#anyway. thank you for a kind ask sorry it got salty at the end

[greenerteacups]

Hello! I wanted to let you know how amazing your fic is, it seems my life now revolves around Friday mornings. I think it may be one of my favorite series ever, not just fics, your stuff is better than most published works I have read. I really could go on and on. Suffice to say, thank you x1 million for just putting this out there for us.

I had a couple curiosities! Is it ever hard to restrain yourself and just post 1 time per week? Or is that necessary for your creative process?

Also, your fic is rapidly growing in popularity, do you ever get worried about how that might change your audience?

Thank you again for the amazing thing you've written, I feel super lucky to be reading it in real time because I know this is going to be one of those legendary classics.

Thank you so much! You're wonderfully kind, I really appreciate it, and I hope I can live up to your expectations!

Weekly posting: Posting once a week is actually something I started for my own sanity — posting it regularly/serially is better for audience response, so there's a natural incentive to do it, but it also gives me more time to write ahead. And having all of a book prewritten in advance is really important for me creatively, not only so as to avoid the possibility of cliffhangers, but also to feel immune from the pressure to change the story based on what audiences want.

Growing audiences: Oof, it's been wild. I've been sort of boggled by the response to my little fic; it was entirely unexpected and the most I can do is work hard to deserve it. For the most part, an increasing audience has been a wonderful, wonderful thing, and I've been so grateful for everyone who's been offering support and praise. I'm seriously insanely lucky. My only point of frustration is that, in general, as a fic grows, readers seem to perceive increasing distance between themselves and the author. For instance, people in my comments have increasingly started to address each other instead of me, or have left comments seemingly without the expectation that I'll read them. But when someone comments on the fic, they're still sending that message directly to the author, and I think that some people might... well, they either don't know that, or they don't care. Like, the audience/author distance might be greater than it is for a fic with only 300 hits, but it's not like I'm a showrunner, or some other media production bigwig who'll probably never see 99% of the feedback generated by fans; it's still my pet project that I read basically every scrap of feedback for.

And sometimes (rarely — most of my comments are just so wonderful, and I don't want to sound ungrateful, but) people do say weird or unnecessary things. One comment for the last chapter read, "if krum dies im gonna drop this fic ngl," and that just irritated the hell out of me. Like, if that's your opinion, cool. Your reading habits are none of my business, and I sincerely encourage everyone who needs to take a break from Lionheart — or, hell, even loses interest — to go find something that sparks joy instead. Reading fic should bring you pleasure. No hard feelings, swear to God.

But my frustration with that comment, in particular, was: you do realize that you've sent that message directly to my inbox, right? You realize that was the first thing I read when I opened my comments section after a long afternoon of writing? Someone directly informing me, the author, that a narrative decision (which, either way, I already made about 4-5 months ago) will lose me a reader? And how does this person expect me to react? "Oh, no! I have to go back and rewrite 90,000 words of the story — God forbid I lose you, Single AO3 User Who Left No Other Comments! How can I live with myself if you're not here??"

It's just a bit frustrating. And, to the point — I say this politely, with respect — but if you seriously can't handle seeing characters die, then maybe don't read the fanfiction that's rewriting a series where very many characters die. Just a thought.

#someone left a similar comment after I posted Chapter 30 #which just made me roll my eyes #these clowns act like they're the author's personal muse #'unfortunately i am no longer enjoying your fic and i must stop reading' ok? have you mistaken me for your book club president? #anyway. thank you for a kind ask sorry it got salty at the end

[heich0e]

getting into a fight with roommate!makki over something petty and stupid and saying something unreasonably, unjustifiably harsh.

his eyes widen a bit in the wake of your words, and after a moment of tense silence he just shuffles off to his room without saying anything, leaving you to wallow in the living room. your stomach pangs, a deep dull ache, as his bedroom door clicks closed softly.

he tiptoes back in after the dust has settled a little bit.

"are you really that mad at me?" he asks as he leans against the doorway, not daring to get any closer to where you're curled up under three blankets on the couch.

"no," you murmur remorsefully, curling a little further into yourself, "i'm just... being a raging bitch because i'm on my period."

"oh," takahiro says, nodding a little in understanding, "word."

it's quiet for a moment as the bad reality TV show you're watching drones on in front of you.

"well... i'm going out," hiro says after lingering for a while, slipping away towards the door. you perk up just in time to see him slip out of view, and you debate calling out and asking him to stay. asking if he's upset with you. but you let him go.

your phone rings half an hour later.

a photo of you and hiro from the summer, issei sandwiched in between you, flashes on the screen. a happier, warmer time. you free your hands from your cocoon of solitude and reach for it on the sofa cushion beside you.

you hold the cellphone between your shoulder and your ear as you reach for the remote to mute the TV.

"hello?" you answer the call.

"are you like... eat something grumpy, or like burn something grumpy?"

an incredulous, bewildered laugh bubbles up from your aching stomach before you know it.

"what?" you ask, confused, smashing the mute button on the remote because it doesn't seem to want to cooperate. finally the sound cuts out from the television. "what do you mean?"

"i'm wondering if the ice cream i'm getting is enough, or if i should buy like a couple dozen eggs and some fireworks so you can blow them up," makki replies from the other line. you hear the steady beep...beep...beep of a checkout scanner at a convenience store in the background of the call.

you slump back against the sofa, slinging your arm over your eyes as you laugh.

"you're an idiot."

"and you're mean," he returns your insult. "a weaker man might have cried with some of that shit you pulled earlier."

you sigh, nuzzling your nose further into the crook of your arm.

"i said i was sorry," you mutter.

"you didn't actually, and i'm still out here buying snacks for you anyway," hiro responds with a chuckle. "you're lucky i grew up with two sisters and this is not my first time on the receiving end of a menstrual cycle induced rage."

you laugh too, all breath.

"sorry."

"apology accepted. so do I need those eggs or not?"

"no eggs," you reply decisively.

"roger that," hiro says, and you can hear the smile in his voice. "i got vanilla and mint chocolate chip. that good?"

"that's great," you agree appreciatively. "can you get something salty too?"

"i'm not made of money, y'know," he quips, but you hear rustling that sounds suspiciously like a bag of chips on the other line.

"oh, really?" you muse, "this is news to me."

hiro snorts.

it's quiet for a second, and you hear the checkout beeping again but it's a bit more distant.

"...you need tampons or anything?" he asks, before mumbling a quiet 'shit why are there so many kinds?' under his breath

"i don't," you're quick to spare him. "but thanks... for thinking of me."

"yeah, yeah," makki brushes off your gratitude and clears his throat. "all in the name of feminism or whatever."

"you're an idiot. come home soon please."

hiro laughs. your stomach hurts a little less. "you got it, boss."

#hanamaki takahiro x reader #hanamaki takahiro x you #makki x reader #makki x you #tw periods #hq drabbles #hq writing #writing

[vodika-vibes]

Happy Follower Celebration!

May I request: Hound, angst/fluff?, white clover & anemone - perhaps Hound has done something wrong (or, quite wrong) to f!reader, and is trying to make up for it. I imagine perhaps somehow a romantic fubar, but could be anything. I'm mainly going for hurt/comfort here!

Thank you so much, and grats again! 🌑

I Promise

Summary: After Hound forgets your Name Day, just like everyone else in your life, you're feeling down. Luckily, your boyfriend can be a sweetheart when he wants.

Pairing: ARF Trooper Hound x F!Reader

Word Count: 1447

Warnings: Angsty but there's a happy ending

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: I hope this is close to what you wanted. But so you know, I got sad and teary while I was writing it. So...uh...sorry? Also, I tried to switch to Hound's POV for the second half, but I'm not sure how I did.

You’re mad.

Well. No. Not mad. Mad you could deal with. Disappointed, maybe, is the better word.

You’ve been dating Hound for about three months at this point, and up until now, it’s been perfect. He’s kind and loving, and whenever he plans dates he always makes sure that the both of you have so much fun. And sure, none of his dates are exactly high end dates like your friends go on, but you’ve never minded because the dates have always been geared towards having fun.

And you think it might be love, because you’re at the point where you can’t picture your life without him in it.

But this hurts.

You don’t have any family. And your friends are always so busy.

And you thought that Hound would be here to celebrate with you. But he’s not and you kind of feel like crying.

You shouldn’t have to spend your Name day alone.

And yet, that’s exactly what you’re doing.

Hound hasn’t even sent a message wishing you a happy name day.

And you should probably be mad about it, because you know he saw the date on the calendar and he even asked about it, but you don’t have the energy for mad. Just sad. And disappointed.

And starting to think that maybe, just maybe, you’re more invested in the relationship than he is.

Slowly you rest your chin on your folded arms, and you stare at the cupcake you bought yourself. It’s beautiful. Tastefully decorated with frosting that looks like flowers and with a candle neatly arranged on the top, and just looking at it makes the lump in your throat harder to ignore and burning in your eyes all that more obvious.

Your gaze flickers to your comm, as you check it one more time, and your shoulders slump. Not a single message. From anyone. Not from Hound, not from your friends-

“It’s a stupid thing to celebrate, really.” You say to your empty apartment, as you sit up and push your chair back and get to your feet to shove the cupcake somewhere else.

Maybe it’ll hurt less tomorrow.

Spoiler, it never does.

You carefully put the cupcake in the fridge, after pulling the candle out and tossing it in the trash, and then you grab the bag of take out menus. You feel awful enough that you’re not going to make it worse by forcing yourself to cook.

You dig through the menus, until you find the one you’re looking for. Greasy, salty, horribly unhealthy comfort food. You’re going to regret it in the morning, but you can’t bring yourself to care now.

After all, you did just find out that you’re apparently not important enough to anyone you care about for them to even send you a name day message. 

You sniffle and wipe your eyes with the sleeve of your shirt, and then you place your order, enough food that you’re not going to be able to finish it, before shoving the menus back into the bag, and pinning the bag back onto the fridge. 

For a moment, you trail your fingers over your comm, your gaze lingering on Hound’s contact information. Maybe you should call him…just to make sure he’s okay. You hesitate for a moment, and then you sigh and drop your comm back on the table.

No. He probably won’t answer the call anyway.

You wipe your leaking eyes one more time, and then vanish into your bedroom to change into something more comforting. No point in wearing nice clothes now, after all.

“Kriff, kriff, kriff-” Hound curses under his breath as he dodges through the crowded streets to get home. “I’m so late! Damn it, Fox, why’d I have to stay?” He bitches at the memory of his older brother.

He slows to a walk as he reaches the apartment complex, and he digs through his pockets for his fob to unlock the main door. Only to pause when a delivery speeder pulls up, “Hold the door!” The young man shouts.

“Ah, sure-” Hound holds the door open for the young man. His gaze drops to the clearly labeled bag of food and he arches a brow, “D’you need the lift?”

“I do, yes. I’m heading to apartment 306.” The young man says, and Hound jolts. 

“How about I take that for you. 306 is my apartment.” He explains to the young man. Hound takes the bag of food, and offers a tip, before he summons the lift himself. 

He eyes the bag of food curiously.

His cyare only orders Manacetti’s when she’s had a bad day. But she normally also complains to him about bad days. Hound quickly digs his comm out of his pocket and scans through his messages, just in case.

No. Nothing.

No warnings about you having a bad day. No messages at all.

He stops in front of theapartment and keys in the door code while balancing the bag of food and his comm, and he heaves a sigh of relief when the door opens.

It’s been a long day.

“Cyare! I caught the delivery kid in the lobby, and have dinner!” He calls into the house. The quiet house. The radio isn’t even on. Hound’s lips turn down as he sets the food on the hallway table and quickly pulls his armor off, “Cyare?”

“You didn’t have to do that,” His perfect cyare says as she steps into the hallway, a ghost of a smile on her pretty lips.

Though Hound isn’t paying attention to that. He’s looking at her red rimmed eyes, and the tear stained cheeks. “Cyare? What-” He stops as a memory from several days earlier slams into him. “I forgot that today’s your Name Day.” He says.

Her lips waver for a moment and she blink rapidly, “It’s okay-”

“No. No it really isn’t. I’m…so sorry.”

“You were probably busy-”

“That’s not an excuse,” Hound interrupts, “Kriff, cyare, I made you cry-”

She hastily wipe her eyes, “You…it’s okay, no one remembered-”

Hound’s heart sinks, “…not a single person remembered?”

Her shoulders hunch as she shrinks in on herself, “...it’s a stupid thing to celebrate, really.” She says softly, though her voice is shaking, and Hound knows that the only reason she’s not crying is because of sheer stubbornness.

Carefully, he guides her into the house properly, and sets the bag of food on the kitchen table, before he slowly pulls her into his arms. “I’m so, so sorry, cyare.” Hound whispers in her ear.

“It’s okay.” She replies automatically.

“No. No it isn’t. We, my brothers and I, don't have Name Days. But I know today was important to you, so it should have been important to me.” Hound lightly strokes her hair, “I’m so, so sorry.”

She sniffles, and he rests his cheek against the top of her head as he feels tears soak through his blacks, “I thought that maybe you didn’t…” She hesitates, “That maybe this relationship meant less to you than…-” she seems unable to finish the sentence, and Hound tightens his arms around her.

He presses a light kiss against the top of her head, and then slowly pulls back, his hands coming up to cup her face. Slowly, he wipes the tears off of her cheeks, “Can I let you in on a little secret?” He asks.

She sniffles, but nods.

Hound leans in and bumps his forehead against hers, “I love you.” He whispers, and her eyes widen as she looks up at him in astonishment. “In fact, my love for you is undying. Forever and eternal.”

She drops her gaze, shyly, but there’s a small, genuine, smile on her lips, “You love me?”

“Undying love.” Hound corrects with a small grin, though it fades, “I’m sorry I forgot your name day. I’ll do better.”

Her gaze lifts to meet his gaze, “Promise?”

“I promise,” Hound drops a hand from her cheek, and he holds out a pinky, “Pinky promise, even.”

A muffled giggle falls from her lips, and she hooks her finger with his, “Alright.” She sniffles one more time, but favors him with a slightly watery smile, “I bought enough food for the both of us. And I have a cupcake we can share-”

“Oh no you dont,” Hound leans in and kisses her nose, “After dinner, you can eat your cupcake, and I’m going to dig through all of our stuff and make you a proper cake.”

“...you know how to bake?”

“How hard can it be?” Hound asks with a grin, before he ducks his head and kisses her, “Happy Name Day, Mesh’la.”

And she finally flashes a proper smile, “Thank you.”

#star wars #tcw #vodika-vibes follower event #arf trooper hound x reader #hound x reader #star wars fanfiction #x reader fanfiction #f!reader fic #answered asks

[angelsanarchy]

Tangerine Skies: Possum x Y/N Series CH 6

Tagging: @svgarcaine @icarus-star @romanroyapoligist @tempt-ress @madamemaximoff06 @shady-the-simp @liquidsmoothdomme @auggiethecreator @ethical-cain-vinnel @blacksoul-27

TW: Oral sex, deepthroating

Y/n woke up to Possum's hard on pressed into her back. Possum snored softly into her neck and she reached between them to stroke him.

"Mmm I like dreams like this." He groaned as he stirred.

"Yeah? How do dreams like this usually end for you?" Y/n had felt him grow harder in her hand as she turned around to face him, his grip on her body not allowing her to straddle him.

"Usually with me having to get some wetnaps from a gas station for my sleeping bag." He kept his eyes shut as he laughed and Y/n couldn't help but notice how young he looked like this.

"Well If I use my mouth, you won't have to use wetnaps." Y/n kissed his chest and he groaned. His grip on her loosened and she slithered down to his cock, placing little kisses below his bellybutton.

"I don't know that I will last very long. This is the most I've cum in a while...consecutively anyway." Possum sat up on his elbows watching Y/n closely.

"I just want to choke on you for a few seconds and you can cum whenever you want." Y/n smirked licking the tip. He hissed at the feeling and watched her spit on his length. She tried to push a bit of his pubes out of the way of her mouth as she started to bob her head slowly, letting his dick probe the side of her cheek. She suckled the sides, teasing him slowly before she took the majority of him in, gagging instantly.

"Fuccck. Fuck fuck fuck." His head fell back but he remained propped on his elbows. She could feel his hips trying to stay still but whenever he thursted just slightly she pulled off. She kept trying to keep her hair from falling into her face and Possum noticed, taking her hair into his hands and holding it as he watched her gagging.

"I'm about to blow." He moaned and Y/n could taste the salty spunk hit the roof of her mouth with force before sliding down her throat. He whined with every little pull as she milked his cock to semi-softness before crawling back on top of him.

"I'll never be able to wake up in this tent without a hard cock now." Possum breathed making Y/n laugh.

"Sorry not sorry." She shrugged. Possum smiled at her before glancing at his phone.

"Shit I'm late." He got up and started shuffling about his tent, paused and kissed Y/n with a smile.

"Thank you for the wake up call." He ran his thumb over her bottom lip.

"Anytime." She smirked putting her clothes back on. She watched him gather his things and she almost thought he was preparing to pack it in but he turned around and looked at her.

"I need to ask a huge favor." He took her hands into his and she shook her head.

"What's wrong?" She asked concerned.

"I need you to watch my little brother. I can't take him where I have to go today and I don't want him to worry. He just needs to eat a few times and he'll find the facilities on his own." Possum explained.

"Where are you going that you can't take him?" She asked curiously

"I'm doing a delivery for a guy and if I get caught up, I'm afraid of what they'll do to him." Now Y/n was worried.

"Possum...please don't do anything stupid." Y/n said making Possum freeze.

"It's all good. I can handle it. Will you please do this for me? I don't trust him with anyone else." Possum pleaded.

"Are you in some kind of trouble that maybe I can help with? You don't have to do something that could get you arrested." Y/n tried to talk him out of it.

"I'm always in a little bit of trouble but it's been nice to come back home and have something make it all worth it." He smiled sweetly at her.

"I'll watch him but I want you to stay in touch with me. I'll worry if you don't come back." Possum kissed her quickly and pulled her phone from the picnic table.

"I just put my number in your phone. Try to text me and not call. Calling could get me in some sticky situations. I promise to come back." Possum put his hands on her shoulder and she nodded.

"Hey, you can trust me. I've done this a million times." Possum grabbed his bag and handed the smaller one containing his brother in it to Y/n who took it.

"Please be careful." She said making him roll his eyes.

"Of course! I'll be late so you two don't wait up." Possum gave them both a kiss on the forehead before taking off towards the main road on foot. Y/n watched her phone like a hawk most of the day, keeping an eye on Opossum and trying not to worry.

She wished she had his location and not just his cellphone number but that seemed like a bigger request after only knowing someone for this long. She was startled by a text message and she opened it to see a photo of Possum standing next to a tent in what looked liked like a camping store. The picture was of him looking mischievous and the caption read:

"This tent just gave me a boner...I hope no one notices." Y/n smiled at the text.

"Never thought I'd be jealous of a tent." She replied getting a laughing crying emoji and an alien emoji back. She started to worry less knowing he was at least in a store where other people could keep tabs on him. Maybe he would be alright.

#Possum #Possum x Y/n #Welcome to Willits #One Shot Series #Tangerine Skies Series #Tangerine Skies #Rory Culkin #Culkin Cult #6/9

[ryuichirou]

More Tweels/Idia hcs!

Anonymous asked:

I don't know if you'll ever see this but: I LITERALLY LOVE YOUR ART!! The whole reason I got a tumblr account was literally to be kept updated on your posts. your Jade x Idia posts keep me alive genuinely. So of course I'm here to ask for your fav headcanons on Jade x Idia or the Octotrio x Idia in general (bottom idia for the win)

Anonymous asked:

feed us more bottom idia hc's 😃... and possibly jadidi 🤔

Anonymous asked:

AHHHHH I just stumbled upon your tumblr a few days ago and I love your Jade/Floyd x Idia hc's!! MORE please

Anons!! Thank you so much for sending so much love our way, it means so much I can never stress it enough. I am very happy that you like our stuff, both headcanons and drawings <3 whether you’re new here or have been with us for a while, we appreciate you a lot.

Sorry for the late reply! Here are some more Jade/Idia and Floyd/Idia hcs; some neutral ones, some spicy ones, some a bit fucked up ones. I won’t be writing anything about Azul this time because posted a new bunch of Azul/Idia hcs not so long ago, but he is mentioned a couple of times!

Jade makes snacks for Idia sometimes (sometimes sour, sometimes sweet, sometimes salty) and asks Azul to bring them to him whenever he goes to a board game club meeting, which always makes Azul super annoyed because he isn’t Jade’s errand boy + Idia doesn’t want to eat anything anyway. But even though Idia always says that eating stuff that Jade has made sounds like a dangerous game, he got used to munching on whatever Azul brings him. Making sure that Idia-san always remembers him + inconveniencing Azul at the same time? Sounds perfect to Jade <3

If Idia visits the Lounge (which doesn’t happen very often, it’s a pretty rare occasion, to be honest), he always tries to find the tiniest, least noticeable place to sit, but he always gets all the attention, because Floyd sees him, drops whatever he’s been doing and jumps on Idia’s couch to lean on him, chat with him, tease him and even squeeze him a little bit, not caring at all that Azul will absolutely yell at him for that. And even though it’s always a super stressful thing to Idia and he would prefer Floyd not to jump him like that, whenever he visits, his heart starts pounding very loudly, because his body is aware that Floyd will notice him and react very soon. It’s 50% him being scared and 50% of weird anticipation that makes him feel a bit ticklish down there.

Despite the fact that it’s easier to catch Floyd in his eel form, the first twin that Idia saw in his eel form was actually Jade. It was his first time seeing a merman in general, and since it was a dark pool and Idia didn’t realise what he was looking at at first, he got kind of freaked out. But also mesmerised at the same time. Idia ran away the moment Jade noticed him and look at him with his scary glowing yellow eye + avoided him after that point, but he still couldn’t escape the visual of Jade’s huge slippery heavy-looking tail that was constantly on his mind.

But the first Leech to actually touch Idia in his eel form was Floyd. That wasn’t a planned encounter either; Idia pretty much just fell into the pool in the most ecchi anime convenient way possible. But Floyd caught him, grabbed him with his huge hands, left a couple of scratches with his fins and claws, and slid Idia’s entire body on his own tail. Idia ended up not only wet, but covered in the eel slime, cold and weirdly aroused. He just got rid of weird eel-related dreams that Jade caused..!

Compared to Floyd, who touches, kisses and bites in a very overwhelming manner, Jade gives Idia some moments to “breathe” during sex, but this only makes things worse somehow. Because Idia’s brain just shuts off completely when he is with Floyd, but Jade makes sure that Idia is constantly aware of how exactly he is getting fucked, what sounds he makes, how his body reacts and how Jade’s dick creates a bulge inside his stomach. Jade always stops just in time for Idia to catch himself yelping pathetically and twitching, moments away from orgasm. And Jade always smiles like a criminal that is about to betray and shoot him when it happens…

Jade’s and Floyd’s dicks are pretty much the same size-wise, but the way they operate them is different; after having sex with Floyd Idia feels completely ruined. Not in a horrible way, but even if it’s been days, his insides remember how it felt when Floyd was shoving that thing deep inside his body. So it’s not unusual for Idia to spend a couple of days in bed after having sex with Floyd, especially considering the fact that if he moves his legs in the wrong way, he’ll probably trigger a spasm that’ll send a shockwave of pain and pleasure through his whole body.

Idia still isn’t sure why this whole thing keeps happening and why the tweels keep chasing him to have sex with him; he kind of was sure that they would lose all interest in him after a week or two. But even though he acts annoyed and even freaked out by them, somewhere deep inside it feels weirdly good to know that these two think about him so much that they just can’t get enough of him. This is such a cringy thought for Idia… but suddenly realising that Jade or Floyd could fit his entire dick inside his butt without any problem is more cringe; is it really this loose now??

Jade and Floyd are fascinated with the way Idia’s hair colour changes when he is embarrassed and aroused, and they know that it also changes in other situations, so now they have a quest to collect the entire rainbow of Idia’s hair. The winner gets to have fun with Idia while the other watches. Idia loses either way because the idea of being fucked by one of the tweels while the other one is pissed, horned up and cockblocked sounds like a nightmare lol Idia isn’t aware of this little challenge/game of theirs, which is for the best.

Floyd approaches the challenge by making Idia experience different physical sensations. He also loves to freak Idia out, he feels like if he does it enough, he could get a cool new colour. He just couldn’t scare him enough yet… maybe if he combines it with them having sex… Or makes Idia believe that he is about to drown him and keep his head under the water for like a minute until he either cums or passes out…

Jade’s approach is to play mental games with Idia + use potions, mushrooms and other stuff that he could feed him or inject into him. He got pretty interesting results, especially when poor Idia got super delirious and confused as Jade was having sex with him after pretty much frying his brains with the newest mushroom-based potion… but Floyd said that it doesn’t really count because it’s cheating.

#replies #headcanons #jadidi #floidi

[harus-simp]

Bombastic side eye 🙄

-Shuaibo x reader-

Warning:a little bit angsty maybe, but not really (ends up in fluff)

Requested: may i request shuaibo x reader please i love you writing.

can you write a scenario when hes jealous because reader was getting too friendly with the other trainees🙌(Anonymous)

Author's note: hey sorry for taking too much time on it anon, but I just didn't have any inspiration :((

Anyways, hope you like it and that it was worth the wait :))

Thank you for requesting <3

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Visiting your boyfriend on a day out of practices and occupations makes him so happy, however seeing how you spend your time with other trainees makes your day not too enjoyable

Ah, what a nice day to rest for all the hard work shuaibo had done memorising the choreo and the lyrics! He couldn't help but think he was gonna sleep so much and just forget everything for one day. How wonderful does that sound? Just enjoying his free time without doing nothing already felt good for him,but could you blame him for being like this? Absolutely not.

However, his nice and cosy morning and day would be soon interrupted by all his team members, aka the Switch team, coming to wake him up sneeking into his room tiptoeing quietly and then looking at him with a stupid smirk on their faces.

Shuaibo observed them with a look that settles between a weird look and a confused one.

"What?"he said with annoyance of being disrupted from his beauty sleep, as he watched how everyone was looking at him almost laughing.

"It seems like someone is looking for you"pointed out park hanbin.

"Huh?"he responded with confusion written all over his face.

"Go see it yourself"

He reluctantly got up and changed his clothes to something casual to look at least presentable for whoever was trying to visit him. He went through the long corridors with his hands hidden on their pockets, until he got where he was indicated by his team mates.

However, he wasn't expecting his girlfriend to be right there waving to him happily.

"Hey there!!!"

"What are you doing here y/n?"he asked astonished.

"Can't I come and check up on my boyfriend?"you answered with a pout.

He smiled slightly at your question and eventually brought you to a warm hug finding you absolutely adorable.

"Well, yes you can but I wasn't expecting you here".

You hugged him back with a wide smile spreading through your face.

"Well, so what are we doing just standing here?"you asked ready to walk through the corridors. "Won't you present me your friends?"you pointed at them, who were kinda spying on him a lil bit because honestly they were curious to know who you were 👀

"Ah...yeah"

"Are you his girlfriend?"asked Kamden.

"Yes I am, it's a pleasure to meet you all"you smiled kindly at them.

Oh, when I tell you the chaos you just formed...

"Really? We can't even get him to talk much about him"

And with that they literally dragged you to interrogate you, leaving shuaibo a little bit behind watching them all with a kinda disgusted expression.

How could you be spending more time with the Switch them instead of him, his boyfriend? You even offered them a box of cookies wich you had made for him. Shuaibo knew it wasn't your fault tho, you were a really kind and generous person in general so you couldn't help but offer them what you brought, but still he was salty about it.

When you finally decided that enough talking had been done you went up to shuaibo to go to your house and have an indoors kinda date. He just nodded kinda coldly and grabbed your hand to get you both out of there, without having an opportunity to wave the others goodbye.

.

.

.

When you got home, you noticed him a little bit distant and he was annoyed at every little thing.

"Hey baby, would you like some cookies I made?"

"Ha, so you are giving me the leftovers I see"he said glaring at you.

Oh, he was definitely jealous.

Really jealous.

You went up to him with your secret tool, your puppy eyes. He had never ignored those cute little eyes you made to him, so you just hugged him looking directly at him:"Please forgive me babe?"

He answered you by giving you the biggest side eye and looking away from you, knowing well that if he kept the eye contact he would have given up to being mad, but he couldn't just forgive you right away.

"Please it wasn't my intention to ignore you, but your friends just dragged me away, what could I do? Please bubs?"you said

That was it,that cute little nickname? Hell no, he couldn't stand it anymore, he couldn't keep being mad at you. You managed to make him crack up a smile as he hugged you tightly.

"Alright I forgive you"

"Hehe"you laughed at him softly, making him want to protect you at all costs.

"What, should I do with you?"he asked sighing loudly.

"Well, for now you can help me make more cookies for the both of us"

"Hm,that sounds tempting tho. Girls night?"

"Girls night it is"you smiled softly going to your room to grab beauty masks and nail polish for both to use while you just gossiped and talked shit about mnet those you didn't stand 💅💅💅

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#boys planet #boys planet drabbles #boys planet fanfics #boys planet reactions #boys planet headcanons #boys planet x reader #zhang shuaibo #shuaibo #kpop

[miss-andromeda]

hey Andi! 💞 how u doing?

I have a few questions for you ☺️

if you could be an animal, which one would you be and why? 🐾

what’s your favourite snack? 🥨

do you prefer salty or sweet? ✨

what’s your best and worst memory from your childhood? 💭

and what do you love the most about Donnie? 💜

I’m sorry if there are too many... love ya 🫶

Andi: No worries! And I'm doing well, thank you for asking. 😌

If I were an animal, who would I be...hm, interesting question. I think I'd be a mute swan; beautiful and elegant, but actually quite dangerous. Kind of like me, in a way?

Anyway, sorry. Off topic.

Next one! It's not really a snack, more a meal, but I love miso ramen, especially made by my friend Mr. Murakami. But if you want a snack answer, I'd say either kettle corn, dark chocolate or salt and vinegar chips.

Okay, hm..it depends on my mood. When I want to decompress at the end of the day, I prefer more sweet stuff - cookies, some chocolate, stuff like that. But if I feel like just having a snack, I like more salty stuff, like pretzels or salt and vinegar chips.

Oh, this is gonna be interesting. I'll start with the good first.

My best memory is a toss-up between when my first sleepover with April when I was 13 (the 2 am brownie incident,) or when I was 6 and won my first school science fair. I made a prototype of a bionic arm and so many people crowded around it. Though I nearly got in trouble by threatening a kid to go away when he wouldn't stop poking it.

Worst memory...okay. *takes a breath* So, I was 13 and in history class. I was researching for a paper I was supposed to write when I was called down to the principal's office. And when I got there, there was the principal and two police officers. The lady asked me if I knew why they were there, I shook my head no, and she kind of sighed and knelt down to me, and told me that they got an anonymous call to come to my apartment...and they found my dad dead on the floor. *shakily sighs as she fights back tears* I remember just shaking my head and begging them to tell me it wasn't true, a-and I started crying...because, well...he was all I had as far as family. I don't know my extended family and my mom disappeared after they divorced, so to lose the last piece of family I had...it killed me.

Um...c-can we move on now?

Dee, off screen: One more question, hon!

Andi: *nods slightly, calming down* Okay, good. *realizes what she said and looks at Dee* Really?

Dee: Just answer the question, please?

Andi: *shakes her head* Fine, fine. Um...*reads question and blushes* Jeez, another about Don...alright, fine. I'd say just...how genuinely kind he is. He's never once made me feel judged or belittled or anything like that - and I've told him some dark stuff too. So to have that level of of respect and love from someone is just...really nice. I know, it sounds very bare minimum, but it's true. Not a lot of people have made me feel so...loved.

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Thank you so, so much for the ask! 🩷🩷

@tinkabelle19 @kikithedreamerwriter @jasminarts01 @m1dnyt3-w0lf @margoteve @thelaundrybitch @happymoonangel @raphsmuneca @android-cap-007

#all's fair in love and science #oc andi rhodes #ask andi

[belltrigger]

Hello again, i have another Headcanon about the boys and i wanted to share it with someone (i'm not courageous enough to start posting by myself, sorry for basically using you-)

So, like, we know Emmet's voice is flat and emotionless, whereas Ingo's is booming and full of life.

What i thought about was phone calls.

Whenever Emmet goes to answer, people (not everyone, but the ones that doesn't check well) think they ended on their shared voicemail thingy (like, "Hello, this is [name], i am busy at the moment, please call back later") because nobody sounds happy when doing these, and... Well, Emmet.

So i thought, wouldn't that be funny if, adding to the whole depression of Ingo disappearing, people added a "He doesn't even answer ! He's so disrespectful ! We know he misses his brother, but still, this is unprofessional-" (maybe it could even bring the police to dislike him, and them letting go easily of Ingo's case after some time, already salty about Emmet "not answering the phone")

When in fact Emmet always answered, but people hung up on him after 2 or 3 words.

Anyways, thanks for listening to my forced TED talk

(I apologise for coming to you for that, sorry for being my headcanon listener lmao)

Hello Anon! \(￣︶￣*\)

I am sorry that the overall fandom is still so volatile and aggressive enough that it makes you feel uncomfortable to post and share your interesting ideas. But! Hopefully things will change for the better, and the internet can be more relaxed soon.

That being said! I don't mind having you send these to me! I don't actually get many asks and I do like answering them! ヾ(•ω•`)o So in actuality, thank you for your ask! I appreciate it!

You know, I actually connect really strongly with this! I worked in a call center for two years, and I got hung up on quite a bit because people thought I was an automated phone call. In reality, I was actually calling to check in on repairs that had (or hadn't) taken place, to ensure service had gone well. So it was an important call that was dismissed because my Customer Service Voice is quite different from my normal voice.

So poor, poor Emmet! Starting everything with "I am Emmet" doesn't indicate if it's a recording or not, and he probably uses the same cadence for it each time. "I am Emmet. This is a recording of my voice. Please leave your message. I, Emmet, will return your call." is how I imagine it.

When Ingo was around, Emmet had more life to his voice - at least to *them.* Much like how they believe Ingo's expressions are vibrant, Emmet's voice is wonderful and kind to them both. To outsiders, it's very difficult to discern those things. When Ingo has disappeared, Emmet's voice is flat even to himself, but everyone else just goes "isn't that how he always sounds?"

That's probably the most disheartening thing to him, that no one can tell just how devastated he is because of his smile and flat voice, neither things he can "change" to outsiders.

Emmet calls *Ingo's* voice mail himself, and tries to emulate Ingo's voice. It just makes him sad. And he thinks maybe emulating Ingo's voice helps!! Maybe people won't hang up on him anymore.

It still happens.

#submas #anon ask #angst #Emmet headcanons

[horrorslu7]

A fic on how would Corey react to someone flirting with the reader right in front of him? 🫶

Hiii, thank you so much for requesting! I hope you like how it turned out, and I'm sorry if its kinda short. Also this is post Michael Corey.

Foolish.

Summary: Corey couldn't be more proud to be your boyfriend. He loves you so much, he would do anything for you. And any obstacle that threatens your relationship deserves to be eliminated.

Pairing: Corey Cunningham x fem!reader.

Trigger warnings: Mentions of murder, blood, catcalling

Corey didn't use to be as hot-headed. He never lashed out on you but his temper was significantly shorter than it was before.

You don't remember if you ever told him but you kind of liked this new version of him. You loved him no matter what obviously but you have seen how much bullying he received from basically the whole town before he snapped and changed.

To be honest you didn't know with certainty why he changed but you just figured one day he simply grew tired of how everyone treated him.

You were the only person that never treated him badly, you were his angel, his light, his whole world. He never wanted you to leave him, and he didn't like it when others would comment on your relationship negatively.

People in town were nosey and they would often gossip about you two. He knew that but simply didn't care, most people weren't brave enough to say that stuff to his face anyways.

Except for some people. It usually didn't end well for them.

It was a friday night, you two had movie night and last minute decided to watch one more movie. You were craving some salty treats you didn't have at the house and he was craving some sweets so you two decided to make a quick run to the gas station to buy said snacks.

He insisted that he could go on his own because, yeah you two would be together and he would keep you safe obviously, but he still didn't want you to go out at night.

You two bought the things you wanted, got out of the store and started walking. You had one bag in hand and Corey had another bag in hand while his arm that was on your side was over your shoulders.

You were walking home while talking about random stuff and you walked by a guy on the street, he checked you out but you tried to not pay any mind to it.

Until you passed him and heard his voice. "Hey there sweet cheeks, what do I have to buy for you to get your number?"

It was disgusting but also you just wanted to get out of that situation so your first instinct was to walk faster, but your boyfriend Corey stopped and looked at the guy.

"What did you say asshole?" Corey asked the guy, his arm left your shoulders which made you hold his arm trying to calm him down somehow.

"You heard me freak, if you can date her then I definitely can too." The guy said looking at you with a disgusting and lewd expression.

Corey immediately let go of the bag and went to beat him up but he just landed one punch right on the nose before the guy started screaming and you tried to tell him to just go.

He wasn't planning on leaving but after seeing your expression of fear watching the guys nose start to bleed, Corey knew that it was best to save the confrontation for later.

After throwing a few more insults his way, Corey took the bag again and you two walked away.

You two made it home. Corey asked if you were okay, and after watching the movie and making sure you were asleep he went out and made sure the pig who catcalled you didn't make it out alive another day.

Obviously, you didn't find out and you didn't paid attention to the news when they said that the body of a young man was found slaughtered next to a bridge.

#corey cunningham x reader #corey cunningham x you #corey cunningham #halloween ends #I forgot to put the fucking tags

[autisticempathydaemon]

Hello hello, thank you for doing these match ups for us! Never done one of these before so I'm excited to see who I'll end up with. 💕

- What song are you fixated on at the moment? What lyric or verse, and why?

Great Wide Unknown by Pealeaf. Technically, I love the lyrics in their entirety but especially this: 'There are things we'll never know

Wish I could find a way to live like this forever

But there's a burning in my soul

And these days, it burns brighter than ever'.

As well as

'These stars were never mine to chase

I'll chase them anyway

Take me to a land far away

This path was never mine to take

Was my fate set in stone

Or just one thread in the great wide unknown'

Because after years of not getting anywhere in my life, I'm finally moving forward.

- Enneagram/Mbti:

The Loyalist, INFJ-T

- Do you love gargantuan Youtube video essays, and if so, which is your favorite and why?

Does currently watching Hardcore Singular Type Pokemon Nuzlockes count? If not, then I enjoy essay videos on revitalizing abandoned landscapes.

- What is your go-to way to fall asleep?

Laying on my side. Sometimes, I put on a yt video.

- If you had to change your name, what would it be, and why?

If I had to, I'd choose Inga, cause that's what my mom would have named me (it was dad's turn for me :p ) and I think it's a cute name.

- What is your favorite of Redacted’s audios, and why?

Torn between 'caught stealing your alpha werewolf boyfriend's hoodie' and 'your yandere friend wants to be closer to you'. For the former, I love the sweet vulnerability and the casual touches, the relaxation and bone deep love. For the latter, the way Blake helps the listener fall asleep works so well for me, him humming softly at the end... and I love manipulative/gaslighting characters. :')

- What Redacted boy holds no appeal to you, and why? Like, not the one you hate but the one who you don’t get the hype for.

Eeeh. Aaron, I suppose?

- Tell me about that one book/movie/tv show you know all the words to.

Lord of the Rings (Movie Edition). Especially Return of the King.

- Which Redacted boy are you platonically attracted to? Like- forget dating, which dude do you want to be your best friend?

Asher. Sorry, David, I hope you can share. Or Huxley. He's the actual sweetest dude who deserves the world and then some.

- Do you have a go-to thing you ramble about when you’re tired, and if so, what is it?

No, I just get grumpy when I'm tired.

- Tell me your go-to gas station and drink combo.

Eeh. Salty Pringles and a cola/orange fanta combo drink.

- Tell me about your favorite playlist at the moment.

Freelancer season 1 and Fallen Empathy Daemon. Yes, I am unable to decide once more. Outside of that, my Favorite Video Game Music playlist featuring mostly calm bgms and the occasional boss theme.

What’s your guilty pleasure media, and why?

Any type of dating game with yandere characters. I like the psychological horror aspects as well as the devotion. Is that kind of relationship toxic irl? Hell yeah it is. Do I still love games about the topic? You bet I do. Also, farming simulator games like Stardew Valley or Rune Factory.

Anything else?

Perfectionist (but slowly letting go of that), late-bloomer, creative. Whenever I have a moment, I get lost in my head, thinking up scenarios or plot for a new fanfic I'll never write. A cuddlebug but I feel more comfortable initiating and I prefer it if people ask before they touch me. I work with kids and I genuinely love my job despite the mental and physical exhaustion. I've got a very dry sense of humor and I actually love silly puns and humor.

Hope you have a good day!! ♥️

I know Fred and Bright, like, aren’t actual children (I imagine them as no older than twenty but still), but they’re basically Sam’s kids, and I just think he would more than appreciate a partner who likes kids and wouldn’t mind dating a single dad /hj

Something I think works well between Sixes and Eights (which is what I strongly hc Sam to be) is that both of you can be so… I don’t want to say guarded but careful with trust and intimacy. That shit has to be earned, and when you do get to know one another, you’ll learn how well-matched you are. Sixes are fueled by the desire to have security and stability, and Eights are fueled by the desire to lead and protect. Fundamentally, you are uniquely situated to be everything the other needs. 

I also think Sam would be the perfect cuddle partner for you. Ever since that second video where he politely asks permission to lay hands, even in an emergency, we’ve known for sure he’s so careful about consent and boundaries. I can easily imagine the two of you settling down for a LOTR movie and him waiting with open arms for you to reach out at your pace and comfort level. (Gosh, wouldn’t that be so cute, you showing him the trilogy for the first time and excitedly telling him about how Viggo Mortenson broke his ankle?)

Song:

But here's a map, here's a shovel/ Here's my Achilles' heel/ I'm all in, palms out/ I'm at your mercy now and I'm ready to begin/ I am strong, I am strong, I am strong enough to let you in

Thank the lord for you, I have been waiting for someone I can match with Sam because this is my Sam song; I think of him every time I hear it. In my head, this is his internal monologue as he confesses. He’s lived such a long life of being hurt and protecting himself from more; trusting you enough to let you in, to not hurt him more, to acknowledge that risk is the greatest act of love of which he is capable. 

Runner-Ups: 

Milo’s a really cute possibility, because Sweetheart also strikes me as a recovering perfectionist, so I think he’d be a really supportive partner in that respect. “Who’s expectin ya to do all of that? It certainly ain’t me and damn sure shouldn’t be you.” is something I can hear him saying in his voice, if that makes sense. Also, I see your love of yanderes, hence Flyboi!Ivan. I ain’t pairing you with someone who got all them tendencies, because I love you, but we can have a little of that, the potential of the crazy as a treat /affectionate

Note: unrelated but bruh how you feelin after that Balance season finale because wowee Blake

Want a match-up of your own? Read this post, and tell me about yourself! 💌

#redactedasmr #redactedverse #redacted asmr #redactedaudio #redacted audio #redacted #busybee matches

[emmlovesmarvel]

Chapter 7 - Upward & Onward

A/N

So I actually wanted to continue this story because I love WandaNat so much and I miss writing about them so here we are. Hope you guys are okay with me continuing it. Also feel free to interact with me about this story or about anything else! I am really enjoying the writing community and I like to think I’m fun to talk to. Anyways…enjoy this chapter! More to come!

Max POV

I’ve stayed in my room for the past 48 hours just trying to process all that’s happened. I haven’t had much of an appetite to keep meals down except for soup or small sandwiches but I go out of my room to hydrate and snack occasionally. And to also let moms know I am alive but not well. I told them I love them and am so thankful for them, but I just need time by myself to process and isolate a bit. I’m not sure why, but it always helps me. They’ve been so understanding and kind to me which I can never thank them enough for.

I’ve cleaned my room and rearranged it because who doesn’t enjoy rearranging their room at 11pm randomly? I also decided to take charge of my space and make it safe and comfortable for me. Jay had always had a say in what I wore, how my room looked like, what I ate, and when I exercised. Rearranging and cleaning was so liberating and freeing because I got rid of everything and anything that had him tied to it. I came across a photo booth strip when Jay and I were first together. We were at our school’s Sadie Hawkins dance and they had a bunch of cute props and funny clothes to dress in. He was kissing my cheek while I am stupidly laughing. I don’t realize I’m crying until I taste the warm salty liquid that had flowed down onto my lips. Did I make a mistake? Maybe he really loved me.

No. He loved having control. Somehow he manipulated me into giving up control. How could I be so stupid and not see it? Natasha Romanoff raised me for Christ’s sake. I am good at reading people and their intentions. Was I that desperate to be with someone romantically? Or did I really just fall in love with an abuser? How did he knock my walls down and build new ones to trap us in so no one could break through them? He made me so closed off to who I loved most.

Yet they always loved and accepted me. No matter how broken, angry, sad or mean I was. They continued to be what they promised they would always be. My loving mothers. I’ve never had to worry about not having a father or fatherly influence because Wanda Maximoff and Natasha Romanoff are the best of both worlds. They made an unstoppable and all powerful team. And they loved each other and me with everything they have. Why didn’t I ask for help sooner? I was breaking them. They had to watch the thing they love most, go through what I went through. I am so underserving of their love and protection yet they give it to me freely and in never ending amounts.

I can almost feel mama’s arms around me, holding me in our safe space. Wait. These arms are real. She’s holding me on the floor of my room. Shit. She must’ve felt me crying or mom must’ve heard me. I didn’t mean to wake them.

“Shh…shh baby, you’re okay. I’m right here. Let it out. You’re not alone, Max. We are always right here.” Mama says, placing her hand on my chest.

“S-sorry. I didn’t mean to w-wake you.” I sob.

“No, my love don’t apologize. It’s okay. I’m glad I could be here. I’ve missed you, my heart.” I can feel her smiling on that last part.

“I’ve missed you too. More than you could ever know, actually.” I watery laugh.

“I like what you’ve done with the place. It’s much more…Max.” She says to me as we make eye contact.

She smiles through her tear-filled green eyes. She kisses my forehead and I close my eyes, remembering what this feels like. I’m instantly warmed to my core and I feel my shoulders, then my jaw, and finally my abdomen completely relax. How does her touch just do that? Mama is always warm and soft. She is strong like mom and like Uncle Pietro was, but her demeanor and energy is always soft. She knows exactly how to make me feel calm and safe with a simple hug or kiss and I think that is truly her biggest superpower.

“Do you want to talk about it?” She asks resting her chin atop my head and stroking my hair and back.

“I just feel so stupid. And then I get angry at how stupid I was. And then I get sad at how I treated you and mom.” I reply dryly, finally composing myself.

“Your mind is putting you through the most vicious cycle I think, our minds can ever go through. All of these feelings are valid and they make complete sense. But once your mind finally relieves you of these feelings and thoughts, you will see what mom and I see. There’s no way you could’ve predicted Jay would be the person he is. There’s just no way. And I have extremely powerful empathetic powers and I didn’t even see it until after a while of you being together. And your mom being the scarily good spy she is, didn’t see it until I mentioned it to her. Even Auntie Lena didn’t see it.

I know you might think this is useless right now, but Max this is in no way your fault. This is all on him. You are not stupid for falling in love with someone or wanting to help them better themselves. You are the best kind of person because you have that quality.” She finishes and kisses my forehead.

“How do you do that?” I ask.

“Do what?” She tilts my head up to look at her.

“Know exactly what to say, know how to make me feel better with one touch, are perfectly empathetic..” I trail off.

“I didn’t use to know how. Your mom helped me in all of these ways. And your uncle Vision. And…you. I learn from you every day. I just have more practice putting what I’ve learned into action. Which by the way, you are way more ahead of where I was at your age. I was a closed off, moody, emo, and sad teenager. Which I guess encompasses the teenager lifestyle. But you Max, have always been resilient, strong, happy, helpful and thoughtful. You will get through this, my love. Take all the time you need. Grieving can’t be planned or controlled. Let it come and go. When it comes, you can come to me or mom. Or if you need to just isolate, do that. We just don’t want you hurting yourself. We would never judge, but we just want you to be safe. I love you so much, my heart.” She hugs me tighter as I reflect on what she said.

We stay there for a while until I start getting tired. Mama stands up and takes my hand, pulling me along with her. We reach her room and climb into their bed. Mom instinctively pulls me into her, placing a kiss on my head. I hug her back with as much ferocity and we eventually fall asleep.

Wanda POV (1 night before her conversation with Max)

Max hasn’t come out of her room since we all went to bed the morning after she told us everything with her nightmare. I know this will take her some time to process and try to understand what will happen now. I just can’t help but worry for her. I can feel her loneliness and sadness. Nat is helping me separate what are my emotions and what are Max’s.

“I just worry about her.” I say crying into Nat’s shoulder.

“I do too. We have to respect her wants though. Especially now. She needs to make sure she knows she isn’t controlled here like she was with him. By the way, I called Fury this morning and he says that he can have Jay locked up in a matter of days. The pictures I sent him of Max’s bruises and other scars were enough to make him sick. It’s Yelena we have to keep an eye on so Jay doesn’t mysteriously go missing.” She finishes making me chuckle.

“It’s so hard to feel what she’s feeling Nat. I’m glad I understand but I just hurt so much for her.” I defeatedly express.

“I wish we could take it all away from her.” Nat says kissing my forehead and pulling me into her again.

We suddenly hear her door creak open and light footsteps following it. Max comes out wearing sleep shorts, a tank top and a messy bun. She looks so cute but that thought is quickly replaced when I see the bruises on her upper arm and the one around her neck. I try to swallow my obvious expression of worry and protectiveness when I see her look up with tired eyes.

“I’m alive. I’m just getting some water and fruit. I love you guys. Thanks for respecting my space. I don’t know when I’ll be ready, but I promise it won’t be like this forever.” She says hugging Nat and then me. I’m glad she’s eating something because she hasn’t been eating a ton lately. This is evident when I can still feel every bone in her upper body which makes me hold her tighter. I just want to take all this away from her. She pulls away and smiles.

“We love you too, our heart. What fruit do you want?” Nat asks sweetly.

“Mandarin oranges and grapes?” Max asks.

“Coming right up.”

She takes her water bottle and fruit back to her room and shuts the door. Nat and I look at each other with so much love and sadness at the same time.

We both sit down on the couch and finish out the night with some Criminal Minds.

It’s now the next evening and Nat and I are getting ready for bed. We saw Max only once today. She had changed her clothes and was freshly showered. I know it gets harder for her to do her basic hygiene routine when she is depressed and we were expecting to have to help her but I’m proud she’s doing it on her own. She grabbed some more water and a small sandwich I made her earlier.

We were finally in bed and I was on the cusp of sleep when my chest started to burn and I felt my core tightening. This came out of nowhere. Then I heard soft muffles from Max’s room. She’s crying. This time it’s really bad. There are so many thoughts that are so loud. She is having a hard time breathing. I get out of bed and stand in front of her door assessing if I should enter or not. I follow my gut and enter her room and see her on the floor holding a photo strip. Her room looks completely different. I love it. She must’ve not heard me walk in and sit down behind her.

I pull her small frame into me and gently hold her. I rock us back and forth a bit until she understands what’s happening.

I feel her trying to breathe in more air and I shush her. I start rubbing circles on her back and kissing her head. I’ve missed her so much. She’s been in our house this whole time but I’ve barely seen her. I didn’t realize how much I missed hugging her. She fits so perfectly in my arms and I relish in it.

Once we are silent and content on the floor after her talking about her feelings, I stand up. I pull her hand up with me and lead us into our bedroom. Nat wakes up slightly when Max lays down. She pulls her into a hug and kisses her head. I rub her arm up and down until we all fall asleep. I can feel a glimmer of hope. It’s my own feeling, but Max’s too. She will get through this.

Nat POV

I wake up to the small but mighty snores from Max. She looks like she’s actually getting some good sleep. These past days have been so rough for her. I’m glad Fury is taking care of Jay so we can focus on Max’s healing. We need to help her eat some more and get on a good sleep schedule. Wanda is a bit better at helping regulate emotions in the house where it’s easier for me to manage everyone’s physical health. We make a good team for this reason. Although sometimes Wanda is reminding me to eat lunch as I work through paperwork and I reassure Wanda that Max will get through this and that she needs to prioritize her own emotions so she doesn’t spiral.

I get up and grab my phone. I step into the living room and call Yelena.

“Hey Nat. Everything okay?” Yelena asks as she picks up.

“Hey. Yeah everything’s looking up. Max and Wanda had a heart to heart last night which seemed to help them both.”

“Well that’s good to hear. How is Fury with arresting Jay?”

“They’re still processing the evidence photos. After that’s through, they’ll pick him up. Listen Lena, I know you want to kill him, get in line, but I think Max would benefit from some Auntie time. I think she would open up to you a bit more and maybe start realizing this isn’t her fault. She also needs some help and encouragement with eating.”

“I just booked my flight, I’ll be there in 2 days. I’m glad Fury is on it. That son of a bitch doesn’t deserve to see another ray of sunlight.”

“You have that right. Maybe while you’re here, you could-.”

“No, Nat. I can’t. I messed up bad with Kate. I need to give her some time.”

“Yelena, come on it’s been months. She still stops by here checking in on Max and us. I can tell she misses you. You just need to make the first move. Just tell me you’ll think about it.”

“…Fine. I’ll think about it. Happy? I’ll see you soon. Love you, Natasha.”

“I love you too, Lena.”

I start preparing breakfast when I hear light footsteps walking towards the kitchen. Max. I look up to see her cute face still trying to wake up.

I turn to face her completely and she wraps her arms around me and leans her head on my shoulder. I hold her back tightly and trace my fingers up and down her back. I’ve missed her.

“Did you sleep well?” I ask pulling away a bit.

“Yes. I always sleep good being in your arms.” She smiles back.

“Well I am glad to be of service. I love what you did with your room. You can use our card to buy some more stuff you want.” I tell her and I feel her nod.

“Also, I just got off with Auntie Lena and she lands here Wednesday night.”

“Really?! Ah! I’m so excited! Maybe she will finally talk to Kate.” She laughs sitting down on the barstool.

“Oh trust me I said the same thing. She says she’ll think about it.” We both laugh.

I see Wanda come out yawning and smiling at us. She hugs me and kisses me sweetly before going behind Max and hugging her. She sits down next to her and I hand them both coffee. We finish up eating our breakfast and Max goes to take a shower.

“I’m glad to hear Lena is coming. That’ll be good for Max.” Wanda says helping me clean the dishes.

“That’s what I was thinking as well. They have always been two peas in a pod. It’ll be good for her to have someone else to open up to…” “What happened last night?” I ask looking up from the sink into Wanda’s eyes.

“She found an old photo of her and Jay at the Sadie Hawkins dance last year and she got overwhelmed and cried. I just couldn’t take her being in there all alone feeling like she is alone. I held her and let her know that her mind is playing through a vicious thought cycle and she will eventually break out of it. She feels stupid for even falling in love with him in the first place.” She says.

“I wish she could see it’s not her fault. One day she will, but I just wish our baby wasn’t so broken right now. She’s worthy of so much.” I say leaning into Wanda.

“She’ll see that soon, my love. She will. We just have to be there to catch her when she falls into that mindset now and again. Last night as we were falling asleep, I felt this pang of hope in my core. It was so strong. I realized it’s because she was feeling that same pang, as well as you and me.” She says kissing my hairline.

“I definitely felt that when you guys came back to bed. I’m glad she was feeling it. That’s what really counts.” I reply.

We finish up cleaning the kitchen and the rest of the house. Max joined us outside in Wanda’s garden. She kept eating all the blackberries and Wanda was chasing her around trying to get the last one out of her mouth.

“Hey! That was the last ripe one! Come here and give it to me!” Wanda screams chasing Max.

“I can’t! They’re too good mama. I have to eat this last one!” She says with her mouth full of berries, holding the last one.

Wanda eventually catches up with her and lifts her in the air making Max squeal and drop the berry onto the grass.

“AHA!” Wanda yells, taking it and putting into her mouth. Her eyes go wide as she enjoys the taste of the last ripe berry.

“That’s okay, I didn’t want any blackberries.” I say looking at them both with my eyebrow cocked.

They look at me and innocently smile at the same time revealing their purple teeth making me chuckle.

“Sorry mom. Hehe. Uh there’s some raspberries over there if you want!” Max says as I inch forward towards her.

Before she registers what’s happening, I pick her up and run around with her, tickling her sides making her laugh. Wanda joins me and Max falls to the ground trying to squirm away. We join her on the grass and look up at the clouds.

A little while later, Max takes a blackberry out of her pocket and eats it.

“YOU LITTLE!” Wanda says. Max just laughs hysterically as I join her.

“Oh and what are you laughing about, Romanoff?” Wanda asks me, eyebrows furrowed.

“She played you, Maximoff. Like a violin.” I say and we all laugh.

“Well neither of you aren’t getting any blackberries next season.” She proudly says.

We all head back inside and we are helping Max decide where to put up some new decorations that she ordered. Things are finally looking up for our family. We are moving upward and onward.

#wandanat x daughter!reader #wandanat #mama nat #mama wanda #wanda x daughter #natasha x daughter!reader #natasha x teen reader #natasha x daughter #wandanat x daughter #wanda x teen!reader

[needs-to-stop-looking-at-valves]

Can you write a story about camilo coming over to dulce's house for dinner to meet her family since she met his already

You MAY not like her side of the family. But hey, you asked for it.

"You sure you wanna do this? No one said you had to-"

"I WANT to! My mom LOVES you, and that's rare, she hates all the girls I tend to bring home. I want yours to like me."

Camilo had this in this bag. People loved him! He was the most social of social butterflies, and the only ones who hated him, were those were jealous of him. He was great to babies, kids, teens, adults, geezers-you get the idea. He held her hand on the way to her house, and she stopped him just short of their door.

"I'm just warning you she's...not easy to...well. Like."

"I got this, Mi pequeño conejito. Trust me."

Dulce sighed, before knocking on the door. The door opened, revealing her mom. He had seen her in passing, but it was different than being face to face. She was a tall woman, rail thin, and everything about her was...neat. Her black hair was thin, and cut short, her apron was immaculately white, and her eyes, although pretty, were as cold and blue as ice. She was, by definition, a cold, cut throat woman. But certainly her personality was more warm. Right?

"Ah. Camilo Madrigal. She told me you'd be coming tonight. How is your father?"

"He's doing great! I mean still short as ever, but he's doing fine. Happy to be here and-"

He was about to make himself right at home, when he recoiled at the sharp sound of wood against a wool. She had smacked her wall with a wooden spoon, demanding his attention.

"Stop. Shoes off in my house. You may use the guest slippers."

Dulce motioned to the slippers off to the side, and Camilo obeyed. They were kinda big on him, but he'd make it work, he was flexible.

"Uh anyway! I stopped by, brought you a gift!"

He handed her the wrapped box he had hidden away, and watched her open it. If her face could get any sharper, her glare could skin cattle.

"Oh. Chocolates."

"Yeah, I thought maybe you'd be sick of making your own, so I bought you some! It's the good kind too-"

"Did you get these from Osvaldo's?"

"Yeah! Why?"

Dulce grabbed his arm and whispered to him.

"Why the fuck would you do that?!"

"Get her a gift?"

"No- get it from HIM, they HATE each other!"

"How the fuck was I supposed to know the town bakers had beef?!"

Her mother scoffed, tossing the box in the trash can by the door.

"Thank you. They're perfect for Betty."

"Betty?"

"Mom's truffle pig. She eats all of our scraps."

"Including garbage like Osvaldo's candy. It's all filler, like everything he makes. And his house smells awful."

"You're not worried about Dolores hearing you?"

"I hope she does. Now, come, I've made dinner."

He watched as she turned to the kitchen, before looking over at Dulce.

"This is. Going well."

"She's going to have a restraining order against you at the end of the night."

She might be right. He had to TRY though, he JUST got here. They made their way to the kitchen, knowing he could at least woo her with the sweet words he had for her cooking. He was picturing something grand, like maybe some creampuffs, or some freshly made bagels with smoked salmon, or even better yet, a black forest cake with loads of cherries.

He got none of that.

Instead, he got a bowl of...something. He sat at the table, brow raised.

"So sorry but uhm. What is this?"

"Parsnip soup. Good for the gut. Eat."

He was expecting maybe bread to be added to the table, but alas, no bread. He watched as her mother proceeded to clean around them as they ate. It felt very...awkward. Like they were children being kept busy while she worked to keep her already shiny kitchen clean. At least the soup was edible, if kinda salty.

"So, Dulce tells me that your cakes are to die for, I can't say I've had them. What makes them so special?"

"They're not Osvaldo's. Ergo, they're actually good."

She wasn't giving him much to work with here. Camilo sighed, scratching his chin in thought. Thankfully, his girl came in clutch.

"Mother? Can I show him what I've been working on?"

"You may."

Dulce eagerly dipped into the pantry, before coming out with a beautiful looking yellow cake, topped with all sorts of sprinkles and frosting, and even chocolate covered lemon slices.

"It's my new recipe for lemon cake-and I think I finally got the recipe down this morning. Least I think. Mom usually tries it, but I figured you should have the honors."

Finally, something he can sink his teeth into. He helped himself to a big piece, and tucked in.

"Oh that's. Sour. Like. REAL sour. But its like, super sweet too? Hey, it's kinda like you two!"

Rosa shot him a glare, before resuming her cleaning. Dulce faked a smile at her mom's lack of cooperation, continuing on.

"Well thank you, I was going for a more sour lemon cake. It's like my problem with carrot cake-"

"You never have it with enough carrots."

"EXACTLY!"

"It's so goddamn cute how you get excited over this."

So he was kinda swooning over his girlfriend right now- could you blame him? She was like. Super cool. Made wonderful food, she was passionate, funny, and luckily for him, super pretty to boot. How she came from that, he'd have no idea. He leaned a bit to the side to look at her.

"Hey, what is your favorite kinda cake?"

"...plum. I like plum cake."

Something about that question made her uncomfortable, but he couldn't understand why. It was just cake, what was so sad about that?

"I'm more of an apple guy, but I like a good plum too. When was the last time you had it?"

She stopped wiping the counter, looking outside the window with a weird sense of longing.

"When my husband was still here."

He winced. Right. He never got the story, but he knew that we don't don't talk about her dad. Yikes. Dulce felt it too, given the way her face looked.

"Yeah we uh. Don't make plum cake anymore. Dad wasn't excited to. Well. Dad. We don't talk about it- let's just focus on the cake HERE!"

He knew exactly what to do. He nodded, getting up for a moment.

"You're right! Hope you don't mind if I get some milk-oops!"

He grabbed the milk from the fridge, only to accidentally have it fall into the sink. Rosa grumbled, clearly pissed.

"Of course. Dulce, the market is still open, come with me to get milk. He can stay here, assuming he touches nothing else. Nothing. Else."

"Cross my heart."

He crossed his heart, keeping his crossed fingers behind his back. Rosa walked out of the kitchen, and Dulce looked at him quizzically.

"What are you up to?"

"Just keep your mom busy. I have a plan-"

"Dulce! Now!"

Dulce hesitated, before leaving. Once they were out, Camilo cracked his knuckles.

"Show time. Let's get some tunes."

He stepped into the living room, and dug through the many albums for the gramophone. He found one, covered in dust. Handsome hombre on it. He shifted into the music man, sort of liking the big body and the mustached face. He started to play it, and honestly, it kind of did something for him. He didn't know why it was so dusty when he found it, maybe she was just that anti fun.

"Okay, let's get started. You can bake, you've seen tìa do it a million times."

Camilo dug through the fridge, and found all he needed. Eggs, flour, sugar, oil, and of course, plums. The guy's voice only made the activity more fun, honestly. But unfortunately, it did not get easier. He was completely winging this, all while dancing, and he sort of...well. Missed the mark a few times. Before he knew it, the kitchen was a fucking disaster zone. Batter on the counter, eggshells on the floor, flour on the cabinets- it looked like all hell broke loose. He stood there, the damn thing baked and in his gloved hands, just now taking the gravity of the situation.

"Oh. Mierda. Okay, it's cool, I can clean this before they come back-"

"We're back!"

"...shit."

Camilo turned to them upon them entering, and of course, they stood there, gawking in surprise. He was expecting Dulce to flip shit over the mess, but she said something that really through him for a loop.

"WHY DO YOU LOOK LIKE DAD?!"

"W-dad?! I was just copying the guy I saw on the album!"

"That's DAD! And you ruined the kitchen- do you want her to kill us both, idiota?!"

Camilo was going to try to plea for forgiveness, when he looked at Rosa's face. She seemed to twitch for a minute, and Camilo was terrified of her having a heart attack, when suddenly she started...laughing. Even Dulce had to pause to stare at her, letting him know this wasn't normal at all.

"Uh...is that a happy laugh, or a 'I'm going to kill you'?"

Rosa wiped the tears from her face, body shaking as she was trying not to giggle further.

"Oh, oh I'm sorry! It's just...this reminds me of exactly when I fell in love with your father. You were trying to make me plum cake, weren't you?"

He hesitated to respond, mainly because he had no clue where this was going, but he showed her the confection in his hands.

"Si. I thought, you know, you might warm up to me if I made you something you liked."

Her face went from amused, to sad.

"...that's what he told me. Word for word. Mija, you've...always wanted to know what happened to your papi, right?"

Dulce nodded, and Camilo felt as if he shouldn't be here, but when Dulce grabbed his arm, he knew he had to stay. Rosa straightened herself up, before sighing.

"He was a wonderful singer who I fell in love with. When you were born, he was disappointed that you weren't a son. So he had a child with another woman, and left the Encanto, right after you were born. This is why we don't talk about him. But...seeing his face again, in this messy kitchen. Reminded me that even though it hurt, the love is still there. I'm...sorry."

Camilo felt like this was a lot of stuff to unpack for Dulce, he could see it all over her face. It was why he said nothing as she ran to hug her mom. At least, for a good minute.

"So are we still mad about the kitchen-"

"Absolutely, you're still gonna clean it up."

Camilo shrugged. He was going to get started, when Rosa handed him the broom. There was just a bit of warmth on her face. Just a little.

"But. We will help you. Then, we'll have our cake, and it eat too."

----------------

"Your mom LIKES me! She REALLY likes me!"

Dulce couldn't believe it. Her mom, the ever proud, ever bitter, ever stingy...laughed tonight. Not an amused chuckle or condescending giggle. A laugh. When was the last time she did that? She couldn't remember. Camilo was absolutely overjoyed as they walked back to his house, him jumping around and shapeshifting as he carried a goodiebag her mom packed him.

"I...I wasn't expecting ANY of what happened tonight."

"Right?! I am JUST that good, mi vida."

Camilo was so full of himself, and honestly, he deserved to be, just for tonight. He only stopped shape shifting once they reached their front door, and she chuckled at him.

"I really appreciate it. I think that meant more to mom than you realize. She's never told me about dad before and...I don't know. I think my head is still spinning."

"I've been known to have that effect on women."

She snorted at his stupid, smug look. She really liked Camilo. He was sweet, confident, all wrapped in a goofy, honest package. It didn't help that he was honestly terribly cute. The glow of Casita's lights seemed to highlight his features, making his mop of gorgeous hair look almost like a halo.

"You know, there's another sweet thing that I was supposed to give you."

"Is it cookies?"

"Close."

She grabbed him by his collar, and pulled him right into her lips. It was a kiss that took him by surprise, given his yelp, but he sank into it as sweet as when they started. She could still taste just a hint of plum from earlier, and she savored every bit of it. She couldn't help but chuckle as she pulled away, loving that stupid look in his eyes, and the white smear against his smiling lips.

"Not cookies, but definitely pretty sweet~"

She was about to kiss him again, just because he looked like he deserved it, when the front door to the Casita opened. Félix was letting out some of Antonio's animals for the night, and he jumped a bit upon realizing what was going on.

"Oh, sorry, sorry! I'm interrupting!"

Dulce, mostly in a sudden bout of embarrassment, pulled away, clearing her throat.

"No no, it's f-fine. I was just dropping him off anyway."

Camilo held up the box in his hands, clearly excited about it.

"I brought home a snack! Oh and her mom gave me a goodie box too."

When she realized what he meant, she hid her face with her hand, and punched his shoulder with the other one.

"Oh my god, I'm going home, goodnight, the both of you."

She started to walk back home, not turning around as Camilo cried out that he 'loved her and her sugar kisses'. How embarrassing.

But she thought he was sweet too.

#not transformers #asks #encanto #why was this so fun to write #probably because its camilo in love and hes earned it

[jackienautism]

update on the fire emblem playthrough! i've just started part two and let me just say. absolute ROLLERCOASTER of emotions since my last ask omg. i did manage to recruit the non-eagle characters i was most interested in (marianne, ingrid and felix. also i forgot to mention in my first ask but sylvain is also there since he was. easy to get). sadly i didn't manage to get raphael who was my next pick, probably because i kept accidentally skipping time (skipped a whole month by accident, and then later skipped a day of exploration without training bc edelgard asked me to come with her. and if i'd had that one day of training i would've gotten him too!! im so salty..) </3 living a sad raphael-less life now.

currently my absolute favorite is dorothea and it's kind of killing me that i'm not gonna romance her this playthrough (because i've gotta go with edie.) next playthrough however.....

i also still really love bernie and caspar those are my besties. i never disliked hubert but he's really grown on me. OH and i didn't even MENTION petra in my first ask which should qualify as a crime. i love her so much.

as for the other eagles, i still like them! i feel like i've already listed most of the eagles hang on who's even left.... linhardt and ferdinand. yeah they're chill! not on the same level as the rest of the eagles to me, but i do still like them.

and as for the recruits from other houses, marianne is definitely up there! although i feel like you have to work a little more to get to know the characters you've recruited from other houses, and the only one i've really gotten to know is sylvain. who i do like, honestly, but he just can't compare to the majority of the eagles lmao.

even though it's like... abundantly obvious by the rest of my ask. i did end up siding with edelgard. uhhhh other story related thoughts hmm.. OH jeralt's death was really sad.

idk i'm having fun!! still enjoying the combat, still enjoying the life sim, and still enjoying the overall plot. excited to see what happens next! LMAO this ask is mostly just me listing all of the characters i like and not much else whoops.

you have no idea how happy your updates and asks have made me <3 thank u so much for sending these in!

SO GLAD YOU'VE MADE IT TO THE SECOND HAAAALF... you got there quite quickly WOW good for you! but yeah dfgjndfg and don't worry things are absolutely going to heat up even more <3 esp if you werent able ot recruit raphael <33 atleast i think so? i havent played crimson flower without recruiting him so i cant remember exactly what happesn... but yeah. AND SYLVAIN YEAH DFJGDFG he was also there for me my veeeery first run. i assume you chose f!byleth right? i think its so funny how he immediately says yes if youre a girl. glad you were able to get the non eagle characters though! youre def gonna be happy that you did 😭 i tend to recruit like everyone. even the characters i dont find myself attached to. just cause. well actually theres a reason but i wont say anything jsut yet

SORRY THAT YOURE LIVING A RAPH-LESS LIFE THOUGH ): glad you were able to get the other 4 but <//3 you have my condolences. did you accidentally skip the whole month when you had to explore jertiza's room? bc i did that during my current run djfjdfg i just. totally forgot abt it. i read the message that appeared and did not comprehend a single word. BUT AGUGGH THAT SUUUCKS MAN, IM SO SORRY THAT YOU WERE THAT CLOSE TO GETTING HIM. BUT ALAS.....

DOROTHEA<333333333 YOU HAVE SPLENDID TASTE. CAN YOU BELIEVE SOME PEOPLE HATE HER? STUPIDITY... anyway byleth and you and i (i assume) have 2 hands so why can't we romance both edie and dorothea? yk? have fun romancing them though i love them both so much<3 such lovely choices you are so cool

BERNIE AND CASPAR!!!!!! SO REAL AND TRUE IM HAPPY YOU FOUND YOUR PEOPLE... and the same thign happened w/ me and hubie fdkgjnf i didnt hate him perse but i just didnt reallly care and then i got his A support and justt.... oughhh. AND PETRA THE BELOVED!!!!!! SHES SO AWESOME.... she deserves all the llove in the world

fair enough! ferdie had to grow on me... but yeah his development regarding edelgard and whatnot got 2 me i guess. i love him dearly. plus his timeskip design rocks. and linhardt my boy linhardt.... i just think hsi disdain for fighting / war and his desire to just chill under a tree due to all the trauma and pain he's gone through is cool. hes gone through and is going throuhg a lot and he deserves a moment of complete and utter. tranquility

MARIANNE MY GIRL<33 but no youre absolutely right. you def have to go the extra mile to learn more abt characters who arent in the house youre teaching. which really sucks, but atleast you get a little insight into them and their characters before diving deeper in their respective route? sylvain is def a good choice, hes absolutely a very interesting character to me. but the black eagles my beloveds

glad you sided w/ her <3 wont even lie i was extremely afraid you wouldnt like her after what happens in part one and whatnot. bc i dont blame anyone who does. i just think most of the common reasoning against her is dumb. BUT YEAH. VERY HAPPY TO HEAR THAT LOL first impressions are super important ofc but things could sooo easily change.... esp in edie's case..... bc shes such a morally grey character. and also a girl so . and we know how fandom reacts to morally grey girls. ANYWAY/ RIGHT ? HIS DEATH MADE ME SO SAD. GOING THROUGH IT FOR EVEN THE SECOND OR THIRD TIME ... hes a great faather and i think his voice is cool

DW IM SO GLAD THAT YOU SPENT THE ASK TALKING ABT YOUR FAVES..... and im so happy that you seem to be really enjoying it so farrr ouguh... hope the rest of crimson flower and the other routes dont disappoint! feel free to chat whenever :D im always free to do so!

#asks #anon #mine #text #my thoughts #my FE tag #FE #FE3H

[bastillewolf]

Shinigami Eyes (II)

Pairing: Corpse Husband / Reader

Summary: After you distastefully kill Corpse in a game of Among Us, he wants you to make it up to him and invites you to come over for the week.

Notes: Thank you so much for the love on the previous chapter, I’ve never gotten this many notes before. I hope you enjoy, and maybe leave an ask if you want to? I can’t promise I have time to do them, but I’ll pick out a couple.

Also, I might rewrite this. I kinda rushed it because I wanted to finish it by tonight, but there will be a final and third chapter to this afterwards. Please do let me know what you think.

Tag list CLOSED!

Shinigami Eyes - Pt. II

5… 4… 3… 2… 1…

Impostor

You were teamed up with Sean.

Your fist violently slammed down on the desk. “Goddammit! I don’t want to be impostor anymore! This game has no compassion for my poor nerves.” It was the third time in a row now, and you were really craving to do normal tasks now without all the scheming. “Fuck it, I don’t care if they kill me. I’m just gonna do my thing without thinking about it.”

You decide to follow Toast for a bit to watch him do some task. You kill him in Laboratory. You vent back to Launchpad and take your time walking towards MedBay while the kill button restores. You meet up with Corpse, and follow him while pretending to do wires in the Y-hallway. You watched the green bar go up, and continued. Sabotaging and then fixing lights, you made sure your place with Corpse was settled. Then the body of Lily was reported.

As you expected, Corpse easily vouched for you as he’d seen you do a task. The round was skipped, though Rae was sussed for ‘chasing’ Sean, by his own words.

“Corpse, you’ve grown weak,” you muttered to chat.

You were in Greenhouse, and decided it would be best to kill him there and sabotage Reactor. “Sorry baby, but I can’t keep following you around.” You quickly set off Reactor and murdered him in front of the plants. “Your blood shall keep the plants hydrated.” You did an evil laugh. “Pretty sure that’s not how it works, though.”

You vented down to MedBay and as you walked out you met up with Rae. She’d be the vouch who would confirm you weren’t anywhere near Greenhouse. “I’ll just have to fix my own sabotage so they’ll never suspect me.” You helped her with the handprint, and noted Sykkuno and Felix being there. Sean sabotaged lights, you killed Sykkuno, and ran out to follow Lily into Laboratory. Felix reported the body.

“Holy shit,” Rae gasped. So far, five people had died. You only needed to kill one more person. “It was Felix!”

“Wait, what?” the man in question asked. “I was fixing Reactor!”

She mentioned that only you, Sykkuno, Felix and herself had been there and that you’d helped her do handprint. “Sykkuno must have fixed it, and then you killed him!”

Sean asked if you’d seen anything.

“No, the lights were out. I followed Rae into Laboratory after the scan.” Your voice didn’t tremble or raise, a tactic you’d taken up from the best lair in the group. Well, the one who was now dead. Oops. “I haven’t seen Felix this entire game, though.”

He was evidently at a loss for words, so the group was quick to vote for him.

Pewds was ejected.

Victory.

You thanked Sean for a good game who was laughing his ass off. “I can’t believe you did Corpse like that! Poor guy!”

“I deadass thought you were innocent,” Corpse replied, “I’m hurt.”

“Why do you still sound dark and menacing when you say something like that?!”

You agreed with Sean heartily, “He’s just salty I’ve bested him at his own game.”

“Hey now, no need to actually insult me.”

The group laughed. You decided to call it for the night, right before Corpse did the same.”

 ***

He was calling you again. “What is it this time, you salty?”

“Salty? Nah, never,” he said, but you weren’t convinced.

“Then why you calling?”

“What, I can’t call my friends after playing a nice round of Among Us?”

“Not when you lost the game and you call the person who you lost to. Kinda sus, dude.”

“Alright, maybe a little salty.” You smirked.

“Aw, you need me to make it up to you?”

He laughed. “What did you have in mind?”

A bunch of thoughts, most not rated PG-13, crossed your mind. You were suddenly starting to feel uncomfortable. This was probably just something innocent, which got twisted in your fucked-up mind. You shrugged, “Uh… I don’t know.”

“I got an idea.”

“What is it?”

“Come over this week. You said you needed a break, right?”

“That sounds more like you’re doing me a favour instead of me making it up to you.”

“I don’t have any friends. You’d be making it up to me by being the first physical person here in years. I usually don’t invite people over.”

“Wow, I’m flattered. So, you don’t consider me to be your friend after all?”

“You know that’s not what I meant,” he chuckled.

“Sure, sure. Tell me that again when my presence suddenly brightens your life making you not want to get rid of me, ever.”

“I’ll keep it in mind.”

 ***

You walk through the gates following a hoard of people, all the while still feeling drowsy from not getting any sleep during your flight. At least you didn’t have any turbulence and landed safely. Glancing around here and there with no result, you figured Corpse would be waiting outside, until you spotted a figure clad in black a little ends away by the escalator. You were glad you were still awake enough to have found him, because he appeared to silently linger halfway behind a fern.

At least, you hoped it was him. The only indications were his clothes, mask and dark hair. You saw him run a hand through it, and identified the chipped black nail polish and familiar rings. Oh yea, that was him alright.

He seemed to be paying more attention to the floor until he saw two feet appear in his line of sight. “Hey,” you awkwardly greeted. A bit taken a back, he replied, “Oh, wow. Hey.” A mask was covering the bottom of his face, but as far as you could see his eyes were a very dark shade.

“Wow?” you repeated. He chuckled, scratching the back of his head. “Yea, sorry. It’s a compliment.” You held your elbow out in a safe-distance gestured hello, but he shrugged you off. “You’re gonna be staying with me anyways.” Suddenly in a daze, you felt him wrap his arms around your waist and instantly hugged him back. His baggy sweater felt warm and soft to the touch, and strands of hair tickled your face. You very much tried to repress your smile and blush, but how could you? Hugging someone wasn’t supposed to feel this good. When he pulled back he reached down to take your suitcase from you. “I don’t own a car, is it okay if we take a cab?”

“Y-Yeah, of course,” you stuttered, “But it’s on me. Same with food and stuff.” “Don’t worry about it,” he chuckled. “No, you’re letting me stay with you and a hotel would’ve been a lot more expensive than this. It’s my treat.” “Yeah, we’ll see.” He gave you a look and even with the mask you could tell he was smirking underneath it.

It’s about half an hour drive to his apartment complex, and it’s rather nice. “All that YouTube money paying off, huh?” you asked in amusement. “You’d know,” he replied. You insisted on carrying your suitcase up the stairs yourself, which he silently shook his head at, until after a few flights he noticed you struggling and settled on carrying the thing in between the two of you. “How many clothes did you bring?” “Oh, it’s mostly filled with bricks I might need to throw at your head.” He laughed at that.

His apartment was simple, but cosy. “Home sweet home,” he said, almost sarcastically. You furrowed your brow at him. “I’m sure you could’ve had it a lot worse.” He reluctantly agreed.

He helped you set down your luggage in what appeared to be his bedroom, where the curtains were still closed and the black bedsheets fresh. He had a few pieces of fanart up on his wall, and some on his closet. You turned to him and gave him a look. “You’re not sleeping on the couch.”

He quickly shook his head, “You’re not sleeping there. If you won’t let me sleep on the couch I’ll sleep on the floor.”

“If you’re sleeping on the floor, I’m sleeping on the floor.”

“Yeah, we’ll see about that,” he murmured. “What?” “Nothing.”

He suggested playing video games as you were both too tired to do anything else. You’d landed quite late yet were still confused about what time it actually was. Flying is weird. You hopped onto his couch and grabbed a controller.

He sat down next to you, but suddenly seemed tenser than before.

“You okay? You can just go to sleep if you want to.”

He shook his head, “Nah, I don’t sleep a lot. It’s fine.”

You didn’t stop looking at him, though. He was still wearing that mask. “You don’t have to take it off, if you don’t want to. I understand if it makes you uncomfortable.”

“It’s not that, I just…” He took a deep breath. You hadn’t expected him to take it off then and there. You stared at him, your mouth slightly agape, controller barely held by your numb hands.

“Disappointed?”

It was as if he was expecting you to make a face or something, but you didn’t give him anything, except for a blatant “Nope” and an “Are we gonna play now or what?”

“You don’t have anything else to say?”

You shrugged, and looked him up and down again. “You’re kind of what I imagined you to be.”

“What’s that?”

“Handsome.”

Neither of you could stop smiling for the rest of the night.

You eventually forced him to sleep in his own bed, even going as far as to shove him into the room and keep your weight against the door so he couldn’t get out, so he eventually relented. “Inviting you here was a mistake.” “How come? All I’ve done so far is look after you!” “You’re a nightmare.”

You mostly stayed in for the week, which you didn’t mind at all. Being in such a closed-off environment with someone you got along with was nice. He attempted to get you to lift the weights in his room and succeeded for around fifteen minutes until you nearly dropped a dumbbell on your foot. You ordered take-out from his favourite restaurant, watched horror movies until you adapted to his sleeping schedule because you were too scared to close your eyes now, and even streamed a bit together with your friends.

“Wait, is Corpse with you?” Rae had asked.

“No, I’m at Corpse’s. He’s sitting across from me so I can’t see his screen but we’re gonna have to share the Discord unless you want to hear an echo.”

“Ah, man! You got to see his face, too?” Sykkuno whined.

“Stop simping, Sykkuno. You get enough attention from him already.”

“Don’t worry, I still love you,” Corpse said.

“Huh?”

It was probably a good thing that you got teamed up again, because you could indeed start to see his hands shaking right as the word ‘impostor’ appeared on the screen. You reached over and stroked it with your thumb. He smiled gratefully back at you.

“Just please,” he pleaded later that day, “Sleep in the bed. If only for one night.”

“No. I’ve heard about and now seen your sleeping habits. If you take the couch you’re never going to get any sleep.” You made a real effort to show him how comfortable you were – even though your back had started to hurt already after the first night – by crawling underneath your blanket and rubbing your head into the soft pillow. He snorted.

Next thing, you feel yourself being lifted by an arm underneath your knees and one around your back. “Corpse! Put me the fuck down!” you shrieked. You knew he lifted weights, but how the hell did he still have the energy as an insomniac? He ungracefully dropped you onto the matrass and turned the lights off. “Good night.”

You quickly got hold of the back of his hoodie before he could leave and pulled. He fell down next to you with a low huff. “Fine, I’ll sleep in the bed. But only if you sleep here too.”

“I snore.”

“Don’t care.”

For some reason, there wasn’t any tension or awkwardness. You were comfortable, and the soft rhythm of his breathing seemed to soothe you. He called out your name, to see if you were still awake.

“Hm?”

“…Thanks for coming over.”

“Any time.”

This was how you would spend the rest of the nights, and whenever either of you woke up suddenly curled up around the other, you didn’t mention it or move away from it. It was the first time in years Corpse got a few nights of complete rest.

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[dreamkidddream]

AHHHHH OKAY IM SORRY BUT I JUST SAW THE CUTEST TREND ON TIKTOK AND JUST HAD TO WRITE THIS

So it’s basically where one partner is complaining about how their shirt smells and when the other person leans down to smell it their forehead gets kissed 🥺 so I had to write it for the bros 😭 I’m still doing the prompt special tho but take this as a thank you gift/self indulgent. Heavy on the ✨self indulgent✨ Reader is gender neutral!

The Brothers and Forehead Kisses (Tiktok Trend)

Lucifer

MC ew, he doesn’t want to smell your shirt if it stinks

Why would he want to do that

But you were so persistent and would not stop pestering him until he sniffed it, and he has paperwork to do so he doesn’t have time to waste

If this was a prank and Satan and/or Belphie put you up to you’re going to regret it

Rolling his eyes, he leaned down to smell only to feel your lips gently kiss his forehead

Very confused until you asked him if he smelt it. He did the same thing and got the same result

So this was your little prank, huh?

Honeslty doesn’t mind it, and is a little smug about it too

If you just wanted to kiss him, why didn’t you say so? He will happily grant your request

He rather do the kissing and on another body part, but he can never complain when it comes to you

10/10 recommend forehead kisses with Lucifer

He won’t outright ask you for them, but he will be expecting them for now on (especially when he’s stressed). Your kisses are possibly his only weakness (not that he’ll ever say that), and makes him feel all warm inside

You make him feel warm inside MC

Mammon

He’s definitely done the sniff test on his own clothes more than once, so has no problem smelling

The only problem he had was the instant butterflies in his stomach and the blush across his face after you kissed his forehead

“Oi human! W-what do ya think ya doin’?!”

Is embarrassed and acts like the kisses are unwanted (he’s not fooling anyone), until you do it again and again and again

Very dopey and starts to complain when you pull away

“Hey! You started this, s-so ya gotta finish it! And I’m- I’m not done yet!”

You dumb human! Making him feel all these emotions for you. Now you gotta take responsibility! He’s the Great Mammon after all, and he only gets the best!

He’s lying MC don’t ever stop loving on him you’re already the best

Bonus: give him forehead kisses whenever he’s upset during your pep talks and he’ll marry you on the spot. Also becomes his favorite kiss and expects them everyday

Leviathan

KING of the sniff test

Man almost never leaves his room and is either gaming or binging anime (sometimes both) 25/8 what do you expect?

Has a heart attack when you kissed his forehead

Not really but he felt like he was

Face completely red, including ears, he couldn’t even stutter out his question of why you were doing this

Were you pranking him? Was this a trick?! Why would someone like you (WAAY out of his league) kiss a yucky otaku like him?

You saw that he was getting that look again, so you pecked his forehead over and over

Completely shuts down, but in a good way!

Give him forehead kisses forever MC, especially when he’s upset in his degrading mood or about to go in a jealous rage

Becomes exclusively your thing

Satan

Another one that doesn’t want to smell your shirt

If you think it smells then change??? He doesn’t understand why you’re still wearing it

Have to practically FORCE his head to your chest, and he finally gives in

Was pleasantly surprised to feel the kiss

You make him fluster so bad MC that he chokes lmao

Tries to act smug about it at first, but you caught him off guard and he is not mad about that

Kisses your forehead everyday before you leave the house: whether it’s for RAD, hanging out, whatever reason doesn’t matter

Does it everyday, and in front of everyone ESPECIALLY in front of Lucifer, he lives to spite this man

Makes him feel like he’s a part of his own love story, and that he finally had a happy ending

Asmodeus

You are NOT fooling this man

If you want him to smell you, you gotta lie and say you sprayed some perfume or cologne and want his opinion

Well why didn’t you say so? He’ll be honored that you want his opinion but who wouldn’t? He’s Asmodeus, the best-

Did you just kiss his forehead?

Naughty MC, if it’s a kiss you wanted you didn’t have to trick him to get it~

But he didn’t mind. It makes him feel loved, a different kind, way different than what he feels from his fans, if the deep blush on his face is anything to go off of

Forehead kisses are something reserved just for you! And it doesn’t matter if it’s him kissing yours or the opposite, he loves it. He lives for it now, but only for you. This is something that his fans can never have, and they feel just a little salty about it, but they can’t stay mad for long. It’s Asmo, and MC always brings out this glow from him, and they do kinda look cute together...

Surprisingly he rather do this behind closed doors. Has no problem with kissing you in public, but it’s just more personal when it’s just you two

Keep this up MC and he may start loving you more than himself-

JK he’s obviously first place

But you have him doubting that sometimes, and it doesn’t bother him as much as he thought it would

Beelzebub

Does the sniff test sometimes, but only because if he smells food on it he gets hungry and sometimes tempted to eat the shirt

He can’t help it

You want him to smell you- your shirt? Doesn’t mind, you already smell good and he does have the strongest sense of smell in the house (probably ever tbh), so it makes sense

Now Beel is one tall demon. All the brothers are pretty tall, but he’s the tallest (even if he isn’t he’s still huge), so kissing his forehead was a challenge on his own

Is deathly quiet for a few seconds, expression serious. Then...

You see the widest smile along with the red spreading across his cheeks. Purposely continues to do it even after he knows it’s a prank, doesn’t care

You awakened the beast MC

Fully expects these kisses for now on. Every. Single. Day. Not that you mind in the slightest

He goes to you whenever he feels like he needs it. Feeling famished and food isn’t working? Forehead kisses make him feel full. Need good luck for practice and on game days? Those kisses give him an extra boost. Bored? You and your kisses are more than enough to entertain him

ALSO KISSES YOUR FOREHEAD NO EXCEPTIONS

Comes to you literally any time of the day to get your kisses. It’s better than anything he ever eats. Makes him feel better too!

Anything filled with love from you is better

Belphegor

MC what do you want?? He’s trying to sleep, and he doesn’t want to smell your smelly sweatshirt

Does the sniff test on his own clothes, but is petty enough to turn his nose at you

Maybe if you lay down and cuddle with him, he can probably take a whiff...

You fall for it (or so he thinks). So when he feels your soft lips on him, it’s enough to wake him up

You humans, always finding a way to trick people! Not that he cares that this trick has his heart racing and the tip of his ears burning

We all know he’s a sucker for affection no matter how much he tries to lie and deny it. So imagine how much he’s loving something so domestic like this

Is acting so shy, complaining about how unfair you are in teasing him, but you don’t miss the way his eyes flick from your lips to your own eyes, and the way that he positions himself for you to have easy access to kiss him again

Becomes your thing whether you like or not (spoiler alert: you do) and I mean just your thing. Besides from Beel, he’s pouting if you decide to do this to his other brothers. He’s the only one that should have your kisses, not his annoying and undeserving brothers! If you’re really sorry, you can apologize by giving him 10x the usual pecks and sleeping in his arms

Forehead kisses before napping and before going to bed >>>

The thought that he shouldn’t be forgiven still lingers in the back of his head, but whenever you give him that soft smooch on his forehead, it’s forgotten momentarily

You’re too good for him MC

You make him feel so cherished, so loved. He doesn’t know how he can repay you, make you feel the same, but these kisses are a good start

SN: should I do this for the BSD and MHA crew too 🤔? Cause I will 🌚 it’ll probably get done anyway lmao

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[finelinevogue]

Can you do one where Harry take his children and YN to one of his concert and their just dancing around singing along on stage with Harry.

i love this concept so much!! i kinda of wanna make it sad though soooo it’s gonna be harry’s final show :/ hope you enjoy;

oli - 29, felix - 27, belle - 24

The concert had been amazing, but unfortunately it was coming to its’ end now.

The final show.

That’s what Harry had decided to call it; a clever play on words with reference to his first ever solo single. The last 50 years had been a rollercoaster for Harry, from growing up just a kid in Cheshire, to going on the X Factor and winning the hearts of millions and from being in the most successful band of the decade to going solo and still being absolutely beloved. Times had changed, though. Harry had changed. He had a beautiful family of 3 now, excluding his wonderful wife. His children were his universe, no question about it, but they were getting older now - Harry was getting older. He was 50 this year and with that in mind he’d decided to retire. Retiring had involved a long conversation with you, along with a bottle of red wine, about whether it was the right decision or not. But it was - is.

You had suggested he put on one final, massive show, to celebrate his life and his achievements along with all that the fans have too. Tickets were open internationally and it was being streamed on various TV outlets for those who couldn’t attend. The tickets sold within 47 seconds. 47 seconds. It was being held in the Olympic Stadium in London, because it was Harry’s home and it held the most number of people he could genuinely allow.

The concert had started with ‘Fine Line’ songs, which merged into HS1 songs with a few One Direction songs as well. The entire set list had been composed by the fans with various polls on social media, with the concert supposedly lasting 2 hours (although with support artists and a few extra surprises it was more likely going to be 3!)

It had been beautiful so far. Magical. Unforgettable.

Every chance he got, without making it grossly obvious, he looked at you. He'd told you to stick your thumbs up at him every time he caught your eye, so he knew that you were okay - and every time, you did.

The concert was coming to an end now, which everyone was dreading. How could +30 years feel like it'd only been thirty minutes? You were devastated, so you could only imagine what his fans were thinking.

"Hey!"

The end Kiwi, for the second time, strummed throughout the arena and you knew it was time for the final song. His final song.

"Mum, is this the end?" Belle asked you, from where she was standing next to you. You had been dancing together all night and gotten progressively more tired. Your feet hurt. Your throats burned. Yet, as always, it was so worth it.

"Yes, Belles, it is." You tell her, and she pouted sadly. "Dad won't want to see you sad love, okay? He can still sing to you before bed?" You teased her, reminding her of a time when Harry would do such a thing, not wanting her to be all sad. It was supposed to be a celebration, but even you could admit that is was pretty hard-hitting.

"Really mum?" She asked.

You booped her nose annoyingly, before answering. "Every night if you want him to."

The lights changed from their green tone, thanks to Kiwi, back to a bright, white light. It beamed on Harry, making him look even more like the angel that he is. He dragged his microphone back to the centre stage and took a deep breath for beginning a speech he'd told you he'd prepared.

"So this is it, my friends." He laughed sadly into the microphone. He brushed his hair back and took out his in-ears to hear the audience. They were all awwing and crying, but what else did you expect? Their favourite artist was retiring - who wouldn't be crying a river?

"I, um. I'd like to take a bit of time to thank certain people." He coughed, something he always did after performing Kiwi due to his asthma. You thought it was lovely that he'd planned a speech to thank his management and crew. They did so much work backstage and you definitely didn't think they got enough credit for their hard work.

"Okay. I've made a little list..." Harry pulled out a tiny bit of crumpled paper from his pocket. "Just in case I forget anyone." He joked to himself, but made everyone laugh anyways. "So I guess first off, I should start with you lovely people." He pointed around the whole stadium, showing he was talking about the fans. "What you have done for me is indescribable. I think to myself, everyday, am I worthy of even being here—"

"Yes!" An army of agreement echoed around the arena, making Harry stop, blush and smile to himself.

"Well thank you! Um. You have been the best fans ever, and I know you will continue to be. I know you don't owe me anything, but all I ask you to keep loving yourselves and treating people with kindness, because I know I can count on you lot to do that, for me." He sniffled at the end, making you bite your lip to prevent the tears from falling for you. He looked so vulnerable right now, but you knew he'd be feeling on top of the world.

"Jheez." He sniffles again. "That's one thank you down and i'm already crying." He looked to his band to share the joke with.

“Dad’s such a wuss.” Oli laughed, holding his arm around Beas waist, making the people around you chuckle in agreement.

“Shut up you - Mr-tears-in-your-eyes!” You pointed out, laughing as he flipped you the bird - which then got him a hit off his grandma Anne.

All of Harrys family and friends were here, in a special cornered off section. It was such a thoughtful thing for Harry to do. All his family, and a fair few of yours, were sat down along with Harrys closest friends. Everyone was sharing laughs and drinks, whilst using every inch of space to dance along to your husbands boastful music.

"Secondly, my touring family. From Jeff and Ben, to Sarah's Kitchen, Adam, Mitch, Sarah, Charlotte and Nyoh, not forgetting everyone backstage and behind the lights, music and cameras. You've all been the greatest. Everything you do is second to none. You're all talented, warm-hearted, people whom I will carry in my heart forever. Thank you." You noticed members of the crew and band starting to tear up now.

"Moving on to my boys. We've been through it all, lads, and I couldn't have asked for four better brothers than you all. Louis. Liam. Niall. Zayn. Thank you." Everyone cheered ten times louder, maybe because this was as close to a One Direction reunion as the fans were ever going to get, but definitely because Harry had mentioned Zayn. You saw a girl faint at the mere mention of all the boys in the same sentence. The boys lifted up their beers to Harry, stood close by to where you were standing.

"I guess I should say thank you to the women who made all this possible. Mum. Gem. Thank you for signing me up all those years ago. Thank you for believing in me. You've made me the - crap, sorry! - the man I am now and I love you both." Harry prayed to them both, whilst bowing, and swiftly wiped away the tears afterwards. Anne and Gemma, on the other hand, were proudly crying.

"Ol, Fix and Belles. You rascals make me get out of bed every morning and give me more of a purpose in life. You four give me so much joy and happiness. I love you all, even if you do drive me up the wall on an early Saturday morning! Thank you, my loves." You stood close to all your children, giving them the support they needed in this moment. Belle was crying against your chest, the ever-so-emotional woman she was. Felix was stood up, with Heather, with his drink raised to his dad. Oli was to your side, trying to remain cool and stoic, but you still caught the tears that ran down his face.

"Now." The audience calmed down again after awing over your babies. Harry cleared his throat before beginning again. "This evening keeps on reminding me of a very special person in my life. Someone who is my everything and that's my beautiful wife, Y/N." His words make your breath hitch in your throat. You never expected him to say anything about you. I mean, what had you done?

"Mum." Belle called out to you, in affirmation that this was real.

"She's more than just a wife. She's a lover. She's my muse. She's my best-fucking-friend, apologises for swearing but sue me. I was hesitant to let go of all this, at first. What would I do with myself now? You know? People tell me i'm 'happiest on stage', and for a time that was true. Until I met Y/N. She's made me realise that family makes me the happiest. She makes me the happiest." He jumped down off stage, taking the microphone with him. He ran his hands along the fans in the front row, but had no intention of stopping until he met you.

You felt Belle leaving your side, but you were too captivated by Harry to fully understand what was happening.

"So what am I going to do now, you ask? Well..." Harry cheekily smiled at you. "I'm going to make her the happiest woman alive, just as she makes me the happiest man." You began to cry again and the chorus of thousands of fans clapping and screaming surrounds you, only to all stop when his lips meet yours. He tasted like a combination of salty sweat and mint, but he was home. After a minute of crying, kissing and 'i love yous' , Harry ran back to the stage before Jeff could shoot him.

"Thank you all. All my love." He said whilst adjusting his microphone. "Please sing along if you know the words." He asked, full well knowing every single person will be screaming out the lyrics to him.

"Just stop you're crying it's the sign of the times. Welcome to the final show. Hope you're wearing your best clothes."

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