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I got an ask but for some reason it disappeared? It would be great if whoever sent it could send it again, pwetty pwease :))) :D 🧡🧡🧡

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a silly and goofy platonic lady lesso fic where the reader is like "the school master sent me to you to sign some papers" and lady lesso signs them not even looking and its adoption papers ☠️

Mother knows best PLATONIC (Lady Lesso & Student! Reader)

Author's note: Hiya, I'm so sorry it took a long time to work on this fic for you but I hope I delivered! Thank you for requesting!

Summary: In a comical twist of fate, you, an unsuspecting student at the School for Evil, accidentally get adopted by the infamous Lady Lesso. What starts as a simple mix-up with some paperwork turns into a whirlwind of high expectations, magical lessons, and newfound responsibilities. As Lady Lesso's ward, you are now expected to live up to her high standards and face challenges that push you far beyond what you thought you were capable of. But beneath her icy exterior, could there be a glimmer of something more—a reluctant mentor who may just care about your success after all?

Warning(s): Mild language (mentions of cursing, sarcastic humor), Lighthearted chaos, Platonic student-teacher dynamic, Slight pressure/performance anxiety (academic/magical expectations), Fantasy elements (magic, projections)

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It was a typical day at the School for Evil, where chaos reigned supreme and the students prided themselves on their wicked schemes. You, however, were having a less-than-evil day. After a failed prank gone wrong (involving frogs that wouldn't stop croaking), you found yourself summoned to the imposing chambers of Lady Lesso.

You gulped. Lady Lesso was known for her icy demeanor and razor-sharp wit, and every student feared being called to her office. As you approached her door, you clutched a stack of papers in your hands—important documents that the school master had asked you to deliver to Lady Lesso.

Deep breath, you told yourself, then knocked on the door.

"Enter," her voice came, cold and commanding.

You pushed the heavy door open, stepping into the grand office. Lady Lesso sat behind her desk, her gaze piercing even as she barely looked up from her work. The air felt ten degrees colder, and you swore the shadows danced a little more in her presence.

"Lady Lesso," you began nervously, holding out the stack of papers. "The school master asked me to bring you these papers to sign."

Without looking up, Lady Lesso extended her hand. "Leave them on the desk," she said curtly, her tone leaving no room for questions.

"Uh, okay..." you hesitated, awkwardly placing the documents on her desk. You glanced down at the papers—Oops. Among the school forms, there was one particularly suspicious document sticking out... an adoption form? You frowned, wondering how in the world it got mixed in with the pile. Before you could say anything, Lady Lesso’s hand shot out, signing the papers in one swift, careless motion.

"There. Done," she said, her quill scratching the final signature onto the stack. "You’re dismissed."

"Uh... L-Lady Lesso, wait—"

"Do you plan to stay in my office all day, (Y/N)? You may go now."

You blinked, then realized you had no choice but to leave. Shuffling out the door, you clutched the papers to your chest, unsure how to break the news to her that she had just signed off on adopting you.

Later that evening, you returned to your dormitory, clutching the signed adoption papers and staring at them in disbelief.

“I’m… adopted?” you mumbled to yourself. “By Lady Lesso of all people?”

Your best friend, who had been sprawled out on their bed, peeked over your shoulder. "What's that?"

You showed them the signed papers, and their eyes widened in shock before they burst into laughter. "No way! You got Lady Lesso to adopt you without even trying?"

"Shhh! Keep it down!" you hissed, glancing around to make sure no one overheard. “It was an accident! She didn’t even read the papers. She just signed them!”

Your friend wiped tears from their eyes. "This is priceless. Lady Lesso, of all people, adopting you? You have to tell her!"

You groaned. The idea of going back to her office and explaining the mix-up seemed terrifying. But deep down, you knew you couldn’t hide this forever. Eventually, she’d find out—one way or another.

The next day, you stood once again outside Lady Lesso’s office, your heart pounding in your chest. You knocked on the door, and her voice called you in. This time, Lady Lesso was standing by the window, looking out into the misty courtyard.

"You again," she said, turning to face you. "What do you want this time?"

You took a deep breath, holding out the adoption papers. "Um, there was a little... mistake yesterday. You signed these without realizing what they were."

Lady Lesso raised an eyebrow, taking the papers from your hand. Her eyes scanned the document, and as she read the bold title at the top—Adoption of (Y/N) by Lady Lesso—a flicker of surprise crossed her face.

"Care to explain this?" she asked, her tone eerily calm.

You swallowed hard. "It was an accident! The school master gave me a stack of papers to give to you, and somehow the adoption form got mixed in. I didn’t mean for you to sign it, and—"

Before you could finish, Lady Lesso began to laugh.

Not a sarcastic laugh. Not a cruel laugh. A genuine, amused chuckle, which was... both unexpected and terrifying.

"Well, well," she said, still chuckling as she placed the papers back on her desk. "I suppose this makes you my responsibility now."

You stared at her, eyes wide. "W-What? But I thought you’d be mad, and—"

"Oh, don’t be ridiculous," she said, waving her hand dismissively. "If you think I’m going to go through the effort of reversing this, you clearly don’t know me well enough. Consider yourself adopted, (Y/N). I expect nothing less than absolute perfection from you."

You blinked, still processing her words. "So... you're not going to un-adopt me?"

She smirked. "I’ve already signed the papers, haven’t I? Might as well make the best of it."

You weren’t sure if you should feel relieved or utterly terrified. Either way, one thing was clear: you were now officially under the care of Lady Lesso—one of the most intimidating, brilliant, and slightly unhinged figures in the school.

What could possibly go wrong?

The rest of the day felt surreal. The news of your accidental adoption spread through the school faster than wildfire. Everywhere you went, people whispered and pointed, amused or shocked by the fact that you were now, technically, the child of Lady Lesso.

Your best friend was no help at all. They were practically in stitches, laughing every time they saw you. "You're practically royalty now!" they teased, nudging you in the ribs. "Lady Lesso’s one and only heir!"

"Stop," you groaned, face turning red. "I’m still figuring out how to survive this."

The thought of confronting Lady Lesso about your "new relationship" was overwhelming. She had been oddly calm about it, which scared you more than if she had been furious. Who knew what she was planning?

"You’re overthinking it," your friend said as you sat at the edge of the fountain in the courtyard. "Lady Lesso probably already forgot about it. I mean, she signed the papers by accident, right? It’s not like she’s going to act like your actual mom."

That, at least, was a relief. Lady Lesso wasn’t exactly the motherly type. You could imagine her handling discipline, sharp advice, and maybe even the occasional sarcastic compliment. But nurturing hugs and words of comfort? Yeah, that was probably never going to happen.

Still, you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was going to change. Being adopted by Lady Lesso? That kind of mistake doesn’t just fade into the background unnoticed.

The next morning, you woke up with a note on your door. It wasn’t signed, but you recognized the sharp, slanted handwriting right away. Your heart sank as you read it:

"Report to my office immediately after breakfast. Don’t be late."

There was no doubt—it was from Lady Lesso. You barely had time to shove some breakfast into your mouth before rushing to her office, your stomach doing anxious flips the entire time.

You knocked on the door, more hesitantly than usual.

"Enter," came the familiar command.

Taking a deep breath, you pushed the door open. Lady Lesso was at her desk, as always, her posture straight and her expression unreadable. But this time, there was something different. Next to her on the desk was a small stack of books, and in front of the books was a little... lunchbox? With your name on it.

You blinked in confusion.

"You're late," Lady Lesso said without looking up. "I expected more punctuality from my... ward."

Your eyes widened. "Ward? But I thought—"

"Sit." She gestured to the chair in front of her desk.

You quickly complied, wondering what on earth was going on. The lunchbox gleamed in the soft light of the room, taunting you with its mystery.

"I assume you've realized that we cannot have this adoption treated as a joke," Lady Lesso began, folding her hands together. "While the circumstances of it were... unintentional, it is legally binding. The paperwork has been processed, and as such, I now have certain responsibilities."

Your heart pounded in your chest. "Responsibilities?"

She arched an eyebrow. "Do you think I would allow my name to be attached to someone who doesn’t live up to my standards? As my ward, you will now be held to higher expectations. You represent me. Which means... your performance in school will reflect directly on me."

You gulped. "You mean, if I fail a test or—"

"I won’t allow failure," she said smoothly. "From now on, you will report to me daily for study sessions. You’ll need to excel in your classes, and you will take on additional responsibilities. I expect you to rise to the occasion."

"Wait, wait," you said, waving your hands. "So... you're saying that I now have to work harder because of this accidental adoption?"

Lady Lesso’s lips curled into the slightest hint of a smirk. "Precisely."

You groaned inwardly. Of course, this would be the outcome. Lady Lesso wasn’t going to let you skate by unnoticed—no, she was going to use this to mold you into the perfect student. Or at least, her version of perfection.

"Now, as for these..." she gestured toward the lunchbox and books on the desk. "This is your daily meal plan and study schedule. I won’t have you eating the trash the cafeteria serves. You'll also be receiving supplementary lessons directly from me. Consider it part of your... new curriculum."

You looked at the lunchbox, then back at her, utterly speechless. Lady Lesso was going to personally monitor your diet and studies? What kind of strange, twisted form of parenting was this?

"Do you understand?" she asked, her tone as sharp as ever.

You nodded quickly, not daring to argue.

"Good. You may go." She waved you away with a flick of her wrist. "Oh, and one more thing..."

You paused at the door, turning back to her.

"Don’t embarrass me."

As you made your way down the hall with the lunchbox and books, your head spun with everything that had just happened. You had gone from being a regular student to suddenly having Lady Lesso as a pseudo-parental figure, monitoring your studies, your meals, and who knew what else.

Your best friend, of course, found the entire situation hilarious.

"So, you’ve been adopted by the most terrifying person in the school, and now you have to be her star pupil?" they asked, still laughing as you told them what happened. "This is too good. What’s in the lunchbox?"

You shrugged and opened it, revealing a carefully prepared meal. It was simple, but way better than anything the school usually served. Lady Lesso’s influence was already showing in the smallest details.

"Well," you muttered, "I guess I have no choice but to step up my game."

Your friend grinned. "Hey, look on the bright side—you might end up as the most powerful student here by the end of it all!"

You sighed. "Or the most exhausted."

Either way, one thing was certain: life as Lady Lesso's ward was going to be anything but boring.

Being adopted by Lady Lesso was not what you expected. No, you didn’t expect daily cuddles or a motherly smile, but you hadn’t anticipated the sudden tidal wave of pressure and expectation either. After all, Lady Lesso wasn’t your average guardian; she was known throughout the school for her perfectionism and ironclad discipline.

You sat in the library, staring at the long list of subjects Lady Lesso had given you to study. Dark Magic Theory, Tactical Deception, Advanced Potions... It was like she expected you to become a top-level villain overnight.

"You're really going through with all this?" your friend asked, leaning over your shoulder to glance at your notes. "She's not messing around, huh?"

"Nope," you sighed, flipping to the next chapter in Deception: Art or Necessity? "This is the new normal for me. Study sessions every night, no excuses."

Your friend whistled. "I don't know whether to feel sorry for you or to envy you. I mean, having Lady Lesso as a mentor? That could give you a serious advantage."

You groaned. "An advantage, sure, but at what cost? My sanity? My social life?"

Your friend chuckled. "You didn't have much of that anyway."

"Thanks for the support," you muttered, rolling your eyes as you turned the page.

Suddenly, the library doors creaked open, and a chill ran down your spine. It was almost like a sixth sense that told you exactly who had entered the room. You looked up slowly, catching sight of Lady Lesso sweeping through the library, her dark cloak trailing behind her.

Her presence commanded the entire room, and all the students immediately stiffened. Without saying a word, she walked directly to where you sat, her cold gaze settling on you.

"Time's up," she said crisply. "Come."

You blinked, confused. "But I still have—"

"You're late for your next lesson," she interrupted, her tone leaving no room for argument. She turned on her heel and strode out of the library, fully expecting you to follow without another word.

You grabbed your books, casting a quick glance at your friend. They gave you a sympathetic look as you scrambled to your feet and hurried after Lady Lesso, trying to keep up with her long strides.

Back in her office, you found yourself seated at a small table in the corner. It wasn’t the first time you’d been summoned here for extra lessons, but today, there was something different about the setup. In front of you was a large crystal ball, its surface shimmering with faint magical energy.

"You’ve been slacking," Lady Lesso said without preamble as she stood beside the desk, her eyes narrowed. "Your last few tests were... unsatisfactory. If you're going to be my ward, mediocrity is not an option."

You gulped. Slacking? You’d been studying harder than ever, but clearly, it wasn’t enough for Lady Lesso’s high standards.

She placed her hand on the crystal ball, her long nails clicking against the surface. "Today’s lesson is on projection," she explained. "A skill that, if mastered, can make you a force to be reckoned with."

"Projection?" you asked, staring at the shimmering crystal. "Like, projecting my thoughts?"

"Not just your thoughts," she said coolly. "Your presence. Your energy. The very essence of who you are. If done correctly, you can project yourself across great distances, fool your enemies, and even manipulate their perceptions."

You blinked, suddenly very aware of how little you knew about advanced magic like this. "And you want me to learn... that?"

"Of course," she replied, her lips curling into a slight smile that didn’t reach her eyes. "You will start small. But eventually, you will be able to project an image of yourself so real, so convincing, that others will be unable to tell the difference between you and your projection."

That sounded both terrifying and... amazing. But mostly terrifying.

"Now," she said, gesturing toward the crystal ball, "begin."

You hesitated, glancing between her and the ball. "What do I do exactly?"

Lady Lesso arched an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. "Focus. Draw your energy into the crystal. Feel your presence fill the space around it. And do not break concentration."

You nodded, taking a deep breath as you placed your hands on the crystal ball. It felt cool under your fingers, and you closed your eyes, trying to focus. Slowly, you imagined your presence extending outward, seeping into the crystal.

At first, nothing happened. Then, you felt a flicker—like a tiny spark of magic connecting with the crystal. Encouraged, you pushed harder, focusing all your energy into the ball, willing your presence to project.

A sudden jolt shot through you. The crystal ball lit up with a brilliant flash of light, and you gasped as the sensation of being pulled outward overwhelmed you.

When you opened your eyes, you were standing across the room... except, you were still sitting at the table.

You blinked in shock, looking down at yourself—your projected self. It was like looking into a mirror, but you weren’t really there. You glanced back at Lady Lesso, who was observing you with a satisfied smirk.

"Impressive," she said, her voice echoing faintly. "But it’s only the beginning. Hold the projection. Maintain control."

You tried to focus, but it felt like trying to hold onto a slippery rope. The image of yourself flickered, then wavered, before dissolving completely. You slumped in your chair, exhausted.

Lady Lesso frowned slightly. "Not bad for a first attempt. But you’ll need to practice. You’ll need to build endurance if you want to maintain a projection for more than a few moments."

You nodded, feeling drained. "I’ll keep practicing."

"Good," she said, her expression hardening. "I expect you to master this soon. You’re dismissed for now."

You stood up, ready to collapse from the strain of it all, but before you could leave, Lady Lesso spoke again.

"And (Y/N)?" she added, her voice softer but no less commanding. "Don't think that just because I’m pushing you harder, I’ve forgotten what this arrangement means."

You turned to her, confused. "What do you mean?"

She gave you a rare, almost affectionate look, one that sent a shiver down your spine. "I may not have chosen this adoption, but I don’t take my responsibilities lightly. I expect you to succeed—not just for my sake, but for yours."

You swallowed, feeling both touched and terrified by her words. She wasn’t just pushing you to make herself look good—she actually wanted you to succeed.

"Thank you, Lady Lesso," you said quietly, before turning to leave.

As you stepped out of her office, your mind raced. You had never expected this kind of support—or this kind of pressure. But one thing was certain: with Lady Lesso as your guardian, your life was going to be filled with challenges you never saw coming.

And somehow, you were starting to believe you might just be up for it.

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First of all, aaaah you're so talented asgsfds I love your fics, I am literally obsessed, and also idk if you have anon emojis but anyways can I be 🧡 :D

And second of all... May I request a Lady Lesso x never!student (platonic), anything angsty with hurt and comfort :333 just mother mothering

Thank youuu, Tasia :) 🧡

Forged in Fire (Lady Lesso x Never! Student)

Author's note: Hiya, love. It was great to see a request for this fandom. Of course, don't hesitate to request anything else or ask me to rewrite it. I am currently going through some difficult choices, so PLEASE bear with me as the fics slowly come out

Summary: You, a Never student struggling with failure and self-doubt, find unexpected guidance and tough love from Lady Lesso, who teaches them that true strength comes from enduring pain and turning it into resilience.

Warning(s): Hurt/comfort, mentions of failure and weakness, emotional distress, and mild language

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Late at night, the halls of the School for Evil were eerily silent. You hung your head low and approached Lady Lesso's office. The knock on the door was hesitant, barely audible, but Lesso was always aware.

“Enter,” came the cool, clipped voice from within.

The door creaked open, and you stepped inside, feeling the weight of the headmistress's sharp gaze immediately upon you. Lady Lesso stood by her desk, her hands resting lightly on the surface, posture straight, eyes narrowed.

“You’re late,” she said, her voice as cutting as always.

“I wasn’t sure if I should come at all,” you mumbled, the words stumbling out awkwardly. “I— I didn’t know where else to go.”

Lesso raised an eyebrow. “You? A Never? Unsure? Pathetic.”

You flinched at the word, the sting of it cutting deeper than any wound they’d sustained earlier. For a moment, you considered leaving, running away before your already shattered spirit could be broken any further. But instead, you stood your ground, shaking slightly as you balled your fists by your sides.

“I’m trying,” you said barely above a whisper. “But I— I don’t think I’m cut out for this. For any of it. I keep failing, over and over. Everyone sees it. I see it.”

Lady Lesso’s eyes gleamed with something unreadable, and for a moment, silence hung heavy in the room.

“Sit,” she finally said, pointing to a chair. Her tone left no room for argument.

You hesitated before shuffling over to the chair, sinking into it with a sigh. You winced as you moved, the pain of their injuries reminding them of the trials you failed earlier that day.

Without a word, Lady Lesso pulled open a drawer and took out a small silver case. Inside were various healing supplies. She moved toward you, her steps precise, as if every movement had been carefully planned in advance.

“Hold still,” she instructed, kneeling slightly to tend to your wounds. Her touch was surprisingly gentle, though her face remained as expressionless as ever.

“You think you’re the only one who’s struggled?” she said after a moment, her voice softer now but still cold. “That you’re the only one who’s ever been weak?”

You looked up, confused. “What do you mean?”

Lady Lesso’s lips twitched, a shadow of a bitter smile playing at the corner of her mouth. “You think I’ve never failed? Never been brought to my knees by this place or my own mistakes?” She shook her head, focusing on bandaging the wound. “You’re more foolish than I thought.”

You blinked, stunned by the admission. Lesso, failing? It was unimaginable.

“But... you’re strong. You never let anything get to you.”

“Strength,” Lesso said, pulling the bandage tight, “doesn’t come from avoiding pain. It comes from enduring it. Learning from it. Turning it into something that makes you unstoppable.” She looked you in the eye, her gaze piercing. “You let this weakness consume you, and you’ll be nothing. You’ll never belong.”

Tears welled up in your eyes, but they quickly blinked them away, biting their lip. “I... I don’t know if I can.”

Lesso stood, crossing her arms as she looked down at you, her expression softening in a way that was almost imperceptible.

“You can. And you will.” She took a step back, her voice steady but less harsh now. “You’re in this school for a reason. The only question is whether you’ll decide to live up to it.”

You looked down, unsure, but a tiny flicker of hope began to spark within them.

Lady Lesso walked back to her desk, her back to you. “Now go. And don’t come back here again unless you’ve decided to stop wasting my time.”

You rose from the chair, still aching but feeling a strange sense of warmth from her words, as if they’d been wrapped in some unseen armor.

“Thank you,” you muttered, turning to leave.

Before you reach the door, Lesso’s voice calls out once more.

“Don’t make me regret believing in you.”

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The door closed softly behind you, but even as you walked back through the darkened halls, Lady Lesso’s words lingered in your mind. *Strength doesn’t come from avoiding pain... It comes from enduring it.* The weight of those words pressed on you, filling their chest with both dread and determination.

You stumbled slightly as you walked, your wounds aching despite Lesso’s careful bandaging. The halls of the School for Evil had never felt so suffocating. Whispers echoed off the stone walls, whether from the castle itself or fromnyour own imagination, you couldn’t tell. Every failure seemed to trail after you, haunting your steps.

And yet... there was something else now, too. A spark, faint but there.

---

When morning came, you stood at the threshold of the classroom, hands trembling slightly as they grasped the door handle. The eyes of your peers turned toward you as you entered, and the familiar knot of anxiety twisted in your gut. You hadn’t spoken to anyone since the night before, still unsure if Lady Lesso’s words were meant to encourage or break you further.

You moved quietly to your seat, ignoring the whispers of a few other students nearby. As the lesson began, you tried to focus on the instructions being given, but your mind kept drifting.

"You’ll never belong."

The words of your classmates from days before echoed in your head, each one cutting deeper than any physical wound. Your fingers dug into your palms under the desk. No matter how hard you tried, it never seemed enough. Would it ever be enough?

But then, Lady Lesso’s voice rang clear in your memory. "You’re in this school for a reason."

It was the first time anyone had ever implied that you belonged here, that there was potential within you.

"Believe in yourself," you whispered to yourself, echoing her unspoken challenge. "Or no one else will."

---

By the time the class ended, your mind was made up. You couldn’t give in to the weakness clawing at you. Not now.

You made your way back to Lady Lesso’s office, uncertain why you felt drawn there once again. Perhaps it was to prove that you hadn’t been broken yet. Or perhaps it was for one more brief moment of the comfort she’d offered, even if it had been delivered in her own unique, harsh way.

When you knocked this time, the door opened faster, and Lesso looked up from behind her desk. She raised an eyebrow as you stepped inside.

“I told you not to come back unless—”

“I’m not wasting your time,” you interrupted, surprising even yourself with the sudden burst of confidence. “I’m... I’m going to get stronger.”

Lady Lesso leaned back in her chair, scrutinizing you with an unreadable expression. After a moment, she smirked—a small, almost imperceptible twitch of her lips.

“Then prove it,” she said, her voice low. “Don’t just tell me. Show me.”

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The days that followed were filled with grueling trials, but you attacked each one with renewed determination. Every time you faltered, the echoes of your old insecurities threatened to pull you under. But you pushed forward. Each step, though shaky, was a step toward proving to yourself and to Lady Lesso that you were capable.

In the quiet hours, when the pain of failure felt too much, you'd find themselves returning to the headmistress’s office. And though Lady Lesso never coddled you, never truly comforted you in the way others might have, she was always there. Always offering a bandage, a reprimand, and just the smallest hint of belief.

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Weeks passed, and you stood once again before Lesso’s desk, bruised and battered but still standing. The headmistress glanced at you, a fleeting look of approval passing over her face before she spoke.

“I see you’re still standing.”

“Barely,” you admitted, though there was a small smile tugging at your lips now.

Lady Lesso closed the book she’d been reading and stood up, moving closer. She studied you for a long moment, and for the first time, her voice softened. “Good. That’s all you need to do.”

You felt something warm bloom in your chest at the words. For the first time in a long time, you didn’t feel like they were simply surviving. You were growing stronger, inch by inch.

And Lady Lesso saw it.

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Got thinking about that one fic you wrote where reader turns into a toddler with lady lesso, and now i cant stop thinking about the possibility of lesso conjuring a stuffed gargoyle plushie for when the little reader feels scared because gargoyles are meant to protect people T-T

OMG WAIT THAT'S SO CUTE 😭 AND LESSO CALLING THE LITTLE READER 'A GARGOYLE' OR 'SNOT', 'LITTLE BRAT', 'GOBLIN', 'PUNK' BUT IN A CUTE WAY LIKE... SHE'D BE SO MEAN BUT SOFT AT THE SAME TIME.

LIKE... "COME HERE LITTLE PRICK, LET ME HUG YOU"

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Someone knock me out with a pan or something, I have trouble sleeping every single night 😭

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I don’t think we’ll ever get the next parts 🥲🥲

I promise, I promise I'm on it :) just some editing and it's done :3

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🤍 13,14,22 🤍

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13. My dream place to visit?

- Hmmmm... I was already in UK but I wanna go again, something about those brick houses and grey weather, I just love....

- Or or or Gaga's concert haha good one, Ana

14. Something I wish I was better at?

- Honestly? Living. 💀

22. Best memory I could think of?

- Woah that's a good one. Probably when we went to the seaside with my family when I was a child :3 absolutely no worries, no problems etc

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3 15 16 17 19 18~ 🌴

3. Favourite food

- hmmm would have to be potatoes... I mean they're so versatile and yummy and and :3

15. How long do I take to respond to texts?

- Depends on my energy or what I'm doing, sometimes right away, sometimes hours, sometimes days 💀 oops, but that doesn't mean I don't care :3 I care very much :D

16. Any tattoos, if not would I like one?

- No and I'm too much of a wus to get it plus it costs and it's too much of a commitment 🙃

17. My sexuality?

- Bi 🤫

18. Do I like reading?

- So here's a thing... I hateeee reading but I love writing. Teachers were always surpised by how well I write considering I don't read. I read very specific fanfics though. 🤗

19. Have I ever been in love?

- YESSSSIRR it was a silly crush but this 'silly' crush lasted for like 6 years, I'm so dedicated wowowow

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Do it, I can't sleep and I'm bored

Let your followers get to know you asks <3

What's your name?

For how long you have this account?

Favourite food?

Favourite drink?

Do you have any siblings?

Do you have pets?

How old are you?

How many languages do you know?

What's your all time favourite movie/tv show?

What are you enjoying to do in your free time?

Are you an introvert or an extrovert?

Your favourite music genres?

Your dream place to visit?

Something you wish you were better at?

How long do you take to respond to texts?

Do you have any tattoos? If not, would like to?

What's your sexuality?

Do you like reading? If yes what's your favourite book?

Have you ever been in love?

What's your relationship status?

Have you ever been heartbroken?

Best memory you could think of?

Worst memory you can think of?

Do you have any fears?

Are you a morning or a night person?

How many pictures you have on your phone?

Who was your favourite childhood crush?

Are you a romantic?

What’s your dream date?

What are your hobbies?

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Dean? Daddy? Same thing.

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Omg how adorable I cannot 😭🥹

Bruno Mars & Lady Gaga #DieWithASmile

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I need more Gaga mutuals, anyways, here's a fanart I did of my mother xx

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Drawing🎨

Lady Gaga & Bruno Mars🩵❤️🩵

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I need a part 2 of “I’ll come back” and another one-shot like “Isn’t it amazing”

That’s a NEED. 🧎🏼‍♀️🧎🏼‍♀️

Yessss, sir, I'm on it 😋😘