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Could I have #88 and #97 with Captain Rex, pretty please...??

JUST MARRIED PAIRING: Captain Rex x GN! Reader

#88 | “Don’t panic but I think we might have accidentally gotten married…” #97 | “I want you and I know you want me too.”

GENRE: Fluff WARNING: none A/N: Since I got prompted #88 by an anon who asked for no one in particular, I mixed up your request with theirs. Thanks for requesting!

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"Mhi solus tome,

Mhi solus dar’tome.

Mhi me’dinui an,

Mhi ba’juri verde."

Intense concentration furrows my brow as I massage my temples, striving to translate the unfamiliar words. "For fuck's sake," I mutter, frustration punctuating each syllable as I kick a nearby pebble with surprising strength, eliciting a muffled groan and the metallic clang of beskar as it ricochets off a distant helmet.

Two weeks may not seem long, especially when operating undercover among a terrorist faction whilst the galaxy is engulfed in war. It would probably be advisable to keep a cool head and avoid making a big deal out of insignificant subjects—such as unfamiliar phrases. However, when those words escape the lips of your longtime crush, delivered with an unexpected fervor while locking passionate eyes with you in a language foreign to your ears...

Well, needless to say, I've devoted more time to overthinking it than I care to admit.

When General Skywalker tasked us with shadowing Death Watch until the Jedi Council reached more intel, I hadn't given it much thought... admittedly, he hadn't specified that by "us" he didn't mean Ahsoka and me, as usual, but rather the captain of the 501st and myself—the very someone I've harboured feelings for since the day we met.

Nevertheless, I maintained my composure, played my part, and stayed under the radar, much like Rex, until Death Watch proposed an elaborate ceremony—a ceremony whose name I could barely pronounce, let alone understand its significance. Before any suspicion could arise, Rex quickly agreed in my place, and now here I am, entangled in some eerie ritual with a military captain whose gaze seemed entranced, so intense was his focus.

"If I had my datapad right now...," I hiss under my breath, casting blame on whoever decided I should leave my sole translation device behind. Likely Skywalker.

The crunch of gravel under heavy boots interrupts my daydreaming. I spin around sharply, only to find the very man haunting my mind approaching. "I figured I'd find you here," Rex hums as he settles beside me. "Yeah," I reply with a dry laugh, brushing the dust off my hands. "Sorry, I suppose I just needed... alone time. After everything yesterday, you know?" Rex's eyes widen almost comically, and he sheepishly scratches the back of his neck. "Oh... yeah."

The ensuing silence gnaws at my nerves, prompting me to pop the question after another agonising five minutes. "Hey, about that... what did those words mean, anyway?" "I'm not sure what you're referring to," Rex responds, avoiding my gaze. I gulp. He can't have forgotten, can he? "Come on, Rex... It seemed significant." After a moment's hesitation, Rex sighs, running a hand over his buzzcut before raising his head to face me, though still evading it. "I..." "Yes?" "Alright, fine. [Name], don't panic, but... we might have accidentally... gotten married."

...

"WHAT?"

"Shh!" Rex quiets me with a gentle hand over my mouth, his eyes darting cautiously around us before he releases me. I shake my head slowly, puzzled. "Sorry, but what?" "The, um, the words... they were Mandalorian wedding vows," he admits, his tone tinged with uncertainty. I can't help but laugh. Married? Us? "You're joking." "Unfortunately not," he replies, a slight smile tugging at his lips, before his expression shifts to sheepishness as he rubs the back of his neck. "Though I do believe you'd make an excellent partner." Suppressing a chuckle, I ignore the warmth creeping into my cheeks.

"Actually, I realized we needed a distraction when I overheard some members gossiping behind our backs. They were growing suspicious, so I thought perhaps they'd relax if we participated in some traditions." Rex sighs, examining a pebble he's picked up. I shoot him a hopeful sidelong glance before quickly looking away, feeling my heart quicken.

Force, this man is captivating.

Silence envelops us once more as we both drift deeper into our own thoughts. When I sense the gravel shifting under his weight, I raise an eyebrow. "It wouldn't bother me, you know?" A lump forms in my throat, causing a series of coughs to escape at his words. "Wh-what?" "Being with you." Suddenly, his warm yet weighty hand finds mine. Sweat prickles at my heated skin as I keep my gaze fixed ahead.

"R-rex, are you suggesting...?" "[Name]," he interrupts, turning to face me. Before I can evade his gaze, he gently lifts my chin, compelling me to meet his eyes. I run my tongue over my dry lips, which his gaze is now fixated on. "I want you. And I know you want me, too." His proximity sends shivers down my spine as goosebumps ripple over my arms and back. His newfound confidence is palpable. "I've noticed the way you look at me, how you stare. I know, [name]," he murmurs against my lips, "what do you think?"

I flush, gripping his wrist as I lock eyes with his warm gaze. "I think you're right." Rex chuckles deeply, resonating like a rumble in his chest. "Good." And before I realize it, his lips meet mine,

Time seems to slip away as I surrender completely to the kiss. Eventually, Rex pulls back, leaving me breathless, and flashes me a mischievous grin.

“So, about that wedding night…”

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batkinq · 1 year

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do you guys have any suggestions on other social media i should post on?

#since i've got an alright following here figured i'd ask

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questforgalas · 11 months

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The Bad Batch and Rex Reuniting with Their Jedi Partner After Order 66

I go absolutely insane for Jedi x Clone relationships, and thinking about a Jedi reuniting with their clone after Order 66 gives me the ultimate rollercoaster of emotions so here ya go (wow it feels good to get the writing juices going again)

G/N reader. I made myself cry with all of these, you're welcome

On AO3

You were a Jedi shadow who occasionally accompanied the Bad Batch on missions. You were with them on Kaller when Order 66 happened but you got away with Caleb. Once Caleb is safely away from the Empire, you make your next move to get any information you can, and the only contact you trust at the moment is located on Ord Mantell. Cid offers you asylum and a place to lay low while you figure our your next move

One day while you're trying your best to reverse the many health code violations in Cid's bar, you feel a presence in the force that hits you like a punch in the chest as 4 clones in black and red armor enter the parlor

Hunter calling your name as you leapt over the river haunted you since Kaller

Seeing him standing in front of your made you unable to breathe

He sensed you the moment he walked in, whether it was your scent or your heartbeat you weren't sure, but he turned his head to you slower than you've ever seen him move before

The small blonde girl next to him noticed him stare, and she followed his eyesight, spotting you across the bar. "Is that a friend?" she asked

He didn't answer, just took a step forward like in a trance, but stopped immediately when he saw your hand instinctively hover where you hid your lightsaber

Slowly he raised his hands like placating a cornered animal, "They didn't activate, sweetheart. You're safe with us. You're safe with me."

You sensed it in the force, the truth in his words

He resumed his slow walk to you, the Batch holding their breath behind him

When he was an arms length away, you jumped into his arms, wrapping yourself around him and nuzzling your face into his neck. You felt him squeeze his arms around your waist, finding the crook of your neck, taking all of you in

No tears were shed. Just relief - slow, long breaths you've held since Kaller leaving you both

You stayed that way, wrapped in each other's arms, nuzzling as close as you can get

"Alright, you four, follow me. Clearly, these two need a minute," you hear Cid say from the safety of Hunter's shoulder

Four pairs of feet shuffle past you, a soft pat on your shoulder gives a warm, brief greeting, Echo most likely, before you're both left basking in each other's warmth

"I've got you, sweetheart. We'll figure this out together," he whispers in your ear. You snuggle closer in response

Wrecker wasted no time shoving through the group as soon as he saw you standing on the other side of the bar, eyes wide with shock

"Maker, what're you do..."

He immediately halts when he sees your hand reach for your hip

Of course, the last time you saw him was Kaller, he should've known you'd be suspicious

"It's ok meshla, ours didn't activate. Our chips are defective. Tell them Tech, tell them they're defective." You watch as he looks back at Tech with pleading eyes, body practically vibrating with his need to hold you

Without moving your hand, you move your eyes to Tech's who gives you an affirming nod "He's telling the truth. Our inhibitor chips failed to activate, and we are currently deserters of the Empire"

You didn't hear that last part though as you rushed to Wrecker who met with you equal enthusiasm halfway across the parlor

You were only crushed into his chest for a second or two before he was peppering your face with kisses

You felt yourself freely laugh for the first time since Kaller, playfully shoving him back so you could take in his face

He cupped your cheeks with his big hands, bringing your eyes to meet his

"Maker, I thought I'd never see you again, meshla. I'm so glad you're home"

Home. He was home, and you had no plans to leave ever again

He didn't notice you at first, too caught up in trying to figure out who Cid is

He continued on with his brothers, convinced this was the place for the Jedi contact

While he continued bantering with Hunter and Wrecker, you caught the eyes of Tech which widened when he saw you, but he remained quiet for Echo to discover for himself. His reassuring nod though told you all you needed to feel safe

You waited for the group to stop arguing, but when you saw things hadn't changed and no end was in sight, you couldn't help but laugh

Your laugh, as brief as it was, stopped him short

His back was to you, frozen, and he didn't turn around at first

The rest of his brothers turned in your direction, and Hunter's eyes darted between the two of you, warm smile on his face

What you didn't see was Echo close his eyes, telling his mind to stop playing these cruel tricks on him like it had been since Kaller - hearing your laugh, your soft singing on the marauder while they traveled around

When he finally turned around towards the source of the sound, he dropped his helmet

You gradually make your way to him as he remained frozen on the spot

The rest of the Batch shuffle to make room so you can get to him

As you get closer, your smile slowly grows with each step, tears welling

His eyes never leave yours, remaining wide and unblinking as if you're a mirage that's going to disappear

Finally, you're a hands length away from him, and you slowly raise your hand to rest on his cheek

As soon as skin meets skin, he releases the breath he'd been holding, and leans into the touch, closing his eyes and relishing in it

You let out a happy sob at the sight, your Echo back with you

Faster than hyperspeed, he snakes his arms around you, crushing you into his chest

His hand holds you in place while his scomp rubs soothingly up and down your back

You're full crying now, burying your face in his neck, thanking the Maker for not making you lose him a second time

"Shhh meshla, I've got you. I'm here. I'll always be right here. I'm not losing you again"

You can thank his observation skills and need to take in every detail of a new environment in order to study it for him spotting you right away

You were a bright spot compared to the many health code violations hiding within the bar

You waited on the other side, making your own observations, ready to reach for your lightsaber if needed

"No need for that, darling. Our inhibitor chips did not activate. They appear to be defective, possibly due to our mutations, and we were able to escape the Empire. Hence, why we are here"

You ease at the information, walking to meet Tech in the middle of the parlor

When you're close enough, you see something gleaming in his eyes. Happiness? Pride?

"You don't seem surprised to see me" you say to him, reaching for his hand

"Statistically, once you made your escape from Hunter on Kaller, and knowing your capabilities, I knew it was improbable that you would fall victim to Order 66. Although, finding you in a less than reputable bar in the Outer Rim is certainly a surprise"

Oh Tech, your Tech. So matter of fact and to the point

His explanation makes you laugh and shake your head

Not able to wait any longer, you grab him and pull him towards you

He softly smiles down at you as he cups your chin, bringing your lips to his

"What's the probability of us being separated again?" you ask him without pulling apart

"Very low. 0% in fact" he says before softly kissing you again

You reunited with the boys on Ord Mantell and stuck around with them as they figured out the new galaxy. Once you all sprang Crosshair free of the Empire, you removed his chip, and you stayed by his side the whole time as you waited for him to wake up

Every form of meditation in the galaxy could not calm your nerves

Crosshair's chip was removed 2 days ago and he'd been unconscious ever since

You never left his bedside, only eating and drinking when Echo or Omega brought you food and water

You'd laid your head down to rest some time ago when you felt his hand stir, yours laying on top of it

You shot up, holding yourself still as you watched him wake - groaning as his eyes adjusted and he took in the room

Slowly, they made their way to you, and you both froze

Every cell in your body wanted to throw your arms around him, but you gave him time to take in his new reality

"Well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes"

The laugh that came out turned into a sob as you squeezed his hand

You're patient, spending the next few hours working through his guilt, helping him voice his insecurities, his doubts, his self-hatred, ready to combat each negative notion that dares make itself known

Hours later, you're both sitting in his med bed, leaning against the wall with your head on his shoulder

He has his arm around you, rubbing circles along your arm

After months of explosive run ins and uncertain truths, you bask in the quiet between you both

Whenever the tears escape, he quietly wipes them away, shushing them with soft kisses in your hair

In the night, a quiet confession

"I fought it. Every time I raised my rifle or pistol at you, I fought it. I could feel myself hesitating, yelling at myself in my own head"

You squeeze him tighter to you, nothing to say but letting him know that no matter what he reveals, you only want him closer

He brings you into his lap, legs curled over his, tucking you into his neck

"Thank you for never giving up. Thank you for fighting for me, even when I wouldn't fight for myself"

He places a gentle kiss in your hair before he tucks you further into him, resting his head on yours, letting the peaceful night settle around you both

You were a Jedi shadow in love with a certain captain and who occasionally accompanied the Bad Batch on missions. You were with them on Kaller when Order 66 happened but you got away with Caleb. Once Caleb is safely away from the Empire, you make your next move to get as far away from the Empire as possible

the blaster hole in his pauldron makes me so emotional ok anyway

it would take awhile, weeks even months before the reunion would happen with both of you trying to lay low as long as possible

Rex had the advantage of the Empire thinking him dead, you weren't so lucky

You only used the force once after the events, after you found yourself safely heading towards the outer rim, to reach out and search for Rex's signature

Once you felt it and felt it hadn't changed, unlike the other clones you knew, you immediately cut yourself off from the force going into hiding

It broke your heart cutting yourself off from him, but you knew it wasn't safe for him to be near you - and you still had a lot of questions

Later, settled on a backwater planet far from the Empire's reach and with the galaxy continuing on, you risk a short connection with the force with one thing in mind

You feel him, faintly, but he's still there and he's still your Rex

Months later, one day when you check on him, his signature is the strongest it's been since the war

You're too curious and too lonely, you hold onto it, knowing what you're risking, but follow it through the forest and to the clearing a few kliks from where you've established home

A small, abandoned farm greets you. A ship waits not far from the homestead, and two figures stand just by the porch. He shares the face with millions and is all the way across the clearing, but you'd recognize him anywhere

He's with another clone, and softly you reach out with the force to check their signatures - both unchanged, both not filled with hate and confusion like so many of the other soldiers after the war

It only took two steps into the clearing before you saw him stiffen and whip his head in your direction.

Of course he could sense you without you even opening yourself up to him.

You keep walking. He doesn't take his eyes off of you

Suddenly, like his brain needed a minute to catch up, he breaks into a sprint to you, the clone left behind laughing as he watches the stoic captain appear to finally lose it

You don't see him approach you since tears blocked your vision as soon as you saw him start running

Half attempts to wipe the waterfalls from your cheeks are halted when your feet leave the ground and you're crushed into a hard chest, arms wrapping around you tighter than a force choke

Pulling back, you're both crying and laughing, not fully believing this is actually happening

You try to wipe the tears from his cheeks, he pushes the hair that's fallen in your face away

Words are being whispered, whatever can be kissed is kissed

Eventually, you both manage a deep breath, and Rex brings his forehead to yours

For the first time since the war ended, you feel a calm in the force you never thought possible again

#tay writes #star wars #the bad batch #order 66 #hunter #wrecker #echo #tech #crosshair #the bad batch hunter #the bad batch echo #the bad batch tech #the bad batch wrecker #the bad batch crosshair #captain rex #the bad batch headcanons #captain rex headcanons #clones x Jedi!reader #jedi!reader

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wedonthaveawhile · 1 month

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Baby Garreth, and where to find him.

Garreth Weasley x MC

Inspired by her desire to see mermaids, Garreth brews his Herbology partner a potion as a gesture of his affection. Cue the inevitable chaos and peril.

AO3 // Word count: 4.4k

Can be a standalone fic or read as a prequel to Crimson and Clover

Had Garreth been asked for his opinion on the Heroine of Hogwarts a few months back, you likely would have been treated to such eloquent critiquing as: "Bit of a teacher's pet."

There was never any intention to offend; tactful words simply weren't his forte—as proven by the way he inadvertently voiced this opinion directly to her face on the day they were assigned as Herbology partners.

He was only teasing, possibly with an underlying motive of reverse psychology. He had felt her eyes drilling into him while his own ogled the snakeweed—a rare ingredient, almost impossible to obtain by non-thievery means. He thought implying his witness was a snitch might prompt her to look the other way to prove him wrong.

When he tried to execute his nifty little scheme: Pocketing the goods while hoping fifteen students and a professor weren't looking (a tactic that boasted a commendable twenty-three-percent success rate), the snakeweed had vanished—as had his partner.

A middle finger if he'd ever seen one.

Her assault on his pride. Her flawless execution of theft. Her exemplary eye for valuable plunder—It was one step shy of a strip tease, and Garreth had been chasing her tail ever since.

These fresh circumstances might offer insight into why he was currently trudging through ankle-deep mud on yet another lap of the kneazle pen.

His timing had been impeccable—A passing stroll coinciding perfectly with the end of her Beast's class, setting the stage for a spontaneous walk to Herbology together.

Professor Cockblock must have had some trivial errand to palm off to a trustworthy student and was holding back the obvious choice for a briefing.

Just because Garreth had formed new opinions didn't mean he'd relinquished the old ones. Teacher's pet was, unfortunately, terminal.

At long last, the tardy witch bounded down the steps of the hut. Considering Garreth's feet were now encased in a three-inch layer of sludge, he was surprisingly light on them. She remained oblivious to him sauntering up behind her until his shoulder met hers in a clumsy bump.

He grinned as she shot three inches skyward with a hand clutched to her chest. The profanity-laden gasp that followed was the cherry on top.

How she wasn't routinely dismembered during her trips into the forbidden forest was nothing short of a miracle.

"Surprise."

She branded him a twat, delivering a retaliatory shoulder-bump with a slight more force than necessary. "What are you doing lurking around out here?"

"Quidditch practice wrapped up early, so I figured I'd take a stroll."

"A gorgeous morning for it," she chirped as drizzle splattered their faces.

"Caught sight of my favourite botanist and thought I'd put her survival instincts to the test."

"Results?"

"Atrocious."

"Blame it on my hunger," she sighed, booting a pebble in frustration. "Do you think we have time for a detour to the kitchen? I'm starving."

Garreth couldn't relate; he was stuffed to the brim with sweeties. The head of Gryffindor always whipped up a batch of red velvet cookies for their Quidditch meetings—something to do with flying the house colours and fostering team unity. A cloying sentiment, but if they earned him brownie points, who was he to complain?

Quite the wingman was Aunt Matilda.

"Fear not, sunshine. I've got you covered," he declared, fishing around in his pocket and producing a stack of the stolen treats.

"Oh, you do come with perks, Weasley."

"In Garreth, we trust."

The primary ingredient of his perks was fluff from his pocket lining, but she graciously overlooked that detail.

"How did the meeting go?"

"Eh, alright," he shrugged as he shouldered open the door and used a drying charm to restore his sodden hair to its usual wayward refinement. "Team building can only get us so far when the entire Slytherin team is equipped with the latest Nimbus."

Her proceeding moan could have been interpreted as one of sympathy or indulgence as she took a mouthful of sickly scarlet sustenance. "You could shave off your mane; you'll be more aerodynamic."

"Genius. I happen to be a dab hand at hairless potions, ask Leander."

Her ensuing sideways glance was a sly one. If Garreth were a presumptuous man, he might have thought she was checking out the ginger vista.

"Don't, though," was her conclusion.

"But I want to be a speedy boy."

"On your hair be it. I hope there's a nice-shaped cranium underneath all that," she said with a swooping gesture that implied his hair was three-feet wide.

"And if there isn't? How do I make egg-head look good?"

"Ask Leander."

Garreth glanced at her with a grimace of guilt. "He did not make it look good. Poppy mistook him for a golden snidget on three separate occasions. And a testicle on one."

His face lit up as he bathed in the golden glow of her laughter.

Professor Garlick was palpating leaves as they descended into the greenhouse—regaling her students on the metamorphosis of herbage as the wind slammed against the windows and sent the trailing plants into a wild frenzy.

They bypassed the lecture and gathered the equipment to carry out their assignment. Garreth watched the analytical projection suspended over the plant pot twinkle in his partner's eyes as she assessed the growth since its last inspection.

She was a vision.

An english rose.

Worthy of a Chocolate Frog Card.

Probably already on one.

He ought to go find it.

He unwillingly shifted his attention downward when asked his opinion on its condition.

"Beauty in its purest form," he declared as he twiddled a leaf between his fingers, though the sentiment wasn't directed at the foliage.

"Do you think?"

"The crème de la crème of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.”

"I didn't know you were so fond of mandrakes."

"Mm-hmm, marriage material if you ask me."

He went too far with that one, and she shot him a strange look, "Is that a joke?"

"Dead serious, sweetheart."

Her cheeks flushed at his honeyed words, and she hid it by bobbing under the desk to fetch the cotton balls.

"Here," she declared to the underside of the table. "You'll need some ear protection; we need to repot your wife."

"Saucy. We've been looking for a third."

She muttered a phrase popular among the muggle-born students—something about God giving her strength.

Garreth dismissed it as a term of endearment.

Having successfully ploughed his wife, the witch bent over the worktop to scribble down some notes for their theory assignment. As luck would have it, Garreth found himself conveniently positioned behind her. In a moment of whimsy, he indulged in a passing fantasy wherein the screaming atop the bench wasn't solely the mandrakes' doing. Their fictitious romp was cut short when she turned to Garreth with an expression implying he had just been posed a question.

They locked eyes for a transient moment.

"Hello."

"What can be brewed with mandrakes?" She repeated, fluttering the quill over the title of her notes: Potions.

The blood ascended back to Garreth's brain, which he used to fuel a monologue. He began with healing elixirs, then progressed to combative and defensive tonics. She was very impressed by his knowledge of the animagus potion, so only after he'd soaked up every drop of attention from that did he segue into miscellaneous potions…

"Younger or older?"

Garreth halted his steady stream of words. "Come again?"

"You said age potions. Is that for becoming younger or older?"

"Both."

"Got it," she transcribed the information onto the last remaining sliver of parchment before duplicating the notes and handing him a copy. "That should be enough for now."

"What would be your preference?" Garreth asked as he scanned her hasty summary. “If you had an ageing potion, would you go older or younger?"

"Younger." Her reply was instantaneous. "I'd sign up for first-year classes. Did you hear they get a class trip into Black Lake now that Nerida Roberts has made peace with the mermaids?"

"I heard the rumours, not the confirmation that they're true."

"Well, Mr. Moon has been preparing the boats for their afternoon class, so it's likely."

"Criminal. Why do the ankle-biters get to go?"

"The younger the human, the less likely they are to get eaten." She looked crestfallen at having involuntarily aged into mermaid fodder. "I'd do anything to see one in the flesh."

Anything?

Garreth tucked that juicy little nugget of information into the corner of his brain for future reference.

As he began to tidy up their tools, he hesitated as he reached for the mandrake. Since their last class, it had flourished quite spectacularly. Ripe leaves were unfurling, and fresh sprouts were vying for their place in the renewed soil.

The potions that could be concocted with all this deliciousness.

It made Garreth's thumbs itch.

He leaned on his forearms, knocking an elbow against his partner in herbology/crime. "Might I trouble you for a favour?"

"Another heist?"

"You know how it is."

"You still owe me for the last one."

"What's your price, sunshine?"

After a moment of consideration, she swiped her quill's bristles against his jaw and told him: "Surprise me."

Garreth's heart skipped a beat, then kicked up again at an alarming rate.

Fucking titillating.

"I'll wrangle you a mermaid," he stated succinctly, embodying the charismatic gentleman he was known to be. His words absolutely did not stumble out in a jumbled lump.

"Ambitious."

"And, on second thought, kind of inconvenient," he added, mulling over the logistical implications of housing a mermaid. "Fine, I'll wrangle you a glimpse of a mermaid."

"Still ambitious; how do you plan to pull that off?"

"I have my ways," he said, tapping his nose. "Meet me in the boathouse after lunch?"

She narrowed her eyes, scouring his features for any trace of dubious intentions. The boathouse was a notorious hook-up spot and had been the subject of a few too many jokes (that perhaps weren't entirely jokes) suggesting they relocate their study sessions there.

He kept quiet and tried to look like he wasn't harbouring several ulterior motives. Her curiosity evidently outweighed her better judgment, because she agreed.

With their tasks completed, the distraction sprang over to Garlick, loudly inquiring about the "breathtaking" new assortment of plant life on the opposite side of the greenhouse.

Garreth carried their mandrake over to the shelves.

In a moment of clumsy misfortune, he fumbled with the pot, inadvertently grabbing the plant by its sprouts and plucking off several leaves in the process.

In sheer happenstance, these fallen leaves found their way into his cloak pocket.

Completely unaware of the faux pas, Garreth quickly skedaddled out of the classroom.

The potion prodigy dropped a pilfered leaf into a steaming cauldron. It belched up a scalding mist of fuchsia fog, and Garreth ducked to avoid it with a triumphant grin. As the potion simmered, he envisioned what tantalising rewards awaited him for bringing her dreams to fruition.

It was an odd sensation—having impure thoughts whilst mashing troll bogeys into a fine paste.

Their fictitious romp was cut short once more, this time by the intrusion of an abnormally long nose topped with impeccable hair.

"Hello, Prewett."

Leander sidled up to the desk, two ice-cold butterbeers floating behind him. "Have you been here all morning? I thought you were joining us in Hogsmeade."

"An opportunity arose."

Leander looked a combination of curious and suspicious as he surveyed the array of grimy receptacles. He kept himself and his hair at a safe distance. "What's going on?"

"Just brewing a gift for someone."

"Who?"

"Someone."

Leander didn't waste time guessing; he jumped straight to the correct conclusion and informed Garreth that he was a soppy bastard. Garreth didn’t dispute it; she occupied his mind far more than any previous passing fancies.

Turning the notebook around, Leander scanned the nearly indecipherable process for age potions. "How far back does she want to turn the clock?"

"Seven years, give or take," Garreth replied, watching his friend sniff a jug of a failed experiment. “I overshot it with that batch. Best not ingest it; you might turn into a sperm."

Leander tossed the potion back onto the table and scrubbed his unsullied hands on his robes. "Are you sure about this? Sallow will have your head if you turn the heroine of Hogwarts into seminal fluid. Then Gaunt will harvest your functional eyes."

Garreth waved those minor concerns away, his focus honing in on the most critical point. "Don't call her that; she hates it."

"She'd also hate being jizz."

"Trust me, it's going to be a wild success. I have a secret ingredient," Garreth declared, jabbing a bogey-stained thumb to his chest.

"Heart?" Leander asked with a stifled sound of disgust.

"No, me. Garreth Weasley. Most of what I do results in the desired outcome, one way or another."

"Just with several explosions along the way."

"It's called pizazz, Prewett.”

"Well, I can't say I didn't try. I'm leaving before I'm implicated." Leander plucked one of the butterbeers out of the air and slid it across the table. "Best of luck, Weasel."

"Cheers, buddy. For the beverage and soon-to-be-forgotten advice," Garreth raised the drink to his lips and chugged half. Appeasing ladies was thirsty work, and he had begun to resemble one of the sweaty puddles forming on the counter.

He lowered the cup and was met with Leander's horrified visage.

"What…" Garreth's lips curled in disgust; he smacked them together in response to the cataclysmically putrid aftertaste. Had Leander fermented the beer in his arsehole? Bloody hell, it was foul. He opened his mouth to demand answers, but it remained agape as the tabletop began to rise.

Garreth watched in dubious disbelief as his full and frothy butterbeer, alongside a half-empty beaker of defective potion, ascended past him.

Oh shit...

No matter how much Garreth thrashed, pushed, and grabbed at the thick blankets swaddling him, he seemed to be making no progress towards freedom.

A refreshing gust of fresh air greeted his face as someone whisked the material away from it, and his vision adjusted to the gangly thing staring down at him. Bony hands were clamped over its mouth, muffling its irritating bleating, save for one vaguely familiar sound that slipped through the cracks.

"Weasley?"

Garreth had no clue what it meant, nor was he really listening.

His attention had been lured upwards to something familiar and profoundly comforting. It called to mind dreamy memories of tight cuddles and the aroma of freshly baked cookies. With his chubby arms eagerly extended, Garreth reached towards the glossy mass of ginger hair.

"Mama."

Mum's immediate response was a stiff: "No."

She lifted Garreth's arm and began probing the joints while letting out a string of confounded noises: "Well, at least you're not a sperm. How old are you?"

Ah, Garreth knew this trick well. He withdrew his fingers from his dribbling mouth and proudly brandished the moist digits—quantity unknown.

"No, you look younger than four…"

Garreth was actually trying to display eighteen, but that was by the by, as his stomach interrupted the goings-on with a grumble of protest.

Some absolute cretin had failed to provide him with sustenance.

"Don't you dare…," said mum.

Garreth sucked in a deep lungful of air, mustering every wisp of it to articulate his plea: "Mother, please. I'm famished." Except it took the form of a skull-splitting scream.

He cracked open an eye in hopeful anticipation of a succulent meal being bequeathed to him to find a stick hovering an inch from his face.

It looked delectable—a gourmet feast of the highest quality.

He took a hearty bite but was promptly shoved away by Mum. She wiped the resultant drool off on Garreth's hair, which felt uncalled for, before making a noise that shrunk his blanket into clothes befitting his podgy form. He was then scooped up haphazardly, his body contorting at a crooked angle as Mum's lanky fingers awkwardly gripped his limbs.

Her attempts to keep him upright were clumsy and uncoordinated as if she'd never held a child before. Something seemed fishy, but before he could assign any brainpower to the feeling, they were transported through a doorway and absorbed into a bustling crowd.

What were all these people doing in Garreth's house?

He caught snippets of his name, each time prefaced by words beyond his current comprehension like: "Is that..." and "What the fuck have you done..."

A few intruders waved, and Garreth returned the gesture despite Mum's increasingly laborious efforts to prevent him from tumbling to the ground.

Garreth realised it had been some time since he travelled by way of arms, and decided then that he must get back into it.

And so, after that fine voyage (during which he only vomited twice), they landed in a lush field. Overhead, people dressed in vivid green costumes whizzed around on brooms, overseen by a man to whom Garreth was unceremoniously presented.

The man's piercing eyes roved over Garreth's fiery red hair, then lifted to Mum's.

"Prewett, is this your foetus?"

Mum looked freshly displeased and dumped Garreth into the man's much sturdier arms.

A dark line was carved across his eye; it piqued Garreth's innocent curiosity. He reached out to touch it gently, but his new-fangled toddler strength drove his tiny fist to inadvertently deliver a solid punch to the man's nose. Garreth instinctively grasped out as he teetered on the recoil, knotting his hands in the man's thick brown hair.

It looked delectable—a gourmet feast of the highest quality.

Garreth tried to indulge in a munch, but his efforts were met with resistance as his fingers and mouth were gradually, and by all accounts, painfully, pried away from the tangled strands.

This scene unfolded as the man flagged down his airborne squadron. Many pointed gestures were exchanged among the teams' objections before they dispersed towards Garreth's house—except for one dark-haired girl, who stood on the brink of delivering the man's second solid punch of the day for reasons unknown.

Her shrill cries of "You can't cancel our Quidditch practice because of a baby; we're only three days away from a match!" did nothing to alleviate Garreth's confusion.

As they deliberated, he was placed onto the ground, where a grassy banquet awaited him. A fitting compensation for his ordeal in the hair.

In a fit of anger, the girl hurled her broom to the floor, which was promptly confiscated from Garreth’s reach. In the interim, he had chewed a dandelion into a pulp and was now squeezing it until the juices mushed out from his tightened fist. With pride, he handed it to the man for inspection.

Rudely, his attention was elsewhere.

"Up," Garreth called, his stout arms extended as he slapped his soggy green fingers against his palms.

He wasn't spared a glance.

"Up!" he insisted, baffled when his efforts to raise himself three centimetres didn't result in being catapulted straight into awaiting arms. With a disappointed whine, he stretched his limbs higher.

"Quiet, Weasley."

Not one to shut up on command, Garreth rose to his unsteady feet and supported himself on the broom the man held loosely in his hand.

"UP," he commanded.

Up he went.

Draped over the broomstick like a towel hung out to dry, Garreth levitated until he reached a midpoint of the multicoloured spires surrounding the field. The broom purred between his fingers as he hooked an ankle over, the trembling coursing up his arms and animating his fleshy cheeks with a lively jiggle.

A sharp scream rang around the meadow from somewhere far below him.

Mama?

Garreth glanced down. It wasn’t mum—it was the man. His arms outstretched and calling his name. Alas, Garreth's interest in uppies had withered away, for an instinct was awakening. He was somehow aware that if he adjusted his posture...

His cheeks, bereft of their former jiggle, now thrashed against the back of his head as he shot off at breakneck speed.

With a twitch of his finger, he manoeuvred the broom to narrowly avoid smashing into a row of seats—it was a reflex, a memory ingrained deep in his muscles.

He streaked over the team in green, their yelling and leaps onto their brooms signalling their intent to challenge him in a race.

Oh, what delightful fun.

The wind carried away Garreth's gleeful shrieks as he weaved through a narrow waterway flanked by the castle walls. The roar of his peers from walkways spanning the passage propelled him onward. He was a creature of speed—a blur of motion—and, as always, thriving in the presence of an audience.

He ducked beneath a stone bridge and burst across open waters, escorted by a pair of majestic snowy owls gliding alongside him. The birds dropped to the surface of the lake, skimming their wings against the mirrored reflection of the sky before soaring up into the billowing clouds.

Oddly, their shadowy doppelgängers remained by Garreth’s side. His toes grazed the waves as he strained to catch a glimpse of his companions beneath the waterline when a sleek fin sliced through the water, while something breached entirely on the other side of him. Their playful dives splashed icy water across his face before they vanished into the depths. Garreth laughed as he extended his hand and squealed at them to come back.

Glancing up, he realised that his beckoning had summoned a building instead, and it was hurtling toward him at a frightfully rapid pace.

A fish erupted from the crest of a wave, snatching him off the broom seconds before it splintered into a million pieces against the bricks.

Garreth plunged into the water, ensnared in slippery arms.

The biting chill was only a passing thing as the fish breached the surface, clutching Garreth by a pudgy leg and hoisting him above the waterline. It rotated him this way and that, inspecting him with hungry eyes.

Garreth could relate; dandelions had been a sub-standard excuse for nourishment—he much preferred fish.

He grasped what he initially mistook for a writhing mass of serpents, only to discover it was sinewy strands of fish hair. Undiscouraged, he sank his tiny teeth into the gleaming scales. He was torn away, the fish's reprimand manifesting as a bone-shattering wail that shook Garreth to his tiny core.

Upset, tired, and starving, Garreth attempted to deliver a solid punch to the fish's face, but his new-fangled toddler exhaustion hindered his little fist, and he petted the slimy creature instead. On the verge of an imminent nap, Garreth curled into a ball and utilised ropey grey fish hair as a pillow.

He was vaguely aware of some heated commotion around him; at one point, a hungry fish snapped its teeth in his direction while another held him at arm's length. He dismissed this as irrelevant to his situation, providing the offending party with a slap before settling back into his nap with a grumble of irritation.

His consciousness ebbed and flowed with the undulation of the water. A serene fish guided him towards the building he had narrowly avoided colliding with. The lake rippled around them, while boats knocked against each other as they bobbed in the surf.

A delighted gasp stirred him as a figure waded up to her knees to reclaim him from the fish.

This new resting place was the essence of luxury—her familiar, soothing voice a balm to his weary senses. This divine ray of sunshine shrugged a blanket off her shoulders and wrapped Garreth in its warmth, granting him the comfort he needed to indulge in the finest siesta.

He awoke to the jarring sensation of a turbulent ride, his eyes rolling in their sockets as he wobbled around on a skeletal hip.

Merlin, Sharp's built like a sack of razor blades, Garreth grumbled inwardly.

Wait...

His body expanded moments after his mental faculties did.

The flickering flames beneath the cauldrons danced in and out of focus as his vision swayed. Finally it settled on the scene: his body sprawled across Sharp’s lap, both on the floor, scraps of a size 18-24 month Hogwarts uniform strewn across them like confetti.

"Hello, Professor.”

Sharp shoved him off and flung an abandoned cloak in his direction. "Put some clothes on, Weasley."

Garreth felt as though someone had scooped out his brain, used it in lieu of a bludger, and then poured the battered remnants back into his skull.

The soft twinkles of floating candles were like fireworks to his bloodshot eyes, magnifying the relentless throbbing behind them. Everywhere he looked, countless pairs of eyes stared back at him, accented by whispers interwoven with giggles.

An audience during dinner was an unnerving affair he wasn't accustomed to.

He turned a deaf ear to the hearsay that he'd smashed up Imelda's Nimbus. He had enough to bury deep down without living in perpetual fear of a hex taking him from behind. He employed his Gryffindor bravery to bolster his confidence and strode through the great hall his with chin up. If nothing else, it was a great story, albeit a slightly mortifying one.

He caught sight of Leander perched on a high horse. No doubt poised to unleash a storm of I told you so's and serves you right for the bald thing. Before Garreth could muster his wits and rustle up a selection of witty retorts, he was knocked sideways in a flying embrace.

"You're you again!"

He glanced down at the figure clinging to him and Merlin, the smile.

"I was always me, sunshine."

"I can't believe what you did. You brought mermaids into the boathouse, real ones!" Her tender hug was replaced by a firm grip on his tie and a pointed finger jabbing against his chest as she scolded him. "Don't you dare pull a stunt like that again. The whole school thought you'd drowned, but, gosh, it was incredible…"

Garreth's mind spun as her voice gained momentum with each euphoric word until everything froze, and she was touching his cheek—a fleeting, electrifying brush of her lips against his skin before they were torn apart by Poppy and her rapid gunfire of mermaid-themed questions.

His knees turned to mush under the weight of endorphins drowning his system. He slumped onto the bench opposite Leander, who had undergone a mood shift and now radiated a deliciously palpable rage.

Garreth smirked at him.

"Desired outcome achiev—"

"Shut the fuck up, Weasley."

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sassykio4fun · 9 months

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Competition(Pt. 2)

Cocky!StreetRacer Tom Kaulitzx StreetRacer!FemReader

You sped down the road, street lamps reflecting off the concrete, wind wafting through your hair. Your red polished nails tapping against the leather wheel of your car to the beat of the music. Mind set on the competition on the way there.

Narrowing your eyes as the familiar view of the track, you set back your gas. Approaching the entrance, you're met with crowds of people spread out.

Groups of chatting girls by the bleachers. Onlookers are already seated, ready for the race. Racers showing off their cars to one another.

Sighing as you put your car in park, your eyes scanned over everyone, searching for the one in charge of the competition. You exited your car as you spotted him. "Georg!" You shouted, boot covered feet leading you towards him.

His head shot over to you, shouting your name back as he made his way over, meeting you halfway.

"You made it!" He smiled in relief, black clad arms pulling you in a side hug. "I almost thought you wouldn't make it."

Patting his back, you pulled away. "You thought wrong, there is no way I am letting that boy think he got the best of me." You let out a scoff, eyes scanning the crowd for said boy.

Georg chortled, "That's the spirit! Now keep that energy because he has only gotten cockier since your last race and you missing last week did not help it." He responded, an amused smile on his face.

The familiar voice of your friend cut in, "We'll see how cocky he is when my best friend finally beats his ass out there." You and Georg turn the approaching figure of Bill.

The tall male squeezes his slender arms around you, rocking you from side to side. "I missed you so much, I couldn't hear the end of it from Tom when you weren't here last race." You hear through his muffled voice against your head.

Georg nodded, "As I said, he's only gotten cockier, alright I need to get everyone seated. Good luck!" He called as he departed from you and Bill, making his way towards Gustav, needing help with the swarms of people.

You waved as you pulled away from Bill's tight embrace. "Bill, I've only been gone for a week." You let out a laugh, looking up at his excited expression.

His slender hands move up to grasp your shoulders. "I know, I just don't want you to give up so fast like all of the others, and I like having you around." He pushed his lips out, eyebrows furrowing in worry.

"I'm not going to give up just because of a couple losses, when have I ever given up?" You question. "And even if I didn't choose to race, I'd still be your friend Bill." You reassured him, shaking his arms.

A slow smile made its way on his face. "Good, because I wouldn't let you go anyways." He giggled the same time a loud roaring of a car could be heard near the entrance.

A sleek black car could be seen pulling into the entrance. Multiple seated eyes following the car at its entrance. The car belongs to no one other than the unbeatable Tom Kaulitz.

He put his car in park next to the Yellow ferrari. Chocolate colored eyes scanning for its driver as he stepped out. Spotting you from a distance in front of his brother, his tall figure weaved his way over.

Your eyes met his smug ones from a distance as he stopped just behind his brother.

Bill, wondering why you stopped mid sentence, turned, looking over his shoulder to spot his brother.

"Tom! You're a little late, aren't you? Bill asked his brother, "Everyones already getting seated." He pointed out, wide eyes moving to Georg and Gustav who were directing crowds to the bleachers.

The shorter twin only shrugged, shooting a glance to the shrinking crowd. "You're back, I thought you would have given up by now." Tom commented, eyes moving from the crowd to eye you.

"I bet you would love that, it would only mean you had competition off your back. I've got your nerves worked up huh?" You retorted, brushing your hair behind your shoulder.

Shaking his head, he snorted. "I don't have a thing to worry about, and the last races show that." He arrogantly stated.

Interjecting, Bill gave his twin a pointed look. "I wouldn't say you have nothing to worry about Tom, she was pretty close to you in said 'last races.'

"Close, but not close enough to beat me after what, three races together now?" He sarcastically questioned, pointed thumb and index finger coming up under his chin, head tilting towards the night sky.

"So what if you beat me three times before, this race just might cancel those three out, and you won't be seen as unbeatable then." You raised your eyebrows at him as he looked back down.

"That or it will mark your fourth loss." He snorted, taking in your annoyed features.

"We'll see, Kaulitz." You scoffed, brushing shoulders with him, trudging towards your bright car as you heard Georg calling all racers to the tracks.

"Yeah, we'll see about that." He spoke smugly, eyes moving down your figure as he followed right behind you.

Your warm hands squeezed the leather wheel as you watched Georg step back from Tom's window, making his way towards your own.

Reaching you, he set his arms on your window seal. "You got this! Think about Tom when you're out there, it might help you." He smirked, patting the hood of your car as he backed up, moving down the line of the other racers, in and out.

Hearing a honk to your right, you rolled your eyes, facing Tom's usual simper. "Yes?" You sighed out, lowering your passenger window.

"You hear that?" He shouted over the chaos, gloved hand moving up to his pierced ear.

Hearing the calls of his fangirls all the way from the bleachers cheering for him, you rolled your eyes. "You hear that?" You repeated his question, eyes widening dramatically, as you heard distant calls of your name.

Looking down the bleachers, you see a group of girls shouting your name, jumping up as they wildly waved at you.

"They're only going to get louder." You winked, returning their wave.

Raising an eyebrow, he looked at your group of girls. "Soon enough they'll be screaming for me." He laughed out loud.

"Doubt that." You responded, shaking your head as Georg made his way towards a strawberry blonde girl with flags in each hand.

Sitting up straight, you both glanced at each other through your opened windows. "Ready for round four?" He shouted over the crowd and rumbling cars.

"Ready than ever! Are you ready!?" You shouted back, emphasizing 'you'.

"I was born ready! I think I should be the one asking you that." He teased, mouthing curving into a smile.

Shaking your head, your lips twitched as the flag girl strutted her way to the checkered line, standing between the cars belonging to you and Tom.

Back straightening, you shot a quick 'Good luck' as you faced the tall woman through your windshield.

He nodded his head, "You too." He responded, head turning in front of him, rolling his shoulders back.

"Are you guys ready for the best race of your lives!?" The strawberry blonde could be heard hyping up the crowd.

"You're not loud enough!" The crowd's yelps and screeches could be heard as they leaped up. "Louder!"

The pigtailed girl smirked as she faced the cars behind the starting line. "Are all of my racers ready!?" Engines roared with the crowd's screams.

"Let's get this show on the road." She took a stand between the Ferrari and Porsche.

"Ready?"

You leaned back in your seat, taking a deep breath as you closed your fist against the cool black leather.

"Set!" Her arms raise with the flags.

Leather clad feet simultaneously pressing the gas and brake, your eyes locked on the flags.

"Go!"

Your foot slammed on the gas, shooting back in the leather seat at the action as your hair flew around your face.

Gray smoke filled the air, left in the wake of the race cars. The screams of the crowd only got louder as the cars advanced down the dark road.

Just in front of you was an inky black car, blending in with the dark road. Pressing on the gas, you neared the car.

Taking a sharp right just as Tom did, you cut in front of him.

Peering in your rearview mirror after a second, you see him coming up on your left. The sleek car closed in on you, directing you towards the gray barrier of the street.

Stepping on your gas, you attempted to slide past him, only for him to do the same, forcing you to slow down in order to avoid slamming into the barrier.

You groaned as he was ahead of you once again. Yanking your wheel to the left, you gained speed, catching up to him.

Both cars glided down the road beside one another, cutting corners left and right. The drivers becoming more frustrated when one would override the other.

From a distance you can see the finish line from afar, you narrowed your eyes as you glanced at Tom who wasn't far behind you. Puffing your cheeks, you stepped on the gas, eyes locked on the line.

Heart beating against your ribcage, you accelorated your yellow car, just feet away from the finish line. Tom's car flying past the line just behind you.

Your car slowed as you let out a shout of joy, clammy hands sliding down your wheel. Leaning back against your seat, you brought your palm to your chest, feeling your heart pulsating under your fingertips.

"Woah." You blurted out just as your door was ripped open. Cold arms indulge you as they yanked you from your car.

"I knew you could do it! I'm so proud of you!" Bill shouted gleefully, bouncing on his heels.

You hugged him tighter. "Thanks Bill." You giggled against him.

Hearing shouts closing in on you, you turned to people rushing your way.

"I have been rooting for you since your first race!"

"I can't believe you beat the Tom Kaulitz."

"You finally won!"

You hear throughout the crowd. Smiling, you thank them, pulling away from Bill.

"Excuse me." You see Georg push through the crowd surrounding you. "Congratulations, this is big, for everyone." He smiled, arms spread wide.

"I know, Mr. Unbeatable isn't so unbeatable now, is he?" You laughed out.

"Not anymore it seems." Georg patted your shoulder, handing you the winner's promised cash in an envelope.

"Thanks." You smiled, shoving the envelope in your leather pocket.

"No problem, you did real good out there." He praised you. "I want her at more of my races." He nodded at Bill as he made his way to Gustav who shot you a thumbs up, shouting, "Great job!"

Returning his thumbs up you searched through the crowd of people, looking for a certain boy. "Looking for Tom?" Bill questioned, giving you a knowing look.

"What's with the look, I wanna rub my victory in his face, like he did all those times." You voiced, giving Bill a pointed look.

"Right, well he's over there." His hands move to your arms, turning you Tom's way whose focus was already on you.

The lean boy was propped up against his car, cigarette between his lips. Clearing your throat, you decided to approach the dark dressed boy.

He dropped his cigarette to the gravel, putting it out with the bottom of his shoe as you stopped in front of him.

"What was it about you saying you had nothing to worry about?" You teased, arching an eyebrow.

"Luck must have been on your side today." He responded, shrugging his shoulders.

A bothered expression overcame your face. "You think this was lu-"

He interrupted you before you could finish your question. "Joking, I'm only joking." His hands up in the air as he let out an amused chuckle, taking in your flushed face.

"How funny you are." You responded, unamused as usual.

"Really though, congratulations, it's nice having a bit of change around here." He mumbled, shoving his hands in his baggy pants.

"Even if it means me beating you and taking your cash?" You teasingly questioned, stepping closer to him.

"Competition isn't too bad." He shrugged, head lowering, face close to yours. "And don't get too ahead of yourself now, this was just once." He lifted his index finger.

Grabbing his hand you shoved it down. "Well I'll just have to make it a second time then, huh?" You retorted, a smirk taking over your face.

"Yeah, let's make it a second time." He answered, eyes scanning your face as he tugged you close by his clenched hand.

You gulped, catching his eyes wandering. "Can't wait." You mumbled, parting as you heard Bill's voice.

Taking a step back, you listened as Bill went on about your win to Tom. "I told you she would beat you, whether it be sooner or later!"

Bill threw an arm on each of your shoulders as he dragged you two back towards the crowd. You and Tom share an amused smile over Bill's shoulder.

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yorutsuki · 27 days

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「 ✦ Unexpected Traveler Pt. 2 ✦ 」

↳ You were once a world traveler alongside the twins—one being your lover...but that was until you had disappeared from their side not too long after their run in with the heavenly principles. So...what a coincidence would it be if a certain unexpected traveler showed up.

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"{Y/N..?}"

The hairs on the back of your neck stood straight.

Your eyes widened as you felt your heart dropped as the voice rang loudly in your ears—echoing almost, wracking into your brain.

"A-Aether..?" You crocked out, hesitantly turning around, your eyes meeting his.

The two of you could only stare at each other, the noise around you nothing but white silence as time stood still.

Aether shook his head hesitantly, "N-No..this..This isn't real." He furrowed his brows as his gaze dropped to the ground, his heart beating faster. "You..—You can't be real!" He grits his teeth, his mind overworked with processing the situation.

You couldn't be real. You vanished in front of him—to ashes! Even if you were, the last time he believed that, his sister abandoned him just before his eyes, multiple times nonetheless.

He couldn't deal with that again, especially if it was you..

His thoughts and doubts quickly diminished as he tensed up, feeling a hand on his shoulder.

Looking up he found you in front of him, the person he's missed dearly, the one he longed to find once again ever since that day.

Without a second thought, he pulled you into a tight embrace as tears built up in both of your guy's eyes.

"Archons i've missed you..!" He sniffed with a small chuckle, you let out a airy laugh in return. "Shit, I thought i'd never see you again..I thought..." His voice trailed off as the moment replayed in his mind.

Your brows furrowed in empathy as you lightly pulled from the hug, wiping your eyes. "But i'm here now, so please don't cry.."

Aether snapped from his thoughts as he reached his hand towards his face. Looking down, he found small water droplets. He wiped his tears away, a tad embarrassed he was crying in front of you. "Sorry..I just can't believe...I can't believe that your here."

The moment was interrupted with a high pitched-squeaky voice, "um, is someone going to tell Paimon what's happening?" The floating god fairy complained, hands resting upon her hips.

Your eyes widened in shock at the small being. "This is {Y/N}, the person i've been telling you about." Aether stated. Paimon's face lightened up. "Ohh! So she's the lady you've been rambling on about. Your very pretty miss!" She complimented with a intrigued expression.

You blushed at the comment, "I, uh..thank you." You gave a small smile.

"{Y/N}, I..." Aether hesitated in thought, "I believe we have a lot of catching up to do." He smiled meekly. You nodded in agreement.

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"So let me get this straight, ever since you supposedly died, you ended up here in Fontaine? Not only that, but got saved from the hydro archon?" Paimon recapped in shock, her voice pitching higher with every inquiry.

You nodded as you sipped on your drink.

"It's been quite the life while living here." You smiled though it faded as you saw Aether in thought, almost in regret. "Are you alright?" You asked, cocking your head to the side as your brows furrowed lightly.

Aether snapped from his thoughts as he bashfully gave a light smile, "sorry, was just thinking on things." He reassured.

A small silence set between the two of you. You both were in lost for words. After all this time you were finally reunited. You didn't know what to say...but you did know where to go.

"Aether.." You stood up, the blonde traveler following your figure with soft movements. You reached your hand out to him.

"Walk with me?"

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A/N: This was so short of the amnt of time I was away. I promise part 3 is going to be out shortly!

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wosomarvel · 8 months

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communication - 01

a/n: alright, here's the first chapter! this story has been in my head for a while, and it is nice to get it out into an actual piece of work. i'm not the most experienced writer, so bear with me here. i'll also be slow to update because i start college tomorrow and i've got a full course load!

feel free to send me any comments or feedback! i'd really appreciate it.

warnings: none

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sim sighed, mustering up any remaining courage she could.

"go on," the soft voice of the team's head coach urged, nudging her gently. tightening her grip on the knob of her crutch, sim pushed the door open and took a few tentative steps into the locker room. she let out the breath she was holding, realizing that none of them had yet noticed her presence.

sim took a moment to absorb the sight in front of her. the lionesses, in all their glory, having a laugh as one millie bright held a training shirt out of the reaches of ella toone, a smirk on her face as the younger (and shorter) footballer jumped up and down.

"hey, girls," sarina called out to the room, gathering the attention of group. a hush fell over the group as they turned toward the locker room entrance. "we've found someone to fill the position of social media manager. this is sim," the woman said, motioning for sim to step forward.

taking in a deep breath, she waved shyly, letting out a soft "hi" in greeting. the weight of the team's gaze rested heavy on the young girl, speculative eyes analyzing her figure. though sim wasn't going to actually play on the team, she was aware that her role as the social media manager meant she'd be spending quite a bit of time with these girls, following them around training and travelling with them to matches and camps. she desperately wanted to be liked by them, if not for her own personal sense of validation, then at least for the fact that it would make her job much easier.

ella toone was the first one to speak. "what's with the crutch?" the question was quickly followed by a sharp squeak, as millie elbowed the girl in her side, the rest of the girls letting out an exasperated sigh at the invasive question.

sim's lips quirked up in a smile, the worry in her chest easing a bit. this will be a riot, she thought to herself.

"jesus, ella, we told you to be normal," sim heard someone speak out.

"no, no, it's alright. honestly, i'd much rather you ask me to my face instead of just whispering about it behind my back," she said, a hint of confidence projecting her voice around the room. "i took a bit of a fall playing rugby a year or so back. haven't been able to walk right without the crutch or a knee brace since."

"see? at least someone here appreciates my curiosity!" ella threw her hands up in the air.

"lack of tact, more like," rachel muttered under her breath.

"hey, if i'm going to be following you lot around with a camera all the time, it's only fair that you know a few things about me as well," sim defended.

ella rushed up, throwing an arm around sim's shoulders, pulling the girl into her side. sim tensed slightly at the contact, but relaxed when ella called out to the room, "see, i already like this one."

"alright, that's enough," sarina interjected. "ella, since you're so taken with sim, you can show her around the practice facility and help her find her office. alessia, you'd better go with. i'm not sure i trust tooney on her own." ella whined at the dig, but steered sim out of the locker room without much protest. "rachel, millie, leah, follow me. i need a quick word."

the three girls shared a confused look as they followed their coach out into the hall. "look, i don't know what we're supposed to have done, but-"

"you're not in trouble," sarina cut rachel off. "you three are natural leaders on this squad so i'm coming to you first. one of sim's professors from her last year of university referred her for the position. she's not very... experienced. she's only a year out of university, but her professor and i go way back and he asked me to pull a few strings." sarina paused for a breath, not missing the increasingly confused looks the younger girls shared.

"right, what's that got to do with us?" leah queried, cocking her head to the side.

"her professor, thomas, asked me to look out for her. he didn't say much, but just make sure sim feels welcome, alright? i know she's not going to be on the pitch with you, but it would mean a lot if you just put in some effort." the manager didn't say anything else before walking in the direction of the pitch.

"she's so cryptic sometimes," rachel groaned.

"are we meant to babysit her or something?" added leah, leaning against the doorframe into the locker room.

an inquisitive frown took over millie's face. "coach was definitely being weird just now, but it's not a big ask. you guys know how important every role is on the team, from equipment manager to captain on the pitch. let's just show the kid a little extra love, yeah?"

the others nodded before turning to head back into the locker room to don their training kits.

"so you said you took an awkward fall, but i still don't quite understand how that leads to an injury so severe-" ella was cut off by yet another elbow to the side, this time coming from one alessia russo.

"she just got here and you've already started an interrogation!" alessia exclaimed.

"why is everyone so determined to punish my curiosity?" ella demanded. sim chuckled at the banter between the two blondes.

they were currently walking along the sidelines of one of the many practice pitches. she was enjoying taking on a more passive role at the moment, listening to her two tour guides bicker as she took in the environment. occasionally, they would point out attractions and talk about different parts of the facility. sim was content to feel the grass crunch below her feet and the light breeze on her face. she longed to be back on the field, passing a ball around or running tackling drills. she silently cursed her bad leg before deciding to put an end to the ensuing argument going on around her.

"it was raining quite a bit that day. it would've been fine, but we also happened to be playing on an absolutely shit pitch. i turned to offload the ball but my boot was stuck, so it was like the rest of my body pivoted while my right knee and down stayed put. add to that the fact that the defender slipped in the mud and landed her tackle below my knees instead of above, and it was a recipe for disaster. meniscus, ACL, MCL, all of it was just wrecked," the new hire explained.

sim saw the two forwards cringe in her periphery. "i'm so sorry," alessia said softly, reaching out to set a hand on sim's shoulder.

"it's not a huge deal. no point dwelling on the past right?" sim replied, sending alessia a tight-lipped smile as she shrugged her hand away.

in actuality, it was a massive deal. sim had loved rugby for as long as she could remember. the pitch was her refuge. when she was out on the field, nothing else mattered except getting the next try, making the conversion, getting good hits, and supporting her teammates. but it hurt too much to think about her nonexistent rugby career, so sim carried on as if nothing had changed. as well as she could with a permanently fucked up knee, anyway.

alessia couldn't imagine the pain sim had had to go through, physically and mentally. recovery from an injury like that couldn't be easy, and she couldn't fathom not playing the game she loved so dearly.

the two were pulled out of their thoughts by ella's next question. "so want to see the meal room or the recovery pool next?"

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contigo jenni

#alessia russo #ella toone #leah williamson #engwnt #lionesses #woso #woso community

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mj-iza-writer · 6 months

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Whumptober Day 26

"Sometimes I get so tired, I don't know myself" / Seeing Double / Working to Exhaustion / "You look awful"

*Knock, knock*

"Come in", Caretaker called over his shoulder.

"I was hoping you wouldn't still be up", Whumpee sighed, "you're going to make yourself sick."

"I know, can you pass me the, the uh", he snapped his fingers, trying to think. Finally he just pointed, "the doohickie there."

"You sure you don't want the thingamabob?", Whumpee grabbed the item Caretaker wanted.

Caretaker laughed lightly, "I'll need it later, that and the whatyoumacallit", Caretaker groaned, "this is going to be a long few months. Two new cases will be coming here tomorrow morning, I'm trying to make sure I'm ready for them."

"I know, I've never known you to see two cases at once", Whumpee hugged Caretaker from behind, "that was your rule when you took me on."

"That's typically what I'd prefer. These two are trauma bonded though, so it be harmful to separate them", Caretaker patted Whumpee's arms, "and since you said you'd help me now. I figured two would be okay. I appreciate your willingness so much."

"It's the least I could do. You've helped me through a lot, and allowed me to stay with you", Whumpee grinned, "but you are going to be exhausted when they get here."

Caretaker gave Whumpee another arm pat, "you were always welcomed to stay here." He pulled Whumpee around to look at them, "go ahead back to bed, I'll turn in in a few minutes."

Whumpee gave him the look of 'I know what you are going to do', "okay, goodnight Caretaker."

Whumpee woke up to their alarm around seven, they had a few things to do before the new cases arrived.

They wandered down to Caretaker's room and peaked inside. The bed wasn't even touched.

"I knew it", Whumpee rolled their eyes, and went down to Caretaker's office.

There he was asleep at his desk, never moved from last night.

Whumpee walked toward Caretaker, they gently whispered as they approached and began gently shaking him.

Caretaker gave one more disturbed snore and looked up at Whumpee.

"I did it again, didn't I", Caretaker sighed.

"Yes sir, and no offense, but you look awful sir", Whumpee watched him stand.

"None taken, I'm sure I'm a sight", Caretaker yawned, "what time is it?"

"After seven sir", Whumpee frowned, "they'll be here by ten."

"Alright, I'm going to shower and get ready. You do whatever you were doing, and....", Caretaker started to walk out.

"Are going to want breakfast", Whumpee followed.

"Um just a coffee pick me up would be great", Caretaker started to go upstairs to pull themself together.

Whumpee quickly got the coffee up to him, Caretaker smiled.

"Thankyou, I need to start listening to you I guess", Caretaker chugged the coffee down quickly, "what are you doing this morning."

"Last minute details, make sure everything is cleaned up, and nothing is out to scare them", Whumpee picked up Caretaker's dirty clothes.

"That's a great idea. You'll definitely do better at that then me. I remember leaving a knife out once, and you wouldn't come anywhere near me for the day", Caretaker smirked, "I was stupid."

"Sir you asked me to do it, it was your idea", Whumpee looked at him concerned, "are going to be okay?"

"Yes, I'll have to be. I made this mistake, I'll deal with the repercussions of it", he yawned again, "the shower will help."

"I hope so", Whumpee frowned, "you look exhausted sir."

Whumpee did their final check, everything that could be threatening was put away. The two would be roomed together as they felt safer that way, and the room was between Caretaker and Whumpee in case they needed anything.

Whumpee saw Caretaker come down.

"You look a little better, I ordered breakfast", Whumpee smiled.

"I feel better. Great, I'm pretty sure I skipped dinner last night", Caretaker sighed and went to the kitchen.

Whumpee followed, "yes you did."

Caretaker filled their mug again, "man I'm failing, what else did I not do last night."

"Uh, give me a hundred dollars", Whumpee grinned mischievously.

"I'm about to, you turned into my secretary when you got off of my care list", Caretaker frowned, "I'm sorry about that, if I'm too much, tell me right now. I do not want you to be made uncomfortable or to recede back to a bad mental state."

Whumpee smiled, "I feel more like your parent, but I'm feeling really good. I promise to let you know if I feel like I'm falling back though."

A knock came to the door.

"Breakfast is here", Whumpee smiled.

"I'll get it", Caretaker went to the door.

"That was delicious", Caretaker stood and went for their third and final cup of coffee.... for the morning at least.

"I thought you would like it", Whumpee smiled.

"Ok we have twenty minutes, everything is ready", Whumpee frowned, "I'm feeling queasy."

"It's normal, I feel it all of the time", Caretaker patted their shoulder, "let's sit on the front porch and wait. Sometimes I think it makes it more inviting when someone is visible right away. They don't have to wonder for to long."

"That makes since", Whumpee followed.

The car pulled in right on cue. Memories flooded back to Whumpee. That was once them.

The two got out and immediately grabbed each other's hands. Whumpee's almost cried, but put a brave face on for them.

"These care cases start now", Caretaker whispered and booped Whumpee's nose, then went to great the guest.

Whumpee watched excitedly as Caretaker seemed to have completely perked up. This what he did best.

"So it begins", they whispered.

Taglist. As always please let me know if you want to be added or taken off of the list. It's not a problem at all. @villainsandheroes @the-beasts-have-arrived @sacredwrath @porschethemermaid @monarchthefirst @generic-whumperz @bloodyandfrightened

#whumptober2023 #no.2 #no.3 #caretaker's house #oc #writing #trauma #whump community #whump stuff #whump writing #whump ideas #whumpee #whump #whump scenario #whumper #caretaking #caretaker

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dreamingblacktabby · 11 months

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Alright, here's a ref sheet of the five main characters for the secret AU I've been working on. Its a Ninjago AU. I haven't quite decided what I'm going to do for the story yet, as I'm still figuring out characters outside the main five. I'll post doodles of this AU later, but for now here's the ref I've drawn up.

For those who don't know what Ninjago is, its a lego show about ninja with elemental powers. I don't really watch the show any more but its a fun concept so here we are.

I'm too tired to fully explain my reasoning behind why I picked which element they all got so I'll give you the very short answer. Fell free to ask questions though if your curious about anything.

Fireheart is elemental master of fire(for extremely obvious reasons)

Graystripe is water elemental master because of his connection to RiverClan

Ravenpaw is elemental master of ice(I don't have a good explanation for this one, it just fits somehow)

Dustpelt is the elemental master of earth because of his name

And finally Sandstorm is the elemental master of lighting because of the storm part of her name.

Now for the part where I'd love some feedback. Not sure if I'll actually get any but I'll at least leave this here in case anyone actually does have something to say. If you don't care, feel free to ignore the rest of this.

For anyone what knows the show or at least wants to throw your two cents in, I've considered putting Bluestar in the role of Sensei Wu and Tigerclaw in the role as Garmadon, but I would love to hear if anybody has a better suggestion. Wu is the mentor figure and teacher to the ninja. If you've only ever watched the movie, he's just another mentor figure that gets killed off, but in the show, he's currently still alive. Garmadon in the show, is the brother of Wu and a villain for a while before getting the evil taken out of him and becoming a good guy, and then sacrificing himself. He is then later revived, but in his evil form which is currently how is is in the show, kind of(I haven't kept up too well so I could be wrong about this).

Basically, who should the mentor figure be and who should the villainous counterpart be. I can work around family trees and make two characters related somehow, if anyone has better suggestions than Bluestar and/or Tigerclaw.

Also, in the show, Zane(ice ninja) has a falcon friend, and since I made Ravenpaw the ice ninja, I thought it would be cute to give him a bird friend as well and have considered making Barley the bird since I'm a huge FireRaven shipper but still appreciate the bond Barley and Ravenpaw had in the books. I thought making Barley a magpie bird that follows Ravenpaw around would be a nice little addition to the AU. I'm totally down for suggestions for different birds since I'm not set on a magpie, thats just currently the one I'm thinking about. I am also open the hearing suggestions for different inclusions of Barley, with him being an actual character rather than being Raven's bird friend. The falcon in the show never got a proper name so Raven's bird doesn't have to be someone specific, it can literally just be some bird.

#warrior cats #warrior cats au #Ninjago #Ninja cats AU #Firestar #Graystripe #Sandstorm #Dustpelt #Ravenpaw #Kat's art

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lastoneout · 9 months

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Hey there! Sorry it's kind of late, but I just remembered I said I'd send you a follow up ask about your dislike for the monster mom from Undertale when you had more time. But if you still don't have the time or just aren't feeling up to it, absolutely no worries! Hope you have a nice Friday!

I FORGOT ABOUT THIS

But yeah I really don't like her at all and it's maybe bcs I'm projecting some baggage onto her or smthn, but basically I went into Undertale completely blind bcs my friend told me I should experience it as fresh as possible, the only hint I got was "try not to kill anyone", so from my perspective here's what the beginning of the game was like(also forgive me if anything is out of order plot wise, I've only played the game once and it was seven years ago):

- Okay, the main character I'm playing as has clearly fallen into some sort of fantasy world, alright, games probably gonna be about us finding our way home then, cool!

- Oh, there's a goat lady?? Who's....acting like she's my mom??? Weird, I don't know her at all, and I super don't trust her bcs in fantasy stories like this you gotta watch out for characters who seem super nice but secretly want to keep you trapped "for your own good". It's a classic trope, so I'm :/ about her.

- Oh god she's being so overbearing and way too nice ugh I already don't like pushy tutorial npcs and she's def giving me bad vibes now, she's probably going to try to trap me here. All of this nice stuff feels culty and dangerous and weird, and there's this creeping dread, eugh...

- I hate butterscotch. I told her I preferred cinnamon bcs I don't like butterscotch, but now I have to eat it anyway, so she's not listening to me. So she's acting like my mom while creating an environment where my desires and preferences are not prioritized. This sucks.

- There were other kids down here maybe? What happened to them? Hmmm I think I'm in Danger.

- Eh, her house is nice but it's so empty...I don't like it here. She's refusing to talk to me about where I am or tell me how to leave, and she's kinda like demanding I just give up and live here with her and absolutely acting like she's my mom now, so yeah def trying to trap me here, I guess I'm a kidnapping victim. We gotta figure out a way to get the fuck out of here this place is culty and weird and too happy and I hate it.

- And she's trying to stop us! I knew it.

- And now she's kinda guilt tripping me! Wow yeah we REALLY need to leave.

- Fight time, but I'm not supposed to kill so I guess we just push forward? Eugh she's trying to make me feel bad for her but I don't. I just want to leave!

- Oh okay the fight is over? And she's telling me...that I can never come back?? This lady full on kidnapped me and started acting like my mom and now she's ditching me?? Bcs SHE'S too sad?? Oh my god, that's so fucking mean! I'm not even allowed to call her? Not that I wanted to, but she's just full on cutting me off?? Listen you either want to be my mom or you don't, if you're gonna commit, then fucking commit! You don't get to just act like you love me and then rip it all away! Jesus, this sucks. Okay, well fuck you too lady, I'm leaving, see ya never I hope!

And then I got really emotionally invested in everyone else and especially Asgore bcs I love a tragic king who is trying to do what's right even if it involves horrible things and losing every thing and everyone he loves, but hey at least he's being up front about it! And not lying to me or anything! I appreciate the honesty.

But then she showed up at the end of the game and I was just like oh god she's back fucking yikes. And she's acting like she's better than Asgore?? And he's listening?? Damn also she's totally okay with murder since she just told him he could have taken one human soul and crossed the barrier, so she doesn't even have the moral high ground on that, so she's a coward and so fake wtf, oh god now she's acting like my mom again, fucking great. I'm running as soon as the credits roll.

So yeah....I was VERY surprised when I went online and saw how everyone loved her so much, cuz to me she's just a rude weird control freak lady who tried to trap me in purgatory alone with her forever and then acted like I was the bad guy for asking to leave before Completely Abandoning me. And maybe it's due to some trauma I've been through or smthn, I think it probably is tbh, but I just cannot bring myself to see her as anything but a weirdo who pretended to love me and then abandoned me the second I asserted a single boundary.

And that's why I don't like Toriel.

#tbh I have a LOT of baggage and trauma re: Parents so that colors my view of characters who are parents #but I just don't like her #undertale salt #uh #ask to tag #I guess??

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astralsi · 7 months

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hello, elli! how are you doing? i'm always very impressed by your builds, you seem to craft them very carefully and you definitely have an amazing eye for detail. there's lots of small touches that make them feel alive/realistic and they have a warm atmosphere that really appeals to me. because of that, i'd like to ask you if you have any tips when it comes to building and finding inspiration. oh, i almost forgot, i'd love to have your last builds and its residents when you reach the milestone!

Hiya!! this is such a sweet ask and the ideas are brewing in my head so you get a dissertation under the cut :D (ps ily you made my day HEHE)

ALRIGHT! so first of all a little context, i've been building since i got the sims 3 alll the way back in 2011. i think. i was 7, couldn't speak or even understand english yet and my game was stuck in it so for a very long time i was just doing whatever and most of the time it.... sucked! I got the sims 4 back in 2014 with the mac release, and back in the day the build mode was revolutionary so i spent a lot of my time in there. For me building is fun, i know a lot of people who see it as frustrating and timeconsuming and while it can be- it can also be very enjoyable in the right setting.

first of all, style changes a lot and my builds look different every year! the style i've been building in now only really started in 2021/2022 with this build:

now for some tips:

there's a lot of ways to get inspiration, but my favourite and most useful is pinterest! i have a board full of exterior and interior designs, some i use for vibes and others i follow very closely, i find using references (just like you might for sims) helps a ton when trying to build something realistic. Also think magazines like architectural digest, design blogs on tumblr, youtube home viewings, other video games, tv shows etc. When i'm building for DFM i like to keep Stranger Things, Gone Home and Bones And All in mind as inspiration, and when i build the house in this post for @literalite's Dgwicf i referenced the house from Bosch.

Along with that comes inspo from other builders on Simblr. Go and look at your fav builds, what makes them stand out to you? how can you incorporate that into your own builds? what do you need to be able to do that? One thing i did a lot while learning was watching speed builds; and i mean the REAL kind not the stop motion ones despite them being weirdly satisfying lmao. Ones with a good voiceover help too. Seeing someone actually build makes it a lot easier to figure out more complicated building styles.

One thing i like to do is to build through storytelling. I personally mostly build for sets, so then i like to consider what the viewer needs to see to be able to understand a character without having to know them, where you are/live says a lot about you! But for gameplay it works similarly. Ask yourself questions; who lives here, what is this lot used for, how much money do they have, where is this set, does this match the rest of the neighbourhood/town. If building many lots for something like a story or save file, i like to make a pinterest board for the town vibes too.

Technically, i think there's two main tips for making a build look nice in this specific style. Landscaping and Clutter! i actually think landscaping is the most important part of building as it ties the entire thing together; even if its just three trees in a planter pot. Don't forget about terrain painting either! this one's hard to learn if you never do it but i'd say start out with the softest but largest brush option and kind of airbrush some dirt/gravel around the lot and add a little extra dirt underneath houses and roads. Last tip; if you struggle with roofing there's lots of tutorials on youtube, or you could just choose builds that have less roofs.

i have no idea how to explain how to clutter but you could walk around your house to look for stuff you'd normally clean up if someone would come over. add that into your build :) think trash, laundry, study materials, craft projects, little random nicknacks, cooking supplies, etc. sometimes i go through my clutter folders and just put everything i want to use in one room and distribute it later once the furniture is in!

so uhmmm,,, i hope this was helpful lemme know!! have fun building and don't forget to take snack breaks... sugar helps hehe

#ts4 #ts4 build #ts4 building #anon #ask #you're so kind i was giggling at the compliments hehe

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yaffles-world · 2 years

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Hi, slight warning, I've personally never dealt with addiction so I'm sorry if I messed anything up. I tried to keep it more comfort not advice based, and besides, only like 4 people read these anyway but yeah. Cigarette mention in this.

Anyway, this is just a story about comforting my F/O reigen arataka but as always feel free to use as x reader or blah blah whatever :)

Update: turns out he already quit when Mob joined the office I did not know that anyway enjoy :P

"I Quit."

I knocked on the door, but there was no response. After waiting a minute, I knocked again, but there was still nothing. As I was about to text Reigen and see where he was, I heard a loud sob come from inside the house. My heart stopped as I rummaged through my bag to get the spare key that Reigen had given me recently. I unlocked the door and swung it open hastily.

"Reigen?" I yelled out.

A loud sob followed. "Go away, please-" his speech was interrupted by a jarring sob, "I forgot to text you, sorry, I'm-" sob again, "unwell."

His voice was coming from the kitchen… "Sweetheart, it's okay, I'll take care of you," I rounded the corner. "Oh no, babygirl, what happened?" Reigen was sitting on the kitchen floor, a lit cigarette between his teeth, leaning against the cabinets. I walked over and sat in front of him, moving his legs out of the way so I could sit close. I grabbed his face gently, brushing his cheek with my thumb and he leant his face against me. I'd never seen him cry, let alone like this…

He sobbed again and groaned from the jarring effort. He was looking down. "Please, go away."

I brushed his cheek gently. "Whatever this is, you don't have to do it alone, okay?" I held his chin and gently guided him to look up at me. His eyes were swollen and red. "What's wrong?"

"I can't quit…" he mumbled, before breathing in deeply and blowing out the cigarette smoke, followed by a fit of coughing. I gently took the cigarette out from between his lips and put it in the ashtray he had beside him.

I kissed his lips gently and rubbed his shoulders. "I… didn't realise you were trying to quit. Why didn't you say something?" I asked, holding one of his hands between both of mine, and rubbing it gently.

"I didn't want… to be… a burden…"

"Oh, pretty baby, you can never be a burden on me."

I moved forward and sat closer, wrapping my arms around him, holding him firmly. I rubbed his back, his head resting on my shoulder, as his breathing stabilised. "Shh, it's alright. Take your time."

"I can't do it. I can't do anything. I've been trying to quit since we started officially going out because I wanted to be better. I wanted to smell better for you, and be healthier for you, and have more money to spend on you." He let out another sob.

I squeezed him tight and leant back slightly. "First of all, I support you and I'm so proud of you," I squeezed his face, and he smiled sheepishly. Despite it all, he was so damn cute. My heart did a backflip in my chest. "I don't want you to worry, though. You always smell great and I don't care about money… I am more then happy to motivate you to do this though because you're right, it is what will be best for you, and you deserve the best!" I squeezed his cheeks, mushing his lips together, making him do a silly face, and then kissing him. He laughed softly, but then sighed.

"I just... can't do it…"

"Hey, yes you can. It won't be easy, but you can. We'll figure it out, okay? We'll go to the doctor, we'll figure out alternatives, and whenever you're not sure or feel yourself slipping, call me."

He sighed, and put his head back on the cabinet. "Okay…"

"You're not a burden," I rubbed his arm gently, "I'm really glad you told me." I got up, and held out my hand. He sighed before taking it, letting me pull him up to standing. "I'll always be here." I wrapped my arms around him, and squeezed as tight as I could.

"Hrnnnnn," he mumbled in response, "bit tight."

"Sorry, can't help it, I like you too much," I said, punching him in the arm lightly.

He laughed. "Could you stop showing your affection through violence?" Reigen said, with mock exacerbation.

"You only say that because I'm stronger than you, you twink."

"No way, arm wrestle, right now - loser has to pay for the other person's ice cream."

… And that's how I got the prettiest guy ever to buy me ice cream. While he was blushing furiously from facing defeat, I was blushing too, because, well, look at him. I just couldn't believe he was mine.

#fanfic #reigen arataka #reigen #reigen my babygirl #reigen x reader #reigen arataka x reader #cigarette #cigarettes #drug mention tw #drugs tw #cigarette use tw #romantic f/o #romantic f/o content

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mysecretlittlelibrary · 1 year

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To Love Who Wears The Crown Pt. 7

Pairing: Modern Royals: King!Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: I don't think there are any warnings here tbh they discuss the kidnapping stuff

Genre: sorta fluff maybe a little angst

Summary: You meet the king of Andia by chance when he hosts a ball and he's immediately taken with you, enough to invite you to spend your summer at the palace with him while he formally courts you. Although he's everything you could dream of from the moment you arrive, nothing is ever straightforward in the world of powerful people. Who would have thought that when you tripped over his feet at a dance you'd eventually have to find out what it means to love a king.

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The first few days after your return are hard. Every small sound makes you panicky. You're skittish and nervous and refuse to be left alone. Sam or Steve is with you when Bucky can't be and if none of them is available Kate stays with you. She seems to be doing well with the guard so far and has basically become your personal guard. The only time you're alone is when you have to take calls from Weldon to check on Monica. You still haven't figured out a way out of this situation and it's making you more nervous as your announcement party draws closer. You managed to get it pushed back another week when you got back, using the excuse that you were too shaken up to think about celebrating but you didn't want to put it off for long and give Bucky the wrong idea. You know your behaviour is worrying James, you can tell by the way he dotes on you more than usual. He hasn't pushed you to talk about your kidnapping but you've finally decided it's time to talk to him. Kate follows you down the palace halls as you make your way to Bucky's office.

"You're walking so fast Lady y/n. What's wrong?" Kate frowns.

"I have something important I've been needing to talk to Bucky about and I've wasted enough time stalling since I got back." You explain to her.

"Geez." Kate says under her breath. You pull open his office door and three heads turn to you. Nat and Steve seem to have been deep in discussion with Bucky before you walked in.

"Oh- sorry to interrupt I didn't realize you were in the middle of something." You say.

"Come here." Bucky holds a hand out to you. You walk over to where he's seated and place your hand in his.

"I didn't mean to interrupt." You say.

"Don't ever apologize for being anywhere that I am doll. Okay?" He says, looking at you.

"Okay." You whisper.

"Now, what is it?"

"I need to talk to you about something, but it can wait if you're busy." You tell him.

"Leave." He says.

"Buck we're in the middle of-"

"Steve, it can wait." Bucky says, cutting him off. Natasha rolls her eyes and walks out with Steve behind her.

"I'm never too busy for you. What is it y/n?" Bucky asks.

"Actually this is kind of sensitive so I'd rather we talk about it away from the palace." You tell him.

"Away from the palace?" He frowns.

"Can we go to your little cave spot? I know it's cold but we need to be alone. Please?" You ask.

"Of course." Bucky stands. Bucky leads you quickly out of the palace and through the gardens until you reach the cliffside. You walk through the dark cave and eventually pop out at the lake where you let out a calming sigh. "What's all this about y/n? Is everything alright?" Bucky looks at you with concern.

"No- everything is not alright. We need to talk about my kidnapping." You say.

"Only if you're ready to talk about it. Don't feel like you have to for any reason y/n."

"James you have a rat." You sigh.

"A rat? There aren't any rodents in the palace." Bucky shakes his head.

"No James not a rodent. Someone in that palace is working against you with the king of Weldon. It's why I asked you to bring me here." You say.

"There's a traitor?" He blinks at you.

"I’d guess several. It's how I got kidnapped I'm sure. It’s the only thing that makes sense. They came in through my balcony without anyone noticing and somehow the king of Weldon knew the nature of our relationship and knew you were planning a ball soon. A ball you hadn't even announced yet. How would he know that?"

"Unless someone inside was feeding him information."

"Exactly."

"Do you have any idea who it is?"

"Not yet. The palace staff is huge and truthfully it could be anyone, but I figure it's most likely someone close enough to one of us to observe details of our relationship. A guard maybe or- one of the dinner staff who serve us."

"Wait a second so you were kidnapped from your balcony?"

"Yes." You nod.

"The guards at your door claimed they didn't hear anything at the time of your disappearance- I almost had them killed on the spot." Bucky scoffs.

"You didn't though, did you?" You frown.

"No. Though I'm starting to think maybe I should have- especially if there's a traitor among us."

"Hang on how did you find out I was missing?"

"Izzy, she went into your room or something, saw you weren't in there, asked the guards if you told them where you were going and they said you hadn't left." Bucky explains. "Now that you're telling me someone can't be trusted it makes sense that the guards didn't hear anything-"

"Actually Bucky that might be because I was unconscious before I could scream so- unless they made a significant amount of noise while moving me, there's no reason the guards outside would have heard me getting kidnapped. I don't remember who was posted that day, but I don't think them not hearing anything is enough reason to throw them into extra suspicion."

"We have to find out who it is y/n. A traitor weakens the whole kingdom." Bucky says.

"Yes, I know. We have to be discrete though. The king of Weldon is having me watched I'm sure. You can't do anything until I manage to catch the traitor."

"Until you manage to catch the traitor? Do you have a plan?"

"Not yet- but I'm working on one. You can't get involved, but I want you to know because, you know, you have to be careful. Please, be mindful of who you're trusting in the palace." You say.

"I understand but you have to be careful too. Especially if you're trying to catch this person on your own. Don't do anything overly risky." Bucky tells you.

"Yeah- I know. I'll be safe. We should go back now, so you can finish your meeting."

"You're sure? I can stay with you if you want." Bucky suggests.

"Honestly Jamie there's not a moment I don't want you to stay with me, but I'm not unreasonable. You stopped your meeting to talk to me, that's really sweet but you do have to do your job." You laugh.

"I mean I don't have to. We could just play hooky." Bucky smirks.

"Your majesty, how bold of you to suggest." You giggle.

"What can I say? I'm full of surprises." He winks at you.

"How about today, you go finish your meeting while I plan how to catch Judas and we play hooky on another day." You suggest.

"You're no fun." Bucky jokes.

"You're ridiculous." You scoff. "Let's go back now, I'm sure Steve and Nat will start looking for you again soon, plus it's cold." You take his hand and head back through the cave towards the palace.

"I know Nat liked you already but I truly think you've won her over with the whole not letting me slack off thing." Bucky chuckles. The two of you walk back to the palace where Kate is waiting by the main entrance.

"Y/n, your majesty, you're back." She says, standing up.

"Hi Kate." You say to her.

"Hi Kate." Bucky smiles.

"Alright, you go find Natasha and Stevie." You tell him.

"Yes ma'am. I'll see you as soon as I'm done." Bucky says, kissing your cheek.

"No rush, my love." You smile at him.

"You guys are so cute wow." Kate gushes as the two of you walk back towards your room while Bucky heads the other way.

"Thank you Kate." You chuckle.

"What's it like dating the king? I mean, he's a pretty alright boss but he doesn't seem all that nice except for when he's around you. It's like there's two of him. The calm and cool king who runs everything and scares people with his stone face and then the totally whipped softy who would like probably give up his crown if you asked him to." Kate rambles.

"Kate." You laugh.

"Sorry- sorry it's just that, you know it's so interesting that he's so different with you."

"Do you expect your boss to be kissing you on the cheek Kate?" You chuckle.

"Well obviously not that but with how much he dotes on you it's curious that it doesn't show up really anywhere else. Like he reserves his softer side for just you."

"I wouldn't go that far. He's kind and fair to everyone I think, which is more than you can say for other rulers, but there's an expectation of kings, they're supposed to be somewhat unyielding and that can leave little room for softness." You shrug.

"Well yeah I guess that makes sense. Don't get me wrong he's a good boss. I've definitely had worse. I like that he's so nice to you. It shows that he has a softer side, even if he can't exemplify it professionally."

"I think what matters more than his kindness to me is his kindness to the people." You hum, entering your room with Kate behind you.

"Man I hope the king does marry you."

"Oh- thank you." You chuckle.

"I just mean that I think you'd make a really good queen. You complement him well and I think you'd have Andia's best interests in mind." She says.

"I appreciate your candor Kate." You muse.

"I know I have a tendency to talk more than I'm asked." She nods.

"I think it's nice. I'm sure it gets you into trouble but honestly walking through the halls and hearing no conversation most times is odd. James, Steve, Sam, and Natasha seem to be the only ones who like, talk often. None of the staff talks all that much."

"I think they're scared of saying the wrong thing and one of them hear." Kate tells you.

"I hadn't thought of that. I hope that changes if I stay here." You say.

"I hope so too. It's hard talking to people that do not engage. Like man you'd think they have no personality. That's not true though, some of them are super cool- but they're so scared to talk when they're not in the staff areas, like the kitchen."

"I know some of them are super cool, I make a point to talk to as many of them as I come across when I get the chance." You say. "Since you enjoy talking so much, why don't you tell me about yourself? Where are you from?" You ask her. Kate is quick to launch into stories about her home and growing up and you're happy to listen to her talk.

~*~*~

You pull open the doors to your room and step out to talk to the guards.

"Hey guys have either of you seen Izzy? I need to ask her something." You ask them.

"Oh she was on her way to you when she got a phone call- she went around the corner." One of the guards, Louis, tells you pointing in the direction she went.

"Thank you Lou." You nod heading down the hall to try and find her.

"You can't call me during the day like this it's too risky." You hear her hiss into her phone.

"I'm just trying to understand why there have been no updates." You faintly hear the voice of the other person.

"The ball was moved following her return a couple of weeks ago dad. No one felt like celebrating because she'd been missing for three days. It's rescheduled for the day after tomorrow so just chill. By the end of next week, King James will not be a problem." She says and you have to cover your mouth to stop from gasping. Izzy's the traitor?!

"You'd better make sure it happens." The other person warns.

"I'll try but she's never alone these days. Except when someone calls her about Monica. She's alright isn't she?"

"Of course she is, she's our bargaining chip. That's not your concern Isabel. Focus on what you have to do over there."

"I'm trying dad." She sighs.

"Do not let me down." You hear a beep signaling the end of the call and another drawn out sigh. You round the corner quickly to confront Izzy, grabbing her phone and looping your arm through hers. She gasps at your sudden presence and starts to stutter out something but you cut her off.

"We're going to go to my room and you're not going to cause a scene on the way there or I swear to you this will be your last day with all your appendages." You tell her calmly. She hardly breathes as you make the walk back to your room in silence.

"Lady y/n I-"

"Kate if you don't mind I need to discuss something with Izzy privately." You say. Kate, who had been sitting in a beanbag chair in your room, hurries to stand. “Stay close.” You add.

"Alright. I'll uh- I'll be around if you need anything. Just holler." She says before darting out of the room.

"You're a traitor." You say to Izzy.

"You don't understand-"

"No, I understand perfectly. You've been watching the king and subsequently me and giving information to the king of Weldon that he could use to his advantage. It makes perfect sense. I can't believe I didn't see it right away I mean I've been pouring over this since he mentioned it- the ball, how the hell did he know about the ball- we hadn't even made plans for it yet. But I told you as soon as I came back from lunch that day. How else would the kidnappers know when I would be alone in my room? Of course. it had to be you. I just- I can't believe this."

"I didn't want to y/n please, you have to believe me."

"Why would I believe anything out of your mouth?!" You scoff.

"The king of Weldon is my father." She rushes out.

"That doesn't help you-"

"He's my father, but I'm not- the queen wasn't my mother. He got my mother pregnant and for years he didn't even know I existed. I don't know when or how he found out but after the queen died he reached out to my mom saying he wanted to get to know me. My mother assumed he was genuine and hey I wanted to believe it too, after all, I was his only kid. But he sent me here. Told me my only use to him was helping him take down the king of Andia." She explains.

"And you just went along with it?"

"He threatened my mother! Told me if I didn't do as he asked he would have her exiled. She's lived in Weldon all her life, everything she knows is there I couldn't- I had to." Izzy's shoulders sink as she talks.

"Then who's watching you?" You frown.

"What?" She blinks at you.

"He's blackmailing you, as he is me. You're watching me but someone has to be watching you. If you're here by force there's no way he trusts you to work alone. Who else here is working for him?"

"I can't tell you." She shakes her head.

"You can if you want to live." You tell her.

"Y/n!" She gasps.

"Reasoning aside Izzy, you are still a traitor and if you refuse to give up the other people that pose threats to the kingdom I'll have no choice but to tell James you are guilty of treason."

"No- you can't." She breathes.

"Then tell me who else here is a Weldon spy."

"But my mother-"

"Your mother would be granted refuge here in Andia. Do what is right. Save yourself, save her so that I can save Monica and protect James." You tell her lowly. Izzy pauses for a long while before she lets out a sigh.

"Alright. I'll tell you." She relents.

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Neopronouns in Action #056: Thrown for a Loop

Neopronouns: cat/cats/catself which follow the same rules as

Replace it with cat

Replace its with cats

Replace itself with catself

EX:

"It is going to adopt a new puppy soon, as soon as it gets a fence set up around its yard so the puppy can go outside without it having to walk it. Its uncle is going to help set up the fence, since he has a set of power tools he's letting it use, since it lost its. It's going to buy toys and train the puppy itself."

Becomes:

"Cat is going to adopt a new puppy soon, as soon as cat gets a fence set up around cats yard so the puppy can go outside without cat having to walk it. Cats uncle is going to help set up the fence, since he has a set of power tools he's letting cat use, since cat lost cats. Cat's going to buy toys and train the puppy catself."

= = =

A very long, drawn out sigh, followed by the thud of something heavy hitting wood, and a sharply spit out swear word from the desk on the far side of the room, the one cat had been trying to avoid looking at, was cat's warning that cat'd said something wrong.

Instructor Kohen, who was interviewing cat, lowered the clipboard she'd been writing on and swiveled her chair around to look at the person who'd sighed while cat sat there in tense silent, trying to figure out what cat'd said that cat shouldn't have.

All cat'd done was mention cats parents farm, over near Walldin. Instructor Kohen had asked cat where cat'd grown up. So cat'd told them about the farm, and how cat was here hoping to be able to send money back home to support cats parents and ten younger siblings, because cats mom was pregnant again and they needed all the help they could get...

Now, cat watched Instructor Kohen turn and raise an eyebrow at the person at the other desk, the person cat was too afraid to look at.

“You alright, Xr. Bree?” He asked, using an honorific cat had never heard before arriving at the work camp. “Exiir”, pronounced like “ex, ear” was a title used by the leader of the Mutual Aid Initiative, or MAI, in place of Mr. or Ms. It was nonbinary, so used Xr. instead, and called itself an othran instead of a man or woman. Cat wondered if being nonbinary was the same thing as being genderfucked, but didn't want to ask, since cat didn't want to look at Xr. Bree.

Instructor Kohen was bigender, and was both a man and a woman at the same time, so her pronouns alternated between he/him and she/her.

Cat was still too nervous to actually look over at Xr. Bree, but cat did hear it when it said, with another sigh, “I just remembered something I forgot to do.”

And then there was the sound of wheels squeaking on the wooden floor, and suddenly the voice was getting closer, accompanied by footsteps and the rhythmic click of metal. And to cats shock and horror, cat realized that it was being directly addressed, when Xr. Bree said:

“Would you mind showing me around your family's farm, Cat? I'd love to meet your parents and see what I can do to help out around the place. I've got a green thumb, and a few dozen passionfruit vines waiting to be transplanted, the kind with the white flowers--Lauri's favorite.”

The shock of actually being spoken to by the most important person in the country, along with the fact that it somehow knew cats mother's name, made cat turn to look, despite cats better judgment.

And immediately, cat regretted it as the shifting, kaleidoscopic-like effect surrounding the othran immediately sent a spike of pain into cats head behind cats eyes, forcing them shut instinctively almost immediately, not even giving cat any time to actually process what cat was seeing. The world seemed to spin, and cat was glad cat was already sitting down, or cat'd probably have fallen over.

“Hey, woah, are you okay?” That was Xr. Bree again, with Instructor Kohen's almost identical exclamation a moment later.

Keeping cats eyes firmly shut, cat lifted a hand to cats head to try and stop it from spinning.

“Are you okay?” Instructor Kohen asked, and cat felt a steadying hand on cats shoulder. “When was the last time you had anything to drink?”

Cat knew cat wasn't dehydrated, cat always made sure to have clean water cat drank throughought the day, along with whatever fruit was in season, but cat temporarily couldn't speak, what should have been the darkness behind cats eyes instead filled with flashing ropes of colors. Red, blue, green, yellow, white, spinning and stretching off out of view, like an afterimage of what cat'd seen when cat looked at Xr. Bree.

Cat turned cats head away from where cat knew Xr. Bree was standing, and, instantly, the lights vanished, letting cat breathe a sigh of relief as the dizziness began to lessen noticeably.

Cat cleared cats throat, and thought maybe cat would be able to speak now if cat tried. But what was cat supposed to say?

How do you tell someone, let alone tell the most important, powerful person in the country, that you couldn't look at it without seeing ribbons of light even when your eyes were closed? It was ridiculous to even think.

But cat was going to have to say something. Xr. Bree wanted to see cats parent's farm. There was no way cat would be able to make the week's journey there without looking at Xr. Bree.

The question was, how in the world was cat going to explain this?