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tw1l1te · 2 months

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𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓲𝓷 𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓸𝓷𝓼- 𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖙 2

Part 2!! This will include Hyrule, Four, and Legend ₍ᐢᐢ₎

Warnings: mention of scars and negative mental health

Please read with the warnings in mind, this one is heavier in terms of mental health topics.

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𝕳𝖞𝖗𝖚𝖑𝖊

About 18/19, a couple years after his journey is done

Average height, his build is still toned but more on the leaner side because of height and anatomy

light freckles across his cheeks/nose and skin is tanner than the rest of the boys

Has 2 small cartilidge piercings, small silver hoops

Part fae, I know a few others headcanon him as fae too I just think it suits his character

Speaks and writes Hylian well, takes a bit longer to read though (he's trying his best)

Closer to Legend, they're the downfall duo :3, but also close to Sky

I wanna say he's like one of the last few boys to feel attraction towards Y/n. Fae bonding to humans is weird and Hyrule doesn't wanna freak you out and needs to really process it.

When he realizes he fell for you? Oh boy. Definitely more clingy and obsessive and frets over your safety, more than Sky even.

Major sweet tooth, favorite food has go to be spoonfuls of honey

Keeps a journal, lots of sketches and notes on herbs and flora and some thoughts on Y/n

Has a.... difficult relationship with Hylia/Zelda/the Goddess

Knows about some of Legend's past, not as much as Y/n though

Has a large scar on his lower stomach from Dark Link, and faded white scratches on his back from a past incident that I may or may not bring up later down the line

Do not let him near a cooking pot. Don't do it.

𝖋𝖔𝖚𝖗

Our favorite smithy is about 18-19

He may be short, but don't let his height fool you. Mr. swordmaker here is built. You think all the hours hammering away at metal don't build muscle? You'd be wrong

Anywayss, I headcanon Four as having heterochromia, one eye green and the other a dark blue.

Has the lightest stubble, hardly noticeable because he shaves it everyday

Recently has also started tying up his hair in a pony tail, so he honestly looks like a younger Time from far away

Has lots of ear piercings and stacks rings on his fingers, most of which he made himself from spare parts. He made a few rings for Legend and Y/n

Develops feelings for Y/n slowly, though it hits him like a brick after the Yiga clan incident after realizing how close he was to losing you

Has a few scars on his hands and arms, a few burn marks from reckless accdients both in and out of the blacksmith shop

Has a tattoo of the Four Sword on his forearm

Ironically enough, close to Wild and Wind. He's keeping a tally of how many swords Wild has broken So far it's 46

Similar to Wild, he kinda has shaggier hair, though its only really visible when his hair is fully down without the headband

REALLY GOOD AT SHIELD SURFING FOR SOME REASON-

𝖑𝖊𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖉

19, slightly older than Four and Hyrule

Average height, leaner build, and I wanna say he's on the paler side. He gets sunburned crazy fast like no amount of suscreen can save him

Pink hair, duh, but its more faded than it was when he first shifted into his rabbit form. It's more like leftover on his bangs and on part of his head.

Pinky is decked out in rings, every single finger is stacked with rings for functionality, protection, etc., but some he just thinks are neat.

Double pierced lobes, a few cartilidge piercings, maybe even a Hylian-equivalent of an industrial and has a dick piercing shh

Does not like wearing pants. no sir. Only if absolutely necessary.

Can speak/write Hylian and Lorulean pretty well, though pretty rusty on the latter because he hasn't used or read it much since his adventures

Like the 4th person to develop feelings for our protagonist, he's a little lost to be completely honest. Part of him wants to succumb to his feelings, the other is terrified of losing someone again

Close to Hyrule, Wild, and Wars ironically enough (mostly because of the bickering :D)

Keeps a scrap of Ravio's scarf in his bag, holds it sometimes.

Has a deep long scar along his forearm from a fight, some burn marks from the fire rod. He also has other scars that he doesn't show or discuss, those are difficult to talk about. He wasn't in a good place after.... everything.

Snarky and grumpy, but he softens up around people he trusts. He just needs time and love ₍ᐢᐢ₎

#yandere linked universe #yandere linked universe x reader #linked universe x reader #linked universe au #linked universe headcanons

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cozage · 1 year

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ahh! Sorry, I just saw your rules, I'll re-create the request!! Please answer this one instead of the recent one! <3 sorry for the bother.

Can you do hcs for luffy, ace and shanks, when their s/o pranks them by texting them "he's gone, you can come over now xx" Fem!reader :)) I love your writings btw! Don't overwork yourself and take your time!

A/N: I’m pretty sure you put Sabo in the first one but not in this request. but Sabo??? The guy who trapped someone in a burning building because he bad-mouthed Ace..that Sabo??? Clinically insane Sabo????? in this scenario???? I needed it. If you didn't mean to put Sabo the first time, then enjoy the freebee

Characters: F! reader x Luffy, Ace, Shanks, Sabo

Cw: a little angst, a few are kinda suggestive

Total word count: 700

Prank Text

Luffy

Literally it would go over his head. He’s so secure in his love for you and your love for him that he wouldn’t even comprehend what you’re trying to do.

“What do you mean come over I just left???”

“Did you even send that to the right person???”

“Anyways see you tomorrow! Have fun with whoever you’re hanging out with!”

The next day he would ask how your evening was, and when you tell him it was a failed attempt at a prank he would just scratch his head and be like “you’re funny” and laugh it off. He still doesn't get what you were trying to do, but if it made you laugh, that's enough for him.

Ace

You put the phone down just for one minute after sending it. Just one. But when you come back to it, there's 10 texts and 5 phone calls.

“Who???” “What???” “Y/n????” “Can you tell me what's going on?” “Who is coming over?” “Was that meant for me??” “Please pick up i need to talk to you”

Before you can even read them all, your phone starts buzzing again. It’s Ace. You answer, deciding that one minute was enough torture for the poor boy.

“Hey!” you say, super cheery. “Who’s coming over?” Ace asked immediately.

“Uh, nobody, actually! It was a prank, that’s all!” you reply. “Oh.” You can hear the sadness in his voice, he doesn’t believe you.

“You can come back if you don’t believe me,” you say. You feel bad about it now.

“No, no, I trust you. It just scared me. I just thought…” he trails off. “You thought it was for another guy?” you finish. His silence tells you that your guess was right.

“I’m sorry Ace, please come back. It was just a joke. I want you here. Movie marathon?” you asked, hoping to get his spirits back up. He reluctantly agreed.

You all didn’t end up watching too many movies, but at least he came back.

Shanks

This bastard would play right along back. Just flip the table on you.

“Good ♡ I just left. Wear something spicy 😘”

That would result in you calling him. He picks up on the second ring, making you wait just a minute. “What the hell do you mean wear something spicy?” You demand.

“Trying to get me riled up, huh?” he smirks, knowing that you’ve played your hand now and that he’s succeeded in flipping it around.

“Shanks!” you pout. “That’s not funny!”

He laughs at you over the phone. “I meant what I said. I’m canceling my plans. Wear something spicy. Be home in five.” He hangs up without another word

When he gets home, he sure does make you regret sending that text in the first place (or…maybe not).

Sabo

You smirk when you see your phone buzzing. Of course Sabo’s immediate response was to call. Better to let him simmer in it. You put your phone down and pick up a book to read.

He calls again, and you ignore him again. Five minutes later he calls again. Ten minutes later he calls. You still ignore him.

After about 45 minutes, there’s a knock on the door. You open it to find Sabo there, glaring at you.

“It was a joke wasn’t it?!?” he demanded, and you busted out laughing.

“Not funny!” he said. “I waited outside in the parking lot for an hour to beat up on any guy that even walked by your apartment!”

Your mouth dropped open in shock. “You did not,” you hissed, shoving him playfully. “I did!” he shot back. “I almost beat a delivery guy with the spare pipe in my car because he looked at your door!”

“Sabo!” you gasped. You couldn’t help but giggle at him and his possessiveness of you.

He grinned, more boastful than embarrassed. “Since I’m here anyway…wanna go get dinner?”

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vamossainz55 · 2 years

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Drunk Words, Sober Thoughts | Carlos Sainz Jr. x Reader | Drabble (1k)

A.N: Small drabble that I wanted to write because I am sleepy but not tired, just fluff really. Hope y'all have as much fun reading it as I did writing it <3 ps. might write more drabbles in the future so feel free to suggest ideas (im also down to do other drivers, i just need inspo really).

warnings: mention of alc (+ drunk carlos) but overall just fluff. love all around really <3.

and btw happy race week <3 (even though carlos has a grid penalty)

Summary: You and Carlos recently started dating and he finally tells you how he really feels. And he's drunk.

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"Come on babe, you're too drunk" The ache in your feet was killing you from the heels that you were wearing, and you knew it was your own fault for picking your black stilettos, but you really didn't expect to be at the party for so long.

It was almost five in the morning- and you and Carlos were at Daniel's house. The Australian driver had decided to throw a big birthday bash for himself- and Daniel didn't take his parties lightly.

He had rented a whole villa in Monaco, offering to fly out whoever was down to come (thankfully for him, most of the boys already lived in Monaco- so he really did only fly a few people over). Not only that, but in classic Daniel style, a party only meant one thing: an open bar with unlimited drinks.

It was hilarious to see all the boys get loose after a few drinks and relax. You had recently gotten together with Carlos so you hadn't met many of his friends- especially the ones in his F1 world. Sure, you had met Lando, Charles, and talked to Checo- but apart from them you usually saw the others on track and you usually did your own thing and stayed at the side. Sure, you had a conversation with some here and there- but they usually looked so tense and focused that most conversations were quite cordial and short.

This night had definitely made it worth the wait though. One thing that Daniel definitely knew how to do was to get people drunk and loose. Your ears were still ringing from Checo and Lewis belting out I Want It That Way, and your dress was still soaked from when Pierre had picked you up and thrown you in the pool before shoving Carlos (a lot more aggressively) to follow you suit. You were also currently witnessing Max with Daniel laying on the ground trying (and miserably failing) to count the number of stars in the sky. Who knew drunk F1 drivers could not count past eight?

Carlos on the other hand was sprawled on the couch with you and Lando who was practically almost sober but also half asleep. He had taken a few shots with you but it was clear that seeing everybody pretty much gone had sobered you both up. "We should go to bed babes, everyone is sleeping," You say softly, trying for what felt like the tenth time to get Carlos off the couch and back to your room. You rubbed his scalp gently before gently playing with a few strands of his hair. You're looking down at him and you can't help but smile fondly at how sleepy he looked. His head was laying on your lap, eyes blinking slowly as the Ferrari driver attempted his best to not yawn.

"Cariño, I'm not sleepy," He says- although fails to prove his point as a yawn racks through his body. He covers his mouth in aims to be polite but he ends up resting it here for a bit as his eyes fall shut.

"Babe," You say with a soft laugh.

"I'm just resting my eyes," He murmurs, but soon you hear him take a deep breath, the ones he usually takes right before he falls asleep.

To Carlos' misery, you're getting up anyways. Your boyfriend groans, murmuring a soft joder before slowly sitting up.

"Vale, vale, vale," He says, stumbling to get up. He struggles to find the balance with the sleep and drinks clouding his judgment so he almost tips over towards Lando. You instantly grab his arm to help him steady and he smiles.

"Sabes que?" He asks before blinking slowly because right, you didn't speak Spanish. "You know what?" He repeats in English.

"Mhm?" You ask, slowly getting his arm to wrap around your shoulder.

"You're so beautiful," He says with a bashful smile.

"Gross Carlos, get a room." Lando quickly comments (and you're surprised he even heard him since he was half asleep), throwing a pillow from where he was sitting. Carlos lets out a dramatic cry before throwing the pillow back to Lando.

"Go to sleep!" He says and you quickly hush him as a few of the others were scattered around the house. Carlos murmurs a sorry before he continues rambling under his breath. You smile to yourself telling Lando goodnight and sleep well before slowly guiding Carlos into your shared room. "Where was I?" He slurred once you placed him on the edge of the bed to sit. You slowly take off your heels before you head to your bag, looking for something to change into.

"I don't know bab-"

"Ah right!" He says, sticking his finger in the air before dramatically laying on his back. "I was saying- you're so beautiful." He sighs out and you try your best to stifle a laugh. "No, no, no," He says before sitting up. He looks you in the eye before pointing at you to prove a point. "You're so so gorgeous. Have you seen yourself?" He asks and this time you have to look away, feeling a heat begin to settle on your cheeks. "How the hell did I get so lucky?" He asks himself out loud.

"I don't know babe, how did you?" You tease, deciding to change into one of Carlos' shirts that were laying on the chair since you were too tired to dig through your bag. You turn around and expect to find Carlos tucked in bed, but instead, you find him in boxers with half his shirt off his body. "I think I'm stuck." He says, shirt wrapped around his head and his arms up in the air.

You bite back a laugh, going to him before helping him out of his shirt. "How did you manage to take off your pants but get stuck with the shirt?" You ask, shaking your head as you help him take it off. "It's time for us to sleep don't you think?" Slowly, you fold it up and put it on the chair, only looking over him when you hear him gasp.

"Oh my god. You're telling me I got to go to bed with you last night and wake up to you this morning and I get to do it again tomorrow?" He asks, eyes wide open and in shock. This time you can't help but laugh at how genuinely surprised he sounds.

"Babe, calm down." You say coming close and standing between his legs. You gently cup his face as you look down at him and lean close, gently rubbing his cheek. "I can't believe I get to sleep next to you tonight and wake up with you next to me still. I'm so lucky to have you." You tell him softly, leaning down to kiss his lips. The kiss is soft and gentle and Carlos wraps his arms around your waist to pull you closer.

"You're so nice- and so kind- and everyone loves you. My parents do, my friends do, everyone just loves you." He says once you've both pulled away. You continue to rub the side of his face soothingly with your thumb. "I want to be the best person I can be- I just want to be someone you deserve."

Your smile softens and you can't help but kiss him again. "You do deserve me babe," You say softly. "You make me the happiest person in the world." It's barely a whisper and your eyes meet Carlos'. He's looking at you and you can feel the mood in the room shift. Suddenly the music outside sounds ten times quieter and you can hear Carlos' breathing and feel his heartbeat through his chest. The moment feels so intimate and you're scared to break it.

"I think I love you," Carlos says back quietly, eyes suddenly shifting down. You feel your stomach do a little swoop as a feeling in your chest swells. "I think I'm in love with you." He says a bit louder this time, before looking up at you. "Is that okay?" He asks, and his brows furrow to create his confused face that you've always found endearing.

You feel your cheeks begin to burn, quickly tinting pink as you look at him, eyes locked with his. The smile on your lips are hurting your cheeks and your heart is beating loud. So loud that you're not quite sure if it was Carlos' or yours all along. "Do you want to know a secret?" You say very quietly, leaning closer to him.

Carlos nods, instantly whispering, "yeah?"

"I love you too," You promise, giving him a kiss before pulling him into bed.

#just for fun #carlos sainz x reader #carlos sainz junior #carlos sainz jr #carlos imagine #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 x you #f1 fanfic #carlos sainz fanfic #fluff #drabble #carlos sainz imagine #cs55 #anyways imagine soft carlos just completely inlove with you #crying #i love him #sooo much #first time saying ily

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emily-writes12 · 2 years

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Judging a Book by Its Cover (Eddie Muson X Fem! Reader)~ Chapter 1

AN: This will be a multi-chapter story on how you, the reader falls in love with Eddie Munson who seems to be judging you by your cover.

Warnings: Swearing

Summary- It's your senior year of high school in your new town of Hawkins. You have visited on multiple occasions finding the town quiet and peaceful so you're hoping the same for your final year of high school. What could go wrong till you find yourself entangled in a problematic relationship with the high school's freak Eddie Munson on the first day of school nonetheless.

Chapter 1 (1.3K Words)

You sing along to the tunes of your favorite Ozzy Osborne song ‘Black Sabbath’ on your way to the first day of your senior year at Hawkins High. The cassette tape blares through your little red beater Lincoln as you pull into the parking lot filled with kids chatting about their personal summer adventures. You had recently moved in with your aunt and uncle due to your parents going through a nasty divorce, although you didn’t mind, the few times you have visited Hawkins it was always so peaceful.

You hop out of your car wearing your best first day of school outfit possible. A tight colourful, slightly cropped polo shirt clung to your chest with a white pair of high-wasted jeans accentuated your physique. Throwing your backpack over your shoulders and locking the car door.

“Hey! That was some pretty metal music,” someone rings out.

You look to see a group of three boys, all wearing what seemed to be club shirts reading ‘Hell Fire Club’. The one speaking to you had mid-length curly hair with a ridiculous hat on, a large toothy smile plastered on his face while his friends nod in agreement with his statement.

You laugh, “why thank you.”

“I have never seen you before, and in Hawkins, everyone knows everyone so you must be new,” he paused, “I’m Dustin and these are my friends Mike and Lucas.”

“I’m Y/n, it's a pleasure to meet the three of you.”

“So what grade are you in?” Mike questions

“Oh I’m in my final year, I assume by the happy expressions you are all in your first year because no one is ever that happy for their first day of school,” you tease.

“Well we are a couple of nerds,” Lucas pipes up.

“So what’s with the club shirts?”

“Oh! Well over the summer we met this wicked dude and joined his club, he’s in his senior year too. The club is a D&D club so it’s really fun having more people play along. Mike, Lucas, and I all play together with our friend Will so it’s cool now having a club for it.”

“I’ve never played but I always wanted to!”

The three boys say all in synchronicity, “you should come sit with us at lunch!”

You laugh and agree. The boys head off in a separate direction while you head to your first-period chemistry class. Walking into the loud bustling classroom you find an empty seat in the back. Sitting down you notice your classmate sitting beside you. Long shaggy brown hair he messes with his hands, a jean jacket draped over his shirt concealing whatever fashion statement he was making, and the iconic ripped baggy jeans. You can tell he is definitely a metal fan. He looks at you, eyeing you up and down with an unimpressed look. You flash him a smile and he looks away.

“Quiet everyone,” the teacher rings out, everyone finding their seats, “Welcome to senior year chemistry, the person you are sitting beside will be your lab partner for the rest of the semester so enjoy. Also no complaints, you chose where you got to sit.”

You hear a loud groan come from the right of you, the metalhead boy holding his head in his hands. The two of you were lab partners and he did not seem impressed. You were really starting to think senior year was not going to be as good as you hoped. Despite the rude noises coming from your newfound chemistry partner you try to introduce yourself just before the end of class. Throwing a piece of paper onto his desk to get his attention from doodling on the sides of his notebook.

He looks at you annoyed, “what?”

“I’m-,” he cuts you off.

“Look, let's skip the kind gestures. You’re some preppy bitch okay? I don’t need the new captain of the cheerleading squad to try to be nice, save the formalities and kindness for your own kind. Just be a decent chemistry partner and keep your mouth shut”

The bell rings and the metalhead sprints out of class. You stand up collecting not only your things but your words. You had never been so speechless in your life, although he was right about you looking like the new cheerleading captain. Your days goes on and the best period finally comes around, lunch. Walking into the cafeteria scanning the room for the kind boys you met earlier, finding them sitting with a group all wearing the same shirts. You walk over to them and sit down beside them.

“Hey you actually sat with us, honestly thought you would have found better friends by now,” Lucas chirps.

“What!? No, we are the coolest kids in all of Hawkins High,” Dustin exclaims.

Mike shakes his head while you laugh.

“The other boys will be here soon, they just went out for a smoke,” Mike says.

“Just wait till you meet Eddie, he is so unbelievably cool,” Dustin rings out in an admirable tone.

You smile and nod while the three boys go on about how cool Eddie was. Whoever this Eddie guy was you were sure excited to meet him. With all the boy's praise, he seemed like such a kind teddy bear who just looks out for nerds. Hell, you were even quite the nerd.

“What are you doing at our table,” an angered familiar voice says.

You look up, it’s your chemistry partner. Fuck. That was not what you were expecting, maybe you met a whole different Eddie than the three boys were talking about.

“Hey, Hey chill Eddie, this is Y/n,” Dustin says.

“She’s an annoying preppy bitch, why the hell did you invite her,” he yells at the three boys.

You stand up, “And you’re a metal-loving asshole. Leave the three of them alone. Also for your information I am not, I may dress a certain way but I sure as hell am not my clothing. I listen to heavy metal as well, hate the whole high school culture, and would totally play a story-driven game I have so heard about from these three how you’re the best dungeon master they know.”

He scoffs at you, ‘I doubt all of that. I’m sure you can’t even name one Ozzy Osborne album.”

“His 1982 ‘Speak of the Devil’ album released on November 27th containing 12 songs the longest one being a little over 8 minutes called ‘War Pigs’,” You spat out at him, “Now how is that for your ever so loving approval, would you like me to explain anything else asshole?”

You push your chair back, walking right up in front of his dumbfounded face. Staring him down in his eyes as you huff out an angered breath.

“You better apologize for calling me a preppy bitch or I will sack you right here and now”

A few groups in the cafeteria watching intently at the dispute between the two of you. The group of males around the two of you laughing at how speechless Eddie was, making fun of how he let a short, preppy-looking girl get the best of him. Eddie’s face a light shade of pink, embarrassed by his actions of judging a book by its cover and feeling guilty as he did to you what everyone does to him. He looks down at his feet and sighs.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbles.

“Better be, now can I sit at your precious little table.”

Eddie nods, raising his gaze back up to your eyes.

“Well too bad, I don’t want to with your sour attitude.”

Walking past him bumping shoulders, storming off in a fit of rage. Senior year at Hawkins was definitely going to be more interesting than you thought.

#eddie munson #eddie x reader #eddie x fem!reader #stranger things #netflix stranger things #hell fire club #dustin henderson #mike wheeler #high school

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notsopersonalcharlie · 1 year

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Hotshot Part 4 - Waffles

Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Army!OC - Fluff

tags: @rousethemouse @hotchgan @hotchnerxo @chaoticconnoisseurgiver

Warnings: None that I can think of

Notes: Basically just meeting Jack, but also other stuff lol. Also a long one. The long awaited part 4, hoping to draft part 5 soon as well, which will more than likely be the last part in this series. Let me know what you think. Gif isn’t mine

Part 1 here - Part 2 here - Part 3 here

Aaron woke up to weight on his chest and opened his eyes to find Jack sitting there staring down at him.

“Daddy, your alarm has been going off literally forever.” Literally forever had been his favorite thing to say recently.

“You know you staring at me is very creepy.” Jack grinned, holes where some of his teeth were still missing or growing in.

“You said we have big plaaaaans,” he said, flopping to the side and starfishing out as Aaron reached to his bedside table to turn off his alarm. He had a text from Willow that had been sent an hour ago.

“We do, why don’t you go get dressed in jeans and a shirt and we’ll head out soon.” Jack nodded, bouncing up and down a few times before dashing off.

“And don’t forget a sweatshirt, it’s cold out!”

“Okaaaay.” Aaron looked at his phone again, reading the text.

Willow Cutler: Back from the gym. Ready to go when you are.

He shot back that they would be ready soon before getting out of bed and starting to get dressed. It had only been a few months now since they had met again, but the engagement ring he had kept for her was sitting on his dresser. He looked at it for a moment before picking up the challenge coin beside it and going to check on Jack. He had jeans on, but was rifling through his drawers for a shirt.

“C’mon buddy, what color do you want to wear at least?” Aaron helped him pick out a shirt, but when Jack put it on he noticed a grass stain.

“I can’t wear that one,” he said, hurriedly going back to try to find another.

“Why not? It’s ok if its a little dirty.” Aaron pointed out that he was wearing a t-shirt and a sweatshirt as well.

“I want your friend to like me.” Aaron couldn’t help but smile.

“I promise she’s going to like you anyway. But let’s find one you want to wear.” Jack finally settled on an orange and black Star Wars one that was the match to the shirt Aaron was wearing. He put on a hoodie over it from his soccer team before grabbing socks and following Aaron out to the car. Aaron texted Willow that they were on their way before starting the car. It wasn’t a long ride.

“Where are we going? It’s not too far right? I still have to go to practice later, remember?” Aaron nodded, catching his eye in the review.

“I know buddy, we’re just going to get breakfast.”

“Oh YEAH!” Jack yelled, sticking his hand out the window. It was a little chilly out, getting closer to the fall, but the sun was shining and it really was a perfect day for his soccer practice. They arrived at the diner pretty quickly. Jack and him went there often when Aaron had time off and Jack hopped out of the car on his own and raced to the door. Willow was leaning against the front of her car and looking at her phone when the car pulled up, and had watched the boy bolt for the door.

“Likes breakfast?” She asked, walking up to where Aaron had stopped to make sure the car was locked.

“Loves it. Waffles though, not pancakes.” She grinned, and Aaron gave a small sigh of defeat.

“Yes, I know. They’re better because of the-”

“Pockets of goodness!” Willow finished.

“Jack, bud, this is my friend Willow. We’ve known each other for a long long time.” Jack looked up at her and stuck out his hand.

“Nice to meet you.” She shook it and smiled.

“Quite the gentleman. It’s nice to meet you, Jack. Your dad has said a lot about you the last couple weeks.” Aaron went to open the door and just barely caught the boy saying, “Dad has a picture of you on the wall in his room.” Aaron squeezed his eyes shut and pulled the door open, a blush taking over his face. Jack skipped in, going straight to the hostess. Willow gave him a smirk as she stepped by him.

“A picture of me, huh?”

“Yes, I do have a picture of you and me.” Aaron’s hand rested on her lower back as they walked, following Jack and the hostess to one of the booths.

Breakfast was easy, and Jack took to Willow immediately, fascinated by the few stories she told about Aaron when they were younger and the fact that she had been in the Army with Aaron. He asked a million questions a minute until he got his waffles and then things quieted down, Aaron tapping his knee against Willow’s as they ate.

“Do you want to come to my soccer practice?” Jack asked while he stole bacon off Aaron’s plate. Willow’s eyebrows went up and she looked to Aaron, who gave a small ‘its up to you’ shrug.

“You can practice with me too! We always get there early so dad and I can run around,” Jack continued, then in a poor stage whisper said, “He’s not very good.” Willow grinned.

“He never was. And sure, I’ll come.” Jack clapped excitedly, and continued to talk about his soccer team and about all the people on the team. She drove her own car over to the apartment complex, and for the first time entered Aaron’s new home. As they walked up the stairs, Aaron could remember the first time he had gone to her house, later than he had hoped after over two years together.

Aaron hopped out of the blue pickup, checking himself in the side mirror before going up to the door. He could hear barking inside, and he knocked twice before taking a step back. A burly man opened the door, surveying Aaron with careful eyes.

“Hello, sir. Aaron Hotchner.” The man’s eyes narrowed, but he reached out and shook Aaron’s extended hand.

“C’mon in.” They stepped into the house and Aaron was immediately accosted by two large German Shepards, which came to sniff every inch of him they could reach.

“Willow, the boy’s here,” her father called up the stairs as he walked past.

“A drink?” he asked him.

“Uh, no sir, I’m not old enough yet.” The man nodded as he made his way into the kitchen that Aaron could see down the hall, leaving Aaron alone with the dogs.

“Sadie, get off’im,” Willow’s voice came, and Aaron turned to see her coming down the stairs. Her hair was down in loose waves, and she hopped off the last step into his arms. It was the first time they had been apart for any length of time since they met. Aaron squeezed her tight, face buried in her shoulder.

“I missed you.”

“I missed you too,” she said quietly. He set her down, careful of the dogs, and she led the way further back in the house.

Aaron unlocked the door, and Jack raced in, turning a corner and disappearing.

“Welcome to the Hotchner residence.” To Willow’s surprise, in the back corner on a shelf, the first thing that caught her eye, was a number of things from their army days, including a framed photo of their unit. The living room was cluttered with children’s things, but it looked lived in and clean.

“What?” Aaron asked, as she stood looking around the apartment, just inside the doorway. She looked at him, a smirk on her face.

“What?” he asked again, stepping closer to her so he could press a kiss to her lips. It felt like he had so many more to make up for.

“You don’t see it?” she asked, taking a step in and peeking into the kitchen as well.

“No?”

“So you didn’t intentionally set up your living room exactly like ours was?” Aaron looked around and froze after a moment of thinking back to what their living room had looked like. He didn’t think of himself as sentimental all that much, but apparently his subconscious was. The TV was across the les wide part of the room from the TV and along the back wall there was two bookshelves around the window, with a small bench under it littered with a number of Jack’s things on it. Still, it was exactly the same as their old house.

“I guess... I d-” Willow cut him off with a kiss, arms wrapped around his neck. Aaron’s hands slipped to her waist, tugging her closer. When he pulled away from her lips, he pressed his face into her shoulder, arms wrapping all the way around her and pulling him flush against her. Willow’s eyes closed, fingers running through the hair at the back of his neck. It was still short like he kept it when he was in the Army. Aaron didn’t want to let go. He could feel the last time he hugged her, the last time he hugged Haley. Those last moments with both of them had destroyed him, but he told himself this time he wouldn’t he holding Willow’s body for the last time. He wouldn’t let her away from him ever again.

Both of them pulled away with tears in their eyes, and Willow used her thumbs to swipe his off his cheeks, her mascara already running. He kissed her softly, then pressed his forehead to hers.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, Aaron.” Once they finally pulled away from each other, Aaron couldn’t take his hand from her side as they walked around the small apartment.

“Alright, you gotta let go of me so I can use the bathroom and fix my face.” Aaron grabbed her waist, spinning her into his chest.

“There’s nothing wrong with your face.” He kissed her, and let her go, peeking into Jack’s room to make sure he was almost ready.

“Can you get me an extra water bottle today, dad? I ran out last time.” Aaron nodded and headed to the kitchen. One cold water bottle was in the fridge already, but Aaron put ice and water in another, tucking them into Jack’s soccer bag and checking that his cleats were in there as well. He went back to the kitchen to grab some snacks and water for him and Willow.

Willow stepped out of the bathroom, watching Aaron head back into the small kitchen, and then took another step across the hall into Aaron’s bedroom. It wasn’t big. Jack had gotten the better end of the deal, and clearly Aaron had given him the master bedroom of the apartment. They had talked about Jack, about Aaron’s life with Haley, about all of his guilt. He was carrying so much, and doing it all alone. There was a picture of Aaron and herself in the room, one of the photos they’d taken after their engagement. The room itself was just as she expected. The bed was made neatly, with a few clothes tossed on top of the dresser. Aside from a single glass of water on the nightstand, the room was clean.

“Whatcha doin?” Willow turned to see Jack standing in the door.

“Just looking. Ready for practice?” The boy nodded. He was wearing what looked like a practice jersey, bright orange with a soccer ball on the front and a number on the back. He was holding a soccer ball, and she gestured for him to toss it to her.

“Dad says no soccer in the house.”

“He can’t tell me not to,” Willow said with a grin, taking the ball and dribbling it past Jack into the hall. He came up around her and managed to get the ball from her, and he burst into laughter, running up the hall while moving the ball between his feet.

“Hey! What did I say about soccer in the house?” Aaron exclaimed, seeing them come up the hall.

“Sorry, my fault,” Willow said, suppressing a smile. He tried to look angry at her, but he couldn’t manage it, especially not with the huge grin on Jack’s face.

“Alright, no more though. Come on, we got to get out of here.”

“I just need to grab a jacket from my car,” Willow said as they got outside. She jogged off while Aaron got Jack and his bag situated in the car.

“Daddy?”

“Yeah, what’s up buddy?”

“Are you going to marry Willow?” Aaron turned to look at his son, spotting Willow running back to them with the jacket in hand.

“If it’s alright with you Jack, I think I will.”

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A Bio for Heath

1. The Basics

Name - Oh, Heathrow, Heath for short

Age - I’m 26

Place of birth - Just a hospital in Luvartt, WA.

Current place of residence - Luvartt. I moved back to my family home when I turned 18, after I inherited it

Nationality- American, but there’s some Irish on my mom, Sloan’s side.

Education- I’ve been through High School but getting a college education after that has been hard. Before I got the house and went back to Luvartt, my foster parents made it clear that they wouldn't send me to college. They only saw that as a waste of money. I tried some courses in a community college when I was back in Luvartt, but unexpected life events sort of put that to an end as well.

Occupation - Oh I’m not really employed. I mean I have been! I was! But again things sparta out of my control happened.

Marital status - Dating but not married.

2. Physical Appearance

Height - I’m 5’7”

Build - I’m pretty noodly. Skinny arm, skinny legs

Eye color - I guess they’re sorta a seafoam green?

Hair color - golden blond

Do they have any distinguishing marks? (tattoos, scars, birthmarks) - Oh, yes. Um so I have my hand- my right hand- It looks like a tattoo, and I will tell people it is, but it’s a birthmark. Kinda? Well not really. I wasn’t born with the astrological symbols on my fingers or planetary mounts and the all seeing eye on my palm. The mark formed as I grew. For years it looked like a dark smudge. As for scars I have some on my right wrist… I know they look bad… I did not inflict them on myself! Really! As horrific a it sounds there are a number of people who would go to great lengths for my hand. . . including severing it from the rest of me… I also have a scar over the right side of my hip where I was shot …, uh but it looks like an ugly star. And I have two on my chest. Yeah.

What style of clothes do they prefer to wear? -Ok just casual; jeans and a hoodie for me. I realized that I wear a lot of pastels recently. I mean, it isn’t a problem, but an observation.

Do they wear glasses or contacts? - Oh no, 20/20/20 vision. Haha. . .little joke cause of the eye … on my palm. Sorry…

Do they wear accessories or not? - I wear a plain black ring on my right hand, but other than that nothing I can really think of.

What is their level of grooming? - Pretty normal I’d imagine. I shower, wear clean clothes. Though I do take a little more care of my hair… but it is soft and fluffy and I see no shame in keeping it so.

3. Communication

Do they gesture compulsively, or is it only occasional? - Hm? I’ve never really noticed. I’m sure I must, a little?

Do they make eye contact or do they move their gaze around? - No I’m afraid I glance around or my gaze fixed on something else, particularly when I am terribly nervous. So I’m sorry if I come off rude while we are talking.

What is their catchphrase? - Oh no. But some people mock me cause I interrupt or start my sentences with little vocal quirks. I mean all the little, oh’s or uh’s. Oh and then there’s the “I mean’s” which is my go to phrase when I’m trying to elaborate on something I’ve said.

Do they ever curse? - Um, I try not to. But I’m sure I’ve slipped here or there.

Do they have a speech impediment? - I can stutter if I’m really nervous. Or my voice will crack. But I guess that really more of a quirk than a true impediment.

How do they laugh? Do they make other people laugh? - Yeah, I- I definitely make other people laugh… It was something I realized v-very quickly after Sloan died, when my sister and I were put into foster care. I was an object of ridicule because… um, well cause.…Oh boy… Because I can see ghosts. The mocking only got worse once me and my sister were parted. But my laugh? Um, I guess it’s ok? I’ve never been told it’s annoying?

What is their smile like? - I’ve been told it’s warm and really genuine.

Are their emotions easy to read or do they hide them? - Oh, very easy to read. I am awful at hiding them.

What is their default expression? - Unfortunately I think it’s worry. I feel like there was a time I was always smiling, but the more I think about it, the more I realize that I’ve been governed by my anxieties.

5. Background and Past

Where did they grow up? Do they still live there? - Up until I was 6 I lived in Luvartt, after that I was moved from foster home to foster home, but I never really fit in. Then when I turned 18 I moved back to Luvartt and my old family home.

What education do they have? What subjects did they study? - Again, just high school. I liked English though. Probably cause of Fran

How was their childhood? Were they neglected, sheltered, raised well? - It was difficult. Having both of my moms die before I was six is one thing. Being followed through life by their ghosts is another. Oh! That’s a good thing though! I love my moms. Kat and Sloan are two of the best moms anyone could ask for. I mean, they didn’t let death stand in the way of raising me, so pretty dedicated. But apparently two ghosts can’t legally raise two children. And nobody is gonna believe a six year old when he says that his moms are still around… And that led to more problems, cause the people at the foster care… well I was young and I couldn’t stop blathering on about ghosts and the like… They got really concerned about my mental welfare… my sister, Hannah, she overheard their conversation about sending me away for treatment. Being young and twins, back then Hannah and I looked very similar, so she took advantage of that, and swapped places when the hospital caretakers came to get me. … I haven’t seen her since that day. The foster families I was placed in were a mixed bag. Franny Marie was really the only caring and compassionate foster mom I had.

Were they involved in any extracurriculars as a child? (sports, dance, clubs, etc.) - I was a musical theater kid, but they refused to cast me in … appropriate roles. Not that I mean I would only take the lead part. They actually did cast me as lead one time, but I had to turn it down, cause it was the wrong leading part… still I did a lot of back stage and setting building.

What are some of their happiest, saddest, and earliest memories? - Oh. Oh that’s a real can of worms. I have too many sad memories. I mean, I was the one who found Sloan the morning after her murder… Hannah being taken away and never seeing her again. Learning that Franny Marie had early stage alzheimer's and being killed out by her husband when Fran entered assisted living. Going back home to the house in Luvartt, just because I knew I’d be returning to the house on Dioscuri Hollow without Hannah, who technically is suppose to get half of what I inherited. Returning to Orchard Hill, the Amusement Park that Sloan’s sponsor left to her and Kat, returning to that park I loved as a kid only to find it in ruin and disrepair. It closed after Sloan’s death, but they couldn’t sell the land cause it was to be inherited by either me or Hannah. My ex-girlfriend, Rai, her method of dumping me was to shoot me with her shotgun. But there’s good too. There always has to be good to know that things have been bad. I have many memories of Hannah and I riding all the rides at Orchard Hill - well all the ones we were tall enough for. Franny would read poetry to me, she loves poetry so much. And then there’s Emery, she’s my house mate and strangely best friend? Hah… we meet under strange circumstances. And we are wildly different people, but she’s got a really good heart; despite trying to deny it. And she’s been really supportive of me through my ups and downs since coming back to Luvartt. She was there both times I woke up from surgery. Of course one was planned… and the other emergency and I was in a 2 week coma… but still I know she’s always gonna be by my side.

What were they like as a child? - I was quiet, I didn’t have many friends, cause of the whole seeing dead people thing… and the weird prophetic vision and dream I have… I was marked as the weird kid. And as I got old, the weird I seemed to get, cause the CasMark- oh I forgot to tell you. Yeah so the markings on my hand. It’s this old - probably ancient um… gift and curse, called the Mark of Cassandra, or the CasMark. It has been passed down through my family for centuries, from mother to child. My ma Kat had it before me. It’s supposed to be really powerful and highly sought after, cause not only am I a contact point for spirits and ghosts, but I can see things in the past, present, and future. Plus all the simples have different little abilities. Like the Aries symbol, here, on the top of my index finger- but you were asking about what I was like when I was younger. Fran said that I have a big heart, and that I was gentle and kind. I-I don’t really think that’s changed. Though i’m not sure if that’s good, as I can be too naive and trusting. And I know that this world is filled with creatures that could take advantage of that.

6. Likes and Dislikes

Favorite and least favorite food - I love Mac and Cheese! That probably sounds really childish, but I don't know, a good bowl of mac and cheese is so comforting. Franny Marie used to make the BEST baked mac and cheese! I’ve never found anybody who could make it better. I’ve tried to find her recipe, but apparently she had had it committed to memory. As for my least favorite, um, well I’m vegetarian, so I don’t eat meat.

Taste in music - I like musicals, pop, pop rock, indie. Really if I like it I listen to it so it’s hard categorize it

Do they follow sports or are they indifferent? - I don’t really have a lot of interest, but my girlfriend likes softball and baseball so I’ve been to games and watched her teams with her.

Do they like to read? - I do!

What car do they be driving? - I have a Mini Cooper. (At least he is supposed to… but it’s never made an actual appearance in any story or AU)

7. Psychology

Are they an introvert or an extrovert? - I think I’d be an introvert?

What are they afraid of? - A lot of things really. I’m actually really a coward. It was my cowardliness that caused my sister to be taken out of my life. I let her take my place when everyone thought I was mentally unwell. Now I have no clue what happened to her, and I’m afraid I’ll never see her again.

What is their idea of happiness? - Reuniting with Hannah?

Where is their favorite place in the world? - Orchard Hill. It may be a shadow of what it used to be when I was a child. But I still love the place, all overgrown, rides broken and rusted. It’s still really special to me.

Do they desire power? - Oh no. Actually I would prefer not to have the power of the CasMark. Maybe? I mean I know I can’t give it away. Well I could get rid of it by chopping off my hand. But that is an extreme - extreme choice. But I feel like it cause me a lot of heartache. But I’m the Keeper of the CasMark, so I guess it’s just my burden to bear.

Are they a leader or a follower? - A follower I guess. Again I’m a coward, I’m to weak to stand up against anyone in authority.

8. Family

Name - Kat, my mom

Age (or age they died at if deceased) - She died at 32. She was poisoned by Alyceson and Artair, Art has been after the CasMark for generations, and Alyce is just a sociopath that enjoys hurting others... When She and Sloan realized she was poisoned they rushed to the hospital as Kat when she was in her final trimester with Hannah and me. We served, but Kat did not. The poison left her too weak…

Explain the relationship they have with your character – Despite being dead, my mom Kat and I have a close relationship. She stuck around since either Hannah or I was going to have inherited the CasMark from her. Super caring, super supportive. It was nice to have both her and Sloan around even after their deaths. Both of them made the fact that I was moved from place to place throughout my life a little easier. I was always with familiar faces.

If they are grown and out of the house, how often do they see their family members? - I still see Kat everyday.

Name - Sloan, my mom

Age (or age they died at if deceased) - Sloan was killed when she was 41. Like Kat, Artair and Alyce were responsible. But it wasn’t as kind as poisoning. … When Sloan finally was able to come to me as a ghost as it took her a sometime to give herself an appearance that would traumatize a 6 year old me. She said that Art and Alyce were trying to kidnap me as they were after the CasMark. But my Ma being the big tough mama bear she is, that wasn’t gonna fly with her. And while her efforts did keep me safe that night… it cost her her life. A price she said that she would pay again… but as I said, Alyce is a sociopath and she and Art have a twisted sense of humor. See my moms met at the circus. Kat was the fortune teller there, and Sloan was the strong woman; the maiden of muscle was her title. … So Alyceson thought it fitting to let Sloan show off her muscles one last time… and she flayed Sloan…

Explain the relationship they have with your character – Again even though she has been dead the majority of my life, I’m really close to Sloan. She can be a little hot-headed at times and stubborn, but I think she is where I get my big heart from and she reallyreally is just like a big protective teddy bear.

If they are grown and out of the house, how often do they see their family members? - I still see Kat everyday.

Name - Hannah, my twin sister

Age (or age they died at if deceased) - Since we are twins she would be 26 like me

Explain the relationship they have with your character – Even though she was only a few minutes older, Hannah took the whole other sister thing really seriously. And when we were sent into foster care she really stepped up to try and keep me safe. And when others would pick on me she would make sure they stopped - not always in the most pleasant of ways - but she said she had to get her point across that nobody messes with her little bro. She made me a pinky promise that she wouldn’t let anything hurt me, and pinky promises were her bond. I think that’s why she took my place then the adults were trying to send me away…

If they are grown and out of the house, how often do they see their family members? - Again I haven’t seen her since she took my place.

9. Relationships

Which of their friends are they closest to? - it’s a toss up between Emery and Logan.

Do these “best friends” know each and every detail of their life, or are they somewhat guarded even around those closest to them? - Logan kind does. At least I’m open to telling her everything if she wants to know it, and Logan seems to have the same feelings. Emery however… Well Em’s more guarded. She’s had a really rough life too and she lost a lot and she comes out a lot more hardened by her experience than I have. I do know a lot about what has happened to her, but it’s rare that she’s willing to talk about it, or really acknowledge it.

Outside of their inner circle, are there other significant friendships?

Coworkers - Well they’re Logan’s co-workers, but there’s Atari Imoto, Skid Jones, and Uriel and their earth contact Gwen.

Bosses - Boucmen, but again he’s really Logan’s boss…

Which social media platforms do they have a profile on? How active are they? Or, do they reject social media? - I have a few social media, the usual, FaceBook, Twitter, Instagram. Emery insists I get SnapChat. But I’m a little weary of it considering what I’ve seen her send to people on that app.

10. Residence

Do they live in a big or small house? Or another type of residence entirely? (Perhaps something you made up for the world you’ve created). - It’s about a medium size house. Two stories with a basement.

Are they friendly with their neighbors? Or do they live far away from any other people? - Um… well I try to be as friendly as I can, but our neighbors across from us are… not very open minded. They’ve been there every since I was young. I’m actually surprised they were still there when I moved back. The wife wasn’t very approving of my mothers; relationship. She has an issue with me too, first cause see thought I was Emery latest - um one night stand? Em has a very active romantic life, and out neighbor doesn’t like that. But when she found out I was Sloan and Kat’s son. She went into a heated rant about how “that isn’t something that I get to decide but that God does before I was born.” Oh- yeah I just this may be a good time to tell you I’m a trans guy. …yay…

Are they happy where they live or do they have plans/desires to move soon? How long have they lived there? - no, no. Judgey neighbors aside. I do like being back in my home in Luvartt. I just wish Hannah could be here too. Technically half of it is hers… it feels wrong to have it without her.

Do they keep things tidy or is it always a mess? What color are their walls and are they decorated? - I mean, it’s lived in. I keep it clean but it’s not spotless by any means. The walls are neutral. Except for Emery’s room, somehow she got her room completely painted purple. I say somehow cause she couldn’t and probably wouldn’t have done it herself. So maybe she hired someone? But the place is decorated with pictures of my family when me and Hannah were small. And in the living room, on the fireplace I have Sloan and Kat’s urns, and I hung the locket Emery has with the picture of somebody whom she has lost.

11. Job

What is it? - um… again I’m sorta unemployed… But I just I am the Keeper of the CasMark

How long have they been there? - um… do you mean how long have I held the position? I guess all my life?

Is it what they want to do as a career or is it a temporary situation? - Well it’s definitely not temporary unless I lose my right hand.

Have they reached their peak or is there still room for advancement? - Definitely room for advancement as I have no clue how to really use the CasMark. It’s like the ultimate swiss army knife of magic but it’s been given to a toddler.

What is their salary? Is it enough for the lifestyle they want? - No, unfortunately the CasMark doesn’t pay me. Unless it spontaneously acquires the Midas touch. Which it could… know that I’m thinking about it…

Do they like what they do or would they prefer something else? - I mean, if I’m being honest. No. It’s really scary to have basically unlimited magic you don’t know how to control, see and heard the spirits of the dead, having visions of the past, present, and future plague at some of the most inconvenient moments. But it is quite literally the hand I was dealt.

Are they good at their job? - Clearly not… I mean even if I could control the CasMark, what am I supposed to do with it?

What hours do they work? - All hours. The CasMark has me on call 24/7

Is their job secure or are they in danger of losing it? - I am in danger. Again there are those out there who would kill to get the CasMark from me. And that’s the thing, the magic- the power of the CasMark isn’t mine, it’s the hands. So if, say Artair, did find me and chomped off the hand. He could the use that severed hand with the CasMark

A bio for Heath, my bb boi, I hope you like he @sunniestshark

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speakingofdoorknobs · 2 years

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I was tagged by @mikesmoustache

name: ehhhhhhhh we'll go with AJ (I'm too old to feel comfortable using my full name online)

star sign: Cancer - I have never seen a zodiac lighter with my sign on it, which is a shame because it would be hilarious to offer to people ominously.

birthday: June 26

height: 5'10" (~177cm)

time: 1.30 am

favorite bands/artists: Top 3: Queen, Depeche Mode, Devotchka in that order. After that I can only give categories, not ranks.

last movie: in a theater: The Addams Family/at home: The Incredibles (just happy it wasn't one of the Cars movies again)

last show: Currently rewatching 'Allo 'Allo

when did i create this blog: this specific blog was created March of 2011

what i post: on this blog, just shiny things I like - stuff comes in waves as I get into different things, but Star Trek and Disco Elysium are pretty constant content. Also cats.

last thing i googled: "can you skip a ring on water" (wanted to see if it was plausible for a character to dramatically toss a ring into a lake and have it skim/skip)

other blogs: okay, so: This blog started as a sideblog of All Our Yestertomorrows, which was a comic I was drawing based on the TTRPG we were playing at the time (a mashup of several White Wolf settings). I kind of ran out of steam on that (I should really get back to it, I found the binder with my game notes again), and decided that I'd switch this blog over to be under another account I'd made to use as a portfolio (@effulgentinara), which is only for original work like fanart, jewelry, sketches, etc. Unfortunately, this causes some confusion since I mostly interact with everyone through this side blog.

Please, please @staff - let me either make this its own account or let me swap which is my main and which is my sideblog, or at least let me choose which account replies and asks are marked as being from. It's been eleven years, I think I deserve this.

do i get asks: Not often, but I always enjoy them.

following around: 100. I've determined that's the maximum number of people I can follow without feeling overwhelmed trying to keep up with Tumblr, and it's a pleasantly round number.

average hours of sleep:

My personal best/worst is technically only around 50 solid hours awake, but yeah, I'm really bad about just... forgetting? to sleep? But I'm trying to be better about it recently.

instruments: couple of years of piano lessons that I could probably dredge up with a little refresher (don't currently own a piano or working keyboard so I'm out of practice), guitar, ukulele, a little bit of flute, playing around with an electronic drum pad I bought as a treat, every now and then I give that toy accordion a shot again, and recently I've been enjoying the otomatone I got for my birthday

what i’m wearing: t-shirt and shorts (with pockets!)

dream job: children's book illustrator or just creating weird little games (I do some stuff in my spare time, but don't have a lot of chances to work on it)

dream trip: would be nice to go to Japan (particularly the Korakuen Gardens), but if I'm being perfectly honest my main motivation for brushing up on my French is to go visit Parc Astérix someday.

nationality: American/Irish (technically UK as well, but I've never bothered to file the paperwork because I don't really have any plans to live there anytime soon)

favorite song: Fire Escape in the Sea by Sea Power may have managed to dethrone '39 by Queen, or has at least tied

last book i’ve read: Does an epic fanfic completely re-writing Star Trek: TNG but with Tasha surviving count? If not, then I think it was either Howl's Moving Castle or James Acaster's Classic Scrapes.

top 3 fictional universes i would like to live in: Star Trek (fully automated luxury gay space communism FTW), Animal Crossing, or Wallace and Gromit

Tagging @shoutsindwarvish @tiwaztyrsfist @singedsun @nerdishnerd @angelchrys @tardigradesonthemoon @thewinterarcher

#ask and ye shall receive

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In the vein of writing my lost chapters of the Old Testament and just.. I don't know ranting about things I'm interested in or on my mind but I try not to bother my friends with because this is uninteresting, I'm using this mess as a personal diary again. After the jump that is, I'm still kind, you know?

So, in case anyone is reading this, which I doubt, and you're unaware I'm nearly 30 and thus lots and lots of introspect are happening lately. One of the things that has been most heavy on my mind is my wardrobe and how I dress. Yes, I know that's vain, but guess what? I'm vain. Also I don't want to look sloppy, I'm technically a grown woman even if I still feel like a child 😭😭

I've been thinking about comfort and practicality, not just trendy stuff that I like the look of but won't ever wear. I'm trying to wear things that make me look decent and possibly if everyone has been drinking even pretty. I've been hyper obsessed with the whole seasonal theory thing, and Kibbe body types, trying to figure out what I actually look like in terms of proportions and colouring, etc. I started years ago, actually, but I've been extra on it lately because I really want to create some sort of capsule wardrobe if you will.

Over the years I've acquired a few nifty talents: my mother taught me how to sew and I taught myself how to pattern draft a few years ago, she also taught me how to cross stitch and embroider, knit and crochet. I improved knitting and crocheting on my own over the years with the help of the internet, and books, and recently I've been trying to teach myself to pattern draft for knitted garments. The concept of drafting a pattern that will fit your body is almost the same in every medium you can use, but knitting up fabric is a tad different than cutting it out so there's a lot more maths, trial and error, involved. BUT with these skills in mind I've essentially gotten to point where I don't need to buy clothes at all, I can make everything I want or need, and embellish it accordingly.

I've narrowed down a few things: I won't ever wear low waisted things again. I lived through the 2000s, we had our 🍑 crack on show from how low waisted those jeans were... I don't ever want a low waist or a mid waist again because I'm only 1,57m (5'2'' I think, if that's your style) and I've convinced myself I have a long waist (I don't even know, the bottom of my ribs are nearly glued to the top of my hips but I still don't think I look short waisted..) so I don't want my legs to look even shorter. I also don't enjoy super tightly fitted clothes anymore. Not a fan of a skinny jean, not a fan of a top that's so tight I can't breathe (been there, done that), not a fan of tight dresses either because I don't love the way my body looks. I don't accessorise a ton anymore, a very simple thin chain necklace or two and very small earrings are the most I do. I have sausage fingers and wearing rings starts to get on my nerves after a while, bracelets are a no go except if I'm dressing up. But for dressing up I still keep things to the minimal of just metal jewellery. I'm not a high heels girl anymore, I'm also not really a ballet flats girl anymore. I prefer a trainer or a loafer because I'm still an old man at heart. Not a huge fan of a ton of ruffles, floof and huge prints anymore. My tops need to be cropped or at least only a fraction longer than waist length, because that's full length on me, everything I wear is high waisted. I sort of hate my legs but I've noticed they actually look better if I wear short skirts and shorts (mid thigh) vs if I wear midi length skirts. I look like a Jehovah's witness.. I think in order to combat that I need to keep the longer skirts to more fancy stuff and just wear short ones for daily wear. Possibly add a low back or a v neck with a long skirt, makes it less Catholic schoolgirl which was my mode of operation before...

As for colours I've noticed that I gravitate towards navy blue and greys a lot more than any other colour. I wear black, brown, jewel tones and even autumnal colours (which makes sense because if I'm doing it correctly I'm a dark autumn) but I tend to like navy blue and grey most. I barely own anything cream, beige or white... I don't look super good in bright white, for me it needs to be off white. Beige, taupe, cream, coffee and latte I can look decent in. Depends on the saturation. And so I need to fix the lack of lighter tones in my wardrobe because spring and summer are also seasons... and I'm not Scandinavian (no shade to their style at all, I take inspiration from them), I'm not super fond of wearing all black in the summer, it's hot as balls here and I would melt outside like that 😭

I've been clearing out my clothes and essentially stockpiling almost everything I own to donate to people that will want it and wear it, because I need to create a lot more things that I will wear instead of just having stuff hanging in my closet. So far I've reviewed some of my clothes, gone through all of my shoes. I need to go through all my accessories and bags, and look over the fix and mend pile of clothes that I have, to see what I actually want to keep and will realistically wear. I prefer trousers for daily wear, I need house clothes that are comfortable, loose and stretchy, and I'll add a few skirts, shorts and maybe a "fancy" dress or two in the mix for a more formal activity I might need to go to. I should probably make some summer dresses, realistically that's the season when I might gravitate towards them most because they're easier and a no brainer outfit. I still think I own too many coats because honestly? In the dead of winter I only really wear my big brown coat. It has a lining that's like... I don't know a skinned teddy bear... I think it's an imitation of sheep wool, at least it looks that way, and it's extra large on me which is perfect for the dozens of layers I wear. I need to dye my denim jacket, I don't like how light it is anymore, it looks dated to me now. I have two old lady oversized blazers, one in a posh 'I go hunting on the weekends' tweed (got it from a family friend and it's probably from like the 90s but I like the look of it) and one in black that I need to fix the length of. I'm keeping these even though I don't wear blazers... I feel like they might come in handy for something that's I might need to look put together for. Got a basic trench that swamps me a little and I'm unsure if I should keep, a grey teddy bear coat that I don't like the length of and I'm wondering if I should shorten it because it would probably get more wear that way, my Nancy Wheeler burgundy jacket (not like her actual jacket but it looks really close to it and I love it, bought it just because of that, it's staying 😤) and a short 80s fur short coat that a friend gifted my mum.. in the 80s. I'm don't support the fur business but I love that coat and I feel bad tossing it knowing animals died for it. There is no such thing as fur recycling or donation stores here, I know the US has things like that but here we don't, so the coat stays where it's been too even if it's a more rare wear for me because I feel like it's so.. over the top. I have a weird hung up on trying not to be too over the top now, I've been that for years.. 😅

I still have beef with my sweater collection. I have LOADS of yarn to knit up a few sweaters in the upcoming months using source images on pinterest (I'll address that in another post) and thus it's making me ponder the sweaters that I already own. I kept quite a few of them after the clear out but I'm still wondering if realistically I'm going to wear them or if I'm just saving them because I've grown attached to them... I barely have any trousers, I mean.. I have a few pairs, but they don't fit properly and I've been so lazy to fix them. I need to fix that in the upcoming months too if I'm going to have clothes to wear. I saved buttons ups and I'm still pondering why I'm saving some of them, two of them are EXTRA LARGE on me, but they belonged to my grandfather, who's died now, and I sort of like that connection to him.. I just need to find a way to style them that won't make me feel sloppy I guess... WHY DO WE CREATE EMOTIONAL BONDS WITH OBJECTS!? WHY??? THIS IS SICK!

Also.. WHY IS THIS ALL SO COMPLICATED ACTUALLY!??!? REALISTICALLY HOW MANY CLOTHES DO I EVEN NEED?? AND HOW MANY SHOES??? WHY DO I OWN SO MUCH CRAP!??!? I WANT TO THROW OUT EVERYTHING I OWN IN RAGE BECAUSE I HAVE NO IDEA WHY I EVEN HAVE SOME OF THIS STUFF!??? CENTURIES AGO PEOPLE OWN LIKED3 TO 5 CHEMISES, 3 OR SO KIRTLES, PROBABLY ONLY 1 OR 2 SURCOATS AND THAT WAS IT! THEY HAD LIKE TWO PAIRS OF SHOES: ONE FOR SPRING AND SUMMER AND ONE FOR AUTUMN AND WINTER!! AND GUESS WHAT?? NO ONE WAS NAKED! I HAVE ONE (1) BODY AND TWO (2) FEET WHY DO I NEED ENOUGH CLOTHES TO DRESS A SMALL VILLAGE!?? I SHOULD JUST MOVE TO A NUDIST COLONY AND LIVE LIKE THAT! EVERYTHING IS BUY BUY BUY 'MUST ITEMS THAT YOU NEED FOR THE SUMMER OF 2023' 'TOP 20 PIECES YOU NEED TO HAVE IN YOUR CLOSET' '25 PIECES A GIRL CANNOT LIVE WITHOUT AND YOU MUST BUY RIGHT NOW' I HATE EVERYONE AND ABOVE ALL I HATE MYSELF. And.. exhale. That's out now. I need to do that one, it was festering in me... ANYWAY! That's the intro I guess, I'll go over inspiration images and plotting in the next post.. whenever the next post happens.. I still have A LOT to clear out and to go over in my wardrobe 😅

#i shall call this:#Sunny takes a deep dive into the world of adulthood dressing #that sounds fancy to my ears i like it i'm pretentious like that #it's just me screaming about clothing and crafts don't worry you're not missing out on anything #Re-writing the Old Testament with Sunny (a modern vain tale)#god i'm such a clown.. i honestly only amuse myself with my crap jokes 😅#wardrobe planning

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Evelyn & David's Relationship & Divorce Timeline Evelyn Cormier recently introduced her new boyfriend Harrison Holland, and there's plenty to learn about the 90 Day Fiancé alum Evelyn's post-show romance timeline with her ex, David Vázquez Zermeño. The 27-year-old David from Granada, Spain had come across a video of teenage Evelyn singing a Christian worship song. Her beautiful voice, and their shared faith, inspired David to send a photo of himself to Evelyn. When he did, he mentioned that they had a mutual friend. The two then started exchanging messages, When Evelyn finally met David in person, she fell for the good-natured Christian man. SCREENRANT VIDEO OF THE DAYSCROLL TO CONTINUE WITH CONTENT However, in 2023, things are a lot different for Evelyn and David. Evelyn's now a 24-year-old with a brand-new man. Earlier this month, Evelyn posted sweet selfies with her partner Harrison, and told her Instagram followers that, although she likes keeping her personal life mostly private, it was hard for her to keep her joy to herself. Therefore, Evelyn confirmed that the man in the photos was her new boyfriend. Evelyn's supporters celebrated her new relationship, especially since her last one was, according to her, troubled. Evelyn & David's Relationship Was Introduced On 90 Day Fiancé Season 5 David came to the U.S. in 90 Day Fiancé season 5, which meant that he and Evelyn had to get married within 90 days, or he'd have to go back to Spain. David and Evelyn's relationship was pretty tame compared to the other couples in the franchise, but their age gap was the biggest red flag. Evelyn was just 18 years old, and David was 27. The two had been saving themselves for marriage since Evelyn and David came from religious Christian families. She wanted to wed her Spanish fiance before their 1-year anniversary. Evelyn & David Got Married In October 2017 Evelyn wasn't exactly a fan favorite on 90 Day Fiancé. She and David argued often. Even if David had packed his bags and moved to New Hampshire, Claremont, he preferred life in the city. However, to Evelyn, her small town was her home. Evelyn was a control freak when it came to wedding planning. She wanted the groomsmen to wear tuxedos, but David knew his friends were already spending a lot on flying to the wedding. They could have worn simpler, cheaper clothes. Regardless, Evelyn and David got married in October 2017, some three years after David first commented on Evelyn's Instagram. Evelyn & David Appeared On 90 Day Fiancé Spin-off Love Games In 2019, Evelyn was featured in American Idol when she auditioned for season 17, by performing "Wicked Game” by Chris Isaak. Evelyn and David had moved from Claremont, New Hampshire, to Los Angeles in September 2019. She floored Katy Perry with her voice, and made it through the Hollywood Round to the Top 14. Evelyn and David didn't make another 90DF franchise appearance until they were cast in 90 Day Fiancé: Love Games in March 2021. They were one of the 24 different couples in the spin-off. They were going strong until episode 5, in which they couldn’t beat the controversial 90 Day Fiancé mother-son duo, Debbie and Colt Johnson. Evelyn & David Announce Their Split In March 2021, David had an accident, He was hospitalized after he was struck by a car while riding his bike to work. By then, David and Evelyn had faced constant split rumors because they were private on social media. Plus, Evelyn preferred to not wear her wedding ring in pictures. Evelyn had told People in February 2021, “It just gets annoying because, you know, people are constantly asking if we’re still together or, you know, checking if I’m wearing my wedding ring or if I’m not wearing my wedding ring.” She continued, “And I also think it's kind of a rude question to ask a married couple if they're still married.” However, the people who were trying to, “read into everything” were right after all. In November 2021, Evelyn confirmed that she'd decided to divorce David, “after prayerful consideration and counsel.” Her statement to InTouch shows Evelyn saying, “I’ve endured mental and emotional abuse because of a passionless, sexless, and narcissistic relationship.” She added, “This is a good reminder that not everything you see on social media is reality,” posting four years after their wedding. “This is a very difficult time for me and there is a long road of healing ahead, but I’m trusting God and the plan He has for me,” said Evelyn. David, “completely” denied, “those accusations.” Evelyn & David Finalize Their Divorce Out of his respect for the marriage that lasted four years, David chose, “not to disclose any more details.” Five months after the split announcement, Evelyn and David were officially divorced. UsWeekly reported that a judge signed the legal paperwork on April 22, 2022. It was Evelyn who'd filed for divorce in November 2021. This was the end of yet another 90 Day Fiancé romance, but a new beginning certainly, for Evelyn and David. Sources: People, InTouch, UsWeekly [ad_2] Read More

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The Gossip

Ben Chilwell

Request: You and Ben picking up your son from school after an argument and a couple of mums noticed the two of you are not in a good mood. On top of this you're not wearing your wedding rings because they're being cleaned so the mums are assuming the two of you aren't together anymore, and are flirting Ben and you're getting all jealous and he's feeling awkward and starts being clingy with you.

"Are you and Ben okay?"

The question Lizzie asked totally caught her off-guard, making her almost choke on her tea. They were waiting for their kids at a café near the school, catching up on school stuff since they hadn't seen each other a lot lately.

"Of course we are, why?"

Lizzie just shrugged and said, "Nothing. I just haven't been seeing you guys together at school, that's all." But Lizzie was being Lizzie; everything in her mind would always be displayed on her face. She was quite easy to read, so it definitely wasn't just nothing.

"Liz, come on. I know you wouldn't ask if there wasn't something," she demanded.

Lizzie looked hesitant at first, but she knew she couldn't get away. She sighed. "You and Ben looked like you were in a mood when you picked up Billy together a couple of weeks ago. The next week you came alone to the parents meeting, then Ben came alone to get Billy a few times. And you haven't been wearing your ring recently. So..."

From Lizzie's worried tone, she knew that what was going to come out from Lizzie's mouth wasn't going to be pretty. "So what, Liz?" she asked impatiently.

"So... There are words going around the mums that Billy's parents are not together anymore."

Her eyes widened listening to the information Lizzie had just given her. The mums were assuming that Billy's parents, she and Ben, had split up? Wow. Couldn't these mums just focus on their kids? Was this normal? Because she swore she never wanted to know about other parents' personal lives.

"First of all, our wedding rings are being cleaned," she began to explain. "And I've started working again. We both have been busy, so we try to manage our time so at least one of us is with Billy."

Those were facts. But the other fact that she couldn't share with Lizzie was that she and Ben had a fight a couple of weeks ago. So it was true that that day when they picked up Billy together, Ben and her were definitely in a mood. As she recalled the scene, they also argued a little bit and it may have caught the attention of some people. But they had sorted everything out so things were good between them now.

Lizzie believed her and looked relieved hearing her explanation. It seemed like she had been holding it in for quite a while.

"Where does this gossip come from, anyway?" she asked Lizzie. She knew the answer before Lizzie even answered.

"Well, Jessica and some other mums..." Lizzie trailed off, semi-whispering as if she was sharing classified information. "I'm so sorry to tell you this, but they have been flirting with your husband!"

As much as it didn't surprise her, she still felt this annoyance sitting at the bottom of her heart. Seeing her husband getting flirted with wasn't something unusual for her. But she really disliked Jessica, who she and Lizzie considered as the last person they wanted to be involved with at school. Jessica is that mum who always wanted to be noticed by the teachers, who tried so hard to be liked by the other parents, acted like she knew the best for all the kids, and most of the time she and Lizzie just didn't agree with her actions. She knew Jessica wouldn't miss the chance to approach her husband, the famous player of Chelsea, whatever the motive was. She made a mental note about telling Ben about Jessica and this rumour she'd made up.

It wasn't about jealousy, she couldn't care less about Jessica flirting with Ben. It was about associating themselves with the right people. If Jessica could spread gossip about her and Ben not being together anymore just because they hadn't been seen together, she thought that it would be best for them to keep their distance from Jessica.

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There was a sports day today at the school. The parents were expected to come. All the kids and the parents would all be out in the sun to do some competitions. Billy had been very excited about it, he didn't stop reminding Ben that he needed to come and win. Billy said it would be embarrassing if Ben didn't win, "You're a Chelsea player, dad!"

It was an hour past the schedule when she entered the school and headed to the school yard. It seemed like they were taking a break, because the kids were nowhere to be seen, probably back in their classes, and the parents were just hanging out with each other.

As she predicted, there weren't many dads around, less than half of the mums. She noticed Christian's and Poppy's parents who stood side by side, two dads who sat on a bench, and another dad at the back who seemed to be standing alone very awkwardly. Good luck on beating my husband, she thought. She scanned her eyes everywhere, until she caught a view that immediately ignited the fury in her.

There was her husband, talking with no other than Jessica. Some of Jessica's friends were surrounding them, too close for her liking, and they were laughing, making her eyes feel hot for a second.

"I think Ben would know more school gossip than me, at this point. Mind sharing it with me?" She announced her arrival. The surprised look on Jessica's face almost made her burst into laughter.

"Hey, babe," Ben casually said. He showed her a bright smile, as his hand naturally went to her back. She smiled back at Ben and could feel all the eyes were on both of them.

"Oh, hello, Billy's mum! I thought you weren't going to come," Jessica said, obviously trying to cover her surprise.

"And why would you assume that?" she asked.

"Ben told us that you were in an important meeting." 'Ben'. She called her 'Ben'. Wasn't it supposed to be 'Billy's dad' or 'Mr. Chilwell'?

"Yes. Thankfully it ended early. I wouldn't want to miss this. Billy had been excited all week," she shot a glance at Ben, an unpleasant one, and Ben's smile fell a little bit.

"Uhm, Jessica was telling me about the painting class the kids are taking. It would be nice if the kids could go there together, you know," Ben explained. He could feel her being so tense, so he slightly caressed her back.

She simply nodded. "Of course. But, well, Billy has been interested in playing the piano too, we're still trying to see which one he's interested in the most," she offered her fake polite smile to everyone. "And, oh, Ben," looking at Ben, she lowered her voice, but making sure it was still loud enough for Jessica and her friends to hear. "I picked up our rings. They're clean now, like brand new."

She took a glance at Jessica, and felt like she had won all the games today as she saw the utter annoyance in Jessica's face.

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"Jessica. You called her Jessica. Since when are you guys on a first name basis? You never told me you are close with Jessica and the other mums."

"Uh uh, we're not close," Ben shook his head as he headed to their en-suite, taking off his shirt. "They really insisted that I should just call them by their first names. And babe, like I've said to you, I only spoke to them a few times before," He threw his shirt into the laundry basket.

"But you let them call you Ben?" she trailed behind Ben, stopping at the door to lean on the door frame, hands folded in front of her. Her eyes were fixed on Ben who stood by the sink, turning on the faucet.

"What am I supposed to do? I just don't want to be rude." Ben splashed his face with water. The droplets of water fell from the ends of his wet hair. She needed to bite her tongue to compose herself, because that view in front of her right now was quite hard to resist. "Where's my towel?" Ben glanced at the towel rack and couldn't find his towel there.

"I thought it wouldn't be that bad when Lizzie said they like to flirt with you. God, they almost threw themselves at you." She walked to the cupboard, opening it and grabbing a towel. She threw the towel to Ben, almost like wanting to hit him with it, and he caught it before it could hit his chest. Ben shook his head lightly and sighed.

"Are you jealous?"

She glared at him and scoffed, before rolling her eyes as she walked out of the bathroom. "If there's anyone who's jealous in this whole situation, I'm pretty sure it's not me. I'm not the one who's flirting with someone else's husband."

"Babe," Ben called out, but she didn't stop walking. "Hey, are we fighting again? This would be a very ridiculous reason to be fighting over, you know?" Ben grabbed her hand and turned her around.

Her cheeks were red and Ben knew it wasn't because she had stood too long under the sun; it was because she was upset. She felt so irritated, but it melted quickly as soon as she caught the soft look on Ben's pair of eyes who was looking at her with full patience.

She sighed deeply. "I'm sorry. It's just— You could see how surprised everybody looked when I came today. They really believed that we weren't together anymore, maybe even hoped for it. It's ridiculous, and I shouldn't even be mad about it but I am."

"I'm sorry too, okay? I know you've told me to stay away from them. I should've left when they approached me," Ben apologised.

"I just want to protect us, okay, Ben? The rumour might be harmless, but what if it happens again and then it causes problems?" She said with genuine concern all over her voice and her face.

"I understand you, babe. I'll try to hang out with the dads next time, okay? Lizzie said Edward Shelley's dad often comes to school."

Her chuckles were quickly followed by Ben's. He pulled her closer by her waist and she fell into his embrace. He wrapped his arms around her and it immediately calmed her heart.

"Anyway, you know that it's okay if you're jealous right, babe?" Ben said. She gave Ben's arm a light slap, which made him chuckle again.

Maybe she was jealous. Maybe. Just a tiny bit jealous.

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Ben wasn't someone who liked to display a lot of affections in public. But he seemed to be showing it as much as he could today.

Billy was having a play today at school, and Ben was able to clear his schedule for the day so they were able to go together. He took her hand as soon as they sent Billy off to his teachers, and hadn't let go since. If he did, it was only to greet the other parents or to rest it on the small of her back.

It felt like all the parents of the whole school were there. There were just so many people and of course a lot of them were noticing Ben Chilwell and his wife. She had gotten used to it, being stared at in public, but now it felt a little bit awkward for her since they were there in such a formal event, as parents, and Ben was practically glued to her. He had never acted like this before.

"What's going on with you today?" she asked eventually, her eyebrows furrowing. Ben put on a confused look on his face. "You haven't been letting go of me," she continued.

Ben's gaze was fixed at her. "Well, we can't let another gossip spread around the mums, can we?"

And she almost burst into a laughter when she realised what Ben was referring to. "We're wearing our rings now, everyone can see it."

Ben shrugged. "Still, I need to guard you. Can't let the dads flirt with my wife."

"You would be super jealous, wouldn't you?" she teased.

"Of course," Ben quickly answered. "But it won't happen. They know I've got you so they can't even try."

She would kiss Ben right now if they weren't here, let him know how amazing of a husband he was. They might fight, sometimes. But Ben would always try to listen to her and understand her feelings, and somehow in the end he always managed to do the right things that pleased her.

"Anyway, babe," he continued as he looked around, before falling his gaze upon her with a smug smile plastered across his face. "Don't you think that we're the hottest parents here?" He winked, with a smug smile that plastered across his face, and she definitely couldn't stop the little butterflies in her stomach.

She knew some people were still staring, well, they better stare. She didn't know how far the gossip about them splitting up had spread, but this whole school needed to know that Billy's parents were definitely together.

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a nightlight and a bottle of wine

recently I’ve really loved nezriel and wanted to write a lil thing for them. this will be two parts, this is the first. modern au

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It’s not like Nesta really knew what she was doing when she moved out. All she knows is that there is a rift between her and Feyre; a scar splitting their shared skin, a wound opening and reopening, never to heal.

And so she’s away. They’ve made their mistakes and let them be. They’ve hurt each other and even tried to love, but sisters love each other too much for love—and so she’s away. The guilt is still there, but farther from her, now. Nesta stirs it into her morning coffee and drinks the sleep, wiping it from beneath her eyes and the lines around her mouth.

Every so often Cassian will text her, inviting her out to dinner or to a work party, and Nesta resists the urge to throttle him. He’s a very smart, thirty-five year old man. He should know what cutting off someone means.

(He knows, of course he knows. She guesses he just thinks it doesn’t apply to him.)

His roguish charm, his smirk, his low voice, all inviting her to one thing—sex—was beginning to exhaust her. It’s a surprising relief to be away from him. She feels like she can wear tank tops and let her hair down and go out without a bra, relieved he won’t be there to stare.

(Was she really so afraid of him?)

So Nesta lives her life and drinks her coffee, wears her tank tops and sleeps in her underwear, finally a woman in the way she’s always wanted to be; she feels discrete from the rest of the world but in a near comforting way. She has no one to disappoint, no one to miss. Her world is confined to very few people and her mind allows for one.

•

But there are things that trip her up. Remaining ties.

One such: the nightlight clipped to her bed. It’s cheap, a gaudy silver. She’s sure Azriel bought it for no more than two dollars.

But she uses it every night.

(This trips her up.)

It’s a routine she’s given to herself, written into the margins of her life; she climbs into bed, smooths the blankets over her legs, grabs her book, opens it on her lap, then twists and switches on the light. It illuminates the page with a pretty, golden sun. She uses it religiously. She thinks that if she lost it, some intrinsic part of her might be lost as well, and this frightens her.

Remaining ties should be snipped. These last threads should be spooled up, put away, hidden in the bottom drawer.

She switches it on anyway, watches the light trace the letters.

(Sometimes she thinks she is the black stamp of letters. The utter bleakness of them on the smooth page. Sometimes she thinks she is what ruins the paper. She is what ruined the paper. There’s a reason she is here and they are there.)

•

November 19th.

Happy birthday to me.

She buys a cake from the supermarket and blows out the candle.

There’s a knock at the door, late at night. Not thinking to check, she goes to open it, and there stands Azriel, still in the doorway, bottle of wine in hand.

“Happy birthday,” he says bluntly.

She lets him in for some reason she still doesn’t understand, and they end up drinking a glass together. It’s from Cassian, the wine—his favorite. Azriel tells her that Cassian didn’t think she’d take it from him.

“So he asked you,” she says.

He smiles. “Because you like me.”

1:00 AM, and they’re still drinking. They barely talk. They just sit; they sit on the kitchen stools, then the rickety chairs, then the floor, then the couch, then back to the floor. His cheeks are pink, his words slurred.

“Why’d you come?” she asks, peering down at where he lays, splayed out, on the carpet.

(He’s not the kind for favors, she knows that.)

Opening his eyes, he fixes his gaze on her. He smiles sleepily.

“Happy birthday, Nesta.”

•

She doesn’t really celebrate for the holidays. Her apartment is bare, save a pair of twinkling bells on the kitchen counter, tied with a red ribbon. Sometimes when she’s cooking she’ll give them a little ring.

The letter comes in the mail—from Feyre, clearly put there by her own hand. It’s an invitation to dinner, for the winter solstice. They’re celebrating early this year because they’re going out of town for a few weeks.

(Please don’t feel pressured to come. We were going to leave you be but Az, since he’s so considerate, thought you might appreciate an invite.)

Nesta picks up her phone and texts Feyre a simple no thanks.

•

The next morning, she opens her door to a bottle of wine. Its neck is tied with a cherry red ribbon, and there’s a note—“If you’re ever lonely, give me a call. It’s my favorite.”

She doesn’t need to see who it’s from to know.

She smiles and picks it up, taking it inside.

•

It bites, the loneliness.

She wasn’t prepared for the quiet.

She traded in insults and jabs and sweaty hands at dinner tables for nothing, nothing, nothing. Silence in the shower, silence over breakfast. Over time, it’s begun to grate on her skin, sift between the strands of her hair, and she feels like she’s swimming a meter below the surface, ears clogged, vision blurred.

And slowly, she’s started to cry; she cries when the silence is too loud, when her aloneness is real, when she realizes the ugly truth of it all. She’s alone, she has nobody, she’s alone.

She picks up her phone and dials his number. “Let’s drink your wine.”

A small quiet. “I thought you’d never ask.”

“That wasn’t a question.”

“I know, Nesta,” he laughs. “I’ll be there.”

•

They don’t drink at all, actually. She starts crying again the minute she sees his face.

“Nesta?”

•

“I’m fine, really.”

They’re walking down the aisle of the grocery store, weeks later.

“I don’t believe you.”

“I’m doing better, I am.”

He shrugs. “I don’t care. Pick a flavor. We’ll eat it, we’ll watch a movie.” He looks her up and down, brow creased. “You need two things—no, make that three things.”

She huffs a laugh, sticking her hand into the freezer and pulling out a carton. “What?”

“Sleep, ice cream, and company.” He grins. “And now you’ve got me.”

“Lucky me.”

“Lucky you.”

•

He’s seen her beautiful; he’s seen her ugly. He’s seen her in her rattiest apron with flour crusted into her fingernails. He’s seen her laugh so hard she cries, watched her slam her head into an open cupboard door, driven her to the hospital when she sliced her hand open with a knife. They’re together a lot, she realizes. They’re not halves; they’re one and one, and one and one make two, and they stand as two together on sidewalks, squinting at menus in the windows of restaurants, and they pet dogs in the park (Nesta always asks, because Az gets shy), and they take walks at midnight, and they live their lives contentedly next to each other’s. She starts to wonder if he splits his life into two—into Cassian and Rhys and Mor and Feyre, and into her, the girl who walked away. She’d like to know why he followed her.

Sometimes she’ll catch herself staring. Even before Cassian, she’d thought Azriel was the most beautiful of the three; all graceful, sloping shadows, soft and deep eyes, curling black hair. Her heart doesn’t know what to do anymore. It skips a beat when she sees him, but calms when she’s near him. It races when he leans close, falls to steadiness when he slings his arm over her shoulders. She can’t decide if she loves him like this or loves him like that. He means so much to her, means so many different things, that to give him a singular word wouldn’t fit.

She calls him Azriel, Az, Steve, Steven Shadow, Mr. Shadow, Ralph, Ron, He of the Candied Pecans, You. He responds to all of it. Recently he told her that it wasn’t because of the name, but because of the voice—(of course I don’t know who Ralph is, Nesta, but your voice, it’s your voice you use for me)—and she felt warm for reasons she couldn’t understand.

She shows up unannounced at his apartment when it’s a bad night. He does the same.

•

“Tell me the truth,” she begins, tipsy. “Did you like me before?”

“What?”

“Did you like me before?”

He frowns. “Elaborate.”

“Before you learned I’m a nice person. Back at the townhouse. When I hated everyone and was rude to you.”

“Oh.” He laughs a little. “I always liked you,” he says, and then his face settles into something like sadness. Nesta watches him closely. “I didn’t like… the way you made me feel, though. I’d see you down the hall, tired and everything, a stick of a person, and Rhys would make some joke, and I’d hate him.”

She blinks.

He looks down. “I’d never hated him before.”

There’s a tension between them. It’s common enough to be recognizable, but not enough to be familiar. She’s on edge, unsure.

The silence seeps in.

“And I hated myself, too,” he says. His eyes flick back up to hers.

Her breath catches in her chest. “I hated myself because I didn’t do anything. So I stayed away.”

“I’m sorry,” she whispers, overwhelmed. Everything is building; everything is quiet. His eyes are deep and dark and swirling. He shakes his head slightly, leaning closer, slowly, slowly, and she sees it all happen—he takes her face in his hands. She can see the stray strand of hair on his forehead, the one eyelash resting by his nose, the mole right above his mouth.

“I watched you fade,” he breathes. “I watched them pull you around.”

She twines one finger into his hair, trying to bring him closer, trying to have him closer. Come here, Azriel. Come with me. Be with me, love me, because I love you.

“I’m sorry,” she says again, because it’s all she can say.

“You have nothing to be sorry for,” he murmurs, and kisses her.

•

“Wait,” he says, reaching up.

“What?”

He touches the nightlight. “You kept this?”

She laughs, curled into his side, and says, “Of course I did.” He drops a kiss to her hair. “They all bought me books. You made it easy to read them.”

—-

@acosfisfeysandpropaganda I finally wrote it!!

#nezriel #nesta x azriel #nesta archeron #azriel shadowsinger

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enderwoah · 3 years

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ORIGINS SMP HEADCANONS (because i love them): SEASON TWO EDITION BAYBEEE

(this is really long ENJOY :gun:)

tommy

he is phil's son smile

phil's most recent son at least

he's got like one more somewhere

he picked this one up off the dangerous streets a few years ago and he's been sticking with phil ever since

his wings are small- not too small to fly, but they're untrained to the point where it would take a lot or work to get him off the ground

but at first, he didn't really seem to want to learn all that much?

(he has three scars on his face- all from trying to learn how to fly when he was younger)

(he gave up after the third one)

("if at first you don't succeed; try, try again" is his motto, and he tried all three times)

but!! phil and wilbur are very persuasive :) and now that he knows he can fly, he's not going to rest until he does

he's a little manipulative to get what he wants sometimes, but can you blame someone that lived on the street for so long?

he had to do that to survive! it's not his fault.

(it's a great excuse.)

he laughs like a kookaburra amen

he squawks when he gets scared

he chirps. he tries not to because it makes phil go absolutely bird-brained but he does sometimes and he hates it.

tubbo

NOW'S YOUR CHANCE TO BE A B[GUNSHOTS]

god he is. so fucking annoying (/rp)

he simply does not know when to stop

he ignores social cues to see when someone is annoyed

(see: he can read social cues. he does read social cues. when you get annoyed that's when he starts being more annoying, because you're more likely to give him what he wants to get him to shut the fuck up.)

he loves talking to (at) people, especially people he doesn't really know that well

so he's trying to be friends with ranboo, but the absolute prick keeps trying to avoid any actual conversations, so that's not working

he buzzes when he gets excited-happy

his fingertips are completely blackened and horrendously sharp, functioning as ten individual stingers

they don't do any actual damage but he's working on that

techno

wither hybrid (??)

how can you be a wither hybrid?? nobody got down and dirty with the wither

he's an experiment

the reason we haven't seen him yet? he's staying away from the main area of the smp

he doesn't want to ruin its natural beauty with his withering effect, so he keeps to himself on the outskirts of the smp

which sucks

withers get health from killing things

he's not fully a wither, so he gets energy from being around people and sort of draining their life force a little bit

he feels terrible when he's with just one person because they are Literally his life support and it makes the person feel like shit

when he's with a big group of people its great!! he only has to take a little bit from everyone and its barely noticable!!

but then there's the wither part. so he has to stay away.

he's always tired

always exhausted

he's a farmer, so taking it from animals works, but god does he miss people

but he can only visit a few times and for very short

(he's afraid that one of these days he'll get so bad that the next time he sees someone he'll accidentally kill them)

(it already happened once. he's blessed that he's been forgiven, even made friends with by the victims, but he doubts he'll be able to pull that off again with no consequences like last time)

wilbur

phantlings are dead elytrians, and given that wilbur was phil's son...he's a phantling

he died in the late 50s and was a librarian when he was alive, so he's very possessive (ha) over all of his things

you should never ask to "borrow" anything from him, he will hound you about it until you give it back

it's best to just say that you want something from him to keep

even if youre going to give it back

just for your own peace of mind

phantlings can feel fear and get a genuine feeling of elation from scaring people

of course, sometimes its unwelcome (feeling large amounts of fear from someone they care about in a bad way just makes them pissed)

but for the most part, wilbur loves appearing in the corner of people's visions just to jumpscare them a few minutes later

all in good fun, of course!! it's just hilarious :)

being the lighthearted, fun guy he is, he's not particularly secretive about his method of death

"how did i die? well, it all started -- ended -- on november 16th, 1958!"

"i walked out of the library late, since i took the shift for my wife since she was feeling sick and i worked there anyways,"

"the streets were dark and only lit up by gaslamps...and out of an alley...appeared..........."

techno.

he didn't mean it. wilbur isn't at all mad at him (anymore)

he was starving. he didn't know that one touch would be enough to fully revitalize him...

and murder wilbur where he stood.

sneeg

has details on everyone on the server

you Cannot Hide Shit From Sneeg

its impossible

if you find of his any shittly little mouse holes then you're doomed

you find one and there are twenty more

he's under your floorboards while you're having your important discussion about trapping the nether roof

sucks to suck ig??

he seems to be the favourite of many, which is weird since he rarely goes out of his way to actually talk to many people

he's the only person that tubbo doesn't actively try to annoy (or maybe he just doesn't find tubbo's antics all that annoying)

he's the only person that ranboo stays around (or maybe he stays around ranboo- he and Phil seem to be the only ones not off-put by his slightly sadistic and whiny demeanour (not counting tubbo, who annoys him anyways)

phil seems to be more protective of him than he thinks is normal (he lets sneeg ride on his shoulder while travelling, so he doesn't really complain)

niki is completely protective over him (again, not complaining)

contrary to popular believe, he does not get high from sugar

if anything he gets

high-per

(get it)

(high-per)

(hyper)

he's literally just a nine-year old getting a sugar rush leave him alone

phil

take the normal "bird-brain" headcanons and multiply it by like sixty-four

and you've got origins phil

he can't see glass- or, rather, he can, but it doesn't register that 'hey, this is a solid surface i am going to slam into'

its very funny for everyone else but he's pretty sure he has permanent brain damage from the blunt force trauma

if there is ANYONE on the server who dares to chirp, bird or no, they must understand that they are signing away their privacy and giving phil the right to go absolutely bonkers over them momma bird style

(shoutout to tommy, wilbur, ranboo, and fundy for having to suffer through this)

"oh??? you don't have wings?? you don't have feathers?? omg?? then what's this im preening?? what do you mean im just braiding your hair?? nono this is preening smile"

god help you if you dare to have wings

poor tommy, wilbur, sneeg, and tubbo

phil can't help himself alright

do you think he wants to be any sort of protective over sneegsnag?

no!! but he cant stop himself!! sneeg might damage his wings if he keeps flying those super long distances!!! nnnno! carry the bug man!!!

it's weird, he's always had that protective sense over ranboo, too

but ranboo very obviously doesn't have wings, so he doesn't get it...

ranboo

yes ur a peasant

yes ur poor

yes im cooler than u

what r u gonna do about it

the enderdragon's son! partially a dragon, partially enderman, partially human (don't ask, his other mom is a hybrid), all spoiled brat!

given that he has a ton of dragon genes, he's extremely possessive over his stuff and Yes He Does Do The Hoarding Thing

he has a pile of rings and gold chains and necklaces and most of his jewellery hidden underneath his bed

(if you ask him, no, he doesn't)

not to wear

just to Have

one time, fundy stole one (1) bracelet from the hoard and ranboo was sent into a panic for a good 24 hours

he wouldn't leave his cave and kept counting and recounting as if that'd make the missing piece reappear

(when fundy had to give it back because of the guilt, he expected to get his face bitten off)

(instead, he just watched as the prince was flooded with relief, telling him to get the hell out and nothing more)

it's weird, he has so much gold and even a crown, and yet here he is

living with all those people ^^^

truth be told, the enderdragon isn't a very nice dragon

nor is she a very kind queen

nor was the other queen

nor was her son

there was a mutiny in the end, leading to the dragon queen and her wife being killed brutally by the crowd of angered people

they went after their son next, who had ordered executions and worked servants to the bone just as much as they had

they cut off his wings in the middle of the square

he was sure he was going to die until a random person (a peasant) jumped up and yelled at them for publicly torturing a child

but ranboo didn't really catch all of it, given he was delirious from pain

he got to get some stuff quickly and escape with his life

this wasn't too long ago, either, so he's still trying to...adjust...to people talking rudely to him

(he's also trying to adjust to not having wings)

(hence why he hurls himself off the edges of cliffs and then has to teleport to the bottom instead of glide. he keeps forgetting.)

#this is so long #origins smp #originssmp #ranboo #tubbo #philza #philza minecrft #sneegsnag #wilbur soot #technoblade #tommyinnit #help this is so long

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achillieus · 3 years

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we’re fools. (bucky barnes x reader)

summary: for all bucky barnes knows, he hates clichés. and this thing between you two, happens to be the biggest one.

(enemies to lovers trope or i watched the society on netflix recently and based this entirely on harry bingham and cassandra pressman)

pairing: college au!bucky x reader

warnings: alcohol, angst, too much tension, bucky and reader are stupid and in denial, sexual tension all around the place

tagging: @tonystankschild

(other parts) (masterlist)

part 2/3:

And then it’s the last week of February and you have an assignment together, you and Bucky, the boy with black hair and a mind that you’re certain is not as clever as he insists it is. You know this cannot possibly end well. You feel it when he sits beside you and his knee brushes past your leg. You feel it when you take a breath and smell his aftershave. Sandalwood and vanilla. It makes you want to lick your lips. Please, get a grip. You try to get away, even propose to write the whole thing alone so you wouldn’t have to spend any time around him. In your mind, you call it self defense. But Bucky’s boastful and you can see him pumping the muscles in his neck, trying to intimidate you.

“My dorm, tomorrow at 7,” he says “Don’t be late.”

(your late night instagram search history)

(00:38 AM) #literaturememes

(01:15 AM) @buckybrns

(01:30 AM) #newgirl

(01:50 AM) @buckybrns

(02:10 AM) @buckybrns

You find it annoying; how he’s present even when he’s not around.

The thing about Bucky Barnes is that everyone, boys and girls, adore him alike. He’s charming, he’s crafty, he’s brilliant. He’s everything they want him to be and even more. It nearly condones his megalomania.

The thing about Bucky Barnes is that he’s aware he has an audience. Always plans his moves, knows how to play his character perfectly. He wears dark designer jeans and plain Henley shirts, buttons open, fabric tight around his biceps. Sometimes even a black leather jacket and a tag necklace. Girls are intrigued by the bad-boy, straight A student contrast, while the boys are envious enough keep him close and invite him to all of their parties. Bucky gives them whatever they need.

The thing about Bucky Barnes is that he’s utterly lonely. He has never said so, but it’s the truest thing about him. He has Sam. But for how long? Bucky’s used to people going away. It has been imprinted on him. His best friend, Steve, left with his girlfriend in an exchange program last month and Natasha, the one girl he ever came close to loving, just started dating Clint Barton. Clint fucking Barton. What a downgrade.

And then there’s you, sitting at the end of his bed, playing with the ring in your finger, reading some neatly written lecture notes. Usually, Bucky would think about 129 cheeky comments he could make to a girl in his room. But not to you. Are you sure, Bucky? He has grown accustomed to disliking you. It’s the one constant he has left and he’s not planning on losing it.

He leans down and takes the place next to you, a bottle of beer dangling loosely in his hand.

He offers and you decline.

“We need to concentrate on the project.”

“You’re the biggest killjoy.” Bucky says with a hint of a smirk.

“I’m studying, Bucky.” He can see your left hand holding that dark green pen in a tight grip and your eyes trying to focus everywhere but on his face. He can see your hair glistening in the warm afternoon light that comes from his window. He can see the soft red blush on your cheeks and the beauty mark on your neck. What a tricky thing it is to see. And to feel. And to want.

Is that what dislike tastes like, Bucky?

He talks a lot, that’s the first thing you notice. He says all sorts of things, most of them having nothing to do with your project. You’re certain it’s because he’s feeling as uncomfortable and agitated as you. But still, it’s annoying as hell.

“Listen,” you say and turn to his side “I’m not going to fail this class just because you have the attention span of a two year old.”

A laugh escapes his lips and you watch, completely in awe, the way little wrinkles form around his eyes and his nose scrunches. Right now, he looks tender and warm. No, he doesn’t.

“I think we’re both pretty smart,” Bucky says nonchalant and wets his lower lip with his tongue, before he adds, “We’ve got this, so relax doll.”

There are rules, things that are solid, de facto.

Example 1: Bucky never praises you. At least not out loud.

Example 1: Not valid anymore.

Example 2: Bucky uses the word “doll” approximately ten times a day. To other girls. The girls he likes. Not to you.

That’s actually wrong, he called you doll the first time you met. That doesn’t count. He didn’t know you then.

Example 2: Not valid anymore.

It feels foreign. Pleasant and beguiling, but foreign.

“You always call girls “doll”. What is this?” You ask and he looks up. “Is it like your thing, your flirt move?”

Bucky meets your gaze, his forehead creased, and holds it for some seconds before he laughs again. Is this amusing him?

“No, I’m serious.” You bite your lip. “You even did it to me when we first met.”

“I did?”

Of course he doesn’t remember, what did you expect?

“Yeah, when you helped me find the admission office.”

“And you remember that, an entire year later?” He raises his eyebrows, looking entertained and partly interested.

Your mind empties and for some time you feel out of place, embarrassed. But you’re quick to recollect yourself. You can’t let him get you.

“It was my first day as a college student, I remember all of it.”

Liar. You don’t even remember who you sat next to.

Bucky smirks a little too long for your liking and then he leans in, his body bending in a way that makes you forget to breath. He’s so close and you only see blue, a rare kind of blue between the depths of the ocean and the brightest shade of the sky at noon. This would be so much easier if he wasn’t that handsome. Handsome and indomitable. What an awful combination.

“Interesting.” He whispers and lies back, touching the wall.

You tuck a piece of hair behind your ear and clear your throat.

“I should go, it’s obvious we’re not making any progress.” You pick your books and stand up. “Sometimes I wonder how you get all those perfect grades, you clearly-” You merely finish your sentence before he grabs your arm and swiftly, he has you pressed against his wooden bookcase. You don’t have time to blink.

What’s happening? He was sitting down a second ago.

“That day,” he says while his thumb draws circles on your wrist. “You were wearing a denim dress and some Saturn shaped earrings. And you were holding a cherry juice box.”

It’s utterly terrifying how your emotions toss and turn the moment you realize what he’s talking about and the fragile muscles of your heart ache because Bucky cares. Bucky remembers.

“It wasn’t my first day of college, but I remember.”

You want to throw up. Or kiss him. You’re not sure. You know you hate Bucky. Do you? You’ve taught yourself to. And it was never supposed to change. It shouldn’t have to.

You part your lips to say something, anything, but he shakes his head and steps back.

“You should go.”

And you do. And you’ll never tell him, but you’ll always regret not kissing him then. You’re sure now.

your inbox, the next morning

(10:25 AM) from [email protected]

I’m sending you our assignment. You only need to add a few things and it’s done. If anything else comes up, it’s better we work on our own.

For Bucky, it all came crashing down the moment he first saw you. It was all over the moment his eyes met yours. A gourmand perfume lingered in the air around you that day and it stained his pores. And it’s been with him since then. Clinging onto his flesh.

It’s partly obsessive and partly romantic and Bucky tries to keep it locked inside. He thinks he can make it go away easily, the way he flicks a crumb off his expensive cashmere scarf. He thinks if he doesn’t talk about it, it’ll be less true. That’s not how things work, Bucky.

Yeah, he’s starting to notice.

And he’s trying so hard to hate you. The problem is, he doesn’t think he can.

(his late night instagram search history)

(00:45 AM) #tomfordperfumes

(01:30 AM) @y/n

(01:50 AM) #funnycats

(02:15 AM) @y/n

(03:45 AM) @y/n

You make it your mission to avoid him and it’s going well until the fifth of March. You spot him at Sam Wilson’s party. You should have known he’d be here, they’re friends. There’s a thick cloud of cigarette smoke all around, but still, you can perfectly see him. He’s standing alone, his skin changing colors under the neon lights, a plastic cup in his hand, eyes crystal blue and swollen and fixated on you.

The room is small and everything feels known but unfamiliar at the same time; the atmosphere, his gaze, the lump on your throat.

They’re suffocating you, the looks you give each other.

“Buck, what do you want?” Sam asks, holding both vodka and gin and he observes the way Bucky merely turns his head to look at him.

What do you want Bucky?

Not to play a role anymore. For Steve to be back. Maybe, Natasha. No, he hasn’t thought about her in a month. Perhaps a Pulitzer Prize. Definitely a new pair of sunglasses. But there is one more answer he has behind his teeth.

Y/N, he almost says. Always.

“Vodka.”

He leaves before midnight and you can’t remember where the urge came from, yet you’re following him. You know he has noticed. But he just keeps walking until he reaches the door of his dorm and presses his back against it. He sees you and you see him and his eyes cut your heart open.

“Your place is on the other side of the building.”

“I know,” you mumble, “I just never got to say good job on the assignment and I wanted to.” You are unable to meet his eyes. You sound pitiful and you want to hit a wall; with your head.

Why the hell did you follow him here?

Because sometimes you do stupid things.

Bucky mockingly opens his mouth, as if shocked. It almost makes you groan.

“Did Miss high and mighty just comment something nice about me?”

“Why do you have to contradict everything I say?”

He shakes his head and you can feel your heart beat loud and irregular and it’s not because you’re mad. It’s because he’s coming closer, almost chest to chest now. And it’s because you can swear, he just glanced at your lips.

“Someone has to, you can’t act like you know everything all the time.”

“I don’t do that, you don’t know a thing about me Bucky.”

“Oh, but I do. You’re Y/N, you like plaid skirts and Homer and dark green pens. You expect everyone to be perfect. You expect yourself to be perfect. And you always want to do the right thing.”

His pupils are dilated. Yours must be too. Bucky Barnes is dangerous and fatal. He makes your blood coil and your mouth dry. And there’s a tension, almost pain, almost agony, deep in your lungs and it burns. And you don’t know who leaned in first, probably you because Bucky isn’t that brave yet, but suddenly your hands are everywhere. Your fingers blending in his hair, his digging in the skin on the back of your neck. He’s bringing you closer and it’s a mess and all you can hear is the beating of your heart; a rapid vibration between your ears. It’s pure and raw and it doesn’t hurt anymore.

He tastes like ambrosia and a year-old despair and you think you can go on forever. You eventually break apart because you both need to breath and for a second you worry because he looks like he’s ready to cry, but instead he smiles, softly touching your cheek.

“Did I do the right thing?” You whisper.

...

feedback is so appreciated and motivates me tons, thank you :)

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #college au #bucky barnes imagine #au!bucky barnes #bucky barnes x you #sebastian stan #alternate universe #alternate universe bucky #sebastian stan imagine #sebastian stan x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #fools

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fbfh · 3 years

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I think you've horribly misread the situation [shitty roommate pt 2] - leo x reader

wc: 2.3k

genre: contemporary drama, you're definitly going to get second hand embarrassment, cozy fluff

pairing: leo x reader, attempted isabella x leo

reader: gender neutral, they/them

requested: hell yeah

warnings: mild swearing, roommate tries to steal your man once again, mentions of various mainstream vampire media (twilight, the vampire diaries etc.), brief mention of castlevania (even though i haven't seen it yet lol), breif mention of videogames and assassins creed, very mild delusion (roommate is secretly convinced leo is a vampire that's in love with her), attempted age gap relationship (she's 17 and leo's 19, he shuts that down real fast), very bad poetry

summary: You and Leo are both looking foward to spending a long weekend together, and Leo is determined not to let anything interrupt it, even if it means turning down your roommate's attempts to seduce him in the kitchen.

a/n: absolutley no hate or shade or judgement to anyone who has the same or similar traits as isabella!!!!!! at her core she's annoying because she's the antagonist, not bc of any isolated trait or traits

also she's shitty cause she keeps trying to steal your boyfriend?????

Edit: I forgot to mention before, but this is a college au where you're both still demigods, so you went to camp and on quests and stuff together

This weekend is going to be all about recharging. Recharging from the ridiculous back to back closing and opening shifts at work, recharging from having to redo that stupid project twice because your professor couldn’t decide on a clear way to define the criteria, and recharging from Isabella having her townie friend Regan over almost non stop to “completely shake up her look” as she put it.

Between the constant presence of someone you’d barely consider an acquaintance and Big Time Rush’s self titled album blasting on repeat out of her giant airpod shaped speaker, it’s been harder than usual to get in some effective self care. You have no idea how many more times you can hear the phrase “I’m going for Jade West meets Elena Gilbert, with just a little Buffy Summers” before you lose your fucking mind.

Thankfully, the hard part is almost over. There’s some minor holiday tomorrow on friday, so you and Leo both have a three day weekend ahead of you, which you intend to spend entirely together. You planned ahead, frontloading homework, chores, errands, and everything you could think of to remove anything that isn’t cuddling or playing video games and watching netflix together from your horizon.

This includes going straight from work to the grocery store to stock the fridge and get any snacks you and Leo want. You had texted him a while ago asking for anything he was craving, and head into the store with a concrete list. After a while, you circle around some aisles, avoiding the check out.

“I feel like I’m forgetting something,” you muse, knowing it’s untrue, but hoping to trigger a memory anyway. You can’t put it off any longer, finally checking out and heading back to your apartment. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t avoiding Isabella just a little.

You know bringing in all these groceries would be way easier with Isabella and possibly Regan’s help, but you just don’t have the social energy to talk to anyone, much less her, right now. By some miracle, you bring everything in yourself, and hope to get it put away before you see Isabella.

You turn to the freezer, putting away the ice cream. When you turn back around, you’re suddenly met face to face with Isabella, who has opened one of the boxes and is picking at a pastry.

“Hey girlie,” she says, elongating the hey.

“Hey,” you reply lethargically, putting the last of the groceries away. She looks at the pastry in her hand like she’s just noticing it.

“Sorry, I can’t help it, I’m italian.” She smiles, endeared by her own behavior. You have no idea what being italian has to do with asking before you open a box of your roommate’s food, but this really isn’t out of character for her. She brings up the fact that she’s half italian more than Lele Pons blames her behavior on being latina.

She’s wearing sweatpants that say chaser on the leg in red and gold varsity font, and a tight tee shirt that says “it’s okay to love them both” with silhouettes of the male love interests from one of the vampire shows she always watches. You collect the plastic bags to put in recycling, and see a piece of paper on the counter.

It reads as follows:

Drowning in my mind

No one hears me cry

Who was I before society

Before society put me in a pink dress

And handed me blonde hair dye

And told me to lose ten pounds or be labeled a freak?

The happiest people cry the most

Let the lyrics be your story

But I’m not like the other skinny blonde pretty girls

I’m

Different

-b.g. xox

You hold back a sigh.

“I think this is yours.” you say, handing it to her.

“Oh, it’s just some of my poetry I left lying around, that’s so embarrassing.”

I know, you think, you do that all the time.

“Did you read it?” She asks, hopefully.

“Nope.”

“Thank god, that would have been so embarrassing. My poetry is something really… deep, and personal to me.”

“Uh huh. Hey, I’m going to be doing a lot of self care this weekend, so-”

“Oh!” she interjects, eerily similar to Phoebe Buffay - you guess she’s been watching friends again - “I wanted to ask… is Leo coming over later?” Her voice is riddled with subtext, the expression on her face a little too invested in your answer.

“Uh, yeah. I told you the other day we’re spending the weekend together…��

She cuts you off again, a sudden, intense look on her face.

“When will he be here?”

You check your phone, scrolling through your recent texts.

“By 7 at the latest.” It’s around 6:40 now.

“Oh my god, I have to change,” she rushes back to her room, presumably digging through her recent additions to her closet.

You’re frozen for a minute after the interaction, left with a furrowed brow and the beginnings of a headache. You blink, then choose to reschedule processing why she feels the need to change for your boyfriend to a more convenient time. That’s enough of that for today. You don’t care what else happens, you’re not talking to anyone besides Leo for at least the rest of the day. You retreat to your room to finally shower and change into something comfy. As you pass by Isabella’s room, you hear her talking to Regan.

“...There’s something almost… supernatural about him.”

You bite back a laugh.

“Do you think he’s a…” Regan begins, ending the sentence with something too quiet to hear, but you’d bet almost any organ she said vampire.

So close. So, so close, and yet… here you are.

Not much later, Leo texts you to let you know he’s here. You read his text, and run out to hug him in the living room before even typing a reply. He picks you up, and spins you around. The embrace is warm and fulfilling and familiar, and you wish it would last forever.

“Hi, Sparky.” you murmur into his neck.

“Estrella…” he says, rocking you back and forth gently and pressing a kiss into your jawline, “I missed you so much.” He punctuates the sentence with another kiss, this one to your lips, and you smile more genuinely than you have all day. You’re about to agree when you remember the good news you’ve been saving to tell him in person.

“Guess what I got on sale for like, half off,” you start, excitedly, continuing at his invested expression, “the Assassin’s Creed bundle I showed you!”

“No way,” he starts, and you nod.

“I’ll go get everything set up, drinks are in the kitchen!” He watches you retreat into your room, disbelieving how he could possibly get someone as perfect as you to fall for him. He’s not going to question his luck. He grabs a couple caffeinated sparkling ices, and meets you in your room, setting down his bag and grabbing some comfy clothes to change into.

As you both get settled in, you fill each other in on all the ridiculous shit you’ve been through this week. You finally conclude the bizarre - yet somehow standard - Isabella escapades.

“So I will be avoiding all contact as much as possible,” you laugh.

“Yeah, no shit,” he agrees, “Consider me your human buffer.” You thank him, hugging him again and pressing a kiss to his lips.

The next couple hours are spent cuddling and finishing season 4 of Castlevania. Both reeling from the season finale, you agree this is a good place to take a break, get some food, and decide what game you should start with. It’s already 10pm, which most people would consider too late for dinner, but you have all weekend to fuck up your sleep schedules.

“Let’s review,” Isabella says, holding up two red lipsticks. She turns to Regan. “Which one?”

“That one,” Regan says, pointing to the one on the left, then turns to her list, and continues. “Here’s what we know; we’ve never seen him eat, and he never seems tired. He’s really smart-”

“Almost too smart,” Isabella adds, selecting black rose dangle earrings from her jewelry. Regan agrees, and continues.

“He’s almost hypnotically attractive, and his smile is a little too dazzling.”

“There’s something… supernatural about him. Like he’s not… all human.”

Regan writes this down.

“Plus he’s always wearing black and red, and those flowy button up shirts? It’s all adding up, Ree. That dream that someone was outside my window, the ring, everything…” She says, referencing the black and red cocktail ring she’d found with her stuff when she’d first moved, “I’m not saying it’s definite, just that… there’s a chance.”

“What about…” Regan says hesitantly, nodding toward your room.

“Please,” she scoffs, “he’s only with them to get close to me, like Damon and Caroline. Edward couldn’t have just approached Bella out of the blue, he had to infiltrate her friend group first, to seem less suspicious. Not to sound mean or anything, but they really don’t seem like the type someone… like him… would choose.” her voice gets dreamy when she mentions him.

In spite of having seen most mainstream vampire media almost as many times as Isabella, Regan still considers her the expert on these things, and decides not to point out that Edward didn’t infiltrate Bella’s friend group. Maybe it comes up in one of the retellings she hasn’t read yet.

“So, what now?”

Isabella sets down her lipstick, and turns to her friend.

“I tell him.”

Regan’s eyes widen.

“You’re going to tell him you know?”

“No… not yet. It’s too soon, we don’t have enough evidence. I’m going to tell him I know he’s in love with me, then once he’s secure in our relationship... we’ll see where it goes.”

She stands up, assessing herself in the mirror. She chose her outfit carefully; short red dress with black roses and black mesh collar, black rose bracelet to match her earrings, snug faux leather jacket, and black stiletto ankle booties with a very skinny heel, the zipper on the outside gold, not silver. She fluffs her wavy hair and turns towards the door. She looks back one more time, holding onto the doorway.

“Wish me luck.”

Leo enters the kitchen, seeing Isabella already there, leaning against the counter seductively. She’s wearing an outfit and jewelry this late at night that makes Leo wonder if she’s going to an emo tea party. He puts the takeout in the microwave. She’s still staring at him.

“Uh… hey.”

She lets out a dainty giggle, looking him up and down.

“... Hi.”

At a loss for words, and really wanting the awkward silence to be over, he continues, “Did you need something?”

“What I need,” she walks closer to him, tracing her finger over his collar, “is you.”

What the fuck?

His brain seems to stall for a moment, and she uses this opportunity to continue.

“I know why you’re here. I know that you’re only using them to get closer to me. I know-”

“Woah-”

“That you’re in love with me.”

Okay, double what the fuck.

She takes his stunned silence as shyness, and steps closer, putting her arms around his shoulders.

“You don’t need to play so coy, I-”

This time she’s the one that gets cut off. He grabs her arms and gently steps away, trying to make it abundantly clear that he’s not into this.

“Woah, okay, slow down. First of all, you’re 17 and I’m turning 20 in a couple months, so that’s a hard no. Second, I don’t know where you got this idea, but I am not dating them to get closer to you. We’ve known each other since we were like, 15, and have been through everything together. I’ve only known you for a couple months. I love them. Probably more than I’ve loved anything ever. I thought that was pretty obvious.”

He doesn’t want to be mean, he really doesn’t, but he can tell from the look on her face that she still thinks this is all part of some game.

“So why don’t I ever see you eat? Why are you so smart, and always up at night? I know what you are.”

He has to physically hold back a laugh. He takes a step back, and places his hands on the counter.

“Isabella, I have adhd. And I’m literally an engineering student. Why wouldn’t I be smart and have a shitty sleep schedule?”

She starts to protest, and he pulls out the reheated take out from the microwave.

“And for the record, I do eat.”

Exiting the kitchen quickly and retreating back to your room, he hands you your food.

“I got the game set up!” you say excitedly.

“Nice!”

You take one look at his face and can tell something happened. He sees this, and continues.

“I just had a very… interesting interaction with Isabella,” before he finishes the sentence, your head is already in your hands. You let out a groan.

“What did she do?” you mutter from behind your hands.

He pulls you into his lap, rubbing your back.

“I’m not totally sure,” you laugh, “but I think she thinks I’m secretly in love with her…” you’re both laughing before he can even finish the sentence.

“No…” you laugh, “no fucking way…”

“Believe me, I put an end to that as soon as it started.”

“Oh, I do.”

He runs his hand over your back, and you’re quiet for a moment.

“You know,” he continues, “I think getting our own place has definitely moved up the priority list.”

You couldn’t agree more.

#leo valdez x reader #leo x reader #leo valdez #leo valdez imagine #heroes of olympus #heroes of olympus x reader

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a shy, goth s/o who goes by they/them pronouns

requested by anon; HIII!! I recently started watching soul eater and i finallyyy found someone who writes for them so im reallllly exited!! So i wanted to request something!! Can you do like how Crona, Kid, Soul and Stein would be like in a relationship with a shy goth s/o who uses they/tem prounons (sometimes she). Also when they talk about the things they like they get superrr extroverted and could talk for hourss about it! Also would it heart to ask if you could make cronas a lil longer, they are my comfort character🤧Also wanted to ask if you did emergency requests! If you dont that’s totally fine!!

[a/n: thank you for this request, my lovely anon! It gave me the way to get back into a writing flow again. I quite enjoyed writing for these characters since I don’t get very many Soul Eater requests, as for emergency requests...go ahead and send them in but I apologize if I don’t get it done quickly, seeing as I’m not quite that active on here like I was before. for now, enjoy! - yours truly, bunnyy -`ღ´-]

- truthfully, i think he'd be a little confused at first

- about the whole pronouns thing

- despite being friends with Crona

- so, he'd approach Maka, Crona, and Subaki about it

- he'd be a little embarrassed because he mistakenly exposed his HUGE crush on you

- Subaki coos at him and thinks it's sweet

- Crona is glad to help, knowing that using they/them pronouns is still a foreign concept for some people

- Maka would definitely tease him but ultimately, she's glad he had asked for help

- after realizing that it was a rather simple concept to understand

- he'd get SOOO cocky

- he absolutely loves your style

- obviously thinks you're the coolest person to ever exist

- now the only thing in his way??

- your shyness

- he's only interacted with you a few times but because he tends to be a bit abrasive, you usually keep your distance

- the few times that Stein had called on you in class to answer a question was the most he's really heard you talk

- you were good friends with Kid though

- so you ended up hanging out with the group a lot

- he's seen how passionate you could get whilst talking about your hobbies or about things you liked to Kid or Liz

and Patty

- it made him a gajillion times more attracted to you

- after FINALLY gaining the courage to ask you out (you can thank Black Star for telling him that it wasn't cool to be such

a wimp)

- he'd be on cloud nine

- being in a relationship with Soul would be fun

- he'd be a little awkward at first but he'd soon ease into it

- he's really good at respecting your pronouns

- in the case that he slips up, which i don't really think he would, but if he does he'd feel absolutely terrible

- like he'd beat himself up so hard

- he would do anything to make it up to you

- 100% would cook you a super nice dinner as an apology

- if anybody ever made fun of your style or your pronouns, it's over for that person

- they'd have, not only Soul and Maka on their ass, but they'd have Black Star and Tsubaki, AND the literal son of the grim

reaper and his twin pistols

- overall, Soul would be such a sweetheart

- you make him so, so soft

- gosh i love him so much

- okay

- Kid is definitely somebody who would be up front with his feelings

- he knows about your use of different pronouns and he really admires your bravery to be so open about it

- i feel like he's definitely thought about going by he/they pronouns

- thinks it's absolutely adorable how shy you are

- despite being shy and closed off, he never overlooked you like some students or other staff

- he knows how clever you are

- don't even get me started on your style

- he love love loves your goth style

- especially when you wear anything with skulls on it

- when it comes to his feelings, Liz gets fed up with how ridiculous he's being

- she's watched him break down crying because the stripes on his head aren't symmetrical and someone as precious as you

would think he's trash

- which obviously isn't true

- he sees you out on the balcony, sat on the ledge and book in hand

- he's noticed you with it a lot but it's only the 1st book of a series

- he figures that maybe you just haven't had the chance to find the rest of them

- after some research, he finds that the series had been completed but because of the lack of readers, it was put out of

production and copies were pulled out of libraries and bookstores

- but alas, he had found one of the only complete series in existence in somewhat excellent condition

- it was quite expensive but that was really no problem

- he had wrapped up the set and had gifted them to you with a note and as you read the note, your cheeks burned

- he confessed his feelings

- the next day, you had approached him and thanked him for the gift as well as confessing your own feelings for him

- he thought the stuttering and flushed cheeks was adorable

- 100% the power couple at the DWMA

- sorry i don't make the rules

- Liz and Patty are definitely in love with you, especially with how versatile your fashion is

- Patty has definitely volunteered to paint your nails before

- MATCHING RINGS

- Kid definitely gets you a et of skull rings, just like his

- will go beast mode on anyone who makes fun of your style and/or use of pronouns

he's be such a gentleman and he practically worships the ground you walk on

- as he should

- Stein would be quite used to the use of they/them pronouns since he has students who go by them

- when there's word of a new teacher at DWMA who goes by they/them, he's quite intrigued

- so much so that he would volunteer to show you around the enormous school

- 10/10 falls in love with you instantly

- your shy demeanor is such a contrast to your style

- definitely lives for teasing you

- anything to make you stutter

- but he'd be very blunt about his feelings

- he makes sure that you're being respected by students and staff alike

- threatens anybody who doesn't

- he gets you some screw earrings or a necklace (if you don't have piercings)

- it's his way of making sure people know that you're his

- Stein would be an excellent significant other

- he's a bit more on the playful side so just always be prepared for cheeky remarks

- he doesn't mind your shyness at all

- since he doesn't really favor going out too much so most of your dates are in doors, his place or yours

- probably with a cup of coffee and a book

- he can be sweet when he wants to

- isn't really into pda but i wouldn't be too surprised if he had a moment of spontaneity and pull you into his arms and

kiss you passionately

- some students think it's romantic and others definitely tease the both of you

- since your social battery probably runs out pretty quick, he loves that it gives him an out from tiring staff get

togethers

- Death Scythe thinks it's absolutely HYSTERICAL to make fun of Stein's moments of softness

- but ultimately, he thinks the way Stein looks at you is sweet and makes him happy that his friend has found someone like

you

- cause you're the best

- duh

- his wardrobe has infinitely improved since the both of you got together

- all thanks to you

- overall 15/10 a good significant other

- ahh Crona, sweet sweet Crona

- they're the freaking cutest

- now i know that in the anime and manga, it's written that he uses he/him pronouns but it seem like on tumblr everyone has

just settled on using they/them instead because of Crona's androgynous style and frankly it's a bit of an unclear area

- so uhhh yeah, let's get started

- Crona would have trouble admitting that they had feelings for you, so they tries to hide it but alas, Maka had caught on

- it took Soul a bit longer to realize but he eventually did

- the group had caught on and thought it was adorable

- all of them had tried to help in any way they could

- but Crona just couldn't muster up the courage to tell you

- the both of you were quite shy so it was nearly impossible to get some type of interaction between the two of you

- Crona also really loved your style

- the both of you were similar in so many ways

- Black Star had actually been the one to let it slip that Crona had harbored some kind of affection for you

- Tsubaki had smacked him upside the head and chastised him since it wasn't his place to say anything

- but now that it was out in the open, it had given you the slight confidence boost you needed to confess

- but when you did, Crona just stood frozen, almost mortified by your words

- you took it as rejection and ran off into the woods surrounding the school campus

- Ragnarok had then made an appearance and started tugging at Crona's cheeks and telling them that they should go after you

- but of course, they hadn't

- instead, turning to Maka and Tsubaki for help

- the two had taken it upon themselves to look for you and clear up any misunderstandings

- the next day, Crona had approached you and apologized

- even though they're words were stuttered, you appreciated the gesture and asked Crona on a proper date

- they accepted before panicking because it had dawned on them that they had never been on a date before

- overall, Crona is such a sweet partner

- sure, a bit unexperienced but sweet nonetheless

- they try their best

- both of you have similar styles and everyone thinks the both of you are just the most adorable couple on campus

- Crona loved hearing you talk about the things you loved

- your eyes would sparkle and you'd move your hands so animatedly

- it's almost like you're a different person in that moment

- they just adored you

- they'd get upset if someone had disrespected your pronouns

- Ragnorak would definitely rage if someone disrespected you

- as much as he hated to admit it, he really really liked you

- mainly because you always carried sweets around for him

- ugh I just love Crona

#soul eater #soul eater x reader #soul eater evans x reader #death the kid x reader #professor stein x reader #crona gorgon x reader #crona x reader #x gn!reader #anon request #lovely anon #anon ask

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