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alwritey-aphrodite · 7 months

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That’s My Whole World

Chapter 8 of There’s Nothing Like This

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Jamie Tartt x fem!footballer!reader

Warnings: angst, discussions of injury, vague depression thoughts

Word Count: 2.7k

Author’s Note: here she is, the final chapter!! Thank you for all the love on this series, and I’d be happy to write an epilogue or any other little drabbles anyone would like to request <3

Life doesn’t change in any dramatic way after you kiss Jamie. Really, it’s a little shocking how normal everything is. The two of you still spend almost every night together, parked on one of your couches in front of the TV while snacking or eating dinner, and the only difference is that now, you sit closer and you cuddle and you kiss him goodbye. Otherwise, everything’s the same as it has been.

Training is even more grueling than usual with your final game of the season against Arsenal on Saturday. If you lose this game, you come in second and everything you worked for this season would mean nothing. Even though coming in second place your first year in the league is astounding, you need to win, need to prove to everyone that you’re able to play with the big dogs, that you’re just as worthy of praise as the men.

Most nights when you come home, your mind and your body ache, sore all over and running in circles creating every possible scenario for Saturday. Jamie, though, has always been there when you’ve gotten home, no matter how late it was, and he always had warm food and would let you cry and rant and complain to him as long as you’d like.

Even though the end of the men’s season is right around the corner as well, there’s essentially no plausible way for them to lose, as they’ve been on top for the entire season, with even Man City trailing quite a few points behind. Your team, though, has been neck and neck with Arsenal for the entirety of the season, with the two of you switching between first and second place practically every week.

For now, though, you’re winning, and you’d like to keep it that way.

Jamie, despite his own stress about the upcoming end of the season, has never been anything but wonderful and reassuring, spending hours telling you that you have nothing to worry about and gently scolding you for working so hard and putting so much stress on yourself. It’s difficult to balance your intensity during training, and even though you know you need to be in the best shape possible with working muscles when Saturday rolls around, you also know you need to push yourself in training to get yourself to be as great as you know you can be.

Most evenings are spent with you icing your feet and your ankles and sometimes your knees, with Jamie gently rubbing the tension out of your shoulders. He never says it, but you know he thinks you’re pushing yourself too hard, but you can’t stop now. You’ve made it this far, what’s the point in slowing down when you’re so close to the top?

When Saturday morning rolls around, you’re sore and more anxious than you’ve ever been, feeling nauseous and unable to eat. Still, you manage to choke down some food because you know you need to eat, know that if you skip breakfast you’ll just feel worse when you get to Nelson Road. You take a steaming hot shower in the hopes of relaxing your muscles as much as possible, and by the time you’ve dried off and packed your bag, Mackie’s waiting in your driveway.

Silently thanking the universe for her perfect timing, you climb into the passenger’s seat to be greeted by the playlist you had made years ago to hype yourself up before your first game on the national team, even though you both sat on the bench the entire time. Just hearing the songs, remembering how far you’ve come, was enough to momentarily replace your ceaseless anxiety with pure joy, allowing you to simply enjoy a car ride with your best friend and turn off your worrying mind for a few minutes.

Pulling up to the Dog Track, though, it all comes rushing back and you’re an anxious mess, walking on autopilot to the dressing room and trying to ignore all the reports that call out to you in the parking lot. Inside, it’s noisy and bustling, the players and coaches scurrying through the dressing room with Keeley and Rebecca popping in every few minutes to “check on the state of everyone”.

All in all, it serves to make you more jittery, but it’s reassuring to know that everyone’s feeling much the same as you are. Changing into your kit, you take a moment to thank the universe for everything that’s happened to you, the good and the bad, because without that injury, you might not be here with a Richmond on your chest and a 9 on your back.

As Elena fixes your hair, making sure it’s slick and secure the same way she always does, the coaches stand at the front of the room with Keeley and Rebecca, clearly getting ready for their pregame speech. Instead of one of the coaches, though, Keeley steps forward.

“I just wanted to thank you guys for everything, for your hard work and dedication and positivity, even when it wasn’t easy,” she smiles at you, even though her eyes shimmer with tears, “and whatever happens out there, I’m proud of you.”

The room erupts into murmurs of agreement, shouting out your love for Keeley as she steps back by Rebecca, who wraps an arm around her shoulder and squeezes gently.

“Let’s go fucking crush them!” Roy adds, and the room explodes into noise, the team huddling up for the final time of the season.

Heading out onto the pitch, it’s shockingly loud and the stands are completely full, but they’re full of Richmond blue and red. Near the pitch you recognize the three men from the pub, all decked out in Richmond gear, even with their faces painted. It’s not hard to find the men’s team, either, who are all covered in Richmond swag as well, and you try not to grin when Jamie blows you a kiss. Mackie notices, and blows one back to him.

The energy is electric, and for the first time all day, you’re thinking that maybe you can win this.

In the final few minutes of the game, your hard work and hope are so close to being paid off, with a two-two tie and a clear path to the goal, you make a break for it, receiving a perfect pass from Mackie and closing in on the undefended goal when suddenly everything stops. You can’t see, you can’t breathe, and all you can hear is the ringing in your ears.

There are hands all around you, touching and prodding and supporting your head, and it’s not until someone reaches out for your right ankle that your body explodes in pain. It all comes back to you, the vicious tackle from an unseen defender that sent you flying and crashing onto the ground, your entire body weight landing on your bad foot. It feels like the whole foot, your ankle and your leg and your hip have been shattered, and now you’re hyperventilating as the medics rush over, your head placed in Mackie’s lap as she holds you steady.

The crowd is silent, waiting with bated breath to see what happened, to see if you’re alright, but the area around you is full of noise; the clear, direct speech of the medics and the frantic responses of all the players, teammates and rivals alike. Unable to move, unable to sit, unable to breathe, you’re placed on a stretcher and hurried off the field.

Of course it would end like this, in defeat and destruction. You were naive to think anything else would have happened, naive to think you were able to play with the big dogs because all these years later, you’re still just a stupid little girl who can’t stop herself from getting hurt. It doesn’t even hurt anymore, but you can’t tell if that’s from whatever they’ve injected you with or because of the shock and adrenaline coursing through your body.

Instead of taking you to the medic’s room, that warm little room with ice packs and various braces, you’re loaded into an ambulance and taken away from Nelson Road, away from your last chance at doing something great, doing something worth remembering other than getting spectacularly injured.

The last and first thing you see are blindingly bright lights, shining down from on high and you wonder for a second if you’d died, from shame or your injury, until the lights are shut off and your eyes adjust to the bleak hospital room. You’re on your back, foot wrapped like a mummy and elevated above your heart, and everything hurts, your entire body aches and screams in pain, but all you can do is let out a pitiful little moan.

This is your life again, helpless and stuck on your back like a sad classroom turtle, just something to be looked at with varying degrees of pity. You don’t even want to think about how helpless you were last time, how you needed to rely on someone to do everything for you, to cook for you and help you shower and walk you to the bathroom, and even just the thought of being stuck like that again makes bile rise in the back of your throat.

You’re interrupted from your self pity party by a soft knock at the door, and it takes all your effort to turn your head just the slightest bit.

“There are some people who’d like to see you, if you’d be ok with that?” The doctor asks in a gentle voice as if you’re a child. Helpless, helpless, helpless.

“Sure,” you try to say but your lips are cracked and your mouth is dry so you’re not confident any words come out but the doctor understands and leaves to usher someone else inside.

“How’re you feeling?” Mackie asks as she enters the room, and she can’t help but chuckle at the withering look you send her because obviously you’re not doing too great. She’s followed into the room by Elena and Keeley and Rebecca and Roy and Beard and Nate, all of them crowding around your little hospital bed. You can’t help but notice that Jamie isn’t with them, and you hate how it makes your chest ache even more.

“The rest of us are waiting outside,” Elena says, taking in your wandering eyes and knowing just what to say, “they wouldn’t let us all in and we won rock paper scissors.” You think you laugh at that, but you’re not convinced any sound comes out.

“I get to take you home later, take care of you like my little baby,” Mackie says, placing a kiss on your forehead in a rarely tender gesture, “I’m glad you’re alright.”

“Did we win?” You croak, desperate to know the answer while dreading what you might hear.

“3-2,” Roy nods over at Mackie, “this one almost ripped a hole in the net.” You smile at your best friend, despite the resentment and despair that sit deep in your chest. That should’ve been you, scoring a showstopping, game-winning goal, but instead you got a broken foot and endless misery. You want to be happy, but you feel like crying.

You stay that way, for a long, long time. The doctors are unable to determine the scope of your injury, saying that you could be back to playing by the start of next season or you could never play again. You could score the season-winning goal next year or you could never walk normally again. They don’t know, and you refuse to get your hopes up, refuse to think of soccer or the Greyhounds as much as possible.

Mackie, though, is always there, moving herself onto your couch while you wallow in the ground floor guest bedroom, reeking of misery and defeat. The physical pain of your shattered foot is nothing compared to the emptiness in your chest, the disgust you feel over needing someone to take care of you. Mackie doesn’t mind, you know she jumped on the opportunity to be your guardian while you were out, but something painful blooms in your chest every time she brings you food or your meds or asks if you need help getting to the bathroom.

Most of your time is spent crying, the sound of the TV turned up to drown out the noise even though you know Mackie can hear you. You’re just grateful she never says anything, never looks at you with those wide, pitiful eyes and instead she remains her sarcastic, witty self. It’s a nice reminder that not everything has changed, that while your career is most likely over, your life isn’t over.

The Greyhounds come over to visit often, gathering around your bed or sitting on the floor when you’re finally able to make the trip to the living room without gritting your teeth in pain. Rebecca and Keeley send you gifts all the time, pastries and books and snacks you know cost a fortune to ship over from the States, and even the men’s team make sure you know they care, ordering dinner for you or stopping by to chat and vacuum and make sure you’re not going insane with having only Mackie to talk to.

Jamie comes the most, though, relieving Mackie of her babysitting duties as much as he can and as much as you love him, you hate how often he’s around. You hate that he has to see you like this, that he doesn’t mind that you haven’t showered properly in weeks and that you barely brush your hair and that most of the time you’re together, you just sit and cry.

He doesn’t mind at all, though, telling you time and time again that if you want him to leave, he will, but he doesn’t want to go. He’s happy to wipe your tears when you cry and brush out your hair for you, happy to help you to the bathroom or out to your backyard once the weather gets warmer and the doctors say you don’t need to elevate your foot 24/7.

“I just don’t know what I’m supposed to do anymore,” you say for what feels like the thousandth time, voice thick and swiping aggressively at your eyes with the back of your hand.

“You’re gonna play football,” Jamie says, just like he always does, trying his best to be a beacon of light for you.

Even though you tried to believe him before, even though you desperately wanted him to be right before, the start of the season is creeping closer and closer and your foot is still encased in plastic and velcro, you still struggle with walking by yourself and you haven’t even started physical therapy yet. It feels like your heart is physically breaking, but you know you won’t be playing this season.

“Take a season off,” Jamie says, readjusting your position so he can hold you better, “sit on the bench and annoy grandad all year.” You laugh wetly, and you can feel Jamie smiling into your hair, “or maybe you don’t come back and play, but you could coach or find a pundit gig or write books for kids like Leah Williamson.”

“She still plays though,” you counter, knowing you’re being shitty but thinking that maybe in this situation that’s acceptable.

“Your life isn’t over,” he places a kiss to the crown of your head, “we’ll figure it out, yeah?”

And you will. Clearly, with how slowly your foot is healing, you have plenty of time to figure it out, and you know Jamie and Mackie and Elena and all your other friends and teammates will be there with you every step of the way. You could always wait a season, let yourself rest and heal properly, the way you deserve, before stepping back onto the pitch. Or maybe you’ll never step foot on the pitch as a player again, but you could coach or write or do a thousand different jobs that keep you in the soccer world, or you could leave it all behind forever.

Maybe this chapter of your life is over, but a new one’s about to begin and you can’t wait to see what it holds.

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the-horned-witch · 2 months

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Redemption

/Patrick Jane x Reader\

Warnings: 18+, religious symbolism, shameless smut, discussions of guilt, minor mention of injury, reader has a name because I can't stand writing y/n, this was written at 4am and the writing is considerably bad

This story works best if you read it with the song playing in the background, trust me on this one

Wordcount: 1k

Mercy had dialed his number without a single thought. She had been working with the CBI for 3 weeks now, three weeks of torture. The young woman wished that it had started in a place of innocence, but that was far from the truth, the blood of more than one person staining her hands though it had been washed off over and over again. For her, it would've been jail or working with the CBI and the solution had been obvious enough.

It could've been easy, it should've been easy. It almost had, if it wasn't for Patrick Jane. Damn Mentalist. He had seen right trough her on the first day, all easy smiles and polite gestures, but he knew who she was and that knowledge had made her life hell. She had told herself that she didn't need saving, that she should turn her mind off and work, but he made it impossible.

At first it was innocent enough, small remarks about her past, about herself, but what started as banter had quickly grown into familiarity. All her life, she had been overlooked, invisible, but Patrick Jane had looked at her just once and seen her in a way no one else had ever managed to. He had never stopped seeing her, not even when she was trying her hardest to go back to beeing just another face in a world full of them.

Three weeks and she had grown to long for his eyes on her. Three weeks and she had started feeling like Judas, stealing glances at the blonde man whenever she could. He was an angel and she was nothing more than someone so lost that it could be considered beyond saving. She had been given a chance, she couldn't betray it by making it complicated. But she had to.

That was why she had called him, the silence in the line sounding static, if silence could be bothered to sound like anything. She'd said his name, quietly like she was a little girl again, her mind drifting to the nights she had spend preying to a god that had never listened to her. Patrick had listened, he always had. So not an hour later, the doorbell rang it's melody trough the melodic silence of her house.

His hair had been damp, the rain outside taking its tool on it, curling a little more than usual. Mercy had always taken note of things like that, so small they would seem irrelevant to anyone but her. Patrick did too, maybe that was why he had seen the way she hesitated as she closed the door behind the two of them. Maybe it was just that his lips had been on hers a little later.

She thought about pulling back, the feeling almost overwhelming her, not because it was rough and intense, but because it was painfully soft. She knew he had sworn to himself that he would not fall for someone until he had caught Red John, the ring on his right hand a omnipresent reminder, but this didn't have to be love. It was more than that. It was understanding, something that pulled at strings that sat deeper than love could ever be.

And for a moment, just a split second in the endless passing of time, his tounge felt like salvation, absolving her of the sins she had committed long before his hands had ever found the softness of her skin or the silk of her sheets. If giving into this, giving in to him, made her a heretic she would gladly be burned at the stake, if it would grant her just one more minute of the sparks that steadily ignited under her skin as the gentleness of his fingertips made her hiss. She would've loved to lie to herself, but she was already burning with a fire that rivaled each and every circle of hell.

Mercy couldn't afford his kindness though, her own hands clasping at the buttons of his shirt, clawing at each one like a dog that missed his owner, until she had finally managed to pull it off completely, the two of them stumbling onto the bed in a hurry as any layer that kept them from seeing the other fell to the ground.

Her hands had reached any and every place they could, by the time that her head came to rest on the pillows and in another world, they would've taken their time to savor each other properly, but in this one that wasn't possible. In this world, he looked at her, those blue eyes shattering any thought of regret, his expression softening as he gave her time to adjust to the feeling of him inside.

It was ironic, that he was the only one that could make her act like this, force her to drop the walls she had build so many years ago like it was nothing. She couldn't have known that he felt like she did the same thing to him. It wasn't long until Patrick's restraint began to fade though, slow movements turning into rough thrusts quicker than expected.

Not that Mercy minded, her nails dragging themselves down his back with a force that could've made Goliath look like the little boy that David was. He didn't even think about the fact that she'd lost control so much that the scratches on his back had left blood under her nails. Was it not also in the nature of all things soft to have some cruelty to them? He wanted her to lose control, he needed her to let go, needed her to stop the treacherous circle of guilt that had held her captive just like his arms held her now. If he was her redemption, she was his absolution. The apple in the garden of eden, just waiting to be bitten.

Mercy wished deeply that this could last forever, but the night was shorter than she had hoped and the sun broke trough the window right along with the moment that Patrick finally broke, letting himself come to lay beside her, one of his hands finding it's way to her own hand and clasping it. They didn't speak. They couldn't ruin this just yet, so the apologetic looks and sharp words would have to wait until later. For now, they held each other tightly, granting themself a few hours of much needed sleep.

#Spotify #the mentalist #patrick jane #patrick jane x reader

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worriedvision · 1 year

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Breach (part 4) - Alhaitham

(part 3)

Gender neutral reader, you need to know the other parts to understand this one.

Ayaka had confessed her interest in Alhaitham, asking if he could spend time with her to know her on a more intimate level.

Her poor heart was not ready for his abrupt nature.

He points out her flaws that nobody else would have noted, her timidness, questioning what she actually does. He talks about his true intentions - finding his ex - and she couldn't dream of being that person.

"Crying won't change my mind, Lady Ayaka." He finishes, standing up.

"I apologise for making you uncomfortable." She meekly replies, Alhaitham not giving her a reply.

The next morning, you show to work. Thoma is there, but he's not happy. Looking over to see you, he explains that Ayaka refused to leave her room. She was brave enough to ask Alhaitham out, inviting him for tea before voicing her interest, and he must have said some horrible things to her. She wouldn't even speak to anyone, hiding in her covers.

"Let me talk to her." You say, Thoma clearly hesitant to do so. "Given my experience with him, I think I know what happened." Thoma nods, leading you along before showing you the door to her room, leaving you to do this yourself.

"Lady Ayaka? It's me." You softly say, hearing her sniffle. "Can I come in? It'd be much easier to talk in the same room."

You hear footsteps, before she inches the door open. She's got her cover around her, and she's looking very dejected. You get into the room, you sliding the door over and sitting on the bed next to her.

"What happened last night?" You ask, opting to listen.

"I, well..." She trails off. "I suppose I got humbled last night. I confessed my interest in the scribe my brother works with, and he..." Ayaka sobs out, apologising for the sound before continuing. "He told me the truth. He said he was here for his ex, and even if he wasn't I never stood a chance with him." She sighs out, curling further into herself. "He pointed out things I never considered to be a problem. My clothes, the fact I'm shy, my family." She wipes a tear away, breathing. "I'm sorry, it's not very ladylike of me."

"Don't worry about that." You reply, pulling her in for a hug. She doesn't pull away, leaning in. "Between you and me, I know him from Sumeru. He's not easy to get on with, and his roommate can barely stand him." You rub her arm. Hearing her breathing steady out, you continue. "He isn't exactly the best for romantic advice. Don't take anything he says personally."

Ayaka nods, and she thanks you for the talk. You leave the room afterwards, Ayato now there. Looking for Thoma, you hear him scolding Alhaitham.

"_, how has my sister been?" Ayato asks.

"I've talked to Lady Ayaka. I think she may need some time to get ready, but she's feeling better." You explain.

"Thank you." Ayato sighs out of relief. "I knew you were the right person for this."

"I'm not talking to you as a member of staff now, I'm talking as a man." Thoma huffs out, angry that Alhaitham had the audacity to try and downplay how he spoke to Ayaka. "When you reject someone, you don't point out every little thing you dislike about them."

"I was simply reassuring Ayaka-"

"Lady Ayaka."

"-Lady Ayaka that this was out of her control." Alhaitham finishes.

Thoma opens his mouth to speak, but he looks over when he hears Ayato clear his throat. You aren't there, but based on Ayatos expression you managed to cheer up Lady Ayaka.

"You're on thin ice already, scribe." Ayato warns, walking towards Alhaitham. "Nobody gets away with harming my sister like that. Nobody." He whispers, standing up before heading away, Alhaitham following along with Thoma like an obedient dog.

"I think you would get along well with Kaveh." You state, eating with Ayaka at a restaurant. "He is the roommate I told you about. He's much easier to get on with. Would you like to see a picture of him?" You ask, Ayaka nodding before looking over. "Here, I'll give you his address. You can write to him, I know for a fact you'll both get on well."

Ayaka smiles to herself, thanking you for the new connection before taking a bite of her food.

Before you can continue, however, Ayato requests a word with you alone.

"Thoma has told me everything." Ayato states. "He informed me of your relationship with Alhaitham."

Oh god.

"I do not respect the fact you failed to disclose this with neither my sister nor myself."

Oh god.

"I wish you the best."

Oh great.

"I'm afraid I'll have to let you go."

There it is.

"I don't think Ayaka would be able to work with you. She would eventually discover the truth, and I don't wish to burden her with the betrayal that would come with this."

You nod, understanding that nothing would manage to sway his opinion.

"It has been a pleasure working here." You bow, saying your farewells before heading back to Heizous apartment.

He seemed to know of your firing before you did. He celebrated it instead of being sad, however.

He fully treated you - cooking dinner, giving you tricolour dango, taking a walk. You felt like he was going to tell you something, and you were worried he was going to walk you to a boat taking you back to Sumeru.

"So, now that you're jobless, how about tagging along with me?" Heizou asks. "You can be a volunteer scribe, I'll not get told off for late reports, and my paycheck can cover everything." Heizou spells out, turning to you. "How about it? It's not like I'll fire you because of that ex of yours."

"Wait, how do you-?"

"Oh please." Heizou laughs. "It was blatantly obvious. Im surprised nobody else connected the dots. I mean, you came as a scribe from Sumeru, and he comes along after? As well as that, he's made it obvious he's looking for a lover, who would be-"

"No need to keep explaining it, I hear you." You laugh. "Well, as long as I have a roof over my head, I think I'll take that offer." You smile.

Heizou can't stop himself from hugging you, warm smile on his face as he now had someone who would do the work he didn't like very much.

#gender neutral reader #genshin impact imagines #angst #heizou x reader #heizou x gender neutral reader #alhaitham #alhaitham x gender neutral reader #alhaitham x reader #kaveh #Ayaka #ayato #thoma

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writing-funsies · 2 years

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OP characters as besties p.2

p.1 | p.2 | p.3 | p.4 | p.5

characters: Zoro, Chopper, Nami

warnings: none

notes: all platonic hc's

Zoro

you train together

nap together

drink together

and antagonize that perverted cook together

the two of you are always competing to see who's stronger

Zoro wins every time

but you say he actually lost because you're way cooler

how are you cooler?

because you can walk in a straight line and not get lost

a short fight follows your teasing

you two share one brain cell

and somehow he ended up pawning it off to Nami because he owed her money

which means no matter how hard you try

your plans always lack common sense

you jump right into the most drastic option

without a second thought

though, there's hardly ever a first thought

(like Zoro's big plan when facing Mr. 3)

Zoro isn't a particularly friendly-looking person

so when you're walking around on a new island

either everyone approaches you

or you use him for Scary Dog Privileges™

you try to make him carry the things you buy

and sometimes he will

but most of the time he refuses to

if you trick him into carrying your stuff

he's gonna be real angry

which makes him look even scarier

and means you can walk around with no interruptions

he's got your back

and you've got his

7/10

he pushes you to be better, to be stronger

but will 100% get lost and blame it on you

Chopper

if you want to learn about medicine

he will explain it to you in the easiest way to understand

he loves to sleep on your lap

and thinks you're so cool

fusses at you if you train too hard

or if you get seriously injured

doesn't like it if you pull too many pranks on him

(like jumping out of a closet wearing a scary mask)

but will forgive you if you shower him in compliments

if he sees something that he thinks you'll like

he'll get it for you if he can

you two have long talks about his past

he tells you all about living on Drum Island

and Doctorine

and Doctor Hiriluk

when you play hide and seek

he always loses

but if you play tag

he always wins

shares his food with you

possibly the best at being a hype-man

he just compliments you in the sweetest ways without meaning to

like an offhanded remark about how you smell the best

or that he couldn't have imagined a best friend as amazing as you

if you call him a raccoon

at first, he'll be confused

huh, what do you mean y/n? did you hit your head?

but if you continue to refer to him as one

he'll yell at you

I'm a reindeer! a reindeer, damn it!

10/10

reliable and sweet

but won't go with you through a haunted house

Nami

charges you a million berries before letting you take on the title as her best friend

it's a revered position

and she can't have just anyone claiming that spot

she won't charge you any interest on the payment though

(that's the perk of being her bestie)

okay but when you two go shopping together

she always manages to talk down the price

definitely the best person to spend money with

Nami enjoys a more luxurious lifestyle

so expect to be dining and shopping in high-priced areas

your poor wallet would be empty after an hour

Sanji makes you and Nami and Robin only the finest of treats

either the cook is absolutely devastated by how close you are with Nami

or he worships you just as much

Nami doesn't let anyone scam you or harm you

there's no pulling any fast ones over on her

which means you're also immune

she will get annoyed if you contribute to a mess that she has to clean up

but she can't stay mad at you

teaches you about navigation

it's her life's passion

so you pick up a lot of tips and tricks on how to accurately gauge the weather

and how to properly chart a topographical map of islands

you also learn how to take care of the tangerines from her home

she's fiesty

but she does care

so if you get into a spot of trouble

she'll be right there to help you out

8/10

loyal and smart

but will give you a bill at the end of the month for eating her tangerines

#one piece headcanons #one piece #one piece x y/n #one piece imagines #one piece x reader #straw hat pirates #zoro #zoro x reader #roronoa zoro #nami x reader #nami #cat burglar nami #chopper #tony tony chopper

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huazibae · 3 months

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been looking over our pictures and videos and i can't help but think nga best foot forward ka lang sa una. very ma effort. after 1 year, wala na dayon? why? bcos i'm just your lowkey girlfriend nalang? it makes me feel like you're not in love with me anymore. we used to video call all the time, even when i'm studying, even when you're sleeping. what happened? kabalo ka gid bala love nga time lang gid kag effort ginapangayo ko simo. you don't even have to spend money. kasakit lang nga sagay ko hmbal sa imo, himuon mo lg kaisa dayon the day after kalimtan mo na dayon.

tudluan ta pa ka paano? can't you find a way? don't you love me enough to do it? bcos "pag gusto may paraan, pag ayaw maraming dahilan", right? indi time management problem sa imo, it's commitment. if you're really my boyfriend, please act like it. i know you have a life outside this relationship, i know you have you priorities and responsibilities and whatever. pero gin miga mo ko. that should mean something. i'm important, too. and i hate that kinanlan ko pa ihmbal sa imo nga ari ko di para lang madumduman mko.

as a friend, this is my advice:

1. indi ka katawag kung ara si kuya mo sa kwarto mo? then gwa. may tawo gyapon? find a fucking place then. find the time. is a 30 minute undistracted video call too much to ask?

2. when you invite me to do things with you but forget? ibutang sa notes mo, set up a reminder. kesa magtulukay lg ta mag vc, bisan 30 min nalang napangayo ko hu, make it worth it man.

3. love language: quality time. how? hagara ko maglntaw ta movie and actually finish watching it. vc while doing our own thing. play online games. set up a time maka vc ta and talk together, bisan 30 minutes lang. learn to play the games i like bcos i play with you and your friends.

4. pay attention sa mga ginahmbal ko nga gusto ko that way kabalo ka sang ihatag sakon sunod. a bracelet? really? if it isn't obvious to you yet, i'm a sentimental person. bisan bato lg ginhatag mo sakon pero ginhmbal mo nga may significant meaning na, i would've liked it more. there wasn't even an explanation as to why you gave me a bracelet. you just assumed i would like it bcos it's jewelry and i'm a girl, amu na? an example of a gift: maco had plans to give a girl a necklace with a pendant that has a picture of her and her dog. why? bcos she loves that dog and maco knows that. another example: me giving you a wallet bcos you complained yours was old & damaged and you needed a new one. i don't even need a wallet or a necklace. give me a shell and tell me it reminded you of me and i'd keep it forever. it's the THOUGHT that counts. panumduma mn ko.

5. set a time na makastoryahanay ta without any distractions. is that too much to ask? you reply slow and i notice it. bisan mag vc ta ga scroll ka. you're not giving me your 100% undivided attention and it hurts. gaka tempt ko magbalos. how? example: 10 minutes before ka nagreply, okay so ma reply ko sa 30 min after. yes hungdon ko dugayon magreply to see if magkalabot ka, pero wala. another example: ma scroll ka? oki me too. then nd ka pagsapakon sa call.

6. no conversation starters? talk ta sa gab'e and in that day, ilista sa notes mo ang mga natabo sa adlaw mo nga gusto istorya sakon. is 30 min of undistracted talk too much to ask? am i that boring that after every reply masaylo ka dayon sa lain na app until you forget to reply to me? if you're talking to someone and they keep looking at their phone, isn't that rude? indi man sakit nga indi interesado ang ginastorya mo sa imo? ubusa nalng anay tanan mo nga scrolling time kag tanan mo nag ulubrahon. i'm saying okay lang nga ipaulihit mo ko pero tani nd man ko pagkalimti. you spend too much time sa everything else, you forget about me. daw mabalos ko. gamay nalang gid nga push mabalos nako.

7. i do not feel seen. why? do you not feel the cold replies? the slightest changes? are you that oblivious or do you not just care enough? PAY ATTENTION. ask what's wrong with me. ik it's my job to communicate to you how i feel kag nd ka manogpakot, pero tani mn lg ma notice mo that not i'm not okay and care enough to ask. also, kadamo bala sakon gina send sa imo na post tapos isa lang sapakon mo? bisan react nalang tani. huhu. gaka hurt ko na daw wala mo ya gina sapak bisan amu nalang na. yes, ik it's a small thing. yes, oa ko. can you handle it or not?

8. if you care enough, ask about my cycle and also keep track of it. so you'd know when to not piss me off.

9. when you say you'll do things with me or anything related to me, ibutang sa notes mo para indi mo malimtan. example: naghmbal ka mahmbal ka na if ma post ka kpop girls, was that a one time thing lg? from the conversation we had daan abi ko many times mo himuon. MAKE IT CLEAR. yes it's a small thing but doesn't it say something nga nadumduman ko gane pero ikaw wala? CRAZY. another example: the notes i gave you, i thought you were going to open one everyday. scam? nalimtan naman? exactly what the notes/reminders are for. use it.

10. it's also crazy that you keep planning things na himuon ta maglagaw but magkitaay na ta gani mangkuton mo naman ko ano gusto ko himuon. if ginhagad mko, plan the fucking date. and make sure YOU HAVE THE TIME. kasakit paasahon. yes i still can't get over the time na ginpaasa mko. why? bcos you haven't make up for it.

11. you offered to be my "pahuway", then be one for real. when i'm with you, gusto ko ikaw na ang bahala sa akon. i want you to comfort me. i want you to be present. i want you to pay attention. i want you to care. ipabatyag man sakon nga palangga mko. anhon ko na mga i love you mo kung wala ko man gakabatyagan? just bcls you love me doesn't mean i feel it.

12. EFFORT. ATTENTION. TIME. tani wala ka nalang nag super effort sa una, para indi nako sagay reklamo subong. consistency, love. you know that's how i fell in love with you. you shouldn't have set the bar that high. subong kung ano nalang makwa ko simo, bisan bare minimum, g nlg gyapon ah. AT LEAST, diba?

13. take pictures. of me. of us. candid. posed. how? care enough to find out. check the pinterest board we share. yes, this is me asking to do the extra mile.

do i need to call you out everytime you mess up?

as your girlfriend, all i can say is that i don't want us to be over. i don't want our relationship to end. amu na grabe gid pilit ko simo magtadlong. pero even that sounds wrong, bcos if palangga mo gid ko, ngaa kinanlan dal'on ka pa sa pilit? basi indi mo lg gid ko guro amu na ka palangga para mag effort as much as you did before. ano kulang ko love man? ano gid ang wala sa akon love haw? anong sala? ngaa daw nd mo gid ko kaya palanggaon the way i needed to be loved? am i too much? sobra2 gid ginapangayo ko? nakapoy ka na sakon? nakwa mo na tanan na gusto mo sakon? natak'an ka na? indi mo na ko kaya? gusto mo nga mag break na ta? ako gid bala nagpakita sa imo kung ano ang tuod nga pagpalangga? na crush mo gid mn ko sang elementary? importante gid man ko sa imo? nahadlok ka man nga madula ko? do you really care about me? ga stay ka nalang kay naluoy ka sakon? kadamo gid pamangkot sa utok ko love. despite that, nd ko kaya bayaan ka. nd ko kaya nga ako naman mamaya. nd ko kaya nga ako una masuko. so i won't. indi tka pagbayaan. i'm staying. i'll take the risk. bisan sakit. bisan kapoy. kay palangga taka. kay palangga ta gid ka.

i'm sorry if this is too much.

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the-family-cryptid-and-druid · 10 months

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I guess a personal update is in order. Buckle up.

#1, I am still entirely without pain management. I got weaned responsibly by the last doctor I saw (who didn't feel comfy handling me because he didn't know enough about EDS) but that was in may. I am not entirely functional. Not even close to my baseline functionality. I'm exhausted and fucking mad. I spend every week calling pain doctors to see if anyone will take me. Not so far though.

#2, it's been summer break now for 3 weeks and the kids have lost all common fucking sense (like a 10 yr old asking for a brownie because she ate breakfast l... at 10 am. You don't get dessert with every meal. That rule has existed since I moved in and yet...) There is no peace. No quiet. Just constant fucking chatter and noise... which was fine when my pain was in hand but not so much now. Thankfully we still have one week on/one week off so I get breaks.

#3, Luc has just started referring to me as his wife without any sort of hesitation & casually mentioned that while we can't legally get married (thanks US disability laws) he would still like a small commitment ceremony with me. He also occasionally grins at me & says "Omg we're, like, SO married." It's obscenely cute.

#4, the smallest (5) picked up more of my vernacular & mannerisms. Let's hear a story....

One day I was listening to her constant chatter while making a quesadilla she asked for. She snuck over to steal shredded cheese. I turned to her with fake outrage & said "You come into MY kitchen and steal shredded cheese? How VERY dare you! The AUDACITY!" She giggled and shoved cheese into her mouth & we went about our day. Later, however, I came in to see her standing over a fly on the living room floor. Then I hear it. A sweet little voice & a faint buzzing sound. "You come into MY house & die on MY floor? The AUDACITY!" I died. I laughed until I nearly puked. She now says it ALL the time.

It should be noted that this little 5 yr old girl regularly grabs flying insects out of the air to hold and examine them before letting them go. I watched her pick up a spider in her bare hand without hesitation to relocate it. I fear she will be a force to be reckoned with.

5, The Spawn is suddenly speaking to me again. She even came and hung out for a day last time the kids were here. She pet chickens, showed the little one dogs from work while I repaired her work pants, then stayed for a bbq with us. It's been... interesting. I'm just going to have to see how it goes.

There you have it. Life update. Woo.

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crash-cinematic-universe · 2 years

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beautiful

pairing: adrian chase/reader

summary: adrian chase is too good for this world, and you intend to let him know it

tags/warnings: hurt/comfort

notes: yes, lords and ladies, I finally finished writing an actual fic after a 3 million year long, writer’s-block inspired hiatus. i hope you enjoy it. and I hope that i can continue to do more in the future. I appreciate those of you who stuck around even though I was making 0 content 100% of the time. i love you all dearly and i pray that this writer’s block stays away. i might be a little rusty but once i get back into my groove the quality will improve probably

For most of your life, you were never considered particularly desirable. There aren’t a lot of lovable traits about a murderous anti-hero that spends their nights perched on street corners waiting for any signs of conflict. You were almost always injured, constantly littered with open wounds and deep purple bruises. Very few people find being constantly caked in blood and dirt an attractive trait, and when coupled with your aversion to empathy, it became clear that you weren’t exactly a catch. You didn’t care; you had bigger fish to fry. You’d much rather be turning criminals inside out than be stuck in a relationship, platonic or otherwise.

Then, after a twisted chain of events, you found yourself here, in the middle of a black ops team with a bunch of strangers that irritated you endlessly. Harcourt and Murn are so emotionally stunted any attempt at socializing with them would probably yield worse results than trying to make out with a brick wall. Chris and Economos always manage to be on the opposite sides of a very, very annoying spectrum. Adebayo is… pretty cool, actually. She’s always nice to you, even when you’re not very nice back. However, none of them hold a candle to the Vigilante himself, Adrian Chase.

Adrian is beautiful. Like a whirlwind of endearing violence and shitty puns, you found yourself being tangled in his life. He’s hyperactive and talkative— every time he starts one of his long-winded tangents, you worry he’ll die of suffocation. The entire team finds him near insufferable, and they make it painfully obvious that they dislike him. He tries his best to hide it, but you know it hurts his feelings. Maybe that’s why you’re so drawn to him, the unfamiliar sense of empathy (or is it pity?) luring you in like a gnat to a lantern. Instead of a fatal shock, you’re met with a paralyzing warmth (though, it could be argued that there is warmth to be found in lethal electricity).

As wonderfully kind, passionate, and caring Adrian is, there’s also something so profoundly sad about him. A grand sense of hurt lies within those glittering puppy-dog eyes, and it kills you to see it grow as the days go by. While he may deny that he has “regular people feelings” the excuse falls flat every time you catch his gaze during a team meeting. Still, he usually kept his composure and somehow managed to shake it off by the end of the day.

So, when you hear muffled crying coming from the back of the van, you’re inclined to investigate. Your movements are careful and calculated as you approach the van as quietly as possible. A part of you knows who’s inside, and you’d hate to humiliate him further by attracting attention from the rest of the team. Softly, you knock on the metal door.

The sound of hasty shuffling and quiet ‘fuck!’ comes through the barrier as the van door swings open. You’re unsurprised to see Adrian standing above you, face flushed and eyes red. An obviously forced smile is plastered on his face as he greets you.

“Oh, hey!”

“Hey…” you trail off, unsure on how to approach the situation. “Whatcha doin’ back there?”

“Oh, I was just…” Adrian stands there, eyes frantic as he attempts to come up with an excuse. “...smoking weed,”

“What? Adrian, you hate weed. You threatened to shoot multiple people for possession alone,”

“I had a change of heart,” he defended. “Now my favorite hobby is blazing it. I love sitting in the back of our van and chasing the dragon,” his words come out awkward and unsteady.

“You do realize that the phrase ‘chasing the dragon’ refers to heroin, right?” Adrian’s eyes widen. Heroin is much more illegal than weed. Before he had a chance to deepen the hole he dug himself into any further, you cut in.

“Adrian, are you doing okay?” He froze. The faux-grin on his face faltered, and his body tensed. A small twang shot through your heart as you realized he was struggling to maintain his composure. He doesn’t look you in the eyes. He can’t, because he knows if he does, you’re going to see right through him. Somehow, you always seemed to cut through his façade with a single glance.

“For sure! I’m doing totally awesome. I’m 100% fine,” His voice trembled. You didn’t buy it. He didn’t buy it either. Adrian’s hands were balled up into tight fists, his fingernails leaving crescent-shaped indentations on the meaty part of his palms.

You step forward, gently guiding Adrian further back into the van before shutting the door. The isolation seemed to sooth his nerves a bit, but he was still clinging to his happy façade. The two of you sat there in silence for a minute, and you spent the seconds studying his face. He’s written with anguish and hurt, and the fact that he’s trying so hard to hide it feels like a punch to the gut.

“Adrian,” You had to choose your words carefully. Adrian didn’t experience emotions in the same way that most people do, so you had to ensure you wouldn’t scare him off or upset him further. Instead of facing the problem head-on, you decided to let him come to you.

Nonchalantly, you leaned back against the van wall, letting your shoulder brush against his. “How was your day?”

Adrian seemed surprised by the question, but he answered it nonetheless. “It was okay. I’m still sore from getting tossed around like a ragdoll by that gorilla,”

“God, that sucked,” You chuckled. “I always liked Charlie as a kid. I never thought he would betray me like this,”

Adrian paused, his eyes flitting from your face to the floor. “Pretty cool to see Economos with the chainsaw, wasn’t it?”

“Eh,” you shrugged. “It was okay, I guess. It was kind of overkill— and you totally called the whole ‘chainsaw kill’ thing.” Adrian seemed shocked to hear your answer, but judging by the pleased look that flashes across his face, he isn’t upset.

“Peacemaker didn’t think so,” He sighed, and that sullen look returned. “I think he finds me annoying. Harcourt, too. Oh, and definitely Murn and John. Adebayo, maybe…” With a sharp inhale, he holds his breath for a moment. You struggle to meet his gaze as he turns away from you, letting his shoulders slump and his head hang. “The whole team hates me, I think,” Adrian’s voice was thick with tears.

“Adrian, they don’t hate you,” You cooed, gently running your fingers up and down his spine. “They’re all just… emotionally stunted and really mean,”

“I don’t know what I did wrong,” he sobbed openly, hastily moving to bury his face in your shoulder. The sudden burst takes you by surprise, but still, you pulled him close and carded your fingers through his hair in an attempt to give him any and all comfort possible. “I tried so hard to make friends. I tried so hard to—to make myself more… appealing. For my entire life, I always existed as some awkward, scrawny nerd that embarrassed his older brother. I just wanted to have a real group of friends for once,”

“I can see everything they do, y’know. Sometimes it’s easier to play dumb and pretend like I don’t notice that they think it’s a burden to be paired with me on stakeouts. The rock-paper-scissors games, the coin tosses, the drawn straws; they’re all competing and being near me is the punishment. I know they think I’m crazy—that I’m some fucking freak that spends his time following Peacemaker around like a lost puppy. I guess they’re right, though. Gut always told me that I was like a parasite he couldn’t ever manage to shake off,” He cut himself off with a humorless laugh.

“No, no, Adrian, please don’t say that. You’re not a parasite. You’re a great teammate and a better friend,” Adrian was growing more and more overwhelmed by the minute, and you had no idea how to help him. “We don’t deserve you,”

Adrian was trembling violently, his body wracked with sobs. He’d been holding everything in for an incredibly long time, and now it came rushing out all at once. You can tell this is probably the most kindness he’s received in a while. You silently removed his glasses and took his face in your hands, swiping your thumbs under his eyes and wiping away the tear tracks staining his face. His alabaster skin was flushed a soft red and his eyelashes were shimmering with tears. He was beautiful. For some reason, you didn’t realize it until this moment, but regardless, it’s true. He’s the prettiest man you’ve ever seen.

“You didn’t do anything wrong, Adrian. Everyone else is just fucking mean,” You brushed his hair out of his face. “You deserve better friends than them. You deserve to surround yourself with people who make you feel loved and accepted as you are, not a group of near-strangers who make you try to force yourself into a box that’s palatable for them,”

“Who do I have if I don’t have them?” He looks up at you expectantly, desperately, and you respond without really thinking.

“You have me,”

“I do?” Adrian gazes into your eyes in astonishment.

“Always,” A small smile plays on his lips, a sharp contrast from the fake one that had donned his perfect face twenty minutes prior. Quickly, you place his glasses back on his face and allow him to curl around your abdomen comfortably. “I’m always here for you, Adrian. Rain or shine, always feel free to hunt me down if you need me. It’s not healthy to keep all of your emotions bottled up,”

“Why?” His question stunned you. A thick silence hung over you as you pondered your response.

“Because… you’re one of the only people in the world that can make life bearable. At least, to me. And I would hate for someone so wonderful to have to live with the shit you have to,” A shiver runs down Adrian’s spine. “You’re passionate and dedicated, you’re good at your job, you somehow always manage to make me laugh—it’s almost scary how good of a friend you are. Everything you do is done with good intentions, and you’ve got a good heart. You deserve the world, Adrian, and I’m willing to give it to you,”

Adrian is silent. He’s looking at you inquisitively, as if he’s trying to solve a math problem in his head. With his dark eyebrows furrowed, he stares. Finally, after a solid two minutes had passed in dead silence, Adrian’s eyes widen and his mouth falls slightly agape, as if he’d come to some grand realization—

“I’m in love with you,”

Oh.

“What?”

“I’m in love with you,” Adrian repeats. “I have been for a while, I think. It just took me a long time to realize. Originally, I just thought you were a really, really good friend, but now I realize that most people don’t feel this way about their friends,”

“Adrian…”

“I don’t want the world,” he cut in, echoing your words from before. “I only want you, if you’ll have me, of course,”

A smirk plays on your lips as your brain begins to catch up with the rest of your body. “Why?”

Adrian shifts closer to you, his once tear-filled eyes now wide with adoration and admiration. “Because you’re the only person in the world who makes my life worth living,” With that, you take his face in your hands once again. Softly, you press a quick, chaste kiss to his lips. When you pull away, you study his face once again, and only one word comes to mind: beautiful.

#adrian chase #peacemaker #vigilante #dc #adrian chase x reader

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chocolatecakecas · 3 years

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Quality Family Time: Baby Jack ficlet

for the bah discord besties<3

In Dean's humble opinion, the week was off to a pretty good start. Sunday, he and Cas took Jack to the library and let him go wild in the children's section, then let him run off his "excitement about literature" in the park, ending with lunch at their favorite diner, which is Dean's humble opinion qualifies as a pretty great Sunday afternoon. And then Sammy and Eileen finished up their hunt earlier than expected, and they even brought back Claire and Kaia as a surprise. Meaning they got to all have a much-needed family dinner, movie night, and catch up with the girls. And they decided to stay for a few days, which meant extra babysitters, which really meant, he and Cas could have their date night this week. And of course it also meant Dean had a few days to just hang out with his family, watch some movies, watch his kids bond, run some stupid errands, cook some big meals.

Now it was Wednesday, and Dean was spending the day with Eileen and Jack, while the others opted to help Sam with the supply run. Eileen was getting a movie queued up for Jack's nap, while Dean got a start on some laundry.

(read the rest under the cut)

He was currently running out to the garage to grab the blanket he keeps folded in Baby's trunk, smiling fondly at the memory of Monday's date night.

So yeah as far as Wednesdays go, Dean was having a pretty good one.

At least, he was.

Dean's stomach dropped as he flicked the lights on, barely registering the clang of his keys hitting the floor, standing frozen in the doorway.

He's hallucinating, he must be. There's absolutely no way that-

He squeezed his eyes shut, counting to ten while he tried to will away the hallucination with his mind. But unfortunately for Dean, he didn't have that kind of mind power, because that thing was still sitting there when he opened his eyes.

Fuck.

Forcing his feet to move, Dean stepped further into the garage, reaching out a shaking hand as he inched forward.

He'll just touch it and his hand will go through it, and he can blame this hallucination on that questionable burger he ate at some local joint they all went to last night. It'll be fi-

Dean's blood turned to ice as his hand connected with cool metal. He quickly jumped back in shock, jaw hitting the floor.

Because last time he checked, Dean didn't leave an 18 foot long Lightning McQueen sitting in his beloved Baby's parking spot.

He tried to speak but all that came out was an incoherent squeak, as he raced around the car inspecting every inch of it.

He couldn't get any of the doors open or the hood for that matter, but as far as he could tell it seemed to be a real car, despite being a cartoon look-a-like.

Well, at least it wasn't talking.

"Ka-chow"

Dean slumped over onto the roof of the car, banging his head, fists following in defeat.

Because there was a Lightning McQueen look-a-like with a toy voice box, parked in the garage of their super top-secret underground Bunker, in place of one of his most prized possessions.

Maybe he spoke too soon about having a pretty good Wednesday.

Why is this happening? How did this thing get in here? Where is his Baby? Is she alright? Can he even get her back? How the hell did this ev-

Son of a bitch.

"Jack!" Dean called, voice coming out more strangled than he'd care to admit.

Of course. Cars had become Jack's new obsession over the past week, they first watched it on Friday night and he's insisted on watching it at least once a day ever since.

Dean groaned scrubbing his hands down his face. There's truly never a dull moment with a half-Nephilim toddler.

Jack probably didn't even realize what happened. Sometimes his powers react before his mind can catch up with them, like when he subconsciously made all of his toys come to life after Toy Story became his favorite movie. The kid probably didn't even know about the Cars wannabe parked in the garage, besides his kid would never tamper with Bab-

"Dee! You found Lightning!"

Dean's jaw once again found its way back down to the floor. His own kid.

He turned to see his four-year-old come bounding into the garage, practically bursting with joy.

"What the hell"

Dean tore his gaze away from Jack to see Eileen frozen in the doorway, who's jaw also joined Dean's on the floor.

"Look see it's just like Lightning, Dee!" Jack cheered as he ran over to check out the car, regaining Dean's attention.

"Uh...ye-yeah buddy. I-I can see that bu-" Dean began sounding pained, only to be cut off by Jack.

"It's a real car, Dee. You can drive it! And look I gots all the stickers on it too"

"Yeah kiddo, bu-"

"And it can talk too! It says all of Lightning's things! Do you like it Dee? Where you surprised?" Jack asked as he wrapped himself around Dean's legs, smiling up at him without a care in the world.

Dean still mostly in shock, glanced up at Eileen who looked to be in the same boat, except she was holding back barely contained laughter.

Great no help from his best friend, traitor. So Dean shakily knelt down placing his hands on Jack's shoulders.

"Listen, Squirt. I was definitely surprised. But yo-"

"Oh my god"

Dean's head jerked up to see Sam, Cas, Claire, and Kaia now standing with Eileen in the doorway, dropped grocery bags spilling out onto the floor. All of them too stunned to move, except for Cas who luckily must have noticed the distress in Dean's eyes.

"Jack, Baby. What is this?" Cas asked, quickly making his way over to them, quickly kneeling down beside Dean.

"I made Baby into Lightning! Ta da!"

"Wait, that thing is my Baby?" Dean asked voice cracking.

And of course, that's what did it.

Sam doubled over in laughter, Eileen, Claire, and Kaia quickly following, and Cas was beside him, clearly trying to conceal his laughter.

"God this is the best thing I've ever seen" Sam wheezed in the background, and if Dean weren't still reeling he'd walk right over and punch him.

Cas placed a grounding hand on Dean's shoulder, all while trying to bite back his smile. Well, Dean appreciated the gesture, at least he was trying to be considerate, unlike some people he knew.

"Bug, do you remember what Daddy and I told you about using your powers?" Cas begins, trying and failing to sound stern.

"That I can't make my toys be alive! And I didn't Baby isn't alive, and she's not even a toy!" Jack explains with a smile.

"Yea-yeah Squirt, but the second part of that little talk was that you shouldn't use your powers unless you ask Daddy, or me, or Uncle Sammy or Aunt Eileen, remember?" Dean supplied after he finally got his gears spinning again.

"Ooooohhh. Oops, sorry!"Jack shrugs and he even had half a mind to at least look a little bit sorry, but it's drowned out by another fresh wave of laughter.

"I'm so glad we decided to stay longer, does stuff like this happen all the time?" Kaia laughed behind him, as Claire wiped the tears from her eyes.

"Oh I'm so glad my distress is amusing to all of you!" Dean shot back, voice still a little unsteady, which only caused them to laugh harder. Cas met his eyes, as he squeezed his shoulder, scooting closer.

"Squirt it's okay, just uh don't do it again....now where exactly is the real Baby?" Dean asked cutting right to the chase, not missing the look Cas gave him for glossing over the whole "don't use your powers without asking" lesson.

But there was time for that later, because right now his Baby was currently a firetruck red cartoon racecar with eyes.

"That is Baby. I just made her look like that, it's her. See!" Jack explained jumping up and dragging Dean over. Everyone else followed suit, Sam giving him a shit eating grin as he handed Dean the discarded keys.

To Dean's surprise, the key unlocked the car just like baby, and the interior looked exactly the same.

"Wow kid, this is honestly pretty cool" Claire complimented with a low whistle, which earned her a death glare from Dean, only making her laugh harder.

Unbelievable. All of his kids have it out for his car today.

Dean heaved a sigh as he watched his family examine every inch of the car, not bothering to hold back their laughter at this point.

"Well, I guess it's a good thing we didn't watch How to Train Your Dragon" Cas quipped wrapping Dean in his arms as he pressed a quick kiss to his lips. Dean flopped over and laid his forehead on Cas's shoulder, letting a soft laugh escape.

"Yeah well, at least my car wouldn't have been caught in the crossfire" Dean groaned back, feeling Cas' laugh rumble in his chest.

"Yes I know this is a tragedy, clearly the real live dragons would have caused less damage-well less emotional damage anyway"

"Woah, look at that, he's got jokes. Alright everyone step away from the racecar" Dean smirked, yelling that last bit as he pushed away from Cas' chest. He made his way over to Jack who was currently in the driver's seat (keys nowhere near the ignition of course), showing everyone how the horn says McQueen catchphrases now.

"Alright Houdini, while the Lightning McQueen trick was very cool, and we've reminded you that we don't use powers unless we ask. It's time to turn him back into Baby, capiche?" Dean said in the most no-nonsense tone he could manage as he kneelt down to Jack's level.

And of course Dean's very logical, very simple, very warranted request resulted in an uproar from his family.

"Wait you aren't even gonna take it for a spin?"

"You've literally got thee Lightning McQueen sitting in your garage"

"Dean c'mon one dri-"

"Nope. Not happening. Now way am I driving that thing" Dean cut in, flinging his arms out for emphasis and effectively silencing the traitor-his family.

Then he felt a little tug on his shirt.

"Please Dee? One time, then I change Baby back?" Jack asked with his best puppy dog eyes, and Dean quickly made a mental note to kick Sam's ass for teaching him that.

And as he slowly tilted his head back up, he was met with four pleading faces, all hovering around the car He desperately turned his gaze towards Cas knowing he'd be the voice of reason, he'd neve-

"Well, it would be a waste not to take the car for at least one ride" Cas shrugged almost sheepishly, barely hiding his grin. Dean stared back into his eyes trying to will him to change his mind, but he knew it was pointless.

Dean sighed his defeat, running a hand down his face. Damnit

"Fine, one drive-and I mean one. Twenty minutes tops" He shouted, throwing his hands in air in exasperation as everyone cheered.

And when Dean found himself driving back to the bunker four hours later, he and failed tried to hid his smile. He glanced in the mirror at Claire and Jack passed out, while Kaia and Sam held a whispered conversation in the magically (which Jack may or may not have had a hand in) stretched out backseat. Eileen turned in the front seat joining the conversation, as Cas sat in the middle, pressed up against Dean.

Cas gave his hand a squeezing, shooting him a knowing smile, which only earned a nudge from Dean.

So yeah, maybe Dean did almost have a heart attack earlier in the day. And maybe he did have to let a bunch of annoying people in the next town over pose for pictures with the car when they stopped for dinner. And maybe the horn said "Ka-chow" and "I am speed". And maybe the drive was more than twenty minutes. But in Dean's humble opinion, it was still a pretty good Wednesday after all.

Lightning McQueen be damned.

Tag list pt 1:

@wormstacheangel @smiledean @chaoticdean @midnightwings-deancas @jellydeans @sunshine-jack @archervale @wikiangela @subbydean @organicpurplepants @you-cant-spell-subtext-without

@tkdwolf2012 @doemons-blog @rolling-stoned-girl @skylerkernaghan @icefire149 @dakiaty @seffersonjtarship @angeltiddies @feraldean @teamfreebees @keshetcas @jewishdeanwinchester @martymar1963 @midnight-sparks-studio @aestheticflyer26

@athenixrose @slipper007 @misha-moose-dean-burger-lover @winchester-novak @lyonessrampant @thiscowboyisbisexual @carverera @milfcodeddean @blue-eyed-cutiepatootie

#a very normal fic. nothing weird here at all #very normal<3 #i actually think im really funny #im fine<33333 #nothing strange. just baby jack and a fambly #bec writes #baby jack truthing #destiel fic #destiel #plantdadcas #dean winchester #seraphcastiel #rambleoncas #userzaddy #uservilma

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Warriors Analysis 2: A Breakdown of the Crow/Night/Breeze Family Dynamic

I said I would do it, so here we are. The big doozy. For this one, I’m going to putting all of the sourced scenes in a linked google doc, because I just don’t want to make this post a million miles long. Instead, for this post, I will sum up all of the conclusions made after reviewing every scene involving the family from Po3 through OotS, with other relevant information from other books included.

Context of this one: I’ve watched (and participated in) a lot of debate over this family. Just about every single argument I’ve seen tends to:

1) rely on a person’s opinion of a character overall to how they feel about the family (”I found Nightcloud annoying” often goes along with “Nightcloud is equally bad of a parent” or “Breezepelt was a bad person so I don’t sympathize with him in the family situation”)

2) misremember canon

3) rely on a person’s headcanons of what actually happened to shape their judgement of the family (”Nightcloud spoiled Breezepelt and told him Crowfeather is bad” when there are zero canon scenes of this happening)

Some ground rules: I’m relying on breaking down the canon scenes in the books. I am NOT inserting my own thoughts or beliefs as to what happened behind the scenes. If there’s anything bordering on that (”this behavior implies X”), it’ll be clearly stated that it’s an interpretation. I ask that if you want to comment or debate this analysis that you do the same. People’s headcanons shaping how they remember the family is the thing that frustrated me enough to spend hours digging this up. As a personal request, please don’t use this post to say “Nightcloud still sucks and I hate her”/”Breezepelt still sucks and I hate him”/”neglect isn’t abuse” - the latter is definitively incorrect and is upsetting to hear as a survivor of abuse. “X character still is bad” just takes away from the point of this - which is not to say “Breezepelt is a good person”, but PURELY to breakdown the family dynamic. With that out of the way, let’s GO:

After looking at literally every scene involving Breezepelt, Crowfeather, and Nightcloud and analyzing the ones that involve or mention them as a family, here’s some key points. The scenes that back these points up are included and detailed in this doc.

Breezepaw is introduced to us as a bit aggressive and rude, and his mentor, Whitetail, wishes to Crowfeather that she would teach him manners (earning her no response from him)

We first properly see Nightcloud during the dog attack in The Sight, when Breezepaw returns from checking the barrier. Breezepaw reports that there is no damage, and Crowfeather immediately questions if he actually checked all the way around. Breezepaw tells him “Of course!”, and Nightcloud says that Crowfeather should trust his son more.

This suggests Nightcloud is ready to defend Breezepaw whenever. However, as ThunderClan is leaving, Breezepaw mutters that WindClan can manage on their own. Nightcloud immediately scolds him and compliments Lionpaw for saving Heatherpaw during the battle.

Later, at the daylight Gathering, Lionpaw and Breezepaw are buried underground. Crowfeather and Nightcloud help dig them out, and Breezepaw is not breathing when he comes out. Jaypaw has to pull dirt out of his throat to save his life.

Leafpool says to Crowfeather that she would “give [her] last drop of blood to save [his kit]”. Nightcloud sharply retorts that “our kit was lucky that Jaypaw was here”.

Nightcloud carries Breezepaw away from the scene “like a kit”. Crowfeather offers to help, but she carries him on her own. She does not push him away/force him away/shout at him, she literally just chooses to carry him. Nightcloud spends the rest of the daylight Gathering curled around Lionpaw and Breezepaw and keeping them resting.

We learn these things from the Sight: Breezepaw and Crowfeather seem to have a tense relationship, but that isn’t fully developed. Nightcloud is willing to defend him from Crowfeather’s doubts, but notably does not defend him when he acts like a punk in front of her. She is bothered by Leafpool’s comment about giving her life for Breezepaw (which I personally find pretty reasonable to be bothered by), but counters by giving her gratitude to Jaypaw. She wants to carry Breezepaw after he nearly dies, but isn’t pushing Crowfeather away or denying him anything like many people claim.

In Dark River, Crowfeather encourages Breezepaw’s bias against ThunderClan, telling him that they “celebrate mixed blood” in a tone that implies it as a negative thing. (It seems implied he does this to get to Leafpool, who is upset by his comment.)

Jaypaw is able to feel Nightcloud’s jealous emotions on a few occasions, but she actually never says anything to Leafpool or Crowfeather about it.

In Outcast, Crowfeather is called to go on the journey to the Tribe. Onestar tells him to take Breezepaw, who has gotten in trouble a few times. Breezepaw makes it very plain he doesn’t want to go and worries that his Clanmates are just trying to get rid of him. Crowfeather wants to go, but “sighs” over the idea of taking Breezepaw. To me, he comes off as disinterested and possibly disappointed that he has to bring him. Crowfeather snaps at Breezepaw for asking to say goodbye to his friends, saying “There isn’t time!” even though literally no one is rushing them to leave. Nightcloud comes to say goodbye, but Crowfeather is distant and doesn’t respond to her.

Throughout Outcast, each POV character has at least one (if not many) moments where they think about Crowfeather/Breezepaw and feel pity for Breezepaw, despite really hating him. Hollypaw especially thinks often about how she appreciates Brambleclaw for encouraging and supporting her, and the apprentices all seem to realize that Breezepaw is angry because his father “doesnt seem to like him”.

When questioning why they have to help the tribe, Crowfeather just tells Breezepaw “You’ll never understand loyalty.”

When they run into Purdy, Breezepaw is pretty rude to him. Crowfeather doesn’t interrupt a single time throughout multiple insults, then reacts by hitting him across the ear without saying anything, which is noted as “a hard blow”.

Breezepaw nearly dies falling off into a ravine after thinking he’s discovered a faster way. Crowfeather pulls him back and snaps at him, expressing no concern for his life. In Eclipse, Crowfeather pointedly does not compliment Breezepaw’s catch of the rabbit, which angers Breezepaw.

During the reveal of Leaf/Crow in the last book, Breezepelt and Nightcloud stand by Crow’s side and don’t publicly turn on him or say anything against him.

This journey gives us a lot of insight into Crow and Breeze’s dynamic. Breezepaw is pretty obviously a little punk throughout this book, but Crowfeather has no healthy way of communicating with him or discipling him. Instead, he snaps at him, hits him, or ignores him, all of which just feeds into Breezepaw’s anger. Nightcloud is not present for any of this and has no way of controlling their interactions here, which could have been a perfect opportunity for Crowfeather to build a relationship with his son if it were true that Night had prevented this.

Breezepelt shows up in Fading Echoes, training in the Dark forest. A few things are made explicit: he is being manipulated by the Dark Forest and Tigerstar’s words have an almost hypnotic effect on him. The cats present egg him on against Crowfeather, feeding into his belief that Crow does not value him. (Side note, I find it really interesting that in this book, Breezepelt has notable value in the warrior code [which encourages his hate towards Crow] and the DF cats encourage this, saying it is “strong” in his blood. Next time we see him, though, he wants to destroy it.)

Flametail randomly thinks about Breezepelt’s family while spending time with Tawnypelt, feeling glad he has nicer kin.

We get the infamous scene where Lion and Breeze fight. Breeze and Crow were both trespassing on ThunderClan territory and Lion caught the prey Breezepelt was about to catch. He intentionally eggs Breezepelt into a fight (rather than just attacking him himself). Leafpool interrupts, asking how Crow can watch this. Nightcloud then shows up and insists Crowfeather has only one son. Leafpool jumps in between them as Breezepelt is leaping for Lionblaze, and she gets clawed. Crowfeather hauls him off and throws him aside, then keeps talking to Leafpool, who tells him she loved him.

Nightcloud then comes over and pulls Crowfeather away from Leafpool. She sinks her claws into his pelt to do this. However, it’s worth noting that this scene contains MANY references to blood every time claws come out - she does not draw blood and he does not express any signal of pain. It’s likely she used her claws only as a means of holding onto him, not to cause him harm. Crowfeather turns on him, and Breezepelt wails before getting between them, telling Crowfeather to leave his mother alone.

Nightcloud doesn’t react rationally in this scene - but neither does any character. Lionblaze is an ass, Breezepelt is an ass, Crowfeather is an ass, and Leafpool is still walking around making declarations of her former love in front of Crowfeather’s wife.

Nightcloud is one of the cats to react rudely to Hollyleaf’s return, but she doesn’t directly attack/challenge her. (This is actually the last time we see Nightcloud.)

The final meaningful scene is in The Last Hope, when Breezepelt fights Lionblaze. Crowfeather intervenes and says he will not allow Breezepelt to hurt him. Breezepelt retorts he always knew Crowfeather hated him, which Crow denies.

“I never hated you!” Crowfeather growled. “That’s just what you were determined to believe. And Nightcloud encouraged you.”

“It’s not her fault!” Breezepelt spat.

“No,” Crowfeather hissed. “I should have done something much earlier...”

This is the first and only time this is blamed on Nightcloud. This is the only indication we have that this could be true.

Some other notable things:

Crowfeather took Nightcloud as a mate to prove his loyalty, not out of love. (This is said in After Sunset: We need to talk)

The Ultimate Guide also confirms the above, but is a questionable source given the many errors included in it. It states that Crowfeather resents Nightcloud (for not being Leafpool), and that Nightcloud coddled Breezepelt. However, the latter is never shown in the story (and the opposite is actually shown when she scolds him).

In Crowfeather’s Trial, Crowfeather is pushed to recognize his anger towards his son and apologize for his behavior towards him and Nightcloud. Even in an entire book from Crow’s perspective (which provides opportunity for memories, flashbacks, etc), there is no indication that Nightcloud actually pushed Breezepelt to hate Crowfeather. There’s a throwaway mention that Crowfeather was too strict or too rough with Breezepelt as a kit, but it’s never actually said that Nightcloud told him this/kept him away/etc. (IE: it’s impossible to say if Nightcloud screamed this at him or asked him once to be gentle. We just don’t know!)

With all this said, here’s my take on the dynamic:

Crowfeather was a neglectful father and an inconsiderate mate. The only scene we get where he seems to actually get along with Breezepaw is when he is encouraging him to dislike ThunderClan by feeding into hatred for “mixed blood” cats. In all other scenes, he: 1) ignores his bad behavior, 2) is unnecessarily harsh to him or dismissive of him, 3) questions and undermines him, 4) does not have healthy ways of addressing his poor behavior (IE, he ignores and turns away from him rather than discussing it when all the apprentices are in trouble and the other warriors are scolding them, he flat-out hits Breezepaw at one point after saying nothing to intervene in his rudeness), and 5) blames Nightcloud for their bad relationship. Crowfeather is provided plenty of opportunities to interact with Breezepaw while Nightcloud isn’t present (in fact, Nightcloud shows up very little - most scenes of the family have just Breeze and Crow, there are many books where Nightcloud isn’t even mentioned).

Nightcloud was literally just being a normal mom and was often pushed to feeling jealous around Leafpool, often because Leafpool doesn’t have any boundaries around hinting about loving Crowfeather for some reason. I was actually really shocked by how... absolutely fuckin brazen Leafpool is 24/7 about waltzing up to Crowfeather while his wife is standing right there and going “just so you know......... i miss you........... i’d give my life for you......” It’s just WEIRD. IMO, it’s pretty damn reasonable for that to make Nightcloud irritated! Most of the time, she never actually voices her jealousy, we just know about it because of Jaypaw’s ability. When she does, it’s sometimes done by complimenting someone else or giving credit to another cat, like when Jaypaw saves Breezepaw. There is zero text in the story supporting the idea that Nightcloud was overbearing or that she spoiled him: we have TWO SCENES where she has character moments around this. In the first, she is defending him from Crowfeather’s doubt, and in the second, she is scolding him for being ungrateful to ThunderClan for their help.

Breezepelt was a kid that grew up feeling unloved, unappreciated, and angry and resentful as a result. The Dark Forest, not Nightcloud, fed into this belief, but we also have a whole lot of scenes that show why that feeling of resentment towards Crowfeather is there to begin with.

The final hot take: If you believe Nightcloud ‘spoiled’ Breezepelt or that she was ‘overbearing and possessive’, you need to reread Po3 and OotS. It’s just not there.

(Bonus: I love Leafpool but god, girl, you need to read a room.)

#warrior cats #warrior cats analysis #crowfeather #breezepelt #nightcloud

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haikyuu-boys-headcanons · 3 years

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𝙷𝙰𝙸𝙺𝚈𝚄𝚄 𝙱𝙾𝚈𝚂 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙷𝙾𝚆 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚈 𝙿𝙻𝙰𝚈 𝚂𝙸𝙼𝚂;

quick note;

hi hi hi!! it’s been a while guys! posting some drafts i wrote when i was taking a break <3 this is just how the boys play sims :)

𝙳𝙰𝙸𝙲𝙷𝙸 » plays very... responsibility?? no cheats, (he has no idea how to use them) literally gives them no time for hobbies, he’s focused on their needs to even consider hobbies + he stresses about the bills

𝚂𝚄𝙶𝙰𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙰 » spends plenty of time downloading cc and customizing his sims to perfection. even spends hours on end just creating perfect little houses. goes through the 5 stages of grief after one of his sims die

𝙰𝚂𝙰𝙷𝙸 » two words; pure panic. he has so many needs to look after! and has anyone fed the dog?? and has anyone paid the bills for the water?? why is there suddenly a fire every two seconds?!?! deletes the game after an hour of pure stress

𝚃𝙰𝙽𝙰𝙺𝙰 » downloads whicked-whims out of curiosity. regrets it almost immediately, so he tried to take it out of his game and somehow, he took out the wrong files and now all of his sims only have one leg and green skin

𝙽𝙸𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙾𝚈𝙰 » pulls the tiddy bar in CAS all the way up and you can’t convince me otherwise. besides making super hot girls in CAS, noya just fucks around with all the weird debugs and settings + desperately tries to look under the blankets during woohoo

𝙺𝙰𝙶𝙴𝚈𝙰𝙼𝙰 » gets so unbelievably frustrated at his sims, to the point where he just starts yelling at them. “didn’t i just feed you, tanisha? don’t be greedy, YOU GET WHAT YOUR GIVEN!” in some ways, i feel so sorry for his sims

𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙰𝚃𝙰 » surprisingly, very invested in the game! he’s become a master of all cheats and truly enjoys the mechanical aspect of the game. he even has all the expansion packs and everything!

𝚃𝚂𝚄𝙺𝙸𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙼𝙰 » despises the game. he thinks it’s some sort of sadistic fuel for people with god complexes. refuses to play until you mention you can drown people in the game. who’s the real sadist here, kei?

𝚈𝙰𝙼𝙰𝙶𝚄𝙲𝙷𝙸 » downloads so many mods and cc until his laptop is literally about to explode. likes to explore the hidden secrets of the game (plant-sims, rabbit holes, ect...)

𝙾𝙸𝙺𝙰𝚆𝙰 » makes a mini-sim version of himself and uses cheats throughout the entire game. no one is going to ruin a mini pixel fantasy of himself, not even the cheap ass grill that manages to set everyone on fire every two seconds

𝙸𝚆𝙰𝚉𝚄𝙼𝙸 » religiously does not believe in cheats. he would casually brag to everyone that he managed to finish 3 aspirations on one sim with no cheats but disregards the fact that all his sims are broke and starving 90% of the time

𝙼𝙰𝚃𝚃𝚂𝚄𝙽 » non-committal to all of his households. starts a new one every hour and gets bored of it within the first 5 minutes. he lowkey feels bad for the sims that he’s abandoned and checks up on them once in a while so he won’t feel guilty for leaving them

𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙰𝙼𝙰𝙺𝙸 » “so... how do you win?” “you can’t really win, it’s a-” “then WHY ARE WE PLAYING??” the whole concept confuses him, he just ends up speeding up time the entire game until suddenly all his sims are dead. he has the audacity to be shocked

𝙺𝚄𝙽𝙸𝙼𝙸 » the type to get the “cats & dogs” pack and only focus on the animal. like he’ll forget to feed his sim but gets a panic attack every time he can’t find his cat

𝙺𝚈𝙾𝚃𝙰𝙽𝙸 » no.

𝙺𝚄𝚁𝙾𝙾 » success is his main priority in this game. he’ll make his sims as rich as possible and even make his sims work endless hours using the “no sleep” mod! also won’t let them take showers or eat until their work is done! it’s a little worrying!!

𝙺𝙴𝙽𝙼𝙰 » tries to finish the 100 baby challenge like 10 times but always fails miserably. even uses cheats and still manages to fuck up?? calls the game a waste of money on reddit and starts a hate page

𝙻𝙴𝚅 » tries to always create the most picture-perfect white-picket fence family but something always manages to get in the way. whether it be an unaccounted grill fire or the baby getting taken away, he always ends up on the verge of crying and starting a new save

𝙱𝙾𝙺𝚄𝚃𝙾 » always wants the biggest and most expansive family there is. would get mccommand center just so he could fit his family of 47 into one 20 x 20 lot. not to mention, he always has like 8 other apps running in the background so unsurprisingly, he has alot of random burns from his explosive laptop

𝙰𝙺𝙰𝙰𝚂𝙷𝙸 » the most perfect way you could play the sims, probably the way the creators intended. goes from rags to riches using no cheats, no sudden deaths and no negative moodlets. hmm... a little too perfectly played, wouldn’t you say?

𝙺𝙾𝙽𝙾𝙷𝙰 » refuses to play because of the conspiracies he read about on reddit. he genuinely thinks the sims is just a warning from the government that we’re all in a simulation and that there’s reptiles controlling all of us until we all jus- you know what, no more reddit for you konaha

𝚄𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙹𝙸𝙼𝙰 » total dumbass. wouldn’t be surprised if all of his sims just died as soon as he loaded up the game. wouldn’t even bother with cc or cas, he would just play either with the premade sims or just randomize everything.

𝚃𝙴𝙽𝙳𝙾𝚄 » utter chaos. primarily drug mods, constantly developing and making bank from his drug businesses. would have half his sims take an entire bottle of MDMA and then wonder why they died?? like yes tendou, sims (just like you!) can overdose!! shocker, isn’t it?

𝚂𝙴𝙼𝙸 » strives on his house-building and designing skills. like this mf can speed-build mansions but he can’t figure out how to download cc. doesn’t even actually play the sims, just designs houses and then dips

𝙶𝙾𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙺𝙸 » very attentive to their needs bar. like the second his sim’s bladder bar goes down, he’s rage-clicking on the toilet + “hurry sylvia, piss! i don’t want a repeat of last time!!”

𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚄𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙼𝙰 » downloads the hoe-it up mod as a joke and then continues to become very invested in his strips clubs! the downtown fountain club isn’t doing too well? it’s okay, he’ll just make jessica do 30 lap dances until she gets her 1 minute break to eat, piss, shower and sleep!

𝚂𝙰𝙺𝚄𝚂𝙰 » takes the game a little uh... too seriously? will literally get out pen and paper to calculate his expenses, taxes and his water bill. + “no margret, you can’t shower today because then we won’t have enough money to pay the electric bill” poor margret.

𝙾𝚂𝙰𝙼𝚄 » finds out what cc is, spends 3 days just downloading cc and then continues to play non-stop for a whole week. then, he won’t touch the game for another 6 months until he remembers about it again. rise and repeat, like a true simmer

𝙰𝚂𝚃𝚄𝙼𝚄 » loves making drama! he’ll create marriages just to destroy them, make all the spouses cheat on each other and then kidnap their children for ransom until the parents go crazy and kill themselves. a true menace to society

𝚂𝚄𝙽𝙰 » would burn down his house making grilled cheese and would never play again

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itstheendofthegoddamnworld · 3 years

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Aarakocra Boyfriend: Enzo

This is for 2,000 of you lovely people following me. Thank you all so much! <3 This took more than a week to write, all thanks to writer’s block and burnout, so I’m thankful that I somehow managed to get this out lol.

Also, may or may not have gotten inspiration from Revali-- anyway, enjoy!

Part 2

Relationship: male monster x female reader

Burning Heart

Fresh snow. Fresh snow that had fallen a hundred-foot deep, cleansing the land for eternity.

"The last time I saw snow this deep, I was just a little boy, still clutched to my mother, unaware of how big the world was." Your companion marvelled. "My father was smart enough to never go further up north—he reminded me. I did not gain his intellect."

Calder was a man who came from the nearby town of Ravensfell, a few days out from Briar, but he had been more of a cold type when it came to first-time introductions. Eventually, you got to open up more of him, little by little. His olive skin, chiselled features and rugged beard made him every female's focus, but the poor man was either too oblivious or polite to acknowledge their flirtations. You couldn't help but laugh at the failed interactions. Poor man, too preoccupied in his own toil.

He became a well-appreciated acquaintance for you on your long travels from town to town, east to west then south to north, but his company was all good experience. After all, he was the best sellsword for the job, merely a guard for you whilst you continued your researches; the sight you needed when you turned your back.

Your team's campaign had led you and your small faction to head further up north, to a small village of Oakendenn full of proud and efficient warriors, the bird folk that had carried the same customs for centuries, evoking both fear and wonder into those who bumped into them. Granted, their seclusion from the world had been brought down quickly when travellers and researchers intent on learning about them came rushing at the chance, ruining their solitude for good.

Stepping foot into their quaint town was certainly a spectacle, having to meet your guide to finding such remains high up in the mountains of Fallde Slopes– if the slopes didn't kill you, the snowstorms could freeze the group within hours if they didn't take the right precautions or clothing.

"You say there is a guide who will help us?" The small dirk in your hand was smooth and unused, still brand new as the day you had gotten it. You were situated in the town itself, in a cramped yet warm inn that was all opened up to the elements, trying to remain unaware of the cold stares of the innkeepers.

"He's one of the finest warriors, apparently. Familiar to the lands and every speck of snow that litters this land," Calder's laugh was hearty. "Must pity us for our lack of feathers and wings."

"The Aarakocras are fierce, brutal they are with fighting as they are as with foreigners." If there was one thing you learnt, it was that not all the people you ran into would be so welcoming. "Careful you don't offend them. We need their apparent aid."

Calder grumbled something as he tended to the flames of the room, poking them occasionally. "Sooner to be done with this job and we can get out of their feathers, huh?"

"That's it, just think of it like that. And soon, you can be back to the warmth of the south."

"Thank the Gods," Calder smiled sadly. "I don't think I could spend another day away from my little Zerlina." You remembered the girl when you were riding out: a sad, tearful girl the spitting image of her father, tight dark hair so wild and knotted. You had remembered the night before the trip you had brushed them out gently for her the way your mother used to do for you. Just to help Calder out.

The poor man is a good father overall. Even if he doesn't see it.

"She'll be so happy to see you again, Calder. She misses her father dearly." You reassured quietly, watching the man again. He was worn and beaten, littered with scars and thick, burly arms. He longed for home too.

"I hope so too." He stretched, saying his goodnights to you and the others before heading to his cot to sleep. You followed, heading to your own bed before you couldn't find sleep, wishing you had someone to wait for you too.

Even when you remained aloof, you still tried to remain somewhat friendly to strangers, even to the guide who had gone out of his way into helping you. But they certainly what you had been expected.

"It seems I have to be a tour guide for your pesky expedition, hmm?"

The smile from nerves of introducing yourself to him had fallen from your face after hearing the words so sourly come from him. It didn't take much for you to build up the walls high again.

Your hand faltered, just in reach for him to shake, awkwardly pulling away. "So, you're the Enzo we were expecting?"

The first thing you noticed about him was how vivid his feathers were: the brightest compared to his countrymen. Many of reds, oranges and yellows, like red sands of the far south of your home; beaten and threaded like a thousand coppers. It made the winter sun far in the north much more lively. By far the prettiest of the others. You admitted, but only could you wish his personality was as lovely as his appearance.

Another thing you noticed about him was his wings: they were separate from his body, large and tucked behind his back, his hands similar to any humans but with long and curled nails for fingers. His bird body was dressed in what looked like traditional garbs: leather and a basic tunic and pants, his taloned feet poking out and tapping against the ground.

"Your boss was the one who called for me, asking if someone capable of knowing their way around these parts, clearly, you humans don't know much about us Aarakocras," he jeered, eyes a lovely golden colour even when they were staring intimidatingly down at you. "So, you're the one they call the Doctor?"

Clearly too prideful, I've noticed. You scoffed. All too stubborn like the snowstorms. "That is correct."

"So I've noticed," Enzo crossed his arms around his broad chest, the amusement was pooled in those eyes as if he was in on the funniest joke around. "Clearly all of your studies have gone to a degree than in common sense."

You pondered whether it would've been ideal to punch the bird square in the face, or whether provoking him would end with your untimely demise.

Instead, you squared your shoulders, straightening your posture as you pointed just behind him. "You see Fallde Slopes over there? Its hills have been receding in the last 100 years, meaning any day now, your village could be woken up buried under layers and layers of snow. The snow stops here, meaning you and your people could be facing the demolition of this region and its inhabitants." You crossed your arms too, copying him. "I'm just trying to help unless you think my studies had gone elsewhere?"

Enzo scoffed, a puff of feathers that ruffled up. "Let's just resume to what we're good at, hmm?"

If travelling anywhere had taught you anything, it was that you shouldn't trust any higher-ups, believing everything will be smooth sailing.

The reports and samples scattered across the slopes, dancing dangerously too low to the cliff edges, some succumbing more than others, and those in your group scrambled to save them. Enzo remained arrogant as ever, doing little to help and rather smugly watching the ordeal, complaining often that your group were "walking too slow" and "we were running out of time for sunlight".

You were situated in the corner, silently taking note of what was around of little life preserved, before the beating of wings perked your ears. Snow crunched delicately when the Aarakocra stooped beside you, watching with soundless intent.

"So, this is what you do?" He grazed at a small patch of dirt you had brought up beneath the heavy snow. "Looking at dirt and grass?"

"All of this hold important information for us to understand how the landscape is changing," Enzo couldn't help but to have his attention piqued when he heard how almost automatic your response was, informing rather than belittling him. When you looked up to meet his eyes, it was hard to gauge his reaction: head tilted, seemingly drawn in from how far leant to you he was beside you.

He quickly dismissed it, pulling back from the noticeable closeness, and the burning feeling in your chest fluttered too quickly for your liking. "Whatever keeps us alive, I suppose."

Another presence came over to the two of you, heavier than of the Aarakocra. "You think you could help me with this?" Calder was looking over at Enzo, who, also was staring with narrowed eyes at the bearded man.

"Yeah sure," you gave an awkward glance to both men, realising something was piercing the silent air. "Is something going on?"

"No," Enzo, puffed his chest out, giving Calder little regard as he turned his head. "You go off with your dog, I'm needed elsewhere."

You watched him walk away before turning back to Calder, head tilted. "I'm going to pretend nothing happened there."

"Agreed," Calder affirmed, pointing you towards the deeper parts of the woods where the treelines met and increased in sizes and numbers. "I think I might've found something."

"Lead the way." You gestured for him to take the lead, directing you through the trees. The snow was freshest in these parts, untouched and light, airy. A wonderland was discovered in a small corner forgotten from the world. Beautiful. You marvelled. I will never get bored of seeing this.

"What's wrong, Calder?" He stopped you when the two of you reached the middle of the area, overwatching the large view, the mountains dipped and the view from the top pointed directing to the Oakendenn, situated right in the opening of the valley. "It's right in target," Calder addressed, thick eyebrows knitted. "And that means a direct hit for the snow to collapse in on it all."

"We could have a day, week or years before this region is completely smothered." You noted wretchedly. All these reports, research and hypothesis, yet you felt like it all went to no use. It seemed like everything was too late, that hard work going down the drain. "I wish we could've done more."

"And we have, do not fret," Calder reassured, patting your shoulder that you needed from a comforting friend. "And we will do so much more. Let's head back to the others, keep all together."

Right, but still, I feel useless. You dusted the remaining snow off your warm clothes, trying to remind yourself of the crunching snow below, your foot sinking with every few steps. Like everyone relies on you all the time. The only sounds that were heard were the distinct soft crunches of the two of you heading back, before one wretched and horrid resounded, echoing along with the trees, some birds fleeing from their branches of homes.

You looked back to Calder, who looked back in confusion, listening closely to the cracking of the earth as if it had split open. Your right felt for a second as if it was sinking lower, taking your body with you as all your body weight brought you down so suddenly, snow following too, making your body crash into it with force as you waded chest-deep through it.

Your voice was sudden and nervous, watching the ledge you once stood at grow taller and taller above you, a weightless feeling take over your body, the scream of your name as unknown darkness settled around you before you could hit the ground.

The first time you had seen snow, you had been seven, marvelling in wonder with friends at how magical it all seemed. Never did you worry about the eternal cold, of it encasing your entire body and leaving you worthless and alone. You always had the warmth to rely on: warm blankets and hot cocoa and fire to share stories around. The cold was sore and biting, an eternity of nothingness but yourself.

You didn't know how long you had been trapped in darkness: how long you had gone unnoticed or remembered. Maybe this was it... just oblivion and emptiness. You tried to invasion your limbs, your fingers trying to tread through the snow like it was water; too thick to even pass through, but trying and trying to feel your fingers and toes wiggle again.

You clawed and clawed slowly until the darkness lightened and that bleakness turned to hope. You kicked your body out as you breached the surface, coughing and spluttering weakly, an invasion of pure cold and ice felt trapped in your throat.

You laid there with your head against a block of solid ice and snow, trying to steady your breathing, the cold and winds were never-ending, never giving your body a break as all felt numb.

I'm going to die out here. You thought. Will my story be told again? You wanted to laugh, to call for help, but your throat was stinging from its frostiness.

There was a distant, soft sound of tree branches moving and swaying, how the dead leaves swayed and moved with long, drawn moans, wings of small birds flying off from the abrupt noises. The flapping of wings never ceased, ringing in your ears, reminding you didn't have wings yourself to fly off from this nightmare. It was only when you could open your eyes was when you saw the blurred large figure descend in front of you, all feathers and intimidating, you wished to cry out in pain for your misery, but once your eyes focused, did you noticed something familiar about it all.

A rush of feathers, brown and red, as pretty as coppers.

"So, there you are." Enzo's voice was merely a whisper among the howling winds, flapping slowly to the snowy plains in front of you, his body inches from you towering easily over your small frame. You made no noise or voiced your frustration for his words, weakly looking up at him as best as you could.

The blowing winds cast a glow behind his silhouette, watching the Aarakocra bend to kneel in front of you. "Hey," his voice surprised you, a feathered hand on your shoulder, shaking you with almost impatience. "Don't die on me, you hear?"

"Shut up," the words came weakly from you, luring you to sleep, his figure blurring again until you saw three of him, vision dotted. "Enzo..."

"Hush." He wasted no time in collecting you in his arms, cuddling you close to him as he carried you. What shocked you most was how incredibly warm he was, unaffected by the vast cold. You instinctively snuggled closer into his chest, shutting your eyes and shuddering. "Let's get you out of here."

You didn't respond, feeling how there was a surge of air moving around you both, your body growing lighter and head more lightheaded as he flapped his wings, the winds more biting against your exposed face and neck.

The harsh winds or the cold went straight to your head, pulling you in and out of consciousness, wrapped tightly in the arms that allowed you to feel a sense of safety to slip beyond the darkness, to rest your eyes for a moment.

There was an aching drive for warmth that slowly spread through you, taking over your body, making you want to drink it in greedily. When your eyes opened once more to a flickering flame, dancing and roaring, filling its beauty in the room. Just opposite you in the small room, knelt Enzo, tending to something he was pouring into a bowl.

"Where are we?" Your voice felt worse with wear, hoarse and not tended to. Enzo flinched, his feathers bright and shimmering against the colour of the flames, making him seem like a risen phoenix, an enigma in your eyes.

In his hands, the bowl was passed to you, his own in hand as he watched you gauge your reaction, before answering, "A cave I found, a few days out from Oakendenn."

"And the others? And Calder-"

"For the love of the Gods, can you for once think about yourself?" His words weren't snappy or aloof, more full of weary and strain. He laughed tiredly. "Honestly, little doctor, do you think before you go out so recklessly?"

Your cheeks rouged at the little nickname, ignoring it for the time being until it would nag the part of your brain for answers. "All in the name of science."

"Yes, well there won't be any science if you're frozen to death." He hesitated momentarily, before slipping a warm blanket around your shoulders, securing it carefully. "You're still a valuable asset."

To who exactly though? You questioned, silently snuggling into the blanket further. There was a strong smell of mint that was strong in your nostrils, pleasant and warm, luring you to tranquillity. It smelt a lot like him somehow, and your heartbeat raced with bashfulness.

You watched from your peripheral, the Aarakocra shuffling to sit beside you properly, his gaze never seeming to leave yours. “You’re doing an awful lot for me, Enzo.” For someone who dislikes me, and I, supposedly too.

But even that seemed like a lie. Enzo scoffed, his laugh light and airy like the frozen air. “Seems to me someone is just enjoying the company.” He shuffled closer to you, awkwardly throwing an arm around you for further comfort. “If you manage to not become a human popsicle, maybe—just maybe, will I show you around my hometown.”

Not only had his soft words thrown you off, but the feeling of his arm around you seemed not to be of great surprise. “What do you mean?” You scrambled for the right words.

“I’ve dealt with a lot of humans in my time, taking them up and down these mountains,” he said. “Not one of them had wildly gone down one of the slopes. You think that can go so smoothly with me and my reputation?”

“Your reputation, huh?” You laughed, spluttering into it when it tickled the back of your throat harshly. Enzo had placed a cup of water on your lips hastily, eyeing you with fake disdain you hoped. “You have a great reputation for the ladies or something?”

“Hmph, if that’s what humans like to think of it, then no.” He snorted, his eyes shifting. In this low, dim light, they seemed to be practically glowing. “Gods, that sounds terrible.”

There was a laugh shared between the two of you for a moment, onlooking the fire soundlessly, an unexpectedly calm atmosphere settling. You sighed, resting against his shoulder, resting your head into the bed of warm feathers, the smell of mint intense. “I’ll take that promise if you’re keeping with it.”

Enzo laughed warmly, shutting his eyes, the body growing slack as he hummed quietly to himself. “That’s good to hear.”

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oogaboogasphincter · 3 years

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Kinktober Day 1

💜my kinktober masterlist

pairing: agent whiskey x f!reader

prompt: face-sitting💜cream-pie💜anonymous sex (prompt list by @the-purity-pen)

rating: E (explicit) 18+ only!

word count: 740+

warnings: pairing is an established relationship, a teensy bit of angst in the beginning, oral sex (f receiving), allusion to more sex at the end, dirty talk, swearing, pet names (sweetheart, angel, cowboy/cowgirl💀💀), semi-cringey use of a cowboy hat, very cringey horse/riding puns (i apologize y’all but this man makes me go stupid go crazy ✋😔), reader is afab and uses she/her pronouns

author’s note: first day ahh!!!!! i hope y’all like these spicy lil thangs ✨ i would say don’t mind me being a complete whore w these, but isn’t that the point? 🤪 well i don’t slut-shame so let’s jump right into this kinktober together! i hope you enjoy! :) <3

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Saturday has finally arrived, putting an end to the stressful and busy week you just got dragged through. All loose ends have been tied up - emails have been sent, bills have been paid, schedules for next week have been confirmed - and you are gifted with a long weekend to spend with Jack, to do absolutely nothing if you please.

Jack took you on a walk around the city earlier, scoping out restaurants you want to try in the future, small businesses you could potentially do some holiday shopping at. Midway through fall, the air was crisp, the sun was warm, the sky barely had any clouds, the breeze refreshing and consistent. Autumn’s breath swirled around your ethereal figure, around every magnificent curve and across every beautiful plane, as if it were unable to stop its playful fingers from gliding over your body admiringly. Every now and then it would get a little more flirtatious, blowing the hem of your short dress up ever so slightly to innocently get a larger peek at you.

Jack thanked the wind for its boldness, sharing its adoration for you. His eyes remained puppy-dog-like throughout the day, enraptured by the beauty that is you. He admired that, after going through the motions of your week, you managed to carry such a positive aura. While walking along the sidewalk, you turned back to look at him and let him know how much you appreciated his little date, and he was awestruck by your glow. He took pride in the fact that he had something to do with making you look so happy. At ease, relaxed, a bundle of joy. He kept his loving gaze as you turned back around and watched as the breeze played with your hair.

Back home now, panties and shoes long discarded at the edge of the bed, you straddle Jack’s head. His warm hands knead the chilled, soft meat of the backs of your thighs, the desire to caress them unwavering ever since they were flashed to him by the mischievous wind. Your folds are explored through lazy glides of his tongue and your fingers comb Jack’s hair back from his blissed-out face. His eyes close as his tongue increases in speed, taking up a rhythm that makes your eyelids stutter.

His hands slide up over your ass and bunch the fabric of your dress around your waist, a nonverbal cue for you to take it off. You do as he wishes, lifting it up over your head and tossing it onto the mattress behind you. A satisfactory moan comes from his throat and vibrates through your pussy. Fingers returning to knot in his hair, your hips gain a mind of their own and start to buck back and forth on Jack’s mouth. You praise him, “That feels so fucking good, Jack.”

He unlatches his mouth from your entrance momentarily, “That’s it, ride my face, sweetheart.”

You take locks of his hair like reins and feverishly grind your dripping sex against his needy tongue. Guttural moans and groans escape from both of you as your approach your climax. His grip suddenly stops your movements, his mouth leaves you and a whimper bubbles out of your chest. Confusion clouds your mind until Jack leans to his side and grabs his cowboy hat off of the edge of the bed. He drops it on your head, pushes it down so it fits better and explains, “If my cowgirl is gonna ride me, she needs the proper uniform.”

You both erupt in a fit of giggles. He’s stupidly goofy, but you wouldn’t have him any other way. He opens his mouth back up and eagerly dives back into your cunt, grabbing your ass and spreading you wide so he can lick deeper into you. In no time at all, he has you soaking his tongue with a rush of your slick, calling out his name and gripping his hat so it doesn’t fall off as you ride your stallion.

Descending from your peak, you make your way down Jack’s body and mold your wrecked figure to his, capturing his mouth with yours. He rolls you onto your back and plants a kiss on each of your cheeks before taking his hat back, placing it on his head and smirking down at you. You tease, “You going to tame your mustang now, cowboy?”

He laughs and tips the brim of his hat at you, “I sure am, angel.”

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atzaria · 3 years

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Secret

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summary: aria and yunho continue to meet in secret.

note: writers block really got me at the end </3

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Aria had never been as happy as she was when she first landed in the UK. Knowing that her family, and beloved dog Milo, were now less than an hour away. The group headed for their hotel, having a week to themselves before the first concert, and filming for their tour documentary series ‘Long Journey’ began. “So, Miss. Aria,” Yeosang smiled, swinging his arms around the younger member’s shoulder. “When are we seeing the embarrassing baby pictures?”. It was a little tradition the group had, whenever a member went back home, they would send pictures of their childhood to the group chat. They didn’t know why they did it or remember how it started, other than the pure enjoyment of laughing at their friends. In a joking manner, of course.

“We leave tomorrow morning. And who’s to say my baby pictures are embarrassing? I’ve always been the ace visual.” Aria said with a smirk on her face, silencing Yeosang. After conversations with their manager, the whole group decided to spend a few days down in Aria’s hometown of Brighton. It’s a really special place to her and what better way to relax and unwind than spending some time by the seaside?

“If you say so, Ri, but don’t think I won’t go looking,” Yeosang laughed, kissing the side of her head and pulling his arm away. “I’m going to beat Mingi’s ass in Mario Kart in his room, you coming?” Aria shook her head at her roommate, wanting to have a quiet night to herself and her beloved tv shows.

Well, at least that's what Yeosang thinks.

‘Coast is clear <3’ Aria sent the text, laid back in her bed and waited for the knock on the door.

There was a certain thrill about these secret meet ups, the sweet kisses when no one was looking, no one knowing that they were, most definitely, more than friends. Other than Hongjoong, but he is to blame for getting them together.

With a knock on the door, a specific rhythm to show that it was who she was expecting, Aria rushed to let him in.

“Hey, lovely.” Yunho smiled, leaning down and connecting his lips with Aria’s in a sweet, loving kiss.

They hadn’t made anything official yet. All they wanted to do was cuddle and enjoy as many smooches as possible. Of course, this wasn’t easy. Being surrounded by 7 other people most of the time, really limited the opportunity for moments like this. But for now, the pair are definitely making the most of the time they have in each other's arms.

Aria rested her head against his chest, the motion of it going up and down every time he breathed, relaxing her as the sound of Avengers: Endgame played from her laptop speaker. “Yu?” She spoke out, softly.

The taller boy hummed in response, eyes fixated on the movie in front of him. “What are we?”

Yunho closed his eyes and sighed. If only she could’ve asked this question the next day. He had it all planned out, wanting to make asking Aria to be his girlfriend special. Those plans are out the window, then.

“Well, you see, I was meaning to a-”

Voices outside their hotel room cut Yunho off, sounding awfully a lot like Yeosang, Mingi and San. Followed by the door being unlocked. She didn’t think about this.

“Sorry, Yu.” Aria whispered, pushing Yunho off the bed and into the gap between it and the wall, the elder boy cursing as he hit the carpeted floor.

“Need a hoodie, sure you don’t wanna come?” Yeosang asked, taking no notice of her tensed face.

“Uh, no! Thank you, but I've got a very important date with Tom Holland.” Her voice shook with nerves to begin with, but quickly returned to normal. Yeosang gave her a weird look, she wasn’t acting normal. But to be honest, it didn't phase him. Has she ever been normal?

“Ok…” He reached into his suitcase, pulling an oversized hoodie out.

“Aria?” Yeosang spoke, one hand on the door handle.

She looked up at him, a confused look on her face.

“Word of advice, next time you’re trying to hide someone, make sure they’re not 185cm tall. I can see his feet, idiot. Hey, Yunho!” He laughed innocently, before waving and walking out the door.

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katsulovee · 3 years

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after the interview- s. todoroki

word count: 1.1k

warnings: none <3

notes: this is my fic for @tooruluv’s contest! I hope you enjoy it love!

- huge thanks to @snoozless for helping me with the idea and @peaxhcringe for beta-reading!!

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Fame didn’t come easy to you.

You wish you could go back to those times where you could curl up on your couch with your dog by your side, staring out the window watching the cars drive by with your cup of chamomile tea and a great book in your hand that you’ve been dying to read.

Well, times aren’t the same anymore.

After your book that you threw together just to get thoughts out became a hit, life isn’t the same anymore. You missed the quiet and calm nights you used to have. Your best friend, Shoto Todoroki, you missed him too. He would always pop up at your house during random times but you absolutely loved it.

Now you’re a best-selling author with interviews, tours, and signings every free moment you had and it was exhausting. You missed them, you missed their presence and calls. You missed their voice, their hugs, just everything about them. You fell in love with them, but knowing your very busy schedule you didn’t want them to feel neglected. So you ended up pushing them away.

You’ve been alone ever since. You barely have time to be home because you’re always on the road, riding past those times where you and Shoto would spend together. Today was a huge day for you, the one you both dreamed about ever since you started writing, a panel for you to talk about your book and your creative process. Shoto would always talk about how amazing it will be when you finally hit this goal.

“Hey Y/N, You know you’re a great writer right?” Shoto tells you while looking through your most recent work.

“Eh I doubt that I’ll ever be big though Sho, but thank you for the compliment.” You say slightly blushing.

“Don’t doubt yourself, you know your work is good and that it should be shared with the world. Even this book, oh man I can’t wait to see what happens between the girl and the best friend.” Both of his eyes finding yours and pulling you closer to him resting your head on his thighs.

“Hey Sho, if something were to happen to us, would you still be this supportive of me?” You look up at him with pleading eyes.

“Now what kind of stupid question is that. Of course, I would be your biggest fan even if you get your own panel to talk about your book, I will be there, I promise. Don’t go thinking you can get rid of me now.” Shoto says while chuckling.

You remember that memory loud and clear, now that you’ve finally made it you wonder if Shoto kept his promise. Nervous and excited you step onto the stage ready to take on your panel.

~~~~

“And I am afraid that’s all the time we have today folks! Don’t forget I have a signing in about 30 minutes right down the hall! I can’t wait to meet you all.” You say ending your panel and walking backstage.

You spot that perfectly comfortable couch and plop down on it face first. All you wanted to do right now is sleep, but also cry, and then sleep some more.

“You better not be going to sleep brat, you have a signing in 30, and you know how long it takes you to get dressed.” Your manager, Katsuki Bakugou says walking into the room.

“Lemme sleep for 15 then Katsuki, I’m exhausted.” You say face still smushed into the couch.

“Are you tired or is this about Shoto not showing up.” He says in a questioning tone.

You take your face out of the couch to lay your head on the side to look at him, “You remember that?”

“Of course I do, I’m your damn manager,” Bakugou says staring straight at you.

“Oh come on Katsuki, Don’t be too hard on her. I’m sure he will show up y/n, he did promise you right?” Your Stylist, Ochako Uraraka said while rubbing your arm.

You looked up at her and sighed “Yeah he did. He was never the one to break promises though.”

“Well maybe he’s here but in a disguise? I bet you’ll see him later.” She said before pulling you into a big hug.

“Yeah!! I’m sure he will come y/n, like Ochako said, You’ll see him later!!” Your other manager, Izuku Midoriya said.

“Thank you ‘Chako, Thank you Zuku, and thank you Katsuki. I guess it’s show time?” You said lifting yourself up off the couch.

“Yeah!! I got the perfect outfit for you too!!” Ochako screams with delight and leads you to a dressing room.

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The meet and greet started ages ago and you haven’t seen Shoto at all. He said he will be here and he hasn’t shown his beautiful face just yet.

In the process of zoning out another fan came to the table, but this time there was something different about them. Instead of opening up the cover page for you to sign, they opened the page that stores the key to why you started being distant to Shoto.

In highlighted words you saw the quote that you would always get questions about, it took your world by storm.

“Falling in love with my best friend… it is the most destructive thing i have ever done.” sitting there jumping out of the page highlighted by a blue highlighter.

But then you realized that the only person to use a blue highlighter so excessively was… no it can’t be him.

You lifted your head up looking at the fan, “Shoto?” You quietly asked.

“Damn, I know this disguise wouldn’t work. But yeah, It’s me.” He says taking you into his arms. Knowing you’ll cry in his shoulder.

He actually came and you couldn’t believe it. All these times of being so lonely, Shoto walked back into your life when you needed it the most.

You hugged him even tighter and said “I missed you so much” only for him to respond with “I know you did, I’m so happy I came back to you.”

Shoto lifts your head up by your chin with his finger so he can see the real you. He missed you and he missed this. His hands move to rest on your cheeks and he pulls you in for a long heated kiss, not worrying about the fans behind him.

Once he broke the kiss, his forehead rests against yours, you both breathing light and chucking at the same time.

“Guess what y/n” You lifted your eyes up to gaze into his. “I fell in love with you too.” He says before reconnecting the kiss you once just had.

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fruitcoops · 3 years

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Hi hello I would love to know more about this tidbit from your oher fic? “Three months after we moved in together, Remus slept on the couch for a week because he hated the way I left toothpaste on the sink.” “I wasn’t even angry about the toothpaste.” Remus got up to refill Leo’s water glass. “I was scared we were moving too fast and that everything would fall apart.” pretty please with puppy dog eyes?

Anything for you, Beyonce! Hope you enjoy your trip on the angst train >:)

Coops credit goes to @lumosinlove!

TW for couples arguments, self-isolation, mild anxiety

Day 1

“Oh my god, Sirius.” Remus shoved his toothbrush back in the holder more aggressively than he probably needed to. His hands were shaking, though whether it was from rage or something else, he wasn’t sure.

“What?”

“Really? Again?”

“What?” Sirius asked again. He had the nerve to sound truly bewildered and the bed creaked as he stood up. “What did I do?”

“You left the toothpaste uncapped and it’s all over the sink,” Remus sighed, running his hand down his face. It was too late to fight about this.

Sirius gave him a look. “Re, there’s literally one smudge.” He swiped it away with his thumb. “There. Better?”

“No, it’s not better. I told you I hate it when you do that.”

“Are you okay? You seem…upset.”

“No shit, Sherlock,” he snapped. Sirius recoiled at his tone and he bit back a second retort. “Look, I’ll be downstairs if you need me.”

“What—sweetheart—”

“Don’t call me sweetheart, okay?” Remus grabbed a fresh set of pajama pants and a long-sleeved shirt out of the dresser. He couldn’t handle being surrounded by Sirius’ smell right now. “Just…not tonight.”

Day Two

They ate breakfast silently. Every ping of Sirius’ spoon against his cereal bowl was like nails on a chalkboard as he choked down a slice of toast and all but chugged his coffee. “So…” Sirius started, looking up at him from under his eyelashes. “Do you want to talk about what happened last night?”

“Not really,” Remus muttered. “I’m going to run to Target and get some groceries.”

“In your pajamas?”

Remus went upstairs without a word. He slept on the living room couch again that night and tried desperately not to miss Sirius’ solid warmth next to him. This is good for you both, he repeated again and again and again. Space is good. Space is healthy.

Day Three

Sirius didn’t bring it up again, but he stole quick, worried glances that Remus caught in his periphery whenever they were in the same room together. There was a gentle knock on the living room doorframe and he poked his head in, offering Remus a grilled cheese sandwich that basically broke his heart. “I’m really sorry about the toothpaste,” he said softly when Remus didn’t respond. “Um, I made dinner, but you seemed busy. So. Here.”

“Thanks,” Remus managed. As soon as he heard the bedroom door close upstairs, silent tears began streaking down his face. The sandwich tasted like sawdust. “You need to breathe,” he reminded himself. “If you move too fast it’s going to fall apart. If you can’t exist apart then you won’t be healthy together.”

And yet somehow he was unhappier than he had been in more than three months, even when they were still living in the same house.

Day Four

Remus ran errands. Hung out with Lily in the park. Made lunch and left a brief note next to the crock pot for Sirius to find when he was done working out. Love you, it read. Simple. Normal. Healthy.

His back was beginning to cramp from the too-small couch. His feet were cold every night. Lily’s silent concern played over and over again in his head as he drifted into a fitful sleep.

Day Five

It was getting easier to create distance with Sirius despite the fact that they shared most spaces. He offered quick smiles when they passed each other in the hallway, chaste kisses whenever he left the house, and even scooted over to make room for him on the couch when the Avatar reruns started on Nickelodeon.

“Remus, are you mad at me?” Sirius asked after a period of suffocating silence. Hearing him say his name was strange—his accent curled around it in an unfamiliar way, like he was making a conscious effort not to slip up. Remus squeezed his eyes shut. It was agonizing to be so close to him and yet so far away. They always cuddled on the couch.

“No,” Remus said in a small voice. “No, I’m not mad at you.”

“Is this…are you breaking up with me?” From the soft huff of air that came after it, Remus knew he had been sitting on this for a long time.

“What? No!” He turned, making eye contact for the first time in days. It was brutal and made him feel raw. “No, I love you.”

Sirius’ shoulders folded in slightly and he fidgeted with the edge of the blanket. “Are you coming back to bed soon?”

“I—I don’t know,” Remus forced himself to say. I love you! He wanted to scream. I love you so much it’s scaring me. I miss everything about you, even the toothpaste smudges on the sink and the way you look at me when you find more of my socks scattered around. I miss holding you and racing shopping carts in Target with you. I miss your laugh and your smile and just being near you. “Probably. I’m not sure. I’m sorry.”

“Take your time.” The words sounded like they pained him. “Take all the time you need.”

“This isn’t payback,” Remus said. “Sirius, this is not payback for the time we spent hiding, okay?”

Sirius gave him an astonished look. “How did you…?”

“Because I know you.” He was miserable. So fucking miserable. “I know you, Sirius, and I don’t want to hurt you.”

One question hung unspoken between them. Then why are you staying away?

Day Six

Sirius was gone when he woke up, but a sticky note in his careful handwriting rested on the end table near Remus’ face. He frowned as he sat up—he been too drained to deal with tangled blankets when he went to sleep, but sometime in the night they had been smoothed all the way up to his shoulder and a second one had been added to cover his feet. Remus shoved down the urge to burst into tears and grabbed the note to distract himself.

Remus, it began. Ouch.

Pots and I are taking Harry to the park today, I’ll be back around six. Lily said she wanted to talk with you at some point so keep an eye out for her calls. Thanks for picking up extra pasta at the store.

Love you,

Sirius

He smoothed his thumb over the note, feeling each bump and curl of Sirius’ pencil because his vision was too blurry to make out the words a second, third, fourth time. “This is bullshit,” he said to himself. “This is bullshit!”

When the slight echo of his shout faded out, he set it back on the table and curled up, drawing both blankets tight around himself. “Why am I doing this?”

1. You had sex before you went on a real date

2. You went through a traumatic event and are still working through it

3. You’re so fucking scared of how much you love him

4. You want to spend forever with him because he’s your best friend, too

5. Normal couples date for at least a year before moving in together

6. Normal couples—

“Fuck it.” He shook his head to clear the anxiety list from his brain. He had been reciting it to himself for days as some sort of convoluted justification. “Fuck it. I love him and this is bad for both of us. So what if we’re not a normal couple? What the hell is a normal couple? We’re never going to be normal and I love him, I love him, I…”

The low sobs that resonated in his chest burned in the best way. His breathing was even, but he just couldn’t repress this anymore. “I’m a coward,” he sniffled, sliding further under the heavy blankets. His pajamas only smelled like laundry detergent and regret. “And an idiot.”

The phone rang and he picked it up. “Hey, Lils.”

“Well, you sound like a wreck.”

“I know.”

“What’s going on, Re?”

“I’m an idiot.”

“And?”

“And I’m in love with him.”

“And?”

“I’m done self-flagellating to try and fit the societal standards of a healthy relationship based on heterosexuality.”

“There’s my Remus,” she said. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“Not really.”

“Are you okay? I was worried about you.”

“Better now. I’ll fix this when Sirius gets home.”

“Good. You’re both suffering from this.”

Day Seven

When Remus woke up, it was pitch-black outside. “Oh, fuck,” he whispered to the ceiling, scrubbing at his itchy eyes. The wall clock read 12:06. After another thirty minutes of crying, he had cleaned the whole house top to bottom, went for a run, and then apparently passed out on the couch for five hours.

Fix this. In any other circumstance, Remus would have spent at least an hour fretting over every tiny detail. But this was Sirius. This was about owning the fact that he was happiest with Sirius and that he had unintentionally hurt him by trying to create distance that they didn’t actually need.

With a heavy sigh, he dragged himself up the stairs and knocked softly on the bedroom door. There was a moment of silence, then a sleepy voice. “Re?”

“Hey, baby. Can I come in?”

“Yeah.”

Sirius hadn’t bothered turning on the light, so the room was dark as he slipped in and closed the door behind him. Sudden nervousness washed through him. “I’m sorry.”

There was a rustle as Sirius sat up. “Why did you do that?”

“I thought—” His mouth was so dry. “It’s so stupid.”

“Please tell me.”

“I thought we needed space. I didn’t want space, you didn’t want space, but I was afraid we were moving too fast and that we’d suddenly wake up one morning and hate each other. That everything would crumble because we rushed into everything.”

“Hmmm.”

“Are you mad at me?”

“After day three, yeah. And then I was just worried. You seemed really unhappy and I didn’t know why.” Sirius paused. “Um, I called your mom.”

“What? When?”

“Friday morning. That was what, day…four? I heard you crying downstairs and I was afraid someone had died or something.” His voice wobbled. “She was worried, too, but she said you might just need to work through it.”

“I’m so sorry, Sirius.”

“I know.”

“Can I…?”

“C’mere.” Sirius reached over and lifted the edge of the covers up on Remus’ side—as far as he could tell, they had been left tucked in the whole time. “I love you,” he murmured as Remus curled up.

“I love you so much.” He carefully reached out and brushed their hands together, and Sirius wrapped an arm around him to pull him close. “So much, you have no idea. That was the worst week.”

Sirius’ heartbeat was steady as Remus kissed the top of his head and melted into his warmth. “I capped the toothpaste in the bathroom.”

When Remus laughed, it was a little teary. “I say this with all the love in the world, Sirius, but I couldn’t care less about the goddamn toothpaste. I care about you.”

His hold tightened and Remus squeezed his eyes shut. I know, it said. I’ve got you. I love you. You can stay.

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I am alive! Long, rambly post ahead.

So. I did a thing. After 2 or 3 years on a waiting list of therapy, I got it. Good right? Ahuh...

A weekly appointment at 10.30 am is apparently my kryptonite.

It was fine at first, but I got utterly sidelined with the cumulative effect and the fact I wasn't able to reset my energy. But, I was determined like, I'd breakthrough.

Uh. That did not happen. All I could do was attend that appointment. For the first time since I started writing again post house explosion, I couldn't even write. I managed to not some ideas down. Carry on a few plots in my head. Still, even with my insomnia, I was stuck with my facemask on, desperately trying to get enough energy to eat, and occasionally failing even that.

After I had to take a break for a few weeks running for dental appointments and Covid Vaccines, I gained enough energy back to do that look around and reflect thing.

Hell, I might not have been perfect before this, but I enjoyed things. I chatted with friends. I lurked in the Stark Tower discord plotting new ideas. I got to write. I got to do real-world hobbies. I got to spend time awake with my partners!

So, after my vaccine and several days with a very high fever, I kind of decided. Fuck it. This isn't worth it. I have clawed my little part of this world out, and I am not going to lose it.

Sometimes you have to weigh up the cost-benefit analysis. What good may come from these 16 appointments was utterly stopper by the bomb dropped on my life. So I came out of my fever cave of blankets, had an incredibly hot bath and decided this wasn't working.

The early appointment alone was killing me; I am crepuscular by nature. Not being sarcastic there; this is how I have dealt with severe levels of insomnia since age 12. I tried being an average human that wakes up in the morning and goes to bed at night for decades, and it didn't work. I am most active after 11 pm, and I nap during the day. It's not a perfect fix; if it were, the Gold series would literally not exist as that is my Insomnia in a cape. However, sleeping at least once in a 24 hour period nearly every day is THE WIN. Being not awake at 10.30 am, but already at an appointment, where I was expected to be coherent? Weekly? With no variable illnesses? Even the stint in hospital I had was around me making these appointments... Not getting better from fall.

Honestly, I have no idea what past me was thinking, but after they went to 2 or 3 appointments and didn't feel too bad, they committed hard to this course of action. That was a mistake that I thought I had learned a long time ago, that assessing the work-life balance is critical. This might not be work, but it was the same thing.

So, How am I doing? Better. Not aces, but the Covid fever of doom made me miss last weeks appointment. The week before, it was the Covid.2 Jab and today I had the dentist.

And this morning, before my dental appointment, I started writing. My partners were over the moon. I am not back on full capacitor yet, but I am clawing my way back. Heck, I felt alive enough to prat about in the garden as my partner wanted to take a few pics of me given my pairing of BRIGHT TOXIC GREEN tights and lace trousers. I realised I hadn't set foot in the garden since this therapy thing started. My dog, Loki, was bouncing around like a loon bringing me every stashed ball he could find.

If anything gives you clarity, it's the excitement of a collie confronted with man balls, your partner's joy at you starting something you love again and actually feeling like a human being.

Ness is calling the therapy people when she gets the social confidence points required to deal with bombing me out of this whilst being my stalwart wall, so I don't get bullied onto the phone (hello, Hemiplegic Migraine) or guilted back into just trying a few more sessions.

It's not like my therapist was bad. He was cool. He dealt with this ADHD, Autistic, Severe Insomniac, Asexual weirdo and never once questioned any of these identifiers. I just don't have the energy to do anything back to back, week after week, at 10.30 am—even fun things.

So, I am probably going to sleep a lot. I am not back to my previous form yet; my Hubs is saying I made it out of the cave, but I still have Palladium Poisoning because apparently, I have infected his brain to think of things in Iron Man metaphors.

This is a bit all over, but I felt like I wanted to get it down. Especially for anyone worried about my sudden absence.

TLDR, the road to hell is lined with good intentions; sometimes the good thing becomes the bad thing, sometimes you lose yourself trying to do things the right way, and everything ends up wrong. Sometimes the right thing is the thing people see as wrong. All I know is that I wrote something for the first time this morning because of insomnia, and I couldn't be happier. My mind is starting to pick up speed again, this dense dog of confusion, exhaustion and pain is clearing, and I have goals.

Which I think is what really matters, right?

Oh, side note, some things did get done whilst I was busy being a zombie. After nearly 3 decades of waiting, at 33 (yeah, I've wanted to change my name a long ass time.) I got my name changed! So I can sign this off in a way that makes me smile. I dropped my old first name, and took my first middle name as my new forname. (I was, and still am, one of those ginormous name people.) I also went back in history and timestoned my surname. (So, I was named utterly after my dad. Literally, I have the female version of his name >.< but I wanted to keep that connection to my genealogy whilst not having my dads name.) Boom.

Enjoy the earlier mentioned pictures of me pratting about in the garden. I am a photographer. I do not know how to pose. What you are seeing is sarcasm 😅. (If you want to know where the fabulous tights came from, Google Snag Tights. They are truly a miracle and a gift from the Gods. They have actual sizes and don't tear after one wear, even if you are more leg than human. So you stretch and destroy tights by walking.)

- Morgan / M-Mac-C

#easily excitable autistic woman #i am so tired #therapy #life kicked my ass #sleeping all the time is lonely as feck #name change #MMacC is the new me

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