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magic-magpie · 6 days ago

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I Got Your Name Tattooed in an Arrow Heart

Leon Kennedy x Gender Neutral Reader

Leon's returned from a mission, and the two of you celebrate his return by cuddling up together in front of a shitty movie. He's more interested in you than the movie though, and in his gazing he notices a little marking on your wrist, one he's never seen before, one that you seem to be rather keen to hide.

Or, you write Leon's name on your wrist because you're a closet sap and you miss him and you're lowkey embarrassed about it.

Tags - Fluff, like just pure fluff, kissing, minor references to past suicidal thoughts, gender neutral reader + pronouns, very domestic, you are shorter than Leon by a fair bit sorry abt that, no use of y/n, any post-Raccoon City Leon can be applicable here but I had RE4R Leon in mind, but there are mentions of him being blond

Word count - 2,381

A/N - Hiiii this is my first Leon x Reader fanfic <3 It's been on AO3 for a while but I'm finally uploading it to Tumblr too! People do such pretty formatting for these and I have no idea how to do all that so please just accept the above Leon pictures as my formatting offering. There are also no physical descriptors of Reader aside from them being shorter (I'm five foot that's why), I aimed to make this as inclusive as possible :)

The walk up the stairs was a long one, the exhaustion set deep in Leon’s bones. He’d just come back from a mission debrief, filled out the necessary paperwork thrust upon him not two seconds after returning to American soil. Hunnigan had done her best to lighten the load though, and he couldn’t be more grateful. It meant he could return home quicker, back to comfort, back to his bed.

Back to you.

A glance at his watch told him it had just gone eight, too early for you to be in bed. The thought of coming home and seeing your face gave him the energy to put one foot in front of the other, and it was with a sigh of relief that he opened the door and entered their home. He shucked his boots off and left his motorcycle helmet on the nearby counter, and as he shrugged his jacket off he heard your sweet voice call out his name.

“I’m back,” he called out in reply, and there was a bit of clatter in the living room before he heard a familiar set of footsteps approaching, and then there you were and it was like a weight had been lifted off his chest. A beautiful smile was on your face, your eyes sparkling in that way they only seemed to sparkle when you looked at him. He hung his jacket up and then you were hugging him and this, this was what kept him tethered. Your arms were wrapped around him, hands rubbing soothing circles into his back, face buried in his chest. He hugged you back, held you close, resting his head on yours and breathing in your familiar scent, so refreshing and comforting after trekking in the middle of nowhere for weeks.

“You smell like shit,” you said, cheek pressed up against him. He breathed out a laugh, tickling the top of your head.

“I’ve smelt worse.”

“Shower or bath?”

He hummed. “Shower.”

A bath sounded nice, but honestly, he just wanted to collapse with you on the sofa as the TV droned on. Lay down with you, regain his sense of self in your warmth – as much as he had left, anyway.

“You take a shower then, and I’ll get you dinner. I just made pasta – I didn’t know you were coming home tonight so I don’t have anything better.”

His arms tightened around you, and he pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

“Pasta’s fine.”

Before you, he honestly couldn’t remember the last time he’d had a home-cooked meal made for him. You’d told him you weren’t the best cook, to not judge your basic dishes, but every meal you cooked tasted wonderful to him. It tasted like home, like love, like someone cared about him enough to cook for him.

Pasta was more than fine.

“Cool, I’ll get that heated up for you then,” you said, and he eased up his hold to let you go, immediately feeling the loss of your warmth and having to stop himself from chasing after it. “Now go clean up, stinky.”

He snorted, punching you lightly in the arm as he set off towards the bathroom, your subsequent laughter washing over him like a balm.

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Stomach full, clean, and dressed in his comfy clothes, the two of you were cuddled up together on the sofa, lazily watching a shitty B-movie. You’d started off sitting apart but sometime during the movie you’d drifted closer together, and now you were nestled in Leon’s arms, practically on top of him, you holding his hand and idly stroking it with your thumb. There were a lot of explosions and yelling going on in the movie, but Leon found his gaze drifting to you instead, like a magnetic pull. You were dressed in his old hoodie – one of the ones you’d deemed part of the ‘communal wardrobe’. He’d acted grumpy about it at the time but he honestly loved seeing you in it, and if he’d left a few more of his hoodies around for you to steal then that was between him and the God he didn’t believe in.

His gaze drifted down to your hand holding his, then zeroed in on a marking on the inside of your wrist.

“Hey, what’s this?”

Curiosity piqued, he grabbed your hand and pulled it closer, making you yelp in shock.

“Leon, give off!”

“Just looking!” He said, curiosity piqued even more by your protests. He turned your hand to see the inside of your wrist, and his breath hitched.

It was his name written in pretty cursive, with a heart around it. He stared at it, lips parting slightly. His first thought was that it was a tattoo, but there were some little smudges here and there.

He looked down at you, your face redder than before and pointedly avoiding his gaze.

“You wrote this?”

“Who else?” You replied, which was a fair point. You tried to tug your wrist back but he held firm, not done looking at it. The heart was a little wobbly, and he could see where you’d rubbed off ink and redrawn certain parts. His name was smoothly written though, and in the prettiest cursive he’d ever seen you use. He’d made fun of your typical handwriting before for somehow being worse than his own, so this was new.

“I... I write it when you’re not here,” you said, voice quieter than normal, as if you were going all shy on him. “Like, when you’re on missions and stuff.”

“You’ve done this before?” He asked softly, and oh God, his heart feels like it’s about to burst out of his chest. You nodded.

“I dunno, it’s just, like,” you’re looking at the floor like it was the most interesting thing in the world, you were definitely going shy on him, “you’re not here, so I write that and it helps. With, y’know, missing you. I usually wash it off when I know you’re coming back home but I had no heads-up this time so I forgot.”

Leon swallowed. God, you were perfect. Dressed in his hoodie, his name on your wrist, waiting for him to come home. How many years had he spent just coming home to an empty apartment, nothing to greet him except the utility bills, no one to miss him except the mould growing on the food he accidentally left out? On every mission there would be a not-insignificant part of him that contemplated just... not coming back. Letting the bioweapon with its hands around his throat snap his neck. Letting himself bleed out on the floor. Letting go of the ledge and falling to his death. He was going to die on the job - might as well have it happen sooner rather than later.

Then you came along, and he found himself wanting to come home. Your face flashed through his mind when he parried an attack, when he shot an approaching threat. He wanted to come home and see your face again, wanted to feel you again, wanted to live to see tomorrow if that tomorrow would be spent with you.

“Maybe I shouldn’t give you a heads-up from now on,” Leon said, then pulled you across until your face was closer to his, laughing at the surprised little noise you let out. Your face was still red and he could see the question forming on your lips, but he swiftly leant down and kissed you with all the affection that had been bubbling up inside his chest. He let go of your wrist in favour of circling you with his arms, another wave of adoration washing over him as your lips moved against his, fingers tangling in his hair.

I love you, he thought as he held you close.

I love you, as the kiss deepened, you making the little noises he loved.

I love you, as you separated for air, breaths mingling.

You laughed softly, and God if that wasn’t the most beautiful sound.

“This is so embarrassing,” you whined, practically hiding your face in his chest. He wanted to make a little teasing remark, but as you lay there, dressed in his hoodie, his name on your wrist, all he could think about was that he loved you too fucking much. He took your hand, stroking his thumb over your knuckles.

Imagining how it would look with a ring on it.

“S’not embarrassing,” he replied, “it’s cute.”

“You weren’t meant to find out,” you went on. He laughed softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead. You looked up at him, and if he could have this view for the rest of his life, he’d die a happy man.

“Yeah? Well, I’m glad I did.”

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You were stood at the kitchen counter, chopping up some potatoes. You’d finished work earlier than Leon today and so had bought a couple of steaks on the way back home, intending to make a better dinner tonight to make up for yesterday’s basic pasta with store-bought sauce. Not that Leon had voiced any disappointment with the dinner, but you liked making his favourite meal when he came home after a mission.

Leon had texted you to say he’d be home soon, so you put the potatoes in the oven then got ready to work on the sauce. You caught sight of his name on your wrist and smiled. You didn’t tend to write it when he was around, but he’d seemed very happy to learn of your little habit , and so you figured you might as well re-write it on your wrist today. And every day after that, you supposed.

A tattoo would solve the re-drawing issue, but you liked writing it. It felt romantic. Plus, you got to add little embellishments, depending on how you were feeling. Sometimes little stars, or dots around the heart. You’d opted for a classic design today, an arrow through the heart.

A short while later you heard the front door open, Leon coming into the kitchen soon after, looking tired but thankfully without that dead, empty look he got after missions. He smiled when he saw you, that beautiful smile you treasured so dearly.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he said as he approached you, hugging you from behind and resting his head on you. “Nice day?”

You shrugged, turning the cooker off on the sauce. “So-so. You?”

“Better than usual.”

“Oh?” You said, turning round to face him properly. There was a little sparkle in his blue eyes, a little grin tugging at his lips. It was rare to see him like this after work – it normally took him a bit to shake the work off, so to speak. It was making you smile too. “And why was that?”

“Because,” he said, then raised his left hand and shifted his watch to reveal your name in wobbly cursive, encased in an even wobblier heart. “I had you there with me.”

Your face broke out into a smile, laughter bubbling up as you drank in the sight. He was fully grinning too, a dorky little grin with his eyes crinkling in such a way that had your heart doing topsy-turvies. You pulled up your sleeve to show him your matching inscription.

“What a coincidence - you were with me, too,” you said, and Leon laughed, joy evident. Seeing him this happy melted your heart, and as he took to admiring your wrist again, blue eyes alight with adoration, blond hair loosely falling over his face, framed by the overhead lighting, he looked positively angelic.

Truth be told, he was your angel. He’d disagree, would say he’s ‘just a guy’, but in him you’d found a love you’d only dreamt about. He wasn’t perfect by any means, but that didn’t matter when he held you so tenderly when you cried, when he supported you through thick and thin, when he made you feel so, so loved.

Watching him like that, stroking your wrist with his thumb, looking at you like you hung the stars when all you did was write his name on your wrist, you knew that this was the man you wanted to spend forever with.

“Can I have my hand back?” You asked teasingly, and Leon’s smile turned a little sheepish as he lowered your hand, but didn’t relinquish it, instead simply shifting so he was holding your hand instead of your wrist, fingers intertwined with yours.

“I’ll let go if you give me a kiss,” he teased back, leaning in expectantly, and you gave an exaggerated eye roll before leaning up and pressing your lips against his, smiling into the kiss. He released your hand in favour of winding his arms around your waist, and your heart fluttered as he gently pulled you closer, enveloping you in his warmth. Your hands came up to embrace him in turn and the two of you stayed there, enjoying this time you had together, enjoying each other’s touch, enjoying the feel of the other’s lips, a feeling that was so familiar but never got old.

Eventually you pulled apart, all lovestruck smiles and little laughs when your eyes met.

“I love you, you know that?” Leon said, thumbs stroking circles into your skin. “I know I don’t really say it often, but I do. I love you.”

You smile. “I know.”

“Y’know, I figured out of the two of us I’d be Han Solo.”

“Nah, you’re my princess.”

“I’m not dressing up as Leia if that’s what you’re hinting at.”

“Boo, you whore.”

Leon snorted, rolling his eyes fondly before pulling away. “Alright, I’m gonna go get changed. See you in a bit.”

He pressed one last kiss to the top of your head before walking off, and as you watched him you felt that certain fondness swell in your chest. He was your everything, the one you loved most ardently, and who, by some grace of God, loved you so ardently in return.

“Hey, Leon?”

Leon turned around, having just entered the hallway. “Yeah, sweetheart?”

“I love you too.”

He smiled softly, and that was your raison d’être. You could see a million stars, watch thousands of meteor showers, look up at a twilight sky, and none of it would compare to the view right before you.

“I know.”

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mogamuncher · 9 months ago

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Heeey I'm back! It's finally time for the full Cakeverse analysis gang!

Ok, so, for a refresher:

There's the Forks, the Cakes and the Plates (normal people), and it goes like this:

Plates are just normal people, the majority of the world population, nothing new here.

Forks: Can't taste and sometimes can't smell either, sometimes they used be able to taste but lost it with age; either way, they can only ever taste cakes.

Cakes: Basically normal people except that they're delicious, everything from them (flesh, tears, saliva, etc) tastes like cake (or other foods if you want). You can't tell who's a cake or not unless you're a Fork that's tasting them in some way.

Now, I have to add some stuff that's really interesting and that the og author said, that we'll be getting into today.

• Forks go absolutely bat shit insane when they taste the Cakes most of the time, that can lead to a lot of things, cannibalism, sex, or (if you're cultured) both.

• Both Cakes and Forks suffer from their own societal plights. Cakes die a lot, and Forks when discovered are instantly pinned as murderers, criminals and perverts, even if they haven't done anything wrong yet.

• Cakes can derail a Fork's entire life, and Forks are like sin and temptation to Cakes.

Now, I want to talk about these because they absolutely fucking vexed me and now I want to make this all of y'all's problem.

「The First Taste」

It's essentially a common rule as said by the author that the Forks go insane after feeling the taste of a Cake, now, let's talk about: Why?

See, Cakeverse is technically an Au based from the likes of Omegaverse, which you can see by the structure being similar to Alpha/Beta/Omega with the three types of people out there. But, in ABO the Alphas going insane is due to a specific event, heats, which are there specifically for reproduction and are said to bring out animal instincts out of people's control, while Forks are based on simply taste, food, and not something as biological.

Of course it's up to the individual writer to an extent, but my interpretation of why Forks lose it when they taste Cakes is more psychological when compared to Alphas in the Omegaverse.

Imagine that you are completely unable to see color, never once have you seen one, you grew up hearing all about how wonderful colors are, you saw others compliment the colors of several works of art, you heard all about the colors of the world around you, but all that you see is beige and grey. Now, imagine that one day you bump into someone, and suddenly you're able to see all the colors, for the first time ever in your life, you can finally experience blue skies and green grass, you can see the same way the rest of the world sees, something that was fundamentally missing from you is finally gifted to you by this stranger on a silver tray.

You're finally complete.

That's the reality of what Forks go through, years of eating tasteless food, seeing people enjoy food wholeheartedly and rant about the tastes, hearing about the differences between expensive food and cheap food, and then suddenly finally tasting cake. Of course they go insane and fixate on it, it's like the final puzzle piece finally sliding into place, something that they've been missing this whole time being manifested with only a taste.

Before, eating was a chore, something simply to survive there was no joy in it, no fun to be found in desserts or snacks, but with only a single kiss the Fork finally feels what it is like to crave food, to want food for the taste.

Cakeverse in nature is oddly psychological, playing with the concept of taking away something extremely core to the human experience, taste. It's inherent and everyone has it, you'd probably feel like a freak of nature if you didn't have something while everyone else has, right?

That's what Cakes bring Forks; normalcy, joy and purpose, it's basically like a shot of endorphins all at once straight into your bloodstream, there's a good chance it'd hit like a truck and fuck you up majorly.

Forks acting rashly probably looks different than when Alphas do the same, because the motive is inherently different, but the desperation is arguably more raw.

A lot can be written on what that reaction would be:

Immediately trying to taste the Cake (kissing, licking, biting), trying to play cool only to strike later (potential kidnapping, manipulation, planning and scheming in general), the Fork can try to resist temptation or maybe the Cake can notice the extreme reaction and run away, maybe the Cake can instigate and bait the Fork to take a bite.

It could lead to fluff, to relationships starting, relationships ending, it could smut, it could be gory cannibalism, hell, it could be both.

Either way, the sheer amount of character study that could be made out of this tidbit alone is insane, and the story concepts don't stop there!

「We Do, In Fact, Live In a Society」

Cakes don't know who they are until it's too late, but I can imagine that in society they'd be treated with a lot of extra care if they are known beforehand, as they are constantly in risk of dying.

Imagine that they'd also be majorly babyfied, the "nooo poor babies that can't do anything wrong, poor helpless and weak Cakes, they clearly can't take care of themselves, they're so vulnerable, don't worry I'll speak for you to protect your honor" would be insane. Any Cake that consensually and willingly gets with a Fork will be doubted if they truly wanted to do it, think nosy people pulling them aside to ask if they're ok and pressing to see if they're abused, think people immediately thinking that Cakes can't consent to anything with a Fork on principle despite them being grown adults.

Online discourse would definitely have people saying "Cakes are minor coded" or some shit, mark my words.

While Forks would be instantly persecuted for everything. Because of something they didn't choose, that was inherited at birth, they now are fully seem as murderers, kidnappers, rapists and just the lowest of the low. People will gossip, people will get defensive, people will cower any time you slightly raise your voice, you're seen as a predator, treated no different than a wild bear. To society at large, you're an unruly dog, and all eyes will be on you forever, watching, waiting for the day that you take a bite.

In a sense, it's almost like any Forks that do commit crimes instantly have a justification to do so, it's expected, really, you're a Fork, of course you'd snap one day. It's both maligned and normalized, everyone expects it and it almost gives Forks a reason to do so. Forever a self fulfilling prophecy.

Now I'm sorry that I'll keep bringing the Omegaverse up, it's just that it's really handy for comparison, but I find it fascinating that in a way, the societal effects of this are a mish mesh of the societal views seen in ABO, but like, in a way that doesn't make me want to vomit.

Can I be so fr with you guys right now? I don't like the societal parts of the Omegaverse, ever since I was a kid in the early hay days of the internet, that always made me uncomfortable, and it's also a bit lazy in a way. The problems in society with the Omegaverse are basically just Sexism, it's misogyny with mpreg, and a lot of fics end up feeling like a Handmaiden's Tale with mpreg. Replace Alphas with men and Omegas with Women and you get the Omegaverse, though it gets a bit interesting since there technically is a built-in "fuck or die" and aphrodisiac system with heats/ruts, but very few writers do something interesting with it.

My problem is that it's always either uncomfortable or outright boring, very little fics do it well and most of the time authors simply choose to side step it altogether, which I completely understand and actually prefer at this point.

I bring all this up because Cakeverse actually brings a lot of interesting concepts up in it's consequences on the world at large, the nature of Forks and Cakes mirrors a lot of real life concepts, but leaves enough fantastical elements that there's still intrigue in what could be explored and seem from authors writing certain details of it.

Would there be Cake support groups? Would there be Fork rights activists? Would there be people who are both Forks and Cakes, like a hybrid type? What are different relationship types seen as in the eyes of society as a whole?

It's all so complicated and the problems are different between the both of them, also, they're evenly split, which is a breath of fresh air.

Now, it's time to get even deeper into this, what are exactly Forks and Cakes relationship with each other like?

「Would You Still Love Me If I Was Cake?」

According to the author, Cakes can derail a Fork's life and Forks are temptation to Cakes. Now, why is that?

Imagine you're a Fork, living your life trying to do what you can with what's been handed to you, probably being discriminated against if you haven't been able to hide it well, when suddenly you taste someone (kiss or by accident, like a shared water bottle), and next thing you know you lose your mind. Your entire world falls apart, thoughts of dreams, future, your own sense of morality, it all melts away like sugar in water because you just experienced heaven and now it's all you can think about.

Someone completely normal beforehand, suddenly driven to obsession with just one moment, an entire life detailed into the unknown because they just had a taste of cake, thoughts being all about one person and their taste, the inability to stop even you're desperate to do so. It's madness, and almost like a tragedy, doomed by their own personal narrative of Fork meets Cake, the Forks turns into a starving beast whether they want to or not.

But Cakes? Imagine you have someone you love, and they want you so badly it drives them mad, imagine kissing the same lips that want to be stained with your taste, imagine putting yourself in the way of jaws that any of these days can close down on you and swallow you whole. You're constantly in contact with someone that could just straight up eat you, consume you whole and leave nothing behind, but your heart aches for them, you present yourself in a silver platter again and again.

Maybe you want to be eaten, to be consumed. Maybe you like being wanted, maybe you enjoy providing something to to others, you made them so happy that it doesn't even matter to you that they are taking chunks out of you, you'll gladly let yourself be torn apart if it means someone else is satisfied.

It's all about the usage of "Cannibalism as a Metaphor for Love™", it's all about loving someone but constantly wanting to eat them into non-existence, it's about to struggle between your brain heart and stomach.

It's about having your cake and eating it too.

The themes, the metaphors, the opportunities are endless and frankly I'm driving myself insane just imagining all of it, the angst also would be utterly fucking insane, imagine you live someone and you eat them, wouldn't you be upset? You loved them and you killed them yourself, with your own hands, their taste is on your lips and you licked your plate clean.

I'm screaming and crying and throwing up as we speak, the number of things you can do here are endless, soooo. . . Let's talk about some of my ideas!

「All My Fanfiction Titles Are Just Songs」

Last post I basically tagged a bunch of fandoms that I wish would use this trope (I'll also be doing that with this post), so now I'm going to showing some of the ideas I had for this AU that I might or might not write in the future, all of which you guys are totally free to use as prompts as well (just tag me on them lmao)

So, going ship by ship:

「Loveit」: Dead Plate fanfic, Vincent x Rody, Fork!Vincent and Cake!Rody. I imagine that the moment Vincent finds out is during the Best Served Hot ending, after biting Rody's ear, his reaction would show instantly on his face and Rody would notice right away. After that it can lead to a lot of things, fighting, smut and cannibalism galore, their relationship would only get more complicated after such a discovery. Hell, you can even have Vincent find out earlier, if you truly want more juicy drama, maybe Vincent will attempt to make Rody into the meal instead of Mason this time? For funsies you could even reverse it, Rody as a Fork would be fascinating to see, him bonding with Vincent that he also can't taste anything, only for him to find out later that he can taste Vincent himself, holy shit the intrigue.

「Eat You」: Death Note, Lawlight, Fork!Light and Cake!L. Imagine Light both having to hide the fact that he's Kira, but also having to hide the fact that he's a Fork, imagine the never leaving stain that being a Fork would be on his own self-perception of perfection, imagine the so called god that punishes criminals also being considered a criminal by default in society's eyes if he's ever found out. Kira selling out his own kind because most criminals would likely be Forks (whether they were rightfully convicted or not), and then comes in L, a detective, a nuisance, Light's equal and a Cake. Maybe Light would find that out later on, maybe while they're playing as friends in college or while chained together, and now L had effortlessly thrown another wrench in his life yet again by default, like they're meant to be opposed by fate itself, where Kira is a Fork L is a Cake. L would likely goad Light on, trying to bait Kira out, by any means necessary, even if it means being eaten.

「Eat You Piece by Piece」: Hear me out, Batjokes. Fork!Bruce having to hold himself back from breaking his own morals due to finding out Joker is a Cake, Fork!Joker only getting deeper into his Batman obsession after tasting a Cake!Batman, Both Forks bonded by not having taste, maybe both are Forks that differ on how they react to Cakes (Joker regularly eating them while Bruce retains his morals and chooses to not hurt them), maybe both Cakes that got here because they were almost eaten (different Batman and Joker origin stories?). The opportunities are all intriguing and promptly end in bloodshed, expect angst and discussions of what is moral, also just so much angst holy shit this shit hurts.

「I Eat Boys Up」: Dungeon Meshi, Labru, Fork!Laios and Cake!Labru. I'm thinking post canon by accident, maybe something like sharing utensils, and I'm going to be so fr with you right now, this story coming from me would be a lot of romanticism through food metaphors and unending smut, feral Laios is my equivalent of heroin and I could imagine him describing Kabru's taste in detail to him while eating him out. But if smut isn't your jam, exploring how Laios and his monster obsession, especially in the form of food, as someone who can't taste would be intriguing, in a story so closely tied to food, you have to wonder how it would all change if the main character couldn't even taste. Also, I doubt Kabru would take the knowledge of him being essentially prey well, so there's that bag of worms to go into if you want.

「Blame Gluttony」: This one is purely self indulgent but like, Re:Zero with any ship, Cake! Subaru and Fork!anyone else. Imagine Subaru's world doesn't have this Cakeverse nonsense at all, but the world he's transported to has, imagine how scary it would be that one loop he suddenly finds out that he's essentially universal prey here (maybe in the second loop with Elsa), imagine the weight of all the things that already are trying to kill him along with the fact that he's also got a new thing to worry about? Maybe instead of just the rabbit loop, there's now multiple loops where Subaru is eaten alive, maybe there's loops where his dear friends themselves are eating him. Can you imagine if Emilia was a Fork? If he found out after the kiss of death and she commented on the taste of his lips as he was dying, if it came up again after their kiss, Subaru having to tackle with his love and heart belonging to someone that would one day eat him whole. Imagine the witch not longer just wants to touch his heart or kiss him, but she also bites him when he tries to tell the secret. Imagine maybe Rem is also a Fork, imagine that his death by her hands also involved her tearing into him chunk by chunk. What if Otto was a Fork, what if Reinhard was one? Seriously all the opportunities are equally traumatizing and I'm living for it!

Honorable mentions include: Persona Shuake and Shuada (Fork!Protags and Cake!Detectives) for the optimal mutual murder extravaganza, Okegom DSP Satanivlis (Fork!Ivlis and Cake!Satanick) for a rare case of role swapping, South Park Kyman (any way works tbh) for mutually assured destruction, Slay the Princess (Fork!Princess and Cake!Birb) because themes, Soukouku (Fork!Dazai and Cake!Chuuya) for making canon even worse than it already is, frankly any investigrave game would be peak here, Hannigram for obvious reasons.

But that's all I have for now, so, what have we learned here?

We learned that: I'm mentally ill and you need to write about the Cakeverse NOW.

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hoshifighting · 1 year ago

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— Synopsis: Jihoon, a shy guy, really wants to talk to you一the new pretty neighbor一but finds it a difficult mission. To help him out, he send his robot friend, Beep Boop, to make the connection as he watches through his window. Surprisingly, you adored Beep Boop, and his creator, Jihoon. — WC: 3.3k — WARNINGS: Fluff, social anxiety, isolation, potential overthinking, Beep Boop is a great buddy! [Issue Club Serie] — This is part 1 of Shy!Woozi. Check the Part 2

Jihoon stretched out on the bed, hearing the telltale beep of a reversing truck. The driver seemed less than careful, and the sound grated on Jihoon's nerves, pulling him out of his drowsy state. With a sigh, he finally opened the window, curious to see what the commotion was about. His eyes widened in surprise when he noticed the window next door, previously closed for months, was now open. A moving truck was pulling away, leaving behind an air of change.

Jihoon’s mind wandered back to the previous resident, Miss Kim, who used to play the piano beautifully. He remembered the rainy nights when he was alone at home and Ahjussi would bring him kimchi, the warm, spicy smell filling the room. It had been a shame to see Ahjussi move to the countryside.

Curious about the new occupants, Jihoon went about his day, keeping an eye on the movement next door. The cool day felt refreshing, and the sunlight streaming through his window warmed his room. He picked up a poetry book, one he had started but never finished, and sat on his soft bed, losing track of time as he leafed through the pages.

Before he knew it, he was holding the last page of the book. "Yeah, it looks like I'm going to have to read it all again," he murmured to himself. Why were poetry books always so short? He didn't even understand most of what he had read.

But he knew the reason for his distraction. The open window in his room gave a clear view of the house next door. He could see newspapers scattered on the floor, evidence of a fresh start, and a newly painted wall. And then, there was you.

Your hair fell insistently over your face as you painted, your hands methodically rolling the paint onto the wall. Jihoon watched, intrigued. You seemed so focused, so immersed in your task.

Jihoon bit his lip, the internal struggle playing out on his face. Should he say something? Should he offer you help? From his window, you could clearly see or hear him if he did. He wished he had more social skills, the confidence to simply say, 'Hi, if you need help, I'm Jihoon, your new neighbor.' But no, striking up a conversation with someone he had never seen before, especially a girl, felt impossible. What if you thought he was weird? Or worse, what if you thought he was coming on too strong?

Feeling stupid for not being able to start a simple conversation, he sighed. After all, the architecture of the old houses in this neighborhood meant the windows were ridiculously large. You could see practically everything in your neighbor's life if you didn't have good curtains.

Jihoon was pulled out of his self-banter when you turned around, facing his window. He quickly hid himself against the wall, leaving your line of sight. You frowned, confused, then resumed your painting. But in his hasty movement, Jihoon noticed a treasure—his robot, a project he had worked on for college. A big friend that could help him interact with his new neighbor, at least as a conversation starter.

Meanwhile, you were in the kitchen, putting supplies on the counter, when you heard a bell—not your doorbell, but some kind of chime. You frowned and opened your front door, only to be met by a robot with a humanoid shape, dressed in a big pink hoodie. Instead of a head, it had a large tablet displaying cute, animated emotions.

You looked around, unsure if you should talk to this... thing, or if it might explode if you said a word. Tentatively, you spoke, "Hi, big friend... how can I help you?"

The screen on the robot’s head displayed the word 'Welcome' and then a cute basket extended from its torso. Hesitant, you picked it up. As soon as you did, the robot turned around and rolled away on its wheels, heading towards the sidewalk. You stood there, paralyzed in your doorway, clutching the basket and trying to make sense of what had just happened.

"Um, thank you?" you called after it, not knowing if it could hear you.

The basket was filled with cookies一cookies that you can easily find in the market, but the intention is cute一, a small note tucked among them. You opened the note, which read:

"Hi! I'm your neighbor. I hope you enjoy these cookies. Welcome to the neighborhood! - Jihoon"

Jihoon doesn't know how many times he wrote and rewrote this, trying to make it beautiful and presentable for you to read.

You looked back at the robot, now waiting patiently at the sidewalk. Smiling to yourself, you felt a warm sense of welcome.

Back in his room, Jihoon watched anxiously from the window, biting his lip again. This time, though, it was out of nervous anticipation. He saw you reading the note and, after a moment, a smile spread across your face. He exhaled a breath he didn't realize he had been holding, feeling a bit of the tension ease from his shoulders.

Maybe this wouldn't be so hard after all.

The house was coming together nicely, and installing a few essentials was a breeze. Some furniture would come with time, but you had to admit, you were struggling to put together this wooden bench for your backyard. The sun was beating down on your skin, and you had already rebuilt the bench a couple of times, each time more frustrating than the last.

Beep beep

You heard the now-familiar sound. Glancing up, you saw the robot again, its tablet head showing a curious expression. You scoffed, feeling almost embarrassed that even the robot was witnessing your struggle with the instruction manual.

Before you could say anything, the screen changed, displaying a tutorial on how to assemble the exact wooden bench. You couldn't help but laugh.

"Wow, this would help a lot. Thanks, buddy," you said, genuinely appreciative. But then you glanced up at the scorching sun. "But the sun is brutal today. I hope you don't overheat or something."

You quickly opened the umbrella and positioned it over the robot, casting a nice shadow. "There you go, some shade for you. Now, let's get this bench sorted out."

Following the tutorial step by step, you began assembling the bench correctly this time. The robot beeped encouragingly, its screen displaying a thumbs-up emoji.

"Okay, piece A connects to piece B, and then this screw goes here..." you muttered to yourself, feeling more confident with each step. "This is actually going pretty well."

The robot beeped again, displaying a smiley face.

"Thanks for the help. I don't know what I'd do without you," you said, wiping some sweat from your forehead. "I guess I should also thank Jihoon, right? He really knows how to make a good first impression."

The robot nodded, or at least it looked like a nod, with the screen displaying an animated head bobbing up and down.

You laughed again, feeling a strange sense of camaraderie with the machine. "Tell Jihoon I said thanks, okay?"

The robot beeped once more, its screen now displaying a "You're Welcome" message before it turned and rolled back towards Jihoon's house.

You wondered who was controlling this super kind robot. Jihoon must have seen you struggling with the bench all morning and sent the robot to help. You chuckled at the thought; he probably wasn't the best with assemblies himself. But it was endearing how you found yourself listening attentively to the robot, even asking if it could replay part of the video. When Jihoon replayed the part, your impressed face was priceless. You couldn't help but laugh at yourself, and Jihoon laughed too, watching from his window.

The umbrella part? That was pure instinct. You just didn't want the poor robot to overheat in the sun. Jihoon found that incredibly thoughtful. He mused that it was something only a woman would think of, a gentle touch he always admired. He wondered if you would do the same for him, considering his pale skin burned easily under the sun, but he brushed the thought aside, not wanting to dwell on it.

Days passed, and you missed your robot friend. After a particularly rough week, you found yourself sitting in your front yard, on your now fully assembled bench, drinking a cola. The night was calm, the neighborhood quiet. Then you saw it—a cute pixeled face approaching.

Beep beep, it sounded.

You couldn't help but smile. Tonight, the robot was dressed in a tiny blazer with a red tie.

You laughed, "Well, don't you look elegant tonight! Any special occasion?"

"I'm curious to know the person behind you, buddy," you continued, "all dressed up and everything."

To your amazement, the robot spoke. With a robotic yet clear voice, it said, "Hello, I am here to keep you company. Jihoon thought you might like that."

Your eyes widened in surprise.

"You can talk!" you exclaimed, still processing the surprise.

“Yes, technology is getting scary, isn’t it?” the robot replied in a robotic voice, but with a hint of playfulness.

You couldn’t help but laugh. “You’re too cute to be scary. I think you need a name.”

The robot made a giggling sound, a funny robotized laugh that made you chuckle.

“How about… Beep Boop?” You suggest.

“Beep Boop,” the robot repeated, its screen showing a happy face. “I like it.”

As you sat on the bench with Beep Boop, you couldn't help but wonder. "So, Beep Boop, why did Jihoon send you to talk to me?"

Beep Boop's screen flashed a thoughtful emoji before responding. "Jihoon thinks you look cool. But... he's weird."

You frowned, tilting your head slightly. "Weird? How so?"

Jihoon, watching through the robot's camera, felt a sense of anxiety.

Beep Boop continued, "He finds it hard to talk to people. Especially girls."

Your expression softened. "Oh, I see. Well, everyone has their quirks. He's kind to send you over, though."

Beep Boop's screen displayed a nodding emoji. "Jihoon says he likes watching you build things. He thought you might need a friend."

You smiled, feeling empathy. "That's really sweet of him. You can tell him he can come over whenever he feels ready. I'm not the type of person who's going to judge."

Jihoon, on the other end, felt a rush of relief.

"Do you think Jihoon likes cola?" you asked.

"Yes, Jihoon likes cola," Beep Boop replied.

You stood up, grabbing a plastic bag from inside and placing a few cans of cola in it. Tying the bag to Beep Boop, you patted the robot's head. "Here, take these to him. Maybe it'll help him feel more comfortable."

"Thank you," Beep Boop said, the screen displaying a happy face.

"You're welcome, Beep Boop. Tell Jihoon I appreciate him sending you over and that he can come by anytime."

As Beep Boop rolled away with the bag of cola, you watched with a smile.

[...]

You affirmed that everything was fine, but a part of you couldn't help but find the whole "Beep Boop" thing slightly funny. But honestly, you found the idea rather adorable. It was intelligent of him to create such a robot—amazing, actually.

Even though you hadn't seen Jihoon face-to-face, you thought he was pretty cool. From the glimpses you'd caught of him through the window, he looked quite handsome. And through Beep Boop, you learned that he liked music, had finished college, and worked remotely, which explained why he rarely left his house.

On the other side, Jihoon had been mentally preparing himself. You had been so kind with Beep Boop, and he couldn't imagine you hurting a mosquito. You were careful with the robot, even hugged it sometimes, and the little pats on its electronic head and the goodies you sent through it—Jihoon appreciated every gesture.

Why should he hide himself any longer?

He saw you arriving home today, your bag slung over your shoulder as you entered your house. He waited for a moment, then saw you in your bedroom after your bath. Breathing deeply, he opened his window.

"Psst!" he called out, trying to get your attention.

You turned towards his window, seeing Jihoon there, ready to talk, for the first time. His skin glowed softly under the moonlight, his blonde hair swaying gently in the breeze. His elbows rested on the windowsill, and you noticed his cheeks were blushing. You smiled and approached your window, leaning on it.

"Jihoon?" you asked, and he nodded shyly.

"Nice to meet you, Jihoon," you said, tilting your head.

Jihoon's feet were shaking anxiously where you couldn't see, but he managed to speak. "I, um, wanted to say hi in person. You've been really nice to Beep Boop and... and me."

You chuckled softly. "It's nice to finally meet the person behind Beep Boop. You're pretty amazing, you know? Creating such a robot."

Jihoon blushed deeper. “I hope Beep Boop wasn’t too weird. I just... I didn’t know how to introduce myself.”

“Beep Boop was great. Very helpful, actually. And pretty entertaining.”

"Thank you. It was a college project, but I'm glad it's been useful. I just wanted to make things a bit easier. And maybe... I thought it would be a way to talk to you.”

You both lapsed into a comfortable silence, just looking at each other. Jihoon started to feel the anxiety creep back in, wondering if he should close the window and hide away again. But then you broke the silence.

“You’re so pretty, Jihoon,” you said softly.

Jihoon’s eyes widened in surprise, his heart skipping a beat. “R-really? Thank you. You’re... you’re pretty too.”

You smiled warmly, feeling a flutter in your chest. "You know, you can come over anytime. You don't have to send Beep Boop every time. I promise I don't bite."

Jihoon laughed nervously. "I’ll keep that in mind. And thank you for the cola. It was really thoughtful."

"You're welcome," you said, your smile widening. "It's the least I could do for my new friend."

Jihoon’s heart swelled with warmth. He felt a sense of relief and happiness he hadn't felt in a long time. "I'm glad we're friends."

"Me too," you replied, feeling the same warmth. "Goodnight, Jihoon."

"Goodnight," he said, and as he closed his window, he couldn't stop smiling.

You watched him disappear behind the curtains, and you were happy that he felt comfortable talking with you, even if it was only for a few minutes.

You decided to take things slow, making sure Jihoon never felt pressured. The next day, as you watered your plants in the garden, Beep Boop appeared once again. Seeing an opportunity, you approached the robot with a smile.

"Hey, Beep Boop," you said warmly, "can you tell Jihoon something for me?"

Beep Boop's screen displayed a curious emoji. "Sure, what do you want me to tell him?"

You leaned in a bit closer, knowing Jihoon was likely watching through the camera. "Give him my number," you said, reciting it carefully. "Tell him he can text me anytime."

Beep Boop's screen showed a thumbs-up emoji, and you glanced up at Jihoon's window, giving a thumbs-up yourself. Almost immediately, you felt your phone buzz with a notification. Smiling to yourself, you knew it was Jihoon.

From that point on, you made an effort to bring out the best in Jihoon, genuinely wanting to hear more about him. The idea turned out to be a great success. Jihoon slowly began opening up, and now he would even give you a good morning through the window when you both opened the wooden shutters at the same time.

Of course, it took courage for Jihoon to start with the Beep Boop thing, but your kindness had helped him more than he could ever express. Now, you found yourselves often in each other's company, albeit separated by the window.

Today, you were reading a book while Jihoon wrote letters for his songs. You both leaned on your respective windows, the quiet filled with the sounds of children playing in the street and birds singing. Occasionally, you would steal a glance at each other, sharing brief smiles. The windows were close enough to allow for light conversation without any problem.

"What's your book about today?" Jihoon asked softly, not wanting to break the serene atmosphere.

"It's a collection of poems," you replied, looking up from the pages. "They’re really beautiful, but sometimes I get lost in the metaphors."

Jihoon nodded, a slight smile playing on his lips. "I know what you mean. Sometimes, when I'm writing lyrics, I have to take a step back to make sure they actually make sense."

You chuckled. "I'd love to hear some of your songs someday."

"Maybe one day," Jihoon said, his cheeks reddening a bit. "When I’m ready."

You both fell back into a comfortable silence. The connection you were building felt natural and unforced. Every now and then, your eyes would meet, and it felt like you were communicating more through those glances than words ever could.

After weeks of talking through windows, exchanging messages, and of course, through Beep Boop, it didn't take much time for the inevitable to happen.

You found yourself standing face to face with Jihoon at your door right now. There was no robot this time, just Jihoon nervously holding a beautiful bouquet of flowers.

"Jihoon, you came!" you exclaimed, feeling a rush of happiness to see him standing so close to you.

Jihoon chuckled nervously, handing you the bouquet. "I, uh, brought these for you. I wanted to say thank you for being so patient with me."

You took the bouquet, the sweet scent of flowers filling the air. "Thank you, Jihoon. You didn't have to bring flowers, but I appreciate them." Stepping aside, you gestured for him to come in. "Come on in."

Jihoon hesitated for a moment before stepping into your home, his eyes scanning the interior briefly. "Your place is nice," he commented softly.

"Thanks," you replied, closing the door behind him. "Can I get you something to drink? Maybe some cola?" you added playfully, remembering how you had often sent cola through Beep Boop.

Jihoon chuckled again, a bit more relaxed now. "Sure, cola sounds great."

You led Jihoon to the living room, where you offered him a seat on the comfortable couch. As you fetched two cans of cola from the fridge, you couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment. It was surreal to have Jihoon in your home after all the conversations and moments shared through windows and messages.

Handing him a can of cola, you sat down beside him. "So, what made you finally decide to come over today?" you asked curiously.

Jihoon took a sip of his drink, gathering his thoughts. "I... I wanted to see you face-to-face. It's different, you know? Talking through windows and messages is nice, but... being here with you feels... real."

You smiled warmly at him. "I feel the same way, Jihoon."

He nodded, looking down at his cola can for a moment before meeting your gaze again. "I know I've been a bit... hesitant. But I really enjoy talking to you, and I want to get to know you better."

"I'm glad you came," you said sincerely, reaching out to gently touch his hand. "I've enjoyed getting to know you too, Jihoon."

He smiled shyly, his cheeks turning pink. "Thanks for being patient with me."

"You're worth the wait," you assured him softly.

Jihoon's smile widened, and for the first time, you saw a glimmer of confidence in his eyes.

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Pairing: Bella Ramsey x reader (referred to as “you”)

Word Count: 4000ish

Warnings: mild language, adult themes & fluffy thoughts :)

((Takes place during TLoU season 2 filming))

Author Note: Hi! I totally finished writing Chapter Two 2 years ago before other characters were cast which is why other actors aren’t mentioned! Sorry for the hiatus & if you need a refresh, go ahead and read Chapter One. Enjoy!

After running through your schedule for the rest of the day, you realized you had a good sized break until production shut down for the weekend. Personal breaks normally meant you hid yourself away from the world for a bit while filming continued but something inside of you seemed different now. Bella seemed to have turned a switch on, one that you were convinced had been permanently stuck in the off position. Before that moment, you had never really watched them when they were in front of the camera, you had always been too focused on your job. When Bella was in their element there was such a confident beauty that radiated from them. It was honestly impossible to ignore and you really weren’t sure how you managed to do so before. Bella truly sucked everyone in and you were starting to feel like they had finally done the same to you.

The following evening you had just finished up your dinner of leftover takeout when your phone started to buzz. You figured it was the production office with an update for the next day so you ignored the call without being bothered to check. Thinking that they would leave a message if it was super important, you jumped in the shower in order to treat yourself to a few more precious moments of sleep the next morning. Twenty minutes and one amazing hot shower later you plopped down on the couch ready to binge a show Pedro was begging you to watch. You grabbed your phone to double check where you could stream it and saw that you had two missed calls and a handful of texts from Bella. It wasn’t unusual for you and Bella to randomly message on your days off, but it was mostly just memes that you knew each other would enjoy so seeing the missed calls did make you a little worried.

The thought of Bella being by themself when they didnt feel good was like thinking of a puppy being left all alone in the rain. You didn’t have anything going for the rest of the night and you knew that they would most likely do the same for you, so it was a pretty easy decision to grab your keys and head over to Bella’s.

You stopped at Bella’s favorite restaurant and picked up some vegan chicken noodle soup and ice cream and knocked on their door ten minutes later. You heard the sound of soft footsteps scooting across the floor and when the door clicked open you saw Bella standing there cocooned in a cat blanket. They pulled you inside and immediately wrapped their arms around you.

“I’m so happy you’re here, I’ve been going insane just tossing and turning on the couch.” Bella tiredly exclaimed.

“Well I'm so honored that you trust me with your well being,” you commented as you pulled away and wrapped Bella back up in the blanket. Their nose was red and their eyes were soft and sleepy, one leg of their sweatpants was bunched up at the knee highlighting their mismatched socks and honestly you had never seen them look more adorable.

“Being sick always makes me so anxious and being all alone on top of it really doesn’t help,” Bella grumbled as they flopped face first back down on the couch.

“Well I am here to be a wonderful distraction and hopefully help you get some sleep,” you replied walking towards the kitchen, “how about we start with some food?” You glanced back to Bella on the couch and saw them stick a thumbs up in the air as you grabbed two bowls out of the cabinet.

An hour later you had managed to get Bella to eat most of their soup and had made them some tea which they were happily enjoying with you on the couch.

“It’s one of my favorites and it's the best to watch when you’re sick! It totally takes you out of the reality of your suffering,” you exclaimed, switching the tv on.

“Well if it's your favorite then how can I say no?” Bella cocked their head and smiled in your direction. A smile immediately broke across your face as you began to pull the movie up.

“I honestly don’t know how you have gone this far in life and never seen it,” you joked, “I mean, it kinda feels illegal at this point.”

“I expect you to tell me all the random facts about it so I get the whole experience,” Bella stated with a grin and gentle tap on your leg.

“Don’t you worry that pretty little head of yours, I got you Roo,” you assured them as they handed you over some of their blanket and the two of you

The movie was great, as always, but it was now forever changed in your heart because of Bella. Watching it with them had definitely become a core memory and just the image of Bella laughing and doing that stupid cute giggle into their sleeve was enough to make you feel warm for the rest of your life.

“That was so good!” Bella declared as they stretched out on the couch, laying their legs across your lap, “Thank you for talking some sense into me and making me watch it.”

“Anytime! I absolutely love turning people on to new things ”

“Oh yeah? You think you know any other new things you could turn me on to?” The soft and serious tone of Bella’s voice sunk into your skin and electrified your veins. You knew they had a tendency to be friendly and flirty with everyone, they tended to do it without even realizing they were, and despite the insecure feeling that had found its way to your stomach, you couldn’t give in, you wouldn’t. You had promised yourself that your time in Vancouver was going to be all about the job, nothing more. Bella was technically part of the job though and this thought was trying its best to take over your inhibitions. That perfect little smirk they were giving you was incredibly hard to ignore and you knew Bella was going to be trouble.

You quickly glanced at your phone and saw that it was just after midnight and took it as an opportunity to change the subject. You wanted nothing more than Bella to be cozied up by you but you also didn’t know if you could handle it for much longer. You felt a sense of sadness enter your heart, you hated self sabotage but if your past had taught you anything, you knew boundaries would be the only way for you both to remain unscathed.

“I think it’s almost time for you to get some sleep,” you gently suggested as you got up and took the dishes back to the kitchen, “we all need you getting better.” You added, and felt a little bit bad for ignoring Bella and their tricky whims.

“Sleep is overrated. I have better ideas,” Bella states while getting off the couch and tossed the blanket aside, “I think I’m going to jump in the shower real quick,” they switched on the light in the bathroom and closed the door slightly, “do you think you could grab me a towel and a change of clothes?” You heard Bella shout, their voice slightly muffled by the sound of the running water.

“Fuck.” You muttered under your breath. They were good, they were really good.

After grabbing what comfy clothes you could find you paused outside the bathroom, taking a moment to enjoy Bella’s soft humming before knocking on the door.

“I’m leaving these on the counter for you Bella,”

“Thank you!” They sang out from behind the curtain.

You quietly shut the door behind you and walked back to the couch and began to tidy up for no real reason other than to distract you from what was behind that closed door. A few minutes later Bella emerged in their fresh pajamas and was towel drying their hair.

“You don’t have to do that,” Bella pointed at the little collection of items in your arms, “it’s the one good thing about being sick, no one expects you to have a tidy house,” they continued with a smile.

“Good point,” you laughed as you placed the items back down on the coffee table, “how was your shower? Feeling any better?” You asked, sitting back down on the couch.

“Shower was amazing, there’s nothing a little steam can’t make better,” they smiled at you, “I’m absolutely knackered though,” Bella yawned as they curled up with their head on your lap and you prayed that they didn’t notice how deeply you inhaled.

“Hey you think you could pour me the last of that medicine over there?” Bella pointed to the small side table next to you.

“Yeah of course,” you nodded and filled the tiny cup and carefully handed if off to Bella who propped themself up and tossed it back with a grimace, “fucking delicious,” they coughed a little and passed the cup back to you. “Well I hope it does the trick,” you said as Bella tucked themself back down and let out a little sigh.

“Have I mentioned how thankful I am that you came over? I know that it was probably super inconvenient but I’m happy you took care of my needy ass.”

“Your ass is always in good hands with me.” You felt Bella’s whole body gently shake with laughter and you immediately added, “oh my god, you know what I meant!” You tried your best to not make the flustered tone of your voice obvious, “ and besides, it was no problem, its what friends do.”

“You know you’re being super awkward with me right?” Bella stated after a brief moment of silence fell between you.

“No? What are you talking about?”

“It’s been all “Bella” this and “Bella” that and very polite and straightforward conversation. What? Am I not your Bella Roo anymore?” They looked up at you with the doeist of eyes.

“Oh yeah, it’s nothing. I dont know, im just tired too I guess.”

“Alright, if you say so…” Bella trailed off and you suddenly felt relieved that the conversation wouldn;t continue.

“Well, I’m going to call you Bean.” Bella’s voice broke the silence.

“Bean?” you inquired.

“Yeah, like an espresso bean because you tend to make my heart race…” they said as they shifted around and tucked their hand under your leg.

“Oh shit, like anxiety?!”

“Nahhh…. Not like that. It’s kinda like the opposite really…” they said with their eyes fully closed and you knew they were drifting fast.

“I think that medicine has definitely kicked in due to the nonsense coming out of your mouth.”

“Well then Maybe you could suggest something else my mouth could be doing?” Bella smiled softly and let out the tiniest of laughs before they surrendered to sleep.

You let out a sigh and let your head fall back against the couch cushion. Please just let that be the medicine talking. You really didnt need Bella actively adding to the complicated feelings that you found yourself getting harder to navigate. Hopefully, with a good nights rest, the whole nickname thing, which you actually found really adorable, would work its way out of Bella’s system, just like their cold. Your breathing quickly became one with Bella’s and your eyelids grew heavy.

The abrupt pitter patter of light rain on the windows caused you to stir awake and a brisk breeze danced across your skin from the cracked window. You somehow had curled yourself into the corner of the couch and Bella was fully draped across your lap with their arms wrapped around your waist. Even though you could only see the top of their head, Bella still managed to flutter up butterflies when you thought about how nice it was having them with you when you woke up. As you stretched you caught a glimpse of your watch and the brightness of 3:36 am seemed to burn into your eyes. You gently shifted Bella off of you in order to get up. You made sure to pull the blanket up around them and left them a note that said,

You placed the note next to Bella’s head on the pillow before slipping out of the front door. If you were lucky you would still be able to grab a couple hours of sleep before call, but you highly doubted that would be possible with the last few hours still reeling around in your head. However, the overthinking began on your short drive back to your apartment and man, did it know how to overtake your positivity. You were definitely just overthinking things with Bella and causing extra stress in your life that you did not need. Bella was just your friend, your coworker and most likely nothing else. Sometimes a nickname is just a friendly joke between two friends and feeling close to someone doesn't mean it would go any further than that. You had to laugh and you decided to make a promise to yourself that you would stop being so worried about every little thing Bella said and if there was some sort of double meaning to it. You told yourself to just enjoy the fact that someone as great as them seemed to like your presence. With that last thought, you arrived back at your place and crashed down on your couch as soon as you closed the door.

You were so incredibly happy when the overly chipper notes of your alarm found their way into your brain. Not because you wanted to wake up but because you would have definitely slept until noon without it. You stretched and sat up with a heaviness in your bones that made you want to say five more minutes please. Normally six in the morning wasn't an issue for you but this particular morning you wished it didn't have to exist. You dragged your feet to the bathroom, splashed cold water on your face and brushed your teeth. After fixing your hair and changing your clothes you checked your phone on the way out the door and saw a handful of notifications. Most were work emails about this week’s schedule changes, a group text from Pedro about his upcoming birthday party and a text from Bella, which you weren't expecting.

You made a mental note to eat nothing but oranges for the rest of the day and smiled knowing that if you did get sick that it was definitely worth it on your end too.

Minutes seemed to last for hours and when the AD finally called it for lunch you practically ran to the nearest table. Soon enough Pedro and some others joined you and quickly lost themselves to their phones and music. You thought they had the right idea and decided you should see how Bella was doing. Soon the buzzing from your phone was near constant as the conversation between you and Bella continued on. Pedro looked up from the game he was playing on his phone and must have noticed your smiles and muffled laughter.

“All this happiness radiating from you doesn't have anything to do with a certain little doe eyed brunette does it?” he asked.

"I'm just checking on Bells. I want to make sure that they got enough sleep. We finally went to bed at like 2am last night..." You stopped mid sentence once you realized you might have revealed a bit too much information.

"Oh ok, I see, let me get this straight. You stayed up all night despite a 7 am call time...for Bella?...Oh man, you’ve got it so bad."

"What?!... No, I just... I was just trying to be nice and helpful..." You could feel yourself getting flustered at Pedro's not totally incorrect observation. "Besides, I kinda feel like it was part of my job, you know, as "shepard" to the cast ..." you said, clearing your throat and fidgeting with your phone case.

Pedro just crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair smirking, “Yeah right." The bemusement in his voice let you know he was enjoying watching you dig your grave deeper. There was something so trusting about Pedro though that you found your words just tumbled out the longer he stared at you with that comforting expression.

"Ughhhh. Ok. I mean, you know what Bella is capable of! Its like, your just minding your own business and then, just, one day, out of nowhere they have managed to totally worm their stupid beautiful fucking face into every crevace of your brain… and it’s just, ahhh you know?! And you just let them do it over and over again, because honestly you feel so fucking special and you know your life won’t ever be the same now that they’re in it…”

"Oh I get it. I've never met anyone like Bella. You both are lucky to have found each other cuz you’re actually kinda perfect for each other.”

"Wait, what?”

"You know Bella talks about you all the time, kid. Granted, they do try to hide it from me too, which I think is stinkin' adorable by the way, but I wouldn't underestimate the power you have on their brain either."

"No, no, no, no I'm positive they’re just being nice to me. You know how Bella is super friendly and accidentally flirts with everyone. They just can't help it, it's a Libra thing.”

"I'm being totally serious when I say Bella is only that way with you. You don't tend to see them with other people the way I do. Yeah They’re friendly, obviously, and maybe they even “accidentally flirt”sometimes but Bella tends to keep to themself whenever possible. You definitely light them up."

You really had not been expecting those particular words to come together and form the sentences that had come out of Pedro’s mouth and you were kind of in shock. You had spent so much time trying to convince yourself of the opposite that you hadn’t really stopped to imagine that something more with Bella could be an actual possibility from their end. You placed your phone down and tried to hide your growing smile with your hand but there was no use, it was beaming through your fingers and it made Pedro chuckle loudly from his seat.

“So I guess this is good news?” He boasted

“Yeah,” you said slowly, still trying to process this new part of your reality, “but now I don’t know what to do! I feel like I will never be able to look them in the eye again with this knowledge…”

“Relax, you’ll be fine. Just keep being you. Just do what you were doing before this moment because whatever it was clearly worked.”

“But I have no idea what I did!” You had to laugh and bury your face into your arms on the table, “plus I have this really annoying habit of completely overthinking and that tends to fuck up almost everything.” You mumbled and continued to hide your face.

“I understand, but the ball’s kinda in your court now kid, it’s up to you to make the next move. And I can promise you from experience that you miss 100% of the shots you don’t take.”

“That’s always solid advice, but why sports in my time of mental need?”

“A game I’ve got going on with Craig,” he said as he added a tally to a piece of paper he had tucked in this phone case, “but in all seriousness, try not to freak yourself out about this. It’s a good thing. And I think you two have a really good chance at something earth shattering.”

“Well shit, that’s a pretty big statement.”

“Well I just call ‘‘em like I see ‘em,” Pedro said as he stood up, “and I like to think that I got the ball rolling.”

You rolled your eyes and laughed when he pulled his tally paper out again and waved bye with a smile and a wink.

“Bye P! Thank you for telling me the best and the scariest thing I’ve ever heard!” You exclaimed as he began to walk back to set.

“Anytime!” He shouted back as he disappeared around some trailers.

The next day started out cold and gloomy, not quite letting on to what beautiful things were about to happen. Bella came into work the next day and you were happy that they were feeling so much better.

“Hey look at you Roo, you look so much better!!” you happily smiled as Bella bounded down the trailer steps.

“I feel fucking amazing Bean! Must have been this really great nurse I had.” Bella jumped into your arms and nearly knocked you to the ground with their energy.

It felt like your heart was slowly making its way up to your throat at the sound of Bella calling you by your nickname.. It made you wonder if the sight of you was causing their heart to race. You quickly shooed the thought out of your brain, you were going to take Pedro’s advice and not overthink your interactions with Bella. You were just going to let whatever was going to happen, happen. No need to over complicate things but just enjoy the moments. You both pulled away from the hug but Bella’s fingers slid down your arms and lingered on the cuffs of your sweatshirt and played with the fraying edges. They remained looking down at their hands for a moment or two before they glanced up and looked you in the eyes.

“Go out with me.”

“Ah..I’m - what?” You stammered, taken aback by Bella’s boldness.

“Go out with me,” they said again, smiling.

Time seemed to stand still and all you could do was stand there totally frozen. Your heart and your brain were pulling you in two different directions and you could feel the panic begin to bubble in your chest. You opened your mouth not knowing which was going to win, the smart choice or the right choice but when the verbal vomit began to spew out you knew there was no way to stop it.

“I don't know if that would be a good idea Bella,” you began, “what would people think? I mean we work together, directly and it would be like weird? wouldn't it? And then there is like all the stress and pressure and if things go bad it would be really awkward and I really really like what we -” You were cut off by the sensation of Bella’s fingers becoming intertwined with yours and them taking a small step towards you.

"All I need is just one date." The hushed yet optimistic tone of their voice mixed with the fact that they were biting their bottom lip was causing World War III between your neurons.

"Oh, so you think you can change my mind with one date?" you whispered back, doing your best to play along with their coyness.

"Absolutely." Bella stated so confidently that it caused a soft sigh to escape your lips.

“Oh who am I kidding,” you said with a slight roll of your eyes and a smile, “Obviously I’ll go out with you.”

“Ok, good!” Bella happily replied, their smile radiating warmth that radiated the chilly air around you both.

“So what did you want to do?”, you asked, still floating at the fact that this conversation was actually happening.

“Just be in front of your building Saturday at 1:00,” Bella said with a mysterious air to their voice as they slowly let go of your hands.

You felt terrified and thrilled all at the same time, like you were standing on the edge of something and wanted so badly to jump. You barely noticed the buzz of the crew around or Pedro bounding up to welcome Bella back. As the two of them headed over to the makeup trailer, he glanced back at you with a warm, encouraging nod. The surrealness of it all hit you again, like, what even was this day? Everything felt heightened and electric, like the whole universe was holding its breath right along with you.

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calcitedraws · 3 months ago

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Comet City Chapter 3

Yandere Superhero vs Yandere Super villain

You'll be getting some good villain content next chap I promise hehehe :3c

Chap 1. Chap 2. Chap 3

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The next few days were a buzz, everyone was talking about Techbytes attack on the school. The schools’ schedule was pushed back a full month for cleaning and repair, with everyone assured up and down that security would be implemented to ensure this couldn't happen again. Was anyone told what this was? Not yet, it seemed to be some kind of secret.

But it gave you plenty to write about and since you were a witness and wrote the first article about the attack on the school. You were tasked to write about repair updates by your boss. Apparently keeping your name attached to this gave the paper extra ethos.

But soon the buzz died down and things were relatively back to normal. The school opened and everything went back to normal. You eventually had to start writing about other things, which was fine by you.

—---

Patrolling tonight was slow. Despite being bored as hell, you still had to maintain your vigilance. But you spot an ice cream stand and… you spot your favorite flavor.

Approaching, you order a soft serve cone and pull out your wallet to find the cash. But you suddenly felt something brush your back as an arm rests on your shoulder.

“And I'll take a scoop of mint chocolate chip.” A familiar voice chirps from behind you. You spin around.

“Dude! Personal space?!” You yelp. Zenith just chuckles, leaning towards you, pressing your chest into his face. You hear a little ding and you crane your head back to see that he used his card. You froze for a minute, noting he's in civilian wear– a crisp white cotton polo with jeans and a nice pair of casual shoes. He must have a night off, because you’ve never seen him in anything other than hero garb.

“Snuck away from me last time, huh? I haven’t seen you in a month!” He chuckles, smug as he hands your ice cream to you. You huff, taking it.

“I could have payed for it.” You scoff. You never brought ID or cards but you brought cash when doing patrols for food.

“I know. But let me treat you. I insist.” He says, gesturing for you to follow him. And he did buy you ice-cream, so… it couldn't hurt to take a quick walk with him. So you follow. He smiles, seemingly smug about how his plan worked.

“Well, it's good to see you. Heard you were there at the Hero Academy a month ago? Why didn't you stop to chat with me? I could've gotten you dinner or something as thanks. The Hero Academy means a lot to all of us.” He hums, taking a small bite of his ice cream.

“I… didn't want to stick around. The police and other heros aren't too fond of having a vigilante around.” You hum. That was half the reason you left. You start licking your soft serve. It was refreshing, just what you had hoped for.

“Hmm… that's a shame. I like you, if it helps.” He sighs, as you turn a corner. The bright neon lights of the city were dazzling, spots of all different hues.

“... So what brings you out here on your night off?” You ask. It was only polite to pretend to be interested.

“You. I had a feeling you'd be out and about. I just got lucky in finding you.” He says, glancing to you. He soaks in your face (or at least what he can see). Under any normal circumstance, his expression would make you blush and look away.

“Um. Okay? Anyway,” You say, staring straight ahead, “weird move but I can't tell you how to spend your free time off of work.”

He chuckles, deep and hearty in his chest before slinging an arm around your shoulder, pulling you into the scent of cypress.

“I'm still patrolling, you know?” You huff.

“Says who? You're your own boss, technically. So can I pretty please ask your CEO to give you an ice cream break to hang out with your best bud?”

“You're not my ‘best bud’.” You scoff.

“I'm hurt! Well, who is?”

You open your mouth and then shut it. “Nice try, Zenith.”

He shrugged, “Worth a try. Can't blame a guy for trying to know the actual name of the love of his life.”

You scoff and roll your eyes, he's such a ham. You wish he'd stop being a freak about it, though.

“I can't be bought with soft serve.” You chuckle, turning back to the cone. You probably could, but he didn't need to know that.

“Well what do you like? Apparently not coffee, since you've turned down every coffee to get some. What about… Italian? I know a good seafood place if that's what you like. If you'd prefer a more low key spot for our first date that's fine… I'm willing to go to a place like-”

“Stop.” You say. “I'm not going on a-”

“I wasn’t going to say fast food. Just, like, a more low-key place. Well, I suppose this is a date. We're walking and eating ice cream… seems like enough to call it a date.” He hums, shrugging. You look at him, seeing him beaming back at you with those perfect straight teeth. You stop, and he stops too, startled.

“This,” You say, gesturing between you two, “isn't a date.”

He nods, smiling crypticlly.

“Okay, so be it. But you're not on duty until you finish your ice-cream, deal?” He hums. You two start walking again, quiet for a while.

“We should talk about your hero work.” He hums. You roll your eyes.

“I fly solo. I don't need a Boy-wonder sidekick.” You chuckle.

“You do good work. I'm telling you, you really should reconsider my deal.” He says, patting your shoulder.

“... You know the answer.” You sigh, taking a bite of your cone.

“I know… But you'll think about it.” He says, tossing his little paper bowl into the nearest trashcan. He glances up towards the skyline and smiles. “Want to head to the roof? You can see a lot more from there.”

You squint, but… you can't quite find a reason to say no. Sometimes you went up to the tops of taller buildings to scout danger from afar. You unraveled your shadows to scale the building, but Zenith stopped you, holding out a hand. After a moment, you take it, assuming he wanted to lift you to the top as some kind of a nice gesture.

What you didn’t expect was him to yank you into his arms, lifting your legs up to hold you bridal style as he lifts off, the wind howling as you’re suddenly lifted to the skyline. After the shock wears off, you cling to him. Your shadows couldn’t extend too far and any sort of building was out of reach. You didn’t want to know if he was lucky or aware of this.

”Put me down!” You yell, shrill and shakey, your stomach turning as you gaze below. The safety of the floor is so far below it makes you dizzy.

”Relax, I’ve got you.” He chuckles, slowly lowering your legs so you’re vertical. You cling to him, wrapping your legs and arms around him like a koala. What the hell was he doing?! Was this bastard about to drop you to make some sick point?!

”Hey! Hey, relax just… trust me. This will be fun.” He says, halfway annoyed and endeared.

“Zenith don’t fucking drop me! I swear to god, what is your problem?!” You plead.

“I won’t! I’d be a fool to drop someone as precious as you!” He chuckles, peeling your legs off from around him, forcing you to cling to his shoulders. Your feet find the tops of his, the only support.

“Come on, trust me. Please?” He murmurs, peeling your arms off of him, pulling you away just far enough to see your mask. You glare at him, pissed off but he just flashes out a smile as he guides your left hand to rest on the top of his shoulder and he takes the other on his own, placing his free hand on your waist. You peer over your shoulder, looking down at the plummet below.

“So, now that we’re cozy, let's chat.” He hums, low and soft. You turn to him, freaked out.

“I’ve been thinking… Now that you and I are old pals-“ He begins.

”We’re not pals.” You interject. He pauses and sighs, but continues.

”We should get to actually know each other. I don’t know a lot about you other than you’re grouchy and like soft serve.” He pouts, starting to very slowly turn the both of you. It isn’t quick enough to make you dizzy, it’s just a very slow movement.

”You don’t need to know me. That's the point of a secret identity.” You grumble.

”That's the next thing I wanted to talk about.” He says, his smile falling, “Take the mask off.”

You freeze. His demeanor shifted, a warning.

“No.”

”…No…?” He murmurs, sof, disappointed. He closes his eyes, taking a deep breath in and out.

“No. I’m not taking it off.” You assert, glancing back over to check if there was anything to use your shadows as an anchor point. There wasn’t.

”Let’s make a deal. Tell me something important, interesting about yourself, and I won’t rip that mask off.” He says, narrowing his eyes. “It doesn’t have to be like, your deepest darkest secret. I wouldn’t mind that, but… Something so I don’t feel like you’re at arms length. So I can actually know something about you.”

You narrow your eyes, scoffing. This was so ridiculous but you couldn’t find a way out.

”Like?”

”Your eye color. Something that makes you happy. Your job. If you have a type.” He hums, his voice soft and oddly soothing.

You think. You weren’t inclined to give him anything useful to find your civilian identity, but… you’re not sure if he’d be satisfied with something ambiguous.

”You seem a bit lost. I’ll start, I was named after my grandfather, who I never got to meet. I really love strawberry flavored treats even though my PR team is worried that it's too girly. And, um… I’m not a natural blond.” He hums, thinking. You gasp.

”Wait what’s your real hair color, then?” You say.

”I’m… not sure. But I’m pretty sure it’s a light brown.” He hums, gently resting his chin on your shoulder. You sit with this information.

”They make you dye it?”

”Yeah. Apparently it gives me a ‘heroic patriotic look’, whatever that means.” He shrugs. “I don’t mind it too much.”

“Do you miss your old hair color?”

”Nah. I was blond as a little kid but we started doing touch ups after I hit middle school. It just made sense. Don’t tell anyone, though.” He chuckles, rubbing his thumb against the curve of your spine. You never knew that much about him.

In the distance, you hear someone scream. You tilt your head, finding that you were close enough to a building to anchor with a shadow. You turn to him. His expression was so… at peace. Like he was just so comfortable.

”I… have to go.” You say, gesturing to the ground below. He freezes, his expression souring slightly.

“What? No, the police can get there in time. It’s okay.” He insists, giving a reassuring smile and pressing his hand into your back, pulling you close.

”Zenith. I have a job to do. Please let me go.” You say, slow and firm. His jaw tenses.

”You… What? No, it’s… it’s fine. Please, stay.” He pleads, intense but soft.

You latch onto a nearby building, using the element of surprise to yank yourself away. You land on the roof, turning to give him a look. His phone rings, probably in his back pocket. He stares at you. It sends a shiver down your spine. It isn’t cold or angry, just… longing.

”Sounds like you’ve got a job too.” You say, before using your shadows to vault away, towards the increasingly frantic screaming. You don’t glance back, not seeing how he just floated there, before answering the phone, his head hung and his grip tight.

#yandere #yandere oc #yandere x reader #yandereoc #yandere superhero #yandere hero #yandere writing #yandere drabble #yandere content #X reader

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skateordiebitch · 8 months ago

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MONA LISA || D.F. x reader

‘i know you like your space and distance

yeah, you don't take admissions

they told you not to date musicians

yeah, but can't make you listen’

summary: dominic wants to make the relationship official. you were told not to date musicians.

word count: 2.6k

obviously inspired by 'mona lisa' by dominic fike... the man himself!! this song has grown on me so much since it first released, ugh. anyways hope y'all enjoy! hope i'm doing well at feeding the dom fandom

You could almost hear the way he’d leaned over earlier, his voice low and teasing, “You sure you’re okay with being seen with me?”

Being around Dominic was like straddling two worlds—one where you were still comfortably anonymous, and the other where people’s eyes followed him everywhere.

It had only been a few months since you’d first started talking.

It started out with little things, like late-night text exchanges or conversations that stretched on well past when you’d intended to sleep.

Then slowly… It turned to dates, and then sleepovers at his house. Staying up until the sunrise, watching him make music. Smoking joints and helping him write lyrics.

He’d admitted it was refreshing to find someone who wasn’t dazzled by the glitz, who didn’t care about who he was in the industry.

But then again, he hadn’t been like anyone you’d met either.

Everyone had warned you, of course.

“Dating a musician is messy,” they’d said. “It’s never just about the two of you.” And you knew they weren’t wrong.

There’d be long weeks of him on the road, strangers throwing themselves at him, and the inevitable pull that fame seemed to have over people.

You’d even half convinced yourself that it wasn’t worth the trouble, that someone like him was best admired from a distance. After all, you weren’t the kind to fall easily. You liked your own space, your own routine, things you could count on.

But then there was that look he always gave you. That grin that had a way of disarming you and making you feel like you were the only person he really saw in the room.

He hadn’t pushed you, hadn’t tried to sway you one way or the other. Instead, he’d let you come to him, left little hints of himself, waiting to see if you’d follow.

Dominic looked down at your hand, his fingers grazing yours like he was trying to gauge whether you’d pull away. When you didn’t, he wrapped his hand around yours, firm and warm.

“So… what did they tell you about dating musicians?” he asked, raising an eyebrow, his eyes still sparkling with that playful light.“I’ve heard it all before—musicians are assholes, unreliable, cheating heartbreakers. The whole nine yards.”

“Exactly,” you said, laughing. “Everyone I know thinks I’d be out of my mind to date you.”

He tilted his head, leaning a little closer. “And what do you think?”

You hesitated, feeling his gaze on you, his usual easy charm replaced by a quiet intensity. For a moment, you felt like the two of you were the only ones in the city, like he’d closed the distance that had kept you comfortably separate.

“I don’t know,” you said, finally meeting his eyes. “I like my independence. I like my own space.”

He tilted his head, a soft smirk on his lips. “Well, maybe they’re right. But then again, since when do you do what everyone says?”

You couldn’t help but laugh at that. It was true; you weren’t exactly one to let others’ opinions rule your life. Still, this felt bigger than just rebelling for the sake of it. This was about putting yourself out there in a way you never had before.

You rolled your eyes, trying to ignore the electricity humming between you. “Everyone talks about heartbreak, drama, how musicians are always chasing something else and won’t stay.”

“Yup. Sounds about right,” he replied with a half-smile, but then his expression softened. “But, what if I don’t want to chase? What if… you make me happy enough to not need anything else?”

You gave him a sidelong glance. “Big talk for someone who has an entire city wrapped around his finger.”

“Hey, it’s not my fault they keep inviting me to shit,” he said, grinning as he leaned in just a little closer. “But, it would be a lot better if you were there with me. You know, people love to see hot people together.”

You felt a little thrill at his words, and he must have noticed because he smirked, catching your reaction.

“Careful, Dominic,” you teased, trying to keep things light. “I’m not one to fall easily.”

“Good,” he replied, his voice dropping slightly. “Because I’m not looking for easy.”

Your gaze flicked to his outfit laid out in the corner, trying to ignore the way his words were stirring something in you.

You’d heard enough of Dominic’s songs to know that his life was chaos, filled with late nights, loud stages, and a crowd that adored him.

The thought of being swept up in that world scared you.

But cuddling here, with him watching you like he was waiting for your next move, it was hard to remember why you’d kept your distance.

“Tell me something,” you said, glancing up at him. “What’s it really like? Living in your world?”

He seemed to think about it for a second, his thumb absentmindedly brushing over your hand.

“Honestly? It’s lonely sometimes. Annoying. Boring, even. The kind of loneliness that even a crowd can’t fill.” He hesitated, his eyes flickering over your face. “But… for the record, I never feel that way when I’m with you.”

His words hung in the air, and you weren’t sure how to respond. He wasn’t just some charming guy; he was letting you see past the surface, the part that kept people at a distance.

And it was unsettling and thrilling all at once.

“So you’re saying I’m supposed to just ignore everyone’s warnings? Take a leap of faith and hope you’re one of the good ones?” you said with a smirk, but it was softer this time, more curious than challenging.

He chuckled. “Hey, maybe I’m not so bad. Besides, I’m pretty sure I’m the one who should be scared. You’re the one who actually knows how to protect your peace.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Well, like I said, I just… value my space.”

“Then keep it,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. “I’m not here to crowd you. I just… want to know if there’s room in that space for me.”

For a moment, you felt the world narrow down to just the two of you. He was watching you with that open, almost hesitant look, as if he was willing to take the risk but didn’t want to scare you away.

It made him seem more real than ever, and somehow that was both reassuring and terrifying.

You were silent for a moment, unsure of what to say, and he shifted a little, waiting, patient.

“Maybe,” you said softly, letting yourself admit it, “I don’t really want that distance anymore. Maybe, I am ready. Because I know it’ll be worth it in the end.”

The words felt like they held more weight than you’d expected. Dominic’s smile grew, warm and genuine, as though he’d been waiting to hear them all along.

“Well, then,” he murmured, reaching out to gently touch your hand, “maybe that’s all I needed to know.”

His hand slipped from yours to wrap around your waist, pulling you just enough to make your pulse quicken. “Because I’m done waiting. I want everyone to see up together.”

Finally, you looked back up at him, a smile slowly curving on your lips. “So, does that mean you’re going to write a song about me?” you teased, hoping to lighten the intensity in the air.

He laughed, his whole face lighting up. “Oh, believe me, I already have. I could make a whole album about you, baby.” You felt your cheeks warm as he continued, his fingers intertwining with yours, “But I’ll keep those ones just for us, too. The good parts don’t have to belong to anyone else.��

And with that, his other hand reached up to gently cradle your cheek, pulling you close until his lips brushed yours, sealing the moment between you.

You realized that maybe, this was worth stepping into the unknown. After all, you hadn’t listened to others before—why start now?

—

You looked at the dress Dominic had laid out for you, elegant and understated, yet undeniably something that would draw attention.

It was the kind of dress that whispered of glamour but hinted at intimacy—perfect for a night in his world, but intimidating all the same.

Dominic stood nearby, adjusting his cufflinks as he watched you take it in, his gaze gentle yet hopeful. "I want you in the photos, by my side… not just for everyone else to see, but for me, too. I want to share this with you."

Your stomach twisted at the thought, even as your heart leapt at his words. This wasn’t just a night out.

This was a step—one you knew would open up a part of you that you usually kept guarded. “Dominic, if I’m in those photos with you," you started, "it won’t be just your world anymore. It’ll be ours."

Dominic stepped closer, his hand reaching to rest lightly on your waist. “That’s exactly what I want,” he murmured. “It’s a big part of my life, and I want to share that with you.”

You stared at the dress again, running your fingers over its silky fabric as Dominic stood nearby, waiting. His gaze was soft but intent, and you could feel the unspoken question in the air:

‘Would you really go through with this?’

It was more than just a night out; it was a step into his world, one that came with flashing lights, curious eyes, and a vulnerability that made your stomach twist.

“You’re nervous,” he observes, as if reading your thoughts. “You don’t have to do it, if you don’t want to. You’re already doing enough by coming with me.”

The way he looked at you, with such understanding and patience, made the decision feel a little easier—but the fear was still there.

"I know," you replied, managing a small smile. "It’s not being you I’m nervous about. It’s… everything else. The photos, the attention. It’s gonna be a circus.”

Dominic took a step closer, his fingers reaching to gently tilt your chin so you’d meet his gaze.

“Mm, well, I guess that is what happens when you date musicians,” he mocks, a faint smile on his lips.

You felt a laugh slip out, easing the tension for a moment as you looked into his eyes. “Well, then I guess it’s my right of passage.”

His smile widened as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “I’m serious, though. You don’t have to prove anything. I’m here for you, no matter what you decide tonight. I can go by myself, come back and we can do whatever you want.”

But you could see how much it meant to him.

This wasn’t just another event; it was one he wanted you to be part of, one where he wanted to show the world who he really was—with you by his side.

Taking a steady breath, you nodded and picked up the dress. “No… I like you, Dom. Obviously, I wanna be with you,” you explain, “This day has to come eventually, so… It’s either now or never.”

—

The car ride felt like a dream, like some strange passage from one world into another.

As you approached the venue, the soft glow of city lights became drowned in the bright, flashing bulbs of photographers waiting outside. Dominic’s hand rested on your thigh, grounding you, though you could feel his own excitement barely contained beneath the surface.

“Are you sure you’re ready?” he asked as the car slowed to a stop, his voice soft but sincere.

You looked at him, your heart skipping as his gaze held yours. “Are you sure you’re ready? You’re the name everyone knows.”

The words seemed to melt his worry, and he gave you a small, reassuring nod, “I’m ready, if you are. Just stay close to me, and don’t think about anyone else.”

He stepped out first, immediately greeted by the flashing lights and shouts from the photographers. Then he turned back, extending a hand to you. You took it, feeling the firmness of his grip as he guided you out of the car and into the spotlight.

The cameras flared, the shouts growing louder, but you kept your focus on him, feeling his hand tighten around yours in silent encouragement.

Dominic pulled you close, resting a warm hand at the small of your back as he led you down the carpet.

You felt the pull of nerves again as people around you started murmuring, recognizing who you were, wondering who this woman on his arm was.

Your mind spun with the questions you knew would come, the inevitable comments and speculations, but just as your nerves began to peak, Dominic leaned in, whispering so only you could hear. “Ignore them. Just keep your eyes on me.”

You did, feeling a strange thrill mix with your anxiety as you looked up at him, seeing the pride and happiness in his eyes. He wasn’t trying to show off or perform; he just wanted you there, with him, in every sense of the word.

At one point, he turned to face the cameras fully, pulling you gently into his side as his arm settled around your waist.

You knew the photos would be everywhere, knew that by tomorrow, people would be analyzing your every look and gesture, but Dominic’s presence made the world around you blur.

The photographers were relentless, calling his name, calling yours, and at some point, one of them shouted, “So, are you two official now?”

The question hung in the air, tense and pointed, but Dominic didn’t hesitate. He turned to you, a mischievous glint in his eye as you whispered, “Well? Should we give them an answer? Now or never?”

A laugh bubbled up before you could stop it, and you found yourself nodding, “Now or never.”

With a smile that was both soft and sure, he leaned down and pressed a gentle, lingering kiss to your cheek. It was a small gesture, but it spoke volumes, and you could feel the weight of everyone around you as they captured the moment.

When he pulled back, he squeezed your hand, keeping you close as you both finally made it past the crowd of cameras and into the quiet, opulent lobby of the venue.

The noise dimmed, and a sense of calm settled over you, though your heart was still racing from the adrenaline of the entrance.

“You did amazing,” he murmured, his thumb tracing small circles against your hand, “You’re a natural, babe.”

You exhaled, realizing just how tightly you’d been holding onto him. “I’m still in one piece, so… I think that’s a win.”

Dominic chuckled, his eyes filled with pride and warmth. “It’s more than a win. I know how hard that was for you. But you did it anyway. For us.”

You looked up at him, your voice quiet as you said, “I guess I don’t mind a little bit of the public eye, as long as you’re in it with me.”

He pulled you into a hug, holding you close as he whispered, “You have no idea how happy that makes me.”

And in that moment, you felt the truth of your choice settle in.

You’d stepped into his world, with all its unpredictability and exposure, but you were with him—and somehow, that made it feel just right.

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cy-cyborg · 9 months ago

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I've seen my new GP twice now, and omg I didn't realise how bad things were with my previous one until now. Like I knew it was bad, but having someone who actually listens and cares to contrast to makes the shitty treatment stand out so much more. Some of the highlights:

My memory isn't great, so my partner wrote out a full report of what had been happening with a list of symptoms and a timeline of the most recent events, as well as printed versions of whatever tests results we could get before we arrived. Id summerised it at the top because every doctor id been to never reads what i give them, even when its from other doctors, but he read all of it, and asked clarifying questions as he did to make sure we were on the same page.

He actually read what little bits of my medical history had access to (while I've never seen this doctor before, I attended this clinic as a child, which was when most of the stuff associated with my primary disability was happening, so he could see that) and agreed that there is almost certainly something chronic going on that he will gladly investigate once the immediate issue is dealt with.

The fact I was autistic came up at some point, and I explained that I'm not formally diagnosed. My current psychologist and one other has done all the testing they can and they were both very confident I am autistic, but we can't get the formal diagnosis without a review from a neuropsyc because of something in my history, and I don't have the money to do that. My autistic traits are in my medical files but they're incorrectly attributed to something else. He was incredibly understanding of that and told me not to stress about the diagnosis (unless i want to, in which case he said hed support me from his end if he can) and asked if I could get something from my psychologist to explain how this might effect my treatment (not noticing symptoms, not being able to articulate problems consistently etc) so he knows what additional support I might need in the clinic.

He admitted to not knowing things, and told me how he was going to go about fixing that gap in his knowledge before my next appointment. For example, He admitted to never having a trans patient before, but that he's going to do some research on his own time to learn what he needs to do to be a better Dr for me.

He asked me to get some scans from a previous hospital stay, and picked up that I was hesitant. mum was with me and explained my auditory processing issues and how it makes communicating via phone hard. he told me not to stress and said he can get the receptionist to do it with my concent.

A lot of these aren't big things, but they make the world of difference when you have a complex medical history and its so refreshing just to feel heard after all this

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kairiscorner · 2 years ago

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to celebrate this blog's monthsary, i have a lil gift for y'all :D hoping y'all love it, and hoping i'll see you guys more on my blog! cheers (✿◕‿◕✿)

celebrating your monthsary with them

miles morales 1610

oh, to say he'd been anxious for this day was an understatement; he was both happy, excited, nervous, kinda sick in his stomach as he realizes it's been around 30 whole days since you agreed to be with him. 30 whole days. usually, from what he's heard and seen, not a lot of high school romances go on after 14 days, 21 if they really wanted to push it--and to see that you still loved him the same way he loved you, even as he constantly falls for you more and more everyday... man, oh man, do you put butterflies in his stomach.

he went all out this time and stayed up the whole night painting something for you. i like to think miles hasn't traditionally painted on canvas and with paintbrushes for a hot minute, so he kinda was stumped when he realized that he would have to refresh himself on how to do it; but it was for you, so of course, he'd make it perfect and made it scream: 'i'm in love with you, please, never forget that my love for you is here. it'll only get better from here on out as long as i'm with you'.

when he handed the painting to you, he looked disheveled and tired, but he smiled widely as he handed it to you. he used graffiti on some parts because he knows how passionate you are about it just as he is--that's another reason he wanted to be with you in the first place, you understood him and love him and his passions as well. he painted all your favorite things on it, scenes of his favorite memories with you, as if the photos themselves were placed on the painting... he thought of you the whole time he made this.

"happy monthsary, love. sorry, i know i sound so corny right now... but i just really, really love you and... and i wanna keep loving you, every day, week, month, year--every lifetime after this."

miles morales 42

like his counterpart, he would have been a little skeptical at how long you've been with him--how come you haven't gotten tired of being with the same boy every day? how do you still find room in your heart to think of him as someone special? how come you still light up his world every single time he looks at you, sees you smile, and feels you hold on to him? ...you've got him questioning how long he can keep being in this paradise with you and being so damn smitten with you in every way possible.

he hasn't felt such a warm and meaningful connection with someone he truly adores for the longest time–and he wants to let you know you are the most important person in his life apart from his mom and uncle aaron.

i think he'd take you out on a date, and that'd be a total shocker to you since usually, miles hates going out when it's not discussed between you two in advanced; but this time is different, this time marks the beginning of a new month for you two, a new beginning in your relationship as you continue to be with him despite how difficult he can get.

he shows up at your doorstep with lilacs wrapped in a pretty bouquet, and looking at you with such soft eyes and an adoring smile on his face, he mutters a thank you for being with him for this long; for remaining humble and kind towards him even if he can be a handful all the time.

"happy monthsary, mi cielo. i might sound like a total dork right now, but... i love you. and i keep finding myself falling for you over and over and over again whenever i see you, hear you, and feel you close to me. i promise, i will never make you feel lonely or sad, so long as you'll let me. because... i really love you."

gwen stacy

you have given gwen so much relief over the time that you were there for her before you two got together, and albeit she was extremely nervous and anxious about being your girlfriend and opening her heart up again to someone near and dear to her heart, she truly cherishes you and is beyond grateful that you never changed her or forced her to bury that fear just to feel like everything's okay.

she will admit that she often feels scared and that breaking up would be good for the both of you, but she also feels like she wouldn't be the same without you. you've changed her life for the better in so many ways, she doesn't really wanna leave you, instead, she wants to protect you and make sure you're safe–but actually, you end up doing that for her, too.

she's eternally grateful for you since, in your own ordinary, little ways–without even knowing it sometimes–you save gwen time and time again from her own insecurities and self-doubt; and as you stay with her for a whole month, never once neglecting her or her needs, she feels more reassured that you do love her, that she is doing okay, and that you wouldn't just leave her out of the blue.

she'd show her appreciation by sitting with you under the stars in a spot in the park or by a more secluded area only you two know about and just... admire you as you're admiring the stars, and eventually her when you feel her gaze on you.

"i don't know what i did to deserve you coming into my life, i know i messed up a lot in the past, but... maybe the universe is kinder to me this time. maybe i can love without having to think anything bad'll happen, and... i always want that person to receive all my love to be you, and only you."

pavitr prabhakar

he'd actually keep count of all the days you two have been together; like, every day you are with him is never erased from his mind. i think pav would have amazing memory, and actually, there's never a day that went by for the past month that didn't have you two in it. be it the good and the bad, the calm and the chaotic, you two are always together, and he can recall each and every thing, great and small, that made him feel happy with you.

though he says being spider man is easy for him, loving you is much easier. it comes to him like how breathing comes to him, it feels natural, not forced, and like it was always meant to happen for him to feel like he's really living, that he's alive.

your love gives him more of a reason to keep trying as spider man as pavitr, even though you had only been with him for a month, he can picture living every day for the rest of his life with you. i think what he'd do to express that would be through him whispering sweet nothings into your ear as he holds you close as you two are bonding at his place or yours--just in each others' company.

"i can't believe i'm literally the coolest guy in all of mumbattan, but i'm dating the one person who makes me feel like all of this is worthwhile; that it all means something to be... me, and it's to be with you. thank you, love, for being my purpose. you'll always be my purpose every day."

hobie brown

now hobie doesn't like labels, but... he is quite a sentimental guy, believe it or not. when he realized today was the exact day you two agreed to be reciprocate each others' feelings, he felt a little tingly about it, a little warm, a little fuzzy, a little... well, a whole lot actually, a whole lot brighter about what's to come in the future.

hobie wants you to know, even though he tries to express it so many times over the 30-ish days you two have been together, that he loves you not only for how you look, how you smile, how you fight, how you speak, how you laugh, how you do everything... but also how you've grown on him, how you've practically become his everything.

he's a very chill and low-key guy, but he really wants you to know that even without a label, you're not just "somebody" to him. so, he's been collecting small mementos of scraps from battles, sanded them down, and polished them to look prettier and... made you a promise bracelet.

"now, i know i said i don't believe in consistency, but you're the sole exception, love. this bracelet i made for you, it... it means more than what words will allow. it'll hold all the promises i've ever made you and will continue to make, and every time i'll see it on you, you'd best believe i'll make them all come true. such as this one i'm about to make right now: to love you forever and ever, in an inconsistently consistent way, just the way you love it."

miguel o'hara

he didn't realize it had been a whole month since he admitted to you that you've been the only one he's loved for the longest time. it actually scares him a little, how no universe has collapsed ever since you agreed to date him, almost as if... this was supposed to happen; he was allowed to love you.

the thought of you loving him also scares him a bit, knowing that he can be scary and intimidating a lot of the time, he hopes you never felt the urge to hide from him or leave him be; he hates to admit this, but he can't be himself when you're not around. you have provided him with so much relief from all the pain and sorrow he's experienced for the longest time, and to lose you would... it would be like losing everything he's worked so hard to keep.

your love is worthwhile to him, a warm, nurturing, humble kind of love that he is scared to lose. you try to reassure him all the time that he deserves it, and he still struggles to believe you, but seeing as how you've kept loving him for a whole month and never left him once... he wants to thank you for it.

he doesn't exactly have a fancy gesture for it, other than create a whole ass ring for you that acts like his watch. he wants you to know that with this ring, he is just one call away. he wishes he gave this to you the moment you said yes to him, but better late than never, no? he can feel himself crumbling as he fumbles over his words, just kinda hoping that... you'll kiss him to shut him up and spare him from the embarrassment.

"um... sorry that i... i never really gave this to you before, b-but i'm here to give it now. it's a ring i made, it works like the watch, but it's way more compact, and, uh... you can call me on it anytime if you need me. i'm just one call away, if you need anything... i'll be here waiting for you. waiting for you to, to... to call me because... i want you to need me to help you, because... because i truly love you and would dedicate my everything to you."

spider noir

he'd wake up at the crack of dawn to prepare you a whole day of pampering and affection, because he's also kept the details of this day down to the last letter in the front of his mind, every day.

peter is very intricate about how he wants everything you experience today to have at least some semblance of how he feels about you. he never thought you'd stay with him for this long, he's dreamed of loving you for a lifetime, and now... maybe it'll come true, he can show you all the love he's held back for so long in fear you'd leave him not long after he confessed to you.

he'd buy you flowers of all kinds, he'd open doors for you, pull back your chair when you're going to sit, and... just do all sorts of little gestures of love for you to make sure you're not only happy, comfortable, and safe--but that you feel that what he does for you is a choice for him; a choice for him that he will always choose because he wants you.

he'd try his hardest with aunt may to cook you up a wonderful candlelit dinner, and when aunt may leaves you two alone to talk and reminisce such happy memories and a successful relationship so far... he realizes just how much of a little boy he feels when he looks into your eyes; a full-on blush coming on form the tips of his ears down to where his collarbone starts and a goofy grin plastered on his face as he tries to tell you all that he's longed to tell you.

"...thank you, my dearest, for... for bearing with me. it's no easy task to love a man when his name is peter benjamin parker, trust me, i'm very aware of how hard it is. i hope you... i hope you know just how much i adore you, every single day, you are all that fills my mind. i want to give you the happiest life, the best kind of life i can offer you as your lover. so please... if you'll have me for many more months, years, even... i'll show you just how much love a man like me can carry for the most perfect person in the world, who's sitting across me right now and watching me blush as red as a tomato and grin like the happiest guy in the world, which i am right now."

a/n: THANKS AGAIN GUYS FOR ALL THE SUPPORT !! 627 FOLLOWERS ALREADY??? I'M LOVING EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU ALL MORE AND MORE BY THE SECOND <333 THANK YOU GUYSSSSS !!

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megxplryxb · 1 year ago

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How Can it be Over When it Never Really Started?

Pairings: Colby Brock x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Slight mention of smut, Kat and Sam's break up is discussed (no sides taken), No mentions of y/n

Notes: I haven't written for Colby in over a year so please be kind, I know i'm a little rusty.

The Las Vegas air was hot and sticky as you reluctantly opened the car door, removing yourself from the refreshing air conditioning of your BMW. The car locked with a beep as you tossed your keys into your handbag, rummaging around for a clip to tie your hair back, already feeling uncomfortable in the warmth of the desert. Dry gravel crunched under your converse, the hot sun already kissing your skin as you approached the entrance of an all too familiar house.

Everything looked as it did the last time you’d been here. The overgrown bushes at the side of the house still needing to be trimmed, the walls still screaming for a fresh coat of paint and the lights you’d all hung up for Christmas still dangling from the trees in the yard. But while things looked the same, the feeling was completely different. It was strange, quiet and sad. Any other time before today, you’d have walked in, skipping through the house, singing and dancing, looking for Katrina, but she didn’t live here anymore and that’s exactly the reason why you were here now.

Kat and Sam had broken up three weeks ago, ending their seven plus year relationship which came as a shock to many. While it was mostly amicable, she just couldn’t bring herself to return to the house she had shared with her ex boyfriend to pick up the last of her things. So instead, you had volunteered to go, wanting to make things as easy as possible for her.

It had been a rough couple of weeks for your best friend, the break up hitting her hard and she'd never felt more alone. Kat had been staying with a friend for the last couple of weeks, tying up some loose ends before she left Vegas in the rear view mirror once and for all. You arrived yesterday, driving to Sin City to help with her move back to LA, knowing that she needed you now more than ever. Break ups were never easy and you wanted her to know she didn't have to go through this alone.

Taking a deep breath in, you pressed the ring doorbell, stomach in knots as you waited patiently for a response. Sam knew you were coming, you’d organised it with him yesterday to make sure it was ok, not wanting to completely blindside him upon your arrival. Of course he didn't mind. It hadn't been easy for him either and you were sure he was just as heartbroken as Kat.

“Hey, I’ll be right down.” You heard a familiar voice say through the speaker, your eyes widening upon the realisation that it wasn't Sam. Fuck.

“Oh hey, yeah cool, take your time.” You reply, moving back from the door, tugging at your bottom lip nervously, a sudden feeling of uneasiness creeping up on you.

There was a slight shuffle on the other side of the door before it opened and you were met not by Sam but by his best friend Colby, who you'd slept with two months ago.

“Hey stranger, long time no see." He smiles, pulling you in for a hug, wrapping himself around you. His scent was intoxicating, warm and comforting and you hated how much you had missed being in his arms.

“Hi.” You blush, reluctantly pulling away from him, avoiding his gaze until he closed the door behind you.

“You could have just walked in y’know, like you always do.” He teases as you shake your head, shrugging. “I didn’t really know what to do honestly, I guess it’s just kind of weird now that Kat’s gone.”

“Hey, you know you’re always welcome here, right? That’s never gonna change.” Colby states but you’re not sure even he believes that. You’ve seen how break ups go, how it damages not just the couple but the friends involved too.

“How is Kat? I texted her a couple of times but she hasn’t really been responding.” He frowns, biting his bottom lip. You could see the sadness in his eyes, he was hurting too. You all were.

“She’s doing ok. I mean, she’s devastated obviously but she’ll get there, it’s just going to take some time.”

“Yeah, I can’t imagine what they’re both going through right now. Sam is so quiet, he’s not really talking about it much.”

“Where is he anyway?” You look around, noticing the place was oddly quiet.

“He kind of chickened out last minute. I think he was afraid you were going to murder him, so he went for a run.” He jokes but you know he’s also kind of serious.

“Why would I do that? I mean, he just broke my best friend’s heart, it’s no big deal.” You reply sarcastically.

“Well, if it makes you feel any better, I kind of want to kick his ass too.” The black haired boy smiles and you can’t help but notice how utterly beautiful he looks right now.

“He knows I don’t hate him, right? Like, I wish I did because it would make things a hell of a lot easier but, at least he was honest y’know? He didn’t string her along or cheat on her. I’m just sad it didn’t work out for them.” You admit, holding back your tears.

“I know, I am too, it fucking sucks.” Colby sighs, throwing an arm around you, trying to pull you closer to him but he feels how reluctant you are to lean into him.

“I better get this stuff packed into my car. We’re heading back to LA in the morning.” You say as Colby nods his head, the corner of his lips turning downwards, leading you to the kitchen where Katrina’s things are laid out on the dinning table. There’s not too much left, just some clothes and shoes, bits of make up and unopened post and a framed picture of you all at the beach from last summer when Sam and Kat were still happy and you and Colby hadn’t blurred the lines of your friendship.

“That was a good day.” Colby chuckles from behind you. His hot breath hitting the back of your neck, sending a shiver down your spine.

“Yeah it was. They looked so in love here.” You frown, running your fingers over the picture.

“They were.” Colby agrees, holding the other side of the frame. “You looked so beautiful that day.” He whispers, causing you to shake your head.

“Yeah right.” You laugh, rejecting his compliment.

“I’m serious. Shit, I remember seeing you in that bikini for the first time too. All of the guys were looking at you and that douche bag asked for your number, remember?” He quizzed, causing you to chuckle. You remember it like it was yesterday, the guy strutting towards you while you sunbathed with Kat. He’d been so cocky, certain he was leaving with your number until you ran to Colby, kissing his cheek. Pleading with him to go with it and pretend to be your boyfriend. He did it without a second thought, arms draped over your body, nuzzled into your neck, placing little kisses on your shoulder until the guy got the hint and left you alone.

“Of course I remember, you wanted to kill that guy.” You tease, turning to face Colby who looks at the picture once more. “Yeah, I did. Fuck, I was so jealous.” He curses as you furrow your brows, a little surprised by his admission.

“Why?” You ask, your breath hitching as he takes the frame from your hands, placing it on the table.

“You know why.” He insists, his lips hovering over your own, backing you into the table as your heart fluttered.

There had always been something between you and Colby, an unspoken attraction that neither of you dared to explore until two months ago. The timing for anything other than a friendship had never been quite right, one or both you seeing other people. But he had always been flirty with you, sharing subtle touches or glances when no one else was looking and for the longest time, that had been it. That was until New Years Eve, at a house party hosted by Jake and Tara. Colby had been by your side all night, getting your drinks, laughing and dancing and when the clock struck midnight his lips were immediately on yours, like he’d been waiting an eternity to kiss you. It only took you a moment to kiss him back, his hands finding a home on your hips as you wrapped your arms around his neck, ignoring all the whistles around you, your friends screaming that it was about damn time.

Not long after, you arrived back at the house, the kiss not being enough for either one of you, both of you needing more urgently. Colby had quickly dragged you upstairs, undressing each other before you even reached his bedroom, lips never parting as he pressed you into his mattress. It wasn't what you thought it would be like, it was slow and sweet and Colby took his time with you, afraid he'd only get one chance at this. The next morning you awoke in his arms, limbs still tangled under the sheets until you managed to wiggle your way out without waking him, leaving before you had to have an awkward conversation about the night before.

"Colby, I can't do this right now." You sigh, shaking off your thoughts as you move away from him again.

“Do what?” He asks, raising a brow.

“Do this, whatever this is..” you state as he lets out a deep breath.

“Are we ever gonna talk about it?” He questions, folding his tattooed arms across his toned chest.

“What is there to talk about? It was just sex, wasn't it?" You shrug, causing him to scoff and you swear you can see a look of hurt on his face.

“We both know it was more than that.” He states, staring at you, almost begging you to be honest with yourself.

“When has it ever been more than that for you, Colby?” You argue, taking aim at his long list of conquests.

“When it was with you." He answers honestly, leaving you shocked. “That night when we kissed, I thought that was it, you know? That me and you were finally on the same page about us. But when I woke up the next morning you were gone and I never heard from you."

"I wanted to save you the trouble of telling me it was a one time thing." You admitted, lowering your head, embarrassed to look at him right now.

"That's all you thought that was to me? Do you not know me at all?" The boy asks as you let out a nervous laugh.

"Yes, I know you Colby, which is exactly why I left! I've seen your countless one night stands walk out that door the next morning, hoping that you'll call them again and you never do! You just move on to the next one and I'm not judging you, that's who you are. I just didn't want to be one of those girls that expected more from you." Colby looks at you, shaking his head, a prominent frown on his face as he walks closer to you. This time you don't move, frozen still as he cups your face.

"But that's just it, you're not like those other girls. There's always been something between us, more than a friendship, more than just sex. You make me laugh more than anybody, I don't have to pretend to be someone else when I'm with you. You've seen me at my worst and you got me through it, you Kat and Sam. Baby, I was an idiot for so fucking long, dating people I shouldn't have dated, being friends with people who I didn't even like. But I know what I want now and I want you. I want everything with you." He confesses, as you try to hold back tears.

"Colby, I..."

“What, honey? Tell me what you want?” He asks, his face inches away from yours and you could easily kiss him right now.

You know exactly what you wanted. When it came to Colby Brock, you’ve always known.

You’ve wanted it before he ever put his lips on yours, before you ever let him take you in his bed all those weeks ago and before he ever muttered that you were his as he came deep inside of you for the first time.

You wanted him, all of him but you knew that was something that just wasn't possible right now. Just as you were about to speak, the front door opened and closed with a gentle bang, footsteps approaching the kitchen as you quickly broke apart.

"Hey." Sam spoke, removing his headphones as you placed a loose strand of hair behind your ear. His eyes moved to Colby, who he knew would chew him out for this later.

"Hi." You greeted, moving to give him a hug.

"I'm sorry, I totally just interrupted something didn't I?" The blonde boy questions as you shake your head.

"Yep." Colby nods as you shoot him a look.

"No you didn't, honestly. I was just leaving." You reassure Sam but Colby takes your hand. "Please, don't go, we still have things to talk about."

You bite your lip, eyes focused on Colby as he pleads with you to finish your conversation.

"I really need to pack Kat's stuff."

"Hey, it's ok, I'll take Katrina's things to your car and leave you guys to it." Sam says as you give him a thankful nod. Once he's gone, Colby moves towards you again, his hands finding yours as you look into his ocean blue eyes, trying not to fall deeper than you already have.

"Colby, you know how I feel about you. Jesus, I was never good at hiding it." You joke, earning a small laugh from him as his fingers circle your palm. "But, right now, Sam needs you, like Kat needs me. We can't be together when they're like this, still heartbroken and lost." You state, beginning to choke up.

"Why not?" Colby questions, raising a brow.

"Because if we're together and one of them eventually moves on with someone else, it's going to get messy. They'll fight about it, they'll ask us to take sides and then we'll fight about it and probably break up and both be miserable too! Everything's just too complicated right now, not to mention we'd have to do long distance because I'll be in LA and you'll be here and–" You ramble on as Colby places his forehead on yours.

"It kind of sounds like you've already thought about this a lot." He teases, as you wrap your arms around his waist.

"Being with you, is all I ever think about." You whisper before he captures your lips with his. For a moment, you finally give in to him, melting into his touch as he deepens the kiss, sliding his tongue over your bottom lip before he slides it into your mouth. He swallows a moan from within you, pressing you up against the counter as you grab his shirt, trying to pull him impossibly closer.

"Fuck, you're so beautiful." He groans, placing wet kisses on your neck as you throw your head back. Suddenly, your phone vibrates in your pocket and you know it's Kat checking up on you. You had asked her to call you to make sure you didn't accidentally end up in Colby's bed upon your arrival and you were sure you would have ended up there if not for your best friend saving you at the last minute.

"Colby, shit, it's Kat." You whine as he finally detaches his lips from your skin. Once you told Kat everything was ok and that you were on your way, you hung up, both of you attempting to catch your breath.

"I really have to go." You state as he nods his head, pulling you close once more.

"Look, I know you think things might get complicated but that's only if we let them, right? I want to try and make this work, I want to be with you no matter what happens between them. I've honestly never felt this way about anyone before and I don't want to lose you." He confesses, kissing your hand as your knees almost go from under you.

"I don't want to lose you either." You reveal, a tear sliding down your cheek as he wipes it away.

"So, can we do this? Me and you, like officially?" He asks, grinning like an idiot as you shake your head.

"Slow down Mr. Brock, you haven't even taken me on a proper date yet." You tease as he kisses you again. "Oh, so it's like that huh?"

"Yeah, it's like that." You chuckle.

Well lucky for you I'm coming to LA next week, so how about I take you out then?" He suggests, as you wrap your arms around him.

"If we do this, we take this slow ok? Start with a couple of dates and see how things go?" You suggest as he nods in agreement.

"Sweetheart, we can go as slow as you want, just give me a chance to show you how happy I can make you?" He begs but you already know the answer.

Yeah, Colby Brock was a risk worth taking.

#colby brock x reader #colby brock fanfic #colbybrock #colby brock #sam and colby #sam golbach #colby brock one shot #colby brock fluff #colby brock smut #colby x reader

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sweetbottletops · 10 months ago

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Tell her how you feel or release an entire album about your feelings for her in a language she doesn't understand? Easy choice.

Ch 101

Hime-chan is me when a chapter drops. "Ehhh? Again?"

Her relationship to music is interesting. Maybe she's in that phase where being the first find the next band before they make it big is really important. She might even be pleased if people were like "never heard of them" to start off unlike Aya who just felt alone.

Me looking at the lack of GL getting picked up by publishers.

A new parent just dropped. And it's a wine mom on a fancy couch. They rich.

Hime has upper-middle class parents and a brother it looks like. A record player and fancy speakers. But no instruments. Her family are music collectors?

I do like how Agu is all "F'it. I'm using the real names for Soundcloud and Spotify and let the publisher figure it out."

Koga is publishing her music! The earlier viral video wasn't something in her control, but this is and she's doing it. Just like Aya wanted before she was hit by that rizz nosebleed.

Even if Hime-chan hits refresh all day she can't be faster to the gun than being someone's muse.

Her family are definitely collectors if not producers. Aloud Records? That'd explain why she takes her music activities almost like a job and is on a talent hunt. It's a family business.

If Narita is the yuri protector then Hime is the music side of it. I don't think she'd get in the way of Koga's muse. That'd be counterproductive. Plus she's seen them.

1 by Me to Her 1. Song 1 2. 24h Radio 3. Tourist 4. F.....

BAND NAME --- ME TO HER.

WITH KOGA'S HEAD AND HAND ON THE ALBUM COVER.

When Aya learns English she's going to know. Any time now. Very smart, Koga.

Koga's grand gestures in each volume are evolving along with her: 1. The Radiohead cover (hidden identity) 2. Song 1 (?) performed on the stage (to only Aya) 3. Released an album (public identity)

We are breathing down the neck of that pre-release concert art. You know the one.

#the guy she was interested in wasn't a guy at all #green manga #yuri #manga #the guy she was interested in wasnt a guy at all #sumiko arai

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fyrewalkwithmee · 1 year ago

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Thin Walls Pt. 2

Special Agent Dale Cooper x reader

A/N: I'm sorry this is so long but it's all setting up for part 3.

word count: 1.9k

WARNINGS: angst, mean Cooper, flirting with minors, pining etc etc.

Thank you for reading, please let me know if you're enjoying the story, part 3 coming soon!

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Chapter 2, For the sake of the case...

You woke up the next morning feeling refreshed and relaxed. A nice change from the instant stress that had plagued you since you started the case in Twin Peaks. Your night of pleasure had helped you drift off into a well-needed deep sleep and you were excited to meet Agent Cooper, who would be waiting for you at your usual breakfast spot. You dressed, secured your badge and gun, and headed downstairs to meet your partner. You turned the corner in the reception, surprised and a bit concerned to see no sign of Dale or your morning coffee. It was unlike him to be late or break routine. You began to walk closer when you heard a familiar deep voice come from behind you.

"Good morning agent". you turned to find a tired-looking Cooper holding 2 cups of coffee and a baggie that you assumed contained some kind of breakfast treat. "I thought we would head straight to the Sheriff's station to prepare for the interrogation" You gave him an odd look, "Is everything okay Agent Cooper?" you asked suspiciously, "Yes. Why wouldn't it be?" he mumbled avoiding eye contact, his mind seemingly somewhere else. He started for the exit. "You just seem like somethings bothering you and to be honest with you Coops, you look like hell." you spoke with an amused tone, trying to put him at ease. He clenched his jaw at the nickname, something you had grown comfortable calling him over the past months and that he secretly loved. You neared the car and Dale unlocked the driver's side, stopping to reply to your observation. He lifted his head, finally making eye contact with you. His eyes were dark and something was hiding behind them, a look you'd never seen on him before but intrigued you nonetheless. He looked like he was going to say something important but decided against it replying with a dry, "I'm fine, okay?" he then swiftly slipped into the driver's seat. You were left standing outside the car confused and slightly aggravated by his blunt reply. You weren't sure what had gotten into him but you would find out. You needed openness and clear communication between the two of you now more than ever… for the case's sake of course.

His behaviour didn't shift at all during the ride to the station. Not when you commented on how beautiful the pines looked in the morning sun or when you jokingly compared an old married couple that were arguing in their front yard to Lucy and Andy from the station. All you got from him were faint "hmms" and nods of acknowledgement, you were becoming fed up. you didn't like this side of Dale but more than that you didn't like that something was bothering him and he didn't feel comfortable discussing it with you. You trusted each other with everything, that's why you worked so well together. Before you knew it you were pulling up to the station and you decided to just be upfront with your partner,

"You need to tell me what the hell is going on with you." He seemed taken aback by your forwardness, "Do I now?" he said almost teasingly, that dark look causing the tension in the car to rise. You felt a jolt of arousal shoot down your body. You knew it wasn't the time or place but there was something about how mean he was being compared to his normal demeanour that ignited a new level of want inside of you. You crossed your legs and shifted a bit hoping to extinguish the faint burning sensation. This seemed to affect him in some way as his hands clenched harder around the steering wheel and he looked forward, releasing you from his spell. "We're partners Dale if we can't talk to each other who can we talk to? We need to be completely honest with each other for the sake of the case." He scoffed ever so lightly at that last part, "If you really have to know, I didn't sleep very well last night." you were quick to reply "Is that seriously why-" but were interrupted before you could finish, "I kept hearing the strangest sounds coming from one of the other rooms."

You were quiet now, not liking where this was going. Dale leaned forward closer to your face as if to tell you a secret and whispered, "And they kept me up all night long". Your eyes widened and he gave you an amused smirk, "but thank you for your concern, agent." He snapped out of his cheeky and mildly flirtatious manner and exited the car, satisfied with his reply. You were flooded with embarrassment feeling completely exposed and not in the good way. All of a sudden you felt like you were glued to the chair and couldn't get out of the car. How were you going to face him knowing he was aware of your dirty little secret? Your mind raced with questions. What did he hear and how much? Was he ever going to look at you the same? how could you be so careless? To be fair you had made a habit of pleasuring yourself while on cases to relieve the stress but it had never been an issue until now. The walls of the old Great Northern must have been too thin to conceal your enjoyment. What were you to do?

Your panic was interrupted as two young girls walked past the car, they were deep in discussion and you saw their demeanours change when they locked eyes with you through the windshield. That must be Laura's classmates you thought all signs of your Dale predicament leaving your mind and your detective instincts taking over. You were reminded that there was a dead girl named Laura Palmer in a town called Twin Peaks and you had a case to solve, justice to serve. you got out of the car, took a deep breath and walked into the station. You tried your best to remain professional but your usual tactics of interrogation didn't seem to work on the young women seated in front of you. After almost half an hour of grilling the pair, you had gained no new insight on the night Laura died. You told the girls to stay where they were and left the room, meeting Dale and the sheriff outside. "They're not budging", you uttered, visibly disappointed. Harry could see you were down and an empathetic expression fell upon his handsome features. "It's okay detective you can't win 'em all" he spoke gently putting a comforting arm around your shoulder. He looked to Dale expecting him to give some further encouragement for the agent he so obviously felt deeply for but Dale's eyes were on the interview room door. Without saying a word he strutted past the two of you opening and slamming the door behind him.

“What is up with him today?” the sheriff asked bewildered, “I'm not sure” you muttered quietly looking down at your shoes, “Maybe you should talk to him. If he's gonna open up to anyone it's you. I'm gonna go grab us some coffee.” You thanked the sheriff with a smile and crept your way towards the interrogation room. It was common for you to watch Dale do his thing when you weren't in the room with him. You were always trying to learn as much as you could from your partner. Dale was standing behind the table across from the two girls. His arms were outstretched domineeringly with two hands leaning on either side of the desk. You could just make out the shape of his muscular back through his shirt as you watched him lift one hand and grab the chin of one of the girls. “What the hell is he doing?” you thought stepping closer to the small window. The girls were giggling at something he said as he casually rolled the sleeves of his shirt up, allowing his strong forearms to be on display. “Is he flirting with them?” you were beyond confused, not only was that way out of line and character for Dale but those girls were just children, barely seniors. You felt a wave of anger wash over you and another emotion began coursing through you getting stuck in your throat. Jealousy.

The students oggled at him like he was a God. You caught one of their eyes and tried to soften the irritated expression that covered your face. The girl made a comment to Dale and nodded towards you. All three of them looked over and Dale leaned closer to the girls, saying something that sent them into a fit of girlish laughter. At this point, you stepped away from the room having seen enough. It wasn't long before the door opened and the girls skipped away, bidding Dale a playful farewell. As soon as they were out of sight you pushed him against the wall,

“What on Earth was that?” you spoke venomously, “Whatever do you mean agent?” he smirked with a teasing glint in his eye. “Your behaviour towards those girls was completely inappropriate. You know what could happen if the bureau finds out an agent was flirting with underaged suspects.” Dale’s eyes flashed rapidly down to your lips and then back up to your eyes and suddenly you were aware of how close your face was to his. You backed away slightly but Dale moved forward so now it was your back against the corridor wall. “You're not…jealous, are you detective?” you scoffed at this, attempting to hide the fact that he could see right through you. “Don’t be ridiculous” you reply as he took a step back straightening his posture, “Great. I was only doing what I had to. You know for the sake of the case.” You internally grimaced at the way he punishingly mocked your earlier conversation. “Besides, don't you want to know what I found out?” The sheriff walked towards you balancing three cups in his hands, “what did you find out?”.

You entered his office as Dale began to explain, “The girls say that Laura may have been seeing an older man and was a part of some kind of club. The man in question, Benjamin Horne.” “Interesting” added the Sherriff, “Well let's call him in for questioning.” you blurted, excited about the new progression. “No.” Dale shut you down promptly, “We need to be sneaky about this. He can’t know that we’re on to him.” There was a moment of silence as the three of you thought about your next move, and then it hit you.

“He’s having a private party tonight at the hotel. We can get to him then.”

“Won't he recognise us?” questioned the Sherrif, “No it has a masquerade theme.” Dale turned to you “That’s perfect, great work agent! Sheriff get Lucy to organise some masks, tonight we party.” he exclaimed, his usual enthusiasm returning for a moment as you smiled at one another. You quickly headed for the car and discussed the game plan for the night for the whole ride back. It seemed that through all the excitement you and Dale had slipped back to your normal selves. As you reached the doors to your separate rooms Dale stopped you and asked “Agent, how did you know about the party if it's a private function?” You felt a mischievous fire ignite in your stomach. If Dale wanted to play dirty, you would too. “It was the strangest thing but Mr Horne went out of his way to invite me personally. Isn't that sweet?” You watched Dale’s face fall as you went to unlock your door, “I'll see you in an hour Coops.”

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aishangotome · 1 year ago

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[Gilbert] Choose Your True Love: Part 2

Part 1

♡———♡

Gilbert: You... might die?

The blood drained from my face at the outrageous announcement made with a refreshing smile.

Emma: W-Why?

Gilbert: Because you've caught the Emperor's eye.

Gilbert: Do you know about him?

Emma: ...I've heard rumors.

Gilbert: Then you should understand. That man's hobby is killing people.

Gilbert: I think they'll be here soon.

Before I could ask "What?", a part of the ceiling suddenly fell down.

(Huh?!)

Several men fell through the gaping hole.

They were all dressed in simple black clothes, their faces covered with cloth.

In their hands, they held swords with unfamiliar shapes, and they exuded a sharp murderous aura, though not as much as the Emperor.

Emma: I can't believe this, but...

Gilbert: They're the Emperor's personal special assassination squad.

Gilbert: While I was out of the room, they were busy doing some handiwork on the ceiling.

Gilbert: I'm amazed at how much free time they have. They should spend their time on something more useful.

Emma: ...Who are they here to assassinate...?

Gilbert: Us, of course. Who else could it be?

Emma: "Us"?

Gilbert: Heh... They're fast, aren't they? Did he give the order the moment we parted ways?

(...He's insane.)

Gilbert didn't seem surprised by the sudden visitors, and he drew the sword he had been wearing under his mantle.

(He used to carry a sword.)

Gilbert: If you run around like a chicken with its head cut off, you'll really die, so be prepared.

(Gulp...)

Gilbert: Roderich.

Roderich: I'll take care of it.

Roderich, who seemed to have been waiting in the corner of the room, rushed into the assassination squad with a sword in hand.

This might be the first time I've seen him, Gilbert's close aide, fight so seriously.

(It's like a small war.)

The opponents seemed to be quite skilled, as some of them slipped past Roderich and came towards us.

Gilbert dodged their silent attacks, swung his sword, and blood splattered.

Emma: ...Ah...

The Gilbert I knew used a gun, but he didn't seem to have one now, as he painted the room with blood using only his sword.

Neither Gilbert nor Roderich hesitated to kill.

I was reminded of something I don't usually feel - that we live in different worlds.

(...This is nothing like the Obsidian I know.)

The cruel scene drained the warmth from my body, leaving me cold and frozen.

As I hugged my shivering body, Gilbert suddenly put something over my head.

I realized it was his coat when I smelled the familiar scent of medicine.

Gilbert: I told you not to run, but you don't have to watch.

Gilbert: You'll break.

(............)

Only my vision was blocked; my ears and nose were still keenly aware of the battle.

I couldn't bring myself to take off the coat.

How much time had passed since then?

The sounds ceased, and an eerie silence fell over the place.

Finally, I made up my mind and tried to take off the coat, but suddenly my feet left the ground.

Emma: Wah!

Gilbert: Stay put.

(Am I... being carried somewhere?)

Gilbert: Well, that was a disaster.

Finally, my feet touched the floor.

Gilbert took the coat off my head and put it back on himself.

Thanks to his black military uniform, I couldn't see any blood, but he smelled the same as the Emperor.

Emma: ...Are you alright?

Gilbert: Hm?

Emma: Are you hurt...?

Gilbert: Oh, no. They were just inexperienced assassins in training, even if they were a special forces unit.

Gilbert: You can't survive in Obsidian if you can't kill at least that much.

Emma: ...

Gilbert: That look on your face... Was that your first time seeing something like that?

Emma: Yes... I live in Obsidian, but I've never seen an assassin before...

Gilbert: Really?

Emma: Is it... a daily occurrence?

Gilbert: Yeah, it's a daily routine.

(Daily...)

Gilbert: It's been happening especially frequently lately.

Gilbert: Maybe the Emperor is holding a grudge against me for voicing my opinion about the Rhodolite invasion the other day.

Gilbert: He loves to chop off the heads of people who oppose him.

(No way...)

It sounded like a joke, but after actually facing the Emperor, I understood.

He's a monster in human skin, and that fact has seeped into my bones in a short amount of time.

(...Come to think of it, Gilbert's mother and brother also opposed the Emperor...)

Gilbert: Heh... You blocked his path too, didn't you?

Gilbert: We're the same. That's why I think you were targeted.

Emma: ...

(I finally understand why Gilbert in the past is always on edge.)

(And also...)

When I looked up at his face from up close, I saw dark circles under his eyes.

It might be difficult for him to even sleep properly right now.

Emma: ...Gilbert--

The moment I reached out my hand, a deathly scream shook the window.

(What now?)

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zylophie · 2 years ago

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Furina meeting someone in fontaine who somehow doesn't know them... Sounds refreshing and fluffy!

꒰⌗´͈ ᵕ ॣ`͈⌗꒱৩ — furina

✿ — ♬ ⌨️ᶻᶻᶻ : x/modmafuyu is typing... ✉!

✿ — ↻ SYNOPSIS : Furina meeting a fontainian(reader) who doesn't know her.

✿ — ♯ GENRE : Fluff(mostly), bittersweet

✿ — ⊜ CW : Nil

✿ — ↠ NOTE : Hi hi Anon~ Thank you for requesting~ I had a lot of fun making this fic and I hope you'll enjoy reading it ! I know you wanted fluff but I accidentally made a bittersweet ending. Hope that's alright!<3

Timeline would be Furina still acting out her role. So that this fic would not go too far out of character.

Just a warning, 4.2 spoilers.

[h/c] - hair color

[e/c] - eye color

✿ — ♪ REMINDER : reblogs & likes are appreciated, in doing so will motivate us to continue delivering stories to you, thank you for all of your supports ~ !

Extra: if you would like to request, click here and read the writing rules for each writer !

✿ — ♭ ⁿᵒʷ ᶜᵃˡˡⁱⁿᵍ... : ...No one

✿ — ► ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : Furina

CLICK CLACK CLICK!

A petite girl was seen running out of the Palais Mermonia in the Court of Fontaine. As she took off running as far as her legs could take her.

-----------------FLASHBACK-----------------

"...Miss Furina, I do hope you know the prophecy will come sooner or later. Even if Fontaine hasn't experience any deleterious flooding.. yet.. We must act fast to ensure all our citizen are safe and won't live in fear. Who knows how long till they believe in those 'rumors'"

"I do know that! ...I promise I'm doing something useful to help everyone."

"I can clearly sense that you are hiding something from me. Please, just tell me what is it that you are covering up."

"I-I'm telling you! I'm not hiding anything. I am your archon, could you PLEASE stop doubting me?!"

...

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'How much longer..'

pant pant pant

'So lonely..'

pant pant pant

'Please let this show end..'

THUD

The petite girl collided with the ground due to exhaustion. She began looking around, upon seeing no one, she felt a little relieved to see that no one had spotted her being in a mess from earlier.

..Well probably except for the Chief of Justice.

'..Way to go Furina, if he wasn't already suspicious of me, he definitely is now..'

As the girl slowly picked herself up from the ground and continued to wandered mindlessly, wanting to get her mind off things for a bit.

Furina strolled leisurely while admiring the scenery upon her. She usually doesn't have time to be curious and as carefree while playing the role of the archon.

'Where am I anyways? I've.. Never been out of the city before'

As Furina came across a sunny and bright view. Where the sun is beaming while waves crash into one another, accompanied by golden rocks.

Although it is an unfamiliar surrounding, Furina only felt comfort feeling the breeze of the atmosphere as she slowly trotted over to the sea.

'What is this place? I've never been here but it feels really easy to relax..'

As Furina slowly took in the sunlight and windy zephyr and sighed. If only she could adventure and explore the world even more..

Being lost in thought, the petite girl did not notice someone in the distance sneaking up behind her.

'..It's really hard being an ar-'

"BOO!"

"AHHH?!"

Furina out of instinct, quickly lifted her arms into a defensive pose to shield her from whatever is coming after her.

"Ahaha! You should've seen the look on your face."

As Furina slowly opened her eyes, she saw a unfamiliar [h/c] person with [e/c] eyes. Realising they were a fontainian, she immediately cleared her throat.

"What look? I was preparing to attack you, you're lucky I took the flight response or else I would've seriously injured you!"

Furina folded her arms looking really displeased with whoever scared her.

"Ahaha.. Sorry, you just looked a little bit depressed. Anyways, I'm [name], nice to meet you. Now, may I ask why such a beautiful lady was looking quite down?"

"B-beautiful?!"

"Mhm! I've heard my friends say that the hydro archon was really pretty. At this rate I might mistake you as them!"

[Name] looking quite content with their response, giving a close-eyed smile.

"Ahem! A-Anyways, to answer your question. I was simply dreading about my workload. I'm fine, don't worry about it."

"Oh really? Guess it isn't a big issue. I'm glad."

'They're glad? I'm just some stranger though, I'm not sure why they're that relieved..'

"So, how's the beach? Pretty relaxing huh? I usually come here after I run my errands."

"Oh.. So this is called a beach, I've never seen one my whole life until today. It really isn't that bad at all to spend a day off here."

Furina then turned her view back to the waves, wanting to treasure this moment before returning to her dull stage.

Suddenly Furina felt something. Only to turn to see [name] placing a rainbow flower in her hair.

"Eh?! What's up with the sudden flowers?! Forget that, how did you even get them?!"

"I did mention I run errands, and that is when I go flower hunting to find beautiful flowers to add to my garden. I decided to give this rainbow flower to you as a gift. It's fitting for a beauty like you~!"

"W-wha-"

"Also, just want to ask, do you work for the hydro archon? You called me a mortal, surely the hydro archon must've have cute colleauges!"

"..."

[Even-More-Fluff Ending] - Optional to read

"Do you not know who the hydro archon is?"

"..Not really, I live on the country side, but I do hear adventurers say that she is dazzling and charismatic. Although it fits into your description.. Surely I'm not talking to the hydro archon."

"...Yeah you're right, I'm not the hydro archon ahahaha! I-I'm her coworker. Yep, pleasure serving under her!"

'God damnit Furina! What are you doing?!'

'...'

'Maybe they are the person I can confide in.. However I know that's impossible, but it does feel nice to not need to put my guard up as high..'

[Bittersweet Ending: continuation of Even-More-Fluff Ending] - Optional to read

When Furina returned to her office in Palais Mermonia. She sat in her chair recounting her recent encounter with [name]. Hoping to see her again.

So she began having meetups with [name] more frequently. Of course, this caught onto Neuvilette's attention since Furina never leaves the city much. So he decided to follow her on one eventful day.

Only to see the archon with a mortal. He didn't know much about this other person that was with Furina so he decided to interrupt their conversation.

"Miss Furina?"

"Huh?! Neuvilette?! W-What are you doing here?"

"Well the hydro archon has been frequently leaving the city for quite a while so I wanted to check it out. Whose this other person you're with?"

"W-wait.. Furina?! You're the hydro archon?!"

[Name] stared in disbelief, immediately apologising for their rude behaviour towards her.

'Well there goes my identity.. Oh well it was pretty fun while it lasted."

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the-crystalized-cosmos · 2 months ago

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Having a factual hearthome.

PT: Having a factual hearthome. /End PT

When most people talk about hearthomes, they tend to talk about fictional places, or places that exist generally like forests or oceans. We haven't really seen much talk on having a factual hearthome, a hearthome of a real place. So much so that it only just occurred to us that this is even possible, let alone that one of us experiences something like this. So we wanted to talk about it a little more, in hopes that the concept will get a little more light shone on it.

First off, what is a hearthome? The term hearthome was coined by @\alt--h on December 15th, 2016. It describes something that invokes a sense of familiarity and in many cases feels like home to the point it can be considered an aspect of ones identity. For me this personally feels like somewhere I belong. Somewhere where my 'true self' is its strongest. Where I am grounded and centered. Where everything for about who I can be and am is allowed to exist in its fullest.

I have a few hearthomes, several of which I have known for a long time. The first two I knew before I even knew the term. Space and forests. While I have additional alterhuman connection to space, both of these are locations that center and ground different aspects of me. So when I stumbled across the term 'hearthome', I immediately understood that that's what these were. Some months ago I started questioning my connection to water. And I realized it was the same type of connection I had to space and forest. When I am in it I feel centered. I feel connected to myself in a way I cannot properly put into words. Its like I unlock a whole new part of myself. I don't become anything new. I am just found.

While some may consider these factual hearthomes, I don't necessarily consider them such, at least not at the time of writing this. That main change. I don't consider them fictional either. I just consider them hearthomes, and do not want to place them within the factual/fictional dynamic.

Recently a few of our members were involved in drama targeting them for being factives. This resulted in them getting more involved in the community then we already were. And one of our members, m Avium, realized that there's nothing stopping hearthomes from being factional in origin. However we had *never* heard of this happening. At least being called by name. This was a complete revelation to us. So of course, we started thinking about it. What all it might entail, and if it might apply to us, since many of us have hearthomes.

That's when it struck me.

I help at a conferences twice a year, every year. I won't name it for doxxing reasons, but it is a huge deal in my life. I have straight up described it as my home before. As somewhere that centers me. That I find my true self in. *That finds me.*

That is everything I experience in my other hearthomes. The only difference? I actively get to go to this one.

Which brings me to another major point of this post. What it's like to be able to actively go to your hearthome. For me? It's refreshing. This hearthome is a conference. It's made by the people that attend it, as much as the place its held and the events that happen at it. Being able to be in such an environment is genuinely healing. It is somewhere I feel beyond safe. It is somewhere I feel seen. It is somewhere I feel aligned with who I want to be. It's where I feel like I am actively the person I'm meant to be. I feel found there. Being able to actively go back to that place is the highlight of my year, every year. Words cannot even describe the connection that is there.

But yeah. We're not used to making these kind of posts so excuse how messy it is. I'm sure I'll make a more coherent one sometime in the future but this is what you get for now. I hope it's got you thinking about hearthomes, fictional, factional or otherwise. Who knows, you might even join us in having a factional identity with a hearthome!

#-zev #endo safe #alterhuman #alterhumanity #alterhuman experiences #hearthome #factfolk #factid #factional hearthome

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squishmyster · 1 year ago

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Crazy, he calls me

Cooper Howard could be described as a husband, father, and a prolific actor but what happens when it all starts crumbling under his feet and one of the only things to give him fresh air is you. His co-worker and one of his closest friends. Will everything including your relationship fail or will it be the one thing that survives even a nuclear fallout.

Authors Notes: HELLO ALL THIS IS MY FIRST FIC SERIES...very much a slow burn...ANY CONSTRUCTIVE CRTICSIM IS WELCOME AND I HOPE YOU AAL ENJOY!!!! OH AND ITS IN THE FIRST PERSON.... Warnings: Mentions of dying parent! Prologue~~~ Reunion MASTERLIST

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Chapter 1~~~ Give Me the Simple Life

The First time that I met Cooper was during the war while I was a medic. We never really said much except a few polite waves and hello's that then turned into polite conversations and heartfelt talks. After the war, we came across each other on the set of A Man and His Dog.

Arriving earlier than planned to the studio I get out of my car and walk to set I can't help but feel a little sad seeing how this is the smallest role yet but no matter how much I've done as an actress a gig like this is just what I need right now low stress and good pay. Even if I have money saved up I have to pay for my sick parents' medical fees and if I don't work I'll be bankrupt by the time I'm thirty. So I put on a smile, straighten my back, remind myself that I haven't been doing this too long, and make my way inside politely waving and saying hello to anyone I come across.

After a quick debrief we were told to wait for the rest of the cast and crew to get there. As I was sitting off to the side nursing a very bleak coffee I started people watching taking note of who was talking to who. Looking between small groups of people and watching their mannerisms. That was until my eyes landed on him the man of the hour himself Cooper Howard. Smile shining, eyes bright and full of life. I couldn't stop myself from starring taking in all his dashing features and then we locked eyes it felt like my breath was stolen from me and all I could do was give him a small smile and wave before taking a sip of coffee in my hand which I quickly regretted forgetting that it tasted like burnt rubber and sugar.

Before I could even look up I felt a small tap on my shoulders and heard the voice of the man I was once very close to. "Hey, long time no see". Looking up at him I smile and give him a slight nod. "Long time no see Cooper, how's life treating you?". seeing him up close is almost refreshing, to say the least after having not talked or seen him after his honorable discharge from the military... it feels like I found something I lost a long time ago. "Hm well... life's been pretty good to me so far, especially since I get to spend a lot more time with my daughter Janey, and what about you?".

Hearing the light that comes to his voice at the mention of his daughter I smile and can't help it when my mind tries to envision him being a dotting father. Slightly embarrassed I down the rest of my coffee and take a glance looking for a nearby trashcan to discard the cup leaving Coopers lingering glances along my figure and the slight smirk on his face go unnoticed. " That's great I'm glad to hear things have been going well for you... as for me well things are great". Deciding it wouldn't be appropriate to spring family problems on him seeing as it's been years since we have seen each other I keep my answer short and sweet with a billion-dollar smile to match.

Standing as poise as possible I place the empty paper cup on a table close by and straighten out my dress making sure any visible wrinkles like radium in face cream. "Well-". Before Cooper could say another word we were being called to go to get ready to shoot for something that should be a nerve-racking day being my first time around most of these people but I didn't feel nervous if anything I felt excited and maybe it was because I finally have Coop back in my life but I'm gonna disregard that and just say the excitement is no different this time than any other time I've been excited about a movie I'm acting in.

Saying our goodbyes Cooper gives me a charming smile before turning to leave while I grab the almost forgotten cup and throw it away in the nearby trashcan. After an hour in the hair and makeup chair, my mind drifts to my mother and how she's doing even if it feels like a worthless thought seeing as she's lying in a hospital bed dying and not having been able to see her the past couple of weeks has been harder than I thought. Wishing I could be with her and at least hold her hand through this horrid time. I keep thinking about how I'm failing her by not being by her side and it honestly feels like I'm screaming into a void of emptiness and it's starting to swallow me whole. Holding back tears I try and remind myself that I'm doing this for her no matter how hard it is. Once I'm done with hair and Makeup I head towards the set, push down all former emotions, and plaster on that award-winning Hollywood smile and poised look I'm known for having.

After a long day of shooting, I can say I'm very happy to be out of those hot Western clothes especially since it's a surprisingly humid Tuesday in California. On my way out of the studio, I say my goodbyes my smile is not very forced anymore since I could just go home, check on my mother, and then relax before starting all over again. As I reach my car I hear someone call out my name causing me to turn around but seeing who it was made a smile hit my lips and I lean on the car while he gets closer. " Hey, Cooper... did you need anything?".

He had a slight jog in his step and once he reached me his smile turned wider and he gave me a quick up and down. Sliding one hand in his pocket he pulls out a cigarette case and lighter putting the bud of the cig to his lips with a flick of his thumb light he puts both the case and lighter in the chest pocket of his black suit." Yes I do actually... your number i hate that we lost contact and well isn't this a perfect time to catch up". Hearing him I feel a little shocked and I can't help but think it's not a perfect time for anything in my life and it takes me a few seconds longer than normal to answer.

Noticing the hesitance on my face Cooper makes a face of his own one that almost resembled disappointment or at least that's what it looked like to me so before he could say anything I did. " I wouldn't mind that". Just like that we were exchanging numbers and saying our goodbyes and once I got home I thought about the day I had. Thought about Cooper way more than I'm willing to admit and after doing it for longer than seemed sane. I called my mom we talked for a few hours before I turned in for the night my dreams filled with nothing but stars.

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