#the days when I'm managing the class are busy and I never get anything done but I really enjoy the time

[leiswxrld]

𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐮𝐬 𝐄𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐬

pairings: piercer!ellie williams x fem reader

synopsis: your obsessed with ellie williams and have developed a little thing for her but never talked to her well not until you visited the tattoo shop.

warnings: mdni 18+, smut, cunnilingus (r receiving), strap on usage (calls it her dick), praise + degradation (slut, angel, beautiful, pretty), ellie williams is the mf warning, nipple piercings, public sex kinda.

a/n: I’m actually so fucking obsessed with ellie not even a joke, this was also a request from a friend so thanks bae.

credits: @mmadeinheavenn @hitobaby ❥

When it came to Ellie williams, your friends always heard about how much you were obsessed with her. to the piercings and tattoos they heard it all, you went to the same university and attended most of the same classes but never spoke a word to eachother other.

You were sat in the canteen, laughing and making jokes with your friends whilst your attention turned to Ellie who had headphones in, carrying a backpack as she buys her lunch, sitting herself away from everyone.

Trying to ignore her presence, you try listening into your friend's conversation on her current sneaky link dustin, a boy on the football team who was the goalie star of the team but a total dick, she would always complain how he would be fucking other girls whilst he was with her but she'd managed to go back to him saying, 'it was just for the sex'.

Your head begins to spin, turning your attention back to Ellie who's busy phone in hand and a sub in the other, her piercing green eyes look up towards you, licking the crumbs off her lips not being able to read her unreadable expression before she goes back to what she was doing.

In your deluded mind, you coped up the idea that she might have a slight thing for you trying to convince yourself she'd might actually hook up with you.

It's Monday morning, sat in your lecture a few seats from the front as the teacher is rambling on about a midterm test that's coming up very soon and that everyone should be studying but truth be told you had been too lazy to do anything, staying in your bed whilst watching YouTube. you noticed Ellie hadn't arrived, consciously looking at the door waiting for the freckled beauty to walk through the door.

you tapped your pen against the desk, head in your hand thinking about what you were going to have for dinner later until your completely brung out of your daydream by the sound of the double doors opening, speaking of the devil.

Ellie walks in, hair in a ponytail. dressed in a metal rock shirt with ripped black jeans and black timberlands with her headphones in. she seems unfazed at the amount of distasteful looks she gets as she walks up the stairs in your direction, briefly looking at you and continuing towards the top. the professor continues to teach ignoring her as she writes on the whiteboard whilst talking.

You pretend to drop your pen on the floor, looking behind you to see her sat on the seats towards the right. she's typing on her phone, completely distracted, looking up to see you before smirking to herself.

you freak out internally, feeling your heart flutter a bit as you gripped your pen tightly, humming quietly to yourself thoughts filled with her.

a few days later, your at the tattoo place waiting to get your nipples done. it was a rather last minute decision since you've wanted them for a while but scared because of the horror stories you've heard from other girls which completely put you off at first but then you decided maybe it wouldn't be the same for you.

You begged your friend to come with too scared to go by yourself as you signed the paperwork to get it done. "Girl I'm sure you'll be fine your literally shaking"

you scoff, giving her a dirty look, "If it was you...you wouldn't of gotten them in the fucking first place at least I'm actually getting them done"

she rolls her eyes applying her lip gloss, "I just got my eyebrow pierced I think that’s adventurous enough" you continue to bicker, before a girl approaches you not paying attention before she cleared her throat.

"Y/N right" you look up to see Ellie, the girl you've been crushing over for the past month stood right in front of you and she was about to pierce your fucking tits.

never in your right mind would you think she worked at a fucking tattoo shop but here she was in a tank top, showcasing the variety of tattoos across her arms and neck. you don't remember her being this fucking built but then again you never saw her in uni without wearing punk shirts with a white long sleeved top underneath. your voice gets caught in your throat, your friend looking at you with a smirk as you push her off you, "yeah thats me"

Ellie pauses, looking at her clipboard before looking back at you. "come with me" she says, turning around as you get up from your seat. You follow her, briefly turning around to see your friend who's making sexual jokes as you flip her off.

your nervous, your heart racing as she leads you to one of the many rooms, allowing you to go in first closing the door behind you. "Have a seat on the bed behind you whilst I get everything prepared" she mutters, pointing at the bed as you sat yourself on top of it. you don't think you've ever heard her talk her voice sweet but rugged at the same time as she goes to wash her hands at the sink.

"you've ever pierced uh- nipples before" you quickly speak out, cursing at yourself for your stutter. she takes a second to look at you, not missing the way her eyes stop at your tits before licking her lips. "uh- yeah this isn't my first rodeo so don't worry your in good hands"

she drys her hands, putting on her gloves and sterilising the equipment on the tray before wheeling it towards you next to the bed. "can you lay down for me and lift up your shirt and remove your bra if you don't want me to look I won't" she says, going to turn around before you stop her.

"No its fine you'll see them anyway since your piercing them" Ellie smiles at you, slowly watching as you carefully lift your top up revealing the cute red lacy bra. The tension felt all too intimate for you feeling so vulnerable under her intimidating eyes, you don't know if she's recognised you or pretending not to still remaining professional as you struggle to unbuckle the hook.

in embarrassment, you face ellie who's busy getting her tools lined up. "hey can you help me unbuckle my bra having trouble taking it off" you squeak out and she smiles signalling you to turn around, feeling her cold hands hit the warmth of your back causing you to shiver slightly as you felt the bra strap unbuckle. "thanks"

you slip your bra off, placing it on the bed next to you. Ellie hands you a towel to help you cover up, laying back onto the bed the anticipation killing you as your nerves began to pick up again. "I'm going touch your breasts now tell me if you get too uncomfortable" you nod in response and ellie gently moves the towel down revealing your tits, sitting perfectly the cold air breezing past causing them to harden.

you hear her mutter 'fuck' under her breath, but you don't know if it was your imagination or not. shes gentle, lightly pressing her hand against your left tit, the cannula in her right. "take a deep breath for me" you do, lightly taking in air before feeling the needle going through your nipple.

opening your eyes, you see she's already putting in the jewellery. "I was expecting that to be way more painful" you admit causing her to laugh, screwing in the ball. "a lot of my customers have said that it's just your nerves making you think it will be fucking painful than it actually is"

"don't blame them I was shitting bricks when I got here" you reply, admiring the many piercings she had in her ear. you don't think you ever noticed she had that many, "that was me when I first got them, I did them myself which looking back was fucking stupid but I was 17 and wanted to be different"

"that’s so real" you could relate you managed to pierce your septum and helix in one night which resulted in blood, infections and a long healing period but in the end they turned out good. "ok I'm going to pierce the other one take another deep breath for me angel"

the name went straight down to your core, feeling the wetness seep onto your matching red lace underwear as you avoid her eyes. you take another deep breath before feeling the needle go through which felt a little painful than the last as she puts in the jewellery screwing the ball in.

"anddd.... I'm done take a look" you receive the mirror, angling them towards your tits, satisfied with the cute piercings. "omg they look so pretty" you gleam, taking a second to look at a shy Ellie, "thank you so much"

"your welcome, they suit you just as pretty as you" your gleeful, expression falls turning to look up at ellie who seems panicked at your shocked expression. "s-shit I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable I-"

"you think I'm pretty" you ask, needing the confirmation from her lips once again. "ever since I saw you in the library at uni I thought you were the most beautiful girl in there"

that was the signal you needed, "can I kiss you" ellie says, restraining herself from grabbing you and doing it herself. you nod and Ellie takes your lips on hers, heads moving against each other, roughly pulling at her neck as you both moan.

"so fucking beautiful" she mutters, against your lips grabbing your thighs and pulling you towards her. she makes her way down, leaving bruises all around your neck and kissing your pierced tits carefully making you wince before continuing all the way to your stomach.

"You moan so fucking pretty- shit I have to have you will you let me fuck this pussy baby" she asks- almost begging you to let you use her to get yourself off. "y-yes please fuck me ells" the yes a whimper, just wanting ellie to use her fingers on you.

Ellie wastes no time, taking off your joggers and throwing them across the floor. she moans at the wet spot that's appeared on the matching red lace underwear, helping you slip them off. "fuck" she mutters, your pussy glistening in your juices as Ellie slowly attaches her lips onto your clit, receiving a gasp from you.

She eats you like its her last fucking meal, licking and sucking like a mad woman, moaning at the way you taste and how angelic your moans were. "taste so fucking good"

"just like that els-fuck" she groans at your words, using her mouth to suction on your clit lapping up all your juices that seeped through the white protective cloth on the bed.

Your moaning, hands slipping into ellies hair and toes clenched too fucking blissed to say anything. "I-i want to fuck you" she says, stopping for a second bringing you out of your blissed out state, "what do you mean" your confused, wasn't she already doing it ?.

"you'll see turn around and arch your back against the bed" you obey, quickly rushing up and laying yourself against the bed, avoiding hitting your newly pierced tits.

You hear her unbuckle the belt to her jeans, pushing them down to her legs. briefly turning around, she pulls down her boxes revealing a black glittery strap on. "we only have 10 minutes before my next client so we have to make this quick, angel"

"look at you so ready for my dick, how much does she want it" she referring to your pussy, feeling her tap the tip against your opening. "sooo… bad please fuck me" you beg and you hear her chuckle at your desperate pleas, positioning herself before slowly pushing into you.

"ohhhh-fuck" you moan, exaggerating the oh as she puts her hands on your hips, "so fucking tight for me its been a long time since you've been fucked hasn't it" she asks, smacking your ass.

"s-so long" you admit, the longest time you had been without sex being 5 months. she pulls you back on her strap before thrusting into you at a slow pace, pulling back only to thrust back harder into you.

Your pushing back onto her, meeting her thrusts as your moans get louder. "shhhh angel your being too loud you don't want wanna get caught getting fucked by me right" her tone is almost mocking, feeling her hand push your head against the bed muffling your moans into the hard surface.

You nod, babbling curses and muffled moans as she increases her pace, ass smacking against her strap as your hand grips onto the discarded towel next to you. "fuck back onto me baby come on" she's spanking you, whilst letting you push back onto her as you turn back to face her who seems to be enjoying it as much as you were.

"you look so fucking beautiful from here angel, so desperate for me" she's pounding into you, trying your hardest to stay quiet, your piercing hits the table causing you to wince in pain, "fuck els- I'm gonna cum gonna make such a mess all over you" you moan out, eyes rolling back as you brain goes fuzzy

the loud smacks are echoed across the room, ellie going to grab a fistful of your hair, pulling on it harshly watching as your ass bounces back, almost creaming at the sight of it. "are you going to cum for me slut" you almost silent, ellie knocking the breath out of you as she fucks the shit out of you.

"nghhh- fuck I'm cumming" you squirt all over her strap, earning a satisfied moan from ellie, who thrusts into you a few more times before slowing down. you laid slump on the bed, feeling Ellie pull out of you as you felt her tongue return to your pussy, licking up the juices with a few grunts as you whimper in sensitivity.

"Didn't take you for a squirter" she finally says, helping you to your feet. "that was my first time doing it" you admit and her eyes widen, "really..well shit I guess you just weren't getting fucked right"

Ellie helps you get dressed, cleaning you up and replacing the now soaked sheet with a new one.

"I have to get ready for my next client but I guess I'll see you around, angel" she gives you one more kiss before letting you out, you felt the obvious limp in your step ignoring the dirty looks you got from everyone in the waiting area, returning quickly to your friend who had an obvious smirk on her face.

"so how was it" you grab your purse from her, taking out your card. "it didn't hurt to be-

"Not that how was it was she more of a pink or black strap type of girl" you slap her in the arm, an obvious glare on your face. "I don't know what you’re talking about"

"you do realise everyone heard you getting fucked like the obvious limp in your step and the hickeys all over your neck is a factor" your face drains in colour, no wonder why everyone was giving you dirty looks.

" I have no idea what your talking about let me pay so we can get out of here" you pay, embarrassment on your face as the receptionist gave you the ‘I know what you just did’ look.

Ellie walks out clipboard in hand, calling out a customers name eyes meeting yours before smirking, your face heats up before you drag your friend out of the shop, missing ellies obvious stares at your ass as you do.

“hi I’m ellie right this way”

#ellie the last of us #ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams smut #ellie williams x female reader #tlou2 #black reader #lesbian #stargirl interlude #lesbian smut #smut #leiscoven #leiswxrld

[dr-spencer-reids-queen]

Cover Up

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1k

Warnings: implied smut

Summary: You hooked up with someone expecting to keep him as a one-and-done. You didn't expect him to show up at your college.

Square Filled: "You are one fine specimen, and I'm not saying that because I'm drunk.” for @spencerreidbingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

x

Shit. Shit. Shit. You’re so late. You can’t be late for your first day of college. You had a bit too much to drink last night which caused you to sleep in longer than you wanted to. You’re so late that you didn’t have time to do your makeup. Eh, you can do it when you get to school. The drive is only thirty minutes but with morning traffic, it takes forty-five.

Meet me in the bathroom by the cafeteria! Emergency! You send to your best friend.

You rush from your car all the way to the bathroom before anyone else has a chance to see how messed up you look. You have everything you need in your backpack to fix your look, and you almost cringe at yourself when you look in the mirror.

“Man, I need to stop drinking,” you shake your head.

You take out your brush and comb your hair when Madison walks in.

“Y/N?”

“Over here.”

“Are you okay? What happened?”

“I woke up late. I didn’t have time to do my makeup. I need to use yours.”

“You texted me this is an emergency. I blew off Jason just to come here.”

“Mads, this is an emergency. Look at me. I can’t go to class looking like this. I still have pimples on my face. Can I use your makeup or not?”

“Of course.” She sets her backpack on the counter and takes out the massive bag containing everything she needs for a full face of makeup. It’s a damn good thing you’re the exact shade as her. “Why’d you wake up late?”

“I was out late last night.”

“And?”

“Why does there have to be an and?”

“Bitch, I know you.”

“I had too much to drink,” you sigh.

“There it is,” she laughs. “Who’d you do?”

“Why does there have to be a guy?” you chuckle and look at her. She raises an eyebrow as if you could actually fool her. “Okay, I don’t know his name. I was too busy making out with him to ask.”

“Do tell,” she smirks. You grab an elastic and put your hair up to have it out of the way while you do your makeup. She gasps when she sees the dark purple marks on your neck. “What the fuck are those?”

“So, they’re noticeable?”

“Noticeable? It looks like he was trying to suck your blood. God damn.”

“Mads, when I tell you this man was so fine, I mean it. I thought he was shy and awkward because he had that look about him, but he was the complete opposite. He took me to the back where the bathrooms were and had his way with me. God, he was so big,” you gasp.

“Tell me you got his number.”

“His friends came and got him before we could say anything. I don’t even know his name. I had to go home and put my vibrator to good use even after the orgasms he gave me.”

“Okay, new mission in life, find that man. It’s been a while since you let someone ruffle your feathers.”

“Yeah,” you chuckle.

You grab what you need and cover your marks as much as you can. They’re so dark that the foundation can’t cover it completely, but with your hair down, it’s manageable. Once you feel like you can walk out in public, you hand everything back to her.

“Okay, we’re good to go. Thank you.”

“Anytime,” she winks.

You take one look at yourself and remember what it was like to have his hands on your body.

You’ve never done this with a stranger before. Sure, you’ve had public sex before but nothing like this. None of your flings had this much passion. You’ve only met this man not even an hour ago and his tongue is down your throat.

There is a family bathroom next to the men’s and women’s restrooms, so he shoves you into that one and locks the door behind him. He grabs your hips and lifts you so that you can wrap your legs around his slender waist. He shoves his hand between your legs as his lips trail down your neck.

“You are one fine specimen, and I'm not saying that because I'm drunk,” you moan.

All you can focus on is the way his fingers are rubbing on your clothed clit and how his lips are sucking on your neck.

“Y/N!” You snap out of your trance and look at her. “We’re going to be late. Come on.”

“Right.”

You two leave the bathroom and head in the direction of your first class, Criminal Justice 101.

“Tell me what he looks like. It’ll help me try to find him.”

“Curly brown hair, brown eyes, very tall, slim build, and he was wearing a sweater vest. Not what you’d think he’d be like. He knew what he was doing, that’s for sure,” you chuckle. “I don’t know anything about him.”

“You just know what his tongue and cock feels like.”

“Madison!” You look away once and run into someone who is reading a book. “Watch where you’re going.”

“That is no way to speak to a professor, young lady.”

You look back and see the Dean of the school escorting one of the new professors. You lock eyes with the new professor with wide eyes. He’s the man you fucked last night. He recognizes you but doesn’t say anything about it. Madison can guess what happened based on how you’re looking at him.

“Sorry,” you mumble.

“No, it was my fault,” he chuckles.

“Come, Dr. Reid. I’ll show you to Criminal Justice 101.”

“Wait, you’re teaching that class?” you ask, stopping the two men from leaving.

“Yeah.”

Madison grabs your shoulders and grins at Dr. Reid.

“Lucky for us, we’re your students.”

“Can’t wait,” he chuckles.

The Dean leaves expecting Dr. Reid to follow but the young doctor leans closer to you so you’re the only one who hears him.

“It’s a shame you covered them up. I’ll just have to make more.”

Your mouth drops open as he jogs to catch up with the Dean. You’re totally fucked. It’ll make class more interesting though.

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[genshin-obsessed]

Him as a husband | Honkai Star Rail

✩ ‒ It's been a while since I've wrriten anything for star rail, so I decided to make these cute lil hcs. I'm not branching out to the newest pretty boy yet, I don't know anything about him. I avoided saying Valentine’s Day cuz they're not on earth or whatever.

✩ ‒ I'm also trying to butter y'all up a little for something else I'm planning lmao

✩ ‒ Characters: Caelus, Dan Heng, Jing Yuan, Blade, Luocha

✩ ‒ Caelus

He's not vocal about being married per se, but people usually know he's married. Other than the ring, he's very unresponsive to flirting. If anyone attempts to flirt with him, he'll just act like he doesn't get it. It makes things awkward and people often leave after.

He's very attentive to you. If you're having a bad day, he'll know pretty much immediately and will do anything and everything to get your mind off of it if you don't want to talk about it.

He loves to celebrate holidays for couples. They're super special days because every day with him is special, but he does go out of his way a little bit to surprise you with something. Could even be food, as long as you're surprised and smiling.

Cuddles are a must. You better hope your rooms are cold at night because he cuddles up to you every single time. He'll either lay his head on your chest or hug you against him, so sometimes it feels really hot in the morning.

Caelus prefers outdoor activities as dates, but isn't opposed to staying in. Movies, snacks, just being with one another isn't so bad. But going to a new planet and fighting baddies is also pretty enticing. More on that, Caelus has near heart attacks when you get hurt- like he saw you get hurt badly once and almost cried. Ok, no, he cried a little.

Children are up to you. He doesn't have much of a preference.

✩ ‒ Dan Heng

"Are you two married? You don't act like it." This has and always will confuse Dan Heng. What the hell does it mean? Is he supposed to be all over you or something? He has class. Though... he will hold your hand more often. Maybe the ring he'll get you for your anniversary might have a ginormous gem so it blinds everyone or something.

He's also pretty attentive to your needs and emotions. The second he thinks you're upset or hurt, he's at your side. He may or may not be a little clingy but he's so terrified of losing you. It's actually changed him for the better a little. He's less quiet, more expressive, and a lot more open to communication. That could also be due to his recent transformation...

He's not overly fond of those "couple days" because he's usually loving all year around. Why have a dedicated day? He has a hard time seeing the point in days like those.

Dates for Dan Heng are usually stay at home. He likes the more intimate activities at home- cuddling, watching movies, making out- yanno. Intimate.

Dan Heng likes kisses. Cheek kisses, neck kisses, shoulder kisses, hand kisses- don't matter. He loves them all. Usually done behind closed doors, Dan Heng never forgets to kiss you. Like, ever. He will also make up for lost kisses.

Um... he prefers no children, but it's something you can talk about later on.

✩ ‒ Jing Yuan

You have your hands full with this one. Everyone and their courier birds will know he's married to you. This man just can't stop talking about you. Like, he'll be receiving a report about something or other and just somehow manages to drop your name in the conversation. It's cute and all, but Jing Yuan, focus!

Sadly, he's a busy man. He comes home to you every single day, don't worry, but he does need to be away for most of the day. He's not the biggest fan of it and has suggested maybe trying to find a position for you to keep you close by. Other than being down right addicted to you, he worries because he's got enemies.

Jing Yuan DOES take time for those fancy couple days but they're not overly different from the usual dates. He used to make it all fancy, with giant bouquets of flowers and expensive jewelry, until he realized he was showering you with love on a specific day and not every day like he should. So, he's toned it down a little, but every now and then, he'll get you something fancy.

There isn't much time for dates. They usually include visiting him during his breaks and enjoying some tea together. Maybe spending time with Mimi or something. But on his days off, he tries really hard to set up something for you.

He kinda likes to hold you. There's nothing wrong with it, its just constant. Like, you're so cute and he just wants to hug you all the time. He does try to control himself in public to avoid making you uncomfortable.

Children? Why? Isn't Yanqing enough?

✩ ‒ Blade

Some people still have a hard time understanding that you actually married him. In your opinion, they're small minded and don't actually know Blade. Blade, himself, doesn't actually care what anyone else thinks. Though, they should mind their manners around you.

Blade can be attentive, but doesn't always know how to help. He's got his own problems, so he usually tries to use them as a reference point. When he feels depressed or lost, what would he do? He tries to help you that way. It doesn't always work, but it does help him learn more and more.

He'll forget any special "couple" days are coming up. Kafka or Silver Wolf mention it and he's always confused about them. He will try to get you something just so you don't feel left out. "Oh my husband didn't get me anything because he doesn't care about today". Never.

Blade likes cuddles, but they hurt. He's got a lot of wounds on his body so he can't hold you the way he likes. Not to mention, the mara, his personal discomfort, lack of understanding. You assure him that it's ok, but he still feels guilty often. You deserve the world, but he can barely give you himself. He does try to hold your hand a lot. You both share the same bed and he sleep extremely close.

There's not many outdoor dates with him other than going on missions which aren't dates. Usually, you two train together and just spend time with one another. Blade is willing to attend an event with you... but he's attached to you. He doesn't know anyone there.

No children. He'd be a terrible dad, sorry.

✩ ‒ Luocha

Now aren't you two an interesting couple? Luocha has a way with words. He'll let potential flirters know he's married way before they can even start flirting with him. He won't even give them the time of day, especially if they're disrespectful toward you.

Of course he's attentive. He's great at recognizing your emotions and understanding what may or may not make it worse. For example, if he attends an event, he'll know what type of people might be too forward for you. Or may know when someone is beginning to make you upset.

Not a fan of those "couple days". He literally rolls his eyes at them, like why would he hold himself back to let it all out on that day? He's all over you, every day. BUT! He does get you a flower or a small box of chocolates... or something else in the bedroom. Idk.

Luocha likes to schedule dates per week so that you can clear up time for them. Just because you have a day off doesn’t mean it needs to be a date night. Maybe you want that day to yourself, who knows? He likes to find a day or two within the week dedicated to actually going out to a restaurant, a picnic, maybe fighting some baddies- who knows. Whatever works for both of y’all.

Luocha likes being close to you, whatever that means to you. He can hold you, hold your hand, just sit close by. Generally, he finds peace around you, so it doesn't matter what you two are doing as long as he can be close to you.

Uhh kids? Are you sure?

#honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #hsr caelus #hsr dan heng #hsr jing yuan #hsr blade #hsr luocha #dan heng x reader #caelus x reader #jing yuan x reader #blade x reader #luocha x reader #honkai star rail x gender neutral reader #🖊─ pocky’s writings

[marie-miele]

Five

-Master List-

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"Y/N were gonna be late if you don't get up!" Aizawa called from the living room of your shared home. He attempted just about everything he could to get you out of bed that morning: turning on the big light in your room, shaking you, and even pulling out your school uniform just to throw it at you. Nothing seemed to be working so he used his last resort, the tall man walked into your room, untucked you, and pulled you up out of bed.

After many complaints from you, he managed to convince you to get up and ready.

"I don't wanna go today. I'm tired." You whined as you stepped out of your room.

Aizawa finished off the last of his coffee before stating "It's only the third day and you're already acting like this, what am I gonna do with you."

"Can't get rid of me."

And with that, you made your way to school. You tapped your foot the whole car ride, and your eyes observed everything that rolled into their view

As you pulled up to the front of the UA gates where Aizawa always dropped you off, the two of you groaned at the sight of dozens of reporters crowding around the entrance. Getting out of the you both tried to sneak around them as they were bothering other students but unfortunately were caught. A woman rushed up to Aizawa and stuck a microphone too close to his face.

"Please, sir. Can you get All Might for us? Also, you look like a mess, what's your deal?" She asked.

You stood behind him as he answered her question, you always did bad in crowds of people, you could feel your nerves tingling.

"All Mights not on campus today." He responded enthusiastically. "Now get out of here, you've disturbed my students enough already." He was waving a dismissive hand at the woman, then walked away with you quickly following after him.

"How does All Might get anything done with all these media people?" He asked rhetorically

Just a few seconds later an alarm began blaring causing you to release of puff of gas from your hands. You and Aizawa whipped your heads around as you watched the UA Bearier go up, your heart was pounding, you'd never heard anything so loud, the metal grinding against each other as they were rising made your ears hurt.

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Everyone was in their seats when Mr.Aizawa announced that we did "Decent work on yesterday's combat training."

He continued on "I saw the video feeds and went over each of your team's results." Shifting his eyes to the blonde a few seats away from where you sat "Bakugo. You're talented. So don't sulk like a child about your loss, okay?"

Bakugo groaned a response "Yeah, whatever."

Moving on to Midoriya he criticized him for hurting himself again, his quirk confused you; every time he used it he'd seemingly break something but I guess that's the consequence of getting it so late in life.

"So now, let's get down to business. Our first task will decide your future." This sentence made everyone shutter in fear of another quirk test.

"You all need to pick a class representative."

Nearly every one began to jump at the choice of becoming class rep. You thought about what it could be like as you softly tapped the bruise that sat on your thigh. Deciding that you most likely wouldn't be fit for the job you brushed the thought aside, maybe Bakugo would be good at it; he is always bossing people around. The thought made you turn your head to the boy who indeed was volunteering for the job.

"Silence, everyone, please!" Iida's strong voice echoed through the room causing everyone to fall silent, turning your head to the boy went on "The class representative's duty is to lead others. That is not something just anyone can do. You must first have the trust of every student in the classroom. Therefore, the most logical way to fill this position is democratically. We will hold an election to choose our leader." He explained.

A few students questioned him and he explained his reasonings getting Mr. Aizawas's approval as long as it was done before his nap was over.

With the confirmation given; Iida began to set up the voting and graciously you helped him as you had 'no bias' toward any of the students.

Election Results:

"How did I get three votes?!" Midoriya exclaimed.

Angrily Bakugo questioned "Okay, you idiots, who voted for him?" Which caused Sero to retort at him with a slight chuckle "What, did you honestly think anyone would vote for you?"

"What did you just say?! I have a vote!" He shouted back.

You watched all of your classmates' reactions to the voting whilst trying to decipher your own reaction; you weren't expecting to get a vote but you did, suppose one is better than zero; 'but who would vote for me?' you thought as your eyes drifted to Iida who was mumbling to himself about getting no votes. Seeing him like that made you feel a bit guilty, maybe you should've voted for him instead of- 

"That's not true!" Bakugo was still shouting at Sero who was claiming he voted for himself; the blonde was trying to explain that he didn't but rather voted for someone who thought was the only one worthy of it.

Once Mr.Aizawa was fully awake he finalized who the class rep and class deputy were; you were expecting Yoayorozu to be the class rep- though you didn't vote for her- but nonetheless, deputy was still pretty good.

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You tapped your foot under the lunch table you were seated at as Mina, Sero, Kirishima, and Denki spoke with mouths full of food. Mina had convinced you to sit with them and you had obliged, you listened to them gush over how good Lunch Rushes food was and you silently agreed with them as you ate your food. Though to your surprise at the time; Bakugo had sat at the other end of the table from you, as he was supposedly convived by Kirishima to tag along as well but it looked more like he was bribed with extra food from the shark-toothed boy.

Midway through your conversation with Mina, an alarm began blaring through the whole cafeteria.

"Warning. Level three security breach."

"All students please evacuate the building in an orderly fashion."

"What the hell does that mean?!" Sero asked as everyone stood up trying to rush out.

By the you managed to make it into the hallway there was already a large crowd; more and more students began pushing in causing you to be pushed into shoving arms and students who were yelling.

"Stop, you're gonna knock me over!" You said with an agitated growl. You could feel the ringing in your ears; the sound made your body tingle. 'Stop it' you thought. You knew exactly what this feeling was. Getting pushed again; you let out a small puff of gas from your palms. 'Stop it' You were looking at your hands now. 'Stop-' Your thoughts were cut off as you were shoved again but that's when strong arms stopped you from losing your balance as your back crashed with a broad chest.

"Not here." A low voice said in your ear.

Rough hands wrapped around yours to prevent gas from flowing out. As you began turning your head to see who was holding you so firmly; from the corner of your eye, you could just barely see blonde spikes as you were shoved again. Bakugos back slammed against the wall causing him to let out a short grunt; pulling you back into his chest.

On the other side crowd, you could see Kirishima and Denki being pulled away as the boys were shouting for everyone to 'stop freaked out'. Nothing was working on the pacing students until Iida unexpectedly came flying through the air; the suddenest broke your thought as you watched him flip around to the wall, it was clear he was inexperienced in the air you thought as his body hit the wall above the exit doors.

"Listen up! Everything is okay!" His loud voice echoed off the walls "It's just the media outside! There's absolutely nothing to worry about!" He reassured the crowd of students; causing them to freeze "Were UA students. We need to remain calm and prove that we are the best of the best!"

As the crowd calmed down finally; Bakugo awkwardly let go of you and sidestepped away from you, he kept his head turned away from you as if he was trying to avoid your sheepish gaze

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After all the chaos during lunch, most of the students were drained as they made their way back to their classes. Bakugo was putting distances between you; or that's what you thought as he rushed his way to his seat not even giving you a glance as you passed him. Getting settled in; Midoriya and Yaoyorozu stood at the podium front and center of the classroom.

"It's time, class rep. let's begin." Yaoyorozu said to the jittery Midoriya.

"Um..Okay..so we need to figure out who the other class officers will be.." Though your eyes were on the trembling boy; your mind wasn't.

Midoriya continued on as the fingers on your right hand traced your left palm gently "But first, there's something I wanna say. I've thought a lot about this...and I think that Iida should be our class rep!" As he was explaining his reason for this statement you just casually nodded your head along; slowly touching your palm where you could still feel the warmth of the boy who was now avoiding you entirely.

...

At the end of the day, you decided to ride home with Aizawa rather than walk. The older man kept questioning you on how quiet you were being; over the years you had grown to be quite bubbly and open with him- but today wasn't like that at all. You sat with your body leaning against the car door and with your hands clasped around each other.

"I'm just tired, that's all." you tried to reassure him but he didn't seem very convinced.

His eyes glanced toward you as he tightened his grip on the starting wheel "Is it because of what happened with the reporters?"

"...yeah"

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The sun was shining brightly through the windows as you sat in your seat; preventing you from closing your eyes, it was too bright to sleep. Your mind couldn't stop bringing up images from the day prior, you couldn't understand why; Bakugo had touched you before- of course, it was when you were in middle school- regardless, you just couldn't wrap your head around the fact it made you feel differently. Maybe it was because of how long it had been, maybe it was the way he helped you that was different, or some other reason entirely. 

"You'll have three instructors." You tried to stay focused on Aizawa but it was difficult with the little amount of sleep you had gotten. How was Aizawa able to stay up all night as a pro hero and a teacher? 

"Me, All Might, and another faculty member will be keeping tabs on you," He said as his tired eyes stared at your fatigued figure. 

"Sir! What kinda training is this?" Sero jumped to question. 

Aizawa pulled out a card from his pocket and stated what we were to be practicing: rescue. This caused excitement to fill the room of future heroes. 

"Guys, I'm not finished yet- What you wear in this exercise is up to you. I know you're excited about costumes..." He interjected as he used a remote control to release the shelves that held our suits "...but keep in mind that you haven't gotten used to them yet, and they might limit your abilities. This training is at an off-campus facility. Thats all...Start getting ready." He finished as he stepped out of the room. 

And with that, you made your way to the locker rooms. 

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Bakugos perspective: 

The blonde boy was standing facing the doors of the building with his hand placed on his hip. Everyone was outside waiting, except for you; who was still in the school; to no one's knowledge, you were checking yourself out in the mirror longer than you had meant to.

His eyes focused on the glass doors as he ignored the muffled chatter of his other classmates around him. He was watching a dark figure step closer and closer to the doors till you pushed the door open and stepped out into the sun. He eyed your figure, not in a carnal way but curiously. He watched as you made your into the crowd of 1-A, something looked different.

As soon as the thought passed through his mind, he figured out he was indeed corrected as you smiled at Mina; showing off your new gear. 

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Your perspective: 

"See?" You said excitedly

You were showing Mina the bottom of your boots; with much-taken inspiration from the girl, you had asked to get holes drilled into the bottom of them. As well as the new gas mask that was hanging around your neck when Iida blew a whistle and instructed everyone to get on the bus in an 'orderly fashion'. 

Walking in step with Mina you got onto the bus "He's taking this class rep thing pretty seriously huh?" you said looking back at her. 

The girl let out a soft laugh of agreement "Definitely."

...

Sitting next to Iida who had in head in his lap he complained about how the open layout of the bus ruined his seating arrangements. You awkwardly patted his back trying to give the boy comfort for trying his best. 

"Iida, you really need to chill." Mina said on the other side of you.

"If we're pointing out the obvious, then there's something I wanna say..." Tsu interjected looking at Midoryia "...about you, actually."

Panicking, the boy quickly asked what it was. 

"That power of yours, isn't it a lot like All Mights?" This question caught your attention.

And there he was; All Might. He spoke to Aizawa as you just stared at him with wide eyes. Aizawa finished the conversation quickly walking off without you, whilst you just kept oogling. All Might's in Midoriya's corner? You questioned, and then the number one hero looked down at you.

"What? Really? You think so, huh?" The green-haired boy exhorted. "I never really thought about that." His hands were up defensively.

You were staring right at him now, tsu was right; there's no way he wouldn't have noticed, how can you be All Might's number-one fan and not see the similarity? 

"Wait hold on tsu, you're forgetting All Might doesn't hurt himself. That makes a huge difference." Kirishima countered causing Midoryia to let out a quick sigh.

"Still, I bet it's cool to have a flashy quirk. My hardenings cool and can take out bad guys in a fight but it doesn't look all that impressive." Kirishima continued to talk, eventually moving the topic of quirks between most of your class

"Well, if any of our classmates have pro quirks, it's Bakugo and Todoroki."

Tsu quickly responded with an innocent look in her frog-like eyes "Sure, but Bakugos always angry, so he'll never be that popular."

Stammering, Bakugo launched himself from his seat "What'd you say?! I'll kick your ass!"

Tsu wasn't wrong: angry and loud.

"See?" She said with a blank expression.

"Yknow, we basically just met you. So, it's kinda telling that we all know your personality is flaming crap mixed with garbage." Denki spoke to Bakugo ending his sentence with a shrug.

And without fail- "You're gonna regret the day you applied to this school, you loser! I'll kill you!" 

Seeing Bakugo argue with the class and Midoryia's panicked expression made you burst out in a quiet and unexpected laughter. You leaned forward in your seat, closer to the green-haired boy sitting across from you

"Isn't it kind of funny how Sukis the one in class whose getting teased?" You asked the boy jokingly. 

Pulling up next to a dome-like building; Mr.Aizawa began scolding your class "Hey, hey, we're here. Stop messing around" 

"Yes, sir-" You mumbled out as Bakugo loudly stated 'Whatever' with a not very concealed eye roll. 

As you got up from your seat you accidentally cut Bakugo off; causing the two of you to agilely bump into each other. For a moment he just looked at you with a blank stare. 

"What? Is there something on my face?" You asked with a hint of nervousness in your voice.

The blonde quickly grunted and started to carefully push you off the bus. "No, idiot..."

Confusion was all over your face, and Bakugo could tell. The two of you awkwardly walked side by side stepping closer to the entrance of the building. 

...

"Hello, everyone! I've been waiting for you!"

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Author note:

Part five already??? I hope you enjoyed this :D

@confused-smol-fan @reads-stuff-quietly @b134ch-m4h-ey3z

#bnha #boku no hero academia #boku no hero acedamia #mha #mha x reader #my hero academia #bakugou katsuki #fanfic #mha bakugou #bakugou x reader

[purplethespian]

Waiting for Permission to Be Sick - Input Requested!

So, I got officially diagnosed with two chronic conditions last week. And the doctor explained to me the details of how these conditions affect my body, and what kinds of symptoms to look out for, and what I can expect life to look like going forward. And I got prescribed meds, and given detailed instructions for when to take them and any side effects I might experience and what to do to help myself feel better if I'm not feeling well, and all of that.

And I just. Haven't done it. I've started taking some of the meds, but not all of them, and like. There's no real reason for me not to? I'm just. Not doing it. Like I've looked up some products on Etsy to have like. Emergency medical info with me so that if I randomly black out or faint again in public, someone could see me and have info know what to do. And I've been looking at pins that say "I have an invisible disability" and aaaaaaaall sorts of stuff. Basically just window shopping for my chronic illness starter kit. But it's been over a week now and I haven't bought anything, and I seem to have convinced myself that I can't start taking my meds until I have all of my Items sorted out and prepared. And like -- there are some actual reasons for this, such as my schedule has been all over the place and my meds need to be taken at multiple times a day at certain intervals, and some with food and some without food, so I need to be able to have that stuff ready to go even when I'm out and about.

But I'm not. Actually doing the work to get everything sorted out and ready? I'm just window shopping. And today, I have been very tired all day because of the rain and because I did too much yesterday, and my head has been hurting because I'm still not over my concussion and I also probably did too much today, even though honestly all I did was go to one class and observe the whole time, and read a couple of emails. And I thought to myself, "well I guess I should take tylenol for my head, and I guess I can give myself permission to do that since my boyfriend is busy and can't tell me to take care of myself --- oh."

I have been waiting for someone to give me permission to identify as chronically ill! Even today I was like "I feel like I've managed to convince myself that I feel worse than I actually do, and I'm actually fine." Even though there would be no real reason for me to be doing that. And like. My head actually hurts! I really did and still do feel tired! And I've seen my test results, and I know that I have a chronic condition. It's been medically confirmed by a bunch of different tests, and multiple medical professionals have been like "yep you've got something wrong with you" (though using more professional and kind words, of course). All of this to say -- I have been waiting for someone to tell me that I am ill and it is chronic and that it is okay to spend money on taking care of myself and things that will make me feel better, even if it is only temporary like the excitement of buying a new pouch that says "This Bag Is Full of Drugs" specifically to keep my medical supplies in, or something to help keep me safe going forward like a medical alert key chain. The only question now is -- what do I do about this? How do I give myself permission to need help or extra accommodations or even just some medication when I never want to admit that I need or want help? I'm so used to being self-sufficient and doing everything by myself that I don't know how to be okay with more problems.

Has anyone else experienced something like this? What do you do? How do you learn to be okay with the fact that your body is not going to go back to the way it was before? I am only 22 and it's hard to accept that my life is not going to look the way I pictured it when I was 18.

#this post got a lot longer than i meant it to but it sort of turned into journaling halfway through #hopefully people still read it? #hopefully it was not too long to be worth reading? #it's just hard because like. i Already have dealt with a lot of problems in my life #and the whole reason i've been trying so hard to avoid getting covid and getting sick in general #among other reasons #is that i already have Ailments and i don't want more meds to worry about and things that have to be on my radar #and now with this diagnosis it's like yeah i have confirmation so at least the waiting to know is off my radar #but now i have more meds to worry about and more Scheduling that has to be done #plus i've already been pill shamed in the past by my older sister just for taking adhd meds #i don't want to get more shit from her for this #idk dude #just a lot on my plate and now there's more and it makes everything more complicated and harder #at least my boyfriend has been amazing though #he has been so supportive through everything and like he still wants to marry me and everything and it just feels really good #to have his support like that #i know people make jokes about someone talking about their partner and it's just their boyfriend matt #but my boyfriend matt really is my partner in everything and i love him #go matt #everyone applaud for matt #if you read this far into the tags i think you should get a cookie #and i hope you had/have a good day today #also though matt was like 'maybe you should get a cane for times when you have to stand up for a long time' and #idk if i'm ready for that #or if it's even necessary #idk #lots of things #too many things even #i'm tired of there being things #ALSO if anyone read this far and has any product recommendations that made their life easier please lmk

[woltourney]

ROUND 1 / SIDE A / POLL 4

Eleutherios (@trans-estinien) v. Katarh Mest (@katarh-mest)

Eleutherios:

q. What is your WoL name and pronouns? a. Eleutherios, He/Him

q. What is your WoL's species? a. Unsundered Ancient

q. What is your WoL's class? Or classes? a. Currently (as of 5.3 onwards) Eleutherios' main job is Dark Knight

q. What data centre/server are you on, if you want people to find you? a. Eleutherios Azem on Sargatanas, Aether!

q. Tell us a bit about your WoL! a. Have you ever thought "Huh, I wonder how the story of Final Fantasy XIV would change if Azem was never sundered?" WELL DO I HAVE THE WARRIOR OF LIGHT FOR YOU! Introducing Eleutherios! The lovable Azem who spent his days travelling Etheirys, caring for its people, and annoying the Convocation. Until everything fell apart, of course. On the eve of the Sundering, he denounced both the Convocation and Venat, choosing to find his own path to end the Final Days. Paths that didn't involve summoning gods or killing half of the star's population and then some. But Venat and the others had chosen their courses, and fate had been set. Now, Eleutherios should have died when Hydaelyn broke the world. But he did not. Why? Well, because of the timeline splitting in two. When? When a traveller from the future arrived in Elpis to learn the truth of the Final Days, of course. This traveller? Eleutherios himself. Hydaelyn had spared him from Her spell, making him Her chosen, in the same vein as the Unsundered Ascians being chosen to carry out Zodiark's will. Eleutherios believed the Ascians' plan to restore the world to what it once was foolish. Their people were dead. Nothing can fix that. They just have to push forward and make the best of the future they've been given. But his fellow Unsundered couldn't see this, trapped in their ideals of what the star should be. They needed to see it for what it is. But how could he expect the Convocation to do that, when the only one of them who ever seemed to care about the individual lives of the people was him? So someone has to fight for the new life springing up across the star. And thus began his great work. He's risen up to be the Warrior of Light countless times, over and over, for eons. With each Rejoining marking another failure. Time and time again he had to watch as everything he fought for was reduced to ash. Once, twice, seventh. It seemingly never ended. But what choice did he have? If he didn't fight against the Ascians, he was practically working for them by letting them get away with these atrocities. And so he carries onward as he's always done. But unbeknownst to him, this time was different. This time he meets the Scions of the Seventh Dawn. This time he travels to another Shard and manages to prevent a Rejoining. This time he isn't alone to face the second Final Days. This time, everything will finally be ok.

q. Why should YOU win? (Answer IC!) a. "Well, I'll be honest with you, I don't mind if I win or not. I just like participating and getting to know everyone! Oh, and I'll promise I'll hold back, for their sake. Though if they're Warriors of Light I'm sure they'll all hold up just fine! But if you want a serious answer about why I specifically should win, then…" [Eleutherios takes a moment to think.] "I should win based off of the fact that I have eons more experience in this whole 'Warrior of Light' business than the rest of them do. I've been at it since the Sundering! Not to say that my many, many years of experience is needed to be a Warrior of Light, or that I'm better than the rest, which couldn't be further from the truth. I think we all stand equal, sundered or not."

q. Anything else you wanna add? a. I have so much more lore for Eleutherios and I had to cut down this introductory essay by a LOT. I'm currently working on an extended version which covers ALL of his lore. If you want more Eleutherios content just send me an ask on tumblr, or scroll through the [#eleutherios (azem)] and [#unsundered azem au] tags! I'm always happy to talk about him!!

Katarh Mest:

q. What is your WoL name and pronouns? a. Katarh Mest, She/Her

q. What is your WoL's species? a. Highlander Hyur

q. What is your WoL's class? Or classes? a. Summoner/Scholar

q. What data centre/server are you on, if you want people to find you? a. Lamia

q. Tell us a bit about your WoL! a. Katarh grew up in Ala Mihgo, and left to study at the conjurer's guild when she was about fifteen. She lived there happily until the city fell, and her parents were killed. All her sisters survived because they too were in other city states. She served in the battle of Cartenau for Gridania as a healer, but disappeared until one day she found herself right back outside the city gates. No one remembered her. And she had no memory of the last five years. Still, there's always someone in need of healing, and she quickly found herself back at the conjurer's guild, starting over from scratch. She didn't mean to become a hero. Not the first time, and not later on. She discovered the art of summoning after visiting one of her sisters in Limsa (who DID remember her, but had no clue where she had been for the last few years) and switched from being a conjurer to an arcanist full time. Sometimes heroes are just in the right place at the right time, or so she thought. She does it because it's the right thing to do, although she wishes that she could have a bit more time to herself some days. She's middle aged, tired, and cranky. She swears like a sailor (too much time in Limsa.) In her free time, she likes to fish.

q. Why should YOU win? (Answer IC!) a. "I've seen some shit. And I'm probably old enough to be your mom. Of course I should win. Have you ever seen the size of the Nepto Dragon I hauled in two years ago?"

q. Anything else you wanna add? a. A WoL can be 45 and still be young at heart

#💎 round one #💎 shout #shadowbringers spoilers #endwalker spoilers

[writerdream22]

requested by: @winterxisxcomingx , I sincerely hope you like this ✨🌻💛

pairings: Jonathan Byers x reader, Joyce Byers x reader, etc.

warnings: none, except for a few curse words

feedbacks are always appreciated!

You and Jonathan were kind of the weirdos of Hawkins High. The oldest of the Byers children spent most of his time on photography-related matters, while you loved writing and taking inspiration on whichever thing happened to be in your field of view.

The both of you weren't that sociable; however, you had managed to become friends while you were in elementary school and were inseparable ever since.

You had a couple other friends, of course, but Jonathan was your best friend. He knew everything about you, just like your brother or your mother did, and you knew everything about him.

After so many years of knowing one another Joyce considered you to be a children of hers as you often went over to the Byers house, and your mother did the same with Jonathan.

Once in a while you organised sleepovers, either after a tiring week of school or on the weekdays (if you didn't have any important tests to revise for). That time, it was Jonathan who invited you over to watch scary movies and bake something together; you loved cooking, so you accepted immediately.

School had been particularly tiring that day, so you needed a good rest. After your last class, you hopped on your best friend's car and drove to the Byers house. Afterwards, you put your things into Jonathan's room and walked to the kitchen; he followed soon after.

“What do you want to make today?”

“Uhm... what about a cheescake?”

“Yes! I love cheescakes! I'll bring some to Dustin tomorrow, he'll love it for sure!”

You immediately started gathering the ingredients, and soon enough you were preparing the dessert. You were too busy trying not to make a mess to notice that Jonathan wasn't helping you out like always.

“Hey, Jo, get your ass back in here! I need help, you know? Or else I'll eat this cake all by myself!”

“Oh, I'm sure you will, y/n”

“Are you mocking me now?”

“I would never”

“Hey, don't— are you taking photos of me?”

“Uhm... yes?”

“Well, let me strike a pose, or else I won't look good at all!”

With that, Jonathan burst out laughing as you started making the strangest poses.

While others found this passion of his a bit creepy, taking photos of people without them noticing, you found it sweet. He liked observing people, just like you did; it was just his was of expressing his curiosity that was different.

Not long after, Jonathan put his camera away and started actively helping you. Unfortunately, it took you double the time needed to make the cheescake because you laughed at everything and were distracted by even the smallest things.

Suddenly, the phone started ringing. It wasn't Jonathan who went to answer, though; strangely enough, you picked up.

“Hi, this is the Henderson residence, how may I— no wait, this is the Byers residence. How may I help?”

“Y/n, it's me”

“Oh! Joyce, is everything ok?”

“Yes, yes. I just wanted to ley you know that I won't be home this evening. Bob Newby asked me to try this new restaurant and— I think I'll go”

“Well that's great! Do I need to pick Will up from Mike's?”

“Oh no, I'm going to take care of that. I'll be home by 10.30, ok? There's some leftovers in the fridge if you want anything to eat”

“Okay. I'll see you soon then— and good luck on your date!”

“Thank you, y/n. Say hi to Jonathan for me”

“I will!”

While you conversed with Joyce, you watched Jonathan. He was carefully mixing the last of the needed ingredients, and when you hung up he turned around; and he did notice you were observing him, but he didn't mind.

“All right. I think the cheescake is finished. Just need to put it in the fridge and we're done”

“Great. What do we do now?”

“We could watch a movie or two, just like we said”

You chose to watch Motel Hell and The Funhouse, which you'd watched plenty of times already, and Jonathan also made some popcorn just to have a snack.

Even though sleep was threatening to take over, you tried to stay awake and enjoy the time with your best friend.

“You're tired, uh?”

“Not at all”

“Your yawning says otherwise”

“I just never sleep that well, you know? And I'm exhausted at the end of the week”

“I understand... Well, we can go to sleep right know if you want to.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

“Thank you, Jo. You're the best”

“I know y/n”

He was just like that with you. Sarcastic, funny and witty. You were grateful that he felt comfortable enough to show this side of his.

You fell asleep almost immediately on Jonathan's bed; you always thought that the mattress was extremely soft, and that the bedsheets smelled amazing. You didn't know the exact reason why,but you felt at ease sleeping there.

You expected Jonathan to come in at one moment or another, but he didn't. Instead, you were woken up by a knock on the door.

“Come in”

“Oh, hey sleeping beauty”

“Hello prince charming”

“You slept quite a while, you know? It's almost 9.30pm .I didn't want to wake you up, but I made something to eat”

“What is it?”

“It's pasta. With tomato sauce and basil. Just how you like it”

“Thank you, Jo! I'll get up, I just— I have to brush my hair. It looks like I fought with a stray cat”

“Your hair is beautiful, y/n. Now eat, then we can taste that amazing cheescake”

The pasta was absolutely delicious, and so was the cheescake. Nonetheless, you thought the Graham cracker crust needed some more butter; it felt too dry.

After you ate everything you and Jonathan sat on the couch again and started watching The Funhouse, your second movie of the day. You found it to be quite scary, hence the fact that you held your hands on your face for most of the time. Jonathan, on the other hand, held his left arm around your shoulders while his right arm held yet another bowl of freshly made popcorn.

“Why can't we watch something else? I mean, why does it always have to be horror movies?”

“Oh, shush! Horror movies are the best!”

When Joyce and Will got back, they found out that the two of you had fallen asleep; Jonathan was sitting normally, while you had unconsciously put your head on his chest.

“Does this mean they're together, mom?”

“I don't know, honey”

You suddenly woke up in the middle of the night; after checking the clock on the wall, along with your wristwatch, you noted that it was 4am. You weren't that used to falling asleep before midnight, and you figured out that that was the reason why you had woken up so early.

Almost immediately you acknowledged the position you were in; practically holding your best friend like he was your favourite stuffed toy. It wasn't the first time you'd fallen asleep like that, but this time it felt different. It strangely felt more intimate. Needless to say, you were surprised and your heartbeat quickened.

You tried countless times to fall asleep, but you just couldn't. Your mind was flooded by thoughts regarding Jonathan and the relationship between the two of you. Was it just friendship or was there something more brewing? You really didn't know.

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[invincible-selfxmade-punk]

TEACHER RANT

75% of our kids failed the last test we had.

So we have to contact the parents of every kid that failed, tell them the test score and tell them that we are sending the test home for them to retake and that they won't get credit for it unless the parents sign it.

And that's only half of it because for every single kid we do that for we have to fill out a data sheet on it which takes about a minute and a half each.

I teach 108 kids a day!

From 4:20 to 6:00 I'd done about 10 kids so far!!

I gave up and went home knowing I still have so much to do. We had about 15 kids out sick with either strep, flu, or covid today. For every kid that is out I have to cut out their notes and glue them into their notebooks for them --already filled out so they will have them.

I worked through lunch and finally managed to get the first three classes worth of kids done.

I've got kids that literally only show up once every 3 weeks. And yet we are expected to keep them completely updated on every single thing and have their work ready for them and get them ready to take test when they're never here long enough to absorb anything.

And those 75% of the kids that failed they had all of the answers in their notes. They were allowed to use their notes. We gave them the answers over and over probably three or four times each during note-taking. So either they were too busy talking to each other to take the notes to begin with. Or if they are some kind of special needs where we have to take the notes for them and glue them into their book they were too lazy to open up the book and look for the answer. Literally the answer to 98% of the questions were straightforward from the notes literally written word for word and yet most of the scores were in 30% range.

I have one class that only has nine kids in it. Nine kids that's all. But they are all so low level except for one girl. The one girl that is high level is just crazy. All she wants to do is run around pick on people get physical with people grab them pull their hair throw their things around. She's probably one of the few people that could actually do and understand the work but she just acts out all the time. One girl is one of the kids that only shows up once every 3 months and even then she has so many special needs she's pretty much not going to be able to do much of anything in class. And the others while they're medium to low level they are perfectly capable of taking notes and going back and finding the answers.

Aside from one kid who made a 68 the rest of them made in the 30s because they were too lazy to go back to their nose and look anything up and who gets in trouble for that? ME.

I am basically told I'm a shitty teacher, I have no classroom management skills, and I don't know what I'm doing if I cannot make six kids past their test.

Speaking of futility I don't know what it is about this year's set of kids that they have no memory for the smallest things.

When we got our library schedule I told every class Thursday is our library day. The next morning the first thing I heard;

"Are we going to the library today?"

"No, today is Tuesday we go on Thursday."

Next child in line coming in to class:

"Are we going to the library today?"

"No , today is Tuesday we go on Thursday."

Repeat from every single kid to walk into my classroom every single class all day. 108 kids!!!!And then the next day:

"MISS!!! Are we going to the library today?"

"No, today is Wednesday. We go on Thursday."

EVERY OTHER KID, EVERY CLASS, ALL DAY LONG FOR THE FIRST 4 MONTGS OF SCHOOL!!!

If something doesn't change I do not understand how these kids are going to be able to hold jobs or do or learn anything.

I just don't understand it. 85% of them are like this and it is really only the gifted and talented ones which are dwindling every single year that have even the most basic memory and recall ability much less critical thinking.

#teaching #4th grade #library day #failed test #no accountability #lazy kis? blame the teacher #futility

[liyawritesss]

How you doing today love? I've been in my Gojo kinnie era because of this angst fic series I'm reading and MHA has been letting me down lately so imma turn to my HQ boys because they will never let me down.

Can I request the Karasuno Third Years meeting their s/o's parents? Whatever event they meet their s/o's parents is up to you.

ᴍᴇᴇᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛꜱ

Pairing: Sawamura Daichi, Sugawara Koushi, Azumane Asahi x GN!Black!Reader

Genre: Headcanons

Synopsis: What would it be like to bring the third year Karasuno boys home to your family?

Warnings: reader has both parents

A/N: Hello my love <3 I’m doing alright, cramps are killing me tho :(. I’m sorry MHA aint hitting for you, I haven’t gotten back into it cuz I was waiting for all of s5 to drop but i haven’t gotten back to it yet. I think MHA is coming down from it’s peak hype lmao but this aint the post to talk about that. This is for the Karasuno boys!!

Sawamura Daichi

The Karasuno volleyball team had just got done with practice. You had come to watch the boys and give some help to Kiyoko while she was still trying to find a new manager for the team.

Your parents were coming to pick you up, as it was late at night and you lived a ways away, and absolutely refused to have an exhausted Daichi walk you home when he lived in the opposite direction of you

Your parent’s pulled up to the front of the school and, without thinking, you and Daichi waved at them. Your parents knew you had interest in a boy from your class, but had never pressed any further on the topic - they wanted you to come to them about it in your own time. 

Sheepishly the both of you approached the car, and you introduced the tall brunette to your mother and father. Daichi was polite and sheepish, trying to not make a fool of himself. It was an impromptu meeting, but deep down he was glad that it finally happened. 

Since then, your parents  will sometimes hint about meeting the tall brunette again, under more approrpiate settings, and you’d expertly dodge the question, unsure of how Daichi would take the idea. But to your surprise, he more than agrees, joking that if you two are to marry one day, he doesn’t want the first real meeting of your parents being at the alter.

Sugawara Koushi

You were hosting a pastry stand at the Karasuno school festival, and even with his busy schedule with practice and matches with other schools, Suga was there to help you with the setup of your stand

You appreciated his help greatly, and showed it by giving him kisses throughout his time helping you out. And he absolutely adored your affection, so it was an added bonus for him helping you out.

You’d finally finished setting up everything, you were just waiting for your parents to bring the pastries that had been kept warm at home. You had your arms around Sugawara’s neck, his arms around your waist, just off in your own little world. You hardly notice your parents approaching your stand, and its only when you feel Sugawara stiffen that you turn to see them.

Your mom and dad are holding the containers with your pastries inside, trying not to show that they were flustered by the sight of you and your boyfriend (who they haven’t met, but have heard much about) very close and intimate. 

Sugawara remains stiff and on edge the entire time your parents are there, and probably ends every other sentence with an “I’m so sorry” because this was not the way he wanted to meet your family. And at the remark from your father to one day have dinner together so that he can have a redo, the poor boy flushes bright red.

Azumane Asahi

Your parents were having a small get together at your house, and having heard so much about the boy you were seeing, they suggested you bring him over so that they could meet him formally

Asahi, like in anything, was a nervous wreck. He fretted over what to wear, what to do with his hair, how much cologne he should wear, and most importantly, what to say to your parents when the time came.

If possible he would like to not let go of your hand. He needs you for grounding. This man will die on the spot if he loses sight of you, especially around the parents of the girl he’s dating

At first your folks are skeptical, because due to his older appearance, they think you’re dating some kind of delinquent who was held back. But after straightening out the misconception, they’re more than welcoming to the volleyball player. Your mother marvels at his height, and your dad enjoys talking sports with him.

Though he was nervous the entire night, Asahi’s glad that the inevitable was finally done. He wouldn’t have done it if he truly didn’t love you and didn’t see a future with you. Now all he has to worry about is asking your dad for your hand in marriage. Yup, no pressure at all.

If you enjoyed, please leave a like, comment, and reblog for others to see! And don't be shy to send a request!

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[sparxaf]

TSIME: Meet Bobby's Crew (part 2)

So we met the Russo-Bells, who apparently look nothing like how @longbobmckenzie imagined. So, I'm here to ruin your day again, with some more of Bobby's inner circle 😆

Meet Maitland (my favorite):

Interesting facts:

🗸 Grew up in an extremely happy, functional family that swore a lot. Has several siblings. Is especially close to her mam, who is a chain-smoking factory worker.

🗸 Smoker.

🗸 Is a bit of a musical genius. She plays the drums, bass guitar, piano, violin, and has a singing voice best described as, Annie Lennox after a shot of whiskey and a couple cigarettes.

🗸 Briefly attended the Royal Conservatoire of Scotland but dropped out after less than a semester. "Why'd I quit? Cuz, everyone has their heads up their arses, smellin' their own fuckin' farts, that's why."

🗸 She met Nivaan at RCS and they ended up friends. They have a shared love of old school punk music, so they started Paisley Cuddle together.

🗸 Never been in a relationship.

🗸 Had sex twice. Didn't care for it.

🗸 Makes extra money doing gig/session work, but the job she actually likes is teaching music classes for a local music shop. She's a very popular, sought-after instructor, especially for drums, as she's entertaining and foul-mouthed, but also surprisingly patient with the kids.

🗸 Has a fundamental disdain for labels of all kinds, and would never label herself as NB or demi-anything, despite likely being both. "Call me whatever you want. You don't need ta' know my fuckin' business, you arsebadger."

🗸 Once dreamed of being a football hooligan.

🗸 Secretly loves Hannah Montana. "What? No, not Miley, you fuckin' tube. Hannah. Montana. It's different. And if you wanna keep yer teeth, you won't be tellin' anyone."

Meet Jonno:

Interesting facts:

🗸 Was an abrasive and lonely child. He literally saw Bobby and said, "You're my best friend now." And Bobby just rolled with it.

🗸 Allegedly has the ability to be funny, though no one but Bobby claims to have seen it happen.

🗸 A bit of a shapeshifter. Worked in the hospital because Bobby did. Baked because Bobby did. Would never admit to anyone (not even himself) that Bobby is his hero.

🗸 Somehow manages to get tons of one-night stands. But there are ZERO repeat customers.

🗸 Despite being a pig, Jonno understands and respects consent. Because when he was 19, he he grabbed Maitland's arse at a pub, and still has the x-ray of his broken nose to prove it. Knowledge unlocked.

🗸 His mam bailed when he was four. He hasn't seen her since. He was raised by his dad (and his dad's long-term girlfriend who didn't like him very much). Has one older half-brother who bullied him pretty badly as a kid.

🗸 Besides being able to fart Scotland's national anthem, his only other notable skill is fixing up and reselling antiques. He has an eye for what can be spruced up. So he spends a lot of his free time sanding and staining old furniture and fixing lamps that don't switch on anymore. Then he sells them at flea markets and makes a tidy profit.

Meet Fenella:

Interesting facts:

🗸 Parents are incredibly wealthy. She is the youngest of three.

🗸 Was a competitive highland dancer as a kid. Is very embarassed about it.

🗸 Parents wanted her to go to university but she felt it was bourgeoisie and refused. So they made her get a job and she was pretty upset about it. So she used this as an opportuity to live as someone who wasn't rich and did this for years, working minimum wage jobs, living under bridges sometimes, and never telling anyone about her family.

🗸 Despite her distaste for the bourgeoisie, she made sure to return home when she was twenty to get her trust fund. Then she spent the whole thing on a coffee shop that she has absolutely no idea how to manage. She's done well because she had plenty of starting capital and actually does serve great coffee, but her trust fund is basically gone now, so she has no safety net and no idea how to budget.

🗸 Took a class on auras once, so she's pretty much an expert now.

🗸 Has been dating someone called Marti for many years. Marti is in a folk band and makes macrame. They were browbeat into veganism by Fen, but they secretly love bacon and eat it whenever Fenella isn't around.

🗸 The two have an open relationship, but that doesn't stop Fen from getting "choked by the ties of the pair bond," and breaking up with Marti every six months or so.

🗸 Very sensitive to criticism and has a strong fear of being disliked.

🗸 Donates coffee and tea to the Homeless Project Scotland, as well as to women's shelters, and several charitable organizations in her area. She also does volunteer work for HPS. She knows the names of many of the local homeless folx and once a week, she invites them to come for free baked goods and coffee.

Meet Nivaan:

Interesting facts:

🗸 Wealthy family. Born in Bangalore. Family moved to Scotland when he was six years old. His father, previously a holistic physician, was a stay-at-home dad. His mum is a highly-regarded physicist.

🗸 He has six sisters. He is the baby and the only boy in the entire expanded family. His uncles and aunts all have girls. So he was surrounded by women growing up and has an amazing rappaport with them.

🗸 Loves old school punk music.

🗸 Going back hundreds of years, no one in his family has ever eaten meat.

🗸 He graduated from the Royal Conservatoire of Scotland with an MA in Musical Theater. But his theater career never really took off.

🗸 Talented guitarist and singer. Can dance his ass off. Makes a healthy income from TikTok thirst traps, much to his mother's dismay and his father's amusement.

🗸 Sings four octives. Has a resonant bass voice with an impressively clear, ringing falsetto. Think Avi Kaplan [previously of Pentatonix].

🗸 Met Maitland at RCS. One night they took a heroic dose of shrooms while listening to Hüsker Dü, and decided to start a punk band. The next morning , they stumbled up off the floor where they'd slept sprawled on top of a broken guitar for some reason, and found a note on his kitchen counter that read, "Paisley fookin' cuddle, wankstains!" in Maitland's scrawling handwriting. Neither of them can quite remember what the hell it meant, but they decided Paisley Cuddle was as good of a name as any for a punk band.

Meet Samantha:

Interesting facts:

🗸 Born in the highlands. Parents are traveling folk musicians. Moved around a lot as a young child. Home educated. Never went to traditional school.

🗸 Has an older brother with a relatively successful career making avante-gard pop folk. No one knows what that is, but dammit, they're all proud.

🗸 Loves gardening. Started a garden when she was ten years old and in just a year was growing all of the vegetables for her family.

🗸 Has published four popular and successful poetry books under a pen name.

🗸 Has a tattoo of a turnip crossed with an ink pen on her ribs.

🗸 Likes working lots of different kinds of jobs so she's never bored.

🗸 Has seen films, but has never watched television and doesn't own a tv.

🗸 Once went a whole month without weed. She's still recovering from the trauma.

Stay tuned for part 3 to meet Bobby's family!

#litg fanfic#litg bobby#bobby mckenzie#litg tsime#tsime#character introduction#character creation#litg the sun in my eyes

[milarqui]

Scarlet Lady: Dark Cupid

Directory | Syren

Adrien had always wanted to come to school.

He had never thought it would involve anything like what Mme. Bustier was 'teaching' them now.

“In most fairy tales, the prince breaks the spell by kissing the princess. Can anyone tell me why?” the teacher said, as he finished writing his first love letter.

Alright, he understood that she thought it was thematically appropiate, but... really?

“Oh, ooh!” Rose said, jumping from her seat. “Because only love can conquer hate!”

“Exactly,” Mme. Bustier said, proudly smiling at Rose.

“Yet only approximately 32% of those kisses were consensual.”

Max's stony declaration – along with his stony expression – fell on the cheerful ambiance like... a stone.

At least, that's what Adrien thought, particularly considering that the teacher's smile had turned very awkward from one moment to another.

“OKAY!” Mme. Bustier said, clearly trying to change the subject. “Happy Valentine's Day!”

Yeah, awkward.

----

With the day finished, Kagami was putting her things back into her backpack, when Ondine came up to her.

“Kagami, is Valentine's Day different in Japan?”

“A bit, though I've never participated before,” she replied. She remembered how the girls would hand chocolate to the boys they liked (or not – that was what 'obligation chocolate' was for, apparently) and the boys would then give back white chocolate a month later. But, with her mother's... presence metaphorically behind her, she had never tried. “Do you have plans, Ondine?”

Ondine smiled, blushing.

“Well, I'm really hoping Kim asks me to be his girlfriend! I'm the one who confessed, so it's his turn to make a move!”

Kagami nodded, smiling.

I'm proud of Ondine for striking first.

“Oh! Can I call you later and tell you how it goes?” Ondine asked, pulling out her phone.

“Sure,” she replied, doing the same.

She would do the best to help her one friend in the school happy.

And she also made plans for the future.

If he hurts her, I'll maim him, she decided.

----

The bell rang, and everyone began to pack their things. Some of them had plans for the day, after all, and others just wanted to finally be free for the day.

“You ready, dude?” Nino asked.

“Y-Yeah, hold on,” he replied, still writing. He would have finished earlier, but it was hard to hide it all with all the classes they had had!

“Adridarling~”

Suddenly, a claw hand snatched the letter he had been writing.

“Whatcha working on? A love letter for moi?”

“HEY! Give that back!” he yelled, trying to reach out before she could read it.

If she read that out loud, it would mess up his plans completely!

Fortunately, she did not read it out loud, but she still read it. Then she looked at him, confused.

“Adrien, you got my description wrong. I have cornflower eyes and golden hair.”

What the hell? Why did she think this would be for her?

“The description is correct. You're the one that's wrong.”

She began to wave the letter in the air.

“Tell me right now who this is for if not me!”

“Ah! Um!”

He couldn't answer that! Marinette was right there!

He had to come up with something, quick!

Who did he know that looked like Marinette?

Think, think, think –

“IT'S FOR MARIGOLD!”

“WHAT?!” Alya and Chloé yelled simultaneously.

“Really?” Nino asked, surprised.

“Huh?!”

Alya looked at her friend, who was blushing so much.

“Why are you embarrassed?”

Alya approached Nino, who began to blush.

“How did you not know who your own best friend is crushing on?” she asked, curious.

“I-I don't know! We don't talk about that stuff!”

“How?!”

“Look, dude, it isn't like it's my business who my bro likes!”

----

“Stupid Foolsgold–Bumbling Bee–Marimold! I'll make myself Adrien's Valentine!”

Tikki sighed.

“Chloé, please, this is pathetic.”

“SHUT UP.”

What had she done to deserve... this?

----

Marinette had managed to extricate herself from Alya's grip to get some time alone in the bathroom... so she could come to terms with what Adrien had just said.

“I never thought Adrien would get a crush on Marigold!” she thought, her cheeks still burning.

“You left quite the impression, My Queen!” Pollen cheered, as she bashfully looked away, her fingertips touching each other.

“It is pretty flattering, someone as nice as Adrien liking me. Or a version of me.”

“Flattering!”

“And brave! If he put his feelings out there, I have to answer properly!”

“So brave!”

She had to see if she could visit him as Marigold!

----

Outside the bathroom, all Alya could hear was Marinette apparently talking to herself.

“You sure have strange ways of dealing with bad news, girl,” she commented, even though she knew Marinette couldn't hear her.

----

“'In love with Marigold?' First I've heard, lover boy!” Plagg mockingly exclaimed, and Adrien gave him an exasperated look.

“You know the plan was to give Marinette the poem as Chat Noir. I panicked!”

“Ooo, romantic.”

He stood from his chair and went to the window, almost slamming his face on it.

“Now everyone thinks I love Marigold. Even Marinette! But I suppose it could be worse.”

He sighed.

“I could've said Scarlet Lady.”

“HA!”

----

“Operation: Valentine's Day commencing. After much online research, I've concluded this jewel to be the most popular,” Max declared, handing a heart-shaped box to Kim.

“Awesome, Max!” Kim replied, thankful for his best friend's aid.

Almost as if smelling prey, Alya and Marinette showed up, flanking Kim as he admired the jewel Max had found.

“Oo, shiny! Is it for moi?” Alya joked, causing Kim to flush as he realized the girls had just caught him in the middle of planning.

“Negative, Alya, the recipient is–”

Kim quickly jumped to cover Max's mouth.

“Shh, Max! It's supposed to be a secret!” he said, embarrassed.

“It's Ondine, right?” Alya said, smiling, while Marinette gave him a glare.

“It better be Ondine.”

Kim began to sweat.

“How'd you know...?”

“You know how she feels! Go for it!” Marinette encouraged him giving him a thumbs up, along with Alya and Max.

“She'll love it!” Alya said. So encouraged, Kim began to run for the place where he had agreed to meet Ondine, while waving goodbye at his friends.

“Thanks, guys!” he shouted, quickly turning around a corner, and Alya turned to Max with a smirk.

“I'm surprised to see you playing Cupid, Max,” she noted: given his usual approach to romance, it was a tad curious.

“Oh, not at all,” Max replied. “Ondine is a commendable character and Kim is happy.”

He adjusted his glasses.

“As long as they keep the PDA to a minimum, I am content.”

Alya tried to reply, but then she thought it over and realized she was pretty much on the same horse.

“Fair.”

----

She may have been the unofficial Adrien Fanclub president, but she thought that the other girls were taking this love for Adrien a bit too far.

Mireille was hugging the advert column where his latest ad was now hanging, and Jeanne was actually praying to it!

“Mireille, this is excessive,” she noted.

“Shh, Aurore,” Mireille replied, somehow basking on the feeling of the Adrien in the poster even though it was attached to a cold metal column.

“Ha! Dream on, girls!”

Sighing at what was likely to be another annoyance, Aurore and her fellow fans turned to see Chloé Bourgeois holding the same poster as in the advert column, but smaller, and with something handwritten on the corner.

“Adrien is already mine,” she crowed, but Aurore could easily see how false it was. Even a five-year-old child would have been able to make a better fake of Adrien Agreste's signature.

“Hey, that's not Adrien's signature!” Suhayla exclaimed, handily making it unnecessary for her to point out the same.

Not that she'd save Bourgeois a few stabs.

“We're his fanclub, who're you trying to fool?” she asked her, and she was rewarded by the other girl's embarrassed face as she realized her bluff had been called.

“Lying about that, that's so pathetic!” Vivienne shouted at Bourgeois, who hugged her fake autographed poster as if it were worth anything (outside of Adrien's face, that is).

“HOW DARE YOU!”

Heh, truth clearly hurt her.

By the time they were done, Bourgeois would be unable to claim the same thing again.

----

Marinette heard the running up the stairs to her room, and turned to see Alya holding a giant heart-shaped card as if it were some kind of treasure.

“Marinette~ look!”

“What's that for?” she asked, legitimately curious.

“Don't give up so easily! You gotta tell him how you feel!” Alya said.

“Thanks, Alya, but I couldn't begin to figure out how to give it to him,” she replied. Granted, if there was an akuma around, he would show up and fight, but she had promised not to appear in Akuma fights (that was what Marigold was for).

Maybe he would appear at her rooftop tonight...

“Why would that be hard?” Alya asked, shaking her off her daydream. “We know where he lives.”

She blinked.

It looked like they weren't on the same level.

“Who are you talking about?” she asked.

“Who are you talking about?” Alya asked.

Alya decided to pull her out as Marinette explained her love for Paris' best hero, and it was like something switched in her best friend.

“Chat Noir?! That's who you're into?!”

“Is that weird?” she asked.

“Oly if you were literally anyone else!” Alya replied, pulling from her arm and starting to run. “C'mon, let's track him down!”

“WHOA!”

----

Kim was waiting at the Pont des Arts, present in hand, ready for the most important moment of his life. It had taken him long – perhaps too much – in realizing that Ondine liked him, and also that he liked her back.

Then again, he had to admit he was kinda dense.

But, well, Max had come through and (as with many other things) had helped him find the way to finally ask Ondine if she wanted to be his girlfriend!

(He'd have to find a way to pay him back for all the stuff he had helped him with)

He could already imagine her face, smiling and shining as she said yes. Perhaps she might even want to give him a kiss!

“That's right, framed with 24-carat gold. Deliver it to Le Grand Paris.”

When he heard that voice, he felt his blood freezing up in his veins.

“Oh, no. Chloé.”

If she realized he was here, he just knew she was going to ruin everything.

He tried to will himself to become transparent. Invisible. Non-existant. Anything, as long as Chloé Bourgeois didn't notice he was there!

It shouldn't be that hard – it wasn't as if she cared about him on a good day!

“Bill it to Daddykins – uh, Mayor Bourgeois.” Then Chloé looked at him. “Huh? What are you doing here? Hm?”

“Uh, this is a public bridge,” he pointed out, as he tried to think of something to get rid of her before Ondine appeared.

“Oh, wow, you're really trying this with me, Kim?”

“Huh?!”

He definitely didn't understand what Chloé was about now, and definitely didn't like Chloé's face.

He was not religious at all, but suddenly something he knew was from the Bible sprung up in his mind.

My Lord, why hast thou forsaken me?

Chloé then walked up to him, and he tried to stay away, but she just wouldn't stop!

“Sorry, Kim, but my heart belongs to someone way more interesting than you!”

Kim briefly wondered what was going through Chloé's mind to make her think his present was for her.

Then again, that was the usual for Chloé.

“What are you –?!”

“Kim?”

He felt his blood freeze again.

Oh. No. No. No. No. NONONONONONONONONONONONO!

Not now!

“Ondine!” he shouted, turning to the girl. “It's not what it sounds like!”

“Who? Oh, right.” And because Chloé was what she was, she proceeded to make a mess of everything. AGAIN. “Do you mind, Hulk girl? I'm trying to turn down this loser, go away!”

The sight of Ondine's tears pooling around her eyes was like an arrow through his heart, and not the funny cute ones. No, it was the pain of knowing he had (accidentally) caused the girl pain that was coursing through him.

“SORRY TO HAVE BOTHERED YOU!” Ondine yelled, turning around and running away, and Kim felt his heart breaking in pieces.

“ONDINE, WAIT!” he shouted, but he was too late, and all he could do was watch as the girl he liked ran away in tears.

“Ha ha! Don't you hate how harsh love can be?” Chloé said, but he ignored her, kneeling on the ground, not even paying attention as the waste of air that had just ruined his life left.

Not even paying attention to the black butterfly landing on the brooch he had wanted to give to Ondine as a sign of his feelings.

Not even paying attention as a bow appeared on his hand, and wings on his back.

Not even paying attention as he was called Dark Cupid.

But then... he paid attention.

“No love affair or friendship will escape my fury! No one will ever love again!” he shouted, lifting off and flying away.

If he couldn't be with the girl he loved... then no one would be with the ones they loved.

And his arrows met their targets.

“Get off me!”

“Ah!”

“I hate you!”

----

Juleka and Rose had decided to take a walk for their Valentine's date. It was the usual for them: low key, nice, no need for anything grand. Maybe they could duck into a cafe later and enjoy a bit of privacy?

But then, Rose shouted.

“AH!”

“ROSE!” Juleka shouted, briefly seeing a large arrow sticking out of her girlfriend's back before it disappeared.

“Get off of me!” Rose screamed shoving her off, much to her shock.

“What?!” She couldn't understand what was going on. What would make her sweet Rose act like that?

“I hate how tall and gorgeous you are! Makes me sick!” Rose angrily shouted.

Juleka wasn't certain of how to feel.

“Am I supposed to be insulted?” she asked.

This looked like another Akuma in the making. Hopefully, the heroes would fix this.

She wanted her sweet, gentle Rose back!

----

Both girls were tired, and had decided to buy large candy hearts so they could eat them while sitting at the first bench they could find.

“So, tracking down Chat Noir is harder than I thought,” Alya noted, licking her candy heart.

“No kidding,” she replied, doing the same with her own candy. Alya then saw something on the sky.

“Hey, what's that?”

Suddenly, a winged figure with a bow in hand flew in front of them.

“Every heart must be broken!” the obvious Akuma shouted, firing an arrow at Alya.

“AH!”

“ALYA!”

Before she could further react, Alya – whose lips were now black, somehow – turned around and slapped the sticky candy heart on her chest.

“Ha! Like Chat Noir would even want a Valentine from a nobody like you!” Alya said, running away while giving out an evil laugh. Marinette looked down at the candy before turning to her fleeing friend.

“I'll ignore that because you look good in black lipstick!” she shouted at the retreating form, before ducking away.

What the hell had happened with Kim, anyway?

----

“I said 24-carat, not 18-carat! That won't match my 24-carat bathtub!” Chloé yelled into her cellphone. “You bunch of nimrods!”

Unseen by her, Dark Cupid readied one of his arrows, prepared to finally ruin the one that had ruined his attempt to confess.

But, as he was aiming, something hit him in the face, making his shot go wide.

“Ah!”

“Stop it, Kim!”

“Marigold!” He could recognize that spinning top anywhere – and then both heroes stepped in between him and his target. “And Chat Noir! Don't get in my way!”

“Then maybe don't be so loud and obvious,” Chat Noir replied, before both heroes turned to see something else.

“Ew, what is that?” Chat Noir wondered.

That happened to be a copy of the latest Gabriel Agreste perfume ad, showing Adrien in front of the Eiffel Tower. For some reason, the lower part had been ripped out.

And, worst of all, it was framed in gold.

“Scary,” Marigold said, pondering how bad Chloé's stalkering was that she would do this.

“Mind your own business!” the aforementioned stalker yelled.

“I am Dark Cupid!” the Akumatized Kim said, aiming with another of his rose-shaped arrows at the group. “If I can't have love, no one can!”

Chat Noir quickly began to twirl his baton, preventing Dark Cupid from having a clean shot on Chloé, while Marigold began to push the girl to safety.

“Chloé, get inside!” she urged, but Chloé didn't seem to be worried.

“Why? There's no reason for Kim to have something against me,” she replied.

Marigold was dumbfounded... that Chloé actually thought that.

“What.”

“Oh, wait! It's my signed Adrien poster he's jealous of! Go protect it!” Chloé said.

And she shoved her.

Away from Chat Noir's protective shield.

“What–”

And the arrow struck.

“AH--!”

“Marigold!” Chat Noir yelled. He wasn't certain of the effect the arrow would have... but he was certain it wouldn't be good. “Goldie–?”

“SHUT UP!” Marigold suddenly shouted, glaring at him. “I hate that disgusting nickname almost as much as I hate you! You and that blonde pest, I hate with all my heart!”

“HEY!” Chloé complained.

Nobody cared.

Without warning, Marigold threw her spinning top at Chat Noir.

“How do you like that!”

Barely able to dodge it, Chat Noir saw as his partner's weapon instead shattered the glass and tore apart the poster bearing his civilian self's resemblance.

“No! My poster!”

Chat Noir smiled. Alright, this Akuma had done something good, after all.

“I like that very much, thanks!” he replied.

“$@#€!” Marigold didn't seem to agree with his opinion, though.

“My posterrrrr...” Chloé cried out, but, to be honest, Chat Noir didn't give a damn about the thing.

“Run, Chloé!” he ordered, and finally the girl understood the stakes and ran away.

“EEEK!”

While shouting, that is.

With the civilian out of the way, Chat Noir turned to his partner, who was twirling her spinning top around and glaring at him.

“Square up, Chat Noir,” she declared.

“I don't want to fight you, Marigold!” he replied. He couldn't hurt his partner! Her grimace of anger was not very favoring.

“Ugh, your kindness and friendliness is insufferable,” the corrupted heroine declared.

Chat Noir wasn't certain what to make of it.

“Wow, you're really bad at being mean. Thank you?” he answered, sheepishly hoping it would–

“SHUT UP!”

Alright, it wouldn't.

----

In her blind rush to get away from Kim – who seemed to be really jealous of her, for some reason – Chloé didn't see the stand with several flower pots and tripped on it, sending the plants arse over teakettle and covering her with dirt.

“OW! Ughhh...” she complained, trying to stand up again while shaking off the pain and disorientation.

“Whoa. Now that's a look!”

“Wait until Alix sees this!”

“Hey!” she shouted, getting back to her knees and seeing Liar Rossi and Sabrina taking photos of her.

“Have you been hit by the Akuma?! How dare you take my picture!”

“What Akuma?” both girls asked, while Kim just laughed at her misery.

“HA!”

----

Marigold may have been doing this for a much shorter time than him... but she was still a very good fighter, as evidenced by the fact that he had his hands full trying to deflect her spinning top with his baton.

“How can I overcome all this hate inside you?” he asked. Maybe she would slip and say something that would let him get his partner back!

“You can't! Hate conquers all!” she replied.

The prince breaks the spell by kissing the princess.

Because only love can conquer hate!

That was from class that morning.

Oh, goodness, maybe that was worth the attempt.

“I never imagined my first kiss would be like this.”

He wanted to give that to Marinette, after all.

“What are you on about, you creep?!”

Whoops. He had said that out loud. And now Marigold knew what he intended to do.

Welp. If it had to be this way...

He quickly jumped at Marigold, who began to run away.

“Come take your medicine!” he shouted, even though he knew it wasn't going to work.

“Get back you freak!” Marigold shouted at him. Still, he gave pursuit, knowing it was his only hope of stopping this Akuma.

Instinct made him stop right on his track, which proved wise as one of Dark Cupid's arrows landed at his feet.

“AH!”

By the time he was able to recover position, Marigold was half-hiding behind Dark Cupid's form, sticking her tongue at him.

“How're you gonna fight both of us now?” the Akuma taunted him, but he wasn't deterred.

“Ha! I can take you!”

“I've arrived, sidekick!”

He sighed. Just when he thought things could go nice for once...

“Well, there goes my odds,” he complained.

Scar summoned Lucky Charm (a candy heart this time) while he kept his baton in front, deflecting the arrows Dark Cupid was firing.

“Got a plan, Scar?” he asked, even though he knew asking was futile.

“I'll deal with the birdbrain, you focus on Stinkbug!” she shouted, jumping into the air.

“And what do you think you can do with a candy heart?” Dark Cupid mockingly called out as he prepared another arrow.

“THIS, @#$% FACE!” Scar shouted, throwing the candy... which, on impact, exploded, covering Dark Cupid in a sticky mess.

“Ew, what the hell?!”

“THAT'S WHAT YOU GET!” Scar yelled, and he cast a brief glance at her.

“You're sure fired up,” he commented, deflecting one of Marigold's attacks while surprised that Scar could actually be competent. Then he couldn't do much more, as Marigold redoubled her attacks, forcing him to stay concentrated in the fight.

“You would not believe my day! I got snubbed for Mari-mold of all people, my Valentine was laughed at and then ruined, and I was chased into a flower stand and destroyed my hair!” he heard Scar complain, but he paid no mind – particularly when Marigold had just summoned Venom and was threatening to use it on him.

“Scar, I'm glad you're actually pulling your weight for once, but now is not the time!” he shouted, but that momentary distraction was more than enough to allow Marigold to trip him, leaving him at her mercy.

“Marigold! His Miraculous!” Dark Cupid ordered, even tangled up as he was in candy.

“Ready to lose your fur, Minou?” Marigold asked, smirking, as she prepared to sting him.

“Geez, can't you handle anything on your own?!” Scar shouted, and before his eyes the yo-yo got tied up around Marigold's arm.

“Ugh!” Marigold complained... but this was the moment.

Carefully putting his hands around her face, he brought her down...

And their lips connected.

It felt... it actually felt quite nice. Tingly. Her lips were so soft, and he could even get a hint of something sweet on her.

It may not have been Marinette – but it sure was a close second to what he thought it would be if he ever got to kiss her.

He was so into kissing Marigold, that he forgot where he was.

“Do we need to come back at another time?”

“AH! WHAT–?” Marigold asked, clearly confused and shocked at where she was.

Time to finish this!

----

Marigold was utterly confused. She had been in Chloé's room, and Chloé had pushed her away from her, and then something had hit her – and now she was outside the hotel, with Scarlet's yo-yo around her arm, and herself pinning Chat Noir against the ground for some reason.

Before she could react, Chat Noir stood up and grabbed her by the waist.

“Sorry, Ma Belle, it's time to fly!” he announced.

“Wuh?”

Before she could ask anything else, Chat Noir threw her at Dark Cupid, and she instinctively put her hands ahead, accidentally hitting the Akuma with Venom – and how had that come out at all? – and paralyzing him.

“Wha-oh!”

“The brooch, wanna-bee!” Scarlet yelled. She briefly recognized it from the box Kim had shown her and Alya earlier, so she grabbed it, and Kim soon recovered his form.

“Good job, Goldie!” Chat Noir cheered.

“Yaaaay?” she tried to cheer, but failed.

Mostly because no one would even tell her what had just happened.

----

Kim shook himself awake, and realized he was no longer in the Pont des Arts. And also surrounded by ladybugs.

“How did I–” he began to ask, before he was interrupted.

“Get here? By being the worst at handling rejection from a pretty girl, that's how!” Scarlet Lady shouted, stoking his anger as he stood up and towered over her.

“Who, Chloé?” he asked in disgust. “I wasn't even trying to as her out in the first place!”

He covered his face in anguish.

“But thanks to her, I'll be lucky if Ondine even talks to me, let alone agrees to be my girlfriend!”

He ignored Scarlet Lady's disgusted answer – which sounded so much like Chloé's would be – as he tried not to weep –

“Uh, Kim?”

That voice.

He turned around, and he saw –

“Ondine! What are you doing here?!” he asked, both worried and relieved to see her again.

“I, uh, saw the flying birdman with a faux hawk,” she replied, blushing. “Thought that might be you.”

He walked up to her. Maybe he still had a chance to fix this!

“Ondine, please, let me explain!”

“It's okay, I heard everything,” she softly replied, and he felt his heart soar as he saw her smiling. “So, if it's not too late, can I be your Valentine?”

“Valentine, girlfriend,” he replied, hugging her closer, “whichever means I get to kiss you!”

“Ha ha!” Ondine laughed, and she kissed him.

And he swore it was even better than he had thought it could be.

----

Chat Noir coughed awkwardly at seeing Kim and Ondine kissing each other for the first time. He was glad for his classmate and his now-girlfriend for getting a chance to finally do this... but maybe they could give them some privacy?

Marigold, who was clearly happy at seeing the new couple sealing the deal, turned to him with a questioning look – and the first beeps sounding out from her haircomb.

“Chat Noir, what happened? I remember being at the hotel–”

No. No. No. He really didn't want to discuss this here and now.

“Oh no, you're about to change back, better get going!” he said, 'subtly' pushing her away so he could avoid what was bound to be a really awkward conversation.

“HA! What happened is that back alley stray put her lips all over--”

“GOTTA GET OUTTA HERE BEFORE YOU TURN INTO A PUMPKIN!” he quickly talked over Scar before she could ruin things. The fact that she was beeping just made the excuse more believable.

“RUDE!” Scar complained, even as she obeyed and found a safe place to transform back.

----

Adrien stumbled into his room after taking a long shower in a failed attempt to wash off his embarrassment of what he had had to do to save the day.

“I'm so glad this day is over,” he said, walking over to the bed.

“Ah, not gonna spend Valentine's with your sweetheart?” Plagg asked in what he knew was a mocking tone. “Wait, who was that again? Pigtails or Goldilocks?”

“Ha, ha,” he sarcastically laughed before dropping on his bed. “Hopefully that's all the Akumas for a while. I don't think I can look Marigold in the eyes.”

Someone tapped on the window.

“Adrien,” Marigold said.

“AHHH!”

Damn, did he have some summoning power or what?!

Either way, he went on to quickly open the door. Marigold was not Scar, she deserved far better!

“Marigold! W-What brings you here?!”

“Well, I-I heard a rumor,” she said, bashfully. “About writing me a Valentine? That I definitely didn't hear at your school!”

He ignored the last part of the suggestion. It wasn't important, anyway.

“Oh! Um! Well!” he said, trying to come up with anything that wouldn't betray the truth. “I just, uh, wanted to show my appreciation! But, um, just as a hero of Paris, not because I have a crush on you!”

“Oh, that's a relief!” Marigold said with a sigh.

A relief?!

Hey, he didn't want to break Marigold's heart, but why was it a relief? Was he that horrible?

The truth hurt.

Unaware of the mental damage she had just caused, Marigold explained.

“The whole reason I became a hero was to protect my city and make things easier for Chat Noir. So to have your support, even after you saw me at my newest and clumsiest, makes me very happy.”

“Oh,” he replied, feeling his cheeks blush.

“Oh, um, and there's actually someone I'm in love with, so I'm glad I don't have to let you down or anything.”

“Huh, me too,” he admitted.

“Hm.”

Wonder who it is, he asked himself. Whoever Marigold loved had to be a swell guy.

----

Wonder who it is, she asked herself. Whoever Adrien loved had to be a sweet girl.

----

Up above, a narratorial face just covered itself with a palm.

Idiots, it christened them.

----

“Thanks for being my first fan, Adrien,” she finally said, and gave him a sweet kiss to the cheek.

“Ah,” he said, surprised.

“Happy Valentine's Day!” Marigold cheered, and Adrien watched her jump off his window and into the February night, his heart beating as his palm covered the place where the heroine had just kissed him.

Then he realized what he was doing and hit himself on the chest.

“No 'doki doki'! You're in love with Marinette!” he admonished his own heart.

----

“Kim asked me to be his girlfriend!”

“Wonderful. How did that happen?”

“Not well at first, I thought he was actually asking Chloé, but it turned out to be a mistake, because he wanted to ask me and I just didn't realize it before I left. He even got Akumatized because of it, and when I found him he told me everything and he even kissed me!”

“Good. Now I won't have to maim him.”

“You what?”

----

“SHE SAID YES! SHE SAID YES!”

“I know, Kim, you have been shouting that for the past hour. But I am still happy for you.”

“Thank you, Max, you're the best friend I could have!”

“You can pay me back by not engaging into overt public displays of affection while I'm nearby.”

“Huh? Oh, fine, I won't. What does 'overt' mean, anyway?”

----

Intermission

@zoe-oneesama Think Hawkmoth will get his heart literally broken?

@msweebyness Hope you liked the second of your favorite duo's chapters!

Alright, that's the Kim/Ondine part done. I hope it fit your expectations!

About Kagami's mention of Valentine's Day in Japan, it's pretty much spot on - girls give chocolate to their male friends and the guys they like, with the former usually getting "obligation chocolate", and a month later, during White Day, guys will give the girls white chocolate in response.

Curiously, the real "couples' day" in Japan is Christmas instead of Valentine's Day.

Now, we cruise into a mostly calm episode in Intermission, before coming back to action with Animan!

#scarlet lady the novel #milarqui #fanfiction #long post #marinette dupain cheng #marigold #adrien agreste #chat noir #le chien kim #ondine #dark cupid #scarlet lady is better than canon

[sequinsonic]

boom!sonic x reader coffeeshop!au hcs!

pairing: boom!sonic x gn!reader

genre: fluff! | coffee shop!au | headcanons

warning(s): none:>

word count: 854

note: lol this has been sitting in my drafts for a while now but i wasn't sure what else to add to it, so might as well put it out now:> and it's kinda all over the place, so i apologize ㅠㅠ. also, sonic's personality in this is a lot like how he acts in boom as well as the other characters, that's the only reason this is titled as such ^ enjoy!!

+ so you and amy have opening shifts everyday except for fridays and sundays

+ she only works till noon tho because for some reason she always has to attend some lesson

+ "sorry i got a yoga lesson at 1:00, then a book club at 2:00, then psychology class at 3:30, then—" girly is like barbie trying out every single thing you can think of

+ then on fridays, you get to open along with the energetic co-worker that shadow is /hj

+ BUT SONIC DOESN'T WORK ON FRIDAYS

+ which means you're stuck with shadow for the day and his very limited topics of conversations

+ unless it's a "hello" and "can you brew this order?" he says there's "no reason to talk during business hours"

+ you'd think he's just tired but homie drinks like 5 cups of americano daily so that's impossible

+ pretty sure the guy just hates everyone

+ but anyways, onto sonic already

+ where to begin ohmygod

+ y'all have the most fun together out of everyone

+ hell, even the customers know how chaotic the café gets when you're both working the same shifts

+ you guys are usually alone from 12:00am to 2:00pm before shadow and sticks clock in

+ "c'mon y/n! just one more time!"

+ "sonic we have 10 more minutes before the rest show up. would you PLEASE put away your game of trashball"

+ he always lets you play whatever music you want for the day

+ oh and doesn't like it when you're cashier

+ he says there are customers who tend to get too "friendly" with you

+ no rlly the amount of napkins he throws away with a random number written on it happens more than you'd think

+ your pure ass didn't understand what that meant, but it also saves you from another annoying task so who are you to complain eh?

+ when there's someone other than you two working, he likes to sneak into the back with you

+ "we just have some organizing to do back there" and boom you're gone for 20 minutes

+ but it's not like you guys do anything bad

+ maybe. sometimes. idk

+ 90% of the time you're just munching on leftovers or gossiping about what's been going in the village

+ the rest of the 10%? prob playing your 20th round of uno lol

+ but anyway, buckle up. shit gets real when you two become a thing

+ you two came to an agreement that you weren't going to tell anyone abt y'all just yet

+ sonic just wasn't ready for that type of teasing

+ he likes to make you a cup of vanilla latte during every shift

+ "hey, you come here often? let me set you up with this amazing, extraordinary and never done before cup of latte"

+ "sonic i work here"

+ he's trying his best to not pull you to the back every chance he gets

+ he's so obvious abt it tho

+ just wants your attention rlly

+ not that he'll ever EVER say that lol

+ "listen i know we're in the middle of a rush but i'm just so drained so can i please have some motivation—"

+ "you have the oddest way of asking for a kiss"

+ i mean it when i say that you guys can't be separated even while working

+ y'all have somehow managed to convince shadow that every task is a two person job lol

+ "really hard at work holding a cup while amy pours in the ice, aren't you sonic?"

+ "shadow— listen. you don't understand. i must do this. one cube of ice misses the cup and we're done for. we'll be short on stock and as you know it's really hard to survive in this economy and—"

+ "alright, shut up. i get it. now get back to work."

+ the thrill of your relationship is trying to hide it from everyone else ngl

+ sticks says she always catches you staring and stealing glances at sonic or vice-versa

+ and god forbid he looks at you while you're putting your quills (?) in a ponytail

+ he just loves that sm idk it makes him wanna kiss you so bad

+ this information, however, is not news for you

+ "look at him ringing up that order, his side profile is so—" "y/n you're spilling everything!"

+ it's the same the other way around lol

+ closing shifts with sonic are always the best

+ y'all usually stay together afterwards to clean everything and leave it ready for tomorrow morning

+ relaxing music is on, no one is there to bother you, only the two of you

+ we know sonic can't stay still for long, so him knowing he gets to go home with you if everything gets cleaned up asap is a good offer

+ the comfort of it all is knowing sonic is probably gonna crash at yours afterwards

+ "shouldn't you sleep at your shack tonight?" "no i like your bed it's very comfy"

+ a nice cup of tea before heading home and your day ends on such a good note

+ both of y'all are so obsessed with each other to be honest

+ sonic generally loves spending time with you, so working at the same place together? what a steal!

#sonic the hedgehog x reader #sonic the hedgehog #sonic #sonic boom x reader #sonic boom #boom sonic #boom sonic headcanons #sonic headcanons #sequinsonic writes

[lightsburnbrite]

The Love You Want: Part 3

I was sitting at my desk preparing the morning's market reports for my boss when my phone pinged with an instagram notification. Leon had posted a picture of what I assumed to be a post workout or training meal. I laughed to myself, unable to resist giving him a hard time over his lack of culinary prowess. After some gentle ribbing, Leon challenged me to do better and I happily took him up on it. Of course he didn't know that Alex liked when I made meals for him so I busied myself with cooking classes in London.

We had arranged that he would come and pick me up and I'd make dinner for the two of us. I stopped at the market on my way home for a few things and then changed into something comfy. After taking Greta on her walk and making sure she was set for the evening, I waited for Leon.

After hearing a knock at the door, I opened it to find Leon leaning against the frame with a smirk on his face. "You look cute today."

"Nice try." I handed him the bag to carry. "But flattery won't work on me."

I heard him laugh as  walked to the passenger side door. "What? I can't give you a compliment now?"

“Not entirely convinced it’s genuine, but whatever.” I shrugged as I fastened my seatbelt, deliberately keeping my eyes focused on the road in front of us.

I saw Leon smirk again from the corner of my eye before he cleared his throat. “So how was your day? I know you work for a bank but I don’t remember what it is that you do.”

I couldn’t help but smile when he said he didn’t remember. Truth is, he never knew what I did. “Well, when I first started, I was involved in wealth management. When I got married and quit, I was a financial advisor. Now, since I’ve been out of the field for almost four years, they suggested that I work my way back in so I’m a personal assistant to an investment banker. I do boring things like read market reports, schedule meetings, make reservations, take messages. So basically, my day is very tedious."

He frowned. "Have you thought about switching jobs?"

"Right now," I hesitated for some reason. "I'm mainly focused on getting settled. Then I can start figuring out my other options. Alex helped me set up a little non profit where I helped low income women with budgeting and savings plans. I enjoyed that but I don't know if I'd be able to replicate that here."

This time he shrugged as he pulled into his parking space. "Well, you never know."

Once we were inside and he led me to the kitchen, he turned with a grin, clasping his hands together. "Alright, what are we having?"

"Salmon with asparagus and baby potatoes." I handed him a bottle of wine. "But you'll have to wait until it's done to see how I fix it. Here, this needs to chill."

I got to work, slicing the filet into two equal portions, trimming the asparagus, and slicing the potatoes. Not thinking anything of it, I had taken a few pictures during the prep work and posted them to my instagram account.

“Ok, have you ever juiced a lemon before?” I called Leon back over and he raised an eyebrow at my question.

He laughed albeit uncertainly. “Like, squeezing one?”

“Yes, but,” I pulled him next to me. “Here, we’ll slice it, then kinda cup your hand around the sliced side and then squeeze it. You want to catch the seeds in your hand.”

Once he had juiced the whole lemon, he smiled proudly. “Not so bad.”

“See? Now we’re going to chop some shallots, and then mince some rosemary, thyme, and parsley.” I could only laugh at the look he gave me so I figured I’d be doing that myself. I showed him how to gather everything with a bench scraper and put it in the same bowl as the lemon juice. “And then, we’ll add this to some melted butter which then goes over everything. Can you add some salt and pepper to the salmon first?”

Leon watched me as I spooned the butter mixture over everything and placed the pan in the oven. “Ok, how do you know how to do this?”

“I did take some classes back in London,” I moved him to the side with my hip so I could get to the sink. “But once you have the basics, it’s just practice and then following a recipe plus adjusting it to suit your individual taste.”

He gave a little nod in acknowledgment. “Still, I’m impressed.”

We both looked in the direction of the front door where we had just heard a knock. Leon had a puzzled look on his face as he wasn’t expecting anyone but I stayed put.

"What is she doing here? What's going on?"

I froze as soon as I heard Lara's voice. Her tone was nothing short of irritated and it caught Leon off guard. She had pushed past him and was obviously looking for me. I didn't think me cooking Leon dinner was a big deal but obviously she was following me via instagram and she was put out. It only took a moment for me to come up with an idea to salvage the evening. For Leon, anyway.

"Lara, hi!" I walked over, wiping my hands on a dish towel. "Leon wanted to tell you, but I thought it would make a nice surprise. I took a lot of cooking classes when I lived in London so I helped him with dinner for the two of you tonight. It's in the oven and just about finished so my work here is done. Oh, and there's a Sauvignon Blanc chilling in the fridge to go with dinner. Enjoy!"

Leon's eyes were wide but he recovered quickly. "You're, um, ok to get home then?"

"Yep." I smiled brightly, hoping not to give anything away as I put my coat on. "Absolutely!"

Once outside, I put one earbud in, making sure it was on transparency mode, and pulled my hat down over my ear so passers by wouldn't notice. I put my address into maps and had the voice navigation give me directions by foot. After about two hours I made it home, kicking myself for being too stubborn to take an uber.

"Right." I slumped down on the sofa, talking to myself. "Get your shit together."

Greta cocked her head to the side making me laugh. "Yeah, I know. It was stupid of me to think that I'd move here and we would get together just like that. Maybe I should take a step back and adjust my expectations."

I changed into a hoodie and some joggers, made a packet of instant ramen and parked myself on the sofa with the latest Matthias Schweighöfer film on Netflix. I was only half paying attention when I saw my phone screen light up. 

I am acknowledging the effort you went through to make our meal but I am becoming increasingly uncomfortable with your friendship with my partner. I would appreciate it if you would respect this boundary and not attempt to contact Leon any more.

I snorted as I tossed the phone next to me on the sofa. I'd definitely be taking a step back, then.

In a way, it was better for me to stop worrying about what Leon was thinking or where he wanted things to go with us. Once I realized there was no "us", I was able to fully concentrate on myself and let myself get acclimated to living in a new city.

I bought myself a nice little BMW X5 and made friends with some coworkers my age. There were a couple others that were divorced as well so we bonded over that. I even didn't throw myself a pity party when my mother asked if I would be ok with her spending Christmas with her sister in Lake Como. I spent Christmas alone and I was quite pleased with how content I felt. 

I had largely ignored his calls and his texts, giving only one word responses when I did reply. When things began to taper off, I figured either Lara talked to him or he got the message. 

Coming home from work one day, I stood in my bedroom and sighed. I could easily call up someone from work and meet them for dinner but I didn’t feel like going back out. Cooking for one always left me with more food than I could eat and it felt wasteful so the whole process became discouraging. I decided to take Greta for a walk and hoped that inspiration would strike.

I stepped out the front door and stopped in my tracks when I saw Leon leaning against his car. "Hi."

"Hey," Leon smiled with a little bit of a raised eyebrow. "Do yo have a minute?"

Holding up Greta's leash, I shrugged. "If you don't mind walking."

He nodded and joined me as I started walking toward the park. "Did I do something wrong?"

"What do you mean?" Of course I knew what he was talking about but I figured it wouldn't hurt for him to be more specific.

He shrugged as if he didn't need to explain any further. "You haven't spoken more than a few words to me, I thought I'd see you at Christmas but you never came home. I felt like we were in a really good place but…was I misreading things?"

"You didn't do anything wrong," I let my arm brush against his. "But you need to talk to Lara."  

Leon stopped and faced me this time. "Does this have something to do with when she came over?"

"She sent me a message saying that..here." I pulled out my phone, queueing up the message she sent me.

He handed my phone back while shaking his head. "I know that you were trying to be helpful when you left and I honestly don't know what else you should have done, but I wanted to have dinner with you, not her."

"I'm just trying to avoid causing any unnecessary drama for you." I kept my attention on Greta because I couldn't look at him.

He let out a heavy sigh. "Yeah, but you shouldn't have to. She doesn't get to decide who I can and cannot have in my life. If she's uncomfortable with you, that's her problem, not yours." 

"Ok, well," I stopped a few steps ahead of him. "I don't know what you want me to do then."

"You don't have to do anything. We just continue on like normal."

I didn't really have a response to that. By this time we made it back to my apartment and Leon came inside with me. With my fingers pressed to my temples, I shook my head. "Just continuing on like normal isn't an option, though. Either we do and Lara gets pissed off at me or we pretend like I never moved here and Lara is happy."

Leon flopped down on the sofa and held his hand out for me to join him but I pretended like I didn't see and he eventually let it rest on his thigh. "I guess I don't understand why you care so much about what Lara thinks."

"Because I've been in that position. Alex had an assistant that I'm pretty sure he was sleeping with." I couldn't look at him by this point. I went to the counter and busied myself with the kettle.

"Yeah, but," He let out a little laugh. "We're not sleeping together so it's not like she has anything to worry about."

Pinching the bridge of my nose as I leaned into the counter, I felt myself sigh. "That's something you need to discuss with her. I've got an early meeting in the morning so I was just going to call it a night…"

I didn't like lying to him but I also couldn't take any more of this conversation. I just wanted to move on.

"Ellie, come on." He started to plead but must have realized it wasn't going to work. Leon stood and met me in the kitchen. "Alright, but next time I call you, please pick up."

Leon ruffled my hair before letting himself out and I turned off the kettle, opting for wine instead.

I woke up early the next morning with the starting of a migraine. I got my eye mask from the freezer and took one of my emergency tablets and waited to see if I needed to call out from work. Any slight shift in atmospheric pressure used to knock me out for the whole day but I finally found a doctor that took me seriously and he started me on a daily preventative with a dissolvable emergency medicine when I felt one coming on. Part of me wanted to call out anyway but I also knew I had just started and wasn't sure of how it would look, calling out so soon.

I was able to fall back to sleep and when my alarm actually went off, I felt well enough to hop in the shower. I had friends back in London who had elaborate skin care regimens but I couldn't be bothered to do much more than a cleanser, a moisturizer and sunscreen. After a little eye liner and mascara, that was the extent of effort that I was willing to put into the morning. 

My migraine medicine left me feeling foggy and it was all I could do to make it to my lunch break.

"Hey!" Serena came up to my desk on the way out for her break. "Any plans tonight?"

I shrugged but raised an eyebrow thinking she was probably going to tell me what I would be doing later.

"Good." She flashed a grin. "My boyfriend's little brother is in town and I was thinking we could do a double date."

I tilted my head, starting to protest. "Little brother?"

"Younger brother." She corrected herself. "But he's like 24, not a total kid."

I hesitated, momentarily, before agreeing. What could it hurt? I'd met Serena's boyfriend and handful of times and he seemed like a nice guy. Not exactly my type but if I didn't like his brother, I wasn't really out anything. 

Serena grinned. "Fantastic. We've got reservations at Tantris, Kai is staying with us so we'll swing by and pick you up."

It was times like these that I appreciated Alex's expensive taste. Outside of the office, I leaned towards more casual apparel but with Alex, we attended many events where the dress code was black tie or close to it. One of my favorite dresses was a black long sleeved mini dress that  was a soft and stretchy material. It was completely plain so I could add whatever accessories that I wanted and the length hit me just right so it made my legs look elegantly long when I wore pointed toe stilettos.

They came to pick me up and I slid into the back seat and instantly knew I had made the right decision. My date for the evening, Kai, was definitely attractive. He had kind eyes and dark brown hair that just covered his ears and he smiled as soon as he saw me.

We made small talk in the back seat but we both acknowledged that there was chemistry between us and although the dinner was enjoyable, we both had other things on our mind. I found out he was a photographer and he lived in Berlin so there wasn’t any long term potential but a quick rebound would do me good and help me get over my feelings for Leon. 

We barely made it through the front door before we had our hands all over each other. I had my eyes closed, my hand resting on the back of his neck while he continued to kiss me. Kai moved forward, a subtle nudge for me to move to the sofa, his hand at the hem of my dress, fingers finding their way up my outer thigh. With a natural inclination to tense as soon as someone new was starting to explore my body, I began looking for a distraction to help me relax and soon found that running my fingers through his hair gave me something to focus on.

I was just thinking of moving us to my bedroom when I heard someone at the front door. As soon as he heard the knock, Kai leapt up like we were two teenagers about to get caught.

"It's fine," I stood and pulled the hem of my dress down to a more modest length. "Just give me a minute to get rid of whoever it is.”

When I opened the door and saw Leon on the other side, I groaned out of frustration. "What?"

"I need to talk to you." Leon moved to walk around me and come inside, but I stepped in his path. 

"Now isn't a good time." I moved closer to him, hoping he couldn't see Kai. "Just call me later or something."

When I actually looked at him, he looked exasperated.

He sighed. "Ellie, please. Five minutes. That's all I'm asking." 

"Um, " Kai put his hand on my shoulder causing me to turn towards him. "Looks like this is a bad time. I'll see you around, I guess." 

"Kai, wait-" I called out after him but he kinda waved me off as he walked off down the street.

Furious, I turned back to Leon, glaring at him. "What do you want from me? Do you expect me to just lurk in the shadows until you decide that you're ready? I'm not allowed to live my life because maybe, maybe you have feelings for me? For fuck's sake, we're almost 30. If you don't know how you feel about me yet then it's not there and you need to let it go. You need to let me go."  

By this point, I couldn't stop myself from crying. I was so angry and frustrated that I no longer had any words.

"I know." He spoke softly as he stepped closer. "I'm such an idiot."

I just stared at him for what seemed like ages, trying to comprehend what he was saying.

"I love you, Elle.”

#leon goretzka #football fanfic #football fan fiction

[666writingcafe]

MC Meets Lucifer in the Music Room

"Ah, you're here," Lucifer greets me as I step into the music room.

"Of course," I reply. "You told me to come here before class, after all."

"I know. I'm just not used to people being quite so...obedient."

"I can imagine. Your brothers don't seem to want to listen to you very much." That gets Lucifer to faintly smile.

"That's a topic for another day. Several days, as a matter of fact, I digress. There are a couple things that are more important right now. Firstly, how have you managed to make pacts with three of my brothers in such a short amount of time? You're not forcing them, are you?" I shake my head.

"Mammon did it out of spite. Levi felt like he needed to when I borrowed the vinyl from him, and he didn't allow me to stop him until it was too late. Beel's the only demon out of the three that I've wanted to make a pact with." Is this another test? I feel like it is.

"Interesting. Why Beel?"

"He seems genuinely interested in getting to know me, and in return he's shared some things with me that I don't think he's told anyone else. Mammon and Levi seem to just want to use me for their personal gain."

"I see. Thank you for the insight. Now, you never did tell me what happened the night you gave me that vinyl, which I find peculiar, because you've been very upfront with me about everything else so far." Somehow, I'm not surprised he's brought this up.

"Well, obviously no one was there to stop me from sleepwalking, so the white light was able to take me to the top of the stairs." My head begins buzzing in pain.

"Were you able to meet the person that's been calling to you in your dreams?"

"Yes." The buzzing intensifies, but it's still managable.

"Did they do anything to you?"

"Well, he--" The buzzing turns into an explosion, and the pain brings me down to my knees. Lucifer kneels down and grabs my shoulder, worry written all over his face.

Stop prying into my business! Belphie screams in my head. You've done enough damage; just leave me alone! Lucifer's mouth tightens, and I realize that the youngest brother has used me as a mouthpiece.

"Once you're able to get up, you're free to go," he tells me sternly.

#obey me shall we date #obey me mc #obey me lucifer #obey me belphie #obey me belphegor #lucifer definitely knows at this point that belphie has possessed mc #he just doesn't know how to proceed

[thebreakfastgenie]

for WIP asks the 4th of july fic.

and ik you were already quite generous with it but would love to hear anything else about 69

Sorry it took so long to get to this one! I was really excited about it and then I was either too busy or too tired to answer it properly!

The 4th of July fic my take on a time loop. It's contained within GFA. Hawkeye relives July 4th, 1953, over and over again, trying desperately to prevent tragedy on the bus, while no one else remembers. I was actually influenced a lot by Slaughterhouse-5, even though it's not a time loop. Billy Pilgrim is unstuck in time and sometimes that means he's living his post war life and wakes up back in the bombing of Dresden. That's certainly what PTSD can feel like. So I started thinking about how I could use a time loop as a narrative device.

The time loop takes the emotional experience of reliving a traumatic event over and over again in your mind, of being trapped in that moment, and makes it a physical one. A common component of time loop stories is that the protagonist must prevent something terrible from happening, and only when the bad outcome is averted will the loop be broken. This, too, reflects an emotional experience, the constant "what could I have done differently? how could I have stopped this?" Maybe the real time loop was the trauma we had along the way.

In this case, Hawkeye is trying to save the lives of everyone on the bus. I don't want to say too much about the loop, because part of the story is going to be figuring that out as Hawkeye does. Just as the loop is about trauma, breaking the time loop is about moving forward. This fic gets very heavy and dark towards the middle, but it's not a pure angst fic, it's just what the story requires. In the end I would say it's about choosing hope.

The idea is basically what if GFA was a time loop, and we only saw one iteration of it? That means it's fairly canon-compliant. I'm also trying to incorporate a lot of details from GFA. I can't share a snippet, but I'm hoping to finish it by July 4th, 70 years after the day it's set, so if I manage it you'll see it soon!

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I am more than happy to share more about untitled 69. I'm trying to motivate myself to work on it, at least once 4th of july is done. I had a ton of momentum on it a few months ago and then I got sick and it got left in this very chaotic, mid-draft-reorganization state. This fic was supposed to just open with Trapper at the reception for the new chief of thoracic surgery, where he meets Charles, but in true me fashion, I ended up getting into Trapper's homecoming and emotional state and in the process writing about a bunch of stuff that happened earlier. One thing I'm excited about is how Trapper relates (or doesn't) to his colleagues. He has one friend who's close enough to know about Hawkeye, because I needed someone to bounce Trapper off of in dialogue, and I really love the dynamic that developed between them. I don't think this snippet is as good as the last one, but:

Trapper tugged at his collar. He was having trouble breathing, though he knew that had more to do with the fog of cigarette smoke than the snugness of his tuxedo. If Louise were here, she would scold him—it had taken her ages to get his bowtie right—but she wasn’t here, so she could keep her comments to herself.  Louise hated these things almost as much as he did. Working class girls either grew up into women who loved glamor or hated it, and Louise had never seen any use for it. It was one of the things he loved best about her, and probably what drew him to the nurses in Korea, besides proximity—their short fingernails and practical attitudes. 

This is Trapper being miserable at the party (more on that later!) and me fleshing out both him and Louise a little bit.

#thank you!!! #this one really did take so long because I wanted to do it right lol

[lovelykhaleesiii]

I think this might be my favorite part 🤭🤭

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The next few days after the limo incident - as Aegon liked to call it - he felt conflicted...to say the least. He didn't regret what happened, of course and he was pretty sure you didn't either, but the fact that you two still weren't on good terms, at least not yet, spoke volumes. You been at each other's throats for longer then he can remember now it got more completed after sleeping together. But he was determined to show you he was serious...if he could just talk to you. You see, you never took his calls or texts and when did manage to get you to talk to him - like in the one class you had together - you were silent. Only giving him one worded responses and if he was bring honest, he was a little bit hurt. And as fate would have it yet again, your birthday was tomorrow so he was going to go to your party you threw every since middle school, win you over with his wonderful personality and maybe a gift, and maybe he'll finally have you back. Even if it was as a friend.

You tossed and turned the entire night you got home after the restaurant. You still had butterflies in your stomach and you wondered why you had done it.

Why did you sleep with Aegon? You admit you may have feelings but you could squish those feelings like bugs, so your mind got off of that quickly. It had to be to release tension. His family, just like yours, was a nightmare. While his family was overbearing, your family was the opposite. Your mother worked as a designer and never once made it to any of your birthday parties. Not once. And your dad split a long time ago. Leaving only you and your maid as company throughout elementary school and high school. But now, your mother promised she would be able to make it your twenty-third birthday. You were counting on it.

After showering, you go to a jewelry store to place some jewels on hold, one in particular you had your eye on, before meeting with your friends for breakfast. You had a few days off so you were planning on enjoying it while it lasts. But it all goes down hill when a limo pulls up beside you and rolling down the window is Aegon, sporting his signature grin.

You roll your eyes, placing your sunglasses on the top of your head. "Go away, Aegon. I'm busy."

"Relax. Maybe you would you consider avoiding me over breakfast?"

Fuck. Had you really been that obvious?

"Sorry," you say. "But as is tradition on the day before my birthday, I'm heading to the jeweler's to put some pieces on hold and-"

"Nate?" He finishes.

Fuck. Again. How does he know that? You forgot to mention that just a few weeks prior to the whole dancing and taking Aegon back to your place thing, you had broken up with your exe, Nate. You caught him cheating on you and you nearly broke his nose when you threw your shoe at him. The only reason you never mentioned to anyone is that A. It was embarrassing and B. It your mother was hoping you would get back together to secure a position at his own family's company.

"Ho-how did you know about that?"

"Oh, I didn't." He says. "Until now. So, I don't think he'll be singing happy birthday this year. Sorry babe."

"Don't call me babe," you put up your index finger. "Besides, no one knows. I still have until midnight tomorrow to fix it."

"Not if I told him just how much fun we had in the back of this limo just a few nights ago," he says, flashing you a grin.

"You're disgusting you know that? And as of today, none of that happened. Ever. Do I make myself clear?"

"Not as clear as the memory of you purring in my ear, which I have been replaying over and over."

You swore that if your face heated up more than it already has, it would explode. "Quit! Erase the tape! As far as I am concerned, none of it happened. None of it. If anything, it was a pity fuck."

"Back at ya," he says, still flashing his grin. "Anyway, I'll see you at your party tonight, okay?"

"I am officially uninviting you," you simply state.

"Hey, that never stopped me before," he points out before driving off.

Ugh, you hated that man.

Speak of the devil, and he doth appear, wearing his trademark smirk. Hell hath no fury like a Aegon Targaryen scorned.

The next day, as per birthday tradition, you got up, went shopping, and had breakfast with friends before going to get yourself one personal gift. At around seven, the guest started arriving with one of the few being your friends...and Aegon. You sigh out of annoyance before pulling him aside.

"Hi."

"Shut up. What the hell are you doing here?"

"Are you ready for your present?"

You grab him by his lock locks which you come to find are soft. Very soft. Soft enough for you to want to run your fingers through them.

"Ow!" He yelps. "If you wanted to play rough, all you had to to do was ask."

One of your friends walks by. "Hey!"

You turn to her. "Hey! Happy birthday to me!" Before turning back to Aegon. Sighing, you say, "you nauseate me." You then let go of his hair.

"All this big talk about you are "destined to be with Nate or else the world will fall apart. Face the facts babe. It's over.

You scuff. "You almost sound like jealous boyfriend."

Aegon scuffs back. "You wish."

Then, it clicks.

"No. You wish." You point your finger at his chest.

He rolls his eyes. "Oh please. You forget who you're talking to here.

You tilt your head. "So...do you?"

"Do I what?"

"Are you going to make me say it? Like me? Do you like me?"

Aegon avoids looking at you.

"Oh my god."

"Define like."

"You have got to be fucking kidding me. I can't believe this!"

"How do you think I feel? I haven't slept. I feel sick, like my stomach is fucking fluttering!

Your eyes widen. "Butterflies?! No. No. Nope. Not happing. Not a chance. This is NOT happing!

"Believe me, no one is more surprised or ashamed then I am."

"As you know, I adore all of God's beautiful creatures and the metaphors they inspire but those butterflies have got to be murdered!"

"Fine it wasn't that great anyway."

As you leave you turn around. "Right back at you."

As midnight approaches, your mother hadn't arrived and Nate hadn't called. You kept telling yourself there was time. And as you go to rooftop to get some air, Aegon follows.

You roll your eyes. "Stalk me much?"

"It's your birthday. Why are you still up here all alone?

You sigh, shaking your head. "I don't know. I don't know what i was expecting. My mother never comes to these things and I have no idea where Nate is and he always calls before midnight. Even if we had fought."

"I wouldn't count on it this time"

"Nate Loves Me." You painfully state. "Whatever he is and whatever he is doing, he will call. You'll see."

"Want to make a bed? If he calls, I'll stop bothering you. For good. He doesn't, you spend the night with me."

"Pass."

Aegon raises an eyebrow. "I thought you were sure."

"Fine. But you're going to lose. He has never missed my birthday. Not once.

As the hour to midnight passed, you were having do much fun, almost forgetting the time. That is, until one of your friends pointed out it was twelve. Right on the dot.

Nate didn't call.

Twelve o' one you escaped the eyes of the curious guest and into a empty room. Aegon soon followed.

"It's twelve o' one. I'm sorry.

You quickly dry your watery eyes. "If you're coming to collect, you can forget it"

"Turn around."

You scuff. "You get grosser by the second.

Aegon sighs, clearly over this banter between the two of you. "You get older. Look."

"Really not in the mood," you sigh. "This is pretty much the worst birthday ever.

"It could still be saved."

"Oh? How?"

Aegon then pulls something out from behind his back.

"Is that our sex tape?" You jokingly say. He laughs, shaking his head. He then hands you the box and you open it. "The earrings!"

Yes, the Tiffany earrings you had placed on hold and the ones that, where you were sure you would get back together with Nate, you called the jewelers and said someone had already picked them up!

"I couldn't-"

"They'll look great on you," he says, placing them gently into your palm before closing your hand around it. "Happy birthday."

OMG THIS WAS LIKE ONE OF MY FAVE SCENES!!! BLAIRS BIRTHDAY SO ANGSTY SO TENSE !!! 😍😍😍

loved this nonnie, as always 💘💘💘

#aegon ii targaryen #aegon ii targaryen asks #modern!aegon ii targaryen au #aegon ii gossip girl AU