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monzabee · 1 year

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baby honey – al12

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Summary: The one where Arthur swears he’s not thinking about you, his best friend, all the time – just today, yesterday, and tomorrow night.

Pairing: arthur leclerc x reader

Word Count: 4.8k

Warnings: angst, unreciprocated feelings (that turn into reciprocated feelings), hurt, comfort, alcohol consumption, being drunk, idiots to lovers, denial is a river in egypt, charles and his big brain, miscommunication, mentions of drunk driving (don’t drink and drive!), jealousy jealousy, cying, google translate French!

Request: “after reading ur newest cl16 fic i want one where reader always liked charles but he gets a gf and she ends up with arthur (who’s her bff?? bffs to lovers 🤔) just a lot of hurt comfort” + “Hi! Can I please request ballerina!reader with either Charles or Arthur, you can choose to write it or do it as a smau, thank you!” + “can you please write something with Arthur + size/height difference?”

Author’s Note: hi, hey, hello!! it is time for the debut of arthur my beloved on this blog. i LOVED all of the requests for this one! i was originally going to name this fic after another taylor song (wink, wink), but then i was listening to baby honey by harry styles and something just clicked, so i hope you guys also agree with me. if anyone is wondering, this is an unreleased song from his first self-titled album. i know the request was a bit different, with reader having feelings for charles first, but i think changing it a little bit and having miscommunication made it a bit deeper. so thank you, anons, for these requests, i hope you guys enjoy! good morning, noon or night wherever you are, xoxobee

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Arthur has a problem when it comes to you – and that is not being able to say the word ‘no’. This has put him in some very interesting positions in the past, but whatever happens, it just seems that Arthur is not able to mutter out the word ‘no’ when you ask him of something. It’s always been that way, he supposes. He was never able to deny you when you looked at him with the look in your eyes, and he still can’t to this day. When you call him to ask if he wants to come to a party with you? He’s out the door before you tell him the location. When you suddenly have the urge to watch Barbie movies from your childhood? He brings the popcorn and even sings along to some of the songs he knows the words to. You were there for every one of his races before he got the opportunity to travel around the world to drive on the same tracks his brother and even the legends in the sports did. He came to every one of your ballet recitals until you graduated, and he was kind enough to buy you a bouquet of your favourite flowers each time. Although this might be the situation, the relationship you and Arthur have are based on equal grounds – meaning that you love and adore him just as he does you. It’s one of relationships you value the most in your life, the two of you having each other’s back since a very young age, and it is a relationship that you don’t ever want to lose. So, when the time came for both of you to move out of your parents’ houses, it came as no surprise for anyone that you two decided to move in together. Arthur wanted to spend his free time, when he wasn’t racing, with you as much as possible, and you were just happy to be with your best friend.

Though he’s always been protective over you and it is nothing new, Arthur can’t help but worry every time you go out on a date with a new guy. In reality, he knows you and Patrick have been going out for a while. You’ve told him about Patrick a few times when you called him when he was away for races, and he’s met the guy, but there’s a feeling he just can’t seem to shake off.

“Are you sure you want to go on this date?” Arthur asks behind the door to your bedroom.

You groan when the earring you’re trying to get stuck in your hair. “For the millionth time, Arthur, I’m sure.” You check yourself in the mirror for the last time before grabbing your handbag and opening you door to come face to face with a worried face. “Why are you so stressed over this?” You ask him, rummaging through the handbag in your hand to find your lipstick.

“I’m not stressed, poupette.” doll. Arthur scoffs, watching you with a stern look on your face. “I’m just making sure you’re feeling up to going out tonight.”

“I’m feeling fine, ma moitié, my other half, you have nothing to worry about.” You assure him with a sweet smile on your face while playfully patting his chest. “Stop acting like this, you look like your mother.”

“Fine, then, you look like my mother.” You shrug as Arthur rolls his eyes. Loud cackles coming from the living room suddenly grabs both of your attention, making you smile even wider. “Lorenzo, Charles, hi!”

The two brothers sitting in your living room gives you bright smiles and Hellos. Charles gives you a glance, eyebrows raised as he asks, “Aren’t you going to be cold without a jacket?”

“You’re not taking a jacket?” A voice exclaims from behind, making you roll your eyes as you point towards Arthur with the tilt of your head.

“You happy?” You ask while raising your eyebrows. “A jacket doesn’t go with my dress.” You explain, expectantly looking at the older driver as you open your arms and pointing to the dress.

“Uh, sure, Y/N.” Charles nods in thought.

Lorenzo hits the back of his brother’s head lightly, shaking his head towards him as he speaks to you. “I think you look lovely, have a good night.”

“Thank you, Enzo!” You beam, walking towards the front door as you yell. “Arthur I’m leaving, don’t wait up!” At the mention of his name, Arthur comes running towards the front door, reminding you that you can call him at any point during the night if you feel uncomfortable, which in return you assure him you’ll be fine and leave after giving him a kiss on the cheek.

He sighs deeply as he watches you leave the apartment, and only realises both of his brothers watching him with funny expressions after he closes the door and turns back with the jacket still in his hands. “What?”

“So,” Charles begins when all three of them are sitting on the couch in your living room, getting ready to play a round of FIFA. “How long have you been crushing on Y/N, again?”

Arthur groans, his face contorting up in a grimace. “Not this again, Charles.”

“No, he has a point.” Lorenzo mumbles, siding with his brother. “You’ve had a crush on her since you were seven, Arthur.”

“Exactly!” Charles exclaims, pointing to Arthur excitedly. “Why haven’t you done something about it yet?”

“Because she is my best friend, you idiots.” Arthur shakes his head, choosing to focus on the game which just started on the screen instead of insistent look Charles and Lorenzo give him. “And, stop saying I have a crush on her.”

Charles lets out a disapproving sound as he, too, turns towards the game. “Friends don’t look at each other like that.”

“We look each other normally.”

“You look like you want to make love to her every time you look at her.” Charles shrugs, making both his older and younger brother turn to him with disgusted looks on their faces.

“Charles!” Arthur complains. “No!”

“Please don’t ever use the words 'make love' in the same sentence as Arthur and Y/N.” Lorenzo begs, grabbing the bridge of his nose.

“Fine.” Charles shrugs, as he takes the opportunity to shoot his first goal. “But you can’t deny the fact that your overprotectiveness over Y/N doesn’t stem from your feelings for her. You’ve always been that way and it’s impossible for you to not feel something more for her.”

Arthur frowns, not because he is losing by the third minute of the game, but because of Charles’ words. “We’ve been friends since we were babies, Charles, of course I’m protective over her.”

“Which is understandable.” Lorenzo tries to reconciliate.

Charles lets out another disapproving mumble. “So you’d be okay with me asking her out?”

“Excuse-moi?” Excuse me? Arthur looks at his brother, appalled. “You’re going to do what?”

“Ask her out, Arthur. Would you be okay if I asked her out?” Charles repeats himself in a nonchalant manner, scoring another goal.

“Of course not!” Arthur cries out. “Why would you ask her out anyway? She’s seeing Patrick.”

Charles shrugs noncommittally. “She might break things off with him. You know, I always had a feeling she had a crush on me.”

“Charles.” Lorenzo scolds his younger brother.

However, Arthur is busy going through every single interaction you’ve had with Charles over the years; trying to find some actuality to his brother’s words. He pauses the game to turn towards his brothers, his eyes angry as he looks at Charles with a locked jaw. “No, you cannot ask out my best friend, you porc!” pig.

“Why?” He asks, with a fake innocent look on his face.

“Because, firstly, she is not a pawn you can use to prove something to me in some messed up game. And, two, she is mybest friend, my roommate and my–” He doesn’t finish the sentence, but he knows how he would end the sentence if he would – which makes him think for a moment that his brothers just might be right.

“Okay, then.” Charles concedes, unpausing the game and taking advantage of the confused state Arthur is in to score, yet, another goal.

Though the game is going on, Arthur can’t seem to focus on it because he is too busy thinking about you, and whether he’s been in love with you his entire life.

It’s a couple weeks later when Arthur walks through the doors of the ballet studio you work at. He noticed over the few weeks that you’ve been down ever since you’ve stopped seeing Patrick, so he wanted to surprise you. He greets the old receptionist who works out in the front, giving her one of the tulips he got for you on his way there. When he gets in front of the classroom you usually teach in, he watches you with the kids as a soft smile find its way onto his face. He watches as you fix the techniques of some of the girls who are struggling, but instead of appearing upset, they are smiling as they try their best to fix their postures. When you move towards the old stereo on the corner of the room, he knows that the class is about to end – because something you do at the end of every class is letting the student dance freely to the music on the radio without giving them instructions. He watches as one of the smaller boys in the class shyly approach you, motioning you to bend to his height with his hand and then whisper something in your ear. You talk for a while, and he watches as the boy leaves with a smile on his face, which wasn’t there before, after giving you a hug and a small bouquet of flowers. Arthur waits until the class is over and all the kids have left the small studio to walk in.

“I was wondering if you offered any private lessons?” He asks with a boyish smile on his face.

You turn towards him, fast, when you hear your voice. Laughing as you cross the room and throw yourself into his waiting arms. “You couldn’t dance even if Marianela Núñez gave you dance classes herself, Turo.”

“Well I don’t need classes from her,” Arthur rolls his eyes. “All I need is you.”

You purse your lips, trying not to smile too widely, at the hidden meaning behind his words – the one which you somehow convince yourself that you’re imagining ever being there. Lightly leaning your head against Arthur’s chest, you begin talking. “You’re awfully sweet today, did you know that?”

He presses a light kiss onto the crown of you head, mumbling in thought. “Well, I missed you because I was alone at home all day. So I thought I’d come surprise you.” Pulling away slowly, he gives you the bouquet of tulips he is holding. “Speaking of which.”

“They look like the ones you used to get me after my recitals!” You squeal, taking the bouquet from his hand and inspecting it closely. “I love them, Arthur, thank you.”

“I’m glad you liked them, poupette.” He smiles. “Although, it seems that I have some competition today.”

You smile and shrug at the mention of the other bouquet sitting next to your bag. “Oh, that’s Leon. Some of the older kids at school’s been bothering him because he’s taking ballet classes.”

“You made him smile,” Arthur recalls, one of his hands cupping your cheek, which makes you look up to him. “Probably made his day, too.”

“I hope so.” You tell him, honestly. “He seem to like the classes; I would hate to see him leave just because of bullies at school.”

“You are a very good teacher, you know that?” Arthur murmurs, watching as a rosy colour takes over your cheeks.

“Stop it.” You huff, trying to push him off of you in a faux attempt. “Did you come here to make me blush, ma moitié?”

He shakes his head. “No, no. I thought we could go on a walk? At the marina, before it gets dark.”

You pretend to think for a moment, but smile, nonetheless. “Can we also get burgers?”

Arthur tries to profess his feelings for you when the two of you go on your ‘date’, he really does. When he sits down and thinks about it, rationally, he can convince himself that you have feelings for him, just the way he does for you. He can see it in the way you glance up at him every time he makes a joke, or the way you lean into his touch every time he touches you, which is a lot. He thinks he sees something every time you end up too close to each other; even convinces himself that perhaps you are expecting a kiss with the way your eyes slide to his lips a couple of times. But every time he tries to force himself to kiss you or tell you how he feels, an apprehensive doubt takes over his entire brain, somehow convincing himself otherwise, that doing so would only end up in you two getting completely messing up your friendship.

There’s also a part of his brain which consistently reminds him that it is Charles you have feelings for and not him. He doesn’t have a reason why he came to this conclusion; you’ve never explicitly told him about having feelings for his older brother, but there’s a part of him that still clings to Charles’ words – even though he didn’t actually mean anything by them. So as any person his age, who is going through what he’s going through, he takes a step back to observe. It all starts when the two of you go out for grocery shopping. It’s not a common occurrence that Arthur accompanies you, mainly because he is on the road most of the time, but he tags along because “He doesn’t want you to carry the bags on your own.” The two of you are busy fighting over cereal when you run into Charles, who provides a solution by offering that you buy both of the boxes. While you tell him it is probably the only way you and Arthur are going to agree on the fact, he is too busy picking apart every part of the interaction to see whether there could be any possibility of you having any feelings for his brother. The worst of them come a few weeks later, when Arthur and Charles come back from a race. All four of you, including Lorenzo, are seated at your dining table, enjoying takeover pizza when Charles announces that he started to see a girl. You all congratulate him, but after the conversation dies down, Arthur notices a familiar look of longing in your eyes. And that’s when he realises that you have feelings for Charles, and not him, and he absolutely needs to get over his feelings for you before it blows up in his face.

A couple of weeks later, one of his friends from racing invite you to a party. Arthur follows you, of course, because he doesn’t want you to go alone. He know it’s a terrible idea, though, once he sees you in the dress you chose for the party. It’s feels as if it’s impossible for him to keep his eyes (or his hands) off of you. He manages to let out a strangled answer when you ask him if you look okay, “You look good, Y/N.” The smile you give him return is so sweet, that he suddenly remembers that he should schedule an appointment with his dentist when he has the time. Though he doesn’t manage to convince you to take a jacket with you, he picks up his own as a precaution. The party is in full swing by the time the two of you arrive, which you light-heartedly scold him because the two of you are late. He considers apologising at first, but when he sees the smile on your lips, he just lets you drag him towards the bar without any objections.

“What do you want to drink?” You ask him, leaning over the bar to take a look at the limited menu. You know he wouldn’t want to drink if he was driving the two of you back home, but since you took an Uber to the night club, Arthur decides to drink as well.

“I’ll have tequila.” He answers after looking at the menu thinking about it for a second, and then turns to you. “You want to do shots?”

“Yes, please.” You nod, giving him your ‘prettiest’ smile. “Five?”

“Three.” He shakes his head and gives you a stern look. “And no mixing alcohols, either.”

You pout as you watch him order your drinks, your arms crossed over your chest pushing your breasts together. “You’re no fun.”

Arthur’s eyes fall down to your chest for a moment but he promptly fixes his gaze up to yours, as he places his hand on your hip to draw you close to him. He leans down towards you to whisper in your ear, “I’m here with you, aren’t I?”

You purse your lips, choosing to play with the buttons on his shirt as a distraction. “We haven’t gone out to party in a while, sue me for wanting to have fun.”

“We will have fun.” Arthur contends as his thumb starts drawing circles on your hipbone. “Just not by doing something which will cause you to wake up hungover tomorrow.”

You give him a sarcastic smile. “Hm, mon chevalier en armure brillante.” my knight in shining armour. You turn to the bartender who brings over your drinks. “Thank you.”

Arthur eyes the bartender up and down, his look over quickly morphing into a side-eye once he realises where his eyes are looking at. He somehow pulls you closer to himself, caging you between himself and the bar, and lifts your chin up with two of his fingers to gaze into your eyes. “Be good, baby,” He tests. “Honey.” He warns.

“I am always good.” You counter, eyebrows furrowing in confusion because of his sudden possessive streak. “Are you okay?”

He waits until the bartender is tending to other customers to answer your question, his voice is in a lower octave but still somehow audible to you over the loud music in the club. “He was looking at your chest, poupette.”

“My boobs look great in this dress.” You reply while shrugging, the aloof look in your face making Arthur frown. “You didn’t need to act like a caveman, you know. The poor guy was probably scared.”

“Well, it’s too late now.” He replies, aloof, and downs one of his shots. “Are we doing this or not?”

It’s a bad idea, after all, tequila shots. Because after you’re done with the first three, you somehow convince Arthur that you need more, which means the both of you end up drinking six shots in the span of half-an hour. The bright side of this situation is that you convince Arthur to dance with you on the dancefloor, which he wouldn’t have done if he was sober. At some point throughout the night the two of you end up getting separated, which has you going around the night club looking for Arthur. You decide to ask some of his friends he introduced to you earlier, who tell you that he’s probably out taking some fresh air. He’s by himself outside of the club, leaning against a wall when you find him.

“What are you doing here all alone?” You ask him, tilting your head sideways to take a good look at him.

“It’s quieter out here,” Arthur shrugs, opening his arms and motioning you to come closer. “You’re going to freeze.”

You find yourself in his arms in record time, not that you could say no to his hugs anyway, his sway making you frown. “Are you okay, Turo?”

He smiles lazily at the nickname as he wraps his arm around your shoulders. “I’m drunk, ne devrait probablement pas conduire.” probably shouldn't drive.

“It’s okay, I’ll order an Uber.” He keeps his arms around you as you busy yourself with your phone, entering the address of your apartment.

Just like at the bar or when you were waiting for the Uber to arrive, Arthur doesn’t let you go completely when you’re in the backseat of the car. He makes you wear his jacket before you get into the car, though the oversized clothing doesn’t stop him from managing to make contact with your skin. He has a hand on your thigh, which is exposed because your dress keeps riding up. You make sure to keep an arm around him when you stumble through the door to your apartment.

You tell him to wait for you in his room and that you’ll be right over after you take your heels; however, he responds by throwing you over his shoulder as he walks through the corridor which leads up to his room. “Arthur, you’re drunk, put me down!”

“This doesn’t count as drunk driving.” He provides as an excuse, only putting you down when he enters his room – thankfully without any accidents.

You sit on his bed to take of your heels just as he jumps onto it, making it teeter because of his movements and makes you laugh at him. Shrugging off the jacket he gave you, you walk towards his closet to hand up the garment before the two of you forget about it. Arthur watches you move around his room with dazed eyes, trying very hard not to laugh when he sees you struggling with the hangers and cursing under your breath. His eyes move down your body when you kneel to get to the last drawer to get out a pair of sweatpants for him, which makes him silently groan at the sight. You walk towards him when you get out the sweats and a shirt for him to change into, poking his stomach to make him sit up straight. “Take off your shirt.”

“Are you trying to get me naked?” He asks, a smirk playing on his lips. “At least take me out to dinner first.”

“I cook you dinner all the time, Arthur.” You drawl, holding out the clothes for him to take.

He takes them while mumbling, “And I try my best to eat and enjoy all your attempts.”

“Casse toi, go away, asshole.” You snap, starting to walk out of the room.

“Where are you going?” He calls out.

You scoff, calling out back at him over your shoulder. “To get you water and Advil, you better be changed by the time I’m back or I’m putting you under the cold shower.”

He is, thankfully, changed by the time you get back with a glass of water and the painkillers you promised, You place them onto his nightstand, and face him. “Off to bed, you go.”

“Stay here tonight?” He asks you, but his voice is devoid of his previous playfulness.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea, chéri.” You press a kiss against his cheek and then, feeling bold, you press another kiss to the beauty mark right above the corner of his lips. “We’ll talk in the morning, okay?”

Sleep doesn’t come easy that night, no matter how hard he tries to fall asleep. He keeps trying to convince himself to go to sleep, telling himself that the quicker he does, the quicker he’ll see you in the morning, but he is unable to do so. At some point in the night, he finds himself slipping through your door. He ends up slipping under your covers too, and pulls you against his chest, causing you to stir in your sleep as you cuddle his side.

“Go back to sleep, honey.” He whispers as he closes his eyes, and he finally drifts off to sleep when he finally has you in his arms.

You’re sleeping on top of him when he wakes up the next morning with his face buried in your hair. Your closed eyes and even breathing indicates that you’re still asleep, which causes Arthur to do his best to stay still not to wake you up. He soaks up every moment of it until your eyes flutter open and you let out a low whine, asking, “Why are you in my bed? How’d you get here?”

“I sneaked in.” He replies, pressing a kiss on your cheek. “Good morning, baby.”

“I’m loving the new nicknames; baby, honey?” You mumble, nuzzling your nose against his jaw. “Why’d you sneak in?”

“I couldn’t stop thinking about you.” He confesses with a strained look on his face, and then he announces. “You’re not my girlfriend.”

You pick up your head so quickly, you think you’re going to break your neck. “I’m aware of that fact, Arthur.” You manage to get out in a clipped voice.

“And I should probably be thinking about protecting our friendship first, but I have to say this even though you have feelings for my brother.”

“Your brother?” You look at him with your mouth agape. “You think I have feelings for your brother? Lorenzo? He’s like my brother!”

He’s taken aback by your question. “No- not Lorenzo! Do you have a crush on Lorenzo?”

“No! You idiot, why would I have feelings for Lorenzo?” You ask him as you scramble to get off of him, letting yourself fall to the bed and pick up your pillow to hit Arthur over the head with. “I don’t have feelings for either of your brothers, other than being friends, you disgusting pig!”

“You don’t have feelings for Charles?” He asks you tentatively which earns him another hit on the head with the pillow. “Okay, would you please stop that?”

“No, I don’t have feelings for Charles, either! Oh my god, Arthur, what is wrong with you?” The look you give him reflect how much you’re hurt, your fingers occupy themselves with the edge of the pillowcase as you ask, “Do you honestly think I’d be in bed with you like that if I had feelings for your brother?”

He’s careful as he asks, “…No?” He lets out a frustrated groan as he pushes himself to get to a standing position. “I don’t know what to think, anymore. I like you so much that somehow you’ve taken over my entire brain!”

“You… like me?” You ask him, breath hitching in your throat.

“No.” Comes his reply.

“So, you don’t like me?”

His hands grasp the roots of his hair. “No, I adore you, I am utterly infatuated by you, I am so besotted by you that every moment of my waking days are filled with the thoughts of you, I can’t sleep, I can’t eat, I even think about you when I’m on the track–”

“Arthur, breathe.” You warn him, your hands quickly going over his to try and get them off.

“You really don’t have feelings for Charles?” He asks in a small voice. You answer him by shaking your head, which prompts him to ask, “Then why were you sad when he announced he was seeing someone?”

“He told me you’d confess your feelings to me before he ever found someone to date for himself.” You shrug, the corners of your mouth dipping as if you’re trying to keep tears at bay. “I guess I somehow made myself believe you would.”

“Baby–” He stops himself. “Honey, please don’t cry.” He reaches over you to wipe away some of the stray tears that have escaped your eyes, taking a deep breath. “I am stupid.”

“Very much so, yes.” You agree with him as you lean against his touch. “Though, I’m surprised you didn’t notice me flirting with you over the past year.”

“You’ve been flirting me for a year?” He asks you, baffled.

You fix him with an unamused look. “Do you think I go around talking about my boobs with everyone?”

“You better not be.” He scoffs as he draws you closer to him.

“I just might do so if you don’t do something about it.” You egg him on without changing the expression on your face.

You squeal as Arthur picks you up and gently throws you down on the bed, quickly changing his position to hover over you as he presses kisses all over your face. “Mine,” He announces. “Mine, my girl.”

“I like the sound of that,” You breathe out. “But I liked the others more.”

“Which ones?” He asks while letting his finger trace over the outline of your lips.

“Baby, honey, I don’t even know what you were trying to say.” You giggle.

“Mine.” He whispers. “I was trying to say that you’re mine.”

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simkoos · 1 year

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new year, new simbs. ✌

emery | jada

vivian | lesley

nixon | amani

tony | eleanor

(warning: tons of 4am thoughts and bad grammar below sorry sdklfs i love my lil pixel babies)

[emery quintero] is the typical shy nerd, he has a hard time making friends bc of his social anxiety/awkwardness. you’ll usually find him in a library studying and sipping on a mocha frappe

[jada cooper] LOVES fitness/sports and was actually the first girl on her school’s football team!! she’s plans on pursuing a career in physical therapy after college and finding the woman of her dreams~~~

[vivian bond] had a pretty difficult childhood which unfortunately resulted in severe trust issues. she constantly felt out of place and alienated bc she was so “different” from the other girls. she now uses her social media to share her story/experiences and has gained massive internet popularity for simply being herself!! (she also posts alt girl lookbooks and is an activist for women’s rights)

[lesley shelley] is honestly such a sweetheart! at times he can be a little TOO open and vulnerable which sometimes leads him to getting hurt. :( he lives with his new bff amani (in san myshuno) and recently opened an onlyfans account to help pay off his student loans lol

[nixon adams] is a goofy boy with two left feet (super clumsy). he’s sustained just about every minor injury you can imagine. a few years ago he was involved in a rock climbing accident in which he lost an eye and a few teeth. :((( he still continues to keep up his positive, fun loving attitude and hopes his future gf will embrace his many scars, bumps and bruises ;-;

[amani kessler] comes from a very tight knit family, (her mom is a school teacher, her dad is a detective, she has a younger sister and two fur babies). having been sheltered her entire life, she craves adventure and exploration -- take that however you want sdkljfsd

[tony b] (born charles anthony ballard) hides his past as much as he possibly can. almost no one knows he comes a from a wealthy and quite powerful family and he plans on keeping it that way. after a huge disagreement with his dad, he “legally” acquired his trust fund money and moved to san myshuno where he can safely and openly be who he wants to be!! him and his close friend, nixon work at a local tattoo/piercing shop together

[eleanor brock] was always teased for being the tall girl. little did she know, everything she had hated about herself would one day bring her great success. she’s a model/rising star in del sol valley and frequently makes appearances in reputable fashion magazines!! she hopes to walk the runway in her own designs in the future~

#the sims 4 #ts4 #sims 4 #needed some fresh faces to populate my save :')#vivian is my fave #she's the alt girl of my dreams

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presidentlokis-hornyhelmet · 7 months

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Home Is Where You Are

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Pairing: Pavitr Prabhakar x Reader Summary: (From This Ask) Reconnecting: You and Pavitr were childhood besties, yet in-between your friendship, you had to move away. You guys were still in touch as well, but little did Pavitr know you decided to surprise him by finally moving back to your hometown where you and Pavitr used to live. Tags: Childhood Friends, Friends to Lovers

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🎵 🎶 The sight of you lit me up Could not believe my luck Now I know where I need to be Home is where you are 🎵 🎶 Song by Ant Utama A/N: Google says "meri jaan" can be used to refer both your gf/bf and your friends too(?), so if it's not so irl, just assume they're comfy w/ it 😅😅😅 LOL

Pavitr Prabhakar -or Pavi, as you often call him- has been your bff since childhood.

Stuck at the hip, running around doing mischeif and pleading your parents to allow just 5 more minutes playtime.. Oh, those were the days! A chuckle slips your lips when you remember that even as a child, he was proud of his hair.

You remember vividly, back when you guys first met. Pavitr's hair was wild and curly and all over the place, bouncing with his every step. It was physically untamable for him. He was fussing with it and you, having watched him for quite a while, offered to help him keep it in place with a messy pigtail and putting all your hairclips on him. It didn't help much but little Pavitr had been very grateful, a big smile pulled across his face.

That was in kindergarten.

Growing up, you became the closest of friends -and the most chaotic. There was no one in school who hadn't heard of the infamous micheif-makers, the prankster pair. Prank wars 24/7 and very concerning to the school board. It was even more hectic when they tried to put you guys in different sections to discipline you. You threw a tantrum, he spilled food everywhere as all the other kids joined in; it was sort of a mutiny you guys had started. The headmistress then decided it was best for everyone to not separate you two and let you guys be in the same class thereon on the condition that there will be no more horsing around.

Things finally went back to normal and all was going well.. until your parents got a transfer.

You remember that day, when your parents said you were going to move. Initially, you had been over the moon, not knowing that it meant leaving Pavitr for good. God, you were so naive. But when it finally dawned on you that this is where your friendship will possibly end, you ran to his house and cried to him. Pavitr shared your sentiment; he loved as much as you loved him and separating you guys just was wrong.

Whenever there's something scary at night or if he hears weird sounds that frighten him, Pavitr used to hide under the bed until it goes away. He suggested you do the same. So there you both were, crouching under his tiny bed and staying there sharing stories and whatever 11 year olds talk about.

Uncle Bhim did find you soon enough and called your worried parents. A lot of kicking and screaming and yelling 'I don't wanna goooooooo!' while your parents dragged your naughty butt to the new home, practically ripping your hand away from Pav's.

It had been a bit too dramatic, now that you think about it, though a little funny too.

Pav had been crying for a week after you left, just like you, and every night for a month, Uncle Bhim would let him call you and speak. Then school began, and you drifted apart.

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You stepped out of the airport and raised a finger, calling for a taxi.

It's been 10 years now. A decade since you and Pavi last saw each other in person. Sure, you stay in touch via video calls and social media but nothing beats physical connection.

You've graduated and found a new internship at your dream company that requires you to stay in Mumbattan. What else do you need? To say you were happy would be an understatement.

Dropping your things at your own apartment, you take the cab straight to Maya auntie's as he's still staying here to take care of her. (Hope she still likes pranks!)

The elderly woman is the first to greet you, full of joy, her aged eyes shining with tears of sentiment. "Oh, mera beta!"

You let her wrap you in her embrace and hug you close. Maya auntie shares your tears, giving a moment of respectful silence to Uncle Bhim. It's hard to digest his death when you loved him like your own father.

After pleasantries are exchanged, you're about to ask about him when doubt creeps upon you. Sure, you've talked a lot but.. Does he still feel the same way about you, or is it the version of you in his head? Does he still value your friendship like before? Or were you just a passing cloud? A chapter in his book? Just a childhood memory and nothing more?

But most importantly, has he found someone else more worthy of his time?

Maya auntie, always as perceptive as ever, sees the hesitation in your eyes and encourages you to give him a surprise, assuring you that, of course, nothing is more important to him than your friendship.

With renewed confidence, you walk into Pavitr's room. He isn't there but you hear the water running. Assuming he's taking a bath, you take your time to look around the room.

The sky blue wall is a bit faded but it brings you happy memories. Same big old window from which you used to watch the city. Books, books and more books, some kind of gadget and a- is that spandex!? A Halloween costume, perhaps.

A framed picture is sitting on his desk, of your childhood selves holding hands, your front teeth missing, standing before Pavitr's apartment. It was the first time you had come over. Aww!

The cot is certainly larger than last time and you hide a chuckle when you think if you both can fit under this one.

Actually.... didn't Maya aunty talk about surprise?

Giggling like the mischievous child still inside you, you crawl under the bed. What you expected is to not fit under it, what you didn't expect is a red and blue hand-painted shoe box filled with little trinkets.

The lid is open, so you're not actually intruding on his privacy.. (Right?)

The box is filled with shiny stuff and upon inspecting one, you realise these are the same gifts that you gave Pavitr a decade ago. He.. he still cherishes them? Your heart swells.

A glittery red paper heart catches your eye but you don't remember giving it to him. Sloppy cursive runs in gold glitter:

"I threw my plans all away So that I could hear you say You love me, yes, you want me The sight of you lit me up Could not believe my luck Now I know where I need to be Home is where you are

I miss you meri jaan 💔 "

It takes a moment before you realise it's from him. He'd written it to you before you moved but never actually came around to giving it.

Oh, oh God, Pavitr loves you!

Tears of joy gislten in your eyes. You did have a similar thought once, but dismissed as soon as it came. You would never believe if someone told you Pav had had feelings for you. And seemingly, still does.

A greeting card falls out, a dried rose attached to it. It was written on last Valentines day:

"A little birdie told me you wished for a Knight in shining armour. Now that I'm here, what are your other two wishes, meri jaan? ;P"

Wet thuds sound and you look up -wincing from the bump to your head- to see Pavitr come out of the bathroom, towel-drying his curly hair and dripping water everywhere.

"Looking swag as always, Pav!", he says, making finger guns to his reflection, flaunting his amazing hair as he runs a hand through his damp curls. And, wow, it's grown longer!

The moment you try to scare him from under the bed, he stiffens and turns around cautiously. Grabbing a cricket bat, he curls his other hand into a mudra. (Is he going to spiritualize you to the death??)

"Who is it? Whoever you are, better come out or else-!"

"Or else, you'll crouch under the bed?"

He drops the cricket bat, frozen in pleasant shock.

You're struck speechless too, lost in his eyes. Wow, Pavitr has.. grown. He's so very handsome, much more than you remember. You gasp softly, mesmerized by his beauty.

"O-Oh my god, N/N?!"

He engulfs you in an embrace, hugging to tight to his chest. His wet cheek rests cool against your warm skin, so close you can smell his shampoo. "Ah, I can't believe it! Meri jaan, is it really you? H-how-?"

"A little birdie told me you wished for a Knight in shining armour. Now that I'm here, what are your other two wishes.. meri jaan?"

It takes him less than a second to realise you'd read his card. "Oh God, you read that!?" He blushes terribly, pressing his face into the crook of your neck as he stumbles over his words. It's cute to see him flustered.

The laughter dies but your smile stays.

"Y/n", his breath is hot in your ear, "may I.."

Your heart beat quickens, stuttering with every stretching moment. Every breath you take is growing heavy.

"Yes..?"

Your noses touch. He's close, so close..

Suddenly, he twirls you around and begins to sing:

"The sight of you lit me up Could not believe my luck Now I know where I need to be Home is where you are!"

Once you recover, you try to hit him in the chest for playing you like that, but he's quicker. You giggle, laughter erupting from your throat as he hugs you from behind, pecking your cheek like he used to do all those years ago as you sing along.

It may be unspoken, but it exists. He's never forgotten, nor have you.

"Now I know where I need to be Home is where you are!"

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hope you enjoyed it!

@moraleswithoutmorals I am so sorry for the delay, I think I need some more time for the other prompts (seriously, they're SO GOOD i can't CHOOSE!) and I think of merging a couple prompts, hope that's fine with you 😊

#pavitr prabhakar #atsv pavitr #spiderverse pavitr #pavitr prabhakar x reader #pavitr prabhakar x you #pavitr xreader #pavitr x you #hing.#pavitrx reader #pavitr prabhakar x female reader #pavitr x fem!reader #pavitr x reader #pavitr x gn reader #pavitr x male reader #pavitr prabhakar x fem reader #pavitr x y/n #pavitr prabhakar x y/n #astv

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yingyue-draws · 3 months

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My incredibox OCs assemble! Here's their profile:

Vox Huffer

Age: 18

Bday:18/8

Height:170cm

weight: 59kg

Personality: Smart and Gentle, but he can also be funny sometimes

Occupation: Student

Likes:

Books, Music, teatime

Dislikes:

Violence, caught cold, flies

About:

Vox is the youngest child in his family of his older brother, Val, and his twin older sister, Vicky. Vox has liked anything about literature since he was small. His dream job is to become a writer in the future.

Chip Parker

Age: 15

Bday:14/6

Height: 157cm

Weight: 54kg

Personality: Bright, Active, as naughty as a kid

Occupation: Student

Likes:

music remix, video games, Indian music, hamster, sports

Dislikes:

bell peppers, math, exams

About:

Chip Parker is Vox’s childhood friend and BFF in Vox’s school. He is also Vox’s neighbor. Sometimes he will go to Vox’s home and playvideo games with him. Vox sometimes goes to his house and helps with his homework.

Bam Li Dong–Sun

Age:17

Bday: 18/6

Height: 160cm

Weight: 54kg

Personality: Rash, and impatient, but he can be kind to his granny

Occupation: Student

Likes:

Kimchi and Tteik-bokki made by his granny, Horror movies, sports

Dislike:

Tested by Chip, making his granny worried, romantic movies

About:

Bam Li is one of the members of Vox's football team. His house is in front of Vox’s and he he will go to his house and practice football with him.

Dee Smith

Age:18

Bday: 17/8

Height: 175 cm

Weight: 59kg

Personality: Gentle, mellow, but sometimes he will be a bit presumptuous and forgetful

Occupation: Student

Likes:

Classical music, Red tea, books

Dislikes:

Beers, noisy, mosquito

About:

Dee Smith is living in the same household with Bam Li. And he is one of Vox’s BFFs, just like Chip! Since he and Vox almost have the same interests, they always met together and chatted about music and books.

(Sorry for writing Bam's bio too short because I don't know what to write about them rn...)

I hope you like them! Next time will introduce Vox 's brother and sister and Vox and Chip's gf:)

#incredibox #incredibox fanart #art #oc #original character #incredibox oc #fish #incredibox so far so good #incrediman

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juyeonszn · 5 months

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Moots you would ship tbz members with as besties or soulmates? + associate them with a tbz and tell why with a genre (hope it’s not too much. It’s okay if you don’t do it!)

OKAY ANON. i’m here. i know this is long overdue. but i’m here. i’m reusing the tropes i had the last time if that’s okay! also im assuming u want me to associate them with tbz songs!! <3

- okay first, we have miss lovely @winterchimez + sangyeon. im associating them with mutual pining and candles bc idk it’s christmas-y and i’m imagining the confession scene while it’s snowing and they’re both crying a little and it’s just so cute and straight from a movie

- next is the whole academic rivals to lovers sitch with @sungbeam and changmin with whiplash!!!! bc they give each other whiplash!!!! literally with the back and forth!!!

- ok now we have @itsbeeble and hyunjae’s enemies to lovers/one bed trope moment and i’m associating them with russian roulette idk IDK don’t ask any questions

- next bff @zzoguri and sunwoo with their childhood friends to lovers and ALL ABOUT YOU BC THAT SONG SCREAMS CHILDHOOD FRIENDS TO LOVERS TO ME AND I LITERALLY LISTENED TO IT 50 TIMES LAST WEEK i’m not joking btw like my airbuds was like hey girl this was ur #1 song of the week 😍

- ok miss rina @kumoseiza u and jacob are totally the bf extremely down bad for his gf trope yk? like she fell first he fell harder type beat. also i pick timeless as ur song bc idk i hear the melody and i think of u

- @mosviqu & eric with the brothers best friend trope and fire eyes??? thoughts?? bc i’m like imagining it’s the summer. it’s night time. ur at the beach with all ur friends. fireworks are going off. and eric is only staring at U. bc he’s Down Bad.

- @heemingyu and chanhee being best friends to lover with espionage as their song bc they’re in love with each other undercover yk?? LOVE LIKE AN ESPIONAGEEEE ITS LIKE AN ESPIONAGE GIRLLLLL

- ANNDDDDD @littleroaes and juyeon’s strangers to lovers moment with blah blah as the song bc 1) it’s fits the little scenario i had given and 2) i will never not associate blah blah with dora 😭

#✉️ — asks #♠️ — user.anon #🖤 — moots

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disneydeb1928 · 2 years

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PLL Original Sin - Shadiest Men

Chip - HBO Trying so hard for us to believe he assaulted Tabby. Though I'm 80% sure he's a red herring. Admittingly had that "I'm a sad nice boy" speech. But darn it, I want to like him. I want Imogen to be happy. I don't want Tabby's BFF to be evil.

Shawn - Rising on my list. Possibly Tabby's assaulter & "A". Noa tells him about taking the fall for her mother and then suddenly "A" knows and the Masked Man is chasing her? Now he's fine with possible doping? Has always been friends with Greg & Tyler? Immediately fought the Rosewood boys?

Greg - Still don't like him. I still have plenty of questions about the night of Karen's party. Also, he's had several little comments that have me turning my head. So, he's staying at #3 until I learn more.

Wes - Trash human being. Tomato. Tomato. Truly embodies stay away from her, get a job energy. Don't like how much time the Masked Man clearly spend at the movies.

Henry - Went behind Faran's back to Madame Giry about her back pain (the 2nd PLLOS boyfriend to go behind their GF back). Also, might have attacked Kelly. Maybe.

Crazy Joe - Entrepreneur extreme. I don't think he's being 100% honest, but I don't know, I like that he calls himself crazy Joe.

Ash - I don't like how he somehow manages to ask a question with every single one of Mouse's childhood triggers like he already knows them. Also, taking Mouse into the maze of mirrors? *Sigh* but you are still the most legit of all of them. Everyone below you is simply below you either because they are irrelevant or because they are so shady that it negates how shady they are.

Sheriff Beasley - You could accuse this man of anything and I'd believe it without just cause. He's shady, but we all know that.

Steve - 100% out of line, creeper extreme, but he seems to have used up his usefulness in terms of plot. Has a serial killer smile.

Tyler - Is dead. But before that? He sucked. Still could have assaulted Imogen.

Eddie Lamb - Once a Radley worker... honestly sir, why do you have this sign in sheet with you at your house? HIPAA.

Only Good Men

Faran's Dad (Don't ruin this for us, man)

#pllos #pretty little liars #pll original sin #they're all so shady i swear

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boyfhee · 2 years

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what about the subling moot game? or maybe tropes?

guess we're going with the tropes one :> i included the ones i think i know quite well but if you're a moot who wants to be on the list, comment and i'll add you !! hope i did this correctly :")

@maiverie : mai gives big strangers to lovers with heeseung ( hello u got ur man babe ) energy. she's really fun to be around and has a captivating personality. so, i do believe she has the ability to leave people star-struck about her and that includes heeseung too. slow burn but make it very netflix original material

@yeongwonie : yeona hi !! i see her working well with exes to lovers, or even just friends, with jay or taehyun. basically, second chances about anything. i think she'll reconsider certain decisions again rather than cutting someone or something off her life straight away. whatever may be the outcome, i think she's the type to give it a shot

@ilynaevis : jia hi :) me says childhood friends to strangers to lovers ( lmao ) trope with sunoo ?? more like, a friend you lost touch with as you both grew up until one day you both meet again and perhaps old feelings re-surface again ? this sounds so marvellous in my head

@yyunari : best friends to lovers for nari and beomgyu !! they're very outgoing, someone you'd love to be friends with, or even more ?? i know we don't talk much but nari has the personality that draws people to them involuntarily, and beomgyu is no exception i bet

@atrirose : hi. enemies to destined rivals. roselyn will get on your nerves and make you want to run her over. ok jokes aside, fake dating with sunghoon for her, tbh i don't really need to explain much. she's annoying but it's a charm ig :/ and then suddenly says that she's hoon's gf so that some rando doesn't hit on him. you know the rest

@jangwonie : hi fae :) i don't know what this trope is called, but it's more like the classmate one's always infatuated with ??? like your first love / class crush or something help, with jungwon / wonyoung ( girl !!! ) fae you're so smart and supportive and sweet, i see both the wons having a crush on u :(

@oikluvs : hi bff !! yuni definitely fits the and then they were roommates trope with jungwon, as wll. i mean, i don't see anything else. she's either the cool roommate who helps you with stuff or the one who helps you but also gets on your nerves </3 you can't deny that she manages to catch your attention with smallest actions, though. jungwon is forced to live with her and wants to leave until he falls in l*ve :/

@reniqt : aaa hi ren ! i know we haven't talked but he fits the person next door trope with sunghoon or renjun ( i saw you like renjun !! ) more emphasis on renjun because my guy fits the trope. naur i bet my life he's the annoying neighbour and you both get into arguments often but things get better as they fall into place :)

@heeracha : aaa robi !! bestie, it's giving me number neighbour trope to me, with hyunjin or lee know ! i think he'll be the one to text the number neighbour, who happens to be you, and things are very weird at first because you don't know them ?? they don't know you ?? and they texted you out of no where ?? but at least he's funny

@bambisgirl : i kid you not, maria is like the popular student and so is heeseung ! you both are opposites, having a friendly rivalry as well, it's fun and games to be honest. after a few close encounters, he has taken a liking to you; you know where this is going :)

@goldenhypen : em !! hi !! ok look, em fits the coffee shop au / mutual pinning trope with jake, like a puzzle piece. from what i know her, she's definitely the person you'd like to know and get closer to. she's just so nice, and jake is probably the one who always takes her order, delivering it with a sweet message. they're otp i said what i said

@sjyuniverse : es hi hope you're doing well ! what if i say online friends to lovers with jake sim hahaha :/ or more like, you both met through a game, or whatever, probably on twitter because he's a moot or your moot and you both end up following each other just because, and click so well ??? and then you find that he lives just an hour away from you and he asks if you want to meet ,,,, yeah. i'm running out of tropes but this is my fav fr

@seungstarss : sei hi i hope u see this :( anyway enemies to lovers with heejay because i can't pick one of them. it's literally a love triangle help i'm sorry bff. better if the three of you are put in a group project together. it's giving dysfunctional team but whatever, things do improve. what if u choose to be besties like heejaysei are going to be the friend group everyone wants to be a part of >>

bye that's all i'm running out of tropes at this point :")

#—tag games.#—anon.#i enjoyed doing this sm fr

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samboverse · 1 year

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harper t the loml 3 5 6

HELLO apologies for just noticing this... my week was not as free as i hoped it'd be but i'm here now!

3. What does their voice sound like, in a couple of words? (ie soft, scratchy, seductive, high-pitched, etc)

hmm definitely soft and high pitched! her voice tends to be smoother/more "cutesy" around new acquaintances (those she dislikes aren't included obvi. she fully drops the tone if you don't fit her standards)

5. Does their fashion sense reflect an aspect of their personality? (ie bright and colorful outfits symbolizing that they’re an upbeat person)

absolutely!! fashion is one of the most important parts of harper's character. pinks, pastels and frills are her bffs. and like i said in an earlier post, harper's fascination with fashion esp cutesy fashion is smth she inherited from her dad and is also, in a way, one of the few ways his memory can live on... i guess! that's one facet of her relationship with fashion though.

6. Do they have any tattoos? What are they, and why did they get them?

none... for now. i think she'd get a few when she gets older. some of the tattoos i have in mind for her are the moon rabbit (representing her pet bunny), tiny n simplified angel wing tattoos on her back, and uhhhh an ichigo momomiya tattoo (her childhood gf)

#harper takagi #samborambles #does this count as a samboramble #anyway #i could go on forever abt harper and fashion #her obsession with looking 'perfect' not to avoid judgement #but more like #to have a valid reason to judge others #'bc if i put in the effort then why cant you. curious.' or smth like that #shes a very judgy person LMFAO i love her though

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gyubby99 · 2 years

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@disneyanddisneyships YOU'VE HEARD THE SUMMARY OF MY OCS NOW THE PICREWS

Valerie

-widow (??)

-has a rat snake named Raven for a stress reliever.

-Mommy

-Infertile

-a stick-to-one pansexual (she never falls inlove twice. A date-to-marry type)

-her youngest zombie yet is 12 years old. It was a social outcast kid and she tries manipulating them into thinking everyone would notice them if they were on her side.

-Mommy

-wears black gloves

-her husband fell first but she fell harder. Love that trope.

-Mommy

-She fills the void my mother left in me when I was 2 😁😁 and she's the villain-

-if you're a scientist tho u should run she's coming for y'all

-last but not the least, Mommy.

-she's actually southeast asian (I AM BIASED BECAUSE I ALSO AM SOUTHEAST ASIAN)

-born on october 21

Leo

-AHAHAHAHAHWHWHW AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

-Valerie's husband before he was a 🧟‍♂️🧟‍♂️

-looks white but he actually is half korean

-Raven's dad <3

-actually very sweet lol

-demisexual straight man

-dadd-

-a snake enthusiast. Can name ten kinds of snakes in 10 secs (i mean-)

-never got to have a childhood. His entire life he's stuck in his bed with a book. Thus reading about snakes

-he has a weak heart (I'm biased because I also have one.) and is forbidden to do such tasks that can give him an attack

-born on November 26

Alexandra

-I'm biased. That's actually what my parents were supposed to name me.

-THE SCIENTIST FRIEND.

-you can call her 'Al'

-l e s b i a n

-she's my main character <3

-no gf yet. She has priorities. If she has a potential gf whilst prioritizing work and defeating her ex bff, it'll be a slow romance.

-attatchment issues

-trust issues

-she would be a swiftie.

-the mom AND the baby friend.

-she got her yellow eyes from her great grandma :)

-SHE HAS.. A BROTHER.

-born on may 1st (im biased 😝)

Victor

- "we live in a society"

-Al's brother

-he ends the bloodline with his sister

-gay. A hundred percent.

-but he's emo. Bc guys are jerks and he wants NONE OF THOSE at the moment. Poor guy.

-pessimist

- "The feeling of happiness caused by your own friends happiness feels.. wonderful." "That would be empathy."

-Sarcastic dude

-no one takes his coffee away from him

- "spill thy tea"

- "Yay! We both have mother issues!"

-he would listen to TWICE. He would love TWICE. He would love 'Doughnut'

-lends a helping hand to his sis.

-he studies psychology (I'm so biased because that's my main goal)

-born on April 6

Momm- Adira <3

-unalives zombies

-do not arm wrestle with her. The last one that did couldn't move their arm for three straight days.

-She likes flowers <3

-her favorite color is old rose pink

-feeds stray cats. (Im biased)

-born on september 24

-orphan

-slays zombies (yes. Slays 😝)

-Valerie always tells her she's grown well. (Her next planned zombie 😝😝)

-Al's acquaintance.

Adam

-yes that's his name

-born on the same day as Adira so they're basically twins

-dad

-Valerie terrifirs him a bit.

- "can I have one of those quickie bread thingies?"

-H I M B O

-him and Victor compliment each other hehe 🤭

-dadd-

-MUSCLE

-he serves beverages

-looks terrifying but it's just the physique

-orphan

-draws hearts and unicorns with the little ones :")

#my ocs #lol

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ikyw-t · 3 years

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here's the main dilemma of my life: i think that my life would likely be improved by spending significantly less time online and therefore on tumblr, but also, esp in the panini, tumblr has been the vast majority of where i get my socializing, and also the biggest problem throughout my whole life has been loneliness and feeling like i don't belong and not having a sense of community. and so uninstalling this ridiculous little app would leave me feeling even more lonely and disconnected from the world which is already something i struggle with but also being online so much is also probably not great for me so -

#tis the ultimate dilemma.#yes it's sad. yes this is my life.#anyway im going back home in a couple days. after spending two months in romania with my grandparents and my mom #i get to go back to my own house with my cat and two roommates and their three cats and one guinea pig #so ill be on my own and with my dear dear cat whomst ive missed so much #but i have to sigh bc i just do not have many irl friends.#here i was spending time with my mom and her group of friends (who are all vaccinated and also ro has had very very few cases)#and also with my childhood bff and his gf #and back home it's like... i dont rly have anyone to see irl. sigh. makes you wonder #how i manage to make friends like every once in a while and then lose them so quick #and it's like huh. rly does make u think huh. makes u think.#it's ok school starts in a month and I'll get to meet new ppl there and hopefully make new friends #like thats the goal. but as always. we will see.#and i always start with low hopes but also realistically i always have such high high hopes bc like....#if i didn't it would truly be so depressing #sighhhhhy #anyway #eating black cherries gonna have some water and then find a movie to watch #p

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dragontamer22 · 2 years

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You know, I don't think it's weird that Anne didn't bring up Sasha and Marcy very much or reach out to her parents until FLX. It actually makes total sense to me on an emotional level. Like, I can directly relate.

Hear me out: while our situations are NOT the same because obviously I haven't been isekai'ed to another dimension blah blah blah never had a friend absolutely fucking murdered right in front of me etc.

But I get the emotional intensity of it. Skipping the specifics of it Anne and I'd situations because it ain't really that important on am emotional intensity empathy level-- Anne has clearly been trying to process everything. This shit takes time. And we see in episode 1 that she's in denial. We see she forces herself to compartmentalize. We see her try to convince herself that Marcy (and Sasha) are still alive. We see snippets of her anxiety that she clearly is just NOT choosing to talk about what happened. She is processing it all herself. A lot happened all at once. A LOT. it took me... *Counts* four months to even process and understand that I had been disowned by my parents, a pretty fucking traumatic experience at the ripe old age of 18 years old, and that was WITH me talking about what happened with people I trusted. Anne is 13. Her BFF/GF (lesbi-honest here lol) was McMurdered, her other BFF/gf overthrew the king and by process violating her regained trust, turns out the king is EVIL, and also apparently Marcy is the one who got them trapped in another dimension in the first place, oh and now the planters and Anne are all stuck on earth!!!!! It took me four months just to even come to terms with my super traumatic experience and start having real conversations about what happened beyond my most trusted confidants; poor Anne has even more shit to deal with and even bigger (fully justified) trust issues and is younger and she needs a fucking therapist. To continue the compare and contrast, it took me NINE months before I could muster the courage to write to my own father about what happened between me and his wife (long story). I knew he wouldn't believe me. I agonized for months over what to say to him, how to say it, how to get him to take me seriously. Anne probably agonized just as much if not more, knowing that no matter what she wrote the truth would never be believed but still it needed to be told. She probably agonized in her head for weeks on how she wanted to write it. It's hard to talk about super traumatic events sometimes, especially when it's all still a fresh open gaping wound. Anne and the Planters have been on earth for... Idk maybe two months? Anne has been on-screen super stressed, seen staring off into space like she's sorrowfully thinking deeply about something, and she's likely also just been choosing to focus her energy on finding a way back and helping the Plantars since the whole earth situation is an immediate solve-able problem. And, again, episode 1 clearly shows that she's overwhelmed and compartmentalizing and trying Very Hard Not To Think About What Happened. So, as far as Anne's involvement in telling the other parents about their missing daughters, I think she's completely understandable and entirely and fully realistic.

Why didn't the Waybrights and Wu's find out sooner l about anything? Like from the Boonchuys? Idk, I can kinda get it tbh. How would you behave if your daughter reveals she was isekai'ed for 5.5 months with her two childhood best friends and brought back a family of frog people instead of the childhood best friends? The friends are, according to Anne, still alive. Mr. B himself even says he wouldn't believe a word of any of it of Polly wasn't right there kicking him. But great! Now you have to keep a *low profile.* Why tell the other parents this? They have no reason to believe any of it, and why get hopes up? Why draw attention to themselves? And, what if the three sets of parents HAD been in contact with each other for months, but the Wu's gave up and moved away and moved on. Or the Waybrights became impossible to talk to because they refused to believe there was anything wrong? (Speculation there on the parents, but still) and, I suspect, that the combination of all those things, and whatnot, there was just some agreement not to reach out to the other parents yet. And it just didn't appear on screen (and the decision not to show this would ultimately double down on the whole Anne Is Traumatized and Still Processing It All). Idk, that's speculation, but I can absolutely understand how there could be currently unknown background reasons for not reaching out yet, even if it has nothing to do with the other parents personally and more to do with the whole needing to lay low and also there's no way in high hell the truth would be believed.

Anyways, that's my thoughts. Looking forward to how it all plays out.

#Amphibia spoilers #froggy little christmas

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Various Rayman doodles based off Various Rayman thoughts:

1) Decided in my Rayman world that Mr Dark was an orphan thingamajig , he was abandoned shortly after his birth by his creators and taken in by none other than Rigatoni. While Mr Dark (who I’m thinking went by Ziti as a child) saw the Ring Leader as family, Rigatoni thought of him as nothing more than a product that he’ll eventually replace as soon as the crowd stopped cheering

You can connect the dots from a childhood of being a side show to an attention starved villain who steals cooking recipes

heck , the only reason he stole the great protoon and caged people was just so people wouldn’t ignore him

His kinda like the Lego version of Joker in that his extremely childish and petty , but also cunning and fully capable of causing serious damage regardless if it’s intentional or not (such as the fact his naturally gifted with fire magic)

The clowns in Rayman 1 are folks he personally knew from his circus life , though they and every one else only worked for him because he paid them, yeah getting a degree in business and being raised by a retired crime lord goes a loooong way in getting help when you don’t know how to make long lasting relationships

I also see the animated series taking place before Rayman 1

2) Rayman and Mr Dark relationship with each other used to be pretty hostile in that Rayman just saw Mr Dark as a douche he had to punch.

Though as time went on , as Mr Dark kept doing petty crimes and just generally did everything to stay relevant , Rayman soon stopped feeling like Mr Dark was a threat and felt ….. pity

Eventually the two became more akin to goofy frenemies where they act dramatically sometimes,with Rayman even trying to get Betilla and the magician to give him a chance

and than Rayman got killed by robot pirates :(

(I headcanon Rayman 1 to be a different and dude to current Rayman btw, Rayman 1 was bffs with Betilla and the Magician while current Rayman is Betilla’s son)

3) Possible god and goddess? Idk I think it be cool if there more gods besides Polokus

4) A cyclops oc named Rai I’m working on , total himbo right there

5) and various doodles,I can’t seem to ignore how fun Dark x Magician are to draw but also I think Annetta could have a gf, so maybe Globette from Rayman M?

#Rayman #mr dark #rayman 1 #rayman fanart #Annetta fish

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idk if u thought i was Clarissa but it’s not 🥺🥺 I’m sorry!!! but could I plllllls request one with shinso where they’re bffs and shinso s current gf cheated on him so reader and him get together in attempt to make her jealous but they fall in love and like towards the end shinso is kinda angsty like “I’m acting weird because I love you!1!1!1!” Idk something like that 🥺🥺🥺 angst and fluff!!!!thank u for being so kind to me!!! Also take all the time u need! No rush (:❤️❤️

author’s note: HI BABIE sorry for mistaking you for someone else omg :(( please accept this piece as an apology (i split it into two parts and i’ll have part 2 out soon) i hope you like it!!! <3

ONE STORMY NIGHT

— 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐎 𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈

genre: angst and fluff

warnings: mentions of cheating and a break up

word count: 2.9k words

The rain hit harshly against your window pane as you looked out at the stormy sky. It was currently 3am and you were wide awake, despite having training in approximately four hours. You’ve been trying to fall asleep for the past two hours but for some reason, your just body wouldn’t allow it. You groaned into your pillow and closed your eyes for what seemed like your tenth attempt to fall asleep. But something inside you was keeping you awake — a strange, unnerving feeling in the pit of your stomach that something was amiss in the world.

Just as you were getting into a comfortable position, you heard a pounding at the door and your eyes opened. You convinced yourself it was probably just the thunder, refusing to get up and answer it. You pulled the blanket over your shoulders and shut your eyes again. You had to get at least some rest before training or you knew you wouldn’t perform.

Just then, thunder crashed dangerously outside your window and your door swung open to reveal a figure standing in the doorway. Your eyes shot open and you bolted up out of bed, adrenaline coursing through your body.

Villains?! At this time of night? It was the perfect stunt, really — planning a sneak attack while everyone fast asleep and unsuspecting. Taking a defensive stance, you held your arms out in front of you, ready to attack the stranger if need be.

“Who are you? What do you want?” you questioned aggressively. The light from the hallway backlit their face, making it difficult for you to tell who it was.

“Relax, sunshine. It’s just me,” the silhouette said calmly, closing the door.

Sunshine?

“Toshi?” you called out into the darkness, your tense form relaxing slightly.

“Well, who else would have the key to your room?”

He paused, eyeing you protectively. “There better not be anyone else with the key to your room.”

Hearing his familiar voice, you sighed with relief and let your hands drop to your side.

You and Shinso have been friends for years now, having known each other since childhood. You guys lived in the same neighbourhood, went to the same school, and were even in the same class. You two literally grew up together and have been inseparable ever since. You knew each other inside out and could recite anything and everything about the other from the back of your hand. One of your favourite memories together though, was the day your quirk manifested — the day you got a nickname that would unknowingly stick for all the years to come.

You and Shinso were laying on the lush, green grass next to each other, basking under the warmth of the summer sun. The gentle breeze combed through your hair and you closed your eyes in ignorant bliss. All seemed well until suddenly, you felt something strange bubbling inside of you — a tide of energy that was threatening to overflow. You sat up and grabbed your right hand, your sudden movements garnering Shinso’s attention as he sat up with you.

Your eyes widened as warmth rushed to your fingertips, causing them to glow. Realising what was happening, you looked towards your best friend, who seemed to grasp the situation too. In fact, he looked equally if not more excited than you did. He had always idolised the idea of being a hero and couldn’t wait to have his own quirk. He watched eagerly with his large innocent eyes, honoured to be part of your special moment.

The glow intensified and slowly but surely, you were able to produce a small ball of light from the palm of your tiny hand.

“Look!” you gasped, eyes shining as your mouth gaped in awe. “It’s so bright!”

“Yeah! It’s like the sun!” Shinso beamed, pointing to the burning white sphere in the sky. Then, his eyes lit up. “I know! Next time when we become heroes, you should call yourself Little Miss Sunshine,” he suggested, practically radiating with enthusiasm.

“Okay!” you giggled. You liked the sound of that name. He knew you would.

“Well come on, Sunshine!” he said grabbing your free hand in his. “We have to show your parents!” he exclaimed, dragging you behind him as you squealed with excitement.

The tension in your body subsided as the intruder identified himself and you sat down on the edge of your bed. Ignoring the unpleasant squelching that filled the room, you pinched the bridge of your nose and groaned.

“Just because you have my key does not mean you can barge into my room at 3am in the morning!” you chided, rubbing the tiredness from your face. “Some of us actually do sleep, you know.”

It was apparent you weren’t going to bed any time soon, which made you feel very frustrated to say the least. “What on earth are you doing here anyway?” you sighed exasperatedly, wondering how much caffeine you’d have to down to be able to keep your eyes open in the morning.

Lightning flashed across the sky, illuminating your room and finally allowing you to see your best friend’s face for the first time that night. You paused, body frozen as your thoughts came to a halt.

Your gut was right: something was amiss.

Shinso was dripping wet, completely drenched from head to toe. Even though he was a good distance away, you could tell that he was shivering; his cold, wet shirt stuck to his body, perfectly defining each and every one of his muscles. You watched as a small pool of water gathered at his feet. Was he out in the rain? Your eyes wandered to his face, the same one you’ve known for all these years. His violet orbs were dark and tired — strangely more than usual. And as you looked more intently, you found an emotion swirling within them that tugged at your heartstrings: a deep-set sorrow.

“Toshi, what happened?” you asked as you approached him, eyes full of concern as you searched his face. His eyebrows were creased and a huge frown settled upon his soft, pink lips. Water glided across the crevases on his face, but you couldn’t tell if the wetness was due to the unforgiving rain or if it were something else. You hoped to God it was the former.

He opened his mouth, but nothing came out. He shut it again, trying to find the words to say. But he couldn’t. Or maybe he just didn’t want to. It was too painful to face the brutal reality of the world. If it were up to him, he wouldn’t tell anyone. He had a habit of bottling things up because he hated showing his true emotions. He hated being pitied. His whole life, everyone had ridiculed his dream of becoming a hero because of his brainwashing quirk. He would never forget their looks of sympathy as they shook their heads. “What a shame,” they would say. “You’d be a much better hero if you were born with another quirk.”

But you weren’t like the rest. You were never like the rest. You never cared about what type of quirk Shinso had; you loved him regardless. The day his quirk manifested, the rest of the children scrambled away in fear. Yet you remained at his side, holding his trembling body and comforting him as he cried in your arms. You were the only one who believed in his seemingly unreachable dream. You always gave him that small hope to cling on to when all seemed lost. He knew he could trust you. You were the only one he could be vulnerable in front of and safely lean on for support. You were his rock, his shelter in the storm.

He inhaled deeply. “We broke up,” he finally admitted. “She cheated on me.”

Even with the thunder crashing in the background, you could hear the heartbreak in his voice.

“Toshi… I’m so sorry…” you said as you placed your hand on his arm in an effort to comfort him. You could feel his tense muscles through the thinness of his wet shirt and the shaking that came along with it. Whether it was from the cold or the emotion, you couldn’t say for sure. Perhaps it was both.

“It’s okay,” he exhaled, straightening his posture to appear stronger than he felt. But you knew. You knew he was crumbling inside.

“No, it’s not,” you sighed walking towards your wardrobe. “I know you really liked her, Toshi. She must be blind to not see how good of a man you are,” you said, trying to conceal the venom in your voice as you pulled something out of the cupboard. You always hated her and never understood what he saw in her. But you knew how much joy she brought him, so you begrudgingly let it slide. You just wanted him to be happy.

“Well, I know you didn’t come here for nothing so if you want, I’m always here to talk,” you said, offering a gentle smile as you turned to face him. “But first,” you handed him a sweater and a pair of joggers. “Go change before you catch a cold.”

He smiled gratefully as he took them, your kind gesture reminding him how much you truly cared. He looked down curiously at the clothes, feeling the strangely familiar material between his calloused fingers. “Are these mine?” he chuckled lightly, eyes seeming to brighten just the tiniest bit.

You scoffed playfully. “Yes, and now I’m returning them to you,” you smiled, full of mock innocence. You borrowed it from him a while ago but had completely forgotten about it until now. You guessed it was good that you held on to it. “Hurry up before you get sick,” you ordered impatiently, trying to hide the worry in your voice.

He shook his head at your silly antics. “Yes, mother,” he said and proceeded to take off his shirt.

“OH MY GOD, NOT HERE YOU DUMBASS! THERE’S A TOILET FOR A REASON!” you exclaimed embarrassedly, trying to look anywhere but his magnificently toned body.

“Oh please, don’t act like you’ve not seen me shirtless before,” he replied nonchalantly. You sputtered, unable to come up with an adequate response. He was right, of course; you had seen him shirtless countless times before — hell, you’ve probably seen him full on naked as a child. However, that still wasn’t enough to rid you of the deep red blush you hoped so dearly would be concealed by the darkness of your room. You mentally slapped yourself. Relax. He’s just changing, it’s no big deal. Yet for some reason, you could not suppress the persistent feeling of something fluttering in your stomach. You shook your head vigorously, clearing your head. It was probably nothing. You guys were just best friends after all.

Right?

No longer sopping wet, he lay down on your bed, sighing with exhaustion. You sat cross-legged on the floor, letting him have the bed because he was having a bad day. You watched him wordlessly, waiting for him to start talking, but he never did. You didn’t want to push him, but you knew that you had to help him face his emotions if he was going to heal. It was going to be difficult, but you knew it was necessary.

“For the record, I always thought you were too good for her,” you broke the silence, not knowing what else to say. He smiled softly as he stared at the ceiling, contemplating your words.

“That’s funny, I always thought she was too good for me,” he laughed, but it was anything but joyful; it was cynical, bitter and sad. You couldn’t help but feel angry at her for dimming the light in Shinso’s eyes and making him doubt himself. To you, he was the perfect guy and there were so many things you loved about him. He was smart, observant, protective, respectful, caring — the list could go on forever.

But above all, he was insanely hard working and always pushed himself to achieve whatever he had set his eyes on. This applied to all areas of his life, whether it was how relentlessly he pursued the girl he loved or how he was always skipping out on sleep to train, just so he could master his quirk. He might have marketed it as nothing but an admirable trait on the outside, but you knew the hidden reason behind his fervor: doubt.

No one doubted themselves more than he did, especially with everyone questioning his dreams from the day his quirk manifested. His abilities were supposed to be a blessing, yet he saw them as nothing but a curse. Because of the constant self-doubt he harboured from such a young age, he was always his worst critic. You knew he was constantly pushing himself to prove to himself and others that he was worth something. You knew how hard he was on himself when he thought no one was looking. You knew that despite him putting in his best efforts, he always felt like it wasn’t good enough. Like he wasn’t good enough. And the thought that someone had given his doubts weight and made him feel like it was even remotely true when it wasn’t, sparked something within you. Anger consumed your mind as you watched him drown in hopelessness until finally, you reached your tipping point.

“Shinso Hitoshi, I will not sit here and let you mope about yourself! You are the most amazing guy I have ever met and any girl would be lucky to have you!” you exclaimed, hoping your words would get through to him.

“Well considering the fact that she cheated and dumped me, I’d say evidently not,” he said dryly. You deflated. You knew Shinso was the type who appreciated actions rather than just words but you didn’t know how—

Your eyes lit up as an idea hit you.

“I know! We’re going to show her what she’s missing,” you said.

He gave you a sideways glance, cocking an eyebrow. “And how exactly are we going to do that?” he asked.

“You sir, are going to date me.”

He blinked at you twice before laughing. “You can’t be serious,” he said amusedly. At least the smile he gave this time was genuine.

“Am I ever not serious?” you joked, hoping to keep this light mood.

He scoffed. “But you know I’d never date you, Y/N. You’re my best friend,” he said. It was true: you guys were best friends.

So why did the thought that he never considered you as anything more put a slight ache in your heart?

You brushed your thoughts aside, convinced it was nothing. “It’s pretend dating, stupid. Think about it,” you scooted closer to the bed, intent on selling your idea. You had to show him somehow that he was actually more amazing than he gave himself credit for.

“Imagine seeing her dumbfounded face as you stroll in class tomorrow with a new girl by your side, showing how unaffected you are and that you were able to move on faster than she ever expected you to. Plus, I know you don’t love talking to people, so this is perfect because everyone would be able to see it without you even saying a word!” you said. He watched as you gestured animatedly while giving your pitch, the ends of his lips slowly curling upwards.

“Consider it… silent bragging,” you suggested slyly, wiggling your eyebrows as you finished your speech. He turned to lay on his back again and draped his arm over his eyes.

“You know, considering my specialty is manipulating people, I have to say you are quite the snake,” he chuckled. You laughed as you punched his arm in response, not even putting a dent in his muscular form.

“So, what do you say?” you asked hopefully. His smile slackened as he weighed the pros and cons in his head. You waited eagerly for his response, excited to take your revenge on the girl who had hurt your best friend.

“Mmm, okay,” he hummed quietly.

Astonished that he had actually agreed to a plan you were half-joking about, you spread down happily on the floor and sighed with satisfaction. “I can’t wait to see her stupid face when she sees us tomorrow,” you grinned, eyes glinting with mischief. But as you mulled over it, you couldn’t help but wonder if you were forcing this idea on him. Although you’d do anything to help him feel better, you’d never want to force him into something he wasn’t comfortable with.

“Hey Toshi,” you called gently, wanting to double-check. But he didn’t respond. “Toshi?” you called again, sitting up slightly. That was when you realised he had fallen asleep. He must have been exhausted. You watched as his chest rose and fell at a steady pace, his face calm and peaceful. You smiled softly, wishing you could protect him against the pains of the world.

“Y/N…” he mumbled tiredly.

“Hmm?” you hummed in response.

“... Best friend hug…”

You giggled at his neediness and leaned over the bed to embrace him, inhaling the musky scent that exuded from his sweater. You leaned back and pulled the blanket up over his broad chest, letting him sleep on your bed for the night.

“She messed with the wrong people. We’ll show her tomorrow,” he said before drifting back to sleep. You smiled at his determination, your doubts put to rest.

“Goodnight, Toshi,” you whispered as you lay on the floor with your spare blanket, the storm continuing to roll in the background.

You finally shut your eyes as you prepared yourself for the day ahead.

The day when you would become Shinso Hitoshi’s fake girlfriend.

#bnha imagines #bnha x reader #mha imagines #mha x reader #x reader #x reader imagines #x reader imagine #shinsou hitoshi x reader #shinsou imagine #bnha shinso hitoshi #hitoshi shinso x reader #mha shinsou #bnha shinsou #shinsou x reader #shinsou hitoshi #hitoshi shinso imagine #shinso x reader

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