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i feel like i know you [jww]

SUMMARY: sometimes, we meet a person, a complete stranger in the streets, and we feel as though we have seen them somewhere else. a sense of familiarity that comes with longing and extreme love. however, it could only be one of those cases of deja-vu…if one does not think that there are other universes, roaming around its axis at the same time that we do.

jeon wonwoo doesn’t believe in the concept of soulmates, but somehow, he always has the same one in various universes.

maybe, destiny does exist.

TITLE: i feel like i know you

PAIRING: jeon wonwoo x reader

GENRE: soulmates!au ; soulmates in different universes!au ; friends to lovers!au ; unrequited love!au ; forbidden love!au ; childhood friends!au and wonwoo finding his way back to oc again and again.

WORD COUNT: 8,000 words approx.

TYPE: fluffy fluff ; fantasy ; alternative universes ; angst if you squint

NOTE: this was a ko-fi request! you can go over there if you want to request something from me.

UNIVERSE 01: friendship.

A pendant sits on the palm of her hand.

It dangles in between his fingertips; tips colored by Kool-Aid, burning red. The music is a little too loud in the cramped room, where the strands of his bleached hair merge in between the black, original ones. Wonwoo sits neatly, though his image is copied out of one of those magazines that he reads over every once in a while when at his job at the mall.

Maybe, this is where her friend met the supposed old lady that taught him the future was written in one’s palm. He’s a man of science, though he masks it as not. Books and articles highlighted on his bookshelves, casted in dust as he reaches his twenty-five years of age and he realizes that, perhaps, in the midst and wits of time he never truly reached what he wanted. No scholarship. No travelling. Nothing other than sitting at his small apartment, dangling a necklace, hoping for a sign.

“What do you want to know?” Wonwoo always speaks like he has a secret, eyes squinted, voice a rumble of depth. His vision, however, is settled on the pendant that only moves the slightest, from side to side, venturing into the unknown of what it is supposed to tell her.

Life, on the other hand, is a little bit more secure for her. She didn’t imagine her life to be big, and hence, settling seemed nice. Three years into a relationship that started out in college; a college degree that also sits on her bookshelf, waiting for it to mean something than it actually is, and work. Work has been hectic, with coffee breaks towards the coffee shop in which Wonwoo works at with a scowl to his face and a purse of his lips.

“The unknown.” She jokes, hand trembling a bit as Wonwoo rests it on his thigh.

His eyes roll, the sclerotic becoming a bit apparent, before he returns his gaze to her. For Wonwoo, the world is serious; like the heat of the Americano she has each day, and the routine of making perfect coffee. “I’m being serious.”

“So am I,” She looks back at Wonwoo. This is the man that would nod at every single one of her words when battling her fear of speaking in public back in high school. Her friend. The reason as to why she gets to speak now in her corporate job for some fashion magazine. She knows him far too well, dances with his eyes and knows how to sit him down with simple syllables. “You don’t believe in any of this.”

“I’d like to grant myself the benefit of doubting my beliefs.” He explains. The nineties are far more technological, fitted for someone like him, with up-and-coming laptops and websites. He could have been so much more, but it feels these days like he’s losing himself to a trail of nothingness. “They haven’t exactly worked to my favor the past few years, so what do I lose by giving you an answer to something? Shit, maybe, I could get an answer, too.”

She grabs his hand, pendant digging to the skin of her palm, engraving the thunder that Wonwoo had bought on a convenience store nearby. It was probably on sale, too. “You don’t need answers, Wonwoo. What’s not lost should not be hunted down.”

His eyes soften. Mirrors in shades of brown, like a lake house that she could never escape. Here, listening to Backstreet Boys, trying to hide from the reality that they are not kids anymore, is the man she trusts the most. The one person she cherishes more than life itself. For, Wonwoo was there for her to lighten up her days, even when the exposure of sunshine would hurt him, too.

“…Let me just answer one question of yours.”

“What for, though—?”

“Just to prove to myself that I’m not the only one that doesn’t have it figured out.”

She sighs, opening her palm once again and closing her eyes tightly. She imagines all that has happened throughout the years of her living on this earth. She has a job that she likes. She has gone through college safely, thankfully. She has a relationship but…these days, it feels like he doesn’t foresee a future. Nick, her boyfriend of three years, goes on and on about his plans in the future, but it never includes her. A shush coming after his words when she ever-so asks…

Would you ever want to marry me?

“The first letter of the love of my life’s name.” She spurts out, knowing that the universe will be unable to ever grant her a benefit of knowing, let alone draw it on her palm with a pendant. Wonwoo doesn’t raise his eyebrows, never judging out loud, but speaking under his breath.

“Totally not the asshole you have for a boyfriend.”

“Wonwoo, have some respect and concentrate.”

“I’m just being honest.” He shrugs, sending a tight-lipped smile her way before he’s tracing her palm with the pendant and letting it hang. The woman at his job told him that it would trace two answers; a circle was a yes, a line was a no, and what she was asking…they’d see if it could get answered.

Much to his surprise, they hold their breaths, looking at the pendant before it starts moving. Almost like magic, like the world has things that we will never understand to its full complexity, the necklace starts moving its pendant until it draws a shape. Repetitive not, perhaps a little bit two quick, but the two folds of the ‘W’ are apparent. Her eyes trail forward, widened in complexion, before laughter spurts out of her lips.

“This shit is crazy.” Wonwoo’s cheeks are tinged pink, standing up and clasping the necklace in between his digits.

“Totally. Uh, where the hell did you even learn this?”

“Remind me to never trust people from work again.” Wonwoo’s back is turned towards her, saving the necklace on the coffee table, and she thinks about it for a moment…

Wonwoo and her together…

Pfft, as if that could ever happen.

“Noted. This will never happen again—”

“Yep. Want to get some burritos?”

“Thought you’d never ask.”

The nineties had their own tagline, but ruining a friendship because of some stupid myth as the ear of technology was launching was totally not it.

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UNIVERSE 02: opposites.

Wonwoo has always had an odd liking to coffee.

He presumptuously admits that he enjoys the taste on the roof of his mouth, and how it burns his palate and awakens him in the early mornings. Macchiato. Latte. Cold or hot. He enjoys them all. Hidden behind of strands of long hair, curled at the edges, and a pair of glasses so thick that they might as well hold all the eyes in the universe, he thinks it’s his own language. His way of speaking without actually opening his mouth. He grants happiness with a ‘good morning’ and a nod of his head, even though his coffee shop is not as big or as crowded as his family back home thinks.

A sigh leaves his lips, wiping the same spot he has worked on since the early morning. Only a client had passed by. A latte, decaffeinated, with two shots of vanilla and one of dark, moody chocolate. The busy man left without much of a glance at him, but the job was done. Hence, the day was uneventful, leaving him with pastries to sell and coffees to prepare. Aching to feel that this business is going somewhere.

He painted the walls green himself, thinking they’d match well with the plants his brother had gifted him after he moved to Jeju with his wife and worked on a gardening program over December. The tables, found in a trip to Scotland, did cost a little bit more than what he likes to admit, but it’s gloomy. Wholesome, like he wants it to be. A place that resembles the peace that comes with having a cup of coffee on a winter day.

It's summer.

Maybe, people just don’t want hot beverages.

The repetition of one of the first albums from The Beatles is cut off by the sound of a megaphone. Sharp and repetitive sentences shouted into the void of the street. People start to gather in front of his shop, but it’s not because of the coffee beans he brews every morning. There is someone else there—one of those hippies that he tries to stay away from.

Wonwoo pushes his hair away from his face, not even making the effort to clasp his beige apron off as he ventures to the entrance door and opens it with a swing. Standing on a small beer box is a woman; sporting a long floral skirt and a simple top that dangles off one shoulder. It reads ‘fuck politicians!’, loud and clear, like the sound of her voice as she asks for rights.

Rights to have some kind of reelection, for she thinks the government is corrupt.

“We are fucking marionettes to the politicians. Workers that will lose their nails clawing to get to the last bit of money they offer us. Not enough for us to eat and live freely—” She speaks into the megaphone, and he notices the soft hue of her lips and the crookedness of her hair. She’s not playing the part, but somehow, she looks quite beautiful in her messiness.

“Excuse me.” Wonwoo speaks softly, as per usual.

“Us women, we need to stay close, to protect the children of our lives. The people that need us the most. We are tired of staying silent—”

Though, she’s silencing him in the process. If this protest gets any heavier, he could even get jailed just because she wants to speak out…in front of a coffee shop. “Um, miss, excuse me, I have something to say—”

“Say it with me: ‘We shall not be silenced’!”

“Miss!” Just when she gives a moment for the crowd to speak, Wonwoo’s voice becomes loud. A shout into nothingness that brings color to his cheeks and a set of widened eyes that anyone could miss if they don’t look at him from up-close. She turns to him, still on that beer box, the wind blowing at her skirt and tracing the soft curves of her body. “This is my coffee shop…and—and I fear my clients would be scared of entering if they saw this protest in front of it. Could you please—?”

“What?” She questions, putting the megaphone down and raising her eyebrows. “This is something important.”

“Yeah! Totally. I know.” Wonwoo, though not a fan of politics, can understand that the economics are not the best these days. Hell, he fears that he will lose the business that he had worked so hard on. “How about this…I know that you planned this protest and that—”

“Just leave the fucking woman alone!” One of the protesters grits through his teeth, the others bursting in exclamations just like him.

“Yeah, fucking capitalist!”

“I could offer all of you coffee! And a place to talk. You buy me a cup, I let you have this whole…ordeal inside.” Wonwoo tries to smile, covered by the strands of his hair, but the wind whisks it away and she gets a good glimpse at him. The frown in between her eyebrows softens, mouth agape for a second before she brings the megaphone up to her lips again.

“We’re going inside! A small business needs us, everybody. We’re not getting out of this mess if we don’t make a change.”

Her hand lays on his shoulder, getting off the box and sending him a smile that blossoms one of his own on his face. It’s crazy how the world has millions of people, each more different than the last one, but there are still connections. Electricity that pulls two people together even with a mere touch, as he realizes just how gorgeous she is.

And so unlike him.

Such an impossibility.

He prepares her favorite coffee then. Sweeter than anything, with marshmallows on top, a caramel Macchiato that keeps her fed along with the guava pastry that she dared try. Speaking her mind away, he only sits and listens, knowing that this is the last time he’ll ever see her.

###

UNIVERSE 03: right person, wrong time.

He looks like the image of what his mother used to coo about every Christmas night when the eggnog got to her system.

Not a man of marriage, he used to say he was, when he was just fifteen years old and promising he could pull through with a relationship. At the time, his now bride-to-be Fae was the third wheel of the trio. The woman that would wipe her tears when everything got to be a little bit too much with him, and that would clasp Wonwoo’s hands in between her own and teach him how to be a better boyfriend. How to leave the faux interests of bad friends behind to build something beautiful.

That they built in just a few months of relationship, tainted and left as lukewarm friendship, got destroyed in just three months.

She’d dare say, however, as she lets the emerald green of her bridesmaid’s dress cascade down her back, knowing fairly well that the fabric fits her a little too snugly because she decided to bathe her stomach with alcohol just hours prior to this, that…Wonwoo was her first love. She had never loved as purely, harshly and truly. With rain falling down on them as they both cried their goodbyes, eager to make it work, but regretting forcing their friendship to be something more.

Now, he’s marrying Fae. They didn’t get together soon after they broke up. It took years, pulling away, falling apart as a trio, coming back together and Wonwoo and Fae being roommates during their senior year of law school for them to get in a relationship.

Though, the word has it that when a man is totally certain about a woman, things will fall into place quickly. He looked at Fae in the eyes quite like he does now, as she stands behind her. Fae has her soft peachy hair curled and tied at the top of her rounded face, lips opened in that heart-curling smile that shows all her teeth, imperfect and yet, so fucking gorgeous. She looks like she was taken out of a fairytale, glowing…and she should be happy with her friend.

Fuck, she is.

God, imagine how difficult it would be to explain to Heaven when she tried to knock on its doors at the end of her life that she was happy…but also a bit jealous that this wasn’t her.

Because once, when she was a teen, she thought she would be in this position. Standing in front of Wonwoo, eager to place her hands on his arms, tug him closer and press their lips together. Call it forever, because it sounds like it could be possible with him. And these are thoughts not to be having when at the altar with her two best friends, as his eyes get filled with tears when looking at Fae.

She wishes it was her.

Wonwoo does look her way at one moment, departing from his vision towards Fae and it’s almost like his shoulders fall. She knows, then, that he remembers the possibilities—what they once talked about when seated on the front-yard of his old house, through small pecks and giggles. They once said that they were ‘ride-or-die’, only to ride along the adventure that they tried.

She gives him a tight-lipped smile, raising the corners of her mouth, as if telling him that they have made it. The ‘happy-ever-after’ reached in different spectrums. Wonwoo smiles back, tracing the outline of his engagement ring, the one that will meet the new ring that will create, hopefully, a lifetime of happiness.

Not with her.

Of course, not with her.

And that doesn’t haunt her. It’s something that she wishes she could have told herself in the past, so she would have never placed herself in Wonwoo’s life that way, making his relationship with Fae easier and more factual from the beginning. However, now that she’s here, it brings nostalgia.

They were once kids, now he’s getting married.

There’s a baby waiting for him in Fae’s womb, that not many people in this church know about. If any, really.

That’s the magic of moving on, but at the same time, wondering why it wasn’t like how they wished for as kids.

She nods at him, mouthing the words: “I’m proud of you.” in hopes that he can read her lips. Wonwoo, excelling at everything he does, manages to do so, nodding back at her before returning his gaze towards his wife.

Then, comes the exchange of words. His deep vibrato promises to cherish Fae forever, and she believes him. Maybe, she doesn’t have anyone by her side, or a man that can compare to the quality of people that Wonwoo is, but the time will come. For now, she’s the tree that shadows over the couple, sheltering from the eyes of the judging as they kiss, after letting out into the world what they wish for each other. Enormous contentedness, for example.

She claps, hands coming together as if praying that they will get to live up to their words. Plenty of years that will come and would have happened to her if Wonwoo was truly her person. Or maybe, he is, because this buzzing excitement that builds like makeup within her chest, coating her heart in layers and layers to hide what truly lays underneath is…an indicative.

Wonwoo is not a person that she got rid off easily. If not, they wouldn’t be friends by now.

Cheers escape her lips, fists balled and raised high in the air for the new couple. At least, someone got to have a happy ending.

###

UNIVERSE 04: the unknown

“I wish I had your eyes.”

Wonwoo says so with simplicity, his nephew—or more like his brother’s grandson—looking up from the handwritten letter that is taking up most of his time and headspace. He takes off on the family genes, with the dark hair, stoic eyes and cat-like smile. Though, the blush is different. In his eighty-six years of living, Wonwoo can’t recall the last time he actually blushed.

He sits back on his chair, creaking from how old it is, wood carving into the spine that had once functioned as leverage for running miles in the Olympics, but now is just a tale that people rarely believe from him. With that, he gets to cross one leg over the other and smile.

Love. Oh lord, love. How beautiful it is, and so inexplicably unreachable for him.

People say that everyone has fallen in love at least once in their lives, but for Wonwoo, it never felt quite right. Women were beautiful in their own spectrum of differences; he had liked a few, if he dares say so himself, with relationships growing and then, withering to the pressure of passing a few months together. But he had never met someone that had him feeling like he could keep going. A romance that could paralyze him to the bone and make him stay.

Now he doesn’t move much, but he doesn’t have anyone that accompanies him, perhaps with a memory, as he sits on this damn uncomfortable chair at six in the morning, downs his two shots of coffee and then, proceeds to read whatever book he finds in his beloved book collection. He wonders if the problem was him; if he couldn’t just quite make his expectations lower so someone could sit by his side.

He feels like his soulmate never came his way, either.

Minho crooks one of his slim legs over his hip, turning to look at the old man. “Paps, I am quite sure you have them. My dad can’t stop going on and on about the Jeon’s and how their eyes are the reason they got ladies on the first place—”

“Not that. Your dad’s an idiot.” Wonwoo excuses, laughing from within his belly and earning a smile from Minho, who plays with the button of his pen. “I am saying that you have a look in your eyes that I wish I had. How long have you been going out with this lady?”

“Almost three months.” Minho admits, running a hand through his dense hair. “…I mean, I’ve liked her for a bit longer, but paps, this is…like…you have to know how it is. I love this woman. I can’t imagine any other girl in my life.”

He can’t say that thought has crossed his head. It’s difficult to fathom just one person being enough for the rest of his life. He was a man of education, so it wasn’t like he was lurking for hook-ups…he just liked the science of relationships more. Why hunt when it always ended in a fall-out?

And he never really cared enough to keep going, either.

“I don’t know how that is. Maybe, that’s the goddamned problem.”

“How—? What?” Minho’s incredulous voice has him standing up, forgetting his letter to his girl to frown at Wonwoo as he points at him. “You’ve never been in love?”

“Never met anybody who could truly make me feel at ease.” Wonwoo announces, clearing his throat and rubbing at the long hairs on his chin. “…Because that’s what love is to me. I didn’t want a woman that I could go crazy with in the sheets. I needed a lady that…made me feel like I could be a better man, who pressured me to be better but still, made it seem like it was nothing. Like trying for her was just enough.”

“That’s crazy…” Minho mumbles, taking a seat next to Wonwoo. It’s horrid that he has to live in the same house as his brother’s family, just because walking gets harder by the day. “Do you believe in soulmates?”

“I do.” Wonwoo contemplates, nodding along to his words before sighing. “I believe there are people in this universe that we are just meant to find. But I never looked, you know? I stayed still. Hoped the great woman would just burst through the door and be…perfect. For her to be ready for me. For us.”

“That’s not how it works.” Minho says. “Love is action. Soulmates are action, too. You can find them, but if you never truly make an effort to develop and help grow, it’s not going anywhere.” Those words ring within him, youth bursting from his vocal cords, but nonexistent in the antiqueness of his vision. “Because destiny can only do so much. People can be perfect for each other, while being imperfect in their own ways.”

His nephew, or grandnephew, stops for a moment before smiling fully, like a vein in his chest had popped and liberated him.

“If we learn to forgive, we learn to love.” He finalizes, pressing a hand to Wonwoo’s knee and patting it. Those words settle within him; regret basking upon the old man’s figure. Of having so much and yet, having lived so little. With that, the guy raises one eyebrow in questioning. “Would you like to read what I’m writing? I want to give it to her for our four-month anniversary.”

“Technically not an anniversary.” Wonwoo adds the obvious, only to have Minho laughing.

“And right and there, paps, is why you’re still single at this age and time.” He still doesn’t listen to Wonwoo’s grumpy ways, or the grumble that he lets out. Minho sits by his side, the bubblegum pink paper making Wonwoo cackle. “So, I started it off by spraying perfume on it.”

“Of course, you did.” Wonwoo rolls his eyes.

“Oh, just so the lady never forgets me.”

“…And there goes, some of your dad’s genes popping out.”

“Paps, don’t be so grumpy.”

“Sorry, that’s what old single men are like.”

“Well, old man, let me show you what real love sounds like.”

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UNIVERSE 05: we were just kids.

Bones chilled, crippling under the weight of small tremors, Wonwoo doubts this is the harshest rain the city has met. Not that he would know; he’s only been living for eight years in this wholesome world, but he knows for a fact that he could climb mountains with storms that could break the sky itself and he’d make it, just to meet his crush by the swings that near his home.

She’s his neighbor of sorts. His cousin studies with him, just one year older than him, and he ignores the kind of beauty he holds. The headbands that cling to her hair and tangle it even more. The gloss of her lips that may come from the donuts he always steals from his dad’s shelves just to give something to her. Her cheeks are rounded, like universes that he’d dare kiss if that wasn’t prohibited. Mom taught him that he shouldn’t get too close to girls, but she’s…gorgeous.

Intelligent.

She’s a storm waiting to unravel and he notices it when her hands splay under the rain, trapped underneath one of the picnic tables, waiting for the night not to eat them alive with the power of rain water. She may be made of sugar, like the sweetness of her words when she tells him that he’s the best student in his grade, that he knows things that even her, as his senior, has no idea about. That could be why she doesn’t get under the rain, afraid of it, cling to her own knees…

“Oh!” Wonwoo says his thoughts out loud. Of freaking course! Dad always lent his jacket to Mom when the weather got a bit cold. Though, he’s not a businessman. He doesn’t have a jacket around waiting to wrap around her arms. Instead, he stretches the sleeves of his yellow sweater, placing the tips on her ears and mumbling. “You must be freezing.”

“Everywhere. Not just my ears.” She points out and thank God it has gotten late—though not really, he may hear an earful from his parents when he gets back home—. Or, they could come looking for them. For, both her family and his knew about their whereabouts. “You’ll ruin your sweater.”

“You’ll get sick.” Wonwoo points out the obvious, though he can’t help but give a toothy grin that is mostly braces. “…That could give us an excuse to come over to my place. My grandma always makes the best chicken soup. Dad says it heals the heart.”

She smiles at him, crooked, closing her eyes the slightest before returning her gaze to the sky. “I’m afraid we won’t make it home tonight. I don’t want to stay out from home.”

Then, she pauses, lowering her voice.

“I’m scared.”

He hadn’t noticed that while being under the rain with her seemed like the most romantic thing to do, it was also something that she didn’t want to do. Responsible, eager to wrap herself up in her mom’s arms as she had hot chocolate to ease the ache in her joints, that’s who she was. The stars become her north, though Wonwoo notices she’s studying the houses not too far, where the lights have started to take place one by one because of people turning them on at the dusk of dawn.

That’s the cue he needs for taking off his sweater, leaving him only in a white t-shirt with a dinosaur imprinted on it. Then, he’s placing the sweater on top of their heads.

“Wonwoo!” She screeches, covering her face with her palms. “What do you think you’re doing? You’ll get sick, too!”

“I am getting you home, that’s exactly what I’m doing!” His black hair sticks to his face, turning around with his sweater getting drenched while on top of him. He’s already out of their hideaway, nodding at her. “Get here! We need to run before we get entirely wet!”

“Jesus!” She adds, walking alongside him and wrapping an arm around his waist to keep the two of them under the sweater. Wonwoo would be lying if he said he didn’t feel his heart racing within his chest. “O—Okay. I’ll have my mom make you some hot choco in return.”

“Really?”

“O—Of course.” Teeth tittering, she gives him a smile when he looks down at her for a fraction of a second, running through the streets of their neighborhood, shoes ruined because of them splashing against the water-covered concrete. The tip of her nose glistens as if she had just cried, but she looks genuinely happy. “Wonwoo, you’re…the best boy I’ve ever met.”

They are only eight years old, but those words are enough to let Wonwoo know that he wants to be just as old as his parents are and cling to her hand just because he can, and because he wants to. He guides their scavenging, blushing, trembling, mumbling and tripping over his own words, perhaps even his shoelaces, because he is so young and yet, he knows this is love.

The romance his grandma always coos about in those books she reads as her dishes are finished.

The same love that his brother got scolded about just a few days prior for drawing hearts on his notebook.

The love that adults say they can’t find because they are too blind to the obvious. Only a heart that loves purely is able to hunt for romance. For, if love is viewed by a battlefield, it will only be a matter of time before the ticking bomb explodes and their territory is turned to ashes. He may not know a lot about life, or if they’ll last forever, but in his short years of living he knows he doesn’t want her anywhere but at his side, each and every afternoon, playing in that park near their neighborhood, swings with their names written in between doodles of hearts.

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UNIVERSE 06: i promised i’d stay.

The first night of living with somebody should feel like the initiation of a construction work that only architects could battle with. It’s a promise of sorts; the trial and error that every relationship needs to go through, and she’s so certain about Wonwoo. Everything that he has established and shown to be in the year they have been together, but at the same time, lying next to him as the lull light of his reading lamp bathes over them, his eyes half-closing as he dives into a good read, feels like she could die at any minute.

Not because of him, but she just wants everything to go well.

It’s the fear of having people a few years from now telling her that they saw it from the get-go; that they wouldn’t work out in any way. It’s the irrational thought that pops in her head and tells her that, much like blogs and memes have emphasized, people are not to be trusted, for no one loves truly in this time and age. It’s the weight on her chest that tells her that he loves her, but she could have tried to put on something sexier instead of her usual cartoon pajamas.

She tries to fall asleep to no avail. People say that relationships no longer exist; we are just going from one person to the other, searching to be found. However, the thought of not having Wonwoo by her side and failing in this terrifies her. She is supposed to be the love of his life, the woman that he sighs about every single day and the mere reason why he has a smile on his face. She doesn’t ask for perfect, for they have had their arguments with tranquil conversations aiming to be respectful between the two, but she wants it to be him.

But what if it’s not him?

What if it’s him, but she’s not his ‘it’s her’?

Another turn on the bed.

Another tug of the sheets.

Another sigh.

Wonwoo closes his book softly, eyes closing the slightest before he turns to the side. That’s when he comes face to face with her, pulling the covers slightly over his chin before he connects his gaze to hers.

“I can hear the gears turning inside your head.” He whispers, licking his bottom lip and pressing a chaste kiss to her cheek before sighing. “What’s on your mind?”

“Nothing.” She lies through her teeth, afraid of what he may think in that moment of overthinking. Though, Wonwoo doesn’t eat it up, humming at her words.

“Are you sad?”

“Not precisely.”

“Are you angry?”

“Not precisely.” She repeats.

“Is it something I did?”

“Not precisely.” She confesses, hiding her face on his chest and feeling all the weight on her shoulders come out in a sigh. “It’s the fear of what you can do. Like leaving, stop loving me, hating me after moving in with me…wanting to go somewhere else, loving someone else—”

“That’s impossible.” Wonwoo says with a scoff, placing a hand on her face and pressing kisses to her cheeks repeatedly, each softer than the last one.

“Promise me it’s impossible.”

“I can swear.” Wonwoo announces, pulling away to kiss her lips. Her heart races and calms down at his motions at the same time; the paradoxical magic that he pulls with her. “Because I choose to love you every day, even when there are millions of people out there, and circumstances that can happen between us. I choose to go to bed every night with you because I was tired of thanking God and having to think you’re far away. I won’t hate you, because I want to make it work.” He stops for a second, rubbing at a tear that had glided down her eye. “I choose you here, now, tomorrow, forever. You’re the love of my life not because the universe put you on my road, but because I choose you.”

Sometimes, we get lost on ‘the one’. The one person that was made to perfection to fit exactly what we wanted. However, we shape the person we love within our thoughts to be the one that we wanted. It’s up to us to accept someone, or feel like they are the kind of person that we want by our sides forever. She thinks this way as she cuddles closer to his chest, intertwining their legs, imagining if it will feel as safe and beautiful as it does right now when they are eighty and he keeps reading a few chapters before going to bed.

After all, doubting Wonwoo comes in spurts that disappear when she recalls that she feels like she has known him forever. Here, in this lifetime and the many ones to come.

Maybe, in another universe, they are just as in love as they are right now.

#wonwoo scenarios #wonwoo x reader #seventeen scenarios #seventeen #seventeen x raeder #wonwoo #kpop scenarios #writing #soulmate!au

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arrgh-whatever · 3 days

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Do you have any OCs from your childhood?

Yep I have two! Kate and Alfa (they're from two different stories) Both of them were created when i was 12-13 y.o.

I still draw Kate, she's a 12 y.o. kid who's on an adventure to return her soul. Since she has no soul at the moment she can fuse with spirits which changes her form. (There's a lot more to this story but it'll take forever to explain everything)

Alfa was created a bit earlier than Kate and is from a story I was writing with my friend. For some reason I can't find any drawings of her...

Anyways she's (technically she has no gender but in the story she looks like a girl) an alien, her race is like a giant intergalactic Wikipedia. Each individual is a part of a whole system (something like mycelium), they come to planets disguised as one of the living things and just collect information about absolutely everything.

In the story she was collecting information from Earth and at some point a few teenagers tried to make friends with Alfa which led to her developing individual thoughts and feelings and later becoming a separate independent being. And then getting a girlfriend.

(I'll add drawings of her if I'll find them)

#ask vovk

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ethereal-night-fairy · 6 months

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Forgotten Sorrows

Chapter 5

Fae!Soap X Female Reader? I kinda want to ship Witch and Rún not gonna lie. Let me know how you guys feel about that. But I also like soap so idk.

Soap sees Daisy for what she truly is and can't come to terms with how things have unfolded. While Price is overcome with guilt especially after seeing the extent of the damage he has caused.

Warnings: MDNI, dark themes, mention of trauma, bullying, physical and mental abuse, mental health talk unstable emotions, guilt and angst, cursing, hurt/comfort sorry if I missed any.

I'm so sorry I've been gone for over a month again. It was really hard to get back into writing and I genuinely have no clue where I'm going with this story at this point. But I'm trying my best to write. Feel free to send me ideas or questions about the story if you don't understand anything. I hope you all enjoy the chapter. This Fae au belongs to @ghouljams I feature their Oc in my writing, send them some love. This story wouldn't exist without them. Also they helped by giving me tips on how to write Witch more accurately 💗 a big thank you to them 😊.

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Soap stood outside Daisy’s Apartment building begrudgingly. It had been a few days since the picnic and he took some time to himself to sort out his feelings. Not that your sister would let him. She had bombarded his phone daily with messages until he just turned it off. He hated the fact he couldn’t get you out of his head. You fluttered around his mind like a little butterfly, stirring his emotions. He could still feel the residual warmth of your drawing he left on his bedside table. But his pride came first and he wasn’t about to admit defeat. He had spent too much time isolating your sister to give up now especially after your threats against him. He held the flowers he bought in his hands, perhaps a bit too tightly due to his anger. When he had tried going up to your sister's apartment he wasn’t able to come within a two feet radius of the door. More than likely your doing. The magic seemed somewhat familiar but it wasn’t yours. No, your magic had a more subtle warmth to it. Like the heat of the sun on a dewy spring day, making the bite of the melting winter bearable. Though it was autumn now, mid september to be more specific. Soap stood outside waiting for Daisy to come down. He had texted her that he was waiting on the street to take her out on a date as an apology for being unable to contact her for the last few days because of a family situation, which wasn’t a lie. He was indeed busy doing some errands for Price trying to keep his mind off you.

He had talked to Price about the situation he was in right after the picnic, Price found the ordeal odd too, that you suddenly just appeared with magic. Also the fact that you had no tethers whatsoever. Soap did confess to tapping you and Price concluded that probably played a part in breaking whatever seal you had in place. Soap noticed that when he described what you looked like Price had an odd look on his face. He didn’t bother asking about it, too consumed with his own troubles at the time. He spent the next few days drinking his problems away. He would rather be black out drunk than remember the hurt in your eyes. He found out later that evening that price had met you unexpectedly while visiting his Witch. He also told him all about the insults you were spouting off about him when complaining to his witch, which made him chuckle. At least he had his looks going for him. Price goes on to explain to him how you two had briefly met in your early years of childhood. He seemed relieved you had grown up well rather than perished. Soap hadn’t realized you had such a hard upbringing. He felt kinda bad for causing you more trouble....but he refused to acknowledge any affection he had for you. No you were just a fly buzzing around his head. An obstacle in the way of his meal.

Soap was growing even more annoyed by the second. The chill in the air was beginning to bite yet Daisy still wasn’t ready, she had texted him 20 minutes ago saying she’ll be down in a minute. He occupied himself with admiring the modern building. It was confusing how she could afford to live in the city center on her playwright salary, though he could tell she was lying when he had asked about her job. He didn’t bother finding out the truth since most humans embellish their lives and she wasn’t going to live long anyways. Finally he sees her exit the building in very expensive looking clothes, Soap wore more of a smart casual outfit instead of his usual tight fitted gym clothes. She had on a Chanel two piece tweed skirt and jacket with a blouse and tights to match. He sees her come running into his arms and catches her. He mentally prepares himself to put up an act as she giggles and places a kiss to his cheek.

“You have a lot to make up for mister”, she pouts. “Especially after ignoring me for the last couple of days”

“Aye lass ah will take ye out tae eat somewhere nice”, he said handing her the slightly wilted flowers. She takes the flowers and makes a face but quickly fixes her expressions not before Soap had noticed. He decided not to say anything. She smiles and thanks him. Another hook in place.

“Hold on, I need to get my favourite lip gloss out of my car”, she says, fixing her makeup then prancing down the street to where her Audi A1 was. She opens her car to grab her lip gloss from her dash compartment. Soap admires the car but is still confused as to where this kind of money was coming from. It was a fairly new car by the indication of the number plate. She walks back towards Soap, extending her hand for him to take, which he does. It was nearing 10 am so he thought to take her to a cute cafe close by for some breakfast. As they walked Daisy started complaining about her boss, and how her workplace was too blind to recognise her talents. That she’s stuck in a rut doing menial tasks rather than writing what she wanted. Soap couldn’t help but ask when she had gotten her car just to have a change in topic so he didn’t have to listen to her whining.

“Oh.... I bought it as a gift for myself after graduation”, Soap caught the lie again. It was beginning to get on his nerves. But he plastered on his best smile as he replied.

“Oh ye must have worked very hard tae get yourself through university”, her eyes lit up by his praise

“It was hard but I got through it”, she said, acting bashfully.

They arrived at the very scenic flower cafe. The place was decorated with flower walls everywhere and the chandelier’s had bluebells cascading down from them. They got a table directly under one of the chandeliers. Daisy was overjoyed and was constantly taking pictures, especially when the food arrived. She typed away at her phone for a while before acknowledging Soaps' presence. She did that quite often. He had noticed it when he had first met her. If the conversation wasn’t about Daisy it wasn’t worth her attention. When she did start talking to him it was to pull out her iPad and show him her latest work. He could tell she was expecting praise and compliments as she looked at him hopefully. Soap was just glad to gain some sustenance as he took her tablet in his hands. She enjoyed her food and talked about her new ideas as Soap focused on her writing. But as he read Soap felt like he was consuming cardboard decorated to look like food. Like when children hand you fake food to eat and you have to pretend to enjoy it. Though nothing had changed in her writing to cause such a drastic change. Her writing style was the same, even the types of characters she wrote were the same but he gained little to nothing from it. The story was all about the main character who coincidentally resembled Daisy with some minor physical changes. The only time other characters spoke or appeared in a scene was to serve the main character in some way. It left a weird taste in his mouth causing him to remember the drawing you gave him, which had such a sweet warmth to it. Like honey melting on his tongue. He returned her Ipad and said it was decent. Daisy looked disappointed by what he said and was slightly vexed by his change in demeanor. Before he would shower her in compliments, now she wasn’t getting the same engagement. Usually he would tell her he’d let his connections know about her work, giving her the false hope that a big theater would call her to collaborate. She gave him a tightlipped smile before going back to eating and talking about her work schedule.

“You know I called in sick so I could spend time with you, even after you ghosted me for the last few days. I have very important projects coming up”, she says, trying to make him feel guilty.

“Oh? Ya should have gone tae work then”, he says in a monotone voice drinking his coffee.

He couldn’t find it in himself to put an act up anymore. Or to care about her feelings. The realisation was finally hitting him, he had made a huge mistake in choosing his prey. You had told him you’d make him regret coming into your sister's life, and regret was all he was feeling right now. Had he not asked you for that drawing he would have happily gone through with consuming your sister without a care. But now he had a taste of you, had an indication of what he could sink his teeth into, his body refused to consume the cardboard he was being fed. He pinches his nose looking up at your sister's reaction. She definitely wasn’t pleased by him. He could practically see steam coming out of her ears from the anger that was building up. He didn’t know what he was supposed to do now. He couldn’t pursue you even if he wanted to, especially not after the whole picnic incident. He knew very little about you and he doubted you would fall for any of his usual tactics. And the fact you also had magic now complicated things further. He needed to know more and who better to tell him than your sister. He put on the best smile he could muster up.

“Sorry lass I’ve just had a rough couple of days”, he takes her hand into his and runs his thumb over her knuckles. “You know you never told me much about your childhood, i want to know more about the life you lived”

Her anger slowly fades and a satisfied smile appears on her face, finally getting the chance to talk about herself again. Daisy starts her monologue about the difficulties that she faced growing up in the orphanage. Though Soap wasn’t really interested. He kept on a sympathetic smile just to please her, squeezing her hand from time to time. Every time you were mentioned he tried steering the conversation to get to know more about your childhood but that didn’t last long. She didn’t appreciate Soap asking so many questions about you. Daisy would talk about how popular she was when she came to the orphanage and how the number of children dwindled as time went on. She voiced her frustrations with her foster families, how none of them knew how to take care of her needs properly, so she was sent back to the orphanage. Soap could see jealousy in her eyes when talking about other orphans getting adopted. She would talk about you in a pitying tone calling you a loner, a ‘problem child’ more specifically. Saying she felt bad no one would play or talk to you so she had to step up to be the bigger person. She had implied that no one even considered fostering or adopting you because you caused so much trouble.

“Even our orphanage caretakers didn’t like her. They kept her busy doing some chores to keep her away from the other children. Maybe if she was kind like me they would have liked her too. But I felt so bad for her so I’d talk to her in private sometimes.”

At this point all Soap wanted to do was chew off his own ears. Maybe silence would fill his stomach. She called you clingy and controlling and said that she wasn’t able to set boundaries because she felt bad for you. She spent the next 10 minutes complaining about all the things she hated about you. How you were greedy with your money, and constantly gave out to her about her little things. How you had a pretentious air about you just because you got a scholarship to an art college. How you had made her stay here even though she got accepted into a nicer university in a different city.

“Like honestly, I could have gone to a way better university if it weren’t for her. I bet it was because she got that scholarship and didn’t want me doing better than her. Or probably wanted to rub in the fact that her painting career was doing so well once she graduated. I have no idea why they thought she deserved that scholarship with her god awful depressing art. While I had to work for small scraps.”

Soap was completely fed up at this point. He was seriously considering sewing her mouth shut. Perhaps he’d be able to gain some sanity back. The more Daisy lied the more Soap wanted to find out the truth. He fixes her with his worst glare, using her full name he begins asking her questions and informing her to answer with plain honesty.

“Tell me the real reason why she had told ye not tae attend the university that ye wanted”.

His eerily calm voice sent shivers down Daisy’s spine but she was in a hold she couldn’t fight. Like her limbs were immobilised by thread. She felt like a insect wound in webs unable to escape. Waiting for the beast to bite and snap her neck. She saw the danger that threatened to bubble up in his alluring eyes. For the first time she was seeing him for what he truly was, a monster. Her mind glazed over as she was lulled into a false sense of security as her bounds squeezed her tighter looking for answers.

“She couldn’t afford to support me financially, the tuition and housing was too expensive”, she answered in a monotone voice not fully comprehending what she just said.

“But Ah thought ye said ye worked and saved from a young age tae support yourself?”

“I lied, I only started working after I graduated university, Rún paid for my tuition and bought a condo near the campus so I didn’t need to pay rent.”

“The same condo she lives in now?”

“Yeah”

“What else did Rún pay for?”

“She bought me my current car after I had begged and guilt tripped her before my graduation. She paid for all my school supplies and necessities. She’d give me extra spending money in university when she could afford it. She also sends me money monthly to pay for rent and bills since I can’t afford it on my current salary. Especially after I got fired from my last job.”

Soap could feel his hands ball into fists but kept a controlled expression on his face. He didn’t want to create a scene so he opted to drink his now cold coffee. He hadn’t realised how much of a self-centered bitch she was until now. His hunger had clouded his judgement. He wonders how and why you dealt with her all these years. Why do you have such fierce loyalty towards her? Especially when she treated you like utter shit under her feet. She’s just using you for money. Did you know what she really thought about you?

“Why did ye get fired?

“Because I was caught having an affair with my boss, his wife had found out when my coworkers complained that my plays were being chosen even though I was only a playwright assistant. So I had to get a job at a different theater.”

“How was Rún able tae pay for everything?”

“Rún began working when she was 16. She wanted to attend a private art college so she began saving early on. She had quite a lot saved before she graduated from secondary school and worked throughout her time in college. She won some art competitions in school and in college which added to her funds. She started her own online art shop at the end of her degree which generated her more income. But it wasn’t enough to put me through the university I wanted to go to. I told her art wasn’t going to be enough to sustain her life or me through university, that she should keep it as a hobby if she really wanted to do it. So she got a well paying job as a gallery curator with the help of her college. She continued to sell her art on the side and got commissions when she sold other people’s artworks at gala events. She still wasn’t able to afford to pay for my tuition so she asked if I could just stay here unless I wanted to work and take out a loan while in university and she’ll help out as much as she could. I didn’t want to work or take out a loan so I went to the local university instead. Since it was cheaper she used the extra money to buy me whatever I needed in school supplies and other stuff.”

“Sae what ye’re telling me is that yer sister gave up her life sae she could support yer ungrateful ass?”, he looked at her with a stare so hot you’d think the sun took residence in his eyes. Like he was about to burn her very existence. But Daisy was still in a slight trance to fully comprehend the danger she was in, yet Soaps words vexed her greatly. Her anger brought her out of her haze before she went on a rant.

“She went back to her art eventually, She even got a huge commission from the local library soon after quitting her previous job. They were going to pay her in 6 figures to paint her God awful paintings. I fully supported her pursuing art again even though her art wasn’t even good. Not forgetting all the support she got from her delusional mentors in college. I never understood why she gained so much fame for her paintings. On top of that she had a surplus of money saved that she didn’t even need for college because she got that scholarship. She won so many awards with her mediocre art! I don’t understand why people like her weird art. Her art isn’t even that good! She got a scholarship that she didn’t deserve, she got a great job right after graduating because of her connections. I had to sleep with that bald idiot of a boss to get my work noticed then got fired when I was finally gaining some recognition! Now I have to work as an assistant at a low grade theater that doesn’t even have a good budget for productions. Her life couldn’t be more easier!! Why is it that she gets everything!? What’s wrong with her helping me when she has so much and I have nothing. She made a promise to support me as her sister, she should fulfill it! With the money she’s getting soon she can help publish and promote my work. It’s the least she can do'', she says spitting venom and out of breath from her rant.

Soap put her back in a stronger trance just to stop himself from attacking her. If he could rip out her throat right this instant he would have but people were starting to look now due to her outburst. So it was better for him to talk to her another day before trouble started brewing. Any guilt he felt about consuming Daisy because of your relationship with her quickly vanished in an instant. You might hate him for it but he was going to get rid of Daisy one way or another. He told Daisy to forget the conversation they just had as he got up to pay. When he came back she was gathering her thoughts. She looked at her phone confused where the time went. He put his ever so charming smile back on as he said he had errands to run and had to leave but the bill was paid. She leaned in for a kiss but Soap didn’t want her anywhere near him so he gave her a pat on her shoulder before leaving. Ignoring her hurt expression. He’ll keep Daisy around for now since he needed more information from her, but by the Seasons he was so fed up with her. He really shot himself in the foot by asking for that drawing or maybe it was a blessing he saw your sister for who she is. He needed to blow off some steam after what he just heard so he went looking for Gaz. He might get drunk later to vent out his frustrations. Might need to go to Price again for advice as well, he should do that first.

You had slowly started drifting into a slumber from sheer exhaustion. Your mind was spinning from all the feelings and memories you were trying to suppress. The guilt was eating away at you for having caused another incident but you felt safe in her arms. Witch continued to hold you gently, wiping away the last of your tears. She cradled your head to her chest and she whispered sweet reassuring words as you eventually fell asleep not before whispering something to her. Witch’s eyes shot up to Price, who was still propped up against the wall. At least he had the decency to look guilty. As much as Witch cared for him she couldn’t let this go unpunished even if you had whispered for her not to get mad at him. She looks at the brass watering can laying on the grass empty. She had gotten it in your favourite colour after you had hurt yourself with the iron one a couple years back. She watches your breathing steady as you relax further into her arms. You were littered with small burns everywhere and your choker had gotten damaged too. She felt herself lamenting the current situation, she should’ve just stayed. You already had a rough morning and she was only just able to calm you down. Seeing you in so much pain made her heart ache, especially since she felt like she wasn’t able to help you adequately. Whatever Price had said to you must have pushed you over the edge. Though she was angry she didn’t have the energy to give Price an earful at the moment so she settled on ignoring him. She was about to use magic to carry you inside when Price spoke up, sensing he was in alot of trouble from his love. She had never given him the cold shoulder before.

“Let me carry her inside luv, it’s the least I can do”, Price tries offering but he can see he’s on thin ice.

“I think you’ve done enough”, she said in a clipped tone while she inspected Rún carefully.

“I’m sorry....I wasn’t tactful when i spoke to her, I should ‘ave waited for you to be home sweetheart. My intention wasn’t to hurt her.”

He hadn’t meant to be so blunt when talking to you. After his conversation with Soap earlier that morning he thought it would be best if you heard the truth and let go of your narcissistic sister. He wanted you to feel more welcome in the fae world especially after hearing about the way you were treated in that orphanage. He hadn’t realized your mental health had deteriorated so rapidly. Looking back at the interaction, you did look more fatigued than last time and your eyes were red from crying. He should have acknowledged the signs before he spoke. He should have been gentler.

He came to see his witch almost every day. He should have known if you were staying, whatever it was that you were going through must have been serious. Today was the first time since Sunday he saw you outside for longer than a minute. Whenever he was around you tended to find an excuse to return inside leaving him and Witch to talk in private. Witch had informed him on Monday that you were resting until you felt better. He had felt your magic within the house, more so when you were awake. It definitely had different characteristics to Witch’s magic but it somehow blended seamlessly into hers with ease. Like spring bleeding into summer. Over the next few days he would hear you mulling around the house doing small tasks peeking your head out when you needed to ask Witch something. You wouldn’t come out to greet him though just quick glances from the back door and then you’d scurry away. He found it cute so did Witch she would smile at your introverted tendencies. He truly felt bad for causing you unnecessary pain.

“I’ll explain what happened.... Please let me help. Using magic on her now might worsen her condition”, he bargained.

Witch felt conflicted. She didn’t want to cause you more pain, on one hand Price was the cause of your current state but on the other she knew in her heart he would never intentionally hurt someone dear to her. Yet she couldn’t help but get angry even after you had told her not to. You were always taking the blame for things that weren’t your fault. It had become a habit by now to diffuse any difficult situations like this. She held you closer as she watched Price approach the back gate, waiting for permission to be allowed in. She could see it in his eyes that he felt bad about what happened and she acknowledged she needed more context if was going to try to help you through this episode. She gave him a nod to allow him in and he didn’t waste a second.

He closed the gate behind him as he made his way to them. Witch pressed her lips to your forehead as she retreated her hands from around you while Price went to lift you, carefully avoiding your burns. You stirred but didn’t wake. Witch could tell by your painful wimpers, you didn’t like being held. She didn’t have much of a choice at the moment. She wouldn’t have been able to carry you herself without using magic. Maybe you didn’t like the unfamiliarity of Price holding you. To his credit he did try to soothe you.

“You're gonna be ok dear, we’re going to have you looked at.”, he shifted his hold trying to make sure he wasn’t hurting you further.

But you only calmed down once you heard Witchs voice beside you. She led Price inside and directed him to the room you were staying in. She had pulled back the duvet for him to lay you down on the bed. While he did that she went to get some burn salve.

Upon her return Price had a lot of guilt written in his face. He could finally see the extent of the damage done to your skin. Though they weren’t serious burns but they would still sting. Witch approached Rún as she slept and began applying the salve very carefully to her burnt skin. You whined in pain when she would touch a particularly sore spot but settle down after some comforting words from her

“I know honey, I know. I’m almost done”, she carefully removed your damaged necklace to see if your neck was burnt, there were some light burns here and there nothing too serious. She tucks you into bed and places a kiss on your forehead before leaving the room with Price.

Price followed behind her not knowing where to begin, they arrived at her kitchen where she pulled out a stool at the breakfast counter directly opposite to the stove. Price took the hint and sat down as she made her way towards her cabinets.

Many jars and vials adorned the inside of her rustic shelves. With the range of herbs, spices and blends she had, she’d put world renowned apothecaries to shame. Price was in awe of her not that this was the first he was in her kitchen but just the level of care and dedication she put into her craft was admirable. He still felt really guilty about the situation and wanted to clear the tense air that was manifesting but words evaded him when he needed them most. She took out some lavender tea leaves to steep in her glass teapot as she walked towards her fridge to grab some mulled wine to warm up for Price in a copper pot. As the brews warmed on the stove she turned and faced him leaning against the counter not saying anything. Her eyes were downcast, refusing to look at him.

Price could feel the gears in her head overworking trying to find a rhyme or reason for how everything has played out. He wishes he could brush away the creases on her forehead, wish he could kiss away her every worry even though right now he was to blame. She had a distant look in her eyes. He had opened and closed his mouth countless times by now, unable to find the right words. She had poured and served him the mulled wine in his favorite mug as she strained hers and added some honey to the cup. She returned to her previous stance leaning against the counter facing him.

The warmth of the cup grounded her mind. She took a long sip letting the heat spread from her stomach to her chest. Slowly finding its way to the rest of her, warming her to her fingertips. She finally was able to return to the present and look up to meet Price’s glacier eyes. She could see the guilt dripping off him. His cup was already half empty.

“You hurt her."

“I.....did”, he said, hanging his head in shame. “It definitely wasn’t my intention, I was trying to warn her.”

“Warn her? Is another fae trying to get to her?”, she looked at him confused. You would have told her if someone was following you.

Price shook his head. He goes on to explain everything he heard from Soap earlier today. By the end of the discussion, Witch had murder written all over face. Like she was about to commit some very heinous war crimes. She took in a deep breath to calm her anger as Price continued to explain what happened when he spoke with you. And what you had to say about your sister. Witch puts down her cup to rub her eyes in frustration.

“That fucking bitch! I’d curse her within an inch of her life if I could.”, the house shook slightly with her outburst.

“You can’t?”, he looked at her over the rim of his cup gauging her reaction.

“It would hurt Rún if she found out, that’s the last thing I want to do”

“Why is she so loyal to a person like that?”

“............”

“Her time at the orphanage was less than ideal”, she goes on to explain a rough history of the life you lived in the orphanage or rather the small portion you were willing to share. The “pranks” the fae would play on you that caused you to become ostracized. She went on to expain the punishments that you endured because of them.

“Unfortunately the effects of that continued even after the seal was put in place”, she had a pained expression on her face. Price just wanted to hold her near at that moment but he stayed quiet and saved his questions for later.

“It was a difficult time for Rún. They would ground her for months where she wasn’t allowed to leave the orphanage except for school. They wouldn’t even let me come see her. It was even more difficult for her, I don't know how she endured it for so long."

She goes on to explain all the ways Daisy used your isolation and low self esteem to her advantage. And how she guilt tripped you into paying for her everything in the name of sisterhood from the time you started working. Your life slowly started revolving around taking care of your sisters every need, despite your own hopes and dreams.

“This needs to end, it's gone on long enough”, she had so much hatred written over her as she gripped the counter behind her in anger. The stove lit up as did the candles that surrounded the kitchen. Price got up slowly and silently took her in his arms, rocking her to soothe her anger. She allowed it, needing comfort in that moment. When she had calmed down and the fire had burned low she looked up at him glaring slightly.

“I should be mad at you”, she says scrunching up her nose putting her hands on his chest creating some distance. While still allowing him to hold her.

“You're not?” he asked, surprised.

“Rún said it wasn’t your fault… that she was just unstable and needed to rest. And I don’t think you meant to hurt her, you wouldn’t have tried to help if you did”, she sighs, relaxing her face. She stares into his frozen eyes trying to thaw away the ice to find answers she was looking for. But they were already melting without her having to do anything.

“She’s too kind, a lot like you. It was my fault though, I should’ve been kinder in my approach. I’ll apologize when she’s awake”, he lets out a breath he was holding and places a gentle kiss on her nose.

“Tell me more about the seal and why it was put in place, I want to help in any way I can.” She felt weightless under his loving eyes, like she was about to float away with his warm breath. Good thing he was holding her in his arms.

They had both took a seat on her sofa with the fire burning lightly in the fireplace directly opposite them. Witch rested her head on his lap as he caressed her hair. There was something comforting about feeling his callused hands on her skin, running down her arms. Her favourite blanket was thrown on her as she held onto one of his arms for support. They stayed like this for a while just basking in each other's presence. Letting their magic intertwine and caress each other. His smoke surrounding her in a cloud.

Your seal wasn’t an easy topic to bring up. The events that had led up to you knocking on her grandmother's door in the middle of the night was an awful incident to recall. But she couldn’t just dive into that. She needed to explain what had led you to make such a drastic decision. She explained she had met you shortly after the car incident with another orphan girl. The isolation from everyone had become much worse after that. Things seemed to get even more dire as your magic became more apparent. The attention and harassment you were receiving from the Fae got extremely bad in your early teens. They never came out in human forms; they just caused trouble for you in the shadows when no one was looking. They were burning through wards and protection charms her family would give you or place in the orphanage. During that time your punishments had become brutal. You were grounded for months on end, forced to eat on your own and were locked in your room. On times you were allowed outside aside from going to school the other children would throw rocks and dirt at you telling you to go away. The caretakers were fed up with dealing with everything by that time and just kept you busy by doing chores, often other peoples chores as atonement for whatever you were blamed for doing. She had to specify that this was only a small recollection of the things you endured. That you hid a lot of the abuse you faced unless it was visible, then you’d have no choice but to tell her.

“This went on for a really long time, it was almost 6 months when I saw her again and it was in the middle of the night on one of the weekends I stayed with my grandmother alongside my sister. The other orphans were fed up with the ‘problems’ she was causing so they had decided to punish her that night. The older kids had dragged her outside by the hair once the adults were asleep”, she pauses as she squeezes his hand for support which Price returns placing a kiss on her hair. The beams of the house creaked under the pressure of her pain.

“They taped her arms, legs and mouth...Then took turns beating her. They drenched her with the hose on that cold night, they mutilated her hair with scissors….they cut parts of her body. They left her there locked outside in the middle of the night when they were done tormenting her. With no proper clothes or shoes she had limped down the street to this house after getting the tape off”, Witch looked completely exhausted by just telling that first part of the story. The cottage looked gloomier, more stout if that was possible. Like the walls had moved in. Price tried his best to comfort her but his heart was aching too. He hated that you had to go through that, he also hated seeing Witch in this state.

“The wards had woken me up as I had heard faint knocking on the door. I had recognised her magic and went to open the door without waking my sister and grandmother. I was scared I hadn’t seen her in so long and now she was knocking on my door in the middle of the night. I had a horrible feeling something had happened. Her body was covered in cuts and bruises, her face was swollen and discolored. Her wrists were raw from prying off the tape. She stood outside shivering from the cold just silently crying. I took her inside not knowing what to do”, Witch just buried her face further into Price’s thigh taking a minute to calm down. He ran his hands over her skin to calm her nerves. It felt like the house was taking breaths with her.

She told the rest of the story quickly, not able to handle the painful recollection of events. She had tried so hard to get you to rest before making such a rash decision. She had tried getting her grandmother too, thinking she could help better but you wouldn’t allow her to leave your side. You pleaded with such raw emotion for help that she had no choice but to bring out her grandmother's magic books. In the end with some help from a fae magic book you had used your magic to seal away any memories involving fae while also sealing your magic. The house shook with the power of your magic when the seal was placed, waking both her grandmother and sister who had rushed down to the living room to find you unconscious in your brutalized state with her holding you on the verge of tears. Her grandmother had taken over after that after listening to her recall everything that happened. She took care of your wounds and put you to bed in Witchs room with her. Both girls were in no state to be given a stern talking to about what they did.

“My grandmother gave me an earful the next morning after I had woken up. Rún didn’t wake up for almost 3 days. My grandmother had informed the orphanage of what was done to Rún and threatened to inform the authorities if they didn’t let her stay here until she healed. A caretaker had come once to check the extent of the damages and begged for the police not to be involved, my grandmother agreed on the condition that something like this would never happen again. Her wounds took a while to heal and her head had to be shaved but her time spent in the cottage seemed joyful. She laughed a lot more with me and it didn’t seem like the world was holding her down. Things were better after that but she still didn’t have friends when she returned to the orphanage. They left her alone at least, the fae also stopped bothering her when they couldn’t sense any magic from her. Me and my grandmother would still give her protection charms regularly just in case. Daisy would talk to her only when she needed help with schoolwork or chores and Rún welcomed it since no one else would give her the time of day, things got worse when she started working at 16. Daisy seemed more determined to build a bond then and ask her for money”, she sighs finishing the story

It was a lot to recall for Witch, she looked visibly drained. Price pulled her up into his arms as he held her head against his chest. She melted into his embrace feeling his chest rise with every breath. The thumping of their hearts created a soothing vibration, lulling them in a peaceful headspace. They held each other like that until Price heard her stomach growl.

“Hungry luv?”, Price let out a chuckle. Looking outside the sun had set, the only light was coming from the burning embers from the fireplace. Casting an orange glow on her beautiful face. Witch raised her head from his chest as she hummed a response, flicking her wrist to turn on the lights. Price had placed her gently on the sofa as he got up to stretch. She wrapped the blanket around her not wanting to lose his warmth.

“I’ll get us a takeaway, I have to have a quick chat with Soap anyways. I’ll be back soon”, Witch just nodded in response and kissed him gently on the cheek before he apparated to wherever he needed to be. She sat in silence just mulling over her thoughts before she decided to go check up on You.

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randoimago · 7 months

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Day 4 - Drunken Confessions

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Character(s): Hizashi Yamada (Present Mic)

Type of Request: 31 Days of Oc-Trope-R

Note(s): I love Present Mic so much.

Things at UA had been hectic, but it was finally Saturday, so Hizashi practically forced you and Aizawa to go with him drinking. He had wanted to do karaoke, but Aizawa gave a firm "no" and you weren't going to argue with Aizawa.

So now the three of you were sitting in a booth with some karaage and edamame to have with your drinks. Aizawa looked like he's been sipping on the same whiskey all night while Hizashi had some kind of highball and you were drinking on whatever wouldn't make you act like that much of an idiot.

"And then after having an argument for ten minutes about the correct use of 'their, there, and they're', Bakugo gives a perfect answer. Even I was shocked considering how much of a hothead he is," Hizashi regales an English lesson he was teaching with wild gestures.

"He's smarter than he looks," Aizawa comments. Aizawa is good at his backwards compliments.

"At least you got them to do the lesson. Things were going great for me and then Midnight comes in to deliver something and the next thing I know, everyone is talking about crushes and which teachers look cute together," you say with a sigh. It'd be endearing if you weren't scared shitless that they'd somehow get you to confess your crush to a bunch of children.

"I hate kids." Aizawa shakes his head as he says this but you and Hizashi give him amused smiles because you both know that's far from the truth.

"Did they say who'd look cute with me?" Hizashi asks, a wide grin on his face.

"I think Ashido mentioned something about you and Aizawa cause of some childhood friends trope," you answer, a tad confused with what she had been talking about. Hizashi just bursts out laughing at the idea while Aizawa grumbles and drinks his whiskey.

The night goes on with you three drinking and eating some more. Aizawa decided to be the smart one and start getting water for the table while Hizashi wanted to make a tower out of his glasses, which was quickly stopped and caused him to pout.

"I need to get going. Think you can take care of him?" Aizawa suddenly says as he checks the time. You do as well. It's late but not that bad.

"Thinking of doing some patrolling?" You ask, you wouldn't be surprised if Aizawa did sober up to a quick ten minute patrol this late. You were glad when he shook his head.

"Don't want a hangover so I'm going home to decompress."

"What a responsible adult," you tease and Aizawa rolls his eyes. Hizashi is already whining about Aizawa leaving and you chuckle and shake your head. "Maybe we should get him home first," you say and Aizawa nods.

You both drag the drunken Hizashi back home, listening to his rambling and nonsense. There were a few times when he started to say something, but Aizawa switched topics or made him shut up. You don't know if it was going to be something embarrassing or what, but good on Aizawa for being a good friend.

When you made it back to his apartment, Aizawa offered to stay to help take care of the drunk. You declined and said you could deal with Hizashi. There was some hesitance on Aizawa's part, which you found a tad weird, but eventually he did leave. And now it was you and Hizashi on his couch while the TV played softly in the background.

"I can't believe the kids thought me and Aizawa would date." Hizashi's words are slurred as his head is resting in your lap on the couch. You tried to make him go to bed, but he was adamant that you're not allowed in his room. So, you're both on the couch.

"Well, it was more thinking that you two would be a cute couple instead of that you are going to date," you try to explain, only to get a scoff back.

"But I don't wanna date him. I wanna date you. Shota is mean and grouchy," Hizashi pouts but you were a bit hung up with what he had said previously.

"You want to date me?" You can't help asking. He's drunk and probably talking out of his ass right now, but you can't help but be curious.

"Well yeah, you're cute and smell nice and I wanna cuddle and kiss you and do adult things!"

"Like what?" Again, you couldn't help asking. Maybe it was morbid curiosity or maybe you wanted to see what drunk things Hizashi might come up with. Whatever the excuse, you just asked that and now have to live with it.

"Like hand holding!"

"Uh huh, well how about you drink some water and get to bed then we can talk about hand holding in the morning." An amused grin is on your face as you pat Hizashi's head and he whines.

"But I want to date you now!"

"Trust me, if you remember this, you might end up regretting this happened. We'll talk in the morning, Hizashi." He mutters something that sounds a bit like 'won't regret it' but you shake your head at him and make him go to bed.

You just hope he remembers this in the morning.

#my hero academia x reader #present mic x reader #hizashi yamada x reader #hizashi x reader #mha x reader #randoimago 31 days of october

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avionvadion · 1 year

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I don’t hate Yona. She’s sweet, her horns are cute, I do think she’s a bit too blinding of a green and resembles Muzu too much, but I just… don’t think she makes sense. By that I mean, sure- arranged marriages are a thing royalty does.

However.

Mipha was the Crown Princess originally. Dorephan did not put her in an arranged betrothal, and did not force her to marry a royal from another domain. Instead, he whole heartedly supported her decision to marry a Hylian- aka, Link. Based on this alone, he does not seem to be the type of ruler, nonetheless father, to make his children marry someone they do not love.

Remember what Mipha said in the first game? After you freed her from the Divine Beast?

“I want you to know, I have always followed my heart.”

Dorephan actually encourages this of his children. He praises Sidon for following his and bringing Link to the domain, for going out of his way to help their people. He is a wise king, but a loving father, and has managed to combine the two traits of his beautifully. He encourages his children to follow their hearts, while also making sure to raise them into the royals they must be. He doesn’t force them into anything.

Which just… makes this even wilder to me???

Based on one of the replaced stone monuments, Sidon viewed Yona as a big sister- holding her in a similar light as Mipha. Dorephan announcing Sidon is now engaged to her, without even asking for his consent, is just… kind of icky, especially since he’s marrying someone he viewed as a sibling. It also doesn’t make sense given Dorephan’s character.

Again, I don’t hate Yona.

I think they solely added her in to rein in the Sidlink shippers (Don’t worry ya’ll, Sidon has two hands, one for Yona and one for Link, it’s fine. Look at that new statue. Proof) and to play on his trauma of losing Mipha.

This, however, could have just as easily been done with Dorephan… considering he was literally wounded by the sludge Like-Like. There was no actual logical story reason to give him a canon fiancée. Especially since Yona appeared out of nowhere as she wasn’t even hinted at in the original game.

Calling them *childhood friends* is kind of a lazy way to explain why she’s suddenly there.

Yona’s a cutie. But, again. Her character doesn’t make sense to me.

That said, she and my oc (who I’ve paired with Sidon) are going to be besties eventually, and she’s gonna give my girl some pointers on how to act as a royal while telling embarrassing childhood stories about Sidon.

#totk spoilers #tears of the kingdom spoilers #totk yona #I don’t hate her. I just think she doesn’t make sense writing wise

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rreskk · 6 months

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Im a huge fan of all your writings, your page is my all time favourite on Tumblr and I jus noticed you’ve taken requests and was wondering if you can write some smut of Trevor x his Therapist or Doctor

I fucking love this idea! Sorry it took long, I've been having a brain-rotting phase about my OC :)

Summary: Your favourite client has become more... Of a "friend."

TW: -Smut

Pairings: Therapist Fem!reader/ Trevor Philips

Word count: 1265

AUGUST, 26TH – 1985

You’ll see grieved people hover in and out of your office with a suicidal tendencies, more likely than never. You’d also have people who’ve been through wars, people who have slept with family members, confessed murderers, suicidal drug-addicts, sociopathic teenagers, depressed elderly ladies, wealthy white men, menopausal women, schizophrenics, sexually confused religious men, teenage dirtbags; the list going on and on and on and on. Your folders only stack up with every unstable being paying brain-surgeon bucks to talk about how crappy life is. Some stories you wept alongside them, some you had to give them the cold-shoulder, some you had to refuse service. All in which was based in the memo when you began working within the professionality.

However, there was this one man with mountains of issues and emotional depth, some criminal, some traumatic, some petty; but he interested you greatly. A so-called trainee pilot for the Airforce. Personal record was fresh, great skill in flying, physically active, single, citizen of Canada. However, he was referred after his team had identified slight dangers in his emotional intelligence and anger management. He was once called “a fucking pyscho” by his referral, which had caused some mishap of violence. Nonetheless, the front page had suggested he was aggressive when “provoked”.

The first session was tricky, as predicted from his difficulties on concealing emotional bondage. But as the sessions became a regular occurrence, he slowly loosened up. Only recently had he talked about his childhood. Through painful cries and many times of walking out of the office eruptively, in which he returns hours later to continue, believing you are “the only person who cares” – his words exactly when you question his behaviour.

Unconsciously, you both grew close. After a good few weeks of working along side him, Trevor had named every person in his life; mother, father, brother, past lovers, past friends, etc… He trusted you with this information, and when he spoke freely about them, his eyes would stare into yours with tensity. He self-indulged in the eye-contact. You understood that it was his way of seeing your internal reactions and thoughts. Trevor’s constantly assessing you like you are with him, and whether it was meant to happen, it fell into this hole of deep relation. He relied on you. Extremely clingy. His sessions would extend from an hour to 3 or 4. It had gotten to the point where you with drawled other patience, just so you could invite him in again. Your managers assumed he needed more focus, so they allowed. But was it about focus?

No.

It was something more personal than that. A transference. Therapist and patient romance. Forbidden touches of his hands against your thighs turned into extreme penetration in your office. From the desk to the sofa, from the floor to your bathroom. At some point, he had been everywhere with you. Trying to overcome this situation was flawed, and every-time you tried to give him this professional support, it turned into a lustful beg of his fingers and filthy tongue.

“Fuck – “ You panted when he crawled over you on the sofa-bed, his penis frantically searching for the entrance as he used his tongue to leave trails of his saliva against your jawline. Whereas the moments prior to this, he was talking about the lack of love given from his mother, and he instead admitted that the maternal need had been transferred onto you. Trevor struggled to explain his insane attraction to how “caring” you are, forgetting that it was your profession. But the way you’d reassure and rub his back – it always gave him a reason to go home and relieve that naughty arousal. And every session, he’s excited for this specific reason.

“I tried to book a session last week,” He murmured darkly as his cock injected into your pussy, “The prick downstairs told me you were busy – with what?” His voice crackled a bit at the pleasure of having your warmth surrounding his erection.

Holding onto his shoulders, you breathed out a shaky moan, his name staining the tip of your tongue. The question went ignored until you found the capacity to give him the deserved answer.

“I had training.” You could barely say.

Trevor huffed in jealousy, his hips finding a steady pace as he gripped your hips to line up the act of penetration. Despite the angry frown plastered on his face, you knew he was enjoying himself. The way his tongue curled up between his lips, the concentration dilating his pupils. You had analysed his behaviour from day 1, so it became an easy job to predict his overall mood.

“I’m more important…” He breathed softly and ushered you to wrap your legs around his hips.

“I know…”

“I fucking love how loose you are,” Trevor desperately kissed your quivering lips before breaking away to increase the speed and groaning your name. “Oh… Oh, fuck. Yes. Mmm…”

The clock was ticking and when he was occupying your cunt, eyes began to fall upon the ticks and the toks. You’ve mentioned before this that a patient was planned to arrive within the next hour, so the nerves were beginning to boil your blood. The last thing you’d want is to be caught; especially with one of your most dangerous clients who’s supposed to have “professional” support.

“Look at me.” He soon begged when noticing your lack of attention. His hands fell onto your breasts and gave them a loving squeeze, continuing the thrusting.

“I ought to…” It was hard to be vocal, so you tried a little harder, “I ought to prepare for the next – “

Trevor whimpered angrily and fucked you harder than before. His hands gripped onto your breasts, teeth grinding. He repetitively shook his head and silenced you from saying anything more.

“No, no, no!” He pled. His temper starting to spark.

You grasped his wrists, moaning out of pure bliss. This encouraged him to thrust a little faster, his shaggy mullet falling into different directions and flows. For a young pilot, he was especially rugged and quite ill-looking, but it made this more exciting. You were fucking an ill client… That was such an exciting experience, but why? The psychology was hard to work out, even for you. So his witchery could be blameful, the way his mouth casted spells on you.

“Please – “ You moaned and closed your eyes.

“Look at me!” Trevor whined again, his hands cradling your face as you both came close. He winced. The sluggish rock of his hips slapped against yours for the last time before he pulled out, cock ejaculating white fluids upon your stomach. “Oooohhh… Fuck!” Your patient ecstatically exaggerated.

You too had came. To refrain noise, it became a squeal of pure lust. When his warm semen painted your stomach, your fingers instantly rummaged through your clit, feeling how much cum he made you squirt. And with a moan, you felt him take charge of the inspection and licked up the white strands with his tongue. Trevor brushed your pussy and slurped up your taste with a puppy glimpse in his eyes. He looked at you when licking, begging to be praised.

“Fuck… Yes – “ Then the door knocked.

With quick motion, you threw on your shirt and zipped up your skirt as he groaned. Trevor wiped his mouth and gave your cheek a last kiss before throwing on a shirt and walking out. You noticed on the way out, he had gave your next client the meanest look to man-kind.

And the next week; that client had never returned.

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glitchadeli · 3 months

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If you saw my last post - then you'll understand why I'm making this one!! Plus I'm showing off the amazing art by my friend Nere - I'm here to explain all my Next Gen's partners!! (Pearl and Kid's partners will just have to be explained later though.... sorry Kin and Otto.) I've added the chart again so you know the names of everyone in case for some reason it got confusing.. anyway!! ~ "Glitch, what did you mean in that last post that you couldn't have Guy and Darwin together?" ... welp I guess now's a good time to introduce the Next Gen's partners!! Starting with Pig. (Pig in a blanket Dog). If you remember in the show Guy said he was "born attached to his two brothers" - yeah. Echo and I have named them "Hot Dog Dude" and "Hot Dog Man". Dude ended up with a teen pregnancy (17, same age as Gum) which resulted in Pig being born. But Dude wasn't the best parent and didn't really want the responsibility.. so Guy stepped up. Ends becoming more of a father to his nephew than Dude ever was. Guy even legally adopts Pig at some point, and Pig sees Dude as more of an 'uncle' instead. (I'm sure that's confusing but idk man, it is what it is.) Anywaysss - Pig ends up with Zipper!! ("Childhood friends to Lovers” trope). Very sappy and in love!! The reason I didn't wanna put Guy with Darwin is because well.. Zip is Darwin's nephew. Wouldn't it be odd if your uncle is dating your boyfriend's dad...? ("Glitch, Guy isn't biologically Pig's dad though?" - I know, but it's.. the principal.. okay???) So I figured it's just easier to keep Guy and Dar as good friends. (I say all this as if there isn't confusing stuff later.. I'LL GET TO IT.) - Moving on; Leonard (Lenny) is obviously; Larry and Karen's son! (I did make a post recently saying that Larry is also married to Small, yep that's still true. Go read that post if you're confused though. Lenny ends up with Cas!! ("Friends to Lovers" trope. Yes all the GR kids have a 'romance trope' with their relationships cause I think it's fun!) -

Continuing down the line - Cosette ends up with Wessley. He is just an Oc with OC parents. Isn't a next gen of anyone in canon so there's not much to explain there. (their 'trope' is the "Coffee Shop Romance" btw!) I don't have much to say about them other than I love them!! (I love all my next gen ships.)

- Nezt up is Elliot who ends up with a boy named Rodney (Rod)! He is the son of "Shooting Star" (which I just say at this point is his name. Another Hot Dog Guy situation lol) As for Rodney's mom? She was an anonymous surrogate. I know who she is (yes it's another bg character, I'm sure you could figure out which one.) Rod plays a pivotal role in Eli's life, and ironically their 'trope' is "Second Chances''. They go through trials and errors but work though it <33 - Aaaaand finally for the twins; Roe ends up with Nimble and Rem ends up with a girl named Lei! Nimble is a fictional lizard/gator thing, a species I made up and still don't have a name for :') Nim was an orphan but eventually adopted by some of Cas' classmates (who, are adults at this point and are Oc's so no canon characters again.) Roe and Nim are the classic "Enimies to Lover's" trope - just like GumRob! Nim was Roe's 'nemesis' (it was more of a one sided thing. Roe hated Nim way more than Nim could ever hate Roe LMAO). Took Roe a while to even ADMIT he had any feelings for Nim. (Of course the whole fam teased him about it.) -

Rem ends up with Lei - the daughter of Chi Chi and LeXing. ("Who's LeXing?" - does Miracle Star sound familiar? If not, Miracle Star was the carbon copy of TAWoG which then inspired the "Copycats" episode that Chi Chi starred in.) Yeah, Chi Chi wasn't happy to hear his daughter was with a Watterson so their 'trope' is "Forbidden Lovers" but that's a much more dramatic title. Chi Chi was not happy in the slightest.. but it wasn't like he didn't allow them to date, ya know? - I hope this gives some insight on these guys ;v; and PLEASE go check out my friend Nere, the one who drew the 6 images of all the GR kids and their partners <33

(I might add more later)

#the amazing world of gumball #tawog #glitch's next gen tawog #my next gen #gumrob #tawog gumball #tawog rob #gumball watterson #rob tawog #darwin watterson

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liightsout · 3 months

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the blue - part one

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✯ summary: introducting mattie and adam!! both have some news to share, one being better than the other. no danny ric content in this one, but it's coming, i promise! ✯

✯ pairing: daniel ricciardo x fem!oc

✯ content warnings: none rlly, light swearing ✯

✯ now playing: you're on your own kid - taylor swift ✯

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May 2020

“Mattie, are you even listening to me?”

Looking up from her phone at her friend she frowned. She hadn’t been listening. Not even a little. It wasn’t that she wasn’t interested in what her friend had been saying, it was just that she had a lot on her mind.

She sighed softly “I wasn’t Adam, I’m sorry, what were you saying? Something about a new driver on the team?”

Matilda and Adam had been friends since childhood, the pair had met on the first day of junior school. She had just moved to the small town over the summer and was starting school a complete stranger amongst all her peers.

Her mum had reassured her she’d make friends quickly, but she wasn’t so sure. Looking around the playground she could see that almost everyone already knew one another. She spent the first few hours of school that day on her own, carefully shying away from drawing too much attention to herself.

Then came lunch break. She remembers it like it was yesterday, Adam came bounding over to her, scruffy uniform and beaming smile with a few teeth missing. He asked her if she wanted to play race cars with him. She explained nervously that she didn’t know anything about racing and he should probably ask someone else. Adam had scoffed at the idea and said that he didn’t want to play with the other kids.

Adam spent the rest of the hour lunch break explaining everything he knew about racing and telling her about his favourite driver ‘Michael Shooomacker’ and the red car he drove.

Their friendship had lasted throughout their schooling days, all their awkward teenage phases and early adult years. It was a no brainer for the both of them to decide to move in with each other when they both found themselves in need of a home.

Rent in and around London was expensive, and there was no one on Earth either of them would rather live with. Which had proven to be a blessing when 2020 had rolled around and Covid had hit. The pair of them agreed that they would have lost their minds had they spent so many days locked inside with anyone else but each other.

Adam had gone to University when they turned 18 and earned a degree in Mechanical Engineering, hoping to further his dream of being an engineer for one of the top Formula 1 teams when he was older. It wasn’t long before he had achieved said dream and found himself a spot on the engineering team at Mclaren.

“At least you’re honest! I said I got a call this morning from my boss,he confirmed the driver that’s going to be replacing Carlos next year. It’s Daniel Ricciardo” explained Adam, with a beaming smile.

Mattie paused trying to put a name to a face. “Which one is he?” Adam laughed “as if you don’t remember! He’s the Aussie you think is fit, the one who used to drive for Red Bull.”

“I thought that was Mark Webber?” the girl questioned, pulling out her phone getting ready to Google the new driver her friend would be working with for the next season. Adam’s laugh got even louder “close, but not quite” he said.

Mattie rolled her eyes and continued her Google image search. Yep, she remembered who Daniel Ricciardo was now. Adam was right; she did think he was fit. More than that, she thought he was one of the most beautiful men she had ever seen.

She looked up from her phone to the knowing eyes of her best friend “yeah I remember who he is, but anyway, irrelevant, is this a good thing for you? Are you happy?”.

Adam nodded enthusiastically “oh definitely, he’s one of my favourite drivers, getting to work with him is huge. I reckon him and Lando will be a great pairing as well, roll on 2021 as far as I’m concerned”.

Adam had always been obsessed with Formula 1. Even from the age of 10 he had been so sure that it was the career path for him. He had spent countless hours as a teenager working in his dad’s garage and learning everything he could about cars, engines and the mechanics behind them.

This was something Mattie had always been jealous of. Not that she had also wanted to be a mechanic, definitely not that. She had been jealous of his ability to decide exactly what it was that he had wanted to do with his life, seemingly from the minute he had learnt what Formula 1 was.

Mattie did not have the same luxury. Growing up she had toyed with many ideas about what life would have in store for her, but none that ever had really seemed to fit.

When she was 13 she had wanted to be a famous pop singer; the dream was soon crushed when a music teacher told her she could barely hold a note.

Then came fashion. She had spent a whole summer reading through every copy of Vogue she could get her hands on. Drawing up rough designs of different clothes and garments she would try and craft herself. This dream ended with a high school textiles teacher telling her that she was terrible at stitching and would never pass the class.

The list was endless, dream after dream quietly crushed by being told she would never be quite good enough.

For a while she thought that maybe she had set her expectations too high. She wanted too much, dreamt too big. She wanted extraordinary, but needed to settle for ordinary.

Until she had realised at the age of 17 that it had been staring her in the face her whole life. From the moment Mattie had learnt to read she had her nose in a book. She had become infatuated with literature and everything about it.

She loved that no matter what was going on around her, she could always find solace in a good book for a few hours. She loved reading about different characters who could live every life she had ever dreamt for herself. It was at the age of 17 that she decided she would study English Literature at University.

She quickly found a job after leaving University, working for a small independent publisher. She loved her job and although she was disappointed she would never be a famous pop star, at the age of 24 she knew that it was probably for the best.

“Well, I’m happy that you’re happy and hopefully this will be a good thing for Mclaren as well. It’d be nice to see you guys moving up in the constructors championships!” Mattie smiled at her friend who was practically buzzing with excitement at the prospect.

“Enough about me, we’ve been talking about me all afternoon. Did you find out from your boss anymore about your job?” Mattie sighed, admittedly she had been avoiding the subject, but such was Adam that he would bring it up eventually.

She had received a call from her boss around a week ago explaining to her that due to the financial pressures Covid had placed upon the small company she worked for, that it was likely they would be liquidating the business before the month was up.

Mattie had been blissfully ignoring the issue, escaping to the dreamland in her head where everything was fine and her employment wasn’t in jeopardy. That dreamland had come crashing down around an hour prior when she had gotten an email from the CEO explaining that they were all being let go effective immediately.

“Yeah, so, Glenn sent an email about an hour ago confirming it… bit shitty of him to do it over email, but yeah, I’m unemployed” breathing deeply Mattie held back the tears she knew were threatening to escape from her eyes.

“Oh fuck, Mattie, I’m so sorry, I can’t believe you’ve just let me sit here and tell you about all this when you’ve got this bottled inside you, why didn’t you say anything sooner? Are you ok? Do you want a hug? Or is this one of those times where if I hug you it’ll make it worse and you’ll start ugly crying? Do you want me to beat up Glenn? I’ll do it-”

“Adam stop. I’m fine. Honestly, it sucks, and yeah I’m upset but we knew it was coming. It’s fine, I’ve got some money saved up so I’ll be alright for a little bit and I’ll start sending out CV’s to some companies and I’ve got connections now. I’ll find something, it’s just, yeah, it’s just shit” Mattie said, cutting off Adam from his rambling.

Adam was great, she knew that no matter what she could rely on him to have her back, but he did have a tendency to panic when he thought that his friend was sad.

That’s just how he was, over protective and ready to punch her boss in the face if she asked him to.

Adam nodded, checking for signs of tears on the girls cheeks. Once he was satisfied she wasn’t going to start crying he stood up and headed for the fridge, opening the door and pulling out a bottle of rose wine he knew Mattie kept there for emergencies.

“Well, in that case, I’ll order us a pizza and what do you say we get drunk and watch a movie? I’ll even let you watch Tangled seeing as I’m such a good best friend”. Mattie grinned looking at him from the sofa. She was so glad he decided to play racing cars with her when they were kids.

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On the fourth day of Christmas...

𝔄 𝔇𝔢𝔠𝔢𝔪𝔟𝔢𝔯 𝔗𝔬 ℜ𝔢𝔪𝔢𝔪𝔟𝔢𝔯 𝔭𝔱. 𝟐

𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤 ➛ Actor!Michael B Jordan x OC!Naomi Samuels

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𝔰𝔶𝔫𝔬𝔭𝔰𝔦𝔰 ➛ Naomi decides to go to the Christmas market with Michael, Dan, Ashanti, Teresa, and her husband James. Grandmother gives them an activity to do while they're out. A Christmas scavenger hunt. They decide to split into teams and Naomi ends up on a team with Michael... and Ashanti. It's looking like it will be an eventful day.

𝔞/𝔫 ➛ Y'all, why are there actually no Christmas movies with Michael B Jordan in them??? This man was made for the holidays! all I can say is that I'm wishing for him to be under my tree come Christmas day. But in all seriousness, this story is so fun to write and I just have so many ideas. Please let me know your thoughts and enjoy!

12 Days of Christmas Masterlist

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The morning sun spills its golden hues into my room. I groan as the light reaches my eyes, causing me to squint. I sit up in my bed, grateful that my scarf stayed on the entire night. Glancing at my calendar, I note that it's only six days until Christmas. I try not to focus on the fact that I'll be spending those six days with Michael B Jordan, the idea is still unbelievable to me. It's a bit chilly, so I make sure I have a warm pair of socks on before heading downstairs.

As I step into the kitchen, the enticing aroma of breakfast greets me. The lively chatter of family members already fills the air as they prepare for the day. I notice my grandmother sitting at the table, sipping her coffee. She's always been an early riser.

"Good morning, Mimi," she greets me with a warm smile. "Did you sleep well?"

"Morning, Grandmother. I slept like a baby. It's a bit cold in here, though." I reply, giving a small shiver and rubbing my hands together as I return her smile. "Can we turn the heat up?" Grandmother gives me a knowing grin.

"Oh no, darling. We not running up my electric bill. It is fine where it's at." She shakes her head and I sigh softly, rubbing my arms to heat them up. I turn to walk away, but she starts to speak again.

"Why don't you go find that young man and ask him to light the fireplace for you? I know he's somewhere around here." She suggests, her grin growing. "You know, since you're so cold," she chuckles, sipping from her mug again. I smile and roll my eyes as I get up and head to go look for him.

I make my way through the corridors of my childhood home, the wooden floor creaking slightly as I walk along the boards. It's still early, but most of the house is already awake and alive with the energy of this holiday season. After a brief detour through the kitchen, where my aunts mingle as usual, I head towards the den. There, sitting on the couch, I find Michael, deep in conversation with my younger twin cousins, Matthew and Mason.

"Hey, guys. What y'all talkin' 'bout?" I ask as I shuffle over to stand in front of them. The twins look up with wide eyes, clearly still starstruck by the presence of the famous actor. Michael flashes them a friendly smile, instantly putting the young boys at ease.

"We were just telling Michael about our favorite superhero movies!" Mason exclaims, his excitement palpable as he holds onto his Incredible Hulk toy.

"Who's your favorite superhero, Michael?" Matthew chimes in, listening eagerly. Michael leans back onto the couch, a thoughtful expression on his face.

"Is it Killmonger?" Mason questions.

"Killmonger in some ways, could be seen as a hero with a lot of depth and character. But he's technically a villain." He explains. "I'd have to say that Spider-Man is my favorite superhero, but I did enjoy playing Killmonger." Matthew and Mason giggle at Michael's reply and I smirk, finding it endearing.

"But the real question is, which Spider-Man?" I ask in a teasing tone. Michael raises his eyebrows at me.

His expression immediately lights up as he recognizes my attempt at taunting him. He gives me a small smile and laughs.

"Oh come on now, Mimi, you know that doesn't even have to be a question. It's obviously Tom Holland."

"No!" both boys reply in unison, laughing and shaking their heads.

"It's obviously gotta be Toby! He's the original!" Mason shouts and Matthew nods enthusiastically.

"Well, personally, I think Andrew Garfield was the best," I add. The boys go silent and stare at me with disappointed looks.

"No offense, Mimi, but you've let us down," Matthew says, shaking his head slowly. I look at them shocked as they look back at me awkwardly.

"What? Why can't I have my own opinion on this?" I question with a laugh.

"You're just not cool like Michael is." Mason shrugs his shoulders and Michael raises his eyebrows in surprise.

"Wowwww," I cross my arms in fake offense. "You know what? You boys haven't brushed your teeth this morning, have you?" I purse my lips at them and they drop their shoulders.

"No..." They both say as they slowly get up from the couch, groaning in protest.

"Uh uh, I don't wanna hear it. You got so much to say but you ain't even got clean teeth. Shameful." I taunt, causing Michael to laugh. "Make sure that Jessie girl brushes as well!" I call after them. Their mopey mood is replaced by a competitive one as they begin to challenge each other to who can get to their sister the fastest. Michael and I watch in amusement as they leave.

"Did you brush your teeth, Naomi?" He asks, raising an eyebrow. I narrow my eyes at him.

"Let's not go there, right now," I give him a sarcastic smile and he laughs a bit. "I need your help with something," I say, shuffling my feet.

"Sure, what do you need?" He responds, standing up from his seat.

"Well, it's absolutely freezing downstairs. Do you mind lighting the fire for me?" I ask, grinning sheepishly. Michael snickers at the request.

"Fireplace duty, huh? I think I can handle that." He follows me down to the living room and kneels next to the fireplace.

"Thank you," I say as I sit down on the floor in front of the fireplace and lean my back against the couch, watching as he adds the logs and lights a match. As soon as the fire starts to crackle, Michael steps back and glances at me. I realize that, even though it's early in the morning, he's dressed and ready for the day. The only thing he doesn't have on is shoes, but I still feel a bit embarrassed at my appearance. I haven't done anything to my hair and I am in my pjs still.

"You look pretty cozy over there, Naomi." He teases. I side-eye him slightly, turning to look at him as I hold my hands out to feel the heat and wiggle my toes while I let the fire warm my feet.

"I'm just trying not to freeze to death. I hate the cold." I retort, rubbing my hands together. Michael chuckles and sits down next to me, offering me his warmth. He leans his arm on the couch, letting it fall slightly so that his hand hangs over to the side of the couch where I'm sitting.

"Didn't you grow up here in the cold?" He asks, raising an eyebrow as he looks down at me. I smile slightly, letting out a soft sigh.

"I didn't like it then and I don't like it now. It makes me glad I moved to New York. It's at least a little warmer there." I shrug, pulling my knees to my chest so I can be warmer.

"I understand it. I grew up in New Jersey, so I've had my experiences with the cold." He admits. Michael looks over at me, seeing me shiver. "You know, you don't gotta put on this act of being freezing cold." He says and he puts his arm around my shoulder, pulling me to his side. "If you wanted to get close to me, you could've just said so."

I try to contain my shock, blushing at his boldness. My heart is racing and I'm hoping that he doesn't notice.

"It's not like that at all," I mutter, trying to keep my voice steady. He chuckles at my reaction.

"Oh yeah? Then what's it like?" He questions, noticing that I'm completely at a loss for words. I clear my throat and shrug.

"I just feel comfortable with you." I finally say, looking at him from the corner of my eye. I laugh, leaning into his shoulder.

"Better?" He questions as he rubs my arm to warm me.

"Much better. Thanks for the invitation." We both let out a light laugh, leaning back against the couch.

"I've got a question," Michael says after a moment.

"What's up?" I look up at him, realizing just how close to me he is.

"Why do they call you Mimi?" As he asks this, I stifle my laughter.

"Oh, God. That nickname haunts me everywhere I go!" I cover my face with my hands and Michael laughs at my reaction.

"What's wrong with it? I think it's cute." He winks at me playfully.

"It's little girl cute. Other names have cool nicknames like you have Mike and Daniel has Dan. But I just have this lil cutesy nickname, Mimi. Makes me sound like a kid." I rant adorably. Michael continues laughing until he composes himself.

"If it bothers you then why don't you choose a new nickname?" He suggests and I raise my eyebrow at him in confusion.

"Like what?" I question, doubting there's anything better for me. He thinks for a moment and then smiles when he's got it.

"Nao." He says waving his hand as if the name is supposed to appear out of thin air. I look deadpan at him and he starts laughing once more, a genuine smile on his face.

"Nao?" I raise my eyebrow even higher.

"You know, like Ne-yo, but cooler. Nao..." He does the thing with his hand again and I shake my head, giggling.

He continues to laugh as I mutter, "You're so corny." I roll my eyes at him and he gives me a playful shove.

"Well, you love it." He teases and I cross my arms. "So are you gonna consider the nickname or not?" He questions and I pause. My eyes shift to the side and a slow smile spreads across my face.

"I guess anything is better than Mimi," I concede with a sigh.

"Nao it is then." As Michael and I laugh with each other, we hear a loud bell from the kitchen. Michael looks at me with confusion.

"It's the breakfast bell. Means the food's ready. I should probably go get dressed." I mention. Michael removes his arm from around me and stands up offering his hand to help me up as well. I take it graciously. He pulls me to my feet, smiling warmly at me. Our hands linger for an extra second, our eyes locked onto each other.

"Alright, let me go see if I can help set the table." He says after a moment, letting go of my hand. He heads towards the kitchen, but not before calling back, "Don't forget to brush your teeth!" I smile to myself as I go back up the stairs.

As I walk through the common area to get to my room, I'm stopped by a voice behind me.

"You don't really think he'll go for you, do you?" I look over and see Ashanti in the doorway of the bathroom. I raise an eyebrow in confusion.

"What are you talking about?" I ask, already knowing I'm about to deal with some bullshit.

"Michael is a man who is way out of your league, don't you think?" She questions, crossing her arms.

"Ashanti, I'd love to get into whatever this is, but I need to get dressed," I say, turning away.

"I'm saying he should be with someone more on his level. Someone like me." She has a smug look on her face and I turn back towards her.

"Don't you already have a boyfriend?" I narrow my eyes at her.

"He's more of... a friend with benefits." She lies and I roll my eyes.

"You literally share an apartment with him." I retort.

"Don't try to deflect, Naomi. You need to back off of Michael, so I can show who he really should be with. A refined and classy woman with my social standing is the perfect match for a perfect man like him." I side-eye her as she spews these delusions.

"Whatever, Shanti. Have him, I don't care." I walk away before she can respond and shut my door. I should have known she'd come at me like that. It's always like this with her. She's jealous of me and wants Michael for herself. I won't try and stop her from going after him, but if he wants me, there's not much I can do about that. That being said, there's no telling if he likes either one of us. For one, we just met him yesterday, and two, we don't even know where his head is at right now.

I shake that conversation off and get ready for the day. I make it back to my bedroom, deciding to take a quick shower and change into something more decent to eat breakfast in. I'm feeling pretty good about myself until I remember the moment this morning with Michael and I suddenly get butterflies in my stomach. I take a few deep breaths and take my time to apply lotion and perfume.

After I feel I'm presentable, I slip on some jeans and a brown sweater to stay warm. I quickly brush my hair, checking myself in the mirror one last time before heading down to eat.

As I get down the stairs, everyone is already eating. I notice Ashanti sitting very close to Michael as she talks his ear off while he eats. Michael smiles politely, but it's obvious he's not into it. I head into the kitchen and grab some breakfast before sitting at the kitchen table, next to my mother.

"Good morning, Mimi." She greets me, smiling warmly at me.

"Morning, Mom. What are the plans for today? We doing anything?" I ask as I take a bite of food. My mother glances around the table, her eyes lingering for a bit on Michael and Ashanti.

"Well, I was thinking." She starts, "Why don't you older children take a trip to the nearby Christmas market? I'm sure there will be some great activities there."

"Sounds good," I reply. I steal a quick glance at Michael, who seems to be searching for an escape from Ashanti's chatter. Our eyes meet for a moment, and he offers a small smile. "Are we bringing the kids, too?" I ask, looking back at my mother. She shakes her head.

"Your uncles are taking the boys and Jessie to go sledding." She tells me and I smile at that.

"They'll love that," I say as I finish my food, putting my utensils on the plate. "Give me a call if you need me."

"Don't worry, baby, you just go have fun. Oh and..." She leans in to whisper to me. "Make sure to put the works on Michael. I need a son-in-law." She teases. I cover my face in embarrassment and sigh.

"I'll see you later, Mom." I laugh as I walk away, putting my dishes in the sink. After everyone is finished, I grab my brother, Teresa, James, Michael, and Ashanti and tell them what we're about to do.

"Hey guys, Mom suggested that we go to the Christmas market for the day. It's just a short walk down the street, y'all down?" I ask them.

"Oh my God! We used to love going to the Christmas market when we were younger, remember?" Teresa asks, beaming at the memories. I nod, smiling in response. James gazes admirably at Teresa as she brightens up. He always likes to see her happy.

"That sounds like a good plan. I've been dying for that food all year!" Daniel says excitedly. Michael laughs and shrugs his shoulders.

"I'm down to go. I've been wanting to see more of this place." He replies, looking a bit excited as well.

"Well, you already know if T is going, J will be there also," James smirks, leaning against the wall. Ashanti gives him a look of disappointment.

"Please, never refer to yourselves as 'T and J'. It sounds stupid." She tells them. James and Teresa both laugh and Ashanti rolls her eyes. "Oh, we're going to have so much fun!" She squeals, wrapping her arm around Michael's and leaning into him. He winces as she lets out a loud gasp, "Let me go get changed! There might be paparazzi there!" She giggles excitedly as she leaves the room to get ready. Michael gives Dan a surprised look.

"Is she always like that?" He asks, chuckling nervously. We all slowly nod our heads.

"I'm afraid so..." I reply.

"And, unfortunately, she's a professional at missing hints." Dan jokes and we all share a laugh. Grandmother makes her way over to us slowly, carrying six sheets of paper and six mini Polaroid cameras. Teresa's eyes light up once more.

"Are those what I think they are?" She inquires and Grandmother gives her a warm smile. Teresa reads her list carefully, eyes growing wide as she realizes what Grandmother has set up for us.

"Yes, it is, baby." We each are given a piece of paper and a camera. Upon closer inspection of the paper, we realize that it's a checklist.

"What is it?" Michael asks, a bit confused. I grin excitedly as I realize as well.

"It's a Christmas hunt!" I blurt out. Daniel looks excited as well and turns to Michael to explain.

"So, when we were younger, every year we'd visit the Christmas market and we'd do a holiday-themed scavenger hunt." He starts.

"Grandmother always made the list and we had to take pictures with each item on this list. We'd spend all day checking things off of it." Teresa chimes in.

"And, if we finish everything off of the list, we got to have Grandmother's famous Snickerdoodle Cookies! And a bunch of cute photos to put on the mantle." I add with enthusiasm. Michael looks at us all with amusement and nods his head.

"Okay, I'm in!" He tucks his list into his jacket and Teresa and I look at each other eagerly. Eventually, Ashanti returns from her room, dressed in a pink sweater and matching pink leggings.

"What? A scavenger hunt? You should've told me! I would have dressed accordingly." She whines. We all laugh and roll our eyes and head out the door, James and Daniel each pulling a wagon behind us.

The Christmas market bustles with activity as we pass the booths, and festive music all around. The colors and lights take me back to when I was just a little girl. The air carries a sweet scent of roasted chestnuts and the lively hum of joyous conversations.

"Wow, it seems like forever since I've been here," I say, my eyes lighting up as I look around.

"It hasn't changed a bit." Dan smiles, enjoying the nostalgia he gets from the place. I'm walking between Michael and Daniel and Ashanti clings to Michael's other side. Instead of letting her get the satisfaction of walking on Michael's arm, he links his arm with mine as well and I do the same with Dan so that we are all walking together. This seems to annoy her a bit, but we continue on. Teresa and James are walking hand in hand ahead of us and stop at the entrance of the market so we can make a game plan.

"Okay," I start, pulling out my list. "So it looks like we've got enough of things on here to keep us out here for a while." Everyone gathers around with their lists out.

"I've got an idea. How about we split up into teams? Three vs three?" James suggests.

"I like that. So who's on who's team?" Daniel questions. Teresa puts her arm on James' shoulder, smiling.

"It doesn't matter to me. Just as long as I have my boo with me. Otherwise, I'm lost." She says, causing me to giggle at her cuteness.

"Aww." He grins back at her. "I'll make sure to take good care of you then."

"You better. Or I'll come after you." She replies, punching his arm playfully. He laughs and puts his arm around her shoulder. Ashanti rolls her eyes once more at them.

"You two can do what you want, but I'm gonna stick with Michael." She says in a condescending tone. Michael raises an eyebrow at her, but he doesn't bother to argue. I shrug, already knowing she'd choose to team with him.

"Dan? Which team are you going to?" I ask and he gives me a mischievous smirk that seems to only have been seen by me.

"You know, I gotta team with my boy James and Cousin Tt." He shrugs his shoulders. "Sorry, I'm in it to win it." Dan and James dap each other up and I shake my head while laughing.

"Sigh, I guess I'm stuck with Ashanti and Michael," I say in mock annoyance, putting my hand on my forehead dramatically.

"Oh poor Naomi. Forced to walk around with the two hottest people here." Ashanti pretends to wipe a tear.

"Shut up." I roll my eyes.

"I'm just saying, we just look so good together." She wraps her arm around Michael's again and he looks off to the side. I feel the annoyance building but I push it back down.

"Don't be mad, girl, you know you're up there, too," Teresa assures me, nudging my shoulder.

"And besides, I wouldn't consider you being on my team a bad thing..." Michael replies, winking at me. A small smile comes across my face, but I quickly remove it.

"Perfect," Ashanti says under her breath, but I ignore her.

"Alright, teams. It's currently 1:00. We'll do as many items on our list as we can and meet back up here at 4. How does that sound?" James looks around at all of us and we nod in agreement.

"And the first one to find all of the items wins the cookies!" Teresa announces excitedly. We all chuckle a bit and nod again.

"You're on," I say competitively.

"Alright, see you back here in 3 hours." He says, handing his wagon to Michael and walking away with Teresa and Daniel.

"This'll be fun..." Daniel replies, nodding. Our teams split off to do their own thing and find the items on the list. Ashanti sticks to Michael the entire time, sticking to his side as though they were on a date. I have a feeling this is going to be a painful day.

"Okay, let's get started," I say with a determined smile. As we make our way through the market, we start looking at our list.

"Let's see, it looks like the first thing on the list is to take a picture with the most festive-looking person in the market," I say and Ashanti grabs her camera, handing it to me.

"Oh, that's easy." She does a little twirl and puts her hands under her chin. "It's obviously me." Michael and I glance at each other and start laughing.

"I'm not so sure that pink sequins and fur coats exactly scream 'festive'," I giggle and she shoots me a glare.

"Well, what would you know?" She turns her nose up.

"How about her?" Michael says, pointing towards a woman walking in the snow with a beautiful umbrella. She's wearing a cozy red dress and has Christmas trees stitched to the fabric. She has a green fur shawl on and lights braided into her hair.

"Now THAT'S festive," I grab my camera and we all start heading to her, Ashanti groaning under her breath. "Excuse me, miss!" I catch her attention and she turns around, smiling as we approach her.

"Hi, I'm Naomi, this is my cousin Ashanti and our friend Michael." I introduce. She holds her gloved hand out and shakes mine.

"Hello, I'm Helen." She does a small curtsy. After exchanging pleasantries, Michael asks her if she'll take a photo with us. Helen says yes and holds her umbrella out as we get someone to hold the camera for us. We gather around her and smile. With a flash of the camera, the small Polaroid photo ejects out the top and starts to develop. We thank the kind gentleman who took the picture and thank Helen. She walks away and we happily check the first item off the list.

"Alright, that's one off the list." Michael pumps his fist in the air and gives us both a playful high-five.

"Okay, next thing," I say, tucking the photo into my pocket. We set off to check more things off of the list. "We need to take a photo with a street performer or musician. That shouldn't be too hard; the market is filled with them."

As we continue through the lively market, we encounter various street performers showcasing their talents. From musicians playing cheerful tunes to magicians captivating the crowd, the festive spirit is in full swing. We finally settle on a group of carolers dressed in Victorian-era attire, harmonizing beautifully.

"Perfect," Michael declares, "Let's ask them for a quick photo!" As we approach, the carolers welcome us warmly, and we pose in front of the Polaroid.

"Ooh, let me choose the next one!" Ashanti says, pulling out her list. "How about the handmade ornaments?" She suggests.

"Now you're talking," I reply with a smile and we head towards the market's craft section. There are many booths with cute wooden trinkets, nutcrackers, and toys. After a bit of searching, we finally settled on a booth.

"Oh my gosh! This one would go perfectly on the tree! Don't you think?" Ashanti picks up an ornament that is covered in pink sparkles and shimmers. Michael and I grin at her, nodding in agreement.

"It really screams Ashanti," I comment and she takes it to the vendor to buy. I look around for a bit, wondering what I should get.

Michael picks out a small carved wooden reindeer from the section and I settle on a mini clay Santa Claus. I look back over at Ashanti and see her holding a star ornament made out of gold wires and encrusted with gems. I raise an eyebrow at her.

"I thought you wanted the other ornament?" I ask with a snicker. She simply smirks.

"I know, but this one is just speaking to me right now. I have to get it."

"Well, I gotta admit, it does look pretty festive," Michael adds, nodding his head. Ashanti smiles proudly.

"See, Michael likes it." She playfully sticks her tongue at me and I laugh.

"Don't worry, I like it as well." I look at my Santa Claus ornament and head over to buy it from the vendor. We take our pictures with the ornaments and place them in our wagon.

"Alright, that's three down, we're making good progress," Michael says as we start to walk again. He looks at the list and smiles. "I like this next one." Ashanti and I both look at his sheet to see what he's pointing to. It says "Find a mistletoe and take a group photo underneath it." Ashanti immediately lights up.

"Oh! I remember where they sell those!" She says, grabbing Michael's hand enthusiastically and pulling him in the direction of the booth. I sigh, shaking my head as I grab the wagon and follow behind them.

When I finally catch up, I see them standing in front of a charming mistletoe display near a Christmas tree vendor.

"Naomi, you hold the mistletoe, and Michael and I will kiss, okay?" She suggests and I raise my eyebrows at her. She's being bold today. Michael chuckles nervously and takes the mistletoe from Ashanti.

"How about you both hold the mistletoe and you both kiss one of my cheeks while I take the photo? That'll be a good picture for sure." He holding the mistletoe out to us. I exchange a playful glance with Ashanti, who seems to be more interested in being near Michael than holiday fun. Nevertheless, we gather beneath the mistletoe and we lean in to kiss his cheeks. Michael makes a silly face and snaps the photo. The result is a cute selfie that really captures the fun that we are having.

Over the next hour, we get pictures with a holiday elf, a gingerbread house, and even a guy with an ugly Christmas sweater. Ashanti keeps trying to cling to Michael, but he always seems uninterested in her. Instead, he makes sure to include me in the fun and we all have a good time hunting for the items off of the list.

"Dang, it's already 3:00," Michael tells us, checking his watch.

"And we've only got 9 things marked off the list." I sigh and Ashanti groans loudly.

"Ugh, this is taking forever!" She whines, dropping her shoulders.

"Well, this next one should be great, then. We need to take a pic drinking some hot chocolate. We can rest a bit there." I suggest. Michael smiles at the idea.

"Sounds good to me." He says and Ashanti nods as well.

"Oh, yes! It'll be the perfect pic to post on my story." She says, completely forgetting about the scavenger hunt and walking ahead of us. Michael walks beside me, breathing a sigh of relief.

"What, do you miss your little girlfriend?" I ask, teasingly. Michael rolls his eyes playfully and shakes his head.

"Don't even get me started on her." He replies, shaking his head as he laughs. "She's very determined, I'll give her that. But can I breathe?" He shudders and I laugh.

"Well, I guess that's the price of being a famous actor, Mr. Jordan," I smirk at him and he raises his eyebrows.

"So, it's like that then?" He questions, faking a look of hurt.

"Oh yeah, especially after today," I reply with a nod. Michael smiles mischievously at me and puts his arm around my shoulders.

"Aw, are you upset because Shanti keeps stealing me away from you, Ms. Samuels?" His voice is low as he leans into my ear and I find myself blushing again. I ignore the feeling of butterflies as I wrap my arm around his waist, looking up at him.

"Oh yeah, I'm so jealous, right now. I just want you all to myself." Sarcasm drips off my voice as our back-and-forth banter causes us both to burst out laughing.

"If I'm honest, I feel less pressured when I'm around you," Michael admits. "Most people treat me like I'm royalty or something, or they just see me as a celebrity. But I don't feel that with you. I feel like I'm just some regular guy and like you actually genuinely like me."

"Well, I do genuinely like you. You're more than just an actor and I think you deserve to be treated like a human being." I smile at him, leaning my head on his shoulder. Michael gently rubs my arm and gives me a reassuring smile.

"Thanks. I'd be lying if I didn't say that I genuinely like you, too," He whispers, playfully nudging me as we continue to walk. We catch up to Ashanti at the booth, where she's sitting on a stool posing for selfies with her mug. I sit next to her and Michael sits beside me, causing her to glance over at us.

"It's about time you two came over. Here, Naomi. Take some pics for me." She shoves her phone into my hand and I sigh, holding it up for her as she does various poses. Michael chuckles and starts ordering drinks from the vendor. When Ashanti finishes, she snatches her phone back to look at the results.

"You're welcome," I mutter under my breath. Michael slides a mug of hot chocolate towards me and I accept it graciously. "Thanks, Michael," I say, appreciating the gesture.

"Of course, here." He says, taking his Polaroid and standing it up against one of the menu stands. He sets the timer on the camera and leans close to me, flashing a smile and holding his mug up. I do the same and the camera flashes, printing out the photo. We clink our mugs together as the photo develops and begin to sip the hot chocolate.

Ashanti, noticing us clink our drinks together, seems upset again and pouts, glancing over at me before turning back towards Michael. We make eye contact and I give her a smile because I'm in a good mood and not about to be a killjoy. She ignores my attempt to be kind, though, as expected.

After finishing our hot chocolate, Michael stands up and picks up his camera. "All right, it's about time we get out of here. We're halfway through our list. Team, what items do we still have left?" I pull out my list and scan over it.

"Next one says to find a gift for someone in the family and have it gift-wrapped," I reply, before looking up and seeing the others. Teresa, James, and Dan stroll over all grinning at us.

"Well, well, well. Look who it is." Daniel gives us a smug smirk as they walk over.

"What's the smug look for?" I step up to him and cross my arms and he does the same.

"Oh, nothing, just worried you might go hungry when we eat all those cookies in your faces." He responds and we both glare at each other jokingly before breaking out into laughter.

"You two are something else." Teresa shakes her head.

"Don't act like you're not just as competitive, Teresa. I still have back pain from playing musical chairs with you." Dan retorts, rubbing his lower back. Michael leans over to whisper in my ear.

"Remind me never to play musical chairs with her." He says and I nudge his shoulder playfully.

"Have y'all gotten to the snowman one yet?" James asks and we all shake our heads. "Perfect, how about a contest, then?"

"A snowman-building contest?" Ashanti gives him a look of confusion.

"Yeah, each team makes the best snowman they can think of," Teresa adds.

"What does the winning team get?" Michael inquires.

"Nothing, it's just for fun."

"Oh, no, I don't do these types of things for 'fun'. There's gotta be something at stake." Ashanti says, tapping her foot.

"How about the loser has to knock down their snowman and take their photo with the remains," I suggest with a mischievous smile on my face.

"I like the sound of that." Dan nods.

"Let's do it!" Teresa shouts and we all head over to a wide patch of snow. The teams huddle to discuss our strategies and then take a couple minutes to gather any items we need.

"How about we make a fashion icon snowman?" Ashanti suggests.

"No, it's got to be something outside of the box. Something no one would think of." Michael replies, tapping his chin as he thinks. I smile once an idea comes to me.

"What about an upside-down snowman?" I look at their faces to see their reaction. "Who is also a fashion icon," I add and they both slowly smile.

"I've gotta admit, that is pretty outside the box. Let's go get the stuff!" Ashanti says and we hurry to find supplies. The snowman building begins and we enthusiastically make a snowman with its head buried in the snow, making sure that the other team doesn't see what we're doing. Michael, Ashanti, and I work together to create the perfect snowman, laughing as we give it quirky accessories and make it stand out.

Daniel's team reveals their snowman to be a gentleman with a top hat and a scarf, seemingly scrolling on a phone that happens to belong to James. We all get a kick out of it, but I know that ours is the one that's really gonna blow them away. We bring them over to our snowman and they immediately start laughing, enjoying how we put boots on top of the snowman for its feet.

"Wow! Okay, I think it's obvious that's the winner right there." James says in surprise.

"What can I say? We've just got that creative touch." I say, putting my elbow on the snowman. Unfortunately, it wasn't packed together sturdy enough and my added weight caused it to crumble and me to fall on top of it.

"Naomi!" Ashanti shouts, annoyed that I ruined the snowman. Michael rushes over to help me up as Dan, Teresa, and James all laugh at the sight. Michael is laughing a bit too, but he makes sure I'm okay and pulls me to my feet. I brush snow off my bottom and chuckle at my clumsiness.

"Oh shit, I didn't mean for that to happen." I rub my neck sheepishly and look over at Ashanti, who looks livid. "You okay, Ashanti?"

To Be Continued...

#fluff #christmas #noirsfantasy #12 days of christmas #black reader #michael b jordan #black actors #black men #black romance #black writers #black fem reader #black oc #michael b jordan x reader

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stuckinthewrongworld · 11 months

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@the-east-art took the challenge and smashed it! She designed my Demon Slayer OC and did cute little arts of the breathing styles like examples I found on Pinterest. I came up with the 10th breathing style, but the rest were from the Demon Slayer Fan Wiki.

Meet Yamagawa Kiyuki, the Snow Hashira. Kiyuki's family resided in the mountains near a small town and were fisherman by trade. She had a rough childhood, as her parents did not get along, so there was a lot of fighting. Kiyuki's younger brother was treated well, as he was set up to take over the fishing trade. Meanwhile, Kiyuki started to become treated like a burden.

Kiyuki was born during a terrible snow storm and was born with white in her hair and ice blue eyes. Her parents thought she was touched by some sort of snow kami. However, as she got older, suitors did not want to take her, as they looked at it more as a curse. So Kiyuki's parents were burdened with her being in their home longer than expected.

One day, Kiyuki's father and brother did not return from a trip to the market to sell that days haul. Kiyuki's mother went to look for them, but she never returned either. Kiyuki set out to locate her family and in doing so, found her mother on the brink of death. Her mother was able to mutter out the Kiyuki's father and brother were being devoured by a beast that turned on her. Kiyuki's mother blamed Kiyuki, saying she was cursed, then died.

Never getting a chance to learn the fishing trade because she was a girl, Kiyuki struggled to make ends meet. One day she runs into some demon slayers and explains her situation. Kiyuki no longer wants to feel helpless and they direct her to Master Urokodaki, since water breathing is one of the easier techniques to learn. Kiyuki locates Master Urokodaki and he trains her in Water Breathing, but she doesn't quite pick up on it.

Master Urokodaki contacts his old student, the current Water Hashira, Tomioka Giyuu, and asks him to take Kiyuki on as his tsuguko, which he reluctantly does. Under Giyuu's training, Kiyuki creates her own breathing technique in the form of Snow Breathing, which is heavily influenced by Water Breathing, but altered in a way that makes it easier for Kiyuki to perform. Kiyuki even is able to create her own version of Giyuu's Water Breathing Eleventh Form which she calls Crystalline Silence.

Snow Breathing First Form: Ice Breaker

Snow Breathing Second Form: Ice Wheel

Snow Breathing Third Form: Snow Drift

Snow Breathing Fourth Form: Roaring Frost

Snow Breathing Fifth Form: Hibernation

Snow Breathing Sixth Form: Blizzard

Snow Breathing Seventh Form: Freezing Wind, Piercing Cold

Snow Breathing Eight Form: Icicle Rain

Snow Breathing Nineth Form: Dancing on Thin Ice

Snow Breathing Tenth Form: Crystalline Silence

#demon slayer #demon slayer oc #oc #snow hashira #hashira #snow pillar #snow breathing #water breathing #kimetsu no yaiba #kimetsu no yaiba oc #kny oc

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do vuo and specky have character and stand info somewhere? kinda curious

[ To preface: while Specchio Mediano is my OC, Vuotela Trenne was moreso created between myself and my partner! In the future, I may lay out a more filled-out profile for Vuo... but for now, let's talk Specchio. ]

Lots of reading under the cut! But here's a little character sheet. :)

Specchio Mediano...

Is not your typical gangster - sure, most folks would make that claim... but seriously, he does not belong in this line of work. Specchio is a timid, anxiety-ridden young man who rarely comes out of his shell. The only driving force behind him is that of his loyalty and dedication to those he considers his found family - the members of Squadra Guardie del corpo, or Team Bucciarati. Though he does end up opening up thanks to the antics of his more outgoing teammates - namely Guido Mista or Narancia Ghirga - he would mostly keep to himself and only really acknowledge the presence of their leader, Bruno Bucciarati.

Unbeknownst to anyone besides Specchio himself at the time, he and Bucciarati had a shared history - a brief encounter shared on the night Specchio lost both of his parents to an arson attack instigated by infighting amongst low-ranking Passione soldati. The way the wall before him opened up as if it were merely curtains being parted was an image he couldn't scrub from his head from the longest time. And when he paid off a private investigator to locate the one who saved his life when he was so young, he was directed to the now-capo of the Napoli territory.

The reason Specchio was so determined to find this man was because it was his first and only encounter with another stand user for the longest time. He had spent his adolescence afflicted with the mysterious power of his own stand without anyone to help him understand it, as the aura of his untamed ability made him difficult to approach by non-stand users. After clawing his way out of this unsociable and unhappy childhood, he took it upon himself to find someone who could explain this power to him... and because the only time he had ever seen a power like this was from that fateful night, he knew that whoever had been present there would have the answers.

Thus, he found the capo, and pleaded with him to explain the strange ability. Given that Passione (in this timeline, at least) was more stable, he was more than happy to assist the troubled youth... and once he saw the potential Hemispheres held, he welcomed him onto their team.

... and Hemispheres.

While not a particularly strong stand in physical combat, the passive and active abilities it does hold were beneficial for the illicit side of work. That being, Specchio could shoplift from and infiltrate into practically any area that was uninhabited by stand users - meaning he could get away with it in the general public.

Before properly "taming" Hemispheres, so to speak, only its passive ability was really available to Specchio. It was as if a veil was cast over him - not that he was necessarily invisible, but moreso that he radiated an aura that made him difficult to approach by anyone without a stand. Most eyes didn't look in his direction - which was good for a young boy who didn't want to be found, but also terrible for his interpersonal skills later on down the line.

Once he had gained control over Hemispheres, though, he could now create reflective surfaces at will, which worked like illusions against stand users. He could make missing limbs appear like they were still there by reflecting the body, which was quite helpful when used in tandem with Bucciarati's Sticky Fingers.

And even if its physical prowess was no more than that of the average mafioso, being touched by Hemispheres may leave one disoriented, as it will swap the hemispheres of the brain (or at least, their perception), making one's lefts become their rights, or their ups their downs. It can even make them feel as if Specchio's presence is right behind them - which could be true, if the one standing before you is nothing but a reflection...

But, Hemispheres tactical ability is easily overpowered by anyone skilled in CQC, as it is only physically capable of emerging from Specchio's back, meaning its range is actually quite short. Not only that, but the reflective barriers can be broken.

Hemispheres has two more abilities, such as its "resolve mode" and the ability awoken by the combined presence of Genesis' strings of fate and the gold stand arrow.

... but that isn't part of his base ability.

Additional Character Information:

[History]

Following the attack on Specchio's childhood home, he was left orphaned. Both his mother and father had perished in the fire that he only survived by what he believed to be dumb luck. He was hospitalized for a few weeks of his life, receiving the occasional letters marked with a stamp of an octopus - the only hint he had to the benevolent group paying for both his hospital stay, and reaching out to notify a next-of-kin. Once he had made his full recovery, he was sent to stay with his great-aunt Miele Mattani near the Catanzaro province of Calabria.

Even though this was his imposed "second chance" at life, it was anything but happy. Specchio, at the time, was known to his aunt as Seada Mediano... his birth name. He didn't realize at this very moment who he wanted to be, but he knew the lifestyle that Miele was pushing him towards wasn't one he was ready to accept. Not only that, but he had found himself plagued by strange visions and hallucinations ever since that fateful night that he had lost his parents. When he voiced these concerns, it was often brushed off as a form of trauma related to the incident; but Specchio knew it was something much more, something that felt more tangible.

In his free time, he kept to himself, studying any books on human psychology and physiology he could get his hands on. If no one would tell him what he was dealing with, he'd try to find it himself. It was around the age of fourteen that he found at least one answer - but not the one he was looking for: instead, he found himself. This, of course, did not go over well with his aunt given that she was more of a pious and by-the-book elder, so to speak. The misery in his life only grew given he was essentially caged, struggling with interpersonal relationships and feeling held back by the family he was forced into.

So he escaped. At the age of sixteen, Saeda Mediano was declared missing by Miele Mattani in the fall of 1998. But Saeda wasn't who Miele or the authorities should've been looking for.

That boy was Specchio, now.

[Modern Specchio]

Specchio, while independent now, had struggled to truly find his footing in society. Being homeless at his age wasn't the most ideal thing, but it was around this time Specchio found benefit in this mysterious aura lying in wait within him. Due to whatever ability this was, he had an easy time getting around most security, creating a penchant to shoplift whatever he needed, and sleep wherever he so desired. It was as if a veil was cast over him... and despite how this had always affected his socializing - he thankfully never needed to be social, he just needed to survive.

The boy was mature enough to understand that he still needed to learn, so he hung around universities in his travels and snuck into the back of classes in order to "attend" and listen in on lectures, which helped him to develop a fondness for things such as history and art. But the answers he sought were all the way back home in Napoli: he still needed to understand this ability, and part of him believed that going back to the place where this all began would provide. Regardless, he couldn't do this alone, and once he was close enough to home he attempted befriending local students by offering to steal alcohol for them (which was quite a hit!).

But this was the beginning of his downfall, as his first exposure to truly interacting with others created a level of fear in him - an anxiety that he barely had any control over. While getting to know the city life and even some of the more illicit undergounds - such as where he was able to get a tattoo and even some affirming care while circumventing the legal aspects of doing so - Specchio had made one unfortunate error. That was, putting his trust into the hands of friendships purchased by stolen goods... particularly, alcohol.

The night he made the attempt to return to the grounds of his former home, everyone was rather drunk, which only heightened tensions. His associates were playing around, roughhousing and the sorts, as a very tense Specchio attempted to approach what remained. Everything was already a blur to him, so when he caught a glimpse of flickering flames once again in an atmosphere already wrought with awful memories, something snapped. When he came to, he found that one of his mates was simply offering him a smoke to ease his nerves - but that same boy was now beaten, cowering on the ground. These weren't the answers he needed at all, but it did give him a confirmation: the blood wasn't on his hands, but rather, something that had emerged from him. When he looked around to try and find the others, he could only see his own reflection.

This mysterious ability had gone out of control.

The desperation Specchio felt upon realizing that this ability could be uncontrollably violent put him on his last leg. He used the remaining amount of savings he had to pay off a private investigator in order to find the identities of anyone who was present the night of that fire, knowing that he would be able to find the holder of the only other stand ability he had witnessed to that day: a zipper that had appeared on the walls of the building, opening an escape for him to crawl out from.

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Surprise! Decided to create new KNY OCs because I like the concept of an ice and snow pillar! If you want to know more about them, you can read under the cut~! Merry Christmas~! ❄✨

Rin Kiyomizu

Kanji: 清水凛

Romaji: Kiyomizu Rin

Characteristics Race: Human Gender: Female Age: 24 Height: 6’4” Weight: 195 lb Birthday: February 2 (Aquarius) Hair Color: Dark blue, medium blue, pale blue Eye Color: Grey-Blue

Affiliation

Affiliation: Demon Slayer Corps

Occupation:

Demon Slayer

Ice Hashira

Combat Style: Ice Breathing

Personal Status Status: Alive Relative(s): Nobu Shimizu (Father) Fuyuko Shimizu (Mother) Yukito Shimizu (Younger Brother)

Personality: Rin is rebellious and doesn’t like to be restricted by rules and social constructs. While Rin believes that traditions will only hold you back from reaching your true potential, this also makes her open-minded to other ideologies or cultures which may explain her interest in western cultures. She may have developed this unorthodox attitude when she was constantly criticized for her abnormal strength, huge physique, and not meeting social expectations.

Due to losing her parents at a young age, Rin felt responsible to protect her younger brother, Yukito, and fill in a leadership role to survive. Doing whatever it took to ensure their survival, Rin learned how to hunt, steal, and do miscellaneous tasks to earn money. These experiences made Rin to be very resourceful and self-reliant as a result. Rin is able to adapt to any situation due to facing unpredictable living conditions and external issues. Having spent most of her childhood raising and protecting Yukito by herself, Rin can be very smothering and overprotective over him.

Rin can also be very blunt in her observation of others and events. She believes that one should not hold themselves back and be true to how they feel. Rin would be very vocal about her displeasures or praises towards others. This straightforward personality would sometimes cause conflict with others, but Rin stays unapologetic about speaking her mind. She prefers others to be honest with their thoughts as well and does not react negatively if someone is being honest or standing up for themselves. In fact, she’d encourage such rebellious spirit. She is also shown to be very observant and perceptive of how others really feel. Because she is older than most of the other demon slayers, she wants to be seen as an older sister figure.

Trivia:

Rin’s surname contains the reading of the kanji for “pure” (清 kiyo) and “water” (水 mizu). Her first name contains the reading of the kanji for “cold” (凛 rin).

Rin uses brass knuckles as her weapon of choice.

Rin is very interested in western and other international cultures.

Rin's hair is said to be the way it is because her mother spent too long outside in the cold during the winter when she was pregnant with Rin. Rin possibly got her high tolerance towards cold temperatures because of her mother.

Rin's mentor was Urokodaki. She derived her Ice breathing from Water breathing.

She likes to eat western food with Mitsuri.

Rin viewed the other hashiras as follows.

“He’s very childish, but I’ll do everything in my power to make sure he’s safe. He takes things too lightly, but his optimism can be comforting.” - Snow Hashira

“She’s very tiny, but capable. I frequently visit her to patch my wounds up. She forces herself to smile too much.” - Insect Hashira

“This kid spaces out too much, but at least he pulls his weight. He’s like my younger brother if he was more talented and indifferent.” - Mist Hashira

“I like his individualistic spirit. His ego is too much, but he brings in the fun. I like his style as well.” - Sound Hashira

“He’s dependable and energetic. I feel like his bright personality is too much to be authentic. He’s a good guy though.” - Flame Hashira

“We clash a lot. He cares for the rules too much. He acts nicer when Mitsuri is with him. It’s kind of cute.” - Serpent Hashira

“He’s amazing and strong. He is like an older brother I wish I had. Gets too emotional over little things.” - Stone Hashira

“He is too quiet and doesn’t know how to socialize. He seems to mean well though. Can’t help but root for the guy.” - Water Hashira

“She’s very cute and upbeat. She should be more confident in herself. She’s like a little sister to me.” - Love Hashira

“He’s wild and short-tempered. I like how he doesn’t sugar coat his words, but I hate how he treats his younger brother.” - Wind Hashira

She is described as a tiger by Muichirou.

Rin’s level of openness was ranked as 100%.

In the demon corp, many are split whether they like Rin or not. On one hand, Rin’s brutal honesty can hurt a lot of people’s feelings and make them uncomfortable, but on the other hand, Rin would provide a space where anyone can voice their opinions and not be punished for it. It can be very relieving not holding back around Rin for many corp members.

In Kimetsu Academy, she would be an English teacher.

Yukito Kiyomizu

Kanji: 清水雪兎

Romaji: Kiyomizu Yukito

Characteristics Race: Human Gender: Male Age: 22 Height: 5’8” Weight: 121 lb Birthday: November 24 (Sagittarius) Hair Color: Dark blue, medium blue, pale blue Eye Color: Light blue

Affiliation

Affiliation: Demon Slayer Corps

Occupation:

Demon Slayer

Snow Hashira

Combat Style: Snow Breathing

Personal Status Status: Alive Relative(s): Nobu Shimizu (Father) Fuyuko Shimizu (Mother) Rin Shimizu (Older Sister)

Personality: Yukito is a gentle, mild-mannered, and passive individual. Yukito is more light-hearted in comparison to his older sister, who is a lot more stern. Preferring things to be more high-spirited, Yukito likes to joke around to brighten the mood and calm others down when he senses their anxiety or anger. Even during the most tense situation, he can be seen making light of the circumstance and keeping a clear head.

Yukito’s optimism can be seen as his greatest strength, not letting anything get him down for too long. Though this can be seen as being excessive as he prefers not to acknowledge the harsh parts of reality. This might be his way to cope and a trait that he views as a way to help Rin. Having been raised under the wing of Rin after their parents' death, Yukito acknowledged how hard Rin was working to protect him and saw his optimism as a way to help comfort Rin in his own way. It was through his positive attitude that Rin saw her sacrifices as more bearable. However, his blind optimism can be grating to others like Sanemi and Obanai.

Having an active imagination is another quirk of Yukito since he tends to space out and imagine wacky situations involving his peers. His imaginations can be borderline childish, but also humorous. It was because of this that he connected well with children. Yukito loves to play with kids, seeing them as pure beings whose innocence must be protected at all cost. He can be seen giving kids snacks and toys.

Trivia:

Yukito’s surname contains the reading of the kanji for “pure” (清 kiyo) and “water” (水 mizu). His first name contains the reading of the kanji for “snow” (雪 yuki) and “rabbit” (兎 to).

Yukito uses a normal Nichirin Katana.

Yukito loves going on walks.

Yukito's hair is said to be the way it is because of his mother's love for winter. Even before she was pregnant with Yukito, she would embrace the cold breeze during her free time. Yukito possibly got his high tolerance towards cold temperatures because of his mother.

Yukito’s mentor was Urokodaki. He derived his Snow breathing from Water breathing.

He likes to give Muichirou snacks and toys.

Yukito viewed the other hashiras as follows.

“She’s a great older sister. I like to follow her lead because she always knows what’s best, but I hope to carry the load too.” - Ice Hashira

“She’s very pretty and smart. She’s pleasant to talk to. I like to visit the butterfly estate to check on her and the others.” - Insect Hashira

“He is very cute! I like to spoil him because he is still a kid!” - Mist Hashira

“He’s so bold and loud. He’s always entertaining to watch. I want to be carried by him.” - Sound Hashira

“I like him a lot! He’s very warm and inviting. His eyes are so big and bright.” - Flame Hashira

“He said he doesn’t like me, but I’m sure he didn’t mean it! He’s fun to tease. He has pretty eyes.” - Serpent Hashira

“I want to know what it’s like to be hugged by him. He’s comforting and sweet! I heard he’s great with kids!” - Stone Hashira

“He’s so mysterious. I like to try and guess what he’s thinking. It’s like a fun game.” - Water Hashira

“I like to hang out with her! She keeps things light-hearted, which I prefer! She can be so silly.” - Love Hashira

“He’s like my older sister if she was more violent and has no eyebrows. I bet he’s soft on the inside! Really strong!” - Wind Hashira

He is described as a rabbit by Muichirou.

Yukito's level of openness was ranked as 90%.

In the demon corp, people can see Yukito’s optimism as a blessing and a curse. Some members think that it’s charming while others think it’s very inappropriate in certain situations. However, Yukito’s bond with children makes his reputation relatively positive overall.

In the Kimetsu Academy universe, he is a preschool teacher at another institution.

#kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #demon slayer oc #kny oc #kny #my art #art #I've always thought an ice and snow pillar was an interesting concept #I have a friend who has an ice and snow pillar OC and wanted to do my own take on it!#Went more indepth in their bio!#Kind of lmao

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In between breaths

Notes: This was written with my OC in mind, but I tried to keep it as neutral as possible. GN! Reader x SingleDad! Ghost. “Mom” used as a role, not a gender thing. Kinda rushed end because Writer's Block was about to hit me. I put SMYL's "You knew it was me" EP and let my mind go wild.

I had met Simon Riley when we were children. A fateful Christmas, I had traveled with my family to enjoy the holidays in my uncle’s place. I was 12 years old, and it was my first Christmas knowing Santa wasn’t real. In hindsight, I’m glad I knew. If I hadn’t maybe Simon and I wouldn’t have become as close as we did. Midnight had arrives and the fireworks were roaring. I stood in the middle of the field behind my uncle’s yard until I saw a boy standing not too far. He was watching the fireworks, but he had a sad expression on his face. I decided to approach him to ask him why he was sad. That boy, I later learned, was named Simon and he was 8 years old. He explained to me that Santa hadn’t arrived in his home. I’ll never get over what I did, I can’t even remember how exactly it happened, but I put on a face, as if I was deep in thought. After a second I raised a finger, declaring: “Santa didn’t forget about you, he just got confused with the address. I was wondering whose the extra presents under my tree were for. Wait right here, I’ll go bring them for you”. I’ll never stop being grateful to my quick-wit. A teddy bear and a football, part of my presents which I just gave up for the younger boy to have. A teddy bear and a football changed the entire trajectory of my life.

Now, I’m 26 years old and I am in college, studying medicine. Simon and I remained friends throughout of childhood and teenage years. For more than a decade, we were there for each other. I helped him deal with his pain in a healthier way, to open up, even if only a little. We were very close until I had to move away for college. Now it’s been three years since we last saw each other. My studies kept me away for too long and my mental health was begging me for a break, so I decided to spend the summer back at home, and maybe, just maybe, see Simon once again. I wondered how he must have been all these years. He would be 22, and a half, as he always felt the need to remark. I wondered if he had found a partner, a job, something to study. What had been of him all these years?

Whatever I had hoped to find surely wasn’t anything like the scene before me. After arriving to our town, I saw Simon’s mom running errands in the market, pushing a baby stroller. I approached to say hello and catch up, and she introduced me to the little boy on the stroller. His name was Ken, and he was Simon’s son. The little boy was holding the same teddy bear I had given Simon 14 years before. I guess my shock must have been very apparent because she rushed to explain. Turns out, during a one night stand, Simon’s protection broke, resulting in the sleeping toddler on the carriage. She explained that his mother didn’t want to be involved in his life, so she left, and that Simon had been raising him on his own. Simon’s mom helped whenever she could, but with her other son in rehab, it had become very hard for her. The story broke my heart, not only because of the idea of his mother abandoning the little ray of sun that slept peacefully in his stroller, but the idea of Simon, who I know had no idea of how to be a father, doing it all on his own.

The moment I could finally catch Simon and speak with him, it seemed as if those three years apart meant nothing, as if no time had passed between us. I asked why he never told me, why he never asked me for help. He said the obvious excuse, “You were busy with school”, “I didn’t want to worry you”, etc. He introduced me to Ken and I decided to take a semester off to help him a little with the day to day, to see if I could help him grow confident in his parenting. By accident, I found out, Simon had ended up spoiling his son a little. The little boy had no idea how to regulate his emotions and Simon was definitely not a great example. Si wasn’t abusive at all, that’s the only thing he knew, never to put his hands on his kid, like his father had done; but he had no idea on how to properly calm down a child. It took time and patience, but with time I was able to see the growth of both Simon and Ken.

One day, after a long day at work, Simon had arrived home tired and stressed. He entered the kitchen, where I was, keeping an eye on dinner. Ken was peacefully sleeping on my arms; poor angel was exhausted after a long day. My best friend made his way towards me and pressed his forehead against my shoulder.

-Rough day today, huh?

-Terrible one.

-I think I know of something that’ll cheer you up a bit.

I pointed at the kitchen table, where a sheet of paper laid, surrounded by crayons. The paper said “My Hero” and under it was a drawing of Simon holding Ken. When Simon grabbed it, a tired smile crept up to his lips before he turned around to plant a kiss on the little sleeping toddler on my arms.

-He also did his homework before I even told him anything.

-Homework? He is barely three.

-His homework is drawing with crayons, not calculus, Si. It’s only so he can learn the habit and it’s easier for him to keep it going when he grows up.

I giggled, shaking my head. I saw his open arms, silently asking me to hold his kid. I handed him the sleeping child, who tossed a little as I did.

-Why was he sleeping on your arms?

-Poor baby was tired, but he wanted to stay with me, so I offered holding him. When he fell asleep, I tried to put him down on his bed, but he’d always wake up fuzzy about it.

-He really loves being around you. He got that from me.

-I suppose he did.

Simon sat down on one of the chairs around the kitchen table, hugging his son and feeling the tension and stress of the day melt off.

-Coming home to you two feels like a dream. Your presence and Ken’s hugs make a shitty day really feel like nothing more than a bad dream. Your presence really helped us. It helped me. Thank you.

-I want to be able to be here for you, Si. Not only now, but every time. You are one of the most important people to me, and I would’ve loved to be here since the start.

-I’m sorry I never told you.

-I understand why you did it, though.

The evening passed by, Ken woke up and started to talk to his father about his day, Simon shared the sweet moment with his child and I finished making dinner. We all sat down to eat, we talked and laughed, and by the end, as he cleaned his mouth with a napkin, Ken said in that bubbly voice of his

-Thank you mama.

Simon and I were shocked. He almost choked on the drink on his glass, and I almost dropped the plates I had gathered. Simon was the first to come out of our shock.

-What did you say, buddy?

-Thank you mama.

In his innocence, Ken hadn’t notice the confusion and shock in his father’s voice. I didn’t want the boy to think he did something wrong, so I quickly answered

-You are welcomed, Kenny.

Simon and I both tried to keep our cool. We cleaned up the dishes, tidied up and took Ken to bed. We tucked him in like we always did and then Simon dared to ask the toddler.

-Hey little man, I need to ask you something. Why did you call them mama earlier?

-Because they are mama shaped. They are nice and good and care for me. Like a mama.

I could barely contain the tears building up on the corners of my eyes. The little baby boy I had come to love as my own also considered me as his own. I was speechless. I could only hug him a little tighter and kiss his chubby little cheeks before saying goodnight. After we put the boy down to sleep, Simon and I sat down to talk about what had happened. Before he could even get a world in, I decided to talk.

-If you don’t feel comfortable with Kenny calling me mama, I’ll talk to him about it. I’ll let him know I’m only your friend and everything, It’s okay-

Before I could continue rambling, Simon grabbed my face between his hands.

-Stop, stop. Quit overthinking for a second and listen.

I locked my gaze with those beautiful big brown eyes of his, instantly stopping to listen to him.

-Look… I noticed the tears that built up on your eyes when Ken called you like that. I know you, and I know how much this means to you. And honestly? It means a lot for me too. My son sees you as his mama, and I’d give anything for this beautiful relationship between you two to keep this pureness. In his eyes and in mine, you are the only mama he’s ever known. If you feel comfortable with him calling you that way, I would be so happy…

I couldn’t help myself. I could only interrupt him with a hug, pulling him so close to my body, as if afraid he might change his mind if I let go.

-I’d love to. I want to be here for both of you. You are so important to me; I can’t imagine a life without both of you in it. I want to keep being Kenny’s mama. I want to take care of him, to love him and to love you.

The last few words came out as a surprise to both of us. I hoped he hadn’t heard or that he’d think nothing of it, but as he pulled me away to look into my eyes, I could see the shock on his eyes.

-You mean that? You actually feel like that? I’m not dreaming, am I?

Sheepishly, I nodded. I couldn’t let the words out, but there was no turning back now. I wanted to look up, to see his reaction, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. What if he changed his mind about me being around his son? What if I just fucked up our friendship? What if…? Before my mind could go any further down the rabbit hole, his fingers found my chin, making me look up into his eyes.

-You really love me? Despite having seen the ugly side of me? Despite how hard I was all throughout our teenage years? Despite the fact I made myself unreachable for three years because I was ashamed of not knowing what the hell I was doing? You love me?

His voice carried the disbelief I knew he always held when someone showed him love like this. He thought himself undeserving, and it crushed my soul. I thought to myself, “What the hell, he already knows, might as well show him how serious I am”, before leaning in and kissing his lips. I wanted to leave no doubt on his mind. I wanted him to understand. To my surprise, he pulled me closer, kissing me back as I melted in his embrace. After a couple of seconds, we pulled away from each other to look into the other’s eyes. We didn’t have to say much, guided by the feeling of each other’s arms, lips, smiles. It flowed like natural, it felt correct, and any doubt dissipated between kisses and I love you’s. We just cuddled on the couch, feeling the weight lifting from our shoulders, as we hugged, kissed, talked and laughed.

I was glad he didn’t have to work in the morning, because neither of us wanted to let go…

#gn reader #cod x reader #cod mw x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley x you #simon riley x reader #cod fluff #call of duty fanfiction #call of duty x reader

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OC POST

GUESS WHAT IM GONNA TALK ABOUT THESE TWO IDIOTS

im not gonna infodump too much yet if u want u can read if not u can skip that's ok

SO PERSONALITIES

august is a 20 y.o. cat dude. he's a very nice, kind-hearted & gentle person, always caring about everyone around him. he always prioritizes others' needs over his own. august is very protective of his loved ones, especially his lil sis maria, who he's been looking after since childhood

even tho he's a nice guy he can still be tough when needed. he's capable of standing up for himself & his loved ones

august believes that his needs aren't as important as everyone else's. he sacrifices his own time, energy & mental health to meet others' expectations. he's essentially a therapist friend. august doesn't like talking about his problems with others, only doing it rarely with maria or gloria (his other sister)

maria is a 14 y.o. robot girl resembling a dog. she's basically a polar opposite of august. she's a mean & edgy teen who thinks she's cooler than everyone else. she know she's a robot who can't get hurt (or even die) so that makes her think she's automatically better than other people

maria carries around a crowbar for intimidation & "looking badass". even tho she wishes she could fight someone with it, august told her to only use it as a last resort if something happens

maria still has a softer side, even tho she doesn't want to admit it. she likes spending time with her friends & cares deeply about them. she's extremely loyal to her loved ones (especially august) & would do almost anything for them

now the dynamic between these two

august & maria had a pretty rough childhood (which im not explaining here) & had to look after each other all the time, so their bond is very very strong

they do have this type of siblings dynamic where they sometimes bully, insult or piss off each other for fun, but they still deeply love each other & are able to stand up for each other

they have one shared interest in astronomy & they like talking about it with each other. & because of that they wear matching star necklaces

august is super protective towards maria. even tho he knows she can't get hurt (at least she can't feel pain), he's become so emotionally attached to her over the years that he can't bear a thought of something happening to her. maria is his number one priority & he always makes sure to check up on her

maria is very loyal to august as she listens to him the most. she always does anything he tells her to (or at least tries). tho she struggles with meeting august's expectation of being a bit nicer to people. nevertheless, august is maria's everything

also btw these two speak russian as their first language. just thought i'd mention

i think that's everything for now THIS TOOK ME LIKE AN HOUR TO WRITE IM REALLY BAD AT EXPRESSING MY THOUGHTS THROUGH WRITING i hope nothing was confusing here

#ocs #oc #long post #writing is not for me lmao

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tip-top-cloud-surfer · 1 year

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The Benjamin Effect - Rooster

Pairing: Rooster / Fem!OC (Kate Benjamin-Mitchell)

Length: 3.2k

Warnings: (Childhood) Enemies to Lovers; Mentions of Goose and Carole; Angst; Feelings of Abandonment; Tension; Strained Relationships; Daddy Issues; Questionable Decisions; Age-Gap (about eight years), but Everyone is Very Much Adult; Female OC with Physical Description

This work, all of my other works, and my entire blog are 18+ Only.

Summary: With Maverick and Penny's wedding drawing closer, Rooster is called upon to convince Maverick and Penny's first daughter, Kate, to come around to the idea. Of course, Rooster and Kate have their own history to work through and Kate is definitely not going to make it easy for him.

Note: Amelia is Maverick's biological daughter in this too. Kate is about eight years younger than Rooster, but is very much an adult. She's in her late 20s and Rooster is in his mid/late 30s.

Part 2

Master List

Rooster should have known that Maverick had an ulterior motive for taking him out to dinner.

If Maverick wanted to just hang out and catch up without any additional bullshit, he would have simply set up the grill and they would have shared a few beers outside on the back porch. But buying him dinner at a restaurant was a move that Maverick played when Bradley was young and easily swayed by the promise of French fries and ice cream sundaes. And, apparently, now too.

“You want me to do what?” Rooster asked his godfather, staring over at Maverick incredulously.

“I need your help in getting Kate to talk to me again,” Maverick explained casually.

“Kate? Your daughter Kate?”

Kate, who went by Katie as a kid, was Maverick and Penny’s daughter from one of their previous will-they-won’t-they situations. She was a surprise addition to the family and a near-death sentence for Maverick when Admiral Benjamin, Penny’s dad, found out about her. But by the time that Kate was born, Penny and Maverick were both completely dedicated to co-parenting.

So, why did Maverick need his help with getting Kate to talk to him again? And why did Maverick think that Bradley of all people would be a good candidate for that job?

Bradley and Kate were never close.

There was several years difference between them—probably eight or so, if Bradley did the math right. And Bradley thought that she was a whiny brat whenever their paths crossed as kids. She was always upset whenever Maverick and Bradley did something together without her and she complained until she got her way, which Maverick always gave her in the end.

The last time that Bradley saw Kate, it was at his mom’s funeral. And he hadn’t heard from her since the paper pulling incident. That was eighteen, nearly nineteen, years ago now. For fuck’s sake, he just found out that she went by Kate now instead of Katie.

“Yeah, you remember her, right?” Maverick asked, folding his arms underneath him.

“I mean, yeah, but why do you need my help?” Rooster inquired, raising an eyebrow.

“She doesn’t . . .” Maverick started to explain but then he trailed off. Maverick sighed, rubbing his face tiredly, before turning back to Rooster. “I wasn’t the best dad for her. I wasn’t around and I didn’t make the right efforts when I needed to because I got caught up in my own demons and fears. And she—and I understand why—hasn’t forgiven me for any of it.”

“I’m still missing the part where I fit into this whole scheme,” Rooster replied honestly.

“I’m hoping that since the two of us started to reconcile and address what happened in the past with our relationship, that you could help me do the same with Kate. To at least help me show her that I’ve changed and I’m taking my personal relationships seriously.”

“So, you want me to help you steal an F-14 to patch things up with your daughter?” Rooster asked sarcastically, earning a sigh from Maverick.

“No, I just . . . maybe just talk with her about what we worked through. I’m prepared to do all of the talking and amending on my own, but I need help convincing her to talk to me in the first place,” Maverick explained softly to Rooster. “She just shuts down every time that I try to make amends or bring up the past.”

“So, that’s why you took me out here?” Rooster asked, glancing down at his plate. “To try and bribe me to help your daughter talk to you again?”

“You love the French fries here,” Maverick pointed out, earning an incredulous look from Rooster.

“I did when I was nine,” Rooster corrected Maverick.

“Bradley,” Maverick stated, trying to get the conversation back on track, “will you help me? Or at least just try? If she doesn’t come around to you, then she doesn’t come around to you, and that’s fine. I just . . . I want to try to make things right with her. Before Penny and I get married.”

Rooster could hear the sincerity dripping from every word that Maverick spoke. And he recognized the borderline desperation in Maverick’s eyes. And as Maverick’s best man, this seemed to fit into his promise to help Maverick with wedding preparations.

And maybe Rooster did really like the fries here and the special sauce that they always came with.

“I feel like I’m going to regret this,” Rooster groaned, lowering his head for a moment. “But, sure. I’ll try and help you. I’ll be your wingman with this.”

“Thank you, Bradley,” Maverick stated sincerely, smiling softly. “It means the world to me, really. And Penny too.”

“Can it count as your wedding present then?”

~~~~~

Kate Benjamin wasn’t exactly the warmest or friendliest person by her own admission.

She took after her grandfather, retired Admiral John “Pike” Benjamin, more than her mom in that regard. Penny could talk and comfort any person off the street. And Penny gave people the benefit of the doubt, believing that people changed and second chances were only fair.

Kate did not share her mother’s forgiving disposition.

People could change. People did change. But that didn’t mean that Kate was willing to forgive, forget, and sing kumbaya with them afterwards. Second chances were earned, not given. And Pete Mitchell was on his seventh or so chance in Kate Benjamin’s book.

“I just don’t understand why he’s so suddenly interested in settling down,” Kate complained over the phone to Amelia as she sat in rush hour traffic.

“He’s retired now,” Amelia pointed out, sitting up in her bedroom.

“So, he’s bored? That’s why he wants to marry Mom?” Kate huffed, drumming her fingers on the steering wheel. “Bullshit, is what I say.”

“He seems really sincere this time,” Amelia replied calmly, shrugging her shoulders.

“I’ll be the judge of that.”

Amelia didn’t respond for a moment and Kate could hear a background conversation between Amelia and their mom. Kate waited patiently, staring at the same blue Honda that she’d been stuck behind for what felt like hours when Amelia returned to the call.

“Mom wants to know how far you are from home.”

“Around forty-five minutes. Give or take. Are Grammie and Pop there?”

“Yeah, they flew in this morning. And Maverick and Rooster are joining us for dinner.”

“Rooster?” Kate repeated, clearly confused. “Who the hell is Rooster?”

“Bradley,” Amelia translated for her sister.

“So, they’re talking again?” Kate muttered gruffly.

Kate remembered Bradley. She remembered how he called her a brat. And she remembered telling him that his name was stupid in retaliation. And Kate stood by that sentiment. ‘Bradley Bradshaw’ was one of the most ridiculous names that she had ever heard in her life. It wasn’t quite Philip Philips, but it was damn close.

“How in the hell did he get . . . never mind, because I don’t care,” Kate cut herself off.

“Mom also told me to tell you to be on your best behavior.”

“I’m always on my best behavior, Ames,” Kate insisted innocently, though her smirk betrayed her words. “Tell Mom that everything’s going to be fine.”

“I will. See you soon, Kate.”

“Bye, Ames.”

Amelia hung up the phone and Kate switched back to the radio while she inched through traffic.

So much for a quiet family dinner with her mom, sister, and grandparents after a long week of work. But she knew that she was going to have to get used to Maverick —if he wanted the title ‘Dad,’ he was going to have to earn it—and Rooster too.

~~~~~

Rooster sat in Penny’s backyard with Amelia, Grammie Joan, and Pike, which is what everyone except for his immediate family called him, while Maverick and Penny went to pick up dinner.

“You’re a Lieutenant Commander?” Pike asked Rooster, leaning back in his chair.

“Yes, sir. Got promoted after that mission with Mav.”

“A well-earned one then,” Pike mused grimly, glancing over at the Kawasaki. “Maverick told me what he could about the mission. You’re either really smart, or have a lot of dumb luck, kid.”

“Or both.”

“Or both,” Pike echoed, nodding along. “And you just transferred back to North Island then?”

“Yeah, I was stationed out at Oceana most recently, but after the mission, I thought that it was finally time to return to the West Coast, so I put in the request and it was approved. And now I’m working as an instructor out here.”

“How many years are left on your contract?”

“Two and a half,” Rooster replied, doing the math in his head.

“And do you think that you’ll stay on after that’s up?”

“Don’t know,” Rooster answered honestly. “I’ll have to see what life looks like then.”

“Smart. Focus on what’s right in front of you,” Pike agreed, nodding curtly.

“Kate’s home!” Amelia exclaimed when she spotted Kate’s car pull into the driveway.

Without another word, Amelia stood up from the table and hurried around the gate. Grammie Joan smiled when she heard the two sisters reunite from the other side of the fence and shuffled down to Rooster and Pike’s side of the table.

“Have you met our Kate?” Grammie Joan asked Rooster, sitting beside her husband.

“Back when we were both kids, but not for a long time,” Rooster answered honestly.

“She’s grown into quite the firecracker,” Pike chuckled, waiting patiently for his two granddaughters to return. “Her mother says that she takes after me. Maverick seemed to agree with Penny, though he didn’t say it to my face.”

“I think that he still gets flashbacks about the ass chewings you gave him in the eighties and nineties,” Rooster joked, taking a sip of his beer.

“Which time?” Pike asked, seemingly amused.

“Oh, be nice, John. You know that if Kate sees you giving Maverick a hard time, she’s going to give him an even worse time,” Grammie Joan replied knowingly, shooting her husband a look. “And I’m not sure that Maverick can survive the two of you at the same time.”

“Well, if he’s going to finally marry into this family, he’s going to have to learn,” Pike pointed out gruffly.

“Don’t hold onto the past, John. That flyover business was so long ago,” Joan dismissed with a wave of her hand. “It was before the girls were born. Let it go.”

“Rooster?” Pike asked, out to prove a point.

“Yes, sir?”

“Have you ever done a high-speed pass over an air traffic control tower?”

“Never as the pilot, no.”

“What about a high-speed pass over an admiral’s daughter? You’ve ever done that, Rooster?”

“No, sir.”

“See?” Pike told his wife, who shook her head at him again. “Not normal conduct.”

“Oh, get over it, John.”

The back door opened, cutting off Pike and Joan’s back and forth. Amelia trotted down the stairs first with Kate Benjamin—or Katie Mitchell, which is what she went by the last time that Bradley was around her—close behind.

But the woman that stepped out of the house was not anything like Rooster expected.

Kate seemed to be a perfect mix of her parents. Her hair was dark, like Maverick’s, but wavy, like Penny’s. Her smile was far too mischievous to come from Penny, but Kate walked with Penny’s seemingly flawless grace. And when they locked eyes, Rooster realized that Kate seemed to have inherited her mom’s captivating gaze.

He subconsciously straightened his back a bit as Kate walked past him.

Kate greeted her grandmother first with a hug and a kiss on the cheek before greeting her grandfather in the same fashion. And when she straightened up, the breeze blew the scent of her shampoo—which was something sweet and flowery—in his direction and let the subtle natural highlights in her hair to catch the sunlight.

A sharp pinch in Rooster’s side caused him to whirl around to spot an annoyed Amelia.

“Stop staring at my sister like that,” Amelia stated quietly, looking disgusted. “We eat out here.”

“I wasn’t staring.”

“Yes, you were.”

“No, I wasn’t.”

“You’re a horrible liar,” Amelia replied, ending the argument.

“How was the drive?” Pike asked Kate, who missed all of Rooster and Amelia’s conversation.

“Not too bad. Traffic, but what else did I expect?” Kate joked, moving to take the seat across from Amelia. “How was your flight in?”

“Not too bad.”

“Maverick was a gentleman and picked us up from the airport,” Joan replied with a kind smile.

Joan was clearly trying to put in a good word for Maverick with Kate, probably under the direction of Penny. Rooster, however, didn’t miss the grimace on Kate’s face at the mention of Maverick. Joan simply smiled wider and gestured over to Rooster.

“And you remember Bradley, right, Kate?”

“Yes,” Kate replied, reluctantly turning to Bradley. “Though I hear that you go by Rooster now.”

“I do,” Rooster agreed, nodding along. “And I hear that you go by Kate now.”

“I do,” Kate returned, looking bored with him.

“You heading home to your apartment tonight?” Pike questioned his granddaughter, ending Kate and Rooster’s staring contest.

“No, I’ll stay the night. We’re supposed to do some errands tomorrow morning for the wedding.”

“Have you met any nice men recently, Kate?” Grammie Joan asked her eldest granddaughter.

Kate immediately grimaced at her grandmother’s question. Amelia snuck a giggle until Kate kicked her shin under the table.

“No, Grammie.”

“Don’t pressure her, Joan,” Pike grunted, leaning back in his chair. “Better that she’s single and working hard at a good paying job than wasting her time with some no-good dumbass freeloader.”

“Yes, but this wedding planning has me thinking about the girls’ weddings,” Joan replied wistfully.

“Here we go,” Amelia murmured under her breath.

“One wedding at a time, Grammie,” Kate reminded Joan gently. “How is the wedding planning going around here anyways?"

"It's not,” Amelia answered, sharing an amused look with Rooster. “Mom’s mostly busy with the bar and Maverick doesn’t want to make any decisions without her approval. And he’s still trying to move all of his stuff over here.”

“He’s living here now?” Kate asked, immediately on the defensive. “At the house?”

“No, he’s rooming with Rooster for now.”

“Oh.” Kate’s gaze flickered over to Rooster, causing him to subconsciously straighten up again. She seemed to study him for a moment before asking, “How’s that going then?”

“It’s going well,” Rooster replied, trying to keep Maverick in a good light.

“So, he’s living in Miramar full time then?” Kate asked, still analytical.

“Mostly. He has the hangar out in Nevada, but he’s here more.”

“Lovely,” Kate replied dryly.

“Speaking of Maverick, I believe that’s them,” Pike stated, glancing down the driveway.

Kate got up and headed inside and Amelia followed after her sister. Penny and Maverick stepped inside and Kate hurried into her mom’s waiting arms. Penny squeezed Kate to her chest while Maverick stood behind them, smiling at their interaction.

“Oh, I’m so happy that you’re back home,” Penny breathed out.

“I’m not that far away, Mom,” Kate reminded Penny softly. “But it’s nice to be home.”

“How was the drive?” Penny asked Kate, letting go of her eldest daughter.

“Not too bad.”

“Good.” Penny turned to Maverick, who was clearly waiting for some kind of acknowledgement from his daughter. “Aren’t you going to greet your dad, Kate?”

“Maverick,” Kate greeted him stiffly, unwilling to call him ‘Dad.’

“It’s good to see you, Kate,” Maverick returned quietly, clearly subdued.

“Likewise.”

“Help him with the food, please, Kate,” Penny told her eldest daughter.

Kate took one of the bags from Maverick and quickly moved to put distance between them. Penny and Maverick shared a look before following Kate out into the backyard again. Amelia carried out some plates and utensils while Kate pulled out the takeout boxes.

“Amelia, can you grab the wooden spoons for the salad?” Penny questioned, glancing over the table.

“I’ll do it,” Rooster offered immediately, standing up. “You need anything else?”

“No, I think we’re all set. Thank you, Rooster,” Penny replied with a smile.

Rooster nodded, glanced over at Kate, before he headed inside. Maverick was in the kitchen, putting away some extra plates and pulling a few drinks out of the fridge.

“How did it go with Kate?” Rooster asked, opening drawers to look for wooden spoons. Maverick sighed, causing Rooster to pick his head up. “That bad, huh?”

“Could have been better,” Maverick sighed, grabbing some beers from the fridge. “But I suppose that it could have been much worse too.”

“That’s the spirit.”

Rooster glanced out the window, watching as Kate talked with her sister and her mom. Catching himself staring at her again, Rooster turned back to Maverick, who seemed to be unaware of Rooster’s sudden staring problem.

And that was good. For Rooster’s personal safety.

“Did she at least acknowledge your existence?”

“Only when prompted.” Maverick shook his head at himself. “I guess I’ll have to just keep trying to make things right with her.”

“I don’t think that she’ll make it easy for you.”

“No, she won’t. But I’m not going to let that stop me.” Maverick turned around and squeezed Rooster’s shoulder, smiling up at him. “Thanks again for trying to help me out. With making amends with her. I really do appreciate it.”

“Yeah, of course, Mav,” Rooster replied quietly.

They walked outside together to join the Benjamin family for dinner. Rooster ended up seated next to Kate somehow but they didn’t really acknowledge each other. It wasn’t until the wedding got brought up by Joan that they even looked at each other.

Well, that Kate looked over at Rooster. He still seemed to have a bit of a staring problem.

“So, you’re Maverick’s best man then, Rooster?” Joan asked kindly, causing Rooster to nod.

“Yeah, I am.”

“And Kate and Amelia are both the maid of honor?”

“Yeah, we’re sharing the position,” Kate agreed, sharing a glance with her sister.

“Yeah, but I don’t know how much I’m going to be able to do to help because of school and everything,” Amelia replied, shrugging her shoulders.

“I can handle most of it,” Kate insisted, looking down at her plate. “The only big thing that I should need your physical presence for is the maid of honor dresses.”

“Either way, it seems that the five of you will be spending a lot of time together over the next few months,” Joan stated with a kind smile.

“I’m looking forward to it,” Rooster spoke up, earning a sharp, curious look from Kate. “And to getting to know you guys more.”

Kate tilted her chin up a bit, challenging as she met Rooster’s gaze again. Amelia glanced between the two of them and stuck her tongue out. Penny and Maverick also shared a look, but Maverick signaled to Penny that it would be fine.

“Yeah, it’s going to be a lot of fun,” Kate replied dryly.

Part 2

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