#i usually can't get her eyes in photos properly

[pers1st]

let down - leah williamson x reader

pairing: barca!reader x leah williamson

warnings: barça being broke

In truth, you shouldn't be nervous.

This conversation had been going on for months - it was no secret that Barça had many financial problems, and paying you, Alexia and Aitana as their midfield would always have been difficult. You had had countless conversations like these before - negotiating your new contract, negotiating your new wage, which you knew would be significantly lower. It didn't bother you, though. You would've picked up a second job if it meant playing for your childhood club, even if they refused to pay you.

This setting, however, seemed a lot more official than it should've, in your opinion.

You were still dressed in your clothes from training, and so was Jona, but the rest of Barça's management was dressed properly - in suits and leather shoes. They shouldn't have even been there yet. This conversation was meant to simply verbalize your new contract, not to sign it yet. You were in no conditions to take the usual photos and sit in front of the camera for an interview after the contract extension. It confused you.

"Y/N, we are so sorry."

That was how Jona started, and in that particular moment, your heart stopped. No, this couldn't- they wouldn't dare-

"We can't renew your contract."

Silence followed. Then, your shaky voice. Barely above a whisper.

"What?"

This whole situation seemed too surreal to be true. Maybe in a few seconds, your eyes would open and you would find out that this was just a horrible dream. If it hadn't been for your manager's piercing gaze on you, you might've pinched yourself under the table.

"We don't have the financial means to pay you enough to stay. I know it's not what you want to hear, but-"

"No, Jona, we talked about this. You can cut my wage, I don't mind. I'll stay here, whatever it takes. Alexia said she would-"

But the man in front of you didn't let you finish.

"You are right, we talked about this. And I told you that you deserve more than what we can give you, and that you cannot let us undermine you. It's not fair to you, it's not fair to all the women who are-"

This time, you were the one to interrupt him.

"But this? This isn't fair to me!"

That was how the argument unfolded, and only after your voice was hoarse from crying and pleading, your cheeks stained with tears and your manager stained with guilt, did you leave the office to fall into Alexia's arms, who had been listening in from the other side of the door for God knew how long.

It was January currently, which meant that as soon as you silently agreed with them to sign you to whatever club payed the most, you were out.

Just like that, the chance to play in front of the Culers for one last time was ripped away from you. They received a half-hearted announcement via Instagram, you received twenty women in your apartment, ready to pack your things. In all honesty, you had wished for no one to see as you organized your life into moving boxes and shipped them over the sea for whoever from Arsenal to receive, mostly because it would've felt even less real. Mostly because then, the goodbye wouldn't have hit you as hard. Ona tried to offer you advice on how to get by in England, telling you all about her experience abroad. Mapi tried to lift the spirits by joking around. Ingrid held you as you allowed tears to fall, and Alexia made sure you didn't forget anything, offering to take care of the things you would leave behind in Barcelona.

It was only you and Alexia at the airport. Your best friend, since the day you had been selected to play for the senior team of Barcelona, had shared many angry words with the management, and at one point even threatened to leave if you really had to. But the papers were signed, and the boxes were packed, and there was nothing left to do for Alexia besides holding your shaky frame as tears clouded your vision for what felt like the millionth time.

"You'll be okay, bebita. You'll enjoy London, and then you'll come back. I promise, you'll come back."

The both of you knew that there was no way she could ever promise that - Barça's financial difficulties were far too severe to sign you back soon - the most expensive player in the world, currently. When, or if the smoke would clear up, neither of you could know. Still, her words soothed you the tiniest as you held onto the glimpse of hope your best friend gave you as if it was a lifeline.

"Enjoy London, okay?"

You nodded, although you knew that you wouldn't. What good was London compared to Barcelona? What good was the capital of England compared to your lifelong home?

"Vamos, carino", Alexia huffed as she let go of you, gently pushing you towards your gate.

"Call me, okay? ¡Te amo!", she yelled after you as you turned away from her, and the hurt in her voice made a new layer of tears stream down on your cheeks, but you knew that if you looked back at her now, you would never board that plane. If leaving to England was what it took for your club to keep functioning, you would. If playing for Arsenal meant that you would be back in blaugrana one day, you would wear that ugly red shirt and call yourself a Gunner. You wouldn't do it happily, though.

London looked ugly when you flew over it, and London looked ugly when you landed in Heathrow Airport. You had expected people from the club to be there to pick you up, wearing Arsenal clothes and a sign with your name on it. It was apparently standard procedure, as Alexia had told you, though neither of you could really know because neither of you had never left the country to play football if it wasn't with the Spanish national team. What you hadn't expected, however, was Laia waving at you excitedly from across the hall, with two women dressed in the same hoodie as her, one significantly smaller (you guessed she was Kim) and one Leah Williamson.

You had never followed English football much, likely why you hadn't recognized Kim when you'd first searched up your new team on the internet, but Leah was the kind of footballer everyone was just.. aware of.

Admittedly, she was even prettier in real life.

"¡Hola, guapa!", Laia shrieked as you strolled over to your new teammates (the word 'teammate' along with 'new' still left a bitter taste in your mouth), dragging your suitcase behind you tiredly. The plain ride had worn you out - in all honesty, the entire past week had worn you out. Ever since you'd been told that you would leave the club that you had bled for, you hadn't been able to close half an eye.

Still, Laia's excitement was unmatched as she pulled you into a tight hug, allowing your face to sag against her shoulder. You didn't allow yourself to cry anymore, and so you could see Leah and Kim smile at you softly from a few steps behind the other Spanish woman without tears clouding your vision.

Laia continued to speak in Spanish, asking you about the flight, about how the Barça girls were, about how excited she was that you were finally here and she wasn't the only Spaniard at the Arsenal.

If Kim and Leah thought it was rude that they were left out of the conversation entirely, they didn't say so. Still, you pushed Laia off gently, mustering the smallest of smiles you could.

"Hello."

Your English wasn't very good, but even you winced ever so slightly at the realization of how truly cold you sounded. You didn't want to be here, didn't want any of them to show you your new apartment, didn't want them to show you the club, to bring you to training, to give you a red jersey and call you a Gunner.

But you needed to suck it up. Life wasn't fair. And if Alexia's words held any truth, this would merely be a temporal situation.

"Hey", Kim smiled at you. Her English sounded funny, but her smile was more genuine than yours as she introduced herself and Leah. You hadn't needed her to, but it was a nice gesture anyways.

"It's good to have you here", Leah smiled as she gently lay her arm across your shoulder.

"Wanna see your new flat?", you nodded as Leah guided you out of the hall, your luggage left with Laia who strolled behind you alongside Kim.

Leah's confidence and her proximity to you, your side pressed against hers, was making your head spin ever so slightly. You had, admittedly, hoped that Leah, as co-captain and being about to return to the pitch, would understand how badly you didn't want to be at Arsenal, seeing as she bled for the club the way you did for Barcelona. Maybe she could grasp the idea of being forced out of her home, and sympathize with you in the slightest. And it seemed she did, as she pointed towards what you guessed was Kim's car, leaving you and Laia in the backseats as you drove through the city. London was different from Barcelona.

It was slightly less ugly now, with impressive buildings and a few bits of nature sprawled around as Kim maneuvered the car through the streets. It was cold, though, and as you were shivering slightly, Kim put the heat just a bit higher. It was grey, as well. Not a single ray of sunshine was able to break through the barrier of clouds in the sky, and it reminded you a lot of your current mood, though you were hesitant to show it.

Leah and Kim seemed genuine in their efforts to make this transition as easy for you as possible, given the fact that your apprehension to leave Barcelona was a very well known fact. You had dedicated an Instagram post with a very heartfelt caption to your departure, which made it very clear that you did not leave on your own accord.

Their dedication to welcome you, though, made you feel the tiniest bit of unfair. The women were genuinely trying, and they promised you during the car ride, when asking whether or not you were nervous, that the whole team was excited to meet you. Maybe you could try a little bit. Maybe you could enjoy this for the time being.

"Here we are."

You could see Kim's smile through the rearview mirror as she parked her car in front of an old building which you guessed was your new apartment complex. The car had left the central of London around twenty minutes ago, and at your confused expression, Laia had huffed that the club was in North London, not Central London.

"¿Es un poco feo, no?", (It's a bit ugly) you asked Laia as you stared at the shabby building. The walls were grey, and the parking lot was grey, and it seemed like everything in London was just.. grey. Plain.

"¡No, Y/N! Leah vida aquí también", (Leah lives here too) Laia huffed at your comment, shaking her head while chuckling at your statement. You shrugged, ignoring the way Leah and Kim furrowed their brows at your Spanish conversation while climbing out of your seat to retrieve your luggage.

You insisted on carrying your suitcase up the small flight of stairs as well, though Laia offered to do it for you. The two of you hadn't been super close when she'd still played at Barcelona, but you had been quite good friends, and having at least one familiar face soothed you.

"This is it", Leah smiled softly as the four of you stepped into the hallway, following your curious steps into the flat. It was plain as well, of course it was. For the first time since calming down on the plane, you had to fight tears again. The flat was nice, sure. The club had organized a quite spacious place, with lots of room and comfortable-looking furniture. But it was bare. You knew that shopping for furniture would be a hassle in the middle of the season, so you had rented it furnitured.

You missed your green couch, the thrifted, quite antique sideboard, the golden-framed mirror. You missed the framed shirts on your wall, the clothing rack with all of the shirts you had swapped with other players. All of those things were now packed away in a storage room somewhere in Barcelona. You missed Barcelona.

"Es pretty", you mumbled, dropping your keys on the white coffee table and turning around to look at Leah, who was still holding on to your large bag, the Barcelona badge imprinted on it. The look she gave you, eyebrows slightly raised, eyes looking somewhat defeated, told you that you hadn't been able to fool her.

Laia and Kim left quickly, with the excuse of having early training tomorrow and needing to run whatever errands, but Leah stayed.

"I live in the same building, so I could help you unpack if you want?"

In truth, you didn't want her to help. You didn't want her to swoop through your things, eyeing all of your personal belongings, all of the tokens of your previous home that you had left so promptly, but you didn't have the heart to tell her no. So, the two of you got to work, after a small tour through the whole unit, finding the bedroom, the bathroom and another room that you guessed you would use for storage. Your kitchen was small, after all, and it was filled with things you didn't know how to use.

"What's this?", you asked as you held up a scoop of some sort, that you had found while rummaging through your cupboards.

"It's a tea scoop, for making loose tea", Leah explained with a chuckle, taking the utensil from your hand to showcase how one scoops.

"I don't drink tea", you huffed, taking the scoop back and shoving it into the back of the cupboard before closing it a little harsher than you would have expected.

"You're in England now, you're gonna drink tea."

You decided to ignore her comment, instead opening the next drawer.

"I have a microwave", you pointed out, moving slightly to the side so that Leah could look. She was awfully close to you again, and it made you nervous.

"So you can make paellas", Leah snickered, nudging her hips against yours playfully. At that, you turned towards her, taking a shocked step back.

"Joder, you don't microwave paellas! What is wrong with you? Mujer loca", (crazy woman) you exclaimed, nudging her back playfully before diving into the next cupboard. Maybe London wouldn't be as horrible as you thought.

notes: this is baaaaad honestly but we move

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[queenie-avenue]

Take my hand, take my whole life too.

💌 ⤻ ft. THE CEO, THE CHEERLEADER, THE BASEBALL PLAYER, THE ACADEMIC RIVAL

—> Headcanons of an established relationship with the yanderes!

⤻ reader is gender neutral, reader for the cheerleader and the baseball player are the same, yandere, fluff (ignore the red flags), red flags (you actually can't ignore them), drugging, stalking, possessive behaviour, stealing of personal property, invasion of privacy, obsessive behaviour, photos without consent, slightly suggestive.

note: my first joint post with all the yanderes I have so far! this is honestly a celebratory post for me reaching a 100 followers. thank you so much for all your support <33 this post is very light on the yandere content, I'll probably make a post just inclusive of their more yandere tendencies. first post of 2024!

🦋 ⤻ archives

💌 ⤻ THE CEO, ADRIAN HOUDE

— Despite his professional exterior and PR-like smile, Adrian really melts for you. His love is passionate akin to a flame, and obsessive like a forest fire.

— Though he certainly has urges to tie you up and just never let you leave his luxury apartment, he is one of the most tolerant and sane one of all the other yandere characters.

— A gentleman. His grandma was a large part of his life, and he practically grew up with her teaching him how to treat a lady properly. He will never do anything untoward towards you and always asks whether it's okay to kiss you.

"May I kiss you?" He asked softly, his hands wrapped around your waist, his long pale fingers rubbing circles around your hip as he looked up at you expectantly. For such a ruthless man in the business world, he was like putty in your arms.

You smiled at him and nodded your head with a goofy grin as he leaned in.

Slowly, his lips claimed yours, suckling on your lower lip gently and sensually. His hands were bolder than usual, gripping you close to him on his couch. "You're such a gentleman." You whispered into his lips, making him smirk.

If only you knew the type of fantasies he had where he wasn't.

— His love language is physical touch. His hands always graze yours when no one is watching, his body pressed against yours in the elevator even when it's only the two of you. It's tamer at work, but at home, but the moment you get home, his hands are all over you.

— Prefers to keep the relationship private till engagement. His grandmother — sweet as she can be — is just like the rest of his family, judgemental when it comes to spouses. He wants to be in a place where no one can contest your love for each other. Even if they do, he's not going to change.

— Easily jealous. If you even breathe in the direction of another employee — regardless of gender because he sees anyone who interacts with you as a threat — he summons you into his office like it's time for an execution.

"Are you crazy?" He hissed at you, hands slamming you against the edge of his desk as he scooped you onto the glass table. "Doing that in front of me? Do you know how many documents I'm supposed to be looking through today?" He asked, not giving you the chance to answer by gripping your shoulders and hair, slightly tugging at it. It wasn't hard enough to be hurtful, but there was a slight sting.

His eyes were crazed as they darted between your lips and your eyes, glaring at them, as if trying to find a hint of interest in the person that had patted you on the back. What were seconds of staring felt like hours as his grip tightened.

"No, no. You're not leaving this office until I know you belong to me, and only me."

— Afterwards, though, he will be remorseful for snapping at you. He knows it's not your fault. You would never leave him, but he knows how naive you can be — even if you aren't — so he just wants to protect you! Everyone else is in the wrong, clearly.

Adrian's hand soothed down your back as he kissed your cheeks. "I'm sorry, mon chéri." He whispered as he ducked his head back into the curve of your neck. "I know I wasn't being a gentleman by getting mad at you... this isn't how my grandmother raised me to be." He sighed, disappointed in himself.

"It's fine." You promised, even if you were still a bit shaken up by his terrifying behaviour.

"I'm sorry." He whispered.

How sorry could he actually be, though? He always did this and he always enjoyed the blush on your face afterwards.

— Although he buys you your favourite flowers, he does typically buy you roses as well. He is a traditional man, after all. (Unless you dislike roses, like me-)

— His nicknames for you are a mix between endearing English nicknames and romantic French Nicknames that make you shiver whenever he speaks: My love, my muse, little dressmaker, mon chéri, mon ange, chaton.

— If you can't tell, all his nicknames typically have 'my' in front. It's a subtle way of possessing you all for himself.

— Even if you both lived together, he would still steal your belongings like you had no idea he had a crush on you. Specifically, pens or your lotion or perfume if you use any. If you have journals, just know that it will be stolen to be read through once every week. Every thought belongs to him; all of you belong to him.

"Don't forget that, mon ange."

💌 ⤻ THE CHEERLEADER, KATIE WILLIAMS

— Always drags you to her games. However, she makes it very clear that you're there to watch her, not the team.

"Were your eyes on me the entire time, pom-pom?" She asked eagerly as she leaned against you, pressing a kiss to your sensitive neck.

"You weren't looking at Jesper, were you? You're only allowed to look at me, okay?" She insisted as you nodded, too tired from the cheering you did for the cheerleader to protest.

— Every weekend, she insists on a date. It doesn't need to be a fancy place but it can just simply be cuddling on the couch and watching a move. (Psst, her favourite movie is Jennifer's Body.)

— She can't cook very well, but she'll try, just for you! Most of the time, it's you who has to take over the cooking, though. Honestly, you're much better at cooking than she'll ever be. If you manage to burn water, she'll somehow catch it on fire.

— Very decent at baking, though! She likes making cookies for you. Which may or may not be laced with some sleeping pills. Or some other drug that will make you more... relaxed as she snoops through your belongings.

— Her nicknames for you are all very cutesy and girly, to the point some of her teammates cringe at them: pom-pom, kitten, cinnamon roll, sponge cake.

— Her love language is words of affirmation. She just loves praising you, okay? She just needs to praise you. I mean, you're literally perfect.

"Your hair is like- so pretty." She commented, playing with your locks of hair, running her fingers through it as her eyes focused on each strand; obsessed. "I can't believe I'm dating someone with such nice hair." She blurted out, which made you laugh.

"What?" You chuckled.

"You know what I mean, I just love you so much. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me."

"I feel sorry for you if that's the case." You attempted to joke, but for the next hour, she made sure you knew you were the best with her actions and words.

— The easily jealous type. When she's jealous, she wraps her arms around your waist and pulls you in, making sure you can't escape.

— Likes to spray perfume over your clothes so everyone knows you belong to her and only her. She goes to crazy lengths to ensure no one has the same perfume as her so that it'll be clear who you are with.

"Oh? You think [y/n]'s copying my style?" She asked one of the cheerleaders, a giddy smile on her face. "Why?"

"I mean, I get that you're their girlfriend, but she's kind of smelling like you now too. Isn't that a bit creepy?" Katie simply smiled at the comment and told her to mind her own business. How dare someone insinuate that you're creepy? Even if you were creepy, she'd love you. Like a small thing like that could stop her.

💌 ⤻ THE BASEBALL PLAYER, JESPER HARGREAVES

— The definition of a golden retriever. He is always clingy to you, and wants your attention almost all the time.

— Of all the characters, he is possibly the one who will resort to violence the most when it comes to you.

— His love language is a mixture of quality time and physical touch.

"Where are you going?" Jesper whined as he tried to grab at your waist. "Don't leave... I only just came." That was a complete lie, Jesper had been here with you for hours, skipping practice just so he could hang out with his darling.

"I need to get to the library to study for this test." You tried to reason with him.

"The library? But you can just study here! I promise I'll be quiet, and I won't bother you!" He whimpered, gripping onto you tighter.

"Fine." You sighed as Jesper got his way again.

— Whenever you come to watch his practices, he makes sure to work extra hard just to impress you. He's the star athlete, so he's already the best on the team, but everyone can tell he works harder when your eyes are on him. If you're not there, he'll slack off a bit so his team has to make sure that you're always there when it comes to matches or they'll lose.

— After matches — despite the fact he's drenched in sweat — he will always come running up to you, irregardless of whether you like it when he hugs you when you're sweaty or not.

— Will and can beat up someone for you if they disrespect you. He's a sweet boy, but only for you, he can be quite brutal when you're not there.

Jesper looked down at the bruised guy beneath his foot. "Touch them again, and I'll make sure I'll give you a matching black eye, asshole." He hissed.

— Jesper likes to fold origami flowers for you. Of course, there's also variety in what he makes, but if you have a favourite flower or animal, he'll always make some and place it on your desk. The question that remained was how did he manage to do that before you guys got together and you gave him the extra key to your dorm?

— If you ever blame him for anything or you get antsy with him, he just assumes it's either he did something wrong or your friends said something about him to make you not like him.

💌 ⤻ THE ACADEMIC RIVAL, SEO MIN-JUN

— Will honestly be the most loving thing there is on the planet to make up for all the bullying he did to you.

— Probably manipulated you into dating him, to be honest.

— Despite how it may seem, Min-jun pays a lot of attention to you — it helps with the fact he stalks you a lot — and will often pick up on your wants and needs before you even know it. Sometimes, when you're hungry in class, he'll slide over your favourite protein bar or a piece of honey candy from a brand you like.

— Korea is huge on fashion trends and while Min-jun is rather neutral about it all, he insists heavily on wearing certain things that are typical 'couple-matching' with you.

"I got you something." He said, dumping the small gift bag on your desk, his eyes narrowing as you looked at the bag with curiosity.

"Can I open it?" You asked meekly, still a bit concerned with how sweet he was acting now that the both of you were... dating. He nodded his head, and you fished out a pair of matching rings. Knowing your boyfriend's pride, the diamonds on them were no doubt real.

"You'll wear them, won't you?" God, he was still scary, even after being tamed by being your boyfriend.

— Will introduce you to his parents fairly early on. He wants to make it clear that both of you are dating to get married. Nothing less.

— His love language is probably acts of service with a mix of gift giving.

He slid a pen over to you. "I heard your pen broke because you stupidly stepped on it. I got this made especially so it won't snap that easily.

"Unless you're that idiotic to be able to break even this material." He sighed as he rested his head on your shoulder, only quickly shooting up when he realised both of you were still in class. Darn it, you and you stupid face!

He had a reputation to uphold, you know!

— "Study sessions" almost everyday, uh-huh. Right. Sure, both of you study for maybe three hours but then the moment the clock his the three hour mark, it's time for him to bully you with his addictive kisses.

— His kisses are honestly a bit sloppy. Can you blame him? He's never had a partner before, he used to be so focused on studies before you stole his attention.

— No matter what, he is still competitive with you, and his mean side can slip out. Especially when you anger him.

"Are you making fun of me?" He hissed as he pinned you against his king sized bed, his legs over yours to ensure you do not escape him. "Answer me." Min-jun seethed as he used his free hand to grip your chin tightly.

"Look at me. Answer the question, yeo-bo."

— He knows that he's a catch, but he refuses to let you interact with anyone that you could possibly be attracted to. He goes crazy to the point of actually warning other students to not interact with you, isolating you so you'd only be with him.

— His nicknames for you are: yeo-bo (a term of endearment used between married couples in korea), my rival. He has the least nicknames for you.

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[juniperwoodwell]

How ADCU characters would react to a s/o, who admits she's Insecure about her body.

Parings: Adam Sackler x F! Reader, Flip Zimmerman x F! Reader, Phillip Altman x F! Reader, Kylo Ren x F! Reader.

Warning(s): Cursing, 18+ content, Groping, Innuendos.

Word count: 2k

A/n: Sadly I've been feeling a bit down about myself and decided to write about the boy's, honestly I hope reading this helps you as much as it did for me. Enjoy ❤️

Oh, also. The photos were edited by me, I found them all on Pinterest.

Adam Sackler

He wasn't too surprised by the confession when you told him one night; he could tell by how shy you were when you started dating and began trying things out in the bedroom.

He didn't know how to bring it up or console you properly; usually, he'd immediately change the subject when you felt insecure about something. To you, it came off as him being uncaring about your insecurities, but one night you decided to bring it up.

"Hey, Adam.." You said quietly; your back was to him as you lay in his bed.

The question ran through your mind, keeping you awake. His arm wrapped around your front and pulled you against him,

"Yeah, Kid?" his voice was groggy from sleep.

"Why do you always change the subject when you notice me becoming insecure about something?"

 "You seriously want to talk about this now?" He groaned and nuzzled his face into your neck, but you sighed and slipped out of his grasp, sitting on the bed and crossing your legs.

"Yes. It's bugging me, and If I don't know the answer, I won't sleep."

 Another groan escaped his lips, missing your warmth as he sat up, leaning against the wall.

The warm lights from the window illuminated his skin with a golden glow; you sighed and picked at your nails.

 Adam grabbed your hand and quickly pulled you into his lap, tucking his head into your shoulder. His hands slid from your naked thighs to your hips, slipping under your (His) sleep shirt. Your breath hitched when his hands touched your stomach, and you immediately grabbed his wrists.

"Adam...Please don't."

"Why not? Why are you so ashamed of this?" He squeezed your sides for emphasis.

"I-I...I don't know. Maybe it's because, in high school, I desperately tried to be the hot skinny girl?" You joked,

"Really?" Adam asked, obviously not catching on.

"No, Not really. I...I guess it's just because I'm putting so much effort into losing weight, then not seeing any progress. It's always been this way. I either can't gain any weight or lose it. I used to get upset when I got stretch marks on my thighs or when my sides got pudgy."

Adam removed his hands from under your shirt, taking both of yours so he could interlace your fingers. He kissed your shoulder. "That's stupid."

 "Adam...Don't put down my insecurities."

"Why not? They deserve it. They're useless and only make you doubt yourself. I say screw it. Stop caring about how much you hate or dislike your thighs or belly. You're beautiful not by just how you look but by your personality. Though your appearance definitely adds to it."

"How can you say that?" You asked, closing your eyes as he continued to kiss the exposed skin of your neck and shoulders.

"Because I fucking love your body. I love how thick your thighs are, especially when they're trying to crush my head like a watermelon. I love how squishy your belly and sides are. It gives me something to hold onto when I'm railing you into the mattress. Oh, and don't get me started on your ass because I know you're insecure about that too. It's my favorite pillow. Knocks me right out."

His words were accompanied by a squeeze or poke to each part he mentioned. Making sure you knew just how much he loved the things you were insecure about. He realized the subject-changing method wasn't working, so he decided on a more... Physical  approach.

Flip Zimmerman

Flip's reaction was similar to Adams, but he couldn't wrap his head around how such a beautiful, intelligent, and talented woman could be insecure about herself. He wasn't sure how to console you, but he was determined to learn how.

He started by asking questions about your insecurities, always confused by the why and how. It irritated him to know that someone made you feel  this way about yourself. No...Not irritated. It pissed him off beyond belief, but he would never let you know that.

One night, he takes the situation into his own hands, quite literally. You two were preparing to go to the park's fall cookout park.

You stood in front of the mirror trying to fix your dress, you hated wearing them, but you thought you'd try the pretty housewife look. Biting your lip, you flopped your hands to your side, giving up.

"Hey, Stop that." Flip's low voice startled you out of your self-criticizing thoughts.

 "S-stop what, Hun?" You asked, Turning to look at him as he finished buttoning up that lovely red flannel you asked him to wear.

"That whole nitpicking thing you do when you try on new clothing. You look gorgeous in that dress. -actually, you look gorgeous in anything you wear...or don't wear" He smirked, his eyes gleaming mischievously as he walked over to you, taking your hand and turning you to face the mirror again.

He wrapped his arms around your middle and put his chin on top of your head, that smirk growing into a smile as he watched the blush blossom on your cheek.

"You tease" Your voice was small; He always managed to distract you from your negative thoughts

"My pretty little Wife." He moved his head to kiss your cheek. "If you don't like the dress, I can always rip it off your pretty little body and show you just how beautiful you are with and without it."

"Oh shush, we don't have time, Flip."

"Like they're gonna care if we're late,"

 You scoffed. "Late? Honey, With you...We'd miss the whole event"

 You rolled your eyes, seeing Flip smirk in the mirror.

"That wouldn't be so bad?" His hands slid down the sides of your dress, he pulled the skirt up, but your hands grasped his wrist before he could get too far.

"Yes. Yes, it would, Zimmerman." You smiled, meeting his eyes in the reflection.

"If we stayed home, I could show you all the ways to love your body." Your head turned to meet his gaze, that mischevous glint now replaced by a low gaze and lust-blow pupils. You patted his chest,

"As much as I'd love that...And really, I would. I promised the guys at the station I'd bring those cookies you all like."

Flip groaned and kissed your head. "You or those delicious cookies...Toughest decision of my life." Together you laughed, and you pulled away.

 Swaying your hips as you left the bedroom, knowing he'd be watching and following after.

"It better be me, Honey."

 A new wave of confidence found its way into your heart and mind.

"Always, sweetheart."

If Flip could love your body so damn much, So could you.

Phillip Altman

Philips's reaction was very childish, as were most of his reactions to things you tell him. He mostly laughed in disbelief. But he settled down when you put your hands on your hips and bit your lip.

"Holy shit, You're serious." His eyes were wide.

 As I said. Disbelief.

 "Yeah, Pal. Why wouldn't I be?"

"I-I don't know? You always seem so confident in the stuff you wear; you're like the queen of confidence. It radiates off you like the fucking sun. It shows in the way you walk and the way you talk."

You shook your head. "It's not really confidence, Phillip. I just like the clothing I wear."

"Liar, You know you're hot. You have no reason to be insecure. People should be insecure because of you and all your..." he moved his hands around the air, "Hotness."

 "Hotness?"

 "Yeah. You're fucking hot." You rolled your eyes;

 Phillip sighed as he stepped close to you. His hands ghosted up your arms, not touching but close enough to feel the heat. His hands cupped your face and squished your cheeks as he kissed you; he pulled away and gently shook your face

"And you better fucking believe it. Okay? Because If you don't, I'm gonna keep doing this until you do."

He smiled and kissed you again and again, Only stopping when your fingers wrapped around his wrists. "You believe me yet? Little punk?"

You smirked and shook your head, "Nah...I don't think this method is working."

"Oh? Then what will? Huh?  How about this?"

Philip let go of your face and fell to his knees. He stared up into your eyes like a love-sick puppy.

"Oh fuck...Phillip...Get. Up." You laughed;

 He shook his head as his hands grabbed the backs of your thighs, squeezing and kneading them through your jeans.

"Phillip," You groaned; you loved his hands, how big and warm they always felt. He knew it, too.

"Hmm?"

"Stop it." You grabbed a fistful of his hair before he could shove his head between your thighs; he groaned loudly at the feeling.

 "SHit- Do that again." You smirked at his request, tugging his hair again.

"You mean this?" He shut his eyes, groaning again.

 "Yess...Your hands are so fucking addictive." He opened his eyes, meeting your own. "You're so pretty from this angle, baby. If I could, I'd be on my knees for you forever."

Kylo Ren

Kylo was angry when you told him, not at you but at your reasoning behind it. He was furious that a man you put your trust and love in constantly put down your body or called you things that made you feel less than you were.

He was determined to show you just how wrong that bastard was.

He had you pinned against the wall of his bedroom, his lips on your neck, and your arms were held above you by the force while his hands roamed your body,

"If I ever hear you putting yourself down again, I will fuck you senseless until you only believe the words I say." You moaned softly at his words; his hands took the hem of your shirt and pulled it over your head; then he unclipped your pretty black bra, sliding the straps off, and watched as it fell to the floor before he lifted his eyes back to yours.

"Do you understand?" You nodded; Kylo gripped your chin firmly, asking the question again.

"Do. You. Understand?"

"Y-Yes, Sir."

Pleased with your response, he let go of your face and took one of your breasts in his grasp; he smirked at you before he leaned down, taking it into his warm mouth, licking and sucking sweetly, eliciting loud, shaky moans from you. He let it fall from his lips with a soft pop. He lifted his head and kissed you deeply, dominating you with his tongue. His hands groped your chest, and he rolled your nipples between his forefingers and thumbs, drinking your moans and whimpers.

 He pulled away from the kiss, releasing your wrists from the force; they draped tiredly over his shoulders. His hands left your breasts, sliding down over your stomach, finding their places on your hips.

"I wish you could love yourself as much as I do." He kissed you, squeezing your hips as he lifted you, you wrapped your legs around his waist, and he carried you to the bed, kissing your neck as he laid you down; his kisses trailed down from there.

When he reached your belly, he smiled up at you, his fingers dipping into the waistband of your pants.

"Guess I will just have to teach you how."

#writing #writers on tumblr #fanfic #reader insert #kylo ren x reader #flip zimmerman x reader #adam sackler x reader #phillip altman x reader #adcu

[queenofthequillandink]

I can't remember if you've described how the Everlasting Trio looks like aged up. Or if Dannys ghostform looks different, so official petition for a short list of descriptors? Like Height, Hair, general clothing etc. Maybe Ellie and Jazz as well ❤️

Sorry to bother you!

I have to go through what I wrote to make sure I don't contradict myself lol, but here we go:

Danny: 24, 5'6. He keeps his hair a little shorter than in the show, close on the sides and longer on top. He filled out a little and is a little broader in the shoulder, but he's still skinny and years of not getting enough food for his increased caloric needs left his growth more stunted than it would have been otherwise. He tends towards looser clothing, a habit from hiding how muscular he was in high school. Plus, he just likes to be comfy. When his death injury is acting up, he wears a wrist compression brace on his left arm. His canines (top and bottom) could properly be called fangs. He gets more sleep than he used to, but has pretty permanent dark circles.

Danny's ghost form is a little more ghostly than it used to be. His teeth are sharper, his ears are longer and pointed, and his skin has a green under tint to it. I am a big fan of the "constellation freckles" fanon, so I'm keeping it.

Sam: 24, 5'3. Sam keeps her hair a little longer than in the show, down past her shoulders, though she still likes the half up, half down style. She dresses punk/goth with a little more street fashion flair than you can get in a kids tv show.

Think this:

She still likes dramatic makeup choices, like black or purple lipstick and heavy eyeliner.

Her canines are a little sharper, but not noticably inhuman. She's taken to wearing brown contacts day to day and only going out with her purple eyes (which I've decided are natural because fight me) as Aconite.

Tucker: 24, 5'10. Tuck's hair is longer and dreaded. Up until this moment, they were relatively short but then I tried to find a reference photo and found this

-and fell in love instantly so he has long dreads that he wears like this. He is the master of comfy cozy. He wears a dress shirt and slacks to work, but as soon as he's home, he is in the biggest, comfiest sweater. This man owns so many cardigans. It's about the soft 🤌. He no longer wears the beret(?) thing from canon, but does love him a good beanie. He is never seen without tech of some kind. He teeth are sharp like Sam's.

I know in canon, Tucker's eyes are blue, but I always imagine them brown anyway. Whichever direction you go, the irises have gold threaded in them now (bleedover from being Pharaoh). I am very bad at picking new glasses for people, but I think he's switched to bigger frames. Maybe something like this:

Jay: 15, 5'4. You've already nailed Jay's look in your art, but his skin is a touch darker than Danny's. They both have freckles and similar hair, though Jay's has a curl. He prefers simple, comfortable outfits: pretty much all of his wardrobe is jeans, tshirts, and sweatshirts. His eyes are teal. He doesn't (yet?) have fangs in human form.

Jazz: 26, 6'3. Jazz keeps her hair long like in canon, down to her waist. She typically dresses in business casual or equally sharp outfits. Even in her personal life, she's very well dressed. I absolutely imagine her as the kind of person who doesn't even dress down for travel, hence her wearing business casual on a plane. She usually keeps the makeup pretty light unless she's looking to be intimidating, in which case she has a special tube of maroon lipstick that Sam gave her. She has small but visible fangs in human form.

Elle: 21, 5'5. Ellie is visibly muscular, lean in the way those Super Outdoors people are. She also dresses in sturdy outdoors clothes and solid hiking boots, good for travelling, though she has some fun outfits that are a mishmash of fashion from all over the world. She has several ear piercings. Preferentially, she has long hair as an undercut, though it sometimes grows out as she travels.

She's rarely without her backpack, in which she keeps all of her essentials. She has tons of interesting scar stories and I imagine more than one spur-of-the-moment tattoo. In fact, I've just decided that she has the silhouette of a bird flying into the sunrise on her right shoulder.

These are just guidelines, so feel free to make some decisions yourself!

#dpxdc #unearthed reborn #askasaurus rex #delicatementalitydonut #danny fenton #sam manson #tucker foley #jason todd #jazz fenton #elle phantom

[lesmismignon]

something something a mother's day fic set after Threnody. it has been at least 3 mother's days now. at this rate my gf's cats will call me mother sooner than this gets finished, so

"You looked troubled."

Seras blinked. Her master was in front of her with his torso sticking out of the ceiling.

"Eh." She did not reply any further than that.

"You know, I almost miss the high-pitched, annoying police girl. At least then you were respectful."

"I'm always respectful, Master," Seras said, wide-eyed and innocent.

Alucard disappeared and reappeared in the hall, standing properly this time. He looked bored, which explained his nosiness.

"Perhaps I may be able to dispense advice."

Yeah, sure. Dracula. Vlad the Impaler. Giving her sound advice. Great. She would have better luck summoning Walter on an ouija board.

"Has anyone told you how loud your thoughts are?"

Her eyes twitched. Alucard was trying, in his own dysfunctional way, to make up for his thirty-year absence. Which was all fine and dandy, but as usual he had the worst timing. "I'm sorry, Master. It's just something to do with Integra."

"Oh?" There was a distinct inflection.

Seras prided herself on not blushing. Ever since the day in which the office was not wrecked, the relationship between her two masters had improved. Too improved. Actually, even Pip was starting to avoid the walls near Integra's bedroom!

"Yes, well, it's Mother's Day soon."

Alucard stared, uncomprehending.

"And I want to get her a present, is all. The thing is, I've exhausted my options—"

"You want to get Integra a Mother's Day gift," he deadpanned.

"Yes. I do every year."

"Do you see Integra as a mother figure?"

"Yes? Oh! I know it's strange, since we're only three years apart, but that's easy to forget when she has those wrinkles—which are lovely on her," Seras added hastily, misreading Alucard's expression. "I know I tease her! But I told her, Master, go and apply those creams I got you for your fiftieth birthday if you're really that unhappy—"

"Then, pray tell," Alucard drew out, "what does that make me?"

Seras blinked again. Then it dawned on her.

"O-oh." She fidgeted. "I guess that would make you a, um."

There was a pause.

"To be honest, Master, you're, er, you've been away for so long—no offense! It's not quite—how should I say—" Seras coughed. "Um. I could—oh! Wait! Let me show you something."

She whipped out from her pocket a black rectangle.

"This is the modern phone, Master!" Seras explained quickly. "A smartphone! It can take calls, pictures, videos, go on the internet—do everything, basically. So, er, what I'm trying to show you is...there!" She swiped several times on the screen and then held it up.

Alucard stilled.

"It's Master Integra's old photos! There aren't a lot, she always gets so snippy when I try to take them..."

The photo on display was taken a few summers ago. It was a side profile of Integra, capturing a moment seconds before she had fully turned and swatted at the phone. They had taken a rare day off at the beach. She was gazing off into the ocean distance, and perhaps because of that, her one eye was a deeper blue, a depth that went to the far reaches of her thoughts.

"I almost burned that day," Seras said casually, next to Alucard's stock-stillness. "You can't tell, but she has on a blue sundress. She looked so pretty in it! I had to convince her not to go back and change, what was all that sun lotion I'd put on her for, then? And…" She trailed off. "Um, you need to use your bare finger, Master."

Alucard was attempting to copy what Seras had done and swipe for more pictures. Upon her input his gloves vanished. Seras did not miss how they had been blank.

Her eyes curved. You really are… "Wait."

She jumped and tugged at his sleeve as he began to walk away. "Master, you can't take it, that's my private phone!"

"Don't you think privacy is redundant when I can read your thoughts?"

"What? What does that even--that just means you shouldn't be doing either! Give it back! I--I need that to message Pip--"

"Your goose boy? Don't you two talk enough in your heads?"

"Never you mind," Seras screeched, and ripped the phone from his grasp. "Master, I promise I'll get you your own, just give me an hour!"

Alucard looked at her owlishly. "I want the photos."

"With the photos! God!" Seras darted into a wall to escape.

#Hellsing #hellsing fanfiction #this has been in my drafts for so long i get confused if i ever posted it or not #if i have pls ignore #seras victoria #Alucard #let's get my Hellsing writing mode up and running #alutegra

[beomgyw]

HOMEBOUND TRAIN

GIF by baeefox

you chose the guitar

you've unlocked a new timeline !! remember that each decision generates more alternative realities, so choose wisely.

if you're new here, go back to the beginning !!

standing in the snaking line to board the train, you can't help but notice the sea of people around you. it's like a mini migration, all headed to geoje-ssi, your hometown. and rightfully so, it´s a beautiful place.

you remember it to be an attractive vacation spot. memories flood back of your childhood, surrounded by tourists snapping photos and getting under your grandma's skin with their incessant chatter. she never missed a chance to curse them under her breath.

as the line inches forward, the station workers call for a second line, reserved for those lugging around massive suitcases, bikes, and other oversized gear.

with your guitar strapped to your back, you let out a heavy sigh as you join the new queue, watching enviously as others breeze past with just their essentials, nothing but a small bag slung over their shoulders. carrying around that guitar you can't even play properly suddenly feels like the dumbest decision ever.

the line inches forward at a snail's pace, thanks to your usual cast of annoying travellers. the lady in front of you who won't stop griping about how delicate her suitcase is, the backpacker dude who suddenly decides it's the perfect time to start disassembling his bike... classic. but finally, you make it onto the train.

the compartments are mostly packed, so you pick one where you can at least avoid being suffocated by a cocktail of five different colognes. as you peek into the compartment, you see only one boy, buried nose-deep in what seemed to be a college textbook.

"hey, mind if i sit here?" you ask politely.

he looks up and answers with a light nod, offering a smile warm enough to convince you that he really does not mind. he then returns to his book, and you can´t help but feel sorry for him. studying at the beginning of summer? rough. he probably had flunked a class and had to make up for it during the break.

you pick the spot by the window (of course) and cozy up for the ride. as the train begins to move, you steal a few glances at the boy as he pores over his pages. but there's something about him that doesn't quite fit the mold of a slacker. with his slick black hair and gentle attire, he's more like a character from a glossy magazine than someone who'd flunk a class. 

you notice something else, though it was impossible not to. his phone, perched somewhat carelessly beside him, keeps buzzing with message notifications, each flash of light drawing your gaze. and each time, the boy would glance at the screen, roll his eyes in exasperation, then proceed to ignore the phone. this goes on long enough for your attention to drift away.

the train goes on, and the steady rattling starts lulling you to sleep.

but before you can fall asleep, your phone buzzes with an incoming call. you smile upon discovering the familiar name on the screen. despite having gradually lost touch since you moved out, you had never deleted his contact and apparently he hadn't changed his phone number in 7 years.

"well, this is awkward" he chuckles softly from the other line.

"yeah, kinda." you agree, trying to suppress your own smile. "i mean, i didn't expect you to call like, at all. the old kai i knew would've probably let the awkwardness win."

he let out a light giggle. "guess i'm not that kid anymore. but you're right, it wasn't exactly my initiative. gran insisted i call."

"why's that?"

"to let you know that i'll be picking you up, of course! you didn't think i was gonna leave you stranded at the station, did you? awkward or not, we're top notch hosts, us huenings."

"aw, that's sweet of you, kai, but really, it's fine." you talk while looking at the window, so you don't notice that your conversation seems to have peaked the textbook boy´s interest. you also don't notice that he has finally answered his texts, all while stealing glances at you. "i can just grab a cab or something. no need to go through the trouble."

"but i want to! plus, i've got a surprise for you," he added eagerly.

"really?"

"yep! and trust me, it's a win-win. it'll totally ease the awkwardness of us reuniting after, what, 8 years without a word."

"what's the surprise? tell me, pretty please..."

"see, y/n, i know for sure you're pouting. but we're on the phone, so it has no effect on me..." Kai teased.

"fine. whatever," you chuckled. "i guess i'll have to wait and see."

"you won't have to wait long. what's your ETA?"

"hmm, i should be there around 6pm."

"sweet, i´ll be there! i'm eager to see you again, y/n" he admits, his tone softening. "it's been too long."

"yeah, it has," you agree. "i'm really looking forward to catching up."

"me too. oh, and one more thing," kai added before you could respond. "gran insisted that we picked up those pastries you like so much from dan´s bakery on our way home, so start brainstorming flavours, alright?"

"i will," you said with a smile. "tell grandma i'm excited to see her!"

"will do. see you soon!"

"see you soon, little cousin." even after hanging up the phone, your smile lingers. your little cousin kai had always been the quiet type, shy to a fault, but hearing him on the phone just now, he sounded different—more confident, somehow. it's funny how people change, you think to yourself, a sense of pride swelling in your chest as you picture kai, no longer the timid child you remember, but growing into his own. just like you had, just like everyone must have while you were away.

and that's when the grin started to fade. you're different now, you realize. you've changed. changed a lot, actually. maybe for the better, you like to hope. you've morphed into this conventionally beautiful woman, ticking off all those boxes of academic success. but deep down, that awkward little girl, the one who used to get teased and called names, she's still lurking in that beach town you're heading back to. it's like a part of you never left.

as you were mulling over all this, the train rattling on towards your destination, you hear a shy voice speaking to you.

"h-hey, sorry. i don't want it to seem like i'm eavesdropping, but is the kai you were talking to... huening kai?" he asks, his words stumbling out.

"uh, yeah," you nod slowly, somewhat caught off guard. the boy´s phone keeps insistently notifying that someone really really wants to talk to him, but he flips it over and leaves the screen facing down.

"cool! so you're y/n! i'm... oh," he stops himself, seeing how surprised you were at him knowing your name. "i must sound like a total weirdo right now, sorry. i'm soobin, i'm friends with kai."

"nice to meet you," you chuckle. "and you don't sound like a weirdo, you're good."

he smiles. "he's been going on about you coming over for the summer, huening... he's pretty hyped, i gotta say. i'm just telling you because he probably won't. he missed you."

at this, your heart melts a little. kai has always been cute in his own eccentric way. "how long have you know kai?" you ask. "i don't remember you from middle school..."

"i moved in right after you left. first year high school. huening took it pretty hard, you leaving and all. him and that other girl, yunjin. we promised to go back to geoje for the summer, so..." he begins to say, but he trails off. "they have something going on, those two... or they wish they did. ah..." rather than regretful, his grin was mischievous. "maybe i shouldn't have spilled... i don't know how close you are to huening after so much time."

"oh, no, you probably shouldn't have. he´d be mortified." you admit, amused. "but its not exactly breaking news. kai´s been crushing on yunjin since we were ten."

you share a laugh. if soobin and you were still strangers, you now at least knew that you shared two things; a cozy little beach town and a special love for teasing huening kai.

and then, he gets the call.

though he remains polite, he is clearly annoyed at the person calling him, muttering through a tight smile, "sorry, i have to take this."

"oh, of course. take it!"

he began to leave, but stopped in his tracks. "hey, honestly, you're nice to talk to and we still have a few hours of travel ahead of us." he said. "wanna meet up in the cafeteria compartment? on me!" he suggested, his grin gentle.

"sure, sounds good!" you say, returning the enthusiasm.

"great! i´ll head there as soon as i´m done with the call. see you!"

he leaves the compartment while you gather your belongings, feeling a pang of determination to at least offer to split the bill. grabbing your wallet, you make your way out.

you saunter down the narrow train aisle, the familiar hum of conversations and the rhythmic clatter of wheels against the tracks filling the air. but amidst the mundane sounds of travel, you hear the voice of soobin, coming from the closed door of the toilets, sounding a tad vexed.

"dude, seriously, you're such a pain in the ass." he says, his words slightly muffled by the restroom door. "and what am i supposed to do about it! i don't know, talk to her, ask her out, be normal if that's even possible?!"

cute. you think. one of his friends must be having girl problems. amused, you linger in the doorway, curiosity getting the better of you for just a moment longer. you even entertained yourself with the idea that the lover boy in question could be kai.

"you have got to be kidding me!" soobin´s frustration spilled over. "you've had like a hundred girlfriends since then, that's excluding the flings, and now you're acting like you're twelve! man up!"

yikes. that sounded a bit off character for huening kai. you keep supressing your laughter. apparently, your little cousin was now a man who've had a hundred girlfriends, excluding the flings.

"christ, it´s like you don't know him. huening won't mind. the boy just lacks the halo, of course he won't mind!"

oh? so he wasn't talking to huening. suddenly, the fun of the eavesdropping starts to fade away, replaced by a sinking feeling in your gut. what if huening was about to get hurt by whatever they were discussing?

but then you hear it. clearly, too. soobin mentions your name.

"that's if y/n remembers you, at all."

you recoil from the door as if it had bitten you. listening doesn't feel right anymore, invasive, even. but a nagging curiosity gnaws at you, urging to listen for just a bit longer. you press your ear against the door.

"how am i supposed to know? it was pure chance..." you hear soobin say. "well, she said her name´s y/n and her cousin is huening kai, so... no, she doesn't look like the pic. look, this is totally not my problem. to me she's just a nice girl i met on the train, i'm not taking sides, alright?" he says. "no! i'm not playing the spy for you. it´s childish. seriously man, what's gotten into you? you're supposed to be the cool one."

you're not a particularly gossipy person, bu oh how you wish you could hear the person on the other line.

"i don't know, i guess you'll find out when you talk to her." he says. "of course you´ll get to talk to her, you clown, she'll be staying here all summer!"

a pause follows.

"toddler." soobin scoffs.

another silence.

"but why?"

one more. this one slightly longer.

"...oh."

the last silence. and you guess this one goes both ways.

"well, it'll be fine. she seems nice enough. just don't freak out, alright? k. bye."

as the restroom door creaks open, you scramble away, heart pounding with a mix of confusion and adrenaline. you head to the cafeteria compartment, where you take a seat and try to make sense of it all.

pricking at the label of the water bottle you just ordered, you mull over the conversation. he was talking about you, but you don't know to whom or why. they seemed to know you from the past, they mentioned something about you remember them... and they knew huening too, so maybe it had to be a common friend. someone who knew kai, and soobin and... you? and the most important thing, they were nervous to talk to you. maybe it wasn't really a friend.

then it clicks. someone from your past, someone who perhaps hadn't treated you well before and was now trying to muster up the courage to apologise. it makes sense. or at least, it is the only way you can make sense of it.

as you think this over, soobin walks in with a gentlemanly smile you are starting to register as characteristic of his. and as you stare at him, you decide to give him the benefit of the doubt. whatever the conversation was about, he told the other person he didn't want to lie to you. he is a good person, or principled, at least.

"hello, again!" he smiles.

he seems nice. you don't even know him, but he seems nice. and precisely, because he seems so nice, you...

ask about it. better come clean and avoid any misunderstandings.

let it go. no hard feelings. besides, you can ask kai about it later.

#txt fic #txt beomgyu #txt yeonjun #multichoice #txt angst #beomgyu #beomgyu x reader #beomgyu x you #beomgyu fic #txt #beomgyu angst #tomorrow x together #txt fluff #beomgyu fluff #txt headcanons #txt smut #yeonjun x reader #yeonjun x y/n #yeonjun #blue crush

[jelli3fantasy]

Enchanted to meet you F.W.

Pairing: Fred Weasley(hp) x fem!reader (Implied gryffindor reader)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Summery: you've known the Weasley twins since first year and since then, you've never left eachothers sides. Everyone knew you had feelings for the more flirtatious twin, except him, so when you find out that he's asked out Angelina to the yule ball, you had to find a way to bury your feelings before you let it slip.

Warnings: angst, angst, and more angst. Mentions of "y/n", !not proof-read!

a/n: I tried to make this as inclusive as possible, although I will say in this story she has hair past her shoulders but that's pretty much it. Also I wrote this about the song <Enchanted> by Taylor swift, so I recommend you listen to that while listening. Btw this is SUPER LOOSELY based on a fic I read but I can't find the original, so if it seems familiar feel free to tag them!

This is part ⅓, and I havent exactly figured out the plan for the next few chapters, BUT I can tell you, the dance is not in this chapter, it's in the next because I got distracted and wrote a little too much for this chapter

Anyways, enjoy!

It was breakfast when he first mentioned it. He didn't even tell us properly, he just let it slip without noticing.

"Hey so I was thinking maybe we could do group photos before we head to the ball, y'know everyone with their dates. I ready asked Angelina if she was up for it, she said it was a great idea."

I don't think he even noticed what he had said, he just kept his head down looking at his food. George gave he a knowing look, and my throat went dry. He had know about my feelings for Fred since third year, when he practically got on his knees, begging, to see why I was always so flustered around Fred. I didn't bother looking into George's eyes, because I knew if I did, there was a high chance that I would be able to keep my composure. Fred spoke again before we got the chance to say anything.

"By the way y/n, Angelina was wondering of you wanted to go dress shopping with her."

For the first time this morning fred looked up from his plate, directing his gaze to me. My heart stopped for a second when our eyes met. It wasn't anything new but this time felt...different. I hadn't even realized I was staring till George cleared his throat. I flicker my eyes for a split second to meet with George's eyes, only to switch my focus back to Fred. I cleared my throat before answering.

"That sounds great but, I already said I'd go with ginny."

I gave him my best fake smile. I hadn't told him the whole truth but it wasn't a complete lie. I had asked ginny to go with me, but she said she had already gotten a dress.

"Oh that's a shame."

He directed his attention back to his plate. Throughout the rest of the day, you tried to avoid him and Angelina. It's not like you hated her, it was just hard to be around the girl who managed to get Fred's attention, without feeling a pang of jealousy throughout your body. In potions you took the spot by George insted of your usual seat by Fred. George had obviously known why, but that didn't stop him from asking.

"How are you holden' up?"

George slightly nudged your side.

"Not well, actually."

I turned to him, giving him a bit of a sarcastic smile.

"Well have you alleast thought about who your gonna take to the ball?"

I had actually. Not my first choice, but a shy hufflpuff boy that id know to fancy me first came to mind. It might be a little mean going with him only as a last resort, but what else was I supposed to do? Go alone? Yea, no way.

"Yea a little but I'm not to sure yet. What about you?"

George hadn't been the type to go out with alot of girls. He'd rather spend his time making jokes or thinking about what prank he was gonna do next. That's why it shocked me a little to find out he was going with a ravenclaw girl from his herbology class. Even if it was just as friends, I was happy for him.

The rest of the day seemed to fly by and next thing I knew, I was dragging myself to the great hall for dinner. When I walked through the door, I took a quick glance around the gryffindor table, not expecting anything out of the ordinary, when I see Angelina, Fred's arm draped over her shoulder, in my seat. I wanted to go over there and just let all my feelings spill from my mouth, but before I could go near the table, my feet were taking me away from the great hall and towards the common rooms.

By the time I reached the common rooms, my appetite was long gone and the water works had been flowing nonstop. Luckily everyone was either eating, or out, seeing as it was Friday and the ball was about a week away. I didn't even bother going up to the dormitory, I just took a spot on the floor infront of the couch and the empty fireplace. I wrapped my arms around myself. Since it was mid to late December, the cold was almost un-bearable and the fact that the fireplace hadn't been lit yet, wasnt helping. The common room was practicality a walk in freezer, and the only thing I had on was my robes.

When I awoke the next morning, I was grateful that it was the weekend. When I had originally woke up the night before, I was still on the ground but my back was aching and my neck was sore from the position I was in. I managed to stumble up to the dormitory after everyone else had gone to bed, not bothering to change out of my robes.

I made my way out of bed sluggishly, heading to the lavatory to wash myself off from the night prior.

I had decided to stop by hogsmade to visit a little boutique to see if they had any accessories that could go with my dress for the yule ball. I hadn't given the ball much thought other than dates, so I was rather excited to see what I could find. I had gotten my dress only a few days prior to the conversation I had at breakfast with Fred and George, and yet i hadn't thought of what I would wear with it. The dress was long and bearly grazed the floor. It had a beige base with dark see through fabric embroidered with gold accents over top. The straps were thin and had long bows covering them. It was a little out of my comfort zone, but that's what made it so special. My shoes were beige with gold vines wrapping themselves around the heel of the shoe. I hadn't decided what I was going to do with my hair, but there was still quite some time till the ball so I didn't have to rush or anything.

I left the boutique with a few simple gold bracelets, and made my way back to the castle to meet up with a few friends for lunch. Walking through the main door, whith my head down caused me to run directly into a broad figure while turning a corner.

"Oh my bad, sorry"

I apologized almost immediately, expecting that to be the end of the interaction, only to stop in my tracks.

"No worries love"

The familiar voice rang through my ears, as i looked up to see the last person I wanted to run into today.

"So... where you headed? Maybe I could join you"

Fred gave me his signature smirk. I wanted to run. Tell him no, that I didn't want to see him. But of course I knew that would ask questions, so I let him follow me. I went to the library in hopes he'd leave so I could sneakout and go with my friends, But, even when we got there he just took a spot directly next to me. I pulled out a book from a nearby shelf that I'd been eyeing out for a while and started reading. Surely he'd leave soon, right? Wrong. He sat there, next to me, for the entire afternoon as I read. Eventually I put the book back, being to distracted to concentrate on the words on the pages.

"Where were you at dinner last night?"

The question had slightly caught you off guard, seeing as he'd been quiet all this time.

"Oh, I just didn't have much of an appetite"

Which wasn't a complete lie.

"Well did you want to walk with me to dinner?"

Dinner. I had completely missed lunch and had spent my afternoon reading I hopes that Fred would leave, but he never did. At this point I would've said no. That I was just gonna skip dinner again. But my stomach was growling, and if I didn't eat soon, I might've just passed out. I had no other choice but to agree.

Dinner had went by smoothly. A lot more smoothly than last night. I found myself laughing like old times, even if Angelina was still sitting in my spot. I just took the empty place by george insted. Eventually the night crept upon me and the energy I once had was long gone at this point. Me and George said our goodnight and headed to the dorms together, as Fred and Angelina were busy talking to their mutual friends.

The walk to the dorms was quiet. But not in an uncomfortable way, in the good way. When we got to the common room, we sat on the couch In sync, and just sat there for a minute in silence. Taking in eachother company. I rested my head on George's shoulder -a habit I picked up early on in our friendship, as we were both touchy people- and he rested his head atop of mine.

"Do you think you're gonna tell him?"

The question wasn't surprising to me seeing as this wasn't the first time he's asked.

"I don't know. He seems pretty happy with Angelina right now, I'd hate to ruin it for him."

You glance up at George, to see him deep in thought. It wasn't an abnormal thing to see George distracted, but this seemed different.

"What's on you mind Georgie?"

I kept my eyes on him when he glanced at me

"Hes going to ask Angelina to be his gifriend after the ball."

My heart broke for a second, before starting to beat rapidly. I'd known he would never go for me, but there was still a piece of me that hoped everyday that maybe just maybe, he would confess his undying love for me. But that was stupid. Now that I knew for sure he wasn't interested, it hurt like hell.

"How do you know?"

I tried to hide the crack in my voice.

"He asked me for advice on how to ask, as if I knew anything about that."

He huffed a small laugh.

I let a few tears slip out, but I refused to break down infront of goerge, even if he had seen me break down before. I rested my head back on his shoulder, and let the hot tears fall. After a while, my breathing slowed and a drifted to sleep.

#Spotify #harry potter x reader #fred weasley angst #fred weasley x you #fred weasly x reader #fred x reader angst #fred weasley #fred wealsey fic #fred weasley x fem!reader

[canirove]

Best friends… forever? | Chapter 22

Author’s note: Next Tuesday’s chapter... 👀

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"Good morning, Mila."

"Morning."

"Are you... Making breakfast?"

"I am indeed" she says. "It's my way of saying thank you for putting me to bed last night."

"I couldn't leave you on the sofa. And you kind of were glued to me" Rúben smiles.

"I can't remember that. I was asleep" Mila shrugs.

"Yeah... You were" he says, still smiling. "Anyway, what are you making?"

"Your usual avocado toast. And I got you your ginger shot too" she says, putting the little bottle in front of him. "I don't know how you can drink that."

"It's good for you."

"Seeing the faces you make when you drink it, I'm not so sure."

"It is good. Look at how healthy and strong I am" Rúben says, flexing his biceps and making Mila feel her cheeks get warm.

"I actually think you drink it so you can be around the house like this and don't get sick."

"Like this?"

"Shirtless, Rúben. Since we started living together, I think I've never seen you having breakfast with a t-shirt on."

"Are you complaining?" he asks with a cheeky smile.

"Whatever" Mila says, turning around and moving to the fridge to hide that, this time, she is properly blushing, something he would definitely be able to notice.

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"What are you doing at the door?"

"Watching" Mila says.

"I thought we were going to train together. Burn those chocolates, you know?"

"You have to burn them. I ate one, and I eat some chocolate every day. It's part of my diet, I don't need to do anything" she shrugs.

"Not even some stretching from falling sleep on a weird position?"

"You have a very comfortable shoulder. But I could do with some yoga, yes. I'm gonna see if I left any work out clothes in my room" she says as she leaves the gym. When she moved to her own place, she left some clothes and random things at their apartment. Rúben didn't mind that she used it as some sort of storage room.

After getting changed and going back to the gym, Mila can't help but stare at him. He's resting next to one of the machines with his back to her, and in a position that asks for his butt to be slapped. That, or for a photo. Or both, to be honest.

"What are you doing?" Rúben asks her when he sees her in the mirror.

"Taking a photo to put it on my stories. After the one with the chocolates, we need to make sure Pep knows you are burning them."

"Does he follow you?"

"Nope. But his daughter does. She knows Manchester is red" Mila says, putting her phone down and picking a mat.

"Manchester is red..." Rúben repeats, shaking his head.

"It is and you know it" she replies, lifting her arms and bending down.

Now Rúben is the one staring. Since when is yoga this... Sexy? He's seen people doing those same moves many times before, and he's never felt anything. But seeing Mila arch her back during the cat cows, and the way her butt is popping out, is making him think of things they've done and...

"Focus."

"What?" Mila says while looking at him, her body on that exact position that is driving him crazy.

"Nothing. Just thinking what I'm doing next" Rúben says, moving to one of the machines.

"Ok..." she says, going back to her routine. She's so focused on it, that it isn't until she gets up and does her first warrior two, that she notices that Rúben has taken off his shirt. And to make things worse, he's doing some back exercises. "Oh, c'mon."

"Uh?" Rúben says, looking back at her.

"Did you really need to do that?" she says, not being able to hold her pose anymore.

"Do what?" he asks, taking a towel and rubbing it over his chest.

"Jesus Christ, Rúben" she says, rolling her eyes. "Did you seriously have to do that shirtless and in front of me, when you know they way the muscles on your back make me feel? And now... That too?" she says, moving her hands in the air and in front of his chest.

"Me? You are the one sticking out your butt while stretching, and you perfectly know how that makes me feel."

"That's how the moves work!"

"And with a t-shirt it's uncomfortable to make my moves!"

"Since when?"

"Always! When have you seen me on that machine and with my t-shirt on?"

"Maybe never" Mila says after thinking about it for a few seconds. "But things are different now."

"They are, yes. And we need to do something about it" Rúben sighs.

"What do you mean?"

"We need to get this out of our system."

"Rúben... We are not going to..."

"We are going for a run" he says, cutting her before she can finish her sentence. Though he knew what she was going to say. The smile that he's trying to hide says it all.

"Running? On our free day?"

"Yes, running. Did you leave any shoes here?"

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"I fucking hate you, Rúben" Mila says, trying to catch up her breath once they make it back to their building.

"What?"

"That was horrible."

"That was nice" he says with a big smile.

"Nice is the bath I'm having the moment we walk through the door. That run... That run was torture."

"C'mon, Mila. You are a professional football player, that should be nothing for you."

"I'm a professional football player, yes. But I'm not a freak. Only freaks like you can run like that, my God."

"Maybe you should try being a freak, it can help you against certain players. That West Ham goal from the other day? I think you could have avoided it if you were a freak like me."

"Oh, fuck off" she says.

"It's the truth" Rúben shrugs.

"Did I ever tell you that Rodrygo, the one that plays for Real Madrid, follows me on Instagram? He sends his regards."

"Oh, that was low, Mila" he laughs.

"It's the truth" she shrugs before walking towards the door.

And that's the mood for rest of the morning. They keep teasing the other and laughing, feeling like the old days. Like what they've always been. Like two best friends.

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#ruben dias #ruben dias fanfic #ruben dias imagine #football fanfic #football imagine

[starg1rlie]

"ho, ho, ho!"

childe inwardly cringed as the line in front of him surged forward once more. since he was much taller than his sons, noah and nolan, he got a clear view of the mall's "santa." the corners of his lips twisted downwards into a frown; this santa was inaccurate as any mall santa he'd ever seen. even you would agree with him, if you were here.

he was skinny, for one, so skinny, in fact, that the santa clothes were baggy against his bony frame. the white beard and wig that he wore was also quite obvious (at least to him), and wasn't even put on properly. even the hat looked too big on him, but the kids were eating it up, especially noah and nolan.

"pick me up! pick me up! i wanna see him, i wanna see him!" noah and nolan both attempted at crawling up childe's body to get a better look at santa claus, only ending in them both sliding down. if it weren't for the belt he wore around his waist, they'd probably long tugged down his jeans already.

childe chuckled softly. "be patient." he found himself surprised at how much he repeated this phrase in his household; perhaps you were rubbing off on him more than he originally had thought.

they both pouted at their father before slumping down, poking at the ground while they sulked. soon enough, childe imagined, they'd be wearing their usual bright smiles and be giggling like the little imps they were. they'd probably behave better if you were still around (they often compared you to a vengeful spirit), maybe even stop pretending like they didn't have any bones in their bodies and lean against whatever surface they could.

finally, finally, the torture of waiting was over, and it was their turn. noah and nolan practically launched themselves into the fake santa claus's arms, which caused him to let out a grunt-cough before he re-adjusted his hat and smiled widely for the camera lady.

"okay you two, say cheese!"

"cheese!" they both smiled widely, showing off their great pearly whites as the camera lady clicked away with her camera.

"hey, you mind taking a photo for me?" childe inquired, stepping up to the woman and holding out his phone, which was already opened to the camera app.

"of course. they your sons?" she asked as she accepted the phone. getting down onto one knee to get a better angle at the three.

"yep," childe chuckled, nodding as he shoved his hands into his pockets, rocking back and forth on the balls of his heels. (please, i can't write balls without cracking a smile, pfft-)

"cute sons. they probably get it from their dad," she said as she handed over the phone.

"actually, they get it more from their mother," childe replied in a hurried tone, already picking up the two of them and exiting past the roped exit.

"hey, daddy?" noah piped up after childe was halfway home.

"yeah, kid?" he said, eyes darting up to the rearview mirror.

"why is it that santa looks different every year we see him?" he asked innocently, and childe nearly swerved off the road.

"uh, well- i think it's because he doesn't watch what he eats?" childe said it more like a question than a statement as he sat up straigther in his seat.

"so sometimes he's fat, and sometimes he's...skinny?" nolan said, looking up from his car seat to meet his father's nervous gaze.

there was no way in hell he could tell them that there was no santa. after years of pretending for his siblings, he knew better than to say that santa didn't exist and that it was really him that gave them presents that read "from: santa". you'd probably murder him in his sleep, or even haunt him for the rest of his life if you ever found out he let it slip.

"yeah, yeah, exactly like that." childe let out a nervous laugh as the car slowly rolled to a stop in the front of their driveway. "now come on, you two have cleaning to do. don't think i forgot about your guys' mess just because it's christmas."

"awwwwww!" nolan and noah both pouted but they obeyed. they both knew that there was no messing with him; they'd already pressed his buttons earlier this afternoon when they decided it was a good idea to draw christmas doodles all over the house's walls with crayola crayons.

"ready to clean?" he said, tossing the both of them two sudsy sponges and bringing a bucket of soapy water next to them.

"ready..." they said in unison, face devoid of their usual joy as they squatted down to scrub away at a rather disturbing-looking drawing of santa claus. they'd both be here all night, no doubt. hopefully their dad would bring them hot cocoa and cookies soon, because their stomachs both rumbled rather loudly, announcing "i am hungry" to their owners.

#childe x reader #childe x you #childe x y/n #childe genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin drabble #genshin fanfic #genshin impact #genshin #( ﾉ ﾟｰﾟ)ﾉ leeo writes!

[broccoliboix5peepeeman]

For the prompt game 37. “Thank you, for everything.”

Izuku smiles brightly as he looks out across the sea of graduation gowns, all flapping as they applaud him. Behind the podium, he's abusing the hell out of his stress ball, but no one needs to know that.

'Thank you, Midoriya, for that wonderful speech.' Principal Nezu calls out as he crosses the stage. He waits for Izuku to discreetly slip the ball into his pocket before extending his hand for a shake. 'Simply superb. Only five minutes long as well.'

He flushes when his classmates and fellow graduates snigger, but it's all in good nature, so he thanks his head teacher, before returning to his seat.

'Great job, Deku-kun!' Uraraka grabs his shoulders and shakes him excitedly from her place behind him, while Iida thumps him on the back with a hearty congratulations; on his other side, Shoto smiles at him.

'We told you it'd be okay.' He offers quietly, taking Izuku's hand and squeezing. 'And you only cried once.'

'I resent that.' He tries to sound affronted, but it doesn't quite work. 'If you count before I went in stage, I actually cried three times.'

'Good thing we're not counting that.' Uraraka sticks her tongue out, just as the room falls silent once again.

The rest of the ceremony passes smoothly - with the exception on Monoma, who sticks his foot out and trips Bakugou on his way to collect his certificate - and soon, they're celebrating outside. Both Izuku and his mum manage to keep their eyes dry long enough to get some decent photos, Uraraka successfully drags him over to the buffet so they can shovel as much food into their mouths as possible, before he then competes with Iida to see who can down their carton of orange juice first.

It isn't until he's absolutely exhausted, sitting on a small stone wall that surrounds a bed of flowers, that his boyfriend finally joins him. They bump shoulders affectionately as they watch their mothers chat together in the distance.

'How're you feeling?' Shoto asks without looking away.

'Good.' He lowers his head to rest against a warm shoulder. 'Really good. I mean, we finally did it, after years of stress and surprise villain attacks.'

'You do realise that's not going to stop just because we graduated.' Shoto huffs. 'You basically just recited a hero's job description.'

'Hey, we save people too.' Izuku teases, to which Shoto shrugs playfully. 'What about you? You okay?'

The afternoon sun is bright, countering the seasonal breeze that usually has him shivering.

'I'm fine.' Shotos voice is quiet; it's almost vulnerable as he considers his next words. 'Just... I feel like I never told you properly, but thank you.'

'You've said thank you plenty of times.' Izuku frowns, confused. 'Even when you don't need to - it's strange, you used to be so rude.'

'No, I mean...' His boyfriend takes a moment, contemplating. 'When I first came here, I saw UA as merely a stepping stone for me to become a hero and piss off my old man, but then you happened. You've done so much for me: our first sports festival, supporting me with my family, encouraging me, staying by my side and never giving up on me. So, I guess, now that we've finally made it, I just wanted to say thank you. Thank you, for everything, Izuku.'

It's not the first time today there's tears in his eyes, but he pays them no mind. Instead, Izuku lifts his head and faces his boyfriend, cupping his cheeks, as he meets him for a wet kiss. Shoto makes a little noise in the back of his throat in response and Izuku can't help the elated grin that forms against those eager lips, before he eventually pulls away to press their foreheads together.

They've already made so many memories together at UA, but Izuku's looking forward to those the future will bring.

'Todoroki Shoto, it's my absolute pleasure.'

Prompts

#this one was so good for them ;-; #tododeku #todoizu #todomido #izushou #dekutodo #todoroki shoto #midoriya izuku #lovely people #AgarJelly writes #dekusquad #izucrew #long post

[leggerefiore]

everyone's talking about yanderes and kidnapping and toxic twitter fans and can i just request some nice normal wholesome headcanons of emmet and ingo playing and bonding with their kids??? fucked up train men kidnapping you and tying you up is sexy and all but you know what's even sexier??? two well-adjusted men with a healthy relationship with both their spouses and their children

anon i'm on kick rn... u'll get ur fluffy train men, but at the cost of terrible grammar (so the usual) and it just being some imagines because i am a bit wiped on hcs atm.

Ingo showing his son the driver's area who just stands there gaping. He eventually begs his dad to let him drive it, who gives a firm no. Not until he's been properly trained. Ingo lets out a small chuckle at his pun while his son joins him. The older twin does, however, let him wear his hat and yell 'all abroad'. The sheer volume of his kid makes him proud. Truly, he is Ingo's offspring.

He also gifts him a baby Litwick. It's a big responsibility, certainly, but his son is so much alike him that he trusts this task in his careful hands. The candle pokemon is immediately hugged by the small boy, who tears up and thanks Ingo over and over again. His son may have no interest in being a trainer, but he's ever grateful that the boy is willing to handle pokemon.

Litwick is seen cuddling him throughout the home, deeply attached. No one dares bully him, knowing that the terrifying trainer Ingo is his father. Though, the do politely ask him to stop describing different types of train cars and their functions. This upsets him deeply. Ingo and Emmet both sit down and nod at his descriptions to cheer him up, despite already having this information present in their brains. They clap and Ingo yells a 'bravo!' which makes his son blush.

Ingo 100% has dressed his son in some of his clothes he kept from when he was younger and taken more photos the necessary because he found him so adorable. His child(ren) are the most precious thing to him alongside his brother and his partner. He refuses to miss a single thing when it comes to them. He still does occasionally, but feels awful the entire time.

Emmet's daughters have no interest in trains and keep harassing him for battles. He shows them no mercy, seeing their potential. They often pop up separately on his Super Line or together on the Super Multi Line to challenge him and Ingo. It's always evenly matched, and he loves it. His children love battling just as much as he does, and his competitive spirit clearly was inherited by them.

He gifts them a Joltik each, but only one of them actually trained theirs. The other kept the electric spider as a pet and companion. He was a bit saddened by this, having bred both to be perfect for competitive battling, but he can't very well make them use what they don't want to. He is verrrrry happy to see her Joltik scuttle about with a cute accessory attached onto them. He giggles when they steal a battery before running back her.

It came as no surprise when that daughter came to him with big eyes, telling him of her plans to become a contest star with the Joltik he had gifted her. While he may not of had that in mind when breeding for them, he is excited to see a new use for his beloved bug types. He helps her pick out an outfit, practise poses, and for interviews. By the end, she feels properly trained to tackle a contest. If only they had any in Unova. She cries for a week, and he brings he sweets in a desperate attempt to cheer her up.

The other is determined to become champion of Unova and is constantly wondering around debating battle strategies and teams. Emmet helps her along, finding her passion endearing. She's constantly bouncing ideas off him and battling him whenever he's available to test them out. Eventually, she declares that she is going to take on the gym challenge. Emmet cheers her on as she goes through each town. You know he brought Ingo, her sister, her other parent, Elesa, and her cousin to support her as she finally reaches the elite four. It's a bit embarrassing for her to see her entire family watching her, but she's happy to show off just how powerful the Joltik, now Galvantula, her father had gifted her had become.

#ingo.ima #emmet.ima

[filhadoboto]

Enchanted Jon Snow

Written for Jonerys Summer Lovin' 2k22 – day 1 Fairytales / Mythology

Summary: Daenerys is visited by an extremely friendly black cat, adopts him and the two become attached to one another. However, she will discover that not everything is as it seems.

AO3

Chapter 1 - The encounter

A loud, insistent meow greeted Daenerys Targaryen as she arrived home in the early evening after a tiring day at work.

Intrigued, she followed the noise until she found the curious figure of a black cat sitting in front of her kitchen window, meowing as if this was its house and she had forgotten to leave the window open for it to enter.

It gave another loud meow when it saw her as if to say 'I'm back home, let me in'.

Daenerys opened the window so she could get a better look at it, and she couldn't help but smile as it stood up, leaping nimbly to the windowsill, and meowing once more, as if thanking her for letting it in.

"Hello." she said stroking the animal's fluffy black fur "Are you lost?"

The cat rubbed itself against her hand, making her smile and continue to pet it. It let out a soft, satisfied meow and began to purr.

“Do you want to come in?” she asked and it meowed.

She took the cat in her arms, placed it on the kitchen floor and sat down beside it. The cat wore a collar and she hoped to find its guardian's contact on it, but there was only one name on the nameplate.

“Jon Snow.” she read “Is that your name? Jon Snow?” the cat gave an excited meow, rubbed his head in her hand and Daenerys petted him. “It's a pleasure to meet you. My name is Daenerys Targaryen, but everyone calls me Dany.” The cat meowed in response and jumped into her lap as if she were his human “Wow, you're a very friendly cat, aren't you?” he began to purr in her arms as she petted under his ear “Did you run away from home?” she asked and he just continued to purr "Are you hungry?" he looked at her, meowed loudly, got off her lap and she took that as a yes.

Daenerys smiled, got up, opened the fridge and saw that nothing there was good enough to feed a feline properly. In fact, not even a human. She was not in the habit of preparing meals at home and, even more rarely, she went grocery shopping. She looked at Jon, who was watching her expectantly.

“What do you think about me ordering food for both of us? I am also starving.” she suggested and Jon gave an excited meow and sat down.

She took her cell phone out of her pocket and called the restaurant of which she was already a long-time customer and the attendant told her that her order would be delivered in forty minutes.

Her weariness forgotten by her mysterious visitor, Daenerys sat beside the cat and studied him. There was a scar over his right eye, but from what she knew of cats, males usually ran away from home when females were in heat and fought each other. Aside from the scar, he looked very well fed and well cared for to be a stray cat, probably he had left his house for a walk or chased some cat in heat and gone further than he should have.

She took out her cell phone one more time and took some photos of the animal and the nameplate on his collar.

“I will post your photos on my social media. Maybe I can find your guardian and you can come home.” she informed and, in response, Jon began to groom himself.

Daenerys recorded a short video of him and started posting. In a few minutes the photos and video had already been seen and shared by some of her followers. She laughed as she started to read some of the comments, catching the cat's attention.

"Everyone is calling you cute and there's already a line of people offering to adopt you in case I can't find your guardian, Jon." she said and the cat just winked and went back to grooming himself.

She continued to read and respond to the comments, and when the doorbell rang, Dany got up, took the food, and went back to the kitchen. Jon sat waiting for her, his intelligent yellow eyes focused on her.

“Our food is here!” she announced and he meowed excitedly and waited until she placed a few slices of raw fish in front of him, along with a bowl of water. Daenerys sat on the floor once more with her food "Enjoy your meal, Jon."

The cat sniffed the fish on the plate and then ate it as if he hadn't eaten in days. After eating, Dany went to her room, followed closely by the cat who curiously observed everything around and occasionally rubbed his body on the furniture. She rummaged through her wardrobe and found a very fluffy blanket and with it she made a bed for the cat in the kitchen near the window that she left ajar in case he needed to go out. The cat sniffed the blanket suspiciously and looked at her.

“This is your bed. I'll leave the window ajar in case you need to go out or decide to go back to your house, okay?"

As if he really understood her, Jon lay down on the blanket. She smiled, petted his fur one more time and went to her bedroom. She took a quick shower, put on her pajamas, snuggled into her bed and fell asleep quickly.

That night, Daenerys dreamed of the little boy with black hair and gray eyes once more.

The little boy was playing alone on one of the swings that hung from the thick branch of a weirwood tree. The face carved into the tree trunk looked like an old man keeping a patient, watchful eye on the boy, and the fallen red leaves looked as if the snow had been splattered with blood.

As usual, she watched the little boy for a long time and when he realized she was looking at him, he waved at her and indicated the swing next to him, inviting her to play too. Without hesitation, she sat down on the swing as he watched her intently.

'I missed you, Dany.' he said.

'I missed you too.' she replied with a smile and then realized what he had said 'Why did you call me Dany?' she asked. He had never called her that.

He frowned, looking confused by her question 'You told me everyone called you that.' he explained.

She didn't remember saying that to the little boy, but she nodded and said, 'Did you remember anything?'

He stopped the swing and looked at her before replying 'No, but you already know my name, Dany.'

She frowned and shook her head ‘But how can I know your name if you never said it to me? You always told me you don't remember your name.'

'I don't remember, but I know you already know my name, Dany.' he said in an urgent and distressed tone. 'You've seen my name. You said it . You know it !'

She got up from the swing to go to him, but she woke up.

The sound of her cell phone alarm echoed through the room and she stretched before picking up the device and turning it off. Dany closed her eyes and took a deep breath, the memory of the dream still fresh in her mind.

The little boy had been a constant figure in her dreams since she'd moved into that house about three years ago. And while she couldn't remember ever seeing the little boy in her life, the feeling that she knew him, that she was connected to him, had been with her since her first dream.

Years had passed, but she still remembered that first dream with strange clarity. In it Dany was wandering through a forest that she had never seen in her life, but which nevertheless seemed extremely familiar to her. She could hear the wind rushing through the tree branches and stirring the leaves, she could smell the forest and feel the cold on her skin. Then, a movement in her peripheral vision had caught her attention and her heart had sped up fearing it was some wild animal stalking her. The fear disappeared when she saw that it was a boy with black hair and, given his size, he must have been around ten years old. He was walking around, looking confused and lost, and instinctively she had started toward him, but as soon as his gray eyes met hers, he was gone like smoke blown by the wind.

She hadn't thought much of the dream, at least not until she started dreaming about the little boy again and again and again and again. In the following dreams, the little boy looked like a mirage wandering through the snow-covered forest, and every time she thought she could get close enough to see his face clearly, he disappeared. Months passed before she was finally able to interact with him.

She had wandered through the snow-covered forest and found the little boy playing on the swing.

'Hello.' she had said in a friendly, soft way, as if she were addressing a wild animal.

The little boy had stared at her in surprise and asked 'Are you real or a hallucination?'

For a second she didn't know how to respond. Though they were in a dream, she was real, but the little boy was just a figment of her imagination.

“I am real” she had replied before asking 'Are you lost?' he had nodded and she had said 'My name is Daenerys Targaryen. What is yours?'

He had frowned looking confused and stopped the swing before replying 'I don't remember.'

'Where are your parents? Where did you last see them?'

He had shaken his head, looking even sadder 'I don't know.'

'And their names, can you remember?'

He had concentrated for a few seconds 'I can't remember.' he replied and she felt like going to him and hugging him.

‘Where do you live?’

The little boy was sad and lowered his head 'I don't remember.'

'Do you remember how you got here?'

He had looked around and said 'No, I can't remember.'

Daenerys' heart was tight at the pain in his voice 'I'll help you find your family.'

'Do you promise?' the little boy had asked, his voice full of hope, his gray eyes gleaming.

She had smiled 'I promise.'

'Thank you, Daenerys.'

'Do you remember any details about your home or family?'

He thought for a few seconds 'I can remember the snow, the swings and him.' he said and pointed to the weirwood trunk where the swings were installed.

Dany had studied the weirwood for a while. The face carved into the massive tree trunk looked familiar, though she was pretty sure she'd never seen it in her life. She had gotten up from the swing, reached for the little boy, and woken up as they started to walk through the woods.

For a while, she dreamed about the little boy once or twice a month. The dream setting was always the same: the snow-covered forest, the weirwood with the swings, and the lost little boy. What changed from one dream to the next was the way they interacted. Sometimes he would ask her to tell him a story or to talk about her and her family. Sometimes they just sat in silence until she woke up. Sometimes she would find him crying and she would hold him in her arms and try to comfort him and other times they would wander through the forest looking for his family or someone who could help, but they always came back to the same place.

About a year ago, the dreams had become more frequent and Dany dreamed of the little boy almost daily, but the dream she'd just woken up had been different from all the others. She'd only told him her name once and never told him that people who knew her called her Dany. She was also sure that he had never mentioned or written his name and there was no one else but them in the dreams.

Daenerys laughed. Of course the boy knew those things about her! After all, he was the manifestation of her unconscious and she was wasting time thinking about that subject. Again.

She stretched once more and checked the notifications on her cell phone . She had received a message from a woman claiming that the cat was hers and that his name was Titan , but when Daenerys asked where she lived, the two realized that it was definitely not the same cat, as the woman lived in Pentos and Daenerys and the cat were in King's Landing.

She couldn't deny that she was relieved that the cat's real guardian still hadn't seen her posts. She had always liked animals, but had never felt ready to be a pet mom. Maybe she could adopt Jon if she didn't find his guardian or if he didn't leave on his own, of course.

Dany got up and, when she got to the kitchen, she didn't see the cat and for a few moments she was sad. Then a swift black shadow landed at her feet holding a huge mouse in its mouth, deposited it at her feet and sat down.

For a few seconds, she surveyed the scene before her: drops of blood smeared across the white kitchen floor, some red marks from the cat's paws, a huge, bloody dead rat, and a black cat that was calmly licking his paws, looking very pleased with himself.

She smiled and crouched down "You got it!" she said happy with the gift.

For months Daenerys had tried to kill or scare the rat away, but it seemed smarter than all the traps she'd used.

Jon meowed, looking proud of his hunt. She took out her cell phone and took a picture of the two of them “I need to save this moment! This beast has gnawed my favorite shoes.”

The rat's tail twitched, startling her, but catching the attention of the cat who promptly took it in his mouth, carried it outside and began to play happily with his prey. She smiled and let him play while she mopped the floor.

Minutes later, when the rat had stopped moving and Jon had grown tired of playing and it was apparent that he would not devour his prey, she placed the corpse in a plastic bag and, with the help of a gardening shovel, buried the mouse at the foot of the weirwood which was at the back of the house.

When she returned home and opened the fridge, she remembered that she needed to go grocery shopping. She looked at Jon “How about we go out for coffee and then stop by a pet shop to buy you some stuff?”

She emailed her boss, saying that due to personal matters, she couldn't go to work that day and that she would be working from home. One of the biggest advantages of living surrounded by technology was the ease of finding places. Using the internet, she found a pet shop very close to her home that not only offered products for pets, but also provided pet bathing, grooming and hosting services and even had a veterinarian on call.

She changed clothes, grabbed her bag and cat, and left. Some people cast curious glances at her and the cat, others squealed at seeing Jon and asked to pet him or take pictures with him and asked his name. The same thing happened while waiting in line to order her coffee and she realized the cat didn't mind being petted by strangers, but she felt a pang of jealousy. When her order was ready, she said goodbye to the strangers and continued on her way.

An attentive receptionist named Samwell Tarly greeted her as she entered the pet shop, and while Daenerys talked to him , Jon lazily groomed himself on top of the counter. Minutes later Samwell took her inside and a young vet named Gilly Wild attended to her. The vet greeted her and then carefully placed Jon on the examination table.

"You look like you've been through a lot, little friend." Gilly said in an affectionate tone as she examined the cat's body. Jon meowed a few times and yawned. “If you want to keep him from getting into fights or running away from home, we can castrate him.”

Jon seemed to understand the vet's words and gave an indignant meow at her proposal and Daenerys smiled.

“I couldn't do this to him. Jon is just keeping me company and I'm sure he'll go back to his real guardian when he gets tired of me.”

“You are so in tune with each other that I thought he was yours.”

Dany smiled “Jon is the most friendly cat I've ever met in my life.” She petted his fur and he meowed and began to purr as Daenerys told Gilly their brief history. "I brought him here to repay the favor he did me by killing the rat that was destroying my shoes."

"He seems perfectly healthy, but I can inject a dewormer just in case."

Daenerys nodded and Gilly did it.

“We have an ad space at the entrance to the store, and we can put a notice that you've found him and a photo of him on our website. If anyone recognizes him, we will contact you immediately.” she offered.

“That would be great, thank you. I imagine his family must be missing him.”

When they left the store, Daenerys had her arms full of bags containing toys and treats bought for Jon. Even though she knew the cat could decide to leave at any moment, she couldn't help but buy a bed and a scratching post, as well as food and treats.

Jon completely ignored the bed she'd bought him, and while she worked, he climbed onto the table and lay down beside the computer. Every time he woke up from a nap, he meowed, Dany smiled and reached out to pet him until he fell asleep again. She found herself wondering if this was the routine he had with his real guardian and how much she would miss him when he was gone.

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The next day, a surprise awaited her when she returned from work.

Jon was patiently waiting for her, sitting on the sidewalk, ignoring the people who passed him and tried to get his attention. When he saw her approaching, he began to meow happily and walked towards her. She bent down and picked him up, where he immediately began to purr.

“Did you miss me?” she said as she walked towards the front door. He looked at her with his yellow eyes and emitted a single meow, in answer to her question. She laughed, kissed his head and said, "I missed you too, Jon."

Her cell phone rang when she opened the door and, after putting the cat on the floor and locking the door, she picked it up and smiled when she saw that it was a call from Missandei, her best friend. After a quick conversation, Daenerys returned to the living room and was met with a scene that made her laugh.

Jon was playing with one of the cardboard boxes she'd left in the living room, completely ignoring all the toys she'd bought. He would go in and out of the box and then run across the room and, as he ran back to the box, he would get momentum and jump into it. And he repeated the circuit several times until he got tired and lay with his upper body inside the box and his lower body outside, causing the box to turn, his tail moving lazily from side to side. When Daenerys approached, she saw that he had fallen asleep and petted his soft fur before going to shower.

About an hour later Dany heard the rattle of keys in the lock and Missandei came in carrying several bags that were supposed to contain their dinner.

"Welcome back!" she said hugging her.

"Sorry I'm late." she said hugging her back "The line was huge."

"I told you we could have it delivered here." said Dany, taking the bags.

“I know, but I needed to buy some accessories for my camera and the store was right next to the restaurant.” replied her friend.

Missandei was a photographer for one of the most famous magazines in Westeros and traveled all over the world recording different cultures and their forms of expression. She had just returned from a two-week trip to the Dothraki Sea.

"I thought you fell in love with a horselord and decided to live in Vaes Dothraki!"

"Oh, I like the nomad life, but I'm not ready to be a khaleesi!" she countered.

A curious meow caught their attention, and when Missie saw the source of the noise sitting in the middle of the kitchen, her face lit up with joy.

"Hello!" she said going to the cat. Jon, friendly as ever, let her pet him as he seemed to welcome her with soft meows, “He's even cuter in person than he is in the pictures!” Missandei looked at her, smiling “Did anyone answer your posts about him?”

“Yes, a woman did, but she lives in Pentos.” she replied “And I also left a picture of him and my contact in a pet shop yesterday. They will let me know if anyone recognizes him.”

"He is so sweet!" she said, petting his chin. Jon began to purr and lay down on the floor, completely relaxed by Missandei's caresses.

“Sweet, friendly and a keen hunter. Remember that rat that was destroying my shoes? Jon killed it yesterday.”

“You are a true hero, Jon.” Missandei picked him up, gave him a kiss on the head and sat on the couch holding him as if he were a baby and continued petting him "So if his guardian doesn't show up, are you going to adopt him?"

"I think Jon is the kind of cat who doesn't cling to one place." she replied and approached the two "After all, he showed up here on his own."

“I would love for you to adopt him. I've always wanted a pet, but my travels make that impossible. So if you adopt him, I can give him all my love.”

“And I would love to adopt him.” said Dany sitting next to them on the couch and Jon opened his eyes and fixed his gaze on her “He's been in my life for two days and I already feel like he's been with me my whole life, like it was my destiny to meet him.”

Missandei looked at the cat and smiled “I think he feels the same way.”

"Or maybe he's like that with everyone." Dany petted under his jaw "Anyway, when his guardian shows up, I feel like it's going to be very difficult to part with him."

“Maybe his guardian will let you visit or bring him home from time to time.”

“Like a shared guard?” she asked and Missie nodded "I would love to but first I have to find them."

While Missandei played with Jon, Daenerys set up a lavish table and set out rations for Jon. The two girls sat in the kitchen to eat and told each other about the latest happenings in their lives while the cat listened intently, almost as if he understood every word the two humans were saying.

@snowxstormworldworld

#joneryssummerlovin2k22 #snowxstormworld #day 1 #Fairytales #Mythology #jonerys au #jonerys fic #jonerys fanfic #daenerys targaryen #jon snow #daenerys x jon #daenerys targaryen x jon snow #enchanted jon snow #chapter 1 #filhadoboto

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THSS Chapter 3 Part 4

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Eurus walking out with a possible disguise: *seeing Sherlock pulling John by the necktie and slowly leaving* So you're finally gonna learn how to put on a tie?

Sherlock: Help me!

A few minutes later...

Sherlock coming out like a gentleman: How do I look?

Eurus: Like Mycroft.

Sherlock: I think you're over doing it.

Eurus with one of Miss Hudson's purple dresses and a red wig with bangs: I am meeting my idol, I need to look amazing!

John blushing at both of them: You both look unrecognizable.

Sherlock knocking on th door: Don't pee yourself Eurus. *talking off her wig and putting on her glasses* there, so you can inspect better.

Eurus adjusting: Fuck off.

John: *looking closely* You two look like-

Adler: *opening the door* what buisness do you have at this hour?

Sherlock: We're consulting detectives Sherlock and Eurus Holmes, we have come for an inspection...

Eurus impulsively: And your autograph.

John looking rugged: ...

Eurus whispering: We'll blow this place up after we get the aut- I mean the photo!

Adler: Oh my, like the one's on the paper? I'm a huge fan of you two!

Eurus: Hi I like your shows!

Adler looking at her: It's a great honor to meet you too, Miss Holmes.

Eurus internally: She said it was an honor! But wait, her profiling doesn't match, what is she up to *eyes her*

Adler: Like the papers said, a gentleman detective and a stone-cold prodigy.

Eurus: Not stone cold but thanks for letting us in *looking at her dress and smiling* Isn't that what you wore during your time in France?

Sherlock thinking: Eurus usually gets the profiling but it seems like she's falling for the facade, this woman is dangerous!

Sherlock: We won't be long Miss Adler.

Adler: I hope that I could be of help!

Eurus thinking: Suspicious, there's a hint of lies behind her words. John, hope you know what you're doing.

Adler: *stopping* you can look through here.

After looking through everything

Adler: I'm sorry Miss Holmes, I was so focused on your brother that I forgot you were here!

Eurus: It's fine, it's just... you've been my idol for years! *pushing her glasses to do a light signal and stop John from setting the place aflame*

Adler: Since you're a fan, maybe I'll give you my autograph.

Eurus: Thank you!! *hugging her just to see if the photo was on her* sorry, impulse.

Sherlock: Let's-

*explosion*

Eurus: Johnathan, you bloody imbecile!

John: I'll never let you get the evidence!

Eurus: *through the smoke finally finding the photo before it was swiped away from her* crap.

Adler: Is this what you two were looking for, Master Detectives?

Sherlock: You played us, another motive to why you wanted us here.

Eurus: *thinking* She impressed him that fast? *feeling jealousy rising*

*another explosion*

Eurus: Oh right, the fire. I thought these weree fake or did you just trick us on that too? *thinking* I can't think with all these noise!

Sherlock: *grabbing her arm as theh escape the fire* Are you okay sis?

Eurus: *nodding as she slipped and fell* She tricked us both...

Later...

Adler: So the King of Bohemia bribed you with a sack of money and a tiara just so he could get back the photo.

Eurus forcing John and Sherlock on the ground, bowing and keeping them quiet: Sorry Miss Adler, but it was true that I'm a huge fan. But you can stay with us as an apology from me?

Adler: At least there is some decency with you two, thanks!

John: Her personality is different than before!

Eurus: The profile doesn't fit yet but it's going to be alright. Besides, she knows what she's doing, she resd your work remember.

Sherlock: She has our profiles locked and loaded.

Eurus: I can't even read her properly *squinting* Damn it, the fire destroyed the glasses.

Fred: *looking outside* I see they're back and- what is Irene Adler doing there?

Eurus: Hey Wiggins, yeah we caused the fire but we managed to survive.

Sherlock: Barely, now we have atone.

Adler: *grabbing his arm* Yep, they burned it down!

Eurus impulsively: *visibly jealous and trying to separate them*My brother!

Wiggins: Wait till the press hears this *running off* especially the part about the brother complex!

Eurus: *chasing them* what did you say!

#moriarty the patriot #yuukoku no moriarty #yuumori #sherlock holmes #yuukuko no moriarty #eurus holmes #john h watson #irene adler #baker street irregulars #a scandal in the british empire #ynm #small au #au #mtp

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The Nothing But the Rain Arc is next in TYBW anime!!!!! In honor of that, here's my question- in a past ask you noted that kaien and masaki got on like a house on fire, but how did they first meet? Did masaki go to visit isshin at the clinic one day and kaien just happen to be visiting at the same time? Or did isshin specifically go out of his way introduce the two of them?

Along that vein, what would you say was kaien's first impressions of the sunny young lady who would one day become his Aunty Masaki? (Which is WEIRD to think about since there's a 360-something year age difference between them. Though I can see masaki hamming up the aunty role on occasion for the lulz.)

Yeah, I can't wait to see it animated.

I have a short that I wrote on my Ao3 where Kisuke sends Kaien in Isshin's direction to help sort out the remaining odds and ends [here]. Not entirely canon to BB but I like to think that until Isshin found his footing, Kaien helped out at the clinic for a couple months. Mostly administrative work and the how-tos of navigating the bureaucracy of human business management until Uncle Isshin figured out 'Idiot's Guide on How to Human'.

Masaki happened to visit during a time when Kaien was working. Kaien assumed she was a patient waiting for an appointment, albeit a super friendly and charming one and they struck up idle conversation while Isshin was handling his current patient. Their talk eventually turned the subject of traveling; Kaien described different countries he'd travelled to (without mentioning he was technically supposed to be in hiding, of course) while Masaki animatedly discussed places she's like to go - asking after particulars if Kaien had already been there.

Then Isshin introduced them properly when he finally managed to cut in.

Of course, Masaki figured out they were family the second she laid eyes on them (and understandably/hilariously mistook Kaien for Isshin's son from Soul Society).

After that introduction, they went out to lunch and got to know each other. Kaien was shocked to learn Masaki knew about Shinigami and the spirit world but presumed Isshin told her to keep her safe thanks to her uncommonly high reiatsu for a human (Isshin didn't dissuade the notion). Masaki in turn was stunned to find out Kaien was another former Shinigami but didn't press for details. However she did tease Isshin for losing his powers while Kaien somehow managed to keep his.

That aside, they got on extraordinarily damn well. Something Isshin was only pleased about.

Though Kaien's gut reaction to hearing Masaki and Isshin were engaged was a blunt 'Wait, what now? Good god, Uncle works fast.'. That being said, he has plenty of hilarious stories about how that bachelor's party went down. (Kisuke and Shinji both have hilariously compromising photos that Isshin would rather die than let see the light of day. ;) )

Yes. Masaki did ham up being Kaien's aunt despite being 3.5 centuries younger than him, but Kaien took it in his usual genial humour and got his fair share of teasing rebuttals in. In general, they were always on very good terms. And whenever Kaien was in town, the three of them would get together for a dinner or lunch. After Ichigo came along Masaki was perfectly happy to let Kaien watch her baby boy while she and Isshin had date nights.

On a more melancholic note; though Kaien was thrilled to see his Uncle with his new bride, watching them together made Kaien a little envious. I think seeing how happy they were together is one of the catalysts for why Kaien began seeing a certain individual in his immediate circle in a different light.

Whether those feeling are reciprocated; only time will tell.

#masaki kurosaki #isshin kurosaki #Kaien shiba #my writing #bleach #bleach au

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Positively SCREAMING about the upcoming Jellycat Autumn release! So many perfect Jellies I could cry.

My picks and honourable mentions are below the read-more (Beware: LONG).

Here are my top 5!

1. Huge Barnabus Pig - If I can buy only one (or even only one Jellycat for the entire rest of the year) this will be the one. I love my Bartholomew and Montgomery in Huge, I collect pig plushies, I was so excited to see the huge coming out. I hope they drop the rest of the series (Archibald and Edmund) in the huge size too, I couldn't resist them. Gotta think of a name that'll work with my Bartholomew and Montgomery (Rumbly Tumbly and Rolly Polly)

2. Floofie St Bernard - Incredible, and they're so big. This is one of my favourite dog breeds. I would looooove to have this one.

3. Viggo Mammoth - They have that droopy/tired eyelid thing I love they're floppy and chunky, and a big size, yes! Love Stellan too.

4. Myrtle Hippo - Chonk! Also the wrinkles by the eye make them look tired/worried which ai find very endearing. Awwwww.

5. The Cuddlebuds - I think I'd have to get them as a set, I couldn't split them up. Their butts appear to be hand sized, they have sleepy eyes ahh yes.

Honourable mentions (in no particular order)...

Top Row left to right:

Snowy Owling - So cute, reminds me of Guardians of Gahoole.

Bryno Dino - Such a sweet friend.

Bottom Row Left to Right:

Stellan Sabertooth - So gorgeous! For some reason I want to put a bowtie on them?

Nessie Nessa - I love them. They kinda give me Fossily Dino but make it Nessie.

Harvey Bear - Chonk! I think they look amazing to cuddle!

Realistically I'd get all of these if I could but I'm not rich and I don't have much room xD if I were to put them all in one list it'd go...

Huge Barnabus Pig

Floofie St Bernard

Viggo Mammoth

Myrtle Hippo

The Cuddlebuds (Myrtle Hippo and The Cuddlebuds [band name called it] are probably tied)

Stellan Sabertooth

Snowy Owling

Nessie Nessa

Harvey Bear

Bryno Dino

My system for picking is very much about cuddles and adventures (or um, potential adventures since I don't get to go anywhere usually xD). I mostly buy ones that will be nicest to cuddle, a selection of ones for photos/adventures, and very occasionally I allow one I'll mostly display or pat. I also limit how many I buy at once, if I can't hug everyone in the order at once then I need to reduce the number. Although it doesn't really come to that these days xD

Lastly here are a few more honourable mentions (but ones that I probably wouldn't get because of my above rules)

Top row, Left to right:

Amuseable Pink and white Marshmallows

Amuseable Doughnut

Amuseable Cream Star

Amuseable Rainbow Birthday Cake

(I'm not usually into the Amuseables, besides the cloud, rainbow, and moon, but these would all look perfect in my bedroom if I could decorate properly)

Second row, Left to right:

Sweater French Bulldog (Purple)

Albert Jack Russell

Georgiana Poodle

Jackson Husky

(I adore the Jellycat dogs, and I always have to fight myself not to buy them all, Jackson Husky is particularly sweet, and I'd be so tempted to dye Georgiana Poodle because she almost looks like my Cockerpoo. One of my rules though is that I have to truly desperately want a plush that is posed in a seated or standing dog position because they're less cuddly. I wish they'd do all of their dogs in a floppy laying down pose [like the Floofies], although I'd never be able to afford them all xD)

Third row, Left to right.

Daphne Pomeranian

Freya Pony

Isadora Unicorn

Adon Dragon

(Also very fond of these, I'd be especially tempted to add Adon to my dragon shelf but as I said, I try not to get too many posed plushies. Freya Pony is particularly stunning and I think if she'd been posed a bit more like Seraphina Pegasus I probably would've put her in my top 5 or 10.)

Fourth row; Left to right:

Spooky Greta Gremlin

Cauldron Cuties

Ooky Bat

Skeleton Bob

(Kinda a themed row. These are awesome and if I had a place to decorate for Samhain I'd love to add them in, plus they're very cute in their own right just as general plush.)

Fifth row; Left to right:

Gomez Gorilla

Little Snake

Timmy Turtle

(Gomez reminds me of Terk from Tarzan which I love, I can't tell if the longer fluff is comparable to Wilf Wolf or if it's more like Gus Gryphon both are good I just want to know. Honestly Gomez looks fantastic though, tempting even! Little Snake is probably one of the cutest snake plushies I've seen. Timmy the Turtle just makes me giggle, he's an angry looking little guy but I think he's just trying to remember if he knows someone xD)

I don't know release dates or anything, chances are I won't be able to buy right away anyway (I'll be lucky to get anything at all honestly 😅) but I'm really happy with what they'll be releasing! I love seeing other people's new Jellies even if I don't get any myself. It's also way more than I expected but I figure it could be two releases one for Autumn and one for Halloween, maybe three if they drop the Amuseable bags as their own set or something.

I figured the Autumn release would be more of a hit with me, I'm just not a Summer person. I'd say it's like they listened to people's requests for bigger Jellycats but realistically I know they design way in advance. Now, if only I could just come into money and a house somehow xD

#jellycat

[kyururun]

Yonemura Kirara (OCHA NORMA) - VoCE Interview

Beauty magazine VoCE interviews Yonemura Kirara of OCHA NORMA on makeup, her days in the Hello! Project Kenshuusei, and working towards debut.

Original article found here.

── Which member do you want to exchange makeup bags with?

K: Kitahara Momo-chan. She has a lot of pink cosmetics, and many things that are cute and girly! If we exchanged, I think you'd see a me you haven't seen before with a lot of pink. But actually, the truth is I already borrow a lot of her stuff without much thought now anyway (laughs). Next time I want to properly trade with her.

── What kind of makeup do you usually do for yourself?

K: For work, my eyeshadow is always brown. It makes the area around my eyes look deeper, and I feel like that makes me look cuter and overall better aesthetically. When it's my free time, I don't particularly need to look cute (laughs), so I do my makeup how I like, like winged eyeliner or pink eyeshadow. Sometimes I feel like just doing the makeup that I like for work too, like using the pink eyeshadow, but when I look at the videos and photos afterwards I think "this doesn't look good" and regret it... so basically I always end up back to brown!

── What kind of makeup is essential for live performances?

K: I love using glitter. When I go to a cosmetics department I always check out all the glitters, and I buy them right away. The area around my eyelids is so small, so honestly there's probably a lot more makeup I need to buy (laughs). I love big glitter that looks holographic! When the light shines on me, it reflects the glitter and sparkles and I think that looks really cute. I do sometimes worry how it looks from a male perspective, but I don't think much about that and apply it anyway!

── What do you think your personality is like, according to you?

K: I'm really unrefined. If I'm somewhere that I'm familiar with then I'll sit with my legs wide open, or I'll open and close a door really loudly. But when it's my first time somewhere I tend to freeze up out of nervousness, like today at the beginning I was actually really nervous. So I also think I'm a bit of a chicken.

── Yonemura-san, before OCHA NORMA made their debut, you spent 6 years as a Hello! Project trainee ("kenshuusei"). What kind of existence to you are the other 3 members who walked that road with you in the H!P KSS Unit?

K: When we were working as part of the Hello! Project Kenshuusei Unit, we had the effects of the Coronavirus happening around us, and we were always anxious about whether we would really be able to debut at all, or if we were to debut, what kind of debut that would look like. We had no idea what to aim for, so the four of us continued worrying and searching for some kind of answer, and there were days where we couldn't help our mood being down. There was actually a time that we got scolded by a teacher who told us, "The Kenshuusei Unit brings down the mood of the stage when you perform, so you don't have to perform anymore". There were a lot of painful times, and Hello! Project also has an image of people getting their debuts in elementary or middle school, so there was also an impatience with my age that made me think, "I can't keep going like this". The reason that I carried on without giving up despite all of that is definitely because I was always with the three of them! Of course if we were going to continue we would be together, but we also decided that if we were going to quit, we would quit together as well, so I felt like those three members were always my allies, and we had a special connection as a community of fate who had been struggling and fighting together.

── When you were in the KSS Unit, and you couldn't see your debut coming, was there anything the four of you did to keep up your motivation?

K: When we performed at events, we performed with the determination to turn the guests who were there into our own fans. For example, one thing we tried to be conscious of was making a lot of eye contact with audience members. Of course, we were also polishing our performances, but we also studied up on makeup and did our makeup together, and did strength training in the dressing rooms... We also put in a lot of effort to up our visual appeal.

── You don't always show a lot of what you're feeling on your face, but when you debut was announced, it left an impression on everyone that even you cried. What were your feelings at that time?

K: I had been aiming all this time to debut, so of course it was "happiness", but there was also a huge sense of relief, because my family, friends, and the members I had spent such a long time with had all been supporting me the whole time, and now I was finally going to debut properly. I think my situation had uneasy for a long time, and I caused a lot of worry for the people around me, so I was filled with a lot of gratitude.

OCHA NORMA’s 2nd single “Uchira no Jimoto wa Chikyuu Jan!” / UNMEI CHACHACHACHA~N" was released on November 30th, 2022.

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