#uhhh… it’ll get a name eventually trust

[reinafish]

My silly lil vocaloid au i made like 2 days ago…..

[tojiot]

ooh have about the main three with the fake dating trope :D

fake dating the main three

gn!reader, cursing here and there, typos and grammatical errors to be edited, past tense - present tense swerving to be fixed.

note: i was on vacation for 2 days without internet and i have bakugo's done in my notes but my phone died before i can even save it :D this will be kinda long because i went ahead of myself and detailed it exactly how i want. this is not betaed. please do tell me if there's a non they/them pronouns in here. hope you'll enjoy this!

requests are: open!

ㅡ bakugo

i spent the whole day thinking about how he'll agree to fake date. let's just say he's the one in need.

his mom has been bothering him for a long time now. she wants to see katsuki bring home a partner for them to meet.

it's a pain in the ears and he's very TIRED so he decided to just fake date somebody.

the only person he can tolerate in class a aside from kirishima is you. he doesn't care about the other extras.

he'll search for you in the heights' lounge area and ask to talk.

"hey, can we talk?" he grumbles, "uhh, sure? do you want to talk here or somewhere private?" "somewhere private."

when you guys are in a more private area, he'd glare at you for a minute, it'll make you wonder if you did something wrong, before finally speaking.

"date me for a fucking day."

you'll snort at what he said and laugh thinking it was a joke but the annoyed and impatient look on his face says otherwise.

"wait.. are you for real?" "what do you think, shithead?"

bakugo trusts you so much that you have this significant role to play in his life.

you agreed, of course. it's the bakugo katsuki asking for your help. a once in a lifetime chance. (you just like him, stop making things up)

he brings you to the bakugo household the day after and his house is BIG big.

mitsuki, his mom, welcomes you with a big smile and a hug. he then glares at his son, "WHY ARE YOU ONLY BRINGING THIS PRETTY LITTLE CREATURE NOW, YOU BRAT?" "SHUT UP, OLD HAG! BE NICE OR I AIN'T BRINGING THEM HERE NO MORE."

masaru, who's just sitting there at the couch like nothing's happening, gives you a wave.

the dinner was good. his mom's a great cook, his father's a chatterbox. what surprised you the most was how quiet katsuki is. you're not sure why. maybe he's like this at home? quiet, calm, just serene.

"it's not everyday i see a person who can tame my brat of a son. i can see why he likes you, (y/n)." his mom beams at you, "you're pretty, a kind little one too. take care of my son, will ya?"

not knowing what to say, you smiled at her and said what's currently inside your mind, "if he'll let me, i'll take care of him for the rest of my life." you looked down, "but knowing katsuki, he doesn't need anyone to take care of him. he's strong and independent and he knows it. it'll hurt his pride if someone helps him without him asking them to." you smiled to yourself, "i just hope he knows that when he needs me, i'll always be here for him."

mitsuki smiled at you in awe. you have the mother's approval, congrats!

katsuki just stared at you with furrowed eyebrows, masaru pats his back, "good job, son. i'm happy for you."

he then murmured a protest before drinking his water.

time passed by and it's eventually your time to say goodbye to the bakugos.

mitsuki hugs you for the last time and ask you to come have dinner with them again, masaru pats your head and thanks you for being there for his son.

both of you were in a car provided by the school for safety protocols when he spoke, "did you mean it?"

you looked at him, confused, "mean what?" "what you said earlier to my mom, shithead. did you mean it?" "well, yeah. i mean it when i say i'll always be here for you."

he wore this unreadable and unclear expression on his face. he looks mad? confused? no one knows.

"why?" he asked, "why what?" "WHY DO YOU KEEP MAKING ME REPEAT MYSELF. WHY DID YOU SAY IT?" "YOU'RE A FRIEND OF MINE, THAT'S IT."

he chuckled bitterly, "a friend. that's fucking funny. i literally though you also like me for a second."

huh.. what does he mean? also? you laughed nervously, "hey, did i hear you right? thought i heard 'also' there."

"you're fucking dense, aren't you? do you want me to scream it straight at your face? i fucking like you."

you froze. yes, but embarrassment caught up and you covered your reddened face, "WHY ARE YOU SUDDENLY CONFESSING IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT? WHAT DO YOU EXPECT ME TO SAY?"

"I AIN'T EXPECTING YOU TO SAY ANYTHING, SHITHEAD!" "I LIKE YOU TOO!" "SHUT THE FUCK UP I DON'T WANT YOUR PITY OF A CONFESSION." "IT'S NOT A PITY OF A CONFESSION BUT FINE! I DON'T LIKE YOU." "OKAY THEN. I'M BRINGING SOMEONE ELSE NEXT DINNER AND TELL THE OLD HAG WE BROKE UP." "NOOOOOOO!!"

ㅡ todoroki

i was contemplating whether to have him help fake date or have him need help. it's fitting if he's the one in need so i decided just that.

he might seem dense and clueless most of the time but he's the epitome of evilness.

he talks about you all the time that's why fuyumi has taken a liking to you and asked shoto to invite you to dinner with them.

shoto sees this as a chance. he'll take advantage of the situation because he knows you won't say no.

he goes to where you are sitting, "i apologize but my sister, fuyumi, she thinks we're dating. she wants to invite you to dinner at our house later." he said that with a straight face but this mf is smirking on the inside.

"uhhh, okay? sure? but uhm, why would she think we're dating?" "she thinks everyone close to me is dating me. she's like that.. yes. fuyumi likes you the most, i think. that's.. uh, that's why she's inviting you to dinner." (I HC HIM AS A BAD LIAR)

sounds suspicious and weird, but okay? you have a lot of question in mind.

"i would go. but how should i act? why didn't you tell her we aren't dating though?" "i don't want to disappoint my sister. you can act like you're dating me, if it's fine with you. just for a day."

"sure, sure! just tell me where and what time. i'll be there." "no, you can come with me. we'll go there together."

he brings you to the todoroki household after class. their house is soooo pretty. it's a traditional japanese house.

fuyumi was the first one to greet you, with her sparkling eyes and bright smile, she held both your hands gently and said, "i'm so glad you came! i've been wanting to ask shoto to have you come eat with us. thank you for coming!"

natsuo jogged from the back and gave you a cool wave, "hey, (y/n). how was it dealing with shoto?"

you faked sighed, "awful. how did you deal with him for the last 16 years?" "we never did." "oh.... OH NO I'M SORRY!" "HAHAHA. it's fine, i'm just kidding. no biggie."

enji won't be home for the day. he's busy doing number 1 hero works.

the dinner was fun. it was the funniest dinner you have ever had.

shoto's quietness is the exact opposite of natsuo's talkativeness. that man is talkative and funny as fuck. throwing jokes everywhere. it was entertaining.

all shoto did was take care of you. he serves you all the food you point at, gets you water, he even went too close for comfort and wiped a stain just above your lips. it made you blush, yes. you don't know why but it left you lightheaded. (you're in love with him, that's why)

fuyumi.. our beautiful and beloved fuyumi.

she exposed his brother's ass.

"aww. you guys are so cute together. ah! (y/n), do you remember that time when.. uhm, kaminari was it? i forgot his name but do you remember that time where he told you, midoriya, and the girls to wear a maid costume for the festival because your class is having a maid cafe booth? shoto told me you were so pretty that time! he hated how the boys in your class looked at you like you were some sweet treat, isn't that right, shoto?"

"and do you remember when you fought bakugo at the sports festival? where it was a close fight and you gave him a hard time? shoto said you won if the decision was up to him and that you were so cool!"

and she went on and on.

shoto was red as a tomato (or even redder) beside you. he was clutching his pants as if he was asking the floor to just eat him up.

you decided to ask him about this later to not uncover the fake dating plan.

dinner ended after a little talking, fuyumi gave you leftovers to take home which you will not reject because her cooking is divine, and asked you to come again after giving you a big and warm hug.

natsuo gave you a high five and thanked you for coming. he also thanked you for laughing at his jokes. he feels like he's very funny now.

both said goodbye to shoto.

the journey back to the heights was quiet but not awkward. it seems like shoto knew you have a lot in mind.

you spoke when he's about to open the main door. "what was that?" he looked at you with a confused expression, "the one at dinner."

"ah, if it isn't obvious yet after my sister opened her mouth, i like you. i have been for a long time now." he said that with a deadpan expression, "it annoyed me at first, it annoyed me that you're in my mind whenever i try to sleep, you're in my mind everytime i wake up. it annoyed me that i want nothing more than to hold you near me, hold your hands, warm you up with my fire everytime you feel cold, hug you, kiss you." he sighed frustratedly, "i just want to do everything with you... i'm sorry. i'm not good with words."

WELL YOU DID NOT EXPECT HIM TO BE THIS STRAIGHTFORWARD.

but again, this is todoroki shoto.

"..what? shoto... i didn't know you felt that way. why didn't you tell me?" you asked him concernedly, you lifted your hand to hold his face but stopped halfway thinking maybe he doesn't want to be touched.

but then he held your hand and guided it to hold his face, "i didn't actually plan to confess but when people started talking about how good of a hero you'd become in the future and when everyone started saying they all want to date you, that's when i decided it's now or never." he looked at your eyes, "i don't want to lose this chance. that's why i started telling fuyumi stories about you and asking her what to do."

"is that why your sister thought we were dating?" "yes. she knows about how i feel for you. she told me to confess and i told her i did and that it went well. i lied to her. i don't know why."

you coughed, "so, she doesn't really think everyone close to you is dating you?" "yes." "you lied to me?" "yes, i apologize."

"you could have told me you like me too!?" "it's not that easy to confess. plus, i really wanted to know how everything will go. it went well, i'm satisfied. you like me too, right?" "i do, shoto. i like you so much." he smiled at you, that rare fucking smile he knows is pretty, "that's enough for me."

"BUT YOU TOOK ADVANTAGE OF EVERYTHING?" "yes. yes, i did." "WHAT THE HELL'S WRONG WITH YOU!!?" "date me, (y/n)" "OKAY!"

ㅡ midoriya

a lot of guys from the other class have been bothering you. they kept on asking for your number and stuff. one even sent you flowers and a box of chocolates.

you appreciate it if you're being honest. what you don't appreciate is them sticking to you the whole lunch.

you told mina what's happening and she told you that the best shot of getting off those admirers of yours is to date somebody.

you don't wanna to that though. aside from focusing on studies, you have feelings for this certain someone with green messy hair and freckles. you don't want to date someone just to use them and lie to them.

"you know, what if you just get your shit together and confess to midoriya?" "MINA, BE QUIET! SOMEONE MIGHT HEAR YOU!" "confess to midoriya!" she whispired.

"or just ask him to date you until your followers stop following you around?" kaminari interjects, "what, you mean like, fake date him?" "yeah. something like that." "you're really useful sometimes, aren't you?" "shut up, mina."

you've thought about it all night. would izuku think i'm using him? would he reject the idea? would he be mad about it?

after contemplating, you finally went out of your room and walked straight at his door. he opened it with a smile after 3 knocks.

"hey, (y/n)! how can i help you?"

you looked at him nervously. what you were about to ask is a big part to act. "i will get straight to the point. some people from the other classes have been bothering me for a while now. they keep on following me and asking for my number even though i rejected them all the time. i want to ask you if you could date me? IT'S FAKE! OF COURSE. will you please fake date me until they get off me? i, uh, i'm not taking advantage of your kindness. i promise. right?" you said with a shaking voice.

he laughed at your rambling, "no need to be nervous, (y/n)! i would love to do the honors and fake date you! it's like an undercover hero mission. it's so cool! when do we start?"

you smiled at his enthusiasms. izuku is really the kindest person here on earth. you told him what to do, who those people are, etc. your fake dating starts tomorrow.

izuku was waiting outside your door when you opened it, he has his usual beaming smile when you saw him, "hi, (y/n)! ready to start our mission?" he's surely so into this whole thing.

you both walked down the lounge area holding each other's hand. everyone was gaping at the sight except todoroki who remained munching on his sandwich and bakugo who, well, "fucking finally you idiots." he said.

izuku let go of your hand and held both his hands up while shaking his head in a panicky manner, "no, no! we're just fake dating. i'm helping (y/n) get rid of their admirers! they said it was bothering them!"

"okay. but (y/n), why deku?" the motherfucker was smirking at you. todoroki, bless him, caught the panic in your eyes and called bakugo off. "that's enough, bakugo. leave them alone." "tsk! fucking icyhot a fucking killjoy."

most of your admirers stopped following you after they saw you holding hands with izuku. he's been doing a lot for you. he tried to tie your hair at training and brought you water. nothing much happened inside the classroom because everyone knows it's just a show. lots of outsiders believe you're dating izuku. some still bothers you from time to time especially at lunch.

you were sitting with bakugo, todoroki, kirishima, and of course, izuku, when a group of 3 went to your table (they're brave. no one would come bother bakugo's table because everyone's terrified of him.)

"hey, (y/n). can you give me your number now? i just wanted to get to know you better." "(y/n) give me your number! i'll send you lots of chocolates. i promise!" "they're liars but i'm not. i'd take you to your favorite movie this sunday of you'll give me your number?"

you pursed your lips in an annoyed manner, your friends are here and they're embarrassing you. you were about to speak when izuku beats you to it, "please stop bothering (y/n). it's obvious that my partner doesn't want to give you their number."

the group stared at each other with bewildered expressions on their faces, one looked at izuki and asked, "partner? you mean, combat partner or boyfriend? (y/n)'s dating someone?"

izuku wore a prideful expression on his face, "yes, i am their boyfriend and they're dating someone. that's why with all due respect, please leave them alone."

the 3 backed out and apologized. not everyone has the same personality as mineta. the person who seemed like their leader walked forward and bowed, "we're so sorry. we should've stopped when they rejected us the first time. they're just so intriguing that's why we wanted to know more about them. we're really sorry." with that, they left.

you faced izuku and thanked him. it was nice to finally walk and look around without seeing unfamiliar faces follow you. "thank you so much, izuku! you saved me. really."

he smilled at you, "it's nothing! i'd do anything for (y/n)." izuku froze at what he said and started chuckling anxiously, "i.. i didn't mean it like that! hahaha! but if you need anything, i, uhm, i'd always be glad to help." you stared at him and said, "me too, izuku. i'd always be glad to help you! you can come to me everytime you need something." he blushed at what you said.

"FUCKING IDIOTS JUST GET TOGETHER ALREADY! I'M TIRED OF HEARING BOTH YOUR SHIT! CONFESS TO EACH OTHER GODDAMNIT!" "oi bakugo. that's not how to do it." "SHUT UP SHITTY HAIR!" "bakugo, you're too noisy." "YOU HALF AND HALF BASTARD I'M TIRED OF YOU TOO!"

izuku coughed tensely, "(y/n), can i talk to you outside? i just need to tell you something." you nodded, "of course!" you both stood up and left the table of wild animals.

when the two of you got outside, izuku's hands were obviously shaking so without a thought, you held it. "are you okay?" "I AM... i am." "why are you acting like this? did something happen?" you asked worriedly.

"no, everything's fine. i just.. i don't know how it started but i just woke up one day thinking how i'd love you to be mine. i want to walk you to school, i want to tell everyone i'm your boyfriend, i want to kiss you good night. haha, is it to much to ask, (y/n)? i like you a lot." he told you that nervously, the boy was shaking and sweating.

"i can't believe it... izuku, i like you too. oh god, are you serious?" "i am, haha! i didn't know you feel the same. i'm really happy!" "i didn't know you feel the same too! half of our classmates knew that i like you. katsuki's just too noisy. he literally told everyone when you did extra training." "(y/n).. kacchan also knows about my feelings for you! he told todoroki and kirishima. is that why he's so persistent in getting us together?" "i don't know. that's just how he is."

you both were awkward as fuck but izuku asked if you'd like to date for real and you said yes.

when you came back to the table, it was bakugo who spoke first, "are you idiots finally together?" you replied to him with a middle finger which aggravated the blondie, "YOU FUCKER!"

[harlowsbby]

Listen to Ella’s song Trying when reading this) AHHH this my songgggg 🤭

You’ve had a few flings here and there but they didn’t really mean much to you. Jack was the complete opposite of you he was famous and had money and the looks and what did you bring to the table? You sighed and slouched into your chair. WHAT DO YOU HAVE?!? You are that bitch!! A bad bitch!! A cute bitch!! A lovable bitch!! Should I go on?!

“Are you talking about Y/N?” Stassie came from behind the boys, she sat down next to Jack and followed his eye contact which led to you. Uhhh *side eye*

Your relationship with your ex Cameron was honestly teeth pulling. He drained you mentally and physically. You were always someone who wore their heart on their sleeve and people of course took advantage of that. Get me a last name & Instagram Handel, IM ABT TO GET AN ADDRESS & WHOOP SUM ASS!!

“Yeah you definitely need to stay away from my friend I don’t want Y/N going through something like that again, and honestly I know you’re still messing around with that one girl.” Stassie sternly told Jack before getting up and leaving with Sunni. OOOP PUT A WHACK BITCH IN THEY PLACE!! Okay I take away my side eye, maybe I will like her here 🤭

“Well damn your plate doesn’t look very nutritional does it babe?” You looked up seeing it was Jack. *looks left & right* *looks behind me & behind him* WHO TF YOU CALLIN BABE?! I’m still stuck on Stassie sayin you still messin around wit another bitch! Don’t babe nobody else till you stop taking to other hoes 😒

“It’s all good baby you know I’m just playing with you.” Cut it out wit these nicknames white boy!! 🙄

“You know what’s going on with your love life or anything.” I- JACK YOU ARE SO EMBARRASSING 😭 you ain’t subtle AT ALL!!

“Just watch I’ll make you mine by the end of tonight. I’ll see you at the party later?” I mean confidence is key ig?! 🫤

“ Aren’t you excited to go out and finally be surrounded by other people?” No tf 😭

You prayed that something good will come out of this instead of something bad. For Jacks sake let’s hope so🤗 cause if not 🩴🔪

“Without a doubt.” Damn thanks for the honesty ig 😭😔

( hiii this is my new series 💗 it’s based off Ella Mai’s latest album “Heart on my sleeve” it’ll go in order from all the songs, basically jack claims he loves the reader but she’s just another girl on his hit list but feelings change and things happen and the reader finds herself falling slowly for Jack soooo stay tuned ) AHHHHHHHH I JS KNOW IMMA HAVE TO BEAT JACKS ASS!! 🫤🔪🩴

FRIEND YOU FUCKING ATEEEEE!! 🫶🏽🤗

Thank you friend I always love seeing comments that you always love 😭 it’s a bit boring for right now but trust me it’ll pick up eventually so I’m glad you love it so far

we’re definitely gonna hate jack towards the end of this so stay ready 😌💀

[fallinfl0wers]

love stories with some genshin boys i thought of while listening to my playlists

includes: aether (210 words), xiao (261 words), scaramouche (277 words) and albedo (307)

warnings (?): spoilers of ‘we will be reunited’, english is not my native language and uhh idk what else, idk really know what these are, headcanons ?? snippets ?? also not beta read and not edited.

it’s long so uhhh i’ll add a cut somewhere

anyway enjoy!! ...whatever this is i guess

Aether

Falling in love with Aether is like a fun adventure. He, being always the center of attention and the protagonist no matter where he goes, is a free spirited, kind and hardworking man. 

Throughout your time travelling and being in a relationship together, you’ll find that your relationship with the Honorary Knight is one of sweet kisses under the sunlight; innocent handholding while thinking up of what to make for dinner tonight; of easily talked out arguments and finding ways to compromise; of softly pushing each other to become a better version of themselves and, most of all, of supporting and having each other’s backs no matter what.

And when Aether confronts the Abyss Princess face to face for the first time and his world comes crashing down on him, this trait of your relationship shines like no other, as you hold him in your arms after everything was over during the night, Paimon sleeping soundly next to the both of you inside your improvised campsite.

“Even though I’m not sure what -or who- I should believe anymore, I... I know I want to see this journey to the end, and I want you to be there with me for it. Let’s be together until the last moment and beyond.”

Songs:

Snow Fairy - Funkist

Snowing, be honest with yourself and smile When two people are getting closer, time overlaps Fairy, where are you going I will gather all the light and shine it on your tomorrow

Still Lonely - SEVENTEEN

This cursed popularity. Why won’t it leave me? But why am I getting lonelier The early morning chill makes me feel Even lonelier today I feel completely empty, as if I’m empty

Kanpeki Gu~ no ne - Watarirouka Hashiritai

I'm at a loss for words, with this and that, I'm totally in love with you Someday, I want do the same to you: Watch you flounder, At a loss for words right back to me!

Side by Side - The8 from SEVENTEEN

I want to hold hands with you but I don't know what to do what to do oh baby I want to give all my heart to you but You still don't know what's in my heart

Hope - Namie Amuro

At the end of this blue, wide world there's a place I want to aim at with you We chose this long ago for eternity

Xiao

Falling in love with Xiao is like living a bittersweet dream. The Vigilant Yaksha is far from human, or so he says, and thus is out of touch with the way we mortals experience feelings, both the negative and positive ones.

Your relationship with him is one of compassion, mutual understanding, appreciation and patience. So, so much patience. Of intertwined pinkies and soft stolen glances, of shy smiles and comfortable silence sometimes filled with your voice chatting time away and his short responses to your talks.

I mentioned patience. He knows you’re making an enormous effort to try and understand him and be patient with him and his slow learning process of how relationships work, so it’s only fair that he makes a true effort to understand you and your feelings.

Xiao is well aware that he could hurt you without wanting to, be it with his blunt phrasing of his thoughts or his Karmic Debt, as much as he is aware that you will eventually pass away and leave him behind to go somewhere he can’t follow, and that undeniable truth haunts him every second of every day he gets to spend with you. And still, he wishes and wants and does cherish each and every warm, kind feeling he gets every single second you’re together nonetheless.

“I might not know what to make of these new feelings you gave me. But I’ll learn. I promise I’ll learn, so please... don’t go, not yet. Let me treasure you and carve you into my memory for as long as I can.”

Songs:

Euphoria - BTS

I don't know what this emotion is Perhaps this is also the inside of a dream A dream is the blue mirage of the desert Deep inside of me, a priori I become happy to the point of being unable to breathe The surroundings, bit by bit, become clearer

Fallin’ Flower - SEVENTEEN

While flower blooms and falls, scars cure and buds shoot We are living our first and last moment So I won’t take you for granted Because you loved me as I am

Fear - SEVENTEEN

Get out my mind I can't handle it, I'm afraid of myself The truth has me tied up My heart is tainted I'm afraid it'll eventually change you too

The Truth Untold - BTS, Steve Aoki

It’s my fate Don’t smile to me Light on me Because I can’t get closer to you There’s no name you can call me

You know that I can’t Show you me Give you me I can’t show you a ruined part of myself Once again I put a mask on and go to see you But I still want you

Tiny Light - Akari Kitō

Because you colored my unchanging monochromatic days Even the blurred darkness gained meaning

Still, hidden in this heart, these feelings of preciousness so strong that they hurt I just want to convey these feelings to only you before they disappear someday

Scaramouche

Falling in love with Scaramouche is like constantly playing a game. He’s strict, demanding, disagreeable, and widely disliked by enemies and allies alike. Still, he has a heart too; and he holds desires and hopes deep inside of it, although most of them are fueled by the unchanging curiosity he has towards the world around him, curiosity to know what he can get out of whatever the world wants to throw at him.

You were no exception to that rule, at first.

When he met you he wanted to get something from you. And you knew it from the start, just as he knew that you knew. And that didn’t change anything, at first.

Your relationship with him is one of dangerously playful, yet still light-hearted games of seduction, teasing and deceit; of secret kisses exchanged in expensive private rooms in restaurants or the cozy warmth of your home, of an unspoken shared respect and, most of all, complete, mutual devotion.

You know Scaramouche is not a good man. He has done many, many unspeakable things in his life as one of the Eleven, and he knows he’s far from being the perfect charming prince you could aim for, but he will never let you go. Because behind those hardened walls of egocentrism and pride, you saw what no one else bothered to see. You saw him, not the role he was playing, you saw him and fell in love with him.

“To be honest, I don’t think I could find anyone else who understands me as much as you do. And no, I’m not saying this because I want something, give me some more credit, geez...”

Songs:

soldier game -  µ’s

You'll come with me, yes? You've grown curious about my touch, yes? Then it's already love Since you're someone I must meet in battle someday, That might just be your reason It's soldier game Though we've met again, I'm soldier heart

Kowareyasuki - Guilty Kiss

Just stop it already and show your heart only to me I love your eyes that are about to cry And your defenseless, clumsy way of living too (...) The hesitation you convey makes my chest hurt Some people just don't know what such kindness is But then I discover the truth When we got together, you don't have to endure anymore Right now, show your grief only to me I like that you think too much The complete opposite of me

Shhh - SEVENTEEN

Don't think of all these as your mere illusion They're not lies that follow the moment No one can underestimate it, my feelings are an ignition 'Cause I'm always the same Me and you, we got hurt by the lies that we won't ever work But it's fate

(...)

So I can cover you from danger A consented dedication

(...)

It's as natural as breathing An everlasting dedication

Good to me - SEVENTEEN

Yeah, when you were making that sign in my heart It was a long time since my firewall broke down Pass with the password What in the world do you know about me? Are my deep feelings seen by you?

Hiraishin - Keyakizaka46

(To trust is to be betrayed, to open one’s heart is to get hurt So to avoid being struck by lightning-like sorrow…)

Which side am I picking? Ah, these values are hard to handle That’s why I won’t stop watching over you Positive positive positive You should just be yourself… I can forgive whatever absurdities you pull off I’ll support you without being noticed Even when you get nitpicked I’ll be your companion Let us now promise to live an unremarkable life hereafter What we have here is the lightning rod of love

Albedo

Falling in love with Albedo is a fairy tale-like experience for both of you. His attention had always been focused on his research, everything else fading into the background save for a few exceptions, until you came around. You, who stole all his attention by just existing. 

As an alchemist, he’s naturally the curious type. He wanted to know what about it had caught his attention, what was so special about you that had him clinging to your every word and movement every time you interacted with him. Still, human relationships are hard for him, and he figured you might go away the second he started to feel burnt out from your interactions. But you didn’t. Instead, you stayed. You stayed and took interest on what he did, asked questions, gave your insight, and dragged him to sleep when he needed a break. In exchange, he did the same for you.

Your relationship with Albedo is like one of those awkwardly sweet first time crushes. Of carefully calculated movements, dates and compliments, of soft kisses on lips, hands and cheeks, of mutual support, understanding and mature compromising and commitment.

The Kreideprinz, like everyone else, has his own fears and insecurities, especially regarding his... nature, but he does his best not to let them affect the relationship he has with you. Each moment spent by your side, even when he’s not actively doing any research, is considered perfectly spent, meaningful time.

“A long time ago, I was tasked with finding out the meaning of this world. Though I have directed my efforts and resources to looking for the answer through alchemy, ever since we met I... think, I’ve found an unexpected conclusion to said issue. While it’s likely that this is not the answer expected from me, I’m positive that, at least personally, I finally have the answer.”

Songs:

Futari Saison - Keyakizaka46

In the wind blowing through the city’s streets, even though I caught whiff of something’s scent, I had no interest in looking back

In a 1m radius around me, I formed an invisible barrier to another world And yet, you took someone like me out of it

What made you do that?

Home - SEVENTEEN

What can I do? Without you I’m just an old robot, my heart stops and it’s always cold What can we do? Without me You’ll struggle just as much, so what can we do?

Baby, I want to cherish our warmth So no one can come between us

Flower - SEVENTEEN

You taught me, you showed me You’re my only reason If you can forever remember me I can get hurt, I can get hurt

My heart that’s engraved with your light Makes me stronger Give me your sharp thorns Cause you’re my flower

Oh my! - SEVENTEEN

Sorry for repeating the same thing But this is all I can try using hard words But my true feeling is this, every everything

(...)

How about you? Is it hard for you to sleep because of me too? If you keep making my heart flutter What do I do?

Naze koi wo shite konakattan darou? - Sakurazaka46

Why hadn't I fallen in love? I've been making fun of it all this time I mean everyone keeps saying 'I love you' just like cats in heat But after falling in love I realized what people live for To meet, to love, to the point of nothing but... I'm not myself, I want to find my true self.

[hangekitty]

hey!!💞 could we get some dating nile hcs? thank you!💞💞

Nile headcanons? Absolutely!

Dating Nile Headcanons

Genre: fluff, a little bit of smut, 18+

Warnings: sex, groping, oral, age gap

Universe: canonverse

A/N: I spoke to hanni-sugar and she specified that this is a f!reader and wanted mostly fluff! I hope you like it 🌸 Listened to ‘On a Clear Day’ by Joe Hisaishi (the Kiki’s Delivery Service) on loop whilst writing this, I know its random but it just kinda feels right haha. I have a lot of love for Nile so don’t mind me. Credit to @sweetfaun for her input 😌

SFW

Just to add a little bit of back story because (why not): It’s been a couple of years since Nile’s divorce with Marie, they split on mutual terms and often find themselves enjoying each other’s company more so as friends. This fortunately means that Nile has no problems in being able to see his daughters whenever work lets him.

This also means that Nile is single and ready to start anew, no more dating and only focusing on his career; that was until you were in the picture

You are the daughter of a black smith, the very one which works with the blades that the Military use for the ODM gear. Due to this partnership, its the commander’s obligation to visit and inspect the storehouse; to see the quality of the blades, any developments and to keep a good relationship with the military’s suppliers.

Commander Nile paid a visit to your storehouse and when he laid eyes on you, he had felt a familiar feeling of butterflies in his stomach. Your father was in the back, working on some blades and you were in the front of the house, where you met the handsome (and nervous) Nile Dok.

To cut to the chase, it was you who propositioned him first, you can imagine how shocked he was at your confidence. You had dated for a couple of months until the both of you had your first kiss; and there we are with those butterflies again!

He is a little traditional, and asks for your fathers blessing to be able to court you; your father was hesitant at first but eventually gave his consent - not that it mattered, you are headstrong and would have done it with or without your fathers permission.

Not going to lie, your father was secretly happy though because Nile is an honourable commander of the military police, basically securing your future; he especially loves to see you happy so its a win win.

Back on track to the dating!!!

This man loves to be touched and to touch! His love language is being able to have his hand(s) on you at any point you’re in the room

Whether this is hand holding, keeping his hand on your back or waist, head pats, hand on your thigh (my guy LOVES your thighs) and just touching or holding anything and anywhere; he loves it.

You are the only person who is allowed to sit or lean on his desk, weirdly enough he treasures his desk and wouldn’t let just anyone use it as a leaning pole or seat.

Nile both loves and worries over how young you are; you are of course old enough to date him but being super hyper aware of your youthful looks, he didn’t want to think that he would just ‘replace his wife with a younger model’. He loves you for you, whether you’re young or not, and you certainly didn’t mind the age gap. Despite his nerves, he finds you extremely attractive and dating you is selfishly a little bit of an ego boost.

Likes to show you off at social events, he loves to spoil you and show everyone how much he loves you. (Think of that one Will Smith picture of him and his wife on the red carpet) that’s Nile with you.

He is usually a grumpy old man, but he has his goofy side that he only likes to share with you. Very mischievous!! Will play harmless pranks on you, just to make you laugh. He is certainly unafraid of being a little weird with you!

Nile very much enjoys music and will often take you to places where live bands perform; whether this is in a tavern or a full on orchestra. If he wasn’t in the military, he would have definitely wanted to become a musician (I don’t know why but I just see it).

Oh boy, if you compliment him, especially on his looks this man will melt like butter. He will certainly stutter and fluster to think up anything other than “you too” or “I-I-I um uhhh thanks I uh love you”.

That being said, he always compliments you. Wearing a new outfit? You did your hair a little differently today? IMMEDIATE compliments and he wouldn’t stop either.

Nile is a little more reserved in public, he has to keep his commander persona but he isn’t shy to be subtle with his affections; as mentioned before he likes to touch you, so in public he would keep his hand on the small of your back or have you hook your hand in his arm.

Don’t ask him about marriage, because there has been many times where he’s considered just proposing to you. Being older, in his mind he would definitely think ‘I NEED TO ASK NOW I’M OLD AND RUNNING OUT OF TIME’ but also being insecure and thinking ‘my first marriage didn’t work out, Y/N will probably leave’. - you wouldn’t but he is a worrier.

Imagine this though, when the two of you dated long enough NILE INTRODUCES YOU TO HIS DAUGHTERS. Like this would be a pretty big step for him, showing you how much he trusts and loves you; also a big gesture to how serious he is about your relationship.

His daughters instantly loving you, asking you to play dress up with them and painting. - just imagine their faces when you paint something beautiful like I can’t even, writing this makes my heart just 😩😭🌸✨

Nile booking time off work to do a family trip to the park or the city with you; his heartbeats are erratic when he sees you spoiling and being good to his daughters.

Nile’s face when someone asks him if he would have a child with you; a mixture between 😨 and 😏

He already has 3 kids, would he want to go through the worry and stress of more? In short, probably, but only if you wanted them.

His favourite time of day is dinner time; especially after having a long day at work. It’s fortunate that you live so close to the Military HQ (Stohess) that he gets to see you quite often. But if you cook him a meal, doesn’t matter that its not the fancy stuff he usually eats, if its from you then it’ll be his favourite meal.

That being said he loves sleeping next to you when you finally get to share a bed with him; morning cuddles are probably his favourite!

Nile isn’t always the most articulate with his feelings, but he is a hopeless romantic and would do and give you anything to show how much he cares. Dates (when he has time), a fancy dinner (which he said he cooked but it being way too gourmet for his abilities), random gifts of love and his personal favourite; writing letters!

It’s his job to write a lot, so he has really nice handwriting. As he isn’t good at expressing his feelings in speech, he can certainly write them down for you. He may even sprinkle in a little bit of poetry in his love letters.

He would learn how to massage you properly, despite you not being the head black smith, you still do work and after a hard day, Nile would give you the best massages. (The fact that he paid a professional masseuse to teach him how to do it just for you, speaks a thousand words)

Use pet names like “angel, sweetheart and love”. Might get a little spicy and call you a minx when you are flirting - behind closed doors that is

NSFW

Okay so in my opinion Nile in the canonverse is probably a little Vanilla, but with a twist. So he won’t have the whips and chains, but he could certainly get rough with you.

At first he would be very nervous, again mentioning the age gap he probably feels a little rusty/insecure with you. But once you’ve done it once, he gains full confidence.

Because he spends most of the day ordering people around and stressing over work, he will probably prefer to sit back a little and let you take the reins. Not to say he’s a selfish lover, he isn’t, but when he’s had a particularly bad day he’d be just happy to receive a blowjob or have some lazy sex.

Speaking of blowjobs, he loves it if he’s sat up in bed and having you lay between his legs and receiving head; it doesn’t have to be anything passionate or energetic, just feeling you around his cock so gently, is *chefs kiss*

If I am being honest, he would either go from forceful and rough to soft and romantic, there is no in between; but when he’s with you, he sees it as making love.

Is not shy to spanking, he likes to see your ass move under each slap.

Although he likes your ass, he probably is a boob guy. Don’t ask why I just get the vibe. So if you are wearing a pretty dress, or even changing clothes he would be like AWOOGA (but respectful ofc)

SOFT MORNING SEX.

He isn’t one to call you names in bed, but if he does it’ll usually be something like “Dove, Kitten or whore” so when you hear him say any of those, you know you are doing a good job

If Nile has had a particularly bad day, he will eat you out as if he’s a starving man. His favourite position is when you are sat on his desk and him sitting in his chair, eye level and lavishing you.

Desk sex is rare (in case of getting caught) but the ego boost that this man would feel would be...lets just say he gets more confident and rougher so expect a few marks after.

A/N: That’s it for now! I may have to elaborate more on Nile NSFW headcanons on another posts 🤔 OR may even write ABC’s for him! So if you want to see more of Nile, or any other character just let me know! I hope you enjoyed!

[boomerang109]

If it isn't impertinent to ask, how did you know you were non-binanry? Have you struggled with family or have they been accepting?

as long as you’re asking respectfully and because you’re actually curious, i’m happy to answer questions about any aspect of my identity. (that’s my way of saying you’re not being impertinent at all and everyone should feel free to drop into my inbox whenever they’d like)

also, warning for a long post cause i’m a wordy bitch who doesn’t know how to add a read more on mobile

so my experience is pretty much directly transposed onto aang in chapter 8 of wwda so if you’re asking about my actual thought process, you can kinda visit there. (and it occurred to me later that suki being aang’s first place of comfort could possibly fall into the ‘cis-savior trope,’ but that wasn’t my intention and simply was a reflection of the friend who most helped me with my gender crisis).

i had always known people used they/them pronouns, but i don’t think it was until i was regularly talking to friends who used those pronouns that my brain really comprehended those were an option. and i kinda was there like damn they’re so lucky they have the coolest pronouns and at some point it occurred to me that being jealous of someone’s pronouns probably wasn’t normal. and it’s definitely weird cause I’ve always personally felt that vibe of not being feminine enough OR masculine enough (not being a girly-girl or a tomboy as a kid), but i know as a kid i identified that ‘feeling like i didn’t fit in’ emotion as a sort of ‘girl power’ thing, like “I can wear dresses AND have swords!” (which i still do both, but now i know any gender can do this) whereas now i see it as being not a girl, but who knows. gender is such a social concept, i’m constantly like 🧐 what’s my gender? idfk. but another thing that did help me figure out my identity was my dysphoria (which not everybody experiences!!). i’d always thought it was an ace thing that i hated my chest, cause i didn’t understand why it was sexualized and whatnot. (but now i bind and just !!!! everytime makes me so happy, even though i rarely can cause my lungs are SHIT) but, i think most people are like connected to their bodies? and i very much just am not. that’s part of why it was so easy for me to ignore my identity cause i can put on clothes i HATE and i’ll only think about it if it’s actively uncomfortable or there’s a mirror. otherwise, i am just not aware of my body. i went most of middle school and high school not looking in the mirror and i used to say ‘what i look like is other people’s problem, not mine’ cause y’all have to look at me, i don’t. but i’m just good at ignoring things in general, from gender to sexuality to neurodivergence, i’m so busy pretending to be what i think everybody wants me to be, that i barely know who i am. also for a long time i felt really bad cause i thought i was lowkey transphobic cause i internally would invalidate non-binary identities (but out loud was always very supportive and would be mentally berating myself for being a fake ally) and uhhh. i know am aware that the only things i was transphobic about were the exact things that apply to me, so uhh. that’s just some internalized shit. also my name irl is technically gender neutral and i think i’m much closer to dressing neutral/masculine now, but people still completely identify me as female which kinda sucks. but also I’ve been performing as female for my fam so it kinda works. idk it’s all weird ngl. but the actual answer to your question was i realized it when i was ‘jealous’ of other people’s pronouns (which actually one of my friends did the same thing where they said like ‘oh you’re so lucky you get to be non-binary’ and the person they said that to had to be like, ‘if you want to be non-binary then that probably means you are’ and my friend was like 👀)

family is an interesting question cause i’m not out to them. but i also have my pronouns (they/them) in my Instagram bio and 4 of my 5 siblings are on Instagram, as well as my dad. i don’t think they’ve noticed yet. i’m very lucky in that i know my family would never kick me out or anything drastic (although i did realize that i have a piece of my bank account mentally stored for ‘if i get kicked out and need to figure shit out by myself’ which was just a strange realization) but right when i was considering coming out to my dad, he decided to make jokes about how weird they/them pronouns were. (he saw i was uncomfortable and reminded me, ‘oh, but you know i always support you’ but, i had really bad experiences with both my parents the first times i came out to them as bi and/or ace (even though they both meant well) so it’s just not something i’m looking to repeat). my mom honestly should have figured it out cause i told her about it one day when i was questioning and then refused to talk about it once i realized i was non-binary (i don’t trust her to keep a secret) but instead she just keeps teasing me for being like my one sister whenever i mention shopping for boys clothes. and since that sister was the one who ignored me for most of her teenage years, i don’t really appreciate the comparison. (also i realized that my entire fucking childhood she always always told me how grateful she was that i was a girl cause she’d always wanted a daughter. and without realizing it i think i internalized that and was like ‘yes i’ll make sure to be a daughter for sure’ even though i don’t think i am one)

and so, that was a very long way of saying, it’ll be a big blow up when i come out to my fam so i’m avoiding it (even though that means getting misgendered allll summer) as long as i can, but i do know it’ll be okay cause my family always means well underneath all the bs

but i have had a really positive time with my friends. it’s hard at university cause people will still call me she/her and i don’t have the courage to correct them, but my two friends both use she/they so they’re obviously good about it. and i got one of my friends at home to tell a bunch of my high school teachers for me cause she was emailing them and mentioned me and i was kinda like ‘hey one less coming out for me’ which was nice. and i told two other friends right before i left and they literally clapped (which i felt like was a very awkward reaction ngl, but it was nice). and one of those two kept accidentally calling me she, but would apologize when i corrected her. also i think that friend might be using she/they pronouns now too, so idk if that’s another example of me transing my friends’ genders (as i did to clara😉) or just the fact that queers find each other

i don’t know if you wanted this much detail, but i’m not really one for being concise lmao. if you were asking just out of curiosity i think i probably fulfilled that, but if you’re questioning or anything (or just curious, that’s cool too), feel free to ask more questions. i cant promise i’ll answer as quickly as i did this (cause i’m about to go pack b/c tmrw we’re going to visit my sister and her baby ☺️ so i’ll be busy prolly) but i’ll answer eventually

i hope this was helpful and/or enjoyable? if anyone actually read all of it ahdhdjsk

[smolbeandrabbles]

Black Coffee - Nolan Sorrento x Reader (Ready Player One)

GIF Credit: X

@mandy23b​ @wltz-bby​ @happyskywhale​ #MendoTagSquad!

Nolan Sorrento + 15 - “I’d kill for a coffee... literally.” Yo @mendelskrull -  I remember a tag of yours once saying that you also love the CEO x PA trope, so I went full on with this! Please enjoy! 😘❤

Author’s Note: I think this was originally just meant to be a cute watching him make coffee scenario and then I kind kept building on it and now we have this. I’m really coming into my own with writing for him - considering how hard it’s been for me in the past...  Anyway, I really like this one. It was a lot of fun!

Disclaimer: RPO Characters not mine / lyrics not mine / gif credit as appropriate (Thanks again Joss!)

Premise: As much as you like bringing coffee to your CEO, it’s just as enjoyable when he returns the favour. Maybe you can persuade him that it’s not the only thing that can wake him up this morning... 

Words: 2580

Warnings: sexual connotations

_________ Day dreamin', chain smokin' Always laughin', always jokin' I remain the same Did I tell you that I love you? Brush your teeth and pour a cup of Black coffee out - I love to watch you do that every day The little things that you do Each moment is new Freeze the moment Each moment is cool Freeze the moment I wouldn't wanna be Anywhere else but here I wouldn't wanna change Anything at all

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Both of you were rushing. You weren’t exactly sure why, because the CEO of IOI was never late for anything, not even a supplier meeting – even when he was probably running five minutes behind schedule. You might shoulder the blame for trying to catch him just before he ought to be heading to it, but a certain someone decided to drag you into his office for a makeout session and now had to run halfway across the building to his meeting room. With you giving chase if only to go through what you ACTUALLY had to remind him of, and what you’d tried to catch him for in the first place. Eventually Nolan realised the same as you – he couldn’t be late! - and slowed down; heck, he didn’t want to turn up to a meeting out of breath as it was, that would raise a bunch of awkward questions. So you actually got to tick things off your list as he instructed you. And finally you got to the one you were the most curious about; “Oh! Nolan! Why does your dentist keep ringing? It’s the 5th time this week!” You’d had the note on your desk for the past few weeks, but it was always something he’d get to - you were started to get annoyed at having to pick up the phone to them. His face flushed, “Oh don’t worry about it!” “Well I do worry when I ring back and they’ll only talk to you!” You narrowed your eyes at him, “I’m your assistant Nolan, it’s literally my job to book things like this-!” “It’ll be okay!” He waved away your suggestion. “Really? Nolan! What are you doing to your teeth-?!” “Nothing-!” But his voice pitched and you reckoned that couldn’t be further from the truth. “Your teeth are fine the way they are! I like them...” Then your head tilted, “Well, okay, maybe if you smoked a little less.” He scoffed, giving you a sharp look, “That’s enough outta you!” But you thought it was important to also keep his health at the forefront of your mind. Nolan’s smoking habit was casual, but he still did it.

As you rounded the corner to the meeting room Nolan stopped dead, and it became clear that he hadn’t made a note of exactly what he was about to walk into. “Oh god who invited them-!” No, they certainly weren’t one of his favourite vendors, he’d made that apparent when he asked you to book it in. “Uhhh, it’s been on your calendar for like 2 weeks.” “Really?!” “Mhm - I did remind you yesterday morning.” “I was a little... distracted yesterday morning.” He better not have been blaming you again. “Uh huh.” You pushed the folder in your hands into his arms, and waited for his hesitant hands to take it, this was only one part of what he needed and you needed Nolan to focus on you right now so you could hand it all over, “Go get ‘em.” It was at least a little sarcastic, he would hate every second. “Oh god…” He blew out a breath, free hand to his forehead, “I’d kill for a coffee... literally.” - yeah, it’d be them being killed, too. “Black?” It was like an instant response, with a soft smile  He smiled, “You know my order by now, c’mon.” “Well,” you grinned “just wanted to check you didn’t want it extra strong-!” You knew how much Nolan hated this particular group of suppliers. “Ehh, good call, wouldn’t go amiss-!” “Will you need anything else, Sir?” You handed his tablet over, files he’d need for the meeting already pulled up, awaiting him to call upon them. “No, thank you Y/N, this should be sufficient.” You smiled sweetly, the gentle touch to his arm encouraging, “You’ve got this.” His hand hovered over yours for a minute, but he didn’t touch you – remembering himself, “I surely have.” You liked the confidence in his smile. You gave a nod, turning to leave and then back to him; “Should I get one for anyone else?” For one, you knew that to bring him one you would have to walk into the meeting with it – and people would become curious as to why they weren’t all being offered coffee. Nolan immediately scoffed; “NO.” You sighed, knowing that was hardly the way to treat important guests even if he despised them, “I’ll have some sent up and I’ll go out for yours.” He nodded in agreement, “This is the kind of thinking I hired you for, right?” There was a sudden glint in your eyes that made Nolan shiver; “Sure, if that’s what you tell yourself.” But immediately that sugar sweet smile was back “I’ll make sure I don’t send up the good coffee!” Then you winked, “Have a good meeting, Sir.” You got halfway down the corridor before you remembered one last important thing coming up; and luckily, as you expected, Nolan was watching you leave. He always was predictable. “Oh! You’re ready for the conference next week, right?” “Yeah! Yeah! It’s gonna be a good one - presentation and notes being reviewed as we speak-!” “As long as you’re on top of things-!” You nodded and turned to go make him coffee, but Nolan called you back. “Oh! Y/N!” “Mhm?” “You are coming to the conference with me, right? I’m gonna need someone to keep track of things for me...” You smiled “Yes, I’m going with you. That is my job, Sir.” Nolan nodded, mind already wandering, “Good... that’s good.” “Anything else?” “No, no, Y/N - carry on-!”

 *** The conference was four days long, starting on a Sunday of all days. Which meant you both arrived on Saturday, to give you a day to settle in. Two rooms were always booked, only one was ever used. You thought you were either IOI’s best kept, or worst kept, secret. No one ever acted like they knew, or even hinted it – but it wasn’t like Nolan made anything about his flirting or checking you out subtle. You’d seen him lean back in his chair with a raised eyebrow, rolling his tongue over his bottom lip at your too high heels and too short skirt before (not that you thought these things, but occasionally some of the bitches that worked here would make comments of their own.). Not that you minded, half of your work wardrobe you picked out and wore for him. The first day had been a lot of fun, he’d had a few client meetings, but aside from that, it had been wandering around stands and prospecting. IOI had their own of course, and Nolan had spent a long time making sure it was perfect, before thanking everyone manning it for being here. He of course was giving a workshop of his own – not only that, but he was Tuesday’s keynote speaker. A very important role. You were here to make sure everything ran smoothly, that Nolan was where he was supposed to be at the right times, that he had everything he needed and that you were picking up all his emails & calls whilst he was busy. Such was your role as his PA. But a role you couldn’t have enjoyed more if you’d tried. You liked reading emails to him out loud in your most sarcastic tone depending on what people had sent him, and Nolan would ask you to type his reply just as sarcastically, which most of the time would have you in stitches. Before he had enough of you standing around in his button up and dragged you to bed for something he would consider far more fun. With Sunday out of the way, and Monday consisting of a celebrity Keynote, and some workshops Nolan wished to attend himself – you weren’t that bothered about settling into your day until this afternoon, where you’d have to set the room up for him. Although you were checking in with IOI news as he got ready, enjoying the background noise of him pacing the room to get washed and dressed; the scratch of his razor against his skin, the slide of silk tie against cotton shirt, click of watch strap into place. “How we doing?” “Stock is up.” You mumbled, smiling gently as he leant over to kiss your shoulder, “…Matthew’s rerun sales numbers and they’re better than projected… uhm, Carlo says there’s a routine system upgrade tomorrow but you should know about it?” “UH. I think I remember him mentioning, it yeah…” You glanced at him over your shoulder as he neatened his hair in the mirror. That kind of response meant that Nolan didn’t have a clue, you rolled your eyes, typical. At least you were on top of things. “Also…” You rolled yourself in the sheets so you were facing the end of the bed and the wider room where he was, “I need to run through your day, even though I’ve pinged it to your calendar, so I know that I’ve told you-!” Nolan chuckled, crossing the room to the coffee machine, “You don’t trust me, huh?” “You wouldn’t want me to be honest, would you sir?” You were lucky that raise a smirk rather than an upset look – he knew you were teasing. He poured – Nolan had this very meticulous slow pour, and always bit his lip when he concentrated on it. As his name would suggest – he would insist that Italian coffee was the only good coffee, and when he made it the way that he did, you weren’t about to disagree with him. You groaned from the bed watching him, even the position he stood in gave you all the lines of his body under that sharp suit. Apparently it was a little louder than you expected by the way he turned to you with a smirk; “You okay over there, darling?” It was your turn to bite your lip as he stirred in just the correct amount of sugar for you, and a dash of milk – you were not the black coffee drinker here. “I would be if you came back to bed.” “Oh no…” Nolan’s voice was sultry as he walked back over, holding the mug out for you he ran a hand through your hair, just enough of a tug to force you to look up at him. Your lips parted and his blue eyes flashed, “I should let you recover from last night.” You shivered in delight at the way he was looking at you, and your body was already telling you that recovery was the last thing it wanted. You took the cup quickly, clearing your throat and looking away from him as you blushed. “J-Just let me tell you your schedule!” “Oh my god, will you just stop until I’ve had some of this.” He waved his hand and slid back over to the machine to pour his own – straight black, with no sweetness. The kind of coffee a ruthless CEO would drink. You knew there was a lot of sweetness under there, he just didn’t show it to anyone else. Nolan came back and sat beside you, sipping his coffee thoughtfully and nodding along as you relayed the schedule to him – propped up on one arm as you read from the tablet. Every so often he had several presentations at the same time that he’d have to choose from, or some that might conflict with client meetings; “You can send someone else to the meeting… or… I could go to the workshop for you and report back?” He regarded you with playful curiosity; “Oh? You’d be interested in some of these?” “They do sound rather good – yeah.” You blinked up at him, “You’re a little more interesting.” “Oh really?” Nolan grinned, taking a gulp of coffee and leaning over your shoulder to pick some out with your help. Eventually you had three days’ worth of scheduling down (for him and yourself), and if he wanted to go to the keynote and his first workshop he ought to be leaving your side right now. Instead he was taking his time, sweet talking you and finishing his coffee. With his casual string of flirting, and your body still telling you to drag him back to bed and relieve him of that suit and tie, you couldn’t help but nearly beg him to stay. You couldn’t even talk for fear of what might come out of your mouth, only sipping your coffee as you listened to him. Watching the nuances of his face, and the way he moved his hands; Nolan had a lot of ticks and tells – and they all meant something different. It was as much your job to read these as his employee, as it was your job as his lover. But each one was fascinating – and today every movement was the story of a man that couldn’t leave; but knew he should. You took your final sip and placed the mug on the floor before looking back to him; “Nolan.” “Yes?” “Don’t you think you should be heading off?” Nolan hesitated, as if that didn’t say everything; “…Kicking me out now?” “I just don’t want to see the CEO I’m looking after be reprimanded for being late.” He tipped his mug back and set it, empty, next to yours. “Well, my PA probably has a point…” He straightened his cuffs and brushed himself down, before turning to you. But he paused and this was a fatal mistake. You’d had enough – and Nolan was hesitating – you reached out and grabbed his tie, tugging him to your lips. The sheets slipped from your body and he covered you instead – causing your needy sigh against his lips. “Y- Y/N…” He swallowed hard, “If you’re so insistent I go, then I really should.” But you were both playing the game of who could hold out the longest – who would be the one to say it? Truth was you weren’t so concerned with winning the game – just with having him back between your thighs under the sheets. “Just come back to bed... it’s not that important, right?”  Nolan scoffed, but his hands were already finding yours, and he wasn’t using them to hinder your progress on his tie; “You’re the one who spent the last 30 minutes telling me how important my schedule is.” “As if you don’t change it on me last minute all the time when we’re in the office?” You raised an eyebrow and mocked his voice; “OH, Y/N, really – please, not this meeting. Push it out.” He growled, displeased, before claiming your lips roughly again, “If I wasted good coffee for nothing.” “I got to watch you make it, certainly not a waste of anything.” You pulled him back so that you could taste him; it almost tasted better from his kisses than it did from a cup. “Oh? Do you get off on that?” You gave him a wink, “It’s the little pleasures, Nolan Sorrento. About time someone taught you that…” He laid you back properly, placing a kiss to your neck, and again to your shoulder. “Well, I would like to learn…” His hands ran smoothly down your body and you sighed against the travel, “Maybe you could be my first workshop of the day.” You smirked, winding your arms around him and running your hands into his hair; “Gladly, Mr.Sorrento.” As it turned out the conference that morning wasn’t so important after all.

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7/16 - Nearly at the halfway point!!! Thank you for requesting! 💙 Thank YOU for reading! 😘😘

[thedeliverygod]

Oh hey it’s the father/son feels that I promised

Promises Kept

AO3|ff.net

“Hey, Yukine.” Yato called to get his attention and then nodded towards the door, “Let’s go walk for a bit.”

The blonde boy stared at him blankly for a moment from the other side of the table before answering, “Uhhh, sure.”

Hiyori also shifted, starting to stand up as she announced, “I’ll come with you.”

“Actually, I kind of wanted it to just be us two.” Yato answered softly, immediately defending, “No offense to you or anything, Hiyori. It’s just work related and it’ll probably be boring for you and—”

She waved her hands for him to stop as she sat back down, though the disappointment was clear on her face, “I understand.”

“We can do something together while they’re gone.” Nora, recently re-named Hiroko by Kofuku, suggested from the other side of Yukine.

Hiyori smiled widely, “That sounds great, Hiiro-chan!”

Yato narrowed his eyes and looked between them, “Since when are you two all buddy buddy?”

“A lot happened while you were gone.” The older girl huffed in response as she crossed her arms and he merely let out a sigh.

Yukine shook his head, adding in a mumble, “You got that right…”

“Well if you two are going to go out,” Daikoku reached into his pocket and held out money to Hiroko, “Here’s some spending money.”

She tilted her head and stated, “I have some from working in the shop, that should be enough.”

Daikoku shook his head and continued holding it out, “I insist! Right, Kofuku?”

“Yes, yes! Please take the money Hiiro-chan, we want to spoil you and Hiyorin.” Kofuku cooed and latched onto Hiyori, who gave a soft laugh in response.

Hiroko shrugged and took the money, pocketing it as she answered, “Alright, I guess.”

“You never offer me any spending money!” Yato quickly whined in response and Daikoku glared back.

“You never do anything around here and you’re not my kid. If you weren’t taking care of Yukine, your ass would be back out on the streets.”

Yato ran a hand through his hair and shrugged, “Fine, fine.”

“Funny how I’ve only lived here for about a month now and yet I’m the favorite sibling once again.” Hiroko commented smugly as she looked back towards Yato.

“Shut up, Hiiro. You don’t have to rub it in.” He pouted at her which only made her grin grow wider. Groaning, he finally stood up and waved, “C’mon, Yukine. Let’s get going.”

“Okay.” He nodded and followed after him, stopping to wave behind him, “See you later everyone!”

“Bye, Yukine-kun!” “Bye, Yukki!” A chorus of goodbyes rang out as he continued to make his way towards the front door to put his shoes on.

By the time he had made it outside, Yato was already waiting outside of the front gate. “Are you in a hurry or something?” He did a small jog to catch up with him, swinging open the gate.

“Not really a hurry, but what I want to talk to you about… I can’t say around Daikoku. And Hiyori technically shouldn’t hear about it either, even though she knows about the subject.” Yato kept walking, his face turning serious and Yukine’s small smile dropped.

“Oh. That.” He put his hands in his pockets and bit his lip, walking after him in silence before more apologies start flooding out of him again, “Listen, Yato. I’m really sorry about everything—”

The god put his hand on Yukine’s shoulder and shook his head, “This isn’t about what happened with you, but it’s related. This is actually something that happened to me a long, long time ago; when I was just a kid. It’s something I haven’t told anyone.”

Yukine’s lips parted in surprise as he questioned back, “Really?”

“Why do you look so surprised? It’s not like this is the first secret I’ve trusted you with.” Yato tilted his head as he looked back at him.

“Yeah, I know.” Yukine shrugged, “But it still doesn’t make it any less surprising when you do. You’re kinda… touchy about your past, to put it lightly. Not that I don’t understand why.”

Yato let out a breath and admitted, “Yeah, well, what I’m about to tell you is probably a big reason of why I’m like that.”

“I’m guessing it’s about Fa—I mean, your dad…” The younger boy cringed and shook his head fiercely, “Sorry, I really hate that I ever called him that. And that it still somehow manages to slip out.”

“I mean, join the club.” He gave a small laugh in response and ruffled Yukine’s hair, “It’s not exactly like I’ve enjoyed calling him my dad, either. It’s okay.” He motioned towards one of the park benches, “Anyway, let’s sit down.”

“Okay.” Yukine followed suite, sitting on the other side of the bench and angling himself towards Yato as he waited patiently for him to start.

“So I don’t really have to explain my dad’s goals and wants since I’m sure you’re painfully aware of it yourself now,” He looked away as he began, eventually drifting back to Yukine, “So from the very beginning, Dad made sure no one got in his way or gave me any sort of ideas that contradicted what he was trying to teach me. I was only allowed to speak to him and Hiiro, absolutely no one else. And what I used to do to people, I… I was taught it was a game. Something that me and Hiiro played together. And the more people I killed, the happier he was. At the time, I didn’t really know or feel it was wrong, but I did it purely because I absolutely loved the praise that we got in return for it.”

He looked up to see Yukine watching him, frowning, but still intently listening so he continued. “Anyway, one day I was just sort of messing around and there was a girl who came up a little bit older than Hiyori who asked if I was a god and if I could name her. Since I wasn’t allowed to talk to other people, I just ignored her. But I was curious, so I asked dad that night if there were shinki with no names. I didn’t know it at the time, but doing that pretty much set her up for disaster from the beginning.”

“So I happened to run into her again the next day and noticed she had quite a bit of blight, so I took her to a spring. Once she realized I was trying to help, she asked for my name but I wasn’t supposed to talk to her so, I wrote it in the dirt and… Believe it or not, that’s how I got the name Yato. All because she misread it.” He rested his elbow against the top of the bench and put his chin in his palm, laughing.

“So that’s where it came from!” Yukine reacted in awe before realizing quietly, “So, this girl must be someone really important, huh?”

“She was.” Yato nodded, “After a bit of begging… I named her: Sakura. So as you know now, when a god names a shinki, they see memories of their past life. For some reason, that didn’t happen with Hiiro. So with Sakura, I freaked out. I ended up tossing her weapon form into that spring and I didn’t come back for three days.”

The younger boy jumped up and yelled in disbelief, “Three days!? Yato, you’re awful!”

“I was a kid and I didn’t know what the hell was happening, I’m sorry!” He immediately defended back, sighing, “The worst part is, I knew I couldn’t talk to Dad about it and because Sakura was afflicting me, it got Hiiro in trouble too. So I went back as soon as I realized I needed to fix things between us. From there, Sakura taught me a few hard lessons. I had always been told I could do whatever I want, so she quickly corrected a lot of my behaviors. But it wasn’t all serious; she spent a decent amount of time just playing with me too. And unfortunately… I translated that over to the other type of playing one night.”

“Oh…” Yukine sank back down onto the bench.

“She was horrified and naturally stung me right away. I tried to go after her but I was in agony and not long after I passed out and woke up back at home. As soon as I could I went looking for her and found her at one of Tenjin’s shrines. We made up and she started teaching me more and more about people. What they were really like, not the dark creatures Dad had always described them to be. Eventually I was starting to get conflicted feelings since I wanted to make my dad happy, but I didn’t want to hurt Sakura either.”

“One day, Hiiro came in full of blight so I took her to same spring where I met Sakura and they finally bumped into each other. It was pretty casual at first but Hiiro started asking questions that relate to the god’s greatest secret. It started effecting Sakura pretty quickly and I knew deep down that it was bad, but no one had ever told me about it before. Hiiro pressed me to say Sakura’s real name, saying father said to do it, and that was it…”

Yukine was gripping the side of the bench, horrified and angered at the same time.

“Before you go thinking any bad thoughts, Hiiro didn’t know any better back then. She was just as surprised as I was at what happened.” Yato waved a finger at him to get his attention.

The blonde sighed, “I figured as much…” Taking another moment, he asked quietly, “If you don’t mind me asking… what was her name?”

“Tamanone.” Yato answered just as quietly.

Not missing the familiar ‘ne’ at the end, Yukine asked, “Everything goes back to her, huh?”

A tear finally made its way down the gods cheek and he nodded, “Yeah. More than you know.”

“I’m really sorry that I put you through something like that again.” Yukine quickly started getting teary eyed as well and Yato motioned him forward.

Enveloping him into a tight hug which Yukine returned with a small one, Yato rested his chin on the younger boys head, “You’re safe now. That’s all I care about.”

After a minute or two of shared sniffling, Yukine asked in a muffled voice, “I do have one question though.”

Yato let go of him and slid backward, looking at him curiously, “What is it?”

“If Sakura-san already taught you all that, why were you such a pain in the ass when I first became your shinki?” He laughed through his tears and the god laughed as well.

“Old habits die hard, teenage rebellion that never ended, I don’t even know. But I swear I’ve got it down pact now, promise.” Yato grinned and leaned forward to ruffle his hair again.

“You better.” Yukine smiled and wiped at his eyes, “Though I expect you’ll always be somewhat of a pain in the ass.”

“And the same to you.” He nodded towards him, “But I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

[acotartogfan]

could you do #2 Rowaelin por favor??

Baby, You’re Like Lightning in a Bottle

Inspired by: ‘I Like Me Better’ cover by Jaehyun.

Prompt: You’re just as bad as the rest of them.”

I recommend listening to ‘Best Part’ by Daniel Caesar, ‘Electric Love’ by BØRNS, ‘Welcome to New York’ by Taylor Swift, and ‘I Like Me Better’ by Lauv. (in that particular order, although I don’t know how fast y’all read.)

“Psst, Rowan. Wake up,” Aelin gently shook her partner-in-crime awake. Said male muttered something unintelligible and rolled away from her, legs becoming tangled in the sheets. Aelin wrinkled her nose in annoyance and shook him harder.

“Aelin, what do you need? It’s─”

“Do you want to climb the Brooklyn Bridge with me?”

“It’s one in the morning, Aelin. What business do you have climbing─”

“Okay, it’s settled. We’re going. ” she chirped.

Rowan groaned.

A half hour later, Aelin pulled a sleepy Rowan out of their apartment, jamming the button on the elevator. He muttered a low string of curses.

“Where are we supposed to get breakf─”

“I have them packed in my backpack, here.” Aelin turned around and patted said backpack cheerfully.

Rowan only scrubbed at his face tiredly. “Do you happen to have coffee with you?”

Aelin reached into her backpack and pulled out a thermos that looked way too big for the size of the backpack. Rowan gratefully accepted it, flicking it open without any preamble and gulped down the warm drink, feeling the liquid stream into his throat. Aelin’s voice snapped him out of his listless state. She pulled him by the arm into the elevator forcefully, almost causing him to choke on his drink.

“Wait─”

“Let’s go.”

Rowan couldn’t argue as he allowed himself to be dragged into the elevator, and back out again once they had reached the ground floor. Aelin skipped happily in front of him while he stumbled out, nearly managing to trip on his feet while doing so. Two hours of sleep could do that to a person.

Aelin practically threw open the doors to their apartment building, and a cold wind swept through the foyer, whooshing into Rowan’s lungs. The opened doors revealed a cacophony of sounds, blurring lights, and the wide expanse of the night sky.

“Ready?” Aelin took his hand, looking back and beamed, her expression brightening up the dark room. Rowan’s mood instantly lifted─ she was like his personal brand of serotonin. She brought joy.

“As I’ll ever be.”

New York was called the Sleepless City for a reason, Rowan realized now.  The city truly, never slept. Even in the early hours of the morning, (or what Aelin liked to call morning), there was no shortage of cars speeding on highways and no hesitation to honk loudly at others.

Hand in hand, Aelin and Rowan strolled through downtown, eating croissants Aelin had packed for the road. The hazy light from the overhead street lamps illuminated the sidewalk enough that the pair could see where they were walking. The cold night breeze ruffled through Rowan’s hair and he closed his eyes, breathing in deeply.

A voice interrupted his reverie. “What are you thinking about?” A curious voice beside him asked.

“Oh, nothing really. It’s nice to be outside at this time of day.”

Aelin hummed in agreement, then realized he was joking. She shoved his arm, and he fell to the side, his laughter ringing throughout the empty sidewalks. “Ugh,” she rolled her eyes and Rowan chuckled. “Stop it,” she laughed, despite herself and this only made Rowan laugh harder.

Eventually, they both ended up gasping for breath, clutching their chests and laughing some more at random intervals. Once finally having regained their breath, they continued along, occasionally pointing out personal landmarks. “See there,” Aelin pointed to a dimly lit bench by the riverside. “Remember that really good donut we had?” Rowan chuckled. “And then that seagull snatched it out of your hands.”

“That was an accident! It happened in a split second! I had no control whatsoever.” she squawked indignantly.

Rowan cracked a smile.

The pair chatted comfortably, with, of course, occasional bouts of laughter filling the space. Aelin suddenly skidded to a halt. The wall of buildings had finished, leaving only the riverside, and, the Brooklyn Bridge. “There it is!” she pointed. Its lights were shining brightly, the river’s reflections rippling and bouncing its light back and off. Cars and freight trains honked loudly on its belly, all while the bridge stood mighty and strong. It was truly a sight to behold.

Aelin beamed at the bridge and raised her head to breathe in the crisp night air.

Her smile alone brought him joy. He felt the corners of his mouth twitch upwards involuntarily.

Aelin turned around, laughing─ and grabbed Rowan’s hand before he had a chance to react─ pulling him closer towards the bridge.

Rowan laughed along with her and let himself be dragged to their destination.

The pair arrived, breathless, at the start of the bridge. Aelin purposely stepped onto the divide between the concrete of ground and the cement of the bridge, where there was a clear line between the two shades of grey. A smile graced her lips.

Rowan followed her movement. Clasping hands, they gazed towards the top of the bridge. Dazed by adrenaline, he asked, “How are we going to get up there?” He was expecting a practical answer.

Aelin, being Aelin, simply responded with: “We climb.”

Rowan’s eyes bulged out of their sockets. “W-what?”

She had to be kidding.

“Yep! I did this once in graduate school,” she answered confidently. “It’s easy.”

“B-but-”

“No if’s, and’s, or but’s! Let’s get going!” She skipped ahead.

There was no way this was happening. “Aelin, slow down. Let’s think this through. Be reasonable-”

“Why be reasonable when you can be impulsive? It takes all the fun out of it!” She laughed.

Aelin jogged ahead, leaving Rowan to trail behind. She raised her head to look at the cables supporting the bridge, counting them, apparently, as she walked.

“I remember it was the 11th cable from the start…”

“Aelin…” he tried.

“Or was it the fourteenth?” She paused to think for a second. “Ah, nevermind. I’ll just call her.”

“It’s two in the morning!”

The phone was already ringing. Rowan sighed and shook his head.

Aelin raised the phone to her ear. A sleepy voice answered from the other end. “Aelin?”

“Heyyy! How’ve you been? Remember when we climbed the Brooklyn Bridge in graduate school? Do you remember which cable to start climbing from?”

Aelin didn’t leave any time for the other person on the phone to answer her questions.

Rowan pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes.

“Uhhh… I believe it was the eighth one. Be careful, please.” The person on the other end sounded flustered at first, but seemed to collect themselves quickly.

“I will! Let’s catch up for coffee sometime! It was nice talking to you again! Goodnight!”

Aelin hung up. “So she said it was the eighth cable.” Walking a little further, she reached it. “Oh! Found it!”

“I really don’t think it’s a good-”

“Trust me! It’ll be fun. You won’t regret it, I promise.” She winked at him.

Rowan felt something flutter in his chest.

And, all of a sudden, Aelin was climbing.

Realizing nothing was going to stop her, he followed. “Wait for me!”

Rolling her eyes, Aelin looked back from where she was already standing on the wires. “Well, hurry up then!” she huffed. An unexpected wave of excitement swept through him, leaving him slightly breathless.

Rowan rolled his eyes. “I’m coming.”

Turns out, climbing the Brooklyn bridge was a lot easier than expected. They ascended quite quickly, climbing the three large metal poles that connected the frames of the bridge together. There were even “railings” as Aelin liked to call them, on either side of each pole so they could hold on to them. It was like the bridge was made for climbing. The idea shocked him. He sounded like Aelin.

Eventually, they both reached the top of the bridge, breathless and wide-eyed. Rowan inhaled a shaky breath. He did not like heights. And it didn’t help that Aelin liked to tease him about it every chance she got. He rolled his eyes involuntarily at the thought of it.

The chilly night air blew about the two, and they stepped off their respective poles and sat down together on the flat surface of the bridge’s frame. Aelin produced a giant blanket from the inside of her backpack, leaving Rowan to wonder how she got it to fit in there in the first place and still have room for other things.

“Here.” Aelin patted the spot beside her on the blanket. Rowan hadn't even realized he had zoned out. Now, they finally had a chance to gaze upon the spectacular view of the city. It was truly breathtaking.

The city that never sleeps.

New York City held true to its name.

The city spread out like a fan, lights twinkling for as far as the eye could see as cars raced loudly below them. The large expanse of the night sky seemed to keep watch of the city and all its twinkling lights. It was almost as if the difference between the sky and the city was undistinguishable. At least, that’s how it seemed to him.

Rowan inhaled a lungful of crisp air. “The air is so much cleaner up here.”

Aelin giggled softly. “Away from all of the pollution down there, I guess,” she mockingly gestured with distaste to the honking cars below them.

Rowan laughed, the sound filtering through the air. The city seemed so far away, yet only a hands-breadth away. Adrenaline hurtled through his veins. Turning his head to look at Aelin, he caught a glimpse of her grin. A radiant smile was the one she currently wore and it alone shone infinitely brighter than all the city lights combined.

“Your smile is…” he trailed off in loss of words to describe it.

“Radiant? Incandescent? Bioluminescence?”

“Bioluminescence? Aelin-” he broke off exasperatedly.

“Ugh. You’re just as bad as the rest of them.” She waved him off and he laughed. “I know.” She finished exasperatedly. “I was just toying with you.”

A beat of silence passed. Then, the inevitable question. He was the first to ask, this time.

“Did you bring any food?”

“Of course! I’m not an animal.” Aelin rolled her eyes at him and dug through the contents of her backpack.

“You must’ve packed everything but the kitchen sink.”

“How could I not?” Rowan could hear the smirk in her voice. “Here,” she produced two cups and a mystery box. “Root beer and muffins.” Rowan opened the box happily.

“ Oh! And I have hot chocolate in a thermos and sandwiches for later, if you want.” She added, as an afterthought.

Rowan raised a single eyebrow at her in question. “Rootbeer?” He held the two-litre bottle up.

She shrugged in deference. “I had it last time I came up here. It reminds me of that time. I really like it.” Aelin smiled fondly at the memory.

They ate their food in pleasant silence, letting the wind whip through their hair and clothes. Rowan adjusted his beanie.

“I feel like I could reach and touch the stars.” She blurted out suddenly.

“Me too,” he said softly, a smile creeping onto his face.

Aelin giggled, the sound escaping her suddenly. Her giggles turned into sudden fits of laughter and soon, Rowan found himself laughing, too.

Aelin was still wiping tears of laughter off her face when he asked, still breathless, “What’s so funny?” Another little laugh escaped him.

Aelin turned to look at him. “I just had a wild idea.”A devilish smirk rose up on her face. “Wanna watch the sunrise with me?”

PS: I don’t know anything about New York’s geography and I’m too lazy to really do extensive research on it so I apologize if things aren’t entirely accurate. Hope you enjoyed!

Taglist: @afifthofvodka @sjm-things

[cozyteez]

prince!yunho, II.

"... i am proud to be heir to the throne of this kingdom, and i will do everything i can and more to make sure that narameth is proud to have me as their prince."

yunho set the speech down on the table in front of him and immediately began to pace back and forth

"what are you doing?"

xenia was leaned back in her chair, watching him shake his hands as if there were bugs all over them. with only two days left before the big day, he was beginning to feel a little bit anxious and the run-through he just did made it all little too real for him

"huh?"

he kept walking, inhaling, shaking, walking, exhaling

"that. with your hands."

yunho looked down and stopped shaking them, but immediately began to rub them down his pants

"i think i'm starting to get nervous about all of this...."

"you'll be fine, trust me. the speech is great, everyone already thinks you're great, it'll be great."

yunho just sort of nodded, obviously too lost in his thoughts to really listen. xenia saw this and began to quickly brainstorm ways to take his mind off of it completely

"you know what? how about afterwards i make sure my schedule is totally clear and i get my father to leave out a cake recipe for us in the kitchen. we can bake you a birthday cake, then eat it for dinner, and maybe watch some movies too?"

he took one last deep breath and finally stopped pacing

"that sounds nice"

"now," she quickly gathered her things and stood up "i'm going to go to bed because i've been awake for 17 hours, and i think you should too"

yunho nodded as he started to calm down, she was right. maybe he should sleep it off.

-

three hours later he's tossing and turning in his bed, trying anything to make his brain just shut up. it was like he was arguing with himself except he didn't even want to. he just wanted to sleep.

'it's gonna be fine, the speech was approved by the advising panel and they said it was great'

'yeah, but what if you mess it up? or it flies off the podium while you deliver it? then what?'

'i can just memorize the speech, it's pretty short and i did write it after all...'

'yeah okay hotshot, do you remember the first time you gave a presentation? your forgot your own name'

'everybody already likes me and they know i'm young, they'll be forgiving if i mess up a little bit'

'they don't even know you. they'll think you're unfit to be king and -'

that's when he swung his feet over the side of his bed and almost mindlessly went down one floor and to the left, straight to xenia's room without a second thought

as kids they'd always sneak into each other's rooms and stay up late, often falling asleep together only to be found the next morning by a caretaker or one of their parents. the first time it happened it was yunho who snuck into xenia's room, and that almost caused a lot more trouble than what it was worth. almost.

he was only 6 and the caretaker went to wake him up the morning after he snuck out, but his bed unmade and he wasn't anywhere to be seen. to this day, nobody has ever seen the queen more upset than she was that morning when the caretaker came rushing into the breakfast room yelling 'the prince is gone! the prince is gone!'

so the queen, the king, the caretaker, and pretty much all available castle staff began searching everywhere for yunho. they closed off all entrances and exits to the castle, nobody was allowed in or out until the prince was found

meanwhile, xenia's mother had gone to go wake her daughter and when she opened the door and turned the light on, she immediately got the nearest staff to fetch the king and queen. she had found yunho sound asleep with his thumb in his mouth curled up in the corner of her daughter's bed, who was somehow sprawled out over most of it despite how small her 6-year-old body was

the queen rushed into the room and scooped up yunho, who immediately wrapped himself around his her and stuck his thumb back into his mouth, too tired from staying up so late to realize what was happening

over breakfast their parents gave them a rather stern talking to about how it's not okay to leave without anybody knowing where you go, because then everyone will think something bad happened

so two days later when yunho really wanted to play a game after bedtime, he simply found some paper and a crayon and left a note regarding his whereabouts before happily setting off to his friend's room

'i am going two nias room. i am safe. love, yunho'

and now yunho's at xenia's door, palms sweaty and hands shaky, about to do the same secret knock they developed almost 15 years ago

as expected, she takes a while to answer. he knew she'd be asleep and began to feel a little bit guilty when he heard her groan and drag her sleepy body across her room

"you better be dying or i - hey, what's wrong?"

yunho begins a rapid fire that xenia was not ready for of all his apprehensions and worries about the speech and how it'll be perceived. he followed xenia back to her bed while she tried her best to let him know she was (sort of) listening by sprinkling in some "yeah"s and "uh huh"s for every couple of sentences that came out of yunho's mouth.

xenia crawled onto her side of the bed as yunho got onto his, still going on about every possible thing that could go wrong

finally, xenia had enough and cut him off

"so why are you here again?"

"well... because i can't sleep, so -"

"well, i can. so just sleep here and don't wake me up again or i'm going to be tried for treason because i killed narameth's only heir to the throne"

"oh. sorry...."

"don't be sorry just be quiet"

so they laid there in silence, xenia taking mere seconds to fall back asleep as yunho laid on his back and stared at the ceiling. his hands were resting on top of his torso and he tried to match his breathing to hers, thinking it would somehow make him sleepy

eventually the voices in his head did die down as exhaustion fogged his brain, and he was finally able to fall asleep

-

the next morning yunho wasn't at breakfast. usually the king would ask someone to go wake him up, but today the queen had managed to convinced him otherwise

"let him sleep darling, i'm sure he needs it. slow day today anyways"

an hour goes by and there's still no sign of yunho, so the queen goes to wake him up herself only to find his bed and room empty, the same way she'd found it many times before

she smiled a bit to herself as she walked down to xenia's room, happy that yunho still seems to have a best friend in her despite the fact that both of their lives have gotten exponentially more busy and exhausting over the last couple of years

the queen gently knocked on the door once, twice, then three times before leaning against it

"xenia? sweetheart? is yunho in there with you?"

as soon as she was done talking she heard something heavy hit the ground, followed by xenia's undeniable laughter

they both woke up to the sound of his mother's knocking, and as soon as she began to speak he looked at the clock and realized he slept through breakfast and was probably about to be late to god knows what

so, he leaped out of bed to go get ready for the day. well, he tried to anyways

instead his foot got caught in the comforter and he fell down onto his side, hitting his elbow pretty badly

"... is he alright?"

both xenia and yunho answered her and the same time

"yes" "no"

yunho chucked a pillow that he'd taken down with him at her face

"hey! my elbow really hurts and it's because of your stupid blanket"

he began to flail around in an attempt to untangle his foot as she just kept laughing while hugging the pillow yunho had thrown into her face, her contagious laugh eventually spreading to yunho

by this point the queen had walked away, she always felt a little bit guilty for pushing yunho so hard. he deserved a slow morning

their laughter died down but their smiles never faded

"so do you feel a little bit better about the speech tomorrow?"

"actually, i do. thank you"

"yeah, yeah."

she dismissed his gratitude and began to look around her bed

"...wait. what time is it?"

"uhhh like 10:35?"

"holy - oh my god i'm late" she began to scramble off the bed and towards her closet to find some clothes to wear, bypassing yunho who was still sprawled out on the floor with his foot somehow still stuck in the bedding "yunho! get out!"

"uh, right. sorry." he scrambled to his feet, almost tripping again as he got his foot unstuck at the last possible second. xenia came up behind him and started pushing him towards the door "okay! okay, i'm going! geez!"

just as she was closing the door on him, he stuck his head near the opening

"don't forget to brush your hair, it looks like a bird's nest!"

and with that, she pushed the door in his face and rushed back to her closet to throw on some clothes

as she got dressed she shook her head to herself and smiled. of all the people she could've gotten stuck with in this castle, despite the fact the he just made her late and called her hair messy, she was glad it was him.

[imagine-lovebug]

hey can i get a blurb where peter gets webshooter liquid in your hair and starts to get embarrassed and apologizes all flustered?

(A/N) - im so sorry it’s taking me so long to write these. But I’m having fun! Maybe I’ll make these a permanent thing and then do longer fics on the side?

You’re doodling in your notebook at the back of Mr. Cobbwell’s chemistry classroom when your phone buzzes beside you. You flip your phone over to see who messaged you, to see an Instagram message from p.parker.

You lift your eyes from your phone screen and scan the classroom, only to see none other than Peter Parker looking your way from a couple lab tables to your right. He motions you his phone under the table and you grab yours, going to check his message. You’ve never talked to him before, so you’re confused on why he’s trying to talk to you now, in the middle of Mr. Cobbwell’s lecture. Instagram loads the DM page to show his text.

p.parker: Could you do me a favour?

You’re even more confused now. 

(Y/N): Um, maybe. Depends. What’s up? 

p.parker: You’re sitting closest to the chemical cabinet. Could you try and get me some Salicylic Acid?

You glance at the front of the room to see the teacher working with the Bohr Model on the board before looking to the cabinet beside you. Why the fuck would Peter need some weird acid you’ve never used in class before? How does he even know it exists? Your eyes scan over the dark glass bottles, reading the names of different chemicals, trying to find the right one. 

p.parker: It might be labelled C7H6O3

You huff, turning to him and typing 

(Y/N): Why can’t you just come over here and get it yourself? I doubt he’d see you.

Peter shrugs his shoulders and just gestures for you to keep looking. After a minute or two, out of the corner of your eye, you see a bottle on the second shelf behind a few other compounds. The label isn’t completely visible, obscured by the glass containers before it, but you can see ‘Acid’ written on the end of the label, so you go for it. You stand up from your seat as sneakily as you can to unhook the cabinet doors, reach for the acid, and grab it before anyone, other than Peter, sees you. You click the cabinet closed and put the glass jar on the seat beside you right before Mr. Cobbwell turns around to lecture to the class. 

(Y/N): Okay, I have it. Salicylic Acid. How tf am I meant to get this to you tho?

p.parker: Just toss it to me

You look at him incredulously before responding

(Y/N): Dude, its in a glass bottle. And I don’t have a good throw.

p.parker: Don’t worry. Trust me, I’ll catch it.

You are worrying. And you do not trust him to catch it. But, after glancing at the front to see if the coast was clear, you turn back to him with the bottle in hand and throw it in his direction. Well, you’d definitely underestimated how much power you had to use because the dark bottle is approaching the floor by Peter’s backpack fast. Before the glass shatters against the linoleum, however, Peter leans across in his seat and wraps his hand around the neck of the bottle, saving it. Your eyebrows furrow, eyes widen, and mouth drops in shock of how he caught that and he chuckles at your expression. 

p.parker: Told you I have a good catch. Thanks for getting that for me.

You like his message and flip your phone over again, trying to refocus on what’s happening at the front of the room. Almost an hour later, the bell rings and the lunch period is starting, but you don’t exit the classroom as quickly as you usually do. You decide to pack up slowly and walk over to Peter, who is still working at his lab table, the acid you’d retrieved for him sitting in the open desk drawer beside him.

“Uh, hey,” you say, hesitantly. He looks up at you and smiles. “Hey, (Y/N). Thanks for helping me earlier, I really needed it.” You nod and send a smile back his way, rocking back and forth on your feet. You peer into the drawer to see a bubbling white substance in a beaker balanced on a hot plate. “Um, so, what are you making? I thought we weren’t allowed to make stuff without Cobbwell’s assistance,” you question. 

“Uhhh, it’s just an experiment. Mr. Cobbwell lets me do experiments after school all the time by myself, but I really needed to make this today and I’m busy this afternoon,” he stops talking momentarily, taking the time to stir the weird experiment. When he pulls the stirrer out, the substance sticks to it and creates a long, spindly chain that doesn’t disconnect even when he keeps pulling. 

“Shit!” He exclaimed, plunging the stirrer, and the long polymer chain connected to it, back into the beaker before pouring some clear liquid from another beaker into it.  “So, this one,” he gestures to the clear stuff he just added, “is a binding agent that will make the… experiment… more pliable.” You hum, completely confused by what he is doing, but somewhat mesmerized as well. You take a moment to look up at Peter’s face, eyes covered by the plastic goggles, and you take in his appearance and you realize that, actually, he’s pretty cute. He looks up at you, his eyes meeting yours, and smiles. A blush spreads over your cheeks and you look away from him towards the door to the hallway.

Then something hits the side of your head, clinging to your hair and a little to your cheek. You look back at the beaker, which has bubbled over, and Peter’s running his hands through his hair.

“Shit, (Y/N), I’m so sorry. I wasn’t looking and it just… splattered everywhere! It’s never done that before! I’m so so sorry!” He keeps apologising as you raise your hand to your hair, pulling it away with the warm, sticky, web-like substance stuck to your face, hair, and hand now. You try to wipe it off with your other hand and your fingers get stuck together.

“Peter, what the fuck is this?! Get it off me!” He starts rummaging through his backpack and eventually pulls out a squirty water bottle with a piece of masking tape on it labelled ‘web dissolvent’. “I’m so sorry,” he repeats, “please put your hands out.” Once you do, he squirts the dissolvent onto your skin. “Just rub your hands together and it’ll ball up like a putty.” You do as he says as he squirts the liquid onto his hand. He raises his hand to your cheek, holding your jaw gently and using his thumb to manipulate the webbing on your cheek. The scarlet blush on your cheeks deepens and spreads further down your neck, but you don’t stop him. 

Eventually, you’re completely de-webbed and Peter is standing in front of you awkwardly. “Sorry about that,” he apologises, for probably the millionth time. “It’s fine. It was kind of funny, to be honest. I’m just glad we got it all off.” He smiles sweetly at you before spotting a tiny bit more on your cheek. 

“Actually, um, you still have… a little bit…” he gestures to your cheek, “there.” You wipe your hand across your cheek but obviously didn’t get it. He chuckles a little and steps closer to you, his chest almost pressing against yours, and reaches his hand up to pluck the tiny bit of webbing off your cheek. “There you go,” he says quietly, but doesn’t step away. You look up at him, biting your lower lip, and he looks down at you, his hand still on your cheek. You go to press yourself up on the balls of your feet to kiss him, his hand already travelling from your cheek to your jaw to pull your lips to his, but before you can Ned pops his head through the door.

“Pet– Oh. I’m sorry, am I interrupting something?” You pull yourself away from Peter reluctantly, grabbing and fiddling with the straps of your backpack out of awkwardness. “Uh, no, you’re good Ned. I gotta get going anyway,” you say and head towards the door. Before you step out, however, you turn around to look at Peter.

“Uh, message me, K?” you say, before basically running down the hallway.

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[the-fiction-witch]

His Killer And His Protector P1

REAL LIFE X THE LAST LEGION A LITTLE BIT COUPLE TBS X READER RATING ADORABLE + FLIRTY WARNINGS: LONG!!

I was chosen.

Chosen by the gods to end this line.

The queen died in childbirth long ago.

The young princess married off to a king in a far off land not long after her sixteenth birthday.

The King on his death bed giving orders and commands before death comes for him.

And the prince, alive and well... For now.

The gods had spoken to my father and proclaimed my father's right to the throne rather than the royals who hold it now, and I was chosen to right this wrong.

I was to enter the place as a young maid and from within kill the king quickly and the young prince before he could take the throne.

I stood with a couple other new maids and staff as the head of the house staff walked thought with the young prince in tow,

He was taller then Every another person in the room, his blonde long fluffy hair and been brushed by one of the staff beforehand but I'm sure they wasted there time. All things considered, he was attractive, large brown eyes and a sweet smile. His clothes hung off him in odd ways like they were far too big for him but had been sewn to his size by someone who had not even given measurements and had also never met him, he smiled to us all before he saw me and spoke.

"Do excuse me dear lady but... Have we met before?" He asked

"I don't recall so sir" I answered

"I know I've seen you before..." He said "it'll come to me, eventually" he smiled

I had been working in the palace for a good while dividing my plan while building a trustworthy persona, I took the key from the kitchen and went up the service passage into the dark corridors I removed my shoes so I could be as quiet as a mouse sneaking past the king's room, further down the pitch black corridors I know well, down to the end door of the corridor I pushed the door with enough space I could get in without it creaking quickly shutting it once I was inside, the room huge, a fireplace just a small glow, the balcony door barely open the sheer curtain lightly moving in the breeze, a candle lit by the bed, the prince fast asleep in his bed, so I stepped slowly over and pushed open the door a little more letting light from the full moon outside flood into the room onto the princes bed he groaned and turned over away from the light I blew out the candle as I stepped closer to his bed, he laid partly cuddling his pillow, awww how sweet well time for you to spend a lot of time in dream land pretty little prince. I got my knife and hung it above his head but -

"What are you doing here?" He asked

"Nothing, you Uhhh you left a candle burning and your balcony open" I explain hiding my knife as he sat up

"I did? Ohh thank you" he smiled "your y/n? Aren't you? One of the newer maid girls?"

"Yes" I nodded

"You're... Very pretty," he says

"Uhh thank you, I really should be going," I said quickly heading to the door

"Uuhhh- actually before you go," he said sitting up completely in his bed "you uhh you could stay? A little while longer"

"What do you mean? Do you have any jobs for me?" I asked

"Well... I could have something for you" he suggested "after all, all the girls downstairs will likely be asleep, don't want to wake them up and have them come all the way up here when... You're already here" he smirked

"I'll call up one of the girls for you sir" I blushed going to leave but

"I don't fancy one of the girls," he said making me freeze "I'd rather like you" he smirked I could see under his thin sheets he opened his legs a little wider glancing down to himself and back to me licking his lip

"I'm sorry," I said dashing out the room as fast as I could but before I could get back

"Wait!" He says holding my wrist I turned seeing him stood there his hair a mess from where he had been asleep his skin pale as he wasn't allowed out in the sun much and even when he was he was covered up a lot, his shorts sticking to him in odd places where he was hot in his bed as well as the problem he wanted my help with he held my wrist tightly pulling me back to him "I'm sorry... It was awful of me to ask you for that, you're the maid I shouldn't have made assumptions" he said

"Well... Thank you, but I really must be going" I said "I'll call one of the girls up for you"

"It's alright, don't trouble them" he smiled "prince of the realm can use his own hand" he winked making me blush "goodnight" he smiled giving my hand a kiss before going back to his room,

I'll try another night.

I stood in the laundry room doing the bedsheets and blankets for the whole house standing over the large steaming cauldron of clothing when there was a knock at the door

"Come in," I said perhaps another of the maid girls dropping off the next load

"Hi... Anyone else here?" The prince asked as he came in shutting the door behind him

"Ohh! Sorry I didn't know it was you sir" I said fixing my hair and wiping my hands on my dress

"Hey don't worry, relax knowone knows I'm down here, I stuck away from my royal guards" he explained

"That really a good idea?" I smirked trying to secretly get my knife now I knew we where alone

"I trust you" he shrugs

"I'm not sure a prince should trust some new little maid girl, who knows I could be undercover trying to kill you" I smirked

"You might, but I trust you" he smiled taking my hand giving it a kiss and putting something in my hand "for the other night, I felt awful about it"

"You didn't hav-" I began trying to hand it back

"I know, but I wanted to apologize, properly for what I did," he says

"You didn't do anything most men don't?" I laughed

"Still" he smiled so I opened the little bundle of paper it was a necklace or beautiful gold and silver worth likely more than everything else I own in the world

"I can't-" I began

"Please keep it," he says "I had it made for you, I want you to have it"

"Thank you very much" I blushed he blushed a little too taking it from me and putting the necklace on for me

"I did... Mean what I said" he began

"Ohh did you?" I warn

"Not that... I really did mean that your very pretty, and I do rather like you" he smiled sweetly before going to the door "ohh call me Thomas by the way"

"Okay, call me y/n" I smiled.

I felt... Conflicted.

The gods had spoken thought my father that he was the prince who would take the throne and rule over the world.

Yet the gods speak thought the king that his son Thomas would be the one to do so.

Yet my destiny is to kill Thomas to let my father rein...

All of it seemed wrong like no matter the answer something was wrong.

I did as I was told taking a pile of clean bedding and blankets to thomas' room Putting the pile on the end of his bed as he stood having a ciggerette out the balcony window

"Hey" he smiled

"Hey" I smiled

"Your not gonna tell on me are you?" He asks

"About what?" I asked

"About my-" he began "ohhh! Oh thanks"

"Don't worry about it" I told him winking before going to leave but he grabbed myself wrist

"Wait..." He said "stay. A little longer y/n" he said pulling me closer

"Why?"

"I want you to stay with me, just a little longer" he said pulling me closer to him

"I should get back to the servents courters" I said turning my face away from him

"What's wrong?"

"I shouldn't be here" I muttered "I'm sorry" I said pushing him away slightly pulling off the necklace and giving it back before running down to the kitchens.

I stood doing some work for dinner when a voice shouted above all else

"Y/n! Take water to the king's room!" The head maid yelled so I did as she asked taking everything that needed to go to the king's room, his room was much like thomas' but larger and grander even it most of it is covered in dust and webs as he has been bedridden for some time, I went putting the water beside his bed as he laid contemplating

"They used to say that the gods had full control, over all but one thing" he said sounding half awake

"Yes sir" I nodded fiddling with the water

"All but the heart" he said "the heart wants what it wants..." He said "I remember the first time I saw Tasha made me feel like nothing else has before" he explained "I miss her"

"Yes sir" I nodded

"He's a good boy..." He said

"Sorry sir?" I asked

"Thomas, he's a good boy, he means well. Poor thing they shut him off from the world, don't remember the last time that boy stepped outside the palace, he doesn't understand social things" he explained "give him a chance." He said handing me something from his hand... The necklace Thomas had given me that I had returned a few days ago. I took it from him and gave him his water that I had fixed to weaken him further quickly leaving and returning to the kitchens.

I was called up to the king's room again, a day or two later this time it full of people, I was only sent to deliver water but I stayed hidden away to listen. Thomas sat beside his father emotionless and empty. Men surrounded the bed guards, advisors and religious men.

I knew what was coming.

The king's death, he will give his last orders and name who will be incharge.

Either he will deny the rules and let Thomas rule or he will put another man likely an advisor or generals in charge until they deem Thomas ready to become king,

"Sir what are your orders?" The general asked

"What does it matter, you won't follow them after in dead" he laughs

"Of course we will my lord, what are the orders?" The general asked sounding annoyed

When suddenly all the candles blew out and the room silenced but one voice

"The gods speak thought him..." The high presit said

"The kingdom must remain strong..." The king said "a firm leader... The prince who will be the master of all..." He explained holding out his hand everyone tried to reach for it a little the general and Thomas the most egar it seemed but he drew it back "none of you ... I look for the girl with the y/h/c hair and the golden necklace" he explained and I froze

"Y/n?" Thomas asked "father... Why do you want to see y/n?"

"I must" he answered so one of the presit men turned seeing me still here and pulled me forward to the bed all but the king confused as he reached to me taking my hand "you shall hold an place higher then a king, you must protect him, protect my son so that the king may rise." He explained I was so Lost so confused as he took his hand away and within moments was dead

The gods spoke thought my father told said he was the prince to rule that I had to kill the king and Thomas so that he could rule.

The gods speak thought the king and said I must protect Thomas so he can become the prince for told.

What does it all mean it doesn't make sense.

I ran out the room but before I could reach the end of the corridor

"Y/n... What does this mean?" Thomas asked

"I don't know" I answered

"Miss, might I have your ear?" The general asked who had clearly followed Thomas to chase after me

"Yes" I nodded

"If you have any sense, pack your bags" he said "our enemies will know as the crow flies of the kinds death, they will be coming for the palace and for the prince. If you want to honour the king's orders to protect him, get out of the city before nightfall" he said before rushing off

"Y/n?" Thomas asked

"Get your things, we need to go" I said

"What?' he asked

"One bag, light enough to carry any heavier leave it behind, I'll be back to get you once I'm packed and supplied, and hurry I don't think we have long" I explain giving his cheek a kiss before running off to back my things and get a bag of food before going up to see that Thomas had done nothing

"Y/n! Please... What's going on? where are we going?" He asked

"I said pack" I sighed getting a bag and doing it for him backing few clothes as his clothes where too obvious he would need different ones later "we have to leave, leave or we die" I explain

"Y/n... I don't want to go" he said "with my father gone and you labeled as my protector... I don't want to leave, I wanna stay here, with you" he explained fixing my hair and holding my hands "I mean it wouldn't take too long for me to become king, and.... I could make you my queen if you wanted, wouldn't you want that?"

"Thomas, it's not that simple" I said

"But y/n... I lov-" he began

"FIRE!!!" Was screamed from outside and a massive bang erupted as something hit the palace wall shattering it causing the whole building to shake as an army made its way in

"Get your things and follow me" I told him

Part 2

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[slasherscream]

Stumacherstan bb Can I uhhh get aaaa uhhhh Tatum Riley x masc who spoils her uwu

A/N: i'm gonna fill up this entire god forsaken site with nothing but tatum riley imagines or my name isn't dumb bitch mcgee 

     tatum riley + masc!reader that spoils her

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You see her for the first time and just know .... you know this girl is gonna be your wiFE. You don't know what you have to do to get her but you're gonna do it god dammit-

And so the incredible wooing of Tatum Riley begins. 

You start small. You don't want to come on too strong at first and seem creepy. 

It is taking every ounce of control in your body to stay chill and lowkey. All you wanna do is take care of this woman-

Your friends think it's fucking hilarious and laugh at you. All of Tatum's friends think you're very sweet. She's a popular girl so there are plenty of guys after her but none that they all like so much as you. Sidney is your #1 fan. 

The small stuff? Always saying hi to her when you pass her by anywhere even if it'll make you late to something. You ask her how's it going and she actually starts telling you about her day? You've stopped dead in your tracks to listen to her. Yes, you have been super late to class because of this. No, you did not care.

You dutifully and happily carry anything and everything for her. Her books? Snatched. Backpack? Snatched. Heavy box she was helping Sidney with? Snatched.

Guys that don't wanna hold their girls purses in public are cowards and you're no fucking coward. You've never seen a teenage boy smile so much while getting handed a purse. 

Honestly at some point she doesn't even move to pick things up/grab her stuff when she's leaving because she knows you're right there and ready to go. It's the greatest honor.

Was having a sleepover one time and the girls all started joking about how whipped you were without the two of you even dating yet.

Tatum         somehow a little in denial was like "oh he's just super nice. he doesn't like me that much."

Sidney took her phone and texted you as Tatum asking if you could bring them snacks because she forgot to pick them up and she didn't want everyone to be mad at her.

You were there in thirty minutes flat with two pizzas under your arms, ice cream galore, and all the soda and candy you could carry. 

Tatum's jaw? Dropped. The next day at school she wraps her arms around you and tells you that you're her boyfriend now. Yes fucking ma'am.

Once boyfriend status is achieved you never look back at playing it cool. 

That cute thing that boys do where they hold their girlfriend's hand and help her balance along those little ledges on the sidewalk? Check, y'all cute motherfuckers do that. She loves the especially high ones that she can't get on alone because you always grab her waist and help her up them super carefully. You treat her like the princess she is and she's just eating it up. 

The standards for being a good boyfriend in high-school are dirt poor tbh so the fact that you don't pressure her into doing anything she doesn't want to is a lot for her already. 

All the other girls are jealous because their boyfriends are only nice to them on valentine's day. Tatum gets valentine's day every fucking day with you. Most popular girl in school also gets the nicest, most attentive boyfriend? No fucking fair. 

Always looking out for her and her friends at parties. Protective and sweet boyfriend who does drink runs for all the girls and they all trust you because you're Tatum's boy? Yeah. 

She puffs up like a peacock whenever she's talking about you or she asks you to do something in front of her friends and you do it no hesitation. The fact that you don't switch it up and act tough in front of your friends is also fucking great. You don't even go into verbal denial in response to all the teasing you get. 

"Awww man you're so fucking whipped!" and you just look over at her with the softest grin and say you sure are. Her face lights up like a Christmas tree! Babe stop it already- 

This is literally the two of you. You two are the "oh well take my jacket" couple and everyone else at your school is the other one.

She brings you home to meet her Mom and brother. That's how much she loves you and hopes/knows you're gonna be around long-term. Y'all have a sit down dinner together and you're so sweet the whole time and clearly nervous. Eventually though you just fall back onto your usual pattern of doting on Tatum and that instantly wins over her family. Where did you find this guy- 

Six month anniversary? Tatum wouldn't be expecting to do anything. To be honest she wasn't keeping track like that. Loses her mind when she gets to her locker and sees it covered iN HANDMADE/CUT OUT HEARTS AND SHIT. There's balloons! And a cute pink bear! When she squeezes it, it goes "I love you, Tatum!" because it's got a recorded message on it. She starts jumping up and down in the hallway squealing and it's adorable. 

On her birthday just to tease her you literally put your jacket over a puddle for her and she couldn't speak for ten minutes because she was so flattered. She pretended to roll her eyes and shit but she was red as a tomato with pleasure. 

Everyone thinks you're the dumb sucker following around a girl who is probably gonna ditch you after high school but y'all are actually the couple who show up at the high-school reunion in twenty years and flex by still being in love with each other the exact same way. Honestly? Fuck off you two. 

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[sturlsons]

french in 1.5 years anon

Kinda random but I just found out that I’ll be required to be intermediate/advanced in French by the next 1.5 years; ALL I KNOW IS THAT MEIRDE IS A BAD BAD WORD! Idk if you’re a native speaker but I was wondering if you could provide me of any good French language resources (or language in general since I’ll be needing to learn Arabic soon as well), and like tips for language learning and how to go about it? Sorry to bother you haha this is MY stress but I appreciate any help! Have a great day!

HEY. so i really fucking dropped the ball on this one, i’m sorry. 2019 has been one health fiasco after another (or more like the same fiasco again and again) and i kept telling myself i want to sit down and make a proper post for this, until i realised that that’s just never going to happen given the way things are rn. and i’d rather give you a quickly-written post which is actually helpful than never write that perfect bullet-pointed one. 

first of all, i’ve been in your EXACT position (so no, i’m not a native speaker) except i had about...six months to go from je m’appelle teesta to voyez-vous, le problème qui se cache derrière tout ça n’est pas le manque de respect mais la personne dont il s’agit or whatever. i was like, i can so do this. (spoiler: i didn’t, because i was 18 and overconfident and stupid and didn’t actually know how to learn a language.) GOOD NEWS: having learned 3 more foreign languages since then, i am now REALLY GOOD at learning languages REALLY FAST. 1.5 years is a good amount of time, so don’t stress.

i’m going to go generic on this, with some extra tips about french since i speak it, unlike arabic. 

first thing, that typical thing everyone hates to hear but knows is coming from the mouth of an accomplished person (pat on my back) in any field whatsoever: you’re going to have to work really hard and practice like fuck. 

there’s just nothing else that can replace it. i’ve filled up notebooks and notebooks with japanese verb conjugations, once i did like 1800 of them in one sitting. but you better believe that a bitch will never forget those now. resign yourself to putting in at least three hours of your day to this until you get to the level you need. (and three hours is...kind. at my peak i was literally reading through french dictionaries at the library, 10 AM - 8 PM. i treated it like a workday.)

now, what you need to establish is: are you a hands-on learner or a digital one. 

i don’t really care for all the auditory learner and visual learner stuff, i don’t know about anyone else but i personally used those as excuses to avoid certain exercises. unless you have actual disabilities preventing you from accessing certain methods of learning, you can train yourself into anything. it’s a matter of practice. i could barely understand a new song without reading its lyrics first, now i eat up podcasts. 

SO. the question here is different. a hands-on learner, like i used to be more or less throughout my bachelor’s, is someone who absolutely cannot retain information unless they’ve written it down BY HAND at least once. pen and paper. (i’m still like this but i’ve learned to combine it with digital methods to go faster.) if this isn’t a hurdle for you, congratulations. your process is going to go that much faster, at least for french. (you’ll have to spend hours practicing your written arabic however, if you’re not familiar with the script.) 

now, if you’re a hands-on learner, you need to add an extra hour to your daily time. no matter how fast you write, you will take that time. and you cannot shorthand your way into languages. you need to understand how french is spelt, what accents it uses, that they put a space before exclamation points, question marks, and semicolons. (side tip: learn the IPA. it will be useful to you forever in language learning, at least for the romance languages.) i’m not gonna teach you how to make notes since i’ve never benefitted from copying someone else’s style, so if you don’t have a set method start establishing that. you need regularity and rhythm when you learn a language. my grammar notes look the same regardless of the language. i don’t have my french ones since it’s been years and i didn’t take good ones then anyway, but here’s my japanese and russian stuff. 

JAPANESE NOTES // RUSSIAN NOTES

now, it bears mentioning that these notes are NOT the notes i take when i don’t know shit. these are final level notes. they’re brief, idiosyncratic, and only reminders. something to refer to when i’m revising and suddenly forget a rule. the first notes i make are much more elaborate, whether they’re pretty or not. i’ve gradually lost the fucks i had about really going ham on academics so my russian notes are very messy, but my japanese ones from back in the day are magnificent. here’s a look. during lesson one i realised that japanese and my mother tongue, gujarati, are syntaxically similar as shit, and i started taking notes with references in gujarati. it sped up my learning process 2x while my french classmates were still going “BUT WHY IS IT LIKE THAT”. 

PRACTICAL GRAMMAR // THEORETICAL GRAMMAR

if you plan to learn more languages in the future, this will be so valuable. sometimes a phrase i learn in russian doesn’t make sense in its french explanation, but a phrase in english might use the same logic. bam, put down the translation in english then. you get what i’m saying? the more languages you learn, the easier it gets to learn languages. 

now if you’re a digital learner, i’ve got great news for you. duolingo and anki are your best friends. duolingo’s memed to hell and has a system that might not work for everyone, but they’ll do the brunt work of compiling grammar notes for you in the beginnings/ends of their lessons. note those down and transform them into anki flashcards, and you can learn grammar concepts without doing 20 exercises. (do those exercises if you can, though, nothing beats mindless practice.) now anki is an intimidating-looking but actually super intuitive app that basically builds digital flashcards for you and shows them to you in a rhythm based on your own learning speed. it’ll show you the front of a card, let’s say merde. you say the english translation out loud, shit, and hit enter. correct! was that easy? anki’ll show it to you in 10 minutes. hard? it’ll show you in 1 minute. super easy? merde won’t come up again until tomorrow. eventually you get so good at it that you can bury a card for 2 months. anki will also show you the same cards reversed, which is harder but trains you better. you’ll see shit and have to remember what it’s called in french, which is more difficult than you’d think it is. 

you can use anki for more than just vocab, like i mentioned. it’s a little tricky learning to convert grammar concepts into front/back flashcards, but you can do it. for example, here’s a sample of one of my russian grammar cards: 

front ^^

back once i hit enter^^

see? not that difficult. now don’t be an idiot like me who manually entered every single flashcard into anki. you can find pre-made packages online (but you can’t guarantee they’ll be correct) or you can make your own without killing your fingers. what you wanna do is open up a spreadsheet and make two columns, A for front of the card and B for back. it’ll look like this:

then you’re gonna save that spreadsheet as a .CVS (comma separated values) and import that into anki. bam, your flashcards are made for you with half the effort. there’s also a script floating around somewhere to make excel translate words automatically for you, but i don’t recommend that unless they’re really easy words. google translate can fuck up. reverso is your friend. 

you need to review your anki cards every day. it’ll take less and less time as you go along. i can review 300 russian cards in 15 minutes now. but you need to keep the rhythm going. download ankiapp and sync your cards, review them on commutes or in the hallway or whatever. trust me, it’s magic. 

apart from this, if a traditional textbook helps, go for that. i’ve always used textbooks and workbooks, more as supports than as principal methods, but it does help. it’s structured and organised and these people know how to train you. bescherelle is a good go-to for french. 

media is always a great way of immersion too, until you get to the country itself. it’ll show you how french people speak french. when i first came to france i didn’t have that experience and even though i spoke an arguably decent amount of french when i got here, it was like, if this is french then what the fuck was i learning in high school. if you like watching movies this is your chance. watch the classics first so that you can get an idea of french pop culture. amélie (though the pop culture aspect here is about shitting on it) and les intouchables, for starters. watch your favourite films, first subbed, then subbed and dubbed, then just dubbed. i watched all ten seasons of friends with french subs, it was wild. with music you want to start off with some indie-ish singers since they will universally sing softer and slower, making things easier to understand than idk, la tribu de dana. (if you’re into bts there’s a hilarious video of their baepsae choreo set to la tribu de dana.) anyway - angèle, cœur de pirate, céline dion, fréro delavega, uhhh that fucking french sufjan stevens. what’s his name. VIANNEY. don’t fucking listen to biglo and oli or like, fatal bazooka right away. you will not understand shit. i barely understand it. white people are wild. ooh listen to stromae. orelsan too, he’s a rapper but he has a relatively clean diction imo. he also sang the french opening for OPM. they call him orelsan-san in japan.

last but not the least: if you have the opportunity to interact in french with people, DO IT. native speakers will do their best to help you and be kind about it. people who learned french might sometimes be assholes from experience. it’s a whole superiority complex thing, and very hypocritical. anyway - online or IRL, wherever you can practice your french, do it. it’ll be immensely helpful. there’s nothing like the frustration of not being able to express simple things to get you motivated to get better. do your best to immerse yourself - changing the language on your devices can make a difference too. 

i think that’s all i have and again, i’m sorry for taking this long to finally deliver, thanks for your patience! if you have any specific questions don’t hesitate to hit me up, on anon or not. 

good luck - it’s not going to be the easiest but nothing is as gratifying as beginning to understand the workings of a language. you’re gonna love it!

[crimsondomingo]

Day 20: Hanahaki

For my July AU a Day Challenge 

(Let me mention that I had never heard of this before, but I really love where I took it. Big thanks to @a-redharlequin for the help on this one! You are the best!)

“Are you trying to tell me you’re gay?”

“No. Well, yes, but… I mean a real faerie.”

Cisco laughed.

“I’m serious!”

“Sure, dude. I mean, that whole throwing up flowers thing is a neat magic trick and all, but I’m not an idiot. What’s the joke?”

In frustration, Barry tore his shirt over his head.

“Whoa, man, are you gay for me, coz I love you but…” Cisco trailed as Barry turned around to show off the wing pattered tattoos on his back that slowly began to unfurl into 3D, expanding until they were an impressive size clearly large enough to lift Barry, and delicately edged in the colors of a scarlet marigold.

“Holy shit. Can I touch them?”

“No.” Barry spun around before Cisco could get any close. “They’re sensitive.”

“Sensitive like…” He bobbed an eyebrow suggestively.

“Yes, that kind of sensitive.” Shifting his shoulder blades, Barry started to put them away.

“Wait! I want to see how they go back.”

Appreciating that Cisco was at least more curious than panicked, Barry turned around again so he could watch the way the wings shrank and folded in to lay flat against Barry’s back, then shimmer into place until they merely appeared like tattoos again.

“This is sick,” Cisco said while Barry put his shirt back on. “You’re really a faerie? Wait, like Tinkerbell, nice if a bit moody fairy, or steal children, trick people out of their names and souls for fun creepy kind of faerie?”

“The second one.” Barry glanced away. Then saw how Cisco’s eyes widened. “That’s why I left! I’m not like that. I wanted to be better, so I left to live among humans.”

“Among humans…” Cisco repeated, the full breadth of this finally hitting him. He paced a little around Barry’s apartment before slumping onto the sofa. “Do you have, like, magic powers?”

“Sort of.” Barry shrugged, sitting in the armchair opposite him. “I’m a faerie of springtime.”

“Which means…?”

“My clan is tied to new life and new beginnings.”

“Like how all the births you’ve helped with have zero complications?” It had sort of become a joke among the nurses and orderlies that Barry was a good luck charm, especially with births. “You really are lucky!”

“Fae always have a lot of luck, but with anything tied to our clans, we have an inordinate amount of it, so it would be pretty impossible for anything to go wrong when I assist a birth. I can also generally heal, but if I use my powers too much, people might suspect, so I try to only stick to the luck part. And I can also do this…” He held out his palm to show Cisco how he could also create life, but only springtime plants and flowers.

Cisco accepted the daffodil Barry handed him.

“Sweet. Wait, so why are you throwing up flowers?”

“That’s what I need your help with, or maybe some advice. It’s a curse. It happens when we fall in love.”

“Uhhh…” Cisco set the flower on the coffee table.

“Not with you.”

“Cool.” Cisco relaxed. “Cool. You’re just, like, my best friend, so it would be weird. But wait, falling in love makes you throw up flowers. That’s sucks.”

“It’s specific to falling in love with humans, especially if they don’t love us back. It’s considered a sign of weakness. It’s one thing if we fall in love after getting a human under our thrall first, but the other way around…” Oh no. Barry felt the purge coming again, but still, he could do nothing against it as he spewed a smattered of flower buds onto the coffee table. His apartment was covered in them.

Cisco grimaced, leaning further away now that he knew this wasn’t a trick.

“They’re not wet or anything,” Barry tried to defend himself. They were perfectly lovely, salvageable, and sweet-smelling flowers.

“Still, dude. Gross. But okay, moving on. Who is it?”

Glancing away as he pulled a stray petal from his mouth, Barry said very softly, “Len.”

“Len? Wait…Detective Snart? With the spine injury? Who…despite being shot and having a prognosis of never walking again, made a miraculous recovery—dude.”

“I couldn’t help myself! He’s…he’s amazing.” Before Barry had been able to stop himself once he got to know Len better, he’d poured every ounce of healing magic he had into the man until it was almost as if he’d never been shot in the back.

Cisco eventually relaxed again. “But he doesn’t love you back, huh?”

“Not yet. He doesn’t know me well enough. He doesn’t trust or open up to people easily. At least I know he likes me.”

“Yeah? He said so?”

“No, but I’m throwing up buttercups.” Barry flicked some of the petals across the table. “It means he finds me attractive.”

“Neat,” Cisco said, though his grimace said the opposite. “So what’s the problem, other than petals everywhere?”

“The problem is it’s going to keep getting worse. It started an hour apart, now it’s every twenty minutes, and it’ll keep shrinking if I don’t tell him how I feel, until it’s just constant, can’t stop, and then it kills me.”

“Kills you?!”

“I’m doomed.” Barry buried his face in his hands.

“Come on, man,” Cisco patted his back, “you’re not doomed. You just have to tell him how you feel.”

“I can’t,” Barry moaned into his hands. “If he rejects me, the same thing happens.”

“You choke on flowers and die? Shit. How long do you have?”

“Only another twenty-four hours at most.” Barry lifted up. “It’s not enough.”

“Well your curse hasn’t met me,” Cisco said firmly. “I’ll be your wingman. Hehe, even though you’re more my wingman, coz you have…” He cleared his throat when Barry looked at him miserably. “Sorry, this is serious.”

“Len checks out today. What am I gonna do?”

“You woo him, that’s what! I’m not gonna let you drown in flower petals, man. Snart’s the reserved type, that’s all, he’s just guarding his heart. But if he knows you like him, he’ll open up. If you can’t tell him straight-out, then you have to show him how much you care. Take him out to lunch. Invite him back to your place.”

“I’m not gonna sleep with him.”

“Not even to save your life? But you don’t have to sleep with him, I just meant spend as much time with him as possible so it clicks and he realizes how amazing you are. And if all else fails, maybe telling him as a last-ditch effort will push him over the edge.”

“I guess.” Barry sighed. Cisco was right. It was the only choice he had left.

Both of them had the day off, but Cisco, being amazing, promised to keep his cell phone on him if Barry needed help, while Barry headed in plainclothes to the hospital to intercept Len before he checked out.

He looked gorgeous as always, more so than Barry had ever seen him since for once he was dressed in normal clothes—dark jeans, long-sleeved T-shirt, leather jacket. Needing a cane for a while in no way diminished the view. In fact, it suited him well with his generally dramatic presence.

“Can I treat you to lunch?” Barry said before Len had even managed a greeting. “I’m off today, and you’re leaving, and I don’t want to miss the chance to…well.” He felt his face grow hot. He was a mostly immortal being who’d seen nations fall and met thousands of humans over his lifetime, but this man still reduced him to a fumbling child.

Len was just so…everything, and when he smirked in response, Barry felt weak in the knees.

“You’re on, Barry. Didn’t think you were the fraternizing type.”

“I’ve been known to be full of surprises.”

It sucked to have to duck away every twenty minutes to spew flowers, but during one such dash to the bathroom, Barry called Cisco.

“I think it’s working. I’m throwing up carnations now.”

“Yay?”

“Carnations mean fascination and new love, Cisco. He likes me.” Barry could hardly keep the smile from stretching his face, even as he spit leftover petals into the toilet.

“Congrats, man! Now, don’t let him go. Invite him back to your place so you can tell him how you feel.”

Barry was terrified, but he was also dying, so getting over his insecurities was the least of his problems. And amazingly enough, Len said yes.

“Something important to tell me?”

“Yeah. Not bad. I mean, I hope it’s not bad.”

When they arrived though, Barry felt another purge coming and excused himself to the bathroom.

“Sorry, nervous stomach.”

“Nervous of little ‘ol me.” Len grinned. Oh he was beautiful.

“I’ll be right back.” Barry ducked off. The flowers he spit up were still carnations, but Barry had hope that this would work—confessing to Len that he loved him, knowing that eventually he also had to admit he was fae. Maybe Len would react as well as Cisco had. There was always a chance.

Stepping back out into the living room to take the plunge, Barry instantly froze. Len had swiped a handful of peanut M&Ms from the bowl on Barry’s end table and was popping them into his mouth, eating them.

Barry buying Len lunch at a restaurant was one thing, but anything Barry had bought and brought to his home to just be his was, well, his. And the rules about humans eating fae food were very specific.

“Sorry, what a terrible house guest. They’re just a weakness of mine,” Len said.

Barry could only stare.

“Barry? Are you okay?”

Taking a breath, Barry wished Cisco was there to help him soften the blows he had coming, because he had no idea how to make this sound less terrifying. “I have several things I need to tell you, and at this point, I’m not sure which one is going to freak you out more.”

[olivethetreebitch]

I lied, sleep has decided to abandon me.

Fuck it.

Agender Wild, goes with whatever pronouns doesn’t give a FAUK.

So I think the resurrection chamber stoped his body from aging, like, completely. Like time stoped for the body.

Like I absolutely love the elderich soul aus where Wild is not Link, but just inhabits the dead man’s Body??? Like that’s my fucking bread and BUTTER. MMM all the good flavors.

So Wild was not aware that she is in fact, part Gerudo due to a permanent curse on said body, the curse would eventually fade due to use over time but it never happened. Link went back first.

Wild, before being born, finds and kicks Ganandorfs ass, rightfully taking the triforce of power for itself (another headcanon is that only a Gerudo “male” or in other words “one of Ganon’s linage” (because all the males have been Ganon, so it’s another name for a male Gerudo) may hold the triforce of Power)

So. Wild has both the triforce of power and courage, basically sacrificing his timeline body to seal and break down the Malice (not to completely destroy it but anything helps) and becoming a spirit for a full 20 min before they wake up as Baby.

[cue epic music]

Also the Gerudo do not know about Wild’s existence, momma had some issues with the currant social norms that Gerudo were expected to hold so they left to travel.

Wild in this is actually a year younger (physically) then Zelda, so heheh there’s that.

Literally Wild is just the peak of the meme

“On god…

…..Please shut up….

…..Please.”

Every fucking time. Also is the peak of ADHD.

Uhhh Wild knows how to play a multitude of instruments, and knows a lot of languages (all the native languages and common, even some from outside the kingdom)

But he did not know Hyruleian until she met the chain, and they all took a turn trying to teach the gremlin…….

They have the most complicated and messy dialect of everyone. Flora tried to figure out where it is from, but couldn’t place it. Eventually Wild told her.

Wild refers to the 100 year old Zelda as Flora as she really learned how to stand on her own, and became a little (older?) sister to them. The currant young Zelda hasn’t quite fit into the role yet. (Maybe another name? Probably not. It’ll be a character growth thing. She needs to break through the trauma to even start assessing the damages)

Another thing on the Fierce thing: after the bbeg was defeated, there was this time where the entire group ended up in the holy/god realm as Time was getting the rundown the Chain met Hylia face to face, yes she’s their other mother other then Malon. Legend is like that grumpy kitten that’s sulking. He gets a hug don’t worry.

And because Wild is a priest, she can talk to any of the gods their close to, which includes the main three, Hylia, Time, Fierce, and the other Priests. (Sometimes Sun if he concentrates hard enough)

Which means when the king is digging into Zelda, Wild is over here side eyeing Hylia like “Bruh what do I do-“ and she’s like “Kick his ass” “not yet”

Wild is determined to help Zel in any way it can, be it through giving her flowers, reviving Terico (the egg, no I don’t know how to spell it), and just generally trying to make her life easier.

Wild also wants desperately to kidnap Zel and let her not only sleep, but actually teach her how to tap into the goddess.

(Healing first, then trust, then building up magic reserves, then doing actual shit)

Wild: [aggressively but also tenderly big siblings Zelda into having better mental heath]

Wild: I’m supposed to be the sad one! You get your own script!

Wild loves the champions, ace wild strikes again when it comes to Mipha, she kinda reminds him of Hyrule. So like….. no. Deruk is like a brother to him and he cares about- Urbosa he respects and reminds her of her mother. Rivali Wild has decided is not worth the energy at this point, and exclusively calls him Ravioli.

Ta daaa