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advice for a character who grips control like a lifeline. who wants to be in charge of every little thing because whenever they're not in control of something something bad could happen. has happened. they can't let a single variable be wild or in someone else's hands

How to Write a Controlling Character

Backstory Rooted in Trauma or Guilt

This character likely has a history that has ingrained the belief that they must be in control or face devastating consequences. Perhaps they once trusted someone else with something crucial—a promise, a responsibility, or a life-altering choice—and that trust was broken in a way that had lasting repercussions. For example, maybe they lost someone because they weren’t “careful enough,” or they experienced a betrayal when they trusted another person’s plan.

They might frequently flash back to this moment, possibly catching themselves thinking, If only I’d been the one in control, this wouldn’t have happened. This memory fuels their need to keep a tight grip on everything, especially if they’re in high-stakes situations.

Rigid Daily Routines and Habits

This character’s day is probably packed with small rituals and routines that give them a sense of security. From double-checking door locks to setting multiple alarms, they rely on routines to give themselves a sense of order. In fact, they might be nearly ritualistic about small actions—checking emails three times before sending, never leaving a task halfway finished, or meticulously arranging their workspace.

Even something as simple as making coffee can become a precise process. If someone moves one of their tools or a file from their desk, they may feel a spike of frustration or even anxiety, seeing it as a disruption to their personal “system.” They could feel that control in their daily life is the only thing keeping chaos at bay.

Intensely Observant of Details and Mistakes

They are hyperaware of mistakes or inefficiencies in others, mentally cataloging things like a coworker’s slight lateness or a friend’s disorganization. They may feel a sense of superiority (or frustration) over people who don’t “have it together” and take it upon themselves to organize or “fix” things for others.

In conversation, they might cut people off or “correct” them even over small points, often justifying this to themselves as necessary. For instance, if someone shares a plan that seems half-formed, this character could immediately dive in, pointing out potential problems or filling in details.

Controlling Relationships and Social Situations

This character struggles in relationships where they aren’t the dominant or organizing force. They might instinctively take over when making plans with friends, micromanaging even casual hangouts to make sure everything goes “right.” For example, they might pick the restaurant, plan the travel route, and check weather forecasts—assuming that if they don’t, no one else will think of these things.

When someone resists their attempts at control, they can respond defensively, often turning cold or resentful, unable to understand why anyone wouldn’t want them to manage the situation. Statements like, “Fine, but don’t blame me if this doesn’t go well,” are frequent in their interactions.

Extreme Anxiety or Panic When Control Is Taken Away

When things go beyond their reach, this character might experience panic, as if they’re suddenly powerless. For instance, if an unexpected roadblock prevents them from handling a task (like a canceled flight they needed to board, or a plan that falls apart), they might spend hours trying to regain control, calling every contact or frantically exploring alternatives.

Their reaction may feel extreme to others. Even minor setbacks—such as a colleague taking initiative on a project or a friend planning something without consulting them—can trigger a disproportionate response, like clenching their fists, pacing, or silently stewing as they feel the situation “slipping.”

Inability to Accept Help or Collaboration

Their controlling nature makes it hard for them to collaborate, as they believe their methods are the only ones that work. For them, accepting help feels like an admission of weakness or failure, so they rarely delegate or ask for assistance. If they do reluctantly accept help, they are constantly supervising or “suggesting” things, making it feel more like they’re still in charge.

In a team setting, they might take on all the major tasks, either out of distrust in others’ abilities or a feeling that no one will match their standards. Their motto could be something like, “If you want something done right, do it yourself,” even if that means working late or burning out.

Reluctance to Show Vulnerability or Need

Since vulnerability and control rarely coexist for them, they avoid showing weakness at all costs, preferring to mask stress or struggles as “just part of the job.” If they do become overwhelmed, they’re more likely to shut people out, saying, “I’ve got it handled,” even if it’s far from true.

When people push them to let go or share the load, they might lash out, accusing others of “just not understanding.” They often see their intense responsibility as a form of sacrifice, justifying their behavior with, “If I don’t handle this, who will?”

[fiercynn]

on ao3's current fundraiser

apparently it’s time for ao3’s biannual donation drive, which means it’s time for me to remind you all, that regardless of how much you love ao3, you shouldn’t donate to them because they HAVE TOO MUCH MONEY AND NO IDEA WHAT TO DO WITH IT.

we’ve known for years that ao3 – or, more specifically, the organization for transformative works (@transformativeworks on tumblr), or otw, who runs ao3 and other fandom projects – has a lot of money in their “reserves” that they had no plans for. but in 2023, @manogirl and i did some research on this, and now, after looking at their more recent financial statements, i’ve determined that at the beginning of 2024, they had almost $2.8 MILLION US DOLLARS IN SURPLUS.

our full post last year goes over the principles of how we determined this, even though the numbers are for 2023, but the key points still stand (with the updated numbers):

when we say “surplus”, we are not including money that they estimate they need to spend in 2024 for their regular expenses. just the extra that they have no plan for

yes, nonprofits do need to keep some money in reserves for emergencies; typically, nonprofits registered in the u.s. tend to keep enough to cover between six months and two years of their regular operating expenses (meaning, the rough amount they need each month to keep their services going). $2.8 million USD is enough to keep otw running for almost FIVE YEARS WITHOUT NEW DONATIONS

they always overshoot their fundraisers: as i’m posting this, they’ve already raised $104,751.62 USD from their current donation drive, which is over double what they’ve asked for! on day two of the fundraiser!!

no, we are not trying to claim they are embezzling this money or that it is a scam. we believe they are just super incompetent with their money. case in point: that surplus that they have? only earned them $146 USD in interest in 2022, because only about $10,000 USD of their money invested in an interest-bearing account. that’s the interest they earn off of MILLIONS. at the very least they should be using this extra money to generate new revenue – which would also help with their long-term financial security – but they can’t even do that

no, they do not need this money to use if they are sued. you can read more about this in the full post, but essentially, they get most of their legal services donated, and they have not, themselves, said this money is for that purpose

i'm not going to go through my process for determining the updated 2024 numbers because i want to get this post out quickly, and otw actually had not updated the sources i needed to get these numbers until the last couple days (seriously, i've been checking), but you can easily recreate the process that @manogirl and i outlined last year with these documents:

otw’s 2022 audited financial statement, to determine how much money they had at the end of 2022

otw’s 2024 budget spreadsheet, to determine their net income in 2023 and how much they transferred to and from reserves at the beginning of 2024

otw’s 2022 form 990 (also available on propublica), which is a tax document, and shows how much interest they earned in 2022 (search “interest” and you’ll find it in several places)  

also, otw has not been accountable to answering questions about their surplus. typically, they hold a public meeting with their finance committee every year in september or october so people can ask questions directly to their treasurer and other committee members; as you can imagine, after doing this deep dive last summer, i was looking forward to getting some answers at that meeting!

but they cancelled that meeting in 2023, and instead asked people to write to the finance committee through their contact us form online. fun fact: i wrote a one-line message to the finance committee on may 11, 2023 through that form, when @manogirl and i were doing this research, asking them for clarification on how much they have in their reserves. i have still not received a response.

so yeah. please spend your money on people who actually need it, like on mutual aid requests! anyone who wants to share their mutual aid requests, please do so in the replies and i’ll share them out – i didn’t want to link directly to individual requests without permission in case this leads to anyone getting harassed, but i would love to share your requests. to start with, here's operation olive branch and their ongoing spreadsheet sharing palestinian folks who need money to escape genocide.

oh, and if you want to write to otw and tell them why you are not donating, i'm not sure it’ll get any results, but it can’t hurt lol. here's their contact us form – just don’t expect a response! ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[nishayuro]

How do you feel a little angst but fluff with both Stanely and Xeno. Both them and reader have been friends since childhood, before the petrification reader got really hurt or terminally ill. They don't revive them till after the truces with Senku, he tells them about the healing property of the revival fluid. They went to go find them who they place in a secure place, hoping to see the one other person they cared about. I'm a sucker of both of them, either loving them as a romantic parther (all three) or just love for a very close friend/family. :D

Dr Stone Being StanXeno’s Terminally Ill lover 

A/N: I am a sucker for this trope omg thank you for this. I reread the whole america arc to the end again just to remember the detailsss

Genre: Angst, Fluff

GN! Reader, Poly!Stanley x Xeno x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of cancer

(Dr.Stone manga spoilers ahead, but y’all have probably read it by now if y’all know who stanxeno are)

Date posted: 07/09/2024

Pre-Petrification: 

You met Stanley and Xeno in your elementary school, you three got along well and started being inseparable. 

You three grew up together, always being with each other and being present in each other’s achievements.

Whenever Xeno competed in contests, you and Stanley were there to support him. Whenever Stanley had a game, you and Xeno would be there to cheer on him. Whenever you had any performances, contests, or whatever you did, Stanley and Xeno would be there to support and cheer on you. 

Fast forward to your teenage years when you realised that you fell in love with not just one, but both of your best friends. 

Having the two just balanced each other out, it was impossible to not fall for them both.

Stanley and Xeno realised their feelings for you and each other after you attempted to date another person in order to get over them. 

That relationship made the two jealous, feeling as though your new partner stole you from them. They had more time alone together and fell for each other as well, but you were still the missing one in the equation.

When your partner ended up being a douchebag, they finally decided to confess their love for you at the same time, also confessing to each other. 

You three became a throuple since then. 

You three all reached your dream careers together, with Stanley becoming a Marine commander, Xeno a NASA Scientist, you a Biologist.

You and Xeno would comfort each other whenever Stanley gets deployed on dangerous missions. 

You and Stanley would often plan dates for the three of you whenever Xeno got too busy in his projects.

One day, you noticed a few symptoms, but decided to ignore them because you thought it was nothing serious. 

It wasn’t until you passed out and Xeno checked on you to realise that something was wrong.

They went with you to the doctor, and when you found out that you had cancer, it was as if your whole world crashed. 

Stanley and Xeno were no better, Stanley asked to be exempted from deployment for a while. Xeno then began doing extensive research to help you. 

It got to the point where you were confined and basically lived in the hospital.

Stanley and Xeno were always there with you, giving you words of security. 

You knew how much this hurts for the both of them, seeing you losing your life to your illness.

The day of the DARPA expo, both of them were called into work, leaving you alone at the hospital. 

You noticed a green light from your window, and the next thing you realised was you couldn't move. You thought you died then and there, mentally saying sorry and goodbye to the two loves of your life before your consciousness faded.

Meanwhile at the expo, when Stanley saw the green light, he immediately ordered everyone to get low and to not let their minds fade. 

During the 3,700 years, the two men thought about you a lot, how you were, where you are, or if they’ll ever see you and the other ever again. 

“Xeno…Y/N, I hope you both are alright…” Stanley thought as he busied his mind to not fade. He doesn’t know how long it's been, nor how long until he will be free again. Ever since the green light, he’s been thinking of ways to potentially get freed from his paralysis. His mind would sometimes wander to you, his last memory of you was when he and Xeno visited a day before the expo. You were getting weaker, he didn’t know how long you had left. If only he knew that that day could potentially be the last time he saw you, he would have stayed for longer. 

“7, 8, 9, 10. Y/N, Stan… I’ll find a way to get out of here and save you both. Y/N, even if it’s been over centuries, if there’s a chance of you still being alive, I’ll do all I can to cure you.” Xeno thought as he counted the seconds. That’s all he did, count to keep track of time and think of how he could survive in what will be a new era when he gets out. He’s recalling every piece of information he’s even known, forcing himself to never forget any. With all of the research wiped out, the knowledge will only live in his mind until he can write them down again. He’s keen on remembering the research for your cure, that could be his last hope.

Post-Petrification:

When Xeno woke up from his petrification, he immediately did things to ensure his survival as he waited for the other people to get freed. 

When Stanley and the others woke up, they immediately built a base and gathered all the resources to survive, slowly building up the American colony. 

It took years for them to go from the stone tools to the upgrades that would help them live more comfortably. 

Each hunt for food and resources, Stanley would scour the statues, hoping to maybe find yours. 

One night, Stanley asked Xeno how they’ll go about finding your statue, or if your statue is even intact. 

That was one of the few times Stanley got vulnerable, the last time was when your cancer got worse. 

Xeno then pulled out a map of all the possible locations, taking into consideration where you were, how many years it's been, how the topography changed, and all of that.

It was at times like this when Stanley was glad to have Xeno’s scary intelligence.

When they successfully made vehicles and aircrafts, they sent out the squad to go look for you which was led by Stanley, they took a few weeks to retrieve you. 

“Alright, this is location no.10. Let’s go.” Stanley commanded, each of his people looked at each statue closely, looking for you. Stanley himself meticulously looked around for you, it was hard to remain calm when he was so desperate to find you. He was anxious, didn’t know what state he’d find you in, or if you could be revived.  “Commander! Take a look!” one of them shouted, alerting him. He rushed towards her and looked down at the hole. His eyes widened when he realised it really was you. “Y/N… we finally found you.” He spoke. 

He dug the dirt more to reveal that your statue was in pieces. His heart sank at the realisation that you can’t wake up on your own, that you were gone for good. He still decided to gather all pieces of you, in case Xeno would be able to magically heal you. He was silent the whole ride back to the base, his crew has never seen him this depressed. They knew him as a resilient commander who was afraid of almost nothing. When he got back, he brought your statue directly to Xeno.

“I’m back, I found Y/N.” Stanley stated, entering the lab. “Welcome back, how are they-” Xeno stopped as he saw the way Stanley looked, it was a negative look. “Their statue is in pieces… I… how will they revive…” Stanley sat, emotions pooling, tears threatening to leave his eyes. “I…” for once, Xeno was at a loss for words. His mind couldn’t think straight.  He expected this outcome, but a part of him hoped that a miracle could have happened and kept your stone body safe. Xeno went to hug Stanley as they sobbed together for the loss of their lover. They decided to keep your statue somewhere safe, arranged and put you back into your form. This was their last way of having something to remember you by. When days get tough, they’d visit your statue and just talk as if you were really still there.

When Senku and the Kingdom of Science fought against the American colony and kidnapped Xeno, Stanley was furious. He already lost you, he couldn’t afford to lose Xeno as well. 

The whole chase happened, and in order to defeat Stanley, they had to petrify the whole globe again. 

After the 7 years of Petrification, Suika was able to revive Senku who in turn revived the others and Xeno, forming a truce with him. 

When Senku told Xeno about the healing properties of the revival fluid, as well as how they revived a lot of the statues that Tsukasa smashed, Xeno was amazed. 

He realised that you had another chance at life. 

“Hello, sorry for the intrusion. Yuzuriha, correct?” Xeno walked into Yuzuriha’s tent where she was making cloth. “Oh, Xeno. Can I help you with anything?” Yuzuriha answered. “Yes, actually. Senku told me that you were able to piece back together smashed statues and were able to revive them, is that correct?” Xeno asked, eyeing the woman. “Oh, yes. I spent a lot of time glueing pieces back together before. Why is that?” She asked, curious as to where this is going. “I have a job for you, if you wouldn’t mind. Follow me.” Xeno said, leading the way with Yuzuriha following after. 

He brought her to where you were kept. He was glad to find out that nothing much changed in the 7 years that passed. “Oh, a broken statue?” Yuzuriha asked, kneeling down to inspect the pieces. They weren't as bad as the ones broken by Tsukasa, yours was much easier. “Yes, they were someone very special to both Stan and I.” Xeno answered, looking at your stone face. 

Yuzuriha looked back at Xeno and saw the soft gaze he held. “So, you want me to put them back together and get Senku to revive them?” She asked. “Just put back together for now. I think Stanley would like to be here when they get revived.” Xeno answered. “Ok, you can count on me, Xeno!” Yuzuriha cheered, running to get her supplies. It took her no less than 2 hours to get you all pieced back together. 

Xeno felt alone, despite having everyone around him, the two people he cherished were still in stone. He could revive you, but he’d want Stanley to witness it as well, he knew how much pain Stanley kept when he thought you were unrevivable. So he waited for an opportunity, maybe in the soon future, to negotiate Stanley’s revival and then yours. 

When the astronaut selection happened, they decided to revive Stanley. Bringing the idea to Xeno, his eyes widened and he turned around, not wanting the others to see his emotional state. “If we’re reviving Stanley, may I ask for another one to get revived?” Xeno asked after the agreement, to which Senku agreed after learning that it wasn’t someone harmful and it was someone who could be useful. 

When Stanley got revived, his only thought was that it was an important mission, and he was assigned to pilot the manned rocket. When that was set, he and Xeno were left alone. “Stan… let’s go see Y/N’s statue.” Xeno said, to which Stanley immediately agreed to. Part of him hoped that he’d see you in the flesh, but he was also scared to hope. When they got there, Stanley was surprised to see that your statue was intact and dressed, the lines the only evidence of the shatter. “That petrification device is one of a kind, you know. Its mysterious science is quite elegant. Who knew that the reason for humanity’s collapse can also be the cure we’ve looked for.” Xeno said, looking at you. 

“Wait… you mean…?” Stanley stuttered, eyes wide looking at Xeno. “See for yourself.” Xeno said, handing him a bottle which the other assumed to be revival fluid. Stanley slowly uncapped the bottle and poured the liquid over you. Soon enough, your stone cracked and revealed you, alive. “What… where am I… huh?” You spoke as you blinked, eyes getting used to the sudden light. “Y/N… you’re actually alive…” Stanley whispered, afraid that this was an illusion. “Stan…Xeno…” you muttered. Stanley immediately brought you into a hug, his emotions spilling out. He didn’t need to be stoic when it was only you three. 

“The petrification from the medusa has healing properties. Senku shared to me that it was able to revive one of their comrades after you had a run in with them. It also healed the injuries from the war.” Xeno shared, “what? What’s going on…?” you asked. “That’s a story to tell for later, what I’m trying to say is that due to the petrification’s healing properties, the cancer in your body is no more.” Xeno replied, shocking both Stanley and yourself. “Really?!” you exclaimed, getting up to hug Xeno. “I do feel more energised than before. That’s amazing!” You added.

They ended up bringing you to Xeno’s place, filling you in with what you’ve missed for the years you’ve been petrified, and what they’re up to now. You learned that Stanley was revived to be the pilot of the rocket, while that scared you, you had trust in Xeno and Stanley that they will make sure that this mission is successful.

“Everyone, this is Dr. L/N, one of the renowned biologists of the old world.” Xeno introduced you to the crew. “Great! We have a biologist to help out with the agricultural cultivation! I desire all the different kinds of plants!” The guy who’s name you learned was Ryusui shouted. You helped them cultivate crops and helped with the agriculture in the Kingdom. Partnering up with Francios and making the food more nutritious and more easy to obtain. 

It wasn’t a secret that Stanley, Xeno, and you had something going on, but it wasn’t announced either. The others would just see how the other two were so much more different when with you. You were the “light” of the three, making them trust the other two more. With you there, it feels as if the other two were tamer. That however was put to test when someone decided it would be a good idea to flirt with you despite your protest and obvious uncomfort. “Back off from our partner.” Stanley’s commanding voice boomed, “lest you want to become one of the testing dummies in an experiment I’m working on.” Xeno added. making the other person cower in fear, that was when they found out that you three were in fact official. 

When everything was settled and humanity was slowly rising back up and with the legal rules of old age gone, the three of you decided to get married and live as how you’ve wanted to in your old lives. You thought that your life back in the old days would end easily, with you succumbing to your illness and leaving behind your two lovers, but thanks to the phenomenon, you were able to restart and live a new life with the two loves of your life. 

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[aspenmissing]

Hiiiii!!! I requested the muscular girlfriend with arcane characters, and omg, I love it SO MUCH! Thank you so much for writing my request! Honestly, I was so nervous about submitting it that I considered not submitting it at all, but I'm so glad I did. I was wondering if I could make another request with all the same arcane characters with their muscular girlfriend again where she's just doing something she already does pretty regularly and doesn't think twice about it, but the characters find it like super attractive or they do something stupid and get hurt/get attacked or something and she protects/helps them even if they can do it themselves? I'm sorry if this is long, I got really amped up after reading the last post lol. I can't wait to read more of your work! 💜

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JAYCE

The rhythmic clang of metal against wood echoed through the workshop as you swung your hammer down with practiced ease. Each strike drove thick iron nails deep into the beams, securing the frame of the latest project you were working on. The scent of sawdust mixed with the faint burn of heated steel, and the cool Piltover air brushed against your exposed arms, sending a shiver down your spine.

Jayce had come in with the excuse of checking on your work, but in reality, he hadn't taken his eyes off you since he'd arrived.

His arms were crossed, a smirk tugging at his lips as he leaned against the workbench. He was supposed to be handling some council affairs, but watching you in action was far more entertaining. The way your muscles flexed with every swing, the way your shoulders rolled, the sheer strength behind every movement—it had his full attention. Every precise motion sent a ripple of power through your frame, and Jayce found himself utterly captivated.

"You're staring," you said without looking up, setting another nail in place.

"Can you blame me?" Jayce’s voice was warm, tinged with admiration. "You make wielding that hammer look effortless."

With a snort, you lifted the hammer again, bringing it down in a powerful arc. The nail sank into the beam with one precise hit. Jayce had seen many strong workers in the forges, but there was something about watching you—his partner—that made his breath hitch every time.

"You always get this distracted when I'm working?" You straightened up, rolling your shoulders, and Jayce couldn't help but let his gaze trail down your arms, lingering on the way your veins subtly traced over taut muscle.

"Only when you look that good doing it," he teased, stepping closer. "I mean, come on, those arms? I think you might be stronger than me."

You huffed out a laugh, grabbing another nail and setting it in place. "Think? I know I am."

Jayce raised an eyebrow, his smirk deepening. "Oh yeah? Care to prove it?"

You paused, turning to face him fully. Your expression was equal parts amusement and challenge. Then, without a word, you flexed—just enough to make a point. The way your biceps tensed, the way your forearms corded with power—it was unfair, really. You knew exactly what you were doing to him.

Jayce let out a low whistle, rubbing the back of his neck. "Damn," he muttered. "You really know how to make a guy feel weak in the knees."

You leaned in slightly, voice dropping to a teasing whisper. "I thought you liked it."

Jayce chuckled, shaking his head. "Oh, I love it."

Before you could react, he slid an arm around your waist, pulling you close. His lips brushed against your ear, voice dropping to a husky murmur. "But I think I need to test that strength firsthand."

You smirked, pressing a palm against his chest. "After I finish my work, golden boy."

Jayce groaned dramatically, but he didn't let go. "Fine, fine. But I'm cashing in on that test later."

"Hope you're ready to lose," you teased, but there was an undeniable glint in your eyes, a flicker of mischief.

Jayce let out a slow breath, shaking his head as he ran a hand through his hair. "You have no idea what you're doing to me right now."

You gave him an innocent shrug before turning back to your work, picking up your hammer once more. The next few swings were deliberately slower, controlled—giving him plenty of time to admire the way your muscles flexed and moved. Jayce swallowed hard, gripping the edge of the workbench as if grounding himself.

"You sure I can't distract you just a little?" He tried, stepping closer, voice taking on that smooth, persuasive tone.

You barely spared him a glance. "Jayce."

"What?" He grinned. "Just saying, if I had half the definition you do, I’d be walking around sleeveless all the time."

You sighed, rolling your eyes, but you couldn't fight the smirk creeping onto your lips. "You already do."

"Yeah, but it doesn't hit the same," he admitted, letting his fingers ghost over your forearm, marveling at the way the muscle shifted beneath his touch. "You're incredible, you know that?"

You exhaled through your nose, amused, before setting down your hammer and finally turning to face him again. "You just love stroking my ego, don’t you?"

Jayce tilted his head, looking you over with something unreadable—something warm and hungry all at once. "Among other things."

A spark of heat passed between you two, and for a brief moment, the workshop, the nails, and the hammer all faded into the background. It was just you and him, standing inches apart, the scent of metal and sawdust mingling with the charged air between you.

You narrowed your eyes playfully. "You keep distracting me like this, and I’m going to make you hold the beams while I work."

Jayce held up his hands in surrender, chuckling. "Okay, okay. I’ll behave... for now."

He stepped back, but his smirk lingered, eyes raking over you one last time before he finally—reluctantly—turned away.

But as he left, you had the distinct feeling that later, when you were done, Jayce would be very eager to put your strength to the test.

VIKTOR

The afternoon light spilled lazily over Piltover’s streets, casting long golden shadows on the cobblestone roads. The air was crisp but not too cold, the kind of weather that made walks through the city especially pleasant—at least, if one wasn’t relying on a cane that had seen better days.

Viktor had been walking beside you, his usual steady rhythm only slightly uneven, a sign that his leg was giving him more trouble than usual. His hand gripped the head of his cane firmly, but you noticed the way his fingers occasionally tensed, the slightest hitch in his step that he always tried to mask.

You had been mid-sentence—something about how the baker on the corner had finally agreed to stop skimping on the cinnamon in your favourite pastries—when the sharp sound of wood snapping made you freeze.

Viktor’s cane gave out beneath him.

His balance wavered for half a second before he caught himself, though his weight landed heavily on his bad leg. His face twisted, just slightly, as he muttered something in Czech under his breath, eyes flicking down to the now-useless piece of wood in his grasp.

“Ah,” he huffed out a breath. “It seems my faithful companion has abandoned me.”

You didn’t hesitate. Before he could attempt another step, you turned to him, already reaching for him with an ease that came naturally. “You’re not walking around without it.”

He tilted his head, a smirk tugging at his lips. “And what do you suggest, love? That I simply hover?”

You scoffed, already lowering yourself slightly to grab at his waist. “No, I’m carrying you.”

His amber eyes widened just slightly, that expression of quiet amusement laced with disbelief. “You can’t be serious—”

“Oh, I’m very serious.” You bent down fully, slipping an arm beneath his knees and another behind his back before he could even think of protesting. With practiced strength, you lifted him with ease, his weight settling against your chest as you adjusted your hold.

Viktor, stunned into momentary silence, blinked up at you. Then, a slow grin spread across his face.

“Hmm,” he mused, one arm looping around your shoulders as if testing the feeling of it. His fingers lightly traced over your upper arm, his touch lingering in a way that made you very aware of how he was admiring the definition of your muscles. “I must say, I should have broken that cane sooner.”

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t help the way warmth crept up your neck at the way he was quite literally making himself comfortable in your hold.

“You’re ridiculous,” you muttered, adjusting him slightly as you continued walking as if carrying him weighed nothing. Because, to you, it really didn’t.

Viktor, however, just hummed, looking entirely too pleased with himself. His fingers gently ran along your collarbone before trailing down to your bicep, squeezing lightly as he let out an appreciative sigh.

“Ridiculous, perhaps,” he murmured, his voice a touch lower now, his breath warm against your skin, “but I do have exceptional taste.”

You groaned. “Viktor.”

“I’m merely appreciating the situation,” he continued, tilting his head slightly to look up at you. “Which, I might add, is quite pleasant from this vantage point.”

You huffed, adjusting your grip on him, but the truth was that you were trying very hard to ignore the way his words sent a flutter through your chest. You were used to Viktor’s teasing, but there was something in the way he was looking at you now—warm, content, utterly unbothered by the idea of being carried through Piltover—that made it clear he was enjoying this far too much.

“Alright, alright, I get it,” you muttered, but you didn’t put him down. In truth, you didn’t mind carrying him. You never minded. If it kept him from straining himself, if it kept him from pushing through pain just to keep up with everyone else, you’d carry him a thousand times over.

Viktor must have sensed the thought behind your silence, because his fingers found yours where they rested against his side. He gave them a small squeeze.

“I am lucky,” he murmured, softer this time.

You glanced down at him, your expression gentler now. “I’d say we both are.”

He smiled then, and for a moment, everything else—the broken cane, the stares from passers-by, the rest of the world—faded into the background.

And so, with Viktor securely in your arms, you kept walking, knowing that as long as he was with you, you’d gladly carry him anywhere.

JAYVIK

The workshop was a mess. Again.

Y/N exhaled through her nose, arms crossed over her chest as she took in the absolute disaster Jayce and Viktor had made of their shared lab. Gears scattered across the floor, blueprint papers pinned to the walls at odd angles, and—was that a scorch mark on the ceiling? What in the hell had they been doing?

She stepped over a pile of scrap metal, boots thudding against the floor with an authority neither of them could ignore. Jayce, the brilliant dumbass that he was, at least had the decency to look sheepish, rubbing the back of his neck. Viktor, on the other hand, merely arched a brow, his cane resting against his leg as he leaned against the worktable.

“I don’t suppose this is part of some new revolutionary discovery?” Y/N asked, gesturing at the chaos with a pointed look.

“Well, in theory, it was,” Jayce started, voice full of forced optimism.

Viktor snorted. “If by ‘revolutionary,’ you mean an explosion, then yes.”

Y/N pinched the bridge of her nose. “You two are going to give me grey hairs.”

“Oh, come now, miláček,” Viktor drawled, pushing himself upright with his cane. “I am certain you find our antics endearing.” (Darling)

Jayce sidled up to her, resting an arm on her shoulder. “Besides, don’t pretend you don’t like playing the protective one.”

She could feel the heat of his body against hers, the sharp contrast to Viktor’s ever-calculating, playful smirk. They were trouble—two brilliant minds too stubborn for their own good. And unfortunately, she was helplessly in love with both of them.

“You mean I like making sure you don’t blow yourselves up,” she corrected, but the affection in her tone was obvious.

Viktor’s gaze flickered, following the roll of muscle in her arms as she reached up and easily plucked a heavy piece of metal from the top shelf—something he and Jayce usually struggled to grab together. The sight of her, effortlessly handling what would take both of them effort, made something flicker in his eyes. Something interested. Jayce, too, let out a low whistle, watching the way her biceps flexed with interest.

Y/N raised a brow as she turned, holding the metal in one hand. “Why are you two looking at me like that?”

Jayce grinned. “I don’t know, maybe because that was kinda hot?”

Viktor hummed in agreement. “Very hot.”

She huffed, amused. “You two are ridiculous.”

Jayce nudged her side. “Yeah, but you love us anyway.”

Viktor smirked. “And we love watching you do that.”

With an exaggerated groan, Y/N shook her head, but she couldn’t hide the way the corner of her lips quirked up. “You two are incorrigible.”

“And yet,” Viktor murmured, stepping just close enough to brush a hand against hers, his touch deliberate and slow, “you still choose to be with us.”

Jayce leaned in, his warmth pressing against her other side. “Lucky us.”

Y/N sighed, shaking her head as she gave Jayce’s shoulder a playful shove and Viktor a warning glance he entirely ignored. These two were impossible. But, truth be told, she wouldn’t have it any other way.

Jayce chuckled, catching her wrist before she could move away. His grip was firm, but warm, grounding in a way that sent a pleasant hum through her veins. “We do appreciate you, you know,” he murmured, rubbing his thumb along her knuckles.

Viktor tilted his head, amber eyes gleaming with something softer beneath the teasing edge. “Yes, it seems we have a rather strong guardian angel watching over us.”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “Guardian angel? More like your glorified babysitter.”

Jayce grinned. “I mean, if our babysitter looks like you, I’m not complaining.”

Viktor sighed dramatically. “Yes, such a tragic fate to be under the watchful eye of someone so devastatingly beautiful and terrifyingly strong. How ever shall we survive?”

Y/N groaned, covering her face with her hand. “You two are impossible.”

Jayce leaned in to press a quick kiss to her temple, murmuring against her skin, “And yet, you adore us.”

Viktor followed suit, his lips ghosting over the back of her hand, his voice rich with amusement. “It is quite mutual, I assure you.”

She exhaled, shaking her head but smiling nonetheless. The workshop may have been a disaster, and her lovers may have been ridiculous, but in the end, they were hers. And that, at least, made everything worth it.

As if reading her thoughts, Viktor smirked. “Perhaps next time, we let you take charge of the experiment. After all, you do seem to enjoy keeping us in check.”

Jayce shot her a playful wink. “And we both know you love taking control.”

Y/N let out a dramatic sigh, but before either of them could react, she grabbed Jayce’s collar, pulling him down into a firm kiss that stole the breath from his lungs. His hands instinctively came to rest on her waist, gripping as if he needed to ground himself.

The moment she pulled away, Viktor was already chuckling, cane tapping lightly against the floor. “Mm, I do believe that was well-earned.”

She turned to him next, capturing his chin between her fingers as she leaned in, her lips brushing just barely over his. Viktor’s breath hitched, but he recovered quickly, tilting his head to close the space between them.

When she finally pulled back, she let her fingers trail over Viktor’s jaw and Jayce’s chest before stepping back entirely. “You two behave, or else I’ll have to find a better use for that cane of yours, Vik.”

Viktor’s brows lifted with interest, while Jayce let out a groan, raking a hand through his hair. “You can’t just say things like that and walk away.”

Y/N grinned, turning on her heel and heading for the door. “Watch me.”

The two men exchanged a glance, Jayce shaking his head with a smile, Viktor simply smirking to himself.

They were completely, utterly doomed. And they loved every second of it.

VANDER

The Last Drop was alive with its usual nightly chaos—mugs clinking, dice rolling, and a smoky haze curling above the crowd. Y/N wiped down the bar with ease, her muscular arms flexing with each pass, though most of the patrons were far too drunk to appreciate the sheer power in her frame.

Vander, leaning against the counter, watched her with that familiar smirk, the one he reserved just for her. "You keep cleaning that spot any harder, love, and you’re gonna wear the bar thin."

She shot him a grin. "Maybe if your regulars didn’t spill their drinks like children, I wouldn’t have to."

Vander chuckled, but before he could respond, the heavy doors of the bar slammed open.

A group of kids burst inside, wide-eyed and breathless—Powder, Mylo, and Claggor, their faces smudged with dust and panic.

"Vander! Y/N!" Powder's voice was shrill with fear. "We—we were exploring that old warehouse near the docks, and Vi—she got trapped! The whole place caved in!"

Y/N’s breath caught in her throat, her body tensing like a bowstring. Vander’s face darkened with concern, but before he could move, Y/N was already vaulting over the bar, the wood creaking under her weight.

"Where?" she demanded, her voice like steel.

"By the docks! Near the old factory!" Mylo stammered, pointing wildly.

That was all Y/N needed. She was out the door in an instant, her powerful legs propelling her forward in a full sprint.

=

The air was thick with smoke and dust as she reached the ruins of the collapsed warehouse, her pulse hammering in her ears.

"Vi!" she called, voice strong despite the panic clawing at her chest.

A faint, muffled cough answered her. "H-here!" Vi’s voice was strained, weak, and it sent a chill down Y/N’s spine.

Y/N's keen eyes locked onto the pile of broken beams and shattered stone. Vi was trapped underneath, one leg pinned, barely able to move. Her fingers dug into the dirt, trembling as she tried and failed to pull herself free. The debris shifted slightly, and she let out a sharp cry of pain.

Y/N dropped to her knees, fingers gripping the largest chunk of debris. It was heavy—far heavier than anything she’d lifted before. For a moment, it didn’t budge, the sheer weight of it resisting her strength. A growl of frustration ripped from her throat as she pushed harder, her arms and back straining.

"I-I can’t—" Vi’s voice wavered, panic creeping in. "Y/N, I’m scared!"

Y/N’s heart clenched painfully. "I got you, kid," she reassured, but the slab wouldn’t move, her fingers burning as she struggled against it.

Vi whimpered, a rare sound of helplessness from her. "Mom…!" she gasped in desperation, barely audible, but Y/N heard it. It was raw, instinctive—Vi’s mind reaching for the one person she believed could save her.

Something inside Y/N snapped.

A deep, primal force surged through her, burning through every ounce of fatigue. With a guttural roar, she pushed through the pain, muscles screaming as she lifted the debris just enough for Vi to scramble out, dragging herself across the ground before collapsing into Y/N’s arms.

The moment Vi was free, Y/N let the slab crash back down, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Without hesitation, she pulled Vi into a crushing embrace, her arms wrapped tightly around the girl’s small frame. Vi stiffened for only a moment before melting into the hug, clinging onto Y/N like a lifeline.

"You're safe," Y/N murmured into her hair, holding her close. "Thank god, you're safe."

Vi, still dazed and covered in dust, looked up at Y/N like she was some kind of deity. "You... you lifted that? Just like that?"

Y/N finally loosened her grip just enough to cup Vi’s face, checking her over with keen eyes. "What, think I’m just muscle for show?" she teased, though her voice was still thick with concern.

Vi let out a breathless laugh. "That was... so cool."

Before Y/N could respond, Vander arrived, skidding to a halt. His eyes darted over Vi first, concern etched deep into his features. He crouched beside her, hands hovering uncertainly before finally settling on her shoulders.

"Vi, you alright?" His voice was rough, but undeniably gentle as he checked her over.

Vi blinked up at him, still dazed. "Yeah... Y/N got me out."

Vander exhaled sharply, pulling Vi into a firm, protective embrace. "Scared the hell outta me, kid. You can't go getting yourself crushed, you hear me?"

Vi let out a tired chuckle, gripping the fabric of his vest. "I'll try."

Only after making sure Vi was steady did Vander turn to Y/N, his expression shifting from worry to something softer—something full of gratitude and admiration. He reached for her, cupping her face with rough, calloused hands.

"You alright?" he asked, voice quieter now.

Y/N huffed out a tired laugh, leaning slightly into his touch. "Yeah. Just another night at the Last Drop, huh?"

Vander let out a relieved chuckle, pressing a lingering kiss to her forehead. "I dunno what I’d do without you, love."

Vi, still looking up at Y/N with something akin to hero worship, nodded. "Me neither."

Y/N smirked, but then her eyes fell to Vi’s leg, still half-covered in dust and looking slightly twisted. Without a second thought, she scooped Vi up into her arms like she weighed nothing, earning a startled yelp from the girl.

"Hey! I can walk—"

"Not on that leg, you can’t," Y/N shot back, tightening her grip and adjusting Vi against her chest. "You're hurt, and I’m not about to let you limp your way back."

Vi, clearly flustered but secretly enjoying being carried, crossed her arms with a grumble but didn't protest further. Powder and the others ran ahead, leading the way back to the Last Drop while Vander kept pace beside Y/N, shaking his head with a soft chuckle.

"You know," he murmured, glancing at Vi, who had started to nod off in Y/N’s arms. "I think she just found herself a new role model."

Y/N smirked, shifting Vi slightly so the girl’s head rested against her shoulder. "Guess that makes two of us, then."

Vander let out a low chuckle, draping an arm around Y/N’s back as they walked. "Yeah. Seems like we’re stuck with you, huh?"

Y/N just smiled, cradling Vi a little closer. "Wouldn’t have it any other way."

SILCO

Silco’s office was dimly lit, the glow of his cigar casting long shadows across the mahogany desk. The scent of smoke and whiskey hung in the air, clinging to the fabric of his vest. Papers were scattered before him, numbers and names written in careful ink, but his focus was elsewhere.

Across from him sat a man—a supplier, a nervous one. His fingers twitched against the worn wood, his knee bouncing in barely contained anxiety. He was lying. Y/N could see it in the way his eyes flicked from side to side, in the way his tongue darted out to wet his lips every few sentences.

She leaned against the armrest of Silco’s chair, her posture deceptively relaxed. To the untrained eye, she looked like nothing more than a lounging companion, a woman draped in dark fabric with an air of confidence that bordered on lazy.

But those who knew her—truly knew her—understood the reality beneath the surface.

Silco did.

That’s why she was here. His queen. His shield.

The conversation dragged on, words filling the space between them like smoke curling in the air. The supplier spoke in rushed assurances, promising shipments, promising loyalty, promising things he could not possibly deliver. Silco remained impassive, letting the man weave his own noose with every poorly chosen word.

And then Y/N caught it. The tell.

A slight shift. A twitch of the fingers. The careful way his hand dipped toward his pocket, as if he were merely adjusting his coat. But Y/N wasn’t fooled.

A glint of steel.

He was fast.

She was faster.

The knife had barely left his pocket before Y/N caught his wrist mid-air, fingers locking around it with effortless ease. The blade hovered inches from Silco’s chest, trembling. The supplier’s breath hitched, his eyes wide in disbelief.

Silco, not even looking up, exhaled a long plume of smoke. "Hmph. I see you’ve made a poor decision."

Y/N’s grip remained steady, her expression unreadable as she squeezed just enough for the man’s knuckles to turn white. She could feel his pulse pounding beneath her fingertips, the rush of panic setting in.

She stood fluidly, the motion smooth as silk, and with an effortless twist, she wrenched his arm behind his back. The movement was clinical, precise—like handling a fragile object she didn’t particularly care for. The man gasped, his cheek slamming against the desk as his knuckles scraped the rough wood. The knife clattered uselessly from his grip.

"Fuck—!" His voice broke as she applied a touch more pressure, testing. He groaned in pain, his free hand clawing at the surface. "W-Wait—!"

Y/N leaned down, her lips close to his ear, voice softer than it had any right to be. "You thought you could kill him?" A pause, letting the weight of his failure sink in. "In front of me?"

She flexed her fingers just slightly, and the man howled.

Silco finally glanced up, his mismatched eyes flicking from the trembling fool to Y/N. Amusement curled at the corner of his lips. "You’re enjoying yourself."

"Maybe." Y/N tilted her head, rolling her shoulders as if the whole thing was barely worth the effort. "You want him dead?"

Silco sighed, tapping ash from his cigar into the tray beside him. "Not just yet. He still owes me."

"Shame." Her voice was velvet-soft, but the glint in her eyes was sharp. She leaned in further, her lips ghosting over the man’s ear. "You’re lucky he’s feeling generous."

With a final shove, she released him. He crumpled to the floor in a pathetic heap, cradling his arm as he gasped for breath.

Silco regarded him like one would a stain on their boot. "Crawl out of my office," he said, voice smooth, calm. "Don’t make me rethink my mercy."

The man scrambled to his feet, stumbling over himself in his desperate need to escape. He clutched his injured arm, his face twisted in pain as he all but bolted for the door. It slammed shut behind him.

Silco exhaled, leaning back in his chair as he studied Y/N. She flexed her fingers absently, like she’d just brushed dust from her hands. As if the entire thing had been a mild inconvenience.

His lips quirked. "I do love it when you make a mess of my furniture."

Y/N smirked, rolling out the tension in her shoulders. "You knew he had a knife."

"Of course." He swirled the whiskey in his glass, watching the amber liquid catch the dim light. "But I do prefer watching you handle things."

She chuckled, stepping behind his chair and resting her hands on his shoulders. Her fingers pressed into the fabric of his vest, kneading the tension there with slow, deliberate movements.

"And here I thought you kept me around for my charm," she mused.

Silco reached up, catching her hand in his. He turned it over, brushing his lips against her knuckles, the touch lingering. "That too, my dear," he murmured, smirking against her skin. "That too."

SEVIKA

The Last Drop was alive tonight. The air was thick with smoke, the scent of alcohol and sweat mingling with the dim lighting of the bar. Laughter and curses filled the space, the usual rowdy chaos of a Zaunite evening.

Sevika sat at her usual spot, a thick glass of whiskey in hand. Her mechanical arm rested against the table, fingers tapping absentmindedly against the wood as she smirked at the woman beside her.

Y/N leaned back against the booth, arms crossed, muscles flexing subtly beneath the fabric of her sleeveless top. She was just another soul carved from the rough edges of Zaun. Strong, confident, a presence that turned heads without her even trying. But tonight? She was here to drink, unwind, and enjoy Sevika’s company.

"You keep lookin’ at me like that," Y/N muttered, lifting her own drink to her lips, "I might think you want somethin’."

Sevika exhaled a slow stream of smoke from the cigar perched between her lips. "What, can't admire my woman?"

Y/N rolled her eyes, but a smirk tugged at her lips. "You can. Just don’t get distracted. We’re still in Zaun, after all."

Sevika snorted, about to retort—when the telltale sound of a bottle shattering against the floor cut through the noise.

The bar fell into a brief, tense silence before everything erupted.

Some idiot had thrown the first punch. Another shoved a table over. A fight broke out like wildfire—fists flying, bottles smashing, chairs crashing against bodies.

Y/N sighed and knocked back the rest of her drink. "Godsdammit. I liked this shirt."

"Then don’t get blood on it," Sevika quipped, already rising to her feet as a burly man lunged toward her.

She sidestepped, slamming her metal fist into his jaw with a sickening crack before turning to Y/N, who had already caught another thug’s punch in her palm.

Y/N grinned, her biceps flexing as she yanked the poor bastard closer, driving her knee into his stomach before tossing him over the bar like a ragdoll.

Sevika whistled, impressed. "Shit, I love it when you do that."

"You love everything I do," Y/N shot back, already ducking under a wild swing before landing an uppercut that sent another man stumbling back.

"Can you blame me?" Sevika smirked, knocking a chair out of her way before elbowing a man in the ribs hard enough to make him wheeze.

Y/N’s attention was pulled elsewhere when a particularly massive thug—built like a Shimmer-pumped brute—charged at her, arms raised to crush her. She met him head-on, stepping into his swing and catching his arm midair before twisting it behind his back.

"Damn, you’re strong," Sevika murmured, watching Y/N handle him with ease.

Y/N winked. "Jealous?"

"Nah," Sevika grunted, dodging a wild swing from another brawler. "Just turned on."

Y/N laughed, sweeping her opponent’s legs out from under him before slamming her boot into his stomach to keep him down.

=

A knife-wielding thug tried his luck, slashing at Y/N’s arm and drawing a thin line of blood. She barely spared it a glance before grabbing his wrist, twisting it until the knife clattered to the ground.

"That all you got?" she taunted before throwing him headfirst into a broken chair.

Sevika chuckled, sending another man flying with a well-placed punch. "You’re so fucking hot when you fight."

Y/N smirked. "So are you, babe. That thing with the chair just now?" She whistled. "Real sexy."

Sevika snorted, wiping blood from the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand. "You keep talkin’ like that, I might just have to take you home early."

=

A bottle came flying toward Sevika’s back, but Y/N caught it midair, flipping it once before smashing it over the head of the poor bastard who threw it.

Sevika turned, brows raised in approval. "Nice reflexes."

Y/N blew her a kiss. "I’ve been told I’m pretty quick with my hands."

Sevika smirked, her gaze dropping just briefly. "Oh, I know you are."

Y/N laughed before sending a roundhouse kick into the last standing thug, knocking him flat onto the floor.

The fight didn’t last much longer. One by one, their attackers groaned on the ground, battered and bruised, some unconscious.

Sevika wiped blood from her split lip, looking over at Y/N, who had a fresh bruise blooming across her jaw and a few cuts decorating her arms.

"Not bad," Sevika murmured, eyeing the damage they’d both taken.

Y/N rolled her shoulder, cracking her neck with a wince. "I could say the same for you."

Sevika took a step closer, lifting her chin to get a better look at the bruises on Y/N’s jaw. Her fingers—warm, rough, and teasingly gentle—traced the fresh mark. "Shame," she mused, "you’ve got such a pretty face."

Y/N smirked. "You should see the other guy."

Sevika chuckled, pulling her hand back, though not before giving Y/N’s bicep an appreciative squeeze. "I do love these arms, though."

"You say that every time I fight," Y/N said, tilting her head.

Sevika shrugged. "And I’ll keep sayin’ it."

Silco’s men started clearing the mess, dragging out the unfortunate souls who had picked the wrong bar to cause trouble in.

With the dust settled, Sevika let out a satisfied exhale and reached for her cigar again. "So, you still mad about your shirt?"

Y/N looked down at the blood and dirt staining the fabric before shaking her head with a chuckle. "Nah, you’ll just owe me a new one."

Sevika smirked. "Fine. But you’ll have to take this one off first."

Y/N arched a brow, lips curling into a smirk. "You really can’t help yourself, can you?"

Sevika shrugged, lighting her cigar. "Nope."

Y/N laughed, throwing an arm around Sevika’s shoulders as they made their way back to the bar, ready for another round. Just another night in Zaun.

[prettygirl-gabi]

Chapter 3: Focus on Us

Rating: General Audiences

Warning: none

Paring: Paige Bueckers x !photographer fem reader

Fandom: Women's basketball

Summary: "you're important"

Welcome to chapter 3 of Through The Lens. I hope you all enjoy and there is more to come...stay tuned my loveies!! 🏀💕📸

It was late, and my tiny dorm desk was cluttered with camera equipment, SD cards, and a cup of lukewarm coffee I’d forgotten to drink. The incident in the gym with Paige lingered in my mind as I sat editing footage for my final project. My fingers hovered over the keyboard as I debated whether to open the file labeled “Gym Footage – Paige.”

Curiosity got the better of me, and I clicked play.

The screen flickered to life, showing Paige’s face as she fumbled with my camera. Her brows furrowed in concentration as she adjusted the angle, murmuring to herself, “How does she make this look so easy?”

I couldn’t help but smile at the way she treated my camera like it was something sacred. Then her tone turned serious.

“Hey, Y/N,” she began, her voice soft but sincere. “I know you’re probably still upset about what happened, and honestly, you have every right to be. But I hope you know how much I admire you—your work, your passion, everything. You’re incredible, and I hate that I hurt you.”

My chest tightened as I listened, her words more heartfelt than I expected.

The video continued, capturing the moment I returned from the bathroom. Paige must have thought she’d turned the camera off, but it kept rolling as we talked, laughed, and shared pieces of ourselves on that cold gym floor.

By the time the video ended, I felt a mix of emotions—touched by Paige’s honesty, but also incredibly awkward knowing it had been recorded. Still, I couldn’t bring myself to delete it. Instead, I duplicated the footage onto a hard drive, labeling it simply as For Paige.

At the next practice, I made my way to the gym, the hard drive tucked securely in my bag. I was nervous to hand it over, unsure how Paige would react.

She spotted me as soon as I walked in, her face lighting up with a grin. “Hey, stranger! Decided to stop avoiding me?”

I rolled my eyes, though I couldn’t hide my smile. “I was never avoiding you.”

“Sure,” she teased, jogging over to meet me. “What’s that?”

I pulled the hard drive from my bag, holding it out to her. “It’s… the footage from the gym. I thought you might want a copy.”

Her smile softened as she took it from me, her fingers brushing against mine. “Thanks, Y/N. I didn’t think you kept it.”

I shrugged, trying to play it cool. “It’s good footage. And, well… I think it’s important.”

Paige’s gaze lingered on me for a moment, her expression unreadable. “You’re important.”

The words hung in the air between us, making my heart skip a beat. Before I could respond, Coach blew his whistle, calling the team to start drills.

Over the next few weeks, Paige and I grew closer. At games—both home and away—she made a point to check in on me, making sure I had a good spot to shoot from and subtly positioning herself during warm-ups to shield me from stray balls.

“Protecting your camera,” she’d say with a smirk, though the warmth in her eyes told me it was more than that.

At home games, her attentiveness didn’t go unnoticed by the team—or the fans. KK and Azzi teased us relentlessly, while fans on social media began speculating about our dynamic, tagging us in posts with captions like, “Paige’s photographer girlfriend?”

One particular home game, as I set up my equipment during warm-ups, Paige jogged over, her usual grin in place.

“Let me try,” she said, gesturing to my camera.

I raised an eyebrow. “Try what?”

“Taking pictures,” she said, her tone playful. “You make it look easy, but I bet it’s harder than it seems.”

I hesitated, glancing at the camera in my hands. “Paige, this is expensive equipment. What if you drop it?”

She placed a hand over her heart, feigning offense. “Y/N, I’m an athlete. I have excellent hand-eye coordination.”

I laughed despite myself, eventually handing her the camera. “Fine, but if you break this one, you’re buying me a new one.”

“Deal,” she said with a wink, taking the camera from me.

She spent the next ten minutes snapping pictures of her teammates—some candid, some posed—and even turned the lens on me a few times.

“Paige!” I protested, holding up my hand to block her view.

“Come on, you’re the star of this project,” she teased. “Let me get one good shot.”

Reluctantly, I lowered my hand, letting her capture a few photos. She grinned at the screen, clearly proud of her work.

“You’re a natural,” I admitted as she handed the camera back.

“Only because I have the best teacher,” she replied, her tone soft.

Later, as the game began, I couldn’t help but notice how Paige glanced my way after every big play, her smile brighter than usual. When she made a block that sent the ball flying dangerously close to my corner, she immediately looked over, mouthing, “You okay?”

I nodded, giving her a thumbs-up, and she grinned before returning to the game.

By the time the night ended, I had more than enough photos for my project—and a growing collection of memories with Paige that I knew I’d treasure.

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Tag list: @sayurireidotcom , @astroeliza .... (more to be added)

[jalicecookie]

Purple Haired Friend

You're visit the set of Squid Game 2 , to surprise your Father Ha-neul Kang. Unfortunately, you get lost while searching for him and end up near the men's toilets, completely shy and lost of orientation. Luckily for you, an Actor with black and purple hair and a big heart , is your savior. Or in short Words - Seung-hyun helps a Toddler to find her Father on the set of Squid Game 2.

⁓ A little Gift for the very talented @thanosscross. The Way you write Seung Hyun is super inspiring and made me try my very ever first Jump , into writing something, that is about the filming Set of an Series/ the Actor Career Focus Point. I can imagine that T.O.P// Seung Hyun as a very gentle soul , with a good Heart for Kids, so yeah i hope i could surprise you with this small Project <3 ⁓

Check out her Stories and her Works she wrote, it is very good and i enjoy every Post from he that shows up on my Dashboard :-)

TW: None, just a lot of Cuteness and Fluffness (at least i tried to write it so ^^)

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"….Appa will definitely be happy to see us, it will be a great surprise! Sometimes there are a lot of people on a set, he said, so we have to be good and not cause any trouble, okay? And when we see Appa, we'll shout "surprise" really loudly, okay?" - the words of your big brother Min-Jun come into your field of vision, as does the face of the 9-year-old, while your mother parks the car in the studio's visitor parking lot and puts on the handbrake.

It was a special day and, unlike your older brother, you still can't understand the bigger picture , behind your father - Ha-Neul-Kang's - public life and the man's associated success as an actor in film productions and television series.

For you, since you have better understood the rough structure of the day, it is completely normal that your father comes home earlier or later due to the working day and the overtime during filming.

Sometimes you visit him as a family on the set of different productions and in most cases you hardly notice the hustle and bustle and the crowds of people on the studio premises.

In the past , you usually slept through the whole drama or shyly fled into your mother's arms and avoided all eye contact… it was strange to often see your father under makeup and with a different haircut, it always took a lot of convincing for your father to really convince you that this stranger was not a strange person but still your Appa.

You were always more of a shy, timid toddler and your third birthday, which you celebrated together with the family a few days ago (Ha-Neul specially blew up the balloons on the decorated dining room table himself and hoped that they would blow out the candles on the chocolate cake for you!) didn't really change much… well… apart from the fact that your big brother seemed to somehow lure you out of your shell with his euphoria about the surprise visit.

"Surprise!" you say, giggling and clapping your hands once.

"Not until we see Appa and are allowed to go to him, Silly," your big brother replied and helped you to unbuckle the seat belt of the child seat before your mother picked you up and took Min-Jun's hand to go through security together and then let one of the nice crew members lead you through the long corridors and hallways of the set.

"Mommy? Down? wanna walk like Min-Ju" - you say as you make a short stop and are near the cafeteria, where your mother and brother meet a family friend (mother and daughter) whose father also stars in the Netflix series Squid Game and they start talking.

"You stay with Mommy and Min-Ju, okay? Don't run away or walk off okay", - your mother said to you as she slowly put you on the floor. You obey…for a period of 2 minutes…the adult women talk, your big brother and the big girl talk too and…oh does that one adult look like your dad? In the suit…sometimes your dad wears a similar suit.

You tug on your mommy's sleeve once but she is so engrossed in the conversation with the other adult, that she didn't notice for the moment…and your big brother started playing rock paper scissors with the other girl and then a mini version of tag…what if the man in the suit was Appa and wouldn't hear if they all shouted surprise?

You look away from your mother and big brother, the man in the suit is talking to another adult and then walks away from the hallway…you can still hear the parting words of the suit wearer's conversation partner echoing over to you.

"…..you should go to the mask trailer - Gong-Yoo"

Gong-Yoo….wasn't that the last name that Mommy and Appa sometimes use to answer a phone call - Kang….Gong-Yoo…..that sounded kind of the same and since you couldn't see the man's face for the moment, you decided to do the most sensible thing your little 3-year-old brain was capable of - follow the suit man who could possibly be your father. Great idea right?

Maybe it was because the set of a series production was so crowded that several people were bustling around the aisles and a school class was visiting that no one noticed how clumsily and shyly you were simply following the man in the suit, like a little duckling blindly following its mother duck… until you lost your bearings because the man whose name sounded so similar to the name your parents always use to answer boring adult calls, of course didn't know or notice that someone was following him.

(How were you supposed to know that the actor playing the salesman/recruiter would just take a quick bathroom break before going to the make-up room and that he just happened to wear a similar suit to your father at premieres and press conferences/interviews was really mean of fate, wasn't it?)

In any case, you lose sight of the man because you quickly lose sight of your father and find yourself completely clueless and shy in front of the men's toilets in the studio. You look around uncertainly, but there is no sign of the suit wearer or your father anywhere…where were Mommy and Min-Ju again?

You stumble somewhat aimlessly into the area of ​​the sinks in the men's restroom in the hope of spotting the suit there, but here too there was a gaping emptiness…you became afraid and were about to cry quietly when the footsteps approached and suddenly stopped.

"Hello - are you lost, young lady?"

You flinch and look up for a moment…not far from the sinks stood an adult in a green suit and purple-black hair. His look seemed to be confused and surprised at the same time to find a young child completely alone in the bathrooms…but your overwhelm and fear made this question and the appearance of the strange man, even more threatening for you…where was your family?

You shake your head, sniff fearfully and shyly take a few steps back towards the toilet cabines.

Now the first tears are running down your cheeks and a quiet whimper escapes you.

"Mommy! Appa! Min-Ju!" - you cry quietly and of course you don't trust the strange adult one bit.

You have always been shy around strangers and just wanted the safety of your family around you.

"Did you got lost? Were is your Family? Oh no, we can look for them together?" - the voice of the man with the purple hair took on a very cautious and calming tone as you keep backing away and land backwards on your bottom in your fear of this overwhelming situation.

"You don't need to be afraid…actually…I think I'll just sit down for a litle while as well okay?" - the tone was still calming and you still watched with fear and uncertainty as the purple adult man simply sat down cross-legged on the floor a few steps away from you and gave you space…he didn't go any further towards you and with this gesture he put himself at eye level with you…which in this case was not only very sensitive, but also the right decision for your shy nature.

There was silence for a moment and your quiet crying echoed off the high ceilings of the bathroom.

"Is orange your favorite color? Look, two of my fingernails are orange too," said the man in a now shy tone…just like you feel, shy and unsure.

You briefly look down at the color of the orange jacket you are wearing.

It is your favorite jacket…and one of your favorite colors. At home you have orange rubber boots with little ducks on them.

Mommy said you can't wear those rubber boots today, because it hasn't rained.

"Orange?" - you say carefully and tap your T-shirt once and then you cast a very cautious glance at the purple adult , who is still sitting cross-legged on the floor and holding out his hand to you so that you can see that one of his fingernails is also orange.

Then the stranger held out his other hand to you, one of the fingernails was also painted orange.

"One…two…two orange" - you say, looking from the stranger's hands back to your T-shirt and lowering your gaze again.

"Do you know the other colors to? My Fingernails very colorful today aren´t they?" - the adult said kindly, somewhat in his shy tone, and the fact that he stayed where he was and made no attempt to simply pick you up or even grab your hand or otherwise pressure you, made you look up in dismay… and crawl very carefully closer to the man, at arm's length of course - to look at the other colors on his fingernails.

He was right… there were other colors besides orange. What colorful fingernails.

"That's right, it really does look like a rainbow, hm? May I ask what your name is, young lady? My name is Seung-Hyun," - the adult replied with a quiet laugh at the rainbow comparison.

It took a moment, until you could come out of your shell a little further and shyly answer the question…but the interest in the dark colors on the back of Seung-hyun's hand captured your interest.

"Me - Nali.....Ouchie on Seung hand?", was your reply.

A gentle smile creeps onto the adult's face as he answers your question.

"This one? Oh no, it's a tattoo… well, not a real one, it's just color, but shhh, don't tell, okay Nali?", he said playfully and a few moments later he makes a shhh gesture by holding a finger in front of his mouth.

You imitate him and carefully do the same.

Then your gaze slides back to the adult's hair and you tilt your head for a moment.

"Hair too, shhh - secret?" - you ask, pointing to the man's purple-black hair.

"Not really, but I know a magic trick - what do you have behind your right ear, Nali?", said Seung in surprise and his right hand went once in the direction of your left ear before you heard something jingling and looked surprised into Seung's still closed hand.

"What's behind Nali's ear? Magic trick?", you said now, a little curious.

"Hm… it sounds like… you can't find a coin? But… oh, I can't open my hand, the magic trick was probably too difficult for me… can you maybe help me?", said Seung to you in surprise and when he tried to open his fist, he couldn't do it even with all his effort… that must have been a pretty difficult magic trick!

You nod, thawing out a little more with every passing minute and Seung's calm, level-headed and slightly shy manner suits your own insecure character, he is just right when dealing with you and the fact that he can do magic is a great bonus.

"Nali help Seung… but how?" you ask and nod once.

"Okay Nali… we'll both say the magic spell now - and then you have to tap my fist once, OK?"

You nod again and after your new friend whispers the magic spell to you very quietly, you do exactly what he told you and oooooh it worked! After you carefully tapped Seung's closed fist, the adult was able to open it very slowly and one of the rings appeared (which he had previously taken off without you noticing)

"Magic! Ring! Nali helped!" - you say in surprise and clap your hands once.

"Well done Nali… would you like to hold the ring for me for a moment? I don't want to lose it… if you want to hold my hand, we could see if we can find your family?" - Seugn suggested and you very slowly and carefully take the ring and nod slowly.

Your haired purple friend was nice to you and you slowly stand up, bridge the last few steps and very carefully reach for the hand - or rather the little and ring finger of Seugn's right hand, while your free hand holds the ring proudly and importantly.

Seugn slowly stands up too and nods at you in praise before you leave the sanitary facilities of the men's toilet together.

In the hallway, Seugn makes sure that you don't get lost, but you continue to hold onto his little finger and ring finger, as you walk on the adult's right side and repeatedly make cautious eye contact with him.

He asks you, among other things, if you know where you last saw your family, if you know the names of your mommy and your appa and how old you are.

You know the answer to some of the questions, but you just shake your head to the others and when a group of crew members pass you, you press yourself closer to the man's leg for protection.

"Oh, thank God! Nali!" - your father's voice echoes across the hallway and both Seugn and your steps stop - you don't let go of your new purple-haired friend and look in the direction from which your father's voice echoes to you.

A short exchange of words followed between Seugn and Ha-Neul before your mother and big brother joined the group and expressed their relief at finding you.

You, still holding Seugn's hand, cast a long, critical look at your Appa… before you burst into a childish giggle and utter the following unfiltered words.

"Appa long hair! No purple ! Appa look funny!"

Your parents told you again , that it wasn't okay to just run away like that (they worried a lot) and that they were very grateful to , Seugn for finding you and bringing you back.

And yet you were a little sad, when you had to say goodbye to your new purple-haired friend - because he had to shoot a new scene with the other actors very soon.

Seugn forgot to take the ring back, though.

By pure Coincidence.

Of course.

THE END

[nickeverdeen]

Young Avengers and their love language

Yelena Belova

Acts Of Service

Yelena shows her care by always offering a helping hand with tasks or chores

She’s fiercely protective, always ensuring you’re safe and secure

Yelena loves to cook or bring you food, believing a good meal is a way to show she cares

Mac and cheese is the most usual food (with hot sauce if you don’t mind)

She’ll run errands for you without being asked, wanting to lighten your load

Yelena often fixes things around your place, whether it’s a broken appliance or a leaky faucet

She’s always willing to train or exercise with you, combining her skills with spending quality time together

Though small, she often leaves useful items or little surprises for you to find

Yelena frequently checks in on you, making sure you’re okay and offering help if needed

She plans activities or events, ensuring you have everything you need for a good time

Yelena is always there when you need her, proving her loyalty through her actions

Kate Bishop

Words Of Affirmation

Kate frequently compliments you, making sure you know how much she admires, appreciates and loves you

She’s always there to encourage you, boosting your confidence with her positive words

Kate loves leaving you sweet messages, whether through texts or little notes

She often expresses her affection verbally, telling you how much she cares about you

Kate isn’t shy about praising you in front of others, proud to have you in her life

Especially as her partner

She’s an attentive listener, always providing supportive and kind responses

Kate loves sharing stories and experiences, using them to express her feelings and build a deeper connection

She often reassures you, especially during tough times, making sure you feel valued and loved

Kate regularly expresses her gratitude for the little things you do, showing how much she appreciates you

She makes it a point to remind you daily of how much you mean to her and how much she loves you through her words

America Chavez (wlw/lesbian)

Physical Touch

America gives the best hugs, always warm and reassuring

She loves holding your hand, whether you’re walking around or just sitting together

America often places a hand on your shoulder or back, providing comfort and support

She enjoys cuddling up with you during quiet moments, making you feel safe and loved

America engages in playful touches like poking or ruffling your hair to show her affection

She loves giving you gentle kisses, whether it’s on your forehead, cheek, or lips

America’s protective side shows through her physical presence, always staying close

She often gives your hand or arm a reassuring squeeze, especially during stressful times

America loves dancing with you, using it as a fun way to connect physically

Her physical presence is always warm and comforting, making you feel secure and cherished

Cassie Lang

Quality Time

Cassie loves spending time doing things you both enjoy, whether it’s watching movies, playing games, or going for walks

She’s always up for an adventure, planning outings and trips to create lasting memories together

Cassie is an attentive listener, making sure to give you her full attention during conversations

She enjoys planning special date nights, focusing on creating meaningful experiences

Cassie loves helping you with projects or tasks, turning them into bonding activities

She enjoys learning new things with you, whether it’s taking a class or trying a new hobby

Cassie cherishes quiet moments together, like reading side by side or simply enjoying each other’s company

She makes it a point to support your passions and interests, attending events or participating with you

Cassie often surprises you with spontaneous plans to keep things exciting and fun

She values just being there for you, providing consistent and meaningful companionship

[cinnamostar]

five dates to fall in love

part one. part two. part three (here). part four. part five. part six coming soon.

pairing : hyunjin x gn!reader

summary : after a two year long unspoken hatred, hyunjin and you are forced to be costars in a romantic series, but when it comes to filming any of the romance scenes, you both utterly fail and are unable to get through your lines. the director threatens to take your roles away if you two aren't able to get past this within the next week, which spawns the genius idea from both your managers: can you learn to (fake) fall in love in seven dates and save your careers?

wc : 2.7k

cw :actor!au, enemies to lovers ?!, slowburn (?!), not proofread, descriptors of insecurity and stuff, internal struggle but nothing serious

a/n : finally... its here... sorry for this taking long, i was traveling for holidays and then classes started but its here! lmk what you guys think :3 this chapter is a lot chiller imo... just trying to set a Vibe of emotional conflict... ALSO im not trying to paint hyunjin as the bad guy.,.,, but i think its also important to show that people will form opinions no matter what and will inevitably pick a side. so yus...

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Tears cascaded down your warm cheeks as you tossed yourself in your bed, the frustration and anger you were holding back finally catching up to you as quiet sobs escaped your lips. You hated how horrible the feeling of pure anger, as it always felt you were on the verge of bursting at the seams from how violent and erratic the emotion was as it overran your body. You had no idea what to do with it, always allowing it to linger til it overwhelmed you to the point of tears and surrendered to its burning grip. Your phone began to vibrate, which your hand mindlessly reached over for and picked up without second thought, as you knew it would be no other than Chan calling you at such a moment.

“Y/N… Are you okay?” concern dripped from Chan’s voice, while all you could muster out was a muffled grumble as you stuffed your tear-stained face into your pillows. “Right,” he responds, acknowledging your groan, “Well, I heard what happened through Changbin, so I called to check in on you.”

You take a deep breath in to soothe your hoarse throat from your onslaught of tears, praying your voice wouldn’t be too shaky as you spoke, “Well, I’m upset.”

“I don’t blame you one bit, I’d be just as upset as you are,” he reassured you gently, “Do you want to talk about it? Or do you need some more time to figure your feelings out?”

“I don’t know,” you mumble, turning your face away from the pillows so your voice was clearer, “I don’t know how to feel. It’s just a lot. It’s such a stupid reason for him to have just been so shitty to me for so long. He literally could’ve just asked me or talked to me about it instead of assuming.”

“Right, I agree. Even Changbin didn’t know about that being the reason,” added Chan, “I’m sure he lectured him on it because that is a crazy conclusion to jump to.”

“And I’m even more upset that was the conclusion he landed on! Why did he just assume I’d do something so terrible? Why did he not consider that I was trying to help him secure the role?”

“Sounds like he has an insecurity issue, if I had to guess, but who knows. You have every right to be upset, but there is another pressing matter we do need to address.”

You sigh, rolling onto your back as you use your free hand to rub your temples, “Yeah, I know. As upset as I am right now, I do still want to keep doing this project, but…”

“But…?”

“I don’t really… know if I can do that because I don’t wanna see his stupid face or go out on any other practice dates,” you huffed angrily, feeling a bit relieved to verbalize some of your feelings. 

“Well, I won’t force you to go on another date if you still need time to cool off, but maybe it will help you get used to seeing his stupid face after this. Plus, Changbin did tell me that you have permission to yell at Hyunjin if you wanna get that out the way.”

You let out a small chuckle, unsurprised to hear that Changbin said such a thing, “I’m not going to yell at him, but I appreciate the offer. I don’t know, I’m still really worked up from the whole thing.”

“Give yourself time, you can let me know in the morning how you’re feeling and we can go from there, okay?” Chan asks, the gentle tone of his voice bringing you a sense of comfort. 

“Okay, I’ll do that. Thanks Chan.”

“Of course, take care, Y/N.”

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The next morning rolled by rather quickly and while it would’ve been a lovely day to stay in bed, your stubbornness caused you to find yourself walking to your third date of the week. You were still terribly upset at Hyunjin and forgiveness was not in the cards at this point, yet you had other pressing matters that did not allow you to wallow up in hatred and resentment for him. You had to set your feelings aside for a moment in order to make some sort of progress on this current acting project, as you were way too excited for how the final product would turn out and truly believed in the success of the film.

Although, you didn’t have high hopes for today, as you expected it to be a similar outcome to your previous dates. Today’s day was Chan’s idea, which was attending a local farmer’s market in your area that provided all sorts of family-owned shops to look through, including a variety of food to choose from. It was a bit last minute, but Chan knew your love for these small events, so he hoped this would bring you some joy, but also give you the opportunity to wander off from Hyunjin if needed, while also giving you both the chance to talk about something. 

You were approaching the entrance to the park it was being hosted at, checking the time on your phone relieved to know you were on time. Honestly, while Hyunjin would probably be late once again, you didn’t mind the chance to enjoy bits of the market alone, especially on such a sunny day during these winter months. However, you were completely stunned to find Hyunjin waiting by the entrance as well, nonetheless waiting five minutes earlier than the time Chan had told you. He stood there awkwardly, both hands in the pockets of his coat as he bounced on the balls of his feet nervously, his eyes widening when his gaze finally lands on you.

You approach him with caution and a raised eyebrow, not completely believing the sight before you, “I didn’t expect you to be here so early,” you state curtly, trying your best to remain civil and cordial despite yesterday’s events.

“Well,” he stammered, his fingers jittering in his pockets, “I think I owe you an apology, and I thought showing up on time for once was one way to show that I am being genuine.”

“An apology?” you question, your ears not believing his words.

He sighs nervously, brushing a hand through his hair, “I have… realized I was entirely wrong about the situation, and I am truly sorry for that and for treating you so horribly the past two years we’ve known each other.” You wear an unconvinced expression, unsure what could’ve caused him to have a change of heart overnight, especially since he was just in deep denial the day before. He continues his statement after picking up on your apprehension, “I ended up reaching out to director Han about the situation and he… he told me how much you vouched for me when he spoke to you.”

You nod your head as you take in his words, “I see, well, I’m glad you’ve come to that realization and I accept your apology,” a hopeful look appears on his face, “But, I do need time before I can forgive you because the way you’ve treated me has really hurt me. And the fact that you thought I’d ever do that to you hurt me a lot too.”

His expression falters, but he offers an understanding smile, “I completely understand, I honestly do not even deserve your kindness right now, so thank you for being kind about this.”

You return his smile with a tightlipped one, still not entirely believing the sudden change in him, but you couldn’t lie, it did feel a bit nice to see him so timid and meek, and hearing an apology come from him did help loosen the knot of rage that laid dormant in your stomach. “Well,” you clear your throat awkwardly, trying to find a way to continue the day, “Do you want to head in?”

“Sure, lead the way,” he responds, his hands returning to his coat pockets as he anxiously trailed behind you. Eye bags hung on his face, indicating the restless night he had suffered due to the guilt he had been digesting since his phone call with the director. Hyunjin felt horrible after the revelation he had, feeling nothing but the heavy, deep seated weight of anxiety and guilt resting atop his chest. Even the sight of you made the feeling worse, facing the reality of how his actions have affected you all this time was a whole new hurdle he had to learn to conquer. The least he could do was try to be as kind as he could be from here on out, and brace himself for whatever angry slurry of curses you had for him, but how could Hyunjin forget? 

The volatile version of you he had become used to these past two years was not who you truly were, but something he provoked out of you through his incessant insults and stale attitude. In reality, you were an extremely kind and patient person outside of the context of your relationship with him, and your reaction to his apology was evidence of that. He couldn’t help it, he felt like such an idiot for thinking you, of all people, would have ever sabotaged an important role for him, and he only further deluded himself in that belief by pushing you to the point of petty toxicity. 

The best he could do was remain quiet as he followed your course through the various stalls, the shame only intensifying when he would witness your eyes widen with joy whenever you found an item that interested you, and how you even took the time to converse with each stall owner about their products. The genuinity in your nature was something he couldn’t believe he had denied for so long, disillusioned himself so far to have forgotten it. All for what? Because he couldn’t accept his own failures, or face the daunting insecurities about his talents that he held so closely to his heart? Perhaps it was your self-assuredness that caused a hint of jealousy to brew into this mess he had concocted today, your very confidence that struck a chord of envy within him. He didn’t quite understand what led him to act in such a manner, he could only guess why he was the way he was, but all he knew was that he owed you a lifetime of favors.

At the moment, he stood uncomfortably by your side as he watched you peruse through a few crocheted trinkets a stall had, afraid to disrupt the bits of peace you could’ve had with him tagging along. In all honesty, to an outsider, he probably looks like a child who got dragged along with his parents on a day out. You sigh as you place the trinket down, turning your head to catch his eyes darting around nervously, “Hyunjin,” you speak. He startles upon hearing his name, not expecting you to ever pay him any mind today. “I get this is awkward, but you can loosen up a bit. I don’t bite,” you chide with a hint of playfulness in an attempt to lighten the mood. 

He lets out a strained exhale, acknowledging your words, “You’re right, I just don’t want to make you feel weird or uncomfortable,” he confesses.

“Well, I think staying quiet doesn’t help that cause much, does it?” you ask rhetorically before adding on, “It’s okay. Have you seen anything you like from any of the stalls? I really like what this one has,” you muse, a gentle smile taking your features as you hold up a small crocheted keychain of a  jellyfish with a wobbly smile on it, “He’s kinda silly looking, I think I might take him home with me.”

Hyunjin lets out an airy chuckle, his shoulders relaxing a tad, “He definitely is funny looking,” he replies, “Ah, I don’t know. There’s so much here, this is my first time going to something like this.”

“Oh, this is your first time? You’ve never been to the farmer’s market ever?”

“Nope, never been, but this is nice. It’s a lot better than I imagined.”

“You’ve been missing out, I love going to these. I try to go every now and then whenever I’m free,” you took out your wallet, handing the vendor cash to pay for the keychain, “There’s always fun knick knacks here, and everyone is so sweet. You sure there’s nothing you wanna stop by before grabbing some food?”

His eyes scan the stalls surrounding you both, but you notice them lingering at a small jewelry stall that sold handcrafted rings, ones that definitely fit his aesthetic. “Come on,” you motion him to follow you to the stand, “Maybe you’ll see something you’ll like.” He follows behind you, still in a timorous manner, but you could see the way his eyes brighten once he realizes where you were dragging him off to. Although you were far from friends, it didn’t mean you weren’t aware of how particular he could be when it came to fashion, and you wanted him to at least get something out of today after suffering intense awkwardness. 

It was now your turn to watch Hyunjin look through the assortment of jewelry the owner had laid out and of course, he was gravitating towards the silver rings, each with their own intricate designs that demonstrated the amount of artistry and talent the owner held. He looks overwhelmed with the amount of choices before him, indecisive as he holds two different rings in his hands, modeling each to figure out which one he liked best. “Why not just get both of them?” you ask.

“Both?” he ponders on the suggestion, “I guess I could do that.”

“Or,” you start, picking up a ring that you thought would suit his taste, “get this one instead,” you hand him the ring, a knowing smile on your face.

His mouth fell in surprise at it, slipping it on his finger as his eyes marvelled, “Wow, this one is so nice,” he mumbles while now placing the two previous rings away, “How did you know I’d like this one?”

You shrug nonchalantly, turning away from him, “You know, we were friends once,?” you remind him, “Just get it, find me by the food stands once you pay for it.”

He stays in his place as he watches you walk away, once more left speechless by your kindness as he begins to wonder how you were able to treat him as such. The guilt that made its home in his stomach began to rumble, the bitter taste of it overpowering his sense as he comes to terms with just how wrong he was all this time, and how awful he had been to someone as gentle as you.

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The day had come to an end, and surprisingly the latter half went better than either of you could have expected. In a way, it was like time hadn’t passed as you both chatted effortlessly over food from whatever food truck caught each of your attentions. You both caught up on what you missed in each other’s lives during your heated rivalry, and somehow, every part of the conversation felt natural, nothing felt out of place and it was almost as if the past two years didn’t exist.

It was incredibly unsettling for you, and you started to feel a bit conflicted on where your anger lied with the boy as the time you spent softened your heart. Although, you knew you couldn’t allow him back into your life that easily, as his behavior deserves some sort of consequences, so you decided you couldn’t allow yourself to surrender that easily. Not all because you found yourself missing the friendship you once had with him, that wasn’t a good enough reason to overlook his actions. You cursed yourself silently as you arrived home, yet there was a small voice in the back of your mind that tried to convince you that perhaps it was best to let this happen in the name of the acting project you were both on. 

No, no, you remind yourself, he definitely doesn’t deserve your forgiveness or trust that easily.

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taglist: @kopikokrunch @icouldntcareless22 @kidrauhlschik @hhwangsmoon @lestayzone @vixensss @cupidcures taglist cut off at 20 people :)

[phantoms-lair]

Hood got the power back on and the kiddos were safety ensconced in the TV room, with something called Bluey playing. Superboy had been picking through the snacks gingerly, trying each one a tiny bit at a time. Like he had no idea what they were or what he liked. Bart inhaled anything put in front of him. Cass was snuggled up between the two but kept shooting Hood 'I'm watching you' looks. Tiny Tim was off to the side a little away form the other kids. Apparently he'd had a shy streak or something.

Either way the blue cartoon dogs were talking and Jason had to find out what was going on. And the most frustrating thing was it was his own fault it would be harder to figure out. The scrambled he'd used on the security system for his grand plan would knock out any recordings for the last few hours, to make it hard for the Batman to pinpoint anything. And consequently making it that much harder on him. At least he didn't erase communications, so their might be something there.

He checked the logs before from before the scrambler. He could see Robin and Wondergirl entering the Tower, but not Impulse or Superboy. They must have come recently. One outgoing communication, sound-based. He pulled it up.

"Batman this is Robin. A project I was working on with Wondergirl has gone south. Sabotage suspected. I may need backup."

"Are you in any immediate danger?"

"Not to my knowledge."

"I need to focus on Red Hood. Manage on your own as well as you can. I'll contact you when I'm able."

Hood leaned back. That was...almost perfect in it's own way. His whole reason for coming her was to prove his point about the dangers of putting kids in those traffic light colors (and a little revenge). But here...here was Robin asking Batman for help -and if he was like any other Robin that meant the situation was BAD- and Batman turning him away to focus on a criminal. There was a tiny part of him that hoped this was permanent and that that would be Bruce's last conversation with Robin as he knew him, Tim asking for help and Batman ignoring it. Because he knew that would absolutely eat him ali-

"Who's that?"

"JESUS!" Hood catapulted right out of his chair. He had been Bat Trained AND League trained, how did this four year old sneak up on him????

"I don't think that was Jesus," Tim said timidly.

Hood took a few calming breaths. "That was the person I came to find. Looks like he called for help half an hour ago and got turned aside." What were you and Wonder Girl up to that caused this? "What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to help ᵃⁿᵈ ⁱ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵏ ᶜᵃˢˢⁱᵉ ˡⁱᵏᵉˢ ᵐᵉ." The last part was said almost as a whisper.

Hood pinched his nose. "Did she say something specific to you, or was she just bossy and aggressive? Cause I think that might just be her personality. Let's get you back with the others." Hood picked up Tim who let out a surprised 'Eep' and carried him back to the TV room.

He tried to put Tum on the couch with the others, but the kid clung to him like a barnacle.

"So when are our parents going to be here?" Cassie asked challengingly, her head aimed at the TV, but her eyes on Hood.

"No clue." Hood says. "And how would they even know to come here."

"You didn't call them?" she asked accusation clear in her voice.

Hood pinched his nose. "How would I call them? I have no clue who they are or what their phone numbers are?"

Cassie rolled her eyes. "415-555-4372"

"Cool," It was unlikely to work, but at least she had one. "Any for the rest of you?"

"I don't think the program had things like that. It monitored my health itself." Bart said, genuinly more focused on the show than he was on Hood.

"The program?"

"The VR Program that was raising me." Bart nodded, like that was a normal thing to say.

"I don't think I have a phone number. Or parents." Superboy mumbled.

"They didn't give me a number, cause I'm not supposed to call them." Tim said, still clinging to Hood with all his tiny might.

Annnnd Wonder Girl continues to have the one decent parent. And he knew Superboy was a clone, but he was starting to get worried about Impulse.

Hood removed his helmet, thankful he was wearing his old Robin mask underneath. No sense in scaring whoever was on the other end. A voice changer on an unknown number usually didn't lead to anything good. Especially if it was on the off chance Cassie's Mom still had the same number and he was following it up with 'I have your kid'.

He dialed the number she gave him was was only mildly surprised it got picked up. Number did get reused after all. "Hello, Helena speaking."

"My name's Red." Might as well stick with what he used for the kids. "I don't suppose this is Cassie's mother?"

"This is." Her voice filled with panic. "Oh no, please no. Not Cassie too!"

Red kicked himself as she realized what call Cassie's Mom thought she was getting. "Not that. You're daughter is a...perfectly healthy six year old."

"Six and a half." Cassie yelled over the phone.

"Is that..." Panic seemed to give way to bewilderment.

"Yes, would you like to speak with her?" Hood was more than happy to opt out of this conversation.

"Please." He handed the phone over and listened to Helena talk to her much younger daughter. And tell her ALL her suspscions baout him.

After a while Cassie handed the phone back to him. "She wants to talk to you some more." Cassie said, before sitting back to watch the show.

"Red here." and now this was going to suck.

"What the hell happened to my daughter?" Helena's voice was like ice.

"Your guess is as good as mine." Hood admitted. "I came here looking for Robin and just stumbled into the three of them trying to figure out what was wrong with Bart, because they didn't understand speedster metabolism, including the speedster."

"What do you mean, Bart?" The icyness of the tone gave way to fear. "Bart? The Speedster kid?" What could have garnered that reaction? From what little he'd known, he and Cassie had been on the same team for years.

"Bart's dead." Helena said.

Hood yanked off the barnacle named Tim and put him on the couch and moved away. He didn't want any of them overhearing this. "What do you mean dead?" He hissed.

"He died months ago. Him and Kon. Cassie hasn't been taking it well."

"Kon?" Hood felt the hairs on his neck prickle.

"Superboy. Shouldn't you know-"

"I don't know them. I needed to go over something with Robin related to Gotham." He ran his hands through his hair. "But I think you've given me my first major clue. Can you get here?"

"Absolutely." Helena said. "But I'll need someone to let me in."

"Can do." The faster he could pawn this off on someone else, the better. And right now, he just wanted to crash. While the night had come with far less physical exertion than expected, he was exhausted.

He'd driven from Gotham to San Francisco, so as to avoid being seen on any public transit. Then he'd set up an extremely complicated plan, began to execute it, and then had to stop to babysit, undoing the complicated work he'd done to get access to the Tower records- which told him nothing, and now he was back to babysitting four kids waiting for one's Mom to show up. And two of the kids were supposed to be dead. Just like him.

He'd collapsed in a chair with the cartoon dogs still going, and had almost accidentally fallen asleep when something dropped on his lap. His eyes shot open to the tiny form of the person he'd wanted to maim sitting there, apparently having climbed off the couch and up the arm of the chair.

He opened his mouth to ask why he wasn't with the other kids, but remembered he thought Cassie didn't like him. (Part of him wanted to correct that assumption, but they were going to get back to their proper selves soon enough, so why bother). The question was why he thought Hood did.

Maybe he was bullied? And he thought an adult would at least be reasonable? Hah- reasonable was never a word used to describe Jason and never would be. But...he was at least reasonable enough not to take out his ire on a preschooler that trusted him. Wait until he was back to normal and could fight back.

"Love you." Tiny Tim whispered as he curled up to sleep.

"You don't even know me." Hood said dryly.

"You gave me a hug." Tim said, as if it was that simple.

A hug? When had he...was this kid counting getting picked up as a hug? Damn, he must have short circuited when he met Dickie.

Anyway it was good Tim had stopped him from falling asleep, given the chance that all the little terrors could at any moment turn into teenage terrors that wanted to and could theoretically kick his ass.

At least until Helena came. Then he could turn over the kids and crash some where. Simple as that. Not like he was going to get involved any further.

He didn't even notice his hand resting on the sleeping child's head.

[bisexualbaker]

Crochet Pattern for Palestine and Israel Relief

At long last, it's done!

This crochet pattern is for small cats, of a good size to make into keychains, magnets, or even hair clips! There are six PDF versions available:

- US stitch names in 12 point Atkinson Hyperlegible - US stitch names in 22 point Atkinson Hyperlegible - US stitch names in 22 point Comic Sans

- UK stitch names in 12 point Atkinson Hyperlegible - UK stitch names in 22 point Atkinson Hyperlegible - UK stitch names in 22 point Comic Sans

Between those six options, that should cover most pattern accessibility needs. If you need something else, though, let me know! I'm prepared to offer a .doc or similar file on an individual basis if you need a screenreader to access crochet patterns, and have a sheet I can use to translate things to German stitch terms (though more in-depth instructions would still be in English). The pattern is worked primarily in (US) single crochet/(UK) double crochet, with the ears in (US) double crochet/(UK) treble crochet popcorn stitches, and is bundled with similar file options of a popcorn stitch tutorial PDF (no stitch names used).

"Socchan," you say, "These cats are super cute! And you said that this pattern is for charity? How does that work exactly?"

I'm glad you asked! Simply donate a minimum of $3 or close-enough local equivalent to a related charity, then take a screencap of your receipt/proof of donation. Block out any information that could doxx you; it's nice if you trust me, but it's not impossible that my email could get hacked, and I want you to be safe! Finally, email the altered screencap to socchan (at) protonmail (dot) com.

Once I get and check the screencap, I will email you back with a link to a MediaFire folder and the password you'll need to open the PDFs. Yes, it is a bit of a pain to need a password to open these files, but this was the simplest way I could figure out how to do things without needing to upload and send a minimum of six files to every person. Download as many of the variations as you want, keep a copy of the password somewhere safe (and don't delete the email with it), and go to town!

As a bonus, if you take your donation up to at least $5 (or close-enough local equivalent), I'll throw in an additional link and password for a very cute little flower pattern!

"That sounds pretty easy," you go on to say, "but where should I donate? There are so many options to choose from!"

No problem! Here's a couple of short lists of options that can help you narrow things down:

Palestine: Palestine Children's Relief Fund - Focuses on medical aid to children in Palestine Medical Aid for Palestine - "[H]elp MAP respond to the ongoing emergency in Gaza, as well as provide medical supplies, support healthcare services and deliver long term development to healthcare in the occupied Palestinian territory and Palestinian refugee camps in Lebanon." MAP reportedly has a team on the ground in Gaza, providing critical medical aid. Anera - Providing food, hygiene kits, and medical care in Gaza, the West Bank, and East Jerusalem. Palestine Red Crescent - More medical support in Palestine; the rest of the webpage is in Arabic, so be prepared if you want to click around at all. Basically the Palestinian Red Cross. Gaza Cemetery Project - "Al-Hamdulillah, a ​​5,500 square meters’ piece of land has been secured to create a public cemetery for the city and neighbouring areas." This area still needs a fence to protect the burial plots before it can be used.

Israel: Zaka - A group of first responders and people who identify bodies and prepare them for burial (sadly, sorely needed right now); they are in need of safety equipment, medical supplies, first aid kits, and more. Red Magen David - The Israeli/Jewish equivalent of the Red Cross; first responder medical support and similar. (This one has some pretty immediate upsetting text, so take care!) Hatzalah - Similar to Red Magen David, another first responder and emergency medical group. The Koby Mandell Foundation - Focuses on bereavement aid in Israel for people who have lost loved ones in traumatic circumstances; they've got support hotlines and can arrange for support visits, among other things. The Refuser Solidarity Network - Providing support for Israeli citizens who refuse government mandatory military service.

I think that's everything, aside from: Please Signal Boost! If I end up having to send out two hundred emails in the next couple of days, that still won't be too many.

[blueysdiary]

Affirmations for! Living in the End

Written some affirmations if you need any for SP, money, and good grades. They range from broad and simple to more detailed.

A reminder: Manifesting is easy, this reality is yours, do not give your power to anyone or anything else. Just persist and affirm for your desire.

·͙̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥̩̩̥͙ ✩ ̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥̩̩͙‧͙ Affirmations for! Specific Person

❦ „I am dating SP" ❦ "SP is cherishing every moment with me„ ❦ „SP is always showering me with their devoted love and attention." ❦ "SP and I are always spending time together„ ❦ „SP and I are in a committed relationship" ❦ "SP loves writing letters about their love about me to me„ ❦ „SP is always talking about their love of me" ❦ "SP is always more than happy to do things for me„ ❦ „SP is always respectful to me and my family" ❦ "SP always knows the right things to say to me„ ❦ „SP loves to paint with me" ❦ "SP loves to cook and bake for me„ ❦ „SP loves to shop with me and get matching clothing" ❦ "SP learns my hobbies just to spend more time with me„ ❦ „SP always holds my hand securely whenever we walk together" ❦ "SP always shows me their best self and giving their most unconditional love to me„

·͙̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥̩̩̥͙ ✩ ̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥̩̩͙‧͙ Affirmations for! Money

$ „I am always getting money" $ "I come across money through the day, everyday„ $ „My friends always are surprised with how much money I have" $ "Money always seems to find me„ $ „I never have to worry with my bills being too high because I always have so much money" $ "I love seeing the high numbers written on every one of my paychecks„ $ „I always get high tips whenever I bring the check back" $ "Not having money is always the last thing on my mind because I always have it„ $ „High amounts of money are always in my back account" $ "People always point out how wealthy I am„ $ „I love gaining so much money with minimal effort" $ "Manifesting money is so easy because I always get money„ $ „I never have issues with having 'no money'" $ "I never worry about money when I go on shopping sprees„ $ „I rarely need to check my bank account because I know I already have a large sum of money" $ "I love seeing the large amount of money I get everyday„

·͙̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥̩̩̥͙ ✩ ̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥̩̩͙‧͙ Affirmations for! Good Grades

☑ „I am always getting A's and above" ☑ "I am the top 3% in my school„ ☑ „No matter how 'hard' the material can be, I always catch on quickly" ☑ "No subject is hard for enough to not learn„ ☑ „My peers always come to me for help because I am known for good grades and being smart" ☑ "I am always learning fast„ ☑ „I'm able to memorize a lot quickly" ☑ "I always finish assignments and projects swiftly and accurately„ ☑ „I never worry when grades are due because I know I'm already passing with zero issues" ☑ "I always soar above everyone else„ ☑ „My teachers always compliment me for my swift learning" ☑ "I never stress out about a test because I know I'm going to pass„ ☑ „My parents always brag about how smart I am because of my fantastic grades" ☑ "Schools and grades are never an issue for me„

Hope this helped you manifest <3 have a good day

-Blue

[in1-nutshell]

Speaking of memories, I do think it would be cool if Mo and Robby did have to go into Buddy's mindscape for some reason. For awhile its just her memories as buddy but somehow they slip into her memories as Silver Aid. The memories are scattered and Fuzzy but Robby and Mo do learn that Buddy had a life on cybertron, that she was closed to Optimus, Elita and Megatron before the war.

And when they come out, maybe Buddy still dosent have her memories. they were able to slip through the mental block but the block is still there. Cue the existential crisis and confusion that comes from this.

Defiantly planning in the future to make a longer version of this... hopefully.

Anyways, hope you enjoy!

Silver Aid gets her memories back

SFW, Platonic, Familial, Hinted romance, Cybertronian (techno organic) reader

TFE

The Terrans had noticed Silver’s increase in migraines.

Somehow, they were getting worse with every new one wave.

It was getting to the point that the bots had started to get worried.

Silver hissing in pain while holding the side of her helm. Megatron gets to her side and gently removes her bunched-up servo from her helm. Megatron: “A bad one?” Silver squeezes her optics shut and puts her helm on his chassis, gently pushing. Megatron freezes as she grabs his servo and places it on her helm. Silver: “Just hold me…” Megatron presses his servo on her helm and pulls her closer. He smiles a bit as she snuggles closer. He looks up and sees Optimus and Mo giving him a knowing look. Megatron tries to ignore them and looks the other way… only to see Elita and Dot giving the same look.

One day, the Maltos and bots were called in by Wheeljack and Nightshade to meet at the abandoned groundbridge.

It turns out Wheeljack and Nightshade had a secret project they had been working on for Silver Aid.

A helmet to help with her migraines until another way to fix them was found.

Silver was a bit hesitant, like the others, but thought it be worth a shot.

She lays down on the med slab while Wheeljack gently placed the helmet on her helm.

The others go into another secure room overseeing Silver Aid’s room.

It is filled with all the screens and monitors for Silver.

At first, everything seemed to be going according to plan.

Wheeljack checking his screen: “The waves seem to be stable.” Night is on their screen: “And all levels seem to be at optimal speed. As soon as the next wave hits, the helmet should be able to block all pain!” Dot looks at Megatron, who was watching over the bots body for any sign of discomfort. Dot: “She’s fine Meg’s.” Megatron just hums.

Optimus and Elita aren’t any better off.

The Prime’s servo is laced in Elita’s almost trying to ground them both.

Elita’s other servo clenches and unclenches with every minute passing.

Bumblebee, Arcee and Grimlock were doing their best to try and reassure the senior bots with some of the Terrans.

They were so preoccupied that they didn’t see one of the reformed G.H.O.S.T. Robots slip on a banana peel, kicking a rock into the console screen.

Nor did they realize that Robbie and Mo had gone into the room where Silver Aid was in.

CRASH! One of the monitors gets broken and the screens start glitching. Wheeljack, Nightshade and Hashtag are scrambling to fix the problem. Optimus: “What happened?” Hashtag: “That rock hit one of the main panels! That means that—” Silver Aid: “AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!” Silver sits bolted up screaming in pain trying to take the helmet off but can’t get it off. Megatron goes to the door, but it went into lockdown. Elita tries kicking the door down, but it doesn’t even make a dent. Alex and Dot try calming the Terrans. Alex: “Wait! Where’s Robbie and Mo?!”

Bumblebee was the one who spotted the pair inside the room with Silver Aid.

Cursing the soundproof and reinforced glass, everyone tries to get the kids’ attention to move away from the bot.

But Mo and Robbie had other plans.

Figuring that maybe their cybersleeves could help calm her down, all they needed to do was get in contact and send in as many calming thoughts as possible.

They were not expecting to touch her pede to start seeing random flashes of images.

With the calm thoughts some of the images stared staying around longer.

The first image they processed was a image of a smiling bot with three bots by their side.

The bots looked strangely like Optimus, Megatron and Elita.

More flashes of images of the same three bots in some sort of metal city.

Thinking more calmer thoughts, one of the images started to slow down even more.

The bot was inside some sort of space pod looking at a monitor with a white mech. Skyfire: “How are you holding E-2?” E-2 shrugs a bit down: “As good as I can be Sky… I just wish the others would really understand you know?” Skyfire laughs a bit: “You’re forgetting who my lab partner is.” E-2: “Yeah, Starscream does make life and adventure, doesn’t he?” Skyfire smiles warmly: “Yeah he does.” E-2: “We’re over the coordinates Sky. Huh? Its pretty windy Skyfire, maybe we should stay out of the planet’s atmosphere.” Skyfire: “A little wind never harmed no bot E. These pods were made to last and if something does happen, I’ll hop out and get you.” E-2 smiles: “All right Skyfire, let’s see what Earth has in store for us.”

The next images flew by so fast the kids suddenly felt like they were flying back.

In a way, they had, literally.

Silver Aid had managed to rip the helmet off her helm causing some of the energy pushed the kids back.

By now, Silver was shaking, throat raw from the screaming and tears still running down her face.

Silver noticed Robbie and Mo groaning in slight pain and motioned to go help them but stopped mid-way looking at her servos.

Servos that originally came from someone else, from another life.

Servos that had caused harm to her family.

She knew that the system would soon shut down letting the other bots inside.

Letting Optimus, Megatron and Elita in.

Oh…

Oh Primus…

Megatron finally kicks down the door as the others spill into the room. Dot, Alex and the Terrans are by Robbie and Mo’s side. Megatron makes his way to her, but she takes a step back. Megatron: “Silver we are going to take you to the medical bay…” Silver Aid’s optics start to fill with tears pulling herself farther from the bots in the room. Elita taking a careful step forward: “Silver? Is everything…” All words start to fall deaf to her audials. Faster than anyone could anticipate, Silver Aid let out a web overhead and swung over everyone and began to run out of the facility. How did she manage to do it? She doesn’t know. Next thing she knows, she is face to face with the former Second in Command of the Decepticon army. Starscream: “Oh. It’s you. What are you—” Silver Aid: “I know where Skyfire is.”

[withlovefromsimtown]

I have a few things I've been (slowly) working on but figured I'd check in with Current Life Events.

Been dealing with what I've dubbed the City Sewer Worker Saga, which basically boils down to a subcontractor company supposedly laying new sewer pipe but actually doing absolute dumbshit behind my house, destroying things & making a mess, because they are accountable to nobody & above consequences.

"Someone" jammed a hex key (the little L shaped thing that you use to assemble Ikea furniture?) into one of my car's tires... which destroyed the tire. I got it fixed (well, I called my dad & he arranged the tire swap & hauled it to the shop lol), it was just expensive.

So as to those first 2 points, had some friends out to help me install security cameras.

Had a minor medical event with the 23-year-old cat, because he has arthritis now. He's fine & on a prescription painkiller for it, he was just expensive.

Been collecting & propagating plants, again, for my Yard Project, between tearing my hands to bits on the shovel leveling things out to make it all work. Unfortunately the "Actually I would pirate a plant" of it all is a lot faster & easier than the "Digging in the absolute garbage ground" part so I keep giving various plant shoots to people because I have So Many.

My body finally said "no more of this" & decided to throw me basically a prolonged muscle cramp or spasm through my trapezius muscle which was debilitating for about 3 weeks. I'm a little better now but still dealing with soreness & aches.

Currently I'm doing a bit more yardwork & housework here & there but mostly have been just hanging around being in pain & stretching when I'm able to.

[novankenn]

the Invasion...

Glynda Goodwitch, the deputy Headmistress of Beacon Academy, and current Combat instructor, looked about herself checking to make sure she hadn't been followed. Seeing the coast was clear she entered the derelict looking storefront. Inside she came face to face with herself. Though this version was wearing a summer dress, and not business attire.

????: GLYN!!!

THE Glynda Goodwitch was instantly subdued by a hug from her twin sister. Which the stoic professor instantly melted into a returned.

Glynda: Jasime, it's been too long.

Jasmine: It wouldn't be if you'd just come home for visits!

Glynda: I'm sorry, you have no idea what it's like! All these kids, all these hormones!

Jasmine: (deadpans) I gave you 7 nieces and 1 nephew. I know.

Glynda: But you had help! I have... Ozpin!

Jasmine: You have a point, there.

Glynda: Anyway (pulls out her scroll and expands it.) I have everything we need right here. We can begin the operation as soon as the girls get here.

Jasmine: They're already here, girls.

Six blond haired girls all dressed in spec-ops gear step out of the shadows, and wave at their aunt.

Glynda: Oh... (sniffles) they've all got so big! I've missed so much!

Jasmine: It's okay, sis.

Glynda: But... (sniffles) wait, I see... Vert, Jade, Violet, Noir, Blanche and Juniper. Where's Saphron?

Jasmine: Adrian is teething, so she had to stay in Argus.

Glynda: Ohhhh, the poor little guy.

Jasmine: So are you sure? These... targets are the correct choices?

Glynda: They are. Trust me Jas, I know how to profile individuals.

Jasmine: Then let's get started. (Turns to the collection of armed Arc Sisters) You will all have a target. Neutralize and exfil. No mistakes. Understood?

Arc Sisters: Yes mama.

Jasmine: Glyn if you please.

Glynda nodded and turned on the projection function of her scroll. On the dirty wall a list of target names matched to a family member.

Pyrrha Nikos -- Jasmine Arc Cinder Fall --- Glynda Goodwitch Ruby Rose -- Vert Arc Weiss Schnee -- Jade Arc Arslan Atlan -- Violet Arc May Zedong -- Noir Arc Emerald Sustrai -- Blanche Arc Ciel Soliel -- Juniper Arc Velvet Scarlatina -- Saphron Arc

Glynda: Full dossiers of each target have been uploaded to the family's secure server. Pull the info you need.

Arc Sisters: Yes Auntie.

Glynda: I think we're ready.

Jasmine: Girls, sister, it is time. Jaune is as dense as his father, and it is up to us to secure his safety and future. Are you ready?

Glynda & Arc Sisters: YES!

Jasmine: Then let's begin...

(Episodes)

[moonystoes]

Safe Dance - Elisa De Almeida x international!reader

summary: this pretty much explains it all lol.

Warning: Sexual assault, old man being a creep, mentions of alcohol, not well written, slowww burn like it's pissing me off too im sorry, elisa being our protective queen.

a/n: i'm bringing this up again, i just started writing, especially fics as long as this (the last one -and the first- had only 500 words). So feedback and help is needed!! also sorry i got a little bored and wrote too many useless things lol.

w/c: 5.218k

You knew you needed to celebrate your high GPA after graduating from your bachelor degree at some point. But you've been putting it off, feeling like it's too much effort and energy for your introverted self. It's no secret French people are distant towards foreigners, it's been something known worldwide (which is ironic since a big part of their population are people of color coming from different countries from Africa and Asia). But you ignored all the toxic things you heard about France when you unexpectedly got a scholarship into the University of Paris.

Now, four years later, you are still alone. You have made friends in some projects, but right when the project is over, your friendship ends as well. Your mom has messaged you a long paragraph on how proud she is of you, but the loneliness is still wearing you down. You knew you probably looked silly walking down the street, wearing a short V-neck dress with high heels obviously to party, but there is a permanent frown on your face.

When you looked up from your phone, you didn't even need to look for the club. You can feel the music vibrate the ground and there is a huge line at the entrance. You turned off your phone and waited in line, wanting to just drink all day and celebrate by then. You checked on your friend (an international student like you) who promised that she'll be here, but your message was left on delivered for 2 hours. 

After 15 minutes of scrolling through your Instagram and 3 missed calls to Liz, it was your turn to show the security your ID. His dark eye bags showed you that he was too exhausted to care, so he took less than a second to glance at your card before returning it to you, and opening the door for you in a frustrated way.

You walked in awkwardly, couples grinding and dancing around you, you felt disgusted - and secretly jealous. The club was dark and had red LED lights, it was filled with large posters of icons and models from the 70s, and of course the playboy magazines of women wearing lingerie. It looked good enough for you to settle down on the bar stool and immediately order a light drink. 

While you were sitting there to decide whether you should dance or wait for Liz (you were honestly frustrated at her for ditching you with no explanation), the bartender passed a large drink towards you. You glanced at him with a confused look, “oh sorry, I didn't order this.”

“Yeah I know, it's the man there.” He pointed to the table on your left, to an older man with thin white hair. Your jaw dropped when you looked at him, realizing that he caught you staring.

“Umm… that old man?” You tried your hardest to whisper over the thudding music, trying not to let the creep that is sitting just 2 meters away from you hear what you said. The bartender nodded and walked away to the other side of the bar, making you sigh in annoyance that he didn't bother to even help you out. You slowly pushed the light pink drink away from you, it smelled strong which showed his true intentions, getting you drunk.

You pulled out your phone and texted Liz a quick message, “Liz a man is being weird where are you ☹️☹️?” You scrolled through your gallery to pretend you are doing something and distract yourself from the man on your left, until you are tapped on the shoulder. You froze, quickly turning off your phone as you took a deep breath, pretending that you didn't feel it.

“May I know why you didn't accept the drink, it was really expensive.” you flinched when you felt his breath hit your neck, no way this is happening today. Where the fuck is Liz? You turned around slowly, trying to act calm and collected, “sorry, I didn't want to drink today, I'm just here for someone.”

“I don't see anyone here,” he mockingly glanced around the bar to see the ‘person’ you were waiting for. “I saw you drink just a few minutes ago.”

You closed your eyes for a second and took a deep breath. You glanced at his striking blue eyes and felt your hands starting to shake, you looked away back to the drink he ordered for you and grasped it, taking a small sip just to taste what it is. You knew you were fucked, Liz isn't here and she's probably not going to come, the bartender couldn't give a shit, and this man won't leave you alone. Why was he at a bar on a Wednesday night? Doesn't he have some office job to do tomorrow or is he too old that he's retired now.

The drink tasted sour and tangy, but had a strawberry flavor. The burning of your throat made you cough and your eyes shutting close, it was definitely alcoholic, very alcoholic. You rested the drink on the table and faked-smiled and awkwardly nodded, but your smile disappeared when his hand clutched your arm and pulled you forward, “why don't you dance with me, huh? Wearing this dress for nothing must be a shame.” 

You panicked and took a quick scan of your surroundings to see who could help. On the bar table to your left, there were other older men, possibly friends of the weirdo that's now bruising your arm. On the large leather sofas that were placed on the other corner, there was a couple?...a throple? A man was sitting comfortably on it as he crossed his legs on the mini table in front of him, two girls were sprawled over him, one playing with his hair and the other playing with his shirt while she chugs from a beer can…yeah they will be too busy to help.

You took a quick turn to the VIP entrance, seeing a short girl with a Gucci bag waiting to be let in… rich spoiled people are too busy to look around. You swore you never cared about religion until then, when the man tugged you to his chest, your eyes slowly closing as you were holding your tears praying to God to let you out of this misery.

You felt his hands being placed on your hips, as he forcefully tugged your back towards his groin. He pushed you to the crowded area so people can't see your discomfort in your face. 

But before he does more than this, a large hand tugged you away from the man, making the man behind you exhale loudly. “Anna! I'm sorry for making you wait, hey let's go…umm do you know him?” you've never heard such a soft yet deep voice like this. Before you even had the chance to look at who grabbed you, her right arm tugged you into her chest, trying to hide you from the stranger. “No, I don't.” You whispered, afraid of making the situation even bigger.

“Seriously? you were waiting for this…” His angry voice and arm pointing at the both of you made you anxiously stare at him. He looked at the woman hugging you up and down with disgust before muttering a ‘nevermind’ and stomping off.

You shakingly held tightly into her, staring at the spot the man was at. “Are you okay?” She let out a soft whisper from above your head. You were shaken at the whole encounter, blocking off what she said until you felt soft taps on your shoulder, making you look up at her.

This was the first opportunity you had to actually see who saved you from this, and she was gorgeous. She had sunglasses placed on the collar of her dress shirt with two of the buttons opened. Why was she even wearing a dress shirt at a club? When you looked up to her face (because she's 5 '9 and the first thing you saw was her tan skin), her hair was short, swooped to the side. Her cheekbones were sharp and her eyes were furrowed worriedly. You quickly separated from her and took two steps away.

“Hey, it's okay.” She took a step forward, opening her hands around her face to show you she doesn't want to hurt you, “are you waiting for someone?”

You looked away from her eyes, the smell of alcohol and sweat is making it difficult for you to think straight -literally. You looked at your phone, finding a new notification, “oh thank God she responded!” You relaxed, until you pressed on it.

“Hey baby!! It's your favorite uncle 😉, just saw your post about graduating. Congratulations! I miss you so much. Maybe one day we can all reunite when you graduate your masters 💪keep working hard!”

You inhaled deeply, turning off your phone and throwing it in your mini purse. You looked at the woman, she looked at you with raised brows waiting for an explanation for your reaction. You rested your hand on your forehead and frustratedly groaned out, “no she fucking ignored my messages.”

Her face turned sour as she looked behind you, probably to the place where the old men were sitting, giving you the chance to look at her face once again. You blushed at her clenched sharp jaw, slight pink cheeks, and the soft lips. When you looked back at her eyes, she was already looking at you.

You internally wanted to kill yourself for looking at her lips, because she definitely caught that. You looked away to her arms, doing everything in your power to not look at her face again. But then you realized glancing at her arms will make the situation even worse. Her arms were athletic and the sleeves were tight around her biceps. How is she this hot?

“You can stay with me, my friends are here.” She softly grasped your hand, pulling you away from the crowded dance floor. “It's fine, I'll just go home.”

“No, come on! It's a secluded area, no one will bother us.” She encouraged you, her hand still in yours. You looked down at your heels, you felt like shit. This whole time at the bar was for you and Liz to celebrate your day and you end up being a charity case for a hot woman. You don't even know why you chose the club, you hated partying anyways. You bit into your lip, one single line going through your head:

I deserve to celebrate my achievements no matter with who. I'm the one who worked hard for this, I need this.

“Okay just… Please don't do this because you feel bad for what happened.” her eyes softened, intertwining your fingers with hers and whispering a soft ‘never’. You felt embarrassed as she was dragging you around the bar to the place her friends are staying at, you didn't want to see anyone’s face so you just looked down at your intertwined hands and hoped you won't collide with anyone. Your hand looked small compared to her large ones as she held into you, feeling her rough skin tightly around yours.

When you realized she stopped, you looked up to where she took you. “Oh no… I'm not going there,” You frowned at her, “VIP? I heard it's expensive here.” You felt guilty that she might spend money on a spot for you, but you were curious on how she makes enough money to be here.

“Don't worry, my work has paid for the night here, I didn’t spend a euro on me or anyone.” She smiled at you, finding it cute how you were worried about her money. She let go of your hand and opened the door slowly, signaling her hand to follow her.

You stood still for a few seconds, feeling exhausted and tired. And unfortunately, you felt gross. You looked down at your dress, remembering what the old man said. It was your favorite, it may not look fancy but you've loved it and waited for a moment to wear it, now you can't even glance at it without feeling down. You glanced at the woman, she had already taken a few steps until she realized you weren't following her, “Do you want to go home? I can order you an Uber?”

This was your chance to actually get to know someone, you've been alone all this time in Paris and Liz was an American student. The woman in front of you seemed like the first French woman that actually tried to befriend you, and she's attractive. Her face softened as she took a few steps towards you again, understanding your silence. “My name is Elisa, what's yours?”

“Y/n.” You didn't know what to do after this so you reached out your hand to handshake her, internally cringing from how awkward you are…no wonder why your love life is as low as your mood today. She giggled and grasped your hand, shaking it aggressively. You looked at her with a confused face and she just winked quickly, “so… y/n why are you here at the club on a Wednesday night?”

“I just graduated so I wanted to celebrate.” You were staring at your held hands, feeling awkward when looking at anyone's eyes, especially élisa's. But when you felt her hand immediately let go of yours and wipe it off with her dress pants, you looked at her face slightly hurt. Her eyes are slightly widened, which made you realize why she let go of your hand, “bachelor degree in physical therapy.”

“Ohh! That's so nice. You know at my job we need a lot of physiotherapists, I like them.” Her body physically relaxed, making you laugh at her panic. The poor woman thought you were some high school student, but you didn't blame her, you never made it clear when you spoke about it.

“Cool… what do you work as?” You asked, a smile appearing in your face. You didn't realize that by a small comment, Elise made your feelings better just as she planned. She let out an open smile when she noticed yours, feeling proud of herself for making you feel better.

“Guess.” 

Your smile wiped off your face, “no please I don't like doing this game just say it.”

She laughed, “I'll give you a hint, I wear number 5.”

It took a moment for you to answer because you froze when you heard her laugh, making a stupid grin plaster into your face, “...football?” You dragged the word as you questioned, worried it might be wrong. She nodded with a proud smile.

“Wow, that's so cool I do watch football!... not the women, I don't know where to watch…sorry.”

She laughed, stepping closer and resting her left arm around your shoulder, encouraging you to walk through the dark maroon hallway with her. “It's okay, we're used to it.”

When you looked up from this angle, your attraction worsened. Her side profile was perfect. It took a moment for you to recover from it, “ehm…some girls in my class wanted to be football physios so they could work with Szoboszlai.” You muttered, obviously not knowing what to say. You didn't know if you should wrap your right hand around her waist or just keep it awkwardly limping between the both of you.

She glanced at you and laughed, “and you? Is that what you wanted?”. You looked away, deciding to focus on the dark walnut wood corridor in front of you instead of her eyes. “I don't really like men.”

“Ha! Me too.” Her left arm tapped your shoulder to the beat of the music. Elisa was glad that you weren't into men; she felt like it's finally her time where she can get attention from a woman that isn't a fangirl. She pulled you inside a room, filled with people singing and jumping around.

You felt sick all over again, not knowing Elisa had this many friends. You remembered her speaking about her work paying for this, are all of these people her teammates? The room was built almost like a sunken living room, the leather couches were placed into the ground around the walls with stairs in the side, and two small tables placed in two opposite corners that were filled with drinks and purses. Elisa felt your body turn rigid, she leaned in close to your ear and whispered gently, “They're all nice, I promise.” You turned to look at her, you didn't understand why but you felt at ease around her, maybe because of what she did earlier, but you took a deep breath and calmed down.

She pointed at an empty seat next to a blonde woman, “hey Jackie, this is y/n, she's a physiotherapy graduate.” Jackie turned to look at you and elisa, she smiled brightly and raised her hand to signal you to sit with her. You let out a tight-lipped smile and approached the table to sit. You noticed Jackie looking at your attire and glancing at Elisa with a confused look, but before she said a thing, Elisa interrupted her by saying she needed to go to the bathroom.

Well shit, now you have to do this alone. You stared at Elisa as she was walking out, secretly checking her out and also praying that she’ll come back soon. “Umm… do you work here?”

You turned to look at Jackie, “oh, no. I'm just here to party.”

“Ohh…I thought you were one of the dancers offered here.” She looked at her whiskey and took a sip, clearly not seeing the shock in your face.

You froze as you gave her a confused glance, “oh. You thought I was a stripper?” You glanced down at your dress… It's a short dress, yes, but a dancer? You had no disrespect for them, just felt a little confused. Does Elisa call dancers for a lap dance? Is this where she went to?

“Oh not your dress! It's just that Elisa never spoke about bringing someone here so I assumed. Also, you're really pretty.” She gave you a wink with her compliment.

You gave her a soft smile with a shy ‘thanks’. “Elisa isn't really into those things, that’s why I was kind of confused.” She nudged your arm when you glanced at the exit again, realizing that you were waiting for Elisa. After hearing what Jackie said, you relaxed into your seat and looked at your surroundings.

Everyone seemed drunk except one, her thick black hair was tied in a high ponytail, too engrossed with her phone to really notice anyone. The other players were dancing, some were singing loudly to some song by Aya, an icon in french music from what you noticed in the past four years living here. “May I ask how you know elisa?” Jackie asked.

“Oh we just met here so…” you shrugged, you didn't feel like telling anyone what actually happened. Jackie nodded, taking her purse into her lap and pulling things out, trying to find something in it. After a while of scrolling on tiktok and looking at the girls partying, Elisa came back in, immediately settling down next to you. You looked at her with a smile, glad that she's back, but your smile was wiped off when you saw her frustrated and sweaty state. When she noticed the worry in your eyes she leaned in closer to you, “Do you like this club?”

You were caught off guard from this question and nodded slowly, “good because I want you to come back here,” You were confused, obviously you'll never come here. It doesn't matter how nice and fancy this place is, after that weirdo, you'll never step foot here. “I kicked him out, he's banned from coming here again.”

“Wa- wait what?” You gasped, looking at the door she came back from, expecting to see him standing there. But he wasn't, and even from the small glass window on the door, you can see that his spot is now empty, as well as his friends’.

“I want you to feel safe celebrating your achievements, I know today has probably been shit.” You bit your lip, turning to look at Jackie playing with her now found camera. You couldn't look at Elisa's eyes or else you would cry. You felt her hand softly caress your shoulder, bringing your body closer to hers. “Thank you, I mean… I don't even know what else to say.”

She gave you a gentle smile and turned to look at her teammates singing karaoke now. “No problem, now do you want to sing and dance with them? Or just sit here?”

“I'll just sit here, you can have fun with them.”

She looked back at you, deciding to lean back into the coach and find a comfortable position. “I play for Paris Saint Germain.”

“What! No way…I feel like shit for not watching you play.” You gasped, psg is the biggest team in France. And that's probably because they are loaded with money and can afford the top players, but you wondered how powerful the women's team is.

She laughed, quickly shaking her head, “don't feel that way! I just wanted to tell you. We just got qualified for the quarterfinals of the champions league that's why they're all drunk and shit.” She tilted her head towards a player dancing on the table. You bit your lip trying not to laugh at the poor woman, but when you heard Elisa's cackle, you let out a little laugh.

“Quarterfinals to the champions league… that's great! That's so cool, honestly, you should go and dance with them!�� You pushed her towards the women, but she didn't even budge. She winked at you when she saw you try to move her and held your arm down, “Are you actually trying to push me or are you playing around?”

You knew she was joking, she can tell your struggling face when you tried to push her. You glanced at the way she grabbed your forearm, feeling the blush coming around your cheeks. Her muscles tensed beneath her fitted black shirt, elisa has been trying to subtly send you hints without panicking too much. But she knew she needed to do something even more, so she let her hand slowly go from your forearm to your hand, intertwining your fingers with hers. A shy smile broke out in both of your faces, looking up to see her already smiling at you. “Okay…maybe I do want to dance a little.”

You bite your lip and give her a soft nod, indicating that you wanted to dance with her. She grinned brightly and stood up from the couch, delicately pulling you with her. You felt content for the first time, you're finally going to dance and party like how you wanted before you came here in the first place. Elisa pulled you into her body, looking at your eyes to see if you're okay with her wrapping her arms around your waist. You felt speechless so you just nodded and dragged your hands from her forearms all the way to her shoulders, blushing at the feeling of her rough muscles.

Because you were busy trying to mask your flustered state, you didn't notice the panic Elisa was in. Her tightly wrapped hands were shaking and it seemed like she couldn't even glance at your face for three seconds without finding something else to look at. The girls had stopped singing karaoke now, the speaker playing some french afrobeats. “I forgot to tell you, I'm shit at dancing. I was planning on getting too drunk to care.” You admitted with a laugh, elisa tightened her hands around your waist, making your chest flush with hers. “Oh wait until you see me dance.” 

“You do realize this song isn’t for slow dancing?” You loved the feeling of her body against yours, but the idea of slow dancing to afrobeats in front of people is confusing you. “Shhh don’t ruin the moment now.” she joked, turning her head around the room, she looked back at you and said, “They’re all too drunk to care.”

You looked around the room, and fortunately she was right. The girls were all dancing, separated into multiple groups and only focusing on them. Even the sober one had stood up and was dancing with the rest. You rested your head on her shoulder, feeling like it doesn’t matter at this point what happens between you. Elisa will probably forget about you, and date an instagram model like every football player does -well… that’s what the male players do at least.

“You tired?” her velvety voice soothed you as she leaned her head on yours. You closed your eyes and hummed in response, not feeling like moving your body. You tried to excuse the exhaustion as the sickness from the old man, but throughout the semester, you have been sleeping 4 hours and only working and studying. And today has been the day you can finally rest.

Elisa moved her hands from your waist to wrap them around your shoulders instead. As much as she was worried about the possible rejection from you, she felt great about you being okay with her physical touches and wanted to enjoy the chance. She can feel your beating heart from the thin dress you’re wearing against her sternum. Elisa’s long fingers were playing with the hem of the dress from your neck, her body slowly rocking as if she’s putting a baby to sleep.

“Thank you,” You whispered, opening your eyes just to see her jaw. “For today. I may not seem happy, but I am really grateful for this, I’m happy.”

“Do you want to go home?”

You stayed silent for a few seconds, before letting out a short breathy laugh, “Is it obvious I don’t like to party?” You didn’t want to offend her, especially after what she did.

“I can call an uber for you, or I can drive you home if you don’t feel safe.” You almost wanted to cry at how thoughtful she is, but you knew you needed some alone time after all of this. Also, the thought of parting ways with Elisa and her completely forgetting about you is eating you alive.

“Thank you, but I’ll feel very guilty if I take you away from the party you should be celebrating.” You let go of the tight embrace you were in, looking at her eyes to let her know how much you meant it. She sighed and nodded with a small hidden frown in her face. Elisa felt like a child attached to a toy, she was worried to let you go and never find you again. Now that she kicked the assaulters out, she hoped you’d come to the club more often.

“Okay, I’ll walk you out.” She held your hand and walked you out of the VIP entrance. The smell of sweat and alcohol hit you in the face, the club is even busier now since it was around 10 at night. Elisa pulled you to her body, putting her arm around your shoulder protectively in case someone does a thing to you. Once you reached the closest exit, she pushed the heavy door and let you go out.

“Ehm… Can I have your phone number?” Elisa suddenly blurted, she wasn’t ready to say goodbye, so she said the lamest thing she thought, “Just to make sure you went home safe…you never know what can happen.”

When Elisa asked that question, your heart started beating faster, your worry about losing her is now out of your head, feeling glad that she wanted to contact you. But after her explanation, you sighed in disappointment, she’s probably not interested in you, she wants to know if you went home safe only.

“Yeah, okay.” You opened your hand, waiting for her to hand you her phone. She pulled out her phone from her front pocket, and passed it to you quickly. Her palms were sweaty from anxiousness, and she hoped her sweat wasn’t all over the phone. She knew she fucked up, she could’ve told you the truth but instead she acted like some sick teenager, and it made her even more annoyed with herself when she saw the excitement in your face disappear like fog. She wanted you to know she’s interested in you. You typed your phone number quickly, before giving it back to her with a tight smile.

“Bye-Bye,” You stepped back, still facing her. “Again, thank you for today.” You gave her a small wave, and then turned and walked your way back home. She was invading your thoughts, her face, her smile, her deep yet delicate voice, her body, and the fact that she’s a professional player that can get anyone she wants.

Once you reached home, you looked at your phone notifications, there were none. 0 from Liz, and 0 from Elisa. You cussed yourself, why would she even bother to text you? She is the hottest woman you’ve ever seen, you probably look like charity work next to her exes. You boiled water for instant noodles, feeling too low to even worry about making dinner. After eating the soggy cheap noodles, you turned on the bathtub faucet and added some oils to calm you down and distract you from Elisa. You contemplated on searching up her name and see what google says about her, but you forced yourself to not even look up a picture of her. She clearly doesn’t care about you, why would you care about her?

After the 30 minute depressing bath, you plopped into the bed, not bothering to put the blanket over you. You suddenly heard a notification ding from your phone. Closing your eyes tightly, you swore that if it's Liz you'll run to her house barefoot to yell at her. When you heard another ding, you opened your eyes slowly and reached out for your bedside table.

[Unknown number]

I'm sorry

I was acting like a kid around u I wanted to ask you out but I got too shy

Can I take you to dinner one day?

You bit into your lip harshly, trying so hard to suppress your blush. You thought about it for a second, you weren't mad because she couldn't ask you out in front of you. You couldn't do it either, and you were also flattered to the thought of her being too shy in front of you. It felt as though she was the confident one there. It didn't matter anyways, what mattered is that you wanted to be hers. And if this date is the first step, you'll take it.

[You]

Okay

Only if I can go and watch you play on the quarterfinals

[Elisa ⚽️]

Really??

YES OF COURSE

Only with my jersey 😉

You turned off your phone and banged your head into the pillow, grabbing your phone again to send her a quick message.

[You]

Of course

I'm going to sleep rn

Good night 💞

[Elisa ⚽️]

Good night 😴

You turned off your phone and closed your eyes, immediately sleeping from the exhaustion of the day.

[Elisa⚽️]

The dress looked perfect on you.

[fairykazu]

subtle warning ft. lyney

cws: best friends, pining, ooc, jealousy

masterlist :: note: clearly i have a type when i write

best friend lyney who very "subtly warns" every person you try to pursue behind your back. when the person you were hvaing a thing with failed to come to the second date, you were so confused because you two had hit it off.

bzzt! your phone went off, you checked the notification, "what the hell? this is the second guy who blew me off, lyney." you complained as lyney hid his smirk.

"what happened?" lyney asked, faking his sincerity. he sat next to you on the couch. he knows all too well that he was the reason why your dates flake out.

when your date was waiting for you at the front door, picking you up for the first date. of course, lyney was there to help you out for the outfit and the security of somebody being there. "hello, name's taking a while to get dolled up... so, are you the guy name is going out with?"

"yes, im taking them out to a movie theater date." he replied. lyney analyized this guy, taller than him that's for sure, blond hair and red eyes. although this guy looks sweet, he doesn't look like he has the right intentions with you. he looked like he would ask you "where's my hug at?"

...

this guy isn't a right fit for you, are you getting a bit desperate? he's projecting, he's waiting for you to realize him as an option. "a movie theater date? that seems really... boring. y'know name would like a more exciting date than that." lyney replied, as the blond-haired male laughed, holding a bouquet of flowers.

not even the right flowers you like, didn't you tell lyney about you told this guy about it. what an idiot.

"then you take her to the date then." the date replied, laughing lightheartly.

i wish.

hurt by the comment and bruised from his ego, his eyes darkened. he began to laugh to a point it got uncomfortable. as the tension rose, "hahahaha, if you hurt them, a single hair of theirs taken out, i won't hesitate to kill you."

he cleared his throat by the time you arrived, his demeanor changed too. "lyney, are you talking it up with my date? don't scare him away." you joked. lyney smiled sweetly,

"of course not! right?" he asked to the date.

"yep..."

you went on to talk about even though, the guy was a bit of a wreck in the beginning of the date, it was fun for the both of you.

best friend lyney comforted you, rubbing circles into your back, "he probably didn't deserve you."

you sniffled, "you're right, lyney. what would i do without you."

he swiped a tear off your face, "i dunno, die?"

you hit him playfully, "what a way to ruin a moment, lyney."