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zerobaseonefics · 1 year

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shutting them up with a kiss ㅡ haruto, jongwoo, matthew, junhyeon & gunwook

boys planet trainees x gn!reader

requested : their reactions to shutting them up with a kiss.

genre : fluff, a bit angsty on the haruto one

• haruto

haruto was on a survival show, boys planet. after the second elimination, they let the boys have some rest to go and see their family and friends. as his family in japan, you were the first person that came into his mind, so here he was, at your place. you were more than thrilled when you saw him, and after eating together, you ended up on your couch.

"so, how's it ?" you asked him, eager to know all the gossips and backstages of the show.

at first, he was mostly telling you funny anecdotes about what was happening there. then, he complained about the staff. little by little, things were getting a bit more serious, and haruto started to tell you about his true feelings.

"you know, i have fun there, even if it's stressful but... i worry about the image the editors are conveying to the star creators. i feel like they rarely give me screen time that showcase my hard work nor my talent, you know ? like, i'm only shown when i'm saying something funny."

you listened patiently to his concerns, showing him with small reactions that you were truely interested in what he was saying.

"this is not my first survival show. and i told my parents i'd go back to japan if i haven't debut after i graduated high school."

the worry on haruto's face was starting to be more visible. he was confortable enough with you to show you how he felf. you took his hand in yours, encouraging him to keep going. you knew he needed to get this off his chest.

"so, yeah. i'm kinda scared because my rank are not high enough, and they don't picture me as someone who is good enough to debut. i'm afraid the people who watch the show picture me as a comic relief more than anything and this show is my last chance so... you know, i'm starting to think maybe it was all a waste of time"

without a warning, you leaned in and planted a deep kiss on his lips. he was surprised at first, but then he found himself comforted by the gesture. now, the only thing that mattered was the feel of you next him, and now the warm of your embrace as you pulled him in your embrace.

when you broke apart, you didn't wait to encourage him.

"i don't think it was a waste of time to chase your dreams. you're surely more talented than what mnet shows on tv, but i'm pretty sure most of the star creators know that. this is a big show, so even if you don't end up debuting, you haven't lost. it's an opportunity and you gained lots of fans and support through it. you'll surely have debut plans proposed to you after it, because you are that talented. don't worry okay ? in my book, you're P01."

haruto felt the tears coming to his eyes, at first because of the stress, but when you started talking, it was the relief. he felt so much better after your words, and he simply hid his face in the crook of your neck.

"i don't know what i'd do without you."

• jongwoo

jongwoo and you had been dance rivals for years now. always pushing each other to do better in order to beat the other. you two were in the same dance crew for a while now, and you knew each others for years. because of that, you were constantly fighting to know who will be the leader of the crew, as you two were the best dancers.

this competition results in you guys always bickering and teasing each other, creating a tension between you two. but you still respected each other and admired your talent and work.

there was a dance competition coming soon, and your coach decided that in order to win, he had to send his best dancers, namely, jongwoo and you.

you complained so much about working with each other, and you guys struggled to create a choreography because you kept up fighting about what was better. but, at the end of the day, you always found a way of compromise.

the dance was a bit intimate. nothing too much, they were just moments were you had to touch each other and be close, portraying the relationship of two lovers. and there is where lies all the difficulty. for as long as he could remember, jongwoo always had a crush on you. it was a secret he never told to anybody. on the other hand, the feeling was mutual since recently. when you were practicing, your eyes couldn't help but find their way to jongwoo, admiring his dance skills. your feelings made it hard for the both of you to focus during the intimate parts, and you two covered your shyness with even more bickering.

there was this part of the dance where you were face to face, his hands on your waist while yours were making their ways to his shoulders. and jongwoo couldn't keep his chill whenever this part came up, firstly because he was too shy, but also because you were never doing correctly.

in fact, you never touched him fully, your hands only brushing lightly his skin. he never said anything about it, but he was still thinking about winning the competition, so he understood it was time he corrected your posture.

"look, i know it's awkward for you because the dance is a bit affectionate but, please do it correctly."

"what do you mean ? i'm doing it the right way", you tried to defend yourself.

"let me show you."

he pulled you closer by your wrist, lightly in order not to hurt you. after that, he faced you, placing your arms on his shoulder the way they were supposed to be. finally, he completed the move by placing his own hands on you.

"we're supposed to do it that way, otherwise the whole story we're supposed to deliever through the choreography would be messed up. we have to look like lovers, so please touch me the right way so it won't look weird. if you really have a problem with the move, we can change it"

he kept talking about some of the other close moves you weren't doing right, but the way he haven't let go of you made you lose focus on his words, looking at him. now, your eyes were focused on his face only, and you couldn't help but realize he was good looking. like, really good looking. he started to feel his gaze on you, slightly slowing down his words to look at you back.

"if we want to win we cannot do it that way, so... uh... why are you looking at me like that ?"

despite his eternal beanie, you could see his ears go red. both of you felt that strange electricity between you, and just like a magnet, you couldn't help but get your face closer to him, without your lips touching him yet.

"are you going to kiss me or something? i-i'm not saying that's what i want but if you want to kiss me i won't stop y-"

that was enough for you to finally press your lips on him. for a moment, he was unsure what to do, not realizing you were kissing him directly. but then, he responded, his grip on your waist thightening a bit. it was only a brief moment, but it was enough to make you feel like your legs were week.

"i'm sorry", you said once you two pulled away. he simply smiled, still not letting you go from his embrace.

"i don't know if you're suggesting to put that in the choreo, but i liked it" he said, making you giggle a bit, before he leaned in again.

• matthew

if there was a word to describe your relationship with matthew, it was... confusing. you shared the same friend group, and at first he was just your friend's friend. with time, you two grew closer, to the point where what you had was a bit ambiguous.

you may tell everybody that you guys are just friend, no one would trust you.

at first, your friends thought it was funny, the little games you two played. sometimes you two would flirt, sometimes you'd try to make each other jealous, or you'd bicker, and sometimes you were just regular friends. but, they never thought those games would last that long, they hoped eventually one of you would finally make the effort to ask the other out. they would tease you to let the you know how the other felt.

but it's been a year since this relationship was going and neither you nor matthew did a step toward the other.

in reality, the fact that they kept teasing you but none of you had confessed yet made you both doubt. matthew thought after all they said, and the way he acted with you, you knew he liked you. and if the feeling was mutual, maybe you would have asked him out. but you never did, so he never dared to try anything with you.

little did he know, you thought the same thing, and that's why you were to afraid to confess to him. that is how you two ended up with this confusing relationship were you both are idiots in love, but too dense to realize the feeling is mutual.

until jiwoong had enough.

"gyuvin, i have a mission for you."

"what ? are you jerry from totally spies or something ?"

"come on bro it's serious matter, it's for the world's peace."

"okay you got me at the world mission anyway. what is it about ?"

"you're gonna flirt with y/n."

"and now you've lost me."

gyuvin was looking at jiwoong in shock, not getting why he would flirt with you.

"y/n is basically with matthew, and they are my friends, why would i do that ?" continued gyuvin, offended.

"the thing is they are NOT together!" insisted jiwoong.

"but you know how it is... both of them are just waiting for a sign to get married or whatever."

"the problem is they had enough signs and didn't do shit yet. i can't stand them whining anymore about their one-sided feelings when they could be together already.", explained the oldest.

"okay but why would i flirt with y/n then...", said gyuvin, still not understanding.

"because matthew would see you as a menace and finally step the fuck up."

"why don't you do it yourself ?"

"because i flirt with all my friends and matthew wouldn't care as much as if it was you."

"...fair enough."

it was enough to convince gyuvin, because he was tired of you and matthew's bullshit anyway. the plan started the day after jiwoong talked with gyuvin, and the three days that followed, gyuvin kept on hitting on you. jiwoong's role in the plan was to be the little devil on matthew's shoulder. your friend group went to the amusement park that day. matthew was sitting on a bench, jiwoong next to him as he observed you and gyuvin taking pics a little further.

"damn... don't you think gyuvin and y/n grew closer these days ?"

"right...", sighed matthew.

"maybe you should do something about it'', advised jiwoong.

"i don't know jiwoong, they kinda look like they like him."

"they clearly don't. but if you want my opinion, it's your sign to confess before y/n actually ends up liking him."

"what if they reject me ?"

"at least you won't have regrets about it."

matthew kept thinking about his friend's words, contemplating wether or not he should really ask you out, to the point where he became extremely silent. you noticed it, and you finally left gyuvin's side to talk to matthew. jiwoong got up, letting the two of you together as he joined gyuvin.

"hey. is anything wrong ?" you said.

"hm ? no, i'm okay. why ?" he answered.

"i don't know, you seem lost in your thoughts."

his hands were flat on the bench, so you let yours on top of his.

"whatever it is, i can listen to you. maybe i'll be able to find a solution."

matthew felt the butterflies making their way into his stomatch after you touched him. the thought of you doing the same thing to gyuvin came up suddenly, and it got to him.

"look, i know you might like gyuvin but... well no, do you like gyuvin ? i just hope you don't because i was there before him and i felt like it was going nice between you and me and it's pissing me off that you two became that close because i liked you for a while now and i was wondering if you'd like to go out with me, but if you don't i get it 'cause-"

matthew was stumbling over his words at this point,

you placed a quick peck on his cheek to get his attention, and he felt his face get warm because of the sweet gesture. he finally turned his head in your direction, looking at you in disbelief. matthew face slowly lit up, still proceeding everything. you took the hand that was under yours as you leaned in once again, this time going for his lips. it was a small kiss, innocent, that still left him speechless.

"i'd love to go out with you."

• junhyeon

"are you almost done ?"

"no."

"okay... and now ?"

you let your head hit the table. there was this homework due in two hours that you totally forgot about. when you remembered about its existence, you went straight up to the desk in your room, pulling out your laptop to work. but there was something else you forgot about : your boyfriend, junhyeon, was supposed to come over.

you were halfway in the work when he knocked on your door. you told him to wait for you until you finish your work, because it was very important. so you were on your desk, and he was laying on your bed, waiting for you to finish.

but it's nothing more than a fantasy to imagine him staying quiet while waiting. at first, he did, scrolling on his phone, not disturbing you. then, an hour went by, and he started to lose patience.

"y/n, i feel lonely."

"loneliness comes in pair with silence. therefore, please shut the fuck up."

he simply whined as you tried to focus again on your work. after a few minutes, you started to feel thirsty. you turned to junhyeon's direction.

"babe, could you please grab me water ?"

"i don't know... should i ?, he replied in a teasing tone. you just sighed, about to get up to take it yourself, when junhyeon grabbed your desk chair to pull it toward the bed he was sitting on.

"how about you take a break ?" he said.

"junhyeon, i swear i'm almost done. you can wait for a bit then i promise i'll be all yours."

"but i'm boreeddd... plus, it's been a while since we got to hang out together. i miss y-"

junhyeon couldn't finish his sentence, because your lips ended up on his. it was not only because you wanted him to stop talking, but he looked all pouty and down you couldn't control yourself. he met you eagerly, his lips soft against yours, finally getting what he wanted since he got here. you pulled away when you remembered the work still waiting for you, leaving junhyeon still wanting more.

"is it enough for you to wait for me ?"

he gently pushed your chair back to the desk before letting himself fall back on the bed.

"i'll take a nap, hurry up."

• gunwook

gunwook could swear he wasn't the jealous type. in fact, he did swear many times that he wasn't. and he lied all of those times because he definitly is.

it's not that he didn't trust you, far from that. he admired you in so many ways, and he knew most people admire you as well. the problem is, gunwook is not confident enough.

you know, he's trying to stick to that one persona, of the confident, strong, and powerful boy. but it's more of a facade he's pulling to convince people it's truly who he is.

so, yeah, when he saw you that day, laughing so hard to junhyeon jokes, he didn't like it. calm down, gunwook, they are just laughing! that's what he repeated to himself, trying not to let that get to him. in fact, he was dramatic about it. gunwook didn't try to interfere between you two : after all, the three of you were friends. wouldn't he be a bad boyfriend if he just pulled you away from junhyeon and for what ? laughing at his jokes ?

he definitly didn't want to be that kind of boyfriend. come on gunwook, think ! what do you do now ? this is a situation of crisis, this is how everything start. they start by laughing and then you don't have time to realize that they are already getting married !

yes, it was time for him to... assert his dominance.

trying hard to look composed and cool, he passed his arm around your shoulders, pulling you a bit closer.

"hey, y/n ! how about we go and i show you how funny i am."

"...what ?"

"no cuz what.", added junhyeon.

gunwook throw thunder to junhyeon through his eyes, and his friend didn't need much to understand he was jealous. after all, he knew gunwook, they already talked about his jealousy toward other people. a smirk made his way to junhyeon's face.

"y/n, who do you think is funnier between gunwook and i ?"

"oh you did not", said gunwook in disbelief.

"well, you are both funny...?"

you were kinda dense to be honest. you didn't even realize junhyeon was teasing gunwook.

"what do you mean we are both funny ?? i'm funnier, right ?", told you gunwook.

"that's not the same thing, you don't have the same type of humor anyway, it's not even comparable..."

"okay but you like my type of humor better ?"

"what kind of question is this"

"gunwook... don't tell me you are... jealous ?", said junhyeon in a dramatic tone, gasping after the last word.

junhyeon was having the time of his life. he crossed his arms, a smile on his face as he watched gunwook rambling and going crazy about nothing.

"i'm not jealous ! why would i be jealous ? you guys were just laughing, right ? in fact, i make y/n laugh way more than you do junhyeon ! i make them laugh 2x, no, 10x more !"

"are you really jealous about me laughing to his jokes ?", you said in disbelief.

"oh he definitly is", responded junhyeon.

"i am not because i am funnier anyways."

"well that's not what y/n said..."

"y/n please don't let me lose to kum junhyeon"

"gunwook, there is no competition..."

"okay but what if-"

at this point, it was getting ridiculous to you. not to junhyeon tho, he loved the view. gunwook just started rambling even more, telling nonsense. junhyeon was eager to see what you would do. suddenly, you had an idea.

"gunwook." you said, making him stop in his monologue.

"what ?"

you simply went closer to gunwook, giving him an innocent peck on the lips. you finally silenced the gunwook who was freaking out seconds before. a pink tint started to creep on his cheeks, as junhyeon let out a loud scream.

"DON'T KISS IN FRONT OF ME??"

#boys planet #boys planet fics #boys planet imagines #boys planet reactions #park gunwook #kum junhyeon #yoon jongwoo #seok matthew #maeda haruto #kpop #b0ysplanetfics #boys planet trainees

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motsimages · 8 months

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Meeting people from other countries always introduces new world-views that you would have never considered ever before.

Like physical contact. In my culture, we touch to show we care, we listen, we are there for you. It is important to touch and to stay physically close. If someone has a problem, is struggling, crying or feeling down, physical contact is expected, or at least, physical closeness. You don't leave someone who is crying alone in their room unless they ask you to and you will check on them anyways.

A friend of mine remembers having a bad time after a breakup in Switzerland and her best friend (Swiss) there not even changing seats in the table to get closer to her, to her amazement. She listened and supported her, from a distance. I still remember a conversation with an English friend who said that when someone cries or is feeling down, you let them be and don't hug them or physically confort them in any way. I told him that is not the way with Spaniards.

Many cultures do not touch at all and reactions to the physical touch in Spain may vary. Some like it (most of the people I have met, some Chinese have gone crazy for physical contact), some don't (very rarely, usually usamericans or northern europeans). In any case, most of the time, at the beginning, people are shocked "why is this person touching me?" but not repulsed. Some show more surprise than others, some get used to it faster than others.

A Japanese friend was weirded out until he understood how the society works around physical contact, he travelled around Europe and came back and he said he had missed the contact (he thought it was a European thing). When he came back to Japan, he told me nobody touched him, not even his mom, which was a shock to me because if somebody hugs you in Spain, it will be your mom. He felt lonely and sad, and missed the physical closeness.

Usamericans are the only ones I have seen to be physically tense when receiving the slightest touch. I have seen fear in adult men when I was physically close to them (still not touching them, but too close according to their usual distance). And I was maybe doing nothing but exchanging info about our common class or other small talk.

Whenever I travel up north in Europe I have to physically restrain myself from moving my arms and touching people. I still move too much, touch too much and stay too close and this has led to some serious misunderstandings, particularly in the UK, where people thought I was flirting. This flirting thing, btw, is very frequent and foreigners who come to Spain tend to read it any physical contact as such. A French girl complained that all Spanish men were making too much advances on her (probably not that many, they were just physically close). A Russian closeted gay friend thought a lot of heterosexual men were gay just because they were hugging each other, grabbing each other by the shoulder or otherwise standing close to each other.

My last year abroad, I told my Northern European friends that I would expect hugs from them once I felt confortable enough to tell them that I personally need hugs and that culturally it is something we do in Spain. After this, I once asked a Swiss friend for a hug and he said "why?" and I was like "because I feel like having a hug? Who asks "why" to someone who is asking for a hug?"

A usamerican latino friend of mine was shocked when working in a Spanish school because children hugged him and he didn't know what to do. I was shocked myself: you hug them back, what are you going to do? They are children! They crave physical contact. And he explained that in the US that is frowned upon, you can be in trouble, people will think you are a pedophile or something. And I was like... what about 2-3-year-olds? and he said "no, never, they hug you, but you stay still, you don't touch them". I am still shocked and in dismay. How are you not going to touch children? Impossible. We touch children all the time in Spain, and they touch you.

And today I was interpreting for some Russian parents at the new school for their 8-year-old child and the teacher asked if it was ok to hug him because she is very affectionate with children. Parents said "sure, he loves hugs". When saying goodbye, the parents told him to hug the teacher but he didn't want to and the teacher said "it's fine, it's not mandatory, only when he wants". This child, by the way, was nervous when arriving at the school but he held my hand (not his parents') at the beginning because I told him I would translate for him whatever he needs. I remember being pleased and relieved when I discovered that Russians are also physically affectionate.

There is a current conversation in Spain to respect people, and particularly children, when they don't want physical contact, to let them choose when they want it and when they don't. But in any case the conversation is more about consent and social situations than it is against physical contact altogether.

And I remembered all these cultural situations regarding physical contact and hugs, because it is the thing I notice the most when I travel aboard, the thing I miss the most when I don't have it. When I finally came home after my travels, I knew I was home because the people I've known most of my life, my mom's friends, were holding my hand, hugging me, grabbing my shoulder and staying close to me when we were speaking.

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valiantlyjollynightmare · 2 years

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For the fic writer asks: 🥺🎶🤗

🥺 mia just asked me about that too and i have had time to do a bit of self reflection since then ajdjrjjew, but really it all boils down to established relationshiop moments akrjrjjwa especially when they allude to their secret identities hehe. Banter and soft moments always make me go nghhhh and afterglow conversations are absoluteky chef's kiss in my book. But i also realized i absolutely adore moments when marinette especially is incredibwly overwhelmed (especially after a good dose of angst) and adrien is there to support her

🎶 madchattery just asked this too akfhrhjas but yeah, i always always take inspiration from music and let it help me while i write. It happened so many times for me to be struggling with a scene only for some random song to come in my playlist and give me a revelation. I'm not normal about music so i'll answer the second part with another song i've been starting to listen on repeat ajdheja. I just discovered it yesterday tho, and today i haven't had much time to listen to music, but it.s the song from suzume no tojimari's trailer. I don't even know what it's called lmao, but it's the one that starts eith kimi no naka ni aru aka to aoki sen. And that amazing hummimg rurururu sounds. YESTERDAY I COULDN'T STOP HUMMING IT IT'S SO GOOD i can't wait to watch that movie, it hyped me up a lot lmao

🤗 okokokok so. Hmmm. I know everyone says write write write always all the time, but they're so right! If you don't write, you can't improve, so write as much as you can, and don.t let anyone - not even yourself - tell you you're not good at it. Other than this, i'd say talk to people. I didnd.t actually have ideas until i started making friends in the fandom and just talking to them was like opening the floods. It wasn.t even brainstorming, i just had ideas. And when you have ideas, the more you talk about them, the more ideas you have and the more complex they become! So yeah, talk to people a lot and trust them with your ideas however wild they.d be. God knows my dms with some of my friends are beyond wild, but they're so fun skfjdnfnk. (If you want, you can dm me too!!! I'd be more than happy to help howver i could with any kind of ideas you might have). Also, as i already said, i.m very not normal about music so i.d say, if you love music, make playlists, vollect vibes, and then see of they could help you with the stories you come up with. It doesn.t even have to be music. Drawings, photos, memories, colors, myfhological creatures, anything you like can be a source of inspiration if you look at it and ask yourself something like, how can i make this into something i'd enjoy even more, or like. How would my otp/confort character relate to this specific fic i love?

I kid you not at kne point i was lamtenting the fact that i was born in winted and i was like, what would adrien and marinette do if emma was born in january to make her birthday more fun and i had an epiphany. Sp yeah. Put the writing lenses on at any time and you'll have a blast. But also take care of yourself!!!! If you don't write in a day, or if you have to scrap something, or if you.re jyst not in the mood, that.s normal! Take a break. That s still being productive

#ask game #this was so fun ajdjaka sorry i can.t be normal about anything ajdhsnam #fic ask game #zenniaphoenix

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justme-deh · 2 years

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"My princess"

She has something to said

(2° part)

-Human!Animatronics.

-Mentiong of death (not gore)

-sadness

-Monty as a father (the kid is a girl)

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With every step he took he knew that everything had change... no more partys that last till 4 am... no more "slumber partys" with beutyful girls... and no more reckless things.

He was a father now, he need to take care of a kid... he had see Freddy struggle to take care of his son.

Okay, Monty had to admit that Gregory was a difficult child... the little gremlin love to get in problems, so maybe... JUST MAYBE... he would be able to take care of a little girl.

Oh no... she was a girl... she would need more protection, he would have to talk to her about what some boys were like and how babies were made... he would also have to talk about how she shouldn't let herself be touched by anyone who made her uncomfortable, and above all; what was the shark week.

The panick was running in his veins, so he thanked to every god that ever was when he notice that the little girl had fallen asleep and didn't notice his panick

But he knew that Good luck wasn't going to last...

The faces of his friends when they saw him with the little girl told him everything.

"Monty... who is she?" Chica ask looking at the little girl "she's so cute"

He told them everything that the lawyer said and then, they all give him a big hug making sure to not squeeze the little girl in Montys arms.

"I promise her that we will go for pizza and icecream" Monty said looking at his friends before putting his hand in the little girl head to make sure that she was confortable "but... I don't think I can drive"

"You can put her in the back seat" Roxy said "chica and I can look for her"

"No" he look at the little girl, still sound sleep "she needs me... do you even see how she's holding to me?" He pointed at Alice hands, she was holding the fabric of his jacket with all her strength. "I know I'm not good with kids, but I can tell you... she's scare"

"I can drive" Freddy said looking at Monty with a smile "and don't worry, you already notice how she's feeling, I'm sure that you can do this"

Monty look at Frrddy a little shock... Fazbear was right! Monty noticed that his daughter was scare and he only had her like for 15 minutes!! It was that what people call "paternal instinct"?

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The little girl finally wake up when the car stop in front of a little school, Freddy need to go for his little chaos creator.

For first time in years Gregory was already in the door! And intop of that, there wasn't a teacher trying to talk with the leader of the band.

"Are we there yet?" Alice ask still eyes close.

"Not yet princess, we came to pick from school a gremlin" Monty said still holding the little girl.

"I don't like gremlins" She said looking at Monty "why do we need to bring one? Gremlins are idiots that smell bad and steal stuff! I don't want one eating my pizza or taking away my icecream!!"

Monty laughed, if there was still some doubt that Alice was Monty's daughter this was the proof that make it clear.

"Geez... she really has something to said" Chica said while Roxy laughed as well "listen, that's only a nickname, we came here to look for Freddy's son, he's not a gremlin"

Alice thought for a moment, Freddy came back with Gregory and the boy took seat in the back seat, Alice look at him and then she look to Chica "so... what's the difference?"

"Ja! That's my girl!" Monty said laughing really hard, his stomach was already hurting.

Chica let go a sigh while Roxanne laugh, Freddy look in confusion at Mongomery and Gregory ask who the hell was the girl in Monty's arms.

"She's my daughter" Monty told him "so be nice with her, Gremlin"

"Why I didn't knew her?" The kid ask him.

"Superstar" Freddy said calling Gregory "we talk about that later, now, you need to do your homework, we are going for pizza and I'm sure that you want to play"

"Okay papa" Gregory said opening his backpack.

(1° part) (next part)

#fnaf security breach #fnaf sb #fnaf sb x reader #fnaf fandom #fnaf glamrock chica #fnaf glamrock freddy #fnaf montgomery #fnaf vanessa #fnaf gregory #fnaf roxanne #fnaf au #fnaf fan character #fnaf fanfic

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sillysnack · 2 years

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Hey! I would like an Encanto matchup if it's possible, I saw your post (I don't see it anymore tho) that you had a block, feel free to ignore or delete this if you want :)

My name is Loréna, i'm 16, 5'2, i'm scorpio, INFP, and i'm peruvian and french!

I use any pronouns (even tho i tell people to use she/her to make it easier for them), i'm queer and i don't really have a gender preference.

In appareance, i have straight black medium hair, brown eyes, light skin and i wear glasses!

My friends say i'm kind and funny- I think I try to be nice and polite with everyone as possible.

i like being sarcastic sometimes but not in a bad way at all, just teasing.

I'm introvert, shy and very discret or even invisible to some ppl- I struggle with communication a lot (i'm neurodivergent), I still quiet most of time

But when i'm finally comfortable, I become very random

I love drawing and animating! Listening to music on repeat and being super comfortable and loud with my friends.

I forget A LOT of things, you could repeat me something important 100 times, I could tell you never did. Really depends on what i want to remember but in general... i forget-

I dislike a lot of food in general, I have eating issues (i don't eat a lot) and i'm very picky- 😅 tho I like sweet things! Like milk chocolate, I adore it, it's conforting.

I love cats!

I think i've finish... I'm sorry if some things are confusing, I don't describe myself correctly at all-

Like I said, feel free to ignore, take time for yourself <3 Thank you very much!

hii im sorry this took so long! i feel like it's short but i hope you like this :D

anyways, i match you with... 🥁🥁🥁

camilo madrigal !

he loves the fact that you use any pronouns. camilo does his best to switch it up from time to time and often asks u if youre comfy with certain prns (could never be too sure yk!)

i think one of his fav things to do around you is shapeshift as you. cant explain why, he just does it out of love <3

ok i lied, i can explain why! previous bullet is an inside joke in your relationship. one time you approached camilo while he was practicing how he’d ask you out :]

a lot of your conversations with camilo are laced with sarcasm but it always ends up with you two giggling because why not! once u got comfortable around camilo, you two are just balls of energy bouncing off each other ☀

you two and camilo draw stuff together ! although camilo doesnt draw too much, since he’s busy admiring you (he’d say you’re the only art he’d look at)

camilo makes sure to take notes abt even the smallest things to help u in case u forget smth !

ohhh whenever camilo steals food from the kitchen @ casita, he makes you stand guard in case any of his family (esp. his parents & tia julieta)

^ once he gets back with one plateful of arepas & other snacks on one hand, he has a plate of sweet treats for you on the other!

AH i headcanon that cats dont like camilo but . u two are lovers who love cats !!!!!! camilo asks antonio to introduce them to any cat thats around. all the cat does when camilo approaches it is hiss at him, you & antonio just laugh at him 🙏🙏

that’s all !!! feel free to send in match-up requests in my inbox (encanto & maybe genshin IDK!)

#encanto matchup #camilo madrigal

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over-emotional-girl908 · 4 years

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Y/n’s death and how the team reacted

(Y/n’s POV)

Flames danced around my body. Smoke filled the air. My screams unheard. Fallen beams of wood were everywhere. The heat was unbearable. The pain was excruciating. My vision was blurry and I was gasping for air. but no matter the pain I was in the fire was memorising. The way it danced all around me was incredible. I did panic at first but that floated away as I focused on all of the good and bad memories I had made. I had been through hell but I had also seen heaven. I had made a difference in people’s life’s, I had helped people and encouraged them and supported them. I had kept fighting even though everyone thought I wasn’t strong enough and had shown that I was good enough, that I am strong enough and that I am a good person. I held on to my necklace, the one Jack had given me. It was like I was looking through a picture book of every conversation we had every touch and every look that connected us but it all got to much.

The pain was constant, and merciless. I don’t know when I started crying but I am now. The tears were refreshing against the heat but they weren’t enough to save me from turning to ash. The fire has surrounded me like a cult, I can see the faces of the people I love flash across the room before the final strike of pain hits and When it hits it hurts like nothing else I had ever felt. I said goodbye and closed my eyes for a final time. The flames covered my body and the smoke became part of me. The only thing they found left of me was the necklace that I had held on to when I died and the remains of my bones.

(Third person pov)

Ellie:

Ellie couldn’t stop thinking about all the ways things could have gone differently. She was over analysing every peice of data, every word, every move and every step that had lead to your death. She was mad and hurt and she stoped talking to everyone. She shut down and struggled to get over your death. She has framed the painting you two did together in her living room and when stressed or upset she goes to the spot under the tree at the back of the ncis build where you two used to talk.

Kasie:

Kasie was hurt but she knew that everyone else was hurting to, and she knew that the one thing you had always wanted to do was to start an spca charity so She stared a side project and after years and years she helped over 1000 animals on your behalf. She helped everyone process your death and every once and a while bring flowers to your grave. She loved listening to the others talk about your adventures and often found herself wishing that she had been closer with you.

Ducky:

Ducky was crushed. Your death had hit him more than any other agents death. You were like his grand child. He refused to even look at your body for a week. After your death all he could talk about was how proud of you he was. He bragged to everyone about how much of an amazing person you were and constantly told story’s about all of your adventures and moments in life. He hoped to inspire others by talking about your high and low points in life.

Gibbs:

Gibbs was furious. He hunted down the guy responsible for your death and killed him. Gibbs then quit ncis and drowned himself in bourbon. He visited your grave everyday for four years and refused to go back to ncis until jack showed up and convinced him that You would have wanted him at ncis and to move on. He was proud of who you had become and like ducky he often told your story to anyone who needed to hear it.

Jack:

Jack didn’t believe it at first. You had cheated death so many times before. She broke and was pissed off that You had been through so much shit and had helped so many people and still died in a way that was horrific. That You had died in the hands of one of your biggest fears. Jack and you had been very close. She had told you about wingos and her tour. She opened up to you and You did to her. Jack was one of your safe places. She always helped ease the pain and stress of life and even though it took you a while to open up to her you two became very close. She helped the team move on and get past your death and for that you would be forever Grateful.

Jimmy:

When he got the call Jimmy collapsed to the floor cried. Hugging his knees and rocking back and forth to try find some confort. He thought about all of your Goefy and fun moments. He didn’t leave until someone found him in the sitting in the dark. Jimmy was looking through an old photo album with photos of yours and his trip around the world before you joined ncis. He couldn’t sleep at night and could not stand to hear your name without crying for 3 years. He’s still heartbroken about your passing but his family and friends are helping him get through it.

McGee:

McGee stoped being able to focus. Like Ellie he began going over everything that had gone wrong, and everything little thing that had lead up to your death. He also cried and he sat Under his desk which is were you used to sit together when he had a rough day. McGee refuses to talk about you and tells anyone off if they bring up your name. Everyone is careful around McGee but Delilah has been incredible with supporting him.

Nick:

Nick hid his feelings about your passing at first and did everything he could to bring your killer to justice. He made sure everyone else was okay but he started to drink again and lost self control. He became very angry and he struggled with keeping his emotions at bay. He was ordered anger management therapy to help him get through it. Him and Ellie helped each other and they eventually bounced back to being okay, but this time they were okay together.

#jack sloane x reader #bishop x reader #ncis #ncis x reader #ncis fanfiction #nick x reader #McGee x reader #gibbs x reader #ducky x reader #jimmy Palmer x reader #kasie Hines x reader

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ashdreams2023 · 2 years

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Hi! I would like an Encanto matchup if it's possible :D

My name is Loréna, i'm 16, 5'2, i'm scorpio, INFP, and i'm peruvian and french!

I use any pronouns (even tho i tell people to use she/her to make it easier for them), i'm queer and i don't really have a gender preference.

In appareance, i have straight black medium hair, brown eyes, light skin and i wear glasses!

My friends say i'm kind, caring and funny- I think I try to be nice and polite with everyone as possible.

i like being sarcastic sometimes but not in a bad way at all, just teasing.

I'm introvert, shy and very discret or even invisible to some ppl- I struggle with communication a lot (i'm neurodivergent), I still quiet most of time

But when i'm finally comfortable, I become chaotic and random

I love drawing and animating! Listening to music on repeat and being super comfortable and loud with my friends.

I forget A LOT of things, you could repeat me something important 100 times, I could tell you never did. Really depends on what i want to remember but in general... i forget-

I dislike a lot of food in general, I have eating issues (i don't eat a lot) and i'm very picky- 😅 tho I like sweet things! Like milk chocolate, I adore it, it's conforting.

I love cats!

I think i've finish... I'm sorry if some things are confusing, I don't describe myself correctly at all-

Thank you very much! :))

Camilo madrigal

Camilo would fall head over heels for how sweet and polite you are

He’ll let you tease him but expect that same energy back

It’s ok, Camilo likes to talk he would always find a topic you would like to help you speak up and he wouldn’t force you too if you didn’t feel like it

He’s fascinated by your passion for drawing/animating and thinks it’s super cool

Will remind you of things on repeat with no issues, he’s a responsible boy with lots of patience so don’t worry about that

Bingo Camilo will literally eat anything so if you don’t like a piece on your burger just give it to him and he’ll gladly take it

He’s great with animals so if you do happen to take care of them like cats or own one he would play with it and look out for it if you’re busy as well

#camilo madrigal #encanto matchups

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s4ijoh · 4 years

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icarus falling. oikawa tooru

OIKAWA TOORU X GN! READER

GENRE: angst; fluff

WORD COUNT: 1.9k+

WARNINGS: established relationship

after seijoh's loss to karasuno in the semi finals…

the walk back home was nothing like what you had expected. you wondered if, walking on this sidewalk next to you, stood the same gutted boys that back in the court had their heads bowed down in defeat - their frowns now replaced by lighthearted smiles. you cling onto your boyfriend's arm, your presence silent next to him, watching from the sidelines. from your position, it might have just looked like a group of friends catching up on conversation but there was so much more to this moment than met the eye.

despite their loss, the conversation was rather lively - but you knew it was all a hopeless attempt to avoid the elephant in the room. there was a bittersweet taste to the current energy on the atmosphere. they carried on chatting almost as if they felt it was best to avoid the topic, it didn’t feel right to spend the last moment they had last as a team mourning their mistakes but rather reminiscing on the good memories instead. whereas, on the other hand, to deny to acknowledge their loss was to live a lie.

you keep a close watch on tooru, his features completely devoid of even the slightest hint of sorrow. however, you have learned to read in between the lines, to get to know each and every one of his quirks - to know his voice gets quieter when he is lying or how he blinks more rapidly when he’s nervous. you could read him like an open book and the occasional furrow of his brows, that even though was barely there for a half a second, only for you to catch a glimpse of it, was an immediate giveaway of the thoughts plaguing his mind.

once you reach the doorstep to tooru’s house you wave your goodbyes to the boys before the both of you part your different ways with the group. a heavy silence falls between the two of you yet there are so many things to be said. as the boys disappear into the distance, the atmosphere turns blue, all of tooru’s troubling thoughts lingering in the air yet not spoken of. you choose to give him his space to grieve, you knew he would talk to you once he was ready.

it was the quiet before the storm. as soon as he walks through the front door a suffocating void settles in his heart. tooru finds himself spiraling down a deep dark hole, a sudden numbness taking over his body before he is brought back to reality when his emotions strike him all at once. it was the catalyst to his ruin.

the lump in his throat tightening knocks the oxygen out of tooru’s lungs making it hard to breathe and he can no longer find the strength within himself to hold back any further, it is almost physically impossible for him to keep the tears from falling. he had kept all these feelings bottled up inside him for too long and it was only a matter of time before the inevitable happened - they start overflowing, all at once, against his own will. after the rainstorm, it’s not long until the flood.

despite all his effort to keep himself under control, his first attempt at verbalizing his thoughts comes in the form of a choked sob as he falls right into your embrace. and so you watch him fall apart right before your eyes. as many times as you had held his trembling body in your arms, you would never get used to this sight. you could never guess that someone as cheerful as tooru had all these hardships in his life, but he did and ever since you met him you knew better than to believe the little show he put on for everybody.

you had seen him at his worst, and you were one of the few lucky ones he trusted enough to willingly let his walls down for. he had trusted you to see the rawest version of him and to allow you to roam his naked soul - no matter how many times he confessed his love for you, this was the ultimate proof of his sheer devotion and no matter how many times you confessed your love for him you could never show him how grateful you are to be fortunate enough to know the real tooru oikawa.

"let it all go" his shaky sobs resonate through your skin as he cries on your now damp shoulder with his face buried in the crook of your neck.

it was hard to notice on the outside but there was a battle taking place under the surface. disguised beyond his usual bright persona, tooru was fighting a war against himself. he was indeed his own worst enemy as cliché as it might sound. his number one struggle was to acknowledge his own worth, which induced the growth of his prevailing self-destructive habits. he would beat himself up every day, neglecting his own health in favor of working towards being the best player he could possibly become - he never thought it was enough; he had spend many restless nights wondering whether he would ever be enough. perhaps he was hopeless. so far, life had gone hard on him but, ever since you entered the scene, he could rely on you to brighten his darkest days.

"i did e-everything i could and it was still no-not enough" his words make your heart ache in your chest for you can tell how difficult it is for tooru to speak by the way his voice cracks at the end of the sentence before he falls into another fit of watery sobs. but to know he was taking it all upon himself struck you even harder.

this was the same boy you had watched pour his blood, sweat and tears into everything he had done, you only wish you could give him the world for he deserved nothing less. you knew he carried the weight of responsibility that came with being the team captain on his shoulders with pride, whether it was for the best or the worst. however, what he failed to realize was that he didn't have to bear it all on his own.

tooru felt like a failure; he had hit a wall. despite all his hard work he could not see the fruits of his labor. it was as if he was trapped in a maze with no exit - no matter the advances he made, he would always find himself back on square one, hopelessly running around in endless circles and driving himself insane.

in the end all his effort had gone to waste - or so he thought, in his current state, it was hard to see past the fog clouding his mind. he was inconsolable. you knew that no word you said could possibly mend his broken heart but you could at least try to relieve some of his pain.

"tooru, i know you will achieve great things one day. you just have to hold onto your dreams." you caress his hair whereas your spare hand rubs up and down his spine before settling on the nape of his neck, cradling the back of his head and tugging him closer to you.

“right now, i know it might feel like a loss but i believe in you and know you will make it out of this stronger, you always do"

you pull back to look into his glassy eyes, a thick veil of tears coating his hazel orbs. the eyes that once held all that passion are now dull as the familiar hopeful gleam fades away with every teardrop streaming down his cheeks, being replaced with a void of broken dreams. he always aimed high, strived to be better and it hurt to see him like this for he did not deserve it but, unfortunately, the universe had different plans for him.

tooru stood too close to the sun. he was close, close enough to yearn for more of it's warmth - he needed more. but what he failed to anticipate, guided by his own instinct, was that it was physically impossible to go any further without getting hurt. the higher he flew, the closer he got, the harder he would fall; his ambition was his greatest blessing as well as his worst curse.

yet, once again, here you stood, ready to catch him on his fall back to earth. you had been there for him every step of the way. you had watched tooru fall flat on his face several times only to witness him build himself back up and work harder than the last time. you admired his cunning nature, it was his greatest weapon.

"i know you wanted to pursue your dreams next to your friends, tooru, but i promise you that they will be there, alongside you, watching your every step on the way to the top"

you feel his stiff muscles relaxing under your touch, it was almost as if you knew exactly what he needed to hear. everyone thought tooru required high maintenace but a few reassuring words were all it took to make him feel better and upon hearing the mention of his teammates, a switch flips inside him and he has a purpose once again. tooru wished to be better and even if it was hard to see the light at the end of the tunnel, he would keep going, if not for his sake, for his friends - he wouldn’t let them down again.

after a while you listen to his sobs fading into the air. after the flood always comes the quiet.

tooru’s body leans weak against yours once his sniffles die down. you hold onto his waist, dragging his limp body across the hall and into his room, sitting him on the edge of the bed to help him change into more confortable clothes. you crouch down in front of him to press a kiss to his injured knee before you lay down next to him, cradling him in your arms whereas you let the silence of the quiet night envelop the both of you in it’s sweet embrace. he felt at home, secure in the shelter of your warmth, your body caging him in a reassuring hug. he feels invincible all of a sudden, like he could conquer the world.

“i will make you feel proud of me, one day” he whispers against your chest, his voice is still hoarse in the aftermath of his emotional burst.

“i'm already proud of you, tooru. you are stronger than anyone could ever fanthom”

“no. i mean that, one day, i will redeem myself and i want you there, by my side.”

despite his mellow tone, the eagerness was still present in his voice, each word radiating with the strength of a thousand suns. you were glad to know that, regardless of the storm, the flame was still burning bright inside him.

“i will be there, tooru.” you pull away from him to hold his face in your hands “i will be there to watch you reach the top. i will watch you get each and every one of your opponents out of the way and prove them wrong, baby. it's us against the world”

that night, you never leave his side, holding him as close as humanly possible expecting that, perhaps, if you hold him just tight enough you can fill the hole in his heart and make him feel whole again.

and, hopefully, you would still be here when he is finally ready to spread his winds open again and earns back the courage to fly high.

[a/n]: so im experimenting with a new writing style,, i wanted to improve my dialogue writing skills so from now on ill be focusing more on dialogue than i used to (feedback would be highly appreciated :D) + also no smut in here, for now, cs i was tired of writing nasty shit ,, give me a break, for the time being this is a smut free zone, (lmao who would've guessed) if you were here for the smut im sorry to disappoint you - the old ellie can’t come to the phone right now cuz she’s DEAD. my goal is to write shorter pieces and work on characterization as well hence the new blog!!, my old stuff didn't serve me anymore.

+ also it took me more time to write 2k words than those longer fics i used to write lmao. im actually proud of this one. hopefully, i changed for the better!

#had a personality 180º im blaming my unstable mental health #n e ways #i would rather say that im constantly improving myself so #if you knew me before this no you didnt #not me writing this while listening to i hate this part by the pussycat dolls #oikawa tooru #oikawa x reader #oikawa tooru imagine #tooru oikawa x reader #oikawa fluff #haikyuu x reader #hq #haikyuu imagine #haikyuu #oikawa torū #haikyuucreations

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half-mer-child · 4 years

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Can you do a scenario when some of the merformers get very lonely and instantly cling on to the reader when they see them (if you want to of course UwU)

Lost Light Pod

Rodimus isn't in a good mood. He's having a bad day and he's starting to doubt himself, doubt his leadership. You notice he's distancing himself and isn't talking to the other mers. Tapping on the glass when he's alone he looks up at you eyes tired. He chirps and goes back to beong curled up in a ball. Climbing into the tank and hugging him he turns before nuzzling you. He churrs pulling you close and taking comfort in your embrace.

Drift doesn't show when he's sad. He's very good at keeping his emotions close and always appearing happy or at least calm. However a good friend like you can see the difference between a fake smile and a real smile. When he is alone with his thoughts he hears you coming and trills surprised when arms slip around his waist. He takes the gesture in kind and nuzzles you, your smile cheering him up.

Minimus is not a very emotional mer. He has emotions regardless of what Rodimus thinks but he's not good at expressing them. He is tiny but he is in a position of power and he wants to be respected which is sometimes hard given his size. He has anxiety over decisions he's made that have gone wrong. He fears he will makea mistake and hurt mers that he isn't good enough. It's days where he won't come out of his office won't stop writing and filing that you sneak in. He would scold you about knocking but you slip into his lap and stay quiet. He says nothing but pulls you closer hugging you as he does his work. You chase away all his fear and anxiety. You are one of the many reasons he continues to work and enforce the rules.

Megatron has many regrets. He is the one whi started the war. He is the one who killed millions of humans and thousands of mers. He does not deserve your kindness your sweet words or your affection but you give it. Holding you close body trembling he curls around you protectively as he whispers words of assurance. He promises you won't be another mistake and he will ALWAYS protect you just as you protect him from himself.

Chromedome is a sweet mer. One with many issues and few solutions but a kind mer. He cares about his friends and pod deeply a little too deeply. He struggles with messing with his memories and on his bad days he'll stare at his claws wanting to use them. To sink them into flesh and remove or give memories. These thoughts disgust him and he cries curling in on himself. When you touch him he cries more. Your so soft and sweet and gentle please... please... Gently wrapping your arm around him whispering reassurances he calms down holding you close. Please don't leave.

Rewind is a pleasant mer. Everyone loves him. Hes small he's kind and he's gentle. Very talkative and cuddly but not overbearingly so. He tries to be polite but there are some days where he's snippy and annoyed. Maybe him and Chromedome got in a fight. Maybe he's just not in a good mood. But something about the way you wrap your arms around him and hide in his chest even though your about the same size. It melts his heart that you see he's upset amd comfort him. He chirps and holds you close.

Cyclonus is a mech of few words. His face is set in a permanent frown and he doenst ever seem happy or sad. But there are days where he'll look at his sword and stare off into space or nights where he can't sleep. He holds Tailgate close on one of these nights and as he tries to drift off he sees you. You swim over quietly and humming softly at him he hums back moving to allow you room. You slip into the cuddle pile and snuggle close to Cyclonus humming softly. Closing his eyes feeling better a small smile you can't see graces his face as he hums with you. It's nights like these that chase the dark thoughts away.

Tailgate is not a sad mer. He's small and cuddly and full of love and energy and life. Everyone loves Tailgate and he loves them too. He's always willing to give a hug or show off a cool trick of asked but there are days although far and few between where he gets tired. He doesn't want to play or cuddle he wants to sleep and lay down and just do nothing because all his energy is gone and he's cranky. On these days where he feels miserable the only thing that cherrs him up if to be sandwiched between you and Cyclonus. Tucked under his chin squeezing him tightly as Cyclonus curls around you both he feels happier than he ever has.

Swerve is always depressed. He feels unwanted and unloved in his pod. Sure he has a couple friends and he's a decent guy but he talks to much and he knows this but he CAN'T S T O P. He knows people and mers alike hate it and hate him. When he goes completely silent it's a dead give away somethings wrong but a lot of mers just continue on with their day glad for the silence. You however kind and sweet and oh so so so amazing friend you are give him smooches as you wrap your arms around his tubby clownfish body. If anyone could put a smile on his face its you.

Skids is usually pretty happy but sometimes he just gets tired. He's not always sure why but sometimes he just wants to lay down and not sleep exactly but not be here. When your soft hands touch his dull scales face concerned he smiles up at you softly and enjoys the attention. It may take awhile but the feeling will fade. Until then your headpats keep him content as you help fight off his dread.

Rung is a therapist. He must always have a professional and calm attitude but there are some days where he just can't. He did not fight in the war but it weighs heavily on him. So many sparks lost. So many innocent mers. The bloodshed and the screams often keep him awake at night. But it is his job to comfort others so when you appear and give him a hug and hold on he knows your comforting him. Closing his eyes he holds you back. Sometimes kindess returns it's favor.

Whirl is choas and anger incarnate. He is an angry lobster and he lets everyone know it. But some days he doenst have the energy to be angry. Some days he sits at the bottom of his tank and sulks. These are the days with intrusive thoughts and self loathing. The days where he wants to die but doenst have the energy to carry out the act. These are the days he hates himself, he hates everyone. But as you lay on top of him hands warm and gentle as they hug his sharp frame he can't have the heart to hate you. He churrs sadly and the hug gets tighter. He could never hate you.

Nautica chirps sadly and looks up at you with her sad blue eyes. You can't deny the cute mers request and slip into the tank with her. She churrs happily as she nuzzles into your warm skin. Petting her fins she chirps now in a much better mood with her favorite human.

Brainstorm sighs loudly and pouts. Paying him no mind his sighs gets louder until you finally look away from your work and up at him. He sniffles eyes looking down as his fins hang down sad. Rolling your eyes you step into the tank and he chirps excited as he holds you close nuzzling you all over. Manipulative little mer.

Primes Pod

Optimus hadn't been in the best mood. The war is over and with it he can fully realize all the things he's done wrong. All of the mers he could've saved. He sits on a cove watching the still kelp forest. It used to be full of pups amd expecting parents. Seeing it so empty hallows it's heart. He pauses when he sees you. He can not muster the energy to smile but you don't expect him too. Holding his hand you both sit and stare. The war has caused much pain but people like you, those who try and make peace, they make it worth it.

Arcee is tired. She won't even pretend she's not as she lays still. Her scales are duller than usual and her visit to Jack seemed to make her more tired rather than reinvigorated. She sighs. Hearing you approach she says nothing. When your fingers interlace with yours she says nothing. When you lay down with her in silence she says nothing but actions speak louder than words and the smile you give as she pulls you close almost makes her feel better.

Bumblebee has lived his entire life in war. He doesn't have a memory where war or the looming threat of it wasn't present in his life. He had to grow up fast and didn't have much time to just be a kid. He's watched many friends die or get hurt in the heat of battle and that weighs heavily on him. He has many scars and sometimes they make him self conscious. So when you silently sit in his lap hands wandering his frame and tracing his scars he can't help but feel a flutter of pride. Finally the war is over and hopefully he can enjoy it with you.

Bulkhead worked with mers who threw themselves into battle knowing that they may not come back. He has seen pretty grim things and although he's usually pretty bubbly sometimes he just needs a break, he needs to be sad. Sitting on a rock sunbasking staring at the sea he lets his mind fill with dark thoughts as he mourns his lost friends. He wants to be alone but you don't allow it. You and all your stubbornness lay on the rock suffering the discomfort to give him confort. He's silent for a long while but sighing he slowly starts telling you tales of war and battle. He smiles as your face lights up and you scoot closer listening. He snuggles close to you shell softer than rock as he tells you stories late into the night no longer feeling sad.

WheelJack is quiet when he's sad or deep in thought. He's never quiet so you notice right away. And he notices you notice but he won't talk about it. As he stares at the stars floating on the water he can't speak, or maybe he just won't but you don't make him. Floating next to him fingers interlocked he closes his eyes dark thoughts fading away as he feels you next to him. Maybe someday he'll tell you what's in his head but today he just wanta to feel you close, ready to listen if he decides to speak.

Ultra Magnus isn't very feeling. He has emotions but he prioritizes order and rules over feelings. Sometimes when no one is payong attention he'll slip off to be alone for a couple hours. He won't really go anywhere, just wander around seemingly lost. He doesn't know what he's looking for but he feels like he's lost something very important. One day when you come with him following close but giving him space he wonders if your what he's wanted all along.

Smokescreen never really saw a lot of battle. He was a guard but what he gaurded no one came after. He longed for glory. For battle scars and stories to tell. He wants to prove himself and show he has what it takes to be a warrior. Now that the war is over there are many times he feels like he never did anything. He shouldn't be considered a hero by humans if he never actually did anything heroic. When you smooch his cheek holding his hand telling him he did good his heart flutters. At least in your eyes he's a hero.

Knockout joined the automers later and he regrets waiting so long. Serving under Megatron taking abuse and never being thanked for his work was hard. He is often unsure of himself despite his facade and feels inferior thanks to never being praised or given credit. These thoughts get especially loud when Breakdown is away or he patched up someone and later they come back still in pain. His hands shake as he thinks of the past and his shortcomings but when he feels your hands on top of his they stop shaking and he stops worrying. With you he feels all the confidence he pretends to have become real.

Breakdown has done some messy things. Near the end of the war him and Knockout fled the deceptimers and pleaded sanctuary with the automers. It was hard. Adjusting. Seeing old enemies as new friends. Sometimes he'd start a fight or do something that made him feel like he was putting Knockout in danger and this caused him to feel unsafe and scared. But the more time he spent with you and the more time he spent with his new pod slowly these feelings faded away. With you tucked under his chin listening to his stories he felt he could take on the world.

Decepticon Mer Facility

Lugnut misses war. He misses blood and choas as roars echo through the waves, storms raging above the water. He misses the thrill of pleasing his master Megatron and the honor of being a deceptimer. He knows the war is over. That a truce was called and that everyone was tried for war crimes regardless of side. He now rots here, away from Megatron and his mate and sometimes it makes him tired. He lays down unmoving even as fish swim around him. He has no hunger only shame. Staring at the walls outside his container he pauses as you come in the tank. He can smell Megatrons scent on you and he knows you are a friend. As arms wrap around him he closes his eyes. The war is over but you and Megatron still stay loyal friends amd for now that is enough.

Blitzwing is often a whirl of emotions. Sadness is not usually one of them. Maybe he misses being free in the ocean. Maybe he misses war and choas or maybe without the war, without battle he realizes how lonely he is. The slits in his mouth are still as his mind reals over the war and all it's lost opportunities. Blitzwing pauses when he feels arms wrap around him. Chirping confused he turns and sees you giving him a hug. Tilting his helm he hums holding you close. Maybe the war and his purpose are over but at least he has you.

DreadWing put himself in here on purpose. Prime offered him a place in his pod but he refused. The war is over his brother is dead and no one cares about him. He's ready to join the AllSpark and see SkyQuake again. Laying down in his tank not eating he watches as you enter. You don't say anything but laying down next to him he knows you want too. He can't bring himself to pull away as you reach out and softly touch him. He simply closes his eyes and leans onto your touch letting out a sad trill. He is old and he is tired but you are young and so kind and he can't help but lean into your warm comforting touch and wander how he ever deserved such kindness? He doesn't question it and hums leaning into your touch content to just live even if it's not for much longer.

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lilikags · 3 years

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Hey congrats for the 200!! I love your writing!! You are amazing!!. Can i get a genshin matchup? Please 🥺. I'm a female, 22yo, bi. 5.2. I enjoy spending my time indoors but dont pass the opportunity to be outside. I prefer confort over fashion but than doesn't mean I'll not make an effort to look good. My favorite food is the spaghetti and the dish i enjoy the least is soup. Normally when I'm with a male I'm the one who leads and when im with a female is the other way around(not sexually speaking xD). My hobbies are drawing, what netflix in my bed, play videogames and reading. I value friendship ans im loyal to friends and a partner. I prefer honesty more than people protecting my feelings. Im also curios and willing to learn and listen to others and be open minded. I also enjoy helping people so i would totally help my partner with their job and give then the support they will need. I usually dont get mad at someone or something but if it happens i could be a bit violent. Specially when it vomes to protect my loved ones. I hope that works. Thank you!! Stay safe!!

Matchups and requests for Genshin Impact, Haikyuu, and Epic Seven are always open!

Lili, Teyvat’s Goddess of Love, matches you with...

Jean is always busy, but if she has time, she’ll definitely take you out to a scenic place nearby. She definitely needs the break, and she’d be delighted to take you along with her.

This woman struggles with cooking a little, and she hopes to get better at it. She’s definitely trying to learn how to make spaghetti (with the help of Albedo, who had somehow miraculously created a perfect balance between great tasting and incredibly healthy pasta) whenever she has some free time.

She is completely honest with you. She isn’t afraid to tell you anything, because she knows that you value honesty much more than anything. She also finds it hard to lie, as she is fully aware that the consequences are greater than the benefits, if any.

When she decided to date you, she made a long-term commitment. It took a while for her to decide, but she decided it was going to be worth it.

Sometimes, you bring her food at lunchtime while she’s working; she’ll give you a smile and a soft “thanks” before going back to her work and eating it at the same time. She really appreciates it, and it helps her deal with the massive amount of stress her job entails.

Jean sometimes needs to rant, and you’re always there to listen to her. She has an incredibly taxing job, and she deals with the biggest issues in Mondstat. It really helps her manage her stress and even with finding a solution to the seemingly infinite problems she needs to solve.

Kaeya made you soup on your birthday, to prank you. “Hey, happy birthday, I made you a soup myself!” After he left, Jean ate it for you. It was actually a good soup ngl.

After a long day of work, you would relax at home. Mostly just talking, but sometimes you’d do some drawing or reading or play a few games to pass the time and relax. It was really the best part of the day for Jean.

Jean is the most loyal person you could ever get. She has never batted an eye for anyone else and won’t. She will always be there for you and your best supporter, and no one will be as important to her than you.

A/N: I’m so sorry it took this long! I have a bunch of req >_< Anyways, I hope you liked this! <3 and tysm, I’m super happy I hit 200!

#genshin impact matchup #genshin matchup #genshin x reader #genshin x you #jean gunnhildr #jean gunnhildr x you #jean gunhildr x reader #jean imagines #jean x you #jean x reader

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artemuerto · 4 years

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Cat’s out

The Cat was out of the bag.

Read on AO3

Peter could feel the heavy staring as he kept walking by the long halls. He was late. He wasn’t usually late, not anymore as the younger version of himself who would struggle to keep up the early schedule of high school. Now, he felt confortable in his own skin and that confidence slowly found his way into his looks, his smile and even the way he talked and walked.

It was said confidence that helped him go through the silently stare contest that was being held on his account. He knew it would be impossible to escape them but still— had anybody any type of decency anymore? It’s not like he was walking around school naked, it wasn’t that bad, right?

He just had a baby in his arms.

His baby.

A baby no one knew about and who he would protect nail and tooth until his last breath, but after a last minute lecture he had no way of avoiding and no help close enough available, Peter was conscious his only option was to take his baby with him.

Ben was a happy, quiet little baby. Had his father’s eyes and long lashes while Peter gave him his curly messy locks and chubby, rosy cheeks; Ben had been a miracle. An absolute impossible miracle that not in millions of years they would have thought it was happening for real. But, again, what were their lives about?

Fighting aliens in distant galaxies, sharing food from unspeakable planets and coming back on time for a presentation at Stark Expo or the mandatory family dinner on Thursday nights.

Discovering he was with child had been a disconcerting surprise. Yes, he hadn’t been using proper protection for about a year, but he never had to worry about the possibility... and a cold morning in January he got sick.

They thought it was just his spider sense going wired due to temperature but after bloodwork came in, both soon-to-be parents stared at each other in eerie silence.

Months later they welcomed Ben in scared tears and shaky, open arms. Peter had lost so much blood, had passed out that the doctors were honestly to god praying for his powers to kick in and bring him back.

Now, the warm peanut of joy was never out of his sight and even the Peter tingle was even more sensitive.

Peter reached the classroom for the special lecture, it was a far auditorium at the edge of campus and it was buzzing with eager energy, laugh and half conversations. Ned waved happily at the sight of them and Gwen was waiting for them at the end of the stairs, they had saved a seat for him, not so high near the exit, closest seat toward the door next to the stairs.

“How’s my beautiful godson?” Gwen talked in whispers not wanting to awake the sleeping beauty and cooed at his tiny hands curled in a fist.

“He refused to sleep almost all night. Turn in around six, so I think he should sleep through the whole class.”

“He’s an angel.” Gwen smiled wide as Ned came closer to look at Ben.

“That’s my spider baby giving his dads some trouble.” Peter looked at his friend so unimpressed and finally sat wondering what was the fuzz all about, he hadn’t had a chance to see who they were listening to.

“You know Ben is perfect. He doesn’t give us any problems.”

“Wait until a couple of years. He’ll be a heartbreaker, I can tell.” Peter scolded and Ben moved in his sleep winning their attention in a breath.

“Either way—“ He hushed his baby. “Who is coming today? Why were you so damn persistent on me coming today?” Both his friend gasped loudly with a tint of fake-ness.

“No cursing in front of the child, Pete. We taught you better.”

“Idiots.” He murmured. “Your godparents are idiots, love. And I hate them so much.”

“Not for long.” Gwen leaned into him and said half smiling.

The doors came in wide open and everyone else attention was caught. The one and only Tony Stark was standing proud in a three pieces suit and pink tinted glasses, smiling with both arms extended as he made his way to the center and started his conference.

It was one of his annual shows-up at random moments to see everybody’s brilliance and finance some projects he thought had a future and would love to see come to life under his wings.

In between his entrance, Tony couldn’t help to pay attention to Peter and the sleeping form of a baby in his arms, even still, the boy wouldn’t denied himself to be close to Ben; Peter needed to feel the warmth coming from his form and if he focus, he could hear him breath and was on the verge of synchronizing their heartbeats. Tony’s features relaxed for moments and smiled softly. A group of girls behind them giggled and for a moment Peter worried Ben was about to wake up but his boy stayed safe and sound.

Later on— the class continue. Mister Stark was smart, funny, witty and flirty, but they already knew that. The Class laughed at his jokes and shyly answered his questions, Peter imagined Ben would stay the same through the whole lecture.

He was wrong.

At the back of his mind Ben knew he was safe. In the softest cocoon surrounded by his mommy’s scent, he could grasp him with his hand and feel him in his palm, Ben could sleep forever.

Until he heard it—

He heard his daddy’s laugh.

Ben sighed opening his eyes, Peter was too attached to Tony’s to realized Ben was up but even blindly, he moved so his son could be free from his embrace.

Trying to sit was how Peter saw Ben awake and instantly smiled kissing his cheeks.

“Mommy—“ Ben whispered sitting back so he could focus better on the person walking around. “Daddy?” He questioned looking at Peter with curious eyes and for a moment Peter feared.

They had never—

“Yes, sweetheart.” Ben giggled stealing attention and some classmates melted unable to not love the pureness of the baby in Peter’s arms. “That’s Daddy.” Ben had seen Tony’s conferences before, usually backstage and away from the noise. The boy kept still just looking at his dad with gleamy eyes and pleased gurgling. Peter thought it was gonna be the same.

Wrong.

Ben hadn’t seen his father in over five days and it was the longest time ever. Yes, he had pictures, videos and calls but nothing compared to be in his father’s arms.

Doctor said Ben had developed a case of attachment. Since birth he had never been away from any of his parents for more than mere minutes, both being scared of loosing him.

“Daddy!” Ben spoke with such clarity that being a different time Peter would be static, but now? In a room full of strangers, it was not the best.

Tony stopped in a heartbeat at the sound of his son’s voice and for seconds Peter and him held a silent conversation. Nobody knew about them, about their relationship and much less about Ben, and they wanted to keep it like that for a long time. But it seem his boy had other plans.

Tony could see Ben wide awake and aching to reach his daddy, Peter had him secure in his grasp but never tight enough to hurt or make him wiggle. He had two options:

Ignore Ben request and Peter would try to calm him but eventually Peter would leave, Ben was persistent.

Or he could pleased his baby boy and have him in his arms.

It seemed Peter was about to flee out in option one when Ben called for him one last time looking distress, then and there Tony knew it would be impossible to ignore.

“Mo-mmy—“ He complained. “DADDY!” He called eager and chirped as he saw his daddy coming his way. Peter looked troubled in what to do so Tony safe him.

Tony held Ben in his arms and languidly kissed both his cheeks erupting a joyful laugh.

“Hey, baby boy” Ben hid under Tony’s neck and shyly looked at his mom as if feeling guilty for leaving him alone. “Hey, sweetheart.” Tony smoothly said as greeting, making Peter laugh.

Soon after the shock was gone and people started talking bringing questions. They still had twenty minutes of class.

“He missed you.”

“Did he?” Playfully winked at Peter to turn to the class.

“Alright everybody. We gotta wrap up fast.”

#arte muerto #mis escritos #starker #pro starker #now in english #theres a baby in here

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just-some-gt-trash · 4 years

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26.-Collect

The prompt list was made by @hiddendreamer67

This is the third part of 12.-Accident and 17.-Obey

TW: yelling, crying, panic atack mention, guilt

Virgil’s computer had been on for an hour, an empty page of word on it, his music sounding on the background, he had to write a poem or essay or whatever reflecting the insecurities in the world and how did he felt about them.

The school had gone crazy since Roman’s mysterious disappearance, talks about kidnappings and the school council offered therapies sessions for the students that felt insecure or other feelings they wanted to express.

Virgil had had at least one panic attack every day for the past week, ending on a couple of objects shrinking, he felt guilty most of the time but didn’t want to show vulnerability in front of Roman, he had to fear him, he had to regret everything he did to him.

He groaned and hit his head on the keyboard, here was nothing he could express on his work, how was he supposed to write about how he shrunk Roman and was keeping him as a pet in order to get revenge?

Roman raised his sight at the sound, he had learned to listen and do everything Virgil said, the fear of becoming even smaller was not the only thought on his head, Virgil could do anything to him a this size, and Roman had no way to stop him, however, his personality didn’t really matched with him, he had to stay quiet if Virgil didn’t spoke to him, and for him it was very hard to not give his opinion, especially since Virgil had the habit of talking to himself.

“Do you need help?” He asked unconsciously, Virgil raised his head and looked at him, Roman realised what he had done “I-Im sorry... Just forget what I said I-I didn’t mean to...”

“No” Virgil opened the terrarium door and reached to grab Roman “you could actually be useful for this” he took the shrunken guy out of his prison and left him in front of his computer.

Roman tried not to struggle on Virgil’s grip until he was freed “M-Me?... How?”

“You’re creative, I need to write something about how I feel about your disappearance or something like that”

“My disappearance...” he turned to see the screen and the keyboard “well, I can’t write about how you feel if I don’t know” Roman turned to face Virgil again “how you feel” he finished his sentence.

Virgil huffed and rolled his eyes “That doesn’t matter, everyone lies on this stuff”

Roman sighed “right” he turned back to the computer and after figuring out how, he started to write, he had to jump from key to key, he stopped when he heard Virgil trying not to laugh and turned once again to face him “What?”

“It’s just ‘The school doesn’t feel like a safe place anymore’ that doesn’t sound like me”

“Well, I barely know you and you don’t want to tell me how you feel”’ Roman crossed his arms as he walked to the erase key “It’s obvious it’s not going to sound lie you”

Virgil groaned and pressed the erase key aggressively just in front of Roman “Again with the feelings? Why is that so important?”

Roman yelped and fell on one of the keys “Yes again with them! And I can’t believe you’re feeling nothing while you keep me trapped here!”

“Oh you think I’m not feeling anything?! Of course I am! I literally kidnapped you and I have hide my panic attacks when my house was my confort zone but now I can’t show any weakness in front of you because you’re supposed to fear me!”

Roman was shocked, he looked down and stayed silent, Virgil took a deep breath and stopped his rage before he shrunk something else “Great, and now you know, go on, make fun of me, tease me or whatever”

“Virgil...” he stood up and walked to him slowly “I thought you hated me...”

“I do”

“What?”

“I despise you, do you know how hard it is to fit in when you start panicking out of sudden in the middle of a class? Nobody wanted to be friend of the anxious boy in middle school, after that my panic attacks stopped being frequent, but you know what brought them back? You, I couldn’t walk in the hall without fearing you would come to shove me in a locker where I would have to wait until I got the courage to ask for help, I was starting to think somebody would want to be friends with me, but in a matter of days I was the anxious boy that nobody liked again, all because of one person,, who insisted on being cruel to the wrong person”

“I-I...” Roman backed away from Virgil “I had no idea... I-I was being a dork wasn’t I? I don’t think I even had a reason to tease you...’ he laughed awkwardly “‘Maybe you’re right and I deserve this! I was just ruining your life and now you’re ruining mine!” He leaned on the screen and slid until he was sitting “And I’m going insane here...” he hugged his knees “I’m going to be trained to be a nice little pet and just listen and obey...”

Virgil’s expression changed “Roman...” he cupped Roman and brought him close to his chest petting his back “I’m sorry”

“Don’t apologise” Roman grabbed Virgil’s shirt as he cried “This is all my fault...”

“Maybe, but you don’t have to share the guilt, and I promise you won’t be a pet anymore”

Roman sniffed “I should... you don’t have to stop my punishment... I deserve it”

Virgil frowned and continued to pet Roman’s back, he wasn’t going to stop now that this idea was on his head, he looked around his room trying to think on what to do, he carefully placed Roman back on the terrarium, he had just given him a small cloth and some cotton balls for a bed... maybe he should start with that, he closed the terrarium’s door “Wait here, I have to go get something”

He stood up and got out of the room, the idea of revenge no longer on his mind, the only thing he wanted now was to help Roman, but for that, he had some stuff to collect.

To be continued...

Taglist:

@snekky-boi

@agentblackkat

@brain-deadx0

@notkolaidoscop

@tiny-peter-rabbit

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geniedocroe · 4 years

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hi I really love your ships. Can I request one? I’m 5’5, and I have shoulder length dirty blonde hair, brown eyes, and I’m on the curvy/chubbish side :) Very introverted. I struggle with shyness, so it takes me a while to open up. I worry about everything. Really close to my family, and I care a lot!! I’m kind of a mom friend. I enjoy playing piano, reading scary books, movies, oldies music, Halloween, and going on mini road trips. I’m also a complete klutz and will trip on thin air. Thanks!!

as an s/o:

sometimes i’ll read a request & be like hm i haven’t shipped anybody w them in a while and i don’t think i’ve shipped anybody w gene like at all

ALSO this will be my last ship for tonight because i’m tired so you are special

we know eugene doesn’t appear to have many friends throughout the series

(my achy breaky heart 💔)

you and eugene clicked almost immediately

you went on a date & it was silent a lot of the time but it was a confortable silence

gene led a lot of the conversation & you listened eagerly and happily

he got you to laugh & smile and he was so proud of himself because wow that’s progress

he knows how difficult it can be to be very quiet & shy and at times he felt very alone and he never wants you to feel that way

the two of you attended an easy company reunion and for as long as you had known eugene, he had never really talked about the men he served with

they seemed like an amazing bunch

at first it was scary when an excited ginger called babe ran up to gene and gave him the biggest hug in the existence of hugs

people didn’t exactly tend to notice you because you stood beside gene silently and just observed

and you never left his side

you stood hand in hand for most of the time babe chatted with him

gene finally got babe to be quiet and he took that time to introduce you

you gave babe a timid smile but you still didn’t speak

babe told gene that you seemed perfect for him

you let gene speak with all of his old friends and didn’t dare to interrupt once

carwood lipton came up to you at one point and began to ask you questions very politely

this was one man you had soon started to appreciate

gene loves to sit beside you at the piano with his hear on your shoulder and watch you play

he finds it very relaxing

he finds everything very relaxing

he was a war medic after all

i love the idea of gene being the lightest sleeper ever

you know this abt him and always try your hardest to not wake him if you wake up before him or need water or whatever

however he is always wake at any sudden movement or if you sit up

he’s always peering at you in the dark with a confused expression

“what’s wrong what happened”

most nights he’ll fall asleep before you because his body had missed out on so many hours of sleep for years that it lets itself shut down once genes brain is like sleep time

you’ll be reading a book very very quietly and gene will gasp in his sleeping and then bolt awake & be sitting straight up

it gives you a heart attack everytime but you just set your book aside, pull him into you, and fall asleep together

sometimes the two of you will just be walking and you’ll trip and then gene will compare you to babe

at first you didn’t understand who babe was but then you had met him at the reunion and you decided it wasn’t too bad to be compared to a ray of sunshine

as a bestfriend:

did y’all know on june 1, 2019 i went to my very first concert & that was a nkotb concert

this is the ultimate mother

he saw you being all quiet and panicked at the easy reunion and decided to spark of a convo

you didn’t feel uncomfortable talking to lip

you actually appreciated him very well and instead of spending the rest of the night glued to gene you spent a lot of it at lips side

he introduced you to many easy veterans

you were very quiet meeting them & gene watched you from afar w a smile on his face

people began to ask if you were with lip and how long you had known him

lip told them the two of you had just met and you were actually with doc roe & they were like ohhhh that makes sense

everybody likes lip

they understood that you ofc were gonna warm up to him quickly

you and lip go on spontaneous one day road trips sometimes & gene is very confused

he’ll come home from a shift at the hospital and you will get home right after him

you tell him that you went on a trip with lip and then he’s a lot less confused

he trusts that lip will keep you safe

and gene knows how fast it took you and lip to become friends

it was very fast

whenever there’s a problem you call lip

he’s like a mother

he will drop anything he’s doing and help you

at other easy reunions years later when you and eugene have been married for forever people like to joke that you and lip seemed so married but you had barely known him

you had now known these men for years and you’d roll your eyes and tell them to shut up

gene & lip would watch you do this & they think back to the very first east reunion they attended

lip thinks back to the very first time he met you

and you are not the same person

#band of brothers #hbo war #easy company #eugene roe #carwood lipton

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