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realm-of-rosie · 1 year

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💭 three's a crowd !!

i. genshin impact [ ajax, heizou, diluc and your furry, four-legged friend ]

ii. fluff + scenarios

iii. blog rules | masterlist

[ ajax ]

"aw, come on babe," childe whines, hands gripping the blockade and itching to remove it but under your stern stare, all he could do was look longingly at the siberian husky on the other side, "look at her!"

"she ripped apart our rug, ajax," you huff angrily as you vacuum the bits of thread and cloth scattered in your shared living room, "and she'll continue to destroy our things if she isn't disciplined,"

"you don't even like that rug! it was ugly and it was from those godparents you don't like,"

"that doesn't mean she can go around destroying my things, childe, we bought her a chew toy for a reason,"

"but she's just a baby," he pouts and you almost caved, almost.

you raise your eyebrow.

"well, if she's such a baby, would you like to stay out on the balcony with her for tonight so you can take care of her? because that could totally be arranged,"

"you wouldn't!" the ginger gasps with full offense.

"oh, wouldn't i?" you challenge.

"hehe, i was just kidding babe! all jokes!"

[ heizou ]

"heizou!" you call out nervously, eyes flickering left and right trying to catch a glimpse of a grey tail speeding by you, even peeking your head into the rooms of your humble abode in case it disppeared inside one as soon you turn your head and eventually entering the room your boyfriend sat calmly, thumbing through a case file and mumbling to himself.

"where is she?"

"hm?" heizou's head lifts to glance at you for a split second before lowering again and you could have sworn you saw the sides of his mouth turn upwards but you didn't have time to speculate what the man could possibly be up to this time, only re-asking your question.

"where's who? darling i am not hiding a woman in my office,"

"that is not what i mean and you know it," you whine, hands on your hips, "i meant that beast you brought home when you thought I wasn't going to be home, it's time for her bath -"

you pause at the slight movement under one of the blankets heizou kept in his office (at your insistence as winter was starting to pass by inazuma), "what was that?"

"what was what?" heizou chirps before putting his papers down to properly look at you with an expression of pure innocence.

faux innocence, you think to yourself with a cross of your arm and an internal eye roll, "hiding her is only delaying the inevitable, hand her over,"

"who?"

"heizou, would you like to sleep in the couch with her tonight?" you ask sweetly.

he nervously chuckles, "i'd really rather not,"

"so hand her over,"

there's a staredown between you two which ended as soon as your head tilts to the side, eyes daring him to do something stupid and he sighs, lifting the blanket to reveal the little grey puppy underneath and he picks her up so her eyes meet his, "i am so sorry i failed you, but you have no choice now," heizou inhales deeply, "it is your bath time,"

[ diluc ]

"hey, diluc i'm -" you stop yourself mid-sentence, fighting the urge to grin widely and keeping the teasing i told you so locked in the back of your throat, so instead you clear your throat, "i'm leaving for my meeting with the traveller,"

"oh, was that today?" he asks, looking less (or more, you weren't sure yet) menacing sat at his desk, one hand still gloved scribbling away at a stack of papers while the other, now ungloved, affectionately stroked the head of a purring kitten. the very same one he stared at judgingly when it curled up next to you on your shared bed effectively put space between the both of you (diluc was not pleased).

"yeah, are you going to be alright on your own?" you smirk with crossed arms and leaning against the door frame.

"of course i will," diluc says, sounding almost confused as to why you would ask him that.

"alone with the bane of your existence?"

"whatever do you mean? my brother isn't here, is he?"

"i meant the cat, 'luc," you laugh, "yesterday you were trying to close the door on him so he wouldn't hog your space on the bed, and now he's on your work table and you certainly don't seem to mind him,"

"he's growing on me," diluc shrugs, capping his ink bottle and carefully laying his pen on the side before hoisting the kitten into his arms, "now if you don't mind, i have to go ensure he eats his brunch, take care on your trip my love and do be careful,"

"aren't you forgetting something?" you ask in between giggles when your boyfriend walks past you.

he stops and looks at you, thinking for a moment and diluc's eyes light up before he walks back and kisses you tenderly.

"i told you you'd like him eventually," you mumble against his lips.

"and once again, you were right, so please there is no reason for you to say -"

"i told you so,"

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin imagines #genshin impact imagines #genshin fluff #genshin impact fluff #childe x reader #tartaglia x reader #ajax x reader #heizou x reader #diluc x reader

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sexylazymess · 1 year

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Dark!Elsa x fem reader

Chapter 1

The man rolled over to lay on his other side, reaching out his arm to cuddle with his wife only to be met with cold emptiness on the bed. again. his eyes slowly opened, still heavy with sleep, and looked around the moon-lit room to land on a woman's silhouette, he left the comfort of the silk sheets to follow it to the balcony, there, a brunette stood, watching the star-filled night sky with a distant, thoughtful gaze, the wind playing with her hair. Agnarr could clearly see she was troubled. He gently placed his robe around her shoulders, shivering when the chilled breeze hit skin.

"since when did it get this cold in summer?" he said, Iduna turned her head to meet his eyes "I'm sorry, I must've disturbed your sleep my love"

"no you did not. but what are you doing at this hour?"

"I needed a breath of fresh air." the queen replied, but he could tell she was hiding the truth. he knew her better than anyone else. she hasn't had proper sleep in months, her skin grew paler and her eyes were puffy and had dark circles underneath. the doctors said it was due to the pregnancy and that she will get better with rest and medication. yet none of that worked and her state only worsened. He didn't mention the nightmares she's been having, the way she whimpered and cried in her sleep until he shook her awake and comforted her. it pained him that she suffered silently and refused to even tell him the problem, nevertheless he respected that and he gave her the space she said she needed for so long, not now, something has to be done about it.

"my dear, let's go back inside and talk about it. maybe then, you'll feel better"

The couple sat on the bed, Iduna saw her husband watching her patiently and sighed, feeling her 8 months pregnant belly with her palm "...It's really nothing Agnarr."

Unconvinced, he said "it's not nothing if it has been bothering you for this long. Please, you're not getting any better like this. you're not sleeping nor eating and rarely speaking, I want to help you."

she felt the weight of guilt upon seeing the concern and sorrow she caused her husband and looked downwards "...I've been having nightmares about the war." she whispered "I see my parents dying before me all over again every night"

Agnarr's eyes widened at her admission and was, as always, quick to comfort her and whisper words of reassurance "why didn't you speak sooner? that you didn't move on after all these years?"

"I didn't wish to burden you"

after that, he brought in a professional to help her get over the trauma. the king pampered his queen as her due date neared, she seemed to be happy again, or so he thought.

Iduna was a marvelous actress. hiding her pain and fears quite well even people closest to her couldn't catch on to it. it only made her feel worse, about lying to him. but she could never tell him. she wasn't dreaming about the war nor was she haunted by past trauma. every night, the queen would see Arendelle buried eternally in snow and ice, brutal storms and winter destroyed everything, sometimes the buildings would completely disppear and sometimes their remains would stay. but the worst of it all, was the countless corpses sunken in the snow beneath her feet as she screamed for it to stop.

No. he must never know nor anybody else. Agnarr deeply believed in visions and their meanings, he would undoubtedly ask for the interpretation of it. what sickened and scared her the most, is that her nightmares could actually be visions of the future, and that they were related to her pregnancy.

#gxg #lesbian #dark romance #dark #evil elsa #elsa x reader #frozen #fanfic #slow burn #wlw #lgbtq #queer #gay romance #lgbt fiction #queer wlw

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jaymber · 1 year

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For the relationship asks! 1 and 28 for vaea, johnny and ker, 24 and 25 for flavio and silver, and 15 and 18 for gabby and royce (sorry for the spam, i just really like your ocs)

Don’t apologize, I love talking about my babies 👉👈

Gonna put my answer for Vaea/Johnny/Kerry last and add a read more, cause there are some TWs with one of the questions.

Four of Wands - Flavio/Silver

24. How did they fall for each other?

Okay, so the story went like this. (Also, @morganlefaye79 since you asked the same question :p )

In 2079, the Afterlife is no more. Mercs gather at the Atlantis now. Mr. Blue Eyes sometimes does business with them, and likes having Ghede, the AI living within Silver, around in case things go sour. That day, Flavio was also at the club to talk with Linda, his sister, who bartends at the Atlantis. They argued, as usual, and Flavio got really loud. So loud that it annoyed Ghede, who left and let Silver regain control. Since Mr. Blue Eyes suggested them to stay put, they couldn’t leave, but had to make that ruckus stop. They hacked Flavio’s holo to send him a cripted message basically telling him to shut the fuck up. Which he did.

But Flavio felt embarrassed about that message, and a little petty. He started messaging back his mysterious hacker, pretty much spamming them day and night. Silver lost patience, and decided to teach him he shouldn’t mess with a netrunner. They located his house, barged in, pinned him down and…

Fuck, what were they trying to do again? Huh? That guy’s kinda cute…

Silver pretty much fell for him here and there, so badly they forgot how to think for a sec. Same went for Flavio who could only have been described as “scared and horny”. Silver disppeared just as quickly, heart racing, and feeling so dumb they wanted to die.

Flavio kept messaging them, getting more and more openly flirty with them. Ghede eventually responded for its host, just to piss Silver off. It settled a date for them, taking over until it sat down facing Flavio. Silver had never felt more embarrassed in their life, but as the date went by, they relaxed and enjoyed the evening with that cute stranger. After their date, they stayed together a little longer (hours longer) just walking around the city, sharing mundane work stories, their interest for the stars, their grief about being orphans, ...

Silver kissed him as they went their separate ways, promising to “come by, since I know where you live”. Flavio found their promise creepy in the most endearing way possible.

25. Who said "I love you" first?

Flavio was the first to say it. They were done eating out in a dinner somewhere in Santo Domingo. They were walking back to Flavio’s truck so he could drive Silver back home, when some 6th Street gang members held them at gunpoint asking for their money and car keys. Flavio held his hands up, about to use his Sandy and bare hands to deal with them, but Silver took a step forwards and looked the leader dead in the eyes. They scanned him, making their eyes glow menacingly, and simply told them: “no.” That was enough to make them run off.

Flavio started laughing, and let out: “God, I love you.” in a tone so affectionate Silver lost their mind over it. They stumbled over their words, and hesitated between “I know” and “Thank you”.

“I - you,” came out of their mouth, which only embarrassed them more, “No, I mean. Know you (no, you). No, I- Hmm-hmm. Okay.”

And Flavio had to kiss them here and there.

Knight of Cups Reversed - Gabby/Royce

15. What habits or characteristics have they picked up from each other?

If you listen to them, they haven’t changed since dating each other. They’re too stubborn to change, too strong. But if you look more closely, Royce did pick a habit of Gabby: venting at Dietlinde. Before meeting Gabby, she was just another member of the gang, nothing more. But when things go wrong, Gabby talks to the bartender, who actually listens and gives her opinion. Royce eventually starts complaining to her as well, except her answer to him is pretty much: “I don’t get paid enough to care, Royce. You’re going soft.”

As for Gabby, he went from passive-aggressive, to just aggressive. He expresses his anger directly now, instead of using sarcasm and pretending nothing hurts him. He uses actions over words more and more, even when his family comes to visit.

18. Would they have kids together?

Nope. They can't have kids biologically, and they wouldn't have kids willingly. And that's actually a good thing, these two couldn't raise a child properly. Royce would let them roam the Totentanz unattended and Gabby would get competitive with them over any game they play.

Three of Swords Reversed - Vaea/Johnny/Kerry

28. How are they with money? Does one do more of the financial supporting?

In 2079, both Vaea and Johnny are legally considered AIs. Their psyches have been soulkilled and stored back in his ganic body for the first, in a synthetic body made by Lizzy Wizzy’s ripperdoc for the second. They aren’t natural people anymore, and can’t open a bank account. Kerry does 100% of the financial supporting. He paid Lizzy Wizzy’s ripperdoc for Johnny’s body. He bought Vaea’s expensive neural implant. He bought them the Atlantis. When Vaea earns anything with his programming, that money goes directly into Kerry’s account. A way to pay him back for everything. When Johnny earns money in ways he doesn’t need his inputs to know about, he asks for cash. He hates depending on Kerry likes that, and needs a plan B in case things go wrong one day.

1. What do they think of each other's family? And how does the family feel?

TW: dysfunctional families & child abuse

Just gonna start by saying: I’m gonna talk about my hcs for Johnny’s and Kerry’s family. Totally my interpretation :p

Johnny’s Family

Johnny’s family is long gone by the time Vaea sees them in his dreams. Happy memories with a grandma he wished he had met, her cat curled up on his lap as he drinks iced tea sitting on her porch. Awful nightmares after her death, going back to his dad his guts twisting in hunger and fear, his wrist still hurting from the last time it was broken. Vaea fears him, as much as he hates him.

Kerry never got such a clear picture. He’s heard of Johnny’s dad on drunken nights his best friend didn’t even know what he was telling him. Something about fearing his dad, until he got the upper hand and realized how weak he truly was. He wished he’d met the man, just to feel that weakness himself.

Both Vaea and Kerry know what Johnny’s dad would think of them. A bad influence on his son, but the words that would come out of his mouth would been much meaner.

Kerry’s Family

Kerry was pretty open about his family in his youth, but Johnny wasn’t often listening. Absent parents, distant siblings. Johnny felt almost thankful they had let their 14 yo kid live on his own, just so they could meet and form a band despite their young age. Just like everything about Kerry’s life before he became a legend, his family couldn’t have cared about Johnny.

Louise hated Johnny before even meeting him. She had heard of him, so many fucking times, always reminded she’d always be second in Kerry’s life. Her own husband kept choosing a ghost over her, over their kids. Johnny answers to anger by anger, and Vaea and Kerry had to muffle the kids’ ears when these two first met. She’s the bitch that took everything from Kerry, and he’s the asshole that couldn’t stay dead. The kids are alright, though.

Vaea’s relationship with Louise is much better. They even sometimes just call each other to talk. He thinks she’s a good mom, who tried her best with Kerry. She sees him as a friendly man, who was more patient with her ex than she was. Kim and Teddy like him as well, to the point of opening up to him about what they see as a rigid mom and an absent dad.

Vaea’s Family

Johnny could feel his blood boil when Vaea dreamt about his family. Even the happy memories disgusted him, because he had seen in his host’s mind it wouldn’t end happily. Vaea had never talked to anyone about the consequences of his parents abandoning him. Those three years stuck at a gas station that his mind mostly erased for his own good. But now that Johnny knew, Vaea started to realize he should stop blaming himself, and start blaming his parents for what happened.

Kerry was the first person Vaea willingly talked to about his family, except he omitted certain parts because he couldn’t bring himself to talk about it. All Kerry understood was that Vaea’s parents could still be somewhere in the NUSA, and as a father himself, he figured there might be a chance they didn’t mean to leave him behind. He looked for them, without telling Vaea.

Vaea and his parents eventually met again, with Johnny and Kerry at his sides. They saw his inputs as responsible for Vaea turning his back to his roots with his fancy English words, his non-natural eyes, his bleached hair and his metal arm erasing his traditional tattoos. They admitted willingly leaving Vaea behind, and it took Johnny and Kerry everything they had to respect Vaea’s wish and not flatline them here and there.

28. How are they with money? Does one do more of the financial supporting?

In 2079, both Vaea and Johnny are legally considered AIs. Their psyches have been soulkilled and stored back in his ganic body for the first, in a synthetic body made by Lizzy Wizzy’s ripperdoc. They aren’t natural people anymore, and can’t open a bank account. Kerry does 100% of the financial supporting. He paid Lizzy Wizzy’s ripperdoc for Johnny’s body. He bought Vaea’s expensive neural implant. He bought them the Atlantis. When Vaea earns anything with his programming, that money goes directly to Kerry’s account. A way to pay him back for everything. When Johnny earns money in ways he doesn’t need his inputs to know about, he asks for cash. He hates depending on Kerry likes that, and needs a plan B in case things go wrong one day.

#sorry about that last question it got long and sad :'(#but thanks for your ask!#cyberpunk 2077 #oc: vaea temarii #oc: gabby luccessi #oc: silver #oc: flavio llorente

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that-foul-legacy-lover · 2 years

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hi wifi!! i hope you've been doing okay, sorry for disppearing for awhile .. hehe.. -💌

hello hello 💌 anon!!! it's so nice to see you again and don't worry about it at all :DDD how are you!! how's life going?

#chit chat #not brainrot #💌 anon #i'm doing better than i was a few days ago!!!#most of my cold is gone it's just coughing now #which will probably last for a few weeks BUT THAT'S BESIDES THE POINT AJKNSJDN #*HUGS YOU* I HOPE YOU'RE ALSO DOING WELL <3333

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floraflow · 17 years

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Weird Day at Work

So I work at the Nettlebrook Public Library, rite? It’s nearby Bogwick Academy so I just walk over after school every day. I guess it’s not the worst job, but it IS boring as hell. I mostly just do my homework and read, if Ana isn’t visiting. Luckily, I don’t have to interact with ppl very often. Until TODAY.

I was at the front desk, my usual haunt, when this old man hobbled in and beelined for me. He had white hair and a scraggly white beard and he was wearing several layers of clothing. He kinda looked like a stereotypical hobo. He was tall but stood with a hunch so he was looming over me. I said, “Hello, sir. How can I help you?” like I always do.

He squawked, “Where are the archives?” His voice was gravelly and loud and took me aback. “Well??” he barked.

I told him the archives are in the far back of the library.

“Not those archives,” he growled. “Those only go back to 1990.”

I wasn’t sure what to say. “I’m sorry, we don’t have any other archives, as far as I know...”

Then he said something that actually kinda struck me. He said, “A historical town obsessed with its own history, that worships and celebrates its founders every year, only has archives that date back to 1990?”

“There was a fire...” I said. I remember the head librarian telling me that.

“A fire!” The hobo cackled. People began looking over. I wanted to shrink, melt, disppear, ANYTHING.

The hobo stopped suddenly and got very serious. “There are books here that date back to the 1800s. How did those survive the fire, missy?”

“I don’t know,” I said. For once, I was praying for the head librarian to come over so she could save me from this nightmare situation.

“Of course you don’t,” he snarled.

Then the clouds parted and out came the head librarian like an angel from heaven. “Sir, you must lower your voice. This is a library,” she said as she strolled up behind me.

The hobo came closer to me, so close I swear I could feel the stinky heat of his breath on my face. “You don’t know because they don’t want you to know.”

“That is enough, sir. If you don’t leave this instant, I will call the police,” the head librarian said as coldly and sternly as she always says things, but which was now finally appropriate.

He turned around and walked back out the door, grumbling all the way.

“Don’t mind him,” said the head librarian. I think she could tell I was still in shock. “The man’s a recluse. I haven’t seen him skulking about town in years, but every so often he emerges from the bog to harrass townspeople.”

I told her how adament he was about seeing the archive.

“Heaven knows why,” she sighed. “He’s completely lost his marbles, he’s a danger to himself.The handful of times they managed to lock him up for disturbing the peace, the Sheriff told me he was ranting and raving about all sorts of conspiracy theories. They would only hold him for a few hours because he would never tire of his tirades. Thankfully, he’s more of a bogdweller and doesn’t pester us too often.”

The head librarian had never spoken to me in such a cavalier way before. I wasn’t sure how to respond to her unexpected non-chalance, since I’ve become accustomed to her shushing, glaring, and occasional scolding.

She told me that if he ever bothers me again, that I shouldn’t hesitate to call the cops. “And stay away from the bog,” she warned. “Heaven knows what that man gets up to in there.”

I nodded as she walked away, probably to go call the sheriff and alert him of the hobo sighting. Thankfully, the rest of my shift was not so eventful, but this strange interaction has been rolling around in my brain all day (and night). The bogdwelling lunatic, though he may a bogdwelling lunatic, made an interesting point. Did we really lose all the archives in the fire? How devastating! Though I hate to admit it, I have developed an acute fondness for history and literature since attending Bogwick. And now that I think about it, we have studied several old records from Nettlebrook’s past in history class... maybe Bogwick has its own private archive? That would make sense. And the newspaper probably has an archive too! Maybe Bog Man is just looking in the wrong place...

#diary #library drama #the bogman cometh

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fandomlit · 4 years

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airbenders (aang x reader)

requested by anon “Aang x Girl!Reader fic where she’s from an air bender family that survived the attack? I love you ATLA work 🥰🥰” + “can you do another thing for aang? i love my under appreciated king 🥺”

summary the gaang runs into you, an airbender part of the last surviving airbender clan. aang finds home in that small community, and in you especially.

gif cred belongs to @kataara

“do tornadoes just... appear and disppear?”

katara and aang looked up from their map to see sokka staring into the distance.

“i don’t think so,” katara said slowly, aang shaking his head in agreement. they all stared intensely into the distance. and after a minute of not blinking, dust began to rise and whip, and suddenly there was tornado whipping around a field a little ways away. but just as soon as it appeared, the dust settled back onto the ground.

“wind doesn’t do that naturally,” aang declared, rising from his crouch and grasping his staff.

“it’s man made,” toph confirmed, touching a hand to the ground. “the way it rises... i’ve only felt you do that, twinkle toes.”

“aang,” katara said warily, standing and placing a hand on his shoulder, “is it possible that airbenders survived the attack?”

“we have to go find out, don’t we?” aang asked rhetorically with a furrowed brow, unfolding the wings of his staff in a simple flick of the wrist. he took off toward where another, bigger tornado was forming.

“appa, yip yip!”

as aang neared closer and closer, he felt the air of the tornado begin to pull him in. but he stayed determined, letting the tornado finally suck him into its hold and resisted the flow of the air to finally touch the ground it was formed at. the tornado dispersed when he planted on the ground, momo swooping in to land on his shoulder. he looked around the now cleared land, only seeing fields for miles. when he finally turned to his left, he jumped at the sight of a girl in a fighting position, hands raised flat in front of her.

“who are you?” she asked strongly. she ignored appa as he touched down next to aang. “where did you get that bison?”

“you’re not.. surprised by him?” aang asked, turning his body to his flying companion.

the girl narrowed her eyes. then she closed them and dropped her hands to her sides. then she turned around to walk away.

“wait! where are you going?” aang called after her.

“that’s not our bison.”

“our?” katara asked as she hopped down from appa’s saddle. the girl glanced over her shoulder.

“our,” she nodded. she looked over their group. “you’re the avatar, aren’t you?”

“yes,” aang confirmed, expression serious.

the girl turned back around. “my name is y/n. my family is one of the only few that survived the devastation of firelord sozin.”

“there are airbenders living?!” sokka asked, jaw dropping.

“yes,” she nodded. “we keep a closed society. if you would like, we could give you shelter for the night.”

the gaang all looked to each other. toph spoke, “im sold.”

aang looked back to the girl. “can you take us there?”

she waved a hand and turned back around. “follow me.” aang ran to walk by her side.

“those were some impressive tornadoes,” he complimented. she offered him a small smile. “how’d you learn to bend like that?”

“my great grandfather was a monk and master at the western air temple,” she explained, looking over to the avatar. “tornado making was his “signature move” of sorts; passed down through my family to now. unfortunately, he was lost in sozin’s attack.”

“im sorry,” aang sighed sadly, shaking his head. “how did your family survive?”

“my grandparents and others were on their way to the eastern air temple for an annual meeting. but when arrived, it had been destroyed.” aang closed his eyes and dropped his head. “when he flew back home, it was gone, too. they had no choice but to start a new society here.” she gestured a hand ahead of them, and the gaang looked to see a small city tucked between two looming mountains, a little ways away.

“how many airbenders are here?” aang asked, looking anxiously to the city’s high walls.

“out of our thirty population, only seven,” she answered. “we’re a dying breed.” aang lowered his head solemnly. y/n placed a warm, comforting hand on his shoulder. “it was not your fault, avatar. and we do not blame you.”

he looked up at her. seeing her soft yet determinedly kind eyes, he was able to manage a smile. and possibly a little blush, too. “call me aang.”

she nodded, giving him a smile in return. it would have been a heartwarming moment if sokka had not yelled out, “and im sokka!” y/n turned to be introduced to the rest of the gaang and their stories.

when they entered the city walls, a strong man stepped forward, a teary-eyed woman by his side. “y/n, we’ve been worried sick! where did you go?” when aang stepped in, as well, all eyes were on him.

y/n placed her hand on aang’s shoulder again. “my fellow air nomads, i present to you, the avatar.” gasps resounded around the gathered village people. aang gulped as he looked around. but when he met her proud smile, all of his anxiety was lost in a single breath.

after a meet and greet around a communal bonfire, aang had been shown the house him and his friends would stay in as long as they needed. he had lost y/n at some point in the night, and he felt slightly guilty about it. but he brushed off the thought of her and instead focused on getting some sleep.

that didn’t bode well.

two nightmares in, aang gave up. he kicked his blankets off with a low growl. he tiptoed around his friends and out the back of the small house, bending air to float himself onto the wall that lined the city. he decided to walk along it and enjoy the night air until he either wore himself out or had some other idea.

his head was finally starting to clear when he heard soft music erupting. he looked around quickly, seeing a light in a barn type building near him. he floated himself off the wall and jogged over.

he peeked through the door before he entered, and saw the exact girl he had lost earlier that evening.

y/n stood with a small instrument in her hands, blowing air and moving her fingers as flying bison settled in bales and on blankets all over the barn. aang spotted appa next to her, nuzzling into her leg. she peeked open an eye and offered him a smile, letting go of the instrument to reach a hand down and pet him. she used one hand to keep the instrument floating, moving her fingers as if she were still playing it. the music continued.

“you don’t have to stand in the doorway,” she spoke, barely peeking over her shoulder at aang. “it’s warmer where the bison are.” he let out a sheepish laugh and stepped in, looking all around as he approached her and his companion.

“are you good with animals?” he questioned, clasping his hands behind his back nervously.

she nodded, looking up at him. “oddly so.”

“i don’t think it’s odd,” aang shrugged, offering her a crooked smile. she returned it with a small laugh. aang looked back to the floating instrument and to her hand controlling it. “you really are an impressive bender.”

“thank you, aang,” she hummed, raising the hand bending air through the instrument. “do you know this song?”

he went silent, leaning forward slightly to listen to the soft air coming from the instrument. after a moment, it clicked. he sang, “above black eagles wheeling.”

she giggled and continued, “all of a sudden swooping.”

“my little baby stealing,”

“sleep, little baby, sleep.”

“above black eagles soaring,”

“a crown of pearls left lying,”

“your stupid father snoring,” aang finished. they both laughed. “i didn’t know they still sang that.”

“i didn’t think you’d know it,” she returned, giggling.

“know it? im pretty sure it originated in my temple!”

they spent another two hours together in that barn, sharing stories of their people and of themselves. aang managed to rest when he returned to the house, a smile on his face and hers fresh in his mind. he was finally awoken just after sunrise by the rustling of his friends packing.

“we’re leaving?” aang asked groggily, standing up and rubbing his eyes.

“we have to keep moving if we wanna get to ba sing se,” sokka sighed, tucking a map into his bag. aang lowered his gaze. sokka walked to his friend, placing a hand on his shoulder. “i know you wanna stay longer, but now we know we have a place to come back to. any time. and if you want, you can bring something along with you to remind you of... ‘home’, or whatever.” katara glared at him.

“that was almost nice.”

“what?!”

“you just had to add the whatever?”

aang nodded anyway. then an idea clicked in his head. “i know what to bring.”

“go get it,” katara encouraged with a smile and a nod, and aang sprinted out the door. he raced around the town for a solid ten minutes before seeing y/n stoking the breakfast fire.

“y/n!” she turned around with a start. she smiled when she saw aang. but before she could say anything, aang called out, “come with me!”

#avatar #atla #avatar the last airbender #avatar x reader #atla x reader #avatar fanfic #atla fanfic #aang #avatar aang #aang x reader #aang fanfic #sokka #katara #toph #airbender!reader

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experienceverything · 3 years

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Coming back to you 2nd time this day feels like I'm screaming for some company. I'm so sorry if I'm boring. But I need to know...

Are you alive? I mean, this feels absurd. Talking to a diary, writing on you, spilling some tears and watching them disappear. If so easily they dry, aren't you tired of absorbing everything inside? Where does it all go? Are you like a cat... You know, living till all of your lives are spent. All 9 of them. So quick they disppear. Just like my tears.

I'm sorry again, for starting this heavy topic. I know it's hard for you to even answer or understand me. 'Cause you are, in the end, a piece of paper. Paper that can take in much more than we all think. And even tho I know you can't hear me (shhh that's a lie, I just don't want for people to think I'm crazy talking to you, about you) I know that with my words I can keep you alive. So I'll write as long as you want me to. Just give me a sign. Are you alive?

19.7.2021. - writing about 9 lives

#daretowrite #dear diary

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leedongwook · 4 years

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Buddie lifeguard AU 🌸 Part 5

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4

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“Hey Buck, how’s the pretty head?“

“Hey Buck, your head ok?“

“Hey Buck.“

Eddie deletes the message and tries again. He’s trying to find the right words to text Buck for ten minutes now but he can’t form a good sentence. He scratches at his head and sighs.

“Hi Buck, you up for a drink?“

Eddie stares at his phone again. Would he even be up for a drink? What if his head was more hurt than he thought. He’d called the hospital in the evening to check if Buck was still there, but the annoyed nurse on the phone didn’t give him any informations. Which Eddie knows is rigth, since he’s not a relative of Buck. He’s been lying awake all night though, thinking about texting Buck or not.

He’s still worried in the morning and decides to finally send Buck a quick message. The words just don’t want to come to him.

Eddies sighs again and deletes the message. Just when he wants to put his phone away, it rings and he almost drops it on the floor. Eddie stares at his phone in confusion and blinks at the caller ID showing up.

It’s Buck.

How does he have his number? Eddie doesn’t remember giving it to him. Eddies hands start to sweat and he giggles weirdly. He shakes his head at himself in annoyance. Get a grip Eddie and answer the call.

Just when his finger hovers over the caller button, the sounds stops. It goes to voice mail. Eddie curses and throws himself back on the couch. He really wants to talk to Buck. He doesn’t know why it’s so hard for him or actually he does know. He really likes Buck and he doesn’t want to ruin things with him.

The phone starts ringing again and Eddie lunges forward to grab his phone answering it immediately.

“Buck, hey how are you? Everything ok? How do you have my number?“

Eddie squeezes his eyes shut when he only hears Bucks breathing on the other side. How awkward was that.

“Hello to you too, Eddie.“

Eddie hears Buck laugh and his heart beats against his ribcage way too fast.

“Oh, oh yeah hi. Erm …“

“You ok over there, Eddie?“

Eddie coughs awkwardly and rubs his fingers along his thighs. God, he’s being weird and Buck’s gonna hang up on him any second.

“I’m … I’m good … yeah thanks.“

“Good. I asked Maddie to ask Chim for your number because I wanted to say thanks for helping me yesterday. I guess, I was a bit of a mess. Sorry.“

Eddie imagines Buck sitting on his couch in his appartment, alone, head bowed, sad eyes, thinking he’s been a burden to Eddie because he was involved in the accident. Eddie suddenly can‘t bare the thought of Buck being sad. He takes a deep breath and his voice comes out soft and calm.

“Hey, no it’s ok Buck, I am glad I was there to help you. You been a hero helping everyone else, even though you were hurt. How’s the head by the way, what did the doctor say?“

He hears Buck sigh on the other end.

“Slight concussion. I’ve got a hard head. I’m just annoyed that I can’t work for the rest of the week.“

Eddie chuckles. Of course he can’t sit still and rest. Buck always wants to be on the move, always wants to help.

“Right back into action, huh.“

Buck laughs and he sounds happier.

“Yeah you know me, I always need stuff to do. That’s why I was thinking if you and Chris might wanna come around on the weekend for a beach day? Hang out and stuff.“

For the first time Eddie thinks he can hear Buck being a bit insecure and it’s actually kinda cute. Eddies heart jumps a bit because he’d hang out with Buck every day, if he’s honest.

“Erm yeah I guess. I think Chris would love to see you again.“

And me too thinks Eddie but doesn’t say it out loud.

“Yeah that’s cool. Maybe we can jump on a surfboard or something. Just yeah, cool.“

“Sounds like a date then, eh I mean yeah we can do that, yes. Text me where and when, but we’re free the whole weekend, so whenever you want.“

“Cool. Then see you on the weekend Eddie. And thanks again.“

“Don’t mention it, someone has to lookt out for that pretty head of yours.“

Eddie bites at his lip when he finishes his sentence but he’s only getting Buck laugh as a reply. He hangs up and throws himself back at the couch, covering his eyes with his arms. Why is he always so awkward around Buck. That guy really had a number on him huh.

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“Daaaadd, are you coming.“

Christopher‘s already standing at the door waiting for Eddie to go. He‘s checking his beach bag again, just in case, so he doesn‘t forget anything. He’s not mentionioning the four times he looked in the mirror to check that his hairs sits right. Chimne would make fun of him if he was here.

“Yeah buddy, I‘m coming.“

His son was all hyped up and excited when he told him that they’re gonna hang out with Buck on the beach on the weekend. He counted the days and Eddie has to admit he did so too.

He walks out oft he bathroom and grabs his bag. One last check on his hair again and then he’s opening the door for Chris to walk outside.

“Ready superman?“

Chris nods and smiles happily at his father. The drive over to the beach doesn’t take long and when Eddie parks the car in the carpark, he sees Buck waiting at the beach house. He quickly helps his sound oft he car and they walk over to where Buck is waiting.

As soon as Buck sees the two of them he runs over and grabs Chris underneath his arms and throws him around. Chris giggles and holds tight at Bucks arms.

“Hey kiddo, I missed you.“

Bucks eyes are wide and shine bright, he’s got a huge grin on his face. Eddie notices the bandaid on his head though and his cheek bone looks a bit swollen. Probably from where he hit his head on the steering wheel.

When Buck puts his son down again, the little boy frowns and point his finger to Bucks head.

“Are you ok Buck, you got a bandaid there?“

Buck kneels down in front of the kid.

“Don’t worry, just a little bump, my heads tough.“

He smiles again and bumps his son on the nose, who immediately lights up again. They both turn around and look over to where Eddie’s standing with the bag.

“Hi Eddie, nice to see you.“

Buck looks good with his swim shorts and the white shirt, he’s wearing. It’s sitting thight around his torso and Eddie can see his abs shining through. He blushes a bit and shakes himself to focus back on Buck.

“Hi Buck, thank you for inviting us.“

“You need help with your stuff?“

Buck points at Eddies bag.

“No, no I’m fine, you go ahead.“

Buck nods and crouches down in front of Chris again.

“Hop my little man, lets see if we’re faster than your daddy.“

Chris grins and carefuly climbs on Bucks back. Buck takes his crutches and starts running.

The boy is jumping up and down on Bucks back and Eddie can her his happy screams.

“Last one‘s the looser.“

Eddie chuckles and follows Buck and his son over to the beach.

When he reaches the water he sees Buck running along the beach jumping up when the water hits his feet. His son‘s still clinging onto his back and every time he jumps, he laughs loudly.

Christopher looks up and sees him standing there, his smile even bigger now.

“We won daddy, we won.”

Buck stops and walks over to where Eddie‘s standing in the sand.

“Your dad’s slower than a turtle isn’t he.”

Buck chuckles and brushes against Eddies shoulder with his hand.

Eddie looks at his shoulder where Buck just touched him and then back to Buck. The other man’s smiling brightly at him. Tiny water droplets are running down his cheeks, over his delicate jawline and down his throat and disppear under his shirt. Eddie catches a glimps of a tiny birthmark sitting there.

His son tugging at his shorts starles him and he looks at him.

“Dad, can I try some surfing, please, please.”

Eddie looks over to where the surfboards are lying in the sand.

“I’ll hold him the whole time Eddie. He’ll be safe. I promise.”

Buck doesn’t have to promise him. He knows he’ll keep his son safe. Chris walks in front of him and looks at him with his best puppy eyes.

“Please dad, please.”

Buck stands himself behind his son and gives him his best happy smile.

“Ah, I hate you two.”

Chris claps his hands together in joy.

“Oh, you love us, dad.”

Eddie tousles through his sons hair and presses a kiss on his forehead.

“Yeah, yeah I do.”

Buck winks at Eddie before he walks over to get the surfobards and a life vest for Christopher. Eddie puts the towels in the sand and sits himself down to keep an eye on his son and Buck.

Buck carefully puts the life vest on Chris, always talking to him. He must have made a joke because his son holds his tummy and can‘t stop laughing. Buck takes his hand and helps him going over to the water. He puts the surfboard in the water and lifts Christopher on it. He sits himself behind the kid and slowly paddles away, into the small waves at the shore.

His son holdss his hands into the water. He looks so happy and excited and it warms Eddies heart. Buck somehow always senses what the kid needs or wants. It’s beautiful to watch the two of them togehter. His son‘s grown to trust Buck really fast but Eddies doesn‘t blame him because he himself has that feeling of calmness and saftey when he’s around Buck.

When he looks back at the water he sees Buck lift his son onto the surfboard now so he‘s standning on it.

His son waves at him, eyes bright.

“Look daddy, look I’m a surfer.”

Eddie gets up from where he’s sitting, to have a better view at them.

“Yes, you are my little super man, you are. You’re doing awesome.”

Buck lets go of Christophers hands and the last wave takes the kid onto to beach. The board stops abruptly, but Buck‘s already there catching the boy, before he falls over. He lifts him up again and Chris climbs on his back. They both walk over to Eddie.

“This was amazing bud, you did so well.”

Chris is still super hyper and he can’t stop smiling.

“Did I look like a real surfer?

Eddie takes him into a hug and rubs at his back.

“You did buddie, you did.”

He lets go of Chris and hands him a bottle of water.

“Thanks Buck, this was awesome.”

Buck nods.

“No problem. He’s a natural. You wanna have a go, too?”

Eddies puts his hands in the air and waves around.

“What me? No I don’t think…”

“Oh yes daddy, I wanna see you surf.”

Eddie nervously rubs at his arms.

“I don’t think I can.”

“Buck can help you, can’t you Buck?”

Buck taps on Chris shoulder gently.

“Course I can, If your dad wants to try?”

Buck looks at him with questioning eyes.

“You wanna try?”

“Ok, ok i’ll give it try.”

Chris applauds him and sits down on the towel. Both men walk over to the surfboards and Buck takes his shirt off and throws it in the sand.

Eddie can’t help and look at him. He’s got goosebump on his skin, probably from the cold water earlier. A tiny droplet runs down his chest, all the way down to his navel. Eddie takes in a harsh breath when he can see a blue bruise running from his shoulder square over his chest, down to his abdomen.

Buck notices where Eddies looking at.

“Seatbealt. Looks worse than it is, doesnt even hurt anymore.”

Eddie wants to run his finger along the bruise, wants to check if there’s more damage. Broken ribs or anything.

“Eddie I’m fine.”

Bucks voice getting louder snaps him out of his trance.

“Good, that’s good. I’m glad.”

Suddenly Bucks hand appears in front of his face.

“Get on the surfboard, Diaz.”

Buck smiles and Eddie thinks the blue of the ocean makes his eyes look even bluer and more magical.

He takes the other mans hand and lets himself be helped on the board. His first surfing attempts are awkward and Eddie thinks he’s absolute awful in doing this. Bucks smiles and the other mans support makes him want to try again.

Suddenly there’s a wave crashing right in front of them and the movement of the water throws Eddie forward and off the surfboard. Buck lunges forward to stop Eddies fall but his foot gets stuck under the board and he falls backwards into the sand, followed by Eddie, who lands on top of him. Eddie opens his eyes and looks at Buck the other man’s eyes are wide and so so blue, it’s like the ocean is mirroring it‘s color in them. Eddie feels the water washing over his legs. His legs which are resting inbetween Bucks. He can feel Bucks hip move under him, his abs being strained against the weight on top of him and Eddie remembers the bruise on the other man’s chest. Bucks arms lie rigth and left, next to his body. Eddie’s arms are in the sand right next to Bucks head. The other man looks at him with a smile. His lips are pink, so pink and Eddie wishes he’d know how they taste. There’s those tiny freckles around his nose and Eddie thinks Buck has the prettiest eyelashes he’s ever seen. Tiny water drops are clinging onto them and sparkle in the sun. He can see another scar on his forehead probably from work. It’s all healed and looks white and faint against his skin. Eddie slowly lifts his one hand and holds it against Bucks cheek. It’s like the other man’s skin is sparkling with the sea salt sitting on it. Buck is the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. Eddie feels the other man move underneath him, his hips grinding against him. Buck licks at his lips and it’s driving Eddie insane.

“Eddie.“

Bucks voice is soft and barely a whisper. His chest feels tight and he just realizes now that they’re both topless and their skin touches the other. He can almost feel Bucks heartbeat against his. Buck moves his fingers to Eddies wrist holding it gently. He looks at him with bright eyes.

“Daddy, Buck are you two ok?”

Christopher appears next to the two men and rips them out of their little moment. Eddies tongue feels heavy though and he can’t get a word out, instead he hears Buck answer. His voice making his chest vibrating against his.

“We’re good kid. The sand softened our fall. Guess your dad needs to practice a bit more.”

Buck laughs and Eddie can feel his stomach muscles move under him.

“Can you maybe, get up. You’re heavier than you look.”

Eddie blinks at Buck confused, still being mesmerized by the other man’s presence.

“Oh, yeah sorry. Thanks for cushioning my fall, I guess.”

“No, problem.”

Eddie carefully shuffles backwards and gets up. The holds his hand towards Buck and helps him get up.

They’re both wet and full of sand.

“What about we jump in the water a bit to get the sand off and then we’ll get some ice cream? How does that sound.“

Christophers takes his fathers hand and his other finds its way over to Bucks hand. Holding them both tight he pulls them over to the water. Eddie thinks this might be a bit too much for Buck, but when he looks over to the other man he’s smiling and follows his sons lead. Eddie thinks it’s a nice picture. Buck being a part of this, being a part of their family.

Buck lets go of the boys hand and starts splashing water around and hits Eddie right in the face. Christopher screams and laughs loudly. They all start to splash water around till they’re all wet and tired and their stomachs hurt from all the laughing and they decided to call it a day and head home in a bit.

Eddie packing the bags already when Buck comes back with three big ice cream cups. They’d built a sandcastle earlier and Chris is sitting next to it. Buck hands the ice cream to Chris, who excitingly licks at it.

The other man then walks over to where Eddies packing their stuff togehter and motions for him to sit down and take the ice cream. Buck sits himself down next to Eddie. Chris is couple of meters in front of them hungrily licking at his icream and watching the ocean.

Eddie gently bumps his leg against Bucks.

“Thank you Buck. You made this one really happy.”

Buck turns his head over to Eddie.

“Just this one?” He points over to Chris and then puts his hand on Eddies thigh.

“Or this one aswell?”

Eddie swallows hard. Buck’s incredibly close to him now, he can see the tiny sand grains sitting on his skin. He blushes and nervously licks at his ice cream.

“Eddie.”

He looks back at Buck and he’s so close. His eyes are so blue. Buck licks at his lips and Eddie wants to kiss him so badly.

He puts his hand over Bucks, that is still resting on his thigh.

“Yeah, this one too.”

“Yeah?”

Christopher yelling for them, interrupts them again and both men get up to bring the bags over to the car. Buck carefully buckles Chris into the car and says his goodbyes.

“Thanks again, Buck.”

“No problem, it was a great day. Your kid is great.”

Buck leans forward and before Eddie can react, the other mans lips connect with his cheek. They’re soft and warm and Buck smells like sand and sea water.

“See you, Eds.”

Buck slowly moves his face away and winks at him one more time before he walks over to his own truck. Eddie gently taps at his cheek where moments before Bucks lips had been resting.

He feels like he’s in a kind of trance when he watches Buck drive away and he thinks he might be in love.

In love with Buck.

#buddie #buddie fanfiction #911 #911 fanfiction #haleys fics #my fics #my writing #this might be the last chapter tho #because I don't see ppl be interested in it

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reneedraws06 · 5 years

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Hello again sorry it took so long for me to draw this its a kingdom hearts drawing about riku comforting kairi after sora disppearing and also i’m sorry that riku’s hair looks like a bush XD i tried

Also in case wonder what i’m useing it ms paint

Now normally don’t ask for likes but please leave a like on my drawing and maybe suggest some ideas on what i should try and draw next

Anyway i hope you enjoy :D

Also here’s the link to my first drawing :D https://kh3fan06.tumblr.com/post/187668586962/this-is-my-very-first-digital-artwork-so-please

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cloverhighfivewritestoo · 5 years

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Castiel learns to make coffee

w/c: 580

warning : Destiel fluff - Castiel in real world (our world)

a/n: this is written specifically for Giuls ( @ain-t-bovvered ) after I shared this fic with her. And, this breaks the 4th wall big time. Also, sorry for the shitty title lol – I wrote this in one go haha

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There was a knock on the door. Giuls put her cat, Romeo, down and answered it. She stopped short, piercing blue eyes staring at her, a man in a trench coat. - Cas? - Hello, Giulia. Can I come in? Giuls opened the door wider and looked around outside as she was letting Castiel in. - Of course. Where's Dean? - At the bunker.

Giuls closed the door behind Castiel. Romeo came to Castiel and twirled around his legs, purring. Castiel bowed down and pet his head a bit. - Your cat is really beautiful. - Thanks. Is Dean alright? Cas straightened up. - No. He had an injury which messed up his tattoo and a demon got in. We had the hardest time getting it out, it took weeks. - OMG - God didn't help. He's still gone. - I mean... Anyway. But why are you here then? - I want to cheer up Dean. Dean likes coffee and I don't know how to make it and I saw online you have this very elaborate way to make yours and you swear it's the best coffee ever. - You... you saw my tumblr? - Yes. Giuls swore she was blushing. Castiel was looking her in the eyes, like only he can, so intensely yet innocently and patiently waiting for an answer. Of course, he was only here for the coffee. After blurting out a few consonants, she managed to answer «What? You came all the way to Italy to learn to make coffee?» Castiel cocked his head. «It only took me an instant to get here.» Giuls facepalmed. «Yeah. Of course.» She gestured to the counter. «Come, I'll show you.»

Castiel followed Giuls to the kitchen and watched closely as she explained how to make the sugary syrup and the coffee. - There you go. Taste it, you'll see. - It's no use,» Castiel said, as he took the mug, «I can't taste the result, just the molecules.» Giuls watched him cradle the mug closely, questions on her face. - Then why...» she said, pointing at the mug. - I'll be right back. Castiel disppeared in a whoosh of feathers. Both Giuls and Romeo looked at the suddenly empty air, mesmerized. They looked at each other. They looked at the empty spot again. Castiel reappeared. - Dean says it's the best coffee he's ever had. Thanks. Giuls pointed at the huge coffee stain on Castiel's shirt. - Um, did he actually drink any? Seems it all went into your shirt. - Yes. He just forgot to set the mug down before kissing me. Giuls smiled. Castiel just stood there, holding the mug, looking at her. - Cas? - Yes. - Do you want another coffee? - Yes. - Alright, but this time you make it. Castiel followed Giuls' instructions to the letter. He disappeared again with the full mug. Giuls busied herself cleaning up, knowing he'll be back soon enough.

Indeed, a few minutes later, a whoosh could be heard from behind her. She turned to see Castiel standing there, a fresh stain on his shirt. Giuls laughed. - So? Castiel set the mug on the counter, pushed it away a bit, making a point of returning it for good. - Dean said this one was even better than the last. I told him it couldn't, because I did the exact same thing you did. So I don't know why he liked it more. Giuls smiled. She knew why.

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#destiel #destiel fic #domestic!destiel #castiel in love #coffee #castiel learns to make coffee #giuls rules #cute destiel #4th wall #castiel irl #I'm probably forgetting something but I'll get to it later

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lolalvarez · 5 years

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things i didn’t say || leggie

TAGGING: @lolalvarez and @rocketpowerreg

DATE: February 18th.

LOCATION: Entrance of Two Streams Care Center, Staten Island, NYC

NOTES: When going to visit Mimi, Lola is greeted by a surprise and friendly face.

REGGIE CLIFFTON

Reggie wasn't the type of person who liked, or even attempted to, go to places she wasn't sure she'd be welcomed at. Growing up a little rough aroud the edges, it made her aware of how easy her prescence could go from tolerated to disliked, and she was hyperaware of such things. It's what made Acup special for her, as even when she thought she wouldn't be welcomed, she was. The place was inclusive, and it had people within its clientel that knew her and would miss her coming around. And there were definitely people who would get to know her and want her around. That was one reason Reggie was sitting there on a bench at the front of Two Streams Care Facility, flowers in hand, waiting for Lola to arrive. She had been sitting there for a couple hours, sure based off the limited information on Lola's schedule that she did know that Lola hadn't come yet to visit Mimi. And in truth, despite the fact Mimi didn't remember Reggie, she didn't want to just disppear from her life either. If Lola didn't want to stick around after Reggie at least tried to keep her around, she wasn't going to force her, but it was the trying part Reggie was learning was important to do. Hoping that despite being unsure if she should be there, that Lola would allow her to be. She didn't want the girl gone, as Reggie knew more than most how much good Lola Alvarez deserved in her life.

LOLA ALVAREZ

The walk to Mimi's room was about seven times as long as normal. Every single footstep down its pallid walls and overtly cozy carpeting made Lola's heart sink deeper and deeper into the abyss. Was it possible for one person to feel so much pain, or to be used as the universe's punching bag? Lola was seeking a group of togetherness, a place of happiness and kindness. Somewhere she'd be welcomed with open arms. Every time she looked into Mimi's eyes and didn't see any sense of recognition, all hope of that was gone. She was grateful for the time she'd had with her adoptive mom, but it wasn't enough. Mimi had been ripped away from her too soon, and Lola was left with the emptiest shell of the only person on the planet who had ever truly loved her. Seeing Reggie there wasn't what Lola had expected. Hell, it wasn't sure if it was even what Lola wanted. Her words probably came out harsher than she'd intended them to, but to see Reggie sitting there, with a bouquet of flowers... it was too much. Lola felt tears spring to her eyes at the level of thought that it had taken for Reggie to find her way over to Staten Island with no knowledge of when Lola would arrive for her daily visit. Reggie was trying rather than letting Lola just up and leave this time, and even if Lola was wholly responsible for the way they'd previously ended, she had to say, she really liked the idea of someone coming after her. Of someone caring enough to try and get her to stay. Of someone wanting to be her tether to reality. "What are you doing here?"

REGGIE CLIFFTON

While Reggie had been there waiting for Lola, seeing her was still a whole other aspect to it she couldn't of entirely prepared for. They hadn't seen each other since last Sunday, when Lola had only tried to do something kind for her, and all Reggie did was stomp on her heart back. And it wasn't as if that was the last time she would do that to someone, though she hoped it would be the last time she would ever do that to Lola at least. After all they had been through, it was harder for Reggie to see the good she could offer someone. However, she wasn't about to let Lola go about her life feeling unwanted or uncared for if it could be helped. After visiting Mimi and seeing firsthand just how much everything was for Lola, letting her be alone wasn't something Reggie would do. Even if that had always been her default. It was now merely time for her to have her words and actions for once match up. Standing up, Reggie tried to keep broad shoulders and a tall stance despite her nerves for showing up at all. For risking making things worse, just in the hopes of making things better, "I came here to see you. And you visit Mimi with you, if you'll let me." Reggie offered, not taking steps towards Lola, though hoping she looked welcoming enough for the girl to take some towards her. Reggie had just accepted Lola in without them talking before. Without particularly earning it, and in the end, her actions helped scorn Lola in ways Reggie wish it hadn't. That she wanted to help make better, though couldn't exactly. She only simply be there and try, "I told you, I'd be here for you, and your mom. I'm not gonna let you just make that choice for us both... not again. Not after everything."

LOLA ALVAREZ

Lola held a bag of soul food packed into tupperware containers in one hand and her heart in the other. She didn’t want to be weak and hated herself for wanting to give in so easily to Reggie. They both had messed up and there was plenty of blame to share. Lola hadn’t intended for things to get so far gone between them, and as much as she wanted to think that they could just pick up where they left off, there were obstacles in the way of that. Lola swallowed, feeling her resolve immediately break as she stood in front of the girl she loved, about to see the woman she loved more than anything. And maybe Lola was looking for that kind of love to be reciprocated in the wrong places. Maybe Reggie wasn’t the person who could do that for her. Maybe she was holding stock in Mimi remembering her someday, even if the odds were stacked against her. Maybe she deserved better than what she was currently getting. “Daffodils are her favorite,” was all Lola made by way of a reply, glancing at the bouquet of flowers in Reggie’s hand. She hated that because of someone else, her reputation had been ruined. She hated that because of someone else, she had been put on blast for absolutely no good reason. But most of all, she hated the fact that if she hadn’t left, none of this would have been an issue in the first place. “You can give those to her yourself.” Lola replied softly, stepping forward toward Reggie. And because Reggie wasn’t a taken lady anymore, Lola felt absolutely no guilt in wrapping her arms around Reggie’s shoulders, leaving the tostones bag on the bench. God, she hadn’t even touched Reggie since before she’d left that day at Acup where she sent everything to hell. She’d been as respectful as she could be once aware of reggie’s relationship status. But damn it all, she needed a hug. “Thank you for coming.”(edited)

REGGIE CLIFFTON

As much as Reggie could feel her heart racing from nerves and being on edge, she couldn't help but wonder how much help she could provide here. Feelings were not her forte, and they never had been. Nor seemingly would be, but she had learned a lot since coming to New York about the importance of maintaining relationships with others. Growing up, it had always been easier and Reggie's default to let people go and to cut them out once things hit a point. While in NYC she had been the type to avoid emotional entanglements, back home in North Carolina they were all Reggie sought out with girls. Desperate to not have to be alone as an out and proud kid in one of the reddest counties of the state. New York showed her how alone she actually wasn't, but it made her feel less inclined to keep the emotional aspect of things. To have them removed as much as possible. Now she had grown wise to realize that it was certainly not that easy, not even as easy as she thought it had been for herself. So as she could see Lola opening back up to Reggie, even if only slightly, Reggie could feel a certain weight off of her shoulders she didn't realize was there to begin with. That made it all the more effortless for Reggie to wrap her arms around Lola's frame.(edited)"You don't need to thank me for that... you don't need to thank me ever, Lou," Reggie promised, closing her eyes as she let her head drop, only slightly nuzzled into the crook of Lola's neck. She rearranged her arms a little, putting one of her hands on the back of Lola's head to cradle it in a way, keeping her other arm wrapped around Lola's waist as it held the bouquet of flowers, "You know you'll always mean something to me, right? It doesn't matter if you're here, or gone. You're important to me. Walking away won't ever change that-- even if you did it now, it wouldn't." Reggie offered, knowing she had never told Lola these things before. They were words she had never uttered because she had been so focused on keeping any affairs of her heart at arm's length. Yet she had let Lola in more than Reggie realized, and more important, Lola had let her in. At the time, Reggie didn't realize how much that truly meant, most likely choosing ignorance for her own self. But it was clearer now for her. More obvious. Lola had given Reggie honesty over a week ago. She deserved honesty, too, "But still... I hope that you don't." Reggie said softly, letting her grip on Lola loosen so she could step back.

LOLA ALVAREZ

“I won’t.” Lola replied softly, feeling her own stubborn streak vanish. “I can’t.” Shaking her head, Lola felt a tear make its way down her cheek. She brushed it away, feeling like a basket case and a half. Everything was too much for her right now. What Reggie was saying wasn’t completely out of the blue. She knew they both cared about each other, and she knew that things had been left unresolved. Even though she wasn’t sorry that Reggie was single now, she didn’t feel responsible for what had happened. If someone else wanted to point the finger at her, she didn’t care. Most important was that she and Reggie were on the same page, and clearly they were. Clearly, Reggie had missed her just as much as Lola had. “I don’t want to.” Lola school her head again, brushing another wayward tear from her eyes. “I’m so sorry for how I acted towards you yesterday. To threaten to leave again was childish and immature of me. I have no excuse for my behavior. I know I’m not gonna walk away from you again, Reg. I never should have to begin with.” Lola took in another shaky breath before she spoke again. She very gently reached for Reggie’s free hand and gave it a squeeze. “I don’t think I’m very good with love, but if Mimi taught me anything, it’s that it’s given unconditionally. Without any limits or restrictions. It’s about wanting to see the other person happy. Maybe I’m selfish because I want to be the person who makes you happy, but...” she shrugged. “No matter what, I want you to be cared for and supported. I know I haven’t been stepping up to the plate with that lately, but I’m going to try. It means the world to me that you came here today. It means so much. I don’t know how to tell you how much. The fact that you’re here to make sure I’m not doing this alone...” Lola stepped closer again to Reggie, not wanting to leave her orbit. “I’m so lucky to have you with me. It makes the whole thing so much easier.”

REGGIE CLIFFTON

Honesty was one of the things Reggie tried to do her best in honoring, as it was easy for her to grasp the concrete. The facts of life and all that went with it. The emotions were the part that kept her struggling and had her trying her best to maneuver through what was going on in her life. It was important to her to keep Lola around, and it was important to her that she made it known. It wasn't a large gesture in some ways, but it had clearly been one that mattered. Even more importantly, it had been seemingly healing for both of them. For even as Lola grabbed Reggie's hand and started to discuss what it meant to love someone, Reggie didn't pull away. She felt that familiar on edge feeling that came with hearing such sincerity, but it was better this time. She had been through quite a bit of high emotion situations lately that it made the soft way Lola spoke feel less intense at the moment. She could find a sense of being at ease still. Especially given all of this meant that Lola was letting Reggie back in, and Reggie was learning the importance of taking such a risk for someone without knowing the result.I'll be here. And if you ever want me here, just text me and-and I'll do all I can to make it work. To be there for you two." Reggie spoke up, trying her own hand at giving Lola further sincerity. From the start, Reggie had been upfront with Lola, but she had done it too much and in the wrong ways. Where it left her feeling unwanted or as if she was easy to be removed. Reggie had made choices for them, and had tried to control things she couldn't, simply out of the fear of having more develop between them than she wanted. It hadn't been fair then, and Reggie was trying to be better for it now. It wasn't easy for the natural pessmist she was, yet, she continued on trying. "And... you know.. you don't have to be with me to make me happy. You just... being here with me and that's enough. It's always been enough." She promised, dark eyes meeting Lola's and her hand now squeezing hers back, holding it a little more firmly afterward. The back of her mind was running through all the reasons why Reggie knew she didn't deserve to be loved in the way she was by Lola. Yet, she wasn't about to go into that. There was no need to at the time. She just wanted to enjoy this moment with Lola, which had been something they both had been lacking with each other lately. But it was now clear it wasn't impossible for them to get there once more, "We should head in soon... I want to see the look on Mimi's face from getting flowers before they start wilting on us."

LOLA ALVAREZ

One thing that Lola could be especially proud of in this situation was the fact that she'd been honest. She'd left everything out on the table. She had spoken her truth, even if others were trying to take that away from her, and she had done her very best to make sure that she was taking care of the people she loved. Mimi was in the top spot of that list. Reggie was also very high up there. But Lola had to remember to love herself, too. She had put her emotions and feelings and honesty to the universe, but there was nothing left for her to do. Strangely, Lola felt like they were going to be okay. Despite the hurricane swirling around them-- despite the fact that they were most definitely something to talk about, and despite the fact that Lola knew she'd come unfairly under fire again, well, none of it mattered. She and Reggie were okay now, they were on good terms. They'd said what they needed to and that was all that mattered. For once in Lola's little life, she was enough for someone else. Lola held her arm out (the one that wasn't holding the bag of food for Mimi) for Reggie to take. "Come on. Let's go make her day. And mine," she chirped, as they marched in to the care center, ready for whatever else the universe might bring.

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nighthowlers8795 · 6 years

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You Have Never Loved Me Part 9.1

So sorry that I disppeared from my story for two weeks, so many exams every week and still trying to catch my breath. I had some free time today that I put this teaser piece together really quick. Here is a taste of the story about to come.

Paring: Liam x Annie Williams

Warning: Not your TYPICAL Liam and not your TYPICAL MC

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Liam decided to stay with Annie for the day, he sent Bastien to the embassy for those paper works needed to be reviewed and signed. The two occupied the large suite in silence, he glances at her between pages whilst she leans against the window, starring at a half empty tea cup in her palms.

Annie’s thoughts has been conflicted the whole day. Everything felt so right when he hold her in his arms and whispered sweet nothing in her ear. She could feel how her heart was racing in his embrace.

“When do you go back to Cordonia?” She has found the courage to ask in the end. He can’t stay in New York for long, right? Maybe she needs more time to think about them, alone.

“When you are done with your packing tonight.”

“Wait, I didn’t... I haven’t agreed to leave with you.” She licks her dried lips and takes a sip of her cold tea.

Liam takes the cup and set it down on the nearest surface. “We will start over. I don’t want to lose you again.” He kisses her forehead and trail kisses down her eyes, cheeks and finally seals a kiss on her lips. “Please”

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Annie wasn’t sure whether the decision was correct or not, yet she left New York with Liam after all.

Waken up from her short nap on the private jet, Annie looked out of the window. An ocean of water with a color that so blue she has never seen, connected with the clear sky threaded with cotton white clouds.

“Welcome to Cordonia, my princess.” He leans in and plants a gentle kiss on the side of her neck. “This is our home now”.

To be Continued

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disneygirl2202 · 7 years

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Being reunited with Noctis after the 10 years

A/N: So all of these imagines are basically a series, but it doesn’t really matter if you read them in order.

Prompt: Five years since you tried to drown yourself, one of the boys get a phone call from Talcott about how he found Noctis when he was driving back to hammerhead. At first you don’t believe it, but then you start to have that feeling that Talcott wouldn’t lie about this to you.

Your P.O.V.

I would come out of the trailer as soon as I heard Prompto start to yell in joy and I can see Gladio on the phone. I finish braiding my hair as I walk over to the others.

“Hello Y/N.” Ignis says

“What’s up Iggy?” I ask

“Talcott just called, said he found Noct over by Galdin Quay.” Prompto says

You look at those three as Gladio hangs up the phone and nods.

“How can you be so sure? It’s been 10 years, what if its Ardyn we all know he can do that.” I say

“Y/N, it really is him, you don’t think Talcott would forget to ask him the confirming question.” Gladio says

“I know he wouldn’t. But still. It’s hard to believe that he would finally show himself after 10 years.” I say “Then again Talcott knows how I get about Noct so he wouldn’t tell us unless he was sure.”

“Exactly.” Prompto says, giving me his famous smirk

I feel myself finally showing a smile, starting to smile. Prompto comes over to me and gathers me in his arms. He picks me up and I laugh, holding onto him, hiding my face in his neck.

“He’s finally coming back.” I whisper

Noctis’s P.O.V.

I see the newly added gates as we pull into Cid’s car repair shop. I see the headlights land on four figures. I see two of them in each others arms.

“So Prompto and Y/N finally got together?” I ask

“As you can probably tell they have. It was shortly after you disppeared. At first Y/N felt guilty about dating your best friend, but then Prompto and Gladio saved her when she tried to kill herself a few years ago.” Talcott says “Well it was technically Ignis with his super hearing.”

“Wait, Y/N tried to kill herself?” I ask

“Yeah. She was blaming herself for your disappearance and your father’s death.” He says, parking the truck

He opens the door and gets out. I shortly do the same and I just look at the four I left behind 10 years ago. I look at Prom as he has Y/N in his arms then at Gladio and Ignis.

“Hey.” I say

““Hey” is all we get after you left us for 10 goddamn years.” Gladiolus says

“Look, I’m sorry that is just what had to happen.” I say

“Which we understand, but still!” Y/N says, popping her head around to look at me

I laugh softly and hold my arms out for her. She untangles herself from Prompto and hurries into my arms. I chuckle and lift her up a little bit. I can feel her smile into my neck. She lets go of me then punches me in the chest. I stumble back, holding where she punched me.

“Alright I deserved that.” I say with a smile

“You’re absolutely right! You shouldn’t have left me alone!” She yells

“Well, at least I didn’t try to kill myself..” I say and give her a death glare

“I’m sorry okay. I thought that was the only way to get rid of the pain I was feeling.” She says and holds onto Prompto again as he just lightly rubs her back

“Glad you two finally got together.” I say

“aren’t we all.” Ignis says with a smile

“Well lets get prepared to beat Ardyn.” I say “Y/N, can we talk?”

“Sure.” She says and pulls away from Prompto and walks with me away from the others

“You deserve to be the first one to know this.” I say

“What am I the first one to know?” She asks

“In order for me to bring back the light, I need to sacrifice myself.” I say

She nods and gulps, looking away from me and back at the other three.

“I should’ve known you wouldn’t get a happy ending. The hero never gets a happy ending.” She says

“I know, but I am going to need you to stay alive and protect the city. I’ll still watch over you guys from wherever I end up, I’ll still be the king, just not in this world.” I say

“Noct, I haven’t had the training like you have.” She says

“You’ll be fine, I’ll guide you as best as I can.” I say

She nods then hugs me again, I wrap my arms around her slowly, pursing my lips. I can hear her quietly sobbing. I blink away the tears.

“I’m sorry.” I say

“I just don’t want to loose my other half.” She says

“I know sis, and I am sorry. we’ll see each other again eventually.” I say

#final fantasy xv imagines #final fantasy xv #prompto argentum #prompto argentum imagine #Noctis Lucis Caelum #noctis lucis caelum imagine #gladiolus amicitia #gladiolus amicitia imagines #ignis scientia #ignis scientia imagine

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