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moonsaver · 13 days

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hiyaaa! its me again!! omg is it just me or is there just NO robin x reader content like, at all???

please please please!! if you don't mind, please give me your robin romantic headcanons?

an extra add on food for thought: what do you think would happen if both siblings happen to pine after the same person?

Hello dear inbox visitor! I think it would be better if you sent it during while requests were open, since it kind of teeters on the line between thoughts vs requests haha. Anyways, you're right. We dont have enough x robin content :(

Lets try and fix it!

Robin seems like a very attentive lover, which is surprising considering how busy she would be since she's a popstar.

During conversations or small talk, passing phrases, she makes sure to listen to you lovingly,and makes note of all the small things about you.

To me, I think she'd be the type of person who puts your name as just a pink heart icon, and notes down all the things you like in the description of your contact. She also has a separate notes tab for other things like your wishlist items, things she's noticed about you, and so on.

She's optimistic, but not unrealistic. If you're the overthinker type, she grounds you flawlessly. She's very rational and sorts things out carefully with you, sitting you down gently and discusses everything on your mind with you. Gives you a lovely, soft smile when you stop overthinking and come to a solution with a relaxed sigh.

Surprisingly sensitive to physical contact. She's not touch-starved, nor averse to it, but still is unused to it for the most part. However, she likes holding hands very often. She'd be very happy if you rubbed your thumb over her knuckles. Often takes off her glove just to hold your hand. I feel like her hands would be pleasantly cold. She squeaks slightly when you kiss her face! Then giggles. She likes the feeling of you peppering her face in kisses.

Lets you touch her wings often, and they are incredibly soft. They smell pleasantly of flowers, and sometimes she flutters them on your face to make you giggle. She doesn't mind if you mess them up a bit, as long as it's not before a concert.

If you have hair long enough to braid, she'll want to do that. She has cute little accessories on her that she uses whenever you let her, cute clips and hair ties that she uses for you specifically. She also really likes it when you braid her hair. She doesn't care if it's not pretty, she just likes that you're the one doing it.

Often, I imagine she gets overwhelmed with the amount of people working on her appearances that sometimes she just asks them to leave and has you help her work on her appearance. It could just be feedback and she'll appreciate it. She just likes being in your presence whenever she's overwhelmed, which can be often if she's especially out on a tour. If you can't be there physically, she'll want to call you, or replay any voice notes you may have sent previously. She saves them all – date, time, named and even the context behind them. She misses you dearly whenever she's away, just doesn't have the time to even express it.

If you're alright with cosmetics of all kinds, she's a little thrilled. She'll want you to try her perfumes and clothes, too. Kisses you directly if you ask for her lip balm or lipgloss, then giggles at the transferred sheen. Likes trying out new eye palette colors on you, trying out new styles of makeup, and often asks for suggestion on her own outfits. She also adores when you both dress up in matching outfits, and has a neat little album of you two consisting of photos that she takes.

Robin can feel a bit shy asking for affection or doing cute couple-things. She really likes the corny things, like indirect kisses from shared straws, being stared at while she's doing something, being kissed in the rain, dancing together, etc.. she also probably saw you eat a lollipop once, and wanted to ask you for a taste, but got too shy and didn't ask. You have to take the initiative and comfort her into asking for these things.

Anyways, if both siblings pine for the same person.. it's gonna be a little strained. Depends on how much they like the reader respectively, but lets assume both of them are head over heels for reader.

Robin and Sunday pining after the same person may either bring them together or put more strain on their already, slightly distant relationship. I feel like Sunday may either support his sister, convince her to pursue you and share you with him, or guilt trip her into not approaching you. Not even as a yandere, Sunday can be a little manipulative and greedy when it comes to his feelings. Ever since Robin left Sunday alone as the head of the Oak Family, I feel like he would harbor a small amount of apathy or even dislike towards her because of it, and on top of that, if she ends up liking you, he'll feel oddly like you've been stolen from him.

Robin.. won't back off so easily however. She's a smart girl, and even if she obliges to her brother's whims, she knows him better than anyone else. She'll probably stay docile for the most part, though. However, she isn't just a pretty face. Just because she remains docile doesn't mean she's given you up completely to her brother. She'll at least remain stubborn on having you to some degree, even if it means straining their relationship a bit.

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sixtypackofcrayola · 2 years

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Ooooohh❤️❤️❤️ Lovesick Monkey King and Maquace are adorable!! Can we have MK, RedSon and Nezha affected by a love potion too?? Pretty please🙏🙏

well since ya asked so nicely

✰ LOVESICK (Part 2) ✰

Fandom; LEGO Monkie Kid Character List; MK, Red Son, Nezha Genre(s); big helping of Fluff for ya Pronouns; None used for Reader TW/CW; None

A/N; you can read lovesick for macaque and wukong here if ya like + i dont think nezha can get any kinda sick but its ok :smile:

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-I think Nezha would realize what’s going on and try to fight the effects for a bit, but inevitably he’s done for -And once they are completely under the effects, they’re like a mix of Wukong’s clingyness and Macaque’s nonstop flirting -Ik I say this a lot, but ohu boy -Nezha isn’t usually super touchy, but once you come around/he sees you he is all over you. Craves their partner’s touch even more, loves feeling you close to him, holding your hands or face -Put your arms around his waist they will internally lose it -They’ll gently take your hand and kiss it n call you prince/princess -He’s oddly poetic with his words sometimes when he flirts with you, expect a bit of flowery language -Suddenly very forward but also easy to fluster so keep that in mind -Smoother tone, speaks a bit softer -Again, expect flowers -A little more protective, kinda looms behind you. If you two happened to be in public with them disguised, they wouldn’t give anyone you talk to a dirty look per-say, but there’s definitely this aura. Not inherently scary, but enough to make someone slightly more careful with what they say to you -He seems to smile more with you too, no matter what you’re doing. They’re enthralled by how you manage to be stunning with every little movement -If he could still partially think clearly and didn’t know they were under some kind of influence, he’d think they were definitely sick. Except they don’t get sick.. so after that he’s lost -I’m not gonna say the title. -Alternate scenario; they’re like half under the effects bc Nezha is just less affected by things like this. And they say and do all these things but occasionally after there’ll be like a moment where they partially snap out of it and just; “That was so- Gods, I’m sorry for that, I- I mean it’s not like it isn’t true! It’s just.. bolder than how I would’ve.. Sorry-” ‘n get a little flustered over what he said to you -Their thoughts are flooded with you and it’s not that they hate it, it’s just overwhelming, all these loving emotions suddenly amplified by like 20 -”When does this wear off...”

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-Someone’s getting a bit possessive -Will always try to keep you close to them, they want you to themselves -And it’s not really harmful,, they wouldn’t dare hurt you and they’re not gonna capture you or anything. If you do wanna leave they’ll eventually let you! They just really want you with them,, -Not as physically clingy as some of the others, in fact, you touching him at all especially if it’s a loving touch like holding his hands, arm, face or kissing him anywhere will set his hair aflame -And if you weren’t already together, they would try to deny at least some of what he’s feeling towards you and how their face gets so red when you merely lean on them, but inevitably they’ll break as well -Obsessed with you, everything you do, your reactions to him. They’re suddenly even more aware of every little detail that makes you you and he’s simply falling faster -Tries to impress you with his magic or one of his newer creations and if you say you like it he’s beyond happy. I can just see the floating hearts my guy -Will get you anything you ask for. Want this specific item? Say no more! Craving a certain food? I mean, in his words he’s practically a professional cook so don’t even worry about it -Also might ask you to marry them, y’know as one does. A few times throughout the day when you’re just doing anything. Lovesick, bro. -Roll credits -And later would actually approach you with a ring and everything and ask you to marry them,, like, right then. -And if you say it’s probably too early for that he’ll get a bit upset, but they’ll ask if you’ll marry them one day at least because they are absolutely in love with you and if ya say yes they’ll still give you the ring and promise to get you an even better one when you do get married!

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-Basically, like father like son -Also annoyingly sweet and cheesy with all the pet names he can think of, except he’ll actually use your name sometimes -Distracted by you while doing anything. The most wholesome thoughts from this man he just really wants a bunch of kisses from you and for you to tell he’s pretty because he’ll certainly be telling you that all day! -Stares at you lovingly if you’re farther from him, heart eyes and all -Pages full of doodles of you in his sketchbook with little hearts around -If you aren’t together quite yet he will definitely be embarrassed of and hiding those from anyone after this wears off -Also gets flustered with even little touches you give him and he’s tryna play it off but... no -Praises you for just normal things you do. You could just be wiping down a counter and he’d be like; “Wow, you’re uh- Really good at cleaning! Heh-” -Attempts to flirt, half fails but it’s cute -Either he trips somehow and you catch him and the way you look at him has his heart doing flips or he’s distracted by your beautiful face when he tries to- -Will ramble about you if he’s with others even if you’re around and he’ll say the sweetest things about you but he’s been going on for several minutes -Subtly but no so subtly tries to keep you to himself for the day. He doesn’t really wanna force you to stay with him but- -”Oh haha sorry! Me and [Name] are- gonna go doing something right now! Together! Us, together! Going to- somewhere! Yep, haha- uh, my bad but we gotta go, kay byeee!” -Wants to spend as much time near you as possible, he loves looking at your face and he definitely will say that getting lost in your eyes line or something what’d I tell ya -Give him kisses all over his face he will absolutely melt and be a flustered giggling mess it’s what he’s wanted all day -Might purposefully let you win in Monkey Mech which he would never do otherwise so it got you a little more concerned,, orrr he’d try to play his best but the way you look so confident and determined and excited while trying to beat him has him distracted again ( Fin ~ ✰ )

#lego monkie kid #lmk #lego monkie king #lmk nezha #nezha monkie kid #prince nezha #third lotus prince #nezha x reader #lmk nezha x reader #lmk red son #red son monkie kid #red son x reader #lmk red son x reader #lmk mk #monkie kid mk #qi xiaotian #lmk xiaotian #mk x reader #lmk mk x reader

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spiderziege · 6 months

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omg i love the 3rd life horses so much <333 do you have a thought process for the specific breeds you assigned people, along with the horses’ armor pieces and such? also, i know you said you’re doing 3rd life horses, so do you have any headcanons for what kind of horse life series players that weren’t in 3rd life like pearl and lizzie would have? (like even if you don’t end up drawing them)

THANK YOU FOR THIS ASK!!! i do have thoughts!!

i dont have specific breeds picked out for all of them but ill just go through each one :]

cleos horse is a clydesdale, i knew i wanted some big draught horses for cleo and ren specifically, and i just looove clydesdales theyre so beautiful. for bdubs i wasnt as sure, his is maybe a quarter horse or something? definitely something fast and versatile. and both of their tack is meant to be fancy but not too over the top (cleos horse has a couple flowers that match the ones in cleos hair, and bdubs' horse has a clock and a red cloth that matches bdubs' headband)

rens horse is a shire, wanted his horse to he as big and imposing as possible. for martyn i also wanted something strong and big, but not as fancy and eyecatching. so that its obvious from looking at the horses who's the king and who's the hand. i think his is maybe a cleveland bay? and then both of their tack is very medieval knight-esque, which i think fits their vibe pretty well.

for joels horse im not really set on a specific breed, but i wanted something small and agile for him, something used for hunting. his tack is also a lot simpler than the crastle & dogwarts people

for etho i was kinda struggling tbh. the first breed that came to mind was something like arabian or akhal-teke, but in a third life scenario it just doesnt really make sense to give a desert horse to anyone except desertduo lol. my other option was some kind of ancient breed - like sorraias/tarpans. but those are pretty small and i wanted something a bit bigger, so i ended up with just kinda. generic gray horse. i wish id have made the markings a darker gray instead of white, and added a stripe on the back, i think thatd work better. he also has pretty minimal tack, and he's the only one who rides without stirrups cause he just seems like that kinda guy (same)

for the other third lifers - desert duo get either an arabian or akhal teke, like i said. kinda leaning towards arabian. they also only get one horse because they still have pizza too of course

imp & skizz & bigb all get bigger working horses similar to martyn probably. i think imp & skizz get very similar horses, and for bigb im thinking maybe black forest horse or something?

tango gets a mustang, i dont really have a reason for that it just feels right

jimmy gets a haflinger because thats like the golden retriever of horse breeds i think

for scott im not sure either - he could be a lusitano kinda guy, but tbh i think flower husbands can just share one haflinger with a million flowers woven into its hair

and then the ones that werent in third life - pearl definitely gets a marwari horse. im not sure what it is about those horses but thats just. the pearlescentmoon horse to me. maybe its the ears, they kinda look like little antennae

for lizzie im not really sure generally, but i think specifically for the last life fairy fort she gets a unicorn. thats just the only kinda horse i can think of that makes sense lol

mumbo gets a trakehner or some similar warmblood breed

gem gets an irish cob i think. definitely something thats strong but not super big

#as you can see i have many ideas now i just need to. actually draw them. some day #life series #asks #long post #life series horse au

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metfell · 1 year

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Do you have any advice for drawing with markers? I'm trying to improve and wondering how you do it so well

alright yes i do. okay so markers are all about LAYERS of color. so here's some WIP's of a work i did recently we'll walk through some tips.

so step one here is the sketch. you'll want to get either a kneaded eraser or just be careful, and lightly erase over the entire image. this picks up loose graphite, and keeps your markers from smearing gray across the entire thing.

so i lay down a base layer. this isnt actually one marker though, its three. using the lightest marker, block out everywhere youre going to color. use circular motions or a brushtip if you can to avoid streaking like what's in this shot. then, if you have markers of very similar hues, begin darkening the picture where you need to. in this case, it was the ears and side of the nose.

remember: YOU CAN ALWAYS GO DARKER, YOU CANNOT GO LIGHTER.

i then went in to block in her makeup, the tulip, and darken some of the shadows. you can see specifically in the ears and neck that ive used the smaller tip of my chisel markers to slowly transition it from one marker to another. blending doesnt exist in markers. you just need to IMPLY a gradient. the flower is a good example as well. use multiple markers, and slowly make your way from one half of the gradient to the other.

a lot of what i can do is due to the fact i have so many markers. if you need large marker packs and cannot afford copics, try arrtx. that's what i used for the flower in this.

when i draw hair- something i know people want to know about a lot- i start with my lightest color, and sketch in the directions the hair is flowing. for stelle here, her bangs swoop down and to the right, so thats the direction i will lay down those colors. its like painting.

also in this, you can see how deep ive made the insides of her ears, and how ive used a dark gray to line her face and give it shape.

this shot is also a good example to show how i fucked up on her earrings, and since i cannot go lighter, theyre going to be tinted gray now. just something i forgot to keep in mind.

alright theres a lot to talk about in this one. firstly, let's talk about UNDERTONES. to give your piece more depth and life, you can go in with other colors besides your main shading color- in my case, gray- to make the piece pop. ive switched to a light purple, and have added it as a highlight to her cheeks, tips of her ears, and hair. it brings out her hair, and makes it seem fuller. less flat.

a lot of how i use markers is with curved strokes and many colors to sculpt out an image, rather than just filling in the lines. this is why i add line art last.

okay one step at a time with the finished picture.

first step here is line art. youll notice how i dont harshly outline every single part of the piece. instead, i lightly go around areas i think need defining. i outline her horn cuff, i outline her ears, her eyes, and then i loosely go around her hair with similar strokes to when i sketched it in the first place.

second step is a white gel pen. it can be a simple jelly roller theyre really cheap. just make sure it works. if your pen isnt rolling smoothly, try warming it up in your hands by rubbing it quickly between them. if not, try multiple pens before buying them. bring a piece of paper to your local michaels or hobby lobby or other craft store, and see if it rolls smoothly on YOUR paper. then, go around anywhere that needs a highlight. i did this over her eye markings, her makeup, tiny dots over her earrings, and over her hair to once again round it out.

my final tip is to adjust your pictures in some kind of editor once you are finished. i went in just using the basic iphone settings, and messed around with it until it matched what i wanted the pic to look like. in this case, i turn the highlights to the left, and played around with the temperature and tint settings, and messed around with their basic filters. honestly, just play with it until you think it looks good.

those are my tips for coloring! i hope this is comprehensible!!

#art advice #metfell art #ask #anonymous

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normalsnails · 1 month

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Oho~ I hope you don't mind if I send a lot! 3, 6, 18 for Ein, 31 for Aikawa and 44, 48, 49 and 50 for both! :D

Aaa i dont mind dww! Ty for asking :DD

Ein ♥️

3, what first drew me to her.

Before Ein and Aikawa my favourite was Aohara, but it quickly changed to adoring Ein, What really drew me to her is her dress actually. I thought “wow her dress is cuteee I’m gonna pay attention to her more” and i fell in LOVE.

6, do i have any petnames / nicknames for her

YES. I call her prettygirl. It stemmed from me rambling about her in class whilst i was persuading my friend to read and watch hri (success, gonna persuade her to join tumblr next >:D). She called her pretty so i was like “yes yes she is prettygirl” so now i just call her prettygirl whenever i talk about her irl XD.

18, do i prefer angst or comfort, or both (for her)

ANGST. Im sorry ein but <\33 i cant resist.

A little comfort is nice at times but angst all the way.

Aikawa!!

31, am i ashamed of liking him?

Sorta, i had a few old friends (just to preface this by saying i didnt leave the friendship because of a manga 😭) that were like “doesn’t he like eugenics 😬” and i told them “yeah i obviously don’t support that hes insane i just like his character” and then I realised that maybe aikawa wasnt the best silly of choice for my brain.

BOTH!!

44, what season do they remind me of?

For ein, definitely spring, 100%. When i think of spring, i think of flowers, and Ein reminds me of flowers for no reason.

For aikawa, id have to say late autumn, specifically late. I dont know why but its so fitting 😭

48, my favourite feature of their designs!

OO OKAY.

So for ein, its the dress and bow. I ADORE lolita fashion sm!!

For aikawa, id have to say his hair, its similar to mine (the type of hair not style) but mines thinner than his. AND HIS HAIR IS SO FUN TO DRAW!

49, favourite personality trait!!

For ein, its her childishness. Its hard to explain but its so cute how she was excited by the rain and scared of thunder 💞. And also the manga panels where shes swinging her legs when she’s sitting on the railings aaaaaa.

For aikawa, its how smart he is. Im not sure if I dreamed about this or something but i so clearly remember him talking about a hypothesis about the lightning power, talking about ionising and stuff like 😍😍 in a world where people die 24/7 he’s casually just making hypotheses about stuff i love him.

50, fav song / playlist / quote / headcanon for them!!

So ein, my FAVOURITE headcanon that people can PRY off of my cold, dead hands is that shes not 12 like the wiki says 😭 have you seen how tall she is shes atleast 14-15.

And also, some lovely quotes:

“Boom” - ep 9 anime

“When enemy comes, you are in my way” - 152.5, extra chapter. (Can be found on tenkuushinpan.com)

ALSO BEFORE SHE COULD SPEAK THE LITTLE NOISES SHE MADE 💞💞💕 cutie pie 4ever.

I dont think i have any songs for her apart from “angry too” by lola blanc (ein revenga au btw haha) and, i dont know how to explain it but Melanie Martinez’s “crybaby” album suits her sm!

And!! For Aikawa, my favourite song i like for him is “oh ana” by mother mother!

(Songs may be slightly ooc but its kinda them)

And some aikawa quotes just because :

“This calms me down like no other.” - ep 9, again. We all know that one scene XD

“Since im inferior, i’ll bleed to death. Fair’s fair. That’s completely in line with my doctrine.” - direct quote from chapter 204

“I wish i could see my mom.. just once more before i die..” - chapter 204, again.

#tenkuu shinpan #high rise invasion #Aikawa Mamoru #Ein #Ask game things #This was so fun!! i swear i could talk about them (especially ein) for HOURS #if you want more elaboration on eins age hc then i will elaborate!#thanks again!! :3 #also i have had a LONG day so the grammar might be off and it might seem incoherent so apologies in advance!

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cooliofango · 2 years

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Hello! im a huge fan of your writing and I get so exited when you post I was wondering if I could request a Gabriel or Boss Boseman i just cant write for life and my boys need some love. have a good day/night, if you're too busy than dont worry about it.

One In The Same

Boss Boseman x GN! Reader

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WAIT WAIT WAIT- ME??? I HAVE A HUGE FAN????

I’m actually crying please- ;-;

I’ve recently finished a Gabriel one so I will write for Mr. Boss Boseman for this one. I have a little idea in mind for this- that I’ll use since the type of request wasn’t specified- that was inspired by a couple of one shots I've read a while back (If I find it then I will put the link here)!

That’s enough from Admin Ollie, ONTO THE STORY! :D

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The dead leaves and branches cracked under each step that was made across the grass. In his hand was a small bouquet of flowers that swung a tad loosely in his grip as he walked with it at his side. The man looked exhausted, anyone could see this from a mile away. His hair was a greasy mess and he was a bit thin. A clear sign of struggling to cope with loss. And yet here he was, yet again, attempting to find a way to cope. Today, he had decided to visit the graves of his beloved children. It has been a few months since he was told of their deaths after Henry had given the police the evidence. If Boss hadn’t been torn up before, he sure was now. Knowing that his children were dead and not missing was a much harder pill to swallow. Not being able to have a proper funeral due to not knowing the location of the bodies made acceptance even harder.

The steps came to a stop before a short but long grave stone. The names and dates of birth and death was carved into the flat surface. From left to right, it went from oldest to youngest: Gabriel Boseman, Cassidy Boseman, and Jeremy Boseman. The children he adores so much had also been stuffed into robots and then buried elsewhere. A shaky sigh left the tired man, his figure hunching over to set the white flowers against the stone under his daughter’s name. The withered ones were brushed to the side and out of the way of the dead ones, allowing them to decompose out of sight and out of mind. He didn’t want anything else that was dead to ruin their resting place, after all.

The sound of the gate’s hinges squeaking filled the air. It was the same sound that filled the air when he had entered the graveyard earlier. It wasn’t anything rare for someone to show up to mourn their loved ones just as he was doing now. However, he easily recognized the face of the one who walked in the moment he looked up. He doesn’t know them personally, nor has he ever spoke to them before. But they would show up almost every time he would be there. Sometimes it would be around the same time he arrived, a little later, or a little before he leaves. They would go to the same tomb stone with the same small bouquet of flowers in hand. Daisies, to be specific. Though it wasn’t any of his business, he was curious as to why this person showed up so much. Well- less of why they are here (its obvious that they’re seeing a loved one that has passed away) and more of who they are always seeing.

He wasn’t sure why he decided to walk over to you. It wasn’t something he planned on doing, simply because it could be seen as disrespectful to bother someone while visiting. And yet here he was, quietly walking past the gravestones a few rows in front of him to stand at this person’s side. “Is it a relative..? If you don’t mind me asking.” Boss internally cringed at the sound of his voice. It was a bit raspy and slow from how tired he has been these past few weeks. A slight look of surprise stared back at him, not expecting his presence. It didn’t take long for them to relax. Their answer was hesitant, looking from the gravestone they were in front of and back to the man who approached them. “My daughter.” They held the daisies loosely in their hands in front of them, the petals hanging downwards by their waist.

Boss cleared his throat, looking down at the gravestone as well before back at the person before him. They were kind of the same. Both of them lost their children. “It was my two sons and my daughter.” A flash of recognition washed over their face. A hand rose out to Boss. “Ahh.. It’s (Y/N). Nice to meet you.” A soft and kind smile tugged to their lips. It was certainly a nice sight to see after all of these past events. He held his hand out to (Y/N) in return, giving it a gentle shake. “Bosely- but most just call me Boss. It’s nice to meet you as well.” They let their hand drop back to gently hold the daisies. Boss looked over towards the gate they both entered the graveyard from. An idea appeared in his mind. It was one he thought to be a bit silly, especially with all that’s been happen as of late with loosing his kids and then his now ex-wife. But even so- he caved into this idea and spoke it out loud. “Can I.. take you to get some coffee?”

They look a little taken back by the question they were asked. It was expected, of course. “Sorry-.. i-if that’s a little forward.” Boss released an anxious chuckle, a hand raising to rub the back of his head. They shook their head and rose a hand. “No- No, its fine. I’d love to.” They raised the bouquet for a moment before turning to bend down and place the bouquet at the tombstone below their daughter’s name. As they stood back up, they fixed their coat and took a few seconds to look at the gravestone they had originally came to visit before looking to Boss. “Lead the way.” For what felt like the first time in a while, Boss felt himself crack a smile in return for theirs. It was almost contagious. “Let’s go then.”

The walk to the coffee shop wasn’t long, nor was it boring. It was a bit silent at first, but it wasn’t awkward. Then again, it wasn’t all too comfortable either. Like the both of them wanted to say something and yet they couldn’t find the right words to say. So they just walked side by side until they finally arrived. Boss, being the gentleman he is, opened the door for you. A chuckled ‘thank you’ slipped from (Y/N)’s lips as they entered with Boss to follow close behind. Thankfully, the line wasn’t long, so the both of them were able to get the beverages they wanted before taking a seat by the window. The silence only continued to linger for a short moment before the curious question of ‘what happened?’ hung in the air. (Y/N) started first, mainly due to the fact that it wasn’t anything too eventful or tragic that caused this loss.

(Y/N) took a deep breath and slowly let it out before speaking. Their words were a bit slow as to not stutter or waver. They wanted to speak clearly to the kind man before them. “I was taking my daughter to school that morning about four months ago. I was crossing a four-way stop after the light had changed for my lane to go when a car crashed into us. My daughter and I were both hit pretty hard and had to be rushed to the hospital. My daughter had passed away on the way to the hospital. Since then, I would go to the grave yard once a week on my off day from work to place the flowers at my little girl’s grave and mourn before going on with my day.” Boss wasn’t too sure if (Y/N) had taken notice or not, but he could tell that letting that off of their chest had relieved a little bit of tension. He must’ve been the first they’ve told this story to since it had happened.

Boss was hesitant, just as you were before, about telling his own story. He decided to keep it simpler than how it could actually be, especially with the evidence that was brought in by Henry a few months ago. Evidence that went into gruesome detail about how William did these experiments on these poor children. Boss tried to use a similar tone to (Y/N) as to come out clear as well. He didn’t care to stumble over his words anyways, and now was no exception. “My kids, along with two other children that weren’t mine, were killed by a former employee I had hired when I owned this family diner a while back. They had been previously been dubbed as missing until recently when the police had found notes made by the murderer in his home about the incident. The only problem is that they do not know where this employee is, though they are looking for him.” Admittedly, Boss wasn’t really supposed to say much on the incident due to it still being under investigation, but getting it off of his chest made him feel a bit better too. Things felt a bit lighter on his mind and body.

“I’m.. sorry. I bet that was hard to talk about.” (Y/N) gave an apologetic smile to go with their words. Despite that, Boss gave a kind smile. “No, its fine.. Honestly, talking about it with you made me feel a bit better.” The steaming to-go cup of coffee was brought up to his lips and he took a slow sip as (Y/N) spoke again. “Then I’m glad I was able to help.” They were also about to take a sip of their coffee before their phone began to go off. The cup was left to rest on the table top as they fished their pockets for their phone. It was their boss asking them to come into work for an extra shift. A soft, irritated huff escaped (Y/N)’s lips.

“Something important?” Boss’s tone was laced with amusement, his own coffee cup resting loosely in his hand and against the table. “Yeah.. my manager wants me to come into work for an extra shift.” (Y/N) slid out of the booth to stand, pocketing their phone. Boss gently took hold of your wrist as you reached for your cup and prepared to say your goodbyes. “Actually- can I get your number? I’d love to get to know you.” If it wasn’t expected in some strange way, (Y/N) would’ve expressed surprise once again. Instead, they smiled with a short laugh to follow. “Sure, why not?” Their shoulders jumped in a small shrug before you searched their bag for a pen. It took a short minute, since it was at the bottom, but they pulled one out and clicked it open before scribbling the series of numbers on a napkin. “There. Text me first so I’ll know it’s you.” Boss nodded along with his words, as if he needed both a verbal and a visual way of agreeing with your short terms. “Of, course. Good luck at work!” He called out as you began to walk out the coffee shop, waving over to him with that beautiful smile to remain on your features.

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Aaand done! I apologize for how long this took to get out! I had tried to regain motivation to write and I hadn’t been feeling well for a while so I took a short break before finishing this so I hope you like it!

#requests open #reader insert #requests #oneshots #blueycapsules x reader #one shots #blueycapsules #request #blueycapsules oneshot #blueycapsules oneshots #blueycapsules boseman #boss boseman #boss boseman x reader #boseman x reader #bosely boseman x reader #bosely boseman

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creativebrainrot · 10 months

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Hello i would love to try Sulyen's route in a dating sim✨️

@mystery-salad

first of all, uh. im sorry. SKJHFIOJGADJFKH

this man is so hard to get an ACTUAL romance good ending with because hes such a bitch KSHFGSIDUHF.

(I hope u did mean Sulyen and not Sugyn, but i AM gonna use this as an excuse to answer for both anyway <;3)

SULYEN

Sulyen is so so very vain and stuck up and obsessed with himself and such a bitch about it tbh BUT

His route is a LOT of nice dinners and opera house dates and underground concert dates around Cantha. He's got a "human-sona" he uses in Cantha, as he is a mesmer AND not there legally. No one knows he's actually a sylvari. He's also, a "pop star" in cantha so you get some VIP perks from dating him.

The trick to earning his favor is telling him what he wants to hear. How handsome and pretty and better than everyone else he is so he can gloat and say "I knoow~" The more expensive the gifts you can get him, the better. He's also extremely bratty, and will pout and complain EVERYTIME you DONT give him what he wants. He's not very good with boundaries either. :/ He won't cross any hard lines because he NEEDS people to like him but he IS pushy along with being a brat. He'll give up eventually.

BAD ENDING - this happens from you, uh,,,,, being a normal person and finding him a little. too much. LMFAO You wanted him to treat you like you were an equal to him from the start and he was NOT having it. He is CLEARLY better than everyone else ALWAYS. Alternatively, you asked for basic respect a little further down the line of your relationship together and he obliged but you still didn't enable him enough and he lost interest once someone new started showering him in praise and affection. He is, unfortunately or, fortunately, depending on the person I GUESS LMAO, Just Like This.* (He is starved of real affection BUT it doesn't excuse the way he behaves and he won't change. It's somewhat motivated by insecurity but he won't ever unlearn his bad habits. He's Just Like This despite the original motivation behind his behavior.)

GOOD ENDING - You enabled him the entire time BUT you weren't a door mat for him to walk all over. You set hard boundaries and played the games, you demanded respect from him and he liked the confidence behind it and obliged. You got him so many gifts; beautiful flowers, delicious food like bean buns and sweet pastries, beautiful jewelry etc. He liked how confident you were in challenging him now and again despite still drowning him in praise and affection.

You've ended up with a mutual respect with him despite the fact that he IS still a bitch through and through, and extremely vain. and stuck up. and annoying. Atleast he's less annoying now and shares the spotlight with you a little more and a little more often.

SUGYN

BONUS ROUND!!! (just incase and also cause its fun >:3)

Sugyn's route includes a lot of secret hideaway meetups and exchanging note / letters silently. She'll leave letters and gifts on your desk in the dead of night and you'll find them in morning, wondering how she even got in. (*not personal desk inside your house, think more like your office in a room of the pact's current base of operations.) He'll also drag you away in the afternoons or middle of the night for a quiet walk to chat about life lately. Or even just whatever you both have on your mind. She enjoys reliable trustworthy company. She'll do subtlety affectionate things only you know how to spot, or know the meaning of. That specific little smile when she spots you, that specific little adjustment of her hair / clothing when she spots you looking her way, etc.

She enjoys reliable, trustworthy, honorable company. To her, the order of whispers IS honorable, as they do what must be done to ensure the safety of the orders and others lives no matter the cost or outward appearance of the order. If you're in The Pact and get sent out on a dangerous mission, she's going to trail your squad in secret and eliminate any unaccounted threats. He can't help it, he needs to make sure you're safe. She's the quiet sort and will happily listen to you talk her ear off about anything for hours. She's independent as well, and won't want to spend every moment with you.

BAD ENDING - You didn't trust her. You didn't let her in, you let her outward looks convince you she's bad news. You didn't let her wander or disappear once in awhile. Ultimately, you didn't trust her. She felt hurt and a little betrayed, and ghosted. Completely ignoring your existence.

GOOD ENDING - You DID trust her, you let her see your most vulnerable self and she gave you the same sight in return. You talked about your fears and concerns, you loved eachother but respected her needs and in turn, she gives back whatever she can. You didn't let his looks convince you he wasn't really in love with you- "he just needed to use you for something." You now have a cat-coded knife wife who will do anything to keep you safe <3 She'll comfort you through the darkest of times and love you fully and dedicatedly, even through her quiet times where she needs to disappear for awhile. She'll leave you notes telling you where she'll be or how long she'll be gone now. So you aren't ever truly lonely.

#thewordboxresponse #TYVM FOR THE SECOND ASK FOX!! <3 #oc: sulyen (he/him)#oc: sugyn (he/her)#ocposting

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demoiselettes · 1 year

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Morning dear ! ( is it okay if call you that? )

Can i get a match up?

My name's Scarlett I have long green ( dyed ) hair with a "caramel - color like skin tone" I have blue eyes and im fairly skinny yet chubby. I'm Pansexual And Genderfluid;

I'm an isfj, my house is ravenclaw

I like, Cats, anything blue, flowers and peace

Dislikes: Crowded spaces and the dark

I have asthma ( diagnosed by a proffesional )

My personality is well um.... I tend to switch moods all the time i could be crying from. Angry and angry to anxious and anxious to happy. But lets ignore that pls- im very kind and caring to the ones i love ( i will punch anyone who hurts them. ) and also clueless, to sum it up i dont know how to do basic things, like... cooking. How to hold a BROOM ( yes ik thats stupid )

If i get close to someone their gonna die from clinginess, oh their walking? Mission: send hugs to them until they cant breathe

Oh they like chocolates? Well im broke so im gonna beg my mother to buy me all the chocolates in the store

My hobbies are: watching movies, painting, reading books ( mostly fantasy ones ) and roleplaying

My pronouns are any ( as long as you're kind )

Most people call me ali ( my middle name they're to lazy to say scarlett )

And that's it honestly!

Hope you do my request^ ^

Eventide

I match you with Kyojuro Rengoku!

A/n: sure you can! I love nicknames XD

•The two of you make make Mitsuri squeal so much Obanai is worried.

•Oh, you’re clingy? Not a problem! Because Kyojuro would die to get even one hug from you so if you keep trying to hug him, it’s a win-win.

•His greetings come in the forms of hugs, head pats and nose bops.

•Like, say you two haven’t seen each other in a while, when you do meet, he’s gonna rush at you like sonic and tackle you with a hug

•He absolutely adores it when you give him gifts, and then he gifts you something back and then..it’s a competition to see who can gift the loveliest present to the other to show their love.

•You can’t cook? Haha he cools for you. literally anything you ask him to. Sometimes they may be slightly burnt but oh well

•And Senjuro has a really fun time trying to teach you how to cook(if you’re willing to learn of course, otherwise he’s very content simply being in your presence while he cooks). you’re sort of like an older sibling to him!

•Roleplaying? Oh boy he’s gonna be so into that once he learns about your interest in the field.

•Like, literally anything that you wanna roleplay, he’s into it’s a fun way to relieve stress. and goodness does he take roleplaying seriously you might believe you’re actually living the scenario

•He’s always, always bringing back books and brushes for you. What does be want in return? Your smile ugly sobbing

•He doesn’t mind your mood swings. He has a knack for dealing with emotions in a proper way from having to deal with his father, and he’ll most probably never get angry at you for jumping from one mood to another.

•Senjuro and Kyojuro are forever in awe of your hair. I mean, they have flame motif hair themselves but your green hair is so pretty Kyojuro has to resists the urge to run his fingers through them often

•If he meets you after you’ve dyed your hair he might ask you if you’ve been eating only the cherry blossom leaves sakura mochis are wrapped in he used to be mitsuri’s mentor okay

•He loves staring into your eyes. i don’t make the rules.

•He’s super concerned about the fact that you have asthma.

•This dude’s gonna be mother henning around you so much, constantly asking you to take it easy, not to exert yourself, etc.. and visits to Shinobu have become a regular thing because he’s always so worried about your health

•He pinches your cheeks a lot :3

•Brings you flowers whenever he can. whether it be flower crowns or bouquets or flower arrangement pots with each flower having a specific meaning that reminds him of you

•Often brings you to see Mitsuri so that the both of you can fangirl about cats. Meanwhile a very love-struck Kyojuro and equally love-struck but also tired Obanai are just- standing at the back???

•You like peace, he likes peace. and you’re one more reason that encourages him to do his best to slay demons.

•He makes sure to always have a candle lit up in your room at night, and on days when he has to leave on a mission, he makes sure you have enough of those so that you won’t be alone in the dark in your room

•He asks Senjuro to check up on you too, and the boy is more than happy to comfort you in case of any unease

•If you’re out in public, he’ll make sure to hold your hand quite tightly and even more so if it’s a crowded area.

•If you start showing signs of any discomfort, he’ll pull you into a secluded area and wait for you to feel better. during that time he’s gonna be rubbing circles into your back or simply holding you close

•Your happiness and safety are his priorities and the conclusion is that we all need a Kyojuro in our life

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #nan’s eventide.#kyojuro rengoku match up

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diariesofafictoro · 7 months

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From this post

🌊 school chemistry labs remind me of him, i dont know why school labs specifically but i digress.

🐚 we often do art together in various forms but his favorites are oil paints and mine is graphite.

🏖️ we often go up to Dragonspine, but i dont know if that would be considered a vacation/adventure, the only other thing we've done recently is we took a trip to Sumeru so i could study plants.

☀️ most of the time he just refers to me by name or something simple like love or darling, but my favorite is when he calls me his flower girl which he came up with to match my nickname for him.

🌙 i call him all sorts of pet names, but his favorite is when i call him sunshine/star boy.

🍹 he doesnt have much of a sense of humor, but one time an experiment gone wrong gave him cat ears and a tail for one day and i found that incredibly hilarious much to his dismay.

🌴 he gives me cecelia flowers quit often because they are his favorite flowers and he thinks they look pretty in my hair and sometimes marigolds because they are my favorites.

🥥 he doesnt initiate physical affection often but he doesnt mind when i do, normally that looks like hugging him from behind or sitting on his lap while hes working and cuddling while we sleep.

🍧 i find it really attractive when he sits there and explains complex alchemy to me, like i have idea what any of it means but his voice is so pretty.

🦜i always look forward to greeting him when he comes back from solo visits to Dragonspine.

🐠 he takes such good care of me when my issues flare up, he will drop everything just to make sure im ok and comfortable.

🔫 please dont overwork yourself and remember to stay safe.

#her diaries

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bailaconox · 2 years

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nah bc to go from 99% of every kdrama having a weak ass protagonist who never says anything does anything reacts in any way in the moments i am YELLING SCREAMING TEARING MY HAIR OUT WATCHING THE SCENE PLAY OUT… to junwoong FINALLY being the character reacting in every way i wish someone always would!!!!!!!!!!!!

and specifically when it comes to suicide in kdramas ohhhhhhhhhh i hold so much anger towards the first episode of Boys Over Flowers and that opening scene and by extension to everyone who watched that drama and allowed it to become this Highly Renowned TV Show That Everyone Loves.

even watching the semi-suicide attempt in true beauty was hard because i understand why suho said that shit to her but it will always drive me fucking insane when someone’s reaction to a person’s suffering is to tell them they’re being selfish and should think about the other people in their life…

so i was absolutely STUNNED when joonggil started running his mouth saying all that stigmatized ignorant shit about suicide only for kooryeon to say something i never expected from a kdrama… about suicide being a final cry for help and how those people actually want to live more than anyone else… dude im going to think about that line for the rest of my life because ITS FUCKING TRUE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

and god i know junwoong’s outbursts are impulsive as shit and not always good but oh my fucking god it feels so .. right?? to see a character say all those things i wish i could!!!!!!! his reaction to the bullying i mean FUCK i dont understand how everyone doesnt react that way when looking at that. all those times i yelled and threatened to jump into the tv myself to sort out some characters bc no one on the show was doing enough, or anything at all, i dont have to do that this time because junwoong is saying all the things that i would. junwoong is my catharsis.

and maybe all this hits a really deep place in my soul because i didnt know what the plot of this drama was. trying save people from killing themselves. and seeing junwoong be everything i always wanted in a character. seeing myself in him. of course my mind goes back to Cam. i remember from the moment he was introduced on degrassi i saw his pain clear as day and with each episode i was begging literally any of the characters to notice it too. i know his storyline was created to be tragic. and it was. i saw him. i saw how badly he was hurting and i felt it all and to this day im overwhelmed by it. it was so intense and there was so much and i dont know how no one else could see it. it was everywhere. i was pleading for someone to finally see it and help him but they never did and i felt so stupidly powerless and then it happened and i’ve carried that grief with me every day since. i know he was just a fictional character. but the point of stories is to make you feel something, right?

so maybe i want to watch Tomorrow so that i can watch them save people from suicide and by connecting so deeply to junwoong perhaps watching him save people will heal me even just the tiniest bit from the way i wanted so desperately to save Cam but couldn’t and its not the same but god maybe something good will come out of me watching this

#personal #talking about Tomorrow and suic*de in tv shows and yeah im talking about cam from degrassi again #not to be dramatic but this show is going to change my life. this drama is surprising and refreshing and CATHARTIC?? so far anyway #junwoong might just be one of the most important fictional characters i have ever come across in my whole entire life #he is……… so much. he’s everything to me. in every sense of the word he is EVERYTHING to me.

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metamorphiacreations · 3 years

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Class 1B headcanons but its just about their jewelry and piercings

because jewelry is fun. this is the whole class so its bit long. sorry.

(if any artists wanna draw these please 👀 go right ahead 👀)

-you know those bff necklaces where one friend gets half a heart and the other friend gets the other half and the two halves connect? the common sense kings have that but the pieces are "The" "Common" "Sense" "Kings." you decided who has which word.

-Awase has the top and bottom of his ears pierced. he wears the small loop earrings on top and simple dangly earrings on the bottom. also this isnt jewelry but he totally has a headband for every occasion.

-Sen has a lip ring and i dont feel like i need to explain why i think that.

-Togaru has snake bite piercings bc of course he does. he also has his tongue pierced and wears a solid black choker. are chokers jewelry? unimportant. Togaru also also wears small rings with chains on his mandibles.

-Shihai doesnt wear much jewelry but he does have this.....its called a slave braclet but let me explain. Its the five rings attached to a bracelet. Shihai has that. for both hands.

-Kendo has a lot of jewelry she doesnt wear. but when she does she goes for a flower shaped mood necklace and an ankle bracelet. on really fancy occasions she wears big ol’ gold bangles.

-Kodai keeps all her jewelry in a specific matryoshka set. shes got a butterfly necklace, a hematite ring and candy bracelets. but her favorites are her tomato earrings :)

-Kinoko has a lot of dangly earrings and necklaces and rings. this girls likes to deck herself out ok? she also got this cute mushroom charm bracelet for christmas i wonder who got her that 👀👀 its a mystery.

-Ibara of course has the cross necklace but. she also has pretty rose earrings :)

-Jurotas family has given him the most luxurious jewelry over the years but he never wears any of it. he prefers the friendship bracelets from his classmates.

-’Geki has plain black earrings. hes a simple man and i respect that.

-WHEN I TELL YOU THAT PONY HAS A MASS ASS AMOUNT OF HORN JEWELRY I MEAN IT!!!!! that image lives in my mind rent free and is the reason im making this post in the first place. also belly button piercing.

-Kosei keeps the rings from ring pops. Kosei: fully pierced the outer part of his ears. wants an eyebrow piercing. probably got it. wears metal necklaces to bite on. has a lot of those rubber bracelets you get from like hot topic. or camp.

-Tetsu and Setsu both have bull rings. i refuse to change my mind on this.

-Tetsu also has those square diamond earrings. the dumbass pierced his own ears and no one thought to stop him.

-Setsuna has her tongue and an eyebrow pierced. she wears thin metal bracelets bc she likes the jingle jangle sound

-Miraculously, Manga has a snake bite piercing. Hilariously, its placed just so that it looks like a period on him.

-Juzo has both of his ears completely pierced he likes the earrings that are connected by chains. he has a nose ring, tongue piercing and a lot of skeleton jewelry.

-Not only does Bondo make friendship bracelets for the whole class (that they all wear bc they would) this man also runs his own etsy shop and we love him for it. he doesnt wear any jewelry himself but he loves making it for his friends ❤️

-Neito cant stay out of Claires for the life of him. have you seen his hero costume tie? homies a bedazzle addict. no facial piercings outside of his ear lobes but he loves his rings and necklaces.

-Reiko has a necklace with a crystal on it. im not well versed in crystals in regards to spirits so ill leave that to experts. She also has a hematite ring.

-Hear me out. hear me out. you hearing me? ok. Rin has some of his moms old hair sticks. the decorative ones. i pray im calling them the right thing. Rin also also really likes flower jewelry and has a dragon ring.

-Vlad has his nips pierced and i will physically fight you on this. Bull ring, eyebrow piercings. with an s. Tongue piercing and he clicks it against his teeth. thank you and good night.

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under-the-cherrytree · 3 years

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You alr know my request but- may i request Akane x Reader x Lemon?

Akane x reader x Lemon❣︎

Warning: A little bit of talk about Akane x Aoi but it doesn't last-

A/n: Lemon is so underrated and this is like best love triangle-

Like one is a bad boy (ish) and the other is a bit of a yandere-

Cute-

I kinda used a bit of bad boy Lemon so-

I hope you enjoy and have a great day or night!!

These two are so distracted tho

Like Akane has a huge thing for Aoi

And Lemon is addicted to his phone

But for some reason… they aren’t distracted while you are around

Like it will take a bit for Akane to realize his feeling for you

But when he falls he falls hard-

Lemon started to notice he was… more interested in you than his device

Like you were the only person he would fully pay attention too

Which shocked a lot of people as well-

The way these boys realize that have a crush on you is totally different-

When Lemon first started to realize he wanted feeling for you he wanted to be around you more

He would tend to turn his phone off when he is around you

Like its s h o c k i n g

But when he does have his phone out, he will take a picture of you

He has a whole file of pictures of you, whether he had permission to take them or not-

When Akane found the file-

Akane takes a different approach to this

If he thinks he like Aoi, he will deny the fact he likes you

But when he sees Lemon taking his chance, he cant help but get jealous

Like dont talk to them-

Soon enough they both find out they both like you…

A little bit of rivalry starts up

Lemon will spend as much time with you as possible as Akane does everything you say

If you decide to date both of them…

Like they are both kind of possessive boys

Lemon is a bit...scary if you know what i mean

But soon enough they learn to get along with each other and share you

“Hey Lemon…?”

“Yeah Akane?”

“Send me that entire file of Y/n, got it-”

These two are your protectors tho

Like no one is messing with you

Akane and Lemon will deal with the issue the way they see fit

They will confront this person in front of everyone if they have too

They aren’t afraid to fight this person

One thing is for sure though

Their top priority is protecting you

Akane sighed as he blushed deeply, the wind blowing in his hair as the flowers swayed at his feet. He clenched his hands into a fist, finally mustering up enough courage.

“I…” He gave a look of determination “I love you! Please go out with me Aoi!” He begged.

“Sure, I guess I can date an annoying simp like you-” Lemon started, phone in hand, but was soon interrupted by Akane grabbing his collar in annoyance.

“Will you take this seriously Yamabuki and get off your phone for one minute?! I’m going to confess to her tomorrow and it needs to be perfect!!” Akane shook, letting go of him.

“What's the big deal… she's probably going to reject you like normal.” He said bluntly, eyes still on his device in hand.

“No! This time is going to be different, I just feel it!”

“Sure man… if you say so.”

“You are so unsupportive…” Akane sighed.

“Lemon! Aoi!” Your voice ran into the two boys' ears, making them look in the direction it came from.

“Y/n…?” Lemon looked up, lowering his phone.

“What are you boys doing out here?” You approached them with a cheerful smile making them both blush.

“W-well we were just practicing a confession…” Akane turned away, hiding his blushing face.

“Oh…” Your smile dropped “A confession to Akane-san, right?”

“Yeah, who else…?” Akane responded “Well me and Lemon should continue-” he looked down at him. Akane grew irritated seeing Lemons phone in his pocket and not in his hand, mesmerized by you. He tried to ignore the thoughts but couldn’t help his growing anger to the boy.

“Oh I’m sorry if I interrupted you guys! I bet you will get her this time tho! See you later Aoi and Lemon boy!” You waved at them before running off. Lemon's face went red hearing the nickname you gave him.

“They called me lemon boy…” He muttered to himself only causing Akane to get more ticked.

“Hey Yamabuki… why the hell is your phone in your pocket now…?” He asked in annoyance, glaring at the boy.

“Y/n is an important person to me…” Lemon only glared back at Akane.

“Oh, and I’m not important enough for you to put your phone away?”

“Well my phone is away now so lets just do this-”

“No. I want to know why you would put your phone away for them specifically.” Akane stepped closer to the other boy. “Do you happen to like them?”

“So what if I do, does it affect you in any way?” Akane felt his heart drop hearing his best friend admit his feelings so easily. “Don’t you like Aoi?” It sounded more like a statement than a question. Akane stayed silent pondering the question in his head. As much he wanted to deny it, he couldn’t. You were always on his mind, always. He always had Aoi on a pedestal, but for some reason, you were higher than the pedestal he had for her.

“Whatever… I was thinking about confessing to them soon anyways.” He rubbed the back of his neck, looking to the side.

“Over my dead body Yamabuki.” Akane threatened.

“Don’t test me Aoi.” Lemon threatened back.

“Well then… I think we know where this is going to go…” Akane voice leaked with poison.

“Yeah…” Lemon challenged him back, not afraid of him.

Let the rivalry begin…

#yamabuki lemon #lemon x reader #yamabuki x reader #akane x reader #akane aoi #akane aoi x reader #tbhk x reader #tbhk #tbhk anime #toilet bound hanako kun #toilet bound x reader #jshk x reader #jshk #hanako x reader

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aphrodite-would-be-proud · 3 years

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Anon said: tried to read through all your request rules, but I didnt specifically see which Characters you write for. If you do, could you write for Porco helping his S/o sleep? I have super bad insomnia most days, and I just really want something fluffy with Porco...just cuddles or stories or something. If you dont write for Porco though could you switch it with a AoT character you do write for, I'm not really picky. Thank you so much in advance! 🥺💗

Porco helping you sleep

{Porco x reader | tw:none | sleep help, fluff | canon }

{ "The Night School" C.1660-C.1665 By Gerrit Dou 1613-1675 }

Unmoving shadows cast into the empty white walls, slightly flickering with the flame on the white candle sitting on the nightstand. Half lidded eyes observe their small movements for they're the only interesting thing in this empty hotel room you've been assigned.

Your beige uniform tucked into the small closest with a single hanger inside, the armband hanging on the closest door for easy reach. The squeak of the spring mattress chirping up whenever you moved to flip your too stiff pillow.

Judging by the amount of melted wax collecting on the bottom of the candle, you've been awake for far too long.

This isn't the first time this has happened, you're used to getting acquainted with the room's walls and shadowy furniture.

Sleep has abandoned you long ago, its friend insomnia visiting you daily instead. Only leaving every week or so to remind you of what you could never have, taunting almost.

You've tried to force yourself to sleep really, did every known trick in the book, you even tried mediation like Zeke has been preaching to you about, but to no avail. so you've started making peace with the thing, you know at least using the night time to get things done since you're not getting rest either way.

Books were your first friend, for staring at the walls could only be entertaining for so long, but now with your stash of books miles away back home, you're left with nothing else to do.

The nightstand drawer only contained an emergency gun with several bullets inside, and the pocket knife under your pillow wasn't interesting enough.

Getting up from the bed, you picked up the candle before slowly inching the creaky door open. Maybe a glass of water could help, who cares that this is your third time going for water in the last hour? Well hydration is important after all, or so you tried to bargain for an excuse to stretch your legs.

Attempting your best to glide through the old wooden boards without as much as a squeak, you headed towards the kitchen, passing through several other bedrooms in the process, probably all deep in dream land already.

Everything was too quiet, the sound of water filling the glass was the only thing interrupting the silence, its cool feeling going down your dry throat helped you a bit.

Drinking down what you can, you decided to take the rest with you back, a good excuse for a trip to the bathroom later. Although as you turned, a figure was leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed and staring at you.

"Isn't it too early for breakfast?" Porco said, covering his mouth with his hand as he yawned, "you should get some rest while you can, we're getting thrown in the front trenches tomorrow."

Just the mention of it made your stomach roll at the thought of staying in a muddy hole for days, the smell of gunpowder and yelling of soldiers, not to mention the crowded train rides back home.

"I know, it's just…" you stared at the water moving inside your glass while tilting it, "one of those days, you know?"

eyes narrowing with his eyebrows pulling down in concentration, even Porco's sleep clouded mind could recognise the heavy bags under your eyes. The ride here used all of your energy and now you're too tired to even sleep.

Feeling an unpleasant weight on his chest, he wasn't sure what to say as he approached you, awkwardly leaning against the sink, a heavy sigh left him.

"You know, you should bother me more often, I don't mind it." His gentle tone was followed by a melancholic smile, "let's just...go to bed."

With that his hand wrapped around your wrist, loosely at first like he was reluctant about it, before it got more secure once you didn't pull away.

…

The old door gave out a creek as it closed behind you, the room dimmer than you left it with the candle you're carrying almost burning out.

Looking at the small bed with a single pillow, you wondered how the two grown people would fit in it and judging by the frustrated look Porco was eyeing it with, he must be thinking the same.

Looking at him, your mind wondered back to all the battles you've fought together. For some reason the superiors always seemed more strick and harsh with him, especially after the paradise mission was launched.

Belitting and nagging, carelessly throwing him in risky situations.

Your grip tightened around the water glass, feeling growing thickness in your throat. "Hey...it's okay you can go to your room, you need sleep." You said moving past him to sit on the bed, "I'll be fine."

"Should've thought of that before waking me up, now scoot over." He said, rising an eyebrow and stepping closer.

"I didn't wake you up, you're just a light sleeper." Laying down, you stretched your limbs filling the bed, "there's no room, it won't fit."

Silence filled the room for a while, you could feel his eyes roaming over you, "Oh really? Well…"

One second, you were laying on the mattress while staring at his stubborn expression in confusion, the next a pair of arms was lifting you up as he stole your place before dropping you on him. His arm circled your waist not trusting that you won't pull away

"I made it fit." he looked at you with smugness in his eyes

His warm skin felt comforting against yours, contrasting with the cold room air, you could hear his slowing heartbeat with being so close to his chest, your legs slowly tangling to fit under the blanket covering you.

Apparently that's as far as his genius plan went, because after that an awkward silence filled the room.

"So...you made it fit huh?" You couldn't help but say, a grin slowly spreading on your face.

Porco blinked in response, tilting his head, before his eyes stilled as his ears flushed. "Fucking god, you're such a-" his attempt to scold you was interrupted by a chuckle escaping mid-sentence.

Having a contagious laugh, soon enough you too joined him.

After it died down, the atmosphere was replaced by a much more relaxed one as his hold on you softened, more intimate than the previous one.

"When I was a kid, i used to have trouble sleeping- well more like i was too stubborn to fall asleep." Porco said, trailing his finger up your back soothingly, "and since Marcel was stuck sharing a room with me, he'd tell me stories to get me to fall asleep."

"What kind of stories?"

"...if you tell this to anyone I'm reporting you to the higher ups you for treason, they were flower stories." Clearing his throat, you could feel his heartbeat rising under you,

Closely watching your reaction, Porco continued after some seconds. "now I'm not calling you a kid nor do i think it's as simple, i just think...we should give it a chance."

With the heaviness of the blanket above you and warmth of his body underneath you, it was hard to refuse his request, especially with the way he looked at you so earnestly.

You agreed, and felt his other hand reach to pull up the blanket more, tucking you protectively between his body and the soft fabric.

"This first one is called...well i don't remember what names Marcel gave them, but it's about poppies."

Crimson red bringers of eternal sleep, their crumbled petals and dark centers often found in the ancient tombs of soldiers.

As the mother of nature, Demeter, mourned and grieved from the betrayal of Zeus, it wasn't only the mortal realm in which death loomed at every corner, for her own mind was a tormenting prison of never ending suffering.

And so a droplet of her blood sprang and flourished to create a six petaled flower, easing her heartache if only for a moment as the poppy put her to sleep, numbing the pain.

Following in her trail was a red carpet of poppies, soon enough death and sleep themselves wore the flower, red crowns resting on top of Thanatos's held up head and one almost slipping from Hypnosi's leaning one as he dozed off. for eternal sleep was only another name for visiting the underworld.

A symbol of peace in resting and condolence for the loss of a loved one, became the poppy's role.

"This is why you'd often see them in people's front pockets whenever we return home." Porco said, the light slowly vanishing from the room as the candle burned itself out, the flame snuffed.

You've never questioned why a delivery of poppies would always be on the requirements in each returning celebration, it's just always been there.

Slow and easy breathes flew through you, lazily stretching your arms up till it met something soft. Porco seemed to tense as your fingers loosely combed through his hair, leaning into the touch after a while.

"Don't stop." He murmured, sleep clear in his voice as another yawn left him.

"Do you have any other stories?" Drowsiness sweeping through your mind, you buried your hed deeper against his neck, eyelids fluttering shut.

"Yeah just…" his hand stilled from behind you as he looked into space attempting to recall a memory, soon enough the soft stroking returned. "This one is about peony."

Named after none other than Paeon himself, these flowers lived up to their reputation of healing and honour, for they have their own story to tell.

How the peony came to be declared king of flowers.

During the Tang dynasty, empress Wu Zetian strolled through her garden. Frowning at the empty field of green covered in thick white blankets of snow, the harsh season not showing mercy for the plants.

With a new goal in mind to flip this dreadful looking graveyard of a garden, she set to defy nature for she is the ruler of the land and her word is law.

Per her majesty's order, all flowers shall bloom in the midst of winter's visit.

As the word travelled far, all the fairies in the land couldn't believe their ears, how could such delicate fragile petals grow amidst the storm and snow. For flowers only bloom in spring, how could we go against mother nature?

While merciless mother nature was cruel, she couldn't compare for the empress's strong rule. For the fairies feared for their wings as their knees shook in her presence.

When the sun shined again, it welcomed colourful fields of different flowers in full bloom. The empress was pleased with their sweet smell and proud colours, each one rivaling the other.

And yet, she stood still near one flower bed, eyes wide. The peony deified her words and stubbornly refused to open, only sticks and brittle leaves left in their place.

In a fit of rage, the empress banished the flower to a far away city, striping away their status.

Living up to their stubborn nature, the peony bloomed that spring the most beautiful flowers humans have ever seen, turning the city of Luoyang into a heavenly soft land as their petals danced through the wind.

But their beauty couldn't last long, for a hungry fire swallowed them all, under the order of the empress who turned their green to coal.

And yet to everyone's surprise, when the earth circled the sun again, the peonies were back in bloom. Springing from the ashes were their mesmerising big petals and soft colours.

In their respect, the fairies crowned them for their bravery as the ruler of the flowers, for wasn't it for their sacrifice the flowers wouldn't have been freed.

"They stayed on the right way, even if it meant going against the world." Porco's slurred words were half muffled against the pillow, head buried in it, his eyelids seemed to get too heavy for him to force them open again.

Turning his head to the side, you felt his lips press a light kiss against your forehead before whispering a goodnight, his hold still comfortably secure around you as if you might slip away.

Soon enough, you too drifted into sleep as only his soft snoring filled the room. The moon watching over both of you through the windows as her light barely reached inside.

And at this instant, you didn't think there was anywhere else in the world you'd rather be. Thoughts of what the future holds were pushed to the back of your mind next to the past, for the present is now and what a waste it would be not to bask in these rare moments of peace in this horrible world

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Reign (3)

Summary: harry sees something he's supposed to have

Warnings: angst in the beginning, angst in the middle, angst near the end

Word Count: 4881 words

A/N: @devilinbetweenthesheet-s : dont cheat and don’t do drugs, kids

Tarnish (1) . Halo (2) . Reign (3) . Trial (4) .

Errors (5) . Ruin (6) . Crumble (7)

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A writer that cannot write is dead.

When one loses the ability to tell their stories and anecdotes through the mere action of swirling words together to create an imaginable atmosphere of real-world fantasy; they are dead. A writer recovering from the mundane and mediocre way of penning experiences to bounce back into what they used to be is difficult. It is easier to free fall and drown in the depths of despair. The moment thoughts and rumination fog up to form a blurry image of conviction is a warning sign, blaring at the back of their minds and sometimes even in their faces.

Harry is a writer--or, he was. Picking up the pen to style the words lingering in his head used to be as easy as blinking; quick and natural. Now, the words claw at the swell of his throat, trying to spit an adjective to describe the way he felt. It was at the tip of his tongue, waiting to be lathed into existence. It did not matter if his cognition was mingled with various chemicals aimed to be able to feel happiness.

He was sober but he had trouble placing his finger on why it was so strenuous to narrate his feelings throughout the breakup. Being high or drunk was never the answer for him. Weed made him tired and made him have a case of cottonmouth. Harry learned from a young age that he should only ever engage with alcohol if he was in a mindset and setting that catered to increase existing good vibes. He thought that maybe he was in an odd phase of perceiving the opposite, and so he intoxicated himself enough to understand that it didn’t matter if he was soaked head-to-toe in sobriety or whizzed out of his mind by the amber liquid swirling in the glass in his hand. But that wasn’t the circumstance. It also didn’t matter if he was grasping his favourite pen to write--because it was comfortable--or tapping his calloused thumbs against his phone keypad. Hell, it didn’t make a difference when he sat down and prepared his typewriter to indulge in a headspace of vintage songwriting. Maybe that would help.

It didn’t.

He had stories to tell. Everything was laid out in misty overcast yet Harry’s great ideas morphed into gentle mistakes, harsh mistakes and discoveries that had him almost ripping his hair out of the roots of his scalp. When he felt the wave of his ocean-thoughts rise and peek where the sand shifted, his fingers were ready to move and discern for the eyes to see. But with each fritter, he couldn’t seem to get even two paragraphs in to decide that it was utter shit.

Harry was old enough to understand that slumping on the wet sand was a part of life. Sometimes picking up a fistful of grains and throwing them back to the sea was a great way to release frustration. But it seemed like this plunge of his ability to write was a hole of quicksand. He was trying his hardest to displace himself as swiftly as possible but it only made his scenario worse. The muddy sand clung unto his legs like sticky glue, heftier with each effort to leave. He wanted to move on. He wanted to forget everything that occurred in the past four years. Harry wanted to erase Y/N from his life because she wasn’t around anymore to bring those memories back to sparkly existence.

What he needed to do was nestle himself into a certain depth, calmly, in order to pull a limb out and ensure that his progress on the so-called ‘moving on’ did not have any drawbacks. Until then, he cannot possibly create songs that he was well-known for if he wasn’t patient enough.

He wanted so badly to tell his side of the story. Harry craved to think as clearly as he did when he told Y/N about his plan for their future. Admitting to his feelings was a hard route. Sure, he can be vulnerable but it took a great deal of convincing on his part to immerse himself in the deepest parts of his brain to understand why he felt the way he did. He usually had the means of songwriting to help him out but that obviously wasn’t working out that good for him.

___

Harry was packing the rest of Y/N’s things in boxes to be picked up later in the afternoon. He was annoyed at first at how she depended on him to fold her clothes properly instead of doing the bundle of the work herself. But he guessed that she didn’t want to be around him for longer than she had to. To be frank, he also did not want to indulge in what might turn into an argument if they spoke about the reason for their breakup. It was just a bit confusing because he had an urge to still want her around despite their less than likely situation.

Torture. If Harry had one chance to describe the way he felt right now; it was torture. With every nook of Y/N’s side of the closet emptying into brown, cardboard boxes--he physically how much she had integrated her life with his. How much space she took up in his life. How his clothes and her clothes were so interchanged between them that he couldn’t decide if the gray pull-over was actually his or hers. And in a moment of selfishness did he tuck it away for his safe-keeping despite seeing the tag imprinted on the inside; a shop that he hadn’t set foot in so it was a guarantee that it was hers.

Her scent embedded in the thin threads of each fabric wafted to his nose; each with a new wave of memories engulfing his senses as if each piece garnered a specific scent tailored to a specific event. Like her sunflower sundress--it smelled of fresh flowers as if the print was a scratch and sniff that released a fragrance. Or their DIY-ed tie-dye shirt of pastel blue and cotton candy pink. It was a matching piece made out of the cheap dye and a simple white tee but it was theirs. Things like these made Harry want to yell in frustration because every time he thought that he was completely over her-- Y/N appears out of visibly nowhere and towers over him.

Seeing her for the first time in days was a breath of relief. She looked fine. Glowing even, and Harry did not know what to make of it. As sadistic as it sounded, he was expecting dry-stained tears and a birds’ nest of hair trampling her head. Instead, Y/N was dressed for comfort in her baggy jeans and an even looser sweater covering her body. Her lips were drawn in a thin line, giving him a nod in greeting as he gestured to the boxes littering the floor.

Harry offered to help--it was the least he could do. And somehow, silence protruded from the tense atmosphere, begging to be cut by a knife yielded through their voices nipping at each others’ emotions.

“Let go of my damn hand,” Y/N stated, her hard stare could turn Harry into stone. He just wanted her to listen before she left.

He shook his head in denial of her request, tightening his grip further. “No. Listen to me, Y/N,”

“What do you possibly have to say that will change anything between us?”

And maybe it was her fault for assuming that he wanted to fix things. The sliver of hope thinly dressed behind closed lids enabled her to think that maybe he was going to say that he wanted to make things work again. That he had broken up with Camille and he realized what a stupid he had done throwing away everything they built up to for the past four years for an affair that couldn’t quench the thirst of his desire to have a family.

Harry sighed, a shadow of mischievous smirk painted on his lips. But maybe it was Y/N’s sight in deception because she could never see Harry as anything other than sweet and kind Harry incapable of hurting a fly.

“What? I don’t intend to. We’re broken. We’re beyond fixing,”

The hitch in her breath was as sharp as the stare he was searing her with. Forcing her to please understand that this would be their last conversation--if time and fate were on their side. “You’re not something I would take the time to handle,”

“Stop saying shit you don’t mean, Harry” Y/N rolled her eyes in annoyance. His macho act was barely an act and more like a stage curtain easily pushed with a flick of a wrist.

“Things I don’t mean?”

“You heard me,” She crossed her arms over his chest in defence, leaning against the closed trunk. “Say what you will but our love was real. Don’t make me seem like I’m crazy. Don’t tell me that I’m a mistake,” Her voice was filled with confidence because she knew the affection that Harry diffused.

The cradles of his palm at the small of her back when they had to walk past a crowd. The subtle graze of the back of his fingers caressing the bare skin of her arm. Kisses pressed to her temple as she read a novel and swirling fingertips twirling her hair. These were acts of love that happened nearly every day in their relationship. A routine that felt different if it wasn’t done to or with each other.

Exasperatedly, Harry felt the same itching crawling up his spine. His ego ballooning into a delicate size and one more word from Y/N’s lush lips would have him on his hands and knees, begging for her back.

“This, us, was a fuckin’ mistake,” Harry’s accent thunked heavily in her cochlea, practically spitting the words out of his mouth as if they were poisonous. Ringed fingers gesticulated the space between them to emphasize how much of a misunderstanding they truly were. “I should’ve known the second things went further than planned,”

Y/N felt her heart drop to her full stomach. The feeling so nauseating that she instinctively palmed her belly over the fabric to protect her little baby from his harsh words. Even though they weren’t directed towards anyone but Y/N. She didn’t think that their unborn child deserved scrutiny from their own father.

“You don’t mean that, Harry.”

Because how could he? Not when he emulated sincerity through his syrupy voice. Not when he spent hours loving on her tummy and spoke to it like he would if she were pregnant. Especially not when every kiss from him felt like a buzz of electricity coursing through her veins because he was the main distributor of her happiness.

Harry truly was an asshole for making her hope and wonder of what the future held when he was unsure himself. He did want a family. That was a statement in all its truthfulness. What he wasn’t sure about was if he wanted a family with Y/N. He could have a family; kids of his own in his own time. But Y/N didn’t have to necessarily be the mother. So was he besotted with the concept of family and marriage regardless of who it was with?

“But I do,”

The rain started drizzling in frequent spurts, planting a fat droplet on her cheek that could be argued as a tear escaping Y/N’s eye. It hurt a lot to hear that from him. The man of her dreams blatantly denying each sugary word because his plans had changed.

“You’re a goddamn mistake is what you are,’

“Why are you. . .saying all these things to me? Are you trying to hurt me?” The shakiness of Y/N’s tone had Harry swallowing his words down his strep throat.

He shook his head in disagreement, “No, I’m not. ‘M just tryna make you see my side. So you can understand,” His head dipped to the side, softening his tone yet stern as though he was speaking to a child.

And that was one of the reasons why Y/N didn’t believe his all-too stoic demeanour about her. Harry was great at making others see his side regardless of how much in the wrong he was.

So why was he struggling?

___

Needless to say, he wasn’t very respectful towards Y/N any other time afterwards. He had unblocked her number months after blocking it at one point and demanded answers that he didn’t have the right to know. In retrospect, Harry was embarrassed by the way he acted. He did cheat on her and suddenly he was a saint because she moved on quicker than he thought she would? Unbelievable.

In his defence, the night he became the drunk caller was the same night he fought with Camille about having children; having a family they can call their own. Ever since that discussion did Harry notice a dispatch in their relationship. It was like they were aware of a missing link that had disappeared in their connection, but neither one of them wanted to be the one to bring it up. Harry supposed that now that Camille knew what he wanted (and vice versa)--she was feeling the pressure of giving in to him. Don’t get him wrong, Harry absolutely wanted a family and he thought that Camille was the right partner to build it with. However, he couldn’t help the voice at the back of his mind slyly whispering that he had forced her to give him what he wanted for the sake of saving their failing relationship.

___

It had been two and a half years since he mildly and miserably accepted that his dream family was being erased like a pencil on paper.

The first year; Harry still clung to the obscure hope that Camille might change her mind of having kids. Many fights sprouted between the two of them concluding in them sleeping at different places for weeks on end until they eventually crawled back to each other like an invisible string. The second-year; Harry brought up the idea of adoption. It was a hard choice for him as he desperately wanted kids of his own. A boy that looked like him and his love or a little girl that smiled at him with deep dimples mirroring his own.

And Harry liked to think that he was just on the edge of convincing Camille to consider the option when his tour was scheduled a few months after. A new dealbreaker was that Harry wasn’t going to be around much to watch and nurture the little bub they might’ve adopted. It was a sudden intrusion to think about since Harry was good with kids. He knew that. That was why he had three godchildren of his own. But what hit him the most was how sure Camille sounded when she yelled at him about leaving for months at a time and returning for a bit, only to leave again. Now, Harry hadn’t considered that part. But surely he will be ready to choose between a family and his career, right? When the time comes, he thought.

___

It pained Harry to admit that his relationship with Camille was dwindling down the drain. The knowledge that there was no future--the one that Harry envisioned--for them was getting more and more real each passing day.

A late-night grocery trip was one of the many examples that had Harry rethinking his actions for the past couple of years. It was the time period where night owls arose and barely any customers littered the aisles. Still, Harry made sure to keep his hoodie up to shield his face.

Camille had an early flight to Milan in just a few hours later that day and she wanted to purchase some things to bring with her; in case they weren’t available in the country. So here they were at three in the morning.

As Camille walked ahead of him in her sweatpants and a plain tee, Harry couldn’t help but let his eyes flicker to the clothing section to his right The first-floor space was decorated with pastel blues and pinks; a stroller was displayed with a price would not make a dent in Harry’s bank account.

“‘M just gonna grab somethin’ over here, Cam,” Harry muttered as he pointed a thumb behind him. She nodded, “Meet me at the produce? Need to get you some fruits,”

Harry felt guilt thudding his chest because although he was losing feelings he thought were written in stone, Camille appeared to care for him the same way she always had.

He walked to the brightly lit area, puffing his cheek as a cute onesie caught his eye, “You’re so golden” with the word ‘golden’ printed in a shiny, yellow glimmer. He smiled at the thought of baby angel cooing at him as he tickled her tummy. Harry passed by the shoes next, picking up a pair barely the size of his palm. His mind flashed back to a conversation with Y/N years ago,

___

“I’m just saying,” Y/N took a bite of a pickle she held on her left hand, “Baby shoes have no business being that expensive,”

Harry chuckled from his place across the counter, “Babies need shoes too, love,’

She grabbed her fork and stabbed a piece of strawberry from her bowl, “I didn’t say the don’t need shoes. For tiny things, they could at least be a bit cheaper,”

Harry watched as she munched on a pickle on her left and took a bite of a strawberry on the other. His tongue poked out in a gag at the odd combination, resorting in glare and a huff from Y/N.

“You should try it instead of judging me,’

“No, thank you. Watching you eat it is enough for me,’

___

Harry craned his head at each aisle, hoping to find Camille and to distract himself from the endless Y/N related thoughts that somehow returned to his brain. He needed his girlfriend to remind him that he cannot just knock on Y/N’s door and ask her about the baby she has. If he could hold them for a bit because his baby fever was through the roof.

Locating the produce section, Harry whistled mindlessly as he searched for a blonde head of hair, failing to notice that there was a basket in front of his feet. He had kicked it, jolting him out of his thoughts in a hurry.

A man with brown hair sporting an outfit similar to his (sweats and a hoodie), chuckled at him as Harry leaned down to retrieve the gray basket filled with a jar of pickles.

“Sorry man,” Harry muttered, holding the handles up for the man to carry.

“It’s alright, it happens,” The guy had not seen his face yet, too busy inspecting the carton of strawberries.

He decided to continue the conversation, “Strawberries and pickles? Odd combo, huh,” Harry was briefly reminded of Y/N’s obsession with the two rival products.

“Yeah, m’lady loves ‘em. Had a craving in the middle of the night. She’s in the car right now with our lil bubba,”

Harry’s heart fluttered at the mention of a baby. He needed to get his rails in check. He cannot keep having his heart bursting with adoration at the mere mention of a baby.

“I’m Connor,” He said, finally facing Harry after choosing the best carton.

“I'm--,”

“Harry!” Both men turned their heads towards Camille carrying a basket full fruits and green veggies, “Got you some stuff to blend for your smoothies,”

Connor squinted his eyes at the couple and Harry internally screamed because he knew that he and Camille had been recognized. “Harry. Yeah, I know you,” The sudden hostility made Harry confused as Connor grasped his basket from him in a harsh manner, heading towards the checkout.

The rest of the time inside the store was filled with curiosities as Harry carried the paper bags towards the car, barely recognizing Connor’s figure heading towards his own vehicle. Luckily, Harry has parked only a few slots away and could inconspicuously watch Connor and his so-called ‘lady’.

Except, Camille was ushering him to hurry up as she still had a few things to pack at home.

___

On most days, Harry was used to waking up alone. Used to feeling the shiver crawling up his side, used to seeing the indent left by Camille’s body instead of her. He had grown familiar with the sudden cast of loneliness blanketing him thicker than the duvet on top of his body.

The early morning trip to the store had tired him out, paired with the overthinking of the man named ‘Connor’ that flipped his attitude towards him quicker than he could kick the grey basket with his feet. He flopped back to the mattress after washing his face and brushing his teeth. It was noon when he jolted out of bed again at the sound of his front door opening, voices filling the empty space that had Harry running towards the foyer in case there was an intruder.

His tense shoulders sagged in relief when he caught sight of his mum and Gemma, “Oh, s’just you guys,”

Both women looked up at him at the top of the stairs, “You forgot we were coming over for the weekend, didn’t you?” Gemma teased as she headed to the living room. Harry followed, walking down the stairs.

He scratched the nape of his neck nervously, “No. . . “

“Can you help me reach this, H?” Anne called out from the kitchen.

His mum gave him a big hug and a kiss on the cheek, “Yes, you did, by the way. Slept through the whole morning. Good thing Camille let us in before she left,”

At the sound of a bag crumpling and squeals echoing the hollow house, Harry scrunched his nose in curiosity, briskly walking where Gemm was currently holding up tiny baby clothes in front of her. “Who’s that for?” He thought of any possible friends that had had a baby recently but couldn’t recall any.

She immediately stuffed the clothing into the bag, nervously placing a hand on her chest, “Gosh, Harry, you scared me,” Her brows went high on her forehead in alarm, sharing a look with her mum trailing behind Harry.

“Well? Did I miss something?”

“Oh, it’s for one of my friends,”

Harry contemplated on his next words, “D-did you know that Y/N had a baby?” It couldn’t be right if his sister and mum knew about his exes baby and not him, right? That’s just plain odd to still be in touch with an ex's family. His brows furrowed in suspicion as both of them declined his question.

“What? Nooo,”

Awkward silence filtered through the air as Anne sipped water from her mug and Harry was slowly putting the pieces together. Gemme dove to the centre of the couch where her phone was when it rang suddenly, surprising all three of them. Harry was quicker, eyeing his mum and sister and inspecting the emoji substituting as a name before sliding his thumb to answer it.

"Hey, Gems! Are you coming to the park? We're waiting for you,”

Harry felt his heart drop to his stomach just as the phone nearly slipped from his clutch. That voice. He could recognize it from everywhere having spent nearly every morning for the four years that they were together hearing it lulling him out of sleep. It was Y/N’s voice calling his sister who was looking extremely anxious.

He tapped on the ‘mute’ button, “What does she mean ‘we’?”

“Nothing! Give me my phone back,” Gemma tried to reach for the device but Harry held it high beyond her reach.

“I saw the picture you sent me. I told you that you and Anne didn’t have to get me anything,” Harry felt dizzy. “Connor and I got some things a few weeks ago. But that skirt is so adorable!”

One part of him was glad to hear her voice. In fact, Harry found himself smiling too, despite what he just heard. Connor. “Harry, won’t be there right? Hello? Have I been talking to myself this whole time,” Y/N laughed a little; she had a habit of talking endlessly when she was excited. It made Harry more sombre, letting his guards down and his arm in reach for Gemma to grasp.

“Hey! I'm just organizing the clothes, see you soon!" Gemma jammed her finger on the red end call, anxiously glancing at her brother, piecing everything together.

“Who's Connor?" Could it be that the Connor he met last night was the same as Y/N’s? The one who bought pickles and strawberries--one of Y/N favourite food combinations? He mentioned that he had a little girl and Y/N just called to meet his sister and his mum at the park. And baby clothes?

Anne and Gemma looked at each other, quickly deciding that for the benefit of Harry that they should tell him at least a little bit. He was looking as if he was going insane, especially with his bed head pointing his hair out in different directions.

“He’s Y/N’s partner”

Harry gulped, reeling his thoughts to a halt, “Partner? And the baby is...?” The last bit of confirmation was all he needed to lash his feelings out.

“Is... waiting for us at the park! Sorry H gotta go,” Gemma was swift enough to gather all the bags without having Harry chase after her. His state of confusion and shock was enough to render him partially speechless and immobile.

“Hey wait!”

Anne garnered his attention, “Oh, Mrs. Q from next door wants me over for dinner. I’m sure wants to see us both. Why don’t you get ready, Harry?” Anne tugged his arm in the direction of the staircase pushing him to stumble up a couple of steps.

Harry was confused. He made the sounds of his footsteps creeping up the wooden stairs, hearing his mum quietly talking to Gemma on the phone, “Elmsway Park, you said? How long till you're home? I’m not sure how long I can keep him occupied,”

With that being said, Harry was out of his house, silently unlocking and locking the door. He was dressed in some basketball shorts and a graphic tee, slipping on the first pair of sneakers he had tossed aside. Harry jogged to his car, typing in the name of the park on his phones’ GPS. The route was only a few minutes away so he decided to take his time, gathering his scattered thoughts along the way.

He parked just beside the playground scouting the trees around the premises. Harry decided that it was the perfect day. The sun was out. It wasn’t too humid and the birds were chirping on the branches. He could see why the playground was full of children running around in delight. The green patches of grass were partially filled with picnic blankets and food to be shared. Families laughed with each other as one in particular caught his eye.

It made him smile at first, seeing just how adorable the couple was with their baby. He exited the car, making sure to lock the vehicle. With his hands jammed deep in the pockets of his shorts, Harry could feel the tethered grass rubbing against his legs. As he got closer, he couldn’t help the twinge of familiarity spark in his chest, recognizing that what he was staring at was Connor playfully chasing a little girl of about two-years-old as she squealed at how close he was getting to tagging her.

Harry stood by a tree, shielding him away from view. He tried to appear invisible without seeming too creepy. He knew that it was only a matter of seconds before his eyes found the woman he had been missing, whether he wanted to admit it or not.

Connor picked up the little girl in his arms, dotting pecks all over the girls’ cheeks, causing her to giggle and push his face away with a tiny palm. And there she was standing outside the raised platform of the playground, coming up to the both of them with a juice box in hand to hydrate the little angel. Connor turned his attention to Y/N, planting the most adoring kiss on her lips that made her smile so wide and the baby cover her eyes. They laughed together, looking like a picture-perfect family.

Gemma sat on the bench, flickering her gaze to the precious family in front of her and to the figure of her brother walking away from the scene. Her heart broke for Harry, and it cracked, even more, when he turned back. This time, watching Connor and Y/N cheer on baby angel to go down the slide. Both of them clapped their hands in enthusiasm as the girl hesitantly slid down the plastic slide. The smile on her face was infectious.

It almost made Harry smile, too.

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the capstone - chapter one

Summary: Reader is a semester away from getting her masters in Psychology and duringher last semester she has to complete her capstone, or passion project if you will. This year, the professors decided that each student will be personally mentored by a psycologyst in distinct fields. When Y/N meets hers, she can’t decide whether she is lucky or if it will be a long 5 months.

Pairing: Female reader x Spencer Reid

Word Count: 1.8 k

Chapter warning: harsh language, sexy talk, no smut yet

A/N: omg tysm for all of the love on the teaser post. i hope i dont dissapoint.

Although I’m wide awake, I let my alarm clock keep beeping and beeping and beeping as I stare up at the white ceiling of my cheap studio apartment. My neighbor woke me up bright and early this morning by doing what sounded like lugging a dead body throughout his apartment. I lifted my head slightly just to slam it back against my bed, whining about being awake at 5:30 am. I’m probably just nervous. I have to complete this passion project for my psychology class by being mentored by a famous psychologist and write a paper about their career and their wisdom I guess. I have a meeting with my mentor today and I don’t know what to expect. My professor kept the identity of our mentors a secret. For the “excitement” and whatnot.

With a sigh, I swing my legs over the side of my bed and bend over to switch off the alarm. Resting my elbows on my knees, I run my hands down my face, basically prepping myself for the fact that I have to stand up soon. The moment I stand, I stretch all throughout my body, ending with my hands high above my head, stretching into the ceiling. My mouth getting ready to yawn when a bang was heard next door, like a book being chucked against the wall ajoined with my neighbors apartment causing me to yelp. I’m pretty sure I heard a chuckle in response to my scream. I glared at the wall, thinking of all the ways I could storm in there and punch my neighbor. I had two choices. I could storm in there and do all the things I wish I could do, or I could mind my business and get ready for the day.

Rolling my eyes I decided to just get ready. I still wanted payback, however, I blasted Heaven Knows I’m Miserable Now by The Smiths as I head into the showe. I grab brown trousers, a white button up, and a sage green set of lace undergarments. Not that anyone would see them, unfortunately there has been a drought of sorts in my pants. I just wear them for the aesthetic. Getting undressed, I put on my favorite playlist with all of the songs that make me feel like I’m the main character in an indie film. I heard a light tapping at my door, like some wanted my attention but at the same time wished I never paid attention to them. I decided to ignore it and step under the stream of water in my shower.

Once I was all finished with my shower, I stepped out into my foggy bathroom. Singing along to Bug Collector by Haley Heynderickx, I start drying off and slip on my outfit for the day. I keep my hair in a towel to help it dry some so I don’t have to use any heat on my hair. For my makeup I decided to go for a red lip, neutral blush, mascara, and brows today. Something simple and professional. I let my hair out of the towel and brush it out, not doing too much to it. Blowing myself a kiss in the mirror, I grab my purse and wrap my student ID around my neck, letting it fall next to the golden flower chained to my neck.When I open the door, I laugh in shock at the note my neighbor left for me.“nice taste in music”

I felt something against my leg and knew exactly who it was. “Hi, Payton,” I sweetly spoke to the Sphynx cat at my feet. I named her Payton even though she’s not technically mine and just wanders through the apartment complex. I bend down to give her scratches at her neck. “How’s my cutie patootie. Did you see the asshole who left this not?” She just tilted her head more into my hand, telling me to keep on scratching. “Guess not.” I stand back up and check the time on my watch, “Shit”. I had five minutes to get there.

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A bell rang as I entered the coffee shop I was supposed to meet my mentor at, of course with my favorite mask on. My eyes scan the place a little before I walk up to the counter to order my favorite drink. “Hi can I just get a 16 ounce Earl Grey, please?” The barista said something along the lines of yes of course and how my total was 2.16. “Alrighty, thank you.” It didn’t take too long for it to be done. They weren’t very busy and it’s just a tea bag and hot water.

“Excuse me, are you Y/F/N Y/L/N?”

Woah. His voice sent a tingle down my spine. Probably just because I haven’t had much human contact or the fact that I haven’t been laid in a while but, my god, what I would give for him to say my name again. But that was nothing compared to what I saw when I turned around. I’m just glad I was wearing a mask so he didn’t the way my lips parted when my eyes met his. He had curly brown hair and he dressed like an old man, doesn’t sound like much but for me, that’s everything. Oh my gosh, and he had nerdy little cute glasses? When I realized I was staring I averted my eyes and started blushing.

“Um, yes, hi, that’s my name. I’m so sorry, but what’s your name?” The tremor in my voice made me want to just drop dead. I’m a woman of science but if the Earth knew how to open up and swallow people, now would be the time to prove it.

“Oh hi. I’m Doctor Spencer Reid. I’m your psychology mentor. Did your professor not tell you?” He seemed so confused, oh my god he’s so cute.

“Oh. Oh my God I’m so sorry! My professor didn’t let us know who was mentoring us, just in case we did prior research or something. I’m sorry. But yes um I’m Y/N. It’s very nice to meet you, sir,” I kept on rambling, looking anywhere but his eyes. Unfortunately, it made me look like I was checking him out. Oh fuck.

Chuckling a bit, he goes, “Oh no your fine. No need to apalogize. It’s a pleasure to meet you miss Y/N.” Not going to lie, the way he said my name sent tingles to my pussy. Oh my god what is wrong with me! I can’t be thinking these things about the person who is going to mentor me! Stop being so horny.

I started to blush and I cleared my throat and gestured towards the window. “Um, should we go sit out there?”

“Oh yes of course. Please after you,” he said, his hand finding the small of my back, hitching my breath and making me nervously mess with the rings on my fingers. We sat at the iron tables outside of the coffee shop, he pulled my chair open for me, finally his hands off of me. I felt like I could breathe again but at the same time I felt sad, empty. He took off his mask to take a sip of what he was drinking and holy shit. He had some scruff and his lips just looked so inviting. I wanted to distract from the silence that was biting at me. “So, uh, what do you do?” My voice trailing off, making everything so much heavier with awkwardness and the sexual tension that was just coming from me.

“What do you mean what do I do?” Fuck. I looked so stupid of course he does something in pschology. That’s the whole reason you’re here.

“W-well, um, like what specific area do you work in?”

“I do criminal profiling with the Behavioral Analysis Unit of the FBI.” My eyebrows bunch together in confusion. What does that have to do with psychology? Almost as if he’s reading my mind he continues, “We psycho analyze crime scenes, victims, bodies to understand why a criminal would do what they did, which helps us to understand the type of person they are, their background, and it leads us to the criminal, or unsub.”

“Wow that’s actually really cool. But, like, how does that all work?”

“Tell me, Y/N, when was the last time you had sex?” I didn’t say anything. I was so shocked. First off, how inappropriate, but also how did he know? “When I first walked in, you kept on looking me up and down as if you’ve never seen a man before. You keep fidgeting with your rings. Usually new jewelry makes people fidget but the stains on your fingers suggest you wear rings frequently which means you're nervous. Also ever since I’ve taken my mask offyou haven’t stopped staring at my lips. So, sweet girl, tell me when was the last time you were satisfied?”

I just sat there, gapping at him like a fish out of water. What was I supposed to say? Why thank you for asking, although the last time I’ve had sex was a year ago but the last time I’ve orgasmed has been longer? Before I could come up with an answer he got a phone call. Someone named Morgan needed him or something. Whatever it was, it seemed urgent.“Sorry our meeting got cut short, Y/N. Very important FBI business came up. Here is my card, has my name, email and phone number. I recommend calling me because I don’t usually check my emails or my texts. Your professor already gave me your contact information so I know how to find you. I am very excited for the upcoming months.”

“Oh- uh, thank you,” I whispered, still shocked. He grabs my hand so that he can hand me my card since I haven’t moved a muscle.

“Oh and Y/N?” My head wips up at him and I let out a “hmm?” that could be mistaken for a moan. “Green is a nice color on you.” Confused, I looked down to see my button up shirt had popped open, letting my green covered tits be seen by the world. Eyes blown open, I immediately cover myself and say a thank you that sounded so embarrassing because my voice cracked. He just chucked and told me he would contact me soon. Before he left, I could’ve sworn he looked at me as if I was a sexy hollywood actress or something. But I brushed it off. Maybe he was concerned for me. After all, I had my tits out and made it obvious that I was desperately horny. God these five months will be awful if I keep thinking about Dr. Reid as a sex partner than a mentor. Then again the concept of having sex with your mentor can be hot. Nope. No. I should stop there.

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