#(๑>◡<๑) lilys writing

[lilyamorous]

ft - reo x gn reader , angst

VERRYY SHORT 💜

summary ; you..wont ever love him, will you?

The rich heir had spent each morning making sure he looked perfect before school. Because of reputation? Of course that was one of the reasons, but not the full reason.

It was you, you and your beautiful smile. He first saw you when you were walking to school. You had your bag strap over your shoulder as you chatted and laughed to your friends.

Then, he felt his body freeze as he just looked at you, a feeling he had never felt before overwhelming his entire being.

He shook it off, getting Nagi from his house as he went to school with his driver bringing him there, although his mind had been plagued with just you. How did he not notice you before?

As he walked into the classroom, sitting next to Nagi, he saw you, sitting on the chair at the back. You seemed distracted, looking everywhere but where you were supposed to. Even if you werent focused, he still thought of you as something amazing .

~~~~

Reo had spent a long time looking at you instead of focusing on the lesson. Looking at you, he felt his heart skip a beat, to him, you had become even more stunning the longer he had stared at you, and he couldnt get his eyes off of your figure. You were like a drug to him. He needed you.

When class ended, he planned to go ask if you wanted to hang out with him, maybe just to go to a restaurant or go to a cafe of some sort, maybe even his house? But instead of being able to walk up to you, he felt his mind blare alarms as he saw you talk to another guy in the class.

He bit his lip, continuing to stare over at the two of you. He felt his heart shatter as he watched the boy you were talking to give you a kiss, you laughing as you slapped his elbow.

“Reo, whats wrong? You seem down-“ One of his friends said, but he didnt care, grabbing onto his bag with a harsh grip as he walked out, going home quickly and texting his driver to say he walked.

He felt worse then ever.

In another world, could you perhaps have been his?

If he was quicker, if he saw you before him?

He still loves you. But you dont..

[sleepybbie]

FILL ME UP R♡CKSTAR! | KINKTOBER SPECIAL 2024

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—welcome to lily’s special kinktober request event! ૮ ․ ․ ྀིა

hello, hello! it’s been a while, my beloveds ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ since october is arriving, i thought to myself that why not join along for the upcoming kinktober? ;3 and also, why not make it a little special for both my followers and readers?

today’s theme for my kinktober special, is…rockstar/band au for honkai: star rail male characters!

here are the main courses to fill up!:

mirror sex with…

dumbification with…

degradation with..

cheating with…

jealousy fucking with…

voyeurism with…

pet play/collaring with…

breeding with…

here’s how to participate! ପ(๑•ᴗ•๑)ଓ ♡

• ask in my inbox which kink you’ll pick to fill the blanks! the specific character you want, and the scenario!

• the scenario in my ask must be well-explained and not in a short sentence, unless you want the details to be up to me ! (ex. face sitting with guitarist!blade x reader and then explain your scenario).

• once you send your ask, i will be picking which only one i will choose for the certain scenario ^_^ so good luck!

• the masterlist will be out by sept 30 with the results! so hurry and pick your favorite!

here’s the catch! (rules): ₍^ >ヮ<^₎ .ᐟ.ᐟ

• as always, must be 18+ before requesting. ageless blogs and 17 below are BLOCKED <3

• if you chose the prompt ‘cheating,’ only reader will be the one that does so and not the character. reader will also not be cheating on the character (iykwim)

• i only write for female!readers since i don’t know how to write for gn or male (i’m rlly sorry!) T^T

• request in my ask only ! i will not accept from messages or in the comment section T^T

• no first come first serve! i pick depending how i like the scenario you provided <33

• i do not write for arlan, yanqing or misha ⋆.˚⟡ ࣪ ˖ (i don’t feel comfortable writing for them, it’s illegal lol), nor do i write for npcs like skott ToT (however yingxing and dan feng are exceptions <33)

• male characters only T-T (i still haven’t figured out how to write spice for fem T-T)

rules understood? then good luck and have fun! excited to know your scenarios for this kinktober!

©all work belongs to sleepybbie

[kreayshawni]

Will you write general relationship headcanons for bill please? ^^

of course! thanks for the request (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧

being a relationship with bill would include...

if the person he had a crush on was in the club, he'd just be a little bit less of a dick to them. not clear favoritism, but to him, it'd mean a lot cause he hates literally everyone

he'd never verbally admit that he wants you around.

he's not too big on public displays of affection, but he's oddly caring. like, he'd carry around part of your hobbies, (e.x; drawing, he'd carry a few extra pens or paintbrushes, or film if you're into photography) or an extra inhaler if you're asthmatic, things like that.

and if you're on the more timid side, he'd talk to waiters and cashiers for you, but he'd call you a pussy afterward.

your guys' relationship isn't very full of lovey-dovey moments, it's mainly just banter cause he'd drop dead if he expressed the fact he has any ounce of empathy in him

if you guys are into the same interests, most of the time spent together would just be talking your asses off. and arguing about something stupid.

he'd honestly go too far and point out your insecurities, and act like a little bitch when you point out his. he yells a lot, and he'd never get violent with you but he'd threaten to.

apologies weren't a muscle he used often. he has absolutely no idea how to apologize and he most likely won't with words, but will in his own way like paying for you. and leaves it at that.

he isn't too good with people venting to him or crying to him, he just gets really stiff and might pat you on the back. if it's really bad, then he'll attempt to comfort you. but he's always so embarrassed afterward and can't talk to you for a while without feeling bashful or like a sissy.

having a significant other in general would be good for him, he might actually start showering more often for you! but don't count on it

'' at first when i see you cry, it makes me smile, yeah it makes me smile, at worst, I'll feel bad for a while, but then I just smile ''

[nohoney]

I have an idea, can we get siren (merman) Hawks and can it be smut/fluffy...please

-👁

i’ve never been one to be able to write about any fantasy creatures whatsoever but this was actually kind of fun (๑˃ᴗ˂)

warnings: oral sex (receiving), fingering (receiving), some dirty talk (imagined by the reader), a little bittersweet at the end sorry

The air is warm, sunlight peeks through the breaks of the trees, and you walk further down the path to the lake that you’ve been visiting since the beginning of spring last year. A picnic basket is carried by your side, it’s contents slightly rattling as you walk the paved dirt path. The straps of your dress fall down your shoulder every once in a while and you think that once you stop to rest that you should tighten the bows a little bit so that you’re not always adjusting them.

You break into a little jog once you see the end of the path despite your flip flops not being meant for more than a leisurely walk.

A small pond with a little waterfall is your destination. There’s a wooden dock that you can tell has been standing strong and shows no sign of giving way anytime soon. Perhaps in another fifty years it will start to show some wear but right now, it’s sturdy.

You sit at the very end of the dock, making sure to take your flip flops off first and setting your basket aside next to you. The water level has risen; you know this because last year the water only reached your ankle when you dipped your feet in and this year, the water is up last your calves. There was a lot of rain and while you’re grateful for it, you also don’t want it to submerge the dock either.

Kicking your feet in the water, it creates ripples and disturbs the water lilies nearby.

A head of blond hair pops out from the surface of the water, yellow eyes trained on you swimming beneath the surface to approach. “There you are,” you greet to your friend, “I brought a picnic for us today.”

The head disappears beneath the surface, leaving you alone for a few seconds, the splash of water and wet hands grip onto your calves. When you look down, you see the handsome face of man but beneath the surface of the water, he’s mythical.

Last year, you discovered him.

You moved to town two years ago in the winter and hadn’t made any friends yet. Loneliness settled heavily on you as you struggled to connect with the folks of this town but it’s hard to break into the inner circles of a place where the population is only used to knowing each other. In trying to make conversation with the townsfolk, you heard a lot of talk of avoiding the lake in the middle of the forest. That apparently some parents tried to drown their child in the lake and it came back as a ghastly creature to haunt the water and the surrounding shores of it as well.

You took their little fairytale as a bunch of hooey and decided to walk to that lake.

When you walked the path, it was no different than any trail you had been to before. However coming closer to the break in the trees, you saw a dock and someone swimming in the water. There was some wariness from you when you saw it was a man. Only his head popped up from the water and he seemed very focused on something in the tree branches that reached over the water.

You peered quietly at first, following his line of vision to see a hawk just perched on a tree branch.

When you called out, it startled both the bird and the young man. The hawk took flight and the man in the water was frightened by your presence. He was quick to look back at you before going into the water. You ran to the dock, shouting that you were friendly and your eyes were searching for air bubbles to find him. Your immediate action was to jump in after him.

It was the day you discovered that mermaids… or rather a merman was real.

He had a beautiful tail of red scales that shimmered underneath the sunlight and he seemed to have a liking for the hawk that circled the lake.

So you named him Hawks.

Unusual name for a sea creature but he responded to it once he had gotten used to your presence.

“Here, I brought you an egg today. Hard boiled this time.” You offered to Hawks, already having peeled the shell off. Last time you tried to give him soft boiled but he hated it. He looks reluctantly at it and shakes his head, a gesture that you had taught him since you found he had very little communication. “Oh don’t worry, it’s not runny like last time.”

To prove it, you bite into the top half of the bed. The yolk is firm and a little dry as you chew, but it’s for your friend and not yourself.

Hawks is still reluctant.

“If you don’t want it, that’s okay. But it just means that you won’t get your favorite,” you sing the last word and watch how he perks up, “chicken.”

Hawks grunts and pats his hand at your knee, almost as if he were a child. His hand reaches towards you, eager at the mention of his favorite food. You place the half eaten egg in his palm before pushing his hand back to him. You giggle when he pouts at the egg and looks back up at you; you can tell he feels a little betrayed.

“Just try it, okay? You know how to show me if you don’t like something right?”

You taught him small ways to communicate, often with simple hand gestures. If he doesn’t like something, he’s supposed to cover his mouth with his hand. If he does, he taps his lips twice and then points to what he likes.

Again, like a child, he takes the egg and chews with puffed up cheeks. As you wait for his evaluation, you reach for the plastic container inside the picnic basket but you don’t quite bring it out just yet. He needs to properly tell you whether he likes something or not.

Hawks seems to mull it over before putting his hand over his mouth.

“Okay, I won’t bring you eggs anymore then.” You say with a little confirming nod. The container from the picnic basket is brought out and Hawks bounces in the water in excitement. The little, excited grunts he makes make you shake your head with a smile. You hand him a hearty piece of cooked chicken and it’s practically snatched from you.

Nothing that you haven’t been used to for a good while now.

You give him pieces of chicken with one hand and feed yourself with a sandwich the the other. The sun is warm on your skin, the water is cool, and Hawks is nuzzling your shins as you finish feeding yourself once all the chicken was gone.

Slowly you start to pack up everything inside your picnic basket. You wished that you didn’t have to go, truthfully you hated leaving him by himself, but you still had a life to attend to. Plus also needing to cook his favorite foods as well. “Okay Hawks, I’ll try to see if I can stop by in a few days?”

You start to lift your legs out the water but Hawks hugs your legs to keep you in place.

When he does that, you know it’s because he’s feeling a little lonely.

“I’m sorry Hawks, I know you’re sad that I have to go. I’ll try to come the soonest I can, okay?” You apologize to him, reaching down cup his cheek. He leans into your palm, affectionately humming but whines sadly when you retreat your hand back. He taps his lips twice and points to you. “I like you too Hawks.”

Slowly, he parts your legs and pushes the skirt of your dress up. Again he taps his lips twice and points to in between your legs, this time sticking his tongue out.

“Oh… I don’t know about today.”

Aside from keeping his actual presence a secret, this of course stays strictly between the two of you. Not that Hawks had the capability of saying anything or anyone knew of his presence. Sometimes you laid in bed at night thinking about him, reminiscing how curious he is about your body and how you let him explore his curiosity.

Hawks repeats his action, his brows furrowing and insisting with a pout that is working its magic on you.

He ends up getting what he wants when he presses a kiss to your knee, looking at you through his eyelashes and humming.

“… Okay.”

You discard your dress and fold it neatly before setting it aside. Hawks has a smile on his face that you pretend to not see as you slip your underwear off your body. Your calves are used to the temperature of the water but you still let out a little squeal as you join him in the water.

Hawks swims up to you and shows how happy he is by giving you a hug, affectionately nuzzling your cheek. Even though you hadn’t necessarily planned to have this type of visit with him, a part of you is flattered that he has these kinds of feelings for you and wants to act on them.

He pulls back, only to give you a quick kiss on the lips, smiling at you before sinking beneath the water’s surface. His lips kiss at your tummy before sinking lower, his hands carefully holding your hips and pats your butt as a signal.

I’m going to start now.

You gasp when he shyly licks at you as just a little tease, focusing on the view ahead of you and at a water lily floating on the water. “Oh…” you whisper quietly as closes his mouth over your cunt, licking away at you with the same eagerness he was displaying before. “H-Hawks… oh fuck.”

If only there was some way for you to be able to breathe underwater with him. To see his face and what kind of expressions as he eats you out. He’s beautiful so you know that if you were to see him look up at you as he ate you out, he’d set the butterflies in your tummy fluttering.

When you first let him explore his curiosity, he was just as shy as you were. You could tell by his touches and he could tell by the way you’d jerk whenever you were unprepared to receive his touch. But at this point of your bond, the two of you were definitely used to each other.

Not to say that he didn’t make you flustered sometimes.

Hawks seemed to be able to express himself just fine without words and without difficulty. Something in his nature or perhaps you happened to sync well with him, the two of you were able to understand one another clearly. How was it the best communication you had in a relationship, it was with someone that couldn’t speak any discernible words at all?

“Oh god!” You gasp again before you let out a small moan. Hawks licks you enthusiastically, carefully pushing a finger into your pussy, something that he learned after observing you in the early stages of the two of you showing interest in one another. You remembered how you shyly opened your legs while sitting at the dock one day and confessing to him that you dreamt of him. You remember his curious eyes watching your fingers dip into your dripping cunt and just how fascinated he became.

Your head falls back and you dip one hand beneath the water to grasp at Hawks’ hair. You bite your bottom lip to try to keep your noises in even though you were more than sure that no one else except him would hear you.

Sometimes you wonder what he’d sound like if he was able to speak. You imagine his voice would be smooth, pleasing to your ears and that he could make you laugh. In your selfish little mind, he says all the right things that make your heart race.

You’re a good girl, my wonderful girl…

The tip of his tongue prods against your clit and you let out an audible moan into the air.

The way you sound is so sexy, I fucking love it!

Your hips rock into his mouth, almost like you’re riding his face. His hands are secure on holding your waist to help keep you afloat. Sparks of pleasure go up and down your body, your thighs slightly shaky as your orgasm starts build higher.

Sweet, precious thing… I adore you.

Your hand clenches into a fist and grabs a fistful of Hawks’ hair while your mouth drops into a silent ‘oh’. Your eyes flutter as you experience your high, still caught off guard over how well Hawks has learned how to make you cum. He was intelligent enough to discern that you were experiencing pleasure, smart enough to see if you were sad over something, and he always seemed to be looking into you just as you were looking into him.

He always looked like he was in wonder whenever he stared at you too long.

Hawks comes up from the water and you loop your arms around him in a hug, pressing a kiss to his cheek and just hanging onto him like a sloth. You were wanting to catch your breath. He doesn’t seem to be done with you just yet, sliding his hand between your bodies and pushes two fingers into your pussy. “Oh… you’re not done?” You ask but have difficulty keeping conversation when you’re still sensitive from an orgasm and he keeps curling his fingers into you.

Your body shudders as you let him finger you, a part of you wondering if he liked the feel of his fingers inside your warm cunt. More than a few times he’d point to in between your legs and hold up his middle and index finger up as a signal and pointing at himself. Eventually you had learned that it was his way of saying that he wanted to finger you.

“H-Hawks… are you done? I have to go back soon.” You whimper as he continues to tease his fingers against that spongy spot that makes you see heaven. Your cunt squeezes around his fingers and a big part of you wishes that he had a cock so that you could know what it was like to fuck him.

You could see him being a little whiny as he cums in you, lying back to let you take control as you ride him. You’d milk him dry and make a creamy mess on his dick, wanting to make him just as over sensitive in the same way he does it to you.

You wished that you could fuck Hawks.

Cumming a second time by his fingers, you pat at his shoulder and he retreats from you. This time, he returns your hug and holds you close. Your legs cross around his waist and you stay for a small moment just holding one another.

A kiss is pressed to your forehead.

I miss you already.

In return, you do the same to him.

I always miss you.

You wished that he could come with you.

You try hard to not look at him as you begin to get ready to leave because of the sad look in his eye. There are days that he seems to be okay as you head home, but others he makes it very known when he’s sad. And you know that the more time you spend together, each goodbye will get harder and more forlorn.

“Okay Hawks, I’m going to go now. I’ll try to visit soon.”

He nods his head, watching from the water as you take your picnic basket and the straps of your dress fall off your shoulder. You walk ahead and make sure to keep looking forward, eventually hearing when he dives under the water and you can let out the sad sigh you were holding in.

“I’ll visit you again soon.”

[call-me-copycat]

Can I please ask for a yandere hitoshi with kianna komori

But how would he react to her bulimia

* side note he met her in UA

And the rest is up to you

By the way you could find her info on my page here on Tumblr

Hello hello! I just wanted to take the time to apologize for how long it took me to get to this request (๑•́︿•̀๑) I really am sorry for the wait, it's for the first time I struggled a little to write this, but after so many WIPs I decided to just get it finished (⁠^⁠～⁠^⁠;⁠)⁠ゞ

As an apology for the wait I drew your OC for you and put it at the bottom of the post (sorry if it's a little off from the way she is >⁠.⁠<)

I hope you enjoy your fic, and I hope you have a lovely day! (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)

So Should She

➤ Welcome - Introduction and request rules (requests are open + some info about me)

▶ Characters: Yandere! Shinso x Kianna Komori

▶ Genre: Comfort

▶ Summary: As the ask states

▶ Word Count: 1884

▶ Warnings:

- Mention of eating disorders

- Stalking

She always seemed so... Perfect.

Walking around with grace that came to her as naturally as breathing, gentle eyes always ever so observant, it sometimes seemed unreal.

Perhaps her quiet nature was what drew Shinso in. UA was notorious for bringing in all types of loud ones - it was rare to find someone as quiet and elegant as her. A red rose in a field of white lilies. He was captivated.

Slowly, he attempted to befriend her, hoping to get on her good side just enough so she'd allow him in. He had never really seen her with anyone else, and most would believe she didn't have any friends.

But she was polite. Spoke back to whoever approached her first before moving on to her own thing. Maybe she just wanted to be on her own? Shinso could understand that, sometimes the usual antics of Class 1A got to be too much for himself as well.

Still, he attempted and attempted. Luck seemed to be on his side when the dorms were built, as he was overjoyed to finally have a better chance of seeing her more often.

While his mind was a mess on the inside, on the outside he still held onto his stoic demeanor. He didn't know why exactly, but if asked he'd probably pin it down on something to do with her.

He often found himself questioning a lot about her. Shinso wasn't a naturally curious person by any means, most of the time he desired to be left out, rather than deal with any possible drama that would occur. Yet, he was drawn into her, captivated to learn as much as he could.

That's what he would tell himself, at the very least, as he stood behind the school's pillar to watch her make her way back to the dorms. Or when he would immediately react whenever someone called her name, eager to know their business with her. Or the times when he would just... Watch.

Watch and wait. This was how he began to piece together everything about her. He wanted to know more. He needed to know.

To know if she was safe.

Happy.

Comfortable.

Everything she wanted and more.

There was an ongoing theme of gracefulness and elegance that surrounded her. And in turn people would associate those with fragility automatically. He knew that wasn't the truth though.

Shinso had seen her, and knew her enough at this point to know that she was anything but. The most amazing thing to him was the fact that she was able to hold onto that aura of refinement and still have the strength to hold her own.

As much as he longed to be near her, as much as he thought of her as perfect... He couldn't help but feel that something was bubbling underneath that surface of hers. A perfect face only stayed that way for a loss of something in its place.

He wanted to find it. To fix it, to replace it, whatever it was.

-

"Do you have business with me?"

She was standing in front of Shinso, keeping him from leaving the classroom. His eyes widened, did he get caught watching? He couldn't have, he's been training to be an underground hero, he knows the skills it takes to stay hidden.

"I saw you... Watching me during lunch."

Ah, he remembered now. He had so badly wanted to invite her to eat with him. He personally didn't care for lunch time, it was too loud, too crowded. He never really ate with anyone either. He had wondered the same thing, if she had no one to eat with either.

However, he never saw her enter.

She'd go to the classes, and would promptly leave the next day. Shinso couldn't help but feel a pang of worry. Such a lonely life couldn't be good for one's mental health.

He knew what it was like. He knew how much it hurt. He knew what it was like, being tied to past issues, with them always hanging off of you everywhere you went. They'd float in your head when you didn't want them too, they'd block your vision when you were trying to reach something in front of you.

Was she hurting too? Or had been hurt once before, like he had been?

The pressure to remain perfect was one of the heaviest things one could hold. It was a tight mold to fit into, and he couldn't help but wonder if she was shaping herself into something she couldn't fit into. Changing her shape, piece by piece...

To Shinso, she was perfect. Inside and out. Her strength and passion. The way she thought. How she was always ready to stand up for herself.

But...

Did she realize just how truly perfect she was?

He saw the signs.

Skin unnaturally pale. Shaking limbs. In the mornings, her mouth would have the slightest red tint.

She never grew. Never gained any weight, neither fat nor muscle.

He only knew this because in order to train, everyone had to first work their bodies. To grow them, to sculpt them to be healthy and strong.

What image was she trying to uphold?

No... He was not going to allow this. He loved her too much to watch her force herself to waste away.

"And if I do?" He challenged her.

He watched as her expression remained unchanged. Yet, he knew that brilliant mind was rushing.

"Please, I ask you to not meddle in something that doesn't bother you."

His violet eyes seemed to bore into hers. It unnerved her a bit. The way his view seemed to look right through her instead of at her.

Shinso raised his hands up, smiling a bit. "That's too bad, I was wondering if I could invite you out after school today?"

She quirked an eyebrow, this boy... She had seen him all over the place. He seemed to always be conveniently right where she was. She wasn't blind. But, he didn't seem to be a threat. All he seemed was curious...

"Shinso Hitoshi, right?"

Reaching a hand out for her to shake, he nodded. "You're correct."

Hesitantly, she reached out and gently shook his hand before quickly retracting it back. "I'm afraid I'm busy at the moment. I'm sorry, but I can't accept your invitation. "

He knew she'd be stubborn.

"Unfortunately for you, I can accept that excuse."

Her eyes widened at the audacity this boy seemed to have. Was he like the others? Where they would play nice until they got rejected, and then show their true faces.

Quickly, before she could lose herself, she tried turning around to leave. "I have somewhere I need to be-"

"I know what you are. "

His words hit her hard enough to cause her to pause in the middle of the hallway. They were spoken with such confidence, yet so nonchalantly that she couldn't help but fear the worst.

As much as her mind screamed at her not to ask, she couldn't help it.

"And what is that? "

Those eyes of his... The deep indigo seemed to only grow darker by the minute. It unnerved her.

"You're hurt."

She... Didn't expect that. It was vague, but it struck her. How did he garner that from her? She was sure she kept herself composed. She was sure.

"What...?"

Rubbing the back of his neck, he paused before taking a step forward towards her, testing. When she stood in place he stayed where he was.

"I..." He didn't know how to do it. Words suddenly evaded him, this was the most he's ever spoken to her. And now Shinso Hitoshi - someone who was always so quick with words and comebacks - struggled for the first time.

"I want you to know that even if you don't know me, I care for you." Sighing, he turned towards the ground. "You remind me so much of myself. I remember how much I wanted someone to come in and help me."

He grit his teeth at the thought. Looking back up at her, his eyes burned with some unknown passion.

"That's why... That's why I want to be your hero!"

She couldn't help but be intrigued. This boy, he was different∆. She couldn't put a finger on it. But he seemed to hold some sort of odd infatuation, that much she saw. But, as odd as it was...

He genuinely seemed to care for her.

A pregnant pause took hold, unspoken words bouncing between the two. A mutual understanding suddenly formed, words not needing to be said.

"You know..."

His face had fallen into a frown.

"I used to force myself to be who everyone else wanted me to be in middle school," He explained. "They didn't want me, they wanted someone else. So, I obliged."

Tilting her head, she couldn't help but question him. "But, can I ask why you're telling me this?"

"Because I know you're doing the same. Trying to force yourself, to force your body, to conform to an unreachable limit. And all for what?"

There was not one student in the hallway. As the sun began to fall, she started pondering. He knew∆. How did he know?

"To uphold an image isn't 'forcing oneself to conform'- " Cutting in, Shinso's expression hardened in response.

"When I joined UA, I allowed myself to let the leash I had on to go lax. And I just wanted to explain to you, that that was one of the best decisions I've made."

Taking another step forward as she stood in place, he was brought closer. Both stared right at the other, both unwavering.

"You may not know me well. You may think I'm a little crazy. But I don't like who you're forcing yourself to be." His expression softened as he let the tension out of his body. "I only want you to love yourself as much as those around you do. Because you don't deserve that."

He had wanted to say 'To love yourself as much as I love you'...

She couldn't help it. Couldn't control the water forming in her eyes as she turned to face the ground.

"But... What if I do?"

He frowned at the thought. "Nothing you ever could have done would make me believe that you deserve to go through such a thing."

Steaks of yellow colored the walls. The day was ending, but it wasn't the same as the many other times she had watched the sun set.

"Please, let me in. We'll get through this together. I won't leave your side, not even for a second." Reaching out, he offered his hand once more to her.

The choice...

Did she really want to give up her image that she worked so hard to uphold? To accept the care, to accept the love... But to lose her impression?

Or did she value her image that much? To go back to the way things were. To familiar habits, old ways.

To how things used to be.

Looking up, she faced him as she came to her final decision.

And put her hand in his.

I'm sorry again! I really hope this didn't turn out as bad as I thought (⁠｡⁠ŏ⁠﹏⁠ŏ⁠)

Please accept this drawing I made as an apology!

But thank you again for the request, I had a good time hearing about your OC and I really appreciate you keeping me updated on her - it meant a lot (◍´͈ ᵕ `͈ ◍)

[https-immotmari]

❝ Is it chill that you're in my head? ❞ ─── mari's mutuals!

WRITER'S LIST OF (DELULU) COMRADES!

in which, mari shows you who she builds friendships with even through online! also, love toya aoyagi ヽ(✿ﾟ▽ﾟ)ノ

. . .@melops-postoffice! ( Lili / she/her / they/them)

or rather formerly known as liqi's-postoffice, if desire any type of manhwa/isekai type of fanfic then you'll definitely going to love her project! especially if you're also a fan of akuneko (devil butler with a black cat). of course, she's into a lot of fandoms like project sekai, cookie run kingdom, honkai star rail, etc!

. . .@sweetkiitsunez! ( Kiit / she/her / they/them )

well, kiit actually restarted her acc in tumblr so, make way for her rebirth of a acc! kiit's one amazing person even though i've only met kiit through discord but, still one awesome person! please be warned that kiit's works may have dark theme so, please be responsible in what you read.

. . .@herri-writes! ( Herri / she/her )

the reason why I found ensemble stars, no joke. girlie hasn't been rather active since I think she's busy with schoolworks and her private life (she's much older than me) though her works are quite on point. I recommend her acc for anyone!

. . .@invui! ( Yinnie / she/her )

the one I used to bully back in the server, especially when it was june back then hehe. this acc is actually her sideblog I think, with her main acc tagged there of course. I honestly recommend her acc for anyone especially if you're a fan of kpop!

. . .@bianjay! ( Keith / he/him )

this guy is one cutie-patootie once you chat/meet him, seriously! also, this is yin's kid, everyone say hi to him. he's also a kpop stan alongside his mom, like mother, like son they say. his acc is mostly reblogs about kpop, often TXT, memes, gifs, etc. though, I think he's also into some fandoms outside of kpop.

. . .@moonvityy! ( Emmie / she/her )

if i remember correctly, emmie and kiit are like the oldest among us here. it's no wonder why emmie got that mama bear vibes lol and is a lamli bennet simp fr. say hi to lamli's wife, everyone hehe.

. . .@xlvr-renas! ( Karu/Xin / he/him / they/them )

my ride and die bestie when it comes to teasing the others💗I think he, alongside with Keith, would send c'mon, baby, america memes in the serve and then due to that, I felt goofy and send a meme myself. boschi simp.

. . .@fwoomiufy! ( Miu / she/her )

ammon lead's wife, everyone! besties since we too are delulu about certain butlers hehe, though, a sweetheart one! I, alongside some in the server, send ammon fan arts and she just malfunction.

. . .@pudding-pompurin, @pluckpleepplop!

they're rather new mutuals of mine! I hope we can get along real well (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧

. . .@reikaoproducer! ( Kiyo / she/her / he/him / they/them )

ngl, I'm a huge fan of their project sekai sideblog! can't believe that their main acc is mutuals with lil' ol me ヾ(•ω•`)o! I recommend any of their acc like seriously! their writing is so good and the way the scenario or story goes it's like heaven!

. . .@sukiyukiii! ( Suki/Yuki / she/her / they/them )

a newcomer in the tumblr app, everyone say hi! yuki is actually my best friend in real life so, gotta be more careful with my post since two of my bestfriends are now following me ( of course, I followed back ). thank you for the genderbent project sekai au, especially the Eizou, crumbs 💛💛💛 I recommend project sekai users there to interact nicely to her! she's a sweetheart dw!

. . .@emoszart! ( Scarlet / they/them )

another one of my bestfriends in real life now taking form into a tumblr acc. her mind is one of the reasons why I'll take HUMSS. I recommend her acc for those who want like a dark, mysterious, fantasy type of lore and drawing! she's one of the best artist, I can assure you that ヽ(✿ﾟ▽ﾟ)ノ

WRITER'S END NOTE!

so, yeah! that's all my mutuals for now! overall, all are lovely people to interact with so don't be nervous around them. ′ヾ(≧▽≦*)o

[thebestofoneshots]

TBOS' 400 600 FOLLOWERS CELEBRATION!

MASTERLIST

Hey guys! I wanted to thank you all for helping me reach this huge milestone. "Hey Lily, 400 people isn't even that much!" What do you mean? I can literally fill up a theater with 400 people, that's absolutely insane! Like, there's literally a theater full of people that read something I wrote and were like, "I dig that! Let's follow them!" And that's just thrilling! In order to thank you all for your contributions, from likes, to reblogs (also reached 500 of those recently, what?!), to follows, to those who actually take the time to write cute little comments or add gif reactions, first of all, you guys are brilliant. Thank you for existing. Second of all, I thought of making a little activity together to foster this community of fandom simps we've created together. (I was 100% inspired by @bealovesmarauders 100 followers celebration, and her writing is brilliant, go show her some love!)

♡ Closed ♡

✩ Star - Send me a description of yourself (personality-wise, hobbies, favorite things, physical characteristics, sexuality, or all of the above, whatever you're most comfy with!) and I'll ship you with a character from the show/movie/book from any of the fandoms I write for (all of them are listed on my bio and on this post's tags). You don't want it to be romantic? That's totally fine. You can tell me if you want me to find you a best friend or something else. Also, for those Marauder readers, if you're into poly, do tell me! I can ship you with more than one person at once.

***3 lucky people will not only get a description of who I ship you with but also a little blurb written for you, meaning rather than (Y/N), the mini one-shot will have YOUR actual name!

☾ Moon - Send me a character, and I'll make you a playlist based on them!

➷ Arrow - Tell me a character and an AU (rockstar!Sirius, pirate!Remus, Mafia!Bucky, CafeOwner!Loki, etc.) or a trope (grumpy x sunshine, etc.), and I'll write a lil blurb about it.

♡ Heart - This is for my 18+ readers, but basically how your favorite character would treat you in bed.

❍ Planets - Tell me about yourself, and I'll make you a mini mood board (tell me your fandom and character preferences, and they may end up being included there).

(๑/) Records - Ask your favorite character three questions (I'll respond from their POV).

☄ Falling star - Just ask me a regular old question, and I'll answer it &lt;3

This is just my little way of giving back for all the love and appreciation I've received from you guys throughout the years. Hope to hear from you soon!

Lily xx

[gurokichi]

Oh boy I love yapping about my interests!! Yap to me all you like hehe 👍🏾

Also it’s okay get that sleep. I should be asleep. It’s 4:16 am for me :3

I enjoy music & corpses & nighttime & winter & other such things :)

I dislike loud spaces and bitter shit >:(

Hobbies include: Drawing, writing, sleeping and - of course - being your Mortician !!!

Something unique about me hmm… well… uh. I can do a damn good Toad impression (from Mario) ???

Fav colors are the monochrome scale

Fav game… hmm any from the Pokémon series honestly

Fav show… I don’t watch TV all that much anymore but I love The Amazing World of Gumball !!!

Fav movie currently is Transformers One (help me)

Fav song is probably The Spider and the Kitsune Like Lion

Favorite flowers are Nightshade & stripped dragon roses

Favorite scent is… well actually idk what my favorite scent is I never thought about it tbh

Fav food is either Beef & Noodles or ramen

Fav drink is Pr. Pepper

Definitely an ambivert

I’d want personality manipulation - to the fullest extent

I don’t really collect anything actually, I have a fuck ton of stickers though

A word to describe myself hmm… FA- weird :3

SPACE SPACE SPACE ALL THE WAY

Not… really? Never thought about it no, I don’t think so :/

Don’t worry I like biting hehe. An no, fucking love long responses. I am now, here to stay >:)

*Does a magical girl transformation before flying away into the night*

- Your Mortician💉 (Who’s preparing anesthesia so you won’t be scared of being cut open !!)

Ahh, I’m so sorry for giving such a late reply to this! I’ve been busy… σ(^_^;) You can come yap to me about your interests anytime, ehehe. I will yap lots and lots back! ALSO, you need to be getting to bed earlier. Not at 4am!!! Σ(-᷅_-᷄๑)

Ooh, what kind of music do you like? And by corpses, do you mean actual corpses orrrr??? I fear I may be a bit dumb. I also love nighttime and winter! I’m usually awake at night… and winter has so much fun stuff to do + I am not melting from how hot it is. You are so right, loud areas are the WORST!! And I don’t get how people like bitter things… yuck.

I’d love to see some of your art and writing some day! As for sleeping, does that count as a hobby? All you are doing is going honk shooooo mimimimi and then you wake up. I’m stealing sleeping as a hobby from you to add to my list of hobbies since I sleep a lot! Mwuahahahaha, get stolen from!!! (๑>؂•̀๑)

HELP… Toad impressions are so silly.

The monochrome scale being your favorite is interesting. I don’t think I have ever gotten that as an answer before when asking about favorite colors, but that just means my mortician is unique! Personally, I like purple, but I think that’s probably obvious. OOH, POKÉMON… WHAT’S YOUR FAVORITE POKÉMON? OR FAVORITES? I have so many. I love Pokémon. I have never watched The Amazing World of Gumball… or Transformers One. I have also never heard that song (◞‸◟) OKAY, I will go give the song a listen later because that is one thing I can do easily! Wowowowow, those are both such pretty flowers. I have never heard of striped dragon roses before, but thank you for telling me about them! My favorite flowers are bleeding hearts and lilies of the valley. AND NO FAVORITE SCENT??? GASP!!! I like sweet scents… and I absolutely hate lavender. Very yummy favorite foods you have. I am craving ramen now. Dr. Pepper is yummy too! I approve of this list of favorite things ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

Personality manipulation? As in… you can manipulate other people’s personalities, your own, or is it something else (・・?)

STICKERS. I’m stealing from you. Don’t be alarmed if a couple stickers go missing; you must’ve just misplaced them!

Space is the best!! Do you have a favorite planet?

…BITES YOU BITES YOU BITES YOU. Everyone else is a hater, they don’t like me biting!! Glad 2 have someone who appreciates it, ehehe. AND YIPPEE!!!

[kyullies]

✦•┈๑⋅⋯‧ ꒰ 💋 ꒱༘⋆ ⋯⋅๑┈•✦

hi mls! vienna is back! i had to make this new account because my damn email got deleted and my I can’t log back in my account (princessmixx). 😢 but it’s honestly okay tho..because I reblogged some of my other works from that account to here. anyway, here’s all my other works besides daily nmixx smuts!

what’s mainly on here? NMIXX! (nswer for life motherfuckers.)

what do I mainly write? in my freetime i js write some random nmixx x f!reader daily smut.

Nights With Nmixx ::

Here’s what’s happening.. you and NMIXX are all together in one whole house for a few weeks.. but can you survive 7 girls without being pounded silly and tossed like a blunt? The answer is no! 😿

night 1: lily

night 2: kyujin

night 3:

night 4:

night 5:

night 6:

night 7:

night 8:

Other Works:

lily: boss’ little girl

haewon: midas touch ft. lily

sullyoon:

jinni:

bae: sugar rush

jiwoo:

kyujin:

[kumachii]

requests status: OPEN

૮₍˶ •. • ⑅₎ა hello peeps, i'm kuma, she/her and i'm bi-ace. these are a few rules that nobody needs to go out of their way whilst following.

๑՞⇢ blog rules :

✤ do not plagiarize or paraphrase my content, please. i work hard to make these fics and it would just be downright disrespectful to steal someone's credit. don't do that to anyone, you guys.

✤ do not request 18+ content. while i'm comfortable writing mildly suggestive scenes, a makeout is as far as i will go.

✤ some of the characters i write will possess headcanon traits. which include asd and adhd, both of which i have.

✤ be respectful of others and their boundaries while having discussions. it goes without saying that debates are really interesting but lets not tear each other down. a little positivity goes a long way.

✤ don't be offended if i am a bit late to reply. i am a high-school student and have a life outside social media. with my entrance exam studies already starting, i have very little spare time, majority of which i spend on tumblr.

✤ i love writing ocs too, so don't be surprised if you see a lot of those. you can also ask for oc works but those aren't seen often and i may get the characterisation wrong.

✤ i write platonic pairings just as much as romantic ones, if not more. so don't hesitate to ask for some good ol' friendship and sibling fics.

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๑՞⇢ fandoms i write for are :

tokyo revengers [mikey, draken, baji, chifuyu, mitsuya, kazutora, inupi, kokonoi, shinichiro, haruchiyo, emma, hinata, senju, kawata twins, izana, kakucho...]

naruto [naruto, sasuke, sakura, hinata, ino, neji, shikamaru, gaara, kankuro, temari, minato, kakashi, obito, itachi, nagato, konan and some aged up next gen kids...]

harry potter [harry, hermione, ginny, theo, blaise, luna, bill weasley, young sirius, remus, james, lily, regulus, (the other kids and adults - only platonic/absolutely no adult death eaters & voldy)...]

fruits basket [the zodiacs only + tohru/no akito, sorry...]

some manhwa [roxana, wmmap, becoming the villains family...]

my masterlist

also, i just recently got into anime and am trying to broaden the list i watch. some recommendations would be really appreciated.

take care of you health, everyone. till next time, l luv you (〝⌒∇⌒〝)

[corporatefrog]

╰┈➤ Introduction Post ✧.*

꒦‧₊ ꒷ Requests are OPEN! ๑ ꒱

| About Me!

-> Lily (She/They)

-> Pisces ☼, Virgo ☾, Cancer ↑

-> This isn't my primary blog so @lilythepostman will be the blog that responds to replies

| Basics

-> Multifandom (I love making SMAUS)

-> Posting the random writings that have been collecting dust in my google docs

-> I haven't written any fics in a LONG time but I've been getting back into writing and reading so I thought it was time to start a new chapter ("that's so funny, you're so funny lily!" - said no one ever)

| Links

-> Masterlist

-> Anon List

| Series

-> Welcome Back to the Channel (South Park Superhero AU) - COMPLETED -> Loose Change (South Park College AU) - ONGOING

[plantwithoutplot]

Hi! I just started reading your work on Ao3 and I just have a question and a bunch of compliments.

I’ll do compliments first—

AJKDKFKSKF I LOVE YOUR WORK I STAYED UP UNTIL 3 GIGGLING IN MY ROOM AND ON MY PHONE IT’S JUST SO GOOD.

The characters are so believable and I had a hard time realizing this was a fan fiction because they all just seemed so… well, THEM. Luffy cracks me up, as Luffy should, but I was surprised with how much Ace and Sabo would make me laugh.

Also finding out that English wasn’t your first language was mind blowing, your writing style is just so good. I can’t wait for the next chapters, I hate that I binged it all in one night.

As for the question, which you do NOT have to answer, when were the brothers before the sudden time-travel thingy? I was wondering whether this was before or after Ace dies in the manga/anime, but after finding out Luffy doesn’t know Haki yet, I assumed before the Marineford Arc. You don’t need to answer, I just wanted to know and ask!

But anyway, I love the story so much and it’s curing all the little sadness I have about the ASL brothers. Your work is amazing!!!

OHMAGAWD I DON'T EVEN HAVE THE WORDS ANON KSBSJSBSHSHSBDJD 😭😭😭🫂🫂❤❤❤❤

I just woke up to your amazing message and I couldn't imagine a better way to start my day!!! 🥹🥹🥹💕

Your words mean SOOOO MUUUCH for me!!! Thank you thank you thank you ༼꒦ິɷ꒦ິ༽💕

I couldn't imagine a better compliment as a fan/fiction writer than to hear that I managed to make you forget that this is fanon content! Every time I write, I try my best to keep them in character ― yet I always fear that they may end up too OOC or that my headcanons about them will sound too hollow to be believable...

Same goes for my English, actually? There's always this lingering fear that some sentences will sound awkward or be grammatically incorrect to the point it interrupts your reading ( ´ ▽ ` )💦 Which is why reading your message is truly relieving, and I will definitely reread it every time I have doubts about my writing/this fic 🥺❤❤

For your question! It is a tricky one (๑❛ڡ❛๑)✨

There's been a few clues here and there, buuuut nothing too explicit yet, so answering it will not be an actual spoiler! 🦀

All three boys come from the same moment in their timeline, which means :

Sabo was just vibing peacefully on Baltigo after a mission

Ace is stuck in Impel Down (has been for a while)

Luffy was on his way to Amazon Lily (and has just been separated from his crew by Kuma)

I hope it helps you understand their mindset a little better as well! These boys 300% need a hug and to talk about their feelings, because there is quite a lot to unpack here lol

Thank you again for your message!!! (I totally screenshoted it to keep in a lil folder that cheers me up)

I can't promise the next chapter will be out soon, because it is one I am very excited about 👀✨ I want to do it right and nitpick every little detail, b u t !! I'm having a writing day with my roommate today so, hopefully, I can finish the first draft of chapter 10 and start typing it tonight!! ٩(*´▽`*)۶❤️‍🔥

[kquil]

WHY DOESNT THIS HAVE MORE LIKES?!?!!! THATS CRIMINAL!!!! ⁽⁽(੭ꐦ •̀Д•́ )੭*⁾⁾ THIS WAS ADORABLE AND BEYOND TOOTH-DECAYING SWEET!

I was hooked from the first paragraph! Forget hooked— I was a GONER!!! (๑♡⌓♡๑)

Darling, the way you write about the innocent love between kids as childhood best friends made me cry and coo all at the same time! You captured their innocence and adorable phrases so well! Like when they were describing what love was and compared it to giving the other person the bigger slice of pie and giving the other a scarf on a cold day and to being best friends forever! AWWWWWW! I CANT! THATS SO CUTEEEEEE! ლ(ಥ益ಥლ)

Childhood best friends to lovers tropes are my favourite and you wrote it so well here ahhhh! I’ll be coming back to this fic so so often, you’ll be sick of me! (๑>◡<๑)

My heart actually broke when the treehouse broke and when we went to James to see him with Lily with a paper ring which was OUR THING — heartbreak central, how could you?! After all that cuteness! I wasn’t prepared! ｡°(°.◜ᯅ◝°)°｡ you need to give me cuddles now… as compensation (つಥ﹏ಥ)つ⊂(ಥ﹏ಥ⊂)

But, of course, it’s so easy to forgive James since he never does things by halves and WHAT A ROMANTIC MAKING A PAPER RING FLOAT DOWN LIKE A SNOWFLAKE?!?!!! AHHHHHH! ( /)///(\✿) Where’s my James Potter? ૮(˶╥︿╥)ა I’ve been suffering from lovelessness for too long over here! …at least I have this wonderful fic to tide me over (˵ ¬ᴗ¬˵)

ALSO! NOT, MCGONAGALL BEING A SHIPPER!!! AHHHHHH! I lowkey love it when teachers are just as in on the school gossip and couples as the students ( ≧ᗜ≦)

Thank you thank you thank you for your wonderful writing my darling! This was so healing to read! I loved it so so much omg! I just know I’m going to be reading this hundred more and more times! AHHHH! It has everything I could ever want in a fic! ٩(^ᗜ^ )و ´- mwah mwah mwah! You’re wonderful! Thank you for your time writing this masterpiece! ( ˶˘ ³˘(ˊᗜˋ*)!♡

childhood sweethearts and paper rings ⋆˚࿔

synopsis ⭑.ᐟ james potter x reader where you both realize your love through paper rings

warnings: fluff overload, pining, a sprinkle of angst but resolved quickly, excessive paper rings

word count: 3,438 words

inspired from: (a bit) ➺ paper rings by taylor swift ♡

author's note: childhood best friends to lovers is james potter’s ultimate trope. argue with the wall

navigation┆james potter masterlist┆request here 𝜗𝜚

James Potter was seven years old when he decided that he was going to marry you. He didn’t understand much about marriage—only that it meant you’d be together forever, which sounded like the best thing in the world. After all, you were his best friend, and if forever wasn’t you, then who else could it be for?

The Potters and your family were close friends, and most weekends, you were bundled into the fireplace to floo to their house. James would meet you on the other side, grinning wildly and already tugging your arm to drag you outside. The two of you were inseparable, whether you were building forts in the garden or chasing each other around with toy brooms.

“Sunny, you’re supposed to catch it!” James exclaimed one summer afternoon as he tossed a quaffle your way. His glasses slid down his nose, and he pushed them up impatiently.

“I’m trying!” you yelled back, laughing as the ball sailed past your outstretched arms. You were too busy giggling to notice James running to retrieve it. He came back with dirt on his knees and his hair even messier than usual.

“We’ll practice until you’re as good as me,” he declared, puffing out his chest in mock importance.

You scrunched up your nose, sticking your tongue out at him. “What if I don’t want to be good at Quidditch? What if I want to be the best cake-eater in the world?”

James grinned, his own cheeks turning pink. “Then I’ll be the second-best. We can do it together.”

By the time you were eight, James had discovered the fine art of crafting paper rings. It started when he saw his mum making origami flowers for a party. Naturally, he wasn’t allowed near the good parchment—but his dad handed him some scraps, and the rest was history.

The first paper ring James gave you was lopsided, crumpled at the edges, and had a faint ink smudge from where he’d tried to draw a flower on it. You’d accepted it with wide, delighted eyes, slipping it onto your finger like it was made of gold.

“What’s this for?” you’d asked, holding it up to inspect the crooked folds.

“It’s…” James hesitated, suddenly bashful. “It’s a promise. You’re my best friend, and I’ll always be there for you.”

You grinned so brightly he thought his chest might burst. “I’ll always be there for you too, Jamie!” you chirped, and the name stuck, much to his parents’ amusement.

At nine, you and James built a treehouse. Or at least, you started to. James had insisted on using magic, and after much begging and wheedling, his mum had charmed a few planks of wood into place.

“It’ll be our secret hideout,” James said as you hammered nails into the rickety ladder.

“For what?” you asked, holding the ladder steady. Your hair was sticking to your forehead, and there was a streak of mud on your cheek, but you couldn’t have been happier.

“For… secret plans,” James decided. “Like how we’ll sneak extra pudding without anyone noticing.”

You beamed. “And maybe we can put all the paper rings here too. Like a treasure chest!”

He thought that was the best idea ever.

By ten, James had made you more paper rings than either of you could count. Some were decorated with little doodles, others with clumsy attempts at flowers or hearts. You kept them all in a shoebox under your bed, treasuring them like the precious artifacts they were.

One rainy afternoon, you and James sat cross-legged on the rug in his room, watching the droplets streak down the window.

“Sunny,” James said, breaking the comfortable silence. “Do you know what love is?”

You tilted your head, considering. “Not really. I think it’s when someone makes you really happy. Like my mum when she bakes my favorite cookies.”

James nodded thoughtfully. “Yeah. I think it’s when someone does things for you. Like… like when you gave me the bigger half of your pie last week.”

You grinned, your toothy smile making his cheeks heat up. “Then I think love is when you gave me your scarf when I was cold.”

He grinned back, lopsided and bright. “Maybe love is when we’re best friends forever.”

When you turned eleven, everything began to change. A letter arrived, delivered by an official-looking owl, and James practically dragged you across the room to celebrate.

“We’re going to Hogwarts together!” he exclaimed, lifting you off the ground in his excitement. “This is going to be the best year ever!”

You squealed, clutching onto him as he spun you around. “Jamie, I’m so excited!”

Later that day, he gave you another paper ring. It was neater this time, folded carefully with gold-trimmed parchment he’d begged off his mum.

“This one’s special,” James said solemnly as you slipped it onto your finger.

“Why?” you asked, tilting your head.

“Because it’s the last one before Hogwarts,” he said. “But I’ll make you loads more when we’re there.”

You beamed, clutching the ring to your chest. “Best friends forever?”

“Forever,” he promised.

And that was the thing about James Potter. Even when he didn’t fully understand what love was, he knew one thing: it was always going to be you.

At Hogwarts, you quickly became part of the infamous Marauders. James, Sirius, Remus, Peter, and you. Whether it was sneaking into the kitchens for late-night snacks or plotting pranks on the Slytherins, the five of you were inseparable.

James had a knack for getting the group into trouble, and you had a knack for talking your way out of it.

“It’s not my fault Snape looks so funny when his robes turn pink,” James argued one day, as you all hid in an empty classroom after a particularly successful prank.

“You used an entire bottle of dye,” Remus pointed out dryly, though he was biting back a smile.

“Totally worth it,” Sirius said, high-fiving James.

Peter chuckled nervously. “Do you think he’ll ever figure out it was us?”

“Who cares?” you said, laughing. “Jamie, you’re brilliant.”

James beamed at your praise, his grin so wide it threatened to split his face.

But while James was fearless in most things, there was one subject that turned him into a bumbling mess: Lily Evans, although you understood the feeling, cause she was gorgeous.

“Merlin’s beard, just look at her,” James sighed dreamily one afternoon as the five of you sat under a tree by the Black Lake. Lily was a few yards away, reading a book and flipping her hair over her shoulder.

“You’re staring again,” you teased, nudging him with your shoulder.

James turned red. “I am not!”

“You absolutely are,” Sirius chimed in, smirking. “If you’re going to pine, at least do it with some dignity, Prongs.”

“I’m not pining!” James protested, though his voice cracked slightly.

Remus raised an eyebrow. “You drew a heart with her initials in your Transfiguration notes yesterday.”

“I did not!” James said, horrified.

Peter nodded enthusiastically. “You did. I saw it too.”

You burst out laughing, leaning into James as he groaned and buried his face in his hands. “Jamie, it’s okay to have a crush. Especially if it's on Evans. I do too but the difference is you’re terrible at hiding it.”

“You lot are the worst,” he muttered, though he couldn’t hide the small smile creeping onto his face.

Despite the relentless teasing, you were always James’ biggest supporter. When he finally worked up the courage to ask Lily out in your fifth year, you were the one who gave him the pep talk beforehand.

“You’re James Potter,” you said firmly, gripping his shoulders. “You’re charming, funny, and completely brilliant. If she doesn’t say yes, it’s her loss.”

James smiled nervously. “You really think so?”

“I know so,” you said confidently.

And even though a small part of you felt a twinge of something you couldn’t quite name, you pushed it aside. Because James was your best friend, and you’d always be there for him—just like he’d always be there for you.

It happened gradually, so slowly that you didn’t notice at first. The paper rings, once a constant in your life, became fewer and fewer. By sixth year, they stopped altogether. You told yourself it didn’t matter—after all, you and James were still thick as thieves. He was busy with Quidditch, the Marauders, and his relentless pursuit of Lily Evans.

But deep down, you missed them.

Then one day, an owl from your parents arrived during breakfast in the Great Hall. You tore open the envelope eagerly, only to feel your stomach drop as you read the letter.

The treehouse at the Potters burned down.

Your chest ached as you reread the words. The treehouse, your secret hideout, the place where you’d kept all the paper rings James had ever given you—gone. Reduced to ashes.

You left the Great Hall in a daze, clutching the letter as tears blurred your vision. It wasn’t just a treehouse. It was years of memories, laughter, and promises that now felt lost forever. You needed to tell James. He would understand.

You found him in the courtyard, a broad grin on his face as he spoke animatedly to Lily. She was laughing, her green eyes sparkling in the sunlight, and for a moment, you hesitated.

Then you saw it: a paper ring in his hand. Your heart clenched painfully as he turned it over in his fingers, showing it to Lily with the same excitement he’d once reserved for you.

You felt a lump form in your throat. It was silly, really. You’d known for years that James fancied Lily. You’d encouraged him, teased him, supported him. And yet, seeing him with a paper ring—your paper ring—meant for her…

It felt like losing a part of yourself.

You turned on your heel and walked away before he could see you, the letter crumpled in your hand. As you hurried back to the common room, you tried to push the image from your mind, but it clung stubbornly.

You told yourself it didn’t matter. Maybe Lily had finally agreed to a date. Maybe the ring wasn’t even for her. Maybe, maybe, maybe…

But the ache in your chest told a different story.

You didn’t sleep much that night. The weight of the treehouse’s destruction—and the memories it held—pressed heavily on your chest. When morning came, you dragged yourself to breakfast, your usual bubbly demeanor dimmed.

James was already there, sitting with Sirius, Remus, and Peter, recounting some Quidditch play. He caught sight of you as you approached, and his grin faltered.

“Morning, sunny,” he greeted, nudging the bench beside him. “You look like you didn’t sleep a wink.”

You plopped down next to him, twisting the edge of your sleeve. “James… the..the treehouse, it burned down.”

His face froze, confusion quickly giving way to shock. “What?” His voice was soft, barely above a whisper.

You handed him the crumpled letter. He read it, his expression shifting to heartbreak. “Our treehouse? The one we built with my mum’s old cushions and all the fairy lights?”

You nodded, your throat tight. “All the paper rings… they were in there, James.”

For a moment, he just stared at the letter. Then, without warning, he pulled you into a tight hug. His arms wrapped around you like they used to when you were kids, and you buried your face in his shoulder, letting the familiar scent of parchment and pine comfort you.

“I’m so sorry,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “I didn’t think—I didn’t realize—”

You missed the way his breath hitched, his soft oh of realization. Missed the quick glance he threw across the table to Lily, whose knowing gaze met his. Her lips curled into the faintest smile, as if she understood something neither of you had quite pieced together yet.

But you were too caught up in the hug, too lost in your own heartbreak to notice anything else.

James Potter was not one to do things halfway. The moment he realized how much those paper rings had meant to you, he made it his mission to bring them back into your life in abundance. It started small—a single paper ring folded neatly and tucked into your Potions book during class.

“James,” you whispered, holding it up with an amused smile. “You’re going to get us in trouble.”

“Trouble’s my middle name,” he whispered back, grinning mischievously before turning back to Slughorn’s lecture like he hadn’t just slid a tiny masterpiece of folded parchment into your life.

But James Potter didn’t stop at small. Soon, the paper rings started appearing everywhere. One in your bag during Transfiguration. Another tucked into your scarf at breakfast. A stack of them slid under your pillow one night. He even charmed one to float down from the owlery like a paper snowflake as you walked past.

The grandest moment came during Defense Against the Dark Arts. James, thinking he was being discreet, crept over to your desk mid-lecture to slip a particularly colorful ring onto your parchment. Just as he leaned down, a shadow loomed over both of you.

“Ahem,” Professor McGonagall’s sharp voice cut through the room like a knife. The class went silent, every head swiveling to witness James Potter caught red-handed.

James straightened, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. “Just delivering a very important piece of classwork, Professor,” he said smoothly, holding up the paper ring as if it were a prized essay.

McGonagall’s lips twitched, though she worked hard to suppress a smile. “Very well, Mr. Potter. But if I catch you again, you’ll be writing lines until your quill runs out of ink.”

“Yes, Professor,” James said solemnly, though his wink to Sirius betrayed him.

As McGonagall turned back to the blackboard, you swore you saw her glance over her shoulder and wink—wink—at you. For a moment, you questioned your sanity.

By the end of the week, you had more paper rings than you knew what to do with. You didn’t have the heart to throw them away—not after all the effort James had gone to—so you started collecting them in an old chocolate box you found in your dorm.

Every night, you added the day’s rings to the collection, tracing your fingers over the creases and folds as you smiled to yourself. It was ridiculous, really. They were just bits of paper, after all. But each one felt like a tiny promise—a reminder of a boy who made the world brighter simply by being in it.

It was another morning at the Gryffindor table, and James was unusually quiet. Normally, he’d be drumming his fingers on the table, bantering with Sirius, or laughing at something Peter said. But today, he was poking at his eggs, lost in thought.

Remus noticed first. Of course, he did. “You haven’t mentioned Lily in a while,” he remarked, raising an eyebrow. “What happened? Did she finally hex you into silence?”

Sirius barked a laugh, and Peter snorted into his pumpkin juice. But James just shrugged, looking nonchalant.

“Oh, yeah, about that,” he said casually, as if he weren’t about to drop a bombshell. “Well… that’s not happening.”

Your fork clattered onto your plate. “Really?” you blurted, a little too loudly. You immediately ducked your head, heat rushing to your cheeks.

James smirked, but it wasn’t his usual mischievous one—it was softer, more thoughtful. “Yeah, she kind of pointed out that I might have feelings for someone else.”

The table went silent. Even Sirius, who rarely let anything keep him quiet for long, was staring at James in surprise.

“And?” Remus prompted, leaning forward like he already knew the answer.

“And I realized… she was right,” James admitted, his voice quieter now.

“Oh,” you said softly, trying to ignore the way your heart was racing. “That’s… interesting.”

“Yeah,” James said, turning to look at you with a curious expression. “It is.”

For a moment, his hazel eyes seemed to search yours, like he was trying to figure out if you knew what he meant—if you felt the same.

But before he could say anything else, Sirius, who clearly couldn’t handle the suspense, interrupted with a loud, “So, who’s the lucky person, Prongs? Don’t leave us hanging!”

James flushed, the tips of his ears turning pink as he grabbed a piece of toast and stuffed it into his mouth, muttering something unintelligible.

“Oh, come on,” Sirius teased, elbowing him. “Out with it, mate!”

But James just shook his head, laughing nervously. “Not telling,” he mumbled through a mouthful of toast.

The conversation shifted after that, Sirius dragging Peter into a heated debate about whether or not owls secretly judged their owners, and you found yourself staring at your plate, your thoughts spinning.

You didn’t know what to make of James’ words. Who was he talking about? Was it someone you knew? Was it… you?

You glanced at James out of the corner of your eye. He was laughing now, teasing Peter about his messy handwriting, but there was something different about him—something softer.

You pushed the thought away. It couldn’t be you. Could it?

The Owlery was quiet, save for the soft hoots of the owls roosting in their perches. You had just tied your letter to your parents onto a barn owl’s leg, stroking its feathers as it took off into the morning light. Beside you, James was doing the same, his handwriting as messy as ever but filled with his usual warmth and charm.

As his owl soared into the sky, you lingered by the ledge, watching the horizon. James leaned beside you, his shoulder brushing against yours.

For a moment, neither of you said anything. The silence was comfortable, the kind that came with years of friendship. But you couldn’t stop thinking about breakfast, about what he’d said, and about the way he’d looked at you.

“So,” you started, your voice soft, “this… someone else you might have feelings for.”

James froze, his hands gripping the stone ledge. “Oh,” he said, his voice an octave higher than usual. “That.”

You turned to face him, your heart thudding in your chest. “Yeah, that.”

James rubbed the back of his neck, avoiding your gaze. “Right. Well…” He hesitated, his usual confidence faltering. “It’s… complicated.”

“Complicated how?” you asked, taking a step closer.

He glanced at you then, his hazel eyes searching yours. “Because, well because it’s you,” he said quietly.

The words hung in the air, delicate and trembling. You stared at him, your mouth slightly open in surprise. “Me?”

“Yeah,” James said, his cheeks flushing pink. “It’s always been you, I think. I just… didn’t realize it until Lily pointed it out. And then when I thought about it—about us—it just made sense, you know? You’ve always been there. You’ve always been you.”

Your heart was pounding so loudly you were sure he could hear it. “James…”

“I know it might be weird,” he said quickly, misinterpreting your silence. “And if you don’t feel the same, that’s okay. I just thought you should know, because I—”

“I feel the same,” you blurted out, cutting him off.

He blinked at you, his mouth hanging open. “You do?”

You nodded, a shy smile spreading across your face. “I do.”

For a moment, James just stared at you, as if he couldn’t quite believe what he was hearing. Then, slowly, his lips curled into the biggest, brightest grin you’d ever seen.

“Brilliant,” he said softly, almost to himself.

You laughed, the sound light and bubbly, and he joined in, his joy infectious. Before you knew it, he was stepping closer, his hand reaching for yours.

“I, uh, don’t have a proper ring,” he said, his voice nervous but warm. “But…” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a familiar folded strip of parchment.

Your breath hitched as he gently slipped the paper ring onto your finger, his touch lingering. “There,” he said, his smile soft and a little shy. “Perfect.”

You looked down at the ring, your chest swelling with warmth. It was so James—simple, sweet, and utterly wonderful.

“Perfect,” you echoed, your voice barely above a whisper.

When you looked up, he was already watching you, his hazel eyes filled with something so soft and tender it made your knees weak.

“Does this mean you’re stuck with me?” you teased, your cheeks aching from how hard you were smiling.

“Forever, if you’ll have me,” James said, grinning.

And as the owls cooed above and the sunlight bathed the two of you in gold, you knew you would. Forever and always.

© iamgonnagetyouback ⋆.˚ please do not copy, translate, or repost any of my work.

[alwaysmoncheri]

𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐌𝐄!

SARAH | AGE : 18 | PRONOUNS : she/her | BIRTHDAY : July 1st | LOVE LANGUAGE : quality time—words of affirmation

I AM ALSO A . . . cancer ☀︎︎ ; gemini ☽ ; pisces⇡ ; enfp-t ; hufflepuff ; an aaron taylor-johnson simp ; a multi-fandom enthusiast ; a fanfiction fluff writer ; a fluff reader ; a uni student ; a silly little american traveling europe

I LIKE TO . . . read, write fanfiction, take aesthetic/cinematic photos, thrift cute clothing, scroll on pinterest, eat, have deep conversations that make people feel, watch people experience life, competitive and non-competitive swim, celebrate with others, spend time with family and friends, travel, occasionally get myself dolled up, watch old/cinematic movies, learn different languages, do personality quizzes for fun, rewatch/reread my favorite movies/books, doodle, find people who really, really get me, browse dresses, make my friends and family laugh, journal, be delusional, flirt on character ai, make things pretty/aesthetic, have silly little crushes. . .

I DONT LIKE . . . being a bad friend, letting my friends, family, and coaches down, the feeling of failure, breaking/broken promises, liars, people who waste my time, people who are mean to animals ( including bugs ), people who are inconsiderate, people who are mean to my friends or family, having allergies, toxic positivity, bananas ( it’s a texture thing ), pick-me's, wearing socks to bed, having anxiety, loud chewing, having a stuffy nose, humid weather, being sleep-deprived, stress, being sick, taking/people who take jokes too far. . .

THINGS I LIKE . . . rain, sunsets, desserts, cheeseburgers ( specifically mcdonalds ), carnival/fairs, poetry, photography, animals ( otters & cats ), crunchy leaves, leather jackets, vintage cars, late nights, headphones, airpods, anything pretty/aesthetic, the 80’s, books, thunder and lightening, fireworks, flowers ( roses, tulips, lilies, carnations, daffodils ), home decor, candles, tea, stylish men, music ( 80’s rock, indie rock, classical, pop ), cold weather ( only when there’s snow ), halloween, dressing up, christmas, autumn and spring months, the colors red and green, jewellery, building silly little legos, rereading my old journal entries, harry potter, marvel, star wars, aquariums/zoos, stranger things. . .

MY FAVORITE: movie, hobby, animal, season, color, place, character, book, song/album!

𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐒—

𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐬: little women ; the princess bride ; 10 things i hate about you ; la la land ; dead poets society ; footloose ; mamma mia ; the breakfast club ; princess diaries ; pitch perfect ; hello, goodbye, and everything in between ; dirty dancing ; top gun ; enola holmes; sherlock holmes; grease ; the fast and the furious ; pride and prejudice

𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐬: stranger things ; friends ; anne with an e ; gilmore girls ; merlin ; ted lasso ; queen charlotte ; heartstopper ; young royals ; shadow and bone ; elite ; the umbrella academy ; sex education ; brooklyn nine-nine, the office

𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬: normal people ; song of achilles ; circe ; every last word ; shatter me ; the beautiful ; the inheritance games ; serpent & dove ; stalking jack the ripper ; shadow and bone ; better than the movies ; the invisible life of addie larue ; the night circus ; the starless sea ; caraval ; today, tonight, tomorrow ; a good girl’s guide to murder ; harry potter

𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬: the smiths ; van halen ; queen ; nirvana ; ac/dc ; billy joel ; bon jovi ; reo speedwagon ; talking heads ; billie eilish ; taylor swift ; the backseat lovers ; exes ; ed sheeran ; mitzi ; abba ; conan gray ; girl in red

that’s all, my loves! thank you for reading my little post all about me (๑>◡<๑)

[poisonsage808]

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♡ Game of Thrones ♡

~ Sandor Clegane ~

✿ You Can Stay [GN!Reader]

✿ The Risk Game [F!Reader]

✿ Need [18+]

✿ Keep Quiet - [18+]

✿ First Time For Everything [+18]

✿ This is the part where you kiss me - [Lannister!Reader ]

✿ Sweet Cream Foam - ModernAU [I] , [II], [III]

✿ Seasons Greetings - [ModernAU]

✿ A/B/O Headcannon - Lily

✿ Magic!Au Headcannon - Clover

✿ Goodmorning - [x]

series

✿ Pretty Words For a Drunk Poet [completed]

✿ Underneath a Poet’s Feet [WIP]

~ Theon Greyjoy ~

✿ Alphabet Prompt

~ Podrick Payne ~

✿ As You Are [F!Reader]

~ Tormund Giantsbane ~

✿ Crush [GN!Reader]

~ Miscellaneous ~

✿ Happy Hearts Day w/ jon, arya, sansa

✿ Black Cats w/ dany, sansa, margaery

✿ Flowers - w/ dany, sansa, arya, brienne, margaery

✿ Love Language [various]

✿ Indirect ‘I love you’s - w/ podrick, tyrion, sandor

✿ Bad Days - w/ sandor, podrick, oberyn

♡ House of the Dragon ♡

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✿ Scissors and Sword - [Targaryen!Reader]

♡ Arcane ♡

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✿ [imagine]

✿ No More Dreaming

~ Viktor ~

✿ The Signs

~ Mel ~

✿ Break Me Open

~ Scar ~

✿ Rescue

~ Sevika ~

✿ [imagine]

✿ Fighting Or Flirting

✿ Goes Without Saying

~ Lest ~

✿ [headcanons]

♡ Attack on Titan ♡

~ Bertholdt Hoover~

✿ Alphabet Prompt

♡ Law & Order: SVU ♡

~ John Munch ~

✿ Proposing Hc's [X]

✿ Irrational [X]

✿ Jealousy [X]

updated 01/28/25

[cali-kabi]

Hello ٩(๑❛ᴗ❛๑)۶

I’m Sydney (she/her) ☆ 19 ☆ 🇺🇸🇦🇺🇵🇪 I love to draw cute things I like and other stuff as well (*´꒳`*)💕✨I do both traditional and digital art ^^ I love to draw Kirby stuff >w< Other stuff I love are Super Mario and Pokémon :D💫 (multifandom🌟) I have lots of headcanons and such hehe :) ☆ I also love Adventure Time, Amphibia, Steven Universe, The Amazing Digital Circus, and the Owl House🦉

~ Rainbow Dee Introduction Post :)🌈🎀🌸

~💫🌟

~🌈 🎨 ESHOP COMMISSI🌟NS (will update this soon^^)

~info about my moth knight oc Hunter ^^🦋

~stuff about my Kirby Au ^^✨☀️🌙 this post its from July 2022, by now I made a few changes :0 it’s in my comics and future posts ^^

~ my Mario and Kirby AU Headcanons💫🍄

~ Kirby gifts Galacta his very own Star Rod✨, and some info of my version of Dark Galacta Knight💜✨💫

~ my ref sheets of some of the Kirby characters✨Meta Knight, Galacta Knight, Tiff, Tuff, my oc fairy girl Aria, Sword, Blade, Magolor, Taranza 🍄🌸(Will rewrite remake this someday)

~ my mirror & phantom designs of the GSA and some of the KRBAY cast ✨💜🌙

~ my waddle dee oc Cinnamon :)🍄💜

~ my Elfilin oc, Marcy :) she’s cotton candy colored <3🍬🌸

~ my Mario ocs Sydney (Toad Sona), Lily, Estrella, Cynthia, Star Guy and Candy :)🌟💫🍄🍭

🌟~ my knight oc Eamon💜🌟💫

🌟~ GSA Members with Magical Wings Headcanons

💫~ Au Sword Knight and Blade Knight🔥🌊

🌟~ Nightmare Dee💫🦋

💫~ Dawn the Shadow Siren🌊

💫~ my art tag #sydney’s art

🌟~ my tag whenever I talk about things and such #sydney talks or #sydney speaks

💫~ my Pokémon mystery dungeon custom art icons tag #Sydney’s mystery dungeon icons :D🌟🍄making a tag cuz I love making these :)

🌟~ my ask box tag #Sydney’s askzbox 💫you can send asks about my au or oc’s if your curious hehe :)🍭

💫~ I LOVE SUPER MARIO RPG, PAPER MARIO THOUSAND YEAR DOOR, KIRBY AND THE AMAZING MIRROR, META KNIGHTMARE, KIRBY PLANET ROBOBOT, MARIO AND LUIGI BROTHERSHIP SO MUCH YALL THEIR ALL SO GOOD🍄🌟💫

🌟~ my cara is @/cali-kabi , my bluesky is @/cali-kabi , my artfight is cali-kabi , I have an a03 as well but I haven’t updated that much yet :,) yeah their all the same name haha :D🌟🍬I’m mostly active on here and Bluesky tho xD.

💫~ feel free to draw any of my characters or anything related to my AU if you like please @ me if you do it will make me so happy and my day <3🍄⭐️

🌟I don’t know how much I’ll be active here but I’ll try my best ;w;💫✨my askbox is always open :D🌸

~ If anyone is rude to me about my art/writing or makes me feel uncomfortable it’s an instant block ;0; !

💫also if your request something pls don’t expect me to 100% draw it I’m kinda slow it’s gonna be in my list of ideas to draw tho :0 I will NOT answer to anything NSFW or suggestive those make me uncomfortable ><

! don’t spam follow me and don’t expect me to follow back cuz it’s kinda rude overwhelming I’m a very shy person ;-; if you spa/m a certain ask in my askbox like a b0/t for example I’ll be blocking it and deleting it. sorry if I vent every now or then for no reason I just don’t want to hold my thoughts in.. :,0 I overthink stuff sometimes and have high levels of anxiety that explains why sorry if it’s sudden I vent :,)

From time to time I post about my oc’s or talk about my headcanons :) the links are here on this post <3

~ 🌸 Sydney 🌸

🌟thanks again for looking at my arts or reading my au wishing you well <3🌟🌊 yep this picture collage here is a list of my fav characters I got most of thems down here I actually have a bit more than this enjoy anyways xD🌟🌈