#ahhhh i keep going back to my bad habits

[hopelesslyromanticshark]

⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ So American (Grecian)

content: jason grace x greek demigod! reader warning: language, i think authors note: AHHHH THIS HAS BEEN LIVING RENT FREE IN MY MIND FOR LIKE A WEEK AUDHIUFBIEUFBEIUR IVE BEEN WANTING TO WRITE THIS FOR SO SO LONG UGH I LOVE LOVE LOVE IT OLIVIA RODRIGO YOU ATE GIRL also tbh its kinda short

everytime someone asked jason grace about his girlfriend, that first words that always left his mouth were, "she's so greek!"

which was very true. every you couldn't deny it. jason had once seen you win a fight through biting your enemies forearms which caused them to drop their sword, a tactic that had his roman brain struggling to compute. you were unpredictable, ever changing, and never still. and jason loved every second of it. it was a nice change of pace for him, sneaking out to prank other campers and watching you fight in ways he never would have thought to.

the next thing that would always fall from his mouth as a blush coated his cheeks was how much he loved it when you wore his clothes.

you had a bad habit of thinking every day was a bright summers day. even as fall was creeping around the corner, you'd tug on your denim shorts and a tank top that would have jason drooling. but as you shamelessly shivered from the cold breezes that, despite jason's best efforts, didn't stop coming, jason'd tug his sweater off and gesture for you to let him put it on for you. with chattering teeth and a beaming smile, you'd let him gently tug the sweater over your head and slid your arms through the sleeves that were far too long for you. and you'd snuggle into his side and he'd blush, admiring the way you looked better completely drowning in his sweater than with your tits on display for him. but, then he'd be thinking about your tits again, and decided that's the better view, like any sane man.

somewhere in his ramblings about you to the poor person who asked, jason would find a way to mention that you're the funniest person he's ever met. and he knows leo. and percy. and, still, you give them both a run for your money.

"man, this is embarrassing, we can't keep meeting like this," you once winced as you walked up to jason, your hands shoved into your pockets and rocking on the heels of your feet. jason gave you a fond look, but was slightly confused.

"what, princess?"

"one of us is gonna fall in love with each other if we keep meeting like this," you sighed, over exaggeratedly, trying to keep your smirk off your lips. jason breathed out a laugh, reach forwards and setting his hands against your hips.

"too late."

"you'll never take me alive! unhand me, good sir!" you cried, fighting against his hold. jason laughed as he wrapped his arms around your wiggling body. somehow, you managed to escape his hold and went running away, shooting a beaming smile over your shoulder as your hair went blowing all about.

"get back here! you owe me a kiss!" jason called after you, quickly running to catch up with you. you squealed, turning around to run faster.

"help! crazy roman boy after me! he's gonna kiss me, oh no!"

you were everything jason needed - his balance, kept him on his toes. he could talk about you for hours, but at some point, the poor victim of his lovesick rambles would make up some excuse and scamper away. he'd sigh at the lack of opportunity to keep talking about you before going off to find you, the apple of his eye and the object of his affections. he'd find you, talking to some new camper in the strawberry fields. and he could tell you were talking about something you loved from the overexaggerated movements of your hands and your beaming smile to match the gleam in your eyes. he moved a little closer, eager to hear what was making his girl so happy.

"and he's so so roman!! i swear to the gods, he marches to go to the bathroom. it's adorable, truly. he's such a gentleman, insists on opening my doors and grabbing me food and all of that. and the way he kisses me is just divine. otherworldly, i swear. i could talk about him for hours. my roman empire on a level like never before!!" you giggled with the girl, getting lost in your thoughts for a few seconds as you thought about your boyfriend.

"ugh, i want a boyfriend like that," the girl huffed and you set a comforting hand on her knee across for you with a soft smile.

"you'll find one. c'mon, you're so pretty!! trust me, i never thought i'd find a boy like jason. but, gods, im gonna marry him if he keeps this shit up," you added and jason felt his heart hammer against his chest, thudding so loud he was surprised you didn't hear it. because he knew he wanted to marry you too.

"i hope youre talking about me and not some other roman named jason," jason finally spoke as he tried to calm his racing heart, your eyes darting to him with a smile you saved only for your boy, which only made his heart race more.

"oh, this is my side piece, the other jason i was telling you about. the not-so-cute one," you joked with the girl across from you, who giggled into her hand. jason rolled his eyes, scooping you up into his arms as you squealed to get out of his hold.

"youre breaking my heart here, baby," he pouted and you laughed as he put you back on the ground, instantly wrapping your arms around his.

"awwww, my poor boy, lemme make it up to you," you mused, sliding your hand to his cheek before pulling his lips down to meet yours. jason hands found a home against your waist, fiddling with the hem of your shirt and sliding a few digits under to press against your skin.

"better?" you asked in a whisper as you parted and jason beamed a soft smile as he nudged his nose against your gently.

"perfect, even," he murmured before pulling your lips back to his. he could feel you smile into the kiss, which was something that happened a lot. you were just a smiley girl, his smiley girl.

"you're the only roman guy for me, ya know," you hummed once you parted again, looking up at jason with all the admiration you could muster.

"and you're the only greek girl for me," he replied, pressing a quick peek to your lips with a smile that rivaled apollo's sun.

when a crazy greek girl falls for her perfect roman boy, you get a love story that will stand the test of time. simply because they will yap the other into legend.

#postcards from covey ౨ৎ #all my love ౨ৎ #hoo #heroes of olympus x reader #pjo fandom #jason grace #jason grace x you #jason grace x y/n #jason grace x reader

[sdfgderp]

a/n: need me a simeon in these hard and trying times… i am frothing at the mouth, convulsing, GIVE ME A SIMEON!!! here i am with my delulus na kasama ko si simeon nung naging lector ako sa school AHHHH 😓 pasilyo as inspo 🫶

simeon x gn!reader (self-indulgent because in these hard and trying times why not)

cw: religious themes, pre-established relationship, they’re high school students in a catholic school here (simeon is a teen, matching the reader (he’s not older than reader)), you and simeon are altar servers, insecure reader (projecting), the term “bride” is used but only for figurative language (not indicative of the reader’s gender), kind of Filipino AU? just written in english

synopsis: simeon is so damn pretty and nice, you think you fall short. luckily for you, he thinks otherwise, and really wants to marry you when the time comes for the both of you.

fic is under the cut!

Father as Our Witness

—

“prayers again?”

you look up to meet smiling azure eyes, the black cassock reflecting in his irises. simeon was carrying togas and a coin box, and after some insistence, you took the togas from him to lighten his load. setting down the clipboard of prayers down a table, you stand up and walk with him towards the back of the chapel.

“as usual, the top of the batch got first reading. quite fitting for him, no?” you remarked bitterly.

simeon chuckles and replies, “is that jealousy i hear?”

you stay silent, shifting your attention to the people going in the chapel already. simeon gives you a gentle nudge, as if to remind you of your conversation. you sigh in defeat, swallowing your pride.

“you’re hard to be around when i feel like hating someone for having better things happen to them. in fact, i feel like i’ve done such a big sin.”

“please don’t feel bad, we all want the best for ourselves. you’re not a bad person to feel this way,” the angel reassures. “why, what’s making it hard for you to be around me when you’re feeling… that way?”

you choose your words carefully despite talking through a tough confrontation. “you don’t feel these, simeon. you’re… different. i’m petty, i’m envious of an impossible person, i’m impatient to change. simeon, i’m not the best person, and the fact that we’re together doesn’t even seem real to me.”

he doesn’t respond. you gulp down the sob building up your throat, worried about his response. the two of you reach the back of the chapel, setting down the things you two brought in its right places. your throat ached setting out those words for him. communicating was not your best suit, especially if it was about your feelings.

“i take it back, forget it, it’s wrong, i shouldn’t have thought that,” you sighed. as you smooth out the togas held by hangers, a hum of the psalms tickled your ear. simeon stands beside you, facing the altar. he pauses his song to look at you.

“love, you’re not a bad person. you’re human and i don’t judge you for that. just because i’m closer in creation to father doesn’t mean i have the right to judge you.”

you purse your lips and face nowhere, looking anywhere but the angel’s eyes. a sinner you were, and a sinner you will be. that was the truth for those around you, but why not for him? your doubt-filled heart found it hard to take that, thus you resorted to forcing out the reassuring words he gave you from yourself. an unhealthy habit you wish to unlearn for him.

“right, i’m sorry.” you pause, struggling to take the words out of your mouth. the angel smiles at you, sighing.

“nevermind that. me being an angel is quite the hindrance between us. but, even with that,” simeon continues, taking your hand in his discreetly. “prayers sound beautiful when they come out of your lips, no matter what kind. if you were a bit nicer, you’d fit right in.”

a smile formed on your lips as you shook your head. “you really have to stop being this smooth. keep being nice to me and i fear i’m going to be the red flag in our relationship, simeon.”

“and you are. do i mind? not really.”

“tch, what does that mean!”

you scoff at him and take a toga, putting it over your head. simeon pulls down the toga while you slip your arms into its sleeves. he pats down the toga along with you, straightening it out. you tie a knot to its string, and notice your undone hair in the mirror in front of you.

“ah, i’ll fix this, be right back,” you say, striding to the comfort room. simeon hums in response and goes back to the table for the offerings.

—

twisting the ends of your hair as you went out, you saw simeon mingling with other altar servers about the procession. some boys helped one another put on their cassocks, while some of them joked around with some religious apparatus. simeon held a strained smile, most likely uncomfortable by their horseplay. he caught your eye and signalled the two of you to talk somewhere else. you follow him to the back of the altar to carry out the remaining things needed for the mass at the back of the chapel.

you took a cup from the cabinet and broke the silence. “hehe, i could see you wanted to tell the younger ones from playing with those. would you be annoyed if i told you i’ve done worse with them as a kid?”

“you were a kid, what did you know? but that surprises me, you didn’t strike me as a wild child. i didn’t think you even went through a childhood,” simeon replies.

“simeon, if i wasn’t smitten with you and your stupid face, i would have punched you.”

he snickered at your retort, moving you to retaliate. as he moved to nudge you, you panicked and swiped your finger in the incense, smearing a mark on his cheek. simeon scoffs and follows suit, attempting to do the same to you. you flaunt your white toga, exclaiming, “no, no! don’t do that, i have white clothes. if you smear me, i’ll blame you!”

“that’s not fair. alright,” simeon retreats, “but you owe me food later.”

you both stop your shenanigans, resuming what you two were supposed to be doing. you take out the incense and wipe the dust off its container. simeon was folding cloth needed for the mass. a few minutes later, you two head back to the back of the chapel, carrying the items you needed.

simeon walked down the aisle and you followed him.

the two of you walked in slow strides. you both had numerous religious apparatus in hand, and you did not need a lecture from your handler. at some point the aisle looked longer than usual, prompting you to look at simeon.

his hair fell down perfectly, curling slightly at the tips. his blue eyes reflected the gold of the cups he was holding and the black of his cassock. the sun seeped through the chapel’s stained windows, the light shining upon the angel, forming a halo decorated with color. you stare at him in awe, mind lost. lord, give me strength. if repenting for jealousy was something you should do to keep this angel by your side, you would do it ten times over.

unbeknownst to you, simeon has been staring at you in his peripheral vision. the white toga that cascaded over your uniform resembled you as his partner to be wed. your walk mirrored how a bride walked through the aisle in a traditional wedding. simeon had half a mind to take off the black cassock and leave his white toga on to delude himself in a picture of your wedding day. bells clamored at the back of the chapel, sun rays peeked through the stained glass, and the devotees brought flowers. his resolve met defeat, giving in to the temptation to look at you. simeon thought your envy was for naught; there was nothing more he could want from you.

“mc,” simeon murmured. “you look nice in white.” you were confused at his compliment. “thank you? haha, love what was that for?”

“i really… want to see you in this. in front of my father, our father, bearing witness to our vows. if he approves, i will flaunt you. if he does not, i will still do the same. i want to see you again in this, but in different white clothes, walking down the aisle of the church.”

simeon catches himself saying this, looking away from your gaze. “if you want to, that is. we’re still young, we don’t know the future-“

“i don’t mind, especially if it’s you.” your stomach lurched in cringe when you realized you basically said yes to his indirect proposal, but your heart fluttered at the way the angel’s expression lit up in excitement. once you both reached the back of the chapel, you set down the religious apparatus. as soon as your hands were free, simeon flung his arms around you and let out a soft laugh. the other altar boys snicker at the sight, but you couldn’t care less.

“is this your way of dealing with my insecurities?” you chuckle, pulling away to save face. “you’re overdoing it. i’m done sulking.”

simeon gives you a smile pretty enough to send you to heaven, “did it work? if you want a stronger guilt trip, you can turn to raphael. although, that would make me the jealous one.” you nudge his shoulder.

“and i’ll be the reassuring one? ah, how cute, i can imagine coaxing you to be happy again when you’re all and pouty that i’m not giving you a time of my day,” you chided.

you forget your self-deprecating episode from earlier, and go on with simeon in preparing for the mass.

#obey me #obey me simeon #obey me x reader #simeon x reader

[lookforthelig-ht]

Too Soft (Joel Miller X Reader) (One Shot)

Summary: One walk around Jackson had Joel thinking it was possible to find light in the darkness. Even if he hated the Fireflies

I wrote it based on "Sweet Nothing" by Taylor Swift

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: Ahhhh first Joel fic and I think I’m obsessed?? English isn’t my first language so sorry if I made any mistakes but I think I did good? 

Warning: none? Mentions of violence, some swear words here and there, just Joel trying to be nice. No use of Y/N, implied age gap(canon Joel Miller's age, reader is in her twenties

Joel had avoided it. Ever since settling into Jackson with Ellie, he has been avoiding the “Survivors Support Group” the community had set up for people to talk about the struggles of living in a world with a deadly infection and how most the people left felt guilt over it. He knew it wouldn’t be good. It would just get him thinking about Sarah and how Ellie almost got hurt by David a few months ago as well. The guilt was eating him alive. But Maria kept insisting, as well as Tommy. They both had their reasons to keep bothering him but at the end, they just wanted him to speak up about his reality, to know he’s not alone in his feelings but at the end of the day, Joel is Joel and he would rather bottle up any feelings than let others know that he is capable of human emotions. 

Ever since arriving to Jackson, Tommy and Joel were called “Kind and Mean Miller”. Tommy just ignored it and Joel wasn’t really aware of it. He just cared about his brother, Ellie and his future niece or nephew. Joel did the basics, wake up, make breakfast, do whatever work was available and end the nights with guitar lessons for Ellie. The latter were becoming less frequent considering she was quickly becoming very close with another girl in the community, Dina. Since his nights were suddenly more free, he started to hang out more at the Tipsy Bison, were Maria and Tommy suggested the support group

“Kinda like an AA meeting?” Joel asked reluctantly while sipping from his whisky glass. Maria and Tommy just looked at each other and laughed. 

“Yeah, but you don’t have to stop doing anything, most of us have gone to at least a two meetings and they’re done every day at the same time so people can go after work” Maria explained. Her tummy was growing by the minute and Tommy just couldn’t wait to be a dad. Joel just nodded but made a mental note to never go. He thought to himself he doesn’t have anything to talk about. 

The next day went by pretty fast and when Joel was making his way to the bar, he sees the town hall. People were walking in and entering. He knew that’s where the meeting were held. So, he figured everyone entering the building would be there.

He took a deep breathe before changing his pace and go back to the town hall. He couldn’t even believe himself as he made his ways up the porch of the hall. When he opened the door, all the chairs were arranged in a big circle and most of them were occupied.

The minute he entered the room, all the chatter stops. All eyes went to him, wondering why the Mean Miller is there. His heartbeat starts racing when he noticed all the attention on him. He quickly managed to get a sit near by and just sat down. He kept a straight back and laid his hands on his knees. He heard a bell ring when a middle aged man in a desk spoke.

“ To continue the meeting we have Betta” the man called to a young woman sitting a few sits beside Joel. He had seen you before but he has never approached you. You were in your early twenties so why you would you want to be approached by an old man like him, Joel assumed. As he has the bad habit of doing so. You had a pair of baggy jeans and a rose colored sweater that matched the color of your cheeks. Your hair was always down but today you had it in a high pony. Your sneakers looked as if they were once white but now were gray. You smiled at the name Betta and corrected with your actual name before starting to speak. Joel never actually talked to you, but he knew you as the girl that always had an opinion. You spent most of your time complaining about how others are doing more work while the rest stayed inside. Joel preferred the morning watch, and you had dibs on the night one. Every morning he would find a group of people gossiping over something you did like slapping the guards if they made a pass at you or competing to see who had the best aim with their gun. Joel couldn’t put picture you in any of those but that was definitely you. 

“Evening everyone” You started and smiled at everyone in the room, even to Joel. “Um…some of you were speaking of survivor’s guilt early on. I-“ You wanted to speak but were being cut off by the tears in your eyes. You quickly wiped them away with your sleeve and continued “Wow, will I ever be ever to share without crying?” You asked and there was a quiet laugh in the room. Joel couldn’t stop staring, he never thought you had a soft spot. “As I was saying…I think that’s the name of what I’ve been feeling since the outbreak started. Why so many died or got infected but not me? Why did I make it this far but not the others?” She started asking the questions Joel has had since the world went upside down. “And I don’t only speak about the outbreak, everything I have ever lived, everything I have experienced has been like that and… even being here right now” you stopped to look at everyone in the room. “I…I can’t help but feel ungrateful, I have a house, I have water, I have food, clothes, fuck, I get to do a lot more than most people yet, I feel like I don’t deserve it. I spent most days thinking of when I was a baby, living in California, my parents were sort of on the hippie side so we lived on this commune on SoCal and…I miss it” you admitted. “I have everything, but I don’t want it.” The tears felt hot against your cheek. You stopped wiping them because they just kept coming. You just nodded because you couldn’t talk more. 

Everyone clapped as they usually did after someone shared and some of your peers beside you held your hands in support. The meeting kept moving on until it was done. People started to pick up their things and head out. You noticed Joel entered the meeting and how he managed to stay quiet all throughout. You had seemed him around but considering that most people call him “Mean Miller” you just stayed in your lane. Sure, you were a feisty one yourself, but you picked your fights and were wise to do so. Since it was his first time here, you thought he might be a little lost, so you decided to approach him before he opened the door.

“Hey! You’re Joel, right?” You went up to him to introduce yourself “Most people call me Betta” you said, praying he wouldn’t ask for an explanation of the nickname you have rightfully earned here. Joel gave you a confused look and you just sighted. “Betta as in the betta fighting fish, apparently if you put them in front of a mirror, they are ready to defend themselves and according to the residents of Jackson, I’m ready to fight even my own reflection.” You finished. You laughed at the statement as the both of you exited the hall. 

"I guess it makes sense” he admitted to you. You opened your mouth in awe, not knowing he had it in him. 

“Well, he jokes, cute” you said as you walked down the snow-covered streets of Jackson. “Did you like it? The meeting, this is the first time I’ve seen you in one” you said. You went every day, so you knew who was new and who wasn’t. It was probably the only time of the day you teared down your walls and let yourself feel.

“I guess it was alright” Joel started. He was significantly taller than you. His broad shoulders towering over you with each step. You looked at him as he spoke “Not really the type to share my feelings, ya know?” He said, probably more to himself than to you. You silently nodded, knowing where he came from. 

“Can I be honest?” you boldly asked to the man, who looked at you with raised eyebrows. You aren’t afraid of him. You approached with a smile and are making an effort to make a conversation, something that hasn’t happened in a while. “I may be known as Betta but I’m probably too soft for all this” you said looking around the town. The statement took Joel by surprise “I…I know I have this tough front but when I’m in that meeting, I can let everything out and it feels good, it reminds me that it isn’t a bad thing to be vulnerable” you confessed to the man. His once dark eyes softened at you. They had sort of spark in them, it looked like hope. For a moment, both of you stopped. The world around you seemed to vanish as you just stared into the other. You gave him a smile before you continued with your walk, even if he hasn’t talked much, his eyes were more than enough of an answer.

Joel hasn’t said much to you but it didn’t matter. The way you softly spoke made him question everything he has heard about you. How can this girl, this woman be capable of violence? Hell, he didn’t picture you holding a gun or causing a riot. You were delicate, you were graceful, you were in your own words “soft” Everything he was not yet you weren’t scared, you were fearless, you had fire in your eyes and he felt lightness in you. You didn’t let your past define you. You were determined to make the best out of the shitty situation the world was in. Then suddenly he felt your arms around him. You wrapped yourself in his body in a hug he looked like he needed

“See ya around, Miller” you said before you left him standing there.

#joel miller fic #tlou fic #joel miller x you #joel miller imagine #pedro pascal #pedro pascal fic #tlou fanfiction #tlou fanfic #my work #too soft #soft! joel miller #age gap joel miller

[klonoadreams]

I admit, I laugh for you answer.

Since my Spanish is actually Chilean, and I grew up with dubbed neutral series or with Mexicanisms, I can understand them very well, and of course, like all healthy rivalries, we laugh at castellano (the way we call Spanish from Spain to differentiate it).

I laugh even more thinking about the word "Mierda" , Spanish speakers (Mexican one) use it more as rudeness than anything else, but in castellano it's more like something bad, horrible, poop, I've even managed to understand that.

You saw my surprise when I saw Naruto doubled up in castellano and he said

"Esto es una mierda"

and I

"*shock* Mom!! Naruto say a bad word!!".

For me Mierda is shit.

And yes, I also had fun writing it so many times.

Leaving that aside, the opposite happened to me.

I had no idea who the Elite four were and why they were important or where my Alto mando was located?

Volo only appears with the things that his wild wife gave him? I mean food, berries, pokemon eggs, then what? a son?

I understand that Galar has a lot of publicity and sponsors (Leo's cape is proof) so who are Brie's sponsors? or those of the polydex?

Yeah, Castellano, I just go with Spain Spanish (aka, Castilian) to make it easier for those who don't know that.

I can mainly understand other types of Spanish, though my oldest brother's wife is Columbian and while I understand her, I have difficulties sometimes because SHE TALKS SO FAST. And some of the slang used made me just "huh?"

It doesn't happen as often as it did when she first came over from Columbia with her sons to marry my brother. But now my brother is starting to pick up some of her habits, because his way of speaking has sped up and LIKE, it's so fucking funny to me?? lmaooo

and honestly, mierda (for Mexican Spanish) reads to me the same way it does in French because French swears were some of the first things I learned while learning French (WHICH WAS A FUCKING MISTAKE< I SHOULD'VE CONTINUED HONING MY SPANISH AHHHH)

either way, that's funny lmao. And speaking of which, I fucking lost it because the Team Star Grunt at the front of the poison base literally says, "Miércoles" (keep in mind there was a child there so, lmaoo)

and because of Encanto (thanks to everyone explaining it when people were asking why they said Wednesday in Spanish), I KNEW exactly the meaning behind it, which made me wheeze so fucking hard.

(Scarnoa gonna mcfucking lose it)

Lmao, that's a mood with the Elite Four. AND PRETTY MUCH, that's how it is with Volo and his feral wife.

Shows up and makes everyone wonder "what the fuck is that"

and he just refuses to elaborate, just lets the baby do all the explaining by just existing.

Anyways Brie's sponsors are the makers of the clothes that she wears - specifically, her turtleneck, because of the specific cotton blend its made out of. It's of the Cottonee-Eldegoss blend, which I fixated on the instant I read Cottonee's Shield entry

Opal went all out for Brie, and Brie has since decided that "THIS IS IT. THIS IS ALL I WANT." and never looked back. And for the record, it's worth her money for all the shit she gets into, like the mud and grass curry and honey, and whatnot. And fights with Pokemon.

And yet, her clothes are as pristine as ever. Showing that yes, the price is worth it. So of COURSE the brand that made those clothes immediately sought her out and nabbed her. :V

Brie making back everything that she spends on her clothes, like hell yeah.

everyone else, idk, but that's definitely Brie's sponsor.

#ask #mmyrve #pokemon #pokemon scarlet and violet #pokemon sword and shield #pla #into the wild (fanfic) #also ran (fanfic) #no manches (fanfic) #brie (oc) #punch baby akari #scarnoa (oc)

[let-us-meet-aga1n]

this is me trying to cope with the extreme sadness of clover possibly wanting nothing to do with me after a trauma induced panic attack so im doing this to keep my mind off of that thought.

by doing this, i'm basically doing this:

🕯️ 🕯️ 🕯️ 🕯️ 🕯️

🕯️ clover still wants me 🕯️

🕯️ & will never leave me 🕯️

🕯️ 🕯️ 🕯️ 🕯️ 🕯️

anyways, further below is every single tc question for april answered.

day 1: have you ever pranked your tc? if so, how did they react? nope! i've made jokes around her, but my humor is kind of demented (always abt mental health struggles. she laughs, but i think in a "oh good god this child is fucked up" kinda way).

day 2: what is the earliest thing you can remember about your tc? we had a "move up social" where we dressed up fancy and met our freshman teachers as an 8th grader. she came up to me and my best friend cause we were terrified of talking to anyone. she was the first person i met that night, and at that moment i knew i was gonna like her.

now, the first moment that sticks out in my head is the first day. we all walked into class to her handing out papers with our names on them to tape to our desks so she'd remember our names. i was the only student's name she knew off the top of her head. i walked in and she went "ah, here you go caspian! don't ask how i know your name after meeting you once, but it's nothing bad i swear." and i just- AADSFGHJGFDSF- she later said she remembered my name cause i looked really pretty that night and that i had a really beautiful and unique name and i died just a bit.

day 3: do you like your tc’s subject? do you consider yourself to be good at it? i actually enjoy english in the way she teaches it! normally its this boring vocab stuff with sentence structure that takes the fun out of the subject, but she lets us be creative with our writing (since she has a phd in creative writing).

day 4: how do you feel about your age gap? ITS NOT THAT BAD OKAY?!?!?! she's 29, i'm 15. SEE NOT THAT BAD!!! anyways, idrc cause the fact that she's almost 30 means she's a responsible adult and in that case, i am once again asking FOR YOU TO TAKE CUSTODY OF ME CLOVER PLEASE-

day 5: have you ever said anything to your tc that showed you favored them? have they said anything like that to you? um, have i not?? when talking to my orchestra director abt trauma stuff im like "oh yeah i told her everything" "oh yeah i feel super comfortable about opening up to her" "yeah she's such a sweet and safe person" and SOMEHOW, EVEN THOUGH HE CLAIMS HE DOESN'T TALK TO HER, IT ALWAYS GETS BACK TO HER. (i know you tell her everything, *insert orchestra teachers name her* you dont fool me)

day 6: have you ever noticed any small habits that they have? If so, what comes to mind first? AHHHH YES. she has anxiety, and i tend to notice everyone's nervous response. she has this really curly really pretty brown, auburn ish hair and she always twirls her fingers in it when nervous and i'm just like 🥺- anyways, she also is never at her desk, ever. she's always walking around, leaning on a desk, or sitting ON TOP of an empty student desk. this woman will sit anywhere BUT her desk.

day 7: what gift would you really like to be able to give them, regardless of if it’s realistic or not? she's always wanted me to perform a song for her, and i've always turned her down on that offer because 1. anxiety, 2. A SOLO PERFORMANCE??!?!? FOR CLOVER??! ADSFGHJKL:KJHGFDS- but if i had the courage to do it one day, i would. not a gift, but something she's always wanted from me.

day 8: does your tc ever talk about what it was like when they were still a student? yep! she's talked about how she was considered this quiet, shy nerd who didn't really talk to people. she was valedictorian of her class and was really, really good at school- (i can verify all of that i have stalked the SHIT out of the internet and found EVERYTHING)

day 9: does your tc have a significant other? if so, what do you know about them and how do you feel about them? she does, yes! her fiancé and her have been dating for what appears to be 3 years now (from what i can find online) and they got engaged in the fall! i'm really really happy for her and i hope they have a happy marriage! i wish them all the best! he seems like a very sweet guy and i'm truly really happy for her. (this question was answer probably different from most, because i have less of a crush on her and more of a platonic obsession with her?? idk i wish she was my mom)

day 10: what is the longest time you have gone without seeing them? winter break. 2 weeks of hell on earth without her. i genuinely don't want to have a summer break. i'm going to miss her so much...

day 11: what do other people usually think about them? most people love her! she's a very sweet, genuine, and caring person. some people do talk shit about her though and every time they do i have very very violent thoughts come up in my head because if they're talking about her like that they don't even deserve to walk on the same ground she does (sorry if i got a bit crazy there i just love her so much and hate when people talk bad about her).

day 12: do you often make up excuses to speak to them? what kinds of excuses do you like to use? yes? more of making excuses to see her and have tiny interactions with her. i guess some people would call me a stalker??? idk she knows i'm there so its not really stalking. she's called me a lurker before which is probably closer to what i am. i make excuses all the time to go to my locker, go to the bathroom, "oh shoot i left my *insert random object here* in the other building! can i go get it teacher?" and then try to take every path imaginable to see what she's up to and what she's doing. yeah i just like lurking wherever she is-

day 13: other than the subject they teach, what are they really passionate about? she has a really big passion for travel and other cultures. it makes a lot of sense though, seeing she's lived in 3 different countries and only in her late 20s. she also really enjoys branching out in music which made me fall even more in love because HI IM A MUSICIAN AND I REALLY WANNA TALK MUSIC WITH HER ALL DAY BUT IM TOO ANXIOUS FOR THAT!

day 14: what is a skill you really wish your tc had? GOD I WISH SHE PLAYED AN INSTRUMENT- piano or viola seem to fit her and i don't know why. possibly even electric bass? i'd love to see her play an instrument... i'd probably die if she did

day 15: which mbti personality do you think they are? we had an entire assignment on mbti tests, and she shared hers. she's an INFP, while i'm an ISFP, so we're pretty similar in many ways ahahahhahahahahahahahah (this assignment did NOT fuel my delusions) (me when i lie)

day 16: if you could go back in time and choose, would you still choose to develop feelings for your tc? always. i'd do it 10 times over again if i could. she's the best.

day 17: if it was the last time you would ever be able to see your tc, what is one thing you would never leave without saying to them? i would tell her, to her face, i love her. i have never felt safer, i have never felt more at home than that time i was in her arms, i have never felt more loved, more appreciated and cared for, and i love her like a mother.

day 18: when was the first time you cried because of them? this one is hard to remember. i've cried cause of her numerous times, but i think it was having a panic attack over a bad grade??? it was my first not a in her class (i got a b+) and i genuinely thought it was because she didn't love me anymore.

day 19: how well do you think you know them? somewhat well?? better than other students, not because she's told me shit, but because i stalked the hell out of her online. NOT MANY OTHER STUDENTS CAN SAY THEY KNOW HER ADDRESS, OKAY?? (i SWEAR i found that on accident i just wanted her birthday :((( </3 )

day 20: do you ever lie to them? about what? about my mental wellbeing. i hate her worrying about me, which i know she does when i say i'm not doing well. the problem is she always finds out either way.

day 21: what is the longest time you have spent together with them? in a group setting? 5ish hours. in a 1 on 1 setting? 2 hours. yes, not a lot of time was spent, but those 2 hours made me lose my mind.

day 22: if you have had other tcs in the past (or right now), how are they similar to or different from your current (or primary) tc? well, i have a father figure who regularly makes appearances on here, being notorious for telling clover how i feel for me (cause anxiety). they're actually very similar. they both care deeply (even too much tbh) about me and want the very best for me. they always go out of their way to see me happy and it's why i call them my "parents if i could've chosen who my parents were."

day 23: have you ever seen your tc in clothes they don't usually wear? casual clothes if they usually wear formal attire or the other way around? i've seen her in casual, dressy, business, formal, and comfier clothes. mainly saw the casual and comfier clothes because she went on the freshmen class trip in the woods with us.

day 24: ??

day 25: how do you think your tc would react if you confided in them when you felt sad or stressed or anxious? she's very good at that actually. i confide in her often, but i worry when i do because she always gets deeply concerned and worried about my mental wellbeing when i do. love her, but like, please don't worry i'm fine i swear!!!

day 26: what is the best dream you have had of them? SHE. FUCKING. ADOPTED. ME. i never wanted to wake up. best dream of my life. i went home with her, and she introduced me to her fiancé and that was a fun experience in the dream (around adult females, i'm very polite, quiet, nervous, anxious... but when around adult males... i'm cold (in a funny kinda way), blunt, playful, and really, really good at being a pain in the ass (IN A FUNNY WAY I SWEAR))

day 27: what is the saddest/scariest dream you have had of them? she left me, and not in the way you'd expect. i killed myself in this dream, but i watched how life functioned after i killed myself. she was in a state of denial and it was heartbreaking to watch. whenever someone was like "clover, she's gone..." she would say something all chipper and happy like "what do you mean? she just turned this paper in today! i'm grading it right now! see? she's right over there, happier than ever! (pointing to one of my assignments she hung on the wall for it being pretty)" and later that day i had to watch her breakdown in her apartment and kill herself from the grief. yeah, not a fun dream 0/10 would not recommend.

day 28: does your tc ever bring you up to other students/teachers that you know of? she brings me up to everyone, ever. i have had teachers i've never seen or talked to before be like "hey! i heard your performance at the honors orchestra event was amazing! you are show stopping to watch play!!" and i'm just like "who exactly did you hear that from?" "clover was raving about you this morning to all of the teachers in the faculty lounge!" "ah, thanks.... CLOVER ISTG-"

day 29: do you see them as being a romantic person? are you? i think we're one in the same with romance?? when around that person, lovey dovey, everything's just really sweet, but when not around that person, you would probably think we don't have a partner at all.

day 30: how have they changed since you two first met? how have you changed? she's become way more hypersensitive to small behaviors from students, probably cause i show a lot of very small signs of being not okay. now's she probably paranoid cause of me. sorry clover- now for me, i've found that not all adults are evil, and that i am wanted by someone. i love her so much....

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[yesterdayiwrote]

Feel free to ignore this but if it's any help I've been putting off getting my thyroid checked out as well 😭😭

I need to go do a couple tests and bloodwork because I have no idea if these symptoms and related or not lol

Ahhhh at least it's not just me! I had problems back when I was about 16 and I had a really bad reaction to one of the medications they put me on back then. I was supposed to keep up blood tests every six months but I think I kept it up for about 5 years before I forgot to go and just got out of the habit. 😭

I need to just stop putting it off and do it because it explains a lot of the symptoms but my brain keeps over thinking it. I don't want to put other people off though so I hope you get yours done and it gives you answers! 💜

[cherrythot-s]

Ummmm so yeah still feeling gross about myself. Like I’ve just been struggling to get back into actually making good, healthy choices for myself. I know what I want and I know I can have it. But the way I’ve been living my life is getting me further and further away from what I want. And all for instant gratification like that’s so ridiculous. I had made so much progress and I fell off rly bad and I feel like I’ve just been falling further and further into a mess. I start a new class today and I’m hoping I like it better so that it’s easier to like remember I can do it? Idk. I actually wasn’t tired at work yesterday. It was the first time in a while. And it felt rly good and nice. I really fucking love my job. It was also my last session with a client and when it was over I just sat in my car for few minutes and cried lol. Like I just felt so guilty and like sad that I had to end that. I hope I can work with him again some day. I love my jobs. And I think for a while I’ve been really self destructive and started like going back to old things and it just sucks to feel like I really have to physically be away from some things to be an actually good healthy human being. I don’t want to live my life the way I’ve been living it recently. I want my life to be how it was before when I was just going to work and school and the gym. And I would be social here and there in a healthier way. I think I really need to revamp my whole routines and like life. I want to deep clean my room again. I think I need to get rid of so much and leave space for new things. My therapist keeps telling me to be open to new people who have similar morals and goals but it’s just hard idk. Bc I feel like I’m so different from those people a lot of the times. Or like I’m not good enough idk. It’s so dumb bc she reminds me that we can’t be that much different if we value the same things and that those differences we do have are a good thing bc they can broaden my perspective and like experiences and I know she’s right. Like that’s what I want anyway. I’ve always been so open to meet anyone because I really genuinely like feel like it’s so interesting to meet people who are different from you. Even though it’s scary and the unknown is like ahhhh but yeah. I guess I just get scared of judgment too lol. It’s annoying I want to stop feeling that. Like embarrassed and ashamed? Idk. I know what I need to do I’ve just been struggling with getting started. But I’m super determined and I know that I can get back into my healthier habits. I WILLLLLL. Okkkk. Yesss bye.

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[durenjtmusings]

Something Special: Dean

Where do you find the special things? The ones that make a difference between life and death. Things that help you protect yourself, or become yourself in a world of other things that go more than bump in the night.

Excerpt from my fic Something Special over on Ao3 Supernatural, Dean & Sam, Bobby Singer, Daniel Elkins, OFC, & others. Trope: The Little Shop That Wasn’t There Yesterday  Words:11,315  Genfic

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January 25, 2004 - Alice Acres, Texas

He regained consciousness slowly and reluctantly, his body leaden and his back teeth echoing each throb of his aching head. Reflexively, he groped under the pillow, finding the solid reassurance of a gun. Baseline safety sorted, his brain automatically kicked into situational assessment: Why did he hurt? Drugged, fight, or…self-inflicted? Ahhhh, crap, self-inflicted, dammit. Keeping his eyes firmly closed, he moved with the careful deliberateness taught to all true disciples of Bacchus, flipping slowly onto his back in a wide-armed sprawl across the width of the mattress. Achingly bright light combined with the scent of stale tobacco, mold, and cheap cleaning products set his stomach churning. Ignoring his body’s complaints through force of habit, he sluggishly began to work through the previous night’s memories. He remembered the bar…bars…he corrected himself. He had been celebrating…what? His brain slowly dredged up a response. Right, his birthday. Alone. Twenty-five years old and I’m stuck celebrating with goddamned strangers. No surprise he felt this crappy. Did he remain alone? No happy fun time memories came immediately to mind. His brain made note of his solitary bed state and lack of noise from the seedy motel bathroom. Made a few mental calculations. Thank god, no one slept over. Didn’t mean no one came home with him, just that his hungover morning had fewer people. Less complicated, good.

He pondered his alone state for a moment and acknowledged the anxious knot low in his gut that greeted him each morning. Cautiously opening his eyes, he turned to face the empty bed on his left. No dad. Dad was hunting down a demon lead in Ohio, his brain grudgingly supplied. He had checked in fine by phone late yesterday afternoon. No Sam. Pictures of Sam at Stanford flickered briefly through his head. He was pretty damn sure Sam had no idea how often Dean secretly checked in on him, but he simply had to know that his brother was OK. Last time was two months ago. Time for another visit soon.

Family inventory taken, Dean returned to poking at his memories of the previous night. He remembered the beginning of the evening…the first two bars, beers, shots, dancing with pretty girls…a slow smile crawled over his face. Even while partying, he had been working. He’d hustled darts in the first bar and pool in the second. Made a very tidy wad of cash, which he took to the third bar and…and…

Shit. Dean drew a blank. He didn’t remember what happened at the third bar. He remembered driving there and opening the door, greeting the bartender (bad teeth, scary muscular dude, no luck there) and then…nothing. He didn’t remember leaving the bar, coming back to the hotel…nothing. Galvanized, he sat up sharply and then clutched his head. Fucking hell. Swung his legs off the bed and staggered over to the window to squint painfully out the curtains. Baby.  He signed gustily in relief. Not the best park job, but clearly he’d been just sober enough to get her home. He glanced down…and to get undressed before passing out. A bit of fear churned his stomach. Blackouts were bad, dangerous. His dad would be furious if he knew. Dean grabbed at the pile of cloth on the floor as he collapsed into a chair and began methodically checking his pockets for anything missing. Good. Everything checked out fine – even had most of the money he’d hustled. Can’t have gotten too damn exciting at the last bar, I guess. Dean made his way over to his duffle over by the TV – a cursory check showed everything in its place. He’d take a thorough inventory before leaving, like always.

Second panic of the morning averted, his body began to make its demands known. Piss, shower, teeth…food? His stomach lurched yet again. Coffee. Dean made his way to the bathroom even more slowly, the pounding in his head amped by his adrenaline-fueled searches. By the end of the shower, however, Dean was relieved to find more and more images of the third bar returning. Several more drinks (no surprise), more dancing, and…oh, god, I think singing. Crap. Dean brushed the alcohol slime off his teeth and tongue, wisely skipped a shave and headed to the nearby Denny’s for coffee. By the end of the second cup, he was pretty sure he had most of the night reconstructed - even a few flashes of driving home. There was one set of images, however, that he could not quite reconcile.

A small older man, sitting across a damp bar table. Intense dark eyes behind glasses on a wrinkled face that was…plain? Ordinary? Bland?  Dressed in an oddly cut vest and jacket. Dark wispy hair streaked with silver, combed over a good-sized bald patch. The man was talking…saying something earnestly, but damn if Dean could remember what. Slid a business card across the table. Dean remembered it between his fingers, remembered agreeing to something… A worried frown on his face, Dean searched through his pockets, eventually finding an unfamiliar card in his inside jacket pocket.

[Image description: Antiqued looking business card with the words: Lost and Found ltd. Buy, sell, trade. Rare and unique Weapons our speciatly. Oliver & Fitch, Proprietors  204 1/2 State St. Alice Acre, Texas  361.555.1212 www.oliverand fitch.com]

Dean considered the card. Unique weapons, huh. Maybe this was about a case. Considered the strange little man. Maybe the man was a case. Either way, the address wasn’t far and the whole thing was just weird and interesting enough to make it worth checking out. After some apple pie for breakfast. With a side of bacon, because screw hangovers.

The shop was surprisingly hard to find, down a narrow alley to an almost hidden door around the back of a rundown bodega. Dean entered in a foul mood fueled by both the stubborn remnants of his hangover and the humiliation of having to ask for directions more than once. This better be worth it. As he stopped in the open doorway to let his eyes adjust from the bright winter sun, he was immediately hit by the achingly familiar scents of wood polish, metal, and gun oil. Oddly reassured, he stepped between two long hip-height display cases set so close together he could easily touch both at the same time. Peering through the dim shop lighting into the cases, he could make out an astonishing variety of small hand weapons – jackknives, switchblades, machetes, shurikens, brass knuckles…and handguns. Lots of handguns. Derringers, pistols and what looked like an Elizabethan wheellock, next to modern semiautomatics and everything in between. Fascinated, Dean stepped further into the room. Once adjusted to the light, his eyes were drawn to the walls behind the cases. These were covered in bigger weapons: long barrel guns, bows of all types, and even a few spears. He stared in awe at a huge gun collection that included both newer models – Remington hunting rifles next to Barret sniper rifles, Uzis and AK47s – and older, more obscure firearms –Tommy guns, muskets, and even a blunderbuss. He wondered dazedly if, somewhere in the shop, he’d be able to find a phased plasma rifle in the 40-watt range.

Almost giddy, Dean spent a few moments practically darting back and forth, examining each shiny new thing that caught his eye. He was just trying to make out the inscription on a particularly evil looking blade (sacrificial knife?) when a sudden chuckle snapped his head up and his hand to the gun hidden under his jacket.

The far end of the long, narrow shop was cloaked in shadow, but Dean could just make out another glass case across the back. Behind this case stood…the little man from last night. His weathered face wreathed in a large customer-friendly smile, he only raised his brows at Dean’s startled reaction.

“Good morning, Mr. Winchester, I had indeed so hoped to see you today.” Dean relaxed and nodded, oddly reassured to see the little guy. He looked almost exactly as he remembered. Right down to the tidy but out-of-date suit and thin gold frames. Good to know he was real and not a whiskey induced hallucination. Then Dean tensed again. Winchester…he’d given a stranger his real name? Dread curled heavy in his gut. Shit, he had been unacceptably drunk last night.

“Yeah, uh…yeah. I was, uh, a little…distracted last night. - seem to have forgotten your name.” Dean peered down at the card in his hand. “Are you Mr. Fitch or Mr. Oliver? And, um, what was it again that we discussed?”

“Oh, that’s fine, fine, no problem, no problem at all. It was your name we talked about mostly – and how it related to what I do.” The man glanced down as he busied himself tidying up the already spotless counter. “You may call me Mr. Fitch. My brother is Mr. Oliver. He deals in larger items of trade – machines, transportation, and such. I deal in things that can be easily carried from the shop.” He looked up smiling into Dean’s face. “And it is not something I want, but rather something you might want that we discussed.

Dean raised his eyebrows in surprise. Something he wanted. What the hell could he have told this strange little man he wanted?

“You were celebrating last night – your entry into adulthood?” At Dean’s look of confusion, the little man, continued. “You turned 25 yesterday, yes? No longer a young man seeking his way, but truly adult, firmly established in this world.” The man’s – Mr. Fitch’s – face crumpled in a frown. “I expressed dismay that you were celebrating this momentous occasion alone and invited you here today in consolation.” His face softened into a slow smile as he spread his arms, gesturing widely, “To you to choose for yourself a gift –something you want, something special - to commemorate this milestone.” A shopkeeper’s beguiling look, a raised eyebrow. “I promised you an excellent deal.”

Dean frowned as he considered the profits from last night. That amount could keep Baby purring – and him in burgers, beer, and cheap beds – for months. Or…he could throw it away on a pretty new toy. He eyed the grenade launcher hanging just over the man’s left shoulder. Considered the other questionably legal items one could find in a store like this. Yeah…maybe it is time to do something nice for myself. Besides, it’s not like it isn’t work-related. Yeah, sure, this is a work expense. 

Dean’s face shifted to one of his most charming. “And just how great a deal are we talkin’?”

“Only one limb?” At Dean’s raised eyebrows, the man laughed, “Nothing you can’t afford, I promise.”

Read more: Something Special over on Ao3

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[donutbf]

ooh new blog, hi donut!! i love ur writing so far. having c!dream brain rot atm... maybe when dream breaks out of prison he visits reader and it’s just nice “i missed you” sex,,, headfull

also, 💌 anon perhaps ?

ahhhh, tysm! glad you enjoy it and its rlly nice than you decided to let me know what you think about my writing! <3

and like actually 80-90% of my simping is solely for c!dream so i gotta say, BIIIIIIG fucken same. the c!dream brain rot is deep and real. he’s godawful and i love him deeply. i watch him fuck things up im like <3 <3 <3 cute voice go brrrrrr

anyways there were a few different directions i could imagine for this scenario... 

like, either him roughly taking out all his pent-up frustrations on you, him being incredibly touchstarved all whiny and submissive - happy with anything you’ll give him, or it being uncharacteristically tender and loving.

you said ‘nice’ so i’m going w/ the third one. sorry if im barking up the wrong tree here!

edit: i wrote that intro before i wrote the piece itself and i meant for it to be tender and loving but its more like tender and angsty im-

oh! and psst- that emoji is so cute. great choice. you can indeed be 💌 anon! <3

(long NSFW elaboration under the cut. i uh. really went buck-fuckin-wild here. oh my god......)

sometimes people wonder whether or not there’s a person behind that smile.

that mask he’s never seen without. represented by a smile. a mockery of any true expression of joy.

he’s done so many awful things. he’s hurt people. badly. it’s what landed him in that godforsaken prison in the first place. everywhere he goes, he leaves behind an indelible scar.

they could call him a god, or a man with the makings of the devil - or a million other names that lie in between - but you know better.

you know him.

there is a living, breathing human behind that mask and you know him well. you know him with your hands and your lips and your tongue. you know his breath and you’d know him without sight.

you’d know him to the ends of the earth.

so when you find him on your doorstep in the middle of the night - hazy in the moonlight - a part of you distantly wonders if you’re still asleep. but the other part just knows. there’s no mistake. he’s here. 

your dream has come back to you, the way he always swore he would.

you’re not an idiot. you love him, but you could never believe blindly in him. you saw what he did. what he’s done. to agree with all of it... that’d make you naïve at best, a wild fanatic at worst.

even before all of… this, you had differing stances. your faith in him was always balanced. 

this is one thing you never doubted from this stubborn, broken fool before you. 

he’d always come back to you.

you reach out a hand towards him. you want to cradle his face, to make sure that he’s actually here in the flesh - because it doesn’t seem quite real yet - and he flinches reflexively. at this, your heart drops into the pit of your stomach. still, he lets you touch him.

ushering him inside, quickly, quickly, to the privacy of the house, you’re thankful for the isolation of your home and the solitude of the night. if anybody saw you right now, housing him… it just doesn’t bear thinking about.

“dream,” you murmur. you have so much you need to talk about, but right now, nothing else has to be said.

your thumb brushes against a new crack in the surface of his ever-smiling mask, almost split in two now.

he’s not smiling.

fingertips trace every bump and divot you know so well, before slowly taking it off and discarding it on the table behind you.

he looks like fucking hell. you’ve certainly known him to get into scrapes and fights, and even yelled at him for his carelessness before,,, but this? this is something else entirely.

it’s the result of weeks upon weeks of senseless beatings - underfed and unhealing - never given the time or space to regen.

you want to touch him all over, to hold him together in your hands like some fragile thing, but you’re so, so afraid that he might’ve already broken.

neither of you have even attempted to breach the silence yet.

you lead him by the hand to the bed. for rest, is what you think, but he stoops down to tuck his face into neck and inhales, deeply, his hands creeping lower down the front of your body. 

he breaks the silence first, deftly trading it for the quiet instead.

“please let me feel you...” his voice is barely a whisper, the sound a cracked, hoarse thing.

to touch another person kindly, after so long spent alone and in pain. to know that you’re still here, and that you haven’t left me. because i love you.

so many reasons and they all go unsaid.

still, you understand him.

clothes are peeled off and bodies are re-explored after so much time spent apart. his bare body’s on display in front of you, all long limbs and pale skin. what was previously smooth and soft now lays dry and cracked - marred with injury - before you.

his eyes won't meet yours. it's something he’s never done before in bed with you. another newly ingrained habit, like the flinch. 

you wonder if he’s ashamed right now; if he feels ugly before you, even. he wouldn’t care how he looks to anybody else, but it’s you. and that matters to him. (and the force of just how MUCH it matters terrifies him.)

malnourished and beaten half to death, you still couldn’t find him anything other than beautiful.

cupping his cheeks, you gently tilt his face up to yours, meeting his lips in a slow kiss. every movement of your lips against his is lazy but deliberate.

you touch him as gently as you can, trying to avoid brushing against the myriad of bruises peppering his skin, and cuts both old and new.

even with your efforts, at times you catch him slightly pained - when a touch makes him twitch and wince, sucking in a shallow breath behind gritted teeth.

though he tries his best to hide this - the same way he does in battle, to gain the upper hand - even he knows that he can't hide anything from you.

he preps you but you don't take as long as you maybe should. your movements may be slow and cautious, but you’re both desperate for each other, completely ravenous to feel each other. 

you sink down onto him and bite your lip at the feeling of him stuffing you full, stretching you open. god, its been so long.

and apparently, being inside you is what finally breaks the dam. he starts to cry, loudly. 

burning hot tears roll down his cheeks and his face goes ruddy with emotion as he starts to talk. his hips never stop pounding up into you.

the pace he sets is erratic, his thrusts stuttering much more than you’ve ever had with him before - the man you’ve always known to be so deliberate and ever in control - but it's all excusable. everything is so different now. what even is the new usual?

“god, i missed you so much. i sat in that cell and- and all i could think about was you. i felt like i was going insane, maybe i have- i thought you’d move on, that you’d leave me. fuck. fuck! i’m so fucked, i’m a mess, i’m bad, i don’t deserve you, i- i...” 

and he keeps going. he sounds like raw, jagged edges torn in two, his breaths hitching and his voice cracking open on almost every syllable. 

eventually the open sobs devolve into silent tears and the mindless, shaky repetition of your name. 

he holds your name in his mouth like its a precious thing, a word he doesn't deserve to say but chooses to say anyway.

he says it twenty times, thirty times, until it doesn't even sound like a word anymore. your name is on his lips when he cums.

physically sated and emotionally drained, you both sink into the bed together. all you can do is hold each other tight and try not to think about the magnitude of what you’ve done, and what tomorrow could possibly bring.

whatever happens - heaven or hell - at least you’ve had tonight. 

that will have to be enough.

#18+ #smut #drm #fanfic #fanfiction #dreamwastaken smut #dream x reader #dsmp x reader smut #mcyt x reader smut #dream smp x you #dream smp x reader #dream smp x y/n #dsmp x reader #💌 anon #i dont even know what this is #ask to tag #Anonymous

[forsworned]

can i request a Rengoku x fem or male reader where he becomes completely smitten with the reader after they always make him snacks (and then some). mayybe he confesses in the end, idkk✨

[♥] love confession. {renguko kyoujurou x reader}

Genre: Fluff, Fluff and more Fluff!!

Categories: F/M

Relationships: Renguko Kyoujurou/Reader

Word count: 1,839

a/n: ahhhh!! i'm so sorry this took me so long to make. i hate writing when i'm not in the mood bc it signifiicantly depletes the quality of my writing and that's just no fair for you guys, i hope ypu enjoy this :) requests are open!

To say that Kyoujurou simply enjoyed snacks was an understatement. He was a snack fiend. He had a bad habit of carrying snacks anywhere and everywhere. Compliments to Mitsuri for making him pick it up.

[Name] would watch him pull them out of his sleeves. His uniform pockets and occasionally from in between the buttons of uniform. On multiple occasions, he’d sneak some mini taiyaki and other times senbei. When she was around him and she’d catch him, he laugh at himself and offer her some, which of course she would never deny. Kyoujurou was too cute to deny in her eyes.

Until one day, she had noticed that he hadn’t been snacking all day. Not once, not even a nibble and even that was enough to spark some suspicion on her end.

[Name] pondered all the times she had seen him that day and each time she had remembered, he seemed a little sad. Was it because he ran out of them?

Just then she had conjured up an idea. What if I made a bunch of his favorite snacks? That would definitely cheer him up!

Honestly, [Name] would do anything to see him smile and she would stop at nothing to get it. And slowly, but surely, that is exactly what she did.

It became a daily routine to bring Kyoujurou any snack she knew he would enjoy. And of course, he would accept every time because he simply could not get enough of [Name's] homemade snacks. Every time that he would ask what she would add to her food, she would insist that the secret ingredient was "love".

Which would obviously fly over his head (god bless his heart) because Kyoujurou was so oblivious it hurt. But like [Name] had firmly stated with all her heart. She wouldn't stop at nothing to get what she wanted. And what she wanted was Kyoujurou. So like any corny, cliche storyline, [Name] had told Kyoujurou that she planned a sort of taste testing for an upcoming cooking competition she had.

But like the good spirited man Kyoujurou was, he happily agreed. He would do anything to help his fellow comrades out. [Name] could jump for joy, but she held it in and instead gave him a time to meet up her place. Kyoujurou smiled his usual smile before bowing.

"See you then!"

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

By this time, she had already been in the kitchen for over two hours now whipping up a bunch of Kyoujurou's favorite snacks. The oven dinged signaling that her sweet potatoes were done. She pulled them out and set them down on the counter. [Name] was delighted with herself because not only was she done, but she had successfully prepared everything. The sweet potatoes were roasted to perfection and she set the scallion butter she also made on the side.

Now she had sakura mochi, senbei and takoyai. She wanted to keep it both sweet and savory so that he could enjoy both equally. All that was left was to surprise him.

[Name] pulled her pocket watch out of her breast pocket and checked the time.

He should be here any minute.

Her heart was pounding in her chest the more she thought about it. Somehow she had mustered up the courage to ask Kyoujurou to come to her humble abode--alone. And (mostly) happily obliged. There was still the lingering sadness about him that made her heart ache.

"[Name]?' She heard his voice call out and her anxiety peaked as she rushed to the door with a scarf in her hand.

"Yes, stay right there, please!"

And immediately he halted all actions and words. [Name] opened her door to see the fiery blonde smiling brightly at her and her breath caught in her throat.

"Hello, [Name]." His expression now slightly surprised, mouth in an "o" shape as he points to her cheek. "What's this?"

[Name's] cheeks dusted with a pink hue as she swiped her face and looked at her finger to see flour on it. She seemed alarmed which was enough to cause him to laugh at her.

"You wanted to show me something?" His voice soft now. And it took every once of [Name] to look him in the eyes and when she did, she could tell the same sadness was clouding his gaze.

She gulped and nodded her head as she pulled put the scarf. "You gotta put this on first."

Kyoujurou's cheeks visibly pinkened but he agreed and bent his head down as [Name] gently wrapped the makeshift blindfold around his eyes. Her fingers brushing against his skin was enough to send a shiver down his spine as she felt the wisps of her hair tickle her skin. She tightened the knot and Kyoujurou felt a lump form in his throat.

Her hands now in his as she tugged him along to her kitchen. Neither of them spoke as she led them there. Just two hearts thumping silently against their chests, unbeknownst to one another.

"You can take it off now." Her voice barely a whisper, but he heard quite well.

Her unraveled the loose knot and his eyes were now fully uncovered. Kyoujurou felt his heart stammer a bit , while his fiery orbs widened in blissful surprise.

"Surprise!" She cheered and she jumped with arms wide.

Kyoujurou did not move, just simply stood there speechless. His eyes carefully scanned the counter that was filled with his favorite treats and then to [Name]. He didn't know how to feel in that moment. He didn't know another human being was capable of making him feel a million and one emotions all at once. No one had ever done him such a courtesy and it made his heart swell.

His silence caused [Name] to twiddle her fingers nervously awaiting a response.

"Do you not like it?" Her voice was a squeak now. He gulped as he blinked back the tears stinging at his eyes. And then he did something that [Name] least expected. He had enveloped her in his warmth and squeezed her with such tenderness that she had never felt before.

"Thank you, [Name]." He breathed out. His chin sat on her shoulder blade as he closed his eyes and a small tear slipped out. He quickly wiped it away before pulling back and looking at [Name] who was staring at him with broadened [e/c] hues.

"No one has ever done me the honor of blessing me with such a thoughtful surprise." His smile was bright and cheery as ever. [Name] felt like her heart was going to implode.

"I'm in love with you."

She just blurted it out. Not intentionally. It just kind of came out. So abruptly in fact, that Kyoujurou immediately started to burn up. No one had ever confessed to him (false, many have confessed but he always took it as admiration and would pat them on the shoulder and smile completely oblivious).

"Eh?"

Was all that came out of his mouth. He didn't know [Name] liked him like that?! Sure she was super pretty, but Kyoujurou always thought she would take a liking to Giyuu since she was always poking at him trying to get him to talk. It's not that he didn't find her attractive, he very much did. But, again, it just absolutely threw him off because in his mind she could have any man she desired. But him? She liked, no--loved him?

"Ah! I mean--I--"

[Name] was at an unfortunate loss for words and she couldn't do anything to take it back, so she just braced herself for the consequences.

"Y-you're--" He pointed to her. "in love with me?" He then pointed to himself in shock. And [Name] thought she was going to pass out.

"Uh, yes. I am in love with you, Kyoujurou. I hope that this doesn't ruin our friendship..."

[Name] felt defeated at this point. She really couldn't tell if he felt embarrassed because he didn't return her feelings or not. Kyoujurou finally swallowed the lump in his throat. He noticed that [Name] was on edge and obviously needed an answer and none of his antsiness.

"I didn't think I was your type. I am extremely flattered." He deadpanned as he bowed respectfully in most erect manner.

[Name] felt an embarrassed sweat drop on the back of her head form.

"Y-you are?"

"Yes! I would find it most desirable if we formed an intimate bond!"

"Uh, Kyoujurou."

"Yes!"

"You can stop bowing now."

"Right!"

Kyoujurou was met with [Name's] glimmering eyes and flushed face and he saw her for more than his fellow comrade.

"Do you mean that." She hesitantly stepped forward. He courageously embraced her face with the rough palms of his hands against her smooth skin.

"Yes, I do. It would be an honor to have you by my side. If you would let me, of course." His voice smooth and even as he spoke. An illusion Kyoujurou had to conjure up to steady his beating heart.

"The honor is mine."

[Name's] face leaned forward and he felt her breath delicately aerating against his skin. And that's when his illusion broke because Kyoujurou had turned just as fiery red as the hair on his head and turned away in agitation.

[Name] was confused by his sudden humiliation. Did her breath smell bad?

"M-my apologies. I just got a little apprehensive when you got close." He gulped dryly as he peeped at her expression, but [Name] just burst into laughter.

She didn't think she had the capability of turning Kyoujurou into a flustered mess, nevertheless here he was doing just that. Oh, how the tables have turned.

"We don't need to rush anything, Kyo." She held a hand over mouth to hide her delight.

His blush intensified at the nickname. How much more was she going to embarrass him?!

She grabbed his hand and led him to the table where she was going to set everything up.

"Let's eat."

He followed her lead and sat adjacent from her and instantly his mouth watered as she set the dishes in front of them

"Thank you, again, [Name]. Really."

[Name] waved a hand as if to reassure him it was nothing as she took a chunk out of her sakura mochi. He quietly took a bite from his sweet potatoes and he was filled immediately with the void he had developed from years of coldness.

Soft, supple lips found themselves on his cheek and he felt his face flare up mid bite. [Name's] melodious laugh filled the room as she confidently took a bite from his chopsticks. Oh yes, the tables have indeed turned.

"Thank you for coming." She flirted as she made her fingers walk on his lap. His eyes followed them as they got closer to his upper thigh and he wondered where the shy [Name] had went. Another fit of laughter bubbled out of her throat as she faltered to the tatami mat.

"You are so cute, Kyo!"

It was only the beginning of [Name] driving Kyoujurou insane.

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[swbumblebee]

Qui-Gon Jinn cupped the precious mug of tea beneath his large hands, sitting alone at the table in the small temple flat he shared with his Padawan. He closed his eyes and breathed in the vapors whilst the rest of the temple sprang into action for the day ahead.

Not today for the Jinn/Kenobi pair. It had been a long night for the Jedi Master, listening helplessly to Obi-Wan sniffing, wheezing and coughing his way through the night in the room next to his own.

After narrowly avoiding a slipper to the face the third time he popped his head around the door (“For goodness sake Master I am FINE! Maybe I’m just allergic to fusspots?”) the Jedi Master made the executive decision that there would be no lessons this morning, testing the limits of his fine Force control by turning the alarm on his apprentice’s chrono off as he quickly exited the room and escaped the teenager’s ire.

Yes. A much-needed lie in and then a day in bed (remaining exactly where Qui-Gon could keep an eye on him) with pain killers and cough medicine would do his ill Padawan a world of good.

He sat back, rather pleased with his plan, when a spark of panic ignited his training bond with Obi-Wan, and a few thuds later saw the boy springing out of his room, tunics all over the place, hair askew and a frantic look on his face.

Ah.

He hadn’t factored in his Padawan’s dedication to his studies.

“Master! Master what time is it? I’m so late!” the young man cried, grabbing random objects and stuffing them into his bag in a frenzy.

Qui-Gon stood up slowly.

“Obi-Wan I’ve spoken to your tutors-“

His panicked student heard nothing. He was frantically searching for something; lifting cushions off the sofa, shifting piles of flimsi and kicking aside discarded robes.

“Master have you seen my history pad? I had it – I had it last night I’m sure!” his apprentice was a one boy hurricane as he rushed around their flat, ducking under the table in his quest.

Qui-Gon rolled his eyes towards the heavens.

“Obi-Wan you’re not going-“

“Yes!” so focused on his victory from under their table, the teenager continued to tune him out. “Sorry Master there’s a guest speaker – I just need to check I’ve done-“

Qui-Gon sighed fondly. His boy was such a nerd.

It was time to bring out the big guns.

“Padawan!” he barked sharply, fully aware he was using his ‘Master’ voice, usually reserved for dangerous missions.

Thunk.

“Ow!”

…and immediately regretted it when his startled apprentice hit his head on the table above his crouched position.

Oh Force

He rushed towards the boy, who was slowly making his way out from under the table rubbing his head with a grimace.

“Owwww! Bloody ahhhh…Master! What was that for?” he asked, wounded.

Big watery blue eyes turned on him and Qui-Gon thought he might just be the worst being in the Galaxy.

“I’m sorry I’m sorry!” he jabbered, pulling the skinny boy in to look at his head, where already a lump was forming.

Qui-Gon was indeed, the worst being in the Galaxy.

Obi-Wan sighed, sniffing and wiping at his red nose that sharply contrasted against his pale pallor, shrugging out of his Masters grip.

“Master, what’s going on? Did you turn off my alarm?” he asked, an unimpressed expression on his young face that wouldn’t have looked out of place on the Jedi high council.

Qui-Gon refused to be cowed.

But it was a near thing.

He opened his mouth to respond when the stern face in front of him took on a decidedly more enthusiastic expression.

“Are we going on a mission!?” Obi-Wan asked excitedly, childish glee lighting up his eyes. Before the sickly boy immediately succumbed to a chest-rattling coughing fit that had him almost bent double.

Going on a – ? Qui-Gon shook his head despairingly as he rubbed Obi-Wan’s back in what he hoped was a soothing manner.

“The only place you’re going is back to bed” he corrected sternly.

“What?”

Unbelievably, the intelligent young Jedi looked at him confused. And then sneezed.

“Yes” Qui-Gon confirmed slowly as he nodded. “You, my young Padawan, have a cold.”

Predictably, he received a scowl in return.

“Master, honestly I’m fine – I promise – I have to go to lessons – Maaaaster” Obi-Wan attempted to wriggle away from the hand that was currently resting on his forehead.

Qui-Gon’s lips thinned in disapproval. The boy was way too hot, and clammy to the touch.

“No, I’m afraid not.” he declared.

“But there’s –“

“I know, I know, a guest speaker” Qui-Gon finished for him, putting an arm to his students’ skinny shoulders and turning him gently towards his room.

“Pleeease Master” the quiet, uncharacteristically whining tone of his apprentice caught him off guard, and his heart clenched just a little.

“I’m sorry Padawan, but your health must come first.”

He felt a little guilty when the young man’s shoulders slumped a little and Obi-Wan sniffed rather pathetically before, ever obedient, he gave in and allowed himself to be guided back towards his own bedroom.,  

Qui-Gon pressed his advantage in his apprentice’s silence.

“Now, please go and get in the shower, and change into some fresh sleep clothes while I make your bed.” He instructed, in a patient tone he usually reserved for lessons.

All he got was a grunt in return, blue eyes dimming slightly as Obi-Wan’s feet began to drag.

Qui-Gon had to stop himself from giving him a rather smothering bear hug. That would go down about as well as Yoda’s stew.

They were nearly at the threshold, so close to victory, when Obi-Wan stopped suddenly.

“I should tell my tutors” he said, looking up at Qui-Gon worriedly.

“I spoke with the Master Scholars office this morning” he reassured his anxious student.

Obi-Wan continued to nibble his lower lip, remaining in place despite his Master’s urging expression.

“…I should speak to them” he mumbled unsurely “apologize”

Qui-Gon looked at him sharply.

“You will do no such thing” he scolded, his tone perhaps more than he intended, but it was a consistent bad habit of his Padawan, and a major bug bear of his own, that the child seemed to feel the need apologise to the Universe for his existence.

He sighed at the startled look on his boys face.

“Obi-Wan, you are perfectly entitled to be ill, every being in the Galaxy gets ill and the sensible thing to do is to take a sick day.” He said smartly, appealing to his logical student’s intelligence.

Obi-Wan continued to worry at his lip, his head cocking in a way Qui-Gon recognized as him carefully considering a problem.

“So…I’ll just… go to bed?” he clarified awkwardly.

Qui-Gon smiled.

“Yes indeed, you’ll get in the shower and then go to bed. Where you may read, fiction, for thirty minutes whilst you have breakfast and some medicine, and then you’re going back to sleep.” He informed his charge.

There was a mutinous expression present for about a fraction of a second, before his dutiful apprentice was back.

“Yes Master” came the rather sulky acknowledgement, and Qui-Gon turned away and smiled.

---

A few short minutes later the Master found himself perched on the end of Obi-Wan’s bed, attempting to wrap another blanket around his pouting tooka of a Padawan.

He treasured these moments, he realized, as Qui-Gon watched the young man (little more than a child really) gently falling asleep (with just a little help from the Force). They were few and far between as the days rolled on, and he had a nasty feeling he’d have a Jedi Knight on his hands before he knew it.

Obi-Wan would be magnificent, he mused slightly melancholily as he reached out to tuck a stray ankle back under the covers.

Live in the moment he reminded himself.

There would doubtless still be many opportunities ahead to put his reckless, trouble magnet bull-headed boy to bed, and many arguments to come.

It was a bizarrely comforting thought.

#Obi-Wan Kenobi #qui-gon jinn #obi-wan fanfic #snippet of nothing #fluffy as balls #oh god it's so sappy #soft qui-gon #dad!Qui-Gon #padawan kenobi

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Anonymous asked:

Hello! I like your blog and the little comments here and there makes me laugh at times hehe ^^ May I request headcanons for Vil, Leona, Mal, and Floyd reactions and what they'll do to reconcile w/ the reader after a very hearted argument to which Reader may have said "I hate you" before storming out. Would they wait for a bit? A few days or hours? Or would they be upfront with their apology immediately? Reader also apologizes at the end, crying slightly if that's okay. If you notice me, thanks! 

°•°•𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐇𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐌𝐞?•°•°•

HC's with: Leona, Vil, Floyd, and Malleus.

Note: Ofc, I was late yet again. Pls forgive me dear sir... And ofc tumblr hates me so it won't cooperate! Drafts got deleted 3 times.... so if it somehow becomes inconsistent... I DEEPLY APOLOGIZE! STONE ME GENTLY! anyways, i hope you enjoy this, actually no, I beg that you enjoy this?! Idk lololololololololol.

[𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚝𝚎𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚍? 𝙸𝚍𝚔 𝚕𝚘𝚕]

°•°•°•𝙇𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙖 𝙆𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙖𝙧 •°•°•°

“I HATE YOU!” with bits of tears in your eyes, you slammed the door shut behind you leaving Leona dumbfounded all by himself.

You hate him?You hate him!?!? Is that like for real??? He’ll scratch the back of his head in shame of pushing things too far to the point you were in tears.

But what can he do? His pride caught the best of him and he acted rash in the heat of the moment. This prideful lion just doesn’t know when to shut up smh.ಥ‿ಥ

He’ll try to remember when did everything started to go wrong, but he'll just get more and more guilty the more he thinks about it.

“Tchhhh... I messed up big time...”

It's not his style to give up easily, but his mind was set in a frenzy the moment he thinks about you leaving him.

A day without you started to become dull and boring the moment he grew fond of you. So it somehow became a habit of his to constantly seek you unconsciously. Whether it's a whiff of your scent, your voice ringing in the hallways, even the sound of your footsteps is something he could easily recognize.

But now that the two of you fought, this lion will find any way possible to avoid you seeing him.

Yeah... it will probably take a while for him to apologize...(꒦ິ⌓꒦ີ)

But when the time does come, expect Leona to prepare a simple yet sincere apology.

“Oi herbivore... Sorry about the other day ok? I missed my pillow for a while now...I lose...”

Simple yet sincere :') The prideful arrogant lion somehow learned to apologize despite his ego way ahead of him. He can't stand the thought of loosing you ok? (｡•́︿•̀｡)

°•°•°•°•𝙑𝙞𝙡 𝙎𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙚𝙣𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙩•°•°•°•°•

“VIL STOP IT! I hate this! I hate everything! I hate you!” you quickly ran away to the door as vil stood in his spot stupefied.

You hate him? You hate the Vil Schoenheit himself?Then so be it...

Vil is basically pissed and angry™. Moreover, you had the guts and audacity to tell him you hate him. His pride was shattered in front of him. And he's not happy about that (꒦ິ⌓꒦ີ)

Nope. Nah. Never. He's not apologizing anytime sooner now. He'll be waiting for that spicy well deserved apology you have for him...

He'll try his best to avoid you and give you the sassy cold shoulder treatment™. It will probably last for a few days or maybe a week. He has his pride y’know?

Not until he hears a muffled sob in the hallways and realized it was your voice. You looked visibly upset and sad as you cried your heart out, all alone in the empty hallways.

Oh no... What did he do? Was his nagging that bad? Did he take it too far with the makeovers? Guilt ate his soul away as he tried to sort out his thoughts with the clear image of your crying face embedded in his mind.

“Okay... Maybe I did take it a little too far...”

Making up his mind, Vil will try to make everything set for tomorrow and apologize to you to fix this feud  you both have. ( ╹▽╹ )

When classes are over and the two of you finally get to be alone, Vil will try to straighten this misunderstanding now! ( ꈍᴗꈍ)

“Hey Y/n I just want to tell you... I'm sorry.” “Vil I'm so sorry for the other day!-”

The both of you stared at each other with shock... Did the both of you just say sorry at the same time?

“Pfffttttt-” The both of you laugh from how hilarious this moment was. It felt as if the fight you had didn't happened at all. (人 •͈ᴗ•͈)

“Y/n I'm sorry... I took it too far with what I do without asking your opinion first...”

“Yeah... I'm sorry I lashed out at you too... That was petty...”

Vil will definitely make a million dollar once in a lifetime seen smile, so you better treasure this rare sight!!!(｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

“No more fighting, okay? ”

•°•°•°•°•𝙁𝙡𝙤𝙮𝙙 𝙇𝙚𝙚𝙘𝙝•°•°•°•°•°

“Floyd I hate you!” you slammed your way out of the table, running away from Floyd.

Angering Floyd was not the brightest Idea in the book. His infamous “bad moods” was not something anyone would like to experience. But somehow, he was really pushy and annoying today and you were fed up with it.

“Ahhhh~ Koebi-chan hates me now? what do I do?”

Thankfully, Floyd wasn’t really angry, though he was sad and heart broken that his favorite person said they hated him.(╥╭╮╥)

Floyd is an impulsive boi, so he might secretly follow you to see your face or something lol.

Ofc, Knowing Floyd, he’d definitely skip classes and skip his job at the Mostro Lounge  due to his mood swings. Ofc, a certain octoboi wasn’t really happy with this.

Azul will probs tell Jade to help out his brother or something, lol Azul be secretly worrying for the two of you loooool.

However, with the help of Jade, the mushroom eel himself, he can guide his brother to make up with you!!!

Thank god mushroom eel is here to save the day! ( ´◡‿ゝ◡`)

A fight with Floyd won’t really last long. Because Floyd being Floyd, he’ll naturally come to you like nothing ever happened! That’s why you have to be patient and understanding when it comes to Floyd ok?

With the biggest hug from behind you. There was a cute eel boi that has come to ambush you with love!

“Shrimppy! Don’t avoid meeee! I miss you so much so hang out with me at the Mostro Lounge againnn!”

Floyd is not really good with his words nor his apologies. Though, his blunt and honest demeanor is definitely one of his charming points!!!! (☆▽☆)

“Shrimpy! I have some takoyaki with me! let’s share them together ok?!”

Ugh, Floyd is too cute... It would be a capital sin to not forgive him and decline his offer! Tsk I’m watching you, you better accept that apology!

•°•°•°•𝙈𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙪𝙨 𝘿𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙖•°•°•°

“MALLEUS I HATE YOU!”

Shock. Pure shock. You hate him? The last thing Malleus wants is to hurt your feelings. In his eyes, humans are delicate and vulnerable beings, so he tries his best to protect you and treat you with utter delicacy. Yet it seems as if he failed to do that...

Just before you slam the door behind you and escape this fight, a hand grabs your wrist in attempts to stop you. Nonetheless you still make your way out, leaving Malleus standing there alone.

Malleus was deeply hurt and sorry for making you sad and angry. His heart was shattered with the thought of you leaving him, someone who made their way this close to his heart, someone he cherishes deeply.

But this fight wont really last long because Malmal would definitely try and apologize as quickly as possible!(ᓀ˵▾˵ᓂ)

Malleus is the soft type of person and I feel like he’d give up easily if it was you lol.(｡•́︿•̀｡)

Even if his apology was heard but not accepted, he’d gladly say his sorry no matter how much time and patience it will take, just for you to forgive him.༎ຶ‿༎ຶ

He’ll try to give you and Hour or two to clear your mind, then he’ll apologize!

Standing in front of your room, he’ll knock lightly at the door in front of him... No answer... So you’re still mad huh?

Leaning his forehead at the door, He’ll try to talk to you in hope for you to come out of your room. But nahhh, no signs of you leaving your room soo (´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀)

He’ll mutter apologies after another just in case you hear them :’D

“Y/n I’m sorry for hurting your feelings earlier... that was rash of me to say, so I truly apologize... I hope my feelings reach you.”

Hearing his voice, it would prolly sound as if he’s ready to cry any moment by now. You’d be a monster if you don’t forgive this fae cutie!!!(┛◉Д◉)┛彡┻━┻

When you finally come out of the door to see him. I bet you he’s moment away from his tear dripping down. Ó╭╮Ò

“You’re not mad now right? Then is it fine to ask if we eat some ice cream later?”

You bet that Malleus would give you the biggest  cheeriest grin in the entire world! oh the things you keep doing to him never surprises him. Pls dont leave this cinnamon roll or else-

That's it cuties! I need to sleep now- my classes are thriving, but I'm not!!!

God, school stuff are taking away my precious freedom and time for writing smh.

Oh god, I'm ranting again... What's new? AHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH

Anyways, I need to woosh now and I hope you enjoyed this one!!!

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst wonderland #disney twst #twst imagines #twst fanfic #twst headcanons #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #leona kingscholar #twst leona #leona kingscholar x reader #vil schoenheit #vil schoenheit x reader #twst vil #floyd leech #floyd leech x reader #twst floyd #malleus draconia #malleus draconia x reader #twst malleus

[just-a-creep-babe]

Hello, I am here with a request if that is ok, I was thinking about how would Eyeless jack, BEN Drowned, and our three favourite proxies react to an S/O who is very quiet and shy yet out of no where she defends herself easily out in the woods by herself without even knowing her lover was there, then when they ask her about how she did it she says that she got it from watching them

Oki poki so I’m not sure if this is what you wanted, but I hope it’s ok!! Also I changed like,,, the verb tense (is that even what you call it? Idk skdhdkdjdk) but I changed it a couple times n ahhhh I just don’t know, it might read kinda weird, I sowey 🥺👉👈 But I hope you enjoy nonetheless!!

~Requests are closed~

Masterlist: x

BEN Drowned

“Woah”

Is that his s/o he just witnessed??

His adorable little reserved s/o that just beat the crap out of some rando who was bugging her?

Boy’s absolutely amazed

He jumps out of her phone & immediately has a ~shit ton~ of questions because he’s blown away 

“Are you ok? Did he hurt you!? Holy shit, that was sick, (y/n)! Where’d you learn to do that?!”

When she explains herself, he honestly gets kinda flustered & bashful

But then his regular shit-eating grin returns and he tries to play it off like it’s nothing

“Of course you got it from me, I’m pretty badass” he scoffs

Honestly though, he’s super flattered & honored and just??

Like wowie, he doesn’t know what he did to deserve such an amazing s/o

A very proud ghost bf uwu

Eyeless Jack

Boy was following her scent through the forest so they could meet up & hang out

And, having lived in the mansion for quite some time now, he’s grown to be pretty unfazed by all manners of things that happen around him

But he really wasn’t expecting to stumble in on his shy little s/o pressing her foot into someone’s neck on the ground

And then she gives what sounds like a warning before letting them go, and the stranger scrambles off into the woods

His first instinct is to immediately race over & check her for any injuries—and he’s bIG TIME relieved when it turns out she’s fine

When she finally explains herself after, like, the 12th time of reassuring him she’s fine skdjdkl, his black heart swells with pride

He’s pretty stoic, so it’s hard to read what he’s feeling, but his protective instincts definitely have him sticking closer around her for the rest of the night

And later that evening, when he thinks back to what happened, he gets mad at himself for not being better for his little mate

He knows he can’t actually be there for her 24/7, but he wants to try to put in more effort to assure her overall safety

He’s super proud she defended herself this time, but what if the next creep is much stronger??

The whole thing just makes him stalk follow her around a lot more tbh, even when she might not realize it

He also starts second-guessing himself a lot more than he already did

Is he a bad influence? If she gets used to seeing his eating/hunting habits, will it affect her in the long run?

Boy ends up with lots of existential questions, and she has to reassure him a lot tbh :/

But honestly, homeboy should know by now that she doesn’t want a normal life if it means not being with him uwu

Masky

He sees his s/o pining someone down, and for a split second, he almost gets the wrong idea

Maybe she isn’t who he thinks she is—maybe she’s a lot more brazen and open and… unashamed

But then he realizes that she isn’t, in fact, cheating on him or anything like that, and he’s immediately ashamed of ever even thinking she’d betray him like that

He walks up to them and he is pissed

The stranger doesn’t stand a chance

After he deals with them, he pulls her impossibly close to him and asks a million questions all too suddenly

“Who was that? Where did they come from? How long have they been following you? How did you learn to do that?”

When she explains, he gets quiet for a moment, and again, because of the mask, it’s kinda be hard to tell what he’s thinking

It’s almost,, kinda scary ngl

But he just gets that way because he’s crazy worried for her

And he’s super proud she could defend herself, but he understands the risks of fighting almost better than anyone else

So he definitely wants to teach her more about self-defence—while also lowkey feeling soft that she originally learned from him without him even teaching her in the first place

He honestly feels kinda bad for not teaching her sooner—oop

Overall starts being more protective of her too, while also seeing her in a new light

Guess his cute little s/o is actually pretty damn badass, huh?

Hoodie

He‘d be trying to find his s/o when he hears someone else in the forest

So naturally, he decides to check it out

And when he sees his s/o kicking the shit out of some shady person, he gets this huge grin tugging at his lips because damn, that’s my babe

Like he’s pretty amused ngl skdjdjsls

He sticks around in the shadows for a while, watching until the creep eventually scrambles away with their tail between their legs

And then he sneaks up behind her & wraps his arms around her to nuzzle into her neck

Almost earning a punch to the gut but, c’mon, what’d he expect? Skdjdkl

When she tells him what happened & how she knew what to do, he offers teaching her more right away

Will arrange plenty of training/workout sessions, no further questions asked

He’s probably the most chill about what he saw tbh

Like he knows quiet people have it in them to be scary, being quiet himself, so it isn’t much of a cause for concern

And he doesn’t stress over it because, hey, they managed to beat them up, so she’s probably already stronger & better at fighting than most

Sprinkle in some extra prep & tips from a skilled stalker/killer?

Whew, boy knows his precious little s/o will become a force to be reckoned with

And he’s damn proud of it, too

Ticci Toby

Boy sees shit going down & immediately rushes over to knock the other person tf out

He acts on impulse cause not only is that what he’s used to doing—but also how dare someone even think of harming his perfectly adorable little s/o??

He has to stop himself from chopping them up right then & there

The only thing stopping him is his s/o, who he doesn’t wanna end up traumatizing :/

Like BEN and EJ, he asks a shit ton of questions while frantically looking her over for any kind of injuries

“Oh my f-fucking God, are you alright?! What ha—what happened?! Jesus, (y/n), y-you know I love you—I love you so fucking much, right!? Holy shit, you—you fucking kicked ass!!”

She earns the biggest bone-crushing hug ever combined with an excited squee! when she explains where she learned moves like that

He’s so damn proud that he has to resist smothering her in countless bouts of affection

Definitely finds some kind of way to celebrate later on that evening :3

And it’s only after his initial rush of joy that he realizes it could’ve ended badly

He’s lost a lot of people throughout his life & he doesn’t want the same thing happening to his s/o, so he’d ask around for advice on how to protect them better

He ends up teaching them more self defence stuff while also watching them a lil more closely too

But he’s sO damn proud, it honestly gives him a happy high for a good few days ngl <33

It’s like he’s your hero!!

The thought alone motivates him to keep treating you better because you really are one in a million uwu

#creepypasta #creepypasta x reader #Ben drowned #eyeless Jack #Masky #hoodie #Ticci Toby

[crystal-moon-101]

Managed to do another redesign with rewrite notes, this time my second favourite character in Ben 10, Azmuth The First Thinker. And just like Ben, he's canon self is such a mess that I wish to fix in my own way. The other Galvans in this picture are his family, with his father from the movie "Destroy All Aliens", his nephews mentioned by DJW, and their mother who is Azmuth's twin sister. So let me get into the notes and rewrite ideas of mine!

-Retaliator-

Yes, I am aware that this is most likely not his name, but I could not be bothered to make up my own at this point, and I also find it funny to have a Galvan dad called this, so I'm sticking with it. So Retaliator is the father of both Azmuth and Divi, a very humble and calm old galvan, who has seen a lot through his years, now retired and mostly just trying to keep the family together through small things.

Retaliator has the rare gene of having aqua/turquoise eyes, a recessive trait in galvans, similar to human with the red hair gene.

Retaliator looks younger than he should be, and that's because he is, in a way. You see, right before Azmuth vanished to start working on the watch, Retaliator fell ill to an disease with no known cure, and this caused the family to...kind of break down. A lot had happen up to this point (Things that will be noted throughout this), and none of them wanted things to end like this. So Azmuth did something he know he shouldn't have, as such a thing takes so much time and resource, and generally frowned upon, and ended up creating a new young clone body for his father's brains to be transferred too. By the time Retaliator woke up from surgery, his son was already gone, off in hiding. It this was event that really made Retaliator realize he may not have been the best father for a long time...

While he is retired now, Retaliator use to do work based around energy stuff.

Since he's family's back together, he likes to host game or movie nights, or even little dinners and get togethers.

He adores his grandsons, and loves to share stories from his past to them, and he's one of the few people they calm down around.

He will admit that he did...go a bit wild when he thought Azmuth died, fighting Ben in the Galvanic Mechamorph suit, but him and Ben have since made up, and the old galvan likes talking to the young lad often.

He has most defiantly embarrassed both of his kids by showing off baby photos of them.

He met his wife through work, like most galvans, with her being a much higher up worker. Surprisingly, despite their statuses, it was his wife who asked him out first, having found him very charming.

Retaliator can never thank Ben enough for convincing his son to come home, and despite their bickering, he enjoys seeing Azmuth's bond with Ben, as the two have a way of balancing each other out.

While he may be in a younger body, his mind is certainly still that of an old galvan, and can often act like his body is older than it really is due to the mental age of his brain.

-Azmuth-

Ahhhh, dear old Azmuth, how I love your character concept, and yet get so frustrated with your actual canon self...There is a lot I have changed in terms of his placement and behavior on the show, and while I can't note all of them down there, the major theme behind them is that he is not a complete jerk in them. Don't get me wrong, Azmuth would still have flaws and issues with his off-standing nature, but he would act in a way that feels more natural, showing his growth and change while mentoring Ben. He genuinely wants to help and is a good person, it's just...he still has a lot to work through. In terms of his slight redesign, I'll like to mention that if you look closely, his outfit is a mixture of his first original outside, crossed with his UAF outfit.

I did mention that I couldn't note all changes of him in series plots, since most boil down to be him being nicer and more realistic, but I will note one change because it's big enough to mention. For the Diagon/Forever Knight Arc, Azmuth did not create Ascalon, because I while I get he's smart and created things like the Omnitrix, I don't think he should be such a big source of dangerous artifacts in the series so often, especially ones that cause trouble. So instead, Ascalon was a weapon crafted in Ledgerdomain, to help fight Diagon who orientated there, and at the time had been trying to conquer earth, and Zenith leaving Azmuth happened because of miscommunication and issues between them instead.

That being said, Azmuth does get involved in the Ultimate Alien Diagon arc when Ben himself calls Azmuth over, needing his help knowing he can better understand Ascalon, and eventually entrusted Azmuth and the Galvans to keep it and the trapped Diagon safe.

Azmuth and his sister had a very rebellious phase as teenagers/young adults, this being the age that Azmuth said he was a lot like Ben, though admittedly, Azmuth was slightly more of an ass than Ben ever was. They were going through a tough time, and Azmuth reacted negatively too it all. Funnily enough, the one thing that seems to make him doo a 180 degrees in personality was his massive swooning crush over Zenith.

He won't ever admit out loud, but he does find Ben's trait of nicknaming his aliens kind of funny...

He shares a mentoring role towards Ben with Grandpa Max and Tetrax, with Max handling the more emotional and human side of Ben's problems, Tetrax handling the physical training and teachings, and Azmuth handling the more logical steps and hard truth Ben needs to hear. He's one of the few people to give Ben the smack of reality he needs from time to time.

That being said, Ben is also one of the few people able to handle Azmuth right back, and give him needed talkings to when the man is losing himself to a bad habit.

Mostly due to the fact that Tennysons seem to have a habit of making people very close to them like family, E.g with Ben seeing Kevin and Rook like brother figures at times, there seems to be subtle hints between Azmuth and Ben that there might be parent and child like moments between them, though both would deny it if brought up.

It doesn't help that Azmuth ends up taking it upon himself on making sure Ben is healthy and happy, based on scans from the Omnitrix he reads daily. Of course, he'll just say he doesn't want the boy he entrusted his watch with to die in a stupid way, but people close to either of them know that Azmuth really does care deep down.

He has said both "I'm too old for this" and "I'm too young for this" many times.

Azmuth has admitted that he's nervous around the Omnitrix, and doesn't like putting it on. He's not good at handling the idea of becoming something he's not...

The Malware arc for Azmuth was...a lot more complicated than canon. Azmuth really did try to fix Malware, but for some reason he couldn't, and it scared him that one, this might be the first problem he can't find a solution too, and second, he just came back from hiding and had been wanting to make changes in his life, so to fail and hurt someone already? He didn't know what to think. It didn't help when Malware started refusing his help and ended up endangering the lives of others, including galvans and Azmuth's own family. And despite it all, Azmuth kept trying over and over again to let him help Malware, but the villain always refused, until Azmuth eventually had to accept that he couldn't do anything. When Malware was finally killed, Azmuth went quiet for a good while, and needed time to recover from his mistake.

Due to some past issues, Azmuth mostly refers to his father by his real name, and only calls him dad or father during emotional or quiet moments.

Whenever they're hanging out, Ben likes to bring him and Azmuth cricket smoothies to drink together.

Despite how they seem to bicker often, Myaxx and him play off each other rather well, able to dry wit each other every day.

Azmuth and Albedo's relationship is also very complicated. Before Azmuth returned, Albedo was an outstanding Galvan and protégé, being praised every single day. This, unfortunately, made Albedo develop a prideful nature and his close minded views on the galaxy, as he rarely was ever put down or critiqued. His ego also got a bit of a boost when the great Azmuth took notice of him, and made him his assistant, and while he loved it at first, some issues started to arise when Azmuth wasn't like the other Galvans who praised Albedo to no end. That isn't to say Azmuth never complimented him and liked his work, but he was an honest man who knew no one was perfect, and especially wasn't going to worship someone, knowing what kind of ego that could make in someone. It doesn't help that Albedo just can't understand what Azmuth sees in Ben, and how the two bond, despite Ben's young careless nature, and being human. It ends up making Albedo want a lot more from Azmuth, the man he looks up too, and when he's denied that he eventually turns his back on the First Thinker. Azmuth can only hope that being able to turn into other aliens, and being stuck as human, will teach Albedo that Galvans, including himself, aren't what make the galaxy function.

Azmuth is typically one of the must unfazed people you'll ever meet.

Given most Galvans have an issue of seeing themselves as the top race, Azmuth is kind of fond of Blukic and Driba for being very open and helpful to outsiders, and was even the one to suggest them to join the Plumbers.

Zenith and Azmuth too meet up again eventually, and while they don't get back together, they do make amends.

Azmuth was fairly small for a Galvan for a long time, until he finally hit his growth spurt late into his teen years, something his sister use to tease him over.

Greymatter's DNA mostly comes from Azmuth, meaning Ben actually looks like a Azmuth when he was young, his family having made comments about Ben being his "Clone".

-Divi-

Here we have the twin sister of Azmuth, Divi. A dry wit, no nonsense, sarcastic and feisty single mother of her three chaotic sons. Unlike Azmuth's father and nephews, she was something I had to completely make up from the spot, since Azmuth was said to have nephews, that meant he had to have a sibling, so it was fun to create someone with an interesting dynamic with Azmuth. She is, after all, one of the few people to exhibit some of those petty family squabbles out of him. So I hope you enjoy her and her sons.

As mentioned before, Azmuth and her went through rebellious phases after some downfall in their family life, with Divi jumping around jobs and never settling for one, and even dating another Galvan that neither Azmuth or Retaliator approved off. When Azmuth first left Galvan Prime to go into hiding, Divi and her boyfriend had still been dating. However, when he finally came home, he found the boyfriend to be gone, and Divi now a single mother to three sons. Azmuth never got a clear story what happened to the boyfriend, but he knows that the break up was nasty, and that the boyfriend isn't on Galvan Prime anymore.

Sometime after Divi had her children, she eventually settled for a job in the nursery/incubation centre on Galvan Prime, looking after eggs and newly hatched tadpoles before they go home with their parents.

Divi is quite a blunt and honest woman, who has no time for dragging things on, and while she may sound harsh, she ends up just wanting the best for people. In fact her open nature of speech is how she gets people to listen and see reason.

Her and Azmuth had a...bit of a dysfunctional relationship growing up. Azmuth was actually a slow learning when he was young, and Divi had a habit of picking on him. They did eventually mallow out, until tragedy struck their family and they entered their rebel phases, and the bickering and arguing come from both sides. They have made up since Azmuth returned, but the two have their squabbles here and there, but they're mostly just playful banter or family habits.

Her and Myaxx get along quite well, and the two like hanging out with each other.

She's also fond of Ben since meeting him, and the two like chatting whenever he plays with her sons, he's even babysat for her a few times.

She has no interest in dating again anytime soon, and is proud to be a single mother.

She's the one who points out Azmuth and Ben's family like roles to each other often, mostly due to the fact that she understands what a paternal feeling is like, and because she's blunt about it.

She got her wisdom feet first out of her and Azmuth growing up.

While Azmuth was off in hiding, Divi reconnected with his father when looking after to him after surgery. So, unlike Azmuth, she mostly just calls him father and dad.

-Trapez, Cieven & Aegls-

The three mischievous nephews, sons and grandsons of the family. Left to right, Trapez, Cieven & Aegls, who are the triplets of Divi. The three are like glue, and are often playing or up to little tricks, creating chaos around Galvan Prime. While they mostly look the same and are all tricksters, they do have personality differences. Trapez is the best when it comes to emotions and the phycology behind it, something most Galvans struggle with, and can come across as the kindest of the three. Cieven has a lot of traits from Divi and Azmuth, being fairly intelligent and wanting to be a lot like his uncle someday, though does have some of their sarcastic nature as well. Aegls is the most energetic of the three, hype up often and quick with crafting and thinking of ideas. When you combine all three together, you get a force of endless chaos.

Their mother has been honest to them about who their father is, and why he isn't around, but the three have grown up fine without him, and will forever be grateful for the work their mother put into caring for them.

They were born while Azmuth was away, and so have been building up hype about their missing uncle for most of their lives, enough so that when Azmuth did come back, they all tackled hugged him while he was still understanding the idea that he was now in fact an uncle.

They love Ben and the Omnitrix, roping Ben into some of their pranks and shenanigans, and while Ben mostly tries to stare them into the right direction, he can't help himself half the time and joins in on the chaos, much to Azmuth and Divi's dismay.

They do become a part of my Ben 10 Next Gen Series, given Galvans take forever to age, and will finally be young tweens when the Next Gen takes place.

The three each have different dream jobs for the future. Trapez wants to be a psychiatrist or doctor, Cieven wants to be an inventor, and Aegls was to deal with energy based matters like his grandfather once did.

Never give these kids sugar or coffee, it will end badly.

The three...had a bad encounter with Malware during his rampage, and for a while were scared around Galvanic Mechamorphs...They get over it eventually, but Malware does haunt them for a long while.

They once picked up some colourful language from Azmuth and Myaxx when overhearing them once. You can imagine how Divi took that.

-The First Thinker Family-

The traumatic event that struck the family was in fact the death of Azmuth and Divi's mother, who was killed by someone who was after Galvan Tech. The family fell apart after that, with Retaliator falling into a deep depression and being distant from his kids, and Azmuth and Divi going wild in their teen/young adult years to distract themselves from the grief. They've all come together now and have been taking the proper sets to honor her memory, and become a family again.

While no one has outright said it, Ben has kind of become part of this little family in a few ways, and after a while Azmuth stops being survived when the boy shows up for family dinners or game nights.

They all live on Galvan Prime, though Retaliator is known to take trips here and there around the galaxy, wanting to see more of it during his retirement.

On the outside, many Galvans treat the family as there wise people, who have sage advice. And while that isn't wrong, once you get to know them they're a very chaotic family...

#Hope you enjoy what I've done with Azmuth's character and his family #I just really want to get across how I think he should have gone #Ben 10 #ben 10 omniverse #ben 10 ultimate alien #ben 10 alien force #Azmuth #Ben 10 Azmuth #Ben 10 OCs #Ben 10 Destroy All Aliens #My art #Ben 10 Rewrite #ben 10 redesign

[bunny-xoxo]

Big Brain Bitches Playlist ❣️

For the lovely @nataliahaslosthershit , thank you for always being so kind and being patient!!!

disclaimers: this is a fem!reader since it is a request, so if there’s any instances where those pronouns or the fact it’s a fem reader is alluded to that’s why!

warnings: Tsukishima, that’s the warning

gif not mine, credit to owner

a/n: thank you for being so patient sweetie!! I really hope you like this and I did my best with the playlist to include a little bit of everything you like!!!

Relationship Headcannons

As much as Tsukishima would lowkey HATE the way you always wanna make friends (not really he just likes being a shithead) he also just finds it so cute??? Like he’s like 🙄✋🏼 must you talk to everyone?? But is also like :) shes so friendly and tries so hard to be nice :) how did I find someone like her :) but he keeps that on the lowkey a bit and GOD LET ANYONE BE RUDE TO YOU WHEN HE SEES YOU AS AN ABSOLUTE ANGEL‼️‼️‼️

Tsukishima is also focused on his studies and would appreciate you being focused as well, he would hate to see you over stressed from the importance your parents put on it, and he’d always be doing/saying things to get you to relax as best as he could

“You’ve gone over this 5 times, do you really think you’re that stupid that you have to go over it again?”

“We should take a break, let’s go take a walk to the corner store and find some good snacks. Studying is always more effective if you take breaks like that anyway.”

It is, but he’s more concerned with removing those frown lines from your forehead and warming your hand up with his

Sidenote - definitely the type to blow on your hands while their held in his to warm them up

ANYWAYS

Regardless, it’d become a habit for you two to always do your studying together since he wants to be sure you’re not overworking yourself.

STUDY DATES‼️‼️

Idk I can just see him always bringing a second bottle of water with him just in case you need it ??LMAO like y’all would be studying and you’d be like

“I’m a little thirsty, I’m gonna get-“

“🤨”

boom bottle of water on the table for you

PLS he won’t give it to you until you mention you’re thirsty tho, unless he feels like he hasn’t seen you drink enough water

I don’t see him as a big talker while he studies with you unless you’re helping each other out, he just kind of likes your presence while you guys are studying cause it feels like bonding and he just likes spending time with you :)

A bit off topic of study dates but you can’t tell me his love language ISNT quality time and he would never admit it but he’s definitely clingy lowkey LMAO

like he just wants to spend his free time with you even if it’s just being in the same room together but doing different things?? He thinks being able to be your own person while still enjoying each other is important in a relationship

So of course he’ll sit in a room with you and eavesdrop read a book while you gossip with your friends over the phone and then listen to you rant about it after

just like how he appreciates when you ask about his day while you cook dinner together and ask him all kinds of follow up questions, cause you actually care and want to know!!

Ok but ANYWAY back to study dates:

So like I was saying, not a big talker, but I feel like complete silence would freak him out?? This mf always got his headphones so one of you has got to be playing music while you’re studying, but do you know what this means?

This means that a song has definitely come on that he likes and he totally was humming or even quietly singing along to himself, not really thinking about the fact you were there and can definitely hear him, and as soon as he realizes he would just look at you and shut up SO fast LMAO

Like he’d just get wide eyed and breath in and stop singing and just kind of look up at you AND HIS EARS WOULD BE SO RED (he’s an ear blusher for sure) and he’d do that WHITE BOY SMILE THING WHERE HE HAS DEAD EYES AND HIS MOUTHS A THIN LINE but he’d look so shy and embarrassed plssss and he’d just look back down to his textbook and try not to think about it

And you’d just giggle and he could only groan and be like “let’s move on 😐” BUT YOURE DEFINITELY NOT FORGETTING THAT

But study dates?? Yeah they’re important to you two

Tsukishima would also be constantly making sure you’re taking care of yourself outside of studying, like making sure you’re needs are taken care of since you have a tendency to over look them in the favor of others (which I feel like would really drive him crazy cause you’re his baby!!! He can’t stand that thought !!!)

Like if he saw you offer a friend your last snack knowing you hadn’t eaten enough today he’s slapping a snack in your possession so fast like 😐 eat this, now.

ITS A LITTLE AGGRESSIVE IN THE CALMEST WAY but it’s just cause you’re important to him

The bullying??? Yes he’d love that cause he’s just like 😳‼️ you keep up with him and he’d just love the back and forth between you two so much

Queue the eye rolls and lopsided smirk while he’s grabbing your hand and kissing it telling you to shut up

Regarding your stims - he’d definitely take notice and probably do things like always holding your hand to make sure you aren’t hurting yourself too bad!

I know people have mentioned him not being that big on PDA but I feel like he’d take a neutral stance on it, like holding your hand is so innocent and if it helps you not pinch your wrists or picking at your nails of course he’s gonna do it!! It’s his way of showing you he notices and cares 🖤

Regarding your self confidence, he’d definitely still bully you cause cmon 🙄 this is your guys love language and he knows you know it’s harmless, and the last thing he’d want to do is make you feel like he’s coddling you and suffocating you by not being silly with you the way he normally would

HOWEVER

If anyone else clowns on you whew please it is over for them

Like let’s say you meet the boys and you and hinata are clowning on each other?? Tsuki is NOT playing games LMAO like he’d definitely be like

😐😐 hinata I KNOW you’re not talking and you’d have to remind him in private that it’s ok he doesn’t care he will bully hinata any chance he gets

Okok real talk Tsukishima would think it’s so fucking cool you know how to speak more than one language!!! Not the type to necessarily be like let me hear it 🤠 but if you do speak another language around him he’s always like 🙂 wow, that was pretty cool

Ok also?? Both of you being introverts?? Tsuki is happy to the MAX

Like he just gets to come home to you and detox in his little home and sit with you on the couch and talk about your days and watch whatever you’re feeling and it’s just so recharging for him and he’s so grateful you’re perfectly ok with that :)

And finally, tell me he wouldn’t bully you for your height but also find it so so adorable 🙄‼️

Ahhhh!! Ok here is the acclaimed playlist I made for you!! I hope you enjoy it❣️

Ok I did my best to include your variety of music tastes in here!! But if there’s anything you’d like me to change please feel free to let me know and I will!!

Ahhhh I hope you like it, enjoy my descriptions below!

1. The Most Beautiful Thing - Bruno Major: ok so yes we’re starting this off with a dash of Tsuki angst, as much as I know he’d deny it he yearns for love. Like the idea of someone being so important they get his attention and devotion and they love him the same is sooo comforting to him! And sometimes he would daydream about it like :) I wonder when I’m gonna meet them, I wonder how, I can’t wait - but the way he would he embarrassed if anyone knew this - and when he DOES meet you it is not what he expected LMAO

2. 80’s makeout session - dacelynn:  OK SO HE MEETS YOU and is just like 👁👄👁 and it’s everything he dreamed of, if he was feeling irrational he might’ve even believed it was love at first sight but there’s one problem, the way Tsuki is be lowkey mad he wants your attention LMAO. Like you would meet and he would just look into your eyes and he feels his heart stop; and you’re so nice when you’re introducing yourself to him and your voice is so sweet and he can’t stop thinking about the way your curly hair is framing your face and he just oop 🤒 he got the love bug bad AND HED BE SO MAD cause like, he tries to only do things for himself! And that’s exactly why love was a daydream cause UGH HOW PATHETIC IS HE. He never tries impress anyone else cause he’s his biggest critic anyway, but suddenly he wants to be noticed by you and impress you and the way that would just irk him, but he cant help it 🤷‍♂️ sorry bout it Tsuki

3. IFHY (feat. Pharrell) - Tyler, The Creator: more on Tsuki being mad he likes you LMAO - I think what would push him to get over himself and how it’s kind of scary for him how much he likes you would be imagining what could happen if he DOESNT grow up and just let you know. The thought of you with somebody else? Yeah he don’t like that one bit and that’s when he knows he better suck it up and accept he’s got it for you hard

4. Make Me Your Queen - Declan McKenna: OK CALLING TSUKI SIMPS OUT- you’d want him so bad but he’s so bad at showing his interest!! So on your end it’d be soooo much pining and patience and a little bit desperate like PLS I jus wanna be your s/o man 😕 but don’t worry he likes you just as much, he’s just awful at showing that at first LMAO

5. Kiss Like A Woman - Mona: ok but once Tsuki accepts he’s got it bad, I don’t see him as someone who wastes time at. All. Like he’s like ok well she’s fucking great obviously if I like her cause I have great taste so it’s only a matter of time before someone else tries to get her attention, so I gotta act fast. However, he’s clueless so he’d think he’s being obvious but he’s not. Like he starts his habit of bringing you snacks and water on your study dates before they’re actually dates and you have no idea he likes you. And he thinks he’s being smooth like, how could you not know he likes you? But it’d be the end of your study session and you’re about to leave and he’s been wondering why it seems like maybe you’re not interested? He can’t tell so he’d just be like, “do you like me, too? Or am I making you uncomfortable? I’ve been waiting for you to let me know how you feel but you really haven’t said anything, so.” AND YOUD JUST BE LOOKING AT HIM LIKE 😳🧍🏻‍♀️ and you’re blushing hard so he’s like ok obviously she likes me? And he would kind of tilt his head in your direction and raise his eyebrows waiting for you to answer, cause he still wants to be sure. And you’d hold your books tighter to your chest and nod so fast. He’d walk over to you and kiss you on your cheek and be all, “see you tomorrow, idiot.” And walk off like a bad bitch, cause that was pretty smooth, but once his back is to you and his headphones are on while he’s walking away BOY IS BLUSHING HARDDDD CAUSE HE’S LIKE did I really just do that oh shit 🥴

6. A Sunday Kind Of Love - Etta James: when I mentioned Tsuki liked to think about love this is exactly what I mean. He just wants something so relaxed and devoted and when he gets that with you? WHEW he is not letting that go!!

7. Black Dog - Arlo Parks: ok so this song itself is more intense than for what I’m writing for it and what it inspired me BUT this is really how Tsuki feels when he sees you overworking yourself. He can’t stand to see you stress so much over something, especially if it’s school, and then see you push your own limits in the favor of others. It’d definitely be a day where you come to his house to study but when you guys get there instead of pulling out the stuff from his bag he just sets it down and walks over to you and pulls you into his chest. After holding you for a while, he pulls back and makes you look up at him with his hands on your cheeks and leans down to kiss your forehead. “Are you ok?” It’s such a simple question but it really hits home and it’s one of the first times you guys simultaneously realize how much you care for each other. And you’d just hug him tighter and he decides nap time holds a little priority over studying right now.

8. come out and play - Billie Eilish: as smooth as Tsukishima can be or as clueless as he is, he’s also a shy lover for sure. It will take him a while to be genuinely soft and let his walls down and be vulnerable and tell you how much he cares about you, he try’s to show it as best as he can cause it can be easier than looking into your pretty eyes that make him all nervous and choke on his words while he tries to tell you he loves you. So it’ll take some coaxing and you being patient, but he’ll get there eventually and become more confident with his declarations of love.

9. Pleaser - Wallows: more on Tsuki being shy LMAO he wants to tell you he loves you SO BAD but he just cannot make himself do it

10. I’m Glad There Is You - Julie London: ok you mentioned slow dancing in the kitchen type songs? Stop it this is the one - to me this is the introvert love anthem , perfect for you two right? Like you’d be playing music in the kitchen while you two are cooking and this song would come on and normally he’s not a person who shows his affection much but this song would just get to him? Like he almost wants to cry??? He just looks at you, and maybe you’re humming a little, he really can’t tell but he doesn’t care cause you’re just so bright and gorgeous and the more he hears the song, the more his heart is starting to swell thinking of you. And so he wouldn’t be able to help himself. He’d just come up behind you and lean down so his head his resting on top of yours and his arms are wrapped around you. He leans down a little farther and presses a soft but long kiss to your cheek and just whispers how he loves you and hugs you tight one more time before going back to his part of cooking dinner; as if that wasn’t the first time he was finally able to tell you that.

11. Linger In My Arms A Little Longer Baby - Peggy Lee: kitchen dancing music kitchen dancing music kitchen dancing music !! I feel like once Tsuki dances with you ONCE he’d be addicted 😶 like you just look so happy and it hits him in his gut in the best way and he’d kill to feel like that with you again 🖤

12. Sweet Creature - Harry Styles: stop I fucking love Harry styles when I say Tsuki sees you as his home I MEAN it, it doesn’t matter what happens between you two. Sure, like any couple you guys argue and it can be rough sometimes, problems can arise it’s natural. But Tsukishima would never be the type to say something he doesn’t mean or do anything to ruin the relationship, you’re his person and no matter how much you two argue he’d always be sure you know he loves you and you’re the most important thing to him, and you’re very aware of that.

13. I Think I Like It When It Rains - Willis: ok a little bit of angst! In those difficult moments, sure sometimes Tsuki does wish it was like how it was a while ago when the pining and awkwardness was still there and you would go home after studying and you’d both still be giddy and trying to calm yourselves down. Cause the pining and awkward feelings were easy to solve, but these problems are harder, they’re the ones you solve for the long haul. But once he takes a breather he knows this is so much more important and worth it, and he’s reminded of how much he really loves you.

14. I CHOOSE YOU - Adam Melchor: you really would be living in Tsukis mind rent free LMAO and while he was all grumpy at first at the fact he even wanted your attention he’s so happy now it’s so cute pls. He goes to the store and sees something you like?? Yeah he’s buying it. Hears a song you might like? He adds it to the playlist you guys share (yes you would have one from when you would study together all the time and you’ve just kept it and he always add songs to it still for you) all in all, you take up his mind 25/8 now and he’s accepted it with a smile on his face

15. this is how you fall in love - Jeremy Zucker, Chelsea Cutler: introvert love anthem #2, this is literally so cheesy and I hope it fits your taste but anyways!! Falling in love is just so easy for you guys, it’s the easiest thing Tsuki’s ever done, and he holds a lot of pride to that statement.

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that’s it!!! That’s the thing!! Gosh I really hope you like it !! Thank you for being so patient and kind to me again, and don’t forget to message me if you need a change

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[khaleesiofalicante]

in holt's voice: Pain. That's it.

Today hasn't been the best but HEY I HAD THESE PRECIOUS BABIES TO KEEP MY COMPANY

He looked exhausted like he hadn’t slept at all.

alec...

I'm already sad and ready to murder

the baby...

David had never lost someone he loved.

this is fucking foreshadowing isn't it

But real strength was not in surviving the presence of pain. Real strength was in suviving the absence of love.

despite the chaos I'm glad to see these two interacting

The Consul leaned back in his chair and ran his hand through his beard. David had to admit, he looked damn good with it. Even if it made him seem even more intimidating than before.

yes boy YES

it's really hard not to smile right now but my camera is on and im supposed to be finding meanings of foreign words based on my own knowledge so-

JACKSON

“Max is too old for me to tell him what he is and isn’t allowed to do,” the Consul said – although he didn’t sound very happy about it.

MY TEACHER ASKED ME THE FIRST QUESTION IM LOSING MY SHIT

It’s going to be okay. It’s going to be okay. It’s going to be okay.

let's hope so

Facts and figures, babe, Max had kissed his cheek last night. Dad likes facts and figures.

deep breathes

it'll be ok

“You’ve done your research,” the Consul nodded. There was a hint of approval in his voice that made David want to do a cartwheel.

AWWWW

“I’d like to take care of the New York institute,” David said now. “Because Jace Herondale and Clary Fairchild took care of me.”

And for the first time that evening, the Consul smiled. David wanted to burst into song.

AHHHH

this is beautiful

David couldn’t help but find that endearing. He wondered what it felt like to be loved like that. He wondered what it felt like to have a father like that – a father who couldn't stop loving his child even for a moment.

A love that was endless and tireless.

Every time he was in the presence of the Lightwood-Bane family he was reminded of what he had lost and what every child deserved.

It made him sad.

But then he would remember. He would remember that Max had grown up knowing nothing but this. Max had grown up with nothing but love.

It made him happy.

alright come here let me hug you

UHUHSCUICDUH "Why do you not like me"

“I know I worry too much about Max,” the Consul said, his smile sad now. “But I can only worry now. I won’t always be there to worry over him.”

it's 9 am boy

THESE TWO REALLY BE ASKING THE TRUE QUESTIONS

"Why are you scared of me" HSUHYUKDUMKDS WELL YOU SEE-

all we can really do is replace the bad memories with happier ones...

“No,” the Consul said, and David’s heart almost stopped. “I mean, of course I care. But I don’t have to be hard on you to show you that I do. There are many ways to show people we care about them without hurting them.”

David thought of his father then. He remembered the way his father had drawn the agony rune on his wrist and promised him it was because he loved David and wanted him to be strong. The memory hurt.

Jace and Clary bestest

“I’m sorry for whatever I did to intimidate you,” the Consul apologized.

that is so alec oh my god 😭

David looked him in the eye. “You’re Alec Lightwood.”

The man looked confused. “Is that supposed to mean something?

I'm smiling so much right now because yeah

yeah I get what he's saying

David hadn’t known that boys were allowed to kiss other boys – not until he heard about Alec Lightwood’s Accords Hall kiss.

David hadn’t known fairy tales existed outside of books - not until he heard about Alec Lightwood adopting a warlock baby with Magnus Bane.

David hadn’t known love can literally change the world – not until he heard about Alec Lightwood changing the world for the man he loved.

don't make me cry during linguistics

“Well,” the Consul chuckled. “To be entirely honest, I did all of that for Magnus.”

as he should

“Everything I have ever done has always been for Magnus,” the Consul said, his voice oddly soft.

we're talking about some wall in class and im here trying not to cry

my teacher just asked why some of us have our cameras off WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO SAY

“I don’t want to be a hero,” David confessed honestly. “I just thought if I ran away to a city full of heroes, they would protect me if someone tried to hurt me again.”

“What’s that?” the Consul frowned, pointing at his neck.

By the angel! David was going to have words with Max when he saw him again.

“Uh,” David said. “Mosquito bite.”

AHHHHHHHH MOSQUITO BITE

“Do you remember when Izzy got attacked by a demon in Edom?”

“And you drank my blood,” the Consul rolled his eyes.

“Aw,” the Dean of the Academy chuckled. “You do remember.”

poor David is stuck between them talking like this IM SCREAMING

He remembered the way Consul had blamed himself when Max had found the spoils room at the York Institute. The way he had believed he should have done better when his eldest son had been traumatized by foul rumours of the Clave.

oh honey no

There were people who got mad at themselves when things went wrong.

There were people who got mad at everyone around them when things went wrong.

While Alec Lightwood was the former, his son and David’s boyfriend, was definitely the latter.

I'm definitely both

“It wasn’t your fault,” David spoke up then. “When bad things happen to people, it’s because of the people who did those bad things. We shouldn’t atone for someone else’s sins.”

“Yeah. Stop atoning, dude,” the Dean said chuckled. “Listen to the boy.”

YES EVERYONE LISTEN TO DAVID

“And be careful,” the Consul said, his tone a little different now.

“I will keep an eye on-”

“No,” the Consul said and pointed at the hickey on David’s neck. “With Max. Be careful.”

David was pretty sure his face on fire.

OH MY GOD

IM SHAKING

“Um, we have the internet,” David pointed out.

The Consul blinked. “Right. Of course. The internet.”

yes

ao3 and Wattpad

KIDS DON'T GO ON THESE WEBSITES AT 11 JUST DO NOT

“If he gives you a hard time, don’t give up,” the man whispered like it was a secret. “You just need to weasel your way into his life.”

David chuckled. “Is that what you did?”

yup

“Yeah, and then he had the audacity to get accidentally get drunk and confess his love in the middle of the night.”

AWW SHE'S TELLING GIGI ABOUT THEIR PAST

“I did have a latte,” her mother said with a straight face.

Georgia didn’t find that funny.

I almost said "BECAUSE IT'S NOT FUNNY" before I realized that is exactly what I would've said

She knew her mother, like so many other people in her life, preferred to use humour to cope with the pain. They preferred to hide their pain away from other people.

Georgia never understood why people did that. Did they think others didn’t know what pain felt like? Everyone was in pain all the time – some kind of it at least. Everyone knew how to cope with it. So, it made more sense to share it than to carry it all by yourself.

i...I never look at it that way

Apparently, hand holding had special healing abilities at times like this.

yeah it really does

Georgia had hoped to find out herself. She had wondered so much about the baby.

tears. literal tears

It didn’t matter that Georgia had wanted to name the baby Abigail after the first iron sister. It didn’t matter that her father wanted to name the baby Jonathan to piss off Uncle Jace.

Abigail Jonathan Lightwood-Lovelace

FUCK OFF AND LET ME CRY IN PEACE

People said that poison was a coward’s weapon. But Georgia didn’t think so. It wasn’t easy to make poison. It wasn’t easy sneak it into the right place at the right time.

Whoever did this, they were not cowards. They were smart and they should be feared.

yeah, what did happen during the trial?

uh is Selena ok?

like genuinely

is she just a very heavy sleeper or...

MARYSE

Because sometimes the only comfort you needed was your mom.

yeah...

Except for random parts of the house that were incredibly organized – a sign Uncle Jace had been there

Yup.

“I’m staying in New York, mom. I’m going to help Selena and the centurions find out who did this to me,” her mother said, her words a promise. “And once I do, I’m going to strangle them with my whip.”

Yes you will

Anjali and Rafe

please be ok. please

HOW ABOUT WE DO A TRADE

ZARA'S LIFE FOR ANJALI'S 😄

ok I know that's not how it works but IM DESPERATE

her bedroom seems amazing though

Rafael gave so much shit to his dad because the other man had the habit of watching his husband sleep.

But now he sort of understood the fascination.

AWWWWW

“You do ballet?” he asked, holding up the ballet shoes.

slightly reminds me of rosa

OK WHO AM I KIDDING SHE TOTALLY DOES

the red binder

it's fucking genius

David can keep his flowers and cookies and scarves.

This, what he held in his hands right now, was the best thing anyone could ever give him. A file full of reforms to make the clave better.

IM SCREAMING

“You think I want to die and leave the Council in your cishet hands?”

YES BESTIE

“I don’t care what the Clave needs,” Rafael snapped, and Anjali momentarily looked taken aback. “I need you.”

he needs her

FUCK IT TIME TO CRY

“Bulgaria is known as the land of roses,” Rafael told her. “The Sofia Institute is built in the middle of a rose garden.”

“Oh,” Anjali’s eyes momentarily softened. “I like roses.”

you know that tiktok trend? the one which goes "listen it's a good joke it's a great joke even but i need you to stop" or smth like that?

yeah

His hand was itching to reach out and hold hers. So, he did just that. He reached out – very carefully – and took her hand in his own.

“I need you to get better, Anjali,” he whispered. “Cause I would very much like to take you there.”

HAND HOLDING

no she's not becoming a vampire

The part that was the shadowhunter – which told him she didn’t deserve to die over some angelic mishap.

The part that was the future Consul – which told him he needed Anjali on his side.

The part that was a Lightwood-Bane – which told him he should never give up fighting.

And then there was the part that was Rafael – just Rafael.

It told him he had to save his heart – no matter the consequences.

we're talking about some powerplant in geography and I'm crying over this

Anjali please please don't die

“Not everything,” Rafael told her. “I know someone who can help.”

WHO

GIVE ME A NAME

“Well, now we don’t know that for sure!” Max grinned. “Who knows what they get up to? Maybe there is someone occasional boning in the bone city.”

“How does manage to get more insufferable every time I meet him?” Jackson demanded.

i...never looked at it that way

OH JACKSON IS BECOMING A SILENT BROTHER

Max grinned widely at the other boy. “You wanna be my immortal buddy, Jack-Jack?”

OOP-

“The boys are back” he yelled, hugging David and Jackson. “Ty, our boys are back! Yas! The London Boys are back!”

THE LONDON BOYS

“Okay it’s a little disrespectful when you call her by the same name you call me,” Max pointed out.

“True,” Jackson nodded. “Irene shouldn’t be disrespected like that.”

YUYZXYSCGYZCGYUCUIZCVUH SCREAMING

"It’s hard being a celeb,” Max sighed dramatically.

“He is referring to the chaos you unleashed the last time you went there,” Jackson rolled his eyes. “People still remember you.”

“I’m memorable. It’s not my fault,” Max shrugged.

Max no more gambling bestie

“If the assassination attempt on Magnus had been successful, we wouldn’t be sitting and talking like this,” Kit pointed out. “The nephilim and downworlders would be at war.”

As they should. No one hurts Magnus

“So the target isn’t just Magnus Bane?” Jackson asked.

“Possibly,” Ty nodded. “The Consul and his husband…They are the ones who united the shadow world – with the Alliance. With their marriage. So, it’s not surprising that someone – seelie or not – wants to break it all down.”

with every line, I get closer to a breakdown

“There are people all around me to protect me from demons and crazy assassins,” Max smiled. “But you…You protect me from myself. So, don’t give me that I’m not good at protecting bullshit.”

so precious...

“Now let’s go find out which dumbass thought it would be a good idea to try and kill Magnus Fucking Bane.”

i have a few torture methods in mind

If shadowhunters couldn’t fight demons, it would put both downworlders and mundanes in danger. His father’s Clave – small as it was – did their best to keep the demons at bay. They were the only thing keeping the shadow world safe from demons.

Ikr?? Like David said earlier Alec's clave is literally the one doing the actual shadowhunting.

“Jackson is incredibly smart and perceptive. He knows what is good for him, David. He chose you to be his best friend. He has accepted that his family is gone for good and is finally focusing on his future. If this is what he wants to do and if this is who he wants to be, then you should trust that he has thought this through. He wouldn’t have chosen this life if he thought he wouldn’t be happy with it.”

TRUE

ALRIGHT WHO TF IS BEHIND ALL THIS

i just want to talk 🙂

“Great,” Max said, feeling frustrated. “So, someone created a fancy new poison just to kill my parents.”

“They did say something else,” Kit said, his tone worried. “The poison…It’s not entirely made of demonic properties.”

“Oh?” David said.

“It’s a mixture of angelic and demon properties,” Ty Blackthorn said. “And we know that-”

“Seelies,” Max whispered. “They have both angel and demon blood.”

Is anyone else scared?

GASP

WHAT IF

It's an angel and prince of hell working together?

ok that seems highly unlikely

“I don’t think you have a choice, bud,” Kit giggled. “Mina will have your head if you don’t get married. She has been working on a Pinterest board for years now.”

KIT

KIT

WHAT THE FUCK

OH MY GOD KIT

NO NO NO

HE CAN'T BE DEAD

NO FUCK NO

I'm absolutely loving all this angst so much. You said chapter 9 was the most angsty and frankly I can't wait :p

now...IF KIT AND ANJALI DIE I WILL BE VERY VERY SAD but the angst potential with Anjali though...NOPE NOPE NOPE. MY GIRL'S GONNA BE INQUISITOR I KNOW SHE WILL.

AHHHHHH THIS CHAPTER WAS A LOT LMAO.

I love how you are complaining but also thirsting for angst yall crazy.

I hope you are taking care of yourself and working on your entry for the competition!!!!!

Also the "we're talking about some wall in class" killed me lmao I laughed so hard fdhvjd.

#lbaf