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#this is going to cause problems when i move out 😅
lazycats-stuff · 5 months
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Okay, so I want some angst, so could you do something with Bruce and batbro where reader is the newest member of the batfamily and also a vigilante. His backstory is really sad and never had a parental figure. So when he does something stupid on a mission with no regard of his own health, Bruce scolds and lectures him about it, so reader snaps and says something like “I don’t know why you care so much!” And Bruce reply’s back with something like “because I am your father.” But the reader isn’t having it, overwhelmed with his feelings, he yells something like “you are NOT my father and I’m sure as hell not your son!” And runs away After that. Honestly I’m not sure how to end this so maybe you could think of something 😅😭
Oh anon, it's going to end with fluff. You are going to get angst, but the end will be fluffy. I can't handle pure angst.
Summary: (Y/N) has no regards to his own health and Bruce reprimands him. (Y/N) lets his feelings be known.
Warnings: Angst and fluff essentially, minor cursing, (Y/N) is confused, mentions of injuries.
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(Y/N) struggled badly with fitting in. Getting adopted by Bruce Wayne wasn't in his life plans. (Y/N) was fine on the streets. He educated himself in the library and he didn't need to go to school. Well, prison according to (Y/N)'s words. He didn't see a point in sitting in a classroom for hours on end.
And what was he going to learn there? He knows the basics of mathematics and he knows how to read and how to write. What more do you need in life? Equations?
Not in (Y/N)'s eyes.
It happened by pure accident. He was looking for his friend, hearing that he might have been in danger. Local gang was working through their neighborhood and he didn't like it.
He made sure to stay out of their way and he has advised his friends to do the same. However, people are not known to listen to directions and advices are they? The friend went missing and (Y/N) had to find him.
He didn't have many friends on the streets. It wasn't a bad thing, but you need to have some acquaintances. (Y/N) tried to be nice to everyone he came across, of course, he can't make everyone like him, but he tries.
He doesn't want any trouble. He just wants to get on his life easily.
During that fateful night, Batman and (Y/N) met one another for the first time. (Y/N) was shocked to find him here, but has guessed that he was just investigating. Bruce observed the boy for a moment before starting his interrogation.
He saw (Y/N)'s fear. His eyes widened, hands trembling at the sides. Not to mention the fact that (Y/N) was high on adrenaline. Bruce saw that he wasn't an enemy, just a scared kid. Bruce relaxed and asked (Y/N) some questions.
(Y/N) was stuttering as he answered Batman's questions. It was scary to see the Dark Knight in such proximity. (Y/N) knew that one wrong more will cause him to be maimed.
Of course, Batman wouldn't harm kids, but he is not really known to be patient for information so there was this inate fear that Batman might beat him up. (Y/N) doesn't have any type of medical insurance and...
But Batman was nice to him ever so gently asking him questions about the local gang that's moving in the neighborhood. He offered (Y/N) a position on an informant, but (Y/N) had to decline. Snitches get stiches and (Y/N) didn't want to die.
Bruce nodded at that statement. He understood. Nobody wants to be put in that type of situation. The stress, pressure... Bruce went home that night and he couldn't stop thinking about (Y/N). There was something about the kid that Bruce couldn't stop thinking about.
Maybe he sensed a lack of parental, more so a fatherly figure. Afterall, Bruce has a problem with adopting children and more so, taking strays in.
One night, he was taken to CPS and from there to an orphanage. He was shocked at how fast it has happened. From the cold streets to at least warm bed.
The kids there are not really something that he... Liked per say. Growing up on the streets, he didn't trust anyone, except one person, from whom he was now far away from. Unfortunately, he had no way of getting out, even after observing the pattern of how things to work around here.
Their patrols were good and chances of him escaping are slim. No, not slim, they are non existent. So he gave up after a while. He sat on his bed, reading a book from the library. Somehow (Y/N) ended up in a Wayne Orphanage and it had a library. Bruce Wayne is posh as hell.
(Y/N) looked from his book when he heard a knock on his door. It was Lisa who entered. She is a nice lady and (Y/N) liked her a lot. She understood him and she was never pushy with him.
" Hey (Y/N). There is a man here who wants to talk to you. " She said, all smiles. (Y/N) raised his brow in curiosity. He closed the book and put it aside, standing from the bed.
" What for? " (Y/N) asked as he followed Lisa through the halls. He wondered what it was. If it was GCPD, he won't talk. Again, he isn't a snitch.
" Oh don't worry, it's nothing really serious. Well- You know, you will see. " Lisa said, all smiles still.
" Oh no. " (Y/N) said quietly as they stopped at the director's office. She knocked before entering, letting (Y/N) go to the chair first then closed the door before sitting down herself.
(Y/N) turned his head and it was Bruce Wayne himself. What the hell?
" (Y/N), I have some good news for you. " The director started and (Y/N) felt nervous beyond belief now. And it had to involve Bruce Wayne somehow? Oh dear God.
" Bruce Wayne wants to adopt you. " The director said, clapping his hands. (Y/N)'s mouth dropped a little bit.
" What? " (Y/N) asked quietly, wondering what was happening. His mind couldn't even wrap itself around the concept of adoption.
" I know, it seems like a lot, but you are going to be adopted. " Director smiled and (Y/N) tried to say something, but couldn't.
" Now, you can go back to your room to pack up. " Director said and (Y/N) stood up, feeling like he could keel over at any point. Lisa went with him, seeing that he is very shocked. She saw that he didn't want to talk, but she was worried about him passing out on the way.
" Are you happy? " Lisa asked as they walked into (Y/N)'s room.
" I mean... " (Y/N) started talking as he took a sports bag. " I'm shocked. " (Y/N) whispered, packing his clothes. He took his personal stuff and put them in the bag.
" I know. But you have a chance to have a great life. " Lisa said, trying to help him out. (Y/N) sighed quietly as he packed up. He didn't have a lot either.
" I know. But still. " (Y/N) said, putting the bag on his shoulder. He looked back once more to see if he missed anything.
" Hey, if you ever need to talk, you can always talk to me. " Lisa said, giving him a quick hug before stepping aside to walk (Y/N) back to the office.
(Y/N) has never felt so nervous in his life. He only had his mother, but when she passed away, he ended up on the streets. Having a father figure now is something new to him. He didn't really don't know how to feel.
" Hey, don't worry. " Lisa said, putting a hand on his shoulder to bring him back from his head. (Y/N) nodded, but Lisa still knows that he never had a father figure. And fathers and mothers are very different parent types.
" He is aware of what you have been through. " Lisa tried to console him, but he didn't find any comfort in her words. He didn't like it at all.
It has been a year since he started living with Bruce Wayne and (Y/N) felt like he was out of place. The other kids are okay and they actually like him, but (Y/N) feels like he doesn't belong here. He is only used to mother like figures and connecting to Bruce in general is hard. To (Y/N) he looks like he is allergic to emotions.
Not to mention the fact that he is Batman and the others are Robins. He fainted when he found out and he was offered training to become a vigilante himself. (Y/N) thought about it for a long time.
It's a big commitment to become a vigilante. You need to keep your head calm and you yourself need to have the nerves to be patient. (Y/N) didn't think he could do it because there was so much anger inside of him.
It wasn't loud anger, no. It was quiet anger. It's a more dangerous type of anger and it's the one that eats you from the inside out. Not to mention, you need to be talkative, you need to talk through the comms and what not.
But (Y/N) didn't really enjoy it. He is an introverted person and he didn't really like to talk or go out somewhere and fight crime. But in the end, he thought about making a difference.
Will he make it though?
(Y/N) remembered every time he was out on the street. He stayed out of every ones way. Even though he had a great friend on the streets, he still never opened up to him fully. He has never bared his soul open for anyone to see.
He probably never will bare it to anyone. And one thing that made him think against being a vigilante was the fact that he can't really follow direction and orders.
But then again, maybe he is could make a difference. Batman can't eradicate crime, but he can give the city a boost and he has already given the criminals the fear. (Y/N) knew the fear very well. There was often a thought on his mind, whether or not Batman was watching.
But in the end, he decided to join. Bruce trained him and it felt weird to have some sort of guidance. And to have a support from a male figure is something... Nice and yet confusing beyond belief.
But he still couldn't quite wrap his mind around the fact that he had a father figure. And he felt some of the quiet anger disappear. It felt nice.
All of (Y/N)'s feelings boiled over when patrol went wrong. He disobeyed Bruce's direct orders. (Y/N) knew that he was in so much trouble, but the night has been so tiring and so exhausting. He got hurt, his body bruised and everything in him ached. He just wanted to take a cold shower and go to bed.
But that won't happen ever so easily.
(Y/N) walked off, not in the mood to listen to Bruce's lecture. It was just the two of them, since the others were busy with their own things. He didn't want to prolong this shit.
" (Y/N)! Stop right there! " Bruce yelled and Alfred turned his head. He knew that (Y/N) has put himself in danger by disobeying an order, but he couldn't stop his worry from showing on his face.
Oh no.
(Y/N) listened to Bruce, refusing to turn himself to face Bruce. He could feel anger rolling off of him in waves. He had to think of something that wouldn't result in him further angering Bruce.
" Turn around. " Bruce said, ever so calmly. (Y/N) knew that this is anything but calm. (Y/N) listened to the order, slowly turning.
Bruce's face was neutral, but (Y/N) saw anger in his eyes. Oh, he was in for a treat.
" You disobeyed a direct order! You could have died! " Bruce started and (Y/N) felt his fists clench. There was something building in his chest, something hot and heavy, settling near the heart.
" I had a plan! When I tell you to do something in the field, you listen to me! " Bruce kept on yelling and (Y/N) felt like he was going to keel over. He tried to unclench his fists, but he couldn't.
The anger had kept growing and growing.
" Why do you even care?! " (Y/N) yelled back, allowing the anger to take over. Bruce didn't even flinch at the yelling and he seemingly got louder.
" Because I'm your FATHER! " Bruce said, making sure to put importance on the word father. Something got triggered in (Y/N) and the thing that has settled near the heart exploded.
" YOU AREN'T MY FATHER AND I'M NOT YOUR SON! " (Y/N) yelled back with so much ferocity and so much anger that Bruce had to rear back a little bit.
The words stung a little bit and Bruce saw tears falling down (Y/N)'s face. (Y/N) took a deep breath before walking off up the surface and out of the cave. Bruce stood still and Alfred looked at one another.
" Well, I think he finally let it out. " Alfred said, trying to light up the mood, but it didn't work.
" Should I let him be for now? " Bruce wondered rubbing his face.
" Yes. He is at the moment angry and he needs to let it out. " Alfred said, rubbing the back of his neck.
While the two are having a discussion on what to do and how to approach (Y/N), the said boy ran to his room breaking down in the hall, just before entering. He fell down on his knees, sobbing quietly. He wiped his face before entering his dark room.
He quickly removed his suit before stepping into the shower. He showered with ice cold water to ease the pain of some bruises. He tried to calm down, but nothing worked. He changed into his pajamas and just crawled into bed.
He had no interest in staying awake anymore. But he couldn't go to sleep. Did he have to yell like that? Probably not. But those feelings are something that have been bubbling for a little over a year and if he kept them in for a while longer, it would eat him up completely.
But Bruce was very nice to him for the time (Y/N) has been here. (Y/N) closed his eyes as he tried to sleep, but he couldn't. His mom once said to never go to bed angry, but he was to stubborn too look for Bruce.
But it seems that fate would have it that Bruce seeks (Y/N) out first. Bruce entered the room quietly and (Y/N) was just still, pretending to be asleep. Bruce knows this trick very well, but he played along for (Y/N)'s sake.
Bruce sat on the edge of the bed, near his back. (Y/N) felt the bed dip and he remained still as possible.
" I know you think I don't care, but I do. You are my son no matter what and seeing you hurt on patrol made me feel scared. I shouldn't have yelled at you, but I was scared and angry at myself. " Bruce said and (Y/N) moved closer to Bruce, trying to find some comfort in his arms.
Bruce didn't say anything else as he embraced his son, who sobbed quietly in his embrace. Bruce knew that (Y/N) has never had a father figure in his life, but he didn't realize it was that bad.
Bruce would try to be better for (Y/N), but for now, the night is too fragile for something bigger. It was just enough for tonight.
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moyokeansimblr · 3 months
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lcandothisallday · 11 months
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Okay jack concept here: the reader & him dated in the past but even though they broke up his family still talks to her & invite her to a gathering in hopes to get her & jack back together because they know how much they both miss each other & whatever they do works because in the end they’re back together
Promises - Jack Harlow x f!reader
note: damn this is looongg😅 sorry but uh i hope y’all enjoy. haven’t written anything in a MINUTE
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When you moved to Louisville in your senior year of highschool, you never expected to fall in love. In fact, that was the last thing on your mind, hoping to stay focused on your studies in preparation for university—but Jack Harlow was one persistent motherfucker.
“Come on Y/N!” Jack exclaimed as he chased you down the long school hallway, his hand reaching for your arm to stop you from walking away. The last bell finally rung and you were desperate to go home. “Why won’t you give me a chance?” he pouted, looking down at you adorably with his big bulky glasses and his curly hair pushed out of his eyes.
You let out a sigh as you stared up at him. You couldn’t deny that you thought he was cute
but he was the popular guy in school. This had to be some sick joke.“Jack
just drop it—”
“No! Tell me why first!” he insisted. “If you don’t like me or if you think I’m ugly then just say that! I can handle rejection.”
Upon hearing that, your eyes widened. “What? No! Of course I don’t think you’re ugly
I just
why me?” you ask with furrowed brows. “Guys don’t usually like me,” you sigh. “Plus I know guys like you. You’re a player. Only intrigued now because I’m new but when I give in you’ll use me then throw me to the curb for the next girl
that’s why I don’t wanna give you a chance.”
Jack licked his lips, his hands rubbing down his smooth face. “Well the guys where you’re from clearly didn’t have good taste
and I promise it’s not just cause you’re new. Just one date? I won’t hurt you
I promise.”
“One date Jack Harlow. We’ll see how it goes.”
And for the most part, Jack kept his promise. The years went on perfectly. You two managed to fall in love and he was all of your major firsts. You supported him all throughout his career but you always chose to stay private, not wanting to be in the spotlight or public eye which he supported.
And since then too, your relationship with his family grew exponentially. At first his Mom was a bit hesitant, fearing that you’d break his heart but the more she got to know you and spend time with you, you easily became the daughter she never had. She loved you like her own and it wasn’t quite a Harlow family gathering without you being there by Jack’s side.
However, it seemed as though everything changed when he did his Chicken Shop date interview. It was no secret that Jack had a major glowup and that interview in particular sparked the internet’s interest in the upcoming rapper, even being deemed as the new ‘white boy of the month’ and the internet’s boyfriend. That’s when the problems started.
Jack bit his lip in contemplation as he watched you get prepared for bed. You were standing in front of the mirror, finishing up your skincare routine by applying your moisturizer. Once done, you made your way into the bed and raised your brow at your boyfriend.
“Why do I feel like you have something you wanna tell me?” you laughed.
Jack took in a breath and ran a loose hand through his curls. “Look ma—the team thinks you should take down all of our photos together on insta.” You furrow your brows as you turn to look at him.
“Why?”
He lets out a sigh. “They think it’ll be better if we stay private for my brand—” You can’t help but scoff at his response. “Is that what you think too?” you ask him.
Jack groans, “baby it’s what’s best for my career at the moment
it’s better if people think I’m single to keep up that persona they’re going for. Plus you don’t even like being in the spotlight—”
“Yeah but I still like posting my boyfriend,” you interrupt with a frown. “Plus I’m already private on Instagram.”
“Ma, fans always find a way to get that shit even if you're super private,” Jack sighed. “Please baby? They really think it’s better this way. And it won’t change anything about us
I love you and it just means we get to be more private about our relationship without fans getting in the way especially with the sudden interest,” he persuaded sweetly—but it was more like manipulation unbeknownst to you.
You sigh before nodding reluctantly. “Okay
I’ll archive all of the photos of us,” you reassure.
Jack grinned as he swiftly cupped your cheeks and placed a soft kiss to your lips. “You’re the best ma.”
While it did partly not sit right with you that he wanted to hide your relationship from the public, you also heard many celebrity stories of relationships ending because of overbearing fans so you decided for the time being, it was the right choice.
As Jack gained more attention within the industry, he also gained much more attention from women which truth be told, was starting to become a difficulty.
Jack sat on the couch with his head in his hands as he rubbed his temples. “Ma you gotta calm down—”
“No I’m not gonna calm down! You were flirting with her on camera! I keep trying to be understanding of how all of this can help your career but you’re constantly direspecting me either by flirting with other girls or having them up all over you!” you exclaim. “It’s not fair to me.”
Jack let out an annoyed groan. “I told you it meant nothing but gaining a connection! Her team literally contacted me to do a song together so it’s obviously for work!” he yelled.
You take in a breath as your eyes collect with tears. “It still hurts to see Jack! You do it too much now--it's like you enjoy that extra attention,” you say with a shaky voice. “I don’t
I don’t wanna be private anymore. I want people to know you have a girl,” you sniffle.
Jack clenched his jaw and his hands balled up into fists. “I’m not doing this right now Y/N!"
“If you keep acting like you’re single then you’re gonna end up single Jack
”
“Yeah well maybe that’s what the both of us need right now.”
And just like that, a relationship that lasted nearly five years went down the drain and it hurt more than anything you’d ever experienced before. His family took it quite hard, having to get adjusted to you not being around anymore.
Whenever his mom would see you around Louisville, she always made the effort to stop you and spend however long just chatting it up with you. You thought it was adorable and it truly warmed your heart that his family still loved you despite the relationship ending but the reminder still hurt.
This time, you bumped into his mom at the grocery store and she wasn’t going to let you go easily.
“Y/N!” she exclaimed. “Haven’t seen you around in a while!” she continued with a hum. You let out a polite chuckle, hoping the conversation would end quickly.
“It’s nice to see you Maggie,” you say genuinely. “And yeah, I’ve been in and out of the city trying to find a job somewhere more exciting,” you chuckle. Since you didn’t really have Jack anymore to tie you to Louisville, you thought it was best to venture out more for work, either in New York or California.
Maggie frowned playfully, “then we’d be missing you,” she rebutted. You let out a laugh before shrugging. “Nothing keeping me here anymore,” you say, hoping she’d catch the tiny hint. “Even my parents moved back to where we’re from.”
Maggie nodded in understanding and the both of you enter a sort of silence before she spoke up again. “He misses you you know?”
You can’t help but scoff, shaking your head at her comment. “No he does not
he’s happy living the single life he’s wanted since he got signed to his label,” you mumble.
“Sweetheart—that isn’t true—”
“Then why hasn’t he reached out since then?” you ask, eyes beginning to tear up. “It’s been months and if he missed me then he would’ve done
something,” you sigh.
Maggie licked her lips and nodded. “Well we miss you,” she said nonchalantly. “I’ve gotten used to you being around so how about you come over this weekend for dinner?” she suggested.
You instantly shake your head. “I don’t think that’s quite a good idea—”
“You’d be coming for me. Please.”
“But—” as you go to reject once more, you knew that you couldn’t turn Maggie down. “Okay fine.”
Maggie beamed and reached to give you a hug. “I’ll see you Saturday at six then!”
Saturday rolls around and you approach the Harlow house with a heavy and anxious heart. You really didn’t want to be there but you hated to disappoint Maggie. You ring the doorbell and as always, she greets you with the warmest smile and hug.
You cautiously enter and slightly inspect the house for any signs that Jack was home. When you were pretty certain that he wasn’t, you let out a heavy breath of relief and aim to enjoy your time with Maggie.
Meanwhile, Jack, Urban, Druski, and Clay were all sat in the backyard of his home, chatting it up. It was dark out so it wasn’t easy to look out into the backyard from inside the house, but it was much easier to look into the house from the backyard.
“Bro
” Druski began, smacking Jack’s arm to get his attention. “Isn’t that your ex girl?” he asked, pointing towards the window that showed into the kitchen. Jack glanced over and his eyes went wide as he saw you laughing with his mom. “What the fuck?” Jack mumbled under his breath, getting up and storming into the house in frustration.
Upon seeing her son storm in, Maggie smiled knowingly. “Nice of you to join us Jackman,” she hummed.
“What the fuck is she doing here?!” he practically yelled, causing you to wince. Maggie stood her ground and looked at her son sternly. “I invited her to have dinner with us—”
“I didn’t know you’d be here,” you mumble quietly. Jack scoffed. “It’s my parents house—why wouldn’t I be here?” he spat back in question.
You take in a steady breath, your hands slightly shaking from the anxiety you were experiencing. As you go to respond, Maggie steps in. "Mind your manners Jackman. She came out of respect for me because I kept incessantly asking," she stated matter of factly.
Jack could only groan in annoyance, before he waved off his mom. "Whatever man--enjoy your dinner," he mumbled, causing his mother to raise her brows in questions. "Are you not joining us for dinner?"
The curly haired man let out a snarky puff of air before shrugging nonchalantly. "Nah--I've got guests in the backyard," he replied as he walked straight out.
As Jack walked back out through the sliding glass doors to the backyard once again, Urban shot up from his chair with wide eyes. "Dude! What are you doing back out here?" he exclaimed in question and shock. "All you've been doing the past fucking 6 months was sulk around and complain about missing her and now that you've got a chance right in front of you you're psyching yourself out?"
"It's not that easy," Jack mumbled while shaking his head with stubbornness.
“I don’t know what happened in there but this is quite literally your one and only chance to win her back otherwise—”
“Otherwise you’re gonna have to let her go completely,” Druski jumped in matter of factly. “Cos a girl like that sure as hell ain’t gonna wait up on a dude like you forever.” Urban agreed which caused Jack to sigh. He knew they were right—he was just to scared to admit it.
“What if she doesn’t want me? What if she’s been done with me?” he asked.
Urban smirked, “then she wouldn’t be at your house having dinner with your mom dumbass. Now go!” he exclaimed, pushing Jack back towards the back entrance of the house.
Jack slipped in and raised his brow when he saw his mom sitting at the table alone. “Where’s y/n?”
Maggie sighed and pointed towards the front door. “She’s about to leave—said she didn’t feel comfortable staying after upsetting you.”
“Shit,” Jack muttered under his breath, rushing to the front of the house and swinging open the front door. Luckily you hadn’t gotten far, just about to unlock your car and get in. “Y/n can we talk?” he asked exasperatedly, running a hand through his curls that had gotten much longer since the last time you’d seen him.
You let out a sigh and turn to face Jack. “You’ve already said all you needed to. I should’ve respected you and not come and I’m sorry—”
“But I’m glad you came,” Jack interrupted quickly. “I know I didn’t show it in there but I am
y/n I miss you,” he confessed quietly.
You can’t help but scoff. “Yeah well you have a pretty funny way of showing that—”
Jack furrowed his brows, “how did you expect me to react? You showed up unannounced and caught me off guard,” he defended.
You rolled your eyes and the both of you stood silent for a moment before Jack cleared his throat. "Do you miss me too?” he asked, his voice timid.
You let out a sigh. “Even if I did Jack we clearly don’t work.”
“My mindset on all of this has changed. Ever since I dropped the second album and finished up the tour, I realized this life ain’t sustainable and that I needed to be more lowkey
I think part of me needed to experience it first to know,” he explained with a sigh. “I’m sorry it took hurting you to realize that but I know now and I wanna pick up where we left off,” he breathed out, nervous that you’d reject him.
Your brows furrowed at his words. “You’re assuming I haven’t already moved on—”
“You wouldn’t be here if you did,” Jack stated confidently, standing tall as he reiterated what Urban had said earlier.
He had caught you slightly off guard with that statement, causing your face to heat up and for you to be at a loss for words. "T-That doesn't mean I'm ready to jump back into thin--"
"Do you love me?"
"Jack--"
"Y/N, do you love me?" Jack asked again, inching his way closer to you. "You're gaslighting me," you mumbled, narrowing your eyes as you peered up at him.
The curly haired man couldn't help but let out a chuckle. "It really is a simple question," he shrugged. You couldn't deny the heat that came from Jack's body as he moved closer to you, his piercing blue eyes fixated on yours. You could feel his breath on your neck as he whispered, "I want to hear you say it...I need to hear you say it," he sighed softly, damn near begging you at that point from fear of losing you.
Your heart was racing, your mind in a whirlwind of emotions. You wanted to say it, to scream it from the rooftops. But something held you back--the thought of him hurting you again or going back to his ways even after he claimed he worked on himself terrified you.
"Of course I love you," you finally confessed, looking away from him as your cheeks flared up with heat.
Jack's hand cupped your chin, turning your face back towards his. "Look at me," he demanded softly. "I want to see it in your eyes."
You met his gaze, and as the intensity of his stare bore into you, you felt a wave of desire wash over you. He leaned in, his lips dangerously close to yours. "Say it again," he breathed.
"I love you," you whispered, and before you could say another word, Jack's mouth was on yours, his hands roaming freely over your body. In that moment, nothing else mattered except the two of you, lost in a passion that couldn't be extinguished.
Eventually when the two of you pulled away, Jack kept close, resting his forehead against yours. "I'll be better to you, I promise," he spoke against your lips. "I ain't losing you again."
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noisyquokka · 6 months
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Bro you write Felix so well! I have an idea for a request if you're willing ^^
He buys the reader flowers a lot and keeps one from each bouquet so he knows when the rest are dying and he can buy them more! It doesn't have to be boyfriend!felix, I'll leave that up to you! Just something super cute and wholesome, love that!!
A Lesson in Gift-Giving
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PAIRING - Felix x GN!Reader
SYNOPSIS - Sometimes gift-giving doesn't go as smooth as you plan. Felix realizes the error of his ways after months away on tour.
WORDCOUNT - 2.5k
WARNINGS - Fluff, humor, newly-established relationship, which means there's a little miscommunication, but we get through it like champs âœŠđŸ»
A/N - I love this idea so much! Got a little inspo just from your request, which I added in, hope you don't mind 😅 Wrote it as bf!Felix just cause it's a vibe.
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"This is... definitely not getting out of hand."
You mutter these words to yourself as you stare down the latest delivery of fresh cut flowers sitting on your kitchen counter. Pink and white mini-carnations stare back at you in all their ruffled-petal glory, their sweet scent wafting through your personal space. The handwritten note between your fingers is cheesy and adorable; so very Felix. You scratch the side of your head in bemusement.
Most would say such a reaction to a bouquet of flowers was rude, considering it came from your boyfriend. But as you sit here amongst the variety of florals in your home, you think you've had enough to sustain you for the rest of the year.
It all began with one trip to a local Flea Market. You had stepped inside one of the mini shops on the way out only to catch the dashing white orchids in their pot on the shelf. Felix had offered to buy them for you as a little gift, and with hearts in your eyes, you had accepted. You stare at it now - a glorious centerpiece of four months that is absolutely thriving in its own right.
Then came the fresh cut peonies.
You were over the moon when Felix had surprised you with the first bouquet two weeks later, but you never could've imagined the deluge of flowers that would follow like clockwork. And you accepted all of them with the utmost gratitude. You'd also developed an odd relationship with the delivery guy over time; saying nothing verbally, but everything with the great art of facial miming, if that was even a thing.
The only thing about such a gift is that your place was beginning to look less like a home and more like a florist's shop. Your kitchen island not only held your thriving orchid display, but those same lush peonies, now dried in hues of dusty pinks. As your collection of flowers grew, so did your creativity. The flourishing arrangement of blooms that you had gotten for your four month anniversary had been carefully pressed between paper-towel-lined book pages for roughly two weeks before you were able to proudly display them in the frame above your bed.
It's safe to say you've turned just about every blank space in your home into a floral oasis over the last few months.
What was supposed to be a simple, romantic gesture was quickly derailing. Only problem was you had to be the one to stop it. After being with Felix for six months, you'd think such a simple conversation would be... well, simple. And yet, you stand here in a state of blooming panic.
A knock at the door brings you back to your current predicament. Your fingers twitch around the cardstock, crumpling the edge as your feet move in short strides toward the entrance. You're half expecting the delivery guy again, but as you swing the door open, you're even more surprised to find your boyfriend standing there with a smile that rivals the sun and-
"More flowers...!"
They're Dahlias this time - an arrangement of small but vibrant Orange Button blooms that compliment their larger, blushing Café au Lait companions. The contrast between them in both size and color is stunning; warm candle flames licking at the edges of whimsical ivory bones.
"Special delivery!" Felix's bubbly voice sets your heart in motion, and although you're seeing flower petals behind your eyelids, you can't help but smile at the cellophane-wrapped bouquet in his hand. A tote bag hangs off his other arm, filled to the brim with you can only guess what.
"Felix!?" You shake your head but lunge at him with open arms, a mix of confusion and excitement crossing your face. "Tour doesn't end for another three days. What are you doing here?"
"Last stop was canceled so I pulled some strings and caught a red-eye." He murmurs, burying his nose into your scalp. You feel him sink into your touch, a deep release of breath that says he's happy to be back home. God, did he miss you.
You pull away, ushering him inside and taking the flowers with the utmost care.
"Dahlias aren't even in season yet, where'd you get these?!"
You miss the furrow of his brow as he slugs his shoes off at the mat, following you through the immediate hallway.
"I may have pulled some more strings..." Felix trails off, footsteps faltering once he's in the open space of the kitchen and living room. He hears your laugh, lips quirking into a lopsided grin as he takes in the familiar centerpiece on the island. When you turn around, you catch those brown eyes shift from the orchids to the peonies that sit beside them. He points at the mummified bouquet with a tilt of his head.
"Are those~" He blinks, setting the tote bag down on the cool marble. "Are those the peonies I bought you for our one month?"
You hum an affirmative, lips thinning as you disappear down the hallway in search of a vase. Every single floral in your house is like a bright red flag in the apartment; waving rampantly in your peripheral as you pass through the living room. Good god, Felix hasn't even noticed those yet. The thought has you losing focus, fingers mindlessly shuffling through the vast collection of vases in the hall closet.
The crumpled petals in their muted pinks and creams stare back at the man as he leans against the kitchen island, chin resting in the palm of his hand with narrowed eyes. Felix would've expected these to be long gone by now. The peonies that had once been so vibrant and alive are nothing more than dried stems and petals in a ceramic vase. To him, they look less-than-lively in their current state. The sound of socked feet padding back into the living room shifts his attention. He doesn't even notice the other displays behind you, too focused on your presence alone.
"I'm no florist, Love, but these look like they're past their prime." There's a hint of a smile on his lips when he finishes his quip, and you can't help but chuckle. Twitchy fingers reach for the junk drawer handle, pulling it open with a lazy arm.
"I know they're not as beautiful as when you first gave them to me," You say, grabbing the set of pruners and scissors that rest among snack clips, rubber bands and the like, "but trust me when I say that they're still pretty."
"They look dead." He deadpans, padding around the island in few strides. He watches you work intently, leaning against the countertop as you cut the wrapping away and cut back the stems. The tap runs in the sink, cooler for the delicate blooms in your hands.
"They're not-" You start, filling the chosen vase a quarter of the way and mixing the food packet in. Your cheeks feel warm from the comment and you dip your head as you work. "Well, I guess they are technically dead..."
You hear the chuff of a laugh from your boyfriend and glance over your shoulder, quickly looking forward again when you find citrine eyes already on you. The grin on Felix's face is soft and yet you feel your face heat up even more. If he's teasing me about the peonies, what's he gonna say about the others?
"I dried them, so to me, they're just... frozen in time." You say, pruning the few leaves from the lower stems.
"You dried them?" He sounds surprised. You nod, placing the flowers into their yellow porcelain vase, fiddling with the placement of each blossom more than you should.
It's now, when you're preoccupied, that Felix's eyes rove over the island to the living room and his eyes widen. The Gladiolus bouquet from almost two weeks ago sits on the coffee table as a centerpiece, still alive by some miracle. Even more surprising, the Hydrangeas from a week and a half ago sit in a glass jar on the console table behind your sofa. The water in the makeshift vase is just about gone, settled in the base of the jar touching just the tips of the clipped stems.
"Baby, how are these still alive?" He asks, walking around the island towards the displays in the living area. Your attention shifts, following his movements as he stands there baffled by the still pristine blooms on the coffee table. Felix turns his head to you, your fingers laced in front of you as you move away from the Dahlias in their yellow porcelain vase.
"Felix, I have to tell you something."
Dark brows knit at your tone, voice mumbling and awkward as you tap your index nail onto your opposite ones.
"What, Love?"
"It's just- ah-" You let out a tense exhale, your heart beat picking up in your chest. "It's a little embarrassing to say, and I don't want you to take this the wrong way, but the flowers have gotten a bit out of hand... and..."
You pause in your ramblings, glancing up to your boyfriend who is still fascinated by the week old flowers. He picks up the jar of Hydrangeas with a careful hand, eyeing the petals that have begun their wilting and drying process. Observing. Analyzing. For a moment you believe he's so focused on them that your words have gone unheard, but he shifts his gaze to yours with arched brows and narrowed browns.
"How'd you manage to keep these fresh so long? The florist's site said they'd last a little under a week if you were lucky."
You tilt your head toward the ceiling, pressing your lips together as you scratch at the nape of your neck.
"I may or may not have some background in floristry..." You trail, voice going higher as you speak. Your fingers clench over your thumb as your eyes flicker about the living space, avoiding eye contact. "It's part of why I'm telling you. I love the flowers, Felix, I really do. But, it's just becoming a bit much."
"Love," Felix sets the flowers down with a sigh, and you keep your eyes on the far wall out of shame. He's mad, disappointed... he's something! And it's not a good someth-
You startle at the feeling of warm hands cupping your cheeks and your wide eyes dart forward to meet his. He takes in your expression, noticing the nervous shifting and fidgeting. Felix offers you his full attention - a warm smile and warm eyes, those familiar crescents.
"Why are you so nerved up? There's nothing to be ashamed of, you know I support you in everything." He leans forward and in an instant you feel him press a kiss to your forehead. Your chest lightens at the gesture.
"So you're not mad?"
"Never! Though I wish you would've told me that you were knowledgeable in fresh cut flowers. I only sent you new ones after the flower I took from each bouquet wilted on me."
His confession makes you laugh, your eyes closing as you shake your head.
"I was wondering why one was missing from every delivery. I thought someone was shortchanging you!"
"No, I wanted you to have something to brighten up the place when I'm gone. I guess I didn't consider the idea of you knowing anything on flowers..." He trails, chuckling to himself. His hands leave your face, taking their familiar place wrapped around your waist as he pulls you into him. Felix's chin rests atop your head, and you bring your own arms around his torso, nails scratching lightly against his shoulder blades. You press your face into his chest.
"So, where'd you learn all your magical floristry skills from?" He asks, glancing around the place for any other old bouquets he'd gifted you.
"My grandfather." You murmur, tilting your head up to catch his eye. Your arms tighten around him. "He was always out in the garden, spent most of his lifetime caring for his flowers out there, I'm pretty sure. Everything he'd taught me was through his own trial and error."
"Well, sure seems like you've perfected some of his teachings." Felix muses, grinning down at you. A scoff leaves you and you wave away his high praises.
"It's nothing, really. I just enjoy the process." You feel your cheeks heating up again, so you press your face back into the fabric of his hoodie.
"It's nothing?" Felix's arms tighten around your waist, lifting you easily and sitting himself down on the couch so you're draped over his lap. You settle your face in the crook of his neck, feeling him huff out a content sigh as he relaxes into the cushions. "You are so humble... but you have to admit, you're a natural at this. Maybe we should open up a flower shop together, hm? I'll take the orders, you just do your thing with this beautiful mind of yours." He nuzzles his chin into the side of your head with a chuckle, fingers cascading over the skin of your hip.
"You gonna take orders on tour, too?" You tease, fighting back a grin.
"You betcha! Your talent can be shipped worldwide." He glances down to gauge your reaction, the corners of his lips curled up in a smug amusement. Though there's that genuine affection seeping through as well. The kind that makes your heart flutter. You roll your eyes, but your hostility is lost with the curl to your lips. You press a soft kiss to Felix's neck, his expression shifting as he rests his head against the back of the couch.
"You really think I could open a flower shop?"
"You could be anything you wanna be, Love." He says, shifting so that you're facing each other. He draws you closer, hands moving to the curve of your shoulders. You can feel his heart beating against your own, missing that skin-to-skin contact that he's been craving for the past few months on tour. The living room settles into contentedness for a moment; just fingers brushing skin and shallow breaths as you both keep your eyes on one another.
"I love you," Felix whispers, lips brushing against yours once, twice, until they fully connect in a sweet kiss.
"And I love you," You mumble, smiling against him. "but I'll happily take your brownies every week for the next year."
"No more flowers, then?" You scrunch your nose at his question, pressing your lips together to stop yourself from laughing at the ridiculousness of your situation.
"You are the biggest rom-com protagonist I've ever laid my eyes on."
Felix's eyes light up with a playful spark as he tilts his head to the side, a deep chuckle rumbling his chest.
"What can I say, I try." He's oh, so humble about it; eyebrows arching in a cocky manner, a lopsided grin on his lips. He presses another kiss to your lips, slow and lingering as his hands slip to your lower back. You can't help but smile against his mouth, bringing a hand up to tangle in the dark tresses of hair. He hums before pulling back, suddenly remembering something.
"Speaking of being the best boyfriend alive-"
"Your words, but sure-"
"-I brought some takeout and a few other gifts from overseas... but you said you wanted brownies soooo..." He looks off elsewhere, and you roll your eyes.
"Babe!"
Felix laughs, the sound a gentle melody to your ears. Your eyes meet again and he shoots you a loving smile, nodding toward the bag sitting on the counter.
"They're yours, Love." He murmurs, fingers tapping the side of your leg to usher you off the couch.
"C'mon. The quicker we eat, the quicker I get to cuddle you to sleep."
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Psst!! If you made it this far, thank you for taking the time to read my work 💕 I appreciate you!
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holdmytesseract · 10 months
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moodboard by @chennqingg <3
Rules To Break
Jotun!Prince!Loki Laufeyson x fem!Æsir!Princess!Reader
Summary: Prince Loki of Jotunheim - son of King Laufey and heir to the throne is assigned to train a bunch of Asgardian men, in order to turn them into warriors. What happens when Odin's daughter, Princess Y/N crosses his paths in ways he would've never expected? While the Prince is completely unaware, the Princess struggles to keep up her several masquerades...
Warnings for this Chapter: medieval rituals/topics - a.k.a mentions of virginity/loss of vitginity (again, no smut!), warrior things, daggers, blood, injury, wounds?, drama, angst?, Loki being a bit of an ass here...
Word Count: 2.2k
a/n: I love this chapter - but I'm also very insecure about it, honestly. Hope y'all like it... It's the last one before the grand finale!
Divider by the lovely @fictive-sl0th 💚
Tagging: (y'all in the comments again, 'cause this seems to work at least...😅)
Ice Flower Masterlist ❄ Masterlist
Chapter Three / Chapter Five
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Chapter Four
A week passed. A week, in which you were haunted by different feelings and emotions. The events of that one evening not leaving your head. You could still feel his cool lips on yours and his sinful touch on your body. Hence, he had almost took your innocence! And you just didn't know how to feel about it. You didn't return to the lake either. Not once in this week. You couldn't bear to look him in the eyes. What were you supposed to say to him anyway? He was sure expecting an explanation. You felt ashamed and embarrassed. You should've never engaged with him in the first place. You should've left.
On the other hand, you missed him. His voice, his presence, the conversations you and him indulged in. You missed his touch and his lips - and that was what frightened you. You didn't understand it. Sure, you saw him every day, but it wasn't the same. Here you weren't the mysterious woman he met. Here you were Våli Ákison - a warrior. You were good at drawing the line between those two 'identities', but with the days passing, you felt how the lines became more and more blurred. You fought so hard to not mix things up, but you didn't know how long you were able to keep fighting. Every time you looked at the handsome prince, you got more and more lost; lacking concentration. It was only a matter of time before you were going to break. Unfortunately for you, the mask you had put up fell sooner than you anticipated. The cover you maintained for weeks now blew up - and your life threatened to crumble into shards. One inattentive moment was all it took...
It was the day in training, where Loki showed you all how to throw daggers. He was an absolute master in fighting with daggers. It was absolutely fascinating to watch him wield the sharp weapons, before throwing them at the human sized targets. The prince had you all split up in groups with a maximum of ten men. Your group was the last of the day. He showed everybody exactly what to do, since it wasn't exactly harmless to throw around daggers. After that, every man had a chance to practice - including you. Ten human sized targets stood in a perfect line; one for each to train. The problem? You just weren't able to pool all your focus and direct it on the task ahead. Loki was way too distracting. The way he instructed the others. How his biceps bulged, whenever he threw a dagger. How the muscles of his defined torso flexed with every move. Or was it how his cerulean skin reflected the sun light? You didn't know. Fact was, it was distracting you immensely. Today more than ever.
"Ákison, focus!" His deep voice suddenly so close to you ripped you out of your trance and caused you to throw the dagger nowhere near the centre of the target. If you had hit an enemy, you would've pierced his little toe with luck - nothing more. "Pathetic throw, soldier." Loki appeared in your field of view; arms crossed. "Have you learned nothing?" He asked, taking the dagger from your hands, "You're holding it wrong." and instructed you - once again - how to do it the right way, before he handed you the dagger back. "Banish whatever unimportant thing it is you got on your mind and focus." "Yes, Sir." You answered, giving him a short nod.
You tried to concentrate so hard, but it was no use. Your wandering mind just couldn't shut up - much to Loki's annoyance. Before you could make another attempt to throw a dagger, her took the weapon from you. "It's useless. Go and retrieve the thrown daggers, Ákison. Perhaps you're better at this." Great. Now you were degraded to being the ball boy. A frustrated groan left your lips, as you slumped towards the targets, in order to retrieve the daggers. You handed them over, before Loki send you with a nod back again. Defeated, you waited behind the safety of the wooden bodies of his command. It wasn't good, though. Having nothing to do for a few minutes was an even bigger invitation for your brain to think - which was fatal in the end. Because of your incompetence of staying concentrated, you didn't hear Loki's command to stay hidden. Working on autopilot, you heard that no daggers hit the wood and therefore you emerged from behind the targets to retrieve the weapons. Unfortunately, in the exact moment where Loki demonstrated the throw on the turn. He didn't see you. The others did, but before they could even react, it was already too late and the life-threatening weapon on its way.
You were still in thoughts and once you realised the dangerous situation you were in, it was - as well - too late. No chance of escaping. And so, it came how it had to come. The dagger hit you, bore itself through the flesh of your shoulder. With a painful hiss and groan your body slumped down and hit the grass with a thud. Loki recognised of course immediately what had happened and while the other men stood like frozen to the ground with their eyes directed on you, the prince was quickly at your side. "Oh for Norns sake, Ákison?!" He was hovering above you, while you looked up at him deliriously. "Can you hear me?!" You could, but his voice was far away and you weren't able to answer. The pain was taking over. "Don't just stand there!" Loki yelled at the other nine soldiers. "Get a healer!" Like headless chicken, the men ran around, searching for one of the healers. Now you were alone with Loki, smiling up at him deliriously. Due to the rapid and sudden blood loss, you could even think less straight. "L-Loki, I..." You started; felt the world getting dark around you, causing your manly voice to slip. "I didn't want to... to admit it, but... But I miss you." The last thing you saw, was the frown on Loki's handsome face.
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Walking impatiently up and down beside the big tent, in which the healers currently patched you up, Loki's mind was racing. What were you talking about? Sure, your head was not in the right mind, but for the first time in all those weeks had the prince the feeling that you were being honest. He had always thought that there was something strange about you; about this meek wannabe soldier. Now, after what just had happened and what his ears had witnessed, the prince had a very bad feeling about this. He had an assumption - which he hoped by the holy roots of Yggdrasil that it wasn't the truth.
"Your highness?" One of the healers exited the tent, wiping his slightly bloody hands on a rug. Loki turned to face him, looking at the man expectantly. He could feel his heart hammering wildly against his chest. The healer gave him a nod, before he looked around, as if to check if nobody was in earshot. "We need to talk."
Loki swallowed; leading the man inside his tent. "The wound is patched up. It needs time to heal now." The Jotun nodded, knowing exactly that this wasn't the reason why they were talking in private now. "This isn't what you wanted to tell me, is it?" The man shook his head, swallowing. "In... In order to help, we needed to remove the armour and... We found out that your soldier is not a man, but a woman." The prince's jaw clenched. He knew it. But it got even worse. "And not just a woman, your highness... It is princess Y/N, daughter of Odin." Loki's heart almost stopped in that moment; all his facial features derailing. Princess Y/N?! "I beg your pardon, what? The princess?" The healer nodded, clinging to the rug in his hands. "Are you certain about this?" "Yes, your highness. Shall I send a guard to inform the king?" Loki shook his head. "No. I am going to inform the Allfather myself. But first, I'll have a talk with the princess. Until then... Not a word. To nobody." The healer took a bow. "Yes, prince Loki." "Leave now." The elder man took another bow, before he exited the tent. The moment the flap flew shut, everything came crashing down on the young prince. Realisation hit him with the force of his father's untamed wrath on a bad day. His brain had connected the dots. It was you. The mysterious woman at the lake. It had been you. All the time - and he was too blind to see it. By the Norns, he cursed. He had kissed you; touched your sacred body and almost took your innocence. He could've been executed for this!
A frustrated scream left Loki's lips, as he braced himself against the beautifully crafted table. Within seconds, everything was suddenly so complicated. The prince scoffed and left his tent on quick food; marching straight to the tent you were in. It was time to talk.
The first thing you noticed was soft rustling, followed by the sounds of birds, singing their songs. Was this heaven? Were you dead? For a short moment, you truly believed that - until you blinked your eyes slowly open. Your gaze was met with a moving ceiling? Frowning, you blinked again, before your brain managed to catch up. The training. Loki. The dagger which hit you instead of the target. You swallowed. A tent. You must be in a tent. "Welcome back." The sudden sound of Loki's voice cutting through the air almost gave you a heart attack. You couldn't remember what your last words were you said to Loki, so you slipped straight back into your role - like a habit. You sat up a bit with a wince, not even noticing, that your whole cover was gone, including the armour.
"You really scared me there, Sir." Loki, who stood in the corner of the tent rolled his eyes with a scoff and crossed his arms in front of his chest. "You can stop putting on your little show. Your cover is non-existent anymore, princess." The words stung in your ear, causing a shiver to run down your spine. Only now did you realise, that you weren't wearing your armour, but a loose tunic. Your hair was loose, barely reaching your shoulders. He was right. Your cover was non-existent anymore. With widened eyes, you met Loki's cold, hard gaze. He knew. He knew everything. "L-Loki, I-I-" "What in all the nine realms were you thinking, princess? Signing yourself up to this?! You don't belong here! This isn't a place for a woman!" He literally spat. The smug, gentle prince you had come to know was suddenly gone, replaced by a cold-hearted, harsh man. "I do belong here! I'm just as good as the other men, aren't I?! You said it yourself! I just wanted to-" Loki cut you off again, making a few threatening steps closer. "I don't care what your intentions were! Fact is, you shouldn't be here! I don't get to decide what happens now. All I know is, that I have to inform the king about this - and by Yggdrasil, I will." That send a wave of fear through your system. You knew Odin's wrath. You knew how angry and cruel your father could get. "N-No, please, Loki, no! I-I'm sorry, I swear, I am! I'll do anything you say! Just please... Please don't tell my father what I did! I beg of you!" He swallowed. You could literally see how the gears in his head turned. "Please..." You added, whimpering, looking at him with pleading eyes.
Unbeknownst to you, Loki couldn't stand this. Why? He asked himself. You should be angry at her, not pitying her! But somehow, something deep inside him extinguished that anger, just like water fire. Yet, he couldn't point out what it was.
The sad, broken look in your eyes almost broke him, so he averted his gaze. "I can't," Loki spoke through gritted teeth. "I can't. I have to tell him. There's no other choice." You frantically shook your head. "There's... There's always a choice!" "Not this time. If I do not inform him about this, it could be avenged as treason - and we both know what this means." He was staring into your eyes; ruby orbs literally piercing your soul, before he turned on his heels, ready to leave the tent, when your voice called out to him one last, desperate time.
"What about what happened at the lake?" You said, voice barely above a whisper. "Did that mean absolutely nothing to you?" Loki stopped dead in his tracks, before he slowly turned to face you once again. "A mistake. That is what it was. Nothing more." The words left his lips so effortlessly; hurting you deeper than you anticipated. It was like he had just rammed a knife straight through your heart, causing you to bleed to death. A strangled sob left your throat as the flap of the tent zipped shut behind him; tears starting to run down your face and dripping on the soft blanket which was covering you.
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alovelyburn · 2 months
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Kinda random, but what would you think Guts would do if he, as he is now, were to somehow be brought back to Golden Age? Or even pre-eclipse, cause ik you did Griffith doing it in Guts' pov in The Painted Stage (which I very much love with all my being)
Sorry if this isn't the type of ask you like 😅
As part of my desperate attempt to catch up with my inbox and become a functioning fandom member again, I am starting from the older asks and moving forward instead of the other way around. Because I never reach the older stuff when I do it the usual way.
...what I'm saying is, this Ask is 80,000 years old. Apologies.
The problem is that it very much is the kind of Ask I like -in fact, I like that idea so much that I already have a whole story in some level of development where I wrestle a similar concept. I haven't gotten as far as I'd like because I can't figure out how it ends, and I'm incapable of writing something without an end goal in mind.
...self-indulgent babble.
But basically, I think a lot depends on the circumstances, but I imagine his primary reaction (given his personality) would be to laser focus on preventing the Eclipse from ever occurring, even if he doesn't know whether that's actually possible.
Now, if one were to ask this to say the mainstream fandom I think a lot of people would say "go kill Griffith," which in fairness is a pretty effective way of stopping the Eclipse. But I don't think he'd do that, at least not unless he were like, ON THE EDGE OF THE WATER WHILE THE ECLIPSE IS STARTING AND GRIFFITH ISN'T LISTENING TO HIM. Because I think if you put him in a place with the Griffith he knew - the one he struggles with his inability to face or forget - what he'd really want to do is "save" him.
Because I do think Guts still misses and longs for Griffith - as Miura once said, Griffith in his current form makes Guts feel lonely. Griffith is one of the people he lost in the Eclipse, in a very real way. And while either killing him or saving him would accomplish the goal of stopping the Eclipse, only saving him would prevent that from happening.
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theflyindutchwoman · 25 days
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Just a preemptive apology for spewing this all in your inbox lol 😅
I agree that this felt like the beginning of the larger conversation about uc. I feel like a lot of this storyline requires patience and that's why some people arent the biggest fans of it lol. It took this long just for Tim to get out of denial about his feelings. It's a pretty big issue so I feel like it would be unsatisfying and boring if all it took was one scene and one conversation to fix it.
Plus from Lucy's perspective, uc is something she's been working towards since she was a rookie (except for in season 4 cause I think the writers forgot lol). So I can imagine it would take a lot for her to drop it completely. Especially with her story before the show being her trying to find a career, it would make sense she would cling to something she likes and is good at. I mean she can still be a detective but detective and uc are probably so intertwined in her mind at this point.
I don't know I just don't think the whole thing is as cut and dry as some people think. I'm excited to see where they go with it in the rest of this season. Especially with all the bts pictures we've gotten and how they may fit into this 👀
To be fair, there's patience and there's "waiting for 3 seasons for this storyline to move forward", if you know what I mean ;) Jokes aside, I feel like I'm one of the few who actually enjoy this arc so, in my case, I'm really glad that we are finally digging into this. It has felt stagnant for quite some time, and for good reasons.
Like you said, it apparently has taken this long for Tim to realise how much in denial he has been
 And my guess is, he's not the only one here. I appreciate that this is used as a way by the writers to explain why this conversation has been postponed for so long : after all, Lucy has never made a secret that this was the career she wanted and Tim has encouraged her all along (minus the hiccups at the beginning). He knew that when he said they were worth the risk. So they needed to come up with a valid reason as to why it would be a problem. One that wouldn't invalidate Tim's feelings or decision. And now that this is out in the open, we can hopefully focus on Lucy's side of the story. On whether she is in denial too. On her fears - because I refuse to believe she doesn't have any. I do believe that she loves undercover. But like she admitted herself, she has only done short ops. Ops that sometimes went wrong but without any lasting consequences. So while she probably missed her friends and all during those missions, it's entirely different from missing out on a whole year. I'm not sure she has allowed herself to be entirely honest with herself on the subject.
And that's another thing. Her life has changed quite a lot since she decided to pursue an undercover career. Back then, she was pretty much on her own. But now, she has a family. And she lost her closest friend. Things that tend to make you think differently. I don't mean that she can't have the career that she wants, just that these types of events usually makes one reconsider their plans. In a way, this dream of being a UC has been her constant through all of this. And as someone who struggled for close to a decade to find her dream job, I can understand why she doesn't really question it. Not to mention that time and time again, we have seen how Lucy needs to talk things out in order to process them
 And she hasn't been able to do that here. Like when she was offered the spot at the UC Academy. She went to see Nyla but it didn't do much. She needed Tim but with all the baggage between them at the time, she barely got to open up about her feelings. He is her sounding board but in this situation, it makes things more complicated. Her feelings for UC and for Tim are so intertwined that she doesn't know how to unravel this whole web. It is so convoluted together. She always shows some concerns about how it will affect their relationship. But not how it will affect HER. Like in 5.20 when she brushed away Tim's question. That's why I like that Tim's feelings might be out of the way first, so we can dig deeper into Lucy's. She has been so focused on Tim that she has neglected herself in the process. And that's also why I loved Chastity's comment. Because it was thrown casually by someone who is on the outside, and far more objective than the team could ever be. And hopefully, this is what starts an introspection from Lucy.
I don't think the writers necessarily forgot about her wanting to do undercover in s4 : she was at the beginning of her P2 career so it made sense for her to focus on that first. But she was still behind two UC ops. The second one being the catalyst for both her relationship with Tim and her career in UC moving forward. It's also no coincidence that Tim has always been involved in her UC ops. Either on the lookout (3.06 and 5.07), as her case officer (5.21), as the one going undercover under her supervision (4.07 and 4.22) or with her (5.01). The only time he wasn't involved from the get-go was during her first solo op (3.14) and even then, he managed to convince Nyla to keep him in the loop. It gave them a sense of safety. So it would be good to see an undercover mission where they can't keep in touch at all. And IF he is really going undercover for a couple of episodes as we have speculated, it would be interesting to see how it would affect them both to be on the other side of the equation. It would offer them a perspective of what the other would go through. That said, I still hope Lucy get to experience herself what it's like to do a long-ish op before making any decision. This has been her storyline above all. But in any case, I can't wait to see where this is going. (And I'm sorry, I feel like I went off on a tangent here and hijacked your reply lol).
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Sinnoh Trio character analysis (headcanon supportive) SPOILER WARNING FOR A POKÉSPE MANGA ARC THAT IS OVER A DECADE OLD AT THIS POINT BUT STILL, JUST IN CASE! 😅
This post is a follow-up to my post where I drew the Sinnoh Trio as TBH (autism) creatures. That is my personal headcanon and today I'm going to analyze these kids, and go more in-depth on why I hold this headcanon. I'm going to focus on one character at a time here, followed by a scene analysis of a particular important moment...so this will be a long post because these kids are SO neurodivergent and I love them so much.
First up, we have Pearl, who is my favorite of the Sinnoh Trio and the one I relate to the most. My personal headcanon for him is that he is AuDHD (both autistic and ADHD). I also headcanon him to have an anxiety disorder (specifically GAD) because he is constantly freaking out over pretty much everything (which is so relatable as someone who has GAD myself). There's so many panels that show his anxiety that I honestly can't pick ones to include here...
Anyway, on to the ADHD, Pearl exhibits many traits. He is constantly on the move and impatient and loud, and wants everything to be done immediately. He's energetic and much faster compared to Diamond and Platinum, even to the point of always being the first one to wake up every morning. This is, in my opinion, the ADHD side of him, it reminds me a lot of my ADHD brothers who act like this often. Because of these traits, I personally feel like Pearl has the hyperactive type of ADHD rather than the inattentive type, as he is shown to be not scatterbrained and is capable of focusing on whatever he's doing quite well, even able to go into hyperfocus mode at times, which is an extremely ND thing to do (and is common in both autism and ADHD). He is also the most rational of the trio, which I always found interesting that they actually gave the Barry counterpart the brain cell. So yeah, he's hyperactive, but to me he doesn't seem to have many issues with his attention span.
Now, onto Pearl's autism, which I feel more confident to talk about because I'm autistic myself and I know what to look for in terms of traits and behaviors, and the first thing I noticed with Pearl is that he has a CLEAR special interest in comedy. He's INCREDIBLY passionate about it, he's the one who decided that he and Diamond should become a comedy duo, he's the one who writes all their scripts and all their sketches, he's the one who always initiates practice time, and he's DEFINITELY the one who takes it the most seriously out of the duo, to the point where he had (what seems like to me) a legit meltdown about how Diamond didn't stick to the script and how awful their performance in the comedy competition was because of it, complete with yelling, nearly bursting into tears, and being afraid that Diamond was breaking the promise they'd made to become comedians all the way back when they were 4 years old. Looking back on it now, I think THAT was his biggest problem with the whole situation and what caused him to completely explode like that in the first place, because once Diamond reassures him that he's not breaking the promise, Pearl IMMEDIATELY cheers up and tells him "No use moping about today then!" when that was EXACTLY what he was doing just seconds ago. He then initiates practice time for NEXT MONTH'S comedy competition, his mind ALREADY hyperfocusing on their next opportunity...and this is their INTRODUCTION SCENE! This all LITERALLY happens within the first few pages of volume 1 of the DP arc! Here's the scene I'm talking about.
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Also in regards to his special interest in comedy, there's something he does with Diamond that I've gotta talk about...and that's using the comedy routines as their own special way of communicating. They use it almost as if it's their own language, they use it to process things, they use it to give hints to Platinum when she's battling, they even use it when they meet someone new as kind of a judge of their character (in the minds of these children, if they make the person laugh, the person can be trusted, if not, stay away...that kinda thing). He even outright tells Platinum that he uses it to communicate through rhythm. I always found it interesting how they used the comedy like that, and it definitely helps with my belief that it is in fact, a special interest for them, as special interests do actually be like that, I speak from experience. Here's some examples of this usage of the comedy routines.
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Another thing about Pearl that I noticed is he's REALLY not good at communicating how he's feeling or what's on his mind. He also is (brutally at times) honest, speaks his mind, and doesn't sugarcoat things. He can come off as rude and bossy because of this, even though he's really a good kid. This is something I relate to because I'm the same way, I also struggle with communicating my thoughts and feelings, and I'm also brutally honest, speak my mind and don't sugarcoat things. I have been perceived as rude and bossy so many times in my life it's not even funny. Another thing I find relatable about Pearl is that he can't lie to save his life (neither can I), here's a good example of such a moment.
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(Uh-huh...SUUUURRRREEEE ya did, Pearl XD)
Also, while we're on the topic of expression, Pearl is VERY hyperexpressive, which is once again, very much an ND thing (I am hyperexpressive a lot of the time myself)...he almost always reacts to basically anything in an over-the-top, exaggerated way, compared to Diamond and Platinum's more calm and composed approach to things...I'm seriously thinking of doing a post of all of my favorite Pearl expressions because he's got so many great ones!
Pearl seems to exhibit low empathy (a stark contrast to Diamond's hyperempathy), but he really does care about his friends and will even help wild Pokémon. The wild Luxio that he helped in the chapter titled "Extreme Luxio" is one of my favorite Pokémon in the whole manga and his dynamic with it is very wholesome. He figures out that it's being ostracized by its pride because of the fact that it's disabled - its claws are too short, which makes it harder for it to communicate with the others in its pride. Pearl helps it out, and even says to the others, "Listen all of you, it's got a disability, and can't communicate as clearly as the rest of you! That's no reason to reject it!" He was quite angered by this situation and when you put my headcanon into perspective here, it's quite easy to see why. But anyway, point is, he went out of his way to advocate for and help a disabled Pokémon, and it leads to one of the best Trainer/Pokémon bonds in the series in my opinion, as the Luxio comes back later, now a Luxray and the leader of its pride...and decides to become one of Pearl's Pokémon. That moment is so sweet and wholesome and I'll just leave the picture of their reunion here for you guys. Look at them hug! They're so happy to see each other again!
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Pearl also seems to have hypersensitive hearing (as do I), as demonstrated when he hears someone who's basically lost his voice calling out for help from a ways away.
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He also experienced what I can't help but percieve as sensory overload in the Old Chateau when all the Gastly were hovering around the place making vibrations that were so loud it shook the room and it overwhelmed him a lot. I get it Pearl, that would be too much for me too...just look at his reactions here, he's clearly in pain.
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I also sometimes can't help but feel like Pearl is unaware of his own strength, like when he hits Diamond in their comedy routines...I get the feeling that he doesn't quite understand that he's hitting Diamond way too hard, as he seems shocked and taken aback when Diamond finally stands up to him and tells him he's not happy with everything he's been doing lately. Diamond makes it a point to make Pearl aware of how much getting smacked by him hurts...all I can say is, good for Dia, but judging from Pearl's reactions to his best friend's words...oof...just look for yourselves...
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My takeaway from this scene is that Pearl was being made aware of all this for the first time, and not only felt like a bad friend, but also, he was once again afraid that Diamond would leave him...which he really REALLY didn't want, and I totally get why, considering how long they've been friends and how much like brothers those two are (though Pearl is SO parentified during their journey it's insane and it's another HUGE stressor for him which does NOT do his anxiety any good). And now that I've decided to open THAT can of worms, I might just do a post about it as well. Because...yeah it's not good considering the fact that HE IS 12!!! Still very much A CHILD!!!
At least Pearl learns from his mistakes, which I really love his development. After his and Diamond's fight, he learns to mellow out a bit (that says ABSOLUTELY NOTHING about his anxiety though). You can really tell that losing Diamond's friendship...that is one thing he absolutely DOES NOT want, and he makes a conscious effort to improve his treatment of him. He starts by not hitting Diamond in their comedy routines anymore, and even letting him come up with his own joke instead of always doing it himself and forcing his own ideas onto him. While he still yells a lot, it's mostly out of worry for his friends now rather than pure anger towards them. He even learns how to put himself in Diamond's shoes at one point, during his fight to protect Azelf from Team Galactic. I love this moment btw, it's a great moment of realization for him.
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All in all, in my opinion, Pearl is an amazing AuDHD character who goes through a great character arc (and unfortunately, a trauma arc as well, as per usual with PokéSpe protags...there's NO WAY he doesn't have PTSD after all he went through in both the DP and PT arcs, I refuse to believe he's fine after all that), and I absolutely wholeheartedly love this child like he's my own son. Now for the next member of the Sinnoh Trio...Diamond!
Diamond, in my opinion, is EASILY a hyperempathic autistic child...his Dexholder title is literally "The Empathizer" and he is associated with Mesprit, the Pokémon known as the Being of Emotion. He is the only member of the trio with more than one special interest from what I can see. His are comedy (which he shares with Pearl, but his interest is to a lesser extent than Pearl), cooking (which he's extremely good at and takes very seriously), and a TV show called Proteam Omega (which his enthusiasm for it is way too adorable honestly).
Diamond is the most impulsive member of the trio, which like how they gave the Barry counterpart the brain cell, I find it interesting that they made the Lucas counterpart the impulsive one. He possesses a strong sense of justice and wants to do what he believes is right, including stand up to Cyrus, much to Pearl's dismay (this was actually the catalyst for their big fight in volume 4). He is very intuitive, his emotional intelligence is mostly intuition to him and he's also much, MUCH more perceptive than he lets on, for example he knew the whole thing with him and Pearl being Platinum's bodyguards was a misunderstanding from the beginning, but he didn't say anything about it because he was enjoying their time together and didn't want it to end. Here's that scene where he reveals he knew all along.
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Diamond is a very calm, laid-back, "go with the flow" kind of kid. But I think this is because he's constantly feeling A LOT...he's extremely empathic, so he picks up on others' emotions easily and it happens so much he just keeps it all in and resorts to being incredibly calm throughout it all. When he DOES get upset or serious though, he's like a whole different person. He's hard to anger, but he is absolutely capable of getting angry. His anger though, is the tranquil fury kind. He's not explosive like Pearl, but rather, he gets much more serious and intense. Here's an example of angry Diamond.
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(He angy boi.)
Diamond is also an easy crier, of the Sinnoh Trio, he's the one who is the easiest to bring to tears...which I can't stand...everytime any of these three cry it breaks my heart...and we'll talk about the scene that's the biggest offender of that soon. I guess what I'm trying to say is, Diamond is the one who's most in tune with his emotions, compared to Pearl and Platinum, who struggle with that. It makes sense though considering his hyperempathy. Also, can I take a minute to mention that he has the type of big eyes that are similar to the TBH creature...? Yes...? Okay. He does. I saw a post about this recently and it's so true! His eyes are so similar to TBH it's not even funny! And it makes total sense too, that's the best part!
Diamond is more of a pacifist than Pearl and Platinum. He's a pure, sweet soul who can do no wrong. He doesn't like conflict, he much prefers to make people smile instead. I love this about him, I don't think there's a PokéSpe protag that actually acts their age as much as Diamond does. In my opinion Diamond is a precious autistic bean and I absolutely love him like a son as well. Now for the final member of the Sinnoh Trio...Platinum Berlitz!
Platinum is definitely a masker, she's incredibly good at passing for NT (probably because of her upbringing). But there are definitely cracks in that mask that I've picked up on. First, her special interest, which is learning and experiencing new things. She says that back home she always read a dozen books a day, but seeing her actually experiencing the things she'd read about and having so much fun is great, she throws herself wholeheartedly into everything she tries, it's honestly adorable. She is also a bad liar, though she at first "lies" all the time, even though Pearl sees right through it and catches her everytime. Here's some examples.
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Platinum is a stimmer. Plain and simple. She moves her arms up and down really fast when she's excited about something, and it's often accompanied by her saying "New experiences! New experiences!" in a sing-song voice.
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(Why is she so adorable?!)
She is also an infodumper...a MASSIVE infodumper...just look at this scene with Thorton as just one example.
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Platinum is also not the best with words, and finds that writing is the most effective way for her to organize her thoughts and feelings, as well as communicate them (relatable). She says so herself in volume 5, after finding out the truth that Diamond and Pearl are not her real bodyguards, and the scene of her reading the letter is so wholesome I love it so much!
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Another thing I've noticed with Platinum is that she is a mimicker (something I myself did A LOT as a child), despite all her attempts to deny it. She often copies things she sees the others doing, even mimicking...SMACKING HERSELF...at one point, as seen here, complete with quietly saying to herself "Stop it! Stop it!"
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She also has the capability to hyperfocus, particularly on details (when she thought that Diamond and Pearl were her bodyguards because green and red scarves were what she was told about them and since the boys had green and red scarves she immediately latched on to that specific detail despite everything else about them screaming that they're just kids). She also hyperfocuses when she's playing the slot machines in the Veilstone Game Corner in what is probably one of my favorite scenes in the manga, it's so funny! Because of that intense focus though, she is INCREDIBLY good at the slot machines which is hilarious to me considering she is like the richest person in Sinnoh and yet she still becomes addicted to gambling. I dunno, that scene is just funny, okay? I mean, look at her! She's so hyperfocused on it and it's just great!
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Platinum is my favorite rich girl character in any media ever, and the fact that she's autistic coded in my opinion really helps with that as well. But she's also just a sweetheart who loves learning things and is just such a precious child. They're all precious children and I love them all so much. They are my fictional children and I would die for them.
Now, time for the scene that gets me EVERY SINGLE TIME...the scene where they split up to try and protect the three lakes. Pearl goes to Lake Valor, Diamond to Lake Verity, and Platinum to Lake Acuity. On their first morning separated from each other, they wake up and realize everything is so different now that the Pokédex isn't beeping. They all talk to themselves about their morning routine, Pearl gets up first, and is always the first in the lobby, then Platinum comes down afterwards, then Diamond comes after that...and the Pokédex always beeps to let them know that everyone's there together...but now it's not making a peep. Once they realize that, they all start crying and breaking down...and it's heartbreaking to read every single time. Just look at these poor kids...
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Taking my headcanon into account here, I see this scene as not only being sad that they're separated from each other, but also the stress of their routine being broken for the first time since their journey started. The way they all recite step by step how their morning routine always went when they were together, and then just start breaking down when the realization hits that everything's different now...yeah, I relate to that feeling, if my routines are broken, I get real thrown off, recite how it's supposed to be, and then break down...it's very similar to what the Sinnoh Trio are experiencing in this scene. I would analyze more scenes but this post is already way too long as it is, so I'll leave it at just this one.
Well, that's it for my headcanon supportive analysis of the Sinnoh Trio from PokéSpe! These three are my favorite characters in the manga and this headcanon is one I will hold till the day I die. My two main beliefs I hold about these kids are this headcanon, and "Do Not Separate Them!"
I hope you all can understand where I'm coming from with all this headcanon stuff. Also, headcanon deniers, you STAY AWAY from this and do not interact with this! I know it's not canon, that's why it's called a HEADcanon...I don't force my headcanons onto other people, I just talk about them, so I don't need headcanon deniers forcing their "canon" beliefs onto me!
Thank you for reading, and I hope you all enjoyed this analysis! Please feel free to let me know how I did in the comments, and if you support this headcanon and think I missed anything, please let me know what I missed! This is only my second time doing this in my life after all, so I'm not used to this kinda stuff and I'm pretty nervous about it honestly.
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Okay so similarly to that ask you got, the chan comfort one, what about some miho, like you said they dont seek eachother out, but they can often be seen together (I think thats what you wrote..?)
So what about some Minho/Bae moments, comfort either way would work! (Minho being comforted by or comforting Bae, don't matter to me! 😌)
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genre: fluff, comfort
a/n: Hey-ho anon dear, you're right, these two are like sassy cats, you'll see what I mean haha. None of them are the 'let us talk about this problem' kinda person, which doesn't really help with the whole situation 😅 Either way, they still find ways to rely on the other, so I hope you'll enjoy this!
Please let me know if I left a warning or anything out, I will add it in! Reblogs, likes and feedback are greatly appreciated!
!I don't condone anyone stealing my work and posting it anywhere without my permission, or feeding it to AI!
!This is just fiction, my interpretation of Stray Kids. By no means is this how they are and how they behave in real life!
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It was a regular day for the worldwide known idol group, every member busy with their individual schedules, their day fully packed with different interviews, practices and photoshoots. Bae was no different, having just set foot back in the company building, his previous appointment having required him to go to a different location to be used as a background for his photoshoot. The shooting had a more natural, gentle theme, all the clothes Bae had worn woven with pastel coloured silk and cotton, wonderfully complementing his long hair, the dark strands left freely flowing in the soft breeze.
Through busy hallways he went, slipping free from a packed elevator efficiently, having mastered the art long ago, despite his ridiculous height.
The moment he had stepped foot into the practice room he knew something was amiss, the air shifting around differently, compared to its usual, cheery self.
Two pairs of eyes met with each other, one searching the other carefully, not wishing to accidentally set off a landmine and cause irreversible destruction. Yet, the taller dancer had no time to fully worry about that, his hyung looking away much too fast, not even slowly blinking at him in his usual, silent greeting.
That was the first red flag Bae had noticed, something that settled heavily in his stomach.
The younger took his bag and hoodie off, already fully changed into some loose clothing he could freely dance in long before having arrived at the company. Although, he had to say, even after so many years, he still couldn’t get used to changing in the car hastily, usually not having enough time in his tightly packed schedule to do so in a proper locker room or even a restroom.
Minho silently waited for the otter to be done, eyes watching him through the mirror like a hawk, something sharp in the older’s gaze that usually didn’t reside there. It caused a slight crease to nestle itself into Bae’s forehead, its presence uncomfortable.
Still, Bae pushed through the feeling, opting to instead keep a watchful eye on the older as they started practising an older choreography of theirs.
As the day went by, so did Minho’s patience thin, the man clearly frustrated over something, bottling the emotion up and letting it simmer inside, only to inevitably blow up in everyone’s faces like a devastating bomb.
Bae wasn’t blind, he had noticed the little signs. How his hyung’s moves were more forceful than usual, how his lips dipped down just a tad bit further into a barely noticeable scowl, or how he kept carding a hand through his hair, the strands on the verge of falling out from the repetitive, forceful motion. The younger noticed these easily, having carved everyone’s habits into his very soul. 
The two idols were similar when it came to things like this, never seeking help on their own. Which was also the exact reason Bae knew, he knew Minho wouldn’t just open up to him or to anyone, the man too stubborn for his own good.
A reason that created an interesting dynamic between the dancers, as if they were two temperamental cats, only going to the other on their own terms, allowing the other to catch little glimpses of vulnerability only occasionally. It was a never ending cat and mouse game, only, sitting down and never chasing that mouse being the sole winning condition of this infuriating game.
And so, Bae waited patiently, staying by his huffing hyung’s side silently, even as the man’s aura screamed pure violence and murder, scaring everyone else away and rightfully so. Nobody doubted that Minho could end someone’s life with a single spoon alone, one he was eating his beloved pudding with.
Time crept by as the two just sat there on the sofa, a space left between them that would be considered much too wide on any other day. A stupid little show was put on the TV, a mere background noise no doubt, since none gazed at the device securely mounted on the wall. Instead, they were both scrolling on their phones, a rare occasion for the artist, the man quickly using it to check as many fanarts as he could, all created by their beloved STAY.
Shuffling of clothes could be heard, the little ‘thunk’ following it as the now empty plastic container was placed onto the table, its delicious contents already eaten long ago.
A soft touch reached Bae’s hand, a limb he had purposefully left resting on the pillows closer to his hyung, not fully tucked into his side.
By the time he had locked and put away his phone -not like he had been actually paying attention to it the last 5 minutes-, another hand had snaked itself into his, a head heavily falling onto his lap. That same, clutched hand of his was led to a nest of fluffy hair, no request needed to be gently buried there, drawing little symbols into the skin.
Bae could feel the tension leaving Minho’s body, those hunched shoulders sagging, taut muscles resting at last. A barely audible sigh could be heard, but the younger knew better than to comment on it, letting it silently disappear in the peaceful silence enveloping the two.
With every stroke and every gentle scratch the other melted more and more into him, practically turning into putty in his hands. Not a single word was exchanged, the serene atmosphere never broken, only enhanced by the quiet, satisfied hums that occasionally left the older’s mouth.
The moon was high up in the sky by the time Bae had finally fallen asleep, Minho curled up by his side, head still comfortably laying on his dongsaeng’s thigh. When Chan had noticed this scene, having come back from another long session of songwriting, a smile so soft sat onto his face that it seemed unreal. He gazed at his dear members, his family, for a few more minutes before grabbing a blanket from his room, covering the two as much as he could. The cat stirred, making the wolf still in his place, earning a relieved sigh once he had settled back and started softly snoring once again.
Even the strong needed some time to recuperate, to rest and gather their strength, and Bae felt honoured to grant that for his beloved, cat-like hyung, the one who always cared for him quietly. He would always be by his side, to provide some silent support, no matter what.
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Band of Brothers Appreciation Week, Day 3– Hurt/comfort
Requested by: nobody, appreciation week
Pairings: Richard "Dick" Winters x f!reader
Warnings: Angst (obv), mentions of death, reader kills a 16 year old, pinning for a bit, drunk reader, probably swearing, mentions of God, kissing, uhm.. I think that's it??
A/n: I POSTED THIS REALLY LATE IN THE DAY BECAUSE IT WASN'T YET FINISHED, sorry for that 😅
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The world was cold that day.
You had stupidly thought that maybe, just maybe, the memory would leave. It wouldn’t ever show it’s ugly face to you again. Maybe even disappear forever.
But of course, that wasn’t how the human mind worked, wasn’t how any problem worked.
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You remember the way you had been walking through the cold confines of Bastogne, rifle in hand and snow crunching loudly beneath your feet while you walked.
It was then you heard it, the snapping of a branch a few feet away, a dark figure in the woods, moving through the trees, causing you to dive for cover behind a large coniferous tree.
The figure continued walking, unsuspecting of the danger you posed as he grew nearer and nearer. He nearly walked into you, but a surprised yelp left his lips when he emerged from the brush to see you, gun out and trained on him.
And then you’d shot him.
The peppery smell of gunpowder fresh in the frigid air and the beautiful white snow stained a sickening crimson blood as the bullet you’d placed between his eyes severed something in its wake.
Before you pulled the trigger you’d gotten a good look at his face, the boyish features and soft eyes. He was just a kid. No older than 18. And you’d killed him. Took his life with your gun. With your hands.
It was a long walk back to the front line Easy company was occupying, each second that passed felt like an hour, the snow a repetitive Crunch-Crunch-Crunch under each fall of your foot.
You’d reported the German soldier straight to Dick, and something must've been apparent on your face for he’d asked if you were okay.
And as you intended to tell anyone who asked, you told him you were fine. Afterall, Why wouldn’t you be?
But that had been days ago. Yet, you still weren’t over it. Now you were stationed in Haganau. Perhaps a drink would calm your mind.
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That is where you found yourself; the bar.
Hours passed while you drank your sorrows away, and as far as you were drunkenly concerned, that's all you'd be doing tonight. Another ale was passed to you from the bartender when you asked, and you sat, sipping on the yellow liquor and enjoying the burning sensation it left in your throat.
Most of the regiment that had been gathered here earlier in the evening had already left, but a few stragglers were scattered in the fetid bar. The doors opened in the quiet bar, and you spared a glance backwards, barely recognizing the familiar face who had just walked in the bar.
Something in your mind told you that yes, it would be logical to quit the addictive drinking you were getting yourself into tonight, but your selfish want to pleasure yourself into forgetting was greater.
The familiar ginger approached you, hand cupping your shoulder gingerly in the late hours of the night. It was time to go, for the hangover you would experience tomorrow would not go well.
Dick helps you stand, arm hooking underneath your armpits to hoist you up onto your own two feet and offer a steady source to lean on. He guides you out of the bar and into the empty streets, where not a whisper can be heard in the chilly night air.
The cold of the night offers some sobriety in your drunken haze, the breeze tickling your cheek brisk against your sweat-beaded skin, hot from the bar. In the darkness you stumble, still guided by Dicks strong hands, "Watch your step," He says, voice soft while he resteadies you from tipping.
There's a large lump in your throat, choking you and ever more reminding you why you drank today, what atrocious thing you'd done not very long ago. You want to seek help, want to tell someone, anyone, willing to listen, the things you'd seen and wanted to unsee in this wretched time called war.
In your stupor, you look over your shoulder at Dick, who continues to guide you through the dark, not able to see the pain flickering in your eyes. You want to tell him.
The thought makes you disgusted with yourself, No! Your brain screams, I could not put him through the things I've seen, the things I've done, willingly.
Too preoccupied in your own thoughts you stop, Dick following shortly after, a puzzled look crossing his beautiful features.
For moments you both stand in the middle of the quiet street. There isn't a soul around. Not a whisper in the frigid night air.
The tension is thick, and you feel as if there is an unbearable weight, pressuring you into the truth. As if it's holding a gun to your temple, threatening you to tell your thoughts.
And the way Dick is staring at you isn't helping. He has your heart thump-thumping wildly like a race horse in your chest.
"Do you.." You start out shakily, but stop, because that doesn't sound right.
"I was drinking.." again. It doesn't have the right sound to it.
What was wrong with you? Spit it out.
"I hate war."
Wow. Great way to start off how you're thinking. Who doesn't?
"I hate this place. I do. And I don't know why I'm acting like this. I haven't had a problem with killing before," there you go! Your consciousness is cheering, find your words, "but he was a child. With a mother and a father waiting for his return, that will never happen because of me."
Dick looks at you, a deep fire of sympathy sparkling in his irises, "In order to survive in war one must kill or be killed. It isn't your fault. You were doing what you needed to in order to survive."
"But it is my fault! I shot him. Straight between his damn eyes. He looked no older than 16, Dick! And I-" You're stumbling. Oh god, what a way to make a damn fool of yourself. A foolish girl with some foolish emotions she can't handle.
You don't even realize the way tears are rolling hot and fast down your cheeks, small hiccups interrupting your sentences. You feel like you are drowning in anguish, appalled by your own actions. And he must be too. He must feel disgusted in you.
Yet still when you look up at him, standing a few feet taller than you, his ginger hair darkened in the short moonlit night, you don't see disappointment or resentment like you'd thought, you see tenderness, shimmering in the depths of his olive eyes. He looks at you with such affection present in his gaze, enough to make even the coldest of people have a little sympathy.
"It wasn't your fault. You did exactly what you had to. Do you think he wouldn't have done the same had the positions been reversed?"
You shake your head at him slightly, a small ounce of denial echoing in your head. "I didn't even–"
Dick cuts you off by pressing his lips to yours.
Did he just?
Your thoughts are raging and wild, like fire, crazed and climbing the dry tree trunks of a dense forest.
For a time you wish you could've put a seal over and keep it in a forever pose of two lovers, grasping onto each other in an unpredictable world, you kiss. It's filled with passion and comfort, giving you a calming sense of serendipity in the dark corners your mind has come to welcome even darker thoughts.
Dick pulls away first, his green eyes searching your face for any signs of regret, his mouth slightly parted to draw in a breath.
"You have no idea how long I've waited to do that," He whispers, forehead touching your own.
"And you have no idea how long I've waited."
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hotchs-big-hands · 6 months
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hi! I saw I was summoned, not sure when I became a sex expert 😅 by any measure, really.
Now I’m going to assume you meant cowgirl (or cowboy to be more diverse) where the partner rides their male partner who’s lying supine (on their back).
And yes. This position has been said to account for as many as half of all penile fractures from intercourse. But, the problem is not the duration of your ride. It’s the way the forces are at work. Since the receiving partner is in charge of the application of their own body weight downwards on an upright penis, there is risk of misjudging what is a pleasurable push against the cervix or prostate, and what is enough force to break the penis.
Basically, think of pushing on both ends of a Q-tip. The middle will give out and bend. So!!!! The key here is to just be careful not to get lost in the pleasure (wow Rome easier said than done) and not bring too much of your own body weight slamming down on your partner, IF their length already creates a real stretch as is. It’s better to try to hold your weight above them and let them control the force they drive into you with. Of course, there’s still risk of your orgasm etc causing your legs to give out and the same event taking place.
Now a better approach, is to try get your torso more flush with theirs, and use motions that are going along their length with the curve of their body, as opposed to if you were sitting upright, moving your force up and down. Use more side to side and more forwards and backwards. It’s only the DOWN that’s known to cause fractures or other hospital visits.
So, ride that old man all you want, just make sure it’s a ↖↘↖↘↔↔↔↔ and less âŹ†ïžâŹ‡ïžâŹ†ïžâŹ‡ïžâŹ†ïžâŹ‡ïž
BE SAFE!!!!! Make good choices
SLAY we love sex expert Rome KSSKSKSKK nah but fr tho this is rly important and interesting actually !
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bluezey · 6 months
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Okay, real talk. I like having fun in the fandom, but I like to make headcanons and analyze things. Sometimes, I may overanalyze. Which led to a discussion that I had to quit before it went into a whole internet debate about Wade.
See, there's some who don't feel Ember falling for Wade made much sense, cause he started the ball rolling with Ember getting her family business shut down. They also don't feel for Wade because he's a rich kid from a billionaire family. They also don't believe that Wade is humble because of his luxurious upbringing, but, in fact, willfully ignorant.
And, I'm sorry, but I feel like I have to defend Wade a bit on this.
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First, I will start off by kind of agreeing that his upbringing makes him somewhat ignorant. He had it easy growing up, and somewhat easy as an adult, so he can't understand why Ember, someone who struggles and her family struggles, can't just follow her heart and do what she wants. It also extends to the scene where he didn't know what he did wrong when he watered down the kol nuts, cause he did love the hot foods, they were just too hot for him, but didn't know cooling them so he can eat them was an offensive taboo. So, yeah, he's ignorant, I'll agree with that.
But, despite being raised in a wealthy family, he's still humble, emotional and can easily connect to other people. Also, he lives with his mom despite being twenty six. So, while he was raised rich and has the luxury to live with his mom, he wants to live off his own money, so money hasn't spoiled or made him feel entitled. Yes, agreed, he still has the luxury to live with his rich mom, but he doesn't have the luxury to afford his own place.
Which brings us to his problem that he can't seem to hold down a job. He's going from job to job since his dad died, and can't find his flow, which is signs of depression. We also know he hand his dad didn't get along, but he wanted to fix that, but he couldn't because his dad died, which is a big clue as to what started his depression.
But, to those who haven't read Unlikely Friends, you missed the fact that Wade's dad passed away when Wade was sixteen, and Wade is now twenty six. Wade has been living with a depression that has cost him job after job for ten years. Ten years! How many jobs has he lost during that time? No wonder he can't afford to move out.
Now with all that, we get back to Ember. When Wade first met Ember, yes, he wrote up enough tickets to shut the place down. But, he had to keep his job because he kept losing them. He didn't want to shut the place down, but he couldn't lose another job. He didn't want to mess up again. It wasn't until Ember admitted why the business was so important did Wade realized he messed up even worse for sending in those tickets. In fact, he wanted to tear up the tickets, but he already sent them in. So, he tried everything he could to help Ember save her business, not only because it was important to her, but he screwed up more than if he did lose his job.
Maybe I am overanalyzing and over defending a cartoon water guy. But, one, I friggin love this guy. And two, for an ignorant water guy who was born lucky, I don't think those who see him as a spoiled rich kid realize that he's not spoiled, and he did genuinely want to help Ember because he realized how important Ember's business is, and that he screwed up by focusing on not losing another job.
But I want to know what you think. Not your opinion on if I'm overanalyzing, I know I am 😅 I want to know where you stand and why. In your opinion, do you believe their love was not realistic because Wade is an ignorant rich kid who screwed over Ember, or genuine because Wade was genuinely trying to save Ember's shop after realizing that he ignorantly screwed over Ember?
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babe-of-the-frontiers · 1 year
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Hey! I have an idea for a small fanfic! I love the idea of our favorite characters participating the Yule ball đŸ„ș I imagine something fluffy and cute. Everyone is excited but Ominis. He says that he hates those kind of parties and thinks it's useless. But in reality, he is just scared to be laughed at since no one taught him how to dance. Maybe MC can help him out even though he refused categorically first? (And I imagine a funny moment, where Garreth is a MACHINE on the dance floor and helps Ominis loosen up a bit) (Sorry it's a long paragraph 😅)
Thank you đŸ„°
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Pairing: Ominis Gaunt x MC
Word count: 2.1k+
Genre: Fluff, teensy bit of angst if you look at it under a microscope
Summary: MC teaches Ominis how to dance for the upcoming Yule Ball.
“Surely you can’t be serious, Ominis?! It’s the Yule Ball, it only comes around every five years, you must go!” MC exclaimed. “I was quite serious when I first told you I would not be going. You must think me quite fickle if you believe I could have changed my mind a mere minute later” Ominis replied in a rather agitated manner.
MC looked over at Sebastian, her usual partner-in-crime when convincing Ominis into things he did not want to do. Contrary to her expectations, the brown-haired boy just held up his hands in defeat and said nothing. This was odd. If even Sebastian did not want to get involved, perhaps there truly was no hope of persuading Ominis. MC did not feel right being excited for the Yule Ball knowing one of her closest friends would not be there, left all by himself in his common room.
“Well, maybe we can just have a dance by ourselves then? Just among our friends?” MC offered hesitatingly. She really did want to go to the actual ball, but also wanted to include Ominis in some way. “That would not do much to solve my problem” Ominis chuckled, his expression softening. “What problem?” MC asked. Ominis sighed. It seemed that he would not get out of this without revealing his secret. And why bother? He had revealed worse to MC before. Next to Sebastian, there wasn’t a living soul on earth who knew him like she did.
“I can’t dance,” he admitted. This took MC by surprise. Ominis does not know how to dance? But he is from a prestigious family. Surely, they attended and hosted dances all the time. Meanwhile Ominis, anticipating her thoughts, continued: “my family did not find it necessary to teach me, as I was, in their eyes, a failure.” At this, Sebastian quietly slid out of the room, obviously feeling it necessary to give Ominis some privacy for this story. “The Gaunts do not take kindly to weakness” Ominis resumed, “and with me being blind and, well, less inclined towards cruelty, they found me to be the very picture of weakness.”
“Oh Ominis” MC gasped, as she quickly moved towards him and enveloped him into a hug. He was quite a bit taller than her but, as he was currently seated, and she was standing, she could rest her head on top of his, embracing him firmly. “They are so wrong about you,” she whispered. He looked up at her and smiled, his face closer to hers than it had ever been, causing MC to blush. She loosened her grip on him slightly but did not let him go. “What if I taught you how to dance?” she proposed. “Your family’s unwillingness to see your true value should not stand in the way of your enjoyment.” “I’d like that.” he replied softly, his smile widening. “I’d like that very much actually.”
And so, she did. Clumsily at first, as MC herself was not such an experienced dancer either. But –after a series of mistakes including stepping on each other's toes, bumping into each other, and at one point Ominis tripping, and MC falling flat on top of him, making both of their faces flush to such a degree MC was thankful only she could see this– they completed their first flawless waltz. “We did it!” MC exclaimed, as Ominis spun her once more until she faced him, their hands linking above their heads. “We certainly did, thanks to you! I could kiss you!” Ominis replied. Then do, MC thought, immediately shocked at her own mind. She really had not meant to teach him how to dance because of any type of feelings. She was just being a good friend, right? But being this close to him, by themselves, seeing him laugh, feeling his hand on her waist, his other hand still holding hers
 perhaps she did have more motive to convince him than she had admitted to herself. Perhaps the Yule Ball was not so special to her after all if he would not be there with her.
“I..thank you, it’s really nothing!” she rambled, letting his hand go and taking a step backward. “It is something” Ominis said. “It means a lot to me. Thank you.” He looked as though he wanted to take her hand again, but he did not.
“Of course, Ominis. I am so glad I was able to be helpful to you” MC smiled. “Well, it’s getting late! I had better head back to my own room.” And with that, she left him.
The day of the ball
“Sit still, MC” Imelda grumbled. “You’re messing up my hard work on your hair with all your fidgeting!” MC genuinely was trying to sit still, but she could not. She was incredibly nervous. What for, she was not entirely sure. She was just going to a dance. In her own school. With all her friends. With Ominis. Oh. At the thought of him, her heart betrayed itself by skipping a beat. He is my friend. I’ve known him for over a year, we see each other all the time. And yet. Something had irrevocably changed between them. “MC, you’re doing it again!” Imelda yelled. “I can’t with this girl, Natty, you take over!”
Natsai came over laughing, holding MC’s head in place as she pinned up the remaining strands of her hair. “We must make sure you look splendid for your first introduction to the students of Uagadou.” Natty said, obviously excited at the prospect of her former classmates visiting her new school for the Yule Ball. She continued: “Ah, but I can tell your mind is not on Uagadou, or any of the other schools attending. Who has occupied your mind so that you do not even notice a niffler is pilfering your jewelry?”
MC shot up just in time to see a niffler make off with the necklace she was planning to wear tonight. “Oh no!” she shouted, but she was too late. The beast had run off already, followed by a frantic Poppy, who was profusely apologizing “Sorry, MC!! Fitzwilliam, come back here! Sorry!!!”
Natty laughed heartily, holding MC back from following Poppy: “MC no, your hair! Poppy will bring him back, don’t worry about it!” The Gryffindor carefully added the last pin to MC’s updo. “There, all done. Stand up” she beckoned. MC did, slowly turning to face her friends and the mirror. She was dressed in a light blue floor length gown that lightly shimmered as she moved. Her hair, neatly pinned into place, made her look regal, like a princess from a foreign land.
“You look beautiful! I sure wish Ominis could see you like this!” Imelda howled. “Imelda!” MC reproached her. “I guess he’ll have to behold your beauty in other ways
 touch perhaps?” Imelda continued with a devilish grin. “Or smell?” Natty added, spritzing MC with perfume from an ivory bottle. The scent was deep and yet subtle, almost indistinguishably floral, like a field of white flowers that radiate light. “I have no idea wha” “Don’t start MC, naivete doesn’t become you” Imelda cut her off. “We know all about your scandalous escapades to the boys’ dormitory to practice dancing.” “But I really” “Anyhow, it’s about time we head to the great hall. We would not want to keep anyone waiting.” And with that, Imelda led the girls out of the dormitory.
As they walked down the stairs, Poppy passed them holding Fitzwilliam the niffler. “I’ll join you in a moment, no need to wait for me!” the little Hufflepuff said. “Wait, who has my necklace?!” MC exclaimed frantically. “He does,” Poppy beckoned. MC followed her gaze to see Ominis, waiting at the bottom of the stairs. “And that’s our cue to leave” Natty nudged Imelda, giggling as they passed Ominis.
“Poppy asked that I give this to you” Ominis held up the necklace, luckily undamaged by the niffler’s misadventures. He looked stunning. A black tuxedo vest covered his intricately embroidered waistcoat. His hair, neatly slicked back as usual, perfectly suited and enhanced his formal look. MC descended the stairs. “You look.. so handsome” she said, so quietly he may not have heard her had Ominis not had excellent hearing. “You smell so beautiful” he returned. “May I?” he asked, holding up his hand. “Yes.” Slowly, he touched her hair, careful not to undo anything. Moving from the top of her head down to her cheek, her chin, her shoulder, her upper arm, and eventually her hand. He smiled. “You are beautiful.”
MC did not have the strength to respond to this, but she did not need to as he soon continued: “shall I put this on you? Turn around for me, please.” She dutifully turned, starting slightly at the cold touch of the jewelry on her skin, and Ominis’ fingers touching the back of her neck as he carefully closed the necklace clasp.
He gently spun her around to face him. “Shall we, my lady?” he smiled, offering his arm to her. She gracefully took it and they walked, guided by the wand he held in his other hand.
The Great Hall was elaborately decorated, the usual floating candles complimented by endless snowflakes which seemed to dwindle downward but never reach the floor. Dozens of Christmas trees lined the walls and pillars, also covered in unmelting snow. A band made up of 3 wizards playing violins, a goblin playing the piano, and a dozen singing frogs, played merry waltzes.
As they entered the Hall, Ominis suddenly stopped. “Ominis?” MC inquired. “This is one of the dances we practiced, we should try it out!” “I’m not sure
 I’m not confident without my wand to guide me
” he hesitated. “I’ll be here to guide you, just lean on me” MC reassured him. “You’ve done this before, in the dorm, remember?” Her words were interrupted by loud laughs and cheers coming from the dance floor. In front of them, Garreth Weasley was dancing like an absolute madman, now jumping up and down, now imitating the violin players, now ducking his face into his elbow and swinging his arms from side to side.
Despite his lack of eyesight, Ominis could tell immediately who the center of attention of such a circle may be. He chuckled. “Well, with Garreth so kindly hogging the spotlight, I believe I may be brave enough to try.” [MC wondered what this strange “spotlight” word could possibly refer to, as such a device was certainly not in existence in 1890. Unfortunately, the author could not be bothered to find an adequate synonym, and thus MC, as well as any readers, shall have to live with this incongruency.]
The thing about Ominis is that once he was committed to doing something, he was committed. With renewed confidence, he led his partner onto the dance floor. He bowed slightly as he placed a gentle kiss onto her hand, not letting her hand go, but instead pulling her closer and commencing the waltz they had practiced. He placed his hand on her back as she placed hers on his shoulder. They stepped in unison, spinning along with the music, Ominis twirling her when appropriate and always catching her in time. He really had caught on formidably quick. MC could no longer hear the cheering crowd, could no longer see Garreth’s antics. The room spun out of focus and she could only see the face of the boy in front of her. Ominis. Her closest companion. Whom she loved. More dearly than any other friend. More dearly than... a friend at all. He was more to her than that. And something in the way he held her. The way his fingers intertwined with hers. The way he smiled down at her as though not another soul existed. Something in this look told her he felt the same. The end of the song approached. At the appropriate crescendo in the music, Ominis lifted her into his arms, spinning half a circle with her before expertly lowering her to the ground once more, supporting her waist as he dipped her low to the floor. The song came to a close.
Had MC been at all aware of her surroundings, she would have seen Natty & Poppy jumping up and down applauding them. She would have seen Sebastian high-fiving Imelda and paying her 5 galleons. He had bet her Ominis and MC would get together by the end of the night, Imelda had said it would not take that long.
But MC saw none of this. She only saw Ominis, who was still holding her and now pressed his forehead to hers. “Thank you, MC” he whispered. “I really could kiss you.” This time, she did not hesitate to reply. “Then do.”
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Hi!! I was wondering if you could do headcannons with the dorm leaders who have a S/O who is quite reckless, and one day they just jump out of a window for fun. Only if that's ok with you tho 😅
(the max per request is 5 so if you want the others, feel free to send another request!)
Azul Ashengrotto: 
Azul didn’t realize he would be dealing with another Floyd. While Floyd’s mood swings are certainly worse to deal with, he’s not quite sure that your impulsive behavior is any better for his heart. He generally sighed at your antics but played it off like it was just to be expected, always keeping up airs and pretending absolutely nothing wonky was happening around him. He thinks your impulsivity has its benefits if you work along with him but he can’t exactly expect you to stick to a plan, so he had to account for any wild journey’s you might go on if he includes you in a scheme.
Kalim Al-Asim: 
Kalim thinks you have great fun energy, so you’re more the bane of Jamil’s existence than your boyfriends. He always cheers you on as he sees you as practically invincible with all the things you pull, though jumping out a window is one that might raise some alarm even for him. As long as you’re not hurt you can always count on Kalim’s laughter to ring through your ears, asking how you managed to do that so quickly without the use of magic. He’s tempted to try some impulsive acts himself but he’s normally stopped by his common sense (Jamil) before he can do much.
Leona Kingscholar: 
Leona appreciated the endless entertainment you brought him while his worry for your well-being is a little more subtle. He’s not really in the business of controlling you but he has learned your tells, knowing exactly when you were thinking of doing something reckless. He’ll normally warn you that it’s not a good idea or tell you to think twice about your next move but your actions are ultimately your own responsibility. If you cause someone else problems, he’ll find it funny though.
Riddle Rosehearts: 
You stress Riddle out beyond belief. Falling for someone so impulsive had not been on his bucket list but he seemed stuck with his decision, as nothing you did could quite offset how his heart yearned for you. At least his first reaction to your stunts is always concern as he thoroughly checked you over for any wounds, frowning as he poked and prodded at more sensitive areas of your bones to double-check they were strong as could be before he gives you a severe tongue lashing. If you wanted to be in the sky then simply go to flying class where you could do so safely!
Vil Schoenheit: 
Vil is a little frustrated with your actions but as long as you don’t ruin your clothes, hair, or make-up he doesn’t scold you super harshly. He would prefer that you learn to curb your reckless behavior or at least realize when the right time to act in a surprising manner is, but he supposed your unpredictability is what attracted him to you. You were an interesting person overall but that doesn’t mean Vil will let you jump out of windows at your own whim, keeping a bit of a ‘leash’ on you during times he especially needed you to behave.
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destinyc1020 · 22 days
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I think Vanessa should move on from bring Austin up all the time talking about their breakup
Look, I don't have a problem with people talking about a breakup, but you say your piece and then keep it moving! But with V, it's like, she keeps HARPING on it. đŸ«€
I could see if she were still out here in the dating scene like the rest of us, but she's married now! It just seems kinda weird to me, that's all.
It's especially weird cuz he's said nothing but kind things about her, but she's consistently been throwing shade towards him ever since Elvis press. 👀
Let's say he really did do her wrong. Okay, even if he did.... still! You let your ex go with love and wish them the best! Especially if you're now with your happy ever after man. Ykwim?
I think it would be better for her to just stop with the pettiness and just let him go with love. Obviously Austin was someone she loved very much at a time, and I'm sure they had some great memories together. Hold on to THAT and just let the other stuff go. Keep it classy, and just enjoy your married life. But you don't have to keep throwing jabs at the ex every two seconds, cuz now you just look insecure. đŸ„Ž Almost like she's really trying her hardest to make people dislike him or smthg.
Let me tell you....Holding on to bitterness and resentment only hurts YOU in the end (speaking from personal experience). And idk about anyone else, but when I'm happy in a new rlshp, the ex doesn't even come to my mind. So Vanessa STILL harping over Austin 4 years after a breakup is just a bit much to me lol. 😅
She'd do better to just write a tell-all memoir book and get it over with instead of sending out these little digs here and there.
I could see if he were doing the same thing, but he's not. And apparently whatever went down with Austin and Vanessa caused Ashley to take Austin's side in the breakup, and that's ALWAYS been very telling to me. 👀 Especially since women usually side with women after a breakup.
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brightlilith · 1 year
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Pairing: Hawk 'Eli' Moskowitz
Warning: Angst, Fluff, mentions of booze and cigarettes, angry Hawk, drunk people, Man being an asshole to the reader, bad writing, bad english, more?
a/n: English ins't my fist language, nothing proofread, notable spelling and grammatical errors I think, I don't really know a title for this, so it goes without. sorry for the bad ending.
@cazadeth
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Request: thank you so muchh... ok so, i was just wondering if you could possibly write something with a shy reader & hawk is really protective of her because shes been thru a lot with being assaulted in the past before she was with him... so what if theyre at a party and Hawk went to the restroom or something, im not sure lol, but this dude comes up to reader and starts making inappropriate comments and maybe touching her so shes uncomfortable and just tries to walk away but he wont let her and he forcefully grabs her arm bruising her and thats when Hawk comes back, he's fuming because he sees the look on readers face and just the fact that this dude has the nerve to do that to HIS girl and reader just kinda hides behind him holding on to his shirt, terrified, and that just fuels Hawks anger even more and he just beats the hell out of the dude... sorry its long😅 but hopefully its not too hard to understand, in not very good with words haha
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It was 10 pm and the loud sound echoed throughout the street, some teenagers were dancing outside the house, clearly excited.
Hawk and I walked past them, some greeted us and others just waved and went back to dancing. When we entered the house, the smell of drink and cigarettes was strong, the owner of the party comes and greets hawk with a hug and I shyly wave at him who smiles, hugging me and hawk, since talking was out of the question, because of the music.
after that, we went to find Miguel and the others, who were waiting for us.
“You finally arrived, I thought you weren't coming anymore" Miguel shouted
“Sorry buddy, I was trying to get her to leave the house" Hawk yelled back, putting an arm around my shoulders.
We sat on the couch and talked, Hawk with the boys and me with the girls. A while passed and my drink ran out, I whispered to my boyfriend that I was going to get more drink, he came with me. Since I told him about my past, he's been more protective of me, and I mentally thank him all day for that.
When we got to the kitchen, there was only one guy refilling his glass, Hawk got two beers and gave me one, before going back to our friends he said he needed to go to the bathroom.
“Hey Babe, I need to go to the bathroom, can you wait for me here?" he said, the music in here wasn't that loud, so I could hear it without any problem.
“Yes, of course” I said with a smile, which he reciprocated by kissing my cheek.
He left and I sat on a stool in the kitchen, drank my beer and grabbed my phone to look at Instagram.
“Hi Shawty, why are you alone here?" he asked, moving very close to me. “you are hot" he touched my arm.
“Maybe it's warmer in my bed, eh?" he spoke again, by this point I was disgusted and uncomfortable
I put my phone away, grabbed my beer and got off the white boy, I just ignored him. But it seems he didn't understand the sign that I didn't want that conversation.
“Come on babe" He stood in front of me. He smiled seductively, his scent was pure booze.
I just walked past him without saying a word, but he grabbed my arm tightly, it will probably leave a mark tomorrow.
"Look here you bitch, I'm talking to you" He squeezed my arm tighter, his smile was now dark
Hawk, where are you?
Before he could do anything, he went straight to the ground, causing his arm to be brutally wrenched from mine. I looked away, and the Hawk looked furious, no, he was furious.
"are you ok?" his gaze softened as he looked at me
“yes, I am." My voice was cracking and tears were streaming down, and only now did I realize I was crying.
Hawk came to my side and hugged me. Seconds later he had me behind him.
"well well, looks like the bitch has a savior" the guy stands up, and I clutch Hawk's shirt in fear. which makes him even angrier. Hawk was breathing heavily, so I hugged him from behind, and he quickly relaxed.
Baby let's get out of here" I said "let's go home please"
He turned to me and waved, then he kissed me, full of passion.
"I love you so much" he whispered
“I love you more"
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