#someone mentioned bringing this back so i'm doing the thing aha

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secret santa // day 1

content warnings; swearing, mention of boners, drinking?, pining and stressed matty lol

a/n; day 1 wooooo!!! For some reason, this is my longest fic i have for the 12 days, so we are starting with a bang, i guess?? I'm not totally sure how I feel about this fic... but tbh I never like anything I post, so that's not really new lol

word count; 4.2k

(this fic takes place pre-relationship)

12 days masterlist

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“Daddy!” is the first thing Matty hears when his daughter comes bounding into the house after school that day. Adam follows behind her with an exasperated look on his face, and her bright pink unicorn backpack slung over his shoulder.

“Hi mate, Annie has some very exciting news that she just can not stop talking about,” he says, stressing the fact that she just will not stop talking. Matty gives his friend an understanding nod as he takes his daughter's bag.

“Ah wow, how exciting! I can't wait to hear all about it,” Annie opens her mouth to talk, but Maty quickly cuts in before she can start, “After Uncle Adam leaves, okay? Say, thank you for picking me up to Uncle Adam!” 

Annie comes bounding up to Adam and hugs his legs. He can't help the smile that breaks out on his face. “Thank you, Uncle Adam!!” Annie says, looking up at him with that cheeky face he loves so much. Adam pats her head and waves to Matty before swiftly leaving to hang out with his much more peaceful son.

Matty manages to corral his daughter to sit at the kitchen table to share her very thrilling news, Annie is practically vibrating in her seat with excitement. Despite her palpable eagerness, Annie waited until Matty had sat down and given her a nod to start talking, something they had been working on.

As soon as she got the nod, words started vomiting out of Annie's mouth at a speed most people wouldn't be able to decipher. But if anyone was an expert on little Annie Healy, it was her dad.

“I get to do the Secret Santa!!” Annie eventually says, grinning so wide that Matty isn't sure her cheeks won't split. He pauses for a second, trying to process his daughter's words. How does she even know what secret Santa is?

“Oh wow, darling!” he says, fieigning happiness for his daughter, but his face tells another story, “That's great, sweetheart, but what does that mean exactly? Secret Santa with your friends? I thought we already got them presents?” Matty distinctly remembers about 2 hours in the Tesco toy aisle choosing out the perfect toy for each of her friends.

“Not for my friends silly,” Annie says sighing, as if her father's obliviousness was just so ridiculous, “for Miss y/n!!!” she smacks her hands on the table with a flourish, acting like this was an obvious piece of information.

Well, it certainly piqued Matty's interest. As did anything that involved your name, really. He remembers last month when someone got hired at Dirty Hit with the same name as you. Matty nearly got whiplash with how fast he turned when he first heard someone say “Y/n is here to see you!” The disappointment on his face must have scared the poor intern half to death. He quickly fixed his expression and was polite, but he felt his pulse racing under his skin.

“Ooh wow, munchkin, that's awesome! Did they give you a note or anything for me to have a look at?” Matty asks. He's sure they wouldn't trust a 6-year-old to relay this information.

Annie perked up at his words, “Oh yeah!” She says, jumping off her chair and scurrying over to her backpack. She unzips her bag and starts furiously pulling out different objects. Matty isn't sure how it all fits in. It's like Mary Poppins bag. She pulls out 5 books, 2 jumpers, 6 pieces of mystery paper, 2 toys (that she is not allowed to bring to school) and one of mayhems toys before she shrieks out an “Aha!” and in her hand is a crumpled pink slip of paper.

she brings it over to Matty excitedly and shoves it into his hand before straightening her back and puffing her chest out, clearly proud to have been chosen. Matty laughs at his daughter's infallible confidence before trying to straighten out the paper enough to read what's written.

“Okay let's see…” Matty says to himself, “Congratulations! If you have received this note, you have been chosen for our teacher's Secret Santa program! We at bridgeside school believe that our amazing teachers also deserve gifts this holiday season, so we choose one student from each teacher's class to be their Secret Santa. Don't worry, parents, there's a £10 limit so no need to go too wild! Students are picked based on enthusiasm and progress in school, so you should be proud to be picked! Please ensure all gifts are given to reception by Monday next week to allow time to distribute them. Thank you!” Matty finishes reading the note under his breath, and he can't help but grin to himself at the fact Annie was specially chosen.

He puts the paper down on the table and turns around to Annie, who is standing beside him with a nervous look on her face. Matty pauses for a few seconds before jumping and grabbing her, Annie shrieks at the sudden attack. He pulls her onto his lap and begins tickling all over her, revelling in her roaring laughter and infectious smile.

“Specially chosen, huh!” Matty says loudly to his daughter, still squeezing her tight in his arms and tickling where he can reach. Annie nods as best she can whilst being attacked with tickles, and Matty laughs at her gappy grin.

He soon lets up and leaves Annie sitting in his lap, looking happy as can be, “I know, Daddy!! The headmistress came to me today and said it because I've been trying so hard at my spelling!” she says, the look of pride on her face made mattys heart swell.

He remembers the late nights of practising her spelling. At the last parent’s evening, you had brought up Annie was falling behind a small bit in the weekly spelling tests. Not too much, but enough where some work at home would be beneficial. So Matty dedicated every Monday night as spelling night, and he and Annie sat and worked on it. He couldn't be happier that their hard work was recognised or that she's making such good progress.

It's then that the gravity of the situation at hand hits Matty. He has to buy a gift for you. For YOU. For the woman he… cares a great deal about. What does he buy? And for only £10! What good can he get with that? He didn't want to give you a shitty bottle of wine, this is his first opportunity to give you a gift and he wasn't about to fuck it up with a bad pinot.

Knowing he was about to spiral, Matty sent Annie off with a genuine smile and a quick hug. Annie being Annie, ran off oblivious to her dad's growing stress and began trolling around the house looking for mayhem. She had got some new hairclips in a magazine and was determined to give him a makeover.

Before he could go completely insane, Matty ran into the kitchen for his phone and just dialled the most recent number he called. Anyone would help right now, Matty was just sick of his own mind. 

“Hey Matty, you alright?” Ah, Adam, perfect. He was level-headed, a good dad, and knows how to deal with Matty’s hysteria. 

“Adam.” Matty starts in a disturbingly calm voice, “How could you just LEAVE when you knew what Annie was going to say?!?!” Matty scolded his best friend and was just met with the sound of laughter over the phone. 

“Why would I stay? It's no big deal, right? You have said on many occasions you feel totally neutral about Miss y/n, so I felt no need to stay” Adam teased, having had many conversations with Matty about his clear crush on you.

He first saw it at the school parent's day, he and Matty were casually chatting when you walked over and he saw his friend change in front of his eyes, suddenly becoming a lovesick 16-year-old. But Matty insisted he didn't have feelings for you, according to Matty he was “remarkably and totally neutral towards you”. 

Adam decided this news was a great way to test this theory. As soon as he heard Annie chattering on, he knew Matty would freak out, grab his phone, and call him. So when he got home, Adam simply made a cup of tea and sat down with his phone in his hand, waiting for a call. And 20 minutes later, his phone rang.

Silence is all Adam heard over the phone for a good few seconds, and he could almost see Matty weighing up his options with that scrunched-up face he does. He picked up his tea and loudly took a sip, reminding Matty of his presence.

On the other end of the line, Matty was doing exactly that. Does he embarrass himself and admit his feelings in exchange for help? Or does he fight to keep the last shred of dignity he had?

“Fine. I really really like her. Are you happy now?” Matty sighed, deciding that any dignity he might have had in the eyes of Adam died when he found him passed out in a bin with George at 19.

Adam grinned teasingly on the other side of the phone but decided to leave any real teasing for in person. It's just no fun when you can't see Matty's cheeks gradually turning more pink. “Okay. now that we've got that out of the way, what the fuck are you gonna get her?”

Matty scoffed at his friend's question, “Mate. Why the fuck do you think I'm calling? I have no idea!! I don't want to be boring and just get a candle and a bottle of wine.” Matty pauses thoughtfully for a moment before returning to his ramble, “although she does like candles. I remember her saying her apartment is covered in them, she even set off the smoke detector once. And she is always smelling like Jasmine so maybe that is her favourite scent? God she smells so good, you know I think her shampoo is apple and that mixed with-”

Adam cut Matty off before he started giving him your home address and national insurance number, “Dude how do you know what scent shampoo she uses? God, you're such a stalker. Don't go full Dahmer on this girl, yeah?” Adam jokes.

“It's not my fault she has nice hair! Anyway, shut up. You are not being helpful right now” Matty whines petulantly, and Adam realises he's actually freaking out about this. He decided it was time to go full dad mode and be supportive.

“Right, it's clear you know a lot about her, so why don't we focus on that? Do you know her favourite perfume or something? Maybe some jewellery she wants? I’m assuming you are not sticking to the £10 limit”

Matty simply scoffs, confirming Adam’s suspicion. Before he can continue throwing ideas at Matty, he hears him gasp, “I know what to get her!” Matty says excitedly.

Once again, silence falls over the two men, and Adam sighs, knowing what Matty wants, “and what is that, Matthew?” he says with sarcastic excitement filling his voice. 

Adam can hear the grin over the phone as Matty speaks, “I'm going to get her a copy of “The Little Prince” but a proper nice one, first edition in the original French and everything” he puffed out his chest in pride as he finished, despite no one being around to see him.

“A kid's book? Matty shes a teacher. I'm sure she's sick of kid’s books, why would you get her that? Does she even know French?” Adam can't help but think Matty saw a copy on her desk and just assumed she liked it. Maybe she was just teaching with it, and Matty took the idea and ran.

“No no, you don't get it,” Matty starts, “it was her favourite book as a kid. She was obsessed and read it cover to cover so many times the spine fell apart. She told me that this book is what made her want to teach. As soon as she read it, she went into her class the next day and did a whole presentation on it, read it to her whole class, and answered questions." Matty envisioned an 8-year-old you buzzing with excitement talking about the book, your teacher smiling and encouraging as you were blabbering on.

"She had a copy from her grandmother that she treasured, but it got lost in the jumble when she moved. It was in the original French, and she learnt French just to be able to read it. Nothing means more to her than this book.” As he finished, Matty noticed the massive grin on his face, something that was inevitable whenever he spoke about you.

He decided not to talk about the one time he actually heard you speak French, not wanting to share the experience of trying to hide a boner during a school-wide meeting and sneaking off to his car pretty quickly after it wrapped up.

Adam was taken aback by Matty's words. Who was this person, and what did he do to his best mate? He's pretty sure for his last situation-ships birthday, Matty got her a card with a bouquet of lilies. And she was allergic to lilies.

But here he was, considering things you loved in childhood, things that actually mean something to you. He had never seen Matty so infatuated with someone, remembering every little thing they ever said.

Matty was in love with you. 

“Fuck man you are whipped” is what Adam decided to say, not sure whether Matty had come to the whole “love” realisation by himself yet.

“Ha ha ha, Adam you're so funny.” Matty said, his voice dripping with sarcasm, “So do you think it is okay? She’ll like it?” he anxiously chewed on his nails as he spoke, desperate not to fuck this up.

“It's perfect. She's gonna love it, if you can find one that is” came Adam's response, he decided to lay off the comedic responses for a little bit, just to stop Matty from having a mental breakdown. 

“Oh I'll find one. Otherwise, I'll have to get her a candle, and that's just shite” his confidence was clear through the phone. And a determined Matty is someone who gets something done, whether you like it or not.

As soon as he knew what to get, he practically hung up on Hann mid-sentence, but he stayed long enough to give him a rushed goodbye. Not quite long enough to say thank you, however, but Adam got a text a few seconds later simply saying, “Thank you, I needed that”

Adam, being a middle-aged man, simply sent back a thumbs-up emoji, ‘an image that speaks a thousand words’ he thought.

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After a week of calling every rare bookshop in the area, Matty managed to get his hands on a first edition of “The Little Prince”, for substantially more than £10 but that secret was between him, god and his wallet. 

He explained to the school that Annie wanted to give her gift to you personally, so he asked if he could bring it directly to you on Friday. By some grace of god, the school agreed, and here Matty was standing outside your door gift bag in hand and pulling anxiously at his shirt.

“Matty!” You say in shock as you open the door, a beaming smile on your face. Matty took in your dress and almost had to grip the door frame to steady himself. It was the staff Christmas party that night, and it was clear you were all dressed up and ready. You stood in a sleek black dress, nothing glittery or fancy, but the way it looked on you had Matty's hands itching to touch you.

“I'm here too miss y/n” came a little voice from below. You were too busy staring into Matty’s eyes and watching them skirt over your body. 

“Oh, Annie! I'm so sorry, sweetheart, your daddy is so tall I almost missed you!” You laugh out and pat Annie's head in apology. Matty couldn't help but preen at the mention of his height.

“I'm so sorry to interrupt you. You look amazing, by the way. Well, not like - not amazing in a creepy way - I mean-” Matty stuttered, trying to get back to his point. You simply nod along with his words and bit the inside of your cheek to hide the smirk threatening to break across your face.

“Anyway,” Matty said after he pulled himself together with a shake of his head, “we're here to give you your Secret Santa present! Annie, do you want to pass it to miss y/n?” he patted his daughter on the back and passed her the gift.

With flushed cheeks and a pink nose from the cold, Annie grinned up to you and passed the bag over. Matty had added a few filler presents, a candle and a bottle of perfume Annie chose, and that he thought you'd like. Just the book felt… odd. A little too personal, maybe, he didn't want to scare you off with his slightly stalker-like tendencies.

“Wow! Thank you, Annie! I didn't think I was even in this year's Secret Santa!” You lie, you knew Annie was your gift giver the day she got chosen. That cheesy smile wouldn't leave her face all day.

Annie giggled clung to her dad's leg, suddenly feeling shy at the attention. Matty simply smiled at his daughter and began to fiddle with her curls.

“Okay well, we will leave you to go to your party now. I hope you have a good time! Say bye to miss y/n Annie,” Matty prompts his daughter, who gives you a wave and runs away. Matty spins on his heels and begins to follow before turning around to say one last thing. 

“I meant what I said earlier, by the way. You look beautiful” he said with a bashful smile, acting almost as shy as his daughter just had. 

Words escaped you at that moment. You wanted to run and give him a hug for the present and a kiss for the compliment, but you simply whispered, “Thank you, Matty.”

The door had barely clicked shut, and you had already all but ran to your desk to open your present, your heart in your mouth at the prospect of a gift from Matty. Well, technically from Annie, but you're pretty sure if Matty gave her £10 and let her loose in Tesco, the present would end up being something totally random like a bag of celery.

But maybe you were reading too much into this. Your silly schoolgirl crush has just been growing and growing over the passing months. Your heart aches for Matty. It has gotten to the point where you sit in bed late at night and perform autopsies on conversations you had months ago. Desperate to find something said in the unsaid, something new.

You won't see him for a week, and you'll convince yourself it's just a physical attraction thing, a casual crush. But then you see him swooping in at pick up with his rockstar sunglasses and beautiful curls, and you feel your heart stutter and pause. Every time you speak with him, butterflies hammer at your ribs, and your brain seems to just stop around him. Much to your embarrassment. 

Recently, you vowed to be more natural around him, totally normal. However, trying to play it cool and casual is a great plan in theory, but attempting to do that whilst looking into his eyes is an almost impossible task.

But tonight, you managed to at least play it off like Matty's comment didn't knock the wind out of you. His calling you beautiful was going to go around and around in your head for weeks. You wish you could have memorised the moment better. You should focus on his shy smile or the way he wrung his hands together anxiously. Maybe even the look of pure love in his eyes.

But you were too busy internally repeating to yourself “Don't fall over. Don't act like a twat. Make sure to smile and not freeze.” so all of those small things got lost in the jumble of thoughts.

As you pulled the tissue out of the paper, a waft of matty hit your nostrils. god, were you that desperate that even tissue paper smells like him now? You could swear it has that same musk and warmth that follows him around.

Little did you know Matty had to actively choose not to constantly think about you. He has to try not to think about the way you bite your lip when you're focusing on something. Or the way you fiddle with your hair when you're nervous, twisting it around your fingers absentmindedly. Or even the way your cheeks flush when someone compliments you, the way it spreads from your cheeks to over your nose and down to your neck. He has to really try not to think about your neck, to not obsess over the thought of pressing kisses up and down it as you giggle into him. But alas, he had actual adult responsibilities, much to his dismay, so he couldn't just sit and analyse you every waking moment.

You stick your hand in and grab something that feels like a candle, and it is… oh. It's a candle. Huh.

You're not disappointed. It smells good and has a beautiful jar, but you can't help but feel slightly odd at the lack of warmth. But whatever, you were expecting too much anyway. A candle and a bottle of wine are perfectly normal Secret Santa presents, and why should you expect anything other than that? Just because you were lusting after Matty doesn't mean he thought about you any longer than he had to.

You shake off any disappointment you had and resign yourself to the idea that this is a totally normal parent present. There won't be anything amazing or showstopping. The budget was £10 and you're sure not even world famous rock star Matty Healy could get anything good with that.

You pull out the perfume next, immediately smiling as you notice it's your favourite scent, jasmine. What a lucky guess. It's a nice bottle, too. It had you immediately thinking of a use for it afterwards, the same way any nice bottle or jar does. You must have a collection of 20 candle jars on your mantle at home filled with knickknacks, little things from the kids, or strange porcelain figures you didn't have the heart to leave in a charity shop.

The bag is still heavy in your hands, but you scrunch your face in confusion. Surely there's no budget left? Tentatively, you reach in and feel a book, which is even more confusing to you, but you pull it out anyway, interested to see what Matty thought you read.

Oh. fuck. 

There in your hands was your childhood in physical form, the curly script reading “le petit prince.” Your eyes skirt over the cover as they well up. Slowly, you spin the book around and audibly gasp as you look it over, admiring its worn spine and somehow pristine cover. 

Your vision is foggy, tears gathering at your lash line and you're intent on not letting them fall, but as soon as you open the book and a small certificate of authenticity falls out you can't help but wetly laugh in shock as tears stream down your cheeks.

The first edition of your favourite book of all time. The book that meant everything to you, everything to your grandmother. You never thought you'd see a first edition in real life, let alone own one.

With shaky hands, you carefully pull apart the pages and begin to read, muttering the french under your breath. Tears drip onto the desk and blow you. You sniffle and bring a shaky hand up to wipe them away, but it's futile. They continue to find their way down your cheeks.

With a pounding heart, you place down the book with the care of handling a newborn baby, and as you do so a small white slip of paper under the certificate catches your eye. You slide it out from under and try and read it despite your wet eyes.

“To y/n,

I know this is over the limit, but I also know what this book means to you. I still remember talking about it in depth on World Book Day. Us two huddled in a corner, trying to escape the other parents. Your vulnerability and honesty that day meant so much to me. Thank you for sharing. also, thank you for being the very best teacher to my little girl. I don't know where either of us would be without you. Anyway, I'll stop rambling now, Let's keep this gift between us, though, huh? I wouldn't want Mr. Johnson from the year 5 class to find out his nice cheese platter isn't the best gift of the year.

Happy holidays darling, 

Matty x”

Well, safe to say any hope of that crush faltering had just died and gone to hell. 

[juliedrawz]

I saw some old posts where people addressed Héctor's flaws. I got stomach aches reading them because I think they got it totally wrong! I couldn't get it out of my mind, so here I am, putting my salt into the soup!

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First things first, EVERYONE's got flaws! Nobody is perfect. Everyone's done and is doing mistakes. And with Héctor, we need to look very carefully, consider 1. His character and 2. His situation.

Right off the bat, what some see as flaws are actually GOOD character traits merely tending to bring trouble because the world is dark and twisted most of the time! Héctor is one of the most selfless and altruistic characters ever! He'd give everything for those he loves and this immense love also makes him reckless sometimes.

Let's beginn with the first flaw pointed out by others.

"Héctor let himself be persuaded to go on tour with Ernesto. He should have said no."

Yes, Ernesto talked Héctor into his idea, BUT, they were best friends! As close as brothers! Héctor came along because 1. He loved Ernesto and 2. He wanted to provide for his wife and daughter! Even if that meant he had to do something he was slightly uncomfortable with. Ignoring his wants to stay at home, he took the chance! He took the risk. If being away for a while meant more money and hence a better life for his family, he gladly make that jump! It is absolutely selfless but also admireble! Like, that's what a good father does! He couldn't have know how much Ernesto would change during that time, nor that he would eventually snap and get him killed. And Héctor did stand up for himself! He's not a weak, idiot who let's himself get pushed around! Most of the time he's just peace seeking and slow to anger! Which, are RIGHT traits according to God! And to me too! It might get you hurt and some people might take adventage of your kindness but what exactly is bad then? Your kindness, selflessness or those mean people? Aha, see what I'm getting at? Nobody should change their positove traits or harden their hearts just because others are in darkness! It's a whole different thing to draw lines and stand up for yourself. And Héctor does!

"His irresbonsibility"

*big sigh* Ok, there are 2 reasons mentioned to put the stamp irresponsible on Héctor's forehead and it get's me mad!

The thing about him lending things and losing them all! Well, Héctor tried desperatly to cross the flower bridge for decades! He tried everything to cross. Lending himself stuff and noz being able to return them wasn't because he's careless and irresponsible! He just couldn't bring them back! Take a look at his broken bones, his knocked out teeth, his scratches and THINK for a second! All the horrific accidents he must have gotten into. He surely aimed to bring each and every item back but they all got lost or destroyed in the process. And I don't think Héctor made an attempt to cross with it most likely failing at the back of his mind. He just went for it! Remember how he bolted forward once he was through the check? All his mind is focused on is "I need to get to and see my baby!" And before that it was "I need to get to and see my wife and baby!"

If Héctor had the chance to bring the items back, he would have! He wanted to take the Frida costume back but who forbit him to do so? The officer! (Joke's on him though because it'll be Ceci giving him hell later"

He was being irresponsible with Miguel ...

Someone said it would have been easier to just hand over Miguel to the police and have them sort it out! Well, have you seen how Miguel ran from his own family to get his way? He ran from Héctor too once he figured out Miguel had relatives around! Héctor helped Miguel first and foremost because out of desperstion! Miguel was the BIGGEST ticket for him to be able to cross, by letting him bring the photo back. But for Miguel to do so, he had to help him bring him to Ernesto. And that's what Héctor did. He tried hi best to get Miguel to Ernesto as fast as possible. Not to forget, that it was a race of life and death for both.

And Miguel is a kid! And obviously he's acting like one now and then! And Héctor paniced when Miguel ran off. Because he worried for him! If his deal wouldn't work, he would look for another way but Miguel could die! Yes, Héctor might not always make right decissions, but he is giving his best and he always means well! And we also need tp consider his condition! He knows he'll most likely not last the night, yet he still risks that and helps Miguel.

Of course we see Hèctor later on pleading with Miguel one last time that they had a deal but then in the cenote, he caves in. He's getting weaker by the second, the process of him fading has begun. And even through his pain, he is still comforting Miguel.

Him being clumsy and him lying is also often seen as one of his flaws. And while I absolutely agree, that yes, he's a huge clutz and he's both accident prone and sometimes too reckless when it comes to his own health and savety, I wouldn't call his lying a flaw in the classical way. Because, the only times we see Héctor lying in the movie is so he can get as much as a hinge closer to his goal of crossing the bridge. That's how important his daughter is to him! Lying is never good, but he lies out of desperation. (In my book, young Héctor sometimes used his catch phrase "That was a lie! I apologize for it!" as a means of his humor, and, or to calm his opposite. And Héctor is darn humorous!

Now to what I point out in my book, not necessarily flaws but things that get Héctor into trouble often

His kindness

His altruismn, selflessness

Him ignoring his own needs and wants for the wellbeing of others

His clumsiness

His recklessness

His trait to always see the good in people

His stubborness

And while most of those are wonderful character traits, as mentioned above, in a world where such personalities as Hèctor are rare, it's hard to get around.

What do you guy's think?

[rabuhiiro]

heart forecast

...oh dear god, please help me today!

[suou tsukasa / fem!reader]

SYNOPSIS — the smell of melted chocolates remain in the air after the 14th of february. most people would think that valentine's is over, but a certain knight thinks otherwise as he prepares a gift for someone whose birthday is two days after the holiday.

WARNINGS — gendered reader, with a set birthday and preference!

GENRE — fluff, (kinda) valentine special? dedicated to @narukape !!

"Maybe she'd like something a bit more bitter—? No, that's ridiculous. What kind of sweet tooth would like something bitter? Maybe something minty would go well with the occasion—"

"What the hell are you doing, Kasa?"

Yelping, the red-headed leader of KNIGHTS stood up from his crouching position, eyes wide as he faces his blue-eyed senior that had his hands on his hips. "S-Sena! What brings you here?"

"Look, I can't just stand here and watch you murmur to yourself while you ruin your posture crouching at the bottom cupboards." explained Izumi, sighing. "I can smell chocolates—didn't Valentine's already pass?"

Tsukasa fumbled with his uniform. "I know I could've had my gift ready two days ago..."

"Whaaatt? You're giving someone handmade chocolates!?" Izumi raised an eyebrow, leaning on the counter with a teasing glint in his eyes. "My, my, Kasa, I never took you to be that kind of person."

"I-It is only polite to gift someone something for their birthday, Sena!" The purple-eyed teenager retorted. "There's nothing else behind it!"

Izumi tilted his head. "Wait, birthday?" He paused. "Aha, is it I think who it is?"

Tsukasa looked down in shame. "Please don't tease me about it..."

"Well that is indeed gentlemanly of you, Kasa!" Said Izumi with somewhat sarcastic praise, not listening to his plea. "Especially since you're aware of her big and obvious crush on you, no?"

"I-I am fully aware, yes...!" Tsukasa exclaimed, a pink blush adorning his cheeks. "It would make her happy! It is only proper to make a lady happy on her special day—!"

"But you'd give her false hope, Suu," said Ritsu from behind the red-head with a mischievous grin. "Though, that wouldn't be a problem unless you like her back~?"

"I DO NOT HAVE TIME FOR THOSE KINDS OF THINGS, RITSU!" Yelled Tsukasa in panic, turning around to face his black-haired unit mate with his ears turning red. "As I mentioned earlier, it is but a formal gesture!"

"But you didn't deny the fact that you like her?" Taunted Ritsu. "Oh dear, we have a bad case of a crush here."

Tsukasa started gripping his hair in irritation. "I don't like her, either! She's messy and forgetful, she doesn't even try to tidy up her hair after tying it, she overworks herself, she stresses out too much on things she shouldn't—!"

"Kasa, Kasa!" Izumi slapped the back of his head. "Liking someone isn't gonna kill you, idiot! No need to be so in denial about it!"

The KNIGHTS leader shook his head, on the verge of pulling his hair out because of his seniors. "I'm not in denial!"

Ritsu sighed, walked over to Izumi, and gave him a pat on the shoulder. "Let's leave him be, he'll figure out the obvious himself."

Izumi scoffed. "Fine," he replied, turning away and walking out of the kitchen with a wave of a hand. "I'll go find Leo so we can practice after lunch."

"Heh," Ritsu chuckled, leaning towards Tsukasa's ear with the same grin. "She likes milk chocolate with raisins and nuts, by the way."

Tsukasa crossed his arms and huffed, cheeks going pink. "How picky."

The older idol laughed. "Right?" He then gave him a pat on the shoulder too. "Good luck with your chocolate." He said before leaving the kitchen, probably to nap under another tree.

"...thank you." Murmured Tsukasa who was back to being alone in the kitchen in ES.

His eyebrow twitched. They're making me think I'm in denial, He thought. Which I'm sure I'm not. I'm only doing this purely out of formalities, yes. No more thoughts will eat my brain.

He was wrong.

Tsukasa stood in front of a theatre arts course classroom the next day, holding a heart-shaped box of what was obviously chocolates behind his back. His purple eyes wandered around the room to find a certain girl laughing and chatting with her friends. He was unable to take another step—he didn't know why, himself.

He watched as she talked, holding a notebook and pen in her hands at the same time. It looked like a graphing notebook—perhaps her unfinished math homework? He bit the inside of his cheek. She could've finished it the day prior. He thought.

[name] suddenly laughs at her s friend's statement, slamming her pen on the table they surrounded and coughing in surprise. Her [hair length] [hair color] hair was messy as usual, even if attempts to make it tidy were evident.

He liked her laugh. He never got to hear it a lot outside of school due to differences in jobs, but it was entertaining to say the least. Her laugh wasn't elegant or even formal in anyway—rather, it was funny. He almost laughed himself after hearing it with a little snort.

[name]'s classmates then started noticing the idol was waiting for someone as he stood in front of their doorway. Why was the leader of KNIGHTS in the theatre course area of Yumenosaki? [name]'s friend asked themselves that as they nudged her, nodding their head at Tsukasa's direction.

The girl glanced at him, her eyes turning wide and her cheeks turning pink. She stood up quickly. "K-Kasa! What brings you here?" She asked, her voice cracking.

Tsukasa cleared his throat, tightening his grip on the box behind his back. He could hear the little giggles from students passing by as they get a good view of the obviously romantic gift. He wanted to jump out of the building that moment.

...dear God, please help me today. He thought to himself.

He inhaled. "Do... Do you have a minute?" He asked slowly. [name] immediately nodded and shuffled through the classroom that now had their eyes on the two pink-faced teens.

"Yes...! I do have a minute!" Said [name] after standing in front of him. She ran a hand through her [hair color] hair. "Do you need anything?"

Tsukasa looked down at the floor, the ceiling, the rest of the classroom—anything that wasn't her eager eyes. He gulped, his mouth starting to feel dry. "W-Well, it's your birthday, right...?"

[name] nodded again. "Mhmm! I'm growing older, now—against my will, mind you."

The boy resisted the urge to chuckle and took a deep breath. Slowly, he revealed the heart-shaped box of chocolates from behind his back, handing it out to her whilst bowing. He was thankful his hair was long enough to cover his reddening face. "H-Happy Birthda—no, Valentine's? I mean, it is your birthday, but..."

She wasn't given any time to respond as the cheers of her classmates roared in the room, attracting passerbys that were curious enough to see what was going on. Murmurs mixed with the excited squeals that were deafening to their ears. A moment after, the school speakers started to ring, alerting them of the voice that was to be heard a second later.

"Aaa, aaaaaa—CAN EVERYBODY HEAR ME!?"

Every single person either flinched or covered their ears from the loud volume of a rather familiar voice. Tsukasa had sensed danger from the voices alone and squeezed his eyes shut.

"Leo! The volume is too loud, you could've made everyone deaf!" Said a scolding voice from the speakers. "I can't believe you even dragged me into this nonsense, we're not even supposed to be here, we're graduates!"

The massive iconic laugh of the person named Leo echoed throughout the whole school. "But we did get permission from Emperor, right!? We're fine~!"

A sigh was then given. "Please forgive us for taking your time, everyone." The voice apologized. "As you know, I'm Sena Izumi, and the loud idiot who almost bursted your earsdrums is Tsukinaga Leo. We are here to broadcast a message on Suou Tsukasa's behalf."

The previously silent school then started booming with whispers and excited giggles. Tsukasa felt many eyes on him—as he was supposed to be used to it, their gazes were not of the usual ones he knew was to be given. He hadn't expected this; he wasn't even expecting his own seniors to interfere! It was supposed to be a short interaction: him giving his gift to [name], greeting her a happy birthday, and then getting along with his day. But NO! They just HAD to do something stupid!

Tsukasa stood up straight, still holding out the box of chocolates, and then glancing at the speakers. "That is a complete lie! I hadn't requested anyone NOR any of you to deliver a message for me PUBLICLY!" He stated.

His two seniors seemed to have heard him clearly somehow, both chuckling at his response. "We know you didn't ask us to do this, Suo~! But it's for your own good, y'know?" Leo said, making Tsukasa's ears turn red in embarrassment. "It's not a want, it's a need!"

"WH—WHAT DO YOU MEAN—!?"

"Not everyone knows, but a certain friend of ours just turned older today, and it was a big deal for our dear little Kasa." Izumi started, ignoring Tsukasa's pleas to stop talking. "It was quite annoying seeing him fumble in the ES kitchen yesterday, wondering, 'What would [name] even like!? Dark chocolate? Milk chocolate!?' He had been murmuring the same thing over and over since the 14th! Why couldn't he have asked her? Because he's a coward, that's why!"

Giggles and teasing glances were thrown at the red-faced Tsukasa as he stood still in his place, powerless and unable to even speak a single word. [name] stared at the speakers with wide eyes, wanting to question the boy in front of her immediately but decided to listen in on the story more.

"Suo~ had been anticipating this day so badly, y'know?" Leo added. "He was more excited than [name] herself. I wondered if the Christmas spirit was late to get to him until Naru explained why he was as fidgety as a little kid. I was like, 'oh! So that means he wants to gift [name] something big? Does he like her that much?'"

"And Kasa was quick to retort with, 'no I do not! It is but a simple gesture of gratitude and formality!' and all the other things he says all the time." Sighed Izumi. "It's like that every time we mention [name]. 'She's messy and disorganized! She frequently stays up late, her eyebags can be mistaken for emo make up!' he says!" Laughs erupted from the surrounding students, making Tsukasa's hands shake in nervousness as the 'broadcast' went on.

Leo laughed along and sighed. "We are here today to show how proud we are of our little leader of KNIGHTS, despite him being in denial most of the time!" He stated. "You were in the process of giving the chocolates to [name], no?" He asked, and everyone knew he meant Tsukasa.

He stiffened. [name], meanwhile, glanced back at the boy after looking up at the speakers the whole time, her flustered expression catching the eyes of the witnesses from all around her.

"Hey, [name]!" Leo called. "There's a crumpled letter taped under the lid of the box—it's obviously written by Suo~! Fortunately, Naru was able to sneak it back in the gift before Suo~ could leave for school!"

The red-head perked up at the mention of the letter. Before Tsukasa could even react, [name] was swift enough to open the gift and take off the letter from the lid, moving it away from his extending hand as she read the contents with her hand raised up high.

"From what I remember, the letter says," Leo hummed. People could visualize him rubbing his cheek as he looked up at the ceiling in thought. "Thank you for being born. You are very special, and I appreciate you. Happy Birthday, dear."

Everyone went silent as they all processed the contents of the letter—the intended recipient staring at the said crumpled paper, her face slowly going as red as a sweet and ripe cherry. 'Dear'? She thought. ...DEAR!?

Tsukasa's thoughts were in an endless spiral.

He didn't think they'd find the letter he wrote on a whim—he thought it would be too much to give. He didn't even like her that way, he thought. But denial was a river in Egypt, and [name]'s feelings being reciprocated was definitely real.

He was slowly learning to accept it, and he kind of hated that.

[name] slowly lowered her hand, eyes glued onto the letter. Tsukasa then grabbed her hand and placed a kiss on her knuckles, causing both of their heart rates to increase simultaneously. He smiled against the skin of her hand, murmuring,

"Happy Birthday, and Happy Valentine's."

Cheers, screams, yells, and somehow the sound of metal clanging spread across the classroom. [name] and Tsukasa's flustered faces being displayed for everyone to see, it caused the word to spread like literal wildfire and eventually, the school erupted with celebration.

Ritsu and Arashi popped out from the back of the classroom, both giggling as the former held a camera in his hands. "The others are gonna love~ this."

Arashi sighed, leaning her head on the palm of her hand. "They look so adorable together! I wonder when the wedding will be~?" She asked, purposely increasing the volume of her voice to tease the two at the front.

[name] was speechless at that point—staring Tsukasa and their joined hands back and forth, stammering and unable to think straight. It was a hilarious sight for most.

...but it's a cute sight for me. Tsukasa thought, smiling softly to himself.

After realizing what kind of words his brain had just formed, he let go of her hand and grabbed his hair, squeezing his eyes shut in embarrassment. "GAH!"

The girl jumped in surprise. "WAH!?"

NOTES — HAPPY BIRTHDAY BITCH

[skzswife]

Why don't you come find out?

(Lee minho x fem reader)

⚠ warnings⚠ unprotected sex (in pt 2) reader has panic attack mean Minho Dom Minho toxic ex mentions of abuse I think that it lmk if not

Your best friend since 3rd grade decided to drag you to a party after you being in your room sulking after your boyfriend of 4 years cheated on you with the girl he told you not to worry about. This is how that went

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Gina busts through the door so hard you think it'll fly off the hinges "Get dressed noona" "for what" you say with a confused look on your face that she chuckles at "For the party we are going to so you'll stop sulking and talk to people, plus there'll be hot boyyys" she says wiggling her eyebrows "No" you deadpan pulling your covers back over your head "ughhhh girl you need to get out plus chan really misses you he hasn't seen you since Jack (your ex) and hes worried abt you" "...fine, only to make him feel better though" Gina practically tanks you out of bed by the ankles and to your closet "hmmm not this definitely not this a party not a church..AHA this will work!" She says as she pulls out a dark ruby colored mini dress with a small cutout in the chest and a slit in the thigh "oh wow didnt know we were going to a strip club." "Calm down girl its flattering and these shoes will work" she pulls out a pair of ruby red 2 inch heels "now go put these on and I'll do your makeup!" You reluctantly grab everything and get dressed she then does your makeup and you get in the car and a realization hits you "Wait!.. Chan is friends with Minho" "yeah its fine he said he probably wouldn't come anyway" " oh ok " you reply relieved you arrive and enter the building to be pulled into a bonecrushing hug by chan "Noona I missed you! I was so worried" "y-yeah chan im f-fine but I can't b-breathe" you wheeze out and he lets go quickly and you gasp for air "sorry I'm just excited to introduce you to my friends" "oh yay" you say faking excitement, Chan pulls you through a crowd to his group of friends and he starts introducing you "noona this is jisung,Felix,hyunjin,seungmin,I.N, changbin, and my other friend is missing but we'll find him later, they all excitedly shake your hand and hug you shouting his and omg you seem so cool and nice to meet yous after that you grab some water and start dancing with Gina when chan suddely grabs you and drags you over to his last friend who had just arrived and your jaw dropped it was ths one person you didn't want to see Lee Minho with that typical cocky smile "well hello kitty long time no see" you feign gagging and roll your eyes "you guys know each other?" "No chan we hate eachother." "Hate is a strong word princess" he says with fake pain on his face resulting in you walking away hoping he doesnt see your slightly red face (you hated him you really did didnt you? You wanted to but your heart betrayed you every time he was close god those perfect features made it so hard to hate him)

You spent a while dancing with Gina when you feel a hand on your shoulder and Gina gives you a look before walking away not knowing she was leaving you with someone from your past so bad you couldnt even bring yourself to tell her. You spin around and the blood drains from your face "R-rick?" The man smiles ominously "hey angel you look like you've seen a ghost whats wrong sweet cheeks?" You cant even speak and you just mutter "I- you-how-why.."

"Jeez miss me that much my sweet thing?" He chuckles as he raises a hand causing you to flinch and try to back away "Where do you think your going darling!?" He seethes as he grabs your wrist tight enough to make you since you speak in a quiet tone not wanting to cause a scene "p-please let me go I didnt do anything" "I know honey" he say as he caresses your cheek with his free hand and you try to pull away causing his grip to tighten "o-ow!" "Shut up and nothing will happen ok?" From across the room you see chan and Gina talking not realizing whats happening "I'll be quiet pmease just let me go your hurting me" "stop being dramtic unless you actually want me to hurt you y/n." He leans down to whisper something in your ear and smirks at you while letting go. You start hyperventilating and sobbing silently and start to have a panic attack and then in the blink of an eye Rick is on the floor with someone straddling him punching him relentlessly the person blurred by your tears says in between punches "when*punch* someone says * it hurts * you let * go if she says * let go * you let * go. Understood?" Rick nods desperately "y-yes I do" "good" then ths man suddenly pulls you into an embrace stroking your hair telling you its alright and you find yourself relaxing and then you realize who it is when chan comes over and yells "MINHO WHAT THE HELL YOU CANT JUST PUNCH PEOPLE UNTIL THEYRE BLEEDING FOR NO REASON!!" minho quietly replies because he doesnt want to stress you out more "no reason? Are you fucking serious right now chan? I was protecting YOUR friend from him because he was hurting her and weren't even paying attention and stop yelling right now your just going to make it worse." Chans angry expression drops immediately and he looks at you stepping toward you "did he hurt you Y/n? I'm sorry I should have paid attention to you are you okay?" As chan steps closer you look at him with red puffy eyes from crying and nuzzle farther into minhos chest "No chan im not okay. You promised me you would always be there to protect me and...you werent. Please leave me alone" "o-ok" chan replies stepping back as gina steps forward you step back behind lee know he puts an arm out signaling for her to stop but she just scoffs "dont tell me to stop shes my best friend I need to be there for her." Minho stands firm in between you and her "but you werent there for her that's my point she needed you and you werent there" you tug at his shirt signaling him to come down so you could whisper in his ear "I wanna leave" he nods and grabs your hand leading you through the crowd "We are leaving" he says as you exit and climb into his car the drive is silent but as you pull up you invite him in and he accepts you entwr your apartment and head to the couch as you sit he lays his head on your thighs blushing which makes you giggles "what's so funny L/N?" You blush at him calling you by your last name "nothing your just blushing and I thought it was cute" it takes him a bit to process and when he does it only takes a few seconds for your lips to be connected in a sloppy but passionate kiss teeth clashing but still hungry for more you climb onto his lap and start to grind earning a grunt from him that only riles you up more but he breaks the kiss "we shouldnt do this" "I dont care about the consequences I wanr you as much as I want to hate you I can't" you kiss him again this time with more lust behind it as you fumble to take your dress off breaking the kiss to do so you blush as he admires your chest as if its the most beautiful thing he's ever seen (to him it was) he stares wide eyed before he kisses you again and you melt into it tugging at his shirt desperately trying to get it off earning a chuckle from him "need help kitten?" You grumble as he breaks the kiss to take it off and now its your turn to stare 'i mean you always knew he was fit but DAMN' you think as you trace the ridges and valleys of his abs when something catches your eye.. A small scar on his stomach...

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[chaikachi]

Listen as a RG shipper who has been burned by other shows with ships I don’t wanna put my tin hat on. But NEO??? Has been using Oscar A LOT to mess with Ruby. And assuming she turned into Ruby to trick Oscar to get the lamp back in V7 👀👀👀 also I just rewatched V5 and when they all have a sit down he just stares at her and Ruby giggles and I’m like “HE THINKS SHES PRETTY AWWWW” like I’m not calling it shipbait bc I have no idea if they will become Bee levels of canon and I’ll be fine if they don’t. But MAN do they care about each other A Lot in canon to the point where the Optical Illusion character uses them to hurt each other. Like Yang? Her big sister totally get it. Penny? Neo knew when she died with her first body that’s her best friend after or alongside Weiss but Weiss isn’t dead. But OSCAR!?? The guy she only met THREE volumes ago HES the one who shows up? Not her UNCLE or JAUNE but FARMBOY????

Neo ships it (evily) is all I’m saying

I don't wanna get peoples hopes up in case crwby somehow swerves off course or we just don't get to see the end of the show, but I genuinely don't think it's shipbait at this point.

First want to bring up the v5 thing. Yes he stares at and giggles at her, firmly believe that boy had a case of love crush at first sight... but Ruby ends up mirroring very similar tone, dialogue, and body language later on in the fumble scene.

Oscar: Ah, sorry! Ruby: Heh, sorry-

Putting behind a read more cause i'm riled up with new rwby/whole loaf of rg bread zoomies and don't feel very coherent rn aha.

There is a post somewhere on this site that i can't find anymore which goes through all the BB/RG parallels (a shorter copy of it exists here on twitter) and that list since v9 just keeps getting longer.

Like... Sorry, Blake's biggest fear in v3 was that her past would come back and hurt those she loves. She is proven right to fear that when Adam shows up and attacks Yang and then because she can't handle that guilt, Blake runs away??

Vs.

Ruby, being terrified that if she carries on the path she's headed down, more of her friends will die. And Neo uses Oscar (and Little, who strongly parallels him) to prove Ruby's fears right which also leads her to 'running away'? Because the thought of hurting him, of losing him is just something Ruby can't bare????

Bro.

The ship parallels themselves are so specific and are absolutely worth mentioning, but RG itself stands so strongly even on it's own. The narrative orbits and constant, consistent emphasis on how much Ruby and Oscar care about each other is deafening at this point.

Just about everyone in the main cast has gone through huge portions of their character arcs in the previous eight volumes. Except for our protagonist... until now.

The scene we get in v9e8 where Neo uses Oscar as the last nail in Ruby's coffin ties him directly to her fatal flaw. They could have used anyone else. It could have been Yang. It could have been Qrow. It could have been her team partner Weiss. It could have been Blake, someone that's admitted to looking up to her. It could have been Penny a third time.

But. It. Wasn't.

It was Oscar.

Oscar, who was the first illusion Ruby saw when falling. Oscar, who is the only person she's close to that she didn't get to properly reunite with in v8. Oscar, who's absence in the Ever After has been SO STRONG to anyone that's paid attention to their dynamic up until now.

Ruby's fatal flaw is her grief, and by extension, loneliness and guilt. Ruby has shouldered all of this weight for so long alone and every volume up until now shows us that there is one person that made her feel like she was actually on equal footing for once. Maybe not completely alone. That she had someone looking out for her as much as she looked out for them. Oscar. And when Neo, the illusionist, uses Oscar's death against Ruby? That is her first of two breaking points.

I'm sorry - and i gotta emphasize this isn't directed at you so much as a general declaration - but at this point any anti, meaner, or non-believer that tries to tell me there is not very clear evidence in show pointing to RG needs to stop telling me to take off shipping glasses and has to just put like... normal reading glasses on lskd;jlfks

It is just... undeniable to me at this point. Despite still hearing people refer to them as siblings when it's like... if they wanted to emphasize the sibling bond, YANG WAS RIGHT FREAKING THERE!!

If Ruby is getting a love interest in show (cough cough she already has one) there is literally NO ONE else that fits the bill. They wouldn't introduce someone new this late in the game, and of the rest of the remaining cast, she has not been shown as close to any of them in the ways that tie to her character arc as strongly as this one does.

Ruby is the protagonist, Oscar is the deuteragonist. The core of this story orbits around both of them as the the chosen warrior destined to defeat Salem and barer of Oz's curse, respectively. Their individual character arcs also tie to and parallel each other's consistently: Oscar, who is trying so hard to hold onto his identity despite the merge vs Ruby who has spent this entire volume trying to push hers away.

Yes, all other Ruby ships are valid, don't get me wrong. But from a canon, narrative perspective, Rosegarden is the only one that is being pushed this aggressively.

And I can't be convinced otherwise at this point 🤡

[moriartyluver]

ARE YOU MINE CHAPTER II

"THEY SEEMED LIVELY," An emerald eyed young man chuckled 

Herder shook his head with a sigh "Too lively," He said in a thick german accent "They always come here to mess around with the instruments. In fact I can probably count on one hand how many times those delinquents have bought anything." 

"Delinquents? I believe you've caught my attention now, Herder." Albert smiled as the German walked over to where William's piano was, ready to check through it by the young man's request. 

"Well, for what they lack in basic respect for finely crafted instruments they make up for in being interesting," He said as he opened the large piano. 

It had taken quite a while to get to Q's but William had insisted that it be taken there, rather than being operated on at home. William had told his older brother he didn't want his mother finding out something was wrong with the piano or else it may ruin the surprise he had planned for her birthday. 

"They didn't seem that interesting." William scoffed as Albert narrowed his eyes at him "I mean, they were rather rowdy over a mere guitar, I don't suppose they have any hopes for their futures, causing disruption like that." 

"I'm sure you wouldn't care for the disruption if it weren't in your presence." Albert said harshly 

"Mm.. they are quite ambitious, especially that girl, (Name)." Herder hummed as he peered inside the piano, inspecting the keys mechanisms carefully. "She believes she's going to be the next big thing, a rockstar if you will. Her skills aren't too bad either but she did mention that she was struggling without an experienced manager to guide them, she is just a child afterall..."

If his interest hadn't been piqued already, it certainly was now. An idea had sprung to mind, but Albert was unsure as to whether he could bring it up without meeting this supposed band first. Besides, he already had alot on his hands with all the businesses his father had left him. 

"You've heard them play?" Albert asked 

"Indeed. Just a few small bits though, but they do performances on occasions, although I refuse to go." Herder said, feeling around the inside of the piano "Personally I prefer Jazz." 

"So they're just some wannabe rock band? As expected of them," William sighed "Everyone thinks they can be a musician nowadays, I blame tiktok." 

"Aha!" Herder exclaimed in satisfaction "I see your problem now. This key was disconnected, that's why it was making such dreadful noises." He said as William peered into the piano from beside him, watching as Herder explained it to him.

"Alright, can you fix it?" Asked William 

Herder nodded with a smile. "Give me five minutes and it'll be as good as new."

"Thank the lord," Albert muttered in annoyance "You wouldn't mind telling us more about this band?"

"What more is there to say?" Herder asked rhetorically as he pulled out a tool and began fiddling around in the piano "There's 4 of those trouble makers, especially the bassist and the backing guitarists, always breaking instruments and refusing to pay for them..tch..the drummer is alright but he doesn't exactly fit the image for their little band. I think the others consider themselves as anarchists of some sort, but that drummer of theirs sticks out like a very well behaved sore thumb."

He continued as he tinkered with the piano "Actually I think yesterday was the first time (named even bought anything here..a little red electric guitar. A fine piece for an aspiring rockstar. She said she came back to get the amp that came with it," His little German accent echoing within the piano walls "But personally I think she was just looking for someone she saw yesterday..probably took a fancy to him." 

"I could care less about some garage band.." Albert's younger brother huffed, crossing his arms "Aren't you done yet?"

"Looking for who?" Albert asked curiously

"Oh none other than your little brother..the William with more yellow-y hair." Herder finally stood up straight with a smile as he shut the piano "It seems that is all." He said, turning to Albert "I'll have it delivered back immediately, boss." 

Albert nodded, placing his hand on William's shoulder while they left through the door. "Yes, thank you again Herder."

'..I wonder what her name was..' 

Pale, nimble fingers pressed down on black and white piano keys, prompting an elegant tune in it's wake.

'She did say she had a band..didn't she?...what did she say they were called again..?'  The blond attempted to recall, reminiscing on the encounter, only a day prior.

The melody of piano echoed through the halls, the same few keys being played repeatedly to replicate the same bridge over and over  - almost obsessively-  like a broken record. It was as if he was trying to summon a ghostly image of her his thoughts, shutting his crimson eyes to visualise the memory. By now, he had been playing so quickly, not missing a note,  that the once beautiful song had turned sour while his fingers moved robotically. 

Faster.

Faster.

Faster.

"William!"

DUNG

William winced, both at the sound of the dull note he had mistakenly hit, and because his younger brother was calling out to him from behind, a concerned frown on his face.��

"Louis?" He whispered softly, turning to face him on his seat. 

"Are you alright, brother?" Louis asked, fiddling with the frame of his glasses "I was trying to tell you to quiet down, but you weren't answering me-"

"Good afternoon," Albert smiled, entering the large estate with his other brother while the others by the piano turned to look at him, smiling politely. "Was Will playing Tchaikovsky again?"

The dirty blond pulled a face, a mixture of confusion and disgust while William and Louis greeted Albert upon seeing him enter. 

"He has." Louis stated "All day." 

"Ever since yesterday afternoon, you've just been coming back to that piano, haven't you?" Albert chuckled "And swan's lake of all things?" 

The older William scoffed, moving past the brunette "He's been doing that since yesterday? How weird can you get..." he said, furrowing his eyebrows 

Of course, his brothers were unaware of the encounter  that he had had the day before, so they hadn't understood the significance that swan's lake held. 

"It isn't that much of an issue, brother." Louis said reassuringly "But I'd prefer a calmer environment to study.."

"I, I apologise.." William spoke "I've had a lot on my mind, that's all." 

Albert furrowed his eyebrows, approaching his brothers and leaning against the wooden piano. "That's rather typical of you." 

"Yes, well I'm always thinking." The blond said, his lips thinning in a frown. 

"About university perhaps?" Albert said, raising a brow curiously. "I don't blame you for being nervous of course, it's quite a change and it's less than a couple of months until freshers week at Oxford." 

"Still don't get why you wanna study maths," The other William chimed in as he held his phone in his hand, scrolling aimlessly through some social media app. "I mean Oxfords cool and all but what do you even do after that? Become a teacher?" 

The older William, Albert's biological brother, had been studying finance and marketing at King's college London university for the past 2 years, and in October, he was to return for his third and final year. Afterwards,  he secretly hoped to work for the Moriarty family company, lead by Albert following their father's passing. 

"If Will likes maths then I don't see why he shouldn't do it," Albert glared at his little brother. "He's good at everything, but maths is his passion, and he's pursuing it for that reason, unlike some of us." 

Chestnut coloured eyes looked up from the phone screen to the side of Albert's head "yeah well I don't think you liked business management much either," 

Louis let out an 'ahem', cutting between a potential quarrel between the two brothers. 

"I'm not worried, Albert." The blond William reassured "In fact, I'm rather excited." 

"I should hope so..honestly you could have gone a couple of years ago if it wasn't for the admissions board." The brunette sighed "Anyways, we fixed the piano and mother will be here in a bit to take William home, because he can't drive." Albert said, putting his hand on the dirty blond's shoulder 

Offended, the older William turned to Albert, glaring with his mouth agape. "I'll have you know I have my provisional license!" 

"Not enough to drive." 

"I don't have my driver's license," Louis said in attempt to avoid conflict once more. 

Out of all his brothers, he was likely the most sane. Albert was possibly an insane alcoholic who almost smiled when he heard his father died, the older William had a strange imposter syndrome which he disguised with narcissistic tendencies and the younger William didn't even use his real name and probably had a bookshelf fall on his head when he was a kid leading everyone to think he was autistic or something. 

"That's because you're barely 17," The younger William said. 

"Oh well forgive me for being too busy to do the test because I was preoccupied after the divorce because I was practically the only one there for-!" 

The door swung open once more. 

"Mother?" 

"William?" A dirty blond middle aged woman greeted "You and Albert are here early." She turned to the younger William and Louis by the piano "Other William, you're here too. Hello, Louis." She smiled, giving Louis a wave.

"Hello," Louis stood up straight from leaning against the piano, as his brothers followed. 

"Mother, hi." The dirty blond William said, somewhat surprised "Thank goodness you're here. I think I was starting to lose it. This one," He pointed his thumb to the other William who was still sat beside the piano. One could compare him to a little sad puppy. "Has been playing Tchaikovsky all day apparently."

"Don't be rude William, I'm sure it sounds lovely," Mrs moriarty furrowed her eyebrows, then turned to her other son "Albert, how have you been? I've heard you've made a few more investments." 

Albert nodded as Louis left to make some tea "Just a few more shops, nothing too major...although I've considered an entertainment agency, but that's yet to take off." He said "How have you been mother?" 

Previously, Albert, as well as his adopted brothers, didn't have the best relationship with Mrs Moriarty. After years of being married to the psycho she called her husband, it had made her a much different woman. She became constantly paranoid about her husband leaving her for another woman (even though she didn't like him much at all) or afraid her children were constantly in danger. 

At one point, she was convinced her second son, William was being bullied when he was in primary school because he had a bruise on his leg and ended up screaming at his teacher so hard she cried. 

Following the divorce though, that same William had convinced his mother to get therapy and ever since, she had been getting better, slowly but surely. She didn't even seem that affected by the death of her now ex-husband last year. 

"A lot better than I was this time last year," she said with a melancholic smile. "Congratulations by the way," she turned to William "Attending Oxford in the autumn...it's quite the accomplishment. It's a family tradition amongst the Moriartys..of course there would be no shame in not following it, traditions are meant to be broken in a time like ours, but I say it's the best place for a boy like you." 

William, who had often been treated coldly by Mrs Moriarty, before she started going to therapy, seemed a little surprised at the passing compliment. Even after she had started getting better, it was rare that Mrs Moriarty would come visit Albert, let alone her two adopted sons and they had only recently called her 'mother' for the first time too. 

Louis began to walk towards the kitchen "I'll get you some tea, mother," 

"Thank you Louis, two-" she started, cut off by Louis who flashed her a smile 

"Sugars and green tea, I remember." He said, leaving the large lounge.

Once Louis had finished brewing Mrs Moriarty her tea as well as for his other brothers and himself, they had all sat in the lounge, somewhat awkwardly until the older William made some comment about his plans for his final year 

"I'm rather excited for the second term," he told his mother. "I wonder if Colombia is as big as Kings..I used to get lost all the time when I first started." 

"Are you sure you even have the capabilities to study abroad by yourself?" Albert asked as he placed his teacup down on his saucer "And you'll be studying with the fourth years too..doesn't that trouble you?" 

Albert had just graduated a couple of months ago and was already swarmed with work, he didn't need to worry for his little brother getting lost in a city he barely knew. 

William was to go on an exchange programme in January to New York, which was quite the challenge for a boy who could count the number of nights he had spent away from home on one hand. There wasn't any particular reason for it, but his two adopted brothers both suspected it was because Albert was to do the same until the abrupt death of his father in his second year. Since then, he'd only ever taken care of his fathers affairs (financial, not romantic...Albert wasn't a predator after all) 

"I'll be fine, I'm not a child." He frowned "I'll be there until Easter and then return back to London just in time for finals and graduation." 

"I think it's a good idea," Louis spoke, "In fact, I'd like to go a year abroad myself when the time comes..it does foster independence after all." 

"Indeed," The younger William agreed, picking his teacup up "Sometimes you don't necessarily need to be ready to step outside of your comfort zone." 

"Well said," Mrs Moriarty smiled "University is the best opportunity to do so..in fact, that was how I was introduced to your father," she said to her two older sons. 

Cue another awkward silence. 

"My, would you look at the time," Albert looked at his Watch-less wrist before being nudged by Louis. He promptly fixated his gaze on his other wrist. "I should be going to bed soon." 

"At 7pm?" William raised an eyebrow as he looked to his mother in disbelief "how old are you, Albert, eight?" 

"Well I-" 

"Brother has a long day ahead of him tomorrow." William said calmly, standing up "he has to wake up at 4 am tomorrow morning to prepare for a meeting at work..it's a rather important one too."

He wasn't lying. Albert had a packed schedule tomorrow from travelling all the way to York for a meeting then back to London by midday and then to his office for another few hours to finish up on some projects, then he had a colleague's , a big stakeholder, wedding to attend as well as going shopping for a new suit and all that with barely any breaks in between. 

"Ah, my apologies, Albert," Mrs Moriarty said sympathetically "Come along, William. We must be going now if you want to finish buying your back to school essentials tomorrow..we have a long day ahead of us after all, of course not as much as Albert's.." 

"Bye then." William sighed and got to his feet, reluctantly saying his goodbyes as he left with his mother. 

For a moment, the three brothers stood in silence, the memory of Mr Moriarty death washing over them, before Louis eventually spoke. 

"I'm going to go revise.." He said quietly, slowly leaving the room as Albert let out a teasing remark.

His green eyes twinkled mischievously "Why exactly were you playing Tchaikovsky, Will?" 

William looked down, his long hair covering his face slightly, "I just remembered, I have something to do as well." He murmured following his brother out of the room. 

"If you say so," Albert chuckled, watching his brother rush off, uncharacteristically flustered. 

A/N: Mr moriarty fucking died 🤣🤣 deserved L + bozo + skill issue. bro u guys have no idea how hard it is to write a scene with the Moriarty brothers. Like I’m losing it with the two similar names and shit. Also to those of you who thought I’d make Mrs Moriarty dead or an abusive bitch, you thought wrong!! She and the og will are alive and getting the therapy they deserve!! If anyone gets mad at me for this, just say you don’t like character redemption with actually evil characters 🙄 anyways less about these stupid rich mfers, next chapter is focused on (Name) and her band of brokies

[vorish-wonderland]

You're a rare tiny species of mermaid, separated from your family in an unfamiliar environment. You're found by a curious moray, who offers to bring you somewhere nice and safe... something tells you this can't end well.

Includes: soft/safe vore, fearplay, unwilling prey, mentions of digestion

★✦A Narrow Escape✦★

☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ

The sea is a harsh environment.

Its waters are cold and unforgiving, especially to someone as small as you.

You were a mermaid the size of a shrimp, a very unfortunate size to be in this horrible world. A world that was kill or be killed, eat or be eaten.

You wish you were bigger. A size that would at least allow you to fight back against those who wanted to kill you.

You had gotten lost.

You might as well already be dead.

If not now, then you will be soon.

You're in unfamiliar waters, separated from your family, cold and alone.

You must be somewhere north... it's very cold...

So cold...

So cold.

"Huuuuuuuh...? What's this~?" A carefree voice asked. "An itty-bitty mermaid all alone~?"

You turned around to the direction of the voice, only to see a shadowy figure swimming away. You tried to follow it to see what this thing was, but it was just too fast for you. It swam in circles around you.

"You're so small... aren't you scaaaaared out here all alone...?" The voice asked. "Someone as small as you could be gobbled up at any second~ Aren't you nervous?"

You knew exactly what that was implying.

You aren't making it out of this alive.

"You're the size of a shrimp, hehe! In that case, why don't I call you Shrimpy?" The voice laughed to itself about the 'endearing' nickname it had given you.

The shadow finally stopped swimming in circles around you, allowing you to get a better look at him, and vice-versa.

"Oh that's strange..." He said. "Your kind isn't usually seen this far up north, what could you be doing here, Shrimpy?"

He's right. You live in the South of the Coral Sea, so someone like you was a rare sight around... wherever you are now.

"Hey, Shrimpy, you must be cold, aaaaaaren't you~?" He asked, in a sweet-ish voice. "I can bring you somewhere nice and warm and safe... doesn't that sound nice?"

Alarm bells began going off in your head.

"Aha, I'm right! You're shivering your tiny little arms off! C'mon, don't you wanna warm up~?"

The unfamiliar cold waters were too much for you... but you'd honestly prefer freezing to death to being eaten alive.

"Follow me, little Shrimpy~"

He grabbed your entire body with his hand alone, swimming off somewhere and dragging you along with him.

The easily 12-foot-long merman dragged you along with him for what felt like forever.

"We're here, Shrimpy~"

You could've sworn it felt even colder here.

"Heeeeeey Shrimpy... you're so small in my hands... if I squeezed ya, I bet you'd pop!" He told you, licking his lips. "Your blood would be everywhere... I bet your blood tastes delicious! But you know what...? Could I just...?"

He brought you closer to his face. He uncurled his fingers, allowing you a chance to escape, but before you took that chance, he licked you, tasting every part of your body from your tail to the top of your head.

...you really are going to die here. There's no doubt about it now.

The warmth you had temporarily experienced was replaced with a freezing cold as he savoured your taste in his mouth.

"Mmmmm~ Ehehe, you even taste like a shrimp, Shrimpy." He told you.

Now's your only chance of escaping. Even if you don't, it's better to die knowing you tried to escape rather than lying still and accepting your fate.

You tried to swim away.

"Oh. Tryna run? Well, part of the satisfaction is from the thrill of the hunt... so go ahead and swim away, Shrimpy, I'll give you a head start, even!"

He smirked.

"Not that it'll do ya any good~"

You swam as fast as you could, trying your hardest to escape this... predator.

This ravenous, carnivorous eel... can you even escape him? No, you can't, there's no way!

It's hopeless, but you have to keep going.

Otherwise you'll be-!

"Boo!"

You were grabbed tightly.

"Ehehe! Did you really think you could get away?" He laughed to himself. "I'm feeling nice, so I'll give you a tip for next time- well... not like there's gonna be a next time for ya. Aaaaaaanyways, morays like me tend to hide and ambush prey, so you're better off staying away from the reefs... but you'd be exposing yourself to a ton of predators, so you're kinda screwed either way, Shrimpy~"

You were completely frozen from fear. Every little cell in your body was telling you to try and escape.

"You ready~? Three, two, one, and!"

He stuffed you into his mouth.

He savoured your taste for as long as he could, he loved every second of it. The way you pounded your tiny fists against his teeth, like that would do anything...

It felt amazing, he'd play with you forever if he could, but...

"PLEASE DON'T! L-LET ME OUT, PLEASE, I'LL DO ANYTHING-!" You screamed, before...

Something sharp clamped onto your tail.

You're being dragged backwards. Deeper. Down into his throat.

It didn't matter how much you screamed, cried, pleaded, begged, he didn't care.

And then you were swallowed. The second jaws let go of your tail as you were sent downward, downward, downward...

Towards your final destination.

Floyd coiled himself around a rock, enjoying the feeling of a full belly and having a live tiny mermaid inside of him...

Now to just relax and digest for a bit...

Then he screamed out in pain as, from inside him, you bit the wall of his stomach as hard as you could.

"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR?!" He yelled.

"G-GET ME OUT!!" You sobbed.

"Aww, what's wrong, Shrimpy~?" He mockingly asked. "Sure, it'll hurt, it'll REALLY fucking hurt, but... after a while, you won't feel anything!"

He pressed his stomach against the rock he was coiled around, and you responded by once again biting him.

"Would you stop that?!" He yelled.

You kept biting, since that was clearly working.

"I SAID STOP!" He yelled, before punching himself in the gut.

It hurt, but you kept biting him.

"UGGGHHH, YOU'RE SO ANNOYING!" He yelled, angrily. "FINE. I'll let you out. It's not worth all this pain....."

Wait...

Wait, that worked?!

You're going to live!

"I really thought someone like you woulda just accepted their fate. Guess not." He sighed. "I'll go find something else to eat..."

You were so thankful to be let out into the water once more.

"You go on, swim away. But if I come across you again, you won't be so lucky."

And then, the eel swam away.

...

You really survived that...!

[urwendii]

Aha, caught you! wip ask game time! I'd like 🌀🌤️🌧️, please and thank you💛

🌀: Post the fic summary for a fic you haven't written/published yet. It can be hypothetical or something you really plan on releasing...

Well because I mentioned it on the server this morning. Prequel to Fuel to Fire.

Set up during the 3rd Age of Melkor's Chaining and before the birth of Ama in YT 1370, Arien takes notice of Eönwë's attentions and bring him in a dangerous game playing between her and Mairon.

🌤️: Share your favorite piece of dialogue from your WIP.

ok so i'm not sure i'll keep this in the final version but it made me laugh SO much.

"I have no interest in your connubial argument." Eönwë interjected icily. "Both of you have hurt someone I cherish and will now pay the price." Eönwë then turned to Melkor, eyes dark and mocking “connubial means conjugal.” (ch 5 of Qorinomi)

Unhinged Eönwë be savage.

🌧️: Share something angsty from your WIP.

MHHHH putting this under a cut because well, uncle Melkor is his self warning

The Vala let go of the other Maia for a minute, his countenance dramatically changing into one that triggered every survival instinct within Mairon.  “My grievances?”  he hissed as he towered over him. “My Lord-”  “Was it not you, who fled Utumno like a coward? was it not you who enjoyed leisure times while I was chained away and tormented? Was it not you who let Angband fall to disarray as you frolick with others? No Mairon, I do not have grievances but I am allowed to question your allegiances.” “I am here, am I not?” Mairon bit back, blood rushing through his ears. Melkor was regarding him, cold and calculating, then suddenly jerked his head in Arien’s direction. “Undress her.”  “Wha-” the order had been clearly enunciated, Mairon knew Melkor’s moods were unpredictable but even more so since his return with the cursed Stones. Still- “You seemed to have enjoyed your time with her, so I am asking you, Lieutenant, to undress her. Show me what was clearly of more importance than remaining here and preparing for my return.”  Behind Melkor, Arien had turned even paler, struggling against her bonds as she glanced at Mairon with pleading eyes.  “I’m waiting, Mairon.”  ‘If you wish to punish me, do it privately.’ but his Osanwë was brushed aside as Melkor leaned forward, one of his charred hands taking hold of his chin. “Why, you know I have a thing for fiery little flames.” (Airă'nár: All The Fire Bright)

[lume-nosity]

nerdy bf kazuha hcs !! (ugh yk kazuha is so yk like he's 🥰🥰 and like kazuha is so 😍😍😍😍 and then when he 😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘

contains: highschool au, mentions of other characters, mentions of getting high lol, kazuha wearing glasses 😋😋😋 (i hc that this man is blind. thick glasses, like a 200+ grade on his glasses.)

notes: here in the philippines, you just sit in one classroom with all the same people. so basically you and kazuha are in the same section, and he sits riiiight beside you. aside that this is vv messy lol, and my first time writing a hc format !, this was to make up for that kazuha fic for valentines that i didn't write lol

how is he like before classes?

he's running with you, why? he woke up late and rushed to class with you 💀

you're probably bugging him while he's spending free time in the library !!; "i need to study, dear..", he says, as he continues to be favored by most teachers...

of course — you have your own things to do and such so, you and him may just be staring at each other... until he's caught off guard by a mutual friend.

since kazuha and you decided to make your relationship public, kazuha has been suffering a few stolen haikus. you two have very few fingers to point, yet not a single one has been recovered.

how is he during class/in the middle of the day?

he's insufferable and cute, but mostly insufferable in the good way.

he's good at studying. he is smart, very, but when it comes to his "deep poems" it's probably something he scribbled while he was high lol.

in your row, (from left to right) you have kazuha, you, ayato, and yoimiya. whenever the other two aren't paying attention, kazuhas definitely teasing you.

...

"why don't you understand? it's quite simple..."

"just let me copy a few missing sentences??"

"no 🥰"

"little shit."

...

and oh man when you're daydreaming infront of him??? and he sees it???? AND YOU'RE STARING AT HIM FIXING HIS GLASSES?????? damn bro he's so fine

kazuha, while being a good student and never causing any fuss (at least nothing serious), might be reprimanded by teachers for paying attention to only you. jesus, it's a miracle you two have not been separated away just yet.

good lord he's honestly so demonic 😭, like you'll ask him "hey 'zuha, can i get some notes from you? i didn't copy fast enough.." and then he'll deny you for a bit before letting you copy 💀

and yk whats sexy and cool? volunteering to answer — you get nervous each time he raises his hand though...

does he bring you back home?

you bet your ass he does, and he's on time too. your poor boyfriend (not really, he does this willingly) multi-tasks while walking you back home, he's writing an essay or something 💀

maybe he might've been writing a haiku that'll be stolen if he doesn't put it away, but who knows? because it certainly isn't you.

...

"what 'cha writing?"

"a haiku, why?"

"can i see? please? just one, tiny glance.."

"as much as I'd like to, no sadly. i'm not finished oka-"

...

you proceed to a) attack him verbally, asian mom style b) keep staring in hopes that you'll be able to see it or c) snatch it away from him (never been successful)

...

i made this to deny and cope because i have a crush on my guy friend now because omg i... i think i... like him 😟 pssst some of the teasing kazuha does is very much based on my crush 🤯

i'm so disappointed in myself

my goodness

this is really good… i can clearly picture that whole thing in my head. kazuha with glasses… so fine tbh. (aha i have glasses too we could be twinning then)

kazuha please let me copy your notes fr like i’m too tired for school HDHAJC

also… did i read that last part right 👁️? another mutual has a crush on someone too?

wow, interesting, seems like a bunch of my mutuals have crushes that i wasn’t aware of? it’s cute, really. (not in a teasing way but in a more genuine way because i’m audibly going ‘aww’)

if you really do feel that way towards your friend, and would like to end up with him, (or you’d like to shoot your shot) i answered an ask similar to that here

either way, no matter what you do, i hope it works out well <3

[thesiaswritingblog]

"Perfection"

thing i wrote for a school assignment :3 oc shit again, ,, i promise i'll write smth fandom related eventually

// TW: mentions of wanting to...die. that's it actually //

———

...Do you know, that once upon a time, there lived a girl?

A girl who strives to be successful in life, to the point where she tires herself so much?

A girl who just wants to finish school, to the point where she tries her best and overwork herself so that she can get the best grades possible?

A girl who is such a perfectionist, to the point where she cries over getting just a simple 80 in a test?

Do you know this girl's name?

...

Well.

Her name is Miaya.

———

The very first time I saw her, was when she was studying for her class' upcoming math test. She was very concentrated, it seems. I closely watched her, since she can't see me for some reason.

Through my observation, I noticed that she had a hard time getting some equations done, always finding the wrong answers instead. Her struggling amuses me in a sense. It's entertaining to see her panic upon finding out the answer she found was wrong.

Never the less, on that night, she could only finish two equations. I vividly remember hearing her mutter something along the lines of, "I'll finish the other ones tomorrow night."

After that, I blinked once, and then I opened my eyes to pitch black darkness. Nothing in sight, as if I'm in a dark void. I looked around, before spotting the same girl I saw that night; Miaya.

She was calling out for someone, she was shouting out things like, "Hello?!" or "Is anyone there?" It entertained me enough to the point where I simply giggled. That somehow caught the girl's attention, which makes me quite proud of myself.

"Who...who are you?!" Miaya asked me, fear is written all over her face as her legs shake. "Ahaha, I...do not have a name. But fear not, for I will not cause any harm to you." I replied to her, before adding, "Now, tell me...how did you get here? This is a realm all to myself, so I don't see any logical and human way for you to get here."

"U-uh...Well...I..don't know either. I just went to bed and fell asleep and suddenly I'm here now." Miaya explained to me, her two-colored eyes finally meeting my blue ones. "Ah, that means this is also a dream world. How did I not know that from the start?" I asked myself, putting a finger onto my chin as I thought hard about it.

"So...do you...seriously not have a name?" Miaya's voice managed to bring me back to reality. It was a rather calm and soothing voice, that is rather quiet, to the point where you can't even hear it unless the room is really quiet. But...it's nice to listen to.

"Hmm...no. I do not have a name, I'm afraid." I answered her question after a few seconds, crossing my arms as I glanced away from her. "Ah...well, um, if you want, I can come up with a name for you. I'm expecting to see you here whenever I fall asleep, hehe." Miaya spoke again. The thought of having a name is so weird.

I have always been so used to having no name at all, probably because I have always been alone here without anyone near me. The concept of names itself is just so odd to me. But thinking about it again, if I were to meet someone in this dark place, might as well have a name they'll call me.

I glanced back at the girl with peachy hair, before nodding. "Sure. I don't particularly mind." I responded. "Ah, alright! Hmm..." She starts thinking, before making an "Aha!" noise. I could've sworn, I saw a lightbulb light up above her. "I'll call you...Emina!" She happily said.

"Emina...not a bad name. I'll go with it." For the first time in awhile, I genuinely smiled. It's nice to have a friend around here, even if I have to see her only in this supposed dream realm.

———

The next night, I watched her study for her math test yet again. She was catching up on the equations she hasn't finished yet. Though, once again, she seems to be struggling a lot. I am no expert in math either, so if I tried to help, then my efforts would just be futile.

I could only silently watch as Miaya throws her pen across the room out of a fit of rage. "I have to get myself together...I have to get the perfect scores. I have to make mom proud. I have to graduate school. I have to chase that future I really want to have." I could hear her mutter. She also muttered to herself about how useless she is and how much of a failure she is.

However, one sentence managed to make me feel rather...alarmed.

"I just wanna die already."

Oh.

I am not going to let that happen.

———

Eventually, after a few nights, the day of the test came. I silently watched beside her, not even caring if the teacher randomly passed by and went through me somehow.

(I actually took so much offense in that, actually.)

For the first few minutes of the test, Miaya was doing fine. She managed to solve a few questions perfectly fine, even if on one instance, I overheard her mutter, "I'm just gonna leave the answer like that, even if I don't feel like it's right."

However, for the next minutes, she struggled a lot. She internally panicked, and I could feel it well enough to know that this test is probably her lifeline. Something about the fear in her eyes when she didn't know how to answer question number 7 says a lot to me.

It's as if I can feel her fear too.

Eventually, time's up, and the students have to hand out their test papers to the teacher. I could only watch as Miaya silently hands hers to the teacher. Even if it's not that obvious, there's so much fear and sadness in her eyes.

———

A few nights later, I waited for Miaya's arrival in the dark dream realm. It took her so long to come here. Isn't it supposed to be really late for her right now? My worry then rises up.

But then, Miaya appeared into the realm just in time. But what shocked me is that her face was soaked with tears. "...Miaya, what's wrong? Are...are you okay?" I asked worryingly as I ran to her and placed my hands on her shoulders, gripping them tightly, but not too tight. Miaya didn't answered me, however, and only cried even more instead.

I pulled her into a hug, rubbing her back to soothe her a little bit. After some time, she managed to calm down, and then we both pulled away. "Emina....I failed my math test." Miaya finally announced to me. Well, that was not too shocking. Considering how...uh, badly she did. "That was my guess, honestly. But it's okay, there's always next time." I told her.

"But what if there's no next time? What if I can't try again? What if I don't pass my upcoming tests and exams? What if—"

"Shh, enough. Don't overthink it too much, alright? Those thoughts will just ruin you more. Just stay here until you wake up tomorrow morning."

...

"You'll be safe with me, Miaya."

———

The following days, Miaya never came into the dream realm, which had me worried even more for her condition. Now, I was the one overthinking for some reason. That's not healthy for me.

I decided to get out of the dream realm and spy on the girl in question instead, and when I did, I was rather shocked to find her hunched over on her seat where she usually studies, trying her best to stay awake as she reads a science book. I glanced over to the clock on the wall.

It read 01:03 AM.

Woah, that's just a whole different day now.

If only I could whisper to her that she should stop overworking herself just for some stupid numbers on a piece of paper and rest up instead. She's such a stupid perfectionist. When will she realize that she needs to care for herself more too?

———

The next night, I finally found Miaya appearing in the dream realm beside me, already looking as exhausted as ever. I immediately jumped to interrogation mode.

"You didn't slept these past few nights, didn't you?" I asked her immediately, turning my head to look at her. Her hair was pretty messy, that's what I noted. "Huh? O-oh, yeah. I wanna try my best to pass the upcoming science test, after all." She answered, and to that, I frowned.

"Miaya, c'mon now. You can't keep losing sleep because of just some stupid numbers." I told her. Now that I think about it, I sound like a mother scolding her child over some bad thing they did. I don't know, though.

"But I have to get at least a 95, or else I'll probably just never see the light of day." Miaya argued back, and that maybe rather annoyed. Who does she think she is to just not sleep because of her grades? "But you deserve breaks too!" I exclaimed at her.

"But my grades are important! You'd never understand how a bunch of numbers means to me!"

"But these numbers are the reason why you're lacking any goddamn sleep! C'mon now, just give yourself a break for once!"

"NO! I'M NOT RESTING UNTIL I GET A GOOD GRADE FOR ONCE!"

"MIAYA! LISTEN TO ME, YOU IDIOT!"

Without even thinking, I gripped both of her shoulders tightly out of a fit of rage. I looked into her eyes, they were quivering out of fear. It has been awhile since she looked at me with so much fear. But honestly, that's not the deal here right now.

"YOU WILL GRADUATE FROM SCHOOL! YOU WILL PASS UPCOMING TESTS AND EXAMS! YOU CAN DO THIS! BUT PLEASE, DON'T OVERWORK YOURSELF LIKE THIS!" I yelled at her. I wanna at least slap some sense into that stupid idiotic brain of hers, since she won't seem to understand it herself.

"WHY ARE YOU SUCH A GODDAMN PERFECTIONIST?! NOBODY IN THIS WORLD IS A SUPER PERFECT INDIVIDUAL! ONLY GOD IS, IF YOU EVEN BELIEVE IN HIM!" After that last sentence, I fell silent. Miaya was also silent as she slowly calms down from my sudden outburst. After all, this isn't the Emina she came to know and love (platonically, at least).

"S-sorry. The wanting to be successful in life just kind of...got in my head." She said, her voice shaking as she looked away from me. After a few more seconds, I sighed. "No, it's fine. I'm also sorry, for yelling at you like that. I just had to slap some sense in you, y'know?" Miaya nodded, before looking back at me. "Yeah, I can understand that."

Even more seconds of silence came in between us. None of us spoke a word as I fidgeted with my fingers. "...Maybe you're right, Emina." Miaya's voice suddenly speaking caught my attention once more. "Huh? What do you mean?" I asked, even if I fully knew what she meant by that.

"I mean...what you said is right. No one in this world is perfect. Maybe I'm just too much of a perfectionist, hehe." The peachy haired girl answered me. At that moment, I chuckled. "You're so stupid."

"D-don't say that! You're gonna make me think I'm incapable of passing any test!"

"Haha, right, right. Sorry~"

We talked and joked around more, until the dark void gets even brighter all of a sudden. "Huh? What's happening?" Miaya asked, looking around the realm in an alarmed manner. "I...don't know." That was the last thing I could say to her before we got enveloped by the realm's bright light.

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Miaya just got to class. She was previously talking to a friend of hers from a different class before the bell rang. Once she got there, she noticed something feels different.

At that moment, the teacher walked in, bringing in a new face into the classroom. "Good morning, students. Today, we have a new student. Now, you may introduce yourself." She said, before allowing the new student in question to introduce herself.

After seeing who the new student is, Miaya could only feel shock.

"Hello. My name is Emina. I'm new here, as you all can tell, so please, help me with anything I don't understand in. It's nice to meet you all."

Ah, wait, right, that's me.

Whoops.

For a moment, I glanced over to Miaya, before giving her a small smile, giving her a sign that I recognize her. Miaya was still a little shocked at first, before nodding at me, a smile also appearing on her face.

I guess our friendship extended to real life now, huh?

I just hope that Miaya isn't that much of a perfectionist anymore.

That would certainly be annoying.

[gryffindorkxdraws]

I saw your post about a Taylor Swift Jackunzel story (and I jumped lol). Can you do "Everything has Changed"? I saw a sun and moon au vid from Hermuna Moon of yt that used that song. I wonder how'd you do a one-shot on that AU! I'm interested on reading the climax of that story where the Sun and Moon finally meet ^^

Song: Everything Has Changed

Word Count: 721

Summary: What would happen when the sun and moon meet?

Notes: i tried my best to follow your request, but i also wanted to make it a little bit different. just a little bit. but i kept in mind of the reunion and this short thing happened. enjoy! also i didn't edit this aha

video anon mentioned here

Rapunzel has heard stories of the Moon. Or rather, the boy who represents the Moon Kingdom. Every night, he would splatter the dark night into the sky and pull out the twinkles of the stars to accompany it. So the children wouldn’t be scared of the dark, she thought to herself, though she’d love to hear the boy’s own thoughts on it.

What he did was in contrast to hers. Where she represented the Sun Kingdom and threw the light back into the sky. A way to wake nature up and greet the day with a brand new tomorrow. So everyone gets energized to live their life, she giggled to herself, but, again, she’d like to know what the boy thought of it. Of her.

She’s heard so many stories of the boy that she felt like she already knew him. Met him even though they’ve yet to cross paths. It was like her mind had latched onto him, onto this moon boy, and didn’t want to let go. Always needing to be fed with any information she could get of him. She wondered then if the boy ever got curious about her.

Rapunzel snapped out of her thoughts when a rabbit hopped along the field. The sunset over the horizon was beautiful, but sad at the same time. It reminded her that her day time was almost up. But instead of slowly disappearing back into the Sun Kingdom like she normally would, she stayed. She stayed.

Questions undoubtedly ran through her mind as night slowly took over, but her guts told her to start running instead. So she did. Across the field as fast as she could. Towards what? Towards who? She didn’t know. At least until she saw someone running from the other end of the field. A boy with such striking white hair, and eyes so blue she felt she could fly in its hue.

The boy.

Jack.

The boy was Jack all along? Rapunzel held her breath, unable to bring herself to believe it at first.

With just one look at each other, a thousand memories flooded in their head. The very memories they both kept hidden in the dark because their people have told them it was useless to dwell in the past. Once, they were simply a shepherd boy and a princess of the Corona Kingdom from long ago. A shepherd boy and a princess who broke traditions together with their friendship. A friendship that should have lasted a lifetime, but was cut short when the boy drowned in the lake.

And now, here they were.

Both Rapunzel and Jack took a step forward, then another, before immediately making a run for it towards each other. Rapunzel could feel the pull of the Sun Kingdom now, and like hell was she going to disappear before she could reach him. In their last few steps, Rapunzel leaped forward with a yell, her heart bursting at the seams with how full it was from reaching him.

Years and years of mourning for Jack gave her this unnameable weight on her shoulders, and now she felt free of it from this very moment. Jack, on the other hand, thought she had long passed as a human, and to suddenly see her here made his heart full. Of life, of love, of everything he’s ever wished for if given one more chance.

"Jack!"

"Rapunzel!"

The two crashed into each other, their worlds finally, finally colliding, and Jack didn’t want to let her go. Not when he finally has her in his arms. Though he fell backwards from catching her and the two rolled on the field, laughing and crying and everything in between. Until Jack noticed she was fading when she pinned him down.

“I’ll find you again, I promise.” Rapunzel whispered, holding his face with both hands.

“Not if I find you first.” Jack whispered back, smirking as a way to make her smile, and she did.

He sat up and held her close before pulling her in for one more hug, breathing her in like she smelled of sunshine and flowers (she did). As Rapunzel slowly faded away just as the sunset was closing in on fully setting for the night sky to take over, the two made promises to find a way to meet once more.

[mickmundy]

7, 22 and 25 for bushmed! for that ask game hehe. lets HEAR IT then

WHEEEE OMFG CC ASK.... YEASSSSSSSS HEHEHE picks up my quill... lets get to it

7. Who is the more romantic one? surprisingly(?) i think sniper. once he's comfortable in a relationship he has nooo problem doting on his partner! sniper's a listener by nature and loves picking up on small details or things about medic (i wrote a mini fic about sniper breeding exotic/poisonous plants for medic bc he mentioned offhand that he'd love to have access to them but doesn't have time to grow them himself) that could be translated well into romantic gestures!! i think sniper heavily considers like... concepts of what romance is ("giving medic Evil Plants is romantic") whereas medic's superpower is just making anything romantic ("we're going to go look for bones postgame together it will be romantic no matter what!") if that makes sense! part of my fics is sniper figuring out that romance is a very subjective concept that's defined by the relationship itself, not by conventionality! and once he learns that it comes decently easily to him i think hehe!

22. How do they apologize after arguments? honestly i think they both went into the relationship knowing that they have other priorities, lives, etc outside of Medic X Sniper (LOL) so i don't see them Truly Arguing a lot. most of the time if things are shitty they just work through it as best they can. However i think sniper is the less emotionally mature one, but both are pretty prideful. medic can sometimes not be so aware of others emotions (whereas sniper is very aware of others emotions) so sometimes clashing is inevitable. i think medic would hand out apologies as long as you could explain to him like "hey this is why this upset me" and he'd be like "ohhh! i never thought of it that way! i apologize!", whereas getting sniper to both Admit Fault and articulate how he feels might be a bit of a challenge sometimes... but that's okay! medic is patient and ultimately loves learning about his partner so sniper can take all the time he needs :) i imagine they'd take a little bit of space from one another to think about how they feel and then when they come back together they have little "gifts" for each other (usually some kind of Favorite little treat that can be shared. coffee, a snack, etc) and talk it out!

25. What is their dream home? Do they buy a place together? Who plans the decorations and who does the heavy lifting? AUGAUGAUGUAGAAAAAHHHH ive put a gross amount of thought into this for someone who thinks that them "truly settling down/retiring" is fairly unlikely... however... if i'm being indulgent... i think their dream home would be something p simple, subtle, nothing Extravagant. somewhere on the coast somewhere (germany or australia; neither are opposed to either one!) where they can make it their own. sniper could (and Would) build a small greenhouse and a place for medic's doves to play safely... they'd have a garden and could/would be entire self sufficient, but still within a decent traveling distance to a town/city nearby if need be (in case medic brings sniper home greasy fast food after he knows he's been working on the house all day and sniper could weep with joy KSDKDSF)... medic would Leap to decorate the interior... i think they'd both have pretty similar decor styles... medic would insist that sniper's taxidermy is displayed (and all of medic's fun little Oddities In Jars), they'd have a small lil library/study area for all of their books and instruments, a fireplace would be an absolute must...

and of course they'd have a little car park for sniper's van :') who is mostly the retired one of the three of them! <- they'd laugh about that probably... medic is super hands on and would be following sniper around being like "mhmm. aha, and what do we do next! can i help!" and it would be Truly something they'd build Together... their mantle would have the lil urns of medic's doves or hootsie when they pass.. a rack with some of sniper's mum's blankets she made (i don't think he'd keep a LOT from his family but blankets seem like something he'd swear he wasn't gonna take and then would frown and grab them and bundle them under his arm and put them in his van :'( sdkfkd)... like i think it would Very Much be Both of their spaces...

one of my favorite things to think about is that i think their bed would be against the wall... and sniper would sleep against the wall... like in his loft bed in his camper ykwim.. just a sweet little "comfort" thing that medic just took it upon himself to be like "we only need one night stand! you should sleep against the wall :) trust me!" and it just sticks.... bc medic knows thats just a little Thing about sniper that he knows sniper would like... hehe... AUGAOGUAOGUAAAAA

[c4ndl3-w1ck]

oog. Hiveswap/hauntswitch time.

This is just basically thoughts and stuff whoopee

Dammek thoughts woo woo he lives in my head

Um okay so Dammek is y'know. Mlm and trans yea yep okaie um also. He is a tall mfer. Like he is 5'8. Hes pretty average like body type wise and then he stands up and people are like "haha whAT THE FUCK" and his antlers only make him look taller.

Also he has mutations like any good troll important to the story. His antlers are actual antlers that he sheds twice a sweep and they grow back. And his eyes are sensitive to light and that's why he wears shades. But when its pitch black and even the trolls with the best eyesight cant see he can see eveything.

Also hes a stupid bastard idiot (affectionate)

Like he'd be like "xeff are you recording okay good hey guys Dammek here ttoday I'm gonna be biking offff my rooff and across tthe sttreett tto xeff's hive witth tthis ramp I made" then he points to the shittiest most unstable 'ramp' ever. Then he rides off it and lands in the middle of the street and breaks his nose and knocks some teeth out. Like full on "hi I'm dammek and tthis xeffros welcome tto jackass" (causes severe damage to both of them)

When he gets to earth for a while he and jude are trying to kill eachother and then when they calm down and stop they still have the dynamic of like frenemies "DAMMEK WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING over" (starts breaking shit) "sir ffinishing tthis ffightt"

He plays a lot of video games like troll halo y'know authority director aka troll master chief and he also plays troll nintendo and sonnic the quillbeast and on his gamegrub (gameboy) and his 3ds and he plays on his wii as well and yeah. Hes a gamer.

My man spends his days watching troll vines

Alternia still has vines and tiktok is still music.ly

Okay but also he like. Is kinda hard on Xefros because he genuinely thinks he's helping him and wants to keep himb safe. Also it says on the wiki he likes Xefros' smile and. 🥺🥺🥺 my heart. Also he has repressed flushed feelings for Xefros that he never mentions ever on alternia but as soon as he gets to earth and stops trying to kill jude hes like "ohhhh I miss my boyfriend uggghhhh" and never bothers to explain quadrants so jude just thinks hes dating Xef and Dammek never cares to correct him on that he doesn't find it important to be like "aha. Acttually we are justt moirails aka bestties ahaha" because y'know. Repressed feelings.

Also hes a fucking loser he is nearing 7 sweeps so he is 14 or 15 and as someone who is 14 hes a fucking loser (affectionate)

Also coming back to the antler thing I feel like he would shed them on earth and jude would try to put his mom's makeup on Dammek to make him look human and Dammek is just running around screaming and jude has to physically wrestle him down and put the makeup on him. Hes squirming like a cat and hissing and shit like "gett ttff off me I'm gonna kill you jude you are going tto die" and jude is trying to remain calm as this older alien who could throw him if he wanted to is threatening him. He gets the makeup on and just kinda. Brings him around town.

Before he disguises him tho he parades him around town like "I FOUND AN ALIEN over" and nobody believes him. He takes Dammek in for show and tell and his teacher is like "jude please stop dressing up your sisters friends like aliens" and jude is like "my sister doesn't have any friends" and Dammek starts laughing but it sounds more like clicking and chittering and everyone is confused and hes like "idk wttff a sistter is butt nice ffuckin burn jude"

[290896]

Happy Birthday! This letter is meant to be read in chunks, like while you are on the crapper or something. Don't go through it all at once!

--

Do you have a gay bestie? Cause if you don’t i’d like to volunteer for the position. I can start today. 🙋🏻‍♂️

Every it girl needs a gay best friend bro c’mon.

—

한승주

One thing I appreciate so much about you is that even though we've only met in person no more than 2 or 3 times, you treat me like someone you've known forever. I mean you made time to meet me even though you were sick, even though you were swamped with work. You gave me the nicest hug even though I told you not to cause I was sweaty. Not only that but you didn't even let me pay for anything, and you were about ready to hop a cab over to Parnas due to a mistake that I MADE in communication. You and your drip IV'd ass said you "felt bad" that I, a military man mind you, had to walk less than a kilometer through a bit of heat to come see you.

I can only imagine how well you must treat your actual, longtime friends.

--

김치

Kimchi is storing something good away, in hopes that something great might come of it later. - JY Park, circa 2016

--

You and I have been chatting since 2014 or so. And to be honest I've always wanted to hangout with you back then, but never really felt right doing so. I think I was intimidated to be honest. You being this cool, interesting Northwestern gal. And me being a lump of coal who just went to Columbia. So almost on purpose, I kept my distance in college, then throughout the years, only making sure to check in every now and then so that we don't lose touch.

I'm quite glad I did though.

People say it's harder to make friends the older you get. I don't agree. I think finding GOOD friends becomes much harder though. All you start to want as you get older are people who you can fully be yourself with, and who will bring you up instead of drag you down.

I can tell that you are someone who fits that criteria for your friends.

For myself at least, I'm glad I can be myself with you without being judged. You've never inquired as to my background, my gender, or anything much really and yet you do show signs of care and concern, offering to send me care packages multiple times throughout the years. You've also listened and replied to my rants when I have been at my lowest points. Thank you for that by the way.

As I mentioned last time, you are one of the very few people in my life whom I wish I could swap lives with for a bit. And I don't say that out of a place of envy or anything but rather I know that If I were to follow in your footsteps so to speak, that I'd inevitably be successful one day.

That might be a roundabout way of saying that I know YOU are going to be successful.

I admire your work ethic. I admire the fact that you've worked for most everything you have the past half decade. We joke about you needing a sugar daddy but something tells me that even if you had one, you wouldn't be happy for long. You're too driven to just lie around all day. No sooner than later you'd be coming up with a business plan for a pilates club or juice bar. (I could be wrong though)

--

Lowkey I'm kinda glad I never took you up on goin out to Sound Bar or anything. I'm glad we never formally hung out in college. Sorta like 김치 (aha, you were wondering what the heck that was about) I think it's more fitting that we get to know eachother a bit more now that we're more mature and kinda know who we are.

I don't know about you but for me this is one of the most unconventional friendships I've had, period. In constant communication for almost a decade, only having met twice or thrice, and not really knowing too much about eachother but still having a sense of care for one another. Going from being an hour-ish apart from one continent to being an hour-ish apart on this continent. We're like modern day pen pals and I think that's pretty cool.

--

Before I left the other day the last thing you said to me was to check in with you alot now that I'm here. I'll try. Like I said at our age, you start to only care about having a few good people rather than alot of average people.

And you are definitely good people.

You lumped me in with Sara which I thought I really haven't deserved yet. Cause I haven't really done much for you honestly. Though now that I'm here I look forward to being able to do more and to actually be a friend rather than a pen pal.

I'm thankful that in the little time we had you were able to share some stuff with me. I learned a lot about you in that little timeframe believe it or not. In the coming year I hope I get to learn alot more. And if you ever wanna know anything about me, just ask. I'm an open book.

--

Some of my favorite things about you so far : love your gummy smile, it's the best. Love how direct and straightforward you are. It's almost uncomfortably blunt at times but definitely preferred. Love how considerate and courteous you are.

Some things I'm curious about: What's something you can talk about and never get bored of? What do your tattoos mean, if anything? What brands fill your closet the most? How many best friends do you have? What makes them your best friend?

--

Lookit I wish every good thing happens for you. I hope you make partner, and achieve every career goal you set. I hope you find the guy of your dreams who checks all of your boxes without compromise. I hope your health miraculously gets better. I hope your family are all happy and healthy. Literally I just want you to be happy, and I want you to not ever have to feel like happiness awaits in the future. Ya know what I mean? Not when you've got the position or the house or the car or the man but now. And if you ever struggle with that, do let someone know. Let me know.

I hope you have a wonderful birthday. I am honored to have been able to have wished you in person, even if a bit early. Glad I got to finally get you something other than autoshipped flowers. I look forward to spending more time with you this year! Im thinking your next birthday, for our 10 year frienniversary we could probably do something special if you wanted. Maybe a trip to a resort island or something, anything! My treat of course

--

PS

was not kidding about the gay best friend part

[leiakenobi]

11. santi

11. things you said when you were drunk

as soon as i saw this one on the list, I knew someone was going to ask for it. which has def happened at least once before with you specifically lydz so maybe i'm just reading your mind. 😂 i... maybe? went in a different direction than you were expecting, and i kinda sorta love it.

this clocks in at 689 words, reader has boobs but no specified pronouns

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When Santiago's name lights up your phone at 1 in the morning, it is not a surprise. You could swear he calls you like this at least once each time he's away, and it's only a week and a half away from his next leave.

So frankly, he's overdue.

You've been in the process of getting ready for bed, your teeth brushed and a washcloth now in hand in preparation for washing your face. So you set your phone on the edge of the sink and put it on speaker as you accept his call.

"Hi Santi."

"Babe. Hi. Hello."

At once, you smile at your reflection in the mirror. Sometimes these calls take a different sort of tone -- a heady, playful sort of tone -- but right now, he is the epitome of sweetness. "Hi."

"Hi," he repeats. Then, after a pause: "Wait, we said that already."

"It's just nice to say," you reply softly. "Who are you out with tonight?"

Santi sniffs indignantly. "How do you know I'm out tonight?"

You hold back a laugh as you wipe your washcloth across your forehead and over your cheeks. "Are you not out tonight?"

Another pause.

"Some of the local officers," he replies at last. "They can really hold their liquor."

"I'm sure you're keeping up just fine."

"Always." He sounds endearingly proud of himself, but his voice softens a bit as he continues, "Miss you, though."

For such a simple sentiment, it's remarkable how much it makes your heart burst. "I miss you too, baby."

"I've been thinking about your feet a lot."

"My feet?" you repeat, letting out a laugh. That's a new one. Your hands, your legs, your ass, your mouth, your tits... He's mentioned them all in moments like this. It's not often that he'll bring up something new.

"Mhm." Santi lets out a heavy sigh. "Missing those nights when we sit and watch a movie and you spread out on the sofa and swear that you won't put your feet in my lap this time, but you always end up asking for a foot massage."

"Do I do that?"

Yes. You do.

Nightly routine finished, you pick up your phone and cross the threshold into your bedroom. Maybe it's because you're talking to Santi—your eyes fall on his shirts of their own volition as you begin to comb through everything looking for something to sleep in, and you can't help yourself. You pull one out and toss it onto the bed.

"All the fucking time." Again, he sounds proud. Proud of you this time, you think, for being just a little obnoxious about it. "But y'know why I put up with it?"

You don't even think about it as you tug your pants off. "Because it usually leads to sex?"

"I mean, sure." Santi falters for a moment, his thoughts derailed, and you briefly think that you're gonna have to reorient him toward his point. "But also 'cause I love you a lot."

"Santi..." you murmur, momentarily frozen in the middle of taking off your shirt. You try to picture him, probably tucked against the wall outside a rundown dive bar. (He only ever likes dive bars.) Stolen away from his friends purely so that he can tell you that he loves you for being a pain in the ass on your movie nights.

"But to be clear, the sex part is very very good."

Aha. There's your Santiago. You smirk and get your shirt the rest of the way off. "Absolutely it is."

"Good." In the background, you hear a sudden onslaught of shouts, none of which you're quite able to make out. "Yeah, yeah, I'm coming," he calls. To you, he says, "I should--"

"S'okay, babe." You glance toward his pillow, and as much as you are happy to have heard from him, you feel like you might have to curl up with it tonight. "Make sure they get you back to me in one piece, okay?"

"One piece," he agrees. "Love you, babe."

"Love you." The line goes dead quickly, so it's only to yourself that you can murmur, "So much."

[midgardianweasley]

Movie Night

Movie night

Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Summary: It’s friday night, or more commonly known as movie night for the Avengers. A horror movie was put on and Y/N isn’t feeling so brave, luckily she’s got a Romanoff nearby.

Warnings: coulrophobia (fear of clowns), mentions of the IT movie and pennywise.

Word Count: 2.5k

Идиоты. - ‘Idiots.’

Requests are open!

“I vote action movie”

“We watched an Action movie last week, Sam.” Steve pinched the bridge of his nose, briefly looking up and meeting my eyes, earning a small smile in return, attempting to provide some sanity for the man.

“Plus, do you not think we’ve had enough action for one week?” Bucky grumbled, this week having taken a toll on everyone. We were all exhausted from our missions, some more than others, the soldier being one of them.

“Okay okay, no action, damn” Sam put his hands up in defeat, accepting that he wasn’t going to win this one. A few more options had been suggested, Bruce suggested rom-com, Thor suggested comedy, Vision proposed a documentary, all of which were shut down with groans and sounds of protest.

I turned to my assassin girlfriend who had been sitting beside me watching the scene unfold with an amused smirk on her face, her green eyes darting around the room whenever someone else spoke and taking sips of the drink she had in her hand. I nudged her slightly to get her attention

“Hey.”

“Hi”

“If it was up to you, what would you choose for movie night?” I asked. She morphed her face into a thoughtful one, still with a slight smile on her face, taking time to make her decision.

“If it was completely up to me? I would-”

“Aha!” Tony interrupted with a loud snap of his fingers. “I know, we haven’t watched a horror movie in a while, and the new IT movie just came out, we can watch that” He smirked, proud of his contribution to the discussion at hand. I looked around the room, praying that they would pick anything else, literally anything, even Vision’s documentary.

Unfortunately, everyone seemed to be really into it as they all shared nod’s and “yeah” “sounds good” before splitting up to go and get their snacks and blankets to bring back to the large sofa.

Although I wouldn't admit it to the rest of the group, I was absolutely terrified of clowns and have been since I was a child. If there was a clown at a birthday party or an event, I’d pretend I was sick so that my mum wouldn’t make me go. She soon noticed a pattern in my behaviour, putting the pieces together and realising that I hadn't come down with the flu three times that month, I was avoiding the ‘entertainment’ of the parties.

She tried explaining that it was just a guy in makeup and a funny suit, showing off fun tricks and jokes. However, 9 year old me still refused to attend, faking a sneeze and hiding under the blanket.

“Woah, Y/L/N, you good over there?” Tony furrowed his brows, concern written all over his face. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

I wish it was a ghost.

I regained my composure, nodding and sending a firm smile his way, hoping that would be enough to prevent any further questioning. With a shrug, he made his way out of the room and caught up with Thor to explain what ‘IT’ was.

“You don’t look so good, sure you’re okay?” Nat placed her hand on my back, rubbing small, reassuring circles with her palm. I wanted to put on a brave face and tell her I was fine, that there wasn’t a problem and my heart wasn’t racing with fear, but the look on her face, while caring and concerned, was also warning me not to lie to her. Not that i’d manage anyway, she always had ways of finding out the truth eventually.

I shook my head, letting out a small sigh and turning in my seat to address her. My eyes met hers and I felt my heart settle slightly just by looking at her, she always made me feel safe.

“What’s wrong sweetheart?” She whispered, her hand coming up to rest on my cheek, her thumb stroking my cheekbone in small movements.

“It’s so silly, really.”

“Nothing is silly if it’s upsetting you Detka. Tell me.”

“It’s this movie.”

The confusion was obvious on her face, yet she stayed quiet, allowing me to elaborate.

“I just, I’ve never been the best with clowns. Ever since I was a child, I’ve had this fear of them. If I saw one, I’d run in the opposite direction, which was more often than one would think. I mean, seriously, who wants one of those things at a party? What happened to princess parties? Or tea parties!” I exclaimed, my tone becoming more intense as I spoke.

Natasha nodded, I could almost see the cogs turning in her head, figuring out how to approach the situation. After a minute or two, she focused her eyes back on me and her hands had trailed down to meet with mine, interlocking them in the process.

“Do you want to skip it tonight?” She suggested.

“No, no, I don’t want to cause a fuss. Plus, I kinda don’t want the others knowing.”

“Are you absolutely sure? I’m sure we can pull a sickie for one night.”

“I’m sure. Just, can you stay next to me? And let me hide if it gets really bad?”

“Of course you can. I’ll be next to you the whole time.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

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We were at the haunted house scene in the movie. There had already been jumpscares that I'd managed to avoid for the most part, but I don’t think I've moved past Georgie’s death yet, let alone have time to process the psycho killer clown on the screen.

Eddie was in a room alone, he was staring at this dirty, old fridge and a white hand had appeared, curling itself around and tapping on the side so you could only see it’s fingers. I tugged the blanket that was laid across Natasha and i’s laps and pulled it up to my nose, eyes still on the screen, but prepared to take cover. It appears as though nothing has changed from all those years ago.

As the fridge door creaked open, my blanket had raised higher and higher, my grip tightening by the second while the hand reappeared, this time, you could see it’s entire body contorted into this small space.

“Nope. No, absolutely fucking not. No.” I mumbled, covering my eyes with my fluffy shield. Luckily, Nat had stolen the sofa at the back, meaning I could skip the scary parts without anyone taking much notice, them being too entranced by the movie. Weirdo’s.

In my safety bubble I'd created, I felt my girlfriend’s hand on my thigh, rubbing small circles to reassure me that I was okay, and that she was here. I shuffled a little so I was closer to her, if that was even possible, her then adjusting so that her hand was still on my thigh, but another arm was wrapped securely around me, pulling me into her side a little more.

I assumed we would stay like that for a bit, until she started to shift more noticeably and lifted the part of the blanket closest to her, and put it over her own head, taking me by surprise, a faint gasp leaving my lips when seeing that she’d joined me.

“You doing okay under here?” She spoke softly, a hint of amusement playing on her face as she looked at me folded up into a ball.

“I am. This blanket protects me from all.”

“Of course it does, the fluffier it is, the more protection, right?” She quoted words i’d spoken earlier on when bringing in the blanket for us.

“Are you sure you’re not going to boil under there?”

“Nope. And even if I do, the fluffier the blanket, the more protection from cannibal clowns.” I’d explained proudly. Yes, I'm an Avenger that fights extraterrestrials and demigods and still runs to a blanket for safety, leave me alone.

We stayed under there for a minute or two, holding hands and sharing small kisses while the movie continued and we hid in our little bubble.

“C’mon lovebirds, the movie isn’t over yet, you can continue that when we’ve gone to bed if you must.” Stark called out, causing Natasha to roll her eyes and retreat back to her previous position.

I don’t know what ran through my mind, I clearly didn’t think twice about the situation I was in, my default being to follow Natasha and pull the blanket down and off my head. Upon resurfacing from my cocoon, I looked towards the Television. Bad idea. With a shriek that I'm almost certain could be heard from Asgard, I flew under the blanket again after seeing Pennywise with all of his teeth on show, edging towards Eddie to eat him.

Natasha’s arms wound their way around me again, slightly shaking now from the fright. Even though the blanket tended to muffle sounds, I could hear the room fill with laughter and comments from the Avengers.

“I didn’t know your voice could go that high Y/L/N”

“Pennywise! You scared Y/N!”

“Y/N, it’s literally-”

“How about you guys shut up and watch the movie? Otherwise I swear to god Thor, I’ll bring snakes in here and Sam, I’ll cut the wings off of your suit.” I heard the redhead next to me threaten, alongside some more punishments to the others who laughed, immediately silencing them, all of them knowing that she wasn’t one for an empty threat.

Even though the laughter died down and no more words were spoken, tears still built up in my eyes and were daring to fall down my cheeks. I feel so embarrassed. A room full of superheroes and I was scared to death over a fictional clown in front of all of them.

I tried to keep my sniffles to a minimum and at a level where no one could hear me, however, they seemed to have caught Nat’s attention as she whispered to me, loud enough for me to hear, but quietly so that it was only me that could hear.

“Mind if I come in?”

I chose not to verbally respond, instead, I pulled the edge of the blanket up, allowing her to bend down and make her way underneath. After making herself comfortable, she turned to me and did, what felt like study, my face before tutting under her breath.

“Идиоты. Are you okay?” I smiled at her speaking Russian. She often switched between the two, interchanging within sentences. I’d been around her enough to pick up on some of the terms, funnily enough she’d said that word so often, my understanding was immediate.

“Feeling a bit humiliated” My voice came out weak and slightly gravelly from the crying, her thumb immediately wiped the tears off of my cheeks, lingering afterwards.

“Don’t be. Everyone has their fears, you shouldn’t be embarrassed by having them. Okay? It just means you're human.” She patiently explained, sparking a question to leave my lips before realising.

“Do you have a fear?”

She smiled “mhm”

“Can I know what it is?”

She leaned in closer to me, lips hovering beside my ear so I could feel and hear her breathing quietly.

“Идиоты” She whispered, resulting in me clamping my hand over my mouth to limit the noise my laughter was making.

“There’s that smile I love.” She took my chin in her index finger and her thumb, her face once again, coming closer towards mine before our lips met in the middle, sharing a soft, quick kiss, distracting me from any embarrassment i’d previously felt.

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The movie had just finished, everyone was getting up and starting to clear up any mess they’d made, mainly popcorn that had fallen everywhere, Wanda and Vision being the main culprit, jumping at the scary parts had caused a popcorn avalanche near their seats.

Nat and I gathered our blankets and snacks we’d brought in, trying to ignore the slight tension hanging in the air, and just as we were about to walk to our bedroom, I felt a tap on my shoulder. It was Peter.

Rocking back and forth on his heels and fidgeting with his hands, he smiled.

“Hey, uh- miss Y/L/N. Miss Romanoff, sorry, I just wanted to come and make sure you were okay.” He rushed, clearly anxious to approach us considering the telling off Natasha gave everyone earlier.

“I’m okay, thank you Peter. You can call me Y/N by the way, ‘miss’ makes me feel old.” I chuckled, visibly seeing his shoulders relax at my response, he was really sweet, never wanting to get on anyone’s bad side. He’s a good kid.

“Sorry mi-,Y/N, sorry, I’ll remember for next time. That movie was pretty freaky, if there’s anything I can do to help, let me know.”

“I will, thank you.”

Feeling more relaxed, I made a slow but steady beeline for the bedroom, wanting to have cuddles with Nat and go to sleep, hopefully forget the movie ever happened. Soon enough, we were both changed into a vest top, I wore a pair of shorts and Nat wore a pair of sweats and we were in bed, facing each other with our legs tangled together, our noses bumping every so often.

“I love you” I mumbled in between kisses, eyes opening briefly to be met by her green orbs looking back at me.

“I love you more, Detka.”

A silence then overtook the room, only being able to hear the breeze outside and a slight whistle from where it was flying through the trees. I’d usually adore this, finding peace in the wind and the darkness, tonight however, it felt unsettling. All I could hear in my head was the soundtrack to the movie, picturing the bloody teeth and that creepy smile from earlier in my head.

“Love?” I nudged my girlfriend’s nose gently, hoping she was still somewhat awake.

“Mhmm?”

“Can you, can you possibly sing to me?” Her eyes fluttered open, a sleepy smile on her face, wrapping her arms tightly around me before humming a quiet melody, sending me into a blissful sleep.

By noon the next day, I had received apologies from everyone in the compound, a couple of bone crushing hugs from Thor and some complementary pancakes that Wanda had made with some help from Bruce, aprons on and covered in flour. Everyone tucked into their individual stacks, enjoying some lighthearted conversation, Nat taking the opportunity to press a small kiss to the back of my hand, I quickly returned the gesture. It was lovely.

Movie night was a rollercoaster, but at the end of the day, I was surrounded by the best people, and nothing would change that, not even the fear of clowns.

Though they’re still really fucking scary.

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