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fragileheartbeats · 10 days

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⌗ 𝘛𝘊 𝘏𝘊 ⁝ 𝘊𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱 ( ♡ )

Timothée always remembers the little things - like how you take your coffee or your favorite flower, surprising you with them just to brighten your day.

He's an expert at giving warm, comforting hugs that seem to melt all your worries away.

Whenever he sees something that reminds him of you, he can't help but buy it, accumulating little tokens of love.

He writes small, heartfelt notes and hides them in places for you to find, each one making your heart flutter.

Timothée loves planning surprise dates, tailored perfectly to things that you enjoy, showing how much he pays attention to your likes and dislikes.

He's always the first one to apologize after an argument, not because he thinks you're right, but because your happiness means more to him than his pride.

Timothée listens intently whenever you speak, making you feel heard and understood, his green eyes reflecting genuine interest.

When you're feeling down, he's there with your favorite movie and snacks, ready for a cozy night in.

Timothée has a playlist for every mood of yours, and knows exactly when to play which song to lift your spirits.

He loves holding hands, interlocking fingers with yours, making you feel safe and connected.

Timothée creates a photo album of your moments together, captioning each picture with a sweet or funny memory.

He supports your dreams unconditionally, encouraging you to pursue what makes you happiest.

Timothée makes you feel safe and loved with his constant, unwavering loyalty and kindness.

He values deep, meaningful conversations under the stars, sharing dreams, fears, and everything in between.

He always knows how to make you laugh, even on your gloomiest days, with his quirky humor and lighthearted antics.

Whenever he talks about the future, it's always "we" and "us," making you feel included and loved.

He always makes sure to kiss you goodnight and good morning, starting and ending each day with a gesture of love.

Timothée sends you good morning and goodnight texts without fail, ensuring he's the first and last thing on your mind each day.

He loves cuddling, especially on lazy mornings, making it hard for you to get out of bed.

Timothée warms up the bed for you on cold nights, making sure you're comfortable and cozy.

He leaves voicemails saying he misses you or just to say "I love you," giving you something to treasure when you're apart.

Timothée learns and cooks your favorite dishes, striving to make them just right, filling the house with delicious smells.

He's always gently pushing you out of your comfort zone, helping you grow and experience new things.

You catch him staring at you with such adoration when he thinks you're not looking, his green eyes shining.

Timothée has a special nickname for you, one that he uses with such tenderness it always brings a smile to your face.

He's always interested in your day, listening intently and engaging in every detail you share.

Timothée holds you close during thunderstorms, making you feel protected and cherished.

On your anniversary, he makes a point to recreate your first date, adding a twist that makes it even more special.

He surprises you with a small, thoughtful gift on random days, just because he loves seeing your reaction.

Timothée supports your dreams unconditionally, even if it means making sacrifices on his part.

He takes time to learn about and engage in your hobbies, even if they're not his usual interests.

Timothée looks into your eyes with such adoration, making you feel like the only person in the world.

Your comfort is his priority; he'll lend you his jacket without a second thought if you're cold.

Timothée creates a playlist of songs that are significant to your relationship, each track telling a part of your story.

He whispers sweet nothings in your ear, sending shivers down your spine and making your heart flutter.

Timothée always makes sure you get home safely, showing his care and concern for your wellbeing.

He plans trips to places he knows you've always wanted to visit, making dreams come true.

Timothée has this habit of whispering "I love you" in your ear at the most unexpected moments.

He's not afraid to show his vulnerability with you, sharing his fears and dreams openly.

Whenever you achieve something, no matter how small, he celebrates it as if it were his own achievement.

Timothée creates a cozy space at his place for you, making sure you always feel welcome and at home.

He is patient with you, understanding that everyone has their flaws and loving you all the more for yours.

Timothée makes a habit of saying "I love you" in different languages, making each declaration of love unique and romantic.

He teaches you new things, whether it's a skill he has or interesting facts he knows, enriching your life.

Timothée keeps a journal of your relationship, documenting thoughts, feelings, and memorable moments.

He insists on taking selfies together, wanting to capture every moment with you.

Timothée makes you feel loved and cherished every single day, in countless little ways.

He's your biggest advocate, always encouraging you to believe in yourself as much as he believes in you.

And finally, no matter how busy he is, Timothée always makes time for you, showing that you are his priority.

@ 𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒔 . 𝐷𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑒, 𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑡, 𝑜𝑟 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑠𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑦 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘𝑠 𝑜𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑠.

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btdemaru · 11 months

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hi could you do the obey me characters reaction to like a male mc with long hair/piercings and is just really into like goth/mallgoth type fashion/makeup/music in general?

Obey me! Brothers X M!Goth reader

Note : idk much about this style/fashion so please i apologize if it's not correct! I tried doing alot of research of what the style looks like tho

Warnings : -

🖤 Lucifer

Would love your style alot, i like to think that he'd love to match with you from time to time. And will be intrigued to see your piercings, even perhaps asking to see it up close or touch it.

He loves every goth style that you choose and will not question you and no matter what part of the style you prefer.

Lucifer does listen to the music you play and sometimes would ask if he can join in or share headphones/airpods (ykwim).

If you do your makeup, he'd secretly glances at you from his desk. Probably trying to be subtle too 😭

💛 Mammon

Will swoon. Will be lovestruck. Will be in awe. Mams in LOVE.

of course this mf wouldn't show it (it's obvious though). Would ask alot of question like your color palette or why you like this style and basically just loves to hear you talk about it.

He doesn't mind metal/dark music and is open to listening to the playlist you have or even the one you made for him!

If you try to get him going to the cemetery or basically doing some scary stuff like even going to a so called 'haunted house' or a scary escape room it'll be a huge no no for him, even if he did go mams wouldn't be much help as he'll only be loud.

Will try to do your eyeliner (if you wear) or eye shadow but fails miserably making your face look all bad and messy makeup everywhere.

💙 Leviathan

He wouldn't mind, not big on it but he doesn't judge or hate it. Will let you do your thing, he doesn't know much about it so he'll ask you a few things to cure his curiosity.

Doesn't really listen to the music you do but isn't opposed to trying, turns out he actually does like ot after playing a song or two.

If you have a tongue piercing he'll zone out while staring at it. Totally not thinking about you using it on hi-

💚 Satan

We all know he likes to read, so when you walked in the room he's already analyzing your style all the way back from the first originated in the '80s following the punk subculture of the '70s.

Compliments you from your hair to piercings to makeup and clothes or even your boots.

I dont think Satan really listens to music but he does like to write/read and literature generally so maybe dark poems are things you guys can do.

man probably can't stop looking at you and would buy you jewelry or matching silver rings.

🩷 Asmodeus

Literature isn't really his thing but probably watches and admires you while you're doing it.

Will try matching you clothes with his own color palette and asks your opinion on it.

Asmo thinks you're hot. Definitely. 100%.

He's the type to bring you bouquet of black or red roses (whatever you prefer really), or even do your hair

Feel free to do his hair in return or putting your style of makeup on him, he'll take alot of pictures and posts it with the caption that you did the makeup.

Music? Yes. Listens to any music you play if he's in the mood he'd even asked for a a little makeout

🧡 Beelzebub

He doesn't mind it tbh, since i like to think that his twin also has a similar style.

50/50 on the music, he prefers pop punk but open to any music genres you exposed him to.

Would ask if you could do his eyeliner. (He moves alot) so you practically have to do it again and again for it to match so it's not lopsided.

Beel still loves you no matter what style you wear or what you do/listen to.

🩵 Belphegor

DING DING DING. love at first sight.

Belphie always asked you to dress him up or pick his clothes jusy cause he's too lazy to do it himself 💀.

Blasts music together while he just lays there like a dead person while you do your makeup/hair

Would always crawl to your lap whenever you're doing literature or writing about some gruesome poems he'll be there just deep asleep.

Doesn't really bother to go to those creepy dark places unless you're the one carrying him.

Would fiddle with some of your piercings if it doesn't hurt you.

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Again im so sorry if there's a mistake i did about goth styles while writing this.

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lovebeatriceplz · 1 month

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My Larry Johnson headcanons 👻🎸

General and dating

- His room is a mess 24/7 but he's not a slob. It isn't like a health hazard but it's just never neat, something is always out of place.

- A huge sleepyhead, most of your dates are smoking sessions and taking really long naps together.

- He might appear scrawny to some but he can fight. He'd never start one, but blv he's going to defend himself or someone else. Not ruthless or brutal but he's got a nasty fist (he'll bite their ankles).

- Loves watching you get ready. Whether it's doing your make-up or your hair, or styling your clothes, he wants to watch.

- Once someone confused his eyebags with a smoky eyeliner look and asked him what brand. Now he watches tutorials on YouTube with Sal.

- Is a metalhead but is open and listens to all kinds of music, especially the ones that you recommend.

- He likes to experiment with kissing. Sometimes he kisses you like a royal and then he's inhaling your face😭.

- Can never go wrong with neck kisses though so he just goes for that most of the time. He also bites, but not like love bites more like a little Chihuahua, i digress.

- Has an old, beaten down pair of converse that he just refuses to toss out.

- Tells you everything, especially things about his dad. Sits up at night and talks to his father about you. When he can't do that, he'll talk about you with anyone that comes his way.

- Terrible at skating, popped his ass a couple of times.

- Is low-key down bad for you. Don't worry he's not a pervert, but he'll take any opportunity to get inside your pants.

- He's not a jealous person, like ever, for no circumstance.

- Has a nice singing voice but he prefers to play instruments instead, says he can feel the shit outta it more.

- Takes pictures of cats he see together and sends them to you, captioning it "us".

-Also takes pictures of you, you are 98% of his camera roll. He does it secretly as well, you could ask him "wait- when tf did you take this!?" And he'd just be like "🧍", i digress😭. Has a bunch of forehead pics.

- Supportive in anything that you do, not just you like anyone, his friends, his mom, anyone.

- Has no self - preservation and might self harm without realizing it's self harm. You have to stop him sometimes and help him to acknowledge his limits.

- Has really good hair genes. It grows back very fast, so when he impulsively cuts it (which happens often) it's back to normal in a good amount of weeks.

- First time he had s3x with you was... shocking?. Bro was hungry, not aggressive, just felt a little desperate. He didn't know he was touch starved until he met you.

- Thinks your drop dead gorgeous. Like he's mesmerized, and loves to just stare at you with those lazy eyes like your the best thing to ever happen to him.

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x-liv25-jamieswife · 20 days

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no pressure, I love your headcannons, will you do Avery and jameson

averyjameson head canons

my favorite ship in the whole wide world. hope you enjoy these. i'll probably do multiple posts for them bc i love them sm. again, not proof read bc i'm lazy as fuck.

sometimes, when avery is working, she'll start humming songs, and jameson just sits there listening to her.

avery loves sitting in between his legs bc jamie always starts stroking her hair and stuff.

avery and jameson will sometimes just sit in bed and read together.

during one of their adventures, avery fell and injured herself, and jamie flung her over his shoulder and carried her home. the paparazzi posted pictures of it online, and they went viral.

when they do interviews together and the person interviewing them start asking questions about their relationship, jamie starts gushing about how incredible avery is and how she's changed his life. he looks at her with so much love in his eyes that people post pics of them everywhere wishing they had a bf like jamie.

jamie absolutely lovesss physical touch. he's always holding her hand, hugging her, cuddling her, stroking her hair, kissing her, etc.

they absolutely loveee back hugs. jamie will sometimes creep up on her from behind and wrap her in his arms (he'll refuse to let her go).

when avery has nightmares, he'll make her lie down on top of him and stroke her hair, avery loves listening to his heartbeat.

ok many people have talked about this, but their first fight is the reason why they now have the codeword tahiti. in my head, their first fight was about how avery wasn't talking to him and he felt like he didn't know her (my poor baby avery just isn't used to confiding in people).

jamie lovessss kissing her. avery pretends she doesn't but she does

they absolutely love rooftop dates. they'll have picnics, and sometimes play golf like in thl.

jamie is always posting stuff about avery on his insta with cute little captions (sometimes its ts lyrics, sometimes he's just confessing his love), fans eat it up.

avery's fav color is obviously the color of jamie's eyes (green). ever since she started dating him, she started integrating more green in her wardrobe

jamie is always dedicating karaoke songs to her.

jamie asks max for relationship advice.

he loves carrying her to bed after a long day of work.

avery works sm she forgets to eat. jamie learns how to cook thanks to grayson and makes her meals.

during the eras tour, they swayed together to lover.

ok in another post i said xander fake proposed to avery during love story, but jamie would do it too.

when jamie started crying to tolerate it (he related to it bc of tobias, i also might be projecting...), avery held him in her arms.

avery vibes so hard to i knew you were trouble bc that was the song she associated to jamie when she first met him.

when avery has panic attacks, jamie just sits there with her. one of my other hc is that she loves sitting with her back to his chest, and so jamie sits her down in front of him and strokes her hair. when she's calmed down he'll try to distract her with riddles or by making her laugh (usually he does this by making a fool of himself)

jamie lovesss buying her gifts. he and xander will go shopping together to buy gifts for their gfs.

jamie sometimes gets nightmares about avery dying from the bombing, and so he lies down with his head on her chest to listen to her heartbeat.

speaking of that, jamie lovessss resting his head on her chest.

sometimes, jamie can't believe avery is actually his, and he starts crying. avery sometimes finds him, takes him to bed, and cuddles him while whispering sweet nothings in his ear.

jamie will sometimes call her avery hawthorne bc he knows that someday he'll marry her, and he wants to know what her name would sound like with his last name

when avery gets hate comments, he absolutely destroys the haters.

jamie loves taking pictures of her when she isn't expecting it.

like i said, jamie loves buying her gifts, but he especially likes to buy her jewelry.

avery is constantly stealing his shirts. jamie loves seeing her wearing his shirts sm that he'll put some of them in her drawers (he makes sure they smell like him)

avery loves watching jamie rock climbing bc she finds him hot (max teases her about it all the time).

jamie loves burying his nose in the crook of her neck at night when he can't sleep.

max once dared avery to do a tiktok dance with her, jamie is always rewatching the video bc he finds her beautiful

fans find them so cute they make fan accounts about them (there are hundreds of them). jamie likes to follow every one of them and comments on their posts.

#the inheritance games #the hawthorne legacy #the final gambit #the brothers hawthorne #maxine liu #grayson hawthorne #xander hawthorne #jameson hawthorne #averyjameson #avery grambs #they are in love

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zzzzzestforlife · 4 months

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day 8 of 30 // i'm not sorry 😌🌸

내 건강이 개선 입니다! 오늘은 이야기를 없어. 그냥 내 일상은 했다. 낫네 기분해요 ☺️ 어! 사실 하나만, 내 MBTI 다시 바끌있업니다. 대개 INFJ 입니다. 하지만 오후에 난 다른 시험 두개 했다. 첫번째 ENFJ 입니다, 하고 나서 ISFJ 입니다. 난 심리학은 공부해, 그래서 MBTI는 진짜가 아니야 알아요. 난 아직 재미있는 시험입니다 생각해. 너의 MBTI 뭐해요? 궁금입니다! (my health is improving! today there is no story. i just did my daily routine. i feel better ☺️ oh! just one thing, my MBTI changed again. usually it's INFJ. but this afternoon i did two different tests. first i was ENFJ, and then ISFJ. i study psychology, so i know MBTI isn't real. i still think it's an interesting/fun test. what is your MBTI? i'm curious!)

❤️ journalled reframing some negative automatic thoughts i've been having lately

🥰🥰 broke my running record! we are 1/3 of the way!! (my goal is to be able to run for 30 minutes straight, today i ran for 10!) also learned a new arm workout from my brother specifically to help me build the muscles needed to eventually do a pull up!

❤️ did an actual breathwork meditation to help me focus (i really don't know if this stuff works or not but i like being lazy and doing nothing but breathing lol)

📝📝📝 we back, y'all!!! wanted to focus on Japanese today and did 3 lessons!

📚 finally about a third of the way through reading All Creatures Great and Small 🙃 it was actually a good chapter again today. it feels like Herriot's beginning to hit his stride. my eyes are just not fully recovered enough to enjoy it properly yet 🙈

language learning recommendations 🙊

🎧 i might've recommended this channel before but they also have this type of video where you can listen to real conversations and i love this short in particular because she speaks slowly and clearly but it still sounds natural. there are captions in both Korean and English too!

🎧 i remember nothing from this video 😂 实际上我知道一点。看看了！我的卧室不干净因为我没有打扫。我的厨房很干净因为每天我需要打扫了。(actually, i know a little bit. look! my bedroom isn't clean because i didn't clean it — the adjective for clean is a different word from the verb for clean! my kitchen is clean because i need to clean it every day.)

🎧 konglish still makes me mad 😅 like 왜 왜 왜 (why why why) 🤬 this video was like 50% konglish and that's all i can remember now but i'll still recommend it because i like that she repeats the words a couple times after saying it.

中文：我的健康更好了！今天我没有故事。只是一天一天做了。我更好了 ☺️ 哦！实际上，有一个东西，再次我的MBTI改变了。通常我是INFJ。但是下午上我做两个同考试。第一，我是ENFJ，和第二我是ISFJ。我学心理学了，所以我知道MBTI不真的。仍然我认为这个是很好玩了。你的MBTI什么样？我好奇的了啊！

💌 translating notes: there are no words in any language to express the fear that gripped me when i finished writing the paragraph above the cut in Korean and realized i would need to translate that into Chinese. but it wasn't as hard as i thought it would be at all!

🇯🇵日本語: 朝は好きです。(i like mornings.)

bonus: @solarsapphic tagged me in this game a few days ago (thank you 😘) and i finally did it! (ofc i had to make it k-pop themed 😅 you know we like to be on-brand in this household 😛)

i don't know how to make the pictures show up in order, so it's: animal (i am the dog 😂), place (I ❤️ BED), character (my PFP, ofc, hehe 🔪), food (almost everything tastes good if i'm in a good mood a.k.a. in the mood to dress up 🎀), season (i love the smell when it rains ☔), plant (i love little white flowers ☺️), crystal (i don't believe in energy crystals or whatever but i once had a collection of cute plain grey rocks just because, so, ummm... yeah 🪨), hobby (listening to music, sleeping, learning languages all in one pic 🤗), color (보라해 i purple you 💜)

tagging @studentbyday @obakanosandoitchi @phnxstudies @tea-tuesday @studykac @jukain4216 @lemonempress and anyone else who made it to the bottom of this post 😉

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seka1-k0k0ro · 1 year

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CRYS OMG.

bf kei taking care of u when ur sick omgomg and maybe kageyama n kuroo too? omg.

(i'm currently sick rn and this idea just hit me AHAHAHAHHA)

-🍙

OMGGG awww this is so cute; yes ofc onigiri! also get some rest and drink lots of water, hope you feel better and get well soon!! 💓

bedridden.

*post timeskip!*

tsukishima kei, kageyama tobio, kuroo tetsuro x gn!reader

cw: lots of fluff, mentions of sickness, some cursing

[i will format this better later + lower case intended]

tsukishima kei:

this man is the type to complain at first and silently take care of you until you feel better

and whenever you do end up feeling better and thank him he would have the worst blush on his face and pass it off like its nothing

you both live separately, but he has a key to your apartment

so when you didn't pick up your phone and text him back, he got a bit worried

after his uni classes, he raced to your apartment, mind running wild as to why you weren't responding to him

he unlocks and opens your door, confidently. he takes his shoes off and dumps his bag on the ground while calling out to you.

he hears you cough and his worry only worsened

he beelines to your room, and opens it harshly to see you coughing while laying on your bed, underneath the blankets.

"so you've been sleeping all day, huh?" he got no response from you besides a cough. he lifted a brow, confused as he slowly made his way over to you. he saw your cheeks were flushed and you let out another cough. his hand grazed your cheek, in a lazy attempt to check your temperature. "shit, y/n, you're burning up. why didn't you text me for help?" you melted into his hand as an apology and relief. that he was there.

kei got up and immediately searched for a glass of water and a cold compress. he found medicine on his journey as well and brought it back over to you. he made sure you were fed (he ordered it, he's not that good) and stayed by you until you felt better. he ended up sleeping on the floor in case you needed anything.

~.~

kageyama tobio

mans is clueless however he's not dumb

he rarely takes care of himself but when it comes to you, he'll bend the universe to make sure you're okay.

you'd text him you would be able to have your weekly breakfast date (put in place due to busy schedules) because you were sick and he cancelled everything except volleyball practice to help you.

def the type to call him mom or sister while he's at the store for help

"i just don't know how this is going to help."

"just listen to me and you'll be good," answered his sister. they bickered about getting too much or too little and which food he had to bring you. he stood in line of the store with thirty things all variations of other items in the case you reacted badly, or didn't like it. he checked out and headed immediately to your place.

he got back and saw you were walking to the kitchen. he gasped, "what are you doing out of bed? i told you to stay there." you looked him up and down as he looked also more disheveled than you with five plastic bags in his hands.

"i wanted a water."

~.~

kuroo tetsuro:

def the type to scold you the minute he found out

you're his personal assistant, and when you called in sick he laughed and said some stupid ass shit like "damn i did you that good huh?" even though literally nothing happened the night before.

you hacked out a bad cough and said you were really sick, and his entire mood changed.

trying to be professional, he said "alright, take the day off, and keep me updated."

yet he would send you emails, text-after-text, of him keep you updated.

he would send pictures of him throughout the day captioning it like "picture of my beautiful face to instantly make you better"

you're usually the one that takes care of him, so he's at a loss but he sends you flowers and your favorite takeout in the mail.

'dingdong check your front door,' said the millionth text from kuroo that day. you begrudgingly got up and made you over to the front door, and when you opened it, there it was. you smiled as you smelled the fresh roses and still warm takeout.

'thank you, my love,' you texted back with a picture of it. you took everything inside and downed your food. halfway through eating your phone started buzzing uncontrolably again.

'are u better yet? i'm bored.' you rolled your eyes as he was literally a busy ass businessman, and you only juggled half the work.

'stfu kuroo, im trying to eat then sleep.'

'gobble gobble that shit up, babe!' you questioned everything then and there, with a smie.

feel better lovely! inbox is always open. 💓

#haikyuu x reader #tsukishima kei #kuroo testuro #kageyama tobio #haikyuu #tsukishima x reader #kuroo x reader #kageyama x reader #haikyuu fluff

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recchan · 9 months

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You love him, you idiot (Enjoltaire)

It was springtime when Enjolras realised that, oh, he was in love with Grantaire.

A short modern Enjoltaire

Ao3

It was springtime when Enjolras realised that, oh, he was in love with Grantaire.

They had been dating for nearly a year now, both of them knowing that Enjolras’ feelings weren’t on the same level as Grantaire’s. Not yet. He liked Grantaire, he adored being with him, his wit, his many talents and even his flaws. He just needed some time to reach Grantaire’s level, to love him back properly. He didn’t want to lie to him. The art student was always telling him how much he loved him -after their first kiss, on their second date (and the third, the fourth, the fifth one…), every morning before an important exam at law school, during their first time- and everytime he smiled, grateful of course, and a bit embarrassed because he didn’t know how to return Grantaire’s feelings properly, except for a kiss or a tight hug. And he really hoped it was enough for him, at least for a little while more. Grantaire never said anything about it and welcomed Enjolras’ affections with a soft smile and arms wide open.

It was an ordinary day, except for the fact that he was beginning his internship at a law-firm. He had left earlier that morning to catch his train and wasn’t surprised to see the underground crowded, even at that hour. Students and workers rushed in and out of the trains, while tourists chilled or searched their maps, looking for the fastest route to reach their destination. Enjolras had imagined that the realisation would have struck him in some way or another, just like it happened for Marius -then again, when did he start to trust Marius’ speeches about love? From Marius’ words, he had imagined to see fireworks behind his closed eyelids, the spark of something at least, and hear sirens screaming “YOU LOVE HIM, YOU IDIOT”. It hadn’t been like that at all -and, frankly, he preferred it that way.

He was already on his train when Grantaire sent him his usual “good morning selfie”. It was something they did when one of them had to leave early in the morning, for university or work, and didn’t want to wake the other up -except that Grantaire began to send him selfies every morning. Enjolras didn’t complain at all. From his messy curls and the light marks of the pillow on his right cheek, Enjolras could tell he had just gotten up. His left hand was curled around a mug of something that was probably coffee, with a lazy grin on his face. “Bonjour <3” was the only caption on the pic. If he focused a bit he could hear Grantaire’s voice whispering it to him, lips brushing his ear and arms around his waist. It had been so easy to smile at the screen of his phone and think “I love you”, so easy he had almost missed it. He blinked a few times tapping absent-mindedly the picture of his boyfriend. It felt right, like it was something he used to think every time everyday. He had to grip the handle over his head when the train took a sudden curve. He briefly wondered when he had started to feel that way towards him, or if he had loved him all along but hadn’t realised it -he was known to be a bit oblivious about the matters of the heart. It didn’t really matter either way. He had been waiting for this moment, both of them had, and he felt the words settling comfortably in his mind and in his heart so easily it was almost surreal. He loved him, and he found himself loving the idea even more.

He needed to say it. He needed to say it to Grantaire.

He called him as soon as he was out of the metro, and listened as Grantaire picked up his phone “Hey” his voice was still sleepy and a bit surprised. Enjolras smiled. Restless, he began to walk, crossing the busy streets “I love you” he sighed into the phone. He could feel his chest warming up at the idea he was saying those words to Grantaire for the first time ever. It was something new, the oddness of it lasted only mere seconds before being replaced by the certainty that his feelings were true, and, true to himself, he had to speak them. His ears ringed as he heard Grantaire take a sharp breath, he could almost imagine his shocked face -Grantaire had learned not to hide his emotions in front of him, not anymore. He came to a stop as he watched a stream of faceless people emerging from the next metro stop. Enjolras shifted on his feet, he hadn't expected to be that nervous “I just realised it and I…” he briefly bit his bottom lip “I had to let you know. I couldn’t wait, you know me.” His voice came out shakier than he had hoped to. There was a long pause -maybe it wasn’t that long but Enjolras couldn’t really tell in that moment- before Grantaire groaned and huffed a laugh at the same time “You say it like you just had a mystical experience over there.” Enjolras grinned “Maybe.” and then Grantaire was laughing properly. Lovely, he thought. His feet were moving again “I love you.” he repeated and it was so simple to confess, in the middle of a street full of people, kilometres away from his boyfriend. It felt like he had done it a million times before. If only Enjolras had realised how he felt earlier… but they had time. He had days, months, years to compensate for the lost confessions. Suddenly, Grantaire’s voice was low and serious “You sure?” there was the faintest doubt in his question, a habit he couldn’t overcome. Enjolras didn’t mind, he would gladly reassure him always and forever. “Of course, you idiot.” the blond scoffed “I always am.” Grantaire hummed, as if considering his answer, before softly saying “Tell me again.” Enjolras smiled “As many times as you wish.”

I love you.

#enjoltaire #exr #enjolras #grantaire #les miserables #les mis #les mis fanfic #enjoltaire fanfic #ao3 #sorry for my english #recchan

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lgwifey · 2 years

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getting older part two

platonic!lennon gallagher x fem!reader

platonic!gene gallagher x fem!reader

Summary : In which a nepotism baby finds herself dealing with her first true life issue, letting him go.

Warning : none ?. Gene being a babe.

part one

2022

"Hi, it's y/n/n. Sorry I can't get your call but make sure to leave a voice message or text me. Okay, bye babes."

Y/n layed curled up under the disshevled duvet on the queen sized bed. She listened to he voicemails from last night, tears blocking up her eyes as she stared off into space.

It was mainly Lennon's voice on the messages. Gene had left one to tell her to call or text whenever she got up, Thalia left two before filling up her friend's whatsapp up with voice recordings, very amusing and slurred voice recordings.

She listened to the phone buzz before Lennon's voice appeared again.

A small tear fell out of her right eye and down her face horizonally, onto the plush cushion underneath her head.

Her emotions where stumbled, she didn't know whether right now she angry with him because he was too scared to stand up to his new girlfriend and tell her that they where friends, whether she was upset he threw her off to his little brother 'missus' or whether she should just be acting casually, she refused to be one of those control freak girl-bestfriends that everyone posts about on TikTok and his relationships only last a few months maximum anyways. She'd opted for staying in bed for as long as possible and letting her mood swing like a monkey in a kid's jungle book.

Her sobbing session was interrupted when a fist hit her flat door and Lennon's eighth message ended.

She out a whine, letting her knotted y/h/c hair fall messily over her pillows as she turned over and face-planted into the light green rectangular pillow, a slight marking of last night's smudged makeup printing onto the fabric.

Another knock hit and y/n found herself reluctantly crawling out of bed, opening her bedroom door and shuffling her feet over to the front door, her black silk pyjama bottoms dragging across the floor as she did so.

It took her a second to unlock the door, having to work up the social skill ability to talk to whoever was on the other side.

When she did finally open it, a sympathetic expressioned Gene stood on the other side of the doorway, a bag from her local brunch resteraunt in his hand.

He held the bag up with a awkward smile.

"Late breakfast ?"

Y/n let a lazy smile fall on her lips, moving out of the way to Gene could enter the flat.

The twenty year old shut the door behind him, slipping off his trainers and following the messy haired girl to her open kitchen and dining area.

His eyes lingered on her figure as her hips swayed and the black camisole top she wore showed off her middrift slightly.

As he dropped the green logoed bag on the counter top, y/n threw a hoddie over her torso. She turned to give Gene a confused look as he gave a gasp, turning and finding him pounting at the fluffy nike hoodie.

"I've been looking for that for three months you minx."

She gave a bashful laugh, pulling up the sleeves to uncover her hands so she could eat one of the layers of the barm Gene had gotten her.

"Sorry, you can have it back ."

"Nah, it's fine. I bought a new one a couple of weeks ago."

They sat for a while in silence, both eating and scrolling through their phones. Y/n raised an eyebrow when she watched an instagram notification pop up on her screen.

@genegallagher has mentioned you in a story

She tapped on the box and the stories appeared from last night and apparently that morning. She clicked through the pictures, one of her slouched in her dress at Lennon's flat before the awards show, a video of her sat with Lennon's arm on her shoulders whilst she chugged a bottle and finally a picture of her munching on her late breakfast with the caption 'finally found my missing hoodie' over her.

"Ew. Gene I look like a total slob."

She turned her phone around to show him the last picture, to which he just gave a small laugh.

"Nah, you look cute."

He scrunched the wrapping from his food up and threw it into the bin in the corner of the kitchen, turning to face y/n again where she was pulling a face at her phone.

"What's up ?"

The older woman raised her eyeline over the mobile, looking Gene in the eye. She gave a pout as she huffed and put her phone face up on the table, showing the younger boy a post.

A post from Lennon's acount.

"Wait. Wait but-"

"But he never posts."

Gene sat, lost for words. His mouth open and closed slightly as he went to speak before pausing and deciding to not share his thoughts which probably wouldn't be helpful to y/n at the moment.

"I- "

"D'you want to talk about it ?"

He clicked the phone off and left it on the table. He swiftly slid onto the chair which was between them, taking a hold of one of her sleeve covered hands and wrapping his other arm around her in a side hug type of manner. Y/n felt herself subconciously fall into Gene, she didn't mean to let her emotions take over her actions but it seemed that she couldn't help it at the moment.

"I don't know what, what to talk about."

A tear fell down her left cheek, falling into the crook of her nose causing her to wipe it away.

"I don't -"

Gene rubbed small circles on her arm as she gave heavy breaths after cutting herself off with a sob.

"It's just-"

"Just breathe y/n/n. You know you can tell me anything."

She gave a nod, holding onto his hand which was holding onto hers.

"Yeah, yeah of course I know that Gene. You're always there for me."

She rested her head on his shoulder, shifting her chair closer to his and closing her eyes as she tryed to think of how to word her thoughts outloud for him to understand.

"I guess, I guess i'm just confused. It's always been me and Lennon. Sure there's Thali and I love her as well don't get me wrong, but nursery, primary, secondary, college, it's always been me and Lennon. Why is she so important now ?"

"I think it's love."

The words slipped out accidentally and Gene knew he'd messed up when y/n's head jolted up. Her eyes became waterlogged again and her lip quivered.

"Love ?"

Her voice broke as she spoke to him, eyelashes damped with tears and nose shining red from her previous crying sessions. Gene's next words where laced with panic and rush.

"But y'know, it's Lennon, it's probably just a fling and he was probably just drunk."

He mouth was too tired from the mentally draining days events to open for the moment, leaving her to respond with a dehearted hum as her eyes dulled and her lip dropped into a nuteral frown. She spoke after a few seconds of silence, pout still prominent on her lips.

"I always though I'd be the one he posted."

She worked up the energy to mumble a small sentence, Gene responding to her with a sad smile.

"I feel bad. I'm making him out to be the bad guy, he's not. Urgh, i'm just being hormonal, forget I said anything."

She rubbed her face with her hands, hiding it in the large hoodie sleeves as she fought with herself over how she was supposed to feel.

"Nonsence, just let it all out, you'll feel better."

She gave him a grateful smile, uncovering her face so he could see it. Using both of her hands, she held his left on inbetween them and leant forward to leave a soft peck on the boy's cheek.

"You really are the best Gene. You're always there for me."

She pulled her phone from the table, unlocking it and pointing it at the younger Gallagher brother. Before he knew it, Gene had had a picture of his squished face, y/n's painted fingers squishing his cheeks together so he had a squashed fish pout.

She let out a manic laugh at his expression in the photo before quickly tapping on her phone's keyboard and senting the picture to her instagram story.

She sheilded her phone from him the entire time but soon his own lit up with a notification for the app and he could see what he expected to be a monstrosity.

@y/n/ntaylor has mentioned you in a story

He opened the phone and clicked on the cartoon filtered profile picture of Lennon and y/n which was circled, pulling up her singular photoed story.

revenge is sweet @genegallagher xx

He let out a small, crooked smile at the broken laugh that fell from her lips .

He was always there to lend a shoulder to cry on, to take away the misery that Lennon was oblivious to. He was begging that soon she'd realise.

masterlist / part three

#fem!reader #lennon gallagher x fem!reader #lennon gallagher x reader #lennon gallagher #gene gallagher x fem!reader #gene gallagher x reader #gene gallagher #platonic!gene gallagher x reader #platonic!lennon gallagher x fem!reader #nepo baby #nepotism #taylor!reader

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redstonedust · 2 years

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Hi, disabled person here. Are you out of your goddamn mind? It’s easy to tell you’re an abled person from your post critiquing how not everyone puts Scar in a wheelchair. Saying that someone disabled needs to be always visibly disabled is hurtful to people like me and other disabled people who don’t always have our disabilities on view. The amount of times I have to lift my goddamn shirt or someone has to take their prosthetic just to prove their disability is because of people like you. (1/4)

(2/4) handicap spaces, accommodation letters, ramps, closed captions and descriptive audio, braille, and more are all to help disabled people fit better into what is unfortunately an abled person’s world. Prosthetics, wheelchairs and yes, even braces all also count as those. Saying one should be seen as better as the others for a disabled person is saying that they ARE separate from abled people and to try and let them seem more abled is wrong.

(3/4) I have heard people say what characters count and don’t count as disabled characters. Professor X from X-Men counts because he’s in a wheelchair and cannot walk. Hiccup from How to Train Your Dragon does not count because he functions fine. And that is where the problem lies. You ask for disabled people to stay in a state that cannot work at all times for the world around them. You want to see them as broken.

(4/4) And you refuse to listen when disabled people themselves say how they want to be seen. Scar said he is fine with his character drawn in a wheelchair. He said he is fine if the are drawn with bracers. He has said they could be abled or helped with magic or a robot or hybrid or anything. He does not care either way and is indifferent. And you spat at his comment and in his face and decided you knew better. You, as an abled person who does not personally know Scar knows better. How sick.

I return with a 5th part because I know you won’t answer. Or have good fair that you will not answer. But what you have said is just disrespectful. you list yourself as using the pronouns they/them. If there is some ounce of reason in you, tell me, if a cis person came up to you and told you that they and them are incorrect to use for a known person, & only refer to you as he or she, would you be happy? If you said that was not the case, would you be upset if they ignored you? So why do the same

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alright, um. this one i'm a little more confused by, because that is... not what i intended to say? i'm genuinely sorry if it read that way to you, i would be upset myself if i saw someone saying that one type of mobility aid is somehow more representative than another. that's ableism, flat out. but it's just. not what the scar post was about?

from the original post:

"if the answer is “because i cant visualize it working in a setting like minecraft” the man is canonically magic, u can work around it. at least go with the fantasy leg brace option if ur that worried about it."

my wording was a little lazy, but what this is intended to say is "if you feel like you can't draw or write a wheelchair into the setting, fantasy leg braces and magic are an option." at no point did i intend to say that either was a better option than the other.

as for your final ask... i don't really understand your pronouns section, wouldn't a better comparison be a cis person correcting others on my pronouns on my behalf? because scar is disabled, and i am nonbinary. an abled bodied person drawing him as disabled would be the same as a cis person calling me they/them, i guess? or like... calling a fictionalized version of me they/them, even if i've expressed neutrality on the subject.

...trying to parallel the disabled experience with the transgender one is hard because they're very different. i'm abandoning this metaphor before i confuse myself. i'm also a little sad that you'd think i wouldn't answer this, we don't know eachother, theres no reason to assume that i would ignore your concerns. i'm sorry if people usually do.

anyways um. sorry if this wasn't the kind of response you expected, and i hope you have a nice day. feel free to block me or the post via xkit tools if you're unhappy with it.

#asks #txt #long post

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cripple-council · 1 year

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Just need to vent

I wish living wasn't so freaking painful

And I'm talking about general chronic pain but I'm also talking about pain from things I don't see talked about as often

Like the fact that if I knew how to get my hands on a decent free screen reader I'd use it because it just hurts to read and it hurts to see sometimes

Yes I have glasses but they're for astigmatism not my eyes randomly decided haha f you and checking out

The fact that I randomly have spots of vision where I can't see isn't fun either

And hearing why does hearing hurt

I'm HoH but I try to use any sort of thing to help and my sound sensitivity says haha screw you so I stick to captions except sometimes my eyes decided screw reading all together that hurts so I have half an idea of what's going on because I'm not looking at the screen (I'm looking at the least painful thing I can) and unless I've watched the stuff before I need to rewind CONSTANTLY so I know what's going on just suffer the pain

My eyes are hurting reading my own writing right now and I literally can't make it any easier for them I don't know what to do

Yeah yeah talk to my eye doctor but idk when my check up is and until then I'm stuck with glasses that don't help my actual problem and literally nobody to talk to because everyone says go to your eye doctor and yes I know

And I feel like I can't actually use any sort of screen reader or anything because that's just me being lazy (it's not) or it's for actually visually impaired people screw off there's no reason for you to use it you can still read when your eyes hurt

Except that's ignoring all the times my eyes have hurt so much I literally couldn't open them so I ended up hiding under a blanket until they felt better because I still have to go to school and nobody bothers to listen to me

I don't know I don't know I don't know I feel like I'm faking everything even though I desperately desperately just wanna make my little eyeballs feel better so we can function in unison again without all the pain and the effort and the strain

It helps that with seeing seeing I have a decent memory and synesthesia can actually be useful as well as the well-practiced ability to figure out where I'm going based on a very tiny sliver of sight but it still sucks and I still hate it and I still just want to talk to someone about it without feeling like I'm using resources or taking up extra space because aren't I messed up enough already how possibly could I be messed up more now???

Uggggh I'm so tired I just want to either see painlessly or don't look at everything to deal with the pain and that be okay

Sorry if this is insensitive or something I'm so tired and so done and just needed to vent thank you

Is this even a place to vent

I just realized I don't remember what blog I was posting this too

I'm so sorry if it's not

Um, I offer lavender and bees if you like bees, especially if this is the wrong blog, thank you

hey!

i’m sorry that you’re in pain and that people aren’t listening to you. and i know how frustrating it is when people keep suggesting things you already do/know about, it’s really annoying.

if you believe that a screen reader could help, you could always give it a try! but i do understand that the feeling of “being lazy” is there, i get that too (in other situations though). i don’t know much about them but i know some phones have built in ones, so you could look for that, and if you don’t have that, i hope someone here can give recommendations on free and good ones!

disability aids are there for you to use them if you need them, i completely understand feeling like you’re faking or are being lazy or that you’re taking resources or whatever mean thought your brain can produce. but please try to remember that you are allowed to use them, it’s your brain being mean, and i know that it’s hard to go against those thoughts, but i believe in you!

and remember that no one knows your body and pain better than you. if someone else tries to dismiss your pain, ignore them because they don’t know shit.

you are always welcome to vent here, i will always listen.💜

and i love lavender & bumblebees (other bees scare me haha)😌

#ask

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thatsmimi · 2 years

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E or B!

OC alphabet soup

[caption in alt!]

bebe bebe bebe bebe! part 2/2 (here's part 1) of the kaze+bebe saga and the actual PC i was playing in that campaign. I believe I left a lot of gaps in their story due to me wanting my DM to fill those holes I didn't think of as well as uh. laziness. Ultimately it fell flat but y'know it is what it is!

Bebe is a changeling that's rejected by society, and they became friends with Kaze for quite a while and had a princess and the pauper type agreement since they both wanted to live differently than they do then. Bebe was tired of hiding and being distrusted for their nature as a changeling and Kaze just want out of that spoiled brat life! It was the perfect deal, Bebe got to experience Private Tutor Life (tm) and Kaze got to trans his gender. win-win scenario!

When Kaze torn down his entire tyrant family Bebe helped as well. A little begrudgingly, since they really liked their music tutor. They were the best of duos, Bebe was just willing to listen and follow whatever Kaze wanted to do cuz man, they don't have much opinions themself, Kaze always seemed to have big plans and knew what he wanted.

When Kaze disappeared and came back a whole different person, it was because he uh... well he went ahead and died!

Probably. Honestly the details were very hazy, I don't quite remember what exactly happened, but during a quest, Bebe was influenced by some sort of evil being who fueled their jealousy and convinced them to do something so entirely stupid.

Well. Obviously you can't go back to town telling everyone that their favourite hero's dead! So Bebe did what Bebe does best: they stole Kaze's face. People wouldn't care if Bebe went missing, they don't even know they exist! But Kaze, who symbolizes everyone's hopes and dreams... He can't be gone.

Bebe convinced themself that they're doing this for a selfless reason but really it's... both. They're struck with guilt and a strange relief and they're just a little bit cursed but they're dealing with it. They're hoping by retiring as the folk hero they could gradually ease people out of thinking about Kaze, and they're also hoping that, God, please, nobody make him save the day.

They're not built for that.

Bebe is in all!!! pretty selfish of a person. but they have their reasons to, y'know? They have a long way to go, forgiving themself and getting un-cursed and finding out who they actually want to be, but that's all depending on whether i can even play this character lol

#mimi answers #ask meme #WOW THIS ONE IS A LONG ONE!!! OPSIE #captioned #hehe [twirls hair] i like making my dnd blorbos a tad fucked up #<-- and then not play them.#bebe #kaze kaccerol

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purplesurveys · 2 years

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1522

Have you ever written a song?: Just when I’ve had to do it for class. < Same, though I haven’t had to do this since like, grade school so it’s definitely been a while. I wouldn’t be interested in penning a song just on my own.

What was the last drink you had?: Coffee.

Do you ever feel numb?: I’m on autopilot at my job these days. I’ve stopped finding fulfillment from it for the most part and when faced with stressful situations I kind of just go into overdrive in a very dead way until it gets resolved, hahaha.

Which do you think would be scarier to experience, an avalanche or tsunami? : Both are horrific but tsunamis are realistically more likely to happen where I live so I’ll have to go with that.

Do you currently have a honey jar in your pantry?: We do. It was part of the company’s Christmas gift box last year.

Do you always find a silver lining in bad situations?: Yes, I give it a shot every time. I try to avoid being pessimistic.

Do you prefer being inside or outside?: It depends on the occasion. Like if I’m just relaxing, I like to stay indoors but have a great outside view. But if I’m having dinner or drinks with friends, I always push to get al fresco instead of being cooped up in the indoor area.

When did you last use a lighter or matches?: Few months ago when I lit a candle.

Do you think the ocean needs more exploring?: For sure. So little of it has been discovered.

Do you ever experience panic attacks?: I have, but they haven’t visited in a while.

Have you ever had to call 911 or your country's emergency number?: Nope.

What was the last conversation you had about?: I don’t remember lol but it was with my sister not too long ago. We were just talking about Agi having some excess #2 stuck near his butt so I asked her to help me take it out.

Are you doing okay?: I’m great as long as you don’t ask or remind me about work.

Do you know an Olivia?: Nopes.

Is there a past relationship/friendship you miss?: There isn’t.

Do you like mangoes?: Never liked it in any form. As a Filipino I feel like I have a responsibility to like mango to some extent hahaha but it’s just never worked out for me.

Last song you listened to?: My Universe by Coldplay and BTS was on as I was parking earlier tonight.

What do you believe in the most?: That there are other beings in the vast universe. Maybe they aren’t humans like us, maybe they look vastly different, but I believe we aren’t alone.

What was the last movie you watched and enjoyed?: My sister’s thesis film. It’s quite short, only a little short of 20 minutes; but knowing that she made it and put a lot of effort into it made me proud. And the film itself was great, too! Do you use captions when watching TV?: Yeah, for everything I watch it’s ideal to have subtitles even if I can understand the language. It’s easier for me to pick up information/remember scenes if I can read through them.

What was the last app you used?: YouTube. What's your most used app?: Probably Facebook.

What percentage is your phone battery on?: 84% the last time I checked, which was only a few minutes ago. I’m too lazy to confirm if it’s still the same but it most likely is.

Are there any recipes you'd like to try?: I mean I watched a menbosha-making vlog yesterday and ever since then I’ve been thinking about trying to make it on my own. Did you use Vine when it existed?: I never made a Vine but I sure as hell enjoyed the viral ones that came out. I still miss Vine and prefer it a lot more than TikTok, lol.

What decorations do you have in your bedroom?: Some portraits and a few posters are up on my wall. I also have a corkboard with a bunch of BTS knickknacks, and it’s situated right in front of my work station so it can sort of serve as an inspiration for me to keep going haha. Who is a celebrity you'd like to hang out with?: Jimin.

How many amusement parks have you visited?: Around two or three. Not a big fan of them.

Do you prefer chewy or crunchy textures more?: Crunchy.

What last broke your heart?: I follow a local NGO called Strays Worth Saving and the stories that come out of the page are always so devastating. Last night I shared a call for donation for this dog who was heartlessly stabbed but managed to survive.

What is happiness in your own words?: Feeling at peace with who and where you are.

Do you still live in the town you grew up in?: Yes. Are there any events coming up you're looking forward to?: We have a holiday this Friday so I’m pretty fucking stoked about the 4-day work week ahead.

What's the most random collection you've had or known someone to have?: I’ve never personally understood restaurant/hotel tissue collections (unused, of course) but Filipino parents LOVE to start one; hell, even my mom has one lol.

Are you currently wearing anything green?: Nope, I’m all maroon tonight.

Do you google your symptoms everytime there is something wrong?: Yeah, for reassurance. I try to avoid going the opposite route, i.e. Googling my symptoms and going straight to the conclusion that I’m close to death lol.

Have you or would you ever go see a psychic?: Nope.

Who is the strongest person you know?: My mom.

What's your go to Chinese food order?: Not really a big fan of Chinese food but I do like to get minced pork and eggplants.

When was the last time you visited family?: Last Sunday, as is our tradition. We didn’t do it today though since we had to run a few errands and I also booked a trip to a museum.

Do you currently feel restless?: A bit, which is usual on Sunday evenings. What is something you're naturally good at?: Writing.

Have you had coffee or tea today?: I’m currently having coffee.

What flower did you last see?: I can’t recall. What's your favorite fictional book?: Everyday by David Levithan.

#survey #surveys

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papa-evershed · 2 years

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I've told you before but I think it bears repeating. I love your blog so much. Even if it's not necessarily about a shared fandom, I live for your tags or/and captions. You always have the best and thought through answers to weird asks (or any ask really). I appreciate the fact that you just say what you think, no matter what, and your sass? It's legendary!

Listen here! You are so fucking lovely. 😳 I read this message after a night of very little, crappy sleep and it seriously improved my mood. 🥰 I know I've also said this to you before but you are a blessing to any fandom that is ever lucky enough to have you, you always take the time to just send little gems like this and it's something that pretty much every fandom desperately needs. And to be a total fucking dork and admit this, sometimes I literally find myself thinking I need to be more like you! 😂 I'll hesitate to send a message or leave a comment because I'm just a lurker by nature but I'll be like *nah Kelly, stop being a lazy antisocial bitch, tell this person your positive thoughts like Stefanie would*. So yes! Thank you for always taking the time to tell people your feelings because it's truly appreciated and it just spreads love all over the place. ♥♥

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creephunter · 2 years

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Here’s what I did instead of pay attention to the first part of my class

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straighttohellbuddy · 3 years

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don't threaten me with a good time {Dream}

Request: if you’re still taking requests- cc!dream and reader who is part of the dream team being the typical will they/won’t they couple

Summary: Y/N sends Dream their address mostly as a joke, and it's all uphill from there.

A/N: 5653 words. WHY IS THIS 5.6k?! WHY AM I LIKE THIS. seriously though im kind of really in love with this fic. im sorry there's not thaaaat much of the dream team but this is set after sap and dream move in together. also i was listening to the FOB song of the same title for a lot of this, but i think Cake By The Ocean fits the fic better??

Warnings: many many suggestive jokes but it's sfw, almost painfully fluffy at the end

{ Idiots-To-Lovers 'verse } | { 1 / 4 }

"Fuck you," Dream muttered, which wasn't uncommon despite the fact that you considered him one of your closest friends. Years long friendships, knowing how to push one-another's buttons, it tended to illicit that kind of response. Your particular brand of friendship with Dream, however, meant it was not uncommon for your response to be along the lines of -

"You wish," you were grinning from ear to ear, gaze flitting around the screen looking to see if there were any more mobs advancing on you, or if you were finally in the clear.

"And so what if I did?" He retorts, voice sliding from irate to challenging, something familiar and teasing about his tone, his energy, that you knew you could match with ease.

"Alright bet," since your character seemed to be safe for the moment, you slouched back in your seat, lazy smirk on your face as you picked up your phone.

"Wait, what?" He half-laughed, a little confused at your response, before you heard his phone go off with a text notification, and you waited for a beat before he started to laugh his ass off.

"I said, alright bet; come romance me, green boy," you snorted, leaning back in to your computer, glancing at chat for a moment, before Dream's shouted through the VC;

"Did you just send me your fucking address over a bit?!"

"Well I didn't think you were fantasizing about sticking your dick in my PO box," you said blithely, which, after a moment to process what you'd just said, the comment seemed to break Dream. It sounded like he'd left his desk, laugh faint and echoing.

"Fuck you, Y/N," he came back with, and though the sound of his smile in his voice warmed your heart, you couldn't help yourself.

"You have my address," tone coy, you heard him mutter something indistinctly, but didn't push the bit any further, instead attempting to gather together what you'd need to make several beds and start strip-mining the Nether for Netherite.

You don't expect much to come of it; the address was sent on a whim but you did actually trust Dream. Well, you trusted him not to give out your address, or use it for evil, though it still comes as a shock the next day when the buzzer by your door goes off, and when you ask who it is, an unfamiliar voice identifies themselves as being from a flower delivery company.

[you motherfucker] You text him, alongside a photo of the elaborate bouquet of roses you bring up to your apartment.

[consider yourself romanced 💖🖕] Is his response, but all you can read into is your move.

When you tweet a photo of the flowers, you caption it 'a simp found my address. should i move or wait for more things to show up?' to which Dream, with all the subtlety of a blimp, responds 'you're gonna die waiting'. Ass. It does makes you laugh, though.

But it comes up again, several days later you're doing an alt stream, taking uquizes people are recommending on your Discord, when someone asks about the flowers in your background, right as someone else is asking if Dream ever actually showed up at your apartment.

"The flowers are actually from Dream, I tweeted about them a few days ago but I don't think I actually made that clear," your tone fond as you gaze over your shoulder at the flowers, you take a moment to let that fondness flourish in your chest; he didn't need to do anything, and yeah, maybe it was for a bit, but he still didn't have to send them at all. Clearing your throat, you turn back to your camera, "because he's too chickenshit to show up himself." You grin sharply, unable to stop yourself from teasing him, even when he wasn't here to defend himself. Or so you thought.

Your phone goes off.

"Are you watching my stream?" Is how you answer the phone, met with an indignant Dream -

"I'm too chickenshit to show up? You're the one who said you wanted to be romanced; I didn't think showing up to your house was romantic I thought it was fuckin' creepy, excuse me for being a gentleman!" Then, after a moment with no response from you, he adds, "stop laughing, Y/N, I'm protecting my own honour here," but he was clearly smiling, holding back laughter of his own.

"Dude, you wanna fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid," you wheeze, to which he hung up.

Then, a minute later, a donation of a hundred dollars from the man himself 'And what if I did just show up? What then? Hypocrite❤️'-

"Thanks for the donation, Dream, why don't you show up then, in the pouring fuckin' rain, put your money where your mouth is," you smirk, ignoring his follow-up dono of 'you wanna fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid and underline the second you!'. You roll your eyes instead, favouring other messages.

So imagine your shock when after forty minutes of radio silence, you get another dono from him reading 'FBI open up' as the buzzer on your door goes off.

Your chat is on another fucking level of crazy as they immediately put two and two together, and suddenly you can hear your heartbeat in your ears as you look at your door.

"Shut the fuck up," you breathe, mostly to yourself; you'd tried to call his bluff, but he seemed to have turned the table on you, calling yours. You leave your mic on, mostly because this has great content potential, and you leave the frame to press the little microphone button that leads to the door of your building.

"If you're minecraft speedrunner DreamWasTaken, I'm going to throw rocks at you," is what you decide on, and there's a moment of silence before his incredibly familiar voice buzzes back up.

"So in answer to the question 'what would you do if I did show up' the answer is, you'd throw rocks at me? Not gonna lie, less hot than what you'd been implying," and then, after a beat, he laughs, "I can hear myself through your stream, that intercom is so loud."

You buzz him in.

You go back to your computer, only to see your viewers have increased significantly, and everyone is begging to know what's happening. You just sit, as if deflated, in your chair, awaiting your comeuppance to knock at your door.

The first and most obvious thing about Dream when you open your door to him, is that he's fucking soaking wet.

"Why are you moist?!" You demand, ushering him inside.

"I ran here!" He's grinning from ear to ear, "consider yourself romanced!" And the elation in his voice is enough to quell your nerves, and you look him over for a moment, see his phone in his hand still with your stream open, with an earphone in one ear, and you sigh gently, smiling.

"You live within running distance?" You asked, an eyebrow raised as you head to your bathroom. The stream catches you opening the door to the bathroom behind you, but Dream stays where he is, out of shot, for good reason.

"Actually yeah," his tone drops to something far more conversational, and when you come back, towels in hand, you see him looking around your apartment. You hand him the stack of towels and head back to your set-up, muting your microphone and putting up your 'We'll Be Right Back' screen for the time being.

As soon as you were no longer being watched by over a hundred, thousand viewers, you dropped your irate act, beaming at Dream.

"I cannot begin to believe you, dude!" You found yourself laughing, "oh man, you win this round, okay, you definitely win this round."

"I fucking knew it! Calling me chickenshit, you little hypocrite!"

"I didn't think you'd actually come over!" You exclaimed, eyes wide and amused, watching as he dried himself off as best he could, "dude, you're soaked, you could have caught a cab."

"As if, this is so much more dramatic."

"You'll catch your death like that," you gave a longsuffering sigh, already heading to your drawers.

"I can't believe you thought I wouldn't follow through," he clicked his tongue.

"Sorry for underestimating you," your conceded, rummaging around your pyjamas, looking for - a-ha! "A friend of mine left these after couch surfing here, they should fit you," you offer, and Dream, who'd been focusing on trying to wring out his jeans with little success, seems surprised by the kind offer, looking to the clothes in your hands.

"Are they pyjamas?"

"They're all I really have that would be comfy for you," you said, a little helplessly, he carefully reaches out and takes them.

"They've got ducks on them," he says quietly, almost to himself, marvelling at them, and you hesitate before adding -

"And I've got... my Sapnap hoodie came out of the dryer this morning, actually, I bought it a few sizes too big, it's pretty cozy," you offered, and at that his expression turned fondly amused.

"That's adorable -"

"Shut up," you mumbled, "you want the hoodie or not?"

"I didn't think I'd be staying," he admitted, "I just kinda showed up to make you eat your words, I can go -"

"You ran all this way, let me wrap up my stream, and stay for dinner, I was thinking of making myself stir-fry but I've got enough for two."

"You sure?" He asks, tentatively, and you finally look to him; it hits you in this moment that you've never even seen a proper photo of him, and yet you'd known immediately who he was. This feels... inevitable.

"Yeah, absolutely," you grinned, ducking your gaze, "I'll throw your clothes in the dryer too, if you wanted to get changed that is, you don't have to -"

"I feel like I'm wearing a fucking mop; I'm gonna get changed," he says with a grin, heading through to your bathroom when you gesture to it. Stopping at the door, however, he gives you a genuine, fond smile, "thank you."

"I'm gonna do a bit where I call Sapnap and ask him to pick you up," you tell him bluntly in return. He snorts a laugh, and closes the bathroom door behind himself. "Give a knock when you're done and I'll cut the camera for you."

"I appreciate that," he calls back.

You go back to your idle stream, only to see your viewers had doubled, and when you pick up your phone, the first thing you see if several messages from friends telling you you're trending on Twitter. You turn on your camera and mic again, and open your phone.

"Ah hello, was wondering when I'd be getting a call from you," when Sapnap picks up, he sounds all kinds of smug.

"Can you come collect your man from my home?" You asked flatly, to which he was already cackling with laughter.

"He actually ran, didn't he? He fucking ran there, is he still there?" He asked, sounding absolutely delighted by the whole ordeal, "it's your fault for giving him your address in the first place."

"I didn't think he'd actually show up!"

"As if you wouldn't show up to our house out of spite if he gave you our address," Sapnap pointed out, which shut you up fast, "you both wanna fuck each other so bad it makes you both look stupid," he cackles before hanging up.

You sit, pretending to sulking in the silence, just quietly reading your chat, while dwelling on the fact that fucking Dream is now in your apartment. The man you'd both been aggressively, albeit mostly jokingly, pursuing, and been pursued by online, publicly, for over a year. The shock of his arrival was finally wearing off, but your nerves were alight for all new reasons; you try and push those thoughts out of your mind as Dream knocks gently on the bathroom door.

The blurry photo you take of your floor, with Dream's knee in the corner, wearing your friend's duck pyjamas gets several hundred thousand likes, and the stream itself is your most popular by a longshot.

It went on longer than you intended, as Dream sat on your bed, half watching your stream on his phone when he couldn't read your monitor properly from where he was, and you gently bullied him into taking a few quizzes himself, with you clicking the options for him. Despite the unexpectedness of the situation, it's one of the best nights you've had in a long time, and you're rather sad to see him go, waving goodbye as he climbs in the taxi after dinner, wearing his now-dry clothes.

#Y/NWasTakenMeetup trends. Most of the fandom appears to be under the impression that you've made good on your constant threat-slash-flirting, and those who think you're dating were seemingly in a heated war with those who think he's dating George. You tweet 'don't it always seem to go that you don't know what you've got 'til it's gone' which appears to confuse everyone in the replies, apart from a few who get your reference to the song. Dream replies with 'love watching you get ratioed vaguing about how i went home in a taxi. you could have just asked me to stay'.

[you're a fucking menace. at least you got the song reference] you texted him.

[i googled it you hipster] Is his only response.

And things, on the surface at least, return to normal after that, your chatter seeming just as teasing and flirty as it's ever been. But there's something new to the interactions, a new... familiarity. You've seen his face. He's been in your house. You've actually had dinner together. You've heard his laugh in person.

It's not that you were particularly subtle before, but one late afternoon while hanging out on the server with George, after you make a particularly forward joke, Dream very pointedly reminds you -

"Last time I was in your bed, you didn't even do anything about it, so, how'd you put it, put your money where your mouth is?" God you can tell he's smirking, but you're not one to back down.

"You're the one with my address; you wanna run all the way over here again?" You retort, smile sharp, only for you to hear Dream, in an echo-y way, like he's no longer at his computer, holler for Sapnap, and your whole body freezes. George is the only one who's actually live right now, cackling with laughter.

"I cannot believe he ran to your house in the rain," George is grinning as he's mining peacefully.

"The only reason he hasn't run to you is because he's physically unable to run across the ocean," you point out, and George gives a fond chuckle, conceding that you were right about that; if he ever figured out how, both you and George were sure there was nothing that could stop him then.

Some noises come from Dream's end of the call, some scuffling, of typing, then your phone goes off, right as he says, obviously close to his mic -

"Money. Where. Your. Mouth. Is." He demanded.

You look over the address, before plugging it into your maps app.

"That's an hour walk and you ran here in the rain!? It would've taken you ten minutes to drive!" You hollered back.

"You're the one who said, and I quote, romance me, green boy, and so I ran through the rain because it's fucking romantic!"

"I'm not running to your house!"

"I never asked to be romanced! You're the one with the high standards!"

"You assholes are as bad as each other," George snorts, but you're already shoving your phone in your pocket, leaving your mic on as you rummage and grumble around your little flat, looking for a jacket and your keys.

"Fuck you, Dream," is the final thing you say. You do, however, he's his teasing response before you're logging off and leaving. He's parroting your words back at you, smug ass.

"You have my address."

Sometimes you wish you weren't so motivated by spite, but you do end up walking to Dream's house out of spite, only stopping at a florist when you're almost there, picking up a cheap, but pretty bouquet.

When you hit the intercom, you hear Sapnap asking tentatively who it is. You tell him your name, and he sounds ten times more exasperated when he tells you he hates you; he's of course joking, and lets you into the building. He also happens to be the one who opens the door when you knock, and at the sight of you holding a bunch of flowers, he tells you he really hates both you and Dream, and closes the door on you.

You knock again.

"Clay get the door," you hear Sapnap call, and Dream's beaming from ear to ear the moment he opens it, and sees your exasperated face and bouquet of flowers.

"Please let me get a photo of this," he basically begs, holding back his laughter, and you obligingly wait in his doorway for him to take the photo before he lets you inside. He shows it to you - you look a little abashed, flowers half covering your face - and you give a faint smile, spiteful determination already wearing off, fading to something warm, glad to see him.

"Wait, no that's not -" you hear George all tinny through Dream's headphones as you follow him to his office space after Dream takes the flowers from you and puts them in a jar with some water.

"I got flowers, George," Dream sounds so genuinely delighted, voice all pleased and soft, that you turn away for a moment to hide your smile, if only from him. Making him happy like this effected you so much more than you wanted to let on, only for him to go on to say, "I'm being romanced." And though there's a half-teasing edge to his words, you can feel your heartbeat quickening in your chest. Why had you come here again? Just for a joke? A joke about sleeping together?

But nothing ends up happening. Again. All the build-up with no follow through because you don't actually talk like that without the safety of the computers between you. He's still so easy to be around, to joke and talk with, you don't feel as if you've got all the flirting, all the coy suggestions you'd both made about what would happen when you met up, hanging over your heads; it was all a joke anyways, you told yourself, it was all a bit for entertainment purposes. You guys shoot the shit, and he makes you dinner, repays the favour you so kindly had done for him, and you have dinner with him and Sapnap, who, after the shock of seeing you at the door with flowers, shakes his head and points out that you'd only had their address for less than an hour before you'd showed up. But he lets it slide, and has dinner with you both.

You watch a movie with a name you're already forgetting, and Dream's only half paying attention, mostly on his phone, while yours ends up vibrating with a notification. He's trying desperately to look innocent, like he hasn't just tagged you in something.

Its the photo of you in the doorway captioned 'i'm not running to your house they said. i'm not gonna romance you they said.' so of course you had to respond with a blurry image of the TV in front of you, of the movie you're only vaguely invested in, replying with it, along with the caption 'tryna netflix and chill but honestly more invested in whatever this is u gotta step up your game buddy' and a few moments after you post it, you see him grin out of the corner of your eye, and he huffs a quiet laugh. Sapnap asks if anything's going on, and you show him your screen instead of answering, smiling, altogether too amused with yourself.

"Your poor fans," he snorts, "you're as bad as each other," and then he proceeds to pull out his own phone.

'i'm literally on the sofa next to you both while you giggle like children at twitter instead of watching the movie please stfu'

And he wears a pleased little grin of his own at the way both you and Dream crow with laughter once you see his response.

And when the movie's over, when you know you should be going, when you've nervous that you're overstaying your welcome, you can't help but hesitate. You don't want to stay... but also you kind of really want to anyways. Maybe you're just cursing that you walked here, and now it's too late to walk back, and you're gonna have to call a taxi or an Uber, or maybe it's just that you can't help but enjoy their company and you don't want to go back to your empty little apartment, but your thumb stalls over your phone for a moment before you book an Uber. It's the right call, you know, and you just hope Dream hadn't seen your hesitation, hadn't read anything into it.

"You ever wanna hang out again, grab dinner or just chill, well, you know, the seal's broken, you know where I live," he's sitting with you on the steps of the building while you wait for your ride. It's cold, but you're shoulder to shoulder, both with your knees drawn up close to yourselves, attempting to preserve heat, and he's so fucking warm.

"Same goes for you," you tell him sincerely, and he gives an appreciative hum, leaning against you as a moment of affection.

Maybe you should leave Twitter, you think, when you get home to see that once again #Y/NWasTaken is trending. Maybe you should stop feeding the fans lies when nothing's even happened beyond any sort of casual contact.

But then he's asking if you're free for lunch, because he's bored and wants company on a Tuesday afternoon. And you say yes.

But then it's a Saturday night and you have no plans and he's five minutes into a stream and you ask if you can come and lay on his floor for company because the highlights video you've been trying to edit is giving you a headache. And he says yes.

But then it keeps happening, every other week you guys seem to physically be in each other's streams or videos, and you hang out when you're not working, and your phone connects to his wifi automatically, and you fall asleep on his shoulder while he's working on some coding, trying to explain it when he's not getting lost in it. And you wake up tucked into his damn bed, only to stumble out apologetically seeing him still awake, looking at his phone with bleary eyes.

"Did you get any sleep?" You asked, voice rough but full of concern.

"No, I've been- I'm alright, I'm fine, you sleep alright?" He asks, attempting to rub the tiredness from his eyes; it doesn't work. You nod, something warm and fond overruling your concern for him as you give a genuine thanks. His laugh is rough as he tells you not to worry about it.

"Go to sleep, dude," you urge, pulling out your phone to order yourself a ride home.

"No, I'll- I'll-" he yawns loudly, "I'll see you off, don't want you to get stabbed or anything."

"I'm not going to get stabbed," you try and assure him as he's getting to his feet.

"Don't argue with me," he shoots for stern and misses, thanks to another yawn, but you keep your mouth closed anyways, obliging him.

You sit on the steps of his building together, as you always did, like tradition, but this time is more quiet than most. You're watching your ride get closer on the app, and he's leaning against you, head on your shoulder, scrolling through Twitter, though his hand goes still, and his phone screen dims, and he really needs to go to bed if he's falling asleep on you too.

"My ride's here," you say gently as it pulls up, and he makes a noise of acknowledgement as you get up, helping him to his feet. When he hugs you goodbye, it's different to usual, and you can't place exactly why until you hear his gentle, sleepy sigh; warm and full of unguarded affection, he holds you close, and you let yourself melt into this moment.

"Text me when you get home safe," his words blur together a little, and he presses a kiss to your temple, before he's pushing you softly to the Uber. He doesn't even seem aware of how he's broken the script of your goodbyes with one single moment. He waves you off with a blithe smile and you wave back, trying to figure out how to process this all, gently touching at your own temple for a moment.

Oh.

Everything changes and nothing changes after that. You were so uncertain if it was a fluke, a sleepy mistake or just platonic affection on his part, but it had lead you to a realise you couldn't come back from. Now you're nervous that all the tweets about how you and Dream are actually in love are seeing through the jokes and banter and bits to what you may have been projecting. Fuck.

But you're not gonna let it change your relationship with Dream, not until you know more, not until you know if he is just outright joking, because either way he's still your best friend.

So of course, when he Tweets a photo of Patches in his lap to promote his merch, you reply with 'never have i wanted to be a cat so badly in my life 😻😻'. It takes almost five minutes for a response.

'I saw your pokemon streams i know u own cat ears. 💵👄' and you hear his voice in your head - if you're gonna thirst tweet, you better be ready to put your money where your mouth is.

[bet. thats fucking funny as dude] you text him moments later, hunting through your drawers for the cheap ears you'd bought mostly as a joke.

You're in an Uber on the way to his apartment when your phone goes off again. Dream's tweeted again, but he wasn't the one who @'ed you.

'@Corpse_Husband ever think about doing a more gender neutral version of Cat Girls Are Ruining My Life?....... asking for no reason in particular' to which Corpse had simply responded with '@Y/N this your man??'

Everyone knows. Everyone knows. Fucking everyone can tell.

Oh this may have been a mistake.

But you play along, like always, putting on the ears and taking a selfie in the back seat of the Uber, telling Corpse that he could use that as the cover for the song. Within seconds your replies are flooded with confusion and thirst and people losing their minds.

Sapnap opens the door for you, and tells you Dream's in his room, but as you go to pass him, he grabs your wrist gently, stopping you in your tracks.

There's a pause, a hesitation. He's looking at you, analysing you for a moment, as if formulating how he's going to phrase whatever he's going to phrase -

"I wouldn't say anything," he starts, voice soft enough to ensure he wasn't overheard by Dream, which already has your nerves spiking, "but George kindly pointed out to me that you may be as dense as Clay is about this -" oh fuck, oh no, what - "you know he's in love with you too, right?"

"Too?!" Your eyes, go wide, and you immediately drop your volume, trying to limit your reaction, though it's certainly difficult. Poor Sapnap looks like he's quickly forming a headache, "you know I -? Fuck, of course you know- wait-" you mutter, freeing yourself from his grip to nervously fidget, before getting back to the part of that sentence you should have properly been focusing on.

"He what?!" You hissed. Sapnap screws his whole face up like he's bitten a lemon.

"I'm not playing match maker, you're adults," he nudges you towards Dream's bedroom, "and I say this with love of my own for both of you: you're both so fucking stupid sometimes." And so with those words of encouragement out of the way, he's absconding to his own room to avoid further questions.

The few steps to Dream's bedroom feel like a haze, feel like a lifetime.

"You really wore the ears, you're adorable, you know that?" Genuine, warm, you can hear the way he's smiling rather than see it, sunlight silhouetting him where he's sitting on his bed in this golden afternoon, this golden moment. You want to freeze this moment, this single, perfect moment before you're about to make a fool of yourself.

You step inside and close the door, leaning against it.

"You okay?" He cares. Oh God, Sapnap's right and you can hear it in his voice.

"Can we... can we talk about the stuff we don't talk about face to face?" You hear yourself say, and he shifts out of the light; you can see the concern on his face.

"We don't talk about a lot of stuff, you have to be more specific; is this like, general, like something terrible's gone on in the world, or is this, like... like us?" Brow furrowed, he's still looking at you, still watching you. Your heart is in your throat.

"Half the time we're online together we're joking about- about- about- about hooking up," you're trying to keep your nerve to get through this, looking out the window rather than at him, "and I'm so unbelievably cool if they're just jokes, dude, you're probably my best friend and I don't want to jeopardise that, so I'm kind of glad nothing has come of it yet, and we don't really talk about it... but also," you swallow hard, and he gives you your moment, "if they're not just jokes, that's also unbelievably cool."

"Oh!"

"And- and Sapnap was saying some stuff just now, mostly because he thinks we're kind of dense - and depending on how this goes he might be right about this -" you add, finally, finally looking at Dream and his hesitant, but pleasantly surprised expression, "and I think if I don't tell you now that I'm kind of in love with you I might never get the nerve to do it again."

It takes a moment for him to process all of that. Then a second, then a third, then a slow smile stretches out over his face.

"You love me?" He asks, gently. There's no reservation, there's only delight.

"I love you," you tell him, firmer this time. Pushing yourself up from the door, adding, "more than kind of; kind of a lot, if that's okay. I love you kind of a lot."

"Kind of a lot is great," he tells you. His smile keeps getting wider with each word you say, "kind of a lot is so fucking great!" And he stands, elated, crossing the room to you, to wrap you up in his arms; it's like a great weight has been lifted from your heart as you meet him for a kiss. It's enthusiastic and feels inevitable in a way that has you lighting up from the inside out with warmth -

"I love you too, kind of a lot," he grins, pulling back for a moment to clarify, "if that wasn't obvious. I thought I was being obvious, so I'm sorry that I wasn't, I don't know, more obvious? I didn't want to make you uncomfortable and push it if you'd already read what I was trying to-" he isn't mad when you interrupt him since it means your mouth on his.

Later on, the two of you attempt to cram onto the sofa to recreate his earlier photo with Patches, and the minute you post it, alongside the original image for context the likes begin to skyrocket into the hundreds of thousands.

'i apologise for ever doubting the power of manifesting what you want' you caption the images, tagging Dream in it. You're both still on the sofa, though you've moved to a far more comfortable position, and he's pulled the crocheted green blanket to cover you too. A few moments later, the replies from your friends are coming in. Corpse says this should be the song cover. Sapnap, however, tags George, and simply says that he's sorry for saying anything. No-one else gets it, not yet, though you're sure it won't be long until this whole messy situation finally gets explained, becomes public news. You like the Tweet, and Dream snorts a laugh beside you.

"We are kind of dense," you said softly, "I'm glad he said something."

"If it means I get this, I'll forgive him for being a snitch," Dream gives you a squeeze, and you give a content little sigh, pressing against him further for just a moment.

"I think I've properly had feelings for you... ever since you ran to my house in the rain," you admitted.

"Because it's romantic- wait, that's like-"

"A long time," you sighed sheepishly, "yeah; I didn't really fully realise though -"

"No, no, that's a long time, yeah, but," and he's struggling not to laugh, and doing very poorly, "I realised I might actually love you the day you showed up at my door with flowers after only having had my address for an hour."

"God we joked about it so much but we genuinely romanced each other," you mused with something both horrified and awed, right before bursting out into laughter, "oh I kind of already hate us, that's sickeningly cute, what the fuck?"

And as you wriggle awkwardly to face him on the sofa, he's regarding you with fond adoration.

"I love us, we might be the worst," he concedes.

And you hum with delighted agreement as you kiss him again.

{sequel: its a hell of a feeling though}

#dream x reader #dream imagine #cc!dream #cc!dream x reader #cc!dream imagine #mcyt x reader #shut ur pretty mouth #cyltlanp #dream #Spotify

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 3 years

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Looking for a Place to Happen

Warnings: non-consent sex and rape (series), age gap, general stupidity.

This is dark!biker!Sam Wilson x reader and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Series Synopsis: There’s lots happening in Birch and you find it all too amusing.

Sister series to Smalltown Bringdown, When the Weight Comes Down, Little Bones, and Fully Completely

Note: We’re starting Sam’s installment but this weekend I’ll probably only be catching up on my headcanons and drabbles because I’ve been a lazy bitch and I’m sorry to those who have been waiting.

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Chapter 1: I've got a job, I explore

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The sleepy town of Birch was awake.

In those last weeks, the arrival of outsiders had roused the attention of many once passive residents of the timeless territory. Those brick buildings unchanged by the tick of the clock inlaid into the old tower above the library that chimed every hour on the hour. They still stood with only chips in the mortar but the air tasted different. The frost was more bitter and the sky more grim. An omen of something no one could predict.

It was the perfect setting for a screenplay. The isolated town with its unsavoury secrets and the visitors who threatened to bring them to the surface. It was inspiring to you, to imagine what was hidden behind the stern wrinkled faces of the town elders and under the jackets of those men who wore the cut of the local club. The bikers ruled the town covertly but everyone knew that Bucky Barnes’ palm was lined with the map of Birch.

As a bystander, an unnoticed observer, just another ant in the hill, you watched from the side and amused yourself with the drama of others. It was like a soap opera or another HBO hype machine. Those things you aspired to when you could be free of this ho-hum town.

The snows added to the natural gloom of the place. The deep heaps smothered the noise and harkened back to those days of colonial settlement. Forgotten, desolate, fearful.

You ventured down in your heavy boots that stretched to your knees and pushed your chin down into your scarf. As a child, you ran and jumped in those piles, now you were out of breath just trying to walk past them.

You stopped in the bakery that doubled as the only café, a place where the owner, Babs, tried to to intimidate the last caffeinated trends. She was always a few seasons behind but you didn’t mind so much.

You ordered the salted caramel mocha and waited patiently as the quiet woman fought with the steaming machines. She was older than you but you’d work with her for one summer during high school, only five years ago. She had the eyes of a child still, but there was something worn in her. As if she’d been exposed to far too much in her three or so decades in that place. She was a harbinger of what you didn’t want to become.

You thanked her for your drink and set out once more into the billowing winds. Birch winters were never kind but this one was crueler than most. Your teeth chattered as you blew the steam away from the lid and hugged it with your mittened hands.

You stopped short as you heard the familiar ding of the diner door across the street. You recognised the mechanic who kept to herself and once growled at you in the grocery store. She stormed across the street, followed closely and quickly by a black-haired man you’d only seen once before. He was one of those outsiders who came to deal with the club men.

You sped up as you sensed chaos brewing and pulled out your phone as you balanced your paper cup in your other hand. You flicked your camera on just as you got to the front of the shop and the man grabbed the mechanic. You let out an ‘oop’ as she turned on him and you aimed the lens at the couple as they fell into the snow, the man’s shoes giving little traction to his steps.

You moved closer, stunned by the scene, and kept your cell phone rolling as you found a better angle around the snowy walks. As she choked him on the ground he elbowed her and she coughed as she rolled away. She snarled as he clamoured to his feet, slipping and sliding as he marched away.

You killed the recording and watched the man cross the street again, nearly wiping out as he did and when you looked back to the mechanic, she was gone behind the clattering door. You chuckled to yourself and tucked away your cell. It was prime footage for TikTok; with a bit of editing, it would be comedy gold.

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You stomped up the steps of your grandmother’s house, this time through the front door as you heard her chair rocking in the front room. You usually took the stairs in the back as you paid her to live on the upper floor of the duplex. You checked in with her daily, she didn’t get out much more than the occasional trip to the grocery store when you couldn’t or you dragged her out to join you for a tea at Babs’.

“You’re late,” she grumbled as you set your cup down and unzipped your coat.

“For what?” you scoffed.

“It’s after noon and you don’t even come down to say hello? A ‘good morning, nan’,” she harrumphed.

You chuckled and hung your coat before shoving your boots over on the mat. You grabbed your mocha and leaned on the doorway as you watched her crocheting in her chair, reruns of some court show playing from the boxy television.

“I was working,” you said, “sent in some stuff for review. Hopefully not much work to be done.”

“I don’t know how you make money on that interweb,” she bemoaned, “I don’t trust it.”

“Maybe you’d trust it more if you used the Netflix subscription I got you,” you crossed your arms, “then you wouldn’t have to watch trash daytime TV.”

She shrugged and muttered under her breath. She could be crotchety but you liked her sense of humour. Your aunts and uncles never came around because they just took it as spite. You were the only one who knew how to handle the jaded old lady.

“Maybe you coulda looked out the window,” you snickered, “quite a show going on in town.”

“Hmm, what’s that?” she stilled her needles and reached for her tea stained cup.

“Just a fight. You wouldn’t believe it, that lady mechanic beat the shit--”

“Language,” she huffed.

“Anyway, she had this guy in a chokehold. It was awesome.”

“What guy?” she squinted at you over her glasses.

“I dunno. Some out of towner. Remember I told you about that burly dude hanging around the library?”

“There’s more?” she sucked on her teeth, “those bikers have never been good news and now they’re bringing in more.”

“Yeah, well, what’re you gonna do?” you sniffed as you took out your phone and rewatched the scuffle with the volume down. You shook your head and opened up your TikTok.

“I don’t understand why you’re always on your dang phone,” your grandmother pestered.

“I’m not always on my phone,” you smiled at her smugly, “there are those time when I’m listening to you prattle on or you know, making you tea, oh, and cooking you dinner. What was it I did last week? Oh that’s right, I got Pippin out of the crawlspace.”

“I’m too old to be chasin’ that cat all around,” she huffed, “where is he anyway?”

“He’s your cat, I don’t know? Last time I saw him, I sent him back out the window for shredding my charger.”

“He knows you need to give it a rest,” she laughed to herself, “got your nose to that screen too much.”

“And what do you do, old lady? Crocheting doilies to put where exactly?”

She gave you that dry smile, the one that said watch it but carried a hint of humour still. You hit post and put your phone away as you waved off her irritation.

“Well, you know what, I sit all day at my computer, doing who knows what and you know what it got me?” you taunted, “a large mocha!” you sipped as you sat on the sofa and grabbed the remote, “and it’s paying my rent and putting bullet points on my resume.”

“Mhmm,” she scowled, “just remember, real life ain’t online. Those videos you’re always laughing at like hyena, that’s not reality. You forget it and it’ll come back and bit you. ‘Specially with those bikers.”

“Oh, nan, you know too well, don’t you? Didn’t you have a fling with one back in your hippie phase?”

“Two, actually,” she raised her brows, “I was young and stupid. Not like you, but still.”

“I love you too,” you chirped and sipped from your cup, flicking the station to Jerry Springer, “that’s more like it.”

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Your usual TikToks were sarcastic and dull complaints about your small town life. The response was less than pleasing but it gave you an outlet to vent. You liked to goof around and document the very specific type of weirdos that resided in Birch. But the video of the fight in the snow blew up your phone and made it difficult to ignore the buzzing as you went back up to your room to eke out the last of your captions for the ad agency.

When at last you could call your day hard-earned, you logged off and sent in your hours to the agency. Social media promotion was easy enough but the working gigs for a thousand different companies was tedious. You hoped you could build your portfolio enough to manage a single corporate page as you continued to chip away at your creative outlets.

You picked up your phone as you waited for Netflix to load on your tiny smart tv and flopped onto your bed, not two feet from your desk. You hit the icon in the upper panel of your phone and scrolled through the notifications, pausing to turn on another episode of the cable sitcom from ten years before. You snorted as you read each comment but the number under the video made your eyes round. The thing was bound to go viral.

As usual, you went down to help with supper. Pippin, the orange tabby, returned to cry at his dish and you fed him too. Your nan peered through her glasses at a crossword as she tasted the tangy pasta sauce.

“More basil,” she snipped.

“Well, I asked if you wanted to help,” you muttered, “I think it’s good.”

“Hmmp, I need milk,” she jutted her chin out, “for my after-dinner tea.”

“You couldn’t say something like three hours ago?�� you blinked.

“I could have but I didn’t,” she snickered. You rolled your eyes and she took another forkful of penne and filled in another line on her puzzle, “ah, no hurry, girlie, you know I’m patient.”

“Patient? You?” you chuckled as you took your plate and shoved it in the microwave to keep it warm. The ancient thing had a dial and the door stuck, “I’ll just go get it over with.”

“Don’t forget your mitts,” she called after you as you tramped into the front room, “it’s cold.”

You pulled on your knitted cap and matching mitts. You zipped up your parka and shoved your feet into the deep boots. You grabbed your wallet and buried it in the spacious pocket. You bounced out the front door and down the steps as the sky sent down another coat of powder for the night.

You went up White Forge Street and through the short path behind the diner that led to the main road. You glanced over at The Asp, the beacon of the dull town, and turned towards the grocer. Like anywhere in Birch, the store was outdated and stuffy. It felt like stepping into another time with the paper bags and chunky tills.

You went down the center aisle and stopped at the fridge to search through the frosted glass. Your nan only drank whole milk and the last time you carelessly grabbed skim, she whined that even Pippin wouldn’t drink it. She was particular but that was just her nature. You couldn’t say you were any less fussy in some instances.

You grabbed a jug and the door slapped closed against the worn rubber seal. You headed up the candy aisle and brushed your woolly thumb over your chin as you considered gummy bears or Reeses’ Pieces.

“Hard choice?” The deep voice jolted you.

You snatched the box of chocolate and looked over at the man in leather, his chin tucked down behind the collar as snow dusted his shoulders.

“Sure,” you said as you brushed past him.

The cut of the leather told you he was better not entertained. While you thought the men amusing, you weren’t stupid enough to engage with them. You rarely listened to your grandmother but she was wise in her own way.

You knew a girl in highschool, she was fucking around with one of the club men in her junior year, she ended up with a baby and no support. You didn’t think he was into you that way but he could hardly have innocent intentions.

“How’s the old lady?” Clayton asked as he rung in your order at the end of the belt, you moved along with the groceries and pulled out your wallet.

“The usual, you know? She’s tryna quit again. Don’t know how long it’ll last.”

“Oh yeah? I’ll keep a carton aside for her,” he kidded as you felt your phone vibing in your back pocket.

“Don’t encourage her,” you swiped your card and punched in your pin, “although I don’t know what’s worse; the smoke or her sucking on those mints all the time.”

“Oh, it’s not the bitchin’?” he laughed.

“That, too,” you scooped up the paper bag and put your wallet away, “have a good one.”

As you came to the end of the first counter, you were nearly cut off by the club member as he swept around from till two. His own purchase of a car magazine and jerky was tucked under his arm.

“Ah, sorry,” he smiled, a sparkling smile, almost charming.

“No worries,” you continued on and he followed close behind.

“Those mitts look real warm. ‘Specially in this weather,” he said as you pushed open the door.

“Uh huh,” you kept on as your boots crunched out into the snow.

“You know where I can get a pair. Leather isn’t exactly thermal, you know?”

“These? My nan made ‘em. I’m sure Clayton got some hung up back there,” you looked across the street as you stepped up onto the ledge of snow between the sidewalk and the road.

“Am I bothering you?” he asked.

You looked at him dumbly and almost laughed in his face. You glanced back across the street then down towards The Asp.

“Sorta,” you answered.

“Make you a deal. Leave ya alone for your name.”

You eyed him. He was older than you like many of the Commandos. At least a decade, likely more than that. You chewed on your hesitation and cradled the bag more firmly against your side. His eyes strayed as he tried to see through the thick layer of your coat.

“Nah, I’m not s’posed to talk to strangers,” you said and hopped off onto the road.

You heard him behind you as he struggled to follow and as you came up to the other side, he came parallel with you and kept stride with you easily.

“I know you’re young but you’re not a kid,” he intoned, “what’s the harm in a name?”

“It’s a small town,” you stopped short of the end of White Forge, “I think I know enough about you to avoid you.”

“Oh ho, is that it? Well, I’m Sam, I’m not a stranger now, am I?”

“Not interested, Sam. Sure there’s women your own age over at the bar,” you nodded behind him.

“You wanna come see? Maybe have a drink?” he gave a crooked grin.

“You don’t give up, do you?” you shook your head, put off by his forwardness.

“Well?”

“Not tonight, Sam,” you turned around and headed down White Forge.

“Then what night?” he asked but you didn’t answer and he didn’t follow.

You turned down onto your street and refused to look back in case. It would be best not to mention the run-in to your nan, she was paranoid enough as it was. Besides, you’d forget about it by the end of next week.

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