#me: let me just write this exact same scenario but a little to the left

[pasta-in-the-pudding]

Thank youuu, maayybbee a comforting headcanons about your choice of Creepypasta with a reader who is like uh like really really tired in all sort of ways that they won’t cooperate in anything, mind being so nice to give them a whole slideshow of their messed up childhood and

Y’know just a really fucked out reader

Sorry if it’s y’know too much or anything, you can do it whenever you want!

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Ticci Toby

He understands that sometimes, everything is too much and your brain just kind of shuts down

But he is also a very anxious person

So when he sees you laying in bed, the exact same position you were in when he left in the morning, he gets a little concerned

Have you moved at all? Have you eaten? Drank anything? Taken a shower?

But he respects your privacy and doesn't ask you about it, assuming maybe you just wanted a lazy day to yourself

So he brings his dinner up to you that night, sharing just in case this is in fact the first you've eaten all day

And when you continue this behavior the next day, he begins to panic

The other creeps know something's up too, or at least, E.J does, because once Toby gets home E.J approaches him about it

"Hey, I asked y/n to clean the equipment they used in the gym last time and they just said no. They also seemed pretty lethargic, barely moving or breathing at all. Nothing to worry about right now, but it is concerning."

And with that, he walks off, seemingly not even wanting an answer, just wanting to give Toby a heads up

So once again, Toby goes to your room once again, seeing that you still haven't moved

"You haven't moved." He says

"Mhm" you respond absently, scrolling on your phone

"Have you eaten today?" He asks, beginning to get nervous

"Mhm" you respond once more, though it's not a real response it's just one to make him happy

"Um. EJ said you didn't want to clean the gym equipment you used?" He fidgets with his fingers now, picking at the dry skin

"Mhm" Is the only thing you say, and the only thing you're going to say he realizes

So he comes to sit on the bed next to you, moving some of your hair out of your face (if you have any, if you don't he rubs your back) "Are you ok? You can talk to me, you know? I love you"

This seems to trigger something in you, because instantly a flood of tears happens

This startles him, but he continues to comfort you nonetheless

He pulls you up and drapes your arms over his shoulders, while his go around your body, rubbing your back and head

He doesn't talk because he doesn't want to overwhelm you, so he silently rubs you and kisses you until your sobs turn into sniffles

"Let me take care of you tomorrow?" He asks, pulling away to look into your eyes

You pull him back into the hug and nod "please"

Jeff The Killer

Jeff doesn't really know how to deal with his own emotions, let alone someone else's

So when he sees you in a funk, he decides to just leave you alone and let you deal with it yourself, because he doesn't trust himself enough to actually help instead of hurt

But this of course, it seen as him leaving you in your time of need from your perspective

So this only makes matters worse, causing you to snap at others for small things, like when Toby accidentally bumps into you while you are on the way to get another snack

He of course, apologizes profusely, but it just isn't your day so you yell at him and tell him to be more careful next time

When Jeff gets home, Toby is talking about the incident with another creep

Not in a malicious way, but in a concerned way

This peaks Jeff's interest "What are you saying about my partner over there??"

"I'm just worried is all. They totally blew up after I accidentally bumped into them" Toby says, putting his hands up defensively

Jeff scoffs and rolls his eyes, already tired of the mood you're in

So he goes up to your room and walks in angrily saying "Why are you being such a dick? What'd Toby ever do to you?"

You don't feel like arguing, so you snuggle further into your bed

He laughs at this "Seriously? You're gonna ignore me? Listen dude, I don't know who you think you are but I really don't like this fucking color on you. Fix your attitude before I fix it for you" And with that he slams your door

Next day, you bump into each other in one of the hallways, and he tries to talk to you obviously seeing you still upset, but you push past him

Or at least try to

He quickly catches you and pins you against a wall "Just listen to me, won't you?!" he yells

This is all too much for you, so you begin to cry, bowing your head so maybe he won't see it

He softens at this, loosening his grip and looking at you confusedly "Why....why are you crying?"

"Why are you being so mean to me??" You ask as you sob

He sighs and brings you into a tight hug "Ok.....Ok tell me how long you've been upset"

"A long time!" You say truthfully "It's not even about Toby!"

"Why didn't you say anything??" He asks, cradling your head against his shoulder

You grip onto his chest and try to catch your breath before talking "Because you left and I thought you didn't want to see me!" You whine in a fast, high pitched voice

Despite this, he seems to catch every word "No, baby, baby....I always wanna see you I just didn't wanna hurt you...." He whispers into your head

"But you did!" You say into his shoulder

"I know....I'm sorry" He rubs your back a bit before kissing your head

"....really?" you sniffle

"Yeah" He pulls away and lifts your head to kiss your forehead, before pulling you back into the hug

You are quiet for a while, standing in the hallway and holding each other before you finally break the silence "it did feel good to cry"

He snorts and pulls away "Well I'm glad you liked it, because now I have snot and spit all over my hoodie"

You smile and kiss his nose "You love it"

Ben Drowned

Barely moving himself, he probably won't notice for a little bit

But when he does, he just assumes you're in a lazy mood, So he tries to snuggle up with you in bed

You flip over, avoiding his touch which makes him raise an eyebrow "Hey, you ok? It's cool if you just wanna be alone but this isn't like you"

"I'm fine" you say quickly

"....oookay.....do you want me to leave you alone?" He asks, his face changing from confused to concerned

You don't answer for a long while, but when you finally do you say "no"

"ok" he says simply, staying to his own side of the bed while he plays video games

Eventually, you begin to cry softly, and you flip back over to snuggle into his chest, wrapping your arms and legs around him like a koala

He looks at you for a moment before putting the game aside for a second and petting your head "I thought you said you were ok?"

You shake your head and cling harder

"Alright, c'mere" he says, pulling you up into his lap and putting your head in the crook of his neck

You try to hide your face away in his shoulder, but he grabs your chin before you get the chance "Hold still, I wanna kiss you" he says

With this, he kisses anywhere he can reach, eventually letting you drop your head back onto his shoulder while he grabs onto your arm and kisses from your shoulder all the way down to the tips of your fingers

Once he is done, he looks down at you, seeing that you are now only sniffling he uses a knuckle to wipe away any remaining tears "now are you ok?"

You nod and wrap your arms around his neck, kissing his cheek "Good. I like seeing you happy"

He then pecks your lips and hands you another controller, so that you can play the previously discarded game together

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zukka ficlet - knee pain 1.6k

“Bleeding hog monkeys,” Sokka cursed through gritted teeth as the leather strap on his knee brace finally snapped off. It had been weakened in their last fight with Fire Nation stragglers. A few groups were less than excited about the new fire lord’s orders—aka, to stop the attempt at world domination—and had finally decided to fight back. The gaang had been traveling the past few months to subdue them. Sokka insisted he was going to help, even though his knee, still wounded from falling during their fight with the airships, wasn’t as agreeable than his mind. Putting aside his slight lack of speed and faulty reactions in battle, it was causing him insurmountable pain. He had engineered a knee brace to help, and it had reduced the stress on his joints and allowed him to fight closer to his previous abilities, but the brace was now nothing more than a tattered mess of singed leather and half melted buckles.

Sokka balled up the frayed array of straps and chuckled it into the river he was sitting next to—an action that sent pain clambering up his leg, and making him yelp with a certain high pitched sound that certainly wasn’t manly.

“Sokka?”

Sokka immediately flinched into upright position. “Z-Zuko,” he chirped, attempting to casually lean against the rock he was standing near as Zuko emerged from the woods. “Fire Lord Zuko. To what do I owe the pleasure?”

Zuko rolled his eyes and walked up. “I told you to stop calling me that." He came to a stop in front of him, and Sokka couldn't help but admire him. His hair was getting even longer now, and it suited him.

It had been quite some time since the coronation. Lots of time together, working to undo the damage his father had done. Both by his side in the fire nation as his ambassador, and now, traveling again. So much had changed, and while he certainly looked more regal now, with his long hair and patterned robes, he still made Sokka's heart race like he had at boiling rock all that time ago. Perhaps even more so, as they'd continued to get closer as they worked—

"Dinner’s almost gone, and you weren’t back yet.” A teasing smile played at Zuko's lips, despite his attempts to appear stoic and wise. “I thought you were stuck in a hole.”

“Hey!” Sokka said, with an accusing wave of his finger. “You weren’t there for that.”

“Toph told me,” Zuko said. “Several times.”

Sokka clicked his tongue in embarrassment, feeling his cheeks warm. Damn Toph. In an attempt to make up for her and Zuko’s lack of a life-changing bonding trip, she’d taken to telling any story that made Zuko laugh—and most of those tended to be at Sokka’s expense.

“But I see you’re above ground,” Zuko said, his golden eyes passing over Sokka, seeming to glow in the dim light. “And in one piece. So what’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong,” Sokka said with a fake lofty air.  

“You’re missing dinner,” Zuko said. “And it’s pig hen, your favorite.”

He never could get anything past him.

Sokka sighed in defeat and blew air to move a strand of hair from his face. “My knee hurts. I was trying to fix the brace, and I couldn’t, so it’s going to hurt more until I can get materials to make a new one.”

“You told Katara it didn’t hurt.” The words came in Zuko’s standoffish deadpan. Sometimes it was hard to tell when Zuko was just stating a fact in his rough voice or when he was being belligerent.

“Yeah, well. She’s having fun with Aang tonight. They’re all gross and obnoxiously lovey-dovey.” His looked away, at anything other than Zuko’s intense expression. Maybe if he studied the ants on the ground enough it would teleport him out of this conversation. “I’m not going to ruin that by making her bend water over my knee for an hour and then be all worried after.” He shook his head, and then met Zuko’s eyes again with what he hoped was a convincing smile. “It’s fine.”

Zuko’s stare was unnervingly sharp. Deadly. It was similar to the look he used to give them when they were about to fight, or the look he gave conniving fire lord generals who were faithful to his father’s old ways. Like he was really fucking angry and the only thing stopping him from setting things ablaze was Iroh’s voice in his head telling him to breathe.

But in an instant, it was gone.

“I’ll do it,” Zuko said curtly.

Sokka snorted. “You’ll do what?”

“I’ll work on your knee.”

“Yeah, thanks, but I don’t need my skin melted. When I do, I’ll give you a call.”

“Pain relief,” Zuko corrected, glaring at him like it should have been obvious that Zuko wasn't suggesting amputation by agonizing flame. “I’ve been…working on it. Uncle said the elements can learn from each other, so I figured there must be a way. I know your knee has been hurting so…I’ve been practicing.” He nervously rubbed the back of his hair. “It will help. Make it feel better, if only for a bit.”

Sokka blinked, staring at him with wide eyes. Zuko did all that for him? For him?

But Zuko’s pointed gaze snapped back to him, making Sokka’s heart flinch.

“It isn’t a choice. Either you do it with me or you ask Katara.” He stalked forward, almost threateningly, making Sokka take a half step back. “It would have been in a better place by now if you had rested at first. You can’t keep hurting yourself and pretending like it doesn’t matter—”

“Okay,” Sokka said, putting his hands up with a gentle laugh. Only Zuko would show he cared by trying to intimidate Sokka into taking care of himself. “Okay, we’ll do it.” He snorted, trying to offset the real emotions he was feeling with a joke. “What am I gonna do, run away from you?”

Zuko’s eyes narrowed. “That’s not funny.”

Sokka blinked. Maybe it would have been funnier if he hadn’t landed on his bad knee after saving Zuko from an arrow, but that was neither here nor there.

So he gave in and sat down, awkwardly, not knowing exactly how to react at what was about to happen.

Zuko knelt in front of him, which was already an image that made Sokka’s head spin, and then he rolled up Sokka’s pant leg, making Sokka’s entire body tense in embarrassment. But he didn’t stop him. He was just relieved that Zuko was so concentrated on his knee that he wasn’t noticing how much Sokka was blushing.

Zuko did a small motion with his hand, and flames erupted from his palm. But he concentrated, his eyes narrowed, and the bright orange fire subsided into a snaking ring that began to spin, controlled and glowing. It almost…moved like water.

Zuko placed it above Sokka’s knee, enough so the warmth radiated across his skin but didn’t burn.

Sometimes Sokka couldn’t fathom it. That someone he used to hate, sometimes even fear, was now someone he trusted so completely he’d allow him to not only bend next to him, but use it to help him, now, when he was vulnerable.

The heat was intense. Not unpleasant, but intense. Almost like it was blocking out the pain as it radiated up his leg, settling in his chest.

He let out a sigh, slowly settling into the position as the tension seeped from his shoulders. He hadn’t felt this painless in…a long time.

“I…I never did say thank you,” Zuko murmured. Zuko’s lashes were long, eyes downcast as he worked the flames under his hands. “For earlier.”

“You better not be doing this because you feel guilty,” he said. “Because I’ve saved your life about a hundred times by now. With that logic, you’ll be doing me favors until we’re both old men.”

Zuko chuckled. It was a low, good sound. A sound that made Sokka feel like he won a prize every time he earned it. A sound that made Sokka want to drop everything else and just focus on making Zuko smile.

“Gladly,” Zuko said with a low smile. “I’d do pretty much anything for you, Sokka.”

Sokka stilled, everything else fading from his view as he met Zuko’s golden eyes.

“But I’m not doing this out of guilt,” he continued. The heat pressed on, and the pain was gone from his mind. “I’m doing this so you don’t stubbornly give yourself chronic pain. Because I care about your knee,” he said. The flames dimmed, but his hand still glowed, and he slowly placed his palm against his knee. Sokka could feel the heat, and his heart was squeezing in his chest—

“And I care about you.”

His hand was still there. It was a marvel that Sokka’s brain was still functioning enough to form the thought that Zuko’s hand was on his knee as he stared up at him, saying that he cared about him.

Now. He should tell him he loves him now, right now, before he lost his nerve, again—

“Zuko, I…”

“We should get back,” Zuko said with a breeziness that Aang would have been proud of, and Sokka felt a rush of cold air as Zuko’s hand left him. Zuko stood, brushing himself off.

Sokka’s stomach dropped with a mixture of alarm and disappointment as the moment went up in smoke before his eyes. “Thanks,” he managed to blurt out.

“No problem,” he said. “Just one of the hundred of favors I owe you, right?”

“Right,” Sokka said in a faint voice. He let out a nervous, bubbling laugh. “We’ll have to grow old together just so you have time to make it all even.”

“Wouldn’t want it any other way.” Zuko smiled warmly. Of course it was warm. Everything about Zuko was warm.

Spirits. This would be the death of him, wouldn’t it? Loving this man who was so dense he would never catch onto any of Sokka’s flirting, and being so helplessly and terrifyingly in love he’d rather take an arrow to the heart than risk ruining their friendship? Was this just his fate now?

He stood, and subsequently staggered, his legs wobbly from a reason completely different than the pain from earlier, but Zuko steadied him. His warm hands holding his arm, the other on the small of his back, and he was so close that Sokka could smell the scent of smoke that followed him.

“You good?” Zuko’s voice was tinged with concern, sparking in his ear. “Is it still in pain?”

“No,” Sokka said quickly. “Just getting…used to it. It feels better. It feels great. I-I can’t wait for you to do it again.” Please.

Zuko blinked, some unreadable shock in his eyes at the words that had just tumbled from Sokka’s mouth, but his smile twitched onto his face. “I’m glad it worked,” he said. “And I can carry you. If it helps.”

Sokka’s face lit up in a blush and he smacked Zuko’s chest. “I do not need you to carry me.” I certainly couldn’t handle you carrying me. “Just…this. This is enough.”

Zuko readjusted, allowing Sokka to hold onto his forearm, the two slowly making their way back to camp. The pain from his knee was distant as he talked to Zuko about the earlier battles, relishing in ever laugh that he got.

Yeah.

This would be enough.

#zukka fic #zukka fanfic #zukka #myfic #me: let me just write this exact same scenario but a little to the left #kdjsdfk #chronic pain cw

[saekkas]

𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆-𝐖𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍

summary: in which you go camping with the blue lock boys whilst having to deal with their shenanigans and your own feelings towards them.

includes: isagi, nagi, reo, yukimiya, rin, sae, kunigami, kaiser, karasu, bachira, aiku.

notes: i had to take a break halfway into writing the second scenario. my heart couldn't take it.

𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅𝐅 𝐀𝐒 𝐂𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐌𝐒𝐘 and uses it to his advantage! is the type to forget packing his tent and sleeping bag (intentional or not? remains to be seen) but makes up for it by being super sweet and a complete gentleman.

isagi, reo, yukimiya.

"hey, here let me help carry that!"

"no. it's okay, i can-"

your words fall into deaf ears as he snatches the twigs and branches away from your hand. you watch with an exasperated sigh as he holds them in his left, his right holding fishing equipment that includes rods, nets, and bait. he's swaying on his feet, trying his best not to slip on the muddy landscape as it's just rained, and you hide a smile from his very sweet antics.

"you're going to fall if you keep this up."

the air is breezy, wind picking up the small leaves on the ground. small droplets of rain fall from high treetops as the birds start chirping, and the forest seemingly comes alive. looking at the sky above, you marvel at its colors, watching as the sun starts to set, leaving hues of orange, purple, and blue as its parting gift for the world.

up ahead is your campsite, one you've built just hours ago. it isn't much, built by two amateurs intent on spending a night away from the hustle-and-bustle of the city life. the wind blows against your face as you take in your little haven for the night: a medium sized tent that can fit up to three people decorated with fairy lights, and two foldable chairs sit upfront.

"no worries, i can do it. we're close anyway."

your eyes move to take him in, hair damp for the natural shower with beads of sweat rolling down the side of his head. he looks like a mess, breathtakingly so.

he sends you a blinding grin followed by a thumbs up as he surveys the pathway of stones you'll both have to climb to reach your designated spot. "oh man," he groans, swiping a hand across his forehead, "why did we set camp so far up?"

"because we want to be in a place far away from the bears and foxes?" you chuckle, using the same exact words he said only hours ago before sending him a look. "you wouldn't be so tired if you'd just let me help. c'mon. let me carry the fish, at least."

"the fish are slimy and they squirm a lot." he raises an eyebrow at your request, shaking his head with a frown. "you might fall."

"then let me hold onto the equipment. they aren't slimy and they don't move."

"yeah but they're long. you might trip over them."

"let me hold the firewood then," you offer with a hopeful smile, "they're still, they aren't slimy, and they fit right into my hands."

"you might poke an eye out if you hold onto them."

he's been like this the whole day. it started in the morning when you were just about to leave for the trip. at first, it was the little things. he offered to help carry things like snacks, luggage, or the portable stove. it got worse when you arrived. he insisted on doing every single thing, from setting up the tent to unloading the things from the car, refusing any of your help. he even offered to carry you when it started raining, not wanting you to get wet.

"okay. that's enough." the wind picks up and it's silent for a few moments until another light shower hits. you cross your hands in front of your chest, huffing as a strand falls onto your face. "either you let me help or we stay here under the rain until tomorrow."

he says your name with a shy mutter, quickly glancing over at your expression to determine whether you're being serious. "i- just don't want you to get hurt?" the answer comes out as more of a question and he winces at his own nervousness.

his eyes flicker back to yours for a second before he sighs, walking over to hand you the fishing equipment. "there," he sheepishly scratches the back of his neck. "we should go before you catch a cold."

"before we catch a cold," you correct, holding out a hand for him to hold.

"before we catch a cold," he mimics your words with a slight laugh, taking your hand before starting to climb the pathway. he mumbles be careful and watch your step, don't want you to slip several times as he keeps his eye on you the whole way back. when you finally reach the top, he tugs you into him to press a small kiss on your forehead.

"good job," he smiles shyly before he all but runs into the tent. "hurry up! before you catch a cold."

you dash under the tent and into his waiting arms with a mad grin.

"so what's with the princess treatment?" you ask with a quirked eyebrow as you pat yourself dry with a towel. "not that i mind but it's more than what i'm used to."

"ah. well. i just didn't want you hurting yourself," he says with a blush creeping up his neck as he runs a hand through his slightly wet hair. "and i- i still feel bad for this morning."

taking in his words, you fidget in your spot as butterflies start to flap in your belly, your heart warming from his intentions. "wait. this morning?" you ask with a tilt of your head, a curious expression your face. "what- oh! the sleeping bags, you mean?"

"yes." the blush intensifies further, crawling up his cheeks. "i still feel bad for forgetting my sleeping bag."

"well, i told you that i don't mind sharing mine." you shrug your shoulders, punching his shoulder playfully. "it isn't like we haven't slept in the same bed before."

"the last time we slept on the same bed was 10 years ago. in 3rd grade," he deadpans with a wince before turning around to face the opposite side of the tent.

you watch as he strips off his shirt, your eyes trailing down his bare back. he doesn't seem to notice, intent on changing into a fresh set of clothes. "well hey, who knows?" you add with a cheeky smile as you tease, "maybe you did it on purpose so that you can sleep with me again."

he groans, his blush threatening to envelop his whole face. "you're horrible. i told you, it was an accident. i left it by the door because i was in a rush to leave," he pouts.

"okay. i believe you." you giggle at him, watching with soft eyes as he zips up the tent, lighting the fairy lights surrounding the inside of your tent. "i'm just saying that i don't mind either way."

you listen to the sounds of nature, the soft chirping of crickets and the howls of the wind. you listen to the rustle of fabric as he prepares the sleeping bag. and you sigh, flustering as the thought of spending a night in the same sleeping bag as your childhood best friend and crush finally dawns on you.

"it's ready. do you want to slip in first?" he asks as he finally finishes dismantling the fabric, nodding at you with a shy smile. "it'll be a tight fit, though. are you sure-"

"yes." you cut him off as you shuffle into the sleeping bag, pinning him in place with your eyes. "i told you. i don't want you to freeze in your sleep, so please get into the bag with me and shut up."

"okay. okay," he chuckles as he raises his hands as a sign of surrender. "who knew you could be so bossy?"

you bite your lip and do your best to help him fit in by wrapping your hands around yourself. a minute later, he's in the sleeping bag with you, his arms and legs bent into awkward positions because of the tight fit.

"hold on," he mumbles as he starts to squirm around. "let me try something."

your heart is beating out of your chest at his proximity, your face warm as he finally settles into a position. he places his chin on your head, his hum reverberating through you. one of his hands lays itself under his head, the other on his hip. you close your eyes, trying to control your heart rate as he slots his feet with yours.

don't be nervous, he's just your childhood friend. your childhood best friend. he doesn't think of you as anything else. stop making this so weird.

"is this okay?"

you don't have the courage to see his face, blindly nodding against his chest. your heart lurches out of your chest, butterflies breaking out into a frenzy as he then wraps a hand around your waist timidly.

"you can tell me if it's not," he mumbles from on top your head, his thumb gently stroking the exposed skin of your hip. "i'll move if.. it's too much."

"no," you answer into his chest, slowly leaning in to press yourself into his warmth as the stiffness bleeds off your limbs. all traces of uncertainty and embarrassment fly out of your brain when he kisses the top of your head. "it's.. perfect. you're very warm."

"i am?" you feel his chest rumble underneath your hands. you feel his breathy laugh against your head. you feel his lips touch your forehead, your eyes closing at the intimacy of the moment. "we won't freeze in our sleep then."

"we won't."

he feels you nod against his chest, your hand gripping the material of his shirt. he stiffens for a moment when one of your hands move to his head, patting and playing with his hair.

he looks down at you, meeting your eyes.

"hi," he smiles shyly.

"hi," you giggle back, entranced by the soft hue reflecting off his face from the fairy lights. you watch as he slowly closes his eyes, leaning down before stopping just inches from your lips. giving you the option to sink or swim.

emboldened by his action, you lean in to reciprocate the kiss.

you both spend the night asleep in each other's arms, waking up the next morning with shy smiles, intertwined hands, and matching bedheads.

𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐀 𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂 but seems like the complete opposite. he looks bored out of his mind to even be participating, probably the type to have an emotionless expression the whole way through. grunts and sighs when asked to join any of the activities. don't be fooled though, he'd do anything just to spend a second alone with you.

RIN, sae, kunigami, nagi.

"thank you for the food!"

cheers ring out in the dining room of the villa, clinking glasses and plates heard throughout. meant as a friendly gathering, you watch with vivid amusement as the group of boys start to dig into their food.

"who knew they were such slobs." you look to your left as he scoffs the words, his eyes filled with poorly disguised annoyance. he ignores your curious eyes, instead choosing to focus on his own plate filled with baby back ribs, mashed potatoes, and grilled corn. "what?" he asks with a muted expression, boredom lacing his features. "do i have something on my face?"

"not at all," you laugh nervously with a shake of your head. internally, you're kicking yourself for staring too long. "was just curious about what you said."

he nods his head, picking up a fork to scoop the mashed potatoes into his mouth. there's a minutely silence, one you fill by eating your own share of food, still watching him from the corner of your eye. he's been nothing but quiet from the start, and you wonder if he's glad that the trip's coming to an end.

"do you have plans for the rest of the night?" you ask, nibbling at the cob. you hum in delight when the sweetness of the corn melts in your mouth.

he snorts at your happy expression, a shadow of a smile appearing on his face. "no," he answers bluntly, his bangs falling into his eyes as he shakes his head. "was planning to head in early."

"but they were planning on lighting the fireworks," you put down your corn, looking at him with a frown. "aren't you going to join? it's our last night here, after all."

he eyes the stray piece of corn in the corner of your lips, his hand itching by his side to swipe it off. "no." he angles his body away from you, stretching across the table to take two glasses of guava juice before he sits back down, placing one in front of you. "not a fan of explosions, you?"

"thank you." your chest warms at his gesture, smiling to show him your gratitude. you take the glass into your hand, lifting it to take a gulp. "me neither. i'm sitting out on this one."

you feel the pinpricks of his stare on the side of your face as you savor the flavor of the fruit. the ice cubes clink against your teeth, and you shiver at the coldness they spread through your body. gulping it down, you lick your lips at the sweetness of the fruit.

"wait," he calls your name in a low tone, and you look to him at the sound. your eyes widen when he leans in, his face right in front of yours, as he swipes his thumb across your bottom lip. your hand clenches into the seat below, trying to ground yourself as he slowly retreats, his eyes on your lips the entire time.

your eyes stray to his lips in return, only to flick up into his eyes. you see them fill with amusement and his lips spread into a small smirk. biting your bottom lip, you watch as he brings his thumb, the one that was just on your lips, into his mouth, tongue peeking out to lick the digit.

"you listening?" you break out of your stupor as he smiles slyly, his eyes glinting. his voice is low, and you feel a shiver run down as it caresses your heart, holding it in his palms with a tight grip, never intending to let go. "you went somewhere there. mind telling me what's on your mind?"

"sorry. i- i was just thinking about how good the food is," you stutter, your eyes locked onto his as the others fade away into a blur. "don't you agree?" you laugh nervously, pinching yourself when his eyes stray to your lips once more. "you were saying?"

"are you planning on sleeping after this?" he repeats himself, slowly turning back to his food with that godawful smirk still on his lips. "or were you thinking of doing something else?"

"i was going to stargaze. the sky should be clear since we're far away from the city." you place a hand on your thigh, pinching the skin, doing anything to stop your heart from beating so fast. you look away from him, trying to shake his gaze and previous words out of your head.

i think i'm going mad is the first thing you think to yourself as the night air blows in your face. it's chilly, yet comforting, guiding you deeper into its embrace. the sky is clear, a dark blue sea dotted with thousands of glimmering stars, twinkling as if saying hello. the ground of the roof you sit on is cold, sending goosebumps across the exposed skin of your legs.

"ah. should've brought a jacket." you sniff, the wind biting at your cheeks but there's a smile on your lips. one of content and happiness. "i'll miss this when we leave," you whisper into the night, tucking your feet into your chest and leaning your head on them.

"i'll miss this too." the sound of his voice startles you, and you look over your shoulder at his approaching frame. you take in the way he walks with his hands in his pockets, a warm, oversized jacket on his back. he nods his head in greeting before he sits himself next to you.

it's quiet for a few seconds and you can't bring yourself to look his way, his previous stunt and words still playing in your head like a broken radio. there's a sound of rustling before he places his sweater on your head. "hey!" you complain, still not looking at him as you take the jacket and cradle it into your chest. "i thought you were going to sleep."

"changed my mind." his reply is simple, short, and you think nothing of it until he adds in, "wanted to spend it with you."

squealing on the inside, you chuck the fabric at his face, which he evades with an amused glint in his eyes. he takes it from the floor, gently brushing off the dust before placing it around your shoulder. like a warm embrace.

you look at him, trying to ignore the heavy fabric on your shoulders that smells and feels exactly like he would.

he offers no explanation, his lips sealed shut as he takes in the view. the silence is calming, like a cup of hot chocolate after playing all day in the snow. it isn't long after that his hand comes to intertwine with yours, tugging you onto his lap like it's nothing. you feel him sigh into your neck, breathing in your scent. he places a soft kiss on your cheek, whispering three words that calls for your heart to do the same.

it feels like coming home.

𝐀 𝐅𝐀𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒. has watched every summer rom com, which he forces you to watch along with him, and is desperate to at least recreate one scene from the classics. thinks that the best friends-to-lovers trope is the best one and is dying to make it happen in his own life.

kaiser, karasu, bachira, aiku.

there's nothing like feeling the air in your hair, the glide of water on your skin, and the smoothness of jagged rocks on the soles of your feet. a water gun is in your hands, and your chest heaves in exertion as you hide behind the bark of an old oak tree. you push your hair out of your face, annoyed by the looseness of your once tight bun, and listen to the pitter patter of feet against water.

"gotcha!" he practically yells as he throws multiple water filled balloons at you, most of them breaking against the tree. "you're horrible at this."

"i am not!" you giggle to match his laughs, running from your hiding spot with your gun pointed at his face. you take aim and smile in satisfaction when it hits straight on, laughing as his grumbles about water getting into his nose. "you're the one horrible at it. i win."

you walk towards him, face smug, with your gun pointed towards his chest. "ready to give up, criminal?"

"criminal, eh?" he asks with his hands raised in surrender, a twinkle in his eye that has you suspicious. you stand your ground, staring as he steps forward to press his chest to the muzzle of your gun. "guess that makes you the goody-two-shoes cop then?"

"it makes me the winner," you say with a raised eyebrow, eyes following the motion of his hand when it swoops down to caress your face. "what are you doing?"

the water from his hand drops onto your cheek and wets your hair as he swipes a fallen strand onto the back of your ear. a droplet slides onto your neck, running down the side of your body, and you shiver as he follows the motion with an unreadable expression on his face.

"sorry got distracted there for a sec." his grin appears just as fast as it disappeared, his eyes trailing down your body as he moves his hand to your hips, squeezing the fat around it. "you're pretty wet already, baby, and i haven't even done anything."

it takes you a minute to process his words. between the hand on your hip, drawing little hearts into your skin, and his pretty eyes, you're swept off to a place far away. at the same time, the wind sweeps down to envelop you both, caressing your bodies with a gentle kiss. if you close your eyes, you could imagine it was his.

"enjoying the view so much you can't speak, hm?" he looks at you with half-lidded eyes, and you watch them trail down from your eyes, down to your nose, and finally onto your lips. "can't blame you. mine's pretty good too." he leans in, eyes closing just a fraction, intent on making this the best moment of your life.

too bad something slimy makes its way past your foot, causing you to screech and jump towards him.

"hey! hey! woah!" the position you landed in isn't ideal. your legs are spread above his hips, making room for his body under yours. your faces are just inches apart, nose touching, and breath mingling with one another. "you okay?"

his hands are back on your hips, this time grounding as he wraps it around your waist. his eyes are filled with concern, his hair as wet as the rest of him is. he surveys your face, looking for signs of panic in your wide eyes. he sends you a sweet smile at last, one of his hands moving to rub gently against your back.

"it's okay. you're okay. you're with me." he lets you rest in the crook of his neck, stroking the back of your head. you can feel his heart beating through his chest, the organ racing against your palm. he tugs you back to meet his eyes, a hand cupping your cheek, as he looks you in the eyes. "that's it. that's better."

the stream is gentle under you. small fish swimming in pods start to gather near your bodies, curious of the two humans interrupting their peace. your body molds with his, your heart screaming to lean in and press a kiss.

"sorry," you mumble as you correct your stance, leaning back to straddle his thighs so he wouldn't be half submerged in water. his hand falls from your back, going back to its original position on your waist.

"it's fine." he brushes away with a chuckle, leaning back on his elbows as he looks at you. his heart is still beating irregularly fast, more so at the sight of you practically on his lap, the sun's halo against your head. you look like you're an angel. his angel.

your eyes go from his hand onto his face, your hand sliding up his chest to sweep away the water splashed onto his face. "you okay?" his silence bothers you, your expression turning into one of worry. "are you hurt?"

"not at all." he watches as you push off him, standing on your own feet. the warmth you exuded disappears with you, as if washed away by the stream, and he has to bite back a frown. this better not be what friend-zone feels like. "it feels nice to have you worry about me, though~"

he watches you roll your eyes with a tender expression. he eyes you, trying to sear this moment into his mind. his eyes linger before they catch onto the pine tree behind you, nervousness sparking as an idea comes to him.

"come with me." he doesn't give you time to react, hurriedly taking your wrist in his hand, and running towards the tree. he laughs when you shout in surprise. "just trust me!"

you're both panting when you reach it, the oak tree you hid behind just minutes ago. you turn your head, surprised at the distance you've covered from the start of the game. "okay," you say as you pant, hands on your knees. "tell me what you're up to or i'm dunking you in the water again."

"oh. so that was on purpose." a sweet grin appears on his face, his eyes misted over with a lovestruck haze. "and to think-" he stops when you pinch his cheek, laughing at the pout on your face. he misses the feeling of your hand when you turn away seconds later.

the tree stands by the waterline, tall and imposing, a testament to its age. you watch as he picks up a random rock, whistling as he starts to carve something onto the bark. you approach, gently leaning over his shoulder to see what he's made.

it's your initials. surrounded by a poorly drawn heart.

the sight has you giggling, shaking your head at his childish ways. "one of the scenes from your rom coms?" you ask, as you face him with your head still on his shoulder. you watch as the red gathers at his cheeks, his eyes fluttering at your close proximity. "ticked another off the list, then."

"not yet." he tries his best to remain nonchalant at your gaze, shrugging his one shoulder. "mind if i complete it now?"

"you don't have to as-"

his lips are pillowy and soft, the hand on your nape warm. there's a certain giddiness in his movements as he kisses you, his hand shaking where it's placed on your neck. you don't have the time to comment on it as he pulls away right after, his eyes alight with affection. you're sure you look at him the same way.

"i don't have to ask?" he asks as he strokes his thumb on your cheek, a grin on his lips. "got that."

this time, you chase his lips, shouting when he playfully runs away, "come back here, you thief!"

#blue lock x reader #blue lock imagines #blue lock fluff #isagi yoichi x reader #itoshi sae x reader #itoshi rin x reader #michael kaiser x reader #nagi seishiro x reader #bachira x reader #kunigami x reader #aiku oliver x reader #reo x reader #karasu x reader #yukimiya x reader #isagi yoichi imagines #itoshi sae imagines #itoshi rin imagines #michael kaiser imagines #nagi seishiro imagines #bachira imagines #kunigami imagines #oliver aiku imagines #reo imagines #karasu imagines #yukimiya imagines #bllk x y/n #bllk x you #bllk x reader #blue lock x y/n #blue lock x you

[shootingmorningstar]

Hello! I love your writing🤍 could I request sfw and nsfw head-canons for Husker? He doesn’t get enough love. Thank you and take your time.😽😽

Of course you can, anon .ᐟ Maybe I'm just a little biased, big fan of cats that I am, but I completely agree. Thank you, by the way. That's so sweet .ᐟ Don't worry, I saw your extra ask about a fem reader, so I'll be adding that in .ᐟ

The NSFW parts of this post will be hidden under the cut ~ . Enjoy .ᐟ

HUSKER X FEM READER HEADCANONS .ᐟ

This poor kitty cat is entirely too touch starved, even if he won't show it. Asking for affection is just not something his persona really allows, you know .ᐣ So unless it's just the two of you and your relationship has been established for quite some time, it's likely you're going to be the one to initiate physical contact.

Once you have, though .ᐣ Good luck getting him to get up. You know that feeling that you get when a pet sits on your lap and you want to get up but they just look so comfortable that you can't bear to move them .ᐣ

It's the exact same for Husk. You'd been the one to start it, your head leaning against his shoulder. It had been a long day at the hotel for both of you and you'd settled yourselves into his room, some movie that had lost the both of yours attention a while back.

Still, you love getting to spend time with him, no matter what the scenario is. Something like a boring movie couldn't even begin to put a damper on your mood. You'd just have to find something else you could enjoy doing together.

So, innocent as it had been, you'd looked over to him for some cuddles and the second he felt your weight against him, he just sort of deflates.

Like I mentioned earlier, I think he'd try to be at least a little slick about it. Sure, he's leaning back into you but that's not so bad, right .ᐣ It's not like you can tell the second you'd touched him the stress of his day had melted away, surely .ᐣ

You can absolutely tell. You wouldn't ever get this far into a relationship with Husker without being able to tell just how he's feeling.

To me, Husk isn't the sort of guy to get into empty relationships. His life is already empty enough as it is. He's practically a shell of his former self. No soul, no power, bound to a chain at Alastor's grasp .ᐣ Booze is his only vice left, and even that doesn't seem to help.

So I really can't see Husk doing anything without emotion behind it -- especially with being coerced to work full time at the Hotel. What good is something, someone else who's going to leave him after they get what they want .ᐣ

All this is to say that Husk isn't the one night stand type, or is he in it for any sort of flings. When you'd become his girlfriend it was after he'd taken the time to get to know you and you him. You were the first person in the decades that had passed after he sold his soul that made him feel something, and that doesn't happen overnight.

So, yes, you can easily read him, and you can tell that he's getting far more comfort from your touch than he's letting on. That's exactly why it's so endearing when you see him subtly reach for your hand to entwine with his own, or the way his hand seems to pause in uncertainty before wrapping his arm around you.

He also doesn't seem too outwardly excited about going out -- that is if Alastor even allows it, but don't be fooled, he is thrilled.

He loves hearing you talk about things that matter to you. You have so much passion, so much life that it helps him fill his own voids in those areas. He loves the excited look in your eye as you drag him around Pride, sharing a memory or two about your life while you were alive as you do.

Take him home after a date and grab a drink with him -- the best thing about drinking with you is that you won't let him go too far. Addiction can't be cured by love alone, but having someone to take care of him helps his mental health enough to make him want to get better.

Speaking of taking care of him .ᐣ NSFW cut here .ᐟ

If you ask me, Husker's a switch. I don't think he'd mind being the dominant partner, not in the slightest. If that's what you're into, he will gladly take that role for you. Same for submissive - he likes being dominant and submissive equally, but for different reasons.

It takes a lot for him to open up enough to admit it, but I think what he really enjoys about being submissive is just that -- by taking that role, he's getting the chance to be taken care of. That's something he never gets, not anymore.

I want to say his dick is like.. 6.5 inches .ᐣ It's always the grumpy ones with big dicks. Perfectly sized, big but not to the point where it's painful.

Kiss all over his face while you take the time to undress him and he will be putty in your hands. This is one of the only times you'll catch him blushing.

Not to mention the instant hard-on.

He's really big on cowgirl when he's playing the submissive role. There's something about you taking the work into your own hands by riding him and just allowing him to relax and enjoy that drives him insane. Let him lay back and watch how gorgeous you are straddling him.

Bonus points if you lean forward enough to take his hand in your own and talk gently to him.

Please praise him while he's being submissive .ᐟ Tell him how good of a boy he is and how much you love him, how good you want to make him feel. He'll purr so loudly.

Pull his tail. Do it while he's close and he's cumming immediately.

As for Husk in the dominant role .ᐣ He loves it because every single other form of control in his life has been taken away.

He gets to decide almost nothing, and the thrill he gets from being in charge of both your pleasure and his is enough to spark a possessive attitude in him.

You won't leave him like everyone else, right .ᐣ You're the last thing he has. He'll treat you so good, you'll never feel unloved when you're with him so please say you're his .ᐣ

Let him prove it with bite marks and he will be over the moon. He looks like the cat who got the cream. In more ways than one.

Call it this to his face and he'll scowl, but he's huge on doggy when he's dominant. Just the thought of getting to choose where he bends you over and takes you is enough to get him hard and aching. I can't imagine he's too big on degradation, though. It hits just a little too close to home, and even if it's just an act, you don't deserve to ever feel less than.

This was my first time fulfilling a nsfw request, so I hope it's to you guys' liking .ᐟ My last imagines blog was sfw only, so I'm just a little nervous posting this. Let me know if it came out well .ᐣ As always, feedback fuels my writing muse .ᐟ A like or a comment would make my day. Bye for now ~

#hazbin hotel #hazbin x reader #husk x reader #husker x reader #female reader #admin kitty

[jsluvtzu]

im fangirling over all of your fics ngl.... could you maybe write something fluffy for chaeyoung? like reader meeting her for the first time in an art exhibition and then silly little sapphics falling in love

aesthete

son chaeyoung x fem!reader

summary: meeting you was just a coincidence. or was it fate?

cw: cute lesbians, men dni

wc: 1.9k

a/n: i’m sorry this took so long to get out, buttt here it is! sapphics crushing on each other and falling in loveeee

you always loved coming to the art museum down the street during your lunch break.

it was a slower day than usual that day, so your boss let you have an extra hour off.

the exhibits had new pieces put in every friday and you loved being able to be one of the first few people to see them.

it was a weekly thing for you — coming to the museum to admire the featured works from small upcoming artists.

you always failed to notice the one girl admiring you though.

she had her eyes on you like you were a new art piece, examining your features from afar.

your hands were stuffed into both pockets of your half zipped up hoodie as you strolled across the floor, taking in each detail of every frame in front of you.

she came here just as often as you did, using it as an excuse to catch glimpses of you.

the girl was anxious and fidgety compared to your somber and peaceful demeanor. her antsy energy collided with your tranquil one across the room as she worked up the courage to come up to you and start a conversation.

thoughts of a public rejection and humiliation clouded her mind and filled her ears with responses that haven’t even been uttered yet, but nonetheless, she had a little hope that it could go well.

her hands were clammy as she rubbed them together restlessly, the sound of her heart beating at the speed of light replacing the previous scenarios.

she felt her footsteps grow heavier with every step she took closer to you, approaching you like you were a radioactive substance.

you stopped in front of a piece that intrigued you — it was one the artist left for you to interpret in different ways, just how you liked it.

as you studied the meanings of the painting, you looked to your left and saw a pretty girl standing next to you.

she was shorter, her long hair covering some of her features, and her simple dress outfit with a black coat over it drawing a smile out of you.

the girl turned her head to you and froze seeing your smile, awkwardly smiling back and shying her face away.

you watched her slightly rock back and forth on her heels and glue her eyes to the wood floor below you, wondering what’s got her so worked up.

“i really love this piece. i love the way the artist has multiple things going on to make one big picture. what do you think?”, you blurted out to fill the silence.

the girl shot her head up and flipped her gaze between you and the piece on the wall which she couldn’t care less for right now, hurriedly looking for something she can relate with.

“y-yeah, i really like the.. the details.. and the way you can see a different like scene.. if you just look at it from a different perspective.”, the girl was visibly nervous, her tone further proving it.

“exactly! i think perspective is so important in art. it shapes your view of every work you come across and how it should be interpreted, you know?”

you were glad to have someone you could share your love in art with, even if she’s a little confusingly timid.

the girl cleared her throat and nodded her head excessively, “right yeah, i know, it’s a different meaning for everyone. for me i think the piece represents the beauty of falling in love and how it unfolds.”

you smiled and tilted your head curiously, her response being exactly the one you wanted to hear.

“wow, that’s actually crazy”, you said, laughing slightly.

“what is?”, the girl answered hesitantly.

“i see the piece the exact same way. the way it shows the first stages of falling in love with someone. like here’s the infatuation stage and the euphoria of it. that’s why this part is a little messy”, you slid one hand out of your pocket to point at the area you were talking about, “it represents the blurry feeling you get when you’re in that state.”

you turned to look at the girl and observed her reaction, stuffing your hand back into the pocket it was in.

she was already staring at you when you looked back, probably not even focused on anything you just said.

she smiled and silently agreed with you, nodding her head again and scanning her eyes over your face — almost like she was in some sort of infatuation stage.

“yeah.. i feel the same way.”, her doe eyes locked onto yours, entrancing you.

there was a pause in the air, both of you only focused on each other.

“i’m.. i’m y/n.”

you turned your body to fully face her, holding out your hand to shake hers.

she reached her own hand up to meet with yours, the both of you grasping each other in a firm handshake.

“i’m chaeyoung.”

your eyes didn’t leave hers yet, too scared they might disappear if you looked away.

“it’s nice to meet you, chaeyoung.”

chaeyoung’s hands were soft and warm, but not too warm and not too cold either.

she let her grip on your hand go, ending the handshake, but you wished it didn’t end there.

“it’s nice to meet you too, y/n. would you maybe wanna.. grab a coffee with me? there’s a small cafe just down the street.”, chaeyoung almost regretted asking, mentally punching herself to prepare for your rejection.

“yeah! i would love to.”

she raised her eyebrows slightly in shock, shaking her head to refocus.

“okay.. okay! come on, i’ll lead us there.”, she said, motioning for you to follow her.

as you two walked down the street, you both engaged in light small talk, getting to know each other beyond your shared love for art.

“so.. do you come to the museum often?”

of course chaeyoung knew you came often. every friday at around 12 pm. she just didn’t wanna look like some complete freak who stalked you.

“yeah i do actually, i come during my lunch break since i work not too far from here. what about you?”

“i go sometimes to destress from work and whatnot, it’s a nice way to get my mind off of things i guess.”, she said, shrugging.

you hummed in response, slightly upset that she seemed to have a lot on her shoulders.

the two of you arrived at the entrance of the cafe, chaeyoung speeding up a bit to open the door for you.

you giggled at her kind gesture, thanking her and holding the door for her on your way in.

as you ordered your drink at the counter, she was just as attentive as the barista taking your order, silently telling herself to memorize it and bring it for you the next time you meet.

you two sat down at a table in a far corner, sipping your drinks and continuing your conversation beforehand.

when you got lost in explaining some work drama to chaeyoung, she pulled out a pen and started scribbling on a blank napkin.

after you finished your rambling and looked at chaeyoung, you saw her constantly looking up at you and back down to her napkin, her pen moving skillfully.

“okay, done! sorry, you just looked really pretty, i had to draw this moment before it went away.”

chaeyoung slid the napkin across the table and you finally got to see what she had been working on when you were going off about your dumb coworker.

it was a sketch of you, arm on the table with your chin resting on your palm. she managed to perfectly capture the way your hair was styled, the way your smile shined, even down to the rings you wore on your fingers.

“wow, chaeyoung this is amazing.. how did you even draw this so fast?”, you said, amazed at her skill as you examined the intricate details she put into it.

“it’s pretty easy when your muse is nice to look at.”

you couldn’t control your burning cheeks and forming smile at her flirty remarks anymore, tilting your head down to hide your face.

chaeyoung wasn’t lying either. she thought you were the prettiest girl she had ever laid eyes on, and she was glad she finally took her chance and talked to you.

hearing your passion about art was the cutest thing ever to her. your genuine love for it attracted her to you more than she could imagine.

she wanted to know everything about you.

more than just the way you perceived the world, more than your coffee order, more than what irritated you about incompetent people at work.

she wanted to know what made you feel most loved. what it would be like to come home to you.

“whatever.. my turn to draw you now.”, you said, still giggling like an idiot.

you reached over to grab her pen off the table and took the napkin from under your cup to scribble your own sketch of her.

chaeyoung watched you patiently and noticed the way you hid your “drawing” with your free hand, slightly furrowing her eyebrows in confusion.

“aaand done! do you like it?”

you slid your napkin over to chaeyoung and observed her as she looked over the piece of paper.

the fact is, you didn’t draw anything special at all.

your idea of a sketch of chaeyoung was writing your phone number down and drawing hearts and smiley faces everywhere.

chaeyoung broke out into laughter at your antics, rubbing her thumb over the material.

“i do, i really like it.”

you reached into your pocket to check the time on your phone, realizing you had about 10 minutes to walk back to work.

slightly saddened, you put your phone away and held your face in both of your hands on the table this time, beaming at chaeyoung.

“well i have to get back to work, but make sure you interpret that drawing reeeally carefully, it’s an important one.”, you said, scooting your chair back to stand up and grabbing your drink.

“oh i will, don’t worry. i’ll be sure to consider every single detail.”, chaeyoung said as she watched you grab your things.

you laughed at her playing along, “i’ll see you next friday then?”

chaeyoung smiled and dropped her hands to her lap, still holding onto your art piece.

“next friday it is.”

you nodded and smiled at chaeyoung one last time, walking towards the door and looking back to mouth a “call me” and gesture a phone with your pinky and pointer fingers.

chaeyoung chuckled and watched as you headed back to your regular life.

when you completely disappeared from view out the window, chaeyoung drew her eyes back to the napkin in her lap, inspecting it again and scoffing to herself with a big smile on her face.

moments of your hour together flashed through her mind, making her blush as she pulled out her phone and went to her messages.

she typed your number in, making sure she didn’t miss a single digit.

chaeyoung was twiddling her thumbs over her screen, figuring out the perfect thing to text you.

she tapped the sides of her phone while she attempted to think of something, slowly growing frustrated with herself.

and the best thing she came up with?

hiii it’s chaeyoung :p

#twice imagines #twice x reader #twice fluff #kpop x reader #kpop gg #chaeyoung x reader #chaeyoung fluff #son chaeyoung

[arcane-abomination]

So…let’s talk about partners, significant others, spouces, boyfriends, girlfriends, etc…

I’ve been with my partner since 2012, and we’ve been bonded in a pagan marriage since then, and a lawful marriage since Halloween of 2022 (because it made insurance far easier to afford). We don’t believe the exact same things but we both still share a ball park. Our beliefs can match up in many ways. That means we hold deep understanding for what the other holds sacred and have no qualms at all when faced with specific times and scenarios that align with those special things. We participate if we can or at the very least respect the allotted times for spell work, meditation, gnosis, etc.

This only works because what we have, while different, is still close enough to mingle. I’ve seen far too many relationships fail in my life because some poor souls held beliefs that contradicted one another too much. And when we have such deep beliefs we hold onto them and don’t budge. That’s incredibly tricky because relationships are built on the foundations of trust and if you can’t trust your partner to honor your most sacred of beliefs, the proverbial walls come cracking down around you. Even deity are not immune to this rule. When we allow them in our lives we expect them to work within the boundaries of those beliefs. And while we can most definitely learn and grow those beliefs, the moment a deity moves to far and to fast away from them we depart.

Maintaining successfully closenit relationships often comes down to how close a persons beliefs are to our own. And while I most certainly believe there’s some out there that may have defied these odds, there’s still many more that have inevitably parted ways and suffered the loss of those same relationships. We are bound to seek out a partner, a mate, and/or a friend that shares are most deepest personal truths, or at least comes close to them. The thought of someone thinking what I’m doing as pure fantasy makes me sick. That means I can’t share the uplifting experiences and lessons I’ve learned on my journey without being judged. That’s how trust gets wittled away.

Now I must also insist that you not think it’s not worth trying, if you find that there is someone you truly connect with on all other levels. Miracles do happen, like I said some people can defy the odds and make it work, and that’s fantastic, but just be aware that if it does end then you did what you could and you’re not left with the dreaded “what if” scenario playing over and over again in your head. Ultimately our beliefs are a deep part of us and if someone else’s doesn’t match up in a little way at least, it will be extremely hard to cultivate the trust one would normally seek in a relationship of any kind.

We must remember as well, that different relationships may hold different places of importance of our own personal hierarchies. So the tolerance of differences can vary. For instance some people hold the same importance for regular friends as a partner. So they may feel more comfortable for their entire friends group sharing something closer to what they worship. While others may not care to much what their friends believe, in fact they may not really bring up much of their practice at all, only sharing it with their partner or extra close friends. The point is we are all valid and deserve respect. If a relationship ends because you didn’t have in common what values your core beliefs bring, then let it go gracefully and with character.

So why did I decide to write all this in the first place? Well I’ve been hearing and reading about various arguments on this topic. Some say a belief shouldn’t sway you but I felt very strongly that our beliefs are some of the most sacred parts of who we are. To say they don’t matter is not only a a red flag, but reads very controlling to me. Like that particular person in the relationship wants to control everything their partner does. They want to build them from the ground up like a toy figure rather then learning to appreciate and care for them as they are. My wish with this post is to assure anyone having this problem currently that it’s okay to leave. Your beliefs are you…And you are worth better.

#paganism #witchcraft #pagans of tumblr #chaos magician #chaos magick #eldritch magic #witches of tumblr #yog sothothery #chaos witchcraft #pagan #left hand path #death witch #witch #witchythings #relationship

[mouton-e]

quick n silly violinist!chuuya idea

so i lied and i think i actually do want to post some writing here because twitter honestly is a nightmare in so many ways... anyway, here's some skk au where chuuya is a violinist and dazai is just fucking around in college or something (idk not important). for anyone that doesn't know, it's not uncommon for violinists/violists to have a small bruise around the left jawline area as a result of playing for a long time. the funny thing is they can look like hickeys, so that's what people sometimes call them (violin/viola hickeys). i was just thinking about it after seeing some online (ray chen's 'play with ray' reel) and this scenario came to me -- this was only supposed to be like 200-300 words max but here we are with 1k LOL. will probably touch up and upload to ao3 a bit later but for now:

the first time dazai noticed the small bruise by chuuya's lower jaw, he thought oh. well. good for him and whoever got to give him that very visible mark. maybe it was just a one-night stand, in which case again, good for chuuya for getting some. did not upset dazai at all. no, he was not experiencing odd twinges in his gut each time he made accidental eye-contact with the hickey.

the next day chuuya was still sporting it, in the exact same spot and just as vivid as the previous day. dazai didn't want to say he was curious, but he couldn't help his mind going into overdrive trying to figure out the individual behind the hickeys. if chuuya noticed a layer of distraction lining dazai's usual childish comebacks, he didn't comment.

a week later chuuya still had that damn hickey, and at this point dazai was more scoffing at this evidently enthusiastic hickey-giver than anything else because yeah, we get it, you love to kiss and suck and bite on the incredibly attractive area below the stupid chibi's jawline and leave a mark for everyone to see, but honestly couldn't you be a little more creative on where you leave them each time? like he has a whole neck free for access, not to mention collarbones too, how could one possibly refrain from— and dazai had the horrible realisation that he was. very jealous. and possibly in love.

the only solution was to avoid chuuya, of course. the alternative would be dazai struggling not to blush and stumble over his words when he made eye contact with the redhead, so dazai would just simply not see him. yes, this was fine. this was great! no chuuya, no annoying feelings or unwanted physiological reactions.

(lie. not seeing chuuya did not stop the images of the hickey from haunting dazai, or causing his face to heat up.)

it came as a relief disappointment when chuuya finally confronted him, around two weeks later. dazai had burrowed himself into a nook in the university library, content to play a mindless game on his laptop while surrounded by piles of unopened books, realising too late the sound of familiar purposeful footsteps. he was seized by the arm and tugged out the library door, whines of "ow, oww chuuya," gone unheard.

chuuya let go of him once they were in a secluded corner, then whirled around with hands on his hips.

"why are you avoiding me?" he asked. his expression was expectant, mouth set to curl into a scowl.

dazai discreetly flicked his eyes towards the underside of chuuya's jaw. it was still fucking there. he turned his chin away in a display of haughtiness. "i have to get back to studying. i don't have time for chatting with slugs."

he made to leave, but chuuya grabbed his arm again.

"no, you dick, you are not slipping your way out of this. i bet you weren't even studying, anyway. why are you avoiding me?" then a slight pause. "did i do something?"

oh. no scowl, then. instead chuuya's lips were pursed, brows knitted in something like... worry?

dazai panicked. "no," he said quickly. "well, you didn't do anything, it's more like the doing of one such thing unto you that, you know, has rendered me-"

"what the fuck are you talking about?"

now chuuya was peering at him suspiciously and dazai just knew he had to look away, away from the piercing blue or else he would be an embarrassing red — yes, good, away from the eyes and past the chin and the jaw and oh fuck, there's the fucking hickey i need to stop looking at it oh god why can't i look away-

"why are you staring at-" chuuya looked down at himself in confusion. "what are you looking at?"

dazai snapped his eyes up, guilty as if he had just been caught stealing from the cookie jar. chuuya looked more concerned than ever.

"dazai," he said slowly, eyes narrowed, "are you going to tell me what's wrong?"

defeated, dazai sighed. he squeezed his eyes shut and took a deep breath through his nose. then, fixing chuuya with what he hoped was a look of nonchalance, dazai asked the million-dollar question: "who gave you that?"

"... gave me what?"

he gestured vaguely towards the chuuya's neck. "the... hickey," he finished sullenly.

chuuya looked bewildered. he blinked for a few seconds. then, like he was gradually reaching the solution to a puzzle, "are you asking about my violin hickey?"

dazai blinked back. "huh?"

he pointed at it directly. "this?"

"... yes?"

"ah." the redhead seemed to be biting back a grin. "i see now."

chuuya inched forward and laid a hand on dazai's shoulder. the latter tried to pretend he wasn't having trouble regulating his breathing. "dazai," chuuya said. "this is a bruise that resulted from practising violin. not from... somebody's mouth."

"oh," dazai said dumbly.

"you'll see that quite a few violinists and violists will have it."

"oh," he said again.

chuuya was definitely smiling now. and dazai's face was definitely red.

"is this why you've been avoiding me?" chuuya asked, voice wavering on a laugh.

dazai scowled. "fine, chibikko. yes, i was avoiding you because i couldn't stand seeing that bruise on full display every day, and— don't laugh, you're being mean!"

chuuya had tipped forward, head shaking against dazai's chest as he failed to contain his giggles. "you were so disturbed by a hickey that you couldn't even talk to me?"

"chuuuyaa, you don't understand! it was excruciating seeing the thing because my brain kept telling me i should be the one to administer it!"

the laughter died down. chuuya looked up, eyes widening with the realisation of dazai's words. his hand was still clutching the taller's shoulder, leaving their faces just a breadth apart. dazai watched in fascination (and maybe a little satisfaction at having the upper hand again) as a healthy blush began to spread across chuuya's cheeks. "o-oh," he echoed.

"yeah," dazai breathed. "so what does chuuya say?" he leaned down slightly, a hand straying by the other's waist. "can i have a taste?"

after a second, wherein chuuya's gaze shifted from brown eyes to lips to eyes again, he dipped his head back down to rest against dazai's chest with a huff. "not here, you idiot. i'm not having you kiss me for the first time in the middle of this damn building."

"gasp, chuuya, my kiss is that special to you?"

"shut up and get your things, shitty mackerel."

dazai beamed.

#mouwrites #bsd #skk #potentially cringe #my sillies #haughty jealous and in denial dazai is so fun to write #wrote this pretty quickly as it's just for fun so please don't take any mischaracterisation to heart #if you do have any problems with what i've written though i'm happy to discuss it Civilly #tags to be updated idk

[darlingshane]

Rating: G // Ship: Shane Walsh x F!Reader // WC: 1,316

– @gabymiller​ requested – Would you write maybe a cute little fic series of modern au Shane Walsh x reader and they have a baby girl and Shane is worried about sending her off to kindergarten and just cute little at home fam moments.

A/N: I tried my best, hope you like this! Since you said series, this sparked a few other scenarios but I’m always open to other suggestions. You can also read on AO3.

Part 1: First Day Jitters

Shane's anxiety about your daughter's first day of kindergarten is somewhat contagious. The thought of leaving your five-year old in the hands of strangers just for a few hours has been eating him up, and you in the process, for days and there is nothing you can do about it. Only thing you can try is keeping it together for the sake of your baby girl, Willa.

It's a big day for her and you wouldn't want to make her more nervous than necessary.

Compared to Shane, she's cool as a cucumber and overly excited to see what's awaiting after all the things you've told her to prepare her for it. She's already met the teacher a few days ago and has a couple of friends in her class.

Being used to waking up on her own before any alarm goes off, getting her out of bed and feeding her breakfast is not a problem today, and when Shane arrives from his night shift at 6 in the morning, you're still asleep and she's already peering out her bedroom's door, as soon as she hears him climbing the stairs, greeting daddy good morning with that same mischievous smile tugging at her lips that she inherited from him.

“Mornin', sweetheart, what are you doin' up? Are you nervous about school?” he crouches in front of her, pushing her curls away from her sleepy face.

“Uh-uh. I'm hungry.”

“Yeah? You wanna help daddy make breakfast?” She nods as his hand extends out for her to take before standing up, “c'mon, but you gotta be quiet; mommy's still asleep, okay?”

“Okay.”

She quietly follows him into your bedroom, leaving the door open to have the light from the hallway guide his way into the dark room so he doesn't have to turn the lights inside.

They find you soundly asleep on your side of the bed and Willa quickly forgets about the not waking up mommy rule, crawling directly on top of the mattress with no regards whatsoever, having those exact intentions and stirring you up into semi-consciousness.

“Sh, sh… Will, let mommy sleep. It's still early,” he puts his bag down by the closet.

She frowns at him playfully, hushing, “was just gonna give her a morning kiss.”

“Hmm, you both need to work on your stealth skills,” you say hoarse before clearing your throat, extending an arm to your daughter who is fast to jump and smooch your face, “good morning, stinky breath.”

“I don't have a stinky breath,” she giggles against your cheek.

“I tried,” Shane huffs, bowing to kiss your temple, “I'm sorry, baby.”

“It's okay,” you hug Willa, snuggling her to your chest while he slips out of his uniform and yanks some sweats on.

Dividing duties, Shane takes care of breakfast while you make sure she has everything ready to go before joining them at the table.

Like father, like daughter, she's devouring a bowl of cereal with milk as fast as Shane drinks his coffee from his big 'Best Daddy' mug.

With plenty of time to spare, you take your time with yours, observing how unusually quiet Shane is for someone who never shut ups, watching over her with nothing but pure adoration. You can tell how those fears rise again as the clock ticks away those few moments left until having to drive her to school.

When Willa settles on the couch to watch her cartoons for a few minutes, you cover the back of his hand with yours, fondly squeezing to have his head tilt in your direction.

“Hey, she's gonna be fine.”

“I know…” he dramatically sighs like he’s holding by a thread, “but she's still a baby. She should stay here with me. I'll teach her everything she needs to know.”

Your lips curve up, “she's not and you can't.”

“I can try,” he quips before sipping from his cup.

After breakfast, you lay out a few outfits for her on the bed and have her choose what she wants to wear. She's just starting to grow a little more independent and you see that she dresses herself with the occasional help when she needs it. For today she's picked denim shorts, a dark, blue blouse with little red flowers, and velcro shoes.

Shane does her hair, gathering it all in a ponytail; even though she prefers you to do it cause she says daddy always pulls her hair. You've already taught him how to braid and everything, but you show him again how to do it gentler because the next couple of days it'd be up to him to do this and everything else alone since you’ll be at work.

Right before leaving, you take a picture with your phone of Willa with her cute red backpack by the door to mark that milestone before leaving the house. Then, you take one more shot when she reaches for Shane's hand as they walk up to the car in the driveway.

You pull up a block away to walk up to the building the rest of the way.

Up until that moment she was feeling pretty brave. She has you and Shane holding either of her hands when she stops on her tracks in the middle of the sidewalk. It must have been the amount of kids and parents herding in the same direction that leads her to look at you, a little scared, and grip tighter around your hand.

“What's wrong, sweet pea?” You glance at her.

“I don't wanna go alone.”

“We're going in with you, baby, and we'll stay as long as you need like we said, okay?”

“And you're gonna come back for me?” She looks up to Shane then, who seems like he just got his heart broken by the way she says that.

“Yeah, sweetheart, of course we're gonna,” he reassures her, releasing her hand to hoist her up in his arms instead with minimal effort, “mommy and daddy are always always gonna come back for you.”

“Promise?”

“Cross my heart,” he hugs her tight, as her arms fold around his neck.

You smooth your palm on Shane’s back before resuming your walk.

She stays in Shane's arms up until you arrive at the doors where you meet the Grimes– Rick, Michonne and their little boy RJ, who happens to be in her class, which is reassuring to know at least that she has one friend already.

“First day jitters?” Michonne asks you, as all of you make your way inside together to find the class.

“Yeah,” “Yeah,” you sigh heavily, feeling all of a sudden that same pang of anxiety Shane had earlier.

“Don't worry, it gets easier,” she knows from experience, having gone through that already with Carl and her 8 year-old twins from her previous marriage.

Once you're in the class, the teacher greets you before allowing Willa and RJ to sit side by side in a round table with space for at least four more children.

As they get comfortable in their seats, you take another photo with your phone of both kids smiling widely, and free the space to observe how they do from the back of the classroom while more people arrive.

So far, everything's good. She just chats up and laughs with RJ while your hand finds Shane's.

There's still a couple of minutes left before the bell rings and the teacher gives you one last opportunity to say goodbye. A few parents start leaving without worries, while others still cling to their agitated children.

You go over to the table and give her one more hug.

“We gotta go now, baby. Be good and listen to Ms. Greene, okay?” you gently cup her face and she nods.

“We'll be back before you know it,” Shane adds, pulling her into another hug, kissing her hair, whispering, “I love you, baby girl.”

“Love you too, daddy.”

#shane walsh #shane walsh x reader #the walking dead fanfiction #jon bernthal #the walking dead #no za #fluff #family fluff #dad!shane #raising willa series #darlingwrites #look i made a moodboard #how rare of me

[yourloverfromthepast]

𝑰 𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑺𝑾𝑬𝑬𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑹𝑻, 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑰 𝑨𝑳𝑾𝑨𝒀𝑺 𝑾𝑰𝑳𝑳

Sebastian Stan comfort one shot

𝑵𝒐𝒘 𝒍𝒐𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈...

SUMMARY: Reader is having a bad time and her boyfriend Sebastian does his best to help her

PAIRING: Sebastian Stan x F!Reader

WORD COUNT: 1.5k

WARNINGS: None

𝑷𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒕...

AUTHOR’S NOTE: Ok guys, I really put a lot of effort into this, and I'm actually very proud of it (even tho after a couple of more readings I immediately began to have second thoughts😭), so please, don't be rude if you really don't like it. Constructive criticism and advices are more than welcome. Let me know what you think about it with a comment or a message! Thank you! <3

𝑫𝑶𝑾𝑵𝑳𝑶𝑨𝑫 𝑪𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑳𝑬𝑻𝑬! 100%

P.S.: Before leaving you to the reading I wanna recommend you the three songs that I listened to while writing. Just choose the one that inspires you the most as a soundtrack, and if you're curious enough, in the future you can read this again while listening to another one! Sorry for the interruption! Bye! <3

That day? It was a shitty day. You couldn't help but feel tired and depressed at the end of it. You were angry at yourself, because the only thing you did was trying to find any possible excuse to stop whatever you were doing. In one word?

Procrastination.

And that shit? It was your biggest enemy.

It wasn't making you feel just furious, but also scared. You were scared of falling back again into that bottomless hole. That cold, deep, dark hole. And sometimes, when a specific habit that you had during that extremely bad period returned, a knot started to form in your stomach, and anxiety started to run through your veins and entire body. When one of those damn habits was coming back, the same extremely frightening gut feeling was coming back too.

You closed your eyes shut; the urge to cry was too strong. You put your right hand on the table in front of you and covered your mouth with the left one, in order to be as much silent as possible, while crouching on the floor at the same time.

Now, in your head, you were standing in front of that mirror again. The same exact mirror that you used to imagine whenever you felt like crap; the same exact mirror in which you always saw yourself from the past.

"No, I don't want to see you again.."

"I don't wanna be you anymore!"

"I am a better person now..."

"Stay away from me!"

"Please..."

"I. AM. HAPPY."

Who knows, maybe a few times it had really made you feel better, or maybe you were simply trying to convince yourself of that, since you had always created a whole fake scenario with your mind just because you were a coward and didn't have the courage to do it in real life. You stood up and walked to the living room. Your boyfriend, Sebastian, was quietly reading a book, sitting on the couch.

"Sweetheart! Can't sleep huh-"

You didn't let him the time to finish the sentence nor to look up at you, because you immediately sat on his lap and weakly hugged him.

"Babe..."

He put the book aside and placed one hand on your back and the other on your shoulder. You buried your face in his chest, and as a respons, he tightened the grip on your body. You did the same.

"It's okay doll, I'm here with you"

He kissed you on the head and then gently leaned on it with his chin. At the contact, you broke out.  But those weren't tears of sadness; no, on the contrary, they were tears of joy.

Yeah, just that.

Pure joy.

You were so grateful to him, because even if he didn't know anything about how you were feeling, even if you didn't say a single word, even if you interrupted his activity, his little moment of peace...he didn't hesitate to cuddle you. He didn't hesitate to make you feel safe, protected, to make you feel...simply loved.

You sobbed. "I love you!" you said with a quite frustrated tone.

"Aww sweetheart" he chuckled and started to gently stroke your hair and back as he began to rock slowly, like when you have to cradle a newborn baby. "I love you too". His tone was sweet, calm, reassuring. "So, tell me. Did something happen?"

"No.."

"Are you feeling blue?"

"More like of a pitch black actually"

He pouted "No, doll, why?"

"I would like to know that too..."

He laughed "it's okay angel. It is completely normal to feel like that sometimes..." he cupped your face with his hands and forced you to look at him while drying your tears with his thumbs "but I don't think you're telling me the truth in this moment, hm?"

You didn't answer.

"Come on love, tell your amazing and incredible boyfriend what really happened".

That statement made you chuckle. "Ooh, look at that! My lovely girlfriend smiling! This is what I live for" he smiled back and kissed you on the tip of your nose. Then, he continued: "AAH, oh my GOD! Now I understand what people mean when they talk about 'cute aggression'. You are just SO, INCREDIBLY, CUTE! The only thing I wanna do is LITERALLY shower you with kisses!". And as he said that, he really started to "aggressively" kiss you all over your face and body.

"GOD NO! BABY PLEASE!" you burst out laughing "IT TICKLES!". Wriggling in a vain attempt to free yourself, you lost your balance and fell backwards to the ground, dragging him with you. "FUCK- honey are you ok??"

"No, I'm not..." worried, you immediately turned to him "becAUSE I WASN'T DONE YET!". He quickly climbed on top of you and started to tickle you again.

"NO SEBASTIAN, PLEASE, I'M BEGGING YOU" you were literally crying with laughter. "I- I GIVE UP- I GIVE UP!". He stopped immediately.

"What did you say?"

"I give up!" you answered breathless.

"Perfect". With the proudest expression you had ever seen and a quite hot smirk, he stood up and offered you his hand to help you, almost like a real knight who has to help a small, poor defenseless damsel to get on his white horse.

"Are you feeling a little better now?"

"Yes, thank you"

He quickly kissed you on the lips and went to the kitchen to grab your favorite mug. "Ok doll, please, sit on the couch and try to tell me what happened. In the mean time I'll make you some hot tea". He was so thoughtful, caring. For a split second you felt your heart skipping a beat. For the very first time, you thought that if one day he would have left you, you would have probably died. He was the one and only man you wanted by your side for the rest of your days.

"Well, I don't think that you remember this, but...at the beginning, when we had started dating, I told you about that- dark period I had been through years ago"

"Yes, of course I do remember...it is..happening again?"

"Nonono! Thank god no! I swear honey, I'm ok, don't worry. It's just..." as you were trying to find the words to continue your speech, he sat on the couch with two steaming mugs in hands "sometimes I'm scared it can happen again". You shyly looked at him to check what kind of reaction he might have had, but before he could even try to open his mouth, you proceeded: "I- I know it seems ridiculous! I know that, but I always have this...this extremely strong and- heavy feeling...I simply can't help it".

He put the mugs on the small table at the side of the couch, where he left the book he was reading before. "Y/n, now listen carefully to what I'm about to say" he grabbed your hands and stared right into your gorgeous eyes "you have to fear nothing with me by your side. Absolutely nothing" he paused for a second. "You see, babe, sometimes...life simply sucks. It doesn't matter who you are. If you're rich, poor, young, old. It doesn't even matter if you always had to fight or not. I guess you're probably thinking: 'but this is not fair', and you're right. You're absolutely right, it's unfair, but unfortunately we can't do anything about it" he lowered his gaze, looking at the floor. "I understand how you're feeling, trust me, I've been there too...many times actually". You put your hand on his left cheek and caressed him; at the touch, he automatically raised his brows and his eyes got shiny with tears. He looked at you and forced a smile before clearing his throat. "But I am a lot better now. Why? Because I always kept going on, and that is something you MUST do, every single time. I'm awfully sorry to tell you this baby, I know that in some cases knowing the truth might be..unpleasant, and I know that I'm supposed to make you feel better in situations like this but...in life you'll feel like giving up a lot of times. Of course I hope the opposite, you should know that I just wish the best for you, but I think that being aware of the thing will make it...a bit easier" you cupped his face and kissed him on the forehead. "In any case, as I told you before, you don't have to fear anything, because I am, and will always be ready to back you up! No matter what". You gave him one of your purest and most dazzling smiles and hugged him.

"Thank you Sebastian. I-" you sobbed, and as you felt tears forming in your eyes, you hid your face in the crook of his neck "I love you with all my heart and soul...I really mean it" you whispered. With your right hand on his chest, you felt his heartbeat increasing.

He kissed you on the head and finally said: "I...I really love you too, sweetheart. And I always will"

Thank you so much for reblogging and liking my last post! ^^ <3

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[legobiwan]

So this is part of a longer story I've been writing but I kind of want to post this here as it just poured from my brain this evening. This may be...somewhat out of character? I don't know, I'm playing with some ideas here. I have some very specific headcanons regarding Luigi and Mario's upbringing in a 1980s Italian-American section of Brooklyn (my guess would be Bensonhurst) and some of the concepts below reflect that.

Imagine, if you will, another post-SPM scenario where Luigi ups and leaves the Mushroom Kingdom a few weeks after the whole Chaos Heart debacle. Mario finds the following note on his desk the morning after Luigi runs away, folded underneath a small, mechanical Yoshi.

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Mario - 

There’s no easy way of saying this, so I guess I’m just going to come right out with it. I’m leaving the Mushroom Kingdom. Or, at this point, have left already, if you’re reading this instead of chasing me down the nearest warp pipe. And in case you’re thinking it (I know you are) - don’t. No, I didn’t use the one by the Toadetta Café, and no, I didn’t use your secret passageway near the Royal Stables, either. Suffice it to say I carry more secrets than you, which include my own ways of getting in and out of the Peach’s realm. (Do you honestly think I would travel the same path twice back to the Evershade Valley when King Boo was on my trail? But maybe you would have. Yeah, you probably would - just saunter right up the well-traveled road, same pipe, same time, same place, daring any ghost to show their face. But you know I’ve never been as brave as you).

It’s not your fault. I know you don’t believe me, but please try to. Whatever it is, it’s not your fault. I’d like to say it’s not mine, either, but the next few weeks, few months will reveal the truth of that statement. 

Don’t think I haven’t seen the way you look at me when you think I’m not paying attention. How your entire face just collapses, how your fingers move back and forth like you’ve still got that old rosary from Saint Michael’s in your hands. I don’t know entirely where this guilt is coming from but...maybe you can say a few Hail Marys tonight? Can't hurt. It might even make you feel better. (Hell, if it gets you to stop wearing your hair shirt all the time, I’ll start saying the damned liturgy myself! And you know how I feel about that).

I won’t be gone forever. Well, I hope I won’t, at least. But what I said last night is still true - I’m not the same person I was before the Chaos Heart, before Mr. L, before…everything that happened. Or what I'm pretty sure happened. I know there’s more to the story, more than what you and Peach and Bowser recounted in your short, clinical descriptions. I know there’s more because I can feel it - not the memories of exact actions, but the imprints of emotions - soft indentations of hatred and malice and a terrible pettiness made all the worse by how familiar it feels.

Do you think it’s really gone, Mario? If he’s really gone? They said the Light Prognosticus was only meant to counteract the Dark, that the Chaos Heart was banished, not destroyed. I’ve spent hours looking in the mirror (no, I’m not that vain), my face pressed into the glass, pulling my eyes open as far as I can, skin and tissue stretching to the point of pain. They’re different now, my eyes, I know you’ve seen that. You always notice the little details, make observations, file away certain specks of information for the future. You’re more cerebral than you’d ever like to let on, bro, but don’t worry - I won’t spoil your secret.

It’s just that…I just can’t shake the idea, the intuition that this isn’t over, that there’s something inside me that’s waiting, that’s gestating in all the little crevices between the atoms in my gut and I can’t risk it. I can’t risk endangering the Mushroom Kingdom, the Mushroom People, Princess Peach, can’t risk Daisy or Peasley, or (God help me for saying this) even E. Gadd and his ethically dubious experiments. 

Most of all, though, I can’t risk endangering you. Not again. Never again. Not like that. 

So, a search for answers. A quest, a mission. (Not an adventure. Not anything even close. It’s only an adventure if you’re with me, you know).

A reckoning, maybe.

I hope I find what I’m looking for. I’m not even sure what I’m looking for, but some movement forward has to be better than sitting around the castle picking at battle scars, right? (It’s not your fault. I know you don’t talk about it, but we fought, that much I’m certain of. Why else would you avoid the topic so thoroughly? What else would I, a brainwashed minion of a man bent on triggering the apocalypse, be sent to do? Anyway, the gigantic robot was kind of a giveaway and Bowser made certain we all heard about that).

I guess that leads me into my last thought. 

Mario, I need a favor from you. A promise. Just one thing, and it’s so simple but I know you’ll make it complicated when it’s really not.

If this goes…wrong, somehow. If the Chaos Heart overtakes me again, if…he digs his dirty, spindly fingers into my brain...

If for any reason I come back…bad…

You’ve got to end it. For everyone’s sake (including my own).

(Honestly, I’m a little surprised you didn’t before. I was trying to push along the end of the world, big bro. The Saints would have and will probably forgive you for that one). 

Don’t try and save me. I’m not even sure I could be saved, not a second time. It’s just like Sister Catherine said in middle school, remember? “Luigi’s strayed beyond the grasp of our Lord.” Never liked that old crone. I guess throwing the Good Book out a window didn’t do me any favors in her eyes (or anyone watching from above, I suppose). But it’s true, in a way. I think I’ve strayed beyond the light of good, have strayed past the forest line and into the shadows. 

I think I may have been there all along. 

I love you, bro. I always will. 

Your fratellino,

Luigi

#hello there #writing #the eternal struggle #luigi #mario #spm #fic #kind of #i don't even know what this is why am i so ANGSTY about this stupid video game? #anyway that was fun now it's time to go to gym and lesson prep for tomorrow #i do apologize AGAIN to those of you waiting on star wars fic updates #my brain has latched onto this like the floor sprout latched onto...okay I'm done trying to make shitty dimentio metaphors #luigi brain rot #at least i'm writing again??? #ANYWAY LATER TUMBLR

[dravencore]

really quick and shitty nai of rice and ruin one shot GO

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"Oh, it's you."

Nai glanced over, scowling at the clear displeasure in Wolfwood's voice. He didn't bother giving a response, just looked back at the rice paddy he was watching like a hawk.

"Thought Vash would be out here."

"You're up too early," Nai rested his chin on his hand and narrowed his eyes at a particular patch of grass. Wolfwood had no idea what he saw - it all looked the same to him. "He'll be back momentarily."

"So you're just watchin' the rice in the meantime?"

"Yes,"

"Sure that glare of yours isn't gonna kill the crop?"

Nai directed the full weight of his glare at Wolfwood, who held up his hands in surrender with a smirk that said he was just proven right.

When the sky started to turn pink with the sunrise, Nai stood from his perch and moved to the paddy. Wolfwood immediately stole his spot and watched as the god poked around the stalks that were just starting to shoot up.

"Careful with that," Wolfwood drawled.

In response Nai tore out the weeds he found with much more violence than was necessary.

As much as he didn't want to admit it to himself, tending to the rice was a soothing process. He found himself enjoying the feeling of mud beneath his feet and cool water lapping at his ankles.

Any sense of peace he might have found observing the nutrition level of the soil and calculating the ratios of the day's fertilizer was crushed to dust under the watchful eye of the human. Pretending that he didn't know what he was doing was impossible. The exact temperature of the water, the specific placement of every weed that managed to sprout, the knowledge that the rice was not developed to the degree that it should at this point of the season - all of it came as easily as breathing.

All of it was something a god of war should not know. He could swallow his pride and pretend that his brother gave him orders to follow instead of the other way around, but at this stage of growth. Not this early in the day where he needed to set everything up to minimize whatever damage Vash was going to cause during the day.

He needed to write notes, damn it.

All he could do for was wait for Vash to finally return home and distract the human long enough for him to make a comprehensive list of tasks for the day. To keep himself preoccupied, he started to mentally prepare it.

Fertilizer: Kernel, extra hemp; spring water; anything that will kill those damn weeds - at this point Nai sent a brief prayer that Vash was finally able to secure a decent amount of metallic sand from the demon fortress. Absolute worst case scenario, they had beans to spare.

Water: Keep depth to the ankles, open both gates at midday to keep the shoots from burning, but don't let it get too cold.

For the love of everything in heaven keep an eye on the ducks-

"Hey, Spikey," Wolfwood's voice broke Nai out of his thoughts and he sighed in relief at the arrival of his twin.

Nai displayed his relief by narrowing his eyes and hissing, "You're late."

"Yeah, good to see you, too," Vash rolled his eyes and dropped the pack of materials he gathered through the night. He sent a wary look towards Wolfwood and attempted to inconspicuously wipe away the viscous demon blood still clinging to his cheek, "How's the rice?"

I did everything you told me to do while you were gone, I swear.

"It's rice."

You may live. For now.

Nice.

For now. Get your human away from me.

"Hey, Wolfwood, wanna help me feed the ducks?"

"No," despite his answer, Wolfwood was already standing up, "but anything's better than watching Knives here fumble around in the mud."

Nai gave a very rude gesture, which only made the human smile back with all of his teeth.

"Aw, don't be like that, he's doing his best," Vash laughed and led him down the hill towards the pen.

Nai suspected that Vash enjoyed pretending that Nai didn't know what he was doing a little too much. If the to-do list he left behind was a bit too rigorous, well, that was between him and the rice.

#this is dumb don't mind me #nai of rice and ruin

[nightcrawlerzincorporated]

The Gang Texts. I don’t know why exactly but that episode makes me feel like my head is going to explode. I can’t stand miscommunication and I also don’t like when Dennis is written like he isn’t equally dependent on Mac. The ending is good but everything leading up to that makes my head hurt. Interested to hear your thoughts!! Especially if you disagree because I’d love to hear a more positive take on this ep.

~ glenn-howerton-ships-macdennis

That a very interesting take! Good news I do disagree with it lol. But as I said when I was rating fanfic tropes, I love miscommunication and think it’s extremely human so I’m sure that makes me like it more.

I love the Gang Texts! It’s fascinating to me that you interpret Dennis as being not very dependent on Mac in the ep when I see it the complete opposite way lol. The whole reason Dennis gets mad at Mac in the episode is because he’s convinced Mac purposefully sabotaged his chances to see the lion feeding (which he only missed because he left to go look for Mac because he wanted to be able to watch the feeding with him. Boyfriend behavior) because Dennis always thinks people are pushing his buttons on purpose. As Mac points out in his (amazing super shippy and hilarious) text messages to Dennis, Dennis is EXTREMELY dependent on Mac even after all these years (I still can’t get over that he has Mac regularly rub his pecs after a work out like. Talk about scenarios that make me feral to think about lol) and that’s the whole reason he gets so upset because he does rely on and trust Mac a lot so the idea of Mac doing something purposefully cruel to him (which lets be real Mac HAS done before) makes him legitimately sad which makes him angry. That’s why all it takes to calm him down is looking in Mac’s eyes because before when Mac was talking and texting it felt like manipulation to Dennis but seeing the love in his eyes makes Dennis realize Mac didn’t hurt him on purpose and idk I think it’s really beautiful! Big win for macdennis!

And I get why Dennis just refusing to read Mac’s text could be seen as annoying and going in circles, but to me it feels very in character like it feels like the exact kind of fight those two WOULD have, y’know? And the scene where they meet in the bathroom and Mac tries to make it up to Dennis with the petting zoo just makes Dennis think Mac is fucking with him, which again only hurts him more because he is so reliant on Mac and does trust him to make him happy most of the time. Also the sexual tension during the pissing scene is absolutely insane Mac looks down at Dennis’ dick and Dennis just bites his lip like if that guy hadn’t walked in they totally would have fucked (hence the “you guys grindin?” joke). The Gang Texts is just macdennis all the time just pure macden goodness. Even though they’re fighting most of the ep it’s such a couple fight and I love it.

Also Frank in this ep? Hilarious. I love him trying to fuck with the gorilla and ending up the one fucked with. I love that Charlie can understand Frank’s texts even though he can’t read because of their weird little bond. I love that Charlie is way better at texting than Mac in general because and not in spite of the fact that he’s illiterate. I love that Mac is here writing fucking letters when everyone else is texting as short as possible (relatable). I like that Dennis calls Dee out for being homophobic but plays along when Frank does the same thing like ughhhh moments that remind me Frank is Dennis’ dad. There’s a lot of little moments in their texting I feel like you only notice on rewatch. I honestly liked the episode a lot more after I’d seen it a few times because of that lol.

It’s just a such good episode to me I love so many things about it. I hope I can give you a new perspective on it!

#least favorite sunny ep opinions #soe-leo #Glenn-Howerton-ships-macdennis #ask #the gang texts

[purposelynana]

What Did I Watch: #31

This week, I learn to say goodbye.

What is it with goodbye? If feels scary but necessary. Goodbye gives us closure. An end to a journey. In life alone, there's no perfect goodbye, but in fictional world a perfect goodby could exist.

To me, a great ending is not necessarily wanting me to wish for a direct sequel. A great ending is supposed to be tighten the loose ends. Also gives room for our imagination to explore what could happen after the camera stopped rolling. Moreover, a great ending is the one that left you wanting more but not selfishly enough to make you craving more because we all know deep down a sequel never guaranteed to replicate the exact quality of its predecessor.

My School President is a wonderful journey through and through. 10/10. Landed smoothly without having too much angst or humor. It's already up there with Skam. Perhaps on some other day, it'll be higher than Skam. What a pleasantly beautiful little show about what it means to be young, and having the courage to dream.

I didn't have any of those things which presented during my high school run. A friendship that last for so long or even a significant other who made my life bearable enough. My high school years was boring and literally nothing happened. I don't really any friend that I still contact from that period of time. So to me, at first the concept of My School President was already laughable. But well if it wasn't happen to me, it certainly happened to everyone else, eh?

In addition, I could confirm My School President landed smoothly. Got a beautiful ending. The song still slapped. There's no better word to describe it other than it was charming. This show was charming. Even I couldn't stop grinning ear to ear writing this.

The scene that broke me. Ah young love.

Never Let Me Go, to me felt like not exactly wasted potential but definitely not something I would praised until seven generations. It was good but never been great. I would love to recommending it but not necessarily you have to watch it.

Because there were many what-ifs scenario forming in my brain while I was watching it. For example, what could've happen if it was starring someone else entirely? How the scene would sound like if they had better sound designer? What if the screenwriters decided to rewrite the whole thing so that the characters could talk like they were in real life instead of lakorn?

Because I couldn't help but to raised my eyebrows during certain scenes. It wasn't technically bad acting. It was an okay but the way Neung convey his feelings sometimes I felt like I was watching a play. It did feel like the whole time Phuwin just pretending to say those words, instead of actually saying those words. Plus sometimes the sentences that coming out from his mouth just didn't make any sense. It was clearly intentional because it kept going until the screen fade to black. I know P'Jo was trying to make a homage to classic lakorns, so perhaps Thais would appreciate a lot more. But I'm not Thai, and I just went "no shit sherlock" the entire time.

Despite all of that though, it was beautifully shot. Honestly this show got the best cinematography ever. Without having too much contrast, P'Jo played a lot with lights and compositions. Colors looked so deep yet soft at same time. There was a sense of longing and yearning radiated from the screen. It was magic to see something that I learned from being an amateur cinephile to get materialize.

Lights on this. And the color. I love the colors. It wasn't trying to be gritty as fuck like Batman movies. It wasn't on the same tone with In The Mood For Love but the use of color and lights and framing to convey devotion are just utter brilliance.

It was a struggle to watch Moonlight Chicken. Like I said in previous post, it seemed I take a peek on my own life. Eventually, I'll probably never get the happy ending I deserve so much, not like these fictional characters.

10 minutes into episode 5, was solidify my thoughts and prayers on this. I got called out, dragged, faced to one of bitter memories I've had on a past relationship. Because yes, one day people just decided not even bother trying to save their relationship. It already happened to me once, and no I don't want to relive that, even in fictional zone. Therefore, as I was watching episode 5, I undergo so many different feelings. If week 2 felt like a gut punch, week 3 seemed one hell of torture, and week 4 was an utopia that I've never get to lived on.

This ain't it.

Because Wen got his happy ending. Liming got his happy ending. Me? Well, it wasn't like I don't want to open up to other people. There was no other people trying to get close to me.

I liken this to my experience watching Brokeback Mountain. It was a good storytelling, but do I want to experience it all over again? No. Because it was just too close to home. And I still don't know what kind of my ending is. It was scary. Shit got real this time. I think I'm never going be the same. I tried to shift my focus into something else, e.g. Formula 1, it gets worse. Possibly because Ferrari looked and sounded shit. Everything just didn't help anymore.

me during the whole shitty shit bahrain gp free practice, watching aston martin became way too more OP, and red bull still being red bull. me as tifosi:

#my school president #never let me go #moonlight chicken #what did i watch #be ready for concealed ranting on bl posts #this year is our year again #fuck ferrari #bahrain gp 2023 #Youtube

[thotsforvillainrights]

Hello, here's my resume for the matchup <3

I'm a bisexual brown girl and I can be very chatty.

I'm an INFP and I can be loyal to a fault, mostly kind, indecisive, playful, chatty but prefer to listen, kinda ambitious and that's all I guess.

I really like things that are considered feminine like dresses, makeup, jewellery (rings!) and things of that sort.

Things I'm interested in other than anime- mystery series, books, writing, cooking and yada yada.

My love language is 'act of service' and I could totally be a sugar mommy if I had money.

Here's my turn ons- basic hygiene (doesn't smell like they woke up in the dumpster, talking from experience :p), serious type, shows basic respect and gives space, its okay if they aren't overly romantic.

And my turn offs- perverted mindset, unfaithful and the basics.

Ummmmm I don't have a preference just please don't give me Re-destro, I don't like him.

Also thanks in advance! I look forward to your reply!

(dude, we literally have the exact same personality type whaaaa?)

Match-Up #15

I match you with Re Destro-

(Pshhhh! Hahahaha!!! Did I get you? Just kidding, I’ll stop playing now lol)

-I match you with Chitose Kizuki-

headcanon|scenario|imagine|match-up

-She’s very bold and likely asked you out before you asked her. The two of you met at her company when you came in to submit a resume. She took over the role of HR and decided to interview you herself. She probably came off as conceited at first (and maybe you were right), but I promise she has a soft spot. The interview was difficult. She was throwing a lot of hard-ball questions your way but you managed just fine. The thing that got you the job was how chatty you were. At some point during the interview you both got off topic about the job and started talking about the latest trends and shopping etc. She smirked at you before reaching out to shake your hand. “You’re hired.” She smiled and sent you on your way. I don’t think it even passed to be a week of you working there before she invited you out to lunch with her. Probably right away you noticed this wasn’t work related and that she wanted to date you. What the hell, why not? Office romances could be messy and affect your job, but she was just damn good at persuasion and got you hook line sinker.

-Dating her is so much fun I’d imagine. The shopping trips are out of this world. You’ll have to let go of the role of sugar mommy because that’s her job. She spoils the shit out of you any chance she gets. She has no issues since she does it to herself as well. She’s got a real unbeatable ‘treat yourself’ personality. Her bank accounts could cry if they had eyes to do so lol. Whatever you want just throw it in the cart or else she’ll do it herself. No seriously...she knows you can be indecisive so she’ll step in and do it for you. Cute dresses, Makeup, Jewelry, Books, Cooking Utensils, literally anything! I think the way she shows most of her affection is through gift giving. She also feels loved by having her partner spend time with her. Hopefully you can fulfil this! Speaking of love languages, she’s got no issues with acts of service but you have to let her ease into it. She’s gotten too used to having things done for herself through maid/butler life so now she’s having to adjust to doing it for you instead of having a worker do it instead. You can tell she’s trying and it’s a little funny watching her struggle (a little mean but that’s true lol).

-She’s a good person to have as a partner really. She’s got her flaws here and there but if you can put up with it then it’ll work. She can be flirty but not full on perverted so no need to worry much there. She sometimes has a hard time giving you the space you need. She has a deep fear of being left behind so it’s hard sometimes for her to leave you to yourself. She’s extremely loyal and so are you. Make sure to let her know this so she can calm it down a little bit and also so she can give you some alone time haha. As far as flaws, she’s not too playful at first but I’m sure you bring it out in her later on. She’s got an uptight and classy way about her but only you can see her silly behind closed doors. She keeps up with her looks, always smelling like the best soaps and perfumes that you can find! She’s also chatty by default thanks to her career role. Sometimes you sit back and let her talk while you listen. It’s nice to have someone ask her questions for once instead of the other way around. She admires your ambition and she thinks your interests are rather lovely. She makes note of everything you like so when date night rolls around she knows what to do to make you happy. That’s just her long-term goal...making you happy.

#match up

[jennyhoyt]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💗

These are pretty much my 5 most recent fics. Crazy how skills develop like that. Do not read this if you don't like SIN. thank you.

5. The Fireside

A true cassie/jenny slow burn. I have 14ish chapters written but only one published because why would I do that. This is from an unpublished chapter but it's my favorite so. It's only last because I don't love all of it but I am proud of the work I put into it.

She laughs, “I hate you.”

She hates her so much, especially the way she carefully stands up from the table, fixing herself, adjusting the navy blue dress that couldn’t pass as a bridesmaid’s dress anyway, not in this world. Jenny’s head swims just watching her, she doesn’t even notice the music change, but is aware that suddenly she can hear her own thoughts a little too loudly. 

“No you don’t,” she hears Cassie say. She looks up and Cassie has her hand extended out to her. 

She shakes her head, “Cass…” she says, sinking back in her seat. 

“Come on,” she encourages, “let’s make more people uncomfortable.”

4. Into Light

Your classic Shoot fix-it-fic. Same deal as before, I've written 23 billion chapters but only published four blah blah. My first BIG chapter fic, I wrote it during nanowrimo my junior year of college instead of doing my midterms.

“ You never refer to her by her name” The machine will say to her. This usually frustrates Shaw and she will respond with something short. Feeling frustrated, mostly because the machine is right. She doesn’t refer to her by name, she doesn’t and she won’t. Not until she can believe that Root died for something and that her name can hold some value. She doesn’t say her name because she doesn’t feel like she deserves to, and also, because it hurts. Every time in the past when she’d say it to Root the tone was always annoyed, or frustrated, or pushing her away. She doesn’t think she’d ever regarded it as anything else.

The name Root and the woman it belonged to was the thorn in her side. Until it wasn’t. Until she wasn’t. Someday, when she can truly believe that all the things left in Root’s wake are significant and worth it and leave the world better off than if Root were still in it, then she’ll say it.

3. Smash or Pass

It's shoot smut, and it has the most hits of all my AO3 works. Yup.

Shaw leans over again, using one finger to brush Root’s hair away from her face, but avoiding any more contact than that, “simple” she comments, “I give a scenario...a place, a person, object” her voice falls a bit heavily on the last one, “and you tell me, smash...or pass”

2. Her Mouth like the Best Wine

This is the companion piece to my #1 fic. Yes all of my smut follows the exact same formula....it be like that. Honestly I like smash or pass a little bit more but I was just so brave about writing this you know.

also in finding this excerpt i realized the formatting is all fucked up on ao3 so that's cool

“When does the new relationship novelty usually wear off, for you?”

A sobering question. “For me?” Jenny asks for clarification, still laughing, “depends. Maybe I’m still waiting this time,” she mumbles the second part. Cassie leans in and stares at her for a moment before responding. Jenny tugs at the end of her blonde hair with her free hand, unconsciously, stopping abruptly with her lips pressed together. Cassie watches her thought process and it disarms her how the other woman just softens in front of her.

“It was…kind of a joke, Jenny,” Cassie says then. It wasn’t actually, but Jenny smiles at her anyway, “but you’re right,” Cassie continues, “love does make you stupid. For example, how I needed to blame a job for an excuse to take my girlfriend out to dinner.”

“Aw. I didn’t know you loved me."

Envy Slays the Strong-Willed

This is my favorite thing I've ever written but a long shot, and it's the most fun I've ever had writing. I don't know what I was doing right on February 9th 2022 but it worked and I've never experienced it since.

“You’ve got your gun on you somewhere?” Jenny asks then, running with the joke. 

The joke is on her though, because Cassie barely lifts up the hem of her dress, revealing the bottom of a gun holster on her right thigh. 

Right there, under the stark gas station lights that do no one any favors, Jenny then endures her second near-death experience. 

woooooooooo

#thatiranianphantom #long post #if you're not writing about women fucking in their kitchens and then using mangled bible verses as the title like what are you even doing #i hate big sky so much but it birthed a creativity in me i didn't know existed #sin

[silvereternitywrites]

The Mender

Prompt: You are the last one. Outnumbered and surrounded. You grip your weapon tightly.

Prompt Source: user Curious-Accident9189; subreddit “Writing Prompts”

It occurs to me, only distantly, that I should never be in this position. That this exact scenario, this moment, should be absolutely impossible.

No tactician ever wants the Healer to be stranded alone on the battlefield.

However, this is a distant, observational thought, and like so many of my other thoughts right now, it is simply a parallel process to everything that is happening around me. Because parallel to 'I should not be undefended' runs 'my Major would not have left me undefended if even one defender remained to send', with the terrible fury racing right alongside of 'what have they done to my Battalion'. I have a troop, war-healers all, trained in field quick-fixes to enable snatch-and-dash rescue maneuvers, because here, at the front line, is not where we are supposed to be.

My Battalion is not here. I can only hope that they are where I am supposed to be, a furlong behind the main column, well-guarded and tending to the wounded. I was traveling with the troop of new-pledged Healers, their escort to the main body of the army and through them to the relative safety of the Battalion's veterans. We were supposed to be entirely behind our own lines. It was supposed to be safe to collect a small, fast-moving troop of twenty-five and jog over the ridge to be back to my battalion in an hour.

Regardless of what is supposed to be, I am standing at a front line and I am the only one on my feet except the enemy. The enemy advances.

That is a mistake.

When I open my mouth a banshee scream pours out as a single warning even as I let my little knife, made for cutting away fabric from wounds, fall from my hands to pull out the far deadlier weapons I carry on my belt and always hope never to need. It is time that these who would take my loved ones away from me know me by my true title, one known for as much blood shed as saved.

I am ruthless, dispassionate, and as of this moment, when my fingers close tight around twin handles connected by a long, sharp chain, I am unstoppable. I am efficient- I do not bother with a gut wound when a stroke clean through the eye and out the other side will do, do not bother with disabling body or limb blows when a quick flick of my wrist has either my chain or a blade-tip kissing an artery or vein where they come close to the surface, don't try to hack through plate or mail when I know where every seam is and my weapon is thin and swift enough to nip in and out of that gap before it can close between one movement and the next.

All around me, enemies begin to fall, confusion written on their faces as they bleed out from single cuts in just the right places, as they die from wounds so swiftly and precisely placed that life is fading from their eyes before they can even begin to process the pain; I hear the ranks behind them begin to shift back from me. They are dying and they do not even know how or why.

They will not be afforded the opportunity to learn.

I do not let them retreat- when they step back, I step forward. When one lunges at me to try and buy time for his comrades, I open the side of his neck with the same motion that side-steps his blade, and his fellows are no safer from me as he expires at my feet. I keep advancing, relentless.

"Ripped and torn, shredded and shattered," I tell them, knowing from the burning in my eye sockets my eyes have lit up with my healing magic- green, the green of new spring growth, beautiful, kind green. It is worse for them, I know, to look into Healing eyes at the moment of their deaths, to see eyes of kindness and love and to know they die not for hatred, but for a lack of place for love to go. My magic tells me their every long-healed scar and weak point;, but I cannot, will not heal them, and so it bottles until I  radiate life in my wake, plants reclaiming corpses almost before they hit the ground. My voice is raw when I continue.

"Bruised and shorn, scared and shattered. The price of war, when it has ended- but fear not, all shall be-"

"YOU HAD US ATTACK THE FUCKING MENDER?!"

The terrified shrieking makes my final word go unheard, but it doesn't matter anymore. They know who I am. They know their generals sent them to die. They know they are all forfeit. Those who lay down weapons now and wait will be war captives- and they will labor for me directly, replacing or aiding every member of my Healing Battalion that I have lost, and I hear more than see a number of weapons hit the dirt followed shortly by faces. War captives, after all, are released after three years service. The rest try and rush me all at once, in one final bid to escape the fate their commanders have brought upon them, and I simply raise my blades to meet them. Their tactic is not new, and their bodies just as easily ruined as healed. It is not long until I again stand alone on what used to be the war front.

This time I have kneeling war captives scattered amid the dead.

"Gather your dead and give them whatever rites or honors appropriate as soon as all living combatants are clear of the field." I give them their first command, and watch their surprise even as they hop to obey. "First lesson for you: Healers don't get the luxury of being biased. If a patient comes into your care, you treat them as carefully as if they were your own precious child or parent, even if it's the same person who took your eye last week. I killed them, yes. I killed them swiftly and without pain. I killed them mercifully, as is a Healer's duty when needs must. Now the killed must be honored, but the dead only ever come after the needs of the living. Search every corpse pile for survivors. If you find one, flag me. Do whatever field care you know until I get to you. Yes, this includes any of your own who survived me. It is possible, under certain conditions, to survive lethal wounds."

"Madam Mender, a force coming to-- oh. You. Took care of it."

Turning, I find one of the Major's messengers, who looked very green in the face. Not used to the battlefront, yet, or the leavings of war.

"Tell me regardless."

"Uh- Major Battle sent me to warn you that a force was being sent to cut you off from the contingent and your battalion, and inform you that your unit is on route. You... have already encountered the force, and neutralized it, it seems?"

I blink. This was... not the battlefront? Just a setup of some sort, to get to me? Our enemies are far more foolish than I thought.

"Yes, and have more soldiers for my unit. Inform the Major and my second."

He looks like he wants to say more. I wait, with the patience of a healer who often sat through the night hoping for long shots to make it.

"Madam, should your- ah, um...Mending Needles be... cleaned and put away?"

Ah.

"I will. Once I'm sure there's no other ambush waiting. And tell your General," my voice drops to a snarl as one of the blades flicks up to the messenger's throat, eyes once more aglow, "that if he ever, EVER, pulls a stunt like this again, I will not stop at finishing the troops he sent after me, that I will not rest until I have skewered both his short-sighted eyes on the ends of my Menders and hung his head on the wall of his own tent. If he, or you, ever threaten my loved ones again, there will be nowhere you can hide and no distance you can run that will be safe from me. Understood?"

I wait until he has nodded frantically, babbling that he's not a traitor, just a double-agent, and when I dismiss him I keep my blades handy.

Because, as my Battalion and my general knows, though they are based off knitting needles, my weapons are not called 'needles'. Or hooks, daggers, short swords, or skewers, though at least the sewing pun was inventive. My weapons are called "Mender's Madness", or, because there are two, "the Menders" for short.

They really shouldn't have messed with the Healer.

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