#i get scared and lost when i get scolded . i feel wrong for making any sort of choices . making choices is terrifying

[spookythesillyfella]

do y'all ever forget who you really are and become cold . unfeeling and uncaring ?

do you ever feel wrong for being alive too ?

[save-a-forest-ride-a-bear]

🗒 ꒰⸝⸝₊ General Dating Headcanons ❛ ✧

Featuring: Astarion, Gale, Wyll & Halsin

# Note: content warning for very brief talk of abuse and general trauma back to navigation ´ˎ˗

🌿┊ASTARION

Talk about touch and attention starved. This guy wouldn't know a healthy relationship if it hit him in the face. Whenever you're nice to him or touch him without any innuendo, he's on edge. You must want something from him. Why else would you be doing this? It doesn't make sense.

Speaking of which, touching him out of nowhere usually doesn't end well. He has a tendency to flinch. He cackles and says he just thought he saw a bug, "Silly me," but you both know better than that.

He grows used to it, however. It just takes some warming up to. Eventually, the discomfort fades, replaced by a yearning so strong he swore he felt his heart beat again. When his brain realizes you don't want to hurt him and it's safe to be around you, he starts craving more contact. He's too prideful to ask, but he's not good at hiding it, either.

He loves any kind of compliment, don't get him wrong, but the ones that have nothing to do with his appearance seem to stick more. He's heard every single little praise possible for his face and body — but for his personality? For his mannerisms? If it ever happened before, he can't remember it.

Insists he doesn't like cuddling and only does it because you want to. But the one night you didn't, you woke up to him clinging to you anyway. He said he must've done so in his sleep, completely ignoring the fact elves can't sleep. Deception: critical failure.

Surprisingly protective. If you get hurt during a fight he goes ham on the enemy while yelling for someone else to take care of your wounds right now. He lost everything he had after Cazador — lost even himself to the hands of that sick, wicked man. He can't afford to lose you too.

The relationship started with him trying to manipulate you, sure, but that's not the case anymore. He cares. He genuinely cares for something other than himself for the first time in two centuries, and he's scared you still think you're being tricked by his charms. Again, he's too prideful for constant displays of affection, but he does say "I love you" more often than ever. Maybe if he says it enough times, you'll believe it.

He stares a lot. There's just something so endearing about seeing you in your own little world, oblivious to everything else, or at least oblivious to his gawking. It's the most honest part of you, the most yourself you could be, and he enjoys it from afar.

🌿┊GALE

So needy. You leave him at camp for a few hours and you come back to him acting like he needs to be sent to the seaside for his health. A year of living as a hermit does things to a man's necessities for attention.

Loves your scent. He doesn't share his clothes with anyone (that fabric is expensive, dammit), but he insists you wear them so that they smell like you later.

Despite being a cat owner, he's very dog-coded. Will do things with the sole purpose of receiving praise or kisses from you and gets extremely pouty when he doesn't.

Speaking of kisses, he takes any excuse conceivable to kiss you. Good morning, good night and good luck kisses are very much mandatory. Doesn't even have to be on his lips, he's more than satisfied with a cheek or forehead kiss as well.

He enjoys being taken care of, even if he complains. When you scold him for not sleeping over some ancient tome, he can't help but feel loved. Will return the favour, of course — especially if it comes to food. He's very insistent with the "three meals a day" thing.

Will read to you, there's no way around it. It's relaxing for both of you, so he doesn't see why he shouldn't. He also says he can pay attention better to the text when he says it out loud, anyway. You having your head on his lap as he does it is merely a bonus.

🌿┊WYLL

If this man has any flaw, it's that he's always trying to make every moment you spend together perfect and forgets to just lay back and enjoy himself. Even then, he only does it because of how much he loves you.

The last romantic! Goes all out with dates and gifts — fancy restaurants and the biggest bouquets you've ever seen. Money is no object when it comes to you. Truly a good old-fashioned lover boy.

Definitely has a saviour complex — the type to say "I can fix them" unironically. He just loved you and wants you to be okay, and if he has to drag you there himself he will.

Will go on rants about how smitten he is with you and how perfect you are on a daily basis. If you have to leave for the day, he'll write it as a love letter instead.

Always holding you close, but there's no possessiveness to it. It's a display of affection, not ownership. He's yours as much as you are his.

Loves taking showers together. Not for any sexual reason (though he wouldn't complain if things ended up going down that path), he just finds it incredibly intimate and genuinely enjoys washing your hair for you.

You're not just another romance to him — you're the love of his life, the person he wants to spend the rest of his life with, if the gods allow it.

🌿┊HALSIN

Despite the whole "Desire flourishes wherever it finds purchase" thing, he genuinely doesn't see himself falling for anyone else as he did for you. It's nice to know he could still indulge if he wanted, but for now, he doesn't.

Loves having his hair played with. There's just something so soothing about it. Or maybe it's his wild shape talking, asking for pets. We'll never know.

Always finds an excuse for you to sit on his lap. Again, not for sexual reasons, he just likes wrapping his arms around you and resting his chin on your head or shoulder.

Even though he isn't one for commitment, he has a constant, extremely severe case of baby fever. He obviously wouldn't push you if you're not ready, but he does make his sentiments on the matter known.

Stepping dangerously close to smut territory with this one, but he loves how small you are compared to him. The way he engulfs you entirely when he hugs you or how your hand disappears under his as he holds it — it's endearing to him.

I cannot go without mentioning how good his hugs are. Like, seriously. He's so warm and gentle but still strong and it makes you feel safe. It's the best thing in Faerun.

Loves how you look like wearing his clothes. It ties into the size difference thing, since they just look huge on you. Also, much like Gale, he has a thing for your scent, so there's really no downsides.

[weneepie]

HEYYY !! I have a request 😼what about reader who want to go out late a night to ser her friend having a hatd time without warning jason and suddenly jason come back of patrol more earlier and scold her , but reader is upset about jason reaction , but jason just want to protect her …

worried w/ red hood rules | m.list

note. hiii! thank you sm for your request omg i love jason sm of course i'd do that ; worried jason is adorable, my boy is doing his best <3 feel free to request anything else!

You were supposed to be here. He left you alone in your apartment before he left for his night patrol. So why weren’t you here anymore? Where were you? Jason thought he was about to go crazy. He was searching everywhere, calling your phone, but you weren’t answering at all.

Yes, he came back earlier than usual, but it wasn't a reason to disappear, was it? What if something bad had happened while he was gone? Jason was making the worst scenarios in his head. Until he heard the sound of the door opening. He turned around and you arrived in the living room, a bit surprised. 

You didn’t have the time to say anything that Jason was standing in front of you, a visible frown across his eyebrows. “Where the hell were you?!” His voice was too loud, too angry ; you didn’t like that at all. You slowly raised an eyebrow at his tone, feeling the slight irritation growing inside of you. 

“My friend needed me, so I left to see her.” You explained but it didn’t calm Jason at all. “You know Gotham’s not safe at night. What if you got attacked, or worse?” He was clearly angry, but it simply made you angry too. You weren’t a child, you didn’t need him to act like he was your own father. 

“Quit yelling at me, would ya?” Your tone was harsh, and it caught him off guard. He wasn’t so used to any reaction like this from you, so he was taken aback. He was about to answer when you pointed at his chest, looking into his eyes. “I don’t need you to protect myself, Jason. I’m a grown adult!” And in those words, you left the living room to get locked up in the bathroom. You really needed a shower. 

Jason stayed alone in here, standing up and a bit lost about what just happened. Did he get too far? He knew you were strong enough to defend yourself ; he loved you for that. But he couldn’t help it ; he was always worried when he knew you were alone in the streets at night. He meant what he said: Gotham wasn’t safe at all, and he knew what he was talking about. 

He saw so many people get hurt without any reason, and he was just so scared to lose you. Anger was his only way to express those feelings, but making you mad was the last thing he ever wanted. So he sat on the couch and waited for you to get out of the bathroom. It took you long minutes, and he was almost falling asleep. Or at least, he would have if he wasn’t thinking so much about what he wanted to tell you. 

When you joined the living room again, your gaze met his figure and you rolled your eyes. You sat next to him in silence, hating this stupid sad look on his face. You hated to see it, but he needed to understand what was wrong. Jason took your hand softly in his. “Look at me, please… I’m sorry baby, I didn’t mean to react like this.” You turned around, meeting his eyes ; and he knew he wasn’t lying. There was too much sincerity in it for that ; you knew him by heart. 

You stayed silent, waiting for him to keep going for a moment. He breathed out softly, leaving a gentle kiss against your knuckles. “I was just… worried. I’m always so scared when you’re alone out there. I know you’re strong ; but those guys can be crazy.” And how could you blame him? You knew Jason got through hell because of one of them. You finally completely turned to face him, grabbing both his hands between yours. 

“I’m not angry because you’re worried. I am because you yelled at me like I was completely dumb and not careful.” He slowly nodded at your words, understanding that he didn’t react the way he should have. Your hand gently moved to his cheek so you could stroke it with your thumb so slightly. Jason leaned onto your touch, eyes now closed at the feeling. 

You felt like home for him, and he’d rather die than having to lose this feeling once more. He left a soft kiss against the palm of your hand, making you smile lightly. “I’d be careful with my reactions,” he told you, looking back at your eyes. You leaned forward a little, leaving a small peck against his lips. “And I won’t leave without telling you where I am.” 

A silent agreement, so things could work. Jason was making so many efforts for you, all the time ; the less you could do was to do some efforts too. Moreover, Jason was clearly worth it. The boy needed a comfort and safe place to calm his home ; and you were ready to be this for him.

thank you!!

[skrrts]

heart art & rain (drabble)

✧ gn!reader x hongjoong ✧ genre: non idol, slice of life, fluff, dating ✧ word count: 774

You surprise Hongjoong with a cake & chalk hearts to celebrate your first anniversary together.

a/n: another part of me practicing to write under 1k words. today's suggestion was "hj & anniversary fluff." hope you like it 💕

As a child, your teachers would scold you for covering your school papers with little hearts and stars, but now as an adult, you looked proudly at the perfectly shaped twelve chalk hearts you had spent the last thirty minutes drawing. Each one symbolized a month you shared with Hongjoong since the two of you started dating — a big deal for you.

He didn’t know you were about to pick him up from his private lessons. Officially, the two of you planned to meet at the park to look the local cherry blossoms together and buy some snacks on the way. You checked the time again and pulled out the box with the little cake you baked with the help of your mom. It was decorated with hearts, a ‘happy first anniversary,’ and a squirrel made of marzipan.

When you sent Mingi a photo, he teased you that it looked more like a dog, but you were confident your boyfriend would know.

You inhaled deeply, trying to calm your racing heart because this was a little sappy, and you couldn’t change but feel embarrassed. It didn’t help that a woman came out first, giving you a frown before she walked off to her car.

A few minutes passed, and you stood there somewhat lost with your cake before finally, the guy who stole your heart stepped out.

“Surprise,” you called, holding the cake more forward.

Hongjoong stood there, confused for a moment, but as always, it quickly changed to excitement and surprise as he walked over to you.

“Y/N! What are you doing here? I thought we were meeting at the park?” he chuckled, his eyes looking fondly at you before paying attention to the hearts on the street and your cake.

It wasn’t a secret that cooking wasn’t something you enjoyed; spending time baking was likely proof of your love.

“You are so cute, you know! I’d love to take a photo, but you will pout at me, won’t you?” Hongjoong teased, pressing a kiss on your cheek.

“Yes, because you will post it in your friend group chats, and that’s so embarrassing,” you mumbled a little.

“I just like to make them jealous; nothing wrong with bragging about how cute and amazing my significant other is.”

It was hard to resist him with that excited smile that never failed to get to you, and you carefully handed the cake to him.

“Mom helped me a little, no reason to brag there, but we went with your favorite flavors and all of that! I brought forks too; we can eat it under the cherry trees.”

Hongjoong, a born artist, carefully moved the cake in his hands, and you could feel how you got a little nervous, but after a moment he nodded.

“Let’s hope there won’t be any angry squirrels; they might be confused why I eat one of theirs. This looks quite like the one I met the other day there."

You chuckled and shook your head as you placed the cake back into the box and looked at him. “I am sure they would understand.”

Hongjoong rested his hand against your cheek. “I am sure they will. Maybe they are more jealous than scared. How many people get hearts and a cake for their first anniversary? Even more so since you are all mine, best gift ever..”

Now there was his teasing grin, and he pulled you closer.

“I loved this surprise, thank you, Y/N. In six months, it’s my turn. I promise I’ll make it something special.”

As you were about to kiss, drops of rain suddenly fell from the sky. They didn’t announce that change in the weather at all. So mean! Couldn’t it have waited just a few more hours?

You looked with disappointment as your hearts were washed away, but suddenly, an umbrella opened over your head, and Hongjoong smiled at you.

“Sounds like you finally get an excuse today to cling tightly to my arm while we go for a romantic walk — just the two of us, a little bit of rain, and cherry blossoms. We will definitely look better than all those people on the TV.”

“I love the sound of that,” you smiled and curled your arms around him, making sure your bag was tucked underneath the umbrella. Hongjoong kissed your lips for a moment before the two of you walked down the road leading to the park.

And while everyone was rushing, trying to escape the rain, the two of you took all the time in the world, in your little bubble where a little bit of rain was more enjoyable than annoying.

[tsuutarr]

Finally found someone who does Pokemon Sun and moon too...

can I request a fluff interaction of a male farmer who herds Wooloo and Kiawe has a heavy crush on him but doesn't know what to do? Until the reader lost a couple wooloo who stumbled in Kiawe's farm and causing a small ruckus because they're just scared sheep!

Kiawe helps out and finally ends up talking to the sweet farmer boy??

it's fine if the reader can be GN if you don't do male readers! :)

(this is such a cute prompt!! I love farmer! readers so much haha + Wooloos are so stinkin' cute! Also, I ended up not using any gender indicators so this fic came out pretty gender neutral I think? It wasn't intentional, but I hope that's okay!)

Pairing: Kiawe x gn! reader

Word count: 1438

It all started when Kiawe’s mother asked him to deliver a welcoming gift to the new farmer who had just moved to Alola from Galar. Kiawe agreed because he wanted to welcome the new farmer to Alola – it isn’t easy moving across regions, after all. So, with the determination of a friendly neighbor, Kiawe made the trip to his neighbor’s farm.

What he didn’t expect, however, was a round Pokémon barreling into him. Thanks to Kiawe’s active lifestyle, he was able to keep his ground, but when he looked down, he saw a Pokémon that he’d never seen before. Still, looking at the cute eyes of the wooly Pokémon made Kiawe’s heart melt. The Pokémon bleated at Kiawe, looking confused.

“Don’t worry,” Kiawe said, patting the Pokémon on its head. “I’ll help you find your Trainer–”

“Sorry! That’s my Wooloo!”

At the sudden appearance of the new person, Kiawe blinked owlishly, looking up and making eye contact with the cutest person he had ever seen. 

“You little rascal– why do you always run off like that?” you scolded your Pokémon who bleated at you as if it had done nothing wrong. You sighed, shaking your head, before turning to Kiawe and offering him a gloved hand. “Hey there! Nice to meet you! I just moved here recently.”

“I– yeah,” Kiawe cleared his throat, before thrusting the gift in his hands into your outstretched one. “My… family runs the farm over there. We thought we’d welcome you.” Though usually stoic and calm, Kiawe was having a hard time formulating words.

“Ah, I see! Thanks, that’s so kind of you– oh, wait here, I have something to give you back!” you gave him a smile that blinded him because of how charming it was. “Now c’mon, Wooloo. Let’s go back to the herd.”

Your Wooloo bleated at you as it followed you back to your farm. Kiawe was only broken out of his stupor once you were a considerable distance away from him. Oh Arceus, what was that? Kiawe inhaled, before letting out a deep groan. You were just so cute? And charming? Kiawe needed to get control of himself.

So, while he waited for you to return, he steeled his mind, reciting battle tactics and dance moves to try and recover. Unfortunately, all his efforts were in vain because as soon as you appeared before him again, his mind blanked out.

“Here!” you offered him a bag with various crops and Wooloo wool. “These are some things native to Galar! I hope you enjoy them.”

Kiawe took the bag from you, gave you a nod, and began to walk away.

“I’ll see you around!” you yelled, making him stop in his tracks.

Kiawe turned around to face you, said, “Sure,” and kept walking away.

Now, about three months later, Kiawe cringes every time he thinks of his interaction with you. He’s been nervous before, but he’s never been as tongue-tied as he has been around you. But that barely excuses how embarrassingly he acted around you. Sometimes, in the middle of battles or dancing, he’ll mess up because he’ll remember how cringey he acted that day. You probably thought he was a weirdo and he can’t do anything about it.

He genuinely doesn’t know how to approach you. Sure, he helps out at his family’s farm sometimes, but he’s usually more focused on dancing and Pokémon battles so he doesn’t have that many chances to interact with you. Besides that, he feels like he’ll totally do something stupid again because you’ll smile at him with the warmth of a thousand Torkoals. 

With a sigh, he continues stacking hay bales for his family’s Milktanks and Tauroses. As Kiawe is about to wrap up his work, he hears a moo in the distance, and then a bleat.

Wait. A bleat?

Kiawe turns around to see one of his Tauros pawing the ground to get ready to charge a group of Wooloo. 

“Milktank!” Kiawe calls, and the smart cow Pokémon knows exactly what to do, rolling into a rollout to smack into Tauros’ side. The bull Pokémon topples over, giving Kiawe enough time to approach the huddled sheep Pokémon. “Hey, it’s okay,” Kiawe soothes the three scared Wooloo, kneeling in front of them and stretching out a hand. “I’ll take you back to your Trainer, okay?”

The Wooloo don’t respond, shivering against each other, until one Wooloo recognizes Kiawe. It approaches Kiawe carefully and sniffs his hand, before nuzzling it.

“There, that’s it,” Kiawe says. The friendliness of their friend helps the other Wooloo calm down slightly, despite being in unfamiliar farmland. “And Tauros, I’m grateful you’re always vigilant about intruders, but you can’t go around charging at every Pokémon you don’t recognize,” Kiawe scolds, standing up to face the Tauros. 

The Tauros, helped up by Miltank, snorts out an apology.

“As long as you understand–”

“Wooloo!”

At your voice, Kiawe basically freezes.

“You’ve had me so scared!” you scold as you approach the fence gating Kiawe’s farm. “How do you keep escaping and winding up in places like this?!”

The Wooloo all bleat apologetically, before moving to huddle behind Kiawe and push him towards you as a shield.

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” you say, and Kiawe does everything in his power to not combust.

“Don’t apologize,” he says simply, keeping his tone has flat as possible. “They almost got attacked by my family’s Tauros, so I should be the one apologizing.”

“No, don’t say that! My Wooloo rolled into your farm, so no wonder Tauros was frightened.” With a sigh, you beckon your Wooloo over with a pecha berry, luring them away with a sweet treat. “C’mon, you rascals. Let’s get you back home.”

Kiawe panics because he hasn’t seen you in months but somehow, you’ve gotten a lot cuter since then. Not to mention that he basically doesn’t get to talk to you, so this is probably his only chance to talk to you again unless your Wooloo decides to cause a ruckus again three months from now. At the thought, Kiawe huffs out a small laugh, making you peer at him curiously. He can feel himself flush in embarrassment at your attention. “Ah, I was just thinking that we always seem to talk because of your Wooloo.”

“That’s true,” you laugh, patting one of your Wooloo on its head. “I have a Yamper to help, but he’s just too spoiled to do any herding, I guess. Maybe if he evolved into a Bolthund, it’d be easier.”

“Well, if you need help, I can help train your Pokémon,” Kiawe offers, his desire to help you outweighing his nervousness. “I’m a trial captain here so I know my way around training.”

“Oh, that’d be lovely, actually!” you beam. “I couldn’t trouble you, though.”

“It’s no trouble,” Kiawe says, earnestly.

“Hm… But I can’t just take from you, really,” you murmur. “Ah, I know! Why don’t I treat you to some curry? It’s a staple in Galar.”

“Oh.” The nerves hit Kiawe at full force, and he can feel his palms get sweaty and his mind swims. He wants to take you up on your offer desperately, but he’s worried that he’ll intrude. Not to mention the fact that he might look like a complete doofus!

“It was just an offer,” you quickly say once you see his wide-eyed look of surprise. “Don’t worry about it, actually.”

“No, I want to!” Kiawe says hastily, a lot louder than he intended. “I just don’t want to intrude.”

“You’re not intruding,” you assert. “I’m offering because I’m very grateful you’re willing to help me train my Yamper.” With a grin, you pull out a notepad and pen from your back pocket and write down your number. “Here, how about you text me? Let’s talk about it over the phone and we can set a proper date. And well, you can always come find me at my farm!”

Kiawe swallows. “Sounds good.”

“Great!” you beam, before turning to your Wooloo. “Now, come on, you little rascals, let’s go home.”

They bleat at you in unison, but don’t put up much of a fight as you herd them away.

“See you!” you exclaim as you walk away.

“Yeah– see you!” Kiawe responds, heart still beating erratically. Wow, well, that went better than expected. From beside him, his Milktank nudges him, giving him a thumbs-up (or at least, as much of a thumbs-up a Pokémon with hooves can give). He inhales deeply, trying to calm himself down, but for the next few hours, all he can do is grin, making his family all shoot him curious glances.

[local-x-reader]

I’m gonna be honest idk if I’ve requested anything recently.. so sorry if I have. If I haven’t..

Glamrock Freddy but he’s a yandere bc of trauma from the Bonnie incident.

….Oh my god

Yandere!Freddy x Reader

He didn’t know what happened, Bonnies gone. It scares him. It scares him so bad, he lost his best friend. He’s gone without a trace and it leaves Freddy so anxious… What happened? Is he hurt? Is he okay? Where is he? Why isn’t he showing up?

Then you come along, you get close to him…and that anxiety is barreling into him. He’s finding himself so scared to lose you too, whether it be without a trace or to someone else. Freddy can’t handle that anxiety, that fear… he wants to make sure your safe from everything that can hurt you.

He’s scared. He can’t lose you too.

You always have to seem a sense of being watched, its hard to place but… it’s there.

He keeps taps on you when he’s busy via the cameras, constantly flicking around to spot you and keep an eye on any threats that might be around, constant and watching, always an eye on you. It causes slight malfunctions in his own functioning and delays in schedules since he can get panicked, unable to find you.

Freddy hates it when you enter an area that has no camera accessibility or when you’re in an area he can’t enter… what if you need his help? What if something happens?! What if you get hurt and he can’t reach you?!? No, it can’t be a repeat of Bonnie, he can’t lose you.

If you try to sneak into a dangerous, he’ll find you and scold you. Telling you about how dangerous it is, how you could get hurt.

To be honest? Freddy would probably love it if you were handcuffed to him, he would always be able to keep you safe! You could never get hurt if he was there! You’d be safe! Nobody could ever harm you, and you wouldn’t disappear like Bonnie!

…Of course… the threat of being harmed by your own clumsiness was one he was wary of… but he didn’t even think about you being harmed by another employee until he spotted you on the cameras, talking to the human daycare attendant, the young man chatting with you outside the daycare while Moon tended to the children…

It was like seeing red. All he could see was the threats. This stranger? What if he broke your heart? What if he took you out of his range and hurt you? What if he stalked you? What if? What if? So much jealousy at the way you giggled around the stranger, so much fear. What if you were taken away from him by that person?!

Freddy couldn’t let that pass. No. Not at all. Not losing anyone again.

╭── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╮

You were chatting with the new employee, talking about what it was like working in the daycare, or more specifically; with Sun. Curiosity getting the better of you as you questioned him, trying to see if he knew anything about the switching mechanics between the two… which he didn’t but it was worth a shot and he gave a few awful jokes to cure your ever so slight disappointment.

Footsteps. They made you both pause since they were very clearly not human; the loud thunks of metal hitting carpet as an animatronic approached… you weren’t aware that someone was due to come down today… and by the look on the other employees, he didn’t either. The two of you watching and spotting the orange and cream blur before he was standing right there.

Freddy. An unnerving feeling seeming to follow him straight to you… why was he here?

“Freddy? What’s up? Is something wrong?” You questioned, tilting your head up to see the large animatronic, looking at him curiously.

“I apologize! I uh…” He looked at a loss for words, a blank look entering his eyes as he watched you, sharp blue eyes meeting yours before glancing away, looking at the ground, “I apologize… I am not sure what got into me! There must be… a bug of some sort…”

Huh. Bizarre. You sighed, a hand lightly reaching out to tap him, signaling for him to follow, “C’mon bud, lets get you checked out.”

And the sound of his footsteps followed a few seconds later, trailing behind you… meanwhile you missed the death glare he had given the poor new employee, a silent promise of bad things following him if he spoke a word. Sheer anger radiating off of him until he turned to gleefully follow you, you could feel his eyes watching you, making you roll your eyes as you walked…

He wasn’t going to let someone take you away like Bonnie had been taken away… you’d never know, he’d make sure you never knew what he did that night… nobody would know. Less of all; you.

╰── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅──╯

[oreoov]

☆ - 𝐗𝐈𝐀𝐎 𝐀𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐂 '𝐒 . .ᐟ

xiao x gn!reader ♡

wc ; 824 / fluff & angst (kazuha ver)

honestly he would be pretty shocked when you confessed to him , i mean you???? love him???

(yes you had to confess first cuz hes too much of a pussy to say it himself)

very shy when you guys started dating , he doesn't know how to act at all !!

i mean how could he not stutter when your pretty self keeps saying he's all cute and dat

hes super thankful if you make him almond tofu , and would probably share some with you ( he would never share with anyone else , only you)

when you're around he always follows you around like a lost puppy !

very jealous :(

when you're around some guy or laughing with him he definitely gets jealous (especially if the dude is rlly tall or something)

its not like you're not allowed to talk with him its just that he gets so insecure and starts doubting his skills as a lover :((((

the way he communicates and makes you laugh so easily just destroyed his self confidence

he literally has a notebook filled with ideas of different topics to talk you with , and he doesn't know what to do when he runs out of ideas lol

and when he gets jealous he probably avoided you , and when you confronted him about it he felt even more guilty cuz u didn't even do anything wrong :(

ofc he trusts you but his insecurities just get the better of him

often thinks that maybe you're just better off with someone else rather than someone like him :/

he often thinks he doesn't deserve you

reassuring him that you only want and love him definitely calms him down , but probably starts doing the same thing again after a while

so make sure you reassure him a lot once in a while !!

he wants to hug you , but hes scared hes gonna make you feel uncomfortable or anything

so when you hug him first he definitely got rlly flustered but now he wants to do it again and again

and when you kissed him for the first time , he literally just stared at you when you pulled away. like what is he supposed to say now ??? all this is just so new to him

but he definitely enjoyed it and wouldn't mind if you did it again hehe

when he feels like you aren't talking to him as much as you usually do , he definitely overthinks about it and thought he did something wrong to upset you :(

after some thinking he finally decided to text you "r u mad at me?" or "did i do something wrong?"

in reality you were just busy and had to explain to him that you're not mad at him and he never did anything wrong

likes to say sorry to you even if he didn't do anything (hes just rlly scared you'll get mad and leave him at one point)

literally stares at you at random times and looks away when you finally look back at him

i feel like he would be that one emo hot nerd (cuz of this fanart) , so he would gladly teach you any subject you're struggling with !!

he finds you so cute when you start whining to him that you understand nothing lol

always so proud of you when you get good grades on your test

he likes to scold you whenever your being so reckless about your health , i mean how could he not?

buys you your favorite snacks whenever hes at the market , he also memorizes your favorite menu whenever he comes to your favorite restaurant

he isn't a great talker , but hes a good listener so he always listens to all your rants and gossips , he loves hearing your voice

has an photo album on his phone specifically for you

always listens to the playlist that you made for him !

likes all your post ; instagram , tiktok , twitter , anywhere rlly

he also keeps all your gifts that you made for him , he mostly displays them on his room cuz they remind him of you

he loves your attention so much but hes too shy to ask for it so you'll have to notice the little hints he gives you

"you're the best so you deserve the best" is what xiao thinks all the timeee

tells you that you can always call him whenever you need him

idk man hes just a simp 4 u and his friends probably tease him about it cuz of how different he acts whenever your around (hes such a tsundere)

would probably beat up someone ass if they ever say something offensive to you , how dare they do such a thing??

he loves you with all his heart , and you're his number one priority !!

[tinytinyblogs]

Minho In Love With You

Love

(n.) Giving the last piece of pizza no matter how much you want it.

Stray kids masterlist here

People might think that Minho and you are the biggest enemies in the world. He's always there to tease you, never letting you breathe freely. He even judges you sometimes. You're not sure what got into you and Minho. He can be a pain sometimes, you'll admit that, but on the other hand, he actually cares.

He always surprises you with his presence when something comes up. He's always there near you, even though he acts like he doesn't care. But you know he's there, and you feel like you're not alone.

Minho is always there for you, even when you're running late. He'll suddenly appear with a bottle of water, or offer to help you with whatever you're struggling with. He might tease you for being weak, but he always means well.

Minho is a confusing person. Sometimes you hate him, but then he's nice to you, and you start to wonder why you feel so conflicted. The truth is, Minho has a huge crush on you, but he's terrible at showing his feelings. He doesn't know how to express himself, so he comes across as mean or even hostile sometimes. But if you look past his tough exterior, you'll see that he's actually a sweet guy who cares about you a lot.

Minho knows you inside and out. He knows that you sometimes skip breakfast or lunch, so he'll randomly drag you to a restaurant or buy you something to eat. He'll walk you home without a word, and he'll even share his umbrella with you when you forget yours in the rain. Minho may act like a jerk sometimes, but he's always there for you when you need him.

Minho is actually just shy around you. He's scared to show you his feelings, and he doesn't know how to act properly. His friends always scold him for being mean to you, he knows he's wrong. He's just afraid of getting hurt, and he doesn't want to risk losing you.

Today was another hard day for you. You felt like everything you did was wrong in front of your boss's eyes. He scolded you and you felt totally humiliated. You walked away from his office, trying your best to hold back your tears. As you were walking down the hall, Minho came up to you and started making fun of you. He said something about how you were a total screw-up and that you should just quit your job. You couldn't hold it in any longer and you started to cry.

You lashed out at him. "Is that funny to you?" you asked. "Is that all you could say to me? If you really hate me that much, just walk away. I don't need any words from you." Minho's eyes widened in surprise. He had never seen you so angry before. To be honest, Minho just wanted to lighten your mood, but he must have been using the wrong way.

And you walked away, leaving him stunned. He watched you go, and he realized that he had never meant to make you upset. Now, he had totally screwed up. Now, he stood there, feeling guilty and ashamed. He knew that he had to apologize to you, but he didn't know how. He didn't want to make things worse. He watched you walk away, and he felt a pang of regret. He knew that he had lost your trust, and he didn't know how to get it back.

You avoided him as much as you could for a whole week. It wasn't that you hated him that much, you just felt totally messed up and didn't feel like you wanted to hear anything that would make you feel worse.

You've been avoiding Minho all week. You've been walking away every time you see him, even if you're in the middle of a conversation. You feel like a total mess, and you don't want him to see you like this. Minho tried his best to get close to you, but you kept walking away. He could only see you from afar, and it was killing him.

The whole week without you near him made him realize even more how much he needed you. He missed you, and he loved you so much. He hated not being able to see your red face when he flirted with you, he hated not being able to hear your voice talking to him, and he missed those beautiful eyes that he loved to stare into.

He couldn't lose you because of his stupid words. He didn't want you to go far away, so he worked up the courage to talk to you. He ran here and there to find you, and he finally saw you sitting at the bus stop.

You were about to stand up and walk away, but he quickly pulled you back. You were both silent for a few minutes, as he thought about what he should say. He held your hand tightly, not wanting to let you go. You waited for him to talk, but he didn't say anything. "Say something," you said. "If you really just want to sit here and say nothing, I'll go." He looked at you, his eyes filled with pain. "I don't want you to go," he said. "I'm so sorry for what I said. I didn't mean it."

You had never seen Minho like this before. He looked so broken, and you didn't know what to say. "I love you," he said. "I just want your attention. But I'm always bad at showing my feelings. That day, I just wanted to make a joke so you could smile, but I'm so stupid." You looked into his eyes, and you could see that he was deeply sorry. You could also see that he meant what he said. You didn't say anything for a moment. You were still hurt by what he had said, but you also knew that he was hurting too.

His hand crept from your wrist to holding your hand, his fingers playing with yours. He was trying to avoid your eyes, but you gently placed your hand on his chin and made him look back at you. "Please don't hate me," he said. "I don't hate you, Minho," you said. "I hate the words you said to me before, but I never said I hate you."

A whole week without him made you really think. You couldn't hate him. You loved the way he was always there for you when you needed someone, and how he could make your heart beat so fast. You started to wonder why your heart was beating so crazy when he was around, and you thought you might be insane. But now, he had made it clear that both of you felt the same way.

You gave Minho that beautiful smile on your face, and Minho loved that smile so much. He was always down to do anything to make you happy, and he would be your knight in shining armor. "Can I get a chance to show you my feelings?" he asked.

You could see his face lighten up, no more sadness. He grinned and said, "If you do something stupid again, I'll kick you away." He pulled you to stand up and walked away together from the bus stop. "No, you'll be stuck with me forever. I know you love me too, no one can resist me." His sudden mood change was really something, but you didn't mind. He was finally smiling, and you liked this side of him so much.

You walked along, hand-in-hand, and you talked and laughed. You were both so happy to be together, and you knew that everything was going to be okay.

[the-hype-on-tv]

The sun was just rising in Metropolis' horizon, the beginning of a new day after a tough night of patrol, but Batman was apprehensive still. It had only been a week since... that happened.

What was wrong with him? How could he betray his best friend like that? He knew that the answer to said questions was simpler than he'd ever admit out loud — or even to himself.

The truth was that Bruce had a certain fondness of Superman. Of course he did, the guy was practically a demigod, but that wasn't all there was to him.

The little tweaks, the smallest details, everything came as an overwhelming wave of respect for the man that he couldn't keep buried no matter how much he tried to.

Much to his demise worked that fact, since he'd rather not go through such an experience again.

A week ago, when they had just finished defeating a team up between Joker and Luthor and dropped both at Arkham, they found themselves at the Batcave, as they'd do after an exhausting fight. To catch up, aid each other, finish mission reports, etc. But this time, Bruce wasn't having it.

Earlier, in the fight, Superman launched himself straight into a kryptonite cannon, almost having it explode in his face. If Batman hadn't rushed him out of the scene in time, the Man of Steel would be long gone. He couldn't bear to even think about such absurdity.

Resting under the yellow sun lamp, he looked pure and innocent, like Clark Kent. But also wise and powerful like Kal-el, Son of Krypton. Bruce loved that about him, how he could conjure up the best of both worlds, become the strong hero Metropolis needed while keeping his true self immaculate by the darkness that came along the life of a vigilante.

Batman, cowl off, marched up to the sapphire eyed man with a clear scowl on his face, already scolding him for going off the plan. That he had been an idiot, prepared to let his life be ended if it meant a greater good. Bruce knew that it didn't make Clark stupid, but he had to let that concern out, even if only as anger.

Why couldn't he understand it, that Bruce simply couldn't lose him? That Clark is way too important to be wasting his life on the field like a pawn on a chess board? That, without him, the world would be lost? His world would be lost. He finished his snarky comments ready to move onto the report, when Clark made a sound.

Oddly enough, there was a mocking scoff coming out of the other's mouth.

"So you're allowed to risk your life everyday, but I can't, just because I have powers?" a smug smile. He knew the man was kidding, but the joke felt somehow offensive to him.

"Yes. I'm more replaceable than you; if I went missing or dead, Dick would wear the cowl and keep--"

"But he wouldn't be you." His tone shifted, still soft, but to a seriousness. It was like patting thick wool: solid yet comforting. Eyes glistening with the yellow light; cuts and bruises on his skin fading away like clouds in the wind. "And I wouldn't be me.

A Superman without a Batman just isn't the same, B. I'd probably lose my mind if it weren't for you holding my head in place. Sometimes I get scared thinking of it but... I just wanna spend, all the time that I can making sure that I'll be there when you need me..."

And he could tell, Bruce could tell Clark wasn't sure what that meant himself. If these feelings ran any deeper than their friendship, or made it stronger, or somehow both. He knew the younger man was still speaking, but he crouched and let himself come closer as words flew in and out of his ears. Soon Clark was quiet, staring at the icy ebony eyes that pierced through his own with furrowed brows, but a warm smile, revealing his internal conflict.

The older hero took it as a sign and went in. That was the worst mistake of his life.

Clark stood completely still their lips touched, tensed up at the shoulders, the stubble from Bruce's face rubbed his chin once, then twice, then gave up as the Knight retreated slowly. Then abruptly turned his back on the other, counting his heartbeat down; cape swirling like the wish he had to hide from under that sweet glare.

"Bruce, I..."

"Forget this ever happened. It was just a... moment of weakness. I'll finish the report later."

He didn't look back as he climbed up the stairs up to the Manor; he had a feeling that Clark knew he expected the Cave to be empty when he returned.

As he watches the rays kiss the golden buildings, a blue streak comes alongside a gentle breeze. Clark has been trying to talk about that day ever since — probably to let his friend down slowly, Bruce thinks to himself with pain in his chest — however it wasn't easy to get the Dark Knight to openly discuss his feelings.

This time, he had nowhere to run. No excuse. He wasn't in his city now; he couldn't run to the gargoyle's shadows and disappear. Bruce just couldn't bear to feel this pain any longer, it messed with his brain, it became an obstacle that had to be overcome. He couldn't stand in Superman's way any longer.

As the floating figure made his way closer, slowly, both tried to look confident. It's a force of habit, of course, until Clark broke it by pulling his lips in a brief loop sided smile, greeting his companion. It was ridiculous how Bruce had always wanted to kiss it and, when he did, it was the end of their friendship as he knew.

He sighed internally and braced himself against inevitable rejection.

But it never came.

"Do you regret it?"

"What?" he tilted his head upwards.

"Do you regret it." Clark repeated in another mumble, although he knew the Bat had heard it perfectly.

"No." Bruce let his chin fall again to his chest, gaulets holding onto each knee. Clark sighed.

"I wasn't exactly raised somewhere where people knew what sexualities were, B." he whispered, insecurity all over his usual bright voice.

"I've met your parents. They seem very accepting, in every way." that was their way of saying they adopted an alien they found in their yard, why would they mind if he liked to kiss men or women?

"And they are. That doesn't mean they knew it even existed." a small humoured smile faded in and out. "Folks at school were not that kind. They would bully and make fun of anyone slightly different, even if they had no idea what it meant. I only understood more about it when I was already old enough to drink."

Bruce frowned at the comparison, but kept on listening. The red boots touched the building he was perched on.

"Of course I'll treat anyone who feels that way with the same respect, I'm not a jerk. When it comes to me, though... I still don't know where I'm at in all that stuff."

"I see." Bruce stood up after a silent moment, white lenses showing no emotion. He willed his heartbeat down several times, but it was getting out of hand once again.

"I've been with guys before, I'm sure you've heard."

"Not from trustworthy sources." the disguised reporter grinned with an arched eyebrow. Bruce allowed a single giggle, which sounded more like a scoff to his own ears.

"I've slept with them, yeah." he sucked a breath through his teeth, then pursed his lips. "But I've never really dated any of them."

His heartbeat was out of control now and Clark could hear it, for sure. The way the shining eyes of his best friend reflect the light was breathtaking.

His whole figure was. Being bathed by the earliest sun rays, a golden statue of a god stood before him. The humblest god, he thinks to himself, and somehow said god had chosen to get with him out of anyone else.

"I don't deserve you." He whispers with furrowed eyebrows. He wasn't sure if Clark could see them, but he didn't have to. They can understand each other simply by their tone of voice, another thing he loved about their friendship.

"What? Don't say th--"

"It's true and you know it, Kal. It doesn't matter how much I want to pretend you're just the sweet guy I know, you're also Superman and you have a duty as such. I cannot stand in the way." the Knight's voice was steady and low, but pained. Why couldn't he be selfish for once?

Clark looked hurt, confused overall. Bruce's mumbling was back.

"You're just... Great. To me. And I'm not sure if I can also be great to you. I am... Scared."

His hands are then held by stronger ones. Even through the heavy leather gloves, he could feel the warmth of the whole Sun that is his Clark.

"B, look at me."

He does, and is not surprised to be met with the most compassionate look he knows. It was strong enough to move mountains and destroy planets, but it chose to aid weak souls and lift broken spirits.

Bruce held back an empty smile as Clark blinked, processing thoughts and words in only a way he could do.

That was why he loved the man. He'd been afraid to admit, but Clark was like a beacon of hope to him more than the actual symbol of Superman.

The way his eyelashes flutter when he's nervous, how considerate he is over anyone, how he gazes at the sky when he feels thoughtful or conflicted, as though he was searching for guidance among the stars.

Bruce had once been afraid he'd ever choose to leave Earth, but was glad that he had made it his home. A bit of a selfish desire, he was aware, but he was also aware that he was — unlike his beloved — only human. It is human to wish to be the only one who gets to see Clark's real smile, as he wakes up, before he drifts into a slumber, when he takes a bite of food that he enjoys.

"You think I'm so strong, but you can't see yourself." the voice was now low, chewing on his lower lip as Clark conjured up his next words. "You're amazing, Bruce. I respect you above everything and there's no way I wouldn't want to be with you."

The Dark Knight dared to approach, but held his face inches apart, hesitant. Then, it was Clark who moved forward.

Just as his lips were about to be sealed, the younger man tilted his head and frowned, his eyes focused somewhere else. Bruce was already beginning to think he'd messed up somehow, until his comm also started beeping, prompting him backwards, away from the smooth hands and into his ear.

A quick nod from both sides, and they dissolved; into a dark shadow between romanic buildings, and a confident figure amongst the clouds.

He felt butterflies in his stomach from watching such a noble man, the man he was madly in love with.

[nabaath-areng]

I don't know how to handle breaking down like this, I was free for a while from the bouts of complete and utter inability to move and react to my environment for between an hour to several hours at a time while my heart and pulse go absolutely haywire, I have barely any energy to keep up a conversation without feeling like I have to disconnect from my body entirely, I feel like all I do these days is despairing over the fact that I don't know what's wrong, that I'm not strong enough to fight for any sort of help and worrying that by the time someone cares enough to look it will be too late for me.

I know full well that I've had the means to recognize when something's wrong completely beaten out of me and it terrifies me to think that I won't be able to distinguish between daily shit vs actual danger. I don't recognize myself, I don't know how to feel normal, my physical breakdown is stealing everything I love from me and I'm starting to lose hope.

My throat hurts so fucking bad because the tears want to explode but they can't cause I've lost almost all ability to show both pain and negative emotion like crying. I'm trying to stay normal, to force myself to do the things I love, but I get so exhausted and I feel like a burden on everyone I know for being a mere shell of my former self. Even when I was broken down from psychosis people told me that I made them laugh. I used to be on the phone with my mom for up to 3 hours every time. Now I can't even read her messages without feeling horrible dread about being unable to mentally conjure up a response.

I'm starting to resent my home even though I love it because it's starting to turn into my prison. At least before I could leave the house and go out. Now I have to debate whether or not it's safe for me to shower half of the time. I fall from the stars more and more often nowadays. I keep passing out and injuring myself, both small dips and full out collapses. My hearing and vision both black out more often than before. My foot is deforming itself, and so is my knee it seems. My thumbs are broken beyond repair. Brain gets so foggy I can't do anything but stare into nothing.

I struggle with speech more and more, language is getting harder, and I struggle more and more in games including FFXIV because I lose all ability to move my hands and grasp what they should do or where they should be or move. I am struggling to keep my composure when upset more than usual or I get so apathetic that the thoughts I get scare me with how uncharacteristically negative they are. One day activity requires several days to recover from.

I keep trying to not talk about it cause I don't wanna burden anyone or make everything about myself to be this, but god it's turning out that way anyway and it's not like I'm even good at pretending that this isn't killing me on a fundamentally soul deep level.

I want to be okay so fucking bad and I want to be happy and I wanna draw and write and play games and talk to and hang out with friends and loved ones and take walks and grocery shop and cook and bake and so much more. I don't know how to not feel useless now that I'm losing the extremely few things I actually had potential with.

Maybe my worth as a person does not lie in my productivity but I guess I'm a bad disabled person then for finding it hard to be happy about losing everything I fought to stay alive for. I don't even know what I'm saying at this point I'm so tired and sad and

I don't know what to do about it and I don't know how to make things better even though I'm desperate to figure something out that doesn't require me to humiliate myself before healthcare providers that scold and berate me for being a stupid autistic hypochondriac tranny addicted to google and benefits. More and more it seems like the most likely outcome is a downwards spiral of this until there's nothing left and every part of me is beyond repair and salvation. A slow and painful demise outside my control. I don't know how to process the possibility that I might not get to live as long as I maybe should.

[vinvantae]

Hi there lovey! Could I request for a fic based on the song “You don’t go to parties anymore” by 5SOS? (driver!reader x daniel ricciardo) Would love to see how that turns out!

Thank you :)

I love your writing btw!! <33

Hi lovely, thank you so much ❤️

I’m not a 5SOS girly so I tried my best, hope you enjoy it regardless! Just a lil one this time x

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And now it's 5:00 a.m. clinging to my couch

And everyone I ever knew is standing in my house

Oh, I wonder who I'm looking for

'Cause you don't go to parties anymore

Daniel made his usual rounds of the house, making sure everyone had a drink in hand - a smile on his face that didn’t quite reach his eyes but no one seemed to notice with alcohol coursing through their veins. Sharing laughs and stories of the weekend passed.

The bass thumped under his feet as he let his gaze flicker around the room, hoping his eyes would fall on the one person who he wanted here more than anyone. But as Max clapped him on the shoulder, thanking him for the party, the fake smile returned - Daniel clinked his beer against the young Dutchman. This party wasn’t just for Max, he wasn’t the only one on the podium, he hadn’t even won. You had.

As 3rd driver, the Australian had added throwing the best parties to his duties - and he kept that promise. Any time either driver landed on the podium he was the perfect host, but as the season went on you slowly stayed for shorter and shorter times until you stopped coming all together. During his days at McLaren and Renault, the two of you would get stupid drunk every race weekend but it just wasn’t the same.

Lost my limit 'cause I'm dumb and I'm passionate

Took my foot off of the break, it's not an accident

Things had all changed a couple of races into the 2023 season, you were more focused on your race performance than ever - scared that one foot wrong and Daniel would get your seat without a moment of hesitation, especially after yours and Max’s issues the year before. But the Australian in question had convinced you to come to an after-party, one too many drinks in his system, his mind cloudy and he ruined it all.

When recounting it to Max, you would call it dumb. Daniel would call it passionate. The two of you never agreeing on the true story of that night, but one thing was for certain - Daniel had gone too far. He’d seen you talking to the driver you’d had feelings for as long as Daniel could remember and you looked so pretty. Your eyes sparkling under the low lights, the sweetest smile on your face as you listened intently to the ramblings of your fellow driver.

But after throwing back a round of shots with the pit crew, he let his eyes return back to you. And the sight made his blood boil. To Daniel’s drunken brain, all he saw was an unwanted touch to your cheek and the driver leaning in to kiss you so, he saved you. Or so he thought.

I got the last five years running out my mouth

Always stay too late, I should kick me out

When you had chastised him, scolding him for trying to be your knight in shining armour, he had let everything come out. The past half-decade of feelings and heartache he felt every time he saw you. Everyone had fallen quiet, invested in the little show Daniel seemed to be putting on for you, convinced that everyone needed to come down to earth and see exactly what he had. But he was the one on Mars.

You’d left with the driver that night, without speaking another word to Daniel. And neither of you came to the Redbull after parties after that, unless forced. But Daniel would continue to throw them, just hoping that one day you would walk through the door.

You make me a heartless monster

I'm caught up in distractions

Fatal attractions

But, as the clock rolled around to the early hours of the morning, Daniel would find himself sat on the couch - listening to some girl, a distraction, try to flirt with him. But he was a million miles away, not even lifting his gaze from the front door as she would call him selfish, rude, before walking away. Just wanting, waiting for it to open.

Oh, I wonder who I'm looking for

'Cause you don't go to parties anymore

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Hope you enjoyed and I did the song justice ❤️

Thank you again for the request 🥰 decided to leave the other driver unnamed so you can picture whoever you like

[asordinaryppl]

A3! Seasonal Event - The GRIM REAPER CIRCUS: Epilogue - An Incomprehensible Existence

Citron: What a wonderful event this was~! The balloon release in the finale was a great success, too!

Muku: All those colorful balloons taking to the sky… It was really romantic and beautiful!

Izumi: It seems the visitors enjoyed everything thoroughly, from the stage and the performances, to the puzzles. Everything was very well received!

Omi: Leading the visitors around while giving them hints was pretty fun.

Chikage: And I’m glad it seemed they enjoyed solving the puzzles.

Director: Thank you so much, everyone! It was one of the best, most exciting events ever!

Director: Even I couldn’t take my eyes off your characters. Your performances were amazing!

Tsumugi: Thank you very much.

Director: I’d like to thank you as well, so how would you like a stroll around the amusement park?

Muku: Is that alright?

Director: Of course it’s alright. Obviously, considering the overall state of the park, the Ferris Wheel and the merry-go-round are inoperable, but you’re welcome to take photos!

Citron: How nice! Omi, do you have your camera?

Omi: Of course I do. I’ll make sure to take some great pictures.

Tasuku: Let’s accept the Director’s offer, then.

Izumi: Let’s do that. Get changed, and then we’ll all go exploring!

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Chikage: Even when you’re just walking around, the atmosphere doesn’t change. No wonder it’s so popular.

Muku: Right…! I hope this place becomes more popular through the tour and this event, and more people visit it.

Citron: I can see the merry-go-round! Let’s take a picture over there, everyone.

Omi: Sounds good. Then, gather over there. And~ Say cheese!

[click]

Izumi: I’ll take the next picture. Omi-kun, get in there!

Omi: Is that alright? Thanks.

[click]

Citron: Muku, let’s pose together near the Ferris Wheel!

Muku: Okay!

[click]

Chikage: Those are some nice smiles.

Omi: Alright, that was the best shot.

Citron: As expected of Omi! I’ll post this on Inste!

Tsumugi: Ahaha, everyone’s so excited.

Tasuku: …

Tsumugi: Tasuku? What’s wrong?

Tasuku: … What was the clown you were talking about back then?

Tsumugi: Eh… You’re still thinking about that?

Tasuku: Of course I am. You were alone in that forest…

Tsumugi: It was the clown I played with when I got lost back then.

Tsumugi: I just remembered that too… Back then, when I got lost, it was you who found me.

Tsumugi: If I’m not wrong, you also got scolded by the teacher along with me… I felt so bad.

Tasuku: So that’s what happened… And that’s what you were talking about before?

Tasuku: I get the situation, but what was that person up to? Maybe they were trying to take you away somewhere.

Tsumugi: It didn’t seem that way to me. He said he just wanted to scare me a little.

Tsumugi: So, he was probably not a Shinigami. Maybe some ghost, or a phantom…

Tsumugi: In any case, I think it’s best we leave the clown’s identity a mystery.

Tsumugi: Maybe it’s a good thing you didn’t encounter him. You’re scared of clowns, right?

Tasuku: Don’t mix the past and the present.

Tasuku: Good grief… How do you always get yourself into such surreal situations?

Tsumugi: You’re one to talk.

Chikage: I see… So that’s what happened.

Tsumugi: Chikage-san?

Tasuku: Utsuki?

Chikage: I felt some unpleasant presence surrounding me today, and I was sort of uncomfortable… But it seems the mystery’s been solved.

Tasuku: You heard what we were talking about… didn’t you.

Chikage: Only bits and pieces.

Tsumugi: You can feel these kinds of presences, Chikage-san?

Chikage: I wonder.

Tasuku: As usual, I can’t tell whether you’re lying or saying the truth…

Tsumugi: Hehe, neither can I.

Citron: What are you three doing? Hurry up and get over here!

Tsumugi: Ah, okay!

Chikage: Yes, yes.

Tasuku: Yeah, we’re coming.

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NOTES:

(1) a shinigami is a god of death, pretty much close to the western grim reaper (wikipedia)

[plushie-lovey]

I don't know if this happens to you too. I lived with my mom and she didn't like me having toys/plushes. Said I was too old. My fave blue rabbit and furby went missing one time. I thought she chucked them out but she said no, nothing to do with her. She died later and I live here on my own. Today I was going out and someone had left toys in dumpster bit. Other people had gone through it but I snagged a Barbie. But weird thing is I also found the rabbit and furby but they're not good condition. I know it's them cos of an old name written on bunny's label in pen. (Bunny was originally thrifted.) So I think my mom gave them away that time

Theyve been badly treated though and I'm gonna try and clean them up. I used to cry thinking they were thrown away and now scared they feel. I told my brother and he told me to fling them out 😔 he says they're not alive and I need to stop 'hoarding'. It's not about that it's about how they went missing and taken away without my consent and now I got them back through chance. Anyways sorry for ranting

That's awful what your mother did. She had no right to give your friends away. Thankfully she didn't throw them out it seems, but what she did do wasn't any less mean. You deserved better, nonny. I hope things will be better for you now

As for your furby and bunny, it seems fate was on your side! They've come back to you at last, what an amazing thing!! Maybe they needed to help out another person for a while before coming back when you'd need them again the most. Don't listen to your brother, ok? These little fuzzy things make you happy, and nobody has a right to tell you what you can and can't do with what brings you joy.

Also, it isn't hoarding if you just have the two little guys. Even if you have more toys and plushies along with them, who really cares? A lot of people have collections of things! You wouldn't scold a sports fan for having lots of memorabilia of their favorite team, or a comic fan for having a huge stack of magazines. If having these things doesn't cause harm to you or anyone else then there's nothing wrong with having them.

I hope the restoration of your friends goes well. I'm so glad you were reunited. If you need any resources on how to clean them up let me know and I'll get you some links. There's also toy doctors out there you could contact to help get your lost buddies back to feeling like they used to.

[yakool-foolio]

I know you’ve done the outline for how the Homunculus secret is revealed, but what about Makoto being Yuma’s Homunculus, and to an extension, his memory gap?

I can just imagine as they read the notes by the corpses, there would be mention of the UG having acquired the DNA of someone who had a powerful supernatural presence two-three years ago (I don’t know the specific timeline in your AU if it’s the same as in-game or different), and testing on them before acquiring the perfect Homunculus and erasing the original’s memories. The amount of years lining up to Yuma’s missing memory gap. It would not be painting a pretty picture for both Yakou and Yuma.

Also, side note question relating to the topic, even though Yuma has lost his memories, does he still have unconscious triggers from those times? Like when he enters Amaterasu’s Labs, he starts to get antsy even though he doesn’t exactly know why (though he would probably chalk it up to being on high alert in being in the heart of the enemy’s base)? I could be wrong though, sometimes amnesiacs have different reactions or something in various medias and depending on how they lost their memories.

From what Yuma has told Yakou about his strange gap in memory, it doesn't make things any easier to settle in the chief's mind. Fubuki's note details of a successful capture and experimentation on a human with untrained supernatural powers three and a half years ago, who became the exact candidate the UG needed for the homunculus project. After about half a year's worth of testing, the perfect homunculus was created. However, perfection comes with awareness of the self. The UG's victory proved to be short-lived when the immortal monster escaped the laboratory. Using another six months, they kept the original in captivity to be continuously tested on in hopes of recreating what they lost. In the end, they never succeeded, so they tampered with the person's memories and sent them to the WDO, letting them deal with the poor runt.

After Yakou reads the note and Yuma questions what he read, the chief decides to protect Yuma from the horrid realization and lie about the contents. Shinigami scolds him for hiding the truth, but he remains stubborn. He doesn't want to risk Yuma suffering from the revelation when they need to investigate and put a stop to Makoto's schemes. Unfortunately, he wouldn't be able to tell Yuma himself, as Makoto beats him to it in the mystery labyrinth. Yuma's trust falters as he questions why Yakou didn't tell him, but Yakou is too distraught to explain why as he reels over his own awful epiphany of being an immortal, cannibalistic monster. He's scared of hurting Yuma in more ways than one, terrified he'll become the monster he's been told he is. Makoto uses Yakou's stunted emotions to his advantage, cornering Yuma as he taunts his original and readies to eliminate him. With no one else to turn to, harkening back to chapter 0, he calls out to Yakou for assistance to save him. The chief is pulled out of his stupor, determined to keep Yuma safe from the threat much bigger than him in this labyrinth.

As for how Yuma lived with his year-long memory gap, he could hardly tell he missed a whole year of his life. All he remembered was being kidnapped by scouts and then reawakening right outside the WDO's headquarters. The only way he was able to tell a year passed was a quick look at a calendar. It seemed impossible, but he couldn't deny that he missed something important in that year. He just didn't know what. While a memory wipe from Shinigami completely erases any specific recollection without flaw due to magic, the UG could only rewire the brain, so while it was highly effective, some subtilties may slip through the slim cracks. Yuma gets faint sensations of deja vu and uneasy premonitions when entering Amaterasu's secret lab, but he chalked it up to the already intense situation. Turns out that having a bad feeling about this would be proven right as Yomi enters the scene and spreads chaos across the lab.

[fleet-admiral-hiba]

Andd I got another one,

Alrighty so I’m just gonna get straight to the point.

The reader goes out to mondstadt with one of the higher up (ish) harbingers because one, the harbinger had some business to attend to and two, the reader just wanted to tag along as they don’t really leave the palace often.

They wander off for a minute and bump into, one of the knights of favonious? The knight is confused and asks us where our parents are, we glance around now realizing the harbinger isn’t in our sight.

The knight is trying to calm us down n stuff until said harbinger finds us and tells the knight they are our legal guardian,

The knight doesn’t believe them because yk, the fatui.

Though the knight is proven wrong when we go up and hide into the coat of the harbinger, as we are more at ease now.

wow that was a long one, have fun with this.

-Simon

Dude I swear,every time I see you in my askbox my heart does a funny thing. Your request are gold✨

DON'T JUDGE A BOOK BY ITS COVER

The Harbingers were having a meeting, and this time, given that Pierro was going to Mondstadt for diplomatic reasons, they petitioned to have you go with him.

True, last time you tried to do that they grounded you for a month, and they felt incredibly guilty. You usually never left the premise of the Cathedral, and although you tried not to, they could see how sad you were.

Also, after the scolding they gave you, their heart broke when they saw what that had done to you. You took that too seriously, and they couldn't imagine to see their little ball of sunshine so beaten down.

He mused about the request: he wasn't going to do anything dangerous, and it would cheer you up to visit another land.

He agreed, and he personally made his way to your room to tell you. He found you looking out of the window, admiring the snow gently floating down.

Kneeling down in front of you, he took a moment to admire you, their beautiful and bright little fox.

"Dearheart, I know we've been harsh with your punishment and that you've been feeling under the weather for the past few months. I'm going to Mondstadt soon, and I was wondering if you would like to come with me?" he hoped you would forgive them for their error, but in the meantime the crushing hugs he received was enough confirmation.

" Alright then, pack your bags. We leave tomorrow morning" and with a forehead kiss he left.

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Mondstadt was vibrant with its colours, the people were friendly and everything was wonderful.

For the first time ever you saw your uncle without a heavy winter coat and it made for a dashing sight. Of course you took a picture.

And it was while taking pictures that you lost sight again of him.

Looking around, you started to look around, scared. It happened once and it wasn't going to happen again.

Even though you were scared you made your way to that tall building you saw: maybe you could find someone to ask about your missing uncle.

Meanwhile, a wandering knight was doing his round around town when he saw you, looking a little lost.

"Need any help?" you nodded, finally an adult who could help you.

You described what your uncle was looking like, and together you made your way through the city. Reaching the hotel, you recognized that white hair. " Uncle P!" you shouted while trying to bolt towards him. He turned around, recognizing your voice.

He was less than pleased to see you being yanked back by the knight. What could have being doing a kid like you with the Fatui?

It took less than a minute for you to pinch a nerve in his hand, and you immediately run to Pierro, hiding in his lighter coat.

The knight was surprised: it couldn't be. " I suggest you stop judging people by what they appear to be. I am but a diplomat here, and my little one is here to keep me company, isn't that right love?" You poked your head out and nodded.

"So if you would excuse us" he said while taking you in his arm and making his way inside the hotel. He was much more reserved than that usually, but he needed to prove his point.

The knight stood there dumbfounded, but left the scene. Later, when he reported it to his superior, he too told him not to mess with the kid.

The Fatui never have forgiven them for disturbing their little angel.

And they were diplomats. Relations were more important than any kind of mission against them.

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The Kraft book Grampa Papanella gave you was coming along nicely, and with the new photos of Pierro inside it was even better.

He was proud of you, and he showed it with his hugs.

His little one, deadly in your cuteness

[whyareyouhere66]

“My body's aching and my time is at hand…

And I won't make it any other way…”

[-James Taylor, “Fire and Rain”, 1970]

Darry was no stranger to loss.

He had lost so much, in his 20 years of life- starting from smaller things and leading right up to the big stuff.

When he was 5, he lost his favorite toy and threw a fit. And then, when he was 19, he lost his parents. 

He’s lost his patience, and he’s lost jobs. He’s lost his temper, and he nearly lost his brother.

And he had come to learn that life moves on - if you don’t move with it, you get left behind. Life doesn’t just pause, he knew that. So he continued on, only mildly aware that the fog clouding the back of his mind was not “tiredness,” but instead the feelings he had shoved down catching up with him.

With nearly every loss since his parents death, he would “suck it up,” unaware that not allowing himself to feel all those things, was just what lead to the deeper pain. He didn’t know that was why he would stay up at night, staring holes into the ceiling as his eyes and head burned with forbidden emotion.

But, time doesn’t pause. It doesn’t slow down. You can’t pause and take a breather- or you’ll slip and end up getting dragged behind.

In Darry’s book, maturity meant many things. Working hard, good thinking, etc. But he seemed to also confuse it with ignoring how things really feel.

Sunlight streamed in through the kitchen windows, and besides the 20 year olds presence- the Curtis house was empty.

Standing in front of the counter, Darry stared at the tables surface, rocking back and forth by the palm of his hands.

He had come into the kitchen 15 minutes ago, with the intent of starting dinner before Ponyboy and Sodapop could get back later that day. But he found himself here, unmoved since entering, rocking back and forth in front of the table, hands pressing further and further into the counter top.

Darry’s chest felt tighter, and every time he tried recounting the steps to begin cooking- his mind would reset, start over again. 

The floor creaked quietly under his feet, and he exhaled loudly. 

“Don’t go getting worked up over some food…” he muttered, and it sounded wrong in his head. He knew the food wasn’t why he felt like this- but he couldn’t name what the true reason was.

His mind overlapped with thoughts, so many weaving around each other that it almost hurt. But at the same time, it felt like a clean slate. Nothing but grey, fogging up his brain like steam staining a mirror. 

In an effort to shape up, snap out of whatever daze he had fallen into, he blew out of his mouth quickly, wiping at his face as he sucked in air through his nose.

“We gotta get going-“ he starts, pep-talking himself into moving. 

Just as his arm was about to reach out for the cabinet, a large ‘slam’ echoed through the house, and a striking crash filtered through the air.

The sudden wood-on-wood thunder startled Darry, the tall man whipping around while his eyes widened. His mouth dropped open, as if a shout was trying to escape him.

But, the familiar thumps of shoes slapping the ground struck him out, bringing him back down to Earth. He groaned, upon realizing there was shattered glass littering the kitchen floor.

“Ponyboy!” He shouts, seeing a glimpse of the brown-blonde hair through the living room.

The teen didn’t answer, continuing to stomp through the house. Darry was panting heavily, a hand pressed to his chest while he scoffs.

“You scared the hell outta me- don’t just go around slamming doors!” He continues to scold his kid brother, leaning against the counter and wiping his cheek with the backside of his hand.

“Leave me alone, Darry!” Ponyboy yelled back, Darry’s fist clenching in response.

Ever since the two had “reconciled” that night at the hospital, the night with Sodapop in the park, there was still some lingering anger. Ponyboy’s teenage angst, mixed in with Darry’s stubbornness was bound to be a recipe for disaster. 

The taller male scoffed once more, a second slam echoing through the house’s wooden walls and ringing in Darry’s ears.

He looked around the kitchen, eyes landing on the scattered pieces of glass that littered the floor. His fists clenched at his sides, eyes trailing the pieces until he found an old picture frame, face up on the floor.

“Damn kid…” Darry mumbled in frustration, pushing off the counter and taking one step closer.

He dropped to his knees, mind going straight to autopilot as he collected bits and shards of glass and placing them into the palm of his hand. 

He scoured the floor, mind still lingering from his daze before- the clouds coming back and floating around the hazy edges of his brain.

Small curses fell from his lips, mumbling to himself quietly as he worked closer and closer to the picture itself.

“-can’t catch a break-…”

Darry paused.

The picture had come to his full attention now, the remaining edges of the frame poking at its paper. The clear glass spiked across the frame, as if pointing to the very center.

It wasn’t too old of a picture. But it was just old enough to have a smiling Dallas, and a timid, smirking Johnny sitting in the center of the paper.

Darry stared at it for a long minute. It felt as if the previous buzz of doing something, the busy work to distract himself, had all been paused- and he now hovered over the wooden frame with tired eyes boring into those of his friends.

.

He shouldn’t be so affected.

It was just a picture, likely a year or two old.

Its edges had folded over, crammed into a frame just a tad too small. Black and white presented the outline of the gang, all 7 of them. 

Darry and Steve were standing up, Steve leaning above Sodapop- who was smooshed into Two-bit’s side. Dallas was in front of Darry, sitting down and smirking into the camera. Ponyboy and Johnny were next to each other, the only ones posing normally as chaos ensued behind them. 

A small smile found its way onto Darry’s face, only for a split second, before it crashed down into a frown. 

They looked so happy.

They looked so ‘there.’

A shaky breath fell from his lips, and his blue eyes squeezed shut.

“I can’t be doing this right now…”

But he never moved. 

His knees grew sore, and he leaned back onto his calves as if defeated. The glass slowly fell from his palm, clattering into a small pile beside his thigh.

The familiar brown eyes of Dallas bore into his own, and Johnny’s pulled at the continuously tightening rope in his chest.

Darry found that he couldn’t speak, his mind had gone blank. He felt dizzy as he stared into the faces of his passed friends, until their features began to morph. 

His eyes were beginning to do tricks, the background of the photo swirling in with the faces of the rest of the gang- but Dallas and Johnny went unaffected.

He hadn’t realized it before, but he began to now.

They were gone.

They weren’t here.

After their deaths, the tragic happenings shoved together in less than 36 hours- Darry never took the time to think about it. His mind instinctively moved straight into day to day life, so fast that it tricked itself into thinking as if Dallas and Johnny were only “gone” optionally.

It wasn’t permanent.

They just weren’t “around” anymore.

It wasn’t until now, as he was staring holes into a broken picture, that he realized they were not here, anymore. This was permanent. They were no longer with him, as they were before- he couldn’t go out to the lot and find Johnny sleeping there the way he once could. He couldn’t walk down to Buck’s and find Dallas wasted, hunched over the bar counter.

He couldn’t do that anymore.

Hell, they weren’t even on the same ground as he was- despite having their bodies buried underground and mixed with the dirt and soil of Tulsa. That wasn’t them, not truly. 

He would never see their face in person anymore.

This picture, tattered and torn on the floor, was his best bet.

He had been in denial.

And now the realization hit him with the force of a rolling boulder.

His eyes began to burn, only now opening his mouth to let a strangled, breathy sigh leave his throat. His body suddenly felt tight, cold yet burning hot at the same time as he became hyper aware of the walls that surrounded him- how they could vanish at any second, yet crush him with their weight at the same time.

It was almost pathetic, him hunched over on the floor mourning the loss of a 17 and 16 year old.

But he was too caught up in this unpleasant feeling that filled him, one he hadn’t felt since that day just over a year ago when his parents had gone too.

“..Darry?”

Ponyboy’s voice startled Darry once more, his head darting up to meet his younger brother. Unlike before- his face was soft, as was his voice. The boy felt cautious- only seeing this sort of emotion from his brother a handful of times.

The sudden embarrassment of being seen in this state moved Darry enough to sit up straighter, and wipe at his glossy eyes.

“Go back to your room, Pony…”

But, the boy refused. He took one careful step closer, and Darry watched from the corner of his eye- but didn’t protest.

Ponyboy found himself hovering over Darry’s hunched figure, where his eyes landed on the broken frame.

“…oh.”

“...yeah.”

They stayed in silence for a moment, Darry trying his best to shove the tears down, to collect himself. But every time he tried, his lip would quiver and he would duck his head down. 

Now that the emotions had spilled, they felt like a flood- rushing out of him after weeks of denial.

“Pony, I-“ he starts, as if trying to prove himself- but there was nothing more to prove. His voice shook and his chest squeezed in on itself.

Ponyboy understood- as soon as he saw the picture. He was surprised, Darry hadn’t shown many signs of even being affected. But as he stood here, standing above his shaking brother, he realized perhaps he simply wasn’t looking.

Kneeling down, he joined Darry on the floor- only just missing the glass shards. 

“I get it.” He says, cutting the man off.

They continued to sit there, both staring ahead at the shattered photo. Slowly, Ponyboy’s hand slid over to rest right next to Darry’s, and a similar, shaky exhale fell from his chest.

“Ain’t nothing to be sorry about, Dar’.”

[find the rest of this series in my master list]