#I just wish the people walking by knew I have no social skills

[leafdoodles]

A cool part of my job is I get to paint the windows, and I painted 11 of them today so here’s some of that:

Was asked to do Summer/nautical theme :]

[ninyard]

re; ur kevin homeschooling post

i think about it ALL THE TIME. especially in the way that i think kevin also just really struggled with general life skills when he got out the nest, and struggled with the foxes reactions to his inability to do very ‘basic’ ‘normal’ tasks

like the foxes realising that kevin does Not know how to do like.. very regular things like he does not know how to cook or make a reservation or call his doctor or drive a car or take the bus alone or or or and and i do think they would tease him at first and laugh at oh silly kevin and his lack of human normal person skills but when they see that’s he’s actually kind of upset at not being able to do pretty average stuff without asking for help or getting really nervous about trying it in case he does it wrong i, in my gentle heart, do hope and believe they would all be sweet and patient to him and actively try to subtly teach him the skills that, to no fault of his own, he genuinely just never got taught because hey where’s the time for learning interactive skills in ur underground cult school eh!

anyways i just think it’s a very sweet image to think about nicky patiently explaining recipes to kevin and showing him each steps or matt volunteering to take him around the city on the bus to get the hang of the routes or all the little things andrew does for him !!!!

maybe this comes off coddling or a bit odd but also maybe i just wish kevin had been treated a little more gently in canon in what was truly a traumatic and deeply sheltered upbringing brushed off into like oh kevin is annoying and not personable bla bla bla

sorry this went off on a tangent i just love you kevin day and want to hold ur hand on the bus

thisthisthis oh anon don’t get me STARTED

The thing about Kevin, though, is that he is very, very, very good at hiding things. He had to be. Kevin knows how to act natural when someone walks in on him doing something that he shouldn’t, no reaction on his face. Kevin knows exactly how to look like he’s doing something when he’s doing nothing at all, when he’s listening in on a conversation that’s happening across the room. Kevin learned how to keep himself out of trouble as much as possible, and that meant becoming sneaky, becoming careful, becoming subtle.

I think that when Kevin comes out of the nest, it’s almost impossible to notice just how far behind his ability to function is. He doesn’t give anybody the chance to notice, regardless - he avoids cooking in front of anyone where he can, avoids doing the things he knows he can’t do where people can see him.

As you say, it comes to calling the doctor, or taking the bus, or tying a tie, or understanding social cues, or knowing how to order food over the phone, or grocery shopping. It comes to childhood songs and rhymes and games and Kevin doesn’t have a clue.

Wymack is the first to notice, obviously, and it’s a little while before Andrew notices too. The thing about this is not that it’s a big blinking red sign that says KEVIN IS INCAPABLE OF FUNCTIONING. It’s the little things, the things people deem common sense or muscle memory. He doesn’t know how to use a washing machine, or a coffee machine. He doesn’t know how to properly wash dishes.

But Kevin is very good at avoiding the things he can’t do. He’s very good at making sure his teammates don’t find out how incapable he is of doing certain things. It’s not his fault, it’s the way he was raised, but he still feels… embarrassed by it, in a way. When Nicky looks at him and says, “Kevin Day doesn’t even know how to make a grilled cheese?” and laughs, it hurts. It hurts when Allison throws a comment over her shoulder about how he doesn’t know how to talk to people, or when the team are playing some common childhood game and Kevin has absolutely no idea what is going on. He wishes he knew, he wishes he was raised to know, but he doesn’t.

(David teaches him how to tie a tie, naturally. When Kevin has an ear infection, and Abby and Wymack aren’t around, maybe Renee is the one that writes out a script to make a doctors appointment, “Hi, I’m sorry to bother you, I’m looking to make an appointment for…”. Matt shows him how to take the bus, and Dan shows him how to do laundry. Maybe Allison teaches him how to flirt, or put up boundaries. Maybe Andrew teaches him how to drive, and maybe Neil shows him how to light a fire or tie a knot. Nicky shows him how to order a cab. Aaron teaches him how to make Mac and cheese. Once they all see how much it actually effects Kevin that he lacks these “basic” skills, I think they all find their own ways to teach him little things. Whether they mean to or not.)

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University Days With Bakugou - Ch. 1 - "And They Were Roommates"

| Masterlist | University Days With Bakugou Masterlist | | Next (TBD) | ♡ Genre: Fluff ♡ Pairing: Bakugou x Fem!Reader ♡ Tags: University AU, Quirkless AU, aged up, situationship

Bakugou would rather die than live in a frat house. He wasn’t like Kirishima, he couldn’t stand the constant partying, sleeping around, and other nonsense that idiots around his age got involved with. That wasn’t how he was going to start off his precious university career.

So instead, Bakugou shopped around online for housing options, but no roommates really caught his eye. Nobody he found could meet his impossible standards. Not one person, until he saw you.

Immediately, he knew that this was gonna be a rough time.

Bakugou stood in your soon-to-be-shared small house, while you gave him a short tour around the place. He couldn’t pay attention to the tour. You were just so cute like he’d never seen before. And you were so affectionate and sweet and NOSY that he found it difficult to ignore you, especially when you constantly asked him about his housework routine or how his day went or whatever. It was like he was playing 20 Questions given how often you grilled him for small talk and cleaning plans.

Near the end of the short tour, you stopped by the entrance area and you leaned on one hip. “You’re really quiet, you know that?”

“Huh?” Bakugou wished he had a more clever comeback than that.

“Hello? Earth to Bakugou?” You waved your hand in front of his face and he winced. “Have you been spacing out for the past 10-20 minutes? 

Yes. 

“No. I got everything ya said.”

“Really?” You leaned against a wall. “So what did I say?”

Bakugou sighed. “Clean up after yourself, keep quiet after dark, trash is taken out on Sundays, don’t bring over hookups, alert each other in case of emergencies of suspicious activity–”

“So you really did get it!” You beamed at him.

“Of course I got it! Where did you think my mind was?!” 

Bakugou glared at you, but he didn’t really want an answer to his question, because the correct answer was, “You were thinking about me, right?”

“Maybe you were too busy thinking about me?” you asked, with a small smile. 

Bakugou froze. It’s like you could read minds. 

“Just kidding!” you said. “Who knows what goes on in that fluffy head of yours.”

His face turned pink. “Fluffy?! What–”

“Anyways…” You cut him off as you walked past him. “If you don’t have any other questions, I actually think the tour is over.” You stopped to lean on a couch in the living room. “But you can hang out a little bit if you want. You seem like good company, for such a hothead.”

“‘Hothead’,” Bakugou said, with a discerning frown. “I’m definitely NOT hotheaded. But… are ya sure you don’t mind me hanging around?”

“For a little longer, sure!” you said. “That’s how long my landlord would allow. If we’re gonna be living together, why don’t we get to know each other?” 

Bakugou gulped. Being totally inexperienced with romance, he had no idea how to possibly woo you over. Bakugou was a consummate professional at driving people away, and he prided himself on that. He could only impress you through his sheer skills alone.

“You’re telling me you don’t know who I am?” Bakugou asked, moving to lean on the couch beside you. “I’m fucking famous around my high school.”

“If you’re soooo famous why haven’t I heard of you?” You jutted out your chin at the boy. 

“I’m the fucking star of every sports game!” Bakugou snarled. He felt like he was screwing up every social interaction with you so far, and he sighed. “You gotta come to one of my games when we start playing again. That’s where I show people what I’m really made of.” 

“That sounds fun! You want me to be your little cheerleader?”

Bakugou really liked that idea. He could offer you a cheerleader uniform in your size, if you really wanted. But you were probably joking from your playful grin, and he wouldn’t push an idea like that without knowing for sure.

“Only if you’re willing,” he said, with a slight grin of his own. “But I won’t force ya. Still, you gotta come. You gotta.”

“Okay, okay, I’ll come! Wow, this seems so important to you. It’s so cute!” 

Cute? What did that mean? 

“Don’t call me cute.” Bakugou sneered at you from above. “Where do you get off complimenting random strangers like that? You’re the one that’s cute.”

“What?!” Your flustered reaction made it all worth calling you ‘cute’ to your face. “Bakugou, you’re so forward!”

“You just did the same to me.”

Your adorable eyes dangerously narrowed into slits. “You can try and pin the blame on me all you want, but it won’t work. Didn’t know my roommate would be such a Casanova…”

“It’s fucking true though!”

Bakugou couldn’t tell if he was winning or losing this conversation. All he knew was that his initial impression of you was totally correct: this was gonna be a rough time. 

But when Bakugou got home, he still contacted your landlord and immediately signed the lease.

(Not sure how long this series is gonna be but I've got at least 10 chapters in drafts at varying states of completion. I thought it'd be perfect to release this series now while I'm still a uni student. Look forward to it!)

[love-lilly02]

The Challenge Pt. 3

He had never been so fucking aggrivated in his whole goddamn life.

Countless times, he was able to track down anyone based on the smallest piece of information. You give him a first name, he has their social security number. You give him a face, he has their entire family lineage lined up and ready to go.

With birth certificates to confirm.

And now he had your personal records - your full legal name, birthdate, parents name and occupation , plus whatever else was required to enlist in the military. It was all right at his fingertips, readily available, prime for the taking.

And he had found absolutely. Fucking. Nothing.

Price exhaled heavily, running his hand over his face. The computer glared at him angrily, blinding him against the dark of his office. Your records sat in front of him, multiple copies spread out and annotated to point out different information. Your full name, family names, birthdays. Anything that he could use to help find information on you.

All of it was worthless.

"Still up?" Gaz walked into the office, flicking on the light. "You won't find anything if you overwork yourself, you know." Price groaned internally, glancing at the younger man in front of him.

"Better than having to wait for a lead." Price said. Gaz hummed, moving to stand behind the captain's chair. " 'Fuckin hopeless. This girl's got nothing on her. I've been looking for a week nonstop and the best I could figure out is that she's got siblings. Not even who they are, just that she has them."

Gaz massaged his captain's shoulders, reveling in the relived groan he let out. " Jus' ask her, cap. I'm sure she would be willing to-"

"Gaz I can't just ask. That defeats the purpose of the challenge." That wasn't exactly true, but he didn't care. He was determined to win this challenge on his own.

"Soap tried and he got a few good answers. You said it yourself, we work as a team, well get her as a team." He could do nothing but nod along to the man's words.

"Just wish it could be faster."

It had been a week. 

One entire week of absolutely nothing, no questions, no pestering. 

Nothing. 

Part of you was relived. Maybe they forgot, or just gave up. Another knew that this has to be some kind of ruse, these men were entirely too stubborn to give up on something like this. 

Every second of silence had you questioning your skills. You could go back in and double check, do a run over of your parents accounts to be sure they hadn’t posted anything. But going in on the base’s wifi guaranteed getting caught so that was out. 

Your phone was essentially useless, just another way to track down your movements, and it wasn’t like you could call someone and ask them to do it for you. 

So you waited. and waited. and waited. And nothing happened. Save for a few curious glances from Price, all seemed to be well. 

The next lead actually came from Gaz, of all people. 

You were all sitting in the rec room, watching Soap yell at some rookies over a soccer game. Every so often he would look back at the team for assistance, but it was very seldom that one of you would nod or side with him. Otherwise you stayed quiet and watched the entertainment. 

“You ever play sports?” Gaz asked, sipping his drink carefully. The question sounded casual but you knew the weight behind it, and as if a switch flipped off both Price and Ghost leaned in closer to hear your response. 

“Tried a few different ones.” You passed it off with a shrug. “None ever really stuck.”

“How come?” It was prices turn then, and at some point Soap had been flagged back over to the couch to listen. All four of your teammates were now sitting attentively around you, looking like children during story time. 

“ ‘Dunno. I’d do a sport for a while, get good and then loose interest.” You take a sip of your drink. “I’m sure if I tried any of them now I’d be shit.”

A loose chuckle flew through the room, and you saw Price roll his eyes. The four of them shared a look, though you couldn’t quite pin down what it was. 

“What was your favorite?” Soap prompted, shuffling closer. “I’m a soccer guy myself - obviously - but I can see you doing volleyball.”

“Or track,” Ghost spoke up this time, lifting his glass in a salute almost. “ ‘Runs so fast you’d swear she’s on fire.” 

That made you roll your eyes. “I got recommended for track but turned it down. The coach said-“ They all waited for you to finish, but you shook your head. “No, no I’m not talking about this.”

Soap groaned. “Awh, come off it lass. Just a bit of small talk, eh?” 

“Yeah, so you can get more information outa me.” You responded, setting your glass on the table. “That night was the last time i get drunk and blabber off to you lot. You want those photos, you’ll have to find them yourselves.”

Instead of a laugh there was a groan, even Ghost looked disheartened at your words. 

“Come on, luv. you gotta give us something.” Soap pleaded, giving you the biggest puppy dog eyes ever. 

“We have something. She’s got siblings, a brother and a sister by the sounds of it.” You whipped around at Prices words, staring at him with a mix of shock and horror. 

“How did you-“

“Your files. Did some deeper digging a few nights ago. The problem is, I can’t find anything related to you or them. Got your parents stuff just fine, nothing on your siblings.” He pauses, eying you up and down. “Like they don’t exist at all.”

There’s a tense silence in the room, and you stare at your captain with a blank expression. “Dunno what to tell you. Look harder, maybe?”

The tone of your voice is flat, and the team sees an emotion they haven’t seen on you in a while. 

Fear.

“Maybe." Is all Price says, reaching in his pocket to grab a cigar.

Things from there go somewhat back to normal, although you’re significantly more quiet than usual. Finally after what you deem is an acceptable time you turn in for bed, Making a B-line for your rooms. 

“That’s not normal.” Is all Ghost says. “People aren’t scared of their families.”

“Hypocrite,” Soap calls back. A pillow is flung at his head shortly after. 

“Simon’s right. She seems to come from good sort, why doesn’t she want anyone finding out about her history?” Gaz ponders quietly, tapping his hands against the arm of the couch. 

“That’s for us to find out, apparently.” Price places his hand on top of Gaz’s, silencing the rythmic taps. 

The soldiers sit there for what feels like an eternity, pondering over the mystery that is their teammate. 

You don’t sleep at all that night. Tracking be dammed, you have to make sure that everything is clean. You knew that your files could be a huge risk, as you were required to list all family members, but you didn’t think Price would lay that much attention. You didn’t think anyone would pay that much attention.  

Just shows how inconsiderate you are. 

All of your socials and your parents socials are clear. Your siblings are something you don’t have to worry about, as they aren’t allowed phones till they’re older, much less social media. you check over all of your old friends stuff too, ensure that all pictures with you in them were taken down, anything with your name was removed entirely. 

You avoid the main problem. In the event that they’re somehow smart enough to figure out they can track your search history through the wifi. 

The less they could find the better. 

Here she is!! Thank you so much to all the people who left a note (even if it's just a like) your interactions helped so much with getting motivation! I hope to have the next chapter out sometime this week, but there wont be any promises <333

My Masterlist

[rainbow-femme]

Rewatching the animated Beauty and the Beast

-Right off the bat the thing in the opening that gets me is not the possible age implication but the fact that this prince is opening his own doors and to people he’s not expecting. You’re lucky it was just an enchantress looking to test the purity of your heart and not an assassin. Just power posing with the door fully open, no guards, going “Oh hey it’s someone I don’t know! I’m going to have a conversation with them alone” before god and everybody. Of course you got cursed, your guards should have rugby tackled her before she could get her wand out

-I never liked Maurice as a kid and I still don’t. Like he’s not bad he’s just annoying to me every time he’s on screen. The wind blows and he’s dying on the side of a cliff somewhere

-It is never not funny to me that Belle promises to stay in the castle forever and then just leaves three hours later

-I love Gaston having his whole “I’m going to get Belle’s father locked up so she marries me” scheme and then she’s fully just not remotely near the town. He’s living in a high stakes drama and she’s clapping along to dancing tea cups

-Hey when Maurice goes to look for Belle he grabs a bunch of rolled up pieces of paper and protractor. Is the idea that he’s just gonna invent and build something while actively walking? Sir you spent 6 hours in a dungeon and nearly died of being in a dungeon disease, you can’t help yourself out of a wet paper bag much less get your daughter out of anywhere with an invention you made out of rocks and sticks while clawing your way through the woods because you’re dying again

-But it is funny to imagine this revolving door of Maurice and Belle trading themselves for the other until the beast is just like “hey if I let you both leave will you promise to never come back”

-Belle is such a dick at the beginning it’s so funny. “Oh there’s one place in this giant castle I can’t go? I bet he’s hiding all the really cool stuff in there and I’m going to ignore his wishes and that of the staff. Oh no, consequences, the guy who said not to come here is upset I came here! Who could have foreseen this!”

-Like it’s not bad writing, it’s her character arc that she was mainly focused on herself and her interests and pretty judgemental of people who weren’t like her, so her disrespecting someone’s boundaries because she want to sets up something she grows from, and she learns to connect with someone else on their level even if that person is different from her and she learns that people are more than their surface appearance and even an angry beast has depths if you actually get to know them and see their view of the world, and connecting with people who are different from you enriches your life. Which is why when the townsfolk later try to kill the beast because he’s different we see she’s now understood the danger of that way of thinking and is horrified

-But that’s such a funny thing to do just immediately upon entering a castle owned by a big scary beast. Day one hour one she’s like “oh boy I know where I wanna go!”

-I don’t want to be a CinemaSins and point out how improbable it is that Belle got a giant unconscious beast onto her horse when he would be hundreds of pounds. But I do want to see the scene of her doing it. I’m picturing the horse sorta laying down and the beast is on the ground like a sack of potatoes and Belle has her back against him and is pushing with her legs to try and roll him over. Or she’s got her shoulder against him and is trying to push that way but her feet keep slipping in the snow

-Oh my god I forgot they told her about the library before the beast “gives” it to her. She was already allowed to go in there and knew it existed, “giving” someone a room they had full knowledge of and access to is very funny

-But you know what if he’s the kind of guy who thinks that will work and she’s the kind of girl it works on then they’re perfect for each other. Just two people with zero social skills bumbling around a castle together, making weird decisions and the other is like “wow they’re so cute and normal”

-I love the sweeping faux crane shot during the ballroom dance. Over 30 years later and that shit still slaps, more animated movies need to act like they’re being shot and edited like live action

-Maurice really can find a way to immediately die in any situation. When he’s at home he’s fine but the second he leaves the town border he develops tuberculosis and begins losing all function in his limbs

-I’m going to be honest with you guys, I’ve seen various versions of Beauty and the Beast and every time it’s the letting Belle go scene I have the same thought: I absolutely would not have read that social interaction correctly, I would have been fully under the impression we were all aware I was running an errand and coming back later. Because if I’m Belle, and I can live in the cool castle with a friend and people who are nice to me or a town I specifically stated not liking filled with a guy who is pushy and makes me uncomfortable and people who are mean to me and zero friends, I would not have been like “oh thank god I can finally go back!”

-“You should go to him. I release you, you are no longer my prisoner” See to me that reads “We are friends and I am removing this technicality between us so you can go run out and do something that is clearly important to you.” I would not have picked up on everyone in the castle thinking I was leaving forever. I’d just show up two hours later like “boy, it’s been a day, huh?” and the beast is just laying face down on the floor in his room listening to a sad boy playlist

-But the beast is clearly part dog so I guess it’s a normal reaction for him to have

-I don’t want to victim blame, but if you have a sick dad and are equidistant between “castle where everyone likes you” and “town where everyone is mean to you” and your dying father can be cured by a nap, I feel like it’s a bit on you if bad things continue to happen in the Bad Things Happen To Me town

-Not saying she should have anticipated a mob coming to incarcerate her father but I do feel like it would be expected that the people who have been mean to you and your dad would continue to be mean to you and your dad in the Everyone Is Mean To You and Your Dad town

-Because if the forced incarceration hadn’t been an issue, they would have gone to town the next day and someone would go “Hey Belle, your dad said you were kidnapped by a beast.” And everyone would point and laugh and he’d start waving his arms and going “It was the biggest beast you ever saw! 18 feet tall and claws bigger than my head!” and people would probably suggest that the guy they all call Crazy Old Maurice may be crazy and Belle would need to prove he wasn’t. I just don’t think we would have ended up with much of a different situation in any timeline that involves going back to the town

-Ok. So. If I live in a town. And I find out there is a beast within walking distance that is sentient enough to take villagers prisoner. And this guy is like “yeah he took me and my daughter prisoner, he’s terrifying!” I’m not saying I would have been part of the mob but I do think I would be worried about there being a beast and two people he previously kept prisoner living next door. And her saying “no he’s actually very sweet” would sound like those people with exotic pets who get their faces eaten by their pet tiger. Like yes they’re wrong but Belle also thought he was scary and violent until she’d been there a number of hours. I feel like if instead of giving herself up she went to town and asked for help and they created a mob to get her father back she would not have been against the idea so it’s not wholly their fault for having the same idea

-“Is it dangerous?” “No, no, he’d never hurt anyone” Every owner of a dog who wants to bite you so so bad

-So when Belle and her father are alone she is clearly telling him that the beast let her go and is kind. When asked about the beast by the town, Maurice starts yelling about how he’s the most terrifying monster in the world. Belle has to show the beast to back up her father’s claims to try and save him for the second? third? time. And then they’re locked up and she says “this is all my fault” and this man does not for a second contradict her or take blame at all. “Yeah I can’t believe you specifically caused this mess.”

“We won’t rest until he’s good and deceased.” I know there are only so many words that rhyme with beast but that’s such a funny line in a bloodlust song. I will not rest until this animal has been declared legally dead by the state

-“We will fight even though the danger just increased” I’m obsessed with all the words they had to use to rhyme with beast

-It’s so funny that this is canonically France and he is canonically a prince. They didn’t make him a duke or a lord he is directly related to the royal family and in the line of succession. Likely not the dauphin because they wouldn’t have sent him to run a castle in the countryside away from the center of politics so probably a younger son but still, this guy is part of the royal family. They didn’t have to explicitly state this is France but they do, and they reference the baroque period so it’s after the construction of Versailles. The beast is actively being stabbed to death while sentient furniture watches and at the same time his family are canonically pissing on the walls and floors of their own home

-Oh my god the beast is brooding on a chaise. Did he drag it over to the window just so he could dramatically sit on his chaise and stare longingly out at the rain? Absolute break up mood

-He’s also in a different outfit that isn’t the fancy one or his every day one, he went and changed into a breakup outfit. Important to note the breakup outfit includes a cape and what he was previously wearing did not. He chose to put on a cape as part of his breakup outfit

-So Gaston points his arrow at the beast. The beast acknowledges it then looks away. Gaston then fires and hits him and he reacts all surprised and angry that it hurt like my dude you let him shoot you with an arrow, what did you think that experience would be

-It is so wild that Gaston assumes the beast is in love with Belle. Like yeah he’s right but what a wild assumption to make when you’re not even sure this thing comprehends human speech. Again my thought would be he’s attached to her like a dog is attached to its owner, I would not see a big furry animal and be like “this thing is fully sentient and feels romantic attraction to human women”. Yeah he’s wearing clothes but still that feels like a leap. Pointing at a dog in a sweater following its owner and yelling “You’re in love with her, aren’t you?”

-The beast’s arc is partly him controlling his temper, and we see him want to kill Gaston but controls himself and lets him go, immediately resulting in his own death. Gotta be honest I feel like less self control would have been helpful in that specific scenario

-I didn’t remember the blood spray after the beast is stabbed followed by the stab wound bleeding a good amount of blood. Are there other Disney princess movies with onscreen blood? I think in Mulan we see blood oozing out through clothes from an injury but that’s the only other one I can think of. Eugene gets pretty bloodlessly stabbed

-Best scene in the movie: The beast floats up in the air, actively transforms into a human in front of Belle, stands up, says “Belle, it’s me!” She then squints at him, touches his hair a bit, squints at his face, and when she recognizes his eyes she goes “It is you!” Ma’am what the hell else did you think was happening. If you didn’t recognize his eyes would you have just been like “Hmmm I dunno…”

-Ok so at the end there is an entire royal court watching them dance. Again I don’t want to be a CinemaSins I just want to see the missing scene. Like did he explain what happened to him? If yes then again I want to see that conversation of him explaining to his family how he was literally transformed into a literal beast for the last ten years and they had no idea this was happening to their family member. If no, imagine just going back to being a prince after 10 years as a beast and you just have to pretend like everything has been normal this whole time. I want a sequel that’s just the human beast reintegrating not only back into society but French royal society, which was notorious for having some of the most intricate and complicated social etiquette in all of Europe

-The final shot is a stained glass window of them with a prominent rose. Now in the original he had a whole rose garden he was very attached to, so that makes sense. But I feel like this beast specifically would have only negative connotations with roses and that window would probably be seen as a little tasteless given the circumstances. “It’s a rose! You know, the physical manifestation of a curse that was clearly quite upsetting for you for nine years and roughly 360 days, reminding you daily of your flaws! Isn’t that fun?”

“Original score by Alan Menken” Look up his IMDB, if you live in at least the US this man has written the score to your entire life

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

Am I the asshole for how my previous 'situationship' ended? (I genuinely do not know what to call this situation so that's gonna have to do).

Okay so I (20F) met a guy that we will call Chris (21M) on tinder in Oct 2022. We were at the same uni, and we had good rapport over text, so we decided to meet up. He was pretty awkward but once we actually got talking he was a good chat. Nothing romantic or sexual was discussed/acted upon.

We hung out a few times after that. I kissed him once after a night out, which he didn't reciprocate or ever mention again. Given the complete lack of romance/sexuality coming from him, and the fact that he is a very socially awkward person, I took the hint that he wasn't interested and didn't know how to tell me. I felt that i made the fact I was interested clear and he hadn't taken me up on it, so I just dropped the subject. We continued talking as friends, and I genuinely thought that's all it was.

Come Feb 2023, I went on a night out with a different group of friends, during which a friend of mine, we'll call Tom, kissed me. I nearly had a one night stand with Tom, but I ended up not sleeping with him and just going home because I was too drunk. Being drunk and cringe, I made a pretty crude post to my tumblr before I passed out which was something like "someone is actually attracted to me? Nail me to a wall!" (Long deleted because drunk me is an embarrassment lol).

I woke up to texts from Chris, who had seen my tumblr post and was upset. I was pretty confused because 1. He doesn't even use tumblr, 2. I don't remember ever giving him my account name but it must have been in a screenshot at some point, and 3. I was not under the impression that we were dating... I let all that slide like an idiot because I was really hungover. Chris and I then had a chill discussion about what we were, and agreed to be friends. Cool! I thought that was the end of the drama. We chatted and hung out afterwards with 0 difference to how it had been before.

Cut to May, and I sent him good luck wishes before an exam. He says thanks and I just didn't think about it again, normal exchange.

Over three weeks after I'd wished him good luck, I woke up to a wall of text he'd sent me at 3am where he went into detail about how i had strung him along and wasted his time; that he thought I was manipulative and playing "mind games" with him for that good luck text, which he took as me trying to psyche him out before the exam and make him fail the module; that he didn't want to 'just be friends anymore' because the knowlege that i strung him along hurt too much; that I "ignored him as he walked past" (I still have no idea where or when this happened, I straight up did not see him wherever it was). He also went into detail about physical and mental health issues he'd been going through (that I wasn't aware of before the wall of text) saying that I'd been a great help with them during first term, then "ruined his second term". He went off that my lack of communication skills is a detriment to everyone around me.

I was completely blindsided by all of that, and honestly really hurt that he'd accuse me of trying to make him fail his exams, but I'm not sure that he's not got a point? Looking back, yeah maybe I should have straight up asked him if he was interested back in Nov. But idk I'd say kissing someone is a pretty fucking clear communication that i was interested, and he made 0 reaction to it, what was i supposed to think? I'm not in the habit of pushing people when they do nothing in the way of reciprocation. But, one of the issues he disclosed to me was that he had gotten an autism diagnosis in April and I can see how not being 100% clear and verbal in my communication may have been the root of the issues here, given that he was undiagnosed autistic for most of the time I knew him.

Anyway, was my lack of communication an asshole move?

What are these acronyms?

[myrunawaysweets]

On purpose

Everyone talked as they ate their lunch after hard training.

" so (l/n), what kind of knight are you hoping to work as?" One of the male knights at the table asked.

"I want to serve directly under prince katsuki's commands, his firsthand knight" you smiled, a bit of crumbs on your face.

"But he's like a tyrant! You do remember what happened to his last knight, right?"

"I'm sure that was an accident, no one has proof that the prince was the cause" you laughed, waving his concerns away. "Knight eijiro was a great guy, an even better brother figure to me, but what happened was not the prince's fault"

"Your funeral" the table of knights, in which were mainly guys, sighed as they knew you wouldn't give up easily.

Days passed, everyone tried to talk you out of it, they couldn't just stand by and watch as the cute and innocent (y/n) (l/n) walk into the doors of Prince Katsuki Bakugou's dungeon.

"You may now enter the throne room of prince katsuki Bakugou!" A man stretched his arm out toward the door on his left.

Walking into the giant room you noticed all the heads and horns of various monsters, hung on the walls, menacingly.

You knelt onto one knee as you were finally in front of the prince.

"Why do you wish to work as my knight? Do you not fear of what lurks in this palace?"

Without lifting your head you spoke "for as long as I remember I have looked up to you, your strength is unmatchable, your quick witted and excel in every aspect, I find no honor in serving anyone but you"

The room fell silent as your words hung in the air. The eyes of the monsters seemingly watching your every move.

"Very well... I accept you into my palace, as my right hand knight. You may now stand"

You stood up and faced the prince, his red eyes burning holes into your body, but it didn't bother you...

》 two months later 《

A loud yell was heard from the princes room.

You stood beside the door as he walked around the room throwing things aimlessly around the room. The prince was still in his sleepwear, minus a shirt.

"HOW THE FUCK IS THAT SHITTY DEKU GETTING SO STRONG ALREADY?!" the blonde screamed, throwing a table out the window with ease. "HE ONLY JUST STARTED HUNTING"

"My lord, I heard it is because his mother wed another man who is great in the skill of hunting" you spoke up, cleaning up the mess in the maids stead so they could avoid getting hurt.

The blonde boy plopped onto his chair, facing an empty space where his table used to be. "A commoner perhaps?"

You crouched down to pick up the glass as he growled in annoyance.

"My lord, maybe we should go out and hunt some feral beasts, you always calm down after a hunting session"

"Yeah, sure whatever" he huffed as he pushed himself off the couch, striding towards the bathroom connected to his room.

"Then I shall let her highness-"

"No need, lets go, just the two of us, don't let anyone know" he poked his head out of the bathroom doorway and smirked "and grab my hood, I want to go see what the towns people have been doing as of late"

"Yes your majesty" you bowed and left the room.

The prince is not as bad as everyone made him out to be, sure he can get very angry at times and throw a tantrum every now and then but he's not like that all the time, he can be very quiet and level headed when planning battle strategies, and he always makes sure to tell the truth no matter what it is about, the only problem is that he doesn't socialize well with others.

"Ah! Knight (l/n)! May I escort you to the princes upcoming birthday party?" A fellow knight of the palace stood in front of you as a few maids scurried behind you.

The princes birthday party was always a big celebration, due to him being the only heir to the throne, it lasted up to a week straight. Lately knights, and servants of the castle have been asking you pretty frequently about escorting you to the party, it was only traditional to have an escort when attending a social gathering, and considering it was in less than a month, people needed to start taking actions on who they would ask.

"Sorry but I will be working throughout that week, you of all should know that with big parties like this, the princes life is at more risk, therefore I will be by his side until he dismisses me for the night"

The knights shoulders slumped slightly as he gave an awkward smile "yeah... well I'll see you then" he then proceeded to speed walk out of the hallway.

The maids whispering came to a halt as you felt a presence behind you.

Turning around you were faced with the prince. he looked down at you with those crimson eyes that you have become familiar with, his blonde spiked hair now slightly down as water drops rolled off, down his neck and eventually to the towel tied onto his hips.

"My lord, lets get you dried off properly" you hurried him to his room, pushing him inside as you shut the door behind you.

"Why did you say you were working on my birthday?" He sat down on his bed as you grabbed another towel to thoroughly dry his hair gently as to not create split ends.

"Because I am"

"But its a full week of a celebration"

"My lord-"

"Katsuki... you know my name... use it" he grabbed your wrist, stopping it from moving the towel over his face.

"I cant say your name! Your my superior! My master!" You blushed as you tried to pull away.

"Your my right hand knight, if you cant say my name, then how can I be sure you'll never keep any type of secret from me?"

His words hung in the air, you closed your eyes as you took in a deep breath. "K...kat...suki" you peeked your eyes open, waiting for some sort of punishment to be waiting for you.

"Again"

"My lor- Katsuki, we are getting off topic, and you'll get sick if you don't let me dry your hair properly" you sighed.

"Fine..."

"I plan to work because I am your knight, not the queens, not the kings, or the townsfolk, yours, so in order for me to properly protect you, I must be by your side always" you continued, formerly being cut off by the princes statement.

The room was silent as you rubbed the towel on his head, and with a gentle smile, you looked at him "all done, now lets get ready to kill some monsters"

"Get the hoods ready, I'll be down in a few minutes" he stood up as you walked out, making your way down the corridors.

"Knight (l/n), why are you smiling so much?" A maid with long green hair and big eyes asked you.

You lifted your hand to your face lightly. "I didn't realize i was smiling"

》time skip to the forest《

"What beast shall I slay today?" Katsuki dragged his sword onto the ground as he walked beside you.

"May I suggest those pesky wolves? I've heard they've been terrorizing the village lately"

The prince grinned as he nodded his head.

Making your way down to the forest near the village, you noticed that a leaf had fallen onto the princes hair.

"The fuck are you doing?" You were snapped out of your thoughts, frozen in place, your hand still stretched out to the leaf, just centimeters away, katsuki's face was tainted with pink as he looked at you.

"There was a leaf in your hair" you pulled it out and held it in front of his face, regaining your composure you and the prince continued the walk.

You had searched the whole forest area for the wolves, and with no prevail, you and katsuki started your way to the village.

"Have you ever been to the village, (y/n)?" You looked up at katsuki's hooded face as he spoke beside you.

"No, for as long as I remember, I've always been in the castle, training to be a knight"

"Huh" he said, as if he heard something highly amusing.

"What?" you looked up at the ash blonde for an answer.

"Nothing lets just keep going" he quickened his pace as soon as he finished his sentence.

The village was filled with very lively, people were on the streets, hurrying to who knows where, children laughed and danced as the smell of freshly made food filled the air around you two.

"This is amazing!" You slid your hood off and gaped at the sight around you.

Everyone here had a smile on their face, people laughing, people talking, being free, it was so beautiful to see.

Katsuki walked up to you, two wooden sticks pushed through an assortment of meats in his hands.

"Eat" you looked at him with a confused smile as he held one of the meats up to your mouth.

"But-"

"Dont talk, just eat it" he glared at you "thats an order"

"BUT-"

"are you disobeying orders?"

Without another word you opened your mouth and bit into the juicy seasoned meat, your eyes lighting up immediately as the flavors melted in your mouth.

"Its called a shishkabob" katsuki explained, biting into the other one "take it"

With hesitation you grabbed the stick and dug in.

The two of you sat on a bench, it was facing the open area, letting you and katsuki see the people scurrying around.

"That was amazing" you sighed, wishing for more.

"It could use more spice but I guess" katsuki tossed his stick onto the ground. Not even 10 seconds later a man moved to grabbed his shoulder.

Moving at the speed of light you whipped out a dagger and pointed it at the man's throat "hands off. NOW" you spoke menacingly.

Immediately he lifted his hand away from the prince and grabbed the stick, quickly throwing it in the garbage as he ran away.

"Fuck, I forget how serious you can be" he chuckled.

"Like I said, I am your knight" giggling lightly, you looked back at the crowd.

People were dancing in pairs, all around the place, children even danced whether it be a dog, younger siblings or a parent.

"Look at that!" You watched in amusement, as their bodies moved in sync to the music being played.

"Wanna try it?" You were snapped out of your thoughts as katsuki stood up.

"I-I cant, I never knew how to dance, and even so I can't possibly dance with the prince-" your words were cut off as screams were heard just down the road, everyone's movements stopped as they turned to see a pack of wolves attacking the villagers and dragging away women.

"Now that I think of it, this isn't right, wolves only hunt to eat, barely in the summer, the livestock is good here too, yet they are attacking the men, follow me, my lord"

You and katsuki walked over to the commotion, drawing your blades as the wolves ran forward.

Without wasting any more time, you and the prince had all the wolves dead except for one.

"This one has strange eyes" you held its mouth closed as you looked into its purple irises.

" maybe its a beastmen, maybe they all were? Either way they attacked the bakugou kingdom, attacking innocent people, they deserved this" katsuki growled, plunging his sword into the wolves head.

"Well thats over with" you wiped the blood off the blade and onto the dead wolves hide.

"Now about that dance-" katsuki turned to you but was cut off at the site of the village bowing down to the prince, and his knight, while moving aside for the people they knew as a group of royal guards (probably sent by the queen and king) marched forward.

"The queen wishes an audience with the crown prince" one of the guards stated.

"Tch" katsuki glared at the guards, crossing his arms over his chest. "Let me guess, its about-"

"We do not know the exact reason why queen Mitsuki wishes to talk about"

Getting ticked off at their attitude towards the prince you took out your sword once again.

"Watch your tongue when speaking to the prince, you dare cut the prince off from talking?" you held the Blade towards the group of armored men.

"You dare threaten a Royal guard?"

"I'm threatening someone who has disgraced my master!" Your voice got louder as the guards slowly reached for their weapons.

"Leave her alone, thats an order, next time I catch you threatening a royal family member or a loyal knight I will cut your tongue out myself" katsuki grabbed your arm as he walked towards the castle.

By the time you two had arrived, it was just an hour before sunset.

"Bring me to my mother" prince katsuki demanded one of the servants, and as soon as the servant obliged the prince strode off.

As soon as he was a distance away you began to make your way to the training ground. They may want to speak alone. Unsheathing your sword, you began to swing and use all your might on the dummy, sparring a few times with another knight every now and then, just to get lost in thought about the prince... he was different from most men in this kingdom, there was no reason to deny it. From the blonde hair, red eyes to the devilish smirk he would show you when discussing battle tactics, he was completely outstanding, a man alongside gods, that no one could harm.

You held your sword to the throat of your opponent, his whimpers snapping you out of your thoughts to realize the heat rising in your cheeks.

Deciding to finally finish, you started your way to the Queens chambers, assuming prince Katsuki would still be there with his mother.

Approaching the large doors, you heard yelling, and the muffled sound of crashing. knocking a few times before quickly entering, you were greeted with katsuki standing, the chair he used to be sitting on now tipped over behind him along with broken remIns of the tea set that was formerly placed in front of the two royals. his hands firmly placed on the table in front of him as he leaned over to the Queen who readied her snacks to throw at Katsuki.

"I TOLD YOU I DONT NEED A DAMN BRIDE" the prince yelled, slamming his hands on the table once more.

"IF YOU WANT TO RULE THIS KINGDOM YOUR GONNA NEED ONE!" with a quick motion of her wrist, the pastry flew into katsuki's face, knocking him back by the force.

"My lord!" You rushed behind him to catch him before he fell.

"Tch, what the hell are you doing here?" He smacked your hand away, as an attempt of showing his mother he was indeed strong enough to be trusted with the kingdom.

"I finished training so I rushed to return to your side" you stated, noticing the small cuts on his ankles and arms, along with a few bruises on his wrist, none of them were serious but it looked painful, and needed attention.

"Thank you for taking care of my son, knight (l/n), what would he do without you" Queen mitsuki smiled, her red dress hugging her body perfectly before flowing beautifully down from her hips, the fabric almost defying gravity as it swayed magically around her legs.

You were about to reply before the prince grabbed your arm while storming out of the room.

After a while, the servants became scarce in the hallways to none when you arrived in his chambers.

The prince didn't say anything this entire time as he sat down onto his chair, resting his cloak onto the new table infront of him, furiously wiping the jam off of his face.

"Let me see your wrist" you demanded, reaching your hand out for him.

"Since when do I take orders from you?"

"Let me see your wrist, now" you stretched out the last word with a serious tone.

Hesitating, the prince gave you his wrist, revealing the dark bruises and few light cuts. Gazing at his wounds you lightly gasped, hating the thought of katsuki being injured in any way, if only you had stuck with him when he was talking with his mother, then you could've protected him more.

"Its nothing, the old hag just got me mad, I broke a cup, she threw the pieces, and that just so happened to be in my direction" he mumbled, noticing your concern.

"What about this?" You lightly pressed on the dark spot on his wrist, making him wince.

"Its nothing..." he muttered, a dark look in his eyes.

"if it hurts that bad, then its not 'nothing'" you looked up at him, standing from your kneeling position. "I'll be right back"

Not even 10 seconds later you returned with medical supplies.

"There seems to be a bit of glass stuck in your cuts, and without proper treatment, they will get worse" you spoke in a serious tone.

A 'tch' sound left his lips before turning his head, reluctantly holding his arms out, ready for healing.

Without missing a beat, you started treating the marks on his body.

As you did so, katsuki couldn't help but notice how focused you were, how loyal, trusting and... beautiful you were... ever since the incident with knight eijiro happened, he had closed himself off to everyone, and now here you were, devoting yourself to him, and only him, he wonders if that devotion would linger if he wasn't the prince... but why would that matter? Your just a knight... your just someone that will eventually leave, and once that happens, another person will take your place. One day, you will fall in love, get married and have children... but why does that idea upset him so much?

As you finished wrapping the bandages on you subconsciously kissed it lightly, as you were lost in focus. Not even noticing what you had done, you continued to wet a cloth and carefully wipe his face clear of the sticky jam.

As soon as you were done, you left the supplies to the maids as you ordered them to ready his meal.

"(Y/n)" katsuki motioned for you to come over to him.

You waved the maids off, and walked forward to the blonde.

"Do you think, we would still meet if I weren't the prince?"

You blinked a few times before answering. "Probably, you'd still be amazing, right? With your strength, battle tactics, and probably intelligence, but like I said before, i never left the castle training grounds before I became your knight"

He sighed, "I'm going to bed" he pulled the covers over himself, turning the opposite way from you, and closing his eyes despite it being relatively early in the afternoon.

"Goodnight, katsuki" you went to stand outside the door.

You stood there for hours, servants scurried by, almost as if they feared a dragon would jump out from the doors of his chamber. It was almost midnight, katsuki would wake up to train in about 6 hours.

You started dozing off, slapping yourself to stay awake, when you heard whimpers.

Creaking open the door, you stepped in.

There on his bed, katsuki was shaking in his covers, his brows furrowed in fear as he let out small whimpers.

You looked down at his sleeping figure, sad at what caused this. When prince katsuki was a child, he was kidnapped for a few days before finally the knights found him tied up and beaten in a dark room. He refuses to talk about what happened to him in that time, he was never the same again.

There have been rumors that he has nightmares and such, but no one has ever been able to confirm due to his mean demeanor.

You were snapped out of your thoughts when you realized a tear rolling down his cheek. You decided to try calm him down by running your fingers through his blonde hair. Ever since you could remember, this was how your brother Eijiro would sometimes put you to sleep, you remember the way he would kiss your scrapes and cuts to make them better, and how he would always protect those who needed it.

While calmly combing your fingers through katsuki's hair, you noticed his brows slowly release their tension. You sighed in relief before he raised his arm and scooped you up, rolling on his side to place you laying beside him. You tried to get away before he woke up, but he just pulled you closer, nuzzling his face into your uniform, before finally relaxing.

Wiggling, you tried once more before he spoke "quite moving, and go to sleep" you looked at his closed eyelids.

"Katsuki, I cant sleep in here" you whispered.

He grunted "says who" he opened one of his eyes ever so slightly "You've been up this entire time, would it kill you to just relax for once?"

"In this case, it would most likely kill you"

"Just shut up, surely there are more guards that can do that job, just, for now, stay with me" he closed his eyes and waited for an answer.

With a sigh, you got yourself comfortable. Ever since Eijiro passed away, your sleeping schedule was messed up, you'd stay awake for days on end, so how were you supposed to sleep now?

Minutes went by as you continued to play with his hair, his soft breathing calming your heartbeat. The cold breeze of the night blew in from his window, making you shiver. Almost Immediately katsuki's grip tightened as he held you closer, his arms shielding you from everything, the moonlight, the wind, from sight, even if someone walked in, they wouldn't be able to see you.

Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to just close your eyes for a minute.

》in the morning《

Katsuki opened his eyes as his body instinctively knew when to wake up for training. He glanced down in his arms to see you sleeping, your lips slightly parted as your eyes were softly closed. You were snuggled into his chest, as he found his fingers in your hair. He quickly became a blushing mess at the site, memories slowly finding their way back to him.

He carefully got out of bed, not wanting to wake you. He quickly went to training, with nothing but the image of your resting face being the first thing he saw when he woke up, he could get used to that, it would definitely make the mornings better.

Time flew by, and when you had woken up, he was sitting in his bed beside you, reading a book.

"Good evening, sleepy head" he grinned.

You jumped up and fell off the bed, quickly recollecting yourself, you stood straight, your face burning with embarrassment as he laughed.

"Relax, if something was wrong, I wouldn't have let you sleep in" though he had stopped laughing his smile remained, it was a national treasure, and rarely seen.

"U-uh, yes sir!" You recomposed yourself.

"At ease, we need to talk about something " he placed his book down on the sheets and stared at you, mischief glinting in his eyes, the same look he had when hehad his opponent in checkmate. "About you working on my birthday, I have a plan for that..."

》the first day of the celebration of prince katsuki's birthday《

"My lord, congratulations on aging another year" one of the princes of a neighboring kingdom bowed. Katsuki was leaning back on the throne, his cape underneath him, legs spread open as he rested his cheek on his hand. In reply to the congratulations, he just timidly nodded his head.

Eventually the midoriya kingdom had showed up, katsuki greatly opposed this but eventually was over ruled by his mom and the very kind Queen Inko.

"Congratulations, kaachan!" A familiar voice rang in his ears like nails on a chalkboard.

Katsuki didn't even acknowledge the boy as the three congratulated him.

Though the party had begun and people started mingling among eachother to talk but katsuki was focused on finding a certain girl.

His eyes scanned the area of crowded people only to find deku talking with the one person he was looking for.

"You know, that dress really suits you!" You smiled and thanked him, looking down at the white dress katsuki had you fitted for, it wasnt a formal puffy dress, but a flowy one, it fell from your hips gracefully, like the one mitsuki had. The dress had straps about 2 fingers wide, that kept you fashionable, yet cooled down from the heat outside despite the cool spring breeze.

"Same with your suit" you gestured towards his attire.

"Oh, my mother had the finest designer make this" he said, shrugging it off as if it was nothing, and maybe to nobles, it was, but for you, it was amazing.

Eventually you felt a warm, strong arm slither itself around your waist as your nose was greeted with the scent of burnt caramel.

"Hello, kaachan" the boy you had come to know as prince izuku greeted.

The blonde grunted and pulled you closer.

"Katsuki, me and prince-"

"Izuku is fine" midoriya looked katsuki in the eyes with a grin, as if he was taunting a beast.

"I couldn't possibly call the prince of the midoriya kingdom, by his first name" you smiled, oblivious to the tension of the two males.

"I insist"

"How could I do such thing?"

"But you call prince katsuki by his name?"

You fell silent, not being able to deny any longer. "As you wish, i-izuku"

Midoriya grinned, seeing the discomfort on katsuki's face.

"Anywho, me and lady (y/n) were just talking about how great the celebration is" midoriya admitted "speaking of which, your around our age, right, Ms. (Y/n)?"

You nodded.

"You should start looking for a husband around this time, right?" Katsuki quickly caught on with what midoriya was hinting at.

"Well yes, but I'm more focused on-... my family" you almost lost your cover due to a small conversation.

"Your family? I'm guessing your closeness to kaachan is the reason your able to attend, ive never heard of a noble family of the last name (l/n)" he took a sip of his drink, watching as katsuki's grip tightened.

"No, (l/n) is my mothers maiden name, I'm an illegitimate child, my father was the one who allowed me to attend, me and katsuki have only known eachother a few days prior to this" you smiled as the tight grip loosened on your waist.

"I'm guessing you two are lovers?" His statement made your face burn up as you started choking on your saliva "I'm gonna take that as a no?" He mused, as you nodded your head.

"Well if possible, I'd like to have your first dance tonight, Ms (l/n)" he bowed, holding his hand out waiting for you to accept.

"I already asked for that, deku" katsuki sneered, guiding you away from the green haired boy.

Once a good distance away, you two stopped, it wasnt as crowded here than it was everywhere else.

"Judging by your actions, he's not a friend?" You guessed.

Katsuki shook his head "far from it"

You looked at him in confusion. He quickly motioned his head for you to follow him.

You two walked down the empty halls of the castle.

"What happened?" You didn't mean to pry, but you needed to know.

"Back when I was a kid... " he struggled with his words "...we were the closest of friends, he was the one person I trusted... " he sighed "... until I got ahead of myself... next thing I know, he leads me to a trap and these... people... start tying me up and beating me... " he goes silent for a moment "the whole time I was in that cold empty room, I was left with the memory of that bastards grinning face as he ordered them to drag me away" as he spoke his gaze kept itself straight ahead.

You unsheathed the sword from under your dress "give me the order and I'll slice his head off!" You gritted your teeth in anger, as you awaited an order that never came.

"You cant... his mother is way too nice, she deserves a better son, but as long as she believes he is innocent and sweet, she will defend him til her last breath"

The sword fell limp in your hand as you slowly stepped closer to him, engulfing him in a hug, the fur of the red cape tickling your nose.

"I am so sorry you went through that... but I promise that as long as I am here, I will fight for you" you spoke.

He leaned back and cupped your cheeks in his hands, staring into your eyes, wanting to tell you what he was feeling, how he didn't understand it, and how he needed you...but decided against it.

"Thank you" he let go of your cheeks, grabbing your hand and pulling you back towards the party, a grin quickly taking place where his frown once was "come on, you owe me a dance"

You smiled and followed quickly.

Was this "undercover body gaurd" idea just to keep you by his side so he could fi ally enjoy his birthday with someone special? Yes... without a doubt in his mind. He couldn't bring himself to even attend if it weren't for the thought of you being there, being able to see you eat the same old food he'd always eat with an amazed expression, dance with him, laugh with him, and even more? For once he couldn't wait.

"I dont think this is a good idea, katsuki" you grinned nervously, as everyone approached one another with an offer to dance with them "I dont think im ready for this"

Katsuki turned to you, holding his hand out for you as he bowed " may I have this dance, my lady?" He grinned, glancing up at you.

You giggled and took his hand "you may"

Your white dress flowing in the air as each turn you two took in the dance. Katsuki's gaze was only on you as his smile shone brightly, his canines glinting. You couldn't help but feel as though no one else existed, no one needed to, it was just you and him, dancing, in an empty courtyard as the beautiful fairy lights sparkled around you. Of course everyone was fascinated by this stranger who was able to dance with prince katsuki, who was brave enough? And who had the ability to make him smile so brightly?

Eventually the dance ended, and you two stood still, your hand still resting on his shoulders and his on your waist, while still holding the other hands to your right.

"You did great" his voice was just a little over a whisper, his smile unable to be wiped off his face.

Through the next few days of the celebration, you and katsuki continued to party, being pressured to eat the most amazing food of your life, laughing as midoriya fell numerous times due to you and katsuki crawling under the tables to tie his shoes together, hiding from the guards after you and katsuki were found eating the cake that had to be made numerous times already. And now it was the last day of the celebration, the attraction? The fireworks, each day had something special to look forward to, the first being the dances, the second was the food, etc, now the final day.

The gossip of the mysterious girl who had supposedly put a spell over the infamous katsuki bakugou spread like wildfire.

"Katsuki, come with me!" You whispered, grabbing his hand to pull him away from the crowds once again.

You pulled him away to the the giant tree that was planted generations ago " come on, we'll be able to see the view better from there" you smiled.

How did such a goodie two shoes, go from not even being able to call his name, to climbing a sacred tree with a smile on her face? Katsuki didn't know, but he loved it.

Without hesitation you and katsuki quickly climbed the tree and rested on a thick branch.

"Surely from here, the view will be exceptional for you" your dress flowed in the wind like you were a goddess.

"(Y/n)... I have something to tell you..." katsuki spoke up, looking you in the eyes with a serious voice.

You quickly gave him all your attention and stayed silent.

"I know I was the one who came up with the undercover gaurd, and I like it, I like you being by my side, all the time, I love it when your face is the first thing I see in the morning, I love your hands combing my hair as I sleep, and I love... you" his serious expression never changed, save for the slight pink on his cheeks " I know this puts you in an awkward position, considering I'm the prince and all, but I promise, that I can give you finest swords, all the heads of your enemies, and who ever dares to look at you wrong, I will behead them for you... but if this is not what you wish... then we can go back to being just a knight and prince..." while he spoke his hand gently found its way ontop yours, caressing your knuckles ever so softly.

You were left in awe. Is this what you felt? Love? Youve never actually felt this besides a friendly platonic love.

"I... wouldn't it be hard considering my status-?"

" to hell with status'! I dont care! I'll raise your position so high that no one can think badly of you... I just want you"

It took you moments before finally answering.

.

.

.

"I feel the same way for you" your face started to heat up as he leaned in, his ruby eyes glistened.

he smiled, his eyebrows slightly furrowed "may I kiss you? Ever since you said that damn bastards name, ive been wanting to wipe it off your tongue" he chuckled lightly, his voice now just above a whisper.

You nodded in response before he gently placing his lips onto yours.

Fireworks sprung up, making you and katsuki stop the kiss to look at the colors.

You stared in amazement as the bright colors made themselves known, probably to the entire world, with not just their sound, but beauty.

"On purpose..." you looked at katsuki in confusion, before he gently cupped your cheeks in his hands and held you close to him "I am going to love you... on purpose"

[ohanny]

what kind of drunks would the pit babe characters be

babe - the hot girl. he acts all cool and sits there in his leather jacket, being hotter than anyone. his drinks also aren't half as strong as he let's people believe because there's nothing attractive about a sloppy drunk. if he's forced to take multiple shots, he will quietly walk to the bathroom to give himself a drunk girl pep talk in front of the mirror.

charlie - the sober one. he doesn't drink, period. he actually hates the taste. he was destined to be the designated driver (yay, cars!) and the mom friend (sometimes this makes him wish he did drink because fucking hell, he is friends with actual gremlins).

way - the professional. he's on his tenth shot of vodka at the bar, chasing them with a whiskey and coke, mumbling “weak” at the people who started acting up after their third drink.

pete - the crier. he's a nice guy working in a high stress environment, okay? on the rare occasions he gets completely wasted, he will see a particularly artfully arranged napkin dispenser and burst into tears because life is just so beautiful, you know? and it really is unfair how much shit all of them have had to endure!

north - the social butterfly. drunk north knows the lyrics to every song ever written. at the end of the night he has like 50 new instagram followers, he's helped a girl through a break up in the women’s bathroom, he's learned the dj’s mom’s name and might have accidentally agreed into a threesome with a married couple (not that he knew what exactly they were suggesting). he's just pure vibes.

sonic - the instigator. drunk sonic has opinions and no sense of self-preservation. he will walk straight up to the enormous bouncer, get right in his face and go “wow. you're like… really ugly.” on an average night out, he should have died around five times but always gets away unscatched because, like a princess, he gets rescued by people who think he is way too cute to die.

kim - the sappy one. also a total lightweight. will declare his love for you after three beers. give him a shot and he will earnestly look you in the eyes while clutching the hem of your shirt and tell you what a great job you do and how he has always secretly admired you.

kenta - the horny one. he wants, okay? he downright needs. is he going to do anything about it? no. he will sit in some corner, vibrating, stewing in his hormones and if anyone dares to ask him how he's doing, he will look at them and go “do you have any idea what i would let him do to me?” and his smile is so terrifying no one wants any details.

alan - the slutty one. yes, there is a difference. see, alan is a man of action. alan will make it awkward for everyone by sloppily mouthing at jeff’s neck and trying to shove his hand down jeff’s pants on the sidewalk while they wait for charlie to pull up.

jeff - the houdini. he just… disappears. one minute he's there and the next he's gone, only to be discovered three hours later on the roof of a supermarket, feeding chunks of bread to pigeons. either needs a helium balloon tied to his wrist so you can easily spot him in a crowd or an ankle monitor. (was once found in a car, the morning after a frantic search. gave them a sleepy little smile and said “the gps knew where i was.”)

dean - the mute. once he hits his limit, he goes totally nonverbal. just trails behind everyone with a big happy smile and nods his head when asked if he wants to dance / have another drink / make out. super happy to be there.

winner - the big shot. tells everyone he's like the best racer ever and when people who still have critical thinking skills ask for evidence, distracts them buy buying everyone a round of the cheapest shots the bar has to offer. keeps challenging people to arm wrestle despite having noodle arms. finishes the night pissed off, buys two portions of street food and sits down next to a homeless person to share. they always let him talk uninterrupted.

tony - never goes past one glass of wine or whiskey, a lesson he learned the hard way. the first contract he lost back when he was just starting out? he hit the post meeting cocktails a bit too hard and drunk performed whitney houston’s “i will always love you” in karaoke. the humiliation was too much and i fear it really affected his behavior negatively.

[storiesforthepeople]

Movements of the Social Body

Before the Separation Act or the Dechristianization Campaigns, before the Purity war, I was just a kid named Noah.

Prime Minister Lee was on the telly again. “..essential that we strive to balance the wishes of our diverse communities. I come from a family with our own beliefs, my father would always take me aside to educate me about the roles we play as citizens according to Confucius. Now other communities, other families have their own role models, but we cannot allow one to dominate. Diversity is our..”- dad turned off the TV. “Diversity” began my father, “is the devil’s idea. This heathen compromise won't last forever, look at me son! I say it won't last forever, God won't allow it, no way Jose.” I nodded, fearful of my dad's bad moods. I was only 14.

My home - my parents - were no good for me. I fled home at 16, just as my country was about to change forever.

PURITY WAR

The Christian Warriors started out as an obscure club on the fringes of a coastal city. Their leader, Abraham, was a fanatic and a skilled leader.

Abraham: ..For humanity is depraved, wicked, and only GOD is good! The individual personality is God’s ENEMY, the focus of his divine wrath. Those who lust, the dancers, the ones who listen to sinful secular music as well as the FAGGOT and so-called TRANS-GENDER are not worthy of life. Pray with me now! Oh God, when we act out of personality, strike us down! Oh God oh father oh holy holy holy LORD! we BEG to be struck down by your divine wrath whenever we stray! Amen! LOUDER! AMEN!” The preacher took a moment to gather himself. “God knows we are vile and deserving of punishment, all of us down to our little children. We cannot help but be wicked, it is our essential nature - But!” And he held on to that word for effect. “But God in his infinite mercy has granted us a path! A path to salvation, can you believe it!? AMEN. AMEN! Believe without worldly proof, that is, believe with faith, and you are to be SAVED! Plucked from the assured embrace of the fire! We are tasked to spread the word, but as Jesus said, those that stand in our way will be put to the sword! AMEN! PRAISE JESUS! PRAISE GOD OUR FATHER! HALLELUJAH! AMEN!”

The Christian warriors deviated from mainstream Christianity in many respects, but in the coming decade they would claim orthodox status is Australia.

Time passed quickly, and when I look back on my childhood it's hazy - so much has changed. The government - Australian society too - have been molded into what the theocrats determine is orthodoxy. Of course, they made short work of those outwardly different: the flamboyant gays, the followers of Islam - and the Hindus too. All sent to the guidance centers, only to return as broken people, shadows, if at all.

I wasn't passive, by night I would spraypaint anti-Church slogans on the walls of my city, and I knew that if I ever found myself in the presence of the church leader I would end his life with my bare hands.

After the assassination attempt something seemed different, people were tense, they walked with affected purpose and they had begun to speak more freely in public. Clearly, oppression had created more opponents to Christian rule than the Church could have imagined. There were more of us than them. I turned a corner in the market, and saw the graffiti on the wall in massive letters: “Resistance springs from a single noble thought” I smiled, which caught the attention of a watching guard, one of the religious police. I looked away and kept walking.

DOCTOR (after fall of the theocracy)

Michael here is a doctor, a leading voice in the rise of the so-called Hyper-Secularists. With several bestselling books on the shelves, Michael has become the one to go to for literature on the edge of what is considered acceptable in the mainstream. Hope I haven't done a disservice to you there - “No, not at all, my readers come for the edginess and stay for the core message- the message that the religion our society is saturated in is poison, and that, contrary to mainstream belief, this is something we can address through government policy. The total disenfranchisement of religion is a real option that is open to us.” “the pastor’s eyes grew wide in disbelief. The presenter turned to him, he began, stammering “but this..this is extremist nonsense, religion is an established part of society, we cannot simply ban religion” “no? millions of children worry about the concept of hell every day, I'm thinking of them when I say the things I say, I'm thinking of the child I was, and what I could have done to have helped him.”

DECHRISTIANISATION CAMPAIGN

The scene was as dramatic as I would have expected. There were the Guardians, there were followers of Christ, there was the press, there, also, was I. The Christ followers were hand in hand forming several chains around the front of the Central Church, singing hymns somewhat pleasant to the ear. The guardians move in, breaking the chains, in response, no doubt according to plan, the slaves to Jesus switched to ostentatious prayer, all hands clasped, all desperate pleading for intervention from God, some with tears streaming down flushed faces. Some guardians entered the Central Church. They were resisted by the followers of Jesus, to no avail. Exiting the church, the guardians called in reinforcements and cleared everyone from the surrounding area. Some of the Christians went all out, screaming. “You can't do this!” and “We have human rights!” and such. And, finally, when they realized the appeals to humanistic values had failed “you’ll go to hell for this, you're all going to hell!” “you will burn, your children will burn!” the guardian holding that individual took down their name and place of residence - threatening spiritual punishment was a chargeable offense. Everyone facing the old eyesore of a church, we heard a series of explosions from inside, and the whole structure imploded. I felt a thrill deep inside of me. Followers of Christ sobbing and wailing, I left the area with a spring in my step.

As the autumn leaves fell in the park, I approached the monument. ‘Dedicated to the dead and wounded on both sides of the Purity Campaigns, and those still under the heavy yoke of Christ.’ read the inscription.

[gay-dorito-dust]

Can you write a saiki and gn!reader, where gn! just transferred the school and saiki can't read their mind and tries to figure out why so he starts following them only to discover that they can teleport, turn invisible and is able to prevent people from reading their mind

Also can it be a platonic relationship? Sorry if I'm asking for too much 😅

I left this for a LONG while but now I’m kinda back on my Saiki K brain rot, I’m here to finally do this!

Was this stalking? Potentially…Hypothetically speaking from a certain moral standpoint…yes.

However what made this different from stalking was that Saiki was good at masking his stalking and by ‘good,’ I mean that his friends -mainly Nendo and Kaidou in specific- lack the social awareness skills to detect that he was doing it in the first place; Which was the perfect excuse Saiki could use in continuing to delving deeper into his self appointed mission. To understand how we got to this point in the story where our beloved pink haired, cynic psychic found himself tailing you from a distance under a suspicion, we must go back to that morning where PK Academy was in the midst of receiving of initiating a new transfer student.

First Kuboyasu Aren, then Saiko Metori, now you? Hasn’t the whole transfer student trope ran itself into the ground by this point? Saiki questioned whilst you were going through the mandatory self introductions to the rest of his home room but that wasn’t as engaging as the fact that within the sea of thoughts belonging to his peers, yours, much like Nendo’s, didn’t seem to be there; Not a blip, not a sound, nothing. Almost as though you were made out to have possessed a higher level of comprehension which rendered internalised thoughts and speech almost unethical. Saiki knew that you were smarter then Nendo, which wasn’t saying much as seemingly everyone and their domesticated animals such as dogs and cats were smarter then Nendo.

So why was it that he couldn’t hear your thoughts? He immediately ruled out the probability of you being just like him because that was just wishful thinking based upon little to no factual evidence that could’ve potentially pointed him towards that conclusion. Maybe your thoughts were just too quite for him to hear? Then again Saiki could hear the thoughts of a mouse as clear as day and they were usually quite loud for something so small bodied and generalised as quiet. So before Kaidou begins to inevitably spout his rhetoric. No, Saiki didn’t think you were an impeccably built android with the strength to bench press a bus or two, sent to PK Academy under the employment of Dark Reunion; He just had to get that out there before he would unfortunately be asked by the blue haired boy later on.

With the mystery concerning his shortcomings in reading your thoughts driving the pink haired psychic into a state of potential paranoia. Saiki did what he does best when faced with similar situations; observe from afar. (Read: stalk the person until they’ve proven themselves no longer a threat to him.) which leads us back to where we originally left off.

It was lunch period and Saiki knew something was off when you didn’t follow everyone else to the cafeteria and instead chose to walk in the opposite direction towards the school gates. Where are they going? Don’t tell me they’re already getting lost. Good grief someone should’ve at least shown them the school layout first before dropping them off at home room. On another note it only just occurred to me that in certain tv shows set in a high school and or college, the whole ‘getting lost’ trope just grows increasingly more redundant when you consider the fact that it’s a sloppy, unoriginal and overplayed method used in introducing the love interest(s) to the audience. Goes to show that Show runners have gotten lazier as of recent.

Saiki peers his head out of the doorway just to see that you turn round the corner, unsuspecting of his deadpan gaze, before he checked the hallway of any potentially unwarranted encounters, mentally sighing in relief when he found it vacant of any and all hinderances. Before he turned the same corner, Saiki expected you to be a few paces away from but to his slight surprise, you had vanished; Well corporeally vanished as the pink haired male could still sense that you were still well within his 200 meter radius. Then it occurred to him that you had just turned yourself invisible when you sensed that you were being watched. However before Saiki could react, you had disappeared from his radio is entirely. Enter your second ability: teleportation.

“What’re you following me for?” Your voice came from behind him so suddenly and without warning that almost let slip some emotion across his face. You’re just like me. “What’re you talking about, your making no sense.” You said, noting how Saiki didn’t speak with his mouth but more so through a telepathic link, connecting the two of you. Saiki sighed, closing his eyes briefly before opening them again. Just watch. After he said that, Saiki himself vanished before your very eyes, causing your eyes to grow wide and a gasp of surprise to leave your lips as you tried to figure out where he could’ve went; praying that no one saw either of you displaying your powers.

Come to the school gate. Saiki commanded shortly but sensed that you were about to question why he adds, look, I’m not stupid enough to put us at risk of being spotted. I’m not Nendo, you chuckled at the comparison, besides I think it’s high time we have a talk about what else your capable of doing. So just get down here, I don’t care how you do it, teleportation or not, just get down here before I start rethinking my choices. “Alright, alright. I’m coming, no need to get all mardy at me. ‘I’m just sceptical is all.” You muttered. I heard that. “Yeah your supposed to genius.” You retorted as you teleported to the school gates where Saiki was waiting for you with a plastic bag of…coffee jellies? Your face must’ve said it all for Saiki as he huffed, subconsciously holding the bag closer to his being. What? I got hungry and decided to treat myself.

“You’re unbelievable, could’ve bought me something.” You scoffed lighthearted. Please, I don’t even know what you like because you’ve been blocking me from your thoughts, so why don’t you go buy it yourself rather then relying on me. Saiki rebutted as he entertained himself to one of his coffee jellies as you then took up his advice and teleported to the nearest convenient store to buy yourself a couple of snacks before teleporting back to the school gates; Saiki was already on his second coffee jelly. You parked yourself next to him and began to eat in silence.

“May I have a coffee jelly?”

No

[phillipthesims]

Gen One: Chapter 17

The new house happened to be pink with heavy white accents and was near a park, which the girls were greatly excited for because Lily agreed that they need only ask to go play there. Though she did come with the first few times, not because she didn't trust them! Just... a mother's paranoia if you will. Lily had always been around at least one of her children and now that they were both going to school? Yeah she was a bit anxious.

Her children did get to share a room, even though there was certainly space for them to have their own rooms. But each night they were so excited to go to bed and be able to see the other just across the room. Tula and Lola would whisper talk before going to sleep.

Sometimes it was about school, the new town they live in, birthdays, or toys. Anything and everything and Lily could hear the two trying not to be loud, but secretly giggling to one another. She saw how happier they were without their father around and she felt better about her decision. This was best.

Well, it was all mostly good. Tula freaked out at any loud sound, she tensed and looked for her sister to make sure she was okay. Lola frankly adjusted well the most, she liked to watch TV in her mommy's bedroom after school. And sure, school was not her favorite and she wasn't as social as her older sister, but she still made friends.

She made the most friends with other kids in her art class. Her absolute favorite class with many like minded people.

Tula set to work making friends with everyone in her new school. She missed her old friends and wished they were here with her, but she found another girl who recently moved here as well. The two were quick friends as they shared stories about their moves.

Lily was happy to see her daughters settle in... and subsequently was worried about getting a job to support her family. She had no success and what little she had in savings would not last much longer.

She was stressing about it while checking the mail when a feminine voice, that sounded... familiar, called out to her.

"You must be the new neighbors? I wanted to make time to come over and say hello." The woman smiled warmly at Lily, she was a softer pink than Lupin and had kind eyes. "I'm Camellia, Camellia Blossom." She held out her hand for a handshake.

Lily tried to return the bright smile while shaking Camellia's hand. "Ah, yes my children and I moved in not long ago. I'm Lily, nice to meet you."

"Lily... such a pretty name. Well, I welcome you and your family to the neighborhood. I live a few houses down if you ever need anything, I'm always willing to help." Camellia was so kind and became a regular sight in Lily's new life. She saw her neighbor in the early mornings when Camellia went for a walk or jog. She'd stop and talk to Lily often.

She was the first person Lily confided in about struggling to secure a job. Stress was eating away at her and she was running out of time. The savings were dwindling and bills were coming up for the month. What was she going to do?

"You mention that you bake, right? Look, I know a bakery that is always looking for new hires, maybe you can work there." Camellia offered, she even offered to help her fill out the application and talk to the person she knows that works there to put in a good word.

"Y-you'd do that?" Lily was shocked at the offer. She'd love to work at a bakery, that'd be perfect, but... was it too good to be true. Would there be a but? Some payment for Camellia's aid?

"Of course, you're a nice person Lily and are in a tight position. So I want to help." So she came over the next day to help Lily with the paperwork. It was painfully obvious how little Lily knew about, what should be, basic life skills, but Camellia never said a bad word about it. Only corrected her path.

She had no clue why Camellia offered her help so readily and without asking for anything. Though Lily did give her neighbor some sort of sweet treat after all of her help. Camellia was a needed friend in this new life.... Or Lily hoped she was a friend. She seemed like a nice person, but... so did Lupin.

[sirianasims]

By the time I got back to the house, it was dark and the last of our roommates had arrived.

Shen and Tai were twins, exchange students from Mt. Komorebi.

Shen was a little… extravagant. He spoke loudly and wore even louder outfits, and spent an inordinate amount of time in front of mirrors or commenting on hot guys and their butts.

His sister Tai seemed pretty much the opposite, at least on first impression. But after sharing a house with her for a few weeks, I discovered that her mild exterior was hiding a personality just as intense as her brother’s.

The twins didn’t play sports, but they somehow managed to turn everything into a fierce competition – from video games to foosball to constantly trying to date the same guys with cute butts, apparently.

There was never a dull moment in the house around the Lei twins. I had no idea how they kept their grades up with the amount of dating and competing they engaged in.

The fifth inhabitant of the house was Griffin, who surprised me by also being a medical student. At first I was taken aback by his somewhat gruff demeanour, but I actually really liked him once I got to know him.

His commanding voice could call even the twins to order, and the fact that he was a few years older than the rest of us quickly made him the resident “dad”.

He was also a former chef who now wanted to become a surgeon. I had asked him why, once, but he had just winked and said that he already knew how to handle a knife, so it couldn’t be too difficult. He completely took over the kitchen, and would offer to whip up a quick salad when I came home late from practice and was starving.

Things were going pretty well as we settled into our new routines. I didn’t have Samuel to myself much, but we still got to spend a lot of time together, even if it was mostly while eating or studying. And since the house wasn’t that big, Griffin, Shen and Tai were constantly around. But it was something.

I needed other friends than Samuel anyway. I did my best to socialise, even though it had never been my strong suit. But I got along pretty well with my football team, which, in addition to Trisha and Jessica, included a girl called Daria.

Football definitely took up a lot of my time, and it annoyed me to admit that the university had probably been right in preventing me from joining both football and basketball. It often felt like I was trying to do my coursework while running from classes to football practice.

Still, I enjoyed being busy. And it felt great when we won our first match against our arch-rivals, those posh people from University of Britechester. They always thought they owned the entire town just because they were here first.

Trisha was team captain, and she was good. After the match, she managed to hit just the right balance between praise and letting us know that this wasn’t the time to get complacent.

I really liked all the girls. But I still struggled with making proper friends – no one but Samuel ever got close. I wasn’t sure what to say or do half the time. Instead, I tried to work as hard as possible during practice and matches, hoping it would somehow make up for my lack of social skills.

Jessica had befriended Trisha on the very first day, and she was quick to befriend Daria as well. I wished I had her confidence. She never seemed worried that people might reject her friendship. And they never did.

As I walked home that night, I wondered if Samuel was only my friend because we happened to grow up together and now he couldn’t get rid of me. Would he still have chosen me as his friend if he’d had a choice?

And what would happen if I ever gave him that choice?

beginning / previous / next

[kizzywh]

Ever After (Spencer Reid x Reader)

This switches between two points of view.

Content Warnings: suicide attempt, mentions of self-harm, mentions of kidnapping and torture, some angst, happy ending. DO NOT INTERACT WITH THIS POST IF IT WILL TRIGGER YOU. FANFICTION ISN’T WORTH YOUR MENTAL HEALTH. 

Your Pov

I’d never expected to make it this far. Working in the BAU had been a dream come true. That is, until it wasn’t. I loved the team, even Hotch, who sometimes made himself impossible to love. But the person I loved the most was Spencer Reid. His dorky outfits, and the way he brushed his brown hair from his golden sun drops of eyes. Brown didn’t begin to do Reid justice. He was like an autumn day, like leaves in a puddle, after a rainstorm. The way his lips quirked into a soft smile, usually directed at something stupid I had said. Those lips that I could’ve kissed a thousand times. But I never did. He was the first person I wrote my note to. I left it on his desk, in a small brown envelope, tinged with sadness, but sealed with finality. There was only so much one person could take.

The last case had almost killed me. working on a case where I looked so similar to the unsub’s usual type, y/h/c hair, y/e/c eyes, it was a recipe for disaster. But I thought I could help. Get on the inside, destroy the unsub from the inside, out. I couldn’t have been more wrong.

~ 2 weeks earlier ~

“Guys, it’s the only way. None of you look like his type, and it’s the only way we can stop him from hurting more people.” I said, leaning back from the table in the round room. It was a local case, meaning we were all in our usual office. A pleasant change from taking the jet, I’d admit. I could see Spencer almost visibly balk at my suggestion, and he was quick to try to shut me down. “Absolutely not, y/n. it isn’t safe.” He stated, almost pleading with the room to agree with him; but of course, everyone knew just as well as he did that it was the only way.

“I don’t like it, but I cannot see another way to handle this case.” Hotch had finally sighed, a frown briefly passing over his darkened features; before he’d agreed, and you had soon found yourself in a local bar, taking in the view, with a small microphone on your stomach, with a gps in it, so you could immediately get back up. The team had stayed back in the round room. Somehow Garcia had managed to find glasses with a microscopic camera in them, so they could see exactly what I was seeing. I knew who I was looking for. Mysterious, charming man, with the social skills to charm whatever lady he wanted, and I could say that I was looking good, thanks to the makeover provided by Emily, JJ and Pen. Morgan had wolf whistled the second I walked out, in a tight-fitting red dress, and my hair curled. Even Hotch and Rossi looked impressed. Reid however, refused to meet my eye, almost choking on his words as he wished me good luck. Typical Reid.

Soon, a tall man approached, with a drink in hand, and sat by my side at the bar. “You are quite possibly the most beautiful woman in here, what is your name?” he asked, pulling out the full charm. I made sure to gaze into his eyes, so the team could see his face, before replying, “Bea.” The team had agreed I go with a fake name. It wasn’t worth the extra confusion. We chatted for a while, and I had to admit he was charming, easy to see how he had seduced so many women. He offered a drink, and I took it, knowing I’d watched the bartender pour it myself. It was safe. Or so I had thought.

He took the time to introduce himself. “Daniel, my lady.” It would’ve brought a blush to my face, except I knew what he was, and it almost repulsed me, but I had to play into the act. Laying a hand on his arm and laughing at what he said seemed to do the trick, because soon he was asking if I’d like to get out of this flashy bar. I nodded, making sure to keep an eye on him, as I followed him to the car. I was nervous, but I knew the team were right with me. They could extract me as soon as I had arrived at the unsub, or Daniel’s, holding location.

I begin to feel very sleepy as I get into the car, almost tripping on the step, but soon I am seated, and I felt so out of myself, that I didn’t notice the car lock turning, leaving me alone, in his car, with a monster himself. Trying to force my eyes open, I try to make conversation with him, acting flirty, but mostly, I almost forget why I am here. I am so tired.

When I awake, I’m tied to the ceiling, hanging by my wrists, and I almost cry out in pain. My glasses are gone, and a blurry figure falls into my vision. “You thought you were clever, eh y/n? you thought I wouldn’t guess your little game? Well, now your friends back at the bureau get to see what I can do to you, and there’s no way they can find me now.” That was the last of it I heard, before blows from a blunt object start hitting my body, and I fall unconscious again.

~ Back at the Office ~

“Guys, we have a problem. y/n’s tracker is going off in a parking lot, but her camera isn’t working, and I have no sound, I don’t think its connectivity issues, but oh my god, I think something is wrong.” Penelope almost shouted as she ran into the bullring. The team looked up, and Hotch was first to stand. “What do you mean it isn’t working, where is she Garcia?” hotch frowned, before going to the board. “The last coordinates, what are they for?” Penelope was close to tears, “it’s just a carpark, I’ve sent the coordinates to your phones, please find her. Please.” She sobbed out, before running back to her office to keep checking for any signs of life.

Emily was furious. She almost lost her mind when she found out y/n had disappeared. “We should’ve sent someone with her. Where the Hell is she and what is he doing to her?” she fumed, as JJ just slumped down in her chair, and even Derek couldn’t form a sentence or something clever to say. Spencer however, nearly broke. Y/n was one of his favourite people. She always got him his morning coffee and lent him books he’d finish within about ten minutes of being given them. They were like twin flames, and he adored her. Of course, he couldn’t tell her that. He got up and walked away, over to the kitchen, biting his lip so hard almost drew blood. He couldn’t think, he couldn’t feel, he was just numb. She had to be okay. She had to be.

The team could see spencer spiralling, and Morgan and Rossi were soon on the way to y/n’s last coordinates, while the rest of the team gathered in the round room. “So, what do we know about this guy anyway?” JJ asked, pointing to the board, expecting Spencer to reply instantly, but he just whispered after a brief pause, “rape, torture, murder.” Those three words were killing him. Who knew what they were doing to her?

“Guys. GUYS. We have a feed, it’s coming from a proxy server so I can’t triangulate it right now, but its y/n. I’m sharing it to the board now.” Garcia piped down the phone, staying in her office to try and keep herself calm. And sure enough, there was y/n on the screen, hung from the ceiling, while the unsub looked into the camera. “You thought you were so clever, sending Agent y/n in to see me? well. Boy, do I have a show for you.” He smirked, before walking over to y/n and tilting her chin. “My, she is truly remarkable, I am going to enjoy this.” He laughed, taunting the camera. A call came in from Morgan and Rossi. “Are you seeing this video of y/n?” Morgan yelled down the phone. “It’s being sent to all our phones.” And sure enough, it was. All you could hear was Y/n refusing to cry, as the unsub cut into her with various knives, and soon it was too much for her to handle. Her screams filled the round room. Penelope was sobbing, and so was JJ. Emily was so angry; she almost threw her paper on the floor. Hotch just looked pale, and Spencer, he almost threw up.

“Garcia, triangulate it NOW.” Hotch ordered, and Penelope obliged, sobbing through her tears, before shouting out some coordinates. “Go get her guys. Please.” Before hanging up and sitting in her office, her heart breaking.

Reid was the first in the car. He was furious, but he was terrified. The camera feed had cut off almost at the same time Garcia had read out the coordinates. Who knew what they’d find. “Right, when we arrive, the priority is taking down Daniel. He could hurt the rest of us otherwise.” Hotch ordered as they pulled up.

Your POV

I didn’t know how long I had been in this room, all I could smell was blood, and sweat, and I was in agony. I couldn’t stop the tears from falling, it was pain, it was torture, and he just wasn’t stopping. “Now, they think they know where we are y/n, so let’s give them something to see when they get here huh?” Daniel grinned, before continuing to cut and beat me. I didn’t think I could take much more. I heard vaguely the slamming of car doors, and I heard. “Daniel Carter. Put the knife down, and step away.” it was hotch. They had found me.

Then I felt the coldness of a blade against my neck. “If you shoot me, your precious agent dies too.” Daniel laughed coldly, pressing it almost deep enough to draw blood. I tried not to move; I was too exhausted to. The last thing I heard was a gunshot and felt the sharp graze of the knife on my neck, and Daniel drop to the floor next to me before I slipped back into a world of darkness.

Spencer’s Pov

Almost barging through the house, to the basement where y/n was, I could feel the tension in my head. She had to be safe. She is all I have. Pointing a gun at Daniel, I can see her hanging there, and it takes all my strength not to push that son of a bitch out of the way and get her down. I don’t know how much blood she’s lost, but judging by the floor, it seemed to be a lot. Finally, Emily manages to sneak behind, and shoot Daniel, and I push past them all, reaching for y/n, and fumbling with the restraints, before Hotch helps me gently remove her, and I carry her, bridal style, cradling her, shouting for medics. She opens those beautiful eyes and smiles at me, and I beg her to stay with me. she’s so cold.

~ Present Day~

Your Pov

I had made a full physical recovery, but mentally, it had destroyed me. I had nothing left to give. That’s why I had written the final note to Spencer. He had to know how I felt, before I was erased from this life, like the blood from a crime scene. Sitting on that lonely bridge, in the moonlight, I felt a sense of peace. This was really happening, I couldn’t fix my brain, but right now, I felt peaceful, calm. As if the last moments of my life were destined to be some calm ending to a tumultuous tale. I can hear owls in the distance, calling for their families, and I briefly recall the lack of my own family. Maybe it was just the way I was, maybe I was just unlovable, unfixable.

Spencer’s Pov

I was surprised to see a note on my desk, but I immediately unsealed it. Then froze. Y/N. she was going to hurt herself, commit suicide. There wasn’t time to call the team. I knew where she’d be. She thought I didn’t love her, and that she was going to be alone, she couldn’t heal herself from the wounds that that monster had inflicted on her. I ran for my car, driving well over the speed limit to the bridge, pulling up a few yards away, so as not to startle her into something impulsive, before beginning to walk toward her, my eyes adjusting to the darkness. There was something almost angelic in how she looked in the moonlight. “y/n. y/n, listen to me.”

Your Pov

There was a crunching on gravel, and as I look up, its Spencer. I cursed myself for choosing a bridge about which we had talked. He liked the architecture, the simple, almost British cobblestone bridge. I liked that it looked like something out of a fairy tale and thought it fitting that this would be the never after of mine. The moon bounces off his messy brown curls, and it almost makes me sigh. He never fails to look handsome, not even in the pale, watery light of the moon. “y/n. y/n, listen to me.” I heard him say, before he gently holds his hands up, walking closer. “You don’t have to do this.” He states, trying not to scare me, I note. “I do spence. I can’t do this alone.” I sob, shuffling closer to the edge. He panics, before breathing in, and walking to within touching distance. “I care about you, y/n, please, just listen to me.” but I can’t. I have to go now. I push forward, ready to fall into nothingness. But something, someone, is pulling me back. Spencer. He grips me tightly, falling to the path side and lays on the ground, clutching me close, I try to resist, but I can’t. I lie there with him, listening to both of our heavy breathing, and noticing those dragon puffs of air that only happen, when the air is crisp. He pulls us up to a sitting position and holds me by the waist.

“y/n. no. You’re not doing anything alone. I am here. I got your note, and I KNEW what you were going to do. Do you think I don’t love you? You couldn’t be more wrong.” He whispers against my hair, his lips pressed to my head gently. He reaches a slender hand to point at the moon. “You see that?” I nod, following his gaze, as he keeps an arm around me, holding me to him. “That is what we share. You are my moonlight. We are like the sun and the moon, constantly orbiting each other, sharing the same sky, somewhere. I love you; y/n. believe me. from the moment you walked into the office on your first day, almost tripping over my satchel and spilling your latte in my lap, I loved you.” He whispers more, stroking slow circles on my shoulder. I laugh at the memory. It hadn’t been one of my proudest moments. Even hotch had cracked a smile at it.

The breeze picked up, and spencer shivered, pulling me closer, and instinctively, I rest my head on his shoulder. “Spencer. I love you.” I mumbled, and he turned me to face him, smiling down at me with those golden eyes, almost hinted with silver in the moonlight. He’d never looked more angelic, and I told him that, his lips quirking into a smile, my favourite dimples on his cheeks. “I love you too y/n.” before softly, his lips brushed against mine, I kissed him back, shyly. This was what kissing spencer Reid was like? It was… magical. He gently increased the pressure of the kiss, cupping my chin with one of his hands, and I almost melted. I was hurting. And part of me didn’t think it would go away anytime soon, but I knew, and spencer knew, that he was never going to be far from me again.

The bridge had turned out to have a happily ever after, after all.

[uglypastels]

Personal rant incoming because i dont have anywhere else to put this or anyone else to share it with-

Thing is, I hate parties.

But I also know I need to leave the house every now and then and meet up with people my age and come out of my shell.

But my god it was horrible.

The second I got there, not even passed the theshold, the person behind me just says: oh my god I think we have the same costume. And yup. We did. Worst part was that I had already predicted it. Somehow, deep in my gut I saw it coming (while also knowing no one else would get it, which somehow was for the most part also true) and it just immediately sunk my tiny shred of confidence down because, sure its not the end of the world, but still, how fucking emberassing. Out of all the costumes. I just wanted to scream.

But instead, I walked inside and it just got worse from there. It's like all the things that inherently make a party a party were also designed to trigger me into a deep sense of discomfort. Stranger. Loud noises. Alcohol.

I have never been the most social person, but idk what the fuck has happened to me the last few years but its like the last few pieces of my confidence and social skills have been completely deteriorated. I just cant get a single word out. Even introducing myself, when I know I should, I cant. Just smile and wish I would die.

But at the same time, when I do try and speak up it's like I don't exist. No one ever acknowledges what I saw or do and i dont fucking know what I should do. Am I just not funny? Do they not give a shit? Am I truly invisible?

Did I mention, it's so loud. The music is shit (not all the time) and everyone is yelling over it and over each other. A million conversations crossing through the room and I'm unable to keep track, let alone participate in, any single one.

So I just sit there, hoping I'm not making everyone else unconfortable. Except I probably am. Sucking the fucking life out of everyone in my close proximity. I bet I ruined the night for my friend. She's also an introvert and we're both awkward but for her things seemed to go smoother. So then whenever things went quiet I knew it was my fault. I know I should say something but I have no idea what.

Also, being around people my age, as healthy as it is, just makes me sick because it makes me realise just how detached I am socially. How behind I am on life and its just a reminder of my horrible lack of a romantic life.

Not that its really important. I wasnt going there to find anyone. But when you walk into a room and basically 95% of the people there are in a relationship, and all conversations are about who dated who, why x and y broke up, people asking for dating advice.

And upon entering the party, you get warned to look out for this cute guy, coz he's single and kind of needy and looking to latch onto someone, and then your friends notice how, yeah, he's clung onto every single girl at the party. Meanwhile, you havent even seen him. But thats just how my life is. Its not like I actually expected anyone here to suddenly fall in love with me. (I really didn't. But it still heard to hear that)

Idk it was a stupid punch in the gut.

Oh and the fucking pictures. There was constantly someone snapping pictures with exteeme flash scaring the shit out of me and making me so fucking cinscious of everything I was doing and how I looked. And on one side of course it would be nice to have them as a memory keepsake and being one of those kids that never wanted to pose for pictures i get now that it is a bit of a shame, but still, when i hate how i look why would i want that to be memorialised in extremely unflattering light, around stranger and for all of them to see later too. [Actually getting sick just thinking about it]

Anyway, a few hours went by and I made some small talk. There were moments of niceties among the awkward silences and staring ahead in a dissociated state.

But the longer it went on, the more I just felt like crying and I grew so much more aware of my soul sucking presence. Coz fuck am I cockblocking my bestie over here by clinging onto her to have someone, anyone to talk to? I totally am bumming everyone out arent I? If thats even if they notice me of course.

But it still feels early to leave and the FOMO kicks in. As if I wouldc actually participate or make part out of anything that could happen tonight. I cant do it anymore.

So I left, and cried on the way home, and now i'm crying while writing this and just feel so pathetic and ugly and dump and incredibly alone.

[Rant over]

[jaestrz]

𝐧𝐨𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐦𝐞 - 𝐥𝐞𝐞 𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐣𝐚𝐞 이재현

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･. ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲: fluff | established relationship | soft szn | idol!au

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: hyunjae x afab reader

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻����𝗻𝗴: no warnings ^^ (pls tell me if I should put any warning)

≡;- ꒰ ° Hyunjae helping you to get through a recording session and calms your worries꒱

ღ a/n: this hyunjae had been on my mind since forever. I need help at this point. ㅠㅠ

“Nobody gets me like you.”

Hyunjae understood people easier than you. Truthfully, he could read the room and know when to pull out a joke, specifically when it comes to you. Maybe living a day without teasing or friendly quarrelling with each other won’t make the day complete.

Both of you like to fight, let’s say competitive. Although he would always lose just to see the smile on your face. But yet, he was good and better than you in general. It was a reality fact that no one could change. People adored him, admired him, every single people at the company favours him. Basically almost everyone knew by the name ‘hyunjae’.

Because he had better social skills than you. Better dancing, better vocals, smarter brain. He could talk by himself on his own behalf without having hesitations in his mind.

Like you said, both of you are really competitive. But those things would be forgotten if one of you were struggling. Being better than you wasn’t the first thing that comes up to his mind, in fact he wished he could help you to be better than him so you don’t feel down.

Hyunjae reads eyes and face like a book. As if the words just scattered across your face and with the snap of his fingers, he could tell what’s wrong with you.

At this point he knew you better than you do.

your fingers were tangled in between the string of your- more like his hoodie while your eyes scanned through the lyrics sheet. Worried sprawled across your mind when you realised the unfamiliar high notes you had to sing.

No one had a lot of time. Whatever it was, it had to be nailed before the day ends.

Sucks for you because Hyunjae had already went first and he got all of his own recordings done by the third try. The ad-lib was making your head spin each time you repeat the song. You were terrified that this wouldn’t end good and you might just have to give up your line to chanhee. Hyunjae looked at your worried plus unsatisfied face.

Hyunjae didn’t last a second waiting, putting his things down and walking in the recording room. His hand found its way to cup your face and he put the headphone down.

You never really had to tell him what’s wrong. Your eyes were shaking with worry and your heavy breathing showed the terrified expression you had been keeping. Usually he would joke about who’s the better singer or vocalist, it wasn’t the right time for him to do that. Hyunjae doesn’t like to disregard your feelings just for his own entertainment.

Both of you were in a more private room, away from the producers and members. His thumb wiped away the tears that was threatening to spill from the corner of your eye. “i’m here baby. breathe. it’s okay no one’s here.” He whispered while combing your hair throughly with his fingers. His lips touches your forehead, a kiss that was filled with comfort.

“oh God I really wanted to do this. I don’t want to ruin-”

“hey, you’re not. You were doing so good. You managed to get yourself here when you’re not in the right condition.” Hyunjae cooed. “I had never seen someone more passionate and determined to put their jobs before theirselves other than you.” His thumb rubbed back and forth across your cheekbones as a sign of comfort. “you can say that because you’re good.” You dryly said and a frown formed on his face.

Something about his heart crushed when you compared yourself to him. “ i’m not. please don’t compare yourself to me. You don’t feel well and you still stood here as if nothing had happened. I think I wouldn’t even come here for recording if I was you.” Hyunjae said. “baby, I love you so damn much. Being better than you doesn’t mean i’m mentally and physically as strong as you right now. I would’ve just stayed in bed, snuggling with you dusk until dawn. Repeating until I feel better but you’re here on your own will.”

Both of you stayed in each others embraced for God knows how long has it been. Until Hyunjae noticed your breathing was slowly starting to slow down. He looked into your eyes. “Are you okay now?” You hummed as a response to his question. He gave a peck on your forehead before teaching you how to do your part.

Which was a big help. You had gotten better and managed to finish it off with Hyunjae by your side to guide and correcting you if there was anything wrong about your singing.

he was the most happiest man alive when you finished it. He ruffled your hair with a proud smile on his face.

“I’m so proud of you.” He told you.

“Thank you for being the one who could understands me the most jae.” you replied. His gazed softens. “Isn’t that was a boyfriend supposed to do? I’ll be happy to help you anytime baby.”

Nobody gets you more than hyunjae.

[fang-and-feather]

Bloom

Ikemen Vampire: Napoleon/Reader - Family fic

Prompt: Flower Crowns, from the spring showers spring flowers event hosted by @aquagirl1978 and @violettduchess and Peace, from Year of the OTP April by @yearoftheotpevent

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You laid on the blanketed area, watching with a smile as Napoleon carefully taught fencing to your little daughter. She had been insisting for a few days and he had finally given in.

While watching, you had the idea and started making a flower crown for each of them.

Sometimes you wondered if it was okay for her to learn. It wasn’t much of a feminine skill. Personally, you didn’t mind, of course, but questioned if it would affect her ability to socialize when she grew up.

No. It wouldn’t. Or you would make sure it didn’t. Let your little girl be who she wanted to be. Besides, she was too young for anyone to know if she wouldn’t change her mind. And then there were other things that would make her different from other people, things beyond your control. Things you wished you were better prepared to deal with.

For now, though, you just enjoyed the scene before you.

You always knew Napoleon was good with children as he taught a group in the city. None quite this young, though. And your daughter looked so focused and determined, but she was having fun. Whenever she did something wrong, she just giggled as Napoleon gently corrected her, then she went to try again.

You loved seeing father and daughter bonding.

You noticed her movements slowing down. Napoleon also noticed, but instead of calling the training out, he simply didn’t dodge the girl’s next attack, falling dramatically to the ground as the tip of the toy sword touched him.

Your daughter giggled and waits for him to get up, but when he didn’t, she dropped the sword and walked up to him, pulling at his arm.

“Come on, papa, you’re not dead.” Her initial laugh turned into a surprised yelp as Napoleon pulled her into his arms instead, and again into laughter as he tickled her. “Papa. Not fair.”

He laughed too, hugged the still laughing girl and picked her up. Still laughing, they returned to you.

“Mama!" the girl squirmed in her father’s arms, and Napoleon set her down so she could run to you. “Did you watch me?”

“Of course I did, little princess.” You kissed her forehead as she hugged you and settled one of the flower crowns over her head. “You will grow very strong, like your father.” You placed the bigger crown on Napoleon’s head while giving him a chaste kiss that made your daughter giggle and snuggle against you, hiding her face.

“Like her mother too.” Napoleon kissed you back. “Beautiful, strong, smart, and hardworking. Like you already are and more each day, right, princesse?” She didn’t answer, only looked up, seeming very pensive. “What is the problem?”

“Papa... can I still be a princess if I know how to fight?”

Napoleon laughed, but when the girl frowned, he tried to stop and patted her head.

“Of course you can. You will always be our little princess. Who said you can’t?”

“The princesses in the stories don’t know how. Only princes and knights fight.”

It was an interesting observation for her age. Children were so surprising sometimes.

“I think it’s about time we change that, then. Princesses should be able to defend themselves and the things they love.”

“Your father is right. Every girl is a princess, no matter what they’re like or what they do. And you’ll always be ours.” You both hugged her, and she laughed. “Besides, I know a story about a princess that knows how to fight and is very strong.”

“Yay! Story time!”

Napoleon sat by your side and the girl settled on her father’s lap, staring at you with these big jade eyes.

Story time was always fun for your family, although Napoleon was usually the one who insisted on reading for your daughter.

Was it right for you to tell a story from your time, though? But you did. Just between your family, it was fine, right?

Before the story even ended, your daughter was already asleep. You and Napoleon exchanged a look and a smile.

“Ready to go back, nunuche?”

“Seems like you really tired her.” You chuckled and stood up, starting to gather the things from the picnic.

Although he was already carrying your daughter, Napoleon insisted on carrying your things but, when you resisted, he let you do it and you two laughed about the situation.

Back home, Napoleon picked the flower crown from your daughter’s head and tucked her in bed.

While he did that, you hung both your crown and your daughter’s on the hooks in the wall. It was almost a tradition at this point, to make these crowns whenever the field was blooming and hang them until they dried.

“One more peaceful day.” Napoleon commented, hanging his own crown next to the others. “Thank you for being a part of this.” He kissed you.

“Save this for later.” You pretend yo complain, both of you smiling at each other. “But I should be the one thanking you. I never expected such a peaceful life, and you’re the one who makes me this happy.”

“That’s my line, nunuche.” Napoleon ruffled your hair and kissed your cheek this time. “I never knew I wanted a life like this, let alone that I would have it. Thank you.”

You two shared another kiss, longer and deeper and, this time, you didn’t even pretend to protest.

“And I’ll make you even happier.” You told him when you broke apart, reaching into the picnic basket you had left in a corner, to pick out a smaller flower crown you’d made while your husband and daughter were training.

Napoleon looked at you with confusion for a moment, then surprise and finally the smile you were expecting to see before he drew you into a hug. By the way he whispered your name, he sounded like he was about to cry.

You two stood there in each other’s arms for a while before Napoleon pulled away enough to look at you and, while still holding you in one arm, caressed your face with the other hand.

“You are the best thing that happened in my life, and that you are willing to grow this family with me is the best gift I could have. Thank you, mon amour.”

Chuckling, you leaned in to kiss him this time.

“You’re welcome, my prince.”

You knew that normal, peaceful life was exactly what made Napoleon happy, and you would make sure that happiness would continue to grow while you could, knowing he would do the same for you and both would make your growing family happy together, because that’s part of being a family, taking care of each other.

“How would you like to celebrate the occasion?” Napoleon asked, parting from you only to hang the new flower crown next to the other ones.

“I was thinking of a family trip tomorrow.” You approached and hugged him from behind, snuggling into his back. “But for today, why don’t you surprise me?”

Finding the will to write was difficult, but its not like I had many other things to do while recovering from my surgery... that may be the reason if anything feels off...

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