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junipers-archive · 1 year

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Hiii, love your work. I'm asking if maybe there could be a Part 2 or something about this: https://www.tumblr.com/junipers-archive/715380966834782208/spencer-reid-x-baureader-pining-over-each-other?source=share

Maybe they confess and start secretly dating? I don't know just would really like to see more of it bc its really cute.

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❥ heyy thank you sm!! And yes ofc ofc❥ (It's not necessary to read part 1 but it adds to the story if you do!!)

❥ You and Spencer have been pining over each other for ages, everyone at the bau sees it and you finally get the nerve to bring it up!! Results in confession and hints towards secret dating :)

It had only been week since the last case, when your co-workers not-so-subtly hinted towards Spencer returning your feelings. And despite yourself you couldn't get it out of your head. As of right now you were seated next to him in one of the black SUVs, picking your nails nervously and attempting to avoid eye contact.

You tried to look at your phone, but then it'd look like you were careless, then out the window but then you might look sad, and in the end you couldn't take your eyes off him.

He was driving so it gave you more wiggle room to glance every now and then, he was wearing a light purple dress shirt accompanied by one of his few but favorite ties, the light was hitting his hair so that his locks looked close to blonde.

You don't realize you've been 'glancing' too long until he speaks,

"Did I do something?"

Sputtering you try to answer, "I-What?"

He scrunches his eyebrows, puckering his lips like a genius who'd been stumped. And to be truthful he was, you'd been avoiding him non-stop all of this week, leaving him with only awkward greetings and little to no interactions. He missed you.

And when he'd gone to the other team members to ask about it they only gave him vague answers, Derek said you were just frustrated, Emily had only smiled knowingly, Penelope had giggled like she knew something and Rossi had told him to talk to you. Overall it'd seemed like everyone was in on a joke that he wasn't apart of.

He swallows before answering, only furthering your already distracted ogling as his adam's apple bops up and down.

"You've been distant, I just, when people are upset with me they tend to tell me what I've done! A-And I totally understand if I need to apologize for something, but can you at least tell me what for?"

You tilt your head giving him a view of the expanse of soft supple skin of your neck, which he tries his best not to stare at.

"I just...do you like anyone?" It seemed childish to ask but you were curious, at least the way you were asking could be interpreted as a friend-ly.

He freezes when you ask though, a million questions running through his mind. Did you know?Who had told you? Was he that obvious?

"I-no?" he wasn't lying, what he felt for you was beyond liking, it was something much deeper that he felt every time he set his eyes on you.

"No?" You shoulders slump, if he liked someone maybe you had hope, if he liked anyone it would've made your day.

"Do-Do you like someone?" His heart clenches at the thought of you even looking at someone else.

"Yea, yea I more than like someone alright." you grumble.

"oh." its all he can muster up, his brain in short-circuiting.

"I think he knows me better than I know myself to be honest." this was the closest you were ever going to get to a confession, might as well take advantage of his obliviousness.

"He's a gentleman, sweet, kind, he knows everything about me really and he's got these eyes, I swear I could get lost in them and I feel like myself around him..."

To your surprise as you're speaking he pulls over, his hands are clenched around the wheel and he looks...angry?

Once he's stops the car he begins to ramble just as you had, with the acception of a few more hand gestures.

"You can't like someone else. I'm the one that gets you your coffee every morning, I'm the one who knows you're allergic to specific flowers, knows that carry a book with you everywhere you go, that you can't go a day without dessert, that you'd rather stay in then go out, I know you Y/n. I know you better than anyone! Who could possibly know you better than I do?!"

Your eyes are wide, taking in everything he's said, because he's right, you were best friends before you were anything else. Nobody knows you better than him.

"You, I like you Spence." Its a quiet confession, one that you thought you would've said more confidently in retrospect and it takes a minute for him to process but he gets it eventually.

"Oh. But- but you said that- I thought- you-you like me?"

The grin on his face makes butterflies swarm in the pits of your stomach, "I was talking about you, genius. And I more thank like you."

"Yeah?" He questions, even though he's gotten his answer he likes to hear you say it, likes to hear the words leave your beautiful lips and enter his ears like music.

You role your eyes playfully, "Yeah...dummy." Your head is now ducked bashfully.

He feels like he's in a dream, a wonderful, amazing, and ethereal dream. "Would you- I mean you don't have to say yes- but- um-I was thinking maybe you- and I- together I mean-could-"

"Yes." When you get the jist of the question you answer immediately, you've known the answer to that question since the day you met him.

You're both grinning like idiots when he finally starts the car again, managing amazingly he notices not to swerve off course every time he glances at you too long. You talk about how the team wasn't a big help to either of you, swapping stories about the ways they would tease.

In a try to keep the conversation going he asks, "Should- we- um tell the team?" He still can't believe you more-than-like him, or that you agreed to a date, he feels energized, elated, and like he's won.

You're trying not to jump up and down or come off too happy, catching his gaze every now when you look at him and he's already looking at you, only worsening your growing cheerfulness.

"Nah, let them have a taste of their own medicine, lets just enjoy being together, we are together, right?"

He's turned red at your assumption, probably jumping far to quickly to answer, "Yes! I mean- yea, yea we're together."

"That's nice!" You also reply far too quickly, which ultimately gives you both hope, if the two of you were this whipped for one another then you must be meant for each other.

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noa5339 · 4 months

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What marauder does suburban legends (1989 TV) connect to? -Jamie ( @theres-an-endless-starry-sky

omg i love this.

i feel like the obvious answer is james yk but i’ll be honest, i think it suits regulus better and i’ll explain why with some lyrics:

“i didn’t come here to make friends”- regulus’ reluctancy to make friends is something i find really important to his character. his priority is always himself and he will do whatever he needs to do to accomplish that. then enter a james, who regulus will fight for, even if it means upsetting people because he’s more concerned with getting what he wants.

“when you hold me it holds me together”- due to regulus’ persistence and perseverance to get what he wants he burns himself out, thus causing him to fall apart. however, james is the person who will force him to take time out, this holding him together.

“and you kiss me in a way that’s gonna screw me up forever”- i feel like this is pretty self explanatory.

“i had a fantasy that maybe our mismatched star signs / would surprise the whole school / when i ended up at a class reunion / walkin in with you”- for jegulus, mismatched star signs can be so many things: their families, their hogwarts houses, their year levels; yet they are still together. i think also regulus deals with a lot of shit about him ‘not deserving james’ and stuff like that and he hopes to prove everyone wrong.

“i broke my own heart cos you were too polite to do it”- i think regulus ends things because it isn’t working for him and he can tell it isn’t working for james. regulus tries so hard to make it work but on the end they’re both too different and it doesn’t work out. yet james is so in love with regulus that he struggles to acknowledge that it isn’t working. i’m 100000% projecting my own recent breakup here but that’s not the point.

“you don’t know i anymore and my whole life is ruined”- i think regukus wants james to come back. he’ll wait at the astronomy tower or the room of requirement for james to come. but nothing happens because james doesn’t want to be pushy and that leaves regulus feeling unwanted and thus his whole life is ruined.

so yea i think suburban legends is a regulus song :).

#dead gay wizards #marauders #marauders era #james potter #regulus black #jegulus

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sixosix · 1 month

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Finally have a chance to throw my thoughts together! And boy do I have them!!

Just ahshshs- lyney you’re so smart and cunning but also pretty dense my guy. I’m so glad you have moral standards but the fact your first thought when thawed!reader wants to kiss you is that ‘oh she is just drunk, :(‘ as opposed to ‘Ah! I may actually have a slight chance’ says something. I know you’re basing your thoughts on imperfect information and past experiences but please- I’m begging you- I know you have a big brain please use it-

But honestly, my heart goes out to him. In his half of the pov his pinning is so clear to see. I’m willing to bet money that Lyney would just happily accept the fact that he can interact with t!reader on some sort of positive level again, no matter if he is just a friend forever because she’s back! She’s real again, not just rose-tinted memories and this silent secret between the twins and Freminet. He is going through these extra and at times inconvenient steps just to keep her safe, even going against his own desires (letting Childe keep an eye on her while he goes to father) and even against his own loyalties to an extent ( i mean, the sensible loyal fauti thing to do would be to immediately report that the previously awol/MIA solider was found, wouldn’t it? )

ALSO THE ‘MON LAPIN’ NICKNAME!?! So many thoughts AND feelings on that!! *insert the cork board meme*

It fits so well!! I looked up some rabbit information just to see and rabbits are so skittish! I checked it out and so many things can set them off- bad experiences, new lotion smell, smelling like a different animal like a cat!! Like they not recommended to be children pets cause you gotta be gentle. But they’re so active! Not to mention herbivores!! Lyney may not know the truth but I’m sure he knows where his gift was delivered too! Thawed reader is a rabbit confirmed.

Looking outside of lyney and t!reader’s interactions though, it’s always so interesting to see t!reader’s other interactions. The obvious joy she has when she realizes Lynette showed up, and Lynette’s instant care in asking if t!reader has anywhere safe to go to. The tense somewhat friendship forming between aether and her, where a slight misstep could mean destruction of her life but there’s enough going on for minor banter and to try and help recover from a hangover (the water, and my current guess is that is the reason why her drink is different at the end) and now the beginnings of co-conspirators between Childe and her; the former laughing and seems to be almost excited while the latter is even more tense and nervous because it’s about to get a whole lot more complicated

ALSO CHILDE! SMART MAN, SO GLAD YOU’RE IN THE KNOW! Welcome to the peanut gallery of lyney and t!reader’s relationship! Hope you enjoy the show! But now that childe is officially an active player in the story, it’s making me think about the current time line and how different it’s gonna go from the canon game. As of right now, the only confirmed event from the Fontaine archon/various other quests is Lyney and Lynette’s trial since Childe has yet to be accused of anything (so we can assume that the missing people case is still ongoing) and aether is specifically doing this to see if he can trust the twins (something you can argue about him realizing via/during Lyney’s story quest). Especially know with the knaves early arrival to push things along

I should stop myself at this point so imma just leave off with the fact Lyney is starting to feel something as wrong when faced with Childe at the party AND the fact that t!reader remembering a fair bit of what happened, but the key point being that’s it’s very blurry has me kicking and freaking out. It’s gonna get much more messy real soon.

-deadman aether anon

HI DEADMAN AETHER ANON!!! its so wonderful to have you back AND ITS SO WONDERFUL TO ME TO SEE THIS ASK I AAS LIKE WHOAAA HELL YEA

i didnt really think too much about the bunny nickname even i was so shocked by that info!! i just heard from my friend that its one of the common french nicknames—and i thought it fit because of lyneys whole magician thing,,, like magicians and rabbits…. BUT THATS SO COOL!!!! makes the nickname so deeper than whatbi initially thought 🙏🙏

AND YEAAHHH its definitely overwhelming for our mc to be exposed so suddenly to so many people who seem to be willing to be friends w her! its been rosalie and its only been Father before 😢

the canon game event is gonna be veeeerrryyy detached from the game bc im going to be ignoring it for the sake of not copying it and just inserting MC in. if i did that, THAWED woukd just be a longer version of my other fic, Sleight of Hand HAHAHA. either way, since im writing this before arlecchino’s official release, i think i might end up mischaracterizing her…..so im a bit nervous about that. i think in THAWED shes definitely going to be a bit more evil than what she might be in-game

#THANKS FOR SHARING YOUR THOUGHTS ONCE AGAIN #im glad that youre sendingg longer ones too it genuinely makes me happy #i hope u have a good day!!!#this made my day brighter by a 100x #606:inbox #606: deadmanaether anon

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destinyc1020 · 1 year

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“I'm always a little leery in using social media to be the end all of everything when it comes to relationships.”

but isn’t this exactly how we all established TZ’s relationship status between 2019-2020 ? like a huge part of what we know about their relationship timeline is simply down to social media, right?

No, social media is only a part of the puzzle. It was always only a PART.

The main things that made us believe that they were dating each other were ALL of the compounding receipts of evidence put together:

Tom telling a fan that he was in NYC to "visit his gf", and the only women he's being spotted out with (ALWAYS) is only Zendaya 😏

Zendaya's deleted snap saying "your sick gf loves you" (so obviously, she's dating someone )

Zendaya routinely being spotted wearing TOM'S CLOTHES (ummm....HUUUUUGE clue! HELLO? 🥴)

The fact that they always went out of their way to HIDE (someone who's "just a friend" wouldn't need to hide 😏)

The very obvious heart eyes they would give each other 👀

Evidence of Zendaya buying jewelry for Tom.... evidence of Tom buying jewelry for Zendaya. Jewelry is usually viewed as a romantic gift to someone if the opposite sex. IJS 🤷🏾‍♀️

Them ALWAYS hanging out with each other 😏 and Tom always making an effort to visit his "Co-star Zendaya" when he's in CA (Another HUGE clue)

Skai Jackson's mom blowing their cover that they've been dating for a while lol 🤭

Tom visiting Zendaya on the sets of her filming projects, and Zendaya visiting Tom on set (CW). I'm sorry, but this is SO bf/gf stuff lol 😆

Tom attending Zendaya's TGS premiere in NYC (of ALL places lol) 😏 - Not a coincidence folks!

Their family members following each other on social media

This is just a very SMALL list of the receipts we as fans picked up on. So you see, it wasn't JUST social media we were going by. Yea, it was part of the puzzle, but it most certainly wasn't the whole piece! 😂

So like I said before, I'm ALWAYS very leery about ONLY looking at social media to try and gauge what's going on in a rlshp. 🤷🏾‍♀️

The key is, you have to look at the BIG/whole picture!

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skzhocomments · 7 months

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I can read your smile - Choi Minho SHINee Fanfic - Chapter 12 - A heartbreaking past

Story masterlist - please consult it for the summary of the story, trigger warnings etc.

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Chapter 11 | Chapter 13

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Chapter 12 - A heartbreaking past

word count: 2k words

~Crystal's POV~

Well, that went well. I grimaced taking back the two plates to the kitchen.

My other co-worker came to me and laughed. I bet he could barely wait to make fun of me.

"So, did the guy you like who came with another girl reject your free dessert?" He mocked.

"Guy I like? Where did that come from?" I asked with venom in my voice.

"Come on, Crystal, it's obvious."

"How is that obvious?"

"The way you look at him." He shrugged.

"And what is that way?"

"Come on, it's so obvious you're in love with the guy, it's painful at this point. You've been looking at their table the whole time, and it's like there's hearts in your eyes when you watch him. Not that hard to notice."

"We are just friends."

"Crystal, people don't look at friends the way you look at him. Be honest with yourself."

"You might just be really delusional." I started. "I don't have feelings for him. And he has a girlfriend."

"I think you're the delusional one, bestie." He shrugged and left, and I took a spoonful of the cake and ate it spitefully. It tasted good, at least, even if the taste in my mouth was bitter.

Fuck Julia.

Seeing her brought back all the negative feelings from my past, and I started feeling really shitty.

I couldn't wait for my shift to be over, but I had two more hours to go.

Oh, and I still have to take the check back to their table and see that bitch again.

My feet were killing me and I was unusually tired by the end of my shift.

I quickly grabbed my jacket – it tended to get cold during September nights – and I made my way out of the restaurant.

"Crystal?" A familiar voice spoke, and I turned my head in its direction.

"Minho? What are you doing here?"

"I came to pick you up..."

"Why? What happened to your date?" I raised a brow.

"About that... I'm so sorry, Crystal. I was wrong about her..."

"You don't have to apologise to me."

"I do... I had no idea you two shared a past together..."

"What, did she actually tell you anything?" I chuckled bitterly.

I really hated remembering that time of my life.

"Let's go home and talk. What do you say?"

I nodded and we started walking home together in silence, breathing in the night air.

At one point, a cold wind brushed past us, and I started to shiver. Minho then took his coat off and put it on my shoulders, and I thanked him, and I tried not to think about him, or Julia.

At least not until we got home.

"Okay. What did she tell you?" I smiled as we sat down on the sofa in the living room, Minho bringing me a hot cup of tea.

"Just that her family fostered you for a while, but you weren't a great fit..." he hesitated, and I let out a big sigh.

"Yea. I guess that's the gist of it. I was a spoiled child who didn't fit in, so they sent me back." I laughed.

"But what's the truth?" Minho spoke softly and touched my hand with his, and I let him hold it. It was warm.

"Do you really want to know?" I looked into his eyes, and he nodded. "We're going to be here for hours."

"That's fine. We'll sleep in tomorrow." He smiled kindly, and I brushed away two stray tears that made their way on my cheeks.

"Okay. I've never told anyone this story before, so... it might be a bit hard... to tell it."

"It's okay." His thumb rubbed circles on my knuckles in a comforting way.

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~Flashback~

~12 years ago~

"She's such a smart little girl!" Mrs. Lewis said and touched the back of my head.

I never liked Mrs. Lewis. She was always kind when people were around, but as soon as they left, she would grab the Discipline Stick and hit my palms hard, and sometimes the soles of my feet, until they bled. I could never run during Sports the next day, and the teacher would get really angry and scream at me, and the sports teacher was old, and scary. I didn't like him either.

"Oh, is that so? We see she has perfect marks in maths-" The woman spoke, but was soon interrupted by the man next to her that was holding her hand.

"And she's already learning an advanced curriculum, even if she's only 9?!"

"Indeed, she's a really sharp-witted child." Mrs. Lewis complimented me.

"Oh, isn't that perfect, dear?" The woman teared up, and the man just nodded eagerly.

"She would get along with our little princess so well!"

"It would be a good environment to grow up in." Mrs. Lewis approved, and they signed some papers, and the next thing I knew, I was in the back of their car heading somewhere far away.

I now have to refer to Mr. and Mrs. Lee as 'dad' and 'mom', and they told me on the way 'home' that I now have a sister called Julia, and that I have to love her, and play with her whenever she wants, and also teach her things, because she is not as academically gifted, whatever that means.

Julia is cute, and she has blond curls that are hanging proudly over her shoulders. They are so different from my straight, black hair. She would always say 'I am beautiful, and you're not, but that's okay, because we are sisters.' and then we'd play until dawn.

I love Julia.

And she loves me too.

And I love playing with someone my age.

Kids at the orphanage are either older or younger than me, but me and Julia are both 9, and we play with her dolls. She has so many! I've never seen so many in my life!

If I'm nice to her, she lets me play.

Mom and Dad love me too. They feed me every day, and they are happy if I get a good grade.

I have a nice family, and I am happy.

~11 years ago~

"What do you mean, she stole your puppet?" Mom is frowning.

"I haven't stolen anything!" I defend myself. "I don't even like that puppet!"

"Shut your mouth, Christine. Don't interrupt us when we speak!" Dad is screaming at me. But why? I haven't stolen anything.

"My name is Crystal, not Christine." I mutter under my breath. I hate it when they call me Christine. They say Crystal is a bad name. 'It's the name of a whore', they say, and we'll change it if they adopt me.

If.

"No, it's not!" Mom slaps me, and my cheek hurts and gets red immediately.

Julia is crying, still claiming that I stole her puppet.

I didn't, but they don't want to believe me.

~10 years ago~

"You're old enough now, why aren't you more responsible?!" Dad shouts. I don't understand why he's so upset. I got 90%. It's a good grade.

"Look, Daddy! I got full marks!" Julia smiles happily.

"Just as expected from my princess! See, Christine? You could've done better. We used to think you're smarter than this."

"But I did her project too." I frown. "She got full marks off my work."

"What did you just say?" Dad gets up from the table.

Oh-oh. That's bad.

I start running away, realising too late that he is in a bad mood today. He catches me by the hair, and I scream, so he grabs my mouth and squeezes hard.

I shut up.

"Julia, darling, will you bring daddy the wooden paddle?"

"NO!" I start crying this time. I know what that means.

Julia smirks at me.

She is happy.

She loves seeing me get hurt. Says she hates me getting attention.

That's why she hid the puppet in my room one year ago, when Mom stopped loving me and hit me for the first time.

She brings the paddle, and Dad bends me over the table and hits me as hard as he can.

I wince in pain, and I scream, and cry, and cry, and cry, but he doesn't care. He hits me again.

And again.

It hurts walking afterwards, and I can no longer sit down, or lay on the bed on my back. I have to lay on my tummy instead.

When I look in the mirror the next morning, there are big bruises on my butt, and I know it's going to take a while for them to go away.

It's still sore, but I can at least sit down in school now.

I don't tell anyone, but I cry myself to sleep for two weeks afterwards, until the bruises fade away.

Mom checks them.

Once they're gone, Julia does something, or says something, and Dad gets angry again, and he hits me with the paddle or with the bath brush.

It hurts.

~9 years ago~

"We are sorry to hear this one's been giving you trouble." Mrs. Lewis says and smacks the back of my head.

I no longer cry when being hit, and I don't move away.

I know better now.

"She is a monster!" Mom – no, Mrs. Lee says.

"She is a compulsive liar, a troublemaker, and she doesn't fit in with our perfect family!" Mr. Lee shouts. "We can't believe you raised such a horrible child!"

"Apologies, Mr. Lee. We promise you we're going to take care of her bad behaviour."

She sends me to the "Discipline room" - a fancy word for the cellar, and I am only given water and bread until I 'learn my lesson'.

But what is there to learn?

They let me out after two weeks, and Mrs. Lewis tells me I'm 'damaged goods' now. No one is going to want to adopt me with my record. I am just wasting the orphanage's money. I won't accomplish anything with my life.

I'm going to live under that roof until I'm 18, then I'm going to leave and never see them again.

That sounds good.

I don't want Mrs. Lewis to be right about me, so I will only focus on studying, and I will go to university and get a good job.

Yes, it sounds like a good plan.

I will endure the beatings, the hunger pangs and Mrs. Lewis' mean remarks, and I will study, and study, and study, until I move away.

~End of flashback~

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"Crystal... I'm so sorry... I don't even know what to say..." Minho teared up and hugged me tightly.

"You wanted to know..." I spoke, crying as well.

"I did. I'm so glad you trusted me enough to tell me..."

"I just... it was so hard to understand why they did that... It felt like there was a huge gaping hole in my soul that was bleeding out sorrow and hurt, and I just couldn't comprehend what I did that was so bad."

"You didn't do anything. You were just a kid."

"I'm so sorry, Minho. You were so excited about Julia..."

"Who cares about her? Don't even think about her anymore, ever. She or her piece of shit family don't deserve to be even a passing thought in your mind." He caressed the back of my hair and held me tight.

I closed my eyes.

He smelled comforting. I haven't even opened his room while he was gone, not wanting to invade his privacy, and it felt so horrible to have his smell disappear from this house and be replaced with mine.

I missed his smell.

I missed him.

"I'm glad you're back." I whispered and hugged him tighter.

"Me too. I missed talking to you."

He let go and we looked at each other for a while, and it was the sea incident all over again, so instead of being foolish like last time and trying to kiss him, I averted my eyes first, not daring to cross yet another boundary and go through another rejection.

We were simply friends, and that was fine.

He heard me out.

It was the first time I ever told someone my story, and what abuse I've been through, and he paid attention, and held my hand, and hugged me tightly and cried with me.

That was good enough. I am content that this was the only type of relationship we were ever going to have.

That was okay.

"It's already 3 AM." I chuckled, wiping away the remaining tears that were still streaming down my face.

"Time goes by quickly in good company." Minho smiled, and I just nodded.

"Let's go to sleep." I stood up and stretched my arms with a yawn. Crying was tiring.

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Chapter 11 | Chapter 13

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fromhereinon · 6 months

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29 Oct

Writing to clear my head-hiding in the toilet so that I have space. The start of this was because I found out that he has totally forgotten the first time we had sex - how it happened and the circumstances leading up to it.

I am still trying to process what I feel. I think it’s disappointment, maybe a bit of fear that this is a sign that he has checked out of the relationship. I’m trying to articulate in my head why I’m so upset or why this is so upsetting, but it’s hard. I don’t want to act like I’m bothered - we’re past that stage now cos it’s obvious that I am, and I know deep down it is silly to be bothered about that one thing - of him forgetting our first (and perhaps most important memory of intimacy, not particularly sex, which to me, is important to the relationship). I am not one to get upset abt something so petty, yet I am. And I’m trying to distill why.

It’s not the kind of sadness that brings tears to my eyes, but it’s a dull rage brewing - wanting to accuse him of being uncaring, of being complacent, to have an ironclad silver bullet to pin his faults, yet it’s so hard to cite particular incidents - but I feel it. Deep down I know he’s feelings has changed - it’s the micro expressions of it - the growing lack of enthusiasm in times spent, I can’t remember the last time he looked at me with heart shaped eyes. just going through the motions, not coming up with plans. He’s just going to say he’s tired. He’s always tired. He’s here but it’s hardly quality time.

I don’t need the glass of water by the bed, I don’t need the Sunday breakfast, he says this is his way of showing that he cares but honestly I don’t really need it?

So this is what I feel:

- the fact that you forgot means you’re not making an effort to remember. It’s about that particular memory but it could apply to any memory that happened between us. It’s that you stopped making an effort to.

- recently you’ve been saying you’re tired all the time. I get it, it’s work, nothing is going well for you. but honestly it has seeped into the relationship. you are here with me physically but emotionally and mentally you’re not really here and it’s obvious. I can just sense it. When’s the last time you tried to make plans for us? It doesn’t even have to be about going out, but plans like staying in to cook dinner - like today. when’s the last time you did that. Where’s the enthusiasm?

- you’re gonna say you show you care in other ways - making breakfast, pouring my cup of water, changing sheets. Yea thank you, but honestly I don’t need this? they are kind gestures but that’s not what I need? in some ways I feel like you do them cos doing that is easier than you trying to engage with me - doing things, talking, spending time.

- so ya it’s not about your forgetting that one memory it’s about the minor and subtles ways you’re losing enthusiasm in this relationshhhip.

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bookoformon · 10 months

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Mosiah Chapter 12. "The Will."

Abinadi is imprisoned for prophesying the destruction of the people and the death of King Noah—The false priests quote the scriptures and pretend to keep the law of Moses—Abinadi begins to teach them the Ten Commandments. About 148 B.C.

The time period has changed, 148= Aleph, Daleph, Het= "I will."

1 And it came to pass that after the space of two years that Abinadi came among them in disguise, that they knew him not, and began to prophesy among them, saying: Thus has the Lord commanded me, saying—Abinadi, go and prophesy unto this my people, for they have hardened their hearts against my words; they have repented not of their evil doings; therefore, I will visit them in my anger, yea, in my fierce anger will I visit them in their iniquities and abominations.

When the scriptures are no longer able to curb human atrocities, we say they become hidden, or a famine results. Abinadi, "The father of gems" has to sneak them back in.

2 Yea, wo be unto this generation! And the Lord said unto me: Stretch forth thy hand and prophesy, saying: Thus saith the Lord, it shall come to pass that this generation, because of their iniquities, shall be brought into bondage, and shall be smitten on the cheek; yea, and shall be driven by men, and shall be slain; and the vultures of the air, and the dogs, yea, and the wild beasts, shall devour their flesh.

In Judaism, we do not turn the other cheek:

It is clear that “turning the other cheek” to a violent aggressor is not the Jewish way.

King Solomon, wisest of all men, proclaimed:

There is a time to kill and a time to heal… a time to love and a time to hate; a time for war and a time for peace.1

There is no doubt that there are times when it is necessary to battle adversaries.

3 And it shall come to pass that the life of king Noah shall be valued even as a garment in a hot furnace; for he shall know that I am the Lord.

When the world is on fire something in the way each of us carries on needs to be on fire too. The Torah speaks of changes of clothes and clean underthings to remind us how we behave is visible, and if things are going well, neither is our behavior. The furjnace is that feeling when we recognize it and discover sacrifices are necessary.

4 And it shall come to pass that I will smite this my people with sore afflictions, yea, with famine and with pestilence; and I will cause that they shall howl all the day long.

The process societies undergo during a wardrobe change is to realize the Torah is not being taught appropriately and that propagandists are running the world.

5 Yea, and I will cause that they shall have burdens lashed upon their backs; and they shall be driven before like a dumb ass.

The dumb ass refers to the story of Balaam the Devourer from the Torah. Balaam was sent to curse the Israelites on a donkey that did not know the way. When given the choice to confront the angels in Eden vs. turning around, the donkey did what was right. The lesson is- we have basic animal instincts that tell us we need turn around if the human mind is willing to realize it has been going to the wrong way.

It's but a matter of will power.

6 And it shall come to pass that I will send forth hail among them, and it shall smite them; and they shall also be smitten with the east wind; and insects shall pester their land also, and devour their grain.

7 And they shall be smitten with a great pestilence—and all this will I do because of their iniquities and abominations.

The Pestilence attacks the core beliefs of a society. When a thorough analysis of a culture's trajectory reveals it is engaging in apartheid, racism, is lying, cheating, and corrupting its children, voters, and polities instead of encouraging righteousness and nobility it is obvious a plague is at work. The only way to combat the misleading information that gets us involved with dirty politicians is to fight back, out in the open with a counter-propaganda campaign called the Utter Truth:

God despises corrupt politicians and you should too. From Vayeleich:

23 “I will heap calamities on them and spend my arrows against them. 24 I will send wasting famine against them, consuming pestilence and deadly plague; I will send against them the fangs of wild beasts, the venom of vipers that glide in the dust. 25 In the street the sword will make them childless; in their homes terror will reign. The young men and young women will perish, the infants and those with gray hair. 26 I said I would scatter them and erase their name from human memory, 27 but I dreaded the taunt of the enemy, lest the adversary misunderstand and say, ‘Our hand has triumphed; the Lord has not done all this.’”

28 They are a nation without sense, there is no discernment in them. 29 If only they were wise and would understand this and discern what their end will be! 30 How could one man chase a thousand, or two put ten thousand to flight, unless their Rock had sold them, unless the Lord had given them up? 31 For their rock is not like our Rock, as even our enemies concede. 32 Their vine comes from the vine of Sodom and from the fields of Gomorrah. Their grapes are filled with poison, and their clusters with bitterness. 33 Their wine is the venom of serpents, the deadly poison of cobras.

34 “Have I not kept this in reserve and sealed it in my vaults? 35 It is mine to avenge; I will repay. In due time their foot will slip; their day of disaster is near and their doom rushes upon them.”

8 And it shall come to pass that except they repent I will utterly destroy them from off the face of the earth; yet they shall leave a record behind them, and I will preserve them for other nations which shall possess the land; yea, even this will I do that I may discover the abominations of this people to other nations. And many things did Abinadi prophesy against this people.

9 And it came to pass that they were angry with him; and they took him and carried him bound before the king, and said unto the king: Behold, we have brought a man before thee who has prophesied evil concerning thy people, and saith that God will destroy them.

10 And he also prophesieth evil concerning thy life, and saith that thy life shall be as a garment in a furnace of fire.

11 And again, he saith that thou shalt be as a stalk, even as a dry stalk of the field, which is run over by the beasts and trodden under foot.

12 And again, he saith thou shalt be as the blossoms of a thistle, which, when it is fully ripe, if the wind bloweth, it is driven forth upon the face of the land. And he pretendeth the Lord hath spoken it. And he saith all this shall come upon thee except thou repent, and this because of thine iniquities.

13 And now, O king, what great evil hast thou done, or what great sins have thy people committed, that we should be condemned of God or judged of this man?

14 And now, O king, behold, we are guiltless, and thou, O king, hast not sinned; therefore, this man has lied concerning you, and he has prophesied in vain.

15 And behold, we are strong, we shall not come into bondage, or be taken captive by our enemies; yea, and thou hast prospered in the land, and thou shalt also prosper.

16 Behold, here is the man, we deliver him into thy hands; thou mayest do with him as seemeth thee good.

17 And it came to pass that king Noah caused that Abinadi should be cast into prison; and he commanded that the priests should gather themselves together that he might hold a council with them what he should do with him.

18 And it came to pass that they said unto the king: Bring him hither that we may question him; and the king commanded that he should be brought before them.

19 And they began to question him, that they might cross him, that thereby they might have wherewith to accuse him; but he answered them boldly, and withstood all their questions, yea, to their astonishment; for he did withstand them in all their questions, and did confound them in all their words.

20 And it came to pass that one of them said unto him: What meaneth the words which are written, and which have been taught by our fathers, saying:

21 How beautiful upon the mountains are the feet of him that bringeth good tidings; that publisheth peace; that bringeth good tidings of good; that publisheth salvation; that saith unto Zion, Thy God reigneth;

22 Thy watchmen shall lift up the voice; with the voice together shall they sing; for they shall see eye to eye when the Lord shall bring again Zion;

23 Break forth into joy; sing together ye waste places of Jerusalem; for the Lord hath comforted his people, he hath redeemed Jerusalem;

24 The Lord hath made bare his holy arm in the eyes of all the nations, and all the ends of the earth shall see the salvation of our God?

25 And now Abinadi said unto them: Are you priests, and pretend to teach this people, and to understand the spirit of prophesying, and yet desire to know of me what these things mean?

26 I say unto you, wo be unto you for perverting the ways of the Lord! For if ye understand these things ye have not taught them; therefore, ye have perverted the ways of the Lord.

27 Ye have not applied your hearts to understanding; therefore, ye have not been wise. Therefore, what teach ye this people?

28 And they said: We teach the law of Moses.

29 And again he said unto them: If ye teach the law of Moses why do ye not keep it? Why do ye set your hearts upon riches? Why do ye commit whoredoms and spend your strength with harlots, yea, and cause this people to commit sin, that the Lord has cause to send me to prophesy against this people, yea, even a great evil against this people?

30 Know ye not that I speak the truth? Yea, ye know that I speak the truth; and you ought to tremble before God.

31 And it shall come to pass that ye shall be smitten for your iniquities, for ye have said that ye teach the law of Moses. And what know ye concerning the law of Moses? Doth salvation come by the law of Moses? What say ye?

32 And they answered and said that salvation did come by the law of Moses.

33 But now Abinadi said unto them: I know if ye keep the commandments of God ye shall be saved; yea, if ye keep the commandments which the Lord delivered unto Moses in the mount of Sinai, saying:

34 I am the Lord thy God, who hath brought thee out of the land of Egypt, out of the house of bondage.

35 Thou shalt have no other God before me.

36 Thou shalt not make unto thee any graven image, or any likeness of any thing in heaven above, or things which are in the earth beneath.

37 Now Abinadi said unto them, Have ye done all this? I say unto you, Nay, ye have not. And have ye taught this people that they should do all these things? I say unto you, Nay, ye have not.

The White House needs to act.

It needs to say, "I will do it."

It needs to promise to be a scourge on anyone that thinks their faith permits them to upend Civil Rights Laws and put an end the centuries long reign of terror that has been threatening the peace on the planet for far too long.

Otherwise, what we end up with a knock-off of faith and government that are not true enough to the stated words on the originals.

Religion exists at the sufferance and operates according to the specifications given it by the government. Both are supposed to reflect the noblest qualities listed in their respective Constitutions, and this means enforcement has to be Absolute by their executives. The chief among these is the President, who is one without a second in matters that affect both.

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Sorry if this has already been rone but- could I get Bakugou, Todoroki, Denki and Izuku (separately) with a non-binary s/o who’s quirk is based off of a hyena? They have splotches of lighter skintone on them, freckles, laugh like a hyena, have sharp teeth and eyes like them? And a tail + ears? S/o is really chaotic, they live by the motto “I’ll try anything once,” and are overall very likable yet funky? Extra points if the boys see them in their hero outfit (which is something a little showey💕

-🧸

this is rly interesting anon!!

hyena quirk headcanons with:

bakugou katsuki, todoroki shoto, midoriya izuku, kaminari denki

gn!reader :)

bakugou katsuki

so at first he was definitely ticked off by how different u were

tbh u kinda reminded him of Mina with ur personality

But he thought ur appearance was very cool

later on in ur relationship, you’d always feel him tracing the shapes of the splotches on ur skin, or softly scratching the space behind ur ears

he thought u looked so badass with those teeth though

u were wild but you weren’t careless

your attacks were precise and carefully planned during practice and he definitely noticed

even before u guys started dating, bakugou had already known almost everything about you just by observing

he noticed how your ears perked up easily

whether it’s excitement or during training

he loved watching how your pupils would dilate and how completely focused you’d look when on the battle field but if you’re just chilling?

your whole body is relaxed

oh and his favorite, favorite part is that if he teases you about things and you deny it, your tail will give it away

like your first kiss for example

he pulled away and with the smuggest grin he said, “not bad, right?”

you had rolled your eyes and looked away, unaware that the tip of your tail was rapidly moving side to side

Usually he’ll point you out

but after that kiss, he was dazed himself, so caught up on the feeling of ur lips, he didn’t even bother telling u that ur tail was betraying its owner

and the first time he saw ur hero costume? oh my g a w d man had to look away

cos damn what r u looking so good for

literally has to slap himself when no one’s watching so he can focus on the task

todoroki shoto

so your personality is very different than his

knowing this, you sometimes try to catch him off guard by like fake pouncing on him

but he never flinches or anything

never does

he prolly already knows ur planning this on the other side of the room smh

todoroki generally doesn’t have a playful side to him but when he’s noticing that you’re being more jumpy than usual he’ll join you cuz why not

but ofc it’s awkward at first

he doesn’t know how to have fun fun

he doesn’t understand ur impulsive decisions which happens a lot

for example, if you’ve accidentally had one sip of caffeine at 6 in the evening, you’re wide awake at 2 am and preparing to rearrange the furniture in ur dorm

he’s right below you, luckily, so he’ll hear all the noise and show up to ur dorm like “why?”

and you’ve got the same answer each time, “why not?”

he figures that he won’t be able to go back to sleep anyways so he helps you move the furniture

one thing that’s great is that he can instantly read your emotion or energy level from your tail

like if you’ve still got to move your night stand, but your tail is starting to droop, he’ll just drag you to bed

he’s tired too and he loves your cuddles even if ur ears tickle his chin a little excuse to be little spoon? I think yes

midoriya Izuku

your energy s c a r e s him sometimes

being ur partner during training will literally keep him fully alert, for you

but you’re a great partner, you can just be a little reckless sometimes

he soon learns that even if you dive right into the action, you don’t act without thinking

before you guys are even together, he’s already got your whole quirk analysis down in his notebook

he’ll ask you questions about whether your tail gets in the way or whether your ears help during training and all

sometimes if you guys are just chilling, you’ll catch him staring at you

one day you ask him and he just goes like “no you just look really cool. I hope I'm not being weird though! I don’t mean to!”

“you’re my bf you can stare at me all you want Izuku”

one time, you were sitting down with your friends playing a card game and he was walking by behind you

but suddenly your tail just unconsciously swept the floor and he stepped on it, making you cry out in pain

he felt soooo bad

oml

doesn’t know how to help make it better so he just keeps on apologizing

if it was anybody else, you would’ve pounced on them but he looks genuinely guilty

so lets not make it worse :)

at first, seeing you smile would give him mixed emotions

like you’d go up to his face and flash your teeth and he’d start sweating buckets

you looked adorable don’t get me wrong

but you also looked a little...menacing

kinda like himiko

after a while he got used to it, knowing that you were a really kind person at heart

but since you can be a little wild and you like to have fun, you'll just graze his shoulder or neck with your skin to feel him shiver

you won’t put any pressure that’ll draw blood but it’s fun to hear him whimper 👀

the first time he saw ur hero costume, he start stuttering random nonsense lmAo

“y-y-y/n, wow, uhhh” sweat sweat sweat

yea he’s prolly not gonna get used to that hahHha

kaminari denki

this boy matches your energy

your always paired up with him during training cos you guys make the best team

like you’re there to keep him from making irrational decisions but you also ignite the fire and make sure the two of you make the most out of the time

even if you guys fail the mission sometime, you always come out laughing and developing new inside jokes

sometimes if you’re laughing, he’ll just turn to look at you with the biggest smile

and admires your tail wagging like a little pup and your teeth glistening under the ceiling lights

he is all up for your impulsive decision making

your #1 supporter

“oh? you wanna have fireworks in the field? me too! let’s go!”

pulls out 20 packs from under his bed

you two hold the best parties ever

and sometimes Iida gets on ur nerves but denki’s there to politely ask him to not be a party pooper and that the door is wide open 👀🚪

y’all get in trouble with Aizawa all the time

like by now, he’s sick of y'all LMAOOO

someone told him that there’s a hole in the vending machine?

“y/n, Kaminari, come here”

but they weren’t even snitching on you two but it’s sooo obvious who did it hahaha

a lot of running around in the hallways and chasing each other

your so much faster than he is but he loves hearing your laugh echo the place

he clings on to you a lot cos ur soft

he’s usually the little spoon change my mind no u can't but when ur exhausted and all out of energy, he’s there to scratch your back or behind your ears, loving the way your tail wags in your sleep

you guys growl at each other

like playfully but it happens a lot

Midoriya walked in one time and lowk thought a fight was about to break down, tryna separate the two of you

you have an actual growl and a fake cute one, guess which one he likes ;))

a/n: aaah this was so fun to write!! thank you for requesting <33

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j-elaine-hyde · 3 years

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Mixing Business with Pleasure - Part One

Pablo Schreiber / Female Character

She had a reputation. She was a stone cold boss bitch who didn’t take shit from anyone. She once fired an assistant for rolling her eyes. The woman was worth hundreds of millions and ran one of the largest tech companies in the world. She and her business partner had built it from the ground up. She had every right to the power she wielded.

But those that knew her, knew she was a ride or die friend who was genuine, caring and loyal. There’s nothing she wouldn’t do for the ones she loved. She kept her circle small, only letting a handful of people in.

People probably would have called her Satan, were it not for her massive donations to a number of charities. She donated money like her life depended on it. From investing in Female built start ups to animal shelters and causes, to nature preserves. It was obvious to anyone in the know that she had a heart beneath that icy exterior.

That’s how he met her. She was co-chair on a National Parks Initiative to get people more active with the parks system. They were raising awareness and money, and he had been chosen as the celebrity endorsement.

Pablo sat in a massive dining room at her compound in Utah. There were a few assistants buzzing around swooning, offering him every drink and food under the sun. He took their offer of a glass of water as he stood up and walked to the massive picture window looking out at the incredible view. His phone pinged in his pocket. It was a text from her assistant.

-Ms. Schultz will be arriving momentarily. We apologize for keeping you waiting and appreciate your patience.

He read the text and before he could even reply a helicopter noisily landed in the backyard. That’s when he saw her. The dust settled, and she climbed out. She was breathtaking. She walked like the world would wait, with her head held high. The black dress she wore accentuated every curve, and was just short enough to highlight her long legs.

“THE EAGLE HAS LANDED!” One of her assistants yelled as they all scrambled to line up by the door. Her assistant scrambled to keep up, juggling a purse and a briefcase. He swore watching her the world shifted to slow motion, her long dark hair blowing behind her.

One of her assistants opened the door as she breezed in, pulling her dark aviators off her face, she smiled and smoothly handed them to her assistant as she reached out to shake his hand, a dazzling smile on her face.

“Mr. Schreiber! So nice to meet you! I hope your trip out to the ranch was nice.”

He shook her hand and stared, locking eyes with her, unable to speak. It literally took him a moment to respond.

“Oh uh yea! It’s incredible here. Thanks for having me. It’s very nice to finally meet you.”

“Should we get started? The others will be joining us later today, but I thought we’d chat, have lunch and then give you a chance to get settled in.” She held his stare and gestured for him to take a seat.

He just stood there in a trance, captivated by her beauty. She smiled and looked away, biting her lip before glancing back up at him quickly as she moved towards the table.

“Uhhh yea! That’s perfect. Allow me.” He moved quickly to pull out her chair for her before sitting down at the table himself.

They briefly talked about the parks project before lunch was served. He immediately found himself unable to focus on anything but her. To his surprise she was sweet and funny. He enjoyed being with her, which is not the impression he had arrived with. He had heard the rumors of her being a ballbuster and hell on heels.

They were on their way to one of the guest houses when two small pups came barreling across the yard towards her. She crouched down and was immediately covered in kisses, the pups excitement could barely be contained. Their little bodies wiggling and tails going crazy.

“Who are these two?” Pablo laughed as he squatted down to pet them.

“These are my babies.” She smiled. “This is Penny, that’s Boone.”

“They’re so adorable! I have a Boston Terrier too. They’re the best.”

“Yea they are!” She set Penny down and stood up. “Let me show you where you’ll be staying. I’ve had the staff put you in what we lovingly call the pool house.”

She continued walking along the path towards a gigantic log cabin.

“That’s the pool house?!” He was stunned.

She laughed as she opened the front door. She was on her phone texting as Pablo walked in and gawked in awe at the beautiful house.

“It looks like your bags have already been unpacked in the master. The kitchen has been stocked, if there’s anything you need, please don’t hesitate to let someone know. Breakfast is served in the main house each morning, and my staff can make you whatever you like. Ready for the tour?”

Pablo stood there, eyebrows raised as he looked at her, still absorbing what she had just said. The pups came in and immediately ran over to the sofas to lay down.

She ended the tour at the indoor pool with adjoining hot tub room. “There’s a separate entrance, that I’ll use. I try to swim laps in the mornings and unwind in the evenings here, but don’t mind me. I doubt you’ll even notice me.”

“I find it hard to believe that I could ever NOT notice you...” his cheeks slightly reddening at his first attempt at flirting. She was an impressive woman and he was slightly intimidated.

With a smirk she looked at him over her shoulder before taking a few steps towards the door and turning back to him.

“I’ve got a few things to go take care of...” she glanced at her watch, “the rest of the team should be here in a couple of hours. I’ll leave you to get settled or take a look around, mi casa es su casa, my assistant will coordinate a meeting time for this evening. Thanks for being here.” She nodded and patted her hip as she sauntered towards the door. On cue the pups trotted after her out the door.

Pablo walked around the massive house. He checked the fridge before heading up to the master bedroom. There he found all of his clothes neatly put away in the closet. He lunged onto the massive bed, noticing the incredible views out the window.

He sprawled out on the king sized bed, stretching and scratching his stomach before closing his eyes for a nap. He laid there picturing her climbing out of the helicopter and walking towards him. He dreamed about what it would be like to kiss her. How amazing it would be to hold her. It wasn’t long before his shorts stirred as he imagined it going further. During the tour he had commited the curves of her body to memory. He studied the way her hips swayed as she walked, her thick round ass, and the perfect perky handfuls of her chest. Imagining her naked was enough to get him hard. He slid his hand into his shorts and gently started stroking his erection when his phone going off shattered the fantasy.

He checked the clock, it was only 3:00. He decided to respond asking if she was available.

He wasn’t bold enough to ask for her number yet, but figured if anyone knew what she was doing, it was Kayla.

- Ms. Schultz is currently on a call, but should be available at 3:30. Is there anything I can help you with?

He started to worry that Kayla was going to inadvertently cock block him. With his erection showing no signs of going away. He tossed his phone on the bed and made his way to the bathroom for a shower.

Kayla scribbled a note on her iPad and flipped it around for Emma to see. “Pablo asked if you were free. Told him 3:30. No response.”

She nodded and checked her watch. She waved Kayla out of the room as she continued her phone call.

“Listen Carrie.... I don’t know how I’m going to get through this project without throwing myself at him. He’s even taller and more gorgeous in person.”

“Emm... you’ll be fine. I mean I know you’ve been in love with him for years, but now he’s in your house. Y’all are working together. Just be your amazing self.” Her teammate and best friend was calming her down.

“What time are you guys getting here? Chef is serving dinner at 7:00.” She sounded slightly annoyed.

“Uhhhh.... we’ll probably get there at like 6:30. We left way later than we thought we would.... it’s Andy’s fault. Blame him.”

Emma laughed, “The pilot called and updated us on the flight plan. Y’all have fun. Just get here by 7:00.”

“No worries. Go spend time with your hubby... I mean Pablo. Get it girl. See you later!”

“Bye.” She shook her head as she ended the call. “Kayla!”

Kayla rushed back into the office. “Did Mr. Schreiber ever respond to your text?”

“No ma’am. I told him what time dinner was, and then he asked if you were available. I told him you were on a call and would be available at 3:30, and asked if there was anything I could help with.”

“Send me his number. I’ll text him.”

Kayla smirked, “ooookay boss.”

“Shut up.” Emma laughed.

Emma stared at her phone. She added his number and saved it. She swiveled back and forth in her chair trying to figure out what to say. ‘Maybe I should just go out there...’ she thought. ‘No.... that’s intrusive. Best friend to the rescue.’

Emma laughed out loud at the advice of her best friend Bethany and decided she was right. She was just going to text him.

She yelled for Kayla. Who quickly appeared in the door.

“What’s up boss?”

“Ask Mason to get one of the dune buggies gassed up and brought out. I’m taking Pablo out and showing him Utah.”

Kayla grinned, “Atta girl...”

“What?” Emma retorted.

“Yes Boss.” Kayla laughed.

Emma literally sprinted out of her office and up to her bedroom to change.

She pulled on a pair of GymShark leggings and a low cut tank top that showed off her well endowed chest. She pulled on some uggs, and grabbed a jacket as she ran out of her closet. She put up her hair in a ponytail as she quickly went down the stairs. She casually walked from the stairs out the front door.

Mason was pulling the largest dune buggy out of the garage into the driveway. Pablo was slowly walking through the garage looking at all the different off road atv’s parked inside.

“You’ve got some pretty cool toys Ms. Schultz.” He said as he tapped the tires on a rock crawling Jeep.

“Thanks. Work hard to play harder. ...You can just call me Emma.” She blushed, he grinned.

She walked over to a cabinet in the garage and grabbed gloves, bandanas, and goggles for them before grabbing her helmet.

“Alright Mister, come here. We’ve gotta find you a helmet.” There was a wall of helmets in the back of the garage. She found one and handed it to him. “How does that feel?” She reached up and wiggled it side to side.

He was grinning from ear to ear as she checked his helmet on her tiptoes. He breathed deep, smelling her perfume, “I think it’s good. It’s not too tight. But it’s snug.”

“Great! Let’s go!” She placed her hands on his chest before turning and walking out of the garage.

“Hello Ma’am.... both tanks are full. The GPS beacon has been turned on. The walkie is ready to go, and base station is on. We’ll be here if you need anything.”

“Thanks Mason!”

Pablo jumped into the passenger seat and buckled in. He patted the drivers seat as she walked towards the buggy. She buckled her helmet and threw on her gloves before hopping in.

They tore off down the driveway cutting sharp off the drive into the desert outside of the gates. They had been driving around for an hour when Emma stopped the buggy by a cliff. The view was spectacular. She shut off the engine and undid her seatbelt. She pulled off her helmet and climbed out. Pablo followed suit and stood next to her looking out over the horizon.

“I can see why you live all the way out here now. This is incredible. Thank you... for having me out here.”

“Yea! You’re welcome. I’m glad you were able to come out. It’s pretty amazing out here.”

“Well an amazing woman deserves an amazing place.”

Emma was so surprised she almost squeaked. She pursed her lips thinking about what to say.

“I’m sorry... I totally understand if you’re not into mixing work and pleasure.” He walked over to the back of the buggy and sat against it.

She swallowed hard and sighed. She marched over in front of him, wrapped her hands around his neck and kissed him. He was so surprised it took him a second to even realize what was happening. But once he did, he wrapped his hands around her waist and pulled her against his body. Her arms slid around his shoulders and neck holding onto him tightly. Deepening the kiss his hands traveled over her body, finding their way to her ass. He lifted her slightly pulling her legs around his waist as they continued making out.

She pulled back, abruptly stopping the kiss, “Pablo, wait.”

He smiled at her and licked his lips. With a soft laugh he said, “No.” before pulling her against him tighter and kissing her.

With one hand holding her against her back, he ran his other hand down her neck, his lips followed, down and across her collar bone. His fingers tugging on her tank top pulling it over her breasts exposing them, before taking one of them into his mouth. He massaged the other with his hand as she arched her back, her hands gripping his broad shoulders.

He stood up, bending over for her feet to reach the ground as his hands slid down her leggings. They continued kissing as she deftly undid his shorts dropping them along with his boxers. Her hand gripped his shaft, her mouth gaped open as his size registered. She swallowed hard as he smirked.

“Come here baby...” he sat back down on the buggy pulling her towards him. He spun her around, her back against his chest, as he kissed the base of neck and massaged her chest. One hand gently slid down between her legs, a groan escaping his lips as he felt how wet she was.

She leaned forward, looking over her shoulder at him. He reached down and positioned himself between her thighs, feeling the slick heat with his thick cap. She slowly backed into him, feeling him stretch and fill her. “Oh god Pablo!”

“Baby wait...” he pushed her hips forward and stood up. He picked her up and placed her where he was sitting and stood between her legs. “I’ve got you Emm...” he kissed her before slowly sliding his erection into her. Immediately her eyes rolled back in her head and her jaw dropped. He finally managed to bottom out and let out a low growl as he did. “Holy shit Emm. Jesus you feel amazing. You doing ok?”

She quickly shook her head yes, only able to moan and breathe heavy. Words had escaped her. Even the slightest movement awoke every nerve ending in her body. By his fourth thrust her first orgasm came. As she clenched around him he groaned and started thrusting faster. Her fingers were digging deep into his back as he built up speed. Her second brought him on the brink. She locked her legs around his waist for leverage as she slammed her hips against him. With another ‘Oh God Pablo’ his body went rigid as he finished inside her. He lowered his face, kissing her as he emptied himself buried balls deep.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me... Holy shit. Marry me.” He muttered, his face buried in her neck.

She laughed softly as she traced her fingers along the back of his neck. Her core was still pulsing as her third and final orgasm waned. They both animalistically groaned as he pulled out. She hopped off the back of the buggy as Pablo stretched. She pulled her pants up and adjusted her top as moved her helmet and collapsed onto the drivers seat.

The radio squawking interrupted their afterglow.

“Base to Schultzy. Base to Schultzy. Over”

“Damnit.” She grumbled as she reached forward pulling the radio out of its holster.

“Schultzy to base. What’s up? Over” She was clearly annoyed.

“Just checking on you Chief. Everything ok? Over”

“All good. Over”

“10-4 Chief. Over and out.”

She placed the radio back in its holster and stood up stretching. She glanced at her watch. “It’s already 5:30. We should probably head back.”

“Yea... you’re probably right.” He seemed bummed out.

He watched her put her gloves and helmet on, almost pouting as he did the same. Without a word they buckled and took off back to the compound. 45 minutes of silence later she slammed on the breaks, and put it in park, killing the engine.

“Are you ok?” She asked.

He pulled off his helmet and seat belt turning towards her.

“No. I’m not ok. I’ve never had sex that amazing. With someone as incredible as you. You’re a fucking unicorn of mythical proportions. I’m so out of my league here. And I don’t want the mind blowing thing we just did to mess up something even more mind blowing that might happen. Does that make sense?!”

Under her helmet she was smirking. On the inside she was worried it was going to be a one and done and he’d make up an excuse to leave and that would be it. But here he was freaking out about the exact same thing.

“Baby... Emm... you’ve gotta say something. I’ve completely come undone. It’s your fault. Either make me the happiest man on Earth or put me out of my misery. Either way, you gotta give me something.”

Just as she was about to calm his fears the radio broke the silence, “Base to Schultzy. Base to Schultzy. Condor has landed. I repeat Condor has landed. Over and out.”

“We’ve gotta get back. Can we please talk about this after dinner?”

“Sure.” He slammed his helmet over his head and buckled as she started the engine. They raced off back to the house.

TBC

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hongism · 4 years

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risky - p.jimin 18+

➻ pairing: jimin x reader

➻ wc: 2.3k im so sorry

➻ genre: fluffy crackhead flirting n smut

➻ rating: nsfw

➻ warnings: public fingering, fingering with rings on, risque~, alcohol involved

➻ summary: you meet jimin in a bar and try to hit on him. it doesn’t end how you thought it would.

➻ @yolokoo asked:

“HEOLO CALYSPOA I WOULD LIKE JIMIN AND COCK(tail) AND HOT COCHOLCATE PLEASE MISS”

➻ @jintobean asked:

“hewwo mIGHT I HAVE SOME WINE AND VODKA FOR mishter jimin where y/n is hitting on him but he’s clueless and thinks y/n is a waiter or something absurd and somehow he ends up liking her and complains that she never made a move. ILY THANK YOU”

➻ a/n: y’all im so sorry idek what happened i have nothing to say for myself tbh

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“Hey, come here often?” You greet with a surprising amount of confidence exuding from your figure. You place one hand on the table, leaning over to look at the man with peach-colored hair. His features are even more stunning up close like this, and you cannot believe that your friend convinced you to do this. You blame the alcohol current running through your system; liquid confidence as some would call it. You have to agree with that statement now, because if you were one hundred percent sober you never would have walked over to this table in the first place.

“O-Oh, not really,” the man stutters in response. A pretty blush paints his round cheeks, a rosy hue that glimmers under the bar’s yellow lights. A wave of arousal rushes to your core just from the sight of the man blushing, and you again blame the damn alcohol in your system.

“That’s such a shame. I was hoping you could show me around some.” You pout and pull your arm off the table to glance at his tablemates. There are two other men with him, although they are far too preoccupied with the drinks in front of them to notice you. The pretty boy laughs, a nervous sound that dies in the din of the bar within moments.

“Co-Could I get some water?” He inquires. “Maybe?”

You don’t know what you’re doing when you say yes. You don’t work here. Hell, you’ve never even been here before. You aren’t wearing any sort of uniform either, but the man must be too tipsy himself to realize that fact. So, in your tipsy state, you agree and spin on your heel to head back to the bar for his requested water.

“Two waters please, bartender,” you request once you reach the wood. Part of you hopes that the man is watching your backside as you move. A one-night stand with the likes of a man that attractive is far too tantalizing for you to pass up, and you can only hope that he feels the same way about you. The bartender passes the drinks your way, and you snatch them up with a bright smile. As you walk back over to the peach haired man, you shoot a wink over to where your friends sit, watching from a distance as you shoot your shot.

“T-Thank you,” the man says as you place one of the waters in front of him.

“Can I join you?” You ask all of a sudden, motioning towards the empty space beside him. The man blinks up at you, and confusion shines clearly on his features. You don’t give him much opportunity to stay confused because you slide across the booth to be beside him. “I’m Y/N, and you are?”

“Oh, uh, Jimin. Park Jimin. Do you – I-I’m sorry, but do you work here?”

“Do I…” You trail off. It’s your turn to be confused and you aren’t sure how this miscommunication started when all you did was try to flirt with the man. “What? No. Uh, it’s my first time ever coming here.”

“Oh! Damn, I-I’m so sorry.”

“No, no, no! It’s totally okay. I’ve been mistaken for worse things than waitress.” You wink as you say the words, and Jimin’s eyes widen as your implications shine through.

“Ah, well, I understand that feeling. Sometimes they aren’t far from the truth though.” Jimin’s words slur a little as he guzzles some water. You watch his Adam’s Apple bop as he swallows, almost wanting to reach out and drag your fingers over the small bulge. You resist thankfully; it would be a terribly strange thing to do especially when he has two friends sitting directly across the table.

“What do you mean?” You ask instead, trying to divert the conversation so that you don’t have to think about touching his milky white skin.

“I’m a male stripper,” Jimin says as though it’s the most casual thing in the world. You choke on air at first then try to recover by gulping down some water, only to choke on that as well. Jimin glances over at you, concern shining clearly in his eyes. “A-Are you okay?” He reaches out to touch your shoulder, fingers meeting bare skin, and it’s like a thousand little jolts of electricity shoot through your whole body. You recover from the coughing fit to stare at him in wonder.

“You – you’re a stripper? I…wow, I never would’ve guessed.”

Jimin all but cackles upon hearing your words. “What on earth makes you say that?”

You flush as his gaze falls over you, a sudden heat to his eyes that has you melting already.

“Y-You just seem… you seem a bit shy.” All the confidence you had earlier dissipates, blown away in the wind by Jimin’s newly revealed nature. His full lips curl into a smirk. It’s almost like he’s treating your interaction like a game, a predator hunting its prey and toying with it before the final meal. Jimin drops a hand to the table and lets it linger near his glass of water. His fingers drum against the wood in no particular rhythm but it feels like your heart is racing along to the same beat.

“Shy, huh? I get that a lot. Many people think that of me prior to seeing me in action.”

“Se-Seeing you in action? Yea, yea, stripping. Yea. In action.” You struggle to get the words out, clothes feeling ten times tighter now, and you press your thighs together at the thought of seeing Jimin in action.

“You’re so cute. Girls like you are so easy to read.” Jimin chuckles and brings a finger under your chin. He lifts it ever so slightly yet you follow the motion like a dog being given a treat. Hot breath ghosts over your lips as he leans closer to you. Just when you think his lips are going to brush over yours, he ducks past your mouth and touches the shell of your ear with his lips instead. “So easy to get hot and bothered with only the slightest glance. It’s adorable.”

You swallow roughly, unable to formulate any proper words. Jimin continues to mouth at your ear. His breath cascades over your skin and causes chills to run down your spine.

“You were so confident when you came to the table, baby girl.” A wave of heat rushes to your core. You clench your thighs together so hard that it hurts but Jimin doesn’t relent. “Where did all that confidence go?” His tongue darts out and drags across your ear. You feel the ball of a piercing running over your skin and have to suppress a moan at the idea of Jimin having a tongue piercing.

One of Jimin’s hands snakes down from the table and hesitates over your thigh.

“Is this okay?” He asks, voice almost husky. You give a subtle nod. You’re far too wary of the two men sitting across the table. While they don’t seem interested in what you and Jimin are doing, you know that could change in the blink of an eye, and you don’t want to risk them seeing you in this state. Still, you have to admit that there is a certain rush to being caught with Jimin’s hand rushing up your thigh. “Words, baby girl. I can’t read your mind.”

“Yes,” you whisper as quietly as you can. Jimin’s fingers clench around your thigh once you mutter the word, cold metal from his rings a sharp contrast to the warmth of his fingers. You whimper ever so slightly. Jimin picks up on it, a low chuckle passing through his lips as he watches you squirm under his touch.

“God, you’re so adorable when flustered like this,” he hisses against your ear. As he speaks, his hand travels further up your thigh, slipping under the material of your dress to find the source of your arousal. His fingers brush over the damp spot on your underwear, and you release another small noise. “I want to see you unravel under my touch.”

Your teeth sink into your quivering lip, trying to keep any further sounds at bay. Embarrassment burns at your skin, and Jimin’s touch persists, dragging over the damp spot with the lightest pressure. It’s enough to be teasing and cause small shocks of pleasure to radiate from your core every once in a while.

All of a sudden Jimin sits back and reaches for his water with his free hand. The other one pushes your panties to the side, revealing your sopping core. He doesn’t hesitate in dipping his fingers into your heat and pushes past the thick strands of arousal to reach your hole. All the while, he sips at his water as though nothing else is going on. Once he takes a large gulp, he faces you again, this time with a teasing smirk to his lips.

“So, Y/N, what do you do for a living?” He asks. Your eyes widen in shock at the question, baffled that he even wants to attempt conversation while his fingers are in your pussy like this. You neglect to respond for a few moments. Jimin’s lips curve down ever so slightly, and his fingers pull away from your heat. You desperately try to keep them in place with your own but he swats your hand away before you can. A high-pitched whine escapes you. Jimin’s eyes grow darker as lust washes over him.

“I-I, uh, I’m–” You can barely speak because as soon as you begin to, Jimin’s fingers push back against your core, one finger dipping into you while his ringed thumb toys at your clit. “I work at a clothing store. Retail. I’m in graduate school full-time.”

“Ah, a smart woman.” Jimin smiles. He turns to the men sitting across the table as he drags his ring over your clit in small circular motions. “Guys, this is Y/N. I think you both were too preoccupied with your drinks to meet her.”

You can’t believe that he’s introducing you while he is knuckle deep in your pussy, but it’s painfully obvious that he intends to carry out an entire conversation while like this just based upon the persistence of his touch.

“H-Hi,” you manage to stutter out. You cannot bear to look the two men in the eye, the burning shame of what’s going on under the table too much to handle.

“What did you say you were studying at graduate school, Y/N?” Jimin asks. He tilts his head in your direction. A playful gleam flashes across his eyes as he pushes a second finger into your core. The curve of his rings drags against your walls, and you instinctively clench around him.

“U-Uh, biology. I’m doing – studying biology.”

“Oh wow! That sounds super neat!” One of Jimin’s companions says, a broad smile stretching across his lips. You mean to respond with a smile of your own but the moment your lips part, Jimin curls his fingers in you and draws out a faint whine. You bite down on your tongue so hard that you think you might bleed. Neither man across the table comments, leading you to believe that they either didn’t notice or are choosing not to embarrass you in the open like this.

You can see Jimin’s lips curling into another devilish smirk as he hears your small noise. He curls his fingers even more, brushing against your sweet spot. He knows that he’s hit it by the way your breath hitches.

“So what do you wanna do with biology? Do you have any plans yet?” The same man persists in talking to you yet you want to do anything except talking at the moment because Jimin is bringing you closer and closer to the edge with his ministrations.

“I, uh, just you know…” You trail off to swallow roughly. Jimin’s fingers continue to fuck into you. “I w-wanna do something in the marine biology field! But if that doesn’t work out I’m u-using biology as a safety – ah, a safety net.” You nearly squeal as you conclude your sentence. Jimin brings you closer and closer to an orgasm, and you can almost taste it. It’s dangling in front of you. You zone out as the man across from you continues speaking, focused solely on chasing your orgasm. Then –

Nothing. Jimin’s touch disappears. He pulls his fingers out of you, flicks your underwear back in place, and acts as though he didn’t just finger you to near completion in the booth at some dingy bar. You whip your head in his direction, and he’s staring back at you with equal tenacity. A moment of silence passes. You can feel the heated stares of the men across the table but pay them no mind in favor of looking at Jimin.

“If you’ll excuse us both, I promised to take Y/N home tonight. She needs to go to bed early tonight, what with school and work.” Jimin nudges you out of the booth with his fingers that are still coated in the juices of your arousal. The look in his eyes tells you that you won’t be sleeping early at all tonight.

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kaiwritess · 4 years

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Hey! Can i request a scenario where Tsukishima like really likes this girl and she is the co manager of the team or something and when they are on the bus to a game she sits kinda between him and Suga and falls asleep on Sugas shoulder and he gets kinda jealous and the team starts to tease Suga and Tsuki about it? U might change this a lil, first time i am requesting something >~

In Between || Tsukishima Kei x Reader

> Word Count: 854

> Warnings/Genre: Fluff(?)

> Summary: Sitting in between Sugawara and the boy you like, Tsukishima Kei, may have not been the smartest idea.

> Note: Definitely not my best work haha,, hope you enjoy :)

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You were a first-year manager for the Karasuno volleyball team. Never in a million years did you think that would happen. Your best friend Yachi, was a manager before you. After settling down with the team, she had suggested you become one too. If it weren’t for her, you’d definitely be at home dreaming about the boy you were infatuated with. Sometimes, the universe draws out a wild card. In this case, that card landed you a seat between Sugawara Koushi and of course, the person who you had feelings for, Tsukishima Kei.

“Thanks again for letting me sit with you guys! I don’t know why Kiyoki-san and Yachi won’t let me sit with them,” you turned back, only to see the two girls giggling. Huffing, you rolled your eyes and crossed your arms in annoyance.

“It’s nothing, really. I’d be a bad upperclassman if I didn’t let you sit with us,” Sugawara smiled warmly.

“Can you move over? You’re awfully close to me n’ I don’t like it,” Tsukishima grumbled, turning his face towards the window.

“Be nice Tsuki!” the silver-haired boy scolded. Humiliated by the encounter, you shuffled closer to Sugawara.

“Sorry,” you muttered. “But you do know that you’re free to sit somewhere else, right? Go sit with Yams if I’m bothering you too much,” you said, unaware of Tsukishima’s bright red face.

“I would’ve if you hadn’t tutored Yamaguchi for the whole night. He literally got 2 hours of sleep, and we have a match today!” he shot back, pinching the bridge of his nose in both frustration and embarrassment.

Before you became a manager, Tsukishima paid no attention to you. You were merely a peer, nothing more and nothing less. However, his whole perspective of you shifted when you joined the team. He found that you were tolerable and someone worth talking to. Short conversations turned into friendly banters and hour-long talks. Soon enough, he had grown a soft-spot for you. Had he recognized his feelings sooner, situations would be different. Unfortunately for him, he suppressed his emotions, resulting in an out-of-control hormonal feeling towards you. You didn’t need to know that though. Tsukishima understood and accepted deep down that he didn’t have the guts to tell you anytime soon. Being friends was good enough for now.

The bus ride was rather quiet. Maybe pulling an all-nighter the day before was not the smartest idea. You were beyond exhausted, and the peaceful atmosphere was not helping you out. Sleeping sounded nice, but you knew that would result in an unfavorable position with one of the boys. Maybe if you closed your eyes for a second…

“Oh my!” Sugawara was startled by the sudden head on his shoulder.

“Idiot. I told her pulling an all-nighter wasn’t a good idea,” Tsukishima shook his head.

“Go easy on her, Tsuki. She’s tired, that’s all,” Suga whispered, not wanting to wake you up.

A pang of jealousy washed over him. How come your head was on Sugawara’s and not his? “Whatever.”

The silence was interrupted by none other than Tanaka himself. “Oh Suga-kun! Since when were you and Y/N close?” Sugawara turned around and looked up, only to see Tanaka hovering above him with a mischievous grin.

“What’s this?” Nishinoya popped up next to him, holding a phone. “This would be a great candid!” he laughed, snapping a quick picture of your sleeping figure.

“Come on guys! I’m going to smack you if you don’t delete it right now!” Sugawara warned.

“Yea, quit it. It’s so uncool of you guys to do that.” Tsukishima glared at Nishinoya. “Delete it,” he said, in a calm but scary manner.

“Loosen up Tsuki! You gotta be more light-hearted sometimes,” Tanaka laughed.

“Can’t you see? Tsukishima has a crush on Y/N. That’s why he’s being so protective of her!” Nishinoya examined the photo. “Darn it! It’s blurry,” he sighed, deleting the picture. Tsukishima was speechless.

“Is it that obvious?” he questioned himself.

“You know I’m right! I feel like you should tell her soon… ya never know what could happen,” Nishinoya shrugged.

Awakened by the ruckus, you slowly opened your eyes, only to realize your head was on Sugawara’s shoulder.

“Oh my gosh I didn’t even realize I fell asleep! Ahh I’m so sorry!!” you bolted straight up.

“Don’t mind, don’t mind,” he waved his hands dismissively. Snickers could be heard from… above? Looking up, you saw Nishinoya and Tanaka trying their best to hold in their laughs.

“Really?” you raised an eyebrow, irritated by the scene unfolding in front of your eyes.

“I know right?” Tsukishima shook his head.

Sugawara stood up from his seat and hit the both of them on their heads. Their faces turned gray as they slowly sat down.

“That should do it,” Sugawara chuckled. He turned back to face you. “Hey, I don’t care if you sleep on my shoulder by the way!”

“…right,” your face was still bright red. Just as you thought nothing could get more embarrassing, Tsukishima’s voice filled the air.

“Next time you want to sleep, you should sleep on my shoulder. It’s much more comfortable.”

“I-“

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Thanks for reading!

- Kai

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feastofcadavers · 3 years

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Water would arrive sooner than later, with Sandwich being as swift and excitable without a moment to spare for anything to get her down. The slicer and the scientist began exchanging words with one another, yet... There was next to nothing that would pass through the violinist's mind. Consider him still frazzled, even whilst his meal- which thankfully his mind was too out of it to consider gruesome at the moment- was being eaten away upon. And past eating, he still stared down upon the plate that would behold nothing but crumbs. He blinked slowly, head devoid of possible thoughts...

"Are you finished with your meal?" The scientist spoke slower than their usual tone as if taking caution. Mint's gaze was slow to rise to the other, and despite how he didn't exactly hear the whole question in his head, he was able to give a silent nod and barely raise a smile. "Understood. We are going to be leaving soon if you are ready, so I suggest you close your eyes and hold on so you do not have to see..." Aloe's voice trailed for just a moment, gaze pointing towards the door, "...that room again." There was a chill over the violinist at the mere acknowledgment of what had sent him into this state, but... He closed his eyes and made a motion for Aloe to come and hold his hand.

Despite being without sight, he could almost visualize where the two in the space he and Aloe traversed through. It wasn't the best thing to seek sight of, but it wasn't as if his mind was going to be working with him for a while. Not until they left this accursedly friendly building, at least... Which thankfully would be sooner than later. Though before the two of them would be in the public eye, Mint would nudge the researcher. "Hmm?" Wordlessly, the musician would offer their overcoat back... Which was accepted. "Right... How foolish of me to almost forget..." Without it, their wings could have possibly been seen. With that catch over, the two would continue.

"You may open your eyes now..." And thus he would, adjusting to the light of the sandwich shop. When his eyes would come to, they'd land upon the happy-as-ever owner of the establishment. Or, at least, he assumed she was the owner. Perhaps he shouldn't be making assumptions... Though it was not as if this little one was going to matter, considering they were going to be on their way out sooner than later. Sandwich grinned at the both of them, happily handing over a typical brown paper bag and a slip of folded paper to the taller of the duo. "That's all you need! The instructions to get to Truffie are on the lil slip of paper, so try not to lose it!" There was a laugh from Sammy, one that would at least bring the violinist slightly back to being 'here'. "I'm sure she'll love your company, since she's always happy to see me and Spinny!" She chirped, and for a brief moment, Mint could almost swear that smile of hers had infected Aloe. Though it very well could have just been him...

...Yea, it was probably just him. Aloe would never smile so easily, from what he knows of them.

"We thank you for your services. If we have the chance, perhaps we will return." "Oh, I sure hope so! You two were delights to have!" "Mhm."

And thus, squeezing Mint's hand just a smidge tighter, Aloe would quietly guide him out of the shop. Ah. It was warmer than before... Or was that just because the inside of the shop was cooler? Mint couldn't exactly tell at the moment, but perhaps this walk could put his mind into a bit more focus. "Um..." His voice was barely above a whisper, "Which way are we heading? I'm good with directions if you, ah, need me to help..." The researcher felt a small twinge of sympathy, seeing the shorter peer up at them. It almost reminded them of what Co was like when- Ugh, they need to stop with the reminders, hope or not. They fumbled with the piece of paper in their hands, pulling it up and scanning over it with their various eyes. "I should be able to read the directions just fine. We're making a right here, and continuing onward until we pass by the music shop, then we take a left... So on and so forth."

"So, um, you can still read despite the whole..." Mint made a half-hearted motion towards his own eyes, to which he earned a small scoff from Aloe. "They have been like this for longer than the stay I had at that damned mansion... I have adjusted accordingly." And as curious as Mint was, he held back just in case prying into this was something that would accidentally irritate the other. "Now, let us get going... It would be best for us to arrive before dark. I am unsure how soon it will arrive, so the sooner we make it to that 'Truffle' individual's place, the better." There was a quiet 'mhm' from the musician that would follow, and... Quiet footsteps would trail away from the store as another round of traveling would take place.

A rather uneventful round of traveling, that is. The only thing that dared to stick out to Mint was the aforementioned music store. The duo at the shop, the white-haired one and the one that appeared to be a biker of some kind, were still with one another. Seems like the pale-haired fellow was a guitar player of sorts... He played decently well, too. Mint wished he could stop and listen to more, but Aloe's pace seemed too intent to try and stop for some silly musical session. Even so, it lightened his mood, if just a little.

...

Though it took some time, and Mint's legs were beginning to grow sore, he and the scientist would finally arrive at what they were led to. With a stone path leading up to it, the mansion seemed to seep with the aura of a place of danger. It was nowhere near as welcoming as the mansion that Rouguefort led, with trees with dried and dead bark reaching high into the sky, the tombstones that held a surprising lack of dust upon it, and... Well, the mysterious wind didn't match what the weather felt to be at all. There was not a single cloud in the sky and the sun was only now beginning to make its way down towards the horizon line.

Mint examined the place with an expression of both curiosity and cautious incredulousness. "This place looks like some type of horror movie location..." He'd murmur, to which the scientist couldn't help but agree. "Even without nightfall, it seems this place is the resting place for many... Either this, or the woman who lives here enjoys the Hallowed Month far more than the average individual. But even so, we were told to come here for a delivery, and it would be rude to simply leave the request unanswered after being given a free meal."

"Since when did you begin caring about being courteous to tho- Ah-?!"

In the blink of an eye, and with some crackling and fleeting light in the air left by something that moved too fast for either to catch, a sudden rush of something- someone, mayhaps- went past the both of them. Mint practically latched onto Aloe, though uh... Once the sudden situation had passed as fast as it arrived, the violinist was quick to clear his throat and move away, even letting go of the other's hand.

"...It seems we just lost the delivery." Mint blinked at those words, gaze darting to Aloe's hands to find that they were, unfortunately, empty. "So... Someone just decided to steal a sandwich? A morbid one, too? That's... A strange thing to steal... Who- or what- would even do that?" The question would be contemplated between the two, though... Footsteps of heels against pavement interrupted the two. Blinking, Mint raised his gaze, with Aloe following suit, to the figure that stood upon the mansion's open porch.

The voice that spoke was raspy, yet sweet. It was reminiscent of a caretaker that would reach out to aid a town rather than just its kin. "Are you two lost?" The figure would ask, hands held at her front in a rather polite manner. "Whether or not you are, you both seem like troubled souls... Perhaps you two should come in? I have tea already prepared, and wouldn't mind sharing with some dear guests..."

"Is... Is that Truffle?" Mint whispered, a hand cupped over his mouth to ensure only Aloe would hear. It was obvious that he was whispering by this motion, but the woman before the both of them only seemed to smile. "It seems so," the researcher murmured back, "though even if that foodie found her fine... We should take caution... While still accepting her offer." From there, Aloe would turn to the one that stood above them both, giving a minor bow towards her.

"We will gladly accept your offering. Please, do lead us inside... We were guided by a woman by the name of Sandwich."

"Oh, Sammy, you say? Then come in, come in! Any dear friend of her is a dearest friend of mine."

#mint choco cookie #sandwich cookie #aloe cookie #feastofcadavers #🎻 the court's conflicted #🌵 the rabid researcher #🥪 the eccentric slicer #truffle cookie #🕸️ the spiders' gifted #📝 written scriptures #// pardon this update being quite late- it seems the teller of the tale was quite wrapped up! Perhaps in some spider webs- ahaha

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horansqueen · 4 years

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You & Me : chapter 47

A Niall Horan fanfiction ; rated MA

Sequel to AM CONVERSATIONS

CHAPTER 1 || CHAPTER 2 || CHAPTER 3 || CHAPTER 4 || CHAPTER 5 || CHAPTER 6 || CHAPTER 7 || CHAPTER 8 || CHAPTER 9 || CHAPTER 10 || CHAPTER 11 || CHAPTER 12 || CHAPTER 13 || CHAPTER 14 || CHAPTER 15 || CHAPTER 16 || CHAPTER 17 || CHAPTER 18 || CHAPTER 19 || CHAPTER 20 || CHAPTER 21 || CHAPTER 22 || CHAPTER 23 || CHAPTER 24 || CHAPTER 25 || CHAPTER 26 || CHAPTER 27 || CHAPTER 28 || CHAPTER 29 || CHAPTER 30 || CHAPTER 31 || CHAPTER 32 || CHAPTER 33 || CHAPTER 34 || CHAPTER 35 || CHAPTER 36 || CHAPTER 37 || CHAPTER 38 || CHAPTER 39 || CHAPTER 40 || CHAPTER 41 || CHAPTER 42 || CHAPTER 43 || CHAPTER 44 || CHAPTER 45 || CHAPTER 46

NOTES:

-one chapter is her pov, the next is his -4k -im sorry, i never proofread, i hate it. -there WILL be smut. but not only smut. -this is a romance, comedy, smut story. -for the summary, check my MASTERLIST.

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- notes: last filler chapter. the next 3 chapters are all planned. this is the end omg im so sad! i love you guys so much for sticking to this story! thank you so so much! the others chapters will be separated in two so i can write each POVs :)

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Chapter 47 : His chapter

NIALL

October 2018

Tour was finally over and we were back home. We had decided to get back to California for a while, if only to spend some time with friends and relax. I knew Olivia wanted to be around Louis and I just enjoyed being in LA for obvious reasons. Things had never been better between us but at least once a day, I could feel the ring I bought burning in my pocket or whispering to me from my underwear drawer. It always felt like the right time to get on one knee and ask her and at the same time, it also never felt like it was the perfect moment. I knew it was ridiculous because I was pretty sure she wanted to spend her life with me, but I was scared of being rejected, I was scared of what a 'no' would do to us and to our relationship. So many times, I had looked in her eyes and almost dropped down on one knee to ask her to be my wife, but I never did. I liked to believe I hadn't asked her yet because I knew she deserved something bigger than just me giving her a ring in a hotel room while we're waiting for our ride to the airport, but it was definitely not the biggest problem. I was just fucking scared and every time the words were about to come out of my mouth, I'd swallow them. I had no idea who I was trying to fool : Olivia was never the type to enjoy attention or extravagant things. She was reserved and private, pretty much like me, and I knew my proposal didn't have to be anything wild. It could be simple, and cheesy, and as long as I could find the right words, it would be perfect.

I heard the key in the lock and it took me out of my thoughts, pushing away my inner confusion. I waited until the door opened and she appeared, making my lips curl. She made a quick head movement but everything seemed to go on slow motion, like in a movie, and i watched her hair fly behind her shoulder. I was in it so deep I almost groaned and grimaced at how cheesy I was.

"Hey babe, what are you doing?"

I breathed in deeply, realizing I had completely stopped, and sent her a smile, licking my lips.

"Waiting for you like the loser I am." I half-joked before chuckling. "You were with Louis? How's he?"

She smiled at me and took a step closer, tilting her head. "First off, you're not a loser. You're cute. You're sweet. You're super endearing." she just said, staring at me fondly. Her expression changed and she glanced down, sucking on her bottom lip before putting her purse next to the couch. "I was not with... I didn't spend the night with Louis."

I frowned, waiting for her to continue and when her eyes met mine, I knew it was bad.

"I went to dinner with Dylan."

My lips parted and my heart jumped in my chest. I was never the jealous type and I was not about to start now, right? Then why did something seemed to stir in my stomach? Why was there a lump in my throat that had seemed to appear suddenly?

"No way, tell me you're kiddin'."

"Niall, please-"

"No, don't act like this is normal and that I'm stupid to be angry." i cut her, shaking my head. "I can't believe you spent all this time alone with Dylan."

She sighed again and sat on the couch, rubbing her hands on her eyes. I walked closer and dived my hands in my pockets, trying to remain calm but the truth was, I was hurt and I was not sure what all of this meant. All I knew was that I felt betrayed and I could barely believe we'd have to go through something like this again. This time, the roles seemed to be reversed but I didn't want this to break us.

"Obviously, you knew it was wrong since you purposely omitted to tell me." I continued, pressing my lips together to be sure I wouldn't let out a mean remark. "Why did you do that to me, Liv?"

It took her a few seconds but she finally got up very slowly, right in front of me. Her body was close, so close I could feel the warmth of it on my skin, but I just stared in her eyes, feeling my heart soften at the way she was looking at me.

"I don't love him, you know it." she expressed in a soft tone. "I don't love anyone but you. He's still my friend, and also my co-worker. I probably shouldn't have gone with him, especially not without telling you, but... I don't know, Niall."

I stared at her for what felt like an hour as I tried to calm the beatings of my heart and finally passed one of my hands in my hair and sat down on the couch. She turned around to face me but remained up as I shook my head.

"I'm not going to tell you who you can and can't be friends with, and I do trust you." I let out carefully. "But Olivia, how would you feel if i came back here one night and told you I spent the evening with Heidi?"

I could feel her body tense near mine but I didn't look up at her. I waited and eventually, she sat next to me and reached for my hand on my thigh, squeezing my fingers with both her hands.

"I'd feel betrayed, and sad, and... and hurt." she admitted. "I'm sorry Niall, it was wrong of me."

I brought my other hand and placed it over hers, squeezing her hand and brushing my thumb on the top of it.

"If it can reassure you though, Dylan is seeing someone." she added, making me look up in her eyes. "A pretty blonde. Actress too. Not your type, obviously, but I think they really fit."

"Not my type?" I repeated in an amused tone, raising my eyebrows. "Says who?"

"Your dating history." she explained with a chuckle. "She's a small cute blonde and you like tall and sexy brunettes."

I pressed my lips together again and shook my head. "Naa, that's not true anymore." I just shrugged, making her frown. "I just like one sexy brunette."

She laughed and tilted her head. "You're crazy, I'm not sex-"

I cut her by pressing my palm against her mouth and raising my eyebrows, moving slightly closer. My eyes roamed on her again as something jumped in my stomach. I wanted to ask her to marry me at this exact moment. I wanted to tell her she was everything I needed in this life and that my heart was aching for her to become my wife. Instead, I breathed in and finally swallowed.

"Don't argue with me. You're sexy." I whispered before moving my hand away very slowly. "And I love you."

She licked her lips and the left corner of her lips raised up. "Your love is blinding you." she whispered, moving closer to brush her lips against mine. "But I appreciate it. I love you too."

She kissed me so gently that if I had closed my eyes, it would have felt unreal, and when she pulled away, I saw her facial expression change.

"I'm sorry, Niall. That won't ever happen again." she apologized gently in a soft tone.

"I know." I whispered before suddenly realizing something. "Hey, does that mean he broke up with Heidi?"

Her lips curled and she shrugged. "Yea, that's what he told me tonight. I feel a bit sorry for her, she's been through a lot in the past few weeks."

I stared at her for a few seconds, surprised by her words but at the same time a bit impressed. The fact that she could be empathetic even to people who were mean to her was something I appreciated. Of course, we hadn't been too kind to Heidi either and Liv was not wrong, she had been through a lot, even if it was not all on us and that she had put us through a lot too. Still, I felt my lips curl and she tilted her head before sighing as she turned her upper body my way.

"It's horrible what we all did to each other, don't you think?"

My traits softened and I nodded. "It is." I admitted in a low tone. "Let's just use this so we never do that again."

Her lips curled a bit and she licked them slowly as I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her closer to me. Her arms slithered around my neck and I sent her an amused smile.

"It won't ever happen again." she confessed, tilting her chin up. "I plan to spend the rest of my life with you, and only you."

Her words made me chuckle and I raised my eyebrows, still looking at her, "Oh what a coincidence, I plan the same with you."

I brought one of my hands to her cheek before pressing my forehead against hers. She breathed in deeply and closed her eyes. It made me smile and gently, I rubbed my nose against hers, making her chuckle low.

"Shower?" I proposed in a low tone.

"Mm no, a bath. Together."

I laughed a bit but we ended up in the bathroom together as she filled the tub with warm water. I let my eyes roam on her as she got undressed, leaving her clothes on the cold tiles, and when her eyes met mine, she raised her eyebrows. The left corner of my lips raised up into a cheeky smile and she just shook her head but I took a step closer, placing my hands on her waist and making her smile too.

"Fifteen minutes without thinking about sex. Please." she asked, tilting her head and making me laugh.

"But you're just standing naked in front of me I mean..."

"Niall James Horan, you're not sixteen anymore, you can be around a naked girl without feeling the need to shag her, i'm sure!"

"Around any other girl, yea, but when it's you..." I let out, half-joking and making her roll her eyes.

"Come on, get naked too." she let out as she started working on my pants. I helped her take them off and before she could do it, I grabbed the bottom of my shirt and pulled it over my head, letting fall on the pile of her clothing on the floor. "Alright, seeing you in your usual white boxers does something to me." she admitted, bringing her hand to my cock over my boxers and biting her bottom lip.

"Look who's all horny now." I laughed as she got on her tiptoes to kiss my lips, letting go of me and smiling against my mouth. "Come on, get in the tub."

After a few minutes, I was sitting in the tub, legs spread, and she was sitting between them, her back leaned against my chest. I didn't remember us ever doing that before but I enjoyed it a lot more that I thought I would. We started talking and laughing together and it was exactly like when we were younger and we'd spend all night talking together. Well, almost : the younger versions of us were definitely not naked.

"I can't believe we're dating again." she let out after a while as her thumb brushed gently on my arm. "If someone had told me that a few months ago, I wouldn't have believed it. Who would have thought?"

"Me." I replied before she moved slightly to look at me. "I mean, I wrote 'you and me' about that. I knew we were meant to be, and I've always known I wanted to spend my life with you."

I knew this discussion could go wrong but I had to be honest about all of this.

"I could have refused, you know. I could have been over you by then." she argued calmly. "I thought I was. But then you appeared with that stupid gorgeous mug of yours, that fucking insane smile and those ridiculously incredible eyes..." She shook her head. "I had no chance to win that fight."

I let out a loud laugh and she tilted her head to reach my chin with her lips, leaving a small kiss on my skin.

"When I found out you were getting married... I started doubting everything." I admitted, looking down at my hand moving slowly to bring warm water on her skin after seeing her shiver. "I thought maybe it was too late. But I couldn't seem to give up."

We remained silent for a while until she grabbed my hand and squeezed my fingers tight. "I'm glad you didn't."

"Me too." I whispered. "And I feel so lucky that you gave me an other chance."

Once again, she turned around slightly but this time, I moved my chin down to kiss her lips.

"We don't even have an anniversary date." she pointed out, raising her eyebrows at me.

"Of course we do! It's April 16th of this year."

I felt my heart jump at my words and held my breath. April 16th was the day I bought that promise ring for her in Paris. It was when I decided that I wanted to marry her and that I would ask her to be my wife. Since that day, I had almost asked her so many times I couldn't count anymore. I hadn't dropped on one knee yet but I knew that I would at some point, and April 16th was the day I realized that. Some days I would bring the ring with me in my pocket, some other days it would stay in one of the drawers in our room, but it was always in the back of my mind. I obviously couldn't tell her that and when she turned around an other time to frown at me, I suddenly remembered something she had said.

"Y-Yea, I mean you don't remember?" I stammered. "There was an article about that earring you gave me and you said that you didn't care that people knew we were together."

We had also mentioned not being official the day after, I remembered that too. but I decided not to mention it. I was pretty sure she had mentioned that we were together but I was also aware it was probably just a bad choice of words. She was right, we didn't have an anniversary date, but I hoped that it would become that date if only because it was a big day for me and I hoped it would become a big day for her, too.

"I don't remember, but I trust you." she just shrugged before her lips curled. "Alright, April 16th, then."

I felt my heart jump in my chest and I kissed her gently but firmly again, making her chuckle against my mouth. I could have spent the whole night with her body pressed on me as we chilled in hot water but after a while, we got out, dried ourselves and got back to our room to put on pajamas.

"I'll make us some tea." she proposed as we walked back to the living room and she finally disappeared in the kitchen.

I sat on the couch and started looking for the remote on the coffee table. I was about to give up when something caught my eyes and I grabbed her notebook. It was similar to mine but of a different color and I knew she wrote ideas for her tv show or her future book in it. I was about to ignore it when I realized it was open and I could have sworn I had seen my surname. Without thinking, I grabbed it and a smile appeared quickly on my face when I saw 'Olivia Horan' scribbled everywhere on a page, surrounded by hearts and stars. It seemed like she had tried to create a signature with her future name and it made me think about the ring in my drawer. If I was scared she wouldn't accept, that notebook was a good clue that her answer would probably be positive. I put it away when I heard noise and leaned against the couch as I watched her walk slowly up to me to make sure she wouldn't spill our hot beverages and I thanked her as I grabbed a mug. She sat next to me and our eyes met before our lips curled. I couldn't believe how happy I was.

"I love you, Niall. I'm... I'm glad we're dating now." she admitted before taking a sip.

"Me too, petal. I'm happy you accepted to be my girlfriend again."

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December 2018

When Liv told me she was spending the day with Julia, I was a bit surprised, but the truth was, I enjoyed the fact that these two got along so well. She said she wouldn't be home late but I knew how she could get and when Louis proposed that we grabbed a bite (and a few pints, of course) together, I jumped on the occasion.

I knew Louis had become Olivia's best friend and even if we used to be very close, I was fine with that. Somehow, they had been through a lot together, and I knew it was partially my fault : they probably wouldn't be that close if I hadn't broken up with Liv. Of course, they'd still be friends, since they were before we broke up, but I knew their pain brought them closer and it was obvious that nothing could tear them apart now.

I was also slowly but surely getting over the fact that Louis and her had sex a few times. I was not sure how often but I was sure I didn't want to know and anyway, i couldn't blame her or him. It had happened and I had to live with that fact. Besides, I knew there was nothing between them anymore.

I smiled when I saw Louis walk in the restaurant and got up to hug him before we both sat back down. We ordered beer and when we got them, we clinked our glasses together and drank half of it. It was weird to think I was with Olivia's best friend and she was actually hanging out with mine, but the fact that we appreciated each other's entourage was perfect.

"So, Neil, how are things for you?" he asked, playing with his beer and turning it around in his hands. "Where's my queen tonight?"

I chuckled and rolled my eyes, amused. "Your queen is with Julia, but she's not supposed to come back home too late. She'll text me. Where's El?"

"Gone for a few days."

"Ah. That's why you called me." I pointed out before laughing when I saw his face. "It's ok Tommo, I get it."

"I'm thinking you're ding quite well these days." he pointed out, ignoring my last comment. "When are you gonna pop the question?"

I almost choked on my beer and wiped my mouth on my shoulder before swallowing hard and making Louis laugh.

"We've just been taking bets on that." he continued, shrugging a shoulder.

"We?" I raised my eyebrows.

"Liam and I. Trying to bring Harry in it but he says it's none of our business."

"I've always thought Harry was the smartest of my bandmates." I joked, making Louis laugh again.

"Oh yea, you definitely thought that when he was balls deep in your best friend's fanny right?"

"Shut up, Tommo!" I frowned as he laughed again. "He probably shagged her less times than you did."

Louis took an other big sip of his drink. "Touché." he shrugged again before chuckling. "Not sure what it says about the relationship they had, though."

I raised my nose up in a grimace and drank what was left of my beer. I didn't really want to have this discussion and I decided to change the subject.

"Well, I don't know which bet you took, but I hope you lose." I admitted as I looked through my pocket, taking out the ring and placing it right in the middle of the table.

Louis' eyes got bigger and he moved closer, bending down to look it it without daring to touch it. I stopped the waitress to order us two other beers and a few shots and when I turned back to my friend. he was still staring at the ring like he didn't know what it was. I snatched it quickly, taking him out of his thoughts, and put it in my little finger to stare at it.

"I've thought about asking her so many times." I confessed, my eyes still on the ring. "But it never feels like the right time."

"I know you're a romantic man, Niall but... will there ever be a right time?" Louis said gently, making me sigh. "Aren't you just a bit scared that she'll say no and leave?"

I groaned and closed my eyes before raising my nose up in a grimace again. "Maybe."

He was right, I knew it, but at the same time, i wanted to make it special for her. I wanted it to be something that she'd remember forever, something she couldn't forget even if she tried. I wanted to express my feelings to her and tell her everything she wanted and needed to hear, just to make her happy. I had tried to write down the right words but everything seemed cliché and cheesy.

"Do it. She's your soulmate. I can't make up a scenario in my head where she'd actually say 'no'." he continued. "I think deep down, you know I'm right."

I looked up and sighed again, putting the ring back in my pocket.

"I don't know anymore, I just don't want to take her for granted, you know?" I shrugged. "I've done that before and it messed up everything. Never again."

"That doesn't mean you can't be confident and believe in the love she has for you."

I frowned a bit as I stared at him. "Are you trying to win your bet against Liam by making me ask Olivia to marry me?"

"No." Louis chuckled, leaning against his chair. "I just think you've been hesitant for too long. When exactly did you buy this ring?"

"Mm, well, about, 8 months ago?"

Just saying it out loud sounded ridiculous. Had I been waiting that long? It was almost pathetic. How scared of rejection could a guy be? Seriously. I had never reacted like that in anything I did before, and I was always the confident type, but asking Olivia to marry me was something that made me so nervous I could feel my hands sweat and I passed one of them in my hair.

"8 months? Are you fucking insane? How did you manage to keep that secret?"

"I don't even know." I mumbled in a low tone, staring at my glass, not daring to check Louis' amused expression.

"Niall, we're talking about Olivia. The girl you've known all your life, the girl who's been in love with you since the very first day she found out what love was. Put your big boy pants on and pop the fucking question before that fucking ring starts to get rusty!"

"It's made of gold...."

He rolled his eyes and kicked me under the table, making me groan again as I moved my leg away. Damn, that kid could kick.

"Don't be a fookin' idiot, mate, and just ask her."

I finally looked up in his eyes and he raised his eyebrows at me. He was right but at the same time, I didn't know when I should do it. I wanted to do something special, or at least slightly romantic, but all I could think about were ugly clichés from movies. Nothing original came to mind and it was driving me insane.

"Alright. Soon." I gave in. "I'll do it soon."

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* here’s something i thought of, featuring the Undertale crew!

* minus Frisk, Flowey, MK, and Temmie

* basically, im listing what they want/look for in a partner, using the seven SOUL traits to summarize

Sans - Patience

He likes taking a relationship slowly, without rushing

There’s also another reason

He still has major trust issues and can hold a grudge for a very long time

Being the judge of the Underground led to Sans being able to mask his emotions very well

His personality does change subtly around friends but other than that, it’s hard to tell if he likes you romantically or not

Stick around long enough and maybe something will change ;)

Mistreating Papyrus is an instant dealbreaker, however!

Papyrus - Perseverance

Papyrus crushes very easily and isn’t the best at interpreting emotions

Like Sans, it’s probably going to take some time for him to realize that he loves you

Papyrus also prefers someone who can match his energy and passion

And go on chaotic adventures with him

You have no idea how many times he’s almost been arrested

Please keep him out of trouble-

Despite his chaotic nature, Papyrus cares a lot about his brother. Mistreating Sans is a major dealbreaker.

Gaster - Paitence

The void was not a friendly place

Dark, empty, and silent, Gaster grew to reflect that

When you first meet Gaster, he’ll definitely come off as cold and unwelcoming

I know I’m going to say this a lot, but patience really is important

While he’s not as closed off as his Fell counter part, it’s still going to take a while for Gaster to actually trust you

If you prove yourself to be patient and intelligent, then who knows what will happen~

Undyne - Justice

Going through Waterfall with only a tutu is one thing, but facing the head of the Royal Guard herself?

She’ll never admit it, but Undyne secretly admires your courage, even if you’re a bit reckless at times

Speaking of recklessness, what were you thinking stopping to help Monster Kid she could have killed you in one blow and-

Yea, Undyne will never stop nagging you about that but she appreciates your strong morals

Adding to the list of things she’ll never tell you

Alphys - Bravery

Alphys x Undyne haha

Alphys prefers someone who’s basically her exact opposite: brave, outspoken, and unafraid of telling the truth

But at the same time, she wants to step out of her comfort zone

A little bit of gentle yet persistent encouragement is key

Also when Alphys has a crush she tends to be both secretive and creepy about it

Napstablook - Kindness

Napstablook is very insecure about themself and doesn’t think anyone would really love them

Showing them kindness and genuine interest in their hobbies (music and snails) is the best way to start breaking down their walls

Oh, and you have to treat Mettaton well

No exceptions

Mettaton - Bravery/Kindness

Sweet and spicy is the best way to describe it

Being Mettaton’s partner automatically means your his co-star

On stage, he loves performing with those with passion and flare; lots of dramatic tension ;3

If trying to kill Frisk repeatedly wasn’t obvious

Off stage, he just wants to unwind and cuddle with someone

If you don’t treat Blooky well, that’s an instant dealbreaker

Asgore - Kindness/Paitence

Former King of the Underground, Asgore gave up that role when he reached the Surface

Now, he spends his days tending to his garden and would be overjoyed if you also enjoyed gardening

Asgore is honestly terrified of losing someone again so it will take a while to actually reach any romantic relationship with him

Like most of my characters Stick around long enough, it just takes time

Toriel - Kindness

Being in a relationship with Toriel means she will constantly be nagging and mother-henning you

Ok that isn’t new but still

She tries to hide it, but Toriel secretly longs for affection and someone who would care for her

Someone to love again...

Showing genuine kindness unprompted and caring for others is the best way to her heart :)

Muffet - Determination

It takes a lot to earn Muffet's trust, you need to be willing to try again and again

She values those who are ambitious and refuse to give up

Staying determined is useful when it comes to running a business too

And if you are Muffet's partner, there's a good chance you'll be helping her run her cafe

Also, I hope you're not scared of spiders-

#sans #papyrus #Asgore #toriel #gaster #neep writes #undertale headcanons #one theme here is definitely 'treat my sibling with respect and kindness or i'll kill you'#/hj

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knives-out20 · 4 years

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Weird. - Erik Lehnsherr x Male!OC

Fandom: X-Men

Pairing: Karmel Rosenstein (OC) x Erik Lehnsherr

Warnings: Internalized homophobia, gay shit, angsty backstories,

Notes: So...I’m not back in the marvel fandom, you couldn’t pay me to come back. It’s just...I kinda started watching the X-Men movies, and after spiraling for Lt. Archie Hicox, I’ve caught myself slipping for Erik. So yesterday I made an oc, Karmel. Let me tell you about him:

About OC: Karmel Rosenstein is an American-Jewish mutant. He’s a -deeply- closeted bisexual, who, as you may have already guessed, has a crush on Erik. He’s a year younger than Erik, and his faceclaim, as you can see, is Brad Pitt as Detective David Mills in Se7en (1995). He’s rich like Charles, and was automatic heir to his family’s, well, EVERYTHING after his parents got pelted to death by rocks for simply being Jewish. He’s tried killing himself twice, both at the hands of his powers. His powers are classified as vine powers, because he can summon/create+control vines. He can shoot them out of his hands (or really any part of his body) and control where they go, what they do, what’s on them (thorns, flowers, nothing, leaves, etc), along with make them appear from the ground. His hero name is ‘Caramel Climber’. More to come from these two. But for now; enjoy.

Karmel lay flat on the bed of his room in the X-Mansion, a hand raised so that he could control his vines. He sighed softly, stretching his hand all the way up as his vines formed a heart shape above him.

”This isn’t right,” Karmel thought to himself, for around the millionth time in his life.”You’re a man, so is he. This isn’t right, this isn’t normal. It’s weird. You’ve got other things to worry about, anyway. Stop pretending” he groaned.”Some phase this is. It’s lasted since I was thirteen” Karmel mumbled, squeezing his eyes shut.”Charlie thinks my thoughts give him headaches, my thoughts give myself fucking migraines.”

He wasn’t very content with the fact that when he opened his eyes, his vines had written ‘ERIK’ inside the heart, along with an arrow going through it. Karmel scowled, waving an arm to make the vines disperse away.”Fucking faggot” he thought, rubbing the bridge of his nose.”What I feel isn’t real...it can’t be. Boys can’t like boys, Rosenstein. You’re sick in the fucking head, what is wrong with you?” Karmel sat up, picking up a bottle of water and throwing it across the room, the bottle just about missing Erik, who stood in the doorway.

Erik flinched away, watching the bottle hit the floor as he closed the door behind himself.”Some welcome that is.”

“Erik...I didn’t see you. I’m sorry” Karmel apologized.”Did it hurt you at all? A small graze, maybe?”

“No, the wall took all of the damage. Bad timing?”

“No, no, it’s just...midnight thoughts.”

“It’s 8:30 in the evening.”

“Night time thoughts, then. What are you, the time police?”

Erik held back a chuckle, approaching Karmel on the bed. He watched as Karmel’s vines slowly seeped away, disappearing behind Karmel’s back.”Something bothering you?”

“I mean, spending my early thirties to use my weird powers to stop a nuclear war and for some reason co-exist with the very same species that killed my parents based on their religion is...not how I saw myself spending this week” Karmel explained.”My powers are one of the main things I spent my whole life repressing. And now I need to use it to stop a third world war? Erik, man, I just...damn.” Is all he could muster up.

“You’re lucky you had the option to not use your powers most your life” Erik pointed out, looking away.”But, trauma isn’t a competition, now, is it? I’m just surprised that I’m still here.”

“I’m glad you’re still here. The group would be so boring if you had left that night...you think outside the box, you have more balls than anyone in this group. I’m glad you stayed” Karmel explained, fixing his tie.”I fear you’re the only one in this group who can...handle me, I’d say. Who understands me the most, and what I’ve gone through. You’ve gone through more, no doubt, but...I feel you know what I mean” he smiled for a moment.

Erik nodded.”Indeed I do. A bunch of rocks compared to a gunshot...”

“Aching, twitching bodies compared to a limp one” Karmel muttered.”Was watching it happen worth being taken under my uncle’s care? Being the automatic heir to my family’s wealth, when I was older than you were, then? I remember ordering that every rock, no matter the size, to be removed from every square inch of the property...couldn’t even stand the word” he chattered on, hand balling into a fist.

Erik stayed silent. Always one to listen.

Karmel waved a hand dismissively, a vine slithering to fetch the water bottle.”What brings you to me, anyway?”

Erik shrugged.”Fresh breath of Jew never hurt me.”

Karmel chuckled, heart beat picking up the pace.”Glad that my religion could be of service” he joked, all previous thoughts against his feelings for Erik leaving his head.

It couldn’t be that bad, right? Evolving romantic feelings is natural, it’s human nature. We can’t control the gender of who we fall for.

”I feel torn with Charles’ whole idea. Co-exist with the same species who pelted my parents with rocks for their religion. Co-exist with the same species who lynch and arson other peoples of their species for simply being attracted to the same gender. Co-exist with the same species who destroy what they don’t understand...it’s kinda a load of nonsense.” Karmel explained.”He can’t possibly pretend that they’re all like Moira...but I guess that means I can’t act as if they’re all like the ones who destroyed my parents- augh, I hate it here” he covered his hands with his face, lying back down and closing his eyes.”Competent thought is a nuisance.”

Erik sat down by Karmel, careful not to disturb the serenity of the rest of the bed.”You certainly have a lot on your mind, hmm?”

“Me talking is like a faucet I forget to turn off. I’ve never had anybody listen to me that often, so once someone shows the smallest sign of wanting to listen, I go on for as long as I can...I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. I’m sure we know more than anyone how it feels to bottle things up, yea?”.

“...Yea.”

Erik pat his knee, giving Karmel a forcefully-short-lived, ecstatic feeling.”What say I only stayed because I knew you’d go crazy being the only one with our alike morals on this team?”

“I’d say you’re only saying that to try ‘n’ make me feel better.”

Erik raised his eyebrows.”And?”

Karmel’s lips twitched awkwardly as he opened his eyes again.”I’d say it’s working.”

“Perfection” Erik winked playfully.

Karmel gulped, heart set aflame.”Whatever. What do you say we even do about this? Our differing views to Charlie’s? Stick around, see if it does us any good? If it- If it’s worth it?”

“I’d say so, yes.”

“You’re both men,” Karmel thought again, “control yourself, it’s weird.” He averted his gaze.”Some names Raven gave us, yea? Mag-neet-o and Caramel Climber” Karmel scoffed.”Magnet-o would make more sense. Because..magnet. Not mag-neet, it’s simple.”

“You act like your name is any better, Caramel Climber” Erik sassed.

“I was just getting to that. It sounds like I literally climb caramel- which I don’t! It’s just ‘cause of my weird hair colour, and- and how my name sounds like caramel. And then vines are classified as climber plants, so there’s that” Karmen explained, draping an arm over his eyes.

“At least it’s pronounced correctly” Erik rolled his eyes, adjusting the neck of his turtleneck.”Professor X makes the most sense. Didn’t you say Charles was actually going to become one?”

Karmel smiled softly at the fact that Erik remembered something he said.”Yea. He’s gonna become a professor, his last name starts with X...We got stuck with the short straws, huh?”

“I guess so” Erik agreed, standing back up and turning to face Karmel.

Karmel gazed up at Erik, a soft smile on his lips. He was unaware of his vines growing from behind him and forming a heart shape behind him, him being in the center.

Erik noticed, arching a brow.”Uhm...” He vaguely gestured for Karmel to turn around.

Karmel did so, eyes going wide and waving his hand, the vines quickly shrinking away.”That’s...That was weird, my bad.”

“Quite...” Erik squinted.”You’re yet to take complete control over your vines?”

“Afraid so. They’re semi-sentient sometimes, it- it’s weird” Karmel shrugged, sitting up. He put one hand flat on his knee, the other over his other thigh. Karmel glanced up at Erik, then down, noticing how the toes of their shoes were just about grazing each other. He pursed his lips, turning away.

“I know how you feel about me.”

“I have no idea what you mean-- what?” Karmel asked, head snapping in Erik’s direction.

Erik sighed silently.”I know how you feel about me, Karmel. As if that vine-heart you did wasn’t obvious enough- you’re not very good at hiding how you feel, you know” he told, crossing his arms.

“I- I...” Karmel stuttered, searching for something to say.”I don’t know what you’re talking about, Erik. We’re friends, of course you know how I feel about you. We’re just two dudes, two guys, who feel for each other in a way that friends should. Anything otherwise is weird” he coughed, tugging the collar of his button-up.

Erik rubbed the bridge of his nose.”It’s just the two of us, Karmel. No need to pretend...Please.”

Karmel defensively crossed his arms, huffing. He looked into Erik’s eyes, and saw nothing but complete, utter honestly. Karmel groaned in defeat, “okay.”

“Finally.”

“I’ve denied and bottled up any feelings I ever had towards any man in my life that wasn’t platonic for practically my entire life, especially you. I thought of it as...Weird. Not right. Not normal, y’know? Because, to me, I feel it isn’t normal. It’s inhumane- which is funny for me to say, because I’m a literal mutant” Karmel explained, slowly unfolding his arms.”Falling for you, Erik, was completely unintentional. Yet...it was on-sight. And I tried getting closer, I’m sure you’re well aware,” he gestured a hand up at Erik, who nodded.

“Well aware.”

“Exactly. I just...it’s weird, weirder than my powers. I’ve thought about you, me, and us, Erik. More than I ever have for any other man. I didn’t really let myself repress my thoughts about you like I usually do, it’s strange. But...I guess since you know, you deserve to know. I’m in love with you, Erik. As much as I don’t want to, as much as I’ve tried falling out of love with you, I’m deeper in love with you than ever before. Do with this information, uh, what you wish, I guess. Whatever the statement is.”

“Do with this information what you will” Erik corrected, a hand on his hip. He sat beside Karmel, who shifted away.”I won’t hold this information against you, first and foremost” Erik stated.”I’d much rather you indulge in these feelings, and I accept them with open arms, because it appears I’m better at hiding my romantic interests in other people than you are.”

“Huh-?”

“You heard me” Erik raised his eyebrows, fingers brushing over Karmel’s.

“You...” Karmel furrowed his eyebrows, a vine emerging to point at Erik.”You feel the same way-? About me?”

“Strangely so. Possibly as unintentional as your feelings were, but they came to me slower. It’s....weird, like you said” Erik nodded.”How about we keep this,” he gestured between Karmel and himself, “on the down-low for now? Or, as long as you want, I’m okay with however long that may be. We’ll work our way though this, and see how it goes. Sound good?”

Karmel maintained eye contact with Erik, blinking as he processed the weight of it all.”Uh- yea, sure. That’d be...cool.”

“Wonderful” Erik cracked a quick smile, patting Karmel’s cheek before standing back up.”We have a supposedly big day ahead of us tomorrow. Get some rest, Karmel. I’ll see you in the morning?”

Karmel nodded.”I’ll see you in the morning. Goodnight.”

Erik chuckled as he opened the door.”Goodnight” he replied, closing the door behind himself.

Karmel’s jaw dropped, replaying the recent scene over and over in his head.”Huh...” he breathed, cheeks filled with colour.”Weird.”

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