#Sorry i got sidetracked woah

[veemimis]

Chapter 12 : For a Friend

[504py]

ahh requests open !!! can i request yan!america headcanons or a short drabble ? your choice 🌼 thank you~

thank you for requesting anon!!! and so sorry for this being late omg this was supposed to come out earlier but i got sidetracked cuz i got sucked into stardew valley LMFAO 😭😭😭. but anyways, here it is!

Yandere America Relationship Headcanons

Gender neutral, manipulation, breaking and entering, stalking, long post ahead!

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How the relationship started...

A total cliché, but Alfred would go for a damsel in distress. He met you on the stairs passing each other, you tripped, and he caught you in his arms in the nick of time. You quickly apologize and thank him with an embarrassed smile, and you continue on your way. Alfred tries to, but he can't seem to stop thinking about that flustered expression on your face, the sound of your voice, and the way you felt under your clothes...

He tries to shake the feeling off, but he just had to bump into you again.

Alfred's second encounter with you was when you two were at the counter at the convenience store, and you were a dollar short. Him, being the hero he is, leans over from behind you and puts a dollar down on the counter.

You look at him, recognizing him as the dude who prevented you from eating shit at that staircase. You blush at the embarrassing memory.

"Don't worry about it." Alfred smiles boyishly, noticing that same flustered expression. He relishes in the feeling of your warmth against his chest when he leans forward, and immediately misses it when he pulls away.

"Th.. Thanks."

You take your things and go, and Alfred is up next to pay for his things. His eyes linger on you as you exit.

Alfred can't wait for the next time you two have a chance encounter, so he catches up to you.

"Hey, dude!" He calls out, approaching you from behind. His heart races a little.

"Oh-" You are a little startled, he feels kinda bad. "What's up?"

"Cause of that dollar I gave you, I had to give up my potato chips!" Alfred cries.

He's lying. He's hoping to god they don't make a crinkle sound under his jacket.

"Oh, shoot, I'm sorry. Can.. Uh, can I pay you back some other day? I don't have any cash on me at the moment."

Alfred smiles. "I can give you my number, and we'll make out the details then?"

"Y-Yeah, of course."

His smile grows wider.

Expectations...

Because Alfred is just oh-so sociable and has such a friendly, extroverted disposition, it isn't very hard for him at all to quickly become one of your closest friends, and, one day, when you two were stuck in the rain after a late night fast-food dash gone wrong, he confesses his feelings for you. You accept, and he kisses you so hard your lips bled a bit from the impact. Of course, he apologized like crazy. You two look back at it now and laugh.

Alfred does his best to appear like a normal boyfriend. He is one who cares a lot about keeping up appearances, so he'd hate it if his weird tendencies slipped through and made itself apparent to you.

Yet another cliché, Alfred is one who yearns for the perfect American dream sort of image. Alfred really likes clichés, they're easy to predict and he can control them. He likes kissing in the rain, he likes calling you cheesy nicknames, and he wants to get married and have a kid and a pet dog with you. And he expects you to completely adhere to that fantasy of his.

Luckily for you, he won't get too violent if you're not the best at keeping up that appearance, since he has other methods of keeping you in line.

Punishments...

Since Alfred highly values appearing like a run-of-the-mill happy couple, he finds it essential that you don't suspect him at all or see him in any negative light.

So he takes to some really dirty manipulation tactics. He'd start with scolding you lightly and emphasizing every time you slip up or make a clumsy mistake.

"Oh-! Woah, babe, you almost tripped again. Thank God I caught you.. You really can't go anywhere without me."

"Did you mix up the laundry again? Damn, that's the third time this month."

He mixed up your laundry on purpose.

"Shoot! The food's burning... Ah, don't worry! I'll just order some takeout, it's alright, honey."

He totally left the burner on high while you went to the bathroom for a second.

Alfred just wants to plant a seed in your head that you're rather helpless, and need his assistance for many, if not all things. And assuming this works, you'll start clinging to him much more than you usually do.

He wants more, though. He wants you to fear the outside world so much that you have no choice but to stay in his house forever and see him as the one thing that could protect you.

He would very likely stage a break-in to get you to that point. During a moment where you're staying in your own home instead of his, he'll don a ski mask and clothing that would make him unrecognizable to you, and late at night, when you're getting comfortable, he breaks in.

Alfred doesn't mind destruction, and that's including towards other people. Like Matthew, violence would be a last resort to him, however, Alfred is much more unforgiving.

..He won't be pretty about breaking into your home. Glass will be everywhere, he'll set off alarms, and he won't be shy about getting caught on your home cameras.

Although destruction isn't his main intent, he just wants you to know someone was here. He'll move your furniture around, knock frames off of the walls, and take a few valuables, like jewelry. Nothing you should miss too much.

Then he sees you.

He never really intended for you to see him, but, now he was facing you, and to your eyes, you were face to face with a stranger who just broke into your home.

Alfred sees the panic and fear boil over in your eyes, and right before you run or scream or are able to do anything— He rushes forward and grabs you. His heart is racing

Instead of saying anything, in fear you recognize his voice, he raises a gloved finger to his lips, telling you to stay quiet.

You nod, and you're crying.

(Alfred hates to admit a part of him finds this exhilarating, but the way you're crying because of him makes him feel so horrible).

He nods his masked face at you, and goes to your bedroom to collect a few more valuables (your underwear).

As he's leaving your home, he turns his head to see you on your phone, and he panics, thinking you've dialed 911. He hurries up and runs off to a secluded area so he could take off the outer layer of clothes he was wearing.

As he takes off his jacket, the phone in his pocket rings.

And it's you.

He's frozen for a second, wondering why you were calling him. Did you know it was him? What did he do that set you off?

He picks up.

"Babe?" He cringes at how his voice shakes. "What's up?"

Then you're crying his name like it was a prayer, telling him what just happened and begging for him to come over and pick you up.

And his heart swells. You came to him first for protection? You trusted him the most with your safety?

He grins, and he can't help the way his smile could be heard in his voice when he tells you he'll be there as quickly as he can. He's so happy he's trembling. Luckily, you're still too shaken up to notice his strangely cheery tone of voice.

Then now you're clinging to him, much more than ever before, trusting him with your life, and the only thing you fear is being without him. Just like he wanted.

Rewards...

Alfred REALLY likes physical affection. He does show his love in many ways, but he's so physical that it may come off as creepy. He likes licking your face, biting lightly on your shoulder, and sniffing whatever he can, even if it's some embarrassing area... He's like a dog, really. He also likes taking you out on cheesy dates, like going to Disneyland or going to a haunted house, and taking lots of pictures to flaunt the two of you's oh-so-perfect relationship.

He has this habit of resting his hand around your neck and sorta rubbing it. I'm not sure if he'd be into asphyxiation, but he finds the action rather intimate. The throat is a vulnerable spot, and him having it in his hand so casually makes him feel good. He also has this other habit where he likes to sorta tickle your palm with his fingertips. When he hears your laugh when he does this, he gets an uncharacteristically demure expression on his face, and looks at you with hearts in his eyes.

Silence is his love language, I think.

He spends a lot of time being loud and untamed, and maybe it's a defense mechanism, who knows? So these little moments where he allows himself to be quiet, to be quiet around you, are his favorite ones.

He wakes up really early, at least earlier than you do. Maybe contrary to popular belief, I feel like Alfred is somewhat of a workaholic, so he naturally tries to get a head-start on the day.

He used to hate waking up so early, but with you, it's now his favorite part of the day. The only thing he hates is getting up to leave you for work. But he thinks it's all worth it, because it's all for you.

It's so quiet. And you're here. And no one else is around. It's just the two of you.

It feels like he's not real, during these early mornings. He knows you are, though. You're everything that's real to him. He reminds himself that this isn't a dream by touching and admiring your face while you slept. He can feel your soft breathing on his skin.

Alfred rests his forehead against yours, and he doesn't say this out loud, since he doesn't wanna wake you up, but it's also because.. He feels like you just get him. He believes you two are soulmates, and that you'll just feel whatever he's thinking, even while asleep.

"I love you." He says, in silence.

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whew!! so sorry this got out so late, but here's the final request i'm doing for the 200 followers celebration! funnily, as i'm posting this, i've just hit 300 followers, so triple all my thank yous!! you guys are great! unfortunately, the requests got me feeling a bit burned out, so i'll probably do something different for this milestone.. i'm thinking i'll either do a "meet the artist", or do a whiteboardfox with you guys? i also have a whole bunch of ocs which were initially meant to be the main focus of my account, but not sure if that y'all would find that very interesting. please lmk what you think! thank you all again!!

[ask-robokasa-and-rui]

Chapter 4: Epilogue

And ever since then...I kept working and working...until she didn't need me anymore. She didn't set me free though. She kept me in a room because she knew I would tell someone. That was until Honarobo rescued me and we got out of that freakshow...

Oh...wait....but if you knew they we're killer robots...then why-

The blood was their own...

What-?!

They had human corpses inside them...I only thought they murdered Mafuyu and Ena but it seems they haven't stopped their plays...

T-then that means...Tsukasa...was a real person?

He is...or...was...but Robokasa is only based off of him. He was brought to life by code. Not a soul.

I see...are the other robots..?

Yes. Akito was one of our employees...Honami was our stage director. When Saki thinks you're no longer needed, you are needed for the robots. What's scummy is that our employees aren't known people. Not a lot of people know that they exist. So it's no crime for them to die and be replaced by robots.

I see...

What time is it, by the way?

It's uhh...six forty five! Why?

For safety...

Safety?

Mhm...and there!

Is he fixed?

Yep. Let me turn him on.

Kanade pushes the "on" button and Tsukasa slowly gets up.

Hm...Where?

Tsukasa! Oh thank goodness!!! Are you al-!! Right...?

When Rui looks at Tsukasa, he sees that one of his pupils is now a star symbol instead of a spiral

W-what's wrong with your pupil?

The star...that means..!

What? What does that mean?!

Rui? Are you alright?

I'm asking you that!!

I'm okay...no need to worry.

Hm...

I feel...weird though...

Weird?

Like...I feel...things...what's happening?

Kanade, do you know what's going on?

I think while fixing him, some of the old codes Saki made me write got into his system.

Is that a bad thing?

Yes and no. It's a no, because now Tsukasa will be able to feel emotions again. It's also a yes, because...

Because?

The real Tsukasa...may try and reach out to you...

The...real Tsukasa?

Real Tsukasa..? Am I fake...? Wait. Why am I saying that? Of course I'm fake! I'm a robot!

Woah! Tsukasa really changed. Is there a way to reverse this?

I can delete the codes if you want...

Please do that. I'm sorry but seeing him with emotions just feels wrong!

Alright...

WAIT NO!!!

Ah-?!

Ah...

I-I..I want to...

Tsukasa?

I want to...feel...emotions...I always...wanted to...feel them...!

I-Is he crying...?

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!

AAAAAH-!! Tsukasa!? He's crying out oil!!!

Hehe...Come on Tsukasa...it's alright...

Hic! I have emotion...! I'm so happy!! But-hic! Isn't crying a negative..?

It's natural.

Hic...Oh...

Okay Tsukasa...I suppose..how about this? If you ever feel uncomfortable about the emotions, tell us and we'll get that code out. Okay?

Sniff...mhm...

Now, we better get back home..WAIT!!! We don't have any cover for you!!!

Is that bad...?

Uhh yes!!

Darling!! Can you bring some clothes for Tsukasa? We need covers for him!!

Getting them!!!

After Minori gets Tsukasa covers. He wears a mask and turtle neck to hide his robotics parts. After Tsukasa wears them, Rui and Tsukasa say their goodbyes to Kanade and Honami before they leave with Minori.

Sigh! We got that problem fix!

So, Tsukasa. How does it feel to feel emotions?

Weird yet...comforting...but my emotions aren't like other people...

Everyone functions differently! That's what makes humans so great!

I see...

Don't worry! I'm sure you'll get used to it!

I hope so...

Maybe you'll work with us!

Oh yeah!! Tsukasa can be a maid! Ahaha!!

..hehe...ehehehe!

...! He...he laughed! He actually laughed! Hm...maybe this isn't so bad..but I shouldn't get sidetracked...Nene is missing. I have to find her...

Meanwhile...(A day later)

Bzzzt!! Ah!! Wha...where!? This place..I'm...I'm back here again?!

Nene was tied to a chair.

No no-!!

Don't try and struggle.

Huh!?

Mafuyu appears from the shadows.

Mafuyu...?!

Hello Nene-chan!!

Emu appears from tbe shadows.

Emu...

Now that you're here! I can finally start my plan!

What plan...what are you going to do to me?!

I'm not going to do anything to you! I'm not the type to kill~!

Yes you are. Don't think I'm dumb.

Hehehe...

Suddenly, Emu shuts off.

Huh-?

Emu?

Emu turns on

Ow...what the heck...Ah!? Nene-chan!? Why are you all tied up!?

What are you talking about?

Oh let me get you out of those!

Emu starts to untie Nene from the ropes. Nene was clearly confused and so was Mafuyu. Nene looks over to Mafuyu but her eye catches something else. A figure. A figure in Emu's shadow. It was a girl. A girl with short hair, looking back at Nene with wide, rage filled eyes. She looks at the clock. It's noon. What does that mean?

Chapter 4 Begins.

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[fayoftheforest]

rating the main five based on how sickly i think they’d be <3

(AKA I’m on my fourth cold since september and if i have to suffer then so do my blorbos)

Stan: 4/10. He gets nauseous quite a lot, but that’s typically to do with his anxiety and less a stomach bug. When he does get sick, he will keep powering through his daily life as if nothing’s the matter, until some kind soul goes “Woah, dude, you don’t look so good,” upon which he will realise that he doesn’t feel so good either, and then he collapses into a heap and crawls into bed until he’s feeling better. He has asthma, so sometimes that makes respiratory-related illnesses stressful and potentially dangerous, but he’s got a reliable stock of inhalers, and 1+ very stressed out caretaker(s), so he’s alright in the end, and usually recovers pretty quickly.

Kyle: 8/10. With canon and fanon as my witness, I do declare that is one sickly motherfucker. From the first snowfall he’s sniffling, and it doesn’t stop until the last of it has melted. But shitty immune system be damned, this boy can work a cold denial! He will keep strutting around no matter how down bad he is, insisting that he’s fine, like he’s genuinely fine, like no that wasn’t a sneeze followed by a painful coughing fit, you must have misheard, and yes his nose has always been that red, that’s perfectly normal actually, and get your fucking hand away from his forehead he’s not FEVERISH he’s FINE. Once he’s finally been wrestled into bed, he will lay there feeling deeply sorry for himself and worrying that he’s going to infect his caretaker(s), until he gets sidetracked contemplating all the things he has left to do today, and before you know it he’s puttering about the house again, and the cycle continues. 

Cartman: 3/10. He rarely gets ill, but you wouldn’t know it. It’d be too easy to dismiss him for a hypochondriac, but he knows exactly what he’s doing when he starts his woe-is-me speil over some suposed sickness. Over the years he has perfected faking illnesses into a fine art, to the point where unless you had good reason to be suspicious, you couldn’t separate his coughs, sneezes and general sickly presentation from the real deal. We’re talking Ferris Beuler level trickery here folks!! He generally abuses his talent to get out of school, work, or any unwanted responsibilities, but when the opportunity presents itself he will conveniently accidentally “sneeze” right on the back of germaphobic Kyle’s neck. Which is received about as well as you’d expect it to. (With rage, and threats of violence :)

Kenny: 6/10. The total opposite to Cartman, Kenny gets sick a little more than most, but is a master at concealing his illnesses. Kyle wishes he was on Kenny’s level. This guy could be on the brink of death and the only thing that would call attention to it is him ever so slightly clearing his throat, and then quietly apologising for it. If anyone does figure out that he’s sick, he won’t deny it, but he’ll certainly downplay it. He does not no how to handle sympathy directed his way, and reacts to any attempts at caring for him with awkward gratitude and a constant reminder that they really don’t have to be doing this right now. But, if shown just the right amount of kindness, he will break down sobbing because everything hurts and he’s just so exhausted and he misses being able to breath through his nose. After that he will fall asleep, and when he wakes up he’ll feel a bit better but extremely embarassed, and start apologising all over again.

Butters: 5/10. For once, he’s the most sensible of the bunch, because when he comes down with something, he’ll take a few days off until he’s back on his feet. But by god is he clingy when he’s sick. If you are not with him, he will be constantly texting you. If you are with him he will still be texting you because he may have lost his voice, but he’s still got plenty to tell you!! He also begins to feel very touch-starved, and becomes a lot more touchy-feely with others, which is welcomed by some, tolerated by others, and loathed by Kyle, because god fucking damn it Butters keep your icky germs away from him :(((

Anyway yeah those are my headcanons! I’d love to hear your own personal ratings too. Might make a part two for CATG if people are interested in my soft, loving sadism :)

[sunreisets]

What’s your name — Alex Albon x Lily Muni He

Author’s notes: Hey hey hey! so recently i’ve started an f1 au about 10 realms! This isn’t related to any of the lore I am planning but thought it would be really really cute to include this into the lore because I LOVE ALEX AND LILY’s RS SM THEYRE SO CUTE!!

anyways, I’ll attach a bit of some background information before you read this. I hope you enjoy it! first time exploring into this so hehe

also there is a feature of Carmen in here (for those who don’t know, it’s George Russel’s gf) and lily and her look really really close so I made them best friends in this one shot! i’m going to post more not lore related fics and one shots like these to test the waters <3 because I also haven’t finished planning yet AHAHAHA anyways enjoy!

Lily was a common girl in Frank, Williams Realm. Every morning, going to the nearby Merchant Street was a routine for her. She wasn’t going there only because she had to pick up groceries for her mother, she was also enchanted by the goods there.

Charms, fortune-telling shops and good food… what drew her in the most were stalls selling ornaments from other realms. Most merchants sold objects picked up from Mercedes Reich since there was a direct portal to the realm (which Lily wasn’t allowed to go to despite the countless times she had to beg her parents), but occasionally she would find stores that sold stuff from other realms. She would buy one or two objects and hide it away from her mother, as a collectible to show off to all her friends.

“Lily!” A familiar voice resounded from behind her. Turning around, her face lit up.

“Hello Carmen!” Lily said as she hugged Carmen tightly. “How was your trip to the Reich?” “It was great, really… I met this boy, really cute!” Carmen exclaimed, looking up in the sky dreamily, pink speckling her cheeks. “Anyways, I returned yesterday and passed by this street, saw that there was this young merchant. He was selling objects its origin I couldn’t even figure out!”

Lily’s eyes sparkled. New merchants selling otherworldly objects? “I’ll go check out that stall. See you around!” “Yep, he’s right over there, blonde hair, tan skin, asian…” Carmen pointed to her left.

Looking around, Lily spotted a blonde haired boy, laying his head on the table and fidgeting with a trinket.

Approaching the stall, Lily picked up one of the ornaments and her eyes widened. It was an elephant, carefully crafted with gold and decorated with precious gemstones. “Woah..”

“Hello, how may I help?” The boy turned his head to look at her, smiling awkwardly.

It was then Lily was able to study his features. Tan skin, beautiful hazel eyes. His hair was actually dyed, she realised as she noticed his dark hair roots beneath his blonde strands. He was handsome.

“Uh hello-?” He waved. She blinked, and her face turned a light shade of pink, realising that she had been staring.

“How much for- one?” She awkwardly stammered. “also… if it’s appropriate to ask, where is this from?”

The boy chuckled a bit. “It’s 6 pounds, and to answer your question, that is a trade secret, but I can tell you that it is from a place many here would not want to go.”

“Mysterious, I see…” she smirked a little, “anyways, I don’t really want to get caught by my mother because I sidetracked while getting her groceries…”

“oh i’m so sorry! here.” He sheepishly passed the ornament to her. She started finding coins to pay him, but he gently grabbed her wrist.

“Take it for free.”

Lily blushed a bit. “No, I- I’ll pay.” He shook his head, placing the ornament in her palm, as she clasped her hand around the cold metal of the elephant figure. “Use the money to buy more groceries instead.” He said firmly. Lily’s face got hotter as she bowed, thanking the boy, before running off to get the rest of the things on her shopping list.

“Wait!”

She turned around, looking at the boy.

“What’s your name?” he had asked.

“Lily, what about you, mysterious merchant?”

“My name’s Alex, Alex Albon”

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[ATTACHED: A video. Blake is seen entering the doors of Juniper’s laboratory, Snivy still on the shoulder. There, they’re greeted by the sight of the professor, Cheren, and Bianca all gathered around each other, murmuring worriedly. Oshawott is snug in Bianca’s arms, while Blake’s Tepig stands at Cheren’s side.

Juniper looks up from the two younger trainers, and gasps when she sees Blake come through the door, rushing over to them with relief flooding her eyes. “There you are! Arceus, Blake, you scared us all half to death!”

“Sorry…” They rub the back of their head a bit sheepishly. “I uh, got a bit sidetracked.”

“Oh, and Snivy’s with you! Thank goodness,” Juniper sighs, rubbing her temple. She notices the scratches on Blake’s face, and her brows crease with concern. “What happened to you? You look like you just crawled out of a Beartic den.”

“I might as well have,” Blake muttered, rubbing one of the sore spots on their arms. “But I did manage to finish that test you gave me! Look!”

They reach for their belt, unclipping two Pokéballs and showing them to the professor. With a click of the button in the center, they release a Pidove and a Tranquill onto the floor. The two birds coo in confusion, looking around their new surroundings curiously.

“Woah!” Bianca marvels, getting up from her come see.

“You caught a second-stage evolution?” Cheren observes, pushing his glasses up. “That’s… pretty impressive.”

“Thanks,” Blake grins, rubbing their nose and giving a shrug. “I was no big- GAH!”

The Tranquill suddenly flies up and starts scratching at them, prompting Snivy to leap off their shoulder and retreat to safety. Scrambling for the ball, Blake frantically waves the bird away and quickly recalls it to its capsule. “Okay, well I didn’t get it to like me, but-”

Juniper raises her brows in surprise, before breaking into a small laugh. “Still, not bad! You didn’t even do it with your own Pokémon. I’m impressed, how’d you get Snivy to listen to you?”

“I uh, didn’t,” Blake replies, crouching down to give the grass type at their feet a pat on the head. “This girl handled herself out there. Seriously, she fights like a champion-level Pokémon!”

Cheren crosses his arms at that. “How would you know how a champion-level Pokémon fights?”

“Uh,” Blake blinks in realization, stumbling to correct themself. “W-well, it’s just- uh- how I imagine a champion level ‘mon would fight.”

Cheren still seems to have a glint of his suspicion in his eyes, but Bianca just gives him an awkward glance before she turns to congratulate Blake. “Well, good job either way! I guess this means we’re all officially trainers now!”

“Haha, yeah…” Blake replies as they scratch the side of their face.

“That you three are!” Juniper declared, clasping her hands together. “I think you’ve all more than proved yourselves capable of filling the Pokédex. You’re free to go setting out on your journey any time you like, but since it’s pretty late, you’re all more than welcome to stay here for the night.”

“Ooh! Sleepover!” Bianca squeals excitedly. “Cheren, we haven’t had one of those since we were kids!”

“Because those kind of things are for kids, Bianca,” Cheren sighs, rolling his eyes.

Bianca just purses her lips at him in a pout, but her smile is quick to return as she looks to Blake. “You wanna join us?”

“Uh…” Blake looks off to the side, considering. “Sure! Why not?”

“Yay! Oh, this’ll be so fun!” she replies, giddy and shaking her hands with glee. “We can play truth or dare! Or two truths and a lie! Gosh, it’ll be way more fun having more than two people this time!”

Juniper smiles at the sight of the three youngsters’ getting along, before nodding towards the far side of the room. “I have a loft you three can share. If you need sleeping bags, let me know!”

With that, Juniper leaves the three to get ready for the night, disappearing off into the kitchen.

"We better get our Pokemon tucked into their balls for the night, too," Cheren adds, nodding towards the others before fixing his eyes on Snivy and holding its ball up. "Alright Snivy, come back."

The green snake Pokemon just stares at him, before glancing up at Blake. Instead of returning to her trainer, she clambers up Blake's leg, perching back onto their shoulder.

"Wh- Snivy?"

Adding to everyone's bewilderment, Tepig makes a snort and begins rubbing up against Cheren's leg, seeming adamant to stay at his side. He tries to step away, but the little pig stubbornly trots after him and continues to nuzzle his ankle.

Blake's eyes flick between the two starters, before a grin pulls at the corner of their mouth when they finally realize what's happening.

"I think I get it," They snicker, before digging into their pocket, where they've stashed Tepig's Pokeball.

Bianca's mouth forms an "o" shape when it hits her, as well. "Ohh. Tepig wants to stay with Cheren, and Snivy wants to stay with Blake?"

"What?" Cheren almost looks a little offended, but mostly confused as he tries to shuffle away from the affectionate fire type currently running around his legs.

"Tepig did seem to follow Cheren around like a lost puppy after we found him wandering in the woods all alone," Bianca recalled, pressing a finger to her chin. "I guess he likes you more, Cher!"

"But why? I hardly did anything," The boy huffed in protest, gently pushing Tepig away with his shoe. "I only managed to finish Juniper's stupid test cause of you and Oshawott, Bianca!"

"Oh come on, how are you supposed to say no to that face?" Bianca cooed, pointing to Tepig making puppy dog eyes up at his trainer of choice. "He's picking you, Cheren! And I don't think it'd be fair to Snivy either if she wants to be with Blake more."

Blake and Cheren exchange a look, Cheren's disgruntled and Blake's a bit baffled. "I'm only willing to trade if you are, man."

Cheren stands and contemplates for a moment, looking at how Snivy seems to snuggle right up to the older trainer while she'd been so standoffish to him before. He then turns his attention down to Tepig, who's currently rolling over his sneakers and oinking happily.

"...Fine," He slaps a hand to his forehead in defeat, digging through his pocket for Snivy's Pokeball. "Here. If it'll make the Pokemon happy."

He tosses the ball over to them, and in exchange Blake tosses Tepig's to him. Snivy lets out a content exhale, curling up happily on her new trainer's shoulder, while Tepig bounces up with a delighted squeal.

"It's settled then," Blake says, tossing the capsule up and down a few times while they smile over at Snivy. "Welcome to the team, King!"

"King?" Bianca and Cheren both say in unison.

"It's... uh," Blake shoves their hand into their pocket awkwardly. "It was kind of the name I was calling her in my head on the way back..."

"You were going to name my Snivy." Cheren deadpans.

"N-No! I just- it's what I thought I would've named her if I'd picked her!" Blake quickly tries to explain themself. "Came to me easier than a name for Tepig did..."

Cheren simply rolls his eyes yet again, a common thing for him it seems. He looks down at Tepig again, before bending down to pick up the little pig by the armpits. "Well, I guess you'll need a name too, then. How about... Ignatius?"

"I like it!" says Bianca. "It's very 'you'. We can call him Iggy for short!"

Ignatius gives an oink, and Cheren takes it as a sound of approval. "Alright then, Ignatius... Or 'Iggy' I guess..." He cradles the Tepig securely in one arm for a moment, before holding up its Pokeball and recalling it back inside. "Return."

He clips Iggy's Pokeball to his belt, and looks expectantly to his companions, waiting for them to do the same.

"Aw, do I have to keep lil Raindrop in his ball all night?" Bianca groans, snuggling her Oshawott closer to her chest. The little water type lets out a trill and kicks his feet, seeming eager to stay out as well.

"Pokemon have to stay in their Pokeballs, Bianca," Cheren gently lectures her, pushing his glasses up. "It's how you raise them with discipline."

"Fine... Raindrop, return..." Bianca grumbles, reluctantly holding Raindrop's ball up to his head and waiting for him to go inside. He gives a whine an and slumps a little in disappointment, but retreats back inside willingly.

Blake seems a bit confused as they reach up to scratch King under the chin. "What? You don't have to keep your Pokemon in their balls all night."

"Well-" Cheren seems a bit befuddled by their remark, giving them a scrutinizing look. "I guess, but you'll never get them to listen to you if you let them run around and do whatever they want while you're asleep."

"Hm." Blake doesn't seem too impressed by his line of thinking, but decides not to press on the matter. "Well, you guys do whatever you want. I'm gonna keep King out for a while- I wanna get to know her better."

"Tch," Cheren just clicks his tongue, before turning towards the loft Juniper agreed to lend them. "Suit yourself. C'mon, Bianca, let's go get ready for bed."

Bianca gives Blake a small wave, before following after him. Blake plops down on a nearby sofa, setting King down on their lap, and Rotom follows after them before shutting the video off.]

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[lost-in-reveriie]

*a pile of water appears washing away to reveal me* Well, that was unceremonious. ANYWAY

Addy hi! tis' time for your favourite part of ones day.

How are you today? (side note but im currently bent at a stupid angle so the sun isn't in my face but im comfy where i am lol - its usually directly on my face when i wake up in bed so thats poo - rn im sitting at my desk and comfortable and its just shining away on me. woah got sidetracked there sorry) How has your day been? (this ones earlier the the others i think ehehe)

also what do you think is the most interesting thing about you? and since the sun and I are currently besties.. sunrise or sunset? and whats your fave hairstyle?

how are you doing trying to find the blog hehe?

very ceremonious imo. youre like a sea goddess!!

ah yes, Emma, tis a pleasure in my routine

im doing good today!! (happy valentines ml <333) but... ive been kinda inactive again, and im so so so sorry about that!! (dont worry i liked that little look into your thoughts hehe) but how are you on this fine day :))

well apparently i can be funny sometimes (when i get to know people, im actually super duper awkward and anxious when i first meet someone). oohhh good one!! sunset cause theres so way im getting up early enough to see a sunrise. lately ive been wearing my hair kinda straightened, but i almost always wear it down (mostly cause my hairs short now). but before i cut my hair, i really liked french braids (but like 2 braids instead of one). what about you?

help i totally for got about that 😭 i way too lazyyyyy........is there any way......you could just tell me?? dont worry, itll be our little secret 🥺 (that sounded way less weird in my head)

also!!! i finished friends yesterday!!!

[iblis90]

Beginnings: Prologue Part 2

Footsteps pounded on the concrete as Kevin, it seemed, was running for his life as he almost tripped on his untied shoelaces. Recovering quickly, he dipped into an alleyway and hid while his bullies, who were the ones he was running from, ran right past the alley.

"Shit," Kevin thought as he quickly checked himself. Sighing in relief, seeing that his phone was undamaged, he called up his best friend David, who was technically his only friend.

D: "Kevin!? Where the hell are you!? Don't tell me you ditched me or something again!? Because if you did, I swear on all that is holy -"

Kevin rolled his eyes as he quickly checked out of the alley, seeing his bullies nowhere to be seen. Relaxing, he left the alley on his way home.

D: "Kevin!? Kevin!? I know you can hear me, dickhead!! Say something!! Don't tell me you've gone mute."

"Sorry, D. Got a little sidetracked, had to take a shortcut home. It was those assholes again, and I had to book it, I didn't want you to get involved in all that."

Stopping at a crosswalk, he ran his hand through his hair, messing it up to cover up the bruises on his face.

D: "Are you serious!? Those motherfuckers again!? They can't keep doing this. You should've told me and we would've dealt with them ourselves."

"I know D, but you and I both know that even if we did deal with them ourselves, we would have just gotten in trouble with the principal. Since one of those assholes is his son, I'm sure either of us wants to get suspended or worse expelled."

Kevin huffed, muting David temporarily, as he walked the pathway to his home, having already crossed the crosswalk. Taking out his keys, he unlocked the front door while listening in to make sure his parents weren't home yet.

Slumping with ease, he walked fully into his house, locking the front door. He ran into the kitchen, grabbed a soda from the fridge, and booked it to his room.

Kevin slumped in relief at finally being in his room, his haven. Throwing his backpack on the floor, he sat down in his computer chair, while messaging David to hang up so they could instead talk in discord.

Opening up Discord on his computer, he saw that David was already there and just sent a message.

Iminyourbasement: so, did you get home safely? Are your parents home? If they are, you know you can stay at my house if something happens again.

I'minyourwalls: I know, but lucky me, they're not home. Anyway, let's move on from this conversation since I have something important to tell you.

Iminyourbasement: What, tell me what? Kevin? What is it? What happened? Don't leave me hanging, dude.….. Kevin??"

Iminyourwalls: *drumrolls* I GOT SONIC FRONTIERS!!!

Iminyourbasement: That's great!! Wait, but it hasn't come out yet. Did you get early access or something?

Iminyourwalls: Well, I wish. But no, I didn't get early access, sadly. You see, the game that I downloaded was on the internet for free. And before you ask, I did check, and it's legit.

Iminyourbasement: Oh yeah. Of course, the game is legit, a game you found on the internet that HASN'T EVEN COME OUT YET!!!!

Iminyourwalls: woah, calm down D. Look, I checked, and it looked legit to me, and it was one-to-one with the shit that was leaked on the actual game.

Iminyourbasement: Did you at least check for viruses? And other shit that you need to check to make sure you don't get hacked?

Iminyourwalls: Yes. I checked all of that, I promise. And I played a little bit of it. It seemed good enough.

Iminyourbasement: You played it!? You know what, never mind, if you want to get a virus on your computer or get hacked. Be my guest, I have to go finish my math homework anyway. Seeya Kev!! ✌️

Iminyourwalls: Bye D.

Kevin sighed as he pushed away from his desk, accidentally kicking his backpack, which was still on the floor. He looks at it, dreading doing the math homework that they were assigned, which was due tomorrow. Looking between his computer and his backpack, he heard his parents come home while he was trying to make his decision.

Decision made, turning back to his computer, he booted up the bootleg sonic frontiers, pulled his headphones on, and played for hours while his parents called for him downstairs.

[deactivated-deadpool-anon]

💞💞💞

[reticent-writer]

Kokomi x child reader

Guard dog series

nickname: kokomi's guard dog

The soldiers had given you that name because for one you were a shiba hybrid being gorou's younger sibling and second you were hardly ever seen without kokomi.

Like today Kokomi had sen you off to deliver a letter to the Tenryou commission and by the archons you were going to deliver it no matter what was gonna get in the way.

First obstacle: Your brother

"here take this." Gorou made 4 rice balls for you and giving you rules since you where leaving for the day. You gladly took the rice balls and tried to tun off before he could give you a lecture but he grabbed you by the back of your shirt.

"Not so fast. Don't get sidetracked and don't get all of them in one go you'll get a tummy ache." he started " Don't wonder off so much after you deliver the letter. I'm giving 100 mora to buy a treat or you can keep it if you want and finally be back by nightfall." He finished the lecture by ruffling your hair and pushing out of his tent.

And now your journey begins.

you had gotten a boat to narukami island, waving off to the sailor and thanking him as you continued your way to the Tenryou commissions headquarters.

Second obstacle: distractions

Walking into Inuzuma the first thing you see is Yoimiya outside her fathers shop entertaining kids. You started to walk over but stopped before the first steps shaking your head. 'no i can't stop now i have to deliver the letter.' you thought as you started to walk again.

"Hey, Y/n I haven't seen you in a while. The resistance keeping you busy huh?." Yoimiya said walking up to you with kids your age following.

"Hello, yep very busy. I was told to not get distracted so im sorry but i have to go." You wanted to stay a bit longer but you were told this was very important and to deliver the letter as fast as you could.

"Aw thats a shame well at least take these, we can light them the next time you come by." She gave you sparklers and a firework. You gladly took them and gave her a rice ball. You waved her off as you started on your way again.

"Hey guard dog!" You heard turning your head to see Itto. You tried walking faster but he got to you quickly walking in front of you to pick you up by your arms.

"Hey, where are you off to little bud." He said holding you to his side as he started walking in the same direction that you were going.

"To the Tenryou commission I-"

"woah woah hold up why are you going there."

"To deliver something for lady kokomi." You squiggled in his arms to be put down which he did. "I would love to stay but I have to go for now." You saluted him off as he said you could visit the gang whenever you were free.

You would've wanted to stay longer. You liked itto and his gang's company but they were to much of a distraction from your job.

You had to stay on track.

Obstacles overtaken

Finally making it to the tenryo commission you successfully delivered the letter when you ran into Thoma. Literally.

"Oh sorry about that." He pulled you up and brushed you off. "Couldn't see ya there."

"Hello Mr. Thoma. It's alright I'm fine."

"Oh it's you, Y/n. It's funny running into you here all by yourself." He said rubbing your ears.

"Yep I was sent by lady Kokomi to deliver a letter. I'm on my way back."

"Oh well before you go would you like come with me to the tea house I have something for you." You thought for a little while before agreeing.

Making it to the tea house Thoma lifted you to one of the stols in front of the bar and told you to wait there while he got your gift.

While waiting you decided to take out the 3 remaining rice balls giving one to Taroumaru, you ate one and planned to give the last one to Thoma.

Thoma came out with his hands behind his back. Coming up to you with a big smile on his face.

"Tada!" Thoma pulled out a back pack that matched your outfit. "Everytime I see you, you have a tattered bag so I thought you could use a new one."

You grabbed it hugging it to your chest. "Thank you Mr. Thoma. Your sewing looks perfecional." You look at him with stars in your eyes.

"Don't mention it it's the least I could do for someone who so young yet works so hard." You hopped off the chair giving him a hug and a rice ball.

You see the sun through one of the windows starting to go down. You having off to him as you run to the shores to find a boat.

Luckily you found one and got back to go round and Kokomi in time.

"Did you deliver the letter." Asked Kokomi kneeling down to your height putting a hand on your head. You nodded.

Mission successful: A++

[drarrily-we-row-along]

Day 135: Off Guard

Harry sat up straight and stretched his neck, rubbing at the knot that had formed while he weeded the garden. There were some things that magic could do but just felt better to do the muggle way and Harry had always found that gardening was one of them.

Besides, gardening helped him to keep his mind off of Draco and the idiot that he was moving halfway across the bloody country with.

Ah. And there he went again, thoughts spiraling away, racing after someone who was never truly his but had still somehow always felt like he was supposed to be.

There was the crack of apparation and Harry jumped, twisting around to see that Pansy had appeared right in the middle of his garden. "Oy!" he shouted at her, "Get off of my carrots!"

"Potter, honestly," she grumbled, "What the hell is wrong with you?"

He scowled at her, "You know what Parkinson? You can piss off. It's not a great day and-"

"What are you still doing here?" she asked in exasperation.

He blinked, momentarily sidetracked from what he'd been rattling off at her, "What?"

"Why are you still here?" she said gesturing around with a mild look of displeasure on her face.

"Where else would I be?"

"Oh, I don't know," she said sarcastically as though the answer should have been obvious, "Stopping Draco from getting on a train that's going to isolate him with that complete wanker of a boyfriend-"

"Why me?" he protested, "You're his best friend."

"And you are the love of his life!" she exclaimed in complete frustration.

(Read more below the cut)

"What?" he repeated.

"Potter, come on," she groaned. "He's been in love with you for years."

"Why doesn't he tell me, if that's the case?" he asked, folding his arms over his chest.

"Because he's as stupid as you are!" she shouted, stomping a stiletto'd foot into the ground and probably smashing some of his vegetables. "Because the two of you have made us all suffer, watching and waiting for you to fucking figure it out, but you're both idiots! And now he's going to leave because he thinks that you don't love him and it won't matter to you when he's gone. And you're just going to let him because you think that sacrifice is all you're good at."

"He loves me, too?" he whispered.

She rolled her eyes, "Yes. Now are you going to stop him from leaving or aren't you?"

He nodded once and then stood so he could apparate, ignoring that he was stepping on his radishes as he did so. When he got sucked back into existence, he immediately started running, looking for that shock of platinum hair that he recognize anywhere.

When Harry caught sight of him, he was standing in a queue, waiting to board the train.

"Draco!" he shouted, shoving his way through the crowds, "Draco!"

The other man turned his head and caught sight of him when Harry was several feet away. "Harry?" he asked, ducking under the fence and stepping out of the queue. "What are you doing here?" he asked, eyes raking over Harry's disheveled, dirty clothes.

"I'm in love with you," he blurted. "And I should have told you everyday and I know it's shitty to tell you now, but honestly Zach is a bastard and we all hate him. And I just-"

"Woah," he said, holding up a hand, "Harry what?"

"Don't go," he said. "Please don't leave."

"You're going to do this now?" he asked incredulously. "You've had years to tell me! Literal years! And you're going to wait until," he paused and cast a tempus, "three minutes before my train leaves to tell me?"

"I'm sorry," he said, "Pansy said-"

"Oh, bloody Pansy," Draco said, throwing his hands up in the air. "I should have known, the cow. Look," he said, taking a step back, "I'm leaving. I'm tired of waiting for my life to happen, I'm tired of waiting for you to love me-"

"But I already love you-"

"It's too late," he said, shaking his head. "It's too late. I've got a job set up and a lease I just cosigned on for a new flat," he took another step back from Harry. "You're too late. I'm sorry."

He turned around and Harry watched as he slipped back into the line that was now mostly through and climbed on the train without a backward glance.

He watched the train pull away, leaving him standing there without quite knowing what to do. And he stood there for a good while longer as people bustled around him, heading to their destinations; coming and going, living their lives in a way that Harry had been too afraid to.

After what could have been minutes or could have been an hour for all it mattered, he disapparated, back to his little cottage with the lovely garden in the back.

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Several hours later, Harry was sitting in front of the fire holding a book and trying to force himself to read it, but mostly thinking about Draco when a knock on the door caught him off guard.

He turned his head and shouted, "Go away. I'm not in the mood for company."

There was another knock, more insistent this time and Harry threw down the book and stormed over to the door, throwing it open.

And revealed Draco, standing there in the doorway, glaring at Harry. "Did you mean it?" he asked.

"What?"

"Did you mean it?" he repeated. "What you said at the train station?"

He nodded quickly, "Every word."

Draco looked at him for another long moment, eyes darting between Harry's before he stepped forward into Harry's house and kissed him.

Harry groaned and melted into the kiss, tugging Draco closer and pulling Draco's bag off his shoulder and throwing it on the floor out of their way.

"I can't believe you!" Draco growled as he nipped at Harry's lower lip, his hands slipping up under his shirt. "Why did you wait so long?" he asked as he pushed Harry back against the door frame.

"You could have-" he broke off, "Oh," he whimpered as Draco sucked at his jaw. "You could have said something, too," he protested.

"I sold my house!" the other man protested. "I literally have no where to live, I gave up my job, and-"

"Stay here," Harry said, kissing him again. "Godric, Draco, never fucking leave me again. Stay," he repeated.

And so Draco did.

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Day 134: Break Up | Day 136: Long Drive

[winterflash-2019]

Moving day

Pairings: Barry Allen x reader

Warnings: implied smut

Summary: You and Barry were finally moving in together. Moving with the speedster isn’t as easy as you thought

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Barry finally asked you to move in with him. You’ve been dating for 4 years and it’s always a hassle packing overnight bags back to back which makes laundry day even longer so when he finally got tired of his hesitance and being upset when you left the next day he decided he needs to man up and ask you...which you said yes.

“Baby, where’s my box of clothes? I thought I brought them in first” you asked but didn’t get a response from the speedster

“Barr?” Still no response. You sigh and get up, deciding to look for the clothes yourself until you felt a harsh wind against your face.

“Y/n aren’t you supposed to be unpacking?” Barry asks while holding 10 bags of big belly burger.

“Well yeah but I thought you’d help too. This is your place after all baby. I dont know where you want me to put things” you were getting a little frustrated. If he really wanted to he could unpack and put away all of your items in 2 seconds but that was only if he wanted to and for a speedster he sure is lazy.

“Just put them wherever. This is your place now too. This is our home” he places the bags down and gently grabs your hands before placing a tender kiss on your head which relaxes you for a bit.

“Okay but can you please help me?” He chuckles at the little pout you give.

“Okay okay I’ll help baby.” Next thing you know another harsh wind blows in your face and Barry’s back in front of you except he has your bras in one hand and lace underwear in the other.

“Woah baby I knew you wore lace but this is a new level. When was I going to see these?” He asks with a little grin on his face

“Well if you must know Mr.nosey. I bought new lingerie for tonight as a way to celebrate us moving in together but since you’re not being so helpful change my mind” you say sassily before taking your lingerie out his hands and put them back in the box. You felt arms around your waist and light kisses on your neck.

“Nooo baby I’m sorry! I’ll start being helpful. I just got sidetracked by your-“ you cut him off with a kiss and giggles at his stuck facial expression.

“Sincr you did say you’ll start being helpful. Here.” You grunt as you pick up the heaviest box full of your college text books and drop them in his arms. He didn’t show any sign of it being heavy for him. The strength of your handsome boyfriend always surprises you. There were at least 4 thick textbooks in there. The hardback ones too.

You finally decided to go back to unpacking and rearranging your things until you heard a gasp from behind you.

“Woah babe I didn’t know you had Attack on titan collector’s edition! Cisco would love this” his eyes lit up like a kid in a candy store as soon as he spotted it.

“Yeah, it was a birthday gift ffrom my grandpa” you say quietly while sorting through your things. Usually you’d be so full of energy along with him but you’re too tired. You stayed up till 4 am trying to pack all of your things while Barry was out doing his nightly patrol around the city. He offered to skip and help but you didn’t want to take him away from his lovely flash duties. The sleepiness was catching up to you fast though and you were getting quite annoyed with his antics now.

“Baby. You’re awfully quiet. You okay?” He asks with a sincere tone but you couldn’t snap at him. Instead you looked over with a tiny smile.

“Yeah baby just...really tired. I didn’t get much rest and unpacking is taking longer than I thought it would”

“Hey hey it’s okay. I’m sorry I haven’t been much help. You rest in the bedroom and I’ll take care of unpacking okay?” He rubs your arms softly as reassurance and you thank him with a kiss on his cheek.

“I love you Barr” you say softly

“I love you more beautiful” his compliments always make you blush. You yawn and go to the bedroom, Barry watching you with admiration on his face.

He uses his speed and everything is unpacked. Your clothes is now in his closet, your collections are all put away safely, your comfy throw blanket is now apart of his living couch, and your little knickknacks are hinted all around the main room. It’s a great balance of the both of you. Your things definitely made his place get some life into it. He decided to make lunch while you’re asleep to past the time.

A few hours later and you woke up to old time rock and roll on blast downstairs. You huff, blowing a loose strand of hair out of your face. This is the millionth time you’ve woken up to Barry doing the risky business dance and at this point it’s become a part of your routine.

You quickly get up and go downstairs. Half way down you can see some of your things displayed around the room and you smile. You already feel welcomed at your new home. It makes you relax completely and soon you join in dancing with Barry. Silently thanking he took over this time and that the next moving day is another year or two from now when he proposes to you in the home you both purchased together.

[lovewithasideoffries]

her sister; his girlfriend - part 2/3

summary: When Y/n gets a phone call finding out about the death of her sister, she's worried. The only thing that could make this situation even worse? When she finds out her 4-year boyfriend, Eddie Munson, is somehow involved.

warning: swearing again, still not proofread

word count: 1598

Part 1

As promised, Y/n burst through the doors of Family Video within the next 5 minutes. Thankfully there were no other customers there at the moment, or else she’s not sure she would’ve been able to spot Dustin and his friends. 

As soon as she saw him, memories of playing DnD with the 7 or 8 year old version of him came rushing back. But the person who really caught her eye was none other than the former-asshole: Steve the Hair Harrington. 

“Hey kiddo, Harrington,” she greeted, her tone switching from light to snarky between the two. “And I’m not sure I’ve had the pleasure of meeting you two.”

“Uh, Robin,” the other Family Video worker introduced herself, and Y/n turned to the redhead.

“I’m Max.” 

“Well, Max, Robin, it’s an honour to make your acquaintance, my name’s Y/n.”

“Right, Dustin said you have a lead for where Eddie is?” Max asked, skipping to the point. 

“Okay, yeah, so, you probably know that Eddie’s a drug dealer-”

“You really downgraded from dating me, Cunningham,” Steve muttered jokingly under his breath, interrupting you. 

“Bitch, you cheated on me and slut-shamed my best friend, I’m pretty sure I could’ve dated literally anyone and it would’ve been an upgrade, shut up.”

“Ookayyy, now I can see why you didn’t want me to call Y/n. Anyways, back to where Eddie is,” Dustin intervenes, not wanting them to get sidetracked. 

“Right, sorry, it was just a joke, I get that, I apologise. I’m just on edge because of… Chrissy,” Y/n explained. “But yeah, Eddie gets his drugs from a guy named Reefer Rick and I’m almost 100% sure that he’s hiding out at his house.”

“Okay, well why not just go to this Reefer Rick’s house then?” Steve questioned. 

“Right, I definitely didn’t think of that, thanks Steve. It’s ‘cause I don’t know where his house is, it’s not like drug dealers are advertising their location to everyone.” 

“Okay, well, did Eddie ever mention this guy’s last name?” Robin asked, starting to pace.

“No, I don’t even think Eds knew his last name. It’s not really something you want to give out during business deals.”

“I bet the cops know his last name,” Steve commented off-handedly. 

“What?” Max said. 

“Cops,” Steve repeated. “I mean, listen, if this Reefer Rick is actually a drug dealer, I guarantee he’s been busted at some point. Means he’s in the system.” 

“The cops? Really, Steve? That’s your suggestion?” Dustin asked. 

“I mean, I just think, at this point, they should probably be filled in on what we know, what’s going on.”

“You think Eddie’s guilty, don’t you?” Dustin accused. 

“Woah, woah, woah! I believe is innocent until proven guilty, all that constitutional shit. I just- you know… just don’t think we can rule it out.”

“That’s precisely what we’re trying to prove here, Steve.” Max said. 

“And maybe, we’d have a little more luck if you spent less time trying to find a girlfriend, and more time trying to find Eddie.” Dustin’s tone started to get a bit angrier. 

“Ok, well somebody has to tend to the customers!” Steve defended.

“Especially if they’re babes, right?” Robin asked, winking. 

“Hey! Not fair, okay? I attend to all customers equally, babes and non-babes alike. We’ve got a very big selection in here, alright? It can be super overwhelming for these people.”

“Yeah, it can be,” Robin smiled to herself. 

“What are you doing?” Y/n asked as Robin turned around and started typing on the computer. 

“Maybe we don’t need a last name,” she replies.

The rest of the group gathers around her, watching as she hits the enter button and 12 different accounts with the first name Rick pop up. 

“12 Ricks have accounts here.”

“That’s a lot of Ricks,” Max comments. 

“So let’s narrow it down.” 

Once the 5 of them had decided which Rick was Reefer Rick, they immediately hurried out into Steve’s car and sped toward the location: 2121 Holland Road. 

Because of Rick Lipton’s house being located in the middle of nowhere, the drive there was long and pretty awkward, with Y/n smushed in the back seat with Dustin and Max. Thank god she wasn’t stuck in the middle seat. 

“So, Dustin, how have you been?” she asked, trying to break the awkward silence. “High school turning out to be not so scary after all?”

“Pretty good I guess, especially now that Eddie’s take us in. Before that it was rough.”

“Oh my god, bullies pick on you?”

“Yeah, fucking Jason decided he wanted to turn his whole basketball team against us.”

“Wait wait wait, Jason Carver?”

“Yeah, you know him?”

“Ugh, unfortunately. He’s dating Chrissy- or… dated Chrissy, I guess.” Y/n’s voice lost its cheerfulness as she was once again reminded that her little sister was gone. The conversation died down after that. 

The rest of the ride was filled with silence, Yn quietly humming as she listened to some music through her headphones, and hushed conversations between Steve and Robin, mostly about someone named Vickie. 

They arrived late at night, and somehow, after getting no sleep for the past 24 hours, Y/n was still up and running. 

Dustin aggressively rang the doorbell, once, twice. And when no one answered, again, knocking a bit too. 

“Okay, well, that’s settled, I guess he’s not here,” Steve said. 

“Eddie! It’s Y/n!” 

“Great,” Steve rolled his eyes. 

“Look we just wanna talk, okay?” Dustin added, ignoring Steve’s annoyed quips. “No cops, I swear, we just wanna help.”

He banged his fist against the door, still ringing the doorbell, as Y/n started travelling around the house, shining her flashlight through every window she found. 

“Reefer Rick!” Dustin shouted.

“Don’t scream that,” Steve reprimanded. 

“Hey, guys?” Y/n called out, the rest of the group going over to see her pointing her flashlight at a rusty old shed. 

The group hurried toward it and timidly circled the shed, until they found the door unlocked.

“Hello?” Robin called out, peeking her head inside and slowly going in. “Is anyone home?”

“What a dump,” Steve commented. 

After a couple minutes of searching, Steve grabbed an oar he found and started attacking a crate covered in a tarp.

“What are you doing?” Y/n glared at him.

“He might be in here.”

“Yeah, okay, and just fucking attacking him is gonna do wonders, Harrington. What the fuck is wrong with you? Just take the tarp off!”

“If you’re so brave, you take the tarp off!”

“Oh my god, Harrington, there’s nothing to be brave about, it’s just Eddie!”

“Okay, right, and you’re sure that ‘just Eddie’ isn’t going to hurt you?”

“Yes, I’m sure!” 

“Hey, look over here,” Max said, the bickering between Y/n and Steve stopped. “Someone was here.” She pointed her flashlight at a table covered in empty bottles and wrappers. 

“Maybe he heard us. Got spooked and ran,” Robin suggested. 

“Don’t worry,” Dustin said sarcastically, “Steve’ll get him with his oar.”

“I know you think you’re being funny Henderson, but considering that almost everyone in this room has nearly died a hundred times, personally, I don’t find it funny in the slighte-” 

Steve was cut off by Eddie jumping out from one of the crates with a broken bottle and pushing him toward the closest wall, glass at his throat.

“Woah woah woah! Eddie! Eddie! Stop!” Dustin screamed. 

“Eddie,” Y/n spoke calmly, keeping herself at a distance, but close enough that he could see her face, “Eds, it’s just me. It’s Y/n, okay? And Dustin, and that’s Steve, you remember Steve right?”

“He’s not gonna hurt you,” Dustin stressed, helping her out, “Right Steve?” 

“Right, yeah,” Steve whispered. 

“Steve, why don’t you drop the oar slowly?” Y/n suggests, groaning when he lets it go and it hits the ground loudly, further startling Eddie. “I said slowly, Harrington!”

“Eddie, Eddie, baby… I promise nobody here wants to hurt you? Okay?”

“What are you doing here?” he asks in a hushed whisper. 

“We’re looking for you. We’re here to help. These are my friends,” Dustin says, “This is Robin, you know Robin from band. This is my friend Max, the one who never wants to play DnD. And, look! It’s Y/n too!”

“Eds, we’re on your side. I promise! I flew down here to help you, Eddie. I swear, all we wanna do is help!” 

It took him a moment, but Eddie gave in. Letting Steve go and walking toward Y/n, his eyes crazed. 

“Hey baby,” she whispered, slowly wrapping her arms around his waist as he plopped his head on to shoulder. His breaths were laboured, and she knew then that he was still in shock. 

Carefully, Y/n brought one hand up to his hair, tangling her fingers between his soft locks. His fingers laced with hers, the hand previously wrapped around his waist clasped tightly with his. 

“Y/n,” he whispered, holding on to her tight. 

“Hi love.”

“You- you don’t think I did it?”

“I know you didn’t do it, Eds. And I wanna know who really did, that’s what we’re tryna figure out here.”

“Right, if you could tell us what happened, maybe it would help us do that?” Robin added in softly. 

Eddie pulls away from his girlfriend’s hold, looking into her eyes. “You won’t believe me,” he says, his voice breaking. 

Y/n looks over Eddie’s shoulder and locks eyes with Dustin. “Do they know?” she mouths, and when he nods, she turns toward her boyfriend. “Try us.” 

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DIABOLIK LOVERS Para-Selene Vol.5 Sakamaki Laito [Track 4]

Original title: 信じられるもの

Source: Diabolik Lovers Para-Selene Vol. 5 Sakamaki Laito [CD not owned by me]

Audio: Here (37:53~53:32)

Seiyuu: Hirakawa Daisuke

Translator’s note: Laito talking about his true feelings for the MC is honestly A+ content. As much as his HDB route disturbs me and the whole ‘nfu~’ thing doesn’t do it for me either, I have to admit that Laito is probably the most complex and interesting character of the franchise. (Or at least in the top 3) because the plot of his CDs is always so good. I had high hopes for this one since the Para-Selene series is generally very good and thank god Rejet did not disappoint me. uwu 

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Track 4: What I can Believe

*Rustle*

“Nn...Mmh...Where am I...?”

 You look around, asking if he recognizes the room.

“...Haah...It’s the guest room. At a certain castle in the Demon World.”

You tilt your head to the side.

“Right, I guess you don’t know. The words you spoke to me here...What I wished for... ーー And how I was changed forever.”

*Rustle*

“You can’t recall, you can? Even though this most definitely would count as an impactful memory. I guess my existence is only worth that much to you, huh? ...Just kidding. I suppose I’m in no position to say that as the guy who was just messing around up till now. First I was pushed around by your memories, and now my own memories are doing the exact same. Laughable, isn’t it? I feel like a clown.”

You frown.

“Say...The Paraselene Syndrome can be...cured, right?”

You ask him what the Syndrome is specifically about.

“A disease caused by the Paraselene also going by the name ‘Paraselene Syndrome’. It’s the name of the illness you’ve been infected with. As far as I know, those infected lose their memories during the time the paraselene is out. These lost memories turn into hallucinations, affecting anyone who happens to be near, locking them into an illusionary world. Therefore, the illusions will end once the person regains their memories. However...I forgot one important detail. What if...they don’t remember? 

Laito takes a seat on the bed.

*Thud*

“Haah...Nobody ever told me that is impossible. You might forget about our time spent together forever. As we are stuck reinacting past memories for eternity. Hilarious. I was out here getting sidetracked by the pleasure in front of my eyes, without realizing just how dangerous this situation we’re in really is. Even though that isn’t the kind of fun I’m looking for.”

You sit down next to him.

“Fufu...What’s gotten into you? Taking a seat next to me like that. Are you feeling pity towards me, perhaps?”

You express your worry.

“Pfft...Fufu...Fufufu...I can’t understand that. Why would you be worried about me? To your current self, shouldn’t I be someone you’d wish to avoid at all costs? Because unlike you, I do remember everything. How much you disliked me when we first met, for example. Hmph. Yet, in the end, you found yourself caught in my grip as I slowly but surely worked my way into your heart. (1) ...Hilarious, don’t you think? It truly is laughable. ...At one point, you’d even start saying you ‘love’ me and I tooーー ...I finally realized that I felt the same towards you.”

You listen carefully.

“But the person I love isn’t the one you are right now...It has to be my Bitch-chan...”

You tell him you’ll try your best to remember.

“Hmm? Are memories really something you regain through effort alone? Although if you claim you’re willing to remember for my sake...”

*Rustle*

“...You’d still cooperate with me, even if I were to try and kill you, right?”

Your eyes widen in fear as he pins you down.

*Thud*

“...An intense experience. Those can become the trigger to regaining your memories. Do you know what that means? That your memories are more likely to come back, if I treat you horribly. Can you truly entrust yourself to me, when you’re looking at me with eyes full of fear like that?”

You nod.

“...!! Ah...Why...? That’s pure hypocricy. You’re simply pitying me.”

*Rustle*

“...Don’t get too full of yourself. You don’t even have memories, so how dare you say that!? Right now, you’re just pretending to be a Saint! The moment your life is in true danger, those sweet words will most definitely turn ugly and rotten.”

*Rustle*

“You’ve got such a pretty neck. I’d probably have no trouble squeezing it shut. Like this...”

Laito starts strangling you.

“...You poor little thing~ Gasping for air~ Is it suffocating?”

*Rustle rustle*

“Fufu...Fufufu...I don’t intend to kill you or anything. I’m only waiting for you to reveal your shameful true nature. Aaah~ You seem to be suffering.”

*Rustle*

“Woah there...~ That was close. You can’t faint on me now, can you? ...Fufu~”

You take a deep breath.

“Exactly...You should use this opportunity to take in as much air as you can. Because soon enough...You won’t be able to breathe again once more.”

Laito kisses you deeply.

*Smooch*

“Ahn...Mmh...”

*Smooch*

“...Fufu~ The inside of your mouth is completely dry. Should I moisten it up with your blood? It feels good to get sucked from your tongue, you know? Haahn...”

He bites your tongue.

*Sluuuuurp*

“Mmh...Hah...! Haah...Ah...It tastes delicious, mixed in with your saliva. Aahn...”

*Gulp*

“Mmh...”

*Gulp gulp*

“...Hah...Say...? Don’t you think it feels great to have me suck your blood while you’re struggling to breathe? With your consciousness growing faint, doesn’t it feel like the pleasure is slowly travelling through your entire body?”

*Rustle*

“Look at you slouching...~ You’re not throwing in the towel already,are you? I mean...You were going to regain your memories because you just felt so bad for me, no? In that case, you have to go all the way. ...Or do you want to run away after all?”

You shake your head.

“...I wonder why you’re this stubborn. I don’t exist within your memories. And your body is shaking like a leaf. I can’t imagine you would do this out of any other reason but hypocricy. ...Or were you simply left unsatisfied by this? In that case, savor it with all your might. The pleasure I give you, that is. Well then...I suppose I should suck from your chest next...~?”

*RIIIIIIP*

“Ah-aaah...Look at that expression of yours. How shameless. ...Say, why don’t you try fighting back like before? Come on. Hurry!”

You refuse.　

“Kuh...! Why...are you trying to accept me? Not a single one of your memories have returned, so why are you pretending as if you know me!?”

You explain that his situation hurts you emotionally. 

“Why are you experiencing heartache over this? There’s no reason for you to be suffering...The one who is hurting...is me! ...Exactly. It hurts. Very much so...I want you to love me from the bottom of your heart...”

You suddenly embrace him.

*Rustle*

“...Ah! ...Bitch-chan...? Are you sure it’s safe to do this...? You can’t guarantee what I’ll do when you embrace me like this, right?”

You tell him you want to trust him and learn to love him once more.

“...!! Those are...some very dangerous words to speak right now. (2) ...You’re going to make me believe that you will accept me for who I am, with or without your memories. Say...Can I believe in you? Will you truly...love me?”

You nod.

“Ah...I feel the same.”

He returns the hug.

*Rustle*

“Bitch-chan...You truly are a strange girl. You are probably the only one...who can rouse my emotions this much.”

*Smooch*

“...Does your neck hurt? ...I’m sorry. I grabbed it too tightly. Will you let me make it up to you...? I’ll blow your mind with pleasure...Haahn...Mmh...”

Laito bites you once more.

*Gulp gulp gulp*

“...Ah~...”

*Sluuuuurp*

“Starting to feel better? I’m sucking you gently after all. ...Nfu~ You’re making a cute expression. ...You like it when I drink your blood from here, don’t you? Mmh...”

*Rustle*

*Gulp*

“Ah...Nfu~ I knew it. I can tell just how good it feels for you from the slightest twitch of your fingers, you see? That proves just how many times we’ve repeated his action. Mmh...”

*Gulp gulp gulp*

“Bitch-chan...Hold my hand...”

You hold his hand.

“I’ll pour my heart and soul into you. So...Give me your feelings too?”

You agree.

“Mmh...Thank you...”

*Gulp gulp gulp*

*BZZZZZZZZZZZ*

*WOOSH*

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー 

Translation notes

(1) Literally he says that she slowly had her heart melted by him.

(2) Laito uses the term 殺し文句 or ‘koroshi-monku’ which is a ‘clincher’ or a ‘pick-up line’ in English.

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Proper Date

(Spencer Reid x Reader)

The one where Spencer and Y/N go on a proper date after being kidnapped together.

Part 2 of Unwanted Matchmaker: Read Part 1 here :)

A/N: makes minor references to Part 1, but can be read without reading it. ENJOY SOME SPENCER FLUFF! i got a little carried away...but it’s worth it! thank you to @theamuz , @andiebeaword , @yourwonderbelle​ for requesting a part 2! 

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Luckily enough, Friday came sooner than Spencer had thought it would. He was finally able to take a break from the team. Y/N had texted him Friday morning to confirm the date. She hadn’t stopped thinking about him for a single moment ever since they went their separate ways the day of the fateful kidnapping. She never thought she’d ever be thankful for such a situation.

She was nervous, she knew very little about the Dr., but had gathered bits and pieces of him on the days she saw him at that coffee shop. She thought he was gorgeous. She also thought she may have imagined it when she caught his eyes lingering on her once or twice, but the imagination became set in stone when his face broke into what seemed like the most adorable shy smile that could possibly appear on someone’s face. She should have talked to him then, but she would have been late to her class. She couldn’t have been more glad to go on a date with him.

Spencer had gotten off work two hours early to ensure he had enough time to be nervous while getting ready.

“Woah, where you goin’, pretty boy?” Morgan asked as he watched Spencer begin to pack his things.

Spencer rolled his eyes, he should have timed his exit better, “Uh...I have an appointment?” He made an attempt to lie. 

“You always this nervous going to appointments?” Emily chimed in.

“Wait, wait, what day is it?” Morgan asked.

“Friday.” Emily replied.

A knowing smile made a home on Morgan’s face, “Aha! Pretty boy’s got a date!” Spencer quickly shot him a look that screamed, ‘how did you know?!’, “I may have overheard you talking to the girl the day the unsub took you.”

Once again, Spencer rolled his eyes, “My God, can’t I have just one thing to myself? Just once?” He tried to hide his smile though.

“Nu-uh, not when it’s making you this nervous!” Emily pointed out, noticing how Spencer’s hand was turning white at the intensity it held onto his bag.

“Well, Emily, it’s not every day that I have a date with someone who is practically the embodiment of beauty.” Spencer uttered with a slew of exasperated hand motions.

Morgan let out a chuckle, “Calm down, kid. She seemed really into you. I’m sure she’s just as dorky as you are.” Emily smiled endearingly at the youngest member of their team and nodded.

“Yeah, haven’t you guys been in contact like..all week? She wouldn’t have done that if she wasn’t interested.” She added and noticed the slight drop of Spencer’s shoulders. Maybe they were right, he probably had nothing to worry about. He nodded and began to smile.

“Go get her, kid. Just try to keep the statistics at a minimum.” He joked around before Emily interjected quickly, “No! Be yourself!” Spencer laughed and gave them a double thumbs up before quickly saying goodbye and heading home.

He called the restaurant to double check his reservation and tried to pick out an outfit that wouldn’t scream, ‘I got off work two hours early’. He showered, shaved, and attempted to style his hair, but it was too much of a task to tackle, so he left it to do whatever it pleased. He decided he’d stick to his normal attire with a white and blue checkered button down, a navy v-neck sweater and a matching blazer to elevate the look. He contemplated whether or not a tie would make the outfit over the top, but then remembered that the restaurant would be quite fancy and added it anyway. He left his house a half hour early to make sure he had enough time to pick up a bouquet. That was romantic, right? People do this all the time, right? He took a deep breath and reminded himself to stop stressing. He decided to get her red flowers to match the dress she wore when he first saw her. She was wearing a white dress with a motif of small red flowers with black centers, it was safe to say she blew him away that day. 

He checked the time and saw that it was still early, so he texted her. They had agreed on meeting at the restaurant, but he just couldn’t wait to see her.

“Hey, would it be okay if I picked you up instead of meeting there?” She lived closer to the restaurant anyway and he wanted to ensure her safety any time he possibly could.

“Yeah, sure! I’ll send you the location.” She did just that and Spencer made it there on time, of course.

He took a deep breath as he stood at her doorstep with the bouquet of flowers. He gave himself a miniature pep talk and knocked on the door three times. Spencer hoped the knocks were louder than his heartbeats beating relentlessly in his ears.

Y/N’s heart leapt as she heard the knocks, “Coming! Just one second!” She made her way over to the door, struggling to put in one of her earrings. 

She opened the door for him, “I’m sorry, I’m almost rea-” She breath caught in her throat as she took in the sight of him. She admired his every angle, he looked immaculate to say the least. She’d only noticed that she dropped her earring on the floor because she followed his eyes to where it lay.

“You..um, dropped your..” He stuttered, turning red. Was it him who made her nervous? She laughed nervously and retrieved it quickly, putting it on. He cleared his throat to try to regain his composure from seeing her, “You look...stunning.” He let out a breath and shook his head as if to clear the fog in his brain that she unintentionally created, “Oh! Um, and these are for you!” He extended the arm holding the bouquet. 

She smiled and accepted them graciously, “Oh, these are beautiful, you didn’t have to trouble yourself, Dr. Reid.” He loved the way his name sounded coming from her.

“It was nothing, really, it’s the least I could do, and please, call me Spencer.” He smiled and she mirrored it instantly.

“Come in, Spencer. I’ll put these in a vase, put on my shoes, and we’ll head right out!” He watched her as she disappeared into her apartment. 

A sparkly, form-fitting black dress adorned her figure contrasting to the flowy nature of the dresses Spencer had usually seen her in. He tried not to profile her apartment as much as he could, but he was too curious not to. He saw unfinished canvases and the apartment smelled vaguely of paint thinner. He admired her paintings but also tried not to snoop. She came out of her room, completely ready, and saw him staring at her paintings.

“Uhm, those aren’t quite done yet.” She stated shyly, “I have a habit of getting sidetracked.” She giggled and gestured to her unfinished paintings. 

He smiled as he turned to her, “I’m sorry, I didn't mean to poke around.” He stated quickly but she just smiled at him, “These are incredible, I don’t believe I have a single artistic bone in my body.” He laughed.

“Yeah, right! That can’t be true.” She teased. 

Spencer grinned and checked the time, “Are you all done? We should get going. I hope you don’t mind walking there.” She nodded and they made their way out. The restaurant was a short walk away and the whole time Spencer fiddled with his hands in his pockets nervously except for when he was describing something, a habit he had. They arrived at the restaurant.

“Good evening, reservation for Dr. Reid.” Spencer said and Y/N hated the way her stomach went into a fit of somersaults at that. That was a lie, she kind of loved it.

They were seated and they could finally make uninterrupted eye-contact. She smiled at him and Spencer hoped his swooning wasn’t too obvious. They ordered their food and made conversation as they waited.

“So, Spencer, how did you get into the FBI?” She asked as she propped her chin on her hand. Her gaze was enough to send Spencer into the next dimension.

“Believe it or not, I’m unbelievably athletic.” He joked and she bubbled with laughter. Spencer couldn’t take his eyes off her as she laughed, determined to never stop her from doing it, “seriously,” he continued, “they took one look at me at the academy and were like, yeah we need this dude chasing down bad guys immediately!” She laughed again and shook her head.

“Aw, come on, don’t bring yourself down!” She smiled wide and took one of his hands that were resting on the table. Spencer’s heart soared at the action and was glad it was different from the way it felt as she clutched his hand when they were kidnapped together.

“I guess the FBI needed me because well...serial killers and criminals often have a tendency to create puzzles that are seemingly impossible to crack, and I just so happen to be very good at cracking those puzzles. I usually do that by analyzing their behavior. I work for the Behavioral Analysis Unit.” She could tell he was being humble, but she couldn’t help but be impressed.

“Aren’t you a Doctor? I’m assuming PhD?” She saw him blush.

“Uh, three actually.” He looked off to the side bashfully. Her jaw dropped at his humility, but he just smiled, “In Mathematics, Chemistry, and Engineering…” he paused, “as well as degrees in Psychology and Sociology.” She laughed in somewhat of a shock. Spencer knew his credentials were impressive but for some reason her validation seemed so important to him.

“What….how? How old are you?” She gawked. 

He laughed, “I’m 30. I graduated high school at the age of 12. I have an IQ of 187 and can read 20,000 words per minute. I have an eidetic memory which basically means I can remember lots of information accompanied by the ability to recall things with accuracy which of course came in handy while I was getting those PhD’s…”

“Wow...” was all she could say, she suddenly felt insignificant, but her smile never faltered. He had no intention of making her feel that way and she knew that, but she had no idea how she possibly landed a date with a...genius.

“Yeah...it kind of overwhelms people, I hope you’re not too intimidated.” He laughed shyly. She giggled, how could she be when his awkwardness made him oh so endearing.

“I’m not gonna lie, it’s a little intimidating, but they are amazing accomplishments and you have every right to be proud of them.” She assured him by squeezing his hand, just like he did hers when she was nervous. He appreciated the gesture and they grinned at each other.

“So when did you start painting?” He asked her as he took a sip of wine.

“All my life, it seems. I couldn’t think of anything else that I wanted to do. There’s something about the way the paintbrush feels in my hand. I don’t know, I guess I wanted to add more color into people’s worlds…and I love kids! I just knew I had to teach them.” She gushed and he admired the way her eyes sparkled.

“You know there are countless studies that support the idea of painting as a stress reliever. Actually, there was this one study where…” he continued to ramble and Y/N seemed to hang onto every word. He was so adorable in the way that he described things and bounced from one topic to another. She didn’t interrupt him once, not even when the food was set down on their table. He only stopped when he felt the warmth of her hand disappear from his so she could start eating. She peered at him curiously, wondering why he stopped.

“Sorry,” he grinned, “didn’t realize I’d been rambling.” 

She shook her head, smiling wide, “If I knew half the things you know, I would want to share them with everyone too. I love it.”

He hadn’t expected her response but he was grateful because she hadn’t belittled him like most people do. They ate as they shared stories from their lives. Spencer noticed how the wine added a flush to her cheeks and he wondered how much more beautiful she could possibly get. She insisted on feeding him a piece of her meal but she couldn’t reach that far across the table and Spencer thought that was adorable. He’d had to lean forward just to have some, the interaction made his cheeks ache from smiling. Soon, they finished their food and Spencer took care of the bill, Y/N insisted she’d take care of dessert. 

They got up and headed out of the restaurant. They were greeted by the soft chill of the nighttime. Spencer had noticed immediately how Y/N’s arms instinctively shot up to hug herself and shield her body away from the cold. He took his blazer off and placed it on her shoulders. She blushed at the warm gesture and gladly slid her arms through. 

She smiled up at him gratefully, “Thanks, Spencer. Are you sure you won’t get cold?” The way she slipped her arm through his and hugged his arm almost made him forget to reply. 

“I’m good, this um, sweater vest is warmer than it looks.”

He usually shied away from touch, but if there was one thing Spencer was sure of, it was that he never wanted her to let go of him. They walked in the moonlight. Conversation with her came easily. They found themselves in front of the coffee shop where they first learned of each other. It seemed it only fit to celebrate their first date there. They walked in and the woman behind the counter beamed as she saw the two of them walking in together. It was like she knew. She greeted Y/N and the Dr. gleefully and happily took their order. Spencer physically had to bite his lip to keep from smiling too much. They sat down where Spencer usually sat with his books.

“The first time I saw you sitting here, you were literally zooming through a book. I thought you’d had to have been looking for a specific quote or something, not actually reading it!” She giggled as she took a piece of the carrot cake they’d ordered. She didn’t want to let go of his warmth, so they decided to sit next to each other. Spencer didn’t mind that one bit, he’d taken his hand out of his pocket and laced his fingers through hers, their arms still looped in one another’s.

He nodded at her words, taking another piece, “The first time I saw you, you were just walking in, with your earbuds in. I was quite literally blown away.” He sheepishly admitted. She was taken aback by his sweetness and she shook her head. This man had to be too good to be true. She looked up at him and placed a gentle kiss to his cheek.

“I never thought I’d say this but...I’m so glad I was kidnapped.” She said and that sent the both of them into a roar of laughter that made the entire coffee shop jealous of what they had.

Part 1

[provider-of-pronoun-checks]

okay so i'm gonna separate this into, like, validation and check.

pronoun and name validation, we've got... crim, quinlen, amara/mara, lacey, reverie, lichen, and any combination or nickname of those!! and pronouns: coi/coir/coir/coirs/coirself, syr/syr/syrs/syrs/syrself, star/shine/stars/shines/starshineself, mrrp/mrrps, sun/light/suns/lights/sunlightself, ce/cer/cer/cers/cerself, fae/faer, mew/meow/mews/meows/mewself, fir/frog/frogs/frogs/frogself, cel/cele/celes/celes/celeself, glim/glimmer/glims/glimmers/glimmerself, dai/daisy/daisys/daisies/daisyself, chai/chia/chais/chias/chaiself, ae/aer, lov/love/lover/lovers/loveself, and🗽/🗽s (hehe)

name checks bc i'm conflicted: grace/gracie, sunset/sunnie, hayley, gabrielle, with any of the pronouns i listed above + she/her

sorry this is so much!! i love you, it's okay if this takes a while <33

Of course darling! Love you more <33

Checks first!

Oh look it's Grace! Gracie is so ridicolously cool, she really deserves the world. Like, Grace is so stunning, and I love all of Gracies names. I hope Grace doesn't mind that I'm using Gracie's names more then pronouns in these, I figured since it was a name check that's how I should do it for Grace, but as always if Gracie doesn't like it I can change it!

Yoooo Sunset is here! I love Sunnie's names, and the way Sunset spelled Sunnie's names is just. So cool! I wonder how Sunset came up with these names? Or maybe Sunnie was just thinking one day and was like "Hm. I think I like these names," which would be very cool of Sunset, that's how I got the name Magnus.

Woah!! Hayley is here!! I love the way Hayley spells Hayley's name, it truly is such a pretty way to spell Hayley! Like, oh my stars how did Hayley come up with such a cool spelling of Hayley's name?

Ayyy its Gabrielle! I love Gabrielles name! I wonder if Gabrielle likes it? Well, I suppose this is here so that Gabrielle can find out! I got sidetracked while doing this paragraph of Gabrielle's check, so if Gabrielle thinks this part is a little out of place that might be why!

she/her

Look over there at her! She's so cool, and she is just so pretty. I hope she knows how pretty she is! Plus, she has an amazing fashion sense. And her voice! Her voice is so pretty, both when she's speaking and when she's singing. Her singing is truly stunning! I hope she knows that <3

Validation!

Crim says coi doesn't mind how long syr check took, but I still want to apologize to shine. I was trying to do mrrps check last night, but then I fell asleep as I was typing it for sun.

Amara has really cool names, here's hoping Mara knows that! I love making nicknames out of cer names, for some reason it feels really nice and cozy. I hope mew doesn't mind that this part is a lot shorter, when I have long lists I usually only do one per for validations.

Quinlen is just, so incredibly cool. I love frog to the sun and back, and I hope cel knows that. Glim is really important to me, and I hope this check makes daisy happy <3

Lacey truly has such amazing taste in xenos and pronouns, I hope Lace knows that. I think I'm actually going to end up using a lot of chais pronouns 2 times, because I overestimated the amount lov sent me! I love 🗽s statue of liberty pronouns, and I think it's very cool that coi sent them here.

Reverie is one of my qpps in case y'all didn't know that! I imagine if you didn't know how many times I said that I loved syr would probably be kind of confusing. Star is so cool, and mrrp truly is an amazing qpp, and I hope sun knows I'm very happy to be by cer side. I love faer to the stars and back <3

Lichen also has a really cool name here! Once I accidentally mixed mews name up with willow, and I don't think frog or me could figure out where that came from. And! Cel has nothing to apologize for, I encouraged glim to send this, so I have absolutely no idea why dai is apologizing, and I hope chai knows ae doesn't have to. I realize now I didn't realize faer ae/aer or fae/faer earlier in the check. Uh. Ae is really cool and I hope fae doesn't mind that I forgot to include some of aer pronouns!

Anyway! I hope lov has a great day and that 🗽 takes care of coirself!