#happy birthday to that little runaway

[rennorthernlights]

hey, are you doing okay? You haven't posted in some time. Did I notice because I love your stuff and want more? of course but you come first. Your health and wellbeing is very important. So I was just wondering how its going😅 *if* you wanna share of course...

Hello darling, thank you for asking. Unfortunately it’s been one shit show right after the motherfucking other on my side of things. Let’s seeeee

My brother ran away to go live with my ma that was really abusive towards me growing up. My dad’s blood pressure skyrocketed so much that he was sent to the hospital only to find out that he has 40% blockage to heart and almost had to get surgery to put a stint in. My sister became so stressed out over my brother and my dad that she had a mini stroke that could’ve turned into an actual stroke. My truck broke down and I lost my job.

BUT I know it looks very shitty right now but it’s turning up. I found a job… eventually…. And my sister and dad are doing great health wise now. My brother has gone no contact with me and I miss him to pieces but from what I heard, he’s a lot happier over there. As long as he’s happy and safe then that’s all I care about. I’m trying to get back in the grove of writing but late January till now has been really hard on my brain. Seriously though, thank you for asking about me. It’s people like you that make me still smile at my little works. You’re amazing, darling!

[kidrunaway]

[queen0fm0nsterz]

Mother of Mine.

[internalchickens]

Happy Birthweek, Little Nightmares >:]

Prompt

[m-jelly]

@2moth-anon2 requested

@ladycheesington <3

The best double holiday

Levi x fem!reader

Modern AU, married life, dad Levi, mum reader, being parents, Levi's birthday, Christmas, five year old daughter, three year old son.

You and Levi sit on the floor with your two adorable kids and make decorations for Christmas and Levi's birthday.

@ladycheesington @levisbrat25 @nyxiieluna @li-anne @galactict3a @youre-ackermine @thebobaprincess @2moth-anon2 @cypidity @nbinairyn @bts-spnlvr12 @darkstarlight82 @notgoodforlife @demonic-bird

As you carried a box full of craft things Levi reached out and grabbed his runaway three-year-old son. It brought a smile to your face when Evan squealed with laughter and Levi chuckled. Your daughter giggled away and then gasped in delight when you approached.

Lilly got to her feet and ran over. "Mummy!"

You smiled at her. "Hello, little flower. Mind where I'm walking, okay?"

She held your comfy jogging bottom leg as she walked with you. "Okay, mummy. Are those for daddy?"

You placed the box on the floor. "Yes and for Christmas." You sat down and smiled at her. "We're all going to work together like we have done before."

Levi put Evan in his little spot. "Okay, little man, time for arts and crafts. No more running off."

Evan gasped when you handed him a few things. "Pretty! For daddy."

Levi checked the box and let out a relieved sigh. "No glitter."

You hummed a laugh. "Levi, you know me."

"You don't like glitter."

You nodded. "Hate it."

Levi's eyes filled deeply with more love. "I love you."

"I love you too." You started cutting things for the kids to colour in. "What would you like for your birthday?"

"One hundred kisses."

You giggled at his request. "That's not many. You want more?"

"One million!"

Lilly laughed. "Silly daddy."

Levi smiled at his daughter. "Well, tell me more about what you asked Santa for?"

"I changed my mind. I want one million hugs from mummy!"

Levi gave a fake gasp. "That's so much and mummy is all mine."

Lilly got up and ran over to you. "Mummy is mine."

You wrapped your arms around Lilly. "I'm everyones."

Evan climbed onto your lap. "My mummy."

You hummed a laugh as you hugged both. "So cute." You showered both of them with kisses. "Keep making things for daddy, okay?"

Levi shifted closer. "Speaking of daddy..."

You giggled as he kissed your neck. "You want some attention?"

"Well, it is my birthday soon."

You kissed him and hummed in delight. "You can have my attention any time you want."

"I feel special."

"You are." You winked at him before standing up. "All right, I'm going to put up a few things."

Levi jumped to his feet and grabbed you from behind as he nibbled your neck. "I'll help."

"Is this helping?"

"Mm, yes."

You giggled and put up a few decorations. "Can you put this up for me?"

"Of course."

Lilly ran over to Levi. "Daddy, I made these."

Levi took the decorations from her. "Thank you. I'll put these up." He smiled as he looked at everything. "Looks perfect. Well done, sweetie. Evan? Do you have yours?"

Evan carefully got up before running over with a few things. "Yes, daddy."

"Look at these, they're lovely. Thank you." He put them up and smiled. "You're both so talented." He gazed at the cute birthday decorations. "These are lovely birthday decorations."

You have the kids a little box. "These are decorations for the tree. Work together and pop them on the tree. Daddy and I will help."

Levi pulled you close against him. "I say this every year and I will keep saying it. My birthday became wonderful because of you and the kids."

You kissed his cheek. "I'm glad. All I want is for you to be happy."

"You make me happy."

Lilly hurried over. "All hug daddy!"

Evan ran and laughed. "Hug daddy!"

Levi chuckled as he was hugged by you and his kids. "This is the best."

[sweetaliencheeks]

M A S T E R L I S T

JUST THE TWO:

THE ONE WHERE THEY’RE BEAUTIFUL Rocket had developed a habit to point out things that remind him of you.

THE ONE WHERE THEY EAT CEREAL Rocket felt lonely and woke you up to have a midnight snack.

THE ONE WHERE SHE HELPS Definitely not a qualified nurse, but love can heal, too.

THE ONES THAT ARE SILENT 1 & 2 Sometimes words aren’t necessary.

THE ONE WHERE SHE DANCES Got some units to spare?

THE ONE WHERE SHE KEEPS A DIARY

There’s an unexpected package at your door.

THE ONE WHERE SHE GETS OLDER Honestly, I just hate my birthday.

THE ONE WHERE SHE FALLS IN LOVE Sometimes you can just pinpoint the right moment.

THE ONE WHERE HE’S BABY I mean, that was literally the only option.

THE ONLY ONE WHERE HE’S TALL Please, I don’t know exactly what this is but I was force fed Tall Girl and thought this was a good idea… Also, kinda naughty.

THE ONE WHERE THEY CUDDLE Sometimes all you need is the right person to bring out the best in you.

THE ONE WHERE THEY GET ENGAGED Honestly, the plan wasn’t bad, but you had to have sausage fingers, didn’t you?

THE ONE WHERE THEY RUN AWAY Based off of a weird dream I had, gotta love a Runaway Bride moment…

THE ONE WHERE HE COMES BACK Slightly angst, I guess. But always with a sweet ending.

THE ONE WHERE THEY SHARE A BED Obviously a mandatory fic, and also a self explanatory one.

THE ONE WHERE HE TELLS HER Alcohol makes you say things you don’t wanna say, and do things you don’t wanna do. Like betting with Ravagers!

THE ONE WHERE HE’S COLD I know that global warming is fucked up, but how cold can it be during summer?

THE ONE WHERE THEY MEET Needed to write something that took place during those five years. Those were lonely times, we could all use a drinking buddy…

THE ONE AT THE MARRIAGE Admit it, we’re all suckers for the “I’m going to my best friend’s wedding to watch him marry somebody else while being hopelessly in love with him” trope. And come on, who doesn’t love a wedding?

THE ONE WHERE HE KNOCKS Post GOTG3. had many complaints about crying. But happy tears only!

THE ONE WHERE HE SAVES HER

Julia Roberts would be so jealous…

THE ONE AFTER THE NIGHTMARE

After you’ve died, any moment is good.

THE ONE WHERE THEY DANCE

What song are you?

WITH THE GUARDIANS

THE ONE WHERE HE BETS Peter bet he could get a secret out of you, and he’s very bad at keeping secrets.

THE ONE WHERE THEY’RE USELESS Just a little everyday struggle when your friends aren’t that good with feelings.

THE ONE WHERE THEY COMMUNICATE Maybe next time try to be a little bit more literal…

So I followed the advice of my lovely readers and finally got around to do a masterlist so it’s easier to find everything! Let me know if I forgot anything. I was actually surprised by how many fics I have written over the years, and I want to say how grateful I am for your support and kind words 🤍

Also, I want to precise that although some of the titles contain the pronouns “she/her”, the fics are mostly gender neutral. I’ll get around to fix the titles eventually!

Keep rocking you beautiful space babies

[aonungyoufuck]

Runaway {Part 7}

Runaway Masterlist

DNI/BYF

Synopsis: You finally find your spirit sister. And Ronal has a talk with you.

//this is pretty short. But the other chapter is gonna be like angst + long chapter. So There's that to look forward too

You waited. Holding your breath. Feeling like a kid being scolded for letting your brothers get in trouble. Something along those lines. 

“Y/n”

You lowered your ears waiting. 

“As you know the Tulkun will arrive soon. And since you’ve done such a great job in your training. We decided to gift you this” 

You let go of the breath you were holding. Watching as they handed you a spear and a new knife. You would only stare at the detail that was engraved into the spear handle. The Knife had a nice hue of blue, transparent and delicate. Not having a single scratch on it. 

“I” You stuttered, shifting your gaze to Ao’nung. Who only gave you a shrug. 

You had thought you were in deep waters now. But you just watched the gifts sparkle. Like water and like that of the stars. 

You turned to look behind you. Your parents are smiling proudly.  Clearly you were missing something. “Happy Birthday Y/n” 

You gasped. Have you really forgotten your own birthday? Did you really forget that it was today?

“I uh. Thank you!” You nodded. Taking the gifts in hand. Your old knife had long been cracked and scratched. You hadn’t really put much thought to it but it was worse for wear. You figured you could use a new spare knife. 

“The Tulkun! They have Returned” Roxto butted into the Marui. You only laughed as you watched him get smacked at the shoulder. No doubt by Kiri. 

“The Tulkun!” Tsireya couldn’t wait. Didn't even say goodbye as she went to go and announce. You smiled at your parents. Finally This could be it. This could be the time. 

You were guided out. Holding your father’s hand in your own. As you were lead out of the pod. You had watched this once before. But it never ceased to take your breath away. Watching everyone go. You stayed behind. Looking at Ronal. 

“Are you going to go too?”

You watched her face. You knew things were different. But you still thought to ask. 

“No… not yet at least. But please go. Seek any and your sister will call to you too”  

You nodded. Quickly heading to your Family Marui leaving your gifts there before calling to your Ilu. Feeling the water again after your mind being clouded felt nice. 

You watched as everyone around you had found their spirit siblings. Smile forming on your features as you continue to look. 

And then it happened. Deep in your core you heard a deep sigh and you looked. Eyes searching, before landing on a Tulkun. Farther down than most. And by the looks of it old. Older than all the other ones. 

You didnt wait to think about how deep this tulkun was. You just headed down and signed

‘Hello’ 

It watched you. 

‘Are you okay dear?’

‘I am alright. I am just old’

‘I am sorry’

‘What is your name my dear?’

You smiled, biting your lip as you introduced yourself . And she in turn. 

‘Where is your spirit sister’ Umiri Asked you. 

‘ I do not have one’ You let go of your breathe suddenly realizing how far down you were. And she seemed to realize this too. Gently nudging you as you finally broke the surface. Gasping for air and letting out some coughs. Making everyone turn to you. 

It finally seemed that the elder Tulkun had finally found a sister in you. 

“Thank you” You signed laughing a little as you coughed a final time. 

If this is what they meant in feeling this bond burn your lungs and want to hug someone close. It was the best damn feeling. 

The Quiet cheers. The little music begins. You had finally done it. You have finished it all. You are Metkayina now. 

‘Thank you’ you signed letting Umiri carry you as you basked in the sun. 

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“Eywa has blessed us with a Fine new Warrior. You are Metkayina now Y/n” Tonowari spoke. Welcoming you to the celebrations that was now being held in your honor. 

You could not be happier. That it had finally happened. You had hoped that it would all be back home of course. But whatever you could get. 

Dancing made your heart soar. Your spirit had been lifted. You could get use to this high. 

You had danced with all your family.  Them happily congratulating you. Finally Speaking to Neteyam one on one. 

“I am happy Sister.”

“ I am too” You smiled finally sitting down letting your feet rest a bit. 

“Im Glad your alive” 

“I am too” 

Neteyam held your hand in his. He honestly hadn’t been able to touch you in any sense given the last time he did you were ice cold. He was afraid that if he did he would wake up and it all would have been a dream. That you were dead and that things had not gone how he wanted to. 

“Now look at you. Pretty soon id follow in your foot steps” 

“Yes i do hope” You looked at him and then the crowd. “Anyone you have your eyes on?”

“Not particularly yet” He admitted letting you go. “And what about Ao’nung?”

You only smacked him on the hand. “Be quiet. I would prefer not to get into trouble you know”

“I am serious However. Have you talked to mom and Dad about it?”

“Well no..”

“Well you better. Because it seems Ao’nung is talking to his” 

You turned to look. His gaze had long left you as he talked to his mother and father. You saw Tonowari’s weary expression as Ronal Gently scold him. You couldn't make it out from where you were. But you watch Ao’nung’s expression fall as she whispers something to him. Turning his attention to his little brother. 

Quickly as it happened you turned your head away as you saw Ronal’s Angry expression. Soothing as she composed yourself. 

You bit your tongue hoping that if anything. Everything would be okay. 

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“I Trusted you Y/n. I had faith in you and i let you in to my family” 

You could only choke down some sobs. After the entire thing Ronal had decided to speak with you. Excusing your family and her own. It was just you two

And for once you never truly felt alone until now. 

“I am sorry my Tsahik”

“You are a clever girl. You are smart and brave. But you are not what  i would approved as the next Tsahik” 

You nodded. Tightening your fists as you saw her circle you. It was as if a large predator had cornered you. And at this moment you wish to take it all back. You valued Ronal’s opinion. She had been the one to see you first before anyone else including your own family. 

You Should have build this relationship up some more. Make Ronal see your value. But instead You got close to her without telling her about the harboring feelings you had for her son and he in turn. 

You understood why she felt betrayed. 

“ I dont want you near my Family anymore Y/n. For i have been merciful on your family for the chaos you all have brought into my own” 

You nodded. Letting the tears slip. Before opening your mouth. 

“ I will i will… but please do not punish my family for my actions. I swear. I swear ill stay away but have mercy on them please” 

You watched her glare ease but never really went away

“Be gone from this Marui. And dont speak to Ao’nung again. I will talk to him tonight. I dont want to know that you two been together. Understood” 

You nodded rapidly. Her claws sinking into you some more before letting you go. 

You swore this hurt so much more than the bullet you had taken for your brother.

You ran so far and so quickly into your family Marui that you didn’t bother to bid them goodnight. 

Who would have thought the best moment of your life. Would also be the very worst.

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Taglist: @simp-erformarvelwomen / @luvlykrispy / @yeosxxx / @fanboyluvr / @littlethingsinlife / @eirianna / @elegantkidfansoul / @tsukibaby1 / @adaiasafira / @1-800-not-simpingng / @reggiesslutt / @cmfouatslota77 / @slutforsmut4ever / @zatarias-pandora / @valovesyou

[deanwinchesterswitch]

Run Away With Me

Summary: He can’t let go.

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Female Reader

Word Count: 852

Warnings: None

Beta: @princessmisery666

Inspired by: Runaway by The Corrs

A formidable plaid and denim-clad form fills the entrance as the door behind you crashes open, slamming against the wall with a loud splinter of paneling. You hadn’t really expected to see him here, but a swirl of anticipation sweeps through you. His large hand pushes back the hair that falls in his face, and you scold yourself for wishing those fingers were tangled in your hair instead.

“Don’t do it.” His chest heaves, his eyes focused.

The deep husk sends your pulse racing, but you keep your tone deadpan, “You weren’t invited, Winchester,” glaring at his reflection in the mirror in front of you. “What are you doing here?”

His glance to your left tells you who the instigator of this intrusion is. The hard stare that matches yours when your eyes meet in the mirror again sends a shiver down your spine. Not keen on trying to decipher the reaction, you’re grateful he doesn’t give you the opportunity. 

“He won’t make you happy.”

Fury rises, and you huff in disbelief as you turn to face him. “I haven’t seen you in over a year. You have no idea who or what makes me happy now.” You know it’s a lie, but bitingly add, “You barely knew then.”

“That’s not true.” His tone is sure, a smugness in his features.

The air in the room feels heavier, the tension growing as you silently stare each other down. Jody decides to make her escape, squeezing your arm and smiling, coaxing in that familiar mom voice, “Give him a chance. Listen to what he has to say.”

“I will talk to you later,” you huff but return the smile before she walks toward Sam. She pats his arm, and he nods, giving her a brief smile as he steps aside to let her pass. 

His eyes rake over you, a gleam in their depths. “You look beautiful.”

He says it with such heartfelt sincerity that a tiny fissure forms in the wall you’ve built up as you snap, “Why are you here?”

“I missed you. Missed us.” 

Grimacing, you wave a hand down your body. “I’m a little busy right now.”

“About that,” he sneers, “you’re making a mistake. He doesn’t know you the way I do.”

Unable to stop yourself, you scoff, “Like I said, you know nothing.” 

You refuse to let him see that you’ve been having doubts, that you’d been caught up in a whirlwind, never letting you touch the ground to get your bearings. Just before he came bursting in, you’d been talking to Jody about calling the entire thing off.

Ignoring your interruption, his eyes narrow, “I know that under that lace and satin, you’re wearing your favorite Converse, the red ones. There’s a garter on your left thigh, but your Smith & Wesson CSX is strapped to your right.” 

Well, damn!

He takes a step closer. “Does he know what you used to do? Have you told him why you wake up screaming? That the nightmares are memories?” The corners of his mouth curl up, eyebrows lifting as he accurately perceives that you haven’t. “So, what, you’re already lying to him?”

“It’s not a l-”

“An omission?” he interjects, and you want to smack the arrogance from his face.

“I left for a reason.” He begins to slowly circle you like prey. Each spiral brings him closer. He has something to get off his chest and evidently plans to stay until he does. “Tell me what you have to say, then leave.”

“You don’t belong with him.”

“What?”

He stops behind you, and with each inhale, the soft, worn cotton of his shirt brushes against the bare flesh of your back. Turning you both toward the mirror, he rests his hands on the curves of your shoulders, eyes boring into your reflection. “I tried to let you go. To forget about you and move on, but it was impossible. Your scent lingered in my room for months. I found a pair of panties in the laundry, the blue silk ones I would use to keep you quiet. The first-edition book you bought me for my birthday still sits on the bedside table.”

A hand wraps around your neck with gentle pressure while the other runs down your side, tapping the holstered gun when his fingers reach it. “See, I know you.”

Swallowing thickly, you stare at him, breath labored. You couldn’t form words even if you knew what to say.

Unexpectedly, everything in him shifts. The hand at your neck loosens to rest on your collarbone, and the fingers on your thigh are now a gentle pressure against your hip. “I’m sorry for hurting you. For not being there when you needed me. I came here,” uncertainty briefly swims in darkened irises for the first time since he bulldozed his way in, “to ask for a second chance.”

Your heart flutters like butterfly wings as you mutter in disbelief, “I’ll never stop.”

“What?” The word is filled with swagger, swaddled in uncertainty.

“Falling in love with you.”

Fingers denting into your skin, he growls. “Run away with me.”

Dean's Version

Tagging some of my Sam peeps:

@thinkinghardhardlythinking @calaofnoldor @wayward-and-worn @princessmisery666

[theicarusconstellation]

zelda tangled au anyone?

genderfluid link. runaway princess zelda.

imagine ganon knows only link can defeat him so he kidnaps him as a six year old and takes him to an abandoned tower in hyrule forest with the intention of corrupting him and the master sword to get them on his side. zelda has been told all her life that the power of hylia is in her, but she hasn't unlocked it yet, and the pressure is getting too much so she sets off to find the "legendary future swordswoman" who went missing years ago because "if i can't unlock my powers, maybe she can help me."

one day, she finds the master sword (which ganondorf has been hiding near the tower because he's saving it for when he finally figures out a way to corrupt it, harness its power, and take over hyrule). she's like "oh my god what if the swordswoman is around here somewhere😱."

MEANWHILE link is in the tower with their gorgeous long hair (and maybe wolf link as a sidekick instead of pascal?), and every year on his birthday, the leaders of all the villages get together and hold a little mourning/prayer ceremony for her bc signs of the calamity are approaching fast, and they're hoping link shows up soon, especially with zelda's power not being awakened yet. link desperately wants to go see the ceremony (they don't know what it's for, just that there are a lot of beautiful lights and the dragons of hyrule all come together as well), but obviously ganondorf won't let him.

THEN zelda finds the tower and scales it. link is all "HYAH!!!!!!" and the scene where eugene is trapped in the chair with rapunzel's hair plays out between the two of them except it's just a lot of link being like 😡😡and zelda being like 🤭omg this guy's reallly good with a weapon...looks a lot like the descriptions of...WAIT OMG ITS THE LEGENDARY SWORDSWOMAN🤭 link is like "i mean 1/3 woman i guess."

eventually, zelda convinces link to leave the tower with a bargain like "if i take you to the swordswoman ceremony, will you tell me about ganondorf?" (she already suspects it's THE ganondorf ykyk), and link is hesitant because zelda is telling them that the person they've been raised by is evil, but he really wants to see the ceremony, so he goes. they cut their hair to its length in totk and it really validates her gender yk? and when zelda sees how happy link is in her newfound freedom and gender expression she's like "well i have to tell him the truth about who he is"

she doesn't want to because it'll shatter link's worldview and newfound peace, and she doesn't want to put a burden on their shoulders (bc hylia knows she knows what that's like), but she does it anyway. at this point, link is beginning to get flashes of memories from his childhood and realize what zelda is trying to tell her is true, so both of them go to kakariko village to talk to impa (and they plan to talk to the champions after), but once they get there, ganondorf is there waiting in front of the desecrated former village like HEY POOKIE. FOUND YOU. MISS ME?

he takes link captive again and accelerates his plans to take over hyrule. link is trying to find a way out, and zelda is trying to find a way to help him, but it's not working out very well lmao. meanwhile zelda goes to the champions and asks for their help, relaying everything she knows, and the champions make a plan to get link and stop ganondorf. they get to the area where the tower is, but ganondorf was expecting this and takes them captive

as this happens, link doesn't know what's going on and is alone in the tower. he finds the master sword and the secret tower staircase, but it's a trap laid by ganondorf to manipulate link into joining him because link escapes the tower only to find zelda and the champions all tied up and stuff. the bargain is like "join me and i won't kill your friends when i rule, but refuse and i'll kill them slowly and make you watch" (i came up with this on the spot i know it's a rough plot WORK WITH ME😭🙏)

link being link challenges ganondorf to a duel, and ganondorf accepts purely out of amusement bc at this point he thinks "link can't defeat me yet since he's been locked in the tower; he's only a danger if he's been trained." link whoops his ass, but ganondorf harnesses the power of the calamity at the last second (which he was planning to do just to teach link a lesson in obedience and whatever). he whoops LINK'S ass, but just as link is about to get killed, zelda's powers Come To Life, and she saves him. then they all work together to defeat ganondorf and they all live happily ever after

[i-am-vita]

Masterlist

Since I'm planning to do a full Headcanon-verse of fics here, the need has arisen for a list to organize my present and future projects and Oc's. I really need to bring some order here before I start forgetting things.

WELCOME, gentle readers, to my One Piece (mostly live action) musings.

My recs 🤌

The Storyteller Club

Sapsorrow Spinoffs Masterlist

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My art 👩‍🎨

"You have cursed my soul..."

The Bodice Ripper Club

👉 Beckman 👉 Shanks 👉 Mihawk 1 (Sapsorrow fanart) Mihawk 2 Bogard (WIP) Sir Crocodile Buggy (Songbird fanart)

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My writing ✍️

OPLA Headcanons/Fic

👉 Hot Older Guys Headcanons

Mihawk, Kuro, Bogard, Shanks, Buggy x FemOcReader Reader is a semi-retired piratess who went into hiding to protect her little niece and may have history (past and recent) with certain renowned gentlemen.

👉 The OPLA men react to seeing you again pt. 1

Bogard, Mihawk x FemOcReader Reader's journey to find her runaway niece start at Syrup Village following the trail of a certain upcoming pirate crew that just sailed away in a new ship.

The OPLA men react to seeing you again pt. 2 (WIP)

Kuro, Buggy, Shanks x FemOcReader Reader arrives at Conomi Islands and then has to runaway and go on the low.

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👉 The Ghost Rose Masterlist 🌹👻

My Oc bio, headcanons and posts that are not fics.

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Fics and oneshots based on my First Headcanons following my Oc Ghost Rose's past and present life and adventures with certain gentlemen. 😉

Shanks

👉 At the Bathhouse

Shanks x Ghost Rose Oc, Light NSFW "If there was one person in all the Blues that you can always count to somehow be exactly where and when you needed him was Shanks." 11'ish years ago you found herself stranded in a little island with a bathhouse and no signal of your captain or crew through your phone, but there's exactly one person that you can always count to pick you up.

👉 That Last Night

Shanks x Ghost Rose Oc Fic Inspo "Since you met him, Shanks had never kissed you on the lips." You and Shanks had been kind of an unofficial thing for the last two years since you reconnected at the bathhouse. Both of you had always been happy to give each other your friendship and sincere affection while also enjoying your bodies. Until one night, watching you sleep peacefully by his side, he wonders what could be and steals a kiss from you, vowing to confess himself the next day, not knowing that this is the last night he will have with you due to the demise of your family and you going to hide with your niece...

Mihawk

👉 A Diversion Dance (pt. 1)

A Diversion Fight (pt. 2, WIP)

Mihawk x Ghost Rose Oc Fic inspo, Teaser "The probability of a Warlord walking to any ball, specially one in honor of the Marine, was low but never zero." One year ago, the Phantom Pirates infiltrated the Hacienda of a famous Wine Producer during a party to recover and destroy some information. You have to resort to some diversions to maintain certain Warlord from a business meeting at the office being robbed by your crew.

Bogard

👉 A Night at Loguetown

Bogard x Ghost Rose Oc Fic inspo "Because of all the Marine Bases in all the Blues, you stormed into the one he was stationed." 8 years ago you had to go into hidding with your little niece to protect her after the demised of your entire stranded family. During the process to claim her as your ward, you meet again with the man whose hearth you broke along with yours when you ran away from the life your family had decreted for you.

Inspired: Fight for her by @jintaka-hane

After all these years... (WIP)

Bogard x Ghost Rose Oc, mention of past Kuro x Ghost Rose Oc You came back home from a trip that got unexpected shortened to find your niece gone to her friend Kaya's birthday. You arrived to Syrup Village the next day just to discover she had run away with a group of pirate wannabes after defeating your toxic ex Kuro who had been posing as Kaya's Buttler for the last years. You tried to sail after them, but was halt in your intent by a Marine vessel captained by Vice Admiral Garp, and you know where Garp goes, certain former suitor of you follows.

👉 At the Ballroom

Bogard x Ghost Rose Oc x Mihawk, Songfic "You have been invited to a regency era Masquerade Ball: your gown and garb has been dusted off, your hair styled beautifully, masquerade mask attached firmly to your face and you are being led by the hand to the dancefloor. The garden has been littered with tealights illuminating the marble floor. The stars scattered amongst the night sky with their dusted luminance: kissing your cheeks and chin while bouncing off your radiant formalwear."

Misc.

👉 Mihawk x Ghost Rose x Bogard Idea

👉 The Next Morning (drabble)

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Benn Beckman

👉 Beckman at the Bathhouse

Benn Beckman x FemReader, Light NSFW Beck gets some well deserved attention at the bathhouse ;)

👉 The Passenger (WIP)

Benn Beckman x FemReader, Light NSFW "She needed a safe passage to a new life, but her journey ignited unexpected passion..." Yes, the Beckman Bodice Ripper fic I know you all want.

[ghostsvacuumcleaner]

Hello everyone! This is my stories masterlist - where you can find everything I post around here with their current status and links. I don't have much posted yet but this is going to help me organizing myself, so there it is ♥

I mostly post here and on AO3 if you'd prefer.

If you want to make a request, they're currently open and I'm open to angst, smut, fluff, it alltogether, anything you wish. Those are the current topics I'm interested in writing about; I might add some more within time.

Resident Evil (Any character)

Call of Duty (Any character)

Red Dead Redemption 2 (Any character)

♦ Leon S. Kennedy Salvatore - f!reader; +18 | smut, fluff | finished "Leon’s on a working trip and it has been taking much longer than it should. As he doesn’t like to spend much time away from you, he texts you daily, and since you miss him so deeply, you decide to videocall him."

······················✦······················ Happy b-day, Agent Kennedy - f!reader; +18 | request Its Leon’s birthday. He thought you went out for a business trip, when actually, you have a little surprise for him at home.

♦ Albert Wesker Bunny - f!reader; +18 | smut | finished "You wake up in Wesker's mansion after accomplishing a difficult mission and he gives you a new drug he's been testing. The effects are quite... dear to you."

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♦ Simon "Ghost" Riley Shades of Red - f!reader; +18 | longfic, romance, drama, eventual smut, slowburn | ongoing chapter 1 | chapter 2 | chapter 3 "The sole survivor of a terrorist attack that killed over a hundred. The soldier responsible for saving her. He wants to help you, but his own trauma make him withdraw when he wants to get closer and intoxicate when he wants to remedy. He kisses your scars and hopes you’ll runaway. He wants you to run away. But you won’t."

······················✦······················ Metamorphose - f!reader | angst, fluff | finished "You and Simon deal with the pain of losing a baby."

······················✦······················ You came — you called. - f!reader | angst, fluff part 1 | part 2 "After being abused by your current date, in need of comfort, you call your ex-boyfriend and recurring fling, Simon, to talk."

······················✦······················ Take me back (to the night we met) - f!reader | angst, fluff | finished "Simon gets a call from the hospital saying that you are hospitalized, in a coma and in great life risk.

♦ Mixed Alejandro's NSFW Alphabet - +18, sexual content - minors dni. Ghost's NSFW Alphabet - +18, sexual content - minors dni. Price's NSFW Alphabet - +18, sexual content - minors dni.

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[captainsophiestark]

The Best-Laid Plans

Platonic!Annabeth Chase x Reader

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Written for my personal fic writing challenge for 2024, Sophie's Year of Fic! Featuring a new fic being posted every Friday, all year long :)

Fandom: Percy Jackson

Summary: Annabeth's best friend and older sibling figure since she ran away at seven helps her execute the perfect birthday surprise for Percy in their first year at college.

Word Count: 1,306

Category: Fluff, Humor

A/N: To those new to the fandom from the tv show, weclome! This fic has hella spoilers for future books, so be warned

Putting work into an AI program without permission is illegal. You do not have my permission. Do not do it.

"I just want to do something special for him. It's his first birthday away from home, and I can tell it's bothering him."

I hummed, twirling my dagger and staring at the ceiling while kicked back on my couch. Such was the life of a demigod, that we fiddled with weapons like fidget toys.

"And there's no way you guys can go back?" I finally asked. Annabeth, my little sister in every way but blood, shook her head.

"We've got orientation for the next week and a half, including his birthday. It's the only reason we're here so early in the first place. We can't miss it."

I frowned. Annabeth and her boyfriend, Percy Jackson, had just started college at New Rome University. They'd gotten to the Bay Area yesterday, which I'd been incredibly excited about. Annabeth and I had been attached at the hip since I was eleven and she was seven, when we'd met as runaway demigods. Out of our little group, Annabeth and I had stayed the closest. After the Titan War, I'd decided to go USF, the muggle university in San Francisco. Leaving her had been the hardest part.

Now, luckily for me, she and Percy had moved out here too. Annabeth had finished unpacking and setting up her dorm room within a few hours of arrival, and so had some free time this morning to spend hanging out with me. Percy had not, so he was otherwise occupied on their last day before school activities started.

"Well, I'm happy to help with whatever you want to do, Annabeth," I said. She sighed, chewing at her lip and staring out the window of my apartment as she thought. "Maybe you could show him around the Bay Area? He probably hasn't spent much time out here, has he?"

"I really haven't either," she said. "I've barely been back since I was a kid."

"True..."

"Maybe we could go on a tour of New Rome? Percy told me he wanted to show me around, but I don't want to make him be the tour guide for his birthday."

"Yeah."

The two of us fell silent for a moment, thinking things through. Then, like a blast of lightning from Thalia, an idea hit me.

"What if you baked him some cookies or something? He's probably already missing his mom's baking."

Annabeth shot up straight in her seat, staring at me with wide eyes.

"That is the perfect idea. Can I make them here?"

"Of course! I'm not going to make you use the shared freshman kitchens."

Annabeth grinned, then stood and headed to the kitchen table. I watched her go with interest as she pulled out a notebook and pen and started scribbling away.

"Uh... Annabeth?"

"Making a plan. Don't worry about it."

I grinned to myself. My little sister was nothing if not predictable.

A few days later, Annabeth managed to sneak away from Percy and orientation to come back to my place for a baking party. Percy's birthday was tomorrow, so we only had tonight to get everything ready.

"I came up with the perfect plan," she said in lieu of greeting as she pushed past me and into the apartment. I smiled after her, joining her in the kitchen as she plopped down a massive bag of baking supplies. "I got the recipe, I timed everything out, I got a ton of blue food coloring. By the end of the day, the perfect birthday surprise will be completed."

"I'd never doubt a plan from Athena," I said, giving her a smile. "Just tell me what to do, and I'm on it."

"Right. Well, first we need to preheat the oven."

That was about the only part of the plan that ended up going off without a hitch. Annabeth didn't bake often, and she'd happened to choose a pretty difficult cookie recipe. I did my best to help, but I didn't have a lot of experience in the area either, so things went quickly off the rails. Just under two hours later, the two of us stood in the kitchen covered in flower, eggs, and bits of way too watery dough, staring at the absolute disaster of a mess we'd created on the counter.

"This was not part of the plan," she said. I couldn't help it—I burst out laughing.

"I don't know, I think sugar cookies are supposed to be so wet we can't pick them up," I joked. I turned to see Annabeth with a very serious frown on her face.

"I haven't had a plan fail this miserably in... a long time."

"Well, I think it's probably time for plan B. That can be your redemption."

Annabeth's frown just deepened, so I did what any good sibling would do and took it upon myself to cheer her up. By throwing a wad of dough in her face, of course.

Her mouth dropped open in shock as sugary, goopy dough dripped off her chin. Then she whirled on me with a fierce look and fire in her eyes that I recognized from the few times she'd really been on the warpath for capture the flag.

"That was a mistake."

She picked up the nearest glob of dough and chucked it at me as I tried to dodge. It hit me in the back with a thunk, and I cackled before turning around to reengage with a clump of flour.

The baking battle raged for a few fierce minutes, before Annabeth and I slipped in some dough on the floor while wrestling to smear more of the stuff on each others' heads. We collapsed in a heap, both of us laughing like crazy people.

"That was so worth everything that came before it," I declared, slumping against the nearest kitchen cabinet. Annabeth immediately followed suit, leaving us shoulder to shoulder in the middle of the mess.

"What about the cleanup that comes after?"

"Also worth it, especially since I have you here to help me."

Annabeth snorted, but didn't say anything. After a minute of comfortable silence, she sighed.

"What am I gonna do for Percy's birthday tomorrow?"

"Well, were the cookies the only plan?"

"No... He took me to one of his favorite spots in the city a few days ago, so I planned a picnic for the two of us there. The cookies were going to be the final surprise."

"Well, there you go then. The rest of the plan remains intact. If you wanted to, you could even make him a little coupon or something that promises 'one day of baking cookies' or something like that, and the two of you can pick an easier but still delicious recipe to try."

Annabeth looked at me with a skeptical eyebrow raised.

"Would you let us use your kitchen again?"

I shrugged. "Sure. Maybe Percy's better at baking than us. And even if he's not, having someone who can control water to help us with cleanup will at least make a round two of this easier."

Annabeth smiled and huffed a laugh, leaning against me.

"Thanks. For this, and for everything. I'm really glad you're here in San Francisco with us."

I smiled too, reaching out to put one arm around Annabeth. We'd known each other more than a decade, and we'd both changed so much. But our relationship had stayed the same.

"Any time, Annabeth. You know I'm always here for you." The two of us sat there for a minute, taking a breather and appreciating each other's company, and then I sighed. "Alright, time to get the cleaning stuff out. This is going to take hours."

"You know, I actually have a lot of coursework I need to get started on-"

"Nice try, but it's orientation. And even if you were in the middle of finals, you wouldn't be getting out of this."

"Fine. But next time, let's plan to avoid the massive kitchen food fight."

I grinned. "Sure. We can plan on that."

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Riordanverse: @valkyriepirate

[marvelstarker-mha98]

The Runaway Distance Life Of A Little Stark Chapter 14: Here's to the good times

Pairing: Tony Stark & daughter!Reader, Nick Fury & reader, parker family & reader, Ben parker & reader Summary: Reader’s birthday warning: Panic attack, memories Co author with: callikc Tag:  @venomsvl  @geeksareunique​ Previous ​​

Four months had passed.

It was May 30th now, a day you'd never really found much joy in. The day that you were born.

It just reminded you that you never got to meet your mother, that your birth was the reason she died. And you never really got a decent celebration. Sure, you had the money and the mansion to organize a party, but you never had the friends. And, of course, your dad was always too busy to be there.

Birthdays just weren't fun in the Stark household.

As you entered your lab, you let out a heavy sigh and put down an untouched cup of coffee, thinking about what you could possibly do to occupy yourself for the day. Most of your projects were complete and you didn't feel like starting from scratch just yet.

You did have a little side project that was almost finished. It was your own little experiment called Test Eco in which you made your own environment in a glass box from samples of earth's minerals. It needed a test or two so you grabbed one of the many notebooks littered around and approached the box.

"FRIDAY?" You called.

"Yes, miss?" The AI greeted.

"How are we doing on Test Eco?"

"My data suggests the potential for a copper deposit, dropping at fifteen. I also found coltan, cobalt, and silicon."

"Huh..." You peered at the box, impressed by what you could accomplish sometimes. "All of those can be used and processed?"

"In a virtual environment such as this, I'm afraid not. But if presented with real Earth conditions, possibly. However, the most important are the iron and bauxite deposits I detected."

"Construction materials?" You questioned, intrigued.

"Aluminum, and everything needed to repair existing equipment as it ages."

"And the soil?"

"Light on nitrates."

"Nothing I can't compensate for. What about the water sample?"

"There is some salinisation and minimal microbial concentrations."

"Easily eliminated with purification and filtration processes."

"Cleaner than here."

You nodded and smiled, noting down everything. "Thanks, FRIDAY."

"My pleasure, miss."

You once again praised yourself for creating something as amazing as that and were about to do some more tests when you heard a knock on the door of your lab. You turned and saw Fury.

"What did I do now?" You mumbled.

Putting on a smile, you set everything down and went over to let him in.

"Campbell." He greeted in the usual business-like tone.

You nodded once. "Hey, Director."

"You're in early."

"I got bored."

"Hmm."

You stood there, a little awkward. "So can I help with anything, or...?"

Fury entered the lab and closed the door so you'd have more privacy. He looked around, seemingly impressed by some of the things you had created, and then turned to you.

"It's your day off." He stated.

You raised a brow. "Since when do you complain about extra hours?"

"I don't. But today is a 'special occasion'."

"Is it?"

"Happy birthday."

You almost laughed at how strange it sounded coming from someone like him, especially since it seemed so painful for him to say the words, but you kept a neutral expression.

"Thanks, but I think I'll work it off." You said.

"Campbell, you've worked with more dedication and the assiduous nature of half my agents in the time you've been here. SHIELD won't collapse if you take a day off."

"Famous last words."

"Take it as an order."

You crossed your arms. "You're ordering me to take a day off and celebrate?"

He nodded. "Yes."

"I hate you."

"I'm sure you do."

Knowing you couldn't win, you rolled your eyes and shrugged. "Fine. I'll take a day."

"Good." He reached into his jacket and withdrew what looked like a card. "Go crazy."

You smirked, amused. "If this ain't favoritism I don't know what is. How much?"

"Limitless."

"Holy shit." With a grin, you accepted the gift. "You're a softie really, aren't you? Director Furry."

He did not look amused.

"Agent Hill has left you a car outside. It's all yours."

Actually feeling like today could be better than you anticipated, you smiled. "Tell her I said thanks. I'll be back in tomorrow."

He nodded once more. "As expected. Have fun, Campbell."

"Oh, I will."

With a smile and your new gift tucked away safely, the two of you parted ways and you checked everything in the lab before leaving yourself. A few agents and scientists you were friendly with said hi and you waved back.

The car outside was much more impressive than you anticipated. A 2006 Dodge Challenger. Agent Hill certainly knew your tastes.

There was another agent waiting with the keys and he tossed you them when you approached, not saying a word. Most agents didn't anyway, it was normal to be ignored. In fact, you were certain 'grumpy' and 'mute' were part of the pass criteria.

But, God, did that car feel fantastic as you drove.

The roar of the engine, the smooth touch of the wheel, and the leather seats... It was like heaven.

-

After celebrating your birthday with a not so cheap meal and a Starbucks, you decided it was time to head home.

It was only the afternoon and you didn't expect many people to be out on the streets. However, as you parked the new car beside the sidewalk, you noticed a commotion at the end of the road. You didn't bother driving over since there were too many people but you did walk to investigate.

The people were apparently shouting and cheering for something, huddled around two people you couldn't see from your current position.

But then the crowd parted slightly and you felt like your heart dropped in your chest.

It was your dad.

Clint Barton was there as well and the two seemed to be making fun of each other and being general idiots as the adoring public reached out with things to be signed. You could barely breathe.

It was your dad.

He was so close. After all this time...

When you saw him talking to people, you accidently called out. It didn't mean much since the overlapping voices drowned your own and no one noticed you.

You wanted nothing more than to reach out, to let him know you were okay and you were there, but you couldn't. You couldn't without bringing attention to yourself. The threat, now years old, still hung like a shadow and you forced yourself to walk away with tears in your eyes.

It felt like the ghost of Obadiah was strangling you.

Then you just ran.

You ran as far as you could, straight to your apartment. Once there, you slammed the bathroom door and simply broke down as everything overwhelmed you.

You wouldn't get to see him ever again.

Suddenly it didn't seem to matter if he ignored you or you were rude to him, you just wanted a dad again. With no mother or siblings, he was all you had. And you wouldn't ever get the chance to tell him you loved him despite all the estrangement between you.

You fell to the floor and pulled your knees close to your chest as you sobbed. Breathing felt like trying to swallow sandpaper and even if air did make it through it was foreign and unnatural, causing your breakdown to become more severe and messy.

"Ellen?" There was a knock at the door and you looked up, everything blurred and fuzzy.

You left the front door open in your rush but the voice was Ben's so you knew you were safe. You wanted to say something but nothing would leave your mouth. You only lost more air by trying to speak.

"(Y/n)?" He asked more quietly.

You had a hand over your chest as you panicked and fumbled for the bathroom door. There was a click as you unlocked it but then fell back again.

Ben was immediately at your side, his hands on your arms as you fought to breathe. "(Y/n)? Hey, you okay?"

Your body shook and you cried and cried. He didn't want to scare you further and carefully pulled you in for a hug, whispering words of assurance.

 Thanks to him your breathing started to get back to normal, your heart no longer as loud. You could finally catch air instead of nothingness. You curled up into the smallest ball you could muster and clutched Ben's arm as he held you, the tears still streaming down your face.

"You're okay, (Y/n)." He said, keeping you close and comforted.

"I nearly talked to him." You spoke up with a broken voice. "My dad."

"Tony?"

You nodded. "He was - He was right there. I-I couldn't - It was-"

"Hey, it's okay. You're okay."

You tried to focus and explain it all, and were thankful he just waited patiently for you to process. After you settled, you moved to your living room and sat down.

"I just can't believe he's really a superhero." You whispered.

"It's a big job." Ben agreed. "I saw him when those things invaded the city. He saved my guys and me. He's a good man."

"A lot of power." You sighed. "All those people he needs to help... With great power comes great responsibility."

Ben studied you carefully and by now he'd known you long enough to realize it wasn't just the superhero status and tough past that made you miss Tony. It was simply just a daughter missing her father.

"He hasn't forgotten, you know." He said.

You looked up, bottom lip still trembling from the earlier panic attack. "What?"

"Tony. He loves you."

"I don't... I don't know."

"(Y/n), he does. A parent never stops loving a child. I'll love Peter until the day I die and even beyond that. Your old man is the same."

You closed your eyes and shook your head. "It's been too long."

"Not for him. Trust me."

You wanted to argue, to insist he was wrong, but you just didn't have the energy. What started off as a decent birthday for once had quickly turned sour. You needed to sleep.

"I'm gonna take five." You decided.

Ben nodded. "Alright. I'm next door if you need me, kid."

"Thanks."

He smiled sadly and wrapped his arms around you one more time. You melted into the hug and took the moment to breathe, wishing you could stay like that forever.

"Happy birthday." He then said, placing a kiss on the top of your head.

-

You woke up about an hour later to a light weight on your middle. You weren't too sure on what it was until a little boy's giggle followed.

"Peter Benjamin Parker, what are you doing?" You grumbled, eyes still closed.

"Morning, Ellen." You heard his cheery tone greet back. "I want to show you something."

"Go away, I'm dead."

"No, you're just lazy."

"Peter!" A new voice scolded.

You opened your eyes at that, realizing two more people accompanied him. "May? Ben?"

You were surprised.

May held a birthday cake lit with candles, and Ben held a bag that looked filled to the brim with all kinds of snacks and candy. Peter was standing next to the bed with half of his body on top of yours and an adorable child-like grin on his face.

"What's the occasion?" You joked.

Peter rolled his eyes and poked your cheek. "Don't play dumb. It's song time."

"No, thanks. I like my windows in one piece."

He stuck out his tongue. "Shut up and listen."

"Peter." May scolded again while Ben simply laughed.

"Sorry." He mumbled, standing straight.

Then, on the count of three, Ben initiated the singing.

"Happy birthday to you... Happy birthday to you... Happy birthday to Ellen... Happy birthday to you!" The three of them sang.

During the song, Peter sent a not-so-subtle wink when your alias was named which made you laugh.

"Thank you." You then said with a smile. "Really."

"Aren't you, like, ancient now?" Peter teased.

You playfully glared, then looked at his aunt and uncle. "Are you sure you two raised him?"

They laughed and May shrugged. "I think it's your influence, Ellen."

You faked a gasp. "I am insulted!"

"And I'm hungry." Peter complained, taking your hand and dragging you out of bed. "Come on!"

And for the rest of the afternoon the four of you had a mini party.

You had pizza and cake and watched some random TV in the background. The Parkers had even gotten you a gift. It was a homemade lava lamp in your favorite color. It was a simple gift, but it meant the world.

For the first time, your birthday was genuine fun. Save for the incident earlier on, you felt truly appreciated and loved. You couldn't help but remember celebrating all your other birthdays alone since you never got along with your dad.

Even after Parkers left - May for work and Peter to study - you had a smile on your face. However, thinking back on your life also made you also think forwards, and you realized there was something you needed to take care of.

The warehouse in Upstate.

You hadn't visited in a while since it was mostly just storage for you now. It was collecting a ton of dust but it still felt like home, bearing in mind it was for a few months when you were homeless.

The inside was tall and looming, shrouded in darkness. Even asking FRIDAY to illuminate the place didn't do much. Still, it wasn't too difficult to navigate.

"Hey, FRIDAY?" You called softly.

"Yes, miss?" She replied.

You looked at the clear space ahead of you and took a breath. "Show me Protocol Waterlight."

"Are you sure, miss?"

"Nope, but go ahead."

Even FRIDAY hesitated, but finally did bring up the image.

It seemed so innocent at first, just a calming lake with a distant sunset. It was in the form of a hologram, meaning the water rippled and glistened in the dusk light. However, that sunset was simply the promise of a future sunrise, a light to eventually emerge from the coming darkness.

Time went on, and little waterlights began to appear, floating on the surface of the lake. Their candles made the water appear like a night sky filtered with stars, beacons so far away and yet seemingly so close. It resembled a tribute almost.

As you watched, the orange glare reflected in your eyes, you focused on each individual lantern, remembering little bits of your past and the stories you created as you grew up.

One of your very first memories was sneaking into your dad's workshop and watching him take apart one of his cars. You took mental notes and tried to do the same with another car the next week but he had only gotten annoyed.

You remembered one of your birthdays in which Pepper, Happy, and Rhodey tried to celebrate with you. They had made you a beautiful cake and bought you so many amazing presents but the first thing you asked was where your dad was. You could see the looks of uncertainty on their faces even now.

You remembered high school, with so many people wanting to be your friend solely because of your last name. They would ask what it was like to be rich and live in a mansion with such a famous father but when you had no amazing stories to tell they simply started to act as if you didn't exist anymore.

You remembered running away. That fear and coldness, the thought of leaving everything behind, it haunted you even now. That shadow might never lift, and you didn't know how much longer you could live with it.

You remembered everything as you watched the waterlights. From childhood to the present, things were as clear as day.

And when you thought of your dad...

Instead of feeling rage and hate and malice, you smiled tearfully. Thinking of him was the easy part, you did it every day. But missing him? That hurt like hell. Even in the darkest days, when you felt inadequate and unworthy, you found yourself remembering who you were. You remembered whose daughter you were.

You were (Y/n) Stark, and it was about time you came to terms with that.

[lunarsis]

HAPPY ENDING, SAME ENDING ONCE AGAIN ˒ 𝐢. you must know ,

BIRTH NAME ⠀⠀: ⠀⠀takahashi aruna ❨ 高橋 愛月 ❩

ENGLISH NAME ⠀⠀: ⠀⠀alizée

NICKNAMES ⠀⠀: ⠀⠀kitkat , minmin , moonlight

BIRTHDAY ⠀⠀: ⠀⠀october 24 , 2002 ❨ scorpio ❩

BIRTH PLACE ⠀⠀: ⠀⠀osaka , japan

ETHNICITY ⠀⠀: ⠀⠀japanese

KNOW FAMILY ⠀⠀: ⠀⠀mom , older brother ❨ 1999 ❩ , younger sister ❨ 2004 ❩ , younger brother ❨ 2008 ❩

LANGUAGES ⠀⠀: ⠀⠀japanese , korean , english , chinese

ME WITHOUT YOU, SO WHAT I CAN DO? ˒ 𝐢𝐢. personality & look check ,

⸻  𝐚.  mirror , mirror , in the sky ,

FACE CLAIM ⠀⠀: ⠀⠀uchinaga ‘ giselle ’ aeri of aespa

HEIGHT ⠀⠀: ⠀⠀1 m 63 ❨ 5'4" ❩

BODY MODIFICATIONS ⠀⠀: ⠀⠀standard lobes , industrial & tragus right ear , daith & helix left ear

⸻  𝐛.  tell me who i am ?

UP ⠀⠀: ⠀⠀bold , calm , determined , fast learner , generous , hardworking , honest , grounded , resourceful , versatile , thoughtful , confident .

DOWN ⠀⠀: ⠀⠀bad-tempered , stubborn , troublemaker , impatient , nervous , secretive , pessimistic , rebellious , sarcastic .

MOON'S ADDS ⠀⠀: ⠀⠀although extremely reserved and intimidating, aruna is a girl with her heart on her sleeve — even if it's a part of her personality she wants to keep hidden. preferring to remain the colder half of the duo, she does her best to hide the tender smiles on the corners of her lips. nevertheless, she remains a complicated girl : she loves being at the center of dramas and never hesitates to do whatever she pleases — even if it means breaking the rules.

EMPTY REPERTOIRES, STOP IT, STOP IT ˒ 𝐢𝐢𝐢. professionalism is the key ,

STAGE NAME⠀⠀ : ⠀⠀minori ❨ 미노리 ❩

LABEL(S) ⠀⠀: ⠀⠀be:lift lab

PROFESSION ⠀⠀: ⠀⠀idol

GROUP ⠀⠀: ⠀⠀lunarsis

POSITION ⠀⠀: ⠀⠀main rapper, lead dancer, visual, maknae

INDIVIDUAL FANDOM ⠀⠀: ⠀⠀wolfies

REPRESENTATIVE EMOJI ⠀⠀: ⠀⠀🐺

I WANT TO WALK, BUT LIKE RUNAWAY ˒ 𝐢𝐯. the story behind the cover ,

abandoned by her father from an early age, aruna never had the father figure she should have had as a child. raised by her mother and grandmother, constantly compared to her perfect older brother, the little girl immediately forged a reserved but rebellious character. with an explosive spirit and a fiery temperament, aruna is constantly reprimanded by her elders and teachers — which led her to take a vow of silence to prevent anyone from reproaching her anything for her actions, for an entire year.

during this silent year, when speech was forbidden, the young girl learned to communicate through sign language, as her psychologist had advised. her conduct prompted her mother to stop comparing her to her brother and to appreciate aruna for who she is — which led her to decide to speak again. during her school years, aruna discovered a passion for singing and dancing thanks to one of her classmates whose dream was to become an idol.

ever since, aruna has been training and improving her skills to become an idol just like her friend wanted to be. aruna may be reserved and mysterious, she's still a troublemaker with a bad temper — even if she carries her heart in her hand. she can't thank her single mother enough for looking after her all these years, and vows to make her proud for the rest of her life. while remaining true to herself, of course.

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Hey @sashimi-buttons a very late, very happy birthday!! 💕 As you probably expected I wrote you some nark, because I'm me and you're you, hehe. Love you!

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Hey Lark.

Both of us are at the HQ right now. You’re sitting in front of me, reading a book Grant recommended to you, something about lost cats and runaway kids. Every ten minutes, you look up at me and give me another reason why you think it’s absolute trash. But you’re still reading it, so I guess it can’t be all that bad.

Me? I’m on my phone, typing this stupid letter in my Notes app because Terry said putting my thoughts into words could help me make sense of them. He’s beginning to sound like his mom, if you ask me.

I gave it the good old college try though, and so far it’s been kinda nice. Wrote some stuff to my mom, to Jodie, to Glenn. I’m never going to send those letters to any of them of course. Whatever bullshit I’m putting down right now isn’t meant for your eyes either, so uh, if you are reading this, please stop and let me live with whatever remnants of my dignity you deign to leave me.

Right. Thoughts. Feelings.

I blanked for a full three minutes, and during that time you put the book down and told me the metaphors used are so ridiculous you wouldn’t be surprised if Douglas Adams had risen from the grave to literally ghostwrite it. (Which I think you meant as an insult? Even though you used to love Hitchhiker’s.) Then you immediately turned the next page.

I need to stop staring at you and finish this letter.

Lark, I feel alive when I’m with you. When we’re going 80 in a 65 on your bike and I hold on to your hips and the white lines on the road are a continuous blur, that’s when the world makes the most sense to me. You make my heart beat so fast I can’t even hear myself breathing. You do that, not the speed with which our joyride takes us from nowhere to nowhere, not the rush of adrenaline that unrestrained freedom brings. You.

I guess that’s love? I think that’s love.

I don’t know. I’ve never had a relationship that worked out. There are parts of me I can’t give away, doors I can’t open.

The only thing I know for certain is that I wish I’d never have to let you go. I would drive through a thousand nowheres, would keep singing along to every terrible song on the radio, would do just about anything if it meant being able to keep you next to me.

There are days when I think I’d follow you to the end of the world, but then I realize we might actually have to go there one day. I’m not proud to admit, that’s when fear creeps in a little bit. Y’know how it is. ‘I got soul but I’m not a soldier’.

(that’s the Killers)

(you probably already knew that)

Growing up I had so many asthma attacks it was a wonder they even let me join Westrock FC. You remember when I gave you that straw, back when we were kids and everyone still used plastic straws? I told you to try to breathe through it for five minutes. You didn’t have the patience for that, but you made it to fifty seconds and got the gist of what it felt like to have your own airways betray you.

Though I have memories of smoking, this body has never tasted a cigarette or joint. I’m too scared it will cause me to start wheezing again, spots dancing at the edge of my vision, chest burning like it’s got its own hell inside it.

And yet I crave them. It’s still a test of willpower, sometimes. I know how good they could make me feel. I know that it’s so damningly easy, to just light a spark and press my lips to the tip and let myself enjoy the sensation. I could probably close my eyes and pretend that just because this was the natural conclusion of my desires, giving in wouldn’t mean I'm weak.

But let’s face it. It’ll only be bad for me in the long run.

Hah. And you think your book has bad metaphors.

Loving you feels like choking. God, how I love you.

And I think it’s okay that you’ll never know. Ignorance is bliss, and all that. You seem– not happy, but at least content right now, and I’d never want to ruin that.

I think there are two things a person needs if they want to love and be loved. They have to know who they are, and they have to accept who they are.

I don’t got that first part down, and you aren’t exactly a master at that second part. So I’ll keep abstaining.

My chest won’t stop burning, but that’s okay.

It has to be okay.

~Nick

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After the storm

Jake/Gimyeong Kim x Reader

Summary: Big Deal is finally free from the clutches of Charles Choi. You and Jake have started to navigate life after.

Genre: PG-13

A/N: The day when Big Deal is happy, I will be happy!

A car can be seen from where you were standing at the kitchen. Something’s wrong with the way it speeds down the beaten road. Wiping your hands, you hurriedly move into the living room, ordering the children to leave their toys.

You really hate this, you do. Especially when you see the fear in their eyes despite having done this for too many times. They shouldn’t have.

Jake comes out from the study, body tensed. He scoops the twins up in each arms, familiar with the protocol. He tells the oldest of the two, Elle, to not come out unless either one of you comes to get them. Gently lowering Anna onto the cushion, he makes sure that they’re tucked out of side before closing the bunker to join you in the kitchen.

You’re assembling your pistol, Jake’s rifle already on the kitchen table. He arms himself with his weapon, ready to head out and blow off the heads of whichever genius who thought it was a good idea to attack the family of Big Deal’s former leader.

“Stay behind me.”

Jake lifts his rifle, ready to shoot. Until…

The car comes to a screeching stop. Jake doesn’t move from his position and neither do you. The windows wind down and a pair of hands stick out forming a heart. You instinctively lower your gun but Jake still keeps it up.

“Don’t shoot! We come in peace bro!” Sinu cheerfully pokes his head out. “Hey sis-in-law! Ouch!” He gets pulled back in by Yeonhui who is now giving him an earful.

“I told you we should have called first! Now we scared the little ones!” She opens the door, quickly replacing her displeasure with a huge smile as she comes to you for a hug. “I’m so sorry, we would have called but this dumbass here insisted that there wasn’t any need. Now, where are my precious girls?”

You walked over the bunker where the twins were, reassuring them it was only their favourite Auntie and Uncle much to their delight. Forgetting the fear a few seconds ago, they clambered out, demanding to be held by the two of them.

The rest of the gang spill out of the car, each grumbling about how the distance had done a number on their bodies. Jason and Brad start to unload various goods from the car, moving to the porch to set them up. Lua carries a paper bag in each hand, both filled to the brim with party decorations. Lineman races to the kitchen to get the cake into the fridge in time with Jerry following him to defrost the meat.

“You guys…”

“What?” Yeonhui replies nonchalantly. “You don’t think we forgot Elle and Anna’s birthday? They are Big Deal too.” She looks at the two girls climbing all over their uncle and father. “Alright! Who wants to help Lua with the decorations?”

Squealing, the girls were carried away to join Lua who was now bickering with Lineman on the right way to put the fairy lights, leaving you and Yeonhui for some much needed catch up.

She tells you that Big Deal was doing extremely well. Not as a gang under Charles Choi’s manipulation, but as the brains in running one of the biggest malls in South Korea. It provided usual food, leisure and entertainment, but most importantly?

It provided a safe haven for youths who were dubbed as “runaways” and with nowhere to go. For those who were old enough to work, they were mentored by Jason and Brad who now ran a taekwondo studio and nail salon respectively. For those who were still young, there was a Library ran by Jerry to make sure that they still had a chance for education. It looks like Jake’s advice for Jerry wasn’t in vain.

“Lua and Lineman are training the new recruits. Pretty impressive I must say, seeing how our boys and girls are called up to provide security for the biggest events in Seoul.”

You’re happy that each member of the crew are doing well. It seemed like a millennia when Jake decided to leave Big Deal for both of your sakes.

“It’s better that way,” he tells you.

 “How are you?” Yeonhui looks at you with concern.

You sighed. “I’m alright. I’m just worried for Jake.”

Yeonhui frowns, understanding what you mean by that. After the crews had been dismantled, Charles Choi went off the map with his allies. Nevertheless, Jake was still forced to look back every once in a while to make sure that no one would hurt you or your daughters. Sinu had offered help but Jake flatly refused. He had to deal with his past demons alone once and for all. You look at Jake playfully tickling Anna on her stomach.

“It’ll take time for him to heal. He’s been through a lot. All you can do is to continue being there for him.”

“I know he’s trying to protect us but he’s taking too much on his own.”

“He’s a man of many mysteries. You don’t have to rush into it. I know when he’s ready, he’ll open up to you. For now, enjoy what you have.”

As you process Yeonhui’s words, Jason’s voice rings out. “Beef’s ready! Let’s eat!”

The night falls and the fairy lights shine brighter in the darkness. After multiple rounds of barbeque and a round of birthday cake with whipped cream on everyone’s faces, you invite the crew to stay for the night at the spare ranch Jake had insisted on building at times like these. As everyone starts to turn in for the night, Jake approaches you from behind.

“Penny for your thoughts?”

“I spoke with Yeonhui just now. Everyone seems to be doing well.”

Jake nods, leaning against the sink.

“Did you ever wish you could back with the crew? Then maybe you don’t have to be facing all these demons alone.”

He comes closer, holding you by the waist. “What makes you say that?”

“I just feel that I’m not helping at all. I’m pretty sure even Lua would be more useful than I am.” You attempt to focus on the dishes but Jake holds you in place.

“Don’t say that. You are my greatest rock and forever will be.”

You can’t help but to be a little overwhelmed by emotions.

“Because you saved me that day, I was able to continue living. I was able to have the live I thought I could never have in this lifetime. I’m sorry if I made you think otherwise.”

You gently hold the side of his face, the scars on his nose and cheek more prominent in the moonlight.

“No, you didn’t. But I want you to know that we’re here to help you. You don’t have to do everything by yourself. I almost lost my husband once, I’m not going to risk that again you hear me? We are going to get through this together.”

He holds your hand in his, wanting to stay like this for a while more. Unfortunately, the little patter of feet signaled that one of the munchkins was awake.

“Daddy? I can’t sleep.” Elle rubs her eyes while she drags her stuffed rabbit that Jerry gave her for her third birthday.

Jake reluctantly detaches himself from you, picking up his princess with ease. He mouths for you to wait for him in your shared room before the two disappear, once again leaving you to your thoughts.

Life after was never easy. It only meant more variables thrown into the mix. But all you and Jake had to do was to take it one at a time. It was like after a storm-

A rainbow would be awaiting at the end of the road.