#I miss training so much I miss fencing I miss how much it helped me to let all my anxiety out

[koishiro]

# - 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐏𝐔𝐏𝐏𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 : Gojo watches from the sidelines as his son gradually falls in love with you.

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 : fluff

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 : kids romance, gojo being the best dad!

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The first time Gojo noticed you was on the platform of Kyoto Station. It was time for another school year so he was there to drop young Megumi off at the station which would lead to his new primary school.

“Do you have everything with you?” Gojo asks his son, mentally counting all of his things once more. When he doesn’t get a response back he looks at Megumi who stared off at something amongst the crowd.

“‘Gumi?” He tries again to catch the 6 year old’s attention, but he’s fully focused somewhere else. The platform was busy with people, all wishing their children luck on their first day so it was difficult to see where Megumi’s eyes were trained. But as his father, and no-less possessing the six eyes, he knew exactly what had caught his attention.

Slightly further down the platform, Gojo caught sight of you standing there, laughing and smiling with your family who were also there to drop you off. That was the first time Gojo saw you. He didn’t know who you were, but he had a feeling that, with a little coaxing, he would later on.

“‘Gumi, pay attention to your father!” Gojo whined at his son, causing Megumi to turn his attention back to the kneeling man. “Sorry, what were you saying?”

Gojo gave him a smile, “I was just making sure that you had everything with you and that you don’t forget about me okay?” He pouted before hugging him, much to Megumi’s refusal, just before the platform announcement came.

Megumi just rolls his eyes in response and makes his way on the train. Gojo turns around to look at you once more and sees that you’re doing the same, delivering one last goodbye before boarding the train, flashing a big smile towards Megumi beforehand. Gojo can’t help but smile when he notices a red hue staining the boy’s face.

Gojo waved enthusiastically at Megumi who sat at a window seat, hoping he wouldn’t cause too much trouble in school - unlike last year.

The end of his first day came and Megumi prepared himself as he made his way off the train “‘Gumi!” Gojo pushed himself through the crowd, passing other parents as he bee-lined towards Megumi, “I missed you my little mochi!”

Megumi whipped his head towards the white-haired man barrelling his way towards him, a grimace on his face when he’s practically to the ground.

“How was your first day? Did you get into any trouble? I don’t want any calls from your teachers again!” Megumi seemed to curl in on himself, embarrassed by his dad’s constant pestering.

Halfway through his rant Gojo noticed the far away look Megumi had as he stared at something or someone behind his crouched figure.

Turning around he noticed you stood not too far away, giggling and failing to hide your smile as you watched Gojo fuss over the young boy. Turning back to face the raven-haired boy he had to try and contain a smile of his own as he watched the way Megumi tried to hide his small body behind Gojo’s.

Y/n, that was your name. At least that’s what he heard through the boisterous crowd not too long ago. Maybe it was time to let Megumi go, figure his own way in the world.

The next time Gojo chooses to embarrass Megumi was sports day. While Megumi was sat cross-legged on the field with his team, Gojo was behind the fence with the other parents cheering obnoxiously loud.

He even took it upon himself to wear a custom shirt with Megumi’s face plastered on it with the words: meGOmi. And if it couldn’t get any worse, you had walked up to him earlier and commented on how ‘enthusiastic’ his dad was.

So when it finally came to Megumi’s turn during the footrace Gojo couldn’t help but practically scream out Megumi’s name and a few words of encouragement.

“You can do it my sweet Megumi! Remember the bet I have going on with the other parents! IF YOU DON’T MAKE THAT FINISH LINE YOU’RE SLEEPING ON THE COUCH FOR THE NEXT MONTH — I HAVE A REPUTATION TO HOLD UP!”

This caused Megumi to hide his face in the collar of his top, hiding from any prying eyes and especially a pair of honey-brown ones.

Of course Gojo couldn’t contain himself when he saw this and continued with his uplifting words, advocating himself as Megumi’s personal wingman, “Do it for your girlfriend!”

This caused Megumi to trip over his own foot, face-planting and resulting in a mouthful of dirt as he kept his eyes to the ground-now blown wide in bewilderment, too shocked to hear the whistle signalling the start of the race.

Even at the end of the race, Gojo continued his pestering as he made his way over to the boy, “how could you do this to me ‘Gumi?! Do you know how much money I put on you - oh hey, isn’t that Y/n?”

Whipping his head up Megumi made eye contact once more with your warm ones walking his way.

“Y/n! Did you see my Megumi? I think he needs some encouragement huh” smiling up at the 6’2 man, you failed to keep a small giggle to yourself, “he’s still a winner to me”

A bright red blush spread over the boy’s face at this, his eyes focusing anywhere but you. Walking closer towards Megumi you planted a quick peck to his cheek, wishing him luck on the next race before making your way back to your own team.

“If that’s not encouragement, I don’t know what is”

But it didn’t end there. Gojo had planned to visit the shop’s later that afternoon, wanting to grab a hold of some limited edition mochi he kept going on about.

But for some reason the now 8 year old Megumi stood awkwardly in the middle of the room, watching his dad grab his keys and wallet, “what’s up ‘Gumi?”

He shuffles in his spot for a moment, “Can I come with you?” Megumi quietly asks, his voice small and almost silent. Something Gojo is not too familiar with. Megumi never liked joining Gojo when he went out, according to him it takes too long.

“…Is this where you finally admit that you want to spend time with your ever-so-loving father?” Gojo boasts with a hand to his heart. Of course though, Gojo knows all too well that there must be a reason for his son to suddenly want to join and it definitely wasn’t to spend time with his dad.

Narrowing his eyes at the small boy, he probes further, “What’s the occasion?”

“…does there have to be a reason?” Gojo sends his son a questioning look, which causes Megumi to realise that his father knows him all too well. “I want to buy a Christmas present.” He quietly admits.

“Oh do you now? And for whom is this present for exactly?”

Megumi flusters at this as he wrings his hands together, “…for y/n”

Gojo smiles. It’s for the girl that he hasn’t been able to stop talking about - well, unknowingly that is. Ever since that kiss two years ago, he’s mentioned your name numerous times. So many times that it feels like Gojo practically know you.

Megumi always finds a way to include your name in things whether it being the food he’s eating coincidentally being your favourite, noticing a figurine advertised on tv which you happen to have a keyring of on your book bag, or how the laundry detergent reminds him of you every time you pass in the halls. Little things that he himself doesn’t notice he mentions but Gojo sure does.

Which led to where Megumi found himself now, trailing after the over-enthusiastic man to find the perfect gift for you. “I want it to be special” Megumi reminds the older male, sighing as he walks out from yet another store.

“Y/n must be special huh, the way you put so much effort into finding something special for her” Gojo stuffs his cotton-clad hands in the pockets of his winter coat as he slows down to match the steps of the gloomy looking boy, seemingly deep in thought.

“I’d be happy with a bag of Mochi honestly”

Megumi deadpans up at his father, “Good thing it’s not for you then huh” he pauses for a second before continuing in a smaller voice,

“I just-I feel… this just has to be different okay?”

Gojo just smiles down at the boy, a distant look on his face, knowing all too well what Megumi was feeling.

“Eight year old’s these days”

The next time Gojo saw you was at Jujutsu High, now 14 years old. Gojo hasn’t had the pleasure of teaching you at the school yet since you were placed in a separate class to Megumi, much to both of the boys dismay.

You and Megumi were sitting on a bench, clearly close with the almost non-existent space between the two. The way you two were laughing together at something the other said caused Gojo to slow to a stop. He couldn’t help but stare, a face of longing as he gazed at the two teenagers.

When was the last time he had seen Megumi laugh let alone smile? He couldn’t even hug Megumi without some sort of complaint along with a futile attempt at wriggling out of his hold.

Gojo couldn’t miss what he never had but he sure could hope, and damn the heavens; this was what Gojo had always hoped for, to see his son happy - he deserved to be happy.

Gojo was stood not too far away from where you both sat, unknowing of the emotional man staring.

That was until Megumi turned his head towards where the sorcerer stood. Megumi’s eyes widened, shock clear in his eyes at seeing his dad watching on.

Swiftly, Megumi makes his way towards him, “what are you doing standing there for?”

“Ah Megumi! Just reminiscing” Gojo greets his son, “I was just passing, got a meeting with the higher-ups, I’m probably late anyway” he scratches his head as he discreetly hides a paper bag, no doubt filled to the brim with sweets, behind his back.

“And you must be y/n!” Gojo says as you catch up with Megumi, now standing beside him. “The last time I saw you was when you kis-“

Quickly slapping a hand over the sorcerer’s mouth, Megumi was quick to interject, “kissed the ground! When I face-planted aha, remember that? Funny huh?”

Gojo just smiled behind the boy’s hand, deciding he’s teased him enough.

Although he doesn’t fail to notice the silver necklace around your neck. The same necklace he and Megumi went to look for as a ‘Christmas present’ for you. You still wear it, six years later.

A few months went by after that, Gojo had been patrolling the dorm hallways making sure everyone stayed where they were supposed to instead of sneaking off when he suddenly collided with a small figure barrelling their way down towards the girl’s dorms.

Looking down he was met with your worried eyes, “I’m so sorry sensei! I know it’s past curfew- I was held up but I’m on my way to my room now!” You rushed out.

Gojo shines up into a smile right away, clearly happy to see you, “Ah L/n~ Don’t worry about it, I’m no prude like that old man” he waves off.

As he says this Gojo looks down to see a plastic bag you were holding in your right hand. Noticing where his stare was directed you offered an explanation, “I went to buy some things I was running out of in my fridge, I was held up in a queue which is why I was running behind curfew”

Breaking out into a wide grin, Gojo more than happily replies, “Ah you really are wife material! It makes me so happy that my little ‘Gumi finally has someone he likes this much, honestly he’s starting to give me a headache with the amount of times you’re brought up” Gojo jokes but stops as soon as he catches the expression on your face.

“Megumi likes me?”

Gojo, by reflex, slaps a hand over his mouth. He really thought that Megumi had already told you. Something he expressed he was going to do one night weeks ago.

“Ah… so I see he didn’t tell you”

That night Gojo paced his friend’s room (or so that’s what Gojo calls him), waiting for the dreaded sound of a notification to pierce straight through his heart.

“Sit down”, came the bland tone of a certain blond, “worrying won’t solve anything”

“Maybe if I circle fast enough I can create my very own whirlpool which’ll suck me in, never to be seen again”

At this, Nanami placed his newspaper neatly on his coffee table before leaning over to grab the nearly forgotten cup of coffee. “This shouldn’t come to a surprise to Megumi, you can never keep your mouth closed”

“You know what, you’re right Nanamin! I’m not worried-why should I be? This was meant to be weeks ago-weeks, how was I to know any different?”

“So the fact that your phone is practically vibrating off the table doesn’t worry you?” Nanami hides his smug smile behind the rim of his mug.

Virtually diving for his phone Gojo rushes to open the message, prepared for the worst,

“I guess the letter was good news?” Nanami asks from the smile Gojo has plastered on his face.

Winter came later that year, Gojo was inside straying away from the cold outside. Opting to gather more wood the rack near the back door he caught a glimpse of something whizzing passed the window before hearing a muffled ‘hmph!’

Peering through the window Gojo caught sight of Megumi lying on his back with a face full of snow, making no movement to get back up.

“Oh my god, Megs! Are you okay? I’m sorry!” Gojo heard the muffled laughter of his son’s girlfriend as you made your way over to lend a hand.

This didn’t quite work in your favour though, soon joining the boy on the snow covered ground and laughter filling the air, “I am now that you’re down here”

Not even the sun on this beautiful morning was shining as much as the smile on Megumi’s face.

Just like before, Gojo stared off, a peaceful smile on his face. This was definitely more than just puppy love.

He knew from there on that Megumi would be okay, as long as he’s with you.

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=͟͟͞͞ ⌧ 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐋 : I saw this pic of baby megumi on Pinterest and I couldn’t help myself ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱

— 𝘒𝘰𝘪 𝘹𝘰

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[beenbaanbuun]

meet me in the woods w/ Mingi

words - 3.5k

genre - fluff, friends to lovers, college!au

warnings - emo!mingi, drummer!mingi, pink!mingi, fangirl!reader, kissing, mentions of seasonal depression, mentions of a broken ankle, reader is down bad, so is mingi, they’re both idiots in love, kind of groping but not really sexual

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there’s still a chill in the air as the seasons flip from winter to spring. it shows in the way the air around you fogs up with every breath you exhale and the way the skin of your exposed thighs pricks up in little bumps. realistically you should’ve worn a pair of jeans rather than a skirt, but that would defeat the point of this whole thing you had going on. a sort of good-riddance-to-winter protest, in which you try to ignore the fact that winter was very much still in play.

although you have to admit you may have been a little too eager. you claim to have your reasons to pretend that winter is already over, but even those reasons seem a little obsolete as you sit on the picnic table awning, shivering every few seconds. perhaps your way of saying goodbye to your particularly bad bout of seasonal depression will have to be shoved to the back of your closet for a few more weeks. just until you're sure you won’t get frostbite.

you shuffle back a few inches, just enough to give yourself room to swing your legs back onto the awning. you have to go down the way you came up; that was a lesson you’d learned the hard way. a broken ankle and a particularly long lecture from your mother about making ‘sensible decisions’ was not something you care to repeat. she, of course, would blow a fuse if she knew you still frequent this spot years later, but what she doesn’t know can’t hurt her. besides, you’re well trained in how to get up and down from your favourite thinking spot, now.

you already have one leg up when you hear a creek coming from behind you. your neck twists in time to see a hand slam itself down on the wooden surface, fingers splayed as they work their hardest to pull the attached body higher up. you recognise the rings like the back of your hand and as you watch mingi struggle, you can’t help but sigh.

“how many times have i told you how to get up here?” you grumble, loud enough for him to hear over his own strained grunts. the single hand that you can see moves until you can see a middle finger pointed in your direction, and you have to laugh, “you seriously can’t remember? right hand on the roof, left foot on the fence, and push yourself up.”

even without seeing his face you can tell he’s rolling his eyes at you. he’s heard this lecture from you a bajillion times before, and yet he never learns. it’s always right hand, right foot and pull with him - almost the exact opposite of how you instruct him.

“have you considered that i’m, like, twice the size of you?” he says as he corrects his form and finally manages to raise himself up. he swings his right knee onto the platform and rolls his gangly form onto it. you’ve seen more grace from a new-born horse, but you keep that to yourself as you watch him sit himself up and shuffle closer.

“if anything that would make it easier for you, y’know, since you don’t have to jump to reach the roof.”

you turn your body back to how it was, dropping your legs again so you can swing them over the ledge. the platform looks out over nothing but forest, and you quickly find a particular branch to focus your eyes on as the giant sits in his spot next to you. your hands subconsciously brush over the pair of initials that have been scratched into the wood when you were both teenagers. a small, neat set done with a whittling knife stolen from your father, sitting just beneath a much larger, much messier SMG that mingi had done with the biggest kitchen knife he could find. his mother never did discover how her carving knife missing for a few hours only to return to the knife block covered in moss and dirt.

“yeah, yeah,” he mutters as he drops his legs down to swing them at the side of yours. your pink sneakers look a little out of place besides his platform doc martin’s that he always wears, despite not needing the extra height, but somehow the contrast feels natural to you, “i thought i’d find you up here. went to your dorm to search for you but your roommate said you were out.”

“and you assumed i was here?” he nods, not bothering to look at you. he too has found a distant branch to focus on.

“where else would you be?” he nudges you with an elbow, “god knows you don’t go to your lectures…”

he’s right about that. you’d given up on college very early into freshman year, and yet you’re somehow still passing. not well, you have to admit, but enough to get a degree at the end of the year.

“my classes suck, mingi,” you clarify as you rip your focus away from that one specific branch. looking at the same thing was getting kind of boring, you realise, so instead you lay down on the dirty wood and stare up at the canopy. the february sun only just pokes through the fir-canopy, dousing you in just enough light to make your skin a little warmer. there was that heat you were hoping for earlier, “why would i go to them when clearly i can pass without?”

“fair point.”

you close your eyes, basking in the light that bathes you. there’s still a slight breeze that makes the fir needles rustle above you, a few of them raining down whenever a particularly strong gust comes along. one lands on your thigh, but it’s quickly brushed off and replaced by mingi’s warm hand. he must’ve been keeping it in the pocket of his oversized korn hoodie, you think to yourself as he squeezes your thigh.

the hoodie is an old favourite of yours. you’d bought it for him a couple of years ago, and it had soon joined what you like to call ‘the elites’ - the small collection of about three hoodies that he had in permanent rotation. it fit him better now than when you first bought it for him. he’d bulked up a lot, after all.

you still couldn’t get the sweet image of him opening the gift with a wide grin on his face out of your head.

he kissed your cheek on that day.

you always seem to blush at the memory.

“why did you come searching for me, anyway?” you say after a few moments of silence. his hand remains firm on your thigh, fingers drumming a rhythm against your leg gently, “don’t you have cooler people to be hanging out with?”

he hums, “all the cool people i know are busy today,” you swing your foot to the side to kick his shin. he lets out a laugh at the little tap - he knows you can kick harder than that - before giving your thigh a gentle tap in return, “besides, maybe i want to hear about all your little kpop groups.”

you scoff at him.

“no, you don’t.”

“no,” mingi agrees, “i don’t. but i do want to spend time with my favourite little fangirl.”

you giggle at him, opening your eyes just in time to see him turn to you with a wonky grin on his face. it seems he’s bored of staring at his branch too since his gaze doesn’t go back to it after a few seconds. it remains on you, boba-pearl pupils staring into your own as the rays of sun make them glisten.

he looks cute like this, you think to yourself. his short pink hair rustles as the wind blows it about. for a man who made so much fuss about the colour when you first dyed it, it has taken him a long time for him to go back to the bleach blonde that he loves so much. part of you likes to think it’s so he can match your own pastel pink hair - that’s a normal thing for best friends to do, right? - but you also know that he’s fiercely protective over his hair and definitely wouldn’t keep it just for your sake.

it needs a trim, you think to yourself as you watch it brush against his eyebrows. you wonder if he’ll let you do it again. he hated it the last time, so you assume the answer will be no. then again, there’s no harm in asking, right? you make a mental note to do so later, wanting nothing more than to see the same cute pout he wore last time you butchered his hair. it’s an expression that he only ever wears around you, much like that sweet smile he’d had moments prior. it’s a softness that he keeps close to his chest, a far cry from the cool exterior he tries to keep when he’s around everyone else. not that you mind the tougher side of him - it’s hot… really hot - but the sweet giggles and adorable nose scrunches will always be your favourite things about him.

“you said everyone else was busy?” you mutter, not bothering to break eye contact to go back to sunbathing. he takes the hint, and brings his legs fully onto the platform so he can face you fully. it’s much better, you think, this way you can see him more clearly, “what are they doing?”

he shrugs.

“i don’t know,” he begins to rub your thigh up and down subconsciously. he does it a lot when he’s talking. if it’s not your thigh - which it usually always is - then it’s his own, or the arm of a chair. it’s just something to keep his hands busy, you suppose, “i think some of the guys wanted to go over melodies, which they don’t need me for. jongho was saying he thinks it’d be cool if there’s a section where his voice and san’s guitar are kind of in sync? i don’t know, it sounds cool in theory but i don’t know if san’s guitar style necessarily matches jongho’s vocal style well enough to do that.”

you watch as his face lights up, just like it always does when he talks about music, or his band. he could talk about their newest ideas for hours, and most of the time you let him. you like to listen to the way his voice rises an octave when he gets excited, and watching his facial expressions never gets old. you love the way he talks with one hand, all while keeping the other firmly on your thigh; or his, or the arm of a chair. it’s nice to see him still so passionate about all the same things he was as a teenager. sometimes you’re even sure you can feel his excitement for him.

it feels an awful lot like butterflies in your stomach.

“and i mean, i know i’m just the drummer but,” you quirk your eyebrow at him and he stops himself talking. a pink flush rises over his face as he realises his slip up, “i didn’t mean just the drummer, i just meant that as the drummer, i don’t know as much about the music theory side as the guitarists do… i hit things, y’know?”

“you hit things very well, though,” you tease, using a manicured finger to poke at his knee. he catches it with the hand that isn’t occupied by your thigh and just holds onto it. its another thing he does a lot; not quite holding your hand, but definitely toeing the line, “and that’s coming from me!”

he rolls his eyes at you, and you were sure that if both his hands weren’t occupied with some other part of your body, he’d make the effort to lean forwards and place a finger over your lips to shush you. again, touching your lips like that it’s just something he does with you, just like almost holding your hands, and playing with your thighs. it’s all completely normal best friend stuff…

except you weren’t this touchy with any other guy. the last time you let a man get this close to you was when wooyoung tried to teach you guitar by moving your fingers into the correct positions for you. there was barely any contact between the two of you, and yet mingi sulked for days. part of you wanted to call it strange, but when you spotted him giving a pretty emo girl his drumsticks after a show, you gave him much of the same attitude.

you wouldn’t call it jealousy, per se, although maybe there was a little bit. mingi was your best friend after all. you have something special with him. something different that you have with no one else and you feel a way that you feel with no one else and-

oh.

oh.

suddenly the hand on your thigh felt very heavy, and you noticed the way his fingertips gently dip under the hem. had they been doing that the whole time? and you couldn’t help but feel like the way his thumb rubbed against the tip of your finger so softly had some type of further meaning behind it. not to mention the neutral yet unbelievably gentle look that took over his features, making him look even more pretty than usual in the scattered rays of light.

his lips were parted every so slightly, revealing that single wonky tooth that you found oh-so adorable. for a second you wondered what they would feel like against your skin, but you soon shunned the thought away as you remembered, oh yeah, the korn sweater. you’d felt them before. you know just how soft and gentle they are. it’s something that often plays on your mind and every time it does, you feel that same burst of excitement built up in your stomach. the one you get when mingi speaks about his passions. the one that feels like butterflies.

it is butterflies. fuck, it’s the whole damn zoo! a stampede of elephants charging though your body each and every time he does something that you find even mildly endearing. it just so happens that you find damn near everything he does endearing. you’d think those elephants would be tired of running by now…

“mingi,” you sigh, breath coming out in a plume of mist. you’d forgotten how cold it was in his presence. being around him just seemed to warm you up, “mingi, come here.”

he furrows his brow, but shuffles a tad closer. you almost groan in disappointment as he takes his hand away from your thigh, the skin immediately growing cold at the lost contact.

“what’s up, sunshine?” you feel em your eyes go wide at the nickname. you don’t know why; he uses it for you all the time.

“mingi, i’m confused… and a little scared,” you admit, although you didn’t know whether it was necessarily the truth. it was probably the closest word to describe how you were feeling though. with the way your heart was threatening to beat through your chest, and the way your stomach churned with nerves and the way your stupid brain had only just managed to catch up with how you had felt all along. it hurt, and it was painful and confusing and yeah, scared was probably a pretty good description.

“scared?” his voice grows serious as his eyes scan you up and down. once he sees that you’re fine physically, they return to your face. he looks just as confused as you feel, “what are you scared about? are you okay? hurt?”

you shake your head, taking in a deep, shaky breath. you let it out in yet another cloud of fog and watch at it floats away into nothing. you wish your butterflies, elephants, would do the same. it would make this whole thing so much easier.

“i’m fine, mingi,” you say, “just scared.”

“can you tell me why?” you nod, although it takes everything in you to do so.

“i want to kiss you,” you admit.

“kiss… me?”

you nod again, feeling a familiar heat rise to your face. the same one you get whenever mingi compliments you, or touches you. you can't believe it’s taken this long to finally figure it all out. it all feels so obvious now.

“i mean… yeah?” he stutters, “kiss me, yeah… yeah that sounds okay- i mean good! it sounds good… kissing, that is.”

if you weren’t feeling completely and utterly out of your depth, you’d have giggled at him. cutie pie you think to yourself before the heat in your body immediately gets more intense, and the elephants not only increase in number but in size too.

it’s now or never. before you can talk yourself out of it, you need to kiss him. because talking yourself out of it could be so easy. you could hop off of the awning, run back to your car and drive back to your dorm. sure, it would hurt when you would inevitably have to lock yourself away in embarrassment and never see mingi again, but time heals all wounds, right? and by the time you’re 50, the pain and embarrassment will have definitely almost healed over…

“so?” he mutters, pulling you back from the fantasy your brain had created, “are you going to do it?”

“i, uh…”

“i mean, i can if you want me to,” he shrugs, trying his hardest to play it cool as if he hadn’t been stuttering seconds prior. as if his face wasn’t just as pink as the mop of hair that sat atop it.

there is nothing cool about this man, you think to yourself as you push yourself into a sitting position. maybe that’s why you’re so attracted to him. his nerdy tendencies had tugged you in, and he’d worked his dorky little ways on you until you were hook line and sinker for him.

down bad, as the kids say. down so horrifically bad…

“i can do it,” you whisper as you look up at him with wide eyes. your lips are mere inches from his own, and his hot breath fans across your cold face. his eyes are on yours just briefly before they flicker down to your lips. they rested there for a second before making their way back up to yours, “i can kiss you,” you whisper.

“you can,” he mutters back, bringing his own face close enough to yours that you’re not even sure a sheet of paper would slip between the two of you. his tongue darts out to wet his own lips, gently brushing against yours too. your breath hitches as your last sliver of resolve vanishes. that’s it, you tell yourself, you can’t hold back anymore.

the tiny gap is closed as you press forwards, slamming your lips against his. your fingers shoot up to lace themselves in the hair at the nape of his neck, and his find a home on your waist. his eyelashes flutter against your face as he shuts his eyes, and you follow his lead, doing the same. it’s nice, you realise, the darkness letting you focus on how his lips feel moving slowly against your own. they fit perfectly, like they were always meant to be there.

he deepens the kiss briefly, tilting his head ever so slightly to get a better angle. it’s a little rougher at this angle, but you can’t find it in you to mind as he takes control. the desperation you feel from him as he moves his lips harshly against your own was something you feel yourself, so you let him take what he needs, taking just as much in return.

and by the time he pulls away, you’re both panting. rapid and hard and together. his lips have barely left your own as he catches his breath, but you don’t pull back either.

“fuck,” he mumbles against your lips, “that was… nice?”

“yeah,” you agree. ‘nice’ seems the best way to describe it, although it was so much more than just that, “it was nice, wasn’t it?”

“so nice, sunshine,” he says. a few beats of a silence pass before he presses his lips against yours again, this time for a much shorter, much more innocent peck. you can’t help but giggle as he pulls away. there’s a grin on his face too, “wish we’d done it sooner, though.”

you nod, “yeah, me too.”

“but we have all the time in the world, right?”

he pecks you again. this one lasts a few milliseconds longer than the last, not that you’re counting. when he pulls away, you chase it. another peck, this time led by you, but equally as brief as the other two. it’s his turn to chuckle.

“cute,” he grins, “you’re so cute.”

you get shy under his words and pull back just a tad. the grip he has on your waist refuses to let you go too far from him. you don’t mind; not at all. the fact he wants you so close actually sends the elephants feral. you feel them reach up to your heart to work their magic on that too. it probably isn’t healthy for it to beat at the speed that it is, but you really can’t help it. the elephants seem to respond to mingi and mingi alone. you don’t mind that either.

not at all.

#ateez x reader #ateez fanfic #ateez oneshot #ateez fluff #ateez scenarios #ateez fic #mingi fluff #mingi scenarios #mingi x reader #mingi fanfic

[cosmicpearlz]

bruised heart

summary: you overheard a conversation that your boyfriends were having.

pairing: xavier thorpe x reader x ajax petropolus

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at first, people at nevermore found the relationship between the three of you weird. but over time, they had gotten used to the dynamic. you didn’t care about the other people witnessing your relationship because you had the boys. they were the sole reason on how you found out your love languages were physical touch and quality time.

“bye yoko! i’m leaving to meet up with xavi and jax,” you waved to your roommate who you were really close with. principal weems decided to pair the two of you up because you guys were both vampires and yoko was able to help you, showing you the ropes of the school and managing being a vampire better.

you sneak your way through opheilla hall to go to the boy’s hall. looking around twice to make sure you’re in the clear before you were gonna open the door to xavier’s room. xavier’s room was always the spot because he had a single dorm and nobody would interrupt your time together. you go to place your hand on the doorknob as your enhanced hearing began to kick in.

“dude, i think she’s a little clingy,” you heard ajax say and it made you frown. you never thought that they had a problem with that.

“she’s also always right up under one of us,” xavier replied to ajax. they both shared a laugh making your heart drop to your stomach. how come they never told you? now they’re laughing at you, you felt stupid. stupid enough to trust your heart with not one boy but two of them. you let go of the doorknob quietly and back away from the door.

you didn’t want to stay for the rest of that awful conversation. so, you turned to sneak your way back to opheilla hall with tears that threaten to come down. once you made it back to your room, you walked in with your head down.

“y/n, you’re back early. did you get caught?”

“um no. i- uh i just wasn’t feeling good,” you bit your lip to keep it from trembling any more than it was. the sound of you wavering voice made yoko look up from her phone. she saw you fiddled with your fingers and your posture was slouched.

“are you okay?” you finally look up to face her and a tear slips out. a sign that you definitely were going to start sobbing.

“i walked up to the door and uh overheard them talking about how clingy i was. you don’t think i’m clingy right?” your eyes and cheeks glistening with tears while voice began to crack.

“no, i don’t think you’re clingy at all. why don’t you get changed and i’ll be right here to hold you.” you nodded and changed into your pajamas. you walked over to yoko’s side of the room and immediately started crying more when she wrapped her arms around you.

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the next morning you felt like complete shit. your body ached from the crouched position you slept in, eyes slightly burned from all the crying and your head was killing you. you take a quick shower and do the rest of your morning routine before dressing in your uniform.

“you ready?”

“as much as i can be, i guess.” you and yoko start your journey together to the quad for breakfast. problem was everyone shared one big table meaning you couldn’t avoid your boyfriends if you tried.

you kept your eyes trained on the ground as you took your seat next to wednesday after getting your food. everyone glancing at each other knowing that your normally sat next to ajax every morning while xavier sat in front of you guys. so the two of them took a seat across from you.

“we missed you last night honey. is everything okay?” xavier was the first one to break the silence between the three of you.

“i wasn’t feeling well,” you whispered as you picked at the plate in front of you.

“why didn’t you tell us? we would’ve stopped by your-“

“ajax i clearly didn’t want to see you guys! leave me alone,” pushing the plate away and grabbing your things you walked to your first class. which just so happens to be fencing, a class you shared with the two boys. the table was quiet and nobody moved, it was unnatural to see you guys like that.

“did she just call me ajax?”

“is that not your name, idiot?” enid is quick to slap wednesday’s arm and sending her a look.

“it’s not the same wednesday, she always calls us by nicknames,” ajax rubs the back of his neck in attempt to stop the embarrassment. although, through tears last night you made yoko promise not to say anything that didn’t stop her from sending glares their way.

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the whole school day, you managed to avoid them even in the classes you shared. it’s not like you wanted to ignore your boyfriends but it hurt you to even hear a conversation like that. you didn’t know how to express your feelings to them, so the best bet was to avoid. the knock on your door pulls you out of your book that you were reading on your bed.

“come in!” the door slowly opens and in comes your boyfriends who looked like kicked puppies. you rolled your eyes and crossed your arms to your chest.

“baby, we just wanted to talk,” xavier takes slow steps towards your bed with ajax following right behind.

“what is there to talk about?”

“why are you avoiding us?”

“maybe just maybe i truly don’t want to talk to you guys. have you ever thought about that xavier?” the boy scoffed at you and shakes his head.

“don’t do that.”

“don’t do what?”

“he means don’t shut us out babe. just talk to us, tell us what happened.” you huffed at ajax’s words and stood up beginning to pace back and forth.

“how come you never told me that i was being clingy? i-i would’ve stopped but no my boyfriends decided to talk about me behind my back. so much for fucking communication, right?” you couldn’t stop the tears from falling down your face.

xavier and ajax shared a look now knowing why you were acting like that. they felt guilty because it wasn’t their intention to hurt you. ajax closed the distance to grab your cheek wiping the stray tears that fell.

“sweetheart, we love that you’re clingy! we didn’t mean it a bad way. in fact, if you stayed longer, you would’ve heard us agree on how cute we think it is.”

“ajax is right. we absolutely love that you’re open enough with us to even be like that. we know about your past and we’re so grateful that you trust us.” xavier was now right by your other side making you cry even more. you had been wrong about the situation.

“i’m sorry, i just thought of the worse and i didn’t even stop to talk to you guys,” you spoke in a hoarse whisper.

“c’mon i think we’re in need of a date.”

“jax right now? i look like shit,” you sniffled and gestures to your outfit. you were wearing some sweatpants and a hoodie you stole from xavier.

“i think you look perfect sunshine. put on your shoes, we’re definitely going out.” you pouted playfully at xavier who grabbed your sneakers and gave you a pointed look.

“this isn’t necessary! we could just stay in and cuddle for the rest of the day.”

“we can do that later. me and xavier need to make it up to you,” ajax grins as you put on your shoes.

you grabbed your book and put it in your tote bag. once you checked you that you had everything, you raised your arms giving both of your boyfriends a small smile, “tada all done.”

“beautiful. absolutely beautiful,” xavier was the first to wrap his arms around you pulling you into a much needed hug. his embrace was warm and even after only one day, you missed the feeling of being in his arms.

“stop hogging up our girlfriend! i want a hug too,” xavier pulled back to place a kiss on your lips and immediately ajax throws his arms around you. you laughed as the boy hugged you tighter.

“promise not to shut us out next time?” you nodded your head with a smile at ajax.

“i promise,” ajax kisses your lips and grabs your waist pulling you to the door where xavier stood waiting for you both.

“glad that’s out of the way, now let’s go to weathervane!”

you were so lucky to have two people that really cared about you and your feelings. although, xavier and ajax called themselves the lucky ones being that they were able to have you in their life.

#xavier thorpe x reader #ajax petropolus x reader #xavier x reader x ajax #percy hynes white #georgie farmer #wednesday #xavier thorpe fluff #ajax petropolus fluff #xavier thorpe #ajax petropolus

[starry-pierrot]

A Fighting Chance

You've trained for this for years, friends have helped you and you've dreamed of this moment every night since you've started this plan. You hope it's enough.

Royal Jester AU Eclipse X Reader (Gender neutral)

-Fighting with swords

-Blood mention

-you're a giant cry baby, I don't make the rules you get a piece of me.

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Hello hello! Okay first things first-this is FANART. This is not at all canon in Cloud's AU. I took liberties and none of this in fic should at all be considered cannon, so please don't go asking them questions about it!

Second this story has TWO endings, neither one is wrong or right they're just more fun. Both endings will be labeled.

And lastly, @head-in-the-icloud I hope you like this! I also hope I didn't butcher Eclipse.

Anyway enjoy!

Your newly gifted sword was held tight in your hands as you pointed it at your best friend and comrade, Eclipse. Today had been the day when you were to be knighted and join the royal guard ranks as an official Knight. But it was also the day you would declare your proposal.

“Marry me!” 

The room was quiet while others looked on in surprise at your bold demand, it was no secret that you had fallen for him many moons ago. But no one expected you to do this at this very moment. 

And you had just been appointed a knight.  

The Queen and Neptune looked on in stunned silence…though Moon and Sun both smiled at one another.. Of course they did, they helped you prepare for this after all. 

Eclipse stood tall and stiff as he looked down at you, obviously he was processing what you just said and was caught off guard with the demand. But soon his surprise turned into a wide smile on his face. “No wonder you’ve been demanding I spar with you so much. Had this planned for a while did you?” 

“You have no idea.” A laugh slips from your throat, you had this plan thought out for years. Ever since the knight had pulled you out of the way of a runaway cart during a delivery. Sure maybe it was a bit tacky to fall for someone who saved you once but your heart left you no room to argue. You were a romantic afterall. 

Getting in was easy but the training was grueling even when it was just the training bot! Never had your hands been so sore before.  

It was a struggle but every time you saw him it only made the feelings inside you grow ever stronger for the knight. During your time as a novice you came to get to know him better and spent many days making conversation. You even became friends with the two princes who were more than happy to help.

You believe Moon’s words were, “About time that firestarter gets his rear handed to him.” Moon fenced with you but encouraged you to look around, see how quick the pickpockets of the town move. Study them. And Sun even prepared a final surprise. 

“I accept your challenge.” Eclipse said as he moved forward with a hand raised to tip your sword down. “Let’s move this outside. We wouldn’t want to ruin the Queen’s castle now do we?” he said leaning in close before pulling back and walking towards the room’s doors. 

Without missing a beat you quickly follow him, you don’t miss how the room is suddenly loud with footsteps and excited chatter behind you. 

The courtyard was large and just enough room for the two of you to fight without harming anyone or the buildings around you. Eclipse had his sword out at the ready with his hands poised on top of the handle, patient. 

“Are you prepared?” Eclipse asked as you adjusted your cloak on your shoulders before looking at him with a smile. 

“Very.” 

“You know I won't go easy on you,” he warned, “friend or not.” 

“I wouldn’t expect anything less, Sir Eclipse.” You were ready. You can do this. 

Eclipse’s sword flashes with light as the fire twirls and dances around the blade, it was one of his strongest abilities. “Then we shall begin.” 

The crowd watching you was silent as you both stood still, you can hear Sun cheering you on as all eyes are on the both of you. 

Then suddenly the field burned. 

Ellipse was quick as he made the first move, you just barely countering it. The heat from his flames were scorching against your skin as you grunted. 

“Come on now! Don’t disappoint me!” Eclipse’s wide smile looked down on you and with all your might you managed to push him back. Just as you expected he’s putting his all into this.

“Disappoint you? Never!” Charging at him the two of you clash, to the outsiders it looked like a dance of fire as the kingdom's knights fought. Eclipse was nothing but a force of power and fire, easily knocking you off your feet but you were quick and crafty. Managing to just get around his attacks or at the very last second block it. 

You knew when you started this you’d be staring down the Beast of Pleiades and you think the stories of him don’t quite empathize the ‘Beast’ part as much as they should. Eclipse was a monster in battle. But no one was unbeatable. 

Eclipse roared as he swung his sword, fire shooting out and surely would knock you off your feet if you didn’t wrap your cloak around you and huddled down. 

You can feel the heat wrap around you but the cloak keeps it off your skin, the magic spell casted on it doing its job. Thank you, Sunny! 

Unraveling the cloak once it was safe too you stood in front of Eclipse who was once more stunned. 

Before he lets out a bellowed laugh, “Ahaha-! I see someone’s made powerful friends!”

“Hey I needed a counter to that sword of yours.” There was a wide smile on your scrapped face, Eclipse laughed a moment more before he swung his sword absentmindedly. 

“Impressive. Impressive. I see you thought this out…but will that be enough?” Then he was back at it, sword alight once more and dashing towards you.  

The two of you continued to fight, aiming for any sort of weak point like his joints and Eclipse either taking the hit or managing to fend you off and vise versa. 

WINNING ENDING--------------------------

The onlookers while captivated wondered when this would all end, the both of you at this point looked like you two had been through hell and back. Blood caked the side of your face and a leg and oil ran down Eclipse’s back. 

Neptune had been worried they'd let it go long enough and could potentially lose a new knight but Gaia assured him that Eclipse knew what he was doing.

With a final blow you knock Eclipse hard into the dirt, his sword slipping from his grasp as he grunted. A heavy weight settled on his chest with a knee as you knelt over him, your own sword pointed at his neck, you were panting. 

“Yield!” you demand. 

“Never!” He refused and made a grab for his sword only to let out a yell of pain as his right arm couldn’t be lifted for more than a few inches before he had to put it back down. His left hand however gripped your sword once he realized he couldn’t reach his own. Tried as he might he couldn’t pull it from your grasp, far too weak to put any real strength into it. 

“Y-you…my joints…” Eclipse realized. 

“Can’t use a sword without the use of your arms, Eclipse. Damage will do that.” A smirk on your face as he struggled to pull the sword from your grasp, frustrated grunts as he tried but ultimately his hand fell back to the ground. 

He seemed to take you in. How you were over him and pinning him down. Someone finally defeated him. 

“I yield.” His expression turned to one of relaxation as he smiled up at you. 

With a stumble you stood and raised your sword, “He yields!” you yelled to the crowd that erupted into cheering, you can see the Queen,her sons and Neptune racing towards you two. 

You did it. You won. 

Suddenly the world went dizzy and you stumbled a little before falling down on your ass next to Eclipse, your body had no energy left and even your sword tumbled out of your grip. 

“Are you alright?” Eclipse asked. 

“Y-yeah..just…holy fuck that was hard..” 

A laugh from the defeated night, “I did warn you.” 

While resting you felt a warm metal hand meet yours, his weak one could barely move but you squeezed it and smiled down at him. 

“So…where do you want to honeymoon? We can go overseas on a ship. Maybe be pirates for a day.” 

“Does anyone oppose this union?” 

Another laugh, “I think…I think I would like that.” 

The priest asked as both you and Eclipse stood before him, the room behind you full of friends, family and even those gossiping old crows who would talk about Eclipse's sword being his secret lover. You were sure there were more people outside but the room had been filled and the doors were closed. Who knew seeing the Eclipse of all people get married would be a big event for the kingdom? 

Must be his reputation. 

The room stayed silent at the priest's question, not a soul daring to interrupt your union. “The rings please.”

Eclipse delicately placed the ring on your finger, it was silver with gorgeous ruby and imperial topaz gems adorned along it. His name had been etched into the inner side and it fit like a glove. 

Slipping on his ring it was an opal and moonstone on the same sliver as yours, along with your own name etched on the inner side. It stood out against his colors but you don’t think you could have found anything more beautiful on him.  

The two of you said your vows, you began to cry a little during yours and Eclipse was very patient and encouraging as you stumbled through it. Even making a little joke making you smack him and telling him to ‘Shut up!’, getting a few good laughs around the room. 

“You may kiss.” 

This is what you’ve waited for, what you’ve worked so hard for the past five years. Careful hands gently cupped your face as he leaned in and kissed you. 

Your heart beat hard in your chest as you couldn’t hold back anymore and reached your own arms around him and dragged him down to deepen the kiss. 

Cheers and whistles filled the church as your heart soared. 

You won. 

LOSEING ENDING—---------------

Eclipse's blows were starting to take a toll on your body and if you didn’t knock him down soon you were going to lose. The simple idea of that reigniting the fire in your chest as you two fought. He must have been going easy on you in sparing because he’s never been this fierce before! 

But you expected this. You knew he wouldn’t be easy. That’s why this plan had taken so long, so long to put together and your practice with Moon and asking Sun to enchant your cloak so you had a bit of an edge! 

“Agh-!” Suddenly you were thrown off your feet, rolling into the dirt before coming to a stop. Looking up you quickly doge a metal boot’s stomp as you roll out of the way. 

“You’re slowing down!” Another swing of his sword you barely manage to get out of the way of the fire, “Getting sloppy!” 

He was right and you knew it. You needed to end this before he got the upper hand, with a yell you ran in close and made to aim for his naked shoulder hoping to damage the joint somehow. But before your sword could even scrape his casing you were knocked back hard by a knee. 

Scrambling to get up your thrown once more by the heat of fire, unable to reach for your cloak in time you feel the fire burn on your skin. You doubt he would kill you, no you know he wouldn’t. But that didn’t mean he wouldn’t scorch you a little. 

A groan of pain as you finally roll to a stop, breathing heavily as the aches in your body begin to pulsate and scream at you. You could heat his footsteps getting closer, “You’ve certainly put up quite the fight. That cloak I’d say was a very smart move.” 

You tried to get up only to wheeze out a breath when his boot stood firmly on your chest, not enough to cut off your breathing but enough to keep you down. “But it seems your plan wasn’t quite enough.” 

He sounds so disappointed it makes your guts twist, looking up at him that manic smile is gone and replaced with a frown.

“I-I’m not done!” You say as you struggle to get his foot off you despite the protest of your burned and weak body. 

“Oh dear…it’s best to stop now. You’ll only hurt yourself more.” He was trying to let you down easy but you didn’t want to stop now. Not even him pointing his sword at you would stop you now. 

“No!”, your hands fly up and grip his sword, luckily you had leather gloves so you don’t feel the sting of the blade but you do feel the heat left on the blade. But you hold tight and weaky try to pull it out of his hands. 

He watches with a bit of sadness in his gaze, undoubtedly wanting this done with, “You probably can’t even stand anymore. Yield.” 

“No!” You couldn’t give up now! Not after everything. Not after the days of studying how pickpockets moved in the streets, sparing with Moon, the waste of Sun’s time and energy for his magic and all your research in the library for sword techniques! You tried too hard to let this be the end of this! 

But as you continued to try you were finding that your body was too sore to continue, not even your grip was strong anymore as your arms eventually gave out. 

“Do you yield?” Eclipse asks. 

You didn’t want to. You hated to. But there was no way around it, you had lost. With no strength in you to continue you nod, tears filled your eyes as you gave in. 

Eclipse was quiet for a moment before nodding, lifting up his sword and stepping off of you, “They Yield!” 

You weren’t sure if the crowd was cheering because it had been an amazing battle to watch or if some in the crowd were happy you had lost. A large hand helped you sit up as you sniffled, you tried to hide it behind a hand not wanting him to see you like this. 

But Eclipse didn’t let you hide tugging your hand away. “You know it’s alright to lose sometimes.” he said, “You gave me a good fight. Even brought in something I didn’t expect from you.” He was smiling.

“Maybe try again sometime.” 

With that he stood up and ruffled your hair, the princes came to your side along with Queen Gaia and her assistant. Sun helped you up and let you lean on him, worrying about getting you to a healer but you weren’t quite paying attention as you hid your face into his royal fabric. 

You grunted as you practiced with Moon, now healed from your fight with Eclipse two months ago you were back in tip top shape. 

You hoped he wouldn’t get mad at the tear stains. 

“You’re going to try again?” Moon asked you as he parried your thrust. 

“Are you kidding? Course I am!” 

“But you were such a crybaby about it!” He teased with a laugh,“What? Are you just a glutton for punishment?” 

“Wh-oh shut up! I just have big emotions!” You nearly smack him with the fencing sword as you advanced. Moon swiftly dodged and thrusted his own sword, getting you on your side. 

“Ah-! Hey!”

“I win.” He smirked as he lowered his sword, “But really…do you think you can handle another loss? After that performance I’m sure plenty of others would marry you on the spot.” 

You sigh and roll your shoulders, “It’s not about marrying someone just to marry someone. I love him. And no one else will do.” 

“Then I guess you better be practicing more.” Suddenly he moved forward making you jerk in surprise and just managed to dodge his attack. “Come on. You have better reflexes than that!” 

“Oh you sneaky-!” With a yell you pushed back and continued to spar with Moon. 

You might have lost the battle, cried about it for a little-well okay you cried about it the whole two months. But you’re not giving up that easily, after all the tears dried up your determination came back in full force! 

You’ll keep trying. But if you never win…well at least you can enjoy Eclipse’s company. That’s more than enough. 

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I hope you enjoyed! Feel free to leave comments : )

#fnaf au #royal jesters au #fnaf sun #fnaf moon #fnaf eclipse

[si1verghosts]

you and me found love (lost under the shade)

re4r leon s. kennedy x fem reader (no use of y/n)

wc: 3.3k

18+ | cw: mentions of drinking, smoking, sex | tw: illusions to suicidal thoughts; author's general preoccupation with death and dying

read on ao3

title: falling asleep on a stranger by pierce the veil | art: taft bridge under the rain [#127] by carmonamedina

a/n: i honestly don't know if i am doing this whole tagging thing right idk how to tag on here so sorry if i missed anything.... anyways, this is the first thing i've managed to finish in months - i did not imagine the first leon fic i'd actually post would be reader insert but here we are!! i hope u enjoy :D

not beta read - all mistakes my own or done purposely due to my general disrespect for the grammatical conventions of the english language.

i do not own leon, yadda yadda, please don't sue me <3

please do not use my work to train any sort of AI chat bot and/or writing generator.

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"I can't be what you want," Leon had said, voice even. "Maybe you should try to find someone else; someone who can… be around."

Someone who can give you a straight answer. Someone who doesn't come home bloodied and bruised and can't tell you why. Someone who doesn't make you feel like it's all just a lie. 

You had never heeded any of Leon's suggestions before - "You should go," he had whispered after that first night, and the second, and the third - but you wish you had; so you give it a shot now. 

You let your friend set you up with the guy in accounting at her job she had been telling you about for months. "And get this - he always wears a tie bar! He just seems so put together," she had raved to you over drinks the weekend prior.

Accounting, tie bar, put together. Nice, neat, safe. 

You had shrugged, "give him my number."

He's waiting for you outside the bar when you arrive, jogs over when he notices you approaching, holding his umbrella out over you. It's unnecessary - the cold precipitation is hardly a mist, barely coating the strands of your hair. "You look beautiful," he smiles. It feels rehearsed, platitudinous. You thank him, letting him guide you inside. 

His hand brushes your arm as he helps you out of your jacket, skin soft. You pull away with the shock of it, covering with a small wave of beckoning. He falls in behind you as you traverse the familiar path through the room to your usual spot, settling in before he can manage to make a show out of pulling out your chair.

Same table, different seat; back against the wall - it's a whole new perspective. No longer focused solely on the person across from you, it's as if the whole world falls into your line of sight. It suddenly makes sense why you always found it so difficult to hold on to Leon's attention.

He slinks away to acquire your requested vodka soda from the bar. You pick at your nails until your fingers shake, shifting to look out the windows. The rain has picked up, pelting the glass and obscuring the view. You long for your car and the pack of menthols tucked away in the glove box, nobody to quit for now. 

He returns with your drinks, water for himself - "trying to cut back on carbs, you know? I've been making real progress with my lifts lately." 

"That's great," you smile. 

He leans in, beginning to chatter away excitedly about weights and protein and bicycles and Wall Street. His cologne reeks of business school, of polo shirts and white picket fences and 2.5 kids. You hope you are nodding at all the right moments. His tie bar catches the light of the Budweiser sign hanging behind you, silver glinting red, as if informing you you aren't.

It's hard, much harder than it reasonably should be but you've forgotten how to do this. Leon and you hardly spoke; the silence was easier - until it grew violent from your overreliance. 

You catch the ring of the doorbell over the drone of his voice, a familiar shape of blonde hair and brown leather entering your peripheral vision. You turn, a sick sense of satisfaction slithering up your spine. 

Shoulders hunched and hands shoved deep in his pockets, he shakes off the water droplets clinging to his hair like a dog. He picks his head up, blue eyes and dark circles meet your gaze almost immediately.

You raise a brow, I took your advice; happy?

He spins around, setting the bell off again as he slips out the door. 

"I'm sorry," you interrupt your date, who had been entertaining himself, seemingly never even recognizing your shift in attention. "I'll be right back." 

You are out the door a second later, shoving your arms back into the coat you thankfully remembered to grab, shielding your skin from the rain clouding your vision. Blinking away the droplets from your lashes, you spot Leon making his way down the sidewalk and take off after him, catching up as he nears the corner. 

You call to him, voice near enough to stop him, but only for a moment. "Go back inside," he throws over his shoulder, continuing forward.

You want to reach out and grab him, make him turn to look at you, but his shoulders are set in a tense line. Your touch is sure to set him off like a slingshot. 

Steeling yourself, you dart around him, blocking his path. You find yourself in front of him without any idea of what to say. You gape at him stupidly, chest heaving from the exertion of chasing him down; maybe you should've asked what's-his-name for a good gym recommendation before you ran off.

Leon entertains you for a moment before he huffs, eyes narrowing, "what are you doing?"

It's an excellent question - one you had never bothered to stop and ask yourself. 

What are you doing? 

Why did you agree to go for drinks? Why had you put on the dress Leon had carefully unzipped and let pool around your ankles just a few weeks ago? Why had you asked Mr. Tie Bar to meet you at the bar you knew Leon always popped into after work? 

Fuck. 

You swallow harshly, "trying." 

"Trying?" Leon reiterates, almost laughing. "And what is it that you are trying?"

Normal. To get over you. To make you mad. Honesty. To make you look at me. To make you want me like I want you. Safety. To hurt you. To get you to say something, anything. Trust. To get you to make me stay. To get you to stay. 

You feel yourself frown, the familiar pressure of tears building behind your nose. You try to swallow the feeling but it just mixes with the venom stuck in your throat, bubbling back up after mutating into a bitter twinge of anger. "What the hell does it look like, Leon? You told me to try to find someone else - that's what I'm trying."

He rocks back on his heels, crossing his arms. "Well, it doesn't really seem to be working out, does it?" 

"It was going great, actually." You smile, hoping it's not as hollow as you feel. 

"Oh, yeah?" He cocks a brow, lips pulling into a sly smirk. "Then why are you out here with me?

"You," you huff, at a loss. His words seem to be coming easier than ever while you choke on every one. You shrug, "You looked upset when you left."

"And I'm sure that's exactly what you wanted, right?" His smirk stretches into an acetous grin. "Came to relish in the tears, huh? Sorry to disappoint." He moves to brush by you, but you plant yourself in his path once again. 

"I can't believe-" you start, but stop short. Because you can believe he'd think of you that way - you'd never given him a reason to think otherwise. 

You think back to the silence that had made its home between the two of you, realizing you had used it as a confidant, letting it absorb everything you should've given to Leon instead. 

"I just wanted to check on you, see how you are doing." Your voice comes out as small as you feel under the weight of Leon's gaze. It's ironic - all this time you just wanted him to look at you, and now you wish he'd turn his eyes anywhere else. 

He snorts, short and irascibly, "I don't need you worrying about me."

"I know you don't, Leon," you throw your hands out, rainwater flicking off your skin with your exasperation. "You've made that very clear. But I can't help it - I'm going to anyways." 

"You shouldn't."

"Why not?" You half-yell, half-whine. You cringe at the sound, feeling slightly delirious; freezing cold and nearly begging him to let you care. 

 "Because you can do better." His voice is even once again, feelings stacked neatly away and locked up tight. 

"You don't get to decide that for me," you spit, ears ringing with the echo of your too-loud voice. 

"Yeah," he nods. "I do." 

He steps around you again, intending to disappear down the side street. But this time you grab him, fingers latching onto the slippery leather of his jacket, his arm as tense as a bowstring under your grip. 

"Let me go," he requests without turning to look at you, voice still even, even, even. It's a courtesy, he could easily pull free - but you are sick of his kindness, his courtesies; that's how you ended up here. You don't want them anymore.

"Make me." 

"Let me go," he repeats, slower and thicker. 

"No." If you want me gone, you'll have to force me. You don't say it, but you know he got the message when his shoulders slump, fight draining out of him all at once. 

With the thrill of victory that ripples through you, you make the mistake of loosening your hold on his jacket. He seizes the opportunity, twisting your arm and grabbing you by the bicep, pulling you close. He is running hot despite the chill of the rain, you have to force yourself not to relax into his heat. 

A moment passes, and then another. Neither of you move. The precipitation falls in sheets around you. You can't bring yourself to care. 

Your gaze slides from his chest to his neck to his jaw, backtracking the path of a stray raindrop. You chance a glance at his eyes, finding they are already on you, steely blue shimmering with the light of the streetlamp behind you. 

You love him. 

You wish the ground would crack open, allowing you to freefall straight down to hell. You imagine that would feel better - less painful - than this. 

You love him, and your skin burns with the feeling of it. You want to throw up. You want to kiss him. You want to pound your fists against his chest, curse him for doing this to you. 

You settle for allowing a sob to escape your throat. 

He releases you from his hold instantly at the sound. You scramble to grip his jacket to keep yourself upright - it's pitiful, the teeth of the zipper biting into the skin of your hands. The sharp pain comes as a tether, gifting you the space to ground yourself, to shove the tears back down. 

"I'm sorry," he whispers, tight and clipped. "I didn't mean to-"

"No," you cut him off, voice rough, grating. "It wasn't. You didn't hurt me."

"Okay," he mutters. 

You laugh. You love him and you can't help but laugh, sinking into the insanity of it. 

You feel him start to stiffen again, unsure. The feeling of his discomfort building under your fingers forces you back into yourself, realizing where you are, that you've been causing a scene on the corner down the block from his apartment. 

You release him, but you don't step away, tilting your head just enough to take in the sight of him - parted lips and a handful of freckles, blonde hair tinted green by the neon sign over the entrance of the convenience store a few feet away. 

"I'm sorry," you croak out, drifting back; wishing the rain would melt you down, suck you into the storm drain. That's the only thing that could pull you from him, you think; swirling down the gutters with the cigarette butts and the fallen cherry blossoms until you're laid to rest at the bottom of the Potomac. 

His nose twitches. "For what?"

That I can't find someone else, can't force myself away from you.

That I love you, but can't tell you.  

"For," you throw your hands out, weaker than before. "All of it."

He nods, "It's okay."

You don't want it to be, but you suddenly feel exhausted. Too tired to fight, to pull any more truths from him. 

"Take me home?" You request, you plead. 

He nods again, holding his hand out to you. "Yeah."

You intertwine your fingers with his own, the roughness of his callouses and scars soothing in their familiarity. 

The walk to his place is short. You don't bother trying to shake off the water before entering, leaving a trail of raindrops up the stairwell, down the hall, through his front door, across his apartment to the tiled floor of his bathroom. 

He reaches into the shower, cranking the hot water, allowing the stream to heat up as he helps you out of your wet clothes. He removes the drenched fabric piece by piece - jacket first, then your dress, unzipping it with even more care than the previous time. It doesn't slip off with the same ease, but his gentle fingers pull it from your skin until it falls away. He crouches to undo your shoes, allowing you to step out of them before reaching up and rolling your nylons, guiding them down your legs. 

He moves to do the same with your underwear, fingers resting on the waistband as he glances up to you, silently asking your permission even though he already has it, always will. There's no heat behind his actions, but the tenderness sears your skin all the same. You nod, a low ache settling into the center of your chest as he slides them off you before standing. You unclasp your bra; he doesn't comment on the matching set.

The steam of the boiling shower envelops you as you undress him in turn. You struggle with his belt buckle, stiff fingers uncooperative. He takes over and you drop to your knees to untie the laces of his boots, finding them mercifully secured with single-knots. You make quick work of them and he reaches down to help you up, moving you out of the way before he kicks them off. 

You assist him in pulling his shirt over his head, peeling the cotton away from his skin. You unbutton his jeans as he removes the clips from your hair, wet strands falling limply in front of your eyes. 

"Go ahead and get in, I'll go throw this stuff in the wash." His voice is mellifluous, sickeningly soft. 

It makes you feel like a kid, incompetent and helpless. You hate him for it. You hate yourself for twisting his kindness into something dark and disgusting. 

"I can help," you offer, because that's all you can do; already leaning down to collect your things. "You have to hang the jacket, it's-"

"Wool. I know," his hand brushes your back lightly, "it's okay. I'll be right back."

You straighten up, allowing him to guide you across the bathroom and help you into the tub. You slowly ease your way under the hot stream as he slides the shower curtain closed. 

You watch the shape of him through the cloudy plastic, shucking off his jeans and pulling off his socks. The sobs you had just barely choked down twice before make another escape attempt, clawing at your throat as you watch his shadow collect your clothes and move down the hall. 

You shut your eyes against the sudden emptiness of the room, against the tears and the silence and the panic; against the loathing and inferiority. You take the coward's way out, turning away from it all to hold your face up to the showerhead. 

He returns quickly, rustling around for a moment before slipping into the tub behind you. His presence awards you the bravery you needed to crack open your eyes, to clear your throat. "You're wrong, you know."

Exhaustion overshadows his amusement as he hums in question, "about what?"

Picking your hand up, you reach out slowly to slide your fingers along his collarbone, circle the puckered scar on his shoulder. "That I can find someone better." 

He scoffs, dropping his head, hair fluttering down to obscure his face. 

You move your hand to his neck, thumbing his jaw. "If anything, it's me who doesn't deserve you, Leon." 

He shakes his head, but you ignore the action, continuing before he can protest. "Nobody can take care of me like you do - not even myself. I'm sorry" - for needing you, for burdening you; for loving you even though I'm unworthy of it - "for pushing you. I understand there are things you can't share, but I want whatever you can."

You sigh, shifting your hand at his neck to pull him to you; he follows you easily, achingly. "Even if it's just this." 

He nods minutely, hooking his arms over your hips and resting his forehead on yours. Answer delivered on a breath that floats across your lips, "alright." 

You remain in his arms, his agreement echoing in your mind in time with the beat of your heart in your chest. Seconds morph into minutes, only moving when the water begins to grow cold. 

You wash first, your shampoo and conditioner still on the rack next to his own. Leaving him under the stream, you make your way to his room after wrapping yourself in one of the towels he'd brought into the bathroom. 

Home. You had asked him to take you home and he brought you here, despite your own place being just a few blocks further in the opposite direction of his from the corner you had been on. But his assumption was right; this - he - was home to you.  

The emptiness of his apartment was unsettling at first, but it quickly grew comforting - no regrets staining the carpet; no photos on the dresser of you as a girl you don't remember being. Here you could be untethered from the past you didn't want; white walls graciously offering a clean slate, even if you didn't deserve it, didn't earn it. 

There is a shirt of his waiting on the bed for you, a pair of your pajama pants in the drawer next to his. Your stomach turns at the sight - no wonder he had tried to push you away; you had subconsciously settled into his space, his closet and his bed. 

Your mug in the sink, your pills behind the mirror - the reckless domesticity of it all is startling, terrifying. He had given you an inch and you had taken a mile, too eager for the chance to be something new. 

You pull on the clothes, making your way towards the balcony, a wave of nausea rolling through you under the soft cotton. Outside, it's still raining, translucent ropes sluicing off the overhang of the roof. 

You almost immediately regret stepping outside, feeling as if it's a betrayal of the care Leon took to get you warm; but you needed it. The chill of the air forces your thoughts to line up, to wait to be addressed one by one.

His hand leading you home, your wool coat hung to dry, his shirt waiting on the bed for you to occupy - each act a silent invitation; the realization stirs inside you, grips your collarbones from the inside. 

Could it be…?

You should ask him, but you've asked for more than enough tonight. 

He slides open the glass door, sweatpants low on his hips; the lamp on his nightstand illuminates him from behind, feathering out all his sharp edges. Maybe it's not love; maybe it's just lust, desire - a need so great it's all-consuming. You have no point of comparison to use as a frame of reference, to assist in finding the distinction. 

"I was away for a few days, there's not much in the fridge. Is ramen alright or do you want to order something?" He asks and it's love, you are suddenly sure of it. 

You turn; the sight of Leon in the buttery glow of the bedroom acting as a beacon, guiding you through the terror. "Ramen is fine."

#(writing) #leon kennedy #leon s. kennedy #resident evil 4 #leon resident evil #resident evil 4 remake #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #leon s kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy x you #leon scott kennedy x reader #leon scott kennedy x you #leon kennedy x fem reader #leon s kennedy x fem!reader #resident evil x reader #resident evil x you #geez how many variations of the leon x reader tag is there... #i do not think i got them all but this is More than enough

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Always you- 141+König

This is based on a request:

GN!Reader, cheating, angst? (idk anymore)

How 141+König react to them cheating on reader.

Backstory to make us both cry:

The love of his life, the one who waited for him. It was just you and him. It wasn't a perfect life, that is true and he promised you it wouldn't be. "I Can't promise picket fences or walks around town on sunny afternoons." he said, sitting across from you. "I know, no one can, but I know what I feel for you and it's not something I can have with anyone else, I'm not willing to leave just because you cant promise that. I don't want to be with no-one else but you." your hands delicately caressing his face. And it was true, the relationship wasn't perfect, nothing was, but he made things feel like heaven. The way he held you close when either of you had a bad day, the way his presence was comforting enough.

You knew you'd never love a man like how you love him. How his nose scrunches when he dislikes something, how he smiles when you kiss him. It's too unreal. And you, gosh, you were the reason why he fought so hard to always come back home. Home...yeah home, he whispered to himself. The way he felt so vulnerable around you, how he felt safe. He loved how you would hold his hand. He swore he must be dreaming, how can a creature like you, love him? You deserve the best things in life, he thought as he watched how every time he came home, you were there by the door.

He came home after a tough mission, you as always waited by the door. He dropped his bag and wrapped his arms around you. "fuck..I missed you so much." He said, it was so soft, almost like a whisper, his head nuzzled against your neck. He's home.

After a few days, he and his friends went out, he tried convincing you to go with him. "I have some work to do, besides you need to have some fun without me." you kissed his cheek. And he soon was on his way out. You worked on a paper for work, you kept your phone on, waiting for him to call you to pick him up. But he didn't call all night.

I'm wasting my time

when it was always you,

chasin' the high,

but it was always you

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Ghost:

He was nearly blackout drunk, he wasn't thinking at all about the consequences when his mouth was on another person.

He liked it, it was something new, it was fun. The person took him to their place, all night he spent touching them, making them feel good.

Simon woke up around 5 am, a random person snuggling them. Their hands on his chest, just like you would rest them.

His head ached, it wasn't good, his eyes scanning the room, it wasn't your bed he was on, not the same bedsheets, or the same room. He got up and quickly changed and walked away from that strangers bed.

"Fuck fuck fuck." he whispered to himself, cursing his own name. "why simon, why did you fuck up!" he couldn't face you, not now. So he went to a coffee shop, he sat there in his sorrow, wiping tears as he thought of what he did.

"you okay?" asked an old man. "no, I fucked up." his eyes fixed on the piece of jewelry you gave him. It was a thing now, if he went away, you'd give him a necklace, ring or bracelet. "a piece of me while you're out there." He cried even more, remembering your soft words

"if you love them, then go on and tell them, be honest son." the man patted his back and walked away.

But he couldn't face you just yet, he still felt the other person on him. He felt dirty.

It was hate he felt, disgusted he would do this to you. He couldn't even touch himself, even if he was itchy, he didnt even dare scratch.

He walking along an empty road, thinking of you.

"I'm sorry, im sorry for what I did," his voice low, soft sniffles coming from him. He repeated this like a mantra.

A trained soldier, a man who hated lie, who betray him. And now here he was, laughing at his own mistakes. He was going mental.

He was alone with his thoughts and the worst part is that you aren't there to help them go away.

Price:

He wasn't the type to get drunk and flirt with anyone. Not since you came into his life, he was so respectful, always pushing strangers off of him. "I have a spouse waiting for me." he'd tell them.

This time he didnt say that, instead, he let them kiss him. He gave in, took them to his car and had a party of his own.

When it all ended, he sat there. The stranger put their clothes back on and walked off.

Now it was just him, he stared at the wheel.

He gasped once he realized what he had done. God he hated himself so much right now.

He pictured you, waiting by the door, looking at your phone just waiting for him to call you. "pick me up." he would've said, he would sit in his car and wait for you, the next morning you two would go pick it up. Having breakfast at a diner. But not this time.

He just sat, his hands brushing his hair out of desperation. He was so stressed.

He knew you'd be upset if you knew he was driving while intoxicated, so trying to at least do some good, he got off, locked the car and walked away.

As he made it closer to an open field, he screamed, letting all the anger and pain he felt leak out.

He then fell to his knees, crying as the cold night passed him by.

He laid on the floor. Trying not feel a thing, as his tears choked him out.

It was the worst kind of pain, his own heart begging for mercy.

"please..please.." he whispers, his voice shaky and unstable "please dont leave..please" it was as if he was a little kid all over again.

Gaz:

It wasn't like him to break promises, especially when he was breaking the ones he made to you.

He drank and drank, drowning in the alcohol, he wanted to let go for once. But if he knew he'd mess up this much, he would've never left you back home all alone.

When his lips met the strangers lips, it was indescribable, he wanted more, urged for more. By the morning, he walked back home, thinking of all that happened that night.

He wiped the tears that fell from his face.

"I'm so stupid, stupid, stupid." he hit himself a few times, each slap getting weaker and weaker.

He thought of how you'd react. You had been in relationships where you'd been cheated on, he assured you he wasn't like any of them.

You kept him like an oath, but all he had ever done was tuck you away, like his own little secret, a secret he had fucked up.

He threw up. It was remorse he was feeling by now. Never had he ever felt this way about something so awful.

He was a soldier. He was a human. He was a cheater.

All he ever wanted was to have a life with you, and now that future was far from reach.

As his own tears fell down to his face, he sat down, staring into the nothingness. It was pity that he was feeling, pity for how much one an idiot he is.

He wish he could get enough courage to face you and tell you what did, but that even then, courage couldn't help get out of this one. Nothing could. So he just sat and waited. The sun rising through and he was still there, like an abandoned dog, waiting for its owner.

It was a mistake. That wasn't a lie, but why did he like it? why did he think of you but felt nothing? Could it be he was just numb? or maybe it was his own heart begging for this everlasting pain to stop.

Soap:

It was no lie when he said that people are usually just attracted to him for no reason, he joked about it multiple times. But at the end of the day, he was yours and no one else's.

He was a little upset that you had said no to him, but he still had fun.

He was too drunk to think straight. In his own words "natural flirt" and this time this advantage had failed him, the person started to get hot too soon. But he didnt stop it, not until it was too late. He kissed the stranger, but he soon pushed them off.

He walked away from the bar. Yes it was something so small, but he knows you, even if he flirts with others you'd be upset/ jealous.

You and him had a talk a while back. "I think if it's not with your partner, then yes it's cheating." you said, he took notes, always flirting with you, ignoring the strangers that walked up to him. "I'm with someone, piss off" he spit out.

That would earn kisses from you, but this time? he was afraid of the outcome.

So he did was he knew best, he called Price. Poor man stayed up with him, listening to him cry and curse his whole existence.

By 4am, he had picked up another bottle. He drank from it as his life depended on it. He cried and cried. He wished his mother were there to yell at him.

"r/n, please." he begged as he looked up...he swore you were staring down at him while he was on his knees.

He walked home, he knew that if you were in the same position, you'd tell him. And now here he was, standing in front of you. his eyes red and puffy.

You tried to hug him, but he pushed you away, saying he doesn't deserve your gentle hands on him, he walked into the bathroom, and for a whole hour he cried in the shower. Water dripping down off him. He got out and told you about the whole thing.

He was a sobbing mess by 7 in the morning. He told you he understood if you wanted to end things now. He wouldn't blame you for anything

But what he did do was apologize, every sentence you spoke was followed by a soft and shaky sorry from his part.

König:

He didn't like to go out much, especially not without you. But this time, his team would be there, celebrating a victorious battle.

He got carried away in a stupid competition with one of his mates. He was so drunk he couldn't form words.A handsome/gorgeous stranger tapped his shoulder, and after some weird conversation, they were onto of him.

He mistook their flirting with kindness. His team knew it them moment the poor man was just talking about you to them. Because for seconds he swore he saw you there in front of him.

He pushed them off, running out to the alley of the bar. His breathing started to become uneven. His was dizzy, too dizzy for his own good.

He knelt down, his hands on his thighs. Silent cried came from him. He wiped the tears and sat down.

It was nothing but a mistake, if only he would convince you he didn't mean to kiss them.

But this was too much for him. He stood up, barely balancing on his feet. "r/n?" he looked in front of him. "liebling, I am sorry..please..please tell me you saw how they kissed me." he begged at the air, approaching the figure.

It was the alcohol that was making him see things.

And after much struggle, the team found him. He was staring at the road.

"C'mon, you have to get to your partner." a friend said, all he did was push them off.

He started to get aggressive, his pushes becoming punches. It took all of them to put him to the ground. They knocked him down and he felt at peace, his body finding a new pain to cure.

And as his face rested on cold ground, he cried once more. "I love r/n...I love them."

"we know..." his mates finally calming him down..."please tell them I love them." his voice now soft

Should've never let you go, my baby

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A/n: ok so this might've not been the best..but at least it was something..also happy GP weekend!

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!

#cod 141 #cod x reader #cod #cod mw2 #ghost cod #cod ghost #cod modern warfare #cod mwii #cod price #cod soap #mw2 #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #call of duty modern warfare 2 #gaz my beloved #gaz mw2 #kyle gaz garrick #gaz cod #gaz x reader #gaz modern warfare #gaz garrick #gaz call of duty #gaz angst #price mw2 #mwii #ghost mw2 #call of duty mwii #mw2 fanfic #mw2022 #mw2 x reader

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Character Ask Game

25. What was your first impression of this character? How about now?

For Scott.

@janetm74 Thank you so much for the ask!

I will revisit a little meta I did on getting to know Scotty as a character and have some additions.

"How do I love thee, let me count the ways". I stumbled into TAG through Tumblr osmosis I think some time in the second half of Season 1 run. I remember liking the 2004 movie, and I zeroed in on the "missing Dad" part, but I was generally amiably "on the fence" and non-committal. Nice boys, overall. A little bit too much focus on "child hero" Alan (because it's a kids cartoon and you're an adult, duh!). I was dabbing into bits and pieces here and there, not having a full picture. Tunnels of Time drew my attention, because of the sheer DEVASTATION Scott demonstrated. The elder brother and in charge sans Dad - I was bound to pay attention. John was the character I am - an introverted "intellectual". But the Tall, dark, charismatic and going kinda recklessly nyoooom didn't hurt either. Then I came across Recharge. And it hit me like that Runaway train. My Dad died when I was 22 and I took over as head of the family, as my Mom checked out in grief. I'm fairly sure I GAVE THAT SAME SPEECH in the Arctic tent to someone at some point - I miss him, I HAVE TO DO IT ALL (and do it fast), keeping busy with IR the PhD/work/postdoc/more work is the only thing that keeps me from going crazy. Verbatim. I'm still giving that speech sometimes. I saw a mirror of grief, self-worth issues and (non)coping mechanisms I recognized so much it was uncanny. So I knew these things: I've met yet another character that I know all too well what makes tick and will love forever - it's pretty much always the same character, give or take; the uppity Top Gun Flyboy persona is absolutely a facade - he's Tall, Dark, and Emotionally Compromised (hello there, sweetie!); I need to rewatch the earlier episodes keeping that in mind. And of course, Recharge (re)contextulizes everything - chasing a sizable city time and again to martyr himself for or to generally self-destruct, chasing Dad's shadow pretty much beyond the edge all but consciously (pretty candid for a kids show), going insane with a combo of worry, grief and guilt, keeping up the Next in Command mantle, sometimes just barely, the whole convo with Lee up to and including asking him to stay, the Chain of Command implications, the Hood's return implications, randomly adopting people and pushing them to be and do better. And just like that, I SAW Scott Tracy.

That was nine years ago, give or take. I've been through more losses, pressure of "command", responsibility, betrayal and just plain tragedy ever since. And every step of the way I feel I can relate to Scott more. The need to lift and inspire people to be their best selves - even when your own soul is writhing in pain and doubt. The crippling guilt over failure. The understated loneliness. The very unsubtle nonexistent concept of personal happiness. Being back in fandom also helped me explore (and confirm) and share lots of nuance about this character that I also felt were true. I wish for Scott a lot healthier emotional coping structure and support going on into his next decade than I got his age. He's my emotional support emotional wreck and disaster.

#methinks i have astronomy #thunderbirds are go #thunderask #scott tracy #scott tracy needs a hug #scott tracy needs his dad

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Omg imagine Y/N being a constant audience member in Rose’s shows and then White Choco finds out,,, THE TENSION,,, THE 1-UPPING,,, I am begging for something ANYTHING with these 2 in it—

Duel of Hearts (White Choco, Rose Cookie)

“Ah! Y/N Cookie, mon ami. Thank you for handing me my handkerchief. I’ve been losing so many of them, I can’t even remember how much!”

No worries, you knew how she can be wry handkerchiefs, pretty sure she lost a whole box of them at this point.

You had decided to come see White Choco today to see her train for the upcoming Sports Day. She was really touched to see you come to her first before anyone else, it just made her want to train harder for the day, she wanted to show off every inch of training she had to really impress you!

“Ready to see me train more? It motivates me a lot knowing you’re there to support me, yes?”

Oh…you would really love to, but you actually had something to get to later, but you’ll totally be here again tomorrow!

This was odd, but White Choco didn’t question it all that much as you left. It did make her wonder what was this event you needed to get to so quickly….

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“The stage is wherever I decide to dance.”

You felt yourself get more immersed into Rose Cookie’s tango on stage, the way she danced certainly shows that she’s embraced her craft. It sure paid off if you weren’t able to take your eyes off the cookie as she danced.

You’ve been going to Rose Cookie’s performances ever since Raspberry Mousse recommended you to go see them. You admit that you saw what the hype was about from the way Mousse describe it. She was quite the beautiful cookie and her dancing really sold the appeal to the tango.

It didn’t really matter where you sat as long as you got a clear view of Rose, wanting to see all she had to offer on the stage as she danced about. Being just one cookie amongst the crowd, you really only just saw yourself not being anything other then an audience member for Rose.

After the performance was over, you were up and ready to leave when one of the tango dancers requested “the cookie in the back” to come up onto the stage. That could’ve been anyone, the seats next to you were occupied after all, so you didn’t pay their announcement much mind.

Before you were held by the shoulder and spun around to meet Rose Cookie face to face. She gazes deeply into your eyes.

“Where do you think you’re going? I remember you in the crowd, you like my performances?”

You will admit that, yes, you did like them very much. She was the spectacle on stage with such skill and coordination with her movements, you couldn’t help but feel entranced by the whole thing!

“I’m pleased to hear you’re in love with my tango. I felt your gaze on me and wanted to dance extra stunning just for you…~”

Rose Cookie got close to you, face to face as your hands and hers slowly held together.

“You…dance with me~”

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White Choco was training with her fencing sword, thrusting the sword and parrying what came her way. She took a breather as she wiped her face with her handkerchief, she turned her to her right and sighed to see the empty bench again.

You haven’t been around to see her train as much as you used to…she didn’t get it. What was happening that was preventing you from coming to see her? She felt more motivated to do her best when you were watching, so to see you missing…it brought down her mood a lot.

….

….

….

It was decided

She was going to look for you and see what was going on, this was unnatural of you to miss out on her practice multiple times, always saying that something came up that prevented you from going, you were helping a friend specifically from what you’ve said over the phone.

Who was this friend you were helping out that was taking up your time with White Choco?

White Choco Cookie asked around the town on your whereabouts, but it would be Raspberry Mousse who tell her exactly where she needed to go.

White Choco entered the theater Mousse pointed her to, it had plenty of performers playing out their acts.

“Hmm, so many performing here. If this is what mon ami has been helping out with, then it relieves me to know no-“

“And now for the final act of the day, Rose Cookie and her dancing partner, Y/N Cookie!”

“Huh?”

The curtains lifted to reveal Y/N Cookie and Rose Cookie standing together, hand in hand, the two cookies give their bows before they clasped their other hands together as they started dancing.

Rose Cookie was wearing a special outfit for the occasion, she knew how much you liked her outfit~

White Choco could only watch as the both of you danced and tango in sync as you spun and twirled Rose Cookie around, hands never letting go as you danced with her, both of your faces red with blush.

You concluded the performance with a dip, Rose’s hand caressed your cheek and yours to hers, faces incredibly close to each other, almost as if you would partake in a kiss with her…..before you lifted her back up as you both took a bow, the crowd throwing roses onto the stage as the curtains came down.

White Choco was in disbelief.

What was this feeling she had? She was on edge throughout the whole performance, she…really didn’t like how Rose got too close with you, especially with that last part. She does admit that your dancing was wonderful though!

If only you were dancing with her instead.

White Choco met you in the backstage, to which you greeted her with a grin as you placed your normal outfit back on.

“So, is this what you were busy with, Y/N Cookie?”

Yep, Rose Cookie needed help with this upcoming performance and she figured you were the right cookie for the job! You let White Choco know that once all this was done that you would be able to come see her practice again!

“That brings me relief, mon ami. I will say that your dancing was exquisite. Any cookie would swoon in a tango with you. (I know I would.)”

You thanked her for the words, now, shall the both of you make your way to her house? Practice is long overdue with her!

“Of course! Let’s go-“

“Leaving soon, Y/N Cookie?”

Uh oh.

“Your performance is over, no? Y/N Cookie is coming along with me.”

“Y/N Cookie is my partner for dance practice. I would prefer if you let go of their arm please.”

“You can find another cookie to help you with that, Y/N Cookie is my support for training.”

“I must only dance with Y/N Cookie, after practicing and the performance today, only they can match my passion.”

“My training needs their support, they’re the reason I try as hard as I can. I’m not going to let you take them away from me.”

You could only watch as Rose Cookie had a scowl on her face that only grew as White Choco stood her ground and refused to hand you over.

Suddenly, Rose gripped your hand and tried to lead you away from the scene.

“Let’s go, Y/N Cookie. I will perform a special dance for you after today. I wish to show how much I appreciate your efforts~”

White Choco readied her sword.

“They are not going anywhere with you…”

“Oh? I’d like to see you try~”

“Back. Off.”

The whole backstage had to be cleared when two cookies started causing a scene. You and Raspberry Mousse, who heard the commotion amongst the audience, had to pry the two apart from crumbling each other.

You had to split the time in your day to the two cookies, it wasn’t easy, but at least it stops them from getting at each other’s throats again. It doesn’t stop them from trying to best one another though.

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[physalian]

POVS and Past vs Present Tense (Or, the Pros and Cons of Limiting your Narrator)

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Today we’re looking at the pros and cons of the different points of view through which you can tell your story, but full disclosure, sometimes it all comes down to how you as the author feel most comfortable writing, regardless of the story you are telling.

So this is less *what you should do* and more *what you might want to think about but don’t have to do*.

Narrating POVs come in these flavors:

First Person (FPOV)

Second Person (SPOV)

Third Person Limited (TPL)

Third Person Omniscient (TPO)

What you decide for your story doesn’t really matter, only that whatever you pick, you *must* stick with (unless you’re James Patterson who doesn’t give a damn). The same applies with whether or not you decide to write in past or present tense, so I’ll be covering both topics in this post.

You can choose whatever you want, but the type of story you write can benefit from different POVS. An intimate romance with few characters? FPOV, possibly with alternating narrators. An epic fantasy with an ensemble cast that spans the globe? You’d miss out on so much of the story trapped with one narrator.

First-Person POV

I… hate writing first person POV. I don’t hate that it exists and I love reading it, I just can’t write any of my characters in FPOV, it’s too weird. To anyone struggling to give their characters strong and distinct personalities, stepping away from the “I/me” pronouns may help you.

With that said! FPOV is by no means any lesser than any other POV. FPOV is, obviously, when your narrator narrates with terms like “I, me, we, us.” You are reading in their head, their train of thought, their internal monologue.

Pros: This about as intimate a look inside the story as you can get, you are zero degrees removed from the action. The biggest benefit is how well the audience comes to understand the narrating character as all your time is spent with them exclusively, unless the story head-hops. Every scene is colored by the lenses of the narrator’s biases and the knowledge they have of the story.

Cons: Unless you head-hop, you risk losing out on much of the rest of the story. Other characters can only be viewed through the biases of the narrator and any story happening away from the narrator is unseen, because they’re not there to witness it.

FPOV gives you the most flexibility in coloring your text with personality, think Holden Caufield from Catcher in the Rye. Every page bleeds with Holden’s thoughts and musings on his world.

However, FPOV, versus TPL, traps you within the senses of the narrator. You can’t get away with lines like “he didn’t notice XYZ happening in the background” or “he might have missed this subtle tell” because there’s zero room for ambiguity unless your tone allows for some comedic freedom.

You *can* say things like “Later, I would reflect back on X” or “Had I been paying attention, I might’ve seen Y” but those lines are almost always followed up with “But I didn’t in the moment and now I’m screwed regardless.”

If you find yourself stuck with a scene of a bunch of characters of all the same gender and you have to balance your paragraphs with names versus pronouns, FPOV does, at least, remove one of them for you with “I”.

Beyond simply using “I/me” pronouns, you can go the route of Anthem. Ayn Rand’s Anthem is written in first person, but with plural pronouns and when I read it in middle school, I spent the entire novel thinking all the different “theys” and “we’s” were entire groups of people acting and not the a singular being because it was middle school and pronouns weren’t a topic of discussion.

There was a scene where “we” (gender neutral singular protagonist) sees “them” (gender neutral love interest) doing… yoga or something beyond a fence, and in my head I was picturing like, ten dudes watching ten ladies all do synchronized yoga. It was funky.

Second-Person

This one almost doesn’t count because it’s so rare. Second person is reserved, I think, for three situations: Romance/erotica, self-help books, and horror/thriller works.

SPOV uses terms like “you think, you see, you feel, you do X”. It’s self-indulgent and I’ve never actually read a fictional work written in it because it’s too weird. SPOV is as intimate as you can get, because *you* are the protagonist.

I scroll right past all the "character/reader" fanfics but they have their audience, and I've never picked up an actual published romance novel written in SPOV, but I'm sure they exist for their own wish-fulfilment purposes.

SPOV in horror deserves more content and attention. The most iconic example I can think of is the storyline through Michael Jackson’s “Thriller”. In it, the narrator tells the tale of you, intrepid hero, who find yourself in the middle of the Thriller, and details your demise at the claws and teeth of disco zombies.

Second-person fiction relies on what your protagonist does more than who they are, as too-strong of a personality limits the reader’s ability to get in the headspace of their fictional VR-goggles. In the “Thriller” example, the story tells entirely of your physiological reactions (you’re paralyzed with fear, unable to scream, etc), not your desires and emotions, beyond terror.

Third-Person Limited

*cracks knuckles* My Favorite! TPL is very much like FPOV, except instead of using “I think” you’d use “He/she/they/it thinks”. TPL is still contained within the box of following a singular narrator at any given time, but the audience isn’t experiencing the novel through the eyes of the narrator, they’re watching it through the imaginary cameraman following them. Depending on how much personality you write your narration with, TPL can be nigh indistinguishable from FPOV.

If your narrator experiences pain, or gets knocked out in a car crash or a fistfight, the narration is still limited by their consciousness and awareness. The scene doesn’t continue on after the narrator passes out.

Also, as a writer, it’s a *lot* easier to write scenes your audience demands (like romance) if you’re aro/ace and/or too squicked out trying to write it in first person but still wanting to deliver. Same goes for violence/ horror/ combat, anything with a lot of emotion and drama that you can’t bring yourself to write as “I feel such and such so much right now” can be intimidating. Then it’s not happening to you, it’s happening to those poor schmucks unlucky enough to be characters in your book, and then it’s much more fun.

TPL and FPOV both favor the internal monologue, the only difference is the pronouns through which the narration is given. TPL also tends to distinguish direct thoughts by the narrator within the style of the text. This means putting the thought in italics most of the time, or adding in a “she thought” like a dialogue tag.

Third-Person Omniscient

If third-person limited was being the cameraman, third-person omniscient is being the bird watching from above, or God. TPO is a “third” narrator who tends to not be an active character within the story, just “the narrator” watching every other character go through life.

In some cases, you could make the omniscient narrator also in first person as a non-character, but they would have to be some higher power, or make your story a fourth-wall-breaking meta commentary, a story within a story told by an unrelated storyteller.

TPO suffers from lacking intimacy. You’re two degrees removed from the thoughts and feelings of the character and the story is colored with the personality of the narrator, not any one character you’re following (if there is at all a personality to the narrator).

Children’s books tend to be TPO because they’re not that deep. When I say children’s books I mean like Rainbow Fish, or the Very Hungry Caterpillar, not children’s chapter books.

But on the other hand, many classics are written in TPO. I believe the A Series of Unfortunate Events books are written in TPO with a *very* colorful omniscient narrator. The Chronicles of Narnia are also, I think, written in TPO with the absence of a distinct narrating personality, it’s simply the voice through which the story unfolds (it’s been a while since I’ve read either and can’t recall).

TPO tends to lend itself toward fantasy and fairytales because a colorful narrator just fits the tone and the unnatural reality of your world. The narrator of A Series of Unfortunate Events would be very out of place in a book like The Great Gatsby because it would only distract from the story, instead of enhance it.

Head-Hopping and Multiple POV

Head hopping should only be used when you do it on purpose in an established FPOV or TPL work. If you change perspectives mid-narration without any indication that you’re doing it on purpose, that’s just sloppy writing and you’ll confuse the heck out of your readers.

The term “head hopping” tends to be used when writers do it poorly, versus simply “multiple narrators”. This works best with an ensemble cast, or when the author doesn’t want to limit the breadth of their story to only the protagonist’s perspective.

The narration can shift between any number of characters, but I wouldn’t go higher than five or six with rare exception because it’s too many characters to follow. You can follow the protagonist and a couple of their friends, the protagonist and the villain, the different members of team protagonist – the list goes on.

It’s entirely up to you how you want to physically structure your POV shifts. Some authors jump between multiple narrators within a chapter (myself included), some give entire chapters to one narrator at a time, or a chunk of chapters in a row. Sometimes the narrating POV is signaled with a giant banner for their name or the scene opens with the narrator’s name within the first few sentences to let you know who you’re following.

POV shifts without the big banner works best when your narrators have very distinct personalities coloring their narration, see this post about humanizing your characters and giving them voice.

How each character speaks, how they see their world, the idioms and metaphors they use in their internal monologue, the cadence in how they tell the story, the syntax -- all of these help justify your choice to shift POVs beyond the flexibility of telling more story. You know you’ve succeeded when you can write an entire page in the new POV without naming your narrator and your audience still knows who it is.

Head-hopping in bad form can be an easy mistake to make, and easiest to make in third-person limited, because you’re already one degree removed. Unless you are writing from a telepath’s perspective, any time you begin writing the thoughts and feelings of a non-narrating character in TPL, you are head-hopping.

If Jane is narrating an argument with Mark, and we cut aside to suddenly start detailing Mark’s feelings on the matter, we have broken the POV. Jane cannot know exactly what Mark is feeling, she’s not Mark. Instead, Jane can look at him and assume what he’s feeling based on his expressions and extrapolate on what he might be thinking.

In which case her thoughts on the matter would be tagged with “Mark seemed to think X,” or “Mark looked hurt”. Doing it incorrectly looks like “Mark thought X” or “Mark was hurt”.

You can get away with “Character was hurt” with any of the following tacked on:

“...they thought/presumed/assumed/suspected/guessed”

“... that much obvious”

“... they could tell”

So long as the tag reflects how the narrator interprets the scene.

Multiple narrators inevitably lend themselves to a longer story and thicker book and a perfect example is the Percy Jackon series and its follow-up, Heroes of Olympus.

Percy Jackson is a rather unique case of shifting POVS. The first five books of the series are entirely FPOV from his perspective. We follow Percy and only Percy the entire time.

The second series hops between TPL perspectives, with the benefit of exploring other characters…. and the massive disappointment of your protagonist for five whole books being completely omitted as a narrator from his final run (but that’s for another day).

The books of the second series are doorstoppers because there’s so much more plot with multiple arcs now being written for each one. HOO is a “banner style” head-hopper, giving chunks of chapters to a narrating character at any given time and following only three to four narrators for a given book.

There was a book our teacher read in elementary school, blandly titled School with a peace sign and a bus on the cover and I have no way to google it because of its stupidly generic title. In it, the entire short story has at least ten narrators and it worked because there weren’t ten different story arcs, it was all the same story just told through ten different perspectives. It was less an “ensemble cast of rich and fulfilling heroes” and more “ten children each argue why they remember the incident the best”.

Twilight hops in later books, with entire swaths of Breaking Dawn divvied up between the three main characters. The Red Queen series and Throne of Glass also hop and it seems, to me at least, that, regardless of genre, multiple narrators are much more common in recent publications.

Maximum Ride is a funky rule-breaker. For reasons unknown, the author decided to write in FPOV for the protagonist, then jump perspectives to TPL for the other characters. It’s incredibly distracting. Why not just write the entire story in shifting FPOV? Or entirely in TPL?

There is plenty of merit to *not* rotating narrators. I like doing it because I like not being limited to only following one character through the entire story. However, creativity thrives in a box and not knowing what's happening outside that box can be equally entertaining. Following one character also forces the plot to center on that character (though doesn't always give you a protagonist with agency). It leaves plenty of holes for the audience to fill in missing information as well when side characters are off doing whatever and the narrator isn't there to witness it.

Present vs Past Tense

Tense, like head-hopping, is easy to mess up if you’re not careful, and both have their pros and cons.

Books written in present tense have the benefit of being “present”. You follow the action as it unfolds, uncovering mysteries as the characters do with the added oomph of it simply being written as it happens.

Hunger Games is written in the present and the added “oomph” is that this is a hellish dystopian battle royale and it being “present” subconsciously clues the reader in on the possibility that Katniss might not survive to tell the story back to us, she can die at any moment.

Books written in past tense have the option to get cheeky, since the narrator survived the story long enough to go back and write it down for you. Some books might begin with a retrospective in the opening lines or the prologue by the narrator warning the reader about the story ahead or insisting they were an idiot for letting things play out the way they did.

Most stories written in past tense don’t think twice about it. Past tense is simply comfortable for the author to write in and it by no means spares their heroes from dying simply because of the narration having to exist.

If you tend to write in one or the other and you switch it up for a different story, you, my friend, have quite the uphill battle. You might find yourself having to comb back through entire chapters worth of content fixing your verbs because you just didn’t notice the accidental shift.

Future tense does exist, but it tends to go with stories written in second person and I’ve never read a fictitious work with it, only in bits and pieces in self help books and, again, that doesn’t really count.

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TL;DR: How you narrate your work and in what tense it’s written is generally divorced from the genre and story you’re writing and has no impact on how the story reads. Any book with an ensemble cast benefits from multiple POVS and books in the fantasy/ supernatural/ fairtyale genre can benefit from an omniscient narrator, but it’s hardly required. First person POV gives the broadest opportunity to develop one singular character as intimately as possible, at the cost of everyone else. Third person POV removes the reader directly from the action, but is hardly inferior and can be nearly identical to FPOV save for the difference in pronouns used.

Regardless, inexperienced authors beware, head-hopping and tense-changing are easy mistakes to make. Stay vigilant and keep practicing and anything is fixable.

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[chaotic-on-main]

Your sparring post w/ levi finished me off 😭 would u ever consider doing similar stuff for Miche? I love the idea of sparring with him n havin to deploy some seductive techniques to distract him except u actually really like him n it works

Sparring 2.0 | CanonAU Drabble

☾ Pairings ➼ Miche Zacharius x gn!Reader

☾ Content/Warnings ➼ fighting, sexual tension, established-ish relationship?, suggestive themes?

☾ A/N ➼ HI! Okay sorry this took so long, I've had the worst bout of reverse imposter syndrome?? Idk if that's even a thing, I just know it was very disorienting to bring up Levi and NOT write about him haha. But I really enjoyed this as a writing exercise, it really brought me out of my comfort zone. The worst thing about how little time we got with Miche is how we don't have a lot to go on with his character. So with that said, this is kind of how I see him and I hope that's okay!!

☾ Word Count ➼ ~1.1k

The mid-afternoon sun bares down on your already sun-kissed face while you watch your boyfriend get his ass kicked by Captain Levi from the fence separating the barracks and training grounds. Miche Zacharius towered over Levi by a good foot and then some, so you couldn't help but laugh out loud when Levi slams Miche into the ground with an arm pinned behind him.

"Are they at it again?" Nanaba leans against the fence next to you, staring into the pit with an amused smile.

"Yeah. Ever since Levi took his place as 'Humanity's Strongest Soldier'," you use air quotes as you speak, shooting Nanaba a matching smile. "Miche has been trying to prove something."

"Prove what? That he’s shit at fighting?" Her comment makes you snort.

“Oh I'm so telling him you said that." You jokingly chide, bumping into her shoulder affectionately.

"Telling who what?” Miche's sudden voice startles you but you're quick to hide your surprise with a teasing smile. He stands in front of you with only the fence separating you two. With his height compared to you, he makes the perfect sun-shield.

"Nothing. Are you two done?" You look around him to see an empty pit, no captain in sight.

"Levi said he needed to make sure his squad cleaned the stables correctly." Miche says as he pulls up the bottom of his shirt to dab at the sweat that drips down his face. You can't keep your gaze from sliding down his toned abs and blonde happy trail as he does so. "Nanaba, did you get those reports on my desk yet?” He drops his shirt much to your dismay.

"On my way to do that now, Sir." She smirks as she gives a half-assed salute then turns and leaves. When she's gone, you look back up to Miche with a cheeky grin.

"How do you get your squad to listen to you right away?” You arch an eyebrow at him.

“They know I’ll kick their ass if they don’t.” His response makes you chuckle.

“Nanaba didn’t seem too terrified of you.” He gives you a lopsided grin before sliding his fingers down your face then under your chin, tilting it up to face him better with your chin now trapped between his thumb and forefinger. He leans down as if to kiss you but stops abruptly, his face hovering right above yours.

"Hmm. Are you?" He traces your bottom lip with his thumb as he eyes your most likely dazed face. His expression is hard to read.

"Should I be?" You swallow hard. He only hums and leans in more.

Miche was never this forward, and by the time you realize his true purpose, it was too late. He grabs you by the waist and wrist then flips you over him into the pit. You've always been known for your agility so you were able to land without issue. The issue was the fact that your 6'4" boyfriend came barreling down at you the second you did.

"Miche, what the-" You barely duck out of the way in time. A rush of wind hits your face from a missed punch. It wasn't as fast as you'd expect from him, which you were grateful for. You jump back to give yourself some space but he fills it just as quickly, putting himself in an offensive stance. You only have time to cross your arms in front of your chest before his knee makes contact. A dull pain makes its way up your arms.

Throwing your whole weight back, you backflip out of the way and feel your feet kick something. Good. If you could just get a little more distance… but it seems like Miche knows your fighting style inside and out because he doesn’t give you a chance to think. He throws up another punch in which you counter it with your forearm, using this moment to pull your knee up into his groin.

As always, he expects it and moves a leg back to avoid your strike. With one swift motion, he grabs your thigh and pulls up which knocks you off balance and you hit the ground with a slam. You’re gasping for air when he pulls himself on top of you and pins your wrists above your head with his knees on both sides of your right leg.

“Ready to give up, yet?” He grumbles down at you.

“H-” You attempt to move an arm and notice there’s quite a bit of give. “Hardly. Why are you going so easy on me?” You quip back, a smirk tugging at your lips. His body shakes above you as he laughs.

“That’s not what you said last nig-” You lean forward to close the distance and lock your lips onto his, cutting him off mid-sentence. He’s so taken aback by the sudden movement, but you feel him relax which is exactly what you were hoping for.

As quickly as possible, you pull your arms out of his grips. This causes an imbalance in his stance, which you were happy to take advantage of. You wrap your legs around him and twist to the side at the same time that you use your hands to push him. He falls without resistance. When you both land, he’s now flat on his back with you straddling his chest with your full weight. You pin his arms to the side and smile down at him innocently.

“Are you sure you’re humanity’s second strongest? We might have to move you down the list.” You chuckle down at him.

“To my defense, I just sparred with Levi.” He grumbles back.

“And yet you still picked a fight… and lost.”

“Okay, okay. Yes, you win. This time.” You lean down to kiss him again, this time with no ulterior motive. After a moment, you break away and sigh. Looking down, you see dirt and dust caking your once pristine civilian clothes.

“Now I need to go clean up. I was headed into town before you decided to beat me up.” With that, you gently pull yourself off Miche and offer a hand for him to help himself up with. He just wipes at the dust on his uniform with his hands, grunting back in response. Turning to leave, you yell over your shoulder as you walk away, “You could help with that, if you want.” A quick pair of footsteps falling in behind you makes you laugh as you lead the way back to the barracks.

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[fionajames]

prompts

A/N: Hello guys!!! I decided I'd send a list of various prompts for you guys to send me as requests. Absolutely anyone is free to use this! There are one word, dialogue, idea and song prompts!!!

One word prompts

hiraeth 

lost

catacombs

bloodhound

whisper 

broth

brine

froth

angel

wheat

camp

cry

shadow

bramble

herd

pack

wild

runaway

solstice

courage

tracks

woods

hike

firefly

quill

moon

sun

stars

spirit

song

splinter

clear

ice

sea

clouded

hum

jinx

limbo

wire

barbed

spear

sword

breath

holly

sink

drown

canine

willow

twine

whistle

Song prompts

not strong enough (boygenius)

meet me in the woods (lord huron)

cherry wine - live (hozier)

sweet tooth (cavetown)

1979 (smashing pumpkins)

bloodhound (the foxing)

rory (the foxing)

still feel (half alive)

best friend (rex orange country)

be nice to me (the front bottoms)

wires (the neighbourhood)

running with the wolves (AURORA)

the night we met (lord huron)

i’d rather be alone (boodahki)

cocaine jesus (rainbow kitten surprise)

romantic homicide (d4vd)

duvet (bôa)

breezeblocks (alt-J)

me and the devil (soap&skin)

heavydirtysoul (twenty one pilots)

father (the front bottoms)

waterfalls coming out of your mouth (glass animals)

genesis (grimes)

devil like me (rainbow kitten surprise)

rockstar (boywithuke)

bad habit (steve lacy)

my ordinary life (the living tombstone)

notorious (neoni)

nothings new (rio romeo)

lighthouse (the waifs)

step on me (the cardigans)

inside out (duster)

the man (taylor swift)

mind over matter (young giant)

rises the moon (liana flores)

sparks (coldplay)

mama’s boy (dominic fike)

way down we go (kaleo)

evergreen (richy mitch & the coal miners)

yorktown - the world turned upside down (original broadway cast of hamilton)

i love you so (the walters)

505 (arctic monkeys)

labour (paris paloma)

worldstar money - interlude (joji)

willow (taylor swift)

leave a light on (tom walker)

pretty boy (the neighbourhood)

lovers rock (tv girl)

the last great american dynasty (taylor swift)

you’re on your own kid (taylor swift)

ho hey (the lumineers)

stubborn love (the lumineers)

dear arkansas daughter (lady lamb)

watching him fade away (mac demarco)

o children (nick cave & the bad seeds)

Idea prompts

running through wheat fields

running through garden hose droplets

dancing in the rain

walking in the bush

splashing in the sea

horse riding

rolling down grass fields

trekking through forest

swimming in forest creeks

rock hopping

daisy chains and crowns

collecting wood for fire

bonfire at night

walking on abandoned highways and roads

lighthouse exploring 

cartwheeling and playing in fresh grass

morning dew and crisp morning air

dirt under your nails

tree climbing

abandoned towns

walking on train tracks

wooden boats

island exploring

baking in then morning quiet

watching movies very late at night

staying up late at sleepovers

corn mazes

wheat fields

frozen lakes

frozen forests

paper planes

jam jars

friendship bracelets

barbed wire fences

blood dripping on tiles

scratchy vinyl music

empty dark cold nights

canine teeth

fireflies in fields

camp cabins

sea shanties

sibling play fighting/rivalry (blood or not)

road trips with loud music

picnic dates in the forest

busy arcades

bookstore dates - the smell of old books

playing soft acoustic guitar in nature

playing fiddle and dancing around campfires

stargazing

laying in bed awake

Dialogue prompts 

“please kill me”

“i’m everything you can not control”

“i am the monster you created”

“am i that easy to forget?”

“i will never hesitate to put my life on the line for you”

“stars can not shine without darkness”

“i miss the old you”

“remember who you are”

“please don’t leave”

“listen here pal”

“how much is enough”

“i remember smiling the whole way home”

“i never told you i was falling in love”

“do you want to go wander around aimlessly?”

“you still feel like home”

“no matter what, you’re still my brother”

“i could never hate you”

“let me help”

“help me, please”

“we’re just kids”

“water is so exciting with straws”

“i can’t stop thinking about you”

“get in the blanket fort”

“when they smile, i forget how to breathe”

“platonic love is just as important”

“i’m homesick for a place i’m not sure is real”

“smile more, it looks beautiful on you”

“runaway with me” 

“dance with me?”

“come back to bed”

“your bleeding on my floor”

“stars sparkle in your eyes”

“sarcasm is a weapon”

“can we just go back?”

“i miss how it used to be”

“hold me”

“any closer to them and i’ll kill you”

“i’ll be by your side forever”

“are you ok?”

“it’s going to be okay”

“i’m going to cry, but happy tears”

“can i crash on your couch?”

“we’ve got more than two people crashing in our house”

“i belong with you”

“you’re my soulmate” 

“hold my hand, please?”

“they smile when you message them”

“i want to live”

“sing to me”

“we’re finally home”

A/N: @techs-goggles9902, @skellymom

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[nescaveckwriter]

Wandering Love - Chapter Three❤️💞

A/N: Awww I know it's been awhile, but here's Chapter 3 🐞, hope y'all enjoy this one💞

Side note: Thank you for the love and support 🐞💕

Warnings: Violence, mentions of sexual content, some scenes may be triggering please read with care.

The glistening moon is high in the sky, no stars in sight, a shotgun, resting against the wooden door, a rocking chair , going back and forth, lean fingers clasping to the handle, the long blond hair, getting tossed around, every now and again as the wind picks up, the brown worn out Stetson boots, tapping to the sounds of the crickets, the cowboy hat, is drawn low, so that you can't make out her face.

 A smile tugging at her rosy plum lips, as she recalls the memories of the man she loves, the deepest blue eyes, you've ever seen, his accent deep Texan, definitely different from the folks she used too know in New York, he was a large big man, towering over her, but she never felt afraid no, she felt safe, thinking back now, she felt home, but she left him there that day on the train station, wanting to explore the world, searching for a adventure around every corner, to learn less privileged kids literature, her parents never quite understood her wild spirit, she was highly educated, but wanted to travel, instead of marry a banker and get a white picket fence, with little ones running around.

Its been almost five years now, that she left him, standing there, she almost didn't leave, her heart was breaking, but she knew if she didn't go, she'd might look back one day and blame him, and no way she'd wanted to do that, she loved him to much to. But, if only she never left, she was always a lover and not a fighter oh no, but that sweet man, of hers told her that, if she's going to leave he will make sure she can protect herself, he taught her how to ride a horse, how to throw a punch, or two, always so careful not to hurt her, he's such a gentle teddy bear, but when the training with the guns, came she didn't want anything to do with it, but he insisted, so the first time, she pulled that trigger of that '45 the kickback was so surprising, that it threw her to the ground, of course he laughed but he helped her up, dusting her off, placing a sweet kiss on her lips, saying "you can do this my sweet little woman-child" and well today, she's got two 45's holstered on her belt, yeah her life, didn't exactly turn out as planned, she went about three towns over, when she got a place to stay by a sweet family of four, growing quite fond off them, two beautiful children and boy who took after his father and a little girl, who reminded her a lot of herself of that age, so she taught them how to read, and write.

 A tear rolling down her cheek, one day when she came in from the fields, bringing some corn and other vegetables, she heard the kids screaming , "Mommy" and as she ran in, she saw the two kids hiding underneath the table, there mother beaten, her dress torn, three men towering over her laughing, she screamed at them "leave her alone" which made one of the pigs turn around, tapping the other men, "aren't she a pretty one, so young, I will have some fun with you," she's not really sure where she got the courage from but she howled back, "you want me come and get me" the big man laughed, walking towards her with big ole steps, he stood a few inches from her and she threw a punch to his face, he didn't even dent backwards, he just laughed and threw her to the ground.

As he wear tearing at her dress, she saw his weapon at his side, and she went and grabbed it, pulling the trigger without any warning, the big guy, fell on her, and it must've been the adrenaline, but she rolled him off of her, getting up and shooting the other man and then the other, she was shaking like crazy, she was forced to take not only one life but three that day, tears was staining her cheeks, but the woman was grateful and the kids still had a mother, as for her , the sheriff of that town wanted to arrest, her, she shot he's brother so that's probably why. And ever since that day she's a renegade that's on the run, standing up for the folks who can't stand up for themselves. That's what brings her too this old town ' Grave Springs'

Sitting on the porch, waiting for other heartless bandits, and bounty hunters to come take this older man Bobby Singer and get the reward, dead or alive, he supposedly murdered his wife, but she knew it was the Jefferson brothers, her good friend she made along the way, he's a sheriff a couple towns over, one if the good one's, Dean Winchester, Bobby is like a father to him and his brother Sam, so when she got the request to come and keep an eye on him, till they can get here, she said she'll do it without hesitation. So while the old man is getting some shut eye for the road ahead, she's out here keeping watch, reminiscing about her life, and every now and again, remembering the love she found in Benny.

Whispering underneath her breath "I still miss someone, I'll never get over those blue eyes, I see them everywhere, I miss those arms that hold me," she heard the song playing in a saloon and it stuck with her, resonating with the words, the only problem is she is the one who left, not him.

 Her eyes wet as she dreams about what could've been, but he's probably gotten a wife by now, no way, he'll wait for her, he has gotten quite a few more years on her. Oh how many times, did she wanted to get on 'Savannah' and ride her up in the mountains, tell him she's there to stay in his arms, till the day she dies, but how could she bring all this to him, not much the people chasing her, but more the person who she is now, she's not the little woman-child he used too know, she's not his Willow now more, nowadays she goes by, CJ, short for her real name, Charlotte June.

She not the lover anymore, but rather a fighter now, fighting in more ways than one, fighting to stay alive, fighting to stay out of jail, fighting to stay the woman she was five years ago, fighting not to give into her hearts request to and get her man, hell all she ever does is fight, and to be honest she's tired of feeling so damn tired.

Taking a sip, of the small bottle of Jack, she can't help but smile, remembering how much Benny liked he's liquid gold, that was until they spend some time together, he didn't drink as much, they were to busy, loving each other.

Glancing over the stretched out darkness she can't help to feel that's the way her soul feels, she hated sitting still, that's when her head is filled with all those memories and thoughts, its exhausting. But it's her fate, and there ain't  a damn thing, she can do about it!

Her head shifting to the left as she hear the rustling of the leaves, already getting up out of the chair, grabbing the shotgun pointing it in the direction of the noise, the moonlight just lining out a figure of a big fella stepping out off the bushes...

Chapter Four Here :)

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[tarisilmarwen]

Rebels Rewatch: “Brothers of the Broken Horn”

Hooooooondoooooooooooooo! :D

When we open we see that Phoenix Cell has temporarily taken to port at Garel.

Which is looking as lovely as ever.

We pan down with a pleasant musical cue to see that Rex has set Ezra up with some blaster training, enlisting Chopper as a moving target.

Ezra’s already clearly frustrated and grows moreso when Kanan shows up and tells him he’s missing a Jedi training session.  His discouraged, “What if I don’t want to be either [a soldier or a Jedi]?” surprises Rex but alarms Kanan, who knows how desperately Ezra wants to be a Jedi in normal circumstances.

Neither man can figure out the reason why Ezra’s upset though (really guys? y’all be dense), and they’re interrupted by Sabine calling them in for a briefing.

The mission is honestly a little bit incidental to the plot, only really there to establish the MacGuffin that people will be wrestling over trying to possess this episode.  Ezra doesn’t get to participate as now Hera is on him also, to scrub the Phantom.

So many “teenager whines about chores to parents” vibes in this scene, especially when Hera chides Chopper for laughing about it and makes him help too lol.

Ezra is understandably feeling overwhelmed by the myriad pressures that are colliding over him right now, complaining to Chopper about it.  Kanan and Rex are pulling him in opposite directions and fighting with each other over it every step of the way, and this has made him discouraged, unsure of his path forward, and missing the simplicity of his life before the Ghost, as rough as it was.

So of course he jumps at the opportunity to distract himself from everything when Chopper picks up a distress signal from Vizago’s ship.

Borrowing Mom’s van to make a wellness check on your old criminal fencing friends lol.

Yes, this is super irresponsible and dangerous but also Ezra really needed this little day trip to clear his head and remind himself how much he’s changed from the kind of person who would’ve jumped at Hondo’s offer.

So this episode is mostly character building/character renewal for Ezra and also a Friendship Fetch Quest that nets us Hondo Ohnaka.  After Rex, he’s one of the most important allies we gain this season.

But I’m getting a little ahead of myself.  Back to Ezra doing things that absolutely got him grounded after this episode. XD

(Lol at Ezra’s defensive little, “I know how to fly.” towards Chopper, immediately belied by him scraping the Phantom on its hooks.)

Garel be pretty, what can I say?

Hilarious that the ship got stuck in Garel airspace, I have to assume Hondo and Vizago met with their, ah, “disagreement” literally almost as soon as they took off lolol.

Fyrnock cue coming back here, I guess we’re using it as shorthand for uncertain perilous situations now.

The similarities to the previous episode in the creepy seemingly abandoned nature of the ship I’m going to assume were deliberate in order to catch us off guard when it was all subverted and Hondo was introduced, instead of some horrible danger.

And yeah, Hondo is a bit “defanged” from his Clone Wars incarnation but I think it kinda fits, you know, the all-consuming overwhelming evil of the Empire is such that mundane run-of-the-mill pirates and criminal overlords are simply just not as frightening or dangerous anymore.  The Empire ruins everything, even the lives of outliers who used to just fly under the radar.

Ezra keeps darting glances at Hondo’s arm around his shoulder like he’s not entirely comfortable with it being there, lol.

I mentioned that Ezra’s mechanical skills sort of fall by the wayside as he grows into his role as Jedi so it’s nice that he gets to use them here.

“This was such a bad idea, Hera’s going to kill me when if I get back.”

Ah man, Ezra continues to have just such a look of regretting all of the decisions that led him to this point, poor bby.

He slips pretty naturally back into his street orphan trickster/swindler/pickpocket persona though, smoothly bargaining with Hondo to distract from his swiping the sentry droid control.

Frynock cue transmuted to strings instead of brass as we descend.

Nice to see a moon that looks like an actual moon.  This is a pretty unique location and I’m glad we get to visit it again later in the season.

Ezra planning ahead for trouble because he remembers how this kind of thing can easily go down, kind of a subtle hint at how familiar he is with the workings of the criminal underground.

And it’s a good thing he did because it’s Azmorigan that we’re meeting.  Love Ezra’s immediate look of, “Ah hell.” and hiding his face.

“I don’t deal with washed-up old relics!” “Come now, let’s leave your wife out of this.” PFFFKJHGKH HONDO PLZ.

This brief comedic exchange actually kind of gives some insight into Hondo’s changed circumstances.  The current criminal overlords consider him outdated, washed up, from a bygone era, an old fool desperately clinging to relevance.  It fits because Hondo is a bit of a classic romantic at heart, fond of what we would call “swashbuckling adventure”.  It’s the reason he loves the Jedi and thinks back on them wistfully and nostalgically, they represent the kind of dramatic tales and bold feats of a golden era full of opportunity for reward and glory.  But there’s no more room for that kind of frivolous excitement under the iron oppressive hand of the Empire, you adapt or you die out, and Hondo refuses to do either.

...Right, now that I’ve given myself feels over a comedic side character let’s move on.

The light woodwind ditties in the soundtrack belie the actual tension of this scene, especially when Ezra has his helmet pulled off.  (The cadet helmet he had Sabine paint for him, which he keeps retreating into when he feels unsafe in this episode, the biased shipper in me would like to point out.)

You can practically hear the string of curses inside his head as he tries to hide his face here.

No dice, Azmorigan recognizes him, cue Big Damn Heroes moment from the orange tin can murderhobo himself and a decent little action setpiece.  What I’m most impressed with/interested in in this sequence is Ezra himself, how he moves with such skill and finesse.

Also catch me crying remembering when he was tiny enough to hop over his own bound hands like a jumprope.  I don’t think that trick would work as well post growth spurt.

An impulsive and genuinely selfless move from Hondo as he pushes Ezra out of the way of the cargo ladder Azmorigan sent rolling at him.  And this is before he knows Ezra’s a Jedi so Hondo really basically just took one look at this kid and decided he’d die for him.  Which, you know, valid.

This droid is a menace lol.

Ezra takes a risk by using his Force abilities.  Fortunately Azmorigan is too busy fleeing for his life from Chopper to see, and Hondo loves Jedi.  (See again: classic romanticist at heart.)

“You must have many responsibilities.”  “Yeah.  Too many at the moment.”

This kid. :((((  He’s under such pressure.

Ezra’s little “Wait a minute.” side look here lol.

And he continues not to enjoy Hondo’s affection ha ha.

It’s cute but also my brain is wandering to the fridge on this one because:

A) Ezra is now comfortable with all the casual touches and gestures of physical affection from the Ghost crew, which mirrors how he’s found a new home with them and no longer belongs in Hondo’s world.

And B) given the events of last episode it’s not surprising Ezra is a bit touchy about weird strangers violating his personal boundaries.

“Maybe I would make a pretty good pirate.  Inquisitors don’t hunt them do they?”  Honey you are Force Sensitive and already on their radar, hanging out with Hondo would only hide you for so long.

(Yet another thing that’s apparently been on his mind and adding to his anxieties.  In light of that his initial refusal to help Vizago makes more sense, the kid has so much on his plate already and just does not want to deal with anything else.)

Lol Ezra talking to Vizago like Vizago’s a problem child he’s babysitting.

Right, this whole scene right here is why I don’t do stories with casts of morally gray protagonists, the constant backstabbing and side-switching are exhausting.

Look, even Ezra’s exhausted.  Poor kid needs a nap he looks so tired.

Fortunately for Ezra, Chopper has his back, having put the Phantom on autopilot beforehand.  So he winds up not losing the Phantom (this time) and actually accomplishing the mission without really trying.

I do wanna see that missing scene where the Phantom returns to the Ghost and Hera’s all ready to let Ezra have it and then this weird Weequay pops out lolol.

They look so proud, like, “Awww that’s our little gremlin child.”

Aaaaand this little heartwarming look from Hondo is getting to me a bit this time around.

He’s so fond of Ezra ajkhaksfjfh.

Hera’s taking the whole “running off with the Phantom instead of doing his chores” thing remarkably well all things considered.  I guess it helps that he lucked into finding some generators.

There is no reason for this shot to be this pretty this is just a hanger.

*sobbing forever about how Hondo functions as narrative foil for how Ezra could have turned out if not for his Found Family and how that’s acknowledged in-text*

SEE PREVIOUS OBSERVATION ABOUT HOW EZRA IS USED TO AND COMFORTABLE WITH CASUAL AFFECTIONATE TOUCHING FROM HIS FAMILY.

I caught a lot of unexpected feels rewatching this episode, I’ve always liked it for being a fun Ezra-focused episode but I’m seeing just how it fits neatly into his character journey.  Things got hairy last episode, the stressors and pressure points (Rex and Kanan’s bickering) continue to increase and he got understandably overwhelmed.

The growing pains in his self-identity, questioning whether or not he even wants to be a Jedi at this point, just to get granted a glimpse of what his life might have looked like if he had continued on that self-serving path and realizing how much he’s changed... aaaaaaah I love it!

Another successful Friendship Fetch Quest accomplished.

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[triumphantfury]

Hi!!! Just dropping by because I was missing your fics so I reread them and now I have to tell you how much I love you. I love you a lot, by the way. Like literally every time I read a chapter of yours I love you more because GAH the writing is so damn good. Ahem anyways thank you so much for the update on Wrapped in Red and I still have to fan myself every time I look at Upside, but I've been thinking the most about "To Suffer a Witch." I don't mean to put any pressure on you or anything but may I inquire on the next chapter's status? Or perhaps just request a snippet? Also when you asked the readers whether or not they'd like an eventual lemon I'd like to vote yes to the lemon. Please. Possibly-Demon Hiccup is hot as hell and I'm greedy. 😅

Thank you so much for sharing your wonderful writing with us and I hope you have a wonderful day, week, and at least a virtual cabin in the woods where you can relax, read, and at least think on writing!

Oh boy….

It’s taken me forever to get around to answering this ask, but as the new chapter update is almost complete (after way, WAY too many rewrites), I feel like I can finally post this reply with some measure of confidence. Sorry it’s taken so long. I wish I had a good excuse, but my brain sometimes just shuts me out.

Anyway, after much anticipation, and likely a little cursing, here’s an excerpt from the soon to be posted next chapter of TSaW:

*The next couple days seemed to drag by for Astrid. She felt trapped between a longing to see Hiccup again just to prove she wasn’t mad, and a strong urge to just write it all off as a delusion. Perhaps one brought on by some bad grain or curdled milk. Countless times she’d been sure she heard hoofbeats outside, only to have them grow into a roll of thunder the next second. Or she’d catch a glimpse of a dark shadow approaching on the road, only to have it melt from her sight a moment later as if swept away by the driving rain.

Some small part of her was starting to worry she was actually going mad. Her mood darkening as she channeled her other feelings into straight anger so as to help herself deal with it better. It wasn’t as if she could really speak of it to anyone, anyway. She was still too confused about it herself.

Resigned to bear this burden alone, Astrid had kept to herself as much as possible while trapped inside. Waiting impatiently for a break in the weather when she could distract herself with repairs outside instead. The Lord knows there was always plenty of work to keep her busy. That, and manual labour was better than wasting time dwelling on… Whatever it was that had occurred here the other night.

Fortunately - or maybe unfortunately - she’d soon discovered that the storm hadn’t done anywhere near as much damage as she’d expected given its ferocity. The house, shed, and barn had all weathered fair enough at least. An old tree had toppled near the back of the pasture though. She’d gone out to repair the section of broken fencing yesterday. Her brothers helping her as much as she would allow them to - which mostly meant keeping the opportunistic goats from escaping through the hole while she worked.

It had been while she was winding the last of the rope around the newly set post that Ruffnut had approached her from across the field. Somehow always keyed in to the local to-dos, Tuffnut had heard from one of their other neighbours that some people had started to fall ill in town. The worst of which was little Argh — Mr. and Mrs. Ack’s youngest son, who was not yet a full year into this world.

“Gunnar thinks it’s because of those witches that Trader Johan was talking about the other day,” Ruff stage-whispered over the fence. Her thumb gesturing towards the home on the far side of Mildew’s plot as she glanced around, as if to make sure no one else was within earshot.

“I’d be rather foolish to agree,” Astrid huffed. “It’s likely just been brought on by the rain. We all know that a chill in the air today sets a chill in the bones tomorrow.” Looking away from her gossipy neighbour, she dressed the knot as her father had taught her before pulling it good and tight. Then she stood and gave her work a proud once over. Nodding, as if to show her approval to the craftsman.

“Maybe…” Ruffnut’s hesitant reply trailed off thoughtfully, and she was chewing on her lip when Astrid at last looked her way again. It was almost as if she had something she wanted to say, but wasn’t sure if she should speak it aloud.

“Go on,” Astrid grumbled. “Whatever it is, spit it out.”

“Well, Gunnar told Tuff that Trader Johan said the evil, or what ever it is, would arrive first in the form of a black shadow on horse back…”

“Trader Johan has always enjoyed adding plenty of dramatic nonsense about ghosties, ghoulies, and other such things to his tales,” Astrid felt the need to point out. “He seems to think it makes the stories more exciting.”

“I know,” Ruff agreed. “Thing is, Tuffnut swears he saw a stranger dressed in all black when he was out in the woods yesterday. A stranger riding atop a huge black horse. When he tried to get a better look, man and horse were already gone. Maybe the horse was just really fast, but… Tuff said it gave him the creeps.” Her eyes were shifting all around again as she leaned closer over the fence, and she looked unexpectedly nervous.

“Oh, that was probably just…” Astrid’s words died on the way to her mouth as she thought better of it.

Astrid knew how Tuff felt. The unease of not being sure exactly what you had just born witness too. This did not mean that she should necessarily encourage him to repeat his tale. Especially when she didn’t yet know what to think of the whole thing.

Would it truly be wise to mention it to someone else? The twins had never been known for their discretion, and Astrid’s words would simply confirm Tuff’s suspicions — which he would then feel required to share with every person he came across. At best, it could cause a slight scandal that a young man had spent the night in their home. At worst, the superstitious townsfolk may think the Hofferson clan had entertained something entirely inhuman, instead.

No, it was best to keep what she knew of Hiccup Haddock to herself for now. Surely the others would learn of him soon enough. “Just… because Tuff was busy snacking on unknown mushrooms in the forest again.” Astrid finished awkwardly. Covering her near slip-up with an eye roll, just to be safe, and hoping Ruffnut wouldn’t notice.*

If anyone wants to read it, here’s a link to the rest of the story. Or at least the beginning…lol

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[henqtic]

magic it made . george weasley x reader . wc: 484.

authors note: unedited . a little summary is that the reader and george have moved into a flat in a muggle neighborhood and attempt to make the bed without magic.

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“this is so hard,” george huffed as he flopped down on the bed — the fitted sheet snapping from the two corners it had finally stuck to and curled over his face.

you’d finally signed the lease to the flat this morning. it was in a nice muggle town, the ones that you see on the television with trimmed bushes and picketed fences.

you needed a break from the wizarding world after everything had happened. losing life long friends, family members, and having your lives be at risk themselves, it was all too much.

he especially, being around his childhood home knowing that some of the most significant people a part of it could have been missing out of the frame.

it had been a month or two since you’d come to the consensus to finally move in together, and three hours since the weasleys and your friends left after helping you move everything in.

the nap you’d taken on the floor in a pile of blankets and pillows had been more unpleasant than being exhausted — so you decided to get up and get the sheets on your actual bed.

which proved to be harder than you thought without magic.

george sighed, pushing the sheet off of his body and sitting up. his legs still touched the floor even with the platform of your bed.

“can’t we just magic it made? that was the first thing mum taught me and siblings because it would never look just the right way if we did it by hand,” he took you by the hips and placed you right in between his legs.

“but honey, we’re living in a muggle neighborhood for a reason — these people do muggle things all the time and i think the least we can do is learn how to make a bed properly,” you reasoned with a slight whine in your voice.

it was sheltering to be a part of a pureblood family, yes. but you had come to terms with that and worked to integrate different ideas into your lives. the last thing you were gonna allow was you and the love of your life to be a grown man and woman who couldn’t make a bed.

“it would be so much easier though love, and then we’d be able to actually use our new — king sized bed, without our families being within earshot. doesn’t that sound good?” he hummed, hooded eyes wandering down your figure like a fox.

he always knew how to steer a conversation.

“i thought you were tired. remember?”

you placed your hands around his neck, giving him an inquisitive look as he found something to answer with.

“i can preserve my energy for. . . better things.”

you hummed long in thought before he interrupted.

“it’ll just be this once, we can ring hermione tomorrow and ask her to teach us.”

“promise?”

“cross my heart and hope to die.”

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♡ pairing: yang jungwon x fem!reader

♡ word count: 3k ?

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♡ synopsis:

Sent to spend the summer time with my grandma, i end up right back to where i came from. A warm feeling of nostalgia washing over me as i found myself traveling back in time to my childhood. Old memories that i buried in the back of my mind resurfacing— everything from to the smell of the wild flowers that surrounded me, to the first boy i had ever let into my heart.

♡ concept: childhood friends to lovers, slow burn, fluff.

♡ warnings: heated argument, swearing, dark humor. (tell me if i missed anything!)

• ✉️ ami’s note: this story is written in first person! this was also heavily inspired by my own real life events so hope it’s good! (part 1/2)

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As a small child my mom had gotten a job where she needed to move a lot. We’d never stay in the same place very long, eventually moving somewhere else after a few years passed. It had never bothered me much until we moved to that one specific town..

I was around six when mom said we were moving again. I’d gotten used to it at this point. And inevitably so, because of our lifestyle, i never had many friends. I mean who would want to after knowing you’d have to abandon them only a year or two later?

Everything changed when we moved to mom’s hometown. I had personally never lived there, nor ever visited, but she always said how it was the sweetest place. I could tell she was fond of it so i had no reason to protest. (i wasn’t allowed to anyways ㅠㅠ).

I remember the night we got there, seeing grandma’s little wooden cottage for the first time was probably when it hit me. It was always like this. Every time we moved somewhere new i wouldn’t believe it until we actually got to the place. Her front porch had a small rocking chair that swayed back and forth by the cool autumn breeze, four wooden pillars that connected into a little fence at the front of the house, a few potted plants on the windowsill and even what seemed to be a fruit tree of sorts in the front yard.

I moved away when i was twelve, and was completely devastated when i did. I got seriously attached to the warm and calm neighborhood since it was the first time i had stayed in the same place for so long. At the time i was so blinded by my own pain of having to leave the people who were close to me, that i didn’t realize i was hurting them as well. I told myself i never wanted to look back at the years i spent here, trying to erase the memories i’d made. Shoving the hurt and old memories in the back of my mind.

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When i finally came back i couldn’t help but shake the feeling of subtle dread as i stepped off the train and onto the old dingy concrete platform. Grandma’s place wasn’t far from the old train station, maybe a 10 to 15 minute walk. When i actually think about it, i’m sure that train station is at least a hundred years old..

All i felt was a lump in my throat as i saw that wooden cottage before me again. The familiar smell of morning dew and wild flowers enveloping my nostrils as i stepped on to the creaking boards of the mini staircase that led to the front door. Grandma was expecting me, of course. But i was surprised when she didn’t answer the door. That’s when i see a small note stuck on to that same old rocking chair, the white paint starting to chip away.

“hello dear, so sorry im not there to greet you but i went out to town to buy some groceries. I’ll be back around 1 pm. The spare key is under the house mat. Love you~“

The corners of my lips crept up, leaving a small smile on my face as i put the note back and squat down to look under the house mat. It used to say “Welcome Home“ but it was so dirty that it wasn’t recognizable anymore. I gently lift it up, my eyes immediately meeting the small key. I picked it up and pushed it in the lock, slowly turning it to avoid the door creaking open like it usually did. As i softly pushed on the painted wood, my eyes scanned every corner of the inside of the house again. The slight fading of the floral wallpaper, the smell of chamomile tea mixed with the hint of rust of the pans from the kitchen and the sofa that was filled with pillows that grandma had made over the years. “Yep, this is home.” I quietly mumbled to myself.

I had two pretty large suitcases with me and it wasn’t very easy to lift them on my own. They were still resting in the front yard, i hadn’t bothered to bring them up on to the front porch yet. When suddenly, a familiar voice calls my name.

(?): “y/n? holy shit.. it is you.”

Confused and kind of nervous, i turned around to see the one and only Jake Sim. He had definitely grown up. He was much taller than me now, his face had matured and his body was.. well.. you could tell he worked out. Amused by my reaction he walks up to me and nudges my shoulder slightly with his the palm of his hand.

(JK): “you okay? You look like you’re in shock.” He softly chuckles, trying to get a reaction out of me.

(y/n): “J-Jake? Hi..! Wow.. it’s been a while, huh? Sorry about that.. I’m just surprised to see you.. You changed..”

(JK): “Heh.. puberty hit me, i guess. It’s been like four years, right? Damn.. time really does fly by.. anyways, you want some help?” He looks and points over at my suitcases, picking both of them up with ease as we both head through to the front door.

(y/n): “heh.. thanks..” I giggle nervously, gently scratching the back of my neck.

(JK): “no problem! Think of it as a welcome gift, hm? By the way, if it isn’t too forward, when’d you get back?” He asks as he gently places the suitcases in the living room beside the staircase that lead upstairs to the bedrooms.

(y/n): “i just came in today. I was gonna unpack a bit before going out, maybe..? I haven’t quite decided yet.. not gonna lie, im kind of nervous about seeing everyone again..” Jake suddenly gulps hearing my words, knowing exactly what i meant about it. His eyes softened and his hand slowly reaching out for my shoulder.

(JK): “y/n.. It’ll be fine. No one held a grudge against you or anything, okay? It’s been years. We’ve all changed and grown up since then.. How long you staying anyway?” His eyebrows furrowed as looked at me kind of intensely, waiting almost impatiently for an answer.

(y/n): “Thanks.. that makes me feel better. I’m only hanging around for the summer time though.”

(JK): “all summer, huh? Did ya miss any of us? I know the guys definitely missed you..” His facial expression looked almost smug now, like he was proud of himself when he muttered out that had everyone missed me.

(y/n): “they did, did they? Can’t say i’m surprised, i knew i’d always leave a mark on you guys~” I returned his cheeky grin and we both end up laughing a bit at the faint sarcasm.

(JK): “well.. i’ll see you around, yeah? I have somewhere to be, i’m glad to see you’re back.” He leaned in and hugged me. It was warm and comfortable.. like when you eat a home cooked meal you haven’t eaten in a long time and it warms your insides up.

(y/n): “yea.. see you around.” I release myself from his embrace and he starts to walk backwards bearing a small smile, waving me goodbye, before turning around and walking out of sight.

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Reuniting with Jake was only one the first of many nerve wrecking incidents that were sure to happen. A few hours pass, and i’d made myself comfortable in the upstairs guest bedroom, which was once mom’s and my old room. I analyze the room, my eyes following the small traces of boot scuffs on the hardwood floor and the faint scratch marks on the wall above the wooden flower headboard of the bed. (As you can tell, grandma kind of likes nature..) I couldn’t help but smirk at myself, remembering how i used to spend most of my free time in here. My old posters had thankfully been replaced with antique paintings and embroidery but surprisingly, grandma had kept all my old drawings and my ugly ass arts and crafts, storing all of it in the back of some dark wood cabinet.

I heard at the front door croak open, the sound of it was pretty loud, somehow it never occurred to anyone to oil it once in a while. I rush downstairs to meet my grandma. Still as short and sweet as ever. The last time she’d seen me was when we moved away, so i changed a lot in her eyes.

(GM): “omooo! my grand daughter is so grown up now. You’ve gotten sooo pretty, dear! Aish.. Does your mom even feed you? You’re getting too skinny.. Let me make you lunch, okay?” She gave me a quick peck on the cheek and headed straight for the kitchen.

All i could do was nod and let her do her thing. Grandma always showed her love for me through food, it’s probably a universal thing i guess. I quietly got installed at the dining table, looking at it, nothing had changed. It still had the same round light pink lace table spread, the same thin white paper doilies under the pearly porcelain plates and rusted silverware, and the same dried roses and chrysanthemums in a glass vase in the middle of the table.

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The next two weeks passed in a drunken haze. I didn’t really leave the house much, mostly staying home to catch up with grandma and help around with the backyard and some household chores. She told me to go out and meet up with my old friends, but i just couldn’t bring myself to do it quite yet. A part of me wanted to leave this weird, awkward, and uncomfortable prison i had built for myself that caged me to the house, but my thinking was quickly disturbed when a loud knock came at the door.

There were two long windows on each side of it. I push one of the white cotton curtains back just a bit to try and peer out to see who was on the other side of the door. Suddenly, my heart dropped.

It was Jake, but he’d brought someone else with him. It was the one person i was trying to avoid the most… Yang Jungwon. I’m pretty sure i wanted to actually unalive myself in that very moment when he saw me looking through the window. His eyes met mine only for a second but i felt my heart skip a beat. I move away from the window and shake myself back into reality before slowly opening the door. But an awkward silence filled the air as soon as i did.

(JK): “hey y/n… um.. we weren’t seeing you around for a while so we got kind of worried..” He mumbled, trying to break the weird silence.

(y/n): “oh.. that’s sweet. I was thinking of going out today, actually.” I could feel Jungwon’s eyes on me but he was staying dead silent. My cheeks and ears heating up, shying away from eye contact with either one of the two.

(JK): “you could go out with us now, if you want? Jungwon and i were gonna meet up with Jay and Ni-ki in a few. It’d be nice if you said hi to them.” i looked up at Jake, avoiding the boy next to him like the plague.

(y/n): “oh.. sure..! Let me get my bag.” i went upstairs to get my handbag and put my shoes on, saying goodbye to my granny before getting back to them and closing the door behind me.

In a sort of awkward but amusing way, Jungwon slid his body next to mine, tilting his head as he slowly opened his mouth to say something.

(JW): “um.. so.. y/n, how’ve you been?” he said in a slightly shaky and nervous voice, trying to meet my gaze as we started walking.

(y/n): “i’ve been.. fine, i guess. You?” I told myself there was no point in trying to run away again. I wouldn’t make the same mistake i made four years ago.

(JW): “i’ve been okay. I missed you, you know.” his mood seemed to brighten up, a small hint of excitement in his voice as he sees my cold expression melt away.

(y/n): “i missed you too.”

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I remember when i first met Jungwon. It was my first year of primary school and our moms had somehow gotten very close. He was a pretty outgoing kid, had cutely crooked teeth in the front, a funny bowl cut and was probably only an inch or two taller than me. Maybe it was our mom’s close relationship or the fact that we went to the same school, but for whatever reason, we became inseparable. I felt safe, comfortable and happy whenever i was around him. His smile and laugh was one of the most contagious things in the world. But as we grew up, maybe i started to smile at him a little too hard..

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Our walk comes to end as we see Jay and Ni-ki wait at one of those old summer picnic benches. They stand up and greet me with a warm smile, patting my back and going in for a small hug. We all sit back down and start to catch up, chatting about what i’d done since i moved away and stuff like that.

This bench was special to all of us in some unique way, a bunch of things having taken place there. We’d always stay out here as kids. It was probably one of my favorite spots in the whole town, seeing the tall grass surround it and the few patches of moss that was growing at the base of the table just made me smile. I found a sense of comfort here, maybe it was that certain tall willow tree that shaded the bench perfectly from the harsh sun, or maybe it was just being with old friends, either way, i felt at peace.

Despite everything that had went down the day i left, it all seemed as if nothing had changed. Of course, we had all grown up, physically and mentally but i was soothed by the fact that i could just be myself and not be so uptight around them even when it had been years since we all hung out like this. With one expection, and that exception in the form of Yang Jungwon that was probably the reason i had a lingering feeling of guilt as i sat at that wooden table..

I came to learn that Sunoo had moved across the country, and Sunghoon was on the road for multiple ice skating competitions. My heart sort of sank hearing the news, knowing i could’ve visited sooner. I missed my chance to see my friends in person and it hurt me more than it probably should’ve. I asked where Heeseung was and Jay replied that he was probably studying or at basketball training. Apparently he had a pretty tight schedule now.

(y/n): “i’m here all summer.. i’m sure i’ll get to see him soon, right?” i look around the table, trying to read the expressions of the boys around me.

(J): “yea of course! Heeseung would never pass up seeing you, y/n.”

(y/n): “really? you think so Jay? Last time we talked it didn’t end really well.. It didn’t end well with any of you..”

(JW): “we dont blame you y/n. It all affected us when you moved away..” I turned to look at Jungwon, his head was down and he was watching himself fiddle with his hands.

(y/n): “guys.. i really am sorry. For what happened.. i don’t know why i left things like that. It was just.. too hard to say goodbye so i thought it best to not say goodbye at all..”

(N-K): “that’s bullshit, y/n. You know that. You didn’t say goodbye because of Jungwon.” he scoffed. Ni-ki was obviously a little on edge.

(JW): “seriously Ni-ki? It’s my fucking fault? Let it go, won’t you? Anything between y/n and me has nothing to do with you.” The table was getting tense, the rest of us felt the anger start to radiate off the two.

(N-K): “Even now you’re acting like a selfish asshole, of course it has something to do with me, all of us. When she was leaving all you thought about was how it would affect you, and no one else. You think me, Heeseung, Jay, Jake, Sunghoon or Sunoo would’ve acted the way you did? Your head is so far up your own ass you can’t even realize that-” He slammed the palms of his hands against the table, slightly raising his voice causing everyone to shake a bit from the sudden shout.

(J): “Ni-ki that’s enough. calm down.. we all agreed to not talk about that anymore.”

(JK): “yea cmon.. y/n is right there..“ Jake mumbled in a nervous tone.

Ni-ki huffed and stood up from the table, ruffling the back of his hair in a frustrated manner before walking away a bit to calm down. All i could do was stay quiet. I think i was just scared to speak, or maybe i was scared of them. The atmosphere was now dense and serious and the lighthearted laughter that once filled the air had completely disappeared.

(JW): “yea just fucking walk away again..” He mumbled in an angry tone under his breath.

(y/n): “Jungwon, don’t. It’s not anyone’s fault, okay? don’t act like you’re twelve again.”

(JK): “goddamn it..” He stands up from the table as well, following Ni-ki to try and bring him back to the others.

We watched from afar seeing Ni-ki slap Jake’s hand away from his shoulder and angrily storming off into the darkness of the cool summer night. The sudden cold wind hitting my shoulders meant it was time to get home. Everyone apologized for Ni-ki’s behavior, saying that maybe seeing me was a little much for him right now, i nod my head, understanding that he might feel a bit frustrated or overwhelmed but i’m pretty sure everyone was. Jay and Jake retreat to their own houses after telling us goodnight, also eventually disappearing in to the dimly lit side walk. It felt kind of weird being with Jungwon alone, we just.. looked at each other.. in this uncomfortable and awkward way. Until one of us finally spoke up.

(JW): “y/n, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have lashed out.. like that, back then, i mean. And even now..”

(y/n): “I want you to know i’m not mad at you, Jungwon. Back then, I just felt so.. helpless. All of a sudden, i was stripped away from all my friends and everything i held so fucking close to my heart. And.. I acted like a dumbass trying to handle it..” I could feel tears swell up in my eyes. My lip started to quiver as i finished my last sentence.

(JW): “Is that why..?” I cut him off with a direct but shaky “No.” knowing what was at the end of his sentence.

Everything went silent for a while.. only the gentle melody of the breeze flowing through the willow tree branches and the crickets singing in the distance filling my ears. I wasn’t able to bring myself to look at him, especially in the eye.

In such a quick motion, he pulled me close. His arms wrapped around my waist and his face nuzzled in the nape of my neck. I could feel his nose pressed against my collar and his warm breath on my skin.

(y/n): “what are you?-“ I felt small droplets of water pooling in the crevice of my collarbone, hearing his small sniffles, my heart practically broke.

(JW): “You know how much i care about you, y/n.. maybe even a little too much..” I finally hug him back, letting my hands run up his back and then through his soft hair.

(y/n): “shh.. i know.”

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(this like my first post ever and also the first time i’m trying out writing !? so please keep that in mind when you read this 🙌 I will be continuing this story !! again, hope you liked it 💗)

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