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jacksintention · 4 months

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Concerning the conversation about love and hatred, I've compiled a few of the lines I've saved through these last two years that at times make me think of Jack when it comes to this topic

Estas manos, que son tuyas,

pero que al verte quisieran

quebrar las ramas azules

y el murmullo de tus venas.

¡Te quiero! ¡Te quiero! ¡Aparta!

Que si matarte pudiera,

te pondría una mortaja

con los filos de violetas.

¡Ay, qué lamento, qué fuego

me sube por la cabeza!

(...)

¡Ay qué sinrazón! No quiero

contigo cama ni cena,

y no hay minuto del día

que estar contigo no quiera,

porque me arrastras y voy,

y me dices que me vuelva

y te sigo por el aire

como una brizna de hierba.

Love has no middle term; either it destroys, or it saves. All human destiny is this dilemma. This dilemma, destruction or salvation, no fate proposes more inexorably than love. Love is life, if it is not death. Cradle; coffin, too. The same sentiment says yes and no in the human heart. Of all the things God has made, the human heart is the one that sheds most light, and alas! most night.

It is sometimes said that the sword wears out the scabbard. That is my history. My passions have made me live, and my passions have killed me.

Stronger than lover’s love is lover’s hate. Incurable, in each, the wounds they make.

I adore you, but I hate you too. You’re a prison smothered in flowers. I can’t stand this enchantment anymore, I can’t stand being bewitched like this–when I look at you, my gaze turns to nothing but a mirror of light, I’ll stare at you hypnotized for ages, and when I stop seeing you I’ll feel you, and when I stop feeling you I’ll die.

Someone tells me: this kind of love is not viable. But how can you evaluate viability? Why is the viable a Good Thing? Why is it better to last than to burn?

Life is a series of obsessions one must do away with. Aren’t love, death, God, or saintliness interchangeable and circumstantial obsessions?

she is the only thing of importance, because I have a God-relationship to her.

it is not she who binds me, but I who have made use of her to bind myself.

The thought that you exist is so divinely blissful in itself that it is ridiculous to talk about the everyday sadness of separation—a week’s, ten days’—what does it matter? Since my whole life belongs to you.

What have you done with me? he asks. I have repeated you.

But I do feel strange-almost unearthly. I’ll never get used to being alive. It’s a mystery. Always startled to find I’ve survived

Walking home, for a moment / you almost believe you could start again. / And an intense love rushes to your heart, / and hope. It's unendurable, unendurable

I clung to him as though only the one who had inflicted the pain could comfort me for suffering it.

I could be free … If I could pluck out the memory of him from my heart as easily as his heart was plucked from the fire, I could be free.

I am imprisoned by devotion. I shy away from people. I am alone. I fall into depression.

She was the world That he was losing; and the world he sought Was all a tale for those who had been living, And had not lived. Once even he turned his horse, And would have brought his army back with him To make her free. They should be free together. But the Voice within him said: “You are not free. You have come to the world’s end, and it is best You are not free. Where the Light falls, death falls; And in the darkness comes the Light.

I miss you like a knife in my throat.

Only love can save me and love has destroyed me.

Should I be grateful or should I curse the fact that despite all misfortune I can still feel love, an unearthly love but still for earthly objects?

My songs are filled with poison - Why shouldn’t that be true? My heart bears a nest of serpents And also, darling, you.

their love is like hatred

She did not yet love him enough to be cruel to him.

our hatred is almost indistinguishable from our love

under the sincere guise of hatred I simply loved […], only in this type of love (repulsion) I loved him with greater strength than had I loved him in the simplest form — attraction.

Perhaps he was handsome, perhaps I found him attractive, perhaps he repelled me too.

Struck by the abstract nature of absence; yet it’s so painful, lacerating. Which allows me to understand abstraction somewhat better: it is absence and pain, the pain of absence—perhaps therefore love?

Eroticism is the brink of the abyss. I’m leaning out over deranged horror (at this point my eyes roll back in my head). The abyss is the foundation of the possible. We’re brought to the edge of the same abyss by uncontrolled laughter or ecstasy. From this comes a “questioning” of everything possible. This is the stage of rupture, of letting go of things, of looking forward to death.

Love is madness. Doesn’t everyone agree that you’d do anything, endure anything, to be with the ones you love? So either you’re willing to let them use you with any sort of cruelty, so long as they keep you—which makes you a fool—or you’re willing to commit any cruelty, so long as you get to keep them—which makes you a monster. Either way, it’s madness.

This madness is so deep-rooted and so useful that it is impossible to realize what would become of each of us if it were someday to disappear.

If I must die of fire, why not let me die of yours: knowing that you are the author of my doom will make it more endurable to me

His desire for loyalty was naive, he hadn’t understood that being loyal wasn’t so tidy, being loyal means being disloyal to everything else.

I have always loved you / Always dreaded you

You will betray me, as I have betrayed, / And I shall kiss the hand that does me wrong

Listen: the way I loved you / was like my palm over a flame.

If I have the destruction of something that I once loved to carry with me at all times, isn’t it like I still have a companion?

One can fall in love and still hate.

and I will kill thee, And love thee after.

Yet, other characters, namely Heathcliff, Catherine, and Lockwood, remain more actively at war with love in their adult lives. Some force, as inexorable as the wind sweeping over the moors, seems to have bent their lives into a pattern of frustration that their own struggle for relief only aggravates. Their need for love is expressed, not through loving, but through the anguish of loneliness. Paradoxically, though they do not know it, this loneliness is the one condition necessary for the fulfillment of their most profound fantasy concerning perfect love: a love, that is, perfectly protected against the threat of abandonment that in childhood these sufferers learned that love entails.

I feel you there, in every pore. Your silence clamors in my ears. You can nail up your mouth, cut your tongue out — but you can’t prevent your being there. Can you stop your thoughts? I hear them ticking away like a clock, tick-tock, tick-tock, and I’m certain you hear mine.

Odi et amo. quare id faciam, fortasse requiris? nescio, sed fieri sentio et excrucior.

I hate and I love. Why do I do this, perhaps you ask? I do not know, but I feel it happen and it is excruciating.

#These were just the ones I had more at hand. I have so many lines linking to this kind of dynamic #and overall the paradoxical yet logical bond between love and hatred or resentment #I think Cathy's and Heathclif.f's relationship has a lot of this but in general Wutherin.g Heigh.ts is full of these dynamics #(I adore what is going on with Isabella when we last see her in that regard. How true‚ the fact that these loves get messy)#Charles and Adam and even Cal and Aron from Eas.t of Ede.n too #I think there's much of this explored in certain arthuria.n texts #Overall it's something I adore. The blurring of lines when it comes to feelings and relationships #To me it feels way more human and way more... realistic #How things blur into each other and get messy and dark even at times and hard to define #I don't know... I really think the fandom as a whole is always paying too much attention to that line without reading the entire text #I also dislike the claims about Jack ever only loving her and doing it all for her ✨💕 I also think it simples a lot what it's happening #But it doesn't bother me nearly as much because I don't see it that often #I talk too much #I should probably delete this later #'too much attention to that line' I mean the one about hating her #Full of typos but I can't bother to change them I'm feeling very lazy #Tumblr never implemented the tag modification for the app. A pity

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embrosegraves · 2 months

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𝕊𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕥𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝔹𝕠𝕪

Paul Aron x Fem!Reader Paul is sometimes shy about asking to touch you. He just wants to make sure he never assumes consent.

Warning: One (1) word in Estonian idk I tried. Mentions (and innocent touching) of boobies *gasp*

1.1k words hihihi

“Kallis?” [Sweetheart?]

You lifted your head from the class notes in front of you to see your boyfriend, Paul, standing at the door of your home office. He looked nervous, as if he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to be in the room.

“Paul? Did you need something?” You hoped that softening your voice would help him not be as nervous. Having been dating for just over half a year, you were quickly becoming aware of some of his ‘tells’. Things like how his nostrils would flare a little if he wanted to laugh but thought it’d be inappropriate. Or how he would be extra nervous when he wanted to ask you something because he didn’t want to worry you with things while you were doing your coursework for uni.

“I uh, I can come back later if you’re busy. It wasn’t really important.” Paul stammered a little as he answered you. It intrigued you immensely when Paul got shy, because it was such a difference to his very outgoing personality when he’s around his friends and teammates.

“Please tell me what’s wrong? I promise you’re not disturbing or interrupting me.” You held your hand out towards him, inviting him to walk further into the room. He was careful as he walked towards you, like he didn’t want to disturb the research papers you had on the desk. You stood up as he reached you and lifted a hand to caress his face.

“What did you need of me, My Love?” You kept your voice soft and your touch gentle.

Paul lifted a hand and gripped your hand that was cradling his face. “I just- I really missed you.”

A smile found its way onto your face. You finally realised that he was nervous because he wanted to be around you but didn’t want to distract you from your studies. Gently, you guided him to sit in the chair you were just in. Paul tried to protest that it was your chair and that he could find another one to sit on but you were having none of it. You sat down on his lap and told him that this way you could get some of your work done while still being around him. He settled pretty quickly after that.

Admittedly it did take you a while to notice that Paul hadn’t moved his arms from the armrests of your chair,. So when you did notice, you were just a little confused.

“Are you alright Darling?” You asked over your shoulder.

“Uh huh.” He replied.

“Are you sure? Because you haven’t moved your arms from the chair once.” You turned as much as you could to look at him face to face. His face was flushed a light pink colour as you twisted around on his lap.

“I just wasn’t sure if you wanted me to touch you.”

“Why would you think that?” You watched as his face slowly became more and more red.

“I don’t think you ever said if you were okay with it and I didn't want to just assume that it would be alright to.” He moved his eyes away from yours. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

Barely stopping yourself from cooing at his adorably red cheeks, you twisted back around and leant back so you were resting on his torso. Grabbing both of his hands, you moved them to hug you around your midriff. Adjusting your head to look at his face, you whispered and peppered kisses to the underside of his jaw.

“I don’t think it’s possible for me to be uncomfortable when you touch me. You're always so careful and gentle. If anything I want you to touch me more.”

“But what if I accidentally overstep?”

“I will tell you. But for now I want you to do something for me.”

“Anything.” He left a shy, barely-even-there kiss behind your ear.

“I want you to hold my boobs.”

Paul was stunned into silence. Had he heard you correctly? You wanted him to do what?

“You- Me- What?” He couldn’t get the words to exit his mouth.

“I want you to hold my boobs. For two reasons. One, to prove that I trust you to touch me and be more casually intimate, and two, because believe it or not I actually find it very comforting. However, I need both my hands to finish typing up my class notes, which means I can’t hold them myself.” You placed a kiss on his jawline before sitting up a little so you could finish typing your notes. You felt as Paul also sat up a bit, presumably to keep the contact between your back and his chest.

Just before you were about to set in and start on finishing your notes, Paul’s hands began playing with the hem of your shirt.

“Can I lift it Kallis?” He whispered.

“Of course you can My Love. You can do whatever you need, to make it easier if you’d like.”

“Thank you.” He said, nuzzling his face into the back of your neck and leaving little feather-light kisses. His hands moved underneath your shirt and shyly travelled up your body before resting briefly at the apex of your breasts. Seeing as you had given him verbal permission, Paul decided he could easier grab hold of your breasts without your bra in the way.

You hummed in acknowledgement when he mumbled that he was going to unhook the offending item of your clothing, focusing as much as you could on your notes. You knew that as much as the skin on skin contact was comforting for you, it was also incredibly important for Paul because it allowed him to test how far he was willing to go. He could set the pace knowing that if he accidentally took it too far, he could rely on you to tell him when to stop.

You sat there on his lap for roughly 2 hours, Paul’s chin resting on your shoulder. Every now and then, Paul would give your breasts a gentle squeeze, making sure not to be too harsh. Occasionally, when you finished a paragraph of notes, you would give Paul a peck on the nose, his smile making your own smile grow with each kiss.

Neither you nor Paul moved once you were done, except to lean a bit further back in the chair to be a little more comfortable. You were far too engrossed with the feeling of each other to even briefly entertain the idea of moving from where you sat. Too wrapped up in the love you had for each other.

It was Paul who eventually whispered to you, breaking the silence.

“Can I do this again tomorrow?”

You huffed out a tiny laugh, reaching up to run your fingers through his hair as best you could.

“Oh my sweet boy, you don’t even have to ask.”

I call this ✨ divine inspiration ✨

Aka the collective hivemind that is the discord server coming together to give the strength and inspiration to FINALLY advertise just how much I love Paul Aron.

anyways, started writing this at the end of F2 Quali, finished it at the end of F1 Academy Quali. Decided to gift while I was still delirious from lack of sleep (Aussie F1 fan struggles lmao)

likes, replies and reblogs are always appreciated <3

#formula 2 x you #f2 x reader #f2 fluff #formula 2 #formula two #paul aron #f2 #paul aron x reader #paul aron x you #paul aron fic #paul aron imagine #paul aron fluff #paul aron fanfiction #me and the discord love the fuck outta this man <3 he's our pookie bear 🫶

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weird-is-life · 6 months

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could I get a 🌹 with Hotch, please?

Ty for the request, lovely!🥰 hope u like it, warnings: use of y/n, shy!reader, fluff, (0.4k)

Celebrate 1k followers w me

Aaron thinks, you are really cute and pretty. He's thought it for a while now. You work at the bau, so you and Aaron bump into each other regularly. More often if Aaron can help it.

But he hasn't gotten the courage to ask you out yet and you....well, you can barely look him in the eyes.

He understands you are shy and he doesn't mind one bit. Your shy smile, constantly red cheeks make his stomach do funny things, which he isn't used to, at least hasn't been for a few years now.

But as he sees you right now, something comes over him. He walks straight towards you, small smile painting his face.

"Hi," he greets you as you make your tea in the bau kitchen. You almost drop the cup on the ground from hesring his voice next to you.

"Hi....hello, sir," you immediately go shy, eyes set on the ground. You are very shy, but Hotch, your boss, makes it even worse. His good looks may have something to do with it, or hid big hands, or his smooth voice.....

"Aaron, please call me Aaron," he's asked you to call him Aaron multiple times now, you can't seem to break the habit.

"O-okay, A-aron," you say sheepishly and it makes Aaron smile boyish at you.

"Umm y/n," he starts, but suddenly he feels shy too, " a-are you free this Saturday?"

You look up at him, eyes wide as you ask, "this Saturday?"

"Or any other day," he adds quickly.

"Y-yes, I'm free, why?" you reply, unsurely. You fiddle with your hands anxiously.

" I was thinking....- would you like to go to a dinner? With me?" he spills it out in one breath, too nervous for your answer.

You don't answer straight away, but your cheeks go as red as they can get," y-you mean....you mean as a-a date?"

"Yes, exactly like a date," he smiles reassuringly at you," but don't feel pressured to say yes only because I'm your boss, I can take the rejection," he adds softly.

"No...I mean, yes," you blurt out nervously," I-I meant, I'd love to come a-and not because you're my boss."

It feels impossible for your cheeks to go more red, but somehow they do. And Aaron, honestly, loves it, he thinks it's adorable.

"Great," he says happily," I'll call you, yeah?" You nod, very happy, too and Aaron has to resist the urge to stroke your blushing cheeks and only smiles at you as he walks away.

You are both excited as two kids for the date. But no one is as giddy about it as Penelope, that has just witnessed your interaction

#aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x fem!reader #aaron hotchner imagine #aaron hotchner fanfiction #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotchner x y/n #aaron hotchner

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the-offside-rule · 2 months

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Paul Aron (Hitech) - Pick and Choose

Requested: yes

Prompt: 47) "Wow, you look amazing."

Warnings: none

As the clock ticked past the appointed time, Paul Aron's patience was put to the test. He sat on the couch, tapping his foot in a rhythm that matched his racing heartbeat. Tonight was supposed to be special. They had been planning this evening for weeks, and yet, Y/n was nowhere to be seen. He glanced at his watch for what felt like the hundredth time, trying to quell the rising tide of anxiety. Paul understood that Y/n had been swamped with college assignments lately, but he couldn't shake the worry gnawing at his gut.

Just as he was about to give in to panic, he heard the faint click of the front door. Relief flooded through him as Y/n stepped into the living room, looking frazzled yet undeniably beautiful. "Sorry, I lost track of time," Y/n apologized, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Paul stood up, a reassuring smile playing on his lips. "It's okay. I was starting to think you'd been abducted by aliens or something." Y/n chuckled, the tension in the room easing slightly as they shared a quick kiss. "I wish that were the case. College has just been overwhelming lately." Paul nodded sympathetically, reaching out to gently squeeze her hand. "Well, you're here now, and that's all that matters. But we better get going if we don't want to miss the event."

Y/n nodded, her expression turning thoughtful. "I just need a few minutes to change. I couldn't decide what to wear." Paul's eyes sparkled with mischief as he teased. "Well, I can't wait to see what masterpiece you've chosen." With a playful roll of her eyes, Y/n disappeared into the bedroom, leaving Paul to wait anxiously outside. He settled back onto the couch, his mind buzzing with anticipation. Minutes felt like hours as Paul listened to the muffled sounds of Y/n rummaging through her wardrobe. He couldn't help but smile at her indecision; it was one of the many things he adored about her.

Finally, he decided to go and check up on her, peeking in the door to see the room once so tidy and clean now look like a bomb had just been dropped. Paul leaned against the doorway, watching her with an amused smile playing on his lips. "Y/n, we're going to be late." He reminded her, his voice gentle but tinged with amusement. "I know, I know." Y/n replied, her voice slightly panicked as she rummaged through her closet. "I just can't find the thing I wanted to wear!"

Paul chuckled softly, stepping closer to her. "You always look beautiful, no matter what you wear." Y/n paused, looking up at him with a grateful smile. "You're too sweet, but it's not helpful right now." She said, feeling a wave of warmth wash over her.

As the minutes ticked by, Y/n finally settled on a dress, slipping it on with practiced ease. She hesitated in front of the mirror, nervously smoothing down the fabric. "Wow, wow, wow." Paul approached her, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind. "You look amazing." He whispered, pressing a kiss to her temple. Y/n felt her cheeks flush at his words, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Thank you." she murmured, leaning back into his embrace.

With one last glance in the mirror, Y/n took a deep breath and turned to face Paul. "Ready to go?" She asked, her voice filled with anticipation. Paul nodded, hooking his arm with hers. "Absolutely." He replied, a bright smile on his face. "After you."

#f1 imagine #f1 blurb #f1 oneshot #paul aron blurb #paul aron x y/n #paul aron x you #paul aron x reader #paul aron imagine #paul aron

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neverchecking · 10 months

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Hi I am 🪷 Aron from couldninetonine

And I have a request for you if it ok.

Can I request yandere platonic sage , sky, time, warrior, four x child zoni reader.

Like the reader is rauru and queen Soni little baby half breed daughter. Half elf and half zoni. And they found her in her little bubble pod that a flower a lotus. And how they fell for her big doe eyes and big ears. And teaching her the ways and have her call them papa's and how they keep her safe. Please and thank you

omg hi! I love cloudninetonine! It is totally okay to request!

I haven't done a lot of platonic yandere, but this seems fun!

Imagine them calling the boys their papa bc her real dad is dead lmao-

・❥・@lovanmari and @wayfayrr I got some DILF Sage for yall

・❥・Sage as a dad. First off-- who in their right mind is trusting him with a kid?

・❥・Nah, I kid, I kid. When he's given a child, one so small and innocent and one that he connects with? It burns something within him.

・❥・He was a child soldier (I think canonically BOTW Link was in the army by age twelve?), and when he sees this small child who's relying on him? He swears they'd have a better life than he ever had.

・❥・He absolutely refuses to let his child anywhere near anything sharp, too hot, too cold, explosive, etc.. If there's any chance at injury, his flower bud isn't going anywhere near it.

・❥・You know that his kid is eating like royalty. Every single day. Breakfast, lunch and dinner. And dessert. And you know that dessert is the best damned thing in the world.

・❥・Sage as a dad is probably just as unhinged, but in more protective way? Lynel look in their direction? Here kid, look at this butterfly, Papa will be right back- He's back within three minutes tops and look! He's got the fur for a new blanket for you!

・❥・Cece tries pinching your cheeks? He's glaring down at her, daring her to try.

・❥・Someone tries offering you a treat because your just so adorable? He knows his kid is cute, nice try. Nothing is getting past him. He's a bit of a helicopter parent.

・❥・Not a bit. It's a lot.

・❥・He loves playing with your big ears, ones that you'll grow into, flopping them about even as you get red-cheeked and angry at him.

・❥・He'll make it up to you eventually :)

・❥・He also spoils you absolutely rotten. He has his rules, yes, and expects you to follow them, but his rewards are things like trips to the Zora Domain or a sand seal ride in Gerudo. Never Eldin. Are you kidding that's an active volcano site?!?!

・❥・The sages are one-thousand percent your personal body guards. You don't go anywhere without your dad and at least one sage.

・❥・Sky is absolutely smitten from the start.

・❥・You look at this man and tell me he's not dad shaped. You can't.

・❥・He doesn't even care to learn what a Zonai is. All he knows is there are none here and your all alone and your his now. He doesn't make the rules

・❥・He is also another protective dad, but he's a little more willing to let you experience the world around you. You wanna see those flowers over there? He's following! You wanna go for a dip in the river? Great idea, he's helping you! You can go explore, but never alone.

・❥・He absolutely introduces you to Crimson right away. Crimson is the perfect co-parent guardian. Crimson is always pulling you into her side, ruffling her feathers and grooming you.

・❥・Like you become Sky's kid and Crimson's chick. They are two halves of a whole soul so it makes sense.

・❥・HFHFDOFDHN imagine sleeping on Crimson's back while Sky leads the two of you through a forest or sum ;^;

・❥・Or soaring through the sky with you pointing at every cloud you pass and Sky harnessing you to his chest while Crimson flies much slower than normal.

・❥・Sky can cook basic things, but he definitely spends more time with village moms and elders learning more.

・❥・He for sure carves toys for you out of wood. Like trains or maybe a doll of Crimson.

・❥・You get the fluffiest blankets stuffed with Loftwing feathers

・❥・Groose is such a good uncle-sidebar. Even if Sky isn't...jazzed about letting you out of his sight, he will trust Groose. For an hour.

・❥・Which he is within earshot of for fifty seven minutes.

・❥・He's kind of torn between letting you be with Zelda-- who adores you-- and not. she's the reincarnate of Hylia. What if you get dragging into the wretched reincarnation curse as well?

・❥・He wouldn't wish it on his worst enemy let alone his fletchling.

・❥・Fi for sure has a beacon on you at all times.

・❥・He's more...withdrawn when it comes to first meeting you

・❥・Afterall he's in a war.

・❥・but...so are you. And you are so much younger than he is.

・❥・and what self-respecting parent would let their child wander so far? None that deserve their child.

・❥・So you become his. He doesn't do take backsies.

・❥・When you stutter out that your old, irrelevant, unworthy father was a Zonai, he does take that with some caution.

・❥・But no one even knows what a Zonai is. Ravio has a general idea-- a race blessed by the gods-- but thats as far as he gets.

・❥・That's okay. You were his now and he didn't care what you were. You were perfect just the way you are <3

・❥・Wars as a dad is probably pretty strict. But he lets you out of his sight more than the previous two.

・❥・You get schooled and have friends, but are expected home right away.

・❥・He doesn't like your friends. Not a chance. But because he's such a public figure he needs to give you a semi normal life.

・❥・Which means those dumb friends and parent interventions and schooling and hours away when you could be spending time with him!?

・❥・He probably sneaks you out of school often to go for treats at a bakery or a swim in a river. What are they gonna do, tell the Hero no?!

・❥・Artemis loves you. He trusts her with you while he's dragged away for things he cannot control. She has the power of Sheik on her side and proved her worth to him in battle.

・❥・You definitely have a fairy on you at all times which reports back to him.

・❥・Fours is so fun for one reason and one reason alone.

・❥・the minish.

・❥・They probably are the ones to alert him about your presence, giving their small knowledge of the Zonai race.

・❥・They chirp and chitter at him until he brings you back to the home he shares with his grandpa (Uncle? It's one of the two). The older male was out at the moment leaving Four to figure out what he's going to do with you.

・❥・Obviously he keeps you. No one else can handle such a task! You're so delicate and so rare and the minish already love you.

・❥・So your his. no ifs ands or buts.

・❥・The forge? Off Limits.

・❥・It's too hot with too many sharp pointy things and open flames and its dirty.

・❥・Not for his kid.

・❥・When it comes to cooking, he can do it, but like sky, he's not overly good.

・❥・but! You guys can learn together. Under his strict supervision. Where you sit at the counter. Away from the fires and knives. It's a bonding experience.

・❥・Back to the minish, they love you. They love playing with you and calling your attention away while your dad deals with someone whose watching you a little too closely.

・❥・They leave small trinkets for you all the time! Which four keeps in a box. Because you could choke.

・❥・He's also another one to make your toys! Little metal horses and wooden doll houses.

・❥・If he needs to run out for a few errands or something, he's not leaving you with anyone. Oh no not his kid. No, he's splitting. Two stay with you, three depending on the errand, while the other runs out.

・❥・You aren't allowed the Four sword. Ever.

・❥・He would never wish that upon you. Even if you love the colors and it helps you differentiate between green and red and blue and Violet.

・❥・Thats probably how you learn some of your colors in fact.

・❥・Even as you grow up, you cannot get away with anything. The minish are snitches and it would do you good to learn that. And fast.

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nakuzendara · 4 months

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As this year is coming to a close, let's take a step back to reflect on what we've experienced💙

This year for me has been eventful, to say the least; it has been full of drama, misfortune and joy. Although I did obviously enjoy the more significant things, I want to take a moment to appreciate the smaller things that keep me grounded and that I usually take for granted.

First of all, here are my favourite photographs of Ludwig I've taken this year:

Ludwig has been my travel buddy for a good year and a half now. I'm a very anxious person, so having him in my pocket to keep me company and distract me from any negative thoughts is very soothing. I'd like to thank him for always being there for me and for being such a good model when I'm taking pictures💖

Secondly, my favourite pictures of my cats:

My cats Bonkers, Meowza and Link are some of the most special people in my entire life. They're a great comfort to me as I'm not the best at socializing. I'd like to thank them for watching films with me, eating my dinner when I'm not looking, and snuggling with me in bed during the cold nights💝

Thirdly, I want to thank my family and friends for being there for me despite my flaws. I adore them all very much and cannot express my gratitude for your unconditional love. I'm aware that I'm not the easiest to be around and can be quite callous at times, but you just being there means the world to me💙💙

Finally, I want to thank the people on this platform. I get very nervous about asks and such, so I'll take the opportunity to thank my favourite people in particular (not in any sort of order):

@thekoopalingsandstuffs (and all of your other blogs)

@thedeitywhoplayedwithbricks

@sabbracadabras

@maggie4thewin

@aron-q

@crossycrosserog

@askthekoopsandjr

@koopaling-au

@mookmayor

@thecrypticshyguy

@fridaverse

@spritesitrus

@hopusthebrainlessfloof

@skratchytheclown

It may not mean much, but your artwork is truly amazing and always brightens my day. I find it hard not to go on a giant ramble about all the things I love about your art. You're all so inspiring and some of the kindest people I've ever met. I genuinely hope the next year brings nothing but good fortune, happiness and ease becasue you truly deserve the best.

I'd also like to mention how grateful I am for all the people who enjoy my art. I honestly thought I would just make an account and post a single photo (due to being peer pressured by my sibling and friend) but to my suprise, I found myself continuing on Tumblr for a while now. I thought that if I made even one person happy from my art, I would be content. Seeing people like what I do after being alone for so many years is genuinely overwhelming (in a good way), so I truly appreciate each and every one of you.

Have a wonderful new year, hopefully I will work on my confidence so I can post more stuff about the stories I have🌙⭐

#ludwig von koopa #super mario bros #happy new year #ramble #cats #hopefully next year won't be as busy as last year🥲

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escapismqueen · 1 year

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‘Chenford through pregnancy’ head canon

Just some little things I have imagined of Tim and Lucy during Lucy’s pregnancy.

Tim will be so protective of Lucy. His eyes scanning every room they walk into to make sure there’s no danger.

That man will rub Lucys feet every night without her even having to ask. They’ll be sat on the couch together and he’ll just lift her legs up and lay them on his lap.

They will both be so smiley at ultrasound appointments, Tim’s hands in Lucy’s, stroking her hair and every so often kissing the back of her hand. He’ll be so in disbelief that this is happening and he’s living this life with his love.

Lucy will make a joke about how the baby would be their ‘little boot’ and even suggest buying a personalised onesie with ‘baby boot’ written on it 🥺

Tim will constantly ask Lucy ‘have you eaten ?’ ‘Do you need any thing, I can get you whatever you want’ and Lucy will rub his arm and say ‘Tim, I’m fine, you don’t need to worry’ then gives him a quick kiss which completely lowers his anxiety on the matter.

I feel like Lucy would be the opposite of Nyla when pregnant, and instead of being really happy, she’ll often get random bursts of anger; basically the opposite of her usual sunshine persona. Aaron will be so on edge the whole time on patrol 🤣Tim will just let her rant to help her get her frustrations out like the good husband he is. He also speaks to Aaron on the side to tell him to just let Lucy have her moments of anger and to just support her. He also sneakily asks Aron to text him updates throughout the day to make sure she’s okay.

I don’t think they’ll be the type to throw a gender reveal party. They’ve seen too many of them go wrong on the job 🤣I also have a feeling they’ll want to be surprised at the birth of the biological sex of the baby. They ultimately don’t care what they’ll have, they’ll love that baby no matter what ❤️

However, Nyla and Angela and Tamara will most definitely throw Lucy a baby shower! They’ll play games and decorate the whole place. It will be hosted at either Angela’s or Nyla’s and they literally force every single person to bring gifts for her and the baby because she’s always gotten the best gifts for them and Jack and Leah. Lucy will be so touched, she’d get a little teary and face time Tim to tell him all about it and show him everything. Tim would be so happy his wife is being spoiled as she deserves ❤️

Tim has definitely told the rest of the officers to call him on his phone or on the radio if they hear anything about Lucy, or if she needs is help but is being too stubborn to ask for it. (You know that man will do anything for her.)

Lucy will constantly talk to the bump every day. Singing to the baby and telling them the story of her and Tim. Tim would overhear one day, but instead of alerting her of his presence, he just stands at the doorway with a smile on his face and the most adoring eyes you will ever see. He gets his phone out at one point and videos it so that he can watch it in his office during any breaks he has.

Lots of cuddles and rubbing of the bump. Tim’s softer side will really shine when Lucy is pregnant. His camera roll is basically just pictures of Lucy. It’s the only thing he thinks is worth photographing ❤️until the baby comes and then heel have another addition to his cavers roll.

Lucy’s Lock Screen will definitely be the ultrasound scan.

Lucy and Tim will ask Tamara if she can paint the baby’s nursery for them, saying that they’d love a piece of her in their child’s room ❤️Tamara will be so happy to do it and will paint the most beautiful mural for the baby. Lucy would for sure cry and her and Tamara would have a heart to heart, Lucy telling Tamara that her love for her won’t diminish in the slightest just because she’s having a baby. Tim would also reassure her by saying she can come by whenever she wants, no need to ask. And hell offer that they all have a family dinner together every week 🥺❤️

During birth, Lucy will obviously be in pain, but Tim is the most comforting and supportive birth partner (he’d give James a run for his money and we know how amazing James was) he’ll constantly give Lucy back rubs and wipe the sweat off her face. He will whisper her words of affirmation all the time, telling her how amazing she’s doing and how much he loves her. He’ll definitely question the nurses and doctors a lot to make sure Lucy is receiving the best care (I mean, we remember the needle episode right ?) times that by 100.

Then their beautiful, sweet chenford baby will be born and they’ll be in their own little love bubble ❤️

#therookie #chenford #therookiechenford #timbradford #lucychen #ilovethem #babychenford #chenfordfanfic #chenfordheadcanons #headcanons

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depressedstressedlemonzest · 5 months

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Here's the line for the customer service rating. Are you enjoying your stay here? With me?

Trying so hard to seem like he doesn't care.

But you can tell by the set of his lips and the way hes avoiding her gaze that he does.

He doesnt want to be the reason her life is ruined in a way she didnt ask for.

Oh yeah, right there with you. I had big dreams when I was younger to travel all over the world.

Thanks adulthood, capitalism, the crashing economy, and reality for crushing those dreams.

Same.

Same. Moved 20 minutes out of it. Which honestly feels alot farther than it is. Pros and cons to that.

He wants to know how bad he fucked up by turning gaston into a rose.

*ya done fucked up A-ARON"

That tentative glance at her.

Still trying to play it cool.

Rumple "play what cool" stiltskin.

You can tell by the look on her face that She's been waiting to shit talk gaston since she met him. But everyone just ADORES that asshat.

I like this shot too.

We KNOW BABE. that's why you took the first opportunity to get the fuck outta there.

Try to contain your glee bebe.

You can tell he is practically vibrating with excitement and joy of hearing that.

Next part of the scene in the next post because I can only add so many pics lol

#rumple babe #you can't hide your emotions to save your life #those big wide galaxy eyes and glimmering smiles #we KNOW #1x12 #skin deep #ouat #once upon a time #ouat belle #ouat rumple #rumbelle #belle x rumple #rumplestiltskin #rumple #official memebrs of the FUCK YOU GASTON club

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vxntagedior · 2 years

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hiiiii i hope you’re doing well

can you write something on vinnie hacker with an older ( 4 years ) reader who is also a famous black actress/influencer/ youtuber . like one of her ex is for example aron piper and basically her fandom still shipped them so hard and literally hates her relationship with vinnie because they think he is just a beauty privileged pick me who is just with the reader for her clout. and also like they don’t have any same hobbies and passion and they don’t have the same lifestyle, everyone on all social medias keeps mocking vinnie by saying that is irrelevant and that his relationship with the reader won’t last 2 months. it’s goes to the point where vinnie starts to believe all this hate and starts to distance himself of the reader ( who is a gemini so they are definitely not really astrologically compatible) and she confronts him because she thinks he’s ashamed of her or something like that and he finally explains why and it ends up so cute and fluffy 💖

talk of the town

pairing | vinnie hacker x fem!black!actress!reader

warning | angst, sad!vinnie, shitty fans, fluff ending

word count | 486

From the beginning, you knew the two of you were opposite of each other but it was the reason that drew you closer. You wanted to enjoy the things he liked, learn new things instead being bored because there was nothing new to do in your relationship.

You adored Vinnie, and you assumed everyone else would.

Being thrown into the world of Hollywod when you were a teenager, you had cameras on you everywhere, paparazzi wanting to catch a photo of the Hollywood Princess, and which such title came the exposure.

as you grew older and started dating, the people knew within the second. Your relationship with Aron wasn't as picture perfect as what everyone thought, but the media at it up.

"Are you sure about us?" It was a recurrent from Vinnie since the two of you been together, he just wanted to be perfect for you because you were it for him.

"Don't worry about them." You kissed him. "That relationship was for the show, I with you."

Your relationship was revealed almost 2 months in, the two of you spotted leaving the set of your new show.

Everyone had something to say about it, Vinnie's fans saying you were too old for him, Aron's fans saying that you should get back with him and even some of yours saying Vinnie was with you to gain more influence.

You never really saw the comments, never being bothered to scroll through endless comments, but Vinnie saw them all.

It was bad, he was always reminded to never pay attention to the hate he got but what everyone started to say that you were so much better than him, it made him want to crawl into his bed and never see the light of day again.

Since then, Vinnie slowly started to detach himself from you, stopped visiting you on set, 'forgetting to call' while you were away.

You didn't know what was going on and it started to scare you because you didn't want to loose him.

"Can we talk?"

Vinnie dreaded those words. "Y-yeah."

"You've been avoiding me lately and I don't know why, was it something I said or done or didn't say, I miss you and I don't want us to loose each other."

God, Vinnie felt awful in that moment.

"No, no, you didn't anything, it's on me." He started to apologize, grabbing onto your hand.

"I don't understand?"

"A lot of people have been talking about us saying that we're not gonna last and you should go back to your ex and I'm basically using you, which you know isn't true."

"V, you can't listen to them." You whispered softly, "I'm sorry that I didn't see it."

"Hey, it's okay." He reassured you. "I'm happy that the both of us talked and understood each other because I can't loose you."

"I can't loose you either."

#vinnie hacker x reader #vinnie hacker x fem!reader #vinnie hacker x girlfriend!reader #vinnie hacker x black!reader #vinnie hacker #vinnie hacker x fem!black!reader #vinnie hacker x actress!reader #vinnie hacker x fem!black!actress!reader

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daydream-cement · 1 year

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Together for the Holidays

Larissa Weems x OC (Fern Rogers)

Synopsis: The family is together for the holidays. A series of little moments with our favorite couple and the in-laws.

Authors Note: No one asked for this and it's not December anymore, but it’s cute.

“Christ, Larissa hand her over.” Christine held her arms out, looking for Larissa to hand over the smiling Althea. The baby had her arms stretched out, but it wasn’t because she wanted Christine. It was because she wanted Laci.

“Mother.” Larissa narrowed her eyes at her mother, not appreciating her harsh tone. She kept the baby wound in her arms.

Laci reached out and plucked the baby from Larissa’s arms anyway. She carried the girl away stopping to shoot Chris an “I’m watching you” look and pinch her arm. Turning her face away from her girlfriend, Laci turned back to the baby, beginning to speak to little Althea in sweet and melodic tone, “Grandma needs to be nice. Yes, she does. Yes, she does!”

Larissa glared at her mother, folding her empty arms over her chest, “Dr. Feng makes a wonderful point.”

You had been watching the spat from afar. You had been seated next to your mother on the couch. Diane had been admiring your father who was seated on the floor with Violet between his legs. Her little hands were wrapped around his index fingers as he helped her stand. Vi was such a happy baby, bobbing up and down with a laugh.

Your mother began speaking to you, taking your eyes way from Larissa and Chris, “She looks just like you when you were a baby.”

“When I didn’t think I could love something more, she and Thea were born…” You smile down at your happy little girl, overwhelmed by your love for her.

As you think of your love for Vi, you search the room for Thea. The siren was singing for her softly, you couldn’t make out the words, but the serious baby girl was watching Laci intently. Chris leaned over the back out the couch, her head over Laci’s shoulder as she adored her granddaughter.

Next you searched the room for Larissa, she sat with her father and Aron, her father’s boyfriend. You weren’t sure of what they were talking about, but the way Larissa tried hiding a smile while rolling her eyes told you that Stephen must have called her ‘beanpole’. Aron let out a loud laugh, his hand coming down to rest on Stephen’s shoulder. He had been so timid at first, it was wonderful seeing him settle in.

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Diane was up early with the girls, enjoying playing in the living room with both of them, “My babies love their granny. Yes, yes.”

Christine eyed Diane, her lips curling into a snarl. She felt the need to compete with Diane for the imaginary title of ‘Grandmother of the Year’. Before she could get a word out, Chris was distracted by Laci grasping at her knee. The siren’s eyes remained focus on the twins. She knew Chris had been testy with Diane since they met, and Laci had been keeping Chris on a tight leash since.

“What?” Chris’s demeanor changed, face dipping near Laci’s shoulder. Her voice was quiet and demure, almost as if she was sixteen again.

“Behave, chong’er.” Laci’s eyes flickered to meet those of her lover, a small smirk flicking on her lips. Even though she was being chided for bad behavior, Chris smiled in response, glancing to the floor with a blush spreading across her face.

“Where are my girls?” James entered the room, making a B-line to where Diane was seated with the baby girls. He and Diane had a unique relationship with the girls as they frequently visited and spent time with them, whereas Stephen and Christine had the barrier of the Atlantic Ocean keeping them from the girls. James promptly took his seat with the girls and his wife, sweeping up Althea in his arms.

Larissa and you had intended to be wonderful hosts, but with so many pairs of doting grandparents both of you were sleeping in. Behind closed doors, Larissa was sprawled out on the bed, your head in her chest. Both of you hadn’t slept so long or hard since the girls had been born.

You were the first to wake up, Larissa’s soft snoring pulling you from your slumber. There was no doubt that snoring was one of your least favorite sounds. You gave her a light shove, bringing her to consciousness so you could fall back asleep. Turning over on your side, you pull the covers higher, hoping to go back to sleep. Larissa follows suit, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling her front to your back. At least another half hour of sleep and you would be ready to get up and face the day.

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You were sitting around playing cards with James, Stephen, and Aron when the two fathers began sharing stories of you and Larissa when you were young. While you rolled your eyes at the stories of yourself, you drank in every word when Stephen began talking about Larissa.

"She was such a tall, gangly thing. That's where she got the nickname, 'beanpole'. Clumsy too. Oh, her hands were always scraped up with Band-Aids on her knees too." Stephen smiled as he discarded and plucked another from the deck, "Just like her mother. Chris was clumsy as all get out too."

"Fern was a bit of a trouble maker. Sneaking out of her window and climbing down that's branch seemed to grow perfectly by her window..." James raised a brow at you, knowing you had used your powers to sneak out time and time again.

"I remembered Larissa sneaking out, just once, to go to a party. She thought she had gotten away with it, but the sweet thing forgot her own parents know a thing or two about shapeshifting." He chuckled as he thought back on the memory.

"You showed up to that party, didn't you?" Aron prodded Stephen with his foot under the table and grinned widely.

"That we did. She was mortified. I'm positive she didn't leave the house for weeks that summer. She kept telling us that we ruined her social image for the rest of time. I swear-"

"You did ruin my social image. They didn't want to invite me to parties out of fear I would bring my parents." Larissa appeared from over your shoulder, setting a glass of white wine before you and placing a kiss to your temple. While her tone seemed jovial, you knew she was being completely serious.

"Don't complain. That party was dreadful anyway." Christine joined in the conversation from her spot in the kitchen. She was working with Laci and Diane to fix dinner for the group. It was nice to see Chris and your mother getting along.

Larissa only rolled her eyes. She ended up pulling up a chair next to yours, deciding she would be your 'coach' in this game of cards. Her chin rested on your shoulder as she gazed down at your cards. As the game continued, she pointed a manicured nail at the card you should use on each of your turns.

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You were carrying towels to the hall closet when you heard painful groans coming from Chris and Laci's room. Your brows narrow in concern as their bedroom door was open and you didn't see either of them inside. After shoving the towels in the closet, you peak into their room, wondering where the noises were coming from.

You realized the sounds were coming from the guest bedroom closet.

"Just like that-"

"Oh, god."

Those words accompanied by pants and moans told you all you needed to know. Spinning on your heels, you exit the room without another word, pulling the door behind yourself.

Immediately you went straight to Larissa, who was getting dressed in your bedroom. You slam the door behind yourself and lean against the bedroom door. Larissa peaks out from the bathroom, cocking her head at you, "What's the matter?"

"I just caught your moms having sex."

"Oh, god... You're kidding..."

"Nope. It was like there were a couple of teens playing 7 minutes in heaven..."

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"Fern, why are we out here? It's freezing." Larissa folded her arms in front of her chest. Her teeth weren't chattering (yet). You had taken her for a walk to show her a small surprised you had planned, but Larissa wasn't particularly happy with the surprise thus far.

"Just walk with me." You pause a moment for the trudging shapeshifter to catch up to you. When she does, you grasp one of her folded arms and pull it down so you could wrap both of your arms around it.

Larissa huffs and you watch a cloud of water vapor pass through her lips, but you ignore her frustration, knowing she will love what you have in store. You were walking her through the gardens to a pergola.

Once you arrived, you positioned her beneath the center of pergola, "Stay right there."

"Fern..." Larissa whined bending and unbending her knee in frustration. You ignore the temper tantrum and move to the outside of the pergola to find the mistletoe you had planted early this past fall. Power flowed from your chest to your fingertips, warming your body. The mistletoe grew wild and fast up the pillars of the pergola and around the upper beams. Under your manipulation, the parasite hung down above Larissa, little red and white berries making themselves known.

When you finally look back to Larissa, the grumpy expression turned soft. Her eyes moved from you, to the mistletoe, and back to you again, a wide smile growing on her face. You push yourself up off the ground and approach Larissa once more, "Do you like it?"

"You know I do." Larissa captured your face in her hands as soon as you were within reach and with another step her lips are on yours. Her gloved thumbs stroked your cheeks and you slipped your hands under her jacket, pulling her closer. Her lips part as she deepens the kiss and you hum in delight.

There you kiss until you are both out of breath and need to pull up for air. As you stand in the cold under the mistletoe, Larissa lets out a small laugh, "I absolutely adore this, but it's freezing."

"Let's go home."

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"Just take the picture already." Your mother grabbed at your father's side as he held his phone up high, trying to get a picture of Larissa, the girls, and you. Althea squirmed happily in your lap and Larissa held Violet whilst distracting her with a pacifier.

"I'm working on it." James rolled his eyes, and finally found the camera app on his phone, "Now smile!"

You move a bit closer to Larissa, squeezing in close. All of the grandparents attempt to get the girls' attention. Out of the many, many pictures your father had taken, only a couple turned out to be the absolute best. These were the ones that were printed and framed by all sets of grandparents.

Larissa kept a picture of the 10 of you in her office. That picture had been even harder to take, but after you took over and taught the room the joy of the 10 second timer, you were able to get a picture. The picture was far from perfect. Diane was looking at Althea with James trying to get her attention to look at the camera. Stephen and Aron were smiling, but seemed to be looking at one another. Christine was mid sentence with Laci seemingly trying to tell her something with a growing smirk on her face. Only Larissa and you looked into the camera, both with big smiles as your completely dysfunctional family dissolved into chaos around you.

#gwendoline christie #larissa weems #wednesday netflix #fanfic #violet and rose #stately sequoia #oneshot #the cedars have eyes #larissa weems x oc #fern rogers #ferissa #larissa weems x fern rogers #principal larissa weems #principal weems

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venomtoad420 · 11 months

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Idk what I love more about ATSV:

Miles having his absorption thing like in the game

Seeing Gwen make up with her dad

Hobart just existing and being so punk it's tangible

Pav just being a bean

Mayday being adorable

The amount of times it made me mimic the Dicaprio meme

The fact that they included SPIDERCIDE AND THE SPIDER

Spot popping up in the Venom movies' universe with Chen not giving a fuck

The live action shots of Tobey and Andrew Spideys

MCU ARON JUST FUCKING BEING THERE SOMEHOW IN A PROWLER SUIT?!?!?!

SHOWING MARVEL'S SPIDERMAN 2 GAMEPLAY

AND SPOT JUST SLOWLY BECOMING ONE LOVECRAFTIAN MOTHERFUCKER

#across the spiderverse #spiderman #marvel #spiderverse icons

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pxperplxnets · 1 year

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1. a kiss in secrecy

this is the part of the new series that i am writing. i took the concept and prompts from yurawiththegoodhair on ao3, and i will be writing them for the couples that i see most fitting for the respective prompt. i hope you like them!

summary: first part of the 50 kisses series, a kiss in secrecy.

pairing: paul aron x aurora simmons.

paul and aurora character descriptions

word count: 496

lowercase intended!

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“i'm going to the bathroom, please don't kill each other” dino said, looking at aurora and paul glaringly.

aurora did nothing but show him his middle finger as paul rolled his eyes. dino laughed and left the room, leaving them in an awkward silence.

they had confessed their feelings for each other recently and they were still hiding their situationship from their peers. the newly revealed feelings still felt a little awkward between them, as they didnt know how to show them.

so they are mean to each other to hide the awkwardness.

“why are you breathing so hard? oh my god” aurora groaned, looking up from her phone to look at him.

“really? i'm breathing too hard?” he complained, looking at her too.

“yes.” she dared him with her eyes.

“shut me up then, come here.” paul looked at her with a grin adorning his lips.

that took her by complete surprise. yes, they had made out multiple times, but it was still new to her how forward paul was when he wanted to.

“fuck no, if dino comes in and finds us kissing we are done for. also i don't want to kiss your ugly face.” she denied, looking at him with fake disgust.

the way her nose scrunched made her look adorable in his eyes. just watching her mean, sarcastic humour made him feel all giddy inside and it was a very weird feeling. not one he could express to her without her making fun of him, anyways.

“okay then, your loss” he stuck his tongue out at her without knowing that this gesture made her feel the same thing he had felt before.

they went back to the silence, the only thing that could be heard was sounds that came out of their phones. stolen glances were exchanged from his part, noticing how she was shamelessly staring at him.

he was just so hot, she couldn't help it. she couldn't help to think of how she wanted to lay next to him, caress his face and kiss him. she knew she could, and her time was running out before dino came to pester them again.

fuck it

she stood up from her place on the couch and sat alongside him. he looked up at her and showed her a small smile that made the butterflies in her stomach do flips and turns.

aurora grabbed his face and left a small kiss on his lips. it wasn't like their other kisses, it was tender and short, but left a smile on both of their faces.

they looked at each other for a few seconds before they heard footsteps nearing the room. she stood up again and moved to the opposite couch, continuing to watch her phone as if nothing had happened.

“you guys didn't kill each other!” dino celebrated, laughing a little too long about his own very unfunny joke.

while dino laughed, paul sent a wink in auroras direction, making her smile.

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authors note:

okay, ive been having a horrible writers block, but now that ive found this i got a bit of inspiration, so lets hope its good!

#Paul Aron #paul aron one shots #paul aron x oc #aurora simmons #paul x aurora #pxperplxnets #f3 #f3oneshots #prema racing #premaoneshots #Prema #50kisses

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