#this is simply a phase that will only last a few months so I can handle it

[suashii]

— 𝓂𝓎 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉'𝓈 𝒾𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒽𝒶𝓃𝒹𝓈 (𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝒹𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝒾𝓉?) ౨ৎ

geto suguru x f!reader. 2.3k wc. ﾉ smut (nsfw, MDNI) ﾉ college au ﾉ fuckboy!geto ﾉ fingering ﾉ petnames ("baby" + "good girl") ﾉ geto is a little mean :3 ﾉ degradation if u squint

your life has changed a lot in the past few months and, strangely enough, it’s not because you’re entering a new phase of it. it’s because you’ve met a new person. a dorm room that isn’t yours has become like a second home to you and a man that you can’t be sure feels the same has all but stolen your heart.

to be lovesick is absolutely humiliating.

you think that much as you lay on geto suguru’s bed. he sits at his desk and you watch as nimble fingers fly across the keyboard of his phone. other than the light hum of music playing from his speaker—so low that you can’t even make out the lyrics—the room is uncomfortably quiet. you speak up to break the silence. “who are you texting?”

“why do you want to know?” he asks, eyes flitting up for just a moment, a short second, to look at you. you hate when people do that—answer a question with another question, but the usual annoyance that causes you to roll your eyes is nowhere to be found in this case. looks like geto is an exception.

he shouldn’t be.

in an attempt to downplay your pestering, you simply shrug. “i’m naturally curious, i suppose.”

suguru clicks his phone off and carelessly slides it across his desk. for the first time since you got here, you feel like you have his undivided attention. you smile at that but the grin on geto’s lips should be enough to warn you that something less pleasant than his attentiveness is coming. “more like naturally nosy.”

you scoff and then pout at his comment, rolling onto your back and focusing your eyes on the ceiling instead of facing him. is it not perfectly reasonable to want to know who’s occupying the attention of the guy who invited you over? you don’t think so but you also know that you selfishly want to be the only thing—the only person—geto is concerned with.

he chuckles and despite it being at your expense, the sound makes your heart flutter in your chest. geto has an effect on you that you can’t really describe, one that makes you just as bothered as it does excited. any flicker of annoyance that sparks within you goes as quickly as it comes and is replaced by a much longer-lasting feeling of longing—yearning.

from the corner of your eye, you can see geto moving. you can feel him, his warmth, getting closer, too. you feign disinterest and indifference by keeping your gaze glued upwards. although, his next words make your ears perk up. “do you really want to know?”

against your better judgment, you turn your head to look at suguru. he’s leaning in his desk chair, one arm thrown over the back of it and legs spread wider than they should be. dark strands of hair spill from the loose bun situated on the back of his head and frame the smooth skin of his face. obsidian eyes bore into you and the grin from earlier is still tugging at his lips. it’s playful but you don’t feel like you’re in on whatever he’s got planned.

still, they don’t say curiosity killed the cat for nothing.

“yeah, i do.”

reaching behind him, geto pulls the elastic out of his hair, letting it fall over his shoulders. you try to ignore the urge to run your fingers through it. as he gathers the silky strands in his hands to tie it up more neatly, he tells you, “it was a girl from my psychology class. she invited me to a party tonight.”

you bite the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from saying anything impulsive, but the thoughts cloud your mind, nevertheless. why would you tell me that? are you trying to make me jealous? how can you so easily hurt my feelings with a smile on your face?

you’re able to pick out one thought from the rest that doesn’t make you seem envious beyond reason or shine a spotlight on your heartache. “are you gonna go?”

he hums and shrugs. “i’m not sure.”

disappointment fills your chest with his answer but you try not to let it show on your face. you can feel sorry for yourself in silence—geto doesn’t need to pity you, though, you’re not even sure that he would.

but, as you look at him from your place on his bed, you can’t help but think he looks unsatisfied by your lack of reaction. the grin pulling at his lips looks more lazy, like the corners had slowly fallen since he spoke last. “what do you think; should i go?”

you want to tell him no, that he shouldn’t go, that he should spend the night here with you like he’d intended to and not ditch you for some girl that butted in on your plans. but the words are stuck in your throat, an uncomfortable lump that you can’t seem to get out.

“if you want me to stay here with you, then tell me.” his words are almost sweet, encouraging, before the next part. “because if you don’t, i’m leaving.”

you've done a pretty good job of concealing your emotions up until now but you can’t stop the frown that takes over your face as you sit up—the way the corners of your lips tilt down and how your eyebrows scrunch together. “no! i don’t want you to go.”

the thought of some other girl cozying up to suguru  creates a flurry of emotions within you—jealousy, anger, insecurity. just imagining someone else on his lap, someone else playing with his hair, someone else kissing him makes you sick. you can’t hide how that affects you no matter how hard you try.

it seems as though your mini-outburst is exactly what geto was looking for. something about the way you’re wrapped around his finger floods the man with a sense of accomplishment. you’re practically putty in his hands—his to shape and mold. and he likes it. he likes it a lot.

“oh?” he can’t stop the way the corners of his lips turn up. he leans forward the slightest bit but the short distance brings him closer to you. “why don’t you show me how much you want me to stay?”

your tongue pokes out to wet your lips and the little motion catches geto’s attention. the obsidian shards that are his eyes follow the glistening stripe your tongue leaves behind before flitting up to meet your gaze. there’s expectation swimming in the dark irises. that and the fear of the man standing up and walking out the door urge you forward.

his lips against yours are soft, pillowy, like a marshmallow and his breath is minty. the two make for an intoxicating mixture and, suddenly, you can’t get enough of him. a whiny whimper of yours sounds throughout the quiet air of the dorm and the noise, as indistinct as it is, seems to convey every bit of your need to geto.

and he’s more than willing to give.

a hand makes its way to your neck, fingers tipping your head back and firmly holding you in place as suguru deepens the kiss. your tongues meet in a messy, passionate dance and it almost feels like you don’t need to come up for air—his kiss is all the oxygen you need. at least, that’s what you think.

by the time you pull away, your lips are tingling and the taste of the man lingers.

“that’s all?” his eyebrow quirks with his question. “with the way you were pouting earlier, i thought you really wanted me to stick around.”

“i do,” you tell him, trying to keep the neediness out of your voice. that part is easier said than done. the way he’s staring you down with such intense anticipation makes you eager to please and turns you on more than you’d like to admit.

you rub your thighs together in an attempt to grant yourself some relief. the movement isn’t as subtle as you think or geto is more observant than you’d ever realized because his eyes drift down to your legs, curiosity—or maybe enthusiasm—glimmering in them.

and it takes almost no time at all for his hands to rest on your knees. they’re cool to the touch and your skin beneath them erupts with goosebumps at the contact. his palms make their way up your legs, over your thighs, and under the fabric of your skirt agonizingly slowly. you’re growing warmer by the second and it feels like you’re on fire by the time his fingers finally graze the lace of your underwear.

it’s a struggle not to squirm with his hands so close—mere centimeters away from where you desperately want him. the pad of his thumb runs over the trim of your panties, so slowly that you’re sure he’s teasing you on purpose. still, you keep any sounds of protest from bubbling up your throat in concern that your impatience will only come to your detriment.

your choice to stay quiet for the time being is rewarded when geto’s thumb ghosts over your clit. it hovers for a moment before pushing against the sensitive pearl, drawing a sharp gasp from your chest. it’s only now that you realize your panties are practically sticking to you.

“now this is convincing.” you wouldn’t even have to be looking at him to know he’s smiling—you can hear it in his voice. his gaze flicks up to you with his next words. “are you this wet from one little kiss, baby?”

your head moves up and down in a bashful nod. that earns a laugh from geto, a small one that he breathes out through his nose. you don’t have time to pout at him before all of your focus turns to the way his thumb begins to circle against your clit. you have to try twice as hard to concentrate on any of his questions. “is this why you wanted me to stay? so i could touch you? so i could fuck you with my fingers?”

it feels embarrassing—shameful—to say yes. and, beyond how heavenly his hands feel on you, what you really wanted, more than anything, was for him to choose you.

“tell me.” his thumb slows. “if you don’t, i’ll stop.”

your heart jumps at that and your answer comes soon after. “i want you to touch me. i want you to make me come.”

geto’s lips stretch into a smile. “good girl.”

deft fingers hook your panties to move them to the side. the air that meets your wetness makes you suck in a breath that you nearly choke on when those very same fingers start gliding between your folds. they work at spreading and collecting your essence, all while his thumb continues to swirl the sensitive nub.

your soft moans are music to geto’s ears but he can’t help but want more, can’t help but want you louder. he bites back a grin as his middle finger probes at your hole, teases your opening. his eyes flit up to read your reaction and he takes note of the way your eyes ever so slightly widen as he slowly pushes into you.

geto lets out a breath before letting himself smile. “this pretty pussy stretches so good for me, yeah?”

it’s always a surprise just how filling one of his fingers is—how much one of his fingers can set your nerves ablaze. and maybe you should be embarrassed at how little it takes—a finger and some dirty talk—for pleasure to build in your abdomen, for heat to pool in your cheeks, but the bliss outweighs any shame buzzing within you.

“feels s’good,” you tell him, the statement punctuated by a whimper. the words come out slurred, the spit pooling in your mouth meshing them together.

your declaration is all the motivation geto needs to continue plunging his finger in and out of you, to keep circling your swollen clit. his hunger grows with your pleasure and the man is beginning to think that he wants you to orgasm as much as you do. he licks his lips before letting another finger delve between your folds.

the invasion makes your eyes squeeze shut and your lips fall apart. despite the hint of pain, once you’ve adjusted to the newfound fullness, the addition is all the more satisfying. the way his knuckles graze against your walls and the way the pads of his fingers curl up and push against the spongy spot that fuels the fire within you bring you all the closer to your precipice. you’re practically writhing on his fingers in only a matter of minutes and all it takes to snap the tension and push you over the edge is the harsh feel of geto’s thumb flicking over your clit

you come undone on his fingers, crying out his name without a care as to who can hear on the other side of the thin walls of his dorm. the only thing you’re concerned with at the moment is how geto works you down from your high, lets his fingers leisurely pump in and out of you.

he takes note of how pretty you look with a sheen of sweat glazed over your face and how you can’t seem to control just how shaky your thighs are. you really are fun to play with. 

and, luckily for you, you’ve done a good job of convincing him to stay.

as geto finally pulls his fingers out from you, he reaches for the buckle of his belt with his other hand. a smirk tugs at the corner of his lips. “should i fuck you for real now?”

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[520cafe]

sour grapes. lost in your eyes

whilst waiting anxiously outside of the library, your eyes have been reading the same lines of text messages that has been exchanged between you and blade over and over again, like a never-ending loop and spiral of words flowing in and out of your head.

after a short while, as in defeat, you let out a sigh which apparently carried an overwhelming sense of dread for the events to come. finally mustering up some form of courage and calling upon a fake spirit, you turned a corner out of your hiding spot where you immediately caught glimpse of that all too familiar figure.

his head was down and leaning against the palm of his hand, with his navy hair covering his ruby-like eyes. yet, this did not hide his undeniable attractiveness and charm. he has not seemed to notice you slowly descend towards the table, his eyes were instead concentrated and fixed on his computer screen. it was when you pulled the chair in front of him where he eventually looked up and saw you, your eyes meeting his.

“you’re late,” blade’s deep voice was monotonous yet clear, just as you remembered. you almost felt weirdly relieved that there were no changes to this.

“i’m not late, you’re just early.” you sent him a small smile before getting your computer out of your bag, like a poorly executed attempt of trying to avoid his direct gaze. “i literally was on time.”

however, you were only responded with silence. when you moved your eyes after logging into your computer, you were met with his red eyes lazing into yours. a slight heat made its way to tint your ears a lighter shade of the falling cherry blossoms outside but he did not seemed phased at all as he continued to study your features instead of the powerpoint on his screen.

he leaned back and you managed to sneak glance at the way the corners of his lips curved upwards, feeling satisfied by your reaction to his actions. as if nothing happened, blade turned his computer towards you which displayed the details for the project. “we have a month for the project, that’s enough time. we can just focus each week on a certain task.” blade calmly explained. “for this week, i can focus on topic 1 while you can do topic 2.”

you nodded in agreement but, that does not simply erase the last few minutes that just took place, nor does it halt breaks to the millions of unpredictable and boundless thoughts that are rushing around your head like a marathon.

“don’t worry, we’ll help each other too.” a chilling voice faintly drifts to your ears as it’s soft landing sends shivers to the rest of your body. this time, the smile on blade’s face was much more prominent and evident, sending you a quiet yet reassuring message.

all you were able to do was to nod and smile back him, any awkward tensions that surrounded the air was beginning to wear off. at last, you let out one final sigh that managed to put your mind and speeding heartbeat at ease.

🍇 SOUR GRAPES 〈 06 lost in your eyes

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╰► SYNOPSIS. after being in the same tight-knit friend group for over a few months now, suspicions begin to rise when march, seele and bronya start to notice the awkward tensions between you and dan heng. little did they know, you and dan heng were once high-school sweethearts who shared a romantic and fairytale-like past where the pages only lasted for a year. this heartbreak led you to meet another unfortunate victim of cupid but that chapter flew away as quick as stardust. yet, it appears that you two were also destined to cross paths once more.

╰► [ a/n ] : went to my first anime con yesterday! my feet are killing me but it’s lowkey my fault lmao 😭 i managed to bring home many genshin, hsr and even some vtuber pins, badges and prints! anyway, i hope you all enjoyed this chapter and i hope my writing is okay?? i’m pleasantly surprised by the amount of attention the previous chapter received so tysm <3

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[vampiretendencies]

request; hi! i love your writing! if you could maybe do “tell me about your day.” with jj! maybe he’s your first boyfriend & you’re taken back by such a simple question/gesture since nobody has ever cared about you in that way before.

warnings; fluff

pairing; jj x fem!reader

authors note; writing blurbs rn bc of writers block (sorry to keep saying that btw i just repeat myself in case there’s a new reader, though i am currently starting to get over it) but still send in requests for one shots, imagines, etc. you may choose a blurb from the list below or send in your own idea.

other ways to say i love you prompt list

2 months.

So fresh, and so perpetually new.

Honeymoon phase striking JJ as something that would actually last this time. Not that he had many relationships to base it off of, but the past few he had typically went sour within the first few weeks.

None of them could get along with his way of life, or they just simply didnt appreciate the wholeness of everything that was JJ.

But he sensed it with you; he felt it in his bones, under his skin, on the tip of his tongue, every ounce of his being felt you, even if you weren't in the room.

This was his most serious, longest, emotionally involved, admiration filled relationship he'd been in.

This was your first relationship, but after being underwhelmed in his past endeavors he found this to be his first too.

And he's thinking about you first thing when he wakes up in the morning, last thing when he goes to sleep- unable to function properly if you weren't near.

JJ was your first everything; first kiss, first time holding hands, first time cuddling, first time being sexually involved with a boy.

But, Christ were your standards low about yourself.

Initially thinking a human with such with breathtakingly confined gestures didn't exist like JJ.

He proved you wrong, convincing you that everyone else in this world were heathens.

He taught you how to create such passion for another, how to know someone's heart and you did the same.

"How was your day, baby?"

It rolled of JJ's tongue, finitely. The two of you were entangled in the hammock at the Chateau, and you were cradled into JJ's arms. Attached to his side, whilst he studied your features; peering down at your scrunched up nose as if you were heaven sent. You thumbed over the material of his beer-stained Heyward's t-shirt, coming to a halt at that question. Almost like the hammock stopped swinging, the unearthly beaming sun stopped shining on the two of you, and as if you'd sunken into the mucky ground.

You were in awe, glaring up at JJ like he'd grown two heads.

Was he being serious? You thought.

"Something on my face? It's okay you can tell me-"

"No m'just ... you meant to ask me that?"

Stunned, was an understatement, as you are now propping your chin onto JJ's muscular chest, needing a better view. Almost uneased and taken aback as that wasn't an everyday question anyone asked you— lead alone a boy.

"Course' I did ..." and then he noticed your furrowed eyebrows. "C'mon, what's goin' on in that pretty little head?”

"Nothing J, you're the first guy to ask me that."

""Let's keep it that way, baby. I'll be the only one."

He's repeatedly pecking the skin of your forehead leaving you to say, “Since I've met you all of my days have been perfect."

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[swap-and-possessions]

Takeovers Break the Soul

“It’s you who broke him,” Stan shouted at his younger step-brother.

“No. It’s you who last used his body. You’re the reason why he’s broken.” Harry shouted back.

“He was already broken beforehand. Now I know why you’re refraining from possessing him these past few days. It’s because you wanted me to be the last to possess dad before he breaks apart, so you can blame me.” 

The two stepbrothers spat on each other with harsh words and accusations. They do not want to take the blame and assume the consequences. Behind them, their father and his eyes droned endlessly in the distance. He does not move an inch except to breathe. It wasn’t like this four months ago. Back then, it was Randy shouting at his sons. They were products of his failed marriages, and he couldn’t help but place his romantic frustrations on them. He didn’t assault them physically. But the verbal lashes and harsh expectations were enough to make a rough upbringing for the two brothers. He shouted at them for the smallest of mistakes and routinely embarrassed them by belittling their achievements. This happened for years under the guise of everyone’s eyes. Everyone saw Randy as a loving father who brought his sons to success. Stan was a star football athlete, while Harry garnered heaps of academic recognition. 

Randy would soon earn his comeuppance when Harry learned how to astrally project his soul. He discovered it from reading an old tome in the library and didn’t actually expect it to work. Of course, his first set of actions was to get back at his father. He planned on using it to topple some of his stuff and scare him shitless. But due to his poor flight control, he accidentally phased into his dad and possessed his body. It didn’t last long since it was a new skill. However, he immediately taught Stan the skill. 

For the following days, the step-brothers took turns possessing their abusive father. Taking over his body took a few minutes at the start. As they possessed him more and chipped his waking hours, the duration extended until they could take a day at most.  They used his body to partake in fleshly acts with his son. For a 40-year-old, he maintained a top physique that was envied even among Stan’s teammates. Stan was a lot more touchy when he was in Randy’s body. He maneuvered his big hairy body to give intimate lovemaking to his stepbrother. As for Harry, he is a beast under Randy’s skin. The newfound enormity and power were enough to make him drunk. He’d topple Stan on the best and ram his massive dick, and he would not stop until he was utterly pleased. 

Randy quickly noticed the frequent blackouts and the lack of libido over the passing weeks. It’s not the stress, and he's sure of it. It’s something else. The truth was revealed to him when he set up video cameras around the house. He learned that every time he lost consciousness, one of his sons was sleeping in their room. It was the same for every single one. He knew it was their fault somehow. The idea was cemented when he saw himself having sex with either Harry or Stan. Little did he know, Harry’s astral body was floating behind him. After that, they increased their possession of their father, leaving him with only six hours of waking moments at most. Randy tried to fight back, but his sons had grown too powerful to oppose them. Fighting was meaningless, and life as he knew it had ended. After four months of relentless possession, Randy was a husk. His mind or soul wasn’t broken or anything. It was because he simply gave up. He devolved into a plaything for them. While his sons argued about who broke him, he could’ve said that both were at fault. But he knew, deep inside, that it was he who made his sons that way. It was his fault in the end. 

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[teacuptoast]

Swallow Your Pride

GIF by bitchbloggerspost

Relation: Young Justice x platonic! gn! reader

Warnings: Self-destructive tendencies, Alcohol, mention of death, angsty af so prepare yourself

Words: 1.6k

Summary: "Everyone wishes they had superpowers but I’d give anything for them to leave me alone.”

Swallow Your Pride is the 3rd Part of Dead or Alive or Neither, P2: Hollow Spectators

A/N: Only took me 5 months haha. Anyway, this one is definitely a favorite of mine so I hope you enjoy it. If you have any thoughts or feedback please consider leaving them in the comments! It really helps me grow as a writer and I love hearing from you all! Happy reading!

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 “Does anything help? Anything make them go away?”

I shifted in my seat uncomfortably, “Nothing.”

“Anything…less recreational?”

“Handle of liquor doesn't even phase me, same with the drugs. Even the less PG activities don’t help, not physically anyway.” 

Her pen scribbled down on the clipboard. Looking up at me every couple of seconds like I'd disappear. While her face didn’t show disappointment, I know she felt it. I could see it in her eyes, the ‘I wish I could have told her I loved her’ look or the ‘I can’t believe that's the last thing I said to him’ look.

Raising her head she looked up at me, eyes asking the obvious. I wouldn’t bring it up; because she would just spew it to the rest of them. They would tiptoe around me like I was covered in glass, fearing that one wrong move would break me completely. Maybe I was fraggle, mentally at least, but I think I've done a pretty good job at protecting myself.

“You’ve struggled for so long Y/N. We have the resources to help you,” She pleaded, “Why not reach out for help?”

It’s obvious isn’t it.

I calmly pursed my lips together, “Might as well frost a burnt cake.” Raising a brow, her face scrunched. It took her a few seconds but quickly understood.

“And if someone takes a bite,” She asked.

I shook my head and smiled, “Wouldn't change a thing. I’ve simply learned to live with it.”

“It doesn't take a stranger to see that your miserable Y/N. I’m asking you this not as your counselor but as your friend, please, let us help you,” Her eyes scanned for any reaction. She was left searching for anything on a cold, blank canvas. 

“I’m not miserable,” I spoke sternly, “The only reason we’re having this conversation is because you suddenly know I have powers.”

My eyes tried to escape around the room as I sighed, “I’ve spent years learning to live with it in my own ways. I was thrown into this nightmare the moment I was born, and I've built quite the life out of my situation.”

The room seemed to be getting hotter as she tried to back petal, “I’m not trying to fix you Y/N–”

“Yes you are,” I bursted, “This is how we work. We stick our noses where we don’t belong until we find something to fix! Well maybe not everyone wants to be saved!” Now she was the one sighing, sinking deeper into her padded chair.

The silence settled in as I took my leave, “You can cut the whole counselor act too. I know you all are just itching to get me a collar.” Grabbing the handle I pushed the door open, wordlessly stepping past the bat hero on the other side.

***

Swaddled in a blanket I curled further into the couch. The sound of bad soap-drama reruns filled my small apartment, poorly drowning out the noise. I’d rather listen to 6 friends in a New York coffee shop than Mary Ann and Douglass, the couple who's been arguing continuously for the past 120 years. 

A quiet sigh left my lips as I unwrapped myself. After a quick contemplation I quietly placed my feet on the hardwood flooring. Quickly hitting the remote, I stalked towards the kitchen in search of food. I wasn’t hungry, but I needed something to pass the time. That was a lie.

Scavenging through the cabinets my hands found nothing of interest. If there was no more pasta then I’d just eat rice. With a small shuffle of my feet I found the bag was gone, instead crumpled up and tossed next to the waste bin. A heartless chuckle left my mouth as my head dropped to the floor. It wasn’t long before my body followed, slumped against a cabinet holding my most expensive hobby. 

I sat there for a long time, longer than I should have. Thoughts came and went like missed phone calls. They would pop up for a moment and I’d contemplate answering them, before eventually letting them drift on. My consciousness was adrift in a sea of problems, my body running on autopilot.

One sip, two sip, three sip, more sips. I let myself fall deeper into an ocean of expensive regret. Not swimming but drowning, willingly drowning. After letting myself go it was finally quiet; my life truly serene.

I’d sailed so far out that I hadn’t even realized I was now on my feet, stumbling towards the door. A knock or more like an aggressive hit was waiting on the other side. Looking through the keyhole I saw a familiar face. 

“I brought food and some of that good liquor you like.”

“Thanks. You can leave it at the door.”

Sighing he looked towards the floor. The two of us waited like a western shootout and I wasn’t about to make the first move.

“Can we just talk,” he asked, “Please.”

Even when we were kids, I was the target of his constant nagging. To him I was proof he didn’t need powers to be a hero. A hero that wasn’t like Batman.

I stared at him a moment longer before reluctantly pulling the handle open. On the other side of the door was a disheveled Dick Grayson. He was wearing jeans and a sweater; nothing too fancy, but he was more put together then I was. 

I brought my eyes up to his face where he was impatiently waiting for me. Though I was listening for the howels behind him. Waited for some backhanded comment about how I was the scum of the earth. How I deserved to be dead, not spite those who are already. My mind was foggy and distant, far enough away from reality that I simply couldn’t see them.

Braking from his eyes, I held a hand out and gestured towards the bottle in his grasp. Quickly, he rearranged his hold on the plastic bag and pushed it towards me. My hand anxiously grabbed it before bringing it down to my side.

I couldn’t bother to look at the label as I wandered back towards the TV, “This better be the good shit, Grayson.”

“Only the best for the best,” he answered, hesitantly entering the apartment. Hearing the door shut behind him I fell into a mountain of blankets and pillows, snuggling myself into them. They shielded me from the upcoming conversation.

He took a seat next to me, undoubtedly uncomfortable. He didn’t know where to put his hands, so they ended up stuffed in his lap. 

The silence must have been eerie for him as it fell over us. I quickly unscrewed the cap to the bottle. This wasn’t like when we patrolled the watch tower, back then we trusted each other. Though someone had to make a move, and it sure as hell wasn’t going to be me.

“Why,” he whispered, “Why didn’t you tell me.”

In his words it felt like a rock was logged in my throat, stopping me from answering. I can’t just tell him it wasn’t his fault. Am I supposed to explain what it’s like, because to me at least, it's livable. Strictly livable. How do you explain to a person who wants the one thing you hate most, that it’s not worth it.

A long breath passed my lips before I took a sip, “I didn’t want to.”

“You remember when we were kids, out in Bialya? I hadn’t even known you for 6 months, and guess who I ran to? You. I ran to you because I knew,” He took a sudden pause, “Well, I thought I knew.” A sense of betrayal laced his voice as he dared to look at me. Rolling my eyes I tipped the bottle again.

Coming out from the blankets I sat up, “It wasn’t your problem,” I slurred, “Besides it’s not like I'm dead or something. I’m still just a regular Joe.” That was another lie.

“A regular Joe who can communicate with the dead. And for the record, if you were actually ok, you would have realized that you were drinking a bottle of Tido’s.”

With the comment my eyes shot towards the bottle, “You son of a bitch,” I dryly laughed. I hated vodka, Tido’s especially; he must have remembered from my 21st. 

Though he didn’t seem too amused, “For someone who ‘knows how to handle this’, you look awful,” Setting my poison on the floor he continued, “Swallow your pride Y/N, let us help you.” I looked up to make sure I heard him correctly. When I realized I did, something snapped.

It was the straw that broke the camel's back.

“Can you help me? Like you have a clue about what goes on inside my head,” I started, “I have spent years, no, decades figuring how to live like this.”

My sarcasm started to boil into anger, “So yeah, i’m not perfectly happy, but at least I can say I’m alive. After being surrounded by grief and death for so long, I can finally prove to myself I’m alive.”

“Maybe being alive isn’t what the world needs from me, but for the first time in my life, I want to live. Live like death isn’t two steps behind me,”

“Then let us help you-”

Amused, I looked at him, “I’m done with this hero bullshit.”

He looked panicked by their sudden statement, “Then let me save you Y/N.”

“Haven’t you learned anything,” I shouted, “I can’t let you save me, because I want to save myself!”

A/N: How was the story? Got some feedback? Let me know in the comments. Thanks for reading and I'll see you soon!

#young justic x reader #young justice imagines #kid flash x you #nightwing x reader #dc x reader #dc imagine #dc imagines #batfam x reader

[netherworldpost]

Would you ever make the "I have a lot of feelings about this book" card design into a sticker label? I'd love to buy a pack to put on my favorite books before I lend them out. Also, not me shopping in your store before I actually receive my first order ... BUT I LOVE YOUR STUFF!

Hey there! Firstly, thank you!

I'm extremely pleased and humbled by your enjoyment. I'm also a bit "hm hm! hm!!" because we are barely starting out along a very long plan to make wonder and create dazzle.

Book stickers get tricky. It has to be extremely clearly worded in teh description "this sticker is unlikely to come off and will likely cause damage if you remove it" and other such things.

So saying, there is a future phase of... stuff... (everything from stickers similar to what you mentioned to registry stuff to stories and rambles) called "Eldritch Librarian" that I've been tinkering with for some 7 or 8 years at least.

It started slowly with Evil Supply Co. but the company was so scattered that the notes just kinda went everywhere and I couldn't focus. Part of --

The Shift I Ought to Cleverly Name and Likely Won't Because It Amuses Me To Call It Something Different Every Time

-- has been to resolve that lack of focus.

With book modifications, things get inherently personal, very quickly (hence the looping this project with Eldritch Librarian). Some books are to gift, some are to lend, both need to be addressed in modification.

The Short Answer: Yes, on an unknown schedule, and part of a larger system.

As to your order!

Again I say thank you!

It's ready.

It's either in the mail or will be in the mail tomorrow (Monday, April 22).

If you haven't gotten an email tracking yet, that will come on Monday morning sometime, depending on where your order sat in the queue.

I was tinkering with the shipping system last night.

Tracking info generates immediately when your label is produced, as your order is packed, but prior to said tinkering, it would only email Day Of Going Out the Door.

Now it emails within a few minutes of the label being generated.

The advantage to this being those of us whom Are Frequently Awake in the Middle of the Night staring at the walls and wondering "hm has that shipped yet" and rather than waiting on servers to click over to what is deemed (for whatever reason) as The Time to Send, it just sends immediately.

I will also say thank you one last time.

When I say "I was overwhelmed with the initial response" I mean it both emotionally (most positive possible connotation) and physically (most positive possible connotation).

I'll always ship what is currently considered slow -- always a small pile of days, the target is 2 - 5 days, with an upper limit of 8 or 9 days.

The window being "do we have your particular item in stock, right now, or will it be added to the next production run."

I could (and have) ramble about it for many (many) hours, but the short answer comes down to:

We produce in very small batches (high inventory can increase profit but compromises ability to experiment)

In off-peak hours (this allows us to slash production cost, enabling us to sell cards very inexpensively)

Using non-billionaire-owned suppliers as often as possible, respecting their production lines and timeframes etc. This is not a rebuff or commentary of anyone's business practices. It is simply part of my "We are a tiny business, we should support small businesses when buying boxes, etc." sensibility.

We hit what I figured we'd sell in our first six months within about six days.

The good thing about logistics, though, is there are industries (purposefully plural) around every single problem that exists. And just raw practice. There was a point where I figured out how to fold boxes a certain way that cut the time to fold in half.

Okay this was a lot :)

So: Yes. But not very soon. Part of something bigger. And THANK YOU!

[exilethegame]

i saw someone ask another author this q and i was curious: if a stranger were to watch the exile and ROs (in the crushing stage) interact, how would you rank the ROs in terms of what the stranger would think of them from ‘just two friends!’ to ‘oh my god can they just get a room’?



👀

From least to most obvious: Jost, Syfyn, Sabir, Amilia, Vethna, Nikke, Freedom

Jost: Jost simply does not do emotions publicly. Even if MC has the inkling that Jost is, in fact, not devoid of any and all feelings, she still needs the rest of the world to think that. So, even if she was literally screaming into her pillow at night thinking of the MC, she's going to keep that on lockdown publicly. There is quite literally nothing that could possibly even hint at Jost liking MC to a stranger. Not even Nikke would be able to tell.

Even if MC was super aggressive in flirting with her, her response would likely be annoyance/anger. MC would probably be able to tell it's because she's flustered, but anyone else would assume it's a flat out rejection.

Syfyn: Syfyn also tries not show her emotions in public, but she's not quite as good at it as Jost is: close-- but not quite. Regardless, a stranger would have no idea Syfyn liked MC-- they'd just assume they're really good friends.

If MC aggressively flirted with her in public, she'd get super flustered and wound up, but I don't think a stranger would be able to tell if Syfyn's reaction is a result of embarrassment, annoyance, anger, reciprocation, etc. Though, anyone who knows her would definitely know it's the last one.

Sabir: I think a stranger would like... have an inkling that Sabir likes MC. It would be really hard to tell since Sabir is such a stickler to politeness. He bows when he meets people, regularly does what he can to be a gentleman to everyone, and in general takes great pride in being kind to everyone (unless you're a *cough* Mevnrael or Ivante *cough*). Also, the way Sabir flirts when in public is very subtle-- it might be a hand on the back, a whisper in the ear, a coy hidden smile, etc. Some might be more suspicious than others, but in general, they're also all actions that a conspiratorial politician does when gossiping or trying to hide information.

If MC flirted with him in public, I still don't know if a stranger would be able to tell if it was a mutual crush thing? Anyone who knows Sabir would definitely know Sabir is flirting back, but otherwise his responses to MC's quips might just seem like polite responses to someone who's coming on too strong.

So... in general... I would say a stranger would just be completely and utterly confused on the nature of the relationship. A sort of "will they, won't they" type beat.

Amilia: A stranger would definitely be able to tell Amilia has a crush on MC after a few minutes of watching. Amilia blushes very easily, especially when the Commander is involved, and on top of that she gets a serious case of the puppy dog eyes whenever MC is in her sights. Other than that, I think she's a lot more bubbly when with an MC she has a crush on otherwise. She'll be a lot more prone to giggle-fits and smiles a lot.

If MC flirts with Amilia in public... oh god, is it going to be apparent. Amilia will be reduced to a stumbling mess and said stranger might even feel a bit bad for how bad Amilia's crushing.

Vethna: Vethna's affection is very apparent and not something they try to hide. Honestly, I think anyone observing MC + Vethna would probably just assume they're already in a relationship and have been together for months, if not longer. I think while that excitement of a crush is still there for them both, there's also this deep comfort/sense of respite in finding someone who understands them. So they kinda skip over the super affectionate honeymoon phase and land in the comfortable/reliable part of a relationship (to a stranger).

I honestly think a flirty MC would only further solidify this-- Vethna would respond in amused but polite quips that tell MC to tone it down in public, only further making someone think whatever it is between them has been going on for a while.

Nikke: People are going to be begging for MC + Nikke to get a room not because they're being sexual in public, but because dear god they will not stop bickering like a married couple. Do this, do that, no not that way, this way-- the arguing is so precise and on the nose that it's impossible to not tell MC + Nikke have some sort of tension between each other, and whatever it is, it's personal and passionate. It's like through their aggression they automatically make people go "oh, yeah, they're totally a thing." If they're not doing that, I think Nikke is like... surprisingly soft with MC once he realizes his emotions are solid? Not mushy gushy or anything, but just genuine with doting undertones. And if he's not doing that, he's definitely teasing them like a schoolboy with a crush.

And if MC flirts with Nikke in public... well, then people are gonna be begging for them to get a room because dear god do they need to get a room.

Freedom: Gods have mercy. That's all I can really say. The flirtatious manner that Freedom has towards MC while in their head/invisible to everyone else stays the same long after they've been given a physical form-- which means that everyone else also has to deal with listening to Freedom's flirtations towards MC. They're shameless and have no idea what personal boundaries are in public. Will they push it too far if MC allows them to? Absolutely.

Honestly, it largely depends on MC to keep them in check. Otherwise... 👀

#answered #jost #nikke #sabir #syfyn #amilia #vethna #freedom

[wildcole]

Life Instinct

Hey! So I wrote this because I really like the Life instinct notion, i hope you'll like it.

Pairing: Bradley Bradshaw x reader (no use of Y/N)

Warning: angst (if you squint your eyes), a kiss.

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Bradley didn’t like going straight home after the return from a mission, it was like life was deflating under his gaze and it used to make him feel like his body was home, but not his mind, still stuck in the cockpit.

So he had found a trick quickly, a stop between airport and home, that would fusion him back, whole again and ready to remember that he had fall asleep in his house, in his bed, and not some obscure carrier in the middle of a sea.

It’s a quiet coffee shop that does the trick, it’s open all night, all day, and Bradley is grateful, not only for the good coffee, but for the calm atmosphere that lays in the air. The lights are dim, the music is emptying heads and thoughts.

There’s little garden in the back, where the chair is covered in blanket, and the fairy lights are overly pretty.

His bag is heavy, but his head is heavier. He’s happy to find the barista he wanted to see, behind the counter.

“Bradley! It’s good to see you! The usual?” he asks with a tired smile.

“It’s good to see you too, yes Mark, please.”

The two men are calm, and Bradley is relieved to finally see someone, not in the army, and with a friendly gaze. His eyes are gently observing the busy hands of Mark, who are flying from bottle to bottle, to compose his chai latte. He doesn’t why he first drink that, but Mark had seen his distress in front of the long and complex menu, and had simply suggest the hot beverage to Bradley, and it had been a good aim.

“You’ve been coming a lot those past months, you should take a break.”

Mark knows that Bradley comes only when he is coming back from a mission, and he had not missed the sleepy eyes and how he looked a bit more under the weather every time.

“Yeah, but that was the last time for a bit, I’ve got a two months’ vacation.” He chuckled and Mark nods, smiling.

“There you go.”

The cup is steaming and Bradley hands him the exact money and disappear in the back.

The air is fresh but not cold, San Diego’s weather is still soft on its population, and Bradley loves that.

A few minutes pass and suddenly, he’s not alone anymore.

A young woman enters the garden, she’s buried in a thick jacket, her hair are ruffled and she looks as tired as him. She sits a bit further in the garden, more under the night sky, and the fairy lights don’t touch her, don’t enlighten her face to his eyes, but still, she looks pretty. Bradley turns his head elsewhere not to make her uncomfortable, but he can feel that she’s not here, just as him, she’s lost somewhere else.

His eyes go to her once again, but something catch his eyes. On her neck, behind some strands of hair. A dark mark, like a wet stain, on her skin. His eyes continue to detail her form, and the white sole of her shoes are stained too.

She gets a cigarette out and Bradley observe her fingers. The nails are dirty, and with a quick movement in the light, he sees that it’s blood, under her nails.

Something in his being shifts and Bradley grows uncomfortable. What does he-

“I’m sorry, but are you okay?” she asks, from her seat, she looks genuinely concerned and yet Bradley doesn’t trust her tone.

“Is it blood?”

She looks on her shoes and her nails.

“Yeah. Sorry.” She doesn’t look phased by what she’s saying, rubbing the dark spot on her neck, and Bradley is taken aback by the weirdness of the conversation.

But Bradley doesn’t look away, and she seems to feel it. Then it seems to be hitting her.

“Oh! I’m sorry, I didn’t- I’m a veterinarian, I just finished my shift and…. It’s been a tough night.” She speaks hardly and Bradley feels a bit stupid.

A bit, but not totally, because it’s still blood, and he’s sure Mark must have notice it too.

“No, it’s me, I’m sorry, it’s just that…” he doesn’t finish his sentence, and the woman doesn’t look bothered.

She keeps on taking drags on her cigarette and exhaling white smoke in the air, and Bradley sips on his drink.

“Long day?” he finds himself asking.

“Yeah. You?”

“Just got back.”

“From where?”

“Japan.”

She looks surprised.

“I’m a fighter pilot.” He explains.

She nods and her eyes are buried in her cup.

“Why the tough night?”

The woman raises her eyes and exhale shakily.

“Tough patient, it was pretty aggressive.” She chuckles but it sounds shallow.

“Dog?” he asks dumbly.

“Lion.”

Bradley stops.

“You operated a lion?”

“Yes.”

She smiles at him, and it’s the first time their eyes meet.

“What are you drinking?” he asks.

“I don’t know.”

He giggles.

“Can I take a guess?”

She chuckles, but her shoulder fall a bit and she buries herself a bit more in the big armchair.

“Is it sugary?”

“Just the right amount.”

“Is there cinnamon?”

“Yeah.” She speaks looking at her cup, and it’s almost like she’s trying to talk to it. Bradley finds it funny.

“Can I take a sip?” he asks suddenly and he’s surprised himself.

The woman looks surprised and nods, she doesn’t know what to say. He gets up and he wonders briefly for a second since when his flirting skills got that bad. And if he’s flirting at all or overall just being weird. She just raises her cup and he leans down in her space to suck on the straw.

Chai latte.

His hand is resting on the arm resting on the arm rest and the other on the back of the chair, he’s just above her and her head is raised to him.

His eyes meet hers once again and somethings shift between them. She looked at his lips and his noticed it. He lowers his head, she raises hers. There’s no hesitation in their movements, because they both know it’s a special and particular moment not to rush, where they are taking what they need from a stranger. Because yes, he doesn’t know this woman, but he just lost colleagues, he saw pilots getting shot down, in the middle of the sky, he heard the screaming in the sky, thought the comms, and this was the end. He doubted nothing could bring him back instantly to the living’s world, but this kiss right now, looks like a door.

They lips meet and the worlds starts again for the both of them, her lips are soft, and moving gently against him, like a new lesson is getting taught to his lips. Bradley falls back in life.

Bradley doesn’t dare to move his hands, but they clench a bit on the armchair and he feels a gentle hand sliding on his neck. The fingers are cold and don’t root in his hair. He wants to touch her, to bring this hesitant life instinct closer to him, but he doesn’t wanna risk it, he’s not sure if she’s okay with it.

She opens her mouth, her tongue colder than his, and he wants to warm her just like she is warming him up.

Her cigarette is ending, the ash is falling on the ground.

He licks her mouth and the kiss is getting deeper. No lust is present, only love, and he doesn’t know where it’s coming from nor why it’s there, but right now, he doesn’t wanna repress it.

The kiss ends naturally, like everything that happened was necessary, for the both of them. Her eyes don’t leave his. Her hand slides to the side of his face in a tender way and falls back down next to her thigh.

Bradley wants to apologize, but he doesn’t regret that kiss, because of how much it grounded him. He just hopes she doesn’t either.

“I needed that, I’m sorry I took it from you.” She speaks, hesitant, but her eyes aren’t shying away.

“I needed it too. I’m happy I gave it to you.” He smiles.

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Tell me if you want a part 2, I'll be happy to write it!

:)

#bradley bradshaw fic #bradley bradshaw fluff #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw x y/n #bradley bradshaw #top gun maverick #top gun fanfiction #top gun fic #top gun imagine #top gun fluff #top gun x reader #top gun movie #bradley bradshaw fanfiction

[shuttershocky]

hey shutters! i hope this isn't a heavy ask, but i've fallen off hard from arknights the last few months. i want to get back into it, but trying to clear events feels like a chore because i think even now my skills are still lacking. i brute force things too much for sure, but i feel i lack the creativity to try new comps/always end up needing to look at walkthroughs. how should i go about getting over this stagnation? sorry for the trouble and thank you!

Whenever you work on a clear, if all you're looking for is a mission accomplished screen (which is admittedly most of the playerbase, they're just here for the character collecting and aren't really here for the gameplay), you're always going to naturally default to brute force. This also has the side effect of forcing you to feel like you always need to keep up with the current "meta" (apart from the general FOMO content created by so many AK youtubers which I despise, running Thorns on 90% of general content still works and is still as simple as ever) because the meta is ever increasing brute force to finish stages faster and faster (see: comparisons between Thorns and Typhon, which is such a disingenuous comparison imo when they're not only members of different classes, but they don't even occupy the same tiles)

The thing about working on your strategy / creativity is that you shouldn't be afraid of failure. It's very rare that you're ever going to get an idea completely right the first time (or even the second and third). You have to think about something fun you want to try, run it in practice mode, fail, and then identify the problems your run had and make modifications to solve those problems (either changing operator skills, placements, or operators entirely), iterating this process until you have a clear you're satisfied with.

For example, after I finished upgrading Hellagur's module to level 3, I wanted to have a clear where he beats the strongest possible 1v1 boss that he can actually take on as the main DPS with S1M3. Patriot wasn't feasible due to his 4x hit and 2000 DEF on Phase 1 making it impossible for Hellagur to hurt him (although Phase 2 Hellagur can beat), so instead I went with Deathless Black Snake in JT8-3.

The first time I tried it, Hellagur lost. The true damage over time effect from the boss countered his regen from attacks while the boss' attacks eventually overwhelmed him. The second time, I tried it with Skadi Alter and Perfumer helping him with regen, but Skadi would blow up before her S2 could activate even with medics healing her, and Hellagur would still lose. The third time, I tried activating Perfumer's skill 2 instead, and the increased regen actually countered enough of the damage over time effect that Hellagur could win, but he died to the fireballs right after. Another iteration with Nightingale's cages blocking the fireballs, and Hellagur could survive to fight Phase 2, etc etc.

If this sounds like fun, then there's a ton of depth to the game for you to mine for and the experience can feel extremely rewarding.

If this doesn't sound like fun, then don't force yourself! If you're feeling like you're simply not having fun anymore, it's much better for you to walk away than to keep pushing it because of the time you've already invested and just growing resentful of the game overall. The only reason to play a video game is because you're having fun. The time to walk away is when you're no longer having any fun, don't let any external pressures keep you playing something you no longer enjoy.

#Arknights

[azulera]

Inseparable

Pairing: Reece James x Black Reader

Summary: Reece is away on international duty, and you're away on a family trip. The distance helps you to make an important realization about your relationship, but certain visitor(s) always seem to be around when you think to share it with him.

Genre/Warnings: slice of life fluff, humor / none

Notes: i started this during international break, just wanted to read something sweet about my bf reece so i finally finished it :) this is only section 1 of 6, but u can visit ao3 to read the whole thing. just pretend reecy didn't go home early and enjoy the jude b jumpscares throughout! thoughts and feedback are welcome

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I. Day 1

When the FaceTime call first connected, a brown forehead and dark crop of curls were the only things visible. Any words of greeting were lost among the noise of bustling people and intercom voices announcing arrivals and departures in Spanish, English and French that filled the airport and all your other senses. After a moment, you connected your headphones and propped the phone up on the suitcase handle in your lap. Predictably, the airport signal was poor.

“Hey babe, can you hear me?” You looked into the camera, at the still fragmented view of head and hair, and rearranged your flight-ruffled twists over your shoulder. “Reece, can you hear?”

“Yeah, just hold on–”

Your stomach rolled in excitement to see him, though it hadn’t been more than 24 hours since the last time. The relationship, only 4 months old, was still in the rose-colored center of the “everything is perfect” phase, and you weren't sure you’d ever get used to being apart.

“Alright, there.” He’d pulled the camera back, so you could see his full face, and the smile that burst forth was effortless.

“Wow.” You drew out the word. “I can’t believe I flew 2000 miles away from you, by choice.”

“I can.” He complained, even as a soft grin settled on his lips and eyes. “It hasn’t stopped raining in London since you left. Did you all get in okay?”

“Yeah, we did! We’re here. Waiting now for a cab to our hotel, it should be around soon.” The light layer of scruff he’d grown across his chin caught your attention as you looked down at his face, and suddenly, seven days, the length of time that would pass before you could pass your fingers against it, seemed brutal. You tried instead to direct your thoughts to the positive. “Even from the plane, though, everything looks amazing. Where are you? Still at St George’s?”

“We just wrapped up, actually. I’m – can’t you see?” He tipped his phone back, and you got a view of one of St. George’s physio suites, lined with beds, therapy equipment, trainers, and a few other players milling about. Reece himself lay on his stomach with his shorts pulled high, his calf tattoo and the backs of his thighs glistening with some substance.

“Oop! Wait-” Your eyes widened. “Wait, let me see again? I didn’t get a good look–”

“Y/N,” Reece tutted. “Behave.”

Your eyes rolled toward the domed airport ceiling, even as his words bounced around somewhere warm in your chest.

“It’s not my fault you’re built like that. Just want you to squeeze me between them and -–”

“Okay! Okay,” He said through a nervous laugh, darting his eyes around the room he was in. “We are in public, the both of us. Let’s change the subject, please.”

You sighed and took a glance around the airport, which continued to fill as other flights landed, all sorts of eager travelers preparing for or returning from vacation. To your boyfriend there wasn’t so much new to say, as hours of the night before had been spent in bed cuddled up close, Reece’s body between your legs and your hands in his hair, chatting about whatever little thing came up. It was a nice activity on its own, but the real objective had been simply taking each other in, his scent, the feel of your hands roaming his back, the shape of his curls beneath your fingers, and trying to store up as much closeness as possible for the week ahead.

In the short quarter-year of your relationship, this week would be the first and longest time you’d been truly apart.

“Are you having a massage, then?” You asked finally.

“Yeah, I am. The gaffer’s let us off a bit easy today since it’s the first day back, but it’s still cold as ever. S’not good on the bones.”

You shuffled around in your seat, not accidentally nudging your sister, who was sleeping in the adjacent chair. She was 14 years old and yet still a baby, who’d whined about needing to nap while your parents went out to watch for the cab.

“Well, that must be nice then, getting warmed back up. I could use a massage myself, my sister fell asleep with her big head on me the whole way and my shoulder’s dead.”

“I got you when you’re back, don’t worry.” Reece replied. You rolled your eyes another time, choosing to ignore the cheeky look on his face. Little strings of missing him pulled at you already.

“So, what are you all up to the rest of the day?” He asked more innocently.

“Sleeping, probably.” You stole a look over to your sister, who was still dozing with her suitcase clutched to her chest, nose up in the air. “Our hotel is right by the water, so we might go for a swim, definitely grab some food. Tomorrow, I know we’re going to an outdoor market my mum wants to see, and then this cathedral my dad won’t stop talking about.”

“Oh, that sounds fun.” Reece’s face pinched as the massage continued. All you could see from the screen were a pair of pale forearms working and disappearing behind him. “And tell them both I said hi, yeah? And your sister, too.”

“I will,” You nodded. “She’s still been begging for a Chelsea away kit in her size, even though I told her to stop, but — are you alright?”

“Yeah, I’m good. Almost done.” He bit down on his lip. “These don’t feel as nice as you think, you know. Especially with old Robbie here, I think he’s got it out for me.”

You heard the deep, muffled voice of the trainer in the background and Reece’s responding laugh. Then another deep voice joined in.

“Not too much on Robbie here, he’s a good lad.” Reece’s eyes lifted to it’s source, somewhere up above the camera, and a slight shadow fell over him.

“No one’s asked you? Move.” Reece laughed at the invisible voice.

“Are you on the phone? Who are you talking to?”

“Don’t worry about it–”

“Oi, hello Y/N!”

Beside Reece suddenly appeared the dark brows and brown eyes of Jude Bellingham, the only match for the strong Birmingham accent that you could imagine talking to your boyfriend that way. You’d first met last year, at a small party for Reece’s birthday, and you’d found his constant banter with Reece and chameleon personality immediately endearing. It had been months still since you’d last seen him.

“Is that Jude?! Long time no see, friend!”

The young man smiled and pushed closer into the center view of the camera, blocking Reece’s face.

“Way too long, I swear. Reece keeps you locked away like a prisoner or something. How’ve you been? You’re away on holiday, I heard?”

“Nah, he’s not so bad. I get food and water, some outdoor time.” You joked. “But I’m great, really. In Spain for a week with the family, we actually just made it in!”

On the screen, he struggled against Reece’s strong shoulder to keep his face in the frame. “Oh, that’s nice, innit? I’ve been a few times with my family, and it’s lovely. You’ll enjoy it.”

“Yeah, but I am worried about Reece … he might lose his head without me.” The words left you jokingly, but not without some truth in them.

“It’s already looking that way, you know. He’s been getting massaged for like an hour, which makes no sense cause, what does he even do on the pitch? Just stands there.”

Your mouth popped open, releasing a surprised laugh, as Reece told his friend in a very impolite way to stop talking.

“You’ll look after him, then, won’t you?” You asked. “Make sure he’s alright while I’m gone? Annoy him a little bit?”

“Don’t you worry, sis,” Jude patted a hand atop Reece’s head, which he swatted away. “I promise to stay on his nerves. And make sure he’s tucked into bed and had his tea by 10.”

“I’m forever indebted. You know how grumpy our Reece can get when his schedule’s thrown off.”

“You two are mental.” Reece laughed, and you joined him, continuing to catch up with Jude until your sister made a sharp movement to your left.

“Mum texted and said the car's here.” She said through a yawn. Her puff was smushed from where it had pressed against your shoulder and the seat. “Stop blabbing to your boyfriend and let’s go.”

A glance was just barely spared for her before you turned back to the phone. She would flip if she knew the special guest who was also on the other end of it.

“My mum says our cabs here, babe, so I’ve gotta go. But I’ll call back soon. Every two days, remember?”

The question was met with silence, as Reece’s face turned for a moment away from the phone.

“Reece? You repeated, stretching out the vowels. “Do you remember?”

A loud “smack” resounded in the air, and you caught sight of Jude’s hand slicing through the air and down onto Reece’s skin.

“Pay attention, bro! She’s talking to you.”

Reece’s features drew into a scowl, that slowly receded as he turned his face back. Another laugh trapped in your throat.

“Every two days, babe, I know.” Reece nodded. “I won’t forget. But you have fun, yeah? No worrying about work or classes or anything like that. Just enjoy it.”

You smiled, assuring him that you would, gathering your suitcase and standing up from your chair.

“And if you need anything, or to talk, on the off days,” Reece suddenly added. “It’s okay. I’ll be busy, but, I’ll find the time. Just let me know.”

The sentiment hidden behind his words, and the care in his eyes as he said them, made another, heavier, equally tender three words rise and itch in the back of your throat. Neither of you had uttered the phrase just yet, “I love you”, but each memory made and day spent together made the declaration harder and harder to hold back. But for now, several countries and a few timezones apart, you swallowed it down. The noise in the physio suite and the airport seemed to rise as you and your sister reached the exit doors, and regardless of how Reece might react, the truth of your feelings for him was a message you believed better delivered in person.

“I really appreciate you communicating that. But I think I’ll text Jude first, make sure it fits with your schedule, okay?”

“Whatever” he mumbled, before you said your goodbyes and ended the call. Being separated when you’d spent so much time together the last months was a strange, new feeling, and even now, it wasn’t clear how well you’d respond as the time went on. But Reece being back in the 3 Lions camp, and you surrounded by loved ones was a comfort you were sure would see the both of you through. The week would fly by, and you would relax, and enjoy it as it did.

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[lilylovessev]

about you || snamione

“You’ve lost your mind.”

Hermione scoffed, shaking her head, “As if I could ever lose my mind.” 

She closed her final suitcase, zipping it up with rather more force than intended. “You’ve known about my decision to leave for a long time, Ron. Why are you only now harrassing me about changing my mind? We both know that’s not going to happen.” 

Their relationship was rocky, to say the least. They hadn’t officially ended things, but she knew that this was going to be the final nail in the coffin. Regardless of her still being with him, this was something that she felt she had to do for herself. She wasn’t going to remain trapped there solely because that was what everyone wanted from her. She wasn’t ready to settle down in the way that he was. She certainly wasn’t ready to give up what she wanted from life in order to conform to the societal expectations of women her age. Deep down, she knew that it wasn’t just that, this simply wasn’t working. Quite frankly, she didn’t have the heart yet to end things with him. Ron was just so familiar. He was one of her best friends, let alone her partner. There had been a time a few months ago when it had hit her like a ton of bricks that her entire adult life thus far had been defined by her relationship with him. She’d had a few years now of getting to know exactly who she was when she wasn’t constantly being pin-pointed by the events going on around her, and she was more than this. 

And so, she had known that she was in desperate need of a change of scenary and situation. Yet, she’d wanted to be somewhere familiar. It had almost seemed fated when the job had immediately come up, not that she necessarily believed in that sort of thing occurring. She was fully aware that the History of Magic was not the most desirable teaching post at Hogwarts. However, she was hoping to change that reputation, and wanted to bring a little rigour and interest back to the subject again. She was going to make it genuinely intriguing. She’d already made all sorts of plans, plans that she’d yet to actually run by Professor McGonagall. Of course, whom had been so happy when she’d agreed to take on the post. She wasn’t getting any younger, and so having another very reliable member of staff would undoubtedly be a relief. 

“Please,” she said as she turned to him. “Please, don’t make this any more difficult than it has to be. It doesn’t have to be hard. You are allowed to be happy for me. This is what I want. I know that it isn’t really what you want, and I am deeply sorry for that. It’s not as if I’m going to be a million miles away. You can visit. I can visit. I will visit.” It wasn’t just him that she was going to miss, obviously. She still wanted to remain a part of her social circle, but she’d also be glad of the breather from it all. She loved them all so dearly, but had never really been without them. This was a chance for her to do a job that she wanted to do, in a place that she wanted to be, without anything else being presumed of her. She had worked her arse off over the last few years. The Ministry respected her for far more than just her war efforts. The powers that be hadn’t been entirely pleased about her decision, but they did support her wanting to work at Hogwarts.

She leaned in, pressing a kiss to his cheek, utterly drained from discussing this for the last twenty-four hours. She just wanted to leave and get it over with. They’d all met up for one last hurrah before her heading off to the school that day, and it had been made uncomfortable by his grumbling about her leaving. It was ridiculous, given that if he put in the effort, he’d be able to whenever he wanted. It had been particularly childish behaviour, even for him, everyone had been weary of it. However, it didn’t phase her anymore. She was happy about this decision, even if she was a little wary about joining the staff. It was going to be rather different to be a teacher there, especially now.

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“Hermione! How lovely it is to see you.”

She smiled, taking off her sunglasses as she walked through the foyer. It wasn’t yet full of the noise of teenagers, which was quite nice. She was going to just take everything in again for a moment. Obviously, she’d returned after they’d rebuilt, and so she was used to things being slightly different from how they’d once been. Yet, it never failed to hit her, the sheer immensity of this place. 

“It’s lovely to see you too, Professor McGonagall.”

“Just Minerva now, please. Now, let me show you up to your room. We’ve had it freshly decorated just for you.”

“Oh, you didn’t have to go to that effort...” She smiled appreciatively, moving to walk alongside Minerva; that was going to take some getting used to. She looked around as they ascended the familiar staircase, and she couldn’t help but feel glad, thoroughly glad to be back. The stress that she’d been holding onto had been lifted from her shoulders. This wasn’t going to be quite as high-pressure as her previous job, and just being there made her feel better. Yes, they’d been through some fairly terrible times there, the worst of times. Yet, also the best. This was a fresh start. 

#para

[reality-detective]

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....Message:

Confirmed: Military in training for Implementation of the Emergency Broadcast System

The trigger for the E B S will be

Vaccination mandates worldwide with lockdowns. When this in fact occurs you will know we are right around the corner from a new world folks, do not get angry, and do not panic whatsoever. This is needed. Yes it truly must happen like this so we can transition to a bright future. It is part of the script and last phase of, indeed gut wrenching, awakening movie that was necessary to awaken the masses. This will ensure everyone is safely placed in their home and able to witness the historical moment that reveals all of the truths, cover ups etc. through the E B S which is imminent. There must be a test and then a review of all occurrences and activities. The possible implications on a National and Global level can be quite complicated so things must be in alignment to the protocols. Yes there are many consequences if things aren’t done with precision and perfection. This is the practice run before the real one folks to see responses and accuracy to what is forthcoming which changes humanity. We hear the schedule is now finally firm, but again I’m just the messenger. Be ready to adjust if needed in regards to possible time changes. Only a select few know the moment of exact and precise timing of events. For security and other obvious reasons it must be properly kept private. Again the E B S is going to air playing an 8 hour video. It will be replaying 3 times a day for 10 days, Communication Darkness.

During those 10 Days of Communication Darkness the following things will happen. We will receive 7 "Trumpets " aka E. B. S. text messages on our phones alerting us to tune into our TV at this time. Our phones will only work for 911 and we are informed the Signal App, which is military encrypted will be available. Our TV’s will only show 3 explanatory movies on a continuous loop for the 10 days. It will cover topics of Arrests,, tribunals, fraud corruption , pedophilia etc Our internet will not work during that time. Our ATM’s will not work. After the 10 days of Communication Darkness, we will connect to a new quantum internet.

People are urged to stock up on at least three weeks of food and water. We are promised the new Star-link Internet System by the end of the month.

Again I repeat be prepared with food, water, toilet paper, generators, etc... for this great awakening reveal.

As we speak the teams coordinating this important historic event are revamping the E.B.S to ensure the utmost security for all involved so remain patient as things get finalized. They want to make certain there are not any interferences of any sort at all. Those making the plan want no one to panic whatsoever because it’s simply the release of the truth.

After the E. B. S. and we’ve gone through the 10 day mainstream media blackout and we've sat through all the 24/7, (eight hour long movies), do we go back to normal like business as usual?

Answer is: After the E. B. S. and the 8 hour long 24 - 7 movies, all will change. The, life support, attached to the old and evil systems will be pulled. Humanity, and planet Earth simultaneously move to quantum reality consciousness system (Peace and Prosperity). End of Financial and Human consciousness enslavement. Old systems of Government, Education , Finance, Health, Trade and Commerce etc., will all be dismantled and replaced.

We will have new currency called the USN, US NOTE and will be gold backed.

The time is now to alert as many who will listen. Do not have too much pride. Go warn those you love even though they think you’re crazy. Your goal for others is truly to help absorb the shock of what is coming.

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Live by the 6 - P Rule: Proper Planning Prevents Piss Poor Performance. People may think I'm crazy but to be honest, the crazy ones will be the ones who will not be prepared for what is coming. And it is coming. 🤔

#pay attention #educate yourself #educate yourselves #reeducate yourself #knowledge is power #reeducate yourselves #think for yourself #think for yourselves #think about it #do your homework #do your research #do your own research #question everything #ask yourself questions #ask yourself #urgent message #warning #be ready #be prepared

[dimitrescusistersplssteponme]

Okay this is my headcanon on Daniela on my modern au! I will just simply continue from my last post! By @cryst4lwitch Finally the pain is gone and I can do this finally! (Took longer to finish this because of my stupid ass website)

Daniela

Work:

Honestly she's known more as a streamer/youtuber than as a supermodel

Her fans thought she fits better as an online icon than modeling but they still support her

Of course she's happy being a model as it her major job while being a internet public is just her other hobby

She has a lighter person on stage meaning her theme is more lighter compare to her sisters

But doesn't mean she won't do darker theme

Paparazzi better watch out because Cassandra taught her well

One of the nicest people in the industry

Is that one friend who will randomly give you chocolate

SHE LOVES HER FANS

She actually do fan meeting where she'll be signing anything what her wants and talk to them as if they were friends and bonus if she brings her sisters with her

Everyone knows she's one of the nicest celeb with their fans

Would repost some arts or edits from her fans with proper edits of course

She loves being on the spotlight but would still prefer sitting in front of her PC and gaming all day long

Surprisingly Alcina is supportive of her streaming career seeing how much her youngest love games when she was little

People love family stream where the whole family is there and doing random things

Love posting thirst traps for her fans Personal Life:

Luxuriously life is in their vocabulary

Like her sisters, she went to the same school and have the lowest grades compare to the three but doesn't really care about academics

Have multiple accounts in Instagram and Twitter because she keeps forgetting her old accounts until she finally have at least three where it's her public account, private and 'fan account'

Her and Cassandra are partners in crime when it comes to annoying Bela 24/7

Even though she's an internet icon and share a lot, she still make sure that some things in her life is still private like her family told her to be careful with

EMO PHASE

She spend most of her free time just surfing the internet being undercover as a fan account and laughing at memes

Laughing how she can she make her fans paranoid that she has a fan account in all social medias

Her room is filled with stuff toys that even maids gave up on cleaning

"But mother! Just one more!"

"Draga, you have at least 100 stuff toy in your room"

Alcina also finds it difficult especially if she walks in her room she might step on one of Dani's stuff toy and trip Relationship:

Daniela have been into a lot of relationship drama that even people finds it amusing but of course Daniela is deeply hurt

People tend to use her kindness, money and popularity which honestly broke her heart especially Daniela was so happy being in the relationship

Her last relationship was only a month before she stop seeing someone for a few months until she met you at a local cafe

You didn't actually know her at all! That's why she was so interested in you

She made the first move and talk with you, she finds you pleasant and extremely nice

Purposely giving you gay panics

Gave you her number and private account

Talk all day and night until YOU ask her on a date after a month of chatting her

You still have no idea who she is

You two went on a museum date while holding hands

Daniela actually prefer dates like this can going to expensive restaurants

You've been dating for 5 months before making it official and it's where she finally opened about her work to you

You didn't honestly care and just be with be with her

Her fans never thought she would go on a low key relationship when she keeps posting faceless photos of you

She keeps posting faceless photos of you whenever she gets the chance

And if you're on her stream you would be behind the camera, out of frame or wearing a mask anything that makes sure your face is covered

If it's her youtube vlog just your favourite animal emoji will do the job for you

Daniela was finally happy being in a genuinely relationship with you and actually someone who loves her as who she is.

#bela dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu x reader #cassandra dimitrescu x reader #daniela dimitrescu x reader #resident evil village #resident evil 8 #house dimitrescu #castle dimitrescu #dimitrescu sisters

[cryptid-pet]

Azushin Headcanons That Woke Me Up at 3 AM (Part Three)

Please respect my ship pspsp//TW: Implement of drugs//sexting//light gore convo//Self harm, DO NOT READ IF THESE BOTHER YOU!!!!

🔪Note and just a heads up, this is headcanon revolving around how Azusa and Shin would text BEFORE and DURING their relationship!!

🐺When they first exchanged numbers, the conversations were very dull, not even a lasting talk either

🔪Actually, it was really an exchange of phone numbers, Azusa managed to get Shin’s number through Carla after begging him 18292919119th times

🐺And since the number was unknown, it DID freak Shin the FUCK out, he even thought one of the Sakamakis (Laito) was trying to stalk him, but then realized it was Azusa and knew Carla gave out his number

🔪After a couple weeks, it came to them texting for school reasons, whether it was for homework or simply working on a collaborative project in the same class (Shin never does the work unlike Azusa so he does cheat his way through getting answers from him because Azusa is Azusa, he’s that sweet to tell Shin the answers)

🐺And then Azusa’s phase kicked in after months with talking about organs and whatnot (Yk, the phase that scared Yuma badly if you seen my discord screenshots lol)

🔪Shin would get these LONG ass messages from Azusa talking about the 1800’s and insane surgeries that probably aren’t even real, investing with maggots into human flesh, etc- AND IT DIDN’T REALLY CREEP SHIN OUT AT ALL (But he does bitch about the time)

Note: Sorry if the text looks weird, I tried to fix it for twenty minutes and it did nothing

🐺They got a good bond going with their dark humor, it escalated swimmingly too, they hardly had arguments towards school related issues

Now getting onto the way they text DURING the relationship

🔪It’s awkward, wicked awkward- Shin confesses and tries to play it cool and before he can even finish typing the next message, Azusa goes “Sure…I’ll date you…”

🐺It becomes difficult because neither one have any relationship experience with another person, ESPECIALLY with the SAME gender (Most their convos now are normal with the dark humor)

🔪It was rough and bumpy on road like this for the first few weeks, first couple months too, THEN it became a little flirtatious

🐺Shin made ALL the moves, trying to even start something up such as sexting, but Azusa is that simply minded and asked questions with what the hell Shin was saying

🔪Shin has once asked Azusa if they ever had sex would he give him head, all Azusa responses with was “Give you head of a penny…? A Human Head…? A skull…?”

🐺The funnier thing is that Kou LOVES to eavesdrop with Azusa on his phone, he would peer behind the couch and loom over Azusa’s shoulder going “ARE YOU TALKING TO SHIN-KUN AGAIN? IT’S BEEN FIVE HOURS!” (As Azusa doesn’t see the problem with that)

🔪On Shin’s end, Carla does not understand why he is always on the phone texting with Azusa since he considers such an impure breed to be a lower class to said Founders, it even BOTHERS Carla because he’s thus no into technology such as smartphones or laptops

🐺Azusa is more mentally unstable, sometimes he can’t even go to any of his siblings because it could lead into some heavy conversation that’s not needed, so his best option (other than Yui because they are close) is Shin

🔪For pride of a founder, Shin isn’t that good at comforting anyone other than his brother, so he’s very limited to wording things in a kind yet polite tone to provide emotional support (But he does try to work on it because he does listen to Azusa either way at the end of the day)

🐺Azusa knows this too with the sluggish yet put in effort Shin tries when trying to help him over messaging, he does also say this to Shin in person and thanks him, Shin shrugs it off (flushed at the cheeks) going “I-I only said all that so you could fucking sleep!”

Ok I’m done for now- SORRY THAT THIS TOOK 19292929 YEARS FOR ME TO POST [1/3] [2/3]

#diabolik lovers #azusa mukami #mukami azusa #tsukinami shin #shin tsukinami #diahell #dialovers headcanons #dialovers #azushin #nixxio headcanons #diabolik lovers headcanon

[mac-aro-ni]

Housekeeping Notes

Hello to the various new followers of this blog in the last few months!

I have noticed that some of you seem to be brand new tumblr accounts. I appreciate you following this blog so quickly after joining tumblr! It warms my heart that so many aromantic people are able to find this blog so quickly!

However, I have only realized this because of certain "common practices" on this site, and I'm worried that some of you might be getting blocked by other blogs you try to follow! If your blog is completely blank (no icon/profile picture, no title, no descriptions, no posts, and all the default settings like having your likes and follows publicly visible), you unfortunately look indistinguishable from a new spambot that hasn't started their second phase of operation yet. A lot of users on this site block accounts that are blank, out of an abundance of precaution for removing spambots from their blog so they don't get spam links in their replies/reblogs. Spambots start by following a massive number of accounts and existing in silence for a week or more, then suddenly start posting stolen pictures from the internet before moving on to posting content that breaks TOS and is full of links trying to scam anyone who clicks them. A blank blog is not a guarantee that in a few more days, you won't start spamming them.

Luckily, there's an easy fix! Simply pick out an image of any kind to act as your blog icon, change your title to anything a human would write ("I'm new!", "~lurking~", and "not a bot" are all perfectly acceptable options), and change your description (a lot of us do mini bios there, but you can also just have something like "I'm new to tumblr and figuring out what I want on my blog still" )! Another quick fix is to make one (1) single post that clarifies you're still adjusting to tumblr, and leaving it as your only post til you start reblogging stuff.

Don't be afraid to hit reblog! It's kinda like retweeting, or sharing on Facebook, or saving a pin to a board on Pinterest. You don't have to add anything to a reblog, but you have the option to add tags (which can be used to organize your blog into different topics like having different boards on Pinterest or albums on Instagram, or to just talk about the post in a way that requires more effort for someone else to include in their reblog from you) or to add text/images/links to the body of the post (that's how those long chain posts with many different blogs adding on their thoughts happen!).

Reblogging is the lifeblood of the site. Tumblr has added algorithmic options to the dashboard in recent years, but most of us prefer to use tumblr the old-fashioned way and only see posts from people we follow. Reblogging is how you get a post in front of your followers! It's how your followers get to know you! Have fun with it!

Liking is the bonus extra-love button, or for when a post is one you like but for whatever reason you don't want it on your blog(s). Reblogging is a better method of engagement, but liking isn't completely useless like a lot of people try to say. Tumblr has added a thing where, if your likes are public, your followers might occasionally see a post that you liked on their dashboard. Most of us keep our likes private, though, so many people aren't aware this is a thing now, and we like things specifically to engage but not show it off on our blogs, so we don't want our likes showing up on people's dashes. I tend to like a post when I would maybe spam multiple reblogs of it but don't want to reblog it several times in a row and clutter up my own blog, or when it's a discourse post I agree with but don't want to spread the discourse around. Artists will often mention things about reblogs being better than likes and it is for this simple reason: reblogging means you are putting it in front of more eyes, and thus helping the artist find buyers/commissions and build their brand. If you follow an artist and hit 'like' on everything they post, consider reblogging some of them so more people see their art and they can get even more attention for their wonderful talent/skill!

Some other things:

For anyone who hasn't checked this blog's homepage out, you may be unaware that this blog is not a main account. It's a group sideblog, one that I do not own. The owner hasn't logged in to tumblr in years, so there won't be any calls for additional moderators for the foreseeable future (as I am unable to add new members myself because of the permissions set by the owner). I am currently the only active mod for the account, so only my main is currently linked in the bio. You can follow me on that blog if you want to get to know me better! I post way more stuff there, just because it's not focused on a single topic like this blog is. (Because this is a sideblog I cannot DM from this account, either, so if you ever need to DM me for some reason you need to go to my main and DM me there.)

I try to answer asks I get here as quickly as possible, and the anonymous option is on! I do my best to reblog things from all across the spectrum of aromantic experiences, but I only have my own experience to base my judgement on, so if there's a particular flavor of aro content you'd like to see more of (posts for a specific identity, more art, more comics, whatever), just send an ask and let me know!

#mod meg #not aro positivity #admin stuff

[lunamidnight]

November 2nd

Fanfiction/Original Fiction

First created: August 2020

Last updated: May 2021

General Premise: Had an idea for a vampire college story where the neighber and friends are vampires and such, and it started off well but i kinda teetered out of it over all.

Other notes: I don’t know if i’ll continue it or not, I can give more info to anyone who wants to take it over.

She has only been living at the college dorms for a couple of months, only really leaving to shop for food and go to her classes, with the occasional visit to the laundry room. She didn’t have many friends at college, but she’s made a sort of pen pal with her across the hall neighbor. It started about two weeks after she moved in and the neighbor in question had a few friends over, and they got pretty loud. She didn’t mind, she’s slept through whole block parties back at her hometown, so she wasn’t phased, but it was nice to receive a small apology letter in her front door the following morning. She decided to make a basket of cookies with a reassuring letter in response. She dropped it off before class and got a responding letter when she got home. After that, it continued like that, usually just letters but the occasional present from both sides weren’t unheard of.

Now they did eventually want to meet in person but their schedules just didn’t work out. She had classes most days till dusk, and would usually go to sleep after some studying. He split his time between work and school, and often only had time late at night to hang with his friends and that was once a week at most. They did what they could with the letters though. Telling everything about each other to one another. She, Talia Priska, was a first-year from a small town with just a father and a few family friends, she was 5 foot nothing and had long brown hair with green eyes. She likes both cats and dogs, loves to bake and play games and music. She was trying to major in Game design as well. 

He, Nathaniel Hugh, was a second-year majoring in general sciences with a minor in psychology. He came from a traveling family that wasn’t in one place for too long, apparently, they just set up shop somewhere in Canada. He was 5,10 with shaggy dirty blonde hair and blue eyes. He also liked both cats and dogs, but also enjoyed lizards and birds as well. He was better at cooking than baking, and he enjoys the occasional drink while playing games with his friends. He also liked to visit the gym between work and school. He worked as an intern at a a small local urgent care clinicblood bank.

They hit it off quite well despite never meeting in person. She’d tell him about her life and small family back home and he’d tell her about his friends and previous travels. He didn’t talk much about his own family, but she didn’t mention having any friends either. His friends also started to write in the exchanging letters, hopeing to meet her too. They haven’t said must about themselves outside their names, but she figured that would come with time. Their names were Jay, Alex, and Devon. She mentioned that she loved to meet them too and also reminded them of the next week-long break that was coming up, and that would be the best time to try and meet. Nathaniel was all for it since he already got a few of those days off from work.

Now was the last day of school before break, Talia’s last class had let her out early. So she went to go and get her laundry done so she wouldn’t have to worry about it over the break, on her way back to her room, however, a bulky male was standing in the hallway several feet away from her door. When he spotted her down the hallway he smiled at her. It didn’t sit well with her but she decided to remain civil as she stopped about 5 feet away from the male. “Uh, May I help you?” Talia asked simply. “Uh yeah you, uh, Talia Priska right?” He asked innocently. Talia frowned unconvinced. “Yes, who and why are you asking?” She asked in a clipped tone. The male in front of her cleared his throat to bide some time for his reply. “Oh, your classmate George gave me your room number, thought I come and ask you for a date, sweetheart.” He said with a flirty wiggle of his eyebrows.

Talia frowned more at the nickname as she adjusted her laundry basket on her side. “You didn’t tell me who you are, and that information was not his to give, so I will be declining your offer.”Talia replied pointedly, inwardly cursing at the fact that she only gave her information because of the project last month. “Aw no need to be sour about it, why don’t I tell you over dinner?” He asked with a grin as he took a step forward in a slight plea. She matched his step with a step back as she replied sounding angry now. “Tell me who you are, or leave!” She snapped loudly. “No, I came here to try to get you thate easy way but looks like we’re going with the hard way.” The male said as he quickly stepped forward and pressed her against the wall aggressively. She gasped out in fear as she dropped her basket and he moved in to capture her lips, but he was soon stopped by a tap on his shoulder.

The male stopped his advances and looked towards whoever was bothering him, only to get a fist connected to his face. He let go of Talia as he went down, and he was out cold when he hit the floor. Talia looked up in surprise at her savior only to notice a head of shaggy blonde hair. “Nathaniel?” She asked unsurely. He smiled much more friendly than the male on the floor. “Yep, and you must be Talia, wish we could have met under better circumstances, but are you alright?” He asked bending down to pick up her basket for her. “Better than I was a moment ago, thanks for the save.” Talia replied as she got her basket back. “No problem, um sorry if it's too soon, but my friends are coming over in about an hour, so if you are free you’re welcome to come over.” Nathaniel offered sheepishly. Talia giggled in response. “Sounds perfect, gives me time to put away everything and get ready, I’ll bring over with those board games I told you about too.” Talia detailed with a smile. “Sounds great see you later.” Nathaniel replied as they moved to their respective doors and went inside.

An hour or so later…

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