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iydiamartinx · 22 hours ago

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ALL IT TAKES IS ONE BAD DAY

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x Reader

divider by: @cafekitsune word count: 1.1k synopsis: After a spending a year in a loveless marriage, you find your husband with another woman. warning: cheating, bruce is an asshole

The manor had never been a home. Not truly.

Its towering halls echoed with silence, its antique chandeliers glinting like frozen stars, untouchable and cold. You’d tried, in the beginning, to warm it—fresh flowers in the vases, candles lit at dinner, even soft music playing in the background some evenings.

But Bruce never noticed.

He came and went like a ghost—impeccable in tailored suits and always busy. And when he did speak to you, it was clipped, distant. A nod. A thank you. A hum of acknowledgment as he passed you in the corridor, the same way one might regard an acquaintance and not someone they chose to bind themselves to.

You’d grown used to the solitude. Learned to fill it with books, walks through the garden, dinners eaten in silence. On rare occasions, Alfred would try to bridge the gap, lingering just a moment longer in the room, a small reassurance here and there trying to cover up for his master, but there was no mistaking the disappointment in his eyes every time he saw the way Bruce treated you.

You were a Wayne by name only.

And maybe that would’ve been enough. Maybe you would’ve endured it forever—the cold bed, the colder stares, the knowledge that this union was forged for reputation and power, not love.

But deep inside you felt that hollow aching loneliness, the insecurity of wondering why you weren’t enough. You always dreamed of a love that would consume you, of freedom and adventure. You never thought this might be your life, you played your part well but the posh dresses, the pearls, everything that came with being Bruce Wayne’s wife felt like a cage.

You never wanted his money, in fact you never even took a penny from him, you were wealthy in your own name. You married him because it was arranged yet you had hoped the two of you could find some middle ground or at least be amicable yet he never even tried.

You he had secrets and you tried to respect it. But there was no mistaking the way he seemed to sneak out in the middle of the night, doing god knows what. How he always seemed too tired or too busy to even attend important functions and meeting, always leaving them to you.

It seemed you finally got your answer. It was late when you returned from the charity gala. You hadn’t expected him to come—he rarely did. But the photographers had still clamoured for pictures, still whispered about Bruce Wayne’s wife, wondering if the man even remembered he had one.

You tried to ignore the humiliation but sometimes it became too much, like tonight, and you found yourself sneaking away early.

The silence greeted you first when you returned to the manor. Then the soft creak of the stairs under your heels.

The door to the master bedroom was ajar.

At first, it was the flicker of candlelight you noticed. Then the shadow on the wall—two forms, tangled together. And then the soft, breathy laugh. Familiar.

Selina Kyle.

Your throat closed. You stepped closer, silent as a ghost. Your eyes met the scene and for a second, you didn’t breathe. Her mouth was against his neck, one leg hooked over his hip, sheets disheveled. The way she touched him, kissed him, it was clear she knew his body intimately and that this wasn’t the first time.

His hands were on her. His eyes—those usually cold, unreadable eyes—closed with pleasure.

The sound you made must have been small, but it was enough. Bruce’s head snapped up. Selina glanced over her shoulder, entirely unfazed.

You stood in the doorway, lips parted, frozen. Your body refused to move. Your mind, however, was screaming.

A year.

A year of silence and patience and pretending that the chill in his eyes didn’t hurt you. That his absence at every dinner, every event, every attempt you made to be more than a burden, didn’t pierce straight through your ribs.

And this was what he gave you in return.

Bruce didn’t move. Didn’t speak. Just stared at you like you were the one who’d intruded. Selina at least had the decency to look like she felt at least a little guilty but you didn’t want nor need her pity

It was the silence that broke you more than the act.

Not even the decency to lie.

You didn’t cry. You didn’t scream. You didn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing you break.

Your gaze flicked from him to Selina then back to him. You tilted your head. “I hope she was worth it.”

Then you turned. Trying to keep the calm and controlled facade, even as the world crumbled around you.

You didn’t look back.

Not even when he called out your name. You’d done everything to keep your sham of a marriage together and you were done.

And for the first time in a year, you were the one who walked away.

You hadn’t even bothered to grab your stuff, you were still in your gala dress as you grabbed the keys to your car, getting ready to get as far away as you could from this place.

“Madame, I’m sure—“ Alfred tried to do as he always did and make it better but for once you were in no mood to listen.

“I don’t care.” You cut off not harshly but firmly. “He’d made it clear since the beginning that he didn’t want this marriage, no matter how hard I tried. I’m done, Alfred. I have more self respect than to stay and continue trying with a man who clearly doesn’t want me and doesn’t respect me. I deserve someone who does,” you finished, voice low but steady, the final word catching ever so slightly on your tongue.

Alfred stood there in the entryway, a halo of warm light behind him, his face drawn with quiet sorrow. He didn’t argue. He only bowed his head slightly in acceptance because what could he say? You were right. You deserved more.

“I’ll have someone collect your things,” Alfred said softly, after a long moment. His voice, always composed, was tinged with quiet regret. “Where should I have them sent?”

You hesitated. Not because you didn’t know—but because saying it aloud made it real.

“I’ll let you know when I figure it out,” you murmured.

He gave a nod, the smallest motion. And though he was just the butler to some, to you, he had always been the one constant in that frozen palace of a home.

You offered him a faint, grateful smile.

“Thank you… for being the only one who ever treated me like I mattered.”

That got him. His throat bobbed slightly, and he looked away, just for a second—composing himself as always. But when he met your gaze again, there was nothing but pride and sorrow in his eyes.

“You always did,” he said. “He was simply too blind to see it.”

You nodded once, then turned on your heel. The dress rustled around your legs as you moved down the steps. You were still in heels. Still in diamonds. Still wearing the same red lipstick he hadn’t once complimented.

You slipped into the driver’s seat of the black car—the one you’d always parked at the edge of the Wayne fleet, never quite part of the collection.

The door shut with a soft click.

And for the first time in a year, you didn’t look up at the manor as you drove away. You didn’t wonder if he’d come after you.

Because deep down, you already knew the answer.

Even if he did, It no longer mattered.

The city blurred past your windows in streaks of gold and steel. Gotham’s skyline loomed like jagged teeth against the night, familiar and yet cold—just like everything else lately. The gala dress clung uncomfortably to your skin now, a mocking reminder of the life you’d just walked away from.

You tightened your grip on the wheel, trying to breathe through the storm of emotions—anger, betrayal, grief—all coiled in your chest like a venomous thing. But at least you were free now.

Free from him. Free from the expectations that came to being married to him.

The light ahead flickered from yellow to red. You slowed, fingers tapping anxiously against the wheel, when—

BANG.

The car jolted with a deafening metallic crash. Your head snapped forward as the vehicle was rammed from behind. Airbags didn’t deploy. Your foot slammed on the brakes, tires skidding—but it was too late. A second hit came, this time from the side, and the world tilted as your car spun across the wet street and slammed into a lamppost.

Smoke hissed from the engine. Your ears rang.

You tried to move—unbuckle your seatbelt, reach for your phone—but the driver’s side door was ripped clean off.

A hand reached in—gloved, pale, too fast.

Before you could scream, a needle jabbed into your neck. Cold fire rushed through your veins, and the world slipped sideways.

Voices echoed. Laughter.

A man’s voice, high-pitched and giddy, like a child who’d just unwrapped a present he wasn’t supposed to have.

“Well, well, Mrs. Wayne. What a delicious little surprise.”

You tried to focus through the haze, your limbs too heavy to fight. The world went dark and spinning, but not before you saw a flash of white skin, a grin painted in what looked like blood, and eyes that burned with manic delight.

The Joker.

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saleensundria9 · 2 days ago

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And this is why I can never have anything more than a passing interest in Star Wars (and Marvel and DC.)

I'll like a specific movie/iteration of [thing] like... Uh for example, Iron Man: Armored Adventures. And I'll start talking about that after having told someone I like Iron Man. And like. It'll just be so hard because we're talking about the same characters but completely different things have happened with them, different characters are arch enemies and have different abilities even. Like I was talking about Rescue, Pepper Potts's suit that she gets in Armored Adventures, and they're like oh right, the blue/red one she got right? And I'm like no the purple one?? When did she get a blue/red one? (I have had this conversation with multiple people who knew about different versions of pepper (sometimes Hera sometimes Rescue) and sometimes her suit is red and sometimes it's blue it really depends on what specifically you're reading/watching, etc)

Like. You get how this is confusing right????

Andor makes me want to write a Star Wars fanfiction but it's so scary. What if I write "Glup Shitto was sitting on the balcony, drinking coffee and reading his favourite book", but someone comments "didn't you mean he was drinking glop-goppy and reading a holo-journal? 🤨" so I open wookiepedia to check it out and it turns out that they also never invented balconies in the star wars universe and Glup Shitto can't read because of the freak accident he suffered in the episode 10 of the 2024 show "Jar-Jar and Babu Frik". What then.

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tommydarlings · 3 days ago

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Face slapping | l.n

—★ dom!lando x sub!reader

—★ smut, face slapping (obviously), chocking, sucking on fingers, lots of spit

—★ 1.5k

—★ Even though you knew that lando wouldn’t judge you for anything, you were still nervous to tell him about your favorite kink which was getting slapped across the face — but it turned out that your dear boyfriend just knew you too well. (based off of this request !)

check this out: MASTERLIST | KO-FI | PATREON | CARRD

Lando and you always had a great sex life. It was fun, quite adventurous and you always enjoyed it, no matter if you did it in bed, on the kitchen counter, or hastily on the soft carpet in the living room, you literally did it almost everywhere.

And you felt no shame for it, neither of you did.

But what you did feel a bit of shame for, was the fact that there was a specific thing you were curious to try with him in bed — or on the kitchen counter or wherever…

Slapping.

Just getting — preferably not so gently — smacked across the face by him while he’s pounding into you.

It sounded like a wet dream to you, one that you’ve been having for a while now but never dared to mention in Lando‘s presence.

Even though that was stupid because your boyfriend was always willing to try everything with you in bed, no matter what, you only needed to suggest it nicely to him and he would immediately be down for it.

Honestly, he would be down for everything that involved you in combination with sex.

Now you were here, eating a nice dinner together with your man in your expansive and modern kitchen, your eyes not leaving his veiny hands.

“I mean I’m aware that you love my hands but why have you been staring at them like that for the past ten minutes, baby?“ he raised one of his brows.

You gulped briefly before you finally looked away, “Oh, n-no reason a-at all,“ you replied quickly.

Your boyfriend grinned as he put his fork down, “no? No reason at all you say?“

You shook your head, “Nope,“ you looked at him again, “no specific reason, you know I love your hands,“ you shrugged like it was no big deal but Lando knew that there was more to it, that this was a big deal.

The McLaren driver leaned back in his chair, his eyes never leaving your face, the pad of his fingers tapping against the surface of the desk.

You bit your lip as soon as he got up, your eyes staying on your plate.

Lando smirked down at your sitting figure, “You can tell me everything, you know?“ he mumbled deeply.

“I know,“ you replied quietly.

He tilted his head to the side as he stood next to you, “I’m not sure if you know, my love,“ he suddenly raised his hand and slowly trailed the back of his fingers up your arm until he reached your neck,

“You have a question? Just ask me, baby… I’m not gonna bite or smack you for it,“ but at the mention of the word smacking, you tensed up, sitting up a bit straighter as you clenched your thighs under the table.

And Lando was unfortunately smart enough to pick that up.

He smirked a bit, “I’m not gonna bite you…“ he tested if it was the first or the second thing he mentioned, “or smack you across your pretty little face,“ and there it was again.

Your boyfriend grinned almost proudly, the back of his finger now running along your soft cheek, “smacking huh? Why didn’t you say anything earlier?“ he asked in a serious tone.

You gulped, still a bit tense, “I don’t know what you’re talking-”

“You're clenching your thighs under the table, baby…“ he looked down at your thighs before his gaze stopped on your clothed pussy.

After a teasing amount of silence, Lando gripped your chin and turned your head so you were forced to look up at him, his grip rather tight, “do you want me to smack your pretty face?“

You briefly looked down and gulped heavily before you put your eyes back on his handsome face and nodded slowly.

He shook his head, “I need words, open that pretty mouth, baby c’mon,“ he tapped your bottom lip with the pad of his thumb,

“Yes,“ you whispered.

“Yes what?“

You glared at him for a second, “Yes, I want you to smack me across the face,“ and Lando grinned, happily nodding along to your sinful words.

And then he already grabbed your upper arm, pulled you out of your chair and dragged you over to the big couch.

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You thought your dirty fantasies were sinful, but your boyfriend pounding into you was even more sinful, no doubt in that.

Both of you were a moaning mess. He was groaning and breathing heavily as he moved his hips in steady and quick motions, one of his hands bending your leg to keep them open for him while the other one was rather tightly around your throat, choking you.

After some time, you rolled your eyes into the back of your head with a loud groan, “oh f-fuck, baby,“ you arched your back, “please!“

He looked down at you, his cock filling your wet pussy so perfectly, “what, huh? What do you want, baby?“ he murmured, his thumb pressing down onto your pulse point.

You gulped as you took a deep breath,

“You know… w-what I want,“ you glared at him for a second, your tits bouncing at his quick movements.

But then it already happened.

As soon as you finished your sentence, he smacked you across the face, once on the right cheek and then on the left cheek, leaving both of them a bit red.

You gasped loudly before you grinned, genuinely loving it, “don‘t ever look at me like that again, yeah? You have absolutely no right to have an attitude right now,“ he told you before he slapped your face a third time, making your head shoot to the side once again.

And you loved it — how could you not?

“Ah fuck,“ you groaned in a higher tone before he quickly bend down and kissed you deeply, still ramming his big cock into your clenching hole.

Lando chuckled as soon as he pulled away,

“You like that, huh?“ he quickly kissed both of your reddened cheeks before he slapped the left one and then the right one, always giving both of them their deserved attention.

You groaned and nodded with a wide smile, your one hand holding your leg to give him better access, the other one holding onto his arm, occasionally squeezing the skin.

Lando wore a smug look on his handsome face as he watched you nod your head, “Yeah? Oh you’re a little whore aren’t you?“

The young driver adjusted his position a bit, his thumb caressing your red cheek, “another one?” he asked quietly.

You pouted playfully before you nodded.

Quickly, your boyfriend put his other hand around your throat again, choked you and then slapped your already red cheeks again, watching with a focused expression how your face turned from one side to the other.

“You love that so much, it’s… crazy,“ he chuckled deeply, quickly smacking you again before he softly caressed your red cheeks.

After some time, you nodded,

“I-I know,“ you gulped and gasped, his hand around your throat making all of this even more of a challenge but you couldn’t complain.

Lando glanced down at his cock disappearing in your pussy, his right hand squeezing your throat, his left one still slapping your red and wet cheeks.

You watched as his lips parted in a quiet moan, his brows furrowed in pleasure and concentration, “you feel so fucking good, baby,” he breathed heavily, his pointer and middle finger tapping onto your bottom lip, silently asking you to open your mouth.

And you immediately did — and he wasted no time and shoved the two long digits into your mouth, running them along your tongue before shoving them down your throat that he was still squeezing then and there.

“That’s a good girl,“ he said in a raspy tone as he continued pounding into you, bringing you closer and closer to the sweet release with each passing second.

You threw your head back after he pulled his fingers out of your mouth, a small string of saliva making its appearance between your tongue and the pads of his fingers, making you grin a bit.

“Look at that, baby,“ he quickly smeared it all over your lips before he slapped you again, making your head shoot to the side.

The McLaren driver smirked, “So messy, yet so pretty,“ your boyfriend leaned down and crashed his lips against yours, kissing you messily and deeply.

“Cum for me, c’mon… I can feel that you‘re close,“ he whispered against your wet lips, continually gently slapping your left cheek.

With loud gasps for air and trembling legs, you let go, cumming hard around his cock.

Lando nodded, “Just like that,“ he groaned quietly, his hand briefly squeezing your throat before he grabbed your leg, kissing the inner side of your calf, his eyes never leaving your beautiful but messed up face.

“You enjoyed that?“ he asked you as he noticed that you started to calm down again — and you quickly nodded.

“Good, I did too,“ Lando mumbled before he leaned forward and gently kissed your cheeks.

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marithempressz · 3 days ago

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Pick a Card: What do people perceive about you?

Hey guys! For this reading, I used two decks: the Divine Tarot and the Life Purpose Oracle. I chose the second one because I felt it would help scan your current energy—even though life purpose isn’t exactly about how people perceive you, lol. Hope you enjoy the reading :))

pile 1, píle 2, pile 3

Pile 1

Page of Swords, The Devil, Three of Swords Infinite Abundance: You’re fully supported as you devote yourself to your divine life purpose.Energy Healing: Your natural energy-healing abilities are an important part of your life purpose.

I feel a very strong energy. I see a red rose. I felt a bit vulnerable in the Solar Plexus, as if there’s something trapped there. It feels like the people in this pile are aware of their power, but can’t fully access it. People definitely notice that—you know it—but this awareness makes you feel even more vulnerable.

Those who love you believe in your capacity to break through those fears, and they know you believe in it too.

Some people see you as a mix of cold-bloodedness and kindness. You’re sweet with those who respect you, and ready to cut off those who don’t. You give the impression of being very smart and courageous—unafraid to enter the forest and discover what’s hidden inside. But people also sense that you’re deeply hurt, and they wonder what happened to you, because you never speak about it.

This connects to the Solar Plexus—you’re afraid of being vulnerable. Still, you have enormous faith in life’s goodness. You’re willing to take care of your wounds, but there’s also this inner voice pulling you into the belief that you can’t, that you’ll always be broken.

But you know that’s a lie, don’t you?

This could be a part of your mind that’s crystallized around those ideas—perhaps placed there by your caregivers. The Devil card may also suggest that those people are still cursing you with their energy. Please take care of yourself. Stay away from them, whoever they are.

There’s a highly creative energy in you too—one that’s deeply connected spiritually. There’s so much life inside you. You’re adventurous. Have faith in that part of yourself. It will bring you abundance and fulfillment.

So yes—people see you as this courageous, spontaneous being who’s been through some sh*. But at the same time, you’re also this soft, kind little b* who just wants the best out of life lol.

Pile 2

Strength, Seven of Swords, Seven of Cups Career Change: You’re embarking on a career that brings you the joy and abundance you desire and deserve.Talk to Your Angels: Instead of worrying, ask for divine guidance.

I feel uncomfortable, irritated—like there’s not much space for you. That aligns with the Career Change card: you want to leave somewhere. Not necessarily a job, but a place, a relationship—something. You just need to admit that you don’t fit there anymore. It doesn’t give you what you truly need.

You might’ve already shared something about this with people around you, or maybe they just sense it. Still, they also see you as someone completely capable of changing your situation. The Strength card is here for a reason.

However, you might be lying to yourself—telling yourself that staying where you are is the best option. You may even try to hold on to that idea, imagining “What if I stay? What if I persevere with this choice?”

Just don’t, mate.

You’ve got to persevere on a path that’s actually aligned with your desires and your purpose. You can handle that.

I know this reading is meant to show how people perceive you, but this pile took a different direction lol. Still, I guess people can sense that you're on the verge of change, and that you're totally capable of making it happen.

Ask your guides for help—they’re happy to support you!

Pile 3

The Tower, The Star, The Hierophant Writing: You heal, inspire, teach, and entertain with the words you write.

The first thing that came through was teaching—you might be a teacher, or you're just really good at it. You likely carry a high level of knowledge, and this makes people look up to you. You always have something meaningful to say—that’s the vibe.

You’re also very different from the majority. A world-wrecker is what I’m hearing—someone who challenges the status quo, who dares to see beyond the obvious. You might be a tarot reader too.

People see you as someone who always finds the bright side of a situation. You’re not interested in making things worse—you crave stability and healing. This pile feels more mature; you give off the energy of someone responsible and self-aware.

There’s also a strong sense of admiration for how you've handled transformation in your life. You’ve done something big—something that changed you deeply—and people admire you for it, even from a distance.

#tarot blog #tarot brasil #tarot reading #tarotcommunity #pick a card #tiragem #pac #energy #spiritual awakening #the x files #fox mulder #dana scully #agent mulder #agent scully #energy work #energia #energyhealing #mind #what do people perceive about you

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cosmicalily · 23 hours ago

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"what's in my bag" - ot8 skz headcanons by @cosmicalily | what i think skz's gfs would keep in their bags

author's note: a skz ver of the ateez ones i posted on @liliesformingi <3 warnings: reader is referred to as a girl, however no feminine pronouns are given (i tend to use girl/girlie kind of as a gender neutral overarching term)

bangchan & minho

the breakdown: bangchan girlies keep their bag minimal and down to the essentials, a tried and tested selection of exactly what they know they'll need while out. and, of course, a little friend to keep them company is a must, and earphones are essential for moody music listening sessions on the train! minho girlies are always prepared for any feline that might approach them, along with a sweet, subtle fragrance to enchant any non-cat walkers by! again, kept simple but sentimental; daily bits and pieces, all very well loved!

changbin & hyunjin

the breakdown: changbin girlies are the kind of people you'd meet in a restroom and they'd fix your hair for you, and their bag contents reflects that! a super cute wallet (with a pilates studio membership likely hidden inside) as well as snacks for on the go; you never know when you need a sweet treat! hyunjin girlies treat the world as their muse, adorers of any kind of physical media. they start the day with the basics, and throughout their adventures, collect little bits and pieces, probably for their journal. flowers, keychains, crystals . . . anything!

jisung & felix

the breakdown: jisung girlies are quirky and sentimental, always keeping something on hand to keep them occupied when out and about, whether it be a graphic novel, fidget or a gaming device, as well as a digicam to capture physical thoughts and memories. felix girlies are refined and reliable, with a well-stocked bag that has anything anyone might possibly need on hand. need a tampon? you know they've got you. hands are dry? this cream's scented like vanilla! they're the ultimate girls' girl!

seungmin & jeongin

the breakdown: seungmin girlies know what they want and like, and that's familiarity. a physical notebook makes them feel more in touch with the present than a phone notes app, and even though they're always one for practicality, this is a luxury they won't deny. also collectors of fluffy things; they remind them of him. jeongin girlies are always on trend and up to date; the latest phone? they preordered it a month ago. that new lip product everyone's raving about? they have it in four shades. the contents are constantly swapping in and out, lovers of trying new and fun things!

taglist: @hyunjiiza @velvetmoonlght @s3ungm1nxxl0ve @btch8008s @heartsbyani @ellemir2404 @bellarellasstuff @starsinagreenskyxx @ashtxrie @pigeonseatmayo @modesttiger @woozarts @zelinkcrossing @urlocalmultigroupfan @shuuporanglinos @lezleeferguson-120 @r1nstaaa @bibibahngg @jessxxxfwd @koiiqqqq @lenfilms @yaniblvsh @dearmini @ilovedallywinston @0sunshinecryptid0 @peskybirdysya @channieschocco @straberieslee @hanverse-recs @skzfangirl143 @hanjiiscake | comment, dm or send an ask to be added :)

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555rare · 20 hours ago

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Who is/are your secret admirer(s)?

PILE 1 PILE 2 PILE 3

[A ROMANTIC PAC 🥂]

For my previous PACs: Their arousing thoughts about you and How do Men view you?

• Choose a pile that undoubtedly calls out to you. The pile can call out to you in many ways, be it the picture reaching out to you, the energy pulling you towards it or the number attracting your attention heavily out of them all.

Also, this is for entertainment purposes...mostly..and if a pile feels off, try choosing another pile💖👍.

Now, when I say 'Secret Admirer', I mean someone you don't think admires you or you have no idea this person admires you. You may doubt whether this person admires you and so on. This is your conformation if the first pile you choose resonates with you! Of course it's not gonna be a secret anymore after this hahaha😂💪.

Let's begin~

☘ Pile 1 ☘

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

CHANNELING SONGS:

TIP OF THE ICEBERG: The Village, The Castle, The mountain

Messages: You have a lot of admirers ayeee, and you don't even know it! You can be a Jupiter or Mercury dominant but it does not have to be so. You all have like an entire village of admirers hahaha, it's insanee but mainly someone who is very closed off or reserved admires you like there's no one else around them.

This person is very guarded and defensive in nature, and they are not the type of person to just give in very easily, they test the waters and give subtle signs. If they get the green signal, that's when they're all in. This person is very rigid and stubborn as well. Convincing them in general is a great challenge for anyone as this person does not trust so easily.

This person is like an adventure but you have to get through their hard shell for that. I'm getting that 'Shrek' movie scene where Shrek tells Donkey that he's like an Onion, one needs to get through the several layers to see how soft he is in his core. They can be someone who feels pretty misunderstood by others. Others can think of them as cold and even drab for that matter but they are very loving and sensitive at heart.

This person finds you very eye-catching, like someone that just shifts mountains inside their shielded heart. They feel understood by you, they feel seen by you. This person can see your beauty beyond your physical traits, They see you on a deeper level and admire every bit of it. This person is also very committed to what or who they invest their time and energy in and it is impossible to change their mind, so when it comes to you, it seems like they never wanna stop admiring you, even if others try to change his/her mind.

This person has placed you on a pedastal which, boo, is insurmountable...no matter who tries to break it down. This person loves how you don't really give yourself to just anyone and you are open only those who you truly love and trust. This person admires how graceful and beautiful you are honestly, everything that you do has them thinking how are you the way you are, like they feel so caught off guard whenever you're around them.

CARDS: 8 of Swords, 5 of wands, knight of Swords, The Hanged Man, The Hermit, 9 of Pentacles

Messages: The immediate messages I got were Blindfolds, 10, older, keeps to him/herself, possessive.

Ooh babyyy, why you glowing so much? And don't even know it?! When I say you have got Admirers, trust me boo, YES, you do. You just dont see it though, you're over here comparing yourself with others who can't even match your shinee. You have got Admirers who just wanna have you and I'm not even sugarcoating at all, this is fact. There is of course on person among all the chaotic crowd of admirers who really really admires you. He/she can be an Air sign or behaves like one. This person is very hung up on you like they find your qualities so admirable and they just can't look away ooohhh.

This person ponders a lot about the way you are and it's just got them wondering how are you so beautiful and you just dont see it. They wonder what can it take to remove those blindfolds and make you see what they see. They are quite possessive of you as well and can get jealous really easily. They are quite defensive about you be it as a friend, a companion, an acquaintance, a lover. This person can keep to himself/herself a lot, like they don't just befriend everyone they meet. I heard 10 which can be the birth date of this person or a date adding up to 1. This person can think you are an all rounder or you do everything so so well and they wish they could level up to you.

Believe me when I say this person has you on their mind so so much and their admiration goes beyond superficial. They admire not just your physical traits but your behaviour and habits as well. I keep hearing ‘I wish you could see what I'm seeing right now’ and that's exactly what they feel on a really deep level. Clearly you have no idea what's going on around you like who's admiring you and so on, mainly because you are very focused on your own world. You may daydream a lot or you tend to mind your own business a lot. A lot of people in the background are tryna catch your attention or get you to catch them admiring you boo! It's like they want you to know they're interested so you make the first move cuz they are too intrigued by you to make a move.

The person who's really placing you as their ray of sunshine in this dark world is someone very chaotic in nature, like a person who doesn't really plan, they just go ahead in life and makes decisions too quickly or comes to conclusions really fast. This person can talk fast also or they walk fast as well. This person can have problems with approaching you though lol, not a shocker! They think of all they ways they can give you subtle hints that they really like you or they really admire so many things about you like slightly making fun of you or just smiling when they see you around. This person feels like they lack so much when they're around you, maybe the achievements, the talents, the beauty, the intelligence, the fashion style, etc.

They feel like they need to level up to your standards to be able to finally approach you confidently, now..this is in their head cuz they overthink A LOT! It's like they're rehearsing everything telling themselves ‘hey, uhh..I'm free this evening, would you like to go the movies with me? Pop corns on me *wink*’

and then they're like ‘ew, no...they'll run away if I do that..what is wrong with me?’ and continue on lol. They are someone who doesn't really open up about their feelings but once they do, it's all in one go, like they're yapping their entire life to you hahaaha. It's sad though because no matter how good this person is in so many ways, he/she feels like a 0 near you.

Okay..I don't know why but I'm getting this message that if you're a female reading this, then the guy who admires you a lot is very similar to this guy below. I don't know who he is but I'll check it out, just a moment. Okay, so I found out that this guy is from the movie 'Rust' so the way he is in that movie is the way the guy who admires you is once he opens up to you and begins to trust you.

I'm not even exaggerating because I keep hearing the song ‘Hello hello, let me tell you what it's like to be a 0,0. Let me show you what it's like to always feel, feel. Like I'm good enough for anything that's real, real. I'm looking for a way out' and this song is by Imagine Dragons

but this is exactly how this person feels around you...which is so sad. I mean this person literally has so much to offer, love, care, they are beautiful, etc and here they are doubting themselves so much. This person is afraid of being rejected by you or anyone for that matter because of their self-image.

They may have been brought up in a family where they were not really supported or motivated. Them having no one of their own motivate them, makes them doubt themselves a lot. This person really looks up to you and aspires to be like you in so many ways. They see you as their sunrise on the darkest days. I even keep hearing that Justin Bieber’s song ‘Your my sunrise on the darkest days, got me feeling some kind of way’...I forgot what it was…one moment please…oh...hell, it's despacito remix lol.

So yeah, this person wants you to know that you may feel ugly deep down or you feel like a shadow in others lives but you are the complete opposite, you are this ray of sunshine that lights up their day. I also keep hearing that lyrics ‘You can make a grown man cry, If you ever said, "Goodbye"’...I don't even know what's the name of this song so I gotta search it down.. another moment please…Okay, so I found out it's called 'Nobody's love' by Maroon 5.

So yeah, this person fears losing sight of you in their lives, it's not stalker vibes but this person really admires you. It's someone you definitely talk to. This is giving me so much ‘Crush turning to love’ vibes, so I guess it must be that phase now.

Hope you loved reading through this!🌼 If you look forward to having a personal reading on this, my services will open very soon so stay tuned sweet cherry!💝🌸

☘ PILE 2 ☘

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

CHANELLING SONGS:

TIP OF THE ICEBERG: Thanatos, The one, The animal

Messages: First of all, this connection is not superficial. This person is someone you have known for a long time now or someone you've gone through a lot with. This person and you have transformed eachother a lot after meeting eachother. This is someone who impacted you a lot just as you much as you have impacted him/her.

This is someone who you've experienced painful events with or they may have hurt you in the past. This is someone from your past, if you are in separation right now and if not then it's someone you are entering a new chapter with and the old chapter between you two is ending like going to the next level or moving together in a new direction.

This person ayyeee, I have to calm my nerves lol I'm so excitedd!! this person is someone you want to spend your entire lifetime with. This person can be the One boo!!! Omg! or even someone you thought was the One if you both are in separation currently or away from eachother in some way. There is definitely a deep change that's taking place in your connection together but it's not a rosey one, it's painful and introspective. That's why I strongly feel you both are away from eachother and are slowly realising the value of eachother and how you feel without the other in your life.

This person feels like you are the One. They may have even described you as the 'The One' to their friends and family as well. Anyhooo..this person really really admires you as a whole. There is nothing this person does not admire. Sure, they have questions about a few things but that does not mean they don't like that part about you, they find you rare and extraordinary. They think a person like you is only one in this entire Universe and having come across you in their life is also a real miracle.

This person can have a lot of intrusive or uncontrollable thoughts. The way the person admires you is in no way on a surface level. They are animalistic when it comes to you, like you drive them crazy ahaaha! What did you do to this mammal!?? hahahaah I can't- This person just does not believe you exist lol. Everytime they look at you, it's like they're rubbing their eyes twice and asking his/her friend to pinch them in order to see if they are in a dream or in reality.

This person admires how loving and understanding you are, especially towards them. They feel so understood by you and it feels like a lot of people have misunderstood them or hurt them for no reason, while you never did such a thing to them. You understood them no matter how hurt you were and they love and admire that a lot about you. They see you as their 'One Love' and they feel like unlike others you aren't trying to change who them in any way and love them for who they are.

They feel like they have never met someone like you and they will never meet someone like you. This person loves the thought of you being only theirs and no one else's. This person can think so much to the point they feel like you drive them nuts, just admiring every detail of your existence in their head. Again, this person can be the one or someone you want to spend your entire lifetime with.

CARDS: 3 of Swords, Page of Wands, 6 of Cups, 7 of Wands, 9 of Swords, The Moon

Messages: Mmkkaayyy, my pile 2s...looks like you got somethin' going onn. You guys go through a lot of pain don't you? You guys hide behind a mask a lot don't you? Prancin' around and giving everyone a good show but at the end of the day you take off that mask in your room...all alone..wondering why you feel so gray..so..unfulfilled..like something is missing. Well, if that's you, it's okay my boo, cuz I'm just like you! Lol, I'm not proud of it but you're not alone bestie🫂

The immediate messages I actually heard were, an ex or someone you have had an ending with, a person from your past, a romantic suitor, a fire sign or behaves like one, fire Venus sign, a defensive person, a logical person, unable to sleep at night, thinking a lot about you. These are the first messages I heard. Someone from the past still admires you a lot boo..I mean, that's literally what came forward at the beginning as well. This person misses you if you are in separation right now, clearly they are lovesick for you.

If you know the language Tamil, the song 'Thodu Vaanam' is coming through strongly as well. Mainly one lyric where he says in Tamil 'Pain in love is more than any pain. Its poisonous than a life. On leaving you, I’m losing my soul. In the bluish sky, I'm burying myself.' and another lyric where he says 'Love is squeezing me, tears coming like anything. Thinking is a problem, forgetting is a problem, life is paining me.' which is off topic but his/her energy is coming in very strongly and I had to mention this. This is how they are feeling at present if they are away from you or you both are in separation.

If you both are not in separation, this person fears that day but anyhoooo...let's go back to the point here. This person admires your sense of humor and loves being around you because you are like an adventure to them. This person loves the way you laugh and smile as well. They can love making you laugh a lot as well. This person can have brown or dark hair and they can have a very contagious smile.

This person can have beauty spot marks on his/her face. They can have a good height and they can be good with business or convincing someone. This person is very competitive and defensive though. They love to win and they like a good competition. He/she loves how generous and supportive you are, especially with them.

They love the gifts you give them, if you have given any and they maybe even see those gifts from time to time and think about you a lot. I'm getting 'Heartbreak Anniversary' song a lot here which can be significant with the way they feel towards you at this time but again, back to the topic, this person loves how much you give them, be it love, support, laughter, pleasure, pain, etc.

This person is thinking a lot about the past and the memories you both have shared. This person admires and is grateful for all that you have done for them and they miss those days. This person admires how you can always give them a good time and make them feel loved and appreciated. They love and admire how you see the best in them no matter how worse they are.

This person and you share a very strong soul bond, meaning what you feel, he/she feels, when you are sad, they feel that from afar, even if they don't know why they feel that way but most of the time you both are thinking about eachother at the same time. You can even dream of eachother a lot. He/she thinks of you the most at night but oh my godd, lol, this person is deviating me from the topic lol, so this person really admires how much you shine. They admire how soft yet marvelous you are. They admire you like a person would admire the Moon.

This person admires how you speak and how you share your thoughts with them. They also admire how you are very protective of the ones you love and you will do anything to keep them safe, including him/her. I am also getting that saying by Bob Marley where he was asked if there was a perfect woman and he replied: "Who cares about perfection. Not even the Moon is perfect, it's full of craters. The sea is incredibly beautiful but salty and dark in the depths. The sky is always infinite, but often cloudy. Therefore, everything that is beautiful is not perfect, it is special." This is exactly how he/she sees you, someone who is imperfectly perfect. and someone special to him/her.

But out of topic...again, nowadays, they stay up at night a lot because they can't get you out of their mind. They think a lot about you, especially at night. This person is in pain and even though they may be healing, forgetting about you or trying to move on from the past has become a struggle for them. Back to topic lol, this person admires how you would go out of your way to literally help anyone dear to you. They find you very unreal, like a dream that they would wake up from at any point. I'm also getting the song 'Are you even real?' by Giveon and Teddy Swims so this is also how they feel about you.

This person sees you as someone who they can't have. Like how Gru wanted the Moon so bad in 'Despicable Me' and he put so much of effort just to get the Moon but at the end of the day he had to put it back in the sky because it did not belong to him? That is exactly how he/she feels towards you, like having you is impossible or you are unattainable. This person thinks having you is some sort of crime to others, maybe a lot of people did not want you two together or your parents intervened if you are young.

This person really wishes they could have you all to themselves but they feel like you are forbidden to have. They feel like you are too far away now to be theirs. They really admire how you have a mind of your own though and if you are spiritual, which most definitely you are, they really admire that side of you as well and think you are very blessed by the divine. This person loves and admires the way you dance too is what I'm getting, both the dance you do in bed (if you get me), that is if you both have done it and the dance you do normally.

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☘ PILE 3 ☘

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

CHANNELING SONGS:

TIP OF THE ICEBERG: The River, The Desert reverse, The Venom

Messages: This person who admires you is very emotionally intelligent. Their admiration never stops flowing because it runs like a river. They see you as someone dangerous but so alluring. I get the image of a Siren who attracts the prey and once they come close, they attack them, so this is how this person feels like you are deep down, not in a bad way. They like the risk of giving their all to you.

They admire how you accept them just the way they are and they love how delicate and graceful you are deep down. They love how your love can purify anyone and change anyone you meet. This person isolates themselves a lot or they feel very left out by others in their life. But you...you make them feel like they don't need anyone else. This person can be a dry texter or does not really have the skill of flirting lol.

This person feels very intoxicated by you, like the love and admiration for you has spread in their blood like venom. This person admirers how you come off as someone unapproachable and scary but in reality you are a goofball. This person finds you very very tempting because of the way you carry yourself and the way you speak especially.

This person can think you are toxic for them. I know, that's kind of hurtful but I can't just sugarcoat boo, I'm sorry but this person thinks you're not good for them or maybe their parents tell them this but this person likes how bad you are for them, this person does not like to follow orders so much lol. I'm channeling that Britney Spears song, Toxic so that's how this person feels towards you.

This person feels very watered by you like they don't feel deserted when they are with you but yet they have these thoughts that maybe you won't last with them or that just because the friendship is good does not mean the relationship will be.

This person feels like you make them feel less neglected and dry. This person loves how you have the ability to change anyone's perspective on things. This person is very devoted to you. They feel like they can go through anything for you. I'm getting that 'Grenade' song, I don't know why but this person admires you and loves you even if they are hurting.

This person feels like their love and admiration will never end even if things aren't good between you two. They feel very drawn to you, no matter what happens. They admire and love how electric you make them feel and how many butterflies you give them. This is giving off so much 8th and/or 12th house synastry overlays where this person is the house person.

CARDS: The Empress, Ace of Swords, 2 of Cups, The High Priestess, The Emperor, 2 of Pentacles

Messages: This is a friend boo. A close friend, someone who has a crush on you or a romantic suitor who really really admires you. They may not show it openly but damn do they love everything about you. The Minute I came to your pile, spirit just threw the words at my ear ‘Cherie’ like soooo may times lololol. I googled the meaning of this word and guess what bestie?! It literally means 'Darling' in French!! ayeee hahaaha. This person may think of you as their Darling awwww.

Then I heard the two songs I mentioned above and immediately understood this person is extremely infatuated by you. I'm not even speaking at the slightest. Everything about you turns them on, like they find you too attractive that even they can't fathom the fact that they are like a volcano around you, about to burst anytime lol and don't worry not like in a creepy or harmful way.

This person and you can be a soulmates or twinflames because we literally have both the Empress and the Emperor and they are the divine counterparts of eachother, meaning you both can be divine counterparts of eachother where you are the Divine Feminine and they are the Divine Masculine. Now Divine Masculine and Divine Feminine are not determined by genders, they are determined by the energies both the partners embody in a twinflame connection.

Why do I tell you that you are the Divine Feminine is because you seem like the runner and he/she seems like the chaser. This person admires and respects you very very much though. They are not so expressive or open with their feelings. This person may not even tell you how much they admire so much about you. He/she can think very highly of you and sees you as someone with both inner and outer beauty.

This person either loves a person completely or hates a person completely, there is no in between, but with you they love and admire absolutely so much about you. You can be spiritual as well and this person admires how so in touch you are with your divinity. This person can just look at you, admiring you so much from the corners when you aren't looking.

This person feels like you are their clarity in life, like I keep hearing that 'Clarity' song where she is saying 'If our love's insanity, why are you my clarity?' or something like that. This person feels like you give them a lot of clarity in their life. They can even come to you for advice and wisdom. This person admirers how mysterious you are and how you don't give all information about yourself at one go.

This person loves and admires how only give little information in every interaction you have and how chill you are on the outside. They think you're like lightning in their life. Someone who came outta nowhere and shocked them to their core. It seems like they are always looking out for you and admiring you from the shadows. Not in a creepy way of course because they are more like your fan and they really respect you.

This person admirers how strong you are and how you can do literally do multiple things at one go. This person admirers how you can balance different things in your life or how you know how to handle chaos and struggles. They see you as Wonder woman/ Superman at this point lol. They feel like you can handle anything that life throws at you. They also admire your sudden mood swings lol ahhaha, whatt??

I know it's weird and odd for someone to admire how your mood suddenly changes but this person really likes the thrill of seeing how your mood suddenly shifts because they think you're cute when you're upset or they find it really adorable when you behave like a little kid whenever your mood changes. This person finds your touch with your emotions really attractive which is not very common but yes, they find you really cute for being emotional.

This person also admires how you carry yourself. They see you as someone of high value and luxury. They love how rich and classy you seem, even if you aren't. This person admires how you sit, the glances you give to them and others, the way you laugh, the way you are when moody, literally so many things about you. They admire your personality very much as they find it very rich and full of zest.

They find your personality very tasty is what I heard which is soooo unique lol, I mean how can someone find your personality tasty right? but lemme get to that boo. when I say this person finds your personality tasty, it's like spirit is comparing you to their favorite dish where they love everything about it, the flavor, the texture, the way it looks, etc. Now the same goes for you, they love spending time with you and they think you might actually be tasty in bed lol, because you are so full of fun and you are such a mood for them but apart from the bed, they find you really fun to be around and they enjoy indulging in your company.

This person can love and admire your voice very much and the way you talk. I keep hearing 'Maneater' by Nelly Furtado which can be the way this person views you, like someone who can have anyone but is also dangerous to be around ahahah. This person admires you like soooo much, they are on their knees for you. They admire how you ask exactly what you want and they love how confident you come off to others. They also admire how laid back and chill you are, especially with them. They find you very wise and interesting as a person and they admire this so so much about you.

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JE SUIS LÀ POUR TOI

Modern Stack x Reader

Ignore the fire in the picture pls. Lol

Excuse any errors. Enjoy

Ghosting was your defence mechanism. Don’t forget to comment and reblog.Having been hurt countless of times in the past made it hard for you to completely trust anyone that came in your life and show interest.

No matter house much they show up and show out, that little voice in your head is always ready and armed with all the wrong words to convince you that it’s all for show. They’re just doing it cause they want something from you.

They don’t really like you, just passing time.

You’ve fallen victim to the little devil in your mind. Sure it cost you a few great relationships but the lack of effort put in to to truly trying to keep you in their life always made you believe that you were actually right. No one truly likes you.

That’s until you met Elias, alias Stack.

It’s almost like someone out there, it be God or any other Divine Creature, knew exactly what you needed in that moment. Stack was truly a blessing. A gift.

Your biggest criteria for your partner was that they had to be funny. Someone with whom you can share hearty laughs mixed with some deep conversations.

With Stack, you found all that and then some.

That man could laugh you out your panties. But once he got you in that bed, nothing was funny anymore. Your previous laughs turned into cries of pleasure. Lips singing a totally different tune which translated the state of euphoria he had you in.

Never had you met a man with a skilled mouth inside and outside the bedroom.

Every thing was copacetic. Until you started going ghost on him.

It started with you taking hours to respond to his text messages. Purposely missing his calls. Engaging less in conversation.

Until you started to actively limit your rendezvous. Each day of the week had its own unique excuse.

Despite him trying to be understanding and giving you time, Stack could notice something was wrong. Sure you’ve only known each other for a fraction of time, but that doesn’t mean he hadn’t been paying special attention to you.

You really came into his life and transpercer son coeur like a cupids bow.

When he found himself thinking about you at random times of the day, loosing interest in his little pass time ladies. That’s when he knew he wanted you in life. At least for a little while longer.

He tried to practice patience with you. Be understanding. Don’t smother you too much and be annoying. Lord knows he’s never felt such strong feelings for someone before. But after a few days of you ghosting him, he couldn’t take it anymore.

He didn’t even put much thought into what he was going to do. All he knew was that he hasn’t seen you in a minute and he was gonna see you today.

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There you were in your small bubble. Just enjoying the quiet of your home. At least you were trying to.

Before Stack, staying alone in silence for a prolonged period of time was not a problem. But things have changed. You don’t remember when they changed. They just did.

The silence in your home right now is just an indication that something’s missing. Someone’s missing.

Whenever stack was around, silence was a rare guest in the domicile. Whether it was the booming voice of his off key singing. Him telling you stories about all his multiple adventures. Even sharing some stories of his past crazy situationships.

Other times, his soothing voice was the only thing that could get you back to earth. Whispering sweet words in your ear. Cradling you in your arms so as to shield you from your thoughts. Sometimes he wished he could get in your head and remove all the weeds that have been growing there. Replace them with beautiful, colourful flowers.

Seven loud knocks in interval came to your door. The first few knocks were faint. But as the seconds passed without you opening up, the knocks became louder and louder.

At this point you feared your nosy older neighbours would be disturbed.

Approaching the door on your tippy toes so as to not reveal any human activity and alarm the other person of your presence, you looked through the peep hole.

“You don’t even gotta look. You already know it’s me, love. Open up.”

He was right you already know who stood on the other side of the door. You didn’t think he’d show up this soon. That’s a record. Normally they just get used to your absence. And vice versa.

“Aye, you better open up ‘fore I cause a scene for your bougie ass neighbours.”

You sighed proceeding to open the locks. As the door swung open his hand was in mid air as if waiting to knock again.

At the sight of you, he dropped his hand and with it went the wrinkles on his forehead. His face relaxed. Heart beating a bit slower when he saw you were still in one piece and breathing.

The both of you just stood there. No one uttering a thing. Simply contemplating each other.

No matter how much you tried to convince yourself you didn’t miss him, seeing him in front you made all the feelings you tried so hard to hide away came springing up to the surface.

“You really thought you could get rid of me that easily? I told you, you’re already in my system.”

“You not even gonna let me in?” His question was out of the ordinary. Any other time he would’ve already let himself in the minute you opened the door. Problem was, this wasn’t any other time. He knows he has to go slowly with you. Take his time so as to not push you away even more.

You didn’t give a verbal answer. Just stepped aside and he took the hint. Besides you couldn’t trust your voice in the moment. Your brain was running a thousand miles per minute trying to find the right excuse you were going to dish him.

Now inside the house, you were waiting for him to unleash his anger. Tell you how foul you were. Get all the things he has to say ofc his chest before storming out.

That didn’t happen. He looked at you with the softest expression in his eyes before meekly declaring “I miss you.”

Now that’s..new. Not knowing what to say since he caught you off guard. You simply stood there looking at him. You wanted to tell him how much you share the same sentiment as him. How much he has been occupying my mind lately. The word’s didn’t make it to your lips.

“You don’t even gotta tell me anything right now. Just let me be there for you. Please?”

Yeah, that did it. First it was the slight expansion of your nose, then you lips quivering lightly, like a child ready to cry, throat constricting, then finally your eyes stinging before they became blurry.

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You don’t recall how you got here. You body completely enveloped by a warm blanket, body melting in the comfortable mattress.

Looking outside the window, obscurity had taken over the sky. Time had really passed. How long have you been out?

Your senses started to awaken slowly but surely. One thing captured your attention. The aroma of some good home cooked meal seduced your nostrils. That’s when your stomach decided to announce itself with a loud grumble.

You left the comfort of your bed as you headed for the kitchen.

The sight in front of you tugged at your heart strings. There in your decent size kitchen was Elias, wiping down the kitchen that was visibly messy after his cooking. He was so focused on his task he couldn’t even hear you come in his space.

Not knowing how to announce yourself, you let out a small “ahem”. That caught his attention.

Turning around, he smiled as soon as he saw your face.

“You’re awake. I wanted to get done here ‘fore coming to wake you up. I know you don’t like eating when the kitchen’s messy.”

Good lord. He couldn’t get more perfect than this. Here he was taking care of you. Not once has he shown you his displeasure with

“It’s fine. The food actually directed me here. It smells nice.”

“Yeah I figured you’d be hungry after you wake up so I decided to throw something together for you.”

“Thank you.”

He plated your food before pulling out a chair which you thought was for you until he sat down. He patted his knees inviting you to sit on him instead.

“Are you sure..?” Came out your hesitant voice.

“Come on.” He said simply with a small smile on the corner of his lips.

You missed the proximity. You know he did too. Stack is the definition of touchy feely person. You will never find yourself close to him without him finding one way or another to touch you. Nothing sexual. He just constantly needs to touch you. You weren’t complaining.

You sat there in silence. Enjoying each other’s presence. You couldn’t help the sounds coming from your mouth. The food was

“You gonna have to slow down on those sounds. I know the foods not that good.”

“But it is though. What did you put in it?”

“Just some of my love and a pinch of salt to taste.”

“Corny.” You said flicking his ear slightly. Both sharing a laugh after.

“Stack, I’m really sorry about going ghost I-“

“Shh, we can talk about it tomorrow. I’m not going anywhere, you hear me? For now I just want you to enjoy your meal and rest some more. We gon’ talk about everything tomorrow.” With that he placed a kiss on your forehead. One on each cheek. On your nose before finally landing on your lips.

Yeah, you can’t comprehend how you were able to make it through the past few days without his lips on yours.

The kiss got hungrier. Messier. Each one pouring their all in the kiss. Hand’s roaming all over. Gropping, kneading, massaging the flesh.

As his hands found your breast and left a squeeze you couldn’t help but moan in his mouth. The vibration shooting straight to his member.

Breaking the kiss for air, your lips found themselves leaving open mouth kisses on his neck, sucking licking. Trailing up to his ears as your hands simultaneously found themselves going south, straight in his pants.

At the contact, his thighs jolted as your soft hands found him.

Your fingers found themselves playing with the his bulbous head. Spraying the already present thick liquid all over it. His thick leg’s spread apart to give you more access.

By now you, were straddling only one of his thick thighs. Rotating your hips chasing that sweet friction. You were definitely high off the pleasure.

Retracting the hand that was in his pants, you brought it up to your lips, licking around the digit. Sucking it like honey. He watched intently. Eyes narrowing lightly.

He took the finger that was in your mouth, coated with your saliva, and put it in his own mouth.

You proceeded to get on your knees ready to present him your excuses the only way you knew for now and show him how much you missed him.

“Wait, wait, what’re you doing?”

“What it look like?-”

“Nah baby, you don’t gotta do none of that.”

It wasn’t rare for you to use sex as a means to escape whatever mess going on in your head. Stack knew that. He never wanted you to feel like you were obligated to do anything.

“I want to. Please.”

“You sure?”

“Mhhm” You said eagerly. Mouth already salivating at the thought of what was about to happen.

Who was he to stop you. Sure he didn’t want you to feel like you had to do any of that but also if you wanted to he wasn’t going to stop you. Lord knows his body missed you bad.

One things for sure, it was going to be a long night.

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zerosomnia · 2 days ago

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Thunderbolts John Walker x Reader:

Girls' Night Revelations

Summary: After venting some frustrations at girls' night, the reader realises that they are not just angry at Walker but that there's some other stuff going on too. A confrontation ensues that ends in some truths.

Genre: Friends to lovers, slight angst to comfort if you squint lmao

Warnings: None really, maybe just be aware that there's some sad thoughts motivating Walker to act the way he does?

Authors Note: I loved writing this, like couldn't put it down kind of love. I've also left it fairly open so there's room for either another fluffier conclusion or maybe something spicy if anyone wanted to see that 👀👀

Word Count: 3063

Friday was girls’ night. Not officially, but it had become some form of routine for you, Ava, Yelena, and (of course) Bob. It was the night that you’d all gather with snacks, drinks, maybe a movie, and the week’s issues. Sometimes one person would be missing due to missions or press events, and if that was the case then there was a Saturday morning debrief. Tonight, everyone was present. Luckily for you, your room had become the designated spot for this nighttime gathering, mostly because it was the cleanest. Generally, it turns out, a group of depressed assassins were not the best at maintaining their own spaces. Not that it actually mattered, your room would end up trashed by the end of the night, with wrappers rolling around the floor like tumbleweeds and your small group all curled up in increasingly concerning sleeping positions.

Tonight was a night for venting, no movies were present, the music was low – and nearly everyone was suitably annoyed at an event from recent days. Yelena had led, her own story having happened a mere few hours ago. It was an intriguing tale of stupidity and antics that were typical of Alexei.

‘I mean – any normal person knows you can’t give guinea pigs vodka!’ Yelena's arms waved frantically, almost like she was imagining smacking Alexei as she said it. Ava snickered at her rage, and Bob looked mildly concerned. He always did when any of you got expressive like this.

‘I’m not sure any of us would call him normal,’ Ava rolled her eyes with a chuckle. Yelena hesitated for a moment.

‘Alexei or cucumber?’ That made you laugh – you always forgot she had named her guinea pig after your first adventure.

‘Well… I mean not every guinea pig is adopted by an assassin who just blew up the only home he’d ever known.’ You heard Bob chuckle beside you as Yelena shrugged her shoulders in amused agreement with your statement. Ava turned to Bob, clearly reminded of his presence by his laugh.

‘What about you Bob? You never complain on these nights – there must be one of us that annoys you.’ She stated it like it was fact, which was fair because it pretty much was. Your small, ragtag team was some form of dysfunctional family – caring, but constantly at each other’s throats too. Bob cleared his throat at that, turning his gaze nervously to the floor.

‘Well…’ everyone leaned forward, keen to know what issues actually annoyed Bob. ‘I’m grateful for all of you, but Alexei is definitely a bit… much,’ Yelena nodded in exasperated agreement as Bob continued. ‘And Bucky is… he’s so serious,’ A confirming noise came from all of you. The ex-winter soldier could definitely be a bit too serious at times.

‘I think it’s good for Alexei – to be honest,’ you chimed in. ‘To have another older member of the group, y’know?’

‘A third of our team are old men,’ Ava observed. Yelena snickered in response, quick witted as always.

‘We’re like a retirement home for crazy grandpas.’

‘But seriously Bob, no issues?’ Ava pressed. He paused for a minute to think, you could hear the faint music that backed your conversations in the silence. It was some bad pop song from the 90s that you remembered dancing to as a child.

‘I think… the only time I had an issue was when we first met – y’know, the one with walker,’ You exhaled sharply as mention of Walker, he was on your personal shit list this week. And your reaction didn’t go unnoticed.

‘Woah, woah, woah…’ Yelena paused Bob’s story with a wave of her hands. ‘What was that?’ She had such an intense stare sometimes, you often found yourself looking away when she questioned you.

‘It’s not my turn yet,’ you chuckled bitterly.

‘Oh no, I’m finished,’ Bob quickly interjected, clearly as curious as the others. You looked to Ava for help, but she just raised her eyebrows at you. She was always looking for a reason to rib on Walker, so clearly you weren’t getting away with saying nothing. You sighed.

‘Ok, so.’ You sat up straighter, preparing to share the events of your recent rescue mission. ‘You know how I got sent on that mission to assist Walker after he got ambushed?’ The group all nodded, leaning towards you. ‘Well… I show up on site and I start doing my thing, y’know…’ you made a shooting motion with your fingers. ‘And I get down to where he’s being held – I free him and I give him his comms device back, and the first thing this bastard does is start telling me off for helping him!’ You hear a small gasp from Bob, and Ava shakes her head with an unsurprised look.

‘That sounds like Walker,’

‘Yeah well. Fantastic way of thanking me for saving his life,’ you seethe, feeling the hot flush of anger all over again. ‘And that’s not all,’ the other’s eyes widen as you told them about how Walker had continued on. ‘We had been given the order – the mission was now a two-person deal. And then he starts telling me I should never have come, and how he was going to finish this himself,’ You were animated in your description, arms waving and mocking imitations occurring with every comment. Yelena and Bob shared a surprised look; you rarely got this angry after all. Ava, on the other hand, was grinning, enjoying seeing someone else this annoyed at Walker for once.

‘Like he thinks that just because he’s jacked, I can’t fight as well as him? I’m not some dainty little maiden who’s going to swoon over him just because he protected me with his big muscles,’ you rolled your eyes. ‘And it's not even just that – there are other things too!’ The others were starting to shift awkwardly, sensing that maybe this wasn’t just about the mission anymore. Ava chimed in, almost like she was trying to analyse what you were saying.

‘What kind of other things?’ you groaned, rubbing your face in frustration.

‘It’s like how you always notice when he walks into a room because he’s so loud. Usually, to tell those terrible one-liners he pulls when he thinks he’s being smart, and he always follows them up with that stupid smirk. Like we get it – sometimes you’re funny but most of the time you’re just being a dick.’ Yelena and Ava shared a knowing look with a chuckle. Bob, awkward as ever, cleared his throat.

‘Uhm… I can’t tell if you’re insulting him or complimenting him.’ You froze, Ava and Yelena’s chuckle turned into full-on laughter as Bob looked between you all with a confused expression. Heat rushed up your neck as you pointedly turned to Bob.

‘Of course I’m insulting him – he was being stupid. Like always. He could have gotten killed…’ You stopped, realising your mistake. ‘I mean- he could have gotten both of us killed.’ That was it; the others were cackling. It was now clear as day what was happening.

‘I can’t believe it – you,’ Yelena motioned at your mortified face, ‘have a crush on Walker,’

‘I do not have a crush on Walker.’ You huffed indignantly back at her.

‘Right, you just so happen to notice his big muscles and smirk because you despise him that much.’ Ava rolled her eyes. ‘Come on, Y/N. You know better than that.’ You shrank back from her, looking at the floor.

‘I don’t want to talk about this anymore, can we drop it?’ Their laughter stopped. Yelena, always the first to be there, shuffled closer to you on the bed.

‘I’m sorry, laughing about it isn’t nice. We won’t talk about it unless you want to,’ She put a hand on your shoulder in reassurance. You gave them a small nod and a smile – appreciating her upfront approach. She quickly diverted the conversation after that, distracting the others by asking Ava about what had happened during her chat with Valentina earlier. You felt a weight lean onto your side as Bob leaned his shoulder against yours, sending you a small, reassuring smile before he turned his attention to Ava’s story. Although you weren’t really listening anymore, a cold weight settled in the pit of your stomach as you thought about what they had said.

The next morning, you awoke to everyone else sprawled out on your bed. A mess of twisted limbs and ruffled blankets. The bed shifted while you untwisted your own limbs and stood up. After a few minutes, your morning ritual was complete: your face was washed, and your teeth were brushed. However, you couldn’t exactly get dressed without waking the others up, especially not with your drawers. You still had to sort that dodgy track that always squeaked when you tried to open the second drawer. So instead, you opted for food, padding down the hall and flinching at how cold the kitchen tiles were on your bare feet. You had no clue you were being watched.

Walker had just finished his morning workout. It was part of his routine, he’d wake up, get ready, go to the gym, make a quick snack, and then shower. After that, he was ready for whatever the day held. And usually, he could do it in relative peace, since the others weren’t quite morning people. But not today. Today, here you were, just below the cupboard he needed. Standing there in small pyjama shorts and a T-shirt so long that it just about covered them. He stood for a moment, just observing how you delicately moved as you prepared your own breakfast. He admired your legs and the way the hem of your clothes slid up, revealing more hidden skin, as you reached into the cupboard for something. He listened to your gentle humming, a pop song he recognised from the 90s. And he swallowed hard. You tended to have that effect on him, able to turn his mouth into a desert by doing everything and nothing. When you were around, John was like a man in a desert who had just found an oasis. Drinking in everything he could, every glance, every unintentional touch, every word said to him. It was like he had been choking all his life, and you had lifted the hand that held his throat. But he came with baggage – and he knew that. So instead of telling you, he announced his presence with a rough ‘Morning,’

You froze as Walker approached, attempting a hummed hello and hoping it was a satisfactory response. But all your hairs stood on end when you realised how close he was to you, you could feel his breath on the back of your neck as he peered over you. Rather than asking you to move, however, he reached over you and into the glass cupboard over your head. You stilled, trying to avoid moving as he retrieved what he needed and moved to your side, the smell of his deodorant wafting around you and making your knees a little weak. He was still a little sweaty from the gym, and you could feel the intense heat radiating off of him even when he stood by your side. You hadn’t noticed the way that you were staring. How your eyes had slowly travelled from his defined hands that were working on his snack to his perfectly chiselled forearms, and finally made their way up to his biceps – which were more prominent than ever, given he had just finished a workout. That is, you hadn’t noticed until you caught his eyes, which were earnestly staring back into yours with the same wondrous curiosity. You quickly looked away, feeling a flush hit your cheeks as you grabbed your newly made breakfast. Leaving no room for discussion, you mumbled a quick ‘bye’ as you turned on your heel and sped out of the room.

Similar interactions continued over the next two weeks. You and Walker would end up in a room together alone, there was some strange tension, and then you would run away. He felt himself growing increasingly frustrated at your avoidance of him. Had he done something to annoy you? He burned holes into the common room table as he contemplated. And that was how Ava found him, perched on the edge of the couch with his elbows on his knees and murderously staring at the furniture.

‘Did the table do something to you or are you just trying to intimidate it into telling you a secret?’ She leaned on the minibar, watching as his head fell into his hands with a frustrated groan.

‘It’s nothing,’ Ava sighed in response to him.

‘Ok. Don’t tell me,’ As she went to stand up, John interrupted her.

‘It’s Y/N. She hasn’t spoken to me in ages.’ Ava paused, withholding a witty remark for once and waiting for him to continue. ‘It feels like she’s avoiding me. And I don’t know what I did wrong,’ He scoffed, almost in disbelief that he was talking about it to Ava, of all people.

‘Uh huh,’ she eyed him curiously as he turned to her with a defeated look. ‘And have you tried talking to her?’ Walker indignantly fumbled for a moment in protest but quickly conceded with a low sigh and a ‘no’. Ava made an obvious motion that roughly translated into ‘well, you should do that’ and walked off before she revealed too much. Walker sighed, she was right, of course – but what if you didn’t want to talk to him? His bones groaned in protest as he moved off the couch. There was only one way to find out what was really going on.

Your room was the only place you were safe. The only place you were free of the constant hyperawareness you needed to have while avoiding Walker. He really was everywhere – but you couldn’t tell if he had always been that way or if you were only noticing how much you two spoke now that you weren’t. It’s not like you wanted to avoid him; you were just figuring stuff out. A part of you was annoyed at him for the way he had treated you while on that mission. Another part of you was so, so confused. You couldn’t pinpoint when you’d started liking John – maybe you always had. He had always been so confident and sure of himself. Either way, you knew this needed to stop. You needed to talk to him about what had happened. Filled with new resolve, you got up and marched to the door. You opened it and – oh. He was there, fist raised like he was about to knock and eyes wide. You both stared at each other for a second before simultaneously saying something along the lines of ‘I need to talk to you.’ There was a sheepish pause, and you moved back into your room, waving your arm in a ‘come in’ kind of motion. The door slid shut behind him. As you turned to him, about to start the conversation yourself, he blurted out a loud “Are you angry at me?”

You paused; taken aback by the direct way he spoke. Clearing your throat, you looked away to the floor. ‘I am a little annoyed, yes. But I’m not angry,’ Walker exhaled as his stomach dropped.

“Ok… ok. Uhm… What did I do?” You stared at him for a moment. He was staring back, eyes wide and unsure. They flitted about between your face and your stance, observing the tense way you were holding yourself, like it would keep you together. You could hear his uneven breathing from where you stood – he really didn’t know.

“I wasn’t happy with the way you treated me on that mission,” he froze at that, giving you a chance to continue. ‘I saved your ass, and not only did you not even thank me – you yelled at me for helping you!’ He didn’t have anything to say to that; he was just staring at you incredulously. Like he was somehow still confused. It pissed you off.

“I was trying to protect you,” he said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Protect me?” Indignation rose in your chest. “I don’t need your protection. I am an assassin in my own right, John – I know what I am doing!” He marched over to you.

“You know what you were doing? Did you?! Because I saw at least three instances where you nearly got yourself killed while taking out those guards!’ He was close now, too close. You felt a dizzying heat in your chest, and your voice rose.

“I was fine! Why do you even need to protect me anyway?!”

“I needed to protect you because I am in love with you!” He yelled back, freezing once he realised what he had just revealed. He backed away to the other side of the room, turning to face the walls and bracing his arms by his head like he was a convict getting a pat down.

‘What?’ Your voice was barely a whisper, but it sounded like a gunshot in the deathly silence of the room.

“I…” His voice cracked as the dam broke. “God. I am… I’m completely in love with you Y/N.” His voice sounded broken as he spoke into the wall, not daring to look back.

“John… I-”

“No… I-I have to say this,” he stood up straight and turned to face you. “I was trying to keep you safe because I’m selfish. I don’t know what I would do if you had gotten hurt or if you had died. And honestly, I was relieved and devastated when you were the one sent for me. Because I know you are amazing, and that terrifies me. You aren’t just a good assassin – you’re an amazing person, and if the world lost that because of me, I-” His voice broke as you both stared at each other for a moment. You took your chance to close the distance and grab his face, and you kissed him like the world was ending. He replied instantly by wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing your bodies together. When you pulled back, you were both panting heavily. Closing your eyes and resting your forehead against his, you whispered back

“I love you too.”

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bokettochild · 16 hours ago

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What is Legend’s “happy ending?”

(According to you)

For his life overall?

I honestly feel like, knowing what we do of him, and based off of his current character, Legend probably won't get the "happy ending" that the rest think Time got: the wife, the home, the kids and picturesque life.

While, canonically, he is an ancestor of Hyrule's, I think it's likely indirect. As you know, I support the Prince Legend HC, so it's entirely feasible that one of Fable's children is Hyrule's great-grand-parent, and if you go with the mangas, that is actually somewhat in line with the Mishouzaki interpretation where Hyrule was born of an affair between the princess of Hyrule and an elvan Prince (Prince Rune).

Anyways, this would mean that Legend is an Uncle, and I honestly think he'd really enjoy that. I feel like his life post LU continues to be full of travels and adventures, though less of the questing variety and more the kind the average nosy person would experience. Given his apparent wanderlust, I'd say it's likely Zelda either getting married, coronated, or having her first child that brings him back to the kingdom and makes him settle down a bit more, in order to help her.

Legend has some very diversified experience and knowledge and I feel like his ended up using this to help better Hyrule and drive it into what's known as the Golden Era of Hyrule, a period of prosperity that only ended when Aurora's brother rose to power, and given that such a thing could never have happened on our vet's watch, he'd have had to be long dead by then.

Prior to Zelda having any children, I see him sort of couch surfing around the kingdoms, reconnecting with old friends and chasing after ways to help people, since we all know the Hero's Spirit can't ever really rest. Once the little ones where born though, he would have become more concerned with staying close to his homeland, just in case something happened. After all, in the royal family, your life is only guaranteed as long as it takes to bring the next princess into the world, and he likely had some anxiety that something would happen to his sister as soon as her first child was born.

I feel like he is a very dedicated Uncle and brother, the kind who makes a point to teach all the young royals about the world they were meant to protect, about their people, and about the lands beyond their own, allowing them and their mother to make better diplomatic connects as a result of his friendships abroad. I see him as the strange Uncle who's always popping in and out at random with a thousand stories, presents, and likely new scars, who almost lives just for the sake of his nieces/nephews and his sister, despite never settling down and having a family of his own. (I can't see him really taking a lover either, but that's just me).

Given that it's hinted that Hyrule inherited a collection of artifacts once belonging to Legend that are, for some reason, housed in Hyrule Castle, one might infer that Orchard House either was destroyed or became impractical for Legend to continue living out of, and in time he either moved into the castle properly or at least started storing the vast majority of his adventuring gear there.

There is a running theory/HC that each Link leaves aid for the one to follow him and that's why there are chests of useful items scattered across Hyrule, and I really like the idea that Legend went all out with this; from adding treasures back into dungeons he might have once raided himself to leaving magically sealed chests scattered in every awkward nook and cranny to be found. Places where he knew it would be difficult to travel or survive. Maybe some of these last past Hyrule's era and into Wild's, who knows! Given the vet's travels, it's not outrageous to think he might have not limited himself to preparations within Hyrule's borders, as landmarks in BOTW do indicate that the neighboring nations eventually were absorbed into Hyrule as a whole and are also seen to be supplied with chests and tools at random places. (Locations on the Eastern and of the BOTW map have similar names to the Oracle games)

Honestly, given that Legend's original lifestyle was as an apple farmer, I think he took delight in personally helping to grow Hyrule and make it more prosperous. And, on the apple thing, in the manga at least, we see that trees tended by his hand have minor magical properties, capable of healing those who consume their fruit. Given that apples have a minor healing effect in BOTW and their trees are everywhere, there's even a chance that the vet became a sort of Johnny Appleseed to Hyrule and those trees are his mark on the land even after his death! A way to help it prosper again and provide food to anyone who may need it, given that he's most certainly known hunger himself during his time as a wanted man.

As for his death, I think Legend is one of the few heroes to make it to old age. His life heralded the golden era and a time of peace, of prosperity, so dying in a fight or of illness or hunger is highly unlikely for him. Sure, old injuries probably started slowing him down earlier in life than most, but I feel like he lasted a good long time and eventually did settle in at Hyrule Castle among his grand-nieces/nephews.

I thoroughly think that, if our suspicions about the lack of Hylian princes are correct, he and Fable were the ones to abolish the practices related to disposing of royal sons, and I think it would be really sweet if Fable's first-born is a boy and maybe Legend is extra super protective of him, though any daughters also would have him wrapped around their fingers given the softie that he is. I also ascribe to the HC that Aurora might have known him before her slumber, and maybe he lasted long enough to teach her and her brother some before he passed away.

It does feel rather poetic if he brings in the era and literally holds the kingdom together his whole life, only for it to fall to shit as soon as he died. I mean, come on, that would be so on brand for him!

In regards to his actual death though, I like to think that no one really knows when and where it happened. During his life, I don't see him giving up the Master Sword/Tempered Sword at all, given the fact that he's never quite certain of the peace when he's seen it lost time and again during his adventuring days. I think he spends all his life never truly confident that Ganon won't arise again, but once he's literally too old to do anything about it, living in a peaceful land, he eventually determines to place the sword back where it belongs for the next hero to retrieve.

Except we all know Hyrule never weilded the Master Sword, or the Tempered Sword, as it would have been by his era. In fact, there's no mention made of the sword at all in his games (mostly because the Master Sword concept only appeared in ALTTP and was tied into the hero persona starting with LEGEND). In cannon though, especially a cannon where Ganon was a threat for so long and people were definitely desperate for any kind of hope or tool or trick to use against him, I take this to mean that the sword becomes lost sometime between the two heroes, and what better a way than it disappearing with it's last weilder?

Legend leaves the castle one day to return the sword he once drew, reforged and lived by his whole life to the place he found her, but somewhere between the castle and the woods both he and the sword disappeared. Maybe he became lost in the woods in his old age. Maybe he ran across something and figured "eh, one more time" and died where no one would find him, found by strangers and buried with his blade as an honor, no one knowing just who he was or how important his sword was. Maybe Hylia straight up called him off body and soul and, as he's her first male descendant (and thus likely special to her) gave him a godhood or some such so that he never truly died.

I like the idea of his death being shrouded in mystery, to match his name. There are stories told and speculation from one side of the world to the next. After all, he was the one Nayru named as "the greatest hero the world has or will ever know" and his impact to the world, not just Hyrule, is arguably one of the greatest of any of his calling. He lives up to his name in his death, more a legend than a mortal man, with the strangest of stories told about him, the kind of thing no one is ever sure is quite true or not. Was he truly able to turn into a mer or was that just fairy stories? What about traveling 400 years into the ancient past? Or maybe that thing where there are accounts of him across history from Skyloft down to Wild's era? Is he an immortal? A god? He's Hylia's spawn, so there's any number of possibilities!

Also, many fairytales in Hyrule probably have roots in his actual experiences, as I've hinted in some fics. So, while it's not obvious on the surface, a great deal of Hylian culture takes cues and inspiration from his life. After all, Legend is the one hero who lost everything, returned home to nothing, and devoted himself the most thoroughly to the kingdom, becoming a sacrifice from them to the goddesses, to use as their pawn and hero wherever they pleased, and forming a sort of bridge between the Oracles/Goddesses and the mortals. I think it's fitting if, as a result of him embodying the kingdom, the kingdom in turn reflects him for ages to come.

Anyways, yeah. I totally don't have feelings about all that. Nope! Totally not! (ToT)

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apricustar · 2 days ago

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you know when i was seven, and my and my older sister’s lives were changed in an irrevocable way, and we were torn from each other when she decided to stay and i was forced to leave to be with my mom, one of the times i got to see her very soon after this she snuck a note inside of the pillow i brought with me for the long car ride. i only discovered it that night when i was back in my new not-home so so so many miles away from her—the farthest apart we’ve ever been—and my pillow crinkled when i was getting comfy in bed. i pulled it out and cradled it, and felt how i imagine charlie felt in charlie and the chocolate factory with his golden ticket. i poured over the words of love my older sister had snuck me and felt something unfurl in my chest. i reread and reread and reread that note until all the words were smudged together and unintelligible from how many times i had refolded it and put it back inside my pillowcase and laid my head on it feeling like i had a piece of my sister still cradling me at night and loving me from afar.

anyway i swear there’s a point to all of this basically im thinking about buck sending maddie his postcards. we know he sent them without knowing if she was even receiving them and he kept sending them and kept sending them and kept sending them: like it was enough for some small part of him to exist somewhere close to her while he couldn't physically be. she was his one tether to anything real while he traveled all around trying to find himself.

and maddie kept each and every one of those postcards! she kept all of them! and for years she got to live vicariously through him as he got to adventure and experience the world. he was her one bright spot, and it was enough for her to know that he was out— that he was out—and having fun and maybe not very safe but he was living.

and when maddie finally runs away not only does she run to her brother—she runs with very little but she brings these postcards that were the one connection she had to him for years! and i can’t stop thinking about maddie turning to these postcards and imagining her brother happy and living and feeling like she had done her job as a big sister: she gave him the means to leave and live in a way she never thought she would be able to.

then she comes and finds him and he helps her.

and maybe that's the whole thing. maybe that's what we do when we love someone—we leave a part of ourselves behind, not to be remembered exactly, but to be found when it matters—when they need us most, like something small and quiet and waiting like a note in a pillowcase, or a postcard in a locker, or a heart that beats to the same rhythm as your own, calling you home: to them.

maybe that’s what being a sibling is, maybe it’s slipping love into the littlest places and hoping it’s enough to reach across all the miles, all the years, all the silences—enough to be found and held and remembered until, maybe, you're lucky enough to have the real thing in your hands again.

because siblings hold the first version of us the world ever met, they knew us before we knew ourselves; they remember who we were before we ever had to become anything for anyone else. maybe that's the part that stays, even when everything else drifts away.

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fic-girlie · 3 days ago

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Since you have decided to open it again, would you write a Frankie oneshot with a reader he knew as a child? They knew each other since they were toddlers, but one night, when Frankie got drunk and she needed to pick him up, he was surprisingly soft and clingy. In the beginning, he stared at her a lot, but when he finally spoke, he mentioned how he never realised how beautiful she looked. Essentially, it's all about Frankie pouring his heart out whilst the reader is already in a relationship with somebody else currently. Would be good with a fluffy happy ending, please.

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Pairing: Frankie Morales x f!reader Summary: Years of friendship, one vulnerable night, and a confession that changes everything. Warnings: slow-burn, angst, feelings, confessions, drunk Frankie, slow mornings, happy ending

You’ve known Frankie Morales since before you understood what memory was.

Your earliest recollections are wrapped in a blur of golden light and laughter, sticky popsicles melting down your arm, and the sound of someone yelling "Frankie! Slow down!" as he raced ahead, always faster than you but never too far. He would glance back over his shoulder to make sure you were keeping up, even then.

Your mothers were friends, both raising kids with stubborn streaks and scraped knees in a town that felt big when you were five, but now barely registers on a map. You learned to ride bikes together, taking turns on his before your parents gave in and bought you your own. You shared forts made of couch cushions, cried over skinned elbows, and plotted elaborate backyard adventures involving plastic swords and walkie-talkies that never really worked. Frankie always let you be the captain, the hero, the lead—even when he didn't say it out loud.

As you both got older, the shapes of your friendship changed, but the core remained. He taught you how to whistle through your fingers; you helped him cheat on his seventh-grade book report. You went to separate high schools, but that didn’t matter. You always circled back to each other. Summers meant drive-ins and bonfires, whispered conversations that drifted deeper into the night, shoulders brushing under shared blankets.

He was there the night your first boyfriend broke your heart. Frankie sat beside you on the swings at the park until the sun came up, not saying much, just holding your hand while you cried. You returned the favour the first time he failed a flight exam—his dream dangling just out of reach. He never cried, but the look in his eyes made your chest ache. You drove him to the recruiter’s office the next day.

Then time, like it always does, began to stretch.

You moved to the city for work. He shipped out. You texted at first—memes, updates, birthdays. Then calls became fewer and farther between. Eventually, he came back, but you had missed that, too. You'd heard from Benny that Frankie was laying low, that something had gone down, but Frankie never offered details. When you finally ran into him again last fall, at a grocery store of all places, it had taken your breath away.

He looked different. Older, yes, but also tired in a way you couldn’t name. But when he looked up and saw you, he smiled like nothing had changed.

You fell back into rhythm quickly, though the cadence had matured. You had lunch a few times. Shared a few coffees. Rebuilt the bridge slowly, careful not to step too hard. It was easy, the way it always was with Frankie.

And then you met someone else.

Matt was easy. Predictable. A little boring, maybe, but good on paper. He liked movies and dogs and made small talk with your parents at dinner. He worked in finance, wore crisp button-downs, and didn’t know the first thing about you before you turned twenty.

Frankie didn't say much when he found out. Just raised his eyebrows, nodded, and gave a little smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

Still, he showed up to your birthday party. Still helped you move into your new apartment. Still made you laugh in that way that had always felt like your own private language.

So when Benny calls you late one Saturday night—11:42 p.m. to be exact—you’re already halfway to grabbing your keys before he finishes the sentence.

“He’s not, like, wasted, okay? Just… soft. Sloppy. Keeps saying your name like a chant. He’s not gonna get in a car with me, he just keeps saying he’s waiting. For you.”

Your stomach flips.

You throw on a sweatshirt and sandals, ignoring the text from Matt asking if you’re still up for brunch in the morning.

When you pull up to the bar, Frankie is sitting on the curb, elbows propped on his knees, head tilted toward the sky like he's counting stars. His hat is askew, curls tousled beneath the brim. One hand clutches a half-empty water bottle. The other rests over his heart, fingers tapping a rhythm you can’t quite place.

He hears your car door before he sees you. His head turns slowly, like he’s in a dream.

And then he sees you.

The look on his face guts you.

It’s not drunken amusement. Not surprise. It’s relief. Like the only thing holding him together was the hope that you’d show up.

“Hey, Morales,” you say, your voice soft. “You call for backup?”

He blinks. Then smiles. Slowly. Like honey.

“You came.”

“Course I did.”

You walk closer, the gravel crunching under your shoes. His eyes don’t leave your face. You half expect him to stand, to joke, to wave you off.

But he just stares.

“You look different,” he says.

You laugh, kneeling beside him. “It’s been a few years.”

“No,” he says seriously. “It’s not the years. It’s you. You’re glowing.”

You try to ignore the way your heart stutters.

“That’s the streetlamp, Frankie.”

But he shakes his head, slow and loose, pupils wide. “Nah. It’s you.”

You pause.

“You’re beautiful.”

Your breath catches.

You watch him for a long second. The line of his jaw. The curve of his mouth. He doesn’t look drunk anymore. Just undone. Completely, irrevocably unguarded.

And he's staring at you like he only just realized you were real.

A part of you wants to bolt. Another part wants to cup his face and ask him why he waited so long.

Instead, you clear your throat.

“Come on, Morales. Let’s get you home.”

He leans into your hand when you offer it.

He doesn’t let go.

——

The door shuts with a soft click, and for a moment, it’s just the two of you sitting in silence.

The engine hums beneath your feet. You flick the heat on low, more for him than yourself. Frankie doesn’t say anything right away. He’s leaned back in the passenger seat, fingers fiddling with the strap of his hat now resting in his lap, his body loose and folded inward like he’s trying to make himself small. His eyes drift over the dashboard lights like he’s watching stars again.

It’s quiet, but not comfortably so.

You glance sideways as you pull away from the curb. “You alright?”

He huffs a laugh. “M’fine.”

You don’t believe him, and he doesn’t expect you to.

For a while, it’s just the road stretching out ahead, punctuated by the soft swish of tires and a few drunken murmurs from Frankie’s side. You think he might be nodding off until he speaks again—quiet, but clear.

“Remember that summer before I left for basic? You made me that playlist.”

You blink, not expecting that. “Yeah. With the really bad punk covers of love songs.”

“They were great,” he says, voice heavier with sleep or nostalgia—you can’t tell which. “You burned it onto a CD with a sharpie heart on the top.”

You smile faintly. “You said you needed motivation.”

He’s nodding slowly now, head pressed against the glass. “Listened to that thing every night. Even the Blink-182 cover. Especially that one.”

You flick your eyes toward him, not sure where this is going.

He sighs. “That’s when I knew.”

“Knew what?”

Frankie doesn’t answer right away.

You come to a red light, the streetlamp outside casting a soft halo over the dashboard. When you glance at him again, he’s already looking at you.

“That I loved you.”

Your hands freeze on the steering wheel.

He says it like it’s nothing. Like it’s just weather. Just a truth he’d stored away somewhere until now.

“I didn’t know what to do with it,” he continues, voice a little shakier now, his tongue thick. “Didn’t wanna ruin things. You were—you’ve always been…”

He trails off, jaw working silently.

You should say something. Anything. But the words are buried somewhere behind the thud of your pulse in your ears.

Frankie looks down at his hands.

“I told myself it’d pass. That I’d get over it. That someone else would come along. And you’d find someone good. Solid. A guy who knew what he was doing.”

“Frankie…”

He shakes his head, smiling faintly. “And then Matt shows up. And he’s nice. He’s polite. Your parents like him. He shows up to your little cousin’s recital and takes pictures and doesn’t complain.”

You wince.

“But he doesn’t know your favourite cereal. Doesn’t know that you cry during Finding Nemo every single time. Doesn’t know you hum when you’re nervous or that you hated the color pink until you were eleven because your aunt made you wear it too much.”

Your mouth feels dry.

“He’s not me,” Frankie adds, finally looking at you again.

The light turns green, but you don’t drive. Not yet.

“You’re drunk,” you say softly.

“I’m honest,” he corrects. “Being drunk just took the brakes off.”

You pull into a quiet lot a few blocks from his apartment, killing the engine. The silence is heavy now. Intimate. Pressed up against the windows like fog.

Frankie scrubs a hand down his face. “I don’t wanna mess anything up. I swear. I just—God, I had all this in my chest and I couldn’t hold it anymore.”

You stare at your lap, fingers clenched in the fabric of your jeans.

“I didn’t say anything all these years because I thought maybe you knew. And if you knew and didn’t say it back, that was my answer. So I stayed quiet.”

He leans his head back against the seat, exhaling. “But tonight, I looked up, and there you were. And you looked like something holy. And I just… couldn’t pretend anymore.”

Your heart feels like it’s being pulled in two directions—guilt and wonder, grief and something like hope.

When you speak, your voice is hoarse. “Why now?”

He chuckles, but it’s broken. “Because every time I see you lately, it gets worse. Every ‘hey, Morales’ or ‘you okay, Frankie?’—I just… I want more. I want everything. And I think I always have.”

You sit in that parking lot for what feels like forever, neither of you saying anything. Just breathing the same air.

And then Frankie whispers, “I know it’s selfish. But if there’s even a sliver of a part of you that feels something—anything—just… tell me.”

You swallow, hard.

“I don’t want you to answer now. I know this is a shitty position to put you in. But I’ve been quiet too long. And I needed you to know.”

His voice cracks on the last word.

You turn your head slowly, heart aching as you look at him. Even in the dim light, you can see the truth scrawled across every inch of him—unspoken for years. Hidden in smiles, folded into memories. He’s loved you quietly. Painfully. Selflessly.

And now, he’s offering it to you with shaking hands.

You reach across the console, your fingers curling around his.

He exhales like he’s been holding that breath for years.

You don’t have answers. Not yet.

But for the first time, you let yourself wonder—really wonder—what it would feel like to be loved by Frankie Morales, openly and fully. No hiding. No pretending. No silence.

Just him.

——

You wake up tangled in sheets that don’t belong to you.

Frankie had insisted you take the bed. Said he’d sleep on the couch, even though he barely made it there before passing out. You remember pulling his boots off and tucking a throw blanket over his chest, your fingers brushing the rough fabric of his shirt just a second too long. You stood there watching him breathe, feeling your own chest rise and fall like it was trying to match his rhythm. Like it had been doing that for years without you realizing.

Now it’s morning.

The faint grey light filters through the half-closed blinds in Frankie’s bedroom. His apartment smells like old books and coffee grounds and that subtle pine-and-oil scent that’s always clung to him. It’s familiar. A little too much.

You lie still for a moment, listening.

He’s quiet in the other room.

You think about last night.

The weight of his words settles back into your chest like a stone. That I loved you. He’s not me. If there’s a sliver of you that feels anything—

You sit up slowly, the blanket slipping off your shoulders. Everything in your body feels heavier. Like you’ve stepped over an invisible line and there’s no way back.

Matt.

You haven’t even checked your phone. You don’t want to. Not yet.

The truth is, you haven’t thought about him much at all since Frankie looked at you with those soft, sad eyes and whispered his heart into the dark. The guilt coils low in your stomach, but it’s the clarity that unnerves you most. The way your first thought this morning wasn’t what have I done, but I hope he slept okay.

You push the blanket off and pad softly to the door, cracking it open just enough to peek out.

He’s there, on the couch.

Still asleep.

His long legs are hanging off one end, one arm tucked under his head, the other stretched out along the cushion. He’s frowning in his sleep, brows pulled tight like even his dreams won’t let him rest.

You walk quietly into the kitchen, filling the kettle like you’ve done here a hundred times before. Your movements are muscle memory—mug, instant coffee, the chipped spoon he never replaced.

Behind you, you hear the faint rustle of fabric and a sleepy groan.

Then: “You stayed.”

You glance over your shoulder.

Frankie’s pushing himself upright, hair flattened on one side, eyes blinking blearily at the light. He’s a mess. A beautiful, exhausted, painfully honest mess.

“I told you I would,” you say gently, turning back to the counter. “You were practically dead to the world. I wasn’t about to let you choke on your own tongue.”

He groans again, rubbing his face. “Jesus. What did I even say last night?”

You pour the water over the coffee, stirring slowly.

“Everything.”

Frankie freezes.

The silence stretches thin between you, humming with the weight of his confession.

You finally turn to him, sliding the mug across the counter.

He takes it without looking at you. His fingers wrap around it tightly, like it’s the only anchor he’s got.

“Look,” he says hoarsely, “about all that—I didn’t mean to dump it on you like that. I was—I wasn’t exactly sober.”

“You meant it, though.”

His eyes flick up to meet yours.

There’s no point pretending anymore. You both know what was said. What was felt. What’s still sitting between you like a spark waiting for breath.

Frankie exhales slowly, shoulders slumping. “Yeah. I meant it.”

The quiet that follows isn’t uncomfortable. It’s fragile. Honest.

You step around the counter and sit beside him on the edge of the couch, your knee brushing his.

“I didn’t sleep much,” you admit.

“Me either.”

“I kept thinking about what you said. How long you’ve felt that way.”

Frankie watches you carefully. “I didn’t say anything because I didn’t want to mess up what we had. I didn’t want to risk losing you, even just as my friend.”

You nod slowly. “I think part of me always knew. But I didn’t let myself go there. I didn’t want to open a door I couldn’t close again.”

Frankie swallows hard. “And now?”

You look down at your hands. “Now… I’m not sure I want to close it.”

He doesn’t say anything.

You glance at him, heart thudding.

“I haven’t been fair. Not to Matt. And not to myself. I thought I was happy. I told myself it was enough. But the way you looked at me last night—Frankie, no one’s ever looked at me like that before.”

You see the hope flare in his eyes, unbidden and unguarded.

“Not once in the last three years has Matt made me feel the way you do when you say my name. Or when you look at me like I’m your whole damn world.”

Frankie doesn’t breathe.

“I don’t know where this goes,” you say softly, “but I can’t pretend I don’t feel it anymore.”

He sets the mug down carefully, like it’s suddenly made of glass.

And then—slowly, like he’s waiting for the earth to shift beneath him—he reaches out and takes your hand.

Your fingers slide together like they always should have. Like maybe they’ve been waiting.

You breathe in, then out. And for the first time in years, you feel full.

Frankie squeezes your hand gently. “You don’t have to have all the answers. We can take it slow. We can… just start.”

You nod, eyes shining.

A small smile plays on your lips. “Okay.”

Frankie blinks, like he’s making sure this is real.

You smile wider. “Okay,” you repeat.

And when he pulls you in, wrapping his arms around you like he’s afraid you’ll vanish, you let yourself sink into it.

Into him.

Into the warmth of something that’s always been there, waiting.

And for the first time, neither of you is running from it.

#pedro pascal #pedropascal #frankie catfish morales #frankie morales #frankie morales x f!reader #frankie morales x reader #frankie morales fluff #frankie morales angst #pedro pascal fandom #frankie morales fanfiction #frankie morales fanfic #frankie morales fic

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Hear me out ... Charmander Hot Rod as Physician Assistant Drift's companion at the Pokemon center.

Hot Rod is a rescue from an illegal fire power plant. He burnt down the whole facility because he's angry at how his other friends and kins were being mistreated. He did receive rehabilitation and treatment at the Pokemon center, but no one wants to adopt a pokemon with a body count and disobedience tendencies. PA Drift took him in, because Charmander Hot Rod was under his care for the longest time.

Hot Rod still doesn't listen to Drift's orders, but he make extra efforts to reheat Drift's mug of coffee or tea and he's happy just being a heat source in winter. Drift likes to hold him on his lap while doing paper work at his desk. Hot Rod is getting heavier as he's on a healthy diet again but Drift likes the extra pressure and weight.

Sylveon Deadlock(?) as newbie trainer Rodimus's starter.

Rodimus inherited Deadlock from the town shop because Deadlock had to retire from the Pokemon contests (beauty pageant) as he aged past the range. Deadlock never wanted to be a Sylveon, but that choice was taken away from him as he was the strongest in the litter.

Rodimus promised that if Deadlock come with him on his adventure, he will help Deadlock get access to Devolution stones, so Deadlock can go back to being an Eevee. He promised to care for Deadlock even if he decided to stay an Eevee permanently.

Deadlock is good at attacking but gets hurt a lot. Rodimus had to take Deadlock to the Pokemon center, and ran into Drift three times and counting as Drift is doing his rotations.

They talked about how to care for mature companion pokemons with previous mistreatment, and how to build trust despite missing out on the years when they were still young.

Hot Rod and Deadlock gestures to talk about their humans. Hot Rod says that he intentionally did not build levels or try to evolve because he didn't think Drift will want to keep him if he consumed more, required larger space, and got more demanding.

Deadlock reassured him to have more faith in his human: some of them do keep their words.

Meanwhile, their humans.

"I think they are getting along surprisingly well."

"Lock just had that effect on other pokemons. When he's not actively trying to beat them in combat, he's quite the charmer."

"... I don't think that's what's happening here. Hot Rod had picked up fights with the Chancey nurse we had on our team. He didn't have ill will, but he could be a handful -- he just likes Lock, I think."

This is usually the appropriate time to break off the conversation, but it's close to the end of Drift's shift and he likes Rodimus's company.

"How long are you staying in town again?" He looked up from his clipboard and seemed almost hopeful.

Rodimus does have a timeline to keep: win regionals, use prize money to get Deadlock devolution resources, and then back to college he goes. "A few more days." He lets this one slip out, and then winces at his own words.

Great. Extending your stay because you like the nurse / doctor / what's his job title again at the Pokemon center, real mature.

Drift titles his head and took out his beeper and rolodex. "I will give you my beeper number then. I wasn't allowed to carry a phone during my shifts, but I do want to see you again."

He then told Rodimus about the codes, and how "000" means call whenever you can, and how "123" means "I want to talk to you."

Rodimus knows 123 actually means "I miss you" and he learns that from his town's ham radio association, but he won't say no to a chance of saying "I miss you" to Drift, even under pretense.

Hot Rod just took the time and sat on Deadlock's back this entire time, almost crushing the poor creature. Deadlock thought about fighting him off, but he's better at range attack, and he's not in the mood of getting burned.

NOOO you can't do this to meeee aaah too late it has possessed my soul. You put them in the pokemon universe. You combine my weaknesses. I could write whole essays about it and I WOULD but it's like 4am I have to keep it short for my own sake

I had to brush up on my ever rusting human drawing skills but I tried,

losing my mind. okay first of all. Charmander Hot Rod is incredibly cute. I gave him little earsies, I think he deserves them. He's so cute he could never do anything wrong. Oh and Drift as a pokemon center assistant 1) is very wholesome and 2) implies Ratchet is also there. Unfortunately if I start going into other characters we will be here forever

The idea that Deadlock is a Sylveon used for contests is sooo fascinating to me? Like honestly I would have never considered it but it's such a good take for a pokemon variant of him. waow. aging out of contests is such a bleak concept also but I'm so on board😭and him wanting to go back to being Eevee ...... yeah.... I imagine devolution would be like, really hard to achieve and super convoluted (most canon sources typically say it's not possible at all, at least not through natural means) but that makes Rodimus' determination to accomplish that for Deadlock just that much more special🥺

Rodimus as a newbie trainer starting off with a fairy type is great also. Like yeah. Everyone thinks he's some typical fire / electric guy. WRONG. Deadly Moonblast

I wonder what he would put on the rest of his team. If he wants to win some regionals, he's going to need that Incineroar yk yk

You'll have to forgive me. I'm only good at drawing soft anime dudes. that WILL NOT stop me. he's hogging the counter, he's distracting the nurse, nobody will get their pokemon healed for the next hour I'm afraid

I think they should be allowed to commit arson together.

Sylveon dex entries bonus round!

"Sylveon wraps its ribbonlike feelers around its Trainer's arm because this touch enables it to read its Trainer's feelings." do this to Rodimus actually

"It sends a soothing aura from its ribbonlike feelers to calm fights." do this to Hot Rod.

this is great thanks so much for sharing, I really wanted to post this so I tried not to make TOO many doodles. I have more in me. Good lird. I might follow up on that eventually

#transformers #maccadam #spinn dot png #pokemon #rodimus #drift #driftrod #humanformers #sylveon #charmander #transformers fanart

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25millionsideblogs · 2 days ago

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i like your au (?)! would you elaborate on it?

Hell yes. Also I have been deliberating with the council (voices in my head) on how to answer this bc I'm stupid. Sorry for the 3-5 business days on this ask.

To start out like I said in the tags for the art it was mostly from me seeing a post about how someone would choose saving the world over someone they loved bc of their morals and brainrot made me think of Kyle. Anyway I started unironically making it into an au the more I started drawing so yes. It's an au now bc I have no self control.

Basically like the set up is something big happens (it's not important how we got here it's important what comes after) Kyle has to choose between saving Stan, Kenny, and Cartman or the world. He chooses the world. Now Stan, Kenny, and Cartman aren't killed but instead more like. Timeline is permanently altered and these three people just no longer exist and no one remembers them. Except Kyle (and Damien but that's a different can of worms). So now Kyle has to live his life like so many things in his life never happened. Also although how we got here isn't important, for the fun passage of time I imagine this all happened about over summer after 4th grade so Kyle starts 5th grade and it's like representation of time moving forward despite the decisions you have made and feeling like your life has stopped. Etc etc. Also weird shit happening in South Park as per usual, except things get weirder bc the timeline got a little fucked. And there might be a way to fix the timeline but that has yet to be told.

Anyway I wanted to segway into the fact that this is also an au born from the fact that I love the absurd shit happens in a small town where everyone acts like it's totally normal and kids doing kid shit and going on adventures part of South Park so that's like what this au is. That and The Horrors. Also this is still like a work in progress where I'm figuring things out and still working on the little details n stuff.

#asks #more movie perhaps. for those that asked.#south park #kyle broflovski #my art

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aspenmissing · 19 hours ago

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Hiii! This is my first time asking for a request, hehe. I have fallen in love with your writing ever since Arcane. Im such a hug fan. So I see that you can write resident evil 🙈 I was hoping if you could make Leon and reader are best friend since childhood but never had a chance to confess to each other after their high school. Hahaha, you can add more stuff in the story

Sorry for being awkward, and i dont know what to add. I hope you don't mind. I'm a hug fan of resident evil 🙈

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You and Leon first met on a bright summer afternoon when you were both six years old. The neighbourhood park buzzed with the joyful noise of children running, shouting, and playing. The air smelled of fresh-cut grass and sticky lemonade from the nearby stand. You sat alone on the swing, clutching a scruffy stuffed animal that had seen far better days — its fur was matted, and one eye was missing. It was your most treasured companion, and you held it tightly, feeling both comforted and a little shy.

Leon’s eyes found you almost immediately. His wide, earnest gaze was full of curiosity and something gentle — a kindness rare for a kid his age. He approached carefully, as if not to startle you.

“Hi, I’m Leon,” he said, flashing a grin that was all teeth and warmth. “Want me to push you?”

You hesitated for a beat, unsure if strangers could be trusted, but there was something about him that felt safe. You nodded, barely able to believe that this small act — someone wanting to push you on a swing — might be the start of something special.

He jumped onto the swing behind you, and with steady hands, he pushed you higher and higher, the wind rushing past your face. You laughed, a sound bright and light, as you felt yourself soaring — free and unafraid.

From that moment on, Leon was always there. Your days filled with him became your favourite adventures. You discovered you shared a love for all things thrilling and imaginative. Together, you created stories where you were heroes battling dragons in the woods behind your houses, pirates hunting treasure in the tall grass, and astronauts exploring the stars from your backyard.

You both knew every secret hideout and shortcut — the hollow tree where you stashed your treasures, the tiny creek where the water sparkled like diamonds in the sun, and the old abandoned swing set where you dared each other to swing higher and higher, testing your courage.

You scraped your knees and elbows together during races and climbs, the sting softened by Leon’s quick bandages and easy laughter. When either of you fell, there were tears, but you wiped them away for each other, promising “Next time, I’ll catch you.”

Sleepovers were sacred rituals. Under the soft glow of flashlights and tangled blankets, you whispered secrets into the night. Your voices were small and hushed, blending with the quiet sounds of crickets and the rustling leaves outside the window. You talked about your dreams — who you wanted to be when you grew up, what adventures you hoped to have, and the silly fears that sometimes kept you awake.

As you got older and entered elementary school, your friendship blossomed into something almost legendary among your classmates. Teachers would smile knowingly when you both answered questions in unison, or when you passed secret notes full of silly doodles and inside jokes.

You had your own language — nicknames only you understood. Leon was “Bullet” for his lightning-fast reflexes, and you were “Picasso” for the way you could paint whole worlds in your mind and on your canvas, creating beauty out of nothing. You called each other by these names in the hallways, grinning at the confused looks of others who didn’t quite get it.

Leon was the brave one. Always the first to stand up if someone teased you, always quick to jump in when something felt unfair or scary. When thunderstorms rolled in, he’d sit with you until you felt safe enough to sleep. He was the one who’d hold your hand tight if the dark felt too big.

You were the calm one, the thinker. You loved to plan your next adventure or solve puzzles you found in books. When Leon was frustrated or worried, you knew just how to calm him down — a quiet word, a gentle smile, a reminder that together, there was nothing you couldn’t face.

You celebrated birthdays with homemade cakes and endless laughter. Sometimes you would surprise each other with little gifts — a comic book you found at the library, a friendship bracelet woven from colourful threads, or a carefully folded paper airplane with a secret message inside.

Summer breaks were magical. Days stretched endlessly, filled with video games, bike rides, and ice cream runs. You’d stay up late, your rooms lit only by the glow of the TV screen, competing in silly contests and making up stories about your favourite characters.

No matter what happened, you knew that Leon was your person. Your best friend, your partner in crime, your secret keeper.

And beneath all the laughter and shared adventures, there was a quiet feeling neither of you dared to name yet — a feeling that maybe, just maybe, this friendship was something more.

But then came high school, with its sprawling halls and new expectations — a whole new world to navigate, filled with pressures and possibilities that neither of you had quite imagined as kids.

At first, you both still tried to hold onto what you had. You’d meet up after school, stealing moments between classes to laugh and catch up.

“Hey, Bullet,” you’d joke, nudging him as you walked down the hallway.

“Picasso,” he’d grin back, eyes lighting up. “Still painting your own world while the rest of us get lost in the noise?”

You’d laugh, the old comfort settling in like a warm blanket.

But soon, your own worlds began to pull you in different directions.

You found yourself drawn deeper into your art classes, where the chaos of teenage life melted away in the swirl of colours and textures. The quiet hum of the studio became your sanctuary — a place where you could lose yourself for hours, painting dreams on canvas, sketching the people you saw, or just letting your mind wander.

One afternoon, as you packed up your brushes, Leon caught you just outside the art room.

“You’re really talented, you know,” he said quietly, watching you fold your sketchbook. “Have you thought about art school?”

You smiled, a little wistfully. “Maybe. I want a place that feels… mine. Somewhere peaceful.”

He nodded, his expression serious. “I get that. I’m headed somewhere too, but it’s not peaceful.”

Meanwhile, Leon’s focus sharpened in a different way. His days were packed — early morning workouts, late nights at the police academy, drills and training that pushed him harder than ever. There was a fire in him, a fierce dedication fueled by a deep sense of justice and a need to protect the people he cared about.

You admired that determination, watching from afar as he grew stronger, more confident. But with every step he took toward his dreams, he seemed to pull further away.

One evening, you managed to catch him on the phone.

“Hey, Picasso,” he said, voice tired but warm.

“Hey, Bullet. Long day?”

“Yeah… feels like I’m running just to keep up.”

You hesitated, wanting to say more, but only managed, “I miss hanging out.”

“Me too,” he replied softly. “We’ll make time. I promise.”

The little things started to change first. The texts that once came like clockwork — casual invites to hang out, excited commentary about movies or games — slowed to an occasional message.

One night, you stared at your phone after reading his text: “How’ve you been?”

You typed a reply — “Good. Busy with projects. You?” — but hesitated before sending it, the words feeling so small compared to what you really wanted to say.

Phone calls, once full of laughter and long conversations, became less frequent. When you did talk, the silences stretched longer, weighted with all the things left unsaid.

“Do you ever think about… us?” you finally asked once, voice barely above a whisper.

There was a pause on the other end.

“I do,” Leon admitted. “More than I should.”

You swallowed hard. “Me too.”

And yet, you both held onto the connection you had — however fragile it felt. Neither of you wanted to admit how much distance was growing, afraid that saying it out loud might break the bond forever.

It was like you were two trains running on parallel tracks, close enough to see each other, but never quite close enough to reach out.

There were moments, though, when the old closeness flashed back — a shared smile in the hallway, a random text full of memories, a familiar joke that made your heart skip.

“Remember when you tried to climb that tree and got stuck?”

Leon teased in a text one afternoon.

You smiled so wide your cheeks hurt. “How could I forget? You had to call my mom.”

Those moments were bittersweet reminders of everything you had, and everything slipping away.

You found yourself wondering what might have been — the words you never said, the feelings you never voiced. The quiet “I like you” that hovered just out of reach, trapped behind fear and timing.

Leon probably wondered too, though neither of you ever admitted it.

Still, life pulled you forward, carrying you both toward futures you dreamed of but couldn’t quite share anymore. The years stretched on, and the distance grew, but somewhere deep down, the bond remained — a silent promise that no matter what, you would always have a place in each other’s hearts.

Tonight was one of those rare nights when fate seemed to pull you both back into the same orbit, as if the years and distance between you were suddenly shrinking with the simple ping of a message.

You were sitting alone in your small apartment — a cozy, well-lived-in space tucked above a quiet street — the soft hum of the city filtering through the cracked window. The only light came from your laptop screen, casting a pale glow across the room. The walls were lined with framed certificates and awards you’d earned in college — your art degree, a few recognitions for your work in local exhibitions, and a scholarship plaque that still made you smile quietly to yourself. They were reminders of the dreams you’d been chasing, a testament to the life you’d been building on your own.

A canvas sat propped against one corner, half-finished brush strokes catching the light. A scattered array of paints and pencils spilled from an open box on your desk, mingling with the soft pages of a sketchbook that was worn from constant use. The scent of turpentine and fresh paint filled the air, grounding you in a moment of calm.

Just as you reached for your coffee mug, your phone buzzed sharply on the table, breaking the silence.

You glanced down, eyes widening at the sight of a message from an unknown number:

“Hey Picasso? I’m in your city for a bit. Want to meet up?”

Your heart skipped a beat — the familiar name, the unexpectedness of it all.

Your fingers trembled slightly as you typed back almost immediately:

“Yes. I’d like that.”

You stared at the screen for a moment longer, breath caught somewhere between hope and nerves. The years since you last saw him played back in your mind — the laughter, the stolen secrets, the silence that grew between you.

For the first time in a long time, it felt like maybe, just maybe, there was a chance to bridge the gap.

You set the phone down and stood up, moving over to the window. The city lights twinkled outside, each one a promise of something waiting to be found — maybe even the friendship, or something more, that you and Leon had never quite been able to say aloud.

The café where you agreed to meet was exactly the kind of place you both needed — quiet and warm, a little refuge from the relentless noise and rush of the city outside. It was one of those hidden gems, tucked between a faded bookstore and a narrow florist shop, a place where the streets seemed to slow just enough to catch their breath. The soft amber lights hung from the ceiling like suspended lanterns, casting a gentle glow over the worn wooden tables, each scar and nick on their surfaces a story in itself. Shelves lined the walls, heavy with dog-eared novels, thick volumes on art and philosophy, and clusters of potted plants whose green leaves reached toward the muted light as if seeking warmth from within.

The rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee—deep, dark, and inviting—mingled with the subtle sweetness of cinnamon and vanilla from the baked goods displayed behind the counter. You could almost taste the dense chocolate croissants, the buttery scones, and the flaky puff pastries just from the air alone. Somewhere just beyond your hearing, the soft hum of indie music played, a playlist curated with quiet voices and slow rhythms, wrapping the space in a gentle cocoon of intimacy.

You arrived early, nerves fluttering like a trapped bird in your chest. The café door closed softly behind you, the familiar chime barely audible as you stepped inside, a small, delicate sound that felt like an invitation. Your fingers trembled slightly as they twisted and untwisted the strap of your bag, the motion both grounding and futile in quieting the storm of anticipation that churned inside you. Your eyes darted around the room, drinking in every detail: the flicker of candlelight in glass jars on each table, the steam rising in lazy spirals from half-empty mugs, the soft murmur of quiet conversations weaving like threads in the background.

Usually, the familiar warmth of the café soothed you, wrapping around your nerves like a well-worn blanket. But tonight, your mind raced far ahead—imagining every possible outcome, from the joy of seeing him again to the ache of realizing how much time had passed between you. You caught your reflection in the glass of the window, startling for a moment at the person looking back. The faint lines beneath your eyes spoke of long nights spent hunched over canvases, paint-streaked fingers tracing the edges of dreams. Your hair, pulled back loosely, betrayed the casual effort you put into appearances these days. And then there was the slight curl of a hopeful smile—the kind of smile that had been buried beneath layers of exhaustion and doubt but now, in this soft light, felt ready to bloom again.

Your gaze drifted slowly around the walls, resting on the few prints and certificates you’d carefully hung here. Delicate watercolors, soft and intricate, captured quiet moments—a pale blossom unfurling, a bird frozen in flight, the city skyline caught at dusk. Each piece was a fragment of your journey, small victories from local competitions that had felt like validation in a world that often dismissed dreams like yours. Nearby, the framed diploma from art school gleamed quietly, a reminder of years spent grinding through classes, sacrificing sleep and social life for a future that had always seemed just out of reach. It was a testament to the path you’d chosen—a world far from the chaos and shadows of your childhood, and yet, tonight, somehow, all of it felt tangled together again.

You glanced down at your watch, willing time to do anything but move at its steady pace. You wanted it to speed up and bring him through that door, or slow down and give you a few more moments to steady your racing heart. Your pulse thudded unevenly in your chest—anticipation, anxiety, hope—all tangled into one complicated knot.

And then, finally, the café door swung open with a gentle jingle, and there he was.

Leon Kennedy.

He stepped inside with a confident, purposeful stride, but there was something about the way he moved—hesitant, almost careful—like a man stepping back into a place from his past, wary yet longing. He looked older now, taller, his lean athletic frame unmistakably the same boy who’d once raced through school hallways with you, dodging lockers and laughter. His dark hair was shorter, a little messier, falling casually over his forehead in a way that softened his sharp features. But those eyes—the bright, piercing eyes flecked with gold in the soft afternoon light—were exactly the same. They held that familiar spark you remembered so vividly: warm, alive, and quietly fierce. There was a perfect balance in the way he carried himself, blending the hard edges carved by experience with a lingering boyish charm, like a soldier who hadn’t yet lost his humanity.

You froze for a moment, breath caught tight in your throat, the world narrowing down to just him and the space between you. Then, almost without thinking, you moved forward. The gap closed with a breathless, tight hug—one that squeezed all the years of distance, silence, and uncertainty into a single heartbeat. Your head rested against his shoulder, and you could feel the steady, reassuring rhythm of his heart beneath your cheek, a grounding pulse in the swirl of your emotions.

When you finally pulled apart, his smile was the same crooked, heart-melting grin you’d always adored—the one that made your heart ache and hope all at once.

“Picasso,” he said softly, that nickname only the two of you shared, a secret from your childhood when your art was your sanctuary, a language you’d spoken without words.

“Bullet,” you replied, laughter bubbling up despite the nerves. It was the nickname he’d earned for his lightning-fast reflexes and unyielding spirit, the one that stuck even now.

You both eased into the small wooden chairs at a table near the window. The soft afternoon light caught the flecks of gold in his eyes, making them seem almost alive with a quiet, vibrant emotion. Around you, the café hummed softly with life, but it felt as though the world had slowed down just for this moment — the noise faded into a gentle backdrop, irrelevant compared to the fragile intimacy sitting before you.

For a long stretch of time, you simply looked at each other, words tangled in your throats, caught beneath the weight of all those unspoken years. Memories swirled in your mind like drifting autumn leaves—the childhood games played under the summer sun, the whispered secrets traded beneath starry skies, the moments when you’d been each other’s anchor in stormy seas. The way his laugh had once rung out so freely, the quiet comfort of knowing you had a place in each other’s lives, no matter what.

Leon was the first to break the silence, his voice low but steady, carrying the quiet strength you remembered so well.

“I’ve been keeping an eye on you,” he said, a shy, almost bashful grin tugging at his lips. “Saw your socials… your art. The exhibitions, the awards — Picasso, you’re incredible.”

A blush rose to your cheeks, a warmth flooding through you that had little to do with the café’s soft lighting. Your fingers brushed nervously over the edge of the table, suddenly self-conscious but also proud. To have him see you this way — not as the kid who once painted on scraps of paper in the schoolyard, but as someone who had fought to make their dreams real — it was more moving than you could put into words.

“I never thought you’d notice,” you admitted softly, voice barely above a whisper.

“How could I not?” Leon leaned in slightly, eyes shining with something like awe and something deeper, more tender. “It’s like I’m seeing the world through your eyes now — every stroke, every color… I’m proud of you.”

His words settled over you like a gentle fire, melting away the cold edges of doubt and fear that sometimes crept in. You smiled, finally finding your voice again.

“What about you? What’s your story these days? What have you been up to all these years?”

Leon’s expression grew serious, the easy smile slipping away as his jaw tightened just slightly under the weight of the path he’d chosen.

“I’m heading to Arklay County in about a few months,” he said quietly, eyes flicking toward the window as if the words were heavy to say. “Raccoon City, more specifially. I’m going to be a police officer.”

Your heart skipped a beat. Raccoon City — a place you’d heard about only in hushed whispers and stories, a city with a shadowed reputation looming like a storm gathering on the horizon.

“That’s… huge, Leon,” you breathed, eyes wide with a mixture of surprise and something else—worry, maybe? “You’re really doing it.”

He nodded firmly, the set of his shoulders straight and determined. “Yeah. It’s the start of something new. But it’s also scary. A lot of unknowns waiting out there.”

You reached out instinctively and squeezed his hand, wanting to offer comfort and strength even if you couldn’t fully understand what he was about to face.

“You’ve always been the brave one,” you reminded him softly. “If anyone can do it, it’s you.”

Leon looked down at your hand, then back up with a soft, grateful smile—the kind that made you believe in hope again.

“Thank you, Y/N. It means more than you know.”

You both leaned back into the moment, the years of silence finally giving way to a conversation that felt like a fresh start—filled with hope, shared memories, and the fragile but powerful possibility of whatever came next.

And in that quiet café, surrounded by the scent of coffee and old books, it felt like the world might just be ready to give you both another chance.

“I missed this,” Leon finally said softly, voice thick with emotion. “Missed you.”

“I did too,” you admitted, warmth pooling in your chest.

The years of silence, the missed chances, the unspoken feelings — it all melted away in that moment.

Leon reached across the table and took your hand in his, fingers curling around yours with a tenderness that made your heart race.

“Maybe it’s not too late,” he said.

You smiled, the slow beat of your heart echoing the hope you both held close.

“No, Leon. Maybe it’s just the beginning.”

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