H/cs for if Bruno had a son or daughter? That would be really cute
I couldn’t decide so I just did a little bit of both. Thanks for your patience and I hope you enjoy!
- Would be quite hesitant to start a family with you, due to his occupation and his childhood
- But if you stayed persistent eventually the two of you would finally agree to do so
- Not so surprisingly due to his kind heart and consideration for others, Bruno would make an excellent father
- But due to the early separation/loss of his parents when he was a child, Bruno would be quite protective
- If the two of you were to have a son, it would be kinda funny since it would be like having a mini Bruno around all the time. The little boy being very fond of Bruno, (and much to Bruno’s slight objections) would opt to probably follow in his father’s footsteps lol
- If the two of you were to have a daughter, Bruno would be constantly on the look out! The classic “none of you are good enough for my daughter” 2.0 right here
- Whether the two of you had a boy or girl, Bruno would make sure to teach his child the values and and ropes of life.
- Not exactly open at times with his feelings but his child would know that he loves them deeply
Ahh, I am
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Just wanted to shout out to all the quiet readers and followers. I think authors sometimes focus on how loud negative people upset us we tend to forget all the lovely quiet people reading our fic. I just want you to know that I know you are there each time my story hits tick upward with another read or someone kudos me even on anon. It means a lot to know someone is reading my stuff. So hugs to all of you!
Listen. Listen. I got an amazing Voltron AU headcanon idea for you but you CAN'T GO RUNNING WITH IT MISS ONIONS I KNOW HOW YOU DO THINGS. From me to you: a Star Wars AU.
Predictably………..this is the longest one.
THANKS, ANDY. (I SCREAMED when this showed up in my inbox. Thank you for this gift, my friend. I hope you enjoy.)
(As a thank you to my followers for 100+, I took a handful of AU prompts in celebration! Prompts are quite closed, and I’m proud to present the culminating and final piece of this milestone series. Thank you all for choosing me on your dash!)
00. Lance has wanted to be a Jedi his entire life.
It’s his deepest, most sincere and heartfelt desire.
A Jedi is belonging.
A Jedi has purpose, a path and a place in life. A Jedi looks after others; a Jedi takes care of people. A Jedi is a protector of the galaxy. It’s a longing and a calling Lance has always aspired to.
A Jedi is great, and a Jedi is kind. A Jedi is a keeper of the peace. A Jedi has the Force, wide open and beckoning, bright and true. Lance has loved the Force and the Light for as long as he can remember.
A Jedi looks out for others. A Jedi looks outs for their own.
A Jedi belongs.
Lance is going to be a Jedi.
Little Lance, a handful of years old and toddling on tiptoes in the creche, pudgy face smushed against the transparisteel of the creche window. Stubby fingers leave messy prints, watching all the ships come and go in the distant hustle and bustle of Coruscant night traffic. That’ll be me someday.
Little Lance, older, peeking out from amongst his crechemates as they travel the halls. He watches the robes of the great Jedi Knights swishing about their ankles, Padawans rushing to catch up. That’ll be me someday.
Little Lance, sneaking out to the Temple Gardens late at night to watch the waterfall play, closing his eyes and listening to the Force gurgle over rocks, splash onto stones. The soft breeze of the Force through the grass, the flowers, the trees. The Force is everywhere. A pair of Jedi sit in the grass nearby, quiet, heads bowed in meditation. The Force swirls around them gently, a stream in its own right. Lance hides by his waterfall and observes, content. That’ll be me someday.
Lance, even older. Finally a Padawan himself, following at the heels of his Master as they head down to the hangars for their first mission assignment. Looking over his shoulder at all the other Jedi embarking on ships, returning from missions of their own. A hub of galactic peace, in and out, busy keeping the galaxy safe.
That’ll be me someday.
Lance, at the conclusion of his Trials.
Lance is going to be a Jedi.
01. Lance and Hunk have been best friends since the days of the creche.
“Are we getting anywhere?” Lance asks, leaning on the engine. The sleeve of his robe swings down and nearly smacks Hunk in the face.
For this project a maximum of two artist per story was allowed, with each artist interpreting and rendering their own illustrations. When Cheesy approached me to ask if I minded her illustrating for the Mneme’s submission along with me I promptly told her to go ahead that I would not mind at all. Between the two of us we decided it would be best to collaborate on the art pieces. And it was the best decision, I have made an amazing friend with one of the kindest and funniest people in the Reylo community and between the two of us we have created something I’m very proud to release.
Cheesy, my friend, I love you so much and thank you for your patience and incredible sense of humor and vision. I don’t think these would’ve looked as fantastic as they do without you. <3
A shout out of course to Mneme for writing this incredible interpretation of Red Riding Hood. I had a blast searching for the SW equivalent of things and illustrating for this. And a shout out to the mods for all the hard work. It looks incredible.
(i’m very sorry though i never thought i’d see the day in which I wouldn’t be able to even breathe from uni but here we are and this is my life now / throws self out of the window I’m very sorry I haven’t updated literally anything. I’m still trying to shake off the feeling whenever I start drawing that I should be doing /uni/ and putting up with the demotivation, _(」∠ ､ﾝ､)_ Thank you so much for your patience and support..!)
~Merry Christmas everyone. Sorry this has taken me so long. This chapter is not super lengthy. But I expect the next one to be. Thanks so much for your patience and understanding on this. I’ve been really blocked lately (on top of just busy with life in general) and am working through it!
“Father left on another business trip this morning,” Jumin spoke matter-of-factly and flicked his cigarette, “so you’re all welcome to come to the yacht tonight.”
“Oh, another yacht party! Thank you, papa Han!” Saeyoung smiled from behind his phone.
“Don’t call him that,” Jumin warned.
“I’ll bring beer,” Zen boasted.
“There will be plenty of alcohol supplied by me. No need to bring your cheap piss water,” Jumin replied.
“Excuse me, richie-rich. Not all of us can afford to buy $700 bottles of wine. I’ll take my ‘piss water’ over the alcohol daddy bought you any day.”
“Okay, okay, that’s enough you two,” V stepped in with a calm voice to interject.
Yoosung was now shoving his books back into his bag with a groan.
“My parents would never let me out that late…I’d have to sneak out to borrow the car,” he whined, “are you going?” he asked you.
“Me? I don’t know,” you shrugged.
“I’ll pick you up. It’s not a problem. I’ll have V’s car today anyway, right?” Saeyoung looked to V.
“Right, of course,” V replied with a nod.
Saeyoung was looking at you now, waiting for your response. It had been a long time since you were last invited to a party. Let alone a…yacht party? What the hell does someone even wear to something like that? You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth trying to decide. Just how rich was Jumin? You’d feel really out of place there. But if Saeyoung was going, too…
“Okay, sure. Sounds fun,” you nodded to him.
“I’m going, too,” Saeran piped up.
He was so quiet you could almost forget he was there. He had that usual hard expression on his face and was stealing glances at his brother. You wished he would smile more, remembering the small moments in the park where the corner of his mouth turned up into a half-smile with the perk of his eyebrow as he studied you. Looking at him now he was almost a completely different person.
“But you never go to parties. Thought you were too cool for them?” Saeyoung’s mouth curled up into a grin.
“And you give a shit what I do, because?” Saeran glared.
“Ugh! Saeran you’re going?!” Yoosung cried, “man…now I have to go!”
“Stop being a baby about it and sneak out, then,” Saeran replied flatly and returned to the book he was reading.
“Yeah, Yoosung. You’re never going to get a chick if you keep worrying about getting in trouble with mommy and daddy,” Zen chimed in and Yoosung’s face fell.
“It’s funny, hearing you give advice on women. What with your string of non-existent belt notches. Remind me, when was the last time you had a girlfriend, again? I seem to have forgotten,” Jumin’s comment was clearly directed towards Zen but he was scrolling through his phone, not breaking his concentration once.
Yoosung snickered and it set Zen off. He pulled the pack of cigarettes from his jacket pocket and tapped his fingers on the top, only to tuck them back inside against his will. You remembered he had really been struggling to quit. He must have a lot of willpower, or really care about performing.
“I bet you Jaehee could tell you,” Saeyoung put a chip in his mouth and crunched it with a devious grin.
“What does she have to do with anything?” Zen asked, “and where is she, by the way?”
“I think she’s busy with her club. They’re getting ready to sell the tickets for the next musical,” V strapped his bag over himself, “and speaking of clubs, I have to run. See you all tonight.”
“Yoosung and I should get going, too. You wanted to go over last night’s assignment with me, right?” you asked.
“Please! I was struggling so bad. I ended up just throwing it to the side and playing LOLOL all night…”
“Don’t worry, I’ll help you. Bye, guys,” you waved and walked off with Yoosung.
“Wait! Uh, I have something for you,” Saeyoung called.
You stopped for him to catch up and he reached into his pocked and pulled out a phone. A brand new phone…he held it out for you to take and you did, although hesitantly.
“I know you said you didn’t like yours…anyway, I get these for free all the time when people break them. They don’t understand how easy they are to fix so I end up with a bunch. It’s…not a big deal or anything,” he shrugged and pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, his cheeks slightly pink.
“I don’t know what to say,” you stared at it in your hands.
“Say you’ll call me when it inevitably breaks again, because he thinks he knows what he’s doing but I’m the one who will get it working correctly,” Saeran suddenly appeared from behind his brother, brow pressed in.
“Thank you, both of you. This is-well, probably the nicest thing anyones ever done for me,” you smiled and hugged him quickly.
Saeyoung seemed like he didn’t know what to do. One of his arms wrapped around your back but other than that he was still.
“I really have to go, though. Thanks again,” you caught up to Yoosung’s side and continued walking with him.
You couldn’t help but hold up the phone and inspect it. You’d never owned anything this new before when it came to technology. He must have worked hard on it. There were no scratches or scrapes, the screen was clear. It looked as if you had just opened it from the box. What would it be like to not feel that cloud of embarrassment every time you pulled your phone from your pocket. It seemed a stupid thing to worry about. A phone. A dumb phone. There were much bigger problems in life. But it was hard to not notice that everyone else seemed to be ahead of you when it came to that kind of stuff, try as you might to forget about it. It would be nice to feel a little more normal.
“Do you like him?” Yoosung asked as you compared answers.
You pressed your pencil eraser to your chin nervously in thought, “why?”
“Just a feeling I get. I’m a bit jealous, to be honest. You’re a nice person,” he looked away quickly after saying it. Like he regret mentioning anything.
“There’s nothing to be jealous of,” which was true.
“Still, I think you guys would be nice together. Saeyoung is a kind person, too.”
“He is,” you nodded. That much you could see.
“So is Saeran, though he may not come off that way. Both of them. They’re my best friends…I’ve kind of been lost lately. I honestly wish I could get back to my old self,” Yoosung’s expression dulled, “they’ve helped me so much. I feel like they’re the only ones that get me. I don’t have many friends anymore aside from online,” he sighed.
“I’ll be your friend, Yoosung,” you smiled.
His face softened and he gave a perky smile. He had been slouching but now stood up straight in his chair. It was hard to see him look so sad, and you wanted to know more. But it didn’t feel right to pry just then.
“You’re already my friend!” he beamed.
“That’s right. So, now friend, lets go over 34-A,” you tapped your pencil in your book diligently.
Request: Can i request a sis fic? Maybe something that the Reader is really
insecure about her body and has a really tough time.(She’s 14/15)and her
brothers do anything to help her? Idk.Its a hard idea.If it’s okay to
do it it would be amazing.Ly Kay❤
A/N: 5 months later I write it….thanks for your patience! I kinda made it so that the reader wasn’t too happy with her body & was having some mental insecurities as well, hope you don’t mind, it just sorta happened. The reader can be really age cause we all have body insecurities no matter what age we are, even though we’re all perfection, we all need a reminder sometimes.
A/N Part Two: This fic was hard to write, mainly because my brain didn’t wanna function while writing it. In the end it felt like pulling teeth but I wanted to finish it because I’ve been taking wayyyyy too long on requests.
A/N Part Three: I lied, I actually kinda love it now that I edited it.
Dean x Sister!Reader Sam x Sister!Reader
You stared at yourself in the bathroom mirror, not quite sure what was looking back at you. It had all begun as a joke; you were just getting out of the shower when Miranda Lambert’s song Vice started playing on your phone. You were playfully singing along with the song as you finished drying off, however when a certain verse started to play you couldn’t help the sadness that overtook you.
Standing at the sink not looking in the mirror,
Don’t know where I am or how I got here.
You zoned out after that part, because you realized it was true.
Lately you could never look at yourself in the mirror.