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xiaohuayaos · 2 months
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i really love your lbfad posts, You really Get the characters. I'm so fond of the mortal arc in particular because it shows the characters being able to goof off and have some silly fun. It's wild but I once saw someone get through the entire mortal arc of the show and somehow come to the conclusion dfqc is just awful and abusive? Truly bizzare takes on the wider internet.
Aw, I'm glad you enjoy my posts- I appreciate knowing 💗 but yeah the wider internet can be Very interesting.... I think one of the first things I saw outside tumblr about the show was a decent review that I was enjoying reading up until the point when the author just started in on how terrible and annoying Xiao Lanhua was and how she only watched the show in spite of her and I was just ??????? like at the end of the day we are all entitled to our own opinions and feelings but there's a lot of opinions and feelings I do not agree with <3 to put it nicely <3
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starfruit-selfships · 2 years
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Idk how often you (or anyone) feel this considering you have more than one f/o. But I only have one f/o and I love him so so much. He brings me so much comfort and makes me happy.
But sometimes it's overwhelming; it's almost like I need to take a break? Or maybe I don't like seeing SO many other people shipping with him or calling him cute/sexy names. I don't mind if others ship with him, although I don't want to share him.
I'm sure there's much more I could say but I don't wanna make this too long. Thank you if you read this!
that makes total sense to me ! fun fact , ur still actually so cool and valid for only having one f/o and i think its so good that he makes you so happy and comfortable !!
but being around even the coolest most awesomest epic swag person to ever live can get tiring after a while , gotta recharge yk ?
plus i Totally get you on like ,,, most of the points here actually , if not all maybe not in the same way or to the same degree but yeah
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oh... you love me | spencer reid
spencer x fem!bau!reader summary: four times spencer realizes you love him + one time he realizes he loves you back (platonically, of course). genre: fluff! idiots in love! sloow burn with friends to (closer) lovers! warnings: none? i think. a/n: AAA, ngl, i am a little excited abt this one. i really (really really) hope you like it! i am not patient enough to wait until midnight, so here it is! happy valentine's, gorgeous! word count: 3.1k ish series masterlist
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i. (1st) friday.
You had only been on the team for a couple of weeks, but you had treated him with more kindness than he had ever received in his twenty-three years of life. Spencer doesn’t understand you, and he understands almost everything. He doesn’t understand why when your eyes meet, your first instinct is to narrow your gaze at him until both breaks in a smile. He doesn’t understand why you’re willing to listen to him talk about his interests. He doesn’t understand why you don’t shut him up when he goes off on tangents in the profiles. And, above all, he doesn’t understand why your gaze keeps such a warm space for him as if it was reserved.
But, for the first time in his life, he decides that it’s okay to not understand something. It doesn’t really matter. Not when being around you is so easy. His entire existence has felt like a knot too tight. But at your side, it is as if he was made of the softest silk in the world that slides in the elixir of the universe. He looks for you and his heart beats comfortably when he finds you in front of him, as always. Your brow is furrowed as you look through a folder. He decides to go help you.
“Hi,” he breathes, sitting on the edge of your desk. He puts his hands in his pockets so they don't stay hanging.
“Spencer,” you grin at him.
“You need help?” he asks, nodding towards the manila folder in your hands.
“Oh, no, don’t worry about it,” you quickly assure. “Besides, I don’t want Hotch to call you out again for helping me.”
Spencer just shakes his head. He doesn’t mind Hotch. No, if it means he can help you. “It was nothing,” he says, shrugging. He wavers, getting back on his feet. “Uhm- alright, I’ll let you work, then.”
“Wait!” you say, looking for something inside your bag. You take out two rectangular papers. “One for you and one for whoever you want. I won this, uh, giveaway for a Russian science fiction festival, but uhm, I didn’t realize the movies weren’t going to be subtitled.” You smile, cheeks hot with embarrassment. “But then I remembered I work with a genius who happens to love sci-fi and knows russian.”
Spencer stares at the tickets in your hand. This, without a doubt, takes the prize for things he doesn’t understand about you. Did you think about him? You not only pay attention to him, but you keep him in mind. Enough to thread his interests with him. Oh. Is he having a panic attack? Or why is his heart making so much noise? Norepinephrine. Dopamine. Serotonin. Cortisol. Oh. The chemicals of love. Is that it? You love... him? (And he loves you back?)
As friends, of course, he thinks a second too late.
“Spencer?” you call him, worry outlining your expression. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable- Sorry. I just- thought you’d wanted to go? It was silly, sorr-“
“No,” he says, perhaps too strong, high-pitched voice. He clears his throat. “No. Sorry. It’s… yeah. I’d love to go. Thank you. But uh…”
You look up at him. Nothing else holds your attention. He can’t take it. He clears his throat again.
“One ticket is enough,” he says. “You- you can use the other one, if you want.” There’s a pause. Your eyes are cautious, like you don’t want to misunderstand him. “I- I can whisper the translations of the movies for you. If you want.”
Oh, God. Why’d he say that. He’s going to ruin this friendship before it can properly start-
“I’d love to, Spencer,” you beam.
He lets out a shy smile, before finally taking the ticket out of your hand, which is now resting on your lap. He doesn’t think it too much and leans in to reach it. He reads the day: Friday, eight pm.
“Reid,” Hotch says, behind him. Spencer stiffens. “Why aren’t you on your desk?”
ii. chopsticks.
“Ey, ey, ey,” Morgan calls you out. “Not cheating, pretty girl.”
Spencer watches you smile softly as you shrug and he takes the fork you pass him under the table. His fingers brush yours for a few seconds and he is now filled with nervous laughter fighting to get out.
“What do you mean?” you ask Morgan, with trained innocence. “I just went to the bathroom.”
Spencer stares at his plate full of Thai food to avoid the stares of the rest of the team. He doesn't want to face them with blushing cheeks. He replaces his chopsticks with the fork that you just most likely asked for in the kitchen when you “went to the bathroom.” His lungs stutter with emotion every time you make small gestures like these. His big brain doesn't process the efforts you make for him.
“The rubber trick didn’t work out this time?” JJ asks him, her blue eyes catching the soft glam of the lamps in the restaurant.
“Uh, no. It didn’t work last time either,” he shrugs, rolling the noodles up and savoring his first bite of the night.
JJ nods, without saying more. He didn’t mean to, well, be mean. But what if he was? Should he apologize now? Or would that make things worse? He looks at you, searching for comfort, but you avoid his eyes. Oh. How can he managed to make things worse without saying anything? It has to be a special talent being this awkward socially.
When the team’s conversation flows back to normal course, away from his lack of skill with chopsticks, Spencer searches your gaze again. You’re not participating much in the general conversation. And it’s not that you ever talk too much, actually, but you are always engaged-on and laugh at the jokes they make. Spencer ventures out and fumbles for your hand under the table. He finds your knee and he’s mortified that it can make you uncomfortable, so he lets go of it immediately. But then you look at him and offer him a slight smile. Your hand meets his halfway his retreat and you intertwine your fingers with his. The feeling of your palm against his, far from scaring him, reassures him into reality. It makes him self-aware in a nice way. As if he was grateful to be alive for the first time.
“You okay?” Spencer mouths without making a sound.
You nod right away. “Yeah,” you whisper back. “Is your food not good?”
“No, it’s great,” he assures you giving a gentle squeeze to your hand. “Thank you.”
“Well, how can it be a dinner if you don’t eat anything?” you smile, the spark of the joke shining in your eyes.
He softly laughs and nods, bashful. He wants to soak in your affection, even if he doesn’t truly know how to do that.
“Where are your hands, pretty ones?” Morgan then says, with a knowing glance and a smirk blossoming on his face.
iii. hand sanitizer.
You have been called by one of the states with the lowest police budget. The air is warm and dust settles on Spencer’s tongue. The AC smells stale. And the space you’ve been given to work is as small as a single cubicle back in the bullpen. These are difficult conditions for a germaphobe like Spencer. But he is trying to cope.
When Prentiss and Morgan arrive with the takeout, the tiny room immediately fills with burger-flavored steam. Spencer is going to throw up. He slips into the hallway in search of the bathroom. He tries not to think about how little they have to clean it when he sees the tartar accumulated at the base of the sink. He turns the rusty knob, but the water never comes. What. This is it. How they expect him to eat with dirty hands.
He sighs resignedly. His stomach growls, but he ignores it as he walks past the assigned little room. He leaves the precinct and breathes in clean air. He can always eat at the hotel, where there is water. And functional AC. And the atmosphere doesn’t stink of grease and sweat. The door sounds behind him and he turns, ready to explain to Hotch that he’ll be back in a second. But he finds you holding two bags of hamburgers in one hand and two ice cold sodas in the other. He rushes to help you.
“No, wait,” you stop him. You stick out your hip a little. “Beside my badge,” you tell him, “there’s hand sanitizer.”
The relief that runs through him is like a splash of cold water in the middle of this boiling pot of germs. He lifts the hem of your shirt slightly. The cotton feels soft between his fingers. Once the small plastic vase is in sight, he carefully removes it from the buckles of your jeans. Colorless, odorless, and alcohol-free. Spencer might cry. In fact, is he about to do it? His throat closes with emotion. Your affection wraps around him like a damp cloth: refreshing and clean. It’s hard for him to believe that someone could care so much about him.
Your love always takes him by surprise, no matter how long you’ve been friends. He can’t get used to you. Every time he enters the bullpen, it’s like he’s seeing you for the first time (even though you’re the first thing his eyes look for). He doesn’t know how to explain it. He doesn’t know how to explain you. You are that scent that reminds him of home but that he could never describe. You’re that ethereal to him. But you are also kindness materialized. You are gestures full of palpable consideration. Like the gel that he’s consciously sliding between each line of his palms.
“Thank you,” he says, although it’s such a short and meaningless phrase for what he actually wants to say.
“It’s nothing,” you brush off, passing him his burger and soda. “It is pretty crazy to eat with dirty hands, after all. You are just more sane than any of us,” you smile.
He shakes his head, laughing. That’s a first. Him being called more normal because of his phobia of germs, and not a total freak like he’s used to.
“You want to sit down?” Spencer asks you, looking at the edge of the sidewalk with some displeasure. But he can handle it if you prefer to eat sitting down.
“I’m fine,” you assure him, unwrapping your own meal.
“Wait!” he says. He opens the hand sanitizer again. “Your hands, please.”
You smile, amused. “Oh?” you joke. “Are you asking for my hand, Spencer?”
He knows you well enough by now. But he blushes anyway while laughing. “Hands. In plural, angel.”
iv. chocolate donuts.
Spencer has been frowning at the same spot for solid ten minutes.
“Pretty boy,” Morgan calls him. “She’s still not there.”
Spencer snaps back to reality and reluctantly tears his gaze away from your empty desk. “I’m gonna check Garcia’s office.”
“She’s not there either,” Morgan tells him, leaning back in his chair.
“Wh- How do you know that?” Spencer’s expression is near to pouting.
“Babygirl told me. I’ve already asked her,” Morgan shruggs. He’s enjoying this a bit.
“Well,” Spencer sighs in frustration. “Then where is she?”
“Why? Missing her already?” Morgan teases.
Spencer mumbles a shut up under his breath and buries himself in the remaining cases he has to review. Since he woke up, the day has felt against him. He missed his usual train. He doesn’t like the socks he picked out today. His tie is more crooked than normal. His cardigan feels rough. His coffee isn’t sweet enough. And now, you’re not here. He went to the bathroom for a second to splash cold water on his face, and when he came back you were no longer at your desk. Not that he was going to tell you anything important, but seeing you is always a kind of comfort.
He’s about to ignore Morgan and check Garcia’s office anyway when he sees you through the glass doors. He almost jumps from his seat to go meet you, but Morgan’s gaze is insistent enough to save him the guaranteed humiliation. He clears his throat and pretends his desk isn’t right next to Morgan’s.
“Oh, hi,” Spencer casually greets you when you stop by his desk.
Morgan huffs, biting a laugh back.
“Hey,” you answer back, sliding a brown paper bag across his desk.
“Are those…?” he asks, looking at you with stars in his eyes.
“Mhm. Fresh batch and all,” you grin at him.
A few blocks down from the Bureau, there is a bakery that sells the best chocolate donuts. Sometimes you two stretch your lunch time as long as you can and go for a treat. Most of the time it’s just you and him. But other times Penelope comes along. Or JJ. Prentiss, even, if she’s feeling it. But Spencer’s favourite times, he must admit, are when you two are alone.
He opens the bag and immediately the smell of chocolate melts his bad mood. But is that really what disintegrates his heart into a sugary puddle? Or is your detail the responsible? Or are you the reason?
Morgan leans over the cubicle divider and peels a piece of paper from the bag. The color leaves Spencer’s face and he looks at you in panic. You laugh and try to take it from Morgan, taking advantage of your position of standing.
“Uh-oh,” Morgan stands up as well, holding the paper out of your reach. “You guys are passing notes like high-school lovers?”
“High-school lovers?” Prentiss asks, pocking her head out of her cubicle with amusing curiosity.
Spencer is going to die.
“Morgan,” you laugh, shaking your head. “That’s just the receipt.” 
Morgan then looks properly at the piece of paper in his hand. You’re right. He laughs as well.
“But you should have seen the look on Reid’s face,” he jokes, nudging Spencer’s side.
“Here,” you cut him off, giving to him the other brown paper bag. “Take it to Penelope.”
“Alright, alright, mamma,” he rolls his eyes, smiling. “I don’t promise these are gonna make it to her, tho.”
Prentiss is behind him as they come out of the bullpen. “I don’t promise either.”
“You better leave some donuts for Penelope!” you warn, before turning to Spencer with a smile bright as the moon. He smiles back, unable to do anything else.
“Thanks for the donuts. You didn’t have to,” he tells you.
“Of course I had to,” you answer decisively. You take a post-it note out of your pocket. “This one isn’t a receipt.”
Spencer takes the note carefully in his hands. You know Morgan’s right when he calls you pretty boy, don’t you? ;). He laughs and folds the note neatly, so he can keep it forever in his wallet. He looks at you and finally understands that you love him. No, he still doesn’t know how to explain it. But he doesn’t need to. Instead, he takes your hand and tugs it, pulling you towards him. You let out a little sound of surprise. Spencer knows he’s never this affectionate. But maybe he should start being more so. He presses his cheek against your tummy, hugging you around the waist. It takes you a second to get over your surprise, but when you do, you run your fingers through his hair. The hug doesn’t last more than a moment, but the sensation stays with Spencer for the rest of the day. His socks look better, his cardigan is soft again, his coffee is just fine and now he has chocolate donuts. And you’re back at your desk. Today turned out well for him, after all.
+ physics magic!
It’s a slow day at the office. Spencer has finished all the paperwork he had remaining. You are about to do it. The clock hands are closer at midnight than at 10 pm. In reality, a few hours ago Spencer already finished what he had to do. But leaving without you feels wrong. Besides, he’s not going to let you take the train alone this late, that would be definitely wrong.
But he’s… bored. He already read all the books he has on his desk. In fact, he makes a mental note to bring new ones tomorrow so he has something to do. But right now? He doesn’t know how to kill time. Seeing you is always interesting, but he doesn’t think it’s too professional to watch you intently for the remaining time. Then it occurs to him that he can distract you for a couple of minutes. After all, breaks are important and allow the brain to be more productive if they are properly stimulated.
He digs into his satchel and checks that he has what he needs. A half-finished bottle of water. An aspirin. And a small tube. It’s perfect. He stands up excitedly, almost tripping on his way to your desk. You take your tired gaze off the folder you are reviewing and smile confused at the strange image of Spencer about to make little jumps.
“What is it?” you laugh, discarding the folder in your desk.
“You want to see something cool?” Spencer is confident about this one. Confident enough to use unusual words on his tongue.
You shoot your brows up but nod eagerly. “Of course.”
“Alright. Watch. I am gonna show you my magic’s secrets.”
Spencer clears a small space on your desk. He breaks the aspirin in two and drops the powder into the tube. He doesn't have a syringe, but he can manage. With extreme care, he pours a couple of water drops. He covers the small container and shakes it, then leaves it upside down. He looks at you with a huge smile. You give him back half of a one.
“Uhm, that was great?” you try.
“It’s not done yet,” he laughs. “Watch.”
You nod again and focus your attention on the experiment. You don’t do it reluctantly. Not even with boredome. There is no hint of mockery in your expression. And that’s when Spencer realizes how much you mean to him. How much you’ve done for his self-confidence just by being nice to him. How much he hopes to be able to return the favor sometime. At the table, the foam begins to bubble in anticipation at the base of the tube, and then it happens. The tube shoots out. The realization lands on his chest. Spencer realizes how much he loves you. You look at him amazed.
“That was great!” you beam at him.
Physically, he knows it's not possible. But Spencer feels like the stars themselves shine just on you. “Yeah, it’s great,” he smiles at you.
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tinyluvs · 1 year
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Rafe and reader arguing and she flashes him to end the argument and win it
i’ve won many an argument doing this so 🌝 *mdni!*
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the door of the cameron house slams and you flinch, your eyes widening as you turn to the sound of the footsteps rapidly approaching. rafe barrels into the kitchen looking, for lack of a better word, mad
“oh boy” you mutter to yourself before slapping a sickly sweet smile on your face, “hi baby, how’re you?”
rafe raises an eyebrow at you. the breakfast bar counter separates the two of you, “don’t baby me right now” he snaps, crossing his arms over his chest
you know exactly what you did but just in case he’s mad over something else, you don’t admit to anything. “why?” you ask with a slight pout and a tilt of your head
your boyfriend rubs a hand over his face and sighs deeply, “so i was at the country club,” he starts and you hum, “heard some talk about things you’d said”
he knows. you mentally curse, rapidly trying to come up with something to get you out of trouble but nothing springs into action fast enough for you
“do you have any idea what trouble you’ll start if you start saying that shit?” rafe hisses at you, his hands planting onto the counter as he leans towards you
stupidly, you’d got a little drunk and gone on a rather long, rambling, tangent about how fucked the island system is. the way the pogue’s have no electricity or running water sometimes and the kook’s never have any issues
you frown, “but it’s true! kie was telling me ho-”
“i don’t care what kie said! i’m talking about you and what you said” rafe cuts you off, raising his voice over yours, “it’s the fucking country club, full of kooks” he points out
a sigh tumbles past your lips and your hand swipes through your hair, “so i can talk about it, just not at the country club?” you shoot back with an attitude
rafe stares at you, “just don’t talk about it at all for a while, okay?” he huffs, standing back up straight. even with the counter between you, he has to look down at you, his eyes burning into yours
“okay, god, i’m sorry” you roll your eyes but you realise that was a mistake when he growls, deep in his chest
he turns away from you, pacing up and down in the kitchen, “but you’re not sorry because you do this all the fucking time” he starts to ramble, “you’re my girlfriend, you live here with me an-”
you drown him out. watching him stop in front of the glass doors that lead out onto the patio. he rubs at his jaw as he continues to talk
“it’s not that deep, rafe” you mumble and drum your fingers off of the counter, “i won’t talk about it”
rafe doesn’t even acknowledge you talking, his rant continuing, his words louder than yours, “it makes my family look bad, my girlfriend going around talking about how we live and how it’s unfair to pogues, god!”
sighing deeply, you start to slide your fingers under the hem of your crop top, inching it up until you’re exposing your tits. your nipples perk up and you cross your arms underneath your boobs
still rafe doesn’t notice, “so stupid, this is how the island works, the kooks and the fucking pogues and it only works that way becau-”
“because what?”
he turns, finally. his words dying on his tongue as his eyes immediately draw to your chest. he licks over his bottom lip, watching your hand ghost over the swell of your tit and up to your neck
“because what, rafe?” you repeat yourself, challenging him even though you know you’ve won. his eyes darken and he moves around the breakfast bar, still leaving enough space between you
puffing his cheeks out, he admits defeat, “doesn’t matter” he grumbles. lust outweighs his annoyance for your argument ending tactics
you smirk, “didn’t think so,” you hum smugly. he closes the distance between you, hand sliding up your side until his thumb is brushing against your nipple
he bends and uses his free hand to pull your leg up, forcing you to jump, legs wrapping around his waist, “don’t do it again,” he mumbles against your neck, shifting you higher up his body so he can trail his lips down to your tit
“hmm, it’s quite fun winning the argument though” you snicker and push your tongue between your lips, titling your head back slightly.
his hand slaps against the your asscheek, his teeth grazing harshly against your nipple, causing you to cry out, something between a moan and a shout.
“don’t push it” he warns but you will, because the after argument sex always leaves you bruised and marked and so, so full and you’re too addicted to it
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matrixbearer2024 · 1 month
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In response to your latest post I have two ideas! First one is kinda based off my oc, a gn Goetia shape shifter. They hide their true form but when they fall asleep or are exhausted their magic wears off and reveals Goetia features.
And the second one is more simple. Reader is having a shitty day and just wants some comfort from their super busy bf!Vox
Comfort Cuddles
Vox x fem!Reader
A/N: I'm just gonna go off on a tangent and fulfill some of the requests in my inbox while slowly writing for the series- Kinda just wanna write some other stuff even if it's still with Vox hahahaha!
A/N: I'm sorry if yall were expecting an interlude or an update- I'm still figuring stuff out with the storyline so I'm gonna take a breather and just do some other short stories. Anyway, as always- I hope you guys enjoy this little thing and happy reading!
Vox wasn't really surprised when he heard the loud slam of a door.
Especially when it was you stomping in cursing under your breath about some minor inconvenience you went through on the way home.
He'd taken notice of your growing agitation throughout the day whenever you texted or called him.
Suffice to say, you weren't exactly having the best time at work.
While he wasn't able to really do much being a busy man himself, he could relate to being absolutely at your wits end because nothing went well.
"Shitty day?"
"That... doesn't even begin to explain what happened today."
Vox walked over and just wrapped his arm around you, to which you simply returned the hug- burying your face in his chest.
He used his other free hand to take your work bag and just dump it on a nearby table, he could deal with it later.
Still, the fact you just leaned against him while he did everything just cemented his assumption that you were absolutely exhausted from whatever you had gone through.
"Wanna talk about it?"
"Not really... can we just cuddle?"
You asking that reminded him of when you both first started dating.
Just the mess of everything he was and the ray of sunshine you were.
He even laughed off your very first offer to cuddle back then when he had a bad day.
Vox still remembered the memory so clearly.
"Wow, you... look really bad."
"Would expect so, today was less than ideal."
He grumbled irately, simply yanking his bowtie undone and tossing his hat somewhere else.
Let's not even mention his coat.
He could care less where anything was in his tiny frustrated bubble.
So when you randomly opened your arms to him, he was kind of confused.
"What- what are you doing?"
"Let me give you a hug, looks like you need it."
He'd initially laughed off the proposal, thinking you had simply been joking.
Only to figure out you were actually serious.
Vox hadn't ever experienced that kind of gentleness before, not in his past relationships when he was alive or even dead.
CoughcoughValentinoCoughCough-
But ever since then, he'd come to love just relaxing in your arms after a rough day.
Especially when you wouldn't really give him answers, just cooeing and humming like you agreed with whatever he said.
He wasn't looking for solutions, just comfort.
So that really really helped.
"Vox?"
Your voice broke his train of thought, snapping the overlord away from memory lane and bringing him back to reality.
Oh, right.
"You don't even have to ask darling."
He just smiled, picking you up in a bridal hold and making his way over to the couch.
Just like you would often do to him, he let you lay against his chest while gently carding his claws through your hair.
You simply just laid there, arms encircled around him and finding comfort in the warmth that came from the overlord.
Even the hum of his circuits that seemed to always just perpetually buzz.
"Thanks..."
Vox simply kissed your forehead in return, going back to his ministrations as you slowly calmed down.
It didn't really matter if it was you or if it was him going through an extremely horrid day.
Because both of you knew you always had each other to come home to.
"Anytime love, anytime."
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ampitrit3 · 5 months
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𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘨𝘴 | 𝘫.𝘰
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pairing- jenna ortega x fem!reader
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𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩- 𝘫𝘦𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘨𝘦𝘵'𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘸, 𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘵𝘰 𝘺/𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵
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your legs were sprawled on a couch just behind the camera. you had accompanied your girlfriend, jenna, to her interview for variety with elle fanning. you accompany her to a lot of interviews, but not once are you seen. to be frank, you're there for emotional support.
you were listening to everything that was said, and it was interesting. jenna has always been very opinionated, but you rarely hear her go on a 30-minute tangent about her experiences and opinions.
they talked about shows, accents, the city of london, any topic they could think of really. then they started talking about humor, elle said something about wanting to be funnier on instagram and kickstarted an entirely new conversation.
"you're thrown to the dogs- and you know i was actually just talking about this because when i first started acting my mom told me i had to use my platform for good. i had to be vocal about things that mattered to me or were important in the world or society or whatever. and i had to get good grades." jenna laughed. you knew the conversation was about to deepen. you swung your legs off the couch to give the interview your undivided attention.
your elbows rested atop your knees, slightly hunched over with your ears touching your shoulders. taking this moment to analyze your surroundings as well as the people in them. you girlfriend had cut her hair into a wolf cut. and it looked amazing on her, like a rebranding. 
"and i'm gonna be honest, and i'm gonna be vulnerable. because i want people to watch movies and get to know the people behind the camera and feel like they're attainable." you could see that elle was starting to pick up on the mood switch in the room. she adjusted herself in her seat, and her expression changed accordingly. 
"i guess i've been exposed to the world in a sense." you were listening intently now. jenna has expressed to you numerous times that the sudden fame that came with her show wednesday had taken a toll on her mental health. she's been more stressed and standoffish. you always let her know you would support her in anything she did and be there for her.
"people, prey on that and take advantage of that. and they see your vulnerability and twist it in a way that... twist it in a way that you don't always expect." you noticed as her voice became softer and more fragile. her eyes began to fill with tears and it nearly broke you knowing she felt this way.
jenna began apologizing for becoming emotional, but elle told her it was all okay. and you were grateful for that, that people understand vulnerability isn't weak but a sign of strength. that you can open up, and allow yourself to be read like poetry and be okay when people close your pages.
"how do you be honest without jeopardizing your own health and safety? and it's very easy to feel almost out of control of things."
you had known about jennas' struggles with mental health, then she published her book 'it's all love' about her mental health and overcoming it. you couldn't be any more proud of her. and now she was here, talking to a woman she idolized for years about the struggles of being a puppet. it was a full-circle moment.
"i'm sorry, can i just take a minute?" jenna asked, her voice still on the verge of breaking.
"of course, take as much time as you need." elle responded. she was so understanding of jenna's position and you were glad she was talking to someone that fully understood. you understood to an extent, given you were a writer. for jennas' show.
the brunette stood from her chair making direct eye contact with you. she was wiping stray tears from her face when you stood to meet her. she yanked you in by the waist, pressing her face into the hollows of your neck. you laid one hand on her head, and the other rubbed soothing patterns on her back.
she pushed you to sit back down on the couch behind you. she followed, placing herself next to you and swinging her legs onto your lap. you could hear her sniffling by your ear.
"there's nothing i can say because i don't completely understand. but i want to, i want to understand," you spoke in a hushed tone only loud enough for jenna to hear. your grip around her tightened when you heard her speak again.
"i have this... really really intense urge to be human, and honest, and just authentic. i don't want to be something i'm not. and it's terrifying!" you could hear her cries get louder as she pushed herself farther into your touch. 
she was heaving, and jenna was nearly inconsolable. nearly. jenna was strong, one of the strongest people you've ever met. not only that but she was loyal and persistent. 
"this has been longer than a minute," her sobs were mellowing as she finally shifted bringing her face back into the light. you moved your hand from the back of her head to wipe away the remaining tears. jenna finally smiled into your palm.
"i love you jen, and you are so much more than just an actress," you placed a tender kiss on her cheek. you felt her smile again under your touch.
"i love you more. thank you love."
she came back to her seat across from elle fanning, apologizing for her tiny meltdown.
"i hear you, and it's so beautiful that you are so open and honest about your feelings because i think not a lot of people are. and i think it's so courageous for you to put that out there, and to say that. I think it can also help so many people as well. it doesn't matter if we're in the public eye; we're all human beings and it is a feeling."
jenna's eyes were still a bit red s she continued the interview. a little while later elle touched on it again lightly, talking about her friends and family.
"i have to ask, that's your girlfriend, right? i'm not mistaken?" elle gestured to you on the couch still. you smiled at her as jenna answered.
"she is, but she's not only my girlfriend but my best friend" jenna was now looking at you as well.
"how long have you two been dating?"
"two years, known each other for five."
both of their gazes were now locked onto you as you smiled at jenna and her sweet words. she brought her hand up to signal for you to move over to her. you were hesitant for a moment, looking up to the cameraman who nodded at you.
you made your way over to jenna, wrapping your arms around her neck from behind as she intertwined your pinky with hers. you placed a small peck on her temple.
"this is y/n, my girlfriend." jenna's hand moved up behind her head to find itself on your cheek.
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cremedensada · 6 days
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I’m gonna need general hcs on interactions with the boy next door… like what if we just moved to town and we first meet him as we’re moving in… Also can they be in like highschool? I don’t know if that’s already the gist but yeah. She’s moving in with her mom and he’s there…
Yandere Boy Next Door
sorry anon i think i went way to far away from what you wanted shdhdh also theyre senior high school students (grade 11 - 12) which is like, two preparatory years for college. so theyre adults bc im much more comfortable with that :33
btw his name is lukas !! he's named now
male yandere + gender neutral darling/reader
lukas is easily approachable - he's got that warmth about him that just draws people in. it's all practiced to maintain his popularity though.
he's also a huge people-pleaser, despite the fact he easily gets burnt out and has his social battery drained.
so when his mom asked him to be a dear and help the new neighbor's kid on their way around the school + neighborhood, he just couldn't say no
sure he's tired, possibly close to having another breakdown just thinking about being pestered by fellow students for answers to homeworks and other menial stuff, but he still manages to say yes and give her another perfectly practiced smile
when he goes over to the house next to theirs - the ones you moved in to, you had no lasting impression on him
now, don't be mistaken, he does think you're good looking but at the end of the day he'd much rather curl up in bed and sleep
so he puts up that perfectly crafted persona and invites you to head to school with him. a new environment is much easier to deal with when you're not dealing with it by yourself! (or something like that)
he tries not to be overbearing, trying to get you to open up while also making sure he's respecting your boundaries and comfort as you made your way inside the school gates
you don't share the same classes, so he asks you for your time table so he knows your schedule
he hopes he's not being creepy or anything, he's just making sure your first day transferring here goes well
sure he's known for being a caring person in general but he does feel like it's his responsibility to make sure you're doing well you know? you're neighbors now, you guys should get along!
it's smooth sailing until it's time you guys finally went home
like that morning, he waits for you and invites you to walk home with him to familiarize with the shortcuts and local lounging spots for students
all the while he tries to get you to talk about your experience today
it must be due to the amount of stress piled up on his plate that lead him to feel... nervous.
his perfect persona cracking as his calm demeanour and collected way of talking slowly devolved into nervous tangents talking about anything at all
were you displeased? his perfection was practiced and polished since he was a kid, was it still not enough for you?
he could handle disappointing people a lot better now but paired with his currently leaning towards unstable, your displeasure is something that's slowly tearing him from the inside
he's jolted out of his thoughts when you suddenly speak up.
"thanks for showing me around. i thought i was going to struggle getting used to things all by myself."
you smiled up at him. "so... yeah. you're... okay."
his heart thumped.
everywhere all around him feels a ton of degrees warmer.
"...okay." lukas was tongue tied.
on the remainder of the journey back home, he walked you to your house, ensuring you got inside safely before making a beeline towards their house and into his room.
normally at this hour he'd be passed out in bed, tired after a whole day of pretending and smiling. today was perhaps the first time he didn't go to bed with his cheeks hurting and aching from smiling so much.
laying in bed, making an excuse as to why he's not going to be joining for dinner, just thinking about you and your words.
lukas grew up living to the standards of being perfect. a perfect son. a perfect student. a perfect friend.
anything less is... unacceptable to say the least. when you do or think of something so often in your day to day life, it becomes a habit. and lukas' habit is perfection.
but you thought he was okay.
okay.
suddenly 'okay' sounds much better than being perfect.
suddenly your opinion towards him becomes much more important than anyone else's.
lukas is a people pleaser, and onwards from that moment, the only 'people' he will ever want to please is you.
i hope this is sufficient? i'm actually v sleepy rn lol but thank you for the idea!
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thefallennightmare · 3 months
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Just Pretend-nineteen
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*gif created by me. feel free to use, simply give credit*
Parings: Noah Sebastian x Musician! Reader
Warnings/Tropes: language, angst, fluff, smut, star-crossed lovers, right person/wrong time, cheating, talks of mental abuse.
Summary: “I can wait for years, heaven knows I’m not getting over you.” A story about two star-crossed lovers, that always find their way back because their souls are entwined. The universe desperately attempts to bring them together, no matter what the cost.
Authors Note: I realized today that Sarah and I have been working on this story for almost TWO MONTHS. Holy shit. Talk about a slow burn! I don't think it's ever taken me this long to write an active story. Also, there are a few sentences in Greek and Italian in this chapter. You can find the translations at the end of the chapter.
Collaborating With: @thescarlettvvitch(better give her all the love as well)
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NOAH
My knee bounced in a tangent along with the clock on the wall behind Dr. Poulos as she tilted her head towards me, waiting for my answer. 
“I’m sorry, what was the question?” I blinked slowly. 
She gave me a small smile, tapping her pen on her notebook; something I’ve realized she did when she was ready to ask me a hard-hitting question. 
“How have the panic attacks been?” Dr. Poulos wondered. 
“Uh,” I rubbed my jaw. “It’s been better, I suppose. I still feel them starting every once in a while but my friends have been great at helping me through them.” 
“That’s great,” she smiled. “I’m glad to hear that. I know it was a problem for you from our first session.” 
“Yeah, I’ve come to realize there were a few aspects of my life that hindered me more than helped me.” 
Dr. Poulos’ brows raised. “Like what?” 
“Up until recently, I would drink; a lot. And smoke weed every so often. People say it’s the lesser of the drugs but it affected me in such a way that I didn’t like the man I saw in the mirror. Same with the alcohol. So, I’ve decided to become sober.” 
That spread a wider smile on her face. “I’m proud of you, Noah. It’s not an easy thing to overcome but to see how determined you are makes me very happy.” 
I ran my hands over my thighs while standing up straighter on the couch; her positive praise made my heart beat a bit faster. 
“I just want to be the healthiest I can be. Your body is a temple, ya know? It’s only been a few weeks but I can already tell a difference in the way I sing.” 
“That’s exceptional, Noah. I’m happy to hear that. It’ll help the course of your life. But I must ask, do you feel it’ll leave a part of you open and willing to accept the love you think you deserve?” 
I pursed my lips. “What do you mean?” 
“Well, as you mentioned previously, it sounds like Y/N has had some complicated relations with a man who was in a state of addiction. Do you feel that maybe, a part of your being sober can help you leave that part finally open? Allow you to see that you can be loved.” 
When I remained silent, letting her words rest in my mind, Dr. Poulos shut her notebook and set it on the table between us; next to one of those sand zen garden things. 
“What you're doing with Bailey and hiding your true feelings for Y/N doesn't seem to be helping, right?” 
I shook my head with a long sigh. “I never meant for things to go this far.” 
Dr. Poulos leaned forward to rest her elbows on her knees, stippling her fingers. 
“Has Y/N ever given you a reason to doubt the things you say to her?” 
“No. Never,” I answered without missing a beat. 
“Then what’s stopping you from telling her how you feel?” She brushed a strand of brown-graying hair from her eyes. 
With Dr. Poulos’ words replaying in my mind, I sat down on the steps of her office while clicking on Bailey’s contact name on my phone. As it rang, I tapped my fingers on my knee to drum a random beat. 
“Hey, it’s Bailey. Leave me a message!’
Cursing to myself, I wished that she had answered because I didn’t want to do this with her voicemail but I had no other option. This needed to be done. 
“Bailey, it’s me- Noah,” I sighed while pinching my eyes shut. “Listen, I didn’t want to do this over text or on your voicemail. But I thought it best you hear me say this. I wanted to discuss it with you the other day but shit came up.” 
My eyes watched as a few people walked past on the sidewalk in front of me. 
“Look, I never wanted to hurt you, you’re a nice girl but this-us-isn’t working for me. I’m-I’m sorry if this hurts you. Truly. I’m not good at words all the time but I will say that I wish you the best and I hope you have a nice life.” 
After hanging up, I could physically feel the weight lift off my shoulders and heart. Breathing was easier and lighter, so with this newfound feeling, I quickly dialed Y/N’s number. 
“Mochi!” 
I could hear the smile in her voice.
“Hi, angel. Are you busy?” I asked while rising from the steps to walk a few steps to my car that was parked in the street. 
“I’m walking into an appointment right now. Can I call you later?”
Ignoring the way my heart dropped, I started my car and sat there for a moment. 
“Of course. I’ll be in the studio but I’ll always answer for you.” My hand ran over the steering wheel. 
“So sweet,” Y/N chuckled and my stomach fluttered. “There’s a reason why I gave you that nickname.” 
We quickly said our goodbyes and my mind was filled with the heavy conversation I needed to have with Y/N. I didn’t even realize the familiar figure bounding up the steps of the same office I left mere minutes ago, her yellow sundress flowing in the wind.
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READER
My eyes were trained on the small sand zen garden on Dr. Poulos’ table as she tapped her pen against the notebook in her lap. The clock ticked annoyingly loudly behind her, almost mocking me as I continued to leave her question unanswered. 
“Y/N,” Dr. Poulos’s voice was firm, breaking me from my trance. “You mentioned your mother contacted you the other day?” 
I played with the hem of my yellow sundress. “Uh, yeah. She doesn't do it often but when she does, she really lets her feelings known.” 
“And what are those feelings?” 
“The same bullshit. My mom doesn’t agree with the lifestyle I’ve chosen. She thinks it's a waste of time,” I shrugged as if it wasn’t a big deal. “It’s who she is. Being Greek, I was raised to have large but realistic dreams. My father on the other hand wanted and still wants me to follow my heart, he wants me to go after what I want, what I need. There’s a line between both of them.”
“You know,” Dr. Poulos tucked a strand of her brown-graying hair behind her ear. “There’s a study that says insecure attachment styles can develop as a result of poor parenting. Research indicates that attachment in childhood affects the development of familial, social, and romantic relationships later in life. Do you feel this has deeply affected or influenced your relationships? 
I pursed my lips. “What do you mean?” 
“I mean, you’ve had a pattern of falling for men who aren't good for you yet believing they are real love when you know subconsciously you deserve better.” 
“Maybe,” the word trailed off my lips, uncertainty weighing heavy on my heart. 
Dr. Poulos hummed, crossing one leg over the other. “It sounds that way, doesn’t it? Are you running from Noah because you’re afraid you’ll disappoint him? Afraid he’ll do what your mother often does? You’ve seen the way your parent's marriage was like growing up, that has to be a hindering factor, doesn't it? 
My jaw ticked. “My mother was unfair to my father. I’d never do that or treat anyone that way.” 
“I know you won’t, Y/N. You know it yourself, deep down in your heart,” she patted a hand over her own heart. “Because from what you told me about Noah, I don’t believe that he would act the way your mother has. You won’t disappoint him. And he doesn’t want to do that to you either.” 
I shook my head widely. “He’s with someone else so it doesn't even matter.” 
A small smile lifted at the corner of her lips. “Quite the contrary, Y/N. You said it earlier you wanted to tell him the truth. He isn’t your mother and again, from what you’ve told me it sounds like you both may want the same things. You’re just not trusting yourself. You’re relying on your trauma and issues with your mother to get in the way.” 
“Wow, nice observation,” I snorted. “How am I supposed to fix that?” 
Dr. Poulos ignored my snarky attitude. “If your mother has been unreliable, then you may need to lean on other people who are for support. Socializing with friends and learning to be vulnerable with others can help increase emotional connection.” 
“Malcolm and Chase are reliable,” I stated. 
“It sounds like it, from what you’ve told me,” she nodded. “There’s also Noah. His support can take some time to develop but having stable relationships with others can be part of healing. And most of all, self-care.” 
I left therapy with a hopeful heart and bright smile. Dr. Poulos always knew what I needed to hear as much as I tried to fight it. Peaking down at my phone, my pulse quickened when I noticed a missed text from Noah.
Mochi 🍡: New episode of Attack on Titan dropped. I can pick up lunch. Your place or mine?
Giggling, I typed out my response, not letting anything ruin this euphoric high I felt.
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NOAH
I stood outside Y/N’s front door, shaking out the nerves, and knocked on it. I had a bag of take-out food in my hand, something she requested from her favorite burrito place. 
“Hi,” she smiled while letting me in. “Did you remember the Dr. Pepper?” 
I chuckled while holding up the cup. “Light ice.” 
As we set out the food on the table in their dining room, I motioned towards the various easels and splattered pain on the carpet. “Studio?” 
“Yeah,” Y/N gave a sheepish smile. The lighting in here is better than my bedroom; although not by much.” 
I took in the various paintings of abstract lines and colors, some of random landscapes, and one of Salem. 
“These are really good, angel.” 
“I’m glad I decided to do this. Painting has been a great way to escape from reality, even for a little bit,” she took a bite of her burrito. “Oh, extra guac? How’d you know?” 
I shrugged. “I just do.”
We ate in silence for the next few long moments and as much as I tried to quiet the loud voices in my mind that screamed at me to tell Y/N the truth right now, it was extremely difficult. 
My eyes took in the glimmer of her bracelet as she reached for the chips and I couldn't stop the smile that spread wide to my lips. Y/N was still wearing the jewelry I bought her and it made me feel proud. 
“Where’s Chase and Malcolm?” I asked, noticing the quiet.
Y/N took a large drink of her soda, reveling in the taste. “Hiking. They left earlier this morning and typically don’t come back till later. So I have the place to myself.”
Just as I was about to speak, a persistent knock sounded on the front door, and she turned towards it with a confused stare. 
“Expecting anyone?” 
She shook her head. “Nope. Probably someone selling Girl Scout cookies.” 
“If they have Thin Mints, I’ll take four boxes,” I called after Y/N. 
Her laugh echoed throughout the room but soon seized when she opened the door. I noticed the way her body went rigid and I slowly rose in time to see a tall but petite brunette all but push her way inside. 
“Hi, koukla. I would have texted or called but it seems like you have an issue with checking your phone,” the lady peered around the space, a sour look on her lips. 
“Mo-mom? What are you doing here?” 
Shit. 
I knew there was a history with Y/N’s mom but never knew how deep it ran. 
“I was in town and thought to surprise you. Since you never talk to me anymore,” her mom tsked. 
Finally, her eyes landed on me, standing in the threshold of the living room and dining room; gaze hardening. 
“Who’s this?” She asked Y/N. 
Internally I snorted at how she asked Y/N rather than asking me. 
“I’m Noah,” I introduced myself while brushing away the strands from my face. 
Her mom hummed before nodding towards the back end of the house. “Give me and my daughter some privacy.” 
“Mom!” Y/N seethed. 
Noticing how the tension shifted, I gave Y/N a soft smile. “It’s alright. I’ll go say hi to Salem.” 
With my back to them, I walked down the hall and heard her mom mutter something in Greek. 
“Giatí échei makriá malliá?” 
“Eísai apísteftos,” Y/N responded in a stern voice. 
Sitting in the Y/N’s bedroom with Salem perched on my lap, I left the door wide open so I could listen in on the conversation. It may have been wrong to eavesdrop but something deep inside of me told me to be on edge, just in case.
“You should have called, Mom,” Y/N said. 
“You never return my calls.” 
“Gee, I wonder why. You exactly haven’t been that peachy the last few times we’ve talked.” I could hear the slight edge in Y/N’s voice. 
“I thought I’d told you I don’t appreciate the way you speak to me.” 
“It’s a two-way street, Mom. You get what you give.” 
Salem purred loudly in my lap and I continued to scratch him in the spot I knew he loved; between his ears. 
“I’ve always hated when your father used that line,” her mother sighed. 
Someone was pacing, their footsteps echoing loudly down the hall, and I peered down at Salem. 
“Your mom seems pretty upset right now,” I frowned at the feline. 
His bright green eyes stared back at me, simply demanding one thing silently; more pets to which I obliged. 
“Have you been to the doctor lately?” 
“Since when do you care, Mom? You never ask how I’m doing.” 
Salem jumped off of me when I slowly rose to my feet, deciding that I needed to be closer to Y/N, just in case. 
“I know how bad Endometriosis affects you, Y/N. I’m simply wondering.” 
I could almost hear Y/N roll her eyes as I neared the end of the hallway, out of sight but could still see just enough. Y/N stood with her hands on her hips while her mom sat comfortably on the couch. 
“I’m fine.” Y/N kept her answers short. 
Her mother pursed her lips. “And how’s the career?” 
Now it was my turn to roll my eyes at the way she said career. 
Y/N snorted. “Please, like you give a shit.” 
“Watch your language!” 
“You’ve never supported me with my music. Hell, with any of my dreams. So don’t start acting like you give a shit now. 
Her mom rose to her feet, narrowing her gaze. “That’s not true. I only want what’s best for you, Y/N. You don’t want to end up like your father and be stuck.” 
“He wasn’t stuck,” Y/N scoffed while clenching her fists. 
Her mother clicked her tongue while brushing away Y/N’s hair from her face. “Yes, sweetie, he was. And I’m telling you, no man will want to deal with someone that’s always on the road. What man is going to wait around or understand this lifestyle? What future are you gonna have?”
My jaw clenched at hearing those words because I knew it wasn’t true. There was a man who wanted Y/N; me. I would wait for years if I had to. Whenever she was ready, I’d be here. 
But hearing how her mom talked to her made me realize that there was a reason why Y/N never spoke of her and why she was so apprehensive of any future relationship. 
“We’re not talking about this,” Y/N stepped away from her mom to stand on the other end of the couch, giving more space between them. 
“Once again, you’re avoiding a tough subject. I didn’t raise you this way,” her mother chastised. 
Y/N’s jaw dropped. “Raised me? Are you fucking kidding me? You barely were home, too busy focusing on your career leaving Dad home to raise me!” 
I smirked at hearing Y/N mock her mother in how she said career moments before. 
“Your father was always your favorite. But it was me you stayed with after the divorce!” Her mother's voice was raised. 
Fearing this would end in such a bad way, I pulled my phone to send a text to Chase. 
Me: Y/N’s mom is here and I’m afraid shit is about to hit the fan. What should I do?
His response came almost immediately. 
Chase: Fuck. Whatever you do, Noah. Don’t leave. Stay until we get there. Every time her mom either contacts her or shows up, Y/N goes into a dark place. Malcolm and I are leaving right now and should be back in an hour.
I swallowed thickly as my stomach dropped. If the guys were worried about Y/N’s mom being here, it could only mean one thing. 
Disaster. 
“I stayed with you because you made me feel guilty!” Y/N choked on a sob. “For years I wondered why I didn’t feel a connection with you so I thought staying with you would bring us closer. But instead, you dropped the you’re adopted bomb on me; on my birthday!”
Her mother had the audacity to shrug. 
“You probably would have found out eventually. I simply sped up the process.” 
Y/N shook her head. “You’re unbelievable.” 
“Because I tell the truth? You think people are going to stay with you with the lifestyle you’ve chosen?” 
“Oh, gods, we’re back on this again?” Y/N ran a hand through her hair. “I have a lot of people that support me.” 
 “Who? Your friend?” Her mom pointed a firm finger towards the hallway where I was still hiding around the corner. “Do you think he is going to wait around?” 
For years if I have to. 
“No. No one will, Y/N. You’re like your father with these pipe dreams.” 
“Pipe dreams? I didn’t realize wanting a family was a pipe dream,” Y/N spat. 
Her mother gave her a somber smile, clicking her teeth. “Kouklamou, I thought we talked about this. You can’t have a family, not the traditional way anyway. You need to realize that no man is going to want to go through all that trouble to have a child. It’s not worth it.” 
Y/N and I both flinched at the same time, those words almost verbatim with what Trey used to say to her. There I stood, my fists clenched by my sides, I rolled my shoulders back, glaring towards the petite brunette with dark eyes. 
I was feeling triggered while I observed this entire thing; it felt intrusive at first but now feels like I’m behind fifty feet of glass.
It made sense now, why this loving bond between Y/N and I was inaccessible. In this mode, I had to take great care not to damage these bonds of love, this relationship, this friendship, and this woman in front of me, who very early on became everything to my heart and soul. For in time, the glass disappeared and my love returned stronger.
I understood.
From my corner, I could see how the kitchen table had seen every emotion, from the sweet silent happiness of family times, when the only sound is contented enjoyment, to the rage that bursts out in the hard times; I understood. 
I refused to stand there and let it sour, not to her. Never to her.
Sobs played like a sad tune and I noticed Y/N was crying, hastily whipping away the tears. 
“I can’t believe I continue to let you in my life, knowing how you’ll treat me. Girls are supposed to look up to their mothers as idols, to learn from them how to be mothers. But you’ve shown me how not to treat my kids in the future.” 
“We’ve talked about this, Y/N. The chances of you becoming a mother are not in the cards for you. Neither is this musical career. You need to face reality.”
Fuck this. 
As I stepped into view of them, Y/N pointed to the front door. “I don’t need you to come in here and tell me how to run my life, I’m done with this.” 
“Y/n-.” 
“You heard her,” I spoke while standing next to Y/N, immediately wrapping my arm around her shoulder to pull her into my chest. 
My heart broke at how quickly she grasped onto my shirt, not wanting me to let her go. 
“Excuse me? This is a private matter between my daughter and me. This doesn't concern you,” her mom’s eyes sliced into me. 
“It does. Because it’s Y/N.” 
Her mom’s gaze bounced between the two of us, almost waiting for Y/N to object to my words, but instead, she stood firm, sniffing away her tears. 
“You need to leave.” 
With one final glare, Y/N’s mom snatched her purse off the couch while muttering something Greek under her breath before she slammed the door behind her; all the negative energy leaving in waves. 
“Y/N,” I tried to make her look at me but she kept her head cast down. 
“I can’t, Noah,” she cried. 
I lifted her chin with a firm finger and sucked in a breath as broken, bloodshot eyes stared back at me. 
“Don’t ever hide from me, angel. You know that.” 
Y/N kept her gaze firm on my face. “She does this every time. I don’t know why I continue to let her. I’m just a girl who wants her mother's love, is that so wrong?” 
“Angel,” I murmured while pulling her into my embrace, brushing a kiss across her forehead. 
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NOAH
My fingers drummed against the marble counter in front of me while Davis set out various ingredients. We were currently streaming the two of us cooking BLTs, something for the fans to enjoy and watch. I was reading some of the comments, smiling at a few then cringing at some others. 
Davis handed me a block of cheese. “Cut this up for me, would ya?” 
With it in one hand, I playfully spit on my hand before giving it a nice smack. 
“Hm, imagining that someone's ass?” He smirked under his breath. 
I gave him a light shove. “Fuck off.” 
We spent the next long while goofing off and having fun for the stream. It was nice to let my mind focus on something else besides Y/N and her mom. I spent the rest of the night at her place, holding her in my arms as she cried herself to sleep. The familiar scent of her lingered on me as I tucked her softly in her bed. Before I walked out of her house, I ran into Chase and Malcolm, whose parting words stuck with me all day.
“She needs you more than she’ll admit. It may not seem like it but she does.” 
Y/N texted me this morning to thank me for being there for her and say that if she went M.I.A for a while today, it’s only because Hollow Souls were in the studio recording. I didn't ask how she was feeling after the surprise visit from her mom. Y/N would tell me, if she wanted to, when she was ready.
“Alright, let’s read some comments,” Davis suggested as we finished up the cook-off; me winning.
He held Max in his hands, every so often giving him kisses. As I read a few comments out loud and responded, the dog practically begged me for attention when a familiar username appeared on the screen. 
Y/NHollowSouls: Noah Sebastian, I swear to Hades himself. You kiss Max right now or I’ll come over there and kick your ass.
I laughed while shaking my head. “Alright, Max. Come here! Let me give you some love.” 
I scratched the dog's ear while leaving a soft kiss on his nose then looked back to the computer screen to see Y/N leave another comment. 
Y/NHollowSouls: Good, that’s better. Now I need to taste this famous BLT that won. 
“Then get your ass over here. Bring some coconut water because Noah drank the last one,” Davis said once he read the comment. 
My heart began to beat widely in my chest at the thought of seeing Y/N again. 
Y/NHollowSouls: fuck yes. Noah, have that sandwich ready for me.
We ended the stream shortly after that but my eyes lingered on the black screen for a long moment. Davis immediately picked up on my quiet mood and knocked on the countertop.
“Noah?” 
My name was white noise, still staring at zoning out in front of me. 
“Earth to Noah! Come in Herc! Come in Herc!” 
“What?” My eyes snapped over to Davis, finally breaking out of my trance. 
“What I thought.” He smirks before getting serious. “Are you alright?” 
I gave a weak smile towards Davis. “Yeah. I’m fine. Why wouldn’t I be?” 
He motioned towards the laptop. “I know you’re not actually fine right now but-.” 
I ran a hand over my face, doing my best to keep my breathing calm and even. “I’ll be fine, I promise. It just fucking hurts.” 
Davis shifted on his feet, hesitation clear on his face. “Why? No disrespect to Y/N at all, you know I love her-we all do. But why did you choose to stay in touch? After all the hurt you’ve gone through.”
My vision was direct with his. “Because I’d rather have her from afar to make sure she’s alright than to not have her in my life at all. Besides, she’s going through a lot of shit, something no one should go through alone. I won’t let her.” 
A grin spread across his face and he nodded. “I knew it. I just wanted to hear you admit it. But you need to end this shit with Bailey.” 
“I already did.” 
“Fuck,” Davis’ eyes widened. “Finally. How did she take it?” 
I nervously rubbed the back of my neck. “That’s the thing, she didn’t answer. I left her a voicemail.” 
“A voicemail? Damn, do you think she got the message?” Davis wondered while be began cleaning up the mess. 
I, instead, began making another sandwich for Y/N, knowing she’d be here soon. “I fucking hope so. If not, then she’s probably testing me to see if I’d change my mind.” 
“But you won't, right?” 
I snorted. “Fat chance.”
Davis turned towards me, drying his hands on a towel. “So you broke up with Bailey. What’s the next step with Y/N?” 
“I need to talk to her first. There’s a lot we need to talk about,” I said while pulling out a cold can of Dr. Pepper from the fridge. 
“Hey, that’s the last one,” he exclaimed. 
I merely shrugged while setting a place at the kitchen table for Y/N. “It’s for Y/N.” 
Davis, as much as he tried to be upset, chuckled. “In all seriousness, Noah, you know we’re here to support you. We have your back.” 
I smiled at one of my best friends. “I know.” 
Just then a knock sounded on the front door and before Davis could answer it, I quickly closed the short distance and opened it with a smile; only for it to drop seeing Y/N standing on the other side with a frown. 
“What’s wrong?” I questioned while allowing her to step inside and led her to Davis’ kitchen. 
“Chase’s birthday is on Friday and the venue I booked for it just canceled on me. Something about a pipe bursting and the room is flooded,” she exasperated while falling into the chair at the table. 
“What are you going to do?” I questioned while sitting across from her. 
Davis joined us at the table, taking the coconut water from Y/N with a small smile. 
“Thankfully since they have to cancel, I get my deposit back but Malcolm is freaking out,” she waved her phone around. “We have two days to figure out somewhere new for this surprise party.” 
“You can have it at my place,” I suggested. 
Y/N took a long drink of her soda. “Are you sure? Don’t you think you should talk with the rest of the guys first?” 
I snatched a chip off her plate and shrugged. “They won’t mind.” 
“Sei un tesoro, mochi,” she patted my cheek. 
Davis choked on his drink and my eyes snapped over to him. “I don’t want to hear it!” 
He held up his hands. “I didn’t hear anything.”
Y/N smirked before taking the first bite of her sandwich and groaned. “Oh shit, this is good. No wonder you won, Noah.” 
With a prideful smirk, I motioned to the rest of her plate. “Finish up. I’ll call the guys and have them meet here and we can plan Chase’s party.” 
At one point, Davis left to take Max for a walk, leaving Y/N and I alone. We sat silently and enjoyed the world around us. This has taken a lifetime to learn. It seemed only the old could sit next to one another, not say anything, and still feel content. The young, brash, and impatient, must always break the silence. It’s a waste, for silence is pure. Silence is holy. It draws people together because only those who are comfortable with each other can sit without speaking. This is the great paradox.
“Oh, I never noticed the great view Davis has,” Y/N mused while pushing away her empty plate. 
Realizing it was almost time for the sun to set, I quickly cleaned up for her and motioned towards the back door. 
“Let’s go sit outside for a bit, yeah?” I suggested. 
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READER
Noah and I sat comfortably on the patio bench, a blanket draped over both of our legs as we stared out at the vast greens of Davis’ backyard. The sky was painted in bright oranges with hints of pink and purple. Silently, I thought to myself that I should have brought my art supplies, noting this would be a beautiful experience to paint. 
The silence between Noah and I was comforting, something you don’t find all that often. People always needed to talk rather than just listen to the world around them. The way the birds chirped, the faint noises of evening traffic, or the sound of the wind as it blew a chilly breeze. 
“Angel?” 
I hummed while looking over towards Noah. 
He rubbed the back of his neck. “Is there-I don’t know-anything you really want besides music right now?”
“I want a studio, with giant canvas’, paint; just an art studio galore! I’ve gotten into the hobby and love it,” I answered with a bright smile. “I was even thinking of using some of my art for the album artwork. Just playing with ideas.”
Noah’s smile matched mine as he let his hair loose from the hair tie, letting it fall to his shoulders in waves. “I love that you found something else you’re so passionate about, angel.”
“I love painting. I really do,” I leaned farther back against the couch and rested my head against it. 
“So paint. You should do whatever your heart desires, Y/N.” 
“Thank you, mochi” I nudged him. 
Noah rested his head against the couch, inches away from mine as another thought came to mind. 
“You know,” I started with a long sigh. “When I was a kid, I would have given anything to be exactly like everybody else” 
“You wanted to be petty and dishonest?“ He joked.
“Not everyone is like that,” I defended with a shake of my head. 
“Yes they are,” Noah retorted back. “But not you. You’re not like that.” 
This had me sitting up straighter, Noah following me. “How do you know what I’m like?”
“I see you,” He shifted closer to me, hand brushing across my knee over the blanket. “I’ve seen you for a long time. You’re the most amazing person I’ve ever met”.
My heart beat widely in my chest, the noise deafening in my ears and I cleared my throat. 
“I think you are too. If I’m being honest, I think I’ve always sorta known that,” I admitted. 
“You know,” Noah’s hand rested on my knee. “With me bouncing between homes and couches growing up, I always thought I’d be alone. I’d never expected to have such an amazing group of friends.” 
“Sometimes maybe it’s better to be alone,” I shrugged while looking past his shoulder to an older couple watching in the neighborhood. 
“Why do you say that?”
I still kept my gaze off Noah, voice dropping low. “Nobody can hurt you.”
“Y/N,” Noah sighed and lifted my chin so I could meet his intense gaze. “I would never, ever hurt you.”
Those eyes. I’ve dreamed of those eyes almost every night since our first meeting so long ago. I won’t say I’m in love, not out loud, but I am. I came to terms with that a while ago. 
“I know, mochi,” I finally whispered. 
Noah’s thumb traced over my jawline. “I understand why it’s hard for you, Y/N. But know that when I’m with you, I don’t feel alone.”
That magnetic pull that always seemed to connect us with that invisible string made me lean closer to him needing his warmth to envelop me. 
“I’ve never had this instant connection with anyone. I know you understand it too,” he continued. 
With my continued silence, Noah sat up straighter but kept his grip on my chin. “Are you freaked out? Because not hearing you say anything kind of-.” 
“Noah- no,” I rested my hands on his chest. “I feel it too.” 
His hand grasped the back of my neck now, tilting my head up towards him, as we began to lead in closer, and when his warm breath fanned over my lips, I let my eyes flutter shut. 
“Hey guys-oh shit.” 
Quickly pushing away from Noah, I peered over my shoulder to see Malcolm leaning against the back door. 
“We’re all inside ready to talk about the party. Whenever you two decide to grace us,” Malcolm winked before slipping back inside. 
Clearing my throat, I let the realization sink in what Noah and I were about to do. He’s with Bailey and I was ready to kiss him. I’m not this kind of person but yet here I was again being caught between him and my conscious. Bailey, as intrusive as she was, didn’t deserve this. 
Noah tried to bring me back to him but I quickly stood up, giving us more space. 
“We can’t do this. Not again,” my hair shook widely around my shoulders. “It’s not fair to Bailey.” 
“I ended it.” 
I blinked. “Wha-Oh? You did?” 
As ecstatic as I was hearing this, I did my best to hide it. I didn’t want Noah to know inside I was jumping for fucking joy; like a kid on Christmas that received the toy they’d been wanting. 
Noah stood from the couch now, standing in front of me. “I think Bailey saw me as Noah on the big screen, not me the person and after everything at that dinner I just knew it was time.” 
“I’m-I’m sorry,” I stammered, not knowing what else to say. 
His brows furrowed. “Why? It wasn’t serious. There wasn’t that connection; like the one we have.” 
As my lips parted, it was Jesse now who interrupted us, taking a bite of the apple in his hand. “Are you guys coming or what?” 
Noah cursed while running a hand through his hair and I shakily pointed over his shoulder. 
“We should head inside. Talk about this party.” 
Not wanting to spend another second out here, afraid to finally give in to the thoughts that were screaming at me, I gently brushed past him to return inside.
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GREEK TRANSLATIONS:
Koukla-doll
Kouklamou- my doll
“Giatí échei makriá malliá?”- Why does he have long hair?
"Eísai apísteftos"-you're unbelievable
ITALIAN TRANSLATIONS:
Sei un tesoro-you're a sweetheart.
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runnning-outof-time · 10 months
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Cia!! Thanks so much for sending this my way! I always appreciate your lovely GIFts 😉😉 I’m sorry this one took a bit…I struggled with figuring out a plot for it. This could be read with the couple from my series Birmimgham, but there’s nothing specific that locks it down to them…so it’s a regular Tommy x Reader as well! (I just wanted to write a little something more with those two) I hope you enjoy! :)
PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK!
Not How I Wanted It To Go
Tommy Shelby
Warnings: language
Tommy’s initial plan of calling the men into the kitchen gets thwarted when the someone, who’s not supposed to be present, walks in.
“Right, boys, you’re all here,” Tommy started as he took one last drag from his cigarette before removing it from between his lips and stamping it out in one of the bowls on the kitchen counter.
“Shoulda had a fuckin’ map done up,” Arthur commented on the vastness of the house that his younger brother now owned as he and the other men filed into the space.
“Party’s still goin’ on out there, Tom…why’ve you got us in here?” Johnny Dogs questioned while eyeing up one of the trays that the cook staff was busy preparing.
“I wanted to let you all know before I go and do it…” Tommy trailed off, taking a deep breath as he rested his hands on his hips, “I’m going to propose to (Y/N),” he announced his plan, making the room burst into cheers and hollers.
“Fucking finally!” John exclaimed, a wide grin on his face.
“It took ya long enough!” Arthur added, getting in on the teasing, walking over to clap Tommy on the back.
“Is this why we’re all packed into this crowded house?” Uncle Charlie asked, his brows raising.
“Fuck you callin’ crowded, Charlie? This place is bigger than all of our houses on the lane combined and then rebuilt two times over,” John jumped in before Tommy could respond, refuting the older man’s statement, “and let’s not get started on the fuckin’ stables…can fit half of the King’s horses in…”
“Oi, John!” Tommy cut his brother off, sending a warning glare in his direction, “enough,” was all he had to say before John fell back into line. Tommy huffed at the tangent they’d just been taken on before responding to the original question, “it’s one of the reasons, yeah.”
He and (Y/N) were hosting a party at their new estate; a housewarming celebration. (Y/N) had wanted to have it so that she could finally invite all of their friends and family over. Tommy thought that it was a good place to finally propose to her.
“So you’re gonna do it then, Tommy?” Jeremiah was the one to bring the group back to the original topic of discussion.
“Yeah,” Tommy nodded his head in a definitive manner.
“When, brother?” Arthur wanted to know the details.
“Today,” Tommy’s voice still held confidence. Surprised expressions formed on the faces of the men in the room. Tommy looked around once before he continued talking, “I’m going to do it today and I pulled you all in here to let you know where you fit into it…” he paused, looking around the room once again, “it’s going to happen later, which means you fuckers can’t do anything that will embarrass her or make her upset…”
“This is (Y/N) we’re talkin’ ‘bout here, Tom,” John interjected with a grin on his face.
His words made Tommy zero in on him, “anything,” he repeated, his eyebrows raised to show the seriousness in the situation, unhappy that John was still joking. He looked around the room to see the men watching him intently. He ran a hand over his face before continuing, “no taking bets, no stealing stuff, no sizing up her extended family…”
“What if they come at us?” Isiah cut into Tommy’s speech this time, looking to the right then so that he could send Michael a grin. Those two had gotten into enough fights together.
“What?” Tommy spun to look at him, his brows now furrowed in confusion. He was slowly but surely slipping to the end of his rope with the questions and interruptions.
“What if they start the fight?” Isiah asked his question with slightly different wording.
“You step away. We’re not fighting tonight…do you understand me? No fighting…” he paused as he moved over to the line of men, moving down and pointing at each one of them as he repeated his statement, “no fighting, no fighting, no fighting…” he paused again, moving to the middle so that he could look at the entire group again, “no. Fucking. Fighting!” he barked his order, the frustration slipping through in his words. Isiah’s question had been the one to set it off. Silence fell in the room after his outburst, and he took a few deep, steadying breaths as he looked at the men again, “are there any other questions?” he dared to them to continue, knowing that the next person who tried to would most likely get their head chewed off.
“Let us see the ring then, Tom,” Arthur’s words came out as a statement rather than a question, and it served to cut the tension.
Tommy huffed out a sigh then, rooting in his trousers’ pockets to retrieve the box as the men all began chattering again; this time about catching a glimpse of the ring he was going to give (Y/N). He opened the box as soon as he pulled it out, showing the men that had gathered around him.
“She’s gonna love it, brother,” Arthur commented, patting him on the back as he smiled proudly, “the last of the Shelby men to get married…besides Finn over there,” he said then, nodding his head at their youngest sibling.
“Though Finn might have married (Y/N) if you didn’t get around to it,” John added with a grin, his words making the boy they were talking about blush profusely.
It wasn’t hard to tell that Finn had a bit of a crush on (Y/N)…he’d been starstruck by her from the time that she helped him with his maths those few years ago.
“So you’re doing it tonight then?”
“Yeah, later. I wanted to have it so that she’s not overwhelmed by everyone after it happens,” Tommy explained more of his plan, smiling as he looked down at the ring.
A voice came from the entrance to the kitchen before anything else could be said. “What’s going on in here, Tommy?”
Tommy looked up from the ring upon hearing it and his throat went dry as his eyes fell onto (Y/N). Shit. “Uh…what’re you doing here, love?” he asked, feeling his heart rate increase. The ring was still out in full view…there was no way she didn’t see it!
“I came looking for you. Some of my family were getting ready to leave and wanted to thank you for the invite…what are you all doing?” she asked, trying to look anywhere but at the box in his hands.
“Might as well do it now, brother,” Arthur mumbled behind Tommy as a tense silence hung in the air.
Tommy glanced to his side, seeing his brother nodding towards (Y/N). He took a deep breath and let it out slowly as he decided to go forward with it. He took a few steps toward (Y/N) then, the jewelry box still clutched in his hands. “This is not how I wanted this to go, (Y/N)…” he started off, keeping his eyes locked onto her as her lips parted slightly in surprise, “I wanted to do it in a way that would make things more special; a way you deserved. I’ve never in my life loved someone as much as I love you, and there is no one I’d rather spend the rest of my days with…”
“Yes, Tommy,” (Y/N) breathed, beating him to the punch and making his brows furrow in response.
“I’ve not even gotten down on one knee, love,” he pointed out.
“I don’t need that. My answer’s yes,” she shook her head, a wide smile present on her face.
“(Y/N)…”
“Fuck the particulars, just put the ring on her finger!” John yelled from where the men were still gathered, his words cutting off Tommy’s hesitancy.
Tommy turned and shot a glare at his younger brother, who was wearing a shit-eating grin, before looking at (Y/N) once more. “Will you marry me, (Y/N)?” he asked her even though she’d already given her answer.
“Yes!” she nodded her head, reaching out to wrap her hand around the back of his neck so that she could pull him into a passionate kiss. Tommy took hold of her waist with the hand that wasn’t holding the ring, steadying himself as he kissed her back with equal passion.
A chorus of cheers broke out behind them as they broke away. Tommy took the ring from its holder and slid it onto her left hand, looking up at her with a big smile once it was sitting comfortably at the base. (Y/N) smiled back at him, tears pricking the corners of her eyes as the men moved in to begin congratulating them.
It may not have been the original, extravagent proposal that Tommy had been planning, but it was the perfect proposal for them.
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God, I love golden retriever men so much.
*Intensely staring at my fav athlete*
Now, that I have a brainrot~
1. Our lovely Athlete with a nerd darling.
- This would be funny. It is giving black cat × golden retriever. So hard.
- Darling has anemia? She's used to sitting around and reading? Can't walk too long to save her life? He's fucking carrying her everywhere.
- Can you imagine darling bringing a book about his sport (I don't know if you've mentioned what he plays) to the game and reading as they watch him play cuz they don't know crap about sports? He'd be so, "But you're supposed to be watching me." :Insert puppy eyes:
- He's isolating darling? Eh, Darling needs a 4 hour nap after every social gathering anyway.
Ok but-
2. Him with a nerd darling who's a childhood best friend, where darling has a childhood filled with emotional and physical abuse. (I'm finna design a whole ass character to ship him with. If you don't mind, of course.)
- This.
- Don't let me get started on this.
- They would be so power couple coded fr. (Darling knows Athlete is trying to manipulate her. Doesn't care as long as she's getting taken care of.)
- Darling is snarky with a S.
- Darling: "The cheerleader was flirting with you."
Athlete: "I know. :3"
Darling: "Go marry her."
Athlete: "But you're the love of my life. :("
Darling: "Oh, really? I could've sworn it was Cindy instead. Go to her, shoo."
Athlete: "No."
Darling: "Who's bestie are you?"
Athlete: "Yours."
Darling: "Exactly."
- Don't let this fool you, tho. He's def the dominant one in the relationship.
Athlete: "You're my baby :D."
Darling: "Mhmm. Don't say that infront of anyone else."
Athlete: "Why not?"
Darling: "I'll bite your head off, that's why."
(spoiler, he says it in front of everyone and darling does nothing but get shy.)
Darling: "Why would you say that?"
Athlete: "Becuz you're my baby?"
Darling: *cuddles closer to him.* *Whispering* "I'm his baby."
- 💗 anon (if I may) (also, he's my baby now, thank you. I'm keeping him in my head and heart.) (It's so late at night. I just keep thinking about this 😭 and I can't put my thoughts into proper words rn, bear with me on this)
𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐈
𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗦𝗶𝗰𝗸!𝗔𝘁𝗵𝗹𝗲𝘁𝗲 𝘅 𝗮𝗳𝗮𝗯!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿
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Trigger Warnings; yandere behaviors, possessive behavior, talk about trauma bonding (both reader and yandere or mentally ill), yandere masking, bad writing, and me rambling (I'm so sorry 💗Nonny lol) If I missed anything, then please let me know ♡ I offically declare you 💗Nonny!! And I don't mind you coming up with your own interpertations of reader and LoveSick!Athlete! Just share 'em! Also, I may or may not have gone on a tiny, just tiny, tangent, so sorry 💗Nonny... Feel free to submit more asks if 'ya want
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LoveSick!Athlete can really mold and mend well with most personalities and darlings, this is due to his manipulative personality. A little off-topic, but he really has a hard time understanding who he is because he's always pretending to be what others deem "acceptable". This causes him to have a multitude of identity crises, but when his darling, you, comes into the picture, it makes it easier for him to find himself. He feels like he's the real him whenever he's with you. You just feel so natural, he feels natural, too. It's just right.
And for that reason, I think LoveSick!Athlete would go really well with a childhood!reader, seeing as she's been with him since they were young. And, I'm not too sure if you've read my Yan!Alphabet for him, but I mention LoveSick!Athlete's childhood; let's just say it wasn't the best situation for a kid.
LoveSick!Athlete would feel a special bond with his darling now, seeing as they've been together threw thick and thin. He's trama bounded to you, and you to him. We'll run off the assumption that reader has also had a bad childhood, whether it be an absent parent, abusive sibling/family member/or parent, whatever it is allows you to feel a connection to LoveSick!Athlete, seeing as you have a mutual situation. You both have something to bond over, something that locks you together.
He has a bad home environment, you have a bad home environment. He doesn't feel at home, so you become his home, and he to you.
And I like to run on the assumption that reader is all talk, no bite. And if you've read any of my writing where the reader talks, you'll see that I prefer to write reader as more "real" (to me anyway) because I'm personally not the hugest fan of the "helpless" reader. I like to write a darling who has a mouth, someone who's bratty (but that's 'cause I'm a brat lol).
Anyway, I'm getting off-topic, back to LoveSick!Athlete.
To your idea about a snarky reader, I totally agree. Honestly, LoveSick!Athlete would eat that shit up, no joke. He would love it, as he enjoys the back-and-forth between you two. He loves to press your buttons, wanting to see what sarcastic reply you have ready for him.
The thing is, he knows your just talking shit, never willing to actually do anything. You just run your mouth, and he lets you, but whenever you step outta line, sometimes, he's gotta put you back. Though, you'll never think of it like that. No, no, he's too sweet for that. He's gotta keep that golden retriever vibe going, y'know?
He just swat you on the ass, telling you that you got such a dirty mouth, mamas? I thought you were my little princess, no? Girls with a face like yours shouldn't be speakin' that like-
He'll just move on, as if he didn't just grope your butt, nope, not at all. And you'll be standing there awestruck, face red, and biting your tongue as you try to not overheat in embarrassment!!
It never ceases to entertain him, watching your face widen with surprise whenever he refers to you as his girl, his cute little girlfriend. The way your face heats up when he wraps his strong arm around your waist, putting his cap on your head (a silent sign of possession over you, trying to get the guy in the back to keep his eyes to himself, but you don't need to know that ;)).
In your little monologue, you go over some cheerleader girl (named Cindy??). Though I would agree that chicks (and some dudes) practically flock around LoveSick!Athlete, I would say that he doesn't even pay them any mind, not even entertaining the thought. Don't get me wrong, he'll talk to them, but make it painstakingly clear that he's only got one girl on his mind, you.
Most of the time, the girl will just find it endearing, slapping his shoulder, and telling him that he'd make a great husband or some shit like that. Of course, the chicks joking, making some nice comments to leave the, now awkward, conversation, but LoveSick!Athlete will take it to heart. Now, he's imagining a pretty ring on your finger, something he paid for, he got you. Because he'd be such a good provider for you, don't you know?
Another thought, 'cause I'm on a role, but I'm not sure if I've directly said this or not, but LoveSick!Athlete is a hockey player. I've tried putting strickly hockey photos on all my posts (you should see my Pinterest feed, it's filled with hot guys lolol).
Hockey is an aggressive sport, I would know. I used to ice skate every day for an hour or two. And, trust me, I got to see a lot of hot guys, though I was always too nervous to say anything, that's beside the point.
I can imagine that reader would be the same, intimidated by these testastrone-filled, young men who just wanna get all sweaty and gross. And I prefer to think that reader also doesn't know how to skate, much to LoveSick!Athlete's enjoyment.
Just to torture you, he'll take you to his ice rink, partly wanting to show you off, and also wanting you to rely on him to move around. He won't even let you hold onto the side, nope, all you got is him, babes.
And anyone who's been to a rink before knows that if you're not on the wall, or smack in the middle of the rink, you're in traffic, especially if it's busy. And this means that you gotta go fast, keeping pace with everyone else. And there's always a handful of assholes (usually hockey players) who will purposefully do a hockey stop, flinging a shit tone of ice at newbies.
I imagine that this shit would happen all the time and LoveSick!Athete is enjoying it sm. He gets a rush every time you flinch, clinging onto him tighter, especially when the really fast skaters zoom by you, scaring the crap outta you.
And he won't let you go at your own pace, forcing you to follow his lead. This means you're going far too fast for comfort, leaning on him for support. You're arms wrapped around his bicep, which isn't recommended btw. Your cheek pressed against his arm, holding on for dear life.
You'll snap at him, telling him to shut up and stop enjoying this, you dork. I'm only clinging to 'cause I gotta!
And he'll just take it, giving you a lopsided smirk.
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keresnotceres · 10 months
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TF 141: General Headcanons
[sfw] cw: substance use, mention of injury
some of these are so stupid i’m sorry
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Has never taken a nap in his life. Literally never. If he says he’s “going to take a nap” no he’s not. He’s going to lay in his bed and talk shit about people to himself.
Is not allowed to watch any war movie whatsoever. Will either complain about how inaccurate the warfare or death scenes are or will pass the fuck out. Head tilted back on the couch, arms crossed, legs spread. Neck pain for DAYS.
Prefers handheld consoles like the DS or Gameboy to any home consoles. Likes to feel that it’s his and if anyone wants to take it away from him, they’ll have to pry it from his strong ass grip.
SPEAKING OF. If you hand him like anything to hold onto he will have the tightest fucking grip on it. Bro it’s not gonna run away from you!!! Be gentle!!!
Casual smoker. Picked up the habit from being around Price too much and now he likes to smoke away stress with a cigarette or two.
Constantly hits his head getting out of cars. Literally cannot catch a break due to underestimating how tall he is compared to any vehicle.
Finds it very difficult to smile, even if he’s happy. Showing emotion in general is really hard for him, usually will only do it around people he trusts the most. Showing emotion to someone makes him feel vulnerable and weak, the complete opposite of how he presents himself.
Finds comfort in making tiny wood trinkets. Likes the motions of carving and having complete control over the little statue. Usually makes them when he’s on leave so that he doesn’t have to go out and that he isn’t distracted on base. He often gives carvings as gifts to his teammates/loved ones.
Shows affection through smaller, less noticeable gesture. Remembers small details about yourself or stories you tell; likes to bring you small trinkets he’s made that resemble things you’ve mentioned you like. Will talk to you about your interests, like what books or movies you like, and will have in depth conversations about your favorite parts of them.
Cracks his knuckles like way too much for it to be normal. He’s gotta have joint pain, because god damn the entire team hears it throughout the day. Just woke up? Cracking his knuckles. Doing paperwork? Cracking his knuckles. Does it on purpose to tick off Soap sometimes.
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Absolutely LOVES making playlists/mixtapes for his friends. If you ask him to compile a list of songs that reminds him of you it will be in your hands in less than a day.
Is the friend that you go to when you don’t know what you need, but it’s something. You wanna go out and drink? He’s down. You just want to hang out at home and watch something? Get cozy! You need to gossip about someone? Fuck yeah.
Was probably the kid in school that everybody knew of but nobody was like good friends with. Like everybody liked him, he was cool, but he just didn’t like anyone else.
The only person in the 141 who can somewhat dance. Can he bust a life-altering move if the dance floor? Not really, but he definitely can do a few basic moves and can actually get with the rhythm. Prefers to listen to music than dance to it.
Probably called Price ‘Dad’ accidentally when talking to his civilian friends and had to backtrack so hard he almost choked on a saltine cracker.
Mastered the art of looking like he’s paying attention when he’s really not. Useful when it comes to the boring ass stories some of the COs go off on tangents about.
Terrific at word games, especially Scrabble. Catch him with only vowels and he will be making words you didn’t even know existed. However, he’s not the greatest at Monopoly. He thinks he’s going to win when he doesn’t buy much first round but ends up going bankrupt after having to pay everyone for their properties.
Will not let you live any embarrassing moment down. Never. He is no man’s peace. You tripped over nothing? He’ll remind you of it for the next four days. You misspelled a word in a message or on paper? He’s repeating it until he forgets it. You opened a cabinet and proceeded to whack yourself in the face with the door? He’ll be laughing at the image in his head for WEEKS.
Can braid like a motherfucker. You have no idea how he learned how to braid, but holy shit he’s good at it. Literally just loves playing with your hair regardless of length. The feeling of twirling little pieces between his fingers his just really calming to him.
Was absolutely a Pokémon kid. Has an obnoxious card collection at his parents’ house that he constantly sorts through whenever he goes to visit them. Can and will show off pictures of the rarer, expensive cards he has to anyone who understands.
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Likes people-watching because he likes to make up random stories about everyone who walks by. The woman talking aggressively on the phone? Her fiancé is trying to get her to sign a prenup.
Can only cry if he’s watching a really sad scene from a movie or show. Marley and Me had his ass sobbing in the theater.
Likes babysitting his nieces/nephews whenever he’s on leave. He likes having some sense of normalcy and the feeling of having a family of his own, even if they’re just his siblings’ kids.
In his flat, he sleeps with like six blankets year-round. Even in the midst of a heatwave he’s got all six just piled on top of him, sweating his damn ass off.
Likes picking up random bullet casings he finds when on missions. Like a crow.
Hates the beach with a fiery passion. No, he doesn’t wanna go get sand in every crevice of his skin and article of clothing. He also doesn’t want to feel that weird mixture of sticky and smooth for an uncertain amount of time after getting out of the ocean.
Will NEVER be caught lacking when it comes to working out on leave. Rises with the sun and hauls ass to the gym so that he can keep those tasty biceps looking good. Has Ghost’s leg day routine memorized due to being subjected to it for so long.
Likes to be close to you no matter what. Eating? Sat right next to you, eating his own meal. Debriefing? Standing halfway behind you. On a mission? Standing right next to you, gun in hand, just a hair away from physical connection.
Loves going shopping, especially when it’s with you. Will pick out the most obnoxious shirts, put them to his body, and ask “would this look good on me?” Gives constructive criticism on anything you pick out, uses it to comment on how good he thinks you look lmfao.
Almost burned his house down after burning a candle and is now afraid of ever lighting a candle ever again. No, he doesn’t care if it smells good. Do not light that damn thing in his house!!
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Had a lighter collection when he was younger, but somehow managed to lose all of them except the most boring, plain white one. Has never bought any other color of lighter since.
Is not allowed to recommend movies because it will either be a boring war movie, a really old movie, or a really old and boring war movie. His music taste is somewhat better than his movie taste.
Can hold his damn liquor but refuses to get involved in drinking games because he doesn’t want to partake in “alcohol poisoning the game.”
Has the dad sneeze. It could be nice and silent and then all of a sudden there’s just an ungodly noise coming from Price’s general area. It encompasses the entire room. It strikes fear into new recruits. It’s not until Soap says ‘bless you’ that anyone realizes it was even a sneeze.
Has gotten drunk in his office with Laswell on more than one occasion and ends up talking about dumb shit he’s done in the past. Gaz walked into Price’s office to scrounge up a pen and instead left with the knowledge that Price split his head open when he was 15 after riding his bike straight into a wall.
Calls you names like “Love” or “Dear” by reflex. You don’t even have to be together for it to happen, it just slips out of his mouth. He apologizes more often than not until you tell him that you’re okay with it.
Literal heater. Exudes heat like no other. Oh, you’re cold? Stand next to him for like five minutes and you’ll be warm in no time. 9 times out of 10 his hands are warmer than yours.
Isn’t really into soccer/football but will always watch a game if it’s on. Is always stood up, hands on his hips, watching intensely and making weird noises at every move made on the field.
Is like, astronomically good at cooking but only when it comes to basic foods. Makes an absolute banger grilled cheese but dear god don’t let him attempt any sort of casserole. His fettuccine alfredo? Fantastic. His steaks? Phenomenal. Any baked goods however… Good luck.
Owns a shirt that just says “Father.” and will wear it out occasionally when he’s on leave. Has never told anyone about this shirt, he doesn’t even know why he has it.
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bloodyselfshipping · 1 year
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(Hetalia Main 8 x Reader) How they talk about you!
(Gender Neutral) Headcanons ~
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Most people around Alfred would probably not realize you two are romantically involved. The way he talks about you is less like a partner and more like a best friend.
But that said, everyone would know who you are. It’s immediately obvious how close your relationship is. He seems to know everything about you.
He won’t bring you up constantly, but your presence is around him in some way.
“Who are you texting during the meeting?!” “Oh, Y/N! Right now they’re-”
“Who are you inviting?” “Y/N! I really think they’d have fun coming along-”
“Are you free tonight?” “Mm, sorry dude. I’m with Y/N tonight, just like last night, and the night before we-”
But if anyone asks, he loves talking about you. You make everything more fun, so even thinking about you makes him feel so much better!
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He doesn’t bring you up much, but when he does it’s so obvious how much he loves you. Always looking in the distance longingly…
Doesn’t share a lot of personal details, probably doesn’t even mention your name. He always calls you nicknames or just “my lover.”
Arthur prefers to keep you his little secret.
“Ah, I have to go. I have an engagement with… someone special.”
So it's usually very stilted and formal, but not because of a lack of affection. He thinks that PDA and gushing about romance in public is tactless, so he refrains.
You’re like royalty to him so he always makes sure to make his respect more apparent than anything. No one is more special to him than you <3
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The second most normal out of any of them. Although he always refers to you very romantically, that isn’t very out of line for how he normally is.
It seems as if he sees you as perfect, above others in every way. He always praises you and everything you do, to an absolutely absurd degree.
Always has very specific things he calls you in front of others.
“Ah, this reminds me of my S/O. They are like poetry in motion…”
“Every day I am inspired by Y/N, even the most impressive works of art are nothing compared to them.”
“My eternal love, they are calling to me… I must go!”  “Just say you wanna get outta here!”
He can’t help but gush about how perfect you are. He would say you are nothing less than soulmates.
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Yao is a very traditional man. From the start of your relationship, he’s always referred to you as if you were married.
Sometimes he’ll refer to you like those old men who hate their wives, but only because he doesn’t realize the full implications.
“”Aiyaa! Have to go tend to the ball and chain, see you later!”
Except when he says that, he means it affectionately. By “tending to the old ball and chain” he means laying his head in your lap for two hours and telling you about how stupid his friends are.
He’d love nothing more than to just talk to you and you alone, he doesn’t care what anyone else thinks of you two.
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Ivan CANNOT stop talking about you! Seriously, everyone is very annoyed by it. But he just can’t hold himself back, he needs everyone to know about how much he loves you.
Anytime anyone brings up something that reminds him of you, he has to go on a whole tangent. God forbid someone brings up an interest of yours, then it goes on forever.
They probably won’t even know your name because he just always uses some adorable pet name for you (:
When he misses you, it’s even worse. Anything just immediately results in,
“My darling used to call me that…” “Because it’s your name!”
If he could, he would bring you everywhere with him. So, he’ll do so in his own way (: (telling everyone who breathes in his direction about you)
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Everyone is immediately aware of your existence. He LOVES bringing you up at every opportunity. All his friends need to know about his lovely S/O right now!!!
Definitely tries to show you off.
“You know whose really attractive? My S/O! Look, see!!!”
“I just thought of something funny, one time Y/N did that! But like, they were super hot!”
“Cuore mio, everyone should see how wonderful you are. Don’t be embarrassed!”
When he gets drunk, he can’t help but talk anyone’s ear off about you. About how much you mean to him, about how proud he is of you, a lot of other stuff that seems way too sentimental for an easy-going guy like him.
Often ends up bursting into rooms just to bring news of you. He gets so emotional it can become unbearable for those around him.
He can’t imagine his life without you, and everything is just a reminder of that fact. Feliciano loves you more than anything!
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Ludwig wouldn’t not talk about you… but he wouldn’t go out of his way to do so. Not because he’s embarrassed of you, but because he’s embarrassed of how much he’s in love with you!
You make him so soft… and the thoughts of you are constantly distracting him! His darling (you) lives in his head rent-free, damn you!
“Oi Germany, is that a person on your lock-screen?” “N-No! Well… it’s my S/O… don’t make it into a situation!”
He thinks very highly of you, and trusts your judgment completely. Talking to you helps him think out his problems. That fact is so obvious that a lot of times, his friends will call you up for him when he’s panicking.
Not a fan of pet names, and can seem cold about your relationship in public. But don’t let that fool you, he doesn’t want to go a day without you!
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Very casual about you. You’re his partner, you matter a lot to him, and he’s not embarrassed about it. 
But he does use his experiences with you to help him relate to others, so you get brought up quite a lot with his friends. When he’s having trouble socially, he tries to remember everything you’ve ever told him and repeat it.
“My S/O had something similar happen to them. May I consult them on this?”
“This reminds me of something that Y/N said to me last week. Shouldn’t we just put the past behind us? They said it’s no good to dwell on these things.”
“Hm… maybe we should just go home and rest before making a decision. Besides, I want to talk to Y/N about this.” “Are you sure you don’t just miss them?” “That is a possibility.”
He acts as if you two are married, but just because you have become so important to him so quickly. You make his life so much better and easier, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.
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blues824 · 4 months
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Hiii! Could I ask you for Lilia Vanrouge on your Fluffcember prompts, 10, 11, 20, 21, and 28??
Sorry if it's too much🙏
Please take care!💕
You requested: Mistletoe, Christmas Baking, Fake Dating for a Christmas Ball, Secret Santa, and Being Caught After Slipping on Ice
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Lilia Vanrouge
To prepare for the upcoming Christmas Ball that NRC was hosting for all the schools within Twisted Wonderland, you decided to join the baking team. You weren’t a total expert, but you could follow a recipe, and Trey was on the team, so you would have extra help. However, all hope flew out the window when Lilia joined the team as well.
It’s not just because he sucks in the kitchen, either. You had a huge crush on him, and often found yourself distracted by him in your classes. It was bad. Ace and Grim had a hell of a time teasing you about liking such an old guy, but you slapped them in the back of the heads, stating that you were simply interested in someone mature.
Anyway, the cafeteria kitchen was definitely very busy, bristling with life as you helped frost the many desserts that were being made. Trey made it clear to Lilia that they would be following the recipes given, and that there would be no straying unless it was deemed alright by himself only. Of course, he jokingly complained about it, but he decided to join you in decorating.
The close proximity was definitely distracting you, but it was the first time that you actually got to have a full conversation with him. Then, you both proposed an idea: after the Christmas Ball, the baking and cooking teams should do a Secret Santa. After the day was over, everyone gathered and drew names. You actually pulled Ruggie’s name, and you knew exactly what to get that hyena.
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Over the next few days, everyone was bustling with excitement as they made plans for the Christmas Ball. People were planning to go as friends, some people were asking others out, but you were left on your lonesome. It was fine, though, as you didn’t really care if you went or not.
That’s the thing about the Christmas Ball; you need a partner to attend. Ace and Deuce were already going as friends, so they were out of the question. Jack did not want to go, stating that he had homework to do. Sebek didn’t want to go either for the same reason. Epel was assigned a partner from Vil, as he did not want him getting into trouble at all.
It was going to be just you and Grim, you supposed.
However, that changed when you received a letter on your front door step. The handwriting was definitely very elegant and fancy on the envelope, and you immediately recognized it as Lilia’s. Your hand started to shake as you carefully opened it, putting the envelope on the counter and reading the letter.
Prefect of Ramshackle
I have found out that you have not found a date to the Christmas Ball yet at this time, so I was wondering if you would be the one to accompany me. The young prince—young to me, anyway—has made known his desire to attend the Ball, and so, in order to watch out for him, I require a partner.
If you would, I would be indebted to you.
L.V.
Your heart was shattered in the best way possible. You were going to be able to attend the Ball with your crush, but he was just using it as a way to guard Malleus. It was understandable, as that was his sole duty, appointed to him by the Queen of Briar Valley, but it still hurt to think that you were just being used.
To get a second opinion, you called over Ace, Deuce, Jack, and Epel, and they all told you that you should accept the invitation. What you didn’t realize was that they were all plotting something so that you and Lilia would definitely end up together, as they were tired of your tangents about him. They all, including Grim, actually, forced you out of the room so that they could come up with a plan.
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Before the Ball started, the cooking and baking teams met up for the Secret Santa. From there, you all would just walk back outside to gain entrance to the main room. You handed Ruggie his box of donuts, and he immediately started shoving them down his throat. He actually cleaned up really well with his suit, and he made sure not to get any donut crumbs on it.
You were speaking to both Trey and Ruggie when you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned to see Lilia handing you a present and joining the conversation. It was delicately wrapped with a ribbon placed on top, and the baker of Heartslabyul made a comment about how the former general could wrap a present with such precision but couldn’t follow a recipe. You slapped him in the arm, causing all three guys to laugh.
When you were going to open the gift, however, Lilia stopped you and asked if you could leave it here and open it after the Ball, as it would make sense then. You were a bit curious as to what he meant by that, but you shrugged your shoulders and agreed to wait. Then, he complimented you on how nice you looked this evening, making you a bit flustered.
That’s when Crowley entered the kitchen area and told you guys the game-plan. The ghosts that typically serve lunch would serve the food and desserts you had made, and you all would be getting extra credit for your work. He then told you that you should go outside and around to where everyone else was waiting, and you would gain entrance first along with the group who helped decorate the ballroom.
Lilia extended his arm out to you, and you placed your hand in the crook of his elbow, letting him lead you out of the kitchen and into the cold night air. Your breath haltered, your body trying to adjust to the temperature.
It wasn’t long until the doors opened and the setting-up committees were allowed inside. The Christmas tree in the corner was definitely very hard to miss, and it was so elegantly decorated. There were fairy lights strung across the ceiling as well as the walls, giving a rather romantic feeling to the atmosphere. 
The bat fae looked at the wonder displayed upon your face with a smile, and he decided right then and there that he wanted to keep you on your toes for your entire life just so he could see that same wonder.
Putting that aside, the DJ hired for the event spoke into the microphone, snapping you both out of your thoughts.
“Would all partners make their way to the dance floor? The waltz is about to begin.”
Lilia turned to you, making your hand slip from his arm, and he reached his hand out to you.
“Would you let me have this dance, Prefect?” He asked, and you found yourself nodding as you were at a loss for words. He led you to the dance floor, and his free hand met your waist. Yours met his shoulder, and you both looked into each other’s eyes. All the surrounding couples just disappeared as you both started dancing.
On the sidelines, Malleus and Silver met up with Ace and Deuce to set the plan created by the First Years in motion. They had mistletoe at the ready, ready to place it wherever they thought you might go. They even had a fishing rod handy.
Yours and Lilia’s faces were getting quite close as you whispered to each other. He revealed something about Silver in his childhood that made you giggle, but right before your lips were about to meet, the song was over. Your minds came crashing back into Twisted Wonderland, and you pulled away, making the others who were watching let out a groan of exasperation.
If you both kissed, then that would mean they wouldn’t have to do anything.
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After about an hour of dancing, you felt yourself getting a bit hungry. Excusing yourself from Lilia, you made your way to the food assembly line, and you started making your plate. The food smelled really good, and you were excited to try the desserts that Trey helped make, as you knew he could make some pretty good things.
But, your thoughts were interrupted when you heard your name be called. It was a student from Savanaclaw, whose name you had completely forgotten. You felt bad, but that’s what happened and you can’t exactly change that. You remembered that he was on the room-decorating crew, though.
“I was wondering if you wanted to dance with me once you finished eating?” He asked, seemingly a bit nervous. Poor thing.
“Sure! I just need to let Lilia know! Wait here for me, I’ll be back in a bit!” You said with a smile, before standing up and turning to find your partner. It didn’t take long to find him, as he was actually right behind you.
“I’m afraid they are unavailable for a dance, as they are with me for the entirety of the evening,” He said, turning the guy down in your place. You stared in shock as the student walked off, tail between their legs.
“Lilia! Why did you do that?!”
“Because there was mistletoe above you and I do not believe that I would have appreciated you kissing them instead of me,” He said with a smirk, putting his hands on your waist and pulling you into him.
You looked up and lo and behold, there was a piece of mistletoe in the air. You looked around to see how it was being held up, but you returned to looking Lilia in the eyes.
“Aren’t you only here to watch out for Malleus? You haven’t been doing that this entire evening.”
“Well, that was only half of the truth, my dear! I actually just wanted to be with you. I’ve noticed you staring at me in our shared classes, and I can hear how quick your heart beats when you notice I’m in your vicinity.” That explanation definitely checks out, but you can’t believe that you have been that obvious. Your heart started speeding up again as you came to the realization that he was here with you because he wanted to be, not because of some royal duty he had.
That’s when you noticed that your faces were incredibly close, so you decided to just go for it. You closed the space and placed your lips on his, and he immediately started reciprocating. You heard Ace, Deuce, and Epel all celebrating, with Jack on the phone saying “FINALLY”. You smiled into the kiss, now realizing that your friends had set this up.
Once you pulled away, you were still smiling as you looked at your friends as well as Malleus and Silver, both of whom were smiling at you two.
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A few hours later, the DJ announced that the Ball had commenced, and that everyone should start heading back to their dormitories. Crowley announced a few things on the mic, but you weren’t exactly paying attention. 
Lilia handed you his suit jacket as he led you outside, telling you that he would love to accompany you back to your dormitory. One of the ghosts that was serving dinner grabbed your attention by shouting your name, and he handed you your present that you had forgotten about in the kitchen. You smiled and thanked him before turning back to the fae.
“Can I open it now?”
“How about you wait until we get back to Ramshackle? I can see that you’re shivering,” He said, giggling.
So you both continued to Ramshackle. However, on the Main Street, the cobblestone seemed to be iced over, and you were not wearing the appropriate footwear to accommodate it, so you slipped.
Before you had a rather abrupt and personal meeting with the ground, though, you felt Lilia’s arms catch you in a bridal carry. You were surprised at his strength—I mean, he does look rather skinny and scrawny… It’s giving Levi Ackerman— as he continued to walk and carry you as though it were normal.
“You just can’t help but fall for me, can you?” He asked, in a rather teasing tone.
You just rolled your eyes and smiled at his joke, holding the gift close to your heart and placing your head into the crook of his neck. His cologne smells heavenly as it always does, but it felt more intimate, being able to smell it while being held so close to his body.
“I guess I can’t…”
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What was in the box did, in fact, make sense later, as it was a necklace, with his initials as well as your first initial, accompanied by a V.
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the-s1lly-corner · 5 months
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hi ^^ If requests are still open, can I req jax x reader headcanons where reader seems like the most chill, mentally stable, and normal person as well as a bit oblivious out of the whole group but when jax tries pranking them by scaring them w creepy crawlies and insects or other things normally considered scary, reader becomes really happy and endeared by it instead? And starts trying to like befriend him because of it.
And then its revealed reader has the most questionable interests of which they have the most unusually large amount of detailed knowledge on, like say poison, reptiles, the horrific horrors at the bottom of the ocean (think subnautica) And whenever these interests are brought up (which is rare bcs if what they are) they go full infodump mode and have 100% accidentally scared someone with it. They have definitely scared Ragatha half to death at least once after hearing the word “centepede” and going on a rant abt giant centipedes oblivious to her fear.
qeue Jax asking the reader abt one of said interests for a prank and reader gives him way to much info on it, not because they want to help him prank someone, but because they think hes just genuinely interested in their interest and have no idea he wants to use it to prank someone.
sorry if this is too long ^^
Jax x reader w/ odd interests!
dont apologize for it being too long! this just means i have a little more to work with ! probably gonna do this and one more request then go stretch my legs !!
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when he first saw you fall victim to his classic fake spider prank, he was surprised to see that you were absolutely thrilled to find the critter; real or not
i mean sure, maybe you just weren't afraid of bugs like a certain red head, but you were excited to find it; scooping it up into your hands without hesitation... i mean he wasnt exactly judging you, but he sure as hell was confused. and now stumped, now that he knows the fake bug prank wont phase you
on top of that he now has a new friend following him around
i think it would definitely take him a second to warm up to you, his pride is a little hurt that his little stunt failed, but before long you guys are on speaking terms
your interest in poison doesnt really come up until someone brings up the topic, prompting you to go on a tangent about all the different kinds, the effects, the sources, how to counter it if possible, things like that
how funny would it be if jax was actually scared of reptiles; specifically snakes or even lizards, and he finds you trying to catch a gecko outside in the grounds
you excitedly try to hand it off to him and begin listing off some facts about the real world counterpart, only to stop when you notice his discomfort
like imagine trying to help him get over this random fear of his, and eventually managing to ease him into holding the little thing
hes fine with centipedes but he draws the line at noodle boys
perhaps the extra time with you and listening to you rattle off about your interests sparks some interest in you? of course if you want this to remain platonic you can ignore this part!
this of course leads to him trying to spend more time with you
to be more specific, to try to rope you into his antics
so he tries to ask you about something, say, bugs... you, of course not knowing what his plans are, go off about a bunch of bugs; insects, spiders, hell you even add in some scorpions
he stops you midway when you segway over to bug-parasites, though
while some of it isnt really his thing, hes at least not a big enough asshole to ignore the look in your eyes you get when you finally get to talk about your interests and not be judged
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Dear writer whose writings I love,
HEYYO. IT'S ME AGAIN. (I sent the Lilia using u as a stress relief you ask heheheha!!)
SO LIKE IMAGINE THIS (unrequited love that is actually requited love!)
You're on a "date" with Lilia to the gardens. (You wish)
And then you get to the Gardina section of the flowers and show it to him, knowing fully of what it means. (You hope, yet also don't hope he gets what's you're trying to say)
[FUN FACT: Gardenias are elegant and fragrant flowers that have long been associated with love, romance, and admiration. They are often used to express a secret or hidden love, as their sweet scent and delicate petals can be seen as a symbol of devotion and affection that is not openly expressed. The gardenia’s white or pale yellow petals are said to represent the purity and sincerity of a love that is kept hidden, while the intoxicating fragrance symbolizes the passion and intensity of the feelings that are being concealed. Gardenias are also often associated with mystery and secrecy, making them the perfect flower to symbolize a love that is kept hidden from the rest of the world. They have been used in literature and poetry for centuries to represent the hidden desires and passions of characters who cannot express their feelings openly]
SO
SSSOOOOOOO
This can go SO. MANY. WAYS.
He doesn't know and does nothing. This ends up in you making a poem about Gardina flowers to him, and he does something after that, taking the hint. (Good ending! With proposal and stuff and hehe fluff!! I love fluff)
He knows and asks you directly. (PLS GIVE THIS A GOOD ENDING. IDK HOW TO CONTINUE)
My brain is now fried again. Please expand. I will request every time my brain power suddenly shoots up. Goodbye, and see you again next time.
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Hello lovely! Yes yes, you actually revealed yourself to me after I answered that ask! Heuheu. No need to be anon! However, if that it what you prefer, I shall not convince you otherwise <3
ANYWAYS I have ALWAYS loved the notion of flowers having meanings and their beautiful poems that come in toe with their vibrant petals. It's truly a wonderful thing, I really wanna study them more. Fun fact! My favorite flower is a peony! I have a tattoo on my shoulder of a peony! ...in slue with an entire sleeve of random flowers, my tattoo artist just made up. Maybe the other arm I'll use for more structural floral... sorry for the tangent DHKFJSLDjf I love flowers. Thank you for this ask heuehueheue
Ahhhhhhh the idea of going out to a garden with Lilia...
I actually like to have this little headcannon that since Malleus is so interested in flowers and gardening, that perhaps he got that from Lilia. Flowers are our friends, after all! And what's better than making an entire garden of little friends to nourish? Along with creating a beautiful garden of roses, Malleus had delved deep into the world of floral poetry and representation.
You grab onto Lilias hand and pull him towards the back of ramshackle to show off the garden you and Malleus had placed together. Malleus was truly your wing man during this entire thing, he had vast knowledge about flowers and knew just the ones to plant In one large romantic gesture for the old fae. Malleus had landed you books and helped you study their different meanings, even taking time out of gargoyle studies club to dedicate gardening your surprise for Lilia.
"What has gotten you so eager, little bat?" Lilia chuckled, "Must truly be grand if you're so worked up like this!" You couldn't hide your excitement or giddiness as you headed towards the gate leading to the garden, a large black intricately designed gate in that perfectly suited the chicness of the dorm. Upon opening the gates, it revealed a large grandiose garden full of flowers of all sorts. Lilia's eyes widened as well as a toothy grin climbing onto his features, raising an impressed eyebrow.
"So this is what you and Malleus have been working so hard on?" He inquired, stepping forward and taking a look around, "I must say, it's rather an impressive feat! The sheer size is almost enough to rival Malleus's own rose garden back at the castle." You smiled brightly at him and skipped over to a particular patch you were proud of; Gardenias.
"These are Gardenias!" You pursed your lips as you bent over and grabbed something you had prepped before hand, taking hold of a neatly wrapped bouquet of gardenias and with a trembling hand pushing them in the arms of the fae. Lilia started slightly and took a gentle sniff of the flowers taking in their creamy sweet scent that reminded him of coconuts and peach. "They...they're for you!" You smiled.
"Oh they're lovely," Lilia said, "I presume you and Malleus are particularly proud of these ones! They bloomed wonderfully. I shall put them in my room!...oh, but I suppose they will need sunlight. Perhaps keeping them in Silvers care may be better..." You felt your heart drop and smile twitch ever so slightly. Pursing your lips you let out a dry nervous chuckle, tilting your head in awkwardness.
"I..Uh," You bit down your bottom lip, "Well, they were for you," You let out a breathy laugh.
"Of course! However I'm worried they may wilt in my care and you worked so hard! Hmm. Oh! I could put them in the lounge, so that everyone can see yours and Malleus's hard work!" You couldn't even bother to explain to him you were the one to nurture these flowers on your own upon Malleu's recommendation. He swore that Lilia would understand the meaning...it was common for fae folk to be knowledgeable on the world of flowers. Either Malleus Lied to you, which was unlikely, or Lilia was a part of the percentage that truly hadn't a clue.
You began to sweat bullets. Throughout this entire exchange, you weren't certain he understood your intentions. Or... was he purposefully deflecting the fact you had mainly meant this as a surprise for him? Was he thinking you were simply making excuses to hang out with Malleus? Or was he just that oblivious? It was rather distressing, for you already had an inkling that Lilia had not returned your feelings, and this only solidified your worries.
You began to wilt like a flower without water, your energy dying and your smiles becoming fake. You tried a few more times to hand him flowers, such as a singular rose (symbolizing love at first sight, a "one and only" in which the person you gift you give your heart to.) He insisted on taking a few more to decorate the lounge with.
This plan was failing terribly.
Finally, you let out a loud groan of frustration, pulling out a sheet of paper from your pocket with a burst of confidence and embarrassment. Your face took on a bright shade of red, pushing the letter into his chest. Lilia struggled to catch it with his hands full of flowers, eyes wide in bewilderment at this sudden display you put on. He stared in shock and confusion, unable to get a word out before you bolted out of the garden and to the dorm.
"Read that later!" You cried out.
"W-wait- what is-" He attempted to catch your attention, yet you were already out of view, leaving the fae utterly confused standing in the middle of the garden with arms full of flowers.
You threw yourself onto your bed and grasped your pillow, curling into a ball and groaning into it.
"eh? What's up with you?" Grim asked, "And what's this piece of paper?"
You sat up in a rush with wide eyes, staring at a piece of paper that you seemingly dropped from your person. You grabbed hold of it and took a look. It was the second page of the letter you had given Lilia... and undeniably the most important part. The first page detailed the history of flowers and how they have significance to them
the second page was the meanings of the flowers and why you chose them for the fae.
It was your confession.
You had forgotten to hand it to him in your flustered state.
You screamed into the pillow.
~ At Diasomnia ~
Lilia sat in the dorm lounge, reading over the page you had given him.
"Hmm...I knew flowers had meanings, but this letter seems unfinished. This is simply prefacing the history of flowers and that they hold meaning with a simple poem at the end, but the definitions they mentioned would be on the second page seem to be missing..." Lilia rubbed his head in confusion turning the paper around to find some sort of indication of continuation, Malleus walking in on the fae. Malleus flashed a mischievous smile.
"How did the visit to the garden go?" He inquired, "You seem confused rather than elated as I thought you would be..did something go ary?" He pointed out. Lilia shrugged and looked back at the tall draconic fae, tilting his head.
"I thought it was going well, (y/n) even handed me a bunch of flowers to bring back, along with this letter..." Lilia took a gander at the vase full of Gardenias and glanced back down at the letter in which stated every flower has a significant meaning.
"Malleus, could you tell me what Gardenias mean? I believe (y/n) meant to explain it to me, but the second half of this letter is missing." Malleus raised an eyebrow.
"I thought you would know?" Malleus furrowed his eyebrows, grabbing hold of the letter and skimming through its contents.
"Of course not. I like flowers of course, but I never took the time to truly study them as you did. I haven't a clue about definitions and things of the sort." The color seemed to drain from Malleus's face at realizing his mistake, before making his way to the gardenias and gently touching a petal from its bloom. He took a deep breath before giving a detailed explanation of their meaning: Passion, love romance, secrecy... Malleus explained the flower was to express a secret love that the prefect held for Lilia. Something that clearly went way over the old man's head.
Lilias's jaw was dropped to the ground, before quickly disappearing in a fog of green smoke.
He had to get the other half of that letter.
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Mrow | Part Four
Bakugou x roomate!reader
Summary: you finally get answers on how to break the quirk & return human
Words:
A/n: yall i fucked up :D this isn't the last chapter
Part Three
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Zigzagging through the crowd you kept your eyes on your target, little legs racing as fast as they can, determined not to lose sight of what might be your key to undoing this quirk.
Having not notice the tiny ball of fur barelling towards her, the girl in question yelped in surprise as you launched yourself onto her leg, determined to latch on like a fucking leech until you had answers.
"Its you!" She cried out, big doe eyes looking down at you, snarling & fur bristling.
Yeah its me! Now turn me back human for the love of god!!
You honestly doubt a small furball yowling up at a full grown person was even the slightest bit threatening but the girl looked as if she might keel over in fear. Her wide eyes darted around to uncaring passerbys before returning to peer down at you.
"Please can we go somewhere less, um, crowded first?"
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You ended up at the park not far away, not completely empty but a definite upgrade from the bustling streets.
Wait. You understand me?
"Um. Yeah. Kinda comes with the quirk," she started, fidgeting with her hands before the floodgates burst open with her rambling. "I'm so, so sorry for turning you into a cat. And- and about the other day! I don't do those kinds of things. I was just being stupid. I knew it was a bad idea even if my friends said otherwise-"
You watched the girl as she went on a tangent, babbling on frantically. You sighed, she was young, probably a highschooler.
Alright, alright. Calm down, kid, you're gonna scare yourself into a panic attack. I'm not turning you in, okay? I get it, you made a mistake. And honestly I don't think you could pull of a crime even if you tried, kid.
The girl cracked a nervous smile at that.
"Thanks Ms Y/n." You smiled at the use of your hero name. You didn't mind not being a big shot like Bakugou, but it felt nice to be recognized every once & a while.
Nah, I get it. I did stupid things too when I was your age. Oh. What's your name?
"Its Miyo."
Miyo. You smiled at that, lifting a furry paw to pat her knee. So now, can you turn me back human please?
"Oh, um," she stuttered, her entire demeanor dulling again. "I can't actually."
You felt your fluffy ears droop at that. What do you mean?
"The quirk breaks when you have an unbridled want to turn back human. To be honest, I thought you would've returned human by now. But I guess its not the most predictable, I'm sorry," she said remorsefully.
I just need to want to turn human? You ask, confused. Did you not want to return human this whole time?
"Sort of. But it has to be a very, very strong feeling to override the quirk. Most of the time it helps to feel extreme emotions that associate with needing to be human again. Like intense desperation, fear, stuff like that. Ultimately its all on you though, Ms Y/n," Miyo explained with apologetic eyes.
You sighed at that. Well, at least it was something. Thanks, Miyo. I-
You were interrupted by a loud explosion that made the ground beneath you shook. Switching into prohero mode, your body kick started into action, racing into the streets. Though you skid to a halt before disappearing into the sea of people, throwing one last glance to Miyo.
I'm going to be naked when I turn back human, aren't I?
"Yeah! Sorry again, Ms. Y/n!"
You sighed internally at that. Well. Nothing you could do about that.
Another explosion sending the ground shaking tore you out of your thoughts & had you throwing yourself into the crowd, darting towards the direction of the commotion, the adrenaline in your veins guiding you through the chaos.
"YOU FUCKING PSYCHO-"
You hear his booming voice before you caught sight of the explossive blonde. You took note of the two women that were apparently the cause of all the commotion & Bakugou's arms that covered in frost. You watched as one of the villains aimed for his arms again, creating chunks of ice that engulfed his hands all the way over his elbows. Bakugou blasted them off but you could tell he was struggling, his explosions smaller than usual.
They were aiming to weaken his quirk, you realized.
Bakugou didn't have his gauntlets. Added with the cold weather & the nature of the villain's quirk he was at a massive disadvantage.
Bakugou! You yelped as the other threw your roomate into a wall, her attack reminding you a lot of Nejire's wave motion.
Fuck. Fuck. What do you do. What do you do?? You didn't have your quirk. Even hand to hand combat was out of the question. You were a cat for god's sake!
You felt your heart drop when when you watch the shockwave wielder take aim for another attack.
Yea, no, fuck it.
You let the adrenaline take over & before you know it, you're rushing forward, little claws & teeth digging into the flesh of the villain's calf, eliciting a pained yelp from her. Distracted, she missed her shot, just barely missing Bakugou, her blunder allowing him to dodge.
You didn't have time to feel relieved though, having her attention turn to your little self, uselessly hanging off her leg.
Fuck.
"Sunny, get away from there!" That was all you heard before familiar hands intercepted you as Bakugou dove in for cover with you, narrowly avoiding a hit from the ice quirk's partner.
Having decent cover, those glaring red eyes looked over at you. "Are you insane?! What the hell is wrong with you??"
Bitch, I was trying to save your ass! Fuck off with the name calling-
You were interrupted with another blast that sent the two of you crashing into a boutique, the display of clothes cushioning what would've been a painful slam to Bakugou's back while you flew out off his hold, landing with a thud a little distance away.
Bakugou!
Dread filled your veins as you watched the pair tag team your roomate. You scrambled to get to him despite knowing there is little you can do. You couldn't just watch! But before you could even get close an explosion was sent your way, forcing you to hop backwards to avoid it, stopping you from getting too close.
Bakugou, you bastard!
"Fuck off, pipsqueak. I can handle this on my own," he growled out, eyes ahead but you could tell was directed to you.
Aiming a blast at the ice wielder, Bakugou risked a glance at you. "I mean it, Sunny- FUCK!" he got cut off as the other villain caught him in her wave motion, slamming him into a wall & pining him there.
No.
No no no-
Human. You needed to turn back human.
Now.
C'mon. C'mon c'mon c'mon please.
You wanted to. You needed to. Please. Please.
Please.
You gasped at the sudden shock that rushed through your body. Your sight glowed pure white, before everything stopped.
You dropped to the ground like a ragdoll.
You couldn't move.
You couldn't move. You couldn't open your eyes. It felt like all the energy was zapped from your body. Your heart seemed to beat in your ears. Once. Twice. Faint yelling seemed to seep into the black. You recognized that voice.
"-nny! Wh s wro ith ou-"
The cotton in your head made it hard to hear. But you knew that voice. You were sure of it.
"SUNNY!!"
Bakugou. Its Bakugou, right? He gave you that name?
That's right. You need to help him.
But you couldn't move.
Move, dammit.
You mustered everything to will yourself to get up, to fucking move, but your body didn't listen to you. Even a finger felt too heavy.
"HURRY THE FUCK UP, SHITTY HAIR!"
Bakugou is calling for help? Bakugou? Fuck, things must've gotten bad.
C'mon get up.
You needed to get up. You needed to help him.
"FUCK-"
You heard Bakugou's voice cut off as if he had the air knocked out of him.
You haven't thanked him yet.
He had to be okay.
You still owe him that hug you vowed to give him.
He HAD to be okay.
You felt your heart clench at every pained groan the villains beat out of your roomate. Your throat tightened up with guilt.
COME ON GET UP!
You'd cry if your body worked right now. Unshed tears burned the back of your eyes. You were begging at this point.
PLEASE.
Then, everything came rushing back.
Your eyes snapped back open, before immediately fluttering shut from the bright contrast. Pulling yourself up, you groaned as you reached a hand up to your pounding head. Wait. Hand. Hand!
A rush of victory tore through you, making you force your eyes back open to confirm your suspicions- only to have your heart drop immediately.
Fuck. Thats right. You changed back naked.
A/n: thank youuuu for being so patient with me. i know i take a WHILE to cough out fics but i'm doing my best i promise 🥺. i hope you enjoyed this part. hope the 'action' portion isn't too scuffed. AND I HOPE THE NEXT AND LAST (I SWEAR IT WILL BE THE LAST) CHAPTER WON'T TAKE AS LONG.
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