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shooks-stupid-stuff · 2 years

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AHAHA IT'S FINALLY DONE-

so hi yes @m-chromatic made a template for what if your oc was a secret boss and ofc i had to do it with The Funny One (aka sakomi)

and uh

piracy :]

full design/doodles/me rambling about this concept bc i really like it beneath the cut-

fuck i just realized i forgot her collar on the 'how they met the knight' drawing goddammit-

it's FINE that one's shitposty anyways-

ok so anyways. yeah so what's going on here huh? piracy. piracy is going on.

now to be CLEAR: sakomi is a lightner so like. she's not supposed to be a PIRACY WEBSITE or anything, no. she's a pirate, she DOES the pirating herself. don't ask how that works just accept it it makes sense i swear-

so like, i dunno i kinda just was thinking of designs and went 'yeah i should give her an eyepatch' and then i remembered piracy existed and it just worked (especially bc sakomi is based off of me and i pirate stuff all the time-)

oh yeah before i forget, initial design doodles + explanations on that-

god man i thought that citra joke was so funny when i thought of it.

it's really not.

uhhh anyways, so! design process woooo-

so, sakomi's og design takes a lot of inspiration in the outfit department from rudolf fire emblem (my beloved), so like. ofc i took more inspiration from fire emblem civbchjvb-

specifically with the scarf-bow-cape thing, which is inspired by generic adventurer class outfit from fire emblem fates (because that design slaps so fucking hard) as well as the hat and boots (the boots to a much lesser degree). other than that just y'know, a slightly torn up pirate coat and eyepatch for the pirate aesthetic, and gloves with colored fingertips bc they're c o o l (yes they aren't fingerless gloves).

and the in-universe explanation for why/how she has video game clothes is: she pirated them.

this is ADVANCED PIRACY (but more on that in a sec)

already explained the dumb joke one, so uh other doodle. so like, remember those anti-piracy psas that would play before movies? like, the one's that were edited to say you wouldn't download a car. so like. what if that but more fucked up-

like the eyepatch is not just for show (she accidentally poked her eye out with a ds cartridge, what a dumbass) but what if she tried to pirate a new eye

yeah it didn't work- (it did for her leg though so no more perpetual leg wound but still that's Fucked Up)

again, don't ask how this works it's just a cool idea and i like it (also she can threaten to pirate people's organs and that's just funny)

but yeah she probably participates in whatever black market cyber world has (it probably has one let's be real)

ok so now: i will uhh actually explain the stuff on the template one by one

before:

so sakomi's whole deal is that she's a lightner who's been trapped in the dark world for like 2 years and as such just basically lives there now. she has a small shop that is also her house (the curtain separates the two) and uh. yeah she doesn't get many customers, and being fucking TERRIBLE socially if she doesn't already know someone doesn't help. but she gets by (somehow). she's incredibly lonely, essentially being the odd man out in every way possible, but she gets by. i'll go into more detail on this in a later section though, so for now i'll stop.

after:

man oh man she's a criminal now-

jokes aside, she's still a shopkeeper, just for less than legal things now. some stuff is even free (but it's download only, physical media is still way cheaper than official releases though) but some of the pirated items are a bit lesser quality than the originals. you get what you pay for, i suppose lol.

obvious melee joke is obvious

additional sprites:

well (shitty) overworld sprite aside, w e a p o n s

she has a fucking gun oh god oh fu-

and a cool sword (also stolen from fire emblem, will elaborate in a bit). yeah she fights with them idk what else to say, no way in hell i'm coming up with like actual bullet patterns (yet)

item drops:

YES OK THIS I HAVE STUFF TO SAY ABOUT AHAHA

ok so first the scarf:

i kinda already explained the design, but the effect. not only is it a touhou reference (kinda) but also it reflects sakomi's feelings of loneliness and isolation. when you're all alone and feeling own in a sea of people who are all talking with others, it often can feel like your invisible (same when the few friends you do have ignore you in favor of other friends they like better; and yes, i'm speaking from experience). and since in dr certain attacks will target certain party members, it would make sense to translate this into an in battle effect that makes the character with it equipped less likely to get targeted. other than that it's inspired by the koishi card from touhou 18, except instead of making it impossible to die by touching an enemy it just makes your hitbox smaller cjvhcbj-

and next, the sword:

SO WHO HERE LIKES FIRE EMBLEM-

ok this one is simple. in fe there's a sword called the killing edge (yes i looked up synonyms for both words lmao) and it increases crit rate. so i made a bootleg (pirated) version of that, and since crits don't exist in dr it just makes the sweet spot for attacks a bit bigger (the little bar you hit for max damage). it's design is based off of the fire emblem awakening version of the killing edge (since it's my fave character of that game's signature weapon). not much else to it i just like my dumb anime tactical rpg lol-

how'd she meet the knight:

ok i know i made this one shitposty but i do have a legit thing for it lol

also no, i don't think the knight is gaster. fucking sue me.

aaaaaanyways. so imagine being sakomi in this situation.

-you've been missing for 2 years so your family/few friends think you're dead and you doubt you'll see them again because your stuck in some computer dimension

-you have terrible social anxiety and can't even bring yourself to talk to people unless it's strictly business

-you feel like you're annoying and no one actually likes you because you tend to ramble about interests a whole lot

-you hate that you snap at people when your irritated, regardless of if they actually irritated you or not

-you feel isolated and cripplingly lonely

-you have no friends or life to speak of as of now

-you have no customers and barely can scrounge up enough money to afford to live

-half the time you struggle to find the motivation to even do anything anymore

and really, there's more but i think you get the picture. she ain't doing to great.

now she suddenly gets a regular customer, one that engages her in conversation and actually seems interested in her incessant rambling. one that feels like a friend. and she latches onto that, HARD. that momentary escape from feeling like a lonely, pathetic piece of garbage. it gets to the point where she only has the motivation to do stuff in hope that they'll return to her shop and talk to her; the point where she starts to think of this person as her best friend (borderline idolizing them subconsciously), and feeling like their attention is what makes it worth doing anything, getting depressed when they don't show up for a day.

but one day, they just stop showing up. gone with no explanation. she sees them talking to someone else one day, but they don't acknowledge that she's there.

it's devastating, being tossed aside by someone you thought of as a good friend. and she kinda just.... snaps. one things leads to another, and yeah.

well that was depressing, anyways, moving on to-

angst square:

-goddammit.

ok well this is less angsty, just kinda more depressing. at this point, the idea of friends kinda... makes sakomi irate. what, so she can be tossed aside again? yeah, no. never gonna happen. she doesn't feel joy from relationships with others anymore, and she doesn't feel sorrow about her past struggles with it. she just feels rage about the whole subject. she feels she doesn't need anyone, when really she needs someone now more than ever. but y'know. she's a bit too far gone to realize that, i guess.

ok, god i have written a fucking lot, but god this was fun to do. if i do any more with it i will 100% ignore the depressing shit, but i did want to address it here because it really reflects a lot of shit that i've been going through lately friendship-wise. it's hard, it really is, and there is no feeling worse than the feeling of crippling loneliness your left with when a friend fucking ignores you in favor of talking to someone they like more (especially when you're sitting with them and REALLY just being ignored). but ah, i'll just leave it as that. honestly working on this has helped me feel a whole lot better about all that stuff, and also gave me my art mojo back so hey! win-win.

if you actually read all of this, then thanks :]

#sakomi [oc]#gasterfyuroc #deltarune oc #WOOOO IT'S DONE #warning: there is a like college-essay length ramble beneath the cut chjvcjv be w a r n e d #not gonna say much here bc i said most of it under the cut but #man this was fun and man did it make me feel better about some things lol #hope you enjoy my 4(?) days of labor lmao

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giant-sketches · 4 years

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Oh my gosh! This part is so long that I drew a total of four sketches for it instead of the usual three. I’ve been changing up my writing a bit so I do hope you enjoy it still.

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Disclaimer: past trauma, crying, mention of eating people, people being treated like toys, swearing/cursing, pain, innuendos

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In the valley:

Roman: “VIRGIL! VIRGIL PLEASE WAKE UP!!! VIRGIL!”

Remus: “Hush now, your prince has fallen into a deep slumber thanks to my sleeping spell.”

Roman: “REMUS! What sleeping spell, you stomped on him until he passed out!?”

Remus: “It’s an original, I call it Stompus Knockoutus!”

Roman: “Ugh, whatever! Just let me down this instant you dirty marauder!”

Remus: “Woooo! Marauder, I like that. Thanks for the darling nickname Princey!”

Roman: “Aaaahhhh! What are you even going to do with me?”

Remus: “I’m taking you back to my little hole in the wall so we can play together like old times.”

Roman: “Li-like old times?”

- Roman shuddered at the memories of when his brother and he would play ‘games’ before the destabilization occurred. Once Roman and Remus had split from the same trait they stuck together still as brothers who had no idea how to be separate people. Those days started out pleasant with their creative minds expanding everyday. Roman imagined far off lands, magnificent castles, heroic adventures, and more. Remus, on the other hand, imagined tentacle arms, vomiting spiders, eyeball spaghetti, and more disturbing imagery.

- It quickly became obvious to the others that Remus was beginning to unravel once Roman started distancing himself from him. It’s all he could do as Remus’s thoughts were too extreme for Roman to take in as their imaginations interfered with one another. In response, Remus became a recluse and locked himself away to drown in his own madness. Roman tried desperately to talk with Remus, to find some kind of solution so they could stay together, but to no avail. Then one night a large crashing sound shook the fort awake. Roman dashed to his brother’s room in a panic and swung open the door, only to find a now 150 foot tall giant grinning menacingly at him.

Remus: “I’ve found a solution to our problem brother! If I simply take you away from here then we’ll never be separated again.”

Roman was petrified with fear and had no strength left to flee as Remus’s giant hand snatched him higher and higher into the air. There was no tenderness in his touch as Roman’s bones cracked and he yelped in pain.

Remus: “Singing cheers of our reunion all ready? Glad to hear them, keep it going!”

Remus squeezed even tighter as he violently pumped his fist in the air, with Roman in hand. Roman screamed loudly in pain and tears began to well up in his eyes.

Remus: “Tears of joy as well?! Oh brother, you really do know what I like!”

- Now fully enjoying his new stature Remus cheerily skipped away from the fort, into the forest and up the mountain to a cave that could fit him. For the next month Roman endured a variety of Remus’s ‘games’ and was treated like a plaything. He would be punished if he misbehaved and he was kept in a drawer with only a small hole where the knob should be for air. Eventually, Patton and Logan were able to find him when Remus was away and promptly rescued him. However, the experience left him traumatized.

- That’s why it had been so hard for him to adjust to Virgil being one of them. Luckily, with time, he realized that wasn’t true and that Virgil was special. He was special to him. Roman could feel his consciousness fading as he was still exhausted and slowly passed out as Remus carried him off into the mountains. He was simply too tired to fight back or stay awake. Roman could only hope his friends would be able to find him soon. --------------------------- Back at the fort:

Patton: “ROMAN’S BEEN KIDNAPPED!?”

Virgil: “I’m so sorry Pat. Remus snuck up on me while Roman was sleeping and I-I couldn’t do anything. I was too scared.”

Patton: “Oh Virgil, there’s no need to beat yourself up over it. We’re together now, so let's go get our boy back!”

Logan: “My thoughts exactly Patton, but we need a plan. Virgil, do you have any idea where Remus might have taken Roman? Last time he hid out in a cave up in the mountains, but that ridge is vast so it will take too much time to scan all of it.”

Virgil: “I think he’d still be hiding the same way honestly. I remember him bringing me to this one cave he had all decked out with all sorts of weird clothes and tiny buildings.”

Logan: “Promising, do you recall where that cave was?”

Virgil: “Yeah I do since it was just a couple of months ago.”

Patton: “Why did he take you there anyway?”

Virgil bit down on his lower lip as he decided whether or not to answer Patton.

Virgil: “Ugh, he wanted me to play with him...but he said we had to go out and find some toys first.”

Patton: “Toys!? Yo-you don’t mean...people?”

Patton was mortified at just the idea of people being played around like dolls. Virgil freaked out and responded quickly,

Virgil: “Woah hey! I never agreed to it. I never liked playing with that guy so I just shrugged him off and found a corner to read in instead. You don’t think I’d actually go out people-snatching with that loon do you Pat?”

Patton’s eyes softened.

Patton: “Oh course not kiddo, but the idea was really scary to think about is all. I know you don’t see us like that.”

Virgil sighed in relief and smiled. Logan coughed a bit to suggest they get a move on quickly in order to rescue Roman.

Gently, Virgil laid his hand on the ground and motioned for Patton to climb on up. Patton hopped right on enthusiastically as he was lifted up to Virgil’s shoulder. Logan reached out his arms to help Patton climb on and they held hands to keep each other steady as Virgil stood back up.

Logan: “One more thing before we disembark on our mission, Virgil, I suggest you increase in size substantially in order to better traverse the mountain terrain.”

Patton: “I agree with Logan. If you get bigger it will help finding Roman easier.”

Virgil: “Okay, you both hold onto my shirt collar then. I don’t want either of you falling off.”

Logan and Patton: “Got it!”

- With that Virgil shifted dramatically to a whopping 500 feet tall instantly. As they were being flung up rapidly, Patton and Logan hugged onto Virgil’s shirt for dear life until the shaking stopped. Both of them peeled their eyes open again to find their new view spectacular! They could see everything from the town, lake, valley, forest, and mountains. Neither of them had ever been so high up before. The entire experience was completely indescribable as they both stared in awe.

Virgil: “You both okay?” he whispered.

Virgil’s sudden question snapped Patton and Logan out of their starry eyed daze and back to reality. They both hastily answered,

Logan and Patton: “Yes, we’re fine!”

Virgil: “Alright, I’m going to start moving then. Prepare yourselves.”

- Instinctively, Logan and Patton both gripped onto Virgil’s shirt collar tightly and braised themselves. This was going to be a long trip as each step Virgil took, no matter how delicately, jostled the two of them around like wet noodles. ----------------------------- Now in the caves:

Remus: “Wakey, wakey sleeping beauty. Your tower awaits.”

- Roman was in a daze when he awoke to find himself lying on what appeared to be a play mat with the design of cobblestone printed on. Immediately, he remembered where he was and with whom. It took even less time for him to realize he was no longer wearing the clothes he previously had on as well. He was now donning a poofy pink dress, white silk gloves, and a puffed up blonde wig with a tiara attached. His face had been painted on with a fake beauty mark near his eye and plump red lips. Overall, he looked ghastly!

Roman: “Oh my gosh, did you undress me in my sleep?!”

Remus: “What’s a little nudity between brothers? Honestly you have nothing to be embarrassed about. You make a darling little damsel!”

Roman: “Damsel? Is that what this tacky dress is all about? You want to play damsel in distress with me?”

Remus touched his nose in delight.

Remus: “Bing bong! You got it!!!”

Roman: “Then are you supposed to be the prince or something?”

Remus: “Come now brother, do I look like a prin-”

Roman: “No.”

Remus: “Ouch, you didn’t even let me finish. Now I’m left all limp.”

Roman winced in disgust at that remark.

Remus: “No your prince is the brat I left out cold in the valley. I’m taking up the role of the big scary monster who's taking you hostage in my tower.”

Roman: “I’d hardly call this cave a tower.”

- Remus smirked as he flicked his pointer finger in the direction right behind Roman. A shiver ran down his spine as he cautiously turned around to face the looming figure of a tower, a real tower. It wasn’t something Remus had made, but stole from somewhere. Roman didn’t even want to think about what else Remus might have destroyed in the process of acquiring it, then an even more frightening thought flashed through his mind. Frantically, Roman looked around the room to see if Remus had snatched any people up as well.

Remus: “Now, now brother there’s no need to worry. You’re the only toy here and that’s because you’re so special to me. This game is just for the two of us, that is until your tiny friends find you.”

Thank goodness Roman thought as he sighed in relief. No one else had to suffer the way he had all those years ago. He had finally started to relax a little when Remus suddenly began poking at his backside.

Remus: “No time to waste princess! Time for you to get into the tower and start the game.”

Each poke was more forceful than the last, until Roman found it hard to keep his footing. He toppled over in pain to Remus’s dismay.

Remus: “Hey! Don’t ruin the dress, it’s my favorite.”

That was the last straw for Roman. He wasn’t going to be Remus’s plaything, not again.

Roman: “ENOUGH! I’m not playing your games anymore Remus! Not now, not ever! Screw you, this ugly dress, this stupid play mat, and the idea that I’m still afraid of you after all this time!”

- In a fit of rage Roman chucked the dress and wig off his person and hurled the gloves towards his brother in a challenging manner. Luckily, it seemed Remus had only removed his shirt as he was still wearing his pants and boots. Using his arm he wiped off the paint on his face and scowled at Remus. Remus was not pleased.

Remus: “It would appear you’re in need of some punishment in order to correct that boorish attitude of yours.”

Without warning, Roman was forcefully grabbed and lifted high up towards Remus’s face. While startled, Roman wasn’t going to keep quiet like when he was a kid.

Roman: “Just try me! There’s nothing you could do that would affect me anymore.”

Remus: “That’s what you’d think, but I’ve had a long time to come up with better punishments. I actually had an epiphany the other day that I think will work quite nicely in turning you docile.”

Roman gulped loudly. What could Remus be thinking of doing to him that he hadn’t already done?

Remus licked his lips.

Remus: “You know brother, at my size it wouldn’t be too hard to swallow someone whole. I’ve been playing around with the idea for a while now. I used to lick you all when I was a kid, but now I think it might be fun to try for something bigger than just a taste.”

Roman’s eyes went wide with fear. Remus wouldn’t actually eat him, would he? He must be bluffing, right?

Roman: “Woah, hey Remus, yo-you couldn’t actually be entertaining the idea of e-eating me would you?”

Roman was now visibly shaking and his throat had gone dry. The thought of being eaten alive was just too horrifying to imagine.

Remus: “I am actually, after all you look like such a taste morsel.”

- Remus stuck out his tongue tauntingly as Roman squeezed his eyes shut. He could feel himself being lifted up slowly towards Remus’s mouth as his putrid breath wafted over him. He really was going to be eaten, he thought. Miraculously, a familiar loud cry echoed from outside the cave,

Virgil: “ROMAN!”

Roman gasped as he flung his eyes open towards the cave entrance with excitement. He was saved!

Remus: “Looks like the party crashers have arrived! Ahead of schedule, but after this disappointing first act I’m looking forward to the clim-”

- Before Remus could even finish a massive hand launched itself into the cave and pulled him out into the night sky. Startled Remus was not at all prepared for what he would see next. He was now, somehow, locked in place by a giant fist and staring up at a now massive sized Virgil. Never in his life had he seen something or someone bigger than himself. In this moment Remus for once felt completely helpless and small in Virgil’s stern grip.

Remus: “Wh-what is this? How are you this big all of a sudden? I-I...this isn’t right.”

- Previously, outside Virgil had asked Patton and Logan to wait behind him as he went up ahead at max size. He needed them to stay a safe distance away as he confronted Remus head on. They both agreed and waited in the forest for his and Roman’s return. Virgil then walked a considerable distance away before shifting to double his current size, his limit of 1000 feet. This is where he stands now with Remus in his clutches and pissed off!

Virgil: “Let him go.”

Surprise, by such a suppressing voice coming from the once tiny Virgil, Remus completely missed what he just said. He was now overcome with fear he had never experienced before. He was now the weakling.

Remus: “Wh-what?”

Virgil: “I said let him go, now.”

Virgil repeated himself as calmly as he could. He was fuming with rage right now as he spotted Roman still being held tightly in Remus’s hand. Although, he did take pleasure in seeing Remus afraid of him for once. Still, Virgil couldn’t help thinking about what he had become if even the monsters feared him.

Remus: “O-okay….”

- Cautiously, Virgil raised his free hand up towards Remus in order to have a safe place for Roman to land on when released. As Roman fell out onto Virgil’s palm he gasped for air as Remus’s grip knocked the wind out of him when they were both pulled out of the cave. Concerned, Virgil gingerly lifted his hand up to his face to get a better look at Roman’s condition. He appeared physically okay, except that he was missing his shirt. Virgil wanted so badly to comfort him, but knew at his current size it would be too dangerous to try. He didn’t want another kissing incident after all.

- He decided it would be best to set Roman down for now while he dealt with Remus, however, before he started to move again the image of Roman running towards his face stopped him. Suddenly, Roman was clinging to the arch of Virgil’s nose and sobbing. All the stress and fear he had bottled up in order to put on a brave face melted away the moment he was safe on top of Virgil's hand. Virgil had previously been worried about Roman’s reaction to his now gigantic size after hearing about what happened to him as a child from Patton and Logan on the way here. It appeared his concerns were unwarranted as Roman felt safest when near Virgil.

Roman: “Virgil, oh my gosh Virgil, I was so scared!”

Virgil: “Shhh, it’s okay. I’m here now. You’re safe with me”

Roman: “I-I know, but he….he tried to eat me. I thought I wa-was going to die. I’m so glad you showed up when you did!”

Trying his best to keep himself from yelling,

Virgil: “He tried to do what?!”

Remus groaned as the fingers surrounding him suddenly tightened.

Virgil: “Oh I’m sorry did that hurt? Good! How would you feel if I tried to eat you right now?”

Remus chuckled, Remus: “That’d be one hell of a french kiss monsieur monstre.”

Virgil scoffed in disgust while Roman frowned at Remus calling Virgil of all people a monster.

Roman: “The pot calling the kettle black, I see.”

Remus: “You think I’m a monster? Have you been completely ignoring the behemoth you’re standing on? He was so small back in the valley and now he’s somehow ballooned himself to such a size that even my butthole clenches in fear.”

Roman: “Geez, did you have to use the word butthole?”

Remus: “It’s my word of the day in that I use it every day, all day.”

Virgil and Roman both groaned at this weasel's meaningless antics.

Virgil: “What should I do with him? Any ideas Roman?”

Roman: “Usually we use Logan’s dimensional splitter to just send him and Deceit back into the dark realm. I assume you left him and Patton somewhere safe so I guess that’s not an option right now.”

Virgil: “Actually, even though I’ve become a resident of the light realm I should still have the ability to form rifts still.”

Roman: “Really?! Then hurry up and do it before this guy does anymore damage. We still have to locate which town he stole that tower from.”

Virgil: “He stole a tower?!”

Roman sighed,

Roman: “Yeah...somewhere in the realm, there’s a big mess for us to clean up later.”

Virgil: “Okay then, no more waiting. It’s time to send Remus back where he belongs.”

With that Virgil created a rift big enough for him to toss Remus into with ease.

Remus hummed as he flew into the rift,

Remus: “I look forward to the third act another time!”

Roman: “Good riddens!”

Virgil had now bent down to place Roman on the ground as he started shrinking down to a more manageable size.

Virgil: “You can say that again.”

- He rested on 200 feet in order to comfortably hold all three of them once Patton and Logan were retrieved. Roman told them about what happened as Virgil concentrated on getting everyone back to the fort. Once there, it was definitely time for bed. Before Virgil headed back to his room for the night he was stopped by Roman.

Roman: “Hey Virgil...I know you’re really tired and probably rather sleep in your own bed after such an eventful night, but do you think you could sleep with me instead?”

Virgil: “You want me to sleep with you for tonight?”

Roman: “If that’s not too much to ask. I’m...still really shook up from what happened. Even though in my mind I know Remus is gone I can’t help feeling I’m not completely safe yet.”

Virgil: “I don’t mind at all Roman.”

Roman: “Really?! Thank you so much! Come one, I’ll lead you there.”

Roman cheerful took Virgil by the hand and led him to his room. Inside the walls were covered in Disney posters and theater playbills. There was pink glitter on the ceiling and the bed covering was of a unicorn jumping over a rainbow. Overall, it was super colorful compared to his.

Roman: “Come on in!”

Roman had already tucked himself into bed and was waiting patiently for Virgil to join him. Sheepishly, Virgil climbed into bed and laid his head down on the plush pillow facing Roman. Roman did the same and smiled softly towards him.

Roman: “Thank you for saving me Virgil.”

Virgil looked away.

Virgil: “Even though I was completely useless at the valley?”

Roman reached out his hand to stroke Virgil’s face.

Roman: “Now you listen here. That wasn’t your fault and anyone else in your position also would have been knocked out cold if a giant stomped on them suddenly.”

Virgil chuckled as he lifted his hand up to touch Roman’s and leaned into it.

Virgil: “You’re right, sorry. I accept your thanks.”

Roman: “Good. Now for your reward.”

Virgil: “My wa-”

- Without warning, Virgil found himself locking lips with Roman in a passionate kiss! Stunned, Virgil simply let himself enjoy the moment until Roman pulled away slowly. Both of them were fully satisfied with the exchange and blushing deeply with embarrassment.

Roman: “We-well goodnight Virgil!” he stuttered as he hid himself under the covers.

Virgil: “Ye-yeah goodnight Roman!” he also stuttered as he turned to face the wall.

Neither of them could manage to face the other for the remainder of the night. Even though they had kissed in the valley when at the same height it was somehow more intimate.

To be continued.

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viastro · 4 years

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chocolate hearts | lee chan

ミ★ synopsis: in which chan confesses to you on valentine’s day.

ミ★ genre: highschool!au, fluff, humor

ミ★ warnings: none!

ミ★ word count: 1,430

ミ★ pairings: chan x female reader

ミ★ notes: at first i didn’t like this at all, then i kept writing it and now it’s kinda grown on me. or maybe’s it’s cause i’m whipped for chan. it’s not even valentine’s day why am i writing about it?! oh god. anyways... i hope you guys like it!

“Why are we even making chocolates for Valentine’s day? You know this whole,” you pause to make air quotes with your fingers, “holiday is a marketing tactic right? And you’ve just fallen victim to capitalism.” Chan giggles at you, nudging you with his shoulder as he pours the melted chocolate into the heart shaped mold.

“You could’ve asked like, I don’t know, Mingyu to make these with you. He’s the better chef out of your whole group. Why me?” Chan huffs, placing the empty bowl that once held chocolate back on the counter after finishing pouring it into the molds. He swipes a part of the bowl, getting chocolate on his finger. He turns to you, a mischievous grin on his face.

“Don’t you dare.”

He rubs chocolate on your nose anyways.

“You kept complaining when all you did was melt the chocolate. I was the one who poured the chocolate into the molds and set up the box it’ll be placed in.” You smile, leaning down and rubbing your nose onto his shirt, making him cry out, “Yn! I just washed this!”

“You know I hate Valentine’s day, yet you shoved it in down my throat by making me make chocolate with you. What’s your motive here Channie?” You squint and he shrugs, turning around and placing the molds into the fridge.

“I’m going to confess to someone tomorrow.” He says, and you squeeze the counter tightly until your knuckle turns white, feeling oddly unhappy with that revelation.

“Oh? I didn’t know you had a crush.”

“Well the only time we talk is at lunch when we eat in the stairwell like losers. Hard to update you on my life in that short thirty minutes.” Chan comments as he begins cleaning the surface of the kitchen.

“Okay first of all, you totally could’ve told me in those thirty minutes. Second of all, you’re not even close to being a loser. You have girls falling for you left and right. Literally! I saw three girls fall to their knees after you smiled back at them in the hallway today. I truly don’t understand how you have so much power…” You mutter the last part, seriously thinking about how many girls and guys love him.

“Are you gonna help me clean or what yn?” Chan changes the subject, turning around with a smile on his face, showing that he holds no annoyance in his words.

“Only if you let me try a piece of chocolate.” You bargain and he rolls his eyes, shaking his head at you.

“If you don’t help me clean I won’t make you that grilled cheese you want.” Chan threatens and your eyes widen, hopping off the counter and making your way to the unwashed dishes.

“Can’t believe you threatened me with grilled cheese and it worked.” You joke, letting out a laugh when Chan rolls his eyes at you.

You fail to notice the fond look on Chan’s face as you laugh.

“Chan came to school with chocolates today! And it’s Valentine’s day! Who do you think he’s gonna confess to?” You hear the girls gossip in the seat behind you, and you let out a small sigh. Turning the page in your book, aiming your focus towards english.

“I don’t even know who it could be. He hardly spends time with girls, only does so when he needs to in class. I’m really curious as to who swooned him, I thought he was like... untouchable.”

You chuckle under your breath, “untouchable my ass.”

“Yn!” Your eyes immediately widen at the all too familiar voice. You slowly turn around in your seat to find Chan standing at the doorway of your classroom. He has a shy smile on his face, and you only notice the chocolates you both made yesterday in his hands when the girls start whisper-screeching.

“Chan… what are you doing here? I told you I can’t eat lunch with you today.” Those around you start whispering even more, making you realize that you just outed the fact that you and Chan have lunch together everyday.

am absolutely stupid luv

“Oh my GOD they have lunch together everyday?”

“How come we’ve never seen them?!”

“I had a feeling about her…”

“A feeling? Are you sure it wasn’t your dick twitching you horny bastard-”

Chan coughs into his sleeve to get everyone to hush, which works incredibly well because everyone quite literally pauses. He smiles as he walks over so that he’s right in front of you, still holding the beautifully wrapped chocolates that you both decorated. You tied the bow and added stickers as a way to make up for you only melting the chocolate.

“I know but it’s Valentine’s day.” You raise an eyebrow at his response, causing him to let out a shaky laugh once he realizes you don’t understand at all what he’s trying to do.

“And you know that we spent a lot of time on these chocolates.” Chan continues and you nod your head slowly. You’re still confused as to why he’s in your classroom right now during lunch when you specifically told him that you were going to work on English homework.

“Yeah… you said you were going to give them to your crush today.” You say and he nods his head, now feeling embarrassed at the fact that you truly cannot comprehend what he’s trying to do and that your whole class is watching this go down.

“Yes… do you see where I’m going with this?”

“No? Oh my god wait, is your crush in my class?”

“Jesus Christ yn-”

“No seriously like, is it Jisoo? Cause I don’t blame you! she’s really pretty-”

“Yn it’s you.” Chan says and you pause. The rest of the room does a collective gasp, and the whispers begin once again. You feel warmth flood your face as you direct your eyes towards the chocolates, refusing to look anywhere else as your brain processes the fact that Chan just confessed to you.

“I like you, yn. You’re very precious to me and I cherish the time I get to spend with you. I thought it would be even nicer to be able to spend more time together as a couple.” Your eyes widen at the compliment, continuing to not look at Chan while he pours his heart out to you. It’s not until he bends down so that his face is in your point of view, and his big smile overcomes his features.

“Why is my best friend hiding her face from me?”

“Shut up.” You mutter, looking away and covering your cheeks with each hand to try and cool them down. Chan places the chocolates on his desk and gives you his signature mischievous smile.

“You’re so cute.” Chan gushes, softly removing your hands from your cheeks just so he can squeeze your face. He coos and you roll your eyes at him, slapping his hands away. You take the box of chocolates, holding it carefully in your hands, and finally a small smile graces your features.

“Do you accept my feelings?” He asks, and you glance up at him. Chan’s staring at you with a hopeful expression on his face, a pink tinge to his cheeks. His blonde hair is slightly curly, giving him a softer appearance along with his uniform.

“Yeah, I do Channie.” You answer, and your heart warms as a big smile forms on his face. He nods his head, now placing his hands behind his back in a way to try and prevent himself from wrapping his arms around you.

“Good.”

“Great.”

“Wonderful.”

“Fantastic.” Chan raises his eyebrow at you and you stick your tongue out at him. He gives you a smile, glancing at the time he realizes he has to head back to class before lunch is over.

“I’ll see you later?” You nod your head, face still embarrassingly warm as you do so. He grins, before turning around and heading out of the room. You turn your head to shoot glares at all your classmates who are still staring, and they immediately look away and start up their own conversations again.

You move to sit down in your seat when you hear a loud, “WOOOO! YES!” come from the hallway. You easily recognize Chan’s voice, making you giggle at the prospect of him cheering at you returning his feelings. You shake your head, opening up the box of chocolates to reveal a sticky note.

sorry for making you help me make your own chocolates ! at least i know you like the packaging since you decorated it hehe. i hope this helps you enjoy valentine’s day a bit more yn <3

p.s. i stole a piece :p

yours, channie

#lee chan x reader #seventeen #seventeen scenarios #seventeen x reader #seventeen oneshot #seventeen au #seventeen fluff #seventeen dino #seventeen lee chan #lee chan scenarios #lee chan fluff #lee chan oneshot #lee chan au #dino x reader #dino scenarios #dino fluff #dino oneshot #dino au #lee chan

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wtf-yoongi · 4 years

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One minute.

pairing | seokjin x reader

summary | almost two years have passed since you last saw jin when you stumble upon each other one chilly saturday afternoon

genre/warnings | might break your heart and make you sad but ends on a good note because this is fiction not real life lol

words | 1,645

note | wasn’t really going to write a sequel to this, but thewoundsinmyheart kinda talked me into it? thank you for your kind words, they really meant the world to me :) this thing was turning dark again, but i made it happy for you. hope you like it woooo

Jin doesn’t believe his own eyes. You are there, right there – and he can’t find it in him to do anything for a moment.

When you pass by, looking down at your phone, your perfume is different. You’re wearing a white pair of snickers like you always do on weekends, but these are different and foreign to him. Your hair is much shorter now and he can’t believe you finally had the courage to chop more than a couple of inches at a time. Jin shouldn’t be surprised at the fact you’re taking his breath away so effortlessly, but he is. There’s just something different about the way you’re walking down the street and he can’t quite figure out what it is.

Things start to feel like they’re happening in slow motion.

Maybe it’s just you. The new you. The idea of you living any better without him is something that pains and relieves him at the same time. He’s so incredibly glad to see you glowing like this and so immeasurably sad that he can’t be around to witness any of it.

It’s just too much. He knows the long, wool coat you’re wearing all too well, but there’s nothing else he’s familiar with when he sees you – and that breaks his heart even further somehow. After all these long months, he thinks, you’d imagine him to have healed completely and moved on with his life, right? Well, he’s good at pretending this is exactly what happened.

It still hurts. Losing you. Paying the highest price for something he always wanted to do, but never imagined having to leave the love of his life behind for it. It hurts so much he stops in his tracks and turns his body in the direction you’re walking to without even thinking, as if his body is being drawn to you. He knows, he just knows you’re going to open the door to the coffee shop just a few steps ahead.

Truth be told, Jin did some things on purpose. He wanted this to happen, he dreamt about this more than he would like to admit. He looked for a place in the same neighborhood you both lived before, bought groceries at the same supermarket when there is one just two blocks from his new rented apartment. At the back of his mind, he tried and tried to convince himself he didn’t do it on purpose, but because that’s what he knew about how his life went back home. That’s how it went for three whole years and there is nothing he would like to change about that.

Before his brain can even process all this new information, his heart is telling his mouth to open up and say something. Anything to get your attention, anything to make those eyes fall on him again even if it’s just for a second.

He’s calling your name. His voice isn’t the loudest, just enough for you to listen from 30 feet in a mostly empty street. When you turn around, it’s like the air left his lungs for good and he can’t breathe anymore.

There isn’t surprise in your eyes, but, instead, warmth. It’s almost as if you knew in your heart he was back and were just waiting for the moment this would inevitably happen. There’s the tiniest of smiles on your lips and, honestly, Jin doesn’t care how tiny it is because he’s all about how your eyes seem to smile as well.

Damn. He missed that.

Jin takes long strides in your direction, trying not to look too excited at the same he just craves you – to be nearer at any cost. It’s like you’re a magnet and he just needs to be closer, closer and closer.

“You’re back,” you state the obvious when he’s close enough, voice small and hands right next to your body. Jin has, too, changed a little. Two years can make someone completely different and unfamiliar, but he could never be that – he just looks wiser now. His hair is longer, the clothes are new. But his eyes are as inviting as before.

“I am.” He nods, a small smile appearing on his lips just from the sight of you. There’s literally nothing else Jin wished that could happen on this day – nothing. “It’s been a few months, actually.”

“Oh, really?” You ask and he can finally see surprise in your face. “I didn’t think you’d be back for a while longer…”

“I did some extra credits in my first semester,” Jin explains, but doesn’t mention the reason behind it. “Ended up doing enough to finish a little earlier.”

“Oh, that’s nice, I guess,” you say and nod in a shy way. It is nice to finish early, right? “I mean…”

“Yeah, I wanted to come back home…”

Jin interrupts and you try not to let his tone get in the way of thinking rational thoughts. Of course he wanted to come home as soon as possible, being a foreigner is definitely a weird experience and…

“I couldn’t wait to go back into, uh, my normal life.”

There it is. The thing you were dreading. Jin was never the one to beat around the bush, was he? Something’s truly never change.

There’s just something weird about it all. You knew you were bound to cross paths with him again, but you just wished it happened later and later. Maybe he would’ve found someone else, gotten married, had kids and all, and then you would meet again. Just enough for you to think to yourself well, he’s happy, he’s found a family he loves, things are good.

All of that just so you didn’t have to imagine what it would be like if you met again. If that letter never came in, if you stayed together. But look at him now – late into his twenties, but still looking fresh out of college. As charming as he was the first time you met. As picky about food. As annoying as he has always been to get things done his way. You can even bet this encounter is how he wanted things to go and the universe just worked in his favor – it always has. Your small universe just happened to pass by his enormous one.

The fact that he had to leave was just one little flaw. The only thing that he didn’t want to happen, but happened anyway.

“Do you want some coffee?” Jin asks after a few moments of slightly weird silence, pointing to the coffee shop entrance just a few feet away. “You’ve always loved this place.”

“Jin, I…”

You take a deep breath and he notices it. It’s not that you don’t want coffee or that you don’t want to have a casual conversation with him – this is not at all the case. But you did so much burying, so much working around his stuff – your stuff too. You realized just how much of him there was in your life after seven years together and how much cleaning up and throwing out it took to finally be able to breathe normally again.

Does he really have the right to come back and make everything his again like nothing happened?

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t…” He stops suddenly and you finally raise your eyes to meet his. They aren’t as warm as before, now a little concerned and apprehensive. He releases a deep breath. “I just want to talk to you. We don’t have to have coffee today.”

“I know,” you say with a small voice. Suddenly, you’re looking at your feet again. “I want to talk too, I’m just…”

I’m just not sure if we should.

Is the universe against Seokjin a second time? There’s no way.

“Can I text you?” He asks all of a sudden. He knows he has to retrace some steps and take it slow. “Texting is better. Your number is still the same, right? I had to get a new one.”

You move your head just slightly to let him know that, yes, your number is still the same. Jin takes a step closer and gets his phone from his coat pocket.

You would deny it until the very end, but your heart starts racing. And all it took was a minute. One freaking minute. Months of telling yourself you would heal and the healing process itself – all gone now. All forgotten somehow. Is that really the kind of power he holds over you even after all those years?

He’s tapping the screen and, soon, your phone starts ringing. Your hand doesn’t even bother to reach for it.

“Don’t overthink this, I just want to know how’s your life,” he reassures you and you can’t stop thinking about how well he knows how your brain functions. “Do you still want coffee? I can buy you one and leave if you want.”

“No, it’s ok.” You’re quick to answer. Maybe too quick. “I have to go home anyway. Today’s a friend’s birthday and we’re going to surprise her with a cake. Can’t be late.”

“Oh, good.” Jin has a small smile on his face now, the worry gone from his eyes. “Have fun.”

“Yeah, I’ll… I’ll just go now.”

You both wave shyly as you start to take a few steps backwards. When you finally turn your body around, you notice just how tightly you are holding onto the strap of your bag. You are so tense you even jump a little when you feel your phone vibrate after a while.

Is it weird that I want to know if you got home safely? Because I do

You turn your head just slightly to see Jin walking slowly in the other direction, his back turned to you and head hanging low while texting.

Then, your phone vibrates again.

Let me know when you get home?

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imnotoverlyobsessive · 3 years

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Mabel’s All-in-One Guide to Being a Shooting Star: How to Avoid Being Caught and Other Tips You Should Know

Chapter One: Just for the Summer

Shoutout to my betas/brainstorming buddies @edward-or-ford and @pacific-ship!

You’re never gonna love me, so what’s the use? What’s the point in playing a game you’re gonna lose? What’s the point in saying you love me like a friend? What’s the point in saying it’s never gonna end? - Marina and the Diamonds, Lies

Mabel was in a rut. Her boyfriend- no, it was ex-boyfriend by that point, huh? He’d dumped her, after all. Her ex-boyfriend was a dick. And Mabel didn’t jump to these types of conclusions lightly, either. When Mabel was of the opinion that someone was a dick, they weren’t just a dick, they were a Dick™ with a capital D.

Such was the case with Andrew Craddock (or AC, as she’d taken to calling him a few times; as it turns out, he was not as cool as his initials implied). Andrew was a Dick™. Like yeah, they’d been dating for, like, a month, month and a half maybe. And sure, maybe lots of nineteen-year-old college freshmen are willing to jump into bed with anything that moved, which was perfectly fine, but while Mabel was okay with holding hands and making out and maybe even the occasional butt grab, she was not okay with her boyfriend trying to grope her during a movie when she’d said she wasn’t ready for that sort of thing yet.

So she didn’t wanna sleep with him right off. Big whoop. She reiterated this to him, of course. And then! And then the absolute butthole had pointed to Clueless (the movie they’d been watching, cause it’s a mother-flippin’ classic, aight?) and said, “ya hear that, Mabel? You’re just a virgin who can’t drive!” and then the dude straight up stormed out of her dorm. Like. What? Seriously, who even does that?

Also, Mabel could absolutely drive. She had her license and everything. It was just Mabel really liked looking at the UC Santa Cruz campus (go Slugs, woooo) while riding her bike, and cars were expensive anyway, plus she didn’t really need one. She lived on campus, so a bike ride to and from class or the library or the cafe or whatever, it was all nice. It was fun. And economical. And better for the environment. It was a win-win-win situation!

And yeah, okay, fine, she was a virgin, but several of her friends were still virgins, so it wasn’t like… this big huge deal, it really wasn’t.

At least, that’s what Mabel had thought.

Until Andrew decided he wanted to be a Dick™.

And then, after all that, she’d gotten an email from her Painting 101 professor that her final was… acceptable, but if she wanted to make it into 102, she needed to have a little something extra. So Mabel had to scrounge up an extra credit project at the last minute before the grades were in for the summer.

She’d passed, thankfully, and her professor had approved her for 102, but even so…

Mabel had perhaps taken part in too many clubs (UC Santa Cruz’s LBGTQ+ club, two separate environmental clubs, an animal advocacy club, and a club that made crafts for kids in hospitals), She loved them all, she really did, but five clubs was a lot, and it was tiring. She probably wouldn’t go back to all of them when she returned in the fall, but she was still very much on the fence about which clubs specifically she should stay in.

Dipper was… Dipper was Dipper. He’d never been anything but. He’d come out as gay their senior year of high school. That was fine with Mabel. She didn’t mind it. Really, she didn’t. Sure, she mighta kinda sorta had teensy little feelings for him that were maybe slightly a bit on the not-so-platonic side of things, but just a bit, okay?

When Andrew had asked her out, she’d said yes, because, well. Get under someone to get over someone, right? That’s what one of her friends had said. And no hate on her friend, ‘cause her friend was the bomb dot com, but like. Her friend was one of those aforementioned college freshmen who was totally cool about jumping into bed with anything that moved, which was fine for some people, but, well…

Kissing Andrew felt weird. It felt wrong. He didn’t make her knees tremble, and he didn’t make her sigh blissfully. She’d hated being alone with him, because he’d always, always make a move on her, like, it was ridiculous how consistent he was about that, and whenever he kissed her, she’d just…

Well, there was no way around it, was there? She wished he was Dipper. Whenever Andrew kissed her, she spent every second thinking about Dipper, her twin bro, her best bud. Absolutely the worst possible person for her to fall in love with, but Mabel had never been one to play by the rules, and that didn’t appear to be any different in matters of the heart, either.

‘Cause falling in love with one’s twin brother who just so happened to be of the homosexual persuasion broke pretty much every rule in the rule book. If there was a rule book. Which there wasn’t. But maybe it would be better if there were, because then, like, she’d feel better about the set social norms and where she was in relation to them. Not that she thought she was in the green with her not-at-all platonic feelings for her bro bro, of course. She knew that. She knew it was kookoo bananas, okay? She knew.

But she couldn’t help it. He was everything to her, and pretending she’d felt something she didn’t for Andrew had felt all wrong, like she’d been going against everything her heart and soul yearned for. Which was probably because she was going against everything her heart and soul yearned for. But it wasn’t exactly like she had a choice. It was either go against everything she wanted or do nothing, and Mabel had never been particularly good at doing nothing.

Sometimes, a bit of moping becomes necessary. Sometimes, you just need to listen to sad music and cry for a while to process your emotions.

And so, Mabel found herself walking around Gravity Falls, which, in retrospect, was maaaaaaybe not the best place for her to visit in an effort to forget about her very romantic love for her gay twin brother, with whom she had had more adventures in Gravity Falls than she could count. Staring out at the lake, Mabel wondered if her feelings for Dipper began there, in that small town surrounded by trees and teeming with mystery.

Thinking she heard a rustling in the bushes behind her, she whipped her head around, only to find nothing. No one. She was alone, it would seem. She’d always been alone, ever since she and Dipper had gone off to college separately. She’d stayed in California. He’d gone off to some tech college or other on the east coast, and was having better luck with guys than she was.

Dipper had a boyfriend. He loved his boyfriend. He’d told her so just a few nights prior. Mabel had fought to keep her voice even, pretended to hear her roommate calling her from the living room, and promptly hung up. Her roommates weren’t even home.

Mabel had sobbed into her pillow until her eyelids were raw.

Candy and Grenda weren’t in town. They were coming home for the summer at some point, but not yet. Mabel had just needed to get out. She loved Santa Cruz, but she needed to get out.

Just for the summer. Just for awhile. Just to purge herself of her feelings for Dipper so she could finally, finally move on.

But first, she needed to cry. She needed a place to cry. So she got on her bike and, with one last look at the setting sun reflecting off the still water of the lake, Mabel rode off in the direction of the Shack.

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The sky was a bit darker by the time she got to the Shack, resting her bike against the porch and walking off into the trees, fallen leaves and grass crunching beneath her sneakers. It wasn’t terribly dark outside, since it was only, like, six-ish, but the trees shielded some of the sunlight, and Mabel was grateful she’d thought to shove a flashlight in her backpack before she left. She doubted she’d need it, but hey. The night was young.

She trudged through the forest, stepping over fallen branches before finding a clearing that felt… familiar. She couldn’t put her finger on it, but it felt as if she’d been there before. It was as good a place as any, she supposed.

Mabel took off her backpack, leaned against a tree trunk, and slid down to sit on the leaves. She unzipped the front pocket of her backpack and pulled out her wallet (Hello Kitty with a whole bunch of lace and rhinestones expertly glued on by yours truly). Opening it, she stared at the picture she had of her and Dipper, grinning in front of the Mystery Shack on their thirteenth birthday.

It had been better then. Simpler. Everything was simpler before she fell in love with him.

If Mabel closed her eyes, she became fifteen again. Young and stupid and so, so naïve. It was like everything had changed overnight. One day, she looked at Dipper, and her feelings were completely platonic, as far as she was aware. The next, they were anything but.

She’d nearly broken down when they were sixteen. She was sitting with him on the roof of their house on a Saturday night, looking out at the lights of the city. They blocked out most of the stars, but the moon was still bright.

She made a joke, and when he laughed, she looked over at him, and he was just… he was beautiful. There was no other word for it. He was just beautiful. There wasn’t much light, but what light there was illuminated his face as he smiled at her. In that moment, she’d almost lost it. She’d almost told him how she felt. Almost kissed him. She’d been inching closer to him, and it was entirely subconscious. But then, their mom had called for them, and they’d gone back inside.

Two years later, he came out as gay. And Mabel was so, so relieved that she’d never ruined their relationship by telling him she loved him in a way she never should’ve loved him.

But she did, and there was no helping it. She’d fought against it, but in the end, she probably couldn’t have prevented it or avoided it. There was nothing she could’ve done.

Mabel was convinced that she’d been destined to fall in love with Dipper. And maybe, in another life, he could’ve loved her, too. But not this one. Never this one.

She didn’t realize she’d been crying until a tear plopped onto the picture of her and Dipper. Right on Dipper’s stupid thirteen-year-old face, too. She would’ve laughed if she hadn’t been so upset.

“Mabel?” a voice said, not far from where she sat. “Is that you?”

Swiping away her tears as quickly as she could, she looked up.

“Jeff?” It had never occurred to Mabel she’d see any of the gnomes again.

He approached her. His beard was longer, she noticed. “Been awhile,” he observed.

“Seven years,” she agreed with a small nod. “How, uh… how’ve you been?”

He shrugged. “Been better, been worse. I’m not the leader of the gnomes anymore. Haven’t seen ‘em in a long time.”

“Oh, I’m… sorry to hear that,” she said, not feeling sorry in the slightest. Maybe if she seemed disinterested, he’d leave her alone and she could get back to her very important business, which was, of course, crying her eyes out and staring miserably at Dipper’s picture.

“Ah, well. Such is life.” There was silence for a moment, and he spoke again, his tone much snappier than it had been before. “I said, ‘such is life’.”

There was a little “oh!” from the trees behind her, and then a rustling, and then something was put over her head, and she screamed.

The last thing she saw before the cloth fell over her eyes was Jeff’s smirking face.

#gravity falls #gravity falls fanfiction #gf fanfiction #pinecest #dipper gleeful #reverse falls #reverse dipper #fanfiction #fanfic #Mabel’s all-in-one guide to being a shooting star #my writing

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pechadream · 3 years

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Battling With You.

Pairing: Machampshipping (Korrina [15] x Bea [16])

Category: Hurt/Comfort (I guess???), Light angst, Oneshot.

Prompt: Locker room confessions.

Word count: 1677

Author's note: @bastartjack gave me this idea so I'm writing this instead of sleeping, I also have not written fanfictions in like, possibly a year, so take that as you will-

Anyways,

Enjoy!

Bea grumbled as she entered the empty locker room after being defeated yet again by Raihan and Leon. This time Korrina, her friend all the way from kalos who joined her in battle, had to watch her be humiliated in front of so many people.

Bea grabbed her bag and searched for her phone, hoping she could just leave before the tournament ends so she could train more to get her mind off it, and also so she doesn't have to face any interviewers, she was great when it came to putting on a straight face and not showing her emotions to them, but she didn't know if she could do that in front of Korrina... Her friend...

She let out a soft amused laugh thinking of that. 'Friend'. Oh who was she kidding. She knew she felt more than that towards Korrina, she just couldn't face the truth. She felt scared, for once, that Korrina won't feel the same way or just wouldn't accept her sexuality all together... She couldn't lose her friend over something over something as stupid as a little crush, she won't let that happen. Besides, what if Korrina does accept, what then? What would the public do... Would their titles be ruined as gym leaders? What if-

"Bea! Oh thank arceus that I found you! I was looking for you!"

Bea jolted, almost dropping her bag from the sudden noise, and looked over to see Korrina skating over. Korrina noticed after getting closer that something was wrong. "Are you okay? Your face is red, and your eyes are teary..." Crap. How did she not notice she was tearing up. "I-I'm okay, I just..." Bea tried to find the right words and quickly looked away, wiping the tears away as fast as she could.

Korrina's face softened to a small comforting smile as she held Bea's hand. "Hey... Wanna talk about it...? Is it about the match...?". Bea bit her lip and shook her head, then looked at Korrina. "It’s not about th... well... I-I mean I guess it kinda is? I don't know...".

Korrina led Bea to a bench and sat them both down. "Did I do something wrong, Bea?" "W- nononono! You didn't! 's just... how do I say this..." Bea mumbled to herself and started thinking about what to say. Or if she should even confess.

‘I might as well just get this over with.’

Bea let out a sigh as Korrina just sat there and watched silently. Bea waited a few seconds before she softly spoke up.

"I... I'm not really good with stuff like... this... so just... let me explain... can you... can you just... Promise to not be mad at me..." Bea couldn't even look at Korrina in the eyes, she just stared at the floor. "I promise." Korrina held Bea's hands and watched as Bea started to speak up.

"I... I know I made us lose out there... and I'm sorry.".

Korrina stared at Bea with a blank expression, "Bea, you didn't make us lose... they're just really strong trainers, Bea! You did great out there..." Korrina stated firmly.

"N-No I just... Please... Let me finish...." Bea took a deep breath and continued. "'S just... there's been something on my mind... y-you see... I'm not... 'good'... with people. Never have been. So, naturally, I'm not good at multi battles either... Except with you... You're different. For those battles we won it felt... Amazing... We did lose at the end, and that was awful, don’t get me wrong!... But at the same time, being able to battle with you... It feels so right and... Comfortable."

Bea's voice started getting back to her normal tone, starting to feel much more confident than before. She looked at Korrina, and god... She was beautiful... A light pink blush dusted her cheeks and ears, with her soft golden hair out of the ponytail she normally keeps it in. her mouth in a soft smile as her eyes sparkle while she listens to Bea.

"I guess... What I'm trying to say is... I.. I love you, Korrina..." Bea finished, feeling much better than before. Korrina's smile grew bigger as she took a few seconds to process what Bea said. Bea also processed what she had said and quickly looked away; her face more flushed than it had ever been in her entire life. Bea started to panic, thoughts rushing through her head.

'Oh arceus! Why did I say that!? What if she doesn't feel the same way?! WHY DID I SAY THAT!?! WHAT IF SHE HATES ME!? WHAT IF-'

Korrina softly cupped Bea's cheek with one hand and turned Bea's head so she looked at her, snapping Bea out of her train of thought, after a few seconds Korrina smiled and spoke; "I love you too, Bea...". Bea couldn't believe what was happening, Korrina loves her... Korrina loves her!

Bea started to tear up, unlike last time, these were tears of joy. "Huh- Bea...? Are you okay?" Korrina asked softly, wiping Bea's tears away. "Y-Yeah... 'm okay, I-I just... I'm so happy you feel the same way..." Bea let out a choked sob that was mixed with a laugh.

"I... To be honest... I thought... You might've just not wanted to be friends anymore... Or you would be disgusted by me..." Bea confessed, her voice was low and hoarse. "Wh- Bea I would never!" Korrina exclaimed, obviously not expecting Bea to say something like that. "Even if I didn't feel the same way I wouldn't be 'disgusted', it would maybe possibly be slightly awkward for a few days, but I wouldn't hate you!". "Well I d- well I knew you wouldn't- Argh! I don't know what I was thinking, okay?"

"Okay, okay! Well it's not like you have to worry anymore since I feel the same way anyways, right?" Korrina smiled at Bea and held her hands close.

"Right..."

"So uh... Are... Are we a 'thing' now? O-Or are we supposed to have like.. A date or something? I've never actually done this before...". Bea was totally red in the face by now, but she could care less, all she could focus on was the beautiful girl that's in front of her.

Korrina laughed softly, "How about you pick me up tomorrow at five? I heard there's a festival at turffield! They might even have roller skating there as well! I can teach you!" Korrina suggested with a big grin on her face. "Sounds perfect... We should probably go shower since there's sand in our hair though." Bea brushed some sand out of Korrina's hair with her hand. "Oh- Right!" Korrina stood up and went to the showers, leaving Bea behind in the locker room.

Bea quickly grabbed her phone and cleared tomorrow’s schedule, postponing the interviews she might've had, and not taking over the gym that day, she reminded herself that she'll have to apologize to Allister for that one... She quickly shook off that thought and went to go shower.

In the shower she kept thinking of what to do; ‘What am I gonna wear?' 'Should I bring her a gift?' 'Maybe I can ask Milo for some help getting the flowers!' 'Wait does she even like flowers-' 'Oh arceus what if she's allergic?' 'What if she hates flowers!?' 'WHAT IF SHE'S ALLERGIC A N D HATES FLOWERS-'. And other normal calm stuff like that.

She dried off after a good ol' panic in the shower and got out, after Bea got dried off and dressed she went out back to the locker room and saw a clean, visibly tired, Korrina waiting at the bench where they were at before. Bea walked over and sat down next to her. "Hey", Bea said in a soft voice. Korrina gave a tired smile "Hi...". Korrina just naturally cuddled against Bea and nuzzled her face into the crook of her neck. Bea tensed up a bit. "Korrina someone might see..." Bea mumbled.

Korrina lazily looked up at Bea. "it... it's fine... they're all still battling... just a few minutes... please? I’m really tired..." Bea stared for a few seconds then sighed. "Fine... just a few minutes.". "woooo...!" Korrina let out tired giggles and started falling asleep. Bea rested her head against Korrina's and closed her eyes.

'Just a few minutes won't hurt...'.

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"Mmmhn..." Bea grumbled as she woke up, Korrina still resting against her. All the lights were out, and there was something heavy on her. She grabbed her phone and turned it on, being blinded by the light for a few seconds. "... Oh, you've got to be kidding me." She muttered under her breath as she stared at the screen,

It was ten pm. five hours later than when they first fell asleep.

Bea softly groaned in annoyance, then looked at what that heavy thing was on her and Korrina.

Leon's obnoxious cape.

"Oh, you've g o t to be kidding me!" Bea repeated, whisper yelling this time. Great! Now the former champion, who is also her new boss, AND her coworker know about her and Korrina. And it just had to be Raihan out of all of them! It just had to! Well, it's not like Raihan would just out her, he's not like that.

But when she eventually does come out, oh boy... He's going to have a field day with that one. Just like how he did with Gordie and Milo. How does he even get in these situations so often!? Oh god there's also that gym leader meeting coming up-- Oh whatever, she has other things to worry about.

Bea stared at her phone for a few seconds, then looked at Korrina, she bit her lip and paused, thinking about it for a few seconds, then softly spoke.

"Rotom? Set an alarm for six am."

After checking if it was set and going through her notifications, possibly also sending a vaguely threatening text to Raihan, she laid down on the bench with Korrina next to her.

Slowly falling asleep once again, with Korrina in her arms.

#My writing #Pokemon bea #Gym leader bea #Pokemon korrina #Gym leader korrina #Ship fic #Machampshipping #Pokemon swsh #Pokemon #Korrina is just making bea a flustered mess 😔#it's been awhile since I've actually seen korrina in game-#so she might actually be out of character--#o o p-#bea acts all serious then korrina just walks in like 'h ey' and bea just melts #that's it #that's the dynamic #and I love it-#Bea might have a bit of anxiety as well-#who knows at this point-

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powermaknae · 4 years

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Highway to Heaven

Boyfriend! Doyoung x Reader

After studying for days on end, you and Doyoung decide to take a road trip for the weekend.

~College! Au, fluuuuff

Word Count: 1.4K~

A/N: I feel like I’ve been writing a lot of intense, dramatic stuff lately, so have a nice relaxing easy going smol Doyoung fluff. I am also fully aware that Doyoung is not a sub, even though he is fluffy and cute on the outside, he is definitely NOT a sub. But anyway, he’s gonna be fluffy here because I really should expand from just Yuta and Johnny :} Also, I keep using song names because I am very uncreative, so woooo.

Also, sorry this took so long to put out, I had my wisdom teeth taken out and have been pretty much asleep all week.

The air outside the window radiated with the heat of the desert. It clung to your skin as a whirl of wind seeping from the open roof caused strands of hair to fly around your face. You had a collection of classic rock CDs packed away in the glove compartment of Doyoung’s white Jeep, but you had only been listening to Pink Floyd’s “The Wall” album since you cleared the mountains.

You leaned your elbow against the sill of the passenger window, glancing over at your boyfriend. He had one hand at 11 o’clock and the other loosely draped on the gear shift. His attention was fixed on the two-lane road ahead. His jet-black hair was just as much a mess as yours.

When he caught you staring, he gave you a smirk, stating in a calm manner, “Aren’t you glad we did this?”

You just smile and turn your gaze to the horizon. The red of the dust brightened all of the other colors of the landscape. Everything seemed so vivid out here, much different than the dull life you were used to.

You and Doyoung attended university in Colorado. You are both very much workaholics and barely spend any time doing anything but study. He was studying to be a teacher, he had always loved little kids, the way they learn and process so much information. You, on the other hand, were working towards a degree in clinical psychology to eventually become a therapist.

The two of you had been having problems, lately. Doyoung was out student teaching all the time, always writing lesson plans or grading assignments and you had several big exams and practicals coming up that you absolutely could not fail. You had been so busy, you were starting to grow detached.

That’s when Doyoung suggested you go on a weekend roadtrip, just the two of you, and drive down to the beach in California. He always seemed to know when you needed a break and he knew how much you loved the beach.

So the two of you packed up your backpacks with a change of clothes and a swim suit, grabbed a bunch of blankets and snacks and off you went.

The best part so far was the view. The reds mixed perfectly with the blue sky. Colorado was beautiful, but this was magical.

“Can you see if there’s a place to stop soon? I think we’re runner low on gas and I could use some coffee.” You grabbed the map from the cup holder in your door.

“There’s one in about 17 miles.” “Great.”

***

By the time you had reached the parking lot along the sand, you had collected several empty chip bags and slushy cups. The meticulously organized backseat was much less tidy caused by the need for a pillow that happened to lay under the pile of other materials.

The midmorning air was not nearly so hot as the desert’s, the breeze flowing through the salty sky was refreshing. You could hear the carnival displayed along the board walk, life roaring from the crowd as you hopped out of the Jeep with your sun hat and sunglasses on. The sand crunch under your sandals as you shifted towards your adventure.

You felt a quick tug on the back of your shorts as Doyoung hooked a finger around your belt loop, keeping you from wondering away.

“Wait for me.” The Jeep beeped behind you as he wrapped an arm around your waist.

The carnival had games, food, even rides. You were like a kid again, cotton candy coating your index finger and thumb. Doyoung was simply enjoying the expression of pure excitement every time you saw something you wanted to do, gladly paying to replicate it.

You made it to the other side of the fun, to where the peer jutted out over the waves. The sun reflected its warmth off the surface of the water, beaming with every ray. The sound of the waves crashing under you was soothing as you rested your arms along the wood railing in front of you.

Doyoung appeared in your peripheral vision, following your action. He pulled his phone from his back pocket and held it in landscape mode, looking across the vast horizon. Then he turned it towards you. Doyoung was naturally good at photography, always pulling out a camera to take a selfie.

You tilt your head to the side as he points it at you, trying not to pay him any attention. The view was too precious for you to be distracted by modern technology.

“This is so much better than the mountains,” you sigh in a relaxed manner. Doyoung wrapped an arm around your shoulder, placing his phone back in his pocket and leaning his head against yours as you observed the wide, open space.

His embrace was comfortable, warm, safe. He was everything you needed. You relaxed into his touch and felt yourself melt, ever so slightly. You closed your eyes to listen. You could make out the faint sound of a heartbeat behind his chest, accompanied by the water against the wooden poles.

Your attention was whisked away by the sudden sound of children, maybe teenagers or tweens, splashing along the shore. You lifted your head slightly to look to the side, following the water line.

“Do you wanna go down to the water?” His voice was just loud enough for you to hear. He always seemed to read your every thought. You nodded as you placed your ear more firmly to his chest, holding your wrist in your hand behind his back. You were so grateful to have such a great love.

***

Doyoung had now shed his denim jacket and replaced his jeans with a pair of floral swim trunks, his neat white t-shirt hanging low over the waist band.

You had completely metamorphosized into an elegant black one-piece swimsuit with an open back and straps that tied around your neck. Doyoung had bought it for you when you went on a trip with his family to Miami. You only ever wore it on special occasions like this.

As soon as you were close enough to see the shoreline, your shoes were off and you were running into the water. Doyoung trailed behind carrying the towels, marveling at your child-like behavior. The bright, gummy smile you wore was enough to make his heart sing.

The water was cool as it flowed around your ankles, spreading sand in between your toes. The juxtaposition of the warmth of the sun and the cool of the sea was perfect. You took a few more steps out, wanting to feel the salt water against more of your skin.

Doyoung watched from his seat in the sand, as you waded out to where the water touched your knees. You turned around, leaving your back to the horizon, waiving an arm to coax your boyfriend closer.

He eventually arose from his position, teasingly walking towards the water line. When he was close enough, you scooped up a handful of salt water and attempted to splash him. He really admired this childish side he so rarely saw.

At that, he ran in after you, sweeping you off your feet and carrying you farther out to where the water was up to both your hips.

You turn to face him, as he ran his fingers through his shiny hair. You pull him closer, wrapping your arms around his neck. He instinctively holds you by your waist, never willing to let you go.

You share a kiss, not hot or messy, just a nice wholesome kiss that will stay in your mind forever.

#nct x reader #nct fanfic #nct doyoung #nct fluff #doyoung #doyoung fluff #roadtrip #im so so so sorry #highway to heaven #wholesome time #doyoung is a sugar daddy #dont at me #going to the beach

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nisaadventures · 2 years

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I’ve been in the process of purging and cleaning around the house. A yard sale is as good a time as ever to start cleaning spaces you haven’t looked at in a while and sifting through the things that have been lying around. Buuut of course when many of the things you are sifting through remind you of your deceased loved ones in some way, shape, or form things tend to get a bit more complicated.

Some people are surprised that I have stayed in my home all this time. I can imagine their curiosity and surprise. It has always been both difficult and comforting being home. At first the quiet was disturbing, then the whole of it was very overwhelming.

The responsibility was a lot to take in, is a lot. It all has had its little victories. Stories and triumphs, independence and figuring it all out. Definitely not how I would have chose figuring out being a “homeowner.” Especially for a home that I don’t technically own (lol), but you live and learn. Thank you to everyone who has helped and all the people who continue to help. Life is really about who you know and that has never been MORE true than these last few years.

Everyone needs a village.

So as you can imagine, in cleaning I have found or re-discovered familiar things, photos, books, etc.

I’m the type of person that will procrastinate, but when I’m motivated and get in a groove its hard to stop me. I’ll be cleaning and then 6 hours later... oh snap look at the time... but its always really rewarding how much gets done!

So anyways, as I’m going through, hours and days of cleaning, I find photos and things here and there... sentimental things... but since I’m in a groove I know better and put those things off to the side. It will slow me down if I go through those things too long, that is not yard sale material, off to the side it goes. But just like the mind, those objects don’t go away. They will linger like the thoughts and feelings we put away and don’t address.

Its like prepping for this yard sale is a physical manifestation of what I’ve been doing with my emotions from going through all this stuff!

How freaking annoying is that?! Well, not annoying. Similar to unpacking my emotions and grief, unpacking cluttered areas of my house is both sad and a relief. I’m excited to finally clean some spaces that have been neglected. Sad to see some things that very much remind me of them go. But sentiment and value is subjective. I don’t need to hold onto a bunch of things that might remind me of them when I have other things I will hold onto that mean more to me personally.

Quality over quantity.

Research has shown that clutter can cause unconscious stress. I think some people are more tolerable of it than others of us - my type A personalities, you know who you are ;) So the house being tore up a bit in prep or organization for this weekend is driving me a little cray... woooo saw... Not much longer... It will get better.

A few days later....

The first day of the garage sale is done. It was overwhelmingly busy, which I would consider a good thing. I think I only got to go pee like three times all day and I haven’t eaten.

Honestly, it didn’t hit me until it was done... It was like a slap in the face... all of the things and them that I had let go of. I in no way wanted to keep anything because they are simply material... the things I let go of today had little sentimental value to me, but the fact that they once belonged to someone I love... that they deeply remind me of a loved one who I miss soooo sooo muchl.. that was hard... It hit hard... I’m still crying...

And I have to do it all again tomorrow... Yard sales suck lol. They’re good because you get rid of so much if you’re so willing, but they suck because they’re so damn time consuming....

This was a rough weekend. for me... Its only Saturday and I’m exhausted...

Send help....

I’m still crying.. but I’m gonna go do this thing. Hopefully a lot of people show tomorrow because getting rid of more things is a good thing. I’ll be fine. Its initial shock and pain. I’ll survive.

That’s enough for my rambling. Have a great weekend!

In my honest opinion, weigh how much things mean to you. Sometimes material isn’t worth it and its better to get rid of. Sometimes things are very sentimental and though they mean very little to someone else, they may mean a whole hell of a lot to you. Never get rid of things when you aren’t ready. I was ready. Its been 3+ years. Everyone works in their own time. I may have been ready sooner had the opportunity presented itself... But here I am and I had the time. I’m ready.

Grief is funny. It will forever have its nuances. I’ve long accepted that it will hit in its own ways and at its varying degrees of difficulty.

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julia-highstorms · 4 years

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Lullaby (Tyril x Luxia (F!ElfMC))

Author’s note: Woooo BOLAS is coming back on Wednesday and I'm so excited! 😆 So here's a bit more of Tyril and Luxia closure and fluffiness ❤️

Disclaimer: Characters belong to Pixelberry Studios.

Rating: PG-13

Pairing: Tyril x F!ElfMC (Luxia)

Word count: +1.4K

It was the third night in a row that Luxia couldn't sleep. It didn't help that Mal snored too loud either. Giving up, the young elf patted around until she found what she was looking for and stood up.

She took a look around herself, her companions fast asleep, but one. As expected, there was no sign of Tyril. It was his round to watch.

Luxia just walked a bit far away, towards the lake they found that afternoon, far enough to not be heard, but close enough to run back to their camp in case something went wrong.

She sat down on the soft grass, and took a deep calming breath and her fingers started dancing on the strings, playing a gentle sad song.

Whenever she had trouble to go to sleep, Kade would play this lullaby to her. It had been like that since she could remember.

She missed Kade so much.

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Tyril had just secured the area around their camp, preventing it from any possible attackers, when he noticed the empty space where Luxia was supposed to be sleeping with the others. He gently woke Imtura up and asked her to watch while he searched for the missing elf.

Just a few steps away going south from the camp, he heard a soft melancholic melody. The elf was blindly guided through the thick forest, following the source of that sound.

He found the short elf sitting by herself, just by the side of a lake. She was the one playing it. He patiently waited Luxia to finish her song before approaching.

"You should be resting." - Luxia startled to the sudden voice surging behind her, immediately throwing her brother's lute. She looked over her shoulder, heart pounding.

"Tyril! You scared me."

"I'm sorry. I thought a warrior like you would be ready for anything. Especially an elf warrior."

Luxia wasn't sure if Tyril was being serious or if he was mocking her. His expression was indecipherable as always. But she caught the glimpse of a smirk.

"Anyway, I am resting." - she said stubbornly, picking the lute up from the floor.

"I meant sleeping. We're going into Deadwood tomorrow and we'll need all our focus while in there." - he stopped by her side. The tall elf watched a frown forming on Luxia's delicate features.

"I know. But I can't sleep." - she pouted, her long fingers caressing the instrument chords.

"I wasn't aware of this instrument before."

"Oh, this? This is Kade's. I've been taking care of it until we… you know."

"And I didn't know you played as well." - she giggled and Tyril thought that her laughter was the loveliest sound he had ever heard. Even more lovely than the lullaby she played.

"When I was young I used to have trouble sleeping, so Kade used to play lullabies to me. This one's my favorite, so he taught me how to play it. But I only know how to play a little; he's the musical genius of the family. I am a much better dancer." - Tyril noticed a fond smile forming on the short elf's lips.

"It's a lovely song." - he murmured.

Her emerald eyes stared back at him, searching for his eyes in the dark.

"Did you hear it?" - she asked. Tyril fought a smile back to her childish excitement.

She was as beautiful as the moon above them.

"Just the last part of it."

A gracious smile spread on Luxia's face and Tyril thought to himself that he would like to see her smiling more often.

He had noticed that the young elf, although good humored, also would get deep in thought, her delicate and pretty features twisting in a worried frown, probably thinking about her brother.

"Let me play it for you, then! This is like, the only song I can play fairly well." - she giggled excitedly.

Tyril sat down next to her as Luxia took a deep breath, focusing, and she started the first chords.

While she played it, he took the time to admire her underneath the moonlight. She had her eyes closed, her lilac skin illuminated by the moonlight, the lute in her arms. So calm. So beautiful.

She opened her eyes as the song finished again, and caught the other elf smiling at her. Luxia felt her cheeks getting slightly hot.

"So? Any thoughts?"

"It's indeed a beautiful song. It's fascinating how such a beautiful melody can come from just a few strings."

Luxia smiled broadly.

"Yes! I love music. How it touches your soul, you know? We can express our feelings through music." - he noticed her emerald eyes staring curiously at him. - "Do you play, Tyril?"

"Unfortunately, I don't have the gift."

"Don't be dramatic, I'm sure you can play this one. It's simpler than it seems. But you have to have discipline to train everyday. This is why I'm not a fine player; I couldn't stay focused for too long." - she flashed him a childish, bashful smile. - "But you're much more the focused type than me, I'm sure you'll be playing like a pro in minutes!"

Tyril couldn't hold back a grin to Luxia's liveliness. She was always so bubbly, despite everything. He wished he was a bit more like her.

"I guess, we could try… if you're willing to try to teach me." - he said, inspired by her enthusiasm.

Luxia's face all lighted up and she promptly put the musical instrument into his arms.

"Okay, so you have to hold it like this, close to your chest. Perfect." - she started explaining him, her smaller, softer hand guiding his above the old instrument, as she told him where to place his fingers.

But Tyril seemed unable to pay any attention to it when all his focus was placed on somewhere else... On her face. On the warmth and softness of her hand on his. On the melody of her voice. On her delicious smell. On her.

"Are you even listening to me?" - Luxia asked, finally turning to face him, their eyes locking instantly.

His deep blue eyes shined as bright as the moon above them, full of curiosity, and something else… yearning?

"Tyril..." - she murmured, letting herself get lost into his eyes and infinite beauty. His eyes glanced to her lips. Tyril had already noticed that he enjoyed the way she pronounced his name, as if the words danced in her mouth. - "Are you okay…?" - she asked softly, feeling her cheeks getting hotter. He'd never been that close to her. She could even feel his warmth radiating from his body.

"Yes." - his response came out as a growl, and Luxia's heart flipped inside her chest, noticing his eyes darkening a little. There seemed to have some kind of… hunger in him. Lust.

She felt her heartbeat speeding up as Tyril's hands gently took hers in his, warm and a bit calloused. She was so entranced by him.

None of them said nothing; there was nothing to be said either. The silence spoke for them. They both leaned a bit closer, as if magnetism pulled them, their eyes gazing into each other's mouth--

"LUXIA! TYRIL!" - they suddenly heard Mal's voice, a few feet away, snapping them out of their trance. - "WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?!"

Luxia watched as Tyril's face turned deep purple.

"I'm sorry, Luxia." - he promptly stood up.

"There's no need to say sorry--"

"We should go back to the camp. We're entering Deadwood tomorrow and we should be at our finest. We shall get some sleep." - the words left his mouth in a hurry, the tall elf still blushing violently.

And before Luxia could say anything else, he turned and walked back to their camp, his tall and dark figure disappearing into the trees.

Luxia rose up from the floor, the lute hanging in her hands, still processing all that had just happened.

She and Tyril… she and Tyril...

And then, she giggled to herself. She and Tyril had almost kissed. Kissed! She was sure of it. So sure of it

The short elf turned her face up, gazing to the full moon illuminating her and all of Deadwood's border. A cheeky smile spread through her face.

That little moment with Tyril had her spirits lifted. She knew things would get fluider between them soon. And she was so excited and ready for it. She's been whipped by that elf since she had laid her eyes on him.

She couldn't wait to get to know more and more about Tyril Starfury.

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