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aetheternity · 2 years

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That only happens in the movies~

A/N: Me: I'm just gonna write a small, quick headcanon post. Also me:

Synopsis: Just little things that 5wirl does with/for you based on romantic tropes in movies or tv.

Disclaimer: No pronouns used but Venti's part refers to reader as "maiden" once.

Kaedehara "kisses you in the rain" Kazuha

Kazuha didn't know and still doesn't really know how to approach the long standing feelings you give him. But you're starting to slip away, patience wearing thin and he's watching it play out, troubled with how to deal. At some point he doesn't know what comes over him but it's nearly two am Saturday morning when he hops on a bus heading straight for your house.

Yeah it's early and yeah it's pouring now, water soaking into his socks as he knocks on the door a little too hard. But you have to hear him, you need to come to the door. He watches the light flicker on inside finally pondering just what he might be able to say at such an ungodly hour. The thuds of your footsteps behind the door matching the pound of his heart. "Do you know-" You start but Kazuha's rain soaked face stops you.

His hair undone, strands clung to his forehead and cheek. "Kazu.." You say and then the realization that Kazuha was standing at your front door overtaken by sheets of rain flooding all around him made you blink in horror. "Oh my.. you're gonna catch-" But just as soon his lips were making you forget.. His cold wet nose gently sliding against yours.

His tongue slipping past your lips allowing you to taste what could only be described as purely Kazuha in every way you'd ever imagined. His arms finding purchase around your waist as yours fell onto his shoulders. He kissed the last of his own doubt away, you kissed him till all he could think about was you. You both stayed right there for who knows how long. Until you'd managed to find yourselves indoors huddled into each other's heat beneath the warmth of a blanket. Until you both knew for certain you belonged to each other.

Aether "and his attempt at cooking breakfast while you cuddle him like a koala"

He's got your body weight wrapped around him. Your ankles latched around his waist, breaths even against his nape as he works a spatula through a pan of eggs while simultaneously sifting around the fridge for some juice. He chuckles as the hold you have on his shoulders tightens trying desperately to continue the dream he'd forced you from when you'd both left the bed.

"Do you plan on joining me at some point?" He hums, shifting your body against him so you could hold on better.

He feels the scraps of your fingernails sifting over his bare shoulder blade and a grunt of protest slips from your throat. He doesn't need a glimpse of your face, he's already picturing the precious pout decorating those adorable cheeks of yours.

He meekly sighs, "I was going to cook some hash browns seeing as you love them so much but I don't feel like eating all by myself.."

Your head jerks up, you ignore the devilish grin on his face in favor of looking at the ingredients littering the counter. Sure enough everything he uses to make his famous homemade hash browns was already littering the space. "Mm so hungry." You moan He doesn't even begin to hide his laughter, cupping your head as you press it back into his shoulder, planting a quick kiss to your forehead.

"Get a couple more minutes of sleep in. I'll have it all done soon."

Venti "arriving at your door after a fight with a boombox above his head."

He wasn't quite as emotionally resonate as he could've been when last you two spoke. And when you'd told him you were going to head home he hadn't stopped you. Hours later and the grim beacon of hope you'd always possessed when it came to Venti never dulled. You sat so close by your phone, not letting it sit more than a couple inches away at your side the entire day.

You guys didn't fight that much so this spat couldn't possibly be worse than any other you'd shared with your partner of a year and six months. You already had the list of everything you wanted, no needed to apologize for. You just needed him to call you first. Just needed his voice to let you know that he no longer needed space and that it was completely safe to shower him with the affection you'd missed out on the whole day.

Your ears quirked at the sudden blast of your favorite song. Venti's song. The one you two hummed nearly every day since he'd introduced it to you. You stood from your seat on the couch, wrenching the window open to your boyfriend's cheeky smile. His black stereo poised high above his head as the drifting melody of the chorus grew louder with the closer exposure.

"Won't you come down fair maiden?!" He called high above the booming melody.

The laugh you let out was unrelenting and you raced out the door, down the stairs and into your boyfriend's arms. Kissing your way across his cheek and neck, over the shell of his ear and atop both pretty eyelids. His giggles so refreshing as he held you tight. So so tight, close so he could hear the whispers of your apology but he shrugged them off.

"Come, dance to our song with me, I've already forgiven you as I hope you'll do for me."

Shikanoin "shows up at your job toting gifts aplenty" Heizou

You didn't bother reminding your boyfriend about Valentine's day. You weren't that invested in the "holiday" as it was. But this year your disinterest was more in the form of prioritization or a need to read over the last of your notes for a work project you'd spent weeks obsessing over. Of course your darling Hei knew that because he listened to every one of your boring work stories now matter how dreadfully and painfully long.

But of course the mysterious glint in his eyes when you kissed him goodbye that day, let you know that regardless of your obvious apathy something you'd have to clean up was going to transpire today.

So it should've been no surprise to you when a chorus of giggling and gasping littered the halls outside your office door. The melody of women chattering away enthusiastically soon becoming hard to ignore. When the door to your office slid open a crowd of pink fur oozed its way in, limb by limb.

"Oh my archons!" You slapped both hands over your face, eyes nearly falling from their sockets.

"Give me a minute there's more!" He winked as he set the bear in the corner with a grunt.

A line of your co workers soon filed into your office with a large assortment of candies, flowers, smaller bears and finally a large basket of fruit filled with all of your favorites. A couple of your co workers slapped your back, some commenting about how jealous they were as your work space soon became nearly unrecognizable.

"Well? You like?" Heizou smiled gesturing with the bear he'd brought in's paw.

"I hate you so much!" You grunt, running into his arms immediately capturing his lips. "My boss, is gonna kill me!" You remark between each kiss. "We're not supposed to allow outsiders in our offices, especially not with all of this!"

Heizou let out a hum, "I needed to treat my favorite person in the whole wide world." He slid his arms tighter around your waist. "You've been working way too hard lately. He left a quick kiss in the crook of your neck, pulling away to massage your shoulders.

"Don't worry, I'll disappear before your boss comes back." He says with a wave of his hand, grabbing his jacket that he'd set down when he brought in the bear.

"Great, that solves one of my problems." You sigh, bowing your head but even so your smile is quite apparent.

"Can't wait to see what you got me.." He teases with an obvious wink.

You huff with a playful roll of your eyes shoving him out of your office as he chuckles. He turns in his stride with one final wink and an exhaustive amount of blown kisses as he heads for the exit.

Xiao "with his hand in your back pocket."

It's an enigma to anyone that knows of your relationship with Xiao. A blooming curiosity of sorts, how did you two even get together? Sometimes asked more politely than that. But even you'd questioned it on occasion when you kissed Xiao's cheek in private and he froze barely breathing. Or even just rubbing his knuckles to indicate wanting to hold his hand and getting a weird look in response.

Xiao would open up eventually, it'd only been three months you simply told yourself. But even so you still weren't quite sure how to properly approach him. You simply reminded him constantly that he was allowed to hold your hand or give you kisses whenever he desired it. And after so long it seemed as though your prayers had finally come into fruition.

Xiao had picked you up after classes as he always did and the two of you walked in almost complete silence to the ice cream truck always pulled up just outside of campus grounds at this time of day. Though as the two of you walked back towards Xiao's dorm you noticed his eyes lingering on your torso. That was new.. you had begun to assume Xiao didn't have sexual thoughts.

You opened your mouth to speak just as quickly shutting it when you saw Xiao attempt to speak in the same manner. Though disappointment soon struck when he clasped his mouth shut as well.

"Wh-what's wrong, Xiao?" You try awkwardly. He stops abruptly in his stride and in turn you do the same. The blossom of pink on his cheeks becoming less and less faint as he stared intently at your waist. "Xiao.."

He soon grunted catching you completely off guard. His eyes darted away shutting firmly almost as though your pocket had uttered something offensive. "Xiao.." You try once more reaching out to brush stray strands of his hair back from his face. "Please talk to me." You utter gently

He finds it in himself to look into your eyes then back down to your pocket. "That- movie we watched the other day.. The couple.. the man with his hand in her back pocket.." He points as though he hopes you'll piece the rest together in his stead. When you don't say a word in reply he sighs, "Do you.. wish we did that?"

And once the last of the puzzle pieces fall into line it dawns on you why Xiao was so attentive to a movie you'd been sure he wouldn't like. You have to stop yourself from snorting at the very clumsy way the two of you had approached such normal couples mannerisms.

"I'd love it, if you'd put your hand in my back pocket Xiao Xiao, thanks for asking first." Even with the encouragement Xiao was still hesitant until you graciously slipped his clenching hand into the back pocket of your jeans. "Kinda feels like it belongs there huh?" You tease a bit, a little too thrilled at the way Xiao's face flushed with red.

The two of you managed to stay that way until you reached Xiao's dorm. Straight through the hustle and bustle like the couple you'd always hoped you two could be.

#5wirl x reader #i'm the first person to write 5wirl x reader it seems #congrats to me for making the tag tasteful quickly #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #kazuha x reader #kazuha x gender neutral reader #aether x gender neutral reader #aether x reader #venti x reader #heizou x reader #heizou x you #xiao x reader #xiao x gender neutral reader #5wirl

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natriae · 1 year

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chapter 8

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That night you placed your phone down on the table and thought about what Ushijima could be needed to talk to you about. It seemed urgent, but you didn't want to face your problems right now. What if he wants to talk about what you think it is? What if he's just being dramatic to get your attention? You won't know until you text him back, but it was a Wednesday night and you have work tomorrow. You're not dealing with this tonight, so you'd rather remain with his thoughts unknown, and live with the question of what he wanted to talk about. You wouldn't respond to him soon, right? Or hopefully you could pass it with him thinking it was the wrong number.

You laid-back on the couch and pulled the blanket up. Turning so you could watch Isamu's bedroom door. You didn't want to mess up his life more, and you have a feeling that if you respond to that message things will change, a lot. Your eyes started to close through all your racing thoughts. You woke up to the sun shining through the windows, and began your morning routine of folding up the blanket you were using, putting it in the closet, and then taking your pillow and placing it on top of the blanket. You walked in to Isamu's room and gently shook him awake. You opened his blinds, and then walked back to his bed and placed his glasses on his face. You left him with a kiss on his cheek, and told him you'd start working on breakfast while he got ready for school. You made him his favorite bento. Hayashi rice on the bottom container and some of the leftover onigiri in the top. More then enough food for your growing boy. You wrapped up the bento in a green cloth with small pandas on it. By the time you finished Isamu was ready for the day and came walking into the kitchen with his uniform.

"mom are you sure you don't want to sleep in my bed. We could share I don't mind," He said. His big doe eyes watched you tie the cloth for his bento. You knew he felt guilty for being the only one with a room, but you wanted to give him as much as you could, and if that meant no bed for you then you will do it. Plus, you've spent every night for almost 6 years on that couch. You're more then used to it by now.

"i'm sure baby, now eat up," you placed a bowl of rice, tomagoyaki, and miso soup on the living room table for him to eat. You also placed a mug filled with hot water on the table for him to drink. Ushijima told you a long time ago that starting your day with hot water is good for your body, and it has stuck with you ever since.

"are you gonna eat," He asked, his cheeks full of rice. He glanced over to you washing all the materials you used to make his food.

Lying you turned back to your son and said, "no, there's food at the office, i'll grab something there," There was not food at the office, but Isa's never been there to know. You bank account was low and you could starve yourself for a bit if it meant you growing boy's belly was full. You would find scraps to eat if you really needed too. Just a few more days till pay day. You could make it. It's not the first time you had to do this.

Isa finished his food and began washing his plates before he left the house for class. You guys had a routine, Isa would walk to school with his friend and you would pick him up when the day was over. You went to the closet in the bathroom and grabbed your work clothes. Changing quickly while Isa finished washing his dishes. Coming out Isa was holding his bento and had his bag on. He ran up and gave you a hug. "have a good day mom," he said in your stomach. You responded with a quick you too and gave him a kiss on his head. Before you knew it he was out the door running to his friend who lived down the hall.

You felt your phone buzz in your pocket and you pull it out to see a text from Sakusa. You felt you face heat up at the thought of him and immediately opened the message

Sakusa: hey, are you and Isa free this weekend?

Sakusa: It's my last day here, and I wanna take you out on a date, and get to know Isa more.

You: Sure!

You: Are you sure you want Isa to come with?

Sakusa: Yeah, I'm gonna be completely honest with you. I want to get to know you more so we can be something more then friends. Isa should probably get comfortable with me.

You thought about his words, and this is the first time in a long time someone has actually tried to be with you. Maybe you should give him a chance. I mean Isa likes him too.

You: Sure why not!

You: I too think we could be something more.

Maybe it was the joy of getting attention, but you were excited to see where this realtionship would lead. You couldn't help but imagine seeing Isa excitement if you were dating his idol. Also Sakusa was very handsome it would be nice to have him by our side. He was tall and sweet. Yes he did lie to you, but he probably didn't want you to get very confused with everything. I mean it was in the pass. You guys need to move on.

You spent your whole work day thinking about your date with Kiyoomi. You smiled at the thought;He insisted you called him Kiyoomi. You were on a small high from the attention and got through more work then usual. Your day had ended, and on your way to clock out or manager commented on how proud they were with your work ethic today. You smiled walking out of the office building and the bright sun was shining over tokyo. Maybe you were wrong, this would be a good week.

You picked up Isa and he gave you a hug. Once you were away from enough people you told him the good news. Keeping out the part that it was technically a date. As expected he was so excited he started jumping up and down while holding your hand. Between his happiness and yours you could help but jump with him. Just a mom and her son jumping around a random street in tokyo. Cheering and high fiving each other.

Before you knew, it was Saturday, and you and Isa were on the way to the park. Sakusa had said he would handle everything needed for the picnic. You thanked him in your mind for a much different reason then you actually thanked him for. You said thank you as a courtesy, but you were truly greatful because food was getting low and all you had left were canned food items. You didn't need him to see how little your income was. At least not yet. Once you go to the park you see the curly haired man sitting under a tree with a big red picnic blanket under him. There seemed to be three bentos. There was a blue, pink and black cloth covering them and a small cooler set up for what you assume is for drinks. The black bento seemed much larger then the others, and you wondered what he was hiding. Walking up to the blanket Isamu began to walk behind your legs. Seemingly shying away from Sakusa's view. You've never seen him like this, but he seemed cautious of Sakusa. Honestly the little boy was worried he'd ruin this for his mother. Yes, he was a fan of Sakusa but in real life Sakusa was much taller then him and far more powerful. He was worried Sakusa would take his mom's attention away from him.

The curly haired man looked up from his phone and let out a small smile seeing the two of you walking over. You took your purse off and sat down letting Isa sit in your lap. You thanked Sakusa once again as he began unwrapping the bentos. Isa was looking around everywhere but Sakusa, yet when the bentos were finally open and displayed in front of him he couldn't help but fanboy over the umeboshi.

"do you like umeboshi too?" Sakusa asked the young boy.

Isa wide eyes looked at Sakusa and shook his head, "i've never had it," He said. When Isa looked back up at him Sakusa genuinely felt guilty for telling Ushijima instead of letting you do it. He watched the way you let Isa sit on your lap, how you would feed him, and how you smiled at the school boy like he was the north star. It's not all Ushijima's fault he knew that, but his crush on you since highschool glossed over the fact, and he would take all his anger out on Ushijima.

He had to see it every god damn game against Shiratorizawa. The way you would tend to Ushijima's injuries and give him affirmations before he went back on the court. It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair that you guys had lived so close to one another. It wasn't fair that Ushijima got to hold you, and kiss you, and make love to you when he treated you like shit. Of course he didn't know the whole story, but he knows enough. Why did you keep his kid? Why do you take care of his kid so well? It's not fair, you should be holding his child, taking care of his kid, and he would make sure that one day you would. That Isa will no longer get his mother's support because he has a bastard as a father.

The whole picnic Sakusa couldn't help but glare at the innocent child. So much of him looked like Ushijima it was sickening. The way he smiled, his hair, and the way he spoke.

You felt you phone buzz in your purse, and you took it out while you chewed on your delicious food. Your work was calling, and you couldn't help but get excited at the thought that they finally saw your hard work and were going to surpise you with a raise. Excusing youself from the two you turned your back and walked over to a more secluded part of the park.

On the blanket Sakusa tried to make conversation with the little boy. "so do you play volleyball," he asked. He assumed the boy did seeing his bright smile on his face.

"No my mom never let me. She doesn't want me getting hurt, but i like watching!" Isa responded happy to have a conversation with the spiker. Sakusa nodded at that looking at the rim of the boys glasses.

"i'll teach you," Sakusa said.

"really..." the little was was excited, but his smile fell when he remembered his mom's words. She wasn't even here for him to get permission. "Actually I shouldn't. My mom will be mad," Isa said.

This was gonna be a lot harder then he thought. That's when a great idea popped into his mind. "She'll be fine, it's with me, a pro..." He could see Isa was still lost in thought of what his mother would think, "i'll tell you a secret if you play with me," Sakusa said quietly. Bingo. Isa hopped up at that and picked up the volleyball that sat at the edge of the blanket. He ran over to a grassy area not far from the blanket. Sakusa smiled and was happy he would finally get this meddling child out of the way.

Across the park you had picked up the phone.

"hello is this l/n y/n?" the person on the line questioned.

"this is she," you said, attempting to keep your voice confident, but not show to much excitement.

"hi, were sorry to tell you this, but your gonna have to wait another two weeks for your check," you faced dropped at the statement, "there were some issues with your bank and that's the best we could do. We'll combined that check with your next one. Sorry for the inconvenience." They said before hanging up. What were you gonna do. You needed to pay bills, and rent, and you definitely can't tell anyone. You took a deep breath to calm down and began walking back over to the picnic table. You started walking faster and then running when you heard the fimilar crying of a little boy. Sakusa was off to the side leaning on the tree with a pissed off face. Your little boy was sitting with his head down, and that's when you saw the blood over his hands, and clothes. Running over and sitting quickly on the blanket you lifted his face up to see one of his glasses' lenses shattered. There was a small cut on the side of his face and his nose was bleeding. He had the eye of the shattered lense shut in pain.

"mommy it hurts," Isamu wailed. Other park goers watched from afar as you looked up to the younger man still leaning against the tree. His face changed quickly seeing you glare at him.

"what happened?" you asked, still holding Isa's face. You were more then pissed trying to make sense of everything happening. You took his glasses off, and grabbed the pink bento cloth to try and stop the bleeding. Sakusa finally got off the tree and got down next to Isamu to "try" and help. He still hadn't responded when you saw Isa flinch at the movement of Sakusa hand. Tears started to well up in your eyes seeing you baby in so much pain. All from a man you thought you could trust.

Seeing that Sakusa still hadn't responded a near by family having a picnic too stated that Sakusa had spiked the ball in your son's face. Someone further way said they had a recording.

"yeah, he laughed after too. Didn't help the kid at all. He wouldn't let anyone come over because the kid could help himself,"

What. The. Fuck. You turned over to Sakusa flaring your nose not even being able to comprehend your anger. Another person in the park said that it seemed intentional. Isa shakly crawled into you lap his nose and face still bleeding. His glasses were too broken to be on his face, so you held your baby in your arms quickly grabbing your purse and running away from Sakusa. Tears started to fall from your eyes because you were so angry. Isamu was still crying in your arms, and it was abundantly clear that small pieces of glass were in his skin and eye. Definitely making the pain worse. You couldn't do this alone so you were left with no choice, but to call the one person's number you had that was in Tokyo. It got harder to breathe and you felt another attack coming on, but you needed to be there for Isa he was clearly terrified, and needed to see his mom be strong.

Hitting the call button you brought the phone up to your ear, shaking, and panicked that you wouldn't be able to get your words out. As sook as the phone was picked up the man on the line told you to take a deep breath before talking.

" I-I need you really badly right now," you spit out quickly feeling the lump in your throat get bigger as Isa wails got louder.

"send me your location. I'm on the way," He said, in the background you could hear the fading voices of people calling his name. You quickly ended the call and sent him your location. Thank god Sakusa didn't come looking for you, probably on a call with his manager over the soon to be leaked video. You were taking deep breaths and leaned your head back feeling it much heavier then usual. You could sense Isa panic at your state, and he tried to grab your head to looked at him. You looked down at the boy and repeated that everything would be okay.

A tall man came running through a crowd. His face strong and filled with worried. His green hair was blowing in the wind as he picked up his speed seeing you and Isa in such shambles. He lifted the two of you off the bench and brought you into a hug. Behind the two of you Ushijima could see a figure of Sakusa jogging closer to you guys. "follow me, we're going to the hospital," He stated, as he reached over to grab Isamu from your arms. However, before Ushijima could grab him Isa hooked his arms around you neck and asked in a small voice. "is he my dad...is that why you called him?"

tags: @mineta-phobic @rukia-uchiha-98 @ssc7514 @megumuro

i'm so sorry guys

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thebunniwagon · 1 year

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ok i'll bite, i'd love some fluffy reader x N headcanons pls /w\><3

Ok let’s see!

N x fluffy you!

When you and N first started to date, he would often make metal flowers by using the parts of deceased drones, his own way of trying to make amends to the worker drones.

You’d rarely make flowers, using the rebar and scrap metal you’d find around your temporary base, before handing the flowers to him with great care and love.

One day you and Uzi managed to find some covers that the humans used, you’d kept one of the covers for a secret project.

Sharing a blanket, you were the little spoon while he was the big spoon, his arms surrounding your torso. There wasn’t much living space on the spacecraft, so Uzi made the suggestion to relocate to another place, everyone agreed.

Even before you both started to share secret smooches behind the tower of corpses, you made sure to keep an eye on N, after all he is a murder drone. A drone that eats your kind, propagated by cruel gods who would surely genocide you all.

When N snuck off for the first time, you grabbed a hidden shiv that could kill something with a well placed strike. You carefully followed N to where he was going, hoping to get rid of a potential threat. Scared that N is secretly going to call his fellow drones to put an end to you. He was cordial with you, but you figured it was an act.

You’d caught up, ready to fight the drone, only to find him digging though some rubble. Your steps are silent, until you step on a can, alerting the drone.

You hid your shank, while he got up hiding his own secret.

“H- hey… N”

“Oh uh, y/n, I didn’t know you were following me”

“What do you have there?” N shuffled in place, his interface about to run an excuse program, as he blubbers up his words. You let go of your shiv, careful to use your heel to cover it with the ash. Realizing that N most likely would’ve been able to kill you in a second, your paranoia slowly starts to subside, accepting that maybe you were wrong about N.

“It’s a gift, for someone…” he says, still idling in place, softly blushing.

“For Uzi?” You reply, hoping to find out what he’s hiding.

“Uh, for um, you…”

He finally reveals what he’s been hiding, a small snow globe in pristine condition, he hands it to you while blushing. You accept the gift, happy to see that N thought so highly of you. You feel a little guilty, first for intending to harm and betray him, and secondly for not showing him your token of appreciation.

Ever since, you’d make gifts for him in hopes of matching the snow globe he gave you. Unfortunately, there isn’t much to craft with in the wasteland, at least to make something decorative. You’d both scavenged together, shooting quips at each other while Uzi reminded you both of your duties.

One time you suggested that he’d find a new hat, one that you conveniently managed to find rather quickly, skipping over valuable resources that Uzi asked you to bring back. They can wait, it’s not like they’re going anywhere, but this chance is quick to disappear and is seldom rare. You yonk the hat, and offer the hat to N, he declined of course. He really likes his pilot hat, so you figure that you would modify it, better than replacing it.

You decided to ask him out one day, by carefully crafting a flower, something you’d practiced over the previous weeks. In this flower, you painted with scavenged crayons you melted down. By using a paintbrush you crafted, you carefully painted the metal flower blue, while the stem was painted green.

When N returned from his scavenging mission you called to him, he followed you, and you led him to your gift. When you were both out of the others sight, somewhere private, you confessed your true feelings for him. How you loved every single one of silly quips, even the terrible ones. How every night you envied his ability to sleep upside down, wishing you could be close to him, how every gift he gives makes your robotic little heart flutter. You showed him your flower, ready for rejection.

His interface was glowing bright, large blushes overlapping his face. He reached behind him, pulling out a brown jacket with white fur, apologizing all the while for not getting a better gift. You giggled as he accepted your confession, giving him a gentle kiss on his cheek.

You held his face your hands, happy to have someone as caring as him. You both heard a squeal from behind some rubble, Uzi’s beanie visible above of the spot. N was about to go investigate, but you held him by his hips, bringing him back to you.

Sharing a kiss, you both stood there, basking in the violent ash storm. After separating, you held N’s hand as you both returned home.

“I love you N”

“Oh em, I love you too Y/n”

“I love you more”

“No, I do!”

“One of us is lying then”

You’d dragged the poor drone to your sleeping spot, forcing him to share it a small seat with you. But he stuck around, preferring to be with you instead of being outside alone.

Nowadays, you and N would sleep outside to bask in the wind and give Uzi some privacy, sharing a blanket to ward off the cold.

Thanks to your scavenging missions, you finally had the materials needed to create a perfect gift for him. You just needed his captains cap, the one thing that he doesn’t give out easily, only letting you hold it for a few seconds.

When you and N were sleeping together, you slowly let go of him, grabbing his cap while gently kissing his head. You got up, heading to your secret bench where you gathered your materials.

There, you worked all morning, getting tired but still pushing yourself to keep crafting.

Eventually you finished your gift: N’s captains hat refurbished with shiny metals lining it’s sides, fur interwoven with new soft strands that you’d found, it’s emblem shined to perfection.

You hid the gift, going back to join N in your sleep. Waiting for night to come, you wrapped N in your arms as you shut your systems down.

When you awoke, N was gone from your arms, leaving only you covered by the blanket.

You found N digging through some trash, so you hug him from behind. He yelps in surprise, his tail standing still as to not sting anything.

“You surprised me Y/n! Oh um, by any chance have you seen my cap? I think I must’ve lost it, I swear I had it on before I slept”

You try to lift him up but he’s too heavy, he giggles at your attempt, you contemplate letting him fall. Letting him down, you ask him to follow you, saying you have a gift for him. You bring him to a ash hill and ask him to close his eyes, he covers them with his hands, and you retrieve the gift. The cap a little but of ash on it, you swipe it off and tell him to open his eyes.

He opens his eyes to a new cap, prepared with a small bow, his gift.

“Really Y/n, for me?”

“Yes!”

He picks you up with a giddy squeal, spinning you in his arms. You kiss him as he held you up, using your arms to hold his cheeks. The wind blew slowly tonight, leaving you both in peace. That was until you both heard a squeal erupt, you fell as a spooked N let go of you, he looked back at you with panic. You both looked at who was spying on you both, a purple beanie just above some cover.

“We can see you Uzi”

“No you can’t”

“Yes we can”

“Bite me”

I hope I did well!

Hey, psst!

I need your honest opinion here, do I write too much? Sometimes I think I add to much to these “headcannons” turning them into short stories instead of specific scenarios that address the request, I’m not sure if this is what you’d prefer or not, please let me know.

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romanoffsbish · 2 years

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A Chance Encounter: Dinner, and a Movie... Star

Scarlett Johansson x Fem!Reader

A Walk in the Park (Previous)

Warning: Angry Scarlett, Grief, Dead OC!Child, Depression ™️

Put it under one Natasha tag for exposure, hope it doesn’t offend like the Bucky ones do. 😳

Ever since meeting you at the park just two days ago Scarlett's been unable to get you off her mind, and the thoughts are completely all over the place. One second she's swooning over you and the way you made her heart feel lighter with every giggle, or the loving glance you'd cast towards all present children. She thought you were stunning, and she loved the way that you were entirely too easy to fluster, the happy news that you're single was just a bonus.

Then the next she's pacing around her room, engaging in a matter of mental gymnastics on as to why you'd been a volunteer at her daughter's school for the last four years if Angie had only been there for a years time. Deep, like really deep down she'd known you weren't some crazed stalker, but that same gut feeling she has about you has led her astray three separate times, and now she's justifiably paranoid.

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"Mommy! I'm ready to go, and I even got Carson dressed too, I put him in that cute sailor creeper and now he's playing in his walker. Are you ready to go yet?"

"Yes my love, I'll be downstairs in just a few minutes, make sure you grab the pie from the fridge." She shouts through the door, then she finishes her look up before heads downstairs, deciding that worrying won't give her answers that only you have, and she's itching for them.

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"Mama!!! Ri-Ri is coming over soon!"

"Yes she is, so tell me then honey, did you clean your room?"

"Yes! I cleaned it, and I even made my bed." She beams, and you smile right back at her while also making a mental note to go see the mess that is definitely her "made" bed before the company arrives.

"I'm so proud of you angel, go ahead and watch your cartoons and when you hear the knock on the door come get me."

"Okay mama, I love you!" She says as she throws her arms around your legs, and you rub her back with the hand that's not stirring the contents in the pot, and return the sentiment.

You'd weighed out your options for dinner, and after discovering the blonde beauty doesn't eat dairy, but her daughter devours it you decided to make a baked pasta dish, and created a smaller dish with her altered, vegan portion. Being the overachiever that you are you'd even boiled a potato for the baby; throwing half of it into a blender with the remaining scraps of chicken, and the medley of peas and carrots. Then you settled everything into the fridge, deciding that you'd bake it sometime after their arrival instead of just having it ready.

"Mama! They're here!!"

You finished washing the last counter off just as your daughter called out to you, and your phone dinged with a "motion detected" notification from the Ring camera on your front porch.

"Go ahead angel, let them in."

Angie sprung off the couch, hand making quick work of the locks, you stood behind her with a nervous smile as this is your first time hosting a celebrity in your house, and an intimidatingly beautiful one at that.

"Ri-Ri!" .... "Gi-Gi!" The girls squealed in sync, and after sharing a hug it was apparently your turn because the shorter blonde was slamming into your body without much of a warning.

"Hey there Riley, long time no see."

She giggles at your obvious joke, then once she steps to the side you look up to greet your remaining guests. To say you were stunned would be the understatement of the year, all three kids are dressed rather casually, but Scarlett was clearly dressed to impress, and you were left to wonder if she'd no longer been planning to stay for dinner and was just accepting free childcare.

Her hair was down in beach waves that fell right above her shoulders, and she decidedly kept her makeup light but the red lip definitely caught your eye. The shade perfectly matched her halter dress, and the jewelry she'd selected accentuated her slender fingers perfectly. Once she had quirked her brow in amusement you regained your senses, reaching out to take the pie, but instead coming back with an eager baby, which honestly helped to ease the rising tensions as the both of you wildly giggled.

"Mama, are you going to show her the special room full of her face?"

Well... Tensions were rising once more, and this time there was a thicker layer of uneasiness mixed within for your guest.

"Jelly... You have to think before you speak silly, you're going to make her think I'm crazy." You teased your daughter, who only tilted her head in confusion, then shrugged her shoulders in absolution before taking off with Riley's hand in her own.

"Well, I was going to throw dinner in the oven, but now I feel I should show you my collectors room to ease your mind, promise there isn't a shrine of prints of your face."

Even with the uneasiness gnawing at her she still feels she can trust you so she slots her hand with yours, allowing you to guide her towards the massive lounging room to the side of the living room.

"Oh." She snorts, looking over the room, and her heart is put to ease when all she finds is a massive array of collectors item's for The Black Widow, amongst many other Marvel characters, and there's even an entire corner dedicated to Pokemon, and all things spooky.

"Yeah." You awkwardly chuckle out, hand releasing hers, and she is quick to move around the room feigning interest in your vast variety of collectors items.

"So, you're a nerd..." You vaguely catch the whispered realization.

"I'm on a date with a nerd..." She further clarifies, and you're quick to gasp, so that's why she's so dressed up...

"I'm not a nerd..." You grumble.

"You so are though." She chuckles, hand holding up and observing the flocked Pikachu Funko in a comforting amusement, but then her face falls when you respond.

"If I'm a nerd then so is Riley, over half of that card collection was gifted by her." You muse, walking around the room and bouncing the baby on your hip all while failing to miss the way the blonde stews in a sudden switch up of emotions.

The anxiety induced anger truly clouds her judgement here, because how is it that you know such things about her daughter, things that she herself doesn't even know, and not only that but why are you so close to her that she's specifically gifting you cards. You're an aide three days a week, surely there were other children around for you to get close to, and what's the coincidence that you'd befriend her daughter while having a clear affinity for Marvel, and apparently her former character.

"This was a bad idea."

You still in your spot, wondering how you'd missed the sudden change in the atmosphere, and when you do face her your heart begins to hammer rapidly within your chest at the sight of her furious expression aimed at you.

"What do you mean?"

"Look, I don't think you should be in my daughters class anymore, matter of fact maybe I'll see about getting you barred from the school all together."

"Wait, Scarlett what's the problem, what even happened?"

"Why the hell are you so close to my daughter? More importantly, why did you work at her school all these years when you've only had a kid enrolled since last year? This whole situation has felt off for me, and I tried to overlook it because you seemed kind, and for Riley's sake, but now it's just all becoming too eery." She seethes, voice consistently rising, and you're just grateful for the kids loud music upstairs.

Oh... You do everything in your power to keep composed, but you can already feel your lungs stuttering, and your limbs going numb.

"It's not whatever you think it is, I promise I can explain, but please just sit down, and I'll go grab what I need to so that I can show you."

Everything is screaming at her to run out the door, to snatch her son from your arms and to never look back, but the clear signs of despair behind your glazed over eyes tells her to at least hear you out, and she'd be lying to say she wasn't curious about it all.

"Okay." She calmly replies, a far cry from her previous notion, and her anxieties lessen even more when you set a displeased Carson in her lap.

Once you exit the lounging room your whole entire body trembles while you head up the stairs. This will be the first time since his memorial service—so nearly two years ago, that you'll have entered his bedroom, or even looked through the box of memories past, and if not for sparing Riley the heartbreak of losing her ties to your family you'd have just let her leave thinking this poorly of you.

As you open the door you're thrown into a fit of coughs within the same instant, a cloud of dust having swooshed directly into your face. Then after the coughing subsides it's a never ending stream of tears, if you just close your eyes it's like you can still smell his unique mix of scents. He'd always smelled like a mix of cinnamon, white bar soap, and the outdoors which was a perfect display of his day to day life.

Nostalgia gripped at your heart when you saw the family photo that he cherished sat upon the bookshelf, and in a brutal show of irony there was a massive crack directly down the center of the glass frame. Not wanting to keep Scarlett waiting long you grabbed the box from off the rocking chair and made quick work of exiting. In all actuality though you needed out of his room, you were one moment away from collapsing in on yourself, the entire situation having proved too much for your heart to bare.

Scarlett nearly jumped out of her seat when your far more frazzled form returned to her, and it increased the itching beneath her skin, but a familiar book on top of the box had momentarily calmed her nerves.

"Um... So, the reason... Fuck.. I'm so sorry.." Your fluctuating tone startled the baby, and he immediately started crying, and when she really looked at you she could tell you'd been doing just the same thing, and her entire standoffish demeanor softened at the sight of you appearing so broken.

Scarlett immediately moved herself to the floor to be level with you, and Carson quickly fussed his way out of her hold, then crawled over to you in search of a mutual need for consoling. With shaky hands you pulled him against your chest, allowing him to nuzzle himself against you, and the comfort he provided you seemed to help you with the process of explanation.

"Um..." You tried, but when the words failed you, you instead opened the yearbook from Josh's Kindergarten year, and her eyes zoned in on your pointed finger.

"Joshua Valdez..." She reads, and a lightbulb immediately goes off in her head, she vividly remembers the little boy that her daughter proclaimed to be her best friend from the start, and her eyes sting at the moment of haunting realization.

Then before she could continue to connect the dots on her own you flipped the page to show the class activities throughout the year, an adorable photo Scarlett's vaguely familiar with floods her view.

Joshua—your beautiful baby boy with the sweet as honey green eyes, and dangerous dimples was smiling wide and holding a plotted plant in his hand, and Riley was stood there with her tiny hands over her mouth in surprise. Then directly beside it was the both of them on the ground, Josh miraculously holding the pot in the air with a bewildered expression on his face with Riley atop of him in a suffocating hug.

"I took those..." You suddenly mumbled, Scarlett's glossy eyes full of pity looked up to meet yours full of despair and you were quick to drop your gaze from her own because it was all just too painful to feel.

Next thing you pull out is a scrapbook, you file through it and stop when you found the section you were looking for, and you silently turn the book to her while holding her son that much tighter in an attempt to keep the burning tears at bay for at least another minute or so.

Scarlett notices the dated album, and realizes at the time of this birthday party she would've been on the press tour for Avengers: Endgame, and that Riley's father most likely aided her in the whole entire process, and she'd been left in the shadows of it all. Riley's smile never faltered in a single photo, Josh's was much the same from when they were playing on the bouncy house, or eating pizza, and it only grew while opening his gifts.

He'd been in the special chair with Pikachu ears suffocating his curly brown hair, and to no ones surprise, directly at his side—literally in the same seat, was Riley aiding him in opening the gifts. The final set of photos was a sequence that showed her getting up, then handing him a massive bag that Scarlett's sure she funded. Her daughters giddy expression gnaws at her already aching heart, and when she sees him pulling out the Pokémon memorabilia she understands your earlier commentary.

The silence around the both of you is far too consuming, you begin to lay out a few other keepsakes you'd found worth seeing, and once you found your voice again you elaborated on the photo album topic a bit more.

"His favorite was Magikarp, which at face value is a useless Pokemon, but if you wait it out with the tiny orange fish it becomes a powerhouse. He'd always been a fan of the underdog trope, never allowing people to pick on the easy to target kids, and always encouraging them to be great. He was so enthusiastic about it too, he'd tell me all about it when he came home on days I was off, and it always warmed my heart to see his passion for other's happiness, and he was just so incredibly kind. The best little boy a mom could dream up, and oh boy, the way he loved his little sister... He was perfect, and I'm not just saying that cause I was his mama..."

Everything about this situation pains her, being a working mother has never been an issue for her, and that's totally valid, but she never realized just how much she missed when away, it's like she's watching her daughters life unfold before her eyes and she's not even there. Then there's the far more heartbreaking fact that she just took what was meant to be a date, and turned it into a heartbreak festival, forcing you to face something she's not too sure you were ready to face, and it hurts her even more knowing you only allowed her to break you like this for the sake of her daughters happiness.

"Y/N, I'm so sorry, God I am beyond ashamed of myself for putting you in such a position. Never in my life had I even considered such a possibility, but I should've known better than to just assume the worst of you."

"It's okay."

"It absolutely is not okay, honey, you don't need to accept the apology, but I do hope you know that I mean it..."

"It is though Scarlett, you were just protecting your cubs, and if it was reversed I would've done the exact same thing. I promise I'm ok."

Silence falls once more, but this time it's clarifying, and Scarlett finally notices that you'd gotten her son to sleep once again, without doing anything outside of cuddling him, and it has her softly smiling your way.

"There's no sun." She notes, and your furrowed brows lead her to point to the sleeping baby.

"Oh, yeah.. I didn't want to hurt your feelings at the park, but babies tend to love me. I've actually been deemed the baby whisperer amongst my friends."

"Is that so?"

"Mhm. The secret is feigning a lack of interest. If you just ignore the baby all together, they'll do everything in their power to gather your attention, it's proven foolproof for me thus far and continues to do so."

With careful movements you're able to transfer the baby onto the indoor hammock, then as you return to clean up you see Scarlett continuing to look through your photos.

"He's beautiful..."

"He was, wasn't he?" You correct her, speaking of him in the present tense is too confusing for your heart, so you have to remind yourself of the brutal reality.

"I'd always hated never getting to meet him." She admits, finger tracing over a photo of the best friends sharing their ice creams with a three year old Angie, and the memory fondly replays in the back of your mind.

"He honestly loved you, you were his best friends mom—Riley always talked about you whenever she could, and you were also one of his top three superheroes." Your sincere proclamation really just makes the guilt of the situation worse, but she's not going to put that on you.

"Only top three?" She feigns offense, and your honest giggle had her smiling from ear to ear, and all she wanted was to hear it again.

"What can I say? As sweet as the kid was he loved himself a good Hulk Smash, and he was always so entranced by Wanda's magic."

"All is forgiven..." She teases, and then quickly crawls over the memorabilia when she sees your body trembling with sobs.

"Hey, it's okay honey, I got you..."

"I-I miss him so much."

Scarlett hums against your temple, and continues to rock your already shaking body while you hopefully find the chance to let it all out.

"That day, when I got the call... I was supposed to be there, but my job wouldn't stop pestering me to work some overtime. So I'd sent him off to school with his Deda, and he left with the brightest smile on his face, and I remember that hug he gave me—it was so tight, as if the world was already aware of what was coming." Your voice cracked as the suppressed memory haunts the front of your mind.

"I didn't even send him off that morning with my normal 'I love you,' he died without hearing the three most important words a child should never go without hearing. One minute I'm making my four year old lunch, the next I'm racing off to the hospital because of some freak accident with a baseball bat that landed my son in critical condition in the ICU."

Scarlett watches the unwavering, and completely unfair guilt swirling beneath your gaze, but for the time being she says nothing. Her surprisingly strong arms just hold you tighter as your bodies shakes never stop.

"My precious baby got his wings decades too early, and now I'm supposed to just live on like everything is okay... A mother isn't supposed to bury her son, it's not meant to be like this, but those beautiful girls upstairs needed me so here I am, putting up the good fight..."

Your words hit her like a ton of bricks, because even the thought of losing her children hurts her beyond measure. What really throws her off though is just how incredibly broken you obviously are, and just how easy it'd been for you to have hidden it for all this time. It really dawns on her how focused on everyone else's grief you'd been that you never been made tot process your own.

"He knew you loved him Y/N, something tells me you told him frequently enough that he had no choice but to believe it to be true. I'm really sorry, and I know it sounds cheap, but I truly am heartbroken for you—you're also right hon. A mother's never meant to bury her child, and I'll curse the world with you for being so cruel. I'm so glad you're here, giving it the good fight, because I'm personally looking forward to getting to know you. I'm also eternally grateful for you and everything you've done for my sweet girl over the years, and for looking out for even when you had every right not to. You're clearly an angel sent from up above..."

Scarlett laid a gentle kiss to your forehead which in turn caused you to giggle at the strange feeling of her lipstick transferring to your skin, and she soon followed suit at the sight of you with her lips on you.

"Thank you Scar..." You simply whisper, having nothing else really to say in the moment, because processing all of it was too heavy a burden for your already struggling heart.

"It's honestly my pleasure Y/N, because holding you close is actually really nice."

"Wait. So, is this is a date? I promise you that I don't usually cry on the first one, I tend to save that for at least date number three." You joke, trying your best to cover the underlying panic in your tone because had you actually realized she meant it at the park you'd have been far more prepared.

Her raspy laugh warms your entire body, and you find yourself melting further into her embrace as the softness in her eyes works wonders to mend your heart.

"Yes Y/N, this was indeed a date, that's why I was so dressed up, but now I want to say it wasn't. Because you're right again, no first date should come with tears, so we'll just say no. Right now, we're just two mother's bringing their kids together for a playdate, and then next Saturday we'll be out on a date of our own."

Your body instantly relaxes at her quick solution, and you shift to be a bit more upright in her lap. You share a beat of silent, up close observation before she's clearing her throat.

"So, shall we go fix dinner now? Preferably before the girls come searching for us and find us in this compromising position that will leave them to ask so many questions we'll never have a chance to escape again..."

"Yes, we shall..." You giggle, and help the woman up off the floor before leaving her behind to tend to Carson while you work to pull yourself together a bit more to get the show back on the road.

Date or not, you definitely refuse to sit across from the stunning woman in your tracksuit, with your 'Kiss the Chef' apron still on..

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Dinner was nearly done when there was a knock at the door, so you made your way over to see who it could he as the blonde continued to toss the salad she'd just thrown together. Carson's currently attached to your hip, having woken up shortly after you left the lounging area and been displeased to find you missing, so now he's holding you hostage—you're certainly not unhappy though.

"Wonder who that could be, it's already so late at night, and I had no messages on my phone." You bounce off of the babbling infant, who knows nothing of which your saying, but he certainly wants in on the noise.

Far too preoccupied by the smiling infant you'd overlooked the peephole, and instead swung the door open to meet your unexpected guest. Face and mood falling at the sight of the unwelcome face stood in shock before you.

Well fuck... This was most certainly unexpected...

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4,002 Words

2/5–This one was rather loaded, and I hope not too heartbreaking...

This was made in honor of my personal Joshua, who really was the best big brother. He however loved Charmander and their evolutions.

Mine is Squirtle obvi 🤪

#natasha romanoff #scarlett johansson x you #Scarlett Johansson x reader #scarlett johansson x female reader #scarlett johansson imagines #scarlett johansson fluff #scarlett johansson angst #scarlett johansson x y/n #scarjo #scarlett x y/n #scarlett x you #scarlett x reader #scarlett x fem!reader #natasha romanoff x female reader

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demenior · 5 months

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Brine King (ft Eadwulf) 👀👀👀

Check my list of current wips here and send me a title and I'll post a bit or share some details about it.

The Brine King au started as a 'what if Fjord released Uk'otoa' concept. While I adore the idea and have a LOT of it planned, I know I probably will never write it.

So I took up the critical role wildflowers event as an excuse to write the idea, while tailoring it to what my giftee wanted.

which worked out perfectly because they're a fellow fjord/jester/eadwulf fan and because this Brine King au was begging for a Scourger thread to weave it all together.

Here's a blumentrio reunion to celebrate (Caleb snuck into Eadwulf's bedroom, was surprised to, uh, interupt his old loves)

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Eadwulf stares at Bren, wide-eyed and face slack with shock. He’s in no state to compose himself, or take the lead. So Astrid will.

“What are you doing here?” she asks. Why did he come to Eadwulf, and not me? She wonders. And then scolds herself.

“We heard about the position you’ve been offered. Ambassador to the new Brine King ,” Bren says to Eadwulf. Bren always had a way with words, about coming around to a point. To let him speak is to be hypnotized by him, Astrid knows this.

Eadwulf makes no effort to cut him off. He hangs on every one of Bren’s words.

She glances out the window. It’s far from dawn, but not that far. The sky is beginning to light. There isn’t much time.

“You said you have information?” she interrupts. Focus, she reminds himself.

“I do,” Bren agrees, and he only glances at her before focusing on Eadwulf.

He’s here to manipulate Eadwulf, she’s sure of it. But to what end?

“Wulf,” Bren says slowly. Eadwulf shivers. Astrid flashes handsigns. Danger. Danger. But Eadwulf doesn’t look once in her direction.

“I want to make a deal,” Bren says.

Eadwulf stays silent.

“We knew the man, before he was Uk’otoa’s Champion. We have information on his behaviour, his person, and how to beat him. We were in Nicodranas, before…”

“Why didn’t you go to the King? Why come to us?” Astrid presses, “this information could make you rich.”

Bren flinches like he’d forgotten she was there. She’s more certain than ever that he had thought Eadwulf would be alone. Good thing she decided to stay. Eadwulf would be eating out of his hand if she wasn’t here.

Why is Bren treating them like the enemy? She wants to ask. She wants to hold him, and kiss him again. If only he wanted that to. But he left them, she has to remind herself. He abandoned them. He doesn’t want them.

She digs her nails into the skin of her arms, and keeps her face neutral.

Eadwulf needs her to speak for him, to protect him.

“Because I have no love for the King,” Bren says, and leaves it there. Eadwulf shivers again. Astrid’s breath catches in her throat. Bren can’t be saying— not after all this time?

This must be a dream.

As if he can read her mind, Bren steps towards Eadwulf. He holds his hand out. Eadwulf steps towards him.

Astrid takes a half-step forwards, before she realizes what she’s doing. It’s too late, and Eadwulf has fallen into Bren’s orbit. His hand settles on Eadwulf’s shoulder. She sees Eadwulf shudder. His knees tremble.

“I know you will have orders, and I know you are going into danger,” Bren says softly. Eadwulf has to lean closer to hear him.

Astrid pushes into their space. She’s losing Eadwulf.

She wants Bren’s soft voice for herself.

“I will tell you every piece of information I can think of. Every scrap of every moment I spent traveling with Fjord. But I need you to make a deal with me, old friend.”

“What?” Eadwulf asks.

Stupid, Astrid wants to say. He shouldn’t speak. You should always let the target make the offer first. He knows this. Astrid doesn’t think she could hold her tongue if Bren was this focused on her.

She can’t think when Bren looks up at them through his lashes. When he lays a hand on her arm as well. His touch is like a wildfire, sending gooseflesh down her arm. She wants to touch him in turn.

“There is a woman, with Fjord. He took her from us. She is a prisoner… if she’s still alive. I need you to help her, in any way you can.”

Astrid’s mouth falls open. No noise comes out. No, no, no! Eadwulf will die for their Master. But he will do anything for Bren. This will get him killed.

Bren knows about Eadwulf’s tender heart. It’s why she and he worked so hard to protect it, during their training.

He must know what he is doing. And he doesn’t care?

“Your woman?” Eadwulf blurts out. He sounds jealous.

Bren takes that information carefully. He doesn’t deny it immediately.

“She’s precious,” Bren agrees. Neither a confirmation, nor a denial, Astrid notes.

“Why me?”

“Because we cannot get into the fortress,” Bren growls. His grip on both of them tightens. Astrid’s head spins.

“Don’t do this,” she whispers. To which of them, she cannot say. There is a second collar on Eadwulf now, that Bren is placing himself. And it looks more like a noose.

#i say its a fjord released ukotoa au and then i post the blumentrio lmao #sorry to tease #eadwulfs job is to get close enough to fjord to feed info back to the empire #and he does such a good job of that #that fjord assigns eadwulf to help him keep jester out of trouble #from the factions (avantika and sabian) at play within the Evil Uk'otoa Forces #jester being a political prisoner #(political in that she's important to fjord and fjord can't let her get hurt. and hurting her will hurt fjord)#eadwulf baby ur just so loyal dog coded you end up in this position again and again #and then yeah lmao theres ~tension~#and eadwulf gets some conflicting loyalties #meanwhile Astrid and Caleb (and the rest of the Nein) have to work together #to figure out a way to kill Uk'otoa and being their people home #wip #blumentrio #but ye here we go w this one look at calebs scourger training coming in handy #i wrote up to fjord n eadwulf meeting if you want that #and a little of how/why jester came to be a prisoner #ty for the ask!

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kitsuvil · 2 years

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kaedehara kazuha - comfort (gn! reader)

y/n plans a surprise to comfort kazuha on the anniversary of the day that tomo passed away

the note kazuha left for you reads,

"i won't be home until late today. you can eat dinner alone, don't wait for me, i'll be safe."

you had just gotten home from helping out around town, to see that your boyfriend wasn't home yet. you knew why that was, but you decided to not voice it. not everyone can be sulking on a day like this, the world still needs to keep moving and you were going to take that drive and stick with it.

so, you quickly packed and left for naganohara fireworks. you were going to pick up a package that you had ordered in advance knowing what today was and immediately get to making him a surprise for when he returns. his late best friend would've wanted him to enjoy today instead of be depressed and just reminisce, after all. you only knew him from afar back then but just like everyone else, you were heart broken to find out what happened when it did. tomo's legacy still lived on in everyone's hearts and when kazuha was able to finish what tomo started, it struck a nerve in everyone's hearts.

"hello, this is y/n, i should have an order waiting to be picked up?" i ask yoimiya's father, who is stationed outside of the shop per usual. he looks at me strangely for a second, before it clicks. "yoimiya dear! can you get the kaedehara's fireworks from inside the shop?" he yells out. quite loudly, may i note. "of course!" yoimiya stumbles outside.

"hey, y/n! here's the package! tell kazuha i said hello and that i hope he's doing well, i'm so happy you're doing this for him and i'm rooting for you that it makes him a bit happier, i've got to get back to work now though!"

"thank you, yoimiya!"

and just as quickly as she appeared, she vanishes back into the store. she never fails to brighten my day with her cheery personality, even on busy and glum days like this.

but i should probably get back to the task at hand. now that i've got the fireworks that i wanted, i'm free to buy all the ingredients i want. i had conveniently heard of a new catch of perfect quality good fish, so i might as well put the situation to use.

i wanted to make some dried fish, adorned with autumn leaves to remind him of his home. it wasn't too difficult of a recipe, but there was many other things for the surprise i was planning so i had to hurry. though one thing at a time is probably a better plan.

after a short negotiation session with the fish seller, i got some discounted fish that was in beautiful shape and i rushed home. "maybe i should scrap that plan of one thing at a time," i glance at the time, the minutes ticking by as the sun began to grow lower.

though other than prepping food and creating the atmosphere for a beautiful picnic outside, there was nothing much else to do except wait until the star of the day came home. i sat on the grass beside the decorations and food i'd placed, admiring the view of inazuma. the sun was nearly gone, leaving a smooth and beautiful mix of colors in the sky, shades of pink, purple, orange, and red sparkled everywhere in the clouds. the trees that were visible from afar added earthy tones and later, the fireworks would only compliment the scenery more, almost as if it were straight from a painting.

"y/n?" a voice comes out from behind me.

"kazuha, welcome home!" i turn around, taking a look at the man of my dreams.

"what is all this?" he comes closer, taking a seat right next to me.

"some sort of a gift, to you and tomo both."

"is that why there's three plates laid out?"

"right you are, my love."

"this is... thank you, you should've been restimg now, i'm not sure why you waited so long for me."

"it felt right, i tried thinking of ways to cheer you up and make this a happier day and this was the best i could come up with."

kazuha and i share a minute of eye contact, no words spoken but every emotion shared.

"and don't judge my cooking, this is one of the first times i've ever tried to make a dish dedicated to someone else, i hope you know how stressful that is." i vent, trying to come up with a topic so we're not sitting in silence anymore.

"i could never judge your cooking and i doubt tomo would either, y/n. you feed me every night anyways, i would have a lot of audacity to poke fun at you for that, trust me," he takes a bite.

"i'll trust you on that one."

we continue eating, sharing words about how life would be if tomo was still around and just talking about how things have been as of late. there is no other time i would appreciate more than this.

"hey, guess what zuha? the sun set and the surprise isn't over yet," i nudge him and wink.

"really? what else wonderful things could you treat me to?"

"you'll see, i'll be right back," i run down to where i place the fireworks, activating them and then hurrying back to kazuha.

"look!"

with a boom, the first firework lights up the night sky. "how else would you celebrate something if it wasn't with fireworks?" i laugh. "you actually... i'll have to go thank yoimiya for setting these up for you, i know she's always busy," kazuha notes while staring up at the bright colors.

we stay quiet for the rest of the duration, leaning against each other as we admire the beauty.

"i know you'll always continue to pay respect to tomo and so will i, but we can't be so somber. if you're going to celebrate the life of someone you have to do it right. and i would never leave you alone in that, kazuha," i caress his face, planting a kiss on his lips.

"thank you, y/n," he embraces me and though i cannot see his face, i can imagine the tears that streak down it.

this. this story right here. has been sitting in my drafts since november of last year. so i thought i'd finally try to finish it and post it. not one of my most proudest works but you can't go wrong with a little bit of y/n comforting kazuha <3

(not rly proofread ngl)

#kazuha kaedehara #kazuha x reader #genshin comfort #genshin impact #genshin #hoyoverse #kazuha #fluff #genshin fluff

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So we got back from our 10 day Portugal vacation on Monday. It was a really, really wonderful time. I wasn't sure what to expect not knowing much about Portugal beforehand, but I was so taken by the diverse beauty of the entire country. We went all over, from Lisbon > Sintra > Coimbra > Porto > Douro Valley > Marvão > Lisbon, and making several stops between destinations.

This is probably a very American take, but what really stuck out to me was how well preserved the old ass cathedrals, castles, and palaces are. I'm used to seeing excavated artifacts and ruins where the splendor of the original thing has been lost to time and nature. But it was so interesting to see a castle built in the 1200s that still had intricate detail in the carvings and paintings, simply because it has been maintained ever since its creation.

I had a semblance of an idea of what the food would be like, but I was very surprised about how cheap it was. Even eating at "nice" restaurants would net us a bill of about 40 euro, and that included wine, appetizers, and desserts. The food was also delicious and I don't think I had a single bad meal the entire trip (looking at you, Ireland..)

I was also not prepared for how hilly and mountainous the entire country was. At every location we probably walked uphill for several miles. We initially had a few hiking trips in parks on our itinerary, but we quickly scrapped them after hiking up our fourth hill in the middle of Lisbon.

I took about 800 photos, but I'll share one photo per day of our trip.

Carmo Convent, Lisbon I know I JUST said that everything was really well-preserved, but this was a really fascinating "preserved" convent that was ruined by a massive earthquake in 1755.

Jerónimos Monastery, Lisbon This was a massive Monastery with extremely detailed carvings absolutely everywhere.

Sintra National Palace, Sintra Sintra was an extremely beautiful place, and I have SO many wonderful photos from it. The Painted Palace, the Moorish Ruins, the grounds... it was all very stunning. It was hard to pick just one photo.

Unfinished Chapel of Batalha Monastery, Bahalha This was a stop on the way to Coimbra and one of my favorite churches we stopped at. The whole place was beautiful, but I loved the unfinished chapel (which was unfinished after both the commissioner and the architect died) and how it was exposed to the sky.

Coimbra skyline, Coimbra We stayed at the top of a tiny little hotel at the very top of a mountain, near Coimbra University that had an excellent view of Coimbra from both sides. This was probably my favorite hotel we stayed at because it had so much character. Fun fact, all college students in Portugal have to wear capes! Not to be a millennial, but walking around the university made you feel like you were at hogwarts.

Clérigos Tower, Porto We ended up going to the top of this tower which had excellent views of the city of Porto, but was probably the most claustrophobic and cramped climb the entire trip.

Founder of Portugal Dom Afonso Henriques, Guimaraes This is one of the more unique excursions we went on because it was much much older than the rest of what we saw. We got to see a true medieval palace and castle created by the "founders" of Portugal (Portugal was already inhabited by the Moorish Muslims) when the Christians "founded" it.

Douro Valley vineyards, Douro Valley We went to wine country, where Port wine is made in the Douro Valley. This was probably the most visually stunning location we went to with picturesque rolling hills covered in grape vines and olive trees fat with olives. We also went to Port wine tasting which was terrible.

Marvão, Marvão We ventured all the way to the eastern part of the country, on the top of a mountain in the walled city of Marvão. This also had stunning views, with the sunnier side of the above picture (left) being Spain, and the hillier side (right) being the green, rolling mountains of Portugal.

Church of St. Francis, Evora This was our final day and our final stop. We went to see the chapel of bones located in the church of St. Francis. I was surprisingly uncomfortable in the chapel of bones, not because it was gross, but it just felt so disrespectful. I ultimately didn't take any pictures of it. They also had a museum of nativity scenes which was honestly camp.

We flew out the following day back home! It was such an amazing trip and I can't recommend it enough!

#portugal #vacation

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ticktockmyclockworkhart · 1 month

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I'm perhaps one of the most easy to please Pokemon fans ever. I wouldn't identify myself as a nintendo fanboy or anything even though I love a lot of their IPs (largely because the number one prerequisite to being a "nintendo fanboy" is hating Nintendo more than anything on earth it seems), but I will be the first to admit my standards are much lower than they should be. I eat up everything Pokemon related like the blindly eager little consumer I am, I've beaten every main series game and damn near every spin-off.

All this to say I think it says something when even I haven't beaten BDSP yet, and not for lack of trying. But the game bored me to tears. I've reset my saves on that game more than any other I have in the hopes that "well, maybe the next file I'll be more attached to". I can eat my way through new Pokemon games when they first come out in a few days and never put them down, but whenever I'd put BDSP down I'd have to reset my file again when I picked it back up because I no longer cared about whatever I had going on.

I've been grappling with this for a long time, trying to figure out what it is about this remake that makes it the one Pokemon game someone as easy to please as me couldn't care enough to finish. I'll be fully honest when I say I'll happily take whatever table scraps Game Freak cares to toss me and I'm not proud of that fact lol. I love Gen 4, it's one of my favorite Gens, and I actually like the BDSP artstyle too, I think it's a fun way to keep the spirit of the original games, though it really would have been cool to see Sinnoh at full scale and free to explore in 3D.

But today after another attempted replay I think I figured it out. It's the dumb. Fucking. Experience Share.

Pokemon is a turn based RPG, battling is literally the main gameplay loop and I found that I kept putting the game down because I would get so incredibly bored by the battles. None of them felt necessary and all of them felt way too damn easy. Pokemon Scarlet/Violet had this problem too, I noticed, but what got me to finish those games was I'd never experienced the story before and I wanted to see it finished. But with BDSP I know the story, so why should I finish it if the battles are such a drag? In the original Gen 4 I'd make a point of battling every trainer on every route. I'm very meticulous about my leveling and my Pokemon all need to be within one level of each other, lol. So my incentive for fighting every trainer was to keep my team at a high enough level and also to keep my levels rounded out. But with that EXP share they're always rounded, or god forbid they have different growth rates and I have to keep putting Pokemon away to prevent overleveling which just bothers my OCD more than anything lmao.

It also makes me care so much less about my Pokemon. I cared about my team because I took time to individually raise and train each Pokemon, and if I don't care about my Pokemon then frankly I barely care about the game. In Scarlet/Violet where trainer battles have become entirely optional for the most part I barely did any of them! And in BDSP all I am is annoyed by the trainer battles. There's next to no new content to keep the game interesting and give me a reason to keep playing, and when the main gameplay loop isn't even fun anymore, why would I play at all?

I was worriedly thinking that maybe I'm just getting old and it's hampering my enjoyment of the games (Terrifying thought) but I have just as much fun with ROM hacks that I did with older games. Most notably, there's no broken EXP share. Can't we at least get the option to turn it off? I get trying to find a solution to make grinding less of a miserable drag, because grinding is always the worst part of playing Pokemon, but the broken exp share hasn't made grinding less tedious, it's just made battling as a whole feel hollow and boring.

I still want to beat you some day, BDSP, I really do. Nothing makes me feel sadder than being bored by a franchise I love and I know can do better.

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omgkalyppso · 4 months

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🍄Decriscribe your wip/one of your wips in the format of “___ + ___ =___”

🖍Post Any sentence from your wip

♻️A scrapped idea for your current WIP

I'm always interested in the ideas that just don't work out for whatever reason, probably because I end up scrapping about 60-80% of my ideas lol

asdhfkjlas That's so relatable.... Thank you for the ask!

🍄 Wordy but:

two ties to Menzoberranzan + a duke and two guilds on your side = a civilized, if fucked up, society of vampires

🖍 I can never limit myself to a sentence, let's be real.

b/g3 spoilers and pre-established relationship (Étoile and Wyll) conflict implied below the cut

Here's some dialogue from a vampire spawn oc, Anastasia. Turned by Leon less than a week before Cazador's defeat, with a son in Baldur's Gate. She doesn't want to go into the Underdark. She argues she isn't blood starved like so many of the rest. She is pivotal in how their little vampiric society forms:

"...Property disputes go to your member of the council. Worship of Shar or any devil, and signs of Shar or any devil should be reported to the Council. Two vampires of the House must always be in the Underdark. The council meets every new moon. Missing Council members forgo their votes, and vampire spawn are immediately up for replacement, while vampires and Étoile must have their deaths confirmed to be relieved of their positions on the Council. No vampire may substitute their vote on the council. Some votes will be open to all members of House Ienith. Punishments for law breaking will range from pain, to fines, to labour, to exile, to execution by beheading or exposure to the sun. "But we are not a stupid people. We want to eat and laugh and love again. We will flourish together. We will uplift one another. We will be free."

♻️ There are two moments of conflict with Wyll that I'm scrapping. I don't want to make him in conflict with Étoile just to honor canon that could've been more considerate to begin with. He's capable of social understanding wrt "monsters" if he can canonically romance Astarion, of being self-aware wrt the "devilish" appearances of tieflings, and of being happy helping people as Duke — really there'd be no shortage of combat, how familiar are you with the forgotten realms? dfjshgbskdjh

But that does mean that I'm losing a planned moment where Étoile leaves the duke's estate to spend a night at The Favored Knight, a classy inn in Hightown I made up and Astarion comes to comfort them. I'll share some blocked dialogue:

It's like 2 AM.

Étoile: A room is 14 gold? Innkeep: Yes, sir. Étoile: Here's twenty-five for a room, a bath and a bottle of wine, and two more if you can find me a messenger to go to the lower city? Innkeep: Certainly. Do you have a letter prepared? Étoile: No, I'll need a minute to write it. Innkeep: Of course. Right this way. I'll send three up with the bathwater, and either I or another will come for the letter. Étoile: Please. Innkeep: My pleasure, Mla'ghir. [i headcanon this name to find purchase in their vampire community and slowly fall into public knowledge; this is just a statement that they're recognized, and there's an implication of discretion as a reflection of authority]

[the letter]

Astarion. I am at the Favored Knight in Hightown. I wanted a bath and to be away from our old friend. Things did not go well. You are welcome to stay at home, but if you came to me … I would appreciate the company. All my love, Étoile

[some time later]

Astarion: Do you want to talk about what happened? Étoile: Say you love me. Astarion: Oh, Endanya, more than anything. I love you. Étoile: I love you too. Wyll, he— [REDACTED] Astarion: He's had a long time to [REDACTED] Étoile: [REDACTED] Then he wouldn't allow me time to dress before he stormed out. It felt … very undignified. Astarion: Fuck him then. Étoile: Astarion. Astarion: No, I— I don't want you treated that way. Étoile: He said we could talk about it tomorrow, and he did apologize. I want to hear what he has to say. Astarion: [indignant] He's going to hurt you again. Étoile: [resigned] Probably. Astarion: [REDACTED] Étoile: [REDACTED]

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

And I still want Wyll as part of their relationships, so I worried about how conflict would be to my audience. It'll be lighter. Different. Better.

I hope. LOL.

But yeah, I'm not going to share Wyll's (just) anger blocked dialogue. I'll figure it out.

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stories-of-the-nrm · 5 months

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Humanized Engine Designs

Thanks to @jayde-jots submission here's a master post about how I imagine each of these engines would look like as humans. I'll plan on updating this as more characters are introduced. Unless specifically asked this is just for NRM engines (with the exceptions of Gordon and his scrapped siblings). I know that AI art isn't everyone's cup of tea, but I use it for the sake of giving my readers an idea of what these characters look like. If anyone has their own art they want to share by all means share it, I'd love to see it.

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General Rules

Every engine with a face can turn into a human, although every engine has a different opinion on how they use that ability. Some of them like Scott absolutely loves it. Other engines like Mallard absolutely hate their human form and only leave their engine if absolutely necessary.

An engine's human form is based on not only the build of their engine, but also their activity levels and how much human food they eat. It's entirely possible for an engine's human form to gain or lose weight if any of those 3 things are changed.

Their human forms never age as their face is based on the engine's general personality. They do however change if enough of the engine's parts are removed. For example if an engine has no wheels, they won't be able to have legs in their human form. Scratched up paint will appear on their human form as well.

If an engine gets hurt as a human they can always heal in their engine. However, their pain tolerance as a human is significantly higher (which makes it an appealing option for any mechanical servicing as it reduces the area of the pain.)

The Flying Scotsman (Scott)

As stated in a previous post, Scott looks very similar to Elvis Presley. His height is a consistent 6' 8". The smallest he's ever been was WWII as that was before he started eating human food and it was his most active period in his service history.

As you can see the one of the left is about 300 lbs but super muscular. This is how he looked from his first instance as a human all the way up until after WWII when he was modified into an A3. The one on the right is how he looks around the time of his overhaul. Decades of eating human food and being inactive caused him to weigh as much as 400 lbs (hence why it's necessary for multiple humans to help him move if he's ill). He's still strong but it's obvious his muscles aren't defined like they used to be.

Gordon (NWR #4)

Gordon for all intents and purposes is Scott's older brother. He was the prototype for the A1 but he's still technically the same class as Scott since he too was modified into an A3. He's also 6' 8" like Scott but weight wise he's actually smaller. Gordon doesn't eat human food nearly to the degree Scott does. Gordon, while his express train line is significantly shorter than Scott's ever was, has remained fully serviceable well into the 2000s.

In Gordon's case, his human form is basically consistent. He never regularly left his engine until after WWII, so his human form has remained the same. A fully serviceable engine is the equivalent of an athlete so despite his age, Gordon is still his original weight of 300 lbs. Even after he was taken off of his express duties, Gordon still pulls regular passenger trains, meaning his weight hasn't changed.

LNER A4 Mallard (Mallard)

Mallard is an interesting engine. Depsite his model actually weighing more than Scott, I actually see his human form as smaller. Mallard's design specifically had these things called "valances" or side skirting which is how he became streamlined to begin with. Since this is something you can actually remove, I would assume that would be enough to make him weigh less than Scott. Like Scott and Gordon, Mallard would be 6' 8".

As you can see, he's quite slim and athletic despite his inactivity. I would say in his peak, Mallard was about 220 lbs. He's known as the fastest steam engine ever and had to consistently travel hundreds of miles over 90 mph and even up to 100 mph. That would keep him in very good shape. Even after his withdrawal and long periods of inactivity Mallard would still weigh at the most 250 lbs. He doesn't eat human food and hasn't had as many major overhauls compared to Scott and Gordon.

GNR A1 Great Northern (Great Northern)

Originally the first of the A1s, Great Northern was built to be the same size as the rest of his class. Therefore like Gordon and Scott he would be 6' 8". In 1945 he was withdrawn to be rebuilt into an LNER Thompson Class A1/1. Because of his rebuild he would actually grow to be about 6' 9".

Given his services in WWII, he would've been 300 lbs like Gordon. He took great pride in his service and only left his engine once to have his picture taken in what he called his dress uniform. He was the highest performing engine of his new class which would keep his weight consistent with his base human weight. Despite efforts to preserve him, a badly worn cylinder resulted in his withdrawal and eventual scrapping in 1962. In the NRM universe, Scott honors his immediate oldest brother by keeping said picture in his wallet. Gordon also honored his successor by wearing his dress uniform when he pulled the Queen's train.

#ttte fandom #flying scotsman #nrm fanfiction #ttte gordon #lner a4 #mallard #great northern

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geometricalien · 8 months

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Ooooohhh 3 akafuri WIPs??? Sign me up!! I'm curious what they are about, if you don't mind sharing ~

I'm glad to share! Most of these have chapters already posted (because self motivation can only get me so far lol) and I'll make sure to add a link for the ones that do

εὐήλιος - Act 2 of my ancient greece au which is more or less a retelling of the trojan war with the generation of miracles where akashi is "achilles" and furihata is "patroclus" if you know those names you know how this ends but I hope to make my take interesting and unique! Act 2 is the beginning and middle of the war where akafuri are an established couple taking on "troy" and them working through their problems as a real couple. I like this one alot bc it's the main idea I've been playing with for almost 3 years and as such it's very self indulgent.

Things That Hold Us Together: Steel Bolts and Tender Hearts - war android akashi is reawakened by technician furihata and decides to stay with him. That's what is on the can but it's been proving harder for me to develop character growth or a theme.

Sidenote: android/human aus tend to work because the character who is the android is the "bubbly personable" one while the character who is the human is "cold mean rude or similarly detached from normal social conventions" and an underlying question in the fic is what makes them so different if the android is more "humanlike" than the actual human? Alas this general theme is not applicable to my wip - this is just one example of my difficulties building this wip

Every Family Has Their Traditions - Newlyweds Akashi and Furihata are invited to play a game of Hide and Seek with Akashi's family on their wedding night but not everything is as it seems. This is based on my beloved Ready or Not (2019) horror movie (however I've added some distinctly akafuri twists to fit the ship, the akashi family, and the gender role/conventions of marriage) its a movie I've watched countless times and can't help plastering these two characters faces on the main leads (I even have fanart that I drew of akashi and furihata as screenshots from the film!!)

I started this half bc of my fascination with akafuri in the roles and half bc I reaaaaalllly wanted a horror fic involving them which leads me to-

Trust Me Darling Dear - This is in the beginning stages (and has been for months, rewriting, scrapping- it's a mess) but I'm hopeful that I'll convey what I want! I just need to see what I don't want first lol also we need more horror akafuri!!! As a treat! For me! Akafuri lends itself so well to the themes of comedy and horror- we got the comedy in butloads but it's time for horror- and I know that everyone who still ships them is. Hesitant to write Akashi in any light that could potentially demonize DID and there are authors who have managed to write these excellent surrealistic horror fics and I want to join them!

Read @carrot-felisidad 's Hannibal au series and @medium-dippers 's chainsawman oneshot! Edit: Tumblr keeps eating these links 😡

Unnamed wip - High school sweethearts that broke up meet once again after a decade apart on a flight back home from the usa. Alot of the time my ideas are spawned from one scene and it's hard to look past the one moment. In this I'm just hooked on the moment Furihata is settling in his seat and Akashi turns to greet him- they both call still, too stunned to say anything as their eyes rove over the love of their life and comparing them to their memories, seeing the physical manifestation of time in the fine lines around their eyes or mouth, how Furihata has this intense need to run away and also hold on tight to Akashi's arm. How they try to do small talk before it falls off and they steal glances at each other- ughhhhh they disgust me

And lastly,

Unnamed 5 +1 - the slow break up of akafuri from other people's perspectives. yeP

Those are all my current wips (if you don't count the ones that I'm not trying to actively think about- I got a star trek au, a cowboy/western au (that will never get developed agdhsjsh), and a waiter/regular au) thank you for the ask!!

#akafuri #ask box #knb #kuroko no basket #furihata kouki #akashi seijuro #damn i really want to watch ready or not now agsgdje

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primalspice · 11 months

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Ratbro - 🖊️, 🩹, 💤, , 💯, 🔺, 🐷, 💔, 💜, 🥪, 🤔, 🧐,

🫡

🖊️ — does your oc have any tattoos? do they want any (more) tattoos?

He doesnt have any but he wants one that says FOR THE LOVE OF GOD DO NOT FUCKING RESUSCITATE

🩹 — does your oc have any physical and/or mental disabilities?

for a guy who got revived from being esploded and then locked in a warehouse for 30 years hes doing pretty ok but he's quite ptsd'd and brain damaged and chronic pain'd. him and his bestie can bond over shared morphine ^w^

💤 — is your oc a light sleeper or a heavy sleeper? how are their sleeping habits?

its really a mixed bag LOL generally he sleeps lightly and disturbedly. a little more scheduled at the fresk facility (not his choice) but a little less horribly overall once hes with faust.

💯 — share three random facts about your oc that others may not know.

Details irt his dying and undying: he was like esploded and shot because he happened to join the military just before the once-every-20-years-severe-civil-unrest. and he died but the soon-to-be-defunct Citizens Longevity Project stitched his sorry ass back up and life supported him and tried to see wtf else would work Experimentally. it was Painful and Traumatizing for him. The project got defunded like a year or two after they realived him but long story short the founder coordinated things to where he and the others would pretty much have to just relocate but still stay in Custody. It was already pretty horrific but the quality of care obviously went steeply downhill LOL the only good part was that they didnt really bring in anyone new to get experimented upon.

2. Unlike harvey he actually graduated highschool before joining the military, but honestly it probably woulda been better for him to go earlier since he kinda sucked at school LOL. part two: i regret to inform that altho he was mainly a soldier/body to get shot at, his position during peacetime was pretty much just a junior cop.

3. He's pretty unimpressed by Faust's fancy coffee-making skills and doesnt really like coffee in the first place, but anything that isnt Facility Slop is a treat to him so he drinks it anyway.

🔺 — does your oc know how to use any weapons?

He still remembers how to shoot *smiles* thats pretty much all tho, he'd have been a decent fighter in his youth despite his tall scrawnyness but those days are long gone. he sure can try tho.

🐷 — what is your oc's favorite animal?

I don't think he's ever really had pets or anything, but he'd likely enjoy a dog. i say this insultingly.

💔 — what are three of your oc's negative traits?

Im gonna like.....not bring his Circumstances into it so i'll just focus on his base personality LOL. he's a Sheeple for lack of better words 😔 severely. Kinda in the same vein, he's quite approval-seeking. And i think he also suffers from harvey's disease in that he acts very passive and clueless while participating in (usually indirect) violence. altho i suppose he paid for that last one pretty quickly seeing how his bout in the military ended LOL.

💜 — what is your oc's ancestry/genetic background?

Apart from several generations of region zeroites, i think his and harvey's ancestors are majorly like. german/british medwestern americans.

🥪 — what does your oc's typical lunch look like? do they usually eat lunch?

Faust gives him his unwanted scraps like he's a dog. He gets his own lunch when theyre living together too tho, ofc. hes a VIP. He has whatever Faust is having and its a LUXURY compared to the like. cheese sandwiches and slop he's been served at the freak facility.

🤔 — what are some of your oc's quirks/mannerisms?

He's often very confused or volatile Because he is confused because he was like literally reborn today and he can't catch a break. He has a staring problem.

🧐 — is your oc more logical or emotional?

He's guided by his desire to Keep The Peace, and he usually sees that as doing what he's told. I think its an emotional response. It's hard for him to follow much logic even if he wanted to nowadays, he's only able to operate in the Non-Warehouse World off of what the extremely biased other in his life have told him since he's been out.

#ask game #raymond

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squigglywindy · 2 years

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L O V E Y S Q U I G for the ask game :D

Dragon. Oh honey you know how much I like to talk.

L (What's the weirdest AU you've ever come up with): I've only ever really kind of written one AU. I started it and scrapped it fairly quickly but it was fun while it lasted. Basic premise: The Boys go to college. They all live on the same floor of some residence hall. They suffer the absolute roller coaster that has been my college experience (I've been here six years, there's a bit to work with) and have a good time. Time is the RA. That is all.

O (How begin, plot or characters): Usually characters! Most of the time I think 'hmm, I'd like to explore this dynamic' and then come up with a scenario for it, but every once in awhile I'll think of the scenario first and work backwards.

V (A secondary or underrated character you want to see more of in fic?): Aryll my precious beloved child I have devoured all ao3 has to offer and it is Not Much

E (If sequel, what about): Given I've only shared one of my disaster fics, I guess a sequel to "Wake Up" would involve reviving Zelda, probably giving her amnesia because I'm Mean, and doing a whole little adventure where those two clueless amnesiacs try to figure out what's going on

Y (A character you want to protect): Y'know, I want to say Wind. I really want to. But also? I get way too much joy out of his suffering so... If my scattered writings are anything to go by, I can't bring myself to do much to Twilight (Gee, wonder why...the poor guy)

S (Any random tropes you can't resist?): Found family my beloved I eat that up every time

Q (Any discarded scenes / storylines / projects): There's several, but the one I got the furthest on was one where there were these New Baddies who showed up and snatched Wind and Four and had them locked up for like...three weeks, I think, interrogating them about some guy called The Shadow Wielder who nobody knew was Sky the whole time, but was, and it got really dark really fast and I threw it out. Partly because I had no idea how to resolve it (or explain how Sky became TSW) but mostly because I was Way Too Mean

U (Pairing you might like to write but haven't): I'm a sucker for Zelink but aside from when I killed her, Zelda hasn't even been there for anything I've written so I haven't actually played with it.

I (Guilty pleasure in reading and/or writing): Same for both tbh. Absolutely wrecking these poor souls and then piecing them back together with The Power of Friendship. Not the All Bad things. The Bad But Hey Look It Gets Better

G (Favorite crack fic): Not really sure what qualifies as a crack fic? I mostly read H/C so... ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

As you can probably tell, I have a pretty sizable stack of random snippets and abandoned works :)

#Dragon my beloved #Squiggles Answers #This got out of hand better grab some popcorn before you read it's gonna take a minute

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rainbow-bastard-club · 2 years

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Could you tell us more abt how each character is like, personality-wise? :0

Of course! I'll divide it into two categories, as their behavior on set is different than off-set! Though this is a long post, so it'll be under a read more!

On Camera:

Black is portrayed as a mean older sibling who pranks all the others and laughs at them and is generally one note and annoying to watch. He comes across as mean spirited.

White is the inverse, where he is portrayed as the voice of reason for Black, and constantly has to try to keep his twin from bothering anybody/ he cleans up the aftermath of said pranks.

Red is very much the know it all who is constantly reading a book of some sort and turns away from most of the other children actors, as he's supposed to be a snobbish character in the show.

Orange is very excitable, however shows an extreme lack in desire to do anything physical, also he is eating something in every single shot he is in, for the comedic value.

Yellow is also quite the happy-go-lucky kid, though in the show he's portrayed as being slightly forgetful and leaving messes everywhere (as that was the lesson he was supposed to teach.)

Green is in fact blind since creation, and so is usually accompanied by someone else in the show, but he is very quiet and introverted.

Sky Blue is significantly louder and more outgoing, and she usually was the one to accompany him, because they balanced each other out.

Blue was very much the special boy, and often had the most screen time shared with other human actors as compared to his siblings.

Indigo was very quiet and stern, almost coming across as rude, unless the episode was focusing on space in which case she could talk for hours with complete sincerity.

Purple is an enigma, they're kind of, able to disappear for a while and then reappear later, and you don't even realize they were missing. They're calm, and don't speak much.

Violet is mellow, not necessarily calm, but he can put people at ease around him. Semi-chatty, but always pretending to be stupid in the show to annoy Red.

Pink is absolutely in love with the color, and the concept of love, and is so frilly and charming, so most of the episodes she's in feature something to do with the concept of love or romance.

Brown is outgoing, but to a point. On camera he usually just pushes past said point, though, and he's the kind of person who seems like they're in a perpetually good mood.

Grey is very reserved and timid, becoming nervous when new people are around him, or when the spotlight is on him. For said reason he usually isn't in too many shots and is always accompanied by a sibling.

Off Camera:

Black is actually the more mellow and laid-back sibling, who would rather just be listening to music, thank you. He goes out of his way to be kind to his siblings and fellow actors.

White is actually much ruder and more passive-aggressive than he is in the show. Even if he doesn't yell, he is very overwhelming to be around.

Red is still somewhat of a know it all, however he tries to make sure things he knows can be taught to everyone, even if he has to leave some information out, and his tastes in books are much different.

Orange is. He's. Eh... having sensory issues relating to food, and then being forced to eat on camera kind of gave him issues. He's reserved and doesn't like being looked at or paid attention to.

Yellow is still just as outgoing and crafty but is significantly better about not leaving scraps of paper and marker than he is in the show.

Green is very similar, as he is shy and prone to trailing off, however he's very aware of what's going on around him, even if it seems like he wouldn't be. He's got some suspicions.

Sky Blue still hangs around Green and helps him out whenever she can, but secretly she is obsessed with cars and trucks and trains.

Blue actually dislikes having so much attention on him, so whenever he is off camera, he seems to be trying to ride the adrenaline. However, he will seek out his siblings for hugs and affection.

Indigo is genuinely just as curious about space off camera as she is on camera, so she will talk to everyone about space whenever she can. Routinely begs Red to take her to the library so she can look at pictures of stars in the books.

Purple is still so sneaky, but their primary hiding area is under the castle walkway, they'd much rather be listening to music than anything else.

Violet is smarter than he appears in the show, and is just as chatty, and friendly, but doesn't hang out with everyone super often.

Pink secretly adores all things dark and spooky and has a videotape of the Addams family which she obsesses over. She has also filled an entire sketchbook with drawings of her as Morticia.

Brown reaches that point of no longer being outgoing quicker, and therefore will just walk out from conversations if he no longer wants to participate.

Grey is still very reserved, but he does much better off camera, because nobody is filming him, and he isn't around people he doesn't know. Very sleepy.

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