#I'd like to think he tried his hardest to stay away at first by just watching them sleep

[running-with-kn1ves]

omg aaaa pls do write yan!gangster coming home wasted and chill, im so obsessed with his skrunkly self!!! i think he has such an interesting dynamic with reader, how would he feel if she were quiet in bed and when he asked her why she said its bc she wasnt sure if she were allowed to make noise 🥺

friend don't TEMPT ME I need him lovey dovey wobbly near crying pink tint on his cheeks shirt half unbuttoned blabbering about how much he needs reader and would-- in explicit detail --describe how he would end himself and everyone he knew if he for some reason lost them. He'd fo sure be unhinged if they had managed to get out.

For reader in your scenario,, I think he'd be able to see it on their face. lips pursed in a tight shut with their face scrunched-- he'd think maybe he's hurting them, only to find out they're struggling to stay quiet. If anything, he'll be slightly hurt, knowing they're so cautious in every little thing they do to not set him off, and on the other, he'll feel a little proud for making it so hard for them.

"I don't care if you scream, I wanna hear every little noise out of that sweet mouth."

"Don't get bashful on me now; do I gotta work harder for you to say my name? Let me show you just how competitive I can be."

[httpisaoki]

I'll be imperfect for you ft. yu jimin

-> previous.

warnings. mentions of affairs and divorce, reader is referred as 'han junhi', crying, confessions, etc. etc.

you gave her a small nod, finally agreeing to go somewhere a little more private. with a small smile, she motioned for you to follow her and you did, albeit reluctantly, your expression still one of disinterest.

the walk towards the room that she was leading you would be the most painfully long walk ever. she didn't say anything and neither did you, it was an awkward silence, a nerve wrecking one at the least.

a few quiet minutes later, the two of you were inside a room. despite it still being in the office building, it looked as if no one was inside it and the doors weren't being monitored. 

she shut the doors, the two of you finally alone. she sighed, she was about to tell you what she wanted to talk about. but as she was about to speak, you saw her eyes trail down, her gaze on her own hands as her voice softened. "junhi, can I ask you a question?"

when she spoke, her voice filled with softness, a side that you hadn't seen from her in two years. it was something that caught you off guard, something that made you almost regret your decision to divorce her. 

you gave her a small nod, keeping your gaze neutral, your ears only focusing on her voice. you were still trying to stay professional despite her sudden change in attitude.

she took a deep breath as if she were trying to gather her thoughts. but once she opened her mouth to speak, words wouldn't come out. she let out a small sigh, as if preparing her next words. 

"do you..." she paused for a moment, she gulped, "do you recall my affair?" You tilt your head, visible irritation in your face. "why would you ask that?" she gulped at your tone.

she paused at your tone, the irritation in your face made her flinch even though she was trying her hardest to maintain her composure. 

she swallowed, looking down at her hands to avoid looking at you again, the shame and guilt she was feeling was something she'd been dealing with since that whole affair. 

"just...just answer the question," she spoke softly, the change in her tone was a little jarring.

you raised an eyebrow, albeit forcefully, "yes." you answered. "then I'd ask you if you recall that name, the name of the man I was in a fling with?" she gulped, her fists clenching together. she didn't need to tell you the name, it had been plastered all over the media, there were pictures of them kissing, holding hands...all over everywhere. 

but no one had ever mentioned you during that affair. your name had never been uttered, not in public, not by anyone.

"lee jaewook." your eyes pierced through hers. fury building up inside you. she froze, the name you'd mentioned was something she never thought you'd know. she gulped, her palms already sweaty, nervous. was that why you'd gone cold on her? because you'd found out? it had been all over the media, that'd been true.....but she didn't think you knew...she wished she'd kept quiet.

"and I assume you know he's one of your employees?" you could hear the nervousness in her tone, the fear of your reaction filled her. You let out a small chuckle, amused at the obvious question. "of course." 

she gulped, your tone alone made her shudder, the fear of your reaction was rising inside of her. 

her voice was shaky, she hadn't expected your reaction to be this harsh. she tried to steady her breathing, she was trembling as she spoke, "and...do you know that he's been fired for his behavior?"

"may I ask why is this relevant? it's been 3 years, karina." impatiently, you glares went right through her. "because I have a request for you," she gulped, her voice still trembling. before you could cut her off, she rushed out words, not wanting you to interrupt her, "a request so I want you to listen to me first..."

she flinched at your gaze, your words hurt like a dagger. she looked away, your words digging into her, hurting her. she tried her hardest to keep everything bottled in, she didn't want to show you how much your blunt words hurt her. 

"it's...just something I wanted to...tell you." her voice was still shaky, she still seemed afraid. she didn't know why all of a sudden she was this nervous, there were a million different reasons behind it but she didn't have the energy to explain them.

she took a deep breath when you remained silent, her eyes trailing up to look at yours. were you not going to ask her why? was she telling you this for nothing? did you really not care?

you had been through a divorce so did you feel nothing? her heart was in her throat, it was all she could think about. 

"then let me ask you another question." she began, her tone slightly calmer.

"yes?" you still remained silent, your gaze on hers. this was a business meeting, this was supposed to only be about business.

your eyes gave away nothing, it was as if it was a poker face challenge. but despite how cool you were trying to keep things, one can't help but wonder if there were other things behind your behavior.

"can I ask you..." she continued, the way she paused was as if she was trying to recall her thoughts.

"did it ever cross your mind that I might've ended things with you because of him?" she asked, her voice trembling once more. this was the part where she broke and she didn't know what was coming. 

it hurt just thinking about it now, how could she have thrown away everything for a man she didn't even know? 

just that thought alone made her tremble, she didn't even bother trying to hide it, the thought of you divorcing her...it was something she regretted deeply.

"it was the reason I divorced you," you paused, and hesitantly you continued, "I didn't want you to choose him so I went first," you gulped, your emotions slipping through your cold gaze. 

her eyes soften, "I didn't want you to end things because of a man who is worthless." you let out a shaky breath, "It may be selfish but I broke things off in the worry of you breaking my heart." 

her breath hitched as you spoke, the way you spoke with your whole heart made her shiver. she didn't expect this side of you to come out to her, she thought you were just going to be cold towards her as if you were strangers.

"you..." she paused, her eyes widening for a moment before she looked away again, her cheeks turning red with embarrassment. "did you really..." she couldn't think of the correct words, and the realization that you'd left her out of fear of being hurt, it made tears pricked at her eyes.

you had divorced her to avoid the inevitable, her decision.

Though she was aware that the decision she made that day was one she still regretted, the thought of breaking your heart had been a fear of hers. even back then, she never wanted to be the one to hurt you in any way...despite her wrongdoing, she could never bear to see you hurt.

"you don't know me, karina." you whispered, my face remained stoic but there was a hurt in your eyes that she couldn't face. "even after 10 years, we were never really together. you didn't know me, I didn't know you. we were strangers." 

her breaths became shaky, the bitterness on her face was gone. you were right, the two of you never really knew one another even after all those years together. all of it was surface level love, it was never fully unconditional, it was conditional.

her silence was her agreeing with you. she couldn't say anything to your words because she knew they were true. it hurt to realize that the two of you were actually strangers despite having been together for 10 years.

you sighed before muttering, "we are strangers."

her face froze. you had said it, something that everyone knew but no one dared to say out loud. it was the cold truth that you had acknowledged, just like that. 

she couldn't find anything to say afterwards, she didn't know how to counter your words, you were right. all those moments that the two of you were together, all those years, they were wasted, they were meaningless. you didn't know each other, she didn't know you, you didn't know her.

but there was a silent feeling she felt, the desire to be more, for the both of you to be more. as she gathered up the courage, you let out a breath, "and if I want to get to know you?" as she said that, you let a tear fall from your eyes, 

her voice breaking. “junhi.. I—” there was a lump in her throat that she struggled to swallow down. this was not something that she was expecting in any way. her words caught the both of you by surprise and they filled you with a bittersweetness. 

something inside of you was still holding onto the love she felt for you, and to have her say this after everything. you gulped, the sudden crack in her voice made your eyes widen. she couldn't hold back anymore. it was ridiculous but maybe there there was something unspoken between the two of you after all those years.

fighting back tears, you let out a whisper,

“Then I’d love to.”

-> third part already I LOVE NOT HAVING WRITER'S BLOCKK

[draftingnovels-imagines]

First Meeting \\ Werewolf x Reader + Vampire x Reader

Summary: The first meeting you have with your monster boyfriend

Tags: GN!Reader, Werewolf [full moon, trapped animal, bear traps (no wound descriptions), petting a werewolf, barista] / Vampire [high society events, waitressing, clumsiness, pet names, feasting, death (not graphic)]

Word Count: ~1200

Notes: I wanted to add a third "monster" in here but I couldn't figure out how to fit it in here. Maybe I'll introduce what I was thinking sometime later

Werewolf

The first time you lock your eyes is during a full moon.

You're making your way home. It's not that late, but it is rather cold outside. You're bundled up as best you can be in this weather. As you walk down the street, you hear an animal crying out in the brushes next to you. It's a loud, shrill sound. It sounds like it's in pain.

On any other day, you would have ignored the sound. However, something about it draws you close. It's probably a deer or something, right...? You go through the bushes to find a giant wolf. It towered over you, reaching up and away with fervor. Its leg was caught in a bear trap, and it looked rather bad. Nails dug into the dirt as it braced itself on a tree. Long fur swished as it tried its best to pull away and run, but it was to no avail. It howled again, loud and forlorn, before curling up. It looked resigned to its fate.

Then... it sees you.

It begins to snarl, bearing teeth and body shifting into a guarded stance. Was it truly angry or was it scared? You put your hands up. You don't mean any harm, but it doesn't know that. As you make your way over to the trap, it stays guarded but doesn't snap at you. It takes a minute, and a lot of strength, but you eventually open the trap and release the wolf. It limps out, standing at it's full, bipedal height. It suddenly dawns on you.

This is not a wolf. This is something else entirely.

For some reason, though. You're not scared. It's staring at you, lowering itself to be at eye-level. You reach out to pet it. It flinched at the thought of your touch, but eventually, it pressed its face into your hand. It's... warm, and fluffy. Like a large dog. You can't help but laugh. "Stay safe, alright?" You ask. It nods. Finally, it runs off into the night.

Probably one of the weirdest experiences you've had, but at least you saved it from whatever hunters put those traps up in the first place. You go to sleep to the sounds of howling. Before it was just annoying, but now you had a slight appreciation.

You wake up and go to a new coffee shop with a friend. They offered and there's no shame in trying something new!

It's packed. Clearly this is more of a hot spot than you two thought. The people behind the counter are working the hardest, but once catches your eye. He's at the counter is working on drinks for a moment before he comes up to the register. He looks tired, as if he didn't get much sleep the night before. His hair is messy and the bags underneath his eyes were deep.

"Hello. What can I get--" Once he focused on you, he cut himself off. His gaze felt familiar in a way you can't describe. You tilted your head in confusion.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"It's you. From last night. It's really you! I thought I'd never see you again." His grin is bright. You blink in confusion before you recognized him.

He's the wolf.

"Hey! You're holding up the line!" Someone shouts behind you. You look behind and see that the line is going out the door.

Maybe you two should have your reunion later.

Vampire

The first time you lock eyes, you see something you're not supposed to.

High-society events aren't your thing. The people they bring are somewhat selfish. Even so, tending tables was a good gig, especially at the most expensive venue in town. It paid enough and it allowed you to get a glimpse into a life you'd never have.

You make your way through the crowd, passing out hors d'oeuvres to anyone who wants. Some thank you, others turn their nose up to you and walk away. You've been working her for a while. At one point, the comments used to hurt you, but now they roll off your shoulders. This particular party is strange, though, but it's something you can't put your finger on. The guests are all affluent but mysterious. Some of these names you've never even heard of. Yet the clothes they wear and the people they're with clearly have more money that you've ever seen. As you deliberate on it and make your rounds, someone bumps into you. Luckily, you don't spill anything.

"I am so sorry. I wasn't watching where I was going." He says, his tone seeming genuine. You chuckle. At least someone here was nice.

"It's fine. How are you finding our service here?" You ask, in your most customer-service tone.

"You don't need to talk to me like that, darling. I'm not above you."

Charming. Maybe asking him would get some answers. "Well, I am serving you and the rest of this party. Is it always this--"

"Dull? Oh, you have no idea. They try to have these galas once every few years, and yet they never really do anything with it!"

"I was going to say 'affluent.'"

"Oh." He clears his throat. "Er... yes. Sort of."

You briefly touch his hand and it's cold to the touch. He pulled away quickly, clearing his throat. "Already trying to get hands on me? You haven't even asked me my name yet." He chuckled. While he tried his best to be smooth, you could hear the nervousness in his voice. You went to ask, but were interrupted by your boss yelling at you for not being back.

Once meals are served, things settle down for you, save for refilling people's glasses. You're so close to getting a break! Unfortunately, you trip over one of the tablecloths and fall this time. The tray of wine glasses you're holding comes crashing down and makes a mess on the tile floor. You're not even sure what to do for a moment, frozen in shock. Other workers came and rushed you off, telling you to get a mop or something else to clean this all up. Luckily, your clothes weren't stained so you wouldn't have to get changed. Silver linings, right? Still, you go to the closet and pull on the knob. Locked.

...Locked? That doesn't make any sense. Why keep things locked up in case of a spill. Not thinking anything of that, you open the door.

You take in a breath and all you can smell is blood. It's pungent, and makes you cover your mouth. One of your coworkers, a girl you hadn't known well, lay still in the arms of a guy feasting on her neck. It's messy. It's repulsive. You can't even scream, it's so much. You just stand there in silence, eyes glued to the sight as he finishes the job. Once he's done, only then do you see his face.

It's one you were hoping not to see.

"It's you, darling."

[bruciemilf]

Okay so civilian AU where the batkids don't want their dad dating Clark (not because they hate Clark, they love him, they just don't want their dad Dating) but they don't outright say it because Clark makes Bruce happy, so they just. Commit micro aggressions.

Clark gets turned around in the Manor? Jason has a snarky comment about how "if you can't even find your way around a house, how do you expect to find your way around Gotham?"

There's a bomb threat while they're out at the mall (it's Gotham) and Clark’s slightly panicking. Dick helps calm him down, but not without the patronizing comment of, "the first bomb threat's always the hardest. You're not going to last long here if you still get so freaked out about bomb threats—it's best if you just go back to Metropolis."

Clark asks why Cass resorts to sign language only when around him, like stops mid-sentence and switches to sign when he enters the room. Cass looks innocently at him and signs, "I only speak around people I'm comfortable with and I know will stay."

Damian just flat-out ignores him. Clark can't even say anything because Damian’s just Like That. Titus chews up all Clark’s clothes? "I'm not responsible for my dog's habits, Kent."

Clark tries and fails to articulate a business proposal on the behalf of WE Tim comes to rescue him with a sympathetic but pointed comment about how, "it's okay, not everyone knows how to pitch proposals. In upper-class society, it's a necessary skill—even Steph knows, and I doubt she's ever set foot in WE, but it's fine you don't know, really! Just...stay away from my company, will you? It's a family affair."

Clark Knows they don't like him, but the comments are isolated and innocent enough that he can't point anything out without it seeming like he's nitpicking.

- batposts (on anon because I'd rather you didn't see my main)

WHEEZE POOR CLARK - this tastes so much like the bitterness I had for my mom's first boyfriend. Let me tell you me and my brother invented a new layer of hell for that man.

OH OH OH - Clark thinks the batkids are invincible, they're Bruce's perfect baby angels (quoted from the titan dad himself) but he quickly realizes that's not the case at all.

Like, maybe Tim says something snarky during dinner, something intentionally smarmy about the class difference between clark and Bruce and isn't it wonderful they lasted so long despite being so different?

And Clark doesn't even blink at that, he's used to Tim being Tim, but Bruce? " What did you say, Timothy Jackson Drake-Wayne?"

An ivory red lits Tim's ghostly pale painted face on fire. " Um. Jay-"

" Don't look at me, man."

" Dick-"

" Eşti pe cont propriu, cretinule. (You're on your own, moron - I like to think Dick only ever insults his siblings in Romanian)

" Steph?"

" No habla little bitch."

" Dami?"

Damian stares at him, silently squishing his cheek againts a fuming Bruce's forearm. Needless to say Tim doesn't have desert or coffee for a WEEK and Bruce has a long talk with his kids.

Counterattack: Clark's kids do the exact opposite. They just snatch Bruce, OUR DAD NOW, CHUCKLEFUCKS, and dip straight up.

When they actually DO meet, let Jon look at Dami glowering at him, because NEW BABIES? IN THE NEST? NO- and just laugh.

He laughs. That's it. " Okay, first of all, you're adorable and I love everything about you. "

Conner is straight up like,

hey Jason, right? You don't have to worry about Bruce anymore, dude. I'm kinda planning on moving in? So you can move back out. I know for a fact you have the best room in this overpriced box and I plan on taking it. Haha, just messing! Seriously though, move out. I got this.

[steveshairychest]

During high school, Eddie goes through the five stages of grief when he realises he's got a crush on Steve Harrington.

Denial comes first. He ignores his crush. He pretends not to be affected by Steve's smile, Steve's laugh, his sparkly eyes, and stupid perfect hair. When he catches himself staring at Steve across the cafeteria, he tears his eyes away angrily and reminds himself he's being an idiot. He doesn't have a crush on Steve.

Denial shifts into anger when he can't ignore it any longer. He has a crush on Steve fucking Harrington. Eddie scowls at himself in the school bathroom mirror, there's grass in his hair from where Steve and his friends shoved him to the ground 'accidentally' and he's pissed. He's pissed at Steve, at Tommy H and at himself; himself especially. He can't believe he has a crush on the guy who pushes people around with his friends, the guy that sneers down at kids like Eddie and beats people up for the smallest things. He's angry at himself for liking such an absolute dick.

Then he starts bargaining with himself. He lies on the floor of his bedroom, a cigarette in one hand, and the pencil Steve borrowed last week in the other. Things like - 'if only i could kiss him just once, then i'd never think about him again.' 'If I move schools, I won't have to see him.' - spiral around in his head as he tries to think of ways to get over his very inconvenient crush on Steve. Except he's bargaining with himself and he's not even sure if he's capable of getting over Steve. The jock has made himself quite comfortable in Eddie's mind (and heart).

Word that Nancy and Steve are dating reaches Eddie during lunch, and he tries his hardest to mask his disappointment, his jealousy. He wouldn't go as far as to say he is depressed, a little sad maybe. He knew that he had no chance with Steve, but that doesn't make it any easier to ignore the ache in his heart and it was even harder to resist curling up in bed and not moving all weekend. Eddie tells Wayne he's sick and that he needs to skip school on Monday. He isn't ready to see Nancy and Steve's no doubt over the top displays of affection

The acceptance doesn't come for a while. Steve graduates. Eddie doesn't. He's left wandering the school halls asking himself why his crush on Steve didn't leave when the jock graduated. Why is he still looking for Steve across the cafeteria? Why does he try to find Steve in a crowd of people? Why is he so caught up on a guy that he doesn't even see anymore? It doesn't make sense.

And then he sees Steve, really sees Steve.

He wishes they would have met under different circumstances. He can't even find it in himself to be excited to see Steve because he just watched a girl die in his trailer. And he's wanted by the police and said girls crazy boyfriend is hunting him and he's really freaking the fuck out.

Steve Harrington is the last person he expects to see admist all the chaos that is now his life.

But Eddie comes to learn that this Steve is different, softer, kinder. He doesn't call Eddie crazy when he explains what happened in his trailer. Actually, Steve is the one that sounds insane while explaining that there is an 'evil Hawkins with monsters' and that this sort of stuff apparently happens all the time. He struggles to accept that fact.

Eddie's crush on Steve starts to spiral out of control the more time they spend together preparing to fight an evil being Eddie isn't entirely sure exists. He wants to run and hide, but Steve’s smile has a hold on Eddie. The soft way he says Eddie's name and ensures him, "It'll be fine. We've done this a million times." Makes something inside Eddie want to stay by Steve's side. It wants to bump shoulders with Steve and tell him lame jokes to lighten the mood. It wants to ask questions that he never got to ask when they were younger. It just wants Steve, no, he just wants Steve.

Eddie's own impending doom causes him to start not hating the idea of having a crush on Steve.

And when they're saying goodbye and promising each other not to be heroes, all Eddie wants to do is confess. To tell Steve everything before things can go wrong. But the words die on his tongue the second Steve meets his eye. He can't do it. He's not ready to be rejected. "Make him pay." Eddie says instead, his smile wobbling slightly as he watches Steve leave.

The acceptance comes while he lays on the ground, his gaze blurry and his body numb as he watches the bats fall to the ground. Steve did it, he thinks to himself. He wants to laugh because, of course, his last thought would be of Steve, his lifelong crush. He can hear feet slapping the concrete and voices echoing around him but he's already too far gone to call out, to ask for help. There's no helping him. He's accepted that, and he's accepted his crush on Steve.

But now, as Steve runs towards Eddie's lifeless body, we are back at square one. Denial.

[lost-walmartbag]

Warning: swearing

Background: Kyle decides to speak to you after years of silence

Status: ongoing

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Peace by your side: chapter one

September is an awkward month. It's not insanely hot but it isn't cold enough to not want to die every time you see stairs that are more than three steps. Sometimes it feels like the world is taunting you telling you to suffer. One day it rains and you think it's okay to finally wear that long sleeve you've had saved up only to look like a sinner in church by lunch.

So why do I keep making the same mistake every single year? It's been this way since I was a kid, but apparently, my brain turns to jelly by summer and stays that way until winter because nothing sticks. It wouldn't be so bad if the walk to school wasn't adding to how uncomfortable I felt in my long-sleeve shirt.

It would also help if I didn't know Kyle was behind me. I knew I shouldn't hate him but fuck. He didn't even try to stay friends after 'the incident' with our moms happened. I don't know many details all I know is I wasn't even allowed to think of the name Broflovski within a 20-mile radius of my house, let alone be friends with one.

Just walk straight for another 7 feet. Turn left. Another 20 feet. Turn right and boom you'll be able to avoid him properly. You got this Y/N!

It sucks that it has to be this way. Kyle just had to make it awkward by keeping his eyes on my every movement. He thinks I don't know he's staring at me right now, but of course I do. And it fucking sucks.

Just as I was about to take that left turn Kyle decided that today of all days was the day to speak to me again after eleven years of pure silence. Of course, I didn't help that but that's beside the point.

As I try to turn the corner, Kyle catches up. He is now on my right side and I try my best to ignore him until he speaks.

"H-hey. Um, how have you.." He stammered out before clearing his throat. "How've you been?"

I cringe hearing him stumble over his words. He was always kind of shy. Of course, he knew how to stand up for himself and I'd even seen him get in a few fights in middle school, but for some reason even when shy he was open with me. He never stumbled over his words when he was with me. Well, at least he didn't use to.

He noticed I hadn't responded and even though I was looking forward I could see his once-shy smile falter. He cleared his throat again and looked down at his feet while still keeping up with my pace.

Which I increased on purpose. Take the hint dude.

"Did you have a good birthday?"

"I guess." I manage to let out.

"Oh cool. Cool." He said, clearly struggling to figure out what to say next so the conversation didn't die. Not that it was really alive to begin with. I decided to put him out of his misery.

"It literally rained last night why is it already heating up?" I muttered and out of my peripheral, I saw him crack a smile.

"Yeah Mother Nature is a bit weird, isn't she? Pulling a weird prank that you fall for every time." He said huffing out a laugh.

I couldn't help but smile a bit even though I tried my fucking hardest to fight it. "I'll get it right one day."

"You know it's not so bad. At least you aren't a daywalker?" He said basically forcing a laugh out of my throat.

He used to do that a lot. Whenever I was upset about something he would bring up how amazing it was that I wasn't a 'daywalker' like him. It was a term Cartman had come up with, that he absolutely hated but then coined it for himself. He was a hypocrite like that.

I looked up at him for the first time since he walked to my side and I felt my breath hitch. Fuck. Fuck. I knew I avoided looking at him for the last eleven years but how the fuck did he change so much since the last time I actually looked at him? When did he get tall? When did he cut his hair? When did he get so....hot?

I quickly looked away. Fuck. Yeah, real smooth Y/N. Apparently, he seemed to think so too because I could see his shoulders shaking in my peripheral. My cheeks heat up and all I want to do right now is push him into traffic, or more preferably, myself.

As we turn right he switches over to my left side.

"Is it already too hot for the long-sleeve?"

"Y-yeah," I say feeling the heat run up my neck to my cheeks. I just want this to be over. "W-why are you even talking to me right now?"

"Oh um, I." He started. My question seemed to really throw him off and I couldn't help but feel bad about how mean I sounded.

"Sorry um, that was rude. I just- I mean I-"

"No no, it's ok. We haven't talked in a while and I...I guess what I'm trying to say is.."

Before he could finish speaking, a soft hand grabbed my arm and pulled me further away from his side. I look to my right seeing Heidi, pulling me away from Kyle. Heidi knew as much as anyone why I hated Kyle and she both loved and hated him for it. Loved because she happily filled his 'best friend' role when we stopped talking. And hated, because she was there to see how torn up about it I was.

I still am some days but I won't tell her that. She tapped me two times on the arm as her way of asking if I was okay. I tensed my arm in my way of telling her I wasn't.

Did I want to know what Kyle wanted? Yeah of course. But did I want to stay here trying to awkwardly fumble a conversation with the dude who has been ignoring me for almost 12 years? Fuck no.

She cleared her throat and I let out a silent groan as she prepared to act her ass off.

"Oh my god! Y/N I found this really cute bag at the mall yesterday you totally have to come with me it would totally go with that outfit you got last month." She said in an exaggerated valley girl voice as she practically dragged me away.

I looked over my shoulder to see Kyle start to reach out but stop himself. He watched me for a moment before hanging his head and kicking a small rock in front of him.

It's better this way. I used to miss Kyle and seeing him today just made things hard. If that's not a sign that we should keep this 'pretending the other doesn't exist' thing going I don't know what is. We both know it'll end badly if we don't.

I turn to Heidi who once out of earshot stopped talking about shoes and makeup and let out a deep breath.

"The things I do for you." She said dropping the weird valley girl voice.

"I appreciate it."

"Why was he talking to you anyway? What did he say?" She asked pulling her hand away from my arm.

"He asked about my birthday and-"

"Did you tell him about it? About the...thing?" She interrupted.

"N-no I just said it went well and then I asked him why he was even talking to me and then you came."

"How do you feel? He hasn't said a thing to you since you were what? Five?"

"Six." I corrected her.

"Six. And now outta nowhere, he wants to act all buddy buddy?"

"Look I don't know either ok?" I said with a sigh and leaned my head back as we walked to class.

"OK ok. How do you feel about it?"

"Fine? It's not like I died."

"No Y/N. How do you feel about it?" She repeated and I knew I wasn't going to get out of this easily.

"I feel...I feel. Not good? My face was on fire when I looked at him. I didn't notice how much he changed since the last time we talked and fuck when he laughed or smiled or breathed I felt...fuck I don't know."

"Was it purring?"

"Heidi! Ew gross!" I said putting my face in my hands as she laughed.

"I hate him if you hate him. I just wanna make sure we're on the same page. Do you still hate him?"

I bite my lip. Yes of course I still hate him. Is what I wanna say but is it the truth? His smile was so warm. He really didn't change that much. I used to love the person he was and if he's still that person does that mean that I still love him? Platonically of course.

"Hey~ Earth to Y/N~" Heidi said moving her hand in front of my face and stopping outside of our class.

"Yes of course I do. He abandoned me. Didn't even try not to. I hate him."

"Are you telling me or yourself?" She asked softly and I could tell she was serious. I look into her eyes and sigh.

"Both."

"That's ok. Let's go do math."

"I'd rather die." I grumble as we walk into the room.

"You will one day just after math."

A/N: Yo. Thought I could post since I had some free time to finish up this chapter. Hope It was to your liking cause I did like writing it. Also if you guys have given me a request don't worry I will get to them......eventually. Hey don't hate me please I just need some time and I really hope you guys can accept that and support me for that. I will get to them promise promise promise. So if you're thinking about sending a request I will do it but don't expect it soon. Especially if you can see and want it to be long. Anyway, enough of that. Thank you for reading I hope you enjoyed it. I love you all 🩷🩷🩷🩷

[dameronsknight]

Oh, oh! How about a Poe Dameron oneshot where the reader(f) and Poe have a very steamy goodbye the night he leaves to fight for the Resistance and then he comes back a year later (or years, maybe after the First Order is defeated in ROS) and the reader has a baby (a daughter she names after Poe’s mom) that he didn’t know about. Obviously with a happy ending, my man would be an amazing dad.

“I promise…”

a/n: aaaaaaaaaa thank you for requesting this! i think i almost cried while writing it, and i *tried* to write the... steamy part... lmao ANYWAYS, i hope you like it! comments and feedback are well recieved :)

word count: i have no idea bub

warnings: unplanned pregnancy, small mention of a period, reader is female, sad but the rest is flufffff

"Why don´t you come with me?" Poe asked.

"What am I gonna do in the Resistance? I'm not a pilot or a medic. I don't know anything about fixing ships. I'd be useless over there." I said with a sigh.

Poe was looking at me with desperate eyes. He had to leave to join the Resistance. Someone offered him to be one of the pilots. I'm very happy for him because I know how much he loves to fly, but I can't help but feel sad, wishing he wouldn't leave.

Poe looked down and shook his head. "I just don't wanna leave you." He said.

I stood up and walked towards him to gently grab his hand. "But I know how much you wanna go. Saving the galaxy is what you have to do and it calls out to you." I said. Poe leaned forward and rested his forehead on mine.

"I don't wanna leave you." He repeated. I gave him a sad smile.

"I'll be okay here on my little farm. You don't have to worry about me." I said.

Maker, my heart was hurting. It's as if someone is actually trying to rip it out of my vhest. This is it... this is the last time I'll evr see Poe.

"I'll try to come visit you. Any time I have a chance." He said.

"I don't think you'll have time to visit me. You're gonna be a pilot. You'll have missions and responsibilities." I said. Poe shook his head and leaned back to look in my eyes.

"I promise I will. Sweetheart, you're the most important thing in my life." H esaid before cupping my face. "I promise..."

He didn't let me say anything else as he leaned in to kiss me. It was intense and desperate. Poe obviously had control and my knees were goin weak.

We started to walk backwards until my legs hit the bed. I broke away when my lungs felt like they were on fire. Poe was breathing heavily as his hands were still on my cheeks.

"Let me say goodbye to you in the way that you deserve, baby." He said and my heart skipped a beat. A funny feeling appeared in my lower abdomen.

I breathed out an 'okay' and Poe's lips were instantly back on mine. Our clothes were quickly discarted and he laid me down on the bed before getting on top of me, but our lips never seperated.

It was a night full of short breaths, moans and desperate kisses. Poe's weight on top of me as he would kiss my neck and whisper praises in my ear. I never experienced anything like this before.

When we both came to our limits, we stayed there breathing heavily. Poe buried his face in my neck and i started to run my fingers through his hair. I could feel his nose tickling my skin.

"I don't wanna leave you." Poe whispered loud enough for me to hear him.

The realization started to set in and tears started to form in my eyes. I didn't want Poe to see me sad.

I don't want you to leave...

But I never said it.

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It's been 2 months since Poe left, and it was the hardest goodbye I ever had to say. I've been feeling so sick and with zero energy. I didn't have the best appetite. Of course I blame it on the fact that I miss Poe like crazy.

In these couple of months the galaxy has gotten crazier and very unsafe. The First Order has been catching up to the Resistance's plans and they've become dangerous and evil. Several news of planets being destroyed and systems being taken over.

That means Poe hasn't visited or contacted me not even once.

I don't blame him though. He must be very busy. Yavin IV is safe from all the chaos so I don't want him to worry.

Today I was outside with my animals, until suddenly, My stomach flipped and I felt fery sick. So I ran inside to the bathroom and hunched over the toilet.

Maker what was happening to me? I sat down on the bathroom floor trying to catch my breath. I turned my head and caught a glimpse of a box of pads. Then I realized...

I'm late.

Uh oh. Very, very late to be exact. How could I not realize?! It's been a month and my period didn¿t come. In my defense, I was distracted by Poe's absence.

Ok, ok... calm down. It can't be... I can't be pregnant. Actually, I could be, but i really didn't want to be given the circumstances.

Later that day, I got on my small speeder and went to the local fai to get a homemade test. When I went back home, I walked in the bathroom with trembling hands that were holding the pregnancy test.

10 minutes passed and I couldn't dare to look at the small stick. A million thoughts were passing through my mind. I was shaking, playing with my hair, sitting down, standing up and walking around. Anything to distract myself.

I finally brought myself to look at the test. It confirmed what I was afraid of.

I'm pregnant.

"Maker... what am I gonna do?" I said to myself.

Do I even tell Poe? I don't even know how to contact him. And I can't fly out to the Resistance base because it costs a lot of credits.

Does Poe even want to be a dad? We never had the chance to talk about it.

I'm gonna have a baby and I can't even tell the father. A baby. My baby. I looked down at my stomach and a strong feeling bloomed in my chest. I'm gonna be a mom. Nobody prepares you for this, but somehown I think we're gonna be alright.

"We're gonna be okay, little one. I promise." I said as iI placed my hands on top of where my baby was growing.

Everything is gonna be alright.

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5 years later

I heard noises of what sounded like an engine, so I walked into the room only to find my daughter on her bed mimicking an X-Wing’s noise. She was holding the bed head and going nyooom with her mouth.

“Shara, sweetie, what are you doing?” I asked and laughed.

“Mama!” She squealed.

Just like your father… I thought. Shara was so much like Poe. Her little curls bouncing as she played and those big beautiful brown eyes looking at me.

“Here comes an X-Wing to pick Shara up! Pshhhh” I said as I ran over to her and picked her up, placing her on my shoulders and running out of the room. Shara giggled while holding my hands.

I took her outside to the front yard and started spinning around making her get more excited.

“We arrived to your destination, little one! You saved the galaxy!” I said and I brought her down to my arms. “I wish your dad was here to teach you how to fly.”

Suddenly, one of my neighbors came running to my house while shouting my name.

“Hey, how are you?” I asked once he reached my front yard.

“Miss! I have great news!” He said out of breath. “The First Order have been beaten. The galaxy is finally safe!”

I gasped and my eyes widened. “The Resistance won?” I asked.

“Yes! Isn’t that amazing? Those bastards are finally gone!” He said and I smiled.

“That’s great news!” I said and hugged Shara tightly.

“My daughter’s death will no longer be in vain anymore.” He said and I gave him a sympathetic smile. We hugged and then he went back to his house.

That night I could see fireworks from afar. The whole galaxy was celebrating and there was finally peace.

I couldn’t help but think about Poe. I wonder if he’s okay, how he’s doing. I just hope… Maker, I hope he’s still alive.

Shara and I were playing by the fireplace until she fell asleep. I took her to her bed while humming a song until a placed her on it. She curled up into a ball when I covered her and kissed her forehead.

“Sweet dreams, little one.” I said.

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The next day, I was outside with the animals while Shara was at a close distance picking up flowers and talking to herself.

Then, I heard the sound of a fighter getting closer. When I looked up, I saw an X-Wing land on the field in front of my house. The pilot’s seat window opened, revealing the only man who’s been on my mind with a small droid following him.

“Poe.” I said. He was at a certain distance, but somehow we locked eyes once he got out of his ship. My heart was racing and I could move. My breaths were becoming uneven and my eyes never left him.

Poe was walking and getting closer to me. I stood in the same place, fiddling with my fingers. He stopped one foot away from me.

“Hi, sweetheart.” He said with a small smile. I could feel a lump in my throat and my eyes filled with tears.

“Poe…” I said. But I didn’t move, I just looked at him and all over his body, just in case I made him up in my imagination.

“Maker, I’ve missed you.” He said and I could see his eyes full of tears, but none of them were yet falling down his face.

“You’re- you’re back. Poe, you’re back.” I said taking a step forward, but stopping myself because I was still afraid he wasn’t real.

Poe, knowing me very well, must’ve noticed this, and reached out to grab my hand. I gasped when his skin came in contact with mine. “I’m back. I’m right here, it’s me.” He said.

I let out a sob and threw my arms around his neck. I hugged him tightly and he returned the gesture. Tears were falling down my face.

“I missed you so much, Poe. I can’t believe you’re here.” I said and he was rubbing my back.

“I know, baby. I missed you too. I came back the moment we won.” Poe said before leaning back to look at me. “We won.”

“I know. I’m so proud of you and I’m so glad you’re okay.” I said with a smile. Poe looked down, seeming ashamed all of a sudden.

“I’m sorry I didn’t come back. I swear I wanted to but everything was crazy and dangerous. I even got taken in by the First Order…” He said and my heart dropped.

“What?! They took you hostage- What did they do to you? How did it happen?” I asked.

“Yeah, I’m fine. They didn’t do much, don’t worry.” He said before taking a strand of my hair behind my ear. “But that’s when I swore I would fight. I was gonna do whatever it took to save the galaxy and come back to you… And I did.” Poe said making me smile.

“You did and that’s what matters now.” I said. Poe let out a huge breath and looked down at my lips.

“Please let me kiss you. It’s been a long time.” He said and I instantly connected my lips with his. We pulled each other closer.

We stayed like that for a good minute until we heard some beeping, making us pull away. I looked down and BB-8 was there with his head tilted.

“Hey there, Beebs. I missed you too.” I said. and he beeped back.

Poe gave me that charming smile that I knew too well. Then, he briefly glanced behind me and his smile dropped.

“What is it?” I asked and turned around only to see Shara getting closer with a bunch of flowers in her hand. The sight of her made me smile and I looked back at Poe.

“That’s my daughter.” I said which made Poe’s face fall into disappointment. “…Which also makes her your daughter.” I spoke again and Poe’s face lit up.

“We… We have a daughter?” He asked. I looked back at Shara, who was counting her flowers.

“Shara? Come here, honey.” I said.

“Shara?” Poe asked as he looked at me with the biggest smile i’ve ever seen.

Shara looked up and ran towards us. She glanced at Poe with a curious look and never took his eyes off him.

I bent down and Poe did the same. “Honey, this is Poe Dameron.” I said.

“I’m Dameron too.” Shara said with a gasp. Poe was speechless.

“Remember that picture I showed you of your dad? This is him.” I said.

Shara looked at Poe, surely trying to connect the face she saw in the picture to Poe’s face. Then she recognized him and a bright smile, similar to Poe’s, appeared on her face.

“Dad! It’s you!” She said before throwing her little arms around Poe.

When I looked at Poe’s face, it was full of tears and he hugged her back picked her up. He closed his eyes and swayed her from side to side.

“Oh, Maker… I can’t believe it.” He said just above a whisper. “I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry for not being here.”

I shook my head as I started crying again. “There’s nothing to apologize for. I couldn’t find a way to contact you and tell you… You couldn’t have known.” I said.

Shara leaned back to look at her dad’s face. She cupped his face with her little face making Poe smile. BB-8 was rolling around them both.

“How old are you, little one?” He asked.

“Mommy calls me that too!” She said, making me chuckle.

“She’s four years old. Almost five. Isn’t that right, sweetie?” I said and Shara nodded.

“Daddy can be here for my birthday right?” Shara asked with a pout on her face.

“Of course, I will. I’m not going anywhere. I’ll stay with you girls forever.” Poe said before looking at me. “I promise.”

I nodded and wrapped my arms around them both. Poe kissed my forehead and Shara’s cheek. “I love you both so so much. I love you.” He said, looking at me at the last part of that sentence.

“I love you too.” I said.

We stayed like that for a while until Shara spoke. “Daddy can teach me how to fly!” Poe gasped and placed her on his shoulders, just like I did yesterday.

“I’m gonna teach you all the tricks! Let’s goooo! Pshhhhh!” He said while mimicking an X-Wing with Shara. I laughed as I watched them play around.

Our family is finally complete.

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[deepperplexity]

Prompt 3. Snowballing [B2]

Pairing: Snape x Fem!OC

POV: First, OC

Setting: Hogwarts, Snape’s Office

Continuation of: Prompt 2. Restless Waiting

A/N: Well, let's continue the story we started yesterday, shall we? 🤭 Gosh, the prompts just matched up so figured I'd go for it 😂👏 On another note, I really want to thank you all for being here, it means a lot and I hope you'll stay all through this journey 🥰❤

Tags/TW’s: Half A Love Confession, Hugging, Fear Of Loss/Hurting, Implied Past Torture, Mentions Future Torture, Selfberating, Worry For Loved One, Holding Hands, Jealousy, Confessions In Thoughts

Word Count: 1.5k+

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“Severus, Severus?” I crawled forward while still holding his head up. He was unmoving, his breathing uneven and far too shallow. I cradled his head in my lap, stroking away the black tendrils of damp hair from his pale face with trembling fingers. He nearly wheezed out his breaths; I undid the top buttons of his coat and shirt before tugging loose the tightly wrapped cravat to free up space around his throat. My fingers trembled but I had no time to think about what I was doing.

“Severus,” I exhaled, trying to find some semblance of a coherent thought or figure out what to do, what was wrong, what in the cauldron had happened to the man in my lap. It didn’t help that my heart ran rampant, and my mind turned into a fumbling nonsensical muscle of not a single reasonable thought when the man I loved was near — more so apparently when the situation turned dire.

I looked him over, trying to see any sign of damage, physical hurt, or any wounds but I couldn’t see anything wrong. I couldn’t heal what I didn’t know of, I wasn’t a skilled healer or even slightly good at it. What do I do? What do I do? What the bloody hell do I do?! “Severus, please, what happened?” I asked even if he couldn’t reply and adjusted his head, making sure his airways were clear while he lay atop my folded legs. I thank my chosen mother for teaching me the muggle ways of doing things, her being in the medical field and her constant need to teach seemed a great gift in the moment. His hand slid from his stomach to the floor, an ominous thud in the gloomy dark while his breathing evened out, drawing a sigh of relief from me.

I held his head steady and tried to make my head function to figure out what to do while my heart seemed to pound in my chest. I’d never been so close to him, he was so beautiful and powerful yet there he lay, knocked out and atop my lap in a cold dungeon. Cold! I reached for my wand, only to look back to see it on the sofa. Bloody hell!

As gently as I could, I placed his head on the floor and turned to reach for it. I flicked it, setting a roaring fire ablaze in the hearth, before casting the levitation spell to move Severus to the sofa where I gently sat him down. Slipping my wand into my cloak's inner pocket, I grabbed a pillow and propped it gently under his head. His neck was sticky with cold sweat and his breathing turned harsher yet deeper.

I sat down on my knees beside him, watching the profile of his face, the hooked nose, the tucked chin, the only barely raised outline of his thin lips. He was such a beautiful vision, despite his ashen skin. Belinna! Get your head straight! The man is obviously bloody hurt and you’re-, what? Daydreaming about his profile?! Get it together you schoolgirl-hearted idiot!

“I should get Minerva, she’ll know what to do.” Yet, I didn’t want to leave him there. Alone, unwatched. “This is snowballing out of control… I’m snowballing… Just like father said I always would.” The memory came unwelcome, my father by birth yelling at me to keep my emotions in check, that I would ruin my magic with all my feelings and snowball out of control. I’d tried my hardest to lock away my emotions after that, I had only been eight years old but the wound was too deep to ever fully heal. I never dared reach out or explore my inner thoughts or feelings after that.

It wasn’t until seeing Severus, during the Valentia Ball in my seventh year, that I had another uncontrollable emotion. It hadn’t been proper, I hadn’t acted on it or spoken a word of it. He had never noticed me anyway, me being right there in the middle as usual — except, of course, at the ball, I’d been on the outskirts without a partner. There, yet not part of it fully, only dancing one dance with Daniel Wallasin halfway through the night. Unnoticed.

But I watched him, every second I got that night, I watched him with a trembling sensation through my entire body. I couldn’t do anything about it, still couldn’t. So I sat there, not knowing what to do, not wanting to leave him despite some far-off thoughts about fetching someone to help. I grasped his chilly hand, gently tucking my fingers between his and squeezing a bit, while I remained on my knees by the sofa — just watching him breathe for long moments while feeling utterly stupified.

His eyebrows twitched, the cold fingers between my own tensing for a second before hardening around me. His chest rose and sank quicker, as if he were coming out of the unconscious state. “Severus?” I whispered, leaning in closer while rising from sitting on my haunches to kneeling. “You’re safe,” I continued and squeezed his hand tighter. “Save…her…” he murmured, his voice barely audible yet the pain within was palpable. It cut through me, hearing him speak of saving another woman, it shouldn't have mattered as I had no right to feel jealous yet it sliced right through me. “Save who?” I asked quietly, leaning in closer to hear but his hand softened and his breathing turned even once more before I even had a chance to help him. I knew I would, even if it felt like a centaur had kicked me in the chest, I would do anything for him despite receiving nothing in return. If he asked me to use my body as a shield against dragon fire for someone he loved, curse me, I would...

At some point I must have dosed off, the next thing I knew my head was slung off his soft chest and I toppled backwards with a shriek at the sudden motion — sending me flying into the coffee table behind me with a thud and leaving an instant pounding in the back of my head. By Merlin , I swore while trying to untangle my limbs from the half-curled-up state and getting my bearings again, not sure where I was for a moment.

I looked up, eyes clouded by tears from the sudden hurt while the holly I’d attached to each corner of the coffee table tugged at my hair — the little leaves and twigs it was made of snagging the strands. “Belinna?” His voice was gruff — rough and shallow. “You’re safe,” he exhaled a second later as I got myself up into a seated position on the cold floor only slightly softened by a rug beneath me.

I had no time to look up before I was crushed against him, his arms wrapped me up in the softest of strong embraces and my heart must have given out for a second. I couldn’t even hear the roaring of my pulse, everything just turned absolutely quiet at that moment when I, for the first time, felt his warmth. It was exquisite, beyond compare, far more wonderful than any of my imagines or dreams. He was just everything, perfection. I sighed deeply involuntarily as my heart warmed as if a flood wave had drowned it in him.

“I thought you to be dead,” he whispered by my ear and the world came crashing in at full speed and volume. “Dead? Why would I be dead?” I asked, my trembling fingers grasping at the cloak over his back while his fingers pressed into me harder. “He saw,” Severus whispered in a heart-wrenching tone. “He saw you in my mind.” “Who? What are you talking about?” “I have cursed you.” The words were darker, grimmer, than any I had ever heard. “Severus, what are you talking about?” “You must hide, leave, hide,” he said in a near rush of words so unlike his usual way of speaking. “Hide?” “The Dark Lord, he will stop at nothing to reach you now.” The urgency of his voice, the depth of something spine-stiffening dark, it clawed at my ears but confusion took the reins.

The Dark Lord? What does he want with me? And what’s this nonsense about seeing me in his mind? I don’t understand. But I couldn’t ask the questions when Severus held me so tight, seated atop the sofa with me between his legs while he nearly held me up off the floor, my knees just barely making contact with the rug's fibres. “Love, I have cursed you with torture,” he murmured in a broken voice while his entire body began to shake around me. "All this time, I failed..." “L-Love?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper as I couldn't comprehend the term coming from him. “I did all I could to keep you out, keep you away, but you never left… Why didn’t you just leave? ” he nearly snarled toward the end when I felt his nose bury itself in the crook of my neck. “I did all things possible to keep you away.” To keep me away? But, you haven't done anything to me? It’s like I don’t exist sometimes and it hurt— Oh…

...To Be Continued...

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A/N: It's getting a bit exciting, huh? 👀 Also, I can feel the Christmas stress now 😂 December is always a mess of too many things to do, yet I willingly and happily host a giant event that requires a minimum of 4 hours a day on average from me, let's hope this year has NO SURPRISES *knock on wood* I don't have the time or energy for any surprises of the negative or time-consuming kind this year. Last year was its own sort of personal hell toward the end - I want none of that this year (you hear me universe? I'll whoop your galaxy tush if you spring something on me this year too!) and I hope you'll all have a super nice, warm, calm and happy December too! ❤❤❤

Q: What Alan Rickman movie do you watch each Christmas? A: I always watch Die Hard around Christmas (IT'S A CHRISTMAS MOVIE, KAY?) and absolutely love it - the last few years I've also watched Sense & Sensibility (and Pride & Prejudice but that's not an Alan movie but it is my all-time fav movie even if it's lacking in the Alan department - same for The Holiday, Also a tradition for Christmas) and I've previously always watched Robin Hood too - I mean he's such an awesome sheriff and he plays that part perfectly 😂👏

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[bonbelles]

˗ˏˋ i'm yours ˎˊ˗

prompt: you tell them you're theirs. they internally scream.

content: gn!reader (but the adjective 'pretty' is used to describe you, take this how you will), features catcalling (kaeya).

characters included: kaeya, diluc.

It had been a long day for Kaeya; complaint after complaint at work, and with Jean swamped, it meant Kaeya picked up the dull jobs. Leaving couldn't come quickly enough.

Walking through the streets of Mondstadt, he noticed you outside of Good Hunter, seemingly ordering dinner. While you were fixated on the menu, some men behind you were interested in you more than the food. Kaeya, knowing to trust his partner, stayed back - gauging your reaction.

"A pretty thing like you shouldn't be all by yourself here," one said, fluffing his hair with his hand (in an attempt to be flirtatious; Kaeya couldn't help but laugh). "Why don't you join us for a bit?"

"Why don't you go and research how to flirt, it looks like you need it." Your response sent them away, not without swearing, rude gestures, and one of them trying to spit on you (and missing, bless him).

Before you had time to recompose, you felt a pair of arms wrap around your stomach. You knew it was Kaeya, just from the way he hugged you.

"Good job," he said. "Turns out you need my help less than I thought. And here I was, wondering if I'd get jealous."

"Jealous of what? I'm yours. If you think a group of disgusting men could take me away then-"

"Wait, repeat that."

"If you think-"

"No, the part before."

"I'm yours." You repeated, Kaeya's head dipping into the crevice of your neck.

"Again." He spoke softly, ignoring the people behind waiting to order, placing delicate kisses on your neck.

"I'm yours."

Diluc, unfortunately, was confused by the idea of permanence. Kaeya joining, his father leaving, himself coming and going from Mondstadt these days in search of answers. The last time nothing changed for Diluc was when he was a child, when Kaeya was settled as his brother and his father was running the winery.

Now he had you, and the winery, and had somewhat repaired his relationship with Kaeya as best they could, and so this was unfamiliar territory for him.

As a result, when times would get rough for him, when his mental state would be invaded by imposter syndrome, he would shut himself away.

Diluc had been shut away in his office the entire day, planning an event for the Windblume Festival and trying his hardest to close a business deal in Fontaine. The first time you saw him that day was when you took his dinner to him; he tried to usher you away, but you refused, pulling a spare chair up to his desk.

"Something's bothering you," You said.

"It's nothing to worry yourself over" was his only response, soon trying to send you away again.

"I'm not going anywhere."

Diluc glanced up at you.

"I am not going anywhere, Diluc. I'm yours. I'm here if you need me, no matter what." You left it up to Diluc to read between the lines, and moved the chair back to its original position. Getting ready to leave, you opened the door, only to hear a small comment from Diluc:

"I'm yours too, if you'll have me."

[rebelwrites]

Pancakes, Frenchman And Heart Attacks

Pierre Gasly x Reader

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Summary: Pierre remembers that you never eat breakfast before work and makes sure that today you ate. Even if it meant potentially causing a heart attack

Prompt: "You brought me breakfast?" "Well you said you always forget to eat before you go to work, so I thought I'd make sure you ate something." Requested by @mehrmonga

AN : first time writing for Pierre 🥰 hope you enjoy I know this is quite short but the cuteness level is high. Ive tagged my Leclerc TagList which is now turning into the F1 TagList

As always reblogs and feedback is highly appreciated ❤️ if you want tagging in future parts let me know ❤️

The sound of kitchen cupboards slammed caused you to jolt awake, your heart pounding at the sound of someone downstairs in your house. Squinting at the clock on the bedside table you groaned at the red 5:05am blinking back at you. It was like it was taunting you as the banging from downstairs only got more regular and louder.

Tugging your boyfriend's hoodie on you stole when you last saw him, and a pair of sweatpants that were lying by the bedroom door, you tried to calm your nerves down but nothing was working. The thought of someone being in the house put you on edge.

As you crept out of your bedroom you swiped the baseball bat that was propped up against the wall. At least you had something to defend yourself with. You found yourself holding your breath as you slowly walked down the stairs trying your hardest to avoid the parts that would creek giving away your position.

The closer you got to the kitchen you could hear someone singing along to the radio, their voice was low so you could quite work out who was invading your home.

Holding the bat up against your shoulder you were ready to swing. But the moment you stepped into the kitchen the person spun around. A wide smile etched on their face.

“What the fuck, Pear?” You breathed, dropping the bat to the ground, placing your hand over your chest trying to slow your heart rate down as you glared at your boyfriend.

“Good morning, sweetheart.” He said with a shit eating grin on his face. “Did you sleep well?”

“You do realise you caused me a heart attack right?” You hummed, raising your brow at the Frenchman. “I thought someone had broken in.”

Pierre shook his head lightly as he wrapped his arms around you, pressing a tender kiss against your lips.

“I’m sorry my love.” He whispered, brushing your cheek with his knuckles. “I was trying to surprise you.”

You couldn’t stay mad at him, one look in his bright blue eyes melted your heart. Wrapping your arms around his neck you let your fingers tangle in his hair.

“Not that I don’t love having you here but it’s not even half 5, why so early?” You chuckled, as he moved away from you, turning back to the coffee machine.

“Making breakfast.” He grinned proudly, placing a freshly brewed mug of coffee in front of you as you perched on the bar stool at the breakfast bar.

Looking around the kitchen you realised he had brought all the ingredients for making pancakes, but not just any pancakes, the best pancakes in the world. Nothing could beat Pierre’s pancakes.

“You brought me breakfast? And broke into my house to cook it! I didn’t think I was gonna see you until the weekend?” You hummed, letting your fingers wrap around the coffee mug.

A smug smile crossed his face as he spun around to face you. “Well you said you always forget to eat before you go to work, so I thought I'd make sure you ate something."

This statement made your heart melt, instantly forgetting that it was so early in the morning.

“And we got back earlier than planned and I didn't need to be at the track until 11 so I thought I’d surprise you.”

“Well, mission accomplished.” You giggled, taking a sip of your coffee letting the taste dance over your taste buds as you watched your boyfriend gracefully move around the kitchen.

Today was going to be a good day, even if it did start with having a heart attack.

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[arwenadreamer]

Let me tell you a bit about my wonderful, wonderful JiB 11 experiences.

It finally happened! I've met Jared Padalecki!

First thing Saturday morning I went to his auto. I had bought a moose notebook back in 2019 when I got the JiB tickets, and have been waiting to give it to him ever since. He looked at it, then visibly did a double take and started to laugh. I told him "Back when I got the notebook you had this huge hiatus beard!" He smiled, stroked with his knuckles over his own beard and said "I'll get there again!".

Next up was my Jared photo. While I was standing in line for the OP, he made eye contact two times, very briefly, and I almost died on the spot. Lol. I am an aro/ace woman in my fourties, but this man is killing me!

We took the picture, I said thank you and turned away. While I was turning away, his hand stayed on my back, and he rubbed me twice in circles. I don't remember much from this op, but I do remember the feeling of him stroking by back in circles. I also remember the feeling of his chin on top of my head. And how cold that stupid (sorry) Gucci jacket was against my face.

I'm not putting an uncensored picture on here, but believe me, I couldn't smile any more if I tried. I have a look on my face that is completely over the moon, but who can blame me?

With Jensen, I asked him to be hugged from behind, and I really love this photo too. I just wish I had left my jacket on. My bare arms don't look so good on here. But that's just me being self critical. So what the heck, I'm gonna share it with you anyways.

@takikojou and me planned on standing in line for a question at the first panel sunday morning. (A Jared solo panel.) I knew what question I wanted to ask, but I planned on writing it down. Just to be sure I'd get it right.

But while we were sitting in the Saturday evening Jared solo panel, close to the right hand side microphone for questions, the queue on that side was getting shorter and shorter, and suddenly there was no one standing in line at all. On the other side there were still plenty of people queing, and there was also quite some time left on the panel. So I just got up and went up to the micro without thinking. While I was standing there, my heart beat like crazy. I have no idea what was being said during the question Jared was currently answering. I just tried to get the question right in my head. When it was my turn, I asked him:

"At the last JiB I asked Jensen a question for both of you -"

Jared: "I wasn't there last JiB."

Me: "I know."

(That sounded rather rude-ish, but I swear I didn't mean it that way. I was just so incredibly nervouse.)

Me: "I asked Jensen to answer for both of you and he did, but he also said you would probably have this long insidefull answer. So now I'm asking you. What aspect of Sam's and Dean's personality was hardest to act?" And then, because I was kind of besides myself, I felt the need to clarify "Sam, in your case."

Jared said that a lot of Sam came pretty natural to him, and he gives credit for that to the writers who got to know who he is and wrote Sam that way. As an example he mentions Sam's "empathetic puppy dog eyes" written in scripts. He then says that the hardest part to act was Sam's kind of comedy. Because for him Sam's kind of comedy was hard to find. And that maybe that was correct, because Sam didn't think of himself as a funny person. Whereas Cordell Walker's kind of comedy is basically Jared's kind of comedy.

He concluded: "That's my answer. I hope it lived up to Jensen's expectations." Lol.

That's when I messed up completely in my nervousnes. Because I repeated Jensen's answer the wrong way around. Jensen had said for Jared it would be "having a shorter older brother". But I said to Jared:

"Jensen said it would be having a taller older brother."

But Jared, being the intelligent man he is, and knowing Jensen the way he does, immediately made sense of it.

"I guess for me it would be having a shorter older brother. Because my brother is taller than I am. So."

And with that he basically repeated Jensen's answer for him from JiB 12. Lol.

Here's the video, if you're interested. My question starts at around 19:10.

As I've just rewatched the video, I've realised that he was looking at me a lot. Unfortunately, I couldn't really see from my position at the microphone. In a panel on the next day Jared mentions that everybody on that microphone is squinting and shielding their eyes. There was this bright light shining right in peoples eyes over there. They dialed it down a bit after Jared mentioning it on Sunday, but Saturday, I could hardly make him out on stage.

On Sunday came my long awaited J2 OP. I asked them if they could look like Sam and Dean as opposed to Jared and Jensen. They both said sure and we did the OP. When I left I said thank you. Jensen answered in the most Texas drawl "You're welcome!". I loved the way he said it.

I also love the OP! I tried to smile a bit less, to make it more of a Winchester pic. I failed horribly at that. But again, who can blame me?

On my other post someone commented it looks like Sam and Dean are confused that there is someone in between their hug. And that is so true, lol. "Sorry, boy's, I'll get out of your way, now."

When I went to the Jensen auto with my friend, we were waiting in line inside the auto room, even though Jensen was not there yet. But Jared was. He was sitting at the table, giving auto's. I was standing at a point in line that was basically closest to Jared for about 20 to 30 minutes, without my line moving. So I had plenty of time watching Jared from about 3 meters away. And I was blown away by his kindness, his gentle and funny nature. What everyone says about him is absolutely true. He really makes these short interactions for everyone special. And his full attention is at the person in front of him. Always. It's one thing to experience that in person for one short interaction. It's another to witness that with dozen's of people. It's not just one friendly hello after the other. (Which, honestly, would be enough to ask for.) It's that his facial expression changes with every person. With some he laughs, with some he's serious. He's listening intently if someone talks to him. I could't here what was being said (and wouldn't have wanted to eavesdrop anyway), and couldn't see what he signed. But I saw his face. I saw he reacted to that. And it never seemed forced. He just is that kind of person. Genuine. Empathetic. I only saw one thing given to him. And I had to laugh. Someone brought him Haribo gummy bears. He was so FAST taking that and slipping it into the bag for presents he had behind the table. It was a blink and you'll miss it moment. Lol. I guess that's also genuinely him. He loves his sweets.

Then Jensen arrived and I had my autograph. He was really, really nice and attentive too. Jensen also always makes sure to look up at the end of each auto and look people in the eye.

I had so many great interactions throughout the convention, and everything I had hoped for had come true already. There were just a few panels left I wanted to watch.

So @takikojou and I went into the panel room for the Jared and Misha panel. And she points out that there is no-one at the microphone on the left hand side yet. She asked me to stand in line with her. So I did. I quickly came up with a question for both of them. I didn't want to ask a Jared only question at a Mishalecki panel. I thought that would be rude.

So I wanted to ask where in Germany besides Berlin they had been. I thought this would be a short question with short answers, nothing special. But then Jared Padalecki basically had a whole conversation with me, and it turned into the most amazing moment of the whole JiB convention!

I'll leave the link here. It starts at 7:20

You may have seen videos where people stand in the hallway at the end of JiB con, and the actors come out to walk through the people, giving high fives and stuff. There's a small area where people can stand, behind barrier tapes. When my friends and me came out of the panel room, that area was already crowded. So we just left the convention area through a hallway in which no-one was allowed to stand. But at the end of the hallway people gathered again. My friends and I got a really good place there, right at the end of the hallway, where the room opens again. Security quickly put up more barrier tapes. So basically, it was a espallier (? that what you call it? ) of people, then a hallway, and then another espallier of people, forming one long line.

People in the first area where shouting for Jensen to come out, and he did. But he didn't see us down at the second area at the end of the hallway, so the turned around and went back into the green room again. Same with Jared after that. They just didn't see us. I know because I was the first person at the end of the hallway and had a perfect view all the way up. They didn't even look in our direction. And they couldn't hear us over the loud crowd in area one.

Then came Rob, and he saw us. When he realised there were so many more people down there, he just started a sprint and came to us. The security guard accompaniying him was completely taken by surprise and had trouble keeping up, lol. Rob went through our row, and so did every other actor after that.

Matt Cohen was last. He went through our row, and when he came back, while passing me, I asked him:

"Matt, can you ask Jared and Jensen to come down here as well?"

He said he would. And he did.

A few minutes later all the actors came out together, and they all came into our second area.

I thought that was a pretty great grand finale. But then my friend surprised me with a can of FBBC beer she had brought from Austin to share with me. And that was just the crown on top of an overwhelming, amazing, wonderful weekend. I had the time of my life! And I am so grateful I got to share it all with @takikojou and M. It would not have been half as wonderful without you two!

[mata-aetara-if]

What're the ROs first thoughts when they realize they love MC? If it isn't too spoiler-y ❤

this one was very popular lol

hope you all like it ^_^

Asahi: "oh that's why they make me so nervous recently!" - you notice him blushing a lot more and offering to help you train a lot more! He tries to be smooth but it's more endearing than anything. There’s a lot of “accidental” hand brushes going on.

Niko: "how should I tell them?" - waaaay more clumsy than usual around you. After the third time they step on your toe you're just like "???" and they sputter out excuses, "sorry haha, I must be.. hungry! Yeah! Just distracted from being hungry that's it."

Shikako: "will they like me back?" - definitely too shy to make the first move. She was quiet around you before but now it hard for her to even look you in the eye. When you look away however you catch her glancing at you from the corner of your eye.

Inoru: "Asahi better back off." - jealous boy. wants you all to himself. Doesn't even matter if your teammates don't actually have a crush on you, he's not taking any chances. Will be the first to ask you on a date even if it's just getting breakfast or lunch together.

Rona: "wait!! when did this happen? why am I just realizing?!" - you notice her acting more caring than usual, always asking how you are and how your day was. When you get done with a training session or back from a mission she'll ask if you're injured or would like some water.

Jun: "oh no. I can't. they deserve better." - he denies it so hard. Will try his hardest to stay away from you. You're making him feel things and he doesn't like it. Also blushes easily and can't look you in the eye.

Chai: "YES!!!! THAT'S THE LOVE OF MY LIFE!!!" - does not hold back her feelings! The moment she realizes she loves you she is coming to find you wherever you are lol she likes to hug you and hold your hand whenever possible and is very vocally supportive "YOU'VE GOT THIS MC! THAT'S MY GF/BF/SO!!!!"

Mokoto: "hmmmm this is unexpected, but in a good way." - you catch them hanging around you more often, and smiling when only you can see. They'll show you places in the forest that are special to them, like a small waterfall no one knows about or a giant bug nest lol They start becoming relaxed just being in your presence.

Ryoku: "shit." - this is very unexpected for him. He honestly has no idea what he's doing. He'll try being romantic, for ex he'll bring a flower to you and just be like "here." and hand you the flower and walk away without waiting for a response. He's trying bless him. OH and he'd like to send letters to you by hawke asking about how you are whenever you're in your separate villages.

Kougetsu: "I'd kill for them. I'd die for them." - they'd say that out loud while looking at you and their teammates are like "dude (gn) wtf?" It is so not normal for a mist ninja to fall for a leaf ninja. Their mouth will get dry talking to you so you notice them drinking even more water than usual. Thinks about you constantly when they’re not near you, wishing that they’ll get a mission near your village just to at least see you.

[periluvr]

Geto Suguru - Twin Flames

cw : ANGST, doesn’t really follow the jjk plot

tw : mention of suicide, death, mention of anxiety/panick attack, toxic relationship

Twin flames are the result of the splitting of a single soul.

I had found my twin flame, the flame that destroyed and healed me day by day. He was my blessing and my curse, my success and my failure, he was me and I was him. He was the other side of my soul. Our souls became one. Geto Suguru, you were my other half.

We met one night in a bar. He was with his friends and I was with mine. Our eyes met and we never took our eyes off each other again. It wasn't love at first sight, I'd felt another sensation, much stronger, of immeasurable energetic intensity. I could feel it, my entity was complete and balanced thanks to him. He was the masculine, aggressive, nervous part of me, while I was the feminine, gentle part of him. There was no need for words, we just knew that we were connected. Our souls communicated and danced. He was me.

Our story began that famous evening, the night we came together for life and death. The love and the wounds only grew. Suguru wanted to be me at all costs, he felt the need, his love was suffocating, but I needed it to live. I was afraid, afraid of so much love, and all I could think about was running away from it. I used to adapt to the people I met. Knowing that someone could see through all that and knew me better than I knew myself scared me.

I felt as if I'd known him all my life, because in the end, we were each other. Our souls became one, growing and maturing with us. To be honest, the relationship was devastating for both him and me. Emotionally, I'll never get over it. We hurt each other psychologically on purpose to see who could hurt the other the hardest. We couldn't stay apart for more than two days, it was insurmountable. I felt like my whole being was leaving with him and I wasn't myself anymore. I needed him like I needed no one else.

Suguru was ready to sacrifice himself for me,

and he did.

He knew that the relationship was toxic, it was never healthy. But the separation was so destructive that we tried to stay together.

One evening, I was on the bus coming home from work. I caught myself in tachycardia, I was shaking, I couldn't breathe. In fact, I was having an panick attack, something had happened to Suguru. I got off at the next stop and ran on and on, shouting "Suguru". I cried and cried. I knew that Suguru had stayed at home that day and I had to get there. When I got to the front of his appartment, I was scared to open the door. Once in the living room, I saw him lying on the floor. His breathing had stopped and he had no pulse. There was a letter on the table, and I knew immediately. He had committed suicide. I picked up the letter, my tears wouldn't stop, my hands were shaking and I found myself unable to breathe.

"Thank you for crossing my path, you're everything that's most important to me, unfortunately you and I both know that love isn't enough in this kind of relationship. You were me and I saw you suffering, it was unbearable. I didn't want to go through your abandonment a second time. By doing that, I saved myself, I saved us."

I had just lost my soul. He was my blessing as well as my curse, he was my success as well as my failure, he was me and I was him. He was the other part of my soul. Our souls became one. Geto Suguru, you were my other half. When I lost Suguru, I died with my eyes open.

A few days later, I found myself at the funeral of my other half, my one and only. After the ceremony, I stood for hours in front of his grave, wondering "what have I done?" .

A hand came to rest on my shoulder and the man next to me said that love is the most twisted curse of them all.

Hi! first post here, english isn’t my first language so i use google traduction to help me, if there are any grammatical errors i’m sorry!!

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[demonsfate]

FINISHED THE TEK8 STORY. Under the cut, I will be saying how it affects my blogs and changes i may make to my own depiction, as well as how my blog will be canon divergent (for some obvious reasons). under the cut will contain MASSIVE SPOILERS. so, do not peek unless you don't care or you've finished the story already. if you've already completed the story, I highly recommend you look as it will be crucial to my blog and depiction as well as writing with me in the Tek8 verse. thank you.

I liked the story but I was also a little disappointed by a few things. I will disclose that later, for now I want this to focus on primary the depiction and what will change or stay for this blog and how this blog handles Tek8.

-JIN STILL DIDN'T START THE WAR. Honestly this is something that made the story so hard to really really like is that Jin's just good again and there was no real explanation as to why he is back to his old self. Before his character episode, they said he was consumed by the devil's blood ... but it still felt so unclear to me. Regardless, Jin didn't start the war nor was he responsible for it. DJ still started it in hopes to do what Kazuya did, awaken Azazel and take its power. Jin's guilt and suicidal tendencies are still there. However, his guilt, as always on this blog, comes from his weakness, his body being used, and feeling as though he should've killed himself and DJ sooner.

-DJ AND HIS RELATIONSHIP WITH JIN. Holy shit. This is definitely gonna be the hardest for me - as I am struggling to even know how to push forward with this. As yes, I didn't expect DJ to be precisely what I believed him to be, but MY GOD, the story basically went against almost everything I've written. So I'm gonna do my best to make it work with my own concept. So there will be a lotta points regarding DJ and their relationship, starting with -

-DJ AND JIN KNEW EACH OTHER SINCE THE END OF TK3. Tek8 seems to imply that it's Jin's first time actually meeting DJ. This blog strongly rejects that notion. Why? This blog's biggest focus has been on Jin and DJ's relationship and how they live with each other. It's actually the most fun about writing the two. So, to say they never actually really knew each other would just destroy a lot of fun and love I had for this dynamic. DJ's been talking to Jin ever since he woke up after Jin was killed by Heihachi. Not only do Jin and DJ know each other, they know each other better than anyone else.

-DJ IS NOT IN ANY WAY JIN, HE'S HIS OWN ENTITY. This is pretty self - explanatory, but no. Jin and DJ may share the same body, but they are not the same person. I'm never changing this.

-DJ REGARDING JIN. Okay, as sweet as Jin looking to DJ and saying "you've always been protecting me..." and DJ saying with a small smile, "I'll go anywhere with you" or some shit. But... that does go against my whole depiction. Y'know... DJ did attempt to kill Jin and came close to it before he started the war. So this is something I'm struggling with the most. I THINK I might have an idea of how I can better fit this in my depiction, though. Since whenever I write his Tek6 verse especially, I always strongly imply that DJ misses Jin. However, I'd make it unclear whether or not DJ genuinely misses Jin and thus cared about him to an extent, or if DJ is just uncomfortable by the change and new silence in his head. Because of the "you've always been protecting me" line, I suppose I'll just go completely straightforward and say yea, DJ does care about and genuinely likes Jin. However, as I've also stated many times on this blog - even if DJ likes somebody, when it comes down to it, he'll always put himself first. But DJ liking Jin is also one reason why he's so possessive of him. It's his own fucked up way of expressing that like - so a very toxic relationship.

-DJ'S JOURNEY IN 8. DJ is still mad at Jin for taking away his chances during the war. DJ still tries to gaslight Jin and isolate him as a means of getting back. Jin ends up defeating DJ regardless - like what happens in the story. However, Jin learns that DJ is something - no, someone that will always be with him no matter what. Perhaps using his Kazama powers, or Jun's influence, he/she "purifies" DJ and brings out the best in him. DJ admits his true feelings to Jin, and how they both do need each other if they want to take down their common enemy. Jin, of course, can't so easily forgive DJ for y'know... the selfishness and war crimes. But he also learned from his mother to show mercy and give second chances, as he felt he's been given a second chance. And plus, with a more purified mind, Jin feels DJ in a different headspace than he once was. DJ willingly gives his powers to Jin to fight Kazuya. In a way, DJ and Jin's relationship has improved and they've reconciled.

-DJ'S FATE? Since Jin seemingly lost the ability to activate the devil (or angel's lol) powers. I, uh... I don't know what this means for DJ at all. I really don't know if this means DJ is "dead" or just "dormant." At the point of writing this, I don't know if I'll say that DJ is dead - therefore he can't be interacted with during post Tek8 verse. Or... if I'll say he's still around, but Jin only hears him in his head, and there's no way that DJ can actually take over. Therefore, still kinda hard to interact with DJ in this verse :')

-JIN'S FATE. I'm still unsure what I wanna say Jin's fate is. It seems like he's going off with Xiaoyu, but... I don't think he's necessarily becoming a hermit like many think? For now, I'd like to think he's making up for loss time with Xiao and they're exploring the world together. Jin is absolved of his crimes due to Victor getting to actually know Jin, seeing how Jin has helped saved the world, as well as choosing to believe that Jin was indeed not the one to blame for the war. Jin's also learned to forgive himself for his mistakes, and learned that with friends - he is stronger. Jin is at his happiest, and is no longer suicidal. He wants to live!!!

-JIN ACCEPTING HIMSELF. Yes, Jin is willing to use Mishima-Style again, but NOT because of Heihachi or that Heihachi was actually a good guy (I swear this game felt like it was doubling down on Heihachi actually being noble - barf). Jin accepts Mishima-Style because he realized not all Mishimas are as bad as he originally thought. (See Lars, Jinpachi and himself, - even if Lars doesn't practice Mishima-Style)

[haystarlight]

Disabilities and Disclosure

@lollytea made a post about this idea and I went with it.

I don't have dyslexia. If you or someone you know has it, I'd appreciate your input!

@avatarmerida @fairytales-and-folklore

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"Disabilities and Disclosure"

"I'm gonna have to borrow that book when you're done with it!"

Willow wasn't really thinking when she made that promise. She'd been too caught up in Hunter's cool outfit and his sweet smile to realize what she was signing up for. She'd been so preoccupied with flirting with the cute boy she didn't bother to think she was actually going to have to read that book later.

At first, she put it off. They were busy fighting villains, rebuilding society, rebuilding their homes, starting a new semester at Hexside. Then, a few months after she and Hunter started dating, he remembered she had expressed interest in reading Cosmic Frontier.

Oh no.

"Here you go! you can keep it, I have another copy at home."

"Aww, Sunflower, this is so nice of you."

Hunter blushed, he always blushed when she called him that.

Aw fuck. The book was even bigger than she remembered.

"A little fat, ain't it?" She chuckled nervously "how did you read it all in 2 days?"

"Haha well, yeah. I don't wanna brag but you do remember I've been called a 'genius teen prodigy'," He said this in a tone that sounded like he did want to brag. "it's not that fat, tho. A regular reader like you can probably kill it in a week or two. And then you can share your thoughts with me, Gus and Camila!"

Yeah. Sure. A regular reader like her.

A week or two. Sure.

Hunter must've sensed her uncertainty because his voice immediately dropped from excitement to comfort.

"Hey, I won't get upset if you don't like it. Just so you know."

"Aw, yeah, I wasn't worried about that. But thanks."

She tried looking at the summary on the back and almost got a headache. She knew he wouldn't mind if she didn't like it... But would he be disappointed if she couldn't even finish it?

"Oh, and I hope you're cool with this... I kinda wrote stuff on the margins," he said this bashfully.

Willow opened the book on the first page. The first two pages of every book are always blank before the actual story gets started. She'd always considered that a waste of paper.

This time, however, she saw on the first blank page something written in Hunter's perfect calligraphy. He had such nice handwriting. Her writing was so messy in comparison.

Even she was able to read the three simple words written there with love and care.

'To my Captain 💛'

What had she done?

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The days passed by and no matter how hard she tried, the damn book was impossible to finish.

It's not that she couldn't read at all! She could read! She was 16, not 5!

But some words were harder to understand than others. Words that were really long and complicated gave her the hardest time. It didn't help that all these characters had odd names that looked impossible to pronounce and even harder to spell. She kept getting headaches whenever she stared at a page for too long.

She had always been like this, since she started school. It was one of the reasons abominations were so much harder for her than plants, abominations required a lot of reading and theory, plants were direct hands-on action. She had so many memories of staying up late with her parents trying to help her as she agonized over the homework.

And, as the days passed, she kept avoiding having to talk to Hunter. He always asked her how far into the book she was, which scene had she gotten to, who was her favorite character so far. And Gus was no better. Gus knew of Willow's reading issue but it seemed like the young boy had forgotten about it as he got caught up in the excitement as well.

One day, Willow was alone, sitting on the school steps when she suddenly couldn't take it anymore and screamed in frustration, throwing the book away from her.

Luckily, someone caught it.

"Wow! You must be really angry at this thing," Luz said, in between scared and impressed. "did your favorite character die or something? I hate it when that happens."

Willow sighed.

"No, it's just... it's so hard to read."

"Really? It says here the age rating is 13 and up," Luz pointed at the back of the book.

Willow groaned.

"Is it because you don't understand all the weird sci-fi things? I know you guys still don't know a lot about the human world. It makes sense you don't get all the space and science-y thingies," she laughed. "heck, I'm a human and even I don't get it half the time! It's super confusing, you don't have to feel bad for -"

"That's not it either, Luz."

There was a silence between the two of them. Luz felt the weight of that silence and sat down next to her. The human carefully laid a hand on her best friend's shoulder.

"Hey. You don't have to tell me but it looks like it'll make you feel better to tell someone."

"It's... I don't... it's not that I can't read or write! You've seen me do it! I know how to read and write! I'm not a baby!"

Luz simply stared at her, waiting for her to continue.

"But, even though I can do it, I find it very... difficult. There's lots of words that I can't spell because they're too long, the letters sometimes like... move around and blurr together even when I'm wearing my glasses!" She took off the golden frames as if to clarify. "and I keep getting headaches and I hate it when a sentence has too many comas and -"

"Oh, you have dyslexia!"

Willow stopped her rant to look at her friend. She put her glasses back on, confused.

"What?"

"Oh, that's what humans call it! I don't know how witches call it or if it even has a name here. I didn't know witches could have dyslexia... but I guess it makes sense cause human brains are very similar to witch brains. I wonder if-"

"Luz, what's dyslexia?"

"Oh, right, sorry," she smiled apologetically. "it's a learning disability. It's what you just described. Someone who has a hard time reading, who can't spell long words, who struggles with big books... etcetera."

Willow looked shocked, her mouth slightly opened. It has a name? Other people have it?

"I'm not a doctor so I can't really diagnose you. But, if you want, we can do some research! There's lots of info on the human realm! It's actually a really common thing so we have lots of methods to help make it easier. We can look up Cosmic Frontier audiobooks! You can just listen to it, no reading required."

Despite of herself, Willow smiled. Luz was a really good friend.

"Thank you, Luz. That sounds nice."

"And I bet Hunter will love to help! You know how he loves research!"

The smile dropped as quickly as it had come, replaced by panic.

"NO! DON'T TELL HUNTER!"

"Okay, why?"

"He just... Hunter's so smart and I'm..."

"You're smart! Just because you have a learning disability doesn't make you not smart! Mom has ADHD and she's super smart!"

"What's ADHD?"

"Oh, it's another learning disability. I think I have it too but that's a conversation for another day."

"Mmmkay," Willow shrugged and went back to the matter at hand. "Hunter's so smart and he's such a good reader and... and he's always going on and on about how talented and clever I am and he admires me so much and... I don't want him to be disappointed or to see me different."

Luz stayed silent for a moment while she contemplated what to say. She finally settled on:

"I'm not gonna tell him because I respect your privacy but I think you should tell him. Hunter loves you but he doesn't have you on a pedestal, he knows you're a person with limits and weaknesses. He's not going to be disappointed if you tell him this."

Willow didn't respond but she knew her friend was right. Oh, where would she be without Luz the human?

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A few days of research and information gathering with the assistance of Luz and Camila, and Willow was now ready to come clean to her boyfriend.

She sat with him on a picnic they'd set up in the forest as she laid out all the information. Hunter would occasionally ask a question but, for the most part, he just let her speak. In the end, Willow stared at him in deep dread.

"Wow, ok. Thanks for telling me this," he stopped to take a sip of apple blood before continuing. "how can I help?"

Willow stared at him, processing the words.

"You want to help?" She asked incredulously.

"You're my girlfriend and you need help, therefore, I'm willing to do what I can. Is that not how it works?"

Willow couldn't help but smile. Hunter was getting better at this relationship thing.

"Yeah, thank you. I was just... I was being paranoid."

Hunter tilted his head, offering her to go on.

"You're always... you're so smart and well-read and... you always tell me how talented and clever you think I am and you compliment me for knowing so much about flyer derby and plants and insects... I feel like I'll disappoint you if I'm actually not as smart as you think I am."

Hunter frowned. He did tend to go on about how amazing his girlfriend was, he couldn't help it! He loved her! And she had always looked so happy when he said those things, responding with a smile or a blush or a thank you or paying him a compliment in return.

He didn't realize that maybe there was a bit of a negative side to it.

"Willow, I'm not gonna be disappointed in you for having limits and weaknesses. Nobody's perfect! And that's fine! You're the one who taught me that!

The plant witch snorted. It was true, she had been the one to teach Hunter that. Why couldn't she remember her own advice?

"There it is," Hunter said, fondly.

"There what is?"

"You snort like a pig when you laugh, you kick people in your sleep, you take pictures of strangers on the street like a creeper..." He counted on his fingers. "I could keep going but the point is, I know you're not perfect. It's okay to not be perfect. I don't love you because you're flawless! I love you because you're Willow and you're impossible not to love."

He said that last part so sincerely, she had to believe him. The plant witch grabbed her boyfriend in a tight hug. He hugged her back and she felt the warmth fill her with comfort.

"I love you too, Sunflower."

They kissed. They'd already kissed so many times, it came naturally to them by now. Willow was long familiar with the taste of his lips but it still somehow brought firebees to her stomach no matter how many times she did it. It never got old, she would never get tired of it.

Every time they kissed, like clockwork, flowers came out of Willow's head. It was like her heart and her magic couldn't control themselves when she felt his kisses. This time, the flowers on her hair were white bellflowers.

"Now, back to the 'how can I help?' thing," Hunter said, after they had broken apart. "I think I have an idea you might like."

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Normal people would simply find a Cosmic Frontier audiobook for Willow to listen to. Or maybe they would read to her out loud. Or maybe they'd show her the movie adaptation (tho, she'd been told by Hunter, Gus and Camila that the movie was awful and did a terrible job at adapting the original source material).

Hunter wasn't a normal person, not by a long shot.

He'd decided to act out all of the memorable scenes from the book like it was a play. After telling the others, they had also been incredibly excited to help.

Everyone did something. Willow built the stage and props, Hunter made the costumes and wrote the scripts, Vee and Gus were on special effects with their shapeshifting and illusions respectively, Amity brought some abominations for extra manpower and Luz and Camila put together a playlist of songs that went perfect with every scene. Eda and King brought snacks.

When the night of the premiere finally came, Willow sat down at the Owl House's backyard with Luz, Amity, King, Eda and Raine as they watched it all unfold. Luz took out her phone and started recording because she wanted to put it on Mewtube, Amity didn't understand anything that was going on, Eda ate all the snacks and King fell asleep on Raine's lap halfway through. Perfection.

It wasn't a quality production, it was very low budget and DIY. It reminded Willow of those plays the bard witches from the drama club at Hexside often did. It was silly and weird but it was wonderful.

At the heart of it all were the actors. Vee obviously knew how to play a convincing alien monster, Gus and Camila were not professionals but they felt such passion and appreciation for their character's plight that they could bring themselves to do a pretty good performance. And Hunter was just IN IT! He was an artist lost in his art and Willow never wanted him to stop ever.

His voice cracked with emotion on the dramatic scenes, he stricked poses and smiled at the audience, he recited every line from memory, he even cried on the sad parts. It was hard not to love the book when it inspired something so incredible on all these people she loved.

When the play ended, the actors took a bow and everyone clapped. Luz was the loudest, woohoo-ing and wolf whistling. She cheered so loud, King woke up with a yelp.

Willow made flowers with her magic, throwing them at the stage enthusiastic. Gus caught one and pointed a finger gun, winking at her. Vee caught one and giggled. Camila caught one and her smile got even bigger.

She threw a whole bouquet of roses. Hunter caught it and blew her a kiss.

Yup, this was her new favorite book.

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Hi there!! I love your bad batch writings! I'm currently in a bad self image rut--could you maybe write something about the batchers with a plus size love interest? It'd be nice to read :') no pressure tho!! Thank you in advance 💗

Absolutely! Thanks for reading my stuff and reaching out! I've never done this before but I'll do my best!

The Bad Batch x PlusSize Reader HC's

Hunter:

He sees you looking doubtfully at yourself in the mirror and says, "What's not to love?"

He wraps his arms around you and kisses your cheek. He loves you, why you can't see yourself the way he sees you he doesn't understand, but he tries, he wants to be considerate and understand you.

"Cyare, just wear something you feel comfortable in, you look great no matter what you wear, but I want you to be relaxed".

You have these moments of self-doubt often, and Hunter tries to tell you each time that he thinks you look beautiful. If you're not in the mood to go out, he'll stay home with you without a fuss. He's patient, he won't be shaken off that easily, don't worry. He will caress you, spoil you, cuddle with you, he wants you to feel better.

He will always be patient.

Hunter likes to spoil you in every way.

He can smile at you in such a way that you forget the whole world and only the two of you exist and he loves to do that, because that is one of the moments when you completely let go and be yourself and open up to him.

He adores you! You are his whole world. He understands what you feel on the days you don't like yourself because he knows that about himself, but he doesn't see why you of all people should feel that way.

"Mesh'la" he says softly "look at you, you're beautiful".

"You really think so?"

He nods and he's completely serious. Of course he really means it! He loves your smile, your laugh, your eyes, the way you look at him, the way your lips move when you talk to him, the little gestures you make when you talk to him, he pays attention to every movement and he is mesmerized by you. He loves to stroke your fingers and kiss your ear. He knows that he gives you goose bumps and he loves that.

Next to him you can be yourself, he loves everything about you, feels incredibly comfortable in your presence, you are the first person to bring him out of his shell and make him feel alive. He is a considerate, quiet fellow, he will never push you to do anything and will always be ready to take care of you, should you doubt yourself again.

The lively fellow is crazy about you.

"I'm too fat"

"What nonsense!" he rumbles and laughs "I'd rather have something more to touch"

He demonstratively reaches out and pulls you towards him.

"Stop doubting yourself my beautiful".

He kisses you deeply and every look he gives you is so warm and full of admiration that you already doubt having doubted yourself.

"You are beautiful and anyone who says otherwise is an idiot".

He loves it when you snuggle up to him, he loves to see your naked skin, you certainly don't need to hide from him, he is blown away when you expose your body to him, he loves to gently trace every curve with his big strong hands. He admires you and that he lets you feel every day anew, you could not have a better partner.

He sees you doubting yourself and looks at you uncomprehendingly.

"I don't understand, you're gorgeous, how can you not see that?"

You're on the verge of tears and Tech automatically feels responsible.

"I'm so sorry, did I say something wrong?"

Tech loves to spoil you on days like this, if you let him, so let him. He serves you from back to front, he takes care of everything you need and he is also very generous and caring in love matters, and believe me, the man knows a lot of things how to make a woman happy.

Let Tech do his thing and you will have forgotten any negative thought much faster than it ever appeared. He feels deep affection and he tries his hardest to make you happy. There is nothing better for him than to see how much you enjoy his love.

Now, things with him are a little more... more complicated.

When you stand in front of the mirror again and doubt yourself, he rolls his eyes, you can't expect too much from him, he's an emotionally crippled man and can't put himself in your shoes very well.

But when he sees that tears are flowing, he feels a pain in his chest. He desires you, he showed you clearly last night, so how could you think that you are not beautiful? He does not understand.

He sits down and demands that you lie down with him, put your head in his lap. He strokes your head and says, "I'm attracted to you because of who you are. Unique. Sensitive, beautiful."

Your heart beats faster, words you never expected from him.

"If you tell anyone I said that, I'll shoot you".

You suppress a laugh and say, "Okay. Thanks Crosshair"

"Shut Up, Mesh'la," he growls softly.

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