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cooki3face · 7 months
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your first time alone with your spouse 🖤
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I finally sorted out a content schedule for my tarot readings, Instagram page, and TikTok account so I’ll be posting large tarot readings every other day, and in the days in between I’ll be posting things like channeled messages from your person and three card pulls over on my Instagram and TikTok. If you don’t follow me on my Instagram account already go check it out, @cookiefacetarot where I post channeled messages from your person, divine masculine and divine feminine channeled messages, divine masculine and divine feminine energy updates and affirmations for those of you who are in high-level soul mate connections or twin flame connections. I’ll also be doing mini-channeled messages from Spirit as well as horoscope forecasts on Mondays. I love you so much, thanks for reading this little blurb before I get into the reading! 🖤
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I'm so excited about these readings, I can feel the love and the energy entering the room. 🥹
This person is going to spend a lot of money to make this night extra special, they may go the extra mile to figure out where you're going to go, where you’re going to honeymoon, they’re going to be thinking about the food, the music, it’ll be a whole production. I’m also hearing spirit telling me that you’re not going to want to make a spectacle of your marriage or your wedding night right away. There’s something specific coming through for a handful of you about the things you’re going to achieve with this person or the moments you’re gonna share together that you’ll want to wait to share with the world because you never want to take something that’s developing or is meant to be protected and give everyone access to it right away. Your first pregnancy you’ll probably want to wait a while to announce. Your engagement you’ll probably want to keep a secret for a while or at least until you guys are married, you guys may marry very quickly because you guys just can’t wait. I’m hearing “private until it’s permanent”
I see this person not making quick moves or even having any particular intentions toward you or expectations for this wedding night. We all know what goes on between a couple on the night of the wedding but I see this person really wanting to slow down and enjoy your energy and enjoy the energy that comes with being married. The sun card in reverse talks about one’s inner child. You may have known this person for a long time here or had a very long process of coming into union with this person once and for all and this is such a wish fulfillment for them and they could’ve dreamed of the day you were married a long time. This person values you, they want to spend time with you. I’m hearing “Life isn’t near long enough a sentence to be with you.” If this person could they would ask for more time when it was their time to pass on so they could spend it with you. This person adores you, this person wants to go where you go.
I see this person going out of their way to use their connections and resources to make this night as special as they envisioned it to be. They’ve been manifesting a long-term commitment with you for a long time and then getting it is proof they're meant for something in this life or that the universe loves them I’m hearing. This person fully intends to sit with you and enjoy you all night long. I hear you guys staying up all night together and talking about your memories, laughing, genuinely enjoying your time together, and shifting into the energy that will be there and be shared within your life together. There’s genuine love here, genuine affection, and support. This person couldn’t be happier and they may tell you this that night. You guys could share a lot of intimate embraces this night as well. Feeling each other's skin, feeling each other's touch in deep profound ways because you know that the worst is over and your time to be together and spend the rest of your lives together has finally arrived. I’m hearing “At Last” by Etta James but particularly Beyoncé’s version because I prefer it. When you’re really in love you listen to Beyoncé’s version. When it’s bittersweet and you want to cry a little you listen to Etta’s version.
This night will give the two of you the space and the time to finally be done with any heartbreak and really truly put the past behind you and rejoice now that your connection is harmonious and has reached the point the two of you’d been wishing for and working towards all along. This connection will be so harmonious and you guys will compliment one another so well and empower one another that this single connection will birth an entirely new reality for the two of you. Enlightening the both of you spiritually, giving the two of you the power to join forces and go after life as a unit and bring prosperity and abundance most people could not even dream of. You and this person will be a power couple or may even grow to do something that will help many people. Individually and together. There couldn’t be a better match.
This Union will bring about such powerful change and enlightenment and alignment for the two of you. Bringing about the release of any self-limiting beliefs and fears. I’m hearing once the two of you are open, you’ll remain that way. Your higher selves belong to one another, you’ll feed off of each other's energies, ideas, courage, and love.
You’ll be rich together. In love and in finances.
The months of August and September as well as the fall and winter months and those seasons may be significant to you or connection. 🍂
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This person wants to love you down pile two. I see this person planning a really intimate and romantic wedding night with you. They know they want to make love to you. I’m also getting you’re going to look so good on your wedding day that this person is going to want to get hot and heavy as soon as you guys get in the door. This person is so passionate about you. And not in a negative way like that’s all they see you as but they’re so passionate about you, nobody turns them on like you do and they’ll instantly be ready to show you just how much. With the fool card in reverse they could’ve been holding back all day or for a really long time, the two of you could’ve waited till marriage to be intimate or could’ve abstained from sex for a little while while you were waiting to be married.
This person has very romance novel esc fantasies about you lol they may enjoy romance novels or enjoy romance as a genre as a whole. And I think this person feels as though they’d be taking a risk by coming towards you in this way or revealing how much they desire you to you pile two. You may not have ever seen this person in this light or seen how passionate they can be or what the other side of them is like. This person could be like night and day. Very sweet on the surface, very passionate and sexual within. You may not have had a lot of sex with this person, your relationship could’ve been really emotionally intimate or really heavily influenced by emotions and just being sweet and gentle with this person but this person desires you in ways you don’t know the real scope of I’m getting. This person craves being one with you and I think that their sexually charged energy is really a deep desire to be extremely close to you and become one.
This person wants to feel deeply connected with you and on your wedding night, they will. You’re this person's ten of cups. You’re this person's true divine love and harmonious connection. This person knows your the one and has known it for a long time and the way they see it, no matter the distance, no matter what happens, you’ll always be their person and they’ll always love you no matter what. The wish fulfillment of being wed to you only makes them wish to be close to you more, which only makes them happier. This person could really like it when you do things for them or really enjoys it when you take care of them, it makes them feel incredibly special and loved. This would be the person who would take care of you for the rest of your days just to return the smallest gesture you did for them like three years ago, January 2nd at 3:30 pm because they love you so much.
This persons feels indebted to you for the rest of their life just because you exist and it’s an honor to be indebted to you in their eyes. The appreciation and devotion this person has with you is truly unmatched. I’m hearing “I wouldn’t rather be any place else or with anybody else.” This person could’ve told you this before or had been telling you this for a long time.
This person has never had to think about if you were the one or not or question their love for you. They’ve always felt safe by you, they’ve always wanted nothing more than to be loved by you.
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I see you getting everything you deserve on your wedding night pile three, you could even be nervous or unaware of a surprise or something that's being prepared for you behind the scenes by your partner but it'll be everything you could ever wish for. You could be heavily manifesting a specific outcome but your person really has your back and they’ll come through for you. You may not have met the person you’re going to marry yet but this person is going to invest so much time into really getting to know you and really studying you. This person will be so incredibly romantic and creative. This person knows what you need. You may even be stressed out while planning the wedding or on the day of the wedding and you may even have conflicts with others, guests, a mother-in-law, a father-in-law, or even have some disagreements with your partner about what is that you want to do but I’m hearing that this person knows you beyond your fears and they may even know you better than you know yourself and when they come to the rescue and plan things out for you you always really enjoy what they’ve put together even if you were worried about it in the beginning.
You could be really particular about things and sometimes indecisive but this person knows you so well that they bring your deepest manifestations to fruition without you even having to communicate what you need and what you want. This person completes you, the two of you fit together like puzzle pieces. I’m hearing this person is going to make your wedding night extremely relaxing for you and make your honeymoon extremely relaxing. They may draw you a bath the first night, help you take your shoes off, or help you take down your hair, take the clips out of your hair, and get unready. This person will help you decompress before they help themselves decompress because in this person's mind their purpose is to make sure you’re cared for and happy. No ask is too big for this person.
You may have trouble in your love life or have had bad experiences with relationships and not getting everything you deserve but this person isn’t going to be like that for you and that’s why you’re marrying them because this person will show up and prove to you how worthy you are of care and affection without you having to ask for it or compromise. This person would never let anyone hurt you, and they would never hurt you. I hear they’d do a good job of standing up for you and showing the world and everyone else how much they love and appreciate you. You’re a top priority to this person. There’s nobody better. There’s nobody more worthy. You may cry a lot or be someone who is very emotionally driven and very easily stressed out or moved and this person will be the most perfect support system. I’m hearing you don’t need any more friends and family lol this person IS friends and family.
This person moves mountains and any blockages out of your way. This person is very passionate about you. Whatever they can do to make your life soft and easy they will. I’m hearing “spoiled.” This person is going to spoil you and really make sure you feel overly loved and safe. Especially heard and seen. You may have grown up being ignored or invalidated constantly by parents, family members, or even friends and this person is going to allow your inner child to heal and allow you to shed the limiting idea that you’re really not truly worth being listened to or that other peoples needs are more important than yours. You’re the whole world to this person, you could not ask for a bigger role in this person's life.
This person is going to be very gentle and patient with you. Any time you have a hard time expressing yourself, they’re going to be there to help you and understand what’s going on. Anytime you’re stressed out and can’t handle the weight of something they're going to be there to carry it with you. This person is going to allow you to be able to pause and release things and receive effortlessly. Don't settle. This person will come.
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Beautiful piles today, these were all very sweet and emit such strong energy of safety and stability and I can’t help but be happy for everyone lol I love you. Thankyou for coming to visit me, make sure you come back soon and bring your loved ones. If you’d like to book a personal reading with me you could find my booking link in my Instagram bio. Thank you. 🖤
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rebouks · 1 month
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Hi Alex!
I don’t think it’s stupid or cheesy to miss someone, I miss you too! Going back to normal after being on holiday is always horrible, especially after this one, and especially having to go back to school, I’m not a big fan! Do you go to school too? I wanted to ask if you did but I couldn’t… it’s nothing personal, by the way, sometimes I just can’t speak to people and I don’t really know why. I thought it was my decision if I did or didn’t before I met you but maybe not. My parents n’ the teachers at school call it selective mutism but I won’t bore you with all that crap.
I can’t see your new teeth but they grow fast so maybe next time! If they don’t maybe you could get some gold one’s like your dad has, unless you don’t wanna look like a pirate lol.. my littlest sister has four teeth now, and I have all my big teeth! I haven’t counted the twins though cos they’d probably bite me if I tried haha!!
Ava is the tiny one with the blonde pigtails! She’s cute but she still sleeps and poops a lot haha, she’s sorta chill though and definitely doesn’t cry as much as Wren and Byrd used to (have you noticed we’re all named after birds yet? I guess my parents thought it was cute since our last name is Finch) Wren’s the ginger one with plaits! She’s pretty funny but she’s super grumpy sometimes and likes to bite and kick (not me though, she loves me) I think it’s cos she’s tired a lot cos she never sleeps at night, kinda like dad.. they’re twins but Byrd is way different, I couldn’t get a picture of him cos he kept running off, he’s crazy like that but he’s super snuggly and loves playing doctor! He likes to pretend to break my legs so I can’t go anywhere then fix them for me haha. Brothers and sisters are fun but they can be a pain in the butt sometimes! We have a cat called Lou too, his full name is Toulouse and he likes to bring us leaves from the garden and scream about ‘em, and he loves stealing food when you’re not looking.
Dad’s been teaching mom how to cook cos she sucks at it (don’t tell her I said that though cos I always pretend it’s not THAT bad) she’s sorta getting better though so I suppose the whole practice makes perfect thing pays off eventually. I got a school project to make a lame volcano that I didn’t wanna do as well, but my parents made me do it anyway.. we all know that real volcanoes aren’t full of baking powder and vinegar though so I dunno if there was much point to it but they seemed to think it was important so I did it anyway, at least I got a picture of it “going off” I guess. No one likes homework, even if it’s supposed to be fun, right?!
It’s cool you set Amber free!! I’m sure she’s happier wherever she is now so I guess you could just think of that when you miss her? The rocks are way cooler anyway! My aunt Aspen has loads of crystals too, sometimes she even charges them in the sun or the full moon.. I keep forgetting to ask her why but I’ll try and remember so I can tell you next time!
Hahaa your poor dad with those birds! I’ll definitely keep the picture cos it’s hilarious, Wren found it the funniest but don’t worry, I’ll keep the picture safe from her sticky hands! I have a hiding spot in the attic for all the stuff I don’t want them touching. I guess birdwatching is sorta fun sometimes but you’ve gotta be quiet (easy for me I guess.. hah!) I’m not sure there’s any other birds round here other than seagulls since we live right next to the sea, those are the ones you can hear the most anyway cos they never shut up! My dad jokes that he used to be a seagull in a past life cos he’s loud and greedy like they are lol.. he’s been building me a treehouse too, I bet that’d be good for birdwatching!! It’ll be super cool once he’s finished but it’s taking ages cos he mostly does it all by himself, I try n’ help sometimes but I’m still too small to carry or lift most things.. I wanna be as strong as him one day, he can build and fix almost anything (he swears a lot during it though haha!) Do you ever think about what you wanna be when you grow up? I don’t really think about that sorta stuff cos working sounds boring, especially if it’s as lame as school!!
I’m ten, by the way! How old are you and when’s your birthday? Mine’s February 22nd. I don’t think I have a favourite food, anything my dad makes is amazing cos he’s a good cook and my mom makes the BEST pancakes! We’re always stuffed after dinner but dad says (lies) that pudding goes in a different part of your stomach so there’s always room for cake haha.. I think I like it best when he makes spicy food but Wren and Byrd hate it so he doesn’t make stuff like that too often. It’s fun to see how much you can eat before your mouth feels like it’s on fire and I’ve decided I’m gonna beat him one day so he better watch out!!!
I didn’t know what to write at first but I guess I sorta ended up writing quite a lot since I had some catching up to do! Are you and your dad on holiday in the tower or are you living there for now? It sorta sounded like you’ve been there a long time, where do you usually live? What kinda stuff does your dad dig up for work? It’d be cool if he dug up dinosaur bones!! I watched something like that recently and they were HUGE!
It’s hard to think of questions on the spot but you can talk about anything you want too! I probably owe you a million answers as well so you can ask anything you want too! I had fun reading your letter and I’m glad we can be pen-pals even if we don’t get to see each other! Maybe next time we meet in person I’ll be able to say something, but writing would still be fun too so I guess it doesn’t really matter, right?
Love Robin c:
ps. I’m keeping the funny photo of you yelling at your dad and there’s nothing you can do about it!!
pps!! I don’t have a way to print out photos yet otherwise I’d have sent some new ones. Dad gave me an old polaroid ages ago but it’s still broken, his friend said he might be able to fix it though so hopefully I can use that next time. Mom said you can have some of our old ones and the ones from her disposable camera whilst we were on holiday for now though so I’ll send those to you as soon as they come back!
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bahrtofane · 2 months
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kylians sick, and only you can make him feel better
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watch it - pure fluff ^^
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kylian feels like shit. a pile of straight garbage. what he thought was a small headache and stuffy nose has snowballed full force into the worst cold he’s had since he was like 5. at least he hopes it’s just a cold. 
his eyes droop wet and cloudy with the tears that he keeps blinking away. he desperately wants to go to sleep but the constant leaking of his nose and the feeling of being permanently submerged in water from his ears down is making that impossible. his left ear hurts with each movement of his head, god forbid he yaws, not only does it send a shock wave of pain to his ear but also makes the swelling of his sore throat that much more apparent. 
his head pounds, phone long forgotten somewhere tossed on the floor. and to top it all off he thinks he’s running a fever. it’s so cold, no matter how hard he tries to sink deeper into his mattress, hugging his comforter tighter, he can’t fight the constant chill that creeps up his spine. 
it’s around 2 am last time he checked. god fucking dammit he just needs to go to bed. he so desperately wishes you were here, to kiss away his frustrated tears, tuck him into bed properly, make him feel better. but he doesn’t want to bother you. especially not at this time. he can power through this, he knows he can.
hours pass by in agony. the sweat has pooled in his sheets, sticking it to him and permanently settling in a cold he can’t shake off. it’s shit. he feels like shit. he probably smells like it too. And to make everything so much fucking better training is first thing tomorrow morning. Shit shit shit shit. 
why does this always happen to him at the most inconvenient of times. what it the hair he didn’t dry off before bed 2 days ago? the coat he didn’t wear when taking the trash out? ice water he drank after practice? holy fucking shit, he writhes in his sheets and comforters again, silently praying to any entity out there to end this suffering. 
the pain and exhaustion is what knocks him out. for better or worse. 
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kylian eyes open blearily, blinking away harsh rays of sunlight and crusties from the restless night. when he wakes he realizes one of two things, 1) it’s way, way, past training, and 2) he feels impossibly worse. 
he doesn’t get out of bed, mainly because he just can’t. the pain has immobilized him, fearing if he so much as moves an inch it’ll sink him further into helpless suffering. 
so he whines pitifully and closes his eyes tight. 
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he’s woken up again, but not by the sun, or pain. it’s the sound of his door opening that startles him awake. lovely, absolutely marvelous. he’s fucking bed ridden and about to be robbed. what a time to be alive. 
the footsteps don’t sound like an intruders, soft and gentle as they pad around his apartment. kylian waits in silence. what if it’s someone sent to check on him? hakimi most likely.
when the door to his room opens he’s never been happier to be wrong. 
it’s you, standing in his hoodie, wrapped in one of the blankets he leaves on the couch. a god send. 
you take one look at his feeble state and frown. 
“kyky?” 
all he can do is manage a garbled response, more of a pitiful whine. 
you rush over, kicking the blanket off and rushing up to cup his face in your hands. 
“my sweet baby, are you sick?” you murmur. 
a weak nod. 
“shit you're burning up, hold on.”  
you come back with a thermometer, gently opening his mouth and setting it under his tongue. 
“hold still baby.” you whisper, hand holding his jaw in place, he almost melts into your touch.
he waits for what feels like hours, till the little beeps go off and you gently remove the plastic from his mouth. 
“you have a fever all right. i prescribe to you bed rest, lots of fluids, and tylenol for the pain. “ 
he blinks sleepy and you take that as an answer. 
you get to work tidying up his room for him while he blinky sleepily as you.
"just rest, I'll call the team for you."
he goes back to the safety of sleep the moment you finish your sentence. 
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when he wakes out yet again, its to you at the foot of his bed, and a bowl of spoop in hand.
he grimaces at the thought but you shake your head, "you gotta eat baby."
he all but sobs trying to get up to eat properly, but you make it work. gently spooning the hot soup into his mouth. 
it takes a little while but the soup is half done when he calls it quits. flopping back into his expanse of pillows and blankets. 
he makes a noise and you feel his hand desperately reaching for you, as meek as can be. you give it to him, gently swiping your thumb over his. 
bed time proves to be a hassle as all he can do is groan in pain, begging for you to join him in the very few words he can croak out. 
“if i get sick, who will take care of you? “ 
he stays silent, out of spite or inability remains a mystery as you tuck him into bed properly and take your things to the guest room. 
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thankfully, it is just a cold and he’s back to his usual self in no more than 3 days. all thanks to you. 
he’s a quiet type of thanker, thanks lies in his actions and eyes rather than words. 
the gentle hand that rests on the small of your back, picking you up even if its just a 5 minute drive. he gets you flowers, and even takes you out to dinner. 
your smiles the whole way and it makes him beyond happy.
he finally gets those kisses he wanted to bad, easy and smooth against his skin.
"thank you darling." he hums, hands on your waist, bringing you close. 
you smile against his lips, melting into them once more. you sit on his lap at the edge of his bed. at the edge of the world you feel sometimes.
"come to the match?" he almost begs.
"always."
"I have a jersey I want to see you in." he plays with the hem of your shirt.
"when do you not want to see me in your jersey?" you playfully roll your eyes. 
he snorts, flipping you into your back, mercilessly attacking your sides with tickles as you burst at the seams.
you laugh till you cant breath, and he's enjoying this all too much. collapsing into you when he's had enough. 
"your heavy." you squeak.
he pretends not to listen, you resort to kicking him off.
"wheres this jersey ?" 
he immediately jumps at this, taking your hand in his to lead you to your 50th jersey of his at this point. you don't mind, if anything it fills you with pride and joy to wear his jerseys. always his.
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goldenlikedayl1ght · 3 months
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black friday - m. murdock
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a/n: an old work i finished because i decided y'all are owed something cute and fluffy. shoutout to all my girlies who were in codependent relationships for so long that they needed to figure out who they were again after ! as always, reblogs and comments are always appreciated! warnings: lots of fluff, lots of kissing, lots of talks about a bad ex, reader is rather shy at first, cursing probably but it's late and i'm probably forgetting so much im so sorry also a lot of suggestive behavior because they're in love word count: 4.5k summary: you have a list of things to do within a year of living in new york. matt helps you check everything off- oh, and you fall in love with him, too. it's not on the list, but you do it anyways. pairing: matt murdock x fem!reader now playing: black friday - tom odell "i wanna go party/i wanna have fun/wanna be happy/could you show me how it's done?/ you look so pretty/pretty like the sun"
For a long time, you thought you’d never get over your ex.
For a long time, you believed that you were it for each other. You’d go the whole nine yards—Kids, a quaint house in your hometown, Sunday dinners.
And for a long time after he broke up with you, you thought you’d never let yourself love again. How could you? How would you allow yourself to be set up for failure, after letting someone know every part of you?
You had been dating him since high school and had been living with him in your first apartment when he broke it off.
Sometimes, it was amazing, and you were never happier. But most days, it had been full of anger and talking him off the ledge all the time. It was makeup sex after arguments you couldn’t remember now.
So, when he did break up with you, you decided to use it as an excuse to run far, far away from your small town. And you found yourself in Hell’s Kitchen.
You land a job at a small law firm, and at first, you just work as a meek little office assistant.
Nelson, Murdock & Page grew by the day, and for a while, you felt out of place. It wasn’t that you were abused or worked to the bone, you just struggled to make friends, and you weren’t very social while getting over your ex anyways.
So, for about two months, you did your job quietly, laughing quietly at the bickering of your bosses, thanking Karen Page for her advice, enjoying coffee with Foggy Nelson, and of course…
Never muttering a word to Matt Murdock. He was just too intimidating. Besides, you still felt like your ex’s eyes were watching your every move, even thousands of miles away, even now.
Then one night, Foggy couldn’t handle it anymore. So, he approached you quietly at the end of a long workday, with a simple phrase.
“This week’s been crazy, huh? Hey, a few of us are going to the bar tonight, did you want to come?”
What were you supposed to say? ‘No, my ex who I don’t talk to wouldn’t like that?’
Please.
“Oh, Uhm.. I don’t know, who else is going?”
“It’ll be me, my wife, Marci, Karen..” He said.
“Sure, I’ll come.” You smiled, before you could stop yourself.
“Awesome! I’ll send you the address! I’m so glad you’re tagging along!” He grins. You’re thrilled too.
“Me too, it’ll be fun.” He begins to walk away but then he turns back around with a snap of his fingers.
“Oh! And Matt is going!”
Why wouldn’t he tell you that in the first place? Why was your face burning? Why was your heart racing?
“Oh, Great.” You told him, now suddenly conscious of everything about that night.
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At the bar, you wound up ordering a drink before you went over to your friends—Well, Coworkers, you wouldn’t call them friends yet, thanking the woman behind the bar.
Then, you made your way over to them where Foggy was playing his wife in Pool—and losing horribly. So, you sit with Karen and Matt, where there is conveniently one seat available, right between the two.
Karen excitedly said your name as you approach adding a, “I can’t believe you came!” Which, ouch, but, fair.
“Well, Foggy was right, this week’s been awful, so I wanted to relax.” You smiled, sitting with them.
“I’m glad,” she said, before asking, “So, why’d you move to New York?” She knew you weren’t from here, so you figured the question would come up eventually.
“Just needed a change of pace from a small town, you know?”
“I do,” she nodded, “Do you like it here?”
Did you like being alone all the time, feeling like you’re always doing something wrong? Like you should run back to your hometown and beg your ex to marry you?
“Yeah, I love it. It’s so different in a way I wasn’t really prepared for, but it’s great.” You lied.
Matt’s blind. Why did it feel like he has this burning gaze into your skin?
“Did you go to college in your hometown, too?”
“Yeah,” You smile. You loved College. You were an early education major and had even gotten your masters in your small community college. You loved teaching, and if you hadn’t moved, you’d have stayed at the school that hired you after student teaching there. But, when you got to the city, you were unable to find consistent work because the demand for teachers was so high.
So here you were, working as an office assistant for a small law firm.
Karen glanced down to her glass and frowned.
“I’m going to grab another drink, do either of you want anything?”
“I’m good, Karen.”
“No, thank you.”
Silence. Sickening silence.
Then, he spoke.
“Do you know how upset I am that you got your drink already?”
What?
You furrowed your brows, confused.
“I’m sorry?”
“I wanted to buy you a drink, but you beat me to it.”
“Oh, I’m sorry,” You repeated, a light blush on your face.
“Well, I figured it might be nice to wipe the slate clean, considering you haven’t spoken more than ten words to me since you started working with us.”
That was true. There’s just something that feels so wrong about it, even though you worked with him,
“I’m sorry,” you said again, and he just laughed.
“You say that a lot.”
“I’m sor—” You caught yourself, clearing your throat. “Why do you say that?”
“Well, you speak to everyone, just not me. So, I listen and I’m pretty sure you apologize more than anything else.”
Your face was beet red.
“Okay, Okay, I get it. I don’t talk a lot, especially not to you. It’s something I’m working on, I have a whole list of things I’m working on.”
That’s true. You had an actual list of goals you have before your first year in New York is up.
“A list?”
“A list.”
“May I?” He asked, and you sighed, pulling out your phone, your list nestled deep into your notes app.
“Apologize less and talk to you is at the top.” You told him. “Then it’s get a job I love,”
“Ouch.”
“Sorry, Boss.” You took a sip of your drink, “Move into a nicer apartment, and uh..” You sighed softly. “Get over my ex.”
He tilts his head.
“Your ex?”
“The reason I moved here. He broke up with me about six months ago, but we were together for so long it feels like an impossible task.”
Matt knows the feeling.
“It’s an easy enough list. We can help you.” He says, “When did you move to New York?”
“May 1st.”
“Okay, then by May of next year, you should have everything accomplished.”
“We?”
“Yeah, I’m gonna help you.”
“Oh, so now it’s you and not all of you?”
Now it’s his turn to blush.
“You’re rather talkative now.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. I like it.”
• • •
Talking to Matt is easy, you discover quickly.
It’s the apologizing that gets you.
You’re staying late at the office about a month later, while Hell’s Kitchen is amid a blistering heat wave.
You feel like you might die. You’re editing a closing argument Foggy wants to practice when Matt calls your name gently.
“Can I see you in my office for a second?” He asks. You follow him into his office, not really thinking much of it.
“What’s up?” You ask, sitting in the spare chair in his office as he closes the door behind him, going to the seat at his desk.
“Well, remember that list we talked about?”
“Yeah?”
“I haven’t heard much from you this week.”
That’s true, it’s just been sort of a hectic time with cases piling up. You can only do so much work AND talk to your favorite coworker. Yes, Matt had quickly become your favorite person at the office, even after just a month of really trying to open up to him.
He learned about your ex, your holiday traditions and that you hate peppermint.
You learned about his parents, his favorite dessert, and that he dresses up every night to go fight the criminals of New York.
Okay, you technically weren’t supposed to learn that, but you had stopped by his apartment early to drop off a file you were working on, and he had just crawled home and was still in his suit when he answered the door, forgetting completely that you didn’t know.
So now You knew how he was able to tell that you lied to Karen that night at the bar.
“I’m—” You start to apologize, but then you stop yourself. “I’m not sorry, I’ve been busy and so have you, but I do miss talking to you, though I am not sorry.” You say, and he grins.
“That’s my girl.”
Huh.
Your stomach swirls and you beam at the praise.
Wait, what?
You brush it off, before asking,
“Does Daredevil still come out to play even though it’s a hundred degrees out?”
“Will you have your window open with a few bottles of water open for me?”
“Always.”
“Then yes.”
Talking to Matt is rather easy. You have a feeling that soon the apologizing will follow.
• • •
October is the month of figuring out what you want to do with your life.
Sure, you love working in the office, but you are going crazy. You’re under stimulated and the hours are consistently long.
So, you try a lot of things.
You bake, you cook, you take exams, you work tirelessly to try and figure out where you want to work and where you’ll be happiest.
You try doing hair but find yourself uninspired.
You think you might like being a nursing assistant but turns out, you don’t like blood.
But part of you knows your heart isn’t in it, for two reasons.  
For one, you want to teach. You want to be teaching young kids’ addition and their spelling and stars. You desperately want to be a great influence in their lives.
And the second thing is..
You don’t want to leave your coworkers.
You love spending time with Karen and Foggy. For a long time, you didn’t have friends outside of your relationship, and they are the best friends you’ve ever had.
Foggy spends long coffee breaks cracking jokes with you and asking for your sandwich order, telling you that you have to stop by his brother’s deli for one of his signature subs. Then he tells you this long-winded story about how his mother wanted him to be a butcher, not a lawyer.
Karen is your favorite girl. She’s not only drop dead gorgeous and ridiculously smart, but she is also kind like no one you have ever met. She texts you when you forget to let her know you’ve gotten home safe, there is always a coffee on your desk when you get there and for your birthday, flowers are on your desk, scribbled with a cute note in her handwriting.
And then, there’s Matt.
He’s your best friend and knows you better than anyone. He loves having you right in the office where he can hear your heartbeat and smell your vanilla coconut perfume. He tells you about his dad and you tell him about your folks.
He knows your Chinese and Thai food orders like the back of his hand, always ordering you some when he gets his. You describe the movies you’re watching in detail, and he hangs on to every word. There is no one who sees you more than him, and he’s quite literally blind. When you tell him about your dream to go back into teaching, he encourages it.
“When I was a kid, I’d have benefited so much from someone like you.”
He asks you to do his makeup for his Halloween costume, no matter how badly it irritates his skin. He likes the idea of your hands so close to his face.
But you’re both critically aware of how, not only is the market flooded, but you’re dreading the day you leave your little office job.
So many people have asked if the two of you are dating. And you both always laugh, because.. because you just love each other in a way that you can’t describe. But no, you’ve never thought about dating Matt Murdock.
Until this one day.
It’s like any other day, really. You have your friends cramped in your tiny apartment and you’re just waiting for Matt’s arrival before you eat dinner for the night.
Karen, Foggy and Marci sit at your little table as you finish cooking, and Marci just glances over to you.
“You need to move to a better apartment.”
“I know, I know,” you laugh, “But she’s so cozy! I love it here!” It was, and is, all you could afford, but you grew to love it.
“Yeah, and I love having leg room.” Foggy chimes.
“You know what, Nelson? You could just, pay me more so I could move somewhere nicer?”
“Touche.” There’s a knock on the door, so you grin and head over there, opening the door for Matt.
And you need to take a second.
He’s holding your favorite bottle of wine, and he’s in these nice dark jeans and a gray sweater under his peacoat.
This thought strikes you.
This thing you thought you’d never feel again after your ex.
Matt Murdock is hot, and you have got to have him.
This is it. The thing you can’t deny any longer. You have a massive crush on the devil that disguises himself as your favorite person. To you, he is an angel.
“Hey,” you say breathily, as if you have it out for yourself. Surely he’ll know. “You didn’t have to bring wine.” You told him, a soft smile on your face.
He steps inside as you take the wine, leaning in to kiss your cheek gently, something he has found himself doing every time he enters your apartment. It’s your routine.  He loves this aspect of your dynamic because he has known that he’s wanted you for months. You’ve just been so caught up in everything that you didn’t see it.
“It’s no trouble, thank you for having us,” he says gently.
So this is it.
You just can’t deny it.
You have a massive crush on Matt Murdock, and there isn’t a thing you could do about it. Except maybe kiss him. But for that night, you just kind of relax and pretend you’re already dating him. That’s something you haven’t done in a long time.
You’re beginning to feel like yourself again.
• • •
Nelson Family Christmas celebrations are something of legend for you. For months you’ve heard about it, and you’re on your way to the deli with a handful of presents and two trays of cookies.
You’ve decided that just once, you want a holiday away from your family. Truth be told, you really don’t want to spend your holiday without your best friends.
You have on this stunning outfit—A red sweater, a black skirt and these warm black stockings. Boots to die for.
You know Matt can’t see your outfit, but that doesn’t stop you from wanting to dress up for him. It’s weird. This crush thing has been getting out of control.
You’re greeted at the door of the Deli with a crowd full of blonde-haired New York Irish-Italians, and they’re all lovely. You put your presents down and place your cookies on the dessert table. And you love Foggy’s family. They ask you questions constantly, and Foggy’s sister-in-law talks to you for a while about her career in the local high school system.
It’s a joy to meet so many people so full of love.
So, you go over to Foggy as he’s yapping and say gently, “Hey, where’s Matt?”
He grins.
“Why do you want to go kiss him under the mistletoe?” He teases. Your face goes red.
“Shut up! Where is he, Franklin?” You glare and he laughs, patting your arm.
“Upstairs in the hallway.” He says, and as you walk away he calls, “Go get ‘em, Tiger!” You glare and grab a cookie on your way up.
And you find him, standing in a quiet corner of the hallway. You go to open your mouth and he turns to you.
“Merry Christmas,” he leans forward and kisses your cheek.
“Merry Christmas, Matty.” You hum. “Guess what type of cookie I have.”
He sniffs the air and shakes his head. “Give me a taste and I’ll guess.” You hand him the cookie and he put it in his mouth halfway, raising his eyebrows to you.
“What?”
He gestures to the cookie in his mouth, and you laugh, realizing that he wants you to bite the other end, ala Lady and the Tramp. So you lean forward and take a bite, and he eats the rest, inches separating your face as you enjoy your treat.
People chatter down the hallway and Christmas music plays from somewhere. There are so many different foods and people, and all Matt can focus on is the vanilla coconut scent of your perfume. When you’re both finished eating your cookie, his hands find your waist.
“Matt, what are you—”
You don’t get the chance to finish because suddenly he is kissing you in the dark hallway of your friend’s family Christmas party. The kiss is wonderful. He tastes of the cookie you two shared. It’s unlike anything you’ve ever experienced.
You need more kissing practice because it’s been so long. But you get the feeling that Matt won’t mind helping you out if this is another thing you want to add to your list.
When he pulls away, he’s a bit breathless but he says one thing to you.
“Chocolate chip peanut butter.”
“What?”
“That’s my guess for the cookie type.”
“Wanna kiss me again to confirm?” He grins and his hands travel down, just slightly to feel the materials of your skirt.
“That’s my girl.”
• • •
The next two months fly by in a whirl of kissing Matt, trying to find a teaching job and enjoying your first real winter in New York.
By the time March rolls around, the clock is ticking for you to be able to find a job in this school year. And then, Foggy and Matt get you the best gift ever.
“Mrs. Future Murdock,” You send Foggy a glare.
“Watch it.”
“Okay, listen—You remember that rich guy that was wrongfully accused of tax evasion?”
“Yeah, why?” You’re cleaning up your office space for the weekend, excited to go to Josie’s, have a few drinks and unwind with your very handsome boyfriend.
“Well, he’s a super intendent for a large school district in Hell’s Kitchen.” Your head snaps up to the two.
“What does that mean for me?” You raise an eyebrow.
“There’s an older teacher there who needed to have surgery and we thought, hey, we know a teacher who could sub in.”
“…Who?”
“You.” Matt says, and you grin. “Your interview is Monday.”
You gasp and hug Foggy quickly, before making your way over to Matt.
“You are the absolute best.” You kiss him quickly and his hands, as they often do, find themselves on your hips. “Thank you.”
What a lovely lovely man.
“Don’t thank us yet, you still need to get the job.” Right.
Your night at Josie’s is lovely but you spend the rest of your weekend prepping for the interview on Monday. It goes well, but something in you is telling you to stay anxious. Why? You have no idea.
It takes two weeks for them to get back to you. But you walk into the office of Nelson, Murdock & Page with a big grin. You walk right into Matt’s office, who glances up to you when you walk in, your heart racing.
“Hey, Sweetheart, I—” He cuts himself off when you walk right up to his desk and pull his chair out before finding yourself on Matt’s lap.  Your arms wrap around his neck and his arms find your waist. Before he can say much else, you kiss him quickly, and he grins into the kiss. Eventually, when you do pull away, Matt asks, “Everything okay?”
“Matty, consider this to be my two weeks’ notice.”
He gasps happily.
“Oh my god! How awful it is that you’re leaving us!” He grins, kissing you quickly. “Congratulations.”
“Thank you for getting me the interview.” You tell him, “You know if I do well, the teacher might let me coteach with her next year.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. Our list is almost done, baby.”
“Your list, not ours.”
“Yeah but you’ve been helping so much.”
“You’re easy to help.”
“You’re easy to love.”
He blushes and decides to kiss his girl again.
• • •
 So, in April, a month before your year is up, you find yourself needing a new apartment. The rent is getting crazy, and it’s nowhere near the school you’re working in. Especially considering that the teacher you’re subbing for decided she wanted to retire so you’d be taking over for her full time come Fall.
Plus, your apartment is small and cramped, especially with Matt’s stuff slowly invading your place. You discuss this with him one night. It’s late and he’s covered in cuts from his Daredeviling.
“I hate apartment hunting.” You whine, and he hums, kissing your head gently. “Nowhere is good enough. Too far from the school, too far from you, too expensive.” You complain.
“Why don’t you move in here?”
Huh. Why hadn’t you thought of that? Was it too quick to be moving in with him at this point? Maybe, but something told you Matt wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.
“Really?”
He grins.
“Really. It’s close to the school, a good price, and rather close to me.” You grin and kiss him softly. It’s your favorite habit.
So, two weeks later, you’re hauling boxes into your boyfriend’s apartment. You take a few drawers of his dresser and some of your nicer outfits find their way into his armoire. Your mugs sit comfortably next to his in his cabinets. Your cabinets.
Your throw blanket is draped comfortably across his couch, and your shoes lay next to his.
Your lotion sits next to his first aid kit. You love dating Matt Murdock.
You love that next month will be one year since you moved to New York, and your life is sort of coming together. Glorious Matthew Murdock is your boyfriend. Your job is amazing. Your apartment is wonderful. Matt Murdock is your boyfriend, and he is amazing at kissing you.
• • •
So, Matt knows May is your year since moving to New York. He knows you guys could go to Josie’s and have a normal old time at the bar…
But he wants to do something special for you. So, he asks Foggy, Marci and Karen to get dressed up and go to a bar on the nicer side of town. Not that you don’t love Josie’s but your one year in New York calls for a special occasion.
You decide to wear a nice satin dress and he loves running his hands over the soft fabric. To Mat, you are perfect in every way, and every day he falls deeper and deeper in love with you.
So on a warm May night in Hell’s Kitchen, you sit in a bougie bar with your best friends, boyfriend and enjoy a year since you moved to this wonderful place you now call home. And a year and four months since your ex broke up with you. Truly, for a long time, you thought you’d never get over him.
Now, Matt is all you see.
At some point, a little tipsy, you kiss Matt’s cheek gently and tell him you’re going to grab another drink.
“Do you want anything?” You ask softly.
“Just for you to come back soon. I’ll miss you.” Oh, Tipsy Matt was your favorite.
“Okay, I’ll be right back.” You kiss him quick and head off to the bar. You order another drink and wait patiently, taking in just how happy you are in this moment.
Then, a familiar voice calls your name, and you glance over and you can’t believe it.
Your ex-boyfriend is right in front of you, and for a moment, you convince yourself you must be drunker than you realized.
“Wow, you look fantastic!” He says a grin on his face. Was… Was your ex ever… attractive? You can’t remember if he ever was. Especially not since dating Matt.
“Oh, Thanks..” You smile softly, trying to be polite but to get out of here quickly and get back to the arms of your loving boyfriend.
“Are you here with anyone?”
“Yeah.” You told him. “Some of my good friends, and—”
“So, you’re not seeing anyone?” You furrow your eyebrows. When did you say that?
Then, there’s an arm around your waist, and you know whose it is in an instant.
“Hey, Sweetheart.. Is everything okay?” Matt asks, smiling to you. Oh, he knows. He knows big time.
“Everything is great.” You turn to your ex and grin. “This is Matt, He’s my—”
“Fiancé.” Matt ends.
Fiancé?
“Fiancé?” Your ex asks, bewildered.
“Mhm. Got engaged a few days ago, that’s what we’re here celebrating.” You said gently, leaning your head against Matt’s arm.
“Engaged, but you’ve only been here for a year!”
“Well, I wasn’t about to wait around for you to ask me to date you again.” You glance over to Matt. “Besides, when you know you know.” You say softly.
Matt leans in and kisses you gently, “When you know, you know.” He echoes.
Your ex is wildly uncomfortable.
“I thought you said you’d always love me.” He says, and he has that intimidating tone to his voice that you hate.
“Yeah… Me too.. Guess I was wrong. You have a nice night, Okay?” You smile and take your drink, turning to head back to your friends. Your ex is bummed out but leaves you alone, and Matt grins to you further.
“When you know you know.” He hums.
“Fiancé..” You echo. He shrugs gently.
“I like the sound of it.”
“Me too.” You say gently. “I love you.”
“I love you, Sweetheart.” He kisses your cheek. “So… A year in New York.”
“Yup. My list is all done.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. I talk to you all the time, and I don’t apologize unless it’s necessary. I love teaching and my job. My apartment is stellar, and… I think it’s safe to say I am over my ex. I upgraded. In fact, my upgrade is so much hotter than anyone else I know.”
Matt leans in to kiss you, a grin on his face, but he mutters a soft, “That’s my girl,” Before he does.
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THE BIRTHDAY PARTY // matty healy x reader
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• a very happy birthday surprise!
• warnings : swearing
you groaned as you woke up — incredibly tired and pissed off at the sound of your phone ringing waking up. you were quite ready to ignore it, actually. yet, you saw matty’s name and the anger boiled away.
answering it, you put it on speaker and drop it on your chest as your head hits the pillows again and you stare at the ceiling.
he’s clearly more awake than you — “happy birthday, my love!” he wishes you down the phone, and you can only yawn in response.
“thank you,” you sigh.
“shit, did i wake you up? you’re normally awake by now.”
“yeah, but it’s fine. i should be awake, think i just overslept. i had a drink last night.” you rub your eyes, sitting up remembering drinking at least half a bottle of wine last night in the loneliness of your home.
“i’m sorry. are you doing anything today?” he asks.
“um… yeah. my friends said they are taking me out for drinks. it’ll probably be nice when i’m there but i’m so drained right now and honestly don’t want to go through the effort getting ready. and i wish you were here…” you backtrack, “that sounded selfish. i’m happy for you, you know that. i just want you all for myself sometimes.”
“i’m so fucking sorry i’m not there right now, baby.” he tells you.
“matty, it’s fine. it’s not your fau—”
“matty! come on, we need to leave if you want to be—” george’s voice springs up loudly.
“shit, okay. i’ve got to go. i love you, lots.”
“i love you too.”
“have something to eat, okay?”
“yeah.” you reply as best you can without sounding too sad.
the phone hangs up, and you feel as though you could cry.
eventually, after probably another hour in bed, you manage to drag yourself out, going downstairs to make some cereal and toast, eating it rather sadly on your couch. you avoid your phone most of the day, settling to watching films in the comfort of your pj’s ( technically, they were made up of your grey joggers and one of matty’s band t-shirts. but what can you say? you miss him. )
but once the film ends, you’re shoved back into reality with a firm shove of the credits rolling. they feel like a slap in the face.
when you finally do pick your phone up, you’re about to message your friends and tell them you really don’t feel up for drinks, but almost as if he’s telepathically connected to you, you get a message from matty.
“send me pictures of you later when you’re out with your friends. miss you xx”
you smile, and you don’t want to tell him you didn’t go out, because you also know he’d feel guilty more for being away.
you facetime him, hoping he’s able to answer.
he answers, much to your dismay with his camera off.
you look at yourself for a second, face scrunching when you see how tired you look. “fuck, i look like shit.” you laugh it off.
“you never look like shit, shut up.” his voice comes from the phone, and you feel yourself feeling a bit happier already.
“mm, also, why is your camera off? i wanna see you.” you pout as you walk your way over to the bedroom, and then the bathroom, deciding to get ready now so you wouldn’t be rushing later.
“uh…” he hesitates, “i don’t know, it won’t turn on.” you raise an eyebrow, slightly confused but ignore it anyway. “you doing your makeup?”
“yeah. i can hang up if you wanna do something on your phone though. just wanted to talk to you.”
“no, no.” he says a little too quickly. i miss you. it’s nice. feels like i’m with you.”
“god. when do you come home?” you whine, tying your hair up to finally sort your face.
he chuckles down the phone, “any ideas on what you’re wearing?”
“i hadn’t thought about that.” you rub the product into your skin, then rummaging around your drawer for what you need.
“well, i think you should check the top of the wardrobe, my side.” you can hear the grin in his voice.
“what did you do?” you put down the foundation in your hand.
“go and see for yourself.”
you leave your phone in the bathroom as you jog towards the wardrobe, opening the right door, seeing a bag on the top shelf you hadn’t noticed before.
pulling it down, you look in the contents, it was black fabric, and as you pulled it out it was a gorgeous dress.
“oh my god!” you exclaimed, loud enough for matty to hear, and you hear his laughter faintly.
you held it out, it was sleeveless and had a long slit in the leg. you rush to the bathroom, mouth agape as you look at the camera. “jesus, matty. it’s amazing. thank you so much. is this why you asked me to send photos? you were gonna tell me to wear this?”
his voice is sly, smug. “maybe.”
“i’ll put it on when i’ve finished my face and hair.” you smile, getting back to where you were left off.
matty stays on the phone with you the whole time, talking to you about what they’ve been doing, and how he’s definitely going to take you to this country when you are both free because he insists you’ll love it. and you probably would, from what he’s said.
after a while, you finish by using a claw clip to secure your hair back.
“you gonna put the dress on now?”
you nodded, walking back to the bedroom to pick it up from where you left it on the bed.
switching from your pyjamas into something else was a nice chance — it had been awhile since you got to dress up nicely and go out.
and it was simply beautiful, and looked better than you could’ve imagined on. you finish it off with sheer tights and your boots.
you feel happy, and you definitely feel hot.
on walking into the bathroom again, you put your phone in a better place, so he can see the whole outfit. you do a little 360 turn, smiling widely.
“fuck, you look perfect. gorgeous. i wish i was there right now.”
“thank you so much, matty. this dress is stunning.”
“you make it look better on, definitely.”
“what time is it?” you ask, picking your phone back up.
“6:56.”
your eyes widen, your friend who was picking you up said she’d be here at around 7, and all of a sudden you here the beep of a car outside. “shit, i have to go.” your quickly strutting back through, grabbing your bag and keys.
“okay,”
“love you lots, i’ll send you pictures later.”
“have fun, i love you too!” you hear him blow an exaggerated kiss, so you do the same, hanging up and shoving your phone in your bag.
opening the door, you’re greeting with your friend waving at you from her car. you jog over.
you have to admit, it had been a lot more fun than you earlier would’ve anticipated, but that was probably because of how mentally and physically drained you were.
it was nice to just have a few drinks, catch up with your closest friends and see how they’ve been doing — some you hadn’t spoke to in a while due to the boring, mundane adult life getting in the way all the time.
after a good few rounds of drinks, your group sat down at a table, chatting away about random things, the boyfriends, girlfriends, family life, the normal drama.
when out of the blue, one of your friends cleared her throat. “okay,” she reached her arms out over the table, holding both your hands. “we all have one more little surprise for you.”
“another surprise?” you smile, but confusion clear in your expression. “you spoil me,”
she pulls one hand away to check her phone, looks at the door, then at you.
following her gaze, the door opens when you let your eyes wander over there. then the door swings open.
what the fuck?
you cannot help but literally gasp out loud, as matty walks in. your eyes widen. he’s clad in his usual white button up and dress pants, leather jacket on top. his eyes are darting around the room, looking for you.
your chair squeaks loudly, yet you take no notice. you all but sprint over to him, and his face lights up as he sees you.
you cling yourself to him, holding him tightly. it’s all too familiar, a scent of vanilla and the faint but ever lasting essence of cigarettes. you’re hugging him tighter than you think you ever have before — making up for the 2 months you’ve been separated from him. he wasn’t supposed to be home for another 3 weeks.
“happy birthday, darling.” he whispers, hand rubbing up and down your back.
“oh my god,” you look behind him to see the rest of the band, including charli, standing there.
your too focused on matty, however, pulling back to look him in the eyes. “what the fuck are you doing here?”
“wasn’t gonna miss your birthday,” he grins, and you finally see the roses in his hand. “got you these on the way.”
your eyes are watering now, and carefully, you try to wipe it away without smudging your makeup.
he hands you them, “i’ve missed you so much. i can’t believe you’re here.”
his hand finds its way to your face, caressing and delicately wiping away stray tears. he leans in, and it’s an unimaginable feeling, you kiss him until you absolutely have to pull back, panting a little, him having quite literally just pulled the air from your lungs.
“you look even better in person.” he looks you up and down, “simply perfect.” he pulls you back for a hug. “my perfect girl.” he whispers, so quiet only you could hear him.
you quickly look up, thinking of something all of a sudden. “wait, is this why your—” you hold your hands up to emphasise the quote marks, “camera wasn’t working.”
“i didn’t want to risk it and spoil the surprise.” he shrugs, and you both laugh. god, you’d missed that laugh.
the commotion calms down, after some time, anyway. you’re sat at the corner of the table, head on matty’s shoulder, practically glued to his side the second you got over to him earlier. his hand on your leg, tracing patterns.
you feel a hand under your chin, the finger tilting your head up to look at him. you make eye contact, and then you’re in a short but sweet lip lock.
“oh!” he blurts out, taking you slightly by surprise. “i almost forgot—” he’s reaching into his jacket pocket, pulling out a small gift box. “i bought you this.”
he opens it for you, and your met with a necklace, a locket, in particular, glistening at you. your hand is thrown over your mouth.
“i saw you looking at them before i left. thought you might like it.”
you pick it up carefully, like one careless touch would break it.
“open it.”
you click it open at the side, and your heart gushed at the picture in there, it was one charli had taken without you realising. your hand was in his curls, his on your waist as you kissed like your life depended on it. it felt so long ago but so recent at the same time.
“oh, matty. it’s—” you take a second, “i swear, if you make me cry again for the second time tonight.” you gulp, trying to stop yourself from being so emotional. dammed alcohol and it’s effects on you.
“want me to put it on for you?”
“please.” you turn your torso, facing your back towards him. he takes it from your hand, putting it around your neck, clicking it in. not without pressing a kiss next to it, and whispering one more declaration of love into your ear. you’re looking down at it, playing with it with your index finger. you vouch to yourself to keep it safe forever.
“how about i get you one more drink?” he suggests, as you turn back towards him. “then we can head home?”
you hum, “sounds great. how long are you gonna be here, though? don’t you need to fly back out? to finish all the interviews and all that you’re doing?”
“technically, i would have, but we’ve cancelled them.”
“what?” you spring up. “why?”
“i’m knackered, honestly. just need time home, just to fuckin’ chill, you know? and you, of course.” he steals another kiss, and the two of you really can’t get enough.
“now, that drink? what would you like?” he’s standing up, looking at you expectantly.
you rest your elbows on the table, leaning forward, pondering. “surprise me.”
he nods, giving you a small salute, spinning around and heading to the bar.
it’s significantly quieter than earlier. you don’t even want to know what time it is. you just know tomorrow is definitely being spent in bed.
he returns with two drinks. setting back down next to you. “to the birthday girl?” he holds his drink up.
“to us.” you state, clinking the glasses together.
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Bojere & 17 for the kiss
thank you so much for your request, anon! sorry i took a little, but i hope you enjoy this! 💚
Bojere: ... to distract.
Jere can see Bojan’s anxiety grow bigger as the time for the flight approached. He’s clearly trying to make an effort not to let it affect him or the time they’re spending together, but Jere can tell he’s not being exactly successful.
So he’s determined to make it better – because it’s what Bojan deserves, after all.
“Do you want to take me to that nice place again before you drive me to airport?” He asks and Bojan focus his attention on him; his expression confused as if he hasn’t heard a single word Jere said. “Those three bridges over river? I can’t remember if you said name. Slovenian words are difficult.”
“No, I don’t think I told you.” Bojan smiles and Jere finds himself feeling a little relieved after that. “And you Slovenian has improved a bit since you got here. You remember how to say thank you, now!” And he gets a small laugh out of Bojan which he counts as victory.
“Not everyone can be language genuius like you, Bojan! Don’t laugh!” He feigns being hurt and gets another genuine laugh out of him.
“Don’t worry; we can keep working on that for your next visit.”
The mention of a next visit seems to bring some of the tension back and Jere hates it. He knows he’s partially to blame – he’s never taken Bojan’s love and affection for granted but he knows Bojan has always gone above and beyond to meet him, despite having a pretty busy chedule himself. When Jere had told him he’d finally found the time to go to Slovenia, on a short five day trip, he had seen Bojan light up, with an expression of pure joy and happiness on his face, making Jere wonder how he couldn’t have found the time before. He’s feeling just a little bit guilty now because… he knows Bojan is probably wondering how long it’ll take until the next visit (of if there’ll even be a next one after all).
“By next visit, I speak flu- flue- really good Slovenian.” He jokes, trying to keep the mood light. “Better than Bojan speaking Finnish!”
“We’ll see about that.” Bojan teases back. “How long do you need to finish packing?”
“Fifteen minutes and then we can leave.”
They head out of Bojan apartment twenty minutes later, Jere’s bag already in the backseat. They’re taking advantage of all the minutes they can get until it’s time for Jere to board and Jere wants nothing more but to make sure Bojan enjoys every single moment they have together. As they drive, he wants nothing more than hold Bojan’s hand; hold him close and reassure him it’ll be okay – and as Bojan seems to get lost in his thoughts again, as they park the car, and prepare to head out, Jere can’t stop himself anymore.
“Bojan,” he calls, so softly and lovingly it even surprises himself. He’s glad there’s no one around the parking lot (he’s very aware that, just like him, Bojan isn’t really afforded much privacy in his home country and they have to be careful). “I want to enjoy time with you. Please stop thinking about sad things.”
“I’m sorry, I just can’t make my brain shut up.” And he offers him an apologetic smile. “I don’t want to ruin our last few hours together.”
Jere hesitates for just a second, taking a quick glance outside. There still seems to be no one around, so he guesses he can take a little bit of a risk. “Can I try?” Bojan raises an eyebrow, questioning, and Jere is quick to clarify. “To make your brain shut up?”
“I’m not sure how, but do your best.”
Jere holds Bojan’s face gently between his hands and he sees his eyes soften at the touch. He hasn’t done this in the last five days – he hasn’t done it in way too long, because he’d been too afraid – but Bojan’s reaction tells him it’s the right choice. He closes the distance between them, feeling how soft Bojan’s lips are against his, a hint of smoke and coffee. It’s brief and sweet, but when he pulls away, he sees just how much happier Bojan looks.
“I did good job distracting you?” He asks. “Or do I need to give you another one?”
“Maybe one more, just to be sure.”
And Jere is more than happy to do so.
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(This drawing got way out of hand but. I'm attaching it to the OC interview anyways!!!! Thank you for tagging me @mail-me-a-snail!!!!) OC interview thingy under the read more :]
Name?
“Vito.” Nothing special or out of the ordinary here really. Though he doesn’t like giving people his surname. Scan him for it if you are so nosy.
Nickname?
“The Red Scorpion.” "...." “That’s a joke, it’s V.” His name is short enough to not warrant a nickname really but V is what he likes to use for business related stuff, keep it formal, keep it anonymous. Though I do think Red Scorpion is the name for his bike. And also the symbol he wears on his vest. He just really likes scorpions and any other desert critter.
Gender?
“Male.”
Vito is trans, has been for a good chunk of his life and he couldn’t be happier with it.
Star sign?
“Scorpio, much to my delight. No idea what it means though. Don’t really care for that kind of stuff.” Fun fact I was so close to making the joke of having Vito be born on the day the Arasaka Towers got blown up but then his age wouldn’t have aligned quite right. He’d have to be 53 during the main story but… still a joke in the back of my mind, might adjust it JUST to be funny, maybe not.
Height?
“Last I checked it was 5’8.”
It’s a pretty good height all things considered. He might appear a bit taller though thanks to the bit of heel on his boots as well as his hat he wears most of the time. He has no complaints about his height though.
Orientation?
“Whoever strikes my fancy.”
Vito is bi and doesn’t really have a preference. Just kinda lets himself be taken wherever his heart desires. (Sometimes that can be horrible ex-corpo men who have something really wrong with them. Shoutout to Lucian. What is wrong with him.) Though he usually doesn’t look for more than a fling. Not actively looking to date or find anything long term. (Lucian was kind of an unexpected case.)
Nationality/ethnicity?
“Born and raised in Mexico. Lived there a good while too.”
His parents likely still live there, he wouldn’t really know. Cut ties a long time ago and has kinda moved from city to city looking to follow his ambitions.
Favorite fruit?
“Hm… don’t have fruit a lot these days but peaches have always been my favorite.”
I can only imagine fruit is just kind of rare to come by, if not expensive. Vito’s never had a lot of money to his name all things considered.
Favorite season?
“Fall. It’s just right.”
Listen he may be used to hot climates but all that leather is probably a nightmare during the summer. And no he will not sacrifice his looks.
Favorite flower?
“Flowers? In this year and age?” He doesn’t know shit about flowers. He might like ones that bloom on cacti but… it’s not really his scene.
Coffee, tea, or hot chocolate?
“You can’t go wrong with a nice tea.” He’ll always pick tea over anything else. Coffee is… okay. But he doesn’t get the appeal. Vito especially likes any sort of red/fruity tea but he’ll give anything a try at least once.
Average hours of sleep?
“4…. 5… depends.”
And that’s on a good day. Especially in the height of everything with the relic he is lucky to get one or two hours of sleep. Pain is one hell of a bitch keeping him up. Very hard to get comfortable at all. But once that’s all over and he’s settled down it’ll probably end up closer to an average of 8 hours, at least.
Dog or cat person?
“Reptiles.” “...” “But if I have to pick? Cats.”
Vito isn’t one to really care for pets. He doesn’t hate them and will pet a dog or a cat if someone he knows owns one but that's about it. Doesn’t really need a pet of his own.
Dream trip?
“Not really looking to travel.”
As a guy who has moved from place to place, Vito doesn’t really… plan for trips. Most of his traveling was out of necessity and not because he was looking for a vacation spot. Somewhere outside of NC could be nice but he just doesn’t really think about it. Busy with other stuff. Also he would want to travel with Lucian and well……. who knows how that would go down.
Favorite fictional character?
“Pardon?”
Vito reads a lot but he’s not like… crazy about the characters or even really involved, it's just to pass time and relax.
Number of blankets you sleep with?
“.....2.”
He gets cold in his sleep and it's a nice weight. One hell of a fight to get out of bed in the morning though.
Random fact?
Vito loves putting together little models of things if possible. Doesn’t always have the time for it but… it’s fun and relaxing :)
Don't really know who to tag but hey whoever wants to do this with their guys feel free to go ahead!
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Harry Styles x Model!Reader
Faceclaim: Lily Collins
author’s note: I’ve binge-watched Emily in Paris for the third time and revisited my love for Lily Collins (and Paris), so I had to do this one, even though I fear it’ll flop again, but nevermind. I’m having fun doing these. joepark, camilleinlondon, and antoinemoreau are your best friends! My French sucks (even after 6 years of learning it in school), so please bare with me and my skills in using a translator, thaaaaaanks!
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yourinstagram Someone (👀) told me that photo-dumps are cool again, so here is one! Paris has me back ♥️
[tagged joepark]
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joepark I never used the word cool, that’s entirely your wrongdoing 👀
↳ yourinstagram Haha. I love you too 😛
↳ modelfriends4ever Joe and YN are reunited 🥰
hsfan1 excuse me, she is in paaaaariiiiiis, and harry will be in Paris soon!
↳ hsfan2 can’t wait for their reunion! I’m pretty sure Harry is super happy to be back on tour and seeing all of us again, but I have the feeling that he always looks a tad… sad? :c
↳ hsfan1 i have the same feeling, but that’s just normal. they’re so long apart, and FaceTiming just isn’t the same *is in a long-distance relationship himself*
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yourfan1 YN is the most gorgeous human being gracing this earth.
yourfan2 Can I marry you???? 😩
harrystyles I cannot wait to see you soon, darling x H.
↳ yourinstagram mon amour ♥️ Can’t wait to have you back, even though it’s only for a few days 🥹
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↳ hsfan3 I love how supportive she is, though it hurts to see them both struggling with the distance 🥺
↳ yourfan3 My thought 😩
↳ harrystyles We will make those days count, my love x
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↳ hsfan4 I won’t ever find a guy like him.
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yourinstagram museum date no. 1 with my handsome boyfriend 🥰
(I am so sorry to drag you around even though you’re probably exhausted, mon amour. I love you!)
[tagged harrystyles]
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harrystyles Don’t you worry, my love, I am wide awake with you by my side x
↳ yourinstagram 👉🏻👈🏻🥰
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↳ hsfan1 screaming crying sobbing
↳ yourfan1 Woah. Imagine having a boyfriend like Harry.
joepark Have fun, my two sugars ❤️
gemmastyles Looking good, Haz 💖 Give that lovely photographer a hug and a kiss on the cheek!
↳ yourinstagram He did. I miss you, Gem!!!!
↳ gemmastyles Miss you too, sweets. You’re coming to NYC with him????
↳ yourinstagram I’ll try very hard, but some clients pushed dates around a lot, so… we’ll see 🥺
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hsfan2 Harry looks so much happier
↳ hsfan3 He does 😭❤️
↳ yourfan2 It makes me happy that YN makes him this happy 🥹
hsfan4 this fluffy gentleman is the epitome of handsomeness, and YN is a very lucky woman
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↳ hsfan4 Hi bestiiiiie 🥹💖
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harrystyles My Queen. My Muse. My Love.
[tagged yourinstagram]
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ynandharry I’m always waiting for these kinds of posts 🤭♥️
hsfan1 Love it when he posts something non-work related
annetwist ❤️
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joepark You’re just the proudest and sweetest boyfriend on this planet, damn, Haz.
↳ harrystyles What should I say? She is the most incredible woman on this planet x H.
liked by ynandharry, yourinstagram, joepark and 4,326 others
↳ joepark That is entirely true
↳ yourfan1 They both love YN so much 😭
↳ yourinstagram Yes hello hi you need to stop thanks bye 🫣
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↳ joepark Not gonna happen, sugar 🤭
↳ hsfan2 YN is a mood
yourinstagram Je t'aime tellement, mon amour. C'est un privilège d'avoir le droit de t'aimer.
liked by harrystyles, gemmastyles and 4,354 others
↳ yourfan2 For everyone who doesn’t want to use a translator: “I love you so much, my love. It's a privilege to be allowed to love you.”
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↳ hsfan1 Thank you for the translation! My translator sucks
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↳ gemmastyles I’m bursting into tears even though that’s not even my girlfriend, and the words aren’t for me 😭
↳ yourinstagram Give me a sec, G x
↳ yourfan3 Ooooh, I believe YN is writing her something sweet in private 🥹🤭
↳ harrystyles Je suis le chanceux x
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↳ hsfan2 I love it when Harry speaks French 🥵 (“I am the lucky one.”)
↳ yourinstagram We can discuss this over dinner x
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mitchrowland Tell her that she will get a bear hug!
↳ yourinstagram Miiiiitch! I can’t wait to see you all again ♥️
↳ mitchrowland We can’t wait either. And there is someone who can’t wait for his first auntie's visit 👀
↳ yourfan4 I just love how YN is part of their band family just because she makes Harry so happy 🥰
↳ yourinstagram Mon garçon! 😍
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yourinstagram Harry is doing sound checks for today’s show, so that’s why Joe and I decided to make some Macarons – well, more like I make some Macarons, and she is standing there and thinks she is the funniest person in the room. But Antoine is even worse 👀
[📸 antoinemoreau] [tagged joepark]
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antoinemoreau Excusez-moi? Worse??? I’m offended
↳ joepark You ate 10 macarons.
↳ yourinstagram Don’t try to turn this around, Joe! I saw what you did! 👀
↳ camilleinlondon Please send me some, thank youuuuu
↳ modelfriends4ever The trio is back! Only Camille is missing from the quartet 😚
↳ antoinemoreau I ate those who were supposed to be for you, I guess, ooooops 🤷🏼‍♂️
↳ camilleinlondon I hate you.
↳ joepark Nope, you love him. Deeply.
↳ antoinemoreau 😛😚
joepark I had a great time. Did you have a great time? Because I had one 🤭
↳ yourinstagram 🙄😂
yourfan1 You look so happy, YN 💖
annetwist ❤️
↳ yourinstagram ♥️
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yourinstagram He loves you so much, world.
It’s such an honor to see you doing what you love the most, H. My heart is so full of adoration and love and happiness and pride. I may be crying while typing this, so please, if you see me now, standing in a crowd and crying my eyes out: That’s totally normal!
[tagged harrystyles]
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annetwist You are not alone, dear ❤️
↳ yourinstagram He is just so talented and wonderful, and I can’t thank you enough for raising this man and giving him to me 😭
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↳ annetwist I can’t thank you enough for making him happy, sweets. You turned my boy into a man, a man pursuing his dreams without fear because he knows that you will always be by his side, supporting him in everything he tries to accomplish.
↳ yourinstagram 🥹😭
↳ gemmastyles You two need to stop right now.
↳ ynandharry I can’t express how grateful we are that you took YN in and gave her the family she deserves after everything 😭
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yourfan1 I’m like two people further to the right. Can I come and give you a hug? Do you need a hug? People say I’m a good hugger ❤️
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↳ yourinstagram Are you the lovely human with the light blue sign??
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↳ yourfan1 YES! THAT’S ME!
↳ yourinstagram Coming over right now because hugs are great!
liked by yourfan2, hsfan1 and 212 others
↳ yourfan2 Damn yourfan1 is living the dream right now
hsfan1 She is so far in the back 🥺
↳ hsfan2 I talked to her during his NA tour, where she ALWAYS stood pretty far in the back. She said she has a minor case of claustrophobia, so she is more comfortable in the back where people aren’t too close to one another 😊
↳ hsfan1 Ooooh 🥺 Totally get that. But it’s so sweet that she goes to his shows anyway 🥺
joepark Where did you gooooo????
↳ yourinstagram I’m right behind you, idiot. And why are you texting on the gram??? USE MY NUMBER
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↳ modelfriends4ever how much can one person love individuals he never met? Me: yes.
harrystyles I am reading this while you’re sleeping on my shoulder in the car on our way to the hotel, and I cannot comprehend, for the love of God, how I deserved you. I love you. Thank you for loving me back x
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↳ jefezoff You’re getting an Instagram ban.
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↳ mitchrowland Let him be, Jeff. I think this one was on purpose 🤭
↳ pillowpersonpp My thought
↳ antoinemoreau Thank you for loving her, mate
↳ camilleinlondon Oui, merci! She deserves all the happiness in this world, and you’re making her the happiest ❤️
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joepark The moment Harry found YN in the crowd because she waved her sign like a mad woman.
Find yourself a man who grins like him at the sight of his (excited) girl.
[tagged harrystyles and yourinstagram]
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camilleinlondon Still cannot believe how cute and perfect these two are for each other 😩❤️
↳ joepark I knooooooooooow. I may be super jealous because I've been single for an awfully long time by now, but I'm SO happy for these two, I seriously can't get it with my smol brain
↳ camilleinlondon Small brain?? You had an A* in your freaking GCSEs - In. Every. Single. One.
↳ joepark Maybe, but my emotional brain is very smol ☹️
↳ yourinstagram It is not, sugar! Stop talking bullshit!
↳ modelfriends4ever Seriously, get yourself friends like this group. You'll be loved and cherished for life.
yourinstagram He probably just saw a sweet sign and not me or mine
↳ joepark Noooooope. I have video proof!
↳ harrystyles Joe is right. I finished Golden, and then I saw you - jumping and laughing, screaming and with tears in your eyes. Rosy cheeks, the brightest smile on your gorgeous face, and that sign over your head. I definitely saw you, darling, and it made my entire night so much better x
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↳ yourinstagram H 🥰 Gosh, I love you so, so much, more than words could ever describe.
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↳ joepark Ignore me, I'm gonna sit here and sigh myself to death.
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rosesarered You are a piece of art, mon amour. Happy fourth anniversary. Thank you for making me the happiest woman alive ♥️
A penny for your thoughts 🥰
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gemmastyles I can tell you exactly what he is thinking 👀🥰
↳ joepark Me too 🤭
↳ rosesarered Care to enlighten me??
↳ gemmastyles He is looking at you, I suppose? Then the case is easy: He is thinking about you, silly ❤️
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↳ rosesarered 👉🏻👈🏻
antoinemoreau I thought photography was my thing in this group 😦
↳ rosesarered It’s only happening when it’s him 😛
harrysworld You. Always you. You’re the only thing on my mind, day and night, in my waking hours and my dreams. Happy anniversary, my darling love. You are making me the most blessed man x
annetwist You can see the love in his eyes – and that’s the only thing a mother wants to see ❤️ Enjoy your anniversary, my darlings!
↳ rosesarered I try my best 🥹
↳ annetwist You don’t even have to try, sweetheart. He has been head over heels for you ever since the two of you met. And you’ve been going strong ever since 😚
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harrystyles Mrs. Styles.
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joepark SCREAMING
camilleinlondon NO WAY
hsfan1 Happiest day of my life 😭
jefezoff Now I know the purpose of your little getaway! Congratulations ❤️
mitchrowland Congratulations, H!!!
gemmastyles THAT IS MY SISTER, WORLD
annetwist You were always a part of the family, sweetheart. Now it’s only official ❤️
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ynandharry It. Is. Happening.
hsfan2 crying 😭
yourfan1 🥹😭
yourfan2 🥰😭
yourinstagram It’s a wonder you got a photo without me bursting into tears 🥹 (I’ve been crying ever since he got down on one knee.)
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↳ yourinstagram My heart is yours. It was always yours. I love you more than anything in this world, H.
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↳ yourinstagram I’M GONNA BE MRS STYLES
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↳ yourfan3 I honestly never witnessed a happier YN 🤭
↳ harrystyles ❤️
↳ yourinstagram ❤️
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yourinstagram Becoming Mrs. Harry Styles will be the biggest adventure of my life x
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annetwist ❤️
gemmastyles Calling you, joepark and camilleinlondon right now so we can discuss dates for the first dress shopping day 🥳
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↳ yourfan1 Gemma is SO excited 🥰
↳ hsfan1 She loves YN so so much
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↳ hsfan2 They’re like the rolemodel sisters of this planet
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antoinemoreau I’m therefore officially applying for wedding photographer.
↳ yourinstagram You don’t want to… party with us?
↳ antoinemoreau I can do both, and you know that 😙
joepark This ring is freaking massive and gorgeous, and I am a tad jealous, BUT MOST OF ALL, I AM SO EXCITED
↳ yourinstagram We’ll find you a handsome, honest, very loving man, sweets, I promise ♥️
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camilleinlondon How your life has turned… It is amazing, lovely ❤️
harrystyles It is the greatest honor of my life to be there every step of the way. We are a forever kind of love, darling x
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↳ hsfan3 She is definitely his inspiration. Can’t tell me otherwise
↳ yourinstagram I LOVE YOU, H
↳ yourinstagram Could we get ice cream tho? The joy of this day is making me crave sugar 👉🏻👈🏻
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↳ harrystyles I’m waiting in the lobby, darling x
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↳ hsfan4 Awww, they’re still on vacation 🥹 They need this downtime!
↳ yourfan2 Totally! So please, don’t bother them if you happen to see them, world! They need this. They freaking deserve this!
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harryleatherfit · 11 months
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Upper East Side || AU || Frankie Morales
Chapter 4: Monologue
word count: 3275
warnings: parts of smut, angst? teacher student relationship (age gap)
please let me know if i’ve missed any- this hasn’t been proof read
🪩Main Master List🪩 Series Master List🪩
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You and Laylah have a night of your own, Hannah and Rose were out with their boyfriends and you could discuss the day together.
“Timothee Chalamet was in your fucking class and no one told me?” She yells. She's so cute when she gets upset.
“Trust me I was above my soul when I saw him, I couldn’t believe my eyes. But what was even weirder, after class he asked to talk to me after the scene I did with Mattias, and he told me Mr. Morales brought me in.”
“What?”
“I don’t know it was the oddest thing, when Mr. Morales walked out of the class with Ms. Roylance it seemed like they’re tight, and TImothee slipped in that he was there because Mr. Morales said to come check me out. Like to see how good I was or whatever. I apparently have taken the department by its feet and he wouldn't stop talking about me.” You explain.
“Interesting.” She rubs her face. “What do you think that means coming from Mr Morales?”
“I couldn’t tell you.” You say.
“I mean he is really fucking hot, everyone looks at him, when we were in that auditorium every single person was wishing to be in his pants or be his pants.”
You look down and blush. Of course everyone wanted to be with him, he’s fucking perfect.
Laylah inhales in shock, “You like him don’t you?”
‘No no, trust I do not, he’s our professor at this school and that would be highly inappropriate.” You respond.
“Oh that’s bullshit, we’re all adults here, yeah he’s a lot older and people may think it's odd but to hell with it, I don’t think it’s weird, if people love each other they love each other.”
“Yeah but he’s a highly well known person and I’m just a senior at this acting school, it would look weird and so many people would talk, it make me look bad and he could lose his position and I’m probably so much younger than him I couldn’t be what he’s looking for, me even thinking about it makes me sound delusional.” You laugh. “I understand age is just a number, but I’ve barely dated.”
“Ok not slightly delusional, if he brought Timothee Chalamet in for you to check out your acting, he must have something on for you.”
“Maybe, maybe not. But I’ll say, in class and everytime I see him, he stares at me like a hungry man. I don’t mind. I'd have him look at me anyday, he boosts my confidence.” You reply honestly.
“Fuck I’d do the same for real.” She laughs. “If anything happens between you 2, you have to tell me it’ll fill my lonely love life, and I promise you I would never tell a soul. I bet his dick is fucking huge.”
“Laylah!” You laugh nudging her away.
“I’m saying the facts.”
She was, god you wondered, what the hell that man could do to a woman in bed. He’s Jesus in the flesh. You shuddered, what could he do to you?
“RIght now I don’t want to try anything too extravagant but I’ll try to give it some push and shove, see where it takes me who knows.” You lay on the couch in the common area.
Layla takes a second to think “I’m proud of you, you know. Ever since we’ve been here, we’ve both been happier, but this is the happiest I’ve seen you since I’ve met you.” She praises. “It’s been good for the both of us, you getting that job, you meeting Timothee, you getting frisky with Mr. Morales.” She goes on.
“Ok no getting frisky, that’s funny but thank you Laylah, you mean the world to me, you are the reason why I’m here and alive and still standing, and I’m fucking proud of you, I can’t belive you got Head of Makeup, do you understand how huge that it?”
Laylah had applied and sent in her application a couple weeks ago and she just found out today that she made it.
“I love you more than life.” She hugs you and you both tear up. “Getting Head of Makeup has made my semester, this’ll be amazing to put on my resume, the people I can fucking meet for working on Broaday.” She goes on. “I get to be the person who throws blood at Lady Mac and Mac.”
“Oh shit that’s dope as fuck L! Audition stuff was posted recently with all the monologues, but I don’t know which one to pick.” You say, scrolling through the material.
“Oh bitch, you do the iconic Lady M monologue, if you can master that scream and you read enough on Shakespeare, you could master your audition in no time. You need to go batshit in that audition” She reassures you.
“Want to do that now?” You ask.
“Oh hell yeah, I can practice my makeup on you and you practice that monologue, we’ll be ready for our auditions in no time. I took a class on Shakespeare, so I can help with your pacing if you want, Lady M is pretty fucking hard.”
You think on it, “Laylah, what if Mr. Morales is there for the audition? What if I mess up in front of him? What if he just views me as an object like any regular man?” You worry.
“See that’s the thing, he’s a man, what do you have to worry about?”
“Messing up everything for what could’ve been.” You look down.
“Then he’d be an asshole for everything and you would never have to be around him unless it was for a professional school reason.” She says.
“Ok we practice and we don’t worry about any stupid men.” You smile.
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You were in your set building class. Your time to shine in front of Mr. Morales.
Now that you think about it, you’ve never had a full conversion with him, today that was going to change.
You wore a low waist long skirt with a white lacy tank top, paired with gold jewelry that complimented your skin. Today was about your comfort, but for Frankies eye.
You wanted his stare, you wanted him to look at your tattoos and have him imagine his golden skin all over your body. Tracing the people dancing on your hips, the lyrics, the sun on your chest. You physically craved him, his soft big fingers caressing your chest and kissing him so hard you couldn’t breathe. This crush was overtaking you.
It felt so wrong, but you couldn’t handle how you felt about him. He made you feel alive.
Today, he had your class start the building process for Macbeth, going over the different rooms, the lighting of the stage, the sound of it all. You were intrigued, it took your mind off of the acting process. You were starting to drill into wood to start on a plac for the half castle and you needed help. You were shaking trying to use the drill and you kept splitting wood.
Everyone could hear you grunting over the light music you were playing and you were outwardly pissed off.
You could get this done on your own, but damn was it fucking harder than you thought.
“Here let me help you.”
It was Mr. Morales, he’s been watching you this whole time.
“You get frustrated easily, I get it. Wood can be annoying, watch how I angle the drill.”
And by the tone of his voice, it was soft and not rough like a mansplainer, it was tranquil and could lull you to sleep. How he angles the drill huh?
He crouched down to your level and placed his hands on top of yours to apply pressure onto the wood. His hands were so big, then covered yours and them some.
Holy shit.
The vibration of the wood, his hands on top of yours and his cologne wafting into your nose almost made you faint. You were melting into him, and he knew it. You could immediately look into his eyes and move your face to kiss him, but people were there, watching you.
“There, see just the right amount of pressure and the screw will go in without splitting the wood.” He says.
“Thank you, if you didn’t do that I probably would’ve waisted 100$ more for wood.” You say to him as he stands up.
He holds his hand out for you, you take it and feel a pulse in your heart.
“Walk with me to get more wood.” He says that as a statement, not a question.
You follow him, quiet with butterflies.
“How was it at UNCSA?” He asks.
“It was fine, quiet mostly. I had grown up in Raleigh, so it made sense to go there. Pretty cheap for a decent art school in the country.” You give no more, no less.
“How were the professors?”
“Not too bad, the classes were easy, but I sometimes felt like I wasn’t challenged enough, that’s why I decided to spend my last year here. I figured if I got in I could push myself further than anywhere in North Carolina.” You explain.
You followed him into the wood shop, him handing you different pieces to carry, and waiting a second to finish your conversation. He was faced toward you now, setting down all his stuff leaning toward you.
“I worked on some projects in Raleigh, it’s pretty for what it's worth, better than Charlotte, its up and coming for film I’ve heard.”
“It’s a pretty lonely area though, the only thing you can do is drive to the beach or the mountains, walk around the 5 shops downtown or rot away at the lakes. Growing up there was simple, but boring. It’s better in the summer”
“I understand I grew up here, but I went back and forth from Spain sometimes.” He adds. “I kinda wished for a quieter childhood, but you want what you can’t have I guess.”
His pupils were so wide and dark, his Disneyland eyes were engulfing you. You couldn’t describe this feeling. Being alone with him and talking to him made you feel good.
“Wanting what you can’t have can make you go lengths you never imagined I think. It can change the chemistry in your brain, it can change relationships with the people you love, and it can make people think of you differently.” You say.
He looks at you and he takes a step toward you.
You breathe in. Is he going to kiss you? Was this conversation you were having to confirm both of your suspicions?
“Mr Morales? Do you know where the batteries are for the drills? They all are dying?” A kid in your class walks in and asks.
The moment was immediately killed, he stepped back, but your feeling was confirmed. You were about to kiss, but it gave you more time to think before you advanced anymore.
This made you feel like you were a freshman in highschool, waiting to see if the football player liked you back.
“Yeah Justin they’re in that back compartment I’ll follow you back in a second.” He calls back.
He turns toward you, “I suppose you’re auditioning for Lady Mac? You could stay back after class and I could critique what you have so far.”
He runs his hands through his hair and he’s making it sound like a statement then a question, there’s no working with this man. But there's no need, that’s more alone time with him. He’s raking you up and down and you could fucking pounce on him, crash your lips on his. But that would have to wait until you're secretly alone.
“I would like that, thank you Sir.”
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Sir, you fucking said sir. That made his ears tingle.
That made him not able to focus for the rest of class. He couldn’t build anything, Frankie had to tell all of his students the last 10 minutes they could do anything they pleased. He needed a moment to himself.
He was in the bathroom fucking his hand. Imagining you in there with him. Pulling down that flowy skirt of yours and getting on his knees to eat you out until you pulled his hair out. Did you wear that for him today? Did you put glitter all over your body just to attract his eyes? Did you want him to stare at how perfect you were? How the ink on your skin made you look like a goddess. He couldn't stand not being able to touch you.
The past couple weeks have been the worst for him. Ever since you showed up, he’s tried so hard to stay away from you, but every time he’s failed. He knew when you were in the same room with him. He knew your voice, her knew your fucking smell. Helping you with the drilling confirmed you smelled like sweet peonies. Your hands were so soft with his. He had to leave immediately for the bathroom after touching you. You have utterly ruined him.
But he has to realize who you are, and who he is. He can’t have you no matter how hard he defies himself. In the end he knows he will come back to his senses and leave you alone, but will that actually happen?
And the more he thinks about you, how soft your body would be against his, hot liquid is seeping out of his cock. He goes faster thinking about you on top of him, your hands on his chest, riding him until your eyes shut with ecstasy.
He thought of your tits in his hands, and he could pinch them and suck on the spot that would make you moan for his cock.
“Yeah that's right pretty girl, be loud for me. Tell me how I make you feel.”
Even if it was all in his head, he was cumming again a second time and he saw white flashes in his head. This has been the 5th day of having to release himself at the thought of you. In his home, in the university's staff bathroom. He thought about fucking you everywhere in this city, private or not, he wanted this city to hear the sweet moans that you could make, praise you in front of everyone. He would torture just to be with you.
He looks down at his watch and class is over.
Shit, he said after class you and him could go back onto the stage and he would critique your monologue.
He walks in, “Sorry I left, I had to go get some coffee, tonight will be a long night.” It’ll just be a long night for him thinking about you in his lonely house.
“I’d kill for an espresso right now, this is the time during the day I start to feel drowsy.” You laugh.
His mind won't stop racing thinking of how perfect you look, how easily he could take you backstage and kiss you. Play hooky for a week and run away together. You have to feel something for him, he thought.
In the woodshop you both were so close to touching lips before you were interrupted that can’t be a coincidence.
Ah, she's an actual coffee drinker. He took note.
“Ok I guess, just perform your monologue and I’ll sit here. Would you like me to critique you as you go?” He asks.
“That’s good, that’ll help me know what I’m doing wrong and I can immediately fix it for now.” She replies.
He sees your hands shaking, “You're nervous. There's nothing to be nervous about, it’s just me.” He tries to give you a reassuring smile, but you being nervous made him nervous. He would feel whatever you felt.
“Yes it’s just you, and only you.” You glare at him.
You were going to be the death of him. Don’t say that if you don’t mean it.
“Yet here’s a spot. Out damned spot: out I say.” You scream. You’re shaking your hands, pretending that there is King Duncan's blood on your hands.
You immediately snap into character, that’s what is true dedication. This is a practice run in front of him and you’re still doing it as a professional.
“One: two. Why then ‘tis time do’t. Hell is murky. Fie, my lord, fie, a soldier and afeared? What we need to fear? Who knows it when none can call our power to account? Yet who would have though the old man to have had so much blood in him?”
You’re making yourself shake and shrivel as Lady Macbeth would do, you looked helpless and the life taken from your eyes.
You know how to capture the audience's eye, you know how to subside your nerves, you already know your character like she has been with you before. He was in awe watching you act on that stage.
“Here’s the smell of blood still. All the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand.” After that delivery of line, you drop to the floor holding your chest and scream as loud as your body could handle.
Why were you holding back in front of him?
“To bed, to bed: there’s knocking at the gate. Come, come, come, come, give me your hand. What's done, cannot be undone. To bed, to bed, to bed.” Your mascara was ruined and your hands were pruny from sweating. You kept rubbing your hands with her last paragraph, trying to put emphasis on Lady Mac almost killing herself. Frankie watching you made you cry more, your body's response to being so scared.
“You didn’t give me any critiquing.” You say after finishing.
“You were holding back.” He says.
“How do you know?” You ask.
“I’ve seen you act, you wouldn't pull this.” He shot back.
“Well probably because I’m fucking nervous, Frankie. why would you care?” You glare at him, as his facial expression stays the same. You used his first name because this doesn’t feel related to him helping you with your monologue at all. This feels like you both are holding back.
Good, you were honest about him making you feel nervous.
“I care because you shouldn’t have to feel like you need to hold back in front of me.” He walks up close to you, your noses are about to touch. He was towering over you. You were hunching down trying to take in his face. “I care because I want you to be real with me, even when you’re on stage giving a performance. I want you to show me what you can actually do, not what you can do for everyone else.”
“But you’re the one who's my teacher.” You look up to him, it's breaking your heart. You can’t tell if he’s mad or being sincere. The look on his face made you want to wrap your hands around his face and bring his forehead to yours, becoming one. You both knew this was wrong, that's the obvious, but now was the chance to kiss.
“I know, but that’s why-” You don’t let him finish, and you pull out from his look. Walking off the stage and trying to let go of the almost kiss that never happened. If he was going to say no to you, you wouldn’t have been there to hear it.
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He was going to ask you to go get a coffee. Talk about what you two were to each other. But now he’ll sulk in his apartment and call up the boys.
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au- i feel like this was rushed because i want to expand on frankie’s character more and his life and his relationships with the boys and how he views the reader and UGGHH so much to write and so much to plan! but it’ll all be planned and written with my crumpled thoughts into one :)
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theselfshippingrose · 7 months
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pet-names with my main f/o’s !
Because I was bored one day i’m going to do a little something something,,,
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Hantengu doesn’t use pet names often. They’re just not his thing. The most he’ll be using is ‘love’ or ‘husband’. He just likes using my name, it’s simple.
The exact opposite. My S/I will be using pet names for him, and will be doing so often. The most common ones are ‘my moon’ or ‘Tengu’. They’re cute, and they make hantengu flustered. How could he not use them?
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Of course Karaku would use pet-names. He uses ones like ‘sweetheart’ or ‘cutie’. In that voice of his, they make me go red.
No different. Pet names are used like hantengu, though sadly there is no getting him flustered. (Pensive hours). ‘Sunshine’ is the one most used for him, as well as ‘darling’.
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Sekido doesn’t. Period. There’s no way to really convince him to do so. He finds them stupid, and doesn’t want to use them.
Again, they’re used. Though less often, getting sekido angry is the last thing both me and you probably want. I’d rather have my heart kept safely in my chest than seeing it beat. Ones most used are ‘thunderstorm’ and ‘dear’.
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Aizetsu doesn’t use them often, he does use them sometimes. They aren’t anything special, just something cute like ‘Sunshine’ or ‘love’.
Like hantengu, they can make Aizetsu flustered if used in the right situation. His face gets all red and he tries to cover it up. The ones that are most used is ‘Rain cloud’ and ‘darling’
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Urogi uses them. A lot, every time he sees me actually. He will be using them, there’s no doubt about it. The one times he’ll use my name will be in serious situations which is not often.
he also keeps calling me hubby. Please help he won’t sto
Like everyone else, Urogi is no different. Pet names are used, they make Urogi feel more happier than he already is. Ones used most often are ‘dove’ and ‘babybird’
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Urami, similar to Sekido. Doesn’t use pet names. Ever, it’ll take hard convincing to actually get him to use them.
Again, similar to Sekido, I don’t use pet names for him often. This man is can crush me in less than a second. He could just HUG me a bit too hard and my ribs are crushed. Angering him is not something I want to do, but when I do use pet names. They’re simple, like ‘cloudy day’ or ‘honey’
BONUS
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You aren’t going to call your parent by a pet name I just don’t think that’s something you do. Zohakuten just usually calls me ‘papa’, or by my name.
It’s not too special. ‘My star’ is the most often used pet name. Though that’s rare, I just use zohakuten’s name most of the time.
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ladytauria · 2 days
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find the word tag
tagged by @paprikadotmp4 thank you so much <333
my words are cold, wonder, wrist, and try!
cold -> jaytalia, trans!jay + public sex
Finally, her hand moves. It slips from him, leaving him cold where she had touched. He can’t find it in himself to complain, though, when her fingers finally pull the back of his long, open skirt up, to tuck it out of the way.
It leaves him bare. Exposed. Talia had instructed him to forgo underwear this morning. Anyone behind him has the perfect view of bottom half. He’s already wet; his folds glistening between his thighs. His arousal has been building for the entire meeting—since this morning, actually, when Talia got him ready for the day.
She’d started with his collar. There were other, subtler was that Jason wore his submission to her, with the collar coming out only when they were alone, or on special occasions. The click of it settling around his throat had been the first thing to stir him.
The second had been the plug she’d held up.
It’s your favorite color, pet, Talia had said, a sly smile on her mouth as she worked it into him. I expect a proper thank you.
wonder -> jason-centric, jason & personal gratification over the years
Thing is… lately, Jason’s been curious. About… about what it might feel like. If he were to—take care of it more…. traditionally.
It’s not that he’s never wondered before, mind. It’s just… everything else—the same, the fear, the anxiety, the… almost disgust—had always eclipsed his curiosity.
Tonight is different.
Tonight… Jason feels like maybe… Maybe he could.
And luckily, it seems like things have aligned to ensure that he has the time and space as well. He doesn’t patrol tonight. His homework is finished. Alfred is down in the cave, running comms for Bruce, Babs, and Dick. He, for all intents and purposes, has the Manor to himself until patrol ends.
Jason still locks his door. It’s… weird. He hasn’t bothered locking his door in… a while. But… he doesn’t want to be caught with his pants down.
Literally.
Jason dawdles a few extra minutes, making sure he’s got everything he needs. Towel? Check. Lube? Check. Books, just in case this goes bad and he needs a distraction? Check. He takes a deep breath.
Holds it.
Exhales.
It’ll be fine. People do this all the time.
wrist -> jaysteph meet cute, written for a prompt!
It won’t hurt to treat herself, would it? Sure would make her a lot happier than her textbooks have recently.
Tim doesn’t show up again until she’s leaving the store, a bag dangling from her fingertips. He spots it immediately, tilting his head. “I didn’t know you were buying lingerie today.”
“The store doesn’t just sell lingerie, Tim,” Steph sniffs. “Maybe I bought sweats.”
“You called them overpriced and tacky the other day,” Tim says flatly.
“A woman is allowed to change her mind,” she says. Tim’s face remains unmoved. “Where were you, anyway?” she asks, knocking him in the shoulder. “I turned around to talk to you, and you were just gone!”
He winces, rubbing his arm. “Ah… Got distracted texting the group chat and ended up following the wrong purple shirt?”
Steph snorts. “Of course you did. I swear I’m gonna get one of those wrist leashes. For you and Cass.” She tosses her hair again, half-wishing she’d worn it up today instead. “Now, you promised me a giant pretzel, and I intend to collect!”
She can tell him about Jason while they eat.
try -> jaytim, aob mating run
If Tim is out here, though… the door might be unlocked. If Jason can get inside, he might be able to lock himself in a room where Tim can’t get to him.
His best plan? No.
But it’s a better plan than running himself ragged throughout the city, until Tim just takes him wherever he drops.
His cunt tightens at the thought. No, fuck, that’s not hot! That’s mortifying.
His body isn’t listening, though. Instead, he feels slick soak into his underwear and shame makes his cheeks flood with heat. He ignores it—and that Tim can probably smell it, fuck. 
Jason risks a few precious seconds to try the front door, and thanks a god he’s not sure he still believes in when it’s unlocked. He wrenches it open, and then throws it shut behind him, dashing toward the stairs.
All he needs is one room with a locking door. Just one.
Tim’s study, that’s a safe bet.
no pressure tagging... @zeroducks-2 ; @ragnarokhound ; @anawrites3 ; @n1ightw1ng ; & @disniq <33
and i give you: warm, dark, shiver, and hand!
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medicus-mortem · 3 months
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ikkaku-of-heart: @ikkaku-of-heart
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"Those rumors are bullshit because that would require you to actually eat breakfast,” Ikkaku countered without hesitation. Her sass had been coming out more in the past few weeks after that reassuring talk she and Law had had under the stars. She was definitely willing and able to point out the bad habits he had that he would have instantly scolded the crew over, like not getting proper nutrition.  Still, his assurance that he wouldn’t make her eat a human heart or anything allowed her to relax just a little bit. Not entirely, though. She absolutely believed that he still had something up his sleeve. She just hoped it wouldn’t be anything disgusting. She already felt gross enough, having to play her part as “one of the guys” and not getting to wash her hair properly or use flowery soap.  It was a small price to pay for acceptance, though. It hadn’t been easy, sacrificing all of her more feminine habits, but it would help her fit in. Help her maintain some respect. She was slowly gaining it from her shipmates. Law had shown he accepted her before she’d even stepped onto the ship by destroying the Arkham doctors statue. She and Bepo had overcome their initially rocky first meeting. Penguin had been welcoming and taken her under his wing to help her find her way around the winding corridors of the submarine. Darter’s weirdness could be off-putting but he was genuinely friendly. And Crozier had even been learning how to play a few songs from Joras on the guitar to make her feel less homesick. The only one she felt unwelcomed by was Shachi. His sharp-toothed smile always seemed more hostile than friendly when he’d tease her about what hazing rituals Law was sure to put her through. Penguin had told him off a few times for it, but he’d also warned her that Shachi’s behavior was due to the Bepo incident. So clearly, she’d fucked up, and Ikkaku hoped that whatever this third part of her initiation was, it would be enough to earn her the forgiveness and acceptance from the Man-at-Arms. She’d let Law terrify her a thousand times a day and Darter cut off all of her toes if it meant the crew accepted her.  “Could you at least give me a hint?” she asked Law, feeling nervous. “Like, will I have to bathe in blood? That shit takes forever to get out of my hair. Or...well, Shachi also implied I’d have to fight everyone in hand-to-hand combat at once. Or that I’m not officially part of the crew until you’ve given me an anatomy lesson with my own organs. He...says a lot of things on what it’ll take to make me a Heart.” Realizing she sounded like she was tattling on a senior officer, Ikkaku forced a laugh and a grin. “That’s probably just him making sure I’m ready for anything, though! So, nevermind that hint thing. Don’t wanna spoil the surprise!”
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   “Careful now,” Law says, giving Ikkaku a small smile even as he flinches a little at the truth in her snark. “Pointin’ out my bad eating habits could be considered insubordination.”
   It’s clear in his tone that he isn’t serious. He’s accustomed to his crew pointing out his shitty self-care. Sometimes he takes it in good humour, sometimes he doesn’t. Depends on his mood. Right now, he’s in a relatively good one. Made all the better as he watches Ikkaku get more and more integrated with the crew. Her reaction to Bepo made things rocky but he gets it, given her grandfather’s experiences and what she’s grown up with. The two seemed to have moved past that though and Bepo seems to really like her. He’s happier and not withdrawn like he was with that other racist engineer. Law won’t ever forgive himself for that, even if the asshole has long been eaten alive by sea birds.
   Ikkaku is opening up more. Seemingly less awkward and becoming more comfortable, but Law has decided to learn from his mistakes and pay more attention to his crew. In this case that means watching closer to see how his new engineer is getting on with the crew and watching her own emotional state, as much as someone like him can. Law has noted she doesn’t seem perfectly comfortable. He hasn’t pinpointed what it is yet but something isn’t genuine here. Like, Ikkaku needs to hold back something about herself. Law understands that, his whole deal is secrets and keeping people at arm’s length, but he doesn’t want that for his crew, his family, and Ikkaku is now part of that.
   She continues, sounding nervous as she asks for a hint. She almost sounds afraid. Law quickly grimaces at the suggestion that he makes her bathe in blood. A protest is almost out of his lips but Ikkaku keeps going and her words give him pause. Shachi has always been a prankster and trouble maker but these suggestions sound uncharacteristically cruel. Like he’s trying to scare her or intimidate her off the ship. Law’s eyes narrow, his jaw tightening. Head lowers, shadowing his eyes from view as he thinks on this revelation. Is Shachi bullying Ikkaku because of her reaction to Bepo? Seems like this captain might need to have a little chat with his Man-At-Arms. Get him to get his head out of his own ass for a bit.
   “Don’t listen to Shachi,” Law says, standing straighter as some determination settles in. “He’s a dick head. We do have a fighting tournament every now and again to keep our skills sharp but I wouldn’t make you take on everyone at once, not unless I think you could handle it. Bathing in blood would be fucking disgusting and so damn unhygienic. Not happenin’, ever. The anatomy lesson only applies to anyone joinin’ my medical team. So, not a you thing.
   “Now,” he continues, frowning at Ikkaku. “Since you mentioned your hair. It’s looking a bit greasy. Don’t know much about curls but pretty sure that much engine grease in any hair isn’t good for it.” Was that rude? Maybe, but given Ikkaku’s reaction to the idea of blood in her hair Law suspects this level of dishevelment in those curls isn’t normal. Maybe Shachi’s bullshit and Ikkaku’s nerves are affecting her own self-care habits.
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marvelmaniac715 · 1 year
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I just had some teeth removed so I’m exhausted, but I wanted to write a Chucky fanfic, so here we are :). It’s part thirteen of my Chucky transfers his soul into a human at the end of Seed au and it’s (fittingly) about teeth. Standard disclaimer for all fics in this au, until the twins are fourteen they’ll be referred to by he/him (Glen) and she/her (Glenda). In this fic, the twins are about five or six and are losing their first teeth.
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The parenting books had said that this was a special time, a painful time even. Chucky and Tiffany had tried to learn the best ways to comfort and be there for their children when they lost their first teeth. Glen lost a tooth first, and it was pretty much standard procedure. He wiggled it a bit, and a few minutes later a single white tooth was sitting on top of his thumb. He cried a little at the amount of blood, but after Chucky told him that he looked like a soldier he was happy. He was even happier the next day when he found $5 under his pillow from the tooth fairy. But nothing prepared them for Glenda.
It all started when Robert Smith lost a tooth. Glenda was a little bit envious, but she was fine. Then it was Louise Wall, then Sammy Jones. Before they knew it, every other child had lost a tooth. Every child that is, except Glenda. And oh boy, that girl was competitive.
The first time Chucky and Tiffany walked past the bathroom and saw their daughter standing in front of the mirror trying to poke at all of her teeth, they shuddered. The next few weeks were going to be absolute hell.
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Glenda’s second attempt to get a tooth to come out was repeatedly biting into apples. This wouldn’t have been much of a problem, all kids should eat healthy, right? The only downside was that Tiffany had arranged a family photoshoot at an orchard. She turned her back for just ten minutes to talk to the photographer and when she came back… every single one of the apples was gone. Glenda wasn’t even sorry. Chucky probably didn’t help the situation by laughing. 
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Chucky walked down the hallway, humming under his breath. Today had been a good day, and the twins had been surprisingly quiet. That probably wasn’t a good sign, but he’d take the peace whilst he still could. Unfortunately, the quiet was shattered by the sound of Glenda and Glen shouting.
“Just do it Glen!”
“No, I don’t want to! How do you even know it’ll work?”
“It worked in the cartoon, just do it!”
There was a slam, then a crash. Then a scream.
“Ow! Mommy! Daddy! It hurts!”
The twins had tied one end of thread to Glenda’s tooth and the other end to a door handle. The only miscalculation in their plan was that a lot of the thread was tangled around Glenda’s feet. She tripped over it, face first onto the marble flooring. A split lip and a bruised eye. That was a fun trip to the hospital.
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Normally (unlike Glen who was as good as gold) Glenda had to be bribed to go to the dentist. But today, she seemed surprisingly excited. She had a big grin on her face the whole way there, and she didn’t complain once. It seemed too good to be true… and it was. When the dentist asked if she had any questions at the end, Glenda beamed angelically and asked:
“Can you make my teeth fall out?”
Oh no.
“I’m sorry Glenda, but they have to fall out on their own. Of course, I could pull them out, but you don’t need that so I’m not going to-‘
Glenda threw a fit so bad that Tiffany had to find a new dentist. That poor man, even after years of therapy he never got over it.
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At first it seemed like their troubles were over. Glenda proudly presented her parents with a tooth that she claimed had ‘fallen out’, and both Chucky and Tiffany were thrilled. But then Chucky noticed something. After carefully counting all of Glenda’s teeth and deducing that this tooth was not in fact Glenda’s, they made her tell the truth.
“Suzy Beech already lost one, and she looked kinda gap-toothed, I was just helping her out!”
Glenda had… ripped a tooth from another child’s mouth. That was a lot to process. Chucky and Tiffany used to be serial killers, and even they found that messed up. What could they even do in this situation? Should they return the tooth to the child? Throw it in the trash? There was no viable option. Eventually, they just let Glenda put it under her pillow. But unlike Glen, she only received  $2 and a strongly worded letter from ‘the tooth fairy’ about her actions having consequences.
That plan worked for about two minutes. Glenda recognised her father’s handwriting and somehow Chucky ended up forking over $3 so that her total would match her brother’s. He would have said no, but… Glenda was scary.
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It finally happened. Glenda had been fighting some boy over a My Little Pony toy, and a tooth came out. In the ensuing brawl, Glenda knocked three of the boy’s teeth out, cackling just like her father. When Chucky saw what she had done, he knew that he should be admonishing her, but instead, he lifted his daughter onto his shoulders and proudly said:
“That’s my girl! This is why you’re my favourite!”
Glen (who had just came up to them) looked crestfallen. His bottom lip wobbled. 
“W-what?”
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So I accidentally deleted my account so I’m reposting this :)
Why Mischa Bachinnski is such a tragic character
He has nothing to be brought back to life for
I was thinking about how Mischa didn’t even want to be in the choir in the first place. He just had to be there as a punishment. He ended up dying because he stole some wine for his cousin, as a gift. (One of) The songs mischa sings is all about how he wants to be brought back to like for talia. And talia, most likely, doesn’t actually exist. Even if she does, it’ll probably take a really long time before Mischa actually has enough money to go visit her. Mischa’s life also seemed like it sucked in general, he was neglected by his adoptive parents, had to leave his home and mother that he loved And most likely didn’t enjoy school. If you think about it, Mischa basically has nothing, at this point, to want to be brought back for. His afterlife is already much happier than his actual life because he has this group of friends, the choir, that act as his family.
He was poor before he came to Canada
The first solo song Mischa performs called “this song is awesome” is a rap about how great his life is and that he's a baller ect, ect. The thing is, everything he raps about are just normal things for a middle class family to have.
For example: “THE PLAYSTATION'S UP ON MY 60-INCH SCREEN”
A 60” screen is a pretty average size for a tv
“SPARKLING ALL OVER MY STAINLESS STEEL APPLIANCES”
In this day in age, many people own Stainless steel appliances
“CRUISE INTO THE LOT OF THE HARD ROCK CAFE”
The Hard Rock Cafe definitely isn’t usually a place for rich people or fit Mischa’s new-money rapper vibe.
“I'M ROLLING IN MY CIVVIE” (civvie being a Honda Civic)
Honda civics are not very expensive cars.
Mischa talks about all this stuff like it’s bougie and expensive, when in reality, they’re just normal things that most people own. When he was living in the Ukraine, Mischa’s family probably didn’t have much money, considering his whole family was just him and his mother, and his mom was a custodian, a job that doesn’t often make much money. When Mischa moved to Canada, he saw all this stuff that he never had at home before and assumed it was really nice stuff.
His home life
When Mischa was about 16 (assumedly) he had to be sent to Canada because his mother was dying. He was already going through a lot because of this, and the fact that he probably had no way of contacting his mother. So he doesn't even know if she's currently dead or not. When he arrived at his new home, his new parents forced him into the basement, not to come out unless his mother would start sobbing. Of course, his parents might be going through some problems of their own, but they treat Mischa like he’s some sort of monster, like he's the source of all of their problems. Mischa states before performing “this song is awesome” that he was saving up to move back to ukraine. Now, I can only assume that Misha's parents don't give him any money. Evident by the fact that, as karnak says “whenever his mother saw him, she would weep” and that he had to steal communion wine, instead of buying it, for his cousin.
How he’s changed since moving
Now, you might be thinking “you don't know what mischa was like before he moved” but on the contrary, there is some evidence towards it. Because Mischa was so mistreated by his parents, Mischa gets so flooded with anger and disdain for the world. Even though mischa does say that the only feelings ukrainian men have are “rage and passion” my first thought after rewatching mischas intro was, he wasn't always like this. Karnak clearly states that he becomes known as the angriest boy in town after he turns to “self aggrandizing hip-hop”. Throughout the show, mostly in Talia, we can see Mischa start to act a little more passionately and less angry. For example, before he performs Talia, he has a monologue about his fiance, in one part of said monologue he says “let rivers run wild, or let them be damned”. Mischa is a poet, in the right scenario, he is. Mischa is so passionate about Talia, that even without exact proof that she actually exists, he is willing to save up all his money to go be with her.
Sorry for the big blocks of text, this is incredibly ranty
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This was going to have a more formal introduction involving a drawing of the deceased cats that explained things, but yer man here is already exhausted so it'll come later.
Welcome to my Clan Gen challenge, in which I play the Warriors fan-game Clan Gen (which can be downloaded here) and draw my clan once every in-game year to see how the clan and its cats has changed over the course of its story. Clan Gen is a life sim, in which you have control over a clan of cats and help them survive against the whims of RNG every moon. The actual in-game cats don't have much in terms of personality and relationships so a lot of what I've written down for them is original. If you've played the game, you'd probably know that lol
So this is Strike, a clowder of cats named after the striking of waves. The founding members were sent dreams of a shooting star that leads them to their new home in the form of an old shipwreck.
The clowder had a trio of co-leaders in the very beginning; Coatidance, Fumblefreckle, and Kestrelwhisper. My game follows my fanclans' terms rather than the canon ones, so their afterlife is the Glory Star rather than StarClan and so on.
Fumblefreckle | male | 135 moons old | shameless / excellent mediator Fumblefreckle co-founded Strike with his friend, Coatidance; and his mate, Kestrelwhisper. However, Coatidance died not long after the group began to settle around an old shipwreck. She became the group’s spiritual guide, leading any future dead to the afterlife. Fumblefreckle was heartbroken, but things only became worse when Kestrelwhisper wandered off in the middle of the night and was found dead the next day. His death wasn’t seen as suspicious, as the clan’s herbalist supposed he had simply died of old age. Before Kestrelwhisper’s passing, Fumblefreckle was a much happier and bright cat but now has become rather distant. He tries to distract himself by keeping himself busy via mentoring, but hasn’t worked great. His age may also be causing him to make some. . .recent questionable choices with the recent apprentices. He sees Gravelspeck and Suncrawl almost like daughters he and Kestrelwhisper never had. He has mentored Cloudlight and Tawnyripple, and is currently the mentor of Shrubpaw. Bluesplash | female | 74 moons old | ambitious / great speaker The clan’s one and only herbalist. She is Cloudlight and Suncrawl’s mother, but she has always been more interested in healing over her kits. Despite this, she does get along with her daughter and the young warrior Snipleap. She has a small mutual crush on Randy, and also thinks Gravelspeck is cute. She is a little worried about the clan’s future as she hasn’t any any sign about obtaining an apprentice yet and Fumblefreckle still refuses to assign a co-leader moons after Kestrelwhisper’s death. Randy | male | 109 moons | bloodthirsty / good speaker Originally a kittypet, Randy wandered the Man village for most of his life and surprisingly keeps a good amount of friends. One of these friends, a fellow kittypet named Sprout, vanished one day and Randy went out to search for him. After asking around for while, he found out that Sprout had been seen with the new clan. Randy made his way there and found Sprout–now Halfsprout–, who was more than happy to see him. As they talked, neither of them noticed a fox was stalking them until it attacked. Halfsprout was fine, but Randy was left with a mangled tail. Halfsprout rushed him to Bluesplash, who sadly had to remove some of his tail. As he recovered, Randy realised that his age was quickly catching up to him and decided to stay in the clan. He also grew attached to Bluesplash while he was stuck in the medicine den. Once he recovered, Fumblefreckle offered to give him an apprentice which he accepted. He is the mentor of Scorchpaw.
Gravelspeck | female | 83 moons old | strange / good speaker A lady who couldn’t catch a break for most of this year, despite the nice beginning. She spent a lovely night with her best friend (and crush), Brownstripe–then watched a clanmate, the young Clayfeather, fall into an icy river and drown while out on patrol in the same moon. Then she lost Brownstripe the next moon while out on patrol when he became trapped in a Man-trap and was taken away. Gravelspeck believed that she was cursed and refused to go out on group patrols, fearing that something horrible would happen. She had been given Brownstripe’s apprentice, Snippaw–and they bonded over their shared loss. Thankfully, Brownstripe returned two moons later and is slowly able to convince Gravelspeck to patrol with him. There, he eventually confessed his feelings and they happily became mates. When a loner, overwhelmed with caring for their kits, asked the clan to take the kits in–Gravelspeck was quick to take them in. She is Snipleap’s former mentor.
Halfsprout | male | 66 moons | careful / good teacher Originally named Sprout, he lived happily with his owners in the nearby Man village. He kept mostly to himself, but he was good friends with the wandering Randy. However, Sprout has a weak immune system so he has spent a lot of time sick. This caused his owners too much time and energy, so when he fell sick with whitecough again–his owners decided to abandon him. He was left on the side of the road to fend for himself. Sprout chased after his owners’ dragon, screaming and catching the attention of a Strike patrol. He was accepted into the clan, but he still deeply misses his owners. He hasn’t done much other than attract Randy to the clan and fall ill a few more times.
Brownstripe | male | 55 moons old | calm / fantastic hunter While he is a great hunter, Brownstripe is otherwise a rather ordinary tom. He was captured and taken away in a Man-trap early in the year, but was released after being neutered. Before being taken, he had Snippaw as his apprentice and they didn’t get along well, as Snippaw loved to make fun of him and was generally disrespectful. He is very grateful to Gravelspeck for finishing Snippaw’s training in his absence. Speaking of Gravelspeck, he simply adores her. He had hoped they’d have kits together, so he was very frustrated when he realized he could not sire anymore. His frustration became worse when Gravelspeck very openly decided to take in the loner’s kits. Fumblefreckle saw this, so he appointed Lightpaw to him in hopes of bringing Brownstripe closer to his kits. He is the former mentor to Snipleap, and is currently Lightpaw’s mentor.
Suncrawl | female | 20 moons | loving / good hunter The clan’s (literal) golden warrior. She grew up alongside her brother Cloudlight, and Snipleap as the clan’s first apprentices. She was apprenticed under Kestrelwhisper, and spent a lot of her time with him and Fumblefreckle before the former’s passing. She reminds Fumblefreckle of Coatidance and spoils her. While both Cloudlight and Snipleap both deeply care about her, she doesn’t feel as strongly in return. In fact, she is rather shallow and entitled and likes her mother best. She objected to Tawnyripple getting an apprentice, as she thought that she or her mother were more capable.
Cloudlight | male | 20 moons | vengeful / good speaker Cloudlight is a grumpy young tom. He was mentored by Fumblefreckle, but he felt left out whenever his mentor spent time with Kestrelwhisper and Suncrawl. He loves his sister, but doesn’t understand why she seems to prefer their mother’s company when their mother hasn’t been the most affectionate towards them. As fresh warriors, he and his sister even chased a dog off clan territory together. Thankfully, he also has Snipleap and Tawnyripple as close friends. He stood up for Tawnyripple when the younger warrior was given an apprentice.
Snipleap | male | 18 moons old | righteous / great hunter Snipleap was more jovial when he was younger and always made fun of Brownstripe with Suncrawl. He would go to regret his actions when Brownstripe is taken by Man and sees how his new mentor, Gravelspeck, is effected by Brownstripe’s absence. He wished he had been given one of the new apprentices, but he stood up against Suncrawl and Bluesplash when they disagreed that Tawnyripple was capable of mentoring at such a young age. Tawnyripple | male | 13 moons old | fierce / great teacher Tawnyripple was the only kitten when the clan was founded, so he has spent most of life being babied by his clanmates. Fumblefreckle was his mentor when Kestrelwhisper died, so Tawnyripple spent a good chunk of his apprenticeship having to be trained by Cloudlight and Snipleap. In hopes of fixing his mistakes and helping Tawnyripple gain more respect with his clanmates, he gives the new warrior an apprentice; Deltapaw. This had the opposite reaction. Suncrawl and Bluesplash objected, but Snipleap and Cloudlight stood up for him. He is Deltapaw’s mentor. Lightpaw | female | 6 moons old | childish She, alongside her siblings, were born to a pair of loners. When they were 3 moons old, their father was struck down by a dragon while they were travelling for better hunting grounds. Their mother was quickly overwhelmed with caring for a full litter, so when she heard of Strike, she left them there. Lightpaw took her new home and family in her stride and quickly decided that she would someday become the next leader. She is highly competitive with her sister, Scorchpaw. Lightpaw is Brownstripe’s apprentice. Scorchpaw | female | 6 moons old | strange The strongest and rowdiest of her litter, Scorchpaw was close to her father before he died. She fell into a deep sadness in his passing, but has been processing her grief through competing against her sister, Lightpaw. Scorchpaw is Randy’s apprentice. Shrubpaw | female | 6 moons old | childish Shrubpaw was the most heartbroken when her mother left, and has become rather stand-offish towards her adopted parents. From what she’s seen of Fumblefreckle, she isn’t pleased that he chose himself to be her mentor. Shrubpaw is Fumblefreckle’s apprentice. Deltapaw | male | 6 moons old | strict Deltapaw believes himself to be the most mature out of his litter, but he very sorely misses his parents. He is trying to keep an aloof demeanour and pretends to not feel upset by Tawnyripple becoming his mentor. Deltapaw is Tawnyripple’s apprentice.
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This is more of an ultimate good end, what if PV manages to kill the radiance while they’re infected? Like after the Radiance makes their body collapse or whatever, but they still appear dead? The ultimate fighting from the inside.
I’m thinking the specific method was something like subtly void-poisoning the radiance in the dream realm over time, so it’ll take a few months/years to weaken Radiance enough for her to be killed
So the infection just slowly peters off and TPK has no idea why and is almost driving himself insane trying to figure it out. One day TPK goes to visit PV’s shrine, and PV is missing.
(PV had gotten up and left the shrine)
This is just another AU, oops, but it seemed happier and you get the other characters being distressed! And PV gets a chance at living!
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OH OH I LIKE THIS I LIKE THIS A LOT
My early infection au (which is now kinda turning into a load bearing au lmao) is what I'd probably consider the ULTIMATE good end bc they don't ever die in the first place, they just get seriously injured
BUT this is definitely an interesting idea!! Like PV waking up and suddenly their tiny baby sister is considerably less tiny, their father looks so ragged and worn down, and the palace has so few staff (bc a fair few of them were infected) AND I've not decided how quickly the Knights get killed off so. Some of them MIGHT be dead already,,
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