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Sam carpenter x reader with the song birds of a feather by Billie eilish maybe friends to lovers
Birds of a Feather
Sam Carpenter x fem!reader
Summary: you and Sam are best friends. until you arenât
Words: 8k
A/n: ok we kinda went off script with this one but iâd describe this as friends to lovers with a few bumps. is friends to not friends to lovers a trope?
A/n 2: i have something to confess. iâve never seen scream 5. that might be very evident in this
Warnings: intoxication, usage of drugs, Richie Kirsch, Sam deals with some hard shit, crying, ghostface aftermath, not a warning but Tara is a cutie, mention of a dead parent, maybe ooc sam cause iâve never written for her and probably shouldâve made a less lengthy fic so i could get a feel for her character but wtv đ¤ˇââď¸
âHey- What the heck! What was that for, Sam!?â The young boy yells when Sam pushes him off the swing
âYou jerk broke my friendâs crayons. She really liked them!â Sam points a finger at the boy, whoâs now dusting himself off
âYeah? Whatâre you going to do about it?â He smiles a wicked grin. At least, what would be considered wicked in kindergarten
âIâll never let you on the swings again!â
âI donât see your name written on it!â
âThatâs cause youâre stupid and canât read!â
Tears well up in the young boys eyes. He blinks them away, running to tell on the teacher him and Sam share. Sam didnât care, he deserved the insults anyways
âSammy? What did you do to Carlos?â You run up to Sam, whoâs glaring at the back of Carlosâ head from her seat on the swing
âI pushed him. He broke the crayons your dad gave you!â The Carpenter pulls you into a hug, not wanting to let go
âI know he did Sammy, but itâs not nice to push peopleâ You reciprocate the hug, pulling back a bit to see Samâs face and how her forehead was wrinkled with her eyebrows furrowed. You thought she was cute like one of your stuffed animals
âItâs not nice to break something that doesnât belong to you! I did it because he was mean to youâ
âYouâre going to get in trouble! Mrs. Poppy doesnât know you were trying to protect meâ
âThen Iâll tell her, and Carlos will get in trouble tooâ
âSamantha Carpenter.â Your teacherâs voice was stern. Nothing like the sweet teacher you were used to. You backed away from Samâs hug but you donât go far. You hold her tiny hand with your own and make sure to stay close, rubbing her hand in hopes of comfort
âIs it true you pushed Carlos off the swings and said some mean things?â
âYeah, but he was being mean to (Y/n) first! He broke her new crayons her dad got her! Mrs. Poppy, (Y/n) was really sadâ Your dad couldnât get you many new things due to being a single father. Especially new school supplies. Usually youâd reuse the crayons you didnât lose or break from previous years or borrow some of Samâs
On most days you took the bus home with Sam while your dad was off working his ass off to get you dinner every night. Your dad and Samâs dad were good friends so Mr and Mrs. Carpenter didnât mind taking care of you until your dad was able to pick you up from their house. Luckily you two lived in the same neighborhood. Some days you thought all of the stars aligned for you and Sam to be friends
âIs this true?â Your teacher shoots a look at the boy next to her. While your teacher was the nicest woman you ever met, she had a deadly glare. You were happy you werenât on the receiving end of that stare
âN-NoâŚâ
âCarlos if I find out youâre lying, youâre going to be sharing the same punishment as Sam.â Mrs. Poppy seems to calm down a bit, entering her nice teacher mode once again
âF-Fine! I did break her crayonsâ Carlos pouts, crossing his arms
âThank you for telling the truth, but what you did was wrong. You also did something wrong, Sam. Instead of pushing Carlos off the swing, you couldâve told me and I would have taken care of itâ Your teacher bends down to look at the two kids in the eyes
âSorry, Mrs. Poppyâ Sam and Carlos say in unison
âThank you, you two. I know you two are good kids and know whatâs rightâ
Your teacher leaves with Carlos next to her and you can hear her faintly ask why the boy broke your crayons in the first place
âI like having you as a friend, Sammyâ You hug the girl, whoâs long since stopped swinging
âI like having you as a friend too, (Y/n)!â Sam beams. Her smile was one of your favorite things ever
âCan we play house?â
âYeah! Iâll bring my bear next time so she can be our baby!â
//-//
âI canât believe you can name your sister!â You were over at Samâs house a few months after her baby sister was born. You didnât know what to call Samâs little sister considering⌠she didnât really have a name. It was up to Sam to pick a name but of course she was a Carpenter, wanting the best name for her sister. As a result, her baby sister had no name
Until today, that is. Sam was finally making a decision today
âI donât know what her name is going to be yetâ Sam reaches out a finger to her baby sister who happily grabs onto it with curiosity
âShe likes you a lot, huh?â
âShe knows Iâm her sisterâ
âMaybe I could help you come up with a name! Whatâs your favorite letter?â
âI like the first letter of your name but I donât want it to be that! I need to think of something differentâ
âI know youâll think of a wonderful name, darling.â Samâs mom strokes her on the head as she rocks the small baby in her arms
âDo you have another favorite letter?â You ask
âUh⌠I like T?â
âWhat about Triceratops!â You giggle
âHer name canât be Triceratops, silly!â Sam smiles
âTennis?â
â(Y/n), those arenât namesâ The now older Carpenter giggles along with you
âWhat about Taylor? Oh! Thereâs a girl in our class named Thalia?â
âI want it to be different, though! I like those names but Tara needs to be special.â Samâs eyes go wide in surprise. Maybe her brain just knew her baby sister was supposed to be named Tara
âTara?â You repeat. âThatâs a pretty name! Hi little Tara!â You wave at the baby in her momâs arms
âIs this official? Is Tara your choice, Sam?â
âYeah! Tara is a nice name. She looks like her name would be Taraâ
âShe does, doesnât she? Such a pretty name you chose, Sam. Honey, come here! We have our daughterâs name!â Mrs. Carpenter yells for her husband
You donât think youâve ever seen Sam smile so wide before
//-//
âHey, Sam?â
âWhatâs up?â
âArenât you scared of middle school?â
âNo, why would I be? Middle school should be scared of meâ That was your Sam alright. The most fearless person you knew. As far as you knew, she was scared of absolutely nothing. Not even the dark. Which is why you were reluctant to stay outside on your trampoline after sunset. Which is also why you were curled next to Sam as she pointed out all the different stars
âWhat if we stop being friends?â
âDonât be stupid, (Y/n)â The Carpenter pinches your cheek and you yelp while giggling, shoving her hand away
âIf we stop being friends, which we wonât, I promise Iâll let you have all of my stuffed animalsâ
âWoah, really?â
âYes, really
âEvery single one of them?â
âYes, every single one of themâ Sam rolls her eyes
âEven Ghostie?â Ghostie was the panda stuffed animal you got Sam for her eighth birthday. Technically your dad bought it for her but you picked it out
âWhat! Youâre not supposed to take a gift back, I like Ghostieâ
âWell, you can give me all of your stuffed animals and Iâll just give Ghostie back to youâ
âThat makes no sense, why wouldnât you just let me keep it?â
âCause then you wouldnât have given me all of your stuffed animals and kept your promiseâ
âYouâre weird, (Y/n)â
âHey, so are you! Thatâs why weâre friendsâ
âYeah, I guess soâ Sam giggles
The sliding door to your house opens and both you and Sam turn to look whoâs there. Itâs your dad
âHey, girls! Sam, your parents are leaving now. Best you go with them, eh?â
âOkay! Thank you, Mr. (Y/l/n)â The Carpenter waves to your dad
âWait, let me go with you inside! Itâs scary out hereâ
//-//
âSam! What if we get caught out here?â Your words held concern but you couldnât stop laughing as Sam dragged you under the bleachers
âShhh! Theyâre gonna catch us!â The Carpenter put a hand over your mouth and put one over hers so sheâd also stop laughing when both of you sat down on the underside of the bleachers where the grass was
Both you and Sam were currently in seventh grade but there was an eighth grade couple that was constantly terrorizing the younger kids. Sam being Sam, she wanted to end their reign.
How did she want to end their reign? By breaking the two up. Sam slipped a note in both of their lockers about meeting to break up during one of their classes, causing both of them to skip. Your job was to lead a teacher to their meetup and if everything went right, then they would be successfully broken up and in detention.
Both of you hear footsteps and see the couple at the meetup spot. The teacher wasnât far away, all you had to do was rile him up a little and run away. Did you feel a little bad? Maybe. But in your defense the couple was always making out in the hallways and made everyone passing by uncomfortable. For gods sake, it was middle school! Not high school
You and Sam were far enough away you couldnât hear them but their body language was enough for the both of you to understand. Your plan was going perfectly. You and Sam were more the vigilante type, not the heroes or the villains
The couple exchanged pointed looks and flailing arms, hopefully arguing about the note. You and Sam wrote⌠not the nicest things in there
The teacher eventually arrives out of breath but the couple is too busy yelling each other to notice how heâs standing over them. He looks to clear his throat and to their horror, they stop fighting. Success!
âYes! We did it!â Sam says a little too loudly from the position you two were in. Their heads turn in your direction and you know youâre caught when the teacher stars walking towards you two
âHey! Whatâre you two doing there under the bleachers?â His ragged voice yells
Shit.
//-//
âSam? Whatâs wrong?â You run to the Carpenter, whoâs outside under a tree eating her lunch. Usually sheâd wait for you but today seemed different
âGet away from me, (Y/n).â
âSam, donât be like that. You know me, you can tell me whatâs wrong.â You and Sam didnât share too many classes in eighth grade. Even then, your friendship still didnât seem to falter. Youâd still hang out after school and help each other study. Sam lashing out at you was never really a problem you two had
âNo! You donât know anything.â Sam shoves you away when you try to put your hand on her shoulder. âYouâre useless.â
âSam, you donât mean that. Please just tell me whatâs wrong?â
âYou wouldnât understand. You donât understand anything.â
âYes I do! We always talk to each other, Sammy. Even if Iâm not going to understand, I can still listenâ
âDonât say that stupid name.â
âI thought you liked Sammy?â
âSee, thatâs the thing with you! Youâre always so stuck in the past. I donât want to talk to you anymore.â
âYouâre not being very nice right nowâ
âYeah? Well you can deal with it.â The last thing you expect Sam to do is push you onto the ground into a patch of dirt.
âWeâre done. Iâm not your friend anymore.â
âSam- we can talk about thisâ Tears pool in your eyes. You try to get up but all that happens is a crawl
âWe canât. Youâre weak and pathetic and canât do anything without me.â
Sam doesnât look back when you say her name through tears. Sam doesnât look back when she hears a few laughs and whispers directed at you. Sam doesnât look back.
//-//
âHeyyyyy (Y/n)!â Samâs voice slurs over the phone. It was almost one in the morning, what the hell was this girl doing? Not to mention this is the first time sheâs even talked to you since middle school. And yet, you still answered without hesitation. Damn you really needed to grow a backbone
âSam? Whatâs going on?â
âNothingggggg whutâre yâdoin?â
âI was trying to go to sleep then you called me. Where are you?â
âWhyâd yâwanna know? Youâre not my momma!â
âAre you drunk? Sam, youâre underage!â
âNo fun⌠Iâm wif my friends! We at a partayyy!â
âWhose house are you at?â Grabbing your keys, you race to the door. Your dad was asleep and you only had your learners permit but you couldnât just hang up on your Sam like that.
âUh⌠Tristan? Heâs in our uh⌠what class is he in?â
âMath. Tristan from math, got itâ You knew where he lived. You tutored the guy as requested by his parents but he paid you more money to stop coming to his house than his parents did for your tutoring business. How could you say no to free money?
Thankfully he wasnât far. Thank god for that, you werenât one to drive at night
You go faster than you hope but luckily you donât get pulled over. You really didnât want to go to overnight jail and face your dad the next morning but surely he would understand the circumstances you were in. He knew you, he knew Sam, he knew the devotion.
At least thatâs what you told yourself on the way to Tristanâs house
You could hear the house blasting bad music from about four blocks away. It was a wonder how the police hadnât shown up yet. Unless he paid off them too. You wouldnât put it past the guy
Were you invited? No. But in all the movies youâve watched - said movies being Mean Girls - random people just showed up and nobody cared enough to kick them out. So you walked up to the door like you were invited and instantly started looking for Sam
The music was so loud you could feel it in your lungs and couldnât hear your thoughts. You couldnât imagine this was the scene Sam was willing to put herself in but then again you hadnât talked to her in years. Maybe under all those layers she was a party animal at heart
You internally laugh at the thought. Like hell Samâs actually a party animal
After a bit you find Sam snorting some drug that probably shared the name with a sexually transmitted disease. Grabbing the sleeve of her shirt, you drag her out of the house while her friends groan and call you a party pooper.
âHey! Wh- whatâs wrong wif you!?â
âWeâre going home, Sam. Iâm taking you homeâ
âNo! T-Tara canât see me. Wanna go somewhere elseâŚâ Sam struggles against your grip. Sheâs always been stronger than you but in her intoxicated state you could probably carry her like a sack of potatoes if you tried hard enough
âFine, Iâll take you to my house. You can spend the nightâ
âNoooo, wanna partyâŚâ
âWeâre going home, Sam.â
In all of your years of friendship with Sam, sheâs never seen you so stern before. The Carpenter keeps her mouth shut for the rest of the car ride.
After lots of trial and error, you eventually get Sam out of your car and into your bedroom with much difficulty. Thankfully your dad was the heaviest sleeper you knew. You search for a shirt and shorts that fit Sam, ignoring her protests of not wanting to sleep
Against your better judgment, you now have your intoxicated ex-best friend in your bed as her sobriety was nowhere to be found
âWhy did you call me, Sam? Even in your state I know you couldnât do that on accidentâ
âUgh, friends made me. Wanâ me tâcall my first crushâ
âWhat?â Youâre taken aback. Did you hear her correctly?
âTired⌠mâsleepyâ
You sigh, bringing your hand to Samâs face to stroke her cheek. Your heart breaks when the older Carpenter leans into your hand like a touch starved cat. You wished things would go back to normal but Sam was stubborn. She wouldnât let you in no matter how many times you tried.
âGo to sleep, Sam. I hope Iâll see you in the morningâ Youâre only met with small snores
You wanted to hate Sam. You wanted to hate Sam with all your heart for pushing you away and not even looking at her sister anymore
You wanted to hate Samantha Carpenter so badly but you couldnât
//-//
Itâs nine thirty in the morning when you hear a knock at your door. It was a Saturday. Who the hell was up this early? Rubbing the sleep from your eyes and attempting to smooth out your hair with your hands, you begrudgingly walk downstairs to the door. Your dad was at work already and usually you werenât up at this hour
Looking through the peephole, you donât expect to see Tara Carpenter in tears at your door.
âHey what happened, sweetheart?â You bend down to meet Taraâs eyes. They were red and puffy, evidently showing she was crying a lot. And a lot before she got to you
âS-Sam, she-â Your heart broke when Tara couldnât let out even a few words without hiccuping and sniffling
âYou can tell me later, darling. How about we drink some juice and you can tell me whatâs happening, yeah?â
âNo! S-SamâsâŚâ There seemed to be a never ending amount of tears flowing. âSheâs gone, (Y/n). Sheâs gone and sheâs gone for good.â Tara runs into your arms, staining your shirt with her tears.
âWhat do you mean, baby?â
âM-Mom said Sam left a-and isnât coming backâŚâ Your heart breaks when Taraâs breathing gets quicker and isnât able to catch her breath
You pick up the younger Carpenter, taking her to your couch. Taraâs on your lap and youâre holding her just like her mom probably did when she was born. It was something your dad always did, even when you got older. Sometimes people just needed to be babied no matter how old they were.
So you start rocking Tara. Sheâs holding onto you like youâre the only thing keeping her alive and you move her ear to your heart. Placing her head under your chin, you hum a tune that was familiar to you. A lullaby your mom always sung to you before she died
You kiss Taraâs forehead with tears in your eyes. You saw how Sam changed and you couldnât help her. You knew this day was going to come and you couldnât stop it. But how could you?
When Sam looked at you with such hatred and anger, youâd wonder if she was still the same Sam that pushed Carlos because he broke your new crayons. When you saw her high out of her mind with people that didnât care about her, youâd wonder if she was the same Sam that watched the stars with you on your trampoline. When you looked at Sam all you could see was what you two were. Was your Sam even still in there there?
You felt disgusted with yourself. You couldâve done something and yet you did nothing.
Youâd never see best friend again and Tara would only remember her sister as hateful and unloving. Memories of Sam would go sour until you only had Tara and Tara only had you as a reminder of who Sam used to be.
When the younger Carpenter sees you also crying, she somehow manages to hug you tighter than she already has. What a lovely girl Tara was.
âA-Are you okay, (Y/n)?â The brunette says in a small voice
âCan I be honest with you, Tara?â You earn a nod from the small girl
âNo. Iâm not okay. But you know what? Iâve got you and you got me. Thank you for telling me.â
â(Y/n)?â
âYeah?â
âMom says she isnât coming back. Sam didnât talk to me a lot but I miss her.â
âYouâve got such a big heart, Tara. Did you know that? Please donât ever lose it for me.â
âWill Sam come back?â
Your breath hitches and for a second youâre left without words in your throat and without knowledge about the future.
âYes⌠sheâll come back. Sam just doesnât know it yet.â
Taraâs mom comes storming in a second later with an out of breath angry expression that slowly softens when she sees how her daughter is nestled in your arms
âTara, you canât just run away like that. You made me so scared, you know I canât run as fast as youâ Her mom presses a kiss to her forehead
âI had to tell (Y/n), Mom! Sheâs Samâs best friend and she deserved to knowâ
Her mom brought a hand to Taraâs face to wipe a few stray tears. With her other, she placed on your shoulder with a small nod. Sam was gone. She was gone for good.
//-//
Sam spends her first night away from home in her car in a neighborhood she didnât recognize. The first night Sam leaves, she holds Ghostie in her arms and hopes itâs enough to keep her safe.
//-//
âYouâre hiding somethingâ
âWhat?â You and Tara always hung out ever since Sam left. Her mom hasnât been the same since her husband walked out. You offered to be one of Taraâs caretakers to help her mom with the load of being a single mother without Sam or her husbandâs support
Your dad wasnât home very often but every now and again heâd give you random tips on how to raise a teenager. At least, tips he used when he raised you. At first he was skeptical of you taking on the role of caretaker at such a young age but when you employed Tara to use her puppy eyes, it was a losing battle for him.
So Friday, Saturday, and Sunday, Tara was all yours. Youâve been doing this since you turned eighteen and could confidently drive without being nervous at all. Also mostly because you couldnât be her guardian in the eyes of the law under eighteen
There was a void in Taraâs heart and while you couldnât fully replace her sister, the least you could do was be there. Which is how you knew something was up when she started picking at one of the things she loved so dearly. Your cooking.
âI know youâre hiding something, squirtâ
âYouâre crazy, Iâm not hiding anythingâ Tara scoffs
âHey, Iâm not decades older than you. I know when youâre lyingâ You hated pulling the âI used to be your ageâ card but now youâre realizing how effective it is when youâre only six or seven years older than Tara
Tara throws her head back, groaning in what seems to be frustration and covering her face. You canât hold back your snicker. The younger Carpenter was always one for theatrics
âYou donât have to tell me but I could really help you, you know? With how super knowledgeable I am, as you knowâ
âKnowledgeable my ass, you didnât know your microwave had a popcorn button until I told youâ
âIn my defense, I heard youâre not even supposed to use the popcorn button for popcornâ
âThen why is it called a popcorn button?â
âI dunno. Maybe the same reason why Greenland is called Greenlandâ
âWhat?â
âDeception. The guy who found Greenland named it that cause he wanted more people to come over. I bet he was lonelyâ
âWhy do you know that?â Tara says in between laughs
âNo clue, but weâre getting off topic!â You smile. âThe point is, you shouldnât feel like you have to keep secrets from me.â You reach over to pinch Taraâs cheek and she tries to swat your hand away, ultimately failing. âWell, big secrets. If you cheated on a test or something I donât care that muchâ
âThanks, (Y/n)â
âNo problemo, squirtâ
So now you were back to silently eating dinner except for your TV playing some sitcom Tara liked. You could handle the quietness. Even if Tara didnât want to tell you, at least she knew you were there to listen. Thatâs all that mattered
â(Y/n), I think I like a girl.â
//-//
âWhat was Sam like?â Tara says out of the blue. âI was thirteen when she left but she didnât really talk to me. What was she like⌠before that?â
It was another weekend night that consisted of spending time with Tara. The question catches you off guard
âI donât think youâd believe me, squirtâ
âWell I wanna know anyways. Even if i believe it or notâ
âDid you know Sam named you?â
âShe did?â
âYeah, Sam named you Tara. You were unnamed for a while before she came up with anything.â
âMom said she was mean. Is that true?â
âI mean yeah, but not entirely. When youâre friends with Sam, sheâd be the nicest person youâve ever met. Hell, sheâd probably kill for anyone she loved. But when someone messed with a person she loved, nothing could stop her from making her loved one feel betterâ
âI wish I couldâve experienced it.â
âTrust me, you did. You just donât remember it. One time when you were little, a kid that was around Samâs age at time pushed you into the mud at the playground and Sam was furiousâ You laugh
âYou cried and Sam could hear you from where we were playing soccer. She found him and kicked his ass so hard he crawled back to his mommy so we took you and booked it out of thereâ
âShe did that?â Tara covers her mouth laughing, failing to cover it up
âI remember it like it was yesterday, squirt. Sam gave you a piggy back ride and you were giggling the entire time we ran home.â
//-//
âFuck, Tara! Shit, I came as fast as I could. Are you okay? Oh my god, of course youâre not okay.â You barged into Taraâs hospital room without any concern of who else was in there. You took her face in your hands and scanned for anything wrong until you brought her into a bone crushing hug. âSorry, stupid question. Holy shit Iâm so happy youâre alive, squirt. I am never letting you out of my sight again. Okay maybe in the future I will, but the future is not now! Right now Iâm never leaving you again.â
âYouâre such a fighter, you know that? Holy shit you mustâve been so scared. Tara youâre the strongest person I know, did you know that?â There are tears in your eyes threatening to spill. You donât even notice there are other people in the room.
âDeep breaths, (Y/n). Iâm okay. Look, Iâm right hereâ Tara takes one of your hands and puts it against her heart. Your eyes canât hold in your tears any longer. When you cried, you rambled. Tara was ready for the storm.
âFuck youâre such a sweet girl, Tara. Even when youâre lying in a hospital bed you care about me. I donât know what monster would do this to you! He obviously doesnât know what a blessing to this world you are. Please promise youâll never let anyone stop you from being the beautiful sweet girl you are.â
There it was.
You felt a hand rub your back and your arm. You assumed it was Tara. Until you heard a hum that wasnât Taraâs. Until you realized this person had rough hands. And oddly smelt likeâŚ
âSam?â Your head whips around
âHey, (Y/n). I⌠I missed you.â
âSam?â You let go for a second and bring your hand to her face. Not in a cute or romantic holding-her-cheek-way, no, you pinch at her cheeks and nose with a questioning look. You poke at Samâs forehead and nose, still probably in disbelief. Yeah, you were still her (Y/n).
âPlease donât tell me both of you are dead and Iâm actually in a psych ward and this is all a dreamâ You whisper and you can hear Tara laugh behind you
âNo, this is all very real.â Sam smiles, taking your hand off her face and gently putting it back by your side. Your eyes go wide and you whip around to look back at the younger Carpenter
âTara, can I take my attention off you for a second? Will you be okay?â You whisper, knowing damn well Sam could hear you
âYeah Iâll be okay, (Y/n). Go hug Sam.â
You press a kiss against Taraâs hairline and immediately after, launch into Samâs arms. Tara could feel it again, you were going to start crying and rambling.
âSam, I canât believe youâre here! Well of course youâre here. I always knew youâd come back! I knew you wanted to come back. I donât know why you left, but I hope you achieved your goal and came back because you missed us. Also Iâm really mad at you but for the sake of time we can discuss that at a later time.â
There it was.
âYou two are close, huh?â You donât notice thereâs a man with curly hair in the room and you raise an eyebrow at Sam
âYeah, very closeâ You say
âSorry, I should introduce you two. (Y/n), this is my boyfriend Richie. Richie, this is (Y/n). MyâŚâ Fuck. Sam couldnât just say you were her best friend after all these years. After she made your life shit, was she even allowed to call you her friend? What if-
âBest friend. Happy to meet you, Richieâ
âLikewiseâ He smiles. Thereâs a pang of a certain emotion in your chest you canât quite place
âWell, Iâll be going now. Feel better soon, Taraâ Richie waves at the younger Carpenter and gives Sam a kiss before he leaves Taraâs hospital room
âDo you know if my friends are visiting soon?â Tara asks you. Sam doesnât know how to feel when she sees Tara treating you more like a sister than her. She knew it was wrong. Sam had no right to be treated like a sister after she just up and left all those years ago
âAmber told me she was getting some of your things from her house. The twins are coming over right now, okay? I think youâll feel better when you see themâ
Sam felt like an alien watching you and Tara talk. Watching you two was like watching everything sheâs missed. Sam missed almost all of Taraâs high school experience. Arguably one of the most important times to have an older sister. She shouldnât have been jealous. She wasnât allowed to be jealous after all she did to you and Tara
âHowâre you feeling right now? Anything I need to tell the doctors?â
âNo, Iâm feeling okayâ
âHey, can I talk to you outside, (Y/n)?â Sam says almost above a whisper
âYeah, of course.â You turn to face Tara as you walk out her room. âSee you in a second, squirt. Donât run awayâ The brunette rolls her eyes at your words
âGuess I owe you all my stuffed animals, huh?â
âYou still remember that?â You raise an eyebrow at the girl
âI do. I owe you an explanation, donât I?â
âAn explanation would be appreciatedâ You werenât mad at Sam per se, just very very very disappointed. Mostly at yourself for letting her leave
âYou remember when I yelled at you that day in middle school? I said I didnât want to talk to you or be your friend anymore? Itâs not an excuse, but I have an explanation.â
You nod along to Samâs story, listening close
âThe night before I yelled at you, I found out my dad wasnât really my dad. I was going through my momâs diaries I found in the attic and it was the worst thing Iâve ever done. I.. I found out I was-â Sam doesnât realize sheâs crying until she chokes on her words and your expression falters. Sam remembers you were always good at comforting people
Sheâd always get bruises and scrapes when she was younger but you were always there to make her feel better. Fuck, she canât remember why she would ever leave you. You were the perfect best friend. Always an inviting smile and open arms that were ready for hugs. The only one that stuck with Sam through whatever happened.
Sam was at her lowest of lows when you picked her up that night during the party. She remembers wondering why sheâd put you so much pain and worry. She smoothed out the wrinkles on your forehead while you were asleep and felt guilty she was probably the cause of them. That night when you picked up Sam from that party and you had your arms wrapped around her, Sam asked herself why she would ever push you away. She loved everything about you. She loved you.
In her drunken state she remembers wanting to fade away into your memory. At least then youâd remember the Sam that played tag with you and not the one that snorted or drank away her pain. It was the same night she decided to leave everything behind. She decided to leave you behind
But Sam was selfish. She wanted you to tell her not to go. To come back into your arms and for you to tell her everything would be okay. That it didnât matter she was the bastard child of a serial killer. It wasnât her fault her dad left. Reassuring her you and Tara would love Sam the same. In a perfect world Sam wouldâve still been Taraâs sister and you wouldâve been her-
âHey, look at me. You donât have to tell me. If this is hurting you so much then I understand why you wanted to run away. What matters is that you came back. Youâre strong for thatâ You pull Sam into your arms, letting her cry into the side of your neck.
Sam didnât have the heart or the voice to tell you it wasnât the story making her cry. She feared her voice would fail her and drive you away again. Sam would tell you why she left later
But right now, Sam was happy to be able to bask in your arms once again.
//-//
âHey, (Y/n)?â
âMhm?â You and Sam were back at your house getting some things Tara wanted
She requested the teddy bear Amber got her for her birthday, a blanket from her bed, and something better than hospital food. You decided to whip up something quick and simple you knew Tara liked. Frozen orange chicken from the store and fried rice
âI think I can tell you about why I left now.â
âAre you sure? Iâm not gonna force you to tell me if it hurts so much to say, Samâ
âNo, you of all people deserve to know. Sometimes I canât believe Iâm the same person that said all those horrible things to you and just never talked to you again without explanation.â
âHey, donât worry about all that. Itâs in the past now and I know youâve changed. I forgive you-â
âNo, (Y/n). You canât forgive me. You canât make excuses for me and talk to me like weâre best friends again when I ignored you because I was mad at myself and- and-â Sam chokes on her words and canât hide it when you glance at her.
âOh, SamâŚâ
âNo, you canât forgive me yet. I betrayed your trust. You canât forgive me.â
âSam, I accepted your apology when I saw you in Taraâs hospital room. Whatever you were going to say, I already knew Iâd forgive you all the same.â
âStop saying that, (Y/n). You donât always have to be nice, you can be mad too.â
âBut itâs true, Sam. If Iâm mad at someone, Iâm mad at myself for not fighting for you harderâ
âHow can you still look at me even when I left you. Years of friendship, all down the drain because I couldnât handle being the bastard child of a serial killer that broke her family apart.â You turn off the heat to your stove, walking over to where Sam was curled into herself and sitting near the bottom of the staircase
Taking a seat next to her, you drape your arm around her shoulders and attempt to get her to rest her head on your shoulder. Sam doesnât let you and fights back.
âSamantha Carpenter, you have been gone for five years. One-thousand eight hundred and twenty-five days, not including leap day. You arenât allowed to push me away again. If you really want to say sorry, you can start by letting me in.â You take on a faux-mad tone and it seems to work
Slowly, the older Carpenter leans into your shoulder with a sigh. She makes herself comfortable and looks at you through her eyelids. It was weird. Five years out of Woodsboro and four years away from you, yet you still opened up your arms like nothings changed. It was odd. You were odd.
âWhatâre you thinking about?â Youâve always had a knack for reading Samâs mind. Whenever she got quiet and her heart looked like it slowed, she was probably thinking
âYou.â
âWhat about me?â
âHow I donât get youâ
âWhat donât you get about me?â
âI havenât talked to you in nine years, I show up unannounced, and youâre still acting like weâre best friends even after all this time. I canât tell if youâre the nicest or weirdest person ever.â
âCanât I be both?â You smile, trying to lighten the mood. You realize it doesnât work when Sam shies away from your gaze
âWell, I can be honest. I think itâs because Iâm selfish.â That makes Sam look at you again so you decide to keep going
âOf course Iâm⌠disappointed you broke up our friendship and you left without telling me and left your sister and I to believe you were never coming back,â The older Carpenter winces at your words but you donât let her stop looking at you. Even as you avoid eye contact and place your gaze somewhere else.
âBut thereâs a part of me that wants everything to go back to normal. I know weâre going to have to talk about it. About us and about why, but right now I think what we need to do is be there for Tara. Sheâs in the hospital after being attacked by a serial killer and the last thing she needs is her older sister and her best friend fighting. We can do all the yelling and crying and screaming later.â
Taking a breath in, you look back at Sam whoâs already looking at you. Iâm makes your heart flutter in a way you donât understand.
âAnd maybe thatâs my excuse. Maybe I never want to cry or yell or scream at you. Maybe Iâm putting off the inevitable because I donât want you to leave again. Maybe Tara is my excuse for not being mad at you. Maybe Iâm holding out hope for someone that doesnât exist anymore. Weâre different people than when we were in middle school. I donât want to cling to a person that doesnât exist anymore yet here I am, clinging to someone that doesnât exist like sheâs my lifeline. But in all honesty, I donât think I could stay mad at you for too long. Even if I tried.â
âOh.â
âYeah.â Thereâs a silence that passes between you two. You canât tell if itâs awkward or comfortable silence. You hope itâs the latter
âDo you get me a little more?â
âWell, not entirely. But I think itâs a step.â
âYeah. Steps are good, arenât they? Keep you healthy.â Sam smiles at your stupid joke.
You don���t miss how Sam still reminds you of looking like one of your old stuffed animals.
âWhat was Tara like?â
âWhat do you mean?â The question catches you off guard. The Carpenter sisters seemed to have that in common
âI missed a lot of her life. What was she like?â
âI donât think sheâs changed a lot. Tara is a sweet girl, sheâs got a good head on her shoulders and a good heart in her body.â
âBut thatâs probably not what youâre asking. Tara was⌠distraught when you left.â You pick your words carefully. âShe ran away from her mom just to tell me you left. She said I deserved to know since I was your best friend. It took a while for her to want to let go of me me. Itâs when I knew I just couldnât let her stay like that foreverâ
You shakily sigh before continuing. Youâd have to acknowledge the elephant in the room eventually and you decided it was going to be now. âI know Iâm not her real sister. I hope youâll forgive me for taking a role that was supposed to-â
âAre you kidding?â Sam quickly cuts you off when she registers what youâre saying. âIf anything, Iâm happy it was you.â The Carpenter lifts her head up from your shoulder to look at you. To really look at you. âI know she has a good person to look up to. Iâm happy you two are close.â
Youâre about to respond when your ringtone goes off. The same ringtone you had in high school. Some Evanescence song you remember religiously listening to in school blasts from your phone. Usually it was Tara who found it embarrassing when you had to answer it in public but this time it was you with the reddened cheeks. Scrambling to find your phone in your pocket, you pull it out to see itâs Tara calling you
âHey squirt. Whatâs up?â
âAre you guys going to hurry up anytime soon? Iâm starvingâ
âYeah weâre leaving just now donât worry about itâ
âOkay but my stomach is currently eating itselfâ
âYouâll live. Iâll see you soon, yeah? Donât go running anywhereâ
âAt least I donât run jokes into the ground until theyâre dead⌠pun not intendedâ
âHah! Proof youâre taking after me whether you like it or notâ
âWhatever, Iâll see you soon. Run red lights if you have toâ
âYou got it, boss. See you soonâ You pocket your phone, getting up from where youâre sitting. Offering Sam your hand, she takes it and you help her up too
âCâmon, our little girlâs hungry. Thatâs something you should know, sheâs got an appetite the size of an elephant and a metabolism as fast as a cheetahâ You smile, putting Taraâs food in a lunchbox you had in a random cabinet somewhere
Sam doesnât trust her voice to do anything but break so she laughs at your comment and you both leave your house
Sam thinks our little girl has a good ring to it.
//-//
âOh my god. Tara? Sam?â You narrowly avoided the police yelling at you to get away and the caution tape that prevented you from coming any closer. What used to be a house that held fond memories had been replaced with one that only caused you worry. You couldnât lose both Tara and Sam. You couldnât lose your favorite girls.
Sam texted you to come over to Amberâs house. That it was a Ghostface emergency and the speed in which you jumped in your car rivaled The Flash himself
â(Y/n)!â Samâs voice. You run to the sound, dodging and weaving through the paramedics and police officers telling you to leave
Sam finds you with bags under your eyes and your hair a mess. It looked like you were in your sleepwear. Even though you were just in a band tee and plaid pajama pants, Sam feels the need to wipe the blood off her face and clothes to look a little presentable. You always had that effect for some reason
âSam.â You breathe a sigh of relief, running into her arms. Your choked sobs reach her ears and itâs the saddest sound sheâs ever heard. Sam squeezes you tighter. Maybe if she did sheâd never want to leave again
âYouâre back and you almost left me again. Donât you know how mad I would be if you died?â Pulling back, you put both of your hands on Samâs cheeks like you did so many years ago. âYou- you-â
âHey, shh⌠Iâm here. Iâm here, sweetie. See? Iâm here and Iâm never leaving again.â Sam leans her forehead against yours, putting your hands around her waist so she could wipe the tears away from your face.
âIâm here, yeah? We won. Theyâre gone now, (Y/n).â
âHowâre you sure?â
âTheyâre dead. Both of the Ghostfaces are dead.â
Sam leans in, awfully close for someone whoâs just your best friend. Your mind instantly goes to her boyfriend. You know whatâs about to happen so you back away, a little weary. The Carpenter furrows her eyebrows looking a little sad, oddly resembling a kicked puppy.
âWhat about Ric-?â
âDonât say his name, itâll ruin your perfect mouthâ Sam cups your cheek, running her face over your bottom lip
You have to fight your body to not get hot at her words and actions. âYeah but- heâs kind of your boyfriend. Where is he?â
âEx-boyfriend actually. Heâs dead, I killed him.â
âOh. Am I right for assuming thatâs a god thing?â
âVery good. He was one of the Ghostfacesâ
âOne of? Whoâs the other?â
âI think Tara should be the one to tell youâ
âWell, I didnât like Richie to begin with. He gave me an odd feelingâ
âOh yeah? Whyâs that?â Sam leans in closer to you, a ghost of a kiss hanging in the air waiting to be taken. Sam smiles against your breath and for a fraction of a second you think your heart has stopped beating.
âHe got to kiss you before I did.â Something snaps in Sam when you kiss her. A craving sheâs always had, a certain desire finally being filled, or maybe even her dreams coming true.
You hold Sam like sheâs about to leave again, pulling her impossibly close. Youâre never letting her go again. Itâs Sam who pulls away first. Sheâs out of breath but you lean in to steal more kisses before she smiles against your lips and itâs an image you never want to forget.
âPlease, you two have to stop doing this.â You whisper, your eyes going wide. âWhereâs Tara?â You pull away from Sam, whipping your head around like itâs going to help you find her quicker
âCâmon, sheâs over here. Be careful, donât squeeze her too hardâ
âIâm going to squeeze that girl until she knows how much I love her.â
âYou might break one of her ribs, darlingâ
âSquirt, youâre alive!â You run to Tara as her head whips in your direction. You can feel tears pool in your eyes once again and youâre okay with letting them go.
â(Y/n), I was so scared. A-Amber she- she tried to kill me.â
âWhat? Amber? Amber as in, your girlfriend?â You say shocked, taking Taraâs face in your hands to look at her
âA-Amber and Richie, they-â
âHow about we tell (Y/n) what happened later? We need to make sure everyone is okay, including ourselves. (Y/n) can wait, right?â
âOh I can wait alright. Iâm the best at waiting. You can tell me about it when youâre feeling betterâ
One of the paramedics call over the Carpenter sisters and by proximity, you tag along. A man is ushering them in an ambulance and youâre also about to hop in before he stops you
âMaâam, Iâm sorry but we canât let you into the ambulance. We donât have enough space.â
âThat is my little girl and that is my girlfriend. I will either be running every single red light, hang on the top of this ambulance, or so forgive me god for what Iâm going to do.â
âO-Of course, Maâam. You can ride in the ambulance.â
âThank you, sir. You made a good decision todayâ You pat his shoulder, taking your seat near Sam. You sling an arm around Samâs shoulders and reach out to hold Taraâs hand.
âGirlfriend, huh?â Tara weakly smiles, looking between you and her sister.
#sam carpenter x reader#samantha carpenter#sam carpenter#scream 5#tara carpenter x reader#tara carpenter#amber freeman#chad meeks martin#mindy meeks martin#richie kirsch#melissa barrera#melissa barrera x reader#sam carpenter x y/n#sam carpenter x female reader#sam carpenter x you
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Hiiii I'm new to your blog :)) I saw it a while back and was recently reminded of your blog, lol!
I really like Noel :> đđ I just wanna smooch him. Just once. (Maybe) (probably not gonna stop at one) but I'm curious what his creation was based off of. Like, did you make him bc you wanted to draw a streamer yandere? Or did a certain scenario cross your mind and thus started his creation.
I hope you're having a good day/night!
(One more smooch for Noel again)
This is a really good question!! If it werenât for this Iâdâve forgot a lot of this stuff lol
I think Iâve always had vague ideas about the 'yandere' trope and how it can be incorporated into our contemporary setting, I guess? I thought it would be interesting if publicity was sth that was leveraged against the victim. Then thereâs also the idea of a universe where yandere-ism is normalised, and I was very into the thought of an influencer that makes content like how to kidnap your first victims, 10 Beginner Mistakes You May Not Know about Blackmailing, lifestyle vlogs about a very very morbid lifestyle etc etc. idk i just think it'd be funny lol.
I actually remembered something about his design as well. Iâve had this very half-baked idea of an OC for a long while, and the only remarkable things about him was that his name was Noel and he had a weird hairstyle. And since i had both of these ideas sitting around, i thought it'd be convenient to just combine them maybe???
ive managed to dig up his ref sheet from like 3-4 years ago and đđđđ the art was SO rough ive touched it up abit or else i can't stand to post them now lol
I donât really remember why his hair was changed but I think i kept the parts of 'unconventional color' + 'pastels'. BUT I do remember that I got the idea for a tri-colored letterman jacket because I saw someone on the street wearing something similar LOL (but it didnât have the same colors as Noelâs one).
and to be completely honest i still kind of like this noel's design a little bit... maybe i'll reuse him again somewhere hah (getting all my mileage out of him fr LOL)
#ask#cupids-dove#noel posting#i think that ref sheet might've been one of the first times i experimented with drawing everything on a single layer#which explains the crust#and my non-existent sense of color
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fic where ftm reader is loganâs gay (re)awakening when he sees r in his 2000 pickup truck blasting old rock in his flannel and jeans and logan just heart eyes and needs to be with this man Immediately.
(i say reawakening bc lets be real hes like 200 he mightve already realized hes a đŹ before but needed like. a reminder)
AAAAAAHHHHHH literally my fav trope ever - i did a similar one to this btw called logan and his hot guy friend - also i made reader a handyman type guy coz funsies
He may be a bit ooc but i ainât sure
i need to get more photos coz i keep reusing them
Old rock and a 2000âs pickup truck? đ
It had been a long long day and Logan was walking home from the job heâd gotten after all that multiverse shit when a 2000âs pickup truck parked at the lights. He walked up next to it and raised an eyebrow as he heard the music. It was old rock or dad rock as Wade would say. He walked past the window and saw you. You were wearing a red flannel and faded blue jeans. Heâd almost forgotten what it was like to like a guy.
He wandered home in a daze, only thinking about you in that pick up truck. Wade asked him if something was wrong and he couldnât even answer. He just mumbled a no and then grabbed a beer. You looked so good in that flannel. He only saw you for a moment but you were his type alright.
A few days later, he took the same route home, hoping heâd see you and he did. You were parked this time with tools in the backseat. Against his better judgement, he walked up to your window and tapped on it. And against your better judgement, you rolled the window down and smiled at him.
âYour truck is a beauty,â he said with a smile.
âThanks, I fixed her up myself,â you said back before patting the dashboard lovingly.
Logan took a glance at the tools in the back of your truck and chuckled to himself. âYou a handyman?â
You nodded. âGuilty as charged. You needing something fixed?â
He chuckled. âWell now that I think of it, weâve had a dodgy tap recently, my roommate and I.â
You chuckled and nodded. âI could drop by and see if itâs an easy fix?â
âYeah, thatâd be great, bub. We just live in the top apartment at the building with the blue door just over there so feel free to drop by whenever.â
You nodded and smiled again. âWell I gotta be off. Iâll drop by tomorrow.â
Logan smiled and waved as you drove off. He pumped his fist in the air, mimicking Wade, and grinned. Hell yeah, he was gonna get to see you again.
He walked back to the apartment and this time, he grabbed a beer and joined Wade on the couch. âYou gotta skedaddle tomorrow so go work or something,â was all he said to Wade before the soccer game started.
The next day, Logan stayed home and made sure Wade was out the door by 8. The clock struck 10 and you knocked on the door like well⌠clockwork. He quickly opened the door and let you in.
âHey, youâre here,â he smiled, âwasnât sure if youâd turn up.â
You smiled and held up your bag. âWell I like getting paid.â
âAnd I like getting my tap fixed.â
You got to work and soon enough, youâd found the problem. You fixed it and when you stood up, Logan was standing in the doorway. He had a grin on his face and a beer in each hand. You hadnât noticed how hot he was before but now he was standing there, wearing a white singlet and a brown flannel and looking super duper hot.
âThat for me?â
He nodded and handed it over. ���For a job well done, bub. And Iâll pay you as well of course.â
The two of you sat down and both had a beer. A bit after Logan finished his, he grabbed the money and handed it over. You stood up and contemplated leaving before turning back to him and chuckling awkwardly.
âYou seeing anyone?â
Logan smiled and shook his head. âThought youâd never ask, bub.â
You sat back down and leaned towards him, a smile on your lips. âWould you want to be seeing someone?â
âIs that someone you because I would love to be seeing you,â he said with a smirk as he leaned towards you.
When you leaned backwards and stretched, your shirt rode up and he saw your binder. He nodded to himself and leaned in a bit closer. âHavenât dated a guy in a while so you wanna break me in again? We could listen to some rock?â
You chuckled and licked your lips before standing up and pulling your chair to next to him. You sat back down and shamelessly grabbed ahold of his hand and ran your fingers over it. âAbsolutely, handsome.â
#im sticking to the writing short stuff coz otherwise it takes me months to get stuff out#stormy writes things#x reader#x m!reader#x male reader#logan howlett x male reader#wolverine x male reader#logan howlett x trans male reader#wolverine x trans male reader#wolverine x ftm!reader#logan howlett x ftm!reader
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â§.* must love dogs; csc one shot.
â§.* synopsis: after a breakup (three years ago) your friend finally attempts to get you back on the saddle by creating you a dating profile despite your protesting, hooking you up on dates with some of the eligible bachelors of their choice, none of which impressed you. until one day you met the boy with the dog.
part of my seventeen movie series.
paring: seungcheol x reader (y/n uses she/her pronouns.)
genre/s: fluff, strangers2lovers
warning/s: alcohol mentions, swearing, cigarette mentions, swearing, some pg-13 jokes.
word count: 3.7k
note: im notorious atp for not editing, pls. I hope you enjoy my lil must love dogs inspired fic, its one of my fav movies!! xo.
âSo how was bachelor number five?âÂ
With a roll of your eyes, you gazed at your friend Seungkwan resting his feet on top of your shared glass coffee table, ticking the tip of the city guide book and magazines rested on top.Â
âBoring. He was nice or whatever, good looking, but he wouldnât shut up about league of legends and his job. Other than that he asked me no questions about myself or what I do. A failure as most would call it.âÂ
âSo I take it you wouldnât want to go out with him again?âÂ
âGod, whatever gave you that impression? I thought you could tell we were headed for marriage?âÂ
âHey. Iâm doing you a very nice thing, you donât have to be so sarcastic about it.âÂ
âLook, I know. But just because Jun is getting married and I still havenât moved on doesnât mean I need to be dating all of the sudden.âÂ
The boy patted the seat next to him. Scooching over from his spot, making room for you on the couch.Â
â Itâs been nearly three years since you ended it with him. At least fuck someone before you dry up.âÂ
âThatâs fucking gross and what vibrators are for.âÂ
A small scream left your friend's mouth as he covered his ears trying to remove what he had just heard coming out of your mouth.Â
âY/n his wedding is in two months, we need to find someone to bring thatâs not me. You donât want to feel the embarrassment of his pity party and everyone feeling sorry for you.âÂ
âWhy canât you just be my date?âÂ
âToo obvious. Plus your whole family will be there, just do it or you know your parents will be in your case again. This â secret manâ youâve been seeing doesnât exist and I think your Mom is starting to catch on.âÂ
He was right. Your parents come from a high status, as do your ex boyfriends, they were the reason you both had met and became friends in the first place. But, when your relationship ended you lied to them, it was working well until you got a call from your very upset mother telling you Jun showed up to your house with his family and a girl on his arm that wasnât you.Â
âOkay, then why canât I choose my own date?âÂ
âThe men you chose to quote on quote date are literally disturbing, Iâm sorry but itâs the truth. Like that one dude you brought here last time? Whatever the fuck his name was literally was wearing a necklace vial of his own blood and claimed drinking your own urine and reusing water is the only way we can save the planet.âÂ
âOkay, but he was nice.âÂ
âHe literally didnât flush the toilet because he only went number one. Thatâs fucked, no.âÂ
âCan I at least, like at the very least have some approval over the men you match me with then?âÂ
âMaybe.âÂ
â Kwanie, please. Come on, donât make me use the what goes around card, itâs my turnâÂ
âNo, it's absolutely my turn.âÂ
âNot true, you wasted it two months ago when I had to bail you out of that strange house party orgy thing by saying your dog died and coming in crying to a bunch of naked strangers. You owe me.âÂ
âValid.âÂ
âHow did you not realize what that party was anyway?âÂ
âThis is not currently about my life failures, but yours my beautiful friend.âÂ
Laughing at Seungkwan's major mishap, you forgot to greet your dog, Lucky. She was waiting and crying at your feet, finally waking up from her sweet slumber to greet you.Â
âHello my baby, do we have to go outside?âÂ
âShe went for a walk this afternoon, but after her dinner she crashed so she probably wants a walk. I can go if you want to change or shower.âÂ
âNo itâs alright, I can take her, you're already in your pjâs and after my date I need a distress, want anything from the mart?âÂ
âIce cream?âÂ
With a small nod you jumped up, taking the small curly creature in your arms and grabbing her harness before heading back outside into the warm spring air.Â
Ten minutes into your evening stroll, you decided to sit on the green wooden bench overlooking the water, the same bench your grandmother always spoke about when you asked her the same story about how she and your grandfather got engaged. The gold plaque with their names rubbing off sitting behind your back.Â
Suddenly you heard a man yelling from behind you, running through the green grass lit up with fluorescent lights.Â
âHey, Kkuma, no come back.âÂ
A small white dog came up behind Lucky sniffing her and starting to play, you noticed her cute hairclip and ran your hands through her fur.Â
âGod, Iâm sorry. She normally doesnât run off like that.âÂ
âItâs okay my dog lov-âÂ
As you turned around to look into the round eyes of the owner, you were stunned with how beautiful he was.Â
His dark hair pushed under a cap, a white t-shirt too big for his frame sitting beautifully in his toned shoulders, and his red sweatpants matching his shoes.Â
The unfamiliar man was bending down now petting your precious pet and his own at the same time talking to them in sweet baby voices.Â
âThis is Kkuma by the way, and you are?âÂ
âY/NâÂ
âHi y/n, youâre so cute, you and kkuma can be best friends if your mom lets you.â
You let out a roaring laugh realizing he thought you had introduced your pet and not yourself.
âOh sorry, did I say something wrong?â
âNo, no. Itâs just Iâm y/n this is Lucky sorry my fault.âÂ
âOh god, cool. Sorry Lucky, Iâm Seungcheol. You can call me Cheol and this is Kkuma.âÂ
âNice to meet you Cheol and Kkuma.âÂ
âYou too. Look I know I just met you and all, but Iâm new to the area. I was wondering if youâd want to get coffee and let the girls hangout sometime?âÂ
âOh. Yeah, of course. Let me give you my number.âÂ
Seungcheol handed you his cell phone with a new contact page pulled up giving you full reign to type your name and number into his list.Â
Handing the device back to him your fingers touched, creating an electric shock, to not like you to believe in signs, but for some reason it felt like the universe trying to tell you something.Â
âThank you, Iâve actually got to get going, but if you're free tomorrow would you want to grab coffee and hangout at the dog park?âÂ
âYeah, totally. Just text me a time, we can just meet here. What kind of coffee do you drink? Thereâs a good spot by my apartment. I can just pick it up for us.âÂ
âWow, thatâs so nice of you. Just a black americano is cool or a cold brew whichever.â
âNo fun I see.â
âHow would you know that? Just because I donât like sugary drinks doesnât mean I canât have fun.âÂ
âI donât know, we will see.âÂ
âWe will. Iâll catch you tomorrow girls.âÂ
âNice to meet you.âÂ
âYou too!âÂ
Seungcheol left the same way he came running through the grass with Kkuma on his heels, following him all the way back to their home.Â
Strolling back down the pathway back to your apartment, you could help but feel butterflies in your stomach, you knew nothing about the man you just met other than his name and his cute dog, but there was a lot of unknown.Â
Smiling like a Cheshire Cat, you unlocked the front door and watched Lucky sprint back into Seungkwan lounging on the couch, eating for the ice cream you had forgotten.Â
âWhereâs the snacks? Also why are you smiling like an idiot youâre freaking me out.âÂ
âWe met a guy with his dog, a very cute guy might I add, who actually asked for my number and wants to get coffee tomorrow.âÂ
â What the fuck, itâs late tell me he doesnât live in the park?âÂ
âNo he said he just moved to the area, he was clearly not a park dweller he had keys, and smelt amazing actually.â
âSmelling strangers? A new low even for youâ
âOh my god, fuck off.âÂ
Seungkwan pulled his phone out and opened various social media apps preparing himself for best friend stalking duties.Â
âWhatâs his name?â
âSeungcheol, not sure about his last name, but he goes by Cheol and his dog was Kkuma.âÂ
âGreat.. okay, found him I assume?â
âWhat the fuck, how? Let me see.â
âEager arenât we?â
âFuck off?âÂ
Grabbing Seungkwan's phone from his grip, you scroll quickly through the new faces' social media.
âYeah, itâs him.âÂ
âOkay, let me see. Wait, he's actually hot AND seems to have his own business?âÂ
âOh my god.â
âHere, lookâÂ
After the next few hours, you and your friend stumble on into your separate rooms preparing yourself for slumber, which never seems to reach you and before you know it dawn is creeping its way through your curtains, and your backup preparing yourself for a day with you and Lucky's new friends.Â
Something about your energy was excitable and nearing frantic, you could wait to step outside into the fresh air with your pocket sized princess at your side, but it was still early.Â
You had decided on pampering yourself for this morning, finding the need to make yourself up, you spread on your skin care with glee, drew perfect lines of eyeliner and strained your hair, pulling it up into a nice tight ponytail the hair tie matching the taupe tone of your sweat suit perfectly. Before you knew it it was 9:45 a perfect time for you and Lucky to step outside the door.Â
Placing her in her tote bag, you stepped inside of your favorite coffee shop, the light pink walls covered in photos and paintings, the smell of the espresso seemed sweeter.Â
âMorning, y/n you look beautiful today. Would you like the usual?â
âThank you, for me, yes. But can I also get a large americano, just black and he didnât tell me iced or hot, so iced is good I think? Or maybe hot with a cup of ice on the side? If thatâs okay?âÂ
âHe? Did you finally start dating someone?âÂ
âOh no, just a friend of mine. Seungkwan told you shit about me didnât he?âÂ
âYes. Sorry.â Â
âNo worries, can I actually get two of the plain croissants and two of the flower dog cookies too?âÂ
âNo problem, itâll be right out.âÂ
âThank you.âÂ
Taking a seat next to the pick up counter you scrolled through the instagram of the boy youâre meant to be meeting, telling yourself itâs just to remember his face, but really it was to get a peek into what else heâs into or if he was single.Â
âY/NâÂ
âOh shit, sorry. Thank you guys, see you tomorrow.âÂ
Picking up the paper coffee carrier and pastry bag, you waved goodbye to the baristas and briskly walked back to the bench you were at yesterday, your bench, spotting the back of Seungcheolâs head watching the water with his dog.Â
âHey. Sorry Iâm late.âÂ
âOh, no problem. I just got here.âÂ
Placing your items down on the bench, you freed her bag and greeted Kkuma alongside her before taking your seat.Â
âHereâs your coffee, I wasnât sure if you wanted hot or iced so I got you a cup of ice too just in case, a croissant, and a little treat for your girl too.âÂ
âWow thank you so much, hot is fine actually. How are you?âÂ
âGood, nervous. I mean itâs not every day you meet a stranger for coffee.âÂ
Seungcheol laughed, tipping his head back slightly before taking a bite of his pastry.Â
âSorry. I know itâs weird, you just seemed like someone I wanted to get to know, and Kkuma liked you so I figured youâre good people.âÂ
âWell, thank you. You too. Lucky generally does not like men other than my friend Seungkwan, my dad, and my ex-boyfriend so consider yourself special.â
âI do.â
âSo what brought you to this neighborhood? Work, a relationship?â
âNo relationship, but actually my business partner is from here. We decided to open our warehouse and stuff here because itâs much better than doing it in the city. We have a spirit company and weâre planning on opening a brewery and bar, so thatâs why Iâve been working late nights. I guess it served me well, I made a friend on my first day.â
âYouâve only been here for a full day? What the hell? You already know the best spot in town. What kind of stuff do you guys make?â
âBeer and soju mainly, weâve been working on it for five years now and are finally at a spot to open up and start selling it to people, which is cool. But what about you? What do you do?âÂ
âIâm a medical student actually, my parents are both doctors, I used to really want to be one too, but I donât know, I donât really have the same passion for it as I used to.â
âWell what would you do if you had the choice?â
âI always wanted to design stuff for dogs, start a rescue, anything like that. I got so happy seeing Kkuma as an accessory girl.â
âYeah, sheâs very stylish. I think you should go for it, you know? Why waste time becoming something for someone else and risk being unhappy just for their sake?â
âHonestly I wouldnât even know how to start a business on my own, let alone tell my parents.â
âHey, I didnât either and look where itâs gotten me.â
You turned back to the water, staring into the calm blue waters, trying not to go into your own head.Â
âYouâre oddly inspiring, Iâll give you that much.â
âThank you, y/n. Youâre oddly sassy, Iâll give you that.â
âShut up, Iâm not.â
âYou already tried to clock me by saying Iâm no fun because I drink black coffee and you said oddly inspiring like a back handed compliment. You definitely are, but I like it.Â
âGood.â
You had continued your twice weekly hangouts with Kkuma and her dad for two weeks now, getting excited whenever the days roll around to see the two of them again, but you havenât hung out once without them around, which made you wonder if your friendship or crush rather on this boy was only due to your dogs being friends themselves.Â
Seungkwan tried setting you up on more and more dates with more and more duds, he was starting to lose hope himself, knowing that the one person he could set you up with was Seungcheol but he didnât want to overstep.Â
Strolling home from another failed connection, you decide to stop and have a beer before going home to give the dirty details to Seungkwan about who you had just met.Â
Pulling open the tab of one of your drinks from your six pack, you took a deep breath and sat down, feeling your eyes welling up with tears.Â
Another can opened as you went to take the first sip. A hand comes on your shoulders, whispering a boo in your ears.Â
âWhat the fuck!âÂ
Jumping up from your seat the hand on your shoulder belonged to Seungcheol, the look in his eyes went from happy to concerned as he saw the small streaks of tears on your cheeks, you top now dribbled with spots of beer.Â
âIâm so sorry, are you okay?â
âYeah, Iâm good. Want a beer?â
âSure, thanks. Iâm sorry I scared you, I thought you heard me behind you.â
âItâs alright, I was in my own world anyway. You look nice, where are you headed?â
âSoft opening for my bar actually, I texted you, but I figured you didnât respond because you were busy.â
âOh my god, Iâm so sorry, I wouldâve loved to come. I was a bit preoccupied on an awful fucking date.â
âThat bad, huh?â
âWorse.â
âWell the good news is you technically didnât miss it, it doesnât start for another twenty minutes and youâre dressed very nice. It worked out.Â
âFuck I wish I paid more attention, I couldâve got you some flowers or something.â
âNext time. Will your roommate be alright taking care of Lucky?â
âYeah of course, he knew I would be out tonight. Iâll text him just to be sure.â
âCheers to hanging out without our kids?â
âDefinitely.â
With that suddenly your awful night and doubts about your relationship with the raven haired boy went out the window.Â
âShall we?â
âWe shall.âÂ
Seungcheol lent his arm out for you to wrap your own around, and you both stayed out that way for a few moments, before discarding your cans and walking the way to his new venture.Â
âHere it is, you ready?â
âWhen you told me you were opening this up I thought you hadnât even started? But it looks like itâs fully ready.âÂ
âAh, well we had planned to wait a bit, but weâre getting too antsy, so here we are.â
âItâs beautiful, holy shit.âÂ
âThanks, sit here, Iâll be right back.â
You took a seat on the green leather booth, looking around and taking in the ambiance of the custom lighting and ribbon like wallpaper, when a blonde gentleman walked over sitting down across from you.Â
âY/n? Right?â
âYeah, nice to meet youâŚâ
âJeonghan, Iâm Cheolâs business partner.â
âJeonghan, right. Nice to finally meet you, Iâve heard a lot.â
âLikewise, youâre so much prettier than Cheol let on actually.â
âOh?â
Without a chance to interrogate the new face further Seungcheol walked back over to your table, setting down a few bottles of various spirits for you to try, including a couple of cocktails.Â
âHe didnât scare you too much did he?â
âNot at all, he was just telling me actually how much prettier I am than you alluded to.â
âJeonghan, donât do that to her, come on. You know very well I told you she was pretty, I even showed you her instagram, you agreed.â
âI know, I just wanted to make you tell her yourself and my job is done, see you around y/n.â
âNice to meet you.â
As Jeonghan left the table you felt your cheeks growing with heat, unsure if it was the alcohol or the fact that Seungcheols friend made him confess he thought you were good looking.Â
âSorry about him, heâs a menace.â
âNo need to be sorry, I have my own menace at home and I donât mean my dog.â
Seungcheol laughed, pouring you a shot of his very own soju to taste, filling with anticipation hoping you enjoy the drink heâs serving you, looking for your approval became a big part of his mind lately.Â
Lifting your glass up to his and clinking them together, the liquor poured down the back of your throat filling your mouth with sweetness and warmth.Â
âHoly shit.â
âGood holy shit or bad holy shit?â
âNo, very good. Thatâs actually delicious. Itâs so clean and fresh.â
âThat makes me so happy to hear.â
âIâm happy youâre happy.â
âOkay, beer next. This is just a standard sour, some lime and sea salt, sort of beach vibes.âÂ
âSounds amazing, okay.â
Tipping your head back you sipped at the foamy top of the glass, savoring the flavors in your mouth.Â
âI hate you so much.â
âWhat? Why?â
âSeungcheol, you're way too humble when you talk about your business, this shit is amazing. I said I hate you because Iâm going to crave this shit and Iâll have to see you all the time.âÂ
âI thought you liked seeing me all the time?â
âYouâre okay.â
âI have to say itâs cool to be here with you without the dogs, not that they distract too much, but they definitely take away giving you my full attention.â
âI mean how could they not, theyâre cute as fuck,â
âSo are you.â
âWow, two drinks in Cheol and youâre already calling me cute? I wonder what else youâll say the more you drink?"
âTechnically weâre four drinks in, but I guess I remember the time I spent with you more than you do. Did those drinks on the bench mean nothing to you?â
âOh fuck, I did forget. I guess technically Iâm five drinks in then, catch up, bitch.â
You and Seungcheol spent the rest of the night being greeted by his friends, most of them already assuming who you were, letting you know that Seungcheol talks about you more than you realized.Â
Feeling your blood alcohol content rising, you decided to take a step outside and refresh.Â
The bell of the door opened up behind you, putting you face to face with his cherry lips once again, watching them light up a hand rolled cigarette to his lips.Â
âDoing okay?â
âYeah, just wanted to step out for a second. Are you good?â
âVery. Want a cig?â
âNo, Iâm good for now. Ask me again later.âÂ
âSo will there be a later? Youâre not ditching me now?â
âIâd never do that.â
âSo, y/n does this maybe get me a chance to take you on a date? Iâm kind of drunk so Iâm feeling oddly bold.âÂ
âIs this not sort of a date?â
âI was hoping you thought so. Is that a yes?â
âAbsolutely. I thought youâd never ask.â
âBefore we go on our date though, y/n. I have one final question?âÂ
âYes?âÂ
âDo you still think Iâm boring?âÂ
âA little.âÂ
Seungcheol grabbed your waist and spun you around, causing his perfectly rolled tobacco to fall on the sidewalk.Â
Blissfully you were giggling and laughing under the red led lights of his bar.Â
âTake it back.âÂ
âNope.âÂ
âPlease.âÂ
You looked into his puppy dog eyes and did something out of your comfort zone. Wrapped your hands loosely around his neck, placing a deepened kiss onto his lips.Â
His mouth tasted of cigarettes and salt with a hint of vanilla from the lip balm he always had on him.Â
âIs that a good âsorry I called you boringâ kiss?âÂ
âItâll do for now.âÂ
âGood. Theyâll be more where that came from.âÂ
âPromise?âÂ
âPinky promise.âÂ
You and Seungcheol unwrap from each other, finding Jeonghan standing and cheering in the window watching the two of you.Â
âCanât believe I got a hot date and a sister for Kkuma all in one.âÂ
âYou lucky dog.âÂ
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could you do dangonronpa v3 cast x reader where the reader gives them a love note and when they give it to them they run away
i love this idea !! ofc i can do it ŕ´Śŕľŕ´Śŕ´ż ËÍĚęłËÍĚ )
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â. ŕżŕż drv3 cast reacts to being given a love letter
type | react , reader insert , love confessions , cute , no killing game
author's note* just testing out a (slightly) different format for my posts. feedback is appreciated and welcomed !! thank you
shuichi saihara âĽď¸
he thinks he knows what it is , but wants to check with them to see if he's correct in his assumption. they've completely disappeared so now he can't :( he tries to hide his excitement. he's opening the letter awkwardly, doing his best to ignore the shakiness of his hands. he reads the letter to himself, in his head. his calm expression from before changes into a soft smile while he spends the rest of his day reading it over and over. he'll need some time to think about what he's going to say to them in response...
rantaro amami âĽď¸
"oh? is this for....me?" he's seen that they've already ran off, leaving him all alone with this letter. he opens it , careful to not tear the envelope too much (he'll probs reuse to send a postcard later on) he's kind of flustered upon reading it at first, but as he reads on, he gets happy. he feels himself become warm. it's a nice type of warm. he basks in the feeling while he thinks of what he could possibly say in response to their love note đ
kiibo âĽď¸
he's legit so happy. he's never gotten a love letter before, so imagine his surprise when they slip one into his hands and run away. he's kind of sad that they ran before he had a chance to speak with them, tell them about how much he appreciates it. nevertheless, he reads it. then reads it again, and again. and oh how excited he is to make one in response telling them exactly how he feels!
korekiyo shinguji âĽď¸
it's a new, and rather exciting thing for kiyo to receive this letter. he doesn't think of them rude to just run off after handing it ovee to him, instead adding to their mystique. perhaps, they just wanted him to take the contents of their letter all in, all by himself. either way, he reads it and holds it close to his chest. by dawn, he will have his response. he just needs to have a long brainstorm about what he's going to say
kaito momota âĽď¸
kaito is shouting at them to come back so he can read and react to it with them still there. but alas, they still leave and kaito is left with nothing but an envelope and some mixed feelings. he decides to open it in his room. when he does read the note, he's yelling excitedly, dancing in place with the note still in hand. he only stopped when he realized he needs to think of a response ASAP so he can tell him how feels by tomorrow
gonta gokuhara âĽď¸
gonta wants to thank them for the letter, but they've already taken off. he frowns but opens the letter right away anyway. his frown only turns into a smile the more he reads. he feels appreciated more than anything. he begins writing a letter of his own right away!
ryoma hoshi âĽď¸
ryoma, although confused, doesn't mind so much that they suddenly took off. his focus is on tentatively taking the note out of the envelope so it doesn't tear. he begins to read it. he pulls his beanie down to hide his face, and starts to walk off as well. he really hopes nobody saw how red he turned. he's going to be thinking about this for the rest of the week. after he feels less embarrassed, then he'll respond.
kokichi ouma âĽď¸
he lowkey wants to start chasing them just to mess with them but decides not to. he needs to get this envelope open straight away! he tears it open the same way a kid would tear open a gift on christmas morning. in all honestly, he thought it would be some prank...so when it turned out to be a genuine love note from them. he didn't really know what to say or do. he'll most likely tease them about how quickly they ran off, not really knowing of any other way to confront them about this
kaede akamatsu âĽď¸
she tries thanking them for their letter right then and there, but they run off while she's doing so. she kind of just shrugs it off and gets to opening up the envelope. she's like :o as soon as she sees what's inside. she thinks their note is totally cute! and she *needs* them to know it, too. she's on her way to tell them about how she feels.
tsumugi shirogane âĽď¸
"oh dear...." she sighs, watching them run away from her. the anticipation of what could possibly be waiting for her in this letter is killing her so she gets it open soon after they leave.
on the outside she's a blushing mess but inside she's an even bigger mess. she's happy that they took the time to write this note but also kind of lost on what she's going to say in response...she's never received something like this before
miu iruma âĽď¸
at first, she's kind of laughing because of how fast they ran away. she thinks they're a bit of a scaredy cat even though she would probably do the same thing đ¤ her cockiness gets shut down quick as soon as she reads what is on the note. she genuinely stunned , and she stays like that for the rest of the day. the girl genius' brain can only work so hard. she sleeps on what her response is going to be and writes it the following morning.
angie yonaga âĽď¸
doesn't mind too much that they ran off as soon as they slipped her the note. she waits until after she's prayed to open it up. she reads it happily and then begins to doodle a response on the back of the note, fully planning to give it to them the next day. she wants to see their reaction.
maki harukawa âĽď¸
was about to ask them what the note is about before they ran off but it was too late. she's skeptic on what's inside so she hesitantly opens it up. she reads it over, becoming half anxious, half flustered. she touches her hair to calm her nerves. she gives another read so she's certain that all she read wasn't just her eyes playing tricks on her. later, that same day, maki sits down to write a very formal response to them.
tenko chabashira âĽď¸
she doesn't know why exactly they just handed this letter over to her and ran, but she's yelling out a 'THANK YOU!" for it. the more she reads , the more she gets excited. she doesn't care about how loud she's getting because her focus is all on the contents of the note. she's going to punch something out of pure excitement!! she's going to make her response as if it was an emergency.
himiko yumeno âĽď¸
as she watches them run away, she asks: "nyeh? why me?" after some time of debating whether or not she should read the note, she does. she feels herself getting embarrasingly flustered. she is a little surprised though considering she didn't need to cast a love spell on anyone to receive a note like this this time.
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a/n: welcome to day 4!! this was so fun to write (i want CATS.) hope you guys like this one <3
word count: 796 contents: junhui x gn!reader , established relationship , THEY HAVE A CAT , felt like that had to be mentioned , she's named mala (as in malatang) , decorating the house , fluff , christmas fun
"that's the last of them," junhui heaves a sigh, placing the last box of christmas decorations on the floor. it was only ten in the morning, but you had a busy day ahead in front of you.
both junhui and you had a free weekend with no work obligations, which only meant one thing: decorating for christmas.
"thank you, junnie," you kiss his cheek for all his hard-work of fetching boxes of christmas decorations from the loft. just then, mala, your adorable cat, strides into the room, looking at all the boxes on the floor.
"hi baby," you coo, picking her up from the floor. "you wanna help us decorate today?"
she lets out a noncommittal meow and leaps out of your arms, probably heading to the kitchen to bathe in the sunlight coming in through the window.
"alright, we should start with streamers first," you turn to face junhui, and he nods. "i'll get the ladder in here."
you smile contentedly when junhui leaves the room again.
today was going to be fun.
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"i vote for the cat streamers," junhui repeats, and you sigh exasperatedly.
"but it's not even christmas themed!" you argue, up from where you'r standing on the last steps of the ladder. for the last ten minutes, junhui and you had been debating over which of the streamers to hang. while your choice were the holly-designed ones, junhui stood by the tiny cat streamers he had bought from china.
"but it's us-themed, babe," junhui pouts, and you can't argue much with that pout anyway.
"fine, but i get to pick the lights."
after almost two hours of hanging the streamers all around the living room, and making sure they were perfectly aligned, you pick your favorite lights: LED string lights with snowflakes on them.
it was junhui's turn to get up on the ladder and hang up the lights, your arms already tired from the streamers. once he's done, he joins you back on the ground, and the both of you look around the living room.
"it's perfect," you both say in unison.
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the next task is the christmas tree. buying a real tree for your modest apartment wasn't the best idea, so you had just bought a fake tree years ago, which kept getting reused every year.
you drag it out of the storage room, taking off the plastic cover you wrapped it in, when you see junhui crouched on the floor of the living room, intently taking pictures of...
...mala sleeping on top of the boxes of decorations.
you grin to yourself at the wholesome moment, but decide to interrupt it soon enough.
"mala, no napping in the afternoon," you chide, gently shoving her off the box. she lets out what seems to be a whine and runs over to junhui, curling up in his arms.
"aw, don't be so mean to her, y/n," junhui coos, stroking the underside of mala's chin. "she's just a sleepy baby."
"yeah, a sleepy baby who naps all day and stays up at night," you scoff. "last time she stayed away, she ripped my favorite blanket into shreds!"
mala lets out an indignant meow, looking up at junhui, as if waiting for him to defend her.
"you've spoiled her," you roll your eyes affectionately at the sight of junhui babbling at mala.
"what can i say? not my fault she likes her dad more than she likes her mom," junhui teases you, and you throw a plastic candy cane ornament at him.
after a while of playing around with mala (she came to you for some cuddles too,) you start on decorating the tree.
junhui takes one half, and you take the other, the both of you reaching for the ornaments you like and hanging them on the branches of the tree.
it takes a while for you two to finish, because when you look out of the window, the sun is already setting.
"you done?" you lean to the side to face junhui, who nods at you. you crawl over to his side and see how he's strategically placed each ornament.
"it's beautiful, baby," you compliment him, and junhui presses a kiss to your forehead.
"yeah, sure is," he mutters, and you turn your head to the side to find him staring at you. you shove at his chest playfully. "you're so cheesy!"
"you love it," junhui adds on, and you don't really have a defense for that.
(junhui watches fondly as you place the star on top of the tree, your eyes twinkling with excitement as the tree and the lights in the house are lit up.
but, he finds that nothing is brighter than your smile whenever you pass by the tree, or the cat streamers hanging in your living room.)
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Easter Celebrations - Billy Hargrove
Billy x Fem!reader
Warnings: religion is mentioned if that is a warning?
Word count: 648
Summary: Billyâs family doesnât really do holidayâs. Not like most families at least. So why not join in and see how his girlfriends family celebrates them. He was invited after all.
Authors Note: Donât ask me why pretty much all my holiday imagines end up being âBilly Hargroveâ imagines. Because I donât know why it ends up that way. I think itâs because the character just ends up working perfectly for my idea of the story.
P.S - Easter is a religious holiday so if thatâs a warning them there you go. Warned, but I only really mention that they go to church not any views or etcâŚ
 Also to those who celebrate it Happy Easter!
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âIâm so glad you came.â Y/n smiled at Billy as she opened the front door to let him in.
âI wanted to see how you do Easter. Iâm sure itâs a hell of a lot different than how itâs been done in my family.â BIlly shrugged putting his hands in his pockets as he entered her home.
âWell, my little sister isnât up yet. So no eggs have been hunted, and no basketâs touched.â Y/n told him excitedly, closing the door behind him, pulling him into the living room. âMom made you a basket too.â
Billy looked at her in shock. âShe didn't have to do that.â
âShe wanted to.â Y/n smiled reassuring him that it was okay, Y/n reached out for his hand and squeezed. And it did.
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âSo howâs Easter so far?â Y/n asked, nudging him with her arm as they sat next to each other on the couch.
âIâm shockingly enjoying it.â Billy smiled at her. He was enjoying it, more than he thought he would. Watching Y/n help her little sister hunt for eggâs and they even did eggâs filled with treats for the dogâs. Her mom was even nice enough to put together a basket for him like Y/n said. Filled with different chocolates and some other stuff.
âIâm glad.â Y/n nodded with a smile also on her face.
âBilly, hunny. Weâre going to church in an hour for Easter service. You can stay here if you want. Catch up on some sleep Iâm sure.â Y/nâs mom offered not wanting to force the young man to join them.
âActuallyâŚâ Billy stopped Y/n from getting up from the couch and her mom from leaving he says with hopeful eyes. He actually wanted to go, he hadnât been since his mom was around. Hence the necklace. âIâd like to join you all. If thatâs ok.â
Y/n turned to look at him, trying not to show her shock. âOf course it is baby.â
âGreat. We leave soon.â Y/m/n sent a smile the boys way before going to finish getting ready and help her younger child and their cousins as well.
âAre you ok?â Y/n asked once they headed up to her room for some privacy.
âYeah. Yeah, why wouldnât I be?â Billy nodded, not sure why it seemed to be a big deal.
Y/n shook her head side to side not wanting him to think she didnât want him to come. âJust checking. I mean, have you ever been to church before?â
Billy thought for a moment but he trusted Y/n. So maybe he should share a little more of himself with her. She knew more than most people anyway.
âBack with my mom. When I was younger. I remember what I learned there. Itâs always stuck with me.â Billy told her thinking back on his childhood, the few good memories he has.
âDoes that have to do with the pendant?â Y/n asked curious since he was in a sharing mood. Moving across the room to stand in front of him as he currently sits on her bed.
âYeah. It was my momâs, she gave it to me. It always reminds me of her, and that one day I might see her again⌠Thank you. For inviting me to celebrate Easter with you and your family.â Billy explained, resting his hands on her hips as she played with the pendant around his neck.
âBilly, youâre part of my family. Iâm glad you enjoyed it.â Y/n smiled happily running her hands over his shoulders.
âIâll always enjoy every day of any life as long as you're in it.â He stated pulling her to fall on top of him laying back on her bed, and the two started to passionately make out. After all, they had some time before church.
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â sticker frenzy
ę°Â summaryÂ ęą living together requires a lot of adjustments and a messy journaling addiction. yuki ishikawa does his best to help you sort out your stickers and pens because it helps him, too. but one day, he wants a change in routine.
ę°Â genre ęąÂ fluff ę°Â pairing ęąÂ | ishikawa yuki/female-identifying reader ę°Â w.c. ęąÂ 1,811 ę°Â publishedÂ ęą september 8, 2024
To be neat was the optimal way of living, according to Yuki. On top of never-ending schedules, he wanted to be in control of everything; for example, his apartment, an abode of safety and security, had to be the neatest out of everything he could take hold of. Initially, he thought he could stick to this routine for a long time. When he meant a long time, he thought years, decades, the end of time even.
Then you came along like tornadoes in spring, with boxes full of journaling materials and whatnot, placing them in empty tables, dark corners, and unseen crevices.
âDo you need all of this? Canât you just use one pen? And a single notebook for all your thoughts?â were the first lines of ammunition he shot towards you when the both of you were adjusting to living with each other. He was rather confrontational about the whole thing and it was no surpriseâafter all, inviting a woman to live with him was a considerable change in his routine, but the mess was less tolerable than he had hoped.
So, while Yuki was your lover, he also became your personal Marie Kondo. He would always show an item you owned, wave it around, and ask if you would keep it. You would throw it away or sell it, more often than not.Â
Then began months of civil negotiations. Do you need that many fountain pens? You sold some of them away. Do you need that much parchment paper? You placed them in a box, and all of them were sorted out by thickness. Canât you paint somewhere else? You bought a large mat to put on top of the white table if you needed to journal your day. It became a biweekly routine of some sort, and funnily enough, to Yuki, he enjoyed it more than he had thought.
Still, one part of the social contract never moved, and it was starting to affect him.
Your stickers.
When you realized the whole decluttering situation Yuki was trying to pull, you had to make sure the stickers were the first to be stored away neatly. You kept them in IKEA plastic organizers or cheap white clear books. You stuck to sticker sheets, and its stickers stayed with their original sheet till their eventual use.Â
But you just had this horrible habit of placing your stickers everywhere.
A new cabinet? Letâs place some stickers on the side. A reused notebook? We can add some dinosaur stickers on the cover. You never figured out why you did it, but youâve embraced such an itch since you were a child.
Yuki, however, was not too pleased.
After a day of having the sticker frenzy, he would scrape off the stickers. It often wasted his precious thirty minutes, and by the time he would finish, he would slump down the couch next to you. Then, he would scold you.
âI feel like Iâm saying this over and over again. Can we stop putting stickers on everything, please?â he would say.
You would nod and tell him that you wouldnât do it again.
Then, a few days would come, and youâd do it again.
Every time, Yuki would be exhausted on the couch, nails slightly chipped. He would tell you off again. You would nod.
As months would pass, the scolding would get lighter in severity while at the same time, the frequency of sticker scraping would get less. Eventually, he stopped. It stopped annoying him. In fact, he wished that you would do it every day.
So here you are, sitting at the dining table. Yuki, the bore that he is (your words, not anyone elseâs), is brushing up on his English while you begin to prepare your journaling. Since high school, youâve been using the Travelerâs Notebookâ the blue one in the regular size in particularâto capture every special day that you have had since then. Last week, you attended the wedding of an old friend; Yuki was your plus-one.
You take out the tiny wedding invitation and shuffle it around the page, trying to figure out the best place for the invitation. But first, you decide to step it aside, putting out the stickers, tape, and paper that youâll use for your journal. You place a ripped square of wrapping paper in the corner while adding small stickers in the middle of the page or the rest of the corners. Afterward, you stick the wedding invitation and then Fujifilm polaroids of you with the couple and then with Yuki. You begin to concentrate on the most crucial part: the details of the day.
This is the part when Yuki knows he should be leaving you unbothered, as you need to prepare your pea-sized brain to recall everything from that morning till evening.
As you finally finish writing your entry, then you add tiny stickers, hearts, and all that jazz. Holding both sides of the journal, you hold it up and marvel at your new creation. Yuki, curious to see what youâve done, leans closer to see what youâve made.
âVery⌠girly,â he comments.
You glare at him as you defend yourself, âObviously, it had to be cheesy. Itâs a wedding. I needed to add the doves, rings, the bride, and the groom.â
You begin to clean up your mess as Yuki continues to read his books. When you return to fetch the last set of materials, Yuki finally places his book down as the both of you prepare for bed. You lie on the right side of the bed while he is on the left. He brings himself closer to you, and suddenly, you can feel the heat of his entire body on you. His arm is tangled with yours, and his lips are near your ears.
He kisses it. Lightly.
âI could get used to this every day,â he tells you, âI know it. Iâm sure of it.â
You bring one of his hands to your lips, but you donât kiss it at all but warm it with your soft blows like a prayer. Then he kisses your nape, and the both of you feel like youâve met for the first time again. Your sighs are deeper than the sea, and for the next few minutes, there are touches of love entangled in metaphors. Slowly, you and Yuki drift into reverie, a candle of manifestations and desires, an atonement to reality.
Then, when you wake up, youâre all alone.
You can hear plates clanging outside the room. Then, for a minute, your eyes shut, and the sound stops. But you begin to hear pans clanging and something frying. You get up from bed and walk out of the room to check out the commotion to find Yuki trying to make breakfast.
âYou know Iâm in charge of breakfast for a reason,â you say.
âGood morning,â he greets you.
You wave your hand, your groggy state dragging you to the restroom.
You lightly slap your cheeks, trying to find some more consciousness if your brain could allow you. You wash your hands slowly, letting the cool water run from the wrist to the tip of your fingers. You dry your hands, and when you look upâ
There are stickers on your face.
In horror, you walk out and ask Yuki, âDid I leave this on all night?â
He shrugs and is startled by whatâs in the pan. The eggs are burnt. How does one burn an egg? You shake and slap your head.
You head to the study table where your materials rest. You go through your collection and try to figure out where they came from.
Where did they come from?
You shuffle some parts of your table but return them to their original place. Then, you see your journal sitting on top of the table. You slide it slowly to find a note that reads:
Will you marry me?
Four words are enough to drive you crazy. You read it like a broken record, and you bring it to the level of your eyes. Youâre astonished, drunken in some unknown joy. You put the note down, still holding it, and turn to the door.
Yuki stands right there, leaning by the door. Heâs smirking, but you know heâs scared shitless.Â
âDid you buy these stickers forââ
âYes. I bought it for this specifically.â
âI thought you didnât like all this cheesy stuff.â
âEh⌠wellâŚâ
He scratches the back of his head.
You hold his hand, and youâre both standing there in silence. You can feel his hands begin to sweat as youâre standing there contemplating a question still left unanswered. He looks at you intently; he wants to shake your body to know the answer out of nervousness, but he knows it takes time. Thereâs a part of him thatâs grateful that youâre standing and thinking for a while, for making good life-altering decisions has always been your greatest trait.
âYes, I will marry you.â
Suddenly, he turns away and throws his fist in the air like heâs stuck in one of his games. He picks you up. Then he pinches your cheeks before kissing you. Heâs out of breath because you know he needs a kissâand badly. Thereâs a quench in him he didnât know he had. Itâs an itch thatâs scratched differently every time.
When the both of you finally break apart, you peek towards the breakfast and then look at him.
âDid you really burn those eggs?â
âYes, I did. I was nervous, alright? You donât know what youâve done to me.â
You tease him by laughing and pointing at him. Heâs all red, but he knows more than to turn away from embarrassment. He looks at your smile, and he savors it; he feels fuller than consuming the average meal. Immediately, you make him lean down on you as if to ask something about it.
He gives you those puppy eyes as if to wait for your next demand. Then you pat his cheek and bite it.
Silly girl.
He rolls his eyes and urges you to begin breakfast. He doesnât eat before you take the first bite, and when a sound of delight comes out of your mouth, he is beyond relieved. He looks out the window and into the sky to give him a form of remembrance for one of the happiest days of his life. He turns to you, gobbling his cooking up, and he laughs to himself. You look up at him, and youâre both looking at each other, and thereâs a growing feeling of anticipation. Both of you continue to eat without keeping an eye off each other, and that feeling is finally described: that feeling of excitement for something permanent, something that you feel you could get accustomed to until the world comes to a stop.
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heyyy so i was thinking what would happen if neteyam went to jake for advice on how to ask the reader out, i just thought it'll be a cute moment :) you don't have to write it if u don't want to, completely up to u đ
have a lovely day gorgeous đŤś
a fatherâs advice? neteyam x reader
a/n: thatâs actually so cute / ye grammar mistake cuz Iâm too potato / hope you enjoy, gorgeous gorgeous girl đ¤
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saying whoâs got the most rizz in the family is hard, their blood is strong. but one thing neteyam canât deny, is that his father is the original rizz
how did he managed to pulled off neytiri? he donât fucking know. the daughter of the chief while he is a âdreamwalkerâ to them? he got them rizz
neteyam, being the golden child he is, is determined to follow his fatherâs footsteps.
and who else could he ask advice from? loâak? nope, that boy would never miss a chance to make fun of him, if he would go for his assistant. plus, he got rizzed up by tsireya, he down real bad.
kiri? nah, she has her own world and neteyam respects that. letting her be her free-spirited self would be the best option.
spider đď¸đď¸ what does that boy know? does he even have a girlfriend? *ahem* i guess weâll never know. he got the lowest rizz game in the family, with all due respect from neteyam.
tukkk, SHE IS A MINOR AND A CHILD.
neytiri? i guess? bet she would be more of a pain in the ahh if he would go to her for advice. being a mom she is, she would definitely judge neteyamâs crush and all of his dream would crash down. no, we donât want that.
jake, it is.
but how? how to make it the least awkward to approach his dad about stuff like this?
he tried to give his dad signals and signs everyday but he doesnât seem to pick them up. he even started to doubt if his dad is the real player, cuz them boy is cluelessđ
âdad?â
âyes?â jake replied with his back facing neteyam.
âhow do you erâŚlike send a sign?â
âneteyam, i thought we went over this already,â he sighed. âpress your collar when speaking, and say âoverâ when you are done talkingâ
âoh!â he scratched his neck. âokay, sorry, dad.â
neteyam was hopeless đ but to get a girl, he canât just give up easily
he tried again, now, with a little help from his sister
âdad,â he walked quietly into the marui where his dad is resting.
âwhat?â he grumbled.
âermâŚlast timeâŚwhenâŚâ his words fumbled around each other, while kiri came into the marui.
âwhen what? get to the point,â he shifted the blanket off his chest and sat up.
âdad, he is asking you how to ask a girl out,â she said nonchalantly as she looked through the drawer. âyouâre welcome, bro,â with a swift of her tail, she was out the door.
âoh, well,â jake chuckled loudly. âhave i heard correctly?â
âwell, yea..yes.â
âcâmere, son,â he patted the mattress. âlet me show you.â
jake would be so proud. he would laugh uncontrollably for like 10 minutes cause neteyam got him worried there.
but his son ask, he will reveal
ânow, welcome to âthe way of rizz 101â class with jake sully,â he joking said. âthere are many ways to ask a girl out, alright, but there is a main pattern you must look out for.â
ânumber 1: set the mood. it is the most important, alright?â he ruffled neteyamâs locks. âyou could never go wrong with setting the mood, look for spots, lighting, and the feels.â âguess where we got down, the tree of souls, yeah, magic, am i righ-â
âew dad, please.â
âokay, listen to the experts, son,â he laughed. ânumber 2: make it personal, PER-SO-NALâ
âyes, i understand, Iâm not dumbâ
âno, son, itâs really important. donât reuse your letters, never get her the same gift. DO NOT never ever use the same pick up line. AND definitely do not use the same pattern for every girl.â (amen to deja-vu from olivia rodrigo, guys)
ânumber 3: be yourself,â he patted his son back. âdonât be afraid, if she doesnât accept your offer, donât let it consume you.â
âhow can i do that?â he retorted.
âwhat is she like?â
âshe is the only girl i have ever laid my eyes on and they were stuck! canât imagine even just one other girl that i have felt the same feelings i am feeling right now.â
âthatâs the spirit, atta boy,â he chuckled. âthen, i pray for eywa that this is the way.â âeywa will show you the way if she is the one for you,â he smiled softly.
âand a honorable mention, do not ever make a girl cry over your stupid mistakes, alright?â
âhow would i know?â
âyou would feel it, respect her, respect her as a goddess, hell yeah, adore her, like eywa,â he added. âshe is gentle but deadly, the spirit of life. always ask for consent, always. when you are mated for life, you both become equal.â
âlet her guide you, and let you guide her,â he held his palms together as one. ânow, how to rizz a girl up is not useful without your effort,â he patted his sonâs head and pushed him up.
âgo get the girl, atta boy!â
today is a great day to go touch grass đł i mean- take care of yourself đ¤
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Hiiii!!! Could you write about hazard and reader bein festive little guys? Iike they r decorating for christmas and stuff!! Just some nice fluff (or anything else you wanna add i dont mind) đŞ˛
Decorating || Hazard x Reader Headcannons (gender neutral)
I hope you enjoy!!! This was very fun to write!!
December finally approached, the winter season bringing the leaves down with it, with snow carpeting the surfaces outside. For you, this would be a comforting time period, and something to be excited about. Youâd already started bringing down those old boxes of decorations, reused time and time again. You were eager to spread your holiday cheer.
For Hazard, the holidays were dark. The icy chill of snow used to feel like burning on his skin, too poor to cover up. He could admire the lights around his hometown, but ma and pop were too busy drinking and fighting to decorate themselves. Heâd look through the glass panes of bakery windows, dying to get his hand on some tasty scones⌠a chocolate yule log⌠even a cookie crumb would satisfy him. He could steal those treats from the outside, but the joy could never feel genuine knowing he couldnât have it at home. While all the other kids got to play with their new toys, he had empty bottles.
No matter how hard any of the Phreaks had tried, Hazard wouldnât participate in any wintertime festivities. Heâd just lay around and drink and brood, possibly becoming the very thing he despised. You wanted to try and create a positive experience for your first xmas as a couple, and steer him away from that tortured experience.
While everyone was out, you dragged the boxes into the lair and began setting up a tree. The ornaments were all mismatched but it was cute, and instead of a star at the top there was instead a dog plushy with a little hat. You strung up one set of lights in the main area, but left the rest of the decorations in the box to be put up later. You wanted to start off small with this new interaction.
The last thing you wanted to do was make some festive sweets. Just as you were taking out the variety of cookies to cool, you hear their vehicle pulling into the garage. The Phreaksâ all have different reactions as they enter, surprised, delighted, fearful. Hazard is astonished, like he couldnât believe his eyes. You approach the members with your cookie tray, and the ones that are able to eat are pleased. Fin looks like he might cry as he munches on his cookie, staring at the tree.
âWhyâd ya go and do thaâ?â He asks you. âFor you.â You respond, leaning up to kiss his jaw. âWanna help with the rest?â
He reaches the tallest parts of the room for you, putting up more lights and garlands. Little snowmen are placed on the mantle, and everyone has their own little socks hung up. Some of the others helped, too, and put their âornamentsâ on the tree. Tools, photos, bottles and other sentimental garbage were scattered on the tree now, making it one of a kind.
The whole group gets together around the television, and you cuddle up beside Hazard under a heated blankie. Susie has on a delightful sweater, Boomslang holds on to a decorative pillow, and Revel has his own little Santa hat. As youâre all distracted by the holiday movie, Hazard has come to terms with his anger towards the season. Finding himself here, with you and his found family, he feels cherished and loved. Getting to enjoy the things he never had, he was a very lucky man to be here now. He looked like he wanted to cry, again.
On xmas day, you put a gift for everyone under the tree, and you were happy to find that other members brought gifts as well. You all sit together and open presents, everyone got something they desired. âNo way! Strings for my bass?â âI needed this exact tool, how did you know?â âThis is my favorite snack!â
Hazard presented you with a camera, to capture all your memories together with. You took pictures of this day to remember, and maybe youâll put them all together in a scrapbook one day.
Hazard catches you busy playing with your new gifts, and he gestures up at the ceiling. Your eyes follow his hand and you find mistletoe hanging above you. âYa know what thaâ means.â He grins before pulling you into a sweet kiss. As he pulls away he strokes your hair.
âYa really made this special for me⌠I love ya so much.â
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Diabolik Lovers Daylight Vol. 7 Ruki â˝ SKiT DolceăťRejet Shop Tokuten Drama CD â˝ Absurd Lesson âŞ
Original title: çä¸ĺ°˝ăŹăăšăłâŞ Voiced by Sakurai Takahiro English translation by @otomehonyaku Click here for the audio (provided and owned by me)
âââ シ ・ďžâ: *.â˝ .* :âďž. âââ
Please do not reuse or post my translations elsewhere or translate my work into other languages without my permission.
âââ シ ・ďžâ: *.â˝ .* :âďž. âââ
I reached 1000 followers last week, so hereâs a special treat: one of Rukiâs Daylight tokuten CDs, plus a translation which you can read below the cutâ°(*´︜`*)âŻâĄ This was yet another short but sweet one with a surprisingly wholesome message. I hope you enjoy!
âââ シ ・ďžâ: *.â˝ .* :âďž. âââ
00:00 Hey. Have you finally finished getting ready?
[You apologise for taking so long.]
Heh. Itâs alright. We still have some time before we have to go to class.
Besides, Kou and the others are still busy preparing.
Have a seat, too. It seems like itâll take a while longer.
[You sit down.]
I thought Iâd prepare tea, so I boiled some water. Would you like some?
[You suggest getting the tea for him.]
No, Iâll pour it for you. I have only just cleaned the kitchen, after all. I would like to have it as tidy as possible before we leave.
[Ruki walks to the counter.]
Come to think of it, theyâre being so rowdy that we can hear them all the way from here. Are they bickering again? Kou and Yuma tend to fight over who gets to use the bathroom first, right?
[You confirm his suspicions.]
Hm. So they were, even though that only chips away at the time they actually get to use the bathroom to begin withâŚÂ
They never learn, do they?
[Ruki pours the tea.]
Every time we wait for them to get ready, we head out late.
[Ruki brings the tea to you.]
Hereâs yours. Be careful not to burn yourself.
We should be able to head out by the time we finish drinking the tea.
[You compliment him on his time management.]
You know I always like to have ample time before going out.
[You tell him that heâs much quicker than you are.]
Itâs not as if Iâm particularly quick to get ready. The four of you are slow. You always take way too long, even though your routine is the same every day. Itâs only school. There is no need for such lengthy preparations.
[You tell Ruki he does much more before class than you do.]
Well, thatâs true. I have many things to do, but none of them are major tasks. When you make a habit out of cooking and cleaning, you get the hang of it quickly, and it all goes smoothly before you know it. Even if I actually were to be burdened with more tasks, I would still be done before you guys.
[You ask him why he thinks that.]
It must be because Iâm skilled in time management. I plan out all of my tasks for the day in advance. What I am trying to say is: you simply have to calculate the amount of time you need for each of these tasks.
[You tell him you wish you were more like him in that regard.]
Like me, you say? Well, alright. I will do you a favour and teach you some of the tools of the trade.
[You ask him if thatâs alright with him.]
Yes. If you learn to divide your time more effectively, you will have more time to help me out with running the household, right? If we can successfully distribute the household chores, we will both have more free time. I see no disadvantages.
[You tell him you will work hard.]
03:50 Thatâs the spirit. I wish Kou and the others would follow your example. If you help me out with the chores, I might have some time left to prepare a dessert for you.
[Youâre happy about that.]
Heh, you silly girl. You are much too happy about such trivial things. However, if you are a good student and learn how to manage your time more effectively, I will make whatever you request. Would you like blancmange, panna cotta, or rather pudding? These are fairly straight-forward desserts, so I could easily make them for you. After all, itâs my job as your master to discipline you.Â
[You get flustered.]
You look like your mind is wandering. I always intend to discipline you thoroughly, but no matter how much time passes, your reaction is always the same. I thought you would have gotten used to it by now, butâŚ
[His remark makes you a little shy.]
You are truly hopeless. Well, all the more reason for me to discipline you. Anyway, we have limited time before we have to go to class, so I should quit the teasing for now. Seeing you so flustered only makes me want to tease you all the more, though. Thatâs no good, is it?
[You make a face.]
What, does that displease you? The face you were making earlier told me otherwise. If you want, we could continue this after class. You like it better when I take my sweet time to torment you, right?Â
[You keep your mouth shut.]
I will take your silence as a yes. Well, fine by me. Your face is like an open book, anyway.
06:28 Well, then, it is my duty as your master to teach you what I know. I will explain things in a clear order that will be easy for you to understand, so listen carefully.
[You respond enthusiastically.]
Heh. Thatâs what I wanted to hear. Letâs start with time management, then. You know most of the things you need to do in a day, right? You must have daily habits and other recurring tasks. You have to fit these tasks together like a puzzle and think about which ones you can carry out at the same time.
[You ask him what he means.]
RightâŚÂ For example, I do the dishes while Iâm cooking, or I make a side dish(1) while Iâm heating up soup. I actively try to perform tasks at the same time whenever possible. Whatâs important is to not waste time.
[You ask him to elaborate.]
07:07 Well, if you act without using your head, you tend to waste time much more easily. You should make a habit out of acting with intention. If you do that, you will be able to divide your time more effectively in general, not just when getting ready to go out.
[You tell him that Ruki is much better at it than you are.]
Itâs not as if I do anything difficult in particular. You can do it too. It just takes practice. First, tell me the things you need to do in a day.
[You tell him.]
Hm. Washing your face and brushing your teeth are things you should do at the sink. It is best to do the various things you need to do in a given place all in succession. Moving from room to room to do something is a good example of wasting time. Are there other things you do near the sink?
[You tell him.]
08:05 I didnât expect you to have so much to do. So, hair styling and skincareâthey each have an order to them too, right? Try to think of whether there are any unnecessary steps in these actions.
[You start listing the steps in your hair care routine, butâŚ]
Wait. You do all that just for your regular hairstyle? I can understand combing your hair, but is applying hair oil and using a hair curler really necessary?
[You nod.]
I see. If you say itâs necessary, then it must be. Looking after your appearance is not a bad thing, after all. But if your hair styling alone consists of so many steps, your skincare routine must have even more.
[You start to tell him, butâŚ]
09:04 No, Iâve heard enough. I understand very well that you need to do many things in order to get ready. Are there any steps in your hair styling and skincare that you could perform at the same time?
[Youâre unsure.]
I see. If thatâs the case, then you should try looking to improve elsewhere. But even thenâŚ
[You ask him whether somethingâs wrong.]
No, Iâm actually kind of impressed. There is much more to your morning routine than I thought. I knew women always took some time to get ready in the morning, but I did not expect this. As a man, it barely takes any time. To do all of these additional things must take considerable effort. You do all of these steps every day, right?
[You nod.]
I see. That is quite admirable.
[Youâre surprised.]
Why are you so surprised?
[You tell him itâs because of his compliment.]
Is it that unusual for me to praise you? As your master, I assumed it was only natural to reward you when you deserve praise, but⌠It must not have been enough for you. If you wish, I could give you a more obvious reward.
[You get flustered again.]
10:38 Heh. Your cheeks are red. What did you imagine just now? I figured that it would suffice to pet your head or pamper you from time to time, but to you, that is only a half-hearted reward, isnât it?
[You deny it.]
Heh. If you shake your head so vigorously, the hairstyle you spent so much time on will go to waste. After all, considering all the time and effort you put into your hair, I should refrain from petting your head, too. I should think of other methods to reward you.
[Youâre a little disappointed.]
Heh. No need to be so sad. I did not say I would never touch you again. I should merely touch you carefully so as to not ruin your hair and makeup. Besides, weâre only talking about before you get ready, right? When weâre at home, it doesnât matter how messed up your hair getsâŚ
[Ruki holds you close.]
Next time I reward you, I am sure it will be to your liking. Look forward to it. And from now on, I will factor in the time you need to get ready when we make plans to head out together. Because thanks to you, I fully understand how much effort women put into their appearance.
âââ シ ・ďžâ: *.â˝ .* :âďž. âââ
1. Honestly I just wrote âside dishâ here because I could not decipher for the life of me what word he used instead lol
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Can i please request some wedding day headcanons for Gojo? Like how he proposes and the day itself and the honeymoon đ thank you â¤ď¸
Gojo on Your Wedding Day
I have no idea how this got away from me honestly but here we are. Iâll do a separate post for an extra spicy honeymoon later but it ended up too cute and wholesome to add smut. Also this is from a western/American standpoint of wedding practices. Iâm relatively familiar with âtraditionalâ ceremonies but not well versed in modern Japanese wedding practices. I know some people prefer traditional over modern/vice versa but Iâm not knowledgeable enough on the specifics so I hope you donât mind. <3
Notes: F!reader, marriage proposals, implied nsfw, nervous Gojo and lots of fluff.
For @joyfulenthusiastwitch
First of all, Gojo is such a boy fail.
Like seriously, a total boy fail. Asking you out was an accomplishment in itself- and youâre literally his closest friend. Heâs all smooth and put together until it comes to romance. He tripped over his own feet and he stuttered.
The great Gojo Satoru, stuttered.
Of course you found that hilarious and struggled to not laugh at him- until he finished with âWill you date on me?â And you lost it. You nodded and agreed but you couldnât hold it in anymore.
Itâs okay though, because he was laughing with you. He built it up asking you out in his head so bad and you didnât even hesitate. So heâs laughing with you and at himself, itâs just you after all, he doesnât know why he was so worried.
You started a real relationship (his very first one!) after three dates. You laugh and learn, and you take things in stride together.
Gojo tries his hardest- too hard sometimes. He read somewhere that relationships shouldnât have secrets and that resulted in him revealing every single secret about himself.
âI never wear my pants just once, I hardly ever do laundry and I reuse them to make them last- as long as there isnât a stain.â -you tell him pretty much everyone wears their pants more than once. But to him itâs a secret because he grew up in such a prestigious clan and that wouldnât be acceptable.
And âI donât like washing my hands unless the soap is scent free. Iâd rather use hand sanitizer.â
None of these things are necessary. You live together now, he does laundry and you already figured out his preference for scent free soaps after the bottle of pumpkin spice hand soap at your friendâs house made him gag. -He didnât want to be called out for not washing his hands, anyone would be able to tell if he hadnât because the scent was so strong.
Cut to three years later and heâs back at it again.
He doesnât like keeping secrets from you. He took that too seriously and it stuck. But now heâs definitely keeping something from you and itâs irritating because youâve never had to press him for anything. Youâve never felt like you were on the outside of an inside joke with him. And it goes from irritating to just hurtful when he comes home super late
âSorry baby, I was hanging out with Nanami.â
Spent hours ring shopping because heâs picky and couldnât find the perfect one.
You kept face, but you already asked Nanami where he was when you got worried and he said he hadnât seen Gojo all day.
You know thereâs a lot he canât tell you, but heâs never kept personal secrets from you and this obviously was one.
Youâre five seconds away from confronting him after he comes home four hours late without a heads up or a simple text. You arenât controlling but he has a dangerous life and he always used to text you at least- and you were always understanding! You didnât know what you did to be treated differently.
Heâs got something behind his back and heâs sweating, and Gojo doesnât sweat. Youâre concerned more than anything else. Nothing else matters, you can be angry and hurt after you make sure heâs okay.
âBaby whatâs wrong? Did something happen?â
You get up from the couch and reach out to touch his face but he dodges and refuses to let you get closer.
âJust hold on, please? I finally found it and I canât wait any longer.â
âWait for what toru?â
His breath hitches and you donât know if heâs gonna start crying or hyperventilating or both. Then heâs on not one, but both knees in front of you. Again, boy fail.
So heâs struggling to get his words out but heâs determined. He found the perfect ring for you and he knows he should plan out how to ask but he canât he needs you to wear it immediately- assuming you say yes. He needs everyone to know youâre his.
Heâs always been a possessive man, he tries to hide it and be respectful. He just reinforces how cute you look in his clothes, prompting you to wear his hoodie to the grocery store and other little things. A ring is the ultimate âsheâs takenâ and he doesnât even have to be present. Everyone will already know. (not that he doesnât trust you!)
âSo the relationship- our couple, is nice I think.â
You tilt your head because what the fuck is he even saying??
âI mean youâre really nice. And cute too. And you love me so thatâs⌠nice.â He cringes and looks so pitiful.
You decide to throw him a bone. âSlow down, you sound like youâre having a stroke in kindergarten.â You get on your knees in front of him, getting on his level.
But no thatâs not whatâs supposed to happen! Itâs not part of his plan! Heâs supposed to be the only one on the floor- he scrambles to stand up and pulls you up with him, guiding you to the couch. Except⌠is that a ring box that he dropped nearby?
Then it clicks for you, and you feel giddy but youâre so fond of him. âI think you dropped something baby.â You point to the box on the floor and he groans.
âAw fuck-â he picks it up and kneels at your feet, you hand in his and presents it to you- heâs not sure where his speech went but heâs looking up at you from the floor.
And thatâs when he hits you with âMarry you me?â And then his head falls into your lap with another groan and several expletives.
Of course you lost your shit, laughing so hard youâre crying while running your fingers through his hair to reassure him. âYeah, Iâll marry you me.â You managed to get out between giggles and he finally pulls back to look at you.
Youâre smiling at him and his face is red- so red. Heâs grumbling when heâs sliding the ring on your finger and then finally leaning forward to kiss you with his own smile.
Again, heâs not sure why he got himself so worked up. Itâs just you, youâre his person. The anxiety, while worth it, was unnecessary.
And after the laughter he gets choked up, âI love you so much, so much.â
That night the bed needs replaced- because of reasons.
A year later youâre headed towards him down the aisle.
And during your vows he doesnât stutter at all- heâs not nervous or shy about how much he loves you. Everyone already knows how down bad he is.
The wedding is relatively small, your dress is so beautiful and he thinks you look like a cloud.
When he tells you that little thought later on during the reception it results in: âJust because cloud are white doesnât mean everything white is a cloud, Satoru.â He pouts, because obviously. But you just giggle and kiss him on the cheek.
And heâs honestly just so happy to be there with you- he was never one for âreal relationshipsâ and now heâs married.
Heâs married to you.
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knock knock knock hi im curious to know more about your au with charlie as a fish⌠is he like a triton? a merman? a siren? what kind of fish is he? howâd he and mariana meet? sorry im just silly about slimeriana sooooo :3
OH DAMN MY GUY you asked me the right thing! I can talk about this AU for HOURS! Anyways, the whole idea is that some characters are sea creatures some people. The main characters are Charlie and Mariana (OF COURSE lmao)
[sorry ill reuse some stuff from my other post]
Charlie is a moray eel merman, so hes a carnivore. Also (remembering one chuckle sandwich episode) he has a second smaller set of teeth. His tail is really long and massive and he has some fins on his body.
So now its time for the story!
Mariana was a simple fisher doing some different little jobs connected with the sea. Basically he and his best friend Roier were sailing around different places delivering things or selling fish. Everything they could to make money yk. One day something really unsual happens. Their net caught something big and heavy. At first he fears it's a shark, that would be bad. But then... Mariana realises its literally A MERMAN he looks at him in shock like what the hell. At the same time Charlie is SCARED looking at the fisherman like in "i guess ill die" way.
He had heard of mermaids and mermen, but he always considered them a myth. He had seen a megalodon, he had seen a kraken, but not them.
Mariana sighs. If he brought him to the port. He will become a rich man, a lucky man. ButâŚ.something inside unpleasantly gnawed at his heart
The guy took out a knife
"Hoy es tu dĂa de suerte, muchacho." (Today is your lucky day, guy.)
He went to the net and cut the ropes to let Charlie go. The creature's pupils narrowed as it looked at the knife, but then the words caught it off guard. Once the ropes were cut enough to get out, Charlie looked at Mariana in genuine surprise, and then with one movement he dived sharply into the water. He quickly disappeared from sight into the depths.
"ÂĄOye, quĂŠ estĂĄs cortando ahĂ! ÂĄĐĄomprarĂĄs una red nueva!" (Hey, what are you cutting there! You'll have to buy a new net!)
An old friend of Mariana's comes up from behind. Very annoying and completely useless. However, better than alone. Roier chuckled and looked at the net with confusion.
Mariana winced, turning around and looking at Roier
"siâŚsi si! Se acaba de formar un nudo, ÂĄasĂ que lo cortĂŠ! ÂżYa has revisado las velas? PensĂŠ que estaban rotos" (YeahâŚyeah, that's right! There was just a knot here, so I cut it! Have you checked the sails yet? I thought they were damaged)
Royer picks his ear with his little finger and glances at the sails.
"No, servirĂĄ. ÂĄVeo una buena capturado!" The guy smiles, "ÂĄYa quiero ir pronto a la orilla! ÂĄY a la barra! Espero que estĂŠs conmigo, Âżeh?"
(Nah, they're fine. I see there's a good catch today! I wanna to go to the shore as soon as possible! And to the bar! I hope you're with me, huh?)
Roier playfully pokes Mariana with his elbow and giggles mysteriously. It seems he already had plans on where to spend all the money.
The return to the shore turns out to be quite calm. Seagulls occasionally screamed over the ship and the scorching sun forced their eyes to close from the bright light. Only rare dull knocks under the ship raised some questions. Perhaps it was some garbage thereâŚ
Charlie swam on the heels of the ship. At first, he thought of hiding at the bottom and never returning close to the surface of the water again. But then the beautiful face of the fisherman flashed in his head and the merman, as if enchanted, swam closer to the surface to look at the man again. He let him go. It was so sweet of him. The last time he saw people, they either screamed in horror or tried to kill him. And this one⌠is different. Maybe this is a chance? Charlie really decided to watch his new acquaintance for a while⌠Just⌠Out of interestâŚ
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So that was their first meeting. After that Charlie swam after them and basically stalked Mariana for some time lmao. There's a lot of things happening in this AU. I made it up with my close friend Cherry and we really enjoy it. If you wanna learn more about this story just let me know!
So yeah sorry for my spanish i used translator hope it's not mierda yk
Must adress that later in the story there's one OC that becomes another daughter to Slime and Mariana (Yes we also have flippa too), but basically all the characters are from MC RP thingy there's qsmp mainly but somehow we have Schlatt as the villain pirate lmao anyways, it's pretty funny
#my art#qsmp#slimeriana au#slimeriana#qsmp slimeriana#slimecicle#el mariana fanart#el mariana#qsmp el mariana#what else can i type here#MORE TAGS!!!!#SLIMERIANA FANS WAKE UP#misclick duo#komipacket
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oooh i was just tryna find some huayin content because i was bored and a little tired and wanted to cheer myself up AND GUESS WHAT
i thought tumblr was a safe place for me to be insane and queer and have a good time w my silly little rarepairs and polycules and hcs
but apparently. i can't ask for one place to be silly lmao there are ppl on tumblr still being like haters... for ships they could easily avoid? and putting it... under the huayin tag? which is, you know. the uh. the intention is kind of confusing. esp since ppl search up that tag w the intent to consume content related to their personal interests and probably don't want to see ppl hating on what they enjoy in the process <3
once again i don't really see the point in so avidly hating a ship that ur tagging it... in hopes that ppl who ship it will see it? because... they're ppl who ship it... and will likely not agree w u... and will likely just see u as another hater... and either ignore or fight and like where will that get anyone? sincerely? and hating an artist so much like w so much passion i think there are better things in life to do such as: find an artist u do like and move on!!
but i digress i just. i wanted to make a lil post w my hcs for them bc i <3 huayin hehe
reusing some from my long post abt all the rarepairs and polycules i ship!
hua cheng rarely got sick, but when he did, he wasn't worried (he knew yin yu would take good care of him)
both yin yu and hua cheng know how to cook, so they make each other meals when they know the other is too busy to remember to cook for themselves
yin yu can read hua cheng's handwriting! possibly the only person on heaven, hell, and earth who can, he's really used to seeing his messy scribbles and has learned how to decipher them
hua cheng was kind of a xie lian gatekeeper for a while, but he regaled yin yu with stories and let yin yu into his temple dedicated to xie lian
e'ming trusts yin yu and likes him to equal levels to xie lian
they have some little odd creatures of mysterious background that they keep and raise together in paradise mansion
yin yu asked hua cheng to teach him how to draw and paint and hua cheng has little lessons for him when they're both free
yin yu's interested in different kinds of masks, so hua cheng gifted him a room and funds to invest in new ones
they have chill time once a month when they're required to leave their work to just spend an entire day together
hua cheng's love language to yin yu is acts of service and gift giving
yin yu's love language to hua cheng is acts of service (no wayyy) and touch
hope u enjoy :) and also wishing u a nice day :D
#tgcf#tian guan ci fu#heaven official's blessing#tgcf headcanon#hua cheng#yin yu#huayin#hualianyu#huayinlian#<- kind of on the side#like implied but ahem anyways#reminder to all haters that u can filter tags out!!#also that u can simply choose not to hate ppl :3 that is 100% a viable option still#u can still choose peace in this economy yes i know#this may be a shock but#u can just not be mean to ppl#truly there is little to no reason to ruin a person's day :)#i come here to have fun#not see ppl go on and on abt how much they hate things i enjoy#evo yaps
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This is stupid, but you know those new LO hoodies the Webtoon shop has? I know the font they're using. It's Eckmannpsych which is an Adobe font.
That's not the stupid part though. The dumb part is the capital H and G in the Eckmannpsych font do not match what is on the hoodies, which would obviously be on the hoodies that have Hera or Goddess on them. So, Rachel looks to have taken the time to hand draw her own H and G to match the font style for those hoodies but did not take any time to make new, better art for the merch, but instead reused ugly panels from the comic. Talk about a strange look into her priorities. She doesn't like how the G and H look on a font? She will remake those to fit what she wants. Rachel when the assignment gives her the chance to make specialized, better designs for those same merch? She can't be bothered to even try. WTF!
for the love of god-
I'm assuming and hoping they had the commercial rights to that font LMAOO But it did kind of make me go 𤨠because while I didn't know the font EXACTLY off the top of my head it still felt... weirdly out of place for something like LO? Why are these hoodies being stylized like they're from Austin Powers LOL
On another note tho, the LO merch is just like... disappointing in how bad it is for what's supposed to be WT's #1 series, which is, btw, a series with so much unique stylization that it shouldn't even be this hard to make merch for it! it just feels very "first attempt at redbubble merch", but unlike genuine first attempts at making merch (which is obviously a learning curve that I wouldn't judge anyone for being new to) this is a company that's sunk shitloads of money into LO so I don't know why they can't get better merch made?? so much of it is just the default drawings taken and slapped onto a tote bag or t-shirt, which like, yeah cool fine you're using art that's recognizable and considering the art is already made, it stands to reason that they should use it for more than just the comic. It's just disappointing to see how lazy it often is and how little effort is put into translating it onto a t-shirt/tote bag/etc. like we can't even have ONE exclusive t-shirt with a unique design that isn't just poorly copy pasted from the comic?
Case in point, those t-shirts that Rachel was advertising a while ago that were actually straight up falsely advertised. I can't find the post about it on my Tumblr (I'm pretty sure I talked about it here) so here's the IG story rundown I did on it ages ago:
Again I'd really like to have benefit of the doubt here that Rachel isn't the one making these designs, usually that's not how the merchandising process goes in these types of deals, so I'm not gonna point the finger at her. But it's just so odd to me that it happened in the first place. And this goes for a lot of LO's merch, so much of it feels cheaply made and rushed off a conveyor belt for the point of making money without much expense. Which yeah, that's a business model for sure, the goal is to profit, but like this?
You can't even argue that it's like people criticizing LO the comic because like, as much as I'll justify what I spend my time doing here in my free time, it's true that at the end of the day I don't have to pay for LO, so really the only thing I'm doing is inflicting psychic damage to myself, it's not like my actual money is on the line LMAO That's why I stopped paying for LO ages ago and only do it when I have a specific episode I need to review (such as the midseason hiatus review series I did). At the very least, if I really want to keep reading LO but don't want to pay for it, I can just avoid FastPassing it and read it for free so I can save the coins for other series I'd rather read. The Webtoons' FP system is very fair that way.
But this is merch explicitly made to generate revenue. It is a product, front to back. You can vote with your money by not buying the thing you don't like, absolutely, but the fact that it's this poorly to begin with is just so indicative of Webtoons' business practices and so shitty for the people who genuinely enjoy this comic and are being advertised and sold shoddy merchandise that doesn't even come looking the same way it's advertised. It's really not a good look for Webtoons, Rachel, or LO that this is what they're selling to people.
Especially for what they're charging, good lord-
Like, okay, they're hoodies and they're gonna be expensive to print and ship so the higher overhead cost makes sense, but jesus christ, with the kind of merch Webtoons has already given the stamp of approval on, would it even show up in decent condition? How bright are those colors gonna be? Are they gonna strip off as soon as I throw it in the wash? I'm half-tempted to buy a hoodie for myself just to do a review on it but I can't justify dropping $75 CAD on a hoodie that only has art on the back. Maybe it's just me living in the hellish lands of Canada where we play with toy money that's the problem, but it's just not a gamble I wanna take LOL If I bought one it would probably be the Hecate or Hermes ones because they're the only ones that are at least somewhat legible and have decent character art that isn't a character looking like they need to poop LMAO
(these are literally the two worst drawings they could have chosen of these two i stg lol the only thing that would have made this worse/funnier is if it was Handsome Hades and Persephone Kidnapping a Baby LMAO)
It has me worried about what the LO figures are gonna look like when they release. Are they gonna have some creative liberty with making them chibi-fied (like a Nendoroid?) or are they gonna try and replicate the art style exactly and wind up making literal blow-up sex doll Persephone? đ
NGL, if the figures are done well enough and don't cost an arm and a leg, I might consider buying one just for the shelf collection, but again, it depends. If Webtoons released a tarot deck with really good panels from LO (like the Tower 4 scene or Persephone sitting on the rooftop with her comb or Eros flying down into the Mortal Realm) I would buy the shit out of that. I would even just take the Major Arcana if 78 cards was too much to ask :'0 I'm not against Webtoons/Rachel trying to profit off LO merch at all, I just wish it was BETTER- (âĽďšâĽ)
#lore olympus critical#lo critical#anti lore olympus#ask me anything#ama#anon ama#anon ask me anything
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