#english is not my first lenguaje

[wolfgirl-valentine]

My final piece for @moorishflower gorgeous story "Us and the moon!!!! I'm sure you all would love it as much as I did 🙏🏼✨ It was an honor and a delight to paint this scenes. This was my first big bang and it was a lot of fun(and anxiety sjsjsj) thanks to everyone involved in this amazing experience, specially to Moorishflower for their wonderful narrative that was a great inspiration 🙏🏼✨

This one's quote is going to be under a cut, because it's the final part and doesn't feel right to be read for the first time this way 😅

"Just us, Dream echoes, quietly delighted, and then takes off running into the dreaming night with Hob yipping at his heels."

"And in London, in the Waking, in a cosy flat miles and centuries away from a shadowed clearing where a seven year-old boy made a deal he did not understand with a little god that he would eventually outlive, two wolves – one dark as night, one burnished bronze and tawny-gold as dawn – lie curled nose-tip to tail-tip in a nest of blankets. Fast asleep, and dreaming of the moon."

[robinsartisticcorner]

This is the first time Im posting a drawing I made so I'm really nervous

This is the digital drawing I'm most proud of to the date, and I know is really simple but I'm just starting to learn how to draw digitally and I'm not even that good with traditional still so to me this is a lot.

I hope you all like it and and if you could reblog it I would be really thankfull 😊😊

All the information about the character is below the cut so if you're interested be sure to check it out, and if you will like to know anything about him or any of my others OC's you can ask me anytime. I love to talk about my OC's but I don't really have anyone to do it with so it would make me really happy.

This is Liam, Liam Drake.

He is one of my favorite OC's and the one I draw the most with no doubt 💜.

He's member of my imaginary band called NonExpectations in Wich he plays the drums, he is also romantically interested in the most recent member, Elías, and used to have a relationship with the ex-guitarist

He works as a tattoo artist and is studying to become a veterinarian, he loves animals but mostly cats and dogs, he's a simple man.

His favorite hobbies are drawing and listening to music.

He likes pastel things, sweets, kdramas, spending time with Elías, fashion and dyeing his hair.

He hates sour things and can't handle spice at all, animal abuse or animals dying in movies makes him cry unconsolably, he can't stand mean or egocentric people, and he hates when people (mostly parents or old persons) look at him weirdly for the way he looks, it makes him really uncomfortable.

He is REALLY shy and awkward so he doesn't have a lot of friends outside the band members and his co-workers.

He lives with his mom, one of his big sisters and his two younger siblings. He also has two more older sisters, who live with they're respective parnerts, and a nephew and niece.

His natural hair color is blonde but he's being dyeing it in different colors since he was 14 years old.

He has a lot of piercings, like, a LOT. On the head he has: seven on his left ear, six on the right, one on each cheek, one on the tongue, and one on his right eyebrow. Then he has one on each nipple and some on his private parts 😳.

He is pretty tall, around 180 cm, and has broad shoulders but is really thin since he mostly lives at ramen and pastry, thin enough to make his big sisters, mother and Laura (the band manager) worry.

He has really notorious eye bags from not sleeping ever (he doesn't have time for that mom, he has so much study to do).

He loves fashion, specially alternative fashion, he dresses somewhat edgy mostly but sometimes he likes something more casual or even preppy.

His appearance tends to intimidate others, but he's a real pacifist and hates anything related to violence.

His biggest dream is to live in a farm with the love of his life and to have a lot of animals.

[arachnitech]

HEAR ME OUT one night Miles returned to the dorms injured from his night patrol so Ganke helped him to clean his wounds as he scolded him and when he was done he let his impulses win and he kissed Miles and thought he would reject him but Miles kissed him back and then they look at each other for a while until Ganke ask "Can I kiss you again ?" AGHHHHHHHHHH

YES LIKE THE MITSKI SONG

[0anonnymouslyours0]

heyyy, I was wondering if you could write something w professor!reid where reader is his wife and she goes to watch his class and when the class is over she is the first on going to kiss him and saying hi so everyone (specially the girls) are shocked

sorry if you don't understand this English is not my first lenguaje

pd I love your work sm

here you go <3

spencer hasn't noticed you'd slipped into his lecture, sitting up the back to watch as your husband talks animatedly to his students. he walks up and down the stage, frequently questioning students to keep them engaged. you'd brought him some lunch, hoping to spend a bit of time in his office before the stream of students came to ask him questions. you'd heard they were particularly persistent, especially the girls.

spencer glances down at his watch, pointing at the board to tell everyone to write up those last notes, before beginning to pack up his stuff. you grab your stuff off the chair next to you, walking down the steps to greet spencer. a few students are practically rushing to get over to him, but lucky he spots you first. you smile, making a beeline for him as a few students throw you questioning glances.

"hey." he says smiling softly, pulling you into a hug.

you lean back, reaching up to cup his cheek as you kiss him quickly, aware of the groups of students watching you.

"thought i'd bring you lunch." you say, offering the bag to spencer.

"thanks. meet me in my office in 10?" he asks, and you nod, quickly glancing at the group of stunned students.

"did you know he had a girlfriend.." one girl whispers, leaning over to her friend.

"wife! check the ring.." she replies, pointing in a not so discreet way to your hand.

"shes pretty." another girl says, and you smile to yourself.

spencer has begun answers questions, so you leave making your way to his office.

[valuunit]

best dad ever

summary: it’s dad’s day and harry and his family celabrate it in the most chaotic way

here in mexico today’s celebrated father’s day, so yeah, i wrote this.

Content: She/her pronouns. children lol, a itty bitty of smut, i wanted to write something but i couldn’t, im with my family 💀, food, pregnancy. oh, mommy is used a couple of times sexually, but nothing crazy. that’s it ig :)

Disclaimer: English is not my first lenguaje so if there’s any mistake i’m sorry, please let me know so i can correct it :D

“c’mon guys, dad should be getting up by now.” y/n walked across the hall, standing next to the master bedroom’s door.

“we’re going mum” alisha said behind her baby brother, dereck, who was barely walking with a ballon in his little hand he was holding like his life depended on it.

she sweetly laughed and kissed her two children. “good job, wait here a minute, when i open the door we’re going to say ‘happy day, daddy styles’, alright?”

dereck laughed, showing his father’s dimples on his face, god, he was his dad in all of its splendor.

“yes mummy!”

“perfect.” she entered the room quietly, her bare feet touching the rug she and harry bought when they were moving in together to their first apartment. “harry…!” she whispered.

“hmm.” he mumbled.

“happy day, sleepyhead.” she started crawling into the bed, careful to avoid his limbs and wake him up with pain.

“oh, yeah, dad’s day. i completely forgot about it, like the rest of the world.” his green eyes were barely visible, but charming as always. his view went to his stunning wife, his words, hovering over his body.

“well, i guess i’m an e.t.” she replied closing the space between their faces.

“i guess so, your out of this world.” his hands went to her hips, sitting them in his thighs.

she laughed and kissed his cheek, then cleaning a saliva stain off of it. “you’re still a flirt, aren’t you?”

“just with you, my love” he dragged his hands up, going under her new lace pj top, passing through her spine, shoulders and back down to her ass. he smirked, giving away his intentions, but y/n didn’t.

“wai-” before she could complain a knock on the door separated them.

“well, later then.” he giggled.

“shut up!, your kid prepared something really cute for you.”

“oh, my babies.” he smiled, when someone mentions his kids his eyes light up in such warm light it’s almost heavenly.

“yes, so, act surprised.”

“mummy! a minute has passed!”

“going, baby!” y/n appeared scared of her only daughter while harry laughed so loudly dereck also did.

she quickly turned to the door, now not caring if she kicked harry’s legs or anything, which she did, right on the balls. “oof, baby!”

“sorry!” she squealed and opened the door.

“‘appy ‘ay, da’y styds!” dereck screamed.

“oh my god, good job love, but.” she laughed at the chaoticness of the situation. alisha was also laughing. “now.” she grabbed alisha by the shoulders gently and let them inside the room.

“happy day daddy!”

“‘addy haffy!” dereck jumped, jumped and landed on the bed. where harry was now seated laughing, his hands in this private area.

“my beautiful children, come here!” he opened his arms letting his daughter run towards him.

“careful!” y/n screamed when she saw alisha landing near his legs.

“come here mummy!!”

“yeah mummy, come ‘ere” harry smirked putting dereck and alisha around one arm, having space for his wife.

“going daddy harry” she went, they were happy in the bed, the ballon, which was harry’s face, floating above them, dereck still gripping it.

“what’s that honey?” with all the fuzz, harry didn’t saw that masterpiece. so he looked up, watching a not so attractive picture of him in a medium size ballon. “wow! i love it bud, thanks!” he said faking enthusiasm.

“he loves it bubba!” y/n smiled towards her son, hi smiled even more.

“i also got u something dad!” alisha went to the door, where were a plate with pancakes, that had “best dad ever!” written with nutella and berries.

“thanks honey!, it’s so pretty and sweet”

“any time, dad” alisha replied, harry laughed.

“i taught her that!” y/n said raising her hand and smiling.

“where were we?”

that’s what y/n heard as soon as she got into the bedroom after taking dereck to bed. it’s been a long day of celebrating, so it was relatively easy.

“hm?” she pretended not to have heard, turning around and quietly locking the door.

“i said…” he kissed her shoulder. “where. were. we.” kiss after kiss he was progressively getting closer to her soft spot at the back of her left ear.

“ahm” even with his kissed it was hard to think for her, “i don’t recall… anything.”

“i could make you remember, or maybe you’ll prefer me to left your pretty little mind in blank.”

she turned to face his beautiful, handsome husband. looking at her with as much love and desire as he looks at authentic tiramisu.

“i like the second one better, but first i should tell you something.” she took his cheek and kissed him passionately, slowly and lovingly.

“whatever you need” he said after a couple of minutes. they joined their foreheads, looking into each other’s eyes.

“i’m pregnant, three weeks.”

she smiled so sweetly in response to his reaction. his whole face fell in utter shock, his hands, shaking, took her face and his eyes searched for every bit of honesty his wife had to offer.

“my love, a-are you kidding?” she shook her head no, a couple of tears going down her face into her wide smile.

“that’s, that’s amazing, thank you, thank you, for everything.” he hugged her, lifted her, spun her, loved her.

“yeah, yeah, you’re welcome. now, where were we?” she smirked, her hands in his face.

“no, love, what about the… you know, thingy…” he replied looking at her stomach.

she laughed, hard. “c’mon, you promised leaving me watching stars, now you do it. it will be fine, it’s smaller than a pinhead.”

“you’re so hot, love. before we do anything else can i thank you again?”

“of course. with an orgasm.”

“your wish is my command, mommy.”

[phuumsblog]

(english is not my first lenguaje pls correct me!)

VOLITION- *Don’t* kiss him. You’re not sure if he wants this.

EMPATHY- You can’t read his expression. You want to belive, but…

SUGGESTION- If you don't get away *now* you're going to regret it.

ELECTROCHEMISTRY- FUCK, HARRY. DO IT. Do you really think he's going to reject you? Look at him. You are his best option, he doesn't have *anyone* else.

INLAND EMPIRE- There is a halo of light behind Kim. You don't know if it comes from your mind or if it's real, but it attracts you. It's beautiful.

[imlovewithpixels]

How does Quackity met you?

- Fem!Reader x Quackity little imagine

Pov: You became viral on TikTok for the wrong thing.

(( Remember that my request are OPEN - Spanish or English))

This is my first thing in english for the streamer community even if I see more content off the Hispanic Streamers

Also, If you like my work, check out my Masterlist . I need to update my fandoms <3

-  English is not my mother lenguaje, please be nice if I had any grammatical errors.

You were just streaming Minecraft. It was a pretty chill and cozy stream where you were decorating your mushroom house and talking with your chat. You had a little community in Spanish and English but your viewers were around 1k per stream. 

Your calm voice was accompanied by the background music on Minecraft while you were mumbling to a song that was stuck in your head since last week. 

And then you saw your Twitch display.

Quackity was on stream…¿he was going to play garthic phone? 

You NEEDED to see that. 

— Okay…ma babies, I will end this stream right here.— You said, laughing a little bit. 

A lot of comments started to pop up. “Why???” “noooo pliss :c” “I just started watching TT” “mi casitaaa, don't go” 

— Well…you know, Quackity …he…he just started a Spanish stream and I want to see it. — You whisper to the microphone fast. Your cheeks were red from embarrassment. “So, all of you should go. We have one rule in this place, "If mi casita is streaming, go to see it” After a silly tone of voice you smile at the camera and wave a little wave. “Babays”

“She had a crush on him, umm. Our mommy is gonna leave us. TT” A last-time donation came up in your scream and the robotic voice read it. You open your eyes surprised and completely flutter. 

— I-I, I don’t, mierda. wHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS? — Your chat started calling you cute and being dramatic for leaving them when you turned off the camera. Your hot face and silly but cute expression were the last images that you gave them. 

Then, you went to the other stream, and continued with your Minecraft real, while listening to a lot of Spanish swearing. 

…

It only took one week to blow off. 

That little clip of your last stream kinda became viral on TikTok.

 “The girl that ends up her stream for Quackity” 

Oh god, oh my god. 

This was so embarrassing. On one side, you didn’t mean any of this but your account kinda blows up with a lot of new people and subs. But, there was also a thing that you have never dealt with before, haters. Who said that you only wanted attention, that you were just a fangirl who wanted to meet him. Just pick me.

That makes you uncomfortable, you didn’t know how to deal with all that shit, but still tried to look calm like always on your streams. With 5k viewers on you, it was a little hard to read all the comments while you were playing Valorant, but you could see a lot of comments referring to the Mexican streamers.

You’re nervous. You didn’t mean any of this, and first of all, you did not want to disturb Quackity. 

You just hope that this incident just passes like any other TikTok and were replaced.

…

“Have you seen the girl who just turned off her stream for you? Such a pick me” 

The robotic voice was heard after the donation and Quackity just could give a confused look. His chat seemed to know about the topic, and they started spamming his discord with certain TikTok. 

— What are you talking about, guys?  — He opened one of them and your voice filled his stream.

Quackity saw your relaxing face while singing, your brown eyes lit up when she saw something, and you had a cute little smile. And your wavy hair follows your head movements when you face the camera with an embarrassed expression. 

“Well…you know, Quackity …he…he just started a Spanish stream and I want to see it. “ 

He knew he had fans, a lot of them actually, but that little clip of you just ending your stream for him makes him kinda happy. His heart warms up while you shout to your chat, like, and intern joke. His cheeks feel a little hot and the smile across his face captures the chat's attention.

“She’s cute”

“New ship, new ship”

“She just wanted fame I think.”

“I follow her, pure mommy vibes”

“She has been harassed on her last streams for this, what a shame. “

That little comment took him back to the earth. 

— “Guys, you know that I don’t support any of this behavior. Please, if you comment shitty things to this pretty girl, you’re not part of my community” — Alex didn’t notice the pretty on his lips when he called you and almost immediately went to your stream to follow you. 

Little did he know that you were on a drawing stream, too focused on your work to look at your chat. Your live face was so beautiful, even if you were with a messy bum and frowning in concentration. 

He donated to you right away.

“Quackity had donated 10 000 bits. And applause for the sugar” Your alert claimed.

“ I like that drawing, I could request a commission someday. I’m sorry for any uncomfortable comment from my community, I thought that your gesture was really funny and sweet :) “

You just drop your pencil for the amount of money and then, when you see the username, your face goes from pale to red in two seconds. 

Shit. Shit. 

Did he just…. know that you fucking exist for a TikTok?

— “I-I…. Yo…deje mi comida en la estufa. Gracias por la plata. Sleep well chat. “ — And with that, you went off stream. 

...

Quackity blinked two times and then he just bursts off in a laugh. 

That was so funny, you were interesting. 

“You suck flirting.” 

— I was not….I didn’t mean to…fuck off, chat. Let’s enter the server. — He said, rolling his eyes, trying to distract himself from thinking about your last expression and how you couldn’t manage to erase the shy smile off your face. 

Did he have that effect on you? 

How cute. 

[halpilows]

What would you do if your boyfriend became some kind of shadow zombie and then he started the apocalypse and made more shadow slaves?

Like a mp100 zombie AU? But they arent really zombies..more like ..shadows? Idk..i tried my best at horror

Anyways english isnt my first lenguaje so...sorry for the grammar mistakes

[h0ney-san]

✑ "Magic in your hold"

[Holw!Creator Au]

CW: NB Reader (im trying-), PLATONIC Reader & Bennett, mentions of Razor and Barbara, Bennett is called "My child" and "Sleeping beuty". Benny having bad luck as always, angst at the middle part(?, Benny close to death- bad writting and mistakes, English is not my first lenguaje.

A/N: Okay after a big brake and re writting this thing on like 6 times i can finally post THE BEGGINING PART of this series ( please kill me ), i wanted to post it all together, but since i haven't post in mounts i prefer to do this in separated parts so you can enjoy it. I'm sorry I taked to long, a lot of things have happened in my personal life...

You can see it more in a normal SAGAU rather that SAGAU imposter AU. This takes place after Fontaine Archon Quest!

His bad luck is back again.

As Bennett was in the branch of a large tree, avoiding the rocks that 3 Hilichurls are throwning at him, he can't stop thinking back some months ago, where his life was the best he have ever dream.

Back in the day the Almigthy Creator woke up from their sleep and took the Traveler as their first vassel, he was daydreaming of ever meeting them, since he haves memory, he can remember his dads telling him bedtime storys and legends of the Almigthy Creator, of how they made this word, bless it and mold all with care and love for all of them was something they did often when he was more little, never he could imagine that the literally Creator of all would woke up in Mondstatd, something that just elders pray about to see with their eyes, something that young ones hope that their generation would have the pride to tell about, it finally happend.

You can even imagine his exciment when he notice how other vision holders began to be grap in the wram embrace of the Guide of the elements, not only from Mondstatd, but also Liyue and even some from Inazuma and Sumeru and Fontaine! You could heard the loud "GASP" he let out when non other that Razor was chosen as a vassel from miles away, how his eyes sparkle as he saw the vassels walk by, showing the artifacts and wepons their Grace gift to them with pride ( Even tho that at the begining they were just random and din't really fit them... ).

Slowly but surely, people around Teyvat began to randomly be chosen as a vassel, and he could only wish to be one of them, he tried his hardest to cach their goddly sigth for just a second, fithing enemies that other adventures fear ( Even tho he end up in Mondtastd church to be heal by Barbara ), getting inside a ancient ruin to get a legendary artifact ( Wich was just a rumor and it din't exist such thing ), heck, he even began to pray harder before going to sleep to the point of almost dessesperation, as his dads peeked thro his door staring at him, kneling infront of his bed almost screaming.

✑⸻"PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE DEAR CREATOR PLEASE-"

As just time pass, he began to get a bit anxius, more and more people he know were chossed as vassels, but not him... Razor, Barbara, Kaeya, Lisa, Amber, The Traveler, Noelle, all discribe from a different perspective how it was the felling of becoming a vassel, something that he really wanted, but knowing his luck... the only thing he could had is hope.

One late nigth, when his constellecion was shining for all to see in the dark of Mondstatd, his bad luck hit again, making him running around to cach a owl that steald his sword, he presenciate something that fit the tittle of Miracle, a meteor shower start, as he know from the tales...

"When the meteor shower start and your constelaccion is up in the sky, theres a chance that they see you, and take you as their new vassel"

As the sky began to shine, he have see it before, normally theres a purple glow on it, and people have said that if they chose you, that beuthiful purple glow start would approuch you.

Aneixiety began to grow in his stomach, going up to his throt. He cross his fingers and murmur under his breath.

✑⸻"Please... please"

Forgeting about his now lost sword, Bennett began to pray, closing his eyes hard and taking a deep breath, feeling the wind pass thro his hair softly, and how his hands tremble a bit, it was almost as time have pause itself.

When he slowly open his eyes, he meet a shiny purple glow that stryke him... quite literally, because he feel backwards as the star hit him all over the face-

Even with the way it began, he can swerd for his life that that was the luckyes day he will ever have and had.

To his great surprise, the Almigthy Creator adore him! He felt a blush on his checks as he heard the voice of non other that the Gods of Gods, prise him, and call him cute names that only his fathers call him, the nickname they use more to call him was "My child" ( Tho he notice that they call "My child" almost everyone around his age or below, but still he was the first to be call that. ), they spend a good amount of time farming artifacts meant for him, swords? Now he have a good hand to pick of, as the the Almigthy above is always getting new wepons and they always see if theres one that cold fit him, he knows is a support, he have heard it from the Creator one or two times, but it still make him feel so especial to know that the Almigthy Creator has favorites and he is one of them... wich sooner or later, make him actually see the Almigthy Creator as a parental figure.

Along side them, his bad luck dessapeard, chest were not affected by his bad luck, weather? Nope, teamates? Never, now that they have make him stronger he was not only able to protect himself, but now his others... Countless adventures, powerfull enemies, lovely escenarys, all that he dream of when he was back in his normal life have came real... Or so he thogth.

Because dreams are that, dreams, and one way or another, you would wake up.

Maybe it was his fault for becoming so dependient of them.

Maybe it was his fault for letting his guard down.

Maybe he could have do something to prevent them for dissapear.

But after all, he is a mere mortal, a teeneger.

Six months back, some time after that Fontaine was saved from the profesy, he wake up and make his day, everything was normal, all people were doing their own things, but... he some how feel... out of place, like something its wrong, one of his first mistakes was think that it was his imagintaion or after the Creator appeard like usual and take control over him he would feel better, but they din't show up.

Its not so out of place that they din't appear for time to time, but this time it feel... different, he can't put his finger on it, but it feel weird.

So, him, the vassels, archons and Teyvat wait.

And waited.

And waited...

And... waited...

They didn't return back.

People began get worried around Teyvat, trying to figure out where are they and if they are okay, but when the preyers and vassels call their holy name there was no anwser...

Its almost as they didn't exist, like it was before their awakening, the vision holders that were filled with their warm often, now feel more cold that they would have before, and the more terrefing thing was, the things they got for them slowly losse their holy aura.

The artifacts? Began lo lose the color they had.

The wepons? Began to be normal ones that were capable of getting broke.

The visions? They don't shine as they used to.

And slowly, his bad luck was back again.

Today was one of these days.

The wind took his map out of his reach, he got loss, it began to rain, a bunch of Hilichurls hunt him down, and last but not least, the sword they took a bunch of materials to level up for him, broke in two when he was figthing the Hilichurls back...

He was huging the handle of the now broke sword, something that remind him of the Almigthy Creator, as he tried to make the Hillichurls go away, swinging the sword at them.

✑⸻"Sho! Sho! Bad Hilichurls! Ba- H- hey! Stop trowing rocks at me!- Ouch- nOT THE SLIMES-"

He tried to cover himself as the Hilichurls began to tried pull up Pyro slimes to tried to hit him, but... they just suddenly stop their accions, and were staring at him ( Kind of, the masks make it hard to know if they are looking at him... )

✑⸻"Huh?... Why did they suddenly-"

Bennett couldn't finnish the sentence before the three Hilichurs run for dear life, did he scared them-?? Or-

✑⸻"W-WHOA-! WH-WHAT IS GOING ON-?!"

The ground began to shake to much it made him almost trip and fall, clinging to the tree for balance, he began to hear... the sound of a machine, clocks, old metal of a heavy height, that was just behide him.

✑⸻"[Please don't be a Ruind Guard, please don't be a Ruin Guard, please don't-]"

Slowly looking backwards with his eyes closes he began to pray every divine being to protect him, to pray it wasn't a Ruin Guard, the loud noises of foosteps made by a giant machine steping agains the wet grass, the cold wind and the rain souding hardly againts his ears, Bennett slowly open one of his eyes.

Oh! That's not a Ruin Guard.

.

.

.

That's NOT a Ruin Guard!!

✑⸻"WHAT IN BARBATOS-"

A machine much larger that a Ruin Guard, or any machines he have seen in Mondstandt, so large that even the large tree he was on look like a tiny branch, it seams like its made of pices of old metal and ruins, wet thanks to the rain, and making loud noises as it walks, that thing breaths fire... he can't quiet cach it all, because that thing is almost gonna crush the tree he is clinging-

✑⸻"OH OH- NO NO NO- W-WHOA!!"

His luck again betrays him, but this time, it puts him rigth in the line of life and death.

He tried to get down of the tree as quick and safe posible, but not only thanks by the ground shaking and the wet branch he was on, he slips and falls, before all turns dark, before he hits the ground, before he is crush to death by that thing, his only wish is...

✑⸻"[Dear creator... Please save me...]"

Maybe after death, he can finally feel their warmt again.

.

.

.

Huh

.

.

.

Was this after death?

.

.

.

Is more... boring that he spected.

Just... black

.

.

.

And felling warm.

.

.

.

Warm?-

✑⸻"Heeey... kiddo? Have you alredy woke up-?"

... huh?

A voice talk to him softly, and he did his best to look like he is still sleeping ( he clearly looks like he is just playing dumb- ) and tried to know were is he, relaying on his sense of touch, Bennett can tell he isn't in the wild, that he is on... a sofa, probably- with a blanket cover him up and cotton bandages that hug his brusies softly.

Slowly open his eyes, his vision was blury, but one thing is sure, theres fire close to him, and there someone here in this room with him...

✑⸻"Good morning sleeping beauty, did you have a good rest?"

Is-

.

.

.

Is the fire talking?!

Jumping on the couch, now fully awake, Bennett frote his eyes multiple times to clear his view- is he in a coma? A dream? Alucination? He haves never heard of something like this before!

✑⸻"W-wait-!? Are you alive?!"

✑⸻"Of course i am, why would you think im not?"

The talking fire was... weird, it had eyes, and a mouth, being in a old looking fire place cover in ashes, close to the sofa he was in, it seams like it also haves hands, because rigth now it pull some fresh wood agains their flamimg body to burn even more.

✑⸻"You almost gives us a heart attack, you know? Finding you pass out in the middle of the way to the north of Mondstatd while it was raining was somethimg we weren't expecting at all... You feel alrigth? Your brusies were pretty bad, and im not very sure if the healing magic work out... you really have a BAD curse you know?"

Getting out of his shock, Bennett quickly check himself out, looking at the clean new bandages he can tell they were recent, his body don't really hurt like it normaly do, he feels just like when Barbara finish to heal him, or when the holy power of the Creator heal him...

Curse? What does that mean- is it refering to his bad luck?

✑⸻"I uh- yes! i feel great, thank you...?"

✑⸻"Im Calcifer, a extremely powerful fire demon and protector of this place, nice to meet you kid... its have been a while that i don't introduce myself like that-"

✑⸻"Demon!? Wait- uh- can you tell me where are we?? I remember falling from a branch because i wanted to escape from a giant machine that was going to crush me- and- how long i been sleeping??"

✑⸻"We are in (•••) castle, its very messy around here, so don't go wandering around here- (•••) haven't clean around here for a while now and i totally refuse to do it for them... and, you have been sleeping like... one and half day? Most likely"

✑⸻"I been sleeping that long?! Crap! my fathers are gonna get worried!!-"

Bennett tried to stand up, but with just his first step he fell to the floor and Calcifer got to the edge of the old fire wood

✑⸻"Hey- slow down kid!- you haven't eat anything for a while, even if you were sleep you body haven't recarge the energy lost, you know? Not to mention the weird escenario you were on before you pass out"

✑⸻"But- [sigh] i need to go back, i been far from home before but- this time they don't know were i am..."

✑⸻"Well, sorry to get you out of your bubble, but you are wounden and we are almost at the north of Mondstatd, if you try to go home like this, im pretty sure you will have a pretty bad death"

Bennett, looked at Calcifer defeated, sighing and re incorporing slowly in the sofa, as he began to murmur

✑⸻"[Sigh] Can you... Can you atleast help me to go back? Please?"

✑⸻"Umm-..."

Calcifer looked away avoiding the puppy eyes of Bennett, and seem a bit nervous by the question.

✑⸻"Erm... Listen kid... I can't-"

Calcifer was abruply interrupted by the sound of a door being open, the craking woodfloor as fast footsteps where heard.

✑⸻"Calficer, we need to move 50 meter away please, i just saw some treasure-... horders..."

The person let mid sentence as they saw Bennett, full awake.

✑⸻"Uh... welcome back (•••)!..."

This was going to be a really long day...

Holy Jesus Christ on a bike, it took me long for posting, I'm really sorry, things have happened and I completely forgot about posting this, I really hope you like it...

For now...

See y'all!!

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@originalcollectivedragon

[quiteliterallyilliterate]

I saw your post and I think to ask you for a Yandere! Wild but Imagine this, isekai! Reader doesn't know anything about him or his game, is only a confused person who doesn't know how he got to this place.

Anyway, thanks for read this and sorry for my bad English, My first lenguaje is spanish and I'm not very sure for my English.

Order up!

I genuinely really like this idea so this was a lot of fun to write.

Enjoy!~

Tw: Yandere, obsessive, mentions of murder

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

Long past were the days Link would protect anyone but himself. In the aftermath of the calamity, villagers were weary of those who traversed the land and of good reason. Many who did were simply were insane with the thought of leaving their inconsequential little hamlet to see the shattered world. Hatred for fellow man ran rampant, but the crazed look in the eyes of few who’ve lost themselves to Hyrule, Link couldn’t blame people’s cautiousness. Besides, it simply wasn’t within in his best interest being a protector anymore. There wasn’t much to really speak about the issue— Zelda probably would have if she were here, but she wasn’t, so blissful silence stood. He held no love in his heart for the people of Hyrule, much as they had none for him. They turned their backs on him, and so he does similarly to them. But you… you weren’t of Hyrule. So it was only natural to him that you’d be the exception.

Sent to him by strings of blue light, you awoke confused at first. You knew nothing of the lands nor people he spoke of, and eventually reached the conclusion that, you too were out of place in the world that now was. He couldn’t simply leave you at Hateno —they were cautious to accept him, they would never accept you as you are— so, instead, he just had to keep you. He played knight once before, so had hard could it truly be. So while you attuned yourself to your reality —while still ripping away for a chance back home, one he simply couldn’t permit— all he had to do was kill what turned their blades on you. It was rhythmic and mindless. But, as it turns out, He found it oddly more enjoyable to play knight when there was someone to kiss his wounds better after busting ass so you’d be safe. In reality it was you that made it worthwhile, not the work. You’d brush his hair and braid it so it wouldn’t mat, whispering stories of your home. Stories that much resembled myths with how far they were out of his hands. Stories you spoke through tight lips as he smiled. Stories that filled his head long after you stopped speaking. He’s never been much keen on people —or were they never keen on him?— and yet he couldn’t grapple if it was normal to feel this much over your friends.

His devotion to you was rooted deep within him, stiff and unwavering. It wound through his battered heart, patching it whole. As time passed and the roots grew deeper and deeper, lodging themselves more and more, he found his line of work expand. Monsters caused a threat, sure, but that begs the question— what really is a monster? That man who was following you? No way to tell what was going through his head. But it was better you’d be safe rather than him being alive. The mean shopkeep, patronising you for not fitting into a tunic? She’d ought to be nicer now she has no tongue. Homeless man lunging at your ankle? Can’t beg if he has no hands. All in the matter of keeping you safe. Hyrule was a very, very dangerous place. But you were lucky to have the Hero at your bidding. He waited on your call, on your order. Especially since you always made it worth it in ways of food and whatnot. He’d have given you his heart unseasoned if it meant you’d give him a kiss on the cheek. He’d forge the ring if it’d mean you’d marry him. He’d build a house where no man nor monster could find it so you’d live safe. He’d kill ganon a million times over so long as he could fall into your arms afterwards. You must understand how much he loves you. The time and care he’s put in, the blood he’s spilt in your name, he loves you. So much. Too much. Too much to let you go home to your stories. Your home is with him now.

[wolfgirl-valentine]

I love how the speculation of the posible third Dishonored game being set on Tyvia is solely based on the fact that people want to rob Dr Galvani again.

[hazelchooseme]

Spider-Woman | Hazell Callahan

Note: okay so I pulled this out of my ass last night at 1 in the morning to finish at 5 in the morning (yes, I'm dying now) so any mistakes forgive me.

English is not my first lenguaje

Song recommendation: Devil Is a Woman by Cloudy June.

Enjoy 🕸️

You looked back at Hazel for what seemed like the thirtieth time this hour, but no one could blame you, not when she looked so pretty with her cheeks pink from laughter, messy hair from always playing with it without realizing it, with bright eyes that wrinkled in the corner every time she laughed. Yes, no one could blame you.

When the credits of Mean Girl began to appear on the screen Hazel turned her head resting on the couch towards you.

"I have to go." She said with a small pout.

"Finally, you were taking too long." You joked with fake tiredness.

With a fake crying sound she threw herself on top of you, her right arm resting on your waist while her head rested on your chest so that her hair tickled your nose.

"Get off me." You said making no effort at all to move her and enjoy the smell of her brown locks.

She lifted her head, resting her chin near your collarbones, leaving her mouth dangerously close to yours.

"Why? I'm quite comfortable." Her breath tickled your corners and her hand on your waist seemed to be playing with the hem of your shirt.

This had been happening for a while, it seemed like Hazel was testing you, playing something you didn't understand very well. She had become too comfortable in your personal space, always finding a way to touch you or be close to your lips. In class she would lean over moving your hair and whisper something to you that you definitely didn't understand since you were too focused on the tickle of her breath on your ear or her kisses on the cheek that seemed to get closer and closer to your lips.

Or maybe not and you were imagining everything, Isabel was also shy at first with you and ended up jumping on you for everything and kissed your head every time you acted "cute" according to her, either way it was driving you crazy.

Maintaining eye contact you could swear under oath that you could live in those perfect blue pools, pools that moved scanning your face, not being stupid, you started doing the same. Her lips were a little dry with some small wounds since she had a silly habit of biting them (which, obviously, didn't affect you at all) you were sure that under yours they would feel a little scratchy, a few strands of hair framed her face giving it an almost unreal touch of perfection, her cheeks were still red, you wondered if they would be warm under your touch, and as always you ended up drowning in her blue eyes, the fact that you could look at them from so close felt like a privilege and a sin. You involuntarily moved your head as you took a big gulp of air pushing Hazel's chin with yours, with a half smile she blew into your face making you close your eyes.

"You lost." She said as you felt the weight of her body leave yours, you started to feel cold almost immediately.

"I really need to go love, I have to finish some work, I'll let you know when I get there." As you had not yet straightened up in the chair, she rested her right hand on the furniture next to your head and with her right hand she cupped your chin gently lifted it, leaving a kiss practically on the edge of your lip. With one last wink she finally walked out of your house.

When you could breathe again you sat up straight still dizzy from all the sensations in your body. In those minutes of silence you noticed two things.

1: This was completely different than with Isabel.

2: Did she just call you love?

"Holy shit." Isabel shouted through the cell phone speaker after you explained to her what had happened. "Since when does Hazel have so much rizz? Last Friday I saw her crash into the same door three times."

"Don't know." You expressed with frustration. It was around 10 PM, you were in your pajamas taking off your makeup on the dresser, usually you would be listening to some song but this was more important. "There are times when she has these confidence boosts where she knows she's hot and uses it to her advantage, I don't know what to do."

"But are you crazy? Eat her mouth obviously."

Of course you had considered it but every time you intended to do it there was a little voice in the back of your head calling you ridiculous, why would someone like Hazel want someone like you to kiss her? That was simply stronger than you, so you bit your tongue and moved on with your life.

"Nah ah, get those thoughts out of your head, you're beautiful and completely worth it." Isabel scolded you as if she were reading your mind.

"You're my best friend." You said as if that mattered anything.

"And that's why I'll lie every time I have to to save your ass, but not with this and you know it." You could imagine her look of determination through her voice. "Next time you look hedeous I'll tell you so you'll believe me."

"Thank you, I know I can always count on you." You said sarcastically although you actually mean it.

You hung up after an hour to finally be able to rest, if you were lucky you would dream of a place where Hazel did love you.

What a depressing shit.

With the light off you settled between the sheets and blankets, the night was quite cold so you had your entire head covered muffling the cold and sound, but it wasn't enough since you could clearly hear someone opening your window. You paralyzed almost immediately. Your cell phone was charging on your dresser on the other side of the room, you always left it there so you had to get up and turn it off so you could wake up. At this moment you regretted it so much, stupid internet tricks.

Before you could even think about what to do or how to hit someone, a whisper echoed throughout the room.

"It's me... Are you awake? If you weren't and I just woke you up, sorry."

"What the fuck, Hazel!" You said loudly as you sat up removing the covers from your head.

"Sorry, I still don't handle this thing about raiding private property very well."

"You almost killed me." You reached out to turn on your lamp but Hazel whispered a loud "No" stopping you in the middle of the action. "Why not? And why are you whispering? I told you that mom is not here tonight."

"Ah... It doesn't matter, before you turn it on I need you to promise me that you won't scream, pass out or vomit, you know I'm sensitive to the smell."

"What? Why? Are you okay, did something bad happen?" You couldn't help but ask with concern.

"Just promise me, please."

Her tone that dripped with desperation made you agree quickly.

"Okay, I won't do or say anything." Paying attention you could see with the reflection of the moon how she nodded her head, you also noticed how it seemed that she was holding her left rib with her right hand, weird.

Feeling nervous you pressed the switch, the room filled with an orange color finally revealing Hazel, but it wasn't Hazel, or well, yes it was but it wasn't her dressed as Hazel, she was dressed as Spiderwoman with a suit full of blood and cuts.

Your mouth hung open as your hands covered it, a strangled sound coming from your chest.

"You said you weren't going to scream, please don't scream, I give you permission to faint." Hazel pleaded with her hands up.

"I, no, no, I wasn't going to, mmmh, no I wasn't... I wasn't, no." Perfect, Hazel had broken you.

The more you continued to examine her the more worry bubbled up inside you, when you came out of the trance you noticed the red liquid covering her left side, you jumped up and walked towards her.

"You're..."

"Spiderwoman, I know let me explain—"

"Bleeding a lot, what the hell happened?!"

"What?" She asked puzzled.

Being close to her you took her face in your hands analyzing it, she had a cut on one of her eyebrows and another on her right cheekbone, her lip was covered in dried blood as was much of her nose.

"Shit Hazel you look." Hot. "Hurt, let me help you."

"I just told you that I'm Spiderwoman, aren't you going to say anything else?" Her incredulous expression was quite funny.

"I'm going to say that I'm going to fuck the shit out of you if you don't listen to me and take off your clothes."

She looked at you in silence for 5 seconds. "Not the kind of help I need but I'll take it."

"Hazel!"

"Okay, okay, sorry."

Running around the house you began to gather anything that could be useful, you wet towels, you found ethyl alcohol and in your mother's room you found some pain pills and a bandage.

You returned to the room to find Hazel in the exact same position as when you left. "Hazel, what did I tell you about undressing?" You scolded her with your arms full of things.

"Sorry, the button that opens it broke and the closure is behind, I can't reach it." She defended herself quickly.

"Ah, okay, sorry, let me." Leaving the things on the bed, you approached her, in an undisguised way you wiped your palms against your pants and went around her, right where she had told you the zipper was.

"It might hurt a little because it's a pretty... Tight suit." You warned with your eyes lowered.

"You're looking at my ass?"

"What the fuck, obviously not." Obviously yes.

With your palms that were sweaty again, you pushed her somewhat tangled hair to the side and began to unzip her. Her cream skin with a few moles began to show and swallowing hard you looked away after seeing her purple bra, when your hand reached her lower back you jumped back.

"Ready."

Clearing her throat as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other she spoke. "Can you help me... Take it off. It's kind of hard if I do it alone."

"Ah, yes, of course."

You surrounded her again to now end up in front of her, without daring to look her in the eyes you began to help her slide her left arm through the sleeve, you took her elbow to finish sliding it out of the material, then you moved to the other. You could feel Hazel's gaze burning your face and you were sure she could see your deep blush, when the other arm began to move you quickly moved your eyes before seeing something that Hazel had not agreed upon. Luckily for you, your eyes ended up in those blue pools that looked at you with an intensity that stole your breath. Holding her wrist to remove it from your sleeve, you let out a small sigh, but even though you had finished you couldn't stop looking at her, it was hypnotizing and it didn't help that the secret that you had just discovered made her hotter. When Hazel clung a little towards you, you came out of the trance, your friend was bleeding to death, please concentrate.

"Sit... Um, sit on the bed, please."

Obediently following your instructions, you walked over to where you had left your supplements, with a wet towel in hand you approached her without daring to lower your gaze.

"Hazel, I'm going to have to... You know, if it makes you uncomfortable you can do it and I'll turn around." You suggested nervously.

A sweet laugh escaped her lips. "Hey, if it's you then it's more than fine."

Kneeling in front of her you began to clean a large cut that covered most of her torso, you focused your gaze only on that so as not to be disrespectful but, my god, you were very homosexual.

"I'm going to pour alcohol on you and that's going to fucking hurt so suck it up and forgive me."

You took the white bottle and wet one end of the towel, you inhaled as if it were going to hurt you and in the gentlest way you could, you began to give small touches to the wound, Hazel complained a little but nothing too exaggerated.

When you thought that was enough you fell back on your butt exhaling.

"God, I almost died."

"Yes, it must have hurt you a lot." Hazel mocked you. You looked into her eyes while you scolded her, but it didn't last long, from that position she looked illegal, you didn't know how to express it in other words. Without being able to stop, you began to look at her body, there were small cuts in the chest and stomach area but they looked as if they were already healing.

"I can put the bandage on." Hazel warned you, smiling sideways. Embarrassed that you had been too obvious, you jumped up and turned your back on her, searching for something in your closet.

"Here, this is yours, The other day you left it here." You said showing an oversized light green t-shirt.

"When?" She asked confused.

"Like two years ago."

"Aaah, yeah, the other day." She scoffed again.

With her laughter in the background you turned around to go soak the towel, those blood stains were going to be difficult to explain. When you returned Hazel was finishing adjusting her shirt over her shoulders.

"Thank you, I feel much better." You would do anything for that smile.

"I'm not done yet, let me clean your face."

The fact that she was now fully dressed helped calm your nerves, you dipped some cotton pads in alcohol and turned to her.

Before you could say anything she interrupted you. "It's going to hurt, I know, I trust you."

With a sigh you moved closer, grabbing her chin delicately, you began to clean the wound on her eyebrow and cheekbone, occasionally changing the cotton pads to do a more hygienic cleaning and it gave you time to breathe and try to control your shaking hands.

"I'll wipe your lip and finish." You talked just for the sake of talking, with a small sound of affirmation Hazel clung a little closer to you. At this point it was easier if she sat on top of you, you thought.

With a new cotton ball, you began to clean her lips. They were still as dry as they were a few hours ago, Apart from a few small cuts everything looked good, the fact that you had all your concentration on her mouth did not help in being able to breathe normally and on top of that, her scrutinizing you with her eyes made you want to send everything to hell and just "eat her mouth" as Isabel had said.

Now, really finishing, you dried your fingers with the towel and turned to see Hazel.

"There, it's as if nothing happened."

She simply nodded as her gaze moved from your eyes to your lips. "Amm, your wounds, they heal quickly."

She still didn't respond. "That's pretty good, I mean timely, since you probably get a lot of wounds and they must hurt, speaking of pain, I brought you some pills to take—."

Hazel's hand on your neck immediately silenced you, causing you to drop the medications you had picked up, her eyes searched yours and with a silent question you nodded before finally pressing her open mouth against yours.

The reaction was immediate, your whole body heated up, your heart began to beat so hard that you could feel your blood flowing throughout your body, your ears began to ring and your hands moved to her waist, squeezing carefully. Whimpering into her mouth as you opened it allowing entry, her tongue caressing the corner of your mouth that she had kissed so much to finally begin to explore and taste you. The sound that came out of your mouth made you feel embarrassed but it seemed to excite Hazel as her hand that was resting on the bed moved up to your thigh where she began to squeeze, you took her hand and put it inside your shirt, allowing her to explore wherever she wanted. Your hands didn't seem to be able to stay still either as you pulled her hair, eliciting exquisite moans that you savored on her tongue. Hazel pulls you closer, delighting in the way she explored your body. When you finally separate, you are both breathless and blushing with your heart beating erratically with the excitement and desperation of a new kiss.

"Holy shit." Was the only thing Hazel could say between gulps of air.

You wanted to say something back but your head was so foggy, you could only think about her hand on your bare back and her moans were repeated on a loop in your ears, and you thought she couldn't make a more attractive sound than her laugh. Her fingers ran the width of your back in a way that made you tingle. Lowering your hands you came across the material of her suit.

"Don't think I forgot that you kept Spiderwoman from me." You reminded her, playing with the zipper.

"Yes, I have been very bad, punish me."

Laughing, she placed her mouth on yours again in a calmer way and really enjoying the moment.

You had finally eaten her mouth, Isabel would be proud.

[ponpuriitx]

Thinking about..

Pairing: Ralak x human! Reader

Warnings: no use of y/n but other than that none, just fluff.

*English is not my first lenguaje, any grammar mistake please feel free to correct me!

It was mating season.

You didn’t mind that, in fact you loved it. Seeing how the Na’vi couples would spend time with each other, bring gifts and court their mates like they when they were young. And you loved to see the pairs of silly nervous males whom would confess their love in this type of season to their lovely soon-to-be mates.

You loved mating season, until you started to receive anonymous gifts.

It was silly really, when a pair of well woven clothes and a whole fruit básquet appeared on the door of the lab. A little note written in Na’vi, you instantly knew it had something to do with Jake.

You thought it was a Joke since Jake was mated already. But you were quick to put together the pieces when you realized he was an accomplice. But not taking much mind to it you took the basket in, who would’ve told you that that would be a real big mistake.

After the first basket, they started to come more and more often. It got to a point where you would expectedly wait for it at the door, or wait for one of the scientist in the little lab you settled in to come and give it to you. You appreciated the gesture really, but it soon got you thinking a lot about this little stranger who would constantly through the days start to leave baskets of fruit, beautiful stones, well woven pieces of cloth and accessories. It got to a point were you didn’t care anymore you just needed to know already.

So you got your boots, put on your oxygen mask and stepped out of the Lab. Looking for the sullys Marui pod, you found Neytiri Peacefully cooking dinner for her family. “Hey Neytiri have you seen Jake anywhere near here?” Her head snapped at your direction and honestly that scared you a little but you didn’t blame her, she still had her reservations about sky people.

“Yes, he went out to hunt with Tonowari’s right hand, they must be out of duty right now.” She answered quickly going back to her task as you nodded and mumbled a ‘thanks’ walking down the village.

You walked down to a small part of the beach were the fish would constantly go, crossing looks from the fishermen’s as you whispered ‘sorrys’ and ‘excuse me’ when you walked between them. Still not used to be outside this much, you spotted the two big men in the fish as they traced the waters in looks for preys to catch. Quickly, you put your hand in the air taking Jakes attention to go where you were. Being followed by the other Tall blue guy that was besides him. When he stepped out of the water, you took a quick look to the guy in his side.

Big body with a good posture, well tattooed body that was well worked out by the hunting. He was quite handsome if you could admit, really catching your attention right there. Mostly to his tattoo which was on his lower stomach, disappearing on the end he of his loincloth. He catch a quick glance to you soon looking away, you noticed this and asked yourself if there was something wrong.

Now, not paying much attention to that your head moved towards Jake who was waiting for you to speak up. “Hey, I need to talk to you.” You said, now moving a little more to the side from his new friend. Looking quickly again you weren’t too late to speak up,

“okay let me get straight to the point. I’ve been receiving some baskets now, with fruit and cute stuff. Nice right? But I don’t know who is pulling this type of gifts, and I know you have something to do because it’s been coming to me with little notes. In your handwriting, so speak up blue boy.” You spat out rather quickly, taking the big man off guard. But when he analyzed what you said he let out a light chuckle. “This is what is about?”

“Well yeah..” you felt silly, but now you gave more attention to his words. “Look, you know it’s mating season kid. Js’ some guy who trynna court you.” You figured that by now, but what you wanted to know it was who not why.

“Yeah, I knew that. I just wanted to know who is it.” He chuckled again, smirking at you as he turned his head behind him. Taking a glance to the guy fishing, who was now concentrated on the water going back to his task. Although why was he looking at him, you asked him something but he didn’t even answer you—

Oh.

Ohhhh..

It dawned at you what he was trying to say, giving you the hint which you didn’t catch at first. Now, your cheeks going a slight pink. Giving yourself the idea again, now it all makes sense. The strange Na’vi cultured clothes, the tropical fruits, the shiny and well carved stones that sometimes would come in the form of a beautiful necklace.

It was mating season, which meant he was trying to court you.

He was handsome and you could admit that without a doubt, but not in a million years would you imagine a Native being interested in a human. Yes you’ve seen it back home, when the humans would get into relationship with Na’vi but they were Avatars. Not natives, so it really dawned at you the seriousness of the situation.

After that day you would find yourself going out more than usual, the tall blue guy never leaving your mind any second of the day. You looked at mated couples and would constantly ask yourself, how would it be like? You started to investigate the guy, he was the chiefs right hand, his name was Ralak and he was a fisherman until a sudden change in his position. He teaches the young Na’vi and he doesn’t talk that much, the more you knew the more questions you had about the situation.

He always had a serious demeanor whenever you would catch yourself staring at him for hours now. Daydreaming constantly of how would it be having a peaceful life by his side, he was really serious about his position. But sometimes, some really little times you would catch a small smile on his lips and a calm demeanor helping the people in the village.

You found it really sweet, you found him really sweet. But god did you hate the fact that you couldn’t find yourself a way to talk to him, you were extremely shy in this type of situation. Avoiding crossing paths with him and just look from afar, felling every time for his beautiful but yet quiet charm.

Maybe you should give it a try, it wouldn’t hurt you. Right?

Notes: this is my first time writing for Ralak, please check the original creator of this wonderful oc! @zestys-stuff please check the page for more of Ralak! You will find fan art and more fan fictions just like mine, I’m sorry I wrote a little vaguely. Since I don’t know much about how Ralak acts 😭 But I thought of going for a human! Reader and he fell first she fell harder trope as I haven’t really seen any, again English is not my first lenguaje so if any grammar mistake please feel free to correct me! Thought to make this a series “Thinking about” of little one shots of random short ideas I have to write, it would be fun to do

[aifanficssssss]

Y/N's bad luck

Pairing: Saiki Kusuo x Reader

Warning(s): None

A/N: idk what to say man, i love kusuo so much. please tell me if there are grammatical errors, english is not my first lenguaje!

Summary: Y/N has dangerous bad luck. Saiki tries to not get involved with her but for some reason he always ends up saving her anyways.

Y/n was a new transfer student at PK Academy, and as soon as Saiki Kusuo laid eyes on her, he knew there was something off about her. It wasn't just that she had a cheerful and outgoing personality that clashed with his own introverted tendencies, or that she always seemed to be getting into some kind of trouble - there was something else, something he couldn't quite put his finger on.

But Saiki was content to keep his distance and observe from afar, not wanting to get involved with someone who seemed to be surrounded by such dangerous bad luck. Y/n's misfortunes ranged from tripping on stairs to getting caught in freak weather events, and Saiki didn't want to risk being caught up in her chaos.

That is, until one day when Y/n's bad luck took a particularly dangerous turn. She was walking home from school when a car suddenly careened off the road and headed straight for her. Saiki watched in horror as Y/n froze in place, unable to move out of the way in time.

Without thinking, Saiki used his psychic powers to move Y/n out of the path of the car, barely managing to dodge it himself. Y/n looked up at him, her eyes wide with shock and gratitude, and Saiki found himself unable to look away.

From that day on, Saiki found himself inexplicably drawn to Y/n, even though he knew that getting involved with her could only lead to trouble. But no matter how hard he tried to keep his distance, he couldn't help but find himself saving her from one mishap after another.

It wasn't until one particularly close call that Saiki realized the truth - he wasn't just saving Y/n because he felt sorry for her, or because he was trying to avoid being caught up in her bad luck. He was saving her because he cared about her, more than he had ever cared about anyone before.

As Saiki continued to save Y/n from her dangerous mishaps, he couldn't help but feel a sense of responsibility towards her. He knew that if he didn't intervene, something terrible could happen to her, and he couldn't bear the thought of anything happening to her.

But at the same time, Saiki couldn't deny the attraction he felt towards Y/n. There was something about her optimism and resilience in the face of her bad luck that drew him in, even as he tried to maintain a distance.

As time went on, Saiki found himself spending more and more time with Y/n. They would sit together at lunch, work on projects together, and even study together. And while Saiki was hesitant to admit it, he found himself enjoying her company more and more with each passing day.

However, Saiki also knew that his involvement in Y/n's life was a double-edged sword. While he wanted to protect her from harm, he also knew that his psychic powers and involvement could potentially attract more danger towards her.

Despite his reservations, Saiki couldn't help but continue to save Y/n from harm, and he found himself becoming more and more attached to her. He knew that he couldn't keep his feelings hidden forever, but for the time being, he was content to simply be by her side and protect her from harm.

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For the very obvious reason that there aren't many fanfics or stuff related to Jack, I've decided to share with you how I think he is like, so i hope you enjoy it :)

Disclaimer: sorry if there are any grammatical error, english it's not my first lenguaje. Remember most of this is made up.

Jack Champion it's like...

First things first, he's a theater kid. He has said it in a few interviews so I'm going to a assume that he probably (most likely) also like musical theater and that goes to the other theory wich is that he likes Hamilton, and it's also most likely that he has a couple (multiple) of the songs in he's playlist.

I wish I could also said that he's a swiftie, but I big part of me says that he's not a fan, but what I do think is that he does likes a few song's, like the mainstream one, for example shake it up, you belong with me, etc, etc, etc.

He's a fan of old school rock or old school music, like the beatles, queen, Fleetwood Mac, Michael Jackson and anothers. I meanly assume this for the fact that he's favorite song it's lest groove.

A true gentleman and no one can tell me other wise, that boy was raised by he's mom and he's mom alone, so I just know that he's sweet mother teach him how to be respectful to women and to treat them as equals.

He's a little dorky, but in a cute way. I mean have you seen the interviews..? Lmao.

Jack very confident: do you know what blowing a raspberry is? 😏

Bailey laughing her ass off: that's the definition!

Jack: What?...

Bailey: That's the definition..! *still laughing*

Jamie: But I still don't know what it is! 😀

Jack:..Oh...

The way that I have seen how he's friendship with Trinity is, I'm going to say that he's a really gentle boy and honestly really sweet.

Also he does a lot of dad jokes or better said bad jokes. I mean, I saw a video of him when he was younger saying "do you know why the chicken cross the road?... to prove it wasn't chicken!".

He's very carismatic but I also feel that he has a shy side.

He loves to cuddle (something that he also said).

I have a theory that he's the type of boy that, when he has a crush, he does a lot of silly things to make he's crush laugh.

He didn't like scary movies until he was sixteen, but that doesn't mean he can get scared easily with some of those movies now.

My next assumption is that when he likes something he turns it in he's whole personally (and no, I'm not projecting wdym?)

He's a Scorpio, so I just know for fact that he doesn't have patience, like at all, and also he has a short temperament.

Loves dogs and cats, but I feel he's more of a cat person.

He definitely had that fase where he used to film videos for his "YouTube channel" like almost all 2000's babies did.

Cookie lover, don't ask me why I think this he just gives me the vibe.

Obviously he's a marvel fan, and he's favorite superhero it's Spiderman (and something tells me that when he got the role for spider he's brain associated the word immediately with the superhero)

He's Favorite holiday is Halloween.

He also gives me the vibe that he's a ride or die type of friend.

Definitely the one how's always joking around in he's friend's group.

When he gest nervous he laughs.

A completely softie.

Nature lover.

He said that when he gets older he would like to settle down and have a family of his own, and live close to nature in a really calm place.

He prefer small towns rather than big cities.

He gives the impression that if he gest a girlfriend/boyfriend (to not assume directly what he's attracted to) he would follow them averywhere like a little puppy.

Probably would like to post things about he's partner, but not too much to not over share with the internet.

Also a little bit clingy as well.

He also looks like he would used the pet name "baby" a lot.

He cursed almost all the time, but like unconsciously, it just comes from him naturally. And when he's not supposed to curse and can find himself to stop doing it he would cover he's mouth with both of he's hands (something that it's really cute if you picture it).

Even though he's carismatic, he would get all shy and smiley when someone gives him a compliment.

Anyways! I think that it's it! Hope you guys like and enjoy my little theories about the lovely boy Jack Champion <3.

If you have more ideas about him don't be afraid to share it, I would love to know what theories you have about him.

And again, sorry if there are any grammatical errors :)

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Mums don’t cry

Summary: Y/n’s mood changes and sicknesses happen to be more than just that.

lmao i don’t know why i put that tittle, but The Cure rules.

Content: soft husband!harry :DD pregnant afab!reader, use of she/her, mention of food and vomit (pregnancy symptom), la la land spoilers(?) and that’s it ig.

Disclaimer: English is not my first lenguaje so if there’s any mistake i’m sorry, i’ll try to correct it.

“No, i’m staying with Y/n, she’s not been feeling good. Enjoy though, oh! And bring some tiramisu.”

“ ’M sorry, H” she said struggling to stand up from the bathroom’s floor.

“No, no, there’s nothing to be sorry ‘bout. Now come here, i’ll help you clean yourself and we can go watch a movie. You said that watching Ryan Gosling everywhere made you want to bing his movies.” Harry kneeled in front of her offering his hand.

“Mhm” Y/n said without any sign of excitement. Her hand reached the toilet’s chain and released her sickness before lean into the sink and wash her mouth a total of four times.

“Think that enough, you’re gonna get sick again if you keep pulling the brush all the way down your throat.” he chuckled taking the brush out of her hand.

“Wait, throw it in the trash, please.” she said before shoving some more water in her mouth.

“But it’s clean.”

“It’s not, but i’ve had it for over 3 months.”

“Okay miss.”

“It’s Missus, Mister.”

“You feeling better, Missus?”

“I think, it was probably all the crap i’ve been eating.”

“The holidays are for something, don’t you think?”

“I guess.” her mood “I’m sorry.”

“I told you, you don’t have to…”

“No, i’m sorry for being so grumpy this past few days, i don’t know what’s happening.” she said as some tears began to accumulate in her eyes and her head goes to her husband’s chest.

“Oh, honey, don’t worry, it was part of our vows, being here through thick and thin, right?” he grabbed her cheek and smiled warmly, with her blurry vision she just saw a charming white downward D but she returned it.

“Love you.”

“Love you too.”

“Now you can see me fantasize with Ryan Gosling.”

“No problem, i’ll do the same.”

They giggled like toddlers and went to the kitchen for some snacks.

“Some popcorn will do it?” said Harry grabbing a package of microwave popcorn.

“Yeah, although is there a peanut butter and chocolate? i’ve been craving some of it.”

“Hm, we have a package of truffles but no peanut butter…”

“It’s okay, all perfect.”

“Well, what do you think of you picking the first movie and i’ll be there when these are ready.”

“Okay.” she gave him a peck kiss. “This is like the honeymoon all over again.” and began to walk to the lounge.

“I hope we never leave that stage.” Harry said loudly making sure she heard. She blew him a kiss and sat on the couch.

Y/n grabbed her phone to google in which platform was La La Land on. She didn’t even knew if the villa’s TV had more than 3 streaming services.

“Already picked one?”

“I’m checking where is it.”

“I bring you some water, i like my woman hydrated.”

He let out a little laugh “Thanks, love.”

They snuggled in the middle of the couch and concentrate in enjoying the movie.

Everything went well, they got to the point in the movie that showed what would’ve happened if they had ended up together.

Harry made a pout, watching the montage of the couple having a kid, but beside him Y/n began to sob, but in a concerning way.

“Everything okay, love?”

“Y-yeah, it just...” she went quiet to hear the final notes of song that Sebastian was playing in his bar. And led out another sob. “It’s so sad, because they loved each other, b-but they couldn’t make their dreams come true if the stayed together a-and they will always love each other…”

“It’s okay” Harry couldn’t help but feel a mixture of concern and a little bit, just a bit, of fun, watching her being so invested in a movie that they’ve watched several times. “Sometimes that’s how life goes.”

“What a bullshit life we live in.” He audibly laughed at that, remembering the joker memes, she also laughed “Okay, i heard it.”

And just like that she was laughing like anything happened.

“Wanna see another movie?”

“I don’t know, ‘m tired.”

“Wanna go to bed?”

“Yes please.”

When they were getting up of the couch Y/n felt sick again, she ran to the nearest bathroom and let it all out. That took Harry by surprise, one moment he was folding the blanket they where using and talking about other movies and the other he was grabbing his wife’s hair.

“Don’t know what’s happening to me, H. It feels like something more.” she rested her back into the cold wall opposite to the toilet

She recalled when she was sweaty and exhausted she blamed italy’s sun, when her mood changed drastically she blamed her personality, when she felt disgust out of nowhere and ended up vomiting she blamed the food and spices she was not used to, but everything as a whole was sign of other thing.

“Like what?” Harry said concerned thinking of the worst.

“I-i… i’ve been feeling weird lately and all my symptoms are, you know, hm, signs of pregnancy.”

“… Like what?” he repeated too shocked to say other thing.

“Mood change, um, craving could be described, the constant exhaustion, vomit…”

“Want me to go for a test?”

“What if paps catch you?”

“Who cares about them?” he said excitedly, this could be one of the happiest days of his life, and he couldn’t wait.

“Pr team, probably.” Y/n said tired.

“Well, I think they’ll understand. You’ll be good on your own? O could ask one of the guys to get a test on their way here.”

“I’ll be good, also we aren’t certain if i’m… pregnant, don’t want to alarm anyone and I’m pretty sure they’ll be back ‘till midnight.”

“You’re right. Well, i’ll be right back, honey.”

“Thanks.”

Harry literally sprinted to the nearest corner store as soon a he closed the villa’s door. Not caring of anything else, he ran through a fairly small business, not more than 5 minutes away, or that what he felt, until he viewed the boxes he was so desperate for, he grabbed three different ones and ran to the cash register, an old man smiled kindly at him. The interaction was short but cute.

When Harry grabbed the tests the man said to him "Buona fortuna." (good luck). With Harry's poor italian he said "Grazie" and ran back to Y/n.

"That was quick" Y/n was waiting by the door when he arrived.

"I always am, hun…” Harry said out of breath.

Y/n laughed and grabbed the bruised boxes from his hands. "I'm nervous"

"There's nothing to be nervous about, love."

"Well, then, there I go." she let a loud shaky breath and entered the bathroom again.

"Love you."

"Love you too." her voice muffled by the door.

Harry was also nervous, but in a good way nervous, what a good timing, he thought, they been wanting to start a family since last year, well, since forever, but actively trying ever since. He remembered the doctor appointments, the times they had sex just because an app told them to, and the disappointment in their faces when the test were negative, over and over again. And now, they were the happiest they've been, he just finished love on tour, Y/n finished her second book and taking a vacation with all their friends and family.

"Har...ry, come in, please." he did so immediately.

"Everything okay?" his voice was shaky. The tests were all perfectly lined up on a counter all of them facing down.

"Yes, I wanted you to be here." she was crying again, but the smile in her face denoted happiness and anxiety.

"Remember that no matter what the tests say, we'll be fine, and keep trying if you want."

"Thanks." she muttered hugging him.

"Thank you" he hugged her back kissing her hair.

"Can you check one first, please?"

"Sure"

While still hugging her he picked one of the tests and checked. His heart stopped when there was just one line across the screen.

"Uhm, what does one line means?" he asked, wanting to be in the wrong.

"N-negative..."

Y/n pulled away from the embrace to confirm what Harry was saying.

"It's okay, we got two more left."

"Yeah." Y/n said not really expecting any different result. She grabbed one and Harry the other.

Y/n's test said 'Incinta 2-3 settimane*' And Harry's had two vertical lines.

"Oh god, this one say-"

"My phone! Where is it." Y/n said quickly.

"What?"

"I need a confirmation."

She opened the translator and typed the test's result, it gave 'Pregnant 2-3 weeks'

"Oh my god! What does yours says?"

"That you're pregnant!"

"This one too!" she jumped into her husband's arms rounding his waist with her legs.

"Two out of three." he said shocked.

"I'll take it. Tomorrow we could go to a doctor."

"I can't wait." he said happily.

"Neither can i."

"Thank you, thank you love." he kissed her nose.

"I couldn't have done anything without your contribution, love, thank you too." she cupped his cheek as he laughed.

"Let's go to bed, tomorrow might be a big day.”

Y/n, attached to him in a koala style, and Harry Styles went to the bedroom full of bliss and expectancy for tomorrow.

“Where were you guys all morning? We waited you for breakfast” Gemma said laying on a sun chair near the villa’s pool, where the radiant couple just arrived.

“Uh, went for some air.” Harry responded.

“Oh, how are you feeling, Y/n?”

“Much better.” Y/n smiled widely to her sister-in-law. “I’m going for some water, want some?”

“I’m good, pumping, thanks.”

“Gem?”

“I have some here, thank you, Y/n/n.”

Y/n walked into the kitchen with a happy pace and Harry admired her silhouette in that white dress he loved so much.

“Are you guys high?”

“What?”

“Why are you smiling so much? it’s creepy.”

“We’re happy.” he said jokingly annoyed. “Also, i have something to tell you.”

“Y/n’s pregnant?” Gemma guessed, siting straight and taking her glasses off.

“How’d you know?”

“I didn’t, but the pregnancy tests in the bathroom gave me an idea. Congratulations!” the siblings hugged tightly.

“Thank you!”

“You’re finally becoming a dad. Ahh!”

“I know, ahh!”

“Why are you screaming like hyenas in cocaine?”

“Y/n, congrats, darling.” Gemma hugged her.

“Oh Gemma, thanks.”

“You’ll be the greatest parents and i’m gonna be the greatest aunt.”

The three laughed. “I’m pretty sure you’ll be, Gem”