#........there are so many people who's lives I've touched that would be saddened if I were gone but

[lucyvaleheart]

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[maybeimavillain-byleif]

I said I didn't want spoilers from the episode but of course I couldn't stay still and spoiled myself the scene with Jason👍🏻

⚠️ SPOILER ALERT IF YOU HAVEN'T PLAYED THE EPISODE⚠️

Okay so yes, I couldn't contain myself and looked at the scene😂 but I've only seen it from the moment we go to Goldreamz to sign the papers for Tasha until, of course, the end so now I want to say something about it. I liked the scene very much, Jason was really himself, it was as if he lowered his wall for a moment with us. Since the moment we were sitting on a chair in his office to the boat scene, he opened up to us and told us a bit about himself. Of course the main point was the one on the boat where he talked about his father. No need to say that it touched me on a personal level, me and him were LITERALLY on the same boat. I could understand him very well because I also don't have my dad anymore, the only difference is that he was luckier than me to have lived his father longer than me... And also the illness... Besides that, I loved the fact that his father loved the sea so much to the point to make it his job, his passion and wanted to do everything to save its inhabitants, it was very touching, I bet his father was a very good person. What saddened me was knowing how much Jason has felt lonely, I have a feeling he didn't have many friends if not no one and after his dad's passing I know how lonely one can feel. It touched me a lot even when he said his mom wanted his father to stop smoking and after his passing Jason went to steal his boat because it still smelled like his tobacco... He wanted to feel him again... And also, it was such a bummer to know his stepfather sold Jason's dad's boat, it felt like a stab in the heart... I also feel sad for him, not only our Candy but about that I also want to say this. She then apologized to Jason saying that if she knew she would have never asked him about his father and of course Jason told her to not be sorry and that it's not her fault. About this: don't feel too sad or sorry for asking, we have nothing against the people who ask us about it or when they say something not knowing about one's situation, it's really no one's fault so don't feel too bad about it. Anyway, yeah I really liked the fact that we could talk to Jason like normal people and not playing some kind of game between us, without teasing each other and all that. As I said before, Jason opened up to us, I really felt how sincere he was, he really doesn't seem the type to lie just for fun to give us a hard time or to mock us. He's more the reserved type of person, not a liar (not when talking to us at least). Ah also, our Candy at some point wondered how did he turn out like that and in that moment I thought "well, you know, things like that change you with time" and it made me think how Jason was actually, I know that she asks him directly, first asking how was he as a child but then instantly changing it to teenager. Who knows, maybe Jason was really different before but I guess we won't know much about it for now (maybe one day?). Yeah anyway I'm protracting it a bit so let's say the last thing. All in all, his scene was very nice and touching to the point that our Candy cried and Jason was sorry that he made her cry again. He was sincere, opening up to us and lowering his wall in front of us but then he went back to be his usual self by saying that for that night they have a truce but that from the next day everything would go back to normal. I also really liked the illustration and the way Jason looks at us🫠. That's it, I know I've written a lot and if you arrived at the end, thank you for reading all this, I really felt like sharing my thoughts on Jason, since the episode where we go to his office to work on our first project and while talking he said his father passed away when he was a teen, it was really like throwing a bomb that exploded and I felt that personally, then just yesterday (or the previous day) I searched on Google the meaning behind the type of tattoo that Jason has on his forearm just to discover that it means the person has lost a loved one to now having this intimate scene were he talks about it... It's a bit too much for me🥲 again, thank you for reading this🙏🏻

[ssnowjo]

(Dropping a little rant; feel free to scroll if this isn't for you. I should be sleeping but whatever.)

When I first became a fan of Joseph back in 2022, I was genuinely rooting for him. I was thrilled when he was cast in AQPDO and Gladiator II,even if those weren't the types of movies I usually enjoy. I wasn't as enthusiastic about FF, since I always felt he had more potential in indie or independent films. Still, I was ready to support him because I was a true fan. There’s a little story I’ve never shared before (but maybe some of you will relate to it before everything with the DC stuff unfolded).

Like many women, I've had my share of terrifying experiences with men, many of which happened when I was a minor, being chased by older men, catcalled, and even touched inappropriately on public transport. These moments left me with social anxiety that only worsened after high school. I wouldn’t leave the house unless I was sure I’d be accompanied by someone I trusted. The idea of going out alone was terrifying. I canceled plans often and sometimes felt ashamed for being “an adult” who was too anxious to leave her own home.

Then, when I became a fan of Joe, I saw photos and videos of him walking around London. I know this may sound silly, but I thought to myself, “He looks so confident. He doesn’t seem to care about walking alone. I want to be like that.” A few weeks later, I worked up the courage to go outside by myself, no friends, no one, just me. It was incredibly scary, but I did it. I even laughed a little, thinking that I did it just because I wanted to seem as cool and carefree as Joe.

I always thought he’d be the type of person who might understand a struggle like that. But after seeing who he chose to date, I can't help but feel disheartened. It makes me wonder if he would laugh at my struggles alongside Doja. It stings and makes me feel a bit insecure, even though I know deep down I was never going to meet him. Yet, the thought that people like him and Doja exist, and that I could cross paths with people who share their mindset, fills me with dread.

This might sound ridiculous to some, but for many years, being a fan provided a sense of safety. I truly believed it would be the same with Joe, I was happy to be a part of his fandom for the past two years. Now I realise that there isn’t any real “safe place” in celebrity culture. It saddens me deeply that people with money, fame, and status often get away with so much. Selfish people who hurt others continue to thrive, while the rest of us have to endure and “just deal with it” because that’s how the world works.

What makes it worse is knowing that, in the end, he really doesn’t care,his fans don’t care, the industry doesn’t care. As long as he and Doja bring in money, they’ll keep thriving. And even if their moment in the spotlight fades, they’ve already secured enough to live comfortably forever.

If they’re still happily together or just hooking up or whatever I just find it so disappointing and disgusting.

I’m just tired, man.

[ewanmitchellcrumbs]

Ange! I've been quite busy lately, I have a pile of fics to read on my drafts that I really really want to enjoy, that's the only reason I've been so quiet about your (and other writers) works. The last two months have been crazy and I'm afraid it's going to be like this at least until next year but please please please don't stop writing. Sometimes the only thing that lights up my day is to see you've uploaded a new story and I treasure them with so much excitement waiting for a moment when Im not exhausted and have time enough to read them. I don't care what haters say, fics are EXTREMELY IMPORTANT and you people writing and sharing them are ESSENTIAL, so please keep posting your art and talent, I'm begging. This is about you and everybody else in this fandom. I wish you a wonderful autumn time and a nice week with all my heart🖤🖤

Celia, you are an absolute sweetheart.

Please don't think that my lack of motivation has anything to do with yours or anyone else's engagement. Of course, it's lovely when people enjoy your work, but I write for myself. If other people enjoy it too then that's just an added bonus.

I would never want for anyone to feel as though they are obligated to read or reblog my writing. People are busy, they have lives, they forget. It's fine, we're all human! And sometimes what I write is a flop, not everybody has to like my writing, not everybody who likes my writing has to like everything I write. It's okay!

I think my lack of motivation stems from how rancid the vibes in fandom have felt as of late. I block and ignore all of the shitty, anonymous asks I get, but they chip away at you. And it saddens me to see so many friends and mutuals on the receiving end of it too.

It's made me feel a little despondent, and killed some of the passion I have. I don't have the drive to create that I once had. I'm also stuck in a rut of picking apart everything I write and telling myself it's awful. Then I see how productive and active other writers are being and it fuels my own negative self talk, that I am less than, not as good, that it's pointless for me to write when other people will likely touch upon that anyway.

I am not looking to throw myself a pity party. I just need to pull on my big girl pants, get the fuck over myself and open a word document. All in due time!

Anyway, thank you so much for your kind words of encouragement. You are wonderful, and I hope that in the whirlwind of all of life's busy-ness you are finding time to relax and be kind to yourself.

Sending lots of love to you xoxo

[maximuswolf]

does anyone feel such a connection with music as i do?

does anyone feel such a connection with music as i do? i joined this subreddit just to get different views and perspectives on this, but does anyone feel like they could just drop on the floor and sob whenever they hear pieces of music, whether it connects with them personally or not?whenever i would hear a piece, whether it's just from spotify or something or played live with instruments and what not, i would just feel such a connection to where i feel like sobbing? it's not sad sobbing but it's like "this thing has touched my heart" type sobbing. but, whether it's the composers main point to make you feel sad or not, i feel so overwhelmed that i could cry. i share a deep connection with music and i feel it to my CORE when i hear it, especially when it's played with live instruments (piano, violin, etc) ive shared so much of a deep connection with music as a kid that up until recently, ive never realized how much it impacted my life. both as a person and as someone who is 18 and still growing. when i was 9, i asked for a piano for my birthday and wanted to start playing so bad but never knew where to start. till this day, i occasionally try to play songs and try to practice note reading but i cant seem to do it and it saddens me a lot because it's kinda restraining me from showing who i am, and how much i love it.i express myself through music, even though i myself dont play. and i dont think anyone really understands how much it changed my life. every time i hear something great, i feel like crying so bad. not only because its something important to me, but because its so magical. i can't even tell you how many times i've cried at talent shows and live performances where they play songs on the piano, it's just so surreal. i feel so happy when i listen to music and i can't ever explain why because people don't understand how much it flutters my heart. people think i just "like" it. no, it's way more than just liking it. Submitted May 13, 2024 at 11:00PM by Academic_Owl_9919 https://ift.tt/syHxLvI via /r/Music

[spawnmade]

Of course he has seen dogs tied, who hasn't? He had assumed it was like that and while that will certainly feel odd and restricting.....he wants to experience it. How odd, he didn't think he'd find enjoyment in that type of thing.

Breeding. Well, it's certainly a good thing he can't have children, isn't it? Not that Astarion wants children, even with someone like Halsin whom he cares for very deeply. No, children will never be a part of the equation and the two of them will have to deal with that.

"If the bear does want to show up, I need you to know that I don't mind, darling." He knows that some people may get hung up on the details of that but it doesn't bother Astarion when the bear will still be Halsin. A living thinking creature that can make its own decisions and most importantly, consent.

"I see. I suppose my biology came to a standstill when I died." Which, saddens Astarion but at the same time, he isn't sure he'd ever want to experience a heat. It sounds terrifying, having to bat off elves in a rut from touching him.

Perhaps if he hadn't had many force themselves on him over and over, a heat would not sound so bad.

Astarion jolts with the slap of his ass with a chuckle before he grabs ahold of the hands offered to him and he rises to his feet, despite how much he wanted to stay right there.

His gaze follows Halsin to the small bow and suddenly he wonders what a tiny Halsin would have looked like. It's a rather amusing thought when he can hardly imagine it.

"Blood is blood to me, my dear. Most animals have the same taste and by the time this is over, I'm certain I'll have my fill of you." Halsin is far more delicious than any animal could ever be. "But to answer your question, I stick to rabbits and boars for the most part."

It is a good question and Astarion pauses to think before he shakes his head back and forth in a 'no' motion. " No, I do not believe I've ever seen you hunt when you're not in wildshape."

Halsin let his eyes close serenely, feeling some of the tension slip away from him, as if Astarion could just pluck it away. At Astarion's question, his eyes flew open, seeking the ruby of his beloved's gaze. "No-" He said it quickly, vehemently, promising without needing to say the words explicitly. "I will not hurt you." Halsin promised. "Have you seen dogs tied?" It was the most common connotation that he could explain to someone who had not endured it themselves. "We just will be....well. Stuck together for a bit. It's meant to ensure the breeding takes." Halsin explained evenly. "But it would only hurt you if I was careless." With Astarion particularly, Halsin would not let harm come to him.

"It will be uncomfortable because it is no doubt larger than anything you have taken before." Halsin would not shy away from the sheer size he carried. It wasn't like he was a small elf, after all. Even among other Wood elves, he towered over them. He always had. "I will, at some point, at least I always have before - it might be different having you." Halsin would have to see. There was a great deal of unknown that left him full of nervous energy. "I want you to myself, though, so I have to see how long I can keep the bear from wanting his turn." He teased fondly.

Halsin made a little noncommittal sound as he pondered if it was better or not. "Well - it might have been easier if you aligned with your mate. A heat would leave you drenched, make it so that I could just press into you whenever we wanted me to." He stroked gently over Astarion's skin before he leaned in to press a kiss just over Astarion's jugular, teasing right along his pulse point. "Which just means I will get to savor taking my time with you and making sure you are ready for me." Halsin would enjoy himself regardless, and his intention was to make sure that Astarion did too. Halsin shook his head carefully, after deciding on his wording fully. "Not better, Aestar, just different. I imagine especially with elves that our biology adapted to try and make it easier to be blessed with children." And Halsin had always wanted children, but, he'd never felt it appropriate to have a family when his mind was so consumed by the Shadow Curse. The smile that came across his face is radiant as Astarion brushed their noses together, and Halsin can't help himself but to lean up and close the scarce distance between them again to kiss him. This time, it takes more effort to pull away, and Halsin let out a soft sigh. "I would consume you." He admitted. "Perhaps we should go hunt." He was gentle as he fixed Astarion's shirt where he had disrupted it, playfully swatting Astarion's rear as he helped the rogue to stand and then stood himself.

"What do you hunger for, my heart?" Halsin asked as he turned his attention to a shelf, his fingers brushing along a child size bow. "Amusing to think this ever fit me." Halsin said as he gestured to it before starting to rummage through his pack. He was quick to put his armor on, pulling his bow and quiver on as well. If he let the bear hunt, he'd no doubt want to claim the rest of the rut too. "Have we shared a hunt, Aestar? I feel it may have mostly been the bear running the forests with you."

[callmethehunter]

I've read a few fics by different authors about Robert, and I'm kinda confused. They portray him in different ways, so what's his personality like in different aspects? I know that he's extroverted (I saw him getting typed as an ENFJ) and extra, and has a warm heart, but what about his flirtiness and apparent hedonism? How does his rural ideals contrast with touring? I know people are multifaceted and no one's flawless, but I still wanna know some things for certain.

Oh dear Anon, you have made my day! These are great questions about my favorite subject in the world: Robert Plant.:D And as far as that goes, I could (and will) go on and on about this forever, I’ve got so much to say!!

I’ve been obsessed with Robert’s music as well as with his personal life for years. I find him to be a multifaceted, highly talented and intelligent person who embodies traits that one would think were mutually exclusive, yet are somehow at home in him. He is without a doubt, totally outrageous and extroverted, he wants to be the center of attention, yet he is also reclusive, a deep thinker who is keenly aware of the world around him while also being introspective and self-aware. In his own words he has said

“It's part of me to get off on those moments where... well, what people would call attention. Obviously, that isn't the be-all and end-all of life, but at the states of creativity that I've reached, well, it helps the lyrics along a little bit.”

“ I’m pleased with how ridiculous I am. I like me. Though I’m not a huge fan. I know when to switch me off.”

I do think he has a very warm heart. He is genuinely interested in other people, in experiencing the most out of any given situation.

In my opinion, he loves the idea and the feeling of falling in love. He gets off more on that than on the longevity of it. It’s like he’s got ADHD in the aspect of love lol!! I say this because of the number of serious relationships (and not so serious relationships) that he has had in his life. I’m sure he was saddened when they ended, but then he’s moved on to the next great infatuation and adventure. He’s quite capable of starting again, as he has shown multiple times both in his personal and professional life. But I also think it’s a testimony to his heart that he’s been able to continue to be friends with his past loves. “There have been people I've warmed to over the years but, as the situation I'm in is so fleeting and transient, I've always known it's going to be over kind of real quick.”

I mean think about this: after having children with two sisters, Maureen (his exwife) and Shirley, they have been able to raise their children in what looks like a loving extended family. His sons, Logan (with Maureen) and Jesse (with Shirley), are half-brothers as well as first cousins. Just think on that for a moment. In a recent picture, there’s the entire family on vacation: Maureen, Shirley and their children with Robert, as well as Robert and a previous girlfriend, Jessica something or other (don’t remember her name). He’s not confined to societal conventions. He could give a flying fuck. I love that free spirit and he himself has said (and I paraphrase) that he may come across as being a good mate, but in reality he’s out to do whatever the fuck he wants. (And it shows!! )

He says, “...if you do what you think is right for the benefit of everybody and everything and you make decisions, then to go back and regret them afterwards - it's a futile experience and it's not worth thinking about. Because life just unfolds. Provided you do your best and you think you're on the right track, you can only be right or wrong. But to regret it - I don't think there are any huge errors or misdemeanors.”

In the area of friendship, however, he is fiercely loyal. He and Bonzo were like brothers till the end, and even still, Robert honors his dear friend. He’s also been able to maintain friendships with so many people from his hometown- people he knew before he was famous. He puts away the trappings of fame and fortune to be the good old Black Country boy, riding horses and playing with goats, walking around in the forests and enjoying nature.

“I think I could sing and shear a few sheep at the same time.” he says. He is the picture of the word “earthiness”. Able to be the rock god on stage as well as the humble farmer on the farm or at the local pub. He’s loyal to his soccer team and to the sport itself which has been a lifelong passion. I love that in him.

Is he a hedonist? Absolutely!! he has tasted every pleasure there is to taste. His every material wish could be a reality in an instant...He has done drugs, had hundreds of one night stands. He is a highly sensual man. IMO the sexiest man that’s ever walked the planet. His sizeable bulge perpetually stands as a symbol (no pun intended) of his virility and lust (and I like it!!) He exudes charisma and raw sexual energy. He’s done it all to the highest level, partied and cavorted around the globe. What a life he’s lived!!

But he is also soulful- in his lyrics there is also a deep spiritual side of him: I think he is a modern day troubadour and philosopher. His lyrics touch on that, “it is the springtime of my loving” ….“In the light you will find the road” “when all is one and one is all” “Then as it was, then again it will be, though the course may change sometimes, rivers always reach the sea” and I could go on and on with other examples. These are just what popped in my head. “I am a reflection of what I sing. Sometimes I have to get serious because the things Ive been through are serious” He’s experienced moments where he is the “golden god” as well as tragic moments such as the loss of his 5 year old son and the loss of his dear friend Bonzo. These are definitely reflected in his music.

And finally, in his own words:

“I'm like one of those firecrackers that goes off in your pocket occasionally. I'm not really struggling with it as much as the people around me. But at least I'm not doing too much damage to anybody or to myself. It's just the condition I'm aware of."

And he’s still got a twinkle in him and always will.

Thank you for letting me go and on about this man, he holds such a special place in my heart. He is a beautiful and joyous old hippie full of wisdom and talent. He has created a lasting legacy and I hold the deepest admiration for him, despite his human frailties or shortcomings.

If you have read this far, you deserve a kiss and a medal! Thanks so much for this ask!!

[chibimyumi]

Since your analysis of Sebastian is always really compelling, I was hoping you could elucidate on the relationship between him and Agni. I've never understood why people say Sebastian views Agni as a friend- Like, aesthetically I Get It, and I could maybe understand some degree of professional respect as a butler, but actually being friends with a human? I just don't see it. Am I completely off base here?

Dear Anon,

Thank you for your high regard of my analyses, that means a lot to me.

About Agni and Sebas, well, that depends on your definition of what a ‘friend’ is. Some people seem to not even know what ‘friends’ are, so I guess it’s not all that surprising they’d say Sebas views Agni as a friend. I mean, people call every person they’re ‘friendly’ with a friend, or refer to romantic interests with terms like ‘have feelings for / like / have affection for’, as though you don’t have feelings for, like, or have affection for, friends =v=.

So, while I would absolutely want to see Sebas and Agni as friends, I would have to say this “friendship” is entirely one-sided from Agni’s side.

Meeting

When Sebas and Agni met they didn’t have personal conflict because the Curry Arc did not deal with anything that threatened Sebas or his goals in any way. It was something of a breather Arc, if you will. Agni and Soma entered their space simply as guests, and without them being a true threat, Sebas could offer them ‘actual hospitality’ rather than ‘Phantomhive hospitality’, if you know what I mean.

Sebas’ experience with humans has been mostly negative to neutral because he is eternally unimpressed. Agni however, was seemingly one of the first humans who managed to achieve what Sebas couldn’t: making use out of what he deemed ‘useless’. Sebas certainly has respect for Agni, but having respect for somebody does not make them your friend.

Indeed, as Editor K also made explicit:

Q: What does Sebastian think of the servants? Toboso: Nothing. Sebastian sees all human beings as kind of grasshoppers. He might differentiate the individuals like grasshopper A, grasshopper B, grasshopper C, but in the end he sees them all as just grasshoppers. Editor K: He was surprised by Agni’s ability to motivate other people, but he was actually just impressed in the sense of ”He's quite good for a grasshopper”. (translation from @akumadeenglish‘s post)

Sure, when you meet somebody new it is not at all weird to not be friends yet. And especially not if you are actively opposing each other, even if not for clashes of personal interest. However, what about later?

Post non-conflicting positions

The first time we see Sebas and Agni interact after the conclusion of the Curry Arc is in the Circus Arc, where Agni declared himself Sebastian’s friend. (I believe it is only in the anime that Sebas makes a semi-touched comment about: “wow... it’s the first time someone said ‘friend’ to me uwu.”) In the manga however, we can see How Sebas did not really react until Agni’s arguments hit the bull’s eye: the one thing Sebas believes in - his butler ideology*.

(TLN: In Japanese the word is 美学 (bigaku), and if you look this word up all English translations say ‘aesthetics’, which is actually a bit weird. There is no perfect translation for this word when used in Sebas’ context, but as the meaning is somewhere between ‘principles’ and ‘ideal’, I propose the translation: “ideology”.)

Later too, Sebas never returned the sentiment of being part of this ‘friendship’ which Agni had imposed onto them. When Agni apologised, Sebas merely told the man apologies were not necessary because he saw the value in Agni’s advice. This would have been the perfect chance to say: “don’t worry about it, we are friends, after all,” but Sebas never took said chance.

Final interaction

Excluding the bonus chapter, it wouldn’t be after many, many chapters that the two of them would finally interact again. It was mostly Agni talking to O!Ciel, but Sebas is usually not shy to chip in even if his master is talking. However, Sebas made no such attempt because he shared his master’s view on breaking ties with the Indians if the situation called for it.

The final words Agni would hear from ‘his friend’ is merely a professional compliment, from one butler to another.

Mourning?

When Sebas found Agni dead in chapter 127 he was shocked and the closest to ‘sad’ we’ve ever seen him. However, one does not need to be friends to be saddened by the brutal death of somebody you respect. When the death of Chadwick Aaron Boseman was announced for example, millions of people were very sad, some even crying. I dare say that 99% of those people are not Boseman’s ‘friend’ however. It is simply the lament one has to see somebody so talented and meaningful now gone.

And indeed, even as Sebas held Agni’s body, his final words to him are what he said before: a professional compliment from one butler to another.

Conclusion

Though I would have loved to see more of Sebas and Agni’s interaction as friends, I have to say there is no ground to say this ‘friendship’ is mutual between the two. If a ‘friendship’ is not mutual however, I personally would not call it friendship at all.

Had Agni lived longer, then surely he would have agreed too. He would have noticed how he’s told Sebas so much about himself, including his deepest shame, his grandest honours... but that he knows next to nothing about Sebas. How old is he? Where does he come from, why does Sebas serve his master with the same level of loyalty as he himself served his prince? What inspired his ‘butler’s ideology’? How come Agni has consistently been offering help to Sebas on all fronts, but Sebas never did a single thing back?

To Agni and Soma, their ‘one-sided friendship’ might be enough to keep them happy, and I have much respect for that. To Sebas at least however, I would say he did not and would not return this kindness. Agni is just an impressive grasshopper, after all.

Related posts

“Does Soma’s alliance with O!Ciel survive?”

“Why Agni could die in relative peace?”

[talk1about7seventeen]

Warnings: Flirty situations, suave Taehyung, witty protagonist/ reader, romance.

Pairing: Taehyung x reader / suave!tae x witty!y/n

Word Count: 1744

Notes: Hello! Welcome! This was written in mind for my best friend (love you babe) but I hope you enjoy regardless! Remember, I'm not trying to be the most accurate with my depictions of Taehyung, yet a characterized version of the beloved K-pop artist. This is just for fun so don't think too much into it!

Genre: Romance ♡

Without further a-do, enjoy!

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The sky was alive as it always was in the early morning. Clouds danced amongst pinks and hues of gold, such a beautiful sight to wake up to. It was easy to be in a good mood in the city you lived, especially because of the skylight right above your bed where you could peer up into the sunrise yourself. You had made a great living for yourself to be able to afford such lovely apartment. It was at the top of the building, which is why you had a skylight in the first place. The window acutely placed against the ceiling, bringing light into the room so delicately that any movement may break the rays that glistened down upon you. Another day, another adventure. You would wake up with ease, brush your teeth, get dressed in something appropriate for the breezy Summer's day and make your way to the local coffee shop across the street. Yet, the feeling of your bed sheets was so much more alluring than anything else in that moment. The kind of calm that accompanied this room was enough to make any growing artist obtain their inspiration, and such you were.

"Okay." You spoke to yourself, mentally preparing yourself for the day ahead of you. Walking out of the room into the bathroom, you flipped on the light to get a good look at yourself. The short curls on your head stuck out wildly in every direction. Maybe you should have gotten that silk pillow case at the store when it was presented to you. Pillow cases aside, you had more important matters to deal with; today's look. You were feeling something more refined this morning. Maybe a touch of white, a hint of brown, or better yet---maybe lavender.

After brushing your teeth you went to retrieve the outfit of the day which ended up being a long deep colored brown blazer on top of a cream colored sweater slightly tucked into tan shaded long pants with not even a wrinkle on them. The pants in question fanned out at the end which gave you a more prestine and dare one would even say, artsy look. As you returned to the bathroom, you managed to tame the mess of curls on your head into a slick and neat style, one which you had done many times before. "There we go." You smiled at yourself. Over time you have really learned how to put yourself together. A wonderful trick you had learned from any art class; trusting the process. Sure, it may not look ideal at the beginning, but the end result would, if not most times, work out in your favor. You were beautiful, and you knew this. The confidence you radiated, a younger version of yourself envied. But there was no time for envy now, only self appreciation and admiration. You located a long bag you would wear on your shoulder with all the essentials tucked in neatly in each crevice. Now you were ready to start your day, and what better than something warm to sip on.

"Y/n! Good to see you dear!" The older women who ran the coffee shop bubbled at your presence. "Hello, Madam Loretta. Lovely to see your face again." You replied in a respectful tone. This women made you feel at home when you were far from it. Madam Loretta was a kind soul who had a knack for delicious coffee and you were surprised her shop wasn't as well known as it ought to be. "Not a minute late either. What will you be having today?" The women peered at you with curious eyes. Placing a finger on your chin, you pondered for a moment. "Surprise me." She nodded and made her way back to the coffee machine where she began to make your surprise drink, humming a tune you had heard many times before.

The shop wasn't crowded but it had a good amount of people there. One being a particularly interesting fellow you hadn't seen before. His style of clothing was similar to your own and his attention was being pulled from the book in his hand to the beverage in front of him. You watched him as you walked back to your usual seat, pausing when his eyes shifted to you. He looked you up and down for a second and gave a small smile. You shook your head out of your own thoughts and sat down at your seat.

You hadn't meant for the odd stranger to look at you, but now that was all he was doing. His coffee colored eyes swirled and glistened in the sunlight. They seemed warm and mesmerizing. You found yourself staring back. "Y/n, darling!" Madam Loretta called placing a coffee mug on the counter. Rising from your chair you walked up to her, trying not to look at him as you were moments ago. You dipped your head lightly at the woman and thanked her warmly. As you had almost made it back to your space, you heard a noise from where the man sat. "Hmm?" You turned to face him. He gently held up a hand a beckoned you over. Against anything you would have tried then, you were awfully curious of who he was and why he was looking. This was the moment you would let your interest get the best of you.

"You aren't very good at subtlety, are you?" He comments, his voice even and smooth. This caught you by surprise. "I beg your pardon?" He let out a chuckle. "Sit, please." Gesturing to the seat across from him, he watches as you move. You weren't sure if he was looking for something in particular but that wasn't of the utmost concern. You sat down, placing your coffee mug in front of you cautiously. "Well, is there something you need?" His smile grows. "My apologies, y/n, was it?" You nodded, looking at the cup in front of him. "Odd that you chose to order tea at a coffee shop." You commented. "They have it here, don't they?" He placed a hand on his cheek. "I suppose. What would they call you, stranger?"

"Ah, I've forgotten an introduction, haven't I? Kim Taehyung, ma'am, pleasure to make your acquaintance." Taehyung gave a little wink that made your heart race. Odd. "Well, Kim Taehyung, I wouldn't call yourself subtle entirely for you stared first." You say without issue, taking a sip of the coffee without breaking eye contact. It was rich and tasted of hazelnut. A smile spread across your face naturally. Taehyung caught this. "What's so funny?" He tilts his head to the side. "The coffee is good....it always is here." You would thank Madam Loretta before you left. "You should try it sometime, instead of getting a tea at a coffee shop." You teased lightly. Taehyung let out a small giggle. "I don't really like coffee." He said. Now this started to confuse you. "Then why are you here?" He looked around at the chattering customers, the prestine glass windows, everything and then back at you. "The atmosphere is addictive, is it not? Is that not why you're here?"

"A bold assumption, we hardly know each other, Kim Taehyung." He licked his lips softly. "For now." He set both hands crossed in front of each other on the table. "You are an interesting character." You tell him. "All the more reason to talk to me, I presume." You let out a laugh which catches him by surprise. "What a day already." You tell yourself aloud. "I'm glad you find me amusing." He smiles wider, showing his teeth which are perfectly straight. "I do. But I must be on my way." The time of your interaction has run short. You were too busy to keep this up much longer which caused a string in your heart to play a saddened tune. His frown made the song duller---or should one say, more sorrowful. "Can I meet you again?" You ask for a reason unbeknownst to yourself. This question causes him to smile. "You'll find me where the tops of the building meet the sky. And I shall be waiting for you there, dear y/n, I assure you." He tells you poetically. "Okay, Kim Taehyung, until then." He dips his head and gives a little wave goodbye as you walk up to the counter saying your grace to Madam Loretta, and then leaving soon after.

Art classes go ever so slowly this day, for your mind was on the suave man at the beloved coffee shop across the street. You weren't quite sure what he meant in his response before you had left but you were determined to find out. On beautiful days like this, you would walk up to the roof of your school and sit there as the sun left the sky, and today was no different. You walked up the stairs and opened the door with a firm push. To your surprise you weren't alone this time. A beautiful song filled the air. It was deep and moving. The voice could surely only belong to a professional singer, someone of value. You hadn't heard such a lulling tune in quite some time, it was enthralling. You scanned the area looking for who it may be, and there he was, Kim Taehyung. The door behind you shut with a loud click and the song stops abruptly. He turned and smiled as your eyes meet. "I hadn't expected this is where I would find you. You aren't following me, are you?" You walk towards him slowly. "Not at all. You aren't the only one who comes to appreciate the sky, nor will you be the last." You now stand side by side with him as you watch the sun decend over the horizon. You look out into the city with its towering buildings, and chattering tourists and in this moment, you feel like the art instead of the artist. "Meet me here again, y/n. I will wait for you and the sun."

"You're awfully bold, sir." He laughs. "One would ought to be." After that there were no words spoken, only the chirping of birds in the distance as the sun became a canvas for watercolors so bright that you would forget it wasn't a painting entirely. "I will." You tell him finally, and he smiles at this. Eventually, so do you.

[rpmemesbyarat]

RP meme from Tori Amos quotes

- Healing takes courage, and we all have courage, even if we have to dig a little to find it.

- I think that people who can't believe in fairies aren't worth knowing.

- I know I'm an acquired taste - I'm anchovies. And not everybody wants those hairy little things.

- Some of the most wonderful people are the ones who don't fit into boxes.

- I have so many different personalities in me and I still feel lonely.

- The violence between women is unbelievable.

- I'm too wacky for most weirdos. Who am I to judge?

- If they keep crashing stuff into the moon, the moon's gonna get pissed off, and the tides'll change, and all the women'll start PMS-ing together. Then you guys are going to fucking regret it.

- If you really want a challenge, just deal with yourself.

- I don't see myself as weird, I just see myself as honest.

- I see the dream and I see the nightmare, and I believe you can't have the dream without the nightmare.

- Some people are afraid of what they might find if they try to analyze themselves too much.

- Once the bleeding starts, the cleansing can begin.

- On some of my darkest days, Lucifer's the one who comes and gives me an ice cream.

- Most people would rather be sheep than stand on their own with antlers on.

- The sense of loss is such a tricky one, because we always feel like our worth is tied up into stuff that we have, not that our worth can grow with things we are willing to lose.

- When you've got the virgin and the whore sitting next to each other, they're likely to judge each other harshly.

- I think you have to know who you are.

- Get to know the monster that lives in your soul.

- Dive deep into your soul and explore it.

- I don’t want to renounce my dark side.

- The truth has always held an enormous interest for me.

- Healing for me is being able to sit next to the butcher and say 'Yes, I’m sitting next to the butcher now,' instead of saying 'there is no butcher'.

- This is very simple in the world of chicks; some are hoochies, some are not, and some should never try to be.

- We don't often see our own stories. Good artists are the ones that whisper our own stories back to us.

- Music is about all of your senses, not just hearing.

- Again, we go back to the power of words and how they can make you feel. They bring liberation or stagnation, they're chains.

- You don't have to apologize for growing and learning and changing your mind.

- Music has an alchemical quality.

- Certain relationships can just wear you down.

- Containment of your opinion is a must if you are going to nurture an artist's development.

- It's a good thing I'm curious, because sometimes I just research how a soccer player kicks a ball and the impact it has on his foot. I haven't used this yet, but I might.

- But over the years you can cultivate hate for the art you love.

- I don’t believe anyone’s story is boring. Every story has value because it belongs only to you.

- Sometimes I fantasize backstage about how people do their laundry. Woolite? Mixed-color loads? Do they fold? Do they press? Do they Shout it out? And the thing that kills me—do their whites come out dingy?

- Our generation has an incredible amount of realism, yet at the same time it loves to complain and not really change.

- We like our pain. And we’re packaging it, and we’re selling it.

- Festivals or radio shows can be the heavyweight championships of arrogantly detached clusterfucks.

- People who are addicted to power can live on the same street or attend the same school as us or even play on the world stage.

- None of us are this light and dark fantasy. What's dark to you may be light to me and vice versa.

- I don't think that many performers necessarily want to see their audience empowered. I think a lot of performers, no different from priests, need the hierarchy.

- Modern, celebrity-driven entertainment turns the stage into an altar, and so many celebrities refuse to be removed from those altars once they manage to ascend.

- All storytellers, all troubadours worth their salt knew their myths.

- The Sídh's historical myth is the source of the bastardized concept of a fairy—as if anyone gives a rat's ass.

- The problem with Christianity is, they think everything is about outside forces, good and evil. There's not a lot of inner work encouraged.

- Over the last few hours I've allowed myself to feel defeated, and just like she said if you allow yourself to feel the way you really feel, maybe you won't be afraid of that feeling anymore.

- I'm the queen of the nerds.

- Don't give up. Don't listen to these foolish critics that are so small minded they don't get it tonight.

- Sometimes listening to music can motivate you.

- I think even in a good marriage, especially if you stay together long enough, there are going to be events that happen.

- An ounce of breast milk is even more potent than the finest tequila.

- Music is always a reflection of what's going on in the hearts and minds of the culture.

- Many people lock a part of themselves away. It's a bit sacred.

- I've always seen the songs as having a consciousness.

- Our world is a huge mess right now, and not big enough for masses of intolerant people.

- We are all fairies living underneath a leaf of a lily pad.

- That is some funky-fresh, pop lockin' shit.

- If I saw someone destroy a piano I'd fuckin' kill 'em. Wouldn't think twice.

- I experiment with things that are usually an internal experience, because that's just what excites me. And yes, it does sometimes give me visions.

- Some of those trips were eighteen hours long and I'll never forget, once I ended up sitting by the bush trying to ask the flowers why they didn't like me. It's like, Why can't I be your friend?

- You might not like my story because I'm not gonna tell you how it ends yet, and you need to travel it with me.

- I just imagined a huge juicy vagina coming out of the sky, raining blood over all those racist, misogynist fuckers.

- You can't control your popularity

- If you can't create physical life, you find a life force. If that's in music, that's in music.

- I started to find this deep, primitive rhythm, and I started to move to it.

-I held hands with sorrow, and I danced with her, and we giggled a bit

- I usually get myself into situations that cause sparks.

- I love feeling alive, I love walking out in the cold in my bare feet and feeling the ice on my toes.

- For the most part, pianos are female to me.

- Anger is natural. It's part of the force. You just have to learn to hang out with it.

- In our minds, love and lust are really separated.

- I think all the boys that write the screaming stuff would write the best love songs

- When you stop putting yourself on the line, and you don't touch your own heart, how do you expect to touch other people?

- Guys would sleep with a bicycle if it had the right color lip gloss on. They have no shame. They're like bull elks in a field.

- Your worst enemies are made when you ignore people.

- It's as if the horses have come to take us back, to descend, to find the dark side. By dark I mean what's hidden, not necessarily satanic.

- There's room for everybody on the planet to be creative and conscious if you are your own person. If you're trying to be like somebody else, then there is isn't.

- Sometimes you have to do what you don't like to get to where you want to be.

- You know that saying, bad things don't happen to good people? That's a lie.

- I'm not a habit, I'm a lifestyle.

- There are a lot of hidden nerds.

- People who become the front runners often used to be outcasts or loners.

- Um, don't get me wrong because I love boys, it's just that sometimes we don't need you.

- There are only ten ideas under the sun. What makes the difference is how you spice them.

- So I'm in Virginia, and I had crabs--I keep saying that! I had crab sickness, I had eaten bad crabs in Maryland!

- I'm a winter girl; I like coming out when things are desolate and everybody's ready to slit their wrists.

- You can only be you. A lot of times it's never enough for people.

- I've never played the guitar, except throwing it against the wall cause it was pissed off I couldn't play it.

- Truly, I was a sweetheart when I was little, like the Honeysuckle Faery. Sweet-pea. But sweet-peas are not popular after second grade. Sweet-peas become nerds really fast.

- I really enjoy having a giggle with a friend, but then someone crosses my line, then I don't really take it lightly.

- I sometimes forget I'm not 7'2" and a Viking.

- A boundary was crossed. And maybe I drew a boundary, consciously.

- It was a bit violent, a bit sexual.

- When nothing makes sense, music seems to come and bring me a margarita and sit down with me.

- You don't have to justify everything. Being pissed off is just absolutely okay.

- There is a level of the vampire in me, which is OK.

- It hurts me when a woman doesn't come through for me, more than a man.

- I'm a grown woman. I've earned my experiences, my scars.

- What is an angel but a ghost in drag?

- I'm beginning to accept and love the parts of me, of women that I was trained to hate all my life.

- People can be so vicious toward the imaginary world and it saddens me. You kill a lot of little people's dreams that way.

- Even if you don't read history or you aren't interested in anything that happened before the '60s, there are reasons why we think the way we do.

- That's how the story goes but I don't believe the story.

- I would find myself either the lovey-doveyest-woviest sweet pea, or a mad-woman.

- I believe in eating.

- You can't change what happened. And nobody's asking you to forgive.

- Why be afraid of these cuddly, soft, adorable things?

- I have good days. Like if I get really good coffee ice cream with just the right amount of chocolate syrup.

- A lot of people see themselves as victims, even when you have to stand in line for ice cream.

- It's so difficult to be critical of children because they need to discover themselves. We're always telling them, "No, the tree has green leaves!"

- I'm tired of being a rebel. Now I just want to be me.

- When things get really empty for me, empty in my outer life, in my inner life, the music world, the songs come across galaxies to find me.

- Do you know what it's like to be a girl and have blood running down your legs and think that you're dying, just because no one's told you that's what happens? It's horrible.

- An angel's face is tricky to wear constantly.

- Mess with me and you will not survive.

- I think that happiness is when you can let yourself feel every emotion you want at any time instead of being a lying little fuck.

- I'm not into this dieting thing.

- The cross has been used as a weapon, as it has been used against all women throughout the ages. And that's the greatest evil of all.

- I think you've got to find a giggle somewhere in stuff that would scare the poop outta ya.

- A cornflake girl is Wonderbread whereas a raisin girl is whole wheat bread.

- I would like to think I'm a raisin girl, because in my mind they're more open minded. Cornflake girls are totally self centered, don't care about anything or anybody.

- I like butter and the people who like butter."

- I'm known as that girl who has tea with the Devil.

- I'm not afraid of sadness.

- Everybody has creativity and each person has it in a different way. Some people aren't musical, some musicians can't even think about painting or gardening. There's so many different ways to be creative.

- I wanna be burned, definitely burned, like the witches.

- Give the kids tools, so they can go build their own houses; not the blueprint of what the houses should be.

- Look at me now. I'm breast feeding pigs.

- I wish I had more of a sense of humor.

- I can be so hard on people.

- If somebody's being a jerk, I would like to go wee on their head. And then I do that, mentally.

- The people on the internet know more about what I am doing than I do. Like, they will say that I am going to be in this mall on this day, and sure enough, I am there!

- I'm like a lioness who kills her own prey and no one else has to kill for her. But if some other lioness comes to me and says "I just got a good prey, do you want a piece?" I can say "of course" - and the other way around.

- There are things that I would disagree with Jesus about, and I feel really good about that.

- History has recorded some pretty nasty things that have happened to people. I think we remember. I think it's in our cells and I think it can still hurt sometimes."

- I don't believe in the saying that it all happens for the best, it's just not appropriate.

- Of course I believe in past lives, I mean, three quarters of the human race believes this, it's not like a great new thought here.

- I use innocence in my demeanor like a Venus flytrap.

- I do like to talk about things no one wants to hear at the dinner table.

- I'm not interested in being a really nice person; I want to be a creative, responsible person that's balanced.

- Boys are cute but food is cuter

- Do any of you dream about crocodiles?

-I know I dream about crocodiles. I'm obsessed with them.

- If people can't see things from the other side that's not my problem, it's theirs.

- I think I give equal time in my hatred, right?

- Sometimes I'm mad at some guy, sometimes I'm mad at some girl, and sometimes I'm totally loving some guy, so and sometimes I'm loving some girl.

_ Well, Pele is the volcano goddess and I thought of like, um, sacrificing some of the boys in my life to her but then I decided that that wasn't really a very good idea.

- Anger originates from envy and outrage, not being seen, not being heard.

- We don't know where souls go when they die. We don't know a lot of things. We didn't create the planets. We didn't do this all by ourselves. So, therefore, why wouldn't there be a creative force if it can create humans and planets?

- I've been hanging out with some of the Hell's Angels in England. They're some of the sweetest people I've ever met.

- Real friends have to be understanding of each other, and their faults.

- I think I'm really hard to get to know on a personal level.

- Thailand is calling me.

- People I see laughing all the time, check for razor blades in their anal-force underwear, because it's just a little lie.

- I'm not interested in taking drugs. I do hallucinogens once in a while for journey experiences.

- I hear the wine. It's like a structure. I see it as a piece. I hear it before I taste it. It's calling me. And then I start to hear it when I'm tasting it.

- Not that I use crystal suppositories, I'm not New Age.

- A peach tree says, 'Some of me will be juicy and some of me will be dry I'm not growing for you; I grow because that's what I do.' You always hear some person complain about how dry their peach is and the peach says, 'It's not our fault you have no understanding on the proper use for dry peaches.'

- My theory is that women were the Mona Lisas for a long time and now men are Mona Lisas with little goatees. They are our muses.

- If you're gonna tell a story, you have to grow into the head of the rapist as well as the raped.

- He was a lite sneeze, and not the flu. Most boys would like to think they're the flu, wouldn't they? But they're really just a achoo.

- If you call me an airy-fairy new age hippy waif, I will cut your penis off.

- It's a double-edged sword and if you pretend you don't want it you're a liar and that is going to rip your soul to pieces.

- I'm always dreaming that these bulls are chasing me. Half the time I don't get away - I almost get over the fence, and then they gore me.

- I believe in energy, everything is energy. And therefore sometimes magic can be created if somebody is open to letting energy do what it does, instead of being so cynical, that you miss magic happening.

- I feel like a work really has many sides to it when people have such extreme reactions. When a work is greeted with just, 'Oh, you know, it's nice', then it's not affecting people. So love it or hate it, that's okay.

- I am a real believer in looking at pain and taking it out shopping.

- The music is the magic carpet that other things take naps on.

- I just try to strip myself, peel myself like an onion. At different layers I discover stuff.

- Why is the world where it is? It's so deep-rooted, if we really start looking, and we might not like what we find. But I think we have to, we have to ask the questions.

- I'm beyond the fury of youth.

- I love young women who are angry. They're wild mustangs.

- I didn't want her looking and hearing me and thinking, "Oh my God, that's a scary lady!"

- They felt that it was detrimental material for their children and that it was blasphemous.

- They've decided they kinda' have you figured out.

- My nightmares are so bad, that I mostly reject it when my friends want to take me to a cinema to watch a horror movie. Then I say, "No, thank you. I will dream in a few hours."

- I don't know of anybody who's gonna be fulfilled if they get hit by a bus. You have to surrender to that eternal need to be fulfilled.

- How do you know I'm not having a margarita with Jesus tonight at 10 o'clock?

- Let's be honest, religion has not supported women and men exploring all sorts of their sides, their unconscious. It has not been supportive of, you know, go into the places without shame, without blame, without judgment, and just let yourself really see what's cooking in there.

- I think human beings are so much more capable of what they told us we're capable of.

- Anyone can attend yoga, kabbalah classes, church, lectures by the 'Dalai Lama', yada, yada, yada - but can you be present for your life, and live with the way you treat other people?

- Only a few people should have a "greatest hits". I'm not one of those people.

- I feel like our leaders have hijacked America's personality, and taken her to personality plastic surgery school. And they decided this is who she is.

- The playground is the biggest war-zone in the world.

- You have to read visionaries to have visions.

- They squash the baby bird because their bird got squashed.

- I love reading. I'll read the first sentence and if it makes sense to me I pick it up.

- It's ridiculous saying there's only one true faith, it's like saying there's only one map to get you up the mountain. I want to see those other maps, man.

- I kinda have all the aspects of my personality round one table for spaghetti.

- If it's too loud, turn it up.

- I was doing drugs with a South American shaman, and I really did visit the devil and, well, I had a journey.

- There is no passion without broken crockery.

- You have to ask, how could a nation nearly vote in somebody who isn't qualified for the job?

- We're living in a frightening time and I wish people would wake up and realise they're surrendering their civil liberties.

- Who wouldn't want to shag a queen?

[yandere-ac]

Hi I've been dealing with some personal issues, and I wish I could share with you a concept I have: darling having trust issues because her ex boyfriend only used her for her body. She tries to cope with feeling like a sex object by trying to help others feel better about themselves, she sees the internal beauty of the "ugly villagers" and she tries to bring joy to them on a daily basis. Curt is my fav villager, and I'll love to see his yandere side in this scenario. (Is it too edgy ;^;??)

Yandere Curt x Reader

Midnight

Nothing good happens at midnight. It is the time of bad decisions and when people don’t think straight. It’s the time when everyone is asleep, so you are completely alone.

“Hey Y/N! Look what I made!” The gorilla in front of you said as he showed you a macaroni picture of you and him. “Aww, it looks great Al! Good job!” You said as you smiled at the big ape in front of you. He pulled you up into a big bear hug and spun you around a little. “Aww chucks, thank you Y/N!“

Y/N L/N was a sweet girl, always seeing the best in people around her. She brought smiles to everyone and could light up a room in just a couple of seconds. She was infamous for having an island full of ugly villagers. All of them were unconventional and unattractive in the community. And that’s one of the many reasons she felt the need to take them all in. She made sure to spend time with each and every one of them. Diva, Rocket, Al, Tabby, Barold, Jambette, Moose, Gigi, Moe. They all had special activities that you liked to do with them. But by far your favorite of them all was Curt. The bear always made sure you were comfortable and safe.

Once on a rainy day you had run into Redd. He had looked at you and smirked. “Why hello there cuz! Didn’t expect to run into you” he said as he let out a laugh. “Oh...yeah...hey Redd...” you said quietly as you hugged your arms, keeping your composure closed off and cold. You didn’t like Redd. Not at all. He made you very uncomfortable. The way he used people to get what he wanted, discarding any and all feelings...he reminded you of...him.

“Ah cheer up cuz. You look like someone’s just died! Can’t you give yer old buddy ol pal Redd a smile” he said, this time showing off his teeth while smirking. He was now invading your personal space, putting his arm around your shoulder. “Umm no I think I’ll just get goi-“ “is there a problem here?” Suddenly, you were interrupted by a strong voice, cutting through the tension like a hot knife through butter. It was Curt! He’d seen how uncomfortable you were and came to interfere. “O-Oh! No not at all! I was just talking to my friend Y/N about-“ before he could finish the sentence Curt aggressively shoved him away from you. He stood in front of you as some sort of shield, crossing his arms as he short a glare to Redd. “Yeah? Well she’s clearly uncomfortable with you. So why don’t you bug off before you hurt yourself you fraudster!” Curt raised his voice when he said this, asserting his dominance over the fox. He wasn’t gonna let some lowlife fox mess with you. With that, Redd quickly scurried off, tail between his legs and ears tucked behind his head. And sure enough, Redd didn’t show up to your island for another few months.

“Humph...are you alright Y/N” Curt said, turning around to talk to you, his gaze became much softer when speaking with you. “Yes, I’m alright Curt. Thank you” you answered as you gave your friend a hug. While Curt usually wasn’t one for physical touch, he’d make an exception for you. Wrapping his big arms around you as he stroked big circles around your back. “It’s okey now, fuzz ball. Curts here, curts gotcha...”

Ever since that day you trusted him completely. You had some trouble trusting others ever since the incident. Sure you loved the other residents and always tried to make them happy but you didn’t exactly trust them enough to open up to them. You did however trust Curt with that information. It was an ordinary day, you were inside of first house knitting together. You were making a beanie and he was making a sweater. The two of you were making small talk as you knit and soon Curt came with a question that you didn’t know how to answer.

“Y/N? Can I ask why your always so nice to everyone? Its not a secret that you don’t exactly have the most...conventional villagers...yet you continue to invite us and give us homes...why?” He asked, looking at you completely puzzled. “Well...ive always wanted to help people that feel sad or angry. And because I know you all have it rough in our community, I wanna make sure that everyday is a treat! I know how it feels to be treated badly so I try my best so that you guys don’t have to feel that” you said, very nonchalantly. But this caught Curt right off his guard. “Say what! Who has treated you badly!? WHY would they ever treat someone as sweet as you bad!?” Curt yelled out. “Oh...yeah. So...you remember back when Redd came to the island?” “And harassed you?” “...yeah...that one...well theres a reason Why I felt so uncomfortable...” Curt was looking at you very intensely, he wanted to know who would dare to lay a finger on you. “Well...you see...way back before I moved here, I used to live with this guy...my uh- my boyfriend actually and...well I though we had a perfectly normal relationship. I loved him and I thought he loved me. But as it turns out...that wasn’t the case...” you could feel yourself choke up at some parts of the conversation, the stinging feeling of tears welling up in your eyes were present. “Every time we would make love he would refuse to ever look at me...a-and he would never want to do any normal couple stuff...i-i-” you felt a big hand on your shoulder. Looking down at you were Curt, his eyes saddened and mouth in a frown. Needless to say, he got the picture. He brung you in for a big hug as he slowly and gently stroked your hair, whispering reassuring coos. After a few minutes Curt finally broke the silence. “What’s his name...” Curt asked. You didn’t find the question strange at the time so you answered. “Eliot, Eliot Reynolds” Good...he’d deal with him later, but now he had to comfort you. “He sounds like a coward...don’t worry, he’s never gonna hurt you again...” And so he simply wrapped his big arms around your form. You cried in his grasp as he soothes you. He offered to stay the night at your place which you accepted. Little did you know he was planning on doing something dastardly.

You fell asleep in your bed while he slept on the couch, but the thing is, he wasn’t sleeping at all. No, he was waiting until you fell asleep. Once he was sure you were fast asleep he snuck up, going to your computer. Searching in Eliot Reynolds, he smirked when he saw the first result.

“Eliot Reynolds, young owner of five star Island Fallington” he was signed up to various social media platforms and had foolishly left in the name of his island. And with that, Curt went over to the dodo Airlines in order for a midnight visit to good old Fallington...

The next morning you woke up, sun shining through a gap in your blinds. Stretching for a while before going up, you found Curt sleeping deeply on the sofa. Poor guy probably couldn’t sleep, there was a brown stain on his shirt, you waived it off as him probably going for a midnight snack and spilling on himself. Looking over at his sleeping form you couldn’t help but smile, he’d been so sweet lately. You appreciated his help and support so dearly. You loved him so much, and would hope that when the dust has settled, you two could become closer.

But he wasn’t worthy of your love.

Because after all. Anyone who goes out after midnight, anyone who murders a man in cold blood with an axe isn’t worthy of someone so pure. Nothing good ever happens after midnight. Curt proved that when he flied to Fallington...

[levbug]

𝐒𝐀𝐅𝐄— 𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐤.

#pairing ー akaashi keiji x royal! gender neutral! reader

#warnings ー royalty au! a few curses here and there. also a mentioning of being locked up, not getting fed enough, arranged marriage (its the plot do beware), marriage to men older than 50 to a younger person, death of natural causes

#wc ー 2.2k

you lay on the grass with akaashi, enjoying the view of the stars above you. it had been months since you two have done this, and you could never tell when the next time would be, so you just savoured the rare calmness you only felt when you were with the boy.

as each day passed and your arranged wedding was nearing, you and akaashi found yourselves getting busier and not having enough time to spend with each other. it broke both your hearts' that, soon, you'd be married and it wouldn't be to him.

you desperately wished to be wed to him, but you were from different worlds: you being royalty and akaashi being the prince's, your brother's, most trusted servant. it wasn't acceptable in the eyes of others.

"so what if it isn't? it's not anyone's business on who i fall in love with. let them say whatever." you had responded angrily to akaashi after he brought it up. he shook his head and held your face gently between his calloused hands.

"i know, your highness, but it's not as simple as it sounds." he kissed your forehead. you relaxed as his lips touched your skin, smiling as you heard him address you by your royal title. his silly nickname for you made you forget about your anger. akaashi was the only one who could do that to you.

the consequence of marrying a commoner seemed like nothing, but it was everything. you would lose your royal status and be forbidden to ever see your family again. it was a cruel punishment, but you were tempted to disobey the rules and do it. maybe even start your own family with akaashi and live in the town.

but every time you saw koutarou's infectious grin, or heard your father's booming laugh that couldn't help but make everyone around him chuckle as well, or caught glimpse of your mother's soft (eye colour) eyes that matched yours, you would second-guess yourself. you loved your family, but you also loved akaashi.

akaashi had convinced you to stay with your family, despite wanting nothing but to go to marry and live the rest of his life with you. he had seen how torn you were and and decided to be selfless, saying he'd be happy to just be able to see you everyday surrounded by those you loved.

koutarou knew of your situation, but there was nothing he could do. he wouldn't become king soon enough, definitely not in time for your wedding, so he couldn't change the rules or call off the marriage. he knew how much you loved akaashi, just looking at you he could tell, and it saddened him that he was helpless in this situation.

your betrothed was the king of seijoh. he was a sleazy old guy with a bad temper and horrible manners. he was at least thirty years your senior and you'd be his sixth spouse. he disgusted you to no end. he touched you inappropriately on the first night you met and when you called him out on it, he dismissed it as a good ol' joke.

he had only chosen you to be his spouse because he saw a painting of you and deemed you physically acceptable. you knew if he found out about your courtship with akaashi, he'd have you executed, as he had with his last spouse. he was globally revered and he knew it, using it to his own advantage.

"keiji?" you called to him softly. he looked down at you with his beautiful dark blue eyes, awakening the butterflies in your stomach. 'gosh, keiji, you never fail to make me feel this way.' you thought, staring back up at him, cheeks heating up under his soft yet intense stare.

"yes, love?" he said softly, voice barely above a whisper. your heart rate sped up a bit at the nickname, as it was rare for him to call you anything but your given name or 'your highness'.

"i don't want to get married to that creepy old fucktard." your sudden statement caught akaashi off-guard and he couldn't help but chuckle. he found it amusing how even if you were raised to be 'proper' and speak only the politest words, you would do the exact opposite.

"well, you don't have much of a choice. when the king says he wants you, it's you he's gonna get." akaashi said, sitting up so he could look at you. "no matter how disgusting it sounds, it's our reality."

"i know, i know...it's just surreal how someone can just choose who they want to marry and the other has no choice but to accept, because if they didn't, it would possibly result in war." you sat up as well, glaring at the ground in frustration. akaashi noticed how riled up you were getting and held your hand in his, tracing small circles on the back of it.

"you know i love you, right?" he said, his grip on your hand tightening slightly. "if i could, i'd fight that sorry excuse of a king for your hand in marriage."

smiling at his sincerity, you scooted closer to him and leaned you head on his shoulder. you felt tears well up in your eyes as you thought of all those days and sleepless nights you had spent imagining your future with the boy who sat next to you.

"i wish i could stay and keep the life i made with you." you sighed. akaashi closed his eyes and just listened to your soft voice. "it's true, i'll never be over you because i've built a future in my mind with you and now hope is gone. there's nothing left for me to do."

akaashi's eyes opened as he heard this. "that's not true. as much as i hate to think of a life without you, you don't need me. you're wonderful, bright, and young. you don't need my love to continue living. and don't bother arguing, because we both know i'm right."

tears threatened to fall from you eyes and it took everything in you to not cry. "listen, (first name), i hope you know i love you, because i really do and i can't say it enough, but with the king, you'll survive. you'll be safe with him, and i'll be content knowing you are."

the tears you had been trying to stop earlier were now falling freely from your cheeks. akaashi took you into his arms and hugged you tightly, rocking you back and forth in attempts to calm your crying.

when your sobbing had been reduced to small whimpers and sniffles, akaashi held you at arm's length to look you in the eye. "k-keiji, puh-please promise me you'll al-lways love me." you hiccuped, your puffy red eyes staring at him desperately.

"i promise. and you promise to always love me?"

"i suh-swear."

akaashi had been wrong about one thing; you were not safe with the king. it had taken years for you to return to your home because the king had forbade you from ever visiting fukurodani when he found out you and akaashi had been exchanging letters.

the old sleaze had treated you like a prisoner, only letting you out of your room when there was an event or when there were visitors and he needed eye candy.

his son, tooru, had been much kinder to you. he was a year older than you and was extremely attractive. you thought you would've fallen for him if you weren't already head over heels for akaashi.

tooru would sneak up to the tower you were locked in and bring you some food, knowing that they didn't feed you enough. you were eternally grateful for him and constantly let him know.

one day, though, tooru was earlier than he usually came and this time he was accompanied by two guards. you recognized one as iwaizumi, as he had also occasionally given you extra food, but the other one had pink hair and you weren't familiar with him.

"tooru, is everything alright?" you asked the taller male as you heard keys jingling in the cell's lock. you were sure there was no event tonight, since usually a handmaid would be the one at the door, never the prince. "did something happen?”

"i'll explain it to when you get out." his usually cheery voice was devoid of all emotion. the door swung open and you jumped back, startled. the two guards helped you stand up.

you were a bit wobbly on your feet, as you hadn't been let out in a month. the guards noticed though, and held you by your arms gently as you walked down the stairs.

a million thoughts rushed through your head as you descended down the tower. was koutarou alright? was this about your family or fukurodani? were you being sent to execution? tears welled up in your eyes at the last thought, knowing full well that the king was merciless enough to kill you for no reason.

when you had made it down the last flight of stairs, you were sat on a soft, plush couch which contrasted to the cold, hard stone floors in your tower. tooru sat in front of you with a somber expression.

"my father is dead. he died last night of natural causes." he said grimly. as much as you hated the king, he was still tooru's father and you couldn't help but sympathize with the grieving man. the king had taken so much from you, but your humanity was not one of them. "you can go back to your kingdom, now."

"tooru, i...i'm sorry about your father." he nodded, and you knew those weren't the right words to say. you couldn't grasp the idea that the king was dead and you were just stunned at the fact that you were free again. "when will your coronation be?"

"friday." he responded with not an ounce of emotion. his usually bright brown eyes were dull. you pitied the poor man and suddenly embraced him. he was surprised by this but didn't pull away. soon enough, soft sobs could be heard from him.

you had decided to stay until tooru's coronation and then head home. the brunette appreciated your thoughtfulness immensely and promised he would visit you whenever he would have the chance.

when you arrived to fukurodani, you were immediately swarmed by journalists and reporters on the docks. they asked questions about your time at seijoh and what it was like to marry an older guy like the late king. it was nerve-wracking to be surrounded by so many people after being isolated for so long and you felt your anxiety building up within you.

luckily your guards had gotten you out of their reach and now you were on your way to the palace. your home. where your family resided. where akaashi was.

keiji.

everyday for four years you had daydreamed of what your life would have been like if you had married him instead. everyday for four years you wished to see his face and hear his gentle voice. everyday for four years you longed to be in his embrace.

when you had stepped through the palace doors, you had immediately run into your brother's arms. the king had been surprised by your informal greeting, but hugged you back, as he had also missed his sibling.

one you had pulled away from koutarou's embrace, you caught sight of the familiar messy black hair and gun-metal blue eyes you had fallen in love with.

you ignored koutarou's protests as you sprinted into akaashi's arms, making the boyーer, manーgrunt from the force of impact and stumble a bit before catching himself from falling.

as a result of so many years of not getting enough human contact, you had become a touchy person, constantly hugging others or touching their hands or arms as if to remind yourself that they were real. that this wasn't some concocted reality. as if looking for comfort.

when akaashi wrapped his arms around you though, you felt a heat flood through your body. it made you feel human, after years of being treated lesser than a pet. it was like a warm blanket placed on your shoulders after jumping into a cold lake. it felt like the feeling of sipping hot cocoa near the fireplace after playing in the snow for hours.

it was like waking up from a bad dream.

akaashi felt you shaking, hearing you sob breathlessly between his arms and looked at you concernedly. but he noticed that you weren't crying because you were sad or scared, you were crying in relief.

he wondered how awful the king had treated you. it angered him that he could hurt you so much. you noticed akaashi's furrowed eyebrows and the dark look in his expressive eyes, telling him to relax because it was fine now. everything was good. you were okay. you were fine.

you were safe.

[chlodani]

This is a brand new smau that I'm writing. Its actually my first. It's a Zuko x F!Reader pairing.

Trigger warning! If you're sensitive to things like car accidents and hospitals I'm warning you ahead of time. Read at your own risk. . .

Zuko is getting tired of his relationship with Mai. He feels it's not exactly enough, and he wants more. Though he doesn't know what. He seems to have a certain attraction to his best friend Y/N, but is too stubborn and grumpy to tell her or really talk about it at all. She likes him, but is too afraid to say anything because of his relationship with Mai. Though could things take an unexpected turn for Zuko and Y/N when something happens to her and he's afraid of losing her. . .

Beginning Part 15. . .

Special Edition. . .

Y/N'S P.O.V.

The Night Before. . .

I sat on the couch drinking what's left of my can of diet pepsi. The ones I only have like five left of, because Sokka stole most of them when he was here. I love picking on him. Zuko volunteered to come over and stay the night again tonight. He says he doesn't like leaving me alone, but I think the truth is he's the one that doesn't like to be left alone. Either that or he just loves being here with me. We were watching tv together. Though we were mainly just ignoring the tv, and talking. Zuko walked back over to the couch, sitting back down next to me. I knew he could tell I wasn't feeling the greatest. He turned off the tv looking at me.

"How are you feeling?" Zuko asked me in a concerned loving voice.

I turned myself more to face him. I sighed as I looked at the pattern on my couch.

"Zuko, what if I never remember who I really am? -"

He sighed softly as he looked at me. I looked at him.

"What if I never remember who you guys really are?" I asked him saddened.

"You will -"

Zuko moved himself closer to me.

"This isn't going to last forever, - I promise," Zuko said to me reassuringly.

"How can you be so sure? - I have a sister who I don't remember, best friends who are the most amazing people in the world who I don't remember, - and a man I think I'm in love with who I barely remember,"

"You think?"

"Feelings don't lie Zuko, - and that's how I've been feeling lately,"

Zuko softly moved his hand over, taking mine in his.

"You have me, - that's how I know you're going to remember us - and me,"

I softly smiled as I looked at him.

"Thanks Zuko,"

He moved even closer to me.

"So, you really think you're in love with me?"

I pressed my lips together.

"I dont know – I might be,"

"Would a kiss help you determine the truth?"

A shy smile passed me as a blush formed on my cheeks.

"A kiss - possibly more,"

Zuko smiled placing a hand on my neck, pressing our lips together. As he formed a passionate kiss, I had a strange suspicion that it would lead to more. And that to me was more than okay.

The Next Day. . .

I stood in a ready to fight stance waiting for Aang to throw his first rock at me. I could tell he was nervous.

"I still dont think this is a good idea," Zuko stated as he stood next to Katara.

"Shut up Zuko, this is our last option!" Toph said to Zuko infuriated.

"Y/n, are you sure you want to do this?" Aang asked me.

"Yes, I'm sure, - Toph, is right, - this might be my only option left," I responded.

"Y/n, there are other options," Zuko said to me.

He sounded concerned. A slight frustrated look crossed me.

"Like what?! Waiting to see if my memories will just come back on their own?! Its been weeks Zuko, I'm tired of waiting around. I hate not being able to remember you guys! Or what we used to do together, – I want to remember, - I'm desperate Zuko," I said to him.

"Are you ready Y/n?" Aang asked me still seeming nervous.

"As ready as I'll ever be," I replied.

"Remember to keep your stance steady Y/n," Katara reminded me.

I nodded.

"You're really sure about this?" Aang asked me again.

"Aang just do it," I told him a little infuriated.

He sighed, "Okay," he spoke.

He stood in his stance. I took in a deep breath before returning to mine. There was a fountain right beside me, so I had the water. I was just afraid, I didnt have the skill. Aang nodded to me as he looked directly at me. I nodded back to him. He chucked the rock at me with Earthbending. I tried to Waterbend an ice wall in front of me, but my waterbending wasn't strong enough. The rock Aang chucked at me threw me back into the wall. As I hit the wall, the back of my head bounced off of it almost as hard as it could.

"AANG!!!!!" Zuko, Sokka, and Sapphire exclaimed together as they ran over to me.

My vision was blurry and my head was fuzzy. I could still hear what was going on around me. In my blurry vision I could see the shapes of my friends around me.

"What happened?!" Toph asked in a worried concern, while also the hint of freaking out in her voice.

"Aang, three Y/n, back into a wall," Zuko responded slightly angry.

I could feel his hands touch my shoulder and my arm. I had my hand on my head, from the pain. Things were still blurry.

"It - it was an accident," Aang exclaimed with shame and guilt crossing his voice.

I tried to speak but I had a massive headache.

"Y/n, are you okay?" Katara asked me in worry.

"I - I -"

I grunted as I still held my head.

"Katara do something!" Zuko ordered her.

"I'll try," Katara spoke.

She used her waterbending, placing her hands on my head. Zuko had moved my hands, taking them in his. Katara concentrated and suddenly I felt so much better. I blinked my eyes a few times, before looking around at my friends. They were all just staring at me with concern in their eyes.

"Thanks Katara," I said to her softly.

"You're welcome Y/n," She said to me softly.

I sighed softly as I looked at Sokka. A thought just occured to me.

"And Sokka I've got a bone to pick with you," I said to him as Zuko helped me stand up.

"What did I do?" Sokka asked seeming offended.

"You stole my beef sticks! And my last three diet pepsi's!" I said to him slightly infuriated.

Sokka looked a little shocked that I found out.

"How did you find out about that?" Sokka asked me.

"The last time I was in that drawer where I hid them, I had almost an entire package left, and yesterday when I looked in the drawer they were gone," I explained to him.

"Then why didnt you say something yesterday?" He asked me.

A confused look crossed me.

"I - dont know," I answered.

A hopeful excited look crossed Toph.

"Wait, Y/n, did you remember that?" Toph asked me hopeful.

"I - I'm not sure," I responded clueless.

"Okay, Y/n, tell me one thing - last year during the summer, Sokka accidentally knocked down your sandcastle you worked really hard on, what did you tell him you'd do to him?" Toph asked me with hope filling her voice.

"I told him I was going to kick his a*s. And I did it, by using my waterbending to throw him back into the water and then freeze him in a ball of water. I loved the look on his face, - Though he got me back later that night, when you guys spent the night at my house. He stole my last fudgy bar I had in the freezer," I answered in the most casual tone.

"SHE REMEMBERS!!!!!" They all exclaimed as they attacked me with hugs.

I laughed as I hugged them. Though Zuko was right beside me, I did feel a little awkward. I have forgiven him for what he did to me, but after last night and now that I remember everything, this us just a tad bit awkward.

"I can't believe it! You really remember!" Sokka exclaimed as he held me tighter.

As everyone leaned back, I turned to look at Sokka.

"I'm still gonna kick your a*s Sokka, for stealing my beef sticks," I told him sternly.

He just sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck. I laughed softly. I turned to Aang.

"Oh, and Aang -"

"Yeah?" He asked me with a smile.

Without another word I used waterbending to blast him back a few feet. I laughed as I walked closer to him. Toph laughed.

"Ha! Good one sis!" Toph said to me with a smile.

Toph used to call me sis. I was like her big sister, and she felt comfortable with me. I wrapped my arms around her in a hug.

"I missed you Y/n," Toph said to me happily.

"I know," I told her.

Aang coughed slightly as he stood up. I walked closer to him.

"Sorry about that Aang," I said to him casually.

"That's okay, I deserved it, -"

Aang wrapped his arms around me.

"Its good to have you back Y/n," he said to me happily.

"What about me? -"

Zuko walked closer to me. Aang and Toph stepped away from me as Zuko stepped closer. I cleared my throat slightly. Zuko wrapped me in a hug. I still felt kind of awkward, but I'm glad things are okay for us. I'd say they were more than okay, - in so many words. Zuko looked into my eyes with a soft smile. He started to lean over to kiss me. I let his lips touch mine for a few seconds before moving back. I cleared my throat again.

"Its good to be back," I spoke before walking away from him.

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[coconutshvings]

I Have A Friend | {J.C.}

⊥Group // The Boyz

⊥ Genre // Fluff

⊥ Pairing // Ji Changmin × Reader

⊥ Warnings // None

• Requested? Yes {Requests are open}

↭ Hypothesis - Q has a mystery friend that has developed a chain of romantic feelings for you over the time but has never revealed himself to you, when will he, will he ever?

@octapichin I hope you like it 💗

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Your eyes observed every word written on the neatly cut piece of construction paper, written in an ink that wasn't too dark to be unreadable on the colored paper, for 2 months now you'd been getting these beautifully written notes- loves notes on different colored construction paper in random places, your locker, car wind shield, mail, you name it.

While it was flattering you did keep alert because what if whoever this was turned out to be a complete sleeze? The only thing you knew was that this person knew you, the locations of some of these cards were places only people in your inner circle would know about which were a few friends from school, your family, also your best friend Changmin or Q as he was often called along with his friends that he'd introduced you to.

You'd left things around them before so whoever were giving you these notes had to be someone not too far out of your circle, you thought it could be a joke with the notes popping up in your notebooks or book bad, on the back of your phone if you left it somewhere but when you confronted people it they really seemed to be clueless about the ordeal.

Then you thought surely no one would keep up this joke for 2 months unless they were really heartless and sick the passion that radiated in these notes indicated someone indeed harbored a special love for you.

There were too many possibilities, suspects, notes, it was making your brain scramble. You mentally screamed placing the note down in the basket with the rest on your kitchen counter that's when you heard your front door open and close before your best friend, Changmin, smiled gleefully walking into the kitchen.

"Oh Sure Q, you can come in." You sarcastically spoke making him snicker , "Oh Sure Y/n, you can leave the door unlocked for anyone to walk in." You waved him off turning your gaze to the basket of notes from your unidentified admirer,

"The notes are still coming?"

You nodded "A new one was on my welcome mat outside today when I went to check the mail, I stepped on it." You were becoming anxious and impatient "Why can't this person just reveal themselves?" You blurted out startlingly Q once you turned to him "Probably thinks you won't give them the time of day if they do reveal who they truly are." You just huffed

"They don't know that for sure unless they actually would try to approach me." You leaned against the counter with him joining beside you , "Got any clues on who they could be from?" You shifted your weight from one leg to the other,

"I know whoever it is has been around me often because they leave notes in my personal items, they left a note at my door so they know where I live," you paused collecting mental notes you'd made about the notes

"The hand writing looks familiar I just can't remember where I've seen it. Another thing I realized about the notes..." You trailed off as you began to space out in thought over the handwriting, Q studied your eyes for a moment realizing your weren't focused , he snapped his fingers in front of your face bringing you back to the moment.

"Um oh yeah, the notes, they all start off with the lines 'I have this friend' I think the person giving me these notes are referring to themselves really are and just saying they have a 'friend' to avoid me more." Your face saddened with each word, why was this so hard to figure out, why couldn't whoever this was just come out and say they wanted you, desired your heart, just that they liked you maybe even loved, your thoughts were again becoming scrambled.

"How do you feel when you read those notes?" Q's soft voice summoned you away from your thoughts again with his question, again your eyes landed on the basket of different colored construction paper, mini love letters written on them, you had never really thought about how you might feel you were just determined to know who was sending the notes .

However, you couldn't deny that in the moments reading the 4 to 6 line love letters you did feel some kind of joy that vanished from not knowing who feelings were written on the paper, you felt excitement, your heart did unexplained things that you loved when you read the notes.

"I guess I feel.. Liked, loved even. It's to say if I had the chance to know my admirer, even if we didn't associate much, maybe we could learn to and grow closer and experience these love letters in reality." You weren't aware of the smile plastered on your face but the sound of silence brought you out of your own world and back to the real one you looked beside you and Q was gone, maybe to the bathroom? You thought.

You turned around gathering all the notes neatly stacked in a pile into your hands spreading them with your fingers at all the assorted colors, "I have this friend.." You mumbled to yourself reciting the reoccurring opening to each note you'd gotten over the past 2 months.

"I have this friend," you heard from behind you making you wirl around to see Q standing in the door way, your eyes also noticing a colored paper in his hands though your eyes were focused on his, no way.

"He'd love to know what'd make your day so that he could always ve able to bring you sunshine even when it's pouring rain out." He softly spoke, you fought back a smile and your eyes could no longer bare it so you quickly looked at his hand, a yellow piece of neatly cut construction paper was in his grasp you looked at your own hands seeing a few identical colored ones before looking back to him.

"Q..." You trailed off as your heart sped up in pace. "I didn't know the notes were more to you than just figuring out who wrote them, I was the one afraid to reveal myself, afraid that after quite some time of friendship that you'd only see me as a buddy." His angel smile was bright with his dimples peaking, you were speechless.

The whole time it had been Him, your best friend who was indeed around you enough to slip these notes into places you wouldn't expect, and why? It was because he liked you, maybe loved.

You let out a breath that you'd be withholding it was all so much to process as Q walked directly in front of you, you could see yourself in his eyes clearly your body turned warm while you became shooken with nerves but you realized this was Q in front of you, no one different, your best friend.

"How do you feel in this moment knowing finally who's been sending you these notes?" He asked searching your eyes. It still amazed you but you wouldn't deny you were happy it wasn't some crazy weirdo stalker maybe Q would do just fine if you gave him a chance, your eyes focused to his from the ground beneath you gathering all the micro bites of confidence you had in that moment to speak

"I think this scenario is greater than any I've imagined, I've always found your adorable face and Charisma attractive," you grinned and Q mirrored you expression proudly, "a little crush on you is something I've developed but it's not that it can't turn into more it's that I didn't know if I should've allowed it to because of this friendship bond we have."

You sighed finally speaking what you'd been holding in you waited for his answer you felt his soft hands collide with yours bringing them up between you two and intertwining them again causing you heart rate to be faster than usual.

"Take it from me, the one you have a tiny crush on, I think you should let it blossom into more," his body was nearly colliding with yours once he moved a bit closer and your cool exterior was almost blown when your noses were almost touching,

"Its not like your feelings wouldn't be reciprocated?" He smirked before leaning in instinctively causing you to close your eyes, he gave your nose the lightest kiss that anyone could possibly recieve before moving back allowing you more space.

Once you opened your eyes He was back to his cute excited self as if he hadn't just caused a shivering tension between the two of you, yep, the duality he had would definitely be something you'd have to get used to, not that it was bad though.

"Would you consider giving me a chance to make you smile a thousand times brighter than you already do as your significant other?" Q looked like a hopeful child that really wanted a toy in a store and you could tell how much he truly wanted to be the one to cherish you and share your heart, you wanted to do the same with him.

"I don't see why not. The feelings are returned, right?" You cheekily asked while grinning seeing Q's eyes light up as if he'd just hit the biggest lottery jackpot the world had ever seen, "Yes Yes, of course they're reciprocated, I really like you, Y/n." He confirmed making you sigh out of contentment, "Then the obvious answer Is Yes."

Those words were the key he needed to have access to your heart in a way that no one else could and he was bursting of excitement and relief on the inside and out as he gently brought you into a hug embracing you with heat and blossoming love,

you rested your head on his shoulder closing your eyes once his scent hit your nose sending and exhilarating feelings through your body and in that moment you didn't feel like you would regret this, giving him a chance at having your heart.