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astroreadsbyelle · 3 years

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“What is it about your person that makes your heart skip a beat and vice versa?”

Hello! It’s been a couple weeks but I’m back with a new PAC! I will be going back to school the day after I post this, but I’ll still try my best to squeeze in time for putting out PACs for everyone here. I feel like it’ll really help me with time management and stability as well, so I really wanted to get this one in before chaos, I mean…… fun….. ensues.

I also just wanted to share that this is my first time getting drained before I could even finish the whole process for a reading. I had to get some rest before I could even get started on the third pile! But I guess that’s a given since this particular reading is a little more complex compared to the last two I put out. Regardless, it was so fun doing this. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy and that your pile resonates with you! Let’s begin.

Decks used:

Star Spinner Tarot by Trungles

Witchlings Oracle Deck by Paulina Cassidy

Love Quotes and Lyrics Deck by Yours Truly (ahehe)

PILE 1: Green Wheat Fields, Auvers, 1890

Cards:

(Them) Queen of Chalices, The Magician, VIII of Coins, Luck, Euphoria

(You) IX of Chalices, II of Wands, Justice, Wellness, Courage

You like that your person is so kind and sweet; they’re fair, nurturing and emotionally available. What a catch! They may also be creative or imaginative. Cancer/Pisces energy. Apart from this, they are also resourceful and they provide for you somehow (if that’s what you like). They seem to be quite invested in you, but they are also invested in their career. Very hardworking! They have an optimistic view on life and they appreciate what they have, so they make sure to take care of them, such as their health… and you hehe. In a way, there seems to be an involvement of luck here? Maybe you find that since you’ve met them, your life seems to have gotten better? You may think of them as your lucky charm, or you may think, “Oh, I’m so lucky to have met this person.” You may also see them in a way that makes you think that they have everything together. I’m looking at their cards and all of the people here are holding something. I feel like they really hold you near to their heart, and they would do anything for you. They put in the work, the time, the effort. Everything… just for you. They’re……. So sweet…… I feel so soft now HAHAHAHA.

We’ve seen that your person has a very soft and encouraging energy. You, on the other hand, seem to be a little more serious when it comes to your affairs? If you want something, you’re prepared to go all in for it. Your perseverance is very attractive to them, you don’t stop until you get what you want! In the face of adversity, you are no different. You dive right in and try to solve or get through them right away. They love your free and brave soul! At the end of the day though, you know that you should take the time to take care of yourself to make sure you’re in perfect condition when you’re out there being so cool. Wow. I feel like you two really balance each other out. You seem tough and you can handle yourself just fine, but the softness your person brings you makes for a lovely dynamic in this relationship. You two are adorable, how cute!

“I’ve never felt more alone.”

“You’re the only friend I need, sharing beds like little kids.” -Ribs, Lorde

(I feel like this was you before meeting them?)

PILE 2: The Olive Orchard, 1889

Cards:

(Them) IV of Coins, The Tower, Justice, Strength, Vitality

(You) The Fool, IX of Wands, VIII of Wands, Motivation, Manifestation

They are fair, strong, resilient and lively, but they make sure to still take care of themselves. However, I’m getting a feeling that they might have felt trapped prior to meeting you? They are driven in order to attain stability and control in their lives, which you love, but they might have this tendency to sacrifice important things just for the sake of living a more comfortable life. Please hug them! I feel like before meeting you, they didn’t give much importance to their happiness because they feel like what makes them happy doesn’t necessarily align with the kind of life they so badly want, but you’ll come in and help them realize that they’re more than capable of pursuing both! And that you’ll be right there beside them through it all!

In case you haven’t realized it yet, they seem to be a little controlled or serious somehow, yes? Capricorn energy seems to be coming through here. As for you, you’re actually just as hardworking as they are when it comes to achieving your goals! Whatever it is that you want in this world, you’ll get it. I feel like that’s the kind of mindset you have, and they love that for you. You also march to the beat of your own drum, and you just do whatever you want, you know? It goes without saying that not everything will be perfect or smooth-sailing when it comes to your endeavors, but that doesn’t stop you at all! You’re resilient, and you probably get even more excited when you’re being challenged. I’m getting Virgo energy from you here. You motivate them to keep working hard and chase their dreams, and they admire that even after all the hardships, you remain a happy-go-lucky person. You’re like the rainbow after their rain, you’re so fun! Both of you don’t hesitate to go after what you want, though they are more on the serious side, while you’re more optimistic! You two seem like partners in crime to me; a match made in heaven.

“My loneliness ain’t killing me no more.” -Stronger, Britney Spears (I feel like this is them after meeting you.)

“I could be your lullaby, be my lover every night.” -Ruthless, The Marias

PILE 3: Roses, 1890

Cards:

(Them) Knight of Swords, The Sun, IX of Wands, Energy, Aura

(You) Page or Swords, The Devil, V of Chalices, Love, Banishment

I feel like when you meet your person, you’ll see or think of them as a breath of fresh air. They’re fiery and bright; a fun, optimistic person. They’re essentially a firecracker in your eyes, and you admire them so much for it! They’re giving me Sagittarius/Jupiter vibes. They seem to be quite opinionated, but you’re evidently going to like this about them. They stick to what they know and they’ll fight for what they believe is right, but they still keep an open mind when it comes to new information or things that they might not be right about. To them, the truth is the most important thing, and you’ll respect them greatly for this.

You seem to be similar to your person when it comes to intellect. I also heard “a walking encyclopedia” so that might apply to you or your person. You are passionate, eager and curious about what the world has to offer you. What is it about this life that you don’t know about yet? You want to know, and your person loves you for this. You seem so starry-eyed! It’s endearing to them. The world is your oyster, so you do what you want and go after whatever you please, but you still know your limits somehow. Hedonistic energy. Unfortunately, there are times when things don’t go your way while you’re in the midst of your pursuits, and it might get to a point where it becomes a little painful or overwhelming for you. Whether you decide to retreat or keep going is up to you. But you know what? I feel like whatever your choice is, your person will help you get through these tough times. When you find yourself getting into trouble, you may have the tendency to become gloomy, and that’s where your little firecracker comes in. They will help you see the light, simply because they love you. Should you happen to feel scared, they will take the pain, darkness and doubt away from you. They love you just that much.

“You know you’re in love when you can’t fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.” -Dr. Seuss

“You’re the only friend I need, sharing beds like little kids.” -Ribs, Lorde

And that concludes my third PAC! Thank you for your kind attention on the first two piles I posted, hopefully you like this one and that it resonates with you as well! Feedback is always very much appreciated. Thank you all so much and stay safe always! Much love. 💕

-Elle

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wonlouvre · 3 years

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more for forever | k. mg.

pairing: editor-in-chief mingyu x female reader genre: fluff, a little bit of angst, cliché (in the sense that mingyu is rich and likes to spoil his girlfriend) warnings: mentions of insecurity, food word count: 2.8k

💌: this is just pure indulgence and i really hope you all like this! please wait for wonwoo because i have something in store for him too ;) again, this is cliché please forgive me. please tell me what you think about it hehe i love reading your comments, feedbacks and tags! also a big thank you to @minkwans for sharing their ideas and giving this oneshot life! <3

The name Kim Mingyu didn’t ring a bell before. Not until his executive assistant reached out to you because apparently, the photographer slash writer read one of your blog posts and wanted you to take part for their sixth year anniversary issue. You know the famous magazine and publishing company, which is why you thought it was a scam or a ploy to steal your money. It’s a stupid assumption but you can’t blame your mind imagining the worse because you are not a fashion blogger at all. Why would a fashion magazine want you to write an article for them?

Sure, you regularly write and post blog entries on your website. But you write about your dog, your recently bought tea coaster and sometimes your skincare routine. Okay, maybe your occasional outfit of the day as well but nothing in detail. Again, why do they want you to write for them?

Kim Mingyu answered your questions and uncertainties when he personally emailed his contact details to you. You didn’t have to bite, but it didn’t hurt to confirm at the same time. You dialed the number and he indeed proved you wrong. He invited you for a meeting at his office and you accepted.

Your visits to high-rise buildings, much more to the luxurious office of an executive, is rare to never. You were jaw slacked when your eyes took in the crisp architecture. The design, the furniture, the color, the everything was beyond what you could have imagined a publishing company’s headquarters could be.

The meeting was nothing but short of an interview. He asked about your blog (which does not even have its own domain by the way), he asked what else you write about, he asked about your desk job (which doesn’t pay much but enough for you to get by), he asked if you have any background about fashion and one last question about your dog, Max, before talking about his proposal.

To be honest, Mingyu’s offer was tempting. For one article, the commission would be enough for you to move out of your current apartment and move to a brand new and fully-furnished one. But you remained true to yourself and without thinking twice, you declined.

You can tell that the editor-in-chief and his assistant, who stood beside him all throughout, was surprised by the looks on their faces. But Mingyu respected your decision and didn’t pursue any further. You took your stand from the chair and sincerely thanked him for the time and opportunity. You thought that would be it but when he followed suit with your actions and reached his hand out, it was your turn to be surprised.

You didn’t hesitate to mirror him and shake his hand, firmly. After that, you’d figure that it’s the end and that you’ll probably get to see a glimpse of him only through your television or phone. But Mingyu proved you wrong once again when he sent an unexpected email three days later asking why.

What might be the reason why you didn’t accept his offer?

You believed he deserved an explanation of your personal reasons so you disclosed them. And just like that the conversation on that email thread naturally progressed and eventually deepened. The professional emails became casual text messages, the text messages became phone calls, and the phone calls became actual face to face dates at late hours of the evening because he usually clocks out at 9 o’clock.

The rest, as they say, was in the hands of history.

Your first date with Mingyu was particularly odd. It was at a traditional Korean restaurant owned by one of his friends who introduced himself as Angel even though his real name is Jeonghan. You didn’t question him or anyone else why because that’s none of your business. But back to the date. It was odd because you have never been to a restaurant that’s completely empty and dead silent before (aside of course, from the typical music played in the background). You asked Mingyu if such an occurrence is normal and he just plainly answered that he rented the whole place all to yourselves. You have always known he’s rich. However, you didn’t believe that booking the whole restaurant was necessary.

Nonetheless, that first date, in some way, was special for you because there were no distractions. You enjoyed his company and you can tell he enjoyed yours too because he’s quick to mention a second date and it didn’t take a heartbeat for you to say yes.

But, by far, Mingyu inviting you to the behind the scenes of the making of the sixth anniversary issue that you turned down writing for is one of the most memorable dates the two of you had. It was out of the blue and you two were having difficulty in syncing your schedules. He was beginning to get busier and busier as the anniversary neared and the only way he could think of still making time for you is inviting you to his office. He called you and asked if you’re free to have lunch together. And you, being attracted to the handsome and tall man, didn’t hesitate to say yes.

He was in the middle of ending his morning meeting when you arrived and you were almost caught off-guard when all eyes were suddenly on you, making you feel small. But Mingyu didn't care as his smile beamed, immediately standing up from his chair to walk towards you. The rest of his staff were still in the midst of walking out of his office when he grasped your hand to pull you inside and you have never felt so shy your whole life.

Since then, he made you tag along to the creative process and you witnessed how hands on he was with every article, every photo, every brand, every trend and every detail that goes to the magazine that he has built and loved with his blood, sweat and tears. He’s beyond dedicated in finding and doing what’s best for the magazine and most importantly, its loyal readers.

You can tell that he really is deserving of everything that he has and is still receiving.

Mingyu being perfect also applies to your relationship. He’s always present despite being booked with fittings, meetings, photoshoots and business travels twenty-nine days of the month. He never fails to call, never fails to answer your calls. He never fails to offer the warmest hugs and the softest kisses. Well, he fails to be on time during your dates sometimes but he never once stood you up and his cuddles when he sleeps over are enough to apologize for the lost time.

The only flaw he has is that he doesn’t know how to take no for an answer. Most especially at times where he wants to shower his love in ways that cost more than your paycheck in a year.

Here are some examples:

You know that Mingyu pays attention to every word you say. Even if you just mentioned a passing topic, he will do his best to keep those in mind. With that being said, you mentioned once that you want to renovate the extra bedroom of your apartment and turn it into a study where you could work someday. Your boyfriend, being the rich man he is, offered to hire and pay a team that could help you bring the design you envisioned into life.

That was during the first few months of your relationship and you were flabbergasted by how easy it was for him to do or much less say. Needless to say, you immediately turned him down and he respected that (but of course, he pouted about it like a child all throughout the day).

But wait, there’s more.

Do you remember how you mentioned that Mingyu travels frequently? Yes? Well, Mingyu always books an extra ticket for you just in case you want to join him. Sometimes it’s not even about the flight ticket anymore. It’s about him stopping by your apartment to pick you up unexpectedly as if France is only a drive away.

It’s unbelievable, really. That’s why you always close the door on his face. But of course, you don’t forget to give him a long kiss and “stay safe” or “I’ll miss you” farewell. Mingyu, ever the good boy he is, lets you win and just return your kisses a little longer for the days he won’t be able to do so.

Mingyu’s intentions are pure and you’re well aware that the man that you love is only doing this because it’s simple, he loves you. He wants what’s best for you, he wants to give you what you deserve. You can never blame him for being out of touch from reality at times, but you can learn and grow with him. Although of course, he still needs a scolding and a wake up call every now and then.

Anything else? Yes.

You didn’t take into consideration that he’d remember, but one night while the two of you were about to fall asleep, you sleepily mumbled about your dreams of attending graduate school. It was a mere whisper in the late night against his chest and you even thought that he wouldn’t hear you at all because his eyes were already closed. You honestly didn’t expect that he’d send you brochures of different universities who offer various programs the following day. You had to calm him down as he excitedly talked you through it. You even had to shut him up with your lips and explain that you don’t have the time to study at the moment with your current job. He tried to encourage you with praises and admiration of your dedication, skills and knowledge. But no, you didn’t buy it and that’s the end of discussion.

The gifts, however, are something that Mingyu is not giving up on. The first few instances he gave you gifts whether it be a high-end handbag, shoes, clothing, and even jewelry, you allowed him. Because there were only a few. But along the way, the gifts got bigger and more frequent. You had to sit him down to set limitations. It was a long conversation of him trying to get the upper hand. But you didn’t let him outsmart you with his hugs and kisses. It was either he was going to tone it down with the gifts or no gifts at all.

Sometimes, as much as you hate to admit it to yourself, you can’t avoid getting insecure and afraid that the euphoric time you share with Mingyu is not meant to last. At some point, the fact that he's one of the youngest successful editor-in-chiefs of a multi-million earning magazine got overwhelming. You can’t help but feel that you’re no match for him. And again, you hate that your mind gets clouded with ideas that you’re just a charity case he enjoys spending his money on. Of course, you believe that he doesn’t look at you in that way.

It’s you who thinks so.

“Hey.”

You release the bite on your bottom lip at the sound of your boyfriend’s voice. Your lost eyes shoot to the stove where he’s cooking and you notice that he’s about done so you should set the table.

You didn’t even answer Mingyu’s call which concerns him. He wipes the sauce off his hands on the apron he’s wearing and holds your waist before you could even round the corner to the cabinets.

His warmth snaps you out of your thoughts. Your eyes blink up to him and he just raises his eyebrows at you.

“Is there something wrong?” He asks and lowers the heat of the conduction.

“Nothing, nothing,” you lie, shaking your head, “Let me get the plates. I’m quite hungry.”

You try escaping his strong arms and gaze, but he doesn’t let you go. Instead, he wraps his arms around your waist tighter. Your palms automatically land on his chest and the lean muscles make you gulp.

“I’m going to ask again and this time, I want you to tell me the truth,” he says in a serious yet gentle tone. “What’s wrong?”

You sigh and lean your forehead against his chest. Mingyu also sighs and kisses the top of your head. It’s better to tell him now because you’re not going to get anywhere if you’re just going to keep it to yourself. It will be unfair for him too and that’s not what you want.

“I just don’t feel so good about myself over the past few days,” you finally voice out. You sound weak, but Mingyu can hear you loud and clear. “I feel like I don’t deserve you.”

Mingyu had to pull away and hold your shoulders to search your eyes, his frown showing disbelief and sadness both at the same time. “Did I do or say something to make you feel this way?”

“No, no,” you quickly say and hold his cheeks. “You did absolutely nothing. It’s just all in my head.”

Mingyu becomes silent and you wish you could just drop it because the regret and embarrassment is slowly dawning upon you. You wish you didn’t bring it up anymore because why would you burden him with your problems?

But Mingyu proves you wrong once again by holding your hand and carefully tugging you to sit on the dining table, saying softly, “Come on. Let’s talk about it.”

And talk you did. You let out your concerns, worries, fears and insecurities. You bore it all without hiding or masking anything. A tear or two slipped once or twice and some words were interrupted by your hiccups, but Mingyu was patient. He listened and held your hand, promising you that it’s okay. It’s okay to cry. It’s okay to be scared. It’s okay to be worried. It’s okay to be vulnerable in front of him. It’s okay to trust him because he loves you.

Mingyu loves you and his words and actions assure you that it’s okay to love him too.

When there were no more words left to say, the two of you shared a comfortable silence. The weight on your shoulders and the sick feeling in your stomach immediately vanished and you have never felt so relieved. You have never felt so free and loved. You can’t believe that Kim Mingyu is real.

“I know that this is unwarranted,” Mingyu breaks the silence after a while, “but I want you to know that I don’t think of you in any of those ways. To me, you’re the person I love and I am happy with regardless of our different upbringings, different jobs. Those don’t matter to the time and love we share together.”

“I know,” you affirm and kiss his cheek.

Mingyu nods and smiles against the palm of your hand when a memory suddenly pops in his mind. “I’m not sure if I have told you this already. But the blog entry of yours that caught my attention is about your first ever blog post.”

Your eyes widen at his confession. You have never heard of this before. “You mean the one where I talked about why I love writing so much?”

Your boyfriend smiles and nods. “That one.”

“Gosh. That’s so embarrassing,” you groan and palm your face.

“What do you mean embarrassing?” He argues, taking your hand to hold again. “That post was one of the most genuine posts that I have ever read. You explained, word by word, your passion, love and dedication to writing in the most honest way possible. Who wouldn’t be moved?”

You pout and unbeknownst to you, that makes his heart squeeze in adoration.

“It’s not that special,” you mumble, eyes on your intertwined hands.

“It is to me though.”

Mingyu’s eyes are dreamy and glossy as you meet them again and you could never be more in love. He holds your arms, coaxing you to stand up to straddle his lap. You giggle when he protectively wraps his arms around your waist. His nose scrunches when it grazes yours, but upon meeting his lips you feel it exhale a breath of relief.

You kissed and kissed and kissed. But when Max barks at the two of you, reminding you of the dinner you’re supposed to eat and share with him, the two of you burst into laughter before reluctantly detaching from each other.

“You doting over me with material things is a perk,” you humor him and he gives you his signature giggle. “But, I wouldn’t trade sharing the same bed, cooking meals or taking care of Max together over any of those.”

Mingyu nods gives you one last yet long kiss, a promise that there’s more for later.

More for forever.

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a/n 2: this was supposed to be the header/poster of this story but it was too big lol

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rekas-writes · 2 years

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uhhh could i request some general headcannons of valorant agents with a male radiant who can like manipulate blood ? like they can solidify and shape it and likes to create butterfly wings on their back to fly. so sorry if this is too gory !!! hshfvbdjd

A/N: Hey, no need to apologise! I’m squeamish but this is a very lovely idea and request I’m more than happy to fulfil. I hope you like these headcannons ^^ Again, if you'd like any other HCs/changes/interactions with other agents, please do order again~!

On a different note, I’m sorry these requests are taking a bit longer than I'd like, I'm currently working on finishing a video game with my college department for our final grades! Updates will be rather slow, my apologies.

✧☕✧ Thank you for ordering, please do visit again soon~! ✧🍮✧

From the Crimson Chrysalis

Pair: Platonic! Entire VALORANT Protocol/ Male! Agent + Radiant! Reader

Type: Headcanons - 1004 words

Genre: Fluff, Slice of life

TW: Blood, a lot of it

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You’d always found yourself deeply fascinated by the macabre, a curiosity that left you not so squeamish, if at all. And thus, in your panic-induced hysteria, you couldn’t help the laugh you made when you’d realised your exposure to radianite had resulted in an affinity in blood magic, essentially. Humour at its finest. The First Light really knew how to pick ‘em.

It took a bit to grow accustomed to such powers, despite your iron stomach in facing such things. It was… odd, to say the least. Free blood moved however you wanted, seeping out of stained dirt and snow to bend to your will. It was almost frightening to have such powers; it was total control over the very life force that drove humanity.

It wasn’t long before a certain someone noted your presence and contacted you to join the Protocol. It was a chance to harness your powers, reach your potential and protect those you love from this weird dimensional threat. Tossing the idea up in your head, you decided to dedicate yourself to the good of the Protocol.

Radiants like yourself have always been watched closely by society, it was unlikely you could lead a normal life now. It was also probably best to try and master your powers, being mildly worried about suddenly ripping the life out of someone accidentally.

You were a powerful member of the VALORANT Protocol, much like everyone else. There was also this sense of gracefulness about you in the way you created such intricate, beautiful things out of such a gory substance.

Sage was one of the first to observe you make use of your creations/manipulations in a different way, having seen you craft such wonderful, scarlet butterfly wings during training. It was the first time you’d been able to make something that moved with you, like an extended part of your form.

“Wonderful job, Y/N! Your growth and strength is truly remarkable.”

Word of your creations spread once Jett overheard Sage praising your abilities to Brimstone. You had taken rather easily to your powers, managing them with ease and expressing such creativity with such a grim substance.

She had no problems with waltzing up to you and begging to see you make the wings again. From then on, Jett always looked at your creations with awe, always happy to hit you with the “Cool work, my guy!” Though, she doesn’t voice a lot of the lengthier compliments out of embarrassment and pride. Sometimes, you race to get to the top of a high point. You’re both always curious (and/or competitive) to know what’s quicker, your wings or her drafts.

“Hah! Race you to the top of that pile of boxes!”

“Jett! Focus! We’re on a mission!”

“Ah, hehe… Sorry Sage.”

Killjoy is the pinnacle of curiosity. She’s also not one to be off-put by gore. Upon finding out the lengths of your powers, she’s instantly investigating you and the limits of your craftsmanship. Asks a lot about flight, the effort it takes, and loves to watch you fly about. It's fascinating, giving her a perfect snapshot into what it would be like to give humans the ability of flight. It’s not everyday you see someone fly around with wings, especially made of blood of all things. Probably asks you if you can make her fly too. Is also probably enamoured with the thought of her turrets having little wings.

“What a curious, little ability you’ve got there, Y/N! Ah, what if you gave everyone the power of flight? Even better, what if you made my turrets fly? Aww, what if they had little butterfly wings! Could you try that for me? For research purposes, obviously.”

Phoenix hates to admit it, but he’s pretty bad with blood. He’s squeamish despite his profession, though more so uncomfortable with the sight of gore than blood itself. He thinks your creations are stunning and admires your talent. Sometimes he wonders if you could transfer your talents to something more permanent and less… messy, like clay. Probably watches you and Jett race.

“Wooo, go for it Y/N! Wind girl’s got nothing on you!”

Sova’s quite curious about the stuff you can make, often asking about if you could replicate different weaponry and the like. He’s also very interested in your way of flight, asking more so about the experience of it than anything else. The feeling of weightlessness, the breeze rushing past you, the crispness of the air above. He wants to know it all in detail. He thinks the wings are beautiful though and praises the unique detailing that feels akin to the real deal.

“You have a gift, my friend. Treasure it.”

Having observed the intricacy and small detailing adorning your wings when you thought you were alone, Chamber was quick to make himself known. He has a habit of trying to butter up those he believes would be good allies, which is essentially everyone in the Protocol. He cools down on the compliments after a while, growing to genuinely enjoy your company and friendship. He finds inspiration in your craftsmanship and complex works, often sitting down near you with a sketchbook while you fly or manipulate blood at your will. You end up sharing your creations with each other, with Chamber being extra careful to not get his clothes stained.

“Such beautiful work, mon ami. Consider me very impressed. Ah, did you know your wings look absolutely stunning under the sunlight?”

Reyna already finds the beauty in the dark and macabre, revelling in gore and blood spilt on the ground. She believes in playing with her food sometimes, with how cruel she can be to the mirrors, and sometimes calls for you to make something beautiful from her rampage after battle. Something to commemorate her brilliant work. She spares you glances while you work during combat, always curious about what you do with the liquid scarlet that pools by all their feet, in order to fight.

“Such wonderful capabilities. Radiant powers are a wonder to behold, don’t you agree?”

#valorant #valorant x reader #x male reader #x ftm reader #x trans male reader #x m reader #reader insert #valorant sage #valorant jett #valorant killjoy #valorant phoenix #valorant sova #valorant chamber #valorant reyna

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wedreamedlove · 2 years

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How’d you think the L&N men would react to MC asking would they love her if she was a worm? 🤣🤣🤣

what is with this meme because i've seen like 5 versions of it over in the CN fandom, haha. luckily, that actually got my own creative juices flowing for this.

OSBORN

"A worm? Why would you be a worm?”

“Just answer the question? OK, OK, hmm, I—... would of course! Haha, what was with that increasingly angry face? Did you think I’d say I wouldn’t? Silly girl.”

“Ow, ow, are you trying to kill your boyfriend? Who would take care of you as a worm if you do that?”

“Anyway, if you were a worm, I’d put you in the tank with Xiaomander and take care of you both. How does that sound, Lil Xiao Five~?”

“Don’t turtles eat worms? Uh... ahem, as if Xiaomander would dare do that to his mommy. He would get a spanking from his daddy if he even thought about it.”

[10/10. Not bad, a standard answer.]

SARIEL

“......”

“... *sighs* I’m not ignoring you, I simply think a ridiculous question like this doesn’t need an answer.”

“You’re not going to stop bothering me until I give you answer? What number of once-in-a-lifetime requests is this one?”

“Fine, I’ll answer. Yes, I would. Satisfied?”

“You want to hear my reasoning?... *quiet* Give an inch and you’ll take a mile.”

“I would find a way to break whatever curse turned you into a worm. If that wasn’t possible, as a worm with some intelligence, you could cultivate a human body one day.”

“What if you take a long time? A hundred years or a thousand years is nothing to me.”

[Oddly touched. You’ve never heard of a divine worm before, but there’s a first for everything, right? He also said you’re smarter than the average worm!]

JESSE

“Of course!”

“I didn’t hesitate? Hehe, that’s because I plan on finding someone to turn me into a worm too and then we could be together like that!”

“Plus, as if I’d let big sister have all her worm adventures without me.”

“A worm princess needs a worm knight, right?”

[??/10. That... seems to work???]

CHARLIE

“......”

“Oh no, of course I’d love my fiancée, regardless of what she was! I was frowning because I was thinking about how I would need to strictly warn Sherry and all the other birds not to come close to you.”

“Don’t worry, dear, I’ve already set aside plans to turn an entire room into a magnficent terrarium for you. Naturally, my fiancée will need to live in luxury compared to other worms.”

“I’ll also have to see about getting miniature books and tools made for you, so you won’t get too bored. Hm? Worms don’t have arms? Well, time to invest in technology. I’m sure something can be done about that.”

[Money really can solve all problems... even for worms.]

EVAN

“A worm? Miss Rabbit certainly comes up with unique questions.”

“Ah, my apologies, it would be Miss Worm now, wouldn’t it? Of course I would still love you.”

“I’m afraid I have no experience in taking care of a worm though, so I hope you can be lenient and accommodating as we learn to adjust to our new circumstances.”

“Then I would search for whatever turned you into a worm and try to reverse it.”

“If that wasn’t possible? For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction. This doesn’t apply entirely to the situation, but if something turned you into a worm then there must be a way out there to turn you back.”

[He’s got the spirit, but maybe not the imagination for these outlandish questions.]

#answered asks #光与夜之恋 #light and night #ln charlie #ln evan #ln osborn #ln sariel #ln jesse #ln xiao yi #ln lu chen #ln qi sili #ln zha lisu #ln xia mingxing

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aemoonie · 3 years

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dating wayv ✰

based on their natal charts! mlist. g: fluff cw: food mention.

✦:˒ Kun◞⁺☆．

mr pilot producer man qian kun

he is a whole capricorn for two

sorry i don't even know what i was trying to say

but all this capricorn and leo energy AND an aquarius venus?

mans can do it all

anyway, his Sun, Mercury and Mars are all in Capricorn

this means that he does have some standards when it comes to love

he will take his time before fully committing and will want his interest to fit into his life

his Leo Asc will make him want to impress his person in some way, probably with his skills (and let's be real he has plenty)

i don't think he would enjoy someone super childish and silly, but rather someone who knows when to be serious too

his Moon in Taurus makes him somewhat of a romantic

he will likely want to give and receive gifts and will want to feel completely comfortable with his s/o

this placement will make him super soft for his person and he will be protective of them in some way

his Venus is in Aquarius tho

so he will not be the most emotional and sappy partner

he will mainly want to have good conversations and a fun time

spending time with his person is important to him and he will actively make time to fit them in his schedule

i think he is someone who'd value something like "weekly traditions", like date night every tuesday or whatever

that would please his capricorn heart

he'd also like to take care of them, but he will also want someone who can give him space

Aquarius Venus value independence and being able to have time with friends outside of the relationship

he strikes me as someone that just does something when they want it

like he doesn't 'dream' of being a pilot, he wants to be one and so he goes and does the license

and i think personally he'd be similar in love

also, his work has great importance to him, so his s/o should 110% hype him up

and king deserves it we all know

his Juno is also in Capricorn so i come to think that he would just enjoy someone who is pretty similar to him

but who can also teach him new things in life

for all i know that person could also have these random talents just like him

maybe they have a boat license??? what a great match lmao

anyway, king kun deserves the world and you better give it to him right now >:(

✦:˒ Ten◞⁺☆．

ten my man i love him

the funniest person ever i swear

did you guys see that fan call where the fan told him abt her boy drama? i love this conversation and he loves his tea

he has a Pisces Sun, which makes him naturally very compassionate

he is creative as we all know and will have high ideals of love

he is someone who would do a lot for his partner, even if he doesn't seem that way initially

he has a Gemini Moon (yay), which makes him so funny

jk... or am i?

it makes him really talkative and versatile

he can adapt his demeanor (idk if this is the right word) to his environment

he is someone who always has multiple projects going on at once and likes to stay busy

he often said that he doesn't get tired from having a tight schedule and with his Gemini Moon i do believe him

(our Gemini King Heachan said the same btw)

he will have to take time aside in order to slow down and actually acknowledge and feel his emotions every now and then

otherwise, it can build up and he might just explode one day :(

he has his Venus in Aries

which adds to the theory (and reality) that he's a flirt

he'll like an adventurous love life and is not afraid to be straightforward with his person of interest

(remember this "go up to him and say: 'hey, i like you, you like me? no? okay bye bye'")

he has no time for games y'all

even though he likes his drama hehe

his Pisces Sun and Gemini Moon also make him really intuitive

he will be able to sense when his friends or his person isn't feeling well

he is a great communicator and his Pisces Mars will also appreciate a more romantic relationship

he seems like an unbothered king but i feel like he could use somebody who actively listens to him and will pay attention to how he's feeling

it will influence him to be more introspective too and he will like a little guidance on how to talk about heavy emotional things

also, someone who can keep up with his sassy ass and can talk back if they need to

his Aquarius Mercury would also like someone he can talk endlessly with, without feeling like the conversation runs dry

he'd be the sassy but caring bf spread the word

worldwide funny guy, i approve

✦:˒ Winwin◞⁺☆．

somebody better appreciate this guy right now or i am gonna fight

he is such a cutie idk why sm is keeping him in the background so much

anyway he has a Scorpio Sun

which means he'll take his time "feeling out" his person

he will want to know a lot about them and will like someone who is connected to their emotions

someone compassionate and patient would be nice for him

his Virgo Moon would make him shy shy shy shy

he'd need some time to work up the courage to talk to his person of interest

he will like to have similar interests with his s/o

he is prone to overthinking so understanding and reassuring him would mean a lot

someone who can calm his busy mind and give him advice

his Mercury in Scorpio would like sharing deep secrets and would like deep talks with his person

his Venus in Sagittarius makes him a little less "intense" in love than what you may think at first (bc of his Scorpio Sun i mean)

he'd value someone who knows when to give him space and is independent themselves

he will love someone with good humor, Sag placements love funny people

his may take his sweet time to fully commit because he just likes to be independent

he strikes me as someone who wouldn't even notice how many people are crushing on him bc he is just vibing in his own world

his Mars in Sagittarius solidify the funny people theory

he'd like someone who knows how to make dull days more fun

someone who can ground him but is also hilarious

yes not an easy task but he deserves it anyway

he may also like doing physical activities with his s/o, like sports or other stuff

he may not seem like it at first, but he has set morals and will not differ from them so easily

in conflicts he would feel like running away

so again, someone patient will be good for him

someone open-minded who will listen to him properly and work things out with him

even if he may not always like this idea

anyway winwin is a sweetheart and we should all appreciate him a lil more

<3 i am part of the winwin fan club

✦:˒ Lucas◞⁺☆．

*haechan voice* luuuuuuucas! :D

he is also so funny and a wholesome guy

his Sun is in Aquarius

meaning he likes a more easy-going, lighthearted approach to love

he values his independence and likes to keep things interesting

right off the bet, he would be more of a best-friend kind of boyfriend

tho he would be really soft for his person

he will want to have fun with them and experience new things together

his Taurus Moon makes him more protective and compassionate

he will like to find some kind of security in his partner

he is not really someone who would play a lot of games

he either likes you or he doesn't

i feel like he'd feel bad if he actively played with someone's emotions like that

he will like gifts and spending money on his s/o

also eating together would be his favorite thing

he'd enjoy discovering new places to eat or even showing his person meals they never had before!

he'd like physical affection, but only in more casual, small ways

like a hand on the small of the back or holding hands or a hand on your thigh or whatever people like to do additionally

we can also see him be quite protective over his members

his Capricorn Mercury would appreciate someone who knows how to take him seriously when he talks

bc sometimes it feels like he's trying to say something that is meaningful to him and the boys like to tease him about it

also, he just has troubles with languages and it's all good my guy we still love you

making his s/o laugh would also be his favorite thing

his Aquarius Venus makes him value independence and also indicates this very subtle flirty side of him that we most definitely have never seen before

i Am A fOrEiGnEr, AgE dOeSn'T mAtTeR

he may be resident in the nct frat boy club

but he has a good heart, i think we can all agree on that

he is a big ol softie, he may also be very happy to commit to someone

his Mars is in Libra, which does open the possibility of him having a somewhat romantic side

again, he'd like to go on dates and gifts!

he'd want his relationship to be balanced and is not someone who would like direct conflict

further proves my point of him being a soft boy

probably a super wholesome dude, i like him :)

✦:˒ Xiaojun◞⁺☆．

he has such a nice face

sorry if that sounded weird, i mean he looks good

i really like his chart it's soft and sweet <3

he has his Sun in Leo, which will make him want to impress his person

probably with his vocals, but i feel like he could be the type to just assign himself a random hobby and be like: look, i can do this! can other guys do this? i don't think so! >:)

and he'd do somewhat of a decent job i guess lmao

his Sun suggests that he does need reassurance and praise

he will love so have a super supportive s/o

having a smooth relationship will also benefit his ego a lot

with his Moon in Cancer, he is very intuitive and compassionate

he might come across as 'moody' (yikes that word again :s) sometimes

but he is very caring and will notice when his s/o also isn't feeling well

his Moon also makes him kinda shy in things related to the heart

he may want to impress you... from a distance at first

like look i did this but also pls don't look at me bc i am in as red as a tomato

his Mercury in Cancer makes him a feeler, he attaches emotions to his thoughts and memories

he is a good listener and takes the feelings of others always into account

he'd feel awful if something he said would hurt someone else

it also suggests the idea that he is generally a soft-spoken and quiet person (esp. together with his Moon)

(but i guess wayv bring out the best in him lmao they all scream too much)

his Venus is in Virgo, which adds to him being shy shy shy shy

remember this story that he had a crush on the same girl for like 3 years and waited sooo long to ask her?

yeah Virgo x Cancer energy is strong here

he may have rather high standards in love

but he really just wants someone to love him for who he truly is

he wouldn't want to change or adapt for someone but rather have them fit into his life without much effort

he'd show his affection in small ways and acts of service

since he reads, he may like reading dates where you just chill and read some nice books next to each other

his Mars is in Scorpio, meaning he isn't likely to be super explosive when angered

but he might be petty sometimes or likes to hold a grudge when he is seriously hurt

but he'd be such a soft boyfriend, my heart breaks even just thinking about it

would do a lot for his s/o and it shows

pls don't break his heart!!! i dare you!!!

i can't fight but i will try my best on you >:(

✦:˒ Hendery◞⁺☆．

my brain has such a hard time even processing his face like he is so handsome

fun fact he was the one who got me all the way into nct bc i was shocked by how good he looked

i fully blame it on his Libra Sun

my Air Venus ass just can't resist

anyway, speaking of his Sun,

he would value a smooth and balanced relationship

he'd love dates and lots of communication

endless talks about nothing in particular would be his thing

also getting along with his friends would be important to him too

but Libra is an Air sign, meaning it still values independence and space

and Libra is pretty empathetic and intuitive

he would like someone who is similar i think

he has his Moon in Taurus (further explaining his face like i-)

similar to Lucas, this would make him protective and caring

he'd like gifts, whether it's receiving or giving

he'd value that they come from you and he would keep everything you ever gift him

security would also be important for him, in some way or another

together with his Leo Venus, it would make him maybe a tad more physically affectionate than Lucas

cuddle sessions are probably also welcome lmao

his Leo Venus would also love praise from his s/o

he'd like to show off his relationship and may even be quite the demanding lover!

since he loves attention from his person and would do a lot to gain it

i almost forgot to mention his Mercury oh uh

it's in Libra, meaning he is pretty open-minded and diplomatic

direct conflicts are really not his thing

he is a perfectionist and can be quite hard on himself, actually!

this placement also further proves the point i made before about him liking to talk about everything and nothing

he'd love to have fun conversations with seemingly no end

his Sag Mars makes him humorous and being funny would be a turn on for him heheh

trust me

this Mars also solidifies the idea of him not liking direct confrontation

Sag Mars usually feel like running when facing big obstacles

and when angered, they like to distract themselves in order to not hurt their loved one

i can attest that lol

he'd be the fun and upbeat boyfriend

always ready to cheer you up and take you out spontaneously

mom i love him

✦:˒ Yangyang◞⁺☆．

another libra man ready to confuse my small brain

he's also such a fun person

and he speaks german!! like me :')

his chart was kinda surprising to me

since he seems really easy going and lighthearted

other than his Libra Sun, he is all water with a Virgo Mars! :0

well, let's start with his Libra Sun

similar to Hendery, he will value balance and communication

he'd love joking around with his person and will want his partner to have similar humor as him

i think he'd also value his independence and wouldn't like feeling pressured to spend all his time with his s/o

he has a Pisces Moon, which is like ... so soft dude wth

he is very empathetic and intuitive

he'd pick up on any mood changes from his person

i feel like he is actually a little romantic piece of shit

but he doesn't seem like it, at least in front of his members

with a Water Moon, he actually feels quite heavy and i think he would benefit from someone who knows how to help him in darker moments

he'd love someone soft, caring, and in touch with their emotions

his Mercury is in Scorpio, and this is probably where his humor majorly stems from lmao

he'd love sharing secrets and having deep conversations with his s/o

i think this could help him a lot with any issues he might have emotionally

he also attaches emotion to his thoughts and ideas

he is a teasing little bitch but we've been aware of that

sorry i don't wanna insult him so much but

it's yangyang ya know, he is special

he also has his Venus in Scorpio

which would mean that he takes him time to "feel out" a person

he will want to observe and learn a lot about them

and he will want an 'intense' kind of love

he just needs to feel secure and he will commit fully and with no question :)

he will love someone who will show him just as much devotion

his Virgo Mars also suggests that he is quite committed

he is able to keep his cool when conflict arises and likes to talk things through

he is disciplined and organized and will love helping his s/o whenever he can

he'd be like a good mix of devil and angel

like he'd be teasing and making fun of you but then he also gets you your favorite food and helps you cheat on your homework and will buy you everything you want

a true softie

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softxsuki · 2 years

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hello :DD i just saw your event post today and was wondering if i could make a request hehe :33 may i ask for a confession letter from vyn (tears of themis) with a fem!neurologist! reader? she's like him in the sense that they're both doctors, but she has a different background (e.g she comes from a family of artists who want her to pursue something more creative than something as hardset as science), though it's okay if you think it's easier that they have a similar background. i don't particularly mind what he calls me tbh, y/n works just fine; i'm not sure what he would call me other than that cuz i think he's the type to find his partner's name just as endearing as any other petname HAHAHAH

i think the easiest relationship background is that they both work in the same field, and they met when she was assigned to his research center when the organisation she works for tasks her with research to be undertaken with his team. it's a friends to crush thing, though i think they'd be off to a rough start cuz they'd maybe work on a project together, but find each other's reports unsatisfactory. then it gets better over time as their subtle jabs become more of constructive commentary. he's probably gone out with her several times over the course of their project (e.g. to grab some food when they finish labwork on a late night, or going to an orchestral concert because it's a good way to unwind after a week's worth of research). all this develops into a crush, and it's mutual, but if reader is an extension of myself, then we're dense asf- FDJFJD

location.... they'd live separately. reader is the type to keep her place to herself, and won't rly let anyone inside unless they've known each other for a long while. she goes to vyn's place for work if they have stuff to bring back though, and it's a work/chill vibe whenever she's over at his place.

other info—we're both 27 (in this setting) and introspective people. i'm not the type to reach out to others, so their start to a friendship would very likely come from him (likely with some criticism attached to it HAHAHAH). he's the type of person i think i can vibe with though, long chats from medical advances to music (we'd probably play a piece or two together since we're both pianists, or teach one piece to another), to philosophical concepts, and i think having someone to share all these ideas with is a wonderful thing <33

thank you for taking the time to read through my (absurdly long) request!! i hope you stay happy and healthy wherever you are in the world, and remember to always love yourself :))

(i'll leave this with a 🌱 emoji hehe)

thank you!! :))

Vyn's Confession Letter To His Friend

Valentine's Day Letter Event Masterlist (CLOSED)

Pairing: Vyn x Fem!Neurologist!Reader

Warnings: none

Genre: Fluff

Post-Type: Letter

Word Count: 610

Summary: In which Vyn drops off his confession Letter to you in your office on Valentine's Day

[A/N: Hey Happy Valentine's Day. Thank you so much for participating, I hope you enjoy this letter from Vyn. This is my first time ever writing for him, but I think I did fairly okay. Have a wonderful day <3]

You were in your office working on a report when you heard two knocks at your door.

You look up from your desktop and clear your throat, “Come in.”

It was Vyn, your friend who you had slowly developed a crush on. Your heart sped up in your chest at the sight of his golden eyes as he smiled softly at you.

“Good Afternoon Y/N and Happy Valentine’s Day. I am just here to drop this off to you,” he places an envelope with your name on it in front of you and then walks back over to the door, “Please come see me as soon as you read it. Then, if you would excuse me.”

He was in and out before you could even get your brain to start functioning properly again. You quickly, but carefully open the envelope and are surprised to see that it’s a letter addressed to you.

Dear Dr L/N,

I know this may seem strange to you, but I thought this would be a nice way to tell you what has been on my mind without possibly making you feel uncomfortable. By all means, if you do not feel the same way as I do in this letter, then you may throw it away and pretend like nothing ever happened. Do not worry, I will not feel offended.

When you first arrived at our center, we did not see eye-to-eye, did we? I remember it so well, all our disagreements and how hard we were on each other, though I must say that in the long-run, we helped each other grow as Doctors which is a wonderful thing.

I am not entirely sure when this started, but as we began spending time together outside of the office, I seem to have grown fond of you, in a romantic sense. Perhaps you can call it a crush? But the very thought of you makes my heart race and I look forward to seeing you each day.

I admire the ambition you have to live out your dream of being a Neurologist even though your parents had encouraged you to reach for something more creative like them. You work so hard proving to them each day that you made the right decision for yourself. I appreciate how strong and independent you are. We have our career in common as well as our love and talent in playing the piano; every conversation with you brings new life and meaning to each and every day for me. I have found myself looking forward to seeing and speaking to you each day.

With all that being said, I would love to get to know you on a more personal, romantic level. I want to be closer to you and what better way to start than on Valentine’s Day. If you feel the same way, then please come to my office so we can further discuss this in person.

With Care,

Dr. Vyn Richter.

You never in your life would have thought that a man like Vyn could ever love you back, but according to his letter, he did. That was all you needed to hear before you raced to his office, wanting to see him in person, almost to confirm that he actually felt this way.

You don’t even remember to knock on his door, you just open it and see him at his desk. He raises an eyebrow at the sudden intrusion, but smiles when he sees that it’s you.

“I feel the same way Dr. Richter,” you say in full confidence, still standing by the door.

“Wonderful, then would you join me for this Orchestral Concert tonight?”

“Of course.”

EVENT REQUESTS ARE CLOSED

REGULAR REQUESTS ARE OPEN

Posted: 2/14/2022

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dcptcnx · 2 years

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A Modern High School!AU in which i make hcs about what school sport/activity the characters would do!

characters: satoru gojo, suguru geto, kento nanami bonus! ryomen sukuna and toji fushiguro

a/n: been having small hc thoughts and i love imagining modern school with these cool cats B) this is a part one using some of the adults of the show! I will do one for the kids (probably 2 bc there are lot of em)

satoru gojo

It’s no secret that satoru was a bit of a jokester in high school. he believed to be ‘the best’ at whatever he did. but for me, i feel like he really enjoyed photography. all the ladies were always surrounding him due to his good looks, but deep down he really knew where to find such beautiful things to snap images of. they ended up choosing him to snap photos for the yearbooks and he happily would oblige.

suguru geto

everyone always wondered why the shy, quiet boy was best friends with THE satoru, but nobody would ever ask. they always assumed that maybe suguru did whatever satoru did, but were shocked to find out that he didn’t. Suguru participated in art class, and would often be commissioned on drawing potential tattoos for people. when it would be football season, the cheerleaders would ask him to help paint the banners that dressed the gym, and every pep rally was always done so beautifully because of his hard work. Satoru always would share suguru’s art on his instagram and it made suguru happy.

kento nanami

Kento always was quick to shut down the accusations of being ‘close’ to the duo. He was a really smart kid, always scored top of the class. They even voted him ‘most likely to be valedictorian’ so it no surprise to see Kento to be part of a collection of clubs. Student Council, Creative Writing, Home Economics. He liked being in a sense of power, and was unanimously chosen as student council president. He liked to write, but never let people know, but only a few classmates felt comfortable around him when he’d write for hours and have it published in the weekly newsletter. This man loves bread, and he wanted to make his own bread, and learn other cooking and household skill...no shame...

ryomen sukuna

athlete athlete athlete. this dude is ripped (or as ripped as he can get for a teen in high school). He did football most definitely, but would also do other sports. baseball, track & field, wrestling...he’d do it all honestly. every sport. he was most definitely a ladies man. practically dated a new chick every week it seemed. satoru loved taking the most awkward photos of him because he sort of hated his personality...

toji fushiguro

similar to sukuna in terms of being an athlete, but not nearly as rude as him (but still rude). Toji was mainly a baseball and basketball player, but could play football if asked. he was louder than sukuna though. and bigger. also a ladies man, but he stayed in relationships a lot longer than sukuna lol. absolutely hated satoru. and satoru knew this and would always bug him and bother him hehe. and unbeknownst to others, he was actually smarter than what people perceived him to be. not kento smart, but smart enough to pass his classes.

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jujutsu kaisen hc #jjk hc #satoru gojo #gojo satoru #gojo hc #suguru geto #geto suguru #geto hc #kento nanami #nanami kento #nanami hc #ryomen sukuna #sukuna ryomen #sukuna hc #toji fushiguro #toji hc

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wild-karrde · 2 years

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The Fives and Fox ficlet was so good xD

Love the sibling rivalry between the 212th and 501st,

How about one with the line: "Alright, settle down boys"

Congratulations on the 200 followers!🤗

THANK YOU! Honestly, I love the rivalry as well, and am pretty stoked about how this one came out hehe. Hope you like it!

Rating - T (I can't believe I only made Rex swear once)

Rex sighed in exasperation as he took in the scene before him. “Does everything have to be a competition?” he muttered under his breath. Cody chuckled next to him.

“Do you even know what they’re doing?”

“Who the kriff knows?” The various competitions had started off with standard things like weight lifting and foot races, but as the war had dragged on and the rivalry between the 501st and the 212th had grown, the creativity in their competitions had skyrocketed, much to Rex’s chagrin. Last week, it had been a competition to see who could generate the largest static charge by shuffling on a carpet square. Rex wasn’t sure how they’d convinced Tech to let them borrow his oscilloscope for that (maybe they hadn’t), but the spark that had shot from Jesse’s finger after a full thirty seconds of shuffling had secured victory for the 501st. Before that, it had been a pie-eating contest, and last month, he’d had to interrogate all of them to figure out who had procured the stiletto pumps they’d been racing in. Now, as they stared at the sea of gold and blue painted plastoid in front of them, Rex could only wonder what they’d come up with this time. He and Cody pressed to the front, and Rex heaved another frustrated sigh.

Fives and Waxer were facing off against one another. Fives looked as though he’d been hit by a speeder multiple times. Jesse was pressing a blaster into his hands while Waxer squared off opposite him.

“Alright, both set to stun?” called Hardcase from the sidelines.

Boil inspected Waxer’s blaster and gave a thumbs up and Jesse nodded as he peered at Fives’s weapon.

“Alright, square off boys.”

Waxer and Fives both aimed their pistols at one another, and Rex’s eyes widened in horror.

“Three, two, one, FIRE!” They both sent stun bolts at one another, their DC-17s clattering to the floor. Fives was sweating profusely, doubling over at the waist, his arms hanging limply at his side as he strained. Waxer was running through every swear word he knew as he struggled to stay upright. The crowd let out cheers and “whoas” as the two clones teetered back and forth for several seconds before Fives finally began to teeter to one side.

“YOU’VE GOT THIS WAXER!”

“COME ON FIVES! SUCK IT UP, MAN!”

Rex turned to his left to see Kix calmly observing on a stool. The medic hadn’t noticed his captain’s presence yet, but when he did, he gave him a pained smile.

“Kix, would you kindly care to explain what the kriff is going on here?” Rex asked through gritted teeth.

Kix grinned. “Competition to see who can stay up the longest after getting stunned. Fives is currently the champion.”

Rex looked over at the trooper, who was leaning hard to one side, his mouth slightly slack as he stared at Waxer. “And how many times has Fives been stunned?”

“Errrr…what time is it?” Kix asked, and Rex glared at him.

“1600,” Cody said from over his shoulder.

“Eh…then this’ll be six.”

“What time did you start this?” Cody asked as Rex seethed.

“1500. Manuals state that it takes approximately ten minutes to recuperate after a stun bolt so…” Kix trailed off as Rex pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration.

“You mean to tell me Fives has been shot six times in the last hour?”

“Yeah. If my math is right.”

Rex turned back as the crowd roared just in time to see Waxer topple over. Jesse surged forward as Fives flopped on his back a moment later, finally giving in to the stun and passing out.

“Who’s up next?” Hardcase called, and Rex whirled on him, ready to rip into him before Cody rested a hand on his shoulder.

“Alright, alright, settle down boys. I’d say that’s enough for one night.”

A chorus of groans echoed throughout the barracks but the crowd quickly dispersed, the 212th heading back to their own barracks, leaving the 501st to huddle around Fives. Rex pushed forward before nudging Fives’s shoulder gently with his foot. The ARC trooper groaned from his place on the ground, opening one eye blearily.

“Mmmm…kriff,” he mumbled when he saw Rex standing over him, helmet in hand.

“I’d ask what you’ve learned today, but I’m sure I’ll only be disappointed,” Rex muttered as Fives struggled to roll onto his stomach.

“S’nothing, Cap. Just like having a bad hangover.”

Rex squatted down as Fives made it to his hands and knees. “Well, in that case, you’ve done plenty of latrine duties with hangovers, so one more shouldn’t be an issue for you. Jesse, Hardcase, and Kix will be helping you as well.” He glanced at the other three, who remained silent, not wanting to incur more of the captain’s wrath.

Fives groaned, flopping on his stomach as Rex turned on his heel, exiting with Cody right next to him. As soon as they got out of earshot, Rex extended his hand out to the commander, and Cody chuckled, digging around in one of his pouches before producing a few credits.

“Alright, but you know they won’t win them all, right?”

“Sure, and when they don’t, I’ll owe you,” the captain teased, tucking his winnings into a pouch on his belt.

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bookofmirth · 2 years

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lele!

I saw the ask you answered a few days back about Feysand and Elriel being real similar, and so I was wondering if you see gwynriel as having the same problem at all? Mostly in terms of aesthetics, considering both seem to have a similar light/dark aesthetic

Hello! Sorry this response is probably a mess 🤣

(Here is the post we are talking about, for anyone reading this hehe)

So re: the light/dark aesthetic, I agreed with the previous anon that the feysand and e*riel stories would be too similar, based on what people suppose the one story would look like. But, I don't think the aesthetic is in reality similar. IMO it's just that people are taking a lot of creative liberties with Elain's character, given that we have never had her POV and we arguably know less about her than many other characters.

Regarding the art, we just honestly don't know enough about Elain to set her apart from the other sisters, visually. In that post I mentioned facial expressions, body language, clothing, objects, scenery or context. When I see art of Feyre or Nesta, I know it's art of them because I recognize Nesta's facial expression as representing the way that Nesta looks at the world, or Feyre's creativity, or the way Feyre embraces the dark. This is why I detest the whole "flower" thing with Elain. It's a crutch until we learn more about her personality. There's a reason that "flowers" are nowhere to be seen on the prompt list for elucien week 😂

So yeah anyway, I think that Feyre painting the night sky on her dresser drawer and thinking about different types of darkness, and feeling much more comfortable in the NC than in Spring lean more towards her not really "having" the light aesthetic. She's been killing to survive since she was 14, and Rhys says she is a huntress, his salvation.

Elain isn't "light" either; she needs light, she isn't light personified though. That would be her mate. The similarities, to me, are all about the plot for e*riel being too similar to what feysand have already had. Like anon pointed out the Hades/Persephone thing that... already belongs to feysand. The anon also said this, which yeah I see it too: "Elain does the same job as Azriel. Azriel saves her from the "abuser" Lucien and Azriel will let her choose, she finds her voice, and then Elain finds out Azriel is her actual mate, etc…" which would lead to their interactions being similar.

Okay but you asked about gwynriel asldjaklsjdakd

I think that gwynriel are more dark/light aesthetic than either feysand or e*riel, especially if it ends up being a shadowsinger/lightsinger thing (*finger guns* iykyk). I think that gwynriel would also be a very different relationship from feysand, or nessian, or elucien, because there is more emphasis on there being mutual healing, but where the guy needs a wake-up call. Rhys had trauma, Cassian had insecurities, but Az needs to go on a whole journey where he heals and reconciles with his past and his feelings towards his family. (NOT that he has to say a word to anyone who abused him, but I can see people willfully misinterpreting this anyway so why am I bothering. For my stalkers, I suppose. Hey besties!)

Feyre is pragmatic and cautious. Rhys is also pragmatic and can be cautious because his actions have implications for his whole court. They are both self-sacrificial and have served as the heads of their respective households before they were ready to do so.

Az has an intense sense of responsibility (indebtedness, even) coupled with a need for control and tbh love. Imo he also has a fascination with people who are very unlike him - see: The Morrigan. Gwyn is plucky, optimistic, curious, and determined. If you want a light/dark or grumpy/sunshine aesthetic, it's gwynriel. But either way, their plot/journey looks very different from any of the three canon ships, in addition to having an "aesthetic" that doesn't match the others. (elucien = mates = canon in sjm world)

To finish this rambly ramble up, I basically wouldn't hang my hat on a coatrack made of aesthetics. There are a lot more things that make a fictional ship appealing to readers (and more likely in canon), and aesthetics are just one piece of a complex puzzle!

#acotar #feysand #gwynriel #nessian #elucien #antielriel #ask #anon #did I have a point here #idk #someone find it for me help

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Can you please write a fluff one shot about a sk8 the infinity like his girlfriend/boyfriend/s/o falls asleep on him

to anon: omg first request omgomg thank you so much for sending one in! i wasn’t sure which sk8 character you were referring to, so i decided to write one for both reki and langa! hope you don’t mind hehe <3 this is the one for reki, the one for langa will take a little bit longer bc of valentine’s & other requests but i hope you like this one regardless!

warnings: none, just some fluffy times with the best boy. reader is gn!

word count: 1.3k

sleepyhead. (reki x reader)

Late nights were certainly not a rare occurrence with your boyfriend, Reki. He was filled to the brim with energy and passion that practically flowed out of him like a geyser. Not that you were opposed to that at all, you found that it was one of the qualities that made you fall for him in the first place. Though, you worried that he wasn’t taking into consideration his own personal health during these late night excursions. Take for instance tonight, as it was slowly approaching two thirty am, it seemed that the redhead had no clear intention of stopping his work.

The two of you were cooped up in his workshop behind his house, Reki singing along to some “cool jams” as he called them. In reality, it was his Spotify playlist of the “best 2000’s alternative” music like Sk8er Boi by Avril Lavigne and Dear Maria, Count Me In by All Time Low. You were barely hanging onto your string of consciousness, the mere idea of sleep sounding like absolute heaven at this very moment. You were propped up on a stool in the corner, the stack of skating magazines Reki had given you to flick through in case you got bored now sat in a neat pile off to the side. You had read each one of them front to back twice already tonight.

It wasn’t that you didn’t love spending time with Reki. You enjoyed listening to his midnight ramblings of whatever came to mind. His ideas for new boards, designs for stickers, and other creative ways to beat his future S opponents were usually his topics of interest. No one really noticed how much of an imaginative person your boyfriend was. He could be impulsive and over excited at times, but his fantastic mind and his willingness to create made your heart soar. Not only that, but he was fairly handy when it came to fixing up and assembling his own boards like he was some mad scientist waiting for one of his many experiments to go right. You indulged him as much as you could, you really did enjoy his company. Even if you would much rather be curled up beside him snuggling in bed rather than hear Reki precariously make his way through the lyrics of Check Yes Juliet for what seemed like the seventh time.

“Reki,” you spoke up finally as the analog clock on the wall indicated the current time of two forty-three am. Reki looked up from Langa’s custom longboard, hair bouncing about despite already being contained by the headband he wore everyday. “Yeah?” he asked, throwing a glance over his shoulder only to see your weary eyelids and tired expression. His entire demeanour melted, lips jutted out in a tiny pout upon seeing his poor baby so tired.

He backed away from his worktable, dancing and tiptoeing across the floor to avoid stepping on any spare parts or tools he had left lying about his mishmash of a workshop.

“Is baby tired?” he cooed, sawdusted fingers beginning to tug and pinch at the corners of your cheeks. You groaned in annoyance, your sleep deprived state causing you to be a tad more irritable at this hour. “Reki,” you repeated in a more serious tone, ember coloured irises meeting your e/c ones. His calloused hands moved to cup your face, warmth enveloping you in a way that felt like home. The scent of pine and the remnants of orange crush soda invaded your senses. He smiled at you with that goofy face of his, the one that Langa constantly teased for being weird. Maybe it was your sleepy nature, but he looked even more gorgeous in the harsh LED lighting of his garage. Tiny strands of his auburn hair fell in front of his face as he tilted his head to the side, his smile growing as he watched your eyes begin to droop.

“Please. Let’s go to bed,” you asked of him as kindly yet firmly as you could. Reki clicked his tongue a bit, thinking for a moment before delivering a cute peck to your nose. “A few more minutes! Then we can head inside, grab a cookie or two and crawl into bed together! It’ll be just a jiffy okay? Here, you can even set an alarm,” Reki was already reaching for his phone in his hoodie pocket so that you could do just as he suggested. He stopped in his tracks as he felt your hands clasp around his hoodie, pulling him close so that you could hug his torso. He laughed at how clingy you could be while being so sleepy, his hand patting atop your head as a form of affection.

“Wow, you really are.. sleeping,” Reki’s voice trailed off as he looked down to be greeted by you completely passed out against him. Your arms held your boyfriend close, your face buried within the fabric of his yellow skater boy hoodie. Soft snores escaped you, your breathing slowed and calm as you finally let your consciousness slip out of your ever fleeting grasp. Reki’s face began to bloom with colour the longer he stared at you, panic setting in as he realized what was truly happening.

You had fallen asleep against him. Oh shit. Oh god. You were asleep against him. That meant you were so comfortable that you just so happened to pass out in his arms. Reki bit back a giddy smile, warmth cascading through him in a form of nothing but love radiating solely for you at nearly three in the morning. His heart thumped rapidly against his rib cage. No matter how long he had been with you, he kept discovering new things about you that made him absolutely lose his mind. You falling asleep against him definitely being one of those many things. You looked so peaceful, so unbothered and safe within his embrace. This warmth you had given him overtook his will to keep working, his hands moving your hair out of the way of your face to kiss your forehead.

“Sorry for making you stay up, sweet baby,” he apologized in a quiet tone. His hands moved your arms to around his neck, using his strength to lift you up and wrap your legs securely around his waist. “I can’t say I’m not grateful for you being here for me, though. You could have left too, yet you stayed here for me,” Reki spoke to your sleeping form. The fact that you had stayed up with him this late made him even more grateful to have you. Reki grunted a bit as he adjusted to the newfound weight of you around him, your hair getting in his mouth and his eyes squinting to find the light switch so that he could flick it off before leaving. Reki was always careful with you, handling you as if you were a sort of glass figurine he barely even had the permission to touch.

“You look so damn cute like this, y’know,” he continued to speak as he maneuvered his way about his house, trying his best to subdue his footsteps and make as little noise as possible. He didn’t want to wake up his mom or little sisters. “Man, I’m so lucky. Seriously really lucky to have someone like you in my life.”

In your sleep, you subconsciously nuzzled your head against his chest. He melted a bit, holding back a tiny noise of happiness as he began to beam like an idiot holding his partner. You were the most amazing person, the person who made him happy every single day without fail, the person who picked him up no matter how much he bailed or got hurt. He loved you more than anything, and he wanted to treat you as well as you treated him. Even if it meant carrying you to bed after a late night of him talking your ear off about skateboarding for three consecutive hours.

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ptergwen · 3 years

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web of lies

take a leap. if you start to fall, the net will appear to catch you.

photographer!peter x journalist!reader || masterlist

w/c: 7.1k

warnings: swearing, one drinking mention, descriptions of anxiety, and angst if ya squint

summary: peter can’t stop holding your hands, betty and ned are the modern day bonnie and clyde, ned is a terrible guy in the chair, the osborn’s are up to something, and mj hates you all

a/n: y’all i’m super excited about this series like i haven’t had an idea i’ve really loved in months? so it’s good to be back !!! there are tons of things i have planned and i can’t wait to share them with all of you hehe i really hope you enjoy part one <3 happy reading

to be honest, which is what you do best, you’ve had a thing for peter parker your whole time at the daily bugle. you actually almost told him once.

a couple months ago, peter walked you home on a night you worked overtime. he’d came in last minute to leave some pictures on your boss’s desk. no one else but you was there, hunched at your computer in the dim office lighting. peter was pleasantly surprised to see you, yet concerned for your well-being. you had to put your finishing touches on a story.

he didn’t feel comfortable letting you travel alone at that hour. so, he went with you when you were ready. his company was more than welcomed. you told peter about your article while you two sat on the subway. he’d listened intently, your head resting on his shoulder and his arm around you. he made sure you got to your apartment building alright as well.

“hey, peter?” you’d asked, halfway up the steps. he was waiting until you were inside and safe to leave. “hm? you good?” he’d smiled sort of expectantly. “yeah. i... i wanted to say...”

your words got caught in your throat when he gave you the softest puppy eyes you’ve ever seen. you couldn’t do it. for some reason, you were too scared to confess how you felt. “thanks again for walking me home,” you’d settled on. he’d seemed disappointed that was what you wanted to tell him. nevertheless, he said not to worry about it before taking off.

that one moment perfectly captures it all; how yours and peter’s narrative plays itself out.

—

“we’ve got an update on hydra v. the people!”

“those freaky giraffes escaped the zoo... again.”

“shoot one more spitball and it’ll be your last.”

“does anyone have an aspirin?”

welcome to the daily bugle, where the chaos never ends and the calm never starts. you’ll find new york’s finest writers, publishers, and creatives of all kind right here. that would include you. you’re one of the top journalists in the whole building, according to mr. norman osborn. he’s the brilliant and slightly insane man who runs this place.

although it’s rare for someone in your field, you were hired straight out of college. norman read a few pieces you’d written and loved them so much that he offered you a job. full time, full benefits, no questions asked. there was something special about the way you wove your words together. your writing had its own voice. a strong voice, one the paper was severely lacking.

you’ve been with the bugle for just over a year now. it’s not the quiet, nine to five gig you were initially expecting it to be. you’re each very unique individuals in your office, and there’s never a dull moment because of it. your coworkers can be found hosting debates on the riskiest topics or tackling each other for blueberry muffins, and that’s just a regular tuesday. the place is stranger than strange. but, it’s become home.

thanks to mr. osborn being so accommodating, you actually settled in rather quickly. another big help has been the friends you’ve made. your first was michelle jones, who prefers to be called mj. she’s a fellow journalist with a wickedly dark humor that trickles into her writing. if you had to describe her in one word, it would be blunt. mj is as real as it gets, and also eternally loyal. she keeps her circle small, so you’re honored you get to be in it.

mj sits right next to you, which means you’re always talking through your days. that’s due in part to the way your office is set up. there aren’t any cubicles, tables and swirly chairs taking up their space instead. norman heard it was more progressive, probably from his son harry.

harry is about your age, only a couple of years older. he hangs around quite a lot, but doesn’t do much with his time besides that. according to norman, he’s still seeking out his passion. he’s banking on him finding a suitable career at the bugle. he’d like to pass this all on to harry some day, hopefully sooner than later. either way, you don’t mind having harry here. he’s super funny and friendly with everyone.

there’s also ned leeds, who’s an editor and reviews most of your pieces. he’s sweeter than candy, even when he’s ripping your grammar to shreds. on the rare occasions you’re not discussing breaking news, you two talk about movies. ned is a film buff and gives you the best recommendations. you’re convinced he was a critic in his past life.

last but so from least is peter parker. he only works for the bugle part time, since he’s still in school. you both graduated from your respective colleges the same year. peter wants to get his masters degree, though. he’s a photographer who’s aspiring to be a cinematographer. him and ned have their passion for the industry in common, and that’s what makes them such great friends.

you learned this and more from the times you and peter have partnered up on stories. he’s one of your best friends not only at the bugle, but in your entire life. the many long nights you’ve spent collaborating have brought you close to each other. they consist of drinking and deep talks, along with some actual work. he takes the pictures, you do the writing. you’ve been told you make a lovely pair.

peter says it himself, too. you’d like to believe he means it as more than coworkers. he’s so caring, and smart, and pure, and peter. yeah, you like him an awful lot. you can hardly stand the feeling of it sometimes.

the fact that you you haven’t come clean already is ridiculous.

“goddamn. not again,” you mutter out. “em, you better come look at this. it’s bad.” mj wheels over to you in her chair with a puzzled look. her eyes follow yours, landing on your computer. “leeds just sent this? to everyone?” she questions, your reply a short hum. you’re both staring daggers at the email your screen displays.

ned is responsible for assigning each journalist their own topics to cover. he’s been lacking a bit recently, having you write up think pieces on fluffy things. in other words, stuff that no one cares about. he asked you to compare oat milk and almond milk just last week. you’d hoped this week would be better, but here you are.

“this is ass. who does he think we are, buzzfeed?” mj scoffs at her own words. the daily bugle prides itself on being a reliable news source, on paper and tv. you’re starting to stoop down to the low level of your competitors. “he assigned me some tiktok dance trend. i’m not writing a single word about that app.” she sets her elbows down on the table, head in her hands.

“aw, why not? grandma mj isn’t down with the kids?” you tease and click out of the upsetting email. “i don’t write for kids,” mj deadpans. she pushes her glasses up on her nose. “what’d you get?” “the evolution of memes,” you gloomily reply. you’re surprised norman has been approving these topics. then again, ned is the head editor. he can do whatever he wants regardless of approval.

mj glares over at the kitchen, where betty brant currently resides. she’s making two hot chocolates instead of her usual one. “i blame her,” mj mumbles to you. your eyebrows furrow. “dude, what? betty is an angel. she doesn’t even work in editing.” betty is the bugle’s highest rated anchorwoman. her and her news team are on people’s televisions every night.

“no, but she has been spending a generous amount of time with leeds,” mj grumbles. she’s admittedly very nosy. the upside is that she tells you any juicy office drama there is. “my theory is betty’s making him give us crap stories so she can report the good ones.” she glances over at you to see what you think. “no way. that can’t be allowed... or legal,” you laugh back.

as if on cue, ned appears next to betty in the kitchen. he takes the extra hot coco that’s piled high with whipped cream. betty tucks a sheet of paper into his suit pocket and kisses his cheek, then he’s gone. you can only gasp as you watch this unfold. what has she done to poor, clueless ned?

“not such an angel anymore, huh?” mj smirks in satisfaction. “suddenly, she has red horns and a pitchfork,” you bitterly agree with your tongue in your cheek. betty waves to you two on her way back to broadcasting. mj gives her a fake nice finger wave, you ignoring her. “we can’t sit back and let this happen, em. we have to do something,” you decide. “let’s tell norman.”

uninterested, mj takes off her glasses and starts to clean them. “like he’ll believe us. yeah, golden girl betty brant is sabotaging the writer’s room,” she rewords her previous statement to put its stupidity in perspective. you throw your hands up. “she is, though! we literally watched it happen!” mj puts her freshly wiped glasses back on and sighs.

“i doubt norman would care, y/n. every newspaper to ever exist is corrupt somehow.” your pessimistic old pal has a point. however, you’re not so willing to accept it. “why can’t we be the first one that isn’t?” you offer a small smile. mj snickers, wheeling back to her own computer. “those are words of the innocent.” she’s already tapping her fingers across the keyboard.

“i thought you weren’t doing the tiktok piece,” you say under your breath. you’re slightly pissed mj turned you down, since she’s the reason you know about betty’s meddling. “i’m not,” mj answers sharply. “i’m gonna email quentin and ask if we can change our topics. happy?” quentin beck is another editor in the building. he’s not bad, but he is intimidating. no one typically goes to him as their first option.

“i’m thrilled,” you confirm and grin at mj to emphasize it. “thanks for stepping up. you’re forgiven.” “i didn’t realize i had to be sorry,” mj notes, this time in a playful manor. she shakes her head as she begins writing. “you and your morals.”

what you value most in your career is honesty, under any circumstances. of course, the other daily bugle writers are the same. norman strictly prohibits clickbait and crazy headlines because that isn’t real news. you leave that to companies like buzzfeed. you’re honest in the sense that you say whatever has to be said, what everyone else is too afraid to. you’ll speak your truth no matter who tries to stop you.

it didn’t used to be that way. there’s some childhood trauma that remains deep in the back of your mind. you’ve left that behind you now, having over a decade to cope with it. hey, they say the past is in the past. what’s important is your takeaway, that you would never let yourself or anyone else be silenced from there on out. never again.

quentin ends up giving you the okay to write different stories. he lets you and mj choose choose your own because he’s got “better things to do” and you’re “big girls.” what a peach he is. mj goes with how capitalism is continuing to provoke global warming. she has something to say about every major world issue, and you admire the hell out of her for it.

you’re a bit stuck when it’s time to write your article. it’s terribly ironic because you pushed for this. you aren’t too worried, though. the city is crawling with material, so you’ll find what you’re looking for eventually. lucky for you, some much needed inspiration comes skipping out of the elevator.

“morning, peter,” you hear liz greet him at the front desk. she’s your floor’s receptionist. her wisdom and patience keep this place going. “hi, liz. how’s it going?” he asks. “things have been quiet... mostly. can i do anything for you?” liz peers up at him. peter sports a shy smile. “uh, yeah. mr. osborn wanted to see me?” “right. hang on.” she nods, dialing his office phone number.

it’s endearing how peter calls him mr. osborn, seeing as the rest of you go with norman. he’s probably the politest guy you’ve ever met.

grinning, liz puts down the phone. “you can go in whenever you’re ready. good luck!” peter laughs nervously and turns to leave. “thanks, you too.” his face falls when he realizes his mistake. “wait, i- i didn’t mean to say that. that was stupid. you’re not-“ “it’s fine, peter,” liz reassures him. his anxiety makes him trip over his words sometimes. that, and he’s a bit dorky in general. you find it rather adorable.

you also wonder what exactly he needs good luck for. he’s not even supposed to be working today, so your curiosity as to what’s going on has been piqued.

“um, i’m gonna go now. bye!” peter rushes off, his face tinted pink from the embarrassing encounter. you’re hoping he’ll stop and talk with you for a little while, but he heads straight to norman’s office. your whole body deflates at that. mj notices from her peripherals.

“what’s the matter? missing your hubby?” she coos, her words dripping in sarcasm. “no,” you lie. “i’m... i don’t know what to write about.” ok, there’s some truth. mj gives you a couple pats on the shoulder. “ask parker for help. you two work... well together. don’t you?” this must be the zillionth time you’ve heard that.

“we do,” you murmur and glance at norman’s closed door. peter is hidden behind it. “i just don’t wanna bug him. he has finals soon, and whatever norman is putting him up to. it’s my job, anyway.” mj pokes your arm. “those sound like excuses to me,” she concludes, still jabbing at you childishly. “you really just don’t wanna tell him you like-“

“can you keep it down?” you hiss, yanking your arm back. “he’s literally right over there.” peter stands up and shakes norman’s hand. you catch it through the blinds on his window. “y/n, you were drooling over his mere presence only minutes ago,” mj prefaces, a smile pulling at her lips. “you can handle three little words. i like you, that’s it. spit it out already.”

you’ll never admit this to mj, but she’s right. you lost your momentum after your first failed attempt to say the three little words. you’re still not sure what stopped you. you’d shared the details of that faithful night with her, and she’s been pushing you to try again since.

the door to norman’s office opens, and out walks peter. he’s beaming after their conversation, which seems like a good sign. harry passes peter on his way in to pay his dad a visit. he claps him on the shoulder, peter happily accepting before continuing his stride back into the main office. it takes a moment to register that he’s coming towards you.

you quickly set your focus back on your computer so he doesn’t think you’ve been watching him. even though, you definitely have.

“y/n!” peter calls your name. he’s on the opposite side of your table, in front of you. “peter!” you match his tone. “i was just dropping by. i thought i’d say hey while i’m here.” he’s still grinning. “what’re you doing?” he looks cute as ever in an oversized and cream colored sweater. his curls are slicked back with a tad too much product, cheeks rosy. you gaze up at him when he rests his arms on the table.

“pretending to be productive,” mj answers for you, pressing her lips together. peter cocks his head to the side. “pretending?” “ignore her. she’s being a shit stirrer today,” you explain. “like every other day,” he jokes, earning a laugh from you. mj just tuts and keeps writing. “talk about me like i’m not here,” she mumbles to herself, then gets back into her article.

“anyways, i thought you didn’t work today?” you ask to take the attention off yourself. also, because you’re curious. “oh! get this.” peter perks up even more, if that’s possible. he has energy like no other. “you know alex in broadcasting? betty’s camera guy?” “what about him?” you wonder. “he called in sick earlier this morning, with the flu or something.” he’s oddly excited to announce this. that prompts you to make a funny face.

biting back another smile, peter elaborates. “mr. osborn needed someone to fill in for him, so he picked me. i’ll be here all week.” it makes sense, since peter knows how to work a camera and does so wonderfully. you give him a celebratory push at his chest. “peter, that’s amazing! this is the perfect way to transition from pictures to film, right?” he’s nearing his finals at school, which consist of more movie-like projects. the news will be great practice.

then, he’s off to hollywood. you’ll put that out of your mind for now.

“exactly! i think it’ll be a good place to start. the pay isn’t bad either.” peter wiggles his eyebrows at you, you giggling once again. you do a lot of that when he’s around. that’s going to be more often now. “plus, i get to see you. everyone wins.” he squeezes your hand that was just on him. your heart begins to thump. “except alex,” you challenge, playing with his fingers. “but, for real. i’m happy you get to do this and that we’ll be spending more time together.”

“thanks, y/n/n. me too.” peter grins and leans over, taking a peek at your computer screen. there’s a blank word document on it. “you never told me what you’re up to,” he chuckles. “guess mj was right... nothing.” “i’m always right,” she chimes in from next to you. you look between the two of them with a scowl. “i haven’t found my story yet. i don’t know, this never happens.” peter nods as you share your dilemma. “no good ideas are coming to me,” you murmur.

“they will. you have a way of attracting things.” he licks his lower lip, your heart completely stopping this time. “well, i gotta go set up for rise and shine with betty brant.” he waves his hand like he’s presenting his words. that’s what betty calls her morning news segment. “be careful with her. she’s being really sketchy these days,” you warn peter, mj grunting in agreement.

confused, peter purses his lips. “really? ned says she’s a sweetheart. they’ve been going out for a while.” mj pops her head up and adjusts her glasses. “did ned also tell you she’s bribing him to give her all of our scoops?” she’s asking rhetorically because she already knows the answer. of course he didn’t. “it’s one thing to not like her. you’re just making things up now,” peter huffs.

mj kicks your foot under the table. “i told you no one would believe us. not even peter gullible parker.” “it’s benjamin,” he corrects her. “whatever,” she brushes it off, resuming her work.

peter does tend to be sort of naive, to only see the good in things when there’s plenty of bad. you’re the same in that way, unless you hang around mj for too long.

“is that true? betty’s stealing your stories?” peter turns to you and asks. you gesture to your screen. “i don’t have one, so you do the math.” he hums sympathetically. he’ll listen to you, never mj. “i’m sorry. thanks for telling me, y/n. i’ll watch out for her.” he bends his fingers to look like goggles, putting them around his eyes. you sigh lightheartedly.

“are you twenty two years old or twelve?” mj remarks, but not without a comeback from peter. “you’re, like, eighty five. worry about that.” they’ve had this type of banter for as long as you’ve known them. it’s equal parts amusing and exhausting. “don’t be late on your first day.” you snap peter out of it with a knowing smile. he returns it.

“i hope something crazy happens so you can write about it.” he’s walking backwards now, towards the elevator. “see you later, pete,” is all you say back, yet another laugh threatening to escape you. “see you. bye, michelle,” peter says just to bug her. “it’s mj,” she groans without looking up. he shrugs. “not so fun, is it?”

after peter is gone, you try to get back into work. or rather, you try to start your work. what he said about you having a way of attracting things keeps ringing in your head. was he flirting? no, he couldn’t have been. peter parker doesn’t flirt. words aren’t his strong suit, and you have countless memories that prove this to be true. earlier with liz, for example.

you’re probably reading way into this. peter was simply doing what any good friend would do and gave you advice.

it’s late in the afternoon when anything worth mentioning happens again. peter is still with betty, as far as you know. they’re probably preparing for the nighttime news now. all you’ve done since seeing him is nibble on snacks and bug mj, who’s almost done with her story despite your distractions. this is really bad, considering your deadline to submit is at the end of today.

you’ve never missed a deadline.

mj emails her work to quentin while you repeatedly bang your head on the table. she hits send before deciding to entertain you. “whatcha doing over there?” she cautiously prompts, powering off her computer. “trying to get an idea. i’m desperate, if you couldn’t tell.” your voice is muffled. “i could.” mj grabs your shoulders and pulls you back so you’re sitting up. you childishly pout.

“y/n, the only thing that’s gonna give you is brain damage,” mj says sternly, then softens her tone. “why don’t you ask for an extension? norman gives me them all the time.” whining, you slump down in your chair again. “yeah, but you’re you! we do things differently, have different expectations put on us.” she’s back to cold mj after you say that. “alright. at least i did something today besides pine over that little-“

mj’s insult for peter is interrupted by harry. “ladies, what’s shaking?” he comes up to you two with a the hint of smirk on his face. you manage a nod to acknowledge him. “oh, hey... harry,” mj unenthusiastically replies. she’s the one person who isn’t really a fan of him. “not much. y/n was just having a tantrum.” “she was not,” you dismiss her. “it’s work stuff. you know your dad.”

harry clicks his tongue in a teasing way. “yep, the grind never stops in this joint. boss man is...” he does the sign for cuckoo with his finger. you laugh a little at that. “in a good way,” you add on. mj only watches you two, blinking blankly. harry gives you a definitive pat on the back. “before i forget, he wants to see you.” that gets mj talking. “norman?” she questions. “your dad?” you choke out at the same time.

“who else? he said you two have to talk.” harry flashes you a weary smile. “have fun in there, old sport.” you’re too busy biting the skin off your bottom lip to respond. “mhm... she will,” mj speaks on your behalf. even she sounds worried. saluting you both, harry leaves to go pester your other colleagues. you’re completely and totally fucked.

“that’s it for me!” you grin sarcastically, freaked out by harry. “i’m fired, aren’t i? i’m definitely about to get fired, and it’s all because-“ “relax!” mj cuts off your rambling. she reaches down and grasps at your wrists. “get it together, y/l/n. you’re the best we have, okay? you aren’t going anywhere.” your grin becomes a frown. “then why does norman wanna talk to me? and, why don’t i have a story?”

mj always has the answers, but this time is the execption. she lets out a breath. “i don’t know. you’ll go find out and tell me what happens.” there’s no use protesting. you’re going to have to face whatever you’re about to at some point. “ok,” you give in, defeated. “i’ll be back soon, i hope.”

the walk to norman’s office feels like a walk of shame. mj can do nothing but sit back and observe it. if this ends the way you think it will, you’ll be collecting your things and won’t ever return. norman is a kind man, and he’s usually pretty understanding. he doesn’t mind the workplace shenanigans as long as you get your job done. unfortunately, you haven’t today.

you hear your boss’s booming voice when you approach his door. inhaling deep, you knock on it, and the room goes silent. “come in,” norman responds after a few seconds. mustering up a smile, you open the door to be met with your doom. “hi, am i interrupting something?” you check. “not at all! you’re just the person i wanted to see. sit, sit,” he beckons you over. he’s not using his angry voice, so maybe you’re in the clear. you enter the room as told.

you’re shocked to see a terrified peter is already in one of the chairs. he visibly relaxes a bit now that you’re here. what the hell is happening? whatever you were expecting, this was the last thing.

taking the armchair next to peter, you sit facing norman’s desk. you nudge his arm to get his attention. his big brown eyes lock with yours. “what’s going on?” you whisper. “no idea,” peter whispers back. the two of you turn to norman again when he claps his hands. he’s plopped down into his cushy leather seat.

“so,” he begins, gaze flicking from peter to you. “you kids know why you’re here?” “is it because i missed my deadline?” you blurt out. you’re once again a nervous wreck. peter doesn’t speak, just winces. “not that. although, i did hear from ned that you turned down his assignment.” norman flicks at a post-it on his desk. “i asked quentin for one instead. me and mj,” you explain, peter’s eyes going wide.

“you talked to quentin? that guy’s bad news,” he murmurs to you. “how so?” norman questions, since it’s his employee. “he- he, um,” peter clears his throat before answering, “he’s super critical, you know? hates all my pictures.” “i love your pictures,” you assure him, the corners of his lips turning up. “your style is so cool. yeah, though. quentin’s pretty bitter.”

considering this, norman drums his fingers on the desk. “i’ll look into that. but, that isn’t why you’re here. i’m letting you off the hook this time.” your whole demeanor changes and a huge weight lifts off of you. “really? you are?” “i have a scoop of my own that i want you to cover,” he continues, peter bumping your knee happily. a toothy grin takes over your face.

“since peter will be sticking around for a while, i want him to join you.” norman waits a beat in case you have any questions. it’s been a minute since you last worked together. peter laughs in disbelief. “you want me to take over for alex and do this?” norman nods proudly. “y/n will need the extra hands, if you have them.” “yes, sir. i do,” peter immediately confirms. “my last class is next thursday, so i have the time.”

“wait, so you’re almost done? that’s awesome!” you bump peter’s knee this time. “yup, all that’s left is finals... and studying.” he mindlessly takes your hand, lacing your fingers together. you’re enjoying his gentle touches. “thank you so much, norman. seriously, i appreciate this a lot,” you tell him and mean it. “hey, no problem,” he chuckles at your eagerness. you grip peter’s hand tighter.

“what’s the story?” “ah, yes. the most important part,” norman starts, peter sharing an excited look with you. “how familiar are you two with spider-man?” his excitement fades at the question posed. it’s unbeknownst to you, caught up in the moment. “uh, same as everyone else, i guess,” you casually reply. “how come?” “he’s your subject.” norman points at you both. “you’re gonna study him over these next few months.”

peter’s hand goes limp in yours, and he gulps hard, throat feeling dry. “you mean, like, an exposé?” “no, no. there will be no exposing,” norman clarifies. “i’m sure he wears the mask for a reason.” that settles peter only slightly. you’re not sure why he’s so tense all of a sudden. “what’s our aim here, then?” you steer the conversation.

“see what new york’s favorite hero gets up to every day, how his life is beyond the crime fighting,” norman further describes your task. peter exhales a shaky breath, shifting away from you in his seat. the golden sun hits his face and reveals a bead of sweat dripping down it. you stare at his figure in worry. “you okay, peter?” “fine. i’m just... hot,” he murmurs back. his sweater does look pretty heavy, so you concede.

getting back to norman’s story, you grimace at the idea. “do you really think people will want to read that? for lack of a better term, it sounds kind of...” you pause. “basic.” “i thought the same thing at first,” he surprisingly agrees with you. “harry pitched the idea to me this morning. you won’t believe it! the other night, he caught spider-man hanging outside his window.”

“harry... harry saw him?” peter squeaks out. he uses the wool material that feels like it’s swallowing him to dab at his forehead. “he stopped on his balcony. must have been pretty late, the kid’s a night owl,” norman says about his son. your face lights up as you listen to him. “he took some shots of spidey in action, when he swung off. i saw a few. they were pretty great.” he’s grinning at his son’s success.

“maybe he’ll get into photography with you, pete,” norman suggests. peter gives him a weak smile in return. “we’d be happy to have him.” he usually has a lot more to say about his career than that. his behavior is starting to genuinely concern you. “anyway,” norman gets back on topic, “it got me thinking. how much do we really know about this guy? we’re supposed to blindly put our trust in him?”

you’re beginning to see the appeal now. you’ve written your share of pieces on the avengers and their methods, tackling the same questions norman just asked you. spider-man shouldn’t be overlooked, especially when he operates so close to your home. this could be another revolutionary superhero story in the making. and, you get to bring peter along for the ride.

“you know what? this has a lot of potential,” you smile at norman, then peter. he has his phone in his lap, fingers flying across the screen. it must be something important. you’ll discuss with norman while he takes care of that. “we could make it a weekly thing, about spider-man’s adventures. find out what we can about the man behind the mask...” peter shoots up in his seat. “without taking it off,” you finish, putting his mind at ease.

“see, i knew you were gonna love it! it was a blessing in disguise, you missing that deadline.” norman bangs his fist on the table with a hearty laugh. “what do you say, peter? you still in?” peter slips his phone back in his pocket. his tongue pokes out to wet his lips. “oh, of course. i can’t wait to work with you, y/n/n,” he speaks in a monotone voice, adding on, “again.”

something is definitely bothering him, and it isn’t the weather.

“i gotta go. betty needs me upstairs, so,” peter moves to get up, his body stiff. you assume that’s who he was texting. “thank you again, mr. osborn.” he’s rushing out of the room just like that, until you call after him. “um, don’t you wanna set a time to meet up? so we can get started?” you reasonably ask. “i... i really gotta go. find me later,” peter tells you, giving you both a tight lipped smile and running off.

“the dynamic duo is back!” norman announces to you. you’re disappointed you can’t share that sentiment with peter.

he’s absolutely booking it down the stairs, not bothering to wait for the next elevator. this is bad. this is a nightmare.

peter went from having one of his best days in a while to the worst in not even a full round of work. today started off fine, and got better when norman promoted him. it got way better when you came along. he saw your smile that makes his insides tingle, heard your laugh that’s the prettiest sound to grace his ears, held your hand that he never wants let go.

things went a bit downhill after that. betty was pushy and yelled at him a lot, demanding he only film her good angles for the segment. you and mj weren’t wrong when you told him to be careful.

later on when he saw you again, everything was okay. he was physically shaking as brad told him mr. osborn requested to see him. brad is mr. osborn’s assistant. a try-hard for sure, but good at his job. why did mr. osborn call him in? did betty complain already?

they’d been sitting in mostly silence, save for small talk until you came knocking on the door. simply being next to you was enough to ground peter and his racing thoughts. it was enough, then it wasn’t.

the whole day had gone to shit after he found out you were going to be writing stories about his alter ego. not only that, but he was helping. during the pitch, he’d texted ned to meet him in the bathroom. he was really anxious and needed a friend who understood why.

ned accidentally found out peter is spider-man last year. it’s a long story that involves peter hiding from some bad guys in the building and ned shrieking so loud the lights flickered. they’re cool now that peter talked things through with him. his secret has been kept, from what he knows.

pushing open the men’s bathroom door, peter is a mixture of sweat and ragged breaths. he’s panting from his fast descent down the staircase. he takes in his disheveled appearance using one of the mirrors. his styled hair is now damp and undone, hands trembling and palms sweaty, chest heaving. here’s his daily reminder that anxiety is not cute. as if he didn’t know.

his stupid, gigantic freaking sweater is only making things worse. it’s suffocating him. no one else is in here, so peter pulls it over his head and tosses it to the ground. he’s got a t-shirt on underneath that happens to be black. what a convenient day for him to wear the hottest material there is.

peter splashes his face with some cold water next to try and cool himself down. that doesn’t do much for him. his face still feels like it’s on fire, but now it’s wet. he takes his hands through his mop of curls, backing away from the sink.

“fuck. fuck, fuck, fuck,” peter repeats to himself. he’s silent for a moment, then rage overcomes him. he kicks open a bathroom stall. “shit! i can’t do this. what am i supposed to-“

the door creeks open, so peter shuts up in case it isn’t ned. it thankfully is, and he wears a deep frown at the sight of his best friend. “dude, what happened? you look...” “terrible. i know,” peter finishes for him. he tugs at his locks in another attempt to tame them. ned approaches him carefully. “you’re not, like, dying... are you? because betty was telling me you have to-“ “of course you were with betty,” peter exhales in frustration. “no, ned. i’m not dying.”

in ned’s defense, the text he received was very alarming. all peter wrote was, ‘EMERGENCY. SOS.’

“i mean, yeah. it was my break.” ned sits on the ledge by the window, close to peter. “you do the same with y/n.” the mention of your name upsets peter all over again. he hides his face in his hands as ned watches. “if you’re not dying, then what’s the problem?” ned finally asks. “me and y/n...” peter removes his hands from his face, meeting ned’s worried eyes. “mr. osborn wants us to do a project together.”

“uh, peter? you’ve been saying how much you miss her forever, dude! you’re not excited?” ned snorts at him. he means well, but he has no clue what he’s talking about. “no. it’s supposed to be about spider-man,” peter answers angrily. this isn’t the support he was hoping for. realizing the severity of the situation, ned gets serious.

“oh... but, you’re still doing it?” he questions. “i didn’t have a choice,” peter scoffs out. “i can’t let either of them down.” “you’ll expose yourself!” ned escalates things further. “it’s not like that. we’re gonna follow spider-man around and post updates on him,” peter says, technically in the third person. he’s given an are you insane? look from ned.

“you are spider-man! and, no offense, but you’re not so good at hiding it,” ned refers to himself finding out. “how are you gonna be in two places at once?” damnit, peter hadn’t thought about that yet. he can’t be taking pictures of spider-man and swinging from building to building simultaneously. “i- i’ll figure it out,” peter stammers, unconvincingly.

ned looks him over in a disapproving way. “jeez. you’re really putting your life on the line for this girl-“ “woman,” peter interjects, not loving ned’s attitude towards you. “have some respect.” unfazed, ned gets up from the windowsill. “speaking of women, remember betty? you’re still on the clock,” he changes the subject. peter nearly forgot he has to go film her segment.

“i’ll head up to her now,” peter gives in. he scoops up his discarded sweater, not bothering to check his appearance again. ned follows behind him to the door. “we wrote her script together, you know,” he gladly informs peter, who already knows from you. “not really a flex,” peter mumbles his response. “peter, lighten up.” ned hits at his shoulder. the two of them exit the bathroom.

“you’ll figure this out later. i can always help.” he shoots him a sugary sweet smile. “thanks, ned. for talking with me and everything.” peter doesn’t smile back. they do a quick bro handshake, then they’re going their separate ways. “have a good show, dude!” ned yells back, to which he doesn’t get a response. peter doesn’t have it in him.

he allows himself to take the elevator back up to broadcasting. he’s so drained from the several anxiety attacks he endured. while peter waists for the elevator, he contemplates all the issues he’d better solve. it’s a relief to hear it ding because it brings him back to earth. that doesn’t last long because both you and betty are there when the door opens.

you’d each had the same idea, to find peter. unlike betty, your intentions were good. you asked liz if she saw peter leave. she told you he went downstairs, so you did also. betty was already in the elevator when it got to your stop. she was looking for him because, you guessed it, he had to record the news. the small space was filled with tension as you and betty occupied it.

“perfect. we’re going right back up,” betty beams, motioning for peter with her index finger. “hop in!” “coming,” peter does as told, going to stand between you and betty. she presses the button for your floor and theirs. the doors close. “pete?” you speak up, voice soft. “you kinda ran off earlier. i thought you were with betty.” “clearly, he wasn’t,” betty sneers.

you’re less concerned with her and more with peter. the sweater he looked so huggable in is now folded in his arms, his face splotchy and jaw clenched. he must have gotten triggered by something back in norman’s office.

“are you sure you’re okay? you... you can talk to me about it.” you take a step closer to peter, your doe eyes searching for his. he meets them with a tiny smile. at least, it’s real this time. “i’ll be fine, y/n/n. ‘s nice that you came to check on me, though.” “don’t mention it.” your arms loop around his neck and bring him into a hug. peter hugs you back by your middle, chin resting on your shoulder, breathing out in relief.

you keep your hands on his shoulders when you pull back. his stay on your sides, a lopsided grin now crossing his features. “spider-man...” you quirk an eyebrow. “how are you feeling about that?” “should be cool,” peter somehow maintains himself. “i’m mostly looking forward to doing it with you.”

listening in, betty joins the conversation. “what’s happening with spider-man? anything i should know?” her hand reaches into her bag and emerges with a notepad. does she ever think of her own content? “she’s nothing if not persistent,” you grumble to peter. chuckling, he pulls you into his chest. if he didn’t hold you back, you would’ve pounced on her.

“we’re gonna do a piece on him,” peter tells her. “you can’t copy or steal this one because it’s already been approved,” you contribute, smiling smugly as peter holds you tighter. betty is taken aback. “are you accusing me of stealing? who said i-“ “ned ratted on you... sorry,” peter says in a sing song voice. squealing, you jump away from him. “he did? we were right?”

“mj’s never wrong,” he reiterates. “mj knew about this? oh my god, i can’t believe her!” betty stomps her foot. “we got you on candid camera.” you make a clicking noise with your mouth. peter mimes taking a picture to back you up. “alright, alright. i won’t do it again,” betty mumbles, turning away from you two in annoyance.

“finally!” you hold up your hand for a high five, which peter gives you. “we really do make the best team,” he hums. your fingers intertwine with peter’s, and he lays his palm flat against yours. he prays extremely hard you don’t notice that it’s sweaty. you do, but you couldn’t care less.

“i was wondering when you’d wanna start our... research?” peter asks you, his lip between his teeth. “you were saying something earlier. maybe we could make a schedule.” “how elaborate of us that would be,” you tease. that earns a breathy laugh from peter. with a knowing smile, you put your free hand back on his shoulder.

“what are you doing tonight?”

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