#read my fic 💃

[valeffelees]

All your ask game files look super interesting, but what can you tell us about #6?

i am doing fucking backflips rn, i am so excited someone asked about this one. stay with me for a sec, ok? because i can tell you LOTS about #6, long post below the cut.

#6, titled The Cadwallader Collection, takes place August 12th, 2018, and is told from the third person perspective of a human Baz in a non-magical world, wherein there is no Watford.

Baz is home with his family in Hampshire for the summer, and normally he spends this day alone, sleeping most of it away before going to her grave in the evening to leave her flowers. this 12th, however, there is a tentative knock at his door before breakfast. Daphne tells him a new art exhibition has opened in London and invites him to go see it with her, just the two of them. The Cadwallader Collection, she calls it. Baz knows she knows what day it is... but instead of being put off, he appreciates her effort.

and so they go to the exhibition together. the interior of the gallery is bland and white and full of large, strange paintings with thick golden frames that even he finds gaudy. Daphne has stopped to talk to the woman behind the desk for a moment, but she urges Baz to go and start looking around at the exhibits, she'll catch up with him in a moment, and they're... all right? kind of odd and creepy, he thinks. Baz wanders deeper and deeper into the strange, maze-like gallery and comes across a painting of a large, empty room. stone walls and stone floors and a high ceiling, a wide double window. a silhouette is standing against it. he reads the name of the painting: "Mummers House," outloud, because nobody else is around. then, the lights go out.

Baz tries to find Daphne but... the whole gallery is empty, everyone is gone. he makes it back to the reception area, but when he tries the main doors, they're locked, so he turns back to see if he can find an emergency exit instead, and as he does, he steps into a puddle of blue paint. there is a trail of it on the floor, like someone was dripping paint from their hands as they walked by. it splatters down the carpet, leading all the way to one of Cadwallader's oldest displays, a painting so massive it is stretched out across the floor instead of on the wall. the velvet rope that usually hangs around it to keep people a safe distance away has been unhooked on one side, and the paint leads right to it... Baz steps closer to try and read the name of the painting in the dark. "The World of Mages."

something strikes his back, then everything goes dark.

when he wakes up, he is in a hallway made of stone and dust and dirt and bone. with no other choice, he starts walking, and soon comes to a small room, the placard beside the door calls it "Le Tombeau des Enfants". inside, the walls are nothing but rows of skulls, and there is a single child-sized coffin in the centre with a small, glass vase on top of it, holding a single red rose with ten petals...

... LOL, SO—IF YOU'RE STILL WITH ME, this is actually the beginning of one of my all time favourite games, a free RPG Maker horror/puzzle adventure game called Ib (イヴ), released back in 2012!!!

that's why i don't feel shy sharing all this, because the fanfic actually follows the first few minutes of the game beat for beat until the moment Baz picks up the rose, at which point the stories diverge from each other. fun fact: including this fic, i have written three Ib crossover AUs.

here are some images i nabbed off the fandom wiki of the Guertena art gallery! 🌹

#ask game #blackberrysummerblog #i am so sorry for all this LOL #i really went off the rails with this one #i'm just so... not shy about talking about some of my plots lmfao and believe it or not: this is actually spoiler free! #idk that i'd ever post this fic though? just 'cause who tf is gonna be reading this other than me 💀 #this is hands down one of THE most self indulgent fics in my drafts #that said: thank you so kindly for asking about this one 💃

[violentdelights-violentendss]

you couldn't keep me off for long 🤺🤺

how about the same three (dazai aku and fedya) but with a reader that runs super cold ?? i love this idea for no reason because dazai would tease, akutagawa would just be funny because haha sickly victorian children, and fedya has fuckign anemia so ofc he's cold 24/7 as well. ur writing style is also delectable i would like to eat it tysm

(me when i read ur things)

OMG I LOVE THIS! (Bro thank you sm i seriously feel like my writing style is shit but I love you…and please never fend off)

to the anon requested the bsd men and cold fic it is underway, I currently have written half of it…the ones with all BSD men take longer to write 😞😞

off I go to writing this ✨✨

BSD Men With a Reader That Runs Cold

In this post: 💃 Osamu Dazai, Ryonosuke Akutagawa, Fyodor Dostoyevsky💃

Pairing: Fem!reader/BSDMen

Synopsis: BSDMen and a gf that runs cold.

Osamu Dazai

Dazai is a man that burns with joy and passion in his everyday life. Consequently, his body temperature almost always runs high. And as the saying goes, opposites attract: you’re almost always cold, and Dazai, the man of your life, seems to have fire licking his skin constantly. He eagerly appoints himself to be your personal furnace, wrapping you in his arms when you shiver, and lending you his coat without you even having to utter a word. But his gestures come with a small price. Your boyfriend always teases you, his cat-like eyes smiling fondly as you glare at him, bundled in a mountain of covers and still needing his body heat. Dazai’s favorite joke is to propose sex as a way to warm you up. No matter how much he teases, however, he will always be ready to rescue you from the freezing cold that claws at your skin, enjoying the time he gets to spend holding you close to his heart.

You walked through the streets of Yokohama, shivering like you were experiencing your own magnitude level 5 earthquake. You were bundled up in a large coat, a scarf and gloves, even a small hat adoring your adorable face, and yet, you were still shivering so hard your teeth chattered.

Your boyfriend, Dazai, was walking leisurely in front of you, wearing only his usual trench coat, seemingly unaffected by the cold that held you tightly in its claws.

“D-Dazai!” You called, feeling as if you couldn’t take another step without shattering into a myriad of tiny ice shards.

“Yes, my belladonna?”

“M’ cold…”

Dazai sauntered over to you, leaning down to peck your nose. “Such a rare occasion, isn’t it, Bella?” He cooed mockingly, caressing your lips with his thumb.

You swatted his hand away, whining. “Stop teasing. I need solutions, not problems.”

“Okay, I have a great solution.” Dazai declared, looking in your eyes very seriously. You nodded, listening, blowing some warm air on your freezing hands, which still felt on the verge or falling off, even with your gloves on. Dazai’s hands took yours in his, warming them up with his own personal heat. “We go back there, and I fuck you so good — ”

“DAZAI!” You shouted, afraid someone could hear you. You rapidly checked around the both of you, terrified that a little kid might have been lurking in a corner. Returning to look at your boyfriend, you found him doubled over, laughing.

“I’m sorry, baby. I’m sorry.” He said, a hint of laugh still dancing in his tone. “Come here,” he said, opening his trench coat. You slid inside, instantly feeling warmer. Dazai closed the coat around you, holding you tightly against him, feeling a little proud when you stopped shivering. “When we get home, l’ll make you some warm tea.” He promised, already seeing your apartment complex in the near distance.

“And then we cuddle on the couch.” You said, starting feel your ears again.

“And then we make out on the couch, yes.”

“DAZAI!”

Your joyful boyfriend started laughing, and you soon joined, your laughter intertwining into a beautiful melody, as you two walked home. Throughout the walk home, Dazai made sure you were completely covered by his coat, a perfect bundle of warmth. He promised himself he would always be there to hug you till you weren’t shivering anymore.

Ryonosuke Akutagawa

Akutagawa was a normal person, who never felt too hot or too cold. When you burst into his life, all joy and laughter, he had to get used to you, and all your wonderfully eccentric behavior. But the one thing he struggled most with, was your abnormally low body temperature. Whenever you told him you were cold, he would stare at the various layers of clothes you were wearing, as well as the winter coat you had thrown over your shoulders. Akutagawa just…couldn’t understand you. He didn’t try to be mean or anything, his mind just couldn’t make sense of it. Akutagawa soon realized that his body heat helped the perennial cold that seemingly nestled, like a frozen rose, in your heart. Whenever you would be shivering at night, Akutagawa would tentatively wrap you in his arms, and warm you with his body heat. He would crank the heat up in your apartment, despite your protests about the price (he had enough money to spend). Soon, you feeling cold became another quirky aspect of your relationship, and also gave Akutagawa the opportunity to always keep you in his arms without explicitly voicing his desire to do so, which suited your touch-starved boyfriend perfectly fine.

You were at the Port Mafia’s annual Christmas Party: an event that lasted all night long, in one of the many ballrooms owned by the criminal organization. The floors were made of polished wood, and the ceilings were decorated with wonderful paintings, and delicate flowers engraved in the dark wooden beams that supported the high ceilings. The moonlight filtered in through the mosaic windows, coloring the partygoers in different shades.

You were sitting at a table, a glass of glittering champagne in your hand. You were wearing a black slip dress Akutagawa had gifted you. It adorned your body perfectly, a slit exposing your right leg. You looked gorgeous, and Akutagawa stared at you for a good 5 minutes without being able to say anything when you had come out of the bathroom, finding you the epitome of beauty.

The night had been fun: you had successfully dragged Akutagawa to waltz with you, holding you close. You could feel Akutagawa’s heart beat against your chest, a small smile twinkling on his lips. The moment had abruptly ended when Mori had called Akutagawa to raise a toast to the Port Mafia with the rest of the high executives.

You, being a low-level Port Mafia member, had given him a kiss to send him off, and had gone back to sit at your designated table. All the dancing had made you sweat, and now the droplets were cooling on your skin, making you already colder than you always were. You had decided to sip on your champagne to warm yourself up, but your exposed arms were not helping. You had started shivering, setting the flute back down on the table, and wrapping your arms around yourself to try and create a little heat.

“Are you feeling cold, (Y/N)?” Akutagawa asked, dragging a chair to join you. You nodded, sheepishly. Akutagawa glanced at you for a few seconds, his eyes zeroing on your shivering shoulders. He exhaled, not believing he was about to do this.

Slowly, Akutagawa removed his coat, an item of clothing that was seemingly fused to his body: he rarely took it off, and only in the comfort of your home, where he knew the both of you were safe from any danger.

You watched him in utter disbelief as he draped it around your shoulders: it was the greatest act of trust Akutagawa could ever commit towards you.

Seemingly not having moved you to tears enough, he scooted closer with his chair, wrapping you in his arms and holding you tightly against him, trying to transfer some body heat.

Akutagawa was known for not liking any form of PDA. You knew. He knew. The whole Port Mafia knew, which explained the shocked glance Chuuya threw your way.

But honestly, you didn’t care, and nuzzled your face in Akutagawa’s chest, glimmering tears sliding down your cheeks and ruining your makeup: Akutagawa always found proclaiming his love to you to be extremely difficult, but clumsily, through his actions, he always found a way to tell you how much you meant to him.

Your boyfriend felt your shoulders shake, and mistook you to be still freezing. He held you even closer, until he noticed the wetness on his chest, harshly pulling you away from him to check on you. “(Y/N)? What’s wrong?” His panicked tone made you laugh through the tears.

“You’re just perfect, you know.” You whispered, bringing his hands to your mouth, leaving a red lipstick mark on his knuckles. “I couldn’t have gotten luckier.”

Now it was Akutagawa’s turn to feel his heart melt, his eyes suddenly watering. He coughed, looking away, trying to maintain his cold persona.

“Akutagawa, it’s our song!” You squealed, suddenly hearing the melody play. “Let’s go dance!” You excitedly grabbed his hand, almost dragging him to the middle of the dance floor, his coat still around your shoulders.

Akutagawa almost protested, but the smile that was engraved in your eyes the minute you started swaying in his arms was a force too strong for him to resist. You two ended the night in each others arms, singing the song’s romantic lyrics to one another, the mosaic windows coloring each part of your faces with a different color.

Fyodor Dostoevsky

Listen, Fyodor is anemic, he’s always cold. Russia’s harsh winters must have infected his body, because this evil mastermind is always shivering. And when the two of you got together, and you told him you were a person that generally ran cold, Fyodor smiled, saying he was the same. The two of you share the same struggles on a daily basis, and try to rely on one another for warmth, but with little to no results. The heat in your apartment is always cranked so high that Nikolai directly comes in shorts whenever has to come over. Whenever you two sleep, you have at least 5 covers and huddle in each other’s arms. Whenever you whine that you’re cold, Fyodor does hug you, but you both know it won’t be enough, so he throws a cover on both of you, and only then can you two start to warm up. A warm tea, or a warm milk, are mandatory every night, and you have a multitude of hot water bottles stashed in the kitchen. You use one almost every night. Still, even if Fyodor knows that hugging you won’t change much, he secretly adores sleeping with you in his arms, because the love that you so clearly feel for him is enough to warms his heart.

“Fyodor, I’m still cold,” you whimpered, trying to huddle in his arms. The two of you had been cuddling in bed for thirty minutes, bundled underneath an avalanche of covers and duvets, each of you holding a warm water bottle. Fyodor was feeling…okay. Not warm, exactly but not as freezing as you were. You must have been tired: you usually felt colder when you were tired. Fyodor tried his best to rub his arms against yours, but to no avail.

“I can tell, myshka…you’re shivering,” he cooed, trying to tuck the covers around you. But nothing seemed to be working that night. Fyodor leaned back, trying to figure something out, his already fast mind moving at inhumane speed. “What if I draw us a warm bath?” He asked, caressing your cheek with the back of his hand.

Your eyes shot open, a glimmer of hope in your smile. “Yes…please,” you scooted out of his embrace, watching as your boyfriend braved the cold, sliding out of the sheets. You instantly felt colder, now that he was gone. You hugged his hot water battle as well, watching as his tall form slid inside the bathroom. You heard the water running. The harsh sound of water on marble soon changing to water sloshing on water.

You waited impatiently, jumping out of the bed when you heard his sweet voice calling you. You ran to the bathroom, trying to avoid the cold’s claws that reached for you. You almost threw yourself in the bathroom, closing the door behind you to not let the heat from the heater make its escape.

Fyodor looked at you lovingly, helping you slide your clothes off. You didn’t wait for Fyodor, almost throwing yourself inside the large bathtub. You instantly felt the cold hidden in your limbs wither and die, finally feeling at peace. The water sloshed around you as Fyodor joined you in the tub, his pale skin almost taking a pearl-like shade in the dim lights.

You happily swam towards him, falling into his arms. Fyodor welcomed you with a small smile, glad to see your cheeks flushed with heat for once. “We should do this more often,” you thought out loud, playing with your boyfriend’s hands.

“Noted, milaya.” He purred, feeling a drowsy sense of relaxation spreading throughout his body. “This sure is peaceful,” he murmured, sinking further in the bathtub, eyeing your naked body underneath the trembling surface of the water.

“Stop,” you laughed, noticing his gaze, swimming away from him and flicking some water in his face with your foot. Fyodor moved uncharacteristically face, grabbing your ankle and tugging you toward him, and pressing a kiss to your soft skin. You giggled shyly, hiding underneath the water.

Fyodor dunked his head underneath the water, meeting your eyes. You smiled at him, and he wrapped his arms around your waist, dragging you against him. He pulled both of you out of the water, watching as it cascade down both of your bodies. You laughed merrily; Fyodor laid his head on your chest, closing his eyes and humming quietly. You caressed his head, diving back in the water when you felt a sudden chill caress your spine.

You kissed Fyodor lazily, watching with half-lidded eyes as he opened the tap to let more scalding water fill the tub around you.

You two cuddled in the warm water for hours, sometimes kissing, sometimes just laying in each others arms.

You were falling in and out of consciousness, and barely noticed Fyodor lifting you out of the now lukewarm water, drying you and slipping your pjs on you. He then carried you to bed, tucking the both of you in, carefully. You snuggled against his chest, and peacefully fell asleep, finally warm, Fyodor’s hand held tightly in yours.

#bsd x reader #bsd #bungou stray dogs #dazai x reader #fyodor x reader #akutagawa x reader #dazai osamu #bungou stray dogs dazai #bsd dazai #dazai x you #dazai x y/n #akutagawa ryonosuke #bsd akutagawa #bungo stray dogs akutagawa #akutagawa x you #akutagawa x y/n #fyodor dostoyevsky bsd #bsd fyodor #fyodor dostoevsky #bungou stray dogs fyodor #fyodor x you #fyodor x y/n #bsd x you #bsd x y/n #bsd imagines #bsd headcanons #bungo stray dogs x reader

[catboygretzky]

Exyblr Dashboard Simulator based on what I personally see on sportsblr:

9/?

🙊 princesskevinday

RED ALERT 🚨 ⚠️ 📢 I'M GAY AND ITS KEVIN DAYS FAULT for anyone asking

💃fox-me-up follow

No one is asking and everyone already knows

🙊 princesskevinday

'm not saying I would. Chew her nipples off but like

💃fox-me-up follow

Babe you are totally saying that

🙊 princesskevinday

HAVE YOU SEEN HER NIPPLES

💃fox-me-up follow

*Pats your back* ok honey i believe you

#the things you say about kevin day never cease to amaze me

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👸🏻 kevindazed follow

trying to watch this psu game but all I can think is "GAG AND CHOKE ME WITH YOUR BANDANA NEIL" so im getting distracted

🧜‍♀️ sapphicexy

why would u make me read this

#babe 😭 and you put it in the lb WHY #psu lb

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🦚 dilf-wymack

DAVID 👏 WYMACK 👏 IS 👏 MY 👏 DADDY 👏

👁 jean-mor-uhoh

- kevin day to the press right before he announced he's never been skiing

🦚 dilf-wymack

😭

#let me be horny FOR ONCE

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🫡 exyisntreal follow

UM JUST HEARD JEAN MOREAU DO PRESS FOR THE FIRST TIME? AND HIS,,,,ACCENT 😳

🙈 ittybittyminny follow

you've known he was french for 3 years bud

🫡 exyisntreal follow

🙈 ittybittyminny follow

For a frenchman????? 🤢

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🐦‍🔥 kevinknox follow

reasons u should stan aaron minyard:

small

killed a dude

do you need another reason?

🐋 sexyexy

fr like!!!!!

1)

2) don't have a meme about killing someone but i'm sure u can figure it out

🐦‍🔥 kevinknox follow

Only meme I have about killing that would fit the situation, does this work for you

🐋 sexyexy

Perfect

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✍️ exy-fic-rec

so i shall not touch by sternlyshewatches

Fandom: Exy RPF

Pairing: Kevin Day/Jeremy Knox

Rating: E

Tags: Friends to Lovers, Mutual Pining, Angst, Hurt/Comfort

Word count: 67k

Summary: There are two things Kevin has always known: one, his hands will never be clean. Two, Jeremy is made of gold.

He will not tarnish such brilliance with his dirty hands.

#kevin day #jeremy knox #jkkd #kdjk #0211 #psu #usc #usc trojans #palmetto #psu foxes #explicit #exy rpf #fic rec

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#all for the game #the sunshine court #tsc #aftg #kevin day #aaron minyard #neil josten #jean moreau #jeremy #jeremy knox #exyblr

[dunkinbublin]

hi again, im the anon the requested you to draw that scene from @/myyla-x's fic

they're my favorite fanfic writer and i think they deserve more fanart so here i am 💃

so can you draw your favorite scene they've ever written?? from any fic lol

AHHH im blanking super hard rn but im thinking of the scene from one of their more recent fic waiting (cus thats the one i last read ooop)

lil tails just waiting there. for his person to come home. hes so puppy coded

(@myyla-x more fanart for u. i appreciate the good work)

#sth #sonic the hedgehog #miles tails prower #tails the fox #ask #dunkinreqs #AHHH u got a super fan myyla lmao #its okay tho cus ur fics deserve it #i got ur requests cooking i cant wait to get to those when i can manage some more high effort stuff #dunkinsart

[choccy-milky]

You don’t have to reply to this, but I just wanted to apologize for the previous ask!! I didn’t mean to slander Sebastian, or to better word it, your own Sebastian that you created (not sure if I’m wording this right lol) in your art/fan fiction. I didn’t mean to imply he was just an overall violent or rude character; I was just trying to poke fun at the run-ins he’s had with Leander & Lawley in your own little oc world. I know those encounters in your writing had plenty of backstory and reasoning behind them, and you didn’t just write him to be someone who outlashes at others unreasonably. I should have expressed myself properly and not just assumed you would automatically read my intention from such little words. It was definitely careless of me since, as someone who’s been admiring your work for a while, I know you’ve had issues here and there with people bashing your work and not understanding the complexity of your story, and my small comment where I said ‘cough violent cough’ definitely could have been thrown into those critiques without me further explaining myself in the previous ask. I’m not sure if I’m being a bit overdramatic by sending you this long apology, but I genuinely felt bad seeing how my joke didn’t land and possibly made you upset. Again, I really appreciate all you do for the fandom, and I’m sorry!

AW I FEEL BAD LMAO, U DIDNT HAVE TO APOLOGIZE💖😭😭it didnt make me upset!! but i am happy for the clarification and that you dont actually think my seb is just super violent for no reason BAHAHA cuz like you said, i guess i got a bit defensive of him cuz of some ppls interpretations of him lately(mainly cuz of the relic). but AGAIN U DIDNT HAVE TO APOLOGIZE! IM GLAD U LIKE MY SEB AND MY FIC AND MY ART, TYY!😭 i guess we're both just overdramatic girlies huh💃💃

jk i changed my mind🤬🤬 seb unleash the violence and protect clora from this anon 🤬🤺🤺 (lmao no but THANK YOU!!)

#ask #i still feel bad that my response made u feel bad BUT WRITING THAT BIG APOLOGY AND EXPLANATION WAS VERY SWEET OF YOU #THANK YOU😭

[williaml0ver]

—♡ Confessions to make: a Kevin Ayuso Valentine's Day Special ☆ <3

[💌] word count: 2723

[💌] warnings: male reader, a little sad/angsty? but ends up very fluffy trust me, my first ever proof read work where is my five minute long standing ovation

[💌] this is my first ever regular fic instead headcanons and my first time writing for a male reader AND my longest work up to date and i am so excited to finally share it!!!! My apologies if there are grammatical errors, english is not my first language. Happy valentines' day guys 💃

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You're down bad.

Quickly following your entry to the infamous Manor you had a strong feeling in your guts that your life's about to change for good. I mean, who's life wouldn't change after residing in a big mansion after being invited to live there by some sketchy letter? Who's life wouldn't change after having to play a dangerous game of survival along several other odd, strange people? All that, yet never in your life would you think that those terrifying things would be the least of your worries - as the centre of your worries, fears and delusions was now a peculiar cowboy.

Kevin Ayuso.

That man is about to cause a great commotion in your life.

Opposites attract, they say. You two were absolute opposites. The north pole and the south pole. Two sides of the coin. He was tall, overly brave, outspoken, and, most of all, flirty. Very independent, however clingy. Meanwhile, you were the timid kind. A rather silent person. Looks like destiny was being very cruel towards you - making you much fond of the handsome, lively man. Of course, your instincts quickly came to a conclusion to bottle up your feelings, shove them inside you, thinking it's just a small, temporary attraction.

The plan was simple, right? To gush secretly over "your" Kevin for some time, until later the affection is gone with the wind. But easier said than done. He was absolutely everywhere both in reality and as a metaphore. Him being continuously in your mind, your dreams, but he wall all over the Manor in the real world as well. You just can't bring yourself to not notice him. Sure, because of his cheesy flirting nature he was often made fun of, but still, he is very respected by everyone. Everyone trusts him a lot during the matches, you could always depend on him. You weren't unpopular around other survivors, in fact, a lot of them appreciated you - you'd always listen to their rants and stories - on top of that, you also felt somehow confident in kiting during your games. It wasn't a rare sight to see the hunters simply giving up after chasing you for so long. Your company was very appreciated. You never expected anything in return, you just desired to make others feel better. Little did you know, all those people that you'd spend hours listening to them venting to you, would play a huge role in helping you overcome your biggest fear and dream. You confessing to the Kevin.

You believed you were extremely discreet about all that. It would be so embarrassing if anyone found out! You couldn't be more wrong... when one of the survivors asked you about him post match, you felt like combusting.

At first, you felt shocked. What?! You thought your not so little anymore crush wasn't noticeable. You never confronted any of your new friends about it. You barely even talk about yourself! How would they even know? ...what you did not consider is that they could easily tell how different you acted near him - the gentle blush on your cheeks, shaking legs, your voice more silent than usual. Now when you think of it, it is very true. You always admired him from afar, how he's so much taller than you. You secretly wished for a hunter to start chasing you, just so Kevin would come to the rescue. Whenever he'd carry you to safety, you felt like literally ascending. It was not rare for you to mess up a cipher because your eyes were on him. It truly was THAT obvious.

THAT obvious, but he himself never noticed the pair of eyes on him. Of course, he was busy with trying to flirt with the ladies. You knew that. One of the reasons why you never even considered confessing is obviously because of his ladies man nature. You just didn't stand a chance against all those pretty girls, it did make you feel insecure. All those roses he gave them, the random pick up lines, you didn't know if they made you feel more sad or envious. Despite that, Kevin indeed had nothing against you. He recognizes you as a good kiter, and has heard that you're a great listener to the point that several survivors confide in you. You weren't ignored, on the contrary, you two would actually do some small talk here and there. But that was it. He thought of you just as a normal person. Of course he did. You weren't that special. You knew that if you don't be the one to make the first step nothing really will happen, yet you are firmly unsure. Sure - if you gained some courage eventually the lingering thoughts terrorizing your brain would end - but would you be able to bear the possible feeling of rejection? You felt actually miserable because of this tough decision.

After much consideration, you decided to begin your plan starting with small moves. When Kevin's done with his match you quickly come to him, asking if everything is in order, then, you'd take your time patching up his bruises and wounds. The realization of being close to him felt amazing, and on top of that it made the cowboy be grateful a lot, resulting in him dashing as fast as he can when you get chaired in future matches. Those post match visits became very frequent. Other than that you also stared a lot. A LOT. You go to the nearest corner and just glare coldly at him. You're just so nervous about it all. You don't necessarily realize that slowly your crush becomes even more obvious, just when everyone thought this was impossible. They knew you are trying but just couldn't bring yourself to make a confident move, therefore, they decided help their friend. After all, you've done so much to make people in the manor feel cared for, understood and comforted - it was only fair to help you back in return.

The next day, you wake up to one of the butlers knocking on your door. Once opened, he explains that you're expected to go to the dining room part of the manor. You felt puzzled. Yes, you often were asked by others to support them mentally, but this time it was something diffrent. The butler didn't say anything else. You felt overly curious, maybe a little stressed as well. Finally, you get dressed and leave the dorm, braced for whatever is to come. To your surprise, the group who demanded your arrival was quite large. You see Emil, Ada, Emma, William, Memory and Lily nibbling their meals. If you felt puzzled when the buttler came to you, now you feel like you were a chicken and a truck was about to ran you over. Did they ALL need help from you? Couldn't they ask Ada? And what even is Ada doing here? She wants to vent too? With Emil? Did she bring him for emotional support? You decided to break the silence and ask what exactly is going on. You expect something actually reasonable, but once the answer lands you feel like not ran over by one truck, but by three.

They all came together to help you confess to Kevin.

You felt stunned. Yes, that is indeed a kind gesture! But just the thought of confessing made your temperature rise up. How were you supposed to do that? You felt like burning up and they knew. Through the whole conversation you acted absolutely paranoid, looking everywhere just to make sure HE isn't here. You spoke as silently as you could. It felt awkward here near everyone. The point of the meeting was to come up with a proper solution on how you should admit your love to the cowboy, a conversation in which you didn't take much part in. While you were staring at the ceiling, calculating who would survive if the chandelier randomly fell, they were in the middle of a huge brainstorm. Hmmm... there is just so much options, but which one would be the most suitable? Flowers, a necklace, words of affirmation and a cute place! ... I'm sure Kevin would appreciate something small - says Emma. BORINGGGGGGG - William would reply - a honest confession while being chaired would be the best! The dining room was now full of chaos. Was anyone even listening to each other? Truth is, you've already came up with your own idea. And who were you to not trust your intuition?

You've suddenly stood up from the chair and explained your motives. It was very kind from other residents that they wanted to help you so much, however you came to a conclusion that despite good intentions they won't help much. You stated that you'll do it on your own. Everyone was shocked, silence filled the room until loud cheering could suddenly be heard. Those people really hyped you up because you felt like you can actually do it. The only favour you asked for is for someone to notify Kevin that his presence is expected and Emma to give you a simple flower and leave the garden area of the manor just for you. You wanted to do it today because you knew that you won't be able to sleep at night with those endless thoughts filling your brain.

And so, the times was slowly coming. It was already getting a little dark. You were currently sitting on your bed, feeling like exploding. Your stomach hurt a lot. You had your elegant clothes on, and a small rose from Emma in your palm. Now or never. You took a deep breath and started approaching the garden area. You've quickly noticed the familiar silhouettes staring at you proudly.

"Go go go go go!!!" the Cheerleader yelled.

"If he's a dick towards you I WON'T hesitate to throw hands!!" the Forward said out loud.

You've entered the garden and sat on one of the benches, awaiting your special guest. You'd lie if you'd say you weren't stressed like crazy. You've found yourself in a big turmoil of emotions - you feel excited, anxious, bold and shy at the same time. Will he feel the same? To be honest, you don't feel like that. He just doesn't seem like the type to be into guys, and if he was, he'd probably only have a thing for the adventurous ones. Minutes passed and your self doubt became even stronger, you felt absolutely terrible. Your heart was beating faster than ever from the fear. You felt like on the edge of a meltdown. You decided that this is too much, while you appreciated everyone's will to help, but deep inside you're feeling like it's just a waste of time, none of this is going to work out! With tears slowly forming in your eyes, you head back to the exit, but... before touching the handle, the doors were opened by someone from the other side.

Of course by no one other than Kevin.

When the cowboy was told that someone is waiting for him, he immediately went there, curious about why is he suddenly so needed by someone. You stare awkwardly at him thinking it's all over, you felt humiliated. Kevin didn't exactly pick up on what's happening at first. He thought that since you often helped patch him up maybe you've grew closer to him and vent a little to him. You support others so much and now you are the one in need. If it was someone else Kevin would probably act like nothing is happening to not embarrass the person, but when it came to you, he felt sorry for you. He ordered you to sit on the bench you were previously sitting on. You sat on the left part making yourself as small as possible, meanwhile he sat on the other side, but despite that he is now basically occupying more than a half of it. You always loved how straightforward he was. How kind he was towards people in need how... how... hold on, he is asking something! Just like always, the handsome man made you forget about your worries, and well, the other things too.

Now you knew that this moment is the actual now or never. This conversation can change your life. While avoiding his gaze you stare at the window and suddenly see... Lily and William?! Those people really want to help. You decided that, not to waste their effort, you will say the truth. Once again, now or never. To be or to not be. You turn to Kevin and give him the rose, raising your trembling hand and then, you explain it all: how you perceived him during your early days in the manor, how you developed a crush on him, how visible it became to others, how ashamed and anxious you felt, what you think of him now. All of it. You don't think anyone in this manor has ever seen you this honest, you were shocked a little, too. And Kevin? He felt shocked, but not in a bad way. All those small conversations and patching up sessions were out of your love for him? How did he never notice? Now it was his turn to feel ashamed. Was he the one to make you feel so many bad emotions? He was desperately trying to flirt with women without much in return, but turns out his true love was around him all the time, without him suspicing anything.

You were prepared for the worst, at least God will know you tried, and you did not want to dissapoint the pair of four eyes gazing at the both of you. If anything bad happens, they will blackmail you for the rest of your life! But you didn't care. You did try to stay calm, albeit all of this was just too much. You muttered a silent sorry and started crying again. But Kevin was having NONE of this. He put you on his lap, wiped your tears and placed the rose in your hair. You felt flabbergasted, the man you had so many feeling for you likes you back. Nothing else mattered. You hugged him and you both started talking. Neither of you were aware, but more than two hours managed to pass and it was already pitch dark and on top of that cold. The cowboy noticed you yawning to the point the coldness didn't even bother you, yet he still took of his cowboy jacket and hat, quickly putting them on your body and head. You both stayed silent for the next ten minutes, with you just hiding from the world in his embrace. He was like a human heater.

Kevin asked you something, though he did not receive any response. Little did he know that you actually were pretending. He decided to leave the cold outside and go back to the manor - he picked you up bridal style and started walking towards his dorm. On his way he encountered many other manor residents, sure, some of them indeed were night owls, but did really so many people have trouble falling asleep on the same night? He heard Naib cheekily whistling at the sight of the two of you. He started grinning at the sight of Eli, his owl, Ada, Emil, Emma, William and Lilly smilling and silently cheering - something was up, he just didn't know what... were they celebrating that you've found your significant other, or are they just happy Kevin won't be bothering anyone anytime soon?

You eventually found yourself in Kevin's room, you were gently tucked in, and Jesus, you're surprised how you managed to keep a poker face through all of this. His large bed is comfortable and smells... like him. Finally, Kevin laid next to you and started hugging you. To be frank, you were REALLY tired at the moment, this time for real. You discreetly opened your eyes, which ultimately didn't work out, as he was staring at you and smiling. You gave him a quick kiss on his lips and hid your face in his chest. The last moment you remember before falling asleep was him muttering you a gentle goodnight and the soft feeling of your knuckles being kissed.

You sure were thankful to your friends. Now HE was down bad for you, too.

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I'm proud of this work, yet that's my first ever proper fic so i am a little unsure of how it ended up. If anyone has some tips i would like to hear them 😭 I love my silly boy Kevin dhdjskdjsjs. Once again, happy valentines' day to you all!! Together or alone it's a great opportunity to take care of yourself.

#identity v #idv #idv x reader #identity v x reader #kevin ayuso #idv kevin #kevin ayuso x reader #idv cowboy #idv kevin ayuso x reader #posting this at 1am #and streaming bjork #how are you guys doing

[lenaboskow]

back at it again with the emoji game as i have the next two days off and nothing to do but stress about this week's episode... so distract me by forcing me to write! in return, i'll post a couple sentences from the wip

i'm not including the burn the loft or the presumed dead fic this week because both have their first chapters being published tomorrow night (today? just realized it's past midnight...) on the us east coast. i want to say they'll be updated once a week, but life gets in the way sometimes so if i ever don't publish them one week they'll be added back to the list for the game

however... i have added several wips since we last did this... so... (several are close to being done, but i won't say which)

anyways, here's the wip list, send your asks and i'll start answering them... well i guess later today ☃️-- 5+1 five times people assumed buddie was a couple while out with chris before they got together, and one after they got together

👓-- another 5+1 five times eddie can't keep eye contact with buck, and the one time he can't look away

⁉️-- affectionately called the pick me fic, eddie realizing (read: incorrectly assuming) that buck isn't interested in him not because he's straight, but just because he isn't interested

📝-- hr thinks buddie is hiding their relationship… (i know of two fics with this premise, but i have… ideas… that i haven't seen anyone do yet)

💃-- eddie seduces buck on the dance floor

💭-- soulmate au where there's multiple different kinds of bonds, the rarest being telepathy. some soulmates have multiple bonds, like buck and eddie (telepathy and... something else :) ). people have two soul mates, one platonic, and one romantic. eddie thought shannon was his romantic, so he assumes buck is his platonic. buck hasn't met either soulmate, so he agrees with eddie. obviously they're wrong

⛪️-- marriage of convenience fic where buck goes on a search about custody laws after the shooting so he can be prepared if it comes to it, and realizes the will isn't enough sometimes. eddie, being eddie, suggests marriage of convenience so buck can do step-parent adoption (i came to this one after going down my own rabbit hole about custody laws for the presumed dead fic)

#911 #911 on abc #911 abc #eddie diaz #evan buckley #evan buck buckley #buddie #buck x eddie #buck and eddie #911 spoilers #emoji game #send me asks #make me write #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #fanfic

[emiliaexists]

Ladies and gentlemen I've actually finished a fic. Absolutely unheard of 👏💃

The final chapter, Chapter 3 of my tlou hideduo au "Long Long Time" is out right now :D

you can read it right here on ao3

#hideduo #fitpac #hideduo fanfic #mcyt fanfic #qsmp fanfiction #qsmp fanfic

[jrooc]

Weekly Tag Wednesday - ON A WEDNESDAY! Oh yeah! 💃

Thanks @heymacy for the questions and @michellemisfit @mybrainismelted @creepkinginc @sgtmickeyslaughter and @deedala for the tags!

Name: Jess

Zodiac: ♎️

Fuzzy socks or fuzzy blanket: Blanket!

Do you enjoy winter? No. Do I like an excuse to curl up under a blanket with my cat and a fic? Yes. So it's not all terrible.

What’s your comfort book or movie? Gilmore Girls or Gallavich FanFic (Ian Gallagher and All His Mistakes currently)

What’s your favourite way to wind down after a long day? I'm with @michellemisfit here - A hot bath and a good fic. Adding a glass of red wine with that. I'd also just do the wine and a fic.

Tell me something you like about yourself: I'm loyal and very honest (which backfires on occasion)

Favourite Artist: I don't know! Right now? @artofobsession lol I feel like you didn't mean fanart but fuck it here we are.

How do you practice self care? A bath and the occasional face mask? I go for walks by the river and occasionally go out for a nice dinner with a friend.

A book you want to read this year: Supposed to be reading Bright Young Women for my book club this year lol. Also want to read Tomorrow, Tomorrow Tomorrow and The Whispers. I predict I will just continue to read fan fiction though and I'm fine with it.

What’s a song that makes you feel joyful? I'm weird but angsty indie music brings me joy. Right now this one:

What advice would you give your younger self? Oh god so much. You love being single.. enjoy it more. And stop trying to find emotional fulfilment through sex. It's not working. (Too deep? Sorry)

And finally, you’re given a plane ticket to anywhere in the world, no strings attached. where are you going? Africa, Japan, Russia. Maybe just a tour to visit fic club members and bring @mybrainismelted with me.

Tagging @transmickey @meagaboooo @samantitheos @bawlbrayker @such-a-barbarian @i-think-you-mean-reduction @ifallonblackdays @redwiccanrobin @mmmichyyy @darlingian @juliakayyy @ohkate @callivich @too-schoolforcool @stocious @skylerwinchester @grumble-fish @ian-galagher @rayrayor

#weekly tag wednesday #tag game #tag you're it #Spotify

[michellemisfit]

Weekly Tag Wednesday - ON A WEDNESDAY! Oh yeah! Check me out! 💃

Thanks @heymacy for making it and tagging me. 10/10!! Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise hehe

Tagged by @mickeysgaymom

Name: Michelle

Zodiac: 🐡

Fuzzy socks or fuzzy blanket: Socks always! Though right now socks, blanket, and a hot water bottle!!! 🥶

Do you enjoy winter? I don’t dislike it, and I enjoy hot drinks, soup, decorative lights, snow, reindeer… y’know, winter vibes ❄️

What’s your comfort book or movie? I guess Still Crazy, because it’s Ruth’s favourite movie, and if I put it on she will guaranteed watch it with me, and ultimately Ruth is my emotional support animal, always.

What’s your favourite way to wind down after a long day? A hot bath at the end of a hard work day is AMAZING. Bath bomb for the colours, smells, glitter, and overall vibes. And some good fic. Mmmm, bliss.

Tell me something you like about yourself: I will always try to do better.

Favourite Artist: I’m not great with art, but I have an original painting by Lupen Crook, and it makes me happy

How do you practice self care? I honestly don’t, and it’s bad. I have no self preservation what so ever and I am constantly disappointed in everything I do, cause it’s just not good enough, so I push myself past what is reasonable. I’m aware of this, but I don’t know how to fix it. I have a tattoo to remind me about being kind, to others and myself. I try to use it. Occasionally it works.

A book you want to read this year: any one of these. Urgh.

Shelf full of unread books. Fucking fanfic man.

What’s a song that makes you feel joyful?

What advice would you give your younger self? Don’t date that guy. He’ll screw you up for life.

And finally, you’re given a plane ticket to anywhere in the world, no strings attached. where are you going? New Zealand. I’m going bungee jumping, bitches!

I would like to tag @deedala @deathclassic @suzy-queued @creepkinginc @crestfallercanyon @too-schoolforcool @darlingian @iandarling @ian-galagher @gallawitchxx @heymrspatel @lupeloto @gembu-tortuesouscafeine @energievie @rutherinahobbit @rereadanon @redshirt2 @the-rat-wins @tsuga-of-mars @thisdivorce @too-schoolforcool @palepinkgoat t @faejilly @junemermaid @juliakayyy @jrooc @crossmydna @captainjowl @vintagelacerosette @notherenewjersey @mikhailoisbaby @poemsfromthealley

#weekly tag wednesday #tag games #Mys stuff #tag you’re it #Spotify

[ardate]

Tagged by my beloved friend @colonelgarfield ♥

Last song: Death Machine - Underground

Favorite color: I like purple and green :]

Last movie/show: Les Enfants Terribles (1950)

Next on my watchlist: The Passion Of Joan of Arc (1928)

Last game: Inscryption

Last book: Les Croix de Bois

Sweet/savory/spicy: savory

Relationship status: Single yipee 💃

Last thing I searched online: Annecy Festival

Current obsession: Hmm no huge obsession these days but i'd say Rayman

Greatest flaw: I suck really bad at setting boundaries with my own time

Fic I’m currently reading: None

Tagging: @birbwell @infamouslydorky @claraknight @cherryberg @cruisingheightswithdragons @19orionis @fancyhats-and-fennelsbuds

#tag games #tagged #about me #ty for the tag goose my beloved friend goose

[alexenglish]

you mentioned commenting on everything you read, and as someone who would like to start commenting more, do you have any tips? i feel like i never know what to write

oh hell yeah, big kudos to you friend for wanting to commit! here's some stuff that really helps me:

give yourself a rule! my rule personal rule is if i leave kudos on a fic, i have to comment as well. this took awhile to really work, because it felt like a lot of work at first, but now it works so well that even if i accidentally leave kudos on a fic that didn't particularly resonate,, i still leave a comment. maybe you can start small: leave a comment on all fics written by people you have on your dash/timeline/are subbed to, leave a comment on all fics you read during the day or before bed. start small, build a habit!

in the same vein: start small! don't give yourself a standard for comments! you do NOT have to comment with an essay, or even anything particularly impactful. literally just a leave a comment, any comment! i personally don't leave emoji comments because i have a formula (see below), but i do think it's SUPER cute to receive them because i get to respond with emojis and it's like you're dancing with someone across the room after making eye contact: 💃🪩✨

my own formula for low effort comments is: basic kind of compliment (this is lovely, this really resonated, this is beautiful, i really loved this) + thank you for sharing/writing (some other form of gratitude) or impact on me (so happy i found this, i'll be thinking about this)

you can then customize that (⬆️) formula with other things to make the comment longer! + something specific to the fic (i enjoyed the dynamics, a specific character, the way a scene was handled) + add one quote (or some, or many, mileage will vary)

a lot of times if i'm sleepy and on mobile my comments will literally just look like this : "wow this was so good! i loved the way you handled xyz, thank you so much for sharing this!!!!" and i leave comments like that a lot! am i self conscious about how repetitive i am? NO. i mean them! i don't comment on fics i don't like !! (see tip one)

as an aside, smut fic are sometimes harder to customize comment for depending on like length and theme, but some of the most deserving because explicit fic can get banger hit/kudo/bookmarks and then the comment ratio is absolute ASS so usually i make a point to be like this was sexy, hot, mindblowing + something extra complimentary like: fun/funny/really good dynamics. sometimes writers get a kick out of me saying a pwp is fun/funny, which i think is really cute.

just remember: start small to build the habit! don't pressure yourself to a certain standard! writers are always immensely grateful for comments that are complimentary! and the more you comment, the better you'll get at picking up on things to comment!

if you need a little motivator, there's a lovely a little fest happening right now @justleaveacommentfest -- great opportunity to practice and get into the habit!! but even if you don't decide to participate, i'm sending you lots of good luck with your comment goals!

#alexnotes #mic check #anonymoose #1h5h

[choccy-milky]

i just started your fanfiction and it’s soooo good!! 😭 i love how long the chapters are, i love how clora and sebastian speak to each other and ugh, i just love everything about it 🥹

i’m only just starting chapter 4 now and i’m so excited 🥹🥹🤍

aw thank you!!😭😭im glad you're liking it so far!! and if you think the chapters are long now just wait LMFAO. good thing long chapters dont turn you off💀💀 ((gonna use this ask to reply to some others that i havent responded to yet))

OMGGGG???? ARE YOU KIDDING😭 OFC ID BE OKAY WITH THAT😭😭💖💖if you ever do end up doing it id love to hear it!!!

aww im glad you like my art and writing enough to always want something to look forward to💖💖 ik how you feel, im honestly reaching the sort-of end of the raven and the snake and even im like...man...🥺🥺im gonna miss them so much LOL. i do plan to do some epilogues/maybe some oneshots of seb/clora down the line if i get inspired, but i wont be starting another series or longfic, sorry!! it takes a lot of brainstorming and ideas, and everything i HAVE been coming up with is going into my current fic. but ill defs still be around posting art!!🙏🙏 (also even tho im sad about it, im also looking forward to finishing my fic so that i can FINALLY read other seb/MC fics. ive been only focusing on my own and havent read any others in the meantime)

HAHA THANK YOU im glad my own delulu mind can feed OTHER ppls delulu minds💃💃 and even though i wasnt originally planning on it, YES clora's parents are 100% gonna be in the fic and they are fast approaching. seb meeting her dad INCOMING and that boys gonna be fighting for his life LMAO

LMAO well i hope chapter 23 satisfied 😏😏🍆

THIS MAN HAS HIS PRIORITIES OK. nothing goes with losing your virginity like some murder on the side afterwards😇😇

when i finally finish ill also be an emotional wreck, we can cry together😭😭but until then TY and im honoured to have dragged you back into the HL hole. im glad you like my art of seb and clora so much, TYY💖💖

SAVED THIS ONE FOR LAST BECAUSE LMAOO NO THAT WASNT ME BUT THATS SO FUNNY, I HOPE THEY WERE GOOD AT LEAST

#ask #i still have more and once again i appreciate them all THANK YOU #love sharing in this brainrot together

[wbkz3gras]

DEAR ARKANSAS DAUGHTER, jamie drysdale!

a/n: disclaimers! ( before you read this, just know that this is my first insta fic, and it’s probably really BAD, so i’d just like to apologize in advance.

˗ˏˋ ❝ 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗗𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗖𝗨𝗥𝗟𝗦, 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗪𝗔𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗖𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗥 𝗘𝗬𝗘𝗦.. ❞ ' ˎ˗

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pairings: jamie drysdale x fem! reader ( fc - dena denoire )

summary: — in which, jamie decides to show exactly how smitten he is with you in a series of posts. ( a timeline of posts, if you will. )

lowercase was ( IS ) intended!

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jamie.drysdale ✓ added to their story

caption: my love for you will continue to grow stronger each and everyday. happy birthday. love you lots. ❤️❤️

y/n ✓ just posted a photo!

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👤 tagged: jamie.drysdale

y/n — thank you to all my friends and family who made my birthday so special!! ready for what my taylor swift year brings #22 🍰🥂

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rowan_leclerc happy birthday angel bb! 🥂

y/n ➥ thanks hottie miss u!!

jamie.drysdale happy birthday pretty girl 🧡

y/n ➥ love you jams 🧡

trevorzegras hbd broski #22🕺

random.user Happy Birthday 🎂🎊🎁 y/n, best wishes to you 💐🎉🍾

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👤 tagged: y/n

jamie.drysdale — I don’t know about you, but my baby is 22. happy birthday, I love you forever, my sweet girl. ❤️❤️

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y/n ty love you lots 🧡🧡

trevorzegras - hbd y/n 🕺

y/n ➥ trevorzegras thx z 🕺

rowan_leclerc - 🍾🪩🎉🕺

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👤 tagged: y/n

jdawg06 - I don’t know about you, but my baby is 22. happy birthday, my love. there are a million of things I could possibly say about you. you are the best thing that has ever happened to me. each day goes by, and everyday I fall more in love with you. your voice, your laugh, your face—everything. it seems like everyday i find something new to love about you. you’ve given me so many reasons to smile, and with that, I love that you always know how to make me laugh until I’m absolutely red in the face. I can’t imagine life without you in it. you make everything so much better. I love you forever, my sweet girl. happy birthday!! ❤️💃🥂

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y/n - 🧡🧡

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.. xoxo, lee! 💋

#wbkz3gras #lee writes #jamie drysdale

[wayliparker-co]

PARKER WHAT THE HELL 😭 your mike pov’s never fail to make me feel like someone’s poking my heart with a million tiny forks 😔✊

I still feel like this fic was specifically made for me and my algorithm because the present timeline is the windows of this love in a different font (aka The Breakupfic™️ which I’ve read multiple times and also shoved down my friend’s throat so I could rant about it 🤭) and the past timeline is a fake dating trope which scratches my brain every single time somehow it’s so fun (for me, usually not for Will) 🕺💃

Anyway I have some quotes that i thought were important enough to copy and paste into my notes app:

“Barring that one time, which Mike tries very hard not to think about too hard just so that he doesn’t go crazy, it’s been radio silence on Will’s end, which should have been enough.” ME WHEN REFERENCES TO THE PAST I KNOW NOTHING ABOUT 👀👀 my current theories are ✍️drunk text✍️ or ✍️post mental breakdown call✍️ but we’ll see we’ll see (I’m so calm and normal)

“If it’s any consolation , Mike thinks as he gives up on strumming and pulls the guitar to his chest, just on the off chance Will can somehow hear him, I didn’t mean to break it. To break us.” Might as well physically punch me in the gut. Insanity. Not okay. I would say ‘phone on the table’ but I’m too excited about the next chapters so I guess I’ll let it slide.

ANYWAY I loved this chapter and I’m very excited to read wayli’s chapter in a few weeks 🕺💃 my exams are coming up (they’re haunting me) so I might not have time to read BUT that hopefully means more chapters will be up by the time I return 🤭 OKAY BYE I LOVE Y’ALL MWAH 🫶🫶

HIIIII im so glad u enjoyed mwahahaha <33 youre so right present timeline Does have so many of the same elements of twotl which i loveeee bc messy breakups are literally so fun to write and i esp like this premise bc unlike twotl like. they genuinely never believed they'd see each other again/get back together. which is a different type of pain and is SO FUNNN i love them <33 and YES fake dating is also so fun and i love getting to use two vastly different tropes in the same fic esp bc wayli is nailing the fake dating vibes fr fr.

and YESS US WHEN REFERENCES TO THE PAST YOU KNOW NOTHING ABOUT !!!!!!!!!! that line was my fav little easter egg and will indeed be revealed in due time. love reading ur theories hehe

anyway TYSMMM and gl with your exams i hope they go so so well mwah <33

#cmwygas #asks #🫶

[kurosstuff]

Summary: Daniela really loves you

Warning(s): angst :)

Also sorry for not posting much- been working on the requests plots 💃 so while I do ima write some non requested fics of them to get back into the swing of things

Daniela x reader: Dove

It's like a fairy-tale. How inlove she is with you. How inlove you are with her as well.

Daniela didn't think it was possible

How someone could love her for her. Could handle the mind that made up Daniela. Holding hands with you became her favorite passed time. Sometimes she'll hold to tightly it would hurt. Sometimes even draw blood.

She'd always make sure to apologize eachtime

"Sorry my dove!" A kiss to the hand in a gentle teasing manner. You forgave her each time

She loved holding hands with you any chance she got no matter the time or what either of you two were doing. You could be working, and she'd insist on holding hands. At dinner? Holding hands.

She adores being around you- talking your ear off every chance she got. How something happened in a book she read and wants to try it out to laughing how she saw a maid spill water on Cassandra and thought the face they both made was hilarious. She always knew even if you weren't looking at her and working.

You were listening

You responded every now and again- asking her about the book- her day- encouraging her to talk about them with you or whoever she wants. It'd always be you. It made her heart swoon whenever you'd stop and smile so softly- full of love at her.

For her.

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Humming down the hallway- Daniela happily swung her hands about as she searched all for you. Stopping, she poked her head into the old library- the one farthest in the castle. The special spot for you both- only you guys went to. Her smile grew seeing you sitting in one of the couchs reading a book.

You looked so at peace- the light from the dimming sun peaking from the window hitting all around- it almost made it look like you had a halo.

"Dove~ you started to read without me?" A fake pout from her lips as she bounced over. Sitting on the other side of the couch beside you - "Oh my!" She started a smile etched into her to bringing you into her side she looked at the book. "The dove?"

"Yeah - I remember how you'd compare me to the dove in the book" how the nickname even started. Smiling fondly- if she could blush she would be right now. "What was that one quote again- uh-"

"When I look at you. My troubles fade away. My heart swores like the doves above. I couldn't help but be drawn to you. How much I adore you - love you. My little dove~" she recited, smiling at the flushed look in your eyes

"That last part wasn't in the book"

Leaning against her side you hummed. Wanting nothing more then to hold her hand and tell her it'll all be fine. But that'd be a lie. And that's one thing you refuse to do to- for her.

"I improvised," she shrugged, smiling.

Lie to her.

"Love" you called gently bringing her out of the dazed state. Humming she turned to you smiling with so much love- filled with love for you. It made your heart drop. "You need to let go. Please"

Daniela blinked. "What?" Confusion was written in her face before Reality kicked in. She's doing it again. Getting to invested into this. The day dreams. Her face dropped. Looking around the room at the books sprung acrossed the floor. The knocked over table. The single tea cup.

"Oh right"

She was alone

Daniela didn't think it was possible.

Because it wasn't. The tears fell.

"This isn't real"

It haven't been for a very long time. She can't recall exactly when you passed. But she knew you had. Surving injuries are simple for the most part. But the unfortunate end by aging is one no mortal can pass- and unluckily for her- she had to suffer in confusion as you grew much older than any other maid in the castle.

But that's the fate of the unaging like the Dimitrescu family. They fall for another that will eventually die from old age- no matter what they'd try and do.

As stong as they are. They were powerless against time.

#daniela dimitrescu #daniela x reader #daniela dimitrescu x reader #resident evil village x reader #resident evil x reader #resident evil #also idk if the doves is an actual book #i made it up as far as i know