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doctordbd · 1 year

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Power struggle pt. 2

Since you guys wanted it so much I present to you power struggle. This is just the after math of what happened after part one, i actually don’t recommend reading the first one since it was so bad and that was more of a self indulgence for me. I was questioning my sexuality and gender at the time (lol) but if you want to read it it’s right here (I might delete the first one later and redo it)

: pt. 1

Warnings: belly bulge, sub frank, dom reader, hints of sexual favors, top reader, no pronouns used for reader but they have a ding dong, dumbifaction, Dacryphilia because Frank is a cry baby. Frank having a sexual crisis, public sex sort of, almost getting caught, drool, gapping. Cream pie, no proper after care, a lil bit of Dwight x reader?? 🤨 obvious NSFW below the line

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“Guhh!” The feeling of sweat ran down Frank’s neck, his body was hot. The smell of sex clinging onto his body like a deep cologne. His face flushed as he hid it in a pillow that occupied the bare bed in the house that sat at the top of the cold wind farm map. Body shaking as he tried to mimic the feeling of having something fill him. Inexperienced fingers working to find his sweet spot all the while lazily stroking his cock.

Frank didn’t know what was happening to him. After that trial with.. you, he hasn’t been able to do anything normally. The thought of you and the thought of you inside of him was taking over every waking moment. Making out with Julie has even become weird as he had never been on the submissive side before and now with this new found kink he doesn’t know if he wants to stop.

It was one time but ever since then he hasn’t been able to look you in the eye. Frank wasn’t clear if it was out of pride or embarrassment but he couldn’t bear to face you for a long time. Hell, he couldn’t even look at his teams face for a while, the thought of telling them or them seeing him in such a state haunted him.

That was why he was in cold wind, before Frank wasn’t scared to jerk one off in one of the rooms in Ormand. It was their sanctuary after all. Their place of rest. But now it drove Frank mad worrying someone might catch him touching himself in such a way. At least here he would be provided a little more privacy knowing rarely anyone comes up here.

The problem for privacy was solved, the main problem now is why is his orgasm taking so long? His slender fingers were all he thought he needed to get the job done, but it wasn’t working. It wasn’t you. The excessive spit that he used for a makeshift lube leaked out of his hole as he hopelessly tried to find the certain bundle of nerves that would have him seeing stars.

Frank choked out a sob, letting tears fall down his blotched face, growing frustrated at his feeble attempts of getting off. He tried to picture you doing it to him. Your hands on his chest, playing with his sensitive nipples. Your tongue tracing over the bite marks you would litter his body with. Frank shivered at the thought.

He wanted you to ruin him.

After a while of no progress and the constant thrust of his fingers started to hurt he pulled out. His walls clenching around nothing hoping for something to fill it.

Frank weakly sat up from the pillow, a grimace look found it’s way on his face as he saw how much droll and tears he left on it. He truly is pathetic, whining and crying for God knows how long for a person who fucked him just out of hatred and spite.

He wanted to hate you for it, but he couldn’t. He didn’t know what to do.

He flipped the pillow, using the dry side to wipe the spit that slid down his digits.

Pulling his pants up and placing his mask back on his face he walked out of the Thompson residents, stumbling a little after having toyed with his now sore hole for what he could guess was for hours. Hands in his pocket as he planned on what to do next. But one thing was for certain, he needed to see you.

Frank leant on a tree just outside of the survivors camp. There were too many damn cabins to tell which one was yours. Hoping to catch you leave the food hall as it seems all the survivors just finished eating and were making their way back to their individual cabins.

And that’s when he saw you. Did you get a new cosmetic? Because it seems there was something different about you today. You carried yourself with your head held high as you chatted with your fellow survivors. It irked Frank knowing his and your interaction made you that way.

He couldn’t help but also notice your ensemble; a military green shirt that warped tightly around your frame, him taking note of how good of a job it did showing your muscles. The dog tags bouncing up and down everytime you took a confident stride. Along with the army greens tactical pants and black combat boots to match.

You truly were a sight to see as Frank had caught himself staring just a little too long, too hypnotized by your strong arms that were littered with scars. Your hand that held flashlight with great strength.

With a painful punch to his chest he tried to collect himself. He needed to focus. But it was so hard when it came to you, evidence being he was becoming completely undone just by looking at you.

At this point you had seemingly said your goodbyes and was making your way to your cabin. The group you were with one by one slipped away into their own cabins leaving you the only one left. It was quite a ways to go to get to yours. You walked for a bit longer before hearing a singular “hey”. You turned around fully expecting to see one of your friends coming back to tell you something, but you quickly realized that the sound was coming from the thick wood that circled the camp.

It wasn’t the first time Danny or even Trickster would come over and try to scare you guys. So you were quite surprised to see the one and only Frank Morrison whispering to you through some bushes. Him obviously not wanting to be seen as he hid some of his body behind a tree.

It had been a while since you had talked with Frank and you couldn’t really blame him, the shame one would feel being completely plowed by someone that is supposed to be lesser then them would be unimaginable. A smirk had a way onto your face as you remembered the trial, truth be told it has been on your mind a lot too.

“Didn’t think I’d hear from you again, Frank.” you start, eyes musing on his mask that was slightly off his face revealing the visibly hate filled expression.

Frank gritted his teeth, he wanted to say something, anything, but his tongue suddenly felt too big for his throat. You tilted your head in confusion.

“You’re the one who called me over here, and yet you have nothing to say.” You crossed your arms as you waited patiently for an answer.

“If you’re worried I’ve told someone, don’t worry I didn’t. Wouldn’t want to hurt your killer rep, now would I?” You said in a fake concerned tone. A tone the Frank couldn’t stand. He hung his head low trying to figure out what to say.

After a few more moments of uncomfortable silence you decide to start heading back to your cabin, walking away from the flustered killer. Frank panicking knowing this might be his last chance getting to see you alone.

“Wait!” He whisper yelled you stopped in your tracks yet again. Turning your head towards the killer, a bored expression dressed your face as you were in no mood to play games.

Frank looked around one last time before extending his arm out to you. You looked at his hand and back to his face, he must’ve been out of his mind if he thought you’d follow him into the deep, dark wood.

In the camp you were safe, secure. Out there he could do almost anything to you under the entity’s rule. Yet, momma always did say that your curiosity would get the better of you one day. With a huff of disbelief mostly aimed at yourself, you took his hand. The familiar burn of power gracing your senses. Whatever gave you power that trial was definitely back and ready for seconds.

Frank must’ve felt it too, tugging your arm not in a demanding way, but in an almost servile way. Like you were in control and he was merely moving you along, like a child would do to their parent, rushing them along to get to their desired destination.

Reluctantly, you followed the young killer to wherever he wanted to take you, his eyes foward and his mouth shut, you decide to do the same thing as the walk there was dead quiet. The only noise being the twigs that snapped under your feet.

You make note of how far you walked from the camp, whatever he wanted to do he wanted to do privately.

All of a sudden, Frank stops in his tracks, you being unaware of the action knocking into him. Regaining your balance you apologize, only for Frank to grab you by your shirt and shove you against a tree, pulling you into a deep kiss.

The kiss itself was enough to make you throw him off of you but you noticed how his body reacted to the kiss, the hands that he used to shove you into the tree were now clawing at the fabric of the sleeves. His legs buckled and were seemingly about to give out. You gingerly grabbing his waist to help him as he leaned more into you. Exploring your mouth as he let out whorish moans, like you were the most addicting drug, he was craving more of you.

With a paining groan Frank detached his lips from yours, a string of saliva connecting you two.

Heavy breaths filled the air, your head leaning back against the tree eyes closed in bliss, been a while since you’ve last had this.

You opened your eyes and looked down at the quivering male, his once hate filled eyes now completely blown out and filled with lust. Tear collecting at the corners. Was he about to cry?

The sight itself made you groan, using the grip on his hips to bring them closer to yours. Roughly grinding against him as if you were in rut. Frank welcoming it with open arms as wrapped his arms around your neck, hiding his face in your shirt, his drooling problem coming back into light as he was quick to cover your shirt collar in saliva.

Holy shit did that turn you on

You used your strength to turn him over. Now he was pinned against the tree and your chest was to his back, not allowing much room for him, but yet again that was the point. Shoving past his belt of faulty bullets you ran your hand along side his leaking shaft. Frank bucking his hips to try and gain friction from your hand that you kept pulling away. Just enough were he was aching for your touch but enough were he could still feel you touch him.

His face was now in his elbow as he let out loud huffs of frustration from your teasing. A part of him just wanted to push you over and ride you in the middle of the forest. So he can finally itch the scratch you’ve left that trial. But he wanted this even more. He wanted your hands on him, the hands that would make his skin feel on fire every time you touched, squeezed and prodded at him. He wanted your face close to his like it is now. Whispering at him. Calling him a whore, a slut, your slut.

He wanted all of you and more, so he complied with your teasing. As much as it pained him to, deep down he really loved it.

Frank let out a strangled cry as you finally wrapped your large hand around his cock. His precum providing a good lube as you wasted no time moving your hand up and down his shaft. His legs buckled under him as you set a brutal pace with your hand. Frank bucking in your hands slightly, but enough for you notice and coo at him.

His face was hot even though his mask was long tossed away and forgotten. Your words making him even more flustered then he already was, if that was possible.

The tightening feeling in his stomach made him let out an embarrassingly loud and pitiful moan. Something he would be embarrassed about later but not right now. Right now he was savoring the feeling of his rapidly approaching orgasm.

You felt the thrusts in your hand speed up, slopping and uneven. He was fucking himself with your hand, your dick reacting with an excited twitch that Frank felt on his backside. Groaning at the friction while rolling his eyes to the back of his skull. He gave a final thrust before he released all over your hand and landing some on the tree in front of him. Pumping your hand a few times to help him ride out his orgasm.

After a while, Frank started to jerk away from your hand. You find it cute as his face contorts back and forth from blissed to overstimulated. Finally letting go of his cock, you bring your hand up to his face for him and you to see the glistening hot liquid seep down your fingers. He tried to turn his head but you were quick to grab his jaw and turn his head back to his mess.

“Don’t be embarrassed to look at the mess you’ve made.”

Frank groaned at your words. feeling you release his jaw and used your clean hand to shove his pants down even more along with his boxers, gripping at the firm mounds before stepping back and crouching down. pulling his hips towards you so he was now bent over. Franks hands still clinging onto the tree.

“W-what are you doin -NGH- ah!”

Frank tried to talk but was quickly silenced by you spreading his ass open and using Frank’s -now cold- load to trace around his rim. You had fun running your finger over the bumpy skin while listening to Frank trying to keep himself quiet. All the while trying to stand on his on two feet without your help. It was a real challenge not to just fall down on the moist forest floor and have you take him there. But he pushed through, or so he thought when you abruptly shoved two fingers into his hole. Franks back arched while his fingers dug into the tree bark, hanging on for dear life as his legs were now jelly.

the lewd shlick sounds made Frank whine as you teased around his sweet bundle of nerves, you knew where it was but you purposely ignored it, it made Frank look back at you with a weak scowl. You on the other hand watch with pure fascination at how eager his hole was. swallowing your fingers with such need to be filled, it nearly made you drool.

You knew his orgasm was coming when his long flustered moans turned to high pitched broken ones. Frank trying his best to hide it but failing miserably.

Your goal wasn’t to get another orgasm out of him but to prepare him for you. so you took your fingers out at a painfully slow pace. Watching as his hole clench around nothing. Only god knows how much you want to ruin this man.

You sit up and finally unzip your pants. Haven grown unbearably tight since the moment his lips touched yours. Freeing your cock out of it’s confining prison. Standing proud and tall, with your aching tip producing a hefty amount of precum. with a sigh of relief you began stroking yourself, smearing your pre all over your cock. Running your thumb over the slit a couple of times.

With a few more strokes you let it go and let it fall on Franks backside, Frank moaning at the hot and heavy mass on his back, feeling you move back and forth leaving a gorgeous trail of your semen on his back. After a few pleas and whines from Frank to quit your teasing, you eventually grab ahold of your throbbing member and align it to his hole. Pushing in at a slow speed, making Frank groan.

“S-stop fuckin teasIN. And just put it in already-”

With a huff you pushed the rest in, bottoming out fully. Setting a brutal pace as you forced his hips to yours at every thrust. Frank letting out a shrill cry that would wake any forest animal if the entity’s realm had any. The sheer power you had over him made Frank lightheaded. After ignoring you- ignoring himself for so long he finally had you. He finally felt content with himself. That itch was finally being scratched.

Franks constant nagging was getting on your last nerve, so you were pleased to see he had his face in his elbow. Letting out a short moan every time you thrusted into him. Tears threaten to spill at the cover of his eyes, Frank was in total bliss. Havin being filled once more by you was a dream come-

“Are you sure you saw them go this way”

Frank froze, supposedly you too, as your thrusts slowed down, but not entirely stopping. There were people in the words.

People looking for you two.

“I’m sure Cheryl, Frank took them somewhere around here.”

Of course.

Dwight and Cheryl.

Frank would be glaring at them and run them off if you weren’t balls deep inside of him. If you two get caught what would happen to him? What would happen if the other killers found out? When they find out that a killer already constantly looked down upon gets caught getting his guts rearranged by a survivor? The one thing in this God forsaken world he’s supposed to hunt, torture, and kill? Everything that he’s worked hard to get will be in shambles. He is putting himself and his team at risk, so why did he do it?

Because it feels so good.

The tears that threaten to fall earlier quickly decide to finally spill past his eyes. He wasn’t in the right state of mind to do anything else so he did the only thing he could do at the moment, and that was to cry. You rip your eyes from the two curious survivors and back at Frank, this is the first time in your life that you wished Dwight wasn’t such a good friend.

So you snaked one of your hands that were previously grabbing his hips and covered his quivering mouth as you started to thrust your hips at a much faster pace. Frank moaning at the returning pleasure. His eyes foggy but not leaving the two people walking dangerously close to were they were. You saw Frank look back at you with pleading eyes. Those eyes, those eyes did nothing but make you want to fuck him even more. You lean down next to his ear and say:

: You -huff- don’t want to get caught right? Then I’m gonna need ya to -huff- stay quiet for me ok? Can’t have all your friends know what -huff- you do in your free time.”

You watched as his reaction changed from pleading to absolute mess. Tears now streaming down his face and drool seeped through your fingers as your ruthless pace never faltered, your free hand now on his cock. Stroking it with the same speed you were fucking him in.

You had no intent on stopping till you were finished and satisfied. The two of you getting caught would be a minor inconvenience for you but you knew the fear Frank must feel right about now, You could’ve stopped but, at the end of the day it didn’t seem like Frank wanted you to stop all that much. You were in full control of this moment, it was your choice were this was going to go.

This is the type of power that you’ve heard about that most grow drunken on.

You’ve made up your mind and continued to thrust into him. Your hand doing everything in its power to keep Frank’s noises in. As it seems like he picked this time to babble and moan the loudest.

You listen with open ears as you heard Dwight and Cheryl’s footsteps shuffle away, relief washing over the both of you. Or what was once relief now panic when one of your thrusts hit his special spot. The one leaving him seeing white. The one spot that made Frank let out a high-pitched moan the surpassed your hands and out onto Dwight’s careful ears, turning around momentarily.

“Did you hear that?”

Frank didn’t know what did it, maybe it was the fact that he was moments away from being caught, and the fear of being caught excited him. Or the way your length stretched him out to the point it felt like you were fucking his brain, his hand on his stomach right over the noticeable bulge that would come to rearrange his insides one thrust at a time. Or maybe it was you, your large body pressed against his, as you work to pleasure him and yourself. Going the extra mile as to cover his mouth for him for his was too shaky to actually do anything. Whatever the reason it was enough to finally tip the scale. Frank shaking under you a -little more harshly this time- before at last cumming all over your hand. His hips didn’t know either to buck into your hand or onto your cock. So he did a sloppy version of both. Legs shaking as his juices leaked from your hand and onto the ground, riding out his delicious high.

You couldn’t really focus much on him because you watch with careful eyes as you see Dwight look around one last time before turning around and walking the opposite way.

“You’re definitely just hearing things, just like how your just seeing things. Besides what would [name] be doing with Frank anyway?” Cheryl said.

“*sigh maybe your right, I just.. I don’t know, I guess I’m just seeing things” Dwight said putting his hand on his head, his face a little flushed. Something Cheryl picked up on quickly.

The two survivors finally walking away finally leaving you and Frank to your own devices. You watched as they finally disappeared behind the tree line. Releasing your hand from Franks mouth, you looked down. Frank was immobile, cheek pressed against the rough tree bark and hands lightly pressed against the tree as well. Weak butchered moans left his mouth every time you thrusted into him.

He was a sight indeed, the very thing you needed to see to get you going again. Putting your hands back on his hips you used his body to get yourself off. Throwing your head back as his walls clamped around you, his walls shaped just for you and you only. He did come to you after all, he wanted you again, he wanted to be filled with you again. The thought threw you over the edge, your hips meeting as you burrowed yourself in him. emptying yourself into his warm hole. Frank letting out a long groan at the feeling of being full of your seed. You can tell it was too much for him to take as some of your semen escaped out of his hole. Droplets hitting the ground.

After a while you pull out, taking a step back to look at the mess you’ve made. The lack of support caught up with Frank as he slid down the tree and onto the forest floor. A firm reminder of the first night you had together.

His gapping hole was your best work, Frank’s ass covered and dripping in your cum. As well as the red hand marks on his hips, a telltale sign of your former roughness. Marks that -if you weren’t in the entity’s realm- would definitely bruise later.

And his face, his face was the embodiment of sexual bliss. Being satisfied to the point where one would pass out. It was almost endearing. But you had no plans but to be nothing more then just fuck buddies. Maybe sex for your life? it seemed like a fair deal. If he didn’t agree there was always blackmail, but you had a feeling he would agree. So with your last remaining strength you wrench his pants back over his waist. Picking up his mask and pulling it back over his face, moving the strands of dirty hair off his sweaty forehead.

After that you pick him up and walk him over to a new area one where there wasn’t any semen on the trees. He reeked of sex and so did you so you took his jacket off and laid it next to him. Maybe that’ll air him out. You thought your plan was flawless till you saw a wet patch around his butt area.

Fuck

You totally forgot about the total cream pie you gave this guy about 20 minutes prior. You quickly took the jacket and put it over his lap. Maybe he’ll take that as a warning to walk around with caution.

You got up from your knees and dusted them off. Putting your hands on your hips while you look down at Frank.

‘Funny how time repeats itself huh?’

You let out a snicker, Fixing up the best you can without really being able to see yourself. Buckling your pants to finish, you began to walk away from Frank. Before he called you into the woods you really had no plans, but now you were feeling rather drained, so now you were going to sleep good tonight.

That’s what you thought before a singular crow landed on your shoulder. Looking right into your eyes with its beady little ones. You let out a little chuckle before letting the fog consume you.

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“I’m sorry for dragging you out into the woods off only a hallucination.” Dwight apologizes. His fingers fiddling with each other, head held low. They were nearly to the camp as the smoke from the fire can be seen close up ahead.

Cheryl looked back at him with a friendly smile.

“It’s no worries, you thought you saw someone you care about going into the forest with some killer. Your a good friend, Dwight.” She reassures.

Putting a hand on his shoulder her friendly smile quickly turned into a teasing smirk.

“But thinkin about Y/n so much to the point that your seeing them everywhere is quite suspicious don’t change think hm? Are we gonna talk about that? Why are they on your mind so much Dwight~?”

Dwight’s face flushed at the assumption. Pushing her away and covering his face.

“No, no! it’s not like that! W-we’re just friends!”

“Sure, sure you can lie to yourself all you want but I know the truth.” Cheryl teased, Dwight letting out an embarrassed groan, opening his fingers slightly. Peering off onto the vast forest. You two were merely just friends..

Right?

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So I sense some Dwight x reader chemistry?🤔 maybe, maybe not. You will never know. Have a good day/evening/night guys love you 🖤 might get another fic today if not today then definitely tomorrow

Edit: Im still editing this even tho I already published it. Im so bad at this. I need to reread my fics more often and not just when I finish uploading them

#dbd #slasher fucker #love you #fanfic #horror #smut #frank is a bottom #frank morrison #frank Morrison is bbg #dbd fanfic #dead by daylight fanfic #dom reader #top reader #top male reader #male reader #slasher x reader #sub character #amab reader #no gender terms used but I’m putting male because we need more fics

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carousellights · 1 year

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The Boy With The Headset | Part 2

Synopsis: The world was always so loud. Moving so fast without any care for the people who might get left behind.

All the commotion of college seems to put Y/n’s life on autopilot. Her only safe haven being the almost absolute quiet of her dorm room.

Jisung can’t seem to handle the constant sounds of life preferring to drown himself in music instead.

The boy with the headphones who sits next to Y/n seems to blend their noises into a perfect melody.

Word count: 1.4K

Pairing: music major! han x student! reader

Genre: friends to lovers, fluff, angst, slow burn, mutual pining

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Jisung straightens out his posture as he hears the click of Changbin coming in. Changbin sets the food on the table, starting to unpack the bags while setting all the different foods in their correct place. Another click of the door causes Jisung to turn his head. “Sorry I'm back so late I was at the studio helping some of the guys in the dance department.” Chan sat in his respective spot while opening his food he mumbles a quick thank you to Changbin.

While Jisung could admit that his roommates were louder than he liked most of the time he could never imagine living with anyone else. They were very considerate of the fact that Jisung just needed places to be a bit quieter. Too much noise at once made him feel like exploding. He even cherished moments like this. Eating in complete silence gave him time to prepare himself for the conversation that would flow later.

As they all finished eating Chan took everyone's trash, putting it into the trash while the two other boys made their way to the living room. Once they all got comfortable, Chan decided to break the silence, “So did she end up helping with the track?” as Jisung was thinking of how to answer Changbins voice filled his mind “Wait, Jisung you had someone else listen to your track? Are you replacing me?” Finally gathering his thoughts Jisung decides to speak, “yeah she helped me a lot actually. Though I think I'll come with you to the studio tomorrow because I have to redo the guide.”

Chan tilts his head “why do you have to redo it? Did the guide get deleted too?” Jisung shakes his head but before he can answer he feels Changbin hit his shoulder “Don't ignore me. I'm very confused. Who is this girl?” Jisung lowers his head filling him in on the details, “also I need to redo the guide because I think the vocals need to be higher to flow better.”

As Chan clicked on a show he lowers the volume and put on subtitles looking at Jisung to see if the volume was ok. As the first episode ends he can't help but remember that he hasn't responded to you yet. As he pulls out his phone he feels like he's being watched. Looking up he sees that his friends are leaning over to see what he was doing. “You guys are so noisy” he mumbles and reads over Y/n’s text again while his thumbs hover over the keyboard.

“Dude just text her back she's going to think you're avoiding her.” Jisung glances at Changbin before drafting out his text. What should he even say? Was it too weird to respond so late to her message? Just as he was about to delete it, Chan reached over and hit send. His heart dropped. Turning off his phone he set it down turning to Chan. “Don't look at me like that ji! If I didn't send it we both know you would have just deleted it.” As the show continues in the background he feels a buzz looking down your name lights up his screen.

Y/n: Great! I'll try to get us the same spot as last time!

While smiling he types a reply sending and tries his hardest to not overthink.

Jisung: I'm looking forward to it

Her heart is pounding. Standing in a crowded supermarket was not her plan. Why the market was crowded on a Friday night was a mystery to her. After seeing his text Y/n couldn't help wanting to get the snacks right away. Just to be prepared. Making new friends was hard. Which is why she couldn't pick between getting sweet or savory snacks. If Jisung didn't like the snacks she brought then he wouldn't want to hang out again. At least that's Y/n’s way of thinking.

Y/n needed to pick fast. The muddled conversations were becoming too much for her to handle. With her clouded judgment, Y/n places both options in her cart and rushes to check out. The beep coming from each scanned item brings her closer and closer to wanting to leave the store. Wanting to just be back in her room.

As she walks through the door Y/n sets down her groceries putting them into their places in the pantry or fridge. Just try to study this weekend so you won't be such a mess on Monday. Grabbing her backpack Y/n sits down laying her papers out in front of her. Placing her most important papers closest to her. Y/n picks up the small note Jisung left. His handwriting is messy and crooked. Was this his normal handwriting or was it rushed? Smiling, she opens the note and puts it into an empty drawer.

After looking at her notes for thirty minutes straight Y/n realized that trying to study was a lost cause. Not being able to focus without someone else also working near her. Not even bothering to put her notes away Y/n heads to the bathroom to wash up.

Laying in bed with her wet hair thoughts just keep racing in her mind. At times like these Y/n wonders if having such a quiet apartment was a curse. There was an ache, a yearning, nothing she thought of could satisfy it. Standing up Y/n takes out her CDs and plays a random track hoping to distract her. Laying in her bed just seems to give her the same fate. Drifting off to sleep.

Sitting in the last class of her Monday schedule was normally ok. But normally Y/n wasn't waiting for the clock to read 12:20 so she could leave. The professor's words seemed to drag on with no end. As soon as the clock turned, Y/n stood from her chair and rushed out of the class. Walking across campus usually gave her a way to clear her mind. Yet today was not normal. The sound of the wind blowing through the trees filled her mind. The sound of her shoes hitting the pavement.

Making it to the library Y/n sets her bag down on the chair and rushes to her apartment. She needed to keep that spot. She maybe had twenty minutes to get the snacks and get back to the table before someone else moved her things. Rushing in, Y/n grabbed a beach bag and stuffed it with everything she had picked up on Friday. Did she need to bring drinks? Did Jisung consider drinks a part of snacks? Looking at the time she divides to just leave with what she has now.

Walking back into the library Y/n sets down the snacks and sets her notes on the table. Biting her lip she starts spreading out her papers. Brushing away the feeling of guilt by remembering Jisung’s note. Pulling out her phone it's 1:20 pm. Glancing around her she then texts Jisung.

Y/n: I got us the same spot!

Sighing Y/n stands up and looks at the books surrounding their table. As the seconds ticked by, few people began leaving. Maybe due to late afternoon classes. After reading the spine of the books for the second time she checks her phone again. 1:40 pm. She checks the text to Jisung. Unread. Sitting at the table she contemplated packing up. Staring at the notes she hears a small voice behind her.

“I'm sorry I'm late. I was picking up some drinks for us.” Jisung sat down and pulled his laptop out from under his shoulder. “I didn't really know what drinks you liked so I got a few.” he set down his bag on his chair and pulled out a variety of drinks. Once they were all set out you stood up and set down all the snacks on the table. “I didn't know what snacks you liked so I got a few.” Their eyes found each other and they broke out in laughter. Y/n calmed her laughing with a faint smile still on her lips. As she looks at him she notices his eyes have a shine to them even with the minimal light surrounding them. As they study, they fall into what seems to already be their routine. The faint music from Jisung’s headphones seemed to be the only noise that Y/n needed. It wasn't overwhelming. It was perfect.

As the evening stretched on, all of Y/n’s built-up work was done. Leaning over she sees Jisung playing his track. Looking at the sticky notes placed by the touchpad she sees a small note. Titled ‘Y/n’s likes’ on it is written her favorite drinks and snacks.

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#skz x reader #skz fluff #skz angst #han jisung #han jisung fics #han jisung x reader #han x reader #skz series #stray kids x reader #stray kids fluff #stray kids angst

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emilythezeldafan · 6 months

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Waiting In The Wings [Hello Puppets]

Warnings: abuse alluded to, feeling overshadowed, I got kinda lazy LMAO, ignoring the fact puppets kinda need human hosts to get around and do this shit. Might delete this and redo it later honestly smh.

@graceandtheidiotsquad

@ anyone

"BELLA!" The Ballerina Marionette was distracted from her thoughts by the rather loud voice of the resident artist who she happened to share a room with. Great. She really didn't know if she wanted to see him right now - not that she had anything against him, no, she loved him like a brother - albeit a slightly annoying one - she just...didn't feel her best today. And getting near deafened wasn't exactly helping. Using a hand to push back her curtain, she greeted Nick with a tilt of the head. "...Hello, Nick."

"Is something wrong?" Of course, he would notice something wrong when she didn't want him to. "There's nothing wrong." The reply came out shorter and more impatient than she intended it to, she could try leaving, retreating back behind her curtain as she usually did when faced with confrontation, but Nick was a persistent one, when he wanted to be. "Are you su-"

"I'M FINE, NICHOLAS!" The Ballerina yelled, immediately feeling guilty - she knew how Nick could get when someone raised their voice at him, although she had yet to discover why. "...If you're really determined to find out what's the matter with me, I suppose it's your right to know. I don't know how to say this...so I'll just have to do it your way." The Marionette inhaled, and started to...sing?

"Guess we all are born with parts to play

Some of us are stars, and some are just in the way

I know I was meant for glory

But that's never what my story brings

And yet I keep on waiting..."

She took a breath, not that she even needed to breathe, and continued.

"When you have the passion and the drive

You expect your moment center stage to arrive

I show up with heart ablazing

Ready to achieve amazing things

But I'm left waiting in the wings...."

"....Is this how you really feel?" Nick was...shocked to say the least, he'd had no idea what Bella was feeling this whole time.

"I hear my cue, and yet I'm kept there waiting

Know what to do, and still I stand there waiting

It's always someone else who sings

While I'm left waiting in the wings

And so I keep on keeping on....

My chances come and then I blink and they're gone

Always overlooked unfairly

While pretending that it barely stings

But it stings, yes, it stings....!

And I'll shed no tears, I'll only keep on waiting

If no one cheers, well, I can keep on waiting

Who cares how loud the silence rings

You'll find me waiting in the wings..."

"I was never meant to be a star. I mean, look at me- you're the showman, the one who catches everyones' stare. ...I'm just there." Bella sighed, turning to go back behind her curtain, but Nick grabbed hold of her arm. "....For once, I don't know what to say. I had no idea you felt this way. I never meant to make you feel second rate. Without you, this place would probably be torn apart by hate." Truthfully, he felt guilty. Sure, he knew he was amazing he hated himself, even though Mortimer didn't seem to think so, but he never meant to make anyone feel like they were inferior! That wouldn't be very nice of him at all.

"....If you start self-blaming, I'll slap you." She weakly chuckled, breath still shuddering slightly - feeling at least a little better - enough to notice something. "...What happened to your face? I'm pretty sure that wasn't there before." ...There was a crack on his face. Not unlike the ones running across her body, and something about it being there made her feel slightly sick.

"Nothing." The answer came quickly. A little too quickly. "...I'm going to find out one way or another." An overdramatic sigh.

"...It was Mortimer."

#hello puppets #hello puppets: midnight show #nick nack #riley ruckus #daisy danger #hello puppets!#bella the ballerina [oc]#Mortimer Handee #Mortimer Handee slander #not a ship btw!#they have a sibling relationship #GOD that sucked #I'm probably gonna rewrite this whole thing I cannot bear to look at it #might write the confrontation with Mortimer separately

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ranhaitanisgf · 3 years

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nahoya kawata (smiley) & souta kawata (angry) meeting female delinquent twins: nahoya kawata [smiley] ending

[𖤐] i really hate how this turned out because i feel like this dialogue is ass, but oh well. gotta post something LMAO and also i'm too lazy to make a header so just take this idk man

part one

❧ masterlist

the words that nahoya had spoken to you before you had entered the shop stuck with you for the rest of the night, and you weren’t exactly sure why that was. you could tell that you were pretty spaced out while you all were eating, but you couldn’t bring yourself to participate in the conversation when your thoughts were running wild.

your sister and yourself had never really had a lot of people close by to lean on who understood you, which is why you learned to rely on each other because you were the only ones who understood each other. this is why it came as a bit of a shock to you to learn that there was other people who could understand you, and vice versa.

he could understand me…

the dynamic that the kawata twins had was similar to the one that you had with your sister, so you weren’t sure why it was such a surprise to you that nahoya had been able to pick up on what you were thinking. perhaps it was because you weren’t used to having somebody else besides your sister be able to pick up on your mannerisms, (it was pretty amazing though how quickly nahoya had been able to tell though).

you were snapped out of your thoughts when your sister shook your shoulder, and although she had a gleeful expression on her face, you could tell from the small furrow between her brows that she was a bit concerned.

“huh?” suddenly, you realized that all three of them were looking at you; waiting for something.

“sorry, i wasn’t paying attention. what’s going on?” looking between all of their expressions, you knew that they could tell that something was up with you, and you internally sighed.

should’ve saved the thoughts for later…

“we’ve been here for twenty minutes and you haven’t taken a bite; are you feeling alright?” your sister asked in her cheery voice.

“i’m quite fine; excuse me for a moment.” you decided to ignore the somewhat worried expressions on their faces as you got up and made your way to the back entrance of the restaurant, deciding to take a breather in the alley. as soon as the door closed behind you, you sighed and sat down on the ground, not really caring if your clothing got dirty because of it.

because of the way you looked, everybody would assume that you were never in the mood to talk and would try to avoid you, since you always seemed to look depressed. instead, they would approach your sister because of her happy attitude, and of course you were happy that your sister had friends, but you had always wished that you could go out with friends of your own, instead of watching tv while (s/n) was out.

and yet, this person you had just met less than five hours ago seemed to understand you better than almost all of the people who had been your “friends” in the past.

it’s almost as if…

“so, what the hell’s been up with you?” the sudden voice from beside you made you look over, but you immediately looked away once you recognized the pink hair.

“nothing. i always look like this.” nahoya chuckled a bit at your reply, but you could tell it wasn’t a humorous type. he didn’t say anything for a minute or two, so you took a few peeks at him. the smile on his face was almost enchanting, and the way the faint light from the nearby street lights lit up his frame made you look away again in fear of staring too long.

you knew exactly what it feels like to have a crush on somebody, but somehow, this felt different, and it was the main reason your thoughts had started to overwhelm your brain while you were supposed to be eating. but in this moment, you had figured out the answer that you had been looking for.

you were starting to fall in love, and you needed it to stop right now.

“you have some guts trying to get away with that one. you and i both know that something’s up, so hurry it the hell up and spit it out.” his words might have been harsh, but the undertone to them was comforting to you in a way, and besides, the harshness was probably what was going to get you to spill in the end.

you weren’t even sure what to say in response; there was no way you were just going to outright say that you were feeling conflicted because you think you might be falling in love with him, but what other excuse could you give.

you hadn’t even really noticed it, but small streams of tears had started flow down from your eyes, making your blank expression a lot sadder, (which made it seem more you you supposed).

it wasn’t really like you were sad or anything...hell, you didn’t even know what it was you were feeling at the moment. you had never felt like this before, so it was safe to say that your confusion was a lot for you to handle.

without even saying anything, you could feel his hand push your head onto his shoulder. you were pretty surprised; what was he doing? you could feel your heartbeat quickening, and you could only pray that the boy beside you couldn’t hear it.

“y’know, you’re a pretty interesting one. let’s hang out this weekend.” looking up at him through your lashes, you could see the bright grin on his face, but it was actually genuine.

does he actually want to hang out with me?

“(y/n).” the sudden seriousness in his voice made you freeze for a moment, and the smile that was on his face a moment before was completely gone. there hadn’t been one moment in that day where you had seen him let the corners of his lips down, (and you had never heard of it happening either) so you couldn’t help it when the usual blank and sad expression on your face changed.

“you’re easy to read; don’t think i haven’t figured out what it is that you’ve been thinking about. so, let’s hangout this weekend.” you didn’t even know what to say, so you just nodded and moved a bit closer to him with a small blush painted across your cheeks.

maybe you had found someone who could understand who you truly were.

maybe I'll delete this and redo it tomorrow idk man this is why I write headcanons LMAO

#京リベンジャーズ #京リベンジャーズ x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers #smiley #smiley x reader #nahoya kawata #nahoya kawata x reader #x reader #kawata nahoya #kawata nahoya x reader #oneshot #nahoya kawata oneshot #tokyo revengers oneshot #anime #manga #reader #reader insert #˗ˏˋ𖤐 tokyo revengers ˎˊ˗

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knitting-with-norbert · 3 years

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Dream SMP Inspired Blanket

(second time typing this up because I accidentally deleted my first draft I want to cry)

Anyway! I’ve done 8 squares so far of my Dream SMP blanket and I desperately want some feedback and some advice and input on the squares! And also I want to flex them because I am pretty proud of them so... take a look at my Dream-SMP inspired blanket so far as it stands!

(you can check the full proper post on my blog if you’re interested)

So far I’ve completed squares for SBI (the first four I completed so they’re a little scuffed), Dream Team (better, though Dream’s square is very definitely cursed) and Karl (I couldn’t help myself okay)

Starting from the first one I completed - for Phil I based his square off of the Minecraft hardcore heart (for obvious reasons) because it was the very first square I completed, it’s a little scuffed and definitely needs redoing as it’s not central and the design in general is a little messy. I also had a lot of other ideas for the design for Phil’s which I might knit at some point and try and get some input from you guys to which one you prefer - for example a bucket hat or a crow or something

The next one I completed was Techno’s, based off of his crown. The design for this one I was pretty happy with and my issue with this square actually lay with the wool I was using. It was a little too thin and frail and while it’s very, very soft I need something stronger considering that the two main colours in his square are pink and yellow and they feel so frail to the touch and I can’t get the right tension with them. I also want to try to get a lighter, softer shade of pink rather than the one I used for my first attempt

I then attempted Ghostbur’s. Realistically I should have done Wilbur’s square instead, but truthfully I was (and still am) completely stumped for what I ought to do for it, whereas with Ghostbur it was clear that I needed a yellow background and some of his blue. As with Techno, I had the same issue with the yellow wool being too frail for the background so again I would be looking to change that when I redo it, along with searching for some darker shades of blue in order to make it more ‘realistic’ if you get me? But as for the design itself? I actually love it haha

Finally, for Tommy it was very, very clear what I had to do. He had to have his discs, right? I love the wool I used, it’s so lovely and makes a fantastic background for it, unfortunately I messed it up a little, though - as you can see from the photo, when I was carrying the wool behind I pulled a little too hard and it has pinched the edges in, which is really annoying but very fixable. And I want to redo it anyway because I actually despise the shades of green I used for Cat, they’re not right for the disc at all, but as with Ghostburs, I’m proud of it for the moment so I’ll put them on the back burner for now and come back to them later

While we're on the topic of the SBI squares, though, I did want to ask you guys - what extra ‘SBI fam’ should I do designs for? As in, I want to introduce Kristen on the blanket, too and do squares to link the blanket together so I want your guys’ input for that! What does the SBI need on the blanket?

(including what the design for a L’Manberg and Pogtopia and Logstedshire design should be)

(ignore that I put Karl’s square upside down in the photo, just go with it okay)

I should get the major thing out of the way first - Dream’s design is genuinely so, so incredibly cursed and desperately needs redoing and I’m so, so unhappy with it, but I decided to share it anyway because I was so proud of the other three squares here. Yes, I will 100% be redesigning and redoing it, but if you guys have any ideas as to how I can improve it (or different design ideas for Dream) just let me know as well and I will very definitely take it on board because I genuinely cannot express how much I hate it

Okay but onto better ones!

George’s square, I know, is quite simple, but I adore it because of that? I love how it sits next to Sapnap’s too - Sapnap’s is so chaotic compared to George’s and I think that the designs are both effective on their own but together they’re even better. I also love the shade of blue I used and I am proud of it. I probably will redo it but not for ages because it is one that I am generally proud of and can afford to leave alone for a little while

It’s the same with Sapnap’s - though Sapnap’s square took me literal hours to design because I couldn’t get happy with it. And while I do love it as it is, I’m still not entirely happy with it because I think I can still further improve the design, but as with George’s, it’s going to be a while before I come back to it

Karl’s I genuinely might not touch for ages, just because I’m planning on doing an entire Tales section for the blanket and so Karl’s individual square isn’t quite as important to get right as the others’? I’ll probably redo it but also it’s the first one where I’m like “I could put that on the blanket and be happy with it”

Of course all eight squares need to be ironed flat (I’m too scared to do it) but in general I think they’re pretty cool?

I need want your guys help though! I have a lot of designs in mind for a lot of the members of the SMP, but it would be fantastic to have input from others as well! Especially for people like Wilbur where it’s so difficult to pin down what it ought to be. I also want some help with Sam (two ideas I had were a gas mask or Fran) and Fundy (I know I could just do a fox face but... I dunno guys) but just for anyone or anything in general! What squares do you think I should include!

Yeah, just let me know! Any advice or help in general is so, so welcome and appreciated!!

Freddie 🐸

(psst... also... consider buying me a coffee?)

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silverisbestboy · 4 years

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Sonic Boom x Reader

Requested by @blackace1993: Conversation was accidentally deleted but from what I remeber of it, they wanted hc for the Sonic Boom characters who has a partner who frequently gets into trouble and/or captured by Eggman. They didn't specify which character they wanted so I just did all of them minus Tails. Hope you enjoy!

Sonic:

There's no denying it

Sonic was smitten

The moment you set foot on the island Sonic was taken aback by you

To him, you were drop dead gorgeous with a great personality so I guess you could say it was love at first sight for him

This boy is a fool for you

It's actually quite funny watching him zip across the island at the slightest remark that you need something

"Man, you what? I'm feeling kind of hungry"

"Say no more!" He'll say as he zooms away and reappears seconds later with a chili dog in hand

"Uhhhh"

But, unfortunately for you, being in any sort of relationship with Sonic is not wothout complication

Eggman sees you as a new oppurtunity to best Sonic and ends up taking you hostage on a regular basis

The first time it happens, Sonic all but destroys Eggman's fortress looking for you

But after it continuously happening, it starts getting kinda old

"Greeting Sonic! I see you've come to rescue your little girlfriend"

"Yeah, yeah. Can we just we just get to the part where I clobber you?"

It gets to the point where Sonic starts teaching you how to defend yourself so you can hold your own against Eggman

Not that he doesn't mind rescuing, it's just he can't always be there to protect

With the amount of times they've had to save you, the team are already very familiar with you and consider you apart of their friend group

But as you get better is self-defence, Sonic officially announces you as part of the team and you start joining them on missions

While Sonic does tend to stick to your side more than his other teammates during battle, he's glad to have you fighting alongside them

After all, he's happy to spend as much time with you as possible, even if that means having to bash Eggman's robots to do so

Knuckles:

You're not a bad person

So what if you have anger issues

So what if you get into fights from time to time

So what if you've been in trouble with the cops before

Doesn't mean you're a bad person, it just means you've.... got some issues

One day you're not in the best mood and have already had a pretty shitty day, and you're just a ticking time bomb waiting to explode

So it's no wonder that when a big guy bumps into you and causes you to drop the tray of food you're holding, you go off on him

Unfortunately for you, this guy is huge, a tall red echidna with bulking arms that looks like he could punch you into next week

But you're not one to back down from a fight, you've beaten up guys twice your size before and you're not afraid to do it again

"Woah, hey, sorry about that, didn't see you there."

What, is he dense?! Who does this guy think he is barrelling into anyone he pleases just because he's big? You bet he was just gonna walk off without even helping you. Well, you'd show him!

Without warning, you lunged at the echidna with the intent of knocking him over the same way he almost did to you

But you underestimated his initial strength and reflexes and he caught you midair with your legs kicking and your hands clawing for his face

"Woah, dude chill! I said I was sorry!"

He just kinda holds you up in air at arms length with you kicking and screaming until you eventually tire yourself out

The echidna stares at you cautiously

"Are you good now?"

After a moment, you reluctantly nod, and he gently sets you back on your feet

He then carefully leans down without takong his eyes off you and grabs your burger which is still wrapped in foil and reaches it out to you

"How about we start over? I'm Knuckles."

You thought after that encounter, that was the last you'd see of him

But one day, you've gotten yourself into another fight, and to say you're losing would be an understatement

It's once again, a guy twice your size and he's absolutely beating the crap out of you

But by some miracle, Knuckles happens to be walking by and immediately notices you

He steps in to save you, and the guy you're fighting knows about Knuckles being part of Sonic's team and doesn't even bother attempting to fight him

Knuckles takes your half conscious body to Tails's work shop where they fix you up

After that, Knuckles refuses to leave you alone

Even if you try to leave, he always ends finding you to make sure you don't get into more trouble

He helps you find outlets for your anger by sparring and working out with him

You grow a soft spot for Knuckles that you'd never thought you'd have for anyone

He's your big goofball that somehow always manages to calm you down and get you out of whatever trouble your in

Though it's beyond you why anyone would want to put up with you, eespecially a lovable ray of sunshine like Knuckles, you're so grateful that you have someone like himin your life to keep you in check

A/N: Might make more hcs for that because I absolutely love the idea of big, strong goofball Knuckles having a little ball of pure rage as a partner.

Amy Rose:

Some would say you're a pacifist

Some would say you care too much

Some would say you're too nice

But you like to think that you're just trying to do good in the world

You're definitely the type of person that hates conflict and wants everyone to get along, and you're more often than not a bit of a pushover

You like to give people benefit of the doubt and prefer to see the good in people, although sometimes, this affects you negatively

A kindly looking (or at least in your opinion) wolf with a showman's top hat and a certain glint his eyes one day stops you in your tracks and asks you ever so politely if you would kindly lend him some money to help feed his family

Of course, you're quick to help, but little do you know that this is none other than T.W. Barker himself, and he's been watching you carefully for some time

He notices the way you jump at the oppurtunity to help someone in need, and he being a con man at heart, decides to take advantage of that

But before you can lend the man all the money you have in your pocket, a certain pink hedgehog decides to interfere

"Hey, you leave her alone Barker! Go find your own ATM machine!"

Amy Rose herself stands not far behind you, hammer in hand and ready for trouble

"N-now, now, let's not be too hasty. I was simply accepting a generous donation from this unsuspecting-- I mean self-less young lady."

"Yeah right. Beat it before I hammer you into next Tuesday, punk!"

You're in utter shock as the seeming wolf in sheep's clothing (pun intended) makes his escape

"Gotta look out for scumbags. Seems this village is getting more and more of them everyday. Anyways, I'm Amy, what's your name?"

Since then, Amy keeps a close eye on you to make sure you don't become prey to anymore scam artists

Now Amy will never admit she has anger issues, but she does get... irritated from time to time

On more than one occasion, you're there to help her calm down and have a sleepover planned or a spa day for when things get particularly rough for her

Whenever she needs help choosing which paint to redo her wall with, or which dress she should wear to a party, she calls you up, because no matter what you're interests are or how inconvenient the timing might seem, you're ready to help a friend, even with mundane things

Amy has you become a part of the Sonic family, and while you never do join them in battles, you help keep the peace between the team whenever there's an argument

And Amy always makes sure your overly caring attitude isn't being taken advantage of

No matter the time or the place, Amy knows she can always count on you, and you know she's always got your back

Sticks:

Well this is quite the predicament you've gotten yourself into

A lot of people would descibe you as clumsy, but you knew you just bad luck

And to prove just that, here you were dangling upside from a rope trap after deciding to take a liesure stroll through the forest

What are we, nomads? Who sets out traps in the middle of the woods anymore?!

After about 20 minutes, the blood is rushing to your head and you're starting to feel faint

But just as you think that your bad luck will finally be the end of you, figure bursts from the bushes with a fierce battle cry

It's a badger girl with a boomerang clutched in her paw, ready for a fight

But after a moment she realizes just who's gotten caught up in her trap

"Hey, what's the big idea?! Why're you in my snare?"

"Why am I in your snare? Why did you put out a snare you loon?!"

After about 5 minutes of arguing, Sticks reluctantly cuts you down, begrudgingly explaining that she set out a trap for any woodland monsters

You run into her again on another walk, crossing a small stream before tripping on one of the stepping stones and almost falling in before a furry arm wraps around your waist

"You outta be more careful out here. The wilderness is no place to be a klutz."

"Hey, I'm not a klutz. I just have bad luck is all."

And what more to gain the attention of a superstitious badger than the possibility of supernatural forces at play

"You could've been hexed by a witch. Or worse, there could be a vengeful spirit after you! We gotta get you an exorcist!"

"I'm fine, I'm just unlucky. Always have been always will be."

"We should still burn some sage in your home just to be sure."

You let Sticks do what she wants with you, after all, her superstitious perspective is a nice change from everyone just thinking your clumsy

You think her attempts to "cleanse" you are endearing, she tries something new everyday, and you end up learning a thing or two about survival and the corruptedness of politics from her

Weeks later, her attempts slowly dwindle down, and she just comes to accept she's just gonna have to keep an extra close eye on you, especially when she sets out booby traps

The time y'all have spent together, although it was somewhat motivated by Sticks not wanting to get whatever curse you exposed her to, lead to y'all having a close bond

Everyone has their quirks, she's paranoid and you're clumsy, but you two always manage to work things out

And that's the beauty of a relationship

A/N: Sorry I haven't been that active lately, so take this as an apology. Four hcs for the price of one!

#sonic headcanons #sonic the hedgehog x reader #sonic x reader #sonic boom #amy rose x reader #sticks the badger x reader #knuckles the echidna x reader

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theownerofshuanghua · 4 years

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good time of the day to you! I saw you opend your requests and Im literally vibrating with excitement!! I really like how you write the juniors so! can I maybe ask for some fluff headcanons for any of them (doesn't matter, they are all cute, please do whoever you want!) hmm something like how they act around their crush? maybe they think their crush doesn't return their feelings but they actually do?? something cute and fluffy please and thank you in advance 😊💗

A/N: I started writing this and then IT DELETED ITSELF SO I HAD TO REDO IT! But I hope you enjoy lol! Also I only did Jin Ling cuz it was rly long, but I like this idea, so I’ll do the others in due time:) (P.S: This was really fun to write (although im not sure it was exactly what you asked for sryyyy) but if y'all want more feel free to request!)(PPS: So they might be a little angst cuz whats fluff without angst right?{Lol no I just cant write fluff apparently. sorry:)})

Fluff (angsty?) HC’S:

Jin Ling:

The first time the two of you met was on an inter clan night hunt

You were of the Lan clan and because you were kind and gentle (although sometimes opinionated), everyone liked you

Especially Jin Ling

During that night hunt however, Jin Chan and a few other Jin disciples decided to mercilessly tease Jin Ling over having missed a shot and failed to capture one of the flying demons as he had said he would

And of course, you were the only one to step up for him and tell them to back off

Which just made him like you even more

Several years later, the two of you became quite close and, along with Zizhen, Sizhui and Jingyi, now formed the Junior Quintet

And through those years Jin Ling fell further and further in love with you, every time you did a sweet action towards him or spoke kind words, his heart would soar

But unfortunately, since you were a Lan, you spent the majority of your time with Jingyi and Sizhui by proximity

And thus rumours grew that you and Sizhui were courting

Jin Ling did his best to ignore that hearsay, because if he were to believe it, his heart would break

But those rumours where unfortunately too easy to believe, what with Sizhui being the well-mannered, kind, gentle boy he was

It was quite probable that a respectable, not to mention super kind and loving and amazing person such as yourself would want to court someone like Lan Sizhui

Just by watching you, it wasn’t hard to see how such rumours may have been true as well

For example, every time the five of you where together and it was time to split up, you would always go with Sizhui, even when Jin Ling was left without a partener

Which made him undeniably angry

Just the thought of Lan Sizhui being the one to hold you when you are cold, to be the one to protect you from the dangers of the world, to be the one who would be allowed to marry you,

Those thoughts where enough to bring tears to Jin Ling’s eyes and make his anger flair up in his chest

But what could he do?

As long as Sizhui held such an important spot in your life, he could never dream to be the one at your side

And he couldn’t even hate Sizhui for it either

Sizhui was one of the only people he trusted, and was friends with, and that in and of itself was enough to make Jin Ling’s anger vanish to give place to sadness instead

Not to mention the fact that Jin Ling knew that no matter what he said, he couldn’t compare to Sizhui

He was prideful and short-tempered not to mention haughty and rude

How could you love him?

But this knowledge (albeit entirely false) didnt stop him from falling deeper and deeper in love with you every time you gently touched him, spoke some sort of kind word to him or spent a moment toghether

Like now

The path in the forest was muddy and gross, but you and Jin Ling had been assigned to take this route, so there wasn't much you could do

You had needed to split the group up again for nighthunt purposes, but this time, you’d also had Wen Ning with you, so he’d gone with Sizhui while Jingyi and Zizhen had been the second pair

Which of course left you and Jin Ling

When you could, you tried to be paired with Sizhui because he was like a brother to you and you felt safest with him

Being with Jingyi was non productive, since he was always too loud and being with Zizhen was also non productive since the both of you always got distracted talking to each other

And being with Jin Ling was nerve wracking because, well, how could you concentrate on the nighthunt when he was there?

He always wore the best robes and had his long hair styled in the best ways to make himself look attractive (even though he was attractive enough as it was without all of this), not to mention his sharp yet delicate features, and the constant look of, well you couldn't tell what it was but it was always in his eyes when he looked at you, and it was very distracting

And so you did your best not to look at him while you walked the path

Not that you had much time to had you even wanted to since the path was quite narrow and you were stuck walking behind him

The air was filled with awkwardness, and panting breaths as you walked further up the mountain

You decided to break the silence shortly after bringing up a series of short topics, perfect to make interesting conversation with him

You hoped that he didnt notice how nervous his presence made you

He on the other hand was angry

It was obvious that you did not want to be partnered with him, but you could at least make an effort to not show it

The way you avoided eye contact and only spoke in small talk, you would almost think that you hadn’t been close friends for the past few years

His mind was filled with these troublesome thoughts

Until

SPLASH

“JIN LING!”

The puddle that he had just stepped in was much deeper than he’d anticipated, and he’d lost his balance, falling into a meter deep of mud and slamming his head against one of the jagged rocks that adorned the side of the badly kept path

You quickly dragged him out, gently laying him on the mossy grass by the side of the path, making sure that there were no rocks under him, and began to examine his head

All the while, he was whining in pain, but it was clear that he’d hit his head quite hard because he looked quite dazed, as if he didnt know where he was

“Jin Ling, do you know who I am?” You asked, once you’d made sure to stop the bleeding

His eyes moved to your face and the change of look was instant

“Ah-Y/N. Of course I know who you are stupid,” but just then as he tried to get up, a searing pain shot through his head and his body fell back against the moss as he let out a groan

“Ah, don't move yet Ah-Ling, you hit your head very hard.” You muttered worriedly, pushing the loose strands of hair out of his face, and putting him back into a better position

When you removed your hands from his face, you could see the red tint that now covered his cheeks but chose to say nothing

“I will send a signal for the others to come help us” you said, reaching into your pocket for the signal, but his hand shot out and grabbed yours before you could get it

“Nonono that's not necessary I can keep going. We need to finish our task.” He said quickly and this time he was able to get into sitting position, although a wave of pain did cross his face

You knew how stubborn he could be, so instead of working against his will, you grabbed his hand to help him up

As soon as he was standing however, he grabbed his hand away, his blush even deeper than before

But you didnt care, all that mattered was his safety, so you took his hand back in yours and slung his arm over your shoulder, so he could use you as a support if need be

“Hey! W-what are you doing! Let go of me!”

But no matter his complaining, you still supported him as you walked, making sure that he didnt get hurt more than he already way

To Jin Ling, this was the most embarrassing thing that could have happened

Not only had you gotten stuck with him against your will, but he was now a burden that you had to carry!

He wanted to cry

Every time he tried to impress you, be it shooting a kite out of the sky, or slaying a fearsome demon, something bad would always happen and he would end up looking like a fool

And now, he’d been trying to take the lead, to show you that he was able to protect you, and all he’d been able to show you was how much of a burden he could be

The tears fell no matter how hard he tried to hold them

There was no way you could love him anyways, so what did it matter?

You, on the other hand noticed his crying immediately

You quickly sat him down and although he tried to avoid your worried gaze, you softly wiped the tears that had fallen

“Does you head hurt?” You worriedly asked, placing your hand at the back of his head where the wound was

It almost looked like you were about to kiss him

Jin Ling looked away, and did not reply

You quickly took the signal out and threw it into the air, where it exploded, notifying the others that you were in trouble

His expression changed instantly

“No!”

He made to take it out of your hand but it was too late

It was then that you noticed that he was still bleeding and that he was losing lots of blood

You held him in your arms as the rain started falling and didn’t let go until half an hour later, when Jiang Cheng came with reinforcements and Jin Ling was dragged back to the cloud recesses, half consious

When he awoke again, he was in a warm bed, and the sunlight was streaming through the windows

The sound of a waterfall alerted him to the fact that he was in cloud recesses

His head felt sore, but other than that there was no striking pain as there had been before

You were sleeping in what looked like a very uncomfortable position beside his bed, head on the duvet

He carefully tried to move you out of the way, but to no avail, since you woke up despite him trying to be quiet

“Ah- Ling your awake!” You shot up, gently pushing him back against the head board and grabbing the bowl of soup that was on the table beside you

“Its not as warm as it was before, but it’ll still taste good.” You practically whispered as you handed him the food

Once he was holding it stably, you fluffed his pillows and returned to sit on the bed next to him while you pressed your palm against his forehead to check his temperature

“I’m sorry.” He said all of a sudden, so out of the blue that you almost got startled

“About what?”

“I was a burden to you and we didnt get to finish our task.”

The look on his face was one you never wanted to see again

It was a mix of sadness and embarrassment, and a feeling of just not being good enough

You took the soup (now almost finished) out of his hands before grabbing one of his hands in yours

“You don't need to be sorry. I was very worried about you and I... when you were crying I felt like it was my fault. I’m so relived that your okay now Jin Ling.”

And with that, you wrapped your arms around him and crushed him in a hug

Jin Ling had never felt anything quite like this

Just the feeling of being in your arms was enough to send his heart beating faster than it ever had

When you pulled away, he was blushing

“Yeah whatever.” He muttered, but you could see the thankfulness in his eyes

“Ill leave you to rest then.” You said with a small smile, getting up to leave, but before you could go anywhere, the hand that was still holding yours pulled you back

“Wait.”

Jin Ling had never felt this much courage

But your words and your loving ministrations had his mind reeling

“Are your courting Sizhui?”

The question that could make it or break it

Secure his spot in your heart, or render him alone again

His heart was beating so fast he could hear it

You laughed

“No! Sizhui is like a brother to me,” and then a pause

“Why?”

“I want you to court me.”

The shock on your face was evident

After all, you had never expected Jin Ling to be so forward about such things yet here you were

“I-I would love that. If your uncles are okay with it I mean, I wouldn't want to be a burden or anything. And we would-”

The warm feeling of his warm lips on yours stopped your nervous stream of words

The kiss was so delicate and gentle, almost as if a soft breeze would be enought to break it apart, yet so loving at the same time

Jin Ling didn’t get many chances to prove himself to you but this was one and you bet he would take it

If he could at least impress you with his bravery (by asking such questions without pause) then he would ignore the fact that as he had uttered those six words, his entire life had flashed before his eyes, and he’d been so undeniably scared that he’d almost peed himself

Thank you for reading!

#Jin Ling #Jin Ling HC #jin ling x reader #jin ling headcannon #mdzs #cql #mdzs x reader #cql x reader #grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation

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rouiyan · 3 years

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request : "May I request a first date with jisung? probably a picnic date or something where he and y/n are very shy around each other and they laugh about it at the end of the day"

𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐬 — jisung x (gender neutral) reader ✧ established relaitonship, (narration only) ✧ word count : 1.3k ✧ disclaimers : none!

synopsis: pretty flowers, green grapes, a cute boy, etc.

✧ author’s note — it's most likely you don't know but i wrote this request already and tumblr deleted the shit out of it. initially, i was not intending to rewrite it but every time i thought about it, i felt so bad for the anon who requested and i just had to redo it, and better too. so here's me, three hours later and 700 more words than the original, presenting to you this piece, again.

brash cotton cloth rumples between your toes, the yellow-white checker laundered and yet to be stained. it’s been awhile since jisung’s had you all to himself and he must admit, things are different when it’s just you and him.

between your schooling and his job, there isn’t much room for dates, per se, perhaps the occasional study session with him peering over your shoulder or a visit to the practice rooms that has you huddling by the speakers while the mirrors fog up with his sweat. through your months of being by his side, this might as well be considered your first date. and even the prospect of that is enough to allude you into a state of lightheadedness.

you want to thank him though, for his hand light on your forearm two nights prior, eyes mindful and tender as he’d asked you if you’d like to accompany him on a picnic, his phone screen aiding his request with a photo of the very fields, now in front of you, pulled up. he would like to thank you as well, for the endearing smile that dawned upon your features and the soft nod you gave in response, a kiss to the cheek to follow.

the sun hovers just shy of the horizon when jisung, fingers nimble, plucks a green grape from its entanglements and holds it out before your mouth. you let him feed you. both of your sights are held up ahead rather than at each other, and you'd say that it's because of the quaint landscape, though truthfully, meeting his eyes with your own would perhaps send you into cardiac arrest.

your fingers trace the grass that peers the edges of the blanket, the grass that courses past your fingers, to and fro the fringes of the valley. they billow a muddy green in the balmy wind and the flowers that dare disrupt their passage bloom a soft pink both in the distance and by your feet. your boyfriend hums softly to the music in the background, neither of you are all that wary of each other but you smile softly as the wind begins to pick up ever so slightly and at how he gives a soundless yelp at the paper bag that nearly escapes the clasps of his hands.

you're still nibbling at the grape as you turn to him, setting yourself upright on your knees. jisung folds the paper bag at its creases and sets it aside, his eyes now on you. his disposition bespeaks apprehension and you let out a giggle, brushing a blade of grass from his bangs and smoothing out the hair underneath with gentle hands. to say he's simply blushing would prove verily inaccurate. his cheeks burn, they sear, they simply wilt at your touch. your fingers soft on his cheeks, fondling his ears, nubbing the scruff of his neck as he looks up at you, his countenance emitting rays of affection that outshine the sun.

jisung's heart never does cease its rampage in his chest, not for a second, but he overcomes it or becomes accustomed to it well enough, going so far as wrapping his arms around your thighs, tugging you into him as his head dips the fabric of your torso. you let him nuzzle into you until you can feel the hotness of his breaths and the palpitations of his heart, the very palpitations that mirror your own, anything but steady.

it's confounding, the way you love him. inexplicable in the sense that you feel most at home when he is by your side, that you can list, with full conviction, how his favorite color has changed over the years, that you can estimate the length of his pinkie without looking, without measuring, and that only you know the intricacies of his heart, his mind, his soul. you hold the ability to draw a map of him, if such occurrence is ever needed, and trace his emotions from the moment he wakes until his yawns of sleep permeate the same wakefulness. your love for him is inexplicable in the sense that even then, even when you know him like, not the back of your hand but rather your palm, a little day trip of a picnic is all it takes to revert you until deemed demure.

but one look into his eyes and you know the same could be said for him.

jisung places a quick kiss to your tummy before getting on his knees himself to tidy away the remains of your overdue lunch, flowered dishes and matching glassware clinking against each other as the wickered basket grows heavier by the second. you wish the sun wouldn't be so eager to set, you've always loved the warmth his eyes gave in the reflection of the waning light. dusting the stray grass from your reddened knees, you stand, taking the blanket with you and folding it in half, then quarters, and making your way over to your boyfriend to sling it from the handle of the basket.

he takes your hand in his as the two of you make your way down the trodden and soiled path, back to the main street, the bus stop, where car honks and whizzing motorcycles are quick to replace the song of birds and the whistle of wind. though its sound does not, the bitter lash of the wind persists and jisung tugs the picnic blanket from its hold and drapes the unsullied side face down on your shoulders, his unoccupied arm thrown around your figure to keep it in place, to keep you by his side, to keep you close.

in a few minutes, the bus will arrive, and jisung will smile to himself as he watches your nose wrinkle at the fumes it excretes, a hand coming up to fan away the fetid odor. moments after that, the automated door will breach open and jisung, an arm around you and an arm hoisting the basket's weight, will awkwardly step up into the bus sideways, eliciting a laugh from you. some more minutes after, the laugh will have turned into light conversation as you recollect how jisung had spilled half a carton of apple juice, how he'd forgotten to bring napkins, how the wind had blown your carefully styled hair until all the work that had gone into it reckoned disheveled and in vain. within the next thirty minutes, you will have fallen asleep on his shoulder, head bobbing in tune with every speed bump and break at a stoplight. a little under an hour from now, when you wake from your boyfriend's incessant rambling about how you'd arrived at your destination, the air that the two of you breathe will no longer be withheld by prolonged silences and ungainly stares and instead the usual, comforting ambience.

but for now, jisung's arm stays tight around your frame, to keep you by his side, to keep you close.

✧ end note — i kept the end as similarly as i could to the original because i loved how it came out in conjunction with the title. if you are reading this for the first time, i'll have you know that i was absolutely livid while rewriting it, like at every single typo i made i was ready to obliterate the keyboard entirely. feels better after finishing it up though and a big fat apology to the anon, but i hope that this makes up for it. i love you to bits and pieces <3]

#nct jisung #jisung fluff #park jisung #neothestars #neo-constellations #nct jisung fluff #nct secnarios #nct fics #nct fluff #requested #rouiyan fics #rouiyan writes

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ninastarkov · 4 years

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Ahsoka and the clones: Rex and ahsoka edition

Part 1

I made another post about ahsoka and the clones, minus Rex and ahsoka if you want to check it out! This one is also going to be very long so get ready guys. Sorry this is posted much later than I wanted, I accidentally deleted a bunch of what I’d written and had to redo it :(

Also, I’ve realized I actually have too much to say, so i’m going to separate this into 2 posts: this one will be movie through the end of season 3, the next one will be 4, 5 and 7. I’ll talk about what we know in canon/what can reasonably be predicted based on that, what we as a fandom have decided, and my own takes. Here we go!

Alright in general, I think their relationship moves from mentor-student to equals. My own thoughts make me think that they go from mentor to equals to family by the end of the show (I mean. season 7 gives me SUCH found family vibes).

The movie and season 1

small (TM) Ahsoka is a sassy icon, but also doesn’t really know what she’s doing. Yeah, she’s a highly trained warrior with a laser sword, but she’s been pushed into a war at 14 after having 0 experiences with the real world before that. In these early times, Rex is definitely a mentor to her, as we see in the movie (EXPERIENCE OUTRANKS EVERYTHING!). Rex is really the first one to accept Ahsoka, from his quick teaching when ahsoka first shows up, to his “you too, kid”—giving her encouragement when she’s been pulled into an entirely new life. Anakin doesn’t clearly give her that acceptance until the end of the movie, so at least in my own thoughts, Rex is her first mentor figure outside the temple.

(Wow, just looking through season 1 ep list, I’ve realized there’s actually a lot to talk about).

Rex is a mentor to her, but I think she also considers him a friends almost immediately—there’s small moments of banter or exasperation throughout season 1 that make it seem like they’re friends (ex. in the ep where artoo goes missing, ahsoka tells Rex he has to carry the traitor droid down to the listening post and he is Not Happy. that interaction is great. Also when he catches her when she collapses in the blue shadow virus arc. he looks so concerned!!!!)

Also in that droid arc, when grievous tries to kill Rex and ahsoka blocks the lightsaber right before it hits his helmet, then draws grievous away. Yeah, it’s partially because she’s overconfident in her abilities, but she wants to do anything possible to save Rex and the rest of her men.

And that small Ryloth moment, when Anakin leaves Ahsoka in charge and the troops ask for orders and she says “I’ll..be on...the bridge...” and basically runs away. Rex says something like “you heard her, back to work!” Obviously, Ahsoka did NOT say that, but it shows that Rex has her back, and wants to help her out in a difficult situation. Later, on the bridge when she introduces her plan, Rex seems unsure, showing that he doesn’t have that full trust in her yet. This is a rare moment, because usually their interactions are focused on a building trust between them, but this one highlights that there’s a long way to go. Even if Rex tries to have her back when she’s unsure what to do, he’s not going to blindly follow her because she hasn’t earned that trust. It takes the Admiral coming back for her plan to take action.

But in building trust, of course the Jedi Crash ep!! Anakin is badly injured and ahsoka wants to stay with him, but aayla tells her she must go with her to find other people on the planet to help. Rex reassures her that he’ll stay behind with Anakin and watch his back, and I think that’s the only reason she’s willing to go. At this point, she thinks it’s her responsibility to watch over Anakin, but she trusts Rex to do her job for her. I really think that if it were Bly that stayed behind instead, she wouldn’t have been willing to leave—not because Bly’s not capable, but because she doesn’t have that trust in him that she does with Rex.

Overall, in season 1 Rex is definitely a mentor to ahsoka, giving her confidence and reassurance as she’s thrown into a war zone. I do think that he was her first mentor figure, which is so important, because he accepts her before Anakin does.

Season 2

Yeah, there’s not much in this season. There’s a lot more focus on developing each of their characters individually, so we don’t get much interaction. The one thing I have to talk about is geonosis, after she and barriss blow up the droid factory. Ahsoka apologizes to Rex that she’s leaving him there with the cleanup as she leaves the planet, and he assures her that she’s done enough. This is purely my own thoughts, but while I wouldn’t say this is a turning point in their relationship, it’s a huge moment because ahsoka had every intention of sacrificing herself for the good of others. I think that Rex gains a lot of respect for Ahsoka after this, and this is a big step in their journey towards becoming equals. This part is tricky, because Ahsoka shows such care for the people around her, and so I think her choice to sacrifice herself wouldn’t come as a surprise to Rex. However, there’s a difference between thinking this kid might give herself up for others, and actually witnessing it happen. The takeaway from this is that Rex gains a lot of respect for Ahsoka, and this respect doesn’t come from her status as a Jedi—it comes from her actions in protecting others.

Season 3

Season 3 is PEAK AHSOKA DEVELOPMENT and the outfit change lol but sadly we don’t get much of Rex. The only interaction in this season is the citadel, which is what I’ll talk about, but I feel like I need to preface it by just saying how much ahsoka grew over this season. By the time the citadel comes around, she has become an incredibly capable Jedi who’s infiltrated the trade federation to rescue the pantoran leader’s daughter, led a bunch of kids to discover a huge plot by mandalore’s prime minister, and just. MORTIS. The wildest episodes in the whole series. But that’s a whole other thing. Season 3 before the citadel gave us ahsoka growing into the maturity of an adult, basically. (Maybe the maturity of an immature adult, but still).

The Citadel is the first time we see Rex and ahsoka together after this development. I bet you can predict what moment I’ll talk a lot about. Yep! “I’ve served with her many times, and I trust her.”

THIS is that moment where we see that mentor relationship turn into a friendship of equals. We’ve seen Ahsoka trust Rex many times up to now, but there hasn’t really been a big time where Rex has shown his trust in Ahsoka. This is that time. Remember that he’s saying this to Tarkin (ew) after he questions Ahsoka’s abilities. Rex immediately comes to her defense with what I think is the most meaningful thing for him to say (I trust her). Trust is a huge theme in Star Wars (Anakin losing trust in obi wan and the Jedi, the Jedi losing trust in ahsoka and vice versa, Rex and the other troopers on Umbara losing trust in the Jedi, fives losing trust in the republic). That’s why this trust between Rex and Ahsoka is so important—in a setting where trust is often placed in the wrong people, or lost because of one’s mistakes, Rex and ahsoka are one of the few main characters that are always building that trust, instead of breaking it.

And that’s through season 3! Next up is 4 5 and 7. Let me know your own opinions and what you agree/disagree with!

I’m thinking about doing a thread on Ahsoka’s development in season 3? Anyone have interest in that?

#clone wars #star wars the clone wars #tcw #ahsoka tano #captain rex #swcw #flowers’ random thoughts #sw meta #tcw meta #captain and commander #ahsoka and the clones #long post #my meta

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illwork4anime · 4 years

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18 please!

Do any of your stories have alternative versions? (plotlines that you abandoned, AUs of your own work, different characterisations?) Tell us about them.

Yes! So I will use my WIP Done with Love

ORIGINS

ORIGINALLY THIS STORY WAS NOT SUPPOSED TO HAVE ShikaSaku.

IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE ONLY ITASAKU. LOOK HOW FAR WE HAVE FALLEN BECAUSE I FELL HARD FOR SHIKA.

Literally never considered the pairing until this.

This story started with the Itasaku oneshot that is the prologue. Then I wrote a drabble that was just the hospital scene, but a little different. It had Kurenais daughter coming in wounded. Sakura saves her and goes to the waitingroom to find Shika a mess. It's the end of her shift so she takes him out for a drink. The end.

Then I decided, no I want to write a proper story. So I combined them, with Shikamaru only there because of his big brain AND THATS IT. NOTHING ELSE. So I added...They talk. Shika owes her one bigtime. Asuma would have haunted him forever if she died. So, Sakura says - I know how you are going to help me out. Help me train and I am going to get Sasuke back all on my own. Work with me on a strategy. The start of the chapter was a flash forward to an event I can tell because its a spoiler! Basically, Sakura is captured and trying to escape. This helped add some suspense to the exposition and make a boring capture time more interesting by breaking it up.

BUT then I decided to redo it completely. Because I fell in love with shikasaku as a later pairing.

Also - all those Kakashi moments - ACCIDENTAL. I wrote that healing scene in the library on a whim and now here we are. Originally, just supposed to be Shika and Itachi.

DELETED/REFACTORED SCENE

One additional diversion was the scene in the art gallery. That originally didn’t have the genjutsu at all. It was an argument outside in a part. But I wanted to make it relevant to her training, so I put it in the gallery. In the alternate scene, it started because Sakura confronted Shikamaru about how he had kissed Ino before and wanted to know what kind of kiss it was. Here it is in DRAFT FORM:

“Oh, Sai!” Ino’s voice shatters through the moment. Ino bounds up behind Sai, throwing her arms around him in greeting.

“So this is where you’ve been hiding from me.” She says sweetly.

“Beautiful, I was not hiding, I assure you.” He says, face looking phonier than before. Why did Ino get a nice nickname, while Sakura got stuck with Hag? Ino beams at him for it.

“I missed you, silly. Let’s go to the movies Friday, so you can make it up to me.” Ino says sweetly.

Sai turns to Sakura, “What do you think, Sakura? Shall we go?”

Ino glares at her, as if she’s invited herself while Sakura puts her hands up in surrender.

“Um, actually Sai, I have training with Shikamaru on Friday night. I won’t be able to go.” Sakura lies.

“Is that what you’re calling it,” Ino grumbles under her breath.

“Apologies, Ino. We will have to try another time.” He says to her.

“She won’t mind if we go without her,” She says sweetly, then grinds out in a threatening tone, “Right, Sakura?”

“Right.” Sakura squeaks.

“According to my reading, the Hag is socially obligated to agree in this situation, though her true feelings could be to the contrary. It would be perceived as a slight to go without her.” Sai responds, looking rather proud at his insight.

Sakura cringes as Ino’s intensified glare.

“Then why don’t you just bring Shikamaru along, Sakura.” Ino offers, “Then we can have a double date.”

Again, the way Ino says it give Sakura no room to disagree, but she does anyway.

“I’m not going on a double date.” She says firmly.

“Forehead, let’s just talk for a second over there.” Ino says, grabbing her arm too tightly and dragging her out of hearing distance.

“Don’t ruin this for me, Sakura. I’m super close to sealing the deal on Sai and I’m not about to give that up because you made some phony sisterhood pact to yourself to swear off men forever.” She whispers furiously.

“It’s not about my completely legitimate pact. I have way bigger things to worry about right now than going on a fake date.” Sakura hisses back. Danzo’s disappointed expression rises up in her memory, along with his gentle reminder of her deadline. She shakes her head, “And don’t kid yourself, Ino. Sai has no idea you’re even interested in him.”

“Then you understand why I need this!” Ino argues back.

“Even if I wanted to, I’d never get Shikamaru to agree to this.” Sakura says, trying a different angle.

“Ha!” Ino lets out a shrill laugh, “That’s what you’re worried about.”

Sakura glares, “Yes. The last place he’d want to spend a Friday night is fourth-wheeling a date with you and Sai.” She’s not sure that’s strictly true, but is hoping his lazy, reclusive track record works to her advantage.

“Fourth-wheeling isn’t a thing, and you know it.” Ino disagrees, “And he’d go if you asked him. He’d show up in civilian clothes with his hair down if you asked him to.”

“Yeah, right.” Sakura scoffs, but blushes at the image that pops in her head of him running a hand through his loose hair. She shakes her head and says with more bite than she means to, “It doesn’t matter who asks. The answer will be no.”

“Then you’d better convince him.” She says, jabbing a finger in Sakura’s shoulder. “You still owe me from the time I pretended to be your lover to get that stalker fan boy to stop bothering you.”

“Hey, I didn’t ask you do to that!” Sakura protests.

“See, I did it out of the goodness of my heart, so now’s your chance to repay me, because that’s what girlfriends do.” She smiles with a shrug and turns back to Sai to answer without waiting for Sakura to respond.

“Sai, she’s in!” She giggles, skipping back over to him, “See you Friday, Forehead!”

_____

Even though he said it wouldn’t, Shikamaru’s waiting for her outside the theater out of uniform that Friday. His black pants look pretty much the same, but his well-toned arms are on full display in a mesh tee-shirt and a long green vest that brushes his thighs. It probably has the Nara clan symbol on the back.

“Look at you, Muscles,” She teases him, glancing pointedly at his exposed arms. He lets out an annoyed huff, but his cheeks go pink, “I thought you weren’t wearing your civilian clothes tonight.”

“It would have been more troublesome to stick out that to just change,” He sulks. She can’t keep the smile off her face.

“Ino and Sai here yet?” She looks around but doesn’t see them.

“Not yet.” He’s still blushing and looks to the side when he says, “You look nice too.”

She lets out a surprised, “Oh, thanks,” looking down at the outfit she found in the back of her closet. It had been hard to find something that was fancy enough to say ‘date’ for Ino but casual enough to say ‘friends’ for Shikamaru. The simple cream tank top, with a more generous neckline than she was used to, tucked into a plain red skirt did the trick.

“Forehead, Shikamaru!” Ino calls, jogging up with her arm looped through Sai’s.

“Here we go,” Shikamaru mumbles, pushing off the wall he’s leaning against.

“Hey, none of that attitude,” She scolds. If she was taking a night off, it was going to be worth it, dammit, “We are here to have fun. Even if it kills us,”

“It just might,” he breaths out as Ino bounds up to them.

“You actually showed up. I honestly didn’t think you would,” Ino says with an obnoxious laugh. She eyes Ino’s crop top and short purple skirt and suddenly feels like her neckline isn’t so racy after all. Sai’s outfit is just as bad, also in a black crop top with low riding pants.

“Why am I the only one not wearing a crop top?” Sakura says pulling at the bottom half of her shirt.

“Hey,” Shikamaru says sharply, gesturing to his shirt, “This is not a crop top.”

“Might has well be,” She jokes, poking his abs through a hole in the mesh.

“Stop that,” he complains, grabbing onto her hand.

“This is going to be so fun!” Ino says, looping her arm through Sakura’s and dragging them inside. Shikamaru doesn’t let go of her hand until Ino pushes him and Sai into the line for tickets.

“Why can’t you just get your own stuff, Ino?” Shikamaru grumbles. “What a drag.”

“You’d know why if you ever bothered to go on dates, Shikamaru.” She answers, sticking her tongue out at him. He flushes pink and glances shyly at Sakura.

“Beautiful is right. Traditionally men are the ones to pay for date activities,” Sai says, no doubt trying to be helpful.

“She’s totally taking advantage of you, man,” Shikamaru says, shaking his head and turning to walk up to the counter.

“I don’t understand,” Sai says, following behind him. “A date is still an equal exchange. Don’t men usually receive payment in the form of sexual favors at the end of the night?”

Sakura hears Shikamaru let out a strangled groan. He grabs Sai by the back of the head and starts whispering something urgently to him.

She can’t help but laugh at Shikamaru’s reaction.

“Isn’t he the cutest?” Ino gushes. “He’s like a lost little puppy.”

“He’s something.” Is all Sakura can think to answer.

Ino’s eyes turn mischievous and swing to Sakura. “So you got Shikamaru to come. Who was right again?”

Of course, Ino wanted to get in her I-told-you-so about it being relatively easy to get Shikamaru to come.

She tries to make it sound more trouble than it was. “Yeah, well you don’t know what I had to promise to get him to come here, Ino-pig.”

“Oh my, Forehead!” Ino lets out a scandalized giggle. Sakura’s face heats, realizing Ino took it sexually. “On the contrary, I want to know every saucy detail.”

“It’s nothing like that!” Sakura says, but Ino is unphased.

“Just as long as it’s nothing naughty in the theater. It’s all fun and games until you’re halfway through a hand job and a worker shines a flashlight on you with your hand down some guy’s pants in front of a theater full of judgy middle-aged women who clearly don’t understand the concept of spontaneous romance.”

“That’s so specific,” Sakura says suspiciously. “Please tell me that didn’t actually happen to you.”

“Yes, well,” Ino waves of her comment, “Learn from my mistakes Sakura. But more importantly, don’t mentally scar me by getting freaky with my teammate while I’m 2 seats down.”

“I should say the same to you!” Sakura says, blushing further, but Ino doesn’t make any promises.

Shikamaru and Sai return. Shikamaru looks more disgruntled than ever.

“That was the most troublesome conversation I’ve ever had.” He grumbles under his breath to her, low enough for Sai and Ino to miss. But as Ino passes, he says, “You owe me two times now for that.”

Sakura flushes. Although Sakura knows he means 2 weekends, Ino doesn’t. She wiggles her eyebrows and Sakura wants to sink into the floor from embarrassment.

He hands her a ticket with ‘Illusion of Silence’ written on the front, and she asks, “What are we seeing? A horror movie?”

“It was that or a sappy romcom. Just remember I chose the lesser of two evils.” He says and takes her hand again, leading her to the theater. It feels a little strange to be holding hands, but she doesn’t say anything. The trailers haven’t started yet, so they have no trouble finding their seats. The theater is mostly empty anyway, probably not a good sign for the movie quality.

She sits down between Shikamaru and Sai.

“Sakura, how is what you pass off as sketching going?” Sai asks.

Pass off. She suppresses the urge to smack him across the head. That kind of thing was frowned upon in these types of establishments.

“Terrible. I think Kurenai-sensei gave up on me.”

Kurenai had barely kept from laughing at Sakura when she’d shown her sketch book. It was pitiful, and while there had been a small improvement in Sakura’s visual genjutsu, Kurenai had decided to move on to a different topic. She still had to keep up the activity, but just not as her main focus.

Now they were working on non-visual genjutsu. Sakura found this a lot easier for some reason. Inducing pain, sounds, tastes, smells, all of that was just chemicals moving around the body. She understood those. She’d dealt with those before.

While she’d been extremely glad for the change in topic, she couldn’t manage to look forward to her lessons anymore. It was hard not to look at Kurenai differently after learning about her secret affair with Kakashi. It was a difficult feeling to explain, but every time she remembered it, her chest grew heavy, like something had reached inside her chest and squeezed a fist around her heart. She grits her teeth just thinking about it.

“I told you giving up was the best option,” Sai says sweetly, “No reason to waste your time improving a hopeless skill.”

“Shut up, Sai. A student is only as good as their teacher and you were absolutely no help.” She grumbles.

“Hey, don’t blame Sai because you can only draw stick figures. Some people just aren’t born to be artists like he was,” Ino defends, sending a starry eyed look at Sai and resting a hand to Sai’s arm. Then she pulls him into a conversation about what his ‘artistic genius’ has be working on lately.

“Is it really going that bad?” Shikamaru asks referring to her genjutsu training. His eyebrows are drawn in with concern.

“I don’t know.” She grumbles. She doesn’t want to admit it, but from Kurenai’s reactions, she felt it was going that badly. She wasn’t improving as fast as she should be. It seemed like something on a fundamental level just wasn’t clicking. “I try to do what Kurenai is instructing, but it just doesn’t seem to be working. We are so different that sometimes its hard to understand what she wants from me. Plus, it doesn’t help that genjutsu is so subjective.”

“Why don’t we work on it together next week. It might help to get a fresh perspective.”

“Really? That would be amazing,” She says with a smile.

“Of course.” He takes her hand again, rubbing a thumb across the back.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you, Shikamaru.” She says, squeezing his hand back.

“Let’s not find out,” he jokes, try to be nonchalant but he’s beaming from the comment.

Sakura lets out a yawn, “Let’s not.”

“You’re not going to fall asleep on me, are you?” He teases.

“No, I’m fine.” Sakura lies. She’d had practice with Team Guy this morning at 6am but had stayed up until 2am doing research. Physically, she was running out of steam fast. As the lights dim, she finds it harder and harder to keep her eyes open.

Shikamaru shakes her awake. Sometime during the opening credits, she fell asleep on his shoulder.

“Oh, sorry,” She says, groggily. Then whispers, “What did I miss?”

“Everything,” he answers with a smirk.

“What?” She hisses, “Why didn’t you wake me up?”

He shrugs, “You needed the rest. The point was to relax tonight, right?”

“I guess,” she grumbles.

“The movie sucked anyway,” he says standing.

“That was so scary!” Ino gushes to Sai. “I’m so glad you were here with me, Sai. I felt much safer.”

“It was not really that scary, Beautiful. No reason to be afraid of pictures.” He says confused. Ino huffs.

As they leave, Ino insists on a walk in the park across the street, but within minutes, she’s slipped off with Sai. The suggestive wink tells Sakura everything she needs to know about her plans.

Even just being friends with her, this was uncomfortable. Shikamaru actually was interested at some point. She wondered what he thought of all this.

“How is this not extremely weird for you?” Sakura asks.

“What do you mean?”

“Well didn’t you and Ino date a while back?” She explains and Shikamaru looks at her like she’s grown a second head.

“Tsh, no. Definitely not.”

“Well, you liked her though, right?”

He’s pouting, and reluctantly says, “Years ago, maybe. It wasn’t a big deal though.”

“But you guys kissed.” She counters. That seemed like a pretty big deal to her.

He stiffens and goes bright red, “Can Ino not keep her mouth shut about anything?”

“See, it is weird,” she says. But he doubles down.

“No, it’s not.” He disagrees crossing his arms, “That barely counts.”

But now she’s picturing the worst. A grating feeling rises in her chest at the thought of Shikamaru and Ino kissing and she has a strange compulsion to ask just what counts as barely counting.

“Barely counts how?” She says. She’s not able to look him in the eyes, so she trains her gaze on an ice cream cart across the park.

“I dunno, it just does.” He shrugs.

“Because it wasn’t good?” She offers. She hopes it wasn’t good.

“No, it was good,” He says defensively.

“That’s not what she said…” Sakura says skeptically, peaking at him out of the corner of her eye.

“Whatever,” Shikamaru grumbles. He’s scowling, “I can kiss just fine. She’s just trying to cover up that she’s the one who initiated the whole thing in the first place.”

“She did?” This surprises her and somehow it makes a difference.

“I don’t want to talk about this anymore.” Shikamaru states, picking up his pace. She strides right along undeterred.

“Well did you, like, want to kiss her?”

“I guess. Why does it matter?”

“Because!” She can’t seem to put the why into words. It’s just a queasy feeling turning her stomach. Even though it’s not the full truth, she offers the explanation, “You made out with your teammate, that’s a big deal.”

He stops short and turns to fully face her.

“It isn’t a big deal and we didn’t make out, okay.” He clarifies.

“Then what was it?”

“Just a kiss, Sakura”

“Well yeah, but was it a long, passionate kind -,”

“So troublesome,” he grumbles into the sky.

“Or just a quick -,”

She’s cut off by a warm pressure on her lips and her mind goes blank. As soon as she realizes what’s happening, it’s over.

Shikamaru pulls back a few inches, hands still cupping her face and searches her expression for her reaction. He kissed her.

“That’s all it was.” He murmurs, eyes dark and voice low. Her breath catches in her throat, the queasy feeling in her stomach grows magnitudes greater.

“Obviously I’d do things a little differently now,” He murmurs and his eyes flash, daring her to ask just how.

She should say something, but she couldn’t even if she wanted to. Her mind has snagged on the previous moment. The only additional thing she can seem to process is the warmth of his hands on her cheeks and his calming scent of pine and earth. She’s completely rooted in place by the heat in his chocolate brown eyes. It stokes something inside her. Maybe it is curiosity because she wonders what she would feel if just leans forward those few inches.

They bounce between her eyes and her lips, battling between waiting for her reaction and what she can only think to describe as desire. It only takes a few more moments for the latter to win.

He leans forward to capture her lips again, lingering longer this time. Its careful or rather experimental, testing her for a response she can’t seem to give. Again, he pulls back, studying her face. Again, from the moment his lips touched hers, her mind is just wiped blank, unable or unwilling to process it. Whatever he finds in her expression is enough.

His hand slides to the back of her neck and he kisses her again, deeper. Her eyes slide shut without conscious thought. She feels his other hand ghost down her side, stopping at her waist and pulling her closer. Her hands go to his chest to brace herself.

The pressure has him pulling back, checking over her face. He’s looking to see if she’s asked him to stop, she realizes, and a gentle warmth settles in her stomach. This time, his lips brush softly against hers, begging her to return the pressure and its so sweet, so unsure, that she reacts without thinking, relaxing into him. He pulls her closer, tension she hadn’t noticed draining from him and sighs against her mouth.

Finally, her thoughts are coming back to her, returning each slow, tender press of his lips against hers. The queasiness in her stomach settles into a gentle warmth and she relaxes into him. This is nice, she decides. It’s comfortable. Not great, not terrible.

It different than she’s ever felt before. Her heart isn’t beating out of her chest, she’s doesn’t feel butterflies in her stomach and she isn’t so caught up that needing air is secondary to feeling him against her.

Fine. Just fine.

Suddenly she thinks, shouldn’t it be better than just fine? Shouldn’t she be lit up inside, butterflies in her stomach, reluctant to separate even for air? The warmth in her freezes over.

“Stop,” She gasps, pressing against his chest. He steps back, and the distance seems to return more of her mind to her. The ball of ice in her stomach grows colder.

What was she doing? This was Shikamaru. Her closest friend, and she needed him like she needed air. She couldn’t do this. She couldn’t get wrapped up in romance again and have everything between them fall apart. Because it would fall apart. That’s what love did to people or at least to her.

“That was a mistake” She finally decides. It was a mistake and they could forget about it and move on like it never happened. But Shikamaru’s face falls. He looks scared, she thinks.

“Don’t say that,” he begs, but she just shakes her head wrapping her arms around herself.

“I can’t do this,” Then looks into his eyes which are breaking in front of her.

“You don’t have feelings for me,” he tries.

But that’s not right. She felt something for him. He was so important to her and she’d be lying if she hadn’t found him attractive, but it didn’t quite feel like love. At least not how she’d loved Sasuke.

Even if it did, she didn’t want that anymore. Love only led to heartbreak and loss and she couldn’t lose him. Shikamaru was her only refuge in her storm of a life and she didn’t know how she’d stay afloat without him.

Words are pouring from her mouth, and she’s not even sure they make sense, but she can’t stop them.

“I-I don’t know how I feel. I just – I can’t lose you and if we do that, eventually we’ll screw everything up and I’ll lose you. I just can’t, Shikamaru. I can’t. I need you.”

Hope shines in his eyes. It’s a rejection, but not for the reason he feared. “You won’t lose me.”

“I will.” She insists. Now she’s the one that’s scared. She torn between needing the comfort of his embrace and wanting to keep him at arm’s length. She settles with taking a step closer and grabbing the opening of his vest. “You’re the most important person in my life. I don’t want anything to change between us.”

How can she explain it to him? How can she make him understand?

“Nothing will,” He whispers, hand coming to her face again. But she can see the gears turning in his head. He’s looking at her like a shogi piece now, something to outmaneuver, outthink to the outcome he wants. Anger flares up in her.

He strokes a thumb against her face, eyes settling again on her mouth.

“Don’t,” She snaps, turning her face from his palm. She needed to leave. They just needed some time apart and he’d realize he was just caught up in the moment or something at they’d put this behind them.

“I can’t. I just need a minute.” She says disengaging from him and striding off.

“Wait, Sakura!” he calls, but she doesn’t. He swears under his breath.

She needed to put some distance between them, she needed to time to think, but she if she left alone, he’d just follow her. Ino and Sai approach then, Ino clinging to Sai’s arm. She doesn’t want to talk with Ino, doesn’t want her judgy questions, so she strides up to her next best option.

“Sai, we’re getting ice cream,” She says, dragging him toward the stand across the part.

“Sounds enjoyable,” He says with a smile, not at all minding the interruption.

Ino on the other hand lets out an annoyed, “Hey!” but doesn’t fight her past that. Sakura and Sai are out of earshot before she has a chance.

Ino crosses her arms, icily looking Shikamaru up and down.

“You are really screwing this up, aren’t you?” Ino says with a smirk.

Shikamaru scoffs going red and snaps, “Like you’re doing any better.”

To which Ino lets out an indignant “Hmph!”

Sakura stops in front of the ice cream cart and gets them both a chocolate cone. Eating her feelings sounded wonderful right now.

“Shall we make some small talk now?” Sai asks with a smile. She groans.

“You don’t ask to make small talk, Sai. You just do it.” She explains, taking a lick of her chocolate ice cream. Its cold and sweet, but in a different way than Shikamaru had tasted.

Shit. Stop. That wasn’t allowed.

“Okay, so what are you doing after this?” He asks and it sounds like a pick-up line he probably read from a book on interacting with females. She rolls her eyes. Still, she’s thankful for the distraction and reminds herself this is still better than Ino.

“I’ll probably go back to the archives tonight and finish reading a few documents” She answers, talking another taste of her ice cream. Sai steps in front of her and she stops short.

“Did you not find the message I hid for you?” He says looking worried.

“What message?” She asks, confused.

“The one on the picture I gave you.” He says with a frown. Right, the picture of his brother. Is he talking about the numbers and symbol he signed in the corner? “You should go straight home tonight, Sakura.”

“Why would I do that?” she asks, growing annoyed that he won’t just get to the point.

“I cannot divulge that information.” He says robotically. She freezes.

“What did you just say?” she asks him to repeat.

“I cannot divulge that information.” He repeats and his eyes look urgent. It’s the phrase he uses when he’s close to triggering his seal. The message was about Danzo.

“Sai, what’s the message? What do you mean?” She grabs in shirt and pulls him to her, but he can’t answer.

“I cannot divulge -,”

“I get it!” She snaps at him. She has to ask it differently and her mind is racing a mile a minute over the possibilities.

“You said I shouldn’t go to the archives, right?” She tries, going back over his words.

“Yes, you should just stay home tonight.” He repeats.

“So, the message has something to do with the archives?”

“I cannot divulge -,” he begins.

“So, I’m right? You can’t tell me because I’m right.” She deduces quickly. “The message is about the archives. Is it a clue? Can I find it in the archives?”

“I cannot divulge that information.” He says, but this time seems to fight against it. “Don’t go there, Hag. You shouldn’t -,”

“Stop calling me Hag!” She bites out, unable to sensor herself, “I don’t care what I should or shouldn’t do. I’m going.” She releases his shirt and starts down the road.

“Wait!” He grabs her arm, “Listen, you shouldn’t -,”

“Was it important? Your message?” She interrupts.

“Yes,” he says, “but -,”

“Then I’m going to find it!” She says pulling her arm from his grasp and shoving her ice cream cone into it instead. She’s determined and sprints down the path. Sai had finally given her a clue about Danzo, and she’s not going to let this piece of information slip away.

“It’s not safe!” he calls, but she’s already disappeared into the night.

Reading this, I feel like this was better...hahaha oh well.

#ask #thanks for the ask!#dwl #done with love

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writing a resume from scratch

as with literally everything i write, this got really fucking long! like, wordcounter.net estimates this will take 7 minutes to read. so i’ve placed the bulk of this post under a read more

this is not a quick tips kind of post; this is a detailed breakdown of how to write a resume from scratch, with examples that are largely taken from my own resume. this is primarily a resource for people who don’t know where to start with writing a resume, not for people who just want resume hacks

i’m saying all this so i don’t get people in my inbox complaining about how long this is. writing a resume takes a lot of time and effort, and this post does not shy away from that

creating a resume will take you a while, especially if this is your first attempt. don’t be discouraged! take breaks, and don’t try to make the perfect resume on the first try. this tutorial is designed to be completed in rounds

it usually takes me a week to get a new master resume into working order

don’t worry about page length right now. you should make a multipage master resume that contains every relevant experience before making a 1-page resume. after you’ve made the master, you can build custom resumes from it for job applications

this post is best viewed on desktop, because i use nested bullets, and tumblr mobile hates those

let’s get into it!

step 1:

list out everything you’ve ever done that could feasibly count as a resume entry: extracurriculars, jobs, volunteer positions, research, organizations you were a part of (professional or casual), freelance work, long-term hobbies. i will refer to each different experience as an “entry”

for each entry, write where (city + state) and when (timespan) you did that thing

ex. tritones a cappella group, los angeles, ca, august 20xx - present

going forward, update this list as you join or complete new jobs/hobbies/whatever so that you don’t have to wrack your brain a year down the road wondering how long you held down that job or leadership role

step 2:

describe each entry

use bullet points to list out all the things you did within that role. start with the big picture, then move on to the small stuff

big picture: the goal of the role/organization/research, overarching and long-term projects, what results you were trying to achieve + why

ex. “studied the neuroanatomy and synaptopathy of the inner ear to determine the role of glutamate receptors in hearing loss”

small stuff: literal day-to-day tasks, every software and hardware you worked with, any particularly successful moments

basically, walk through a typical day or week in this role and list out every single thing you have to do, even the grunt work.

ex. “used redcap to administer neuropsychological batteries and collect biological data”

ex. “designed and implemented a novel article format that yielded a 10% increase in audience retention”

if you still have access to the original job posting or a corporate description of responsibilities for your role, pull that up and see how much you can paraphrase from it

no duty is too stupid rn. did you google weather forecasts for your boss every week? write it down. you can make it fancy or choose to delete it later

step 3:

fancify this shit

rewrite your bullet points from step 2 with better jargon. tell your employers what you did in a concise yet assertive manner

it helps to break down each point into its most basic components, which you can then generalize or rephrase

ex. “googled weather forecasts” might become “compiled weekly reports on changing data points to assess weather trends over time”

use action words. you can find resources all over the internet for this, but if you’re still struggling, shoot me an ask and i’ll link some of the resources i’ve used myself

caution: you don’t want to sound like you used a thesaurus on every word. make sure you aren’t obscuring the meaning of your bullet points. “googled weather forecasts” should not become “utilized online databases to assemble weekly communications on meteorological variations”

start thinking about how your responsibilities for each entry relate to a) what skills you want to showcase and b) what the employer wants from you. does the employer want you to demonstrate familiarity with online databases, or does the employer want you to demonstrate familiarity with weather forecasts? your bullet point for “googled the weather” will change depending on the answer to these questions

step 4:

look at the big picture

you probably have a metric buttload of bullet points for each entry. now you need to cut that down to what’s relevant. think about which bullets are most impressive, noteworthy, and descriptive of each entry

aim for 3-5 bullet points. any less than that and you have to ask why you’re including that entry. any more than that and the employer’s eyes will glaze over

try to combine bullet points

ex. “identify content and write articles when necessary,” “maintain a pool of freelancers,” and “identify key graphics and maintain tagging structure when uploading articles” all involve the process of creating an article, so they can be combined into: “identify content, assign stories to freelancers, write articles when necessary, and upload with appropriate graphics and tags”

start thinking about tailoring your word choices and bullet points to what the employer is looking for

if you can, pull up the job posting or a sample resume for the job you’re applying to and compare your resume to it. are you using similar language? are you demonstrating similar skills?

jobhero.com is a lifesaver

finally, eliminate redundancy in your resume, both in every individual entry and in the resume as a whole. if a skill can be demonstrated by multiple entries, you only need to list it once

kill your darlings! it may sound harsh, but the things that seem super impressive to you probably won’t even be a blip on the employer’s radar. “but saying i made coffee runs shows i’m dependable and a team player!” the employer isn’t looking that deep, my dude. you can showcase your dependability in your cover letter or your interview

you should redo steps 3 and 4 several times, soliciting feedback from your parents, peers, career center, etc each time

step 5:

add the Other Stuff

education

typically, you should only include institutions for the highest level of education you’ve attended. (undergrad and grad school both count as college for this purpose)

there are exceptions to this, depending on how long you’ve spent at a higher level of education, whether your alma mater will earn you brownie points, whether you had genuinely impressive accomplishments earlier in your life, etc.

once you hit, like, 2 years in college, you should try to get rid of high school achievements and showcase college achievements instead

list the school name, city + state, degree type (BA/MA/etc) and expected graduation date (even if it’s in the future), your major(s) + minor(s), and any related coursework (ie preprofessional tracks, specific courses related to the job). you can list your gpa if you feel it’s relevant, but i caution against doing this once you’ve graduated

ex. (where // indicates a new line) harvard university, boston, ma, may 2020 // bachelor of arts in cognitive neuroscience // minor: english: focus in creative writing // related coursework: pre-medicine, computer science 101 and 102 // gpa: 3.9/4.0 (dean’s list, all semesters)

skills

a list of items without descriptions. you can do a bulleted list or you can list the entries in paragraph form, separated by commas or bold bullets

hard skills: hardware, software, languages (spoken and programming), digital and communication platforms, social media proficiencies, other technologies and devices

ex. microsoft office suite, java, wordpress, slack, familiarity with ap and chicago style

soft skills: general qualities, buzzwords, personality traits

ex. leadership, conflict resolution, time management

certifications and awards

can be one section or two depending on how many of each you have

list each one on a separate bullet point

for each, write the certification or award, the institution that granted it, and the month and/or year you received it if relevant

publications

tbh i just cite my publications in the following format instead of following a style guide

lastname, firstname. “article or chapter title.” book title, publisher (aka company or website). publication date.

if you’re the sole author, you don’t need to list the author’s name

interlude: stretch the truth a bit. don’t lie about having experience or skills you don’t, but if you can reasonably google how to do something, boom! you’re proficient in it. if you worked with two team members who never pulled their weight? you just became the sole project lead. were you a beta reader for anime fanfiction back in the day? you’re a freelance editor, baby!

step 6:

now you have to organize all the entries from step 4

separate your entries into relevant sections. what’s relevant might change based on what you’re applying for

i’ve had, at various points in my life, some subset of the following sections: work experience, volunteer experience, leadership experience, research experience, writing experience, other relevant experience

list sections in order of descending importance

write all entries in reverse chronological order: start with the most recent and work your way backwards

write all bullet points in order of descending importance. unfortunately, i don’t have any quick tips on determining what’s important, but it helps to look at the job posting and see what matters to the employer

i tend to list big picture goals, then personal accomplishments (leadership skills, projects), then daily tasks

step 7:

format this shit

you can find resume templates online or in your word processor. templates serve as a good starting point, but i recommend creating your own format so you can edit and customize it with ease. this will probably involve a lot of fiddling with indentations, paragraph spacing, and moving things around

don’t go smaller than 10pt font

mess around with line and paragraph spacing to get the right balance of white space. if you’re curious about what i use, shoot me an ask and i’ll share my weirdly specific settings

keep an eye out for bullet points with orphan words (ie lines containing only 1-3 words) and get rid of them to streamline your resume

margins can be anywhere between 0.5″ and 1″

consistency is key! make sure each entry has the same kind of spacing. don’t use hyphens in one entry and en dashes in another

in the header, write your name, email, phone number, and address

interlude: save this version of your resume as your master resume. this gives you an unedited list of everything you ever did that you can now pick and choose from when you apply to jobs. update this list every 3-6 months.

step 8:

customize your resume for the job application

unless you’ve been in the industry for several years, your job-specific resume should be no more than 1 page

if you have more than 1 page: compare the job listing and your resume side by side and ask which entries demonstrate your capabilities most effectively, which bullet points are the punchiest, and if there’s any extraneous info

match each job requirement to one bullet point on your resume. then match each bullet point on your resume to a requirement in the listing. get rid of any bullet points that don’t meet either of those criteria. if multiple bullet points match the same job requirement, get rid of the extra bullet points

if you have significantly less than 1 page: see if you can add more bullet points or reformat your resume to introduce some more white space. a 2-column set-up is great for this, with section headers on the left and bullets on the right. do you have any hobbies you’re forgetting about? any soft skills you could add?

emulate the language of the job posting; use the same action words, the same soft skills

coda

your resume should work in tandem with your cover letter, but that’s a topic for another post. maybe in another 6 months i’ll write a post on that, too

always save your resume as a pdf! you don’t want your employer to have access to your metadata

if you made it through this whole post... i’m so sorry lmao but also thanks for sticking with me

let me know if you found this helpful or if this method scored you a job!

#studyblr #adulting #adulthood #job hunt #job applications #applying to jobs #resume #resume writing #studyspo #study blog #mine

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captainsscarlet · 4 years

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All of the Stars - Bucky Barnes x reader

A/N: Hey, it’s ya girl. I wrote this in 5 hours over a discord call with @captainscanadian. I love this so much, it’s definitely the one project I’m most proud of. So enjoy and I promise, I’m not a heartless monster!

Summary: Hey look, it’s a rewrite of Endgame.

Warnings: Angst, tears, death mentions, spoilers for Avengers: Endgame.

Words: 3,674

23 days post Thanos

You were in the kitchen, heavy bags under your eyes from the lack of sleep. Every night, you dreamed of Bucky. There was no escaping it, it was something you had to push through. In your dreams, it jumped from laying in bed and waking up remembering he was gone and dreaming that he was in turmoil somewhere with no one to help him. A cup of coffee sat in front of you, being the only thing that kept you awake. Behind you, Steve had arranged a plate of toast, bacon and eggs, trying to coax you into eating something. These days, mostly you laid in bed with your mp3 player, listening to the playlist you had made for Bucky, filled with songs that reminded him of his life before HYDRA and of you as well.

“C’mon, you gotta eat…Buck wouldn’t wanna see you like this.”

It was the argument they used to get you to get up and try to live nowadays. It wasn’t like they were trying to be hurtful or upset you. But in reality, it did. You didn’t want to think about what Bucky would say right now, or that he would be upset because the truth of the matter was that if he was here, you wouldn’t be like this. You wouldn’t be in an ocean of grief.

These days, you leaned on Thor as much as you could. Most people stayed away, but you and Thor spent every sleepless night on the roof, watching the stars and telling memories about the loved ones who had died. And while Thor blamed himself, you reminded him each time that it wasn’t his fault. That Thanos was the one who killed everyone and not the God of Thunder.

You accepted the plate from Steve and began to pick at the food in front of you, managing to choke down some toast. You were pushing the food around your plate when you saw the light of…something. You looked up at Steve and you both ran outside, seeing a glowing figure…was that a woman? She was holding a ship in her hands and you held your breath. A few moments later, Tony Stark stepped out with Nebula and you let go of the breath you’d been holding, seeing him alive. You hung back while he said something to Steve but had to go back inside when he embraced Pepper.

It stung, and a part of you, some hateful and angry part of you, wished he had died instead of Bucky. It wasn’t kind and it was horrible for you to think that you could be so mean, but it was true. You loved Tony, but you would give him up in a second to have James Barnes back in your arms again. You went and sat back at the counter, pushing the coffee and food away from you and staring into space. The fact was you couldn’t change what had already happened.

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You stood next to the new girl, a woman named Carol, as what was left of the Avengers discussed what had happened in the 23 days since that day. She chuckled slightly at Tony’s banter with Rocket but when Tony started getting upset, you stopped at stood up straighter. When he started yelling at Steve, you lost it and walked between them.

“You think you’re the only person who lost someone, Stark? We all lost someone! All of us! We could point the blame at any one of us. Hell, let’s look at you. If you hadn’t driven Bucky out of the states, if you hadn’t started a god damned war, I would have had time. I could have held him every night. But instead, I get memories of a year ago, when he was on the run. When you tried to kill him. Sure, there are some happy ones, but that is the main memory, Tony. We all are to blame.”

You didn’t stick around to hear his reaction. You went straight to your room and cried. You cried for Thor who lost his brother and his entire planet. You cried for Rocket, who lost his friends, the only family he ever had. You cried for every single person on the compound, including yourself. And it didn’t stop until late into the night, when your tears had run dry and you were too exhausted.

5 Years Later

You slammed your hand over the nightstand next to your bed, trying repeatedly to hit snooze but to no avail. Instead, you had to haul yourself up to do so, and by that time, you were already well awake. Rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you began your morning routine. Bathroom, clothes, coffee, food, and then off to work. Ever since ‘the snap’ as people were calling it, you’d been working with Steve on his support group. It had helped you through the past 5 years, and even helped you now. You try to keep things light and go with the flow, but somedays, it’s as if all of this happened yesterday and you lay in bed, crying, wrapped up in his clothes and holding the letters he wrote you from Wakanda.

But today was a good day. So you went out the door and walked to the building where the meetings were held. You unlocked the door and set yourself to work. Brewing coffee was saved for last, but you liked to clean before everyone got there. You set up chairs and tried to at least make the room somewhat cheerful. You had put on the stereo to a soft rock station while you worked and then set up your laptop and started answering emails. A lot of grieving people simply emailed instead of coming to meetings, whether they couldn’t leave home or they just wanted to remain anonymous and you and Steve tried to answer as often as you could. It hurt that you couldn’t answer them all, but you liked knowing that you could help soothe some people’s pain. You heard the door open and looked up from your computer, giving a small smile to the blonde man who’d walked in.

“Hey Steve. Just finishing up some emails and then I was gonna head down to the store and get something for meeting tonight. Anything in particular you want?” Your head went back down to typing as Steve walked toward you and put a hand on your back.

“Whatever you pick is fine. How you holding up? Nat said she hasn’t spoken to you since last week after group.”

You knew they worried about her. You lost contact with a lot of people after the snap. Tony cut you off completely, although Pepper emailed you pictures of their daughter. You’d been to New Asgard to visit Thor once or twice, but he told you not to come back. Whether it was because you reminded him of his failure or just because he’d rather be depressed and alone, you didn’t know. But you made sure the Valkyrie kept you in the loop, making sure he was at least alive. Nat and Steve were your only friends now and while you loved them, they could be very overbearing at times.

“I’m doing okay. I uh, I’ve been redoing my apartment. New paint, new rug, all that stuff.” Your fingers moved across the keyboard, your eyes not even looking up from the screen. “I know you guys are scared I’m gonna breakdown but honestly, Rogers, I’m fine. I’m trying to move on.”

Steve looked down at you and gave a soft smile before patting you on the back and going to get chairs to set up. “Can you grab more water and maybe some MnM’s?” You chuckled and gave him a thumbs up before settling back in and finishing up emails.

About an hour later, you headed to the store, music blaring in your ears as you walked, until a song made you stop in your tracks. It was one of the songs that Bucky had heard and insisted on putting on your phone. You remembered the memory so clearly.

You had been laughing and swatting at Bucky, screeching as he pinned you underneath him and began assaulting you with kisses. Bucky had started opening up a bit more and ever since, you had the time of your life. He kissed you more and wasn’t afraid to hold you, it was amazing. Your laptop had been playing some youtube playlist of old music, trying to compile a playlist for Steve of songs he might like to listen to while on the way to different missions. All songs from the 60’s and later. When the song ‘It’s Been a Long, Long Time” by Harry, James and Helen Forrest came on, Bucky stopped and listened before standing and a ghost of a smile was on his face.

“What you thinkin’ about, Bucky?” You focused on his face before it turned to face you and he held out his hands.

“This reminds me of home. Back then, I mean. Sounds like some of the stuff we would have played back then.”

You stood up and took his hands in yours, placing one on your waist before putting your own on his shoulder and swaying gently. When a woman’s voice started to croon over the speaker, you hummed along, feeling Bucky rest his head against your own. And for a moment, you wished that you were in a snow globe. That this moment would never end and just go on forever.

You felt tears rolling down your face and quickly swiped them away. It was the one song that you refused to delete. But you always skipped it when it came on shuffle, simply for the fact it made you cry every single time. You leaned against a nearby wall and just listened, holding back every feeling until the 3 minutes concluded. You had to compose yourself. If anyone at group and especially Steve, saw your tears, they’d know that you’d been lying and that in truth, you hadn’t moved on.

After a brief time of just standing there, you took a deep breath and began again toward the store. You grabbed a case of water, enough MnM’s to feed a small army, or just one super soldier, and a medium sized platter of cookies. You paid and began your way back to the center, this time with no issues. A quick set up and a couple pots of coffee later, people started showing up. You hugged and greeted each person by name and allowed everyone some time to talk before you and Steve brought everyone to the circle and started the meeting.

“Anyone wanna start?” Steve asked, looking around. You waited about a minute before you began to speak.

“I uh…I went to the store and got water today, and our song came on.” You kept a practiced, even tone, not letting your emotion show through. “I think we all try to ignore those little signs that they’re gone…but you can’t. Because it means pretending they never existed…I think we just have to push on.”

Steve turned to you and reached over, taking your hand and squeezing. “You’re right. We gotta move on. The world is in our hands, it was left to us, guys. We gotta do something with it. Otherwise, Thanos should have killed all of us.”

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You and Steve walked into the compound, you threw your bag on the table and walked into where Nat was, sweeping past Steve and heading straight for Nat, wrapping her in a hug. “I heard you were trying to get ahold of me, even though I’m pretty sure I’m old enough to watch out for myself.” You teased, grabbing a piece of Natasha’s PB and J sandwich and taking a bite. The redhead smiled up at you and held your other hand, before you both turned to look at Steve.

“You know, I keep telling everybody that they should move on and grow. Some do, but not us.” You moved your eyes back to Nat and squeezed her hand. You sometimes forgot how much Natasha was hurting, since she rarely showed that part of her to anyone. But she had lost the only family she’d ever known. Laura, the kids, Clint…even though he wasn’t dead, he still wasn’t here and that part was hard on Nat.

“If I move on, who does this?”

“Maybe it doesn’t need to be done.” The look in both of your friend’s eyes were sad and as Nat began to speak, you felt your own eyes water up. You moved to stand behind her and lean down, wrapping your arms around her chest in an attempt to comfort her. Soon after she was finished, you heard a beep on the security camera and your jaw dropped.

“Scott?” The man was speaking about a mile a minute and you knew exactly who he was. You’d met him before the boys went to the airport, and instantly liked him. And as soon as Nat confirmed that he was actually there, you actually had some hope.

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The wave of guilt you felt as you got out of the car weighed on you. Sure, you and Tony had fought before but this time it wasn’t something trivial or unimportant. You had blamed him for Bucky dying and there wasn’t really a way to come back from that. Pepper had forgiven you, understanding your grief and letting you slide. But seeing Morgan and Tony, brought back just how selfish you had been and you hung your head in shame. Instead of talking shop with the boys, you headed inside and chatted with Pepper, even playing a little with Morgan before Pepper sent her out to save Tony from the others.

“Thanks Pepper…for letting us come here. I uh, I’m glad you and Tony got your happy ending.”

Pepper wrapped her arms around you and shook her head. “Stop blaming yourself. It’s been five years, y/n. You need to stop letting this get to you.”

You smiled and pressed a kiss to Pepper’s cheek as you saw them getting up to go. “I’m really happy for you Pepper.” As you walked toward the door, you waved goodbye to Morgan and looked up at Tony. “I’m happy for you too, Tony.” He turned and called your name but you just kept walking, following Steve to the car and climbing in the back beside Scott.

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As you made your way to New Asgard, all the nerves you had pushed away came back. You hadn’t see Thor in years. And where you once were his friend and the person whose shoulder he cried on, you now were scared to face him. What if you reminded him of the bad things and pushed him into a depressive episode? You felt so much guilt for all the people you may have hurt when the Snap was fresh.

When Val looked toward the stack of empty beer kegs, you looked at her and your face dropped. He wasn’t just depressed; he was numbing the pain with alcohol. And while Bruce and Rocket may not understand, you did. You understood just how much Thor felt and what was weighing on his mind and heart.

When you knocked on the door, you didn’t expect an answer. Even so, you let Rocket try and when you ended up in the house, you couldn’t help but look around and want to cry. You knew Thor had to be in a bad place to live like this and it hurt for you to see it, but Steve had said you would do some good to see your old friend again, and you had hesitantly agreed.

When you came face to face with the God of Thunder, you expected a lot of things. Maybe to be thrown out, maybe a kiss on the cheek or even to be ignored. You did not expect to see him shirtless with a beer belly and his long blonde hair knotted and greasy. You tried to smile, truly you did, but it surely came out as more than a grimace and when Thor wrapped his arms around you, you had to hold your breath. But in all the bad, you were just happy to see him again, in any form. And now in his arms, it almost felt like it had 5 years ago, but a lot softer.

When he let you go, and Bruce mentioned Thanos, you saw the reaction. The tears, the wetness in his voice. And the fake strength in his voice as he tried to kick them out nearly broke you. But he came with you, for the beer of course. But as he was buckling himself on the ship, you reached out and took his hand.

“I missed you, Thor.”

His smile didn’t quite reach his eyes, but it was something and at that moment, it was the most important thing in the world. Because he was still the person she saw five years before, whether or not he knew it.

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During the ‘time heist’, you stayed with Pepper and Morgan. You played games near the lake with the smallest Stark and when Pepper jetted off in the suit Tony made for her and Happy appeared instead, you knew it was the end. The question was, had they done what needed doing. God, you hoped so. When Clint had come by, and told you about Nat, it killed you. The scream that came from you, it was loud and guttural. Hadn’t you lost enough already? Had you not been through enough than to lose your best friend?

You laid on the couch with Morgan, watching one of the home videos Tony had made throughout Morgan’s childhood when you heard a commotion outside. You pressed a finger to your lips and you and Happy both went to investigate. When you saw an injured Tony, you ran toward him, as he was supported by Steve and Pepper. “Did we… Did we win?” you asked, out of breath and looking to Steve for an answer. You got a nod and fell to your knees, tears flowing from your eyes as the reality hit. Clint tapped you on the shoulder a moment later and your eyes flew up to meet his.

“By the lake. We’ll patch Tony up but you should go down to the lake.”

You nodded, and began your way there but when you looked up, your breath caught in your throat. There, back facing you, stood James Buchanan Barnes, in all his glory. For 5 years you had prayed that you would hold him again. But this time, it wasn’t a dream. He was real and he was here. You wanted to fall to your knees again and thank god or whoever had made this possible.

But instead, you ran.

Your feet grew wings and you ran toward him with a simple scream of ‘Bucky!’ echoing in the trees. He turned and caught you in his arms as your arms and legs wrapped around him, completely enveloping him in your embrace. His own hands found their place on your body, holding you tight to him and pressing his face into your neck. You couldn’t stop crying, all you could do was hold him. Because he was real, and he was here.

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The table was set. Well, tables. Many laughing and smiling faces seated and there you were in the middle of it, making silly faces at Peter and Morgan from across the table. That was until you heard footsteps and you all stood, clapping as Tony sauntered in.

It had been a couple of months since the battle. A month since Thanos had been gone. Tony had almost lost his life fighting him, almost lost the little life he had for himself here. But he fought and with Bruce working on him, he was a force to be reckoned with.

“Thank you, thank you everyone. Very happy to be back.” Everyone sat back down and you slipped your hand into Bucky’s, leaning against him as you both watched Tony. “I just wanna thank each of you, because, well honestly, if it weren’t for you, we would have lost and all this would be…nothing.” He gestured to everything around him. Dinner continued on, everyone passing things around and telling stories to those who hadn’t been around or just chatting.

You stood up, putting a hand on Bucky’s shoulder and excusing yourself, before going outside and settling yourself on the railing of the porch, looking out onto the lake. It was funny, how these things happened. You were sure that Bucky never imagined Tony as his next door neighbor but from where you sat on your porch, across the lake, you could see Tony’s house, just a short boat ride away.

While Bucky didn’t wanna stop fighting, he wanted a place where his family could be safe. So in the middle of the woods, they built their dream house, complete with your grandmother’s vintage record player sitting in the living room.

You felt a hand touch your shoulder and when you turned, you were shocked to see it was Tony.

“Hey kiddo. Nice place. Not as nice as mine, but you definitely could have done worse.” You chuckled and leaning into the man. Ever since his near death experience, you had talked. Long nights of discussing and thankfully, he forgave her. He understood, what you had said back then, and why you had felt that way. He was just so concerned and grieving and upset that he couldn’t handle any other person’s feelings at that moment.

“Thanks Tony.” You smiled before swinging yourself off the railing and pulling him back inside. “C’mon Iron Man, you got a party to get back to.” You pushed him back inside and leaned against the door frame, watching your family all play and laugh with each other.

A pretty perfect picture. And it was all yours.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #marvel x reader #thor x reader friendship #tony x reader friendship #endgame rewrite

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andrcs · 4 years

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hey friends waddup ! i’m jen , just turned 23 ( n am already feelin it ) , from the gmt-2 tmz , n i go by she/her pronouns . i had about , like , half an hour of sleep today n i’m actually redoing this entire intro because as i was editing the finished version to post it , i accidentally deleted the whole thing n tumblr wouldnt let me have it back ! it’s fine i’m fine :-) anywho i’m gonna let yall go n learn a lil more about our friend andre ! hopefully u like him but if u don’t thats ok bc sometimes i don’t either !!

𝐈. 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐒 :

𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 : andre harris solomon .

𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 : n/a .

𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 : august fourth , 1991 .

𝐳𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐜 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧 : leo .

𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 : cco of solo conglomerate .

𝐈𝐈. 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 :

during the solomon’s dynasty , the family had its fair share of tumbles and quite a few scandals . great uncle abel being arrested after trying to steal half his brother’s fortune was one was a big example . may god bless the traitous bastard’s soul . also cousin denzel , declaring in the middle of thanksgiving dinner he wanted to be a opera singer , of all fucking things , and giving grandpa harrison an almost stroke , could be counted . no matter what , though , nothing prepared the family to watch the solomon fortune’s heiress coming home on her christmas break during her freshman year in college with a baby bump and no father to claim the child she carried .

in the following years , with the slightly judgemental help of all of her closest relatives , but most of all , the never ending support of her parents , gaia solomon managed not only to get her college diploma , enter the family business and help solo grow into the biggest media conglomerate of the western hemisphere , one that had a solid hand over pretty much all aspects of media and entertainment . chances are if you wanted to publish or sign a record label deal or be on a tv show , sooner or later you would encounter someone from solo . but she had also manage to raise with the utmost love and care , no lack of sacrifices , and a healthy amount of ear-pulling , a man she can’t help to be most proud of .

andre solomon never knew who his father was , or cared to . and as far as his mother was concerned , he didn’t have a father . as a child , he never felt like he was missing anything in life , there was no angry void aching to be filled , no painful moments to remember his childhood by . he had been happy . no matter how busy his mom was , she was always loving and attentive whenever she was around , played baseball and football and soccer with him whenever he asked her to , and grandpa harrison was always available if the boy ever needed a guy figure in his life . of course , there were some bumps and bruises along the way , and a pinky finger he never fully got the feeling back , but it was a beautiful , fulfilling childhood .

as a teenager , recently acquainted with a never seen before freedom , and just out of puberty , andre grew more acquainted with getting in trouble . thankfully , nothing like cousin gina , who had to cut off a part of her ear after piercing it by herself with her tenth grade friends . while rambunctious and mischievous , he was always to smart to get caught doing something that could get him in any kind of real trouble , and by then , the family knew that they could trust andre to not be too irresponsible , and even if they didn’t , at least he had both ears intact .

a full grown adult , after getting his marketing degree in northwestern university , andre followed his mother’s footsteps and worked hard to climb the organizational ladder and reach the cco position , becoming one of his grandfather’s valued advisors along the way . these days , he works hard to keep his image clean and his professional life very well separated from his private one , being very succesful at it thus far .

𝐈𝐈𝐈. 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 :

andre can definitely be considered a little bit too cocky in his confidence . he knows his strengths and doesn’t believe in fake humility , always eager to be praised by whatever actions . also very focused , he feels as if he knows exactly what he deserves in all aspects of his life , and doesn’t hesitate to work for it until he’s satisfied .

he is also , however , a very fun loving individual . andre believes in the motto work hard , play hard . and you can definitely find him going on expensive trips to exotic locations or some rich person adventure more often that he’d like to admit . is constantly surrounded by a-list celebrities or clout chasers who attach to him due to his connections into the industry . and as being the center of attention is one of his favorite things , he absolutely adores it .

very , extremely sarcastic and definitely not the most outwardly affectionate person , it takes a lot to get him to soften up , but andre’s also extremely loyal to those he knows are his real friends , and always makes sure that they are with him no matter where he goes and what he gets .

is known to be quite the ladies’ man , and often lives up to the reputation , even though he’s settled down quite happily a few times during his adulthood . he’s not averse to relationships , per say , but also doesnt want to jump in carelessly , specially when he’s not felling the situation . is frequently engaged in some sort of drama with the girls in his life and even though he claims to dislike it , he loves all the attention he gets from them ( ew , i hate him , he’s gross )

𝐈𝐕. 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 :

childhood best friend / chicago native ( 1 / 2 ) : people who’ve known him since before he hit puberty and became cool and who are with him til this very day . they might not be best friends for whatever reason but still are closer than most friendships out there . ( pearl , )

flings / could be past or present : could also range from the silliest to the most angsty stuff , andre definitely has the repertoire for it .

ride or dies ( 2 / 6 ) : truly ride or dies , his closest group of friends , the ppl that are with him no matter where he is and the only people outside his family he’d do whatever for . ( devin , watson )

exes / chicago native ( 2 / 2 ) : i have some ideas about them but lets just say one would have ended in decently good terms and one would not . ( vera , aurora )

friend with interests ( 0 / 2 ) : andre has a lot of ins with the media industry , and this person would definitely have an ulterior motive to hang around him , whether he’s realised it yet or no .

flirtationship ( 1 / 1 ) : first of all i hate that word my GOD but also , would be a kind of thing where they’d both be feeling each other but for some reason things just wouldn’t progress ? ( elissa )

there is a lot more but i’ve just written this thing twice in a row n my brain is currently just 2 neurons barely communicating so i should probably quit while i’m ahead ? but pls message me bc if u want to know some more about andre or come up w plots or just talk about how hot mbj is n how unfair it is that the rpc doesnt gif him nearly enough ? or we could also talk abt something i might be delusional rn so i have a bunch of interesting topics ok bye thanks for sticking around i love uuuu

#░ ▹ 𝙊𝙐𝙏 𝙊𝙁 𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙍𝘼𝘾𝙏𝙀𝙍 / / oh jenny !#wealthyhq:intro #oof this has been a ride ladies n gents #and am i glad to be done with it #also raise ur hand if u have a cousin gina in ur life

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ljandersen · 4 years

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(Femshep/Kaidan Alenko, Mass Effect 3, Chapter 1 but works as a one shot)

Shepard’s ribs shrank tighter each passing minute. Each minute they hadn’t reached the Citadel. When it happened the air had stopped moving. The only sound she could hear was her own heartbeat. Then he fell limp, helmet lolling to the side. The reality of it – Kaidan dead – felt like getting torn out an airlock. One moment everything’s safe, your boots are on solid ground, each breath alive with oxygen. As it should be. The next, everything’s depressurizing, alarming, and you’re sucked into the vacuum of space, spinning and clawing at emptiness, gasping for breath. Like dying. Her experience of it anyway.

But he wasn’t dead. He lay on a metal bed in front of her chair. The med bay’s fluorescents flickered overhead giving his skin a waxiness she only saw on corpses. She hunched forward. The folding chair wobbled and tipped her forward. One leg was too short. It would drive Kaidan crazy if he was sitting here.

She smiled despite herself. “You remember the folding chairs, Kaidan? Our ground team debrief. I’d always set up a circle in the corner of the cargo hold. And after Feros? You can’t pretend you don’t remember. The wobbly chair. I could see it eating at you the whole time. Each time you shifted your face would get more strained, jaw tightening, nostrils flaring. You started to sit ramrod straight. Absolutely still. May have kept the meeting going a little longer than needed, I admit. Began to walk around as I spoke, brush against your shoulder. Your chair would wobble. About the fourth pass, you started shooting me a death glare every time I came by your chair. Ha.

"The moment the meeting ended, you smacked the chair upside down and started working at the feet. I bent down, opened my palm. The missing cap for the back chair leg. Your face! You were all sputtery. How did I even know where you would sit? I pointed around at all the chairs and dropped a pocketful of caps at your feet. One for each chair, every back, right leg. Every one but mine. No one else even noticed. It only bothered you. Like I knew it would.”

She laughed and folded her hands on the edge of the metal table. Bruises marbled his features, dark and growing like a shadow. Her laughter choked. She cleared her throat and gave him a tight smile.

“Remember the next debriefing? Do you remember, Kaidan? You thought I wasn’t looking when you came in. You exchanged our chairs. You had this cute, little canary-savoring smile when I turned around. Adorable. But I suspected what you’d do. I even looked away so you could do it. You plopped down, smug smile, and … well, we both know what happened, don’t we?”

Shepard scrapped her seat closer to him. “I just meant to bother you, you know. Another wobbly chair, and I knew you’d be checking out the chair’s feet when you came in. Couldn’t pull the same trick. I just … ha, I didn’t mean for it to break on you. Not completely. A little too much aplomb in your victory drop onto the seat, I guess. I still remember Liara yelling, ‘Oh, Goddess!’ and clutching her chest like she’d seen you shot. Garrus had to figure out what the hell happened. He bolted over, flipped the chair over, and found the loose hinge with an ‘ah ya.’ Then there was Ash, tearing up and pounding her leg. If Wrex and Tali had been with the ground team, you really would have had an audience. Krogan laughter shakes walls. You frowned at me, then dusted yourself off with an ‘oh, clumsy me’ shrug for everyone else. You were so pleased with yourself before your ass hit the floor. I remember you lurking in the doorway, seeing which chair I sat in. It didn’t wobble on me. Kept all my weight on my heels, pal. I knew your methods.”

He was so still. For one cold second, she thought he was dead. She lifted her fingers to his face and felt his breath, soft and faint. The pressure released from her lungs. Her fingertips crested over each lip. Just a second to feel the softness of – She sat back sharply and cleared her throat. ,

“Anyway, you’re a good sport, Kaidan. Still sorry it broke on you. Said as much when I caught you alone later raiding the mess.” Shepard worked his gauntlet off and dropped it on the floor. She held his hand. His skin was cool, like his blood was already slowing. Shepard bit her lips and concentrated on his face instead.

“Remember how you got back at me? And don’t tell me it wasn’t premeditated. I still don’t believe you. It was Noveria, remember?

“They let me keep my gun, then put me through that little security tap and dance number. I was posing for my dumbass clearance badge, and you cracked that stupid birthing cow joke. For the record, I was laughing at you, not the joke. That joke might be a showstopper at a seven-year-old’s birthday party, but uh, you need to adult-up your jokes. Seriously, as a marine, I’m embarrassed you don’t know more dirty jokes. Or maybe you do. You better not have a cache of dirty jokes and still chose to give me the birthing cow one.”

She traced his fingers. She remembered his fingers intertwining with hers. His hands holding her face. Remembered the way he stroked her hair when Ash died, his face pressed down in her hair, his breath wet and catching. She worked her fingers between his and squeezed his palm.

“Anyway, stop getting me off topic. I’m complaining about Noveria. You told me your damn decalf-einated joke. I laughed. At you. And that was the snapshot they got. I hollered for a redo, but you tap this sign on the wall. Then that bitchy security guard started tapping it too. No retakes. No retakes! Like a delete and re-click takes more time than walking over to tap a plastic sign on the wall. Your picture, Ash’s picture – both serious, stern, soldierly. Me? You can see the back of my throat. Hair in my mouth, one eye half closed. It’s lucky I didn’t have snot bubbling from my nose. Now, you can’t tell me that wasn’t premeditated, Alenko. Maybe premeditated by minutes, the seconds between seeing the sign and dredging up your kid’s birthday party joke, but still. Premeditated.

“I had to clip that picture to my chest. Got barked at every time I tried to turn the picture around. I just acted like it was an accident. ‘Oh, really? Turned around again? You don’t say.’ And the screens, Kaidan! If their greeting wasn’t a warm enough welcome, they flash my face over every screen in the compound. A friendly reminder to let everyone know a Spectre was on the premise. To encourage compliance with my investigation. You never bought that either, right? Yeah, no. I didn’t think so. Clearly keeping everyone on alert so they wouldn’t comply. And that lovely security picture? ‘Spectre Shepard is here.’ The dignified Spectre on all the giant screens haw-hawing, one-eye squeezed shut. We’d come around a new corner and bam! Another screen of it. Then I’d hear the punchline of the birthing cow joke. You whispering ‘decalf-einated’ at my back. Ash snickering. Imagine if the press had a copy of that picture? You have a copy somewhere, don’t you? Don’t even answer. I know you do.”

She pressed his hand between hers and drew in a shaky breath. His eyelids were blackening, no movement, not even dreaming. The bruises deepened over his entire face. She squeezed his hand and forced another smile. He had changed so much.

“You had a nice trick back there, Kaidan,” Shepard whispered. “Liara called it Reaving. Fancy. Trying to impress me? You did. You’re so confident too. Bearing, voice, no more oscillating, hesitancy. Good idea with the tram, with the short-range radio, that ambush in the control room. I’d like to see you on the field directing a team. Always knew you were special. Leadership material if you’d only ever make a decision and not hold back, believe in yourself. I always believed in you. But you knew that didn’t you, Kaidan?”

His skin swelled across his cheeks and around his eyes. His face was expressionless. Vacant. Because he’s dying. Her heart twisted. She sucked in a breath.

“It can’t end like this, Kaidan.” She touched his jaw. A light touch. She didn’t want to make anything worse. If his face was swollen, broken, and bruised, what did his brain look like? That sharp, intense mind she missed. She may have come back from the dead but he wouldn’t. “The last thing we say to each other can’t be our words on Mars. I’m not a husk, Kaidan, or the Illusive Man’s puppet. Against all odds, I’m really, really not. And I’m alive. Maybe some new parts. No one should see machinery glowing through their skin, but I’m still me. What counts is here. Right here.”

“Commander?” Jokers’ voice came overhead.

Shepard rocked back in her chair. “Joker? ETA?”

“Seven minutes out. Medical transport standing by.”

“Good.” Shepard stood. She brushed her fingertips on his lips and felt the slow breath. “Keep that up. The breathing. Unconscious part? I’ll allow it for now, I guess.” She ran her eyes over him. Scuffed and bloody armor, black and blue face, his hair in disarray. She touched his hair. A faint energy crackled across her skin. His biotics. Her heart lifted. It was like feeling the pulse of his heartbeat. It showed he hadn’t gone. He had to live. She wanted to remember him face flushed and alive, not a shell with the soul draining away.

“Seven minutes, Kaidan,” she said. Something from Mars came to mind, and her lips curve up. She looked him in the face. “I’m the person you loved, huh? Said the same thing on Horizon. Might have been nice to hear when it was present tense. Before I died. I’ll give you a pass though. I’ve only told my parents that. So, you got me beat even by putting it in the past. Is it really so past, though, Kaidan?”

She brushed his hair back again and chuckled. “And, just so you know, Major, the hell I will ‘Kaidan’ you again. You haven’t heard the last of it. Ha. And, I’ll mess with your folding chair. Don’t put it past me.” She bent down, hesitated – maybe she shouldn’t – she stamped a kiss on his check and pulled back with a snap. “Five second rule. So, uh, doesn’t count. ��Not taking advantage of you. If this was a fairy tale, you’d be thanking me right now.”

The med bay door slid open. Liara swished into the room. “Shepard, we’re almost there. We should get him down to the bay. Is he still …”

“Yes. He is.”

“I’ll get James with the stretcher.” She dashed away.

Shepard turned back to Kaidan and squeezed his shoulder. “Hey, what do you call a cow that just gave birth?” She rubbed a hand across her face and sniffled. “I’ll find you some better material, Kaidan. So … stand by.”

James and Liara burst into the med bay with a stretcher. Shepard took the end from Liara and angled it next to his bed.

“Let’s move him out.”

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/21369139/chapters/50901124

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