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balkanradfem · 2 days

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Okay so, a long while ago I had written about noticing a woman who moved into the building, who had short hair and got my attention immediately (she was insanely hot). I creepily looked at her trough the window at one point and felt bad about it, but I didn't know how to approach her without being super obvious (I lose my wits when I talk to women).

Since then I had met her in the hallways multiple times, and she's always seemed super happy to talk to me! Even grinned when she saw me, and at moments seemed as flustered as me while we were talking. I found out she lives on the floor above me, has a very young son she takes care of on her own, and works the night shift, meaning she's super busy and barely sleeps. I once saw her in the evening waiting for a ride and wished her good luck at work and she went 'you too!' and then realized I'm coming home and added 'tomorrow!' which I thought was adorable (it was Saturday).

Anyway I still have not sussed out if she is interested in women at all, I can't figure it out because I have no sense for these things and had only assumed maybe, because of the haircut, but she has a son, so she could be bisexual. Those are things I'm thinking in my brain, but a heterosexual woman can have a buzzcut too? Right? I could be completely off and just dazzled by her appearance and by how nice she is.

However this morning I had a longer conversation with her, I was getting home from slug patrol, and she was coming home from work. I held the door opened for her and she paused to chat with me in the hallway. We were talking about work and the building and at one point, unprompted, she touched my hand, then commented on how cold it was, and then touched it more, and I'm like, I don't know what's going on, that doesn't usually happen to me. A minute later she decided I needed a hug and hugged me, and I was mortified because I just came home from the garden in my filthy clothing so I panicked and apologized for my awful getup, but she was like 'so what?'.

So now I'm even more in my lesbian brain trying to figure it out, would a heterosexual do this, do women do this randomly, could it be because she has a child and I also look like a little wet child to her (she's 9 years older than me) so I just looked pathetic enough??? I also told her, with my brain non-functional, about 10 times that I find her really nice and that I love her haircut and that she's so kind and how wonderful it was of her to stop and chat with me even though she's so busy and I don't know if I should have said any of that??? I had the urge to invite her over and make her breakfast but felt it would be too forward to ask her to come to my apartment and it would make me creepy, and also I don't know what to do, I would like to befriend her but whenever I do talk to her I am useless.

#lesbian #bisexual #a situation #story

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nuncscioquidsitamor-13 · 2 days

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not really an expert in love

⋆˙⟡♡ (summary): honestly don't remember what this was about

⋆˙⟡♡ (warnings): Uhh kissing i think

⋆˙⟡♡ (notes): a fic i wrote on my old acc @/amorvincitomnia-14. That account got deleted and i thought i lost these fics but yipeee i found them on google docs :D

You are an idiot. Completely and entirely so. It's been about two weeks since the kiss and you have been avoiding Leo since. For a child of Aphrodite, you really are dense.

It's not like you can avoid him fully; being on Argo II means there's not many places to hide. And plus you're supposed to be best friends with Leo, nobody else knows why you are suddenly running away whenever he appears. It's a shitty thing to do, you know that. But what else can you do? Are you ready for love? Was that kiss a mistake?

So of course Annabeth tells you Leo needs help in the engine room, in a sort of way you can't say no. So here you are, standing awkwardly while you hand Leo various tools. You feel sick to your stomach, absolutely filled with nerves. How can you possibly begin to explain why you ran out on Leo?

After moments of silence, Leo speaks, “I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable with the kiss. I must have misread some signals or something”

And your heart practically shatters. Of course he blames himself. How can you be so stupid as to hurt him? But your mouth is dry and there are no words coming out. You weren't uncomfortable with the kiss, just say that!

“No, it's fine.” You manage to say, internally slapping yourself. A child of Aphrodite and major flirt. Yet here you are, awkward as can be. Why can't you explain your feelings? Leo deserves better.

“Seriously though, can we talk? I don't want you to be upset with me.” Leo said, leaning back to look at you. He was dirty with oil staining his clothes, his eyes void of his usual impish gleam. You wanted to throw up.

“What's there to talk about?” You replied, far harsher than you meant to. Leo winces, and looks away.

“You've been avoiding me. I figure it's because of the kiss. But I don't want to lose our friendship because I misread something.” Leo replied, the sincerity in his tone making you want to cry. Why are you such an idiot?

And then you had to keep going, talking straight out of your ass. “I mean it was a mistake anyway. We can just forget it ever happened.”

Leo looked shocked and then hurt. Like a dog tucking their tail in with defeat. You wanted to apologize and say anything to make him feel better again. But words fail.

“Oh, if that's what you want.” Leo replied, any excitement in his eyes dying right before you. You froze, half wanting to run away and half needing to apologize. You unfortunately do the former.

A couple days later and the rest of Argo II has had enough. Piper had taken it into her own hands.

“Hey, can you get something in the storage room please?” Piper asked you, prompting you to agree pretty quickly. You can be nice, especially when it comes to your sister.

You quickly realize your mistake when two things happen:

Leo is also in the storage room looking as confused as you

The door is now locked

Piper locked the door. Of course she did. You tried your best to stay calm and not act a total fool. Maybe you'll finally have your chance to apologize to Leo. Even if he looks very uncomfortable to you.

You were trying to say “I'm fucking sorry” or “Are you okay?” But unfortunately it came out as, “Are you fucking sorry?”

You winced the same time as Leo before you quickly attempt to remedy it, “Sorry, I mean to say I'm so fucking sorry. Gods, I am so sorry.”

You groan loudly, covering your blushing face with your hands. You wish the Earth could open up and simply swallow you whole. It would be a hell of a lot easier than dealing with the aftermath of the walking disaster that is you.

The weirdest part is the fact you normally are extremely flirtatious. But that's when it comes to Leo Valdez, you are a complete, flustering, bumbling fool.

You need to say this. You need to get it out and explain the utter way he consumes your heart. But right you can barely stand to look him in the eye without exploding with embarrassment.

“Alright, don't interrupt me.” You begin to say, eyes squeezed shut and voice shaky with nerves, “or say a word until I'm done. Because otherwise I'll just die of embarrassment. And I need to tell you this.”

When you don't hear anything you start speaking, parting your lips as the words flow. You describe the way his smile makes your heart flutter,the way his stupid, stupid jokes that always leave you breathless and grinning, the way his eyes light up when he talks about his newest inventions. You explain it all, you tell him the way your heart aches so heavily when avoiding him. How you've been an utter fool for so long, how you thanked the gods when he kissed you.

You apologize for running away, like a coward. You explain that you were scared and embarrassed and too much of a wimp to confront him. You feel ridiculous for rambling this long but you keep going; you can't stop. Not until-

He says your name, in a way you've never heard before. It was low and softened around the edges, intimate and solely for you.

You hesitantly look up at him, your heart stalling when you see the look in his eyes. He looked at you like you are his entire universe, his entire reason for existing. That was enough to make anyone swoon, especially a child of Aphrodite like yourself. You don't even realize you had been crying until Leo's hand brushes against your cheek to wipe them away.

“Can I kiss you?” He asks softly, his face inches away from your own. You nod slightly, lips parted instinctively. Your hands find their way to clutching the front of his camp shirt, his hands locked into your hair.

Finally Leo leans in, his lips pressing against your own. It's like everything you've dreamed and not at the same time. His lips are chapped and rough, but they tasted sweet. Your heart flutters in your body, rising and rising like a butterfly ready to fly. Your mouth opens, his warm tongue slipping through as he explores your mouth. It was like your first kiss but so much better, it was so perfect.

Leo pulls away, cheeks flushed and breath heavy. But he has an idiotic grin on his lips that likely matches yours.

“Are you still mad at me for ignoring you like an idiot?” You ask, unable to fight the smile on your face and the affection in your eyes.

Leo pretends to take a moment to consider, his hands slipping to your hips as he pulls you closer. He gives you a smug smirk and whispers in your ear, “I'm still mad but if you give me more of those kisses, I might change my mind.”

He didn't have to say it twice.

#heroes of olympus #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo #pjo fandom #pjo hoo toa #pjo series #leo valdez x y/n #leo valdez #leo valdez x you #leo valdez x reader #leo vladez #pjo hoo #riordanverse

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deluweil · 24 hours

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Thanks for your response to that other anon about Tommy; you’re totally right. I also was intrigued, even liked him and Buck after their first kiss. But his closet comment and behavior on their first date, like he didn’t care that Buck has LITERALLY just figured out his bisexuality and that’s A LOT to process, his dismissive attitude towards Buck’s ideas and feelings (the bachelor party henley, the “enjoy it while it lasts” at the medal ceremony)….and then add in the way some fans have gone 0 to 100 on them so quickly, even calling them endgame, and likely at least in part JUST because it’s two men…it’s become such a turn off. I was neutral, even wanted to like them at first, but now am counting the days until it ends. And it’s not because I’m a BoB or would dislike any Buck LI that isn’t Eddie. And I don’t agree with anyone getting HATE (we can sideeye and judge people’s actions ($cameos$) But I think seeing Buck in a canon male/male relationship has caused some people to lose their damn minds. Ship and let ship! Stay in your sandbox, we’ll stay in ours!

LOL I am so removed from all the crowing bummies that I have to ask wth is BoB?

I actually went to look it up and found some interesting options, I am going with this one:

"Bob" is a generic and common name, and using it can be a way of avoiding formalities or creating a relaxed and approachable atmosphere

If you have the other meaning go ahead and tell me, like bummies I understand what benefits me in the moment😂

I kinda wish ppl will look up the meaning of "comphet" (I actually looked it up) that Ryan keeps bringing up in his interviews - that way ppl can stop saying crap things about him being the one to derail Eddie-T because he was supposedly against it. - Which is bullshit, Tim repeatedly said it was because the Natalia actress couldn't come back and M actress could. - Also, Originally T was supposed to be Lucy, she just couldn't come back so they took Lou in a pinch, so Obviously the endgame sure as shit wasn't the pilot.

And you're right, T's attitude was condescending at best, I was talking about it with a mutual the other day, and said that if they really had an interest to build BT properly, also by the time they came up with BT they knew they were being renewed for S8, they could have slowed into this. Actually make Buck's coming out story, a coming out story, not "So first date was a bust, how bout you come to my sister's wedding?" like who does that?

They could have started as friends with Lou being a gay guru, they could have had private dates until Buck was actually out to everyone and ready to be seen in public.

There could have been feelings involved that developed over time.

I gave the example of Tim-Ashley vs Nolan-Bailey from The Rookie, while Ashley was fairly kept to the background (btw she got more screen time than T, just saying) while Bailey was constantly and still being weaved into the story, intricated into Nolan's life, because he was meant to end up with her.

What ppl, who seem to have never watched good tv in their lives, don't seem to understand is that there is a way to write a story, and 911 not only screwed up spectacularly with Buck and Eddie's storylines, but they managed to make it clear from the get go that any LI to come along would be written just bad enough for it to be clear that they are not lasting.

Even furious, Eddie never walked away from Buck. Even when Buck was an asshole in 2x01, Eddie stood his ground and insisted they sort it through making it clear that they are on the same side, that he cares about him and wanting to be his friend. - His partner, a team.

Tommy, like all his predecessors, walked away as soon as something didn't fit his little comfort zone. Tommy walked away on that first date, he didn't contact Buck after that, Buck had to make contact and apologize for not being comfortable on his first date with a guy, like how messed up is that?

And Tommy's little acid retort in front of Eddie in the restaurant before that? From the side it's hilarious for someone who was never in that position. It was mean and uncalled for, but not exactly a surprise because T was never much of am understanding person, he was pretty much an ass from the get go in S2, only difference now is that he is out of the closet.

How did Athena put it when Michael first brought his new bf home after they got divorced? "If Michael had cheated on me with a woman, no one would have expected me to slap on a fake smile and welcome her into my home."

And that is exactly what the GA expects us to do, so what if Buck injured Eddie for attention? He's bi now.

So what if T was an ass and pretty much dismissive towards Buck and talks to him often in a bored way like one talks to a child? He's gay now.

A certain sexual preference does not excuse bad behavior. A person's behavior is supposed to be taken at face value, and not excused just because that person is now seeing someone who happens to be of the same gender.

Crappy behavior is just that - crappy behavior - equal accountability and all that.

I actually liked Taylor for Buck in S2, I think Lucy could have been perfect for him in S5, but the writers made sure to smear their characters in the eyes of the GA from the beginning, thus ending up with another failed relationship, while Buck's relationship with Eddie thrives from one episode to another for the last 7 seasons. One has to wonder about that even if they don't ship buddie.

Same pattern here with T. I was prepared to like him with Buck, I was prepared to see Buck making his way out of the closet with someone who would make him feel safe to do it, not kiss him unprepared under the pretense of coming originally on Eddie's behalf. Not that crap show that was that restaurant date. Not Buck apologizing after feeling insecure and exposed in public for the first time out of the closet and so many other things. - I'm getting the same vibes as Taylor looking through her phone in disinterest in 4x11 as Buck recites some google fact.

And you're right, the fans going from 0-200 after one kiss was just ridiculous, like chill people have you never seen two men kiss before?

I have, on screen and in RL, I grew up with lovely lgbtq+ friends from childhood, it's not all that. When my gay best friend dated someone who didn't treat him right, I told him to get rid of him. When my cousin's gf treated her like property and like she owes her something I urged her to find a better more nurturing person to be happy with.

Two men kissing is not endgame making, hell, from experience two men having sex (hot as it is) is not endgame making.

Love, passion, trust, security, fun, friends gatherings where they're cute and gross, can be made into a healthy endgame making relationship.

Buck and Tommy have physical attraction, they make for a steamy picture but nothing else.

And Lou, I am just... I don't know, I would have preferred not to find out the things he's done as cast of 911, I am just so disappointed.

I loved Lou, now it's just meh. Like he's trying to make as much money as he can before he finishes his way in the show is all kinds of wrong. Also very misleading to the ppl who are hanging on his every word. (And I don't think Oliver likes it either, he is pointedly ignoring any scene with T, not promoting anything that doesn't involve Eddie and Christopher or Buck's own development).

Even Ryan didn't know he was going to get shot until he got the 4x13 script, he was sure he was being killed off until he talked to whoever was showrunner at the time lol.

So Lou can't know he just talks out of his ass and make himself look bad in the process.

And I agree, ppl should be free to ship whoever they desire, but they are not entitled to force their desires upon others, I'm talking about both sides of the ships not just one. (Although I gotta say I've never got hate asks until a certain ship popped up this season. A lot of hateful - now blocked anons - that I refused to give stage to.)

These toxic battles are useless and made this season worse than it's writing.

All that's left is kick back and hope this season's last episode can salvage the poor and repetitive storylines we got this season, - I mean even Henren and Bathena got a replay of S4.

And don't even get me started of the fart shaped storyline Eddie got after switching last minute.

I'm tired lol

didn't mean for this to become this long monster, If you made it this far thank you, sending LOTS of love. ❤️

#911 ask #anti tommy kinard #anti bucktommy #anti bummies - seriously ppl get a life #evan buckley #eddie diaz #buddie #ryan guzman #oliver stark #not tagging the third wheel #911 spoilers #911 speculation #fandom toxicity #fandom hypocrisy #deluweil replies #thank you anon for the ask❤️#btw as per usual don't come at me in my inbox and don't repost to counteract make your own post

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plentyoffandoms · 3 days

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Hello.

Can I please request something for lord Debling. He finds a wife who also wants a practical marriage, she was in love once but had her heart broken so now she's just looking for practicality as she doesn't want to be feel that pain again. Once married they make a deal that once she is definitely pregnant, that he can leave on his 3 year expedition and even add the lost time that it took to get pregnant as he was supposed to leave right after the wedding (like in the show). But he comes back after a month cause he missed her and realized he might be in love. She's still sceptical but with the birth of their son things might change her heart .

Just really fluffy and tooth roting sweet.

Debling really deserves more love I felt so bad for him in the show 😢

I Fell in Love

Lord Debling x f/Reader

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Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Gifs and photos do not belong to me. 1st gif @yeahskam 2nd gif @farosdaughter 3rd gif @orion-lake

Warnings. None

Requested by anonymous. I hope you like it. I agree, he most certainly deserves more love than he got on the show.

WC: 1873

I knew this marriage to Lord Debling was a good match for him and I.

We both were looking for a practical marriage, as he wished to travel and I wished to stay home with the children.

When he proposed to me, I knew that he would be the husband for me, as I was not looking for love.

I thought I found love when I was first looking for a husband. I fell in love with someone whom I grew up with.

Our mothers would talk about our wedding, and how we would have such beautiful babies, and that we were meant to be.

I still remember hearing his mother's words clear as day. "Falling in love is the greatest gift of all."

I completely agreed with her until he came over to tell me that he was breaking off our engagement.

I was left shattered as he told me he had found someone else to marry. By the look on his face and how he talked about her, I knew that he was in love.

He walked out of my home and my life, married her, and now lives not far from me.

I had to watch them be as happy as I thought him and I once were, and the moment I found out she was with child, well, I shut down.

My cousin Penelope is the one who brought my attention to Lord Debling.

At her wedding to Colin Bridgerton, I was sitting at the table by myself, not interested in standing off to the side with the other single woman, or standing there with my mother and her sister, my aunt Portia Featherington as they gossiped.

As Penelope sat down next to me, I gave her a fake smile, but she could always see right through me. She placed a gentle hand atop of mine and squeezed my hand.

"I know of one man, if you are interested." I cut her off, "I am not looking for love right now, Penelope."

"He isn't either. You must have heard of Lord Debling."

"I have."

She told me all about him. How he wanted to travel, and that after his wedding, he will be gone for three years. That his wife will be at home, tending to her duties.

"I will meet him for you, dear cousin."

Penelope smiled and clapped her hands, drawing attention to the two of us. As she basked in the attention, I tried to hide away, as I was sick of the pitying looks I got.

◆

Lord Debling and I met, and he told me what he what he was looking for in a wife.

"By no means am I looking for love. I just wish to have a friend to come home too," and that sealed the deal for me.

He courted me only for a short time, and my marriage to him is happening tomorrow. I am happy that I will not grow old alone and just like he wanted, I am glad to have found a friend along the way.

LORD DEBLINGS POV:

Her and I were dancing, all eyes on the two of us, and she gave me a soft smile as she looked at me. I gave her a soft one back.

"I shall leave once you are with child." I told her.

"But your trip, my Lord."

"Please call me Alfred. We are married now."

"Well, Alfred, your trip."

"I will go once you are with child, and if you do not mind me adding on how many months it will take for you to be child."

"I do not mind at all, but I do not wish for you to hate me because you are postponing your trip."

I stopped the two of us dancing, and I stared her right in her eyes.

"Nothing you could ever do shall make me hate you."

I was very serious about that.

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Seven months.

That is how long it took her to be with child.

During that time, we got to know each other better than I thought we would. I leaned her hobbies, her favourite books, what made her happy.

Once I found out what her favourite flower was, I made sure to have a fresh bouquet brought to her bedchamber once a week.

It always warmed my heart to see her smelling the flowers. How her eyes seemed to light up when she would thank me for them.

Even though I have no interest in decorating our Manor, she made sure to include my input in each room. "You live here too, Alfred, even though you will be gone for three years. This is still your home."

I never thought of it like that. I just didn't care how my home was decorated, but she took great pride in it.

As each room was completed, she would show me, and I was stunned at how she did make sure to include what I would mention.

It didn't matter if it was the colour of the furniture, a painting I mentioned I wanted hung up in said room, or just a piece of furniture. It was there.

I did not realise it at the time that I was slowly falling in love with the woman whom I had married.

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She was standing next to me, as I was leaving in a few moments. I placed my hands on the small bump, wondering what our child would look like.

"You come back to me, Alfred." She softly said.

"Nothing will keep me from you and our little one."

I cupped her cheek, and her head turned to kiss my gloved palm.

I kissed her forehead, and I could see the sadness in her eyes as she closed them. It looked like she was fighting back tears.

"It is time, my Lord." I toon a step away from her, my hands leaving her her body, and her own hands went on her stomach.

I got in the carriage, fighting the urge to look out the window, as I knew I would stop and go back to her, making up some excuse about not wanting to be away from her.

◆

I have been gone for only three weeks, and I wake up every morning thinking about her. If she liked the flowers that are still placed in her room.

If she has enjoyed the gifts that I have sent home, or if she has got them yet.

If she has kept busy without me there.

If she misses me like I miss her.

The last thought made my stomach twist, and I pushed that feeling back, thinking about this trip I am on. This adventure I have waited so long for.

But I knew my heart wasn't in it anymore.

And I fought with myself each and every day until I finally declared that I was going home.

That I needed to be with my wife and unborn child.

I had to tell her that I have fallen in love with her.

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My staff were stunned to see me come running up the front steps in the middle of the night. I had a rider go ahead and warn them I was coming.

"Lord Debling, we were not expecting you. Is everything all right?" My friend and butler, Jonathan said to me, as I looked around my front foyer.

"I must see my wife."

"Lady Debling is fast asleep." He said as I ran up the stairs, on my way to her room.

"I must see her." I became almost frantic the closer I got to her door.

Just as I was about to knock on the door, it opened, and there she was, tired and angry at all the commotion. She was about to ask what was going on when she saw me standing in front of her.

She looked me up and down. "Alfred?"

She reached out to touch me to see if I was really here or a figment of her imagination, "I am really here."

"Why are you home? Is everything okay? Did something happen?" The questions were just flying from her lips.

"I would like to be alone with my wife." Our staff left us alone as I walked into her bedchamber, and she closed the door behind her.

"Alfred."

"I am okay, I just needed to come home to you."

"Alfred, I am okay. The baby is okay. I am due any day now." She said as she sat on the edge of her bed, and I sat down next to her.

"I know, but while I was away, I couldn't fight my feelings anymore."

"Feelings?"

"Before I left, I was falling in love with you."

"This is not how this marriage is." She stood up, her hand on her lower back as she walked to be closer to the fire.

"I know, and at first I was happy just to have a friend to come home too, but I got to know you, really know you, and even though I tried to fight it, I fell for you."

"I have been in love before, and he broke my heart, and my soul." I got up and grasped her hands in mine.

"I know, and I promise to never do that to you."

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I placed her hand over my heart. "Do you feel that? My heart only beats for you. I am not asking for you to tell me you love me right now, but I want you to know that I love you, and no other person with ever take me away from you, my Lady Debling."

◆

"Shhhh, my little Theodore. You are safe now." I looked down at our baby, who was cooing at me. She was in labouring far longer than I knew a woman could be in labour for.

She was being tended to by the midwives and the doctor. I refused to leave her side, but when she screamed for me to get out, I listened to her.

When her water broke, I called on her cousin Penelope to come and be with her, knowing she would not want me in the room with her.

Colin came, and him and I have long put aside our animosity towards one another.

Once Penelope came out, carrying little Theodore, Colin congratulated me. "How is she?" I asked Penelope.

"She is doing well. She is being cleaned up, and then you will be called upon."

The both of them left, as I sat there waiting to be allowed in to see my wife.

Once I was allowed in, I placed Theodore on her chest, and she kissed the top of his head, his hair colour matching hers.

"He is just perfect, darling. I am so proud of you." I kissed the top of her forehead, and she looked up at me and gave me a tired smile.

"Alfred, I should have told you this before, but I love you."

I kissed her with as much passion as I could muster.

"I love you forever and always, my darling lady."

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crownmemes · 2 days

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Friendship Starters, Vol. 3

(Sentences for friends, with an assortment of feelings. Adjust phrasing where needed)

"I can handle my own problems! I've done it for a long time before you came along!"

"Wow! Is this yours?"

"I wonder what your mum would say if she could see us now?"

"Have you ever told your father what you just told me?"

"Don't worry, I can take care of myself!"

"I wish that it could always be like this."

"Is he really your father? He's scary."

"Maybe you should tell me what's bothering you?"

"One day, you'll decide to live a little!"

"My dad doesn't even like me."

"What? Is there some rule against having fun?"

"I will always be there for you when you need me."

"That's the last time we do that!"

"We've been through a lot together. Maybe too much."

"You're not getting rid of me, so get used to it."

"Do you need a hug?"

"Can you at least pretend to enjoy yourself?"

"Don't be so grumpy!"

"So, this is what you do with your retirement?"

"I know you better than you know yourself."

"Well, that is a deeply odd thing to say!"

"I am cool, aren't I?"

"You know me; I'm always careful!"

"Why are you smiling at me like that? It's creeping me out!"

"You're the first person that I've talked to about any of this."

"Don't you ever listen to me?"

"You can't hide out here forever, you know. You have to go home sometime."

"Promise you'll take me with you?"

"You're in a very strange mood today!"

"I came as soon as I saw the morning paper. I thought you might need a friend."

"Remember how much fun we used to have? Why can’t we just have fun like that again? "

"Don't you dare!"

#rp meme #rp memes #roleplay meme #roleplay memes #rp prompts #roleplay prompts #sentence starters #assorted;#friends;

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ciozio · 2 days

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HAPPINESS AU EDITS !!

Another one of these

BUT WITH MORE WORDS!!!!

Act 4 / Act 5 spoilers

(It's time.)

"Traveling One! Are you done talking with your companions? Yes, wonderful, wonderful!

I'd like to thank you for accompanying young Mirabelle this far. I'm very grateful.

#######, yes? If there's anything I can do to thank you, please don't hesitate to let me know!

I know you will go back on your travels soon, but I do hope you'll keep in touch, if only for young Mirabelle...

But no matter what, know that Dormont will always be open to you! Please co-"

(TELL HER!!!!!)

> "I KNOW ABOUT WISH CRAFT!!!"

"Wish Craft...?

Oh, Wish Craft! Yes, it just so happened that a lot of people in Vaugarde wished for our country to be saved!

I did not think it would work, but if you're here, perhaps it... did...-"

!!!!!!!

"OH.. OH NO... OH NO NO NO-... OH... #######!!..."

(ON CUE!!! HERES THE FREAKOUT!!!! You shouldnt of expected anything less. Worst part of these loops, she doesnt smile!!.. just cries at you.)

“I’m so sorry! There’s no way we can stop it now!”

(But there is. You’re sure she knows it.)

“I’m sorry! You’ll be going back! Back when everything started!”

> “YOU CAN FIX IT… CANT YOU?..”

“I know you thought your-“

(SHUT UP! I GOTTA MAKE LOOP HAPPY HERE!)

> “YOU CAN FIX IT. CANT. YOU?”

“-quest was over, but it can’t be! Somethings broken, somethings failing, rotting!!”

(YOU KNOW!!! HAHA!!! GOOD PERFORMANCE AS USUAL.

BUT YOU WISH YOU CAN HEAR A DIFFERENT SPEECH THAT ISN'T HER WHINING!!)

> “YOU KNOW, I KNOW. WE BOTH KNOW WISH CRAFT!! SO WE CAN FIX IT, YEAH!? STOP THE MISERY!!!”

“. . .”

“Fix it?”

“No. It’s too late, Siffrin.”

(That name..)

“It’s always been too late.”

(What does she mean?)

> “What are you talking about?…

(She laughs.. you don’t like this kind of smile.)

“Haha… oh Siffrin..

Its.. true. All of Vaugarde wished to the Favor Tree, wished for us to be saved.

We wished for a savior.

A way for us to win against the King.

And Wish Craft gave us the means to do it… didn’t it?.. make sure it’d work..?

S…somehow… Wish Craft gave us a savior.. able to use Time Craft.. able to retry.. as many times as it took!…

So you could beat the King!..”

(. . .)

“But.. but something went wrong!… didn’t it??.. something went wrong!…”

“Hahaha… every time!… if you’re here… questioning Wish Craft.. then something must’ve gone wrong!..

I.. I can see it in your expression… Siffrin…

This isn’t the first time you gotten this far… it isn’t, isn’t it!?…

This shouldn’t be.. this shouldn’t be at all!…”

(But…)

“Why does time loop back… even with the King defeated?!?…

Hah.. the only answer I can find…

Is it’s because we did it wrong..”

(W..w……wrong?)

“I don’t know!! I don’t know what happened!…but we MUST’VE done it wrong!!…

NONE of us in Vaugarde knew the exact ritual.. but— but we must’ve done it wrong. It broke. And it doesn’t answer to us at all anymore!..

Haha… or perhaps… s…someone wished for it… wished for our own wish to fail…wished for this !!

Something made the wish break, fail, ROT!!….

O…or…. Maybe the wish can’t come true anymore, somehow!..

Maybe the King wasn’t defeated the right way— it’ll forever remain incomplete.. and Wish Craft, the world, will not abide it!!!

I… I don’t know! I don’t know I don’t know!!!”

(. . .)

(You can’t move.)

(You.. can’t breathe.)

(Just… just smile.)

(You.. don’t understand.)

(You came all this way..to find the answer…)

(The answer to all of this.)

(Why you’re here.. how to break the loop, the loop that Loop wanted broken!…)

(But the wish was…

broken the whole time?…)

(She cannot help you?…)

(You’re… stuck?… forever?…)

“I…if only… if only we fought back against the King instead! If only we didn’t wish for a thing!

If only I knew this would happen.. if I had noticed it sooner… I would never have let people wish at all!!!

…to know you’ll be trapped for all eternity, Siffrin.. I am so sorry!!!

It’s our fault. All of Vaugarde, that you have to suffer like this!!”

(Suffer?… you… you have been making the most of this!…)

(YOU HAVE BEEN MAKING YOUR FRIENDS HAPPY!…)

(But.. now… you can’t make Loop happy…)

(You…)

“…I just hope that one day…”

“You might learn to forgive us!!!!!!!!”

#in stars and time #isat #isat siffrin #in stars and time siffrin #hapfrin #isat happy au #isat euphrasie #in stars and time spoilers

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ayanominitrash · 3 days

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Act Cool, Senpai! (Geto Suguru x reader)

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Geto-san falls for his dearest kouhai, but you’re nowhere in sight.

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5th Entry. First part here. Fourth part here. Masterlist.

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It was torture for him.

Geto, seeming desperate one week in, had tried offering Shoko to walk her to her next class and in hopes that he’ll find you there. She just stared at him with those bored eyes of hers, an unlit cigarette between her lips. Shoko ignored him and walked past him. So much for that. He’d even sent you two texts with no response.

Monday 12: 16 PM Hey missed you today Wednesday 10:16 AM Everything good?

Next would be him walking around the halls, lending Gojo his phone again so that he could leave him alone. Although, he was happy to distract him but at the back of his mind, he’d worry that he’d miss your text if you ever replied to him. It was never like him to wander the halls in between classes, but a desperate man is a desperate man, and that is what he is. He’d hope to bump into you, to see you stutter and flush with bright red cheeks. No hope either. On one of his walks, he happily bumped into Haibara. “Oh, Haibara! Hey!” He beams, raising a hand up with one of his biggest smiles. “How are - “

He froze when the brunette stopped in his tracks completely, a nervous look on his face. Like he had just seen a ghost. Geto was confused, prompting him to copy his movements and stop walking. “Is everything - “

“Oh! Sorry, Geto-san! I forgot something! I’ll just go back where I - “ And much to the senior’s surprise, his junior turned around and started running away. It was the first time he’d seen him do that. In his shock, he didn’t even get to call out his name to get him to stop running. Soon, he was yet again alone in the corridors.

Haibara was usually always so open to him. He was always the one to initiate a conversation first with that all too familiar smile of his. Was there something he did? Not only you haven’t been in contact with him and now Haibara seems to be avoiding him. This makes him uneasy. Avoiding him wasn’t the case with the other female students that pass him by who tries to strike up a conversation, fawning over him like he was some kind of sacred being. He didn’t want to come of as rude, so he just offered them a forced smile, waiving them, and said he had to get back to class even though he was walking in the wrong direction. After all those days of walking aimlessly through the hallways, he had finally been caught by his Sensei Yaga who reprimanded him for loitering. 3rd week started, and he stopped taking those walks.

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Now that Geto was not walking around the corridors, he opted to just lay his head on his armchair, staring outside the window while his classmate Gojo kept chattering from the teacher’s table nonstop, even if Geto wasn’t listening to him at all.

After an hour in, Gojo finally stops his spoiler-centric story on Digimon’s latest episode and throws a pencil at Geto’s head. “Oi, are you even listening Suguru?”

He didn’t respond.

“What’s going on with you lately? Is it because we haven’t been going on missions that you’re so gloomy?”

Still nothing.

“Wow, now you’re ignoring me. I’m hurt, Suguru.”

Geto sighs and finally sits up in his seat, “I’m just not in the mood to talk right now, Satoru. You think that’s okay?”

He wasn’t able to mask his irritation from his voice which made Gojo raise his eyebrows, almost seeming surprised at the sudden negative response from his classmate.

“I don’t know, do you think that’s okay?” The snow white-haired man finally says, propping his legs up on the teacher’s table and picking up an eraser this time, throwing it at Suguru which hit him in his chest.

This made Geto glared daggers at him, “What’s your deal?”

“I don’t know, what’s your deal?”

“You’re acting like a child.”

“I don’t know, am I?” Gojo grabs a chalk, spinning it around his fingers.

“Don’t you dare throw that at me.”

They stared down at each other, Geto doing his best to wear this expression on his face saying ‘I’ll make you regret it’. Gojo on the other hand, is sporting a blank stare, probably wondering why his classmate is so annoyed right now. Suddenly, Shoko enters the room, making Geto drop his mad face and sigh to himself. He was about to apologize to Gojo for his behavior when he suddenly felt the chalk hit him on his forehead this time.

He abruptly stands up from his seat and grabs his bag, ready to leave the classroom even if he still has 3 classes left for the day.

“Oh so now you’re just leaving? Tough guy act only to chicken out?” Gojo says, raising his arms to gesture at Geto.

“I don’t need this right now.” He says.

In the midst of all of this, Shoko didn’t even look up from her phone as she was walking to her seat. Not even bothering to ask what’s going on or to defuse the situation. He was mad, but he was careful not to bump her on his way to the door.

“Geto.” She finally speaks, eyes still glued to her phone.

He stops and turns around to look at her with an unamused look on his face.

“Why won’t you just call her?”

“Call who?” Gojo says as he rocks in the teacher’s chair back and forth, feet still propped up on the table.

It took him a while to realize what she was insinuating until he finally comes to the realization and immediately turned red in the face. He quickly turns his back on his classmates to hide it.

“Or you can just tell me where she is like I’ve been asking you to.” He says after a few beats of silence.

He hears the wooden chair scrape against the floor, indicating that Shoko is taking her seat. “Don’t you want to hear from her?”

“Who are we talking about? Who is this lady?” Gojo pipes up again, alternatively fliting his gaze between the two with a bewildered expression on his visage.

Geto stands there for a bit before he continues to walk out of the classroom.

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Earlier . . . “I gotta find Nananmi!” Haibara says as he runs as fast as he can away from his senior. “No running in the halls!” Sensei Yaga bellows as the junior passes by his office. “I’m so sorry!”

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(❀❛ ֊ ❛„)♡ reblogs and comments are appreciated//do not repost my work anywhere

You think you can all forgive me that I haven’t updated this for long? I was dealing with a great loss. But I’m happy to finally pick this up and it’s very warming to see that people still read this every now and then. I haven't been writing lately but I hope the style didn't change much.

***Tag list: @dookiemeshibear @pochapo @xiaolangg @strflp @str4wberryspots @yu6mi @swinginmakerclodsuitcase @spaalightts @shadowstar123 @kaeyaviado

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eastwindmlk · 8 hours

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A @jilymicrofics for the prompt Retire, Jan 14th

Word count: 838

It was strange, after more than half a century, to be cleaning up her office for the final time. To carefully wrap her trusty tea set in yesterday’s Prophet, sift through the boxes of paperwork in search of what to archive, what to keep and what to finally bin.

As she sorted through an assortment of old assignments and Christmas cards from a bygone age, Minerva finds herself reminiscing. Once familiar faces and voices curled from the depths of her mind, a fond smile on her face.

The corners of her lips trembled like her aged hands when her fingers brushed along a script that gave her pause. Because even after all these years, all these hundreds of students, she could still tell whose penmanship this was.

The large letters crammed onto the parchment, like he knew he was going to run out of space for his sweeping t’s and large loops. The words slanting upwards as if wanting to escape from the paper.

She did not doubt that, at the time, that was precisely what he’d had on his mind, while stuck doing a detention assignment for her. It was supposed to be an essay, but in true James Potter fashion, he’d ignored the explicit instruction and instead composed a letter.

Dearest Minerva,

As we sit across from each other in your office, a pot of lapsang souchong between us, I am aware you are pretending to be cross with me. For the sake of posterity, I will pretend with you. Though we both know that they deserved every miserable second.

In the future, however, I will strive for a more creative solution. Even if I think turning their belts into snakes was quite a nifty piece of transfiguration. I will let you be the judge of that. Being the expert and all that.

Speaking of the future, I am supposed to write an essay about where I see myself next year. Which I could have answered effortlessly a fortnight ago. But things changed. Every paper is full of it now. And I refuse to sit idle just because I happened to have been born into a family that fits into their narrow view of our world.

One year from now, I will be as restless as ever. Using the privilege that comes with my name to help those who cannot help themselves. However, unlike before, I will not humour myself with the delusion that this can be achieved by mere words.

I will gladly put my wand with my conviction and face whatever is in store beyond the safety of these walls. Together with my friends, we will make a difference.

My friends and I are talking about getting a place together, somewhere nice and lively. We were hoping to travel, see some of the world. Those plans are on hold, at least for now. Though none of us will say it aloud, we hope that the four of us will be around for it.

So, we spend evenings talking about this trip, imagining places to go and things to do in the hopes that the four of us will get to go.

Hopefully, I will be dating Lily Evans. (Please don’t tell her I said that.) I think she is finally coming round to me. She no longer glares in my direction, though I can still feel her eyes on me sometimes.

Maybe I am crazy, but I can tell it is her just from the way it feels. Her watching me is special somehow. Often I itch to turn to her, to catch her looking. To catch a glimpse of her smile or her fluster. Just the fraction of a moment where I can believe she might actually feel the same way.

Or maybe not the same way. I would not wish this complete and utter agony on her. If she does come to fall for me, I hope she falls softer. I hope that I am not too blind to see and catch her before the rough landing.

That is only if I will ever be lucky enough to be enough for her. To have grown into a person, she can depend on rather than the childish prick (I am so sorry, did not mean to curse.) I used to be.

I am afraid I am running out of space. I could fill several more rolls of parchment (Which is not me asking for more) with hopes and wishes for the year ahead. Some more achievable (Pass my N.E.W.T. s) and some more hopeful (Snog Lily Evans. Again, please don’t tell her I wrote any of this.)

Your favourite student,

James Potter

Her fingers crumpled the paper where she gripped it tight, a lump rising in her throat. Her eyes scanned the content of the letter once more before pressing it briefly to her heart before placing it atop her pile of keepsakes.

Minerva pushed herself to her feet, in dire need of a break and craving a cup of lapsang souchong.

#jily fic #jple #jily #james potter #lily evans #minerva mcgonagall #jily microfic #marauders fanfiction

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joshsbimbo · 2 days

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reservation for three

part one ♡ part two ♡ part three

pairings: stalker! mike schmidt x pregnant! reader

warnings: drinking while pregnant, mike unknowingly jacking off to you, mentions of your past bf’s

a/n: i’m back from the dead

♡ ‘Hello Mike, Thank you for making a reservation. We are pleased to inform you that your booking is confirmed. We are expecting you on Saturday at 7:00 PM.’

♡ mike closed his laptop as he sighed in relief, he promised to give you the best date ever and he would keep that promise if he had to cross every line for you.

mikey: Hi, baby.

I made reservations for Saturday at 7 pm.

you: YAYAYAY <333 thank uuu mikeyyyy!!

mikey: Of course. I want our first date to be perfect.

you: ur too sweet :( i’m already planning what to wear for u hehe

mikey: You better show me.

But I already know you’ll look beautiful.

you: 🍑 do u likeyyy :3

image description: you angling your phone to capture (mostly) your ass and outfit. you’re wearing an off-shoulder sweater tucked into a mini pencil skirt. you purposefully lifted up your skirt a bit to show your pink panties.

mikey: Aren’t we supposed to be taking things slow?

you: ur no fun >:(

mikey: You look beautiful.

I wish I could see under those panties.

♡ “OH MY GOD! do you know what he just fucking said?” you squeal and cover your face, not wanting your best friend to see your flushed face.

♡ “what? what did he say?” she rolled her eyes. the only thing you’ve been talking about is mike. ‘oh my gosh, mike! mike just did this. mike just did that. mike, mike, MIKE.

♡ “he said HE WANTS TO SEE UNDER MY PANTIES!!” your voice becoming louder and higher as you finished your sentence, squealing as you face plant into your stuffed animal.

♡ “he’s such a whore.” she was tired of hearing about another basic man in your life, like get a grip.

♡ “so am i! we’re perfect for each other!”

♡ she rolled over to the other side of the bed, “worst sleepover ever.”

♡ “okay! okay! look!” you throw your phone onto your bean bag which is on the other side of the room. “i’m all yours.”

♡ “you promise?”

♡ “yes!” you gasp, “let’s bake a cake! i have strawberry cake mix!”

♡ it was saturday. he hung his suit on his racket, making sure it wouldn’t get wrinkled. he can’t afford to mess up, not when your best friend thinks he’s a ‘maybe’.. he’s not a maybe, he’s the one.

♡ who would pay for their partner’s nails without them even asking? not a shit boyfriend. INCLUDING TIP! when has a man ever done that for either of you?

♡ he looked into the mirror and made sure he looked good, picking at his teeth with floss, even putting on lotion to layer his cologne with… he learned that from you.

♡ he studied the men you used to date, desperately wanting to one-up them and it was easy… most of these men had no manners or self-respect. their instagram posts showing them flaunting their money or the “bitches'' they get. they were fucking gross. he was different. the only reason he was on social media was to look at your posts. anger and lust becoming worse at every stroke, looking at your almost nude photoshoots… but now? you’ll make it known that it’s him taking these pictures for you, that you’re his and he’s yours. he’ll make sure of it.

♡ mike nervously picked at his nails as he waited outside the restaurant for you. the wind fluffed up his curls, adding a touch of his usual messiness to his neat appearance. his heart raced with anticipation, and he couldn't help but steal glances at his phone, checking the time as if a minute could pass by faster.

♡ then there you were. as if god herself had suddenly appeared, your presence filled the air with a captivating energy. mike's anxiousness dissolved into a mixture of relief and excitement as he laid eyes on you.

♡ “god, i underdressed.” you scan his suit.

♡ “no, you look amazing as ever.”

♡ “as do you..” you tug at his tie playfully, pulling him close like you’re about to kiss him.

♡ a rush of warmth spread through mike's chest as you pulled him. the sight of you took his breath away, and he couldn't help but feel incredibly fortunate to be sharing this moment with someone as amazing as you. you two kissed softly.

♡ “well, let me lead the way.” he holds out his arm to take you into his, entering the restaurant as his heart races. he couldn’t believe this was happening, you were finally close to him and you wanted to be with him! the smell of your perfume made his head spin, making him lose his balance briefly.

♡ you giggle, “you okay, mikey?”

♡ “i’m way better than okay.” he smiled at you like a lovesick puppy, no one has ever seen this side of him.

♡ “shut up.” you playfully hit his arm.

♡ your touch was addicting. all he wanted to do was hold onto you forever, feel you closer, be insi-

♡ “good evening! do you two have reservations?” the hostess asked.

♡ “yes! under mike schmidt.”

♡ she scanned the list and looked up, “i’ll take you to your table!”

♡ you continued to hold onto him as he followed the hostess. the table was nicely set with a flickering candle in the middle, casting a warm glow over the room. soft music played in the background, creating a romantic ambiance that perfectly matched the moment.

♡ “the waiter will be with you shortly.” she chirped.

♡ “thank you.” he gave a kind smile to her before looking back into your eyes. he scanned your appearance, adoring your red cheeks, your radiant smile, and the way your eye makeup glittered. he couldn't imagine being anywhere else, with anyone else. “you’re so beautiful.”

♡ you never felt this way about a man in forever. he actually made you feel seen, not like a piece of meat. it felt refreshing but terrifying. the guilt in your stomach became worse, what about the fucking baby in your womb? you looked away from his gaze, “oh shush..”

♡ “no, i really mean it.”

♡ you clutched onto your skirt nervously, “thank you, mikey.” it felt so natural being with him.

♡ the waiter soon came and took your orders. “can i also order a bottle of red wine, please?” he knew he shouldn’t do this, but he needed you to tell him specifically that you’re pregnant. you’re a smart girl though, you would never drink while his baby was inside you. he looked at you, “is that okay?”

♡ “of course, mhm!” you exclaimed. you didn’t want to be rude, he was offering and he already did so much for you but, fuck, was this stressful.

♡ oh. okay. do you not care about the health of his baby? how coul- no, you don’t even know it’s his. he tries to calm down but you pick up on his sudden anger from his facial expression. “sorry, i had a rough day.”

♡ you reach out and rub his hand comfortably, “i hope i can make it better.”

♡ “just you being here makes me feel better.” and now the guilt is hitting harder.

♡ the waiter brought out the food and wine, pouring two glasses. mike tried to gain eye contact with you but you kept playing with your food, shaking as the fork tried to grab onto a piece of salmon.

♡ “hey, are you okay?” he asked. the look of concern in his face made the lump in your throat bigger, tears smudged your makeup as you tried to gather your thoughts. you took a big sip of your wine to try to stop yourself from crying, swallowing the lump along with the tart liquid. his breath hitched. seriously? he expected better from you but he held his emotions back.

♡ “mhm.. are you?”

♡ he reached out his hand to hold yours, “c’mon, princess. you can tell me.” the guilt in you grew. i mean- it’s not like some dude came in you while you two were dating, it happened way before you met mike! so why the fuck do you feel so guilty?

♡ “i’m pregnant.” you blurted out. was that.. a smile..? no, you’re crazy. his lips were turned into a frown as he rubbed your hand comfortably.

♡ “that’s okay... but this happened before we started-”

♡ “yes, yes. i actually really like you, that’s why i didn't want to,,, you know.”

♡ he pretended to let out a breath of relief, but he knew it was his baby. he tries to hide his excitement but it’s hard when his cheeks are already a soft pink and there’s an uncomfortable feeling in his pants. “i like you too.” he says as he pulls the wine glass away from you, “but this… isn’t good for the baby.”

♡ you sniffled, “i don’t even know if i’m keeping it.”

♡ “i’ll be here for you no matter what you decide to do, but i’m sure you would make a great mom.”

♡ “why are you so sweet to me, mike?”

♡ because you’re all he ever wanted since the first time he saw you, but he didn’t say that. instead he said, “because you’re sweeter.”

thank u for reading and for being so patient with me <3 i love u all

#mike schmidt #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt x reader smut #josh hutcherson #josh hutcherson fanfic

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the-marigold-reception · 2 days

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Hi! I was wondering if you could do Mordecai writing a love letter confessing his feelings to his love interest. I believe he wouldn’t be as poetic as Rocky, but since he is so into reading and talking with big words I do think it would be a little dramatic letter. Just a paroxysm of everything he may feel.

If you don’t like that idea, how about him as a secret admirer? (As you may have noticed, I am quite a big fan of love letters, lmao). How he would struggle to leave his letters without being seen and the way he would try to get his crush to say anything about it while not looking suspiciously involved.

Thank you very much. Your page is my favourite, so I hope you don’t mind taking one of my ideas.

To Whom It May Concern,

I have admired you for some time now, and I must confess my feelings. Your presence captivates me, and I find myself thinking of you incessantly. I harbor a deep affection for you that cannot remain unspoken any longer.

Yours Truly,

A Secret Admirer

It takes him a while to actually place the letter somewhere you’ll find it

He’s so nervous to be this vulnerable about his emotions

When he finally posts the letter into your letterbox, in the dead of night, fully decked out in black so no one- not even you would be unable to spot him

The next night he’ll come back and see the letter is gone- now he knows the waiting game is afoot

He won’t have to ask you if you’ve received any weird mail because you’ll come straight to him

(He’s very happy that you depend on him for help with simple things)

“Mordecai! I got this letter and I realllllly want to know who it is- can you help me draw up a systematic chart of likely to unlikely?”

The strong urge to tell you it’s him starts there

But he is flattered when you write his name down first out of anyone-

If you don’t figure it out after the first letter, he’ll send you another

To Whom It May Concern

It is with a trembling hand and an eager heart that I pen these words to you. The world around us is a tempest of change and noise, yet in your presence, I find a sanctuary of calm. The bustle of the city, the clamor of the jazz bands, all fade into a distant murmur when I am with you. It is as if time itself pauses, granting us a stolen moment of eternity.

How I wish I could express these feelings openly, but alas, the constraints of our world bind me to the shadows.

Yet, let this letter serve as a beacon of my affection, a silent testimony to the depths of my devotion. Until the day we can walk freely under the sun, I shall remain, faithfully and fervently,

Yours, in silence and in longing.

He’s a bit worried about what your reaction will be when you figure out it’s him

If you figure out it’s him-

You definitely know

You snuck into his office and checked the penmanship, the speech pattern was the same as Mordecai’s and he’d started to get increasingly nervous around you

One day a letter is slid under Mordecai’s office door whilst he’s working

To my Longing Admirer

Your letter found its way to my heart as surely as a sunbeam pierces through the morning mist. Your words, so tender and earnest, have stirred within me a curiosity and a longing I can scarcely describe.

It is with a blend of trepidation and exhilaration that I respond to your heartfelt confession. The sentiments you have shared resonate deeply with my own unspoken dreams and desires. Though the world may impose its boundaries upon us, I find myself yearning to transcend them, if only for a moment.

Might we dare to meet, and allow our hearts the luxury of true connection? If it pleases you, let us rendezvous at the Serendipity Tearoom on the corner of Elm and Rose, this Saturday at three o'clock. There, amidst the soft murmur of whispered secrets and the delicate clink of teacups, we may find solace in each other's company.

I shall be the one with a single gardenia, tucked gently in the folds of my dress. Until then, I remain,

Yours in hopeful anticipation,

An Enchanted Soul

[should I do a Part 2?]

#lackadaisy x reader #lackadaisy mordecai x reader #lackadaisy mordecai #mordecai heller #mordecai heller x reader

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Just saw you reply to an anon talking about how cute you and your bf are and I wanna butt in a little🤭

I would love to know how you guys met! Did you kind of manifest the relationship completely like shifting, or did you bump into him somewhere

Hehe 🤭 okay, I'll tell you~~~

I never manifested anyone because I never wanted to at that time but yea, I had always wanted to have this specific relationship and I would play out the relationship with taehyung in my mind. Like I would read ff and put myself in the place of y/n and visualise myself with tae 😭

I always remember saying to my friends that I'll have a "hot, rich and CEO bf" That's it!

Our love story falls under the "love at first sight" trope. (We literally didn't fall in love, it happened gradually but there was a spark in the first meeting itself and the feelings were mutual)

I was actually out with my friends as our exams were over and then, I saw this new cafe that has opened in our area and then I saw this cute guy and lemme tell y'all, he was so fucking gorgeous 😭🤌 (I wish I could share his pics but privacy 😩)

I was in my "fuck men" Era and wasn't even searching for a relationship but when I saw him, I was like, "nah, I have to get him. I need him now" 🤭😭

And then yea, I made the first move. I asked for his Instagram ID. and he was so shy back then, (he still is) he would blush even on having an eye contact.

It was his cafe actually, he's into business. I walked into the cafe and y'all we both were blushing, he was fucking red. I blushed even more 🫠🫠🫠 I melted there. And then I came later and then made my move. He kinda denied saying that, "relationship might hurt both of us if it doesn't work out well" but I didn't stop there, I needed him so I still talked to him and soon after denying twice, he agreed and it happened over a random text at fricking 1 am in the midnight 🫣

He told me he liked me from the very first time too but he wasn't sure about it.

So, we met only thrice before we started dating and we knew each other for less than a month only prior to dating. I can't fcking believe that I pulled out a gem in less than a fcking month, he so loyal.

And the great thing is I'm his first girlfriend 🫠🫶 so is he to me, if we don't count the bf that I had when I was 13, we weren't serious— it was just the tag "gf, bf" So yeah, my current bf is my first ever serious relationship. And we have been together for over a year now and going strong~

He's literally the Wattpad bf, he's shy yet a freak 🤭 couldn't ask for more. Two strangers fell in love in less than a month 🤭❤

It got so long because I got so excited 😭 sorry for the long paragraph~

I love him so much and he does too, you can see it in his eyes. He fricking loves me, oh to be loved by the one you love 😭🤭💗 that's why I'm trying to revise his d3ath, never gonna give him up 🥹🫶

I'm typing all these in the present tense because I believe he's alive. I hope you don't get confused!

#law of assumption #loa #loassumption #revision #loa success #loassblog #revising death #death revision #loa blog #manifesation #manifestation success story #manifesting

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