#that would prolly make this one whole oneshot so no

[chocsra]

"Held like Glass, Kissed Alike"

chuuya x fem! reader - how he holds you 🙇‍♀️

a/n: to all my physical touch bbgs 🫶

content: how chuuya holds you, kissing, holding hands, fluff, drabble/small oneshot, smug! chuuya, soft! chuuya, not proofread, prolly grammar errors

"chuuya! hold my bag while you're at it!"

'cocky demands from a cocky person', chuuya thinks. "tsk," he tuts--the downpour of rain at the moment was horrific, especially in a city, a populated, developed, city drowned in sad puddles of slushy water. you and your trusted friend, chuuya nakahara, had came to go shopping, and unbeknownst to the subsequent downfall, you both stupidly didn't bring an umbrella.

so when the rain fell, he swiftly grabbed the closest umbrella in one of the restaurant's stands, successfully covering the both of you. chuuya is one of your close friends, and even though he's slightly annoyed most of the time and yaps a whole lot, he's also decently reliable.

you on the other hand, felt like you needed to make his life worse, a living hell. wanting to feel like those clingy girlfriends in romcoms, you pulled down your purse and dramatically handed it to him. watching as his eyebrows furrow in confusion, "might as well hold my bag while you're at it!" and yes, even with a baffled scoff, the redhead still held your bag for the rest of the day.

"i just realised, why do you always wear gloves?"

a romantic tune of jazz sung in the air, fancy clinks and clanks of cutlery swang past as you and your now fellow date, chuuya nakahara, sat in one of the finest restaurants in yokohama.

the ginger chews on his food intently, elbow planted on the table as he takes two gloved fingers, and motions you to come closer. you cock a brow, leaning forward, ear facing him.

"got a nasty case of athletes foot, but on my fingers." that's one way to swoon you, great work chuuya. the mafioso wiggles his eyebrows sarcastically watching as you sink away back into your seat. "thank you s'much," you reply, now picking at your food, "think I just lost my appetite."

the redhead snickers and pinches the tip of his gloves in between his teeth, removing it. "I'm joking, here." he smirks, a large hand urging you to place yours atop of his. you follow, feeling the warmth of his palms spread to yours, his hands were pretty damn big, bigger than a lot of men despite of his height.

"you like holding hands, hm?" the mafiosos smirks playfully as you try to hide the big smile creeping on your lips. he rubs the back of your hand with his thumb, gently looking as the moonlight illuminates your eyes focused on your hands. chuuya felt damn lucky he could ever get someone to look at him like that. the redhead darts his eyes back to you and your interlocked hands, whispering, "i do too, it's okay." even though chuuya was a terrifying mafia executive, he couldn't help but hide the boyish smile as he held your hand in between his fingers, feeling as your soft skin smooths over his rarely bare, lithe hands.

"this is rush hour in public transit, would ya look at that?"

you beam a light-hearted smile at the redhead beside you, in one of the most crowded subways. sweat and humid air pierced through, and so did the amount of space you could breathe in. chuuya nakahara, your newly and beloved boyfriend, hasn't taken public transportation in years. so he wasn't used to the crushing claustrophobia of other people at all, you, on the other hand seemed rather desensitized to it. smiling and rambling about how 'it's not that bad'. the redhead could only scoff in return, his right hand tightening on the bar for support.

"actually," you continue, clutching your purse in your left hand, "you haven't been here in a while, have you?" you smirk teasingly, causing chuuya to groan in annoyance at your words. the subway doors opening yet again, "well, consider this your fir--"

a new line of bustling people rammed into the compartment, as they filled the station, you stepped back in oblivion, almost seperating you and your fellow company. but with a calculated pull, chuuya hooked an arm around your waist and pulled you close to him, thumb rubbing at your side.

the mafioso lets out a dramatic sigh, "yeah, well? continue?" you look at him in a surprised gaze, eyes darting to the hand still tugged around your waist, even as the sea of other people weren't in threat of a stampede anymore. you felt a knot twist in your stomach as chuuya cocks a brow at you, waiting for you to finish your sentence. "shit, well, now i forgot."

"opinion on people who sleep with socks on?"

you weren't so used to grand gestures in general, but every month your boyfriend, chuuya nakahara, surprised you with something new just because you could deal with his shit. this month, he took you stargazing, with a small theme park next to your designated spot. neon arcade lights reflected off your face and eyes as he took a gloved hand and brushed away some strands with an ever soft graze of his fingers.

you, feeling foreign to the affectionate brush of his fingers, smile tugging at his lips, eyes rested on yours, asked the most random and stupid question that popped in your head. "what's your opinion on people who sleep with socks on?" the ginger chuckles softly at your question, still cupping your cheek, watching as your eyes drag away to anything but him. "shut up already." chuuya smiles boyishly, which reminds you of his raw humanity every once in a while. you hum in a quipped agreement before stiffling a laugh.

"happy not-so-ani-aniversary, pretty girl." chuuya's pillowy lips come down on your left cheek, leaving a soft peck as his thumbs grazes against the side of your face. his lips then connect to your right cheek, making your pinch one of your eyes shut as the redhead pecks your nose. uncontrollably smiling as you giggle, pushing your hair to the side as he presses his soft lips against your forehead, bringing yourselves down.

the mafioso brings you in closer, "i love you." he mutters, as he connects your lips to his. a soft fluttering in his stomach occurs as he feels you smile against his lips, taking his fingers in between your hair as he smooths through it. he was truly enamoured, enchanted, beyond bewitched. chuuya took in how good it feels to have you, a girlfriend, an asshole, a companion.

from every place he held, it was always just you. chuuya knew, that if his fingers fit so perfect in the interlocking of yours, curled around your waist, or cupping your cheek, he was meant to hold you. to be yours, as they say.

a/n: sorry for my vanishing bbgs, ill upload more at christmas break😔😔

[sociopathicartist]

Sans x Reader (BREAKFAST COMBO)(oneshot)

‘BreakfastCombo’

“so… how did the two of you meet anyways?” Fell asked, folding and unfolding the napkin he grabbed with his breakfast.

You were at a hotel (yes, all 7 of you, including you) in Colorado, staying there for the day until you drove down to the ski lodge tomorrow morning. Originally the plan was to leave today, but it started snowing. Snowing bad.

“Sans and I?” You questioned, not sure what he was referring to. There were 6 other skeletons.

He nodded, looking back to see his brother trying to make a plate of food with the hardly salvageable hotel breakfast buffet. “who else? m’ curious. he’s talked about you since the first day we showed up here.”

Hm. You sighed, staring down at the wooden table. God, how did you meet Sans? That was a long story that happened a really long time ago.

“Uhhh, I could tell you. Whydda ask?”

“m’ just wondering. s’ not like any of us had a human best friend like you at home. s’ weird seeing him like this.” He poked at the dry biscuit with his fork, a small snarl on his teeth.

Huh. No you in their AU’s? Interesting.

You tapped your fingers on the desk, thinking back to when you two did meet. Stars, it feels like forever ago.

“Technically,” You started. “I met Papyrus first. I was at Muffet’s and he saw me struggling with the morning crossword. He helped me finish it, promptly suggesting afterward that I try Junior Jumble instead. We just kinda became friends that morning and kept in close contact. I knew Papyrus for at least four months before I ever met Sans. It’s odd.”

“hm? whyssit odd?” Fell slurred his words together like usual, a bad habit of his.

“Well, you know.” You took a bite of your toast, swallowing down the hardly edible substance. “Everyone always meets Sans first. Before Papyrus trained with Undyne, Sans worked for her at the sentry station. Before Alphys met Papyrus, Sans ran into her in hotland and they’d watch anime together sometimes. Before Papyrus met Toriel, Sans would tell her jokes through the door. Everyone always met Sans first, but I didn’t. I didn’t even know the guy existed for a hot minute.”

“THIS FOOD IS DISGRACEFUL.” Edge suddenly appeared next to the two of you, startling you a bit. His arms were folded angrily. “I WILL GO GATHER BLUE AND DISCUSS ABOUT A POSSIBLE SHORT DRIVE TO A DINER SOMEWHERE.”

“Isn’t the whole point of staying at the hotel today because we can’t drive in the snow?” 7 people in one car during a snowstorm was a tad bit wild, especially just for some food.

“THE LODGING IS A 3 HOUR DRIVE. RESTAURANTS ARE CLOSER BY. I’M SURE THIS IS NOT HOW YOU WANT TO EAT THE ENTIRE DAY.”

Fell shrugged, not seeming to care about the whole ordeal. “room service food is way nummier. could jus’ order that, idk.”

Edge scoffed at his brother. “NEVER SAY ‘I.D.K.’ OUTLOUD EVER AGAIN.” He walked away, presumably to go grab Blue who was oddly still asleep.

“Anyways. We met for the first time when Papyrus invited me over for his birthday. I had already met Undyne and Alphys before, so there weren’t too many faces at his party that I didn’t recognize. I suppose Papyrus had talked about me to Sans before because I didn’t introduce myself and he just kinda… Stared at me the whole time.”

“that’s weird. prolly thought you were smokin’ hot and got nervous.”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes. “Again, anyways. I figured I’d break the ice, so when Paps was opening gifts I sat by Sans and cracked a birthday joke and his whole face just lit up. I knew that the guy loved jokes, but I didn’t expect him to crack one-liners and puns at me for the rest of the night.”

You trailed off in your words, the memory playing vividly in your head. After the party you had gone home and decided to scroll through some photos you’d taken earlier, deleting many that Undyne and Alphys spammed on your phone when you had left it unintended. You saved some photos and went to send them to the pair, but saw a new contact added. You clicked on it, seeing the only message being an awful one-liner.

(—-,—-,——) - 9:12 pm - why did the cell phone bring a sweater to the party

(—-,—-,——) - 9:12 pm - it didn’t want to get a cold signal. lol.

(—-,—-,——) - 9:15 pm - it’s cold. stay warm on your way home.

Ah. You must have given Sans your number at some point during the party. Who else would send these horrible puns?

10:05 pm- LMAO. I made it home safe, don’t worry.

You two ended up texting on and off for about an hour before retreating to bed.

A few days later you ended up having a shitty day at work. Unlike your normal tendency to bottle things up, even to your best friend, Papyrus, you wanted to spill your feelings... You called Undyne and Alphys. No answer. Papyrus was busy with Mettaton today, so both those options were out. Toriel answered but said she was at the park with Frisk. You didn't want to impose and passed off your call as a simple check-in. BP would only bring more down since he wasn’t the best at comforting, so you were led to your last option.

You rang the number and heard the pickup tone.

“hey?”

“Hi! Sorry, I’ve just had a long day and wanted to talk.”

You heard a soft sigh before a response. “go on. i’m not busy.”

“you called for how long?” Fell gave a bit of a surprised look to you.

“7 hours! I know. After I told him about my shitty day he ended up telling me about his equally awful one. I don’t know, we just talked.”

Fell stared at you for a moment, the end of his phalange picking at his gold tooth. You raised an eyebrow.

“What? Do I have something on my face?” You battered.

“no, no. keep talkin’.”

After the two of you ended the call, you had asked to call the next day.

So you called the day after that.

And the day after that.

And the day after that one.

It took a long time for you to notice how close you and Sans had become. Papyrus was the realization moment for you.

“HUMAN, I MUST SAY THAT YOU ARE HAVING A GREAT INFLUENCE ON SANS.”

You looked up to Papyrus, setting your menu down on the booth table. “What?”

“HE HAS BEEN MORE ACTIVE NOW THAT HE IS TALKING TO YOU SO MUCH. I MUST SAY, I AM VERY HAPPY WITH THIS DEVELOPMENT!”

“Oh, uhm…” You took a sip of your water, the ice-cold temperature giving the roof of your mouth a bit of a cold shock. “Thanks.”

You did feel a bit bad at the fact that you were spending a bit more time with Sans over Papyrus, your best friend, but he was occupied with Mettaton and didn’t mind much. The two brothers still ate up a large portion of your time.

For Sans’ birthday, you chose to knit him a blanket. You had corrected him several times that it was knitting, not crochet, but now you were convinced that the smirk on his face when you corrected him meant he knew the difference and just said crochet to patronize you.

Although he tried to avoid you from coming into his room, mostly because it was messy and unfurnished, you had caught glimpses of it from time to time. A big ringer you noticed was the lack of a proper blanket in his room. While the temperature didn’t bother him much due to the lack of skin, you still didn’t like the idea of him being without a blanket at night.

You had been sneaky with it, casually asking him to go on a shopping spree with you and stopping at the yarn store on your way home. While you picked out your yarn for a separate project, you watched to see which yarns he liked. It was easy to tell, if he liked the color of it he’d pick it up and see if he liked the feeling. If approved, he’d hold onto it for a few moments before putting it back up. You kept note of which ones he liked and went back to the store alone the next day, picking out enough yarn of the two colors he was amused by.

It turned out as a soft blue blanket. The main yarn was a sky blue that was silky and cold to the touch paired with a dark blue crushed velvet that wrapped as a border. It took about two weeks of knitting in all your free time to finish it, completed by being folded nicely and wrapped up in paper.

After the small party you and your friends planned for him, you chose to give him your gift alone.

Well, not alone. You had attached a letter you wrote for him to the gift and placed the blanket on his mattress, knowing he’d see it later. You were correct, receiving a text from him later thanking you for the gift.

He seemed to open up to you a lot more after that.

“Sooooo, the rest is history.” You tossed the paper plate (still full of gross food) into the trash.

“wow. wowwowwowwowwow.” Fell shook his skull. “boring story.”

You scoffed at him, heading into the elevators as he followed beside you. “Yak it up. You asked. What did you expect, hm?”

He shrugged, pressing your floor number once you were in the elevator. “dunno. sounds like you two were going to shack or somethin’.”

“Fell, you perv! Nothing is going on between him and me.”

“yeahhhh, alright sweetheart.”

You scowled at him, breaking separate ways once you were out of the elevator and going to your hotel room.

You were lucky. Being the 7th member of the ‘friend/family’ group meant you were the odd one out, and also the only female. (ignore if you’re gender-neutral) If there was ever a situation like this where you all had to stay in rooms, you always got your own while all the individual brothers shared theirs. You can only imagine the chaos breaking out between Edge and Fell, cooped up in that tiny room together.

Your bed was cold and plush when you laid down on it, all made up by the hotel cleaning service. You stared up at the ceiling, your hands over your stomach. There wasn’t anything going on between you two, right?

Ugh. It was only 8:30 am, so most everyone was still asleep except the malicious duo, that was unless Edge successfully woke up Blue. You couldn’t just go back to sleep either. All the talking and walking around made your sleepiness wear off, so you were just a bit stuck. You grabbed your phone, choosing to mindlessly scroll on Pinterest.

You wouldn’t make a move on Sans since you were almost 100% positive that not only was he not interested in you, but that he wasn’t interested in a relationship at all. Every time you brought up the subject he just got dodgy, so you just chose to bury any feelings you had deep down so that you wouldn’t risk the friendship and be a hopeless romantic over some guy.

But now?

Ugggggh. Your feelings were all in a wad. Fell had successfully just made things complicated. He may be a bit of a punk sometimes, but he wouldn’t say something like that to you if he didn’t think you two were interested in each other. Even though he’s a bit rougher around the edges, he still is a Sans. He has the same morals and motivations similar to Classic, unlike Blue on the other hand. He would be your next best dig at getting into Sans’ thoughts since asking him directly was too risky.

You could ask Papyrus, but Papyrus is loyal to keeping his word. You heavily admired it and used his loyalty as a bit of a role model for yourself, but unfortunately, that meant that going to him for an inside scoop meant you’d have to be tricky with your words. Sure, he wouldn’t let you go in completely blind since you were his best friend. If he knew of your little crush he definitely wouldn’t let you get heartbroken, and would give indirect suggestions that technically don’t break his loyalty.

You chose your next best option.

8:34 - u up?

8:35 - i wanna ask u smthn.

8:39- did u go back to sleep ?

8:41 - evil sans (satan) - what's up

8:42 - do u think he likes me?

8:42 - don’t make fun

8:43 - evil sans (satan) - jfc, you woke me up for this?

8:43 - evil sans (satan) - im going back 2 sleep

8:44 - fell pleeeease:(:(:(

8:45- evil sans (satan) - im not sure. he doesn’t talk about that stuff to me. he does act interested in u though, esp compared to how he acts around everyone else.

Mh. You typed and sent a short thanks to him, feeling pretty satisfied with what new information you’ve learned.

You shut your phone off, sighing and tossing it beside you. If you were back home, you’d go and talk to Toriel about this. She’s always so nice and comforting to talk to. Granted, Alphys and Undyne were also good options, but they had a bit of a hard time keeping a secret in relation to crushes. You’d be teased high to no end. Mettaton would be nice to talk to, you could have a day with facemasks, mani-pedis, and gossip.

But you weren’t home, were you? So… how to pass the time…

The time went by slowly. It wasn’t until about 10 am that Blue and Stretch woke up, begrudging you to hang out with them downstairs in the hotel lounge. Since you already had plans to take a short drive to get food, eating at the hotel wasn’t really on the table. Blue dragged you and Edge to do one of the community puzzles the hotel had while Stretch and Fell lounged in chairs, occupied on their phones.

It didn’t take long for Sans and Papyrus, the iconic duo, to show up in the lobby. The short skeleton stood behind you, ruffling your hair a bit while Papyrus rambled on about why they were up so late.

“HORRIBLE. JUST HORRIBLE. WE HAVE BEEN UP FOR THE PAST HOUR AND I HAVE WASTED 30 MINUTES JUST DRAGGING HIM OUT OF BED!” Papyrus complained, some snickers being heard from Stretch about the situation.

“I’m sorry, Papyrus.” You tried to console him, elbowing Sans in the ribcage for his older brother's havoc. “When we get to the ski lodge tomorrow we’ll have our own room.”

Sans nodded, feigning a hurt expression from your elbow jab. “sorry bro. i really gotta work on my self o-bed-ience.”

Several groans were heard, and Fell waved Sans off. “boring, lazy, sloppy. you’ve been lacking on your puns recently.”

Blue connected another puzzle piece, a small look of pride and victory on his face. “I SUGGEST YOU CHANGE OUT OF YOUR PYJAMAS, LAZY ME. WE ARE GOING OUT TO EAT.”

Papyrus’ attention was caught. “GOING OUT? I THOUGHT IT WAS TOO SNOWY.”

“FOR A 3 HOUR DRIVE, YES.” Edge corrected. “BUT THIS DINER IS ONLY 5 MINUTES AWAY AND SEEMS TO SERVE EDIBLE BREAKFAST OPTIONS.”

“hmmm. who’s gonna drive, again?” Stretch eyed everyone in the group. None of you preferred driving.

Papyrus’ face changed to fear, quickly holding up his hand to his nasal socket. “NOES-GOES!”

The crowd of you went wild, the once tired and calm group now screaming “noes goes” while raising their hand. A few people in the lounge looked over at you, trying to see what was disturbing the peace.

Blue groaned once he realized he yelled out last. “WHY DO I ALWAYS LOSE AT NOES-GOES?! I SWEAR, YOU ASSHOLES ONLY PICK IT BECAUSE IT IS THE ONE GAME I AM BAD AT.”

“sorry, bro.” Stretch showed a half-hearted sympathetic look. “we don’t make the rules.

“Why don’t we put up the puzzle and head out then? There’s nothing wrong with being in your pyjamas. It’s not like we know anyone here.” You gestured to your lazy pyjama outfit, vouching a bit for Sans.

“see? they get it.” Sans commented, looking at you with a lazy grin.

“I SUPPOSE IT’S OKAY… BUT JUST FOR TODAY.”

The drive was chaos.

Somehow just five minutes in the car leads to sibling fights, Blue yelling at everyone to shut up so that he can focus on driving, Sans pestering Papyrus with puns and Fell showing you TikToks on your phone that he found funny. You never got a break from them.

Blue managed to park the car with several harasses from Edge about how “HE NEEDS A CAR SEAT TO EVEN LOOK OUT THE WINDSHIELD PROPERLY.” The snow was still relentless, just occurring to you that Blue was right and you should have not gone out in your pyjamas. While the others didn’t have skin and weren’t temperature-bothered, you were. You kept trying to rush them all into the diner as quickly as possible.

“I RECALL THAT YOU WERE THE ONE WANTING TO STAY IN YOUR PYJAMAS.” Edge teased you, watching as you sat down and tried to conserve your warmth by wrapping your arms around your waist.

You grabbed one of the menus, glaring at him. “I didn’t realize how cold I’d be. Gimmie a break, man.”

You loved him, but he could be a tad annoying sometimes. Quite frankly all of them got on your nerves now and then.

Food items, Food items… Hashbrowns, some ‘Waffle Topple’ special for 9.99. Your stomach grumbled at all the options.

“still cold?” Sans’ familiar voice rang out.

You looked down at him, seeing that he was sitting next to you. Odd, usually Papyrus or Stretch sat by you.

Checking around the table, you saw the chatter amongst the other skeletons. The two of you would be able to talk one one-on-one for a few minutes before any interruptions.

“A bit. It’s not my fault it’s still cold in here.” You scanned over the menu again. “Whatcha gonna get?”

“not sure.” Sans shrugged, tapping his phalanges on the menu. “all of these options are pretty eggstraordinary.”

“Sans.”

“but i think the breakfast combo looks grape.”

You crossed your arms, watching as his amused expression developed. “I’m not doing it. It’s too early.”

“what?” Sans looked over to you. “you got something to hash out with me?”

“10 am. 10.”

“just one? then i’ll quit.” Sans pleaded. “don’t grit your teeth at my puns.”

You groaned in annoyance, hiding your face behind your menu and peeking at him. “Uhmmmm. I’m really tired. I don’t think I can mustard up any good puns.”

Sans stared at you for a few seconds, a bit of a confused and enticed expression. “wow. mustard isn’t even a breakfast food.”

“You didn’t say it had to be.”

“didn’t i? i thought it was obvious with the way my puns were roll-ing.”

“I thought you said you’d quit.”

“i know.” Sans winked, setting his menu back on the table and shrugging off his jacket.

He pulled you in by your shoulders, wrapping his jacket around you to provide a layer of warmth.

You smiled softly, your cheeks heating up a bit since he got so close. Breathe. “Aw. for me? Your musty ketchup jacket?”

Sans brushed you off, his permanent smile twinging upward a bit more. “whaaattt? diddya think i’d give you the cold shoulder?”

You elbowed his arm, pretending to be annoyed despite enjoying his puns. It was a bit impressive how witty he was. You wrapped the jacket around you a bit tighter, not seeing the way Sans was busy staring at you.

“Whatcha gonna order, Papyrus?” Your voice rang soft to him.

Papyrus looked up to you, beginning to ramble about all the options they had, Blue occasionally piping in to debate on which one was best. You glanced over to Sans while listening to them babble, catching a glance of him before he quickly looked away.

You’d tell him soon, one day.

first one shot upload:3 idk if i should make it a two part or not? thanks for reading <3

[t-lostinworlds]

here's the summary btw:

They say opposites attract. You and Bucky were so alike—He was called The Winter Soldier and you were called Frost, for fucks sake—that it's probably the reason why you hated each other. Or was it the denying of powerful feelings in fear of getting hurt? You know, like how the cliché goes. Because you know what they also say: There's a fine line between love and hate.

not the best summary but eh. it's 5 am my brain is fried. i know 28k & oneshot in the same sentence is crazy but it's normal for me so ksksksks it does read better as a one-shot bc i wrote is as one so the flow and transition with scenes is like a oneshot (it's hard to explain but anyway) i also haven't reread the whole thing yet so maybe there's a middle point i can cut it. tho i don't think there's a cliffhanger good enough (well there is but you're going to end up with a 20k first part and an 8k second part so it doesn't make sense) and also, if i do divide it into two. posting will prolly be one week later. but i mean, who knows what the universe will decide.

[bigmack2go]

Did someone say Racer hc’s????

-He’s Italian

-he didn’t immigrate voluntarily

-some people just stormed into their families house one day, threatening them. They took him and his sister but he never saw her again. Any of them… he knows his grandma had heart problems and he wonders every night if she even survived that night, or if she had a heart attack.

-So this is probably a me thing but Racer (92’sies)-Antonio, and Race(live’sies)- Ed, are separate people

-ironically Race has his nickname from being fast and RacER has his nickname from selling at sheepshead. But that’s prolly just cuz racer was there before race came around.

-(yk joey? She’s Race’s cusin, not racers.)

- he doesn’t know that his sister isn’t actually too far away from him. Actually she’s a sewer rather near-by.

-the first time he sees her again is at the strike. He does a double take but doesn’t recognise her after all. He apologises and goes “sorry, you look a lot like someone i know.” Then takes off his hat and goes “you have very beautiful eyes, good day” and she smiles and they probably don’t find out:(

(I can deffo write a oneshot abt this is anyone cares to hear abt it, just tell me. Maybe they even actually do find out one day…)

-he curses in latin. (He doesn’t even know what it means and probably doesn’t even know that it IS latin) and it makes him come off like the biggest, most arrogant brat ever, he loves it. He probably thinks it’s italian bc it sound similar (…sort of…) he doesn’t even remember much Italian, he still speaks it but thats just sort if muscle memory

-does smoke, but only cigarettes, the cigar is just for fidgeting and maybe a few puffs if something special happens.

- He has a fancy suit that he was wearing the day they were taken from their home; they were playing around and he was wearing his fathers, way too big clothes. His cigar was behind his ear and he was playfully mocking him. That’s how the whole civar thing started in the first place. He also has one pocket watch that he found in the jacket. He doesn’t even know what it’s worth until years later but when someone asks him why he doesn’t sell it, he would be rich, “prob’ly richa den ol’ man rovavelt, Racer!” He doesn’t sell it bc he has hopes of using it to find his family one day.

-funfact: he was checking the time on the day of the strike and his sister too did a double take upon seeing his face in combination with the clock. But she wasnt like “oh i thought this was my brother” but instead “oh i thought this was my father for a second, but since he’s way young it isn’t him” and didn’t think about it any longer.

-besties with kidblink and boots

-they other olders make fun of him a lot for looking so much younger than he is. (He’s almost sixteen but looks like thriteen or something)

[cupioriot]

any octavian/octkahale song recs? i've been listening to 'we will commit wolf murder' (of montreal) a lot recently and i feel like it kind of fits octkahale but honestly it might just be my brain projecting them onto it.

oh my gods yes hi hello i have been working on a playlist for octkahale for a bit and ive had an octavian playlist for a while that i have not shared thank you sooo much for this ask. i am SO SORRY it took me this long to answer this i kept forgetting about it

ALSO YES OH MY GODS THAT FITS SO WELL HELLO IM SCREAMING?? anon ily and this song

but yeah this post isnt much analysis sort of just observations and me connecting themes from songs to octavian (and mike)

warning. pretty long post under cut

as for the songs i associate with octkahale;

I will never shut up about them and Vampire Empire by Big Theif. I think about them everytime i listen to it, honestly. So, this, as I see it, if from Mike's perspective, talking about Octavian, more specifically Blood of Olympus era.

"[...] I'm not quiet, you've been quiet just recieving what you said Reeling, feeding, feeling filled by everything you fed I see you as you see yourself in all the books you read Overwhelmed with guilt and realizing the disease."

"You give me chills, I've had it with the drills I am nothing, you are nothing, we are nothing with the pills I am empty till she fills, alive until she kills[..]"

"I wanted to be your woman, I wanted to be your man I wanted to be the one that you could understand"

"Well I walked into your dagger for the last time in a row * It's like trying to start a fire with matches in the snow Where you can't seem to hold me, cant seem to let me go So I can't find surrender, cant keep control"

(*the end of this lyric was removed in the now released version of the song, making the actual lyric "well I walked into your dagger for the last time" however I though the demo version fit better for them here)

alsoooo. P.U.N.K Girl by Heavenly. This to me sounds like Mike trying to defend Octavian in some way. Much more domestic than the other one lmao

"People say she's bad But they don't see The way she is with me"

"P is for the painful way she makes me feel some days U is for utopia, the other times with her N is for the new wave dreams she had back in her teens K is for the kid in her [...]"

"She is honest in kind but in a way that people see As telling lies and being mean She has thousands of dreams but what they are I'll never know I hope I figure in them though"

"I don't care if they don't see Just how great that girl can be But I wish she'd find a way To act well for just one day I don't mind if they can't see Just how much she means to me[...]"

"She is hardened to hurt her softness hidden from the world But almost ready to unfurl She tries so hard to change but something always happens to Persuade her, it's too hard to do"

I put like. almost the whole song their. It just works very well imo :')

Allies or Enemies by The Crane Wives. This to me also reminds me of Blood of Olympus. augh. Mainly just Octavian and Michaels tenseness. This one I'd say is from Octavian's perspective. I have been meaning to do a oneshot about this for so long and I prolly will once I figure out how to do Octavian's narrative voice (i have been working at it too long. anyways)

"The words I speak Are wildfires and weed They spread like some awful damn disease And I swear, I didn't mean what I said I swear, I didn't mean it."

"Now listen close You owe me ears for dropping eaves Forget it all, you caught me in a moment weak Sometimes I just can't help myself[..]"

"Remember when I could tell you not to smile when you were mad? And you would always crack And we'd both be laughing in the end Now you're not so quick to forget"*

(*this verse specifically I think fits in Mike's perspective. only this one specifically tho)

"Are we allies or enemies? This will be the death of me This will be the death of me All is fair in love and war, but I can't fight with you anymore This will be the death of me"

"What happens now? Do we have another go? Do we bow out and take our separate roads? I'll admit I've had my doubts But I want to be let in, not out[..]"

Nothing's New by Rio Romeo. Ohhh my gods yeah. I like angst with them very often sorry guys. Octavian's perspective, rocky times w them. Not much more to elaborate on methinks.

"I want to be touched, be loved I wanna heal, be hugged It's just the two of us Or that's what we swore And if I lost my charm Apologies due, no harm Cause you got ahold of my heart And I know it's worn"

"I want to be close to you But I don't know what to do 'Cause if we are near to through It may make it worse And if I start to grieve 'Cause it feels like you're 'bout to leave Forgive me, I'm not naive I've been here before"

Tongues & Teeth by The Crane Wives. Oh my gods. No thoughts just Octavian warning Mike that he's flawed and despite the fact that Mike is fine with that and wants to help him, he [Octavian] just knows it wont end well.

"I've grown a mouth so sharp and cruel It's all I can give to you, my dear"

"And I know you mean so well But I am not a vessel for your good intent"

"Desperation will erase the fact I'm keeping all Of the answers in my cigarette box Yeah the answer's in the second before the other shoe drops[...]"

Octavian specifically!(a lot of these r like him and his relationships with other charavters);

Brutus - The Buttress. OCTAVIAN TALKING ABOUT JASON AND ABOUT THE GIANT WAR/HIS DEATH HELLO YOU ALL SEE MY VISION YES. I almost cited the entire thng but. just listen to it the ENTIRE THING WORKS!! i have literally no intelligent way to explain said thoughts i just. take these mid observations

"Or am I just wishing I could be like you? That the people would see me too as a poet, And not just the muse. Oh, it's not true, I don't wish harm upon you From birth we've been like brothers from different mothers Within the spirit of the same womb May the Gods strike me down if I forsake you, Frater meus, you're beautifully made And to you I'm forever grateful[...]"

"I know the love you showed me came from a pure and noble heart I love you, and if you want, I'll call you king But why do I lie awake each night thinking 'instead of you, it should be me?' "

^^ugh on the topic of how he feels about jason's status. i think he would feel a weird sort of jealousy, and a lot of that would be distressing because he likes jason. its not jasons fault that he has the acomplishments octavian wants. but he's human and that comes with loathing.

"Something wicked this way comes And as I set to face it, I'm unsure Should I embrace it, should I run? What motivates me? Hatred? Is it love? What's more wrong; that I too wish to be great Or my mother wished she'd had a son? And even if I can't be the one Maybe I could at least help make way for him Until the day that he comes Maybe my name could also be known That I helped return good to the people And restored greatness to Rome."

^^all just about the giant war. oh my gods this boys desire to save his city. ALSO THE 'wished she'd had a son' LINE. cheering and clapping as a trans octavian truther (literally either way. it works either way transfem and transmasc octavian truthers unite)

"So with a heavy heart I'll guide this dagger into the heart of my enemy My whole life, you were a teacher and friend to me Please know my actions are not motivated only by envy I, too, have a destiny This death will be art The people will speak of this day from near and afar This event will be history, and I'll be great too I don't want what you have, I want to be you"

'goodbye, traitor Jason Grace!' ahh lyrics. oh hell he makes me ill.

"I always knew I could be the one Though I feel the endless pain of being And I am scorched by the Sun Of humble origins and born of the cursed sex My name is Brutus, but the people will call me Rex"

mmmm. something something prophet of apollo. something something transgender my brain is radio static.

now. heres a few where i really dont know how to draw any specific connections between him and the lyrics just. sort of themes which i apply to octavian. all of the songs are good listens though imo (especially wannabe which is SO UNDERATED AND SO GOOD)

Wannabe, Pt. 2 - North Bloom

Saint Bernard - Lincoln

Flight of The Crows - Jhariah

CHOKE - IDKHBTFM

A Mask of My Own Face - Lemon Demon

I Am Not a Robot - MARINA

Teen Idle - MARINA

Under My Skin - Jukebox The Ghost

Migraine - Twenty One Pilots

THANKYOU SO MUXH FOR THIS ASK I LOVED MAKING THIS POST

[compacflt]

Your thoughts about Ice and Mav and their sexualities and how their environment has shaped them is soo interesting I am chewing it... just thinking about how Ice particularly would handle that conflict arising in his subordinates - Maverick isn't in as much a position to be the person kicking guys out of the Navy for whatever reason, but Ice certainly is. The conflict of public vs private in how he handles minorities under his command, not only women but also non-white people and of course the big one: other queer men... In the Slider oneshot Ice confesses that he's gotten guys kicked out of the Navy for both less and more than what he's done with Maverick - did you have any other thoughts about the inevitable conflict of scandals that he would have had to deal with re: people who were outed in one way or another, and how that would weigh on him as someone who self admittedly is aware of how what he wants to be (4 star admiral) and who he is (a man attracted to at the very least, one other man) are not compatible with each other?

hmm. Hadn’t thought about it. Admittedly i know very little about the intricacies & vagaries of DADT or its enforcement (and i am answering this ask quite hungover & not in the mood to research) but—based on what I said last week/the week before that, that ice has no philosophical qualms with DADT because he agrees that sexuality should be hidden/private & “why are you talking about your personal identity when you could be doing your job better,” i think—yeah. he would enforce it. He would stand by its enforcement. If a little hesitant/disappointed, and if only as insurance to the brass above him, yes, i do still know what the rules are, and also, man these stupid kids these days have no idea how to keep it a secret… like, independent of him personally identifying as gay or not, he looks down (in a paternalistic “come ON be smarter than that” way) upon people/personnel who can’t keep it a secret, who refuse to live closeted for the sake of the Navy… post TGM rooster prolly lights into him for it later. But Ice is commander of the pacific fleet, like that is an extremely public & POLITICAL position, like it or not. Like there’s a lot of sneakiness/sleazy political scheming that has to go on there by necessity because it’s a political appointment. by now ice must have learned that silent underground subterfuge/rebellion (in this context, frosting his tips, being w/maverick, or being totally fine with gays in the navy as long as they’re quiet about it [a very mainstream leadership position—the navy is historically gay as fuck]) is a more effective and self-preserving strategy than open insubordination. Keep it secret. Don’t ask and don’t tell.

And this should not be surprising. Dude, his whole fucking character in the original top gun is “I am successful because i refuse to be a revolutionary.” Like i feel like i repeat myself so often on this blog, but ice’s anti-open-revolutionaryness is literally his whole THING. it’s his whole character canonically. it’s what sets him apart from maverick—it’s what makes him mavericks narrative foil. ice’s anti-open-revolutionaryness is what gives him a fucking purpose to exist in the franchise. As an archetype, he exists as “the guy who does things by the book no matter what.” It is literally integral to his character. And in-universe-wise it’s a political lifestyle im personally plus-minus on, but it’s a very understandable political lifestyle for someone in his position to have.

[farolero-posting]

Your most recent post sparked something so I hope you don’t mind a rant/ramble/infodump in your askbox lol

I like the barrens too! I like the barrens because it feels like the moon. Like the stars. Like some fantasy version of the moon frfr. If the moon had water it would prolly look like those phosphor shrimp pools idk but those pools look like pools of stars and grhrgfryr the fucking CRATERS the CRATERS ITS THE MOON ITS LITERALLY THE MOON ITS AAARATGHRH makes me obsessed. and then the phosphor soundtrack sounds like the stars like a whole new planet like like like 🥺🥺🥺 I LITERALLY MADE A WHOLE STORY CENTERED AROUND A FANTASY VERSION OF THE MOON HEAVILY INSPIRED BY THE BARRENS LIKE??? (I am obsessed with themes of space, stars, galaxies, stuff like that if you cant tell lol ITS JUST SO PRETTYYYYYY)

Oh also the phosphor shrimp pools are SOOOOO gender

I DO NOT MIND AT ALL BECAUSE I AGREE.

I think I remember Night saying that Silver was one of the first characters they like Saw. And it was someone like a knight in the moon. And honestly yeah the moon is a very appropriate comparison to the Barrens. The shrimp pools are Some Kind of gender. I see it yeah.

I know you're on anon but if you wanna tell me more about that story I would die to hear about it.

I think in general so much of the art choices in OneShot feel like made in a lab to cater to my taste. I have Dreamed of places that remind me a lot about the Glen, for instance

[athyrabunlord]

26 or 49 for nozomi/umi?

“It sounds like you’re trying to convince yourself.“ [Prompt List]

A/N: Since 26 was already picked, 49 it is! Ah, a guilty ship, my precious Lily White ｡ﾟ(｡ﾉ��ヽ｡)ﾟ｡ a simple bliplet, I hope that I’ve captured the pure and mellow sort of dynamic I envision them having (when it’s not crack mode ofc *looks at that MountainClimbing episode)Words: 823

“Here, please have some.”

“Ara, thank you, Umi-chan.”

“You are welcome,” Umi could feel herself relaxing as she sits down on the porch beside her guest. Nozomi reaches for the plate of watermelon slices, her eyes crinkled in mirth. She makes hums of appreciation, relishing in the sweet snack with her cheeks puffed.

Smiling in fondness, Umi herself also begins to eat the fruit meticulously, sat upright in the standard seiza pose. It’s truly fitting, to name it ‘watermelon’, for it does have an ample amount of juice perfect for a hot summer afternoon like today.

The heat wave is enough to make one dizzy under the sun, coaxing residents to take refuge under the shades. With cicadas buzzing in the background and the stifling air all around, Umi could feel tickles of lethargy coaxing her to take a nice, long nap inside the family dojo. She shakes her head slightly and takes another dainty bite, clearing her mind but also steeling it at the same time for what she must do today.

The lack of movement from the corner of her eye catches her attention, and one glance tells her that Nozomi has stopped eating and is merely gazing at her.

“W-What? Is something on my face?” Umi falters, putting down the watermelon skin and dabs at her lips with a napkin. That gaze feels familiar, its paradoxical quality piercing your soul yet soothing it at the same time. It is the same look Nozomi had given her when she…

“I know why you invited me here today, Umi-chan. It’s okay, you don’t have to give me an answer. I can wait.” Nozomi’s smile is kind and patient, and Umi drops her gaze in shame as she fiddles with her fingers.

“No, that is not right. I should give you a proper answer… I should have given you one then, instead of making you wait this long.”

A week ago, Nozomi had confessed to Umi, and rather directly too instead of through her typical riddles. Umi was too stunned to react back then, but at least she was given time to sort through her thoughts and feelings, thus leading to her calling the older girl to the dojo today.

Through their idol activities, whether in subunit sessions or during school setting, she has grown quite fond of the quirky but dependable girl. Nozomi is more than a senpai, more than an older sister figure. She is not just a confidante, but someone Umi wishes to spend more time with and, to become her pillar of strength.

If this were a perfect world, she would have accepted Nozomi’s feelings immediately and embraced her with everything she has.

Alas, the worrywart side of her can’t help but worry about their future, about her responsibilities as a Sonoda, about society’s acceptance of their relationship, and so on. She just does not know how to articulate her concerns, but she knows that she needs to convey her thoughts.

After she manages to finish explaining herself, Nozomi gives her a warm smile.

“It sounds like you’re trying to convince yourself. That’s not how you really feel, is it?”

So easily, she breaks through Umi’s carefully-built wall with that simple gesture and resonating voice.The younger girl purses her lips in chagrin.

“I’m prepared, Umi-chan, but I don’t want to force you either-”

“No! You are not forcing me anything,” Umi reaches for Nozomi’s hand, her voice a pitch higher but unwavering. “You have no idea how happy it makes me to hear that you return my feelings too. You are correct, I was trying to convince myself otherwise just so we would not have to confront obstacles in the way of our relationship. It does not matter what difficulties we may face… the bottom line is, I want to be with you. I like you, Nozomi.”

Oddly, Umi does not feel embarrassed by her words. There is nothing ‘harenchi’ about saying the truth. She is simply expressing her feelings from her heart.  

“…I’m glad to hear that.” Nozomi lowers her head so Umi could not see her expression. Her hoarse, emotional voice is telling enough, prompting Umi to envelope her in a tight hug.

Filled with contentedness and protectiveness, Umi shyly kisses the top of Nozomi’s head and murmurs. “I suppose I just needed to talk it out, to hear myself aloud… I am on the same page as you are now, Nozomi.”

Nozomi’s responding chuckle has that characteristic playfulness, making Umi smile in relief that the girl’s spirit isn’t dampened by her awkwardness. Peering up, Nozomi slips her arms around Umi’s waist and leans closer.

“So you are.”

Their gazes connect and soon, their lips follow suit.

[retronamic]

Arcane Women and their S/O at the Beach

Inspiration struck in a thunderstrom at 3 am. Hope yall enjoy :))))

Also i might start making drabbles or oneshots now if I'm not tooooo lazy since i have exams coming up too and haven't studied for shit ANYWAYS

Gender Neutral! Reader

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Г Vi |

- A WHOLE ASS 5 YEAR OLD

- The minute her feet touched warm sand, it's as if her mental age dropped by a couple years. You could help but giggle at her antics.

- Imagine this woman who looks like she's killed a man turn into literally golden retriever and rave about who can find the most seashells to take home.

- Even challenged some kids to a sand castle building contest (she lost and came crying to you and you had to buy her a snow cone and cuddle her till she felt better. Bish imma a mother no drama )

- I mean its understandable as to whyyy she's like this. Growing up in Zaun finding a body of water that wasn't a literal cesspool of filth and toxins was rare. Plus not really getting to be a kid growing up and living the rest of her adolescence in juvie :(((

- This also explains why when you asked to go in the water, she froze. She prolly forgot to mention a key detail bout herself....she can't swim. I mean she was embarrassed to admit it. She prides herself on being this independent, strong and "I can do it all" type of woman, but when it comes getting from one end of the pool to the other.... "Babeeee, let's us go back to the blanket, we don't have to go in the water. What if there's a shark? I heard the pop out of nowhere"

- .....the water hasn't even passed her knees. Even though she's being overdramatic and whiny, don't make fun herrr. She's just not use to large bodies of water and worse swimming in them

Being the loving partner you are, you helped her wade through the water, assuring her there's nothing to be sacred of. You taught her the basics and by the end of it, she can do a decent doggy paddle to save her life :))))

Г Sevika |

- Like Vi, wasn't use to large body of non toxic water. So when she actually saw the beach, she was stunned for a hot minute

- She mainly sat on the blanket under the umbrella admiring the view and shit. She even scooped you up and placed you on top of her and went back to relaxing (if you have on a bikini, she def played with the strings and "accidently" loosed your top. Don't worry since your pressed against her chest no one saw anything).

- She's asked you to help her apply some sunscreen. She used it as an excuse to flex her muscles like the show off she is and also she doesn't like the sun all that much (but mostly looked for an excuse to flex her biceps)

- You asked her if she wanted to come in the water with you. She said no. Why? Even though she said she was tired, the real reason is, well yea she hates water but also she knew that if she went into the water she would have to take off her robotic arm

- Even though, Sevika is a confident and head strong woman, she is still a little bit insecure about her arm. Though its been years since the incident, she prefers to avoid situations in taking off her arm, as without it she doesn't feel whole

- She never told you any of this, but you picked up on it since when you first get together, she kept her robotic arm away from you most of the time. You respected the fact that she probably didn’t want to go in the water, and when on your own. 

- When you came back she made some corny pick up line, to which you hit her on her shoulder and called her an idiot (but you were blushhhhhhhinnngggg and she saw ittt)

Г Grayson |

- Doesn’t go to the beach often tbh. One, crowds. This woman hatesss crowded places (same tho) so prefers to go to some private pool if she can and she also thinks the ocean is dirty asf. I mean she isn’ttt wrongg but still

- Mostly stays under the umbrella just reading a book and munching on some of the food she packed. A quite peaceful day at the beach......until your ass got bored and wanted to mess with her

- You pushed your face in between her and her book. You proceeded to channel every muscle in your face to make you give the biggest pout ever. Not being one to say no to you (spoiled asf), she agreed to come with you

- You guys splashed around in the water for a bit until you challenged her to a swimming race. You thought, you would obviously win since, Grayson is older than you (I'm not calling her old) and how fast can she be? 

- She had to drag you back out the water, since you could barely kick your legs anymore with how tired you were. She got you huffing and puffing (and not in the good way). “H-How the h-h-hell y-you *breath* swim so fast?” 

- I mean it’s simple, she is the sheriff of Piltover, you realllllyy think they would hire a bish that can’t swim :/ 

- She told you that you did great and did a decent job at keeping you with her (A for effort) she gave you a quick peck on the lips and proceeded to carry your ass to the blanket, where you guys sent the rest of the day eating snacks while Grayson the book aloud to you

Г Ambessa |

- Has been to may beaches across all of Runeterra, and at each and every one of them, she treated it like a god damn runway

- Nah cuz tell me why she had to step out in the most revealing, figure hugging bathing suit she had........were you complaining? No. Were you jealous that other people WILL be looking? A lil bit. I mean look herrrr

- And the fact Ambessa is a natural show off, didn’t help. Even though you knew she was flexing her muscles for you (and it was well appreciated ngl), you still had to spend the first couple hours of your beach trip, shooing off random people who were trying to pick her up (and some of them were damn disrespectful, acting like you weren’t preached on her lap as they tried to get her number) 

- Ambessa didn’t entertain them either, she would let them bat the ball but she would purposefully let the ball fly out the gate. She found you cuddling further into her quite cute, she liked that you were protective of her (even though she surely didn’t need much protecting, it was nice to know you were willing to regardless) 

- When yall went in the water, you were practically being tossed around like a ragdoll (I mean you should be used to that feeling already) but you on her shoulders one minute, then cradled in her arms the next, then somehow on her back, then back on her shoulders. You had fun though and she made sure not to hurt you at all :)))

I wanted to extend to Caitlyn and Mel butttt my ass is lazy asf and I have writer's block since I have labs to complete for school. Also I might start doing requests and stuff since again writers block is capping my ass rn and I need inspoooooo. Anyways enjoy loveliesss ❤❤❤

[fisherrprince]

*slides in on fuzzy socks* hi hello i was wondering. If you have any fic recommendations for kh. Because I just finished kingdom hearts three and am looking at the number of fics on ao3 and am Very intimidated so,,,, (dont feel like you gotta resp to this tho!)

oh anon, yes

I’m gonna break this into two categories, not because I have 100 bookmarks for you, but because organization makes me happy and I think just coming out of KH would make u more inclined to canonverse than aus or more conceptual fics… all of which I have!! And keep in mind a lot of really good fics on ao3 are ships. So let’s see here

canonverse/canon-adjacent

(I don’t need you to) worry for me - cigna_hime - I present you with an amazing fic about vanitas seeking out ventus way before he was supposed to, and ending up a wayfinder. Fic that makes me feel soooooo many emotions

Dandelion seeds - corishadowfang - khux likers do you want more dandelions? And Union leaders? Of course you do dandelion seeds is a collection of oneshots following ephy and the other leaders as they try to run daybreak town for four years together. This has made me cry as well. If you like this read her other work it has subject x skuld and treasure planet in it yes yes yes

Like some pitch moon - alcor - this one is very violent and it is also VERY SATISFYING, im not even a leaisa and leaisa go BRRRRR. also there’s some really cool stuff with ymx and kairi in here. Lea and Kairi enter the final battle of kh3 together, and something sure hits the fan.

runs on happy faces - bukkunkun - short, sweet, so sweet, so so sweet, sora grows up on the gummiship

the joining of unlike things - mousapelli - love this one!! worldbuilding about keychains!! Forging keychains! Roxas and riku and sora and aqua!

reminiscent - therasia - REMINISCENT GOOD. Ventus misses Vanitas (or at least the challenge) and goes to fight the vanitas remnant about it, to the detriment of literally just himself a lot. Tagged as ship but as it’s unfinished, it’s not really there yet

like old times (before we had a care in the world) - prototyping - I could prolly have a whole category about wayfinder fluff. I do have a whole category about wayfinder fluff psst hey kid

aus (outside of canon)

See you in shibuya - end-alls - TWEWY TIME this one is FUN. It’s a whole what if about yozora, Sora, and riku in the reapers game, and I love the spec worldbuilding and character stuff. also vanitas gets a leather jacket. What more could you ask for

they may pass - magicites - ventus vanitas ffx au! a sellsword and an al bhed summoner complete their pilgrimage. I’m on the floor sobbing my eyes out and the author knows I’ve done this multiple times and she laughs at me (not really she’s very nice.)

cough it out - ??? - verrrrry cute soriku confession fic. sora is sick and riku accidentally gets roped into not avoiding him anymore. Also sora is obsessed with Disney movies

cool sea turtle beats to relax/rehabilitate to - frootlups - dandelions run a sea turtle rescue and it’s literally one of the only chatfics I have ever found that feels like an actual discord server they would have. this one is so fun and Ephemer saying “I’m literally obsessed with you. Like wtf is wrong with you” is in my head forever

at the edge of hope - bookwormally - PACIFIC RIM AU!!!!!!!!!!!!!! currently being updated WHAT more could you WANT they pilot JAEGARS TOGETHER

umbra, penumbra - end-alls - vanitas-ventus roleswap. Ventus is spooky scary, and gets his hand licked by a darkness rat. I made fanart for this one it makes me go :]

a lot of these authors have many other very good works, and I have a stockpile of fics that are Similar (like my ten wayfinder fluff fics) - so, like if there’s only one oneshot here or only one cool au and you want more, lemme know and I’ll let you know if I have em! I kind of guessed and went for the medium long, some shorter

[that-was-anticlimactic]

001: atla favorite friendship? (also hi hope you’re having a good day:) )

atla

favorite character:

i mean. this is prolly pretty freaking obvious but uhhhh. sokka <3 my absolute Beloved <3

least favorite character:

zhao. he’s the biggest cis fish of them all :| but also the owl for being mean to sokka and also hahn for being mean to sokka AND yue don’t test me sirs

five favorite ships (canon or non-canon):

ooo okay,,, zukka, yueki, jetru, mailee, kataang, & jinzula,,, look ik that’s six but idc ajsbwknsks

character i find most attractive:

,,, sokka. okay no but other than the obvious,,, idk katara is beautiful and lovely and deserves more appreciation <3 but they’re all also like children so idk man sjdbksndnd

character i would marry:

i mean. again, they’re all children so i feel less comfortable answering this one lol

character i would be best friends with:

SOKKA okay but other than him. mai <3

a random thought:

suki is scared of most animals but especially polar bear dogs and atla equivalent of geese <3 also we need to talk more about the fact that zuko kicked a table in half we don’t talk about that enough

an unpopular opinion:

uhhhhhh we should stop babying zuko because there’s a difference between letting characters feel emotions / recover and changing their whole personality to coddle them and make them more important than literally everyone else <3 also anyone who says that katara needs to stop talking about her mom can catch these hands,,, you know who you are sir (no one on here lol—someone from a class last semester lol)

my canon otp:

zu—wait. um. kataang:) no i do truly love kataang lots <3 v cute !!!

my non-canon otp:

hehe zukka <3

most badass character:

suki. like,,, come on, y’all. she. my beloved. but also mai tbh… and prolly ty lee lol

most epic villain:

uhhhhh mai & ty lee??? idk ozai & zhao are cis fishes and so is hahn and i’m not calling jet a villain and i just. azula deserves so much better from the show and fandom so i kind of don’t want to say her out of spite akbsksnsn

pairing i am not a fan of:

oooooooooo ztara, obviously, any time zuko or sokka are shipped with toph or aang too. and obviously anything pedophillic. also jet.ko because i’ve seen too many abusive jet fics for me to actually like it:( like they’ve totally kissed but i got mad at fic writers and what they did to jet <3

character i feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another):

i mean aside from azula because. the comics:) jet deserved a lot better and i wish so many didn’t see him as this irredeemable villain. had this conversation a lot too:(

favourite friendship:

suki & aang !!! not to like. rec my own fic but like. if anyone wants to read a suki & aang friendship oneshot i wrote,,, here’s the link lol

character i most identify with:

S.O.K.K.A. it’s about the feeling like you have nothing to contribute and that everyone is so much better than you and that you hold everyone back and aren’t good for anything✌🏻

character i wish i could be:

i mean. sokka. but Other than sokka, because obvious, i’d say yue !!!

[sallertiafabrica]

💖, ✏️,🌙, 🌈(Tricky AU), 💋 (talk about your Tricky AU? I’ve seen a lot of your art but I haven’t been able to read the fic yet and I’m really curious about it!)

💖 What do you like most about your own writing?

Something I really like about my writing process (and creative work, in general) is how intuitive it is to me. It’s a bit hard to explain it, but it’s like– when I visualize a scene, I keep in mind the main “object” (doesn’t need to be something concrete) within it and just stream words onto paper related to it. It’s something that I was always able to do and that helped me a lot when I first started, it helps keeping the scene focused and makes them fun? In my opinion?

Like, an early example– there’s a scene in Trickster where Marinette’s ranting to Félix about Alya; it’s from before they consider each other anything more than classmates and Félix’s a new student, he has no fucking clue what she’s talking about but can put together she needs to vent. The scene object is “puzzle”. While Marinette is ranting in the dialogue section, the narration (Félix’s thoughts) is focused on the puzzle of what the hell is going on. And this is what makes the scene engaging, fun, and a good show of the character’s personality and mental state, imho.

Another examples: Symphony of Lights’ main objects throughout the whole fic is “music” and “lights” (pretty on the nose, I know, but by this point, I was already aware of my writing habits and went all out on them); Brandish the Needle object is a less concrete one, more of a warm vibe of relief and grainy film tape (for the flashbacks) I kept throughout the oneshot. (I could prolly keep going but I’ll stop here). And ye, I really like this about my writing, the way I can pick a tone/vibe/“object”/whatever and keep to it.

✏️ Do you write every day?

Sometimes I do get a creative rush that’ll give me energy to write for days on end — and when it happens, it can last a while — but although those are quite frequent, all things considered, for my mental health’s sake and to avoid frustration and burnout, I don’t hold those moments as my standard of productivity. Usually, when I start writing a piece, I can keep going till the end of it (and be done in a day, that’s why when I share a snippet of writing in the server I post the whole thing later in the same day, lol), but I might need a few days without writing after it.

🌙 What time of day do you prefer to write? Why?

Afternoon. It’s after my lunch, so I already had time to get ready for the day, the house is probably empty (which means quiet), and, as I mentioned above, when I start something, I keep going till it’s done, so I also have time left to write it all if I can.

🌈 + 💋 What inspired you to write Trickster + your freeform question

Already talked a bit about what inspired Tricky to Lynn’s ask, but to add to that (since there I only said what inspired the fox!Félix brain worms, I realized): Other saltfics with the “Félix joins Dupont in the middle of the Lila drama” premise. I had become obsessed with them for a while, and I thought it was a great way to introduce Félix’s character to an ML setting that already has an established dynamic + ready story threads to unravel (in short, I didn’t want to go through the trouble of starting from season 1 so I borrowed the usual Lila saltfic set up and went from there).

Fun fact: Trickster’s original premise was that Marinette would be the one to give Félix the Fox necklace when he showed himself to be a trustworthy friend and possible teammate, but I didn’t have the patience nor the skill for this longer set up, so I just went, “FUCK IT! She’ll just drop it and it’ll fall on Félix’s head” (note: it didn’t actually fall on Félix’s head). And funnily enough, the alternative I went with for the sake of getting into the good stuff already, turned out to be the better one for this story’s themes and the characters’ arcs.

I could talk about this fic for hours on end (and will if enabled), but basically, it’s a timeline where Lila turned everyone against Marinette so she’s already withdrawn at the start of the fic and incredibly stressed with Ladybug duties, and after a particularly draining fight, ends up losing the Fox Miraculous only for it to appear again three days later around the neck of an unfamiliar hero (“unfamiliar hero,” Sal says, knowing fully well who everyone associates them with).

[avungerthatgotaway]

It all started when...

A/N: hey guys!! i'm back with new oneshot. this one includes mentions of bullying too. i have a lot of ideas about bullied reader, prolly cuz i was bullied myself, and i kinda find inspiration of it now😂

Summary: Russo brothers "host a show" for avengers cast, and they see beginings of cast in MCU.

Warnings: my broken humor (this is a HUGE warning), mention of bullying but not angsty way

Set anytime between Age of ultron and Infinity war.

You were at the show Russo brothers "hosted". It was basically occasional game between avengers cast they would post on youtube, but oh well.

There were: Evans, Mackie, Sebastian, Tom Hiddleston, Scar, RDJ, Renner, Hemsworth and you. As only teen actress on the team, everyone wanted to sit next to you. This time, however, you were between Seb and Tom. Evans was next to Seb, while Renner and Hemsworth were still bickering about who will sit next to Tom.

There was also a huge monitor across from huge sofa you were on.

Joe and Antony were yet to tell you what's going on.

"Soooo" Joe started after introducing everyone to camera. "tonight we are going to go to the beginnings of the avengers cast. Specifically events between employing them, and telling the world about their roles."

All of you looked confused, so Anthony continiued.

"MCU has a certain policy, where we do not allow actors to immidiately talk about their roles. So to ensure this for the lead role actors, we hire some kind of, let's say private detectives. They basically film you in public places, for evidence if you break the contract."

Everyone was staring at them in shock. You were shocked, how did you never notice?

"So, tonight we are gonna see a few funny incidents. Of course none of you told anything, you wouldn't be here tonight if you did."

"So let's start. Chris, you had hard time hiding your role from your brother Scott, didn't you?"

and the madness began

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You just finished watching a particulary funny video, where Sebastian had to tell him mum he didn't get the role. She was threatening to beat up Russo brothers with a broomstick, claiming that "MY SEBBY IS THE BEST ONE THEY WILL EVER GET!".

The laughter died down, and they moved on.

"Y/N." Joe began. Ah, it was your time. You couldn't wait to see what do they have in store for you.

"You are the youngest of the avengers cast. You were 1st year of high school when you got this role, correct?"

"Yes." you said with a smile.

"We know that only you and one more girl from your town auditioned, and both got roles. Her role wasn't big, crossing the street in Spider Man movie. But yours is one of the most important. How did your friends find out you were both accepted?"

"Well, you posted actors statistics. And you wrote there were 2 kids from (your/hometown). You said one was the lead role, and other was not. They knew it was only us 2 on auditions, so it was pretty obvious. I didn't tell anything tho." you said. It wasn't easy speaking about other girl, since she was your biggest bully. But you didn't want to talk about that, so you went on with the story.

"We know you didn't. The other girl was very hard to cope with, from what we saw." on this Tom Hiddleston, Seb and 2 Chrises turned their heads towards you, faces laced with concern. You didn't look at them, hoping video wouldn't show too much. You never told your castmates about bullying, thinking you'd annoy them or something.

"Let's watch it, then." your train of toughts was stopped when Anthony turned on the big screen again, video starting to play.

You were in school, sitting on a bench with your friends, who were bothering you to admit that you got the lead role in MCU.

"But I didn't! I told you. I'm just an extra, what is so hard to believe in that?" you answered for 100th time that day. You couldn't tell them the truth, out of fear of getting fired before anything even started.

"Oh, nothing except that (your/bullys/name) got the lead role then." your b/f/n retorted.

"Cmon, Y/N, you really want us to believe that? That they would choose mindless, dumb bully instead if you." other friend of yours asked.

"How would they know she is bullying me? Why would they care after all, that's of none importance out there. But maybe she is better actress? Or they just like her better? There's nothing wrong with that."

Your friends didn't even get to answer that when (your/bully's/name) walked by, bragging about her lead mcu role (she didn't get) to anyone who wanted to listen. And there were plenty of people who wanted to. She knew you couldn't say anything, so she lied to everyone, saying she got the lead role. You and your friends cought a little bit of her "filming adventures". (filming wasn't even started then)

"...and then after Sebby showed up in my trailer, he kissed me so passionately. You see my make up is smeared, right? It was him."

"But didn't you say you got home yesterday afternoon?" one girl questioned.

"Oh, but he was just so passionate, I couldn't take it off. He texted me this morning, saying he couldn't take my lipstick off either. Tomorrow I have a kissing scene with Tom Hiddleston to shoot. And oh my God, that Chris Evans was just starring at me the WHOLE time. I think he likes me..." and their conversation faded away as they went on.

Your friends were giving you pointed looks.

"Okay can you now see why we don't believe you?" one of them asked.

You just stared helplessly at them,trying to think of an excuse.

"I'm just gonna. Go. Homework and some other stuff that I'm totally not using to get out of this conversation." you said, now half joking, knowing that if there was a hope of them believing you, it was now gone.

The video ended, everyone laughing their heads off at the stupidity of that girl.

"I just want to declare that I kissed no minors in anyone's trailer." Sebastian said seriously, after laughing.

"And I didn't ogle anyone." Evans added.

"And I most definately didn't shoot a kissing scene with minor, ever." Hiddleston piped up.

"I think that is pretty clear. We found out later on, that her family payed, just so she could pass by in movie since she was so untalented. Since then, we have to watch over every cast member's audition, no matter how small their role is." Joe said.

You laughed some more, and then watched RDJ's oldest son and his reaction.

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You and other cast members went for drinks afterwards. They all took some cocktails, and you were sipping your orange juice. Suddenly you felt a hand on your shoulder. It was Evans, looking kinda serious.

"In that videk your friends mentioned bullying. Why didn't you tell anyone that you were getting bullied?" he asked. Suddenly all eyes were on you.

"Well, it just didn't seem like a big thing. I didn't want to bother anyone with my petty problems." you said and smiled a little.

"Kiddo, you ain't bothering us. we are family here, we talk aboyt everything. Please ask for help if you ever need it." Jeremy said.

Everyone else voiced their agreement. You talked a little more about it, but then started joking around, talking about random stuff. The night was great, and you were happy to have them there with you.

[sunflowersteves]

Hi! Can I please request a Sam x short!civilian!fem!reader oneshot where she works at a cafe. Sam, Steve, & Buck decide to go to the cafe to get themselves + Avengers, coffee. Sam quickly takes a liking to Y/n (& she to him), He of course sweetly (& cheekily) flirts with her. She’s very shy, so he easily makes her really flustered, blushing a lot, shyly smiling, giggling a bit. (omg so I’m shy... this is so me rip 🤧). Sam ends up frequenting that cafe from that day forth, one day asking her out

author’s note || Sam is literally the biggest ray of sunshine. he makes my heart explode with love. I hope you like it! sam is such a cutie 

warnings || lots of fluff, swearing prolly

You sigh as you pull your apron tighter around your back. You look around to see the shop mostly empty as you rested your elbows on the counter. Today really hasn’t been your day. You’ve dropped two coffee’s, had three costumers yell at you, your coworker called you annoying, and you were starting to have a bad headache. You looked over to see your coworker tapping away on her phone and you roll your eyes, what a help she is.

Yeah, today definitely wasn’t your day.

You sat up and wore a fake smile as the door dinged, letting you know that customers were walking in. Three men, who you immediately recognized, waltzed and stopped in front of the counter.

Captain America, the Winter Soldier, and the Falcon were all right in front of you. Your eyes widened but you tried to be as calm as possible. A smile slowly reached your face as you noticed Sam’s stare.

“Are you gonna order, bird brain?”

“Bucky, be nice.”

“What, Steve? He’s suddenly not speaking and staring at the woman in front- ow!”

Steve whacked the back of Buck’s head and his hand went to rub it, glaring at Steve.

“What can I get you?”

A giggle escaped your mouth as Sam just continued to stare, his smile turning into a grin at the sound of your voice. Bucky smirked and watched as the two of you couldn’t keep your eyes off each other. He nudged Sam, interrupting his gaze.

“Oh! I, uh, I-I would like, uh, a latte please?” He was a stuttering mess, his hands were sweaty, and he was playing with his fingers. Bucky stifled a laugh, prompting Steve to hit him in the back of the head again, only a tad bit lighter. 

You took the other’s orders and they moved to the side, getting out of the way. You started making their drinks and getting the pastries they wanted. You walked over to grab a croissant and couldn’t help but hear the conversation.

“Damn, Sam, your lady charmin’ is off.” Sam just rolled his eyes at the stupid brunette cheekily smiling at him. He was right though, normally he would be such a charmer. He would give one smile and flirty sentence, making the women hooked. However, this time, you were the one that hooked him.

He had never seen anyone quite as beautiful as you. You were frowning when they walked in, your eyebrows were furrowed you looked miserable. And yet, you were the prettiest person he’s ever seen. Your hair is tied up by the cafe’s policies and your apron was tight around your chest and abdomen. 

You could be the last person he stares at and he’d be perfectly content.

“I don’t know, man, for some reason when I look at her it’s like all thoughts escape.”

“Oh, I can think of a few reasons.”

“Really, Steve? You? Bucky, you’re rubbing off on him.”

You call their names when their order was ready and Sam stalked up to you, charm and all. He opened his mouth to speak and you grin brightly at him, causing him to stutter again.

“Hey! would y-you, uh, I mean, um...thanks.” He quickly darted out of the cafe as fast as he could to not make a bigger mess of himself. Bucky and Steve had bursted out laughing, slowly walking out of the cafe.

You were a little bummed that he darted out of there but you figured this wouldn’t be his last visit.

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Ever since that day, Sam had been at the cafe every single morning. Slowly but surely, he was getting used to talking to you. He was smoother and stuttered less until you’d shout his name and greet him with a smile. That would always make his knees weak and leave him a flustered mess.

He’s usually make some excuse in the office that he, “couldn’t concentrate with Bucky’s blabbermouth,” so he’d always go to the nearest cafe; which was yours.

Bucky would always. just smirk, knowing his true intentions and yell at him to ask how you were doing. Sam would grumble but he would always leave with a smile on his face.

Today was no different, he sat in his normal seat with a coffee and laptop on the table. He’s been gearing up to ask you out for weeks now but every time you saunted up to him, all flustered like he was, everything was out the window.

He’d just stare at your fiddling fingers, your nervous tapping foot, and your adorable smile. He was a goner, totally whipped. He hasn’t even asked you out yet.

His heart starts beating rapidly as he sees you walk over to him, two pastries in hand. You sit down in front of him and set the pastry down, scooting it over. He quietly thanks you and you nod, taking a deep breath.

“What’s wrong, doll?”

“I have something I want to ask you.” He raises an eyebrow, expecting the worst, but nonetheless, you speak. You suddenly got so nervous, your eyes couldn’t meet his one bit. He looked at you concerned but was slowing catching on, were you going to ask him out?

“I-I uh, I was wondering i-if you, um, wanted to go out-”

“Yes.”

“But you didn’t even-”

“Yes.” He paused, taking a good look at your adorable nervousness and beautiful face.

“I’d love to go out with the prettiest girl in New York.” You giggled, taking a bite out of the pastry as you cheered in your head. Your co-worker had told you that your crush was requited but you had your doubts. Not anymore.

“Not the whole world?” He almost choked on his muffin as he thought he was in deep shit now. He stared at you wide eyed but then focused on your sly smile and playful eyes dancing around him.

“Wow, you really let me choke on my muffin, didn’t you?” You started laughing as he grinned before throwing a piece of his muffin at you. You gasp and narrow your eyes before taking a piece of your pastry and throwing it at him which ultimately turned into a food fight.

“Are they...having a food fight?” Bucky snatched the binoculars from Steve’s hand and looked inside of it. Through the window, you two had bright smiles and laughter while you threw food at each other.

“Oh, he’s whipped. I like her already.”

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[thewalkingfanfictions]

Softly, Barely a Whisper -- Daryl Dixon x fem!reader (part one)

Softly, Barely a Whisper — Daryl Dixon x fem!reader (pre apocalypse) (part one)

Part One/ Part Two/ Part Three

Description: (Name) moved in with her uncle, the Sheriff of a little town in Northern Georgia, to escape an abusive household. While living with her uncle, she meets Daryl, a redneck with a heart of gold and a life very similar hers. Fluff and angst and awkward shy Daryl Dixon ensue.

⚠Warning⚠: great amounts of bad language, past mentions of abuse, past mentions of rape, there's probably more, this'n's kinda a mess. Don't read if you get triggered easily.

Genre: angsty fluff?? Hurt/comfort?? I've no idea. Is awkward Daryl a genre?

Pairing: teen!Daryl Dixon x teen!fem!abused!reader

A/N: hey, sorry I've been gone for forever, I suck at commitment. I also suck at naming things, hence the title. I wrote another long motherfucker of a "oneshot" and therefore am breaking it into chapters like I did with Impromptu Cuddles, so look out for the other chapters soon enough. Enjoy.

Words without A/N: 3242

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"Sure thing, Daryl. You can use whatever ya'd like, just make sure you put it back afterwards. The doors unlocked and yer more than welcome to go in for a drink or anythin' if ya need it." Bill Coleman, or Sheriff Coleman, as most knew him by, called out as he moved to open the door to his cruiser.

The Sheriff was an interesting character to the youngest Dixon. He had hardened features and a voice like a gravel truck that immediately implied a harsh disposition, his eyes were constantly squinted into a look that resembled judgment, and the vibe he gave off was just generally unpleasant; but, in all reality, Bill Coleman was probably the gentlest man Daryl had ever met. He understood the workings of the Dixon household without ever having to be told, and did what he could to make life any bit easier for the teenager. Whether that be arresting the senior Dixon whenever he found possible, or offering Daryl a place to stay in his home over the weekend. Bill was, all in all, a genuinely kind human being. Something, Daryl found, was rather rare in his life.

But, even though the Sheriff had his trust, and he knew the Sheriff trusted him the same, it still came as a bit of a shock to him to see the officer willingly let him, a Dixon, have open access to his house while no one else was home.

Everyone knew not to trust a Dixon. Nobody in the town was willing to make eye contact with him, let alone trust him to their house and belongings while they were away. Will, his father, had done a fine job of destroying the family name in his drunken escapades, and his brothers addictions did nothing to help. This, combined with the confusion and disbelief that coursed through his system, explained the gawk the boy's eyes held as he stared in awe at Mr. Coleman's retreating figure.

This had to be some kind of trick, right?

"Oh," the Sheriff called. There it was, the part where he'd laugh it off and say "just kidding. Like I'd let a freak like you into my home without supervision."

Once again surprising the young man, his expectation was the farthest thing from what the greying man actually said.

"I fergot ta mention my niece, my sisters kid. She'll be here soon enough, gets off work in a half hour or so. She's been stayin' with me since, ah–" he trailed off a bit, one leg up in the cruiser, the other still planted firmly on the ground as he looked at Daryl over the door's window, looking mildly uncomfortable "–well, she's jus' stayin' with me. She's real sweet, you'll prolly get along with 'er. Jus', eh, just be soft, ya hear? She's a bit skittish, and real shy, too, so don't be too offended if she avoids ya, she don't mean it rude like."

And what on earth could he mean by that? The avoiding that he'd done when describing why she was here, what had happened that he didn't want to talk about? Daryl had a few theories already.

"'Till later, Daryl. Take care, and remember what I told ya, boy." With a wave and a caring (or warning, he could never quite tell with the old man) smile, the grizzled man pulled out of the small driveway and onto the road leading out of the trailer park to go do his civic duty, leaving a still heavily confused, and now slightly concerned, Daryl Dixon standing outside of his garage.

This man, knowing his family's history with bad habits, was not only willing to let the teenager into his home without a watchful eye, but was also perfectly okay knowing he'd be there, alone, with his (skittish and shy) niece?

Maybe the old man is finally losing it, he thought.

Still in shock, the young man turned on his heel, and began the short trek back to the shedd to continue working on the pickup that he had been working on fixing up. Though it was really nothing but a shell sitting on bricks right now, he knew that someday it'd be his pride and joy.

Some uncounted amount of time later, Daryl was finally pulling himself out from under the hood. His throat itched with dryness, and he was covered in sweat from the never-ending harshness of the Georgian sun, but, nonetheless, he couldn't help the little spike of pride that ran through him as he looked down at the beginnings of the new-made guts of his pickup. Allowing himself the luxury of a small smile, he decided he'd finally take the old Sheriff up on his offer, and moved to head into the house to grab something to wet his throat, and maybe even a rag to wipe off his face, if he was feeling risky.

He found, upon entry, that the house was relatively clean. Cleaner than it had been the last time he'd been in there, at least, and only as clean as an old trailer house could really get.

Still, where before there had been newspapers scattered, now there were none, and in place of the cluttered kitchen was a clean countertop and a basket of fresh apples. He didn't dwell on it a whole lot as he moved to the sink to fill up a plastic solo cup, though he did wonder if Bill would mind if he stole an apple. The young Dixon couldn't really remember the last time he'd eaten.

Filling his cup, he was quick to chug it down, the cold a dramatic (but welcome) shock against the harsh dryness of his throat. He let the water run into the sinks basin as he filled the cup up again, again, and then one more time, and only on his fifth return to the water did he realize the difference in sound. A few inches of water was backed up in the bottom of the sink, refusing to go down the drain like it should, and completely changing the sound the water pouring from the faucet made as it headed downwards.

Quickly setting the cup aside and turning off the faucet, he watched the water make its incredibly slow decent into the drain, and decided he needed to pay back Sheriff Coleman's hospitality. It was the least he could do, after all.

Opening the doors that lead to the plumbing beneath the sink, Daryl set himself to work.

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"Good night, (name)!" Mr. Sennet's overly cheery voice called to the young woman as she moved her way through the front doors of the diner.

Calling out a quick goodbye to him as well, she hurriedly climbed into her rig. A shitty little Honda though she was, she still got the young (name) from a to b, and (name) would be forever grateful to her uncle for gifting it to her.

Dusk was just beginning to settle as she took off towards her new residence, and she worried slightly if her uncle would be angry that she was out later than usual. The diner had been busier tonight than normal, and instead of getting off at seven, as per usual, it was now closer to nine.

Taking a calming breath, she reminded herself aloud:

"He's not like they were, he won't be mad at you. He's not like them, he won't be mad."

Though she really did believe it, she still repeated it aloud to herself the entire way back to the house, as if she thought she could will it into existence if she hoped hard enough.

It was silly, she knew, but she didn't really care. After all she'd been through, she thought she deserved a little self reassurance.

The drive to her new home was short lived, though she didn't much mind. She hated to be alone now, it gave her too much time to think, and far too much time to overthink. A regular pastime of hers, it seemed.

It was odd, really. Before, when it was just her and the chromed glass house and the bruising voices, before she was taken away by her uncle, she loved to be alone. She cherished the times of peace she had between the hurt. Now, if she was alone for more than thirty minutes, it was likely she'd be found having a mental breakdown in a bathtub.

But, enough of the depressing stuff.

As the scarred girl pulled into the driveway, she didn't notice the second pair of tracks that accompanied her uncles, as she was far too wrapped up in her head. Something she'd be sure to kick herself for at a later date. She didn't notice the single light that was on in the kitchen, either, nor did she pay mind to the tools that lay neatly around their box as she passed the shedd that functioned as a garage, and she simply put the shell of a pickup truck that sat just outside off as another of her uncles pastimes. Opening and stepping through the front door, she didn't even notice the smudge of mud off the sole of someone's shoe that was left on the carpet.

She did, however, definitely notice the way the hair on the back if her neck stood to attention at the sound of a voice that most definitely wasn't the Sheriffs cursing angrily from the kitchen. Metal clinking to the ground and a tapping on something that echoed like tubing followed behind the exclamation, and (name) felt herself seize up in fear.

"It can't be them," she reminded herself silently, "it isn't them, it can't be."

Swallowing her fear, trying desperately not to let the tears that branded the backs of her eyes build enough to fall, (name) forced herself to move farther into the room, grabbing the aluminum baseball bat that resided behind the door and dropping her bag by a table near the door as she did.

Thinking back to the little bit of self defence that Bill had taught her upon her moving in, she pulled the bat to her side to keep it close enough that no one could easily pull it from her grasp, but could still cause some damage if shoved forwards hard enough.

Sneaking around the corner of the refrigerator that hid the person from view, she took a deep, calming breath before poking her head around to take a peek.

He was young, she could tell, likely not much older than herself. Shaggy, brown-blond hair nearly reached broad shoulders, and even though he was hunched over beneath the kitchen sink, she could still tell he was much larger than her. Muscles flexed under a sleeveless button-down shirt as he twisted a wrench against the plumbing under the basin, grunting lightly as he did.

He didn't seem like he was there to cause trouble, she figured. Who in their right minds broke into a house just to fix their backed up sink? Oh dear, maybe he's not in his right mind? What if they sent him and he's here to kill the girl? What if he was there to bring her back to them somehow? But they were away, they couldn't hurt her, could they? Even from the depths of prison, or the entrapment of the psych ward, the girl didn't really doubt that one of the two could get a word out to have her hurt (killed?) for getting them put away. She was going to die now and she wouldn't even be able to fix the meatloaf that she had planned for tonight's dinner. She felt her body begin to tremble (or perhaps it was already, and she only just then noticed) and her eyes glazed themselves with tears, to her dismay.

Could she swing and knock him unconscious? Could she at least discombobulate the man long enough to escape? Could she really even hurt somebody like that?

Before she could come to a decision, however, the decision came to her.

Away in the living room, a phone rang. The shrill tlrrring! making both bodies jump slightly, and causing the boy bent beneath the kitchen sink to take notice of young (name).

Blue eyes widened as he caught sight of her, baseball bat clutched in hand, and he threw himself backwards and away, slamming his body into the ovens door. Instinctively, his arms moved to guard his face and torso.

"Fuck! Fuckin' hell, girl!" The loud exclamation startled the girl, and she jumped again, shoving against the refrigerator hard enough to make it rattle dangerously.

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Fixing the plumbing turned out to be far more difficult than Daryl had originally assumed. The bits holding the stuff to the things was rusted on, making it difficult to loosen the thingy mabob and clear anything clogging the that thing.

Putting all of his focus into wrenching the bits away from the stuff, Daryl completely failed to notice the other presence in the room with him, and when the phone in the other room shocked him out if his thoughts, he found his mind immediately assuming it was his father standing there with a weapon in hand.

As his back hit the oven and his arms moved to guard his head, he caught full sight of the person, and quickly came to realize his mistake. His heart beat harshly against his ribs, and he couldn't help but exclaim his dislike for the situation.

"Fuck! Fuckin' hell, girl!"

At his shout, the girl flinched away from him so harshly that he thought the refrigerator was going to come crashing down on top of him, and he immediately felt guilty, for some odd reason.

She looked absolutely terrified. (Eye color) eyes big as saucers, glazed with fear and glossy with tears, shaking hands gripped the metal of the baseball bat so hard her skin turned white, and her entire body was shaking like a leaf. Her eyes never left his form as he slowly stood up from the ground, one hand still held out in front of him, whether to ward off an attack, or to show he meant no harm, neither really knew. The girl was down right terrified of him, and he hadn't so much as said a word to deserve it yet.

This had to be the niece the Sheriff was talking about, he decided. The scared look she was giving him as she slowly backed away from him made him feel downright awful, and he knew he needed to do something to show her he meant no harm. So, remembering her uncles words, Daryl worked to make his voice a bit less gruff than usual, and tried to keep the edge out of his tone.

"Uh-uh, I ain't here ta hurtcha, girlie–" she took another quick step back "–I'm a friend of Bill's. I was jus' comin' in ta get a drink, I ain't here ta hurtcha."

There was far more that could be said, he knew, but words never really were his forté, and he wasn't sure how much he could talk before he made her more uncomfortable. However, the little bit that he had said, mostly naming her uncle, he thought, had made her shoulders un-hunch a bit, though she kept her distrusting posture. Smart girl.

Slowly lowering the bat until it pointed at his chest she grabbed it with both hands and hesitantly backed out of the kitchen, beckoning him to follow her. Keeping him safely at the end of the bat, and moved to pick up the still-ringing phone and gingerly press it to her ear, her eyes never leaving him, and the bat never wavering (though it did shiver along with her tremors.)

Her eyes relaxed a bit more at the voice on the other end of the line, and though Daryl couldn't much hear the words that were being said—aside from the mumbled tone—he could still tell it was the sheriffs deep voice that spoke.

"Yeah? Uh-hm, good, I uh, I guess... I did. Of course," as she spoke to the formless voice, Daryl couldn't help the small spike of fear that ran up his spine. What if the Sheriff didn't want him there now that he'd scared the girl? He had warned him, he thought. What if Bill made him go back to his shit-hole house and wouldn't let him come back again? This place was one of the few he had to escape that hell, he didn't want to lose that. What if the officer freaked and called Daryl's dad to come pick him up? He'd have hell to pay if he let that happen. He was sure he'd end up with a few more scars at least if his dad were to find out that someone knew of what went on behind closed doors. The Sheriff, no less. What if he–

His spiraling thoughts were disrupted when he caught the sound of his name coming from the other end of the phone line and immediately tuned back in.

"Uhm, uh, yeah, I–I guess. I mean, yeah, yes, he's still here... Oh, no, he's, uh, he's been nice enough," was she even still talking about the red-necked youth? "Yes, of course it's okay, uncle Bill. Sure-sure thing, yeah, that's okay with me. I was thinking about making meatloaf tonight, anyway, that usually makes enough for more than just you an' me."

Wait, what?

The girl had lowered the weapon, though she still kept a tight grip in it, and gave him a shy, almost apologetic smile, before finally letting her eyes dart away. Daryl stayed frozen in his spot. What was even happening?

"–oh," she suddenly looked dejected at whatever had been said on the other side. Scared, almost. "Yeah, no, no, that's-that's okay, uncle Bill, sure thing. It's okay, promise," she suddenly donned a small smile, and though he knew imediately that it was fake, he still found himself startlingly light-of-breath at the sight.

"Yeah, of course, see you tomorrow, uncle, stay safe." Tomorrow? What? Why was all this so confusing to the youngest Dixon? Why was the disappearance of her smile making him feel so hollow?

The sudden change in the expression that the smaller figure wore was dramatically startling to Daryl. Going from sad and scared and sorry and a bit regretful to blushing and wincing and all together uncomfortable in the blink of an eye, the girl shriekingly exclaimed:

"Uncle Bill! No! Ew, gross! Don–Don't say things like that, ya nasty!" Daryl couldn't help but find her blush and stutter quite endearing.

Even from the few paces away that he was, he could still hear the loud laugh that erupted from the other side of the phone.

"Alrigh–alright, uncle Bill," the girls face was still flushed intensely, "I'm hanging up on you now... Yeah, yes, okay—thanks for that." She winced again at whatever he'd said, and she somehow flushed even harder. In a softer voice, now, "I'll see you tomorrow, then. Stay safe." Her last words were barely a whisper.

Slowly pulling the phone away from her ear, the girl placed it gently on the receiver before turning to glance at Daryl, though he took note that she never once fully looked at him again.

"I'm, uhm, I'm sorry," she whispered, grimacing softly.

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[lokisasylum]

writer’s tag

No one tagged me, I’m just your regular insomniac (but without caffeine this time).

1. what fandoms have you written for (but do not currently)?

I used to write for Yuyu Hakusho and Death Note back in the day when I finally coughed up the courage to try writing. But i don’t write for either one anymore since I left both fandoms back in 2009. Then I took a LONG break from fandoms as a whole (due the toxicity in them thanks to the pre-teens who joined afterwards to ruin them 🤢) and instead focused on this original story I had for a couple of years, but then lost interest in it since no one else was into it.

2. what fandoms are you currently writing for?

Currently? BTS.

3. how long have you been writing?

Y’know, i was gonna say since 2008 when I REALLY got into Death Note and opened my first deviantart account (i was 22 back then). But I’ve actually been writing roughly since I was 13. I used to carry around a large notebook with random dialogues, chapters, scenes, character datas for an original story that never quite came to life. *shrugs*

4. on which platforms do you post your stories?

AO3 and sometimes on deviantart (LoKiRaseNgAn), which is also my main art account.

5. what is your favourite genre to write?

Alternative Universes, slice of life, angst with happy endings (most times >>), psychological thriller, strangers to lovers, and of course a bit of smut without plot is good. 

6. are you a pantser or a planner?

I make a plan and then wing it till the end LOL. For example, I almost always start writing with the intention of writing a oneshot... and then chapter 02 happens... then chapter 03 and so on...🤷🏻‍♀️

7. one shot or multi-chapter?

BOTH, both is good.

8. what is the perfect chapter length in your opinion?

I used to think 10-12 pages was THE way to go, because #1. It sets a goal/deadline, #2. Reduces the time it would take to update a story especially if its multi-chartered and #3. It helps prevent unnecessary fillers.

But lately my “endgame” is 20-22 pages long if its a Oneshot or final chapter.

[LMAO I never even did that for my Graduate School Thesis, where the “perfect/acceptable length” was 50 pages per chapter. I only ever did 25-38 and only because I set the spacing to 2.0 and would bullshit my way through the last lines  🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 ]

9. what is your longest published story? is it complete?

For now, Lunatic High , which is 17 chapters long but missing the final one (18). So it remains Incomplete until I can finish that last chapter which I’ve had to re-write several times after the original was lost 😭😭

10. which story did you enjoy working on the most?

Beautiful Tragedy (soulmate au) and All or Nothing would bet the best pics because both had the exact endings I wanted for them from the start. 

11. favourite request you’ve written and why?

I never get requests, so I just write whatever plot bunny’s running wild in my head at 3AM.

12. are there recurring themes in your stories?

angst, hurt/comfort, smut with a bit of humor

13. current number of wips?

*glares at File on my desktop* ...11 unpublished..and 2 multi-chapters that are missing their final chapter.

14. three things you have noticed about your own writing?

As per typical of a History major since college, I do TONS of research about topics of interest. Especially if Historic events take place (like in Forever, You Said where I did a year of research on the Joseon Dynasty back in late 1600s up until what was going on in the world before, during and after World War II)

I’ve never noticed this, but some of my readers describe my writing as “poetic”, “realistic” to a point where they question reality and emotional.

I unconsciously tie events, phrases, moments between characters and the end result makes it seem like it was all planned from the start (this happens a lot between VMIN).

15. a quote you like from a published story.

" Most fairy-tales make you believe that there is such a thing as “forever”, but in reality kingdoms fall, buildings turn to ruble, words fade, bodies decay and turn to dust. Nothing ever lasts.    Not even love.” -- [Forever, You Said. Chapter 03: “A Blackened Soul”]

16. a quote from an unpublished story.

[This one’s fron a Yoonmin Police AU titled “Red Cold River” ]

“It hurt... it always does, but I know he's hurting more. So I don't tell him anything, for I too hold on to the same fear as he. That one day his obsession to solve "the one case" will take him away from me. That next time it'll be his body we have to identify on the cold steel bed in the morgue and I won't be able to stand it.

That in the end I’ll become just like him; bitter and plagued by regrets.”

17. a space for you to say something to your readers.

Thank you for reading my stories and for the Kudos or Comments. I always read each one and keep them close to my heart to motivate me into writing more. But I’m also sad and very sorry that I haven’t written anything since 2 years ago.

You guys prolly see me online all the time cracking jokes, recommending new music or making shady comments always aimed towards idiots and antis, but IRL its been rough on my end with chronic illnesses I rather not speak off to avoid sounding like I'm throwing a pity party. Also struggling to find a new job since I lost my old one over 4 years ago (they keep saying its cause i'm "overqualified" but I just call it bullshit and people being too lazy to teach someone new) and with this fucking pandemic that won't go away only adds more frustration on the daily basis.

But just now that I haven’t given up on writing and I haven’t given up on either Lunatic High nor Forever You Said.

18. Tag?

Anyone who’s read it this far is tagged.