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river13245 · 3 months

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They React To You Being Asexual

Dean, Sam, Castiel, Crowley, Rowena, Lucifer

(this is going to be a thing that I do regularly so request)

Dean Winchester

The both of you have been dating for almost a month now. You weren't oblivious to the fact that Dean was a very touchy guy. He would go to bars and pick up women all the time before you came around. Maybe that's why you had a pit in your stomach. You go to dean who was in the main room of the bunker and ask dean if you could talk to him in private.

He gets up and walks into your guys's room. "what's going on. Something happen?" he asks and you shake your head. "no not yet. Uh I just thought I should tell you something" He sits down on the bed and looks at you. :alright what's going on?" you take a deep breath in and speak all in one breath "Im asexual. I know that you like sex which is not a fault but I just know i'm not going to be able to give that to you"

He asks you to explain it to him and when you do he nods and its quiet for a moment before he speaks. "babe this isn't going to change anything between us. You don't want sex. that's fine i can take care of myself if i need to. Don't feel bad" when you sit beside him hs places his hand on your thigh and you rest your head on his shoulder.

Sam winchester

Your boyfriend was sitting on the bed reading when you entered the room. He looked so nice in the sweatshirt and sweatpants he was wearing. You were taking a moment to think about how you wanted to tell him that you were asexual.

Sam had never once made you feel as if you had to do anything you didn't want to do. If anything he was always cautious for first moves. your first kiss he leaned in slowly, making you close the gap. He also never really asked or initiated for the both of you to go any further beyond just kissing and cuddling. You had a feeling he knew which made you less nervous. "whets going on in that head of yours" he asks as he looks over at you.

You sit onto the bed beside him. "there's something I need to tell you" he puts his book down to give you his full attention before nodding. You take a breath before saying calmly "i'm asexual. I don't ever want to have sex with you. I should have told you sooner and i'm so sorry I didnt i was just waiting for the right time an-" You stop speaking because sam has placed both of his hands on the sides of your face and kisses your lips. "its okay honey, I have had a feeling that you might be and I still love you either way. Plus i have a lower sex drive than most people so you dont have to worry with me okay?" You nod and you cuddle up against him as he reads a little while longer.

Castiel

You were sitting on your bed just thinking about how you were to tell your boyfriend that you were asexual. Your boyfriend had never really said anything about wanting sex or anything like that but it still made you nervous. You knew Castiel wouldn't break up with you because of it. So once you calmed yourself down a bit you prayed for him. "castiel I need to speak with you"

Wasnt even 2 minutes later and hes standing in front of you. "Theres something on your mind?" he asks and you nod. "yes there is. I just needed to tell you that if we are going to continue our relationship..there will be no sexual acts. Kissing and everything is fine but just not sex."

He looks at you for a moment before he takes your hand in his "That is perfectly fine. Angels dont need to have sex." you lean in and kiss his cheek and hug him

Crowley

Crowley had been in one of his moods today. Your boyfriend was a very moody person. One thing could piss him off so because of this you were not looking forward to telling him about the fact that you are asexual. In fact you were thinking about not telling him. Not for a while anyways.

However when he walked into the room he could see the way you didnt come up to him to welcome him back like you always did. So he crossed his arms and looked at you. "what" you asked as you looked up at him. "What is going on? You arent acting normal" this caused you to roll your eyes at him. "when have I ever been normal" he shrugs but doesn't say anything else which makes you sigh.

You laid down onto the big bed you two shared. "Crowley I am asexual. That's why I haven't made a move to do anything more than kissing" He uncrossed his arms and lays down beside you. "really that's what's got you so weird?" nodding in response he rolls his eyes. "I'm a demon and have lived much longer than you have. You being asexual is the least of my problems. I want to be with you either way"

Rowena

Rowena was doing some of her witchy stuff looking beautiful while she focused. You knew you shouldn't interrupt her but this was eating you alive. Your friends had been talking about their partners and how they were great in bed and everything else. You loved your friends of course but its started to eat away at you. That you couldnt and wouldnt give that to Rowena.

She was a woman and many women want that part of the relationship. That kind if intimacy and you were feeling awful about it. Rowena deserved an explanation so before you could talk yourself out of it you walked up to the table and took a seat. "Rowena Love" She looked up at you and when she noticed how you looked she stopped what she was doing. "what's wrong dear"

You let out a long sigh before explaining to her about what you and your friends were talking about and then you pause for a moment before speaking again. "I know that you probably want that and I cant give it to you. How could you possibly be happy like this" She places both her hands on the sides of your cheeks and kisses your forehead then your lips. "I am happy with you. There has not been a moment where I doubted us or my feelings for you. You are the one that I want to be with for the rest of our time here" She pulls you into a soft hug

Lucifer

You had just walked back into your home and Your partner was sitting on his chair that he had claimed as like his "throne". He had been talking to a few other demons that worked for him and so you tried to walk quickly past them but he made you stop. "where do you think your going?" he wasn't angry he was just confused because you usually greet him when you come back home. You look at him "i'm going to our bedroom"

He could tell by the tone of your voice and your body language that something was wrong. So he quickly made the demons leave before turning to look back at you. "come here" you walked closer to him and he looked at you sitting up more on his chair. "what happened while you were out?" He was very protective over you and it was written all over his face. You knew he was going to find out anyways so you begin to tell him.

You tell him about how your friends were asking about how you and your boyfriend was. Asking how the sex is going etc etc. Lucifer nodded and was actually letting you finish speaking. "when I told them that. We don't have sex because i'm asexual they started judging me and everything." He almost speaks up but you cut him off "why do you stay with me. Lucifer I know that you have had many demons and even other angels in your bed before. Why stay with the one who cant give you what you need"

Lucifer looks at you as if you just said something in a language he didn't understand. He uses his power to bring you closer to him and then he stops and holds his arms out for you. Silently telling you to sit with him and so you do. You sit on his lap and rest your head on his shoulder. "I may have had others share a bed with me. But none of them have had such a emotional hold on me before. You are the one that i fell in love with. Don't ever doubt me or my feelings towards you." he says the last part with such a serious tone and all you can do is nod and let him hold you.

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acowardinmordor · 1 year

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Thank christ everyone in Hawkins already thought he was a freak. Freezing mid-word in a monologue while the memory of his own failing pulse faded from his ears was exactly as weird as the fact that he was delivering the monologue from on top of a cafeteria table. The students who were ignoring him continued ignoring him. The ones paying attention waited for whatever dramatic continuation he’d have after a pause.

Eddie waited on the table, staring across the room to look at Chrissy Cunningham for a few seconds, then hopped down, speech abandoned, with scattered jokes in the room around him.

“Henderson,” he snapped as a summons, then headed for the exit.

“What was that dude? You were just getting going.”

“No talking.” He spun, holding up a finger dramatically. “Come with me, I need your brain.”

“In a zombie way or in a Dustin is Always Smarter than Me way?”

That didn’t get an answer, and Eddie didn’t speak again until he got to storage room off the stage, flipping on the red gelled lights, and closing the door.

“Alriiiiight. Ed, this is getting super weird now. You planning on explaining why I don’t get to finish lunch? You gonna talk before I miss class? I know you don’t care, but I actually go to my classes, it makes it much easier to pass them you know?”

Unusually still, Eddie slumped against the wall, and fiddled with his rings.

“Do you think if Frodo knew what it was going to cost to destroy the ring -- Before it started and Gandalf showed up. Like. If Frodo knew that it was -- Or, no, wait, if Sam knew what was going to happen, do you think he could have stopped it? Everything that went wrong?”

“Uhhhh. What? This is why we’re here? To talk about Lord of the Rings?”

“Just do your thing, Dusty-buns. Be the smart kid in the room. If Sam knew what was coming, could he have made it better?”

“Okay, you gotta stop getting high during school, dude, but sure, I can indulge your random thought exercise for a minute. I think if Sam knew what was coming, he wouldn’t have let Frodo leave the Shire. No hobbits in the Fellowship at all.”

Eddie winced. “Yeah, probably true. Sam was the smart one. But say he didn’t... run away. Say he wasn’t a coward about it. Could he fix things if he knew about stuff, or would trying make it worse?”

“Eddie,” Dustin prodded suspiciously, “Did you actually read your homework about Oedipus and now you’re trying to make it about a book you like? Wait. Are you trying to make me do your homework for you?”

“Just answer it, you brat. If he could change things, does he go all out? Explain it to Gandalf from the beginning? Make sure they skip Moria? Does he wait until the last minute so things don’t do the butterfly thing and he has more control to help? Does he practice with a sword or fight the barrow wights or make Elrond send Glorfindel with them? What would he -- what should he do? If he knew what was coming.”

An eye roll. Christ, the attitude on this kid.

“Dude, you’re weird today. This is for the campaign, isn't it? Great. But you know I’m going to figure out your surprise early because of this, and it’s going to ruin it for me. So you owe me big time. I want to roll with advantage the entire session today.”

Dustin paused to think, but the response came fast enough that he must have thought about it before.

“Your question doesn't really matter. If Sam knew what was coming for some reason, before it all started, then he already changed everything. It doesn’t matter if he wants to be subtle. He already started the butterfly effect. Just knowing it’s coming would make it all different even if he didn’t mean to change things. Sam would trust Strider sooner. He’d try to keep them safe in the Barrow Downs. Or, I don’t know man, he’d pack extra waterskins to make it easier to get across Mordor and that would slow him down and get him killed before they left the Shire.

“Or the other option: it’s like Oedipus, and everything he does to save them ends up changing nothing. Fate and shit. But you asked about what he should do, dude, so. That’s an easy answer. He has to try. No choice. Either he can make things better or he can't. But he has to try. Spiderman and Uncle Ben, that’s the answer to this ridiculous scenario,” Dustin finished with a shrug.

“That was talking about having super powers.”

“Uncle Ben was talking about everything. With great power…”

“Comes great responsibility,” Eddie finished.

“And knowledge is power. No choice.”

“So Sam Gamgee should just yell fuck it, and go all out, huh?” Eddie muttered, flopping himself into a sprawl over a musty chair.

“You really gotta stop getting high in the bathroom during second period, man.”

The red gel over the lights was to stop spill during shows. One of the bulbs was dying, and making the glow flicker a bit. Not lightning, no switch to creepy blue-grey in between, no bats screeching or flecks of death lingering in the air. A reminder though. Enough of one.

Dustin glanced at the flicker, and the flinch Eddie would have ignored a week ago made sense now that Eddie knew what could follow. The exasperated look, and the bit of indulgence as he let Eddie have his dramatics made the memory -- Memory? Vision? Prophecy? -- of Dustin sobbing above him a sharper contrast.

“You done?” Dustin asked, “cause I’m still hungry.”

Standing up, cracking his knuckles against his jaw, Eddie snagged the kid into a tight hug. “Ah my good young adventurer,” he said as he pulled away to hold him by the shoulders, “We’re just getting started.”

Pretending to be normal and giving a performance made his skin crawl, so he went back to a serious expression.

“Okay dude, seriously, what is wrong with you today?”

Christ, Dustin was going to be insufferable when he found out that he was Eddie’s first choice when he had a life altering crisis over a shift in his understanding of the universe. That he was where he went for advice. And that Eddie followed his advice. He was going to be awful, and Eddie really hoped he'd be around to suffer through it.

“Go tell Hellfire that tonight’s session is canceled.”

“What!?”

“Then grab Robin and find out if Steve is at work today.”

“WHAT? You don’t even like--”

“Then get your radio, get the rest of the party, and definitely get Max. We’re all ditching out the rest of the day. Meet me at my van. Nancy can take some of you. I’ll get the rest.”

“...Eddie?” Dustin’s voice wobbled a bit that time. He was starting to put it together.

“Yeah, man,” Eddie confirmed on a loud exhale. “I’ve gotta go talk to a cheerleader and try not to get punched because of it. You gotta get the others.”

“Eddie,” the plea, the denial in his voice was fucking painful.

“Sorry, buddy. It’s Code Red.”

Part Two>>

On Ao3

#eddie munson #time travel fix it #at least this one'll stay a ficlet #flip the board

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dazyskiie-luv · 7 months

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Overblot mc/yuu but...????

TW — mention of vomiting, fighting Crowley and winning (sorry Crowley lovers), past death. I like thinking a lot tbh

not necessarily angst but it is in here! Same with fluff...this was really just me rambling.

* EDIT: WHY DID IT TAKE HOURS UNTIL I FINALLY GOT TOLD I WAS WRITING OVERBLOT WRONG.

I think about MC overbloting a lot and I also think about adding it into my own books because of how??? good??? the idea???? is???????

I genuinely imagine that even from the start MC was in danger of overbloting themself, with the stress and despair of finding out they aren't in THEIR world, away from their (family and/or friends) with possibly NO WAY BACK EVER because of some egocentric crow refusing to do more than he wants to???????

They would obviously be hella upset, stressed, depressed, anxious, etc because they know NOTHING of this world and is practically a BABY among people who lived here THEIR WHOLE LIFE.

So as more overblots happen, the more their OWN overblot is brewing. Bubbling, waiting to enter the game. Especially with the magic always getting slashed onto them. I think the only reason why they HAVEN'T overbloted just yet is because of grim

a more personal headcanon; Grim's fire, when you have a close bond with him, sorta starts erasing your blot and fueling HIS flames, making it more powerful. Essentially, think of when you're close friends with someone... you'll find it easier to fight for them right?? like you have more power to do that??? that's what its like

Now think of when MC is just TOO deep in their mind, TOO deep into their emotions and its the ONE TIME grim isn't there to help. They go to throw up blot and after panicking for a bit they just accept it. They accept that "I'm gonna overblot and probably die" because they're just too tired to worry abt themself

They don't tell anyone and since the overblot is already taking over the entire inside of their body, grims flames can't really???? get it all???? It'll always be there and it'll continue to grow and slowly grim notices that when he's feeling more powerful than ever while MC is showing obvious signs of getting ready to overblot

Grim choosing not to say anything to other people would be like... i guess out of character but at the same time i think In character????? He knows how tired MC is with dealing with everyone and honestly he's tired of it too so YASSS SLAY HENCH-BESTIEEE!!!!!

Sooner or later the others would notice too and it would be a little late to help MC since the overblot is already seeping out of their skin like they're crying. and honestly? their body IS crying. it's crying blot. And even as everyone is screaming and panicking about MC, they're just... sitting there.

Like they're annoyed everyone is making a big deal out of it considering no one cared before, and they're just like "stfu we're in class" and then focus on the teacher going "u can continue im sorry abt that."

And everyone is just??? confused?? because why aren't they going haywire or like.....???? idk..... crying in pain....????? what...........

MC just chilling the entire day while overbloting, even their overblot monster just floating behind them in peace and waving at times when people look for too long while everyone else is wary and giving them (+ grim who's always in MC's hold) a bunch of space while the teachers and dormleaders have their pens/wands/wtvr thr fuck at command just incase

but then everyone just realizes that??? MC isn't gonna???? do anything?????? and it kinda irritates them because why aren't you doing shit its freaking them out.

And lets say,,, ortho... as discreetly as he can... scans you. And it shows that you're perfectly fine??? like you aren't dying or in pain. It even shows the Blot monster being alright too like its just a guy standing there.

And now the confusion is up to 100 because WHAT????

MC and the Blot [+ Grim] just doing their everyday assignments and eating in the cafeteria with their friends being visibly tense and MC just raises an eyebrow like "whats wrong with yall tf" before continuing to absolutely DEMOLISH a burger they got for free. FREE!!! best day ever fr they'll tell you that much

I feel like the Blot would get sorta aggressive/protective when it comes to people who has like hurt MC to the point they had to take a nurse visit (half of the school but its alr we gang fr) but when it comes to crowley....??? They'll see the FULL POWER of a magicless blot monster which is actually more terrifying than the others.

The blot going hulk on crowley is so funny to imagine for me cause he'd just be running away and suddenly gets smashed into a pillar from a literal stomp. just one. and it was relatively weak compared to the Blot AND MC picking up and swinging that SAME PILLAR to smash it into crowley.

All that anger and other negative emotion finally coming out the SECOND they even so as HEAR that crows heartbeat nearby. It gave everyone whiplash but then again they also all collectively thought that he deserved it considering he hasn't truly done anything to HELP the students but just to HELP the schools reputation.

I'm half certain a student died there and he just covered it up and they turned into a ghost that haunts places. (i mean... look at the three ghosts in Ramshackle. they used to be students there I'm pretty sure????? i forgot.)

As MC is beating the DOG SHIT out of crowley the Blot is just cleaning everything up slowly because they realized that they dirted up the place :( and when MC is done they help too as the teachers all circle around a throughly beaten and bruised Crowley who has blood seeping out of his mouth while being half awake.

Of course they help him don't die because they honestly don't want the one helpful person to go to the equivalent of jail in twisted wonderland for committing murder and ykw thats so real.

I feel like as Mc stays in this overblot form everyone thats close-ish to them gets memories of things that's happened to them in the past like how MC did. But it's worse. I want an mc thats traumatized im sorry and i want it to be worse than what half of these guys went through.

I need them to feel guilty even more. Like. "Oh my god I really said that when— holy shit" FEEL BAD!!!!! Grim would already know their past because I know I would be cuddling into Grim's stomach and crying about everything.

When Mc finally stops "Overbloting", the Blot would still be there but as its own person :D How does this work????? it works bc I said it does.

The Blot™ would help MC a lot and vice versa, basically acting like parents now with how worried they get over everyone and the other. Grim is eating the attention up though as both Mc and The Blot cuddle as therapy (and bc they wanna)

Everyone (especially idia) would need time to like... get used to that because there's "NO FUCKING RECORD OF AN OVERBLOT BECOMING ITS OWN PERSON AND BEING....NICE?????"(shrouds words not mine ong) and when they do get used to it its like everyone is genuinely happier because! gasp! they are!!!

kick the crow out the seat. Both the Blot and Mc are the new headmaster contrary to the students voting them when Crowley got demoted from it.

I also feel like....??? Instead of MC goinf back home cause they realize just how BAD it was back home, they choose to have a bridge between both realities so that its their (friends and/or families) choice on if they want to be with them in twisted wonderland or not.

MC & Blot beating the shit outta Crowley as everyone watches (and cheers)

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barcalover86 · 4 months

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End of beginning

A never-ending friendship

Book

Chapter three

"Y/n, it's not good. It's not good at all."

"What happened??"

When you saw the picture from Bia's phone, your heart shattered. It can't be.

"I hate these gossips. They don't even know the truth, and now they are assuming things"

What was truly happening, it was that some stupid people took pictures and videos of you and Gavi while you were giving each other's instas. It also captured a moment when he hugged you, seeing how big his smile was, even after Barca lost badly that night.

People were assuming that you were his crush, and that didn't make you happy.

You saw exactly the same day that he was texting a girl saying those 3 words (I love you) and if he would see the new gossip about him, which he will sooner or later, will make him angry. Really angry.

Like, let's be real. You would also feel the same way if you had a boyfriend and people were thinking that you are into some other boy.

"Bia, I feel so bad. I'm sure the girl hates me and maybe they'll break up because of me!"

"Don't overreact, maybe they won't see it."

"It's all over the Internet. It's kinda impossible not to see."

You sighed, thinking what could you do now to repair things.

"And to be honest with you, here it's not your fault at all. You didn't do anything to him."

"No, just randomly gave him my insta. How could I do this to some boy that has a girl at home!?"

You were utterly shocked by your action.

"But just give it a thought, y/n. He asked for your insta, and he seemed pretty.. in love when he was around-"

"Bia, stop! He isn't in love with me! How many times do I have to tell you that-"

"He wrote a girl that he loves her, I got it. But maybe you saw wrong??"

"How could I? He was literally right in front of me."

"Maybe you got all shy and-"

"I'm not stupid, ok? I know what I saw yesterday."

After a moment of silence, Bia speaks up.

"He still has your insta. Maybe he'll text you??"

You rolled your eyes.

"I'm sure that after today, he won't do it ever again. And I'm sure he won't look after me at Camp Nou."

"Y/n.. I still think you are overreacting everything. Let's see how things go. Slowly and natural. You are already lucky that you had the chance to stay this much with him. And people are just jealous of you. My girl is really pretty. "

"Thank you, Bia."

..................................................................................

Days have passed, and all you did was walk around new places from Barcelona. Every dinner you spend at your new friends' restaurant, and they also told you that you are overthinking too much.

Their encouraging helped you a lot, but you were still waiting for his text.

And it wasn't showing up.

Maybe you are right and he is mad at you.

Now, the El Clasico game had come, and you were all ready in your hotel room to start wach the game.

You were wearing Gavi's jersey. You thought that maybe it'll bring him good luck. Which after a loss, Barcelona needed.

And it really helped them.

Barca was winning already since the first half with 2-0. The game ended with another goal from Lewandowski and one from Vinicius.

So 3-1, was a great win.

You all celebrated, drinking champagne like it was new year's eve, but you couldn't care less more.

This night, you'll have fun.

At least it'll help go away the shame that was created at the game against Getafe.

But you drank way more than you should, and without being aware, you sent Gavi a photo of you in his jersey with a cup of champagne in your hands.

And then you fell asleep, waking up the next morning with the biggest headache ever.

And also with 2 missed messages from Pablo Gavi.

A photo and a text.

Fucking hell..

#fc barca #fc barcelona #football #pablo gavi #pablo gavira #pablo martín páez gavira #gavi #gavi imagine #gavi x reader #gavi x yn #gavi x you #pablo gavi x reader #pablo gavi imagine #pablo gavi x y/n #pablo gavi x you

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marivoid · 5 days

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Entry 35

Day 228

After I spent a few hours walking the streets of the revived city, my attention had been drawn to an odd store.

"Pearl's Emperium Of Endless Knick-Knacks"

I like knick-knacks. And I was sure at the time Brian would like something shiny as well. (Birds do like shiny things after all with how often they crash into glass to get said shiny thing.) So I went inside!

And oh. Oh my goodness. The way I could write a whole novel about this place. It's just... Breathtaking. Walls that seem to never end, filled with all sorts of items that one couldn't find just wandering about. No, these items had to be discovered through intensive searching and scavenging. Hell, there was a whole section dedicated to books BEFORE the Crash!

(Even as I'm making this entry it still shocks me. How did they even manage to save those books?? From what the G.U.I.D.Es had to say, most were destroyed from the Meteor!)

Brian and I spent a decent hour just getting lost in the place. Could you blame us? The place was never ending! I even snagged a few items for myself (and Brian, by demand of loud caws and angry pokes.)

It was right around there when an arm threw itself around my shoulder and yanked me down.

"Jimmy! You shoulda told me you were comin' early! I would've been down here a lot sooner! Goodness you've gone and grown a couple inches! And befriending Brian, that's one skilled move right there-"

"Uhm... I'm not. I'm not Jimmy."

That poor woman jumped away from me like she had just touched acid. And I had gotten a look at her. She was... Definitely something I'd yet to see (Not all that shocking these days. May as well see somebody new every other day!)

The entire left side of her face was covered by a large, moon-shaped panel that had a bright red eye. The other side of her face was more human, tanned skin with freckles and a natural blue eye. Something odd yet... Not the oddest I've seen. Her outfit was also something nostalgic. An old postman's shirt, dirt stained overalls (-At least I hoped it was dirt as of writing this. Maybe not-) covered in hand-stitched sunflowers and a hooded cloak that seemed to be made up of a few different fabrics. Definitely... Odd. But somewhat refreshing to see.

"Sorry! You look a lot like my friend! Really sorry about that!" Her face was a comical shade of red when she extended her arm out to me. "Let's try this again, shall we mate? I'm Pearl! Pearlescent Moon! Proud owner of this Imperium you see before your very eyes! I hope you're enjoyin' it!"

She was a very cheerful spirit. And even I can admit now that her smile was infectious. "67." Her hand was rather cold when I shook it. "I'm enjoying it." A peck. "We. We are enjoying it. Lots of stuff to be found in such a huge place like this. I mean, three floors of just different items? Goodness!"

"Well isn't that an odd name for yourself? 67? Naming yourself after a number. New one on me... But yes! Either that or the CPCs bring all sorts of goodies for me to stock the shelves with!"

Another term I was rather unfamiliar with. "CPC?"

"Canaries, Parrots and Crows! You really do know nothing about the Crashlands do ya?"

"I-I would beg to differ." Did I stick out like a sore thumb back then? Yes. Do I still stick out like a sore thumb as of now? Yep. But to admit that in front of this Pearl woman? Nope. Not gonna happen.

"Uh huh. Anyways, I should get going and leave you be! I have a friend I'm waiting on!"

"Jimmy, I assume?"

Another nod tossed my way. "Jimmy. He's the Canary of the CPC. Lives here a lot with his body guard!"

That caught my interest back then. I look back at it now and wish I'd never even asked. "Who's his bodyguard? Are they hiring, perhaps?"

"Well his body guard is unofficial- We just call-"

"PEAAARL!"

A flash of yellow feathers and blue cloth whizzed past me. It tackled Pearl into the ground and only then did it click. "Ohhh. That's Jimmy."

"Yep-"

"You two were talking about me?!" His voice was much higher pitched than my own (I can still hear it now, screaming in my ears.) as he ranted on about how "I've told you that I've been busy..." Or something along those lines. I was a bit too busy staring at the person standing in the midst of the chaos.

Somebody I thought was dead.

The same man that I shared my first kiss with.

The same, freckled faced, blue haired male that used to make a fuss over my hair looking somewhat decent in the morning.

Scott.

#hermitblr #hermitcraft #the crash #hermitaday #the void speaks #pearlescentmoon #jimmy solidarity #solidaritygaming #scott smajor #dangthatsalongname #smajor1995 #martyn itlw #martyn inthelittlewood

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lowkeyorloki · 1 month

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I have been missing asis loki more than a tad.

Possible melancholic moments (for him):

Finding out sweetheart isn't pregnant (I feel like he was a bit hopeful)?

The whole Nat situation (especially when it came to light).

Dealing with Narvi's questions after the break(up). I know Narvi missed her loads and that Loki had maybe started to (or did?) see her as a mother to Narvi by then.

I would happily devour anything asis related. I have considered getting it printed but I am worried you might add something new that I wish I could have put it the book too. If it's okay with you, of course?

Hey there anon! I understand missing the fic. It's quite nostalgic for me, as it spanned almost my entire collegiate career. Before I respond to the meat of your message, let me just say: YES OFC YOU CAN PRINT IT!! I don't think I'll add anything to asis, but I do want to revise it a bit more. I have no clue when I'll do that though, so I wouldn't wait or anything. Also... if you print it, remember my beta made a cover for the fic. Also also,,, I would love a copy 🥺🥺🥺

Anyway, onto your actual ask!

Finding out sweetheart wasn't pregnant was a very bittersweet moment for Loki. Loki loves sweetheart, and he knew even at that time that he would want to have kids with her. Meeting sweetheart made Loki ponder over everything he had given up hope for: marriage, a partner, more kids, etc. etc. When it became clear she may be pregnant, it made Loki realize he not only wanted kids, but he wanted them sooner than later due to Narvi's age.

Realistically, Loki knew it was selfish of him to want sweetheart to be pregnant. He also knew - especially after her reaction to possibily being pregnant and the whole breakup situation - that maturity-wise, she wasn't ready. Still, when she told him she wasn't pregnant, it was definitely hard for him to hear. He chose his words very carefully in that moment; recall he said "I'm happy for you. I know that's what you wanted."

In terms of the Nat situation, Loki found it unfortunate, but he didn't ultimately care outside of its effect on sweetheart. He was concerned that she was losing her best friend, but to Loki, who has only had himself, Thor + Jane, and Narvi, it may not have registered as big a deal as it should. Loki was completely fulfilled once sweetheart stumbled into his life, and so I think in a way, he subconsciously assumed it would be the same for her.

On top of that, while Loki can objectively understand he was wrong in the Clint situation (that was how I weaved his status as a villain into asis - I wanted to incorporate all aspects of his character), he made it very clear he didn't regret it. Because what happened with Nat is an offshoot of the Clint thing, Loki would have been even more apathetic to the whole thing. Both Loki and Nat have a bitterness towards each other from that, and it's a bitterness neither could fully ignore for the sake of their relationship with you.

Finally, as we saw in the Loki chapter, Narvi doesn't ask much about you/sweetheart. He simply tells Loki he misses sweetheart. Loki mentions the fact that sweetheart was a mother figure to Narvi during their breakup and the months after. Basically, Loki shut down anytime Narvi mentioned her. We saw him delve back into bad habits (such as the drinking of copious amounts of wine, or not eating) in the months they weren't together, and commiserate in general. I think in this time, Loki provided very little information to Narvi (which we saw him totally beat himself up over in the chapter he narrated). It was hard for both of them. Loki's response to devastating situations is definitely avoidance, and I think that carried over to any of Narvi's questions.

Let me know what you think of all this! Thank you for the ask and your compliments. Ily very muchhhhhhh 🫶

#ask #asis #a study in suit #asis spoilers

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Can I ask you a question? My therapist tried to reassure me that things tend to get better for ppl with BPD when they are in their 30s, but I'm 19 right now and it feels horrible, and that is so far away to hurt so much, how did you manage to get through it? I'm trying so hard and it feels like everything sucks anyways, especially because I'm physically disabled too :(

I didn't have some major break through, or life changing thought process that fixed things for me.

I held on to little things until I was ready to try and recover.

It was little things like when I'd have suicidal thoughts, I'd tell myself things like "my dog won't understand why I don't come home". I'd remind myself of the new season of my show I wanted to see. I'd find little things to look forward to.

Overall, I'd tell myself "you can kill yourself any time. It doesn't have to be now. Why not stick it out and reassess later? What is there to lose by trying?" People have definitely expressed a dislike for that train of though of mine but it worked for me.

I also want to say that while a lot of people experience things getting better in their 30's, that isn't always the case. Maybe she was trying to reassure you that it wouldn't always feel this way and not set you up for unrealistic expectations. But I can understand why it feels discouraging and I think she should have approached that better with you.

For me, things started getting better a lot sooner. I started managing my symptoms bit by bit. Things like finding skills for working on my harmful urges (these usually led to my friendships failing which just added to my hurt at the time) or finding ways to self soothe and cope made it all suck a little less in the moment. I focused on the good. A lack of emotional permanence can make that hard because when it feels bad it feels like everything is bad. But I'd focus on little things like "oh, a book I'm excited for is coming out" or "I can't wait to go cuddle my dog". I intentionally had to walk myself through and do these things, but I realized at some point that they come more naturally to me now.

I didn't focus on a big goal. I just focused on working on little things and over time I realized that I was doing so much better. I think one important thing to remember is it doesn't happen overnight. And I don't say this to be discouraging but to be encouraging. What I mean by this is you aren't just magically better one day. It's a gradual thing and isn't always linear. This means that it likely won't hurt to this intensity the entire time you're trying to get through things. ( I noticed at some point that while I still had bad days, they were usually less severe and less frequent). And maybe it'll feel more manageable a lot earlier than you expect.

#sorry #this is all over the place #april answers #tw suicide #also just letting you all know #this isn't at this anon specifically #that i do have an advice blog #it's pinned in my pinned post #and it's where i prefer to get asks

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shine-of-aldhani · 2 years

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WARNING, spoilers Ep10 ahead

I thought something horrendous happened, and then watched the episode and? It? Was? Sad, yes. Uncomfortable to watch? Yup. Realistic and messy and unpleasant depiction of varying degrees of animalistic rage from people suddenly put through the grinder? Absolutely.

Rhaenys: they are coming for you and your children. You should maybe abandon Dragonstone at once.

Rhaenyra: goes into labor right there.

Daemon: checks garrison, organises outlook posts, mentions that they are undermanned and how they should at least attempt to appear strong, sends a dragon skywards in fear enemy dragons might come, thinks to check the loyalty of the Kingsguard. Listens to her cries, all the while doing his stuff. When all is done, comes to Rhaenyra (it's too late). Grieves. Is with her at the funeral. Crowns her.

People panicking left and right: He didn't SuPporT hEr.

No. He didn't. He secured their castle on the very real assumption that they could be attacked any moment. That's a realistic depiction of what would normally happen in such a situation and a realistic depiction of Daemon in particular. He would see securing the castle as way more useful than being emotionally supportive of his wife. Come on.

The council: gathers

Rhaenyra: talks.

Daemon: is literally vibrating in his skin... yet still waiting for her to ask every pertinent question before giving her the answer.

Panicked viewers: He Was UnDerMinIng Her.

No? He was doing his damned best? His best isn't very good, but that is a known fact? I truly loved the first meeting? He was acting like a teacher's pet dying to be questioned and to show how ready he is? Like a hound tearing at the leash? Like she asked about the state of their garrison and he started answering before the question ended, talking at a speed we've never seen from him before? But he waited for her command each time? Like, what did you realistically expect, Daemon being calm and reasonable?

Otto: exists.

Daemon: is mouthy and Dark Sister happy.

Rhaenyra: tell him to stand down.

Daemon: stands down.

People: He WaS UndErmInIng Her.

My sisters in Seven, this man has no self control at the best of times. Here, he's convinced these people killed Viserys. He has hated Otto his entire life. He has just cremated his daughter. His brother's throne has been usurped and he's fully expecting to be attacked at any moment. And Rhaenyra looks at a fucking book page and starts to forget what she'd spent 20 years pursuing and preparing for. It's a fucking miracle Otto is still alive.

Second council: gathers.

Rhaenyra: wants to maybe accept terms.

Daemon: unravels.

OK, I'm with y'all here, this is absolutely bad and the entire scene just was bad per se. Now, the entire episode was leading to him screwing up under pressure, it was a given because it was always going to be too much of an offence from people he hated too much, and not being allowed to act the way he wanted because he's suddenly answerable to the Queen was never going to be without consequence. Rhaenyra said right in the beginning that he'd go mad, and she knew him best. She actually sent Jace after him because she expected Daemon to start the war without her (didn't happen). It's hardly a commentary on their relationship, more of a "multiple brave attempts at bottling the rage were made, but ultimately, in the face of escalating stakes and piling up tragedies, were unsuccessful". That said, the entire scene was kind of badly thought out. I'd sooner believe Daemon would openly defy Rhaenyra's orders than him kinda sorta threaten her but not really and then leave?

Anyway...

Show: makes a point to have Rhaenys scold Corlys for abandoning her, remind him that they're both hurting. Hmmm... Something something parallels something.

Rhaenyra: actually goes on to plan a war? Thank you 14 flames of Valyria, because just accepting the terms and sending her sons to be "wards" (read: prisoners) of her enemies would be a wildly stupid decision. Is shown to be too naive, sadly. Reminding the Baratheons of their oath wasn't the power move she expected it to be.

Daemon: makes himself useful? In the only way he knows how? In the middle of the mess? With everything collapsing and war unfolding? 2/10 you screwed up and aren't out of the doghouse by a long shot but a small attempt was made to shield Rhaenyra from the rest of the council and to just be at her side? OK maybe 2/10 is generous, 1.5/10 is more like it.

TLDR: my expectations of this man were realistic (read: low where violence and high emotional pressure are concerned) and there was always going to be a fuckup from him somewhere. It's the thing about burning - Sometimes It Actually Burns. Daemon and Rhaenyra aren't a lovey dovey couple, they are two fucking dragons that are being caged and threatened with spikes. There will be blood.

#spoilers #hotd #daemon targaryen #house of the dragon #rhaenyra targaryen

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pancakexspacexdragon · 10 months

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Young Seraphina - Part 4 (Remastered)

WARNING: Strong Language and abuse.

I sat in the back of the bus, keeping my hood over my bloodshot eyes as I listened to my music. I tried to blend into the bus; as soon as someone noticed me, it was only a matter of time before the police escorted me back to the school. I'd only been moved to the alternative campus a couple of weeks ago, but I was already on a first-name basis with most correctional officers. I hummed along to my tunes, carefully paying attention to the movement of the bus and its people. "Stop 21: Medical Center," the bus roared to a halt as I quickly began my journey to the front of the bus. I tipped the driver and stumbled out, blinking at the bright sun. I walked into my mom's building - reading the familiar worn-down signs that were no doubt older than myself. I walked over to the front counter, careful not to interrupt the lady working on whatever it was on her computer behind the counter. "Hello, and welcome to Mercy Regional Medical Center," the lady replied, not looking up from her computer, "are you here for an appointment or a visit." "Uh, hi. I was wondering if Dr. Ares was available right now?" I started, sounding much more confident than I felt, "I need to speak to her." "Dr. Ares is booked for today, but I can schedule you for an appointment if you'd like." "Oh no, I don't need an appointment. I need to talk to her about something else." "We don't allow walk-ins, ma'am. This is a hospital -" "It's an emergency. About her daughter." The woman rolled her eyes and sighed; she didn't have time to deal with this. "Please take a seat. I'll let her know you're here as soon as she's finished with this next patient." I knew she was only saying this to get me out of her way, but I sat down anyway, pulling out my phone. "Mom," I began my message, "We need to talk. I'm tired of this bullshit. I need answers, and I'm not coming home until you give them to me." I continued to look through my phone, impatiently waiting for her mom's reply. I knew Mondays were her busiest days, but glancing at the time suggested that she'd be heading to lunch any moment. I suddenly realized how tired I was, but no sooner than when my eyes fluttered shut did I hear the familiar sound of my mother's footsteps. "SERAPHINA AVITA ARES, WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN? WE HAVE BEEN WORRIED SICK YOU'RE LUCKY WE DIDN'T CALL THE POLICE. WHY AREN'T YOU AT SCHOOL? YOU COULD GET EXPELLED; YOU KNOW WE CAN'T AFFORD TO -" I rolled my eyes and got up. "Look, Mom, if you're just gonna yell at me, I'll just walk out this door and leave, and I'll make damn sure you and, whatever he is, never see me again, so I'd suggest you stop treating me like I'm some child and fucking calm down." My mom froze and, taking a deep breath, motioned for me to follow her into the back. Once they were safely out of the public eye, I turned to my mom, expecting more yelling. I wasn't, however, expecting her to slap me across the face. The feeling took me by surprise, but before I could process what was happening, I could feel my body shoving Mom against the office door, screaming for answers. "After all these years, you will tell me it's all been a lie? That everything I've known isn't true? And now, after being abused by that shit of a man you call your husband, him pushing me around, bruising me, and almost putting me in the fucking hospital, you expect me just to come home? HELL. FUCKING. NO." I was beyond steaming at that point, but I knew yelling wouldn't get me what I needed. I took a breath and backed down, forcing myself into the chair. "No, Mother. I'm never coming back. I do, however, need some fucking answers, and you can bet your ass that I'm not leaving this office until you give them to me." And with those final words, I finally broke down, crying and sobbing more than ever. My mom sat beside me, silently weeping as she began her story about what had happened. Who she was, who I was, and why I could never find my real dad as long as she was alive.

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mary-is-writing · 6 months

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An update about The Monsters Only We See

+ my future writing

Things have happened in the last couple of days and I have some news for you. They're not bad news, but relevant ones. It's about the near future of both my current project TMOWS and my future project that I'll announce soon. This is a long one, so I'll put it under a read more.

TMOWS taglist +/-: @gabelish @mel-writes-with-her-dragons

(hey sorry I don't use the taglist a lot 😬 I'll try to use it more and it's still open for anyone who wants to get added)

Things have happened and decisions have been made so sit with me for a second.

As you may know if you follow me, one of my goals for this year was that I wanted to publish The Monsters Only Wee See. I finished the final version of it around April or May (and the English translation not too long ago) and since then I wanted to get the register for copyright, ISBN and self publish of it done before this year ended. I thought I could do it in a few months at max, but then irl stuff just kept happening to me and I had to kept pushing back starting the process. Recently tho, I finally did and I got the first step done: get a special signature required for the registration. However, an unexpected turn of events occurred.

While reading about the process of it in order to know what to do next, something very troublesome caught my attention: the process could be started online, but has to be finished in person in the offices of the copyright organization for my country. This is all reasonable, of course you'd want to do an in-person procedure when it comes to giving the rights of a thing to someone. That isn't the problematic part.

The problem is that the offices are only in the capital of the country. Only there. ONLY there.

There's not like, a building per state and then HQ is in the capital like I imagined, no. Only there they are. And the capital is very, very far away from where I live. Going there by bus in NOT an option, and the plane can be expensive. I have to double check to make sure there's absolutely no option to do the procedure online, and talking to a parent about this situation, I've come to a decision.

The Monsters Only Wee See will not be published this year.

Tbh, this sucks. I really wanted to get this out by this year, but it's simply not realistic. Next year there will probably come a time where I have to move for a period of time near the capital, and then going back and forth in order to do the registration will be easier, so it'll have to wait till then. It sucks that I have to keep pushing back this project's end, but I also wanna do right by it, by getting the copyright and the ISBN and publish it properly. And who knows, maybe by then I'll be working so I'd have money to pay an actual book cover artist for the cover!! Silver linings, y'all.

So. What now? Well, since I thought I'd publish it during this year, I've also been pushing back introducing my next wip, the one I'll work in now alongside WCB. I did so as a way to keep my ADHD from ADHD-ing so I could focus on getting TMOWS out first and then working on the next one. However, since TMOWS is not gonna come out any time soon...I can now put it in the back burner and work on the next one! So that's what I'll do!!

Thus I'll be introducing a new wip sometime soon. I have to get the final details ready (like a mood board lol) in order to do a proper wip intro, but you'll be seeing it sooner than later. This also means I'll start writing the first draft for it that, technically, I've already started, but I can't decide on the hook so I've haven't done any progress at all.

So the posts about my wips will look something like this from now on:

TMOWS - Updates about the progress in the registration process.

WCB - Little excerpts and/or posts about the writing of Book 2.

New wip - Intro post for the wip and the characters, and little excerpts and/or posts about writing the first draft.

That's all I wanted to say, just an explanation of why TMOWS won't come out this year, why I'm putting it on hold for now and some preparation for the new wip. Thank you if you read until the end, and we'll see again soon.

Stay safe, stay healthy and happy writing!!

#writeblr #writing #writers #writing stuff #writers stuff #my wip #tmows #update #writing update

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and 4, 5, 39, 40, 45 for Pierre and Felix please :)

Send me a ship and a number and I’ll tell you

4. First impression of each other? Was it love at first sight?

Yes. ROFLMAO.

No. For Felix, he thought Pierre was hot and intriguing. They were curious about this put together, sober looking fellow. Who handled themselves with authority --- and how that just MELTED into a flustered mess when Felix put up his charm.

Pierre was a flustered mess. That was his first impression. He was charmed and amused despite himself. I always say it WAS love at first sight for Pierre, like he fell right away. But it was early. It was more 'oh, who are you?' The way one notices the first ray of sunshine after several cloudy days. How can one NOT be struck? But not love at first sight, strictly.

5. Nicknames? Pet names? Any in-jokes?

Felix calls him babe. Mostly. Probably darling. Hon. Maybe even 'bae' when he finds out (which both makes Pierre roll his eyes and blush, because he's a grown man Felix). Pierre isn't the type to call Felix 'Fee' but I think once in a VERY blue moon, when Felix has him feeling some type of way, it'll slip out (and drive Felix inside).

Pierre isn't one for pet names, but he is alware enough to wield them wisely. 'Sunshine' likely gets used when he cant quite contain the affection or when they're in private. In-jokes are mostly Felix and Pierre being amused. I haven't pondered any but I feel Felix tries various out so they can have A Thing, which Pierre finds ridiculous and adorable. And he enjoys delighting Felix once in a while by riffing off of it. He hasn't created his own yet ... but he will. Felix's happiness will make it worth it.

39. - Who initiated the relationship? Who kissed who first? When did they realize they were in love?

In canon, Felix is trying his fucking best. But he's being patient. When it happens, it will probably be Felix (unless we want to give Pierre credit for accepting Felix's attempts). I think Pierre will be the one to kiss first. I don't think either of them KNOW yet, but I think Felix is more certain, more secure about things than Pierre (insert obligatory Bobby fucked with my boy bad).

40. - Any special memories? Do they have a special place they like to go to?

Not really, in term of place. Felix just likes dragging his introvert OUT! And taking lots of pictures. So, pictures have started to litter Pierre's place .. and some to his work desk. That's special enough for him because he's realizing he -- didn't have much of that before. (Can't miss what you never realized you were missing out on.) Pierre likes occasionally taking Felix to do his hobbies with him, though he knows Felix tolerates them out of love.

Their favorite thing to do together though is quiet moments at Pierre's apartments. Pierre reads to him while Felix plays with the neighbor's cat that loves to stalk/harass/cuddle with Pierre (and now Felix).

45. Any special dreams or goals they have as a couple? Any heartbreaks? Regrets?

Pierre wants to take Felix traveling. LMAO. He wants to TRY to make museums fun for his boo, but he wants to show him different parts of the world, of humanity. Their slowburn is heartbreaking for them both 3erter book 3 and they're still not together. I think Pierre will regret it in retrospect, doubting FELIX of all the people. But he really wasnt ready yet. So it is smart that he waited, but it might foolishly feel like maybe if he had said yes sooner, they'd have more time together. (He wont indulge in such thoughts often -- or at least overtly)

Ty so much for the indulgment @plasticdodecagon <3

#plasticdodecagon #pierre x felix #grapecase answers #twc mc #felix x detective #felix hauville #oc: pierre lin #headcanons #headcanon: pierre #gonna need tags for this stuff #asks: twc #i talk about pierre and felix the least but i love them so fucking damn much #(well second to least)#but ugh they make me so happy #asks: shippy ships #asks: pierre

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livredebelle · 1 year

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Twelve.

MY BREATH HITCHED IN MY THROAT.

The slight contact that his finger had made with my cheekbone caused my skin to burn like mad. What was happening to me? No, to begin with, why had I cried?

"I'm not crying." Embarrassed, I hastily turned my head away from him. Gah, this was so humiliating; I couldn't bear to look at his face now.

"Hmm..." was all he said. Maybe he was trying to save me of my dignity. I was glad.

"Um... what happened to Maria? Where did she go?" I tried to change the subject.

"She said she had something to take care of, so she left. She said she'll text you later and to get home safe. Which you will, because I'm a safe driver, if I do say so myself."

Did I detect a hint of a smile in his tone? "Huh, that's a big assumption. What makes you think I'm gonna take that? My apartment isn't far from here, so I can walk, thank you very much."

"Why do you have to be so difficult?"

"This is just how it is. How many times are you going to make me repeat myself?"

We stopped there. Good. I was unwilling to get into another conflict with him. I was so drained enough as it is, and my anxiety attack had barely subsided.

"Wait," I said, realizing. I turned back to face him. "Who paid the bill?"

Heath cocked his head to the side. "I did, but no worries. I wanted to treat you and your friend as a... way of making amends and to celebrate the making of a new friendship."

"Who does that? You're insane." I shook my head. "Too damn positive. I honestly don't know what to do with you."

"You could just obey," he suggested with a dark smile, but I gave him a death stare, and he chuckled. "Fine. It won't be easy, but that's alright with me. Besides, nothing would be fun if you obtained it too easily."

"I don't like how you said that. It makes me feel like I'm some kind of prize to be won--which I'm not, old man."

"Hey--cut it out already. I'm only three years older, remember?"

I rolled my eyes. "Whatever. Fine, I'll take you up on your offer for a ride, but not because it's what I want. I just want to go home sooner so I can rest and get ready for the upcoming semester. I still have to buy books and such..."

"If that's the case, would you like to stop by the bookstore on the way? We can also go next time if you're too tired. I have a TA code I can use to get discounts on the school's bookstore items."

"Wow. Must be nice to be privileged like that. Maybe next time; I feel like I'm going to drop dead any minute now."

"All right. Get in the car, and I'll take you home."

As he held his car door open for me, I overheard some passersby--an old couple--comment, "My, how refreshing and nice to see that some youngsters are still keeping romance alive in this era." I blushed and quickly scrambled in. Jeez, how embarrassing. I heard Heath chuckle under his breath.

The second car ride with Heath was no less awkward than the first. While he was driving, I kept stealing sideway glances at him. No matter how long and hard I scrutinized his gaze, I couldn't seem to figure him out. What was his game? And why was he trying so hard to become friends wtih me? The only conclusion I could reach was that he was a peculiar (if not a little mentally deluded) person. Either way, his personality type, in addition to his general mysterious vibe, made me extremely cautious.

Finally, we reached my apartment complex. As I climbed out of his Audi, I stammered awkwardly, "Um... thanks for today and for lunch. I'll pay you back the next time I run into you. See you." I hastily scrambled away before he could say anything further, but I thought I heard a chuckle behind me as I closed the car door.

Once I was safely within the confines of my apartment, I plopped onto my twin-sized bed with a bitter sigh of defeat and weariness. God, what a day. I reached for my cracked iPhone; maybe I could just chill for the rest of the day and browse through some of my favorite comics and manga. As I surfed the web for good recommendations for some horror-themed comics, a text message from an unknown number popped up. Hm, was it spam, or a promo code? I hated leaving notifications unread on my phone due to my OCD personality. Without much thought, I opened and read the text message:

[I received your contact information from your friend over lunch. It was wonderful to formally make your acquaintance today, Rina. I'm sorry, I know you said you don't like it, but I think it really suits you, and it's either that or Miss Everly--take your pick. Just so you know, I'm quite stubborn too. Take care, and I'll see you in the fall.]

I shot up straight in bed. What the fuck. Maria!!!

Frustrated, I ruffled my own hair. Damn it, why did he have my number? It was like the red thread of fate was wrapping around us tighter and tighter--I couldn't see an escape. Also, it seemed I was stuck with being called either 'Rina' or 'Miss Everly,' and I didn't know which I hated more. Gods, I hadn't met anybody who was more stubborn than me.

Disgruntled, I shot Maria an accusatory text:

[Hey, that's an invasion of privacy. I don't remember giving you permission to give Heath my number.]

She was a slow texter, so I doubted I'd receive a response from her soon. With that thought, I closed my eyes and fell asleep for a quick but much needed recharge nap.

When I awoke, it was already evening--twilight. I felt better, but I still had a lot of thoughts in my head. In an effort to distract myself, I decided to make myself dinner. I hadn't cooked in a while, but it couldn't be that hard.

Nearly an hour later, I was more frustrated than ever after having burnt three rounds of simple fried rice. Why was this so difficult? Come to think of it, I couldn't remember a time I had cooked fried rice ever...

I heard a knock on my door and promptly went to open it.

Quinn was standing there, his arms crossed over his chest with a disgusted look on his face. "What is that I smell? Did you kill a cat in there?"

"Hey, Kona's alive and well, thank you very much. It's just..." I bit my lower lip. "I think I messed up big time on dinner."

"You're telling me! God, that reeks. How did you mess it up that bad?" He was grinning at this point, all teasing.

I huffed in irritation. "I don't need this from you. At least I tried."

"Wanna go out to eat instead? I was thinking of catching a bite at this hot pot place later. I was in the mood for some soup and Chinese."

I sighed. "Sure, anything sounds better than this. Let me go change really quick. Why don't you come inside and wait in the living room?"

"Um, could you be a little more timid about inviting a guy into your apartment in broad daylight? Sheesh. I'm a guy, too, you know--you should be more cautious."

In response, I simply rolled my eyes with him. Before I could fully shut the door, Quinn stopped it with his foot, still grinning stupidly as he helped himself inside with a little wink.

Ten minutes later, I was ready in a casual, tight long-sleeved red shirt that I had paired with my favorite boyfriend jeans. My hair was messy, so I had it lightly tied up in a high ponytail. Keys, wallet, iPhone--check. A quick look at my lock screen revealed two messages from Maria, and one from Heath. My heart stopped for a bit. Wait, another one? I quickly swiped down the messages to look:

[Isn't it a little rude to ignore a text message? Either way, I'll wait.]

This guy was seriously nuts. Yet I couldn't deny the strange sense of curiosity I felt towards him. I was the type of girl who couldn't rest until she solved the answer to every puzzle, and to me, Heath was a huge one. Why couldn't I figure him out?

He was gentle and soft--the opposite of me. His smile could blind me from a mile away, which I found to be hugely annoying. He always smiled as if he were the happiest guy in the world, but it was off-putting because I could tell there was more to his story; his mature gaze gave off a complicated vibe...

I shook my head violently. Wait, what was I thinking about Heath right now for? It must be the college girls' reactions earlier rubbing off on me. No way would I be like those girls; they were like members of his fan club. Besides, texting him back wouldn't be a big deal. It would be just as if I were texting anybody else, so it shouldn't be an issue. Trying not to overthink it, I responded:

[Impatient, are we? Also a little obsessed. Seriously amazed with your stalker skills.]

Once I headed out to the living room, I found Quinn playing with Kona with a piece of yarn. I couldn't lie, that was pretty cute.

"I'm surprised she lets you come close to her. She's a real bitch when it comes to other people."

"Hey, like mother, like daughter, huh? Except Kona's way cuter."

I scoffed. "Think that's an insult? Anyways, are we going to eat or not?"

"We sure are. Let's go."

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"That really hit the spot," I said happily as we sauntered out of the hot pot restaurant.

I felt stuffed and, finally, relaxed. As much as I might have wanted to deny it, spending time with Quinn had a positive effect on my mood--I didn't have to overthink much, and keeping a conversation with him felt as effortless as breathing.

"Do you wanna get some coffee?" he asked, and I nodded. I was always down for a good cup of coffee. Just then, I felt my phone vibrate in my back butt pocket. Curious, but trying not to get ahead of myself, I decided to check my messages.

It was Maria, and I found myself feeling slightly disappointed that it wasn't who I had predicted. But precisely why should I feel disappointed? It was beyond frustrating.

[Sorry. I thought you guys looked close enough that it was okay. Didn't see the harm. How do you know him, anyway?]

I wasn't sure how to respond to that. I didn't really know him, anyway. It was also so odd how quickly Maria and I had went back to acting normal, despite having had such a long hiatus in our friendship. Had she truly forgotten and left her past behind? I honestly couldn't say the same. I wasn't brave enough.

Bzzz. Another message, this time actually from Heath, effectively distracting me from that train of thought:

[Continue to be amazed. By the way, I think you're right that I'm obsessed--I find myself missing you.]

Christ. What do I even say to that? Also, was he seriously flirting with me? Ugh--the worst. Yet why was my own heart buzzing so loudly within my chest? My hands were getting clammy as well. As cliche as it may sound, I had never felt this way before.

[Pervert. You're an M, aren't you?]

[Maybe you're right about that too. But it's true, I do miss you. Let me see you again--I can't wait until fall. I'll make up for our horrible first encounters.]

What did he mean by that last part? Either way, I wasn't going to dignify that with a response. If I did, he would surely think I was interested too.

When my phone buzzed again, I expected a follow-up message from Heath due to my silence. Instead, what I saw was an email that made my blood freeze. I quickly opened it.

It was about my financial aid application, which apparently had encountered some problems. If unresolved, this could affect my decision to go to university in the upcoming fall, which was coming up in about two months. All I could gather from the context of the email was that a merit-based scholarship that had previously been offered was about to be rescinded, and I was to contact the financial aid office at my earliest convenience.

"Fuck," I groaned loudly. Why wasn't anything going right anymore?

"Hey, what's going on?" The concern was evident in Quinn's eyes. But I didn't want to worry him or burden him with my baggage, so I made up a lousy excuse about family issues and asked apologetically if we could postpone coffee for some other time. He quickly agreed and asked if I wanted to come in to his apartment for a smoke break, but I told him I needed to take care of things first. He nodded, wholeheartedly believing my lie, and gave me a quick peck on the forehead. "Call me," he said before he closed the door to his apartment with a crooked smile. I smiled weakly back--all the while, the inside of my brain was going frantic, and I needed to hurry up into the confines of my own home to properly deal with it.

Yeah, it was better this way. A part of me felt guilty for having pushed him away, again and again without fail... all because I was terrified of the repercussions that would follow from a friendship that kept growing deeper. All because I was afraid and so sure that history was going to repeat itself, and I could avoid that outcome by isolating myself and cutting myself out from his world. All of this came rushing to me in the form of fragmented thoughts, but I was too distracted to remain focused on that.

As soon as I trudged into my apartment, I let out a deep sigh and slumped against the wall near the front door. Kona came near me and purred, trying to comfort me. I felt like my heart was becoming more and more shackled up with the chains of my past. In order to move on, I realized, I would need to confront my fears and demons sooner than later, or else I would stagnate and never grow.

Confronting my fears and demons meant confronting my family, namely my mother, eventually. But was I even capable of doing that?

My phone screen lit up, and my eyes narrowed. I laughed bitterly at the irony. Speak of the devil... I debated not answering the call, then pressed the green button, my lips pressed together and my jaw locked tight from the impending tension.

"Hello, Mother."

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Not Quite How It's Done

Summary - Wanda wants to tell you how she feels, she just doesn't know how it's done.

Warnings - None that I could find

Words - 1.3k

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Wanda was in love.

It sounds like a good thing, but when that love is directed towards you, her best friend, it really isn't. Especially when she'd never had any sort of experience with love.

Sure, she had been surrounded by love her entire life. First with her parents and brother, and then with her team. Even when she was going through the experiments Pietro still managed to make her feel safe and loved.

With you though, with you it was different. At first she thought it was the same type of love she held for the rest of the team, but she didn't get butterflies when Nat smiled at her or feel her her beat faster when she had a conversation with Sam.

It always happened with you though.

She knew what it was almost immediately, although she had never felt this way before, her knowledge of sitcoms told her exactly what it was. A crush.

The realisation didn't change the way she acted around you though. It was a small, harmless crush on her best friend that would probably leave sooner than later. Hopefully.

By the end of the week she had determined that she was definitely in love with you. She couldn't pinpoint a specific reason as to why she fell for you but she wasn't complaining that she did. If she had to choose someone to fall in love with it would be with her best friend, the person she trusted most in the world, the one she knew everything about and in turn, knew everything about her.

She decided that she was going to tell you. The worst thing that she could think of happening was you not returning her feelings, she was certain that even if you didn't that you wouldn't shut her out. Best case scenario was you returning said feelings and agreeing to date her.

Wanda hit a hurdle when she realised she didn't know how to tell you. She'd never done it before, never had to, and now that she had the chance she was going to do it right.

The days leading up to her confession, Wanda did as much research as she could. From reading romance books to watching her favourite sitcom couples, she took notes on how they went about confessing their unwavering love for their best friend. She dove that deep down the rabbit hole that she even started to read friends to lovers fanfiction to be even more sure with what she was planning.

She hadn't noticed, but all of this research left her barely any time to spend with you, and when she did spend time with you, she was too busy with mentally taking notes to actually have a conversation with you. You had noticed though. You wondered if you had done something to upset her.

Usually, if you asked Wanda if she wanted to hang out she would jump at the opportunity, but she had been declining your offers more often than not. On one occasion she had told you she was busy, and then you had found her, not even an hour later, lounging around in the common room reading a book.

It hurt to think that your best friend didn't want to be around you anymore, so instead of living like that until everything falls apart you took matters into your own hands and went to find Wanda yourself.

You knocked once on Wanda's door and burst in without waiting for her to let you in.

"OK, what have I done? Have I upset you in some way? Done something to offend you? Because I am very confused and very upset that my best friend has suddenly switched up on me. We were fine up until a few days ago. What happened?"

Wanda jumped at the suddenness of your entrance, her brows raised in shock at your rant. However, when she took in what you were saying a smile slowly spread over her face. This was perfect, just how she imagined it playing out in her head.

The smile managed to make you even more annoyed though, and so you crossed your arms and huffed at her, waiting for her answer, "Well?"

"OK OK hold on just- just give me one second, this has to be perfect."

Well now you were even more confused but just as you went to question her behaviour, Wanda spoke up again.

"You haven't done anything. None of this is really your fault, you haven't upset or offended me and I'm sorry I made you feel that way but it's just that I'm in love with you and-" You're pretty sure she continued on with her explanation, but your mind blanked as soon as she said that she was in love with you. "-and I'm going to kiss you now."

That brought you back to the situation.

Before you had time to do or say anything, Wanda surged forward, gripping your face between her hands and kissed you. It was a bit clumsy on her end, she hadn't had any sort of practice in her life, but she enjoyed it nonetheless. That was until she felt your hands on her shoulders pushing her back carefully.

She clenched her eyes shut and took a big step back, her face flushing in embarrassment. This wasn't how the books did it. In them the main characters confessed, kissed and started dating. "I'm sorry I shouldn't have done that."

"Hey no don't apologise, it was nice I liked it."

"Then why'd you stop it? In the books and in my sitcoms this is not the way it goes."

"How does it go in them?" You had a vague idea of what she was talking about but wanted to make sure you were right.

Her cheeks flushed even more, she hadn't expected to have to essentially tell you her plan. "Well in all of them the two main love interests argue over distance, one of them proclaims their love and then they kiss and date."

"Oh honey, that's not quite how it's done in the real world."

She nodded slowly, "So how is it done then?" Now that she had made a fool of herself with the whole situation, she found no shame in asking you outright how she should have done it.

"Usually, you start off by showing the person you're interested in that you're into them, then you shoot your shot and ask them on a date, the kiss usually comes at the end of that." You winked at her when you mentioned the kiss.

Wanda was mortified. She got it so very wrong, and was now only just realising how this may have affected your friendship.

"Oh" She didn't know what to say now. She averted her eyes from yours when the silence started to stretch. She knew it, she had ruined everything.

"Well, are you going to ask me on a date or not?"

Wanda's head shot up to look at you.

"What?"

"Well I know for definite that you're interested in me and as I said, the next step is to ask the person you're interested in on a date." You watched her expectantly, waiting for her to process what you had just told her. You could see when she finally got it because a shy smile joined her cherry red cheeks.

"Will you go on a date with me?" Though she was fairly certain that you would say yes, why would you have made her ask if you weren't, she still asked quietly- as if you'd say no.

"Yes I would love to go on a date with you. And maybe if things go well we can retry that kiss."

Wanda groaned, you were never going to let her forget about this. "Is it too late to back out now?" She joked.

"Oh hush. You love me so why would you back out now?" You laughed loudly as you walked away, hearing Wanda's groan.

She was right, you were never going to let her live it down. But as long as she had you she didn't care. You were right, she did love you and though you didn't say it back then and there you did love her too.

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #my writing

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IT WAS 2AM WHEN I SENT THAT SO I HELD BACK MY SIMPING FOR COLLEGE ALBEDO A LITTLE. tried not to send all my brainrot so I didn't just send a wall of text into your inbox LOL. Some others I thought of were:

- Mona giving astrology forecasts and compatibility readings in this au and Albedo may have asked her about the two of you

- Going to botanical gardens or museums with Albedo but for some reason it feels like a date even when it didn't intent to be. You tug on his sleeve now and then when you see something he might be interested in or even when it's something that excites you, and Albedo can't help but have a soft look in his eyes that he can share this moment with you! Somehow it results in the two of you holding hands - just so neither of you stray from each other of course - and eventually, intertwined fingers. You hear someone say that the two of you seem like a cute couple and you know Albedo heard it too, but neither of you say anything. You feel his hand squeeze yours a little tighter and respond in kind. The two of you are too embarrassed to look at each other but can't help the smiles on your faces.

- Lending Albedo some of your favourite books for pleasure reading and you've left tiny tabs on lines that you like. Perhaps this is before Albedo realizes his feelings so when he reads particularly romantic lines, he wonders if this is how he feels about you. Or did you mark these pages because you feel this way about someone? His stomach is in knots to the thought that you may be intrested in someone that isn't him and he settles for it just being prose.

WHAT YOU WROTE WAS SO CUTE AAA. THANK YOU FOR SIMPING FOR COLLEGE BEDO WITH ME!!

Tugging his hand and not letting go omg . . . you tend to just intertwine pinkies or play with his fingers absent-mindedly that Albedo becomes so accustomed to it so he starts to offer you his hands without a second thought.

WAIT. I gasped at Albedo being a cuddler. He's a little delirious when he first wakes up but you're so comfy that he hugs you a little tighter, asking if you've slept well. You try to reply while worrying about whether or not he can feel your heart thrumming in your chest.

What if Klee is staying with Albedo one night and the three of you fall asleep cuddled up together. Alice comes back early in the morning before any of you are awake and takes a picture. She sends it to Albedo later and he sets it as his phone's wallpaper.

Albedo staring at your lips winded me, thank you.

YES TO THE SWEATERS. I bet Albedo would have the softest and coziest sweaters too! Imagine it being a little cold out and you see Albedo across campus so you bound over to him and give him a hug. You nuzzle into him and mumble out a little 'hello' and say he's warm. You feel his laugh rumble through his chest while he greets you back, wrapping his arms around you

And I LOVE ALL YOUR HEADCANONS! I believe I found your blog around the time you posted Albedo's snort headcanon and it was too much for my heart!! I held tight to that headcanon and never let go lol. I also thought the science + college headcanons you had of him were really nice despite not being necessarily romantic!

Side note: I looked up that lobster fact and that's so cool!!

The Lobster Fact(tm) is my go-to ice breaker and it always fails. I'd imagine it's normally the same w/ Bedo OTL so sad...not many wish to know about potential lobster immortality.

I'm glad that you love the headcanons though!! I enjoy writing for Albedo so so much as you can tell ehe

That being said--if it makes you more comfy to send stuff in a few bursts of asks, I don't mind :DD I'll answer them as usual nodnod

OKIE DOKIE

"...Mona, yes?"

"Ah, I was expecting you to come around sooner or later, Kreideprinz."

Really, Albedo didn't mean to stumble upon the Astronomy major, but for some reason the thought of you has been on his mind and the campus' observatory just so happened to be on the way. With the meager hope that...maybe he'd find some sort of answer (in what, he wasn't really sure himself), there she was.

Luckily, she knew just what he was there for.

The moment that she twirls her hand with a wave, telling him that there isn't anything to worry about, the apprehension creeping within his chest at the thought of seeing you next-

disappeared.

It's not often that he turns to less orthodox methods, but he wouldn't lie. Knowing that--at least in Mona's opinion (which tended to be correct, anyway)--the two of you were undoubtly compatible? Something about how your constellations were intertwined...

In fact, Albedo turns a little theory around in his mind. Though based in old folktales, the idea that you gravitate towards those who are made of the very same stardust as yourself, suddenly made sense.

Or, perhaps he was just being hopeful.

Little does he know that you most definitely asked Mona about the same thing earlier that day.

AHHHHH BUT OF COURSE-

Any of those kinds of places--Botanical Gardens, Art Museums, Aquariums, Zoos, Museums in general--Any place where you're able to utterly lose yourself in your surroundings and look around in awe, really, are your go-to date outing destination!

Usually, it's just the two of you, maybe with Sucrose or Timaeus if it's for a particular class, as well as the occasional Klee in tow whenever Alice is busy with work.

But in this case, fingers interlocked, it's just the two of you on a impromptu trip to the art museum downtown after seeing a promotional banner about a new exhibit. Once inside, you rush along, Albedo trailing close behind with a light squeeze of your hand. The large area used for temporary exhibits isn't far from the entrance, so it's not long until you skid to a stop.

All along the walls are incredibly detailed oil paintings, the thin layered strokes glistening in the light. Albedo takes a moment to whisper to you about how oil paint works.

Due to the thinness of the paint and it's transparency, light passes through every carefully placed stroke, allowing for a unique sort of depth that isn't achievable with other painting media. You smile, the artificial light of the art exhibit making your features glow and Albedo can't help but wonder if you are like those paintings.

So complex, so carefully created in an image perfected with time. Your eyes search his and you say his name and Albedo clears his throat when he realizes he's been staring.

"Do you like this one?"

Ah, you must've assumed he took a liking to this particular painting.

His eyes shift back to it, taking in the sight of the balance of color, the composition, then back to you. He only stares a second longer before nodding.

Whether or not you realize the view he likes is you is something that he dwells on as you both make your way to the next painting.

If you had a penny for every time that someone comments on the way you compliment each other, you'd probably be able to pay off your tuition for next semester.

Okay, perhaps not, but the idea still stands.

You're only just at the end of the art exhibit when the security guard wishes the two of you a lovely date. Something about how young love is something to be treasured, something about how the two of you already seem so natural and comfortable in each other's presence.

Before you can mumble out an explanation, Albedo just squeezes your hand, gentle as always, and smiles.

It's a compliment, right? For someone to see how close you are, even if you really are just friends, is a good thing.

Ignoring the warmth that spreads over your cheeks, you smile and turn your head away shyly. Squeezing his hand back, the thought of what it'd be like if you were together crosses your mind.

Just as you lend books to him, he lends books to you. Surprisingly, this time it just so happens to be a poetry book--something that you expressed interest in a week ago but ended up not getting.

Within, he's left colorful notes with his neat, slanted writing.

Short discussions (presumably questions to himself) of what the poet must've been thinking, different possible scenarios, are peppered throughout the book. But one just so happens to catch your eye. Rather than a question, it's a statement. Simple, short, and...sweet.

'You carry the aura of the stars.'

The little yellow sticky note pasted beneath a love poem to the night sky stands out. Suppressing a flutter in your chest, you continue reading through the poem book with a few giggles at Albedo's musings until you find a note with most of the words crossed out.

It's entirely unlike him, the way that the dark ink scribbled over the words, making them illegible.

But at the bottom was a continued attempt--one you presume he was satisfied with by the way it lay pristine on the colorful paper.

'You look. I fail to speak.

Your mind, so brilliant as it is I wish to see behind To further appreciate the one I love.

I can only hope one day you shall let me in, So for now I wait patiently by your side.'

Who could he have written this for? You can't help but stare at the poetic attempt, knowing full well that Albedo seldom does something without meaning.

The book closes and you tuck it back on the shelf to ask about later.

AAAAA YESYESYESYES I LOVE THAT CUDDLE PILE W/ ALBEDO AND KLEE

Even though Albedo's a grade A student and certified genius (he's adamant in his denial, shaking his head and mumbling about how he just studies hard), he's not entirely a stickler for rules.

Well, that is, Aunt Alice's suggestion that Klee goes to bed by 9.

Instead, the three of you settle in the common room of Albedo's place in a bundle of pillows and blankets at the demands of a pillow fort.

The tv blinks on accompanied by the near silent click of the remote.

"What should we watch?"

Klee always ends up picking the movie. This time, she wants Alice in Wonderland, commenting on how the bunny is like her best friend Dodoco and the blonde girl on screen is named after mommy. Albedo doesn't bother correcting her, even though he knows quite well that dear, sweet Dodoco is a chinchilla.

Between sips of juice and a few mouthfuls of popcorn, the three of you fall asleep, Klee curled up besides you and Albedo's arm draped over you both.

Even when the sun is up in the sky, you sleep peacefully.

So, naturally, Aunt Alice has a spare key just in case something like this happens.

Immediately she's met with the sweetest view--her two kids (she's practically adopted Albedo as her own at this point) and--

Hiding a cheeky smile behind her hand, Alice can't help but sneak a little closer when she spies the way that you and Albedo somehow gravitated closer, his face buried in your hair and yours resting against his collar. Wedged between you with tousled hair, Klee snoozes peacefully.

She snaps a picture, followed by another, and another, and a fourth for good measures before meandering into the kitchen to prep something for breakfast.

Might as well let her three favorite people enjoy the comfort of sleep for a little longer...

You wake up the moment that Klee wiggles her way out of the blankets, nuzzling against the warmth radiating under your cheek.

Nice and cozy. Smells nice...wait.

Eyes fluttering open, you're met with a familiar birthmark and the nearly gone scent of Albedo's cologne.

You nearly pull away until the arm, now wrapped around your waist, pulls you closer accompanied by a satisfied sigh. Ah. You shut your eyes tight when you realize that Albedo's going to be asleep for at least another thirty minutes, resigning to your fate gladly.

Of course, Alice takes the opportunity to snap a few more pictures when you've finally fallen back asleep.

YES ALSO ALSO

Speaking of Albedo and sweaters and warm and also the just mentioned cologne. A little fun tidbit--not only are you familiar with the scent of his cologne because he wears it often, but it (in this au) is actually one that you picked out some time back. You probably were at the store together smelling some of the perfumes when you came across one that you were pleasantly surprised by.

Specifically, something that's lightly floral, a little warm but sweet with a hint of earthiness.

The pros? It fits Albedo perfectly! It also kinda sticks well and his place faintly smells of it.

The cons?? Well...you're embarrassed to say that hugging Albedo tends to drag on a little longer than anticipated because it's just such a comforting scent-

Not because you associate it with Albedo or anything-

Ehe

Man I really went to town again, didn't I?? Well, I'm glad that you enjoy my headcanons :DDD Albedo just seems like such a sweet person??? Like endearing in a way that just is...him. If that makes sense.

Brain go brrrrrr

I'll admit that my favorite headcanons for Bedo are mundane and domestic ones though! Like these! Just the little moments where there's nothing really going on except for him and you and ahhhh yesyesyes

Okay that's all-

#anon asks #albedo #albedo headcanons #genshin impact albedo #albedo x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact fics #genshin impact drabbles #modern au #college au #modern au albedo

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angel-riki · 3 years

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Dazed & Dreaming {Ch. 1}

summary: Y/N's life was always quite normal, some may even consider it boring. However, Y/N enjoyed her simple life and the little pleasures it brought. Unfortunately, that all changed the day she found out her best friend's biggest secret. Her discovery leads her down a rabbit hole of a new and confusing world she never knew existed. She must now navigate this new life filled with love, fear, and the supernatural. What awaits her down this path?

pairing: enhypen x reader (vampire au)

warnings: light swearing

word count: 1,435

chapters: [Ch.2] [Ch.3] [Ch.4]

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The brisk autumn air pricked at your cheeks, making you shiver as you clutched your coat tighter around your body. You picked up your pace as your shoes tapped lightly against the pavement. Walking to school was nice this time of year, you loved the autumn scenery which was full of rich colors and leaves dancing in the wind. Winter on the other hand, was another story. It was also quite pretty, yet much more inconvenient and impractical. However, right now it was a pleasant walk.

Before you know it, you're at the entrance of your school, trudging up the stairs. Oh how you longed to be back in your warm, soft bed, asleep. You begrudgingly continued on your way when you heard a familiar voice ring out,

"Y/N! Wait up!"

You recognize the voice without even needing to turn around, it was Jake. Jake had been your best friend since he had moved here from Australia way back in middle school. He meant the world to you. You've grown so close over the years, he practically knows everything about you at this point. And you know all about him as well. You smiled and waved at the cheerful boy as he jogged to catch up with you. Slightly out of breath and with flushed cheeks, he greeted you,

"Good morninggg!" He drew out the last syllable with a dorky grin on his face. You giggled, he was always so cute without even trying.

"Good morning," you replied, happily.

"Kind of chilly this morning, huh? Did you walk to school again?" He asked.

"Yeah, I did. I always walk to school, you know that," you chuckled at his silly question.

"You knowww," he began,

Oh boy here we go, you thought.

"Heeseung would totally give you a ride to school if you'd like," he stated. Jake had made this offer to you a few times, however, you always declined. Heeseung was a close friend of Jake's yet he was merely an acquaintance to you at best, you would feel bad having him drive you around. Especially since he already gave Jake rides every morning.

Also not to mention, you found Heeseung incredibly attractive and you don't think your heart could handle that...

"No that's okay, I wouldn't want to impose," you politely declined like always. Jake sighed. You were always so considerate, almost to a fault.

"Y/N, Heeseung totally wouldn't mind, he isn't like that, you know." He smiled, trying to convince you to accept the offer. Especially, knowing that winter was just around the corner.

"I know...I just would rather not," you said trying to escape the topic as your cheeks began to heat up. Jake sighed defeatedly and decided to let it go as you both continued your way into the building.

*****

The end of the day couldn't come soon enough as you headed towards your final class; physics. Yay. You've always hated physics and although you were a straight A student, your grades suffered in that class. Thankfully, Jake was quite good at physics and was always happy to help. Over time, he basically became your tutor. You scanned the front board to see what the topic of the lesson was today. Like usual, you couldn't make sense of any of it. God, I wish I had Jake's brain, you thought to yourself.

As much as you tried not to, you ended up tuning out the teacher and his lecture as your mind wandered to anything but physics. Before you knew it, class was over and students began gathering their books and shuffling out of the classroom. Shit. I didn't pay attention to any of that. You mentally kicked yourself for slacking off. Well, at least the school day is over. You headed back to your locker where you saw Jake waiting for you.

"Hey Y/N, how was physics? I know it's your favorite class," he said sarcastically.

"Shut up," you slapped him playfully on the arm, "I actually totally zoned out the whole period. Therefore, I'm lost and you really have your work cut out for you as my tutor," you retorted.

He laughed and shook his head, "Y/N, you're killing me!" He said while jokingly clutching his chest in imaginary pain.

"I know, I know, I'm sorry I should honestly be paying you at this point," you laughed.

"Nah don't worry about it, I'm happy to help," he said. Gosh he's so sweet, you thought. Sometimes you felt like you didn't deserve him. But if you ever dared to say that out loud, you know you would receive an immediate rebuttal from him. Because that's just how Jake is.

*****

*BZZZ* *BZZZ* * BZZZ*

You rolled over and groaned. Ughhh, it's already time to get up? You had stayed up later than usual the night before. You had been facetiming with Jake as he tried to explain your physics homework to you. Unfortunately, it took you quite a while to understand it since you hadn't paid attention in class earlier that day.

Just 5 more minutes...you thought as you lazily snoozed your alarm.

*****

Your eyes fluttered open as you awoke for the second time. Hm, that's weird. Why didn't my alarm go off yet? You grabbed your phone to check the time. You squinted as your eyes adjusted to the bright screen. Oh shit. You had overslept for 45 minutes. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. You mentally cursed at yourself as you scrambled to get ready in half the time you usually do. You frantically threw on your school uniform and hurried to the bathroom to brush you teeth. You gasped as you saw your reflection. You had the worst bed head you had EVER seen. Just my luck. You quickly threw your hair up into a half updo. Guess I'm going for the messy look today. You hurried downstairs and grabbed a granola bar on your way out. You headed down your driveway only to see a car parked on the side of the road right in front of your house. You were a bit confused but as you got closer you were met with two familiar faces. Oh no. This is Heeseung's car. Your stomach did a backflip. Heeseung smiled and gave a small wave as Jake greeted you from the passenger seat,

"Hey, Y/N! Sorry for the surprise, I knew you would never accept the ride but the weather's getting colder and I don't want you to get sick," Jake rambled.

"Jake told me that you walk to school every morning, but I don't mind giving you a ride, it's no problem at all," Heeseung added with a kind smile.

You appreciated the kind gesture, however, you were mortified. Here you were, looking like the hottest mess of the century in front of the hottest boy of the century. This can't be happening. Of all days, why today?!

You smiled meekly, "Wow, uh, thank you that's very kind of you! I guess I'll take you up on that offer since you already went out of your way to come here," you said apologetically. The two boys smiled at you as you opened the car door and climbed into the back seat.

*****

So far, the ride had been fairly quiet until Jake suddenly broke the silence,

"Y/N, did you do something different with your hair?" Jake asked as he turned around to face you.

God, why did he have to bring that up??

"Uh, yeah, I actually woke up late and my hair was a mess so I just tried to make the best of it," you laughed nervously.

"Ohh, well it looks nice!" he complimented.

"Yeah, you look cute." Heeseung added with his eyes still on the road.

You froze. Your brain began malfunctioning as you tried to compute what Heeseung just said. He called me cute. You chuckled anxiously as you felt your cheeks burning up.

"Thank you," you said shyly.

Jake had noticed your abrupt change in body language, which confused him. But then, it all clicked. Oh...She has a crush on Heeseung. He didn't know how he hadn't noticed it sooner. He grinned to himself, amused by his realization. Suddenly, it made sense why you never accepted a ride.

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Hi, guys! I hope you enjoyed the first chapter! I know it was a bit slow, but once the introductory part is out of the way, hopefully things will pick up the pace. Regardless, thank you for reading! I am also uploading this series on wattpad, so if you’d like to support it over there, that would mean a lot! I'm hoping to publish new chapters a couple times a week so keep your eyes peeled hehehe

~Elle <3

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