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youn9racha · 3 years

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can you do dilf tropes for skz? (each member has a dilf trope kinda thing) 🙏🏼

Ella’s Thoughts #14 (??) (requested)

hmm i’m not sure about that one, but i’ll give it a try. also i assume you mean it in a wholesome way, so i practically made it as them as dads 💀💀💀 i hope its not a problem.

Headcanons: Stray Kids as dilfs/dads

Chan

Unpopular opinion: i see chan being more of a stepdad dilf rather than a biological dilf (no i do not mean it like that, GET YOUR HEAD OUT OF THE GUTTER !!) he strikes me as the type to not want children but he would love to take care of them nonetheless. like a non-dilf dilf type of guy (like he is rn lmfao.) he does not by any means hates children, he would love to have kids with you if you both want to. he just feels having a kids is too much, and its enough that he serves as a father figure to not only seven boys, but also to some stays, i think he would better off taking care of the boys’ kids or your kids of a previous relationship rather than having actual ones.

BUT if he were to have kids, its not any different from the way he treats his members. i mean there‘s an obvious difference, but he would still be that goofy, caring yet slightly strict father who constantly looks after his kids, especially if his kid is a girl, but it wouldn’t be any different if his kid was a boy as well.

oh and he’s a silver fox dilf like i’ve mentioned in the past :)

Minho

I mean ain’t he technically a dilf (along with chan) ???? mans already has three cats, ain’t that enough ??? no jk, minho’s the type of dilf who’s very chill and nonchalant about the way he’s handling his child. Like he strikes me as the type of dad dilf who would ignore his child’s cry for attention, but obviously it would be a totally different story if his kid, lets say, gets injured, there he would be this comforting dad who would both tend his child’s wound and also try to make them smile by making goofy sounds and faces.

I can also see him enabling his child’s chaotic antics. as long as no one’s hurt or crying, he’s not stopping them.

all in all; Minho’s a 3 c’s dilf; chill, chaotic yet cherishing.

Changbin

Oh boy is this man’s a child. i think he’d be more like Minho, but has a little bit of Chan element to it. He has the tendency to be very childish and he allows himself to be kid-like with his kids, however he does happen to discipline his kid when his kid has done something wrong. He still however acts all goofy and he sometimes makes baby faces and noises to his kid in order to make them laugh when they’re younger, or endearingly embarrass them when they get older

He‘s definitely more freeing than Chan, but he’s less lenient than Minho when it comes to parenting, however he’s a baby dilf, so be it.

Hyunjin

Again, this man’s already a father of a dog, kami, so he’s a technically dilf as well. He’s the type of dilf who’s very stylish and attractive to anyone of all age demographics, and he knows it. He would also SPOIL THE SHIT out of his child. he may also match his child with his outfit. like if i’m wearing burberry, my child’s wearing burberry.

All in all, Hyunjin’s a stylish rich daddy >:)

Jisung

How can someone gives off teen dad vibes despite being in his twenties and does not even have a pet, let alone a child? for some reason, jisung gives off that vibes. Don’t get me wrong, he’d definitely be affectionate and caring, but you can’t tell me that this man isn’r the most unprepared and anxious dad ever. Like every new parent, he does feel scared to carry a baby, in fear of dropping it, but his child would be 18 years old and he’d still be anxious as fuck.

All in all, he’s a caring and kind dilf but this man is a nervous wreck, he’s a cause for disaster most time. But he is cute, so he can get a pass lmffaooo.

Felix

ngl i’ll probably cry writing this…. cry of laughter, because gOD IS HE MORE EMBARRASSING THAN JISUNG !!! idk whats my vendetta against felix, but on god i love this kid so much. YES KID, because you going take care of two kids rather than one, you’re a single parent, i’m sorry.

in all seriousness, he’s a child parent, and he often is seen silding down the slide with his child in his lap. He constantly makes that baby voice he makes at times. He’s also the perfect guy to read his kid a bed time story, and he would also have a bake day with his child as well <3333 nahh he’d be an adorable ass dilf no joke.

Seungmin

this man… he is a savage in itself, and you think his kid, the literally creature that came out of his testes, would get a special treatment? think again, because he would absolutely drag his child through the mud. i obviously don’t think this man would do anything to hurt his child, emotionally or physically. think of it as a father-child banter between them. bonus if his child happens to have the same personality as him.

he does get all intimidating when mad, which envokes fear onto anyone close to him, however i still do think he’d be a fine ass dilf…. he just needs to shut his smart ass up before i beat him and his child u—

Jeongin

He’s giving felix and jisung here as well. clueless, scared, and anxious. mans a baby, why the fuck would you give him a child? he’d hold the child with his eyes wide open and be like “…. wait thats mine?! help me!” in a panicking voice making him and the baby cry.

he would be the type of dad who would let his child off the hook most of the times. he gives off “my child isn’t wrong, you are” vibes highkey. He also is the type of dad who would yell at his child for not cheating at an online class. what i’m saying is he’s a weird dilf thats all im saying lmfao

oh you disagree ? THATS TOO BAD I DON’T CARE !!! //j

#ella’s thoughts #stray kids headcanons #stray kids dilfs #skz headcanons #stray kids soft hours #stray kids soft thoughts #skz soft hours #stray kids fluff #skz fluff

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ever-is-typing · 3 years

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Yooo your hc's are mad good!!

May i please get Mike Morton relationship hc's? Im curious whats your take on his character

note: aw geez, you flatter me anon! tysm "^_^ i'll try my best to do ol' mikey's character justice here!

🤹‍♂️🎪 Mike (Acrobat)🎪🤹‍♂️ general relationship headcanons!

• Mike Morton is... interesting, personality-wise. he used to be relatively upbeat/playful during his days with Hullabaloo...

• but, since the tragedy, he tends to flit between that old version of himself and... something a little darker.

• but we'll get into that later!

• for the most part, he's pretty playful with his sweetheart- he teases you here and there, but it's outta love ;)

• might play a few harmless pranks on you every so often- though, being his s/o means that you might just get a pass on April Fools ;0

• also loves telling you jokes. your laugh is literally the most beautiful thing he's ever heard <:)

• despite his otherwise childish nature, he wants you to view him as respectable and mature- that's all he really wanted from everyone else in his life, anyways

• so he'll work hard to be a responsible boyfriend!

• holding the door for you?? pulling flowers up outta the ground and presenting them to you with a flourish?? nearly burning down the entire manor because he was trying to cook your favourite food?? you can bet ur butt those are all happening (if not in succession of each other =.=)

• either way, he's just fed up with being belittled and treated like a kid- give him some respect and positive affirmation will make him want to propose on the spot

• Mike also insists on practicing his acrobatics routines religiously. even if he's got no one to perform for right now, he's still gotta stay sharp!

• you assure him that you're gonna support him no matter what, though- you're always amazed by his spectacular display!

• and your applause makes this poor man's heart swell <3

• it feels like he's finally getting the recognition he had always craved/dreamt of since his time at Hullabaloo...

• and, while we're on the subject of Hullabaloo, now might be a good time to mention his melancholic episodes.

• despite the happy-go-lucky facade he tries his best to hold together, Mike's never been the same since that tragic event.

• he spent so much time before the manor restlessly searching for the perpetrator of the massacre-

• so much that his revenge quest began to make him feel hollow, vacant... and really, who could blame him? Hullabaloo, Bertrum, that was the only life /family he ever knew. and now, they were gone forever.

• now, of course, Mike's world has gotten a lot brighter since you showed up in his life

• at first, his depressive states rendered him cold and dismissive- he didn't want to make himself vulnerable to your ridicule.

• but, once you were able to coax the story out of him, you made it very clear to him that you were there to support him in any way that you could.

• you loved him sm and just wanted to help him get through these feelings however you were able to

• and honestly that promise made him feel a sort of happiness he didn't think he would ever feel again

• he felt like... he could finally have a family again, in you, his beloved s/o.

• and maybe, someday, if you both ever got out of this cursed manor, you'd be able to start a family of your own.

"𝑾𝒐𝒘, 𝑰 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒉𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒋𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒑𝒐𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝑰? 𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘, 𝒀/𝑵- 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒕𝒓𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒆-𝒖𝒑 𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕, 𝒐𝒌𝒂𝒚?"

-Mike Morton 🎭🎭

#idv #identity v #idv x reader #identity v x reader #idv headcanons #idv scenarios #idv acrobat #idv mike #idv mike morton

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we-always-hit-our-ass · 4 years

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Heyyyy uh I love your stuff and I had an idea that wont let me sleep 😂 What if like the reader was mia or something and everyone was really upset and nervous and cobb kept saying how you were dead until doc roe just has enough of his bullshit and just punches him. (Feel free to change the character i just thought doc losing his composure was an interesting concept) bonus points for romantic connection? Im sorry if this is horrible im vry vry tired

Taglist: @radiantcade, @deldontplay, @thatsonefishyboi, @noneofurbusinez, @meteora-fc, @hufflepuffpancakes

yo i can totally get why this idea wouldn’t let u sleep. its because its damn good-

lovely anon, this one is for you ;))))

also italic means past events-

words: 2.8k words (aww srry if its shorter than my other fics)

warnings: some violence, cursing, ANGST and sadly no resolved or happy ending :’((((

btw thank u @radiantcade for tellin me to make a taglist, major kudos to u ma’am. btw if you want to be added just hmu, no worries ;)))

Absence Makes the Heart Grow Fonder (Eugene Roe x Reader)

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“Aw, Genie! Don’t look at me that way!”

“Looking at you like what?”

“Like you’re mad! C’mon Genie, it was only a joke! Y’know I didn’t mean to make you upset by taking your morphine-”

Gene shot you a look which seemed to look like a mix of exasperation and annoyance. He stiffly grabbed the small packets of morphine that were being held in your grip. Eugene then quickly stuffed them in his pocket before walking away from your position with his signature blank look.

“I’m not mad.”

“Hey! You are! I can tell by your face.”

You followed after him, desperate for him to accept your apology, or at least for him to give you a smile. You desperately tried to keep up with him, his brisk pace making it a challenge for you to walk by his side.

“Well, this is the face I got.”

He walked faster, seemingly trying to avoid or lose you. He walked through buildings, dove straight forward into crowds of people, or even going as far as to tell someone to block you. You still made haste though, and in no time were already hot on his heel.

You grew tired of it and reached out to grab his hand. After you had his hand in yours, he stopped immediately and turned slowly to face you.

“For someone who’s mad, you’re acting awfully childish.”

“(Y/N), for the last time, I’m not mad. I can never get mad at you”

“Then what are you?”

You stood in front of him with one eyebrow quirked up and your hands on your hips. You tapped your foot on the ground as you waited for an answer.

You were left shocked as he pushed by you. He was only a couple steps away from you until he turned with a small smile and gave you a shrug before heading back to the Med Bay.

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It was that day, the day that Eugene Roe realized how much he cared for you.

It’s been four days since you disappeared from Easy Company. Four. Fucking. Days. Everybody was extremely worried and your absence has made everyone tense.

If someone as lovable and skilled as you was missing, then they certainly wouldn’t stand a chance.

The men weren’t the same and it took a significant toll on every single one of them. But it especially took a large toll on the Cajun medic. Eugene couldn’t believe it. He refused to. He refused to believe that you weren’t there with them for four days.

Where the fuck were you? That was the thought on everyone’s minds.

Eugene couldn’t comprehend it. It felt like only yesterday that you were there right beside him, making him turn as red as his nose and making his heart pound like a drum.

Memories of you were still fresh on his mind, and they always seemed to taunt him.

He’d think of scenarios of you not being missing and how’d it was all just a big stupid joke or dream. Your face was all he could think about and his heart clenched every time.

It was soul-crushing, and he despised it. Eugene couldn’t focus since the day you were reported gone. Of course, he was fine after a few days, but the feeling of unease and tension grew with each passing moment. It gnawed on him continuously, but he couldn’t stop it.

(E/C) eyes and (H/C) hair was what he only wanted to see. But then he would see those beautiful eyes of yours dull and void of life, your once soft hair then greasy and matted with dried blood. Eugene would wake up in a cold sweat, the beating of his heart deafening him.

Everyone noticed his changed demeanor. Eugene got more cold, a little more distant and stand-offish. His personality mirrored everybody else’s after they got the news. But he was the one that was most affected. That was a fact.

Eugene was spacing off more than what was necessary. He was constantly in a daze and of course slower in his work. It was only when someone was injured that he was moving fast. But even then, he still wasn’t focused.

The spark of life in him was extinguished and that affected his work. He’d sometimes forget what he was doing, causing one of his patients to scream at his ear.

It wasn’t the first time it happened. As the days went by, the more Eugene got caught up with his thoughts on your being.

It caused him to get a nice chat with Winters on why he was acting like this.

“Roe… I know that it just might be nothing, but I noticed that you aren’t the same. Like something’s been bothering you. May I ask why you’re acting like this.”

“Sir, I think you already know of (Y/N) being MIA.”

Winters immediately looked down, as even someone with such authority like him was distraught about you. Winters quickly looked up and cleared his throat, eyes full or sorrow like Gene’s.

Eugene straightened his back and he gripped onto the fabric of his pants.

“Of course… It’s been affecting everyone. I just wish that she was back with us. Do you still believe that she’s alive, Roe?”

“Of course, sir. I’m sure that she’ll turn up. Someday.”

“Maybe, Roe…” Winters nodded towards Eugene with a tight smile. “Dismissed.”

Eugene was being hit with numerous waves of anger, sadness, and worry. All five stages of grief were being experienced at the same time. He walked away, and even if he was supposed to be used to it by now, he couldn’t muster the courage to do so.

Images you being held prisoner and being tortured by the German Army scared him. Then images of you lying on the ground, fresh bullet wound on your head, the crimson liquid running down your face and onto the ground to create a morbid halo flashed afterwards.

Eugene did nothing but drown in his thoughts underneath a tree nearby after that.

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“Gene?”

“Yes, mon ange?”

“Why do you always call me that?”

“For starters… You are one.”

“One of what?”

“An angel. ‘Mon ange’ means ‘my angel’. I also call you that because… Like I said, I am sure that you are one yourself. I wouldn’t believe you if you said you weren’t.”

The sun beamed down upon the two of you as you sat upon the grassy field. Your eyes were on the lush green trees in the distance, Eugene’s eyes, however, were fixed upon your face. You seemed oblivious to it, fortunately for him.

You smiled and you turned your eyes to meet his, and you reached your (S/C) hands to intertwine with his bigger ones. You turned back to set your gaze on the forest, but the dark-haired man’s look never averted.

“Gene…”

“Hm?”

“You really think that?”

“Of course I do. God forbid the day I stop calling you mon ange.”

You rested your head on his shoulders, as the sun set over the horizon. Eugene tensed up momentarily before he relaxed, taking in your warm presence and happy demeanor. You tightened your hold on his hand and a smile crept on your lips.

“Je t’aime, mon ange…”

“I love you too, Genie.”

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It had been more that a week since any sign of you. Some of the paratroopers had already seemed to have given up hoping for you to magically come back. No one dared to mention you, it was already too much to handle. Some of the privates that you knew couldn’t say your name without tearing up.

Eugene felt like that too, but he was too cold to let anybody see him that way.

Most of Easy Company still held on to their feeble thoughts and dreams however. Eugene was one of them.

He waited for a sign. Any sign. No matter how insignificant or small, he wanted one. He just wanted a sign that reassured him that you were indeed fine and well.

Eugene of course waited patiently for it. His nights were spent praying for you to return to them. Most importantly, to return to him.

By then he would make sure that you would always be by his side. By then he’d also make sure that he won’t take those fleeting moments he spends with you for granted.

Eugene already did that too much and those were one of the many things he regrets. If he ever sees your face again, he’ll make sure to make you his the moment he lays his eyes on you. That was exactly what he was going to do.

For the time being, Eugene and a few of the boys from Easy Company were lazing around in their bunks, and some already sleeping. They were practically waiting for anything. Orders. An attack. Maybe even you returning...

Moments like these passed uneventfully. That was what Eugene always thought. The soft rumbling and muffled sounds of German artillery hitting something didn’t surprise them anymore.

“Why are you all so quiet?”

A familiar annoying voice rang out through the room and most heads turned towards the culprit. Eugene mildly disliked Cobb, he was annoying sure, but he didn’t really do anything to make Eugene’s blood boil. Others ignored him, seemingly thinking that dealing with Cobb just isn’t worth it.

Cobb had a different plan. As soon as he saw that nobody paid attention and answered his question, he opened his mouth and crossed the line that no man in Easy Company has ever dared to step over.

“Are you guys still thinking about (Y/N)?

The air immediately grew stagnant and sour, and the men of Easy turned to face Cobb, who had a very shit-eating grin on his face. Eugene was one of the men who turned to him, and he glared hard at Cobb.

“Oh come on, she’s clearly dead.”

“Oh for fuck’s sake, Cobb.�� George snapped at Cobb, who didn’t seem to listen.

The air was full of tension and every man in the room wanted to throw Cobb into a fucking fire. Eugene then turned away, anger gnawing at his mind. Some of the men were clearly in discomfort, one of them even excusing themselves from the room.

“Just think about it, a girl, like her? She’s clearly gone, I mean she’s been missing for what? A week? Take a look at people who’ve been missin’ for a day. Look where they ended up. They ended up dead.”

“Do you not know when to shut your fucking mouth?”

“Well all of you are really stupid for believing she’s going to come back! She’s fucking dead, get over it. What’s so special about her anyway, huh?”

Liebgott sprung from his seat and walked to stand face to face with Cobb. Eugene begged for Cobb to shut up for once. The dark-haired man narrowed his eyes at Cobb, his lips pursing as he sat tense in his seat.

You didn’t deserve this. You didn’t deserve to disappear and to be talked in this way by a man who had the same brain capacity as fucking rock.

Eugene clenched his fists as he looked down on his lap. It took all of his will to not strangle Cobb right then and there.

Cobb’s pestering voice kept ranging out throughout the room, the men were trying their best to make him stop his bullshit. It was like a buzzing mosquito next to Eugene’s ear, and he wanted it gone.

“(Y/N)’s dead, you fucking idiots. All of Easy Company would be way better without her anywa-”

“Shut up. Shut up!”

Eugene lunged from his chair, the creaking of the wooden air on the cold ground rang throughout the air. But it wasn’t the harsh creaking that made everyone silent. It was the fact that Eugene Roe, the cold medic who kept to himself, snapped. Immediately everyone’s eyes widened as they eyed Eugene.

The Cajun man felt nothing but pure, unfiltered rage as he looked straight into Cobb’s eyes. He couldn’t tell, but Eugene was shaking. His clenched fist raised up in the air to direct itself into Cobb’s jaw.

A sickening crack was heard as Cobb fell into the floor and Eugene only looked in indifference.

Cobb fell down on the floor as he cried out, the eyes of the men in the room only widened further as they looked to each other for any sort of answer as to what came over Eugene.

Everyone knew that you and Eugene were close, rumours were even spreading around that you two were dating, which turned out to be true.

They weren’t anticipating Eugene almost knocking out Cobb though. It was bound to happen, anyway. Eugene couldn’t let you get insulted by Cobb, he didn’t stand up for it. The angry red feeling was intense as it coursed through his entire body as he opened his lips to speak again.

“Do you even hear yourself, you selfish bastard? You only care about yourself and you never take into consideration what's going on, do you? If (Y/N) is dead, so what? She’s still a better soldier and person than you are.”

Cobb sat still as Eugene went on his rant, his hand clenching his aching jaw and head. Eugene was seething beyond recognition and everyone just looked in shock.

“-I don’t get it! How come she gets to die while you stay here with us? How come it isn’t you in her place? How come you’re the one here instead of her?”

Harsh words flew from Eugene’s mouth, each syllable was laced in venom and his accent making each word hurt more. Eugene pointed at Cobb repeatedly as he raised his hands. During his anger-filled speech, the photograph he kept with him fell to the ground.

Eugene fell silent as he went up to pick up the picture. It was a photograph of you. You were smiling with not a care in the world. You were wearing your uniform proudly as you showed off your jump wings to the camera. You were beautiful...

But most importantly, you were still there with him. As reality dropped down upon him like a pile of bricks and he hurriedly shoved the faded photograph into his pocket.

His eyes fell upon a shaken Cobb and his anger was only fueled more. He stood up straighter and his eyebrows furrowed more.

“She deserved it way more than you! (Y/N) didn’t need people talking about her behind her back! (Y/N) didn’t need to be separated from us! So tell me, why on Earth are you not gone, but she is? Give me a good reason!”

Cobb stayed silent as he mumbled angrily under his breath while clutching his jaw, his eyes were narrowed at Eugene who stared back.

“Get the fuck out.”

Immediately Cobb git back on his feet, his hands grabbing the wall for support before stumbling for the door to outside. Cobb threw one last glare at Eugene before opening the door and heading out of the building.

The slam of the door echoed in the building, and heads turned towards the medic. Eugene stood in his spot, eyes glued to the closed door where Cobb had just left.

His chest was still rising up and down heavily, and exasperated breaths were pulled from his mouth. George slowly brought up a hand to go onto Eugene’s shoulder, but Eugene pulled away before he could.

“Eugene?”

“I’m going outside…”

His deep voice was menacing, but they held deep amounts of pure and utter despair. The boys decided to let him go as they saw his state. Heavy footsteps were heard as Eugene walked to the door.

He hesitated for a moment before heading out in the cold, biting air. Eugene gingerly took the photo from his pocket and he held it by his fingertips as he lovingly gazed at your smiling face.

He sat on the debris near the stone building, but it was hidden from sight, giving him time to himself. The medic looked at the photograph with a melancholy expression, another tight smile was brought on his face.

The world was cruel, Eugene knew that, but he never experienced it this hard. The pain from losing a patient or friend in his hands was incomparable to the pain he felt at this moment. The snow fell on the ground, a calm and serene sight. Which was a complete opposite of Eugene.

Soft yet clear sniffles were heard as fresh tears dropped on the snow below. He tried to choke back tears, but they ran down his cold cheeks.

Eugene brought his hands to wipe them away, but they were quickly replaced. His lip quivered and Eugene attempted to stay as quiet as he could. He stifled more cries and whimpers and he leaned his head back.

That photo taunted him.

Your smiling face in the photograph only brought him temporary relief and happiness, but he needed the real you. Eugene loved you so much. Maybe a litte too much.

But you would never know the extent of his love… Your fate was unknown, but his hopes were crushed as soon as those dreaded words left Cobb’s lips.

Eugene Roe, the now dazed and distant medic of Easy Company, has finally broken.

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im not crying i swear-

btw sorry this is shorter than my other fics but i hope you liked what i did! im sorry if it didnt come up the way you would have wanted but hopefully you still enjoy it!

but this request got me fucked up and i sort of wanted to torture myself by writing angst-

anyways thank you sweet anon!😭💕💕

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the-fiction-witch · 3 years

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Darth Duck

REAL LIFE SCANDAL COUPLE: TBS X REAER RATING: FUNNY + SUGGESTIVE

"Welcome... everyone to another Episode of Thomas and Y/n have taken to much of something and are now going to do something that's probably a bad idea" Y/n smiled as she sat in a mesh dress with a bright red and black bra and Thomas sat at the table beside her drinking vodka shirtless

"Welcome to drunk food reviewing"

"Not what we are doing?"

"Aren't we?"

"No Thomas"

"Ohhh... what are we doing?"

"Read the board Thomas"

"I can't... its over there. Read it to me y/n" he sighed laying on her shoulder

"We are doing the video we have to age restrict? remember Thomas?"

"Ooooooooohhhh the sexy video?"

"Yes, the sexy video, that's why you don't have a shirt on"

"... Did I remove my shirt? or did you do that?"

"You did that"

"They why don't I remember."

"Because of the state you are in sugar cube" she laughs kissing his head and patting his hair

"Can we get nuggets when we are done filming?" he whispered

"we have Nuggets? there on there way with the food bicycle man"

"Hurry Up food Man! I want tiny chicken shapes!" he complained

"I should probably get to the point?"

"Why? Sally will edit for us"

"We can't rely on sally"

"why not? I love sally, she had a great..... face"

"Does she? Incase you can't notice. We are half drunk and also... kinda stoned. Maybe a little tiny bit"

"You're stoned! I'm just drunk!"

"We have had... between us. Three bottles of wine. a bottle of whiskey and half a bottle of vodka. and then like a teaspoon of weed"

"I think it was like a cup of weed"

"it was a small pot, i smoke it because Thomas brought it back for me from his holiday in Holland, He did not smoke any, However he was in the room when I did. so I think you have like a baby contact high" she says "don't do drugs kids... but we are adults. ish. Kinda. Legally we are adults."

"I know you are but what am I?"

"This is the issue is that Thomas is a weird childish person anyway, and then you get him drunk and he becomes like six but a six year old who just read what all the swear words are, and when he's high... yeah this is what happens he just becomes like a weird whatever this is"

"Fight me bittch! I am the king!"

"Yes Thomas, yes you are" she laughs cuddling him "You wanna know what we are doing today? Or do you wanna sober up a little bit?"

"Tiny sober? while you explain the thing we are doing" he says leaving a moment

"We are reviewing weird sex toys I found online, Now if I sound way more together thats because I didn't drink as much becuase... I didn't want a repeat of the Barbie cake incident. and also because I think I have way more of a tolerance then Thomas does" she says as Thomas returned with a coffee "Better now?"

"Yes"

"Its the weed, that if fucking you up right now. it just makes me really calm and slow... you just fucking go off the bloody walls"

"Yes it is. so. show me the first sexy thing"

"I am the first sexy thing"

"Yes you are, you are very sexy, May I nuzzle with the boobs?"

"No"

"But I wanna"

"But you can't we are filming right now Thomas"

"But! Boob!"

"No boobs for you"

"Fine... I'll grope my own boobs" He sighed groping his own chest

"I think you are still too out of it to function"

"Im functioning, I have great tits"

"You do, you want the first toy or not?"

"Yes! bing it to me"

"Here you go" Y/n said putting a rubber duck on the table she clicked a button and this yellow duck began to vibrate across the table

"Who is this for? Becuase... I cannot stick my dick in it. and as far as I was aware that is the point of most male sex toys"

"Sticking your dick in it?"

"Sticking my dick in it" he says "To be fair I put my dick alot of places I probably shouldn't" he says looking at the toy

"You do. Like your ex girlfriend" she giggled

"Ooohhh that was a low blow"

"I assume for girls becuase... vibration"

"Guys like vibration too"

"Yeah but.. I think its for ladies Or just in general as a vibrator" she says "Rate this out of One to five climaxes?"

"Two, Its meh"

"I'd say three, just is nothing else because it amuses me"

"Like your exboyfreind"

"Bitch..." she sighed "Would you rather have thids duck then your rubber duck upstairs?"

"No, Becuase my ruber duck is amazing"

"Is he?"

"Yes! How dare you insult My duck" He says getting up a moment and when he returned he had a little bath duck dressed like Vader "He is darth Duck." "Darth Duck?"

"Yes. He murdered a group of eggs because of his brain washing and now has a deathboat that goes around destroying ponds"

"So you would rather have a tiny sith duck in your bathtub then this vibrating guy?"

"Yes I would"

"Okay... he comes home with me then"

"what's next?"

"This is an Egg Massager"

"I am Aware of these"

"Ohh are you?"

"I use to have on of these" "DId you? like seriously?"

"Yeah, its way smaller and easier to hide then like a full fleshlight, even like the fleshlights where its just the jelly plastic are hard to hide, hard to store, hard to clean, hard to travel with. so yes I got one of these and it is amazing! its not to big, not to small so it breaks, you can turn it inside out to clean it" He explained

"Thats on the internet now thomas"

"I know. I have crossed a line just being in this fucking video"

"so lets just say fuck it and jump over it?"

"The line has been crossed so Lets just run with it"

"Is this what a virgina feels like to men?" she asks sticking her fingers in it

"A little bit. as much as any male sex toy does. I have yet to stick my dick in a sex toy and actuly feels like a virgina. but thats not really the point. Its like I imagine vibrators and such like aren't really meant to feel like getting fucked. but you know if they feel like a dick then great"

"I get that yeah... this is like fourty pounds though?"

"Its worth it I think. As a man"

"How many orgasms out of five?"

"Four and a half orgasms"

"Better then your ex girlfreind?"

".... yes"

" this product is thomas aproved"

"Few sex toys recive that"

"Yeah becuse your boring and don't want sexy toys"

"I like sex toys. but I would rather just... have sex"

"okay so like not mastabation toys like partner toys?"

"Yeah" "Like handcuffs, lube, maybe like one of those vibes for men and ladies?"

"Yeah, more like that. I hope my ex doesn't find this video"

"Ohh she's gonna be mad at you"

"Also... My future children. If you are watching this and I birthed you please do not watch this"

"You birthed them? when did you grow a womb?"

"Yesterday"

"Moving on! you want some lube thomas?"

"Hit me with the lube"

"Here you go, its... strawberry flavoured" she says "You like strawberries thomas"

"I do, But I don't get the point"

"The point of lube?"

"No the point of it being flavoured" He says "I don't get that"

"Its for like... if I was for jerking you off and i needed lube I could use this and then after jerking you off for a while I could suck your dick and it would be strawberry flavoured"

"Or I guess... for eating out also? for the same reason"

"yeah for that. I hope there arent just people like eating lube. If so... Get help Because thats a problem" she says putting some on her arm and licking it "Its not bad, tastes like... strawberry chew its"

"Gimme" he says putting some on his hand "Okay frist it looses points for being bad lube"

"what?"

"This is shit lube y/n"

"How... how can you tell that?"

"rub it between your fingers, Now good lube you should be able to separate your hands and it should get stringy like it reaches between your hands"

"Like slime?"

"Yes like slime" he says "or put some on your hand good lube you should put your hand upside down and it shouldn't move it should stay on your hands"

"You have alot of lube kwnollage"

"I do." he says before having a lick of the lube "Where are you getting strawberry chew its? it tastes like strawberry cough syrup" He sighed "Do we have to do anymore? Can I go to bed?"

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like-rain-or-confetti · 4 years

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Imagine Aro and Caius teach you how to dance.

"Should I be concerned you consider this a two man job?" You asked looking at both Aro and Caius. Aro chuckled. "Do I really have to learn? I don't intend on dancing any time soon." "Learning to dance is a wonderful thing that you should have been taught." Aro began. "It's disgraceful that you haven't." Caius chided. "Im sure you'll enjoy it." Aro took your hand leading you to the middle of the floor. "Why don't I teach you guys how to dance instead? I know the floss and the moonwalk. Can't say I do them well but..." You trailed off with a shrug. "No, thank you." Aro smiled at the pitiful attempt to get out of it. "I'll show you the correct position." Aro said as Caius took your waist. "Wait! You're wife is okay with this right!? I hear she's lovely and i don't want her to be mad at me." Caius rolled his eyes. "It's a dance- grow up." "I believe what my brother means to say is that he and Athenodora have been mates for centuries and both are completely faithful to one another and trust each other very much." Aro smiled at you sending Caius a pointed look. "Now, your hand goes here on his shoulder and this hand goes in his. Yes, just like that." "Seriously though, can't I just two a little two-step in the sidelines? How necessary is this for a human to know?" "Do you suppose that no one will ever ask you to dance when you're changed and have all of eternity?" Caius raised an eyebrow. "If they're my friend- they won't. Im not graceful in any way." "They may not be your friend but your mate." Caius pointed out. You 'aw'ed. "You think someone would want to spend eternity with me... that's sweet."

Aro pushed you forward and into Caius' hold a little more and you made a noise of panic before casting your eyes to Caius' arm. "I’m going to step forward and when I do you're going to step back- (Y/N), you can look at me." Caius spoke. You stiffly moved your head to meet your gaze with Caius. "So you're starting right? Which means I go back with my right?" "Indeed." Aro's eyes gleamed. "Usually if you do not know someone who asks you to dance well- it'd usually be one dance but regardless if you ask someone to dance it is customary that when the dance is over you walk them back to their place." Caius explained. "So I asked you and so then once we're done I'd keep a hold of this hand and walk you back to where I first saw you." Caius held your hand out whilst walking you back to the side of the room you originally stood. "Oh!" A smile graced your features in pleasant surprise. "Oh that was nice! I feel really respected." "That's the intent." Caius nodded before leading you back to the middle of the floor.

"Wait so by the end of this lesson, will I be able to do the lift from dirty dancing?" "...the lift from what?" Caius tilted his head. "Its a movie. The girl runs towards him and he lifts her over his head and holds it. Kinda like flying." "Theoretically yes. Either of us could lift you without issue. However you're still human and so you wouldn’t be able to lift us." Aro responded. "Although that isn't necessarily common in ball dances so I don't suggest it." Caius added whilst sending a pointed gaze to Aro. "Can we try it?" You asked, eyes wide.

"Wait so I genuinely can't lift any vampire? Not even the twins? The twins are tiny, surely i could..." You mused. Aro called Jane into the room. "Jane, my dear, we could use your assistance." Jane looked delighted at the thought of torturing you. She didn't expect a dance lesson to go so sour but she wouldn't complain in the slightest. "Would you allow our dear (Y/N) to attempt to lift you?" She didn't see that coming and her face said it all. She bit back the response that you wouldn't be able to and reluctantly agreed. Maybe you could lift her...just wouldn't be very well.

You mustered up all of your courage as well as strength, terrified the girl would bite you with even the slightest wrong move. You wound your arms around her and attempted to lift her. As they anticipated- you didn't get very far.

"What?" Your eyes were wide and your jaw had dropped. You didn’t know how to explain it. It was like lifting a human shaped rock. Jane was solid and cold with only her smooth skin reminding you it was a person you were trying to lift. She looked petite but was actually very heavy. You could barely lift her heels off the floor. It was horrifying and amazing all at the same time. You didn’t see Aro nod to you in Jane’s direction and mid thought you screeched. Jane had hoisted you as high as her arms could reach. “Whilst humans have a very difficult time lifting vampires, vampires can easily lift a human.” Aro smiled as Jane lowered you to the floor. “Thank you, my dear.” Aro dismissed Jane with a smile and a nod and in moments she was gone. “I’m in shock, so can someone lift me then? My life will be completed if someone does the lift with me.” “No-” Caius began. “If that’s your desire.” Aro finished. Caius gaze snapped to Aro in disbelief. “Come now brother, it’s not as though it’s tasking.” “Then I believe you won’t mind doing the lift then?” Caius huffed. “Very well.”

Aro moved his brother out of the way, as Caius gawked at how childish the two of you were being. “Whenever you’re ready, my dear.” Aro smiled. “You’re sure? You won’t drop me?” “Drop you? I’d never!” You took a breath and before any anxiety could stop you you ran.

In seconds you were in the air above Aro’s head and you immediately giggled hysterically, even as he lowered you back down to the floor. “That was amazing.”

The two men decided you were done for the day. “I can’t believe you.” “Lighten up, Caius.” “We’d all benefit from using our hours productively, not acting like children!” “(Y/N) is uncomfortable with these things.” Aro explained. “It was the first lesson, it’ll help them warm up to dancing.” Caius huffed.

(Inspired by unus annus.)

#imagine #twilight #volturi #the volturi #reader #aro volturi #caius volturi #jane volturi

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beizhuo · 3 years

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alright folks , i made this post last night about amending my carrd rules . & now , after calming somewhat down from getting sick to my stomach about it , i must now make one final update post about this to make people really & fully understand where i stand . why ? because i am , once again , having / needing to finely comb through the people i want to follow & interact with due to some very , VERY toxic behavior & terrible , childish individuals that think its real cute to stalk , harrass , steal , & gatekeep folks .

understand that i will NOT be namedropping anybody in this post . this is not my intention . i am not out here to isolate folks or make people ‘ chose sides ’ . making people do that is absolutely horrible ! i do not give a damn who other people interact with . i do , however have extreme issues with theft ( amongst other things ) . i can draw a god damn line at theft !

harassment ? don’t care . you’re trolling , i can ignore you . gatekeeping . you’e petty and attention seeking im here for friends anyway . but actual literal theft - i can draw a line there . please get out & OFF MY BLOG if you are so unoriginal that you haveta steal from me or my friends !

please know that you can interact with those thieves & gatekeepers , i don’t care ! but understand that i will most likely softblock you because i genuinely do not want them to find me . no hard feelings . ( they have found my other 2 blogs , and i am tired of them finding me ! especially for baizhu ! i don’t even follow some of my friends here cause of this ! ) i am not even in the genshin community to begin with . my group ? we don’t do communities for toxic behavior and people being so exclusive to the point of driving people out & away . its distasteful and mean ! do you know that i have some friends that were cut off from communities entirely all because they were a dupe ? tHAT is the kind of dupe drama i fucking hate . along with theft . anyway . i will start from the beginning of my rules that i deem important .

DUPLICATES . ( AND MIMICRY / THEFT )

the irony that this is the first point . it is like it was a wonderful transition . anyway . this is actually having to deal with two rule points . and i want to group them together cause they are related .

myself & a few other people have come to find out that .... there is somebody AT THE VERY LEAST taking inspo from us . i will start with dupes .

my friend has a character and was WHOLLY mistaken for another mun . which is fine . that happens , but things took a turn for the worse when they were then shunned / cut off because they werent ‘ good enough ’ . do you know how HORRIBLE that is ? to be told that you aren’t good because you weren’t the mun that they wanted ? this is the type of shit i cannot stand with dupe drama . DO NOT EVER COMPARE DUPES WITH ONE ANOTHER !!! i mean it .

i follow different childes ! and you know what i adore them both . they are both amazing !

sure i may have my mains / exclusives ( and im not inclined to interact with other blogs of that same character ) but i still like portrayals . i do , in fact , just READ threads sometimes . i don’t necessarily follow for interactions . like ffs man . i like variety . jesus christ .

going to mimicry / theft . you know ... i have fucking seen this with a couple of friends . there is a difference between coincidental similarities , however ! for myself & for my friends , we have SEEN inspo taken from us . im gonna say this really loud for people .

MIMICRY IS NOT FUCKING FLATTERY .

do not take inspo from me . especially without credit . absolutely do NOT do it . you are very unoriginal for doing that shit .

now , you like something i make / made ? you are inspired to want to make something ? fine , that’s okay , you can ALSO fucking ask me , you can also credit me . as you fucking should ! you can notify me and go , damn , i really like your style , do you mind if i use it in xyz ? sure , go right ahead . do it . im begging you , go ahead and do it IF YOU FUCKING ASK ME . god im so fucking angry about this , but this is some vile shit . and im angry .

i am angry and terrified cause i literally cannot get away from these people cause they seem to be wherever i go . i DO NOT DO COMMUNITIES BECAUSE OF THIS .

as a good friend said : it’s like they are a virus that you cannot get rid of .

thats what happens with attention seekers unfortunately , but for the sake of my safety & health , i will not have it on my blog or dash . if i see these people on my dash often , i will unfollow .

and it isn’t like a specific person , its a GROUP of people . which leads me to my next point .

DRAMA / CALLOUTS.

imagine having beef with an individual , and then going around and gatekeeping that individual and getting people to unfollow / block them . im not talking about , ‘ hey this person is vile because they ship incest ’ . i am talking about ‘ i had a disagreement with this person & they hurt my feelings >:/ they are mean and will hurt you . etc etc etc . ’

i do not give a flying fuck about somebodies issues with another person . so you guys don’t get along . not my problem . i have people that hate me . i have friends where i hate their friends . shit happens . i am probably absolute scum to some people lol . i get mistaken for other people sometimes . it’s fine , hate me cause you think im that person . that person is snowflake repellent anyway , go choke on your kool aide that you are drinking ig .

okay sorry i am angry but still . people claim and cry about wanting to talk & communicate . but then . guess what . sometimes shitty people are like , so this person said this to me , and they are mean . IF YOU ARE THE PERSON THAT GOES ‘ OH MY GOD HOW DARE THEY ’ AND BLOCK THEM THEN YOU ARE THE PROBLEM . i will give an example . of using my two names that i have .

somebody goes to amphy and says ‘omg ghost said this , and im frustrated and angry with them cause what he said was uncalled for . ’ if amphy goes ‘ omg ghost is shitty ’ and then unfollows / blocks them without any other discussion , then thats an issue cause ghost has no idea wtf happen . amphy got involved in YOUR relationship with ghost even though ghost has been nothing but kind and sweet to you . you also don’t know if amphy is just victimising or being emotional either . so why they fuck would you believe somebody who is venting to you about it and then block somebody who did literally NOTHING to you .

i dont know if i explained that correctly but i will give you something more realistic , again without namedropping .

i have a few friends that hate one another . i’ve known all of them for years . but they all , i kid you not , they ALL fucking hate each other . there’s three of them . and they cannot stand each other . i just happen to be somebody who gets along with all of them . you bet your ass that at one point , they all came to talk mad shit about the others . what did i do ? i went , oh okay . well im sorry that you have issues with them . sounds like a bad experience , but i can’t do anything about that cause i am not you and i am not them . if you are gonna change my mind , it isn’t gonna happen , sorry !

i have had people shit talk people i have no idea who they are , and i just sit here just being a source for them to vent , but i never NEVER EVER act on anything i hear . why ? cause its petty drama and gossip . if you do that , then damn , sorry kiddo , get some help on that alright ? maybe be nicer . i dunno .

now . racism ? pedophilia ? incest ? HARMFUL SHIT ? that’s different . but again , theres a lot of miscommunication . i have people coming and pulling the cards like they are hot shit and that isn’t fucking cute . THAT ISN’T CUTE GUYS . you are the problem if you try to victimize yourself cause of something YOU misinterpreted .

i have a friend that has this on their blog .

i am literally going off on a god damn tangent . anyway . :)

fuck you if drink kool aide .

THERE ARE OTHER MENTAL DISORDERS! YOU ARE ABLEIST IS YOU ERASE THE OTHER (UN)COMMON ONES.

i know that autism is the ‘common’ one here . you are valid okay . but guess what . ADHD , BPD, DiD, and straight up depression and anxiety are also things as well ! there are MANY folks here that are also undiagnosed as well OR they lay on some sort of spectrum as well . I am once again not going to disclose my own things here cause again THAT IS PRIVATE INFO , but fuck you if you refuse to see other disabilities .

also there are physical disabilities as well btw .

if you are not understanding of any other disability , or you wanna mute / deafen other mental disorders , YOU ARE THE FUCKING PROBLEM .

end of story .

treat other people how you want them to treat you and don’t you dare ever shove your baggage at them . thanks .

please be more understanding that some people are not okay:tm: .

i implore you to get help if you need help , but sometimes some people dont have to take your shit . and they most certainly do not need to sit and take your issues if they are not okay either . its toxic and very unhealthy behavior to expect others to help you . they can help you as best as they can , but you need to understand that everybody has their moments . do not guilttrip them . do not gaslight them .

but also understand that sometimes , people are saying things cause they genuinely need help ! you can be there for them but as a friend , you need to also tell them your own boundaries as well and tell them that they need to seek professional help .

but also , if somebody refuses to get help , then that is on them . not on you .

anyway another tangent , but back to the point . autism , while you need to understand is something you need to see and understand , is not the only mental disorder ! and you need to understand that some people suffer from really REALLY shitty things and are sometimes undiagnosed . i am really REALLY tired of depression , ADHD , BPD, and DiD getting brushed under the rug like they are not important . cause guess what , there are spectrums ! all mental health is important . fuck you if you disregard the other disorders , you are being ableist .

STOP HATE READING PEOPLE.

im really sick and tired of this . you don’t like something somebody said ? you can either : ask what they meant or block / unfollow them .

DO NOT FUCKING STALK THEM EITHER .

you have an obsession if you hover on their blog too .. do not do that . that is SO unhealthy for you . here is what a friend said on twitter . ( not name dropping them , just copy pasting them )

❛ i stg people need to fine a better hobby than to hate read a persons blog or profile. not a good look on you when you go and read what they post about just to get angry at something you think they said and then you go off spewing lies about it cause 'youre offended.'

like you already hate them in the first place. you weren’t 'looking to see if they were a better person.' youre just looking to find another thing to hate about them.

that is what hate reading is about. so you can read their posts and find just another reason to hate and laugh at how bad you think they are.

but it doesnt make you a better person. it just makes you a sad person with no life. stop hate reading people. grow tf up. go breathe on some plants or something idk.

i say this very loud and clear . if you hate read me , i live in your head rent free . not my problem . but it does become my problem if you begin to steal shit and start spewing lies about myself or my friends . grow up and move on with your life . sorry my life seems more interesting than you ig . idk .

anway this got long , and at this point i am going off on a tangent but !!!!

TL ; DR

read my rules ig . idk .

you can dm me for more info if you want . at this point i have blocked the problem blogs for myself. if you are curious you can ask . HOWEVER. i am not going to tell you to block or unfollow . why ? cause at the end of the day , it is MY beef . this are my issues . i am NOT here to gatekeep .

i will say that i will tell you IN private the for MY story . but keep in mind that it is MY story . not yours . not theirs . it is all about perception .

my perception is that they are scummy gatekeeping thieves . they gatekeep the people they dont like or are intimidated by . i am somebody who fucking bites and calls people out on their shit , because of this ? i make enemies . but my enemies are not yours . i dont care . dont give a damn . i am intimidating to people who are cowards and i don’t care .

if they feel bad when i call them out , if they try to go around and do damage control , then that means they are guilty .

and then you can ask yourself this : why are they reacting like that ?

i am once again going to bring up that other twitter user that i quoted before .

❛ you dont like hearing that because someone is holding a mirror up to you and it makes you uncomfortable because you know you . and you know the parts of you that are good . so in your heart you have to come up with a narrative that makes you feel better about the fact that somebody is asking your to confront the parts about yourself that you hate the most .

anyway . this got long . im so sorry for the long read . im so sorry i sounded hostile ad angry . im just volatile sometimes . im just really tired . and i dont need to come on this blog and have a panic attack .

anyway . cheers loves ! stay happy , stay healthy . drink your fluids . take your meds !

#long post.#update tbd.#ooc tbd.#// i have no idea what else to tag this tbh .#there is drama mentions though so there is that i guess ?#but this is all important so ...#anyway ...#read / skim this or perish 🔪#also if you wanna like this to let me know you read / agree with this go ahead .#im not checking for typos i am tired .

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obsidianfr3sk · 4 years

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The Origins (Chapter 4)

Summary: Before the Renegades put an end to the Age of Anarchy, they were six kids trying to survive day by day in a city ruled by chaos and desolation. Is there a space for hope and kindness somewhere in Gatlon City? Maybe.

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25123756/chapters/62248708

Translating it’s so exhausting. Especially when you have that bitch (Grammarly) constantly telling you “oh ur wrong” and you ask “where?” and the bitch responds “oh im not gonna tell you u r not premium”. So fuck it. Here it is. This was supposed to be Evander’s chapter, but I decided give this one to Tamaya instead, just for the fun. He can wait, he’s fine.

As you can see, I started to title my chapters. I already did it on AO3, but not on tumblr. The other three posts have their titles too. If you guess what song are the titles from, you get a cookie (?

I want to start doing a tag list but I don’t know who to tag. So if you want in, just tell me. I’m too shy to tag you if you don’t tell me to do it because I feel like I’m bothering you.

Also, trigger warning for domestic violence. I tried to keep it as low as possible and it’s a small scene, but I understand if there are people who still can’t handle it, and I’m no one to judge. I will take TW more seriously from now on. If you think I should tag any other of my work, feel free to DM me or send me an ask, even if it’s anonymus. Seriously, feel free to correct me. I’m a big girl, I can handle it;)

Running away from the world that we designed

Age of Anarchy

Year 8

Tamaya had gone three weeks without human contact. Her parents did not talk to her and she did not talk to her parents. Her mother sent the only remaining servant to bring her food twice a day. Every time he entered the room, Tamaya turned around to avoid making eye contact, because if she did, she would start crying. No one else was going to see her cry ever again.

It all started when Tamaya was flying in her room when her father came in without knocking first. The man was paralyzed and gaped, at the same time that Tamaya lost her concentration and plummeted onto her bed.

Then, her father started yelling at her. Marcus Rae had never been known to be particularly friendly in the way he spoke to other people. She had never heard that man say "thank you" or "please." However, Tamaya had not seen him scream either. At least, not at her. And that was enough to make her cry.

Not only because she was scared, but also because she felt dumb. She had managed to hide her abilities for five years and she had been caught in such a stupid way. Tamaya believed she was smarter, but she was not.

Her father took her by the arm and lifted her from the bed with such abruptness that Tamaya accidentally knocked over a porcelain figure that was resting on her nightstand. His shouting was already so unbearable that she could only make out a few words.

Freak. Bounder. Idiot.

Her mother ran into the room and asked what was going on.

“Your daughter can fly!" yelled Marcus. "How the fuck did she learn to do it!?”

And so it went on. Her father kept shaking her like she was a rag doll, while the woman begged her husband to calm down, with a trembling voice full of terror.

But he wouldn't stop. Nothing made him stop.

Freak. Bounder. Idiot.

“Please control yourself!” her mother cried.

In response, her father slapped her on the floor.

"ANSWER MY QUESTION, MELISSA!”

Freak. Bounder. Idiot.

Melissa lay there, sobbing and holding her cheek. Seeing that his wife was not going to answer him in any way, his father refocused his attention on her. He turned her around and held her tightly by the arms. Then he forced her to walk to the wall and stamped her face against it. With one hand she crushed the back of Tamaya's neck and with the other, he scratched his chin.

Freak. Bounder. Idiot.

Before she could react, her father tugged on one of her wings, as if he was going to pluck it apart. Tamaya screamed and broke down in tears again.

Freak. Bounder. Idiot.

Did he hate her that much? Was Tamaya that disgusting to him?

Freak. Bounder. Idiot.

How could someone do that to their daughter? How ruthless do you have to be?

Was she a monster? Was his father a monster?

Were the two of them monsters?

An electric current ran through her body. Adrenaline seized her veins, giving her the strength to push her father away from her and scream:

“Enough!”

With a wave of her hand, Tamaya fired a bolt of lightning at one of her bookshelves, setting it fire. Her mother reacted and ran to the kitchen for a bucket of water to put the fire out. Her father was not even able to move, nor did Tamaya. She was not concerned about the accident she had caused. Her gaze was fixed on Marcus, and her contempt for him was stronger than any pain and fear she had left.

She wiped one last tear that ran down her cheek.

She may be a freak and she may be a bounder. But she made a promise to herself that she would never be an idiot again.

Melissa quickly put out the fire. They were very lucky that it did not spread to the rest of the room. After the initial impact, her parents stared at her as if they didn't know her. Their eyes seemed to say: “How is it that such a dangerous and violent creature our daughter?”

It is because you are creatures as dangerous and violent as me.

Now it was Saturday night. Tamaya was sitting on the carpet, surrounded by her dolls. When Georgia asked why she didn't get rid of them, she always blamed her mother, saying she would be very upset if Tamaya threw away such expensive toys.

However, Tamaya did not throw them away because, unlike Georgia, she did keep playing with her dolls. She had conversations with them, brushed their hair, and if her mother managed to get yarn, she would embroider their skirts with details of flowers or birds. In winter, she had even gone as far as to make sweaters for them.

It was a childish hobby for a seventeen-year-old girl, but it was also the only thing that kept her sane.

Knock. Knock.

Tamaya looked up at the light catcher. She flew to see who it was.

Georgia.

“What are you doing here?” she asked through clenched teeth.

“Surprise!”

“Lower your voice,” she scolded her. “My parents could hear you.”

Georgia put a fake padlock over her mouth and made a pleading gesture as she pointed to the latch on the catch. Tamaya rolled her eyes and let her in.

“My mom doesn't know I'm here, but she told me everything,” Georgia explained sitting on the bed. “Which wing was it?”

“This one,” she replied pointing to her right wing, “but it's nothing. It practically healed itself.”

Georgia looked at the circle of dolls on the carpet, stifling a giggle.

“What party are you having?” she asked teasingly.

Tamaya was silent. Georgia realized that her friend was in no mood for jokes and looked down, with a serious expression on her face.

“My mom also told me about your other power,” Georgia whispered.

The blood went to her feet.

“What power?”

“The lighting thing.”

Then, silence. That reunion was nothing like Tamaya expected. She believed Georgia was going to have hundreds of questions and was not going to stop talking. Georgia always had a lot of things to say to her. Most of the time, she did not talk about important issues. It was always about discussions with her mother, gossips going around her school, or about a new book that she had found and that she recommended.

Tamaya was glad Georgia knew how to start conversations. She had no idea.

How her mother had been able to talk about Tamaya's powers with Mrs. Rawle was a mystery to her. Melissa Rae was very concerned with what other people would think of her, something that had never made sense to Tamaya. Was there someone left in that damn city who kept worrying about something as stupid as status?

“Is it true that you almost hit your dad with one? With lighting?”

Tamaya did not want to lie to Georgia. Lying was not her thing. However, she wasn't quite sure about what to tell her exactly. Should it be something like “Yes, I did it, so what?” or something less violent? Something between the lines of: “Yes ... and I regret it.”

The thing was, Tamaya had no regrets. She had a lot of time to think about it those past few days and she could never force herself to feel a single shred of regret for her actions. Not even when her mom begged her to apologize to her dad. She just couldn't.

However, it was not until that moment that she realized she wasn't proud of it either. If it had been for her, Georgia would never have known about that little detail of the fight and her powers.

Tamaya already knew that she could control lightning and storms. She had discovered it relatively recently when she was flying and accidentally shot lightning at the ground. It was small and just left a black stain on the fine wood flooring, nothing a rug couldn't hide.

But lighting should not be near people, and Tamaya knew it.

“Why didn't you tell me?”

Tamaya turned to see her. “Pardon me?”

Georgia was frowning and arms crossed. There was reproach in each of the words that came out of her mouth.

“Why didn't you tell me you had more powers?” she asked. “Why didn't you trust me? I thought we were friends.”

“Woah, wait, Georgia,” she interrupted her. “How exactly is this about you?”

“Friends are supposed to talk to each other,” Georgia said. “I always tell you everything that happens to me and you know every last detail about my life. Why don't you tell me what's wrong with you? How many other things do you hide from me? Is our friendship based on lies? Is your name even Tamaya?”

Tamaya was so shocked by Georgia's reaction, she thought she was hallucinating. She noticed each gesture her friend's face made and each movement of her eyes. And she wasn't kidding. Tamaya was not hallucinating. Georgia was seriously mad at her.

“Really?” she asked her. “After everything that's happened to me, somehow I'm the bad guy to you?”

“Yes.”

The audacity of this bitch.

“How the hell can you be so self-centered, Georgia?” she asked with flushed cheeks. “Do you think this is because I didn't trust you? Did you ever stop to think about how I felt? Doesn't it occur to you that the reason I hid it from you is that I wanted to protect you?”

“Protect me?” Georgia laughed. “Don't be ridiculous, what would you be protecting me from?”

“From myself!”

And Georgia laughed again.

“I was protecting you from myself!” Tamaya insisted. “Stop laughing!”

But she ignored her. Georgia kept on laughing as if it was the funniest joke she had ever heard. It was clear as day that Georgia didn’t care anymore if the whole neighborhood heard her. She didn’t care if they got into trouble.

And she does not care about you, Tamaya.

Tears welled up in her eyes.

No, no one else was going to see her cry ever again. Not even Georgia.

Without thinking, Tamaya lunged for her friend. She grabbed the collar of her blouse, lifted her ten feet above the ground, and stamped her against the wall. She could feel the electricity on her fingertips, and she was sure Georgia felt it too.

She was no longer laughing.

“Look me in the eyes, Georgia,” she whispered. “Look me in the eyes!”

“I'm doing it,” she replied quietly.

“What do you see?”

“That you have beautiful eyes.”

Tamaya held her tighter. “Aren't you afraid of me? Aren't you afraid of monsters?”

Tears began to flow from Georgia's dark eyes. She put a hand to her mouth and a faint smile of pity appeared on her lips.

“Oh, Tamaya. You are not a monster.”

She had no qualms with people seeing her cry. How pathetic.

She released her.

“Yes I am,” she hissed.

Georgia fell to her feet.

“No, people have convinced you that you are,” she exclaimed, approaching her. “That's what they always say about all of us.”

She reached out to take her hand. Tamaya rose a few inches to not be within her reach. Georgia did not insist.

“And the worst thing is that,” she continued saying, “there are some people who believe them and become monsters. You know, like a certain person who starts with Ace and ends with Anarchy.”

Oh. Him.

“You know, I think he hates himself. A person who loves themselves would never do the things he does.”

“I don't blame him.”

Georgia pursed her lips. “Why not?”

“If you spend your entire life calling someone a monster, what do you expect them to become?”

Silence appeared again. For a second, Tamaya was pleased with herself for making Georgia run out of arguments.

But Georgia was never run out of arguments.

“That still doesn't excuse it,” Georgia replied. “You are constantly calling yourself a monster inside your head, and you had not become one.”

Tamaya looked at the mirror. Her reflection looked back at her.

“Would you still be my friend if I were a monster?”

“Uh, I don't know,” Georgia shrugged. “But I don't have to worry about it. You will never become a monster.”

“How are you so sure?” she asked defiantly.

“Because you are too strong to become one.”

She wished she could believe her.

No, Tamaya wasn't strong. That room was driving her crazy. She heard no other voice than her own, telling her the most horrible things she could hear every day. The world had never called her a monster because Tamaya's world were those four walls. Those four walls too similar to—

Oh, God.

Too similar to a monster's cage.

“I have to go,” Tamaya blurted out.

“Go?” Georgia asked in dismay. “But where?"

“I don’t know, but I have to go. Right now.”

Georgia asked no questions when she was helping Tamaya find a backpack, or when she packed Molly away before she began to look for clothes. She didn't even ask questions when Tamaya didn't dare go through the skylight, because she thought she heard her parents asking her not to leave.

However, when she turned around, she realized that no one was there.

She came out.

The air in the outside world smelled like gasoline and rain. The higher she flew, the smaller her house looked. Her neighborhood was the only point of light in that dull city. The buildings looked abandoned and lonely even from that distance.

It was horrible. But it was the world. A new world.

Tamaya allowed herself to laugh. She was so happy that she even dared to flip in the air.

Then, she realized that Georgia was not flying next to her. She was standing on the ceiling of her room, looking at her with teary eyes.

A crazy idea came to her mind.

“You come?” she asked her.

Georgia shook her head. She reached into her pants pockets and pulled out a torn locket. Tamaya reached out to look at it better. It had a missing part, was slightly rusty, and was not made of real gold, but the chain and clasp were intact.

“I found it in the market,” she told her, “with a lady who sold fish.”

“Why would a fisherwoman be selling lockets?” Tamaya asked raising an eyebrow.

“I do not know. It was from her husband, according to her,” Georgia explained. “But now it’s yours."

Tamaya had not worn any jewelry for a long time.

“It looks tragic,” she said.

“It combines with the city,” Georgia replied. Tamaya put on the locket. “Would you forgive me?” she asked. “I was selfish and I shouldn't have blamed you for not telling me. You had your reasons for keeping the secret. I understand if you don't want to talk to me—”

“Stop,” Tamaya ordered. “I'll come looking for you in a couple of days,” she assured her. “If you haven't heard from me by then, I'm dead.”

Her friend shuddered. She didn't know if from the cold or the fear.

“Any advice for the outside world?”

Georgia approached her with a smile and held her hand. “When in doubt, fly.”

Tamaya looked towards the horizon. The doubts did not take long to arise.

“Fine.”

Then, Tamaya flew. And she didn't look back.

#renegades #archenemies #supernova #fanfic #the origins #tamaya rae #georgia rawles #renegades trilogy #ao3

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chocojjk · 5 years

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cafes and pinky promises

summary: bff! felix → idol! felix ,,, like i said , i suck at summaries

words: 2.8k

a/n: yall im on a roll, i really don't know why im writing so much these past few days but enjoy,, i hope

not edited, per usual

as you entered your favorite cafe, you never expected to come face to face with the boy who filled up every second of your thoughts

in fact, it was the very boy that has created so many memories with you in this same exact place

you wanted to go up to him, to see how he was doing, ask him how idol life been treating him but you found yourself glued to the floor, unable to move

every single memory with him suddenly flashing in mind

the two of you met back in middle school

it was the typical story

you were the new kid in school,

didn't have any friends,,

sat alone at lunch,,,

then one day he came up to you wearing his brightest smile, the freckles upon his cheeks shining up like the stars in the sky

“hi, im felix”

(❁´◡`❁)

and the rest was history

you guys became the best of friends, practically glued to the hip

but let’s skip all that friendship fluff and fast forward to second year of high school

you guys have been best friends for a good four years now

one of the things that you guys love doing is going to the cafe a little out of town

the cafe had free wifi and barely any people so it became a routine to just go there after school and goof around

dont get me wrong, you guys do homework too

#getyoureducationkids

also like #fuckthesystem

anyways,,,,

since you guys were the smartest in your class, it never really took that long to finish homework and instead you guys would just have fun listening to music, telling bad jokes, watching a show on netflix, and sometimes even just playing rock paper and scissors

there’s never a dull moment between the two of you

honestly if it wasn’t for you and felix, the cafe would probably be out of business

even the owner knew you two

she was the sweetest old lady, always giving you guys extra cookies and letting you stay for as long as you can

she would also always joke around about how you two would make the cutest couple, comparing the two of you to her and her husband who were high school sweethearts

being young, the thought first made you wanna vomit

like ew,,, boys are gross

but as you grew older, you started seeing the boy in a different light

the small touches and the hand holding suddenly started to have meaning

everytime he laughed, it was music to your ears

his freckles became the most beautiful thing in the world, and you loved tracing each one of them

sure, you guys have had your own share of petty fights but at the end of the day it did nothing but strengthen the friendship that you two share

there were never any secrets

(((besides of course these feelings that were growing but shh we dont speak of that)))

you knew felix like the back of your hand and vice versa

and you could just see yourself spending every moment with him in the upcoming future

until of course one day,

“y/n, i need to tell you something but pinky promise you won’t get mad?”

“felix every time someone says that, people tend to be mad”

“y/n just pinky promise me you wont”

“ok, i pinky promise, now what is it??”

felix was absolutely terrified

he’s been meaning to tell you this for a while but every time he tried he just couldn't find the words to do so

and god, how he has let time pass him by

“im moving to korea”

you bursted out laughing and felix is confused as heck like?????

whats??

so ???

funny????

“seriously lix, you made me pinky promise not to be mad over a joke??”

you see, pinky promises may seem like a childish thing but it was sacred between the two of you

so when he used it over a joke, you just couldn’t help but let out a few couple giggles

however, as you turned to face him and saw the serious expression written on his face you found yourself at loss for words

“wait, are you serious?”

“yeah”

“wh-when are you leaving?”

“in a month”

“h-how long have you known???”

“ummmm” (´･_･`)

“felix.”

“Since we went to the park”

the park

you remembered that day, it was probably one of the happiest days of your life

you passed your math test with a perfect score and has just become the student body president of your class

on top of that, felix decided he wanted to treat you out for ice cream as he was proud of his best friend

what you didnt know was that this was the day that would change everything

this was the day he was scouted

the day he received the news that he was accepted as a trainee

and hes been finding a way to tell you

but he just couldn't

you were completely over the moon

as you guys were sitting on the swings, your hands occupied with your own ice cream cones

felix started talking about his dance team and choir class

you always knew how much he enjoyed those classes

yet as he talked about his passion, his eyes twinkling and his mouth curving into the softest smile, you truly got a grasp on how much your best friend loved music and performing

you can't help but think back to a few days ago, when your friend brought up how much your eyes sparkled talking about felix

you wondered if you looked the same as how felix looked now, talking about the things that he loved to do

and then it hit you

you were in love with your best friend

god reader, how cliche could you be (●'◡'●)ﾉ♥

“felix, that was two months ago.”

to say you were mad was an understatement,, you were filled with rage

anger and disappointment all just combining into one

suddenly the future that you clearly saw vanished because every single one of those versions had the boy by your side

“im sorry”

not knowing how to respond, you started packing up your things in your backpack

felix just watching you do so, thinking of things to say to make the situation at hand better

once you stood up, he snapped out of his thoughts, worry completely washing over his eyes

“where are you going?”

“im going home.” you say emotionlessly

“let me walk you”

“no”

and that was the last of it

he tried calling you several times after that yet all he was left with was your voicemail

every time he approached you at school, you would walk the other way

every day he would show up at the cafe hoping to see your face, yet that day never came because you stopped going

you figured it’d be easier to let him go if you just stayed mad at him

you figured that your feelings would automatically go away if you replaced them with hate

but reader, you were so wrong

the day came when he finally had to go

that day was painfully hard for you

your whole class was bidding him goodbye, and all you could do was watch from the sidelines, your pride way too high to forgive him now

no one really knew about your guys’ fall out as you found it was better to keep things to yourself than become the schools new gossip

and so when everyone started asking you how you felt, you responded with the most generic answers

“whatever makes him happy, im happy”

oh reader, you are such a liar

it wasn't until a year after, that you truly forgave him

and that was because a classmate of yours barged into the room, waving her phone around

“Guys remember felix!, well he’s an idol now!!”

as soon as you got home that day, you searched up his name, and there he was

Lee Felix

Stray Kids

and you realized how stupid you’ve been

you never even bothered asking him why he was leaving

you cried yourself to sleep that night as you look back on the wasted friendship that you threw down the drain

but you figured that there was no point in being sad over it anymore

you were done holding grudges

so the next day you went back to the cafe and binged the survival show that your best friend, well ex best friend, was in

the sweet old day was overjoyed when she saw your familiar face

she asked you where your partner in crime was and with a genuine smile you responded with “he’s out there doing bigger and greater things”

ever since then, you made the cafe a weekly trip

it hurt you to know that you spent your time resenting him so you made a pinky promise to yourself, that even if he didnt know, you would support him no matter what

you ended up buying all their albums

watching their vlives

staying up late for their debuts

hell, you've even gon to the point of making a stan account just to be be updated

which brings you to now

you knew that felix was in australia, they were having a concert here

you even got a ticket for yourself, not close enough where he could see you of course

you were still ashamed of your actions even though it’s been almost two years

so when you walked in the cafe and saw him with his 8 buds seated in your guys’ usual spot, you definitely didn't know how to react

seeming as they haven't spotted you yet, you quickly made your way out the door

however, Elise, the sweet old lady, had other plans

“y/n, honey, leaving so quickly?”

and that was when 9 heads turned to the door

all 18 eyes just looking at you

‘fuck y/n okay just act cool’

‘youre fine’

‘maybe they don't even notice you’

‘omg speak’

“y/n?” felix says, his deep voice breaking you out of your thoughts

“felix?? Hi!!!” you say, giving him the biggest fake smile ever

it’s not that you wanted to okay, it was just a very awkward situation and you have no idea how to act

‘smooth y/n, so smooth’

I swear if you could facepalm yourself, you’d be doing so with both of your hands + the hands of the 7 billion people on this earth

“uhm hi?,” he replies, obviously confused as to why you suddenly acknowledged his existence

truth to be told, he was expecting you to ignore him just like all the other times before

“well, won't you look at that, my two musketeers are back together,” Elise butts in,

“ah, it's just like the old days, would you guys like some cookies???” she says, a soft smile on her face

“no that's okay El, im heading out soon anyways, can i just have the usual caramel macchiato?” you say quickly, ignoring the awkward tension in the air

“sure thing hon”

and as she goes to the back to make your order, you were left with the 9 boys

welp

its now or never

“uhm, when did you get back?”

you ask, your hands automatically playing with the hem of your shirt, a clear sign that you were nervous

“im just here for the week”

“oh,,, nice”

“Yeah”

(>_<)

the other boys just sitting in silence, going back and forth between the two of you

they know exactly who you are, and trust me, they arent your biggest fans

which is exactly why they chose to not break the awkward tension in the air

and you swear, you wish you can just have the earth open up and swallow you whole

“hon, heres your order!”

oh thank god,,

Elise is your savior

even though you wouldnt even be in this situation if it wasnt for her

you quickly grab your drink and make your way out,,, but not before saying

“uhm, it was nice seeing you again lix,” you say, this time, a genuine smile on your face

◐ˍ◑

when felix heard the nickname that you've once given him, he couldn't believe his ears

great job reader, you’ve left him stunned

taking his silence as a response, cause youre kinda a dumbass, you nodded to him and the other boys and left the cafe

however as you made your way to your car

something clicked inside of you

,,,,

fuck it

,,,,

you ran back to the cafe, grabbing the door wide open at the same exact time that felix pushed it open

which caused him to stumble right on top of you, your coffee being thrown a whole meter away

at least it wasn't on your shirt

“omygod im so sorry! are you okay?” he asks, picking you up and checking you for bruises

and youve realized that he hasnt changed one bit

he’s still your best friend felix

the same felix that treats you with so much love and care

the same felix you fell in love with all those years ago

and you couldnt help but let out a tear

this worried felix even more

“what is it?? whats wrong???”

you were blown out sobbing at this point

“Im ๑•́ㅿ•̀๑) ᔆᵒʳʳᵞ ”

“huh??”

“im so sorry felix, i-”

your emotions not allowing you to create a single coherent sentence

but because felix still knew you like the back of his hand, he knew exactly what you were talking about

“lets go inside okay”

all you could do was nod and let him guide you to your usual spot that was now empty

grabbing a couple napkins, he wipes your tears away for you before you finally became conscious of what was happening and took control

“I didnt know you still came to this cafe?” he says, finally breaking the silence

“yeah uhm, i started coming back,”

“why?”

“I-i guess i just missed you”

“I thought you hated me”

“No,” you say quickly, that was the last thing you wanted him to think

“i didnt hate you, i was just angry and sad and i acted upon those emotions. I was stupid, im sorry”

“its okay, i understand, youre not stupid y/n”

god damn it,,

why is this guy so nice,,

“no felix, it's not okay. we were best friends, i should have talked to you. I-i shouldnt have cut you off like that especially when i didnt even give you a chance to explain yourself”

damn okay reader, admitting to your mistakes, im p r o u d

“Its all in the past now y/n”

“can you forgive me for being a bitch?” 👉👈

This got a chuckle from felix

“as long as you can forgive me for keeping a secret from you” he replies, shooting you a smile

you smile back at him

“ive forgiven you a long time ago lix”

,,,,

felix has stopped malfunctioning

“ive missed you,” he says grabbing your hand from across the table and holding it the way he used to

“ive missed you too,,, so much,,, im so proud of you,”

“proud of me?”

“yeah, youve finally done what youve always dreamt of”

“you know?”

“of course i know lix, youre everywhere!”

“it kinda sucks how you know whats been going on in my life and i dont know a single clue about yours”

“I can always catch you up!” you say excitedly, but as you see the sad smile that began to etch his way onto his face, you see that that’s not the case

“busy schedule?” you question

“yeah” he replies, the grip on your hand becoming tighter, almost like he doesnt want to let go

“thats okay, im sure we’ll find some time,” you say maintaining the positive energy

right on cue, chan peeps his head in the door

“Felix we have to go now, i tried convincing them to give you more time but were already running behind schedule”

“aish” felix replies as his tears suddenly made his way down

he gets up and pulls you into a bone crushing hug as you breathe in his scent, taking it all in

“im sorry i have to go so soon”

“thats okay felix, ill always be here”

“i hope i can see you again before I leave,”

“oh dont worry, you will” you say, a big smile on your face

“what do you mean?”

“just watch out for me at the concert, yeah?”

“youre coming???!!!!??”

“yep, already got my ticket!”

and you swear youve never seen felix smile so brightly before

“you pinky promise?”

“I pinky promise.”

#lee felix #lee felix imagine #lee felix au #lee felix blurb #stray kids felix #lee felix x reader #stray kids imagines #stray kids blurb #stray kids au #stray kids fluff #stray kids angst #lee felix fluff #lee felix angst #stray kids lee felix #stray kids soft #stray kids scenario #stray kids ships #stray kids

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swiss-cheeze · 5 years

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Midnight Memories || Eugene Sledge

Warnings: guns, violence, blood (probably), talks of genitals, semi smut (nothing graphic), swearing, making out & kissing, uhh I don’t know if there’s anything else.

A/N: this does NOT follow a specific episode however it does have quotations from the show.

———

“Look at all this dirt and mud on me, not one inch of me is clean” (Y/n) said, glaring at a new recruit, “and look at you, almost little to no dirt, barely fucking blood and you’re grinnin’ like a mad man in a slaughter house for killing ya first Jap” letting go of the man’s collar he stumbled back into the mud and growled.

“WOULD YA QUIT IT ALREADY” the man yelled, he stood up quickly and shoved (Y/n).

“WOULD YOU BOTH SHUT UP OR WE’LL LOOSE OUR POST” Eugene yelled at the pair, “(L/n) go back to the group” (Y/n) glared at the man she had shoved earlier and kept her eye contact.

“I’ sir” the girl mumbled before turning and walking away, heading for Snafu and the rest of the group, Eugene hot on her trials.

“Now you kiss your momma with that mouth?” Snafu asked with a shit-eating grin.

“Can it Snaf, aint in the mood for your games today” (Y/n) grumbled as she slumped down into the dirt, hitting her helmet a little to move out of her view.

“Goddamn it (L/n)” Eugene said as he slid into their ditch.

“And they say the men in the marines have the biggest balls” Snafu said with a grin to Eugene, (Y/n) quirked the corner of her lip.

“I got bigger balls then all of you guys combined” (Y/n) said half-heartedly, “if they allowed me, a woman, into the marines chock full of men and let ME of all of them onto the field then I definitely have bigger balls then anyone here”

“Doesn’t mean you have to yell at a newbie” Eugene said from the side, “I’ve been here shorter then you guys but it’s still no reason to pin him”

“So you wanna go now Sledgehammer?” (Y/n) threatened, a deadly glare shifting through the whole group, “I’ve seen things that would rock your core, I have more mud caked in my ass then you do in your feet. If you wanna go ahead and fuck me over too I won’t hesitate to shoot”

“Calm down love” Snafu said a little shaken, “we’re just waitin’ here. Kay?”

“INCOMING” a voice yelled, a large plane came over the top of the marines before shouting could be heard from in front of them.

“Japs” Snafu muttered as he started shooting.

“HOW IN THE HELL DID THEY GET PASSED US” (Y/n) yelled, “GRENADE”. A loud bang could be heard as well as some screams.

“MUST’VE BEEN TO SMALL FOR THE TROUPS TO KILL THEM BEFORE THEY GOT HERE” Eugene said from beside the girl, he loaded up one of the rockets, yelled out and shot off. A large booming sound came from the Marines side, “WHAT IN GODS NAME WAS THAT” Eugene yelled as he looked towards the sound. Men shouting and signing off could be heard to the groups left but they tried not to pay attention before a man army crawled over to them; Snafu, Eugene and (Y/n) kept firing their guns.

“OUR PLANE THOUGHT WE WHERE THE ENEMY, TOOK OUT THREE OF OUR FOX HOLES AND AT LEAST NINE MEN” the man yelled, Snafu kept shooting but Eugene stopped momentarily as he looked to (Y/n).

“Keep going, don’t stop” (Y/n) muttered, a tear slipped down her cheek but it was the only one, Eugene went back to firing his gun.

“CEASE FIRE. CEASE FIRE” a man yelled, Eugene growled as he stopped his rifle as one Jap kept moving slowly towards them. (Y/n) stood up, about to walk out and finish the man but Eugene was quicker, he pulled out his handgun and shot at the Jap, (Y/n) bent and held her arm up as cover before falling to her left into the arms of Snafu.

“IDIOT WHAT THE FUCK” (Y/n) yelled.

“I SAID CEASE FIRE” the captain yelled, Eugene started to walk away but the captain kept talking, “WHEN I SAY SIEZE FIRE YOU SIEZE FIRE” the captain stayed still as Eugene did too, “what where you doing?” the captain said harshly, the whole platoon was looking towards the captain and Eugene.

“Killin’ Japs” Eugene said coldly slowly turning around.

“You just gave away our GODDAMN position Marine!” the captain yelled.

“I think they got a pretty good idea of where we are in the first place” Eugene hit back, Snafu turned to (Y/n) quickly.

“Can of beans that Eugene will hit the captain” Snafu said with a cocky grin.

“I TOLD YOU TO CEASE FIRE, YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO BE OBSERVING, what do I see? – I SEE YOU WITH YOUR GODDAMN SIDE ARM” the captain yelled.

“You’re on” (Y/n) muttered softly.

“WE’RE ALL SENT HERE TO KILL JAPS WEREN’T WE?” Eugene yelled, “SO WHAT THE HELL DIFFERENCE DOES IT MAKE WHAT WEAPON WE USE” Eugene got into the captain face and gritted his teeth, “I’ll use my goddamn hands if it had too” and he walked off. The captain turned around and glared at Snafu and (Y/n) as he walked to the pair.

“Get him under control” the captain said through gritted teeth before returning to his post. (Y/n) sighed softly and started to get up.

“I’ll see to him, you owe me a can of beans” (Y/n) said, she started to get out of the hole and holstered her hand gun before walking over to Eugene; sitting up a small mountain of rocks overlooking the bodies of the Japanese and the field, he was playing with a small bit of grass with his pipe in his mouth.

“Well marine, you sure pissed off our captain and Snaf now owes me a can of beans. Should I be proud or mad?” (Y/n) said with a grin as she came up the rocks and sat down next to Eugene.

“Snaf owes you a can o’ beans?” Eugene asked looking at the girl with a cocked eyebrow.

“Made a bet whether or not you’d strike the captain. I won saying you wouldn’t. Mommas boy you are wouldn’t do it” (Y/n) said with a childish grin as she too started playing with some pieces of grass and mud.

“Mommas boy I am wouldn’t strike the captain but still keeps track of how many Japs he kills?” Eugene questioned with a hint of a smile.

“Yeah, exactly” (Y/n) replied with a little body jump and a grin, “Fucking bullshit though, ‘f I find the goddamn F.O. that called the arty, I’d shoot ‘Im” (Y/n) said softly, her southern accent had started to come out. After spending some time with Eugene she had adopted the accent unwillingly.

“Sons of bitches’ll just do it again” Eugene muttered as he took the pipe from his mouth and looked at the burning tobacco.

“Why’d they shell us” (Y/n) mumbled, in the short amount of time they had of answers to the bombing she didn’t think Eugene would actually answer.

“Cause some asshole officer read a map wrong, nobody gives a shit about us.” Eugene muttered back, (Y/n) cocked a grin.

“Didn’t think you’d answer” (Y/n) said side-eying the marine next to her.

“I don’, just a suspicion” Eugene said before looking over to the groups.

“They’re setting up camp” (Y/n) muttered, “when did they even cross the field?” the girl asked rhetorically.

“Time passes by quicker when you’re having fun doesn’t it?” Eugene asked as he started walking to the camping ground.

“Oh so we’re having fun now?” (Y/n) asked with a grin as she followed Eugene across the ground.

“I was” Eugene said, before (Y/n) could reply Snafu threw their bedding as each other as well as a cover.

“’Ere, caps orders” Snafu said with his grin while chewing some gum, or tobacco, they didn’t know.

“Caps orders of what?” Eugene asked as he looked at the bedding and covers.

“Y’all are the last lookouts, from twelve in the morning until six” Snafu said, “so get some sleep now”

“Who’s first?” (Y/n) asked as she started setting up.

“Dunno, but shut up I’m tryna sleep” Snafu said, he rolled over in his bedding before throwing a can of beans in the pairs direction before dozing off.

“Eat now or wait until guard” (Y/n) said smirking to herself as she looked at the beans, turning the can over in her hands.

“Wait until we’re on guard” Eugene said dismissively.

“And why’s that Genie?” the girl questioned as she laid down in her bedding, Eugene didn’t answer for a few moments as he got into his bedding.

“Gives you a chance to eat without having to discharge by using a rifle” Eugene said, “Goodnight”, and with that Eugene rolled over.

“Night Genie” (Y/n) said with a small smile as she got into her bedding, a soft smile placed over her mouth as she looked into the night sky, it was more peaceful up there then down with them.

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“Wake up, we got duty” Eugene said sleepily, shaking (Y/n)’s shoulder, the girl woke almost immediately with a grumble.

“We don’t get paid for this do we?” the girl mumbled softly as she slowly got up.

“Don’t think so” Eugene responded with a slight grin, (Y/n) stood up quickly as Eugene grabbed their rifles, extra bullets and started heading to the observation point, (Y/n) slowly trailing behind with her can of beans, a pot, a box of matches, and a spoon. Eugene sat down at the rocks the pair had been at before as (Y/n) slowly crawled her way up to his position and started setting up a small fire.

“Ya know, I think this may be the first time I’d be having beans that are actually cooked” (Y/n) said, she stuck her knife into the top of the canteen and started cutting away at the metal, taking back the lid and then dumping the contents of the can into the pot. Eugene lit one of the matches and started to burn the dead grass under the small sticks of the fire before putting the pot into the small hole of the fire, the beans slowly starting to cook as the sticks and twigs crackled beneath the metal.

“Ever or since you entered the war?” Eugene asked as he started to move around the beans making sure to get an even cook.

“Since I entered,” the girl sighed as she looked at the night sky, “haven’t had hot food for a long while actually” she mumbled softly before changing subjects, “so, what about you then huh Genie? Why’d ya get in here when you could be out there” (Y/N) said as she nudged the boy.

“Just wanted to help is all, can’t stand sitting back from something this big. Almost didn’t let me in though, my dad’s a doctor, said I couldn’t and shouldn’t because of the heart murmur I had” Eugene said blandly, “went against his rules in the end though, entered, got in. Now I’m stuck in this place until otherwise told”

“Well it aint all that bad I guess” (Y/n) sighed, Eugene looked at the girl with a cocked eyebrow, “haven’t died yet have we?” the girl asked with a large grin as she stretched out on the rocks.

“No, guess not” Eugene mumbled as he pulled the pot off of the fire and set it aside on the cool rocks, “dinner is done”

“Perfect, I’m starving. Literally” (Y/n) said, the girl sat up quickly and looked to the pot as Eugene put out the fire. Eugene laughed softly as the final remains of the fire got put out, grabbing the pot Eugene handed the pot handle to (Y/n) who quickly dug into the food. Scooping a large amount into her mouth quickly before chewing and handing the spoon and pot to Eugene.

“What? Cold?” he asked.

“No” (Y/n) said softly, “eat”

“Why”

“You need it, you may be gaining a little muscle but you need food to go with it” (Y/n) said, she nudged the pot and spoon to Eugene who took it carefully and took a mouthful before handing it back.

“It’s beautiful tonight” Eugene said absently looking up at the sky.

“Really? I thought it was beautiful all the time” (Y/n) said as she looked up as well, handing the pot to Eugene who took a mouthful with a confused look.

“The stench of dead bodies and blood and the firing of guns and screams is beautiful?” the boy asked as he handed the beans to (Y/n), the girl laughed softly as she looked to Eugene.

“When I get to look at you all day I’d say so yes” (Y/n) said with a cheesy grin. Eugene let a smile cross his face for a moment.

“A-are” Eugene cleared his throat, “are you flirting with me?”, (Y/n) laughed softly as the boy took the pot and ate what was left of the food.

“Have been since you got deported here Genie” (Y/n) said as she laid back on the rocks, arms behind her head.

“I’m sorry I didn’t notice” Eugene said, internally scolding himself for saying something so weird.

“Don’t be Genie, nobody notices me” (Y/n) mumbled softly. A wind blew through the trees and the clouds moved as a sweet silence came over the pair, soft snores could be heard in the distance from the sleeping marines.

“I notice you” Eugene said after a little while, his arms wrapped around his shins and his chin rested on his knees.

“Don’t flatter yourself” (Y/n) said softly as she closed her eyes.

“I mean it” Eugene said he turned to crane his neck to look at the girl before giving up and turning fully to her, “I notice when you walk away from the group to go help someone with their riffle, I notice when you scrub your boots clean almost every night, I notice how serious you get when we’re in range and shooting the Japs, I notice when you curl yourself in almost every night and cry; every night you cry and I don’t know why. I notice when you bite your lip when getting yelled at by the captain, I notice when you realise something; a pattern in the Japs fighting, a kink in a gun or a bomber a mile away, you always quirk your lip and you always say ‘well I’ll be damned’” Eugene took a breath as (Y/n) sat up on her elbows, “I know we’re all just marines and we may just be a part of the body count when and if this war ever ends but I notice these small things, not because it’s things to get my mind off of the war but also because…” Eugene paused and sighed, “Because I really like you” Eugene went back to his previous position. (Y/n) sat quietly for a moment as she let the words sink in and let herself think for a while.

“You know I almost didn’t become a marine, didn’t sign up” (Y/n) said, Eugene took this moment to lay down next to the girl, “almost would have never have met you, Snaf, Leckie and everyone else” the girl sighed softly, “can I try something probably really stupid?” the girl asked as she stared up at the sky.

“We could die at any moment and you’re asking for permission to do something stupid?” Eugene asked with a small smile, turning his head to look at the girl.

“Yeah, you’re right I shouldn’t do it” (Y/n) girl sighed sarcastically.

“That’s not what I meant!” Eugene said loudly, shoving the girl softly. (Y/n) laughed softly as she sat up on her elbows.

“Fine fine! You asked for it” (Y/n) exclaimed, the girl quickly leaned forward to Eugene and connected her lips with his. Eugene’s eyes widened as he braced his hands behind himself to keep steady from the force of the kiss, the moon glinted in the background as the stars shone above the pair. As (Y/n) started to move back and separate the kiss Eugene realised what she was doing and brought his hand up to the back of her neck and pulled her forward to his lips again, Eugene’s hand slid to the side of her cheek and jaw as (Y/n) squeaked slightly from the sudden action. A soft hum came from the girl as Eugene glided his tongue over the girls bottom lip, (Y/n) opened her mouth slightly and let Eugene’s tongue dance with hers as her head tilted to the side slightly to get a better angle and her hands came to wrap around the boys waist as Eugene slowly pulled the girl on top of himself as he laid down. (Y/n)’s hand came to wrap in Eugene’s orange locks and pulled softly, emitting a soft groan from the boy beneath her as his head went along with her pulling; (Y/n) bent down and started to quickly kiss and nip at the skin of his neck as the boy whined softly, his hands going to the girls waist and pulling her down harder onto his groin, her growing wetter, him growing harder by every second that passed. A soft moan passed through the girls mouth as she slowly started to try and unbutton Eugene’s shirt, her hand going under the boys shirt and gliding her thumb over the soft skin she found there, (Y/n) was about to glide her hand down further south before-

“AAAAHHHHHH”

Feet.

Running.

Screams.

“THE JAPS” both (Y/n) and Eugene yelled together as they separated, Eugene scrambled for his gun as (Y/n) grabbed the siren left over by the team before them; setting off the siren as Eugene started to slowly pick off the Japs as the once sleeping marine scrambled for their guns and started to pick off what they could. There only seemed to be about 30 or 35 Japs coming for the large team but they were picked off extremely quickly, while guns were fired and the screams of the Japanese died down every minute (Y/n) and Eugene where laughing to themselves at the situation, not even contemplating the shit they’ll be getting from the captain, Snaf or their team mates.

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Silent Song, Chapter 8

Forgive me for the delay, below is Chapter 8.

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7

Tony had been suffocating her. Every time anyone directed her to do anything, he would jump down their throats saying that she was free to do what she wished, when she wished. It didn’t matter how much Hotaru tried to communicate that it was fine, he still hovered. What she ate, how much she ate, it was all controlled by him as contrary as that seemed. It left Hotaru yearning for the freedom, the little bit of control she had before the night she had taken ill.

It was early when Hotaru woke that morning, nearly a week after that painful night. She always woke early, with the sun but today she didn’t feel like leaving her room. Tony would be there, from the start. It seemed he always was, without fail.

She’d gained some weight and wasn’t so sickly thin anymore. Bruce had said she was free to resume normal eating after a phone call to Dr. Strange. Still, she had a long way to go before she reached a healthy weight or normal muscle mass. Yet Tony still monitored everything she ate. It was him that decided if, when and how she would work out. It seemed it was him that decided everything for her now.

As Hotaru finally changed into a pair of jeans she thought about her life, what she could remember of when she was a child, of before and of the life she had lived in captivity. She thought about the life she was living now. It was odd that she was beginning to resent her brother for the control he was forcing on her, yet when left to her own devices she remained stagnant, doing nothing. As more and more nights passed, Hotaru found herself better able to think, as if a deep fog was slowly lifting off her mind, a fog that had been present for most of her life and yet she had hardly noticed it.

It was like her mind was a muscle she was also just beginning to exercise, perhaps. Tony took her to a different library in the building and helped her to pick out books. It was smothering, nearly everything he did. It wasn’t really her that picked the books, not really though he told himself that it was. Tony decided what he thought was best and then she got to pick from that.

In an effort to escape the weight of Tony’s constant care, Hotaru had begun staying up later into the night. Tony would all but tuck her into bed and as soon as he left, she would mill around her room enjoying the peace. Sometimes she would try and make sense of the book Loki loaned her but even now it was heavy reading.

It left her tired, but she was sleeping better at night then she could ever remember. The warmth of the bed, the comfort, it lulled her into a deep slumber. She didn’t need the long nights of rest after her initial recovery. It made it easier for her to keep her lonely nights without Tony changing their schedule, without him questioning her. On occasion, she was still tired in the morning, yet Tony chalked that up to nightmares, something that still plagued her nearly nightly.

Today, like every day, Tony doted on her. He had obtained an online course and was pushing her to resume her education. Yet, he hovered as she sat at the laptop he provided her, seemingly never stopping talking.

“This program here,” Tony pointed. “If you open it- that’s an IM program. You can send messages to everyone through it if they are online, that’s the green circle. If someone’s not online, Jarvis will notify them of a message unless they request him not.” Hotaru nodded. It would be a step toward normal communication. Yet, with the exception of Steve, Tony and Bruce, no one seemed to sit around in front of computers and tablets waiting to chat.

“I can get you a tablet today, set it up all spiffy for you. It would work the same, anywhere in the Tower.” Tony was getting worked up again, trying to fix things. Trying to fix her. “It wouldn’t be hard at all to set it up to read what you type outside of the IM system, really. I should have thought of that, already.”

‘Its fine’ Hotaru was slow to pick at the keys, missing the simplicity of pen and paper. Tony nodded and agreed.

It was fine, he would take care of it. Finally, he left her with her ‘course work’ and she breathed deeply. Everything about the computer was cumbersome to navigate and writing with the keyboard was a slow and painful death to her already fragile sanity. If Loki had not swept into the room when he did, she likely would have chucked the offensive computer and it’s damned course out the nearest glass window, possible punishments be damned.

“Something troubles you, Little Firefly?” Loki glanced at her as he set a kettle on the stove.

She pecked at the keyboard for a moment longer before collapsing dramatically on her arms. Loki watched as she swallowed for a moment before frantically looking for her notebook before he pushed from behind the laptop screen, a small smile playing at his face at her theatrics. It was something he had grown fond of, in exchange for her silence it seemed everything his Little Firefly did was dramatic.

He watched as she heaved a sigh and snatched the pen up. Quickly, she was scribbling away words as he poured hot water into his mug. When he returned to the counter, dropping a tea ball into the mug she had finished and turned the book for him to read.

‘Tony has me doing school on this thing. Everything takes forever to do. Writing on it is hard. Making it work is hard. It’s boring. He will be mad if I don’t do it.’ Her words were written in the green ink that she seemed to only use when talking to him.

“What makes you think he’d be angry if you told him you didn’t wish to continue?” Loki paused as he mixed a smidge of honey into his mug and set the kitchen back to rights. He could hear the tapping of her pen behind him, yet not the sound of it working over the paper. She had no true answer to give. “You are safe here, you are free here. Little Firefly, no one will make you do something you do not wish to here unless you allow them to do so. You are in control of how much power they have over you.”

‘He won’t let me breath’ she finally scratched out the words. Most of the time, her notes were short, conversations hardly more than the passing of needed information or answering questions. Yet with Loki, he would give her as much time as she needed to write without making her feel as if he was waiting on her, as if she was holding him behind.

“Perhaps speak with him?” When she cocked an eyebrow at him, Loki caught his careless use of words but a smile grew on her face just the same. He spoke to her as if she was a normal person.

‘How? He gets bored and distracted when I’m writing.’ It felt like even when Tony was hovering over her, he was always talking at her. She couldn’t write fast enough and before she was finished his mind was off on the next topic. No matter what, it felt like she was too slow for him.

“I could assist you with that.” Loki nodded at the laptop. “I’ve managed well enough, however typing will take time for you to master. The technology of this world is very much a part of Stark’s life, if you speak to him through it he may yet hear you better, Little One.”

Hotaru nodded, chewing her lip as Loki came around the other side of the island, setting his mug down next to her only to have her snatch it up and take a sip, flinching when the still too hot tea touched her lips. The not so subtle theft of his tea did not go unnoticed but Loki didn't comment on it.

“Show me what he has you doing. Take your time.” Loki watched over her shoulder as she clumsily navigated the system. She showed him lessons and ebooks that made her eyes hurt after a while. Working the mouse became easier with time however the system still left her confused.

‘I’m sorry. I know this is child’s work.’ she finally wrote when he took over the mouse, instructing her on easier ways to navigate and clearly renaming abstract application names to things that would make sense to her. After lowering the brightness on the screen and tweaking a few settings, it hurt her eyes less to look at it.

In the hall, Loki could hear the shuffle of Tony’s feet as he worked, drawing closer before stopping, turning suddenly and retreating. His steps were more forceful now that he knew Loki was with her. It pleased Loki greatly to know that just being near the little girl irritated the man enough to give her some space.

“Do not be.” Loki spoke when he passively glanced down to her note. “The time you would have learned these things here on Midgard was stolen from you. You did not squander the chance, you retained the ability to write and further, mastered something as complicated and dexterous as how you write out messages on flesh with not just a fingertip, but multiple working tandem. You have nothing to be sorry for, Dear Heart.”

While his words sank in, he went over what each program did, what he named them and where they were to be found. Loki kept his explanations simple, short and allowed her time to absorb the concepts before opening the childish typing program that was little more than children’s games. Based on the date mark on it, he wondered if it was purchased around the time she went missing- a relic that shouldn’t have been allowed in the light of day again. Loki closed it just as quickly, settling for a plain word document.

“When you are typing, rest your hands on the keyboard like this.” Loki first showed her how hands sat on the keys, at rest with finger tips poised and ready, yet hands relaxed. Once she nodded, he lifted his hands off the keys and gently guided her hands to rest as his did.

He spoke to her softly of typing, of how just as when she would write, much of the action was muscle memory and would take time to perfect. She should not fear the time it took to learn, because once it was mastered, she would have ready access to a whole world of communication. Loki told her of worlds online, where no one would know her, what she had been through or that she couldn’t talk like them. Where everyone communicated by the written word alone. A world where she could be normal. A world where she could be anyone she wanted.

That alone was motivation to try. It helped, for Loki to speak of her lack of intelligence as something that wasn’t her fault. As she practiced typing out messages from her notepad, Loki watched while sipping his tea.

“Do try not to look at the keyboard. It will be hard at first but in due time, you will have a map in your mind of the keys. You’ll type faster that way in the end.”

Hotaru nodded at him and made an effort as best she could to do as he said. She was slow still, but with her hands in proper position and fingers working together as a team, her words began to form faster. Still, a paper and pen would be faster for her at the moment but it gave her hope just the same. When her hands began to tire, she leaned back and stretched.

Hotarun turned in her stool and found Loki standing closer to her then she had realized. His arm rested on the back of the stool, blocking her in unintentionally as he looked down at her. Warmth radiated off of him, yet it wasn’t the same heat she expected, perhaps since he was calm? In the past, when her keepers would be so close to her, when they would use her, heat poured off of them making her fear that their very touch would burn her skin.

‘Thank you’ Hotaru timidly reached up and delicately spelled the word out on his chest, just over his heart while offering him a blinding smile. Could she feel his heart beating in his chest? Had his heart always beat so loudly? Loki wondered if he needed to partake in a woman of fleeting morals, had it been so long that the wasted wisp of a girl set his blood moving? That was something that would need to be rectified.

“You are truly welcome, My Dear.” Loki left her in a hurry, oddly enough. Hotaru couldn’t help but wonder what she had done wrong. Surely, she had done something to send one of the people she was closest with away. Whatever she had done, she hoped to not repeat it again.

Rather than chase after him and risk punishment, she turned back to the screen. Loki wouldn’t punish her anyway, even if she had indeed done something, she reasoned. He wouldn’t do that to her, would he? It was better not to think about that, to start asking those questions. They would take her down the path of doubt, just as they always did. Instead, she muddled through the work set out for her as best she could. At least navigating was easier thanks to Loki’s assistance.

Finally, that night Hotaru had enough of hiding away in her room after being tucked into her bed. Her room was beginning to feel like a cage with each passing night. They said she was free. Tony said she was free, they all did. So, what stopped her from leaving it? Old conditioning and new bravery warred in her mind and heart before she snatched up the book of Asgard and stepped out of her room,

Would Jarvis somehow know and inform Tony? Hotaru still didn’t know who Jarvis was, but the man seemed to know all and see all. He seemed to be the only person she hadn’t been introduced to yet that interacted with the floors that served as the groups home.

With her bag slung over her shoulder and heavy book in her hand, she decided it didn’t matter. They had yet to punish her for anything and so if Jarvis, whoever he was, told Tony she didn’t stay in her room that night so be it. What harm would come?

“Good evening, Little Firefly.” Loki’s smooth voice greeted her when she slowly walked into the living room. “I feared Stark had you under lock and key upon sunset.”

Hotaru shrugged as she walked over to the couches. It was nearly midnight and most of the tower had gone to sleep. She and Loki were alone in the living space and he didn’t seem angry with her. Clutching the heavy book in her arms, she looked around trying to decide where was the place she should sit, where Loki would like her. Such thoughts as those were not easy ones to turn off.

“You’ve not enjoyed the book?” Loki questioned, however it sounded much more a statement. His mind was already made up. The never ending stream of books Tony sent Hotaru off had not escaped his attention and he wondered when she would return his book, saying she had grown bored with it.

Shuffling, she tried to grab her notebook out of her bag, nearly spilling everything on the ground and dropping the book while shaking her head. She wanted to read it, she did. But it was hard and she had so little time with Tony seemingly hovering over her.

“Sit, little one, if you will.” Loki patted the space near him. “Else you’ll surely drop everything.”

Hotaru did as told, without thinking. It was an automatic action that did not go unnoticed by Loki. It pleased him to have such power over her, though he knew it shouldn’t. She was one he could count on to obey, though she was to be learning freewill. It would be such a shame when she no longer obeyed.

‘It’s hard to read, but I’m trying.’ The note drew him out of his thoughts as it was presented to him.

“Do you wish assistance with it?” Loki asked. “Or mayhap you have questions for me?”

Hotaru nodded, though Loki couldn’t be sure as to which question she was agreeing to. Regardless, she offered him a small smile. One that seemed to be reserved only for him. Loki found himself liking that smile, the more he saw it. She would offer it freely to him, often in thanks for subtle direction during her days.

‘If you don’t mind? I know I write slow and I don’t want to be troublesome.’ The words surprised Loki. All her notes were quickly written and clearly readable, how would anyone find conversing with her troublesome? As for the time it did take, it allowed one to think and formulate an answer, preventing things spoken in the moment. Loki told her as much and again, she offered him that sweet little smile and a shrug of her shoulders.

‘Where are you and Thor from? What is Asgard?’ often, she tried to search for Asgard on the maps left periodically on tables but could never find it.

“Asgard is another world, very far away from this one. We hail from that world. Thor was born there.” Loki hoped she wouldn’t ask more of himself as he realized that she intended to simply question him at the moment.

‘You are a Prince of that place? Thor is King?’ Loki nodded at her.

“You remember correctly, Little One.”

‘You said you were a king of ------ another place?’ She stretched out where she tried to write the name he had spoke, but couldn’t begin to fathom how it was spelled.

“Jotunheim. Yes.” Loki’s words were cold at that. “There certainly isn’t anything failing with your memory.”

‘Is it like Asgard?’

“It is not.” The bite in Loki’s voice caused her to flinch and instantly, Loki knew it was a misstep on his part and continued with a sigh. “It is a frozen waste land. Few if any remain alive there any longer.” Hotaru nodded and for a moment, they sat in silence and she did not write anything else.

‘Why are you here?’ finally she asked. It was such a simplified version of the questions she truly wanted to ask but for now, that would do just fine.

“I am here because I intended to read. I am here because you sought company tonight.” Loki offered a charming smile to the girl sitting next to him wearing too big clothes, dressed ready for sleep.

‘That’s not what I meant.’ She finally wrote.

“I know.” He admitted. “I’m here by Thor’s order.” Loki finally admitted. He didn’t want to have to tell her what he did, the monster he was.

‘Why?’ again she asked. Loki owed her no explanation and the bite of anger bubbled within him again, yet this time he was prepared and was able to push it down.

“A story for another time, perhaps Little Firefly.” His words were soft when he spoke and she nodded at him.

‘I only wanted the book to learn about you.’ Finally she gave words to the reason, fearing he would find her childish.

“You can ask us, we’ll answer the best we are able for most things.” It felt a lie saying the words, because it was. She had just asked him a question and they both knew he denied her the answer. Yet she knew he did not answer because it was something he wasn’t ready to talk about. Her heart told her that. She never had anything, anyone else to trust in and so she had always trusted in her heart. Now wasn’t a good time to stop.

‘I still want to read it, but I’m slow. It’s hard, I’m sorry.’ Over the last few nights, Hotaru had been slowly working her way through the heavy book again. 'If you want it back?' She added.

“Take your time, if you wish. Keep it as long as you like.” As Loki spoke, he heard the shuffling sound of footsteps in the hall.

It was a sound unique to Tony, a sign that he had already consumed his fair share of scotch for the night. It didn’t surprise him that Tony came down, though he normally stayed in his lab and private rooms during the nights. More than likely, he was informed the moment Hotaru left her room and was watching a video feed as they sat on the couch together. Now was the time to play his little game in earnest.

“Read it as slow or fast as you wish, Little Firefly.” Softly, he rested his hand on her knee.

Hotaru nodded and her breath hitched at the contact. It was odd, Loki was not one for such subtle affections. Yes, he had touched her in the past, but this was different. Before, it was always a guiding hand. Now he was offering comfort, reassurance in such a simple touch and so she smiled at him, a small pure smile before beginning to write again.

‘Everyone here is smart.’ she started before deciding he was safe. Loki was safe. ‘I feel like Tony deserves a smart sister. Smart like him. I’m sorry that I’m stupid.’

Hotaru didn’t hear the sound of Tony’s feet on the floor as he moved closer. His stomach was tied in knots and for the first time in a long while, he wasn't sure if the scotch would stay down. Loki shouldn’t be touching her. Loki would hurt her. Loki would kill her. Loki would take her. Loki. Loki. Loki.

Tony swallowed the lump and the panic. He knew those thoughts. Those thoughts were born of anxiety. Born of panic. Born of fear. Those thoughts were lies. Were they really? Yes, Thor said Loki could be trusted. Loki hadn’t done any harm in the six months he had been in the tower, beyond a few small pranks.

Yet still, seeing him sitting so close to her turned his stomach. He was close enough to hear what the God said.

“You, Little One, are most definitely not stupid.” Loki grabbed her hand before she could write more and Tony fought back the urge to lunge at the God for touching her. “You will listen to me before you speak again.”

It was hard, but Tony kept his feet planted. He hated when others would tell his Hotaru what to do. She was free. Was she? Did he not dictate all of her days? Why was she even awake when he tucked her into bed? Didn’t she want to go to bed? He tried to remember her making the choice to go to bed, her saying that was what she wanted and his mind was coming up blank. His thoughts were cut off by Loki’s words again.

“Yes, you lack much knowledge others would have at your age. Yet you know pain, you know sorrow, you know want in a way few others do. You hold the ability to gain knowledge- that is what sets the intelligent ones apart from those with minds gone lame.”

Hotaru nodded with tears in her eyes and a shuddering breath. Over her shoulder, Loki could see the conflicted look on Tony’s face but paid the man no mind. If he gave him his attention, the game could come to an end- or at least that is what he told himself.

Tony watched on, stunned to hear the words Loki spoke. It was easy to imagine what she could have written to cause him to say such things, though Tony couldn’t make the words out from his place. He glanced down at the glass of scotch clutched in his hand.

Simultaneously, he wanted to down the contents of the cup and to never drink another drop. Had he made her feel that way? Was it him that made her feel stupid? Was he pushing too much, too fast?

Loki watched as a tear finally slipped free from her eyes, leaving a trail down her cheek. Without much thought, he brushed the trail away and took her notebook from her hands, setting it on the table.

“You are just what Stark needs you to be, Little One. In two weeks, you will be what he needs you to be then as well. In six months, just the same. You are as you need to be, as long as you keep learning, keep healing, you will always be what he needs.”

Loki surprises himself just as much as Hotaru when he pulls her into his lap. She comes willingly enough and settles against his chest as his arms lay softly on her back.

“Rest, Little Firefly. Let your heart rest for it has been through much.” Softly he spoke . Yet all the while, he is aware of Tony, slyly watching the man as he makes a point to speak just loud enough to be heard.

Tony turned on his heel and left. Quickly he made his way up to his rooms and before he knew it, he found himself emptying the contents of his stomach into the toilet like a frat boy. When he finally could stand again, he hurled his glass against the wall and watched in mild satisfaction as glass and liquid exploded on contact before falling into his bed. What tomorrow would bring? Hell if he knew but he had to do better. For her, he had to do better. Had to be better.

Loki focused on Hotaru once Tony had left. Her brother didn’t make a silent exit and it was surprising that she didn’t look up at the noise. The warmth of her body soaked into him, warming him in a way he hadn’t felt in a long time. She fit nicely in his lap too.

After a moment, Loki realized she had fallen asleep. It would be best to deposit her into her bed. With Tony already set off for the night, he had no reason to keep holding her. She could be left on the couch, yet Loki didn’t feel right leaving her in the open. After all that she had been through, years of sleeping on cold hard surfaces, she deserved every night she spent in a bed.

It wouldn’t work with his game. Oh yes, the game was heating up indeed. It was just a game, after all.

“Brother?” Thor spoke as Loki carried the small frame of Hotaru to her room.

“Speak softly.” Loki hissed as he entered into the hall.

Thor watched as his brother carried the small girl to her room and set her into the bed, pulling blankets over her. He waited until Loki entered the hall again and the girl’s door was closed before beginning again to speak.

“You care for her?” Thor grinned wide at the words. “It’s great!”

“You know nothing, Brother.” Loki didn’t even spare the larger man a glance as he crossed the hall.

“She is good for you.” Thor commented, leaning next to the door.

“She is nothing.” Loki countered, slipping into the room and closing the door on Thor’s grinning face.

She was just a game. It was just a game. Just a way to pass the time. Just a way to get under Stark's skin. Just a hobby. He didn’t care about her. He would never care about her. She could never care about him. He was a monster, when she found out she would leave him. She wouldn’t stay.

It was just a game.

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fae-cafe-archived · 2 years

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hello, can I get a kin match up for bungou stray dogs please? Thank you :>

I'm an INFP-t and an ambivert. I was told to be the baby friend in my group. I tend to be shy and could be very quiet and awkward, but once I open up I may be very talkative and energetic. Whenever someone's mad at me I would go very quiet tho. I procrastinate quite often, might space out in the middle of doing anything. Have a bit of issue with self-esteem, afraid of letting others down for not meeting their expectations. I never hesitate to stand up for people that i care for but I struggle a bit when it comes to myself. Good listener but not exactly the best with words, often strugling with what to say while comforting others :,)

Hobbies include drawing, reading and listening to music. I really like cute things and animals, plus I am very interested in nature and astronomy

Thank you again and have a nice day/night :D

Oh and im sorry if there are any gramatical mistakes since im not really good at English yet

I Think I Found A Good Match For You, Hope You Think So Too! (Also You're All Good, You Did Great!)

Ranpo Edogawa

Ranpo is A Childish Prodigy of The Armed Detective Agency. He May Not Have An Ability, But He Does Not Doubt His Place In The Agency and He Is Still As Important As The Rest Of Them.

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Ranpo Can Be Regarded As The Baby Friend, Often Spending Time Eating Snacks and Playing Video Games In The Office With His Feet Up. He Doesn't Know How To Navigate The City Either Because He Never Bothered To Learn. In The WAN Preschool Episodes It Is Shown That He Can Be A Bit Shy, But Eventually Warms Up To Others and Is Far More Outgoing. During The Mystery Novel When He Lost His Glasses, Ranpo Was Shown To Be Downright Hopeless and Unbothered To Solve The Mystery, Because He Feels That He's Useless Without His Ability, Which The Glasses Supposedly Activate. However He Has No Trouble Standing Up For His Friends And Wanting To Protect Them, He Can Be Serious When He Has To Be and Definitely Gets Upset When His Skills Don't Always Save The Day, But He Still Works To Get Better and Change Strategies, He's Smart and Cunning, Even With His Childish Demeanor.

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You and Ranpo Share Qualities In Being Shy At First, But Being More Relaxed and Outgoing When Comfortable. You Both May Doubt Your Skills at Some Times, But When It Comes Down To It, You'll Be There Trying Your Best. I Think Someday You'll Learn To Get The Confidence Ranpo Has and Know That You're Not Letting Anyone Down, Because You're Both Doing What You Can

#kin assignment #🔥 request complete

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nacmist-blog · 6 years

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SO I DEADASS stayed awake for the soft opening and i'm not even regretting it just bec i'm v v v much excited asf to plot & interact w each and everyone of yall ?? asfdDFHJSJ but anyways hello bbys i’m sia ! kst timezone and obvs a she & here's my lil anesthesiologist in the making- naomi ! i have yet to finish her full bio page and a plots page as well, etc so for the meantime -- here's a summary or just some deats about her :)

:･ﾟ lee sung kyung, cisfemale, she/her | hey, have you seen naomi lee around campus? i’m pretty sure they’re a twenty-five years old majoring in medicine and living in the byeol dorm. whispers say that they’re smart & independent yet also snarky & callous when you least expect it, yikes. i wonder if they’re gonna make it through this year.

family background:

she is daughter of the chairman of Myungwoo Hospital, a cardiothoracic surgeon (yes i used the hospital name that is in doctor stranger)

she has two older brothers.

she is closer with the older one meanwhile she often fights with the second one because he tends to bully her a lot.

she is actually an illegitimate child, but no one knows of this fact except her family of course and a few from their hospital.

her biological mother died when she gave birth to naomi. so she really didn’t know much about her real mother.

that’s why the chairman and his family adopted her and eventually welcomed her with open hands. his wife wanted to have a daughter but cannot give him anymore due to some complications so the couple were really happy when she came in their life.

childhood:

naomi doesn’t have much memories during her childhood days.

she doesn’t have that much friends even since she was pretty much a homebody.

her family kept her inside their house most of the time.

so she never played in parks, swings and doesn’t even know the games before.

her step-mom was being super attentive to her. dressing her up, bringing her to her meetings, outings, etc.

she was a very smart kid. 18 months and she can already count from one to ten? yes! well that’s because of her step-mom’s meticulous attention in baby naomi’s progress.

she was two years old when her father started teaching her human anatomy.

she may be smart when she was a kid but wasn’t really the friendliest to other kids when she started going to school.

a bit of a brat, maybe bec her family spoiled her too much bUT she grew from that already.

why medicine?

coming from a family who are in the medical field and with both of her older brothers are doctors now, she’s expected to follow their steps as well.

she also idolizes her father, who is a cardiologist and her brothers; a cardiologist also and a neurologist.

she knew she wanted to be just like them- she really wants to be a anesthesiologist someday.

however, she’s insecure when it comes to this.

she tends to get compared a lot by her classmates back in middle and senior school, telling her that she will never be just like her brothers. her fam knew about this and reassured her that she’s smarter and all and that she can do it and be one of the best someday.

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however, as times goes by and she’s growing up, she got the chance to get out of her bubble and try new things. she then discovered that she actually like to become a chef.

she grew up liking cooking a lot, as she likes to look at her nanny every time she cooks until she also tried to learn cooking, etc.

but she knows that her fam wont agree with this choice of path so she sticks to the medical field. focusing more on this destined path.

still, she enjoys cooking and exploring new recipes when she has some time.

personality:

beauty & brains, definitely.

she has this strong aura so that's why people would hesitate to approach her first bec she also has this resting bitch face.

like she may look like she's mad 24/7 or is thinking on how to murder everyone but shes def not ??? she was just born with that face ok

naomi's got attitude tho, and if she doesn’t know you or like you she can seem like a bit of a bitch. (bonus heh)

she is v honest and won’t hesitate to tell you how that sweater makes you look like a garbage disposal system as soon as you put it on, without a second thought.

so like she's generally a very blunt person, so don’t expect anything to be sugar-coated when asking her a question.

she’s not really the kind of looking for a war or something bec she has no time for it and shes just not that kind of person??? she’s actually v v v v chill and may look like she doesn't care but she really doesn't

but she’s v v v kind to those she’s friends with and will defend them to no end.

& she may be one of the smartest in her field but she's also v naive when it comes to other things... like the simplest of things or the normal stuff that people do in their daily life or know. that's due to the fact that she's been shielded by the outside world and was already consumed to being the 'perfect' daughter and stuff.

so imagine her breaking her neutral facade and over reacting to small stuff like “ooh !??!?!?! that’s how people do it???? “ or “LOOK AT HOW THAT SQUIRREL EATS!!! SO CUTE”

so she also has this childish side of her. must protecc

designer from head to toe

also i actually v lazy sometimes

possible connections:

an ex, perhaps ? like had a relationship with this muse for a year but they broke up mutually due to a lack of passion in their relationship anymore. it was mainly her fault bec their relationship was practically a test to her tp see how ‘love’ works -- well she was head over heels over him before but then things change and she just... doesn’t want it anymore.

close friend !! probs the only person who can tolerate her. she’s the type to only consider like 1 or 4 person to be her close/best friend. they know her very well already and she treats them as her ‘sibling’

a relative, perhaps ? (since i see all of them are younger than her lmao they can be her namdongsaeng/yeodongsaeng) someone that she could look out for and she’d be all this protective and supportive older sister would b cool to see this kind of side to her. she really values family, so.

acquaintances. they’re not strangers in her life so she acknowledges their presence around.

naomi’s ‘i see you around school all the time and i think you’re super attractive’ -- aka her crush or something ???

first sexual encounter ?

sibling in law ?? i guess the other’s siblings is dating her older brother (1st one) and they know about their relationship. idek these two could be angst like they dont want to be each other’s sibling in law bec reasons or something like that

friendly competitors .. ?

FINALLY DONE !!!!!! this is just a draft so i might add more into it SOON. im too lazy rn asljhfe so yay!!!!!! IT’S TIME

#sena:intro #/ TIME TO READ YALLS BIOS AND STUFF #:) :) :)#ilyall already bye

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deliverydefresas · 7 years

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it seems to me, for every time, i’m getting more openhearted

okay here i am catching up with prompts that have been sitting on my waiting list since the beginning of the time. this in particular has been there, half written since before season 2 started lmao

and tbh, at this point i can’t even remember who asked for this so im so so so sorry but i hope you like it still

im trying my best to finish most stuff before lutteo’s ficweek but we’ll see how that goes xD

what even is proofreading am i right

prompt: simón comforting ámbar after being left by her squad (delfi bc of pelfi’s break up and jazmín bc she has a crush on simón but he has one on Ámbar)

“Why the long face?”

She had been distracted watching (and cursing) her two friends three tables away from her; mad at them for being childish and leaving her sitting alone, making her look like a complete friendless loser, that she hadn’t realized when the guitarist had taken the seat beside her.

Simón’s voice surprised her.

Ámbar turned to look at him, but was unsurprised to his always present grin and friendly eyes looking at her, honest concern hiding behind them. She almost groaned out loud.

The least thing she needed was to talk to one of the reasons her friends were acting ridiculously for.

“I was born with it, can’t really do much about it.”

His grin got a little bigger.

“It’s a pretty face,” he agreed, “but I’m sure a smile would make it even prettier.”

She had to contain the grimace from appearing on her face. “Right.”

Simón laughed, “I’m just trying to be nice.” She didn’t know what to respond to this, so she just waited until he said something else. Simón paused for a moment, unsure how to continue and do what he had come for; he then looked past her, and nodded to where Delfina and Jazmín were, before finally asking, “did something happen between you and your friends?”

“Corny and nosy.”

“It’s called being nice.” He tried to defend himself, but it only made her shake her head at him, “you can tell me, you know? I won’t judge or tell it to anybody.”

“Anybody but Luna, I’m guessing.” She snorted, not believing his word. The boy grimaced a little, however, it didn’t stop him from trying again.

“I tell Luna a lot of stuff, but I can keep secrets, Ámbar.”

She eyed him carefully. After being her skating partner for three months, she knew he was a nice guy. He worked hard, and would fight anyone to defend what he thought was right, even her. They’ve had their own little disagreements over steps and lifts, but the moment they stepped out of the rink it’d be as if her little dabs were never told, and go to his usual friendly and nice self. He was like his best friend in many ways, always choosing to be nice over a grudge. She guessed that’s why they got along so well, because they were basically the same person split in two bodies.

“I doubt it,” he was about to protest, but she didn’t let him, “and you can stop. We both know you know why they’re acting this way.”

“Pedro may have told me a little, I guess.” He admitted sheepishly.

“Delfi blames me because he keeps turning her apologies down, as if I was to be responsible for his attitude,” she huffed. Simón blinked a couple times, confused.

“Weren’t you the one that told her to change?”

“She was the one who decided to come back and. I never told her to.” Simón could tell his words had offender her, so he placed his left hand on her right, squeezing lightly as an apology, as she continued, “and independently if she changed or not, that’s on them, I can’t do anything to help with that.”

Simón stared at her for a minute, and she looked right back at him. He was clearly looking for something. What, she couldn’t guess, but she could play along until she found out.

“Fair enough,” he finally said, and folded his arms on the table, “what about Jazmín, though? How come she took Delfi’s side when she…” he thought about it for a second, “idolizes you?”

“Don’t remind me.”

As if she would tell him Jazmín was mad because she thought Ámbar liked him. Which, by the way, was ridiculous. First, she couldn’t believe her friend was stupid enough to go after a guy who clearly had no interest in her, and secondly, she couldn’t believe said friend blamed her for said guy’s lack of interest.

“Do you miss them?” he asked softly, when he noticed the frown she now held on her face. She had forgotten he held one of her hands on one of his, so when he started making circles on it with his thumb she was surprised once again.

“Well, they’re my friends.” Simón’s lips twitched when she blinked at their hands, “stupidity and all, I like them.”

“You should really stop calling your friends stupid,” he half joked, half meant it. “Or bringing them down altogether. That’s not what friends are for.”

She sighed, “stop. I know, okay? I’m trying.” He raised an eyebrow at her.

“Okay, I believe you.”

Her frown deepened, “you don’t sound convincing, guitarist.”

He ignored the nickname, and leaned in a bit closer to her. His eyes held such sentiment, she felt a bit lightheaded. Stupid beanie boy, with his stupid nice guy attitude.

“It’s just, isn’t it better be the hero of your own story than being the villain in someone else’s?”

“Are you implying I’m evil? Because, rude.”

Simón laughed, taking distance and shaking his head at her comment.

“Not all villains are evil, Ámbar. Some are misunderstood.”

“You’re still saying I’m a villain, and again, rude.” She retorted, deep down offended he thought such a thing of her, but she could understand where he was coming from. After all, she had spent most of the time he’s known her trying to ruin his best friend’s life.

“Here I am, trying to be poetic and you’re killing me.” He mocked offense.

“Believe me, I’m doing you a favor.” She raised her eyebrows, “somebody’s gotta save the world from your sappiness.”

Simón chuckled lowly, his eyes twinkling with amusement as Ámbar rolled her eyes at him, something that happened a lot. Ámbar was sure he was already used to it, since it happened so often both off and on the rink, many times directed at him. He must have seen it so much he was becoming immune, or simply didn’t mind.

“I beg to differ,” he joked, “many people love my sappiness and corny lines.”

“Equally sappy and corny people, I’m sure.” Jazmín came to her mind, and added “or very delusional ones.”

Simón, who hadn’t taken off his eyes of her, noticed the little twitch in her face when she spoke the last sentence, and how her eyes travelled once again to Delfi and Jazmín’s table, and asked, “is Jazmín the delusional ones?” Her back tensed, but didn’t turn back to him. Instead, she continued looking straight at her friends. “I’m going to take your silence as a yes. Is that why you’re fighting? Because you think Jazmín is being delusional with something?”

“I don’t think she is, I know! How would you call being after a guy who clearly has absolute no interest in you? I’m just telling her the truth but of course, I’m just being the mean, bad friend!” Ámbar’s scowl was deep, disgusted at the situation. She just wanted to scream at Jazmín to have some self-respect, but the girl was enamored by the idea of the boy next to her, and would listen to nothing.

“I’m sure Jazmín just wants a little support from you. I mean, what if the guy is interested in her and you just don’t know?” He was trying his best to sound calming, and she was grateful. However, that didn’t stop her from laughing in his face.

“Are you, though?” she turned to look at him in the eyes, his own widened when he realized what she was asking. “Am I lying? Are you actually interested in her?” her words were sharp, daring him to prove she was in the wrong. Gulping, he shook his head.

“Don’t get me wrong, I like her, she’s a nice and funny girl but she’s not- she’s just-” he sighed, “I just can’t see her as more than a friend.”

“She’s set on that you’re soulmates, and thinks I’m telling her to forget about you because I’m crush-” Ámbar stopped herself a second too late, and Simón definitely caught on her slip.

He inclined closer, teasing smile with underlying hope in his eyes, “you’re…?”

“Nothing. Just Jazmín being Jazmín.” She shook her head, and avoided his eyes once again. His smile weakened a bit, but didn’t push the subject, which she was thankful for. The least thing she needed right now is to talk more about inexistent crushes.

“Well, miss Smith, I think you’re a good friend.” Ámbar’s barely audible huff made him take her hand, squeezing a little so she’d look at him. When she did, he continued, “Seriously. You could have encouraged a fantasy and give her false hope, but you chose to be straight forward about reality. Jazmín’s going to thank you one day, especially after I tell her I’m not really interested.”

Ámbar frowned, “she’s not going to be thankful, if anything, she’ll get crushed.” Maybe blame me more, her mind added.

“She’ll have you and Delfi to fall on.” His smile was soft and reassuring.

It only made her doubt more, “aren’t you forgetting they’re pissed with me?”

“Now, not for long. I’m going to talk to Pedro, so he can talk to Delfi and maybe get their business straight. They both have been stubborn for too long.”

She looked at him for a long moment. Her eyes searching for something to indicate he was lying, but she could only see honesty and open concern.

“Why are you doing this? I’m not your friend, you don’t have to help me.”

Beanie boy grinned, amused at her words, “you’ve said so yourself, I’m a nice guy, I like helping people.” He tapped her nose slightly, confusing her and making her frown a bit more.

“You’re a weird guy, Simón Álvarez.” She sighed, erasing her frown; her lips twitched upwards as she went to sip on her drink.

“I believe the words you’re looking for are thank you, Ámbar Smith. But I’ll let it pass this time, because we just became friends.”

“Keep dreaming, you sap.”

Ámbar nearly chokes on her smoothie when he spoke again, even daring to wink at her.

“Oh, I will, except… In my dreams, we’re more than just that.”

#soy luna #simbar #my simbar ff #simón álvarez #ámbar smith #honestly what is this #idk #it's just simón and ámbar talking hooray #im super sleepy so i might nap after this is posted lolz #ily guys thanks for keeping up with me even when i suck #also in need of a title go with the name of the game lol #sl ff #simbar ff

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