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fadingdaggerr · 5 months

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would that i

pairing: melissa schemmenti x gn!reader

summary: melissa knew what love should look like, and learned what it shouldn’t be. learning what it actually is takes time | 3.4k

translations: nonna/nonno (grandma/grandpa), t’amu (i love you) | reminder that sicilian is slightly different from italian in dialect

warnings: allusions to cheating (minimal), allusions to unhealthy relationships (minimal), making up my own melissa lore bc i’m so normal about her, kissing/making out

note: a little bit of this was an homage to my grandparents, the people that showed me what love should be. thank u and love u

When Melissa was in sixth grade, her teacher assigned a two-page essay on what they thought of when they pictured love. The moment Mrs. Erikson said this, Melissa knew she was going to write about her Nonna and Nonno.

Every morning, Nonna made breakfast and coffee, she packed Nonno’s lunch, and always left a note that said T’amu in her flowy cursive. Every evening, Nonno brought in the laundry off the line and folded it while Nonna made dinner. Even when they fought, there was never a loss of their kiss good morning, goodbye, and good night. Only on anniversaries was Nonno allowed in the kitchen, and they’d dance while sauce simmered on the stovetop. Love between them seemed easy and gentle. Melissa spent every Saturday night and Sunday morning across the street at their house, and every time she found something to add to her list of what love looked like and how it should be.

Melissa thought she had found love with Tommy Adkins in eighth grade. She’d even bought a new dress to wear to autumn formal, pink and ruffled and perfect. By the time she was ready to leave, her face almost hurt from the amount of times she redid her makeup so that Tommy would call her beautiful instead of bangin’ for once. That night she watched him dance with Jennifer Milano with a half-baked excuse of him “not wanting to kiss a chick with braces.” Melissa cried for two hours while Nonna told her she was better off, a bowl of pastina pushed her way. She forgot about him by the time Monday rolled around.

High school boyfriends came and went, but in college Melissa fell in love for the first time. A true, deep love with a firefighter-in-training that knew her neighbor. Everytime Joe visited Brian, he stopped across the hall to see Melissa, leaned against the doorway with an easy smile. He was charming, respectful, and funny, everything she had been looking for. Two months after she graduated, he dropped to one knee and she jumped into his arms. They moved from their apartment to a home in south Philly. Melissa worked during the day, and Joe started night shifts at the fire station for the extra pay.

Night shifts began to extend, and Melissa never saw him. He’d eat the plate she’d prepared in the fridge and leave the dirty dish on the counter. Dirt and ash from his boots tracked across her rugs and carpets, scuff marks in her living room. What almost killed her was the dirty cast iron skillet left in the sink. When she brought anything up, he’d deflect and leave. Every now and then, he came home with flowers “just because.” But then flowers began to follow every extra long night, and she could smell the floral perfume that didn’t belong to her and didn’t match the flowers. It took her months to say anything, and all she was met with was eyes that couldn’t look at hers.

Melissa began to think that what her grandparents had could never be hers. A loving life was in the cards, and Joe had only solidified this. She stayed at Barbara’s that night.

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A few years later, her perspective was changed when a new fourth grade teacher joined the staff mid-term. Never in her years had she allowed someone in so easily, allowed them to be her friend and not just a coworker. Somehow, in two years, Melissa realized she’d never felt so cared for and loved by anyone.

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“Is there a chance I could pour a cup of coffee before you start bursting my ear drums?” Melissa says when Jacob and Janine start babbling behind her about something she didn’t care about at 7:30 on a Friday morning. Ever since she turned onto the street the school is on, a headache had been growing steadily. Staying up late to finish grading was the worst idea she’s had all month. The two teachers cringe slightly, lowering their volume. When the door opened again for you and Barbara to enter chatting with each other, volume lowering at the sight of Melissa sat at the table with fingers pressed to her temples. She hears a bag drop on the table quietly, opening one eye to see you trying to be as quiet as possible as you dig around.

When you finally stop, you pull out a bottle of ibuprofen and pass it to her. She waves it off, muttering a don’t need it. When you don’t reply, she peers up to see you still holding the bottle out with an expectant look on your face. You shake the bottle, “don’t suffer just to look tough.”

“Melissa Ann, take the damn pills,” Barbara orders from her seat, spooning some sugar into her coffee.

“I don’t need ‘em,” she mumbles out again.

You push your hand forward more, “please. If not for yourself, for your students. You’re irritable when you have a headache.” Barbara chuckles and sends a knowing look to Melissa. Janine and Jacob, on the other hand, turn and look at you, fully expecting the red head to make some harsh reply or threat back to you. All she does is puff out a laugh and grab the bottle from your hands. She decided not to remark on the weird looks she was getting from the peanut gallery.

When getting the kids ready for recess, she sees you peering around the corner to the doorway. She holds a finger to ask you to wait, and gets a double thumbs up in return. After zipping many jackets and helping with gloves, she watches the little eagles run outside in the chilly autumn air. As she walks back into her classroom, she sees you sitting in her chair waiting patiently for her. “You know, I don’t let anyone sit in my seat,” she jokes as approaches.

“Good thing I’m not just anyone, now am I?” you joke, standing to meet her.

She fights her smile as she answers quietly, “no, you’re not.” She takes a second to breathe when she sees a grin cross your lips at her comment, “we still on for dinner at mine tonight?”

“Wouldn’t miss it,” the grin on your face growing, the giddy feeling in Melissa’s chest with it. You loop your arm with hers and walk towards the lounge.

When Melissa opens the front door, you expect a greeting, but instead you get a groan as she stomps back to the kitchen. Dropping your bag and shrugging off your coat, you walk into the kitchen, placing the box of pastries on the table. Melissa returns to angrily rummaging through the refrigerator, desperately trying to find something. It wasn’t until two hands pulled her back by the shoulders, turning her around. She relaxes into your touch, closing her eyes.

“I’m out of basil,” she says through a sigh.

“Want me to go to the store?” you ask, wanting to remove any stress from her.

“No,” Melissa answers as she opens her eyes, “you just got here, that wouldn’t be fair.”

You laugh, “we could go together. Or we can just be lazy, order a pizza, and not get off the couch.”

“Second one,” she sighs out, pulling away to clean up the dishes she took out. While she’s distracted, you take the time to call in the order, pay, and tip over the phone so that Melissa won’t even have the chance to say herself.

“If there’s pineapple on there, I’m kicking you out,” she yells from the kitchen after she hears you hang up.

“No, veggie. And yes, I asked for no mushrooms. One of these days though, I’ll convert you to being a pineapple woman,” you joke tilting your head back to see her standing behind you, “plus, you wouldn’t dare kick out the person who brought you zeppole.”

She gets closer, leaning over with her hands holding the backrest on either side of your head, “is there chocolate sauce?” The excitement was evident in her tone, bringing butterflies to your stomach. You can’t form words with her standing over you and smiling like that, so you just nod.

Later into the night, the TV played Weeds while you sat in comfortable silence, only breaking it when you both repeated the same joke out loud every now and then. Your legs were thrown over her lap, her fingers playing with the folding fabric of your jeans as she watched the screen. Her subconscious drew her attention toward you, eyes tracing over smile lines and the glowing reflection in your eyes from the TV. She watches you lean forward to grab a zeppole, ready to offer it to her. It’s only then that you catch her stare.

“You okay?” you ask, turning and scooting closer to give her your full attention.

She gives a quick squeeze to your leg, “yeah, hon. I’m better than okay.” She feels even better when you lean into her, placing your head on her shoulder. She drops her head to yours, a deep breath leaving her as she finally relaxes fully for the first time all day.

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Some time between then and now, things had changed, Melissa wasn’t exactly sure when. At some point the Friday dinners turned into Saturday plans, then Sunday since the farmer’s market was open, no other reason. Breakfast on those days translated to bringing coffee to each other at work, ignoring the questioning gazes of other staff members as she passed you your coffee, despite having never asked how you took it. What had started with you sleeping on the couch when the night grew later, migrated to the spare bedroom.

On a Sunday night, it changed again. You watched the tail end of an Eagles’ game while sitting in her bed after helping grade book reports. As always, your head rested on her shoulder with her own resting on yours. Anytime something that wasn’t a point being scored happened, she explained it to you, though she knew not a thing she said would help make sense of it. It didn’t matter to you, all you wanted was to hear her voice and have her attention.

“Your bed is comfy,” you mutter when the commercials begin before the last quarter.

A smile crosses her lips, “treated myself to a good mattress when I kicked bozo out. Glad you approve.”

“You deserve nice things,” you say as you settle into her more, and through a yawn add, “the best things.”

That night, you’d both fallen asleep slumped against the headboard, leaning into each other for comfort.

Melissa woke up to a rhythmic thumping under her ear and a hand in her hair gently playing with amber waves. The small smile that came to her lips would have been foreign to her if she wasn’t so comfortable, the content feeling in her chest would be almost alarming. When her eyes cracked open, she recognized her bedroom and sheets. She groaned into the cold morning air, and the hand moved from twirling the ends of her hair to scratching her scalp, making her tuck into the warmth beneath her even more.

“Good morning,” you rasp out, having only been awake a little longer, the only response being another groan. She finally rolls off of you, much to your dismay, and sits up on her elbows, looking at you with sleepy, squinted eyes.

“It’s Monday,” she grumbles.

You chuckle, grabbing her glasses off the nightstand for her, “fine, just morning then.”

Something about this morning felt different to Melissa. You’d never spent the night on a school night, let alone sleep in her bed, but that wasn’t what shook her. It wasn’t you making her coffee, sipping it to make sure it tasted right before handing it to her. It also wasn’t that you turned off her alarm and woke her up yourself without making her ears bleed. She thought it could be that you’d opened the door for her on the way out, or how you offered to drive her to and from work to make up for staying late, but not that either.

Maybe it was how she didn’t want to get out of bed, or how her coffee tasted better than any time she’d made it herself. Or how she hadn’t slept that peacefully in twenty years. It could have been how much she enjoyed being driven to work, and having full control of the songs you listened to on the way there, or the fact that she sped ahead to open a door for you this time. She doesn't have time to dwell on it once she gets to her classroom, a knock on the doorframe comes the second to place her purse on the desk.

“I thought you weren’t in today, I didn’t see your car in the parking lot,” Barbara says as she walks in.

Without looking up from her bag as she pulls out folders, Melissa answers, “I got a ride in.”

“Did you now?” Barbara asks with an amused tone. “And would that someone happen to be the fourth grade teacher that practically lives with you?”

“We don’t live together,” Melissa says incredulously, “we just fell asleep, so we drove in together. It’s not a big deal, it’s not like we’re actually together.”

Barbara can’t hide her laugh, “you fell asleep? Both of you? And where was that?” Melissa only mumbles back, so Barbara presses, “where did you both sleep, Melissa?”

“My bed,” Melissa finally says a little louder, but not much. She wants to send her head through a wall knowing that Barb just figured her out.

“Oh, girl. You are in deep,” Barbara says with a smirk. After she leaves the room, the spiral in Melissa’s head goes faster.

Said spiral carries her through lunch, and only stops when you sit across from her and stare at her for a moment. Her face contorts in a what? look before you reach across the table and brush your fingers through her hair. When you pull back, there’s a purple string from the third graders’ projects between your fingers. Barbara kicks her from under the table, and she kicks back with equal force. They both see you look at them weird, before brushing it off and going back to getting your lunch out. Barbara cocks her head to you, staring at the red head, silently telling her to do something. The look the kindergarten teacher gets back replies not now.

When the end of the day rolls around, Melissa is anxious for your eventual arrival in her doorway, keys swinging around your pointer finger. All she could think about since you parted ways this morning was your hands in her hair and your heartbeat under her ear. She hadn’t felt so content and so at peace in so long, the feeling was so new that it almost scared her. Melissa had to remind herself that this was about you, not anyone else. You’d never hurt, belittled, or offended Melissa, you’d never made it your mission to anger or disregard her, nor had you ever tried putting yourself before her. She knew that feeling this way about you shouldn’t scare her, but it did.

The sound of keys and footsteps in the hallways alerted her to your approaching presence, making Melissa quickly rise to her feet and grab her things, realizing she’d been spaced out since the last student left. As she predicted, you stood there spinning your keys, smile growing when she turned toward you. It drops slightly when you see her smile not reach her eyes. “Ready?” you ask.

“Sure, yeah,” she clears her throat, “let’s go.”

You can tell her mind is running into overdrive as you pull onto her street. When you park in the driveway, you unbuckle to turn in your seat and face her.

“Penny for your thoughts?”

She turns to you with a scrunched face, “what are you, 90?”

You shrug and point to her sleeves, “you’re thinking. You play with the thumb holes when you think.” She’d curse you for noticing if it didn’t make her heart clench. “You don’t have to tell me,” you add, “but I’ll listen, if you want.”

She looks at you for a moment, surrendering with a, “wanna come in?” You only answer by taking your keys out of the transmission, hopping out, and opening the door for her.

The discussion gets put on hold while Melissa heats up leftovers from the night before. She carries both bowls out to the living room where you’re turning on the TV back on for background noise. As Melissa sits down, she faces toward you and you mirror her pose. “Sorry I was acting weird,” she mumbles before taking a bite.

You shake your head, “you’re only allowed to apologize when you’ve done something wrong. Thinking isn’t doing something wrong.” When she doesn’t speak again, you offer up something else, “Ava almost had a heart attack over you this morning.”

She looks at you confused, “were we wearing the same shade of green again?”

“No. She thought you didn’t come to work this morning cause your car wasn’t there, was going off about how she was going to have to sub because there’s still a shortage in the area,” you laugh, “I had to tell her I drove you in, which also ended me in a twenty minute interrogation during my prep period.”

“What sort of interrogation?” she asked, already nervous.

You look down the bowl in your lap as you speak, poking the food around, “the kind where she asks for a detailed account of my whole weekend. Weird amounts of detail too, mealtimes, where I slept, where we went, what shows we watched.”

“What’d you tell her?” Melissa can feel fear creeping into her bones.

“That we went to the farmer’s market, watched sitcoms, and I slept in the guest room,” you answer truthfully, “and what did you say to Barbara?” Her head snaps to you, you lean your head to the side, “she stopped by to ask me about my weekend, she seemed a little too excited to see me if you hadn’t spoken to her first.”

Melissa moves to place her bowl on the coffee table before looking back to you, “she asked why we drove in together. I said we fell asleep, and she asked where we fell asleep. Might’ve told her you slept in my bed.”

“It’s impossible to lie to her,” you say as you copy her move. You’re silent for a moment, then finally ask, “what were you thinking about?”

She takes in a deep breath and exhales to calm her nerves, “this morning. This whole weekend, but mostly this morning.” She glances up, and sees your face had dropped, worry setting in, and she’s quick to revise her statement, “in a good way. This morning, this weekend, they meant a lot to me.”

At her words, your lips stretch into a smile, “it meant a lot to me, too.” She can see you internally question saying the next part, “and you. you mean a lot to me, a crazy amount.”

It’s her turn to smile like an idiot now, a pretty blush covering her cheeks, “you mean a crazy amount to me, too. Being around you it’s... It’s easy. I like being with you.”

“I do, too. Sometimes, when I’m here I almost forget I live somewhere else. The second I step inside and I’m with you, I don’t know, leaving just feels wrong,” you say honestly, eyes flickering over her face as you speak, scanning for a rejection you won’t find.

“Waking up to you was nice,” Melissa mumbles, “you’re a pretty good pillow, if I do say so myself.”

Your airy laugh makes her heart race, it goes even faster when you lean in to reply, “I wouldn’t mind waking up that way again... and again, and again.”

She matches you lean in, smiling, “yeah?” Your noses are almost touching, she can feel your breath just barely touching her face. Her eyes flick to yours and see you looking back, faint lines forming as your lips turned upward as her gaze.

“Being with you makes sense,” you say quietly into the space between you, eyes flicking to her lips then back up.

Her hand moves up to your cheek, warm hands and cool rings holding with gentle affection. Olive eyes look into yours for permission, but your answer is closing the space between you. Her other hand flies to hold your neck, your hands holding her wrists. They slide from her arms to her waist, pulling her closer and crawling beneath her shirt to rest on her skin. She takes the chance to straddle your lap as her tongue slides over your bottom lip, asking for the instantly granted entry. Her lips were soft, savoring the feeling of yours against hers, committing it to memory.

Your arms tighten around her, holding her as if she’s this precious thing, and it makes her only give more into you. Her lips slow, and you can almost feel the love she’s trying to convey in her action. But your lungs can only survive so long, and she pulls her lips away, resting her forehead against yours.

“Stay?” she whispers through her breaths as she recovers.

“Wasn’t planning on leaving,” you mumble back, dazed from her kiss. You duck foreward, hugging her as she still sits in your lap. Her arms circle your shoulders, hearing you mumble into her neck, “I love you.”

She presses a kiss to your head, “I love you.”

Melissa’s heart beat against your ear, calm and steady. The smell of her perfume and honey shampoo flooded your senses, making you nudge into her further. You tilted your head, lips pressing softly to the skin of her neck, moving upwards back to her lips, pressing a long, sound kiss there. You pull away to look at her, smoothing back copper strands.

“Is it too early to go lay in bed for the rest of the night?” you ask quietly.

She huffs a laugh, “I was gonna suggest the same thing.”

By the fifth episode of Weeds, Melissa noticed your breathing even out. She peered down at you where you lay curled into her side with your head on her chest, arm slung over her middle, lips slightly parted. She presses a kiss to your head as she shuts the TV off, and lays there to just bask in you being with her. She’d never felt so adored, so cared for, so at ease. This is was it was supposed to be.

feedback appreciated as always <3

title from would that i by hozier (i’m sure everyone knew that. we’re all gay here)

#melissa schemmenti x reader #melissa schemmenti #lisa ann walter #abbott elementary #lgbtq #lgbtq fanfiction #lesbian

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d0g0r0t · 6 months

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can I pls have yandere Toby??? pretty please

Yandera Toby

TW:GROSS SHIT!!! Obsession, stalking, violence, sh

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEKKKKK!!!!!!!

He's low-key so pathetic

Seeing how pretty and kind you are he couldn't help but fall... well become obsessed

Your his!.... who the fuck are they? Why aren't you with him your supposed to be with him not them!

Yea no. He's all over the place when it comes to you

He'll sneak into your house, stealing things that smell like you or remind him of you

Stealing your perfume and using that shit like Febreze. He can barely breath in his own room anymore cause he used the whole bottle, reeking the room with your smell

He steals your deodorant, shampoo, conditioner, bodywash. Just to feel a little closer to you

He takes your underwear every now and then. Over time you'll find it on your door step all... sticky and.. what the fuck is that smell?

It's gross.

He takes your worn out shirts ALOT. You always looking threw your closet trying to find that one band tee the just suddenly disappeared

He'll give them back once he has you <3

Leaving you with little hickeys and red bruises on your neck when you sleep

He loves seeing you wake up in the morning confused on why you have these marks on your throat knowing damn well you didn't go out that night

He really does like you. He sees his obsession as a simple crush when it really isnt

He's never had someone he can see romantically so it was weird when he found out he DID love you

He gets emotional. Seeing you with someone else or not by his side

It feels like your betraying him even tho you don't know he exists

He talks about you SO.MUCH

It's like that stupid "hey masky" thing but instead it's "y/n" over and over again

Tim AND Brian have both rocked his shit because he wouldn't shut up

He has so many pictures of you on his walls. Some of you sleep, some of you eating, working, brushing your teeth, bathing. It's insane how many his got of you

He stalks your socials with his victims phones, getting BEN to figure your locations and you WHOLE life story

He knows a little to much about you

"Oh! Y/n order pizza last night at 7:46pm!"

"How... how the fuck do you know that?.."

He knows all of your accounts on and social. He wants to like your stuff but he doesn't want you to know him just yet

He screenshots your stuff and favoring all your videos to the phone

His wallpaper his your face and his password his you name or birthday

His tics slowly started to form around you as well. Him randomly stuttering out your name or something about you

The moment he actually kidnaps you is when he killed everyone you know and love

He's the only one you should love and think about. Just like him!

He holds you in his bed, ropes around you wrists and ankles

He would never put you in some nasty basement your to pretty for something like that

He stares at you for hours. Watching you struggle and squirm as desperate tears stream down your face. His head and arms rested up on the bed as he just watches you

He only keeps you tied you to his bed for a little while

He may be crazy but he's not abusive and wants you to be comfortable... kinda

He never hurts you, or tries not to

The only time he'll hurt you is if you try to leave him

But let's just hope you don't do that

He keeps you locked in his room for God who knows how long

He brings you your favorite goods and drinks and overall treats you well

He knows you won't love him right away but he doesn't want you to hate him

He asks if he can touch you or do certain things

If you say yes he's praising you and thanking you. But if you say no he begs for a bit but understand after a moment

He doesn't want to hurt you, he really doesn't

The idea of you being in pain from his hands reminds him of his father and the way Lyra looked after every beating broke him

He doesn't want to see you like that

He literally BEGS you if he can kiss you. On his hands and knees "PLEASEEEEEEE"

When you do he's shaky and doesn't know where to put his hands. He gets so needy for your lips and becomes a bit aggressive

Biting your lips, shoving his tounge in your mouth. It's wild

He bites at his fingers so much just thinking about you to where he starts bleeding.

Or scratching at his skin at the thought of you with someone else

Sad

NSFW

GROSS SHIT!!!_______________________________________

Jerks off to your pictures every night no questions asked

Uses your underwear as a cum rag hints why it's so gross and sticky

He's moaning your name softly as he cums, whimpering and gripping at the sheets just thinking about how gorgeous you are

CAN NOT control himself around you

He has so little sex life he's like a 14 boy who just hit puberty and can't look at a girl in the eyes

He's tenting so bad it looks actually painful

When you catch him staring at your body he turns in a mess apologizing that he was looking at the he didn't mean it like that. And covering his boner...

The thought of YOU and HIM was like a dream that he knew would never happen.

Feeling your soft gummy walls around him is all he thought about

When ever he touches you he gets needy and wanting to touch you even more

If you two are ACTUALLY involved don't be surprised when randomly you get groped aggressively

He loves seeing you squirming and trembling under him. Soft tears streaming down your pink face as he bucks himself balls deep. Heavenly

SORRY ONCE AGAIN SHIT IS TAKING SO LONGGG

Also ik u didn't ask for NSFW I just had to 💀

#creepypasta #ticci toby x reader #ticci toby #slenderman #toby rogers #x reader #crp #creepypasta x reader

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m1ssunderstanding · 3 months

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Get Back Rewatch 55 Years On: Day 21: The Concert

Every time they're not on camera I simultaneously feel so relieved for them and so upset that I don't get to watch. Messed up of me, but hey. Remember that slightly disturbing quote where Paul said he actually does believe he's kind of public property and he's fine with that?

He looks so determined. Like the fairy tale prince staring down the dragon or Enjolras about to hijack a funeral (Literally my baby was conceived after I watched this in IMAX so if that tells you anything about my feelings . . . I'm going to be annoying I'm sorry I can't help it)

Her legs look so good in those tights! I love that Mo came not because her boyfriend needs his mommy but because she wants to see them perform! Kissing her on the mouth right now.

Danger boy Paul!

Fun fact, I was this John for Halloween in 2021 to a college party. My hair was already like that, and I had dirty white keds and black jeans, so I just did fake sideburns, fake glasses, and a fake fur coat. I tried to get my best friend to be Paul. She wanted to be a hooker, and I was like “It’s the same thing!”

See, look at him and his whorish ways!

John’s little lip-bit smile. He’s so happy with himself nailing that solo. Cutie.

Cocky boys. As they should be. I love when they’re proud of their work together. Get Back is 95% just Looks between John and Paul, isn’t it?

John and Paul instantly jump into their little “humble working class entertainers” act. You know what just occurred to me? You know how they talked about the “rattle your jewelry” comment backstage and Paul dared John to say it? I wonder if they talked about the “audition” comment too.

It really is a beautiful thing they’re doing. It’s lovely, watching everyon leave their desk jobs and their shopping and whatever else to sit in their fire escapes and congregate in the street and huddle together on rooftops. It really is just like the happy end in a sixties zeitgeist movie.

All the girls nervous to be too enthusiastic after years of being made fun of themselves and watching others like them being mocked on TV. Let girls like things, damnit!

Mo jamming! I’m in love.

John mouthing Paul’s lyrics.

“Paul McCartney singing that. What a voice.” Literally me if time travel existed.

“And if SOMEBODY loved me like she does,” Well, it is good manners to look at the person you’re talking to, I guess. But you do have an audience, John. And a mic and a camera.

“Absolutely disrupt all the business in this area.” Yes! Get those blue meanies, boys!

“No lay rishi gahd blay bloojaygoo” should replace all the stupid quotes the Lennon estate puts on everything they sell. Then I’d actually want their shit. Paul trying to magic the words from his head into John’s there. Successfully, though.

That “Pleeeeeheeeeease” is one of the prettiest beatles vocal moments. I love it with all my heart. And clearly, so does Paul. Doing that thing he does, inappropriately thrusting into his bass.

Oh my gosh it’s the song Paul and John do together on tour right now!

That “Yyyyyeeeeeah, yeaaaaaah!” (I mean the whole song, the whole concert, but especially that) does things to me.

John’s extremely blurry, because he turned his head quick enough to give him whiplash there, sorry everyone. But look! They’re having the time of their lives! They just love performing together so much!

Everyone goes to check on their accumulating audience. (except Paul. Wonder what that’s about.)Ringo’s little pleasantly surprised smile is so so sweet!

It must be so fun for them to be performing One after 909 again after all these years. Bitter sweet with everything that’s changed since then.

LMAO Kevin thank you for your service!

He’s a silly cutie.

The mic in the street asking that girl if she’d like them to come back every lunchtime. Imagine if they did? How cute would that be? Like back to their cavern lunchtime shows. Maybe that could’ve saved them.

Them playing God Save the Queen reminds me of that story where Brian was like, “This bigger manager wants to buy your contract from me, and I just wanted to be straight with you. They could probably get better deals for you.” and they were like, “If you sell us to him we’re only playing God Save the Queen from that moment on.” It’s probably a fake story, but that’s what it made me think of.

I always think that quote of Paul’s is so strange, where he was like “I never got the chance to watch John while we were playing.” Like. What are you talking about, baby?

Literally “Uh. Yeah. Uh. Yeah.” Fucking his bass. Staring at John. Okay? And I’m not supposed to take that and run with it? I’m not supposed to assume from that that you want to fuck your songwriting partner?

I think he genuinely wants to get arrested. I really do. I think he wants them all to get arrested so they can finally be alone in a room together. A lovely cell for four. Just shimmying at them. And Billy looking at him like, Bro. What the fuck is wrong with you?

Paul’s “woo” and shimmy :: John’s “woo” and weird little kick move. And Paul looks so fond, of course.

God bless Mal for stalling those little fucks as long as humanly possible. And Debbie! “Don’t actually go on the roof because it’s overweight.” Gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss!

Absolutely LOVE John and George turning their amps back on. That’s right. You guys are what’s keeping the country going at this point, so if you want to play on your roof they better let you play on your roof and say thank you.

All the times when they just simultaneously turn to each other. Like, yes, this is our que to stare hungrily into each other’s eyes.

My stomach just dropped at those words across the screen. “This was the Beatles’ last public performance.” We know, Peter Jackson. You don’t have to remind us. Jeez.

John and Paul’s two very different but equally important leadership roles in the band at work here at the end of the concert. John delivers his iconic line, makes everyone laugh, and seals the band’s last performance with a very tight bow. Meanwhile, Paul’s climbing the gate to bypass the crowd and schmooze the police out of arresting Mal.

THIS is sooo cute. Heads buried together and John’s very sweet, “‘s’matter? Hmm?”

George is so cute here in the control room afterward. No wonder they don’t listen to his not wanting to do things, honestly, if he acts like this after. “What’s the law say why you can’t do that? Well how disturbing the peace? Yeah, I’m for taking over London. And every rock group in the world all on different buildings, playing the same tune.” Adorable.

Poor John. It breaks my heart that he doesn’t think his little lyric flub is funny. He’s disappointed in himself. I wish he could see that that’s one of the things everyone loves about him. George was grinning ear to ear about it. For fuck’s sake, that’s one of the reasons Paul fell in love with you in the first place. If only John could see himself the way we see him, you know?

This little moment cracks me up. John always has to be mommy’s naughty little boy, and Yoko does a very sweet job of playing her part here.

Linda and Paul are so touchy and clingy and it’s very romantic and I love that Ringo joins in and makes fun of them.

The whole after-show glow for everyone was just so palpable and fantastic. I wish they could've gone on performing together. Clearly it made all of them very happy.

#and that's that #Apparently we've got a bonus day though that I forgot existed #so that's nice #Or not for anyone that was excited to not see these on your dash lol #tumblr live #paul mccartney #the beatles #john lennon #mclennon #ringo starr #george harrison #get back

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Rubbing my hands together evily again

Wondering if I could make another request of it's alright

Tim, Brian, and Evan (I have favorites hehe) with a gn or Afab s/o whos an artist and sees them as a muse

(could be sfw could be nsfw whatevers more fun)

Tyty and your works are great :3!!

-🐟

hi !! glad to see you're taking requests for evan :) I was wondering if you could do some hcs for Evan with a reader who draws/sketches a bunch?? like they always use evan for inspo in drawings and they draw things they do in their relationship?? maybe something about how evan catches them looking and drawing him when they think he's not looking.. and maybe if you'd like you could include habit and his reaction to it as well.. I hope this makes sense and isn't too much!! if it is feel free to ignore 🫶

i decided to combine these two just to make it easier for navigation and all that, i hope that's okay !! thank you both soso much :) <333

🚬📹☠️🐇 Tim Wright / Brian Thomas / Evan Myers / HABIT x artist!reader

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Tim :

listen

he hates to pry. he really does.

but he wants to see EVERYTHING

he's trying to sneak peaks going behind the couch when your drawing in the living room, oh-so-conveniently needing to be in your guys' room when you're working on something at your desk- he thinks he's being very covert

he's an awkward and easily embarrassed man, he doesn't think to just ask to see no matter how many times you tell him he can

he is thoroughly thrown through a loop when he sees you drawing him

he has some. not great self esteem regarding all of the things he's been through and been told, and he has good reason to be anxious about most things- especially someone important leaving him

him getting reassurance that you actually do like how he looks and that you love him so much he's stuck in your mind when he's gone means so, so much more than he could ever comfortably express.

he does try to, though

through embarrassed and deeper mumbled praise, some red tinted cheeks and his finger nervously rubbing at the edge of the page

he asks if he can keep a smaller doodle on him :)

Brian :

YOUR !! BIGGEST !!! SUPPORTER !!!!

he's hyping you up however he knows possible

he was a theater and film kid, there's no way he didn't meet a couple art kids in there

he'll get a real good look at whatever it is you show him before he points out things like the shading in a particular area looks really good, the line art flows really well, things like that

as a former (short term lol) actor, he knows how frustrating it can be to just hear a "that looks great!" when you've worked really hard on something

if you draw HIM?? he's beyond flattered

and a little taken aback by how much you remember of him

Brian's big on trying to figure out other people, understand what makes them the way they are, what they're gonna do- so much so i think that he can forget how much other people soak him in, too

so when you showcase all of your focus and love for him through your art, it fixes up his worldview a little bit

he has a big burst of that "this is why i love you" feeling and he looks at you with the biggest dopiest smile

if you let him keep any of the work you do he'll try to find a way to keep at least one of them on him at all times

in his wallet, phone case, jean pocket, something like that

he just wants a little bit of you wherever he goes :)

Evan :

HE LOVES IT SO MUCH

little doodles on the grocery list, scribbles on the corner of a reminders list, drawing on his hand when you get bored; you name it and he's gonna cherish it

he thinks it's the cutest thing when you think he can't see you looking up at him every now and then while you're buried in your sketchbook across the couch

you have an entire page that's getting decorated with scattered snapshots of your life together

the two of you with your foreheads pressed together laughing at each other from when he was trying to butter you up to try and get you to go to a specific place for dinner, how he looked at you when you cut your finger making lunch and he decided he hand to kiss all over your hand for good measure- so many small moments that meant the world in both of your hearts and, eventually, you end up wanting to show him what you've been working on

and he may or may not have gotten a little bit very emotional about it

you just mean so much to him

this poor man has been through and lost so much

he's so grateful for you, and to know that you're so grateful for him as well? and enough to cherish the same moments he does and immortalize the two of you like that? he's gone

HABIT :

NOOOSSSSYYYYYYYYYY BASTARD

you couldn't hide a crumb from him

he's known you've been drawing him since the first time you did it because he is a little SPY

he can be so quiet when he feels like it, and he wants to see eeeeverything you draw

the process intrigues him

if he caught you looking up and back down to your sketchbook at him, i can see him doing two things

going over and seeing how the drawing looks already because he wants to know what you think he looks like

OR rapidly switching positions for you to draw him in, "is this my good side? make sure you get my face. can you draw me with blood? i want blood-"

he is very proud to be your muse, though

he'll hang up any finished pieces you let him have

#🐟#everymanhybrid x reader #habit emh x reader #emh habit x reader #evan myers x reader #marble hornets x reader #tim wright x reader #brian thomas x reader #rabbit writings

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Me being a broken record

With everything that went down the past few days, I kind of feel the need to play this on repeat, so I'm going at this from another angle.

JK is not the person people are trying to paint him out to be.

This callous macho sex fiend, that at the moment, even though people keep screaming "well, he might be bi", they are actually only talking about him screwing women. And lots of them. In different places, at different times. He's a fuckboy par excellence.

And those that take that one step further also have him cheating on JM, breakup stories, make up stories, full on fanfics in the making.

I have addressed much of this here:

He also addressed some of this in last night's Stationhead.

And did the whole TikTok post and delete thingy.

I get it.

Well, part of it.

3D kind of shook some people.

It was the very obvious meaning of the song, JK singing on repeat girl, and I think the big big thing here was Jack Harlow's lyrics. I think for many the initial knee jerk reaction was to those lyrics. And I will admit, I had that same knee jerk reaction (to JH's lyrics).

I still don't like them. Whichever way you look at them, they are problematic.

But I came to live with the song, cause it's JK, cause when you listen to it on repeat you just can't get rid of it (🤣), cause I like his performance (yes, including the certain very sexual moves. Hey, I'm no prude), and cause I just tend to listen to the alternative version and when I have the clip running on YT phase out from the rap (cause I just don't like it).

But for many, as I got to discover after this whole shitshow blew up, JK singing girl in a song for which he did not even write the lyrics is all it took to throw away everything people saw and knew about Jikook and JK in behaviour and interactions over the past 10 years. For that.

Forget the y/ns. All they needed and were waiting for was that kind of confirmation. They didn't need anything more than JK saying that one word. The choreo being sexual added, of course. It being sexual either way making no difference. Either way meaning every single move that was considered sexual can be applied to either male or female!!!

Oh, and there was this:

But you see, this is what actually happened:

By the by, big deal. Big deal JK does the thrusts in the choreo. Big deal JK did that flicking of the hand. Even if he did it only not to leave Brian hanging, literally. He is an adult, and do I remind that JM did the same in the recording of their Idol MV? Him doing all of this doesn't make him into what people are trying to paint him to be.

So, we were at this point where people that were supposed to have JK's back, in the sense that even if they had doubt the least they could have done was not to continue to spread it, and with every tweet or post add a little more conjecture and assumption, none of it based in facts, didn't. Have his back in the sense of perhaps stepping back for a second and waiting to see where the stones fall, didn't. See if there is a statement, if JK says something, they didn't. There was a clear intent in the timing of these clips and pics. Posting them just after the release of the song and during Chuseok, so it takes time for whoever it is that needs or wants to take action. So it gives time for it to spread. And it did. Not with Karmy. Cause they had JK's back. Not with Chinese army, cause they were fighting the claims for authenticity of the clips, fighting the claims of harassment that were also raised against him. This was a coordinated targeted attack. And instead of having his back, I-army just went with it. Spreading it. Defending the authenticity of it. Yes, there were cries for breach of privacy. All while continuing to spread the clip over sm.

We don't know these young men fully. We also don't know what they do with their time. We get maybe a 0.01% of it now. Before we got more. The early years we got a shit ton. Not everything. But enough to see who they are as human beings. The good and the bad. And NOTHING that we got over the years, and even more so through the maybe somewhat tainted Jikook glasses indicates JK to be that person that he was painted out to be in the past few days.

The man that talked about being with that one person for life. The man that believes in destiny. The man that arranged and paid for a trip for JM to Japan knowing he was struggling at that time, going on that trip with him, doing what JM wanted to do, even when it wasn't necessarily what he would have chosen to have done (remember RM and Jhope's conversation about JM dragging JK around Malta?). The man that made that HUGE statement at RB. We all focus on the ear sucking, but this was way more than that. JK enveloping JM, whispering something in his ear. Kissing his ear. Then sucking it, kissing it again and then comforting him, helping him up and just being by his side. This is the man that fucking tattooed JM's name on his hand for all to see. That tattooed a moon on his shoulder. That tattooed an eclipse on his arm. This is the man that during a LV concert looking at JM, talking to JM, said "I LOVE YOU", out loud, for all of us to hear. And if, by any chance, he wasn't aware the mic was still on for all of us to hear, wouldn't that have been even WAY louder? No realising we are hearing him saying it to JM, that it was meant for his ears only. This is a man that has dedicated almost full lives to JM. Listening to and singing his songs, watching JM content adoringly.

All that and so so much more.

Enter a grainy clip with faces literally white washed, a couple of more either badly edited clips and pics and all is forgotten. JK is the ultimate playboy. Multiple girlfriends (what name wasn't attached to him?).

And when JK denies having a gf then it's: "but the clip is old" or "doesn't mean he doesn't sleep around".

Instead of listening to him.

You think he doesn't know when this is supposed to be from? The clip. For god's sake, the dog being there was what everyone latched onto. So he knows. And he said I don't have a gf but was talking about THAT clip. You expected him to say "yes I saw the clip, I didn't have a gf then"? No. This is what he could do. And again, instead of listening to him, what he's trying to tell us: NO GF, NO NEED FOR ONE, people are about trying to see why the clip could still be legitimate, authentic, and/or why it doesn't mean he isn't sleeping around.

Perhaps that's why he felt the need to comeback with his ever so loud TikTok post and delete.

Anyway, me ranting again.

#Jungkook #JK

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04/11/2024 Daily OFMD Recap

TLDR; Rhys Darby; Nathan Foad; Samba Schutte; Erroll Shand; Jes Tom; Watch Party Reminders; Fan Spotlight; Cast Cards; Never Left Podcast; Mini Love Notes; Daily Darby / Today's Taika

== Rhys Darby ==

Dan and Rhys are back together again on May 13th in Soho, London for We Can Be Weirdos LIVE! Unfortunately tickets are already sold out from what i hear but you can visit their site to keep up with if more open up. SRC: @WeCanBeWeirdos Instagram

== Nathan Foad ==

Nathan showing off a first preview of his look for Love's Labour's Lost! Img Src: Nathan's IG Stories

== Samba Schutte ==

Just Samba being proud and adorable. Img Src: Samba's IG

== Erroll Shand ==

Awww Erroll is wearing @ndkiwi04's pins 😭😭😭. If you'd like any they are in their Ko-fi Shop. Img Src: Erroll's IG Stories

== Jes Tom ==

Our dear Jes Tom finally got top surgery! Congrats Babe! They're actually doing really well and are doing an "Ask Me Anything" on their IG stories since they're bored at home recovering, so if you have IG and wanna get in there and ask some questions, you can do so here and then click on their icon.

== Watch Party Reminders! ==

== Flight Of the Conchords ==

Today we're on Season 1 Ep 9 and 10. Join Save OFMD Crew, and @/ iamadequate1 this week for Flight of the Conchords watch parties! You can watch each day at 4pm PT, 7 pm ET, 11pm BST! If you don't have access, feel free to join us on the #RhysDarbyFaction Discord server, you can hit me up for an invite.

Hashtags:

#FlagOfTheConchords

#OurFlagMeansDeath

== Taskmaster NZ ==

*Please Note*: @/ ineffablecollision was kind enough to let us know of some desyncing issues! Thanks friend!

"During the TMNZ watch party, depending on where you watch, you *will* get desynced! I don't know if TVNZ kept the ad break bumpers, but Ch4 has one missing (TMNZ has four ad breaks compared to TMUK's three, so they cut to fit), and YT has them cut altogether!"

Series 1 continues Friday at 11am PT / 2 pm ET / 7 pm BST on any of the @saveofmdcrewmates socials.

#Quartermaster

#OurFlagMeansDeath

Taskmaster

== Fan Spotlight ==

= Cast Cards =

Today's Cast Card by @melvisik is Siegfried, played by Brian Gattas!

And we've got a correction to yesterday's Cast Card! There was a bit of a typo on yesterdays, so Boris is updated! Thanks @melvisik!

= Never Left Podcast =

Can I just say I'm digging all the fan podcasts getting into interviews with the cast and crew? It's so great to see them getting the love! Next week on April 16th our buddy Hugo Pierre Martin (a member of the fan crew too!) will be joining the Never Left Podcast for an interview! Check it out on their IG, or their Linktr.ee

== Love Notes ==

Img Src: @thelatestkate

== Daily Darby / Tonight's Taika ==

Theme: BB Rhys and Taika

Darby Gif Courtesy of @mulder-isms

Taika Gif Courtesy of @celluloidbroomcloset

#ofmd #our flag means death #rhys darby #save ofmd #taika waititi #jes tom #erroll shand #hugo pierre martin #samba schutte #nathan foad

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yo. hi. mh boys w a streamer s/o?:)

hello everyone, excuse my sudden disappearance:( i have really important exams coming up and i barely have time for myself between studying!! promise i'll get better at writing regularly afterwards🙏

anyway, thank you for the submission! sorry i didn't send you the preview, it's your ask anyway:) love u tomi!!!!!

Alex:

To be honest, he seems like a streamer guy. What do you think he was doing for almost a year before he called Jay again? Streamed Minecraft or something (imagine it was possible back then for me, please).

Anyway, he would be so supportive. He is your #1 fan (but wouldn't say it outloud).

"Hey Alex, I've been thinking about buying this Stream De-" "TAKE MY MONEY"

Would kill anyone who says it's not a real job, because he sees the work you put into it, the tears from receiving hate, and the inevitable happiness it brings you.

If you asked him to join you on stream one day, he would almost piss himself.

"ME??? On stream??? With my FAVOURITE streamer??? YES!" In a teasing voice, but he is secretly overly excited.

Jay:

He is very happy for you when you start becoming famous, because he sees how happy it makes YOU. He loves seeing your dreams come true in front of his eyes.

He would get you the best camera the world has to offer. Is there not a good enough one for your pretty face? Fuck it, he makes it.

A sweetheart when it comes to making you feel better after a hate raid. Draws you a bath, orders your favourite food (he cannot cook for the life of him), cuddles you in bed.

If you asked him to do a stream with you one day, he would gladly agree. He would be nervous at first, but then he would just goof around and you both would have a great time.

Brian:

He would like to just watch your streams while he works on his line delivery or something. Your voice soothes him, and that is exactly what he needs.

Would beg you to do one of those "I gave my viewers 500$ to spend on Amazon" streams. Then you reminded him that you would actually have to have those 500$. That shut him up pretty quickly.

Sometimes you think your chat likes him more than you. When he occasionally comes into your streaming room in the middle of a stream with food, your chat starts spamming his name and various versions of greetings.

One "Hey chat!" and a grin later, he is now playing with you next to him. Be ready for more streams with him! He really enjoyed it and chat did too.

Tim:

Tim wouldn't really get why you are willingly putting your face (or just yourself as a person) out on the internet. Still, he would be very supportive. He always is.

Would sit with you in your streaming room. He loves your voice.

Reminds you that you don't have to do this job if it mentally drains you after every hate raid. He is very protective of you, and he wouldn't want to lose you to a bunch of jerks on the internet.

You talk about him on stream a lot, so chat is, of course, clamouring for a boyfriend stream.

He eventually agrees, but he doesn't yet know what he's gotten himself into.

It's a cooking stream. And you basically just do what he is telling you to do while looking at eachother cutely. Beware of the edits!

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letmetellyouaboutmyfeels · 5 months

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Tumblr Fandom: A Year in Review 2023

Tagged by @mistmarauder and I'm pretty sure I'm contractually obligated to do as she says so...

Top Five Blorbos: Eddie Diaz, Evan "Buck" Buckley, Patrick Jane, Edgin Darvis, Xenk Yendar

Top Five Fandoms: 9-1-1, Fast & Furious, Dungeons and Dragons: Honor Among Thieves, The Mentalist, The Witcher

Top Five OTPs: Buddie, Xedgin, whatever the hell Dom/Brian is called (there is so little fanfic for them I am weeping), Jisbon, House/Shenanigans uh I mean House/Wilson/Cuddy

Shoutout to Some New Friends: @princessfbi and @tulipfromtheinternet have been very kind to me, leaving treats out on their porches for me to sniff. I even let them pet me after a few months of slowly earning my trust!

Shoutout to Some Old Friends: @mistmarauder and @catdadeddie are two friends I grew closer with this year, and have done a lot to restore my trust in people. They've put up with an unfair amount of prickliness and distrust on my part with grace and love. @evcndiaz has also put up with me dropping into her inbox with fun (horrifying) facts about human anatomy, which earns her a gold medal. And of course @givemeunicorns @devilsbrokerank @captainofthefallen and @extasiswings continue to be my rocks and remind me that there are good people in this world, and that some of those good people might actually love me.

Favorite Creation You Posted This Year: Genuinely I feel like with my Halloween fics I have done the best work in my fanfiction career. I'm shocked at how proud I am of the fanfics I put out this year, including my Wednesday fic and my Xedgin fics. It's impossible for me to choose a favorite.

Favorite Creation Posted by Someone Else This Year: @kittykatthetacodemon had me reading fic for fandoms and ships I'm not even in or shipping? she's just that fucking good? holy shit go watch Mag7 and then read her fics just. just do it.

People Who Brightened Your Year: @lisbonsteresa always and forever brightens my days, and it was a delight this year to be in the same fandom again as she got me hooked on The Mentalist, @mistmarauder always makes me laugh even (especially) when she's roasting me, and @extasiswings helped me get away from the real world a couple times when I needed it.

Anyone Else You'd Like to Mention: I'm so grateful to all of my readers, always. Your enthusiasm and comments are what keep me going. Thank you thank you thank you.

Five of Your Favorite Authors This Year: I'll be honest I have barely read any fanfic this year since I simply haven't had time but a quick shout out again to @kittykatthetacodemon because Mist forced me to read her fanfics at gunpoint and I've never been so happy to be at gunpoint after reading them. I've reread her Hobbs & Shaw fics literally a dozen times, she nails the hysterical over-the-top banter from the F&F films and it has me giggling every time.

Oh and @henswilsons. Forever and always making me laugh with your delightful fics. Never stop, dear.

Five of Your Favorite Artists/Gifmakers/Podficcers/Etc. This Year: @captain-hen so many times I see a gifset that makes me insane and it's by you, you menace. @like-the-rest-of-la lovely art from a lovely person. @bucksketch you make art that has me screeching and twirling my hair and kicking my feet. @mistmarauder your podfics, babe, you know how much I adore them. Um I'm terrible at remembering urls (I'm even worse with names). Uh. Um. Uhhhh. Uhhhhhhh... *we're all still waiting days later*

Three Things You're Looking Forward to in 2024: 9-1-1 SEASON SEVEN BABEEEEEEY

#tagging thing #about mads

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PAC: PAST LIFE, who were you in a past life?

“Everything will be clear to you in time. But you must have a chance to digest the knowledge that we have given to you already.”(Brian L. Weiss, Messages from the Masters)

This PAC will answer: 1) Who were you? 2) What did you do? 3) What challenges did you face? 4) How did you die? (In your past life)

If you do not reasonate with any of them, do not worry, it may not be for you (these situations are specific). The reading is done with the “Past life” Oracle Cards of Brian Weiss. Obviously, TW: death and sensitive topics.

¡Disclaimer! Even if my words sound somehow hard, have in mind, that I am not trying to put any pressure or view on anyone. Do not change if you do not want too, I’m just trying to advice you.

Masterlist: Other readings.

P1-P2-P3

P4-P5-P6

PILE 1 – TW: slavery, religion.

Who were you? “Spirituality and Religion”

In your past life you were someone that was truly into religion (possible spiritualism). I got the “biblical” card at the back of the deck too. These two cards tell me that in your past life you were someone religious, someone that almost devoted their life to religion. This experience has surpassed your past death and it still inside of you. As you were present in the time of Jesus and of Moises, you do feel inside of you the truth. And I think you won’t agree with the actual religious texts because you know it did not happen like that. You my have felt an opposition to actual religion because it lies.

With the next point on the reading, I will explain the suffering this brought you and why you may reject religion.

What did you do? “Imprisonment and slavery”

This card tells me that you were persecuted and imprisoned for your believes. I think you were in a period where your religion was not accepted. I’m feeling the beginnings of Christianism in the Roman Empire. You could have possibly been a slave or suffer a really dark life that still has a hold on you. (I kind of feel a pressure on my hearth, do you suffer from anxiety or fear the dark and small rooms? It may be related to your past life). You were mostly always in a dark room, not just because of slavery but because you could not practice your religion in freedom. I think religion has brought a lot of pain to you, but its time to reconnect with this part of your life and stop with your opposition. Try to connect with spiritualism and religion in a deeper way. No one can hurt you nowadays.

What challenges did you face? “Trees”

The trees card in my opinion, is a clear reference to freedom. The trees just want to go up and up. Free from the trunk that unites them to the earth. For some of you, I think this also has to do with religion (the Celtic one). These trees tell me that even if you were in such a religious ambience, you were not able to communicate with the trees (the religious people) or express your believes. Someone was holding you from that life, from being able to communicate spirituality, with God even. Clear reference to the imprisonment that you suffered.

How did you die? “Mother” TW: not for sensitive people.

I have two options for this pile:

1) You died while giving birth. If this is your case, one way to end it is that you must stop being scared to children or motherhood, creating a family is not that bad.

2) Your mom caused your death indirectly. I feel that somehow all this energy of being locked up in a place could be your mom’s fault as in she did try to protect you but failed. She was too protective of you and thought that your ideas were not right. Her pressure took a toll on you.

Little annotations: It’s kind of funny how the pic that you and I choose without knowing represents the situations of being locked up.

Other readings. Let me know if this reasonates thanks!

PILE 2

Who were you? “Atlantis”

Wow, this is intense. You were someone from Atlantis, someone close to the Greeks. You were from an old civilization close to the sea. Atlantis have always reminded me to the Minoans. I think that sometimes you feel the pull to the ancient eras and think about how marvellous it would have been to life in a city like Atlantis. It’s possible that in this life you suffer from phobia to the sea or that you love it, no middle term. You were also peace lover, so you may be a pacifist or someone that moves a lot for social causes. You were an idealist.

This follows the connection to the second card of the reading.

What did you do? “Boats”

I think you were a sailor, someone that investigated the sea. You were someone free and clever. The sea has this pull on you. Maybe you even get random dizziness from time to time, to remember your soul a boat’s movement. At first, I got the idea that you went into the sea to trade and to kind of explore new territories, the world was still new at that time. And you met a lot of foreigner civilizations, even the Egiptians.

What challenges did you face? “Monk”

The idea that I get from this card is that you put yourself trough a lot of vows. Self-vows that tied you up on a lot of things that you wanted to do. In the past, to get on ships, sailors had a lot of rules (nautical vows) as “do not let women get in the ship” or “my life belongs just to the sea” or something like this. I think it will relate to every person reading this in a different level, but I think, that in general, everyone was just to focused on the sea life to try to construct a life outside of it (no spouse, no kids, no family). To try to break these vows you just must reject them in your head or out loud. Reject it in all dimensions. Follow your past life dreams now that you can.

How did you die? “Forgiveness”

You did not want to forgive. You clung to anger and madness. You died like a true pirate. I think you died while being angry at someone. This madness is represented in this life trough possible hypertension, falling into addictions and insomnia. I think that with the past cards you could possibly suffer from vertigo disease. You need to forgive in this life too. I think you could have died in the ship from thirst. Lost in the sea and looking at the sky, a few birds following the ship to rest from long trips.

Little annotations: It’s kind of funny how the pic that you and I choose without knowing represent some of the cards that I got (mostly the bird wings).

Other readings. Let me know if this reasonates thanks!

PILE 3

Who were you? “Karmic relationship”

This card does not truly answer the question but there’s an obvious story going on. You are someone that has reincarnate a few times. In recent past lives you have always reincarnated with the same people (it has happened at least once). Your job had something to do with being a healer or a witch (working with energies). You were a lover, a tragic lover, someone who had not a reciprocated love (maybe, not because the other person did not love you).

What did you do? “Unrequited love”

I think someone tried to bring both of you apart. There was a betrayal that you still have to heal, a love-relationship that you still have to live. This has affected your actual life and you must not have had a lot of relationships. You do not trust in love, you do no trust in yourself. There’s insecurity in love. You are afraid of love and trust and confidence. You would rather be alone that to try.

What challenges did you face? “Galactic”

This is really interesting!!! This card is telling me that in this past life could have been the first one in Earth, that your past life was the first in Earth. Your soul has lived outside of this Earth and dimension. That’s why you had so many problems with love and marriage, you were just not used to it. You must have thought that humans were violent and aggressive creatures. You were confused about how humans worked, and you did not see compassion or friendliness in them. Your soul work in this life is to trust in them and in their love.

How did you die? “High priestess”

I think people around you did notice that you were not someone from Earth, that you were a witch or a worker of some type. You were “galactic”. I think you will be really inclined toward astrology and the stars. I think you tried to teach them what you knew, what was carved and printed into your soul. They did not like it, I’m sorry. I think you died from loneliness or at hands of some maniac. Your soul work in this life is to enjoy humans and their ways, to live and feel love. I’m pretty sure you have your soul family, your soulmate, and your karmic soulmate around there. You have all reincarnated together to learn and enjoy. Good luck!

Little anotacions: it could be that your genders were changed in the last life (example: if you are a woman, you were a man) or that this relationship is LGBT.

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PILE 4 -TW:self-harm

Who were you? (Phobias)

This card is telling me that you are kinda blocked in the sense that’s not easy to reach your past lives for others, you may have a lot of phobias related to past lives that do not leave me get in. However, I’m inclined to say that this aura is medieval. You were someone that was not in complete control of your life, that scares you nowadays. You have no confidence because of certain events that happened in the past.

What did you do? (Vows)

In your past life, you were someone that I think, was forced to adopt a lot of rules and vows, I think it’s a more religious ambience. Such as vow of poorness, abnegation, even selflharm (I will explain in the next section). It’s like you were summered into some cult; it may not even be a cult but a really extreme and strict society. Oh, wait, maybe you were close to some of the holy wars (crusades). The Knight templars. It was a really hard time to be alive.

What challenges did you face? (Medicine-man/ witch-doctor)

I think that the challenges you had to pass were related to your health. You were never attended; your scars did not matter at all. Health was not important at that time, but what I think it’s the worse is that some of you could self-inflict some of the pain or the scars. As if it was a divine punishment or a way to show your value and discipline.

“The Knights Templar They had all joined taking three vows: poverty, chastity, and obedience for they were monks: warrior monks, dedicated to the protection of pilgrims in the Holy Land…”. www.addall.com/books-in-order/knights-templar-mysteries/

How did you die? (knightage)

This has correlations to the other cards, your death was caused due to the holy wars, due to the Knight templars. I think one of the knights may have killed you or that you were moved out aggressively of your house. This has to do with a knight, a cruel medieval war.

Little annotations: A few cards have a hood on them, I don’t know if you have any mark in your face that you try to hide or you don’t like people looking at you. It could be related to this past life.

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PILE 5

Who were you? “Live in community”

I think this past life was your first life in Earth, before it you were just living in the spiritual realm. You were a “galactic”, a spirit of some sort. You were born in a lovingly family, (somewhere around the ends of the 19th century for some of you). I see old houses and mansions. It was a really close community. You were just a baby; I think you were kind of the spoiled one in the group.

What did you do? “Baby”

I think you did not have the chance to take a lot of important decision, you were just worried about eating and sleeping. You did not develop your senses enough to be able to take decisive choices. I kind of see this vision of someone looking at a window, at the sky in a peaceful way, as if I was a baby in a crib looking up. Somehow, discovering for the first time what was around me.

What challenges did you face? “Trees”

I think that your main challenge was that you were not able to grow. You did not get as tall as you must have. I think you were also, a curious kid (the majority of you were boys in this past life). I see you trying to stand up and run in a garden or in the shore of the forest. Getting close to some trees, you may feel an intense connection to nature in this life. You may feel really comfortable in it.

How did you die? “Wars and battles”

As it says in the card, I think you died in a war. I kind of see the idea of different tribes (more inclined to Celtic or native Americans) fighting between them. It’s not a direct injury of a gun, but maybe, as you were young your body was not able to endure the consequences of a war. But, I have to say that your first years were really happy and that you were a really loved child.

Other readings. Let me know if it reasonates, thanks!

PILE 6

Who were you? “Asia”

You were from the Asian continent!! Vietnam and the Tibet are really hitting my brain. I see you as someone that had to wear their typical clothes, yellow clothes. I think some of you could be attracted to this continent because of their culture ( I said culture, not just K-pop and Anime…). This connection has to do with their religion too, I kinda think your principles will relate to Hinduism (dharma), because you were like that in the past. It’s a fulfilling feeling of peace and spiritualism.

What did you do? “Arts”

You were someone that enjoyed music, I think you played a traditional instrument, something with cords. You had beautiful and fast hands (do you have any marks on them in this life)? It was traditional music, so so beautiful, I can kind of hear light and high notes. You did this for a life, I think you played in the street or in some bars/restaurants that hired you for a show. ( I have been investigating; the instrument could be a guzheng or a tibetan lute).

What challenges did you face? “Orphan”

I think you grow up without your parent’s help. You could have lost your parents at a young age, or they could have broken off their contact with you. I think you had to survive of your own. I think you had to panhandle in the streets. And you asked from house to house for something to eat. This way you met your soul family, people that adopted you and teached how to play these instruments. I see an old Asian man with a bit of a bear and wrinkles around their eyes, tan skin, so they may have been farmers.

How did you die? “Father”

I think it was the betrayal of your father, the one of bloodline. I feel that he was not a good father. He felt jealous of your good luck, of the fame you achieved while making music. He never saw you as his son?? I think he was a bad person, I think he did not trust your mother and did think you were not his son (like, your mom cheated on him). There’s a lot of work you have to do in relation to your parents, I think you have to forgive them for your own well-being.

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winchesterszvonecek · 8 months

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It Made Me Think of You - [ Brian ‘Otis’ Zvonecek ]

Summary: Otis gives you a gift that made him think of you as a way to finally confess his feelings for you requested

Word Count: 2152

Warnings: female!reader, fluff

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Otis couldn’t stop himself from thinking about that little crocheted animal he’d seen. Couldn’t stop himself from thinking about how much it reminded him of you. How much it made him smile, made his heart warm whenever he pictured what your reaction might be if you saw it.

He could see you now, smiling wider than ever before. Your cheeks dipping into those cute little dimples, the ones he always loved to see. He knew you’d love it. Would probably even talk all cute towards it, like you often did with your stuffed animals, something he found utterly adorable. Would you blush? Would you get nervous? Flustered even, that he’d gotten it for you? Otis didn’t know, but he couldn’t stop thinking about it. Or you. He never stopped thinking of you.

It’s what made him double back for it, thinking of you. It’s what made him walk all the way back to the entrance of the craft fair he’d decided to stroll through on his way home. It was the very first stall, the one he saw the very second he stepped foot under the sign, that’s where he spotted that tiny, handmade version of your favourite animal, the one you always talked about. The one that decorated many of the things you owned. Many of the belongings that littered your apartment, your car, even your locker was covered in stickers, most of which he’d gotten for you anytime he’d seen them.

He always loved getting you gifts, just so he could see your reaction and feel the hug you gave him afterwards, the ones where you always lingered for a couple extra seconds before pulling away. The ones where he could smell your shampoo and your perfume. Feel the softness of your hair as it brushed against him. All the little things that had made him fall for you.

It’s part of the reason why he bought you the present, so he could use it as a way to finally tell you how he felt. He’d spent months trying to figure out whether you liked him back, something he still didn’t know but that he could only dream you did, especially with how you looked at him sometimes… It was different to the way you looked at the others. But whatever the answer may be, yes hopefully, he would find out soon enough.

He’d find out in a few minutes actually as he’d just knocked on the door to your apartment, the nerves in his stomach building rapidly as he heard movement inside which told him you were home. He almost backed out. Almost dropped the present at your door like a stalker and ran off, but then the door opened and the second he saw your pretty face appearing from behind it, he knew he wasn’t going anywhere. At least, not unless you told him to.

“Otis, this is a nice surprise.” You said with a beaming smile, one which almost had him on the floor it made his heart beat that fast. You stepped back, opening the door further, a sweet smelling scent escaping out into the hallway as you revealed your outfit. Your pyjamas to be exact, which were themed the same as the little stuffed animal he held in his hands, as were your socks which he couldn’t help but smile at. “What are you doing here?”

“I uh…” Otis began, clearing his throat before he lifted the little gift bag he held in his hand up, watching your eyes drop to it with a semi-furrowed brow. “I saw this on my way home and it uh, it- It made me think of you.” He finished, feeling incredibly nervous as his gaze shifted from you, unable to see how your eyes softened.

“Oh, that’s so sweet.” You said softly, touched at his gesture as you took the bag from him, your stomach fluttering when his fingers brushed against yours. “Thank you, Otis… This is really nice of you.”

“It’s nothing.” Otis shrugged off, praying the heat he felt on his cheeks wasn’t showing.

“Do you want to come in? I just baked cookies.” You said happily, watching the way his eyes widened a little as you always knew he loved your cookies. Which may be why you always made them and brought them to work with you, just so you could make him smile.

“I’d love to.” He breathed out, his smile widening as you stepped further back, allowing him to enter your sweet smelling apartment. He heard the door click behind him as he delved further in, taking in the surroundings he’d only had the pleasure of seeing a few times since he met you.

Otis couldn’t help but notice the array of animal themed objects, all of which were of your favourite. They made him smile, even more than he already was, as he pictured your face when you saw his gift. He couldn’t help but wonder where you’d put it. Whether it would go atop your shelf or join the other stuffed animals that he had no doubts covered your bed.

“Do you want some coffee?” Your voice pulled him from his thoughts as he spun on his heels, having been staring at a little glass animal that sat atop your bookshelf. His eyes landed on yours, your head tilted a little as you waited on his response, something that was taking longer than it should to come out.

“Please.” He said quickly, mentally cursing himself for being so awkward. “I uh, I’d love some.” He said a little calmer and more human-like, making you smile briefly before you nodded your head and moved towards the kitchen, setting his gift bag on the counter.

“Do you want a boring mug or a fun mug?” You asked, holding up a plain white mug in one hand and an animal shaped mug in the other.

“Fun mug, definitely.” Otis chuckled, coming to lean against your breakfast bar, his eyes unable to stop shifting between you and the rack of cookies that lay on top of the granite counter beneath him.

“See, I knew you’d get it.” You said, satisfied with his answer. “The other day Herrmann frowned at me when I asked him if he wanted a fun mug.” You added with a chuckle, setting his coffee filled fun mug in front of him.

“Fun mugs are the only way to go.” Otis said humorously before thanking you for the drink and taking a sip, feeling the warmth of it trickle down his throat, on its way to join the nerves in his stomach.

“Exactly.” You nodded, laughing a little as you took your own sip of coffee. You could see his eyes darting to your cookies, your still un-decorated cookies as they hadn’t cooled enough yet for icing. You smiled, rolling your lips before you picked one up and held it out to him. “They’re still a little warm but I know you don’t mind.”

“Thank you.” Otis said quietly, taking the cookie from you and biting into it, having to refrain from literally moaning over how good they tasted. “Seriously, why are you wasting your baking talents by being a paramedic? You could open up a bakery, you're so good at making these.” He added, voice a little muffled as he was still mid chew.

“I’ve thought about it.” You sighed out, leaning your elbows against the counter top. “But if I opened a bakery, I wouldn’t get to spend time with the guys at fifty-one. Or with you.” You added quietly towards the end, making Otis’s stomach somersault.

“Trust me, if you opened a bakery you’d be seeing a lot of me.” He replied, making you chuckle softly as your eyes fell from his. You always wanted to open a bakery but you just couldn’t bring yourself to leave fifty-one. Or leave Otis. Your eyes shifted, gazing across the counter before they landed on the forgotten gift bag. “Oh, I totally forgot you’d brought me something.”

Your words had Otis’s stomach knot together as you reached for the bag, the excitement practically radiating from you as you pulled out the tissue paper that covered the small crocheted animal. The second your eyes landed on it, softening as you slowly pulled it from the bag was enough to remove any doubts Otis had in the back of his mind about telling you the truth on how he felt about you.

“Oh my goodness!” You all but squealed from excitement, the empty gift bag dropping to the floor as you held that very thoughtful and very cute animal in your hands, feeling the softness of the wool against your skin. “This is so cute! Where did you find this?”

“The uh, the craft fair.” Otis told you with a touch of nervousness as he scratched the back of his head. He knew that you knew craft fairs could be expensive and the last thing he wanted was for you to reject the gift over it being too much. “I walked through on my way home and this little guy caught my attention… I remembered how much you love them so I couldn’t leave him there, not when it reminded me so much of you.”

Your heart fluttered in your chest over his words, his utterly thoughtful words that had you thinking that he literally couldn’t get anymore perfect if he tried. You brought the animal up to your chest, leaning your chin down against it before you finally mustered up the courage to look back at Otis, who was staring at you with such adoration in his eyes that you couldn’t help but think that he liked you the same way you liked him.

“Thank you, Brian… This… This is really sweet.” You said softly, the use of his real name almost throwing Otis off completely had you not started moving. You rounded the counter towards him, setting the stuffed animal aside before pulling him in for a hug, one he happily returned.

Neither of you could tell the other's heart was beating fast, you both just figured it was your own you felt and you prayed that one another couldn’t feel it. Your hold on him lingered, as it usually did, but this time when you pulled back, you didn’t pull back fully. Instead, you pulled back just enough so that you could look him in the eyes, the tips of your noses almost touching.

“Why did you really buy me that gift?” You whispered, your breath hot against his lips as it puffed across them, sending a chill down his spine as his hand twitched to reach out and hold you. “What aren’t you telling me?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” He replied, his voice hitching a little from nerves as he slowly lifted his hand, lightly brushing the back of his knuckles across your cheek.

“I need to hear you say it.” You said, your eyes closing for a split second at his touch on your skin, one which had your body breakout in goosebumps. Your own hand raised a touch, coming to rest on the back of his neck as he opened his mouth to speak, your touch against his skin making him need a second before he finally said the words he’d wanted to say for so long.

“Because I like you.” He whispered, your stomach fluttering furiously. “Because I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you from the day you walked in to fifty-one… Because I think…” He continued, his hand coming to rest properly on your face. “…if given the chance, we could have something really special.”

The second Otis finished speaking, your lips were on his, taking him by surprise. You didn’t need to hear anything else, not when he’d just told you all you needed to know. You kissed him gently. Lovingly. In a way the two of you had only ever thought about before.

It was everything you’d imagined it would be. So soft. So utterly perfect that you wanted to melt beneath his lips, and you almost did too had he not wrapped his arm around your waist, holding you closer to him as you began to feel the slight burn of his facial hair against your skin. Your fingers thread through his dark curls, pulling him closer to you as you deepened the kiss, the one neither of you ever wanted to end.

The gentle ringing of your animal themed kitchen timer pulled you both apart, the two of you almost gasping for air as your foreheads came to rest atop one another’s.

“My brownies are ready.” You whispered, a soft chuckle leaving both your reddened lips as Otis brushed your hair behind your ear, pulling back just a little so he could see you better before he spoke.

“If you hadn’t had me already… then you’d definitely have had me at brownies.”

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poursomesunaonme · 9 months

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Dedicate songs to your mutuals, let them know what you think of them.✨

oh god this is gonna be hard LMAOSDFJASFJ but lets see !! ik it's been a min since i've been on here, so im only gonna do em for my mutuals that i've also seen active recently ! under the cut hehe

(update this took forever bc i dont play around with music everything has to be PERFECT)

marie (@maries-gallery) - j'espère by félix dyotte (for the soft lovey dovey vibes i literally cried the first time i heard this LMAOO)

sun (@pockcock) - ava adore by smashing pumpkins (horny vibes horny vibes its literally so hot)

charl (@sweetandtendou) - yuck by charli xcx (there are a thousand i love u infinitely but this is what im feeling rn)

lily (@tyga-lily) - criminal by fiona apple (indoctrinating u to my fav female manipulator)

taro (@dilftaroooo) - trust fund baby by amaarae (dude.)

ix (@prettyiwa) - faultline by girlpool (i had this song on repeat for MONTHS)

marq (@kweenkatsuki) - plw by leon thomas (yes this is andre from victorious and its a fucking BANGER)

phon (@saphhonic) - religion (u can lay your hands on me) by shura (this song actually changed me)

cassie (@cyancherub) - you lose! by magdalena bay (the vibes are here and they remind me of u)

aleks (@princess-okkotsu) - cologne by beabadoobee (it altered my brain chemistry thanks)

wreynn (@honey-tsuki) - sarah by alex g (im forcing the alex g agenda on u idc)

m (@stardusttoshi) - romanticist by yves tumor (im making u a playlist)

moni (@monirei) - crush by solange (gives me major monirei vibes)

kat (@ryukatters) - maurine by say hi (I CANT DESCRIBE IT I CANT)

elle (@f4irycafe) - soft by babygirl (hehehe it's precious)

b (@eldiandiablo) - restless year by ezra furman (its so fun i have to do a little jig every time i hear it)

juliana (@sparklekitteh) - falling by florence + the machine (it had to be her and it was so hard to choose asljdfe)

soph (@astridthevalkyrie) - armistice by phoenix (i can't explain it but here we are)

siri (@bagsyy) - agnes by glass animals (i love this and i love u)

aman (@thegetoufather) - anthems for a seventeen-year-old girl by broken social scene (this altered my brain chemistry as a child thanks)

eliza (@postwarlevi) - when u love somebody by fruit bats (please i cant help but think of u)

fiona (@fionarara) - 400 lux by lorde (a classic for a bestie)

juney (@whats-her-quirk) - midnight by toby sebastian and florence pugh (the first time i heard this i thought of jean LMAO)

scribbs (@nighttimescribbles) - i'll come running (to tie your shoe) by brian eno (this song is so sweet and asldfje)

fawn (@dearbraus) - strawberries by caamp (please i think you'd love this one)

mica (@princesskazuya) - this is the day by the the (this is one of my favs of all time)

luxE (@fuwushiguro) - best to you by blood orange (IM GOING ON A FEELING HERE)

angel (@bakatenshii) - friendly machine by yeule (i feel like you'd love their music omg)

yall join in too ! this is so sweet <3 my love language is sooo totally music !

#💐beanie’s asks #from: stardust✨#🌿tag games #this is so sweet yall omfg

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jaxteller87 · 3 months

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Valentine’s Day Surprise

Teenagers years

There I stood, lingering in the hallway, silently observing the girls in the classroom reveling in the blossoming romance of receiving flowers from admirers, both secret and known. I purchased a single rose myself, and it was destined for Amber, the girl I’ve found myself secretly crushing on for a few weeks now. I was nervous to see how she’d react but excited at the same time.

“What’s going on?” Donna asked, approaching me from behind. Just as she fired off her words, Amber received the flower I got her. At first, she was surprised, just staring at it like it must have been some sort of mix-up or mistake. After a moment of convincing herself that perhaps it was actually destined for her, she closed her eyes, gently pressed the petals to her nose, and smiled.

“You think she likes it?” I asked.

Donna peered into the classroom and saw Amber smiling at the rose. “Ah, now I get it. Don’t take this the wrong way, Teller, but I see right through your tough, badass exterior. Believe it or not, deep down, you’re a softie.”

“Just because I run with the Sons doesn’t mean I don’t know a thing or two about how to treat a woman,” I was talking to Donna, but I couldn’t stop looking at Amber.

“Yeah, I see how some of you SOA boys treat the ladies,” she sneered as if catching me in the act of something nefarious.

“Think what you will, but we’re not all like that.” At least not most of the time, but I wasn’t going to tell her that. “I promise you, Don, I’m one of the good ones.”

She sized me up, “Yeah, maybe you are, Teller. Maybe you are.”

“I am. And my boy Opie isn’t too bad either,” I put in a good word for Ope, for what it was worth.

“Jury’s still out on that one,” she smiled awkwardly, clearly having strong feelings for him.

“What do you mean?”

“Look around, Teller. Even Brian Johnson got a flower for Lara Holtheimer, and he’s cheated on her twice,” Donna pointed to the fledgling lovebirds in the corner of the classroom.

I scoffed. “It was a lot more than twice,” I corrected her.

“Whatever, it doesn’t matter. I know you guys are cut from a different cloth, but as a simple small-town girl, I guess I just kind of look forward to little quirky things like this,” she explained.

Just then, Phillip, the AV club president who was in charge of handing out the flowers and stuffed bears, cut in between us. ”Excuse me, Donna?”

“Um, yes?”

“Here, this is for you.” He handed her a little stuffed bear with a card.

“And you were saying?” I asked like a smartass.

“Aw!” Donna squealed with a knowing smile, realizing that her badass biker wasn’t a stranger to romantic gestures after all. I didn’t have the heart to tell her that I had reminded him an hour past the cut-off window for orders, but after roughing up the kid in charge, we got Ope on the list.

Later that afternoon, the sun began its descent, casting a warm glow over the backyard, where I discovered Amber surrounded by her canine companions. Instead of her usual wheelchair, she was sitting on a lawn chair, which was a pretty rare sight. Taking the seat beside her, I looked into her eyes and forgot what I was going to say.

“Thank you,” she blushed, breaking the short awkward silence.

“For what?”

“Don’t lie, Teller; I know it was you.”

I sat back in the chair and sighed, “Ah, I see. Donna tell ya?”

“Nope,” she chuckled, “You just did, though.”

I walked into that. “That’s not fair,” I joked, “but you’re welcome. Oh, and thanks for the candy bar I found in my locker.”

She gave me a puzzled look, “Dang, how’d you know it was me? Donna tell you?”

“Nah,” I smirked, “but you just did.” We shared a laugh, and it felt magical. Everyone had been right; I found myself falling head over heels for Amber. Yet, an unspoken longing lingered—I wished she could see herself through my eyes. Perhaps, one day, she would.

Many years later...

I stepped out onto the porch, greeted by a surprise that warmed my heart — a bag filled with my favorite candies and a twelve-pack of beer. It was a thoughtful gesture from Amber, who, being pregnant, found it challenging to get in and out of the car, which meant she most likely had it delivered.

I told her a thousand times, expressing that she didn’t need to go to such lengths for me. But ever since high school, I had presented her with a single rose every Valentine’s Day, a tradition that I never broke once. Sure, some might say a single rose isn’t much, but to anyone who knows our story, it’s more about the memory than the monetary aspect. We grew up in the same town but came from two very different neighborhoods.

I strolled into the living room with the bag in my hand, catching Amber off guard. Before I could say a word, she immediately burst into tears. “You weren’t supposed to see that yet,” she confessed, joining me in the living room.

“Darlin’, what did I tell you?”

“I know,” she sniffled, wiping her face on her sweater sleeve. “But I just felt bad. Every year, it warms my heart to see you keep up with a tradition that literally changed my life for the better. All those years in middle school, watching girls get Valentine’s cards, candies, and gifts, but none of them were ever for me. Well, aside from the pity presents from the teacher or super popular kids, but never from a secret admirer. I didn’t care, though; I knew I was different. I mean, some people are just cut out for different paths than others. It’s not fair, but it’s life. The sooner you realize that the sooner you can learn to enjoy everything else life has to offer.”

Another wave of tears rolled down her cheeks, and then, unexpectedly, she started to giggle. “These damn hormones, I’m sorry,” she laughed. “I shouldn’t be crying over something so silly. Please forgive me, babe.”

“Relax, darlin’, of course, you are forgiven, my love,” I smiled, planting a gentle kiss on her forehead. “I just don’t want you overexerting yourself on my behalf. The only surprise I need to come home to every day is you.”

“Okay, but—”

“No buts,” I interrupted.

“But babe—I really didn’t go too far out of my way.”

“Well, obviously you did; you had my favorite stuff ordered and scheduled to be dropped off on our doorstep,” I pleaded my point.

She had a shit-eating grin on her face. “Actually, I just asked Ope to pick it up on his way home from work and drop it off.”

I looked at her in disbelief for a moment before laughing at the simplicity of her plan. “Alright, fine. I guess that’s okay,” I smiled, planting a big, juicy kiss on her lips. “How about we make it an early night?”

“Jax, it’s not even 5:30 yet,” she said, glancing at the clock.

“It’s okay; no one has to know,” I smirked, kissing her forehead, slowly moving down her cheek and into her sweet spot on the neck. “But first, let’s get some dinner; I’m starving. Do you want to help me cook something?”

“Nah,” she shrugged.

“Nah? Why not?” I asked, almost offended.

“I also asked Opie to swing by that new steakhouse that opened up outside of Charming and pick us up ribeyes. I have the to-go containers hidden in the oven. It was going to be the rest of your surprise.”

“You were going to pass it off as your own cooking?” I asked, smirking at the idea.

“Perhaps,” she blushed, looking away.

“You are too funny! I love the shit out of you; do you know that?” I kissed her neck some more before she unloaded our meal from the oven.

And so, after a delightful steak dinner, we retreated to the coziness of our large bed.

“Thank you, sweetie. Happy Valentine’s Day,” she whispered.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, darlin’,” I whispered back.

#jax teller fluff #jax teller x disabled reader #jax teller x oc

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