#like i love the people i follow but I am in dire need of MORE CONTENT

[keyotos]

i am absolutely in love with ur writing AND with gepard landau,, can i request a first kiss fic for him? i read your kiss the girl fic for dan heng and ITS SO GOOD!! tysm in advance, take care of yourself!

teenage dream

summary ⎯ gepard knows he can't keep these feelings to himself. gepard also knows that he can never tell you about how he feels. so, he goes to the person he tells all his secrets to: serval. serval, who told pela. pela, who is determined to set you two up. and doing so, entails a bookish adventure for you to enjoy.

tana's words ⎯ i too am in love with gepard. i feel u anon. also thank u for the kind words!

tags ⎯ matchmaking (serval and pela). first kiss. pining (this should be expected). bookish!reader. bookstore owner!reader. oblivious idiots.

IT’S EXTREMELY SURPRISING TO HEAR GEPARD frantically knocking on the doors of nevermore workshop, so serval obviously had to open the doors for him.

when he entered, gepard immediately shut the doors as if he was being followed. the expression on his face was dire; he looked as if he was chased by wolves and he was being hunted down.

“gepard?” serval asked, concern dripping in her tone, “what the hell happened?”

“serval,” gepard panted. serval was getting worried; this was all irregular behavior coming from gepard, “i need help.”

gepard never asked for help. he is one of the most self-sufficient and stubborn people serval knows. he would rather stare death in the face instead of asking someone for help.

“what is it?” serval rushed by his side, “whatever you need, i got you.”

“i think i have feelings for,” gepard sighed, palm dragging across his face, “the owner of the bookstore,” he finishes quietly.

serval’s jaw dropped. it wasn’t because of the declaration of gepard’s crush. it was that he made it sound so dramatic. serval thought that he was being tracked down and was about to be sent to the madhouse.

“are you serious!” serval shoved gepard, “i thought you were about to die or something!”

gepard recoiled at serval’s shove; his sister was stronger than most people thought, “it feels like i am! every time i’m around them my heart rate quickens so much that i think i’m about to have a heart attack. i get all nervous on the inside and i can barely think with them beside me.”

aeons, gepard has definitely fallen in love with you.

“wait⎯so, where are you gonna go from here?” serval leaned on the counter, trying to process all the words her brother confessed.

“that’s the thing,” gepard sighed again. he sounded like a lovesick puppy, “i don’t know. that’s why i came here, i thought you’d be able to help.”

“um. you are aware of my past relationship with cocolia, right? i think i’m like the least qualified person you should be asking romance advice from,” serval pointed out.

“i don’t know who else i could tell,” gepard ran a hand through his hair. this was really stressing him out.

“how about you just… tell them?” serval suggested.

“no!!” gepard shook his head distraughtly, “i can’t do that. what if they don’t feel the same?”

“then it’s not meant to be,” serval said, “simple as that.”

“but it’s not,” gepard whined. serval thought he was making this a lot more complicated than it needed to be. when she was his age, she confessed her feelings to cocolia like it was nothing. they were happy until the break up anyway.

but then it donned on serval. gepard had little to no relationship experience. the only “experience” serval remembers him having was when they were children: his friend had a crush on him and tried to confessed, but gepard rejected her.

that’s why gepard was so distressed. he had no idea how to go on with this. these feelings for you? all new. what he missed out as a teenager, he is now getting as an adult.

“tell you what,” serval wrapped her arm around her brother’s shoulder, “i’ll get this sorted out. trust me. yn will never know about this,” she reassured him.

“you just go along with your guardly duties. i’ll help you,” serval grinned. she knew that she had the perfect plan. except, she couldn’t do it alone.

pela already knew about your crush on the silvermane guard captain. every time he greeted the two of you at the book store, pela practically saw the hearts in your eyes. it was sickening and disgusting, but it was cute too.

what pela didn’t know, however, was that gepard has a crush on you as well.

serval came to pela just a few minutes after gepard’s confession. she knew that she probably shouldn’t have told pela right after the conversation happened, but serval didn’t know how else to console gepard.

“so… you’re telling me that they both like each other?!” serval slammed her hands on the counter. “and they’re both too scared to confess!?”

“that’s exactly what i said, yes,” pela monotonously replied.

you knew that there couldn’t be anything between you and gepard. it was highly improbable that you, a bookstore owner, would be able to gain the captain of the silvermane guard’s interest. it seemed like something straight out of a fictional (key word: fictional) romance novel.

so you appreciated his friendship while he was around. sometimes, as a way to become closer to the captain, you’d suggest different books to him every week. despite being on the front lines quite often, he always comes back to see you. well, he comes back for the books anyway.

serval groaned into her hands, “so what do we do? they both like each other but they literally can’t bear to admit it.”

pela smirked. she’s read enough romance novels to figure out what to do next.

“two words, serval,” pela smirked, “grand. gesture.”

gepard took a few deep breaths before approaching your book store. after his chat with serval, he's been distressed the entire day. he had these feelings for you storming all over his body; occasionally, they'd get so strong that it would feel like those feelings would overtake him.

he opened the door, book in hand, and greeted you formally. gepard couldn't help it: he was so nervous, he wasn't able to function straight.

"hello, captain gepard," you turned around. you were on a latter stacking books on top of bookshelves. originally, you thought it would be cool to have towering shelves, however you quickly learned that it was extremely impractical and difficult.

"i told you," gepard stood near the counter, refusing to slouch in your presence, "you can call me gepard."

"and i told you," you grunted, trying to reach a higher spot on a shelf, "to drop the formalities," you grinned to yourself.

gepard noticed your (potentially) perilous situation and quickly got near the end of the latter. in the case that you fall, at least gepard would be there to catch you.

fortunately, you made your way down the tall latter peacefully. as you descended, the sight of gepard holding down the latter for you made you flush. it was the bare minimum, but it still made your heart speed up.

when he reached out his hand to guide you down (it was out of instinct), you gave him a warm smile. it looked easy on the outside, but you were burning up on the inside. similarly, gepard had the same reaction. for you, he'd do anything.

"thank you," you held onto his hand for a little longer. once you realized what you were doing you quickly recoiled your hand away and apologized. gepard wished your hand was still entwined with his; he wanted to hold onto to the feeling of your hand in his. gepard wanted to trace patterns on your hands, wanted to feel every part of them.

as an attempt to dissipate the tension (it was making you nervous), you decided to ask gepard for help. "we had a busy day yesterday. a best seller recently came out; people were storming the shelves. good for my profit but not good for my sanity," you let out an airy laugh, "would you mind helping me clean up?"

realizing what you just did (asking the captain of the silvermane guards for help) you quickly added, "unless you're busy! then i'll be okay. you can leave. i'll be fine," you rambled.

gepard parted his lips, almost as if he was about to say something. how could you ever think he wouldn't make time for you? even so, he'd deploy a few other guards if you needed help. he'd make sure your needs were met as soon as possible.

he reached his arm out; his hands were close to your collarbone. then he reached back, scared of what would happen next. how silly. the captain of the silvermane guards was not scared of no monster, but of rejection of the one he likes.

"i'll stay for anything," gepard blurted. you were taken aback for a second, but then once you realized what he had just said, you tucked a piece of hair behind your ear and covertly pinched yourself to make sure that whatever was happening was not a dream.

gepard didn't intend to add, "anything," to his sentence. but his mind was thinking it, and then it just accidentally came out. he meant what he said though. if the bluntness of his voice didn't show his sincerity, the blush that was slowly grazing his face probably did.

"thank you, gepard," you bit the inside of your lip to keep yourself from beaming too hard. you had to turn away from the captain once again, for your smile at his words would be too embarrassing to show. how silly of you to act so giddy and childish at one simple word.

gepard thinks he could hear you say his name a million times, and he would never get bored. he wants to hear his name on your lips as if it were a mantra; you've said his name a few times before, and each time he swears he gets more and more addicted to the sound.

"how about i start on the right and you'll start on the left. that way, we'll both finish in the middle!" you clapped your hands together. you gave gepard a reassuring smile.

you two started on opposite sides, but how gepard wished that you two would be closer. however, there are positives to this situation. gepard can brainstorm ideas for the "grand gesture" pela and serval texted him about.

gepard already had ideas in mind. he just needed to figure out the material for them. he obviously will not tear out papers from a book; that will cause more harm than good (for you and gepard; he cares about books).

while gepard was planning, you were blushing. you still couldn't believe he actually stayed with you. surely, there are more important deeds than helping out a leisurely bookstore owner. and this was the most boring task ever: organizing books. yet, gepard was still here. and he was only a few feet away from you.

you turned back to observe gepard; you wanted to see if you had trapped him in a boring task or not. to your surprise, gepard seemed to be enjoying this. he would flip through pages of various books, spend time reading the summaries; gepard would even go as far to reading the first few pages of some books.

gepard liked to read. at first, he started coming to the bookstore to fetch some books for pela. however, after he met you, he began to adopt a newfound interest in books that he never had before. he read some of pela's books, discovered that he did not like them, and went to browse for more. that's when you came up. you thought you had talked his entire ear off that entire morning; you went on and on and on about what kind of books he would like.

you tried to ignore him afterwards; you even offered the books for free because you were so embarrassed. but gepard kept coming back. your recommendations impressed him: gepard had never met anyone who was so meticulous at their craft. and he loved hearing you talk. he loved your rambles, your rants, your reviews. maybe that was the first sign.

gepard caught your gaze as he turned around. he had the same motivation as you: he wanted to see how you were faring in this task. did you miss the proximity you had before? are you flustered as well? do you like him too?

you two were both staring at each other, thoughts racing, until you shouted, "see something you like?" to break the tension.

gepard thought the question was a taunt at first; similar to asking, "like what you see?"

"no!" he abruptly shouted, trying to hide the fact that he was just staring at you. and then he realized the real meaning of your question: he was browsing the books with such intensity. the truth was, he was trying to find your favorite books. you've informed him about them before, always on your bookish rants. he was going to use them for his gesture later on.

thinking that he now looks like an idiot, gepard tries to save himself by shouting back, "i mean⎯ yes! i do. these books are nice," he tried to cover up.

you seemed not to register his mistake, as you tell him, "whatever you want, it's on the house. for your work today. it'll be on the house for life!" you put some books on some shelves and move closer to the middle.

gepard shook his head and chuckled, "you've always given books to me for free." he put some books back and continued around the room.

"are you complaining?" you raised an eyebrow, "what if i just kept a tab on you this entire time? and you never knew?" more books get put away.

"then i'd rightfully pay you back," gepard wholeheartedly responded, "or i'd arrest you," he joked.

you mock-gasped, "for what?" you're getting closer to the middle now.

stealing my heart, the intrusive part of gepard's mind thought. he'd been hanging out with serval too much; he would never say that. gepard internally cringed.

"false advertising," he moved closer to the middle, “i don't know," he smiled to himself. gepard doesn't think he would have the heart to arrest you.

you blushed at hearing the captain lost on amendments. the captain wouldn't know how to arrest you. is this flirting? or are you reading too much into it?

you don't know if the heat on the back of your neck is from gepard's words or the sun shining so brightly on the back of your neck. you stack some more books on shelves; you've now reached the middle. you're having trouble reaching one of the shelves, but you're too lost in your thoughts to even think about that.

in fact, you're too lost in your thoughts that you don't even notice the warmth disappear from the back of your neck. your cheeks are still warm, so you are still blushing. your struggles with the tall bookshelf are lost when you feel a hand over yours.

"i'll take that," gepard quietly mumbles. it's so quiet that you didn't hear it at first.

on instinct, you turn towards him. when you looked at the position the both of you were in, you noticed that you were caged against him. you were caged against the captain of the silvermane guards. against a bookshelf.

gepard towered over you. his body was centimeters closer to fully pressing on you. his breath was fanning on your face. you could see every detail of his face from your view from below. your hands were so close to grazing his chest, so you immediately slapped them to your sides. you gulp, you start to breath quicker, and you feel like you're about to combust.

you swallowed, trying not to move. you were frozen in place as you tried not to disturb gepard. you gaped at him as he was working to organize the books, not noticing the position the two of you were in.

when gepard finished, he gave a sigh of relief. he underestimated your job: if you had to do this every day, you were probably stronger than some of his soldiers. when he opened his eyes, he was greeted by your wide eyes staring right into his.

he was breath-taken by your beauty. the look in your eyes as you look into his was captivating. gepard needed it framed. the way your lips parted made him go feral; his heart stuttered with every second he looked at you.

his arm was pinned above your head. your bodies were so close that you kept focusing on the rise and fall of gepard’s chest. the way his expression scanned yours made you want to quiver against him.

you said the first sentence, “hard work?” your tone was breathless. you were still trying to catch your breath.

“yeah,” he sighed, still not noticing the way your bodies curved into each other, “hard work.”

“did i waste your time?” you whispered. it was quiet, like you were ashamed of your actions. you looked down at his chest rather than his face.

“no,” gepard leaned in, trying to hear your voice one more time. he tilted your head up slightly with his fingers so you could look at him, “you’d never.”

silence crippled the room. it was just you and gepard, the two of you leaning oh-so-close together that your lips were nearly about to touch. a part of you wanted to lean into him; you wanted to pull him closer and closer until you were both out of breath.

but that was delusional. that was something straight out of romance novels, and your life was anything but.

gepard leaned in closer on purpose. he gave into temptation and wanted to feel your lips on his. he wanted to grab you by the waist and pull you so tightly into him. he wanted this: he wanted your kiss, he wanted your insight, he wanted you.

but with gepard, want is not something one could have. especially one like him.

“i’m sorry,” he abruptly let go, “i’m⎯i think, i have something i need to do,” he took a few steps back away from you, leaving about three feet in distance. quite the opposite from how you two were positioned a few seconds ago.

“oh,” you let go immediately. “i’m sorry! i didn’t know,” you quickly ran to the other side of the room. you wanted to hide from embarrassment.

“not your fault!” gepard shouted as he headed for the exit, “goodbye mx yn!”

you didn’t bother to say goodbye as you slammed the door shut after he left. what just happened was mortifying. the position you two were in? the way you two gradually leaned closer to each other? no wonder he ran away, you thought, you must’ve scared him off.

oh, if only you knew how wrong you were.

you didn't see gepard for a week after the incident. he hadn't come into the bookstore at all the entire week. however, that also could've been your fault: you've been in and out of the bookstore for the past week. if you faced gepard after the incident (you've dubbed), you'd probably apologize and beg for forgiveness.

but still, wouldn't he come in and leave a note? wouldn't he at least stop by once? did you scare him off that badly? the more you thought about it, the more you thought about becoming a hermit.

you'd thought you terrified him and ruined your friendship (and any future hope of a relationship) until flowers appeared on the counter of the bookstore. your assistant refused to let you know who they were from.

you bent down and eyed the pot of flowers sitting on the counter. they were your favorite color: pink. you had to admit, they were gorgeous. they looked well grown, as if these were from a master gardener. the flowers bloomed perfectly, each petal reaching out for the sun.

the message of the flowers also intrigued you. begonias are the flowers that symbolizes knowledge and deep thoughts. whoever gifted these to you must have been very observant or they wanted to be your intern.

"did someone come by asking to be my intern?" you stood up and put your hands on your hips. your lip twisted in thought. you were a bit preoccupied at the moment; the bookstore was getting exceptionally busy and (with your whole gepard crisis going on) you didn't think you were fit to be a mentor at the moment.

"no," your assistant shook her head. you leaned back on the counter, wondering why (and who) would gift you flowers on such a strange day. you already knew it wasn't gepard, due to the awkward tension surrounding the both of you right now, so you had a big list to narrow down.

"but," your assistant continued, "someone dropped off this letter with the flowers. they told me to give it to you after you saw the flowers," your assistant handed you the letter.

it was very formal, the letter. it's envelope was very extravagant, fit for someone with high standards. the stamp was still warm, meaning that this letter had been written recently. you tore open the envelope to reveal it's contents.

yn,

please do me the honor of accompanying me to everwinter cafe tonight. i would really appreciate seeing you there.

gl

"g.l." you paused, "as in green lantern?!" you asked your assistant, wide eyes and all. "who is trying to cosplay as a superhero to talk to me? this is insane. did i owe someone a book or something? charged them extra?" you panicked.

your assistant frowned at your idiocy. who else could 'gl' entail to besides gepard landau? "what if it's the captain," your assistant urged on, nudging your shoulder.

"it couldn't be the captain," you jolted. does your assistant know? "we barely even talk," you try to reason.

"he comes in here nearly every day," your assistant counters, "if not every day, be it every other day," they sighed.

"he just comes in to look at books," you placed the flowers in a safe space in the shelves. "we don't converse as often as you think."

"you talk every day," you assistant drags on. "you're telling me that the two of you have no relations whatsoever?"

"we⎯it's complicated," you sighed, "long story short, it could never be the captain," you looked down at the plant. even if it was gepard, what was he doing? sending anonymous flowers? cryptic notes? why couldn't he just talk to you?

"you should go," your assistant encouraged, "you never know. it could be the captain or it could be another potential secret admirer."

"you think?" you raised an eyebrow. your assistant nodded in response.

you looked at the flowers one more time. though you wished it was gepard who sent them, you knew it was probably someone else trying to flatter you into taking them in as an intern. but as you stared at the begonias, no other thoughts beside gepard consumed your mind

it was late when you walked to everwinter cafe. tonight was not a particularly chilly night, but belobog's slight chill was ever present.

you walked around aimlessly, trying to walk slowly so you can prolong the sight of your "intern." you tried to focus on other things as you walked past, such as the plants and heaters surrounding the city. it's wondrous how things such as plants are still able to flourish in times like these.

as you viewed your surroundings, you saw a note placed on a lamppost close to the cafe. it read, "'i know you're working. i wanted to be somewhere...' safe? familiar? comfortable? 'near you.'

you automatically knew which book that quote was from. book lovers by emily henry. it was your favorite romance book; you've raved about it many times with gepard.

as you continued, you saw another note, "'if you saw yourself the way other people see you, you'd never doubt again.' 'how do people see me?' 'like you're the most beautiful, most remarkable, thing they've ever seen."

you must admit, you blushed a little bit while internally reading that. the only reason you blushed was that because you discussed that quote with gepard. you were talking about the 'twisted' series and how it had it's pros and cons with gepard, and this quote was one of the pros.

another read, "'who are they? the best part of my day.'"

another, "books she has found, are a way to live a thousand lives."

and the last, "'favorite word?' 'you.'"

you quickly noticed that these were all quotes from your favorite books. these are books you've only discussed and rambled about with one person: gepard. you'd never thought he would've actually read these books. let alone, you'd never thought gepard would also quote them.

with slightly more hope than before, you ran up to everwinter cafe.

"did you get my message?" gepard stood tall in front of you. you couldn't look into his eyes and it was killing him.

"your letter? yes, i did. and your flowers too. they were beautiful," you rocked back and forth on your heels.

"thank you, i grew them myself," he gave you a soft smile. you wanted to talk about how he managed to even grow such beautiful flowers, but how could you talk to him if you couldn't even look at him in the eyes? "but, did you get my message?"

you looked down at the many notes in your hand. it turns out gepard had left notes after all, "oh yes. i did," you blushed at the obvious context of the quotes. "all my favorite books."

"yeah," gepard spoke breathlessly, as if all of his air had run out after he started speaking to you, "but did you get my message?" he looked at your face for any type of indication: whether you liked him back, hated him, or had no strong feelings towards him. his eyes darted throughout your face, and the sight made you slightly flustered. he was leaning over you, and you thought you saw his eyes graze over your lips.

then it donned on you. the flowers. the letter. the sneaking out at night. the romantic context of all the quotes. the way all the quotes were from your favorite books that you've only talked about with him. the way gepard has admired and remembered every single thing about you. your stomach dropped as you realized gepard had been feeling the same things you have felt for him this entire time. your heart pounded in your chest as you finally met his eyes in the pale moonlight.

"yes," you swiftly exhaled. it was like all your hidden feelings for gepard were compacted in your chest, and when you finally breathed, they were all let out. it was like all your troubles were leaving you, "i did."

"and..." gepard trailed off, now failing to meet you in the eyes. he was terrified of your rejection; your opinion was one of the things that mattered most to him. before, he regarded it was his passion for the people, but now he recognizes that he was just passionate for you. "did you like it?"

"i loved it," you smiled; it wasn't just a soft smile this time, like the ones you've always given him. it was a big smile: loud and talkative, much like you. one smile could convey so much.

but you still had thoughts, "i didn't need all of this though," you grabbed his hand for reassurance. you were in range of his lips. you could close the gap right now.

gepard froze; your words and your touch made him tense. he was finally able to look you in the eye, having prepared himself for iminent rejection and was ready to leave. whatever you needed, he would do.

"what do you need?" gepard asked frantically. "whatever you need, i will give it to you. whether it be space or never seeing me again."

what you needed? you needed his thoughts, his opinions, his reassurance. you needed his touch on a cold night, you needed his arm around you when you were cold, you needed to feel him beside you on nights similar to this. you needed everything that he was.

"i need you," you whispered up on his lips. "right now."

and gepard swore the entirety of everwinter city heard his heart drop to the ground. he was sure that you could feel his heart pounding in his chest after you said those five words. only five words, yet gepard felt like he was going insane. he was going insane for you: your touch, your mind, your words, your entirety.

gepard removed his hand from yours for just one second, using it to tip your chin up so you could be in his view. in the pale moonlight, you were gorgeous. to be fair, you were always gorgeous, but something about tonight extenuated your beauty.

"can i⎯"

"don't even ask," you cut him off, leaning into him.

the kiss was soft and sweet at first. the feeling of your lips pressed onto his was heavenly: gepard felt ten times stronger with you than with anything else. it was gentle and tender.

but when you tugged your arms around his neck, all restraint went out the window.

gepard moved his hand from your chin to your waist, pulling you closer into him. it was bold for his first kiss, but who could blame him when you're holding onto to him so tightly?

you threaded your hands through his hair as he kissed you feverishly. his hands on your waist made you want to combust into him. you were standing on your toes at this point; if you tried to stand any taller, gepard was about to lift you up into the air.

when you finally stopped to breath, all that was left in the air was your love and the light from the sky.

"was i your first kiss?" you asked him coyly, arms still wrapped around his neck.

gepard blushed and you immediately knew his answer to your question. you stood up one more time to give him one more quick kiss.

yes, you were his first kiss. and gepard wished for more to come.

i need a week off after this fic i swear to god

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[autistichalsin]

Some of my favorite voice lines (either because of the lines themselves or because of Dave's delivery) from this collection of every line Halsin had in the game (and some he technically didn't because they weren't Halsin lines at all, but lines other characters have that they had Dave record for some reason):

5:07 "Fancy a b-oink? Indeed, you'll be hard-pressed to find a joke I haven't."

8:26 "I am Halsin. First Druid of the Emerald Grove. And I am here to VISIT NATURE'S FURY UPON YOU!" (From his revenge scene if the grove is raided- just, brilliant acting, gives me the chills every time. Give Dave an award please)

10:10 "Karlach. I am glad you can enjoy the touch of another once again. And I hope you are afforded much more time than you've been told. A lifetime and more, if I have a say in it."

17:33 "Lae'zel could not have wished for a finer companion by her side. You truly love her, I can tell. Just... keep each other safe, please."

25:05 (Tav or Durge line) "Yeah, she's not coming back."

27:44 "Shadowheart. These truths that have been revealed to you... I know they must be painful. But Oak Father as my witness, I know you are strong enough to bear them. You need not walk this path alone."

34:08 "I am sorry, Gale. You tried. Mystra was wrong to turn on you, no matter what mistakes you made in the past."

35:57 "Time can prove to be a trickster on one's recollections. What would be multiple lifetimes for others now separate me from my captivity. Perhaps I have lost perspective on what happened to me."

39:06 "Re-education. As if this sect has not mangled poor Shadowheart's mind enough already."

41:59 "I need you!"

47:08 (Shadowheart line) "Let's see what comfort we can offer a grieving mother."

47:57 "You have carried this burden for too long already. I simply do not believe that ceremorphosis is the only course left to you! Orpheus must help us." (He is so protective of the player 😭 )

52:03 "We need to be gone from here- now!"

53:10 (Tav/Dark urge line) "In my name." (Amazing acting for that line, makes me wish SO BAD we could have Origin Halsin)

1:04:13 "A mindflayer?! What foul trickery is this?"

1:04:20 "I am no stranger to the Underdark. Cruelty comes to Lolth's followers as naturally as breathing. I have seen it- experienced it." (You can tell he still holds so much grief and anger over what happened to him in the Underdark.)

1:04:32 "Do not yield, Karlach. The world has need for you yet. I have need for you yet. Please." (The way his voice breaks here just wrecks me.)

1:10:13 "Let our enemies' corpses nourish the ground!"

1:13:20 "Gale, what's troubling you? We're nearly at the end, I know it."

1:14:52 (Tav/Dark Urge line) "That's what was in there? Those little shits."

1:21:26 "You have upended nature's balance. Only your death can restore it!" (From the Halsin revenge scene.)

1:24:31 "Last Light fell because you could not control the violence in your heart. All those people perished because of what you did to Isobel. You must try harder. You must be better."

1:24:26 "There must be no more Yennas."

1:25:39 "No, it's wooden. Um. I suppose it burns if you find yourself in dire need of kindling, but I hope it does not come to that." (Referring to his whittled duck)

1:35:12 (Karlach line) "Rest in peace, Astarion. You may have been a bloodthirsty murderer, but I liked you all the same."

1:37:03 "Death is nature's final slumber. It awaits us all. Do not punish yourself over those lost, or give in to despair. Not while there are folks in need of your help."

1:40:57 "Do not yield, Karlach. Stay with us. Stay with the ones who love you." (Just breaks my heart. 😭 )

1:43:28 "You deserve so much better, but alas... I understand. Do as you must."

1:57:27 "You seem to be mumbling to yourself- aren't I enough company for you?" (To Shadowheart)

2:08:57 "GLORY?! There's no glory here! Now there's nothing here. Only shadows, and the total absence of hope!"

2:09:37 "I see. Well. Perhaps not all friendships are destined to be balanced and reciprocal. But I remain eternally grateful for having met you, all the same. Rest well."

2:13:27 "We are. Yet there is a burden to being the survivor, the witness to others' tragedies. It only grows heavier with time."

2:16:26 "You worship Shar?! That umbral witch unleashed a plague of darkness on nature! Her followers slew many of my fellow Druids!" (So much pain and anger here.)

2:20:41 "It wasn't just power this needed! It was wisdom, understanding! I suffered along with this place for years trying to understand the curse! And it seems I will continue to do so."

2:21:46 Maniacal laughter (I can only imagine this happens if you get hit with Tasha's Hideous Laughter, and this one was incredible in that it SCARED THE SHIT OUT OF ME LMFAO I was so creeped out. HUGE props to Dave Jones for that one.)

2:26:15 (Dark Urge line) "In Bhaal's name."

2:33:13 "Poor creature! Locked in a cage, denied her true nature. Civilization would cause her a monstrosity, yet it treats her like this?!"

2:34:54 "What are you doing?! No!"

2:39:01 "Ah, but the glory can be found in the telling! The children love tales of underdogs, facing odds most unlikely! They shall appreciate your story, trust me."

2:40:20 "The Rite of Thorns? No..."

2:42:09 "I was not here to guide them. Now they rest forever, while I carry the weight of my failings."

2:52:35 "Nature cares little for nobility- it is pure artifice. But I can still hold some respect for Wyll's accomplishment. He shall be a fine duke, I am sure."

2:53:50 "Please. Don't sully the gratitude I feel towards you by making excuses for Kagha. My choice was clear."

2:56:01 (Orin-as-Halsin) "Please, wait. I did not want this. I could not stop it."

3:19:56 "Hmm. Perhaps I can substitute the bloodlust and, well, general lust for cuddles and animals in the retelling. The children will be confused, but no matter- they will soon be asleep."

3:23:38 "I am glad to have Gale back with us. The group would be poorer without his insights- and his company."

3:27:00 "That was no killing blow- far from it. What happened?"

3:27:49 "Silvanus guard us- what have you done?!"

3:29:58 "If this is what you truly want, I shall respect your wishes. But know that you shall not die, not truly. Nature's realm shall be yours- in the air, the trees, the waters."

3:32:27 "Don't do this! Your life!" (When a mind flayer character commits suicide in the ending)

3:34:47 Pained groaning (IDK it just sounded so damn real here, I could just imagine Halsin with a giant gaping wound or something here)

3:38:53 "The machine! It's going to blow!"

3:41:12 "Come on, you useless turnip!"

3:46:43 "You can still save yourself, Karlach. You can return to Avernus- it need not be forever. Just long enough to give yourself a chance..." (His voice sounds so small and pleading here 😭 )

3:48:12 (Dark Urge line) "In Bhaal's name." (Just a really good delivery)

3:48:54 "But... friendship is no consolation trophy. I cherish the bond we have forged. Whether it should grow into something else is... not for me to predict."

3:49:20 "Vampire spawn assailing us in the night? I thought we had ample troubles as it was. At least you are safe, Astarion."

3:51:00 "I was never afforded a chance to start a family of my own- serving nature always had to come first."

3:51:07 "You thought she was an imposter- a threat. This was a trap of Orin's creation. Yenna's death is on her hands, not yours."

3:51:22 "Your rage is most impressive, Karlach. If the lesson is not to provoke your temper, consider it well-learned."

3:59:04 "Ha! I suppose I did, didn't I? I was so focused on helping Thaniel that my sense of decorum was neglected."

4:06:02 "Truly? I thought you felt the same way as me. There was a connection, I-I was sure!" (Oh my god he sounds like he's fucking CRYING here and this legitimately made me whimper out loud and hide my face. I have NEVER needed to hug a character THIS BADLY before oh my god give Dave Jones all of the awards please)

4:17:03 "Oak Father, what did I do to deserve such allies?!"

4:18:03 "This... orb. Gale carries a most dire burden. I wish he had shared it with us sooner."

4:18:58 "Time for blood!" (In bear form)

4:19:31 "Karlach has had her mortality defined to her in most cruel terms. I do not know if we can help her, but perhaps we can at least be there for her."

4:23:19 "FINE!" (He just sounds so done lmfao)

4:23:20 "And yet, she fears there are none to inherit her work, so she goes on. Long life can be a burden at times- I know that well."

4:24:45 "You shall live on. And wherever I go, I shall feel your presence, and you mine." (To Origin Karlach in the ending- this whole scene would be really beautiful if they would just fix a few things)

4:27:55 "Your power is buoyed by a sea of innocent blood! I hope you are pleased."

4:28:26 (Tav/Dark Urge line) "In my name." (Gave me chills)

4:30:59 (Tav/Dark Urge line) "What in the hells, Astarion?! You bit me!"

4:32:39 "Remember, whatever evil is trying to control you, I know you are stronger. Resist."

4:35:08 Pained groaning and cries (They just sounded so real and painful)

4:37:11 "Dominate the brain! Do it now, or all is lost!"

4:47:46 "I will not go on without you!"

4:49:18 "Perhaps try attacking the enemy!" (He sounds so done lmfao)

4:49:25 "That contraption looks set to kill you, not save you! Get clear of it at once!"

4:50:27 "A cruel blow. Astarion loved feeling the caress of the sun, only now it gouges him with its claws. Perhaps we shall meet again, beneath the shield of darkness."

4:53:23 Maniacal laughter (Truly terrifying just like the other one)

4:58:49 (Yenna line [yes really]) "Where am I? I don't like this dream!"

4:59:04 "Nature bows to none. It will fight on and survive, no matter what madness your god has inspired you to undertake."

5:03:51 "Stuck, eh? Straight out of bawdy literature."

5:09:57 "Killing Orin won't bring Yenna back, but it may give her some peace, and me... a great deal of satisfaction."

5:11:26 "No! Have you taken leave of your senses?!"

5:15:27 "This may keep the city safe, but to seal all those unfortunates away forever? Death would have been more merciful."

5:16:44 "Stay your hand, Astarion! To sacrifice so many is a tyrant's ambition!"

5:16:52 "I... cannot imagine how you are feeling, Gale. For a goddess to ask a mortal to pay such a price... I am sorry for... for your burden."

5:19:44 "Immortal... and angered. What have I done...?"

5:20:43 "The power of the bear lies within me!"

5:22:47 "In that case, nothing more needs to be said. Farewell." (Said if a player who has low approval with Halsin at the epilogue party says they have no interest in taking the olive branch Halsin extended; I like this one because he sounds like a strange combination of sad and relieved at the same time, which is such a realistic combination of feelings!)

5:26:14 "Slain and stuffed. I would like to do the same to whoever's handiwork this is." (About a taxidermy baby bear)

5:26:19 "My heart grows heavy for Karlach. She can touch once more, yet is her remaining time to truly be so short? I shall pray to Silvanus that it does not come to pass."

5:32:10 "I... cannot imagine how you are feeling, Gale. For a goddess to ask a mortal to pay such a price... I am sorry for... for your burden. Though I wish you had told us of your predicament before."

5:36:33 (Orin-as-Halsin) "I lost control. I felt the bear take over, blood-crazed. And she forced me into a cage, along with... *sobs* with children, taken from the streets." (I think this one is a slightly different version than what ended up used? The sobbing is definitely more prominent if nothing else.)

5:39:28 "I hoped my friends would save me..." (Dave manages to make Halsin's body sound dead-corpse-emotionless and yet sad at the same time.)

5:39:45 "I hoped my loved would save me..." (Same as above)

5:41:08 "Your gold and your loins. Not for me to dictate what you do with either."

5:41:20 "You were not even born when Shar's followers slew my fellow Druids, or when her shadow curse tainted the land. I can get past those... but I truly wish you had trusted me sooner."

5:52:36 "No matter how long I live, I will never get used to the cruelty that infests our world. That such evil is allowed to breathe the same air as us is an abomination."

5:57:33 (Tav/Durge line) "In my name."

6:02:56 "Of course... somehow I'd hoped for a miracle, but of course... the only miracles are those we make ourselves." (He's talking about Karlach/her engine here)

6:03:57 "I was all too eager to surrender my responsibilities towards the Grove, and now it has been sealed away from the world! Perhaps I was never meant to be Archdruid... to be a leader."

6:08:29 "NO! Cease now, before you doom us all!"

6:09:22 (Dark Urge line) "In Bhaal's name."

6:20:05 "I shall endeavor to be more tactful when trying to make friends in future."

6:22:06 "You are afraid because you are alive, and you have something to lose. Hold onto that."

6:26:58 "You will not desecrate this grove! Not while I draw breath!"

6:33:00 "This need not be a parting, so long as you fight on. You and I can each roam apart, until nature compels our paths to cross once again."

6:41:42 "I shall miss him, though I hope he proves to be a kindly god. I've had my fill of the tyrannical sort."

6:42:29 "Do as you must, as shall I. We shall meet again. It is as sure as the break of dawn, or the spring thaw."

6:44:49 "And I have been evicted from the very place I was charged to safeguard. A telling summary of my time as Archdruid, perhaps."

6:45:47 "Stay with me, my love."

6:50:36 "Do not falter, I am here!"

6:51:15 "Karlach. I am sorry. I shall not try to soothe you with gilded words, but... know that I am here for you."

#halsin #halsin silverbough #bg3 #baldur's gate 3

[panic-in-the-multiverse]

Everybody Dies

Pairings: Rick Grimes x teen!reader, Daryl Dixon x teen!reader, Carl Grimes x teen!reader, Michonne Hawthorne x teen!reader, Aaron x teen!reader, Negan x teen!reader, Rosita Espinosa x teen!reader, Eugene Porter x teen!reader, Sasha Williams x teen!reader (all of them are platonic)

Requested by: @leahsbasement may i request a teen or child g/n reader that’s really close to the twd group and during the lineup they’re one of the people chosen by negan to yknow- receive the glenn and abraham treatment💀 and like we get some reactions from the group from it🧎 i apologize if this sounds really morbid but i am dire need of some good angst and i love your writing sm it’s amazing <3

Warnings: reader death, angst, a tad bit of fluff (definitely not much), mention of character death, description of Negan doing what he did to Glenn and Abraham, blood, mention of a brutal way to die, idk what more I guess you have all seen twd so you know what might be in this. Not proofread

A/N as usual the gif is not mine, found it somewhere on the internet. This is not proofread, well half of it is.

Now I tried to do a reaction with all of the people at the line up so sorry with Sasha I guess bc I don’t like her so found it a bit hard to write her as a character that’s close to the reader, and once more thank you for the request, it gave me an excuse to write this

Anyway idk what I think of this, wrote it in the middle of the night because I couldn’t sleep, so anyway hope you like it.

Everybody dies a little when the brightest soul disappears.

A sea of red water mixed with the gravel and mud on the ground. The trail of blood — that had gone its own path from the puddle it was previously in, could be followed towards two bodies. One of a hunched man, who racked with sobs through his entire body. His hands grasped towards the body before him. Blood still oozed from the head. Or what someone would once have called a head, as it was now just remains of smashed bones and brain goo. The once familiar face was unrecognizable to anyone. No one would ever be able to pinpoint who the body belonged to, because the head atop of it was gone. It had been smashed into a puddle of goo. No one would ever be able to see your smiling face, or the mischievous smirk that pulled at your lips whenever you wanted to rebel a bit. Nor would they ever see the sparkles in your eyes whenever you talked about the things you liked.

No one of the group surrounding the three bodies wanted to acknowledge what had happened. How could they. They’d all just seen three of their family members die, because of their actions. Because of them. The teenager in which the hunched man had taken a tight grip of their hands had warned them about the attack. That nothing good would come out of it, that it wasn’t who they were. Rick had been wrong like everyone else to ignore the teenager’s warnings. In the end it was what cost them your life. Their choice of actions had been the beginning of your end.

Rick couldn’t let the image out of his head, he couldn’t even look at your body as he held you tightly. His eyes stared into the distance at nothing in particular as his mind tried to register what had happened just a few hours ago. His cries had stopped only for his eyes to glaze over once more with tears. He couldn’t help but to think that it was all his fault. He had the final vote on what to do, and his vote caused your death. It caused Negan to seek them out. To line them up. To smash your head with his goddamn wired baseball bat. His goddamn Lucille. He swore to kill Negan if it was the last thing he did, whether you would want him to or not, he needed to. Rick wanted nothing more than revenge. Nothing more than justice and revenge brought to you, Glenn and Abraham.

Not soon after Rick had stopped crying his son had walked over to you and him. His eye was bloodshot by the tears that rolled down his red cheek. And his hand went up to rub his eye off the tears as he tried to control himself, as he sat beside his father. Same as everyone else at the brutal scene he couldn’t let go of the events. How everyone got a look of dread and fear on their face as Negan announced that he’d had to kill two more because of Daryl’s little outburst. Carl had glanced at his father to see that for once under this meeting he held actual fear in his eyes when Negan’s bat had landed in front of you. It was deadly quiet as all of the group watched you stare dead into the eyes of Negan who looked at you with a scary face, gleaming with excitement as he noticed everyone’s reaction.

Negan had watched with glee as everyone went into submission after Lucille had stopped in front of you. He’d felt kinda sorry for you. He didn’t usually kill teenagers but something about you annoyed him so greatly. Maybe it was the way you didn’t look with fear into his eyes, how you held your own, even with the knowledge that you would soon be dead. He didn’t know what it was but he had decided to kill you, well he decided in a way.

Maggie who had lost her husband and father to her child, stared with emptiness at you. She didn’t know if she’d be able to take it if you died as well. She had tried to fight the man holding her down, but to no vain. Her already bloodshot eyes had filled with tears and sobbed had shook through her body as soon as she saw Negan start to swing his bat. She didn’t want to lose you, she couldn’t. But her silent prayer came to no good end.

Rosita was no better than Maggie. Since the first time you met when you and Glenn together with Tara searched for Maggie the two of you had gotten close and she as everyone else got flashes of your lives together. Of all your good and bad memories of everything you had survived. How you’d found an apple tree that hadn’t been destroyed at a random location in the forest and thrown apples at your companions heads as they hadn’t stopped when you told them to. Or how you’d draw drawings with the kids in Alexandria or help hunting and scavenging for food. Getting stuck in a building while a herd of walkers walked past. The blood and the gore of every kill. All of them comforting you while you cried yourself to sleep, all the cuddles you forced them into, especially Rick and Daryl. How you forced them to take a break so that they wouldn’t overwork themselves while doing the exact same thing. Needing help from others to make sure you actually took care of yourself and not just everyone else. It just made them all get to the brink of breaking even quicker as they thought of all your moments together. Not only did memories flash inside your head, nor only Rosita’s they flashed through everyone. You had always looked out for them and what had they given you in return, nothing but death.

Sasha wasn’t especially close to you but the previous death of Abraham and Glenn and now you had her at her breaking point. She might not have known you well but you were a good kid, you helped and knew how to survive. You didn’t take unnecessary risks and you’d helped her through her losses. So she tried nothing more than to break herself away from reality as she heard the bat make contact with your head. It reminded her too much of the other two kills and she couldn’t look through another one, not again.

Eugene only stared at the distance as sobs racked through his body not being able to watch you die. He couldn’t even bring his eyes to look at you afterwards, he’d never be able to erase the short scream of pain that had left your lips. He was at a loss of words and he wouldn’t be able to really function in a few days, much like everyone else. He was scared shitless and he didn’t know for anything in the world what to do or say in the hours that came after.

Negan had looked at everyone, gauging even the slightest reaction out of them. Michonne had watched helplessly at you, she’d tried not to flinch everytime the bat hit you among a sound she’d never wished she ever heard ever in her life. The only thing on her mind was how she taught you how to sword fight or when you hunted a deer together and accidentally fell into a puddle of mudd getting every inch of you covered in it.

Arron, who had been right beside you, wanted to crawl away as your blood splashed onto the right side of him. He remembered all the times you’d gone over to him and Eric to eat pasta not wanting to socialize with the rest of Alexandria. You’d always go to him or Daryl.

Arron felt sick as he felt your warm blood on his cold cheek, and he felt even more sick as he made a glance at Daryl who didn’t do anything else but staring with regret and anger at your body who now laid lifeless on the ground. When Aaron dared a glance at you his throat became thick and a sob threatened to come out but he didn’t make a sound instead he stared at you before he looked with fear, numbness, anger and defeat at Negan.

But it wasn’t until Negan had looked at Rick Carl and Daryl did he notice that he sure as hell picked the wrong one to kill, deep inside, he knew that he’d just started a war. A war that wouldn’t take too long to brew over to the real fight. However he was filled with glee over getting a few peaceful weeks at reveling in his power and control over Alexandria. Maybe that would make the war something never to come, how wrong he had been on that thought.

Daryl felt nothing but guilt as he looked at you and it was all he thought of when he got loaded into the car and the Saviours drove away with him. He regretted having lashed out. Regretted ever getting angry. Daryl knew more than anyone that he’d miss you when you were gone. Like Beth, he’d miss you, even more so than Beth.

Carl had held a strong front, but on the inside he was breaking he lost his best friend and the only kid that had been with him since the beginning of the disaster they now lived in.

Now in the present Carl placed his hand on Rick’s shoulder as everyone surrounded your body (except for Maggie, Sasha, Rosita and Eugene). The two Grimes hugged each other as Carl dug his head into Rick’s chest. The older Grimes, having stopped his crying once more, tried his best to comfort his son while he himself was still breaking.

Rick, like Carl and Daryl, had held a shield with spikes as defense against Negan, as they had all starred with the same thought of killing Negan running through their heads. They had let a numb shield cover them while their enemies still surrounded them. They hadn’t let go of the shield until their enemies were gone. (Or in Daryl’s case until he was alone in the cell he was placed in at the sanctuary).

That day, the day you died, was the day everyone in Alexandria died a little with you. You were the brightest soul in most of their lives and to lose you was one of the worst things to ever happen to any of them.

#x reader #x teen #x teen!reader #x you #twd aaron x teen #twd #the walking dead #the walking dead x teen #rick grimes x teen!reader #Carl grimes x teen!reader #daryl dixon x teen!reader #Michonne x teen!reader #rosita Espinosa x teen!reader #Sasha Williams x teen!reader #Eugene porter x teen!reader #negan x teen!reader #Rick grimes x reader #Daryl Dixon x reader #twd x platonic!reader #platonic!reader #angst

[lunarbuck]

Fever Pitch

pairing: steve rogersxf!reader (any race)

wc: 4.6k

summary: After an accident at a hydra base, you and Steve have to come to terms with your dire situation or face the consequences.

warnings: sex pollen, smut, oral (f receiving), swearing, stressful situation, friends to lovers

a/n: Hello! This is my (late) entry for week 3 of @the-slumberparty :) And the one I got from the generator was sex pollen!! I have never written something like this before so I hope you guys like it lol

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The bunker is quiet as you examine the lab set-up. All the vials, chemicals, and files are labeled in Russian, so you snap some photos and send them to Bucky for translation. Somewhere in the distance, you hear gunfire, but you know Steve can handle his own. If he needs you, he’ll signal. The bunker is underground below the Hydra base you and Cap have been searching. You left the hatch open just in case you needed to get out quick. You don’t like being stuck.

“You there?” Bucky’s voice crackles through the comm in your ear. 

“Yup. What am I lookin’ at, Barnes?” You flip through a few pages of a file, looking for literally anything in English.

“So this lab appears to be where they were developing different chemical weapons,” he explains, translating the labels and descriptions you’d sent him. As Bucky speaks, you find your attention being pulled to the far end of the lab desk. Beneath a pile of newspapers is a little glass vial filled with gray powder. 

As you run the tube between your fingers, the powder seems to follow the heat of your skin, shimmering and practically moving. 

Bucky’s voice continues to drone on and on in your ear, but you’re not listening. The sound of gunfire in the hallway above the lab sounds muted and far off. You can’t take your eyes off the glass vial in your fingers.

Something loud crashes behind you, and a second later, you’re on the ground. The vial slips from your fingers, but you don’t have time to wonder what the gray powder inside is. You don’t have time to think about the consequences of dropping it. 

“Holy shit,” you grunt, trying to maneuver your hand to your gun holstered at your side. The thing that pushed you to the ground turns out to be Steve. His large body presses you into the concrete as an explosion sounds overhead. He covers you from any debris that falls through the entrance of the bunker.

Your heart pounds, but you smile at the way Steve looks down at you, blue eyes focused and intense.

“Language,” he replies, quirking an eyebrow at you. Steve’s teasing side is one that doesn’t come out often, but you love when it does. He’s always such a golden boy, perfect in every way, but when he’s giving other people a hard time, he feels so much more… real. It’s the real Steve coming out, not the version of him SHIELD wants. 

“Sorry, Cap,” you say as you laugh. Once he deems it safe, Steve shifts off of you, then helps you to stand. Bucky asks for confirmation that the two of you are okay, and once you get the all-clear, you show Steve the little lab table. With the information Bucky gave you, you have a better understanding of what Hydra was working on when this base was active. As you’re showing him the chemicals, you find yourself looking for the little glass vial again.

Frowning, you check the floor around you, only to find debris and dust everywhere. There’s glass shattered beneath your boots, and when you crouch down, you find the little cork stopper. Your footprints tracked the shimmering powder across the concrete. 

You stand, strangely upset about the loss of the vial. “There was this powder,” you explain, looking for more in the lab. “It was gray, and when it got close to the heat of my fingers, it was… attracted to it. It moved in the vial.” Steve crouches down and tries to examine the powder, running his fingers through it to investigate.

When you turn your attention back to the Captain, you find him on his knees, gazing up at you. Looking down at Steve is something you haven’t experienced before. The way his bright eyes shine in the dull light, the way his lips part, have your head spinning. Down on his knees in front of you, Steve looks softer. All those hard angles and sharp features look so much sweeter.

“Do you know what it was?” He asks, tilting his head. 

“No,” you whisper, shaking your head. Something flashes in Steve’s eyes, but it’s gone a moment later. He stands, returning to his normal towering height, and you tilt your head to keep eye contact.

Steve sucks in a breath, his large chest expanding in his tactical gear. “We should get going.”

Even though you know you need to leave, you can’t help but feel conflicted. Steve must sense your apprehension because he steps behind you and guides you to the ladder. His hands hold your waist while you climb up the rungs, and the heat of his skin on yours sends fire licking through your veins. 

As Steve guides you through the base, you feel your body temperature rising. He isn’t touching you anymore, but he’s just inches away. You’re itching for the contact, for his hands to be back on you.

“Got an update?” Bucky asks, probably antsy to hear about what you’ve found. The only reason you and Steve made the trek to the base was to learn more about the Winter Soldier program. 

When Steve notices that you’re not going to respond, he updates Bucky for you. “We’re good, heading out of the base now. We’ll be back at the safehouse in about an hour. I’ll give you another update then.” 

Even though you’re keeping up with Steve, even though you’re doing your best to act normal, he’s still giving you sideways glances. It’s like he can tell you feel feverish, that something has changed. You can’t stop staring at him. His muscles, the way he clenches his jaw. 

Your thoughts swim with images of Steve during training, Steve pulling his tactical gear on before a mission, Steve toweling off after a run.

It’s not like you’ve never thought about Steve that way… you’d be lying if you said it’s never crossed your mind. After working with Steve for the past few years, it’s practically been inevitable that you’d develop feelings for Mr. America. 

But it’s never been this intense, this… desperate. It’s like your feelings have been amped up to 1,000. Every breath smells of him; everywhere you look, you see his face.

You finally make it outside and practically sprint to the car hidden in the woods near the base. Steve runs after you, catching up in an instant due to his super-soldier speed, but he doesn’t ask you what’s wrong. 

By the time you’re back at the safehouse, you feel like you’re dying. Your blood is hot, coursing through your veins and pulsating between your thighs. The entire ride, you tried your best not to rub your legs together to alleviate the feeling, but you’re not sure you did a very good job.

Steve does a sweep of the safehouse, leaving you in the car. The second he shuts the door, you let out a long, low moan. The air in the car smells overwhelmingly of Steve’s cologne, woodsy but sweet. It invades your nostrils, fills your lungs, and nearly sends you over the edge.

Your fingers fly to the zipper on the back of your suit, tugging it down and pulling your arms from the sleeves. It’s not quite spring, there’s still snow on the ground, but you welcome the chill of the air on your heated skin.

By the time you have your suit around your waist, Steve gives you the signal that the safehouse is clear. You clamber out of the car and into the house, not bothering to shut the door behind you. 

“Are you okay?” Steve asks as you shove your suit down your legs and kick it away from you. In your shorts and athletic t-shirt, you feel only a shred of relief from the heat. The material of your clothes is thin, made to help you regulate your temperature, but it’s not helping. Not nearly enough.

“I think I have a fever or something,” you groan, finding your way into the kitchen. The safehouse is a simple one-story home in a farming town near the base, and it’s stocked with everything you and Steve could need if you were stuck here for a prolonged period of time. 

You dig through the cabinets looking for fever medication and pop a few of them, chugging a glass of water. You lean against the counter, dropping your head as you take deep breaths. Your heart feels like it’s about to burst through your chest with how fast it’s beating.

Steve’s feet appear in your vision, and you drag your eyes up his figure. He’s still in his tactical suit. It’s fitted perfectly to him, sculpted to his muscular mountain of a body. When you finally reach his eyes, concern is written all across his face. He steps closer and places a hand on your forehead.

“You’re burning up,” he whispers, letting his hand cup your jaw. You lean into his palm, loving the way his calloused skin feels against your cheek. Just having him this close, having him touch you, brings you so much relief. But it’s not enough. It’s nowhere near enough. 

You bite back a moan as his fingers brush down your jaw to your neck, feeling your pulse. “How have you not passed out yet?” he asks, furrowing his brow. “I need to call this in.” You whine at the loss of his touch when he pulls away. He comes back a moment later and holds his phone out, pressing the speaker button.

“Did you touch anything in that lab?” Bucky asks, voice tense. It’s a struggle to formulate the words. With Steve so close but not touching you, your brain feels like it’s scrambled.

“No, don’t think so,” you reply, clenching your hands into fists. Your fingernails dig crescent moons into your palms.

“Well, think harder. I need to know.” Steve watches you carefully, but you can tell he’s running through his memories in search of an answer.

“I don’t know, Bucky,” you whimper, a new wave of heat rushing to your belly. Steve steps closer again and places a hand on your arm. Goosebumps jump up on your skin. “Fuck,” you whisper.

You can tell it takes effort for Steve not to chide you about your language, but in the end, his concern for you wins out. “What about that vial?” he asks, thumb brushing up and down your arm.

“What vial is he talking about?” Bucky practically shouts. 

“It was this tiny glass vial with gray powder in it,” you explain, voice tight. “I didn’t open it, but I dropped it, and it broke open.” You hear Bucky typing and a moment later, cursing under his breath. 

“I’m gonna send you a picture. Tell me if this is what you saw.” Steve’s phone pings, and he shows you the photo. The gray powder looks identical to what you saw in the vial.

“Yeah, this looks the same.”

“Did it react to your touch? To heat?” Steve’s fingers curl around your arm, giving it a comforting squeeze, but all it does is make you throb all over. You want his fingers somewhere else, squeezing something else.

“Yes.” 

“Shit. Sorry, I know, language, but shit.” Steve squeezes your arm harder.

“What’s wrong, Buck?” He asks, starting to pull the phone away from you. 

“This stuff is bad, Steve,” Bucky says, worry seeping into his words. “If you two were in there together, you’re going to start feeling it soon too. It’s probably only delayed because the serum is fighting it off as best it can.”

“Feeling what?” Steve asks, eyes flicking between you and the phone.

Bucky pauses, probably finding a delicate way to break the news to Steve. If you didn’t feel like your heart was about to explode from your chest, you’d probably find it funny. “Aroused,” Bucky ends up saying. “So aroused that you feel like the only way you’ll survive is to… get it out of your system.”

Steve nearly drops the phone. He stares at you and releases your arm, taking a step back. You ache to feel his skin on yours again. Without it, you can barely stay standing. You sink to the floor, crouching low. The seam of your shorts digs into your panties, providing only a sliver of relief.

“Get it out of my system,” Steve states in disbelief. His voice is low and gruff, and it sends a pang of need through you. You fist the fabric of your shorts. Images of Steve’s hands gliding into the waistband, pressing down just where you need him, flood your mind. 

You can practically feel his calloused fingers dipping into your panties, rubbing circles into your clit while he kisses your neck, covering you in marks. It takes everything in you not to reach down and just do it yourself.

“And what if we don’t,” Steve asks, running his hand through his hair. “Get it out of our systems, I mean.”

Bucky takes a long moment before responding. “You’ll be in too much pain,” he says. “Steve, you might survive, but I’m not so sure about–” Steve abruptly cuts off Bucky, but you already heard.

“Fuck or die,” you whisper to yourself. You laugh at the thought, scaring Steve. He watches you with wide eyes as you giggle to yourself.

Your heart is tight in your chest, constricting so much that you’re surprised it’s still beating. The feeling that’s settled in your belly, the one that makes every brush of your panties against your clit feel torturous, can only be described as need. But it’s so much more than that… how does Steve not feel it? 

Steve keeps talking to Bucky, but you don’t hear any of it. Your blood is rushing in your ears, and the only thing you can think about is the way Steve’s gear is beginning to strain around his dick. Your mouth waters, more like floods, and you know that if you don’t get away from him this second, you’ll pounce.

Even though it feels like you’re going to die as you do it, you push yourself up and bolt out of the room. You stumble into a bedroom blindly, throwing the door closed behind you before you toss yourself onto the bed. The sheets are cool against your burning skin, and you waste no time tugging your shorts off and pulling your shirt up over your head.

Your clothes stick to you, but you manage to rid yourself of every scrap, leaving you naked and heaving on the bed. In an instant, your fingers are between your thighs. You’ve never been this wet before, never wanted to come so badly before. It’s pornographic, the way you’re touching yourself, but you can’t hold back.

For a second, you worry you’re being too loud, but the thought is washed away by your impending orgasm. It’s so close you can practically taste it, but as you begin to crest over the edge, it fades. Instead of satisfying you, all the orgasm accomplished was making you feel somehow worse. 

You don’t even startle when you hear a knock on the door. “Are you okay?” Steve asks. You know he’s blushing; you don’t need to see him. He’s always so shy about this stuff. You don’t even know if he’s dated before. He’s a closed book.

“No,” you whimper, circling your clit with your middle finger. Normally, you’d be too sensitive after coming, but it’s like it never happened. You could easily go again, and again, and again…

“Are– are– are you decent?” You groan out a laugh. It’s adorable. 

“No.” Your orgasm builds again, and this time you use your other hand to press two fingers inside of yourself. You can’t reach the spot you need to hit, but the fullness is nice. It’s still not enough. The second you fall over the edge, the pleasure is gone. No relief, just endless, relentless want.

“I’m gonna come in,” Steve tells you. For a moment you consider pulling the sheets over yourself, but the thought of being trapped under the stifling sheets makes you cry out. 

The door opens, the light of the hallway flooding in, and you take in the sight of Steve. His suit is unzipped down to his waist, revealing his white shirt that is plastered to his chest. It shows off every muscle, the dip of his waist. He looks disheveled. His face is flushed, but it’s different than when he comes back from a tough workout. He looks like a predator.

The way his eyes roam over you is full of heat and danger.

“Steve,” you whimper. He’s beside the bed a second later, chest heaving as he takes you in. “Please, Steve, it’s not working,” you babble, clutching the sheets beside you. “Nothing’s helping!”

“Bucky says you could die,” he whispers, clenching his fists. He battles with something internally, though you’re not sure what. “This isn’t the way I wanted it to happen.” You don’t have time to think about it because he’s kissing you. He holds your face in his hands and kisses you lifeless, breathless. The feeling of his lips on yours is like a salve, soothing some of your achings.

He pulls away only to push his suit down the rest of the way, revealing his tented shorts. He’s back on you in a second, and your fingers find the hem of his shirt, pulling it up and over him. You know Steve always runs a little warm due to the serum, but he’s burning up just like you. The feeling of his skin pressed against yours is heaven, but you still need more.

“Oh my god, Steve,” you murmur as he kisses your neck. He’s being gentle, too fucking gentle considering the circumstances. “I need more, please. I need more.” Steve nods into your neck and moves his hands to your breasts.

His large hands cup you perfectly, palming you. His fingers find your nipples, and he toys with them, playing you like a fiddle as you writhe beneath him. Your hips grind against his dick, and he groans into you. It’s a sound you’ve never heard from him but one you’ve craved long before tonight.

“You’re killing me,” he moans, driving his hips against yours. You run your fingers down his back, scratching into those beautiful muscles, and pull him closer. 

“I need you, Steve.” Your voice comes out a whine, but Steve knows you’re in pain. He knows how much this is hurting both of you. He kisses you again before ridding himself of his shorts and briefs. 

Steve Rogers is built like a god. Like a mountain. In all his naked glory before you, he is a thing of beauty. For a moment, the noise in your head fades, and the severity of this moment comes into focus.

How long have you pined after Steve? How long have you wanted to tell him what you feel about him? 

This isn’t how I wanted it to happen.

It’s not how you want it to happen either, but maybe after all of this is over, you can fix things.

“I don’t feel like I can control myself right now,” Steve tells you, bringing you back to the situation at hand. His fist is wrapped around his cock, and he pumps it slowly, though you can tell it takes effort. 

“I feel the same way,” you say, attempting to comfort him. His brows are knit together with focus, but he nods. 

“Do you know if there are condoms anywhere?” he asks, somehow blushing harder. You shake your head, so Steve digs through the bedside table, then the cabinet in the bathroom, but comes up with nothing.

“I get the shot, and I’m clean,” you tell him, voice tight. Pain radiates through your body, making your toes curl.

“I’m clean.” As the words pass his lips, he climbs onto the bed. He settles between your legs, sitting back on his heels as he drinks in the sight of you. Your eyes devour him right back, eating up his muscular body, following the trail of his abs to his dick. He’s big, bigger than anything you’ve ever taken before, and you shudder at the thought of how he’ll stretch you. 

Your fingers grip the bed sheets, and you twitch just thinking about his dick. It sets something off in Steve; it’s like a switch flipped. He ducks his head down and takes your nipple into his mouth, one of his hands drifting down your body. His calloused skin scrapes against you, and you writhe beneath him. His fingers reach your clit, and he toys with it, tight quick circles that work you up, while his teeth graze your nipple. He nips at the skin around your breast, soothing each mark with his tongue, and the want that’s coiled in your belly seems to wind tighter.

He sinks lower, tongue tasting your skin as he descends until your legs rest on his shoulders and his lips are hovering over you. His breath is hot on your sensitive skin, and you do your best not to buck your hips.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” he practically whispers before dipping down and dragging his tongue through your arousal. You burn at his words, grinding against his face. You’re past the point of being shy or embarrassed. He knows what you want. What you need.

“Steve,” you moan. The sound of his name on your lips sounds downright pornographic, and it spurs him on. He brings you right to the edge and grazes his teeth over your clit, sending you right over. This time, when you come, it feels so much better than when you’d been doing it to yourself. It only provides you a second of relief before the need returns.

Steve holds your legs apart, and his tongue darts out, licking his lower lip. You pant as you watch him sit up. He strokes his cock a few times before running the tip along your pussy. He collects your arousal, knocking your clit with his dick.

You can tell he feels conflicted. You don’t want him to regret this, to feel bad. “Stevie,” you whisper, pushing yourself up. Your body screams at you not to waste time, but this is more important. “Can I tell you something?” 

He nods, searching your eyes.

“I know it might sound stupid, but I’ve had a crush on you for forever,” you admit, trying not to drop his gaze. His lips part as he sucks in a breath. “I didn’t know how to tell you, and I didn’t want to live with you rejecting me.”

He shakes his head, “I wouldn’t have rejected you,” he whispers. “I’ve had feelings for you for a long time.” You grin at his words and lean forward, pressing a kiss to his abdomen.

“This isn’t how I wanted any of this to happen,” you say, echoing his earlier statement. “But I know you’ll take care of me. You’ll keep me safe. I wouldn’t want anyone else here with me.” Steve’s expression softens, and he leans down to kiss the top of your head.

“That’s right,” he says, guiding you to lie back down. “I’m gonna take real good care of you.” His words take on a possessive growl as he lines himself up with your pussy. He raises his eyebrows at you, silently asking if you’re ready.

“Please, Steve, please,” you beg. He pushes into you in one brutal thrust, stretching you around his length. You let out a guttural moan, and he starts moving. 

“Shit,” he grunts through gritted teeth. “You’re so tight, baby.” 

“Language,” you moan, earning you a slap to your inner thigh. Steve’s pace is punishing, his thrusts deep, and you feel him everywhere. His hands grip your hips, your breasts, your legs, anywhere he can get his hands on.

His focus is entirely on you, on bringing you right up to your peak. You’re so sensitive that it doesn’t take much to send you over the edge. Steve moans when you come and repositions you so your face is in the mattress and your ass is in the air.

When he pushes into you again, you feel him even deeper this time. The slam of his hips against your ass, his fingers digging into your hips, it’s almost too much. You crest again, chanting Steve’s name into the sheets. 

It feels like it lasts forever, but you can’t get enough. Steve whispers words of encouragement to you, but they’re laced with a filth you hadn’t expected from him.

Doing so good for me, baby. Squeezing me so tight. You look so perfect taking my dick.

It’s only after you’ve come down from your 6th orgasm, does your fever start to break. Steve has only come twice (only! You have no idea how he’s been able to keep going… must be the serum), but you can tell he’s getting worn out.

At some point, he’d pulled you to the edge of the bed so he could stand between your legs. Your ankles are hooked around his neck now, and you’re a puddle in his hands.

His fingers come up to touch your face, and he smiles. “Your fever is gone,” he tells you, slowly thrusting inside of you. “How do you feel?” You’re not sure you’ll even be able to speak, but you try anyways.

“So good,” you whisper. “So good, Stevie.” He leans down, bending you in half, and kisses you softly. He tugs your lower lip between his teeth before pulling back a bit. 

“Perfect.” He stays where he is with you bent in half and picks up his pace. Still, you can tell he’s already close to finishing again. He comes on a low groan that resonates through your whole body. You tilt your head up to kiss him again, and finally, that panicky need fades.

Steve pulls out of you gently, and you drop your head onto the mattress. Your body tingles all over, and you feel like you’re about to float away until you feel his tongue teasing your clit. 

“Stevie,” you whimper while you try and fail to wiggle away. 

“Please,” he whispers against your pussy. “You can give me another one, can’t you, baby? For me, please?” He licks your sensitive flesh with each word, begging you for just one more. And even though you’re sensitive, you don’t want to say no. 

Your fingers release the sheets and trail down to Steve’s head, where you tangle them in his hair. He understands what you’re asking. His tongue dips lower, licking up where his cum is leaking out of you and he pushes it back inside. He tastes every inch of you, soothing the soreness that is slowly starting to creep in. Your fingers tug his hair, guiding him to where you need him most, and he lets you.

The noises Steve makes as he eats you out are what put you over the edge one final time, and he laps it up eagerly. He presses kisses to the insides of your thighs before standing. You’re barely conscious as he carries you into the other bedroom and cleans you up.

As you’re beginning to fall asleep and he’s tucking you in, you hear his whispered words. “I’ll always be here to keep you safe. I’ll always take care of you.” Steve climbs into the bed and pulls you to his chest. He kisses your forehead, and you succumb to the warmth of sleep.

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[jinwoosungs]

{ 103 }

find you.

...... x fem.reader

warnings: unedited; SPOILERS FOR FFXVI; if you do not wish to be spoiled, then i suggest you readers skip this story and DO NOT read the tags.

{ i'll run away with your footsteps, i'll build a city that dreams for two. and if you lose yourself, i will find you. }

the rain was heavy, making her cloak stick to her like an uncomfortable second skin as she followed the boy she adored with her entire heart and soul.

throughout the downpour, she follows her beloved, struggling to seek shelter as they remained on the run.

joshua rosfield was the youngest son of the archduke that ruled over rosaria, yet his world had been torn apart the moment his mother had betrayed his kingdom. he suffered a tragic fate, nearly dying by the hands of his brother when ifrit had attacked him.

his life was hanging by the thread when she had come across his form, laid alone bleeding in the midst of the forest, leaving behind a trail of blood in his wake.

she was but a mere child back then when she came across joshua for the first time, seeing him clinging on to the last bit of his life as she helped carry him back to her cottage to the best of her abilities.

when she arrives back home with a gravely injured boy, her parents acted immediately, taking the boy out of her hands. as her mother washed away the blood that stains her tattered dress, her father was the one who helped with nursing joshua back to health.

even without his dire injuries, it was clear that joshua was a sickly boy. but due to his determination and inner strength, he was able to heal, gaining a bit of his strength with each day that passes by. she was utterly intrigued and drawn to joshua even then, seeing him as a prince with his golden curls and light blue eyes that reminded her of a pretty gemstone-

it was strange, but she knew that she would follow him to the ends of the world with no questions asked.

and perhaps this strange stirring and desire kept in her heart was but an omen for what was to come.

it was in the middle of the night, and she was sleeping peacefully in her room with joshua settled beside her. she was aware of how the young boy had not fallen asleep yet, but thought nothing of it. she was caught in her own land of dreams when a sudden movement startles her awake. her eyes were blurry from sleep, making her rub at her eyes as she looks around her room, only to see joshua donning his clothes once more. she gasps at the sight, becoming fully awake as her bare feet pads at the wooden floors of her room. "joshua, where are you going?" her voice was a mere whisper, tears filling at her eyes at the thought of joshua leaving. he does not face her, chewing at his bottom lip as his blue eyes shone with a determination that seemed out of place for a boy his age. "i need to find my brother and protect him. he needs me, just as i need him."

he faces her, and calls out her name while taking a hold of her hand. "i will forever be indebted to you for saving my life. if you promise to wait for me, i will return to you with my brother beside me." joshua appears conflicted then, his hand reaching out to her, looking like he wished to brush back her strands of hair before deciding against it. hiding his tears, he turns away from her and murmurs a tiny "goodbye." but she refused to allow him to leave-

at least, not without her. "joshua, wait." she clings to him, taking a hold of his tiny wrist, feeling saddened at how much he was trembling. he was trying so hard to be brave, but she knew deep down that he was scared.

and she couldn't leave him.

"take me with you. i...i don't wish for you to go on this journey alone, joshua."

he faces her, true blue eyes meeting with her unwavering gaze. his lips tremble as he whispers once more. "but what of your parents? will you really leave behind the people who love you so much?"

she shakes her head while giving him a smile. "it's because i know that they love me that i am willing to help you. they will wait for me, i am sure of it."

so with their satchels packed and a final note written for her parents to find, she goes with joshua on his journey.

for eighteen years, she has remained by his side, helping him protect his brother from the shadows as he traveled throughout all of valisthea to find out the mysteries pertaining to the blight and the mothercrystals.

their travels have taken them down a dirt path, now turned muddy from the storm as she found herself struggling to keep up with joshua. her head was pounding, and there was an odd sense of nausea that was felt blooming from within her abdomen.

her skin felt hot, and the downpour that felt like a needle-like rain was making her feel worse than usual. her eyes were blinded from the rain, and somewhere along the way, she had lost sight of joshua.

"joshua?! where are you?" a cough escapes from her chapped lips, wracking through her body as she stops walking. her tattered boots sink into the dirt, making her lose her balance as she fell down to her knees.

her skin felt hot, and she was feeling weaker than usual. her coughs refused to cease, feeling the bile crawling up her throat as she clamps her hand over her mouth in response. her mind was in a haze, and she struggled to keep herself from throwing up whatever contents were left in her stomach.

succumbing to her exhaustion, she softly cries out to joshua before slumping forwards, her body landing against the mud as she failed to hear the voice calling out her name.

---

the young woman awakens with a start, her eyes becoming aware of the flames that burned so bright from the midst of the room. with a moan, she slowly sits up, only to be stopped by a gentle hand that was placed on her chest.

"don't get up, or else you'll make yourself even sicker." she recognizes joshua's voice and quietly lays back down. he looks at her with adoration while reassuring her, "while you slept, i helped you take some medicine so that should help you feel better soon."

"t-thank you, joshua."

looking at her surroundings, she realizes that she was in an abandoned, wooden hut. the sound of rain was still audible, and had it not been for joshua's flames, then she was certain she would not be able to see a damn thing due to the darkness caused by the storm.

from her periphery, she sees that her clothes were hanging from the hut's banisters, making her gasp as she faces joshua. she could feel her face heating up and her heart pounding when she realizes that she is completely bare, donning what appears to be joshua's brown cloak. he meets her gaze and remains settled next to her, tending to the fire while dressed in his red tunic and leather pants.

with a sigh, she slowly picks herself up all while running a hand through her damp locks of hair. "i...i am sorry for falling behind, joshua. i lost sight of you and felt so sick-"

"sssh, my dear, there is no need to apologize." now completely focused on her, joshua leans forward, his voice oozing with gentleness while his gaze held the same fondness she had been familiar with for all these years.

she closes her eyes and leans into his touch, sighing as she allowed her lips the pleasure of kissing the palm of his hand. "how were you able to find me, especially out in this pouring rain? i could barely see you..."

joshua's eyes become kinder when he leans even closer to her, shutting his eyes as he allows his lips to press against her forehead. "i will never forsake you or leave you behind. you mean...everything to me, and i will always find you."

she was overcome with emotions, feeling the love she held for joshua brimming. acting on pure instincts and her heart's desires alone, she crawls towards joshua and settles herself on his lap. she allows her nose to brush against the soft skin of his collarbones, with joshua holding her even closer to his form as he wraps his arms around her.

they look into each other's eyes, their respective gazes filled with adoration and a promise of unspoken devotion when they come closer. their lips meld perfectly together, becoming slotted against each other in a searing kiss that conveys the love they held for one another.

she wished for nothing more than to bask in her beloved joshua's love, but a sudden need to sneeze was what ultimately forces her to reluctantly pull away from his loving lips.

"achoo-!"

she looks away from joshua, embarrassed as she wipes away at her nose, feeling her skin heat up once more when joshua lets out a rich laugh in response.

"my love, you are utterly adorable!"

joshua continues to chuckle deeply, holding her even closer to him as he ran the tip of his nose against her hair. he sighs, pressing a kiss against her temple.

they were silent for a few more beats, with joshua brushing his lips against her skin every so often. she remains quiet, and it was joshua who breaks the silence when he tells her,

"clive would love you; he would say that you were the perfect woman for me."

she could feel her heart soaring at the mention of his brother, her own eyes filling with tears when she meets his forlorn gaze. "you will reunite with clive once more, i'll make sure of it, my love."

joshua flashes her a kind smile, thanking her for her kind words before placing a hand behind her head. he allows her to bury her face within his chest as he lay back against the ground.

"rest well, my love, and get better soon. when you are well once more shall we continue our journey."

feeling safe while in his embrace, she allows her eyelids to grow heavier, her lips pressed against his chest as she basks in the warmth of his arms.

she was utterly devoted to him, knowing that she will do anything to protect his smile-

but lucky for her, joshua rosfield was just as dedicated to her, already swearing to protect her ever since he was a little boy.

a.n. - best boy best boy best boy best boy 🥀

all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.

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[innaillus]

May I complain for a second? I'm really sorry about this, I try to stay positive and optimistic at all times, and the last thing I want is pull people down with my rants. I'm also aware that many people have more dire problems, not to mention the unspeakable horrors happening in the world right now, so I'm ashamed to feel so frustrated in my privileged, safe life.

I'm terribly sorry for not being able to bring you multiple nicely rendered artworks for Halloween. I feel guilty. I get so much support, so many lovely messages all the time. Then I see a lot of amazing artists doing their best to make people happy with high-quality paintings of many different characters. It feels like I'm failing my followers.

Unfortunately this is all I can do. My day job drains most of my creativity and time, and then I was also keeping up with inktober. There was just no way. Maybe a better, smarter artist could have, but I was unable to do more. And now I'm also very exhausted and I need a break.

I don't know who to talk to. I don't know how to get rid of this feeling, how to do more, how to do better, how to be there everywhere, how to be enough. I don't know, am I looking for validation now? A response? What am I trying to achieve now?

What am I trying to achieve in general?

Somebody please make the days longer. I need to get better.

#rant #idk man #might delete later #psa #existential crisis

[ruinaimagines]

what do you think it would take for Heathcliff to warm up to somebody? because right now I feel like he'd scare a lot of people off with how brash and violent he is, but it'd be interesting if someone managed to befriend him.

I love him. And yes, I am alive! I am still crawling on. somehow.

Heathcliff Warming up to Someone Headcanons:

It is true that his outwardly brash nature is what a lot of people are initially met with, especially if they happen to be of some authoritative stance, but that’s mainly because of his own preconceived judgements. He’s a rather reasonable and good man otherwise.. Just a bit quick to jump to opinions.

If he doesn’t feel as though you are demanding respect from anyone then you have quite a decent chance of getting along. Talk to him as though he’s an actual person and you’ll find he’s pretty cooperative unless what you’re telling him to do is something he deems as outrageous.

Even though I lovingly call him an idiot, he’s quite the opposite. Heathcliff is a very apt man. We’ve seen this during Canto II with how he diverts the attention of the casino guards. He’s just a bit impulsive in some cases in the same sense that Don is. If he sees something he considers to be wrong, insulting, or similar he is quick to action if no one else is. He’s very good with short-term solutions but doesn’t immediately consider the implications for the long term. That’s Faust’s job. He’s clever and witty.

His recklessness also stems from the fact that death isn’t actually a problem for him (poor Dante), so not much is stopping him from speaking his mind. Unless the situation is really dire he has no desire to shut his mouth. Will still mutter under his breath.

He would immediately get along a lot better with you if you share any kind of similar passions in disrupting the system, calling people out, and overall being very blunt on the blatant ignorance and audacity some people have. While not to say the other sinners don’t agree, they just typically don’t really comment on it either. To have someone else that he can rant with and be brutally honest with? Ohhh that is just going to fuel the flames.

Would find you funny as hell if you insult the smug, sleazy workers of the city you happen to run into. Even better if it’s directly in their faces. Will back you up even if you don’t know each other much at this point because it’s entertaining. 

I believe that you have a pretty solid chance of getting along even if you don’t immediately call out someone to their face so long as he overhears you complaining about it later. Not all people have the confidence he does, and sometimes it’s easier for you to let it be in the moment as long as it’s not too treacherous or there’s quips here and there.

The most crucial part in befriending him is first and foremost about establishing a sense of likemindedness. If he doesn’t see you as an agreeable person, then chances are he won’t think well of you either. You don’t have to be as loud about it as he is but even stating something along the lines of ‘That is wrong and it needs to be acknowledged and not smoothed over’ after the fact works for him.

I think that it would be a lot more difficult for him to see eye to eye with someone who so compliantly follows along with orders and seems indifferent to the cruelty and justice around them. There needs to be some kind- any kind of proof that you have humanity and aren’t willing to stay complicit with continuing what is seen as morally wrong by him.

He’s a very passionate guy which can be a little difficult to navigate because he can very easily get lost to more aggressive feuds or grudges, in these situations he’s a bit unreachable in that he is very unlikely to hear others out. When it calms down though his opinion may alter slightly especially the longer he knows a person. Still sticks very close to his own truth nonetheless.

With this it becomes easier to talk to him because there’s no longer that  preconceived notion he holds over you, whatever it may be. You might find him even gravitating more near you or valuing your opinions a little higher than the others. When Faust is droning on he tends to tune her out, but whatever you’re saying he’s more encouraged to listen in on. There isn’t much of a difference in the moment, but you’ll notice that he’s completely forgotten what Faust has advised whereas he brings up a note that you mentioned instead.

Don’t expect the bickering to go anywhere. Friend or not, there will still be snide remarks here and there, though if you’re on good terms with him they’re meant in a more playful snarky way as opposed to a genuine complaint. Best be quick witted yourself.

You’re one of the few who can get away with insulting him without paying the typical price of being smacked over the head unconscious with his bat! Something that has happened an unnecessary amount of times with the other sinners much to the displeasure of Dante. Don’t expect to be completely devoid of being pushed around though. I imagine him to be the type of person to slam his hands around your shoulder with such force that it will completely knock the wind out of you for a joke.

Heathcliff is sort of hard to reach emotionally, even if you two get along very well. It can be kind of difficult to delve deeper into his own problems no matter how good on terms you are with him. He’s approachable in the way that his inferiority complex makes it extremely unlikely for him to ever mention his own shortcomings or communicate his distress in a way other than anger. Heathcliff does not want to have someone pity him, and above all he doesn’t want to be seen as weak.

It’s very hard to navigate, there’s hardly a right answer of how to go about it because it’s something that’s so emotionally fuelled that your best case scenario is just trying to listen and be more casual about it if something ever did get brought up. It’s a sore spot, don’t be surprised or feel bad if he snaps at you because he feels like you’re trying to be his therapist, it’s a spur of the moment thing and he’d feel bad afterwards. He just wants to be seen as a person.

Try to pry very little, what small trace amounts you get from him of his own personal experiences is something you’ll just have to take. Heathcliff might seem to be in particularly pissy and broody moods from time to time, whether from a bad interaction or something deeper, you can ask him what happens but if he says to drop it then it's recommended you do.

I feel like he isn’t ready to unpack everything, he finds it unneeded and a hindrance to get all sappy and focus on how he feels. That said I don’t know if there ever would be a proper time… aside from his canto.

You become his complaining buddy. He will trash talk either the others or some unpleasant person you’ve met while at work. It’s honestly fascinating some of the most obscure and abhorrent insults he can construct, beat only by Ryoshu of course. Her’s is just vulgar.

He is so biased it’s not even subtle. Heathcliff might seem a bit unapproachable at first but you’ll quickly come to realize that if you offer a sort of loyalty then he will return it. Might make fun of you for getting into a tricky situation, but he will do everything he can to pull you out of it and I think that’s what makes him such a good companion.

#heathcliff #limbus company #lcb #limbus #limbus company heathcliff #lcb heathcliff #platonic #x reader #limbus company x reader #lcb x reader #heathcliff x reader #headcannons #hcs #headcanons #heathcliff hcs #limbus company headcanons #limbus company hcs #lcb headcanons #lcb hcs

[charmedreincarnation]

My shift to attack on titan

To start, I shifted to where I was 8. I was born and raised in wall maria (shigashina) with armin eren and mikasa and I spent most of my days with them. I could not imagine the bond you could have with people other than your family until I went here.

First I want to reminisce abt my besties 🥰

Armin is the sweetest smartest friend anyone could ask for. He also hums and sings which makes sense because he is the narrator of aot in this reality. He also writes journals about things he learns and things he wants to see and tells us we are going to go together. I am so lucky to be friends with someone so Sweet smart charming and caring. no words can describe my friendship with him. It was so interesting hearing his stories about his beliefs and ambitions . He was certainly humble when discussing his theories and made sure to include all of us in them.

His heart is so big I still don’t know how it fits in his dainty body. His family is poor and he helps his grandpa cultivates potatoes. Even so when he met my mother for the first time he gave us a weekends worth as a thank you gift for all the snacks I bring to our daily hangouts. Of course my mother did not want to take them as we are definitely more well off than his family but he insisted. This was met with my mother giving them two weeks of fruits, vegetables and meat, which we had to beg for him to take.

His lack of athleticism is also pretty funny. It’s not like we do anything too heart wrenching but he has horrible stamina for our age. The race to the tree goes as follows: eren winning because mikasa is letting him by enough to help his ego, then mikasa, then typically me carrying armin because he gets too tired after a while. I still make sure he wins though.

Mikasa is my first friend that’s a girl. There isn’t any school or activities to meet new people around my age, so the only people I knew were my family until I met eren and armin. Then I met mikasa. She’s kind of shy yet brave when she needs to be. She made me a doll when eren introduced us to her and I didn’t know she could be so crafty. Yes she’s clingy with eren buts she’s super protective with everyone she cares about including me. Our mothers are also both from persecuted clans and we share the same hymn that our mothers taught us, the same sigil tattoo of sorts our parents gave us, so with that alone our bond is unbreakable. We have become armin and erens first line of defense, we both have protective nature and are always stronger when fighting for our loved one. I can’t wait to have someone like her for my entire life by my side

She is a stoic and composed girl who tends to keep her emotions in check. Those close to her recognize her incredible strength and courage in even the most dire of circumstances. She is loyal and brave, ever willing to put her own safety on the line for those she holds dear.

At the same time, Mikasa does have moments of vulnerability. She is immensely sensitive to criticism and has difficulty accepting praise. Despite her impressive fighting ability and hard work which we all have seen..there are times when she feels she isn’t living up to expectations. So yea she’s is a complex person, but one thing that never changed about her, is her sense of justice and unwavering commitment to her loved ones. She is both a formidable friend and a leader. She is able to make tough decisions in even the most difficult of situations.

Then theres my boy Eren 💀💀he is an amazing daring friend. He’s the one I’ve known the longest. My mother was a nursing aid in the hospital, erens dad worked at before she got married and he is now our doctor as well! I didn’t meet him until I was about 6ish or 7 and we he started coming to his visits with his dad and we instantly clicked and we were each other’s first friend! Then we met armin together and he met mikasi and the rest is history. He would do anything for the people he cares about and though sometimes I want him to slow down and think for a second but that’s not something he does. He acts on what he thinks and I almost respect how impulsive he is. It doesn’t matter because mikasi and I will always be there to make sure he doesn’t die.

I also want to talk about my family.my relationship with my family in this reality still rings bells in my heart. My mother and uncle whom I live with are a reflection of grace and kindness embodied into people. My mother is absolutely beautiful and everyone tells me I have her eyes, which is the nicest thing I hear all the time. She is kind, beautiful, strong and everyt good thing I do I was taught by my mother. She amazes me every day with her grace and beauty. She has been the bravest and kindest role model to me, and for that I am grateful to be her daughter. Her strength and courage has inspired me in many ways, and I will always be thankful for everything she does. She sings to me everyday and braids my hair while telling me good affirmations to build my strength. She always encourages me to say thank you when I am full because not everyone has the same blessing. She would tell me stories and fables every night and make me the main character incorporating moral lessons in each one to encourage me to be the best version of myself. She was very loving and kind with her words and actions, and soft technique in everything she does and for that I’m grateful. My uncle is of the same nature. Anytime I had a curiosity he would tell me stories and teach me everything he knows about the topic. If I had an interest the next day I would find a book of it on my desk. Books on specific topics are not a right but a privilege and how he got access to them I still do not know but restrictions never stopped him from getting me my desires. He would tell me I’m the smartest most beautiful girl in the world and I hope one day I’ll believe it. He is the kindest smartest man in my life and honestly armin reminds me of him, maybe why I love him so much. I also have a father who is a merchant and often travels, and though I do not agree with everything he does as he is more conservative, and closed minded he is still a great father, and for that I’m grateful. He does business with the royals and every trip back he would bring me sweets and treats that I would share with my friends. Chocolate with candy pieces and pecans/walnuts were my favorite. He would bring them in special arrangement and tell me to make this last until his next trip. It never happened and armin mikasi eren and I would eat them all in one setting until we couldn’t walk. Regardless I shifted here at a time I had a horrible relationship with my family and for a time anytime i would speak about my mother I was referring to her. I have now obviously manifested a better relationship with my family, but at a point, and I love and appreciate them but during my darkest hour, she was my real and only mother.

Also, As I expected was the food here was heavy on meat, beans, and grains, with little variety in terms of fruits and vegetables. This meant that the meals tended to be fairly bland – not exactly what I was used to. A common dish that I enjoyed was a stew made with chunks of beef and vegetables. It was slow-cooked for hours, which made it rich, flavorful, and comforting. The vegetables were often slightly sweet, which balanced out the salty flavor of the beef. But I mean we’re a locked up village trying to not get eaten alive by titans, so good diversity is the least of my problems.

But Y’all I honestly consider Shigashina as my realhome. My village is the epitome peaceful and idyllic. The scenery here is breathtaking. Rolling hills climb to reveal breathtaking views of the valley below, while nearby forests are a pleasing mix of vibrant green and warm autumn hues. The sun creeps through the clouds just enough to cast a golden hue on the village below, and the gentle breeze plays with tree branches and grassy fields.

It’s easy to feel like you’ve stepped back in time when you wander the streets of Shigashina. Streets of cobblestone pass between quaint houses while quaint shops and restaurants line the main thoroughfare. The village’s many windmills add to the charming atmosphere, their slow rotation creating a calm serenity.The nearby rivers and lakes bring life, with their gentle rippling and abundant fish. Beyond the village, pilgrims and adventurers journey the mountains to explore the region’s unique landscapes and mysterious secrets.

Of course, no discussion of Shigashina would be complete without mentioning its many festivals. Colorful parades, traditional dances, lively music – each celebration introduces a unique flavor to the village’s rich culture. For those that want to experience something truly unique, a visit during one of these festivals is a must. From its stunning landscape to its vibrant culture, Shigashina is truly a hidden gem in my experience.

In this void (cr)I could care less about nature but there, I am outside everyday the scenery, and it’s is breath taking. I miss being a kid. Getting to go everyday to our oak tree, and run around, race and play tag, while also reading and making flower crowns for each other . We yelled and screamed and played as children with no worries in the world, the euphoria and tranquillity I felt everyday, I did not even feel in this reality’s childhood and I cannot wait to go back and be free of stress. The market place is filled with people chatting, commerce and children running about. fruit and vegetables scent was in the the air and money rattling feels nostalgic to my eyes. It’s chaotic but in the most calming nostalgic way. I appreciate every aspect of my life, after coming back here and I cannot wait to leave here permanently and continue to experience my life the way it should be with people I love and love me, and to meet more people to fulfill my life.

My experience was amazing. Yes I haven’t endured any of the hardships yet since the fall of our town hasn’t happened and I haven’t joined the scout yet. I came here to spend my days with my friends and rest. I had no responsibilities and the bond I had with my family was untouchable. I know I will have a lot of trauma to prepare for, but everyone In my life is setting me up for success, and perseverance. all that matters is that I am loved and have people to fight for. With this said I can’t wait to meet my future friends and basically family members as I grow into the this home 🥰🥰

I know this isn’t aesthetic and it’s kind of boring but I didn’t go there for the action just yet, I just wanted to spend time with my friends, and family and have no responsibilities as I came here when I was super depressed. My other shifting stories are more fun 😻😻😻

#shiftblr #reality shifting #law of assumption #manifesting #law of attraction #void state #manifesation

[felidacy]

Rambles and small ideas for a Batfamily Bloodborne AU

(It is not that cohesive I am sorry and I was forced to make some lore changes. Especially with how it begins. Don't beat me up about it.)

Gotham gets enveloped by a dark shroud that covers the whole city and makes it near imperishable, let alone letting people pass through. The city is forever shrouded in a dark loom with merely a everlasting full moon shining upon them. With no sun and the isolation, it soon takes a tool on the people. They grow sickly and depressed, if not that they become near deranged and highly irritable. Crime rates in the already vicious city steadily increase.

There is a sudden shift then - for the worse. A blood moon occurs and people begin to change. Their bodies twist, grow and even rot away. Meanwhile their humanity seems to decrease. A few attempt to research the phenomenon and hold them captive in facilities like Arkham Asylum or Blackgate Prison, however those are halted when the victims fully cease being humans and transform into eldritch monsters that lash out when the old blood gets overused by the Healing Church. A mass outbreak occurs and the monsters roam the city from then on.

Tim Drake is still in the position of the CEO Wayne Enterprise after the mysterious disappearance of the Gotham Prince (Bruce Wayne) and openly funding doctors and scholars in his tower to research their Gotham phenomenon and the monsters. He takes over the Role of Provost Willem and does not shy away from finding out the truth by any means necessary. He isolates himself because of his hunger for knowledge and shuts people out.

Researchers of his discover the tombs/Labyrinth and the usage of the old blood when coming across Ebrietas, some desperately trying to change his opinion and use blood healing to attain a new beginning. Tim is forced into a position where he needs to give up on his constant desire of evolution and progress, which goes against his nature, for the sake of the people and instead how far he can go sacrificing himself in order to attain knowledge that makes him look beyond the "now". His good-hearted start for the peace of humans turns into a obsession to achieve something which is beyond the capability of a mere human.

Damian has been put in a dire position, a child that hears and dreams of the voices of those beyond that nobody else can comprehend. With his artistic skills he puts down the words after transcribing them, he holds the Role of Runesmith Caryll. He desperately attempts to hold on to sanity as he hides himself away from all prying eyes despite the praise of those around him. He only ever hears the words of the Great Ones now.

Two people Tim trusted most "betrayed" him, Tam and Cass that take on the Role of Laurence as his trusted students that end up leaving him. Cass knew that Stephanie must secretly be alive and after having grown immensely close to her not-sister-not-lover, she could not live with herself if she didn't rescue one she loved. She had lost too many already and followed Tam, along with others. Tam had noble intentions much like Cass, although Tam held more resentment for Tim. Her father was affected by a terrible illness that was since then called the Ashen Blood and even after dozens of years where he was loyal to the Wayne family he did not wish to use the old blood to heal him. He actively even discouraged her. Tam gave her goodbyes one day to never see Tim again and began the Healing Church. To her disappointment Dr. Leslie Thompkins was not one of those that followed after them and when the blood failed to heal her father, instead actively killing him, it were Tim and Leslie that got blamed. Since then Tam began desiring evolving into something greater through the use of the blood in order to bring him back. While Cass worked as a blood minister (later on white Church hunter), Tam focused later on at the work of seeking contact with the Great Ones and became the leading figure of the Choir.

Leslie Thompkins suffers a cruel fate. Her loyalty to save the people and towards Tim cost her greatly and when Tim gets the epiphany that more eyes are needed to understand the Great Ones and evolve, she is one of those that get affected and turn into one of the many hundred eyed monsters roaming the tower and trapping Tim there.

The Healing Church grows in power as their influence in Gotham rises because of their special infected blood that heals those in dire need should they come to them. Gotham citizen began to practically worship the Healing Church when gods they previously believed them did not act and show mercy, others turned away out of fear and that soon enough began to rule the city. The Healing Church becomes a belief, a bloody beacon of hope in their endless night...a cult.

When the sickness of the Ashen Blood spreads the people falsely believe in The Healing Church and that they will save them. Instead the bridges connecting the lands to each other get torn down when they least expect it and watch on as the other half gets overrun by beasts and the ravaging sickness alike. To make sure nobody ever passes through the remains get bordered up. Tim remains on the other half in his Tower overlooking the raging City with a faraway gaze.

They mainly reside in the abandoned underground of Gotham and at the edge of the Bowery, planted right at the opposite site of the Wayne Tower, and gets called the Labyrinth as the layout changed under the influence of the shroud. In time the Healing Church began to change and it split into various branches, the Choir, the school of Mensis and the Hunters of the Workshop that evolve into the Church Hunters.

Jason and Dick had been getting Damian out of old Gotham when the great fire happened and they were unable to return to their left behind sibling. They desired to hid Damian from the Healing Church because of his connection to the Great Ones and there was no better hiding spot than directly under their nose. As such they've become hunters for the Church.

One faithful day Barbara after a long search discovers Damian when he is having one of his seizures, when he dreams of the Great Ones, and she desires to help him. She has been kept in the dark as she had been stuck in the Clocktower until the Healing Church came to free her, which causes her to make unwise decisions by mistakingly trusting Tam and Cass. Unknowing of what occurred with the lack of still functioning technology she was part of the School of Mensis. However upon touching the Great Ones overwhelm her mind and her sanity crumbles. Barbara holds the Role of Micolash. After she becomes aware of herself again she causes the School of Mensis to break away from the Church and just like Tim to find and use an unbiblical cord of the Great Ones.

Stephanie was one of the few that broke through the shroud even when nobody knows why she was permitted through. Trusting her idol and not-lover her ignorance of the state of matter makes her join Barbara. The use of the Cord brings blocked memories back to Stephanie as she recalls that she faked her death because of her pregnancy, just shortly before the shroud fell over Gotham. In fact she does not recall what she had done those months outside of Gotham, neither were the supposed baby was. That is when the Great Ones enlighten her when she connects to Mergo. That child was never born as she went through horrible complications early on and lost it, although there was no body. The child was not of human descent, but of a Great One. Broken apart by this knowledge the Cord pulls Stephanie, Barbara and others of the School into a nightmare state where they remain forever trapped while their physical bodies die. She is the Queen of Yharnam.

Alfred was thought to have died that night when the Great fire happened as he had been away from the Wayne Tower, yet neither with Damian in the Manor. However, as it turns out Alfred had gone to seek out Tam and Cass in hopes to change their minds. When he thought all his wards dead when the land was burning there was no other way than to stay with his last remaining: Cass. And as someone who only ever knew how to work through grief by helping others, he had become the leader of the old Hunters Workshop. He was Gehrmann. Still caught in his own grief the purpose was ripped from him again and he was left alone, a mistake. Like many he called upon the Great Ones and as such started the dream, the start of it all with a promise that needed to be fulfilled.

#batfamily #bloodborne au #tim drake #dick grayson #jason todd #damian wayne #alfred pennyworth #barbara gordon #tam fox #stephanie brown #bruce wayne is trapped in the timestream #he could be the final boss in the moon because he too got affected by the great ones #i am not that familiar with bloodborne lore but damn it this idea took hold of me and made me watch a video about it #please dont beat me up bloodborne fans #this is just pure horror and angst #eldritch horror implied #stephs baby but make it creepy in a way different way than in canon #I ran with that awful comic storyline and made it tragic #how could Jason and Dick not be hunters beating up monsters tbh #and I am sorry Damian but someone needed to suffer some madness and be forced to live

[bigwishes]

Hey I am in dire need for some help!

I'm a 6'4 handsome jock, big beefy muscles, a deep baritone voice and got every guy on the team begging to suck my 8.5-incher.

I know this al sounds amazing and fuck yeah it is.. but the last few days I felt weak, not like I was sick or anything, but like my strength started leaving me. I heard a lot about your wishes where people drain their bullies or the jocks of their school. I'm an upstanding person, I have helped go up against bullying even from my teammates, I've helped my younger brother in the gym when he didn't know what he needed to do, even coach thinks I have everything he needs to become state champion this year.

So please save me from loosing all my hard worked size, I don't even know who is doing this to me.

Oh no you're losing muscle?!?!?! well we can't have that. The truth is mate I know exactly what is going on and who is doing it to you. A new student at the college gym always wanted to work out but his parent's never let him, worried it might stunt his growth. He desperately wanted to catch up and asked if I could put everyone in the gym's gains on him for the next week. Nobody noticed but you've got a keen eye and seem to notice what's going on so I tell you what I'll stop this guys wish, tell him to wish for something new and as a reward for being so perceptive I'll make you the new focus of the wish. Get you your gains back from the past few days and give you the gains of everyone who goes to the gym for the next week.

Day 1 was dope as fuck, your muscle felt pumped again, you were no longer tired after lifting and you felt incredibly solid after a workout. You were happy to be yourself again, working towards you goals. As much as you had prided yourself on hard work and being natural you were low key excited for a little magical boost, just a couple pounds of muscle from magic surely would still make you natural, after all the gains being sent your way are still gains worked for, just not gains worked for by you.

Day 2 was even better, whole fuck you were pumped all the time, you probably didn't even need to go to the gym but you wanted to, you loved the gym and didn't want to take the week off because you were getting free gains. After all it was like working double time getting swole, you were excited for the state championships in a few months and to go home and see your brother and show off your gains. The Christmas dinner keeps running in your head of him asking you how you got massive and you just saying diet and exercise. the thought of entering a bodybuilding comp crossed your mind, you were getting huge and its not like you could test positive for roids, and you'd never be tempted by them either.

Day 3 was different, you woke up at 12:01am on the dot and felt an insane pump, it wasn't slow and every lasting like how day 2 was this was fast, like a flood of blood throughout your whole body, like you were being pumped up like a balloon,

You struggled on your bed feeling more and more mass being added to your frame. The growth finally subsided and you passed out.

You struggled driving your car to the campas gym, the seat was uncomfortable and your thighs and swollen up so big you gym shorts felt like they were cutting off the circulation to your legs, maybe you should take the rest of the week off....or maybe ask for the growth to stop now....

Day 4 was a struggle, you had another growth surge in the middle of the night and it really set in just how much mass hundreds of people using the 24 hour gym daily can make. You would be fine to be like this, it'd be awesome and absolute easy win at state championships followed by sponsorships, you could drop out and be paid by supplement companies to simply pose with their products, but you couldn't get bigger than this, anymore size and you wouldn't even be able to get in your car anymore, no, you had to text the genie and ask for it to end early.

Day 5 was hell, you had a growth spurt in the middle of the gym changing room, bringing a whole new meaning to the words "Changing Room" not a single person in there noticed, like the magic was just making everyone thing you were always this big. Your coach had commented on how genetically gifted you were, apparently you had been made to do a random roid test several times and always come back clean, something you had no memory of. Going through old social media posts you saw you were much bigger in high school then you actually were, like the past was changing to accommodate for all this new found size.

Still after today you knew you didn't want anymore, even your best friend stood next to you as your posed your hulking frame in the mirror.

"bro, there is such a thing as too large, slim down for a few months or you'll be off the team for being too slow"

He was right, the new size was impacting your ability to play, one strong and fast you were now just strong, a brick wall no one could get by sure but what was the point it you couldn't chase a guy down or move your arms properly to catch the ball.

Day 6 was spent messaging the genie all day different combinations of "I wish to be smaller" or "please stop the growth now" any phrase you could think of to try to get the genie's attention to stop the growth. What your young mind thought would be cool t first turned into your biggest nightmare, you had outgrown your car and you couldn't even sell it for a new one as last time you got out of it you completely caved in the drivers side by simply shutting the door. You spent an hour walking to the gym, the only thing to clear your mind was lifting weights. During a rest your daily does of growth kicked in, your pecs and traps were swelling so close to your neck you could barely turn your head anymore.

Day 7, the final day of growth. You had become a fucking monster. Lost your place on the team from barely being able to move. You were staving all the time and spent most of your day now shovelling food down your throat as simply waling down the dorm room stairs caused you to burn a whole day's work of calories for any normal guy. You were anxiously awaiting today's growth and spent the whole day locked in your room. Everything around you was destroyed, unable to handle all the strength you had busted most things you touched and your furniture had all collapsed. Cheap college budget furniture could barely hold your weight how you were before all this but now it was just scrap wood and metal on the floor, you couldn't even bend down to pick it up. The whole day passed you buy and you saw the time 11:30pm...any moment now your final growth would happen and then you could figure out how to reverse it, or live with it. You tried to think positively, how awesome it would be to be an absolute monster, how much action you'd get. A deluded lie you told yourself, the truth was after what you did to your care you were terrified to go on a date or out for a hook up, every time you thought about it you could only think about accidently breaking the guys spine, but you'll finally get to figure all this out in just a few minutes, after tonight no more growth, just learning to live with the size. A message appear on your phone, from the genie, maybe he had finally seen your messages, maybe he'll shrink you back to how you were a few days ago, maybe you'd get punished for turning away the gift and turned into a twink....but being a twink would be better than this.

"hey bro, hope you are enjoying all the mass from the guys in the gym, today is gonna be a bit different. I explained what was going on to the original wish maker and he felt shitty and made a new wish, he wanted the nicest guy in the gym to triple in size and well I have decided you're nicest guy! you've been great carrying your team and just being a nice guy in the gym so I dunno how big you are now mate but I hope you always dreamed to be massive. If you've gotten too big from this tell me now and Ill stop the wish but after 11:59pm thats it, it goes through and nothing I can do about it"

You laughed loudly, this was your chance, to get the body from a few days ago, be a massive goliath but not be too big. Thank god. 11:45, still heaps of time. You excitedly went to message back but your phone slipped out you massive hands. Instinctively you went to catch it before it landed on the floor *CRUNCH...you opened your hand to see bits of crushed aluminium and glass slip out your fingers and on to the floor. You stopped, in shock you simply got off your bed and walked to the bathroom mirror. No one had gotten shell shock from breaking their phone before but you just stood in your bathroom, barely big enough for you to fit in and stared at yourself in the mirror. You thought you had become a monster, no, you were a freak, a massive freak of nature but in just a few more minutes, then, then you'd truly become a monster and there was no way for you to stop it now.

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#male transformation #muscle transformation #muscle #male tf #reality change #tf story #muscle morph

[gareleia]

THE KNITTING SAGA CONTINUES

a continuation of this post, because I have no impulse control and am in dire need of more Aeolus content

first of all, let's establish one thing - and I think we can all agree on that - Aeolus loves to fuck with people. they are a benevolent(-ish?) trickster deity, and they revel in harmless pranks

as a consequence, they are on pretty good terms with Hermes. while Hermes doesn't care much for the 'small fry' and doesn't pay that much attention to the wind god most of the time, Aeolus has their winions follow the messenger god religiously (pun intended), because? where Hermes goes, shenanigans always follow.

so when they get the tea that he's apparently hanging out on that one random Greek island, playing nanny? oh, they know it's gotta be good. so naturally, they go to check it out.

well, turns out that Athena is also there, and both of them are sooo bad with babies, it's hilarious

Athena, holding baby!Telemachus: Ehhh, shouldn't it be eating more meat? it's body is so weak, it can't even hold a spear! Hermes, exasperated: oh my me, 'thena, that's not how humans work!! babies eat liquids first!! how can you not know that!! here you go, champ, drink some wine!! Aeolus, hiding in the leaves: holy shit these guys are dumb

so now they can't just leave Telemachus alone with Athena and Hermes! they might not be an expert on child rearing, but surely they can do better than those two dorks! and the baby is adorable.

so they decide to stick around. just for a little bit. a week tops.

fast forward a few years, and they have been raising the prince of Ithaca

Aeolus: *shocked pikachu face*

and Aeolus is the much needed chaotic good influence to Hermes' chaotic neutral and Athena's lawful neutral.

the thing is, Aeolus is really good at hiding. so good, in fact, that no one but Telemachus had even realized they are here. everyone else just thinks that the prince has an invisible friend which, well… they're not wrong?.. and it's not like other kids are exactly lining up to be his friends anyway, cause everyone thinks he's weird (or their parents don't want to catch the attention of the suitors)

and the gods think that it's because they hang around too much and Telemachus can't make friends because of them. so maybe they try to spend less time in Ithaca, for his own good. which only makes things worse, because now the boy is upset, and Aeolus and winions have to try extra hard to cheer him up, which pisses them off.

Athena & Hermes: oh, goodness us, we shall try not to interfere too much with the mortal affairs, so that the young prince grows up healthy and happy ¯_(ツ)_/�� Telemachus: (T⌓T) Aeolus: ヾ( ･`⌓´･)ﾉﾞ

and then they have to subtle bully the two dumb fucks to come back.

on a less serious note, Aeolus also has a sweet tooth, especially for marshmallows (idgaf there weren't any marshmallows in Mycenaean Greece, they're a god. they can make all the damn marshmallows they want)

and of course, since they are sooo generous, they always share with Telemachus.

what they don't know(?) is that winions, who all get their own treats, also collectively share them with the baby, because they are secretly evil adorable little freaks.

which results in a very hyper prince sugar rushing seemingly out of nowhere.

Telemachus, running all around the palace and crackling madly: I AM SPEED- Penelope, unimpressed: and who, pray tell, had given my son sweets right before dinner? Athena, equally unimpressed: yes, I would also like to know. Hermes, sweating nervously: heyyyy, why are you all looking at me like that???? ( ಠ‿ಠ ) Aeolus, from behind a tree, unseen by anyone: (｡•̀U-)┘

Hermes always gets blamed.

It's the only time he doesn't do the thing

and he's seething, because nobody believes him.

#epic #epic the musical #epic the musical au #the knitting saga au #telemachus #hermes #athena #aeolus #penelope #alternate universe #found family #fluff #especially winions #they are extremely fluffy #they/them aeolus supremacy is real #in the words of a very wise witch: ye saga continues #aka i'm back on my bullshit #but you gotta agree it's hilarious that hermes of all people is falsely accused #because when something happens in relation to the prince - it's usually always hermes #it's always hermes #gotta start that tag for you #no need to thank me #but fr telemachus is baby #don't worry odysseus #you have fun going to the moon #we've got him

[seravphs]

ੈ♡˳·˖✶ — ZHONGLI X FEM READER

Even after the Rite of Parting, the people of Liyue have found themselves unable to come to terms with the death of Rex Lapis. Unwilling to abandon his city, Zhongli has one final duty to perform - to say his goodbyes to those who had loved him so dearly. Torn between dedication to Liyue and the burden of thousands of years of existence, Zhongli needs someone to teach him how to become human and you, as a member of the Qixing and Liyue's foremost cultural expert, might be just the one for the job.

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tags — fluff, angst, slowburn, playing fast and loose with lore, reader is not traveler, devotion to a god turned love for a man, chinese folklore, when you take shots at mondstadt but now your city is also godless oops

glossary | chapter 1 of This Is How We Mourn The Living

If the city was riotous in celebration, you could not hear it.

Ningguang had arranged for her personal carriage to ferry you to your destination, and it had been soundproofed by the finest craftsmen. Though it’s purpose was more to protect state secrets than to block out the noises of people weeping in the streets, it served just as well to keep you mired in your thoughts as the carriage made it’s bumpy way across the cobblestone streets. 

The aftermath of Osial’s attack had left the Qixing scrambling to hold the city together. The Fatui needed to be dealt with, the transition of power from Rex Lapis to the Qixing was in dire need of immediate attention, and most of all, the people of Liyue were, for the first time in their lives, lost. 

They had never been alone from the time Rex Lapis had led them south to the ocean. Liyue had always had their god to watch over them, but now they found themselves faltering at a test no one had predicted.

The city would either burn to ashes or find itself resurrected, stronger than ever. 

At the moment, no one could tell. In a desperate attempt at preserving a shattered and shell-shocked Liyue against the enemies swarming for a chance to bring down the once invulnerable city, every capable body was pressed into service. 

When Hu Tao opened the door for you, she nearly fainted in shock. As Lady Ningguang’s emissary, you came dressed in her colors - white and gold, which also happened to be the colors of funerals and weddings. For all intents and purposes, it looked like you had come to either kill or marry one of the inhabitants of Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, and all bets were on the bachelor who was currently the subject of all the burning rumors in Liyue. 

“Zhongli,” she stammered. “What did you do?” 

Towering behind her, the man blinks slowly, completely unperturbed by the strange sight. It’s a small mercy that Wangsheng Funeral Parlor rarely has loiterers, or this could blow up into yet another scandalous whisper to follow his name. 

“Nothing that I can recall,” he muses. “I don’t suppose the young lady is here for you? Perhaps this is one of your pranks?” 

She scoffs, offended. “Even I wouldn’t go that far-“

All it takes is a singular, arched eyebrow from him, and she relents. “Okay, maybe I would, but this-“ she waves a hand in your direction. “Is not my doing! I know you can be kind of a ditz, but I can’t believe you got yourself married without realizing it!” 

You smile demurely. “Don’t worry, Miss Hu Tao. It’s nothing so concerning. I’m just here on behalf of the Tianquan. Zhongli-xiansheng, would you do me the honor of coming to tea? I would like to discuss why the Qixing have called for your services.” 

Though polite, both parties involved are aware that this is not an invitation. You’ve heard Hu Tao is a notorious prankster, and a bit of a plague on the elders of Liyue. Her particular form of advertisement has not endeared her to many, but somehow, she still finds joy even in the worst of tragedies.

It’s a testament to the reputation of the Qixing that for her to lose ever present mirth. Worry lines her features for her dearest friend, but Zhongli soothes her worries. “Who am I to deny the kindness of the Liyue Qixing? Hu Tao, I’ll be back soon.” 

It’s a short walk to Heyu Tea House. Zhongli shucks off his coat, and drapes it over you, careful never to actually graze your exposed skin in the process. Under your curious gaze, he explains. “You might attract strange looks walking through the city in your garb, though I understand why you came dressed in Ningguang’s colors.” 

Only the lady herself could get away with such a social faux pas. White and gold were Ningguang’s colors before they were for weddings or funerals, but the same couldn’t hold true for you, one of the newer additions to the Liyue’s elite. You would have to work your way up to that kind of status. 

The tea house is a favorite of the nobles of Liyue for it’s delicate architecture and beautiful performances, though currently, it’s been emptied out for your meeting. Even the waitresses have been replaced by your people. No effort is spared when it comes to wooing a god. The Qixing, of all people, could never be accused of holding out on a guest. 

A seat on the second floor has been designated for you, overlooking the streets below. Heyu has always felt comfortable to you. It was where you first met Ningguang. Eventually, it became the place that you began to associate with the Qixing, and your induction into their ranks. 

Every member of the Qixing has a preferred place for negotiations, as such, this is yours. Though few of you are superstitious by nature, familiarity is always a comfort. Today, that normalcy is ripped away from you. Funeral white has joined the usual red and gold of the decorations.

The entire city is in mourning for the man sitting across from you and grateful to be alive at the same time. 

It’s strange, the fine line between love and misery. Without the enchanted walls of the carriage, the people are still loud enough to be heard even off ground level. If you touch the tables, your hands shake slightly with the force of the vibrations moving throughout the city.

Fireworks explode overhead. The open air of the terrace makes them your only source of light besides golden lanterns glowing dimly. As the people weep, they rejoice in equal measure. Ningguang’s name and the mysterious traveler’s are carried on whispers throughout the city. The adepti, too, are rumored to have returned. It’s a miracle, and a tragedy. 

The city has survived, but it’s god has not. 

Or at least not that they know of. 

Everything on the menu has been prepared for Zhongli, but he barely touches the Calla Lily Seafood Soup and Crystal Shrimp, preferring to nurse his oolong tea and Jade Parcels. You hadn’t expected the former Geo Archon to be a picky eater, much less to dislike seafood. It’s the staple of the city he held dominion over, after all, but then again few personal details were known about the god. 

Ningguang, you think, would ease into the conversation, starting with formalities and pleasantries she didn’t really mean before getting to the point. You are not Ningguang. You are trying to be, but you don’t think masquerading as a different person would get you very far with him. 

“Zhongli-xiansheng, what do you plan to do now that you no longer go by Rex Lapis? Will you sit and watch as your people live in fear, attempting a gradual return to normalcy?” 

As expected, the God of Contracts is not offended by your inability to skirt around the matter, though he does raise an eyebrow at the way you phrase it. He waits before he speaks, letting the silence stretch on. Your words marinate between the two of you. There is little noise besides the clink of his ceramic spoon. For a brief moment, you wonder if he’s purposely trying to make you uncomfortable, then you cast the thought aside. You don’t really want to know. 

“You want to know if I’m a god that can abandon his people?” 

You refuse to lower your eyes at the direct interpretation of your words. You meant what you had said, even if you definitely hadn’t meant it to come across as harshly as he had phrased it. Like everyone else in Liyue, you still loved your archon.

And you believed that he had not turned his back on you. 

You have never been meek, but you have also never been in the presence of a god, much less one whose presence has loomed over you for your entire life. It’s only with Ganyu’s training in etiquette that you refrain from picking at the golden threads embroidered into the table cloth under his similarly golden-eyed scrutiny. Everything in Liyue is Zhongli’s.

“I don’t think you are.”

“No,” he sighs. “You are right. I am not. You have a matter you need my assistance with, or else you would not have come to me. Speak directly.” 

“The people are grieving. Their city is shattered and their god is lost to them. They are afraid. The Rite of Parting is not enough.” The tortured look on your face is not an act. 

By the time the Qixing had taken you in, you had already dedicated your heart to this city. You would sacrifice anything for it, and once, you would have sacrificed anything for the god who presided over it. Now you wonder if there is anything to offer him at all. “I want my people to live in peace. Zhongli-xiansheng,” you slide a pen and paper across the table. “Please make a contract with me.” 

The Qixing were stretched thin enough as it was already. The Tianquan had resorted to running Liyue’s base of operations out of the Yuehai Pavilion, now that the Jade Chamber had fallen. The Yuheng barely slept, carrying out her work at all hours of the night. Even Ganyu, your ever competent secretary, had found extra work to do. The Kaiyang, leader of Liyue’s military forces, had fallen during the night, though no one knew how. Some suspected a fatui assassination plot, though you were leery. Among the Qixing, it was common knowledge that he had been ill for some time. 

Through it all, Liyue found itself trapped in a haze of grief and mourning, as if the malaise of Wuwang Hill had somehow spread to the rest of the golden city. Their pain was amplified by crushed hopes, the strength of a people who, holding out against all odds, could deny it no longer.

Even those who had witnessed the passing of the great dragon at the Rite of Ascension had believed that he would somehow make a triumphant return. After all, why else would the Qixing make such a suspicious attempt to hide the body? 

But perhaps the greatest claim against the possibility that he was really gone was that this was Rex Lapis, their infallible god. His people loved him too much to consider the possibility that he was capable of succumbing to such mortal things as death. They had believed in him until they could no longer. 

You had been inducted into the Qixing when your battle prowess had garnered you Ningguang’s attention. Promotions had come steadily due to your competency, until you had risen so high as to become Lady Ningguang’s secretary. Then, under her, you had become recognized as the foremost expert on the history and culture of Liyue. 

You were a nightmare to face on the battlefield and a well of wisdom in the conference room, but though your talents were many, they did not extend to this, no matter how much you cared for your people. Conveniently, funeral parlor consultants were adept at handling grief. 

It was an easy decision. 

The Qixing would employ Zhongli as an envoy to the people, guiding them through the grief left behind by the death of a god. In return, you would teach him what it meant to be mortal. 

“The people are too reliant on their god,” he says, shaking his head at your noise of protest, “but I would never wish harm on Liyue. It seems my work is still not finished. I must guide them into a new era, one in which I am no longer needed.” 

“And then?” 

“I will finally be able to retire, I suppose. Though I’m not sure when that will be.” 

You’re not sure how gods retire. What Zhongli likely means is something more similar to death than human ideas of retirement. Centuries of existence have taken their toll on him, leaving him weary to the bone. More than anything, he wants rest, but he cannot when Liyue has need of him.

The end of the era of gods had shattered the city that had walked with gods. It was resistant to the possibility of a lonely journey. After all, it was the city that Rex Lapis had cultivated from nothing with his own hands, and perhaps spoiled, in his desire to provide for his people all that they needed. 

He had admitted it to you himself, with a melancholic smile on his face. “The human life is so short compared to that of the adepti. I would like to see my people comfortable in the little time we have together.” 

Even after renouncing his title as the Sovereign God of Liyue, he couldn’t help himself from looking after his people. Rex Lapis had ruled over Liyue for 6,000 years. He had seen more than you could imagine, in an immortal life that could snuff yours out in an instant. He was the oldest of the Seven who had grown tired of his long reign, and had relinquished his city to the Qixing, only to find himself called back into service. 

Though he was basically living history, never in his life could he recall a tradition like this. After all, there was no recorded instance of a god descending to live among his people. It was an age of new beginnings, one that no one had expected. 

New beginnings made people hungry. You could see it in the city, the restlessness that burned under their skin. Liyue had been invincible for so long, the people no longer knew what it was like to be weak. When Rex Lapis had founded the city, the people had been little more than dust, hastily cobbled together huts and prayers to a doting god. And now they had returned to that state, unsure of when disaster might strike. They were afraid, as you had never wanted your city to feel. 

That was precisely what had driven Rex Lapis to take the form of Zhongli, and what had brought you to his doorstep as an ambassador from Tianquan Ningguang. An olive branch, of sorts, after the long centuries of strained relations between the adepti and the Qixing. A partnership for the common cause they both served, the good of Liyue. You didn’t mind - after all, between your sovereign and your god, you were more than willing to serve as they saw fit. 

Even if your god insisted he was nothing more than a funeral parlor consultant now. 

“Zhongli-xiansheng,” you started.

“You can call me Zhongli. We will be seeing each other often, and it’s unnecessary.” 

You stumble, unused to his name in your mouth without honorifics, even if back then, you had called him Rex Lapis. “Zhongli, then. I will report your acquiescence back to the Qixing. If you are amenable to it, I will meet you at the funeral parlor to discuss our first assignment further.” 

Normally, you would bring the completed contract to Yanfei to look over, but as the other party was the god of contracts, today you found yourself free to return directly to Yuehai Pavilion to find Ganyu. 

Ending the day with her had become a tradition ever since you joined the Qixing. You would forever be grateful for the way she took you under her wing. It was only around her that you felt comfortable letting your guard down, openly displaying the effect Rex Lapis had on you.

Being in his presence (you had been praying to him since you were nothing more than a child) had left your mind spinning, and you only noticed when Ganyu pointed out: his coat is still draped over your shoulders. 

“I know we sent you there dressed in gold,” she teased, “but I hardly expected you to actually find yourself wedded. You’ve risen quite above your station, haven’t you?” 

Around her, it’s easy to drop the pretense of dignity, so you feel no shame when you gasp and clap your hand over your mouth. “I forgot to return his coat!” 

“Are you sure you just forgot ?”

“What are you saying?” Ganyu is like an older sister to you - which means she also finds the greatest pleasure in poking fun at you. 

“Oh, nothing. Just that you were awfully enamored with Rex Lapis as a little girl. I wonder if you really grew out of it? It wouldn’t surprise me if-“ 

“Enough! I’m going home.” 

The sound of her bright, airy laughter follows you all the way back home. When you hang the coat up in the foyer, a light fragrance drifts down to your nose. It smells like him - like osmanthus flowers and sweet wine. You’re almost reluctant to let it go as you climb into your silk sheets. 

#sera writes #zhongli x reader #genshin impact x reader

[faeryarchives]

Hello I love your work especially the genshin based ones is it ok to request pomefiore with Yun Jin-like reader bonus if they invite them to a private opera show for them

pomefiore with a yun jin-like gender neutral reader!

the skilled director, playwright and singer of an opera troupe - well renowned throughout their nation for their wonderful plays. they would appear refined and graceful most of the time especially in public but they are very friendly and open to discuss variety of things.

: ̗̀➛ vil schoenheit

" what a sight to behold, the sun so warm and radiant..."

"what a wonderful sight indeed."

regardless of the things vil heard about with your escapade with your friends, you really live up to your name and title of being an opera director.

the pomefiore dorm leader would often find you practicing all alone at the back of the ramshackle dorm grounds - hearing your loud and clear singing from afar

"two loving souls by death cruelly parted... hmm something is still missing but i can't put my hand around it."

"you are sure working hard potato, are you performing opera?"

"oh my, you are the only person i met who actually knows opera!"

imagine the joy you felt when you finally have someone to approach to whenever you are having problems with your performance and in need of someone to judge

in some way, you would remind him of epel after hearing of your stories about being dotted on by the elders back in your world.

"i know how much they care but i am a grown up, not a young child. so i would often ran away from them even making up an imaginary friend. that's so silly of me right?"

"no not at all, in fact - i think you will get along with epel."

despite the fact that you would ask vil comments about your performance, he is very amazed to see you work so hard to make the best performance possible.

"so, let me sing of human stories. may my brush be the brush of all hearts and my voice the voice of all souls."

the moment you finally mastered your performance - you wanted to thank vil for helping you through the process and invited him one day to the empty practice room looking very eager and happy

at first he was very confused like 'what is happening and what are we doing here during my free time is something going to happened?' but boy he was so stunned by the outcome of your play

"so, what do you think?"

"you did a good and such an amazing job potato, seeing how you portray people's stories in such way - for sure everyone would remember that."

: ̗̀➛ rook hunt

oh my gosh, i think rook would be your number one hype man no doubt 😭 😭 😭

seeing how you are both knowledgable in terms of poetry and performing arts - it would take forever until you guys both ran out of topics to talk about.

"bonjour directeur d'opera! care for a spar?"

"oh bonjour monsieur, of course! i've been looking for inspiration for my performance anyway."

speaking of sparring, you and rook would always have a good training session because not only it helps you to think of more inspiration and moves to input in your performance but also help on staying focus by parrying the hunter's attacks with your polearm

on the other side, rook is very impressed because your elegance still stayed even fighting like you were just dancing in the battlefield

such a shame that he never see you in a real fight until there was an accident wherein the out of control enlarged venus flytrap was about to eat grim by whole - when you suddenly step in with several gold flags appearing behind you

"grim, take cover! let's get this show on the road - strike as one!"

marvelous! magnificent! not only you excel in opera but also in battles? that is so amazing

without him knowing which is very surprising on your part, you had been practicing a performance that reminds you of your friend's story back in your world and you really want to share it to your current hunter friend

so the moment you finally practiced enough - you got to invite rook to follow you behind the ramshackle dorm

"what is this? are you going to propose your love for me directeur d'opera?"

"i am going to show you something even better!"

and he did get to see something better than he imagine. rook could feel and really understand the story you are trying to portray and kid you not after your performance you could see tears at the corner of his eyes.

"you did a really good way of telling everyone your friend's story (name). a story that has a tragic beginning but there would always be a happy end. bravo!"

: ̗̀➛ epel felmier

"ahhh... yes, i shall spare myself the hair and makeup routine today, and happily idle my time away!"

can i just say, the moment that epel heard you say that to your friend you really got his attention?

eventually the two of you become friends after accidentally bumping into him while trying to run to your alchemy class in fear of being late

"do you ever feel like you are being dotted on like a child even though you are already a teen?"

"i get you! and being mistaken as the one who always need protecting like we can stand for ourselves too ya know?!"

partners in crime and shenanigans like you guys would try out spicy foods and meat after not being able to eat it in front of people because of their remarks or hiding away from vil whenever the dorm leader is looking for them

but of course you wouldn't delve in too much trouble because its really a pain to deal with all the naggings again

epel would often watch your practice with grim and his admiration just grew because his best friend literally have it all! the brains, talent and strength

"how are you so good at relaying your emotions?"

"because what i want to show people is a story that i really want to tell - a world built on tens of thousands of individuals with stories on their own."

even though the first year would often find himself hanging out with you - he never realized that you finally mastered the piece you really wanted to show him

until one day you came in your usual spot in your costume and spear that shocked him

"are you going to war?!"

"no! no, i just want to show you something!"

he might not know about opera but epel could see how much you have mastery over your moves and control in your voice that it even cause some students - ace, deuce, jack, sebek and grim to also gather around and listened until you finish your tale.

"and that is entitled 'the divine damsel of devastation', how was it?"

"you were so good like hell, you might even win a reward if you participate in our event!"

very proud to call you his friend and would always hype you up even though he is very busy, epel always got your back 💜

#disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland headcanons #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland scenarios #twst x reader #twst headcanons #twst imagines #twst scenarios #pomefiore #vil schoenheit #vil schoenheit x reader #rook hunt #rook hunt x reader #epel felmier x reader #epel felmier #pomefiore x reader #faeryarchives

[yakuzacanons]

In dire need of anything Kiryu/Akiyama voice related thing with their s/o because good lord Akiyama's voice makes me turn into goop

SALUTES YOU solidarity, I also suffer from the disease known as kiryu/akiyama voice goop. Sorry for the long delay, I pwomise I am still alive and not dead. Here is your long awaited response, love u.

Kazuma Kiryu

Doesn't actually realize or doesn't understand that his voice is attractive. Several people, men and women alike, have told him he sounds cool but usually he's just like "...really?" in a low but surprised tone. Hostesses especially love complimenting his voice just to get this response out of him.

Having said that, he will just be confused as to your reaction to certain things he says or how he says them but eventually he will put two and two together without you having to tell him directly. He kind of gets flushed when putting it in practice on purpose, breaking eye contact and even blushing a little. Your reaction is worth it though and he gets more confident each time.

Our silly little Kiryu keeps things short, sweet, and stoic when he talks. Lots of cute praises, says things like "good job" or "I knew you could do it" with a gentle smile. Really loves either giving a classic, singular "wow" when stunned by your looks or getting kind of cheesy. Think 90's rom-com level cheesy. Somehow his deep voice makes it work though. He loves an up close speaking moment where he can whisper something that only you can hear.

Akiyama Shun

Opposite of Kiryu in that he KNOWS he has some rizz. Akiyama is one of the natural flirts out of all the boys so he kind of just uses his voice all the time when speaking to someone he's attracted to or in a relationship with. Once he finds out you're actually into that, it's all over for you because he will absolutely take advantage of that.

Bit of a smug bastard and enjoys occassionally making you ask him to say certain things that you like hearing. Typically he's pretty generous though and loves to sweet talk you, as he gets off on it just as much as you do. Confident with eye contact when speaking to you. Could flirt all day long.

The way he uses his voice tends to follow the pace of how you speak in conversation and he's pretty versatile. He can say a lot or very little and still get the same result out of you. Likes to say things like "Oh, really now?" with a little smirk on his face. If you're feeling flustered by something, he can be a bit of a tease and will say things like "Sorry, say that again?" just to get you even more flustered. He think it's cute.

#majima megaphone moment #yakuza #yakuza headcanons #yakuza imagines #ryu ga gotoku #ryu ga gotoku headcanons #akiyama shun #kiryu kazuma #kazuma kiryu #shun akiyama

[lisasmind]

Johoo, saw your post and just had to follow you you seem awsome

Question: do you have any criticism to race to the edge, if so what? I find it very fascinating to see different people’s opinions on the series

heyyy thanks for the follow! i’m glad you like my acc!

before i say anything, PLEASE DON’T TAKE MY OPINIONS SERIOUSLY! i’m coming to y’all mostly in a joking tone like it’s all chill. i like the show and enjoy watching it but yeah without further ado!

rtte. when i was younger i had a love-hate relationship with it. there were many things i didn’t like but i kept watching cause we still had a long wait for thw and i NEEDED httyd content. of course there were things that i liked but yeah.

rewatching it now, i realized i might’ve been over exaggerating! to be fair, i’ve always been a dramatic person so there’s no surprise in that.

there are still things i’m iffy about.

- first off, hiccup and toothless’ relationship. to me, toothless seemed more like a pet than a best pal to hiccup. like toothless was usually in the background for the majority of his screen time. they did have their moments like in dire straits, enemy of my enemy (i think … but i can’t recall well), and triple cross, but that’s pretty much it.

- heather’s whole storyline. it was good in the beginning but wow they just really let go of her character. like she had SOOO much potential and she was well liked within the fandom. i would suggest watching this video on youtube:

it pretty much wraps up all my thoughts on her.

- DAGUR! SHOULDVE! STAYED! DEAD!

and if they weren’t planning on killing him off THEY SHOULDNT HAVE MADE HIS “DEATH” SCENE SO TRAGICALLY BEAUTIFUL CAUSE NOW WHAT EVEN IS THE POINT

- hiccup was not supposed to see the ice spikes! again, 18 year old hiccup was NOT. SUPPOSED. TO SEE. THE ICE SPIKES! why? because 20 year old hiccup has NEVER SEEN THEM BEFORE!

- heathlegs. i’m sorry but i know a lesbian when i see one.

- this one i won’t get too worked up on cause i know the writers have said a few times hiccstrid was not going to be the main focus of the show (and tbh, as a hiccstrid shipper … thank god), but i wish their development from the friends to crush to lovers stage was more noticeable. to me it kinda just felt like BOOM! hiccstrid together!

at least the kisses were good. no no. the kisses were EXCELLENT! PURE CINEMA!

- listen i know they were in a time crunch when netflix just threw two more seasons at them, but johann? really?

- ASTRID NOT GETTING HICCUP A FAWKING MAP IN SANDBUSTED!

and that’s all i can think of for now, but all in all i love this show. i literally used to sit and wait for the seasons to come out at 3 AM MY TIME!! like this was my teenhood! i went to school sleep deprived for this shit so don’t you think for a second that i’m coming from a place of hate or ungratefulness.

i do have positive things about rtte but i’ll save that for a different post (also i plan to rewatch each episode one by one and make a tumblr post of my thoughts cause why not).

anyways thanks for asking this!

#httyd #astrid #hiccup #hiccstrid #httyd 2 #httyd 3 #httyd thw #rtte #race to the edge #snotlout #heather #tuffnut #ruffnut #fishlegs

[ashes-writing]

stranger things ● the new girl pt 2 ● g. emerson

warnings

swearing, bullying , jason carver / Andy, awkward flirting, Gareth using a firm tone, you all know that tone ashes will die on the dominant hill obvs, he is and y'all are sleeping on that shit, a little splash of 'bickering like an old married couple despite literally just meeting' and a big ol' dash of mutual pining. reader is female with long and curly hair, no other physical traits mentioned beyond that. why yes.. yes i am hellbent on reviving his tag. listen he's my grumpy lil drummer dude i can't just let it die.

word count

3657 exactly. Part Two... for now.

** if you guys were to hint you want more... this could /possibly/ be arranged... maybe.**

summary

continued from ( this post )

Gareth can't get you out of his head so he tracks you down. Maybe you're a little flirt and maybe.. just maybe.. he's into it.

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He hasn’t seen you since that morning. Not that he’d ever admit he was actively looking in the first place, but.. It’s as if you got his attention with your antics that morning and you promptly vanished off the face of the earth.

By lunch, he’s described you to at least three different people and all he’s gotten are blank stares. Questioning glances.

That is, until he talks to Anna, a girl in his English class, the class he has lunch during.

She just laughs. “What do you want with her anyway, Gareth?”

Gareth shrugs because he doesn’t even really know the answer to the question she’s just asked. Parts of him want to make sure he didn’t imagine the whole thing. Other parts of him are curious about him.

“If she’s not out behind the cafeteria with the other smokers, she’s in the art classroom… I think.” Anna answers after a few seconds. Gareth walks out into the hallway and he tells himself he’ll leave it alone. He tells himself if you wanted to be found, if you wanted to see him again, you’ll bump into him first.

But as he passes the Art classroom, laughter and the sound of Fleetwood Mac drifts out into the hallway and draws him to a stop at the door. He’s leaning in the doorway and blue eyes scan the classroom. He’s perplexed because he doesn’t see anybody out front.

In the back of the classroom, you’re sitting on a low bookshelf, essentially vibing to Silver Springs as your friends talk back and forth about some party being held out in the woods on Friday night.

When the most powerful part of the song begins, you glare at Molly and Edith, silencing them with your gaze as you start to belt out the lyrics. 

I'll follow you down til' the sound of my voice will haunt you

Give me just a chance

You'll never get away from the sound of the woman that loves you

Time cast a spell on you, but you won't forget me

I know I could've loved you, but you would not let me

I'll follow you down 'til the sound of my voice will haunt you

“Holy shit!”

“Belt it.”

“Girl.. why are you not in choir? We need a singer. It’s a dire need..”

You’ve got your head thrown back and you’re just belting the lyrics at the top of your lungs without a care in the world.  Your feet swing and the heel of your platforms beat light against the cabinet below the counter you sit on. Your eyes are closed through this, you’re just feeling the song. 

Gareth hears you belting out the song towards the back of the classroom and he’s torn for a second, hesitating in the open doorway. He knows he should walk away, go to lunch and stop looking for you in crowds like he has been most of the day. Common sense tells him that if you wanted to be found, he’d have seen you at least once in the hall by now.

He comes to a stop as he catches sight of you and three other girls he recognizes from various classes he’s had with them over the years and he gets to watch as you thrash your head around and sing “I’ll follow you down ‘til the sound of my voice will haunt you.” with your head thrown back and your eyes squeezed shut as if you’ve felt every single line in the song playing.

Adeline spots him and nudges another girl, Molly.

“What do you want, Emerson?”

At the mention of his last name, your eyes pop open and you lower your head, locking eyes with Gareth Emerson, the boy from the hallway this morning. You give him this grin that starts at one corner of plump red stained lips and slowly, lazily, it spreads to the other. “Oh hey, there’s my hero!” somehow, your grin gets brighter.

And there’s this playful twinkle in your eyes that has his cheeks on fire. He shifts his weight from one foot to the other and gives a little wave. And the amount of sass in that little gesture has you laughing soft, the sound makes him smile before he even realizes that it’s happening and he’s doing it.

You slip off the counter and saunter over, stopping still in front of him. “It was too loud in here, huh?” and you’re giving him this coy little pout as you say it, your fingers walking up the front of his plaid and lingering on the Van Halen patch that’s coming loose at a corner. 

Gareth’s brain is frozen, words will not leave his mouth.

“If it’s too loud in here, he could’ve just kept walking.” Molly gives Gareth a scathing glare. Gareth rolls his eyes at Molly and he starts to respond with his own sarcastic comment, but instead, he just lets it go.

“You’re uh.. You’re really good.. At singing, I mean.” Gareth manages to mumble at last. You shrug it off and laugh softly, all while shaking your head. “Am not.” and after you toy with the loose corner of the Van Halen patch just a second longer, you make yourself look up at him. Bite your lip a second or two. Blue eyes fix intently on the way you’re biting your lip. And the little playful pouty thing you’re doing.

He has the passing thought that you’re flirting with him but as quick as the thought comes, he’s shoving it out again. Because no girl in her right mind flirts with one of the school freaks.

“It’s the song. It’s a spell. Or so I’ve heard.” you want to punch yourself in the throat as the words leave your mouth. The goal here was to come off as mysterious. Rebellious. Unbothered. Untouchable by the typical high school bullshit you’re forced to endure day in and day out.

Gareth chuckles quietly. It covers up the groan that almost comes when he realizes that apparently, in the space of seconds, one of you or the other has stepped much closer and now, as a result, your bodies are brushing against each other and all he can smell is strawberry and decadent vanilla as it hangs in the air between you both heavily.

“A spell, huh? That’s uh.. Interesting.” he can’t think of anything else to say. Meanwhile, Molly, Adeline, Edith and Maria are pushing past, hurrying to the door of the classroom to escape the thickening tension in the air.

“We’re going to lunch.” Molly announces. "The air is.. weird in here now." “So go to lunch.. You guys don’t like.. Need your hand held to do it.” you laugh, waving them away dismissively. Molly gives Gareth one last scathing glare and Gareth returns the glare without hesitation. And you catch the little glare, laughing softly to yourself about it. “Molly’s a pill.”

“Yeah, that’s uh.. That’s one way to put it.” Gareth mumbles, wanting the floor to open and swallow him whole when he says it. You’ve got your eyes trained on the front of his plaid shirt and you’re lightly clutching at it with your fingers.

You’re wearing red nail polish, he notices, and it’s chipping. Kind of makes him think you have a nail-biting habit. Wisely, he doesn’t say this out loud.

“You’re not going to eat?” he asks quietly.

You wrinkle your nose. “Depends. Smelled like road kill and shit when I walked out into the hallway a few minutes ago.. If they have salad?” you tilt your head, giving him a hopeful little look as you say it. Gareth clears his throat and shuffles his feet, redistributing the weight from one foot to the other.

He’s not a tall guy, not even slightly. Nearly every guy in school towers over him. But somehow, the fact that you come up to the center of his chest..does something to him. Something he’s better off not thinking about a whole lot, but it goes without saying.

“You smell really, really good. Clean.” you want to kick yourself when you realize you’ve said it out loud, in a dazed tone at that. Gareth snickers but his cheeks burn up all over again. He raises a hand and your eyes catch on long and thin fingers and you bite down on your lip and watch as thin fingers tangle in thick curls. His hair looks like it’d be soft to touch and every part of you wants to know if this is the case or not.

But the pause is awkward and lingering and it’s driving you crazy. And even though you don’t want to step away from the guy, you know that sooner or later, you’ll have to. You nod to the  classroom door in front. “So uh… Food?  You mentioned food?”

“Oh.. yeah. I did.” he wants to punch himself in the face. ,, This shit, man.. This shit is why you never really attempt socialization.”  the thought comes and he shakes his head, annoyed with himself.

As the two of you wander out into the hallway, Jason Carver and his friends happen to be walking past. And naturally, Jason can’t just let him walk by without trying to regain the upper hand.

“Hey.. why don’t you let one of us show you around school, little girl?”

“Novel idea here, but why don’t you go fuck yourself, ape?” you retort, all with the sweetest smile you can manage on your face and one hand wound in your thick mess of long and wild hair. “Gareth can show me where things are.”

Gareth smirks as he happens to lock eyes with Jason and sees Jason seething in it.

As they start to walk away, you can’t resist what comes out. “You should’ve knocked him unconscious this morning with the book.” 

But his only takeaway from any of this is somehow, you already know his name and he has not one clue what yours is. As the two of you approach the Hellfire table, Jeff nearly chokes on the sip of Tab he’s just taken. And Ethan is quick to grab another chair, shove it next to Gareth’s as he gives Gareth a shit-eating grin. You flop down in the seat and Gareth takes his usual chair. 

“Hi.” you’re greeted by curious gazes from around the table. And you’re not the best at dealing with more than one or two people -smaller groups, at a time, so… You just kind of sit there, one leg tucked beneath you and your shoes resting below the chair you’re sitting in. You drag your spoon through the Trix yogurt you’d grabbed in the lunch line. And as you raise the spoon to your lips, Jeff speaks up, giving Gareth a pointed look.

“Are you gonna introduce your new friend, Gare?”

You laugh. “He would if he knew my name.” you’re only teasing, of course. Gareth grumbles, it’s something sarcastic about you being the one who’s been talking to him for nearly fifteen minutes by now and not one time have you introduced yourself and you snicker even more.

“Aww, you’re just a total grump, huh?” you say it in this overly teasing tone that both Ethan and Jeff pick right up on and they’re sharing a look across the table. 

“My name is ___. Call me whatever though, really doesn’t matter.” you shrug and dig your spoon into your yogurt.

“Hey, don’t you live in that house right next door to the Creel house?” Mike asks as he gazes at you. You laugh and nod. “What’s the deal with that place anyway, huh?”

“Uh, well for one, it’s haunted.”

“That shit’s not real, Ethan, grow up.” Gareth grumbles, rolling his eyes. “It’s just abandoned. Guy lost his mind and murdered his entire family. Ghosts do not exist. The house isn’t haunted.”

You cringe. “Ick. Alright then.” you take another bite of yogurt and Gareth’s gaze lingers on the way the spoon disappears between your lips. And just to tease him a little, you laugh and ask, “How do you know ghosts don’t exist though, Gareth?”

“Because they just don’t.” Gareth argues back. Leaning into you like you’ve leaned into him. You pout a little and shake your head. “Maybe they do, though. Do you have proof they don’t, Gareth?”

“Science? Logic?” Gareth argues back, taking a bite of his cheeseburger. You burst into laughter and take one of your napkins, dabbing at the corner of his mouth. “You uh.. Ketchup, dude. You had ketchup.”

Dustin speaks up next because if he doesn’t, the tension between you and Gareth will choke them all. “So.. where’d you move here from?”

You laugh. “New Orleans, actually.”

“And that explains the accent.” Gareth mumbles, mostly to himself. You give him a light shove and roll your eyes. “Hey, mister. You have one too. Trust me. You guys sound just as weird t’ me, hon.”

It hits Jeff that you’re wearing a Black Sabbath tee shirt and he chuckles. “Sabbath fan, huh? You don’t look like the type.”

“Why the hell not?” you ask, pouting and laughing softly as you quickly explain that you were only joking just now. “But seriously, now I’m curious. What type do I look like?”

From behind you, Andy from your homeroom -and a serious thorn in your side since the first day you started Hawkins High, let it be noted- speaks up. “The type of girl who shouldn’t be sitting with these freaks. You don’t belong over here at their table, sweets.”

“I dunno, man.” you glance up at Andy over your shoulder and roll your eyes, “ Kind of feels like I’m better off sitting here than anywhere near you. Call them freaks again, jackass. I dare you.”

“You do realize that this is the opposite of fitting in, right? And you wanna fit in don’t ya, doll?”

“Ew. Disgusting.” you grimace as he calls you a doll for the thousandth time in a week. “Why are you even over here, ugh.. Go away.”

Mike is snickering when he leans in to whisper into Will’s ear, “This is amusing.”

“It is.”

As all this happens, Gareth is sitting beside you, fist clenching tighter and tighter around his fork. When Andy opens his mouth again to say something, Gareth turns halfway in his seat so that he’s facing Andy and he can look in his eyes. “Look, asshole. She said she doesn’t want to talk to you. Maybe fuck off already? Or are you really that bad at taking hints?”

You swallow hard and shift in your seat when Gareth takes on the firm tone and tells Andy to get lost. You’re leaning against Gareth’s side just a little because someone’s come over to the table to talk to Jeff and Ethan and they squeezed in between where you’re sitting and where Jeff is sitting, so this forces you to get closer to Gareth just to make space. As your soft hair brushes against his arm, Gareth grips the edge of the table in front of him.

“What’d you say to me, you little shit?” Andy’s leaning down. Trying to get in Gareth’s face and you roll your eyes before speaking up. “Well, my question is answered.”

Andy’s gaze settles on you and he chuckles. “What? Who the real man is? Clearly it’s me, darlin.”

“No, I was actually wondering if you’re all as equally smooth-brained as that other idiot Jason. Now I know. Yes. You are.”

“You’re a mouthy little bitch, aren’t you?” Andy pops off, glancing at Gareth as he nods at you, “You might want to tell your girl to watch her mouth when she’s talking to me.”

The fork Gareth’s gripping in his hand snaps and when he speaks up it’s calm. Deathly calm. “For the last fucking time.. She told you to get lost. Get lost or you won’t like what happens.”

Andy realizes that the last time he’s seen Gareth this angry, it was 7th grade. Right before Gareth Emerson beat his ass in front of everyone at the park in town after school. And he smirks to save face. “Like you’re gonna do somethin’, freak.”

“He already did, idiot. Or did you forget 7th grade?” Ethan speaks up, amusement glinting in his eyes as he fixes them on the jock. Andy tenses up, flinching as if he’s been slapped. Jeff chuckles. “Our point exactly, man.. Save yourself and go.”

Andy walks away and you let out a ragged breath. “Finally. I thought he wasn’t gonna leave.”

Gareth fixes blue eyes on you. “You need to stop antagonizing them, damn it.” and the firm tone he chooses to use has Ethan and Jeff sharing a look, their brows raised because they’ve never really heard their best friend use that particular tone before. You pout a little and take a sip of your juice box, finishing it off. “‘Kay. Fine.. So I can just stab him in the eyeball with my fork next time?”

“No! Just leave those fucks alone, alright?” Gareth tries to but he can’t hide the slightest hint of panic when he has the outburst. Or the firm tone he’s used yet again.

You pout a little. “Fiiiiine.” you drag out the word and blow at hair as it falls into your face, muttering in a quieter tone, “Killjoy.”

“Look. You don’t know them like we do, alright? Just trust me. Antagonizing them is not a good idea.”

“He’s not wrong. They chased me and my friends home after school one day like they were going to run us down on our bikes in Jason’s Jeep.. and they were all laughing about it. Sane people don’t do that.” Dustin explains before going quiet.

As Eddie Munson saunters over, Gareth’s entire body tenses up. Jeff spots Eddie and calls out with a laugh, “You finally drag your ass to school, Munson?”

Eddie nods at you and mouths to Jeff, “Who the hell is she? Why is she sitting here?” and Jeff mouths back that he’ll tell him later.

Eddie’s smirking though, and there’s a mischievous gleam in doe eyes. “Gareth? You gonna introduce us to your new friend, man?”

You’re covertly slipping french fries off of Gareth’s plate like you’ve been doing for the better part of two minutes when Eddie clears his throat to get your attention. Gareth gives you a dirty look for helping yourself to his fries and you stick out your tongue at Gareth before glancing over at Eddie where he sits. “Yeah?”

“So.. do you have a name, sweetheart?”

“ ____. Call me whatever, though. Except sweetheart.”

Eddie chuckles. Rubs his chin thoughtfully as he glances from Gareth to you and smirks at Gareth. Gareth glares at Eddie, daring him to start his usual teasing and torment shit that he always does in these situations. Eddie merely shrugs.

“Sabbath fan, huh?”

“Noooo.. I just thought the shirt looked cool.” you deadpan, popping the top on your can of soda as you hold Eddie’s gaze and smirk. Then you grin and nod. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding.. Yeah. They’re only my fourth?” you’re pausing, holding up your fingers and mumbling band names under your breath before grinning, “They’re my fifth favorite band.”

“Wait.. you named off all metal.”

“And?” you don’t miss a beat. “Something wrong with that?”

“Not at all.” Eddie shrugs. As soon as you’re preoccupied with a conversation Jeff starts with you about your old hometown and the lack of things to do there, Eddie leans into Gareth and chuckles. “Interesting..”

“What?” Gareth raises a brow, glaring at his best friend. “What’s interesting, Eddie?”

Eddie only laughs and shakes his head. “Nothing, Gare. Nothing at all.”

“I hate it when you do that shit, fuckhead.” Gareth rolls his eyes and grumbles.

“Lies. You love me, man. You know it and I know it.” Eddie chuckles. Rubbing his chin thoughtfully as Gareth turns his attention back to you. Eddie smirks to himself as he sits and watches Gareth watching you while you’re not looking, carrying on an animated conversation.

You talk with your hands a lot.

The realization has Gareth chuckling to himself. 

,, She’s fucking stunning.. But the stunning girls don’t go for freaks.” the reminder wipes the little smile he had right off his face.

Someone mentions Corroded Coffin and your eyes light up. “You guys have a band?” you’re suddenly staring at Gareth intently, drawing him out of his own battle with pessimism. “No way.”

Gareth shrugs. Smirks a little. “I’m the drummer, actually.” 

“Oooh.. I thought you were a drummer.”

You want to kick yourself when you say it.

Because he hasn’t noticed you in the last class of the day.. But you noticed him two days ago. Kind of hard not to when his go to habit when he’s bored and pretending to pay attention is to drum his pens softly against the top of his desk. You’d noticed him when you were trying to look around, see who kept making the little sound you were hearing behind you. 

“How?”

“We uh.. We have 7th together. You drum your pens when you’re bored.” you pout a little as you say it too. Gareth’s mouth opens and then closes again.

“Wait.. you’re in my 7th class?”

“Mhm.”

“How’d I not know that?” he chuckles quietly. You shrug. “To be fair, I can be really quiet when I choose.”

“Uh-huh, right.”

You flip him off playfully.

The bell to end lunch rings and the two of you stand up at the same time. Pushed to a close proximity as you begin to migrate towards the area designated to put away lunch trays. You don’t move away, you move closer instead. Because there’s so many people and so much noise and maybe.. Just maybe.. Even if you’d never admit it, Gareth Emerson being beside you makes you feel just a little less aware of the crowd and the noise and all the things that freak you out.

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