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wonijinjin · 8 months

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warm covers, sick cuddles

synopsis: you managed to get sick in the summer, what would be better than your dear boyfriend comforting you?

word count: 0.7k | genre: fluff, hurt/comfort, established relationship | pairing: wonwoo x gn! reader | warnings: mentions of symptoms of a common cold, wonwoo calls reader ‘sweetheart’

it was early in the morning when wonwoo woke up in your shared bed, the rain from a few hours ago still present on the sidewalks and trees. after sitting up he checked the time on his phone - 6:34 AM - then projected his attention in the direction of the other side of the bed; towards your sleeping form. the crisp morning evident on your skin in the form of goosebumps alarmed him to pull the blanket further above your body, as it had slipped away during the night. he was getting ready to leave the bed to make a surprise breakfast for you, but not without kissing your forehead. his lips touched your skin, and he halted his movements, furrowing his brows. your skin was too warm despite the chilly morning. he brushed away the hair which stuck to your face during your slumber, then placed his hand on your forehead properly, to his dismay sensing the same warmth he hoped was a fluke of his imagination.

when you awoke the sun was already up and shining, the emptiness of the bed next to you making wonwoo’s absence settle into your sleepy brain. you felt shivers run up your spine despite being under multiple layers of covers. just when you thought of getting up a tall figure appeared in the doorway. it was wonwoo, in his hands a fuzzy blanket; the one you bought together and loved the most, holding so many memories of cuddling while watching a movie, or draping it over each other when you waited patiently late into the night to welcome the other home, falling asleep on the couch in the process.

”good morning baby” you said, noticing how your voice sounded hoarse and strained. he left you without an answer, instead walking up to the bed and spreading the fuzzy material on the already existing layers of covers, crouching beside your tired form. “how do you feel sweetheart? you were cold weren’t you?” he asked in a gentle tone.

“how did you know?” you whispered, surprised.

“oh sweetie” he placed the back of his palm on your burning skin again “you are still quite warm, i think you are coming down with something, perhaps a flu. you were shivering when i checked on you, but i thought it was because of how early it was. guess it wasn’t the case judging by your voice and fever.” he stroked your hair gently, the way your face relaxed not going unnoticed by him.

“i don’t feel well wonwoo.” you said with a frown on your face. his eyes softened; he hated seeing you be so unwell. “my poor, sweet sweet baby.” he pouted, worry and care written all over his features. “i will bring you some medicine to help okay?”

“i should’ve expected it, i mean my immune system is not really resistant to the amount of ice cream i eat nowadays.” you joked, the pain in your throat getting stronger.

“i already set up some tea, it is still boiling hot, but when it cools down a bit i will bring it to you. what would you like for breakfast? i didn’t know if you would be up for it, but i made scrambled eggs and toast. i can make something different if that is what you would like.” he smiled, kissing your hairline. you grinned at this; he was so considerate, always taking such good care of you. “it sounds good, thank you.” it could’ve been anything he made for you, you still would’ve said yes. “then just wait here sweetheart, i will bring it to you with the medicine in a moment.” he was getting ready to leave when you grabbed him by the hand. “please, can you stay with me in bed for a bit before that? it can wait.” he kissed your hand and got under the covers, opening his arms, motioning for you to get closer. you landed in his arms, getting sleepier already, the sickness wearing your body out after being awake for such short amount of time. it didn’t take 5 minutes and you were already asleep, being protected by him and the blankets. he looked at your face, kissing your warm cheek, smiling to himself.

“i guess breakfast will be for lunch then.”

#seventeen imagines #seventeen scenarios #sick!reader #sickfic #seventeen fluff #svt imagines #sick #wonijinjin #wonwoo #jeon wonwoo #wonwoo x reader #comfort

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violetrainbow412-blog · 9 months

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Devil's night [S. R.]

Spencer Reid x fem!reader

word count: 4k

summary: Spencer is excited about his Halloween plans and you join him.

Directly based on episode 6x06, because I felt so bad about how the team behaves with Spencer that I needed to do something

“I see someone’s feeling spooky today,” Morgan smiled, looking you up and down.

You were wearing a cardigan knitted with various prints related to the time of year; pumpkins, ghosts, black cats, and candy corn, over a bright purple skirt and tall boots. Normally you would dress more formally due to the implied dress code the FBI operated under, but it was the weekend and Halloween was around the corner, so you could skip a suit day to wear one of those many scary-related items you had. After all, Halloween was your favorite holiday of the year. It was fun for everyone when you were a child, but as you grew up, your love for said celebration became a little weirder for others, so when you became an adult, you didn't think anyone shared such excitement about the date. Well, that is until you met Spencer Reid.

“It became a little more commercialized in the 1950s with trick-or-treating, and today it rivals only Christmas in terms of popularity” you heard him say, as he walked in with an already quite annoyed Emily Prentiss.

You knew that sometimes Spencer talked too much, but you hated that the rest of your coworkers got upset like that when he was talking about something that he was passionate about. Now the subject was, clearly, the next date.

"All I asked was what he was doing this weekend" she complained to Rossi. Spencer ignored her and continued with his cathedra as he settled into the empty space next to you.

“I'm toying with the notion of either going to the Edgar Allan Poe Shadow Puppet theater or the re-enactment of the XIX century Phantasmagoria,” he said and your heart did a little skip. You and Reid had argued on a few occasions, outside of work, about Poe’s works and although you didn't know what the second thing he had mentioned was, it sounded very interesting.

“What is a Phantasmagoria?” you asked nicely and when your partner noticed your presence he smiled widely, as if he was just noticing you in the room. The others all pouted in anticipation of the explanation to come and you hoped Spencer hadn't noticed.

“Phantasmagorias are these amazing pre-cinema projected ghost shows invented in France, where the showman attempted to spook the audience using science magic” he explained to you, while he took a seat and waved his hands from side to side. You were completely unaware of the term so you slightly parted your lips in astonishment.

"Sounds interesting"

"I have an extra ticket, do you want to come with me?" he asked you, almost immediately, with the biggest smile of all. Honestly, the invitation took you by surprise, especially who was asking, and Spencer seemed to see it on your face. “I mean, if you don't have plans this weekend. You can say no if you want."

“I'd really love to,” you exclaimed, so he wouldn't get the wrong idea, and watched his eyes sparkle with joy as he nodded.

The others wanted to make fun of it a bit, but Garcia didn't give them time to when she handed you the case files. When Hotch told you that you were going to fly to Detroit, your partner complained loudly and his gaze inevitably went to you, since you were supposed to have made plans together literally three minutes ago, but knowing that the unsub only attacked during these three days of the year. You had no choice but to accept your fate. You have never gone from feeling completely happy to being so disappointed in such a short time.

"I guess you better forget what I just told you," Reid sighed, as you left the conference room.

"Maybe we'll make it on time, when is the show?"

"This Sunday. The puppet theater is at 9:00 pm, the last Phantasmagoria show is at 11:00 pm. None are sold out yet"

"If we get back in time enough, I'll accompany you both, what do you say?" you muttered, trying to be as positive as possible, as you took your friend's arm with both hands and gave it a friendly squeeze. Spencer was taller than you, but thanks to the boots you were wearing and the extra inches they gave you, your eyes were almost at the level of his “Don't be discouraged.”

"I like your clothes today," he suddenly murmured. Sometimes he would give you those kinds of sweet compliments, perhaps as thanks for the kindness with which you always treated him, and you would almost always blush "The drawings are beautiful. Do you know why pumpkins became so representative?"

"Jack-o'-lantern," you replied, rather proud of yourself for knowing the answer.

"But did you know that in the original story it wasn't a pumpkin but a turnip?" he said and you were silent. But he didn't make fun of you for it, instead he saw a new opportunity to impress you "Yeah, you see, in the original legend Stingy Jack..."

The rest of the team, who was in front of you, shared knowing looks as if they were pitying you for having activated the doctor's rambling mode, but the truth was that you were fascinated with every word that came out of his mouth. Sometimes you couldn't believe how there was someone as intelligent in the world as your cute companion and as he spoke you prayed, perhaps with all your might, that you could catch the unsub in time to be able to fulfill the plans in the ones he had included for the weekend.

Almost as if by divine handiwork, the case was solved just in time for the plane to land and you two to rush home to get dressed for the theater. Hotch was even sympathetic to you and told you that the paperwork could wait for Monday just because he had heard of your plans, which you were immensely grateful for.

Spencer was happy that you agreed to go out with him, especially since the idea of asking you out was completely impulsive. It was true that he had an extra ticket but he never thought of having the courage to ask you to accompany him, much less did he think that you would be interested in it, since he was regularly ignored by his colleagues at work. It was something he had never discussed with anyone, only his beloved and gone Elle, but it haunted him almost every day.

Luckily for him, Spencer had prepared the wardrobe he wanted to wear in advance, and all he had to do was take a warm shower, shave, and put on some cream and cologne to get ready. In addition to, of course, styling his short hair as best he could.

He felt particularly concerned by his appearance that night and he pondered whether you would think he looked silly wearing a 19th century French suit. He had bought it last month and it was stored with his costume collection, which no one on the team knew about yet and he didn't intend for that to change.

He had offered to pick you up and when he got to your building, he felt strangely nervous. The doorman was a kind older man that he had seen a couple of times, so when he said that he was looking for you, the man called you on the phone to let you know.

They were silent for a few moments and he began to rock on his heels to kill some time.

“Will you take her trick-or-treating?” the doorman, Tony, joked. Spencer didn't take it the wrong way, instead he laughed it off.

"It's not the plan, but if someone takes pity on us and gives us some I won't complain" he replied and now it was the employee's turn to laugh.

"I've seen you before, are you her boyfriend?"

“Coworkers,” Spencer clarified, with a smile.

"Ah, so you're also a policeman?" although it wasn't the proper term, Spencer didn't know if you had hidden your real job for personal reasons, so he held back from explaining to the man that you were actually a profiler.

"Yes, something like that"

Tony wanted to ask more questions, but the sound of the elevator caught the attention of both men and revealed your figure.

"No fucking way," you breathed, looking your friend up and down and if he hadn't gone dumbfounded, he probably would have said the same thing "Look at you!"

"Where did you get that?" he asked in amazement. Although Spencer had thought that you would show up in a costume, he hadn't expected to see you like this.

"You don’t like it?"

"No, I love it" he hastened to say, when he heard the insecurity in your voice "It's just… I didn't expect to see you as a 19th-century French lady"

You were wearing a beautiful black dress with lace details that obviously alluded to the fashion of the time, black satin gloves, plus a discreet hat on your well-groomed hair and boots that Reid had seen before, but they made a great combination with the outfit. The man's surprise was because he had invited you with such short notice and yet you had gotten the perfect costume and not only that, but one that conveniently matched his.

“And I didn't expect to see you as a French gentleman either” you laughed, as you reached out to wrap him in a hug "I guess it was pure fate"

“Or the fact that we are going to see a recreation of a 19th-century show. Our brains thought the same thing.”

“It doesn't sound so charming when you say it like that" you complained amused and he realized it was true "Shall we go? I don’t want to be late"

Spencer nodded and immediately offered you his arm to hold onto as you walked, a gesture that made you believe you were really entering a time tunnel.

“Enjoy your night”

"Thanks, Tony! Don't scare too many kids and don't eat too much candy,” you waved, blowing him a kiss as you followed Spencer out the door.

He guided you to his car and opened the passenger door for you and then he got in himself to start the engine and get going.

"I really can't believe that we got a couple's costume by pure coincidence"

“Couple costume?”

“Yes, they are those costumes of the same theme that you use with a couple. You know, like the people who dress up as Fred and Daphne or Morticia and Gomez”

Spencer didn't know the last couple, but he did have a vague recollection that the first ones mentioned were from Scooby Doo due to the cartoons he came from as a child.

"Oh" he sighed "Yes, get it”

“Honestly this was a last-minute thing. My downstairs neighbor studies theater and we are good friends, so I asked her if she had anything in her curiosities bag that could help me and she pulled out this dress. It was enough to adjust it a little" you told him, putting both hands on the neck of your dress and smiling from ear to ear "I couldn't believe it, it was really a stroke of luck”

"It looks so pretty on you," he said suddenly, looking away from the road just for a moment to check that you had heard him. "I don't think I told you when I saw you, but that's what I thought."

"Thank you then," you smiled, feeling your cheeks warm a little.

Spencer started talking to you about the creation of puppet theaters and, of course, the Poe stories you were going to witness, with you interrupting him only to point out some decoration along the way that you thought was cute. On Halloween you almost always preferred to stay at home to watch horror movies or go down to the hall to distribute candy to the youngest children, with very discreet costumes to avoid the evil looks of adults. But now you were excited to be doing this with Spencer, who was maybe the only person you knew who wouldn't make fun of you under any circumstances. Your relationship was based on a certain complicity, perhaps more than you had with any member of your unit.

Arriving at the site, he reopened your door and offered you his hand to help you down, which you took without complaining. Once you were outside, he repeated the gesture from when he picked you up from your building and in this way you walked to the entrance, where a woman disguised as who you assumed was Berenice (a Poe character) sold you a couple of tickets.

It was a lovely show and when you weren't looking at the puppets you took the time to admire your companion, whose eyes revealed the emotion of a child. You never thought the doctor was fond of a thing like this and now that you had discovered it you found it quite adorable. As you left you asked him if he was a Muppets fan by any chance and, to your surprise, he was. Spencer even told you that he had a couple of Kermit the Frog items that his mom bought him when he was little, but he also told you not to tell anyone or he'd be embarrassed and you pinky promised him.

You still had an hour between the two shows so you decided to go to a nearby park where there were lots of food stalls: candy apples, popcorn, candy, lemonade, and you even got to one where a Hispanic woman offered you pieces of candied pumpkin. You had to take off your gloves (which he kept carefully in his jacket) when you bought a few pieces of this last one for the two of you and when you tried it you agreed that it was delicious. The woman told you that in Mexico, her country of origin, she always served them to her children with a glass of milk.

Spencer spared no expense just to fulfill all your cravings, even though you refused, so when you got in the car to go to the Phantasmagoria your stomach was pretty full. The place where it would take place was a gray tent in the open air, with a dais in front and several wooden benches arranged so that enough people could fit in. As you had arrived with some time, you took a seat on a bench in the second row and waited patiently for the show to start.

Suddenly all the lights around you went out, leaving only the ones pointing to the front of the stage, and a presenter dressed as a magician appeared.

“For many centuries, wandering spirits have inhabited the world unseen by the human eye, always confined to the world of shadows…” his voice was mesmerizing and kept you on the edge of your seat, watching him carefully “but for a certain time of the year, their magic grows and they are able to cross the barrier that separates us…”

The entire tent was filled with smoke and the audience, including you, looked around trying to figure out what would happen. The presenter continued giving his gloomy monologue and, although you didn’t imagine how, you even felt that the temperature decreased a little with each word he said. Suddenly even the lights that were pointed at him began to dim and by the time he finished explaining to you the whole place was in complete darkness.

There was silence for a moment to build tension and then there was an explosion that made you jump in place. To tell you the truth, you didn't expect much from the show, you thought that being a recreation it would have many shortcomings, but when the first figure appeared on the roof your heart skipped a beat.

You weren't a scared person under normal circumstances and your resistance to the horrifying images you saw at work on a daily basis shows this, but this time perhaps all the environmental components of that night were what made you feel that way. A loud laugh resounded and then another pair of specters appeared, this time flying at the height of the audience and even passing through some of you.

Spencer's reaction was nothing like the rest. Despite his fear of the dark he was totally fascinated by all the images, his mind already working to decipher the magic trick that was being performed. What finally got his breath caught was the feel of your hand searching his. He was still shielding your gloves so he could feel the cool temperature of your fingers, as opposed to how warm he was in comparison. Even knowing that doing that was a reflex act due to fear, he stopped paying attention to the show to look at your hand on top of his, with that noticeable difference in size.

Just as you had admired him during the puppet show, he took the time to observe your expressions now. Your face lit up from time to time by the illusions around you and every time you startled you squeezed his hand harder, in addition to adjusting your body against his as if you were looking for some kind of protection. Spencer had gone out with friends many times and of course with the rest of his female colleagues at work, however none of them had behaved like you were doing. He wasn’t bothered by your behavior, but rather intrigued, since you seemed quite comfortable taking refuge in him to feel safe. Although he knew how to identify qualities in people, he sometimes had a hard time crossing the line of identifying them to really admire them. When he thought of JJ, he thought of a charismatic woman. When he thought of Emily, he thought of intelligence. And when he thought of Penelope, he always saw joy and optimism. But when he thought of you, there were too many qualities to focus on just one: he thought of kindness, calmness, creativity, wit, beauty, empathy... what a big heart you had and how at the end of the day you were perhaps the only one who could make him smile. When he invited you to join him, he did it because he knew you had the same feeling towards scary things, but now that you were there, looking so pretty and holding his hand tightly, he thought maybe there was something else going on between you. You were the closest thing he had to a best friend, though he had never said so verbally, and that night he wanted to be nowhere else but by your side.

Only when the lights came back on did he realize that the spectacle had been forgotten to him, since the whole time he had been looking at you.

“That was all for today, my friends. Thank you for these wonderful performances and remember to recommend us to your friends the next time we're in town. Have a spooky night, all of you."

“I can't believe it, did you see all that? It was just awesome! I didn't think it was going to be this good” you said, completely excited, as you turned in his direction. Apparently you weren't even aware that your hands were clasped until he got up from the seat and helped you imitate him with that grip. Though you thought of apologizing for that, you didn't, fearing to embarrass yourself further.

“It was amazing, even for me it was hard to figure out the trick”

“Why do you want to figure it out? admit it's only magic, doctor. Sometimes life is” you laughed, grabbing his arm for the third time like a happy wife would her husband.

You are something magical, he thought, with the words on the tip of his tongue, but not daring to say them to you.

Although the night was late, the movement in the streets was still the same and Spencer considered asking if you wanted to go somewhere else, but the yawn that escaped you made him think that the best thing for both of us would be to go home to rest. After all, the case had exhausted you.

"Back to your house, right?" he asked, just to be sure and you nodded with a smile.

The road wasn’t long, you only had to take care of the naughty at night so as not to receive any damage, so when you least expected it, you were already in front of your building. Although you intended to say goodbye, Spencer told you that he would accompany you to the door of your apartment just to make sure that you arrived completely safely, because he knew better than anyone how much could happen to a woman alone, even if it was such a short journey, and he didn't want to risk you. Tony was still awake and greeted you nicely as you walked in, so you could then get on the elevator and press the necessary button.

“I seriously have no words to thank you for today, Spencer. Except for that one time I ended up in the hospital for eating so much candy, this has been my best Halloween ever,” you admitted with a laugh, as you leaned in for a big hug.

"Thank you for accompanying me. I'm really glad you had fun, because I had a great time too”

There was a dead space between you, in which you just looked at each other with a smile. It wasn't an exaggeration to say that the night had been wonderful and maybe it was just that you two were trying to drag it out as long as possible.

“Spencer”

"Yeah?"

"Before you go, can I ask you something?"

"Whatever" he responded immediately. He got a little nervous thinking that he wouldn't be able to satisfy your curiosity by ignoring the topic you were going to ask him about and hoped that wasn't the case.

You waited another second before speaking.

"How frowned upon do you think it was for 1800s society for a woman to steal a kiss from her companion?"

Spencer's eyes danced a little in his sockets and you thought he was processing your request in disguise, until he looked at you again and spoke with complete assurance:

“Very frowned upon, surely. At that time, it was usual for men to court women, who were very repressed from making their own decisions or living their sexuality as they pleased. A woman who kissed a man was considered indecent."

You wanted to correct him, tease him or, as a last resort, simply pull him by his shirt and plant the kiss you had wanted to give him all the way. But you didn't do any of that, you just laughed softly and enjoyed his smirk for telling you the right answer.

“I was afraid of that. It's good to know” said this, you carefully approached him and placed a small kiss on his cheek, seeing him slightly surprised by the act “See you tomorrow at work. Call me when you get home”

"I will do that. Rest and see you later"

"Bye”

Just as he said, he called you a few minutes later to announce that he had arrived at his destination so you could sleep peacefully.

Spencer didn't realize that you had explicitly asked for a kiss until Morgan told him and while his friend laughed, he felt like the luckiest guy of all and, at the same time, the dumbest.

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harunayuuka2060 · 9 months

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Teen MC: Uncle Luke! *hugging him*

Luke: Eh—

Simeon: *chuckles* Sorry, Luke. I think you weren't expecting that they would be a little bit taller than you.

Luke: Yes... Why does everyone have to be so tall...

Teen MC: Now that Uncle has mentioned that. *looking at him*

Teen MC: You're as short as I remembered. Do you never grow?

Luke: *blushes in embarrassment* H-Hey! Of course I will grow! *pouts*

Teen MC: Are you... sure?

Luke: *tries to sound stern* MC, I'm still your uncle.

Teen MC: ...

Teen MC: How tall are you exactly, Uncle?

Luke: MC!

Simeon: *chuckles* MC, stop teasing your Uncle Luke.

Luke: Hmph! I know you're making fun of me too, Simeon!

Simeon: Oh. I would never do that.

Teen MC: He certainly does.

Simeon: Hehe.

Luke: *pouts even more*

Teen MC: I'll help you carry your luggage, Uncle.

Luke: Thanks...

Simeon: MC? Can Papa ask you to prepare some drinks and snacks for us?

Teen MC: *nods* Yes. But Pa? Don't forget your doctor's appointment this afternoon.

Simeon: *smiles* Of course. Thank you for reminding me.

Simeon and Luke: *watch MC as they carry the luggage and goes to the room Luke is going to occupy*

Luke: ...

Luke: Simeon?

Simeon: Yes?

Luke: Why do you have a doctor's appointment?

Simeon: Oh. I've been having backpains lately. *chuckles* Maybe it's because I'm getting old and I'm starting to feel changes in my body.

Luke: Oh.

Luke: ...

Luke: Simeon, I know you've decided this a long time ago... But if given a chance, would you—

Simeon: No. I'm already satisfied with how things are.

Luke: I see. *smiles* I'm glad.

Satan: *helping MC to prepare snacks and drinks* How long is Luke going to stay here?

Teen MC: A few months. But I wish he would stay here for at least a year. I know how much he misses Papa.

Satan: ...

Satan: You should be cautious.

Teen MC: It'll be alright. I can trust uncle.

Satan: ...

Simeon: *showing his results to MC* See? Papa is completely healthy.

Teen MC: That's great, Pa.

Simeon: Does that mean we can go hiking? We can ask Luke and the others to join us.

Teen MC: Yes. But if I carry you, I'll carry you. No complaining.

Simeon: *sad frowns* However, Papa doesn't want to be a burden. *smiles* And I can still pull my weight.

Teen MC: It's not about pulling your own weight, Pa. I don't want you getting exhausted because of long walks.

Simeon: *chuckles* I can't argue with that.

Lucifer: *enters the room* Simeon? Barbatos would like to see you.

Simeon: Right now?

Lucifer: Yes.

Simeon: Okay. MC? Feel free to read any books you want. And oh! If you have any feedback, much better.

Teen MC: *nods*

Simeon: *smiles before leaving with Lucifer*

Teen MC: ...

Michael: ...

*One of MC's letters:

"I want to understand why my father turned into a human. Could it be because of me? If so, Uncle, please undo it or punish me in the same way."

Michael: ...

Michael: You're old enough to deserve a response.

Simeon: What is it, Barbatos?

Barbatos: ...

Barbatos: Have you noticed anything about your child?

Simeon: No. I would say everything seems normal. Why? Is there a problem?

Barbatos: I am not certain. Though I have a wild guess that your child is in contact with your former brother Michael.

Simeon: ...

Simeon: Why would MC communicate with him?

Barbatos: MC was just a child when you chose to be a human, Simeon. It might be that they're seeking for answers.

Simeon: ...

Simeon: Maybe I've been worrying my child without knowing.

Barbatos: ...

Barbatos: *smiles* Your child is just like you, Simeon. Worrying over something they have no control of.

Barbatos: However, that's not our concern right now.

Simeon: ...

Simeon: I'll try asking my child. They would never keep a secret from me.

Teen MC: ...

*Michael's letter to them:

"Your existence stems from a deeply regrettable act, one that is unacceptable for an angel.

That's the explanation I could only provide you."

Teen MC: ...

Teen MC: *sigh* What could that be...

Teen MC: *is thinking of asking Simeon but they're unsure if they should*

Teen MC: ...

Teen MC: It's not the time yet.

Teen MC: I want Papa to trust me that I would be able to handle everything.

Teen MC: A few more years should be enough.

Teen MC: ...

Teen MC: But if I fail to wait for an answer... I want to at least have enough wisdom to understand the situation.

#obey me #obey me teen mc #obey me simeon #obey me luke #obey me satan #obey me michael #obey me barbatos #the child of sorrow

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scented-morker · 9 months

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Enha when 8th member s/o has a stage accident

8th member au, gn reader (mentions a dress in hee’s part), mentions of electrocution in jw + rk’s, requested!!, 1345 words not proofread

Heeseung

He was internally screaming as soon as he saw you getting ready

You guys always like to give each other fashion shows of your outfits before performing

Like "babe look!" And then strut strut strut pose "slay me!!" 😆😆

But he knew immediately that you did not feel very slayful in your outfit

You were literally yanking it down after every step you took because it was already short and just kept riding up

You give him a "What do you think? 😕"

And he's like "I think you would look really good in a pair of pants 😁"

But the stylists don't have anything else so you have to go out in it

He keeps giving you nervous looks from across the stage

Anytime he crosses in front of you or anything he tries to cover you up or block the camera so you can readjust

Literally texts THE FREAKING CEO like "I'm concerned about the outfits given to yn, she can't perform her best while being so clearly uncomfortable"

"I'm concerned about the entire world realizing you're in love with her, but I guess I can talk to the styling staff 🤷🏻‍♀️"

OKAY BANG PD CALL HIM OUT ON THE SIMPERY LIKE THAT

But you never get an uncomfortably short outfit again... Heelift indeed 😌

Jay

Someone did not think this through 😭

You're doing your killing part in one of the songs on music bank

So obviously the camera guy gets closer to zoom in on you (werk👏👏)

BUT THEN he immediately moves to camera above your head to find Sunghoon and just WALKS INTO YOUR FACE

Ik y'all have seen that wonyo fancam... that's what I'm talking about

You literally make the most horrified face bc THIS MANS CROCH IS IN YOUR FACE

Screw professionalism, you're traumatized 😀

But man jays face is WORSE 😭😭

He's SO MAD like angry eyebrows and everything bc YOU JUST GOT VIOLATED ON LIVE TELEVISION

Walks up to you in the middle of the performance and checks on you

"Are you okay? 🥺"

You're like "yeah, talk after" and go back to performing

At the end when you drop down to a similar pose he goes in front of you 😭😭

It's fine because it wasn't your ending fairy but everyone is on Twitter like "he protects them so well 😭"

He rly does 🫶🫶 and starts a petition to at least get female camera operators next time

Jake

You guys were performing at a festival in the rain (wow so safe)

And everyone has talked before hand about being extra careful so you didn't slip

But it was such a big crowd!!! And it was your favorite song!!!

So you maybe went a little bit harder than you should have 🫣

... and fell on your face mid performance

I'm sorry but he laughs 😭😭

Like he sees you down out of the corner of his eye

Just 💃🕳 and then nothing

You give him such a dirty look when he laughs bc "YOURE SUPPOSED TO LOVE ME STOP LAUGHING!!"

So ofc he runs over after and helps you up + gives you a big hug ❤️❤️

"I'm sorry, you just looked so funny!!"

So you smack him again of course because "WHAT DO YOU MEAN I LOOK FUNNY" 😠

But he kisses your boo boo scraped knees (which of course everyone LOSES IT watching) and looks up at you with a smirk 😫😫

I CANT 😵‍💫

Sunghoon

You pretty much always had to wear heels to perform because you were so much shorter than the boys

But today man you had some BIG STOMPERS ON

Like platforms and big heels, the whole thing

And at first Hoon just laughs at you 😭😭

"You really need all that extra height?" Then he stands next to you and realizes you're still not as tall as him "and it doesn't even work!!" 😆😆

He's having the time of his life until you smack him (except he makes you kiss him after so still a win for him honestly)

But then once you guys are performing he notices that you're not moving your legs as freely as usual 🤔 (we love an observant partner <33)

He gives you a 🤷🏻‍♀️ from across the stage and you mouth back "heavy... and too big"

It's a concert and not a like show performance so he just walks over and TAKES YOUR SHOES OFF 😭😭

Like, bends down, unlaces them, takes them off and sets them by the side of the stage

You're like wow he's so sweet omg 😆 but then he goes "now you're short again" with the biggest smile and then runs away

So much for that... enjoy your sock performance 😻

Sunoo

Honestly it was really bad for you but kinda good for him 😭

You guys were performing at a fan meeting and they were gonna shoot like fireworks out at the end !!

And everyone knew it, but you were in the bathroom when they told everyone the specifics 🫣

So you were out just like casually performing, not really doing all of the choreo

More so just singing and running back and forth on the stage to say hi to everyone 🫶

But then the fireworks shootout 😭 and you were literally RIGHT NEXT TO THEM

And you’re so freaked out and they were so close and loud and you fall on your butt 😁

And the boys don’t realize it at first because they’re interacting with fans

But when you fall the whole crowd gasps 😭😭 and they’re like ????

And then Sunoo sees you on the floor half crawling away from the fireworks THAT ARE STILL SHOOTING OUT

He feels bad but he also thinks it’s really cute (😒)

But of course he helps you up 😁

And then he drags you around with him for the rest of the time

Like no you aren’t allowed to go anywhere by yourself anymore, he is holding your hand and you are going TOGETHER

Jungwon

Listen he is MAD

Like Leader Won was on high alert all day because it's been storming on and off

He was worried someone was gonna slip

But it was 10x worse 😭

You had turned your head to do a part of the choreo and some of the rain water got into your in ear

LITERALLY ELECTROCUTED YOU

It's giving Benjamin Franklin sunbaenim 😻😻

You were center for that part so all of the boys just saw you jump from the shock and then fall into a crouch covering your ears

He is IMMEDIATELY on it, running up to you and taking them out of your ears and escorting you off stage

He lowkey yells at the staff (🫣) bc "the performance should have been cancelled and now Yn's hurt!"

He doesn't want to leave you, but he has to go finish the rest of the performance

But once you're back home, he's not leaving your side

Chilling in a dark room with soft music playing so your ears don't hurt 🫶🫶

He's trending for like a week because of how scary he was 😭

Riki

Riki is the opposite of Jungwon 😭

Like he was having the time of his life performing and then he sees you drop and goes through all five stages of grief at the same time

Runs over "are you okay?!"

Except he yelled and you just got YOUR EARS ELECTROCUTED so you clutch your ears tighter bc it hurt

Once he sees you crying ITS OVER

Literally picks you up and takes you backstage, yelling to any staff in a thirty foot radius that he needs help ☹️

They lay you down in a stretcher and take you out to make sure you don't have like permanent ear drum damage or anything and he's just standing there like 😨

He has no idea what to do with himself

"Can I go with them? Please please please?"

So they let him of course bc he's cute and he WILL NOT let go of your hand for the entire time you're being treated until you're back in the dorms laid on his bed 🥹

He’s so clingy for like a week after because he was just so scared and he never wants to be away from you ☹️

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padfootagain · 4 months

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Home for Christmas

Hi everyone! Here is a cute fic for Christmas! I hope all of you who celebrate have a great time <3

Hope you like this silly little fic! Tell me what you think of it!

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Pairing: Hozier x reader

Warnings: none! It’s just cute fluff!!

Summary: Andrew is touring at the moment, and his busy schedule will keep him away for the Christmas season. Or at least, that’s what you thought would happen. That was without counting on how much he missed you.

Word Count: 2390

Hozier's Masterlist - Main Masterlist

24 December.

It’s midday and it’s raining. Against the window panes, the rain falls in a patted rhythm, adding to the soft voice of Ella Fitzgerald, a warmth that lulls you into a gentle sway. Around you, dispersed across the carpet, are a set of gifts, wrapping paper, some tape and glitter. You’re wrapping up presents for Christmas, ready to be delivered on Christmas morning throughout your relatives and friends. It makes for a rather tall pile, as you look at all the work you have left. You’re about half-way through, so you gather your courage in a sigh and get back to work, grabbing a box and some paper and trying your best at turning the whole thing into what vaguely resembles a gift.

On your left, you have set the presents that are already wrapped in red and golden paper. Three of these are for Andrew, and you’re quite proud of what you’ve found for him this year. Your gaze lingers on the items, the ghost of a smile lingering on your lips as you think of him… but you end up looking away in a hurry.

He won’t be home for Christmas this year. His touring schedule won’t allow it. If he’s in Europe, he’s currently trying to catch a few hours of sleep in a hotel room in Vienna.

You’ve thought about joining him on tour for a few days, but you wanted to see your family at Christmas. Besides, the look your mother gave you when you mentioned the idea was enough to make you abandon the thought altogether. She looked too sad for you to go ahead with it. You guessed you would simply have to miss your boyfriend this year.

You aren’t angry or bitter about it, though. It comes with dating a musician. There are moments when he isn’t around, and that’s alright. He makes up for it when he comes home, or when you can join him for a few days. Still, as you glance over at his gifts, knowing that they will remain unopened until mid-January, you can’t help the tug at your heart that thought brings.

You grab your phone as an act of revenge, snapping a pic of the three gifts, and sending them to Andrew.

Your gifts are ready! And as I’m an awful girlfriend, you won’t get any clue to guess what they are until you open them in a month!

You add a few emojis to tease him some more, and wait for the phone to buzz while you go back to work. You’ve got glitter on your fingers, it’s all over the beige carpet too. You don’t mind so much, though.

Your Christmas tree is glimmering on the right side of the room, you’ve turned its lights on to get into a festive mood. You have a cocoa on the coffee table, and a bag of marshmallows as a snack. But despite the music, you can’t help but notice how silent the house is.

No humming, no guitar, no voice lost in conversation with you about the most random topic. No padding steps going back and forth across the living room, no curses after hitting the angle of a table, no clutter made in the kitchen to make something as simple as tea. There’s nothing but Ella’s singing, the rain, and the sharp sound of your scissors cutting the wrapping paper, the quick tug at tapes…

Your phone buzzes, and you drop everything to reach for it. A laughing emoji appears under the name Andy, followed by a short text.

How mean! An awful girlfriend indeed.

A pause, some little dots appearing as he writes another message.

I’m worse though.

You shake your head as you type.

Nah! You’re all good. It will only take some extra chocolate to make me forgive you, that’s all. The worst is being abandoned for gift-wrapping. I’m terrible at it.

You’re too focused on the screen to notice any sound coming from outside, like a car-door closing.

I don’t have chocolate. Opted for flowers instead. Hope that works too.

You giggle at that, failing to hear footsteps before your door.

You still have a month to get the right thing.

You jump as you hear keys unlocking the front door. Frowning, you finally stand. Andrew’s parents have a set of keys, just in case, but they’ve never used them. And why would they when you’re here?

You’ve barely reached the hallway that the door opens… on a very tall figure you recognise in an instant. You gasp at the sight, hands flying up to your mouth.

Andrew, on his part, is grinning like an idiot, soaked despite the small distance he had to cross from the cab to the front door. The rain is still heavy, falling on the bouquet of flowers he’s carrying.

He barely has time to step in, throw a travel bag across the hall, and find shelter in your home that you’re jumping into his arms, and he laughs as he catches you with ease. He hasn’t closed the door yet, the air is cold as it sips into the hallway, but you pay no attention to it. You don’t care either about the fact that your clothes are getting wet against his drenched coat, that your fingers run through wet locks as you pull him closer, that his face is cold as you kiss, at long last, for what seems like forever. But then again, you’ve been waiting to see him for weeks, months even… you can’t be blamed for being eager to catch up on lost time.

“Hey,” he breathes as you finally pull away, although he keeps you in his arms.

Rubbing his nose against yours, your eyes are still closed. His voice is a bit deeper than usual in this whispered tone, and it makes shivers travel up your spine, makes your heart melt in a puddle.

“Hi,” you grin against his lips, stealing pecks there. “What are you doing here?!”

“You didn’t think I would really miss Christmas, did you?”

“But your shows…”

“I have nothing until the 26th. I’m not staying here long, just a couple of days. But I’m home for Christmas, at least.”

You hug him as close as you can, still too much in shock to truly believe that he is here, that this is happening, that he truly is home…

“I thought you couldn’t travel back here, that the flights didn’t fit the schedule.”

“I haven’t slept in 27 hours, but aside from that, it all went well,” he laughed, but you frowned at his statement.

“You couldn’t sleep on the plane?”

He blushes a little, averts his eyes for a second, before looking at you again.

“No, no…” he shakes his head, sounding a little embarrassed but smiling all the same. “I just… I was too excited to see you. Couldn’t fall asleep.”

You coo at him, making him wince as he finally puts you down.

“Oh, don’t start…” he warns you, but you love teasing him too much for that.

“You wanted to see me too much! You’re so cute!”

“I did fly all the way across Europe to see you, remember?”

“That’s what I’m saying. You’re hooked, buddy!”

You both laugh at that, but his smile grows tender as he reaches to brush his thumb across your cheek.

“Don’t I know that already…” he states, and again, the warm feeling spreads across your entire form, a perfect balance of happiness, fondness, and love.

He finally hands you the bouquet, and you breathe in the perfect scent: sweet and addictive, making you dizzy for a moment.

“So… no chocolate,” you tease, and Andrew struggles not to laugh, his smile tugging at his lips.

“No, I’m afraid not. The flowers will have to do.”

You hum, as if pondering.

“You’re lucky they’re so pretty,” you add, and he breaks into a cheeky grin.

“Not as pretty as you, though.”

You laugh, walking to the kitchen to give your flowers a vase and some water.

“Lousy line!”

“It was a masterpiece, are you kidding? That timing! Delivery!”

“And he pretends he’s a poet…”

You both laugh, Andrew has followed you after leaving his coat, scarf and shoes by the door. He wraps his arms around your waist, unwilling to be parted from you even for a minute, chasing after your warmth like a moth to a flame.

He drops a kiss to the top of your head.

“I pretend to be a musician, not a poet.”

“Considering your lyrics, you are a poet.”

You feel him grinning into your hair.

“Thanks,” he mumbles, and you know he’s blushing without seeing his coloured cheeks.

“Thank you for the flowers, I love them.”

“Next time, I’ll get you chocolate. I promise.”

“I was just joking. You didn’t have to get me anything. I was happy enough to simply have you here.”

You turn in his arms to face him, gently pull on the collar of his green cardigan until his lips meet yours, and that’s the best feeling in the world, really, to be there in his arms, to feel his heart against your palm…

But as you look up at him again, you notice the dark traces under his eyes, the heaviness in his eyelids. He looks exhausted, and if he always does when he’s touring, he seems to be barely being able to stand. For proof, he’s leaning more and more against you as he hugs you tight.

Gently, soothingly, you rub his back, and you don’t fail to notice the sigh he lets out, his body relaxing under your hands.

“We still have a few hours before heading to your parents’ house for the evening. Want to take a nap?”

“Only if you come with me.”

“I have to finish preparing all the gifts…”

“We can do that in the morning. We can even just hand them without any wrapping…”

“No! We’re doing this properly!”

“Tomorrow then.”

You yield easily, nodding.

“Alright. You go and dry your hair while I prepare some hot chocolate, and then we cuddle and take a nap. Deal?”

He grins.

“Deal!”

He kisses you again, passionate and overwhelming and leaving you dizzily blinking; before he disappears upstairs to change out of his wet clothes and get dry.

Meanwhile, you’ve prepared some warm beverage for him and go grab your own mug in the living room. You abandon the gifts for now, climb upstairs and under the covers to wait for Andrew.

You’re grinning at the thought of him joining you, and your smile only brightens when he actually does, clumsily hurrying to the bed.

He slips under the covers, on his side of the bed, the one you’ve been staring at for entire nights, feeling the empty space of his absence. He’s barely settled in that you’re already reaching for him. He takes the hand you’re holding out, kissing your knuckles before placing it against his heart.

He takes a few sips of his warm beverage, complimenting your creation before lying down fully with you, tucking you both in, making sure you’re both fully covered by the heavy blankets. You lie there together for a long time, legs tangled to the point that borders between his body and yours disappear, on your sides so you can stare at each other, bathe in the presence of the person you love most in the world, in the warmth of this home you share, this bed that feels empty when you’re not both here.

A few minutes are all that’s needed for the bed to be filled with the warmth of your entwined bodies, and you relax as you shuffle even closer, arms wrapped around his torso. He holds you close, his large palm rubbing circles into your back that make you close your eyes. He rests his forehead against yours, closes his eyes as well.

“God, I’ve missed you so fucking much,” he whispers, his voice quiet and soft in the gentle air of the room, the one disturbed only by your shared breaths, the tapping of the rain, and the occasional movements of your limbs under the covers. “I needed this. Needed to hold you close… you can’t imagine how much I needed this.”

You tighten your hold on him, an attempt to silently tell him that you understand, that you need him too, just as much.

“I’ve missed you too, honey,” you breath, your tone matching his. “So much. I’m so happy you’re home.”

“Only for a couple of days…”

“I don’t care. You’re here, now. That’s all I care about. I might not think the same in a couple of days when I cry my eyes out at the airport but…”

You chuckle together, and he kisses the tip of your nose as a reward.

“Same here,” he mumbles as he buries his head into the crook of your neck, breathing in deeply your scent, the one he tries to get drunk on, to commit to memory so he can reminisce later, once he’s alone again at night in some hotel room.

“Thank you. For coming home to me. Thank you, Andy.”

But he chuckles, shaking his head ever so slightly.

“I did it for myself as much a I’ve done this for you, you know.”

“I bet everyone in the band was tired of you complaining all the time,” you laugh, and he does the same.

“Alex was this close from kicking me out of the bus.”

You double with laughter, and yet keep on holding onto each other just as tightly, unwilling to ever let go again.

“I bet he was!”

He nuzzles into your neck, kisses the skin at the base of your shoulder, making your heart skip beats and your breathing stutter. His beard tickles your skin, and you’re certain you’ve been transported to heaven.

“I love you,” you whisper into his hair, kissing every inch you can reach. You feel his grin against your neck.

“I love you, too. So much, darling.”

You forget to set up an alarm, and when you both fall asleep a few minutes later, you’re too comfortable to wake up. You arrive late at Andrew’s parents’, but they can’t pretend to be mad. They’re too happy to have their son for Christmas, and you feel the same.

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for some reason i've had another idea for a request LODGED in my damn brain ever since i wore my platforms the other week: [they are comfy to me, and the heel isn't very high, just the platform adds like- 4inches lol] someone who has tall ass shoes, and nobody notices until they take em off or something and suddenly they're shorter it sounds bad, cause why would someone be wearing platforms, but i swear i can run in em. [took some trial and error though....] also its just really goofy.

No because I'm just as stubborn with platforms the thing that gets you is stairs. I'm not entirely sure if I've mentioned it on here, but I'm a firm believer that Hylians are short. Time is seen as tall because as far as Hylians go? He is Twilight is seen as monsterously tall. Which mixes into your other ask as well - seeing as Time is fairly average height when compared to humans with Twi being tall even to humans (he grew up with humans so he adapted just a lil he's got a much higher milk tolerance sfvgf) but only Twi really knows this seeing as he grew up in ordon with humans and honestly? Means he has a reason to reach out to the reader in the first place, explaining most of the differences he noticed growing up between him and the rest of the villagers It's not the most but really at that point it's helpful to know anything. and it gets him closer to you which is what he really cares about honestly I write the chain as yandere's most of the time really, but this scenario where he's reader's best hope and they naturally get closer to him? I could see it happening really it's because he can't have a repeat of midna someone from another world stealing his heart and leaving him forever ha nope

As for platforms? that'll be fun to explain to them >:) this turned out a little bit more Twi centric than I meant for it to be but it was so fun to write and flowed so naturally !! <33 [masterlist]

“[Name]? We’re about to have breakfast, you’ll probably want to come get some before we leave the inn. Time’s saying that we’re going to be walking a lot today”

“Hm? Yeah I’m coming wild.”

His eyes looked as if they were about to fall out of his head when I opened the door. Is there something off about my appearance? I’ve just woken up I guess so maybe I just look a bit dishevelled, but after travelling with them this long? Would that really be enough to set them off like this?

“You’re shorter! Are you alright? Twi said humans are way different compared to Hylians but I didn’t assume he meant you shrink sometimes! Come on we need to go show them to know if you’re gonna be okay.”

“Wait no wild I-”

There isn’t even time for me to argue my own point with how fast they’re pulling me over to the others, his strength is impressive even for hylians I’ve been told and that isn’t something I’ll argue with. But what is he on about me ‘shrinking’? I haven’t changed height at all… He’s never seen me without my platforms. That’d do it.

“TWILIGHT! [NAME] SHRANK. IS THAT SOMETHING HUMANS CAN DO? ARE THEY GOING TO BE ALRIGHT?”

“Wild really I’m going to be fine. If you’ll just let me explai-”

“YOU CAN SHRINK? Why didn’t you tell us [name]?”

Now winds come over - great. I’ll have to count on Twi’s glare being enough to give me time to speak.

“Wild what are you on about humans can’t - oh. You did shrink. How did that happen?”

Bingo. Now I can hopefully clear this mess up somewhat.

“I didn’t shrink. I’m just not wearing my platforms. They add to my height when I wear them, I didn’t realise this was the first time Wild’s seen me without them. Their worry was pretty cute though.”

“So you didn’t shrink..? Can I try them on?”

“Nah wind, not only are they my only pair of shoes but I think you’d break your neck if you tried to walk in them.”

He really does look kind of like a cat when he pouts, you’d assume he’s just had a lemon slice shoved in his mouth rather than being told no for his own safety. It’s nice to see that despite having to become a hero at such a young age he still acts his age.

“Then how do you wear them? You’ve been walking them for so long without issue?”

“They’re your only shoes?”

“Yeah they are Twi, there’s no issue either wild. They’re comfortable to wear and I’m used to them anyway”

Twi looks as if he’s gearing up for a lecture if the look on his face is anything to go by, the very same one that’s a warning for wild when he’s done something questionable. A short sigh, a shake of his head and it quickly softens up into some sort of lovestruck expression.

“Darlin’ It isn’t that that I’m worried ‘bout. It’s not a good idea to only be travelling with a single pair, what if they get damaged or lost? I’ve got a spare set that should fit you, you can have them.”

“You don’t have to go that for me twi, I’m sure theres somewhere here I could just buy a pair.”

“It really ain’t an issue. It’ll save you breaking in a new pair so it’s for the best really.”

There’s more to what he’s saying I can feel it, but I can’t bring it up around the others like this so answers will have to wait.

“You don’t wanna eat while you’re, only wearing a pair of socks you? Let’s go and get them for you quickly.”

His hand is so much softer than Wild’s and his touch is more tender and is that? Oh, he’s blushing, there really is something more to this isn’t there; does he like me or something? The walk to his room in the inn isn’t long, shorter than the one to my own.

“Give me a second darlin’ and I’ll get you them.”

“Of course, I’m not gonna get mad at you for taking too long to get me a gift. Seriously though, thanks for this link.”

If I thought he was red before he’s downright glowing now, his face from the tips of his ears to the lowest part of his neck that I can see have gone crimson red. Matching how his rummaging through his bag has gotten ever so more frantic, his patience for finding the said boots for me gone like ashes in the wind. Then before I know it a pair of leather boots are being thrust into my arms by someone who can only really be described as a blushy mess at the moment. It’s cute. He’s cute.

“They’re wonderful thank you again Twi, really.”

“You can ah - You can call me link when we’re alone together like this darlin’.”

“If you want me to then link. I’ll just put these on then we can go join the others, hopefully, they’ve saved us some food.”

These are so soft, are they lined with something? They have to be right? It feels like some kind of fur, they should be nice to walk in so I can save my platforms some wear. It makes a lot of sense to try to keep my belongings from home safe, just to have some memories to look back on.

“Hey link, mind me asking what they’re lined with?”

“Wolf fur darlin’”

“Is it your fur?”

How is it possible he’s gotten even more red? Answers my question though. Why would he give me something lined with his own fur?

“I - That doesn’t bother you does it?”

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chance encounters | pt. 1

character(s): Benny Miller, fem!Reader, (very) brief cameos from the rest of the Triple Frontier boys at the end summary: You've lost your way after losing your best friend in a tragic car accident. So, you go back to the one sport that makes you feel closer to him. word count: 1.9k a/n: This story is very personal to me and pulled from some real-life experiences (maybe not exactly, but still). I know I said I wouldn't write anything within this time period with April being such a very emotional month for me, but I've found that this story is actually helping me through my grief. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy and thanks for reading 🫶 warnings: very brief mentions of grief (which will be a reoccurring warning) series masterlist | ultimate masterlist

“Benny Miller. I’m the owner and potentially, your coach,” the man says with a charming smile. He’s tall, broad, built, and you can’t help but notice his deep blue eyes. There’s a sense of comfort that you feel when you look at him. He’s dressed in red shorts and a white t-shirt with a dark cap placed backwards on his head and you can see the dark blonde curls peeking out from underneath it. “Welcome to Miller MMA Gym.”

“Hi,” you finally respond, saying your name to introduce yourself. Your hand grips the strap of your duffle bag that was placed over your shoulder. You feel slightly out of your element even though this is your comfort zone. Fighting is your comfort zone.

“Nice to meet you. Let me give you a tour of the gym and then we can sit down and go over your goals and everything else. Sound good?”

“That sounds good,” you repeat. “Thanks.”

Benny spends the next twenty minutes giving you a tour of his gym and you can tell just from the sound of his voice that he loves this sport and he has put a lot of thought into creating a gym where he can share with other like minded people. There are black mats in the entirety of the building with thick, red outlines at the edges. There are about seven heavy bags lined up along the wall with an octagon cage towards the back of the building. The gym is small, cozy, and it makes you feel like it’s a place where you belong.

“This is a really nice gym you got, Benny.”

“I know it’s not as big as other MMA gyms. We don’t have all the fancy equipment, the extra free weights, but I like that it’s small. Plus, I don’t just let anyone train here.”

“Oh?” you ask, brow arching. “So, I’m guessing this is a bit like a consultation?”

Benny nods. “I want to make sure we’re a good fit. This sport…” he sighs. “I want people who are dedicated, who will push themselves to the limit, you know? I don’t want to waste your time and I certainly don’t want you to waste mine.”

“Makes sense,” you agree.

He removes his sandals and steps onto the mat. You follow him and set your duffle bag down, your feet touching the cushioned mats and your gently bounce on your toes before you sit down in front of him.

“How long have you trained for?”

“Never actually had a coach or joined a gym like this, if I’m being honest. My best friend,” you sigh shakily. “He used to fight, was an amateur though. He taught me everything I know and always encouraged me to pick up the sport too.”

“So, what changed?”

“He died.”

Benny offers you a solemn look. He bites the inside of his cheek and nods. He knows grief all too well and he had known the minute you stepped into his gym that there was something lingering within you, something that you wanted to keep hidden. “I’m sorry.”

You shrug. You had grown tired of hearing that. Why would they be sorry? What could they even do about it? It simply frustrated you. “Anyway, fighting’s always been something I felt comfortable doing and I don’t want to join an MMA gym where it’s all ego and trying to one-up one another.”

“I’m glad you said that,” Benny adds. “I’ve been to gyms like that and I fuckin’ hate it. I mean, we’re all there because we love the same sport. It can get competitive and sparring can get really bad… Which is why I like doing these consultations before even making a commitment with someone. I don’t want my gym to be like those.”

You nod, the corner of your lips lifting only slightly, but as quickly as it rose, it drops. You always had to catch yourself whenever you felt an ounce of happiness or relief. It didn’t feel fair. It didn’t feel right to be happy when your best friend was gone.

“Well, I want to fight, Benny. Competitively. I don’t know if I can even make it, but I want to try. Fighting is where I feel most at home.”

Benny smiles. You see his blue eyes light up. Then, he reaches his hand back out to you. “Well then, welcome aboard. I’d love to have you, and I’d love to train you and be your coach.”

The happiness flutters in your stomach and you force yourself to ignore it. You don’t smile at him, but your eyes - your eyes have always been so expressive. Your eyes soften when you look up at him, tears threatening to spill over, and you reach out to shake his hand. “I’d love that, Coach.”

“Welcome to the team,” he grins. “Let’s see what you got.”

—

An hour and a half later and you’re dripping with sweat. You’re leaning back against one corner of the octagon, knees close to your chest as you rest your arms over them, trying to catch your breath. Benny didn’t waste any time assessing your abilities, but you welcomed the distraction and for the last hour and a half, you hadn’t thought about your best friend.

“We got one more round,” Benny calls out. “Get back up, let’s go.”

You let out a deep breath and nod, standing. You shake your arms to loosen them, feeling the fatigue slowly begin to settle in. You glance at the time and see it begin to count down. Once the round begins, the sound of a buzzer filters the small gym and immediately, you bring your hands to cover your face, standing in an orthodox fighter’s stance.

Benny holds out the pads and calls out the following combinations:

Left jab, cross, left hook!

Double jab, cross!

Right front kick, double left round kick!

Throughout the round, you’re moving in the cage, staying light on your feet and never crossing them. You don’t even notice the way Benny’s smiling down at you, so proudly and full of hope.

“Alright, thirty seconds left!” Benny calls out. He notices how locked in you are, how focused, and he hasn’t seen someone as motivated in a first session as you. It gives him hope that you’re actually serious about competing.

Left jab, right body kick!

1-2 punch, left hook, right body kick!

Again!

By the time the round ends and the buzzer fills your ears, you’re breathing heavily, sweat dripping down your temples and the sides of your neck.

“Holy shit,” Benny chuckles. “You’re amazing.”

“My stamina is shit,” you say breathlessly.

“We’ll work on that,” he smiles. “Great job today.”

You remove your gloves and sit back down, leaning against the same corner of the octagon as you begin to unwrap your hands. You see the initials on your wraps and you’re brought back to reality. You bring your hands to stroke your dampened hair back and away from your face, redoing the hair tie to pull your hair into a tighter ponytail.

“That was– It felt like home,” you admit, looking up at him.

Benny chuckles and extends a hand for you. You take it and stand up, following him out of the octagon. “I’m excited about you, about this partnership. I think you’re gonna be great.”

You look at the time and realize that it’s already way past the normal business hours and quickly, you grab your duffle bag. “I didn’t mean to keep you here longer than you needed to be. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t sweat it,” Benny says softly then adds, “I just realized we didn’t get to the paperwork side of things.”

“I can come in tomorrow,” you say, draping the strap of the duffle bag over your shoulder. “And however much it is, I’ll pay it up front.”

Benny’s eyes widen. “Whoa, whoa, wait–”

“I’m serious about this, Benny. There’s nothing I want more than to fight and I’m willing to do whatever it takes to do that.”

“Okay, tomorrow morning. Ten o’clock sound good?”

“Sounds great.” You shake his hand once more and he leads the both of you out of his gym. You look up at the sound of another man’s voice and see three other men - all of different statures - greet Benny with a smile. You don’t spend another second sparing each of them a glance, just now wanting to get home.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” Benny calls out. “And I think I’ve got a great nickname for you.”

You toss your duffle back into the trunk of your car and shut it closed. You look over at Benny and notice all four men staring at you, but Benny’s the only one grinning. The other three, you notice, are staring at you with a look of hesitancy and curiosity. You take note that Benny’s the taller out of the four, but there’s another one that’s only a few inches shorter. He’s just as broad and built, the same blue eyes, but hair much shorter and slightly lighter. Then, your eyes veer off to the other two, your eyes lingering on one man in particular with a Standard Heating Oil cap placed atop of his curls. The other man standing next to him is the shortest, but he has just as big of a presence as Benny. His hair is greyer, but you have to wonder if it’s due to stress or if he’s much older than the rest of the group.

“A nickname is too soon, don’t you think? You don’t really know me yet, Benny.”

Benny shrugs. “Let’s just call it a gut feeling.”

“Okay, so what’s the nickname?”

“The Warrior,” he grins.

You chuckle. You actually let out a laugh and for months, you had almost forgotten what it was like to laugh. It’s ironic really, almost like your best friend was taunting you from even beyond the grave. He had always called you his little warrior after everything you had been through and how you had never given up, always willing to fight your way through difficult hardships. But now… Now you can’t even imagine fighting your way out of this grief that has taken over your life.

Benny then looks over at his friends, not realizing that he had forgotten to introduce them to you. “We can talk it over. I’m open to other nicknames, but it just seems right for you.”

“We’ll see, Benny.”

“By the way, these are my–”

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Coach.” You interrupt him, not bothering to spare another glance at the other three men. You climb into your car and start it immediately, pulling out of the parking lot without another look at Benny or his friends.

Benny turns to his friends and shrugs. “She’s got potential,” he begins. “I think she can make it big.”

“You say that about almost everyone, Ben,” Santiago chuckles. “Is she usually that… standoffish?”

“She just lost her best friend,” Benny sighs.

“Damn,” Frankie mumbles.

“And you think that it’s a good idea that she fights?” Will asks. “Emotions and all of that–”

“I think she needs this,” Benny admits. “And we all know how it is to lose someone close to us.”

“Does she–” Frankie sighs. “Does she have anyone else to rely on?”

Again, Benny shrugs. “I just met her a few hours ago, but something tells me that she might be alone.”

“Fuck,” Santiago adds. “Well, is she any good?”

Benny nods. “Like I said, I think she can make it big.”

“Well, whatever you need, we’ll be here,” Will says, clasping a hand over his younger brother’s shoulder. “Now, should we all get out of here and go get some drinks?”

Santiago grins. “Yeah, let’s.” He nods in Frankie’s direction and adds, “Vamanos.”

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal character #garrett hedlund #garrett hendlund character #oscar isaac #oscar isaac character #charlie hunnam #charlie hunnam character #triple frontier #will ironhead miller #benny miller #santiago pope garcia #frankie catfish morales #triple frontier fanfic #triple frontier fanfiction #story: chance encounters

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dema-heart · 5 months

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Pirate Hobie

Guess who got her friend to draw pirate hobie and never got to send it!!! I'm sending it now with a slightly more detailed meeting! @the-kr8tor been dying to show you this!!!

Hobie x fem reader

Just a short I have no real intentions of taking this anywhere! Just added to the little chat I had with @the-kr8tor

Mentions of swords,waves, boats, threats, ect pirates ya know

Unedited, it was like 2am here and I couldn't get this out my head. It was supposed to just be the picture🤦🏾‍♀️

You peak out from inside the crate you had snuck on board the ship in. Checking around to make sure no one was there. Sighing in relief you climb out hitting the ground with a grunt as a wave rocked the boat.

Boat. Waves. The smell of ale, fish, and salt fills your lungs. You can't help but smile in glee. You'd made it on board the ship and you're currently at sea. You couldn't believe it had worked out so easily. Sure you didn't mean to doubt Peter when he'd come up with the plan but honestly the man spent half the time coming up with it bragging about his baby and how his wife would kill him if he came along.

Smiling, you sit up, careful not to fall again as you made your way to the door. The rocking of the boat wasn't too hard to get accustomed to, and you found yourself giddy all over again feeling like a sea fairing natural.

Peaking out the door, you look both ways before creeping up the hall in hopes of finding the female pirate you'd got a glimace of earlier. Rumors and tales had her known as the ghost-spider pirate. Known for her association with death and bad luck for being a woman at sea but also for her tales of adventure and vigilantism alongside Captain Brown, the feared and renowned punk Captain of the Anarchy.

You keep up the pace, hearing chatter and laughter above you. Distracted, you don't notice the figure leaning against the wall you just pasted. A chuckle stops you you in your tracks and you turn comedically slow toward the sound.

A tall man stares at you with a smirk. The gold ring on his lip glinting in the low light the only way you can tell his lip is quirked. You're not able to see much of him due to how dark it is in the hall, and the notion scares you a bit. You straighten up hand falling to the sword on your hip. You're not very well trained on using it but you'd be damned if you went down without a fight.

"Whoa there..." He raises his hands, not moving from the shadows. He's watching you noticing the waver in your hands and the improper posture. "..was only going to ask how you got ya self lost down here, guppy." His tone is teasing,nonchalant as if he's unbothered by a stranger sneaking around the ship supposedly threatening him.

You narrow your eyes before huffing as he obviously isn't falling for your bluff. "I'm here to speak to ghost-spider. That's all. I want to know her story and how I can get accepted as a woman adventurer...I mean no harm and I have no intentions of stealing or making a burden of myself. So if you'd politely lead me to her or the Captain." Standing your ground you stare into what you assume is the eyes of the man daring him to deny you.

He chuckles, stepping forward the click of his heels against the wood loud in the quiet hall. You hold in a gasp as he reveals himself. You don't recognize him as most the pirates have identifying markings on their coats. However, this man is in a casual blouse and trousers. Nothing identifying on him. He's tall and quite handsome the smirk you could feel showing clear as day as he steps foward further into your space, causing you to step back, gripping the hilt of your sword.

"Don't come any closer! I'm not sure who on the crew you are but I'm not afraid to draw my sword against you" His laughter startles you almost diffusing the fear with confusion and annoyance. He looks you over a mischievous glint in his eyes as he nods toward your sword.

"Be good to learn how to hold it before threatenin to use it, guppy. Won't do you any good if it's holder isn't even unbundled." He nods toward the latch keeping the sword handle in place. You groan as you realize he's right, but don't move from your defensive position instead undoing the buckle without breaking eye contact you raise a brow at him.

"As I said be kind enough to lead the way or allow me to pass I've no interest in your games,sir. I'm here to accomplish my dreams and I refused to let you stop me" you stand your ground, watching as an impressed look briefly washes over his face.

"As you wish,guppy. Right this way then. Feel free to draw your sword while my back is turned but I don't think it'll go over well with the rest of the crew" He shrugs hands sliding into his pockets as he walks past you toward a door you had passed not to long ago. He opens it showing the stairs to the deck and causing the sound of chatter and waves to get louder.

You followed him up, taking in your surroundings in amazement, not noticing how quiet it had gotten. You push past him the moment you see the waves across the side of the ship. The sight of open sea confirming you really had made it.

"Who's this, cap?" You hear a different voice from the one you'd become acquainted too. Turning around, you see the whole crew standing around you, the man from earlier in the front next to the blond haired pirate you'd been hoping to meet. She wasn't the one to ask the question though confused you look to see who they could be talking about. The man who'd led you here smirks stepping foward and placing an arm over your shoulder. He grins as he faces the crew.

"This is guppy! A stowaway. The lad Peter told us all about before we left port. As captain, I went down to meet her for myself, and she's just as fiery as he said! She even threatened me with her sword. A fine addition to our band of misfits if I do say so myself" He makes the announcement, and you can feel yourself drain of color as you realize just who you'd been with this whole time. The captain brown the dreaded punk of the seas had bot only known you'd stowed away on his ship but come to get you himself and allowed you to make an absolute blunder of yourself in front of him.

"Don't worry, guppy. I'm not known to hold grudges against pretty lasses like yourself. And as you said, you had no intentions of making a burden of yourself." He looks down at you speaking just loud enough for you to hear over the cheers of the crew. With a wink, he guides you to the female pirate herself before walking off to chat with his crew.

There's three things you noticed.

One there more than just ghost-spider heres who's female. That alone almost let's you push past the second fact.

Two you had threatened the infamous Captain of the Anarchy and lived to tell the tale. Hell he'd given you a nickname and said you were one of theirs now.

Three Peter made you hide in a box and pretend to be cargo when he'd apparently already told the whole crew you'd be joining.

Sighing, you shook your head taking one last glance at who you now know is captain hobie brown. You meet his gaze and he winks causing you to startle and turn quickly back to Gwen, who looked amused at the situation.

Gwen smiled, shaking the hand you stuck out to her wtih amusement. "You're in for a lonnnng ride. Let me introduce you...".

Fin

#hobie brown x reader #rainbow's bookshelf #hobie x fem!reader #pirate! hobie? pirate! hobie!#im going to bed now lol #hobie brainrot

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vashtijoy · 8 months

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Hey there! First off, I wanted to thank you for all your analyses and thoughts on P5 - they've really helped deepen my appreciation of this monster of a game! Now, onto the question (why yes I did create a Tumblr just to ask this, ha) - when do you think Akiren was arrested? I'd guess late March from context clues (or a little earlier if he's from a warmer place), but a couple weeks seems like a really quick turnaround to be placed in Sojiro's care. Curious to know what your thoughts are!

Wow, thank you! That's really kind of you. Great journal name, BTW.

I don't think it will have been two weeks. IMO it will have been some time the previous year, most likely in the summer holiday. Ren is out after dark, and he and the woman are both lightly dressed. You can see green leaves on the trees in the background—this is not definitive by any means, but by September, leaves on trees in P5 tend to have faded to brown, while in March the trees tend to be pink and in blossom.

(Also, notice how built-up this area is, and how tall the buildings are. A lot of people think Ren is from somewhere like Inaba, but this scene makes it look like he's from somewhere more like a regional capital.)

Ren is what's known as a "Type 1 Juvenile" (p. 123)—he's been sentenced to probation by the family/juvenile court, for at most until his 20th birthday. After a year, he can be discharged from probation if he's behaved himself:

If the probationer has complied with their conditions and has led a sound life for at least a year, the Director of the Probation Office can permit an early discharge.

Note that "live a sound life". We see it quite often in the top right-hand corner, as "live an honest student life". And that period of a year that Sojiro keeps bringing up is important—Ren won't have been allowed to sit around waiting for the new school year; he's likely just been sentenced, and reported in short order to Leblanc.

How long was the trial process? Ohya mentions in her confidant that she looked into Ren's conviction and thought it was obviously unsafe: "I have to say though, the ruling made in your case was really odd. Some kind of deal must have gone down behind the scenes to make sure that was the end result."

So it was probably rushed through. But it's Japan—even a rushed trial is going to chew up a fair amount of time. The prosecutors have to investigate and compile reports that make them look good and not corrupt, the trial date has to be set, the judge has to read everyone's reports and make a decision (Japanese trials are often essentially conducted on paper). Then there's sentencing and appeal. Then Ren's professional probation officer in his hometown (Sojiro is a volunteer probation officer, or VPO) has to find a school that will take him and a place for him to stay and (technically) receive guidance.

Could it be seven months or so, August-ish to March? Probably easily, yeah.

why doesn't he repeat a year

So if Ren is arrested around August 2015, and started his first year of high school in April 2015, why doesn't he repeat the year?

Well, first of all, do we know Ren is 16? Could he have been in his second year in his home town? I think we would have heard about this, honestly—someone would mention that he looks too old, or Kamoshida would have mentioned that the terrible transfer student is Repeating A Year. Ren likely is the same age as the rest of his year group.

While it's almost unheard-of for children in Japanese elementary and middle schools to repeat years, it's quite common in high schools. You can repeat for not getting good enough grades, or for poor attendance. But repeating must be approved. If you're seen as having, say, a poor attitude? You're likely to be politely told to shove it, and move up with the rest of your year.

I don't think we can fairly say that post-conviction Ren is perceived as having a good attitude. He certainly is not at Shujin. I think Kobayakawa threw him into the second year not caring too much if he sank or swam.

Ren also may not have been expelled from his original school until he was convicted—which would mean, based on this timeline, that he did get most of his first year of high school.

#asks #persona 5 #p5 meta #ren amamiya

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mrsdarkandyandere7 · 2 years

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Hi! How are you? Could make a story where the Dark! Steve Rogers meets The Reader at a live music bar, where she sings a song? Steve Rogers ends up falling in love with her. He spies on her for a while before finally taking her to be his wife.

Favorite Singer

▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.

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(female reader)

WARNINGS: Kidnapping.

AN: Thanks for requesting and I hope you like this :) Make sure to reblog and give me feedback.

You pour your heart into the song, a hand glued to the microphone. Your eyes are closed so it’s easier to forget about the large amount of spectators in the pub and to focus on the lyrics and the tone.

It’s always an overwhelming experience to sing in public but you still do it. Afterall, singing is your passion and finding good gigs is extremely hard so when you got the chance of a part-time job as a singer in the pub you really couldn’t decline.

Small steps towards success, you guess.

The song slowly comes to an end and you open your eyes as applauses start to rain down. A shy smile makes its way to your mouth and you quickly bow your head, thanking the audience.

You wave at the rest of the live band members, bidding them goodbye before returning to the backstage as they keep playing. Heading towards the shared room for the artists, you stop on your tracks once you notice a tall man standing next to the door.

You don’t recognize him.

Blonde hair, muscular body. He looks strong and something in his posture reminds you of a soldier.

His eyes turn towards you and you are instantly surprised by his beauty. He's almost perfect.

He gives you a smile, taking a step towards you.

“Hey.” his voice is surprisingly soft yet deep. You remain in silence, wondering what he’s here for. It’s prohibited for customers to come backstage, they only congratulate you while you’re in the pub.

He awkwardly moves his feet, eyes fixed on you and for a moment they trail down your dress, down to your bare legs before he quickly raises his eyes back to your face.

“I’m Steve. Steve Rogers.” he says, a hand rubbing his neck. “I’m a big fan of yours. I’m always here whenever you sing and you have an amazing voice.”

You raise your eyebrows, returning him a smile.

“Oh, thank you so much. It means a lot that you’ve enjoyed it. I hope the others also did.”

“Everyone loves you around here. I’ve been watching you sing. You’re very talented. And gorgeous.” he adds, a shy smile on his face. You press your lips together, feeling both flattered and hesitant.

You wish someone would appear to break the awkwardness. You can almost predict what he’s about to say and you really wish he doesn’t.

“Hum, thanks. Sorry, I really need to…” you point towards the door and Steve immediately rushes to the side, freeing the door.

“Of course, my bad. Hey, I was just wondering if you’d like to have a drink with me? My treat.” he looks at you with hope in his blue eyes and you feel bad to refuse him.

“I’m so sorry but I can’t.” you blurt out, biting your lip in discomfort, nervously fiddling with your hands.

Steve’s eyebrows raise as he catches the simple golden ring on your left hand. His expression hardens but he still gives you a tense smile.

“Of course, I’m sorry about bothering you then.” with those short words he leaves, disappearing from the corridor.

The next few weeks your life settles back into a comfortable routine. The pub ends up offering you a full-time job, with a better pay and the proposal to sing there more nights.

The crowd seems to enjoy you more and more every night and it fills you with joy to see your skills being recognized.

You never mentioned to your husband the awkward incident of that night, but you often see Steve in the pub, catching a brief glance of him seated in the back of the room.

He didn’t approach you again yet you always felt his sharp eyes following you and it made you more uneasy than ever. But he kept his distance and that was enough for you.

Tonight it was no different.

It was a good night for you, many people felicitated you for the performance you did and even the owner complimented you endlessly for how well you’ve sung.

It’s with a wide smile that you head out of the pub, your heart bursting with happiness.

The streets are empty and dark, only the dim light from the streetlamps illuminating the way. You hold your phone as you head towards your car, quickly sending a text to your husband to let him know that you’re on your way home.

You barely hear the light footsteps before one hand covers your mouth with a soaked cloth as another tightly grips around your waist.

In horror, you drop your phone as you try to fight against your assailer but to no avail as you breathe in from the cloth, the strong smell immediately causing you to doze off, fading away into the darkness.

You wake up with a sudden jump, eyes opening in a flash. The room you’re in is completely dark except for the little moonlight that shines through the curtains.

A small whimper comes out of your mouth when you feel a painful thud in your head and you bring your hand to your forehead, trying to ease the pain that cuts through you. Your thoughts are all confused, unable to think straight with the searing pain.

Your eyes slowly start to get used to the darkness in the room and that's when you notice a figure sitting on a chair, in front of the bed.

An icy feeling invades you as the memory of being grabbed in the street returns. You halt your breathing, completely immobilizing the body.

What should you do?

You look discreetly around the room, trying to figure out where the door is when the figure suddenly speaks.

“There is no way out, if that’s what you’re trying to find.” you feel like you’ve been stabbed in the heart as soon as you hear the deep familiar voice.

You’ve only heard it once but you’re more than capable of recognizing it.

Steve.

A small click is heard and a lamp lights up the entire room, allowing you to see Steve sitting in the chair, arms crossed as he cynically watches you. His face is an indecipherable mask and you feel exposed to him.

“Steve? Please, I don’t-”

“You’ve had your opportunity and you’ve lost it.” he cuts you, his jaw angrily ticking.

“We could’ve had a sweet, loving relationship but you blew that chance. So now we’re going to do things my way.”

#@mrsdarkandyandere7 #yandere x reader #yandere marvel #dark marvel #dark steve rogers #dark steve rogers x reader #dark!steve rogers #dark!steve rogers x reader #yandere steve rogers #yandere steve rogers x reader #yandere!steve rogers #yandere!steve rogers x reader #tw: yandere #tw: kidnapping #yandere scenarios

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spilledmilkfkdies · 6 months

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What do you think the wizards heights are? (Including Valtor if you cover him) 🙏

Okokok so the problem is that I am a supporter of making the wizards of the Black Circle tall, and I mean Tall, Dark Souls bosses type of tall- But y'know what's stopping me? The thought I could never fit them into a car. Mhm.

I mean, not just that, kinda, more like 'how would they function in a normal setting and could they live under humans like that', because apparently that matters to me. Even if the thought of them having gone "so far off the deep end" that they just don't fit in with humans anymore after everything is a little delicious as well. Basically, I would make them unreasonably tall if I cared like 20% less about normalcy. That being said? Here are some rough height estimates I'm thinking off, in no particular order-

Starting out with Gantlos because I simply will not shut up about how I think he should be a big lad, the biggest, even. The actual reason for that though is like, y'know how in Resident Evil Village you have Lady Dimitrescu ends sentence there and the way she has to bend down to go through some doors? That has altered my brain in a normal way. I am normal. Now I'm not saying Gantlos is that tall, as previously mentioned, sort of. But having to duck just a little bit when going through the average door? I'm not above doing that. Sorry. I think that would put him lightly above 7ft (well over 2m). Was he always that tall? Probably not. Is it doable? Eh, it's what I'm leaning towards right now, that's usually how it goes.

Paragraph over! Moving on to Ogron!! I was considering making him the shortest, you can disagree and be happy I changed my mind, you can be disappointed too- That man wears heels either way, so it's whatever no it's not I still think about him being the shortest sometimes. What position is he in right now? Um middle. Yeah. Like obviously, I guess, but I'll explain why it's a little confusing in a bit, let's say he's somewhere 6'4ft (1.93m) and 6'7ft (about 2m) maybe?? Pulling these numbers out of my ass don't even worry about it-

Now here's where I start making things really complicated for myself for no reason fr! Because!! Duman's height is all over the place. I don't just mean this in a way where sometimes he's literally a rat or bear with those matching heights- The height of his own form also just. Depends on his mood?? There's days where he's the shortest and days where he isn't. Rarely below 6ft (1.83m), never taller than Gantlos (Dumanic bat form not included, that shit is Large, but currently also unspecified). It just be like that sometimes. Any specific reason why I forced that onto him? Nuh uh definitely not.

Basically, Anagan is left as the shortest whenever Duman isn't. That's what we're going with rn. That's where we're at. He's not short though, just compared to the others ig? Put him next to the average man and he still has a couple of inches probably maybe- Are you starting to notice that I know very little about height because I feel like that seed had been planted in the first few sentences already.

Am I legally allowed to speak on Valtor's height? Will I be hunted for sport if I put a take out there that's not appreciated? Taking the absolute coward way out and saying I think he'd be shorter than Ogron, but above Anagan? His demon form is bigger than Duman's though, so there's that. Cough.

Will I be sticking to the order of this? Who knows! The actual numbers I did specify? Highly doubt it! But for now let's put it like, tallest to shortest:

Valtor demon form >> Duman demon form >> Gantlos >> Could be Duman >> Ogron >> Could also be Duman >> Valtor >> Duman again >> Anagan >> Duman sometimes

Okay that's all bye

#been a while since i just threw a bunch of rambly thoughts on here #i'm behind on asks but do NOT let that stop you from sending them #i'll get to it all eventually besties #sorry for the wait #this nearly killed me btw #in case you were wondering #humongous answer with vague actual heights #take it or leave it #winx club #winx headcanons #winx villains #winx valtor #wizards of the black circle #winx ogron #winx gantlos #winx anagan #winx duman #answered ask

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viktheviking1 · 7 months

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Fizzarolli was laughing his *ss off in the dimly lit corner booth of the bar that stank of lost hopes and dreams. Though still in a jester hat, the rest of his outfit was surprisingly normal. He wore a cropped sweatshirt and high rise shorts. His limbs were wiggling everywhere and if it weren’t for the obnoxious laughter, one might have thought he was having a seizure. Blitz prayed silently that no one noticed him blushing from embarrassment. He put his hands in his leather jacket, and spun around on his heel, lifting one leg up to start taking long strides out of the situation.

“Ooh, no you don’t.” Fizz extended both his arms and grabbed Blitz, pulling him into the seat, “Soooo~ Blitz! How are you?! Last time I saw you, we were tied up.”

“Don’t make it sound sexual. What are you doing here? I was supposed to be on a date with a guy named Fozzi. I figured he might be a furry or have a muppet k*nk, but this," Blitz gave a dramatic gesture in Fizz's direction, "this is so much worse.”

“Well, I thought I was going on a date with a handsome fellar named Bluez, who I thought might be a mopey faced grump or have sh*tty taste in music. So, I guess we’re both sooooo disappointed.” Fizz crossed his arms around themselves, a couple of times over.

Blitz opened his mouth to say something, but stopped himself and instead said, “Hang on; What do you mean, Blues?”

Fizz rolled his eyes, pulled out his phone, and shoved his extended arm right into Blitz’s face, “This is the account I’ve been messaging. See right there? B-L-U-E-Z. Bluez.”

Blitz took the phone from him. “Oh, ****** on a stick. I made my account so fast, I must have typed it out wrong.” He tried rubbing the stress out of his eyes.

Blitz looked up again at Fizz, who was grabbing his phone back, “Wait, just a f**king minute. Why are you on a dating app, anyway? And with a different name, to boot. Things not going so fantastic with the big c*cked rooster, afterall?” Blitz would never admit it, but he was genuinely concerned for his old friend.

Fizz sighed and placed his head on the table

“Ozzie says it’ll help our image . . .” He sat upright again, “I mean, my image. As a sexy entertainer and celebrity, I’ll get more press if I have a personal love life for paparazzi to dig their teeth into, something which I don’t already have, obviously. Because the thing with Ozzie is purely sexual. Because his d*ck-”

“Yeah, yeah. It’s huge, I know.” Blitz rested his chin in his hand; elbow on the table.

“YOu kNoW wHaT?!?!?!” Fizz stood up and extended himself really tall, which would almost be intimidating, if he didn’t look like, well, a clown. Unless you were afraid of clowns, which Blitz was (mostly) not.

“Because you told me, jeez.” Blitz rolled his eyes.

“Oh, oh. Right, yeah. Ahem.” Fizz settled back down in his chair, trying to pretend he’s not blushing as dabbed the sweat off his forehead with a long *ss handkerchief.

“You know, you’ve always been pretty bad at lying.” Blitz cocked an eyebrow up at him and grinned.

“What- what do you mean? I never- I haven’t-” He paused, “Hey, you two buff chicks. Dontcha got anything better to do?” He turned his attention to the hellhounds guarding him.

One turned around, “Asmodeaus said that we were not too-”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. But this is Blitz! A childhood friend of mine who is basically a pro level gunslinger or some sh*t. Not to mention he literally rescued me from being, I don’t know, sold off to the slaughterhouse or something. Point is, I’m safe now. Why don’t you two go on a date? I can see you two eyeing each other, and it’s f**king annoying. Go, get.” He motioned, shoeing the two away, who both blushed awkwardly, but complied.

Fizz turned back around and went stiff with surprise when he saw Blitz on the brink of tears, “Uhhhhhh, what the f**k”

“I’m your childhood friend . . .? Who you are safe with?” Blitz tried not to squeak as he spoke, failing miserably.

“Okay, first of all, I specified childhood. As in, I was friends with when I was a child. And second of all . . .” Fizz blushed a little, “I uh- you know- I mean, you did kind of get me out of that bind, pun intended, and you didn’t have to do that. You could have decided at any point that I was dead weight and left me. But you didn’t, so you know, um, thank you for that.” He shrunk a little, looking away from Blitz, heat filling his face.

Fizz sat up straight again, “And your punishment for helping me is having to save my sorry *ss again should another d*ckhead take me as his prize. So, ha!”

He meant it as a joke, but Blitz smiled and said, “It would be my f**king honor.”

They both sat there for a second before Fizz spoke up, “You know while I’ve got you here. There is something I’ve been wanting to talk to you about. You and Princey . . . Are you gonna fix that?”

Blitz rolled his eyes, “Ugh, not this again. I don’t know how many times I have to tell people. We can’t get back together, because we were never together in the first place. It was just a mutual agreement that it was time to move on.”

Fizz looked Blitz up and down, seeing that depressed undertone he was hiding so poorly, “Mhm, yeah, mutual, whatever. Honestly, who you f**k with or f**k up with is none of my business; that is until it starts to affect me.”

Blitz was taken by surprise and went into immediate defense mode, “The f**k does my s*x life got to do with you?!”

#fanficromance #feels #romance #blitzxstolas #gayromance #fanfiction #gayfanfic #helluvaboss #blitzo #fizzarolli helluva boss #fizzaroli helluva boss #fizzarolli #fizzblitz #helluva boss fizzarolli #helluva fizzarolli #pansexual character #hellaverse #vivzieverse #vivziepop

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wicked-elfie · 2 years

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Time Swap (ROTMNT)

Time Swap AU created by @teetlezhere

Chapter 5

TW: Trauma, mentions of action violence, mentions of hospitalization

Beginning / Previous / Next

( I’m gonna put some notes at the end! I hope you enjoy this one. I had to do SO MUCH MATH. And I SUCK at math so if any of you are really good at it and notice I was wrong about anything- just don't tell me :’( enjoy! )

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In the present…

The elder of the two Leonardos held his water glass by the rim and rotated his wrist, swirling the liquid inside. He had taken a couple sips, but his mind was busy. He pushed back the deeply buried memory he had woken up from before Raph had questioned him; He had too much on his plate and too much to confront right now to think about it; Now, all he had to do was wait.

And man, did he wait: It was probably only an hour, but the silence that dragged on made it feel like years. He examined his surroundings to distract himself. He found several things he had forgotten about his genius brother’s lab: a statue carved to look like Donnie’s face - he chuckled at that, narc, the smooth metallic desk it stood upon, the machines he still didn’t understand, and - finally - Donatello’s battle shells. Leo sighed and lowered his gaze, finding interest in the water glass again.

He was mesmerized for a moment till he heard a loud crash. Jolting his head up, he observed the cracked-open door. His eyebrows lifted as he listened to a rambunctious discussion in the hall.

“The future?! You mean to tell me that’s how tall he becomes?! I want to be that tall! Donnie, Donnie! When I’m old, will I be tall, too!?” He recognized the excitable and squeaky voice of his youngest brother.

His lips pursed when he heard the second one, with a flatter tone, “That’s what you want to know? I want to know why I wasn't the first one to come back! I should’ve invented time travel by now! But I guess if I were to think about it, I could say that from the analysis I performed on the subject after he had passed out: I date him to around forty years old, give or take a couple of months. If I’m correct- and I am- then it is safe to assume that since Leonardo was born in 2004, then this Leonardo resides in the year 2044. This would put you at thirty-nine years old; this means you’re far beyond full grown.”

Leonardo smiled to himself at Donatello’s elocution. “That being saaaiiiid; Red-eared sliders, in their natural state, can grow anywhere for 4-12 inches. Box turtles usually average out at around 5-7 inches. This means that since this Leonardo measures at 6’3”, you could be anywhere from 3’8” to 7’8”.” A pause: They’ve stopped walking. “Given that you are taller than the former calculation already, with you currently standing at 4’7…” There was a tapping noise, potentially a foot on the ground. Leo could imagine Mikey leaning in with dazzling eyes, anticipating the answer. The purple banded whiz mumbled and his steady footsteps continued down the hall, followed by Mikey’s scattered ones. “Leo’s 5.42 to 6.25… 86.72% meaning… 13.28%…4.58… that’s 5.19, so therefore…” The door metallically screeched open as the older of the pair pushed it aside with his back.

“Gosh, I need to oil that… Hm… 5’2”?” Donnie’s left hand held up his right elbow, while the opposite palm rested under his chin in thought. Leo took a moment to watch him, continuing to tap his foot now that the brothers had made it to the lab. He missed their antics dearly. “So in short- Hah! See what I did there?- You are not tall!” The snarkier brother leaned down to Michaelangelo and grinned.

“5’2”?! No! This is the worst news ever!” Mikey threw his arms up in despair. “I only get to be a foot shorter than him?!”

Donatello grumbled at the dramatic reaction and the mathematically incorrect revelation, “No, Miguel. You get to be eleven inches shorter than him.” He nodded in resolve to his brother. Mikey humphed and crossed his arms, pouting at his feet. Leonardo chuckled, drawing their attention.

“Actually, he taps out at 5’4”.” He fought back the urge to fling his arms around them. They don’t know me. “Hey, guys.”

Donnie let his hands hang to his sides and gave a disapproving glare to the newcomer, “Nine inches, then.” His statement is quickly ignored by the box turtle with stickers on his plastron. Mikey leapt towards the warrior.

“I have been waiting so long to meet you!” The smallest turtle stood in front of Leonardo. “Donnie said that you looked cool, but you’re even cooler up close!”

Donatello’s face scrunched up and he whisper-yelled, “Don't tell him I said that, Mikey!” He yanked the thirteen-year-old backwards, and continued to scold his brother softly, “We don’t know him. There’s a 50/50 chance he could be a bad guy! Splinter said Krang can corrupt things. This includes, but is not limited to: people, animals, inanimate objects, and mystic mutants! We don’t know what that looks like, remember? We’re only here to get affiliated. All business, no talk. Where is Dr. Delicate touch?”

Mikey sighed and shook himself out a bit. “Hoo. Okay. You’re right.” His lips tugged down into a stern frown, “Serious stuff.” He gave the larger mutant a suspicious sideways glance. Standing straight, his arms locked together and he stepped slowly before the warrior. “So… They say you’re from the future.” His lower lip pushed up in an attempt to look menacing; It didn’t work, but it made Leo laugh.

Donnie ducked between his younger brother and the new ninja, shoving his face up close to the elder turtle, “Why are you laughing?! Have you tricked us?! Gasp! I knew it… You are a bad guy!” He swung an accusing finger at Leo, only to continue to humor the elder mutant.

Mikey gasped and held his head, tugging on his imaginary hair, “O-mi-gosh! What if he already got Raph and that’s why he was being so weird?! Donnie you were right!” He cried and held onto his brother’s arm for comfort, only to be pushed off.

Leonardo’s laughter dissipated at the remark; This was serious. He looked up to the taller of the pair and calmly retorted, “I’m not krangified, Don. If I was, I would have probably killed you all by now.” Donatello’s hand dropped, and Mikey froze up behind him.

The moment passed when they all turned their attention to the door, hearing a deep voice with a hint of an NYC accent, “Donnie, Mikey, leave him alone.” The younger two backed out of the way. Raphael approached Leonardo and held out a cylinder with shapes carefully carved into it. “This tha key you were lookin’ for?”

Leo nodded his head in amazement. He hesitantly picked it up from Raph’s palm and looked it over. You shouldn’t be surprised. You weren’t here to mess it up.

“We went on a mission while you were out to get back a stolen artifact. When I came home and you were up: The description y’a gave me was way too similar.” The red banded mutant rubbed the back of his head. “Do y’a know how to get rid of it?”

The older ninja traced a thumb over what would be the brow of the face-like carving on the relic and pondered out loud, “Splinter had said that four mystic warriors created it.” He raised his chin to gaze upon his brothers from another life. “Maybe we need four mystic warriors to destroy it.” He bit the inside of his mouth, and let his head hang down again, “But we only have three.”

The purple-clad turtle raised a questioning eyebrow, “You’re Leonardo? That means we have four?”

Leo shook his head and sighed, “I lost my powers to the Krang leader after… well, after something… difficult happened to me.” He closed his eyes.

Red. A sea of red. Waking up to April and Mikey crying. Hearing Raph’s monitor beep steadily in the back. Hearing his own monitor beep beside him. Donnie. Ringing ears. Donnie. A new face scar. Donnie.

This can’t be happening. Don’t act like this is goodbye. Don’t you dare.

“Uh… Leon?” Mikey’s quiet beckoning brought the warrior back to his senses.

Leonardo blinked back a couple tears that had managed to pop up on his waterline. He clenched the artifact till his hands felt numb. “There was a blast. Krang have the ability to take mystic powers away by releasing this… scream.” He whispered bitterly to the key in his hands, “My portaling abilities were hardly the worst loss that I suffered from that day.”

Donatello was holding a trembling Mikey in his shell. Leonardo’s gaze softened. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you, kid.” The youngest brother barely lifted his head above the opening.

“It’s okay, Leo.” he meekly responded. I forgot how nervous he could be.

Raph pinched his chin in thought. “Could we… I don't know… get y’a powers back?”

The purple banded brother released the shell, sending Mikey down to the floor with a thud. “I’ve got it!”

“Ow!”

“Sorry.”

Mikey unfolded from his hiding place and rubbed his back, puffing his cheeks out at his older brother in response to the betrayal. Donnie sheepishly helped him to his feet. Leonardo chortled, “Well then: What’s the idea, Don-Tron?”

The younger turtle groaned, “Jeez, even you call me that?” He lifted his arm monitor to his face and slammed his fingers against it. “Well, I was thinking we could-”

Raph interrupted, “Smash it?”

“Um. No. That’s barbaric.” The genius rubbed his temple, “We could-”

Mikey piped up, “OH! What about flushing it!?”

Donnie rolled his eyes, “Still: No. You’d clog the toilet. We could-”

“Burn it!” Raph exclaimed, holding his hands on his hips and sticking out his chest, very proud of his idea.

“NO! Would you please let me finish!,” he snapped at his brothers. After a couple of quiet apologies he continued his thought. “Thank you.” He turned back to his monitor and began clicking at it again. “We could restore his powers through a series of emotional unpacking sessions, or therapeutical practices of sorts. He needs to address whatever is keeping him from feeling removed from the Hamato clan. In other words, Old Leonardo, here, must be blocked from his familial connection to the Hamato Nimpō.”

Mikey gasped in mortification, “Donnie, don’t call him that!” He whispered into his brother’s ear, “It’s rude.”

Donatello crossed his arms in irritation and rolled his eyes, “What else am I supposed to call him? Warrior Leo? Apocalypse Leo? Leonardo, but six feet tall with under eye bags?” He flicked his brother in the nose, eliciting a minuscule yelp from the youngest.

Ignoring the bickering between the younger two, Raphael crouched down beside old Leo. His face lifted in curiosity, “Do y’a think that could work?”

“With all of you guys here?” Leo looked back to the key again. His lips twisted up into a hopeful smile, “Maybe... It’s possible…”

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Finally! A chapter with substantially LESS trauma! I’ve had lots of spare time on my hands the first week I’ve been writing this. However, my college classes start up again today, so I’ll be posting less often (hopefully like once every three days? The chapters are pretty short.) I feel like I’ve gotten it off to a good start, and I have a whole arc planned out for each of the storylines so it hopefully doesn't drag. I hope you all continue to enjoy! Please feel free to comment on the story and thank you for reading!

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pocket-ozwynn · 2 years

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Blossoming

GT July 2022 Masterpost: Day 5 - Flowers

Note: This is in the GTU!AU/University!AU! Zelly is mentioned in this and is a Giant, with her Rowan being a Human--with both being students at GTU along with Freyja and Alice in this AU!. Just thought I’d clarify that:)

Enjoy! 💖💜

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Word Count: 1192

Freyja would be the first to admit she was late.

She felt bad. Knowing Alice, he had probably got there at least fifteen minutes early–and she was about thirty minutes late. It was a sweltering afternoon, and even though Freyja was in a tank top and shorts, she felt like she was melting in this heat. She hated to think that Alice was suffering through it because Freyja had taken her sweet time getting here.

However, in Freyja’s defense she had to run all the way to the other side of town to stop by August’s to pick up Alice’s present. Instinctually, she delicately tightened her grip just enough to make sure it wouldn’t fall out. She’d really look like an idiot if she ended up losing the gift that had caused her to be so late in the first place.

Down the county road, she spied the canal glistening in the midday sun. Amidst the green prairie grass and red clay, she saw a pop of lavender right next to the water. Freyja could hear Alice’s voice tinkling on the wind. He was singing some kind of wistful love song. Freyja couldn’t help but blush and hum thoughtfully–her heart began to pound in her chest. Her instinct was to run towards him, but she refrained. She tried slowing her approach and made sure each step was as careful as possible. Freyja would hate to ruin his singing.

Alice looked so…peaceful. Wrapped in a loose, lavender shirt (she was pretty sure it was new. Maybe he got it when he was out with Zelly?) and with his ball cap off and resting at his side. Freyja just…marveled at him. He was so delicate, so petite…he didn’t even stand as tall as her pinky. And yet, he was so full of life and love for her. And despite the abuse and heartbreak he had endured, he always had a song in his heart. It would be so easy to allow for such a weary man in a massive world to grow quiet and cold and callous…but Alice never did. He was so much stronger than he gave himself credit for.

Freyja never wanted to make herself smaller for anyone, but she knew she could be a LOT. And she knew without a shadow of doubt that Alice loved her exactly for who she is. The thought gave Freyja so many butterflies that it brought her close to tears. By this point had stopped paying attention to how heavy her footsteps fell now.

Alice stopped his singing. He peered down into the waters…he gasped and whipped around–his eyes going straight up to meet Freyja’s. He smiled wide. “There you are! Were you trying to sneak up on me?”

“I mean…yeah, kinda.” Freyja smirked and shrugged sheepishly. “Did it work?”

“Nope. Your reflection gave it away.” Alice giggled as he pointed down into the canal. Freyja leaned in and gave a booming chuckle as she noticed her titanic reflection in the water. She guessed she wasn’t as sneaky as she thought.

“Nice try, big girl.” Alice winked up at her. He picked up his ball cap and slipped it back on before patting the dusty ground next to him. Freyja smiled fondly as she gently lowered herself down to sit–and despite her best efforts, she still managed to kick up a bit of a dust cloud with the impact. She tried sitting close enough for it to feel intimate, but with just the right amount of distance that she could still see him without having to twist or bend away.

“Sorry ‘bout the wait…” Freyja sighed as she held her closed fist to her chest while she used her free hand to undo the straps of her Chacos. “Coach had me runnin’ errands, and I lost track of time.” It was a clumsy lie, but not too far-fetched of an excuse.

Freyja held her gift close to her heart which pounded like thunder. She had to contain her nervous excitement. She had to play it cool or else Alice would think something was up.

Freyja yanked off her Chacos with her free hand and tossed them off to the side–they kicked up some dust before coming to rest in the grass. She then slipped her feet into the cool water until they came to rest at the bottom of the canal. She couldn’t help but purr at the lovely chill which earned a bright giggle from Alice.

“Hey, I, um…” Freyja felt her cheeks grow hot. Alice looked up at her, his head tilted curiously to the side. She cleared her throat. “I…got somethin’ for you, Alice. I hope that’s okay?”

Alice blushed. “Oh! Sweetie, you shouldn’t have...”

Freyja’s voice shook as she protested, “I-I-I wanted to though! I...kinda suck at giving gifts, so…hopefully you don’t think it’s too weird or anything…”

She lowered her closed fist down for him–her knuckles resting on the red clay. Alice reached up and placed a hand on the side of one of her curled fingers. The touch was a livewire that sent a chill down Freyja’s spine. She felt each of his little fingers…so gentle and delicate. She could’ve sworn she was able to feel his pulse. Freyja found herself marveling again.

Alice met Freyja’s nervous, flustered eyes. He gently beamed. “Frey…”

He leaned forward and pressed his lips against her knuckle in a loving kiss. Freyja inhaled sharply as she felt her muscles quiver at the peck. Alice pulled back his lips, but kept his hand on her finger. “Whatever it is? I’m going to love it.”

Freyja pursed her lips and nodded slowly. She gently started to unfurl her fingers–with some gentle help from Alice in guiding the finger he had his hand on.

In the center of her palm was a branch of cherry blossoms. It looked so pathetically tiny, and suddenly Freyja was having second thoughts. She wanted to close her hand immediately and claim it was nothing. The branch was no longer than the distance between two of her knuckles, and it had fewer blossoms than Freyja remembered it having originally. It honestly kinda looked pathetic in hindsight.

“I-I, um…” Freyja cleared her throat and blushed bashfully. “I…hope flowers are okay? I remember seeing that you shared that one post on Insta about giving boys more flowers and I, um…I thought you mi-” She pursed her lips, then shook her head. Freyja started to curl her fingers back up, her heart suddenly filled with embarrassment. “Sorry, this is dumb. I shouldn’t ha-”

Freyja was cut off as Alice threw his arms around her finger and hugged with surprising strength. Freyja felt his racing heartbeat flush against her. He buried his face into the muscle of her finger and kissed deeply. She felt Alice’s tears against her skin. Freyja’s eyes were wide–her brain stopped working as she just stared at him.

Alice smushed his cheek against her finger and crooned. “Thank you, Frey...I love it. It’s perfect.”

Freyja’s frame shuddered as she choked back a sob. “Oh…! Well, um…G-good. Cool cool cool, um…I’m…I’m glad you like it, baby boy…I love you."

#ogtoc Freyja #ogtoc Alice #g/t #giant/tiny #wholesome giantess #GTU #University!AU #GTJuly #GTJuly2022

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bunnyscar · 7 months

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The Siliven's Request: Part 5

Thump, thump, thump. Belle’s hooves clumped upon the dirt path rhythmically, kicking up small clouds of dust that floated away across the fields and vanished into the gray sky. On either side of the path, fields of short, dried grass stretched in either direction for miles. The ground here was very flat, though far in the distance could be seen some mountain ranges. Alaine sighed. It seemed like they had been traveling past this scenery for days.

Three months had passed since she left her uncle’s town, and she and Manas had been traveling almost nonstop. Yet none of the towns they had stopped in seemed to have long-term work for a young lady like her, especially one traveling with a Siliven. Though Alaine was becoming somewhat discouraged, Manas seemed unperturbed by their failure to procure a job for her. He assured her they would find one, and if everything else failed, she could use her magic once she got proficient enough. Alaine did not like to think of using her magic to earn money, but she was beginning to wonder if that would be the only solution. It would not be for a while, though. While Alaine could now make peopleforget and remember large chunks of memory, it was very taxing on her physically and she could only do it once or twice a day.

Looking up, Alaine saw a crossroads ahead, the left path trailing off into a grove of trees while the right maintained the same kind of flat, boring scenery they had been passing by. Sitting on a stone to the side of the road was a man, resting before continuing whatever journey he was on. Looking up as the two approached and stopped before him, he set down a pipe he had been lighting. He frowned at the sight of Manas.

“Excuse me, which way to the nearest town?” Manas asked.

The man studied the two with hard eyes. Then he pointed to their right and said gruffly, “Next village is that way. Ain’t no town near here. Other way leads to the capital, but it be plenty of miles off. If yer wanting to stop somewhere close, the village is your best bet. Not that there’s much left of it, since the Silivens destroyed most of it in the war. Heard there’s also disease running through it and killin’ a buncha people, guess that’s why they haven’t been able to rebuild. Dunno if they’d let you near, though. They don’t like Silivens, for obvious reasons.”

Alaine caught her breath. A village that had been destroyed by the Silivens, like hers! A small hope lit in her heart. If this village had survived, was it possible that some people from her village might have lived? She had assumed it was all destroyed, but she had never actually heard for sure. She glanced at Manas, but his face was expressionless. “Thank you,” he said, and continued down the right path. Nudging Belle, Alaine followed.

Just before nightfall, they came to the village, which stood next to a river. The village had indeed been decimated by the Silivens, many of the houses burnt or collapsed. In place of the buildings,makeshift tents had been set up wherever the rubble was not too deep. The people wore thin, tattered clothes. Many shuffled around the ruins with heads bowed, while some just sat in the middle of the rubble and gazed blankly at the darkening sky. In the middle of the village, a large group of people holding bowls stood around a huge pot, waiting their turn as a man spooned some sort of stew into their bowls.

As Manas and Alaine entered the village, someone noticed them and a murmur started among the people, fingers pointing at Manas. Seeing the people’s eyes filled with fear and hate, Alaine began to wonder if coming here had been such a good idea. They weren’t likely to find any work, and it would be mean to take these people’s food. Not to mention they might even be driven out because of Manas.

A tall man with a short black beard approached the two. “I am Cray, the leader of this village. Who are you?” he asked warily.

“Travelers,” Manas replied, “merely looking for a place to spend the night and have a bite to eat.”

Cray narrowed his eyes, apparently trying to discern if Manas was telling the truth. Finally, though, he said, “Very well. But only the young lady will be given food and allowed in the tents. A Siliven isn’t welcome here.” Manas nodded. Cray motioned for the two to follow him.

The people murmured as Cray led Alaine towards the pot, the crowd making way for her. Manas remained outside the circle of people, taking a seat on a burned stump of wood. Cray handed Alaine a bowl and instructed her to wait with the others for stew. Looking around at the thin, tired men, women, and children, Alaine felt guilty for accepting the stew, since it was obvious food was scarce here. But she was very hungry, and she and Manas had already eaten all the food they had bought in the previous town. As her bowl was handed back to her, she accepted the steaming stew gratefully. Making her way through the people, she sat down next to Manas.

Before she could even touch her spoon to her mouth, however, Manas suddenly slapped it out of her hand. She looked at him in surprise, everyone else freezing and staring at him as well. He was frowning at the stew, a strange look in his eye. “Poisoned,” he spat. Alaine’s eyes widened.

“What?” she stammered.

Manas glared at the man Cray, who looked as confused as Alaine. “Your stew is poisoned,” Manas stated. There were murmurs among the people.

“What do you mean?” Cray asked defensively.

Manas rose, peering at the stew in the pot. He glanced up at Cray. “Your people are dealing with some sort of sickness, yes? What are the symptoms?”

Cray blinked. “Yes,” he agreed slowly. “The sick start to lose their eyesight, grow weak until they are bedridden, and slowly fade away. Some have hallucinated,” he explained.

“You use water from that river? Is that the only water source you have?” Manas asked, pointing at the river that lay nearby the village. Cray nodded. Manas strode towards the riverbank, Cray and the villagers trailing behind. Kneeling down, Manas put a hand in the water and sat still for a moment.

Finally, he looked up at Cray and said, “Your river is poisoned.”

“How do you know this?” Cray asked.

“It’s a Siliven trick that I am well acquainted with,” Manas sighed. “Ven’s trick,” he muttered to himself, then louder to Cray, “Most likely it is metal poisoning. There are certain types of metal that arepoisonous to people, and if put into the water, it can poison whoever drinks it. If you keep using this river, you’ll all slowly die.”

The people exchanged anxious and scared looks, their murmurs growing louder. One man stepped forward and said angrily, “And why should we trust what you say? How do we know you ain’t trickin’ us?”

Manas glanced at the man, then shrugged. “Well, you don’t have to,” he said, “but if I were you, I would find a different river to use.”

“There isn’t another river nearby,” Cray objected.

“Then why don’t you move and find another one?” Manas suggested.

“You think moving a whole village is that easy? Most of our people are either sick or weak from starvation. We wouldn’t last a day of travel, and there isn’t another water source for miles,” Cray argued.

Manas shrugged again. “You could just leave the sick and those too weak to travel,” he commented. Some of the villagers exclaimed angrily, clenching their fists and glaring at Manas.

Alaine spoke up quickly, “Manas, you said that it was poisoned because the metal was in the water. Is there any way we could get the metal out?”

The Siliven frowned at her. “Yes, there is a way I can get the metal out, but it would be rather a pain,” he replied slowly.

“Won’t you do it, Manas? It’s the least thing we can do, since they’re letting us stay here,” insisted Alaine.

“We don’t need no Siliven helping us!” one man cried. Several other people murmured agreements, while a few looked at each other uncertainly.

“Please, let us help. Manas won’t trick you, however rude he may be. I’ll make sure he doesn’t,” Alaine pleaded, turning to Cray. The leader hesitated, glancing once more at Manas, who had raised an eyebrow at Alaine’s remark.

Cray sighed, then agreed, “All right. I suppose we don’t have much to lose anyway.”

Manas frowned, then turned back to the water. “It’ll take me an hour at least, and I’ll need to concentrate, so you might as well all go back to the village,” he said in a somewhat annoyed tone. The villagers dispersed, heading slowly back to their stew. Cray and Alaine stayed by the river, however, watching as Manas put both hands into the river.

“How exactly are you going to remove the poison? We never saw any metal in there,” Cray asked.

“Of course you wouldn’t, the metal pieces are too small for that. No, the river gets poisoned by minuscule pieces of metal, which you all then drink and get too much of in your bodies, and then it messes you humans up. As a Siliven, however, I won’t get poisoned by metal. So all I have to do is absorb it from the water,” Manas explained.

“Absorb it? You can do that?” Alaine asked in surprise.

Manas scowled and snapped, “Yes, but it requires concentration, so shut up.”

Alaine and Cray watched as the Siliven sat there quietly. It didn’t seem like he was doing anything, just kneeling with both hands submerged in the water. Then Alaine thought she noticed that his hands seemed to have disappeared. Or rather, they had become liquid, flowing about with the water. Alaine opened her mouth to ask Manas about his hands, but shut her mouth at the tense look on his face. It was better to leave him alone.

At last, Manas took his hands out, now solid again, and stood. Stretching, he sighed wearily. “The water should be safe now,” he told Cray. Cray glanced warily at the river. Kneeling down, Alaine took a handful of the water and sipped it. Her eyes brightened at how fresh it tasted, and she motioned eagerly for Cray to try it as well.

“You have sick people who are still alive?” Manas questioned after Cray had indeed tasted that the water was clean.

“Yes,” Cray responded. “Why do you ask?”

“What, you don’t want me to un-poison them?” Manas asked.

Cray started and Alaine stared. “You can do that?” she asked breathlessly.

“Yes, yes, it’s similar to getting poison out of water. Blood’s a liquid too, isn’t it?” Manas grumbled. “Go on and show me your invalids. It’s a pain, but I’ll do it,” he said with a scowl. Wordlessly, Cray led Manas and Alaine to one of the tents. Several people were lying on thin, dirty cots in the tent, listlessly staring at nothing or tossing restlessly on their beds.

Manas motioned for Alaine to come with him. He knelt next to one of the invalids. Murmuring to Alaine, he told her, “You might as well help too. It’s not the most comfortable experience to get poison out, so make them remember good things while I’m working.”

“But I’m not ready to--”Alaine started to protest, but stopped as Manas turned to her. It was only for a few seconds, but he opened his eyes all the way and stared into her, his blue eyes almost glowing. Then he turned back to the patient, eyes half-lidded again, putting a hand on the person’s arm. Swallowing and taking a deep breath, Alaine murmured, “Person, remember good things.” She knew it was a vague command, but she didn’t know what else to say. She had no idea what memories this man might have. To her relief, the man’s tense and gaunt face softened into a smile.

Manas meanwhile had turned one of his fingers into a sharp needle which he inserted into the man’s arm. Alaine could not tell what he did after that, but after a moment or two he took his finger out, leaving barely a mark. They moved on to the next patient, a young girl with long black hair that lay limply on her cot, looking almost dead. Alaine repeated the same words as last time. But this time, she saw something.

A man and a woman, hugging her and laughing. A little boy pulling her along towards a field full of wild flowers, picking them and shoving them in her lap, asking big sister to make a flower wreath for him. Watching fireflies in the evening outside a small house.

With a gasp, Alaine jerked backwards slightly, feeling disoriented to see herself again in the tent. Manas glanced at her curiously, then motioned for her to follow him to the next patient. The same thing happened with this patient, only this time she saw little children clustering around her and calling her father, a lady smiling at her fondly, farm men cutting hay and joking with her. It felt as though she were there, in the house and in the field. As though she were herself, but also someone else. Was she seeing the memories of these people?

This strange occurrence happened with each of the patients. She only had a few minutes with each, for Manas worked quickly, but there were several invalids. By the time they finished, Alaine felt as though she had lived dozens of lives and seen hundreds of different people besides the ones in here. She was thoroughly exhausted, not only from these memories but also from the fact that she had never used her magic this much. Manas too looked tired. But to the villagers’ surprise, all of the patients were much better, some sleeping peacefully, others sitting up and talking with more energy than the villagers who had not been sick. Cray approached the two travelers, wonder in his eyes.

“How—how did you do this,” he stammered.

Wearily, Manas asked, “Is there a place we can rest?”

Cray nodded, and the two were given some cots to sleep on in a corner of the tent. Alaine was barely aware of lying down, she was so tired, and she immediately fell into a deep sleep.

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