#That blasted necklace lol | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

viridianevergarden · 1 month

Note

You’ve probably posted about this before but I haven’t seen it…I am interested to hear an Elriel take on the “something sparked in just chest” line from the acosf bonus chapter. That language has been used by Sarah to describe the feelings between mates multiple times in her books. Why is this time different in your opinion?

Hi Anon, this is actually a really good question.

So as an elriel, I do know that my opinions might seem hella biased here but I’ll try to keep a neutral standpoint and be 100% honest with my thought process.

I actually haven’t posted about this whole sequence or this specific line yet so this will be the first. I might as well cover the whole thing.

Let’s start with reading the whole piece:

So Azriel woke up. It’s the morning after solstice, the morning after the slap in the face that was the “You will stay away from Elain” line. Instead of taking the necklace back to the jewelers on the square, he decided to descend the steps of the House. To the library.

Given the context of the initial line before the “spark” line, I think that Az was feeling some type of relief that Clotho agreed, essentially saying “yes, I will give it to her. She will be happy to have it, she deserves it.” (Kind of like an “oh thank god” moment.)

A spark of positivity to Clotho heeding his request at his insistence of giving it away. A spark of positivity in someone else having it. A spark of some mixed emotion rather, perhaps? It was definitely an emotion, but it’s been kept vague for us to determine. We don’t necessarily know if it is indeed positive or negative. Hell, we don’t even know if Az knows. (I’m thinking he doesn’t given it’s his POV and it’s referred to as “something”)

I personally don’t think it was romantically charged or magical in any type of way. I don’t think it had anything to do with the lightsinger theory either, at least not this specific spark line. Not with the current context.

Now this may seem far fetched but I think that Azriel came down with the intention of giving the necklace away, namebombing Gwyn in the process because she was the first person he ran into immediately after the fiasco. Of course she’d be the first person he thought of who just so happened to live in the library.

But even then, Azriel didn’t truly care who got the necklace, so long as it was taken off of his hands.

Observe:

“Look, I…” Az searched for the words, his voice becoming quiet. “If there’s another priestess here who might appreciate it, give it to them. But I’m not taking that necklace with me when I leave.”

He just wanted the necklace gone. Away from him. But you may ask, well why didn’t he just return it to the jewelers then?

If I put myself in Az’s shoes, taking into consideration how he sees himself and how he generally is, my thought process would be something like this:

“I’d rather someone have it than no one.”

“At least someone could put it to use.”

“I don’t want to return it, it’d be a waste.”

If I took that necklace back to the jewelers, I’d feel worse. It’d be humiliating. Not to mention the idea of, “if she doesn’t want it, and it hurts me too much to keep it, perhaps someone else could find better use for it.” That’s what it was, I think, that motivated him to give it away.

And so he did.

He left the library thinking of her reaction to getting the necklace and her eyes lighting up. Because it made him feel better to know that someone else would feel joy in receiving the gift with no strings attached. Thats why he explicitly stated that he wants the gift to be anonymously given.

And this small detail that I see a lot make note of:

“Buried the image down deep, where it glowed quietly.”

When anything is described with the words “glow” and “quietly” together, I think of a soft glow, and a soft glow is typically something of comfort or provides comfort.

The image of someone’s joy in receiving a gift that he’s at a loss to do with comforts him. Gwyn or not, I think it’d be the same.

As for this particular spark line being related to other SJM couples in the ACOTAR universe as well as ToG and CC, I’m aware of its presence in all series. I’m aware of its weight that it holds and what it has eluded to before.

However…

This is a bonus chapter.

This is a bonus chapter from a limited edition version of ACoSF that cannot be bought anymore— that was then available to US only.

Most casual readers are unaware of this chapter’s existence. I know I was unaware until I stumbled upon ship discourse online. I read the books by myself then got online to see the fandom.

I was wondering “why ship Azriel with Gwyn??? That’s so random.” So I literally had to search online for this chapter after seeing mentions of a bonus chapter. I read it off of a google doc 😂.

Here’s the thing. Since this is an exclusive bonus chapter, SJM would not set up a whole new ship in it. Not to mention it’d seem rather sudden given what little moments we’ve seen of Azriel and Gwyn in each other’s presence that were worth the page space.

And also the specific “he wouldn’t go so far as to call Gwyn a friend” comment in the chapter. I don’t think anything’s been set up. That supposed spark, I think, was just to show his mixed emotions about giving the necklace away.

And if it was in fact romantically charged, why put it in such an exclusive bonus chapter? I think it should’ve been a pivotal moment for all to see.

So that’s my current state of thinking. If I dawn upon anything else I’ll probably post about it and reblog this. I know I am most likely going to post about Az’s Shadows and their behaviors, at least what I think on them and how they revolve around Mor, Gwyn, Elain and music. Same thing with a Thing of Secret, Lovely Beauty. I’m still confused about that. Theres a million different takes for that.

But I hope this gives you some sort of answer that at least made sense? Lol.

#acotar #pro elriel #azriel shadowsinger #azriel #elriel #gwyneth berdara #That blasted necklace lol #I don’t hate Gwyn #I actually love her #but I just don’t see the chemistry some of you see

22 notes · View notes

christopher067 · 7 days

Text

IDOL / NECKLACE + EARRINGS

hi ♡ soooo 2 things... guess who has new cc for you today and may or may not have his adhd meds after not having them for like 3 months 🤭 it's me hi you can probably tell lmao. I feel like I haven't put this much stuff out in so long but i'm having a blast sooo 🤪 Today I have for you this stunnningggggg set with a shining and shimmering diamond-studded Cuban link chain necklace and matching hoop earrings! I am obsessed with this chain mesh tbh.. like I think it is so pretty, and of course diamonds make everything just a smidge better lol. Hope you love this settttt !! 💝✨

Necklace

21 Metal Tones

New Mesh by Me

Custom Thumbnail

HQ Mod Compatible

Does NOT have morphs

Earrings

8 Metal Tones

New Mesh by Me

Custom Thumbnail

HQ Mod Compatible

DOWNLOAD NECKLACE

DOWNLOAD EARRINGS

♡

If you use my content be sure to tag me, #christopher067 or @christopher067

If you want to edit my creations check my T.O.U. ♡

⭒ Both of these have my new Prism Version included! So this item has 8 extra swatches that are made to work with the Color Slider Mod by thepancake1 and MizoreYukii. If you have the mod installed you can use the sliders to change the color of the diamonds!! If you do not have the mod then enjoy the extra swatches! ⭒

353 notes · View notes

tryingtofindava · 3 months

Text

𝐍𝐢𝐧𝐚 & 𝐂𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐦𝐛𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫*ೃ༄

a/n: this one’s been dusty in the drafts since November lol

: ̗̀➛Back to source

╰┈➤ 𝐍𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫

OMG.

She literally loves you and your aesthetic sm.

Personally, I can imagine her being Scene x Bimbo if ykwim.

I can imagine you having the JUICIEST drama to share with one and other during your weekly sleepover.

You guys know everything about EVERYONE!

Even letting Jane, Nat, and Toby in on the drama sometimes too, bcs let’s be honest with ourselves. The conversations and tea spilling would be funny af.

Shit talking bout the boys in the manor™ (Jeff being your guys main target.)

Feeding into each other’s delusions.

Late night drives to Starbucks while blasting Ayesha Erotica. (ur guys song is deffo Juicy Couture)

“She has McDonald’s! Y/n where did you get McDonald’s?”

“…McDonald’s?”

“Bitch, give me a fry.”

“Is that how you ask?”

“Bitch PLEASE give me a fry.”

UGH DON’T EVEN, YOU GUYS DO EACH OTHERS MAKE UP RELIGIOUSLY.

Even better.

Y’know that one pic of the couple doing each others make up?

This one?

Literally u guys. (Had to make it pink for the vibe bro)

You guys share clothes, you have a cute mini skirt? She’s wearing it. She had a tank top that went with your outfit? You’re wearing it. (Maybe even sharing thongs..)

All I’m saying, is that you guys are very close!! Ppl in the manor mistake you guys for dating.

And tbh, you guys own it.

╰┈➤ 𝐗-𝐕𝐢𝐫𝐮𝐬

The duo that serves Cunt.

His name for you on his phone is ‘Barbie💖’ (which is fine tbh bcs your name for him is Frankenstein.)

You guys fit in the trope listener x gossiper and it’s acc so cute.

He’s acc not a big fan of the aesthetic (he’s still salty a girl in high school who was also a bimbo declined to go out w him.) but it’s okay bcs it’s you.

OMFG YOU KNOW WHEN YOU LOOK AT YOUR FRIENDS WHEN SOMEONE SAYS THE MOST OUT RAGOUS SHIT EVER, YOU TWO ARE KNOWN FOR THAT.

He’s probs chill bout you practicing make up on him too.

Yk that one scene in Brave.

This one.

It’s literally him covering your eyes while he’s letting you chill w him in his lab. Because for some fucking reason you thought it would be a good idea to look at the blinding lights of his viruses?¿?¿

ALR HE’S PROBABLY SMITTEN OVER YOU.

Ask him to do something? Oh he’s doing it alright. But not without bitching and whining the whole time.

“Do you know where I could get one of those cute necklaces with the T on it?”

“That’s a cross.”

“Across from where?”

✯.★*°•.°✯•.★*°°·.•°★•✯.★*°•.°✯•.★*°°·.•°★•

#creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta hcs #creepypasta reader #creepypasta x you #creepypasta x female reader #nina the killer x reader #nina the killer #nina hopkins #x virus #cody creepypasta

146 notes · View notes

lvieee · 10 months

Text

shen ricky bf headcannons

-cringe pick up lines “are you a fruit? bcs ur watermelon” 我的美人 wo de mei ren, means my beautiful person. and you would be like “what??” then he has to explain it to u. found it on tiktok lol and it reminded me of him.

-i think he would be the type to get jelly pretty easily but hides it and doesn’t want to admit it, but you know him too well. “whatchu mean im jealous, im not.” he says with the pouty face. “rickyyy he’s just a friend.” “hm”

-would turn into a tomato if u hug him out of nowhere. he was on his phone waiting for you to finish whatever you were doing outside your house when you come up to him from behind and wrap your hands around his waist. “you scared me.” “aww ur blushing”he says nothing then just takes your hand and brings u with him while trying to hide his smile.

-loves it when you send him memes you find. i also think he would unfollow meme accounts he used to follow so he doesn’t see the memes before you send it to him iygwim. found this on ig

-melts when u give him the puppy eyes.

-buys you things he thinks will suit you. bracelets,earrings,necklaces

-keeps your favorite snacks with him. you were feeling down and not talking then he just gives u snacks and not say anything, you instantly feel much better.

-guitaristricky! would learn your favorite songs on the guitar so he can record them and send it to u.

-melts when you call him by his chinese name. “what did u just call me ?” “nothing” you say while smiling. he says nothing but just looks at you and smirks (IDK HOW TO EXPLAIN IT BUT I HOPE U GET WIM)

-longdistancebfricky! would stay up late to talk to you, and listen to you ramble about your day.

-would send you selfies of him when he’s bored/when he misses u.

-would buy you things randomly.

-would write letters for youu. (IDK HE LOOKS LIKE THE TYPE TO WRITE LETTERS)

-would learn about things you like so he would understand when you talk about it, and also so you two can do it together

- would take you out on night drives. you were on bed doing nothing while u received a text from your boyfriend “im downstairs” u we’re confused bcs yall didn’t make plans earlier. “wanna get your fav food?” and after that he would just drive around with no destination and blast music in his car lol.

note: first time doing this lol, dunno if i’ll ever write again but i hope you enjoy what i wrote haha. do correct me if i make any mistakes hehe. stay hydrated everyone !!

#zb1 ricky #shen quan rui #ricky shen #zb1 x reader #ricky zb1 #ricky #shen quanrui #shen ricky #young and rich #iminlovewithricky

295 notes · View notes

khllentxene · 2 years

Text

There are so many little hints that it’s actually Riku who is the Child of Destiny. Yes, the audience is supposed to immediately assume it’s Sora. And in a way it is because Riku chose to pass the Keyblade (and his heart) to Sora. Like “the Child of Destiny will combine his heart with another”

They do that. They do that with the Gayblade. That suspiciously still don’t have a name. Riku is Sora’s Dreameater. We have Yozora. This weird mish-mash of things and traits combining Sora and Riku (but mostly looks like Riku)

And then there’s just the fact that Sora is a “dull, ordinary boy”. Throughout Sora’s journey, this has always been who he is. How he’s described by anyone who has a 6th sense about this stuff. By Nomura. And it wouldn’t be the first time Nomura has only answered with what is present knowledge. But with Riku, Nomura has said “I haven’t revealed what Riku really is yet” and has taken SO. Much. Time. Showing over and over again the Riku has a heart full of Light. Zexion ponders “What is he? No one has worn the darkness like him before.” Terra and Aqua saw so much Light in Riku and were drawn into Destiny Islands just because of how much of a Special Boy tm Riku is.

And like my last reblog mentions, Riku is capable of holding his darkness without succumbing to it. (I wonder if the Dark Road line was changed because Nomura was like “Hm, maybe this is making it too obvious” lol)

The only, and I mean ONLY thing holding me back from 1000% believing this theory and keeping me at %99 sure is the whole empathy powers thing. Both Sora and Riku have shown capabilities for this, with Sora’s being more noticeable, like opening his heart to Ventus as a child, and like, that scene in the Frozen world where Sora feels Anna’s heart get blasted by Elsa’s magic. While Riku’s empathy powers seem zero focused on Sora. Noticing Sora crying before he cries in bbs, feeling Sora’s distress in the Keyblade Graveyard before he even sees Sora, and so on. But! At the same time, Sora’s empathy link with Ventus can be explained by what happens early in bbs, with baby Sora sharing his heart with Ven. My only working theory for explaining the Elsa/Anna/Heart blast thing is that either Riku’s powers are rubbing off on Sora, which would make enough sense, if Sora gets the Keyblade then it makes sense other abilities might transfer over as well. Or because Sora related so much to Anna/Elsa’s struggles to his own conflict with Riku, it opened his heart to feeling Anna’s pain or some kind of heart connection thing like that, y’know?

Whereas Riku’s instances doing this are played a lot more subtly with with no explanation (other than Riku just having the same kind of heart connection with Sora I was just talking about) so it certainly leads me to believe with my full chest that Sora is a red herring as the Child of Destiny, while it’s actually Riku. (But then y’know, also Sora cause Riku chose Sora. :V)

And then when you add on the whole “We haven’t completed the whole “Thank Namine” plotline yet” and the Necklace Theory., and the symbolism of, if the Necklace theory holds true, Riku giving Sora a *crown* necklace. Like, I’d say I just have a hunch about all this, but it’s more like a mountain.

And yeah, definitely not the first person to point all of this out, I just needed to write some of my own thoughts down.

#kingdom hearts #kh #soriku #riku #sora #child of destiny #theory

371 notes · View notes

bots-and-cons · 1 year

Note

Requesting hc's for Op, Starscream, and Jackie meeting a human who has an Amulet stone (if you don't know what that is basically the reader has a magic stone on a necklace that let's them create shields, lift things, and create destructive energy blasts) and the reader, (much to their surprise) is doing their best to help them fight and protect them. Idk the thoughts have been on my mind lately, and I'm excited that asks are back open!! Drink some water!!

A pretty simple request and easy to write, also fun. The OP one is a bit different, because I wrote it first, and didn’t read the request properly, which happens pretty often lol

~Wheeljack~

•Jackie is appreciative of the help, especially because he was about to get blown to bits, but he’s also very curious about how you could do that

•When the dust settles and you’re still there, Jackie has so many questions

•”How can you do that?” What’s that glowing rock on your necklace?” “What more can you do?”

•You’re pretty confused because yes you have answers to all of his questions, but what the hell is he?

•You just wanted to help him, because he seemed to be in a bad situation, and you didn’t really think about what he was in that moment

•He could’ve been the bad guy in the situation, and you just saved him, so now you’re really hoping he isn’t going to turn his weapon on you

•Jackie of course doesn’t do that, but he can still see you’re a bit scared, so he backs off a bit

•You end up getting tangled up in the whole autobots vs decepticons situation, because Jackie takes you to the base with him and you become a part of the team, just like the trouble trio

~Optimus Prime~

•Optimus is quite detail oriented, so he has noticed you’ve got a necklace, and he sometimes thinks he can see it glowing or pulsating with energy

•But that couldn’t possibly be the case, right?

•After the whole scraplet thing was over, the base wasn’t very structurally sound, and things kept falling, which wasn’t really a problem for the bots, because usually whatever it was that fell was quite small

•But one time it was a big pipe, and it was about to fall on Raf so you used your amulet stone to create a shield on top of him so he wouldn’t get hurt

•Optimus was the only one in the room at the time in addition to you and Raf so he of course saw the whole thing

•You try to act very nonchalant about it, and Optimus doesn’t really ask about it any further

•A bit later you feel like you should probably explain yourself to him, so you tell him that the amulet stone is a family heirloom of sorts and you don’t use it very much, because someone might take it from you if they knew what it could do

•But since the autobots would have no use for it, you don’t fear using it with them

•You don’t know it, but the amulet stone actually only works with you

•You use it to help the autobots and protect the trouble trio

•Though the “protecting the trouble trio” seems to be your main function

•Optimus has a few questions for you, like “What can you do with the amulet stone?” and “Would you please keep yourself away from the fighting?”

•You just want to help, but you do understand Optimus worrying about you so much

~Starscream~

•So Screamer was in a bit of a bad situation when suddenly a purple shield appeared in front of him

•He’s of course startled and feeling like he’s in even more danger, but he soon realizes that the shield is there to protect him

•There’s a faint stream of energy coming from behind a nearby tree and when the situation finally calms down, the shield disappears and Starscream sees someone trying to sneak away

•He pretty much grabs you off the ground and brings you close to his face to get a better look

•You considered expanding the energy shield around yourself to make him loosen his grip on you, but you were so high up you decided it would be a bad idea

•So he’s just staring at you with an annoyed look, but when he notices the necklace and notices that it’s glowing he drops you because he got scared

•You fall to the ground trying to soften your fall with a blast of energy, but you’re still pretty hurt

•Starscream is pointing his blaster at you, because he doesn’t know what you can do

•He just starts backing away, before transforming into his alt-mode and flying away

•No words were exchanged, and you didn’t know what the situation really was about, but you saw he was the underdog in the situation so you just wanted to help

#transformers #tfp #transformers prime #autobots #wheeljack #optimus prime #decepticons #starscream #tfp headcanons #reader insert #platonic transformers x reader

172 notes · View notes

awkwardlyfangirly · 2 years

Note

HI TGIS IS MY FIRST REQUEST EVER SO YEA

MAYBE A GN READER THATS FRIENDS WITH THE TURTLES BUT HAS MORE A CONNECTION WITH LEO AND THE READER GETS ATTACKED BY SOME CRIMINALS AND LEO SAMES THEM AND ENDED UP DOING THE SPIDER-MAN KISS AND THAT WOULD BE LIKE THEIR FIRST KISS TOGETHER OMFG

I AM SO HONORED TO BE YOUR FIRST REQUEST EVER

hope u enjoy! :)

/////////////

rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles fanfiction ~ Leonardo x female reader ~ tw/cw: reader gets somewhat unsuccessfully mugged in an alley lol

/////////////

You were normal, right?

Like, you didn’t have a lot of friends. That was normal.

And you were a senior in high school. That was also normal.

You lived in an apartment with your dad, and you had two older sisters who were studying abroad, and you had a hamster named Oreo Cupcake, and you had a lot of posters on your walls. Normal.

You were normal, right? Right??

You’d spent so, so many years of your life desperately wanting to not be normal. Just wanting something, anything, to happen to you. Just wanting to stand out.

And look at you now. Spending so much of your time hanging upside-down off your bed, blasting music into your eardrums at a volume that will probably cause early hearing loss, staring at the texts pinging into your phone and just wishing that your life was anything resembling normal.

Because the truth of the matter was that you were not normal. Not at all.

Your few friends were four color-coordinated human/turtle mutant ninjas who lived in the sewers, blew up your phone with the weirdest texts you’d ever be able to imagine, and annoyed the chicken nuggets out of you. They wouldn’t be normal even if they didn’t live in the sewers or weren’t, you know, mutant human/turtle ninjas. Also April, who was technically “normal,” but lived the same decidedly un-normal existence as you.

Not normal. You weren’t normal.

You hung out in the sewers most of the time with your ninja turtle friends and sometimes encountered other weird things like a raging celebrity chef turned pig mutant who tried to kill you or a raging news anchor turned worm mutant who tried to kill you or a sweet and bubbly random dude turned capybara mutant who constantly provided you with the best lemonade you’d ever had and --

and yeah. Not normal.

Which is why you felt… decidedly unsurprised when you found yourself being backed against a wall by a pair of humanlike foxes -- or foxlike humans -- in a dark alleyway. Unsurprised; just disappointed. You knew better than this. You shouldn’t be getting mugged.

“I don’t want trouble,” you said. Your eyelids were so heavy. You’d just finished the closing shift at work; you’d been getting your hands cracked and calloused with mop and broom handles for the past thirty minutes. You just wanted to get home and put on Phineas and Ferb and sleep.

The yokai or mutant or whatever standing on the left smiled, his teeth vicious and bright in the artificial moonlight of the city. “Should’ve thought of that before you bothered to come here wearing that.” He reached out with a sharp, curved claw to hook the chain around your neck, scratching your skin a bit.

“Okay,” you said.

He yanked, sudden and firm. The necklace came off in his paws.

You flinched.

You were trusting beyond trust that they wouldn’t hurt you -- that they’d take the necklace and go -- but the second yokai or mutant or whatever put a paw on his shoulder.

“Hey,” she said. “Hey. Look at that.”

“At what?”

And she gestured at the Hamato clan symbol you wore around one wrist.

“You know where we’ve seen that before?”

“No,” the first yokai or mutant or whatever said, sounding irritated. “What are you --”

And the second one leaned in to whisper into his ear.

You watched his eyes widen and his ears perk up.

“You’re kidding,” he whistled. “You’re kidding. So you’re a Hamato, kid?”

Okay. That was trouble.

Guess Phineas and Ferb and the sweet, sweet embrace of unconsciousness would have to wait a little while.

The yokai or mutants or whatever -- you were leaning towards ‘yokai,’ seeing as they’d recognized the Hamato symbol -- had made you press your arms above your head, against the wall. But you slowly shifted your fingers until you could depress the panic button.

There were two gentle pulses against your fingers -- the panic button silently letting you know that it had transmitted your signal.

You stared at the sickly sweet grins spreading across the faces of your attackers and your throat clenched tight.

Hurry, you begged. Hurry.

There were four Hamato boys. Raph, Donnie, Leo, and Mikey. Currently all in a giant pile in the living room, biting and kicking, while Splinter screamed at them to settle down, he couldn’t hear his TV show. SETTLE DOWN. And finally he had to step in and slap them all in the face with his hairless pink tail, and even then, Leo and Donnie were still glowering at each other.

Splinter sighed, deeply, and pressed his fingers against the bridge of his nose. “Boys --”

And then the panic signal activated.

It alerted each of the brothers, pulsing against their wrists until they tapped it twice. It was Y/n’s signal.

Leo felt his heart drop.

It was Y/n’s signal.

“Where is she?” he said, quickly, as the brothers gathered around Donnie to stare at the map on his armband. All thought of the last minute’s tussle was out of everyone’s mind. The only thought was her.

Donnie moved his fingers to enlarge the map. “Right there,” he said, tapping at her blinking icon. “Let’s go.”

You were still standing in the same spot, pressed up against the wall, as the yokai argued about what they should do with you.

“Big Mama,” one of them was saying, without stopping, over and over and over again. “Big Mama. Big Mama. Big Mama. Big Mama.”

The other kept talking over her, loudly. “You know how Big Mama is. She’ll steal us for the games. We won’t have a choice. The Foot Clan will want her. The Foot Clan hates the Hamato. The Foot Clan doesn’t run a bloody battle to the death that they will inevitably trick us into.”

“Big Mama,” the other kept saying, louder and louder. “Big Mama. Big Mama.”

You tried to scoot towards the opening of the alley. They didn’t seem to notice; they were so wrapped up in their own argument. Closer. And closer. And closer. Just a few more feet --

“Hey,” one of the foxes said, and you felt its claws close around your shoulder. Your heart leapt into your mouth and you stopped breathing for a moment. It dragged you back into the alley.

The other yokai sighed and admitted defeat.

“Fine,” she huffed. “Fine. You’re right. Big Mama is too dangerous to deal with. We go to the Foot Clan.”

Her brother chirped happily.

“You heard her,” he growled into your ear, the sudden tone shift startling you. “We’re going to the Foot Clan. Come on. Let’s go.”

The Foot Clan. April was always more eager to tag along on the action than you were; she and the boys had told you all about them. You’d only encountered them twice, yourself. And you weren’t eager to encounter them again.

Please hurry, you begged again. Please hurry.

And you didn’t move your feet fast enough for the foxes; they shoved you forward, roughly, and your heart rose into your mouth again. Propelled itself up through your throat. You choked on it for a second, gasping for air.

Please hurry.

They’d received the message, you knew. First there were the two pulses letting you know that your signal had transmitted -- and then three more pulses after a few seconds, letting you know that they’d actively received and acknowledged your signal. They were on the way. They could track you if you were moved anywhere. You would be fine. You would be fine.

For a moment, you wished you were April instead -- she was so strong, so full of life and fire. She’d have both of the yokai on the ground, sobbing, without raising a single finger. And then you felt bad for wishing April was here, instead of you.

Please. Please hurry.

They had to. They had to. You’d never used your panic button before, but you couldn’t imagine it would take them too long to respond. Especially since you were on the surface, on the streets of New York -- not too hard to track, probably. Hopefully.

Please.

You didn’t have many friends. But these friends were like your flesh and blood. You knew -- without even having to think about it -- that you’d die for them. Again and again. You’d give up anything for any single one of them -- go without food or water or sleep for days -- face your darkest fears and the darkest parts of yourself. Just for them.

And they’d do the same for you.

It was why you wore the Hamato insignia on your wrist: a symbol marking you as one of their own, part of their family. You were there for one another, always; protecting one another, always.

They’d be here. They’d be here.

The foxes cackled again -- their laughs were chilling, echoing sharply through the warm night air -- and the one grabbed you, slinging you over his shoulder. You went limp. Every muscle in your body went completely limp, immediately.

You held your breath.

“Wait,” the other one said. “The Hamato clan -- wouldn’t they want her back?”

“There are still Hamato??”

“You’re so dumb.” His sister rolled her eyes. “Yes, there are still Hamato. Remember? Those turtles?”

“Ohhh, yeah!”

“I bet you they’d pay a ransom beyond all ransoms.”

“I trust the Foot Clan more than I trust those Hamatos, though,” her brother mused, and before she could reply, one of Those Hamatos had landed with a THUD on the fire escape above him.

“Hey!” it said. “That really hurt my feelings!”

You tried to twist your head to see what was going on -- but before you could, a hand grabbed the back of your shirt, and you were yanked backward, off of the yokai’s shoulder and into the security of the roof above.

“You good??” Leo screamed twice in your ear before you finally came back to yourself and coughed.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m okay, I’m okay --” you started, and then he wrapped you tight in his arms.

“You sure??”

“Yes,” you gasped, as he crushed the lungs out of you.

“I was so worried!! You’ve never set off your panic button before!”

“I’ve never been mugged by two kidnappy yokai before!!”

“Fair point,” he admitted, and squeezed you close again.

You sank your head into his shoulder.

He was firm, and warm, and his shell was solid and sturdy under your shaking hands. A breath in -- and then you started to sob.

He rocked you slightly back and forth. “It’s okay. It’s okay. I’m just glad you’re alive, alright?”

You nodded, still sobbing, and he rubbed the back of your head with one hand and pressed his face into your hair.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled. “Sorry I’m so dramatic. It just --”

“Not too dramatic,” he said. “It’s okay. You’re okay.”

He portaled the two of you back down to the floor and the other brothers gathered around you as Leo climbed back up to the fire escape, dangling his feet and keeping his eyes on you. They asked you if you were alright, and reassured you that they were taking the yokai to the appropriate authorities. You told them you were alright. You thanked them.

“I’ll help walk you home,” Mikey offered.

“I’ll do it,” Leo called, from the fire escape.

“I don’t really --”

“I’ll do it,” Leo said again. “I got it, really.”

And so they left. Leaving the two of you alone.

“I’ll help get you home,” Leo said. “Don’t worry.”

He’d hung himself backwards off of the fire escape, his head dangling close to yours as you turned towards him.

“Thank you,” you told him. “I appreciate it.”

His entire face lit up when he smiled.

“Anything for you,” he said, softly.

Now, all four of the Hamato boys were four-fifths of your best friends in the world. But Leo -- ? Leo was your favorite.

You didn’t know what it was -- “soulmates,” perhaps? -- but the two of you had clicked from the moment you met. You could tell him anything, and he would listen; and vice versa. You knew his hugs like the back of your hand, and his warmth was always a comforting presence next to you when neither of you could sleep and you ended up at each other’s houses, idling away the time until you dozed off together. You loved all of the boys, but you loved Leo the most.

You’d never tried to kiss him, and he’d never tried to kiss you. You’d never discussed taking your relationship to that stage. You were just there for each other; the best of best friends; forever and ever.

But he was hanging upside down in front of you and staring at your lips.

That seemed like invitation enough.

You stepped a bit closer to him and placed your palms on his cheeks and started to lean in, your heart pounding so hard that it seemed absolutely definite that he could feel it in the pressure of your hands.

He didn’t say anything. He just looked at you. His eyes moving from your eyes, to your lips, and back.

He didn’t pull away. He didn’t try to right himself. He just dangled there, and stared.

And then he reached out his own hand, relying on his legs to keep him in place -- and he touched your own cheek, his thumb gently caressing your lips. His hand pulled you a little closer --

and then, contact.

Contact.

Your lips on his, or his on yours, who knew? Did it matter?? It didn’t matter to you. Nothing mattered to you, suddenly. You couldn’t understand anything except the soft firm gentle warmth of his lips and the way they moved against yours.

You gasped for breath, your mouths still together, and he kissed you again, and again, humming against your lips as you gulped in your shared air.

You felt his heartrate speeding up, right where your fingers met the junction of his jaw with his throat. You broke your lips away from his and kissed at his pulse.

“I like this,” he mumbled, putting both of his hands on both sides of your head, cupping your jawline. “I like kissing you.”

And you giggled and rested your forehead on his chin. He took the opportunity to kiss at your own heartbeat, fast and giddy in your neck.

“I like kissing you too,” you whispered, and he took one of your hands in his and brought the fingernails to his lips.

It was a long, long while before he finally walked you back home.

#rottmnt #rottmnt fanfiction #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles fanfiction #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt leo x reader #my writing

189 notes · View notes

jyndor · 1 year

Text

nights are so starry, blood moon lit

@andorerso: I'd like to request a ficlet about Jyn discovering Cassian has a kyber crystal necklace too (because he does, fuck you Luthen) happy early birthday <33

lmfao well sissi it’s OUR birthday fic now but jk this is for you lol hope you like it and also ofc the pretentious swiftie title asjdskjaskjd happy birthday bitchh

She was sleeping where she sat down hours ago. The asset, Galen Erso’s daughter, the girl with the smothered need and the fire in her green eyes. Jyn Erso. I’ve never had the luxury of political opinions, and she had lied about that. Cassian had known that from her history with Saw Gerrera alone, but… her eyes, those twin truther-tellers, had given her away. He just wasn't sure anyone else had noticed.

On the ship, her eyelids twitched and her brow furrowed; she was dreaming.

The ship reverting to realspace over Jedha shook Erso out of her fitful sleep. The old pendant under his shirt turned to ice against his sternum. He stilled by the terminal and swallowed a gasp. Waited for the other shoe to drop.

Over the years Cassian had come to find some level of comfort, of focus, in its presence. Cold and ever present, like the man who had given it to him; if he were the sort of man to attribute moods to rocks and things, to believe in the Force, he’d have said the frigid sting against his heart was a warning.

Jyn pulled something clear and bright out from beneath her collar. Light from beyond NaJedha’s little moon catches in her hand - and refracts.

In her fingers (the dust of Wobani still underneath her fingernails, even after a long anxious wait for her to finish up in the blasted sonic) she held a crystal. Kyber, he was certain. What sort was irrelevant, and that she had one was not terribly surprising given her father’s work.

But it set him ill at ease, like the trembling suppressed need he'd seen in her green eyes back on Yavin IV. Dread (or anticipation, he’s not in the habit of deluding himself. Not anymore.)

He blinked as Erso carefully tucked the crystal back under her tunic, and dragged himself away from his hiding spot behind her. There was, as always, a job to do.

And no time for familiar stones or dead religions.

Cassian has that baby-soft freshness to his hair and skin that only comes with a dip in bacta. He’s in the midst of a dream, Jyn thinks as she sits beside his cot in the medbay. His brow is furrowed, and his eyes dart back and forth underneath his eyelids. He has long lashes that dust those sharp cheekbones of his. His hair falls into his face as he sighs and shifts to turn towards her, like how her father’s flowers would tilt towards the Lah’mu sun, unthinking, that DNA-deep need for light.

She wants to brush out the tension in his face with her fingertips, and so she does. Unthinking but conscious.

His brow relaxes. A hand reaches up to grip her wrist, gentle but firm. His eyes blink open, dark brown and very much awake.

“Jyn?” he rasps. She tries to pull her hand back, but he holds true.

She glances down at their hands, her heart racing in her ears. Surely Cassian can feel her pulse under his thumb. “How are you feeling today?”

“Like shit,” he says, voice gravelly from disuse.

“Here,” Jyn pulls her hand out of his grip and reaches for the glass of water she’d placed on his bedside table earlier. She brings the glass to his lips and watches him sip. It’s so intimate, a quiet moment for which she frankly isn’t sure they have the time. Not now.

She sets the glass down when he’s had enough and reaches for her kyber crystal.

His eyes track her fingers. The warmth of the pendant and the warmth of his gaze… she doesn’t know what to do with either.

“Tell me.” He tears his gaze away from her hands.

Jyn wants to cry. She wants to wrap him up and put him on a ship headed anywhere that isn’t Yavin IV. Instead, she sits back down on the side of his cot.

“Okay,” she says, voice cracking through the grief. “Princess Leia arrived a little while ago. With the plans.”

Those vibro-sharpened eyes study her. “Jyn.”

“It’s coming,” she tells him, hardening her spine. “The Death Star is coming.”

The strongest stars have hearts of kyber. That’s what that old Guardian, Chirrut, said to Jyn that morning. It was a pretty thought but it was also Cassian’s biggest concern - a weapon like this alleged planet killer, powered by massive amounts of kyber. Kyber from Jedha and Christophsis and Ke- well, so many places. Worlds he probably doesn’t even know about.

Some he was trying not to forget. Lost words, lost worlds, and always in the background: crystals.

Pointing the way, leading him to the ancient place Gerrera had holed him and his people in. It was crumbling around Cassian as he ran. Desperate and thinking only of the constant refrain Jyn Jyn Jyn I have to find Jyn, and his pendant was so cold against his skin it burned.

It turns out that metal stars with kyber hearts don’t stand a chance against a Jedi. Jyn stares at the darkening sky and the glittering pieces of her father’s other creation, her twin, as they break apart in the atmosphere. Leaning on her shoulder and the cane the medics had given him after he discharged himself is Cassian. He’s shaking a bit from the exertion or the view. Perhaps many things.

He’s changed out of his medbay gown and into some of his usual khakis. With his arm around her shoulders and her head beside his neck, she can see for the first time a gold chain mostly hidden underneath his tunic.

She leads him to where Ruescott Melshi and Taidu Sefla are standing near a parked x-wing. Melshi’s got a mug of something in his hand, and Sefla grins at them. “Nice of you to show up, Sarge!”

“Cass,” Melshi says, relief clear in his face. “Heard you took a tumble.”

“Word travels fast.”

“You’re a hero now, Andor,” Sefla laughs. “Best get used to the gossip."

Cassian looks a bit queasy at the thought and pulls Jyn closer to him. She feels Cassian’s breath against her temple. Melshi looks at them for a moment as he sips his drink and laughs. “Come here, you lucky son of a bitch,” he presses his lips against Cassian’s temple before reaching over him and ruffling Jyn’s hair. She scowls from underneath her fringe. “Pathfinders could use your balls, Erso.”

“Yours not big enough?” But she can’t help the smile that’s cracking through her exterior.

Beside her, Cassian looks up at the sky again, his thumb tracing the knot tying her necklace together. “Stardust,” he murmurs, and she feels her pendant hot against her skin; when he meets her eyes again his are burning too.

Over the years Cassian had gotten used to the kyber against his chest turning cold. It was a strange thing and as he learned more about kyber and the Jedi and Galen Erso, he had experienced a funny little hope that perhaps he would get the opportunity to ask the literal preeminent expert in kyberite why his crystal behaved less like a thing and more like the echo of a sentient. A silly delusion, he'd known, even before General Draven gave him the order to kill Erso.

For the first time in his memory his kyber burned white hot against his skin. If he were a superstitious man, one prone to fancies like belief in the Force and crystals, he might have called it an omen. Instead he exhaled the thought away and brushed his soaking hair out of his face.

Eadu was cold and damp and cruel. His vision blurred in his viewfinder; rain dripped from his lashes.

Cassian was going to kill this man, a man who had unleashed a monstrosity onto the galaxy and abandoned his child to do it. What kind of a man willingly left a child behind? He didn't know the details nor needed to. Cassian doubted he’d live long enough to ask her if Galen had put up a fight before she slit his throat.

He would have done it if it were him. For Kerri, for Jeron and Tlalli. For Clem he'd tried and for Maarva he'd not gotten the chance, too busy saving the living to deal with the dead.

And for Jyn I already have, he thought despite himself. And I would do it again. He readjusted his finger on the trigger, cold righteous fury demanding justice and revenge.

Justice from Galen Erso, who was probably a prisoner of the Empire, who had very likely rigged the planet killer, the Death Star, to blow. Who Jyn believed in despite everything he'd never been for her.

He thought of her terrible, beautiful need - a bright point in the galaxy. He’d known martyrs and loved and hated them, he'd seen them burn bright and fast, read their manifestos and heard their theories. Eaten their food. Laid in their beds once or twice.

Killed more than a few of them, too.

In his sights was a singular moment of clarity: Galen Erso had his daughter’s eyes. That need, that fire, flashing and cracking and so familiar.

He wouldn’t be the one to pull the trigger on her. He couldn’t be the one to snuff out her fire. He doesn't think he would survive, oxygen-deprived in the absence of her need.

But in the end, Galen Erso still died in his daughter’s arms. Cassian pulled her away from the body and dragged her away towards the next fight, a thrice-abandoned child. Another orphan.

He was beaten and bloodied in the wake of her grief. Her words cut like knives, sharp and wounding.

Bodhi piloted them in silence. He imagined Jyn was right where he left her, shaking and bitterly cold. Or alone under the Kenari canopy, small and afraid, quiet except for in his memory.

It was like looking into a mirror and seeing all those long-buried hurts, surfacing under such sudden attention.

She won't want to see me right now, Cassian thought. She may never want to see me again.

His kyber was cold. He wanted to reach into his shirt and hold it, press it into his palm and coax that heat back.

But he didn’t know any of these people - and Kaytoo couldn’t keep a secret - so he just watched the starlines.

Cassian gets a promotion. Bodhi gets a ship and the Guardians a Jedi to train. And Jyn finds herself with a commission. They all turn down Leia’s medals, preferring what little anonymity they might have left to the perks of being heroes of the Rebellion.

Medals and ceremonies are nice, but Jyn thinks that there is no better reward than hustling assholes out of credits with Bodhi, or going to the shooting range with Baze and Cassian, or sparring with Chirrut, or playing coding games with Kaytoo. She runs missions with Melshi and the Pathfinders from time to time, and she joins Cassian and Kay on intel ops that require less… subtlety. She’s got their backs, and she knows that they’ve got hers.

But. Cassian’s gone sometimes for weeks on end, but then he comes back, and her kyber burns against her sternum, burns like her need to tell him what she’s more and more certain of with each passing day.

She always wants to see him. She wants to stand by his side, cover his ass. She never wants him to have to work alone again.

If he wants that. If he wants her to stick around.

There are other wants: sharing bunks and breathing in the same air, lying skin to skin or not, just being seen and held and wanted.

But she’ll take what he’s willing to give her.

“I’m not used to people sticking around when things go bad,” she says. He’s certain now, falling into her orbit, his kyber burning like a sun. The kyber crystals: they’re the point. They’ve always been the point, the biggest picture.

He’s been running to something this whole time. His whole life. Running towards, even though it has always felt like away. Searching for connection, for something he has thought he’s lost. And all this time, kyber. A navigator to lead him to this moment, pointing him towards this cause, this particular moment. These exact coordinates under his worn and calloused feet.

Pointing him in the direction he’s been heading his whole life, guiding him home. Crystals in the sky, green and gold. Heat breaching shields, pressure all around.

Her eyes are warm, too.

“Welcome home.”

He’s bleeding from a blaster wound to the shoulder. Jyn bites her lip as she shepherds him into their ship’s little kitchenette, heart racing, palms sticking to the worn leather of her gloves, and she pulls his tunic off without ceremony, professional and single-minded despite his protests that he’s fine, and that he can handle dressing his wound, and that she should go check in with Draven.

She wants to punch him. She also wants to kiss him, and isn’t that just like him - to be so completely charming after jumping in front of her and taking the shot she hadn’t seen -

Kyber. Blue like the sky and hot against her fingertips. Against his chest. She presses her palm against the pendant, drawn in like some sort of merryfly to a light. Cassian wipes his thumb against her eye, brushes against her damp lashes. And she remembers herself.

Jyn opens a medpac and cleans the wound. It’s relatively minor, more of a graze. She focuses on fitting the bacta patch over it neatly; smoothes over it with her fingers so that there are no bubbles or crumpled edges.

“It’s a Kuati signet. Kyber.” He catches her hand and places it over his heart, right onto the burning shard of kyber. She curls her fingers around it, scratching lightly against his chest hair. He shivers. “But you know that,” he adds, his voice low and near. She looks up to see him leaning close to her, as he is wont to do. They orbit, they pull each other closer all the time. Like some inevitable collision, held in stasis.

His dark eyes are bright in the dingy fluorescent lighting.

“My mum was a geologist.” She snakes her hands up his chest and around his neck. “And you know about Papa.”

“I’ve wanted to show you,” he says imploringly, hand back on her cheek, calloused thumb rubbing so gently against her skin. “I’ve got a lot to tell you, Jyn.”

She gasps into his air as her kyber cools against her skin. She gazes through her lashes at his lips and pushes up on her toes to close the distance between them. “Tell me, then,” Jyn murmurs against his lips. “Show me.”

#andorerso #rebelcaptain #jyn erso #cassian andor #my fic #i'll put it on ao3 in the morning #or afternoon idk #rogue one #star wars andor

80 notes · View notes

seanfalco · 2 years

Note

“That was disgusting, but it’s kind of romantic, really.” For request or just to get the creativity juices flowing ✌️

Disgustingly Romantic

word count: 1k warnings/tags: reader wears a necklace, talk of cleaning toilets, nothing too gross I promise lol a/n: I’m not sure if I like how this came out, but flor said it was good, so I trust her

When you trudged into the Community Centre that morning hoping for a change of pace, scrubbing down the locker room was not what you’d had in mind.

“Are you serious?” Alisha whined as soon as Sean, your new probation worker, informed you all what you’d be working on.

“Don’t I look serious?” he drawled, clearly bored as he glanced around at all of you. “Now get t’work.” Without another word, he strode out of the room to return to his office, leaving you all to figure out exactly who was to clean what.

“Man, this sucks,” Curtis grumbled, frowning down at the tub of cleaning supplies at their feet.

“It doesn’t look like anyone’s cleaned this in over a month,” Kelly scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest.

Pushing open one of the toilet stalls with your foot, you frowned. “Oh, that is disgusting,” you exclaimed, quickly stepping back and letting the door close. “I’m not cleanin’ that,” you insisted.

“Me either,” Alisha cried. “Make one of the guys do it!”

“No way!” Curtis replied, holding his hands up while Simon blanched, and Nathan quickly yelled “not it!”.

“We’ll draw straws, that way it’s fair,” Kelly decided with a sigh.

Which was how you and Nathan ended up with the task, much to your chagrin and everyone else’s relief.

“This is stupid,” you huffed, staring down at the toilet in front of you. “If it were my own bathroom it wouldn’t be so gross, but who knows what people do in here,” you groaned, voice dripping with disgust.

“I’m definitely gunna need a shower and a drink after this,” Nathan complained from the stall next to yours.

“No kidding,” you agreed, tugging your yellow rubber gloves up.

“Fancy joinin’ me?” he asked, his face appearing above you, eyes and nose barely peeking above the side of the stall, though you could tell a cheeky grin was stretching his lips. “Pretty sure th’shower stall’s big enough for two.”

“Nice try,” you replied, arching an amused brow at him while teasingly pointing your toilet scrubber in his face, resulting in a surprised yelp and a splash as he fell backward, his foot slipping into the toilet.

“Really? Y’gotta be kidding me!” he cried, the words echoing off the tiled walls. “Now I’m gunna have t’spend th’rest of the day with one wet foot,” he exclaimed.

“Oh, quit your belly achin’, I’ll make it up t’you,” you promised, though the sincerity of your words was spoiled somewhat by your stifled laughter.

“You better!” Nathan pouted with a huff.

Finishing up with the first stall, you moved down to the one on Nathan’s other side and let out an annoyed groan. This one seemed to be plugged. “Wanna trade me?” you called hopefully, but Nathan merely barked a laugh before his face appeared at the door.

“Sorry sweetheart, I’m a little busy here,” he taunted, sarcasm thickening his accent. “Though I might be inclined t’change my mind if y’give me a little blow and tug,” he offered, biting his lip in an attempt at seduction.

“Not in a dirty toilet stall I’m not,” you laughed, giving him a shove and shutting the stall door.

“Have it your way!”

With a heavy sigh, you reluctantly returned to the job at hand, grabbing a plunger and going to town.

“Sounds like you’re havin’ fun over there,” Nathan joked through the metal partition.

“A blast,” you replied dryly, a bead of sweat rolling down your temple from the effort you were expending, while water from the toilet bowl sloshed over the edge and onto the floor. “C’mon you stupid–fuckin’–toilet. Unclog!” you growled through gritted teeth as you worked.

With one final plunger thrust, the toilet suddenly flushed rather violently and you jerked back in surprise, your necklace catching on the flush lever as you slipped on the water that now slicked the floor. Toppling backward, you landed unceremoniously on your ass while your head hit the door behind you and you let out a shrill shriek.

“What th’hell’s goin’ on over there?” Nathan asked, amusement and the barest hint of concern filling his voice.

“I slipped,” you grumbled, rubbing the bump on the back of your head before you realized your necklace was gone. Clutching at your chest where it usually rested, you scrambled to your feet with a rush of dread, afraid for a moment that it had been flushed.

“Nonononono!” you groaned, peering into the empty toilet bowl, finding the silver chain sitting at the bottom, just below your reflection, the clear water rippling slightly, as if mocking you.

With a rush of air, you sighed in relief, until you realized you’d still have to retrieve it somehow.

“Y’fall in or something?” Nathan called, opening your stall door to find you still peering into the toilet, his gaze sliding over your ass for a moment before stepping closer to see what you were looking at so intently.

“My necklace fell in,” you bemoaned, shuffling aside to let him see. By then, however, your screams had attracted the others and they gathered around the stall to see what the ruckus was about as well.

“That’s proper gross. You’re not gunna stick your hand in there, are you?” Alisha exclaimed.

“I don’t want to, but unless I can find something to fish it out wi—“

Before you could finish, Nathan had already pushed back his sleeve and stuck his hand in, feeling around the bottom for the slim chain to a collective cry of disgust.

“What? It’s just water. It’s not like there’s shit in there or anythin’,” he replied, holding your necklace up triumphantly.

“But there was…” Curtis scoffed while the others dispersed back to work once the excitement was over.

“You might want to disinfect that before wearing it again,” Simon pointed out as Nathan straightened, the silver chain still dangling from his wet fingers.

“I can’t believe you did that,” you said, still slightly in disbelief as you accepted the necklace in the palm of your gloved hand, dropping it into one of your zippered pockets.

“I remembered yeh sayin’ it was special. Didn’t want yeh t’lose it.” Nathan shrugged, wiping his hand on his jumpsuit as he offered you a soft lopsided grin.

His words took you aback, warmth filling you at the thought that he’d remembered.

“Yeah well, that was pretty disgusting, but it was kinda romantic, really,” you murmured, smiling back.

“You better wash your hands!”

Curtis’s shout from across the locker room cut the moment short and you pushed Nathan toward the row of sinks with a laugh.

#misfits #e4 misfits #misfits fanfic #nathan young #nathan young x reader #robert sheehan character fic #joz.fic #prompt request #ry was this you? lol

167 notes · View notes