#but they're still the type of people who'd do something if they saw something of this sort happen for sure

[liquidstar]

If my mom sees a significant amount of blood she gets lightheaded, and has fainted on some occasions. Once it happened when we were kids, I wasn't there to witness it but I heard the story from my dad. Basically my brothers, around 7 or 8 at the time, were playing outside while my mom was making their lunch, and she accidentally cut her finger. It wasn't anything serious, but it drew a fair bit of blood and she passed out. My dad saw this and rushed over, but he didn't really know what to do so he just sort of started slapping her to wake her up (not recommended, but he had no idea and panicked)

At that exact moment my brothers both came in from playing, and all they saw was our mom unconscious on the floor and our dad slapping her. So, like, without even saying a word to each other they both just INSTANTLY start whaling on him, like, full blown attack mode to defend our mom. Which obviously didn't help the situation, but she did wake up and everything was fine.

Now our dad says that he's actually really glad they attacked him over what they thought was going on, because it means he raised good boys. And I still think that's true, they're very good boys.

[spicesweet]

rise and shine! ‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡⋆

woke up feeling sore but refreshed after yesterday's pilates; I'm starting to increase the amount of reps I do each session and the difficulty of my practice because I feel stronger now, but that also means I'm getting more tired after each session lol. no worries though, since today is a rest day.

yesterday I was thinking about how much of my life in the past was dictated by other people's wishes and preferences, to the point I eventually started to believe these were my own. what other people expected of me became my guiding stars; what other people wanted from me became my goals; what other people saw as good in me became my personality. this is a quiet process, one that gets under your skin behind your back, slowly over the years. it's brainwashing, but the mean thing about brainwashing is that you don't know it's happening until it's hurt you so much that you break.

I was straight-up brainwashed into believing I was a weak person, one who couldn't do anything right, one who could never look out for herself, one who would always make the wrong decisions if left to her own devices. I only realized years later that the people who convinced me of that were clipping my wings because they were afraid of the flights I took when I was a child; when I was younger I had such high ambitions for myself, such dreams of sky and clouds. but they were of a different tribe, the type who'd rather live with their heads under the ground, hidden, supposedly safe. so everyday they took a little feather off my wings until I believed I had been born without them, until I believed I was crazy for one day thinking of flying.

the thing about nature is that she has such regenerative power; it's so immense we often can't grasp it, we underestimate how much something can be pieced back together, brought back to life. I see it all the time in my garden: I can't count the amount of times I thought my basil plant was done for but kept looking out for her and then, suddenly, a sprout. I've brought worms back to life after they fell off the planters and almost fried to death under the relentless sun. sometimes just moving a plant to a more shaded place or watering her a little more frequently can turn her from a zombie to an unstoppable force. not to mention the times when you pull someone out of the earth, convinced of their demise, only to find that the roots were still alive, and they come back with a vengeance, to prove themselves.

it's never a quick process, and you often miss it if you're not checking daily, sometimes hourly. some of them need a little more help along the way, a little fix to a broken branch, some sort of support for the weight of their fruit, a strong aiding in keeping bugs away. but it happens. it happens. spring always comes. the garden always fills up again. harvest always comes. it starts again over and over and over.

I don't think my wings are fully recovered just yet, but much like the tall sunflower that sprouted by accident in my garden, I feel like they're just about to blossom. 🌻

[basedkikuenjoyer]

A Tale of Two Hannya: Art Imitates Life

These are always kind of a trickier beast to write because by design the comparison casts a more negative light on a popular character. But they tend to be well received. Living near the path of peak totality for the big US eclipse, had me wanting to finish this one sitting in my drafts because well...we have both sun & moon themes as well as a dynamic of "upstaging" each other. Which is kinda cool. I really do think, when taken together, Kiku & Yamato give you one of the most interesting dynamics in this massive series despite the two faces almost never appearing together.

Let's step back a little though. Why? Why would our author structure so much of Luffy's story in Wano through the top two new faces for the arc? Almost splitting Luffy's story in half with mirror opposites; humble and helpful followed by flashy yet flawed. Pitting organic bonding against the spotlight. A very straightforward and earnest trans woman foiled by a deliberately inconsistent and ambiguous character falling somewhere you'd call transmasculine. Our Crane Wife and our Dragon's King's Daughter, forget the plot of One Piece for a moment...what's the reflection of our world they mirror?

As gross as it is to compare oneself to Doflamingo, I promise I'm going somewhere with this. And, to be fair I can think of a few specific people who'd make that type of comparison about me. I like to think I use my powers for good, but anyone with them would say that. Touched on it a little with the Otohime side story but over the 2010s I had my little strings in just about every corner of LGBT activism throughout a region that's now a solid gay haven in a conservative state. For the first half of that decade, it was thrust upon me because people saw how solid a representative a young, cute, well-spoken lady would be at diffusing old stereotypes. An MA in Political Science helped too.

Because it's currently Ramadan still, I'd like to share one story I feel was a high watermark and how it rippled in a way that is gonna shape my outlook here. When I noticed there was a shift. One I felt trepidation about aspects of initially and today feel vindicated seeing how Gen Z views their elders. It was Ramadan a fair few years ago now, while part of a board for something I got to know a local Muslim leader and his wife. They were used to inviting other community leaders to join them for Iftar, the fast-breaking meal. They wanted to show their young progressive members they were listening and respectfully invite someone trans, remember these are often very sex-segregated places. Even if there were some livid hardliners most of the women really liked me and you could tell it meant a lot to some of the older teen girls who really wanted to square more progressive beliefs with their faith.

Late 2010s, so if I told you there was backlash in queer circles guess who. More or less entirely people who'd fit that college radfem to transmasc mold. "I'd have gone to the women's side in solidarity and liberated those oppressed women being soo radical." "Don't you think what Rhea did was you know, kinda problematic? If I have to explain to you how it's low-key cultural appropriation I don't even..." "They only picked her because she acts like a little Barbie doll." Yes, that last one is peak feminism. They can call me wicked if they want; at least I was called to serve while they were all just rabble-rousers who decided they were the only morally pure enough ones to be local leaders. That's what this was all about, politics.

If you ask me personally about the current state of trans movements? It kinda comes down to that. Most Milennials, trans women, men, & even nonbinary folk, tend to use the community as a temporary safe haven but acceptance has come far enough it tends to stay temporary. Gender is but one aspect of our identity, the hugbox and group chats about pronouns only really feel like they're giving you something for so long. The holdout? In my experience that tends to be trans men or transmasc enbies who took a half-step before coming out in the relative privilege of radical feminist spaces offering a little space within. I don't have a whole lot of animosity towards these guys...it just feels like sometimes it becomes all of our problem when that radfem space pumped you full of a distorted vision of "male privilege" and you feel jilted you didn't get that by waking up one day and saying you are now man.

Was Eiichiro Oda going for all that? Fuck no. I was a longtime leader of a local movement, he's a cis author on the outside looking in. Better way these two make sense is more an author being aware enough (Japan had a similar trajectory over the last decade) these two serve well as standins for the extremes of what a teen today sees about this transgender community. Okama type caricatures just don't work anymore. Transmasc nearing 30 who feels like they don't even know what they want? Playing word games that feel like you never stopped and thought how they'd sound to other people? Chasing an idealized version of masculinity? It's not exactly an uncommon sentiment. It's a side-effect of finally getting that long sought visibility...scrutiny goes hand in hand.

It's a Tale of Two Hannya because it's weaving in the story of one community experiencing a Tale of Two Movements. Two movements that are at times diametrically opposed (foes). That's where the upstaging or "eclipse" aspect comes in. The way beats for one influence the other even without trying. Why Yamato's the one trying to find a place and Kiku's already dealing with average pressures of being a woman. Regardless of how you feel about that personally, you have to at least acknowledge this is the general impression teens today seem to have. Hypothetically, you could get the same effect between a more clear-cut trans man and someone kinda like Kamatari.

Ultimately, Wano is about who we are vs the roles we play. We see other places where themes of just saying you fill a role doesn't mean you are. I've said Yamato's a gentle critique of the extreme "you are what you say your are" side of trans movements. I understand why people would want to see things that way, but gender is a social phenomenon. For the record, I do think it low-key radiates dude energy to not care about shit like cannonballing tits out into the main bath, no one should have to act a certain way and all that. But it's a good pair for demonstrating where we're at in general. The emotions they evoke out of readers are a good reflection of where young men are kinda at on all this trans stuff. And both are still portrayed as cool, friendly people. But I do see where it's coming from when Oda shifts that classic immaturity element from Kiku more to Yamato.

[churro-on-a-unicycle]

Kazemaru and Max ‼️‼️

🫂📓💝👽

omg i get to talk about Kazemaru for once!! (and Max, again)

Kazemaru Ichirouta

🫂 A friendship headcanon

I think Kazemaru would be pretty good friends with Midorikawa. We've seen them hang out outside of practice before and I think personality wise they'd mesh pretty well? They're both also known to be pretty fast so I think it'd be fun if they sometimes race against each other or something!

📓 A headcanon about their hobbies

Outside of sprinting, which I'm convinced he still does in his spare time he wasn't in the track club if he didn't at least enjoy it, I think he'd be into rollerblading as well. I personally love rollerblading and I also love projecting onto characters but I think it would suit him really well! It allows him to go even faster than he can just running. I think he'd initially try it out under the guise of it being "soccer practice" (endou syndrome is strong in this team) but then he eventually just really starts to enjoy himself and get into learning how to do more tricks with it. It eventually just becomes something he just likes doing for fun and he gets REALLY good at it too.

💝 A headcanon about their love language

Ooh this one was kinda hard! I think Kazemaru would be the type of person to do gestures instead of physical contact. He doesn't strike me as particularly touchy but he'd do things like make breakfast in the morning or buy gifts for the people he loves just because. I don't really know what people do in relationships lol I'm aroace..

👽 A headcanon about a weird quirk of theirs

He HAS to run 3 laps around 5he field before the start of every match. Yes it slightly decreases his staminahe doesn't care. He's convinced it gives the team good luck (the one time he didn't was their first matcg against gemini storm, we all know how that went)

Matsuno (Max) Kuusuke

🫂 A friendship headcanon

I already very existensively talked about how I think he'd be one of the first players in inajapan who'd be able to warm up to Fudou. Other than that I think Max is generally just close to most og raimon members, particularly Jin and Handa. He's usually seen hanging out with Handa but I also think he's been friends with Jin even before joining the soccer club. They were classmates before joining the soccer club and they both joined at the same time. Coincidence? I think not! I imagine he ended up mentioning Endou running around with his big sign to Jin and they decided to both join the team afterwards.

📓 A headcanon about their hobbies

I saw @marmolao 's hc that Max sew his sleeping hat from I think it was a bedsheet, I 100% agree with that. To add to that I also think sewing is something he does to destress. Probably one of the few hobbies he's tried that he didn't immediately drop, maybe the hat he wears could be the first thing he's ever sewn? Idk just spitting ideas. I really like the idea that he does a lot of diy-ing when it comes to the clothes he wears, he tries to be so cool with spiked bracelets made of ripped up jeans and covers his clothes in pins and patches. And then he wears that cat hat and all of the coolness wears away instantly.

💝 A headcanon about their love language

I headcanon him as aroace, bc again I really like projecting on characters. That being said he still has a platonic love language. I think he enjoys making little things for his friends. Like little trinkets, things that they can keep on hand. That'd be so cutee

👽 A headcanon about a weird quirk of theirs

I. I don't think he's capable of parting with his hat, it's definitely a comfort item, but I also just think he hates having his head exposed like that. Like it feels Wrong not having anything on his head, which is why he has one specifically for going to bed.

[fox-xx]

colorful bursts - yoimiya x m!reader 

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tw/contains: just fluff really, fireworks and festivals, more fluff, reader is afraid of fireworks because they're loud, not proof-read

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lowercase is intended.

after working so hard on the set-up for the festival, yoimiya dragged you along with her to enjoy the festivities together. the only thing you dreaded were the fireworks, which you were afraid of. you were always able to escape them by making excuses, then going home and hiding your head under your pillow. you liked them of course, but hated how loud they were. little did you know what she was going to do for you.

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yoimiya was your best friend. you two had grown up together, played together, adventured together, worked together. you were described as two peas in a pod. you understood each other so much, and could tell when something was wrong. you knew each other like the back of your hands. the only thing yoimiya didn't know about you, was a big fear of yours; fireworks.

and how ironic that yoimiya loved to play with fireworks, making them so passionately and quiet when watching them. you only knew because her father would tell you as soon as they were over what they were like. he was the one that you told about it, and he understood. he didn't take it personally when you would always ask politely if you could leave to escape them.

he actually appreciated when you would swing by when yoimiya wasn't home to practice withstanding the noise. however, it was always fruitless, and you would go home defeated whenever you finished.

so it was inevitable that today, a day where people of inazuma were celebrating the end of the vision hunt decree, would be the day you were dragged along to watch fireworks.

you were walking back to your house with a crate of fruit to make some sweets for everyone there, when the blonde girl ran up to you.

"[name]!" yoimiya said, smiling widely at you. she looked ecstatic, very hyper if anything.

"yoi-chan," you said, moving the crate out of your field of vision to look at her. "what's up?"

"you're coming to the festival, right?" she asked, "i worked really hard on the firework display!"

"er, yeah... i am." you replied, "but i'm running a food stall, so i don't know if we can watch them together..."

you try to make up excuses, hoping she wouldn't try and drag you anyways.

"puh-lease, i already know your parents are running it. they told me to bring you along with me to watch them!" she said, still following you around as you started to prepare the fruits. "and also, my dad said that you'd enjoy it too, so i was hoping you would come with me!"

you didn't want to tell her, even though she's the type of girl who'd never judge you for anything. what could you even say if she asked you so sweetly?

"yeah, okay. but only for a bit." you answered, your heart pounding against your chest.

"hehe, great! let's go now! they should start any time soon!" she said, a smile of boundless joy on her face.

yoimiya grabbed your arm and dragged you over to akame island, and you hoped she couldn't feel your pulse from her tight grip on you.

you noticed the people buzzing around, trying to find good spots to watch the fireworks from akame island. you tried to find anywhere hidden you could run to after making an excuse to her, but you hd no luck as yoimiya brought you to her designated spot you knew so well from her father's descriptions.

you nervously sat down on the blanket strewn out on the grass, yoimiya taking a seat next to you. she stared at the sky eagerly, awaiting the fireworks, while you shuffled uncomfortably in anticipation for what's about to come.

"oh, yeah! i almost forgot!" she suddenly said, grabbing something from beside her.

you looked over at her and saw what looked like two cylinder-shaped items that were no bigger than her palm, before looking at her in confusion.

"what are those?" you ask, trying to calm your racing heart.

"hehe, earplugs! duh!" she replied, before going behind you and putting one in each of your ears.

you were encapsulated into a muffled silence, you were able to hear the people around you but just barely. you were surprised at how well they worked, and realized why she had given them to you.

"how did you--?" you started, were you screaming? or were you talking normally? you couldn't tell because even your voice was muffled.

yoimiya scooted a bit to sit next to you again, and just pressed a finger to her lips with a playful wink as she looked up at the sky, a dull yellow adorning her face.

you decided to look at the sky too, seeing the arrangement of colors flying in the air. falling ever so gracefully. you didn't even notice the loud booms, they didn't affect you at all with the earplugs in.

you felt rather stupid you didn't think of that solution in the first place.

but now was no time to feel like that, you were amazed by all the wonderful colors lighting up the sky, each firework completely different from the first, as yoimiya said; 'with their own meanings'.

such harmless and beautiful things, you didn't understand how you could be so afraid of them despite the sound. but now that your best friend helped you overcome it, you felt you could enjoy this moment forever.

though, it was cut short. you didn't see anymore shoot up after a bright firework in your favorite color. you hesitantly took out the earplugs and looked over at yoimiya.

"hehe, did you like it? i sure hope you did." she said, looking at you with a wide smile.

you were at a loss for words, adjusting to hearing all the chatter around you. it was... beautiful.

"i loved it. thank you, yoi-chan." you replied, smiling softly at the girl.

"of course! anything for you, [name]. honestly, you could've told me sooner. we have many families that still request fireworks for special occasions with children that hate the loud noise." yoimiya explained, twirling a bit of her hair around her finger. "obviously, i wanted those kids to have a fun time too, so i worked real hard and started to make earplugs for them to use. i only just now gave them to you because dad finally told me."

you couldn't help but laugh, warmth spreading around you. that was just a side effect of yoimiya's thoughtfulness.

"you're the best." you said, stowing the earplugs away in one of your pockets. however, you took note to make sure to use them more often.

"nu-uh, you are! thank you for enjoying the fireworks with me." yoimiya said, her smile sparkling.

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small note: sorry i haven't posted at all, i've been in a bit of a writer's block but i'm back. i plan on making some more oneshots soon, don't worry :D

[misscrazyfangirl321]

neal & henry: 17

"Watch your step!" Someone calls out, and instinctively, Neal freezes. Then he looks down, only to find a-well, a man, apparently, though he's only about six inches tall. The way he scowls up at Neal would be more fitting on a man thirteen times his height, but the wings do make him a little more intimidating.

"Sorry," Neal says, and the man rolls his eyes before walking away, wings dragging on the ground behind him.

Neal turns to the person who warned him, only to find the tech man. Horace? No, Henry. Henry, who's apparently grown up at the Sanctuary. Henry, who's known Ashley his whole life, who nearly collapsed when he saw her and clung to her like he'd break if he let go. Henry, who'd looked gutted when she'd pushed him away, not a hint of recognition in her eyes.

Swallowing, Neal finds his voice. "Thanks."

"No problem." Henry's grin seems sincere enough. Neal isn't quite sure what to make of him. "And don't mind Bobby. He just hasn't had his morning coffee yet, you know? Trust me, it'll perk him right up."

His words are light, though Neal weighs each one carefully. Maybe Neal's wrong; maybe there's never been anything between Ashley and Henry. Or maybe whatever's there is so strong, he's not the least bit concerned about the young and (Neal's never been one for false modesty) handsome man who's shown up by her side.

"You okay?" Henry asks, smile fading, and Neal nods.

"Yeah, I was just... Thinking about Ashley." He tests the waters, and Henry's face twists in pain.

"It's weird. I mean, she's her, but she's... Not, you know? Like something's missing."

"I guess you guys were pretty close, then?"

It's smooth. It's subtle. It's nothing to read too much into, just a casual attempt to gather information (judging by the startled look that Henry gives, followed by an unsettling smirk, it's absolutely none of those things).

"We grew up together. Ash's the closest thing I've got to a little sister."

Sister. Neal's next breath comes a little easier, though he tries to hide it. It's strange; he's not normally the jealous type, but it's hard now. For the past three months, Ashley's world has been mostly limited to El and Peter's apartment, but now... She has a whole life, and just because she doesn't know about it doesn't mean it doesn't affect things. Not anymore. Not now that they're here, and people who know her better than Neal ever has (know her better than even she does at the moment) can tell her all about her life.

"Well, hopefully she'll remember that soon." He tries to keep his voice light.

Henry's smile is a bit too knowing, but he only nods. "Yeah. And, uh, thanks. For taking care of her. And if you hurt her-"

"You'll kill me?" It's not the first time he's gotten a threat like that.

Laughing, Henry shakes his head. "Trust me, Ash can take care of that herself."

It's hard to picture Ashley-sweet, kind, thoughtful Ashley-hurting anyone, but he can still remember the fight. The moment he'd thought they were going to die and she'd started moving, moving like he'd never seen. Fighting with deadly precision, holding nothing back. There's something dangerous inside her, Neal knows.

He only hopes he gets to stay long enough to meet the real her.

[thirst2]

I had a dream last night; I don't think it took took place in high school (the location is hard to place) though a lot of people I was friends with in high school were there. I was walking past and Chelsea and Michelle were sitting there, with a few people behind them (I want to say Victoria was sitting behind them? And a few other people; I don't remember. From the people listed so far, maybe all band kids).

The funny thing is, it doesn't – entirely – make sense; Michelle and Chelsea didn't tend to hang out together (from what I remember, at least; it's been a while!). It'd make sense in the context of a band event, maybe, but I don't think this was one; just people hanging out in a location that I'd happenned to be walking past.

Of course, – as with dreams – that isn't the point. I hung out with Michelle and Victoria and, (unfortunately, in retrospect) less often, with Chelsea; this was my friend group in high school and so my brain put them all together.

I can't remember what was said but I started talking with Chelsea and Michelle; I think just joking band and forth, with Michelle, and Chelsea telling me about something that had happenned to her and me, largely, active listenning.

Again, 'can't remember the details but something in Chelsea's retelling caused both Michelle and I to keep laughing; it was't even necessarily a joke, just a mild frustration at the situation and the laughing was the laughter that occurs out of it being relatable; "wow, yeah; heh, – geez – that does sound annoying," or "why would they do that or would that happen‽"

And it was…warm; it felt safe and settled in, the way a home does; nostalgic, I'm sure, but also like chicken soup; nourishing.

Much of this dream is clearly pulling its inspiration from high school (even if it didn't realize it), from the people involved to just bumping into people you know from walking around the premises, but the reason I still, obviously, remembered it, this morning, is because it was that feeling of sitting with people you love spending time with, that you just feel utterly comfortable with, and…just listening to them talk or riffing off the jokes they're doing? Because, hey, they're really amazing people and pretty much any activity they're a part of is a joy to experience.

I've said before (I think…?) that the plan, after grad. school, was to repool my spoons and start responding more to the people who reached out to me towards the end of college, when my spoons went into debt, until then; reestablish the friendships I had spent so much time and effort cultivating. (Spoiler Alert:) That didn't happen but part of me wonders how much all of this was just…going to happen, anyway.

I mean, it wouldn't've been as bad, let's be real; I had a lot people who still wanted to keep contact with me and actively reached out to me: my lapsing is the obvious culprit of those scenarios. I wish I had been well off enough to respond to those who'd reached out to me because they were undergoing their own depressions, for the first time, and (for whatever reason) felt I was someone they could trust with that, to help them through it; but I haven't been well, for years, and I think the tragedy of it was that it was never going to go any other way.

But, even (maybe especially) without knowing that, I think I expected to keep the interactions like that dream to remain, at least, semi attached? Maybe, because I really don't experience friendship decay, I saw those types of interactions easily continuing (if I'd had spoons…) well into the future.

But, like…later life – rarely – has the same structure that high schools does. Unless you move to where your friends are (which, to be fully fair, a good chunk of them were/are in the city I live) and, like, are constantly out (a city is far larger than a high school's property…), it's going to be pretty dang hard to maintain those types of interactions, that sense of organic community I had.

Which, of course, may not've mattered; life is change and the process of keeping in touch, after grad. school, may've resulted in slowly acclimating to a new form of interaction which would serve just as well and this just seems foregone to be lost, now, because I never established the new way of doing things (because I never kept up those friendships).

'Lot to think about; most of it depressing.

I dunno; not a lot of new info. here (though I forget how much of the thoughts in my head I ever write down – my frequency in that department has dramatically dropped, since grad. school – so probably good to write this down, just to be safe).

I think something new, that isn't captured by that dream unless you're experiencing it from my head, is that (beyond all being from high school and Band) the through line all those people have were that they were people who I could sit down with and…not feel like I was bothering them? Or, rather, that my company would be genuinely wanted. Feeling like I'm doing something wrong but not, for the life of me, being able to pinpoint what was a commonality (until, funnily, high school, and then resumed, after that) and, even in college, there were friends whom, in the beginning, I think I made feel uneasy (some of which I only realized a decade later so, you know, fun) and I think the only reason they became comfortable around me is that whatever uneasiness I may've induced never…went anywhere? Like, the yellow flags that got raised never became anything else (and I was friends with many of their friends) so those apprehensions were eventually let go. I can't quite blame anyone for being uneasy about me (though it is a feeling I genuinely have no interest in inducing in others) but there really wasn't any of that in high school (or, if there was, not a degree I noticed); for whatever reason, I managed to do socializing well for then (and only then) and so those interactions often had a level of comfort and safety about them. I could stop and joke and be myself and that was, generally, receptive; I provided something to their lives as much as they provided to mine. I dunno; it's a lot of words when the summation of the situation is just, "You stopped interacting with those people so they moved on and, really, your actions could have produced a different outcome."

I need to gut-kick my executive dysfunction and text Caroline.

[p1nkphant0m]

HSSHHSH OKAY— i have a bit adjustments to the renjun request, could you make it when everyone is scared of the reader because he's intimidating, but also renjun because..yea you know— and they see them both acting soft to each other, instead of just the reader

Stone Cold[🍨]

➪ requested: yes

➪ contains: intimidating reader, gay Renjun, reader can sing (but is not an idol)

➪ pairing: Renjun x male reader

➪ summary: Renjun has some of the dreamies meet his scary boyfriend for the first time, they don't think they're right for each other until they find them being touchy with each other

lowercase intended

renjun and y/n walked side-by-side toward nct dreams dorm, y/n with his usual angry looking expression, renjun had a worried look on his face. "hey n/n?" he spoke up nervously, "hm?" y/n hummed softly. "can you try not to be so scary when you meet them?" renjun asked, trying not to sound mean.

"i'm not sure watch you mean, but I'll try." y/n spoke in a monotone voice, Renjun smiled slightly before unlocking the door to his and his member's dorm.

renjun noticed jeno, jisung, and jaemin in the living room, jisung turning his head as y/n let go of renjun's hand, signaling for him to do the same. "junnie's back—oh?—with a guy?" he said, staggering at the sight of y/n.

the two walked into the living, "Uh, yeah—this is y/n, the guy I was telling you guys about." renjun said, rubbing the back of his neck. "Oh, he's not like what I thought he'd be—not that that's a bad thing or anything!" jeno panicked, his eyes widening.

"It's fine." y/n spoke in a low grunt, looking off to the side. "ah, well i'm jeno, this is jaemin and jisung." he said, being cautious with his words. "actually, can we steal you two for a second?" jaemin spoke up, which y/n replied to with a nod.

the four walked into a separate room where y/n couldn't hear them, "I thought you said he was nice and cuddly?" jaemin complained, "he is! just not in front of people." renjun pouted, "jun, you know we want what makes you happy but are sure he's right for you?" jisung questioned, "they're both right, you don't seem that happy with him either." jeno added.

"I am happy and I love him! I just want you guys to like him, why can't you see that?" renjun yelled at he stormed off. he stomped toward y/n, who seemed worried about "junnie, are you okay?" he asked, his expression softening, "I'm fine. Can we go back to your apartment?" renjun asked, sniffling, "of course."

▪︎▪︎▪︎— [a few days later]

renjun walked back into his room from the living room and laid on top of y/n, who'd been listening to music with earplugs plugged in. renjun took one of the earplugs out and put it in his ear only to hear "garden" by sza "I never saw you as a sza type of guy." renjun smiled, getting a light chuckle in return "want me to sing it to you?" y/n asked in a softer voice than usual, renjun nodded. as y/n sang, he played with renjun's hair, who started to fall asleep as he laid his head in y/n's lap

"hey, hyung I left my—oh, sorry." jisung started as he walked into the room before noticing the couple snuggled up. "It's fine. you left something in here, right?" y/n said still stroking renjun's hair as he tried to soften up since renjun had explained that jisung, jeno, and jaemin were slightly intimidated by him.

"oh, yeah, my charger." jisung said, walking over to the outlet and walking his way back to the door, before stopping "um, hyung, I owe you an apology–I misjudged you" jisung stated, "hm? what do you mean?" y/n questioned. "when, we all met you, I questioned if you were right for him because, no offense but you freaked me out a bit," he continued "I was clearly wrong, seeing how happy he's been around you shows that. So, I'm sorry."

"it's okay, you were looking out for him, that's all that matters to me." y/n spoke trying not to switch to his regular tone.

"I'll, um, go now." jisung said before leaving the room.

y/n proudly smiled to himself about how well he handled the situation.

[nemeseos-noctua]

Hello! It's nice to see a new genshin impact writer! I saw requests are open, and there's two I have in mind (if it's ok with you): One is for Razor, Albedo, Xiao, and ganyu (possibly Aether if you can) wherein Reader is scared of love. Like, they're scared of opening up and love someone in fear of rejection or being tossed away. But yet they still daydream having someone who'd love them making it more obvious how much they want to love despite their fears anyway--

With this information, how will they confess to Reader about their feelings? Or comfort/console them?

𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: albedo, xiao, ganyu, (separate) x gn!reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: reader has a pyro vision, albedo and xiao story spoilers in their parts

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: srry for cutting some characters off!! the character limit is 3! (but personally i would write for aether hehe hes so cute i love him)

you just so happened to have a quest in dragonspine

you did not expect to see fatui—especially not fight them

and... you did not expect to get ganged up on! what is this? a bully session? what the heck?

Among the brawn and burly figures of the Fatui members, you didn’t fail to notice a streak of blonde and dazzling blue from a distance—your eyes widening as you prayed to whatever archon would dare to listen...

Please, please don’t be another stupid enemy. You thought with a grimace, your heart pounding in your chest as you could hear a voice—it was calm yet strong, like a endless waterfall or a river creek.

“Burst forth!” 

In a matter of seconds, a geo flower emerged from the earth, your form being lifted up on the tiny platform as shards of crystallized rock formed under you, nearly stabbing you in the gut.

Who? What? How? Who was this stranger? This vision-wielder?

Wasting no time, you plummeted down on a nearby Fatui—deeming this geo-user as ‘safe’, you summoned your own flames, charring the crystal snow black as you wrapped your arm around the blonde, barely taking any time to observe his features.

from then on, you never expected to grow close to this mystery man

turns out he was the chief alchemist of the knights! you weren’t personally associated with the knights... but being chief alchemist certainly was a grand title, right?

with the use of your pyro vision, you helped accompany—albedo—you learned his name was

at first, the two of you were just exploration buddies. but as time went on, butterflies began to form in your stomach, nervousness seemed to peak when he was around

love was like a poison—you knew it’d hurt, you knew it’d kill you to have a drop—

but you wanted it. you wanted love, you wanted to be held by albedo and to twirl his silky hair around your fingers...

but—would he want you?

You wanted to love Albedo so badly.

Yet you knew, you couldn’t. The alchemist just wasn’t the type for love, he was not the type to give kisses or reassurances, nor was he the type to confess with a rose in his hands.

It wouldn’t hurt to dream, though. 

The thoughts you had before you slept were of him, of how pretty his eyes were—you couldn’t even pinpoint a color for it. Sometimes, they were blue, sometimes, they were teal. 

With every shooting star that’d zip past the sky, every eyelash that’d fall and every fire that’d be lit with the palm of your hands... you hoped for a love. A love so grand it’d outshine the sun, a love so grand it could make you forget the past and undo the pain of before.

But, in the depths of your mind, in the wings of the butterflies that’d flutter in your stomach... you knew—

Albedo did not love you. 

albedo initially thought of you as a torch lighter.

LOOK, HE IS A LOGICAL AND RESOURCEFUL MAN. he does not see the world with a rosie-colored-lens like how many others do—he sees it as the facts

and with your pyro vision? combined with dragonspine, ooh, please... ain’t that a match lighter?

but as time went on, he started to see you in a new light

you were knowledgeable, you respected his views and even contributed sometimes! you were no prodigy of alchemy, of course, but you were well-versed in combat and oftentimes knew how to navigate dragonspine

(he asked you how you knew dragonspine so well. all you told him was “Pain”)

but... albedo is observant. he’s definitely aware of your feelings and nervousness, how you get overly sweaty near him and fumble on your words

it’s then he realizes—he likes you too

love is a foreign concept to him, uncharted territory and an unexplored region. of course, as an alchemist, it is up to him to discover the unknown

and love—love is unknown

how could one possibly dedicate their entire life to another? albedo always questioned this notion, for humans were free beings that wanted nothing more than to break free of their shackles

and yet—the moment the alchemist met you? all of those questions flew out of the window

he wished... he wished to love you. but to him, it looks as if you do not want to love him

It’s frustrating, really.

How Albedo would brush over your hand mindlessly, how he’d hand you an object and let your fingertips meet for two seconds too many, how his cold yet soft lips would curve into a smile upon seeing you return from your endeavors.

Why? Why? Why? Why did he do this? Was he aware of the way he made you go crazy? 

You wanted to love him, so so bad—but—

“[Y/N],” Albedo’s voice seemed to pierce through your thoughts as if he had heard them.

“Y-Yes?” You turned immediately, the rush of your heart not calming a bit, the nervousness of your leg that bounced up and down as a remedy that you wish didn’t have to be so obvious.

Averting his eyes from yours, you missed the pixie blush that dusted the tip of his ears. He was not aware of your insecurities—but he was aware of one thing.

That—that he liked you... a lot, in fact.

“Recently...” Albedo started, clearing his throat anxiously before continuing, “I have started to develop some... feelings, for you. It is okay if you do not reciprocate, but it feels wrong to think about you in such a light when you are not awa—“

“Yes!”

You winced.

And then, everything seemed to crumble. Was he talking about someone else? Was there someone behind you? Was this a mindless prank? As it had been all those years ag—

A hand rested on your cheek, bringing you back to reality with the mere touch of his fingers.

albedo... in all of his intelligent prowess... was not expecting for you to say yes

in the public, he is a genius— a prince, a prodigy, even. but to him, he is but a failed student who is trying his best in completing his master’s final orders:

find the meaning of life

what is life? life is broad, life is different, life is... well, life.

at first, albedo had assumed that his master was talking about living life, as in plants or animals.

but now—with you, with klee, with mondstadt, with everyone. 

the chief alchemist seemed to realize:

life, life was in you.

life brought joy, laughter, pain, excitement, happiness—

and sometimes, even love

“But Albedo I—“

“It’s okay, [Y/N]. Though I am not personally aware of what seems to be troubling you, I will do everything in my power to assure that you feel comfortable with me.”

Life was short, Albedo noted. 

So—he wants to enjoy it.

—With you.

xiao does not fear rejection, but he does fear love

how pitiful... for a guardian yaksha such as him to fear such a trivial matter

love—love was scary. love could take control of him like how he was manipulated in the archon war, love could tug his arms and move him around like a puppet

he, adeptus xiao, did not want to love

but then, you came in. and it frustrated him tremendously. you were but a mere mortal, a fleeting life that came into his eternal one. you were someone who he did not deserve

and yet, he loved you

so much, so so so much, he can’t bear it. he can take on all those karmic binds, all those whispers and hatred—yet he cannot bear the love he feels for you. he cannot bear the way his heart races or leaps whenever he sees you, he cannot bear you

but—his heart does not like the fact that you feel the same

you had told him before, one night, a few months ago... you told him how you were afraid of love

you were afraid of getting tossed away, of being forgotten like the fallen archons in war, like a side character in a play of fontaine

and all xiao could do was scoff. whoever dared to throw you away would meet his spear, his rage. he could not fathom a world where you were hated, where anyone would dare to reject you—because, because—

you were his world, regrettably

Pacing up the stairs of Wangshu Inn, you ignored the gross feeling of your clothes sticking to your skin.

“[Y/N].”

Jolting up, your eyes met with that of the Guardian Yaksha—his piercing gaze and unwavering strength eyeing you down as if you were a pest.

“You’re going to get sick. Your mortal body cannot withstand such weather,” Xiao scolded, and on cue, a flash of light zipped through the air, the deep rumble of thunder following soon after.

Observing the way you flinched at the noise, Xiao merely wrapped an arm around your waist, teleporting you to the top of the inn and into your room.

“Dry up. I will return with soup,” The adeptus waved off your nervous gaze. He was not stupid, he has seen mortals succumb to sickness, and he hopes that you will not be one of them.

but as he heads to the kitchen, he cannot help but notice—notice the fact that you seemed to be... uneasy around him

was it something he said? was he perhaps too harsh with you? you of all people should know his words mean well, though...

and ugh, here it is again. the feeling of love that made even him overthink the smallest of things

yet after he brought you some soup and got you into bed, the question still ran around his mind like a halo. did you hate him? was this sickness bringing out your true thoughts?

well, yes and no

“Xiao...” You quietly murmured, wincing as the winds picked up inside your room, materializing a certain Yaksha out of thin air.

“What?”

“I’m sorry...”

“...?”

Rushing up to you, Xiao immediately placed a hand on your forehead, worried that you were on the brink of death.

“I’m sorry for liking you.”

“... What?” His eyes widened in disbelief, in shock. Sorry? Why were you sorry? Did you regret liking him? Was that why—

“I know...” You trailed off, in a drunken state of sickness, “That you don’t love me. But that’s okay. I just... wanted to let you know... because I’m afraid you’ll say no... but if you say no, I can at least move on...”

Staring at you fiercely, his breath hitched in his throat. No? No? He would never say no to you, ever, ever.

“Don’t move on,” Was all he could muster. 

Don’t. He wasn’t ready for love, no, he never was—but—

He did not want you to leave. 

This action of sickness was finally a catalyst, a catalyst for Xiao to confess to you properly when you were in the right state of mind.

And hopefully—when he does, you will say yes. 

xiao only confesses because he does not want to lose you

his karmic binds, the whispers, the screams. he does not want you to get tainted by them—so he is selfish, he is selfish for loving you and confessing to you... but he, he cannot bear to see you go

a double-edged sword, love is. it stabs his heart, skewering it as if it were nothing. it plunges his mind, clouding his thoughts as they fill with you and only you

can’t he just indulge in this fluffy feeling, once?

no—he doesn’t deserve it, he doesn’t deserve you.

Under the rising stars and floating lanterns, the two of you sit. It is an unspoken love, you both share, it is an unwritten rule that paints the back of your minds like a canvas of colors. 

But love—is love. Love is the rainbow that forms in the sky when the rain is over, love is the sun that shines, washing away all of the coldness of the world.

Love is you.

ganyu feels... alone

so when you come into her life like a prospering glaze lily, she wants nothing more than to love you!

but you, confuse her. she is 100% sure you return her feelings, so why do you not seem to be... excited, about it?

To an immortal like Ganyu—love changes. At first, love was for the world, but then it shifted for mankind, and then it moved to... you.

She was no strange to love, in fact, she welcomed it! Ganyu wants to feel as mortal as possible, so when you stumble in and make her fumble for words—she knows she has fallen.

Like a meteor or a person—she falls for you. Everything reminds her of you, every flower and every bird makes her want to talk to you and spend her time with you.

But lately—you have been quite... reserved.

at first, ganyu thinks she is the problem. that she has done something wrong and she is a terrible crush

but then, she hears rumors. rumors about your past loves and how they rejected you mercilessly, how they played you like a marinette doll and caused you pain

to ganyu—that is the lowest any mortal could ever go. but for now, that is not her problem. she wants to help you, to make you realize that you are deserving of love and that you—you make her feel love

she—of course, does not confront you about this directly. ganyu is far too experienced to bring up past conflicts

but, she will subtly make you realize her feelings. with morning and night walks around liyue harbor, with hangouts and ‘dates’ at liuli pavilion...

love... it’s quite beautiful, isn’t it?

“Ah, the food here is certainly marvelous,” Ganyu gushed, enjoying a nice plate of jade parcels as you spared a smile.

“Yes, thank you for this, Ganyu. I know you work a lot and—“

“Of course, [Y/N]. Everyone needs breaks,” The woman returned your kind gesture, eyes crinkling in amusement as your heart pounded so loudly in your chest.

“In all honesty, [Y/N]. I feel quite a connection to you, and though I am aware you are hesitant— I just wanted to let you know that you are loved... by many people, not only me,” Ganyu rested her chopsticks down, making complete eye contact with you as her blue hair framed her face. The black and red horns that adorned her head glimmered—the kindness and delicate features of her nose and lips, her eyes and smile—

Your breath hitched.

ganyu—of course— does not expect an answer right away!

in fact, she thinks it’s quite unorthodox to confess to someone who is afraid of love—but her instincts told her it was right

it was abrupt, she knows. you don’t have to say yes, she knows.

but still, love was a game of chance—just as gambling, betting, anything. love was a game for two

so she took it. she took the chance, hoping that maybe you, you’d say yes.

“I...” You trailed off. You didn’t know Ganyu returned your feelings, neither did you ever imagine she could... Ganyu was half-adeptus, a caliber above you and your mortal-ness! Why would she ever think of you as anything more tha—

“Do not be afraid, [Y/N],” Ganyu’s voice was gentle as she soothed you. She had been here before, she had seen you cry out of a yearning for something you couldn’t have, she had seen your heart shatter and your mindset retract.

“I... like you too,” You responded, you felt light-headed, like you were soaring in the clouds that not even Celestia could bring you down.

Love, love was a gamble. And sometimes, you’d get your heart broken, your soul broken...

But love—it wasn’t so bad after all.

― constellations!

[shihalyfie]

So random thought, but it's important to asian culture and pretty important for at least two characters at one point. How good of students are the Chosen?

Like we know Joe is trying to be a doctor (and struggling at one point?) And Ken was like top of the nation when under the influence of Spore Juice, but do we ever get a sense of how the rest of the kids are doing in their various classes?

This is a really interesting question! It's a bit tough because we mostly saw these kids and evaluations of their academic performance in elementary school, when pressures to get into the next school aren't big in their lives yet, so a lot of things might change when they themselves start thinking about what schools they want to get into. For instance, in Kizuna, Taichi and Yamato's universities are modeled after Waseda and Keio respectively, and those are some really prestigious universities; I think the implication is that they were able to get into some high-level stuff once they put their minds to it, even if they don't normally come off as academic types. My impression is that they're both naturally ambitious people, so I could see them pushing themselves to get into into high-level universities like that (at least for the status) even if they didn't have a clear goal of what to do afterwards. 

In any case, Daisuke is canonically bad at math and numbers (02 episode 17), but he also comes off to me as the kind of pragmatic person who'd be bad at it mainly because he doesn't see a practical use for it, or, that is to say, the classic "but when are we even going to use this?" problem, because he's implied to be good at English and that's hardly an easy subject for a lot of other people. So in other words, Daisuke probably isn't good at actively committing to his studies and focusing on them, but there are still certain things that come naturally for him (I think at least a few people suggested he'd absolutely be the type to be good at home economics, and that's arguably the skill that's most useful out of all of them).

Otherwise, we don't really have a lot of leads. Miyako seems to be a borderline computer programming genius, and her getting into an engineering college with a foreign exchange program in Kizuna implies she must have gotten into a fairly esteemed university, but it's implied her performance in other subjects like science might leave something to be desired (02 episode 22), and I personally also wonder if she's another type who struggles with anything she's not personally interested in. Koushirou is probably well-versed in a wide range of subjects, but just knowing a lot of things doesn't necessarily make your academic performance good; the fact he eventually becomes computer club captain implies he probably has some degree of academic achievement and life balance, but I imagine someone like Jou whose life practically revolves around gaming the academic system would still do better than him just because he does all the right rote memorization and study routines, rather than poking hard into details of stuff that captures his interest. On the topic of Jou, I don't think his bad score in Adventure episode 35 is indicative of his normal performance (he says himself that it's the worst score he's ever gotten) but more that it was from the stress of recent events, and the medical school track is just really tough no matter how you look at it. But I do think he's the most "geared" into doing well academically, because he has the mindset and training of gaming the system for high marks.

This is mostly personal headcanon, but I think Ken still would have had reasonably good academic performance even after 02, simply because he's a fairly duty-bound and studious person. Obviously, they wouldn't be ground-breaking academic genius-level marks, but he'd probably be one of the academically stronger ones out of the group. Similarly, Iori also comes off as the type to put himself into his studies for the sake of duty and take them very seriously.

[nicoleheichou]

Now All I See Is Color - chapter 21: only for you pretty girl

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In a world where soulmates exist, it's uncommon for most people to find theirs. A lot of them going their whole lives never experiencing the world in color because they've never met their soulmate. But that all changes for y/n when she becomes MSBY Jackals player, Miya Atsumu's assistant. They're about to experience the world in color together. But what does that mean for y/n when both her and Atsumu are in committed relationships?

a/n: slightly suggestive towards the end but it's nothing crazy.

You finish prepping the ice cream and toppings, stepping back to take a look at what you've created. You were known to your group as the designated therapist, always the one they'd go to when they needed someone to listen to them. It had become tradition for you to lay out different flavors of ice cream and different kinds of toppings and sauces as a way to sort of break the ice. It was a way for you to not only give the other person time to organize their thoughts but to also just help keep them occupied until they were ready to talk.

A series of knocks ring throughout your apartment. You glance at the clock, not even 15 minutes had passed since he texted you asking to come over. "Coming!"

You finally open the door and the first thing you notice about the blonde is that he looks distraught, hair sticking out in different directions, probably from running his hand through it, a habit you noticed he did whenever he was anxious or unsure about something. Before you can even ask if he's okay, he's pulling you into him, arms already wrapping around your shoulders, his face buried in your hair. You bring an arm to wrap around his waist and your other hand up to rub circles on his back. You stand there until he finally pulls away.

"Sorry angel. I just really needed that." You shake your head, "it's fine Tsum." He shuts the door behind him and follows you into the kitchen. "What's all this?" With a shrug you hand him one of the waffle bowls and a spoon. "Ice cream makes everyone feel better." Digging in to your favorite flavor you watch as he hesitates, unsure of which flavor to pick. "Tsum, it's okay. The flavors aren't going anywhere." Grabbing a handful of your favorite toppings you sprinkle them on to your ice cream before putting on one of the flavored sauces.

"Ya know am not supposed to be eating this. Especially so late at night." Although he says that, he's already putting his third scoop of ice cream into his bowl. A silence falls between the two of you as you eat your ice cream but it's a comfortable silence, you don't feel the need to fill it. You hear a sigh come from the male, you look over to see him fidgeting with his spoon. "I don't think am in love with Mika anymore y/n. I think I've been fooling myself into believing I still love her, but I just don't feel it anymore."

Placing your spoon down you focus your full attention on him. Gesturing for him to continue. "She's different compared to when we started dating. She's always blaming me for when things don't work out or if something happens, she never wants to take responsibility. Am tired angel. This isn't what love is like. I realized that when I saw ya and Suna." You reach over and place a hand on top of his, giving it a soft squeeze. It hurt your heart to see just how much he was hurting over this.

"Have you told Mika your concerns?" He shakes his head. "She's mad at me right now. But I don't want to drag this out anymore. This isn't fair to me or her." You let out a sigh. Debating with yourself if you want to tell him what you found out earlier. You decide against it, he's been through enough, he doesn't need to know about what she's been doing behind his back. It seems like he's already made up his mind, there's no point in hurting him more.

You both finish up your bowls and he helps you put the rest of the ice cream and toppings away. "I think am gonna call in sick tomorrow. I don't think I'll be able to focus during practice." He buries his face into his arms that were folded on the table. You've never seen him so dejected, you can't believe that someone would hurt him, he's nothing but nice to everyone. Atsumu was the type of person who'd, as cliché as that sounds, give the shirt off of his back for someone he cared about even if he came off as a jerk sometimes. You can't help but feel angry towards Mika, how could she do this to him?

"Tsum? Wanna watch a movie and cuddle?" Without waiting for an answer you grab his hand and lead him into your living room. Plopping yourself onto the couch you pat the cushion beside you. He follows your lead, plopping himself right beside you. "Do you care what we watch?" He shakes his head, you can tell he's not really in the right head space, so you opt for a Disney movie to play in the background.

You get comfortable on the couch, laying on your side, leaving space for the blonde to slip in behind you. He hesitates for a moment before taking his spot behind you. He puts an arm around your waist and you cover the both of you with a blanket. Within a few minutes you hear his soft snores. You can't help but smile, knowing that you were able to make him feel just a little bit better. At the same time you hear your phone vibrate on the side table.

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[jinnwenhe]

regarding romance!

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Used artwork credits

Hop

Bede

Leon

Raihan

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———☆️

Hop🍀

It started as the cliché love story about falling in love with your very own bestfriend

Which, actually turned out great??

His Zacian/Zamazenta loves you as much as it's trainer does, and is willing to protect you from anything

Probably because it observed Hop being protective over you, and proceeding to do the same

Sure it might took a toll on him when you defeated him on the championship semi-finals, but he wanted you to be happy more than anything

He's such a sweetheart even if he doesn't show it much

The type to appreciate small little things, especially when it comes from you

"Let's camp together!!"

You camped together

He got chased by a wild steelix whilst trying to gather data for his research later

His Zamazenta/Zacian was busy playing with your own legendary

*from the distance* "GAH! HELP!"

You ran after him and calmed down the wild steelix

Then you walked to him and checked if he got any wounds or scratches, which leads you to cupping his face gently with a worried look on your face

Hop's blushing

He's freaking out inside

You didn't notice the tint of blush dusting his cheeks,which gradually reddens with each second that passes

"im okay, dont worry" he tried his best reassuring you

Even though he's blushing, he proceeded to press his forehead gently against yours, closing his eyes and smiling

oh no he's cute

You're blushing

haha blushy reader

You let him do his thing, its somewhat calming

He's warmm

His hands are calloused, different from yours; you just remembered this when he placed his hand on top of yours while you were checking for his wounds from before

This just shows how much he's been working off to reach the champion title

And yet he's completely alright with you taking the spotlight

After all, you're his shining star

And he wouldn't have it in any other way

You let him borrow your champion cape

And he lets you borrow his labcoat

It fits just right with you! And it got his scent, which calms you down whenever you're feeling anxious

When you wear his labcoat, you're 1000000000% irresistible to his eyes

"Don't be so adorableee" he said as he pulled you into a hug and burying his face in your neck

You only laughed softly at his reaction. He was blushing too,,,

You often waited for him to finish his lab work, even if it's until late hours

He's a really hard worker, no wonder he stayed until late

"Im sorry for making you wait"

He looks exhausted, but tried his best to pull a bright smile, not wanting to worry you

You only gave him a warm hug, which surprised him at first before he hugs you back and proceed to walk you to your house

💓💓💓 < your heart

Comfort time

There's usually some jerks who'd tease you for being the champion, or flirt with you in an impolite way

If Hop caught on to this, he would politely ask them to leave

If they still dont understand, his legendary comes out of his pokeball and growl at them

He'd ask them one more time to stop bothering you, but this time, with a menacing smile that says "stay here any longer and you wont get to see another daylight"

Then he'd check up on you, asking if you're alright, if they did anything to you or whatnot

Hed wrap his arms around your waist and drape his labcoat over you, because he knows his labcoat always manages to calm you down

"It's okay, you're okay, everything is alright now, c'mere"

You let him hug you as you feel safe around him, and you two stayed in that position until you feel alright again

💕💕

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Bede🍰

He's not the best at showing affection but at least he tries

You help him come out with quizzes for his gym challenge

And sometimes joke about the poses he makes when practicing

Sometimes, he gets reminded that you're the champion of Galar and he's way out of your trainer level

Which actually motivates him to become the strongest gym leader there is by pushing past his limits

"I'll show you how strong fairy types can be"

He said to himself as he was thinking about you

People kept misunderstanding fairy types after all, and thats a big mistake

You appreciate his efforts in maxing out his strength, and you show it by coming to his fairy stadium whenever he battles a challenger

You texted him "good luck, I'll be cheering 4 u!❤️❤️👍" before his matches start

And you looked at his direction after sending the message

He has just gotten your message, and opened it

Which leads to him blushing furiously as he covers his face with one of his hands

He took a deep breath and tried to regain his composure, only to fail miserably when he saw you looking at his direction with pure ambition and determined eyes as you grinned happily

All that i could say is, he's red as a beet

He wont lose this match, not when you're watching him.

He puts extra effort when you're watching his match, and made sure not to slip up. It'd be embarrassing if he did.

Opal notices this and only smiled seeing her successor acting out of his place whenever you're around

Opal knows something that you dont, and that's Bede's feelings for you

After his match ended, his Hatterene walked towards your direction, pulling you into a tight hug

You were surprised, but apparently Hatterene has grown to like you ever since she first met you

And when you look at Bede's direction, he was looking away with his arms crossed infront of his chest, visibly drowning in embarassment

,,,you wondered, is Bede projecting on his Hatterene or what,

Yes, yes he is

So you asked him if he also wants a hug, which of course he answered with "Why would i want a hug from someone like you? That'd be an insult to me"

You let go of Hatterene and hugged him anyways

He flinched when you hugged him, not knowing where to put his hands and just let them stay still in a defensive pose

Hatterene watched with a smile from behind you, seeing her master in such a flustered state was truly something new for the Pokemon

Not long after, Bede finally let his arms wrap around your waist, giving in to his subconscious and just hug you

he wanted to hug you anyways so thats a win win situation

You were actually surprised when he hugged you back

He smells nice!! Like perfume?? Cologne?? Floral scent

His Hatterene decided to join in and wrapped her arm around you both, making you all hug even more tightly

Bede cant handle this well.

No, not at all.

His face was really red and its hot— in all honesty, its cute, but he was burning

"Why do you have to embarrass me like this?"

You buried your face in his neck, which startled him as he couldn't think at all

"Y-you!!"

He feels nice and soft, so you're not planning to let go any sooner, likewise with Hatterene.

Bede's mind: ASDFGHJKL????—GODDAMMI—

OKAY NOW COMFORT TIME

His true nature would come out when you're not feeling yourself or when people would makw you feel like shit

"Hey.."

His face shows concern, but it still his usual look of coldness— however, his actions are warm despite his cold features

He'd let you wear his coat as he battles anyone who dared to hurt you

"Are you alright now..?"

He cupped your face and made you look at his face, swiping off the tears that stained your face with his thumbs delicately

He hated seeing you cry, and he'll try better next time to make sure you didn't cry

———☆️

Leon🌟

He's kind at all but sometimes he's just... "???????"

Training!! Dates!!

More like battle tower dates because he really admires your strength as a champion

Occasionally, he'd visit your house and check up on you, wondering if you're free for the day for "quality time"

At first, he was surprised to see one of the legendaries answering the door for you

And he couldn't resist to ruffle it's hair

your legendary on the other hand was kind of irritated by it

So it let out a displeased howl

Which leads you to come down stairs and see who is it

"L—leon?"

He looked up and greet you with a goofy grin as your legendary returned to your side, walking with you

He treats you like a gentleman, and sometimes is very strict with your training regimen

In which you usually whine about because you're the current champion and you have no business listening to him

But he'd swoon you with lovely words

And you would easily fall for it

you hate this

You hate him

No you dont

You love him, you could never hate a goofball like him anyways

Hey did i ever mention Leon's sense of direction is shitty

You went on a date in Wyndon a couple of times and he still gets lost everytime

"Ah!! Hey—....."

"Im lost again aren't i?"

He tried to find his way back to you but got surrounded by paparazzis

Even if he's not the current champion

You saved his butt since he couldn't say no to the people and his fans

He said thank you and hugged you, lifting you up to the air before pulling you close to him

This only made you laugh softly as you hugged him back, letting your fingers comb his thick lavender like hair

His body is warm and comforting, you really like his cuddles and hugs

He came into your house one time when you didn't answer his calls or messages, only to find you drown in your anxiety and self loathing

He pulled you in his arms and let you cry on his shoulder until you're all done and alright again

He'd draw circles over your back and tell you reassuring words— tell you that you're more than enough and he's grateful to have you here, alive and well

Your Zacian/Zamazenta got out of it's pokeball and helped you in calming you down too by giving you small licks on your knee

It'd whine whenever you're sad and climb onto your bed, nudging your arm afterwards as if it's asking what's wrong

You're lucky to have them both whenever you need them the most, and they're lucky to have you

———☆️

Raihan 🐲

It's finally the Character y'all been waitin for, dragon boi coming through

Okay serious talk here— Raihan is TALL

His hoodies makes you look smaller than you already are

You tried copying his "Gaooo~" pose a couple of times while wearing his hoodie

Its cutest thing he has ever seen his entire life

It makes him melt everytime

Okay aside from that, he's gentle and laid back, even if his personality is quite the opposite when he's on battle

He's cLINGY ASF

Don't forget his fangs, never forget his fangs

You're actually curious about his fangs since the first day you saw him

And he lets you touch it whenever you like

Youre still curious, because what the hell, its so cool

The first day you saw him after defeating him in a match and gain your gym badge, he immediately took an interest in you and your strength

"Hey Challenger!"

He called you before you tried to take your leave, gaining your attention

He then asked you if you want to practice with him next time, and have a rematch when you've become the champion

You agreed and exchanged numbers

What can i say, he spams you like?????? A lot

And casually sends you pictures of him and his duraludon

You love his dragons, especially flygon

Flygon loves you too, and one time it wanted to come with you

Raihan lets you keep his Flygon and you send him pictures of you with it

He sends emotes of duraludon crying, wanting to join you and your fun trip with Flygon to grab the Champion title

After you took the Champion title, Raihan greeted you with a big hug

And you hug him back with no hesitation

"Congratulations, may i have a selfie with the new Champion?"

He asked in a teasing manner, letting you down on your feet as you nodded

You took a selfie selfwith him numerous times before he posted it to his social media

He captioned 'First person to get a selfie with the new Champion'

He took pride in that, and some of his fans were jealous that you managed to get a selfie with him

From that day onwards, he'd have casual selfies with you, sometimes hilarious one and sometimes its just for showing off

You didn't mind it really, he's a celebrity anyways, so you understand why he does that

"Hey.. do stars have feelings"

It was three am what the fuck Raihan

You squinted at your screen seeing his message

"Why in the Galar would you be awake, dear Dragon tamer?"

You answered him

And immediately he answered "oh? The Champion is awake?"

You guys didn't sleep afterwards and was sending streaks of blurry selfies

It was fun and helped you cheer up

You got some of his blurry pics that he captioned "party rock in the house" when clearly its just him and his pokemons

What a goofball pt.2

You love him anyways shut up

Haha smol reader pt.2

[thisdreamplace]

Many many times i rmmbr on important situations like when sharing something i made with others e.g distant friends or a critical adult, or when i'd get courage to post something personal important to me online, id be afraid of getting negative reactions cuz people-pleasing is something i struggle with ALOT from childhood, many times what would happen is....... Nothing. No reaction.

E.g. the distant friend i was scared would reject me? They'd say the bare minimum. Its not indifference like not caring about what im sharing per say but more like... I'd feel literally nothing, like an empty blank, from them. No rejection, just neutrality, something I can't feel outright hurt by..

Or on the online case I'd get no reaction. From the laws pov, something IS DEFINITELY happening in these cases, as i wouldn't get downvotes or negative emojis either as I feared. More as if I hadn't posted anything. it didn't feel like being ignored (that hurts a lot just like rejection) cuz i wouldnt feel hurt by this neutral reaction. I mean i would feel mostly relieved of course as my fears didn't happen in those cases

Still i think from the law now, especially the eiypo thing, whatever was being reflected outnumbered my fear. cuz i remember these times so clearly as right before them, id get great anxiety and negative fears and all that loud worried thoughts in my brain. Sometimes even the whole night before id loudly talk about what might happen. E.g. this happened in a recent situation which was kind of big, drastic and not trivial and I was so sooo worried how id reply if people said or asked me stuff about that situation... What happened, again, was no reaction! At least to me/in front of me. People i was afraid would talk to me about it did definitely look at me, and I could tell they had Those Questions on their mind... But that day at least they didn't talk about it! Later on i felt this was almost miraculous i tell u! Funniest thing is that back then I hadbt even learned the basic thing like how much power thoughts have etc. Can u believe how lucky i am? Hahah

So, bestie, what do u think of these situations? I actually think they were positive. I do sort of feel blessed lol and sometimes id feel like I was being protected by something out there during these occasions. Despite the fear I mentioned! 😊

I want to figure out what and how these things happened, so I can understand myself and the reality I live in better....... and so I can make them happen again too lol 😂 Finding out about the law changes everything and I can't go back to foolishly thinking about things negatively soooo strongly like back then cuz i unfortunately 😂 know too well how habitual negative thoughts arent best in the long run. And like who'd want to be so scared of what others think of them sm when they're like the gods of their reality?

Looove u sm

Okay so, to me, this is just a case of: “there’s a greater power outside of me that can create any outcome.” This is how we used to live our lives, so this is why “consciousness is the only reality” isn’t always so obvious when we look back on our lives.

I mean, for example, there could be people in your life that you “never thought” would have acted some type of way. But you also believed in free will back then and that people could surprise you, so therefore you could manifest such experiences. It’s the same thing here, just a different sceanario.

It’s possible beneath all the fear, you knew things always work out for you anyway. I mean, intrusive thoughts really are just intrusive thoughts. I’ve had things I’ve ruminated on and truly felt in my soul and they didn’t come to pass because intrusive thoughts, while scary, are meaningless. I mean you said yourself you felt protected by a higher power! So it shows how you saw life, despite the fears.

So yeah, now that you know you have the power within you, you’ll have to practice taking more responsibility for yourself. Start instilling more beautiful thoughts and feelings within yourself, because you know you don’t have to be fearful anymore. 💖

[quokkalatte]

Affinity pt.3

It takes Hoseok a moment to figure out what has woken him up. He blinks groggily in the darkness of his room, sleep clinging to him and he nearly falls back into its succumb. He turned over, a groan leaving his lips and noticed his phone was illuminated and he'd gotten several text messages from Namjoon.

"Damn him to hell" Hoseok mutters and he grasps his phone, wincing at the bright light. The turned the brightness down for his eyes to adjust. It was 4 in the morning, and no decent human being would be awake this early. Hoseok growled, checking the messages.

Joon: It's in

Joon: Hobi get up we have to go

Joon: don't make me come and get u

Joon: Jung Hoseok I swear you're going to get us in trouble . Get. Up.

Hoseok cursed, quickly typing back a response.

Hobi: I'm up. On my way

Hoseok quickly got up and pulled a tshirt over his bare chest and pulled on some jeans over his boxers. He slipped on some shoes and grabbed his keys, setting off towards the garage. He stopped when he saw your door. He turned towards his living room, grabbing a pen and an unimportant piece of mail, writing down that he had to run some errands and he'd be back soon.He quietly pushed open your door, and set the note on the bare side table. He glanced at your sleeping form, curled up under your blanket, soft breathing sounds coming from your lips. Your ears twitched, but other than that you remained asleep. Hoseok smiled fondly, his fingers brushing over one ear before he left.

Namjoon was waiting for him by the billboard advertising Seoul's McDonald's a few miles from their destination. He was leaning against the hood of his car, a sucker stick poking out from his mouth. His eyes followed Hoseok's car as he pulled up. He walked over and leaned into his window.

"About time" he grunted and Hoseok glared at him

"I was sleeping, you know like normal humans do" Namjoon grins at him, pulling the sucker from his mouth, his lips stained a slight red "You're the one who wanted to do this Hobi"

"Yes I know that Namjoon. It's good money" Hoseok says. Namjoon hums in reply, studying his treat before returning it to his mouth.

"Well let's get going then, wouldn't want to loose our business partners now do we?" Namjoon grins and ruffles Hoseok's hair before returning to his own car and Hoseok headed for the drop off.

The warehouse was used to store miscellaneous parts for the majority of Seoul's business that needed heavy storage space. Kitchen appliances in some areas. A room in the back to store perishable foods. But mostly used for auto part storage. Seoul had a lot of car shops, Hoseok's wasn't the only one (but by far the most well known in the South) and they all had their parts stored here. Which helped with the underground business Hoseok and Namjoon were involved in.

Hoseok walked down the shelves containing microwaves and high end blenders. Namjoon followed close behind, his eyes raking over the products appreciatively. When they got to the section where car parts were stored, both men grew on edge. Hoseok glanced around the dark building creaking and setting his nerves alight. Namjoon wasn't any better, his hands twitched to the concealed handgun on his hip, covered by his jacket. "Are you sure they're here?" Hoseok murmurs.

"Positive. Same meeting space."

Namjoon replies. Hoseok grunts, walking forward and onto the section where tires were stored, Namjoon remained rooted to the spot. Hoseok looked around. Something had to be wrong, he would have met up with him by now. A slight clang made Hoseok turn on heel, his arms rough with goosebumps. He took a step towards the noise, and then felt the cold barrel of a gun press against his neck.

"Your late" A voice says calmly

"I'm here now." Hoseok replied in the same tone, his heart thudded in his chest.

"You kept me waiting. I don't like to wait" the voice said, a hint of malice in his tone.

"Ah, but you like getting paid more don't you Hiroto?" Hoseok smirks, and a short chuckle came from behind him. The barrel was removed and Hoseok turned around to meet the dark eyes of Ki Hiroto. His lips were pulled in amusement.

"You got me there. You're getting slow Hoseok, it's worrying" Hiroto stuck his gun into the waistband of his jeans.

"Still kick your ass every time we race though" Hoseok replies, and Hiroto snorts. Namjoon come rounding the corner, and sighs upon seeing the two.

"There you are. Thanks for letting me know" Namjoon says wryly. Yoongi rolls his eyes.

"Do you want your stuff or not? I was beginning to think you weren't coming. I'd risked my ass three times getting the stuff here and you don't have the decency to show up on time"

"Like I said, I'm here now" Hoseok replies.

"Well you aren't the one having to get through police scanners and dodgy truck drivers who'd turn you in the second they knew what you were carrying are you?"

"Do you want the money or not?" Namjoon but in, his jaw twitching with aggravation.Hiroto narrowed his eyes at Hoseok's companion, but turned and walked down the corridor. The two followed him, coming to a clustered set of boxes. Hiroto pulled a knife from his short sleeve and slashed the packing tape open, gesturing towards the corridor Hoseok peeked in, tugging a piece from the container. It was a piece to a engine, the name of the brand inscripted in Japanese. He scrutinized it, and smirked at his business partner.

He says, digging into his pocket and pulled out a wad of bills, placing it into Hiroto's hand. The man gave a small smile, patting Hoseok on the shoulder."Always a pleasure Hoseok"

"I can say the same Hiroto. See you in two months" Hoseok nods and Hiroto turned and skulked off, leaving Namjoon and Hoseok alone. Namjoon scoffed when the Japanese man left, and Hoseok laughed. "I'll never understand what you have against him. He's a delight"

"To you maybe. He likes to cheat"

Namjoon growls, pulling the now candy empty stick from his mouth, sticking it into his pocket.

"Of course he cheats, how can he not in this line of work? You're just bitter because you lost 40,000 won to him in a pocket game" Hoseok folded the box of parts and placed another on top, walking out towards their parked cars. The sun was rising now, a hue of reds and golds were peeking over the trees and bathed the area in soft light. Hoseok opened the back door to his car, pushing the boxes inside. He'd take those by the shop before heading home.

"I'd earned thar money racing fairly, and he cheats at blackjack just to take it from me" Namjoon set a couple boxes himself in his trunk.

"Well Joon, my dearest companion, You shouldn't have placed so much money against a notorious cheater" Hoseok laughs and Namjoon glares at his friend's lack of empathy towards him.

"Sometimes I question who's side you're on"

Hoseok pulled out of the shop, delivery of parts finally unloaded and ready to be dealed out next race. The parts were stolen from a manufacturing facility in Japan, some of the finest parts you could ever want for a race car. Freight trains and trucks always robbed of the parts as they were being delivered to shops and stores and storage houses. What they never knew was it was always people on the inside that stole them. It was a risky business, meaning death if caught. But the pay was always good. The parts were then sent all over the world, to car shops to be resold or to places like Hoseok's shop where street racers used them to earn yet living in driving. Japanese parts were guaranteed the fastest, and Hoseok always made a profit selling then for half the original price, he earned way more money dealing the parts around than the mechanic shop he ran. He always covered his tracks too, there wasn't any way he'd every get caught selling stolen parts.

Taehyung watched Hoseok leave. The mechanic was in on it of course, being the one who normally stored the parts in the cellar so conveintly built under the auto shop, with only three people knowing it's existence.

While Taehyung had been taking boxes down, Namjoon and Hoseok spoke in Hoseok's office.

"I was thinking of coming over later" Namjoon flips through one of Hoseok's many car magazines the racer had collected over the years. Hoseok raises his eyebrows and shrugs

"If you want"

"Can Jin and Jimin come? Let Y/n meet some other hybrids? I doubt Yeonsoo ever allowed playmates" Namjoon closed the magazine and set it on the shelf. Hoseok mulled over yet words, unsure of how you'd react to two male hybrids in a place you were getting used to.

"I don't know Joon..." Hoseok hesitated

"They're perfectly well mannered. And if Y/n us uncomfortable, then we can leave. It's been awhile since we've hung out alone, and not at the tracks or here" Namjoon says. Hoseok chewed his lip, then nodded.

"Okay, you can come later. Give me a bit of time to clean up" Hoseok says and Namjoon snorts

"I've seen your house Hobi, when is it ever not clean? Sometimes I wonder if you even live there"

Hoseok pulled into the garage around noon, already feeling exhausted after being up so early. He pushed open the door and walked down the hall, hearing the sounds of the TV going. He entered the living room, immediately smiling at the scene. You were sprawls out on the floor, a patch of sunlight bathing you from the window. Your eyes were closed with content and not sleep. Your tail, which was curled around your waist, flicked gently as you listened to the show on TV.

"Hey Kitten, sorry I left so early, I had errands to run" Hoseok says. You immediately sit up, eyes wide.

"Hoseok!" You yelp, scrambling up to hug him tightly. He let out a gasp, your grip was strong. Your tail curled around his waist as your ears tickled his throat. "I missed you" you say, and Hoseok smiled, petting the base of your ears affectionately.

"Missed you too Y/n. Did you get my note?"

"Yeah, that's why I didn't panic." You hum, pulling away from him, leaving his body cold. You curl up on the couch, Hoseok coming to join you . You folded your legs, tail wrapping around your waist as you watched the TV. Hoseok studied you, how perfectly content you seemed to be, how comfortable you were with him and his house. It made his heart warm a bit.

"Hey Kitten?" He used the nickname to draw your attention to him. You turned to look at him, head coke curiously.

"Yes Hoseok?"

"Namjoon is coming over in a bit, you remember him right?" Hoseok says. You nod slowly, remembering the man that was around Hoseok the night he rescued you. "Right, he's coming over, and his bringing his hybrids too" you eyes widen, and your fur puffed up a bit at that."I can ask him not to of course" Hoseok says quickly, not wanting to upset you furthur. "But I figured you wanted to meet other hybrids, I've only met Seokjin and Jimin once but their nice and gentle." Hoseok assures you. Your fur lies flat as he spoke, curiosity replacing anxiety. "But if you don't want him to bring them I'll ask that he leaves them home" You think for a moment, weighing the options.

"No.... it's okay Hoseok. They can come over. It's your house after all" you say.

"I don't want you uncomfortable Y/n. It's just as much as your house now" He says. You smile at that, a short purr pushing up your throat.

"I'll be okay. Let them come over"

Maybe it was a bad idea, you thought, your nerves getting the best of you as to heard the knock on the door. You didn't know many other hybrids, and the ones you did know had been to handsy. Yeonsoo had always taken you with him to parties, which meant everyone was drunk and looking for something to fondle. Yeonsoo had the habit to allow hybrids to touch you, never letting anything else happen of course, that was his job.

But you couldn't keep letting Yeonsoo's doings scare you away from living happily. Hoseok was better than your old master, and he hasn't let anything hurt you thus far, so you steeled your anxieties when Namjoon walked in with two male hybrids

One had jet black hair, little milky white ears peeking up. His tail was long and thin and twitched every so often as he peered around. The other, a cat hybrid like you had soft calico ears and a tail. He seemed slightly more bold than the other, straying a bit away from Namjoon to peek around. They were both very handsome, and it shocked you how stunning their features were.

Even with your new found philosophy of not letting things cause any hurt, you still stuck to Hoseok' s side as he greeted Namjoon happily. Namjoon spied your timid form, and offered a dimpled smile.

"Hello Y/n"

"Hello Namjoon" you reply politely. He gestured to his hybrids

"This is Seokjin and Jimin. Jin is a sugar glider, and Jimin is a cat like you. I got Jin first, and then Jimin because sugar gliders are more suited to having a companion to be around, so they don't get lonely." Namjoon explains.

"Why not have two sugar gliders?" You question curiously, then freeze. "I-I'm sorry, that was rude" you stutter out. Namjoon shakes his head with a smile

"You're fine. I was originally, but I found Jimin at a shelter and took him home instead. And Jin seems to enjoy his company well enough" Namjoon patted Seokjin's shoulder and the sugar glider gave a shy smile. Jimin flicked his tail and gave Jin a grin

"I would sure hope he likes me, we've been living together for 3 years" He snorts and Seokjin laughs. Hoseok watched you cautiously, seeing how you reacted. So far you didn't seem uncomfortable, which was a good sign.

"Let's sit down Kitten" he murmurs, walking towards the couches and you follow immediately. Namjoon sits in a chair, beginning a conversation with Hoseok immediately and you curled up and watched them silently. A dip in the couch informed you of another presence. You turned to see Jimin grinning back at you. Your eyes widen, a rush of anxiety pricked your nerves at his closeness, but he remained a respectable distance, folding his legs to face towards you.

"Hi. I'm Jimin" he says casually.

"Y/n" you reply shyly. Jimin was incredibly beautiful, and that made you a bit uneasy towards him. But your shyness only made his grin widen. "You don't need to be shy Y/n. I'm good" he affirms. Seokjin had come into your line of sight, drifting away from Namjoon to sit on the floor next to Jimin. His eyes were fixed on you. "And this is Seokjin, but we all call him Jin." Jimin reaches over and runs his hand gently through Seokjin's hair, and the hybrid hummed in content. "he doesn't talk much, but when he does he makes awful jokes" Jimin laughs, and you join in. Seokjin gave Jimin an affronted look.

"I don't make awful jokes! They're witty and hilarious" Seokjin snaps, his pride wounded.

"Can I hear one?" You ask politely, and Seokjin turns to you, and his eyes brighten

"Really?" He says with excitement

"Yeah, I've never heard a lot of jokes." You shrug and Seokjin gives a gasp of horror.

"Well don't worry Y/n, I have more than enough jokes to go around"

"Unfortunately" Jimin huffs, but the twinkle in his eye showed his true colors of teasing. Seokjin swats his arm and glares

"Oh hush you enjoy them. You laugh every time" Jimin giggles and it caused you to join. Okay, so maybe other hybrids weren't so bad, at least these two aren't. "Okay Y/n here's a joke."

"I'm ready" you affirm

"What did the ocean say to the other ocean?" Seokjin asks. You cock your head.

"What?"

"Nothing. It just waved" Seokjin said, and immediately started to giggle and Jimin laughed. You joined them, and soon all three of you were in fits of laughter over a joke that wasn't even that funny.

"Seems their getting along well" Namjoon comments as he takes a sip of the soda Hoseok had given him. Hoseok looks over, seeing how engrossed you were with the two hybrids, one in particular. Gone was your nervousness, and you were scooted closer to Jimin as he told a story. Your eyes bright as you listened intently, ears pricked and tail curled delicately in your lap. Some type of emotion clenched inside his stomach, and a jealous feeling overtook him seeing how well you got along with the make hybrids. Hoseok quickly turned to look back at Namjoon.

"Yeah, that's good isn't it? She'd been nervous before, but now she's comfortable. That's great" Hoseok says, taking a long drink of his own soda. Namjoon raises his eyebrows, humming in response.

"Yes. I was worried they'd intimate her, Jin's so tall and Jimin has a personality to him" Namjoon rolled his eyes. "But I'm glad they're getting along. The boys seem happy too." Hoseok nods, taking another drink of his soda, not being able to push away the angry feeling thats was well mannered and said nothing but nice and polite things to you, even complimented your looks and blushed like he was a kitten again. Namjoon hadn't seen Jimin like this for awhile, and he wished he new why Hoseok thought his cat hybrid would harm you.

'It's first owner paranoia' he decided abstractly. 'I must have been like that with Jin when I first got him.' Now memories of Namjoon always hovering around Seokjin when he took him to the park came into mind. How his anxiety caught up to him with he saw Seokjin interacting with other hybrids, always afraid they'd hurt him or say something nasty towards his sweet sugar glider. But the hybrids were always friendly, enjoying Seokjin's presence just as much as the hybrid did with them. Which lead Namjoon into adopting Jimin, he felt bad for leaving Seokjin all alone whole he worked, and Seokjin wasn't one do deal with loneliness well, thus Jimin came to their lives, and they've been happy since.

"Thanks for having me over" Namjoon chides when he stood in the doorway a while later. The sun was about to set, and it was nearly time to eat supper. Hoseok had extended the invitation for dinner, but Namjoon waved him off. He could tell the racer was on edge and he wanted to get home as well, knowing cuddles were within reach.

"No problem, you're always welcome" Hoseok told him.

"Don't worry too much okay Hoseok? You're doing a good job" Namjoon told him. Hoseok blinked

"What?"

"With Y/n. You're doing fine. I could tell you were on edge, but don't worry it gets easier. She's a wonderful hybrid. You're lucky" Namjoon nodded, and clapped Hoseok's shoulder before walking down the drive to his car. Hoseok closed the door, a small frown on his lips. It quickly turned into a smile when you walked up to him and watched him.

"Are you okay Hoseok?" You ask. He nods distractedly.

"I'm fine. Did you have fun?" He asks nonchalantly as he went and sat down on the couch. You joined him, sitting down next to him. Your ears perked at the question and your eyes lit up.

"Yes! Thank you for letting them come over. Jimin is really sweet and Seokjin - Jin I mean- is really funny. They tell good stories and Jimin came from a home like I used to have. But just like me, someone good found him and now he's happy" You grin. Hoseok smiled at you, his heart swelling at your happiness.

"And you're happy here?" He asks cautiously.

"Absolutely" you tell him firmly. "Do you- do you think they can come over again? Namjoon, Jimin and Jin I mean" you ask shyly. Your eyes were wide, and it was almost like you were giving him puppy eyes despite being a cat. Hoseok felt like putty in your gaze.

"Of course, anything you want kitten "Oh God, how was he going to resist you?

[my-keyboard-did-it-not-me]

The Storm That's Brewing

Summary: morning in Spain, breakfast

Warnings: food/eating

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Chapter 9- A Morning Of Chocolate, Charging And Charming

Waking up was always hell, Virgil thought. Waking up to the smell of burning chocolate, and the sound of faint cussing from another room, though? Virgil wasn't sure how he felt about that.

Of course he was mad about waking up, and if it were up to him he'd nestle back under the covers and sleep for another week, but he was already on his feet before the thought crossed his mind.

Out of habit he checked his phone before anything else: one message from Patton, reading 'Okay! See you tonight!' followed by a heart, cat, and tea emoji. He replied a simple 'ok' emoji and shut off his phone. Then he did what his instincts told him and followed the chocolate.

Stepping out into the hallway, Virgil pondered over why he wasn't completely freaking out right now. For once, he had plenty of reason to: he'd just discovered that his roommate could teleport, meaning that he and Patton weren't the only superpowered ones out there and there could be countless others, that his life was probably going to get a lot more complicated very quickly, and also that he was in Spain. He was sure a breakdown was inevitable. Yet, walking barefoot towards a stranger's kitchen, in a stranger's house, in borrowed clothes, he felt completely fine. Probably because of shock. Or denial. Either way, he preferred it to stressing.

As he neared the kitchen, the cursing stopped, and he noticed quiet music playing from Roman's phone on the table. Behind, Roman stood, frantically jumping between the tasks of mixing bowls, setting the table and presumably not burning the place down.

Roman hadn't noticed Virgil sit down at the table, until he went to place a cup next to him and jumped out of his skin.

"Heckedy heck! Five abs and a peck! Warn a guy before you sneak up on them."

Virgil laughed. He'd never seen Roman so disgruntled before- dressed in sweats and an oversized Disney tee, hair unbrushed and face bare, discounting the line of flour he had across his cheek. Virgil rarely caught Roman in the mornings before either of them left for work, or for social purposes in Roman's case. He liked plain Roman- he seemed less like an annoying preening peacock, and more like an annoying, cute robin. Not like Virgil had any issues with Roman looking dressed up though, both were very pleasant sights.

"Well that's... An image. But yeah, good morning to you too Princey." He said, aiming for sarcastic, but just sounding tired (which he was). He glanced behind Roman, where he could see smoke. "Uh, something's burning."

Roman quickly turned the oven off, scowling into the previously smouldering bowl. He placed it, as well as another onto the table.

Virgil peered into one of the bowls and saw a mass of clumpy, charred chocolate. He bit his lip. "This looks... Good?"

Roman sighed and flopped into the seat opposite Virgil. "I know, I know. It's burnt. It's inedible. It's unsalvageable." He draped an arm across his head. "You've found my weakness- it's chocolate."

Virgil laughed under his breath. "What were you even trying to do? Burn the house down?"

Roman titled the other bowl for Virgil to see; inside were a load of piped, yellow-y shapes.

"Churros?"

Roman nodded solemnly.

"Why is this one shaped like a deformed dinosaur?"

"I was trying to make some Mickey mouse shaped."

Virgil tried to hide his smile. <i>Of course <i/>he was. "Alright well the chocolate is salvagable. Did you make the sugar dip thingy?"

Roman perked up. "I was just about to but..." He poked the chocolate lump with a spoon. "Really?"

Virgil stood, "Is there a kettle?"

"Why, of course!"

Roman outstretched his hand and, with a slight pop, a kettle appeared.

"Dude. How do you do that?"

"I don't know, I just-" He looked suspiciously up at Virgil, "I usually can't do it with people watching."

Virgil raised an eyebrow.

"Here." Roman handed Virgil the kettle.

Virgil placed it underneath the tap and filled it. A silence fell over the cabin. Virgil realised that he and Roman hadn't actually ever spent that much time together since their first day in the apartment. He reckoned, now that some new secrets had come to light, that was going to change. Was that a bad thing?

Once the kettle was almost boiling on the stove, and Roman had (manually) found a spare bowl and several types of sugars, Roman tried to initiate a conversation. Unfortunately, it wasn't one that Virgil wanted to have so early in the- morning? Afternoon? What timezone should he even go by?

"So uh... Do you just do lightning or are you like Storm?" Roman tried.

Virgil glared at him.

Roman summoned a white flag into his hand. "Alright, alright, Lightning McQueer, we'll talk about it later."

Virgil narrowed his eyes. Did he hear Roman correctly? He huffed out a small laugh despite his best efforts not to.

Roman beamed. "Virgil smiling within an hour of waking up? What magic is this? "It's straight out of a fairytale."

Virgil shook his head. "Yeah right, as who, the villain? The evil witch?"

Roman gasped. "Of course not! You are clearly the princess. The damsel in distress." He lifted Virgil's hand and tried to spin him.

"I have a kettle full of boiling water in my hand, you dolt!"

Virgil gently pushed Roman away, careful not to

Roman chuckled. "You certainly have the distressed part of damsel in distress going on."

"Dream on Princey." Virgil poured some water into the closest mug. He looked around for a second, then at Roman, "Spoon?"

"Me?"

"Do you have a tea spoon?" Virgil asked impatiently.

Roman smirked and handed Virgil a spoon he'd gotten from seamingly nowhere. Was he creating them or bringing it from another place? If so, where? Virgil would've asked if he hadn't already waved away Roman's question about his lighting/Storm powers.

Virgil muttered a "thank you" and poured a spoonful of boiling water in the charred chocolate and began mixing.

Roman quietly mixed some sugar and then began to reheat whatever oil he'd been using to cook the churros.

It didn't take too long for Virgil to revive the chocolate.

"How did you save it?" Roman asked incredulously. He placed a plate of freshly cooked churros, and a bowl of mixed sugars, in the centre of the table. He tried to pick up one of the churros but dropped it, blowing one his fingers to try cool them down.

Virgil grabbed Roman's dropped churro. He dipped it in the sugar and stirred it idly in the chocolate.

"If you somehow hadn't noticed, Patton likes to bake cookies, like, all the time."

"Uh-huh."

"Well he doesn't like to read recipes and we both get distracted pretty easily- plus, neither of us have any sense of time- so we've burnt a lot of chocolate. And we did this one time at the apartment and Logan came out of his room for once and got all Lecture Mode and told us that when you burn it you basically remove loads of moisture or whatever so you just re-moisturize it." Virgil took a bit of the churro then reconsidered his words. "That sounds weird. But... Yeah."

"I guess the know-it-all does know some useful facts after all. Let the record show, I always had full faith in him."

"You just called him a know-it-all."

"Unimportant." Roman said, dismissing the statement with a wave of his hand. He reached for a churro but they were still steaming hot. It was possible he'd overheated the oil a bit.

To Roman's surprise, Virgil grabbed and ate another churro without issue.

"How are you not burning yourself? These churros are hotter than Hades' hair."

"They're not that hot." Virgil shrugged.

"Virgil, they're steaming hot." He poked one. "Like me but in a less fun way."

Virgil suppressed a laugh. "Drama queen."

"Emo nightmare." Roman retorted.

Virgil began to think of a witty reply but found that 'emo nightmare' was really more of a compliment. He instead replied, "Thank you."

Roman summoned a fork and stabbed a churro. He did his best to fully cover it in sugar and chocolate without dropping it and, somehow, did so successfully. It was a truly heathenly way to eat a churro, he knew, but he was hungry.

After several churros (which never seemed to cool down, by the way), Virgil finally worked up the courage to ask, "So... When are we going back to America?"

Roman wiped some chocolate off of his chin. "What's the rush? Do you have work? A date? Some emo band concert tickets?"

"Ha-ha." Virgil deadpanned. "But no. No plans. Just... You know... America?" <i>Smooth.<i/>

"Alright, My-Chemically-Imbalanced-Romance, as you wish. How about I escort you home after we both get ready?"

"Both get ready? God, we're never leaving." Virgil sniped.

"Ha-ha. I don't take that long to get ready-"

"You're the reason Logan made morning bathroom schedules."

"-<i>But<i/> I have no plans today so I have no need for makeup. Just a quick shower. I'll use the en suite in the main bedroom if you want to use the main; I know you prefer to shower at night but since you were a little busy last night..."

<i>'A little busy' was an understatement,<i/> Virgil thought, but he agreed.

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Despite Roman's promise to be quick, Virgil was ready a whole half an hour before Roman, who sauntered in at 5:30pm (Spanish time, which Virgil didn't know how to convert to his normal time), a whole hour after breakfast.

"Dude."

"Alright, it took a smidge longer than I'd previously anticipated- outfits and all- but I'm here now. You ready to go?"

Virgil ended his conversation with Patton, who'd been texting him from work, and slipped his phone is his hoodie pocket. He stood up. Roman walked over and took him by his hands. "What are you doing?"

"We need to be touching, apparently."

Virgil recoiled. "Apparently?"

Roman laughed nervously. "I've never teleported with someone else with me."

Virgil sighed and offered Roman his hands, "Great."

Roman accepted. He held Virgil's hands tightly, which sent sparks up and down his spine (possibly literally, it was hard to tellwith him) and closed his eyes for a second, then let go. He proposed, "Why don't we for a walk first? There truly are some splendid views around here."

"Roman."

"It must be almost sunset, very picturesque-"

"Roman."

Roman collapsed onto the couch. "It didn't work."

"What do you mean 'It didn't work'?"

"I tried to take us back to the apartment, back to my room, your room, behind the apartment, backstage at the Mind Palace... Nada."

"Why?"

"I can't do it when people are watching," Virgil raised his eyebrows. "Or cameras. I guess somebody's home."

"You don't say."

"No need to fret, though, we can try again a bit later. Somewhere's got to be empty eventually."

Virgil flopped down onto the couch next to him.

"Actually," Roman turned to Virgil, "I have another solution. May take a while though. Need to send a few texts. Want to go for a walk?"

Virgil bit his lip. He hated having no control. "Okay."

"Curses, my phone's dead. Please spare me a second."

"Give it here." Virgil said, already regretting it.

Roman handed over his phone with very little hesitation. Virgil's phone was his lifeline; he doubted he could hand it over as easily as Roman had.

Virgil placed the phone between both of his palms, like a sandwich. He glanced towards Roman then back at the phone. Energy coursed through his hands, like constant static shock, although a lot less painful. He watched as the minute switched over to 17:29, and as the battery percentage steadily increased. He stopped at 20%, which took a minute, as it was 17:30 when he was done, although Virgil hadn't noticed the time passing, too focused on his task.

He could've charges the phone up fully, or a little faster but if he'd learnt anything from the seven phone batteries he'd killed within a week, it was best to take it slowly. The last thing he wanted was to ruin Roman's nice phone.

"There." Virgil handed the phone back to Roman.

Roman desperately wanted to pepper Virgil with questions about his (awesome) powers, but he'd been raised a polite gentleman and opted to only thank Virgil, no questions asked. He knew both of them were equally curious of the other's abilities, but perhaps it wasn't the right time. He'd let Virgil ask the first question.

Roman sent a series of texts and received a response almost instantly. It was technically part of her job.

Plans were made- which Virgil knew not of, for no reason other than that he didn't ask, and this wasn't something Roman paticularly wanted to be known- for an hour's time. That left plenty of time for a nice walk, and hopefully an enlightening chat, Roman thought.

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Greenberg Appreciation Week Day 5: Supernatural

What if Greenberg had been a chimera? What if Theo had had enough serum to bring back five?

Zac Greenberg gasps in air as his eyes open wide in shock and pain. His mind is fuzzy and his nerve endings are electrified. He pushes himself to his feet to see others standing up as well. They're all filthy, covered in blood and is that mercury?? All around the giant stump he stumbles off of are bodies. Other kids who aren't getting up. Why aren't they getting up?

The only clean person he can see is that new pretty boy, Theo. He's still pretty, but now there's a look in his eyes that sends a shiver of fear down his spine. He lines up with the others who'd stood up.

One of the girls asks, "What... what's happening?"

"Who are you?" The other asks. Are those scales?

"I am your Alpha." Theo answers. Something inside Zac strains toward the other boy at the word 'Alpha'. "And all of you," Theo looks at them all. "All of you belong to me."

Theo turns around and walks off. After a moment, Zac and the others follow as if pulled by a tether.

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Theo takes them to an abandoned looking warehouse-type building. "First things first. You all get cleaned up. You still stink of death." He opens a trunk of clothes. Zac doesn't quite understand how he knows, but they all smell like Theo. "This place was going to be a gym. The old shower rooms are down that hall. Get clean, get dressed. When you're done, I'll answer your questions and then take you home."

They all grab some clothes from the trunk, mostly sweats and tshirts. Zac follows the boys to the men's room. In a room past the the toilet stalls are a few shower stalls as well. Zac isn't sure how an abandoned building is supposed to have running water, but has not going to question it if they work.

They do. The water doesn't get much warmer than tepid, but it's nice to rinse the grime off. One of the other boys quietly complains about the lack of soap. Zac quietly agrees but if Theo is serious about taking them home, he'll take a more thorough, hot shower there.

When they're finished and dressed. (Theo is considerably shorter than Zac, he had to push up the sleeves and pant legs to to give himself the illusion of them fitting. The shirt is tight across his shoulders.) They shuffle into the room they left Theo in. The boys sit on some steps facing a silent Theo. The girls join them a few minutes later.

"Who wants to go first?" Theo asks.

One of the girls immediately asks, "Who are you? You didn't actually answer before. And why can't I remember anything?"

"How did we get out in the woods? Why did we leave the other kids behind?" The smaller of the other boys asks.

"What the hell did you mean by you're our Alpha and that we belong to you?" The other girl demands.

Before Zac or the third boy can ask anything, Theo's eyes flash a glowing yellow and he hollers, "Quiet!" He has fangs...

"My name is Theo Raeken."

"What are you?" Zac whispers.

"I am a chimera. So are all of you. You might have fuzzy memories of three creepy people looming over you with fucked up steampunk masks? Maybe you thought it was a bad dream? Well it wasn't. They're called the Dread Doctors. Dumb, I know, but I didn't name them. They made you. Each of you were a genetic chimera with two sets of DNA. Skin grafts, organ transplants, bone marrow, whatever. The Doctors made you into supernatural chimeras by splicing your already altered DNA with that from supernatural creatures and/or animals with special abilities. When you and the other kids you saw didn't live up to their standards, the Doctors killed you. I brought you back, there was only enough serum to bring back five. I chose you. You're mine."

"So, you're saying we're all different types?" The third boy finally asks.

"Yes and no. The Dread Doctors are trying to use the chimeras they make to bring back a legendary killing machine. A feral werewolf called The Beast of Gévaudan. None of us made the cut, obviously. But each of us are part werewolf, our other halves are all different."

"So, do you know what we are?"

"Yes. I am werewolf and werecoyote. You, Hayden, are part werejaguar. Makes you fast, an excellent hunter. Tracy, you're part kanima, a creature created when a persons emotional state makes their body incapable of properly accepting an Alpha werewolf's bite. You can climb walls, your claws contain a paralytic toxin, and sometimes you have a very strong, very agile tail. Josh, you're part raijū, a Japanese creature known as a "Thunder Beast". You can consume, transmute, and conduct electricity. Corey and Zac? The Dread Doctors had such high hopes for you. They once captured a Reaper. You know, one of those things that collects the souls of the dead and takes them to the next plane or whatever. Yeah, you got spliced with one of them, Corey. You can turn completely invisible. Not much in the way of defense, but you'll make an excellent spy. And Zac," Theo pauses to look Zac up and down. "A very rare, very difficult to capture dragon contributed to your creation. I'm ninety percent sure you can't shift into one, but with practice, you should be able to breathe fire. You're also fireproof. Would've made an excellent defense against the hellhound The Beast is supposed to fight. I'd also try to stay clear of shiny things if I were you."

Everyone is reeling from the information Theo had just presented them. Zac decides to pick it all apart later when he's alone and can freak out in peace. Instead, he focuses on the last thing the other boy had said.

He returns the slow once over with one of his own. "I dunno, Alpha. I think I should worry more about pretty things distracting me than shiny things."

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