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How old's everyone by the time canon bleach rolls around?

Well that's an interesting question that I have devoted way too much thought to.

Most people in soul society age at the normal pace of one year per year, so they only have One Age, but even a tiny excess of spiritual energy can make some age much slower, and in Seireitei, which is full of Spiritually Potent People, most people have two ages- Calendar and Living Age. Calendar is how many years someone has existed, Living is approximately what developmental age they're at. Most Shinigami age at about one year for every 2-5 Lived, with average "died of natural causes and not in the line of duty" lifespans coming to 200-400 years. Power Level has a HEAVY Inverse correlation to aging, but once you hit the power levels associated with Seated officers and captains, things get Weird. Also fatal. Very few captains have died of Natural Causes.

But re: Everyone's ages in June 2000, when the series starts under the cut:

Karakura Gang:

The Kids are not dead yet, so not Subject to the extended lifepsans yet, but I did age everyone up a bit- Ichigo and his Human Friends are all Juniors in High school- age 17... ish.

Ichigo's 18th birthday occurs a couple weeks after he meets Rukia. He was held back from starting Kindergarten for a year because he was too short to reach the drinking fountains.

Chad was tall and his parents were both working full time so his mom persuaded his school to let him in early, so Chad only had his 17th birthday the month before he meets Rukia.

Kon: CA: 132 (9 years in his body) LA: 3, but in cat years, so really more like 22 in human years. An grad student in charge of a pack of teenagers.

Rukia: A Member of the Karakura Gang by association (i.e. my staging notes), Rukia is CA: 73 and LA: 20. She and Renji entered the academy when they were CA:25 and LA: 16. Like many high-powered shinigami, her rate of aging is slowing as she accumulates power, so she will likely live to see at least 500 (unless something happens)

Renji: See: Rukia. Rukia is eight months older than Renji and NEVER lets him forget it.

Kisuke Urahara: CA: 328 LA: 32.4545454545- Urahara is aging at one year for every 11 lived which pleases him because at least once a century his ages will line up and he'll have a straight shot of numbers and that's CLEARLY an excuse to have a MEGA birthday party and give him extra presents! He'll be 333 AND 33 in 2005, so Ichigo should start planning his surprise party!

Yoruichi Shihoin: CA: 329 LA: 28 Yoruichi is 365 days older than Kisuke (He was born in 1672) a leap year) and NEVER lets him forget it.

Isshin Shiba: CA: UUUH- LA: UUUUUUUH- Isshin Shiba was born to the Shiba Clan in 1846, was 154 when he vanished in 1980, appears to be in his mid-forties now, and can only actually REMEMBER the last 20 years of his life with any Clarity. The battle with White left his soul so damaged that when he fused with Masaki, he lost all his spiritual powers and forgot damn near everything- he remembers his given name, the name and face of Kaien Shiba but not how he knows him, that shinigami and hollows exist... but when he overheard Ryuken Ishida lying to the hospital staff that this was his friend from medical school who had been in a terrible car accident, he believed him, and assumed he WAS a doctor that had been in a terrible accident. Masaki was just as frightened of the Shinigami coming after the Quincy. While she could keep her relatives at bay, she couldn't fool the shinigami, so she asked the others to make sure Isshin never tried to return to spirit world... and they went along with it. As far as Isshin knows, Urahara was a guy he worked for as a teenager who helped him set up shop as a doctor after the accident. Yoruichi really is someone he used to be on the intramural volleyball team with back in college. Shinji is some guy who knew his parents, and decided to stay a friend of the family even after after they died in the accident. He and Masaki were married in a beautiful ceremony some weeks ago... Shame they lost all the pictures... Ichigo's promotion to Substitute Shinigami and the confrontation about "You used to be a CAPTAIN?? Why didn't you warn me and the twins about anything???" is one HELL of a shock for him.

Soul Society:

Genryusai Shigekuni Yamamoto: CA: 2,146 LA: 75 He was enjoying a Long Prime Middle Age until his Divorce in 1196, at which point he went bald, went gray and lost a significant amount of his muscle mass in under a decade, and has looked like an Old Man since.

Chojiro Sasakibe: CA: 1,358 LA: 66 (debated). Chojiro was barely 100 years old when he turned up at Yamamoto's Post Officer Self-Defense Dojo and refused to leave. His Lived Age is a secret known only to Unohana- the debate rages because Sasakibe was born with his Silver Fox hair, and with that removed, shows very little signs of aging. He insists he "-Just keep myself very well." and refuses to elaborate. He has a standing agreement with the SWA that his LA over various years may be revealed after he dies, so they may let people lay bets, on the condition that they give him a percentage when laid to support his Black Tea Habit.

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Soi Fon: CA: 201 LA: 29 Soi Fon has genetically terrific skin and if her mother is any indication, she'll look like a twentysomething until she hits menopause. THEN she'll look like a Silver Fox.

Marechiyo Omaeda: CA: 102 LA: 24 Omaeda has only been Lieutenant for 14 years, taking over the position early after his father (the previous 2nd Division lieutenant) had an extremely unexpected stroke. He's recovering well, but doesn't want to return because he's so proud of Marechiyo.

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Ichimaru Gin: CA:DEBATABLE, but at least 357 LA: 21 Gin has several days that *could* count as his "Birthday" but he's existed in his current body for as long as Rangiku has known him.

Rojuro "Rose" Otoribashi: CA: 312 LA: 37 Rose was promoted to captain a bare 2 years ago when TBTP happens, and is considered Young for a captain. In terms of Living Age, he's one of the oldest Visored.

Izuru Kira: CA: 89 LA: 23 He was a bit older than Rukia and Renji in CA and LA when he entered the Academy. He could have entered sooner but he was the sole caregiver for both his parents, who died premature deaths of chronic illnesses.

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Retsu Unohana: CA: 804 LA: "As old as my tongue and a little older than my teeth." According to the official records, Retsu Unohana enrolled in Shin'o Academy in 1198, and when asked her age, said "I became as I am last year" Which the intake officer interpreted to mean that she died and appeared as an adult in Spirit World in 1197, and she has absolutely failed to correct that misconception. Or update the public records regarding her age.

Yachiru Unohana: CA 1,497 LA: 37 To her credit, Unohana DID die when she was 17 and appeared in the afterlife at the age she died at. Then she barely aged by the time Yamamoto recruited her in 998. She served as Kenpachi of the 11th Divisison for 199 years, until her battle with an as-yet-unnamed young man in 1197. Shortly after her 200th year as Kenpachi passed, she came to terms with the fact she was no longer the fighter she was, and fell in battle to her lieutenant. With that, "Yachiru" Unohana died, and the following day she enrolled in the academy under the name Retsu to study medicine.

Isane Koetetsu: CA: 282 LA: 28 Isane and her sister Kiyone are unusual for Shinigami in that the Koetesu clan has some of the slowest-aging shinigami in it, and the slowed aging STARTS as infants. Isane couldn't even enroll in Shin'o Academy until her 100th birthday, and even then she needed special dispensation to let what was functionally a 10-year old take college classes.

Hanataro Yamada: CA: 141 LA: 23 Hanataro is the younger brother of Former 4th div Lieutenant Seinosuke Yamada, who now runs the Seireitei Medical Center i.e. The Rich Bitch Hospital. Hanataro entered the academy at a very young age like Isane and graduated with honors, but people tend to compare him to his more accomplished older brother, which both of them think is Unfair seeing as Seinosuke is a whole 112 years older than him. Hanatarou started in the 4th division at the tender age of 42/14, and some of the other medics decided to prank the lieutenant's baby brother by sending him to do the initial medical checkup of newly-appointed 11th division captain Zaraki. When he failed to return for six hours, Seinosuke went into a panicked rage and ran to the 11th, ready to make Zaraki the shortest-serving captain ever if need be, only to discover Hanataro patiently vaccinating and enthusiastic Zaraki for EVERYTHING, a process that was taking a while because Zaraki's spiritual pressure kept breaking the needles. Hanataro has been the 11th Division Pocket Medic ever since, to the detriment of Seinosuke's blood pressure. Zaraki encouraged his interest in Toxicology by bringing him dozens of venomous snakes to milk while on field expeditions, also much to the detriment of Seinosuke's blood pressure.

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Sosuke Aizen: CA: 432 LA: 47 Aizen was born an identical twin, but was the only brother to inherit any spiritual powers. The boy's mother was caught and killed by an enraged shopkeep stealing food to feed a half-starving Sosuke when they were young children. The boys managed to get jobs in another city working at a candy store, and did so well that the owner left the store to them when he retired. Sosuke's marketing talents and Sosato's culinary skills made "My Brother's Candy" a wild success, and soon they were opening franchise stores, and became popular minor celebrities in their district. Sosuke even married and had children- and grand children, and was an active member of his district government and merchants council, personally opening up several schools and water treatment facilities. Then, shortly after he and Sosato celebrated their 88th birthday, tragedy struck. There was a massive flood that lead to a massive crop failure that lead to a massive disease outbreak, which lead to major political upheaval, which lead to Sosuke and his brother having to flee their home. Unfortunately, Sosato dearly loved his brother, and when the hail of arrows came down on them from the soldiers pursing the civilians, Sosato decided that he was near the end of his life anyway, while Sosuke- still functionally in his 20's- had so much to live for, and put himself between his brother and the onslaught. And so Sosuke Aizen went from Revered Councilor, Celebrated Candymaker, beloved Great-grandfather and Twin to an Exile and the sole survivor of his name. He joined the Shinigami, determined to make the Soul Society a better place where what happened to him would never happen again- only to discover that he was at the mercy of a corrupt and incompetent government, and worse, an apparently uncaring God. Until one night when he had a dream- all the pieces of his study of Kido came together and he realized there WAS a way to fix all this- He just had to become God. With that, Gin slithered away into the night and deep into the far districts, so he could assume a human form and forge an identity Aizen wouldn't question when they met back up again.

Shinji Hirako: CA: 412 LA: 31 Shinji genuinely thought he could get away with impersonating a high schooler to spy on Ichigo- after all, he still looked like he was what, 22? With the right clothes and some recent slang- "Why is there some creepy old guy wearing the school uniform?" Ichigo asks his friends the second he sees Shinji. "He looks like some kind of weird hipster who's trying to relive his youth." Sighs Mizurio. "-Or a really deluded pervert who thinks he can sneak into the locker room." says Tatsuki, cracking her knuckles. "He doesn't look THAT old-" Keigo protests, and there is the briefest glimmer of hope for Shinji's Ego. "-Maybe he's some kind of super-senior who got held back a bunch because he's dumb as a brick." Shinji crumples to the ground, defeated by the direct hits to his insecurities.

Hinamori Momo: CA: 66 LA: 26 Momo has an extreme case of babyface but is secretly ripped under her uniform and well on her way to MILFdom from the waist down. The first time Hiyori sees her in shorts is a psychological and spiritual awakening.

Hiyori Sarugaki: CA: 126 LA: 20 Hiyori is the youngest Living Age and slowest-aging visored. She gets mad about her youthful appearance but also uses it to get children's discounts at theme parks.

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Byakuya Kuchiki: CA: 181 LA: 26 Byakuya was married quite young, and Widowed soon after. He's still in his prime, and exceptionally hale for a Kuchiki- Despite the exceptional spiritual power of the clan, the centuries of inbreeding have given them severe health issues and very short lifespans for their power. Byakuya's grandfather Ginrei only lived to 486, and his father Sojun died at 200 from Hemophillia. Byakuya is still working up the nerve to tell Rukia that she will likely outlive him by a considerable margin, and the fact that Rukia hasn't got a nibling to spoil was His medical problem, not Hisana's.

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Sajin Komamura: CA: 712 LA: 22 Komamura is somehow both Older AND Younger than everyone thinks he is, and that's not even getting into the "Wait, is that in human years or wolf years?" Debacle. When Yamamoto met Sajin for the first time in the 1400's he was extremely impressed with the giant warriors skill and courage, and before Sajin had a chance to greet him properly, asked the warrior to join his Academy. "I- I'm really old but I'm actually eight." came the voice of a small boy from behind the helmet and Yamamoto had to go stand with his face pressed into the wall for a minute.

Love Aikawa: CA:345 LA:33 Love Aikawa is one of the few shinigami who came into his spiritual powers so fast that he did NOT have a creer before becoming a Shinigami.

Tetsuzaemon Iba: CA: 154 LA: 30 Testsuzaemon was still a small boy when Komamura was appointed to the third seat of the first division, and got to know his mother Chikane Iba. Chikane worked extremely hard, but held Yamamoto in high regard, and Komamura in similar regard by extension. So now Tetsuzaemon is lieutenant to a man he still secretly thinks of as his "Favorite Babysitter".

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Shunsui Kyoraku: CA: 856 LA: 48 Shunsui was forced to join the academy before his 100th birthday by his noble family because they had not actually planned on actually having a third son survive to adulthood and didn't really know what to do with him. Both Shunsui and Ukitake are old enough to remember when Unohana was still Yachiru, and Shut The Fuck Up about that fact.

Nanao Ise: CA: 141 LA: 28 When she first arrives in Seireitei, Yachiru Kusajishi is LA Eight, and quickly makes friends with Nanao, who is the other little girl close to her age with spiritual powers: "You're my baby sister now, but you'll be my Big sister sooner than later." Yachiru explained. "What do you mean?" Nanao blinked at her. "You're what, Living Age Seven, right?" Yachiru asked, squinting at her. "Yeah, but I'm really Forty-One!" Nanao insisted. It bothered her when people refused to take her seriously because of her age. "Right. I'm like Living Age Eight, so I'm your big sister. But I'm actually Four hundred and six." "…What?" Nanao gaped. "but, but that means you must be aging at…" She frowned, trying to do long division in her head. "-I age about one year for every fifty lived, yeah." "You- oh god." Nanao realized. "You outlive everyone you know." "Not everyone! Ken-chan and I are both aging at the same pace." Yachiru explained, wobbling a bit as she walked the log over the creek. "I guess I'm lucky- there aren't that many of us who age this slow so most of us don't have anybody who's really a 'life-long' companion, and I might be only one with a parent that's got a similar lifespan!" She grinned. "I age at about one for five, so in- ...in less than ten years I'll be older than you." Nanao hummed with concern. "Yep! But until then, you have to do everything your Big Sister says!" Yachiru grinned.

Lisa Yadomaru: CA: 427 LA: 36 Even though they're not REMOTELY related, Lisa bonded very strongly to Nanao when she was Shunsui's lieutenant. This causes some dispute with Yachiru when she returns to Soul Society because according to yachiru, Nanao is her Little Big Sister, owing to the difference in CA, to therefore Lisa is her Big-Big Little Sister, and Lisa thinks she doesn't have to support Yachiru's Candy Habit.

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Kaname Tousen: Calendar age: 499 LA: 32 After the events of the Winter War, during which Kaname turned 500, Kaname disputes that he is only 350, because he spent the last 150 years under Aizen's Curse and "-You call that living?" Everyone (except Sajin) regularly forgets when Kaname's birthday is because he doesn't celebrate it- it was also his sister Kakiyo's birthday and he hasn't really felt like 'celebrating' since she was murdered, and Ichigo is the first person to REALLY understand his feelings on the matter, his own mother dyind so close to his birthday and how visiting her Memorial wasn't exactly a celebration, but it wasn't exactly mourning either.

Shuuhei Hisagi: CA:119 LA: 27 Renji entered the Academy the year Shuuhei was due to Graduate and still thinks of Shuuhei as his "Senpai". Shuuhei entered the academy the same year Rangiku was due to graduate, and still thinks of her as his "Senpai". Renji once called Rangiku his "Grand-Senpai" She and Shuuhei both beat him with shoes about it.

Kensei Muguruma: CA:469 LA: 29 Kensei supports Kaname's declaration that he's only 350 because finding out Kaname is older than him brings up all the insecurities Kensei developed from being the MUCH younger brother to five sisters, and he can't handle being "The Baby" again.

Mashiro Kuna: CA: 506 LA: 25 It took 47 rounds of Janken with Yachiru for Mashiro to finally be the first to get to three victories and declare herself The Biggest Sister. She also saw Kensei's meltdown about Kaname being older than him and is quietly holding onto the fact she's older than both of them until the moment it will cause her beloved captain the maximum amount of Psychological Damage.

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Rangiku Matsumoto: CA: 357 LA: 29 Rangiku measures her Calendar Age from the date she appeared in Soul Society at age 14, which is an accepted practice, but sometimes people want to add their years in the living world as well. Rangiku supports Kaname's claim to be 350 because they let HER knock 14 years off her CA for an even more arbitrary reason, and also it means she doesn't have to get him a belated 500th Birthday gift for another 150 years.

Toshiro Hitsugaya: CA: 60 LA: 12 Hitsugaya is FAR AND AWAY the youngest Shinigami to achieve a seated officer's position by any age, and this was 100% done as a political maneuver by Yamamoto. Hitsugaya is no Slouch- he graduated salutatorian of his class and is the youngest person ever to achieve Bankai, but Yamamoto slapped him into the lieutenant's position 20 years ago (Hitsugaya graduated within weeks of Isshin Shiba's Disappearance) SPECIFICALLY to put Rangiku between him and any unscrupulous noble houses looking to forcibly adopt him/marry him to a spare heir/straight-up kidnap Hitsugaya to prop up their failing genetic lines. One of the clans tried it anyway and the resulting smoking crater where the clan compound used to be put the fear of Haineko into everyone and has so far discouraged further attempts.

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Kenpachi Zaraki: CA: 1,477* LA: 42 Like Gin, Zaraki has several dates that could count as the start of his existence, but when asked how old he was at the first moon-viewing party he went to- "...How d'ya guys measure that?" Zaraki asked, studying Shunsui with his good eye in a way that made the hair on the back of his neck prickle. "Uh- well, for most people, it's when you were Born in Soul Society, but if you died and appeared here it's the day you first existed in Soul Society." he explained, feeling like he was missing an important dimension to the question. "Oh! In that case I'm- wait, shit. What day is it today?" "It's November 18th." Unohana smiled. "Ah, fuck! With all the chaos I forgot-!" Zaraki laughed. "Turned 1,377 last Monday." The assembled Shinigami all stared blanky, save for Unohana, who appeared to be trying to not laugh into her cup. "I'm sorry, I'm not sure I heard that correctly..?" Jushiro asked, entirely sure he had. "One Thousand Three Hundred Seventy-Seven." Zaraki repeated slowly, grin cracking across his face. "-Can't say I've done as good a job lookin' after myself as Sasakibe here though." "I- good heavens! The only person you're younger than is Yamamoto himself!" Aizen exclaimed, eyes wide behind his glasses. Zaraki frowned at that for a moment and then nodded. "...If you say so." Unohana made a small snuffling noise as she tried to not snort sake up her nose laughing. "How old are YOU, Mr. Glasses?" Yachiru asked. "Hm? Oh, I'm 332! And how old are y-" Aizen began to reply before he was interrupted by Yachiru jabbing her finger into the tip of his nose, cackling. "HAH! you're seventy- uh- seventy four years younger than me! You're a little baby man!" She clapped her hands with glee. "Unohana-sama? Are you alright?" Ukitake asked as the chief medic coughed suddenly. "I'm having a great time!" She wheezed, eyes watering from accidentally inhaling her drink.

Yachiru Kusajishi: CA: 506 LA: 10 Yachiru was Very Loved by her parents. Zaraki tells her this. When he found her, he found her in an otherwise abandoned house, with her parents, who had obviously died protecting her from the late-winter cold snap. She was still in her mother and father's arms when he came to investigate her cries. Her parents were wearing kimono that had the bottom third cut off, just above their knees, even though it was the middle of winter. She was wearing a double-layered baby Kimono made of the fabric they had cut off, to make sure she stayed warm. He took her into the nearest village, in hopes someone there could nurse her and tell him what her name was. She was lucky- there was a woman nursing her own daughter who agreed to take on her as well. But the Village elder hung his head in shame- he knew the couple the vagrant described- they lived far up the mountain, and only went by the name "Kusajishi", the name of the district, as was the style of many poor and illiterate farmers. They only came down from their farm once or twice a year to sell the special herbs they grew up there- the elder had seen the woman pregnant, but they had not come down to tell him the girl's name for the village records. So that day, the vagrant became Kenpachi Zaraki, and gave to her the name Yachiru as any parent should name their child, and the name Kusajishi, after the parents that loved her so. She only ever calls her adopted father Ken-chan, and is the only person who is allowed to call him that, because a parent should be called something special by their child. In deference to her parent's sacrifice, she does not call him "father". That was another man, who died for her. Zaraki does not lie to Yachiru, ever. Everything he told her about how they met is true. He has omitted one detail from the story, however. Her parents died from the cold snap because they had to be at least eighty, and not blessed with spiritual power like her. She had outlived her parents as an infant. And after speaking to the village elder about how, to his shame, he'd never managed to ask the little girl's name, even since he was a little boy, and failed to send anyone up there to check on the family, The vagrant with no name sat near the fire in the village hall, holding the little girl with no name. He thought about how terribly lonely it was, to not have a name. and how lucky he was that he had a mother who also had an extremely long lifespan that was able to live through raising him, and that he could still visit and speak to. and how unlucky this little girl was, that she did not. "How d'ya get a name?" the vagrant asked the village elder. "Well, here you just tell me what your name is, and I write it down in the village records." the elder said, watching him with curiosity. "...if I tell you a name, will you show me how to write it?" He asked, voice barely above a whisper. "Of course." The elder nodded. The vagrant was silent for a while. "Then her name is Yachiru Kusajishi." Said the vagrant. "...And yours?" The elder asked, picking up the record book and inkstone. "Mine?" the vagrant asked. "You're giving her a name because she hasn't got anyone else to do it, aren't you?" The elder asked, gaze steady. "If you name something, it's your responsibility forever, and you're going to have to be responsible for yourself if you're going to be responsible for her." The Vagrant considered this for a while. "My name-" he started and stopped, throat clicking like he was literally choking on the words. "-My name for her is Kenpachi Zaraki."

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Mayuri Kurotsuichi: CA: 132 LA: 267 Mayuri is the only shinigami aging faster than the expected rate. This is because he escaped from Hell, and Hell would very much like to get his ass back there ASAP.

Nemuri Kurotsuichi: CA: 20 LA: 20 Nemu has been twenty for twenty years now, ever since she was pulled from the goo of her incubation tube by her father Mayuri, and will be 20 for the foreseeable future. The static lack of aging is something Mayuri hopes to fix in future drafts- Nemu is the seventh Nemuri, and the most successful one so far- She's the second Nemuri to actually make it out of her incubation tube, and the first to survive more than a year, but Nemuri Hachigo is already developing in the basement of the 12th in case something happens to her. The knowledge of her 'Little Sister' is something that brings Nemu comfort, like already knowing what you're going to be reincarnated as. "That's really fucked up." Says Uryuu Ishida in the rubble of Las Noches as she puts his intestines back inside his thorax where they belong. He's on a lot of drugs he'd like to know less about. "-It's also kind of cute. In a away. but really fucked up."

Kirio Hikifune: CA: 617 LA: 35 Kirio is one of a handful of people in on Unohana's double identity, but would NEVER betray her beloved Senpai's personal information! She served under Unohana in the fourth and developed her flesh-to-food technique with Unohana's help.

Tama Nikuya: CA: 1,477 LA: 26 Despite being the same age as Zaraki and Unohana and was aging at the same slow rate, the process that turned her into a Puca also caused her to go into bio-hell-fuckery that has effectively stopped her from aging at all. Or rather, she IS aging but every time she dies, she reappears as the LA age she was when she underwent The Flesh Change. She says the process is not infinite- she WILL eventually run out of spare lives, and if she manages to live long enough to die of old age in this body, she will NOT respawn at all. Also- it HURTS! She does die, which hurts, and comes back, which hurts EVEN MORE, and each time she comes back, she's confronted with the prospect of either outling all her friends or putting them through a similar hell to stay together. All in all, DO NOT ATTEMPT. I am speaking to you specifically, Kisuke. Akon Akon: CA: 119 LA: 27 Akon only has the one name but the archives don't like that so he uses it Twice. He was imprisoned without trial in the Maggot's nest for being part Yokai when he was a small child, and sprung to work in R&D By Mayuri shortly after Urahara's disappearence. He's friends with Yachiru and Nanao because there weren't hat many kids in the social circles of the Gotei-13's upper ranks, and all three of them shared a mutual interest in the Dinosaurs that were being discovered at the time. He's friends with Shuuhei because he was forced to take Remedial "if you work in the 12th instead of just R&D you need to actually know how to be a shinigami" classes the same year Shuuhei was accepted to the academy and they were dorm mates. Akon intermittendly draws weird one-panel cartoons for the Seireitei bulletin under a pen name, often about strange scientific jokes and on one notable occasion, bovine anthropological artifacts.

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Jushiro Ukitake: CA: 857 LA: 44 Ukitake is genuinely unsure if, when or HOW he will die, given that he is host to a Divine Being. Once that particular cat is out of the bag, it gives him something to commiserate about with Tama. Already, Shunsui is starting to outpace his age- is he doomed to bury his friend? or will circumstance force Mimihagi to consume him entirely? Mimihagi is sympathetic- the Left Hand of God is also not sure what this fusion entails for him- it's possible that if Jushiro dies by any other means besides Mimihagi consuming him, that Mimihagi will die with him, and neither is sure what kind of impact that might have on the universe at large. Still, if it weren't for Mimihagi's intervention, Jushiro wouldn't have this time at all, and Mimihagi will never have had these experiences, so neither regrets the choice they made, regardless of how it ends.

Hachigen Ushoda: CA: 278 LA: 32. Hachigen is appearing under the 13th Division because the Kido Corps got absorbed into the 13th while he was away. Hachi consistently fools people into thinking he's way older than he actually is because he has to tailor-make all his clothes for his massive frame, so why NOT go all the way and make something Special for all this effort?

...this post is already three miles long, I'll do the Arrancar and Quincy next.

#AEIWAM #An Elephant Is Warm And Mushy #Bleach #Bleach fanfic #Long Post #not kidding HELLA long post #There are more than 40 names to tag #I ain't doin' that shit #read for your fave tho everyone has a Fun Fact (TM)

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Last night shift before the first play test of the Therapy Game.

They are so excited ^^' I'm glad Saiwa is his old self again. It's so hard for me to see him suffer. They are so cute! ^^'

Jack noticed that Ji Ho is sad and exhausted: "Let's take a break, hm?"

And as soon as he said it, Ji Ho ran out. It still hurts that Vlad rejected him. Saiwa: "What happened?"

And so Jack explained that the idea was to get physical with Vlad so Ji Ho can gain access to his buried feelings. And that Vlad rejected him... Saiwa: "Vlad!" Vlad: "But - how was I supposed to know? I didn't attend your therapy session and no one told me. He tried to kiss me out of the blue and you know I can't resist him and then we'd go to far and ..."

"I just can't treat Ji Ho like this. He only should do such things with someone he loves. Not to cast bond magic and not to find his feelings. There is no need to do this anyway. Because there is another way - and we are just working on it -> this game."

Saiwa sighed: "Uhm right... I should probably go and look after him then... By the way: Is it ok for you to stay here for so long? How are Jeb and Kiyoshi doing? If you need to check on them, just leave." Vlad: "Uhm - no, it's actually fine. I can stay and finish the game with you." Saiwa sensed there is something foul: "What?" Vlad: "Ehm... actually they now live together at Jeb's apartment and care for each other..." Oh oh. (Jeb and Kiyoshi knew each other long before we met them. And Saiwa and Jack had always been jealous. Jeb had even joined Kiyoshi in the tree to take a part of the burden off of him while no one else of them knew where he was...) Jack regained his composure before Saiwa: "It's all my fault! I go and run!" Saiwa: "How is this your ... ohhh"

(That's Saiwa and Jack's way to deal with things ^^' Jack doesn't care to be Saiwa's scapegoat to hunt down. He knows it's the only way for Saiwa to let his frustration out and he's glad to help haha And Jack too needs a good run right now after this revelation...) Saiwa: "Ok. You look after Ji Ho then, Vlad."

Vlad: "Ehm, ok..."

And then they ran.

Vlad instead went to look after Ji Ho... How embarrassing - again. Will it never end? Vlad doesn't even know if it's a good idea to dig out Ji Ho's feelings. It kept him sane for all these years burying them deep deep down. Do the others even consider that it's not possible to just dig out the feelings of love? Ji Ho would have to open Pandora's Box and all his surpressed feelings would hit him - all at once.

Vlad: "Forgive me."

Did you notice that it rained again? And did you know that mermaids can change the weather? And that it only rained when Ji Ho was sad? And when the sun came out the other day, it was when Ji Ho was happy that Vlad was there and Vlad was happy to see Ji Ho happy?

'If I kiss you like this And if you whisper like that It was lost long ago, but it's all coming back to me If you want me like this And if you need me like that It was dead long ago, but it's all coming back to me It's so hard to resist, and it's all coming back to me I can barely recall, but it's all coming back to me now But it's all coming back'

Pandora's Box - It's all coming Back to me now (You might know this song from Celine Dion, but this is the original, written by Jim Steinman (who also wrote songs for Meatloaf)

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Vlad being overly theatrical ^^'

And maybe they kissed because Vlad is unable to resist Ji Ho :3

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Steddie Notes BONUS PART

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Eddie wakes up to an empty bed. He’s a little surprised, honestly, since he had his heart set on first anniversary morning sex. Though, based on the smells wafting through their apartment, Steve’s making breakfast, which is an acceptable alternative (plus, if he has it his way, they aren’t leaving the bed again today).

The digital alarm clock on his bedside table is obscured by a Composition Book he doesn’t remember bringing to bed. He reaches for it before his brain registers the red ink dragon sketched on the cover. His hands tremble as he flips it open, but the first few pages are written in his own scrawl. Steve’s handwriting doesn’t appear until 10 pages in and Eddie’s heart stutters at the sight.

March 28, 1986

God, Eddie, I’m so sorry. So, so fucking sorry. I can’t— I’m sorry. I should have been there, I should’ve protected you, I should’ve kept you safe.

You wouldn’t be part of this if it weren’t for me. Robin and Dustin keep telling me that's not true, that Chrissy was already cursed but. Robin is here because of me. Erica-fucking Sinclair is here because of me. And now you. And you’re dying. And it’s my fault.

I don’t even know what I’m doing right now, but I can’t just sit and wait, I’d lose my mind. Anyway. You left this notebook in my trunk, and I hope you don’t mind that I’m using it.

I don’t think I’ve ever been this terrified in my life, Eds.

Please don’t die on me. I can’t live in this world without you.

March 29, 1986

Hey Eds

You made it through the night. I can’t fucking believe it. I ripped Robin’s shirt when the doctor came in to tell us that you were out of surgery and stable, and then he dropped the bomb that your chance of surviving the night was 40%. Forty-fucking-percent. I guess you beat the odds, babylove.

I’m with Uncle Wayne at your bedside. He threw a fit to make sure I could be here whenever I wanted, and that everyone could visit.

You’ve missed some wild shit, Munson, you’re going to be so mad when you wake up.

Come back to me, sweet boy. I can’t take this.

March 30, 1986

Made it through a second night, babe.

I hope you wake up soon.

Miss you like crazy.

I keep looking at you in this hospital bed, and you look so fucking small. I hate it. You’re the loudest voice in the room. You don’t just take up space, you demand it. It’s killing me that I haven’t heard your voice in days. And my brain, it keeps filling in things you would say, and I wait for you to speak up, but of course you don’t. It’s a kick to the balls every single time.

The thing is.

The thing is that I need you to wake up, Eddie. You can’t leave me. I made up my mind a long time ago, we’re spending our lives together. And it can’t fucking end now. It can’t end because of this.

And I need you to open your goddamn beautiful eyes so I can tell you how much I love you. You don’t get to go before you hear me say it, do you understand?

I love you. You’re it for me. I’ve never wanted a forever as much as I want one with you. So, you have to wake up, yeah? You have to wake up so we can grow up, have a family, have a life together.

Promise you won’t leave me, Eds.

March 31, 1986

You woke up, you motherfucker. The doctors kicked me out to look you over and I cried so hard in the bathroom that Robin made El break down the door with her powers.

Thank you for coming back. I won’t ever let you go again.

April 7, 1987

I’m sure you’re wondering why I’m giving this to you, babylove. It’s been a year. Look how far we’ve come.

✏️✏️✏️✏️

September 18, 2015

It’s way too fucking early for Eddie to even be awake and he has the day off. Steve asked him to take vacation months ago, didn’t say why, and now that fucker has the audacity to not even be in the house. And like, sure, they’ve been together for close to thirty years, and Eddie knows that Steve goes for a run at the ass crack of dawn.

Still pisses him off, though.

Eddie huffs down to the kitchen to get coffee started, doing a double take when he sees a familiar black Composition Book with red dragon on the cover.

He walks towards it slowly because this has been framed on the wall since their first anniversary, way back in ’87, and Steve isn’t home.

Eddie opens it, re-reads the panicked, lovesick notes Steve wrote in the hospital, doesn't bother to fight back the tears. He gets to the last letter and the paper is stiff and wrinkled, like it took water damage. Eddie flips the page, grief already pumping through his veins.

What he sees instead is college-ruled notebook paper, glued in place. It reads:

“I fucking hate this class.”

“Tell me about it.”

“trig. You?”

“Algebra 2 :(”

A sound escapes his mouth, something between a laugh and a sob.

“Hey man, I'm pretty sure I fucked things up with us, and I owe you an apology. I've always known who you were, but you had no idea I was me...”

“Anyone ever tell you you’re kind of beautiful, Munson?”

“Watch. The. Movie. This is the last time we get high first if this is how you behave.”

“What are you gonna win me at the fair, Harrington?”

“If you’re nice to me, probably something cute.”

“Eddie…I think I really like you

You’re my favorite person in the entire world

Some days you’re the only thing I can think about

I want to wake up in bed with you everyday

I can’t stop thinking about what it would be like to kiss you

Do you like me? Yes or No”

“What are you doing about Hellfire?”

“Huh?”

“If the game is Friday. Lucas can’t do both.”

“He made his choice.”

“You ever been in love?”

No, but I think I’m falling”

“I love you, Eddie”

All the sketches of the sailor boy and the rockstar are there, even the one Eddie stuck to the poster in his room, though how Steve managed to get that is anyone’s guess.

There are pictures too, Eddie and Max still recuperating in the hospital; Corroded Coffin performing at the Hideout; them holding the keys to the bar, Steve shirtless and hammering something while Eddie looks on, with the increasingly popular bands Eddie booked to play their must-see Friday night slots; Steve on his first day of college and one of him jumping into Eddie’s arms in his graduation gown, mortar board slipping off his head; In the hospital cradling their twin girls with Max giving a weary thumbs-up between them. Shot after shot of their family, their life, their dreams coming true. A scrapbook of their lives together, big moments and small; good and bad.

Eddie’s crying freely as he flips through the rest of the book, still fucking astounded that Steve is the love of his life, that they’re making a forever together.

Eddie flips to the last page. Stops dead.

In Steve’s looped handwriting, unchanged since high school, it says:

“Eddie,

Will you marry me?”

“What the fuck?” He yelps, standing up fast enough that his chair crashes to the floor.

He turns and Steve— his reason for being, the man that brought him back from the dead—Steve Harrington, is down on one knee, something silver glinting in his outstretched hand.

“Eddie,” he says, his voice a wreck. “Marry me?”

Eddie crashes to his knees, shoving at Steve’s shoulder. “You’re such an idiot.”

Steve laughs. “Is that a yes?”

Eddie laughs too, but it quickly morphs into a sob, “Of course it’s a yes, Steve. Of course.”

Hands trembling, Steve slips the ring onto Eddie’s hand. It’s a thin silver band with skeletal hands contorted into an infinity symbol.

They fall into a kiss that rips the breath from Eddie’s lungs, but then that’s nothing new. When they finally pull apart Eddie asks, “why today?”

Steve blushes and grabs at the back of his neck. “Thirty-one years ago, I walked into Mundy’s class and found a note on the window ledge.”

“What the fuck.” Eddie’s mouth drops, his heart stuttering. This man.

“Once I figured out you leaving that note was going to be one of the most important moments of my life? I made sure to never forget.”

“Baby.” Eddie pulls Steve in for another kiss. “I can’t wait to marry you.”

Steve tugs at Eddie’s hand. “C’mon.”

“Where we going?”

“The girls will be here in a couple hours, and I have some things I want to do to you before they’re home.”

“The GIRLS?” Eddie shrieks. “How the hell long have you been planning this? Did they KNOW?”

“Since the end of June,” Steve answers without missing a beat. “And of course they know. Everyone knows. I asked Wayne for his blessing.”

Eddie can’t speak, his heart crashing in his chest as he, once again, thanks whatever entity made it possible for him to have this.

“I’ve been in love with you for over half my life, Eds. I wanted to do this right. You deserve it. We deserve it.”

He pulls Steve into his arms, kissing him hard enough that their teeth clack, but neither of them care.

✏️✏️✏️✏️

When they come home from dinner, as Steve reaches in his pocket for his keys to let the entire family in the house to celebrate their engagement, he finds a gum wrapper tucked in with the metal. He unfolds it, the words within unfurling in his heart, his soul.

"Thank you for giving me forever, sweetheart."

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Epilogue: Next Christmas

Three-hundred and sixty-five days go by...will Loki return?

**MASTERLIST HERE** Pairing: Soft!Dom!Loki x F!Reader Content Warnings: smut, extensive mentions of death, euthanasia, and death-related philosophy, some dark content (though the characters won't be), exile, moodiness, smut, kinks of various flavors (look for specific chapter warnings), trauma and mental illness, reader is a captive, reader has a body count

“You let them drink?” you moaned, rolling your eyes at Brunnhilde, who was already barely capable of figuring out how to use a bar stool, swiveling unstably left and right as you confronted her with only partial seriousness. “You do realize most of them are still young girls, right?”

“Oh, shove off, it’s New Year’s!” she replied, swigging from a silver stein in front of her. “Plus, I know you don't get Asgardian biology, but our livers are a good degree better than humans. I’m sure the girls are fine.”

“Uh, Dagmar just puked on her horse,” you continued. “Hilds, I was so optimistic when I started the New Valks with you, and now it looks like I already have to start an AA.”

The King dismissed this with an awkward hand wave. “Oh, Dag’s never been the best rider.”

You grunted. “She wasn’t riding him. She was…trying to milk him.”

“Y’know, I miss the quieter, more frightened you sometimes,” Brunnhilde mumbled, finishing her drink and slamming it on the table.

“No you don’t,” you said, tapping your finger on the bar and looking at the clock again. 11:32pm. Loki had 28 minutes left to make his deadline.

It wasn’t as if you expected him to come barreling back at 12:01 the previous night, but, of course, a part of you hoped that he was so maddened with desire to be back in your arms that he couldn’t wait until the last minute. Every minute that passed that day made your heart drop a little more in your chest.

“I meant what I said the other day,” said Brunnhilde, “If he flakes, he’s banned from New Asgard forever.”

“I told you not to go that far,” you scoffed. “There will be no regrets, no matter what happens…aside from maybe regretting allowing our recruits to be teenagers.”

Establishing the New Valkyries was no easy task. After a month of recruitment and bribery, you were only able to assemble seven young women, all under the human equivalent of twenty-two years old. Apparently, the Valkyries had a bit of a reputation not unlike a motorcycle gang, and some of the residents thought they were going to be more trouble than they were worth.

Sometimes, you agreed with them.

The “New Valks” all had great hearts and courage, but when the King procured horses for them, and it took the better part of a month just teaching them how to ride, you began to realize the two of you were in over your heads, just a little. Still, some slow progress had been made over the year, and by the time Christmas rolled around again, at least four of them could wield a broadsword without pulling a muscle.

Brunnhilde pounded on the bar with her fist, and the bartender at the other end of the counter immediately drew a rune in her direction, instantly refilling her stein.

“If you want to go out there now, I can tell the girls to cut it out and go home,” she sighed. “Killjoy,” she added with a murmur.

Twisting your lip, you felt a small pebble of fear roll around in your stomach. “You’d have thought he’d be here by now.”

“That god always liked to make an entrance,” the King explained. “You should have seen the ‘worship me’ shit he pulled at Ragnarok. I’m not surprised he’s planning to make his grand return at 11:59.”

“You think he’ll show up?” you asked hopefully.

Your best friend shrugged. “Who's to say? I guess I’d rather put up with His Heinie-ness lurking about if it makes you happy.”

You looked at the clock one more time. Only four minutes had passed.

“Yeah, I can’t wait any longer,” you admitted. “Tell Dag she’s got stable duty tomorrow, hangover or no. She needs to learn some self control already.”

“Will do, Cap.” Brunnhilde nodded and raised her stein in a mock toast. “Good luck, Y/N.”

The night was crisp, the air clear, a gentle snow falling from a browned-over sky absorbing the ambient noise from the village. You still preferred a warm, gentle summer shower, but this kind of winter’s night had its own stillness, its own kind of petrichor that made you feel at home.

The year had rewarded you well, even though it wasn’t exactly easy. The New Valks, ragtag as they were, looked up to you, and knowing that you belonged somewhere, with friends to seek out and people who depended on you in spite of your terrible gifts…it was home. You were happy.

Katja was beginning to fade, and you especially could sense it. She was still around, but her energy was lower than it had been the last year, and you had the solemn feeling she would be reuniting with Ivar in the coming months. You were thankful, however, that her expiring seemed to be rolling in like a peaceful evening wave, which meant you likely wouldn’t have to visit her bedside to send her off as you had with Ivar. You still hoped you would never need to do that again.

S.H.I.E.L.D. was good on their word to leave you and New Asgard be, as was the Flock. Last February, you mysteriously found a large delivery of flowers, fruits, and candy in the town square, along with a single Bible addressed to you specifically. Brunnhilde concluded this was their odd way of thanking you for sparing their ‘queen,’ and that the truce was solidified. The Bible made good kindling for your fireplace, but the children of the village appreciated the treats (after you and Brunnhilde made sure they were safe, of course, and they were).

You made your way up the hill with just under ten minutes until midnight. Looking back to the faint glow of New Asgard down at the shore, you smiled.

Even if you found something better out there, Loki, so did I, you thought. We both won your wager in the end.

However, you knew that if he missed his deadline, you’d still go back to your cabin (indoor toilet included) and weep for days. You craved Loki more and more with each hour. Your braid, still tightly tucked behind your ear after a year of careful maintenance, only provided so much. As he’d warned, it was only a projection of Loki not unlike the ones you’d seen in Star Wars.

Of course, you’d still kept it out for hours the many, many nights you were alone in bed, with only your hand for lustful company. However, you never brought it out around another person. Loki, even as a simple image, was yours and yours alone to cherish and admire.

The daisy he’d woven into your hair had remained fresh and full all year long thanks to the magic embedded within it, and it hadn’t begun to fade until Loki’s birthday several weeks ago: December 17th. After then, it was as if the flower was a countdown clock, the petals had begun peeling away, once a night, at exactly midnight. Tonight, a single petal remained in your braid, and it was hanging on by a single fiber to the rest of the stem.

Your breath formed curling tendrils in front of your face, perfectly resembling the death energy that lay beneath your skin, dormant nearly all the time, only ever used in defense as a nuclear option. But you no longer saw yourself as a beast meant to be locked away. The Universe itself seemed to have bestowed its greatest, most constant power onto you, and however that happened when you were young,it was finally a part of you that you were willing to embrace.

You took a deep breath. You didn’t have a watch with you, but you knew you only had a few moments left. Each one that passed without any indication of a spacecraft landing made your heart sink a little lower.

Loki, if you really are planning to make a last-second entrance, I may actually kill you, you grumped from within.

Then, the ten-second countdown to the new year began. You could tell from the collective swelling of cheers and counting from New Asgard below. You held your breath and looked to the skies.

10…9…8… C’mon, love…

7…6… Nothing. No lights, sounds,or deep, sexy voices.

5…4…3… Goddamn it, Loki…

2… A tear pricked the corner of your eye.

1! Happy New Year! There it was.

The last petal fell from your hair and slowly floated down toward the pile of snow at your feet that you’d nervously been kicking up as you waited. Biting your lip, you wish you had more alcohol, and you decided before sinking into a sad cry, a few dozen beers would numb the fresh heartbreak to start off the year.

What was so damn great about space that was more attractive than you, anyway? Was there some three-titted space whore he’d latched on to?

I suppose I could go out there myself and try to find him…and to kill that three-breasted alien slut who kept him from coming back!

Then, you heard four words calling to you from the bottom of the hill. Four words in a deep, sexy voice. Four words that you’d been waiting three-hundred and sixty-five days to hear:

“Sorry I’m late, love.”

At last.

Your mind was racing, son your feet spoke up for the rest of your body, turning and practically throwing yourself down the hill into Loki's extended arms. The impact of you against his chest threw Loki over his heels and back into the snowdrift, where you pinned him down at the shoulders. Tasting his cool, delicious lips after an entire year suddenly felt like not a moment had passed at all.

Loki returned your passionate kiss by wrapping his arms around you and holding you fast to him. You were covered in his safety, his fulfilled promise, with a renewed sense of love that neither of you had felt in a long time, but that you could now share with one another for eternity.

You never felt more alive.

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28 and 16 w yuta!!! its such a sweet concept and by the way, i love the way you write everyone >.< 🤍

16: New Year's Kiss 28: First Kiss ___

yuuta had planned for weeks to kiss you at midnight on new year's eve. and the closer the day grew, the more antsy he'd begun to feel thinking about it. he'd had feelings for you for quite some time now, but hadn't quite figured out when the right time would be to confess.

it was safe to say they were eating him up inside. and the week leading up to new year's had been dreadful. whenever he was around you, his hands would shake, he'd find himself at a loss for words, and more often than normal he'd be rushing away from you with burning cheeks and butterflies in his stomach.

you'd been quite bewildered by this behavior. yuuta was a good friend, so to see him making more and more excuses to leave conversation with you was starting to hurt your feelings a little bit.

so by the time your little new year's party rolled around, you'd been distancing yourself from him, just a little bit. you very much still wanted to be around him- he was one of your closest friends and you couldn't deny there was always a flutter in your heart when he was around- but you just couldn't handle the awkward exits he was making.

you'd been a bit of a wallflower for most of the gathering. yuuji, toge, nobara, and panda were entertained by their beer pong competition, and you and maki were hiding out by the table of alcohol and snacks together.

"you could always just tell him how you feel, you know"

you look up at your friend, a little confused because you had been standing in silence for the last five minutes so this advice came out of nowhere, but you knew exactly what she was referring to.

maki grinned when your cheeks flooded with pink, and you ducked your head down to stare at the remnants of a vodka cran you'd slammed not ten minutes ago.

"i dunno" you sigh, and she shrugs back at you.

"you got a better new year's resolution?"

no, you think bitterly. this year, just like many years prior, you failed to come up with a resolution good enough to stick to. anything you'd come up with seemed lame, or too obvious. working on being a better person? you already strived to do that every day. go on a diet? in your line of work as a sorcerer healthy habits were already a must.

"you still got five minutes to come up with something better," maki says, pushing her hair behind her ear. it looked pretty when she left it down, you think. "never known you to lack courage"

"it's not that i don't have courage" you defend, but your voice is weak, and your hand grips your cup a little tighter. maki gives you a comforting smile before laying her hand on your arm.

"it's your choice," she reminds you, and you you give her a wobbly smile back. "but you should seriously reflect on what's stopping you"

you let out a sigh as you nod back at her. shortly after, she leaves your side to go watch the end of the beer pong tournament. you're a bit curious yourself- yuuji and toge were starting to get very rowdy, probably due to all the beer they'd consumed in the last twenty minutes alone- but the idea of hanging out in the noisy crowd makes you feel a little overwhelmed.

so instead you're wandering into the other room, out of sight, and just far enough that the chants and hollers are a bit muffled. enough so that you can start to clear your head.

reflect on what's holding you back, maki's words ring in your ears. yeah right, easier said than done. you knew exactly what was holding you back- your pride. if you confessed to yuuta and he didn't feel the same, you don't know what you'd do. he was a good friend, and even if he had pulled away from you a bit, you couldn't stand to not have him in your life.

plenty of people harbored crushes and never confessed, right?

you hit your head to the wall behind you as you huffed. as much as you wanted to bury these feelings deep, deep down, you weren't sure you could manage such a thing. you think they might swallow you whole.

"trying to come up with a resolution last minute?"

you startle at the voice, your eyes shooting open and your head swiveling in the direction of yuuta, who's smiling sheepishly as he apologizes for sneaking up on you.

"it's alright, i just didn't hear you," you laugh nervously, breathlessly. "and no, i don't think i'll have one this year. again"

yuuta walks further in the room, leaning his shoulder into the wall as he faces you. he's close- enough so you can smell his musky cologne and you almost take a step back.

but maki's voice is in your head now, and instead you mirror him.

"that's alright. new year's resolutions are overrated anyways, right?" he asks, and you give him a warm smile.

"my thoughts exactly, okkotsu," you say, raising your cup for him to tap his into. you take a small sip from your drink before tilting your head at him. "i take it you didn't come up with anything either, then?"

"oh," he smiles, and you can tell it's awkward and shy, and it has your eyes falling to his lips because it was so cute to catch him in a bashful state.

when you met, he used to be like this all the time. easy to fluster, easy to mess with. you used to love pushing his buttons until he was stammering and blushing. but over the last few years he'd gained a confidence that more often had you reduced to warm cheeks and nervous butterflies.

it was adorable nostalgic to see that familiar expression on him now.

"no, i- i have a resolution" he says, raising a hand to the back of his neck. the nervous habit makes you smile a little wider.

"yeah?" you ask. "whatcha got?"

he's opening his mouth to answer, but then he's shutting it again and averting his eyes, catching sight of his watch. two and a half minutes until midnight.

he didn't want to chicken out, he really, really didn't want to. but now that he's standing in front of you, and you look so pretty in your new year's outfit, with a glittery pink gloss on your lips and an even more glittery eyeshadow, he's starting to panic. he doesn't know if he has it in him to seal the deal- as yuuji had affectionately coined it- and he's worried that he's going to miss this perfect opportunity because he let his nerves get the best of him.

"wait wait, let me guess," you giggle when yuuta flusters too much to properly answer you. "you're gonna be better with using your words?"

he laughs, some of the tension in his chest easing at your friendly teasing, and it makes you laugh, too. until you're both standing there giggling, just the two of you, away from everyone else, away from the whole party.

"yeah, i guess something like that" he mumbles.

and he's rubbing the back of his neck again, because your eyes gleam as they look up into his, and the butterflies in his stomach are brutally unleashed.

the moment breaks as there's loud screams and woops from the next room over, and the both of you flinch just a little as you're brought back down to earth.

"sounds like there's a minute left," you hum as you hear your friends scrambling to find the remote to turn on the tv. you share a smile with yuuta. "should we go back in there for the countdown?"

as you lean off the wall, yuuta's eyes widen and anxiety bubbles up inside of him. he almost- almost agrees, because he's a bit of a people pleaser, and that nervous voice in the back of his head is telling him that this is an easy out, if he wants it.

but before you can move, he squashes that voice.

"actually," he speaks, his hand reaching out and touching your wrist gently, effectively halting you. "i... i was hoping we could stay here,"

you look up t him curiously, and he's not sure if you're happy about this idea, but you don't seem to reject it right away, either.

"for- for the countdown," he continues to babble out words when you don't immediately say anything to stop him. "like, just us, if you want. you- you can go, if you want, of course, to watch it with everyone-"

"no, i'll stay,"

your voice is soft as you finally relieve him of his nervous misery, and yuuta's shoulders relax with relief. you smile as you notice this, before turning your attention back up to his face.

"how much time is left?" you ask, eyes flickering to the watch on his wrist.

yuuta raises his arm quickly to read the time. his heart starts pounding so hard in his ears, all noise in the next room over is drowned out completely.

"thirty seconds" he breathes out.

your brows pinch together as you regard him with concern. you don't know what has him so anxious, but you hope that the excitement of the new year kicks for him soon.

"worried about the new year?" you ask softly.

"no- no, nothing like that," he laughs breathlessly, and he can see some of your worry melt away. "just...you know..."

he trails off, but you don't know, and he can see it on your face, you have no clue what he's talking about, what he's antsy about. it's almost cute, your obliviousness to what he considered to be obvious signs of getting you alone for the countdown to midnight.

"what?" you hum, raising a brow at him.

yuuta doesn't say anything, but he takes your cup out of your hand, placing both his and yours on a shelf a few feet away before coming back to you. you're looking at him curiously, but you're smiling with amusement, which helps his nervous.

"ten!"

your eyes light up with delight as your friends in the other room begin screeching through the countdown.

"nine!"

yuuta's palms are sweaty, and it's getting harder to hold eye contact with you.

"eight!"

you can't help but hear maki's advice ringing in your ears again as midnight draws nearer. a new year calls for new things, right?

"seven!"

"yuuta," you call his name softly.

"six!"

he hums back at you, and your face blossoms with a warm, noticeable blush as you ask.

"five!"

your eyes are round and your pupils are dilated as they stare into his. yuuta thinks he could get lost in them, and lost in time if your friends weren't so loudly counting the very seconds.

"four!"

"would you want to kiss me when it hits midnight?" your words are rushed, slurred as you hope to get them out before it's even a second too late.

"three!"

his lips split into a wide grin at your maybe perfect, maybe terrible timing. he doesn't need to give you audible confirmation, his smile is enough.

"two!"

yuuta's hands find purchase on your hips, standing closer to you, his face inches away from yours. your eyes flutter shut as you tilt your chin back, leaning your lips in closer to his.

"one!"

just as you reach your hands up to nervously rest them against his chest, he's filling the rest of the space between you and slotting his lips over yours.

the cheers and declarations of 'happy new year!' drown out and fade away along with the rest of the world around you. all you hear is your heartbeat drumming in your chest. all you taste is the sweet vanilla flavored liqueur on his lips. all you smell is that damn cologne. for the length of your kiss, all you know is yuuta.

and you could recklessly fall backwards into oblivion if he'd follow you, just to have your kiss last a little longer. ___

xoxo ~ jordie

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Whumptober 2023

Day 28: "Please don't make a promise you can't keep" [Reader x All Might (Toshinori Yagi)] {My Hero Academia}

Being late to everything was never fun, Toshinori knew that all too well. And yet, here he was rushing into a reservation nearly an hour late because of a villain attack that he'd tried to stop. The foolishly hopeful attempt was to finish everything off long before now and just barely be late by maybe five or six minutes.

But here he was showing up just as you were getting ready to leave.

As understanding as you were about Toshi being All Might, there had to be a line somewhere. Not only was it difficult on you to always be put to the side like this, but it was putting extra strain on him. Nothing about the situation seemed fair, but you didn't know what to do.

"[Name], sorry I'm late." He panted as he settled into the chair opposite you, "Work was a little-"

"Please don't Toshi." You were almost whispering, trying to keep the hurt feelings out of your voice, "I already know how busy you are. Maybe we should just call it a night?"

"I know it's rather late, but I just got here." He could tell what you were holding back, "Please, let me make this up to you?"

"Don't make a promise you can't keep." It came off much more bitter than you truly intended but... "Please, for all our sakes. I know you're always busy and maybe that's a good enough reason to be a little... distant. Cause we both know how much your career means to you."

"It doesn't mean nearly as much to me as you do though." He reached for your hand, "Surely you know that?"

"Unfortunately yes."

"Unfortunately?"

"I'm smart enough to know you mean everything you say," You looked up at his bright blue eyes, "But emotionally I can't say I know anything. And I know that's my problem to deal with but--"

"No, it's not just your problem to deal with sweetie." His hand tightened carefully around yours, "I just don't know how to make things better. Not unless you tell me."

You couldn't help but look away, down at the small candle in the middle of the table. Of course he would make every effort to be there, but he was also the number one hero in Japan. Anything you asked would feel like a selfish demand, regardless of what Toshi might say to the contrary.

"[Name], I'm well aware of how it must feel." He continued, "Trust me, I don't want to be late for everything like this either. I really want to do better, to find a better balance between work and you. Cause you're the love of my life. Something I never thought I'd ever be able to have."

There was a brief pause while the waiter took your orders, locking you into this date and conversation. Not that you minded, if you were really that upset, or even remotely unwilling to forgive Toshinori you'd have left before he had a chance to get this far in the first place. But there was still something bittersweet about what he was saying. As if he were trying to convince himself as much as he was trying to convince you.

"[Name], sweetheart, I want you in my life. I've honestly never felt this way about anyone before." He sighed, "I just want to be able to say I did my best, that it wasn't my job driving you away, but my own stupid choices. I know that technically means the same thing but... I can't help but feel like the nature of my job makes it more difficult for you to speak your mind. And I really don't want that to get in our ways."

"I... we'll see..." You murmured, "But maybe we should discuss this at home, where we don't have to dance around the subject. Or have some random person put their two cents in where it doesn't belong."

Toshinori nodded, wondering how he was going to fix this. After all, it wasn't like he could just solve this and move on with his day. This would undoubtedly take a lot of time to get just right.

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amournoir · 1 year

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𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 — 𝐧.𝐦

warning: these will be my personal thoughts, some are tame whereas others are sinful to say the least. read at your own peril.

1. the first time you and klaus meet would probably be at some sort of party, ball, gala, etc.

2. klaus is many things but shy sure as hell ain’t one of them, if he wants you, he’ll make it known.

3. but just between us girls, iykyk, you want him. i don’t blame you.

4. he’s a gentleman though, he’s no elijah, but close enough.

5. he’s always paying attention to everything you say and keeping a mental list of it all.

6. on random days you are greeted by new gifts whether it’s a holiday or not, he doesn’t care.

7. speaking of caring, you’re the only one he cares about but it can get a tad bit toxic. just a tad.

8. he’ll spare people, save your friends, do anything you ask simply because it comes from you.

9. you actually hate asking him for favors, you enjoy doing things by yourself which pisses him off because he wants to be of some use to you.

10. back to the gentleman thing— he’ll hold a door or two, open the car door, stand in front of you in the presence of enemies, pull the chair for you, etc.

11. he spoils you rotten. no really, the man will literally shower you in gifts regardless of whether you want him to or not.

12. he’s an old soul, don’t forget that although it can be easy to when he’s throwing childish tantrums.

13. he’ll ask your permission for things that pertain to you or are personal.

14. for example during your first kiss together, he kept looking into your eyes to make sure you wanted that.

15. he respects you so much. your opinion on anything and everything is held in high regard to him, even higher than elijah.

16. that drives you insane sometimes. you can never go a day without a text or phone call from him. if you don’t answer, his siblings will call you as well (he forces them).

17. he’s a huge teddy bear, or a cuddly puppy i should say. he’s got a soft spot only you are privy to.

18. believe it or not but he’s not a pda guy though he wouldn’t pass on an opportunity to mark his territory, you, in front of other guys & make a show of it.

19. possessive much? it’s ok, you secretly like it though. his jealousy turns you on.

20. cheek kisses, back of the hand kisses, temple kisses are more his thing as far as pda goes.

21. side note, are you a pet name type of person? no? oh well, you’ll just have to get used to his pet names for you: love, darling, sweetheart, princess, my queen, etc.

22. somewhere up there i mentioned gifts, one of them would be paintings of you. some of them are you doing mundane things like eating or even sleeping but you adore them!

23. this goes without saying but i’ll say it just in case. along with the gifts he gets you, your drawer/closet is filled with expensive clothing and accessories.

24. some of which he uses during your sexy time. he’s ripped and torn far too many lingeries but you don’t mind, he replaces them. 😏

25. now that i’ve slightly mentioned kinks, if you squint very hard you’ll see, let’s get down and dirty.

26. let’s start with his jealousy. he can easily tell when it turns you on, your heartbeat gives you away and this leads to rough sex or depending on whether you purposely made him jealous, he would punish you.

27. you are turned on by the simplest things when it comes to him. his smirk, his focused state when he’s painting, his tight black pants and skin tight shirt, his playfulness with his brothers, etc. all of this ends with sex because like i said, your heartbeat tells on you.

28. let’s mention his kinks that you’re aware of thus far.

29. he has a dominance kink (duh), breeding kink, boob/nipple kink, toy kink (on you), breath play, and bdsm.

30. now it’s your turn. your kinks include submission, praise, degradation, spanking, exhibitionism, edging, and role play.

31. this man enjoys seeing you in two positions: a) on the floor on your knees, hands back, mouth open and head tilted back and b) on your knees on the bed with your bare ass up in the air, hands on your back, legs slightly parted and a gag in your mouth.

32. you as the good girl you aim to be for him, happily oblige. sometimes. pfft, i didn’t say you were an angel.

33. i wanna go into slight detail about the toy kink. it drives him mad seeing you filled to the brim, one in your cunt and ass. sometimes he’ll shove himself with the toy too, especially if it’s a vibrating dildo. the last time he punished you, he made you wear a vibrating one in public for over an hour and you almost broke but the promise of being fucked when you got home made you hold it in (pun intended).

34. you were never really a role play type of girl but after modeling for one of his paintings nude, you were sold. that day you had sex in his art room, bodies slathered with paint in certain places. “paint me like one of your french girls” you had said after watching titanic the first time and he sure as hell did. he painted your spongy walls with his cum.

35. oh i almost forgot to mention the simple things he enjoys.

36. for example, he loves when you choke on his dick or when he eats you from behind until you collapse.

37. he likes blood play but he’s never forced it on you, it only happened twice. it’s not your thing but you let him indulge when he’s a very good boy.

38. on special occasions, he’s always welcomed by your naked body on the bed. legs spread open, hair down with a white bow, gag in hand, and your tits on display for him. he’s never ran or undressed so fast in his immortal life.

39. let’s remember that he’s an animal and he fucks you like one as well. you’ve been bent over your fair share of surfaces throughout the compound with the exception of his siblings’ rooms.

40. you’re always a drooling whimpering mess by the time he’s done with you and you beg for more still.

41. like that one time he fucked you silly, you actually collapsed and when you woke up like minutes later, you had this stupid grin on your face and said “round three?” he made sure you were okay then agreed but it turned to 4 rounds.

42. as a hybrid, his sex drive is always high but there are rare times where he doesn’t want to have sex so you just jack him off or suck him.

43. ironically those times are the ones that you are the most horny so he just fingers you or eats you out, depending on what you want. once, you took his hand and used his digits to finger yourself which was hot as hell. seeing you getting yourself off on his fingers was a sight to behold.

44. i said he likes boob play and he really does. when you’re cockwarming, a favorite pastime for you both, he’ll just suck on them. in the morning, he’ll pinch your nipples or tug on them to turn you on. at night, it’s how you end your sex time but it doesn’t really end because it just turns you on all over again.

45. waaaaay up there i said that he marks his territory when he’s jealous and this is true in sex too. he’ll leave bite marks on obvious places and smirks whenever someone asks you about it. the darker marks are between your thighs, your nipples, just above your clit, and your ass cheeks.

46. on more than one occasion you’ve had to find ways to get off when he isn’t there. when he caught you for the first time, he was upset but he was more turned on than anything. his good little girl had missed him so much, it slightly hurt him that you had to resort to other methods. so that night you were fucked to sleep. since then, you play with yourself while he watches on facetime and he praises you to get you off, he’d then return home and give you what you had been craving.

47. sharing is absolutely not caring when it’s about your body. he will not share you with anyone so he’d gladly play whichever role you want him to in order to satiate you.

48. he can be a sweetheart though, he’s able to be gentle with you. he always would be if you asked but your kinky self rarely does, you prefer his roughness and being thrown about like a rag doll.

49. just like he’s not a pda guy, he doesn’t brag about his sex life although he made no promises about teasing you in public. when you’re horny, he teases you. when you have a mark, he teases you. when he met your ex, he implied what a good girl you were for him.

50. he has sexually ruined you for any man and that’s fine by you because you’re cock drunk for him. you’re both freaks in the sheets but it’s all good, whatever makes you both happy.

a/n: only saw it fit to do Nik since i did Eli already, sorry it’s semi-short. may add more to this one day, who knows. anyways, hope you enjoyed!

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This Once | Arthur Morgan x m!reader

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↳ ❝ I saw that you were accepting requests, so I came to ask with the prompts 6 and 28, with Arthur Morgan and M reader ❞

: ̗̀➛ Arthur keeps a secret from you, and it's safe to say that you're not happy about it in the slightest.

: ̗̀➛ swearing, smoking, mentions of violence & injury, mentions of gun violence, alcohol consumption

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Sat in a small saloon on the outskirts of some random town, you and Arthur were hunched over, talking in low and quiet voices as the candlelight flickered and the patrons slowly filed out as the hours grew longer; between you, two empty pints of beer sat waiting to be refilled, but so engaged in conversation, neither of you had really noticed.

It was getting late, but neither of you were expected back at camp for another few days; you were sent hunting for big game, but a storm had recently rolled through, and with heavily flooding across the expansive prairie, it was unlikely that you would be able to get anything for at least a day or two.

At least the saloon owner was kind enough to let you both stay for free; an elderly man, he sported a thick black beard with tightly curled black hair and almond shaped eyes of a dark mahogany colour.

A thick accent from the Valleys of Cymru, he had explained that he never wanted to own a saloon - he wanted to stay in Cymru, amongst the rolling hills and deep mountains, but he went over to the US to be with his wife when she had moved to study wildlife.

He didn't hesitate to break up fights, though, even less hesitant to tell someone to get out if they overstepped. The type of man who did no harm but would never allow any disrespect.

You and Arthur were his preferred kind of trouble - kept to yourselves, spoke quietly, and didn't cause any unrest. Muttering to yourselves between cigarettes and pints.

But Arthur was keeping something from you, as he knew that you wouldn't react well if he was honest; shortly before the hunting trip, he had gone to see Mary.

He had told her not to write again unless it was an emergency, but when he had moved to turn and walk away, she had kissed him deeply, and he had to push himself away. It was a stupid mistake by all means, and he should not have let it happen, but he knew how you would feel if he told you.

Betrayed. Hurt.

Arthur couldn't help but to think that you would walk away, leaving him stranded in a world that, without you, turned icy and bleak. Leaving him without a home.

Arthur had been with you long enough to know you far too well; a gunslinger that Hosea had brought to camp, you were the best thing that ever happened to Arthur.

A sharp shooter, Arthur was never one to doubt your skills; you could have taken on the likes of Doc Holliday... and Arthur's money would have been on you.

People said that the pen was mightier than the sword, but Arthur was keenly aware of which you would choose, and for that, he would always be glad to be at your side.

You seemed to be immortal, unshakeable, unkillable. No matter the injury, no matter the situation, you would ignore your wounds and prevail every single time. At the edge of complete loss, you never showed any sadness.

Never able to be broken, you always came back for more. You had proven yourself to him plenty of times; under fire, you had shown yourself to be better than most, even when going over swamps and gatherings of basking alligators. No fear. No sadness.

Forged for the fight.

Arthur never felt any reason to be fearful or doubtful when you were by his side; the world would never see another gunslinger like you. Not even Doc Holliday's legacy loomed over you the way it did most sharp shooters.

Clearing his throat, Arthur gently took his hand in yours, unable to lie to you even though he was desperate to hide his secret and he didn't want you to leave him all alone.

"The other day," he started, "when you and Charles were off gettin' supplies, I got a letter... it was from Mary, and before y'call me a damn fool, I already know - but I went. I told her not to write again unless it was an emergency but..."

Your eyes went blank as you glared at him, lighting a cigarette. Completely stone faced. "But?"

"She kissed me when I was boutta leave," he admitted with a sigh. "I pushed her off, I never kissed her back."

You clenched your jaw tightly, nearly grinding your teeth. "Right."

Arthur knew you well enough to see you thinking, the cogs turning in your head as you stared blankly at him; he shook his head, clearing his throat as he shifted in his seat. "How can you be jealous right now? You got me all to your damn self."

"It's not that," you said quietly, shaking your head as you took a long drag from your cigarette. "You said I was the only man you loved like that... but you never trusted me enough to say you went to see her?"

"It's not that I didn't trust you," Arthur insisted qirj a shake of his head. "I know you better than myself. I knew you weren't gonna wanna hear it."

"Arthur," you scoffed. "I'm not being funny here, but I don't give a fuck if you go to see Mary, or that she gives you a goodbye kiss and you pushed her away. I trust you enough to know that you'd never be disloyal... but I can't fuckin' believe you wouldn't tell me."

"Now, just wait-" he was forced to get up, chasing after you as you left the table and headed upstairs to the rented room.

You didn't even look at him, taking off your boots and stripping yourself down to your union suit before getting into bed.

Arthur could tell you were royally fucking pissed, and he knew that you had every right to be, but when you pushed his hand away from your shoulder, he frowned. "'M sorry, alright? I should'a said something."

You scoffed, tugging the blanket up to your chin as you curled into it, rolling your eyes. "You fucked up, Morgan."

"That ain't fair," he murmured, shaking his head. "You're my home, no matter where we are. You know that."

"That doesn't mean you can't fuck up," you grumbled. "You made a right tit of yourself."

Arthur smiled a little, nudging you gently. "Would it help if I told ya I fell off my horse and slammed into a tree?"

He grinned when he heard you laugh softly. "A little, actually."

"I am sorry," he breathed out. "I didn't mean to upset you like that."

"I..." you sighed, turning over to look up at him. "I guess I can forgive you this once."

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ekingston · 3 months

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I was gonna be cheeky and ask for 10 and 19 again BUT I shall resist that urge… for now.

I will be sneaky (critical failure) and ask for three (I lied) 28. 30. And 37.

And what the hell, everyone should be proud of their work/s so a 33. (Feel free to pick a couple if this is just asking for a lot - I feel like it is 😅)

I feel like I’m order takeout or reading lotto number here

haha thank you! and the bonus number is…

Any writing advice that works for you and you feel like sharing?

today i’m reminding myself to practice mindfulness! and not in the sense of breathing exercises or lengthy meditation sessions (although I’m sure those have their benefits too) but by making myself be in the present, paying attention to all of my senses, and remembering that my characters would do the same. you’ll need that material to fill in the little details that draw the reader into your work, that tricky thing that makes them feel like they can’t just see it, but like they’re actually there. life is a sensual experience, and i think our stories should reflect that!

Describe a fic that almost happened, but then didn’t.

this got long, so…

i once scribbled down a dream i had that was a sort of trippy time travel/repeating day type of thing, where Lena was part of a small crew of criminals that used Lena’s tech to travel back in time to aid them with their heists. they would simply rewind time over and over, taking note of the details, learning every possible outcome, eliminating obstacles along the way, practicing the motions often enough to nail the final, perfect execution.

the first scene was a very bloody one, and i came in right in the middle of it, not understanding how Lena and her people could be so callous about the people laying bleeding and dying at their feet, especially because Kara was one of them. Lena’s crew just kept saying they’d ‘fix that next time’, like some sort of cryptic mantra.

in the dream Lena ended up looking for Kara in every run through, charming her in a thousand different ways, always the same, Kara falling for her every time. there were a few rewinds that took her back so far that Kara was still a child, immediately smitten but completely lost on earth, abandoned and alone, and Lena lobbied hard to make sure her crew fixed that, too, even when it meant Lena would never meet her again.

i saw Lena’s crew running down a dark alley over and over again, at least one of their crew dead or dying, at least one other gravely hurt. Kara turned out to be the reason their plan failed every single time. Lena ended up having to turn against her team to save her before they could eliminate her from their timeline completely.

in the end Lena lay dying in child-Kara’s arms, telling her ‘we’ll fix it next time.’ this was when she’d finally discovered Kara wasn’t human. the line i woke up with was Lena telling Kara to promise her, ‘if you figure it out someday—fly up’. the theory being, i think, that if Kara somehow were to fly high enough, fast enough, she’d achieve the same effect Lena did with her tech, and Kara could go back to save Lena instead.

my dreams get pretty elaborate, but they rarely come with as tidy of a plot as this one did, so i bet it already exists somewhere.

Do you research before writing or while you write? Is it fun or boring for you?

i don’t feel i write the kind of stuff that requires a lot of research and that’s probably a good thing! because i will go down absolutely every rabbit hole the internet has to offer when i do and zero writing will get done. my longform WIP TFOT has been brewing since—let me check—December 11, 2022 (thanks @mooosicaldreamz) and i’ve written less than 20k words, including my outline. instead i have spent my time working on it ‘studying’ veterinary medicine, learning about sustainable agriculture, planning trips to Wyoming and wondering alongside Paula Cole where all the cowboys have gone.

Give your writing a compliment.

i can’t tell you how happy it makes me when people tell me i managed to write something that made them laugh out loud. several times even! sometimes waking up their loved ones or startling strangers! i love that so much.

#these were excellent questions!#this got a little longer than i intended #(but what else is new)#more writing asks #ask me things!#kitch3nw3nch

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hurtmyfavsthanks · 7 months

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Whumptember day 28

“I never should have let it come this far” Failed hero | Hospital stay | Begging for help

Content warning: Some of Whumpee’s dialogue could sound like suicidal ideation. Self-harm in the form of overworking.

Whumpee couldn’t sleep. They rarely could, but it was especially bad when they were stuck in the hospital. They felt useless, desperate to claw their way from underneath the covers and get something done. More than that however, Whumpee was being kept awake by an overwhelming feeling of dread. Though they knew it was childish, they felt like a little kid waiting for a scolding.

They tried not to flinch when Caretaker walked in.

“Oh thank god–,” Caretaker rushed to their side, falling into the bedside chair and grabbing their hand. They were panting slightly, as if they’d run all the way to the hospital. “I came as soon as I could; I was so worried when they said you collapsed. What happened?!”

It was the question Whumpee had dreaded hearing. Not that it mattered, because Caretaker already knew the answer. As soon as their brain caught up, as soon as they noticed the bags under Whumpee’s eyes and the ink stains on their fingers, they’d realize. Whumpee averted their gaze.

Sure enough, Caretaker’s expression fell. “Whumpee–,”

“I know, alright? I overdid it. We don’t need to have this argument again,” Whumpee cut them off, pulling their arm away.

Caretaker didn’t look convinced. “We clearly do. You’re supposed to be in recovery Whumpee, not spending all day running yourself ragged. When was the last time you got a full night’s sleep? The last time you ate an actual meal?”

“I’m fine. I can do all that once this is over, and it won’t be until Whumper is caught.”

Caretaker sighed, some of the frustration in their expression fading. “We all want to see them caught, but we don’t know when that’s going to happen. You can’t put your recovery on hold for something that could take years.”

Whumpee squeezed their eyes shut, cursing themselves were the spike of terror that ran through them at the thought. Years. It could take years to find Whumper. What if Whumper found them first?

The beeping of Whumpee’s heart monitor sped up. Caretaker was kind enough not to mention it.

“You’re hurting yourself, and I can’t just watch you do it.” Caretaker’s voice wavered. “Do you know how scared I was when the hospital called me? Terrified. I thought,–I was so scared that something horrible had happened to you. You have to understand how much it hurts me to see you like this.”

Whumpee did understand, and they hated it. They hated making Caretaker worry, hated being the reason for their tears. It gnawed at Whumpee, making them feel guilt for something they had to do. They had to find Whumper.

Whumpee’s eyes stung, a shiver running down their spine. They bit their lip. “I should have never let it come this far. The reason I have to do this is because–,” because they’d been a coward. They’d been so terrified of Whumper, so terrified of everything, that they couldn’t bring themselves to leave the comfort of their bed. They’d wasted so much time. “--because I was being lazy. If I’d acted sooner, Whumper wouldn’t have had the chance to get so far. Now I have to catch up.”

“Lazy? Whumpee, you were recovering! You should still be recovering. You went through something horrible; nobody expects you to just be fine afterwards,” They could hear the tears in Caretaker’s voice. Caretaker grabbed their hand again, and this time Whumpee didn’t pull away. “Just–look at me.”

Whumpee did. Tears dripped down Caretaker’s face, their expression pleading. Whumpee could feel them shaking. “You’re killing yourself Whumpee, and I can’t watch it happen!” Caretaker shouted, choking back tears. “I can’t lose you again, not after everything that’s happened!”

Whumpee couldn’t stand to see them like this. “I’m right here, you’re not losing anything.

Caretaker shook their head. They held Whumpee tighter, as if terrified that they’d vanish right before them. “Please Whumpee, you have to stop this.”

But Whumpee knew they couldn’t stop. Not yet, maybe not ever.

At least if they were dead, Whumpee thought as Caretaker sobbed, they wouldn’t have to be so afraid of Whumper anymore.

#whumpee #caretaker #whump #stubborn whumpee #medical whump #tw: hospital #tw: suicidal idealation #whumptember #whumptember day 28 #whumptember 2023 #day 28: I should have never let it come this far/hospital stay #my stuff #whumpblr

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BITE BACK

(REPLACED AU)

Chapter 2

Part 1

Beep beep beeeeeeep.

"what could they possibly be doing with Solomon? Well it's none of my concern I should just put these in their room".

~In Mc's room~

"Alright, now it's time for me to go....hmm?What's this..?" Lucifer gently pulled the a lever on your room only to reveal a secret room filled with pictures of friends (by friends I meant like the side characters) without him.. For some reason unknown Lucifer felt.. Sad? For some of the pictures were taken in places you and the brothers had the most fun in. Staring at the pictures thinking about the memories he had with you, he felt a bitter-sweet sensatio-

"WAHHHHHH!! HOW CAN THIS HAPPEN?!"

Lucifer immediately left your room and rushed down the living room after hearing Belle's god awful scream.

"LUCIFER! LOOK AT THIS!" Belle pulled out her D.D.D and started shoving showing it to lucifer "LOOK! THERE'S RUMORS ABOUT ME HAVING S*X WITH LOWER LEVELED DEMONS!!" A bit taken back by Belle Lucifer started comforting her "It's alright Belle, calm down you annoying piece of shit. It's just a rumor, it's normal." as Belle sobs Asmo came in crying louder than Belle.

"LUUUCCIIIFFFEERRRRRR!!!" Asmo cried "What is wrong with you Asmo?" the now irritated Lucifer asked.

"m-*hick* my followers dropped by 200k in just 20 minutes! WHAAAA!!!" Asmo's followers dropped by 200k? Something is definitely going on. Lucifer thought.

"When did it suddenly dropped?" Lucifer asked. "20 minutes and 28 seconds after I posted a picture of Belle!" Asmo answered between sobs.

~Flashback with Mc~

"ugh the new student framed me I'm telling you guys! She's been like this after like 3 weeks of living with the brothers!" Mc complained. "Hmmm now that's definitely interesting. Ah! How about getting back at her by spreading a rumor?" Diavolo suggested. "I agree! There's no way we can just let that human go around hurting Mc without consequences!." Luke exclaimed.

"Hahaha, it's always fun watching Luke get all worked up. But I agree the things she's been doing is too far." Solomon says in agreement. "Then it's decided." Simeon looked at Barbatos. "Alright, I got it. I will be calling Mephisto right away." Barbatos announced.

-Fast forward with Mc-

Spreading rumors is fun but I wanna do more..... Hmmm.... AHA! I'll just give her a taste of her own medicine. Suddenly barging in during the student councils meeting, all drenched up with water and with bruises all over your body you cried "LORD DIAVOLO! PLEASE HELP ME!" you pleaded. "What's wrong Mc?!" As Diavolo went rushing to you. "Belle! She started hitting me out of nowhere and then pushed me in the fountain!" you yelled. "WHAT?!? THEY'RE LYING I NEVER DID THAT!" Belle tried to defend herself. "Dia you can see whether someone is lying right? Go on tell them! Am I lying? *wink*". Dia looked at you shocked but instantly regains he's composure. "Mc is telling the truth. Belle really did do all those things." "NO I DID NOT! DIA-" "Lord Diavolo" Barbatos corrected. "L-Lord Diavolo. I DIDN'T DO IT I REALLY DIDN'T!" Belle continued. "Oh? Are you suggesting my judgement is incorrect? Or are you perhaps saying that I am lying?" "n-no of course not Lord Diavolo". "Then I sentence you 3 months of house arrest for the crime of hurting an exchange student that is under my protection! Be grateful this is all I'm doing. For what you did could be counted as treason." you looked at Belle with the same smirk she showed you before. Oh Belle my dear this is just the beginning.

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Yippie I'm heading out for like idk how long idfk whay to do anyway more but ye have a nice day

#obey me replaced au #obey me

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smilesrobotlover · 6 months

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Whumptober day 30- bridal carry

You should read day 25 and day 28 to get a better understanding of what’s happening :>

Anyways, I don’t like this one, so just take it so I don’t have to look at it anymore. I hope you like it more than I do 👍

Uh, no warnings, this one is very chill, just mostly mentions of what happened in day 28 and day 25, also some mentions of racism.

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Time opened his eyes and squinted at the sun peeking through the trees. He groaned as he sat up and noticed the others were with him. Well… not everyone. Warriors, Sky, Spirit, Legend, Wild, Age, and Minish were missing from the group, but the rest were all huddled up near him, still unconscious. Time licked his chapped lips and noted the familiar sensation of feeling hot and dry. They must’ve been in a desert of some kind, and as Time observed his surroundings more, he noted that the desert was awfully familiar. He stood up, accidentally causing Windy’s head to slip off his legs. His head hit the sand and he woke up, rubbing his head.

“Sorry Windy,” Time mumbled, helping him stand up.

“Where are we?” He asked, looking around at the others who were beginning to stir.

“I have a feeling we’re in Gerudo desert. Be on guard.”

Windy looked at Hyrule in concern, who was still unconscious.

“How is he?” Time asked.

Windy shook him a little, but Hyrule remained still. “He’s not waking up. I’m worried about him.”

Time frowned at the unconscious boy. The scratch on his chest seemed to have healed up thanks to the red potion Windy gave him, but he wasn’t sure if the magic draining poison was still in his system. They needed help. He lifted him up gently into his arms and started walking further into the valley.

“We need help. Maybe the Gerudo are nearby.”

Time marched into the valley without waiting for the others to fully wake up. They followed him reluctantly, but soon they were all awake and close by his side, protecting him and Hyrule in his arms. He was cautious as he observed the valley, it looking more and more familiar as he trekked through it. Though he rarely returned to it after his adventure, he couldn’t help but feel like this was his Gerudo desert. But that couldn’t be it, there’s no way. As much as Time hoped it was the case, there was no way getting back home was that easy.

Was it?

Time heard rocks tumbling down a cliff side and he froze, looking around him. The others stopped as well and began to pull out their weapons, but Time’s warning gaze caused them to pause.

“Is anyone there?” Time called out, holding Hyrule tighter. “We need help. Our friend is hurt, he won’t wake up.”

It was silent, then a Gerudo with a bow aiming towards them stepped out from a cluster of rocks. The others pulled out their shields but Time gave them another warning look.

“You’ll need to find somewhere else to go, voe,” the Gerudo yelled out, stepping cautiously towards them. “We have something far too precious here for you to be welcome here. I am sorry.”

Twilight stepped out next to Time. “Please. He’s just a kid! We’ll be in and out of your hair as soon as he’s better!”

“No! That is my final answer! I’m sorry, but I cannot allow you to come into Gerudo valley at this time.”

Time clutched Hyrule tighter, desperation getting a hold of him. He went to open his mouth, but someone spoke before he did.

“Risa, that poor boy needs help,” a familiar voice said from the group of Gerudo. “We can let them in, it’s ok.”

Time gasped as a pregnant woman stepped out, with fiery red hair tied in a yellow bandana, sharp blue eyes that stared at him lovingly, and dimples on her cheeks that appeared when she smiled at him.

“Malon,” he said, almost shocked, and her beautiful laugh made his heart soar. He gave Hyrule to Twilight and ran to his wife, who was crying tears of joy.

“Oh Link!” She cried, wrapping him in a hug. Time didn’t say anything, he just buried his face in her hair. Goddesses he forgot how good she smelled. “I never thought I’d see you again.”

“I’ve been so worried about you,” Time muttered, hugging her as tightly as he could without hurting her.

“You are the baby’s father?” Risa asked, and the two moved away from each other.

“Risa, this is my husband, Link,” Malon said, wrapping her arm around his waist. Risa stared at Time for a moment, then nodded.

“I see. The missing husband has returned.” Risa glanced at the other heroes who looked confused. “Normally, voe wouldn’t be allowed in Gerudo desert, but this is an exception. As for the boys—“

“I can’t leave them alone,” Time said quickly, gesturing to Hyrule. “He needs help, please.”

Malon gave Risa a look and she groaned.

“Fine. But as soon as that voe feels better, they’ll need to leave, understand?”

Time looked at Malon, then at the other heroes. They gave him a nod, and he sighed.

“Alright.”

Risa nodded and walked away, leaving the others to follow her.

“Link,” Malon started, glancing at the other heroes behind them, “we have a lot we need to talk about.”

Time grinned and nodded. “We do.”

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“Your friend is completely drained of all his magic,” the Gerudo healer stated, observing the unconscious Hyrule. “We need to hope that he can wake up on his own, just so we can give him a magic potion.”

Green nodded silently, watching Hyrule’s pale face as all the rest of the heroes shifted in the cramped room. All except Time of course, who was with his wife.

“How long will it take for him to wake up?” Twilight asked, holding Hyrule’s limp hand. The healer only shrugged.

“Not sure, he seems to be dangerously low on magic, it could take days for him to wake up.”

Twilight frowned, and Windy ran his hand through his hair.

“That sucks,” The young sailor muttered, and Blue shrugged.

“That stupid puppet did a number on him.”

“Will he at least be alright?” Red asked, worry in his voice. The healer shrugged again.

“This level of magic loss is dangerous, if we’re unlucky, he may succumb to his exhaustion.”

The group made different sounds of worry and concern over their traveling friend, who remained unmoving.

“I know you voe are worried, but it’s rather crowded in here, I need space to work. I will do whatever I can for him, I promise,” the healer said firmly yet gently. Twilight nodded and stood up, gesturing for the others to follow him. Everyone reluctantly followed him, looking around at the desert where other Gerudo women watched them.

“Well, now what?” Windy asked. “Time is with his wife, Hyrule is dying, we can’t really do anything here since we’re always being watched… I don’t know what to do.”

Twilight titled his head. “Well, someone should keep an eye on Hyrule, just to make sure he’s ok.”

“But the healer lady told us to leave.”

“That’s because we were all in there. I’m sure with just one person she won’t have an issue with it.”

Windy pouted but gave a determined nod, and headed back to where Hyrule was. Vio stepped up to Green and Twilight.

“Do you think we’re in any danger? The puppeteer is the reason why we’re here. He could attack us any second.”

“Then it sounds like we need someone to keep an eye out,” Twilight said with a grin. Green gave him a nod.

“The four of us will keep an eye out for the puppeteer! We’ll get you if we notice anything.”

“Good. Get going you four.”

Green nodded at his brothers and he marched towards the borders of Gerudo, but he stopped. “What will you do, Twi?”

The rancher shrugged. “I guess I’ll keep an eye on things as well, the puppeteer could attack from both sides. Now git.”

Twilight waved him away and Green smiled slightly. He gestured for the other colors to follow him, and they all went their separate ways.

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“So… this puppeteer guy kidnapped you and a bunch of heroes for… what reason?”

Time shrugged as Malon stared at him concerned. “None of us really know, but he’s been hunting us down. “

Malon glared and rested her head against his shoulder, getting more and more upset.

“Why… if I ever see him I swear I’ll make him pay!” She shot back up, fury in her voice. “It’s not right to tear people from their homes! I’ve been so worried about you! If he ever hurt you I’ll… oh I’ll do unspeakable things!”

Time chuckled and brought her back down to his shoulder. “It’s ok, dear, we’re gonna find him and take care of him. Now relax, think about the baby.”

Malon huffed and rubbed her stomach, looking upset. “Link, you don’t understand, it was really hard for me without you. I—I thought you were in danger and I couldn’t do anything… I was just… so alone.”

Time gave her a comforting squeeze. “I’m sorry, Malon. I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you.”

“It’s not your fault. I just… it’s been hard.”

“I know, dear. I know.” Time buried her in a hug which she leaned into, clutching his shirt tightly. “At least you had Talon there.”

Malon stiffened and sat up. “N-no, I didn’t have dad.”

“What do you mean?”

“Dad he… he disappeared as well, and then Ingo took the ranch and kicked me out… that’s why I’m here, in Gerudo because I had nowhere else to go!”

Time sat up, staring at Malon in shock.

“Talon is missing?”

“Yes! He went missing and Ingo kept saying how he was gone and he took the ranch!”

Time blinked at her. “He… he actually did that? Without Ganondorf?”

“What?”

“Nothing.”

Malon looked down, playing with Time’s hair. “Do you think… Do you think the puppeteer guy stole dad?”

“I don’t know, I never saw Talon… goddesses, Malon I—“ Time pulled her into a hug that she leaned into, tears pouring out of her eyes. “I’m so sorry Malon.”

He held her as she cried silently, rubbing her back. “Why didn’t the Gerudo do something about Ingo?” He asked after a moment. “Surely stealing the ranch would’ve been bad enough for them to do something.”

Malon sniffed and rubbed her eyes. “No Link, think about it, if a bunch of Gerudo stole the ranch back from Ingo, who do you think the Hylian guard would side with?”

Time looked down sadly. It was a sad reality of things. Nobody trusted the Gerudo, they lumped them in with Ganondorf, assuming that they all shared his beliefs and ambitions. Being anywhere with Hylians was dangerous for them, leaving all of them to stay in the hot and dry desert. It wasn’t fair to them. He sighed again and rested his head against Malon’s.

“I promise, Malon, I’ll get Lon Lon back. Ingo won’t get away with this.”

Malon was silent for a moment as they held each other. “I missed you Link,” she whispered, and Time laid down with her still in his arms.

“I missed you too.”

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Leon looked around as the world around him got less green and more brown. The dry air and hot weather was an indication that they were getting closer to Gerudo desert, and he was getting uneasy. He wasn’t sure how the Gerudo were in Talon’s era. In his own era, they were trying to make up for what their leader did years ago, and though they were respectful to the Hylians, they didn’t trust them fully when they waltzed into their territory. With three Hylians walking into the desert, he didn’t know how these Gerudo would react.

“Uh, boys,” Talon started, wringing his hands, “just a fair warnin’, the Gerudo may not like our presence here…”

“What do you mean?” Rusl asked.

“Well, they’ve been wary about Hylians after Ganondorf got exposed for bein’ crazy. I just don’t wanna get arrested by them, is all.”

Rusl stopped walking and gave Talon a look. “Ok… ok… before we do possibly get arrested, are we sure that Malon is here?”

“I don’t know where else she would be! We’ve looked everywhere in Kakariko and castle town. I doubt she’d be able to get to Zora’s domain, and Kokiri forest ain’t a place for Hylians.” Talon sighed. “She has to be here.”

Rusl hummed and continued walking. “I get that she’s part Gerudo, but would they still mistaken her for a Hylian?”

“Probably, but I’m hoping that her being pregnant will help her case. Motherhood is sacred to the Gerudo people, they would never leave a pregnant woman to fend for herself, Gerudo or not.”

Rusl still looked uneasy, but he didn’t say anything further. It was silent as they walked, but Leon heard a noise and he stopped, looking behind him as he got the feeling that they weren’t alone.

“Hey,” he started, going to stop his friends, “wait I think we’re—“

“Hold it right there!”

Leon flinched as several Gerudo surrounded the men, pointing their spears at them. Rusl and Talon took a step back, raising their hands defensively.

“Wait, I just need to see if my daughter is here!” Talon called out.

One of the Gerudo stepped up, keeping her spear pointed at the men. “Voe are not allowed in Gerudo. Normally we’d throw you all in the dungeon, but today is an exception, you should consider yourselves lucky. Now leave.”

“P-please, I just need to know if my daughter Malon is here,” Talon begged, “she’s pregnant and I don’t know where she is.”

The Gerudo stayed still for a moment, glaring at the farmer, but she eased up. “You’re the missing father?”

“I—yes—yes I am!”

The Gerudo looked at Leon and Rusl and frowned. “Who are these two?”

“They’re my friends.”

The Gerudo frowned again, studying the two, her yellow eyes piercing into the men.

“Wait a second!” A smaller voice called out, and Leon gasped when a small boy with long blonde hair popped out.

“Link!” His voice cracked as he said it, relief and disbelief overwhelming him as he saw his son, the boy he’s been searching for relentlessly for weeks. Link’s eyes began to tear up when he saw Leon, but before he ran to him, three more Links came out, watching him cautiously. Leon was taken aback, but he quickly got over it. The four sword disappeared with Link, it made sense that he was split now. The first one he saw was Red, and Green looked relieved as well, but Vio and Blue looked to be distrusting towards him.

“Oh… father!” Red cried, running to Leon, ignoring Blue calling out his name. Leon couldn’t hold back the laugh as he was hugged by Red. Green and Vio walked over, and soon the first knight was bombarded with hugs. The only one who didn’t move was Blue, who was glaring at them.

“Guys! How do we know this is our father! It could be the puppeteer playing tricks on us!” He shouted, pulling out his sword. Leon looked at Blue in surprise, but remembered that everyone was brought here thanks to the puppeteer. It was no wonder why he was hesitant.

“Link—I mean— Blue, I’m not a puppet,” Leon said gently, but firmly.

“That’s something a puppet would say!”

“Well what would a non-puppet say?”

Blue paused for a second, watching him with his icy blue eyes. He huffed.

“What’s something only Father would know?”

Leon stared at him, then stared at the others. He took in a shaky breath and let it out.

“When Vaati put me in that trance, you boys wanted to blast your force at me. But no one was brave enough to do it, they didn’t want to hurt me. All except you, Blue. You blasted all your force at me, and it hurt, but it woke me up. I was able to keep myself from hurting you boys because of the pain, and I’m so grateful for your bravery to do that.” Leon stared at him firmly, then smiled warmly. “I know it’s you asking me if I was upset about you doing that to me. But I just want you to know that I never was, and I never will be. I look at that scar with pride, for you, for all of you. I love you, Blue.”

Blue’s glare softened and he put his sword down. He slowly walked over to Leon and leaned his head against his stomach. Leon let out a laugh and gathered all four boys into his arms, giving them all a squeeze. The boys all started crying as they hugged him, and Leon nearly choked up as well.

“Goddesses, I’m so glad you’re all alright,” he mumbled into Blue’s hair, and Red gave out a sob.

“We’ve missed you father,” he cried, his bottom lip trembling. Leon smiled and ran his hand through his hair.

“I’ve missed you too. I’ve been looking everywhere for you boys, I’m so glad that I finally found you.”

Vio pulled away, giving Leon a look. “How are you here, Father? Was it the puppeteer?”

Leon sighed and gave a nod. “He’s been nothing but a nuisance to us all.”

Vio made a face and went back to hugging him, resulting in a chuckle from Leon. He looked up and found Rusl and Talon smiling at him, and he cleared his throat, standing up where his sons were in front of him.

“Rusl, Talon, these are my boys.”

“I thought you only had one son?” Talon tilted his head in confusion. Green stepped up and showed off his four sword.

“This is the four sword, it helped Link split into four people. I’m Green, obviously,” he gestured to his green tunic, “That is Blue, Vio, and Red. It’s really easy to remember our names.”

Rusl laughed. “Well, hopefully none of us are color blind!”

Green smiled and Leon wrapped his arms around his sons. “Boys, this is Rusl and Talon. They’re my…. They’re my friends.”

Rusl smiled gently at Leon, and the first knight looked away as his face grew hot.

“I didn’t know you could make friends, father,” Blue said softly.

“Blue!”

Everyone started laughing as Leon grumbled, causing Blue to give small apologies to him. Rusl gave a few chuckles before turning to the Gerudo.

“Does that mean,” he started out softly, “that my boy is here too?”

One of the Gerudo stepped up. “I’m not sure, but you can’t come in, I’m sorry. Only the father may enter since his daughter is here, but that is it.”

Rusl frowned and took a step back. Talon rested his hand on his shoulder.

“It’s alright, Rusl. I’ll get all the Links that are here back to you,” he assured, and Rusl silently nodded. Talon smiled and was escorted further into the desert, leaving Leon, his sons, and Rusl alone. He glanced over at Rusl who looked upset and he couldn’t he’ll but feel sorry for him.

“Rusl,” he started, and the swordsman looked over at him, “it’ll be alright.”

He gave a small smile and sat on a rock, continuing to watch inside the valley silently. Leon’s boys all huddled around him, curiosity on their faces.

“Father, I am very curious about how exactly you got here, and what you have been doing,” Vio muttered, sitting down on the ground.

“I am too!” Red plopped down as well. “Did you really meet the puppeteer?”

“I hope you punched him in the face,” Blue joined his brothers, punching his palm with his own fist.

Green smiled and looked up at his father. “I guess we wanna know everything.”

Leon chuckled and kneeled down. “I’ll tell you everything that happened to me, but I wanna know everything that happened to you.”

His sons all nodded enthusiastically, and they began to share their tales of adventuring with the other heroes.

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Time woke up to the sound of shouting. He rubbed his eye and looked down at Malon, who was snuggled up against his side. He didn’t remember ever falling asleep, but his relief to finally be with his wife must’ve taken over. He always felt at peace around her. He sat up gently, trying not to wake Malon up, and he looked around. The shouting came from the Gerudo, probably giving orders to the others. He let out a sigh and rested his head again, but someone came into the room they were in.

“Excuse me, Link was it?” The Gerudo healer asked softly, “I have some news about your son.”

Time frowned. “My son?”

“The one with the magic drained out of him?”

Time shot up, waking up Malon. “Oh! Yes, he’s not my son but is he alright?”

“Yes, the red potion you gave him saved his life. It was able to stop the poison from draining his life. I’m assuming he’ll wake up today or tomorrow, when he does, give him a magic potion,” she handed him a green potion in a bottle, and Time observed it. “Now, come outside, someone is here to see Malon.”

Malon rubbed her eyes and looked at the healer confused. “Who?”

“Your father has arrived.”

Malon blinked at her, then gasped when she registered what the healer had said. She shot up, with Time quickly following her.

“My father is here? Are you sure?” She said breathlessly.

“Your father is a shorter man with a big nose, yes? He said that he was looking for you.”

Malon covered her mouth in excitement, and she almost ran out of the door, but Time stopped her.

“Link? What is it?”

Time frowned, looking at the ground. This all seemed too good to be true, and terribly convenient.

“Let me see him first, Malon,” he said quietly.

“What? Why? He’s my father, Link! I thought that something happened to him!”

Time rested his hands on her shoulders. “The puppeteer can make illusions to trick people, let me make sure that it’s not him, alright? I would never forgive myself if he got to you too.”

Malon glared at him, but she didn’t fight back. Time went outside and grabbed his Biggoron sword, looking around cautiously. He spotted Talon who had different guards surrounding him, and his eyes lit up when he saw Time.

“Link! Is that really you?” He exclaimed, running up to Time. Time didn’t move, and he clutched his sword a little tighter. “I can't believe you’re here! I finally found you! I’m glad to see you’re doin’ alright!” When he got closer, Time took a step back, and Talon stopped, giving him a weird look. “What’s wrong? Do you—“ Talon’s eyes widened. “Oh no! You think I’m a puppet don’t ya?”

Time raised an eyebrow. “You know the puppeteer?”

“Unfortunately yes, he’s been a real pain. But I’m not a puppet! It’s really me!” Talon rubbed his chin and looked down, thinking. “I gotta think about something that only I would know….”

Time squinted his eyes. If this was a puppet, he was doing a good job.

“Oh! Well… I guess I should apologize to you Link,” Talon started, “I’m… sorry I never believed you about Ingo. I dunno if you know this but he took the ranch, locked me in the basement when I got there and drugged my friends, kicked Malon out leaving her alone for weeks, and just made a mess of things! None of that would’ve happened if I actually listened to you, and I’m sorry.”

“You know about Ingo?”

“Yeah, I do now. But don’t worry about the ranch! I got it back! The Hylian guard took him away, so we can head back home!” Talon smiled, but when Time didn’t move, he sighed. “Um, I think I believe your stories now, Link. Especially the time travel ones. I’m still confused about the moon fallin’ and demons, but after the stuff I’ve seen, I think I believe it a little more.”

A smile tugged at Time’s lips, and he put his Biggoron sword down. Talon grinned and the two hugged each other.

“I'm so glad you’re alright, Link. Is Malon doing ok?”

Time smiled and patted his back. “Why don’t ya see for yourself? She’s in there,” Time gestured to where he and Malon were, and Talon excitedly shuffled over, barging into the room. Time heard excited cheers, but he didn’t join them. Knowing Malon, she’d want to go back to the ranch, and he was going to get the others ready so they could leave as soon as possible. He just hoped that Hyrule was awake now, or at least beginning to wake up.

Windy was confused when Time told him the plan, but he was given the magic potion and he started getting everything together, Hyrule was still unconscious, but he looked more alive, which was good. Twilight was watching the back area of Gerudo, and though he was hesitant to leave, Time’s glare kept him from arguing about it. Time didn’t know where Four was, and as he was looking for him, he saw his wife and father-in-law talking with two Gerudo. Malon’s face lit up when she saw her husband and she wandered over to him.

“Link! There you are! I was just talking to Risa here and uh… I want to head back to Lon Lon ranch.”

“I know, I already have the boys getting ready right now.”

Malon giggled and gave him a peck on the lips. “You know me too well.”

Time smiled at the kiss. “Yeah, I’m just trying to find Four, dunno where he is.”

“Which one was Four?”

“Well, he’s split right now but he’s the one with the distinct colors.”

Talon stepped up, gesturing to the Gerudo entrance. “I know where that kiddo is! They’re all with my friends who are waiting for us! I did say that I would bring their Links back to them.”

Time gave a nod and looked over at Twilight, who was helping Windy with a still unconscious Hyrule.

“Oh my,” Talon murmured, “what happened there?”

“The puppeteer poisoned him and drained all his magic. The healer said he should be fine.”

“Oh well, that’s good. That darn puppeteer. I swear if I ever see him I’ll shove my pitchfork up his—“ he stopped himself and looked at Windy who was getting closer, “uh, you know what I’m sayin’.”

Time snorted and gave him a pat on the shoulder. “I know exactly what you’re saying.” He gestured his head towards the entrance of Gerudo when Twi and Windy arrived. “Let’s go. We’re heading to my home.”

“Is this all’ya?” Talon asked, staring at the Links. Time shrugged.

“No, we were the only ones teleported here. There are more, but I pray that they are safe.”

Talon frowned. “Well, we should go then, I have a friend who is very excited to see his son.” His eyes lingered on Twilight for a moment and he squinted, but turned around with his arm wrapped around Malon.

“Excuse me,” Risa spoke up, stopping the group from continuing. “Please allow us to accompany you, that way we can help when the baby is born.”

“Oh! I’d love that very much!” Malon exclaimed. “Y’all have been so helpful to me, we really owe you a lot.”

Risa smiled and she and one other Gerudo joined them as they walked towards the entrance. Time looked at Windy who was still carrying Hyrule in his arms, all the shuffling would have woken him up, and he couldn’t help but be impatient. But he knew that the healer was right about him, and he knew that if he were to wake up soon, that Windy would take good care of him. For now, everything seemed alright for Time.

#IM SO SORRY RUSL AND TWI DIDNT REUNITE I COJLDNT FIT IT IN HERE #I was losing my mind finishing this so use your imagination #anyways. idk how I feel about this one #I don’t like it #but I hope it’s enjoyable to read regardless #smiles writes #strangers across eras #link between links #I’m not tagging everyone #maybe #whumptober #whumptober 2023 #whumptober day 30 #geez I was kinda sad that whumptober was ending but I’m kinda glad that it is #now I can focus on commissions and comics!#and also my other fics #but we still got tomorrow!#hopefully it’s better than this one

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Millie Bright x Reader

Part Two: Triggered

Posted 28/05/23, Edited 27/06/23

Millie held your hand between hers throughout the entirety of the game, only breaking apart when England scored or to top up your tea. The game ended with a win and despite the beginning of the day, you had had a good night. Standing up and unzipping the coat to return it to her she abruptly stopped you. “It’s okay wear it home, it’s gotten cold now” her voice a lot softer than a few hours ago and certainly more bubbly than earlier in the evening. “I can’t do that this is part of your kit” still trying to take it off. “Well I can’t let you walk home cold can I” she shrugged jokingly like her hands were tied. “Well you could, I’m the one who was silly enough not to bring a coat” you assured her. “I’m used to it though, I’m a hot bod” you smirked at her, she was right in more ways than one. “I guess, you are always in short sleeves when you play” you sighed, finally accepting the gesture and zipping the coat back up. “You notice that?” she quizzed you, “it’s not hard to tell who has long sleeves on and you never do” you laughed at the obvious as she asked if she could walk you out. You said you don’t need babysitting and suggested she go and see her team. “I wasn’t implying that you need babysitting, I just wanted to make sure you’d get home okay” trying to justify her intentions. “Well I won’t be home for at least another two hours yet so you’d be waiting a long time” you laughed. “Two hours?! I assumed you lived near Mack” her face shocked that you have to travel so far. You asked how she knows your friends and questioned why he has never mentioned her to you before. Turns out her mum knows his mum from grass roots and she very rarely pops by, the game just happened to have been played near their house and Mack hadn’t seen her since he was a child. “I’m sorry I made tonight tough for you”she said resting her hand on your shoulder. “It’s okay, nothing a tea can’t fix” you’d had a good night and knew why you were triggered and was able to get over it quickly with help from the blonde. “No it’s not okay, I should be more aware of how my words and actions affect people” looking down at the ground embarrassed. “It’s not your job to accommodate me” you said bluntly still feeling like she’s babying you. “We’re heading out, are you coming?” Mack called over interrupting your conversation. “Yeah I’m coming!” you shouted back to him. You thanked her again for the coat and insisted you wouldn’t need it as you’ll be sat on a train, trying one last time to return the offering but once again she stopped you. “Can I drive you home?” This girl just doesn’t give up! You had to put your foot down and raised your eyebrow in a disappointed fashion “okay! You don’t need babysitting, I get it! Keep the coat though please” she smiled sweetly. You rolled your eyes and reluctantly agreed to keep her from continuing to fuss. Holding her arms out to initiate a hug, you hesitated but hugged goodbye quickly when she called you out for leaving her hanging then made your way to the station.

On your second train of the night you were now half way home with an hour to go when your phone pinged.

“Did you get home safe?”

“It’s Millie by the way”

“I asked Mack’s mum to send me your number 🙊”

3 messages came through immediately one after the other.

“Good job you’re a footballer cause you can’t count!” you replied sarcastically “two hour journey I said, not one!” Sending a selfie of yourself, hood up earphones in and very obviously still on a train.

M - “Wish you had just let me take you home, you’d have been in bed by now”

Y - “Still babysitting are we?”

M - “No just checking this cute girl I met tonight is safe, that’s all 🙂”

You struggled not to spit out your drink as you read the last one then stumbled over how to reply. Was she seriously flirting with you right now? You settled for a funny ugly faced selfie with “cute you say? 😂” to gauge if she really was flirting or just being kind.

M - “Don’t ruin your pretty lil face please”

M - “Although if any creep comes and sits near you that face will make them run a mile 🤣”

Y - “Didn’t work on you though did it 😉”

M - “Cheeky! 😳”

M - “Sorry again about tonight”

Y - “You’re gonna have something to actually be sorry about soon if you don’t stop!”

Y - “Honestly it’s okay, your actions after I told you speak louder than your ones before”

M - “That’s a nice thing to say”

Y - “Yeah you’re not used to that are you!”

M - “Shut ittt! What ya listening to?”

Y - “Nothing, I just put them in so no one talks to me, I need to hear the station announcements otherwise I get distracted and miss my stop 🙃”

With that she tried to FaceTime you but assuming it was a mistake you didn’t answer.

M - “You ignoring me now?”

Y - “Assumed it was a butt dial 🤷🏻‍♀️”

M - “No I wanna see your face”

Y - “I’ve already sent you a photo!”

Your message had barely been delivered when she called you again, staring at your phone for a while before reluctantly answering. You wanted to be left alone to process the day and unwind from the overstimulation you had endured for hours but here you were FaceTiming with Millie Bright. What a mad day! “You don’t give up easily do you?“ was your opening line, “not when I want something, no” she smiled from the other side of the phone. Giving her a stern look with a raised brow you really didn’t know how to take her. What you did know is that her cheeky smile made you feel warm inside. It was either that or her massive coat still wrapped around you. She asked how long until your station and set a timer so you didn’t miss it which you secretly thought was adorable. “For someone who didn’t want my coat, you’re still wearing it” she teased, rolling your eyes as you leant your head on the window. She asked you where home was and said again that she would have driven you as she lives near by, you replied cheekily that your mum told you not to get into a car with a stranger. “Strangers are we?” her voice turned high pitch and excitable, “we’re hardly anything other!” you hit back. Millie wanted to change that and asked you to tell her about yourself, explaining that you’re exhausted you suggested she go first as your blinking slowed, you barely had the energy to stay awake let alone make small talk.

“Okayyy... I’m Millie, 29 years old” you were surprised at her age as she seemed a lot older which she jokingly took offence to. You exchanged birthdays, star signs and talked about family - something that means a lot to the both of you. “I’m a footballer, as you know” pulling a 💁🏼‍♀️ face, “oh are you? I didn’t know that! I did wonder how you got this coat” you said popping the hood sarcastically. “Can certainly tell you live up to your star sign, your sarc is off the charts!” seemingly impressed that someone can keep up with her banter. “Your simp is off the charts!” you snapped back quickly. “Shit, is it that obvious?” her eyes widened in shock as you nodded in a ‘well duh’ sort of way. “So you’ve known I’ve had the hots for you all this time and you’ve just been knocking me back?” she asked as she laid down on her bed holding the phone above her head looking sleepy and adorable. Telling her you couldn’t let her have it easy, plus you didn’t know if she was flirting or just being friendly because she fucked up earlier, Millie assured you she wouldn’t do that but you reminded her that you didn’t know her and it pays to be cautious. “You were a right bellend and then went all soft” you said kicking your feet up on the chair in front of you, “I was just having a bad day” she muttered glancing away from the camera, “wanna talk about it?” you asked. She spoke about her day at Chelsea, they sent her away as she’s still not fit to play, she can’t talk about her injury as it’s in her contract not to, she wanted to be playing with the girls and is sad she’s missing out on the last England camp before the World Cup. Camp is her fave place to be and was extra sad because she’s missing out on seeing her best friend.

The alarm went off on Millie’s phone so you knew the next stop was yours, you thanked her for keeping you company but she wouldn’t let you say goodbye until you were safe in your car. Nobody had cared this much about your safety before accept your mum but you were still skeptical whether it was because she felt guilty for nearly causing you a meltdown earlier.

“Are you home?” pinged up on your phone as you pulled up on your driveway. You couldn’t help the corners of your mouth turn up as you saw her name flash but decided to keep her waiting while you made your way inside your home, turning on the lights and pulling on your bed clothes before falling into bed. Sending her a photo of your bedroom TV showing Friends and telling her to let you know an address to send her coat back to.

M - “The coat was a reason to see you again”

Y - “Oh and there was me thinking you were doing it out of the kindness of your own heart”

Your phone vibrated next to you as she tried to FaceTime you again, this girl does not quit! “Are you single?” she immediately opened up with as you answered and plotted to play with her a little. “Who’s asking?” you said teasingly, “me, obviously!” she giggled. “Oh no sorry, I’m taken” you paused before laughing. “Yes I’m single, haven’t found someone who can handle all this yet. I’m not into girls tho soz” struggling to keep a straight face with the lie you told. “I don’t believe that, I’m not the only one who’s been flirting all night!” her voice once again high pitched as she sat up in bed appearing more alert with the conversation. “How dare you insinuate such a thing!” you said dramatically, teasing the blonde defender. You chatted for a little while before your eyes couldn’t stay open much longer and you started to drift off. Millie watched you drop to sleep before hanging up, for some reason she wanted you and she wasn’t gonna stop until she got you.

Part Three

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