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buccini555 · 5 months

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𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬: "𝐏𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲"

≡ You invited all your friends to your birthday party but only they came

♡ ⠂⠂୨୧ H e a d c a n o n s

⌕ 𝑭𝒕. Hanma Shuji, Kisaki Tetta, Takeomi Akashi, Wakasa Imaushi, Shinichiro Sano, Mitsuya Takashi, Hakkai Shiba and Taiju Shiba

𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝.𝟷 | 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝.𝟸

‧₊˚ ୨୧ ˚₊𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐦𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐮𝐣𝐢‧₊˚ ୨୧ ˚₊

Just when you were losing all hope of anyone coming to your party, Hanma showed up completely late with some flowers in his hands.

"Happy birthday! Wait... Are you crying?" He wouldn't even realize how late he was, much less that there was no one there, however, as soon as he came to his senses, he realized that none of the guests had attended your party.

"What the fuck are they thinking? Damn! I'm sorry, but, well... At least I'm here with you, it's not a big deal, but at least I am." Even though Shuji didn't show his feelings much, he would be a little sad seeing you so hurt at your own birthday party, so he did his best to cheer you up, handing you the small bouquet of flowers and covering you with hugs and caresses throughout the day.

‧₊˚ ୨୧ ˚₊𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐤𝐢 𝐓𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐚‧₊˚ ୨୧ ˚₊

Kisaki would be the first guest to arrive at your party, he would shyly hand you your gift and kiss your cheek, as time passed, he realized that no one else would come.

"I'm sorry for no one came..." He would hug you, gently comforting you until you calmed down, that situation made him feel incapable, since the only thing he could do for you was just stay by your side.

"I'm not going to let those bastards ruin your birthday, we can celebrate together, I know I'm not the best person for this, but... I'll do anything for you." Kisaki would say, resting you on his chest and stroking your hair subtly, spending the rest of the day being affectionate like never before.

‧₊˚ ୨୧ ˚₊𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐨𝐦𝐢 𝐀𝐤𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢‧₊˚ ୨୧ ˚₊

Having spent the night before drinking, on your birthday Takeomi would wake up dazed from the feeling of post-drinking, for this reason, even if he was late, he couldn't help but attend your birthday party.

"I'm here, my little princess, do you think I would miss your birthday?" Takeomi would hug you as soon as you opened the door, without even noticing the fact that you were crying, however, when he realized that the room was empty and you were ending up in tears, the older realized that only he had attended to celebrate your party.

"Bunch of fuckers... No one came, right? No need to cry, I'm just here for you, hm? I'll teach them a lesson later..." Takeomi would speak, comforting you in any way he could, after that, he would celebrate your birthday by your side, even forgetting about his drinking headache.

‧₊˚ ୨୧ ˚₊𝐖𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐬𝐚 𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢‧₊˚ ୨୧ ˚₊

"Am I too early, my princess?" Wakasa would say when he arrived at your birthday party and saw that there was absolutely no one but you and he, at that same moment, you hugged him, when he observed the sadness in your expression, he realized that none of the guests had shown up.

"... Holy shit, how did they have the cowardice to do this to you? I'm not going to allow some useless people to ruin your birthday." He would speak in a low and crestfallen tone, caressing your face and gently wiping away each of your tears, even though the older didn't express himself so easily, he was definitely determined to make you happy again.

"I'm here... I don't want to see those beautiful eyes full of tears again." After comforting you and cheering you up at least a little, Wakasa and you would stay together, eating the party's sweets and snacks while he would hug and kiss you every minute.

‧₊˚ ୨୧ ˚₊𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐨‧₊˚ ୨୧ ˚₊

Shinichiro always took your birthday really seriously, always being the first to wish you a "happy birthday", for that reason, the boy would definitely be the first to attend your birthday party, giving you your favorite gift and some beautiful flowers, it would take a long time for Shinichiro to notice the disappointment in your eyes when he came to the conclusion that no one else would come to his birthday party.

"H-hey... Don't cry, don't let them ruin your party. I'm here, I'll always be..." The same would say with the intention of consoling you, then hugging you and giving you all the affection possible until you finally calm down.

Shinichiro would really be there for you and for you, celebrating your party as if nothing had gone wrong, you and him would have fun eating all the chocolate cake and cheese snacks.

‧₊˚ ୨୧ ˚₊𝐌𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐲𝐚 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢‧₊˚ ୨୧ ˚₊

Mitsuya would definitely take his little sisters to celebrate your birthday, being the first to arrive, Mana and Luna would give you your gift, right after, Mitsuya would wish you congratulations with a subtle kiss on your cheek, as time went by, no one in addition to the three, he had arrived at your celebration and as soon as the boy noticed the sadness in your eyes, he felt even worse.

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry... But, we're here to celebrate with you." He would say, giving you a tight hug, trying to cheer you up even if it didn't seem possible.

Throughout the day, Mitsuya would try hard to keep you distracted from the event, you would actually have fun together even more with the presence of the sweet little girls, he would be as attentive as always, making you feel much better.

‧₊˚ ୨୧ ˚₊𝐇𝐚𝐤𝐤𝐚𝐢 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐚‧₊˚ ୨୧ ˚₊

"S-sorry! I ended up being so late that everyone already left-" You would interrupt Hakkai with a tight hug and as soon as he noticed your face full of tears, he would realize that no one had attended your party birthday, at that moment, the tallest just returned the hug, leaving the gift he had bought you aside for a brief moment.

"...I'm sorry, don't cry, please." He would say being heartbroken to see you crying exactly on the day you should be smiling, even without knowing what to do or how to act, Hakkai would be determined not to let that day end in even more sadness.

Hakkai would remain by your side throughout the day trying to cheer you up in any way he could, you would eat cake together and the taller one would spend the day telling you random facts about his stressful routine just to get a few smiles from you.

‧₊˚ ୨୧ ˚₊𝐓𝐚𝐢𝐣𝐮 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐚‧₊˚ ୨୧ ˚₊

"I hope I was the first to come and honor my little doll's birthday." Taiju really wasn't the affectionate type of guy, however, for your birthday, he would at least try to be less cold, ending up being the first to arrive and showering you with the most varied gifts and flowers of every color he could find, despite furthermore, when Taiju realized that time was passing and no one else showed up for his party, he began to get angry, even more so when he saw you crying because of this fact.

"You don't need to cry like that, I'm here! Then I'll personally try to teach your colleagues a lesson." Taiju would say in a serious and threatening tone, somewhat worried about your condition, his heart that felt like iron melted like butter when he saw how much it had affected you.

"God! How did they have the courage to do that to you..." He would finally give in and end up hugging you in search of comforting you, Taiju would become the most affectionate maid possible on that date to simply not end up destroying your long-awaited birthday.

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emsgwenstan · 3 months

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Personal or professional?

Larissa Weems x fem(carpenter/joiner) named reader

Chap 5| chap 6| chap 7

Words: 3k

Warnings: insecurity’s, swearing.

Note: another fill in chapter… this gif☝️is the look she gives Violet about the door lol.

Well it’s official, It’s the 12th of December and my dreaded birthday, another year of being alive, I guess I should be grateful but only 2 hours until I can go home and sleep! Jesus I really am getting old. I do wish I could see Larissa today but I don’t want to disturb her, we have been texting since that day which was three days ago now, I drove her home that night and the next morning she sent me a message saying good morning and I thought that was really sweet, but this morning she hadn’t said anything, I don’t need to read into it though, I just hope I haven’t done anything wrong. My phone started to ring in my pocket and just when I thought it was her I was wrong.

*Louise*

“Happy birthday vi!” She yelled.

“Thanks Lou.” I said chuckling.

“Happy birthday vi.” I heard jades sultry voice say on the other line.

“Oh yeah jays here too.” Louise said.

“Wanna wish auntie vi happy birthday?” She added.

“Happy birthday auntie violet!” Lou’s daughter lily shouted.

“Aww thanks guys, how is everyone?” I asked.

“Yeah we’re all pretty good, how are you though? You’ve been pretty quiet… perhaps finally found someone?” Louise said teasingly.

My face burned, how am I supposed to say yes I’ve met and fallen in love with someone, we’ve had sex and yet we’re still in a what do they call it now? situationship? Friends with benefits? Let alone it being with a woman- not that they’d be very surprised.

“I have been getting out more and no I’m not with anyone.” I said.

“Let’s hope you find someone vi we don’t want you to be alone forever.” Jade said in a sing song voice.

“Shut the fuck up, says you your a hoe, a serial seducer.” I laughed.

“Ok lily go to your room for a minute.” Lou said.

“Oh my god sorry!” I said.

“Aunt of the year award goes to Violet.” Jade said mockingly.

“Agh, anyway guess what?” I asked.

“What?.” “Mhm?” From the both of them.

“I’ll see you guys at dads this year.” I said.

“What! You’re actually gonna show up!?” Louise said.

“Yeah but I’m not gonna be alone, I’m bringing my… friend Larissa.” I said awkwardly.

“Ooooo Larissa.” They said in unison. I could just imagine them looking at each other knowingly.

“Please… anyway I’ll be there for a week then I’m going to see my mum.” I stated.

“We haven’t seen you for ages, oh and by the way dad has been such a dick lately, all he talks about is fucking golf.” Jade said.

“When isn’t he a dick, and that doesn’t surprise me, I’m not going for him though I’m coming to see you guys.” I spoke.

“Yeah well we will be there for like 9 days I think, we really need to go out all together again, I know I need to get hammered.” Louise said laughing.

“Agreed I know just the place.” I said.

“We know.” They both said giggling.

“Ok well I’m at work so I need to go but I’ll see you guys then ok?” I said.

“Alright we love you sis.” Lou said.

“Love you guys, tell lily and Lottie i love them to.” I said.

“Will do, bye.” She said.

“Bye.”

I went back to stacking lengths of timber in their designated racks and began to wrap up the rest of my stuff getting ready to come home.

Finally in the threshold of my house, I kicked off my boots and tore off my work clothes, it was so fucking hot I felt like I was suffocating. The heat was up so high last night because it was freezing and I forgot to turn it off this morning as well as having the fire going. Turning it off and keeping the fire going I went and jumped in the shower quickly to rinse off the sawdust and settle in for the night.

Hopping into bed I let my hair out of the tight ponytail it’s been in all day letting it fall over my pillow and just like that I passed out. It was only 6pm but I didn’t care it was much needed, although it wasn’t until a while later when I could feel my body slightly shaking that I awoke again. “Wake up darling.” A hushed voice spoke, I know that accent anywhere, why is she here? how is she here? I rolled over slightly with my eyes cracked open, Larissa was standing beside me with a hand delicately wrapped around my bicep.

“Good morning.” She teased. “What are you doing here? How did you get in here?” I asked sleepily. Larissa brought her hand to my face stroking my cheek lightly. “I did knock, but no answer. The door was unlocked, I should have rung you I’m sorry.” She said in haste. “No, no it’s fine you’re welcome you don’t even need to knock.” I said rubbing my eyes. Larissa smiled warmly. “Sit up for a moment I’ll be right back.” She said leaving the room. I’m still a little bit delirious wondering if this is even real or not, but the fact that I could feel her gave me every indication that it was. Slowly I sat up and realised I’m only wearing underwear, I clutched my duvet to my chest and sat cross legged against my head board.

Larissa waltzed back in with a large box in her hands, the sound of her heels clacking on the floor boards getting closer gave me more anticipation wondering what was going on. She perched herself on the edge of my bed and placed the huge box in my lap, it was a deep red with a crimson, satin bow on top. I looked at her with curiosity and a small smile. “Open it.” She said gesturing me to do so. Slowly I undid the ribbon and opened the box, I could smell it first, the large bouquet of red and dark red- almost black roses that lay on top. “Oh Larissa, these are beautiful.” I said plucking them out and smelling how heavenly they are. “How did you know these were my favourite… not just the flowers but the colours.” I asked jokingly. “I have my ways.” She said. I giggled at her and lay the roses next to me and continued to open the layers of tissue paper.

The next thing was clothing of some sort, pulling it up I gasped. “It’s beautiful.” I said astonished, the black dress was gorgeous, intricate black beads lined the off the shoulder cut out and strapped top, the thigh slit down the side and the cuffs of the sleeves. “Why did you get me this?” I asked incredulously. “Because you deserve it.” She said blatantly. “I’m afraid I don’t think it will fit.” I said solemnly. “It will, I promise.” She ensured moving the tissue further out of the way to indicate there’s more. Carefully I laid aside the dress as well and took out the next thing. A large black coat with fur around the hood, sleeves and bottom. My eyes lit up and I became speechless. Trying to catch a sneaky look at the tag, I didn’t find a price or size instead the words ‘Vivienne Westwood’ in scribed on it. “What the fuck.” I breathed, I looked at the dresses tag and the same thing was embedded.

“There’s more.” She said suggestively. I looked at her with wide eyes and put aside the coat. Underneath was a shoe box and another thing wrapped with tissue paper, I opened that first unraveling the fragile paper. My cheeks burned, when I came to relise it was lingerie, a set of scarlet red lace, a bra with matching panties. I admired them, running my fingertips along the intricacies of the material, I gave a shy and quiet thank you to Larissa and set them aside too. The last thing was the shoe box that made my breathing stop. ‘Cristian louboutin’ no fucking way.

Larissa could see my face at the sight of it, how much I was in shock and awe even without seeing what’s in it. I took off the lid and just about had a heart attack, slick black heels lay next to another adorning the familiar red bottoms. I turned to Larissa with a gaping mouth and wide eyes. “How- why…I. Larissa I’ve wanted these shoes since I was 17!” I screeched. She grinned and put her hand on my wrist. “Happy birthday darling.” She whispered sweetly. Again I melted. “Oh rissa, I don’t know if I can accept these.” I said softly. “Yes you can, I wanted to give you something to make you feel beautiful, and I know that black makes people feel slimmer- not that you need to of course! I just…-god, I thought I could help you feel better about yourself and show you how beautiful you are my sweet.” She said feeling horrible at how that sounded. “No I understand, it’s very thoughtful of you. Most of my clothes are black.” I said smiling.

“And I think red looks gorgeous on you too.” She said. I immediately remembered that I wore a red bra that day and that’s what she was pertaining to. Larissa was very close it was harder to not be under her piercing gaze, I put the box next to me and wrapped my arms around her neck, slowly I leaned in and hoped she wouldn’t pull away, I placed a chaste kiss to her lips grinning into it. “Thank you lovely.” I said into her ear still hugging her. “You’re very welcome.” She said pulling back. “Now I hope it’s ok with you but I made reservations for 8:00, so go get changed into these and we can go get dinner?” She said questionably. “You didn’t!” I said. She stood from the bed and reached for my hands to help me up, I stood and covered my stomach feeling a little self conscious again.

Larissa grasped my wrists, moved them away and looked in my eyes. “Don’t hide from me darling.” She said placing another kiss on my forehead. She turned on the spot and left me to get changed. In the bathroom I painted on some make up opting for dark eyeshadow and lipstick a few shades darker than Larissa’s, I curled my collarbone length blonde hair and put on my gold necklace with a ‘v’ initial and a few rings from the dish on the sink. I slipped on the red lingerie with a smirk and then the dress, for a moment my heart sank when the sip at the back wouldn’t go up, but turns out it was just caught on the material, it slid up my back with ease. I slipped on the shoes and couldn’t stop the excitement that spread through my body as I did so.

Looking in the mirror, I stared at myself, I hadn’t even realised I had a waist, the shoes are what I kept looking at and my calf muscles that sculpted due to the height. Larissa carefully opened my bedroom door and walked up behind me, I looked at her in the reflection giving a timid glance, she pressed herself to my back and gently put her head on my shoulder and moved her hands to meet around my front, her palms smoothed out the fabric and stopped at the swell of my stomach. “You look stunning.” She said kissing my temple. “Thank you.” I said. “Shall we go?” She asked. “Yeah.” I grabbed the coat and put it on.

Going past the kitchen and hallway I grab my keys from the dish. “What are you doing?” She asked. I dangled the keys giving her the hint I’m driving. “No, I’m driving.” She said plucking them out of my hand and putting them back down. Larissa walked out the door and I followed behind her, she stepped to the passenger side and opened the door for me, I giggled at her chivalry. She walked to the other side and sat in the drivers seat. “Ooo the woman knows how to drive stick.” I said as a joke. “Yes I do, something else we have in common.” She said turning on the car and reversing out of the drive way.

Once she went thought the gears, Larissa placed her hand on top of mine and curled her fingers into my palm, the butterflies in my stomach were alive and well at this point, not that they ever go away when I’m with her. When she down geard and sadly removed her hand from mine it must have meant we’re close, but when I saw the place my eyes just about bulged out of my head. Larissa killed the engine and stepped out, just as I open the door she glared at me through the windscreen, I laughed throwing my head back and closed the door again. She made it to the other side and reopened the door extending a hand to me.

I stepped out onto a gravel driveway and kept a hold of her hand. She closed the door and started to lead me in the direction of the restaurant. “Wait.” I said stopping. Holding her hand I took off my shoes and started walking again until we made it to cement and put them back on. I looked at her confused face. “I want to savour and look after these shoes.” I said. “Oh.” She chuckled, we made our way up the grand steps to the front door. This place was about ten minutes out of town and secluded by trees, the building was a tan colour and had pillars surrounding it, pot plans and ivy covered the exterior, a red carpet rolled down the stairs and the large double doors open wide with a ‘please wait to be seated’ sign on the wall outside of them.

Larissa glanced at me as a young woman greeted us. “Hello ladies, booking name?” She asked. “Weems.” Larissa said. “Yes, right this way.” She lead us into a massive dining hall, intimate tables with candles and silver alike, chandeliers vaulted from the ceiling, paintings, even live music with people playing violins and other sweet sounding instruments, a dance floor- for those who actually dance, it was beautiful and it felt right to be here experiencing this with Larissa, if I came here without her, she would be the one I’d tell this place about. “Here you go.” She sat us in a green velvet booth and placed two menus on the table then left.

“I didn’t even know this place existed.” I said. “Do you like it?” She asked shrugging off her cream coat, Larissa was wearing a plum coloured silk blouse and a matching cream pencil skirt, my breath hitched at the sight of her, somehow she seemed nervous, the woman who exudes power, authority and confidence is nervous, but then again I know its not the first time around me, but as if I do that to her, its probably just because she wants me to have a good night. “Absolutely, I really don’t deserve this-.” “Yes you do.” She said cutting me off. I took a deep breath and changed the subject. “Any idea what you feel like?” I asked. We both went through the menu together, decided on our choices and ordered.

Larissa and I were having a conversation about what we both did today when we were interrupted by a man who seemed to know her. “Larissa, I thought that was you.” He said. She looked up and let out a sharp exhale through her nose forcing a tight lipped smile. “Mr jones, lovely to see you.” She said speaking though here teeth. “Likewise, I don’t see you out of that school often.” He said. Larissa bit the insides of her cheeks quite literally refraining herself from spitting a very unkind insult his way. “Yes well Marcus, I do have a life.” She said bitterly, if looks could kill. His line of sight went to me. “And who is this?” He asked. If it were anyone else, She would have felt compelled to say ‘oh forgive me how rude I didn’t introduce you sooner’ instead she kept her back handed behaviour. “This is violet Hastings, my very good friend… now if you don’t mind we would like to enjoy our dinner.” Her voice sounding like venom. “Nice to meet you, I suppose I should get back to my wife.” He said awkwardly leaving.

The silence was killing me. “Ok what was that?” I asked chucking. Larissa let out a huff and turned to face me. “That was Marcus jones, a sleazy twit… also a board member.” She explained whilst simultaneously taking a sip of the wine the waitress brought over. “He did seem a bit smug.” I said sidding with her. “He’s an imbecile, all he does is make my job harder and tries to deny my advances for the schools funding and changes.” She said twisting the stem of the glass on the table. “Not to mention, every Thursday night he goes and screws his assistant, how cliche.” She rasped, throwing back the remaining wine in her glass. I raise my eyebrows in response. “I was a bit harsh wasn’t I?” She asked grasping my thigh under the table. “No, because if it were me id have been worse, you did a great job.” I said. Larissa laughed. A real laugh. It was loud and turned a few heads, but I didn’t care id love to hear it again and again and again. She covered her mouth with her fingers trying not to do it again. She never fails to make me weak.

The dim lighting made her look even more delectable then she already is and I found myself staring at her. “What?” She asked noticing. “Your just…ethereal? I don’t even know how you real.” I said lowly. “Stop it.” She giggled looking down. “I don’t think you know how pretty you are Larissa.” I spoke. “I could say the same about you vi.” She said tightening her grip on my thigh. The waitress brought over our food and left us to eat alone again. Once we were finished a flurry of people went to the dance floor with each of their partners. “Would you like to dance violet?” She leaned in to whisper. “Oh I don’t dance.” I said. “Please?” She pushed. Looking in her eyes I tilted my head, I can’t say no to her. “Sure.” I said reluctantly. Larissa took my hand and guided me to the floor.

On perfect queue the music started, the tune was familiar, experience I think it was. Everyone began to slowly sway to the music as if their bodies were one, Larissa held onto my waist and brought my hand to her shoulder, I placed my free hand in hers and began to dance. She was wonderful, so free and loose, Larissa let herself succumb to the music and I did the same, the stronger the tune the more contrived the movements, Larissa spun me about like they do in those ridiculous romcoms but Christ it felt like I was in one, her gaze never faulted, eyes piercing into my own as if the whole world disappeared. When the music went softer Larissa braced her arms around my torso and I joined my other hand to her vacant shoulder and let my head rest in the crook of her neck.

"May I cut in?" A voice said behind my shoulder, as I turned there standing was that same halfwit Marcus, asking me to dance. I looked to Larissa for help, she said nothing only looking down at her feet. "Um...I-." I began about to reject his offer. "Great!" He took my hand and I was dragged of with him, as a new song started I couldn't stop staring at Larissa, she stepped away sitting back at the table hardly watching what was going on, like the big ball of anger I am sometimes, I felt obliged to peruse my next move, as he was twisting me around like a monkey on steroids, I leaned back and stopped on his foot with my heel and elbowed him in the face. "Oh! my apologies I'm a horrible dancer.” I said with faux forgiveness. Immediately I ran back to Larissa.

"Why didn't you save me." I said sternly and out of breath. "You looked happy with him." She said fiddling with her fingers. "I beg your pardon? I’m sorry but if that's what I look like when I'm happy with someone then I must look insane when I'm with you." I expressed sitting down again. "Did you not just see what happened." I asked. "Yes, I must say it was a little entertaining." She said giving me a meek smile. "good. But why didn’t you do anything?” I asked. “I don’t know… I’m sorry I just thought-.” “It’s fine, I mean he had that coming.” I said. We sat together for a while and before I excused myself and went off to find the lavatory leaving Larissa at the table alone again.

*Larissa’s pov*

I’m so glad violet likes the gifts I gave her, she looks breathtaking, I feel deeply saddened that she doesn’t see herself through my eyes, but I do suppose no one sees their own beauty like others. I hope I didn’t take it to far when i gave her the lingerie, i just couldn’t help myself. Violet is an incredible woman, shes smart and witty, she’s kind and full of skills i could only dream to obtain, she makes me feel like I’m the only person in the room as if i were so interesting, a 48 year old who lives and breathes to work and is unbelievably stubborn, something else we have in common i think. I adore all the things about her she views as flaws but somethings telling me that there’s still more to her, but in time i hope to learn them all.

I feel so guilty I did nothing to stop that asshole from taking Violet away from me, I thought we had a special moment, I guess my own insecurities came to play, the last time I danced with somebody I was with mortica and that didn’t end well, why would it with her?

I observed her as she came back to the table, her legs are stunning and she can definitely walk in heels, i do find that people our height can do a good job in them if i do say so myself, I’m pleased that she insists on taking care of them, even if she didn’t id just buy her a new pair. Before she sat i offered to take her home, we had been here well over two hours and thought she would appreciate actually going home. “Sure.” She said. I stood and draped my own coat over my shoulders and placed my hand in the small of violets back to go and pay. As already anticipated she tried to debate on who was paying but in the midst of it i handed the poor waitress my card, the glare i received when violet heard the beep on the machine was endearing, she did look as though she could physically hurt me but i kept my laughter at bay.

Exiting the restaurant, violet stopped and moved her head to gaze at the stars above, it was very beautiful, no light pollution, no noise, just the stars, moon, violet and I, although i found my view much better than hers. The reflection in her eyes and the soft glow of the out side lights from the restaurant made her impossibly more beautiful, that doesn’t even sound like the right word, but it will do.

*violets pov*

The sky was extraordinary I haven’t seen it like this for a while, but my gaze was cut short when Larissa ushered me to the car and opened my door again. On the ride home I placed my hand in her lap playing with the material of her skirt, I was so relaxed that I eventually fell asleep, the soft hum of the radio and the smell of her perfume lulled me to dose off. Larissa opened my door and gently coaxed me awake and let me rest against her side as she walked us inside.

By the time we made it to my room I had woken up a bit more and turned to Larissa. “Are you ok?” I asked. “I’m fine.” She said. I took off my heels and placed them inside my robe out of the way, I saw her looking down at the floor as she sat on the edge of my bed. Trying to find a way to lighten the mood I reached for my small speaker and turned it on, flicking through my phone I found a song to play, set down my phone and pulled her to stand. Larissa looked at me confused wondering what’s going on, I placed her hands around my neck and I locked mine around her waist and pressed my body to hers.

I hummed along to the tune and swayed to the slow rhythm, Larissa rested her temple on my forehead and sighed. “I don’t dance for just anyone you know.” I whispered in her ear, I could see the small smile across her face. “Violet?… why are you doing this?” She asked still wrapped around me. “Because you deserve to know that you’re cared for to, because you’re special and you would do the same for me.” I said. Larissa was quiet after that, but she did grip me a little tighter and breathe a little deeper.

After the song stopped I paused it and started to get changed. Larissa offered to drag down my zip, I stepped out of my dress and picked it up hanging it neatly inside the wardrobe. Just as I was about to enter the ensuite to change Larissa’s voice rang through the air. “Wait!” She said. I turned on the spot and looked at her flickering eyes and ridged stance, I was silent waiting for her to continue. “I-I… was wondering if you could just… stay- in what you have on.” She mumbled. My eyes widened at her ask, my stomach riddled with butterflies.

Larissa’s gaze met mine and slowly she stepped out of her heels, removed her coat and pulled off her blouse and skirt, only left standing in her underwear. My gaze never left her, not once, I don’t recall I actually blinked to be frank. “Is it ok if I stay?” She asked. I paced back towards her and discarded the clothes I’m not going to be changing into on the floor, I took ahold of Larissa’s hand and threw back the covers of my bed and crawled in before her. I found a comfortable position on my side and laid out my right arm for her to rest her head on, to which she did.

There were no sounds, no interruptions, no one else but us- half naked and left in only undergarments, Larissa’s long limbs were intertwined with my own and the way she studied my face made blood rush to my cheeks, I did the same though- studied her that is, stroking her hair and tracing unknown shapes along her jaw and lips, especially over her scar. “What are you thinking?” I whispered, Larissa’s eyes fluttered to mine. “It’s silly.” She hummed softly. “Tell me? I’m sure it’s not.” I said back. “I’ve not been this… close to a normie before.” She expressed. I adjusted my head a little. “And what does that mean to you, is that a good thing or a bad thing?… are you saying that your view on me would change if I were?” I said sitting up a little. “No of course not i just mean, I haven’t been exposed to any normie that has been… well, like you.” She said sheepishly.

I sat mulling over the conversation, on one hand it’s disheartening to hear that she hasn’t been accepted due to the fact of being an outcast, and on the other I suppose she still hasn’t… “I know that was rather odd of me to bring up but it was just something that I had been thinking about, it’s nice to see that normies and outcasts can be civil.” She murmured. I felt a tinge of guilt gnaw in my stomach, just wait for the right time Violet. “No I get it, really, especially since you dedicate your life to ensuring your students feel accepted for who they are.” I said laying back down.

For a while it was quiet and peaceful, Larissa was the one who fell asleep first, but as I rolled over she slightly roused earning an almost incomprehensible statement. “Happy birthday Violet, my sweet sweet girl.” She left her head against the back of my shoulder and pulled me by the waist to rest against her front. “I love you Larissa.” I breathed but with no response I knew she had fallen asleep.

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aliasnz · 4 months

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Undesirable Presents: Le/vi Acker/man for @nametakensff and @kawaii-kushami's snzblr secret santa event <3

Tags: aot/snk-canonverse, allergies (pollen), cold, contagion mention, spray, mess, language. Word count: 2000 (and counting) A/N: I have several apologies to make about this fic >-< First of all, I am so sorry that it is so late! Secondly, I apologize for being unfamiliar with the other fandoms requested, I couldn’t help but feel guilty for writing for my fav. Third thing: just so I can have something out sooner rather than later, please consider this a part 1 that will be edited, updated, and self-reblogged upon completion. Finally, this fic may be too indulgent, but I am crossing my fingers that it is enjoyable anyways ~

If Levi had his way, he would have spent the day in solitude.

His ideal birthday was simply his ideal day. In the warmer months, it would have been a sunrise run followed by a cold shower, his warm sweat and clingy pollen swirled down the drain. Then, his civilian clothes and a walk to the brick cafe at the edge of town. Black tea, white croissant, yellow pages of his favorite novel. Head ducked down and buried in his book, anyone who recognized him - for better or for worse - received the message: leave him be. He would sip until the porcelain ran dry, would stay until his stomach rumbled. With the last hours of daylight, he would stop at the butcher stand and purchase a few ounces of meat. It was about all he could afford on his military salary, but with rare optimism, he preferred to say it was all he cared to buy. Steak dinner for one. Lights out by dark. It was his way.

But Levi hardly ever had things his way.

He was a December baby, as Hange so mockingly put it, who loathed winter cold and winter colds. Instead of that morning jog and downtown stroll, he shuttered himself in his room with intermittent napping and tidying. Some considered his celebration traditions pitiful, but he could not complain. In ways as weighty as a family to visit or write to, yet also in aspects as miniscule as a good night’s sleep, Levi had been cheated in most realms of life. In time, he had come to live with it, found comfort in little joys, and wished the others understood that. That wish was most wanted on his own birthday, for everyone else seemed to celebrate it more than the man himself.

In the depths of his heart, he knew they cared about him. The yearly plethora of visits all accompanied with gifts should have proven that, but he loathed the treatment he received. Perhaps the early symptoms of the annual cold were to blame for that. No matter how hard he tried to avoid it, contagion made quick work of the barracks. Sooner or later, it would catch up to him, and that onset always seemed to hover around his birthday. On occasion, he wondered if he would be better off facing that inevitable infection head on rather than repeating the futile delay, but his train of thought was always cut off one way or another. A pang of headache, a harsh cough, a runny nose, or a sudden sneeze. This time, it was a knock at his door, the first of the day, one of many sure to come.

Levi swung his legs over the side of the bed. Bright rays reflected off the metal buckles of his gear and reflected into his eyes, garnering a wince and dawning thought: just how late did I sleep in? Standing up, he immediately noted how his shoulders felt heavy, his breaths labored. If he had to guess, his cold would take hold of him before the 25th was over. Lucky him.

Hand clamped down hard on the handle, startling the two on the other side just before he creaked his door open. The tall couple cast shadows over him: Nanaba and Miche with -

Shit...

Levi braced himself for their scream, but instead, they spoke calmly, handing over the bouquet with a pair of matching smiles, “Happy Birthday, Levi.”

He startled, not because he was surprised by their presence, but intimidated by their present: a bundle of bright-red poinsettias, pointed with specks of pollen he doubted they had noticed. They were far too innocent to have purposefully gifted him such a slew of allergens. Others, however, he was less sure about.

Instead of reaching out to grab them, Levi crossed his arms and tipped his tongue in refusal - refusal of their gift and refusing to indulge in the sneeze he already felt budding. Speaking quickly, he aimed to rush them out before they could witness his unravel, “I don’t want them.”

“C’monnn, Levi!” Nanaba pleaded, bending at the knees and shooting up again quickly. In her eager bounce, his eyes widened as he watched the petals flutter with her. His arms instinctively flinched before him as if he could block the microscopic wave. “Miche and I stood outside for hours in this freezing cold -”

Great, two more patients upcoming.

“- waiting for the flower shop to open.”

“First in line,” Miche added. “Do you know how popular these things are at this time of year?”

Levi’s stance remained unchanged, Nanaba saw his disinterest and felt compelled to play it up, selling the present rather than gifting it. “They smell good, too!”

Miche, on the other hand, preferred the path of insistence. Snatching the stems from his partner, he thrust them to Levi’s face, nearly touching, “Go on, smell them, you’ll see for yourself.”

He held his breath, reluctant to inhale as long as those were within reach. Aiming for subtlety, he feigned to nonchalantly scratch his nose with his wrist, “If you like them, keep them.”

“Someone’s ungrateful…” Miche teased, unhurt by the shorter man’s attitude, but never passing up an opportunity to rag it. “Y’know, most people would say ‘thanks’ or something…”

Levi frowned, he wasn’t ungrateful. Deep down, he was touched. On the exterior, though, he was objectively irritated, and could understand why they misread him. With a pang of guilt, he sought to correct the miscommunication, but that pang was miniscule compared to the burn of his nostrils, a flame that the leaves were now fanning.

“No, it’s just…” his face scrunched as he attempted to fight it off, just until he could finish the sentence, at least? “It’s… just…”

However, that bouquet was set on denying him. Throwing in the towel, a rare occurrence for humanity's strongest, he whipped around and buried his nose in the crook of his elbow, “Hah’AESCH-ihh!”

Fuck, all three parties unknowingly shared the same thought. For Levi, the nature of his curse was multifaceted. Foremost, the unexpected harshness of that sneeze, the wind knocked out of him first thing in the morning. From that, the daunting notion that this was the first of many sure to come, either from allergies or the cold. Finally, the flush that flooded his cheeks. That outburst had shown enough vulnerability already, Levi lingered behind his arm and remained turned away, waiting for the blush to disappear as well.

Yet, even after those awkward seconds of silence, neither Nanaba nor Miche could erase that image from their mind: his tan coat spotted brown, the mist that shot from beneath his elbow and faded into the room’s sunlit atmosphere. With the captain turned, they allowed their faces to contort with disgust. When his audible sniff confirmed what they thought they saw, they looked to each other and cringed, agreeing that this birthday visit was over.

His comrades did not put the dots together, that the sneeze was a symptom of his allergies rather than the cold that was notably floating through the halls. Fearing for their own immune systems, they retreated several paces, but not before Miche thrust the flowers in Levi’s grip and snapped his hand back, no chance of handing them back now.

By the time Levi turned himself around, arm still bent at his nose, the pair was already a distant blur.

Nanaba waved over her shoulder, “Feel better soon! Don’t come near us until you do!” A joking-not-joking singsong to her departure.

“Have fun with those!” Miche cupped his hand around his mouth, allowing his bid to beckon from down the corridor, “You can thank us later!”

Levi dropped his arm, prepared to call back. Doing so, however, meant that his guard was let down, and he should have known better, that his assailant would be quick to take advantage. With the distance, Levi did not turn or cover - not that he had the time for that - and instead ducked his head down, sneezing onto his own torso. “Hnn’kkshu! Heh-ISHhew!!”

Unfortunately for him, the height at which he landed placed him adjacent to the very bouquet that set him off. A dire proximity, each inhale killed every second - any hope - of relief.

The mess was not only audible, it was tangible, piercing the threads of his button-up and sinking through to his undershirt, summoning a shiver. The clean freak could not bear the sight, nor was it his habit to. After each sneeze and before opening his eyes, he assessed the tickle. If it remained, his lids likewise remained shut until his system managed to kill it. The first attempts at regular breaths informed him outright: you’re not done yet. Levi kept his head down, bangs intercepting his eyeline with each jolt. “Heh’tchew! Kk’shuu!!”

Once again, he paused to survey his own state. Although he beckoned for a break, his body merely mocked him. That all you got? Clearly unsatisfied, with frustration, he submitted to its demands, exacerbating the expulsion as best as he could, aiming to please. “Hah-ESHhew!! HIH’kit-chew! Hah…Hah-AEshih!!”

His intakes had been audible even from those meters away, his fit an early alarm clock for all still asleep in the vicinity. Dammit. As an insomniac, he was especially remorseful to have been responsible for waking anyone on the weekend. Even redder now, he tried to convince himself it was not his fault, that they should have known better than to shove those flowers in his face. However, as his voice crescendoed, it became more of a stretch to blame the gifters rather than the receiver, the inducer over the screamer.

The burn in his sinuses was unbearable, he decided to look to the windows behind him, hoping to coax relief. Before he could lure his gaze that way, though, he caught a glimpse of pity on his teammates, and somehow, that was what bothered him the most.

Fuck, this has to stop. At this point in the fit, breaths were hard to come by, and his life-or-death experiences had molded his mindset to meet his most urgent needs first. Perhaps counterintuitive, Levi understood that defeating the irritant meant battling with it. Working through rather than around. Meeting their eye contact, Levi yanked their gift to his face and took a deep, deliberate intake, figuring that his unconventional strategy could get two messages across: he was allergic to their gift, but at least it was good for something. And maybe they’ll remember this scene come next year.

Indeed, they would, and Levi would be lucky if the memory remained confined to those two. The finale was a sneeze that made them cover their ears and made the last few sleepers snap up in panic. For him, the aftermath resembled the end of a workout: tire and exhaustion, yet inexplicable relief. For them, it read like a newspaper headline: steadfast, hardass germaphobe of the branch soaked in his own saliva and other unspeakable substances. The tight-lipped, ever calm captain engaged in the toughest battle of his life: no titan in sight, but tiny irritants also impossible to see. Screaming the barracks awake, he would have been the last culprit anyone suspected. Only true friends would keep this episode a secret, maybe he shouldn’t have been so terse with them.

Vengefully, and with the slightest bit of told you so, Levi motivated himself through the end with the anticipation of seeing their guilty faces, but by the time he opened his eyes again, they were long gone, either cowering from contagion or gossiping already. Around here, viruses and rumors spread like wildfire.

Worked up and let down, Levi released a shaky exhale, wiped his face with his sleeve, flung the door shut behind him, and tossed the bouquet onto his bed.

One down.

tbc!

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 8 months

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Am I the asshole for snapping at my friend because I forgot her birthday

This happened a few days ago. We’ve (both turned 24f) been friends since college. My friend never remembers my birthday even when I give a heads up (I usually I mention it a few days in advance and a “tomorrow is my birthday”). She’ll only remember when I tell her or when another friend comes and says it. I don’t really do a lot in my birthday (I usually wait until a weekend when we can find time to do something cuz work is a bitch but sometimes we’ll just do a quick happy birthday and leave it at that). She doesn’t really do anything either other than to say happy birthday. As far as I know she has no memory problems.

I usually always remember her birthday and give her a call and a small present, usually a small box of chocolates. But last year I forgot because I had something that took a lot of my time that day. I didn’t remember until the late afternoon and sent her a quick apology and wished her a happy birthday which she gave a nice reaction to.

Come this year. Her birthday is on the weekend she’s throwing a small party for with a few friends, her parents, and her sisters. I show up and give wish her well and give her her present and she says “wow you remembered this year.” That put me off but I didn’t want to start the party by pushing it so I let it go.

We’re having a good time and hanging out but I notice my friends is a bit cold to me. She doesn’t talk to me directly and her actions felt a bit curt. I asked my other friends but they didn’t notice and I was beginning to think what she said earlier is just tainting how she acts to me right now. Later I see her by herself smoking in the back porch and I decide to go out and ask her. Since we’re outside and the music inside is loud I figured no one will hear us if it is something going on. We also try to be open with each other. So I ask her about what she said when I gave her the present.

She says her birthday means a lot to her and even though she said she was okay with me forgetting last year she realized it hurt her feelings more than she thought so it’s affecting her right now. I was mad because she’s acting like I didn’t say anything to her last year.

I told her I was sorry I hurt her feelings but I only forgot once while she has been forgetting mine for years (she completely forgot this year and didn’t even send a text). I also told her she never remembers anyone else’s birthdays unless they were around hers and she should learn to get over herself when a friend makes a small mistake because holding on to something as petty as that when it was only one time was really childish and bitchy.

I leave and our other friends don’t know why. I just tell them I needed to go home. I cooled down a bit later and apologized to the other friends at the party through a group chat without my friend and explained why I left. They sympathized with me but also said “that’s just how she is.” While I do plan to apologize to my friend too I also wanted to let her know that it wasn’t fair for her to be passive aggressive towards me when she herself doesn’t even do the bare minimum for what she wants. But at the same time it’s just a birthday and I feel like I’ll be a hypocrite for being so mad about it

Generally speaking, I don't mind pasting bits of info like this as long as they follow immediately and I don't have to dig through my queue to add them

What are these acronyms?

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cacoetheswriting · 1 year

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heyy

can you do a angst with fluffy ending with eddie x reader on reader birthday (but not that he forgot pls 🙏🏻) you can decide the rest

thank you so much!! 💖💖

gosh i am sooooo sorry for only getting this out to you now! it's been sitting in my drafts, half-finished for far too long! again, super sorry for the delay - and i hope you enjoy 🤍

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader word count: 2.3k content warnings: talk of breakups / heartbreak (eddie & reader are exes), adult language, use of pet names, mentions of alcohol consumption, - very much unedited - pls let me know if i missed anything!

Birthdays weren’t really your thing.

Celebrating getting older stopped being fun when the gifts turned from colourful toys to cards with generic wishes, and when parties went from having bright bouncy castles to drinking cheap wine alone in a messy apartment at the end of an even messier night. From pure, unfiltered joy, to misery and feeling like your life was slipping through your fingers, fast.

There were a few expectations over the last few years — four lucky birthdays to be exact. And these happy memories came into existence thanks to a certain curly-haired, brown-eyed boy.

Eddie first asked you out a few days before your nineteenth birthday and even though the two of you never really talked prior, there was no denying he was really fucking pretty and you had a big fat silent crush on him for quite some time before that faithful afternoon.

He invited you out for burgers, and in the midst of natural conversation, when you let slip that it was your birthday, Eddie also got you ice-cream, asking the waiter to place a single candle in the colourful sundae.

Till this day, it was the most genuine thing anyone has ever done for you. The most romantic too.

And every birthday that followed, every birthday you spent together with the metalhead was beyond special. He made them special.

From balloons and love notes, to heartfelt gifts, various activities during the day and dinners at his trailer or out in town. He even rallied your friends and threw you parties that no longer ended with loneliness. No year was the same. Eddie made them unique and memorable — which you adored him for wholeheartedly.

Unfortunately, the genuine love you shared was not enough and the relationship came to an unforeseen end.

Eddie had big plans of one day becoming a rockstar, practicing guitar in his free time till his fingers bled, and you were studying day and night, working towards your dream degree. Your lives were heading in completely different directions and there came a point where you only saw each other once every fortnight, while your already irregular phone calls were often cut short.

That was three months ago. A breakup as natural as breathing, yet equally as earth shattering.

Even though it was a mutual decision, the pain was ever present and you cried yourself to sleep for weeks after. Eddie took a piece of you when he left and your whole body was in mourning. It didn’t help that everything in what remained of your life reminded you of him. Physical items like the printed t-shirts in your drawer or the mug he branded as his and you never let anyone else use. A Dio song you’d hear randomly or the diner he took you to on your first date. Then there was the emotional side, the soft glimmer in his eyes you remembered when you closed yours and the sound of his laughter you wished you’d hear again.

Things eventually got easier ‘cause it’s not like you saw Eddie often when you were together. Plus studying for an ungodly amount of hours kept you busy, distracted. And after giving yourself an appropriate time to feel everything, there was honestly no more time for heartbreak.

That is until your birthday rolled around.

When you opened your eyes late morning, you wanted the ground to open up and swallow you whole — which in Hawkins was more than likely to happen. The last four birthdays were nothing short of perfect and now…

The nausea followed shortly after.

Your plan was to stay in bed all day, and it was going quite well since at six o’clock that evening you were glued to the same spot, until Robin barged into your room, Steve close on her heels, with a glass of water and a poorly decorated cake. Their singing gave you a headache, but you were still grateful for their attempt to make this day end on a better note.

“Now, go get your ass dressed,” Robin orders, glancing at Steve for his rehearsed words of encouragement.

He’s wide-eyed at first, nose buried in icing, but quickly nods at Robin’s words and looks in your direction.

“Y-yes, yes! We have an evening of fun planned!” Steve exclaims after swallowing a mouth full of vanilla cake.

Your roommates, however sweet they were trying to be, failed to realise the one place you really didn’t want to spend your birthday was The Hideout, and that’s exactly where they brought you.

The Hideout, presenting its usual lurking charm from the moment you stepped inside, was the one place in Hawkins you knew guaranteed an awkward bump-in with Eddie. Or maybe a needed interaction? Seeing him in his element could possibly bring some sort of closure after three months of no contact… No. No. Seeing him would only bring back the pain you tried real hard to bury.

A stench of old man sweat mixed with spilled booze hits your senses while you hurry closely behind Robin and Steve. In the dim light, your eyes are focused on the floor below, partially because you’re trying not to slip or trip over your own two feet, but mainly ‘cause you’re fearful of catching a glimpse of a certain head of wild brown locks. You only look up when the three of you approach a table closer to the back, away from most of the noise, and are greeted with hugs from Nancy, Jonathan, and Argyle.

Settling yourself on one of the chairs, you exchange pleasantries with the rest of your friends while Steve orders a round of shots for the group. They all raise a toast to your health, their cheers attracting some attention in the process, but you don’t think anything of it, starting to instead feel glad you agreed to this.

“Birthday girl isn’t allowed to pay for her own drinks, got it?” Robin addresses the group and they all nod in unison. You wanna protest, but she swats at you from across the table before the words escape your lips. Her eyes saying that you need this, your eyes saying that you’re grateful she’s your friend. I know, Robin mouths as Jonathan takes everyone’s drink order.

Every shot you take, you chase with a rum and coke. The liquid burns down your throat. Third, fourth, fifth round down. You’re feeling buzzed, happy. Most importantly, no longer thinking of the boy that would normally also be hanging out with this group — blissfully unaware that he was actually watching your every move from the other side of the bar.

Eddie hadn’t initially planned on going out tonight. After a long day of working at the garage, then band practice right after, he really just wanted to smoke and fall asleep. As he got out of the shower however, instead of jumping into bed, he reached for a clean t-shirt. He couldn’t really explain why. It was stupid to think something inside of him was urging him to come to The Hideout tonight. He was wrecked beyond belief, yet his feet carried him here.

Then he heard it. Your name, followed by a mini-eruption of woohoos.

Head snapping in the direction of the sound, Eddie’s gaze found the source of the noise and then scanned the small group until he reached your relaxed frame. Christ, he thought, palms getting clammy. To say you looked gorgeous would be a vast understatement. And to say he didn’t realise just how much he missed you until this very moment would be nothing short of the truth.

Sure, after the breakup, Eddie found it hard to get through the day-to-day. Constantly distracted, thinking about you and second guessing the decision you both made. But then he reminded himself this was for the best, convinced himself that people can have more than one great love in their life, and things got easier.

There were days he hoped he’d accidentally run into you. At the store, out for coffee, or just wandering the streets of Hawkins. No such luck. When he started working at the shop to save some extra cash, he thought maybe you’d come in with your clunk of shit car since he was always telling you to get it looked at, but again, it never happened.

Three months passed like nothing.

Eddie would’ve never thought that today, your fucking birthday of all days, would be when he saw you next.

Cold beer in hand, he thought about walking up to the table you sat at with your mutual friends. And he was about to, but then you laughed at something Argyle said and the honey-like sound froze him in place. Clearly, you were having a good time. Eddie didn’t want to ruin that, so he opted for watching you like some fucking creep.

Four beers later, he’s still in the same spot.

Nancy takes over the jukebox duties. Billy Idol’s White Wedding starts to play as she pulls you to your feet, an excited squeal escaping her lips when you don’t protest. Swaying your hips to the music, you feel elated. Even more so when Robin joins in, singing along as Nancy twirls around the two of you. The boys clap, grinning like idiots, and you know you’re going to remember this moment forever, or at least until you unintentionally go over your drink limit and black out.

A smile tugs at the corners of Eddie’s lips as he continues to shamelessly stare at you. Carefree, is the word he’d use now to describe you and in all honesty, he hasn’t seen you like this in a while. Then his smile falters before it really fully appears ‘cause he finds himself wishing he was the reason for your current mood. Was ending things a mistake?

Mid-song, you spin and as you do, your eyes skim the bar, passing a set of curly hair. The air hitches in your throat as you double back. Just to make sure your drunken gaze wasn’t deceiving you, you tell yourself, but the reality is much different. Please be him, please be him, please be him…

When your eyes do lock with his, your tummy burns.

The copious amount of alcohol trifling through your veins right now gives you that extra push you need to start a short strut towards your ex-boyfriend. Someone’s arm is on you, attempting to pull you back slightly, but you don’t pay attention to it. Then you hear Steve say, “let her go, she needs this.”, and you’re free to continue your journey.

In a trance, gaze glued to Eddie’s chocolate one, you push through the people until you’re leaning against the bar he was sitting at, observing as his features turn from awe into something you couldn’t quite decipher.

“Hey, pretty girl.” Eddie greets nonchalantly, as if no time has passed, as if nothing has changed between the two of you.

So you follow in his footsteps, carefully hoisting yourself up on the stool next to his, bare knee brushing against his denim-clad one.

“Wanna order me a drink?”

Eddie smirks. “Straight to the point, as always.”

“Well, since it is my birthday, Robin said I’m not allowed to pay for my own poison,” you tell him, shrugging lightly, “So if you have a problem with that, you gotta take it up with her.”

He huffs out a laugh.

“I’d rather not go against Buckley.” And with that he orders a shot of tequila each.

When the small glasses are in front of you, accompanied by a lime wedge, he takes your hand without asking, then licks between your thumb and index finger, doe-eyes never leaving yours.

A shiver runs down your spine at the sudden contact and you try to play it cool, but in reality your heart is racing. Though Eddie doesn’t give you time to think about what he’s done with no warning, pouring salt in the spot he’s just salivated. He then hastily repeats the action on his own hand and pushes a shot glass in your direction.

“Happy birthday, sweetheart.”

The toast is short and sweet. He raises the glass in front of his face as the words escape his lips, licks the salt off his own hand (which you’re a little disappointed in, unsurprisingly already missing the sensation that was his gentle touch), and downs the liquid in one go.

You quickly follow suit, not wanting to seem like he got you all flustered. But as the two of you sit and stare at one another while sucking on the lime wedges for a little longer than normal, you realise he’s just as rattled as you are — good.

“I hate tequila,” Eddie announces, discarding the wedge.

“I don’t mind it,” you say, wiping the corners of your mouth.

His gaze drops slightly, to where your finger presses against your puffy lips, and he bites down on his own rather shamelessly. There is a brief moment of silence in which Eddie thinks back to seconds before, when his tongue caressed your soft skin. He hates himself a little ‘cause he doesn’t wanna mess with your head, but fuck did that feel good. He’d like to do it again, if not more. Is that crazy?

And while you continue to look into his eyes, the butterflies in your stomach are going wild since you know exactly what he’s thinking. The only problem is you don’t know how to tell him because there’s so much else to be said first. Three months of catching up, to be precise, but did exes even do that?

“How about we get out of here?” Eddie offers, voice nothing short of a murmur.

You nod. Of course you nod. You’d go to the end of the world if he’d ask.

Before you know it, Eddie’s hand is on the small of your back, leading you through The Hideout crowd and out the front door. You don’t say goodbye to your friends, you can apologise tomorrow for leaving without a word. Instead, you inhale the fresh air, a wobble in your step as you turn to once again look at your ex-boyfriend.

“Where do you wanna go?”

Eddie throws his arm around your shoulders, pulling you in as close as he possibly can. He tilts his head to meet your gaze and smiles. A genuine smile.

“There’s this diner not far from here,” he answers simply and your heart swells. Then once again, tenfold, as he places a kiss to your crown before whispering in your ear, “Back to where it all started, pretty girl.”.

as always, thank you for reading! pls don't hesitate to reblog & tell me what you think - ily!

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kaneaken · 1 year

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My Greatest Gift is You

author's note; letting myself fully ride the indulgence train bc it is my birthday :) happy birthday to anyone else who I happen to share a birthday with <3 here's a few very short pieces for two random genshin characters, enjoy <3

content notes; g/n reader, speedran this so probably some errors, birthday scenarios

♡ KAVEH

after giving kaveh your goodnight wishes, you lay down for the night. it was late when you felt the bed creak as kaveh settled in for the night.

you felt him brush his hand against your cheek.

" happy birthday, sleeping beauty, " you hear him whisper, giving you a kiss on the cheek

you stir a bit and slightly open your eyes

" oh, sorry, just wanted to be the first to wish you a happy birthday. y'know as your boyfriend and all, " kaveh whispers to you, smiling to himself

you chuckle in response before giving him a small thank you.

he wraps his arms around you and snuggles his head into the crook of your neck. you close your eyes again, taking comfort in kaveh's warmth.

♡ XIAO

when you casually mentioned to xiao about your approaching birthday, you weren't expecting much.

not in a bad way of course. you understand xiao was a bit disconnected from mortal traditions, so you were fine with anything he did.

a birthday cake was something quite surprising.

you stare at the slightly tilted cake in xiao's hands. your silence must've been too long because xiao ends up tilting his head.

" is it not to your liking? i asked yanxiao for any recipes he had, so i understand if it isn't your favorite "

he seems a little disappointed, so you hurriedly explain that nothing was wrong with it. you take it out of his hands and place it somewhere nearby to eat later.

you give him a smile and a hug as a thank you. you feel him relax as you thank him again for the cake.

as you pull away, he grabs your hands and holds them tightly. he hesitates slightly before speaking

" i'm not sure what most say on these days of celebration, but i am happy that you are here this year once more. that i am able to spend this celebratory day with you "

#genshin x reader #genshin x y/n #genshin x you #kaveh x reader #xiao x reader #nene.writes

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yo-yo-yungi · 14 days

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MY LOVE, MY GRATITUDE - JEONG YUNHO - SFW

Yunho x reader

Genre: angst

Warning list: Angst- so you know, it ain’t happy. Mentions of a fall (no serious damage), mentions of a scar on the readers knee, mentions of food

Word count: 583

Summary: sometimes letters are made to be sent. Other times, letters are for the words we regret never saying.

Dear Yunho,

I wish I had sent this letter years ago, now it's too late. How am I supposed to confess when you look at her the way I look at you? Why did it take you only 2 months to ask her out, when I've been waiting for 10 years? Yunho, I've known you for so long, seen the good, the bad, and the ugly (yes, like the cowboys - yes, I'm a dork). We've known each other since we were 12 - is that the issue? Do you see me as a sister? I doubt it, especially since you kissed me at the Halloween party. Yes, you were drunk. No, I never mentioned it. But have I been thinking about it every second of every day since then? Yes.

I frequently revisit the photos of you stored on my phone. There are over 1,000 of them... you always had a habit of taking selfies whenever I left my phone unattended. Oh how I long for you to do that again.

When I look at photos, they can't compare to a single glance at you. Your beauty cannot be fully captured in an image; it's not the same as seeing you in person. Could you walk past me one last time? No need for a sly wink or even a glance my way, just walk... I'll be watching.

Did you watch the sunset with her as you did with me? I should have confessed my love to you then, should have expressed how those moments meant everything to me.

The little moments with you are etched into my memory like sacred scripture. I can’t look at a tulip without remembering the time you got me some for my birthday, I can't look at a toothbrush without remembering all our childhood sleepovers. Yunho, even my own desk brings back memories of you falling off the chair. But… worst of all, the one that bothers me the most… I can’t look at myself without thinking of you. You changed me, both physically and mentally. Like that scar that graces my knee from when you pushed me a little too hard and I fell to the concrete… I’m sorry by the way, that was my fault… I shouldn’t have said the cupcakes you made were ugly. I loved them… truly. Every time I see that mark on my knee I think of you. It’s not fair…

Whenever someone mentions my considerate nature, I think of you, because you were the one who taught me that. Before I met you, I was unkind and harsh. Why did you give me a chance? You, this beacon of positivity, why did you give me a chance? Is it selfish to wish you hadn't? Because now I'm left with an emptiness in my heart. It stings like a fresh wound - I understand this may not be the best metaphor, but I don't care.

Yunho, I'll put it simply-

I am absolutely, desperately, unconditionally in love with you and everything that you are. If I can turn back time and tell you how I felt before you met her- I would- but I can’t do that now… it’s selfish. You taught me that selfishness isn’t a good look on anyone.

Since I can't express my love for you, I'll express my gratitude instead. Thank you for shaping me into the person I am today. I'm also grateful for the lessons you've taught me about love. I'll cherish these memories forever.

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julesclues · 2 years

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100 Things I Love About You

Warnings: mentions of violence

Word count: 5.98k

Pairing(s): Eddie Munson x f!reader

A/n: pretend the movie “When Harry Met Sally” came out in ‘86 instead of ‘89; not proof read :0

Summary: Eddie writes you a letter that contains 100 things that he loves about you / reasons why he loves you. Best friends to lovers. (Inspo from 10 Things I Hate About You but reversed kinda).

You and Eddie had been friends since freshman year. You were the same age, and had graduated when he was supposed to. However, that didn’t stop you from hanging out with him and the rest of the boys.

And that definitely didn’t stop him from falling in love with you.

When your 20th birthday came along, you had a small party containing the boys from Hellfire, as well as Steve and Robin. Sitting in the living room, you started to open gifts. “Okay! Now for Eddie’s,” you say with excitement, and go to grab the envelope. He grabs your wrist though, making you, and everyone else, tilt their head in confusion. “If it’s okay,” he says with uncertainty, “can you open this after the party? It’s kinda personal.” He scratches the back of his neck in nervousness, but you smile and shove the envelope in your back pocket. “Of course Eddie. Okay, let’s get to Dustin’s then!”

A couple hours later, it had reached midnight. It was no longer your birthday. Which everyone then took as an excuse to leave. It was getting late anyways, so you understood why they wanted to get home as fast as they could. Besides, you were anxious to open Eddie’s letter and read what was so important that you couldn’t read in front of anyone else.

At your house, it had just been you and Eddie now as it hit 1am. Your parents were on vacation, so you two had the house to yourself. Making your way to your room, Eddie quickly followed behind. “So,” you exclaim all giggly. “What’s with this mysterious letter, Munson?” Eddie chuckles nervously behind you, making you kind of worry as you sit on your bed with a bounce. He closes the door behind you guys, and follows you on the bed. “It’s a surprise, sweetheart.” You still heard the nervousness in his voice, but chose not to comment on it. You thought it would only make him more nervous.

You grab the letter out of your back pocket and open it.

To the lovely Y/n L/n.

You smiled up at Eddie and saw how intensely he was watching you. “What is this, Eds?”

“Just read it, it’s okay. Just promise me that you won’t stop reading until the end?”

“I promise.” And with that, you unfold the letter. There were two pages that were stapled together, with writing on the front and the back. So with that, you began to read it.

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Y/n. Sweetheart. Happy 20th birthday. I’m sorry I couldn’t buy you anything, you know how broke I am. So instead, I came up with this stupid idea. You once told me how you wished someone would list things they loved about you after we watched When Harry Met Sally. So, of course, I took that as a challenge. Here are 100 things I love about you.

Your laugh. I love the way you throw your head back and close your eyes when I say something that’s just mildly funny. Your laugh is my favorite sound.

Your eyes. I particularly love when we hang out at night and I see the moon reflect in them. They shine so bright to the point where I can easily get lost in them if I stare too long.

Your kindness. I am obsessed with the cookies you always bake for Hellfire. The little designs you make are definitely not perfect but I wouldn’t trade them for the world. I know the boys wouldn’t either. I also love how you didn’t run away from me when we first met, even though you knew I was am the town freak.

Your style. Sure, you don’t dress like me (which is obviously the perfect style), but your outfits always make my day. Especially when you’re wearing a Hellfire shirt? I’m so glad I gave you one, sweetheart.

Your curiosity. I love when you always ask me about how to play dnd and no matter what, you always tend to ask questions. I also love how curious you are about how to play my guitar. You suck at it, but I still love to hear you play.

Your intelligence. You always find ways to inform me about things without making me feel stupid or small. Not only do I love teaching you things, but I love when you teach me.

Your hair. It looks absolutely perfect in my opinion. The way you wear it everyday makes me want to compliment you all the time. Every time I see someone with hair remotely the same as yours, I always think of you.

Your honesty. Even when I don’t want you to be honest, you are. And I thank you for that. I’m glad you don’t let me go out of the house looking like a slob, and you’ll tell me straight up if I have something between my teeth.

Your energy. You’re always so bright and energetic. Even if I’m having an off day, it never lasts long because you always find a way to get me bubbly, just like you.

Your ability to calm me down. You know how Jason is always pissing me the fuck off. But for some reason, you are the only one who can calm me down. Whenever you put your hands on my shoulders or cup my face and tell me to just breathe, I do exactly that. You’re my calm.

Your beauty. I’ve never met anyone who is, in the slightest degree, as beautiful as you. Of course I’ve seen other girls with your color hair and eyes, but none of them, and I mean none, can even compare to you. Your beauty deserves to be shared with the entire world, but for now, I’m glad I have the good fortune of being one of the few people who can really take you in.

Your reliability. Whenever we need a sub for Hellfire, boom, you’re there, even though you don’t really know how to play. Whenever I need help in math or english, boom, you’re there to tutor me even if you’re not doing so well yourself. I can rely on you to be there for me in a flash, and have never doubted you for a second.

Your voice. It’s music to my ears, sweetheart. Sometimes you retell stories but I don’t care because I’d hear you speak till the end of time. I love when you tell stories to the boys and you change your voice sometimes depending on who you’re imitating. When you’re imitating me, I love it the most. It makes me chuckle.

You care about my happiness. Whenever I’m having a bad day, you always find a way to cheer me up. “I want you to be happy, Eds.” No one has ever really cared about how I feel besides Uncle Wayne. Thank you, Y/n.

Your nicknames for me. I love how you call me Eds, pretty boy, Eddie the Banished, and dungeon master. The way they roll off your tongue makes my heart so full.

Your creativity. Though you don’t know a lot about dnd, I still admire how you help me create campaigns for our Hellfire meetings. You come up with so many ideas (I perfect them though) and they’re things that I would never even think of half the time.

Your humor. You always find ways to crack a joke, even if they’re the most stupidest thing I’ve ever heard. And yet, I always laugh. I don’t know why, I just do. Well actually, I think I laugh at them to see your smile. Yeah.. that’s it.

Your smile. You can light up a whole city with that damn thing, Y/n L/n. Your smile is more beautiful than my guitar. Hell, you’re more beautiful than my guitar.

Your drive to keep going. You never tend to give up, no matter how much that seems like the only option. This is especially true during class and when we’re studying together. “I’m almost done, Eds. Just let me answer one more question,” you’ll say. And I love it.

Your sense of adventure. You always want to go somewhere with me, whether you’ve been there or not. I’ll never forget the time we went to Lover’s Lake and you just jumped in the water. It was like March, the water was insanely cold. Yet, you were still laughing and giggling with those blue lips of yours. It took hours to warm you up, but I loved hugging you to do so.

Your hugs. Feeling your body close against mine is a feeling I’ll never forget. You instantly calm me down when you hug me, and I love to hold you whenever you want me to. Ask me for a hug L/n, and a hug is what you shall receive. No questions asked.

You let me see you cry. I know being vulnerable is pretty difficult for you, so I’m glad you feel comfortable enough around me to cry. I’m proud of you, sweetheart. I’m sorry I don’t tell you more often.

You let me cry. Being vulnerable for me is difficult too. My whole life, I was told crying isn’t for boys, and that if I want to be a man, crying is the last thing I’m supposed to do. But when you hold me while I cry into your shoulder, I feel okay. Like everything bad in my life is instantly gone. Because of you.

You accept me. I’m not accepted by like, anyone, besides the boys in Hellfire. But you never once judged me and looked past my reputation as the town freak. I’ll forever be grateful for that. For you.

Your protective nature. I love how you protect me and the boys. From Jason, from jocks, from danger in general. I remember when Jason once pushed me to the ground and you punched him right in the nose. I’ve never once seen you that mad. I swear, there was smoke coming out of those pretty little ears.

Your gentle side. You’re always so gentle and relaxing with me. I love how whenever you see me clench my fist in anger, you whisper to me to calm down and smile at me. Now that I think about it, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you get mad (besides punching Jason, of course).

Your touches. The way you twist the rings on my fingers when you’re nervous or the way your hand rests on my thigh subconsciously, makes me swoon. I love it and I never want it to stop. Don’t ever stop.

Your love for children. The way you take care of the freshman just proves you have a good heart. You protect them as much as you protect me and never treat them differently. “Dustin, I promise, I believe Suzie is real. Screw everyone else,” I remember you once said. I still don’t believe she’s real, but okay.

Your loyalty. I’ll never forget when I first met you and didn’t really know you that well. Jason and his little posse came up to you while you were sitting with us at lunch, asking if you could “ditch us” and “sit with them instead.” You just laughed and told him to fuck off, saying you were with us and didn’t plan on leaving. It was right then and there that I knew. Knew what, you may be asking yourself? Just wait until the end of this letter, okay? Trust me.

The way you trust me. I remember when we were in the Upside Down and you admitted you were scared. I held you and whispered to you to trust me, that everything was going to be okay. Then, I felt your heart beat instantly slow down.

The way I trust you. I trust you when you say you won’t leave me. Which is rare, because everyone who has ever said that to me, has (spoiler alert) left me. But not you. You’re different, Y/n. In such a good way.

The fact that I feel safe with you. In the Upside Down, I was shitting bricks, obviously. But I felt better that you were by my side. Sure, I was, of course, scared for your safety. But at the same time, I don’t think I would’ve made it out without you.

Your music taste. Even though I hate to admit it, Abba isn’t so bad. Please don’t ever tell anyone I said that. Whenever I hear pop music, now I can’t help but think of you.

The way you dance. You dance as if no one is watching and it’s the cutest thing ever in my eyes. The way you bounce around to Tears for Fears, Queen, and The Smiths, makes me smile so hard that I just have to join you.

Your willingness to listen to me. I think you’re the only one in the world who actually wants to listen to me speak. You take in what I say and offer your own insight, which I love. It’s never mean or critical. You only say things that’ll help me or improve whatever I’m speaking to you about.

How you always say what’s on your mind, even if it’s not relevant to the conversation. I love whenever we are sitting in my trailer in silence, and you’ll say the most random shit. “If olive oil is made of olives, what is baby oil made of?” I remember you once saying. Then I replied, “Y/n, it’s fucking 3am.” I love the way your mind works, sweetheart.

The way you get along with Uncle Wayne. He absolutely loves you. I think he might love you more than he loves me, honestly. But I love how you connect with him and how you’re able to get him talking about random things. He’s introverted for the most part but with you? He’s a whole different person.

The way you care for animals. I remember once during sophomore year we were just strolling through the woods near school, and you saw an injured bird. Almost immediately, you got down to its level and picked it up. “Eddie, we have to take it to the vet!” You said. So, of course, we drove down there. The vet said you saved its life. I think that’s when I first realized how you don’t just have a pretty face, but you also have a pretty heart.

Your love of trying new things. You always find new things to do or try, which I absolutely love. You have a different hobby almost every week, as well as a new favorite food almost every day.

The way you tilt your head when you’re confused about something. God, you’re so cute when you do that. It makes me want to confuse you a bit more just so you keep that expression. Sorry, is that weird to say? I really hope not.

The way you won’t eat crust on bread. You always say how it’s just “extra bread” and you could feed it to the birds instead. You’ve actually got me taking off the crust of my sandwiches now. I didn’t even realize I was doing it until Uncle Wayne pointed it out one day.

Your optimism. You’re always so excited about the future, it makes me so happy. It makes me excited and actually motivated to graduate. I especially love how you always include me in the future with you. “It’s gonna be so good, Eds! Just me and you, and Wayne of course. You’re gonna graduate this year, I know it. It’s your year!”

The way you look at me. Whenever we’re speaking, you always look me in the eyes. It makes me want to speak more, just so I can have your full attention. It might just be wishful thinking, but sometimes I think you look at me the same way I look at you.

The way you sleep. Okay, I’m aware that sentence sounds very creepy, but hear me out. You look so peaceful when you’re sleeping, like a whole goddamn angel. Whenever you rest your head in my lap after a long day or on my shoulder, I always freeze. I get scared that if I move, you’ll move too and I’ll be cold without you sleeping on me.

The way you say my name. When I was younger, I hated my name. Even “Eddie” I didn’t like. I just felt like it didn’t fit me. But the second I heard that name fall out of your mouth, I realized I wouldn’t change it for the world. I have the most amazing fucking name ever.

Your weird love for Cabbage Patch Kids. I personally find those little shits so creepy. But every time I see one of them, I can’t help but think of you. “But they’re so cute, Eddie!” You always say. Sorry sweetheart, but you will not convince me to ever buy one of those. Nope.

Your inability to solve a Rubik’s cube. I think it’s so cute how you twist and turn the cube but just can’t do it. It’s so funny when you get a little frustrated. “Y/n, we’re gonna be late for school,” I say (even though I hate school). “Wait! I think I’ve done it!” You didn’t do it.

The way you take care of me when I’m sick. Remember that time I had like, 103 degree fever and was insanely contagious but you still stayed with me? Made me soup and checked my temperature every hour to make sure I was okay, put an ice pack on my head to cool the fever? I felt so loved. I’m still so shocked you didn’t get sick too.

The fact that you like my hair in a bun. I always used my hair as a way to cover my face, more so my side profile, but after you said you loved my hair up, I always find an excuse to put it in a bun. I have to admit, you’ve got me liking it now.

The fact that when we are having a fight, you call it a disagreement instead because you say a “fight sounds too mean” and “it’s us against the problem, not us against each other.”

The way you always make sure I’m fed. One morning I remember I had stayed over night by accident and we were running late for school. You asked me how many leftover slices of pizza I wanted for lunch. I said just one. You said okay. But when I opened my lunch box that day, I don’t think I had ever smiled wider. There were two slices, wrapped nicely in tin foil.

The way you healed my loneliness. Every time we’re hanging out together, I realized that I never want our time to end. I find myself driving slower just to hit red lights more often, just so I can sit in the car longer with you. I love how you make me want to not be alone.

Your advice. You always find the right words to say, at exactly the right time. Especially when it has to do with something with Jason. “Eddie, if you hit him back then people are going to assume you started the fight. You need to pick and choose your battles.” From now on, I only hit him if he insults you.

The way you reassure me. I don’t think I’ve ever believed anyone when they’ve told me words of encouragement or affirmation. But with you? I believe every word. “You’re nothing like your father, do you understand me? Nothing, Eddie Munson.” I don’t think I ever thanked you for saying that. Thank you, Y/n.

Your singing voice. I’m gonna be 100% honest with you sweetheart, you suck at singing. Karaoke? No, not for you. But.. I love it. The way you get so happy and giddy while singing off tune and a little ahead because you’re so excited? I can’t help but laugh in admiration.

Your silliness. I love how you always indulge in my stupid fantasy stories, even if you don’t understand them half the time. You always find ways to make silly voices and dance around and pretend with me. I love it.

The fact that you always ask for my opinion. I remember when everyone was trying to decide what to do for my birthday and you shut everyone up, turned to me, and smiled. “What do you wanna do, Eds?” Best birthday ever.

You remember little details about me. I remember once how we were at that diner on Crane Street, and I ordered a milkshake. When it came, it had whipped cream on it. “Excuse me,” you said to the waitress. “He doesn’t like whipped cream.” I remember smiling so hard because of the fact that you didn’t forget.

The way you make me say “I promise” when you’re unsure about something. “I have a bad feeling,” you once said. “I get those,” I replied. “They go away if you wait long enough.” I remember you smiling at me and tilting your head. “Promise?” I promised like 10 times. I love seeing your face light up when I say that I promise.

The way you trace my tattoos with your finger tips. I now tend to find excuses to wear short sleeves, just so you can touch my tattoos. It gives me goosebumps when you trace them, but I love it. It’s another way that you can calm me down.

The way you support me and my band. You’ve come to ever gig we’ve ever had. You always smile so widely and stand up to clap after we sing. I’m so happy you’re our number one fan. I think that deserves some free merch, huh?

The fact that you defend me. I remember meeting your parents for the first time in sophomore year, and they instantly hated me. But no matter how much they tried to convince you I was a bad person, you kept defending me. I’ll never forget that.

Your scent. Damn, I could’ve worded that differently, huh? I just mean I love the perfume you use. Every single time I smell it, whether it’s in the store or on Robin or something, I always think of you. You need to tell me the name of that so I can buy it for you as a gift.

How you use my words and phrases. I love whenever I hear you say “oh my ozzy,” instead of “oh my god.” It legit makes me swoon that you’ve picked up on my vocabulary and incorporated it into yours.

The fact that you always want to go whenever I am. I remember once Steve and Robin invited you to go roller skating with them. You turned to me and asked if I was going. When I said no, you turned to them and apologized, saying you weren’t going to go either. I’m glad you love to hang out with me.

The fact that you always take pictures of me. I usually hate photos that include me. But whenever you turn your Polaroid camera to me and tell me to smile, I can’t help but do exactly that. I remember once you told me to smile and I started to tickle you, and the picture came out all shaky but you had the brightest smile planted on your face. Still my favorite picture to this day.

Your stubbornness. When we were at Lover’s Lake and both Robin and Nancy jumped after Steve, I remember you were about to as well. I begged you not to, but you just held my face in your hands and said, “Eddie, either you follow me into the water, or you stay here. But I’m going. You can’t stop me.” And you jumped in. So obviously, I jumped in right after you. I couldn’t let you go alone. I hate that you’re so stubborn but love it at the same time.

Your clumsiness. I think it’s almost everyday where you tell me you have a mysterious bruise on your body. “Where’d you get that bruise from?” I’ll ask. You always just shrug. “No clue!” How the fuck do you not know? You’re so cute.

Your cleanliness. I love how well you clean up both yourself and your environment. Your room is always so organized whenever I come over (very opposite to me), and I don’t think I’ve ever seen you once look dirty (except our time in the Upside Down, but that doesn’t count).

When you worry about me. You didn’t leave my side once during my 3 week stay at the hospital, and I thank you for that. I remember Steve telling me how when I was in that coma for a couple days, you didn’t eat or sleep or drink. I also (briefly) remember when I was in your lap in the Upside Down. You were crying for me, and I’m so sorry I worried you the way I did.

Your hands. I hope that’s also not weird to say, but I love the way they look. Especially when you’re wearing one of my rings too? It makes me weak in the knees, sweetheart.

Your soul. I feel like the universe specifically handmade you and placed you in my path. I truly believe you saved my life, and there’s no one else I’d rather have done so. Thank you.

The way you have to sleep with a nightlight on. I think it’s adorable how you need some sort of light in the room before you can sleep. Now I make sure that whenever you’re over, I have a light for you. I want you to feel safe.

Your confidence. I love how you stand up for yourself when it comes to Jason. I remember once he told you about how you were ugly and I was ready to beat his face in. But you just laughed, and gave him the finger. “Seems like you’re projecting your own feelings there, Carver. Leave me the fuck alone.” I remember smirking and flipping him off as well. I loved seeing how shocked he was.

Your patience. I’m so grateful how patient you are with me. The way you understand if I get frustrated, or if I need space. I remember once I yelled at you, and it broke my heart almost instantly. I regretted it immediately. But you just smiled at me, and pulled me into a hug. “It’s okay Eddie, I know you’re just stressed. Just relax. It’s okay.” I don’t know what I’d do without you, sweetheart.

Your late night talks with me. I love how you always tend to just talk to me about your day, even if nothing spectacular happened. Then you’ll ask me about my day, and I love it. It makes me happy when we just sit and talk.

The fact that we have “a song.” I would’ve never thought our song would be There Is a Light That Never Goes Out by The Smiths, but it is. I mean, The Smiths?! You’ve got a metal head liking The Smiths. Then again, I really do think the lyric “to die by your side, is such a heavenly way to die” is the perfect way to describe how I feel about you.

The way you get excited if an expiration date is your birthday. I remember once you went to make some soup, and you saw how the can had the same date as your birthday. You ran into my room, jumping up and down. “I need to save this can! My birthday’s on it!”

The fact that you write me little notes. I love how whenever you sleep over but have to leave early, you leave me a note with something along the lines of “sorry Eds! I had to leave early, but I’ll definitely see you tonight for movie night. Don’t miss me too much. <3”

The fact that you want to sit and watch movies with me. Normally people don’t feel the need to hang out with me for longer than 2 hours, at most. But you spend hours on end with me, just watching movies and getting all excited, scared, etc. Horror movies are my favorite to watch with you because of how you snuggle against my side in fear.

The way we cuddle. I love holding you when you sleep over at night. It makes me feel so safe knowing that you’re protected in my arms. I also love how we cuddle when watching those movies. It feels so natural to me, and I can only hope you feel the same.

You communicate with me. You never ignore me if you’re upset with me or make me wonder what I did wrong. You’ll tell me straight up and talk to me about it. I truly believe our communication skills are the best I have with another person.

You give me little gifts. All the gifts you give me are so thoughtful, it makes me feel so loved. I remember when you made me a whole mix tape of my favorite songs. You even added some of your favorites in there too (and I know I said I hate pop music, but it’s actually grown on me).

Your strength. I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone as strong as you. I realized that especially after our experience in the Upside Down. You’re strong both physically and mentally. I wish you didn’t go through what you did, but I’m glad you were by my side during it all.

The way you drive. God, you suck at driving. But it’s always so funny when I’m in the car with you. “Y/n, slow down!” I say while laughing. You laugh along with me, and then you go too slow. I don’t know how the hell you have your license. You do look pretty in the driver’s seat though. Prettier in the passenger’s.

You care about my problems. Whether they’re small or big, you always listen to when I rant or vent. “Your problems are my problems, Eds. I’m with you. It’s me and you.”

The fact that you always find ways to scare me. I remember once I heard a knock at my trailer, answered it, and no one was there. But when I turned around, there you were. I screamed so loud and you were laughing so much, tears were rolling down your face. You looked so pretty with that smile of yours.

The fact that you always forgive me. I remember once I turned around too quickly and knocked all your fruit punch on your favorite white shirt. “Oh no! Y/n, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to, I swear.” You just smiled at me and grabbed a napkin. “Hey, it is what it is Eddie! I forgive you.”

The fact that you cook for me and Uncle Wayne. “One Y/n Special, coming right up!” I remember Wayne looking at me with suspicious eyes, curious about what this meal would be. I definitely didn’t expect it to be eggs and bacon. But oh my ozzy, was it good.

The fact that when you’re nervous about something, you hold my hand. I remember once we were in class during junior year, and we had to dissect a frog. I saw you bouncing your leg in nervousness, and you instantly grabbed my hand under the table. We didn’t say anything to each other, but I knew this meant you were nervous. I didn’t mind it though.

Your love for the sky. Whether it be the clouds or the stars, you always find ways to look up in admiration. “Look at that cloud, Eddie! That’s definitely a dog, tell me I’m wrong.” We should go stargazing one day, sweetheart.

The way we have a height difference. I love how you look up at me and smile so lovingly. I don’t know what it is, but whenever I look down at you when you’re not looking, it makes my heart flutter. You look beautiful at any angle.

The way you furrow your eyebrows when you’re concentrating. I love how when you’re really into something, your eyebrows will kind of twitch ever so slightly. It’s adorable.

The fact that we can sit in comfortable silence. I love how whenever we’re at my trailer or your room and we have nothing to do, we just sit in silence. You’ll be reading a book or I’ll be coming up with ideas for my campaign. And I love it. I love just being in your presence.

The fact that whenever we are driving and you see flowers on the side of the road, you have to stop and grab them. Even if they’re on the brink of dying, you still stop and pick them. It’s cute. Now you’ve got me picking flowers on the side of the road, wanting to build a whole bouquet for you. But they keep dying before I can give them to you. Sorry about that, sweetheart.

The way you talk to your friends about me. I remember in sophomore year, you were good friends with Chrissy. I overheard her asking about me, and I heard the smile in your voice. “He’s such a good guy, Chrissy! He’s funny and smart and I love how he plays dnd.” It made me smile so hard when I heard how you spoke about me.

Your name. I love your name, it fits you so well. I love saying it, I love the nicknames for it, I love that it belongs to you. Your name is my favorite name (besides mine, obviously).

Your heart. I think you have the most beautiful heart in the entire world, and I wish the world would experience just how amazing you truly are. I feel like the luckiest guy in the world for being able to know you, Y/n.

The way you make me feel. You’re my favorite feeling. You make me feel stupid for ever believing that I couldn’t be loved the way I am. You’ve healed me, sweetheart.

You. I’m falling in love with you. Hell, I think I already have fallen in love with you. I love you, Y/n L/n. And I always will. It will always be you. Loving you makes me feel alive. I love to love you, and I don’t think I’ll ever stop.

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By now, the pages were stained with your tears as you read each sensitive word Eddie wrote down for you. You look up at him and see tears threatening to spill out of his eyes in nervousness. He was waiting for you to say something, anything. However, all you could do is drop the papers in your hands and pull him into a hug. You wrap your arms around his neck, and he instantly hugs you back.

“Eddie,” you whisper, and feel the goosebumps erupt on his neck. You pull away and smile widely at him. “I needed you to know,” he whispers back. “Even if you don’t feel the same way, I just needed you to know. I.. I love you.” You smile widely and bite your bottom lip in excitement.

“I love you too, are you kidding me? I’ve loved you since I met you, Eds.” You see his eyes widen in surprise, and he scoots closer to you. “You mean it?” You laugh and hit his arm lightly. “Oh my ozzy Eds, are you for real? Even if I didn’t, this letter would have made me fall in love with you on the spot. This is the nicest and most thoughtful thing anyone has ever done for me.”

He smiles at you and puts his hand under your chin. “Does this mean I get to kiss you, sweetheart?” You laugh and lean in. “You can kiss me whenever you’d like, Eddie.”

And, of course, he does exactly that.

🏷 Tag list: @thatonedemonbitch @fieldofsecretss @delicateharrystan @chrisevansmarvelmcu @gerim-1995 @meaganjm @jade-04 @spencers-abit-weebish @joequinnluvr @scarruby13 @fluffycookies22 @a-lil-bit-nuts @jargotquinn @scenesofobx @ruinedbythehobbit

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orion4ever · 7 months

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so first request 🤞

ahh, ive never done this before, so sorry if it's wrong :((( but could you please write 🙏

1) tamarack headcanons for an mc who is really shy

2) baxter drabble about waking up early for mcs birthday party

3) cove listening to mc ranting about their special interests, headcanons -🦊

Author’s note: Hello! AHH! Thank you for my first request. I would like to clear up a miscommunication; When I meant three characters at a time, I was referring to three characters but with the same prompt! I am sorry if I wasn’t clear! I decided to do the Baxter prompt but If you would like the other two then please don’t hesitate to request those separately anytime! ^^

Pairing: MC x Baxter Ward

🖤🤍

It was the morning of your birthday.

Baxter had stayed up all night to get all the final details for it done.

Your cake, your decorations, the location Every little detail to ensure that you, MC, Have a happy birthday.

That morning, he wanted to take you out of the apartment for a small brunch. Since the afternoon and evening would be a busy one for you!

He wanted to get up and start this birthday celebration with you.

But he was too comfy.

You two were in your shared bed; one of you was half awake, though. Baxter didn’t bother trying to get any sleep since he was up so late anyway.

Baxter rolled over to his side to face you.

You two have been through so much to get to this point. Once a man who wouldn’t stay to enjoy a party, he helped plan , just so that he wouldn’t make anyone uncomfortable, and he was now a man who was staying until the end.

He lifted a pale hand to lightly rub your shoulder, silently. He had the urge to close his eyes again, but then he heard a now-awoken voice.

“Good morning, Baxter,” you murmured, reaching over to caress Baxter’s face, which Baxter gently took, kissing your palm.

“Good morning and happy birthday, MC,” he replied, staring at you with a look of tired awe. “Are you excited for your birthday today? It's a big event,” he asked, earning himself a nod from you.

“Yeah. I know you and everyone put lots of work into this day. I wish I could’ve helped out a little," you chuckled. “Nonsense, it's your big day; relax, put your feet up,” he said, his voice groggy as he hugged you closer to him. “I want to show my appreciation for you staying with me for this long,” he said, putting his face on your shoulder.

“Aw, Baxter. You already show your appreciation by being with me.”

You felt his smile on your shoulder as he began to relax into your warmth again.

“But you know what you could do to show some appreciation?” You asked, earning an amused “Hm?’ from your faux black-haired boyfriend.

“If you told me what flavor you and Cove picked the cake.~”

“Ha, you are just going to have to wait for that appreciation at your party, darling.”

#olba baxter #our life beginnings & always #baxter ward #drabble #fanfic #olba #ourlifebeginningandalwaysbaxter #orion drabbles

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saintsenara · 1 month

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happy birthday, james potter!

the random number generator and i have collaborated to create a lovely selection of unhinged pairings for your enjoyment…and to unleash chaos in your memory 😈

🦌 james/gregorovich

🦌 james/seamus finnegan

🦌 james/alphard black

🦌 james/thomas riddle sr. (tom sr.’s father)

🦌 james/the grey lady

🦌 james/phineas nigellus black

🦌 james/fred weasley

🦌 james/lavender brown

omg cheers anon - and sorry to my king james potter that this is late. but, let's be real, what are you going to do about it, you're dead.

mykew gregorovich/james potter

james and sirius very much have the vibes of lads who went full brits-abroad in whichever european city gregorovich is based in, got steaming drunk, and lost all their possessions.

can't get home without a wand, can you? and you've got no hope of getting back to london the muggle way [especially if you're stuck behind the muggle iron curtain]. luckily gregorovich is willing to give up a couple of free wands in exchange for... something.

seamus finnegan/james potter

complete flop. james calls it "londonderry" and seamus breaks his nose.

alphard black/james potter

i actually kind of back this. my preferred view of alphard is that he's both a bit of an adventurer and that he's a "confirmed bachelor". james and sirius one hundo went drinking with him and were gagged by his wild stories, so why shouldn't james be gagged by him in another sense?

james potter/tom riddle sr.

as i will point out to anyone who'll listen, tom riddle jr. is a full-on simp for james [he devotes so much time in canon to waxing lyrical about james' lovely spine - he wishes wormtail could stand up that straight].

i always find it amusing to presume that many of voldemort's more voldemort-y characteristics come from his dad [it's just funnier to imagine quite how strong those muggle genes are - and just how much that knowledge would bother him], and i am more than willing to include a weakness for messy-haired twunks among those.

james would be into it because - like harry - he likes his men tall, thin, and with great cheekbones. and also because - had he lived - you just know tom sr. would have been a rich dilf.

james potter/helena ravenclaw

in canon, the grey lady is an extremely unfriendly hottie, which we all know from snape's worst memory is exactly what james likes in his women.

phineas nigellus black/james potter

if magical paintings can be semi-sentient, the same must be true for any form of magical artwork, meaning that the doodle sirius drew of a topless james professing his love for him [which he then hid in his sock draw so kreacher couldn't out him to walburga] immediately absconded from the page and went on the prowl...

phineas nigellus is famously not an ethical man, and he clearly also finds being a portrait a bit dull. why wouldn't he take advantage of a situation which stumbles so willingly into his lap...?

james potter/fred weasley

gotta do something to pass the time in the afterlife! and complaining about much you both hate severus snape is great foreplay.

lavender brown/james potter

flopping. james has had enough of fucking prophecies, especially ones made by sybill trelawney, and he'd rather die all over again than listen to lavender talk about how much she adored her and how divination is definitely a good and real thing.

#asks answered #asenora's opinions on ships #unhinged and deranged ships #jamie p edition

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nkn0va · 5 days

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Request(Blazblue): On the day of their birthday's Makoto, Noel, Tsubaki, and Mai's S/O's back them their favorite dishes (Mai's S/O even asking Noel to help them cook for her).

I am so sorry if this gets repetitive, that's kinda how it goes sometimes for 4 character requests. Probably gonna be a bit shorter than usual.

-It doesn't take much to figure out what kind of food Makoto likes. Not only does her heritage make it pretty obvious but she's also quite the foodie in general.

-She doesn't have any particular favorite food but she is a big sweets gal, and of course being a squirrel, nuts are a personal favorite of hers. There are plenty of dishes out there that meet both those criteria, you have options.

-Eventually the idea you decided on was a chestnut parfait. Sweet, easy to make, had nuts, and had fruits to make it at least somewhat healthy. The perfect plan.

-When lunch eventually rolls around you head up to Makoto and present it to her while wishing her a happy birthday. Her mouth almost starts to water right then and there.

-She scarfs it down at record speeds that are frankly a bit concerning. She certainly enjoyed it though judging by her smile and the way her tail couldn't seem to stop wagging.

-As soon as she's done her arms wrap around you immediately in an enthusiastic showing of thanks. She's absolutely going to ask you for more in the future.

-Noel's not too much of a foodie, she absolutely prefers to cook instead of eat, much to everyone's dismay.

-However her birthday happens to fall on Christmas, so you have as good of an excuse as any to make something for her. A traditional Christmas dish could fulfill your needs well.

-You spend hours toiling away in the kitchen, making a nice, full meal for the both of you to enjoy. You figured it'd be a nice thing to do for both of you since work in the NOL has left you both unfortunately unable to go home for Christmas.

-Mercifully, your workload is at least greatly lightened for the day if not outright eliminated entirely. As soon as you're done with what little you have to do and evening comes you invite Noel over to your place, not telling her the reason.

-The first thing Noel is met with is a table filled with steaming hot food, leaving her unable to hold back her shock that you'd go so far for her.

-She doesn't know whether to kiss you or dig right in, however her nervousness gets the best of her and she opts to go for the food, which is by no means a bad choice. The effort and love you put into it really shines through.

-Mission success. Now all that's left is to pray to whatever God will listen that she doesn't get the urge to return the favor...

-Tsubaki is a sucker for chocolate, as much as she tries not to let it get to her. It gets to the point that Jin of all people worries about her in this regard.

-Her birthday just so happens to coincidentally fall on White Day, so you'd likely already be getting her chocolate anyway. The problem is having both occasions on the same day sorta ups the pressure on your part to perform.

-You eventually decided the best way to fill the criteria for both was via chocolate cake. You didn't want just some simple, easy cake from a box anyone could make, you knew she deserved better.

-Then you had an epiphany. You could indeed churn out something worthy of such a lovely lady. After spending a good amount of time in the kitchen you end up with a chocolate cake sweetened with condensed milk along topped with caramel and whipped cream. Surely this would pay off.

-Tsubaki's eyes light up as soon as she sees the fruits of your hard labor, even more so once she takes the first bite. She is practically in heaven. It felt like she was falling for you all over again.

(Can't believe it took this long to finally write for Mai. Though I'm writing this last minute on late night April 21st so what can you do lmao)

-It's rather tough for you to pin down what sort of food Mai would like considering her...complicated relationship with food.

-Whatever you do see her eat, it's completely mangled beyond recognition by whatever the hell Noel does whenever she cooks. You don't know, and frankly you don't think you want to.

-However this is going to turn out to be a nice boon for a change. Not being able to cook for Mai was a serious point of grief for you due to her supertaste, but with Noel around you can finally do so. She immediately agrees to the plan.

-After some discussion about what she typically makes for Mai and what she seems to like best, you two decide on a seafood pilaf. You'd make the base since you wanted to contribute at least something to the dish, and let Noel take it from there.

-Frankly it's a bit scary, leaving her with a perfectly normal dish and then getting it back looking like a weapon of mass destruction. This weapon of mass destruction though was all Mai could eat so you really can't complain. (Not complaining about Noel's cooking...what the hell have you come to...?)

-Mai's grin is practically ear to ear as she eagerly eats everything down, especially once she hears that both you and Noel worked on the dish. As far as she's concerned this is the best damn thing she's ever eaten, thanking you both with a big smile and hug. Being able to eat after what happened is always a treat.

-You still have no idea what Noel does to any food she touches to make it end up the way it does, but perhaps it's one of those mysteries that's just best left unsolved.

#blazblue #blazblue x reader #makoto nanaya #noel vermillion #tsubaki yayoi #mai natsume #x reader #headcanon

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hlizr50 · 5 months

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Fic prompts you say?????????

#12 for Gwynthan please.

I know you are skeptical, but this is my chance to convince you!

My OTP.

I’m doing this because I love you, and I can’t deny that these two would be disgustingly adorable and supportive of each other.

Word Count: 750

Pairing: Gwyneth Berdara/Ithan Holstrom

Prompt: “H-how long have you been standing there?” - “Long enough.” (I adjusted it a tiny tiny bit based on what I’d written.)

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She ran a thumb over the cerulean stone, her reflection distorted over the smooth surface. While her evenings had become more restful over the years, the training ring was still her solace. It was a place where she’d grown strong, in body and mind and soul, empowered by the people who had become her family.

The Valkyries had outgrown the training ring at the House, though they still used it for any priestesses who still dared not venture out into the world. Which was why Gwyn could sit with her legs dangling over the railing, enjoying the peace and quiet of the winter afternoon.

Perhaps she wasn’t enjoying it, exactly. Perhaps she was more… hiding.

Another year.

The invoking stone was a lead weight in her palm, and she dropped her hands into her lap under its burden. Gwyn had never worn it as a priestess, though she couldn’t bear the thought of letting it go. Cat would have been an incredible priestess; devoted and compassionate and gentle. The redhead knew, now, that it had never been her destiny to remain hidden in the pale blue robes of the Mother. It had never been her call to remain huddled and hushed in the library.

Gwyn’s purpose was to be strong. To empower others who had been wounded to do the same. It had taken a long time, but she was finally proud of who she was, the warrior she had become.

But that didn’t make days like these any easier.

“Happy birthday, Cat,” she whispered into the winter chill, eyelashes fluttering to cool the burning in her eyes. Would it still hurt this much a decade from now? A century? Gods, she hoped not.

“I think you’d be proud of me,” she continued. Sometimes it was nice to talk to her like she was right there. “I try to help people who don’t know how to fight back. I’d like to think that—“ she sniffled, losing the battle against her pooling tears “—that I’m making sure that what happened to us doesn’t happen to anyone else. I just wish… I just wish it wasn’t too late to save you.”

The breeze was frigid against the dampness on her cheeks, and seeped through her leggings as if they were made of nothing more than lace. But she barely noticed, falling into the chasm that still remained in the wake of her twin’s death. Her head dropped, suddenly to heavy, and her drooping shoulders shook with the force of her grief.

Still.

“I’m so sorry, Cat,” she whimpered between ragged breaths. “I love you. I miss you so much. Nothing is the same without you.”

Suddenly she was wrapped in an embrace, two warm, strong arms banding around her and pulling her into the warmth of a broad chest. Then there was a kiss to her cheek, capturing one of her many falling tears.

“You do help people. Every day. It’s incredible to witness.” The gentleness of the voice made her slump in the comforting arms of the man who had become so dear to her. Ithan Holstrom was always so forthcoming with his feelings, unafraid to be vulnerable and honest if it meant earning Gwyn’s trust. She couldn’t thank the Mother enough for connecting their worlds, though the resulting conflict had been horrifying and bloody.

“H-how long have you been listening?”

Ithan sighed at her back, his exhale pulling her further into him. She didn’t want him to let go, and it seemed like the feeling was blessedly mutual.

“Long enough,” he whispered, his breath tickling the shell of her ear. “Your sister would be immensely proud of you. Just like I am. In fact, from what you’ve told me, the only thing that would upset her is the fact that you still hurt so much, and you exile yourself to a secluded roof to try to handle it alone.”

Gwyn squeezed her eyes shut, a desperate attempt to halt the fresh wave of tears from his heartfelt words.

Ithan released her from his grasp, but only long enough to step to her side and tilt her chin up toward him. His kiss was so warm and tender, protecting her from the winter chill.

“You’ll catch your death out here, Freckles,” he murmured. “Come inside. We’ll cuddle in front of the fire and I’ll tell you more about Connor.”

Connor. The brother he’d lost. His own nightmarish night, a world away.

Just another reason Ithan understood her better than anyone else.

#fanfic prompts #Drabble prompts #gwynthan #Gwyneth Berdara #Ithan Holstrom #acotar #crescent city #gwyn x Ithan #ithan x gwyn #fanfic asks #asks #asks are open #fanfiction #Gwyneth berdara x ithan holstrom #ithan holstrom x gwyneth berdara

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undercoverpena · 6 days

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Hi Jo!

'Arepas' has its Fan Fiction Birthday on 23rd April 🎂

Happy birthday!

Tell us something about that fic, anything you like, and we'll help blow out the candles and wish it many happy returns!

You can save this ask until the actual date or reply whenever you like.

happy birthday to arepas (I am doing this a few days early cause it’s on Tuesday and we know what day that is 👀)

but you’ll be proud, I took my own advice AND I’ve got some cake for it. raspberry ripple, if you wish to know.

warnings below: jo rambling, jo talking far too much, because if you ask me about a story I’m gonna talk and talk and talk and—

there’s so much I could say about this piece. I could bore you all by saying that it was the first jo-romance-thing I’d done in a long time (after a period of not being well and that I never thought I could), I could tell you that without it late night texts would never have been born or I could tell you that to this day it is one of my fave things I’ve written. but they’re all things I say a lot, to various people, even if not publicly.

so, thought I could share why I wrote it? and why I love it, maybe?

arepas was written because I couldn’t stop thinking about the fact javi cared about people. it was there, etched into my first viewing and confirmed in my second. and so, she was born. this woman that he’d notice (and want to flirt with) but eventually found something nicer. a piece of home away from his real home—a person who he could tell things to, like why he doesn’t like funerals and what his mom’s dishes taste like. things that aren’t romantic, but very much are. and that because of that, the two would have to find ways to not fall for one another more than they secretly already did.

because respect.

one of the main challenges I had with it is the edit. it was the biggest one shot I think I’d written and it was a monster to edit. some of the snippet convos between the scenes were actually scenes I condensed down into this format because even for me it was just so much. but, that felt like such a risk for me? would these little snippet of convos carry? but they did! and without that, I wouldn’t have had the confidence to try and do a text fic for LNT or DMY now.

one of my favourite things (outside of Steve, he was amazing in this) was the scene where javi realises she’s late and goes to find her. god I can picture it even now. him banging on her door fuelled with jealousy, and then this sheer amazement at her—an image that actually shifts him and renders him a bit useless for the briefing? because it’s not romantic, but it is. it’s the fact he’s gotten this piece of her he’s never asked for, but she felt so comfortable being like that around him, plus, the fact he already has feelings. it isn’t to do with what had been under her clothes, but the person he’s slowly become more comfortable with.

and then Steve being Steve is a highlight for me with the scene. him being so shocked that the two of them haven’t danced over the line continues to kill me.

god I love them.

in my head, they’re living their best life. likely gone back to Laredo, visit her folks too. maybe they’ve settled down somewhere. but I know in my heart they’re so happy.

also, for anyone wondering why I chose food as the code word—that’s a nod to my best friend, the man I married. a man who used to put up with me making up code words when we was friends to escape awkward parties or gatherings, and create code words in our early dating days and we was a secret. I believe in romance because of him, I believe in myself because of him and none of my writing, both what I’ve achieved and what I’m going to, would be without him.

thank you for allowing me to ramble and talk about things. I’m sorry it got so long.

#happy birthday arepas ✨

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grimyandereencantosimp · 1 year

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Obsessed (Yandere Camilo x fem! genie! reader)

Tw: Kidnapping, force, unhealthy obsession yandere themes.

(This was requested by my good friend @yanderefreak2007, i think you should check them out since they are amazing.) (Also happy late birthday Camilo!)

You were know as genie, a magical being who could bring any wish true. You could make anyones dreams true. Anything thought of you could make.

Camilo walked boredly, kicking pebbles around. He then kicked something, it made a soft clang as it touched the ground. "Huh?" Camilo wondered, running over to the odd object. He squated onto the ground, where the object had landed. He dusted the thing off a little, it then revealed a lamp of some kind. It wasn't any type of lamp, no, it was gold. Having little gems decorated onto it.

Was this like the movies, when a genie came out of the lamp and granted any wish you wanted? No, that was just imaginary. Stupid little kid fairy tales that weren't even real.

But thats when he was wrong.

A cold gush of wind blew his golden locks, Camilo covered his eyes to prevent any dirt from getting in them. That's when he saw you. He was in awe. A beautiful genie, jewerly decorated every inch of you. You wore white robes that perfectly wrapped around you body. "Hello there." You said, the boy still in awe. Camilo then spoke.

"W-what are you?" Camilo asked as he stood. "Isn't it obvious? I'm a genie. I can grant any wish you can imagine. You have 3 wish's, and no, you cannot ask for more wishs."

Man your voice was beautiful, the most beautiful he had ever heard.

"Well?" You said inpatiently, (Is that even a word?) raising a eyebrow at him. "Oh sorry, um, am I able to use my wish's later on. I'm not too sure what to wish right now." Camilo said awkwardly, his face turning a light pink. In embarrasment, but also love.

"Yes you may, I guess..." You replied.

A hour or so later, you were now at Camilos house. You practically had just been talking, well he had been anyway. Genies were for wish's weren't they? Not converstation...

"Have you thought of any wish's yet?" You asked, irratation lacing your voice slightly. You suddenly noticed a obsessed type of look in the boy's eyes, wait, did he, love you?

"I know what I want now."

"What would wish would you like me to grant you?" You asked, raising from your slumped postion.

"I want you to love me,"

'What?!'

"I'm sorry but I cannot grant that wish," you said softly. Camilo's brows slightly furrowed. "Didn't you say you could grant any wish?" He now sounded upset.

"Those type of wishs I cannot do," "Why?!" He asked angrily, "because I am a genie, I am not meant to love someone. I am only meant to grant wish's and thats it." You stated sternly.

"You're loving me, whether you want to or not!"

"Excuse me?"

"You're staying with me whether you want to or not!"

"You can't just take me, I'm a genie you fool!" You spat. "And why not?" He asked, raising a brow. "Because I'm a genie, you can't love or marry me!"

Suddenly a lid was shoved onto your head, forcing you back into your lamp. (I don't know how this works. Don't come for me.)

"You're staying with me, forever. And if someone trys to take you away, I'll kill them..."

#Camilo #Yandere camilo #Camilo x reader #Yandere camilo x reader #Encanto #Yandere encanto #Encanto x reader #Yandere encanto x reader #yandere x reader #yandere #ask #Request

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hi! i saw you were taking requests so i thought i’d send one your way!

can you write a sapnap x reader where everyone forgets the readers birthday, and they feel really down, until sapnap surprises them with a little cake or something. maybe he reveals his feelings and a sort of friends to lovers type thing? sorry if that doesn’t make any sense <3

this is absolutely adorable and as someone who has always had lackluster birthdays this one felt so indulgent < 3

also i am begging this formats correctly tumblr do Not let me down pls

Birthday Wishes

pairing: sapnap x reader (no pronouns used)

no tws except for like loneliness/sadness mentions

Your birthday had never been a grand event. Without many friends, you never had too wild of a birthday. Ever since you started streaming, you’d hoped that would change. You had a lot more friends now! And you lived nearby a few of them! But when you woke up, it was… practically silent. There were fans on Twitter, of course, but your friends didn’t say anything. Sure, they were all busy people, and that's fine. But you had somewhat higher hopes. Your birthday tended to be a solemn affair in the first place, but with your hopes being a bit higher, it just felt even worse this time around.

Eventually, you decided to do a quick stream, something to just make you feel a bit better. Everyone in chat was super kind, giving the sweetest birthday wishes, asking how your birthday was, and everything. You played it up for them, you didn’t want anyone to know how down you actually were. Yes, you were sad, but you didn’t want people to know or, even worse, think you were trying to make them feel bad. You’d been live for almost two hours when you started getting a bit tired. It was pretty late by this point. You said goodbye to everyone on stream before logging out.

You let your head sit on your desk for a moment before your doorbell rings. With a huff of frustration, you stood, shuffling over to your door. You opened it, fully expecting it to be just some package or something, but instead, you were met with the face of your best friend, holding a small cake in his hands. “Sapnap?”

“Happy birthday! Sorry, I’m kind of late. I was supposed to be here way earlier, but I stayed up late because I was excited to leave, which made me sleep in, and then-“

“Sap, you’re rambling.”

“Right, my bad.”

You opened the door for him to walk in, and he carefully set the cake down on your counter. Sapnap lived a bit far from you, which was a bummer, but honestly, the fact that he’d driven all the way out here for your birthday regardless was incredibly endearing. You’d honestly been developing a crush for him in the recent months, ever since the two of your first met in person, and knowing that he’d do this much for you made you at least somewhat hopeful. “So, what’s going on?” You asked softly, looking up at him.

“What do you mean?” He cocked his head a bit, giving you a slightly confused look. “It’s your birthday, we’re celebrating.”

You let a small smile grace your face, “You drove all the way out here and bought a cake. You actually remembered?”

He nodded, a bit of a goofy grin on his face, “Yeah. Everyone else remembered too, but, I,” he rubbed the back of his neck nervously, “I wanted to be the first one to say it to you, and I had to make my way out here too, so,”

“So you’re the reason all my friends ignored me the whole day?”

He paled a bit, “Well, I mean, when you put it like that-“

You laughed softly, “I’m teasing you. It’s sweet, Sap, really.”

He gave you a sheepish grin, pulling you over by your arm, “C’mon, I’m gonna sing for you.”

“No, you don’t have to-“

“You’re fuckin’ funny if you think I won’t. C’mere,” He beckoned you over, pulling out the cheesiest party hats you’d ever seen, putting one on the both of you. You crossed your arms but no matter how hard you tried to frown, you couldn’t wipe the smile from your face. Especially not as Sapnap began basically scream-singing the words to happy birthday. Once he finished, he beckoned to the candle burning on top. You carefully blew it out, selfishly wishing for Sapnap. He cheered a bit, cutting two pieces of cake for the both of you. You two sat in comfortable silence as you ate your pieces before you spoke up.

"You know, I’m sure half my neighborhood knows it’s my birthday, now.”

“Good, they’d better. And they’d better give you a good gift.”

“A gift better than your singing?”

“Hey, my singing is fantastic. Plus, that’s not my gift. I actually made you something. I mean, I had help, but,” he rubbed the back of his neck, reaching into his bag.

“You made me something? You did that have to do that. Oh, and speaking of help, where are the other boys? They didn’t feel like wishing me a happy birthday?”

He shrugged a bit, “It actually kind of has to do with the present,” he pulled out a gift bag from his backpack, handing it over to you.

“Really? Okay then,” you carefully took the bag, pulling out the card first.

“Don’t read the card yet!” He exclaimed.

You chuckled softly, “Okay, damn, I won’t, weirdo.” You hummed, grabbing the contents of the bag. It was a bag of your favorite candy, a small mug you eyed when you and Sapnap went to target a month ago, and then a small canvas, with a painting of the first in-person photo you and Sapnap ever took together. It was by no means professional quality, but that made it infinitely better. Plus the little cartooned additions of flames and little doodles Sapnap added. You teared up slightly, “Sap, this is amazing. I love it so much.”

He still looked nervous. “You can open the note now.”

You nodded, grabbing the card and carefully opening it.

‘I know I’m not great with words, so I used a card to better put this out there. I’m really happy you’re in my life, you’re a great friend and an even better person. However, I want to ask something. And that is if the lovely birthday person would give me the honor of taking them out on a date?’

You looked up, eyes wide. “Really?” He nodded softly, looking incredibly shy. “You actually like me?”

“You don’t have to be rude about it.”

“No! No I-I’m not, trust me. I just. I like you too, I just never thought you’d actually like me.”

“Wait so. Is that a yes?”

You grinned softly, “If you’d have me.”

His face split into a grin, rushing forward and pulling you into a hug. “Fucking of course I would.”

You hugged him back tightly. “Thank you for the best birthday.” Fastest birthday wish ever.

#sapnap x reader #sapnap my beloved #mar writes #dsmp x reader #mcyt x reader #mcytblr

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