#also ​the notebook and the banana

[artemispt]

Carlos debriefing with Williams after testing

[bluesidez]

GymRat!Miguel Part 2

content warning: mentions of food because big boys gotta eat, there’s a ref photo for an outfit in here that is unfortunately NOT a plus-size girl 😞 (I couldn’t find a big girl wearing an outfit like that for the life of me, but let’s use our imagination), 18+ towards the end so MDNI!

word count: 1.7k (not very drabble-like, ik) kinda proofread

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GymRat!Miguel who wakes up when his 6 am alarm rings, eyes tired and bleary. His roommate is sound asleep, thank god, and Miguel is just staring at the ceiling for a good 10 minutes before he decides to move. He has an 8 am and he needs some type of breakfast before he heads to class.

GymRat!Miguel who uses the college cafeteria to his full advantage. He made sure that his dad’s money went to the highest meal plan. One free meal plan a day and a loaded campus card for everything else. He stacks his plate high with everything the cafeteria is offering today. Sausages, eggs, 2 bananas, a blueberry muffin, and a protein shake he brought from his room.

GymRat!Miguel who made friends with one of the cafeteria ladies, Ms. Beatrice, by the third week of school. She noticed how much he visited the cafeteria and always snuck him an extra treat from the kitchen when she saw him.

“I missed you last Tuesday!” she says, squeezing his shoulder when she walks up to his table. She slides a wrapped egg sandwich across the table. “I was saving some extra cookies for you, but you were nowhere to be found.”

Miguel thanks her, happy to have something light for later, “Ah, I was stuck in the library doing a group project. Sorry about that, Ms. Beatrice.”

“As long as you’re getting your education, I don’t mind,” she says, hands on her hips. “Don’t go out there skipping class now, ok?”

“You don’t have to worry about that,” Miguel says, waving her goodbye. His mom would kill him if that ever happened. Not that he would tell her, she just had a sixth sense for his “fuck-ups.”

GymRat!Miguel who makes it to his class fifteen minutes early to arrange his part of his desk to his liking. Sometimes he feels so embarrassed when he needs to grab something in the middle of class, his ears hyperfocusing on every little noise he makes in quiet, crowded areas. He always makes sure to get out his laptop, a pen, a pencil, a highlighter, a notebook, some white-out, and a water jug. He prefers to be over-prepared.

GymRat!Miguel who’s feeling anxious when the sorority girls pass by his table, giggling and twirling their hair. They attempt to make conversation with him, speaking ill of the professor. He just nods along for the sake of being a gentleman. He thought the professor’s Millennial attempts at Gen Z jokes were kind of funny, albeit very 2010. He didn’t have the heart to tell them he actually enjoyed the lectures.

GymRat!Miguel who’s never been more excited for a lecture to start in his life. He didn’t know many more “wow”’s snd “that’s crazy”’s he had left in him. The noise of the ice hitting their plastic coffee cups as they struggled to get every drop out was starting to grate against his ears. He missed you and your sticker-covered water bottle. He looked over at his jug and smiled when he saw the ‘Game Over’ sticker you gifted him before the last lab. You noticed his joystick keychain and felt that his water bottle was empty.

GymRat!Miguel who declines the girls’ offer to join them on a morning jog after. He liked to work out in solitude and morning jogs with them would mean conversation. He would also have to be extra conscious about what he wore. No older lady walking her dog needed to spot him jogging with shorts that were too short for his own good and a tank top cut so deep that it was like string on his chest.

GymRat!Miguel who decides to head to the library in between class to kill time. He figured he can see if there are any science fiction he can check out to read in his free time. As he walks there, he opens Instagram to scroll. No, he has not been checking the app since this morning to see if you let him in, he’s not a freak. He stops walking when he checks his notifs to see that you accepted his follow request. He wastes no time to click your page again and is bombarded with tons of photos.

GymRat!Miguel who has to close the app immediately when he sees your first photo. It's a picture of you outside of a restaurant in a knitted two-piece. The top is open just a bit to see your chest and the long skirt is low enough to see a part of your stomach peeking through. Your smile is radiant and the caption is something about congratulating someone. You look delectable and Miguel can’t afford to run back to his dorm to let his mind wander over it right now.

GymRat!Miguel who gets another notification as he steps into his dorm room after his last class of the day and sees that you’ve liked and commented on his most recent post. It’s a mirror picture of him flexing his arm after his last work out. His shorts are riding high on his thighs and the curve of his ass is very noticeable. Gabriel had blew up his phone with voice memos of him cackling after he posted it.

“Looking good!! 🫣 Get those gains Miguel! 💪🏾”

Miguel runs a victory lap in his dorm room, thankful that his roommate wouldn’t be back until that night. He’s jumping and punching the air excitedly as if he were a boxer. If he wasn’t fearful of busting his ass, he’d do a backflip. Take that, Gabri.

GymRat!Miguel who decides to go back to your account, running on the hype of that one compliment from you. He stares at that first photo again, still mesmerized as if he didn’t see it earlier. He gives a like and starts typing.

“Wow…”

No, that’s corny.

“Loving the blue…”

Is he a frat guy?

“You look stunning”

Was that too much? He decides to add on a heart eyes emoji, afraid he might be coming on too strong.

GymRat!Miguel who goes a little further down your page. There’s a photo of you in a crochet cover up, your swimsuit peaking through the material. He groans as he slides to the next picture and the top of your cover up is off and it’s just a view of your back with your bikini string wrapped around it. Your lower half is in the water and if he can imagine it just enough, he can feel himself right behind you, taking in the view of your ass against him.

He’s hard. Again.

He decides to just let everything hang while he has the dorm to himself. His boxers are to his ankles as he sits on the bed, back against the wall. He keeps staring at your swimsuit pictures. Your breasts pushed together while you lean over the boat. Your hips swaying in a clip of you dancing with your friends. Your stomach on display as you lay in the sand, ready for him to squeeze.

He grit his teeth as he played the clips over and over again, his hand moving fast to bring him his relief. He closed his eyes and imagined he was there, watching you swaying before him. He would join you, grab your hips and let you guide him in the dance. He felt faint as he let go, voice shouting and white splattered across his shirt and fist.

He breathes fast, trying to calm down. He decides to like the photo dump and comment some aimless beach emojis under the post. It was the least he could do after using it to get off. How embarrassing.

GymRat!Miguel who jumps when his phone dings again. He was prepping to go to the gym when your response comes flying to his phone. His heart picks up when he sees you replied to his comment.

“That is so sweet of you to say! 🥺 Thank you 🥰”

He doesn’t know if you took it as a friendly gesture or a sign that he wanted you. Either way, he’s over the moon. There’s a pep in his step as he blasts Super Shy in his ears on the way to the gym. He had a new motivation to push harder in his sets.

GymRat!Miguel who tacks on 10 extra pounds during his arm workout. The guys in the gym are eyeing him in wonder and horror as he uses the 70lb weights for tricep extensions. He thinks of seeing you in lab later that week and decides to do some hip thrusts.

He can never be over-prepared.

GymRat!Miguel who decides to take a picture at the end of his work out to post on his story. He’s sweating, hair dripping towards the ends, his chest glistening. The angle is awkward as he moves the camera below him and flexes an arm for the picture. The story was meant for one girl and one girl only, so he didn’t really care how silly it looked to others.

GymRat!Miguel who almost fist pumps on the walk home when you like his story and leave a reply. He checks the private messages, grin on his face before he even reads what you have to say.

“Looks like you had a nice workout. I might have to join you next time and get some tips 🤔”

Miguel swiped the app up and texted Gabriel:

“Don’t ever question my game again”

"? Wtf are you talking about"

Miguel opened up his messages with you again and replied to text him whenever and he’d be happy to help.

GymRat!Miguel who winds down for the night, scrolling on his phone before he closes his eyes. Of course you posted a story and of course he pressed it within record speed.

It was a photo of you laying down all bundled up with a cute ‘good night’ gif moving across the bottom. You had on a spaghetti strap tank top and if your blanket wasn’t in the way, he’s sure he would see more than that.

You looked soft, adorable, kissable.

He liked the story and responded back a “good night” and closed his phone. He wanted you to visit him in his dreams once more.

dividers by: @gigittamic 🩵

a/n: tumblr mobile kept deleting full paragraphs of my draft. not happy about that because I kept losing my flow. 😒 it happened like THREE TIMES 😭

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[im-so-normal-iswear]

Can i ask headcanons of ford/stan(separate)with a s/o with postpartum body? While s/o thinks that she is not that atractive anymore ford/stan mind goes bananas over the body changes of their s/o after having a baby

A/n: I hope these were okay lol, haven't written for Stan so idk how well I did.

Stan/Ford pines x postpartum reader

Ford Pines:

Ford notices your insecurities long before you even express them. He’s incredibly observant, always attuned to your emotions, and he can sense when something’s off.

You may think you’re hiding it well, but the way you avoid mirrors, wear looser clothes, and shy away from his touch doesn’t go unnoticed.

When you first voice your concerns about not feeling attractive anymore, Ford is baffled. You’re his partner, the person he adores, and it’s impossible for him to even comprehend how you could think you’re anything less than stunning.

Ford has always been the smartest man in the room, but hes still head over heels when it comes to you. The changes in your body post-pregnancy make him feel even more connected to you. In his eyes, your body has been through something incredible, and he respects and cherishes every mark and curve that came from it.

Ford is soft-spoken when it comes to matters of the heart, so his reassurances are thoughtful but gentle. He might sit down with you, take your hand, and explain how much your body amazes him now.

“You carried life, you’re stronger than you realize, and I love you for it.”

He’s always been fascinated by how the human body works, but seeing the changes firsthand on the person he loves makes it personal. Every time he runs his hand over your belly or your hips, he’s in awe, not just of the science behind it, but because it’s you.

He becomes more physical after the baby is born, constantly touching you, holding your waist, or trailing his fingers along your stretch marks.

He’s curious about every new detail, (he most definitely has a notebook filled with sketches of you, and notes of your behavior post pregnancy)

If you ever push him away, thinking he doesn't like you from the changes, Ford is shocked. He can’t fathom how you could think such a thing.

If you ever feel disconnected from yourself or your body, Ford will go into research mode. He’ll gather books, read articles, and even talk to professionals to understand how to best support you.

He wants to help you feel good about yourself again, not because you need to look different, but because he wants you to see what he sees, someone extraordinary.

Stan Pines:

Stan is more direct than Ford, and when he notices you avoiding his gaze or pulling away from him, he’s immediately concerned. He’s not great with feelings, but he knows something’s bothering you, and he’s not about to let it slide.

“What’s goin’ on? Why are you hiding from me sugar?”

Stan’s not one to tiptoe around an issue, so when you finally tell him you don’t feel attractive anymore, he’s genuinely confused. In his eyes, you’ve never looked better, and he’s completely dumbfounded by your insecurities.

Stan’s attracted to confidence, sure, but he’s also always loved you for being real. He doesn’t buy into superficial standards of beauty, and the fact that your body has changed after having a baby? That just makes him even more obsessed with you.

He’s the type to immediately wrap his arms around you and pull you close, his rough hands holding you tightly against him.

“You think you’re not attractive? Babe, you’re drivin’ me nuts over here. I can’t keep my hands off ya.”

Stan doesn’t see stretch marks, softness, or weight gain as flaws; he sees them as badges of honor. You carried his kid, and to him, that makes you even more incredible. He’ll kiss every mark on your body, his lips trailing over your skin as he whispers about how proud he is of you.

He’s much more vocal and less subtle than Ford, so expect Stan to shamelessly compliment you every chance he gets. He’ll walk by and slap your butt with a grin, or wrap an arm around your waist and pull you in for a deep kiss.

“Lookin’ better every day, doll.”

If you ever tell him you feel like your body isn’t what it used to be, Stan just scoffs. “Good. ‘Cause I didn’t fall for what your body used to be, I fell for you.” He’s not about to let you think he’s shallow enough to care about any of that.

Stan loves to show off his affection in public too. He’ll have his arm slung over your shoulder, pulling you close as if to say, this is mine, and I couldn’t be prouder.

If you’re feeling down, he’ll sit you down and lay it all out.

“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. You’re the mother of my kid, and I’m damn lucky to have you. So stop talkin’ like you’re not good enough, ‘cause that’s bull.”

He’s not a man of flowery words, but his actions speak loud and clear. If you ever doubt how attractive you are to him, all you need to do is catch the way his eyes roam your body when you walk by. He’ll smirk, his eyes filled with mischief, and say something like, “If you think I’m lettin’ you go to bed without me tonight, you’re wrong.”

Stan’s appreciation for your postpartum body is raw and unapologetic. He loves everything about you, and he’s more than happy to remind you of that every single day.

A/n: I forgot about these for a day

[redflagshipwriter]

Nest Swap 3 (baby Tim wakes up in Red Robin's life)

This was without a doubt the best day that Tim Drake had ever had. It was probably the best day any Drake ever had, actually. He was never going back to elementary school. He would use a laser on anyone who tried to take him there. There was probably one here, actually. He set off looking for one.

He found a notebook and a clicky pen with six different colors that he used to take a note about everything he found, to get his thoughts in order. After he had inventoried all the coolest stuff in the secret hideout, he went back upstairs. He was yawning too much to do a lot tonight and anyway, he had to be up in the morning to help Miss Fox. He had important responsibilities to uphold, just like Mom.

Going to bed presented a little bit of a challenge. He dug through the drawers to borrow pajamas, nose wrinkled up at how terrible these clothes were. Most of them were boring. They were way too big, of course. It troubled him.

He dug under the sink and found some super concerning things. He looked in a plastic box in the bathroom closet and eventually found a package of spare toothbrushes. Tim felt a little gross about borrowing toothpaste from a stranger's tube, but he didn't see a way around it. He brushed his teeth, washed his face with something he found in the main bathroom, and took a fast shower.

Tim stood in the main bedroom for a while, pursing his lips. It was where he found all his cool stuff, but it was probably personal space. “I think it would be presumptuous to sleep here,” he decided. He gathered up the electronics and their cords and hauled it all into the next bedroom.

He crawled into bed and tucked himself in. He was out in a matter of minutes, even though the hallway light was still on.

He woke up when he woke up, because he totally forgot that he didn't have an alarm set here. Oops. Tim had a sinking feeling in his stomach as he crawled across the bed to check the time.

It was 9:34 already!?! He was late for Miss Fox! Tim scrambled to open up the email- and breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank gosh,” he said. He put the phone in his pants pocket and shuffled to the kitchen.

The weight of the phone pulled the pants down to his knees.

“Ugh!” Tim shouted, because he could. He took the phone out and hiked the pants back up with one hand. He kept complaining, because it was fun. “Terrible pants,” he scolded them. “Falling down, in this economy?” His voice went up way too high when he quoted his dad's favorite complaint while reading the news. Tim cheerfully waved his hands around and channeled his Mom next. “As per my last email!” He ended it with a foot stomp.

Wow, that one was fun. He felt powerful. He decided he was going to use that one today. Tim put the phone and tablet on the table and made sure the volume was up. Then he tried to find breakfast. He knew alllll about breakfast, and so did the guy who lived here.

Usually Ms. Mac made it if his parents were gone, or Dad made it if they were home. But Tim knew the formula. For breakfast, you pick a piece of fruit, a carb, and two drinks. If you're fancy, you have a hot serving of protein.

And Tim? Tim was fancy.

He picked a banana out of the fruit bowl and cut it up with a big chopping knife he found sitting in a wooden block, like kitchen Excalibur. He forgot to take the peel off first, so that was annoying.

For drinks, he found a carton of milk that actually smelled pretty bad. “Boo,” Tim said sadly. He poured it down the sink and then got out a can of Zesti. It was grape, so it was probably the best substitute for fruit juice available.

You also need a hot drink for breakfast, so he made a whole pot of coffee and bounced on his heels while it dripped, feeling very adult. He looked at the coffee packaging for a while, lost in thought with his tongue sticking out slightly between his lips. It had a great picture of an atrocious cat thing on it, and said it was AUTHENTIC FANALOKA COFFEE. He liked the cat. It looked like it was designed by an evil scientist who had never seen a cat.

Tim didn't know what Fanaloka meant in this context, though he surmised it was the cat’s name. He moved on with his day.

It was harder to find a carb. There was cereal, but that was yucky without the milk. He found two bagels, but there wasn't any cream cheese! What was wrong with this guy?

He eventually gave up and toasted a bagel. Morosely, he got out butter. Maybe that would be good enough.

The piece de la resistance was bacon. He found a package of it in the freezer. It was all frozen. It was way too hard for him to take off two strips.

His first thought was to cut it up with Excalibur and then fry up just a little. But the fry pan was super duper heavy. So he just microwaved the whole thing for 5 minutes.

It smelled great!

The bagel in the toaster was actually really cold then. He heated it one more time and then frowned at it when it came out too brown. “You get what you get and you don't throw a fit,” he grimly quoted Ms. Mac, and climbed up the tall stool to sit at the counter. He buttered the bagel. Like, he buttered it a lot. Maybe that would help.

It was still kinda hard to eat. He peeled open the bacon and fished some out with his fork. It was all wiggly. Tim tried it. “That's good,” he said, pleased. He had another strip of bacon. Oh! The coffee!

He hopped down from the stool and ran over to find a mug. He filled it with coffee and tasted his creation. Hm. He had another sip.

“It tastes bad,” Tim said contemplatively.

Did that mean he used too many beans or too few beans?

The only way to find out was experimentation. He dumped out all the coffee, threw away the wet beans, and made it again with like, twice as many beans. He went and ate his banana and about half of the bagel while the coffee percolated itself. Then he tried the coffee again. He took a slow sip. His nose wrinkled. “Maybe this coffee is just disgusting?”

Mom always gave it to him with sugar and milk, like how she had it. Obviously the loser who lived here had let his milk expire (Mom would never) so Tim gave it up as a bad job.

His first email arrived with a ding during breakfast. Tim opened it with a slightly greasy finger and read it while he gnawed at the bagel.

Hmm. Miss Fox was concerned about something going on in R&D and she wanted him to replicate an experiment by the notes the scientist was using. She didn't want to bias him by telling him her suspicion, so that was all the information she was giving him.

Tim used one hand to laboriously type back an okey-dokey message, in business language.

When he finished eating he dumped everything in the sink. That was probably good enough. He grabbed the phone and the tablet. Then he went to bother the fish, so that he could use the laboratory downstairs.

The phone buzzed while he was going down the stairs. He felt it against his chest where it was stuck between his body and the tablet. Hmm. It buzzed again. “Just a minute,” Tim said crossly. It kept going off! Wow, that was so annoying.

As soon as he got downstairs he put down the tablet and scowled at the phone. He was getting like a billion messages from someone named Dick. “I am WORKING!,” Tim said to himself as he typed up and sent the same message.

Dick sent like 42 crying faces. Tim groaned and scrolled up to see the last couple of messages, just in case they were important.

Uh.

“These messages don't look important,” Tim said, raising his eyebrows at babble about how Dick missed him and he hadn't checked in last night and “the family” was afraid that he had fallen in a hole or been eaten by a lion. Apparently someone called Dami had drawn up what they thought that might look like, in case they needed to show the police. Dick had included it as an attachment.

Tim clicked on it, curious even though he knew he really shouldn't open attachments from weird people. These were definitely weird people.

It was a really good picture. He told Dick as much and then blocked the number. He needed to get stuff done today.

[literaryvein-reblogs]

15 Writing Ideas: To Improve your Fiction

Throw an obstacle in the way if you don’t want to kill a character off. Throwing a banana peel on the path will force your characters to fall or act quickly.

Give your protagonist an external and internal conflict in every scene.

Always be aware of what your main characters (i.e. the protagonist and antagonist) want in every scene of your novel. When you’re clear, your reader will be, too.

Cut lengthy descriptions because they can slow the pace and make for an uneven reading experience.

Show how the characters are feeling by describing what they’re doing.

Take a break (of at least 2 weeks) before you edit your first, second, and third drafts.

Write to move yourself. If you don’t feel sad, happy, scared, or otherwise for your characters, your reader won’t either. You need to be moved if you expect your reader to be affected, also.

Take a notebook with you wherever you go because you will forget your marvelous new idea.

Disconnect from the Internet when it’s time to write.

Don't use exclamation points! (Okay, you can use them, but only twice in your entire book, so choose wisely.)

Journal from the perspective of your character.

Watch a movie or documentary that is similar to your subject matter.

Remove passive language.

Give yourself a short deadline to write your entire first draft. (A month is a healthy deadline.) A month may seem like a short time, but the idea is to get everything on paper so you have something to work with.

Loosely outline your chapter right before you start writing it.

Source ⚜ Writing Notes & References Writing References: Plot ⚜ Character ⚜ Worldbuilding

[iwantwhaticanthave]

random things i wrote down that helped me & might help u

might add to it later :)

also if there are any spelling mistakes ignooreeee

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tips

- calorie tracker (make a notebook with calories before eating a meal)

- drinks with caffeine will help suppress hunger (e.g : black coffee,energy drinks,cola zero)

- after eating work out for at least 15 min

- after waking up eat after 3 hours then work out, then dont eat anything for 6 hours and then work out again (but dont forget water!!)

when u feel hungry

- all u need is water!

- go on tumbler/pinterest

- watch tv

- play games

- make a song playlist

- read a book

- walk

- color/draw

- look at your self in the mirror

- eat gum

- watch disgusting mukbangs

- clean ur room

- drink water

motivation!!!

- eating junk all day because u ate chocolate is like stomping on your phone because u dropped it

- every time u say fuck it idc theres 100% chance u will care later

- junk food u craved for an hour or a body u craved ur entire life?

- stop rewarding ur self with food ur not a dog

- u are not hungry u are bored

- eating is always a decision nobody forces your hand to pick up the food and eat it

- what u eat in private u wear in public

- you are what u eat

- dont undo the hard work all week on a weekend

- drinkwaterdrinkwaterdrinkwater

- fat lasts longer than flavor

- so u dont dread getting weighed at the doctors office

- if you eat the way you’ve always eaten, you’ll weigh what you’ve always weighed

-if you can pinch it you can lose it

-imagine the numbers on the scale going up after each bite

my fave youtubers that motivate/watch while eating

-supersize vs superskinny

-dance moms

-cindy diaries

-luneats

-whimsicalgirlyy

-peachyair

-amberlynnreid

find the right solution

sweet -> cucumbers, tomato, black coffee

savoury -> banana, water, watermelon

oily -> apple vinegar, green tea

thats it!!💝🐈‍⬛

don’t push yourself too hard there are some days where you feel like you’ve ruined it all but there’s always the next day!! ily 💋💋

[writingforatwistedworld]

oooo ok ok ok

so what bout a platonic deuce, epel, and lilia with a gn reader that kinda talks out loud to themselves when they play?

like they say how much they want to be this character's brother, or how they bet this character would be a good parental figure, etc. or even when another character says/does something they don't like they kinda just, voice their opinion on it?

just their reaction to reader talking out loud/voicing their thoughts lmao srry if this doesn't make sense

Self-aware au

I do not take any responsibility for you reading this no matter which age group you are from!

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, violence, description of violence, obsessive themes, religion, war (if you squint)

Deuce Spade/Epel Felmier/Lilia Vanrouge-Player voicing their thoughts whilst playing (PLATONIC!)

Deuce is a calm guy, they said. Deuce is a chill guy, they said

Well whoever they are haven't seen him when you are around, behind the screen or not

This guy is just happy that you confide in him enough that you voice your thoughts to him

Don't mention that you are just on venting-you-thoughts mode when you play… Like seriously, don't.

He is always more than happy to listen whenever you are talking.

Could be about how much you like his newest card design but could also be about what you want for dinner. Idk? I would recommend something light like banana muffins with blueberries. It's very tasty. Trust me.

If you could see through the coding he would be like “Oh really.” and “You don't say.” or “What? Really?”

What I am trying to say is that he is probably more engaged in this “conversation than most would be

If some poor NPC “interrupts” (aka not heating what he is hearing and starting to talk) he will show them how fragile the ordinary human nose is. In other words, fist meet face. Nose make crack. NPC is screaming.

But on another note, should you voice wishing to be a family member of his, say for example his sibling, he would be over the moon

He is in lalaland, imagining how he and his younger siblings would enjoy their free time together. Heck, probably taking care of some chicks

Oh, and what if you were his older sibling? Like, wow, you would be such a cool role model! You probably wouldn't be a thug like him so that makes you even… cooler (?) in his eyes

Dude over here is having such a great time imagining being your sibling he is low-key looking like he ascended

But then he starts to imagine the darker sides of life

Like how his younger sibling could be bullied in school whilst he is stuck on this island

Or even worse if you are the older one of you two, you might start dating!

I don't know if it is funny or sad that he is feeling a sensation of loss over a sibling he never had

Like bro, chill. Don't beat up that student that looks similar to the imaginary partner you just made up in your mind. They can't be held accountable for your min-OH NO DON… Didn't he want to stop with this?

Epel is literally frothing at his mouth when he hears your innermost thoughts

Now now, I know this is creepy (like wtf get yourself together man) but I promise he is totally normal (who am I kidding he looks like he has rabies) and is also a totally chill guy (is it obvious that I am lying?)

Religious indoctrination or whatnot

Imagine, you are already isolated in a village filled with religious zealots, always hearing how great that person (you) is

And then they spill everything on their mind to you

Give him a day or two and he will be back to normal… if we ignore that poor student in the corner

Like man, you noted one single time how much you liked this NPCs design and the next thing he knows he is seeing red

It's kinda like seeing your favorite family member favoring that one annoying cousin who is related to you over five corners

Has a notebook and writes everything he deems important down… which is a lot to be fair (but let the guy have his weird hobby, ok?)

But then you mention how you wish you were a family member of his and oh my god I think he is this close to breaking the fourth wall for real this time

This hits home to him

Remember how I told you about his village's eight lines higher than this one? Yeah.

There had been others his age but they were little to none and his village is in the middle of nowhere so…

But we also know how much he loves his grandma so it is a given that he would cherish you as well

Also, his god saying that they would want to be related to him. Ugh. He is honored so much that it is disgusting

But I could see this isolation and certain closeness you only get with a sibling also being not so good for you

What if you like the other villagers your age more than him? What if his girly appearance drives you away from him? (Bro u probably more dangerous with those looks than without them bc no one expects you to be able to throw hands but go on)

This leads to more and more self-doubts until he more or less bursts and just turns into someone no one wants to be around because of how aggressive he is

Thank god for the fourth wall or else you wouldn't see him like his old, not-so-destructive self anymore

Lilia is… something

His interest in you isn't purely romantic. It started out as something more like him holding onto something so he wouldn't go mad during “those days” *add fire noises and screaming in the background*

So it's more of a “I BETTER BELIEVE IN SOMETHING OR ELSE I MIGHT LOOSE MY MIND” than “Omg I am such a good follower te-he” situation

Little to no one has had access to the Overseer's thoughts and he is just randomly hearing them whilst thinking about what to make for dinner

Like Epel, he is pretty intense when it comes to you. Difference is that Epels “interest” in you stems from a place of… let's say religious views and Lilias from “those days” *fire noises and screaming in the background intensifies*

But unlike the guy who more or less shares his height and is a cotton candy version of himself concerning their hair he doesn't write down your thoughts

Oh no

This guy listens to it like he is hearing the world's greatest opera singer perform live in front of him

Thank goodness no one other than the other Diasomnia students mention your ramblings or else there would be heads flying

What? Can't a guy hope to have some special link to his deity? God, you all are so cold. Can't you even try to see his perspective? (I am joking please don't do what he does your reaction is totally valid)

But then you once mentioned how much you want to be part of his little family and whoops- there went his sanity

What if he had adopted you and Silver at the same time?

Wouldn't that be the cutest?

Sebek is almost screaming when he suddenly hears *ahem* LILIA-SAMA cooing at nothing out of nowhere

You two would be so cute growing up together and he would be the one honored to be this close to some kind of reincarnation of his God

But- but what if he was the only one knowing who you truly were? The other Faes (Malleus and Sebek being the exceptions) can't hear you so what if… what if you were also seen as some sort of weird outsider like Silver?

Don't get him wrong, the Faes have never shown hostility to his son but there was always that certain distance, Sebek and his family being one of the few accepting the young silver-haired knight as he was

Suddenly Lilia feels a certain kind of rage bubbling up to the surface like he hadn't felt in a long time

Silver… uh… you better hide that meatclea- *coughcough* I mean, legendary sword from your father

[directdogman]

Commenting on DT fan OCs!

Alright, I'mma take a look at some DT fan OCs! I've been sent quite a few, so I'll try to keep my comments for each one short 'n' sweet!

great name, snappy dresser. diggin' the bowtie! the pins are also a fun accessory!

Another snappy dresser! Tied well to an existing location in-game and the idea to explain the stickers is cute! attire is unique/memorable and the blues/browns compliment each other well. solid design. I do appreciate him!

Yo, this guy was in the last one! what is this, a crossover episode???

the bandage on side of face is a nice touch! digging the pinstripe pants too! graveyard shift at a convenience store is also quite an authentic job for a DT side character to have too! very nicely done.

Solid OC! well-drawn, unique job and her fit's stylish (it probably goes without saying that i'm a sucker for TV heads with dogs on them. that's gotta be a given, right?) The stickers on the back of the head are also a nice addition! well done!

Stanley's a real cad, huh? pizza delivery guy with a novelty pizza phone head is genius - making him flirt with milves on the job is just inspired though. i almost wish i'd come up with this guy, as i can totally imagine people around town talking about him. excellent job!!!

he's aptly named for an arcade dude! dig the fit too, especially the black + purple fingerless long sleeve gloves! the decals on the phone are neat too!

I approve of his activities but the lack of a visible mouth threw me off, since i've seen these old toy phones before, ofc.

i was about to ask "how does he drink ocean water without a mouth", before realizing that id been bamboozled into asking the fandom-favourite question of: 'how does he eat without a mouth?', only to then remember that practically no DT characters have visible mouths.

i hope you know that you've strained my weary brain today. cool OC, though.

banana phone's a fun concept! also, i must say your username's quite fitting. crept up on me from my peripheral as I gazed upon the banana phone, like a bizarre centipede of some sort. well, i'd assume so. in hindsight, most centipedes i've encountered have been pretty straightforward with me. i guess i should be grateful for that.

i like mary's fuzzy phone matching the trim of her dress but martin's really got my attention. cool name, neat quirk (he kills people, that takes moxie. hell, even pizzaz too, dare i say?) The dial being a lil clock is a neat touch since it ties his interest into the design. also quite like the cord tail matching the phone head's colour. solid design!

i like his head-type and the attire/pale skin gives a nice bit of contrast!

hard to say how randy'd feel about him, as someone who's only seen his design and 2 lines of dialogue (as someone's personality dictates randy's opinion on them far more than their appearance.) if you feel they'd get on though, you're probably correct! (randy isn't too picky, after all!)

Funnily enough, one of the earliest sketches for crown has a similar bolted plate stuck to a mostly intact phone head. it was even sticking from one of the sides. or corners. i'd have to dig up the notebook, as it's been like 4 years since I came up with the character. Sorry, just made me remember since the earliest sketches had one too.

Copper phone head's a neat idea. Contrasts well with his attire as well (nice and complimentary.) if only his attempts to deter jesse from the za worked out as well, eh?

Alright, that's it for me! thanks for the submissions, these were real creative! good job, everyone!

[trulynamelessworld]

Hey so after watching six episodes of The Handmaid's Tale I have come to the conclusion that we are approximately two steps left from it happening.

Look, the show practically gives a step by step guide. Look at the American election results, and the way Canadian politics are leaning. We're getting there.

So, heres what you're going to do:

Stash some cash: If you have extra funds, withdraw some. Stash it somewhere you would think to look that other people would not. Useful in all kinds of emergency situations.

Update your paperwork: My passport is expired, I should update that. In my case, I'm a dual citizen so I could get out of dodge fast if I needed to. Keep it somewhere safe with the cash. We're talking passports, birth certificates social security numbers, etc.

Keep physical copies: This is the digital age, but guard physical copies of what you do have closely. I have lots of cds and a cd player, pictures of me and my partner, books. Burning books is already a thing, I highly recommend purchasing books straight off of banned book lists.

Read up on your herbs: Its not witchy voodoo shit if it works. Theres simple stuff, mint tea for nausea, raspberry leaf for cramps, mugwort for you know what. Be careful, I am not saying this is safe, but it may be necessary. Also everybody likes a good cup of tea.

Bug out bag: For if you're really committed. This is a bag for survival situations, or if you have less than two minutes to leave your house. Read about it online. It should have everything you need (clothes, toiletries, food, medication) if you need to leave with what you can fit on your back.

Write: Keep written record about anything you don't want to forget. Journal entries, song lyrics, recipes, whatever. It does not matter, notebooks are something you can throw under one arm and go.

Powerful men are not your friends, religious leaders are not your friends, that acquaintance with questionable world views is not your friend. Create a close network of people you trust with your life. I'm not joking.

I am aware I sound cuckoo bananas to some of you and thats fine. I sound cuckoo bananas to myself. Women are losing agency, queer people are losing their lives, disabled people are being forced further and further under the poverty line. I check all three of the boxes above, this is reality.

If you have to pick one or two, pick Stash some cash and Update your paperwork.

[bunnny84]

I got into paper planners and journaling in June of this year and and it’s become a hobby now I guess because in the past I could never stick with it and here I have five notebooks I update daily/weekly.

It’s weird to say you love your planner but that one covered in stickers has so much of me in it. It’s my main planner everything goes in there. I’ve also done a bit of junk journaling in it too, where I just add stuff from my day or fun trips or wrappers from yummy snacks. There’s also a lot of gift cards from my favorite places in there. Most restaurants and stores will give you an empty gift card. You will get weird looks though lol

The one with flowers is my gratitude journal. Some days it really helps to actively look for the good because it’s so easy to spiral when things have been shitty.

The one with the banana charm is probably the most creative thing I’ve ever made lol it’s for memory keeping and I can’t wait until it’s full and all fluffed out!! I see other peoples Hobonichis and they get so thiccc lol I can’t draw but I fill it with stickers and “junk journal”, saving every scrap of my day lol my Husband now knows to check before he tosses anything out.

(I don’t to know if junk journaling is collecting and keeping what most people would throw away or if it’s actually making a journal out of junk/scraps of things. Does it matter?)

The journal with strawberries is for journaling/brain dumps. It’s where all the feelings go and it’s not decorated at all inside aside from a few random stickers. I try to focus on getting thoughts out and not so much caring what it looks like.

The pink one with breakfast on it is my “List Planner” it’s just a daily to-do list because I work full time, I’m a parent, and I’m in an Ultrasound program so I always feel like I’m drowning with things that need to be done. I still feel overwhelmed but at least I know what needs to be done and when and half the time I get it completed lol

It’s very relaxing to just still and “play” in my planners. For someone who isn’t good at creating this is my way of being creative I guess.

[daydreamingyuta]

Self-Care Day with Mark

“Waittt why am I actually so excited for today?” Mark says smiling at you. 

“It’s so cute that you’re excited, but I feel kinda bad.” You say. 

“Why?” Mark replies confused.

“It’s the first day off you’ve had in a while and I feel like you could be spending your time off in a more fun way.” 

“First off, spending time with the most beautiful girl in the world is always what I would rather be doing, no matter what we do. And I didn’t want to disturb your self care day because I know how much days like this mean to you, I mean you literally have it written down in your planner.”

“Okay if you’re sure.” You say while laughing because Mark grabbed you and kissed you on your temple. 

“What do we do first?” 

“We have to get into comfy clothes and then we will do face masks! These are my favorite they’re so good!” You say, showing them to Mark.

Mark was already in his sweats so while you changed into your favorite pajamas he looked for something to hold his hair back. Mark grabbed one of your headbands that have animal ears on them, making him look like a panda. When you came back into the bathroom he hands you the bunny headband but then changed his mind because he thinks you look cuter with the bear ears headband. 

“Cutee!” Mark says watching you put the headband on.

You two put on the face masks and then go into your room after setting the timer. 

“What do you usually do while you wait for the timer to go off?” 

“I usually write in my gratitude journal.” You say grabbing it off your desk. 

“Ohh what’s that?”

“So basically you write down a few things that you are grateful for, just to remind you that there are always good things in life even when things get hard.” You explain.

“Ohh I really like that. What are you writing down?” Mark asks.

“Umm I’m definitely grateful that I am able to have the time to have a self care day, because I’ve been really busy lately. I’m also grateful for the amazing people in my life.” You say writing everything down.

“Can I write some stuff down too?”

“Yeah!” You say handing Mark your notebook.

“I’m grateful for having a day off, I love working but having time to relax is really important. I’m grateful that I get to spend the day with my amazinggg girlfriend. And I’m grateful that this timer is about to go off because I can’t move my face anymore, is that supposed to happen?”

“Don’t make me laugh! It hurts. And yes that’s normal.” You say while trying to keep a straight face. 

You two go to wash the face mask off and then do the rest of your skin care together. 

“Okay! I always try to bake something on my self care days. I have the ingredients for chocolate chip cookies, brownies, and banana bread. Which one sounds the best to you?” You ask as you two walk to the kitchen.

“The brownies for sure” Mark says nodding his head.

 “I’ll get our aprons!” He says walking towards them. 

“Oh its really not that mess-” You say, stopping mid sentence because Mark was already putting the apron on you. 

“Thank you Mark.”

You grab all the ingredients that you need and the two of you start making the brownies. It was actually a good thing that Mark made you two put the aprons on because the second you turned away to grab the eggs, he managed to spill flour all over him self.

Once the brownies were in the oven it was time to watch a movie.

“You know what I have been really wanting to rewatch?” You say to Mark.

“Hm?”

“One of the spider man movies or are you sick of watching them?”

“Never!” He say, faking being offended that you would even ask such a question. 

You two take the aprons off and settle down on the couch grabbing your favorite blanket. You get almost an hour into the movie when the oven beeps telling you that the brownies were done. You two both get up to go into the kitchen and Marks grabs a knife to test if the brownies are actually done. When the knife comes out clean he grabs the oven mitts and takes the brownies out. 

“These smell amazing y/n” Mark says wanting to take a piece right away. 

“Mark! let it cool, remember when you burned yourself when we made cookies?”

“But it smells so good y/n!” 

You grab Marks hand to lead him back onto the couch to continue watching the movie. When a good amount of time passes, you get up to cut two pieces. Mark takes the plate while you sit down and then you both try the brownies. 

“Y/n pause the movie.” Mark says very seriously.

“Okay.” You say as you hit pause.

“These are the best brownies I have ever had in my entire life.” 

“Mark! I thought you were going to say that you hated them or something. But yeah they’re pretty good.”

“No y/n. These aren’t pretty good. These are award winning.”

“I’m glad you like them.” You say laughing. 

Mark always praises you for the smallest things. It seems like he’s being a little over dramatic, but he is completely sincere. He just loves everything you do. You two finish the brownies and by the end of the movie you are falling asleep. Mark notices and pulls the blanket over you while he cuddles in closer to you. 

[kcalsforhim]

𓏲.ೃ࿔❀˙˖ ｡ thursday 2 jan 2025

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hi the pics are of one day before because i didn’t take any good pics lol…none at all actually. i started off today on my treadmill again just like the previous day, or well

i went to the fridge and grabbed a bunch of stuff to flush down the toilet because i am aware my mom checks the fridge and sometimes even counts how much stuff is left, so i grabbed some stuff i knew i would realistically eat and flushed it away ; THEN i went on the treadmill untill she came home basically

i felt so dizzy and just sick lol. after my walk i called eli and i sat at my desk, i was exhausted and could barely get my words out. i grabbed my kuromi notebook and i drew some drawings of my oc’s, specifically ones i don’t draw that much cause i obviously have my favourites ehe…

during that, my mom came in and we discussed what to do, basically i’d help her cook and afterwards we’d go on a walk (we ended up not doing that LOL)

so after a bit more on my chair, drawing, i went downstairs to help her cook dinner. i seasoned all the food and helped prepare the cauliflower with her, she had already made the spinach. i also put the meat in the airfryer. it was done very soon

- a plate with 5 chicken wings, 3 drums, 2 flats ; 5 pieces of breaded cauliflower

- a bowl of spinach

- 3 dates, 1 chocoball

- 1 apple cut up, 1 banana cut up, covered in cinnamon

the food was soooooo good !! i seasoned it all and it all turned out hella bomb… there’s still some leftovers so i’ll likely be omad’ing that tommorow nyehehe… if i want.. guys i fucking love dates they’re so fucking GOOD. also 1 chocoball because they’re actually for me like nobody else eats this yet my mom insists on making the biggest batch known to man.

i actually originally had way more food on my plate but i put food of every category back except spinach. i had 2 extra wings, more cauliflower, and a whole entire extra apple, but i put all of those back T_T

i also feel super guilty about the fruit but… there’s worse things i could’ve had which i know i know is no excuse but in my defence the original plan was even more chocoballs and that kind of stuff and that didn’t happen ! hashtag yippy !

after dinner i drew and i relaxed and i uploaded some images to my site and im watching obsessive compulsive cleaners… its funny. tommorow im going out with a friendddd i hope i can get so many steps in ^_^ we’re buying belated christmas presents ! i actually got 0 christmas presents from my friends this year, only uggs from my parents and some feminine bathwash stuff and a pair of socks hehehe.. so im excited to get a gift from one of my friends T w T

stilll can’t sleep but oh well ! im sure ill get some sleep in soon… just can’t stop peeing cause i drank so much fucking water today it’s coming out of my nose LMFAO

listened to this song while colouring in one of my paper sketches earlier tonight ! it’s so whimsy and beautifullllllll i loooove kikuo <3

𓏲.ೃ࿔❀˙˖ ｡ stats for today

streak ; 2 days binge free

steps ; 11.1 k

not happy with the steps, relieved i have over 10 k but if i wasn’t so lazy and i went outside with my mom i could’ve gotten more. happy im binge free, but disappointed in myself i had that fruit when i didn’t need it even when it was within my dinner eating window… tommorow more strict

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[zimsrightantenna]

Invader Zim + ZaDr Fan Merch Review

I bought some zadr and iz directly from @banana-zim and the gist of it is that it was very good 5/5 stars would recommend

But here are the details:

Nana was very very accommodating for my horrible financial situation and was able to indefinitely hold items for me and make arrangements with shipping to make sure I had a stable income while making the purchase, and also was very patient and kind throughout the whole process even when things were not stable on my end. I was able to plan this for months! Very trustworthy I'd say

These are the items I bought

[ID 1: A zim pillow in a plastic wrapper, and a notebook with stickers and stickiness wrapped in bubble wrap. /End ID 1]

The packaging had kept everything clean, dry and undamaged.

There was a Zim on both sides of the pillow, the colours were vibrant (though they look a little more saturated on my phone camera, no idea why) and the fabric was very soft. It has a zipper that is almost not visible, and you can open it. Inside is fluff, which you could theoretically remove to wash the pillow case though it didn't come with wash instructions. I will let Nana comment on that if there are questions!

[ID 2, 3: The zim pillow from other angles showing the backside and zipper, unzipped. /End ID 2, 3]

The post-its are cute and easy to write on, they have enough white space to get a few sentences down depending on how small you write. Here is a little thank you note ♡

[ID 4: The notebook laid out on the bubble wrap with the post-it notes and stickers on top. /End ID 4]

[ID 5: A close-up picture of the post-it notes. On the first page there is a heart drawn with a ballpoint pen and the words "Thank you Bananazim!" /End ID 5]

I got the zadr stickers for free. They have a paper-like texture and the colours seem slightly more muted than the pillow but they still look colourful in real life. I stuck one of them to the inside of my notebook and they seem to stick nicely!

[ID 6: Three stickers. The first is the swollen eyeball symbol on top of the irken symbol. The second is a heart with a space background. Inside of the heart Zim and Dib are kissing. The third is square, with Dib laying on a pillow with a blanket over his waist and an open book under his hand. Zim clings to his back. /End ID 6]

The notebook looks like this! It has saturated colours on the front and back, and a protective plastic page on either side. The front and back pages are shinier than the inside, and all pages on the inside are lined. Size A5.

[ID 7, 8: The front page of the notebook, a drawing of the black silhouettes of Zim and Dib in front of the control brains and swollen eyeball screens. The screens and Dib's eyes are coloured turquoise while Zim's eye and the control brains are coloured pink. Zim appears to sit in Dib's lap, and Dib's fingers have turquoise threads wrapped around them that go into Zim's back where his PAK is supposed to be. There is pink text reading "MY LittLE ALiEN". The lines are white. The pictures as with and without the slightly opaque plastic cover page. /End ID 7, 8]

[ID 9: A page of the notebook. It is lined from top to bottom. /End ID 9]

[ID 10: The backside of the notebook. It's black with the turquoise swollen eyeball symbol over the irken symbol. /End ID 10]

Overall I really enjoyed this, and I've already started using the notebook to keep track of my creative projects and everything I need to mend or fix in my room :)

In the reblogs I will link the Etsy shop and kofi because I don't know if tumblr hides posts with links or if that was an old bug?

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[layton-heritage-posts]

I am so, so sorry. 697 words, Coffee Shop AU, strangers to lovers, first date

She settles into a window seat with her laptop and cup. The steam from it rises into the sunlight, tinted aqua by the sheer curtains, and curls on invisible currents. There’s not too much chatter for 10:00 am, but it’s the perfect amount of background noise as she opens up her email and gets to work reviewing all her notes for the latest client.

There’s just the basic information so far. She’d only questioned the client yesterday, so now it’ll be on to finding witnesses. Standard break-in. Curiously, only an expensive watch was missing. The safe in the bedroom was never touched, nor were any of the artisan vases on the mantle.

“It was a gift from my past marriage,” the client had said. She’s got one guess off the bat of what happened to the watch. Wife, watch, garbage truck. But saying so on nothing more than a well-experienced but still-unfounded prediction is bad detective work, so here she is poring over the documents.

She’s just finished rereading the client’s testimony when there’s a commotion at the front counter. A woman stands there, coffee in one hand outstretched, lid in the other as she waves it angrily. Her voice grows louder the more incensed she gets, and soon every word out of her mouth can be clearly heard by everyone in the room. The poor barista is new and looks terrified.

When it’s clear the woman is not going to stop her tirade any time soon, she gets up to go help the barista. Someone else seems to have the same idea, as another woman joins her on the way up to the counter.

“Hey, what’s up with your coffee?” she asks.

The yelling woman pauses for just a second, then turns and starts up again.

“I ordered a venti macchiato with oat milk and this is NOT a venti,” she rants.

The woman who also walked up is unimpressed, but waits for the yelling woman to pause to breathe before speaking. “They switched to different cups last week,” she says coolly. “That’s the new venti cup.”

Venti Macchiato looks down at her cup, then back to Cool Woman, caught off guard.

Cool Woman just raises an eyebrow.

“Well, a warning or something would’ve been nice,” Venti Macchiato snips, and then she turns on her heel and walks out.

“Are you alright?” Cool Woman immediately turns to the barista and asks.

“Fine, fine, thank you,” she says. “Can I get you something? On the house.”

Cool Woman hums. “How about one of those muffins?”

As the barista gets the muffin for Cool Woman, she heads back to her seat at the window. On to the evidence. No broken locks, no broken windows. The wife is looking ever more suspect.

“This muffin is huge. Want to share it?” Cool Woman sets the plate on her table with a smile. She’s beautiful, sitting in the soft blue light.

“I’d love to.” She sets her laptop aside and picks off a piece. It’s banana. Not her favorite, but it’s a small price to pay for having this stranger at her table.

“Nothing like being screamed at to start off your morning, yeah?” Cool Woman says wryly.

“It’s a cup, you know? No need to get all up and arms about it. Maybe try politely asking for a new one, or just drinking it,” she rambles.

Cool Woman is just as cool as she seems. As noon approaches, they talk about their jobs (attorney and private investigator. How similar) and find their love for video games in common. She finds that she could sit there all day just talking, but she realizes she has a witness appointment in half an hour, and it takes 20 minutes to get there.

“I’m really sorry, I have to go to an appointment,” she says as she stashes her laptop in her bag.

Cool Woman smiles. “No problem. Hey, maybe we could get lunch some other time.”

She nods and scrambles for her notebook, scribbles her phone number down, and holds it out. “I’d like that.”

“Hey, wait!” Cool Woman calls.

She turns.

“I never got your name.”

“layton-heritage-posts.”

Cool Woman smiles. “aceattorneyheritageposts.”

@aceattorneyheritageposts HERITAGE BLOG YURI IS REAL!

[andrewkun]

~You and Anzu decided to go to a near by café to relax when you meet Arashi on the way there. She seems to have a plan to make you flush red as a stop sign. Could it be that she actually likes you back or just teases you playfully?~

Hiii, I posted this on ao3 so I wanna post this here too :3

I Genuinely love Arashi, she's my wife 🫶🫶

I apologise if the story sounds kinda corny, or OOC, I wrote it on a notebook then copied everything and wrote it on ao3. Anyway enjoy ~~

Characters that appear here:

• you / the reader

• Anzu

• Arashi Narukami

(This thing is all about you and Arashi, other characters will not be tagged due to only being there to help the story. The main attraction is the relationship between you and Arashi)

Man, being a producer sure is hard, eh? But that's okay! You and your friend, Anzu, are such good buddies that you both share the same stress!

Anyway you both are outside sitting at a table trying to come up with new and nice outfits ideas, but the motivation isn't quite friendly Right now...

"Man, this is quite hard! I never thought that I'll be having trouble doing this.."  you sighed. Anzu sighed back and nodded, softly slamming her head onto her notebook. "Hey, wanna take a break?"  You started "I heard a café opened near by and they also have smoothies ~" you gently closed your own notebook.

"I'd love to! I'd really enjoy a smoothie right now~" Anzu replied as she put her notebook in her backpack.

You two then started to approach the school gates, talking about random shit when a sudden voice approached the both of you.

"Hey, wait for me!" A feminine, beautiful voice called. You turned and saw her.

When you first met her, you couldn't help but get butterflies in your stomach. She sure is beautiful looking, but why does your heart flutter so bad whenever you look at her? We're talking about Arashi Narukami here. Her blonde short hair swinging as she walks closer, her wonderful amethyst purple eyes shining just like the orbs everytime. She's just... Perfect!

"Ara, what are you two doing?~"  the “fair maiden”  smiled as she leaned closer to the both of you.

"Ah, Narukami-Senpai!- hello!" You greet her gently, pretty sure your face is the same colour as a rosy peach.

"We were going to a new café near by" Anzu replied with a soft smile

"Ara?~ that sounds nice!~ mind if I join?" Oh my, your face is now a stop sign...

"I don't mind" Anzu shrugged and then looked at you.

"N-neither I do!- you can come along if you'd like to, Narukami-Senpai!" You responded immediately, trying not to blush way more.

"Uwha!!~ I'm so happy ~~ Lead thd way!" Arashi giggled as she covered her cheeks, she looks so cute you'd just want to kiss the girl (if yk the song)

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On the way to the café, you couldn't help but glance at her from time to time. Gosh, can she get even more Gorgeous?

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Once there, you three glanced over to the menu. They had lots of options of coffee and 3 options of smoothies: Strawberry, Banana and Raspberries.

"I'm going to get the strawberry one" Anzu informed you two before she walked closer to the counter to order and pay.

You were still on thoughts when you heard a gasp. You quickly turned to look at Arashi, who seemed quite troubled.

"Is something wrong, Narukami-Senpai?"  You gently gave her a worried look

"Ara~ I deeply apologize but I think I might had forgotten my wallet! I'm so sorry that you had to get me all the way here only for me to be a third wheel.."  she sighed softly, sadden. Your heart aches from seeing her face do such expression.. you couldn't just let her be sad!

"Hey- no- it's fine, I can pay for your drink Narukami-Senpai ~" you confidently say. She gave you a small smile as if.. she planned this all along..

"Really? Oh ____-chan, you don't have to~" she chuckles softly, but you were quite determined...

"No no, it's fine! I do not mind~ Anyway I'll probably come here again and spend my money so~" you gave her a grin which she returned, giggling and ruffling softly your hair.

"Well if so, I'll get what you want~" she flashed you a smile, a very beautiful and gorgeous - ok stop. Focus ____, focus! You nodded before shortly after approaching the counter to order and pay.

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Once getting the drinks, the 3 of you went to a study room the café had. An isolated room with good seats and also a board and some chalk where you can enjoy the drink and.. well.. study

Both of you and Anzu then took out your notebooks to try to continue your work. Arashi, upon seeing them and your faces of exhaustion, began:

"Ara, do you need some help with those?" She asked gently

"No thank you, but I will ask if so" Anzu replied as she started to continue sketching. I guess this place gave her inspiration.

But you still hadn't any.

How sad 💔

You signed to yourself as you tried to work, feeling shy to ask her for any help, focusing on your notebook and only it. Her hand slowly brushed against your back, rubbing it as she got closer to your face. 

"Ara~ don't stress yourself like that! Here, let me help~" she said as she took a look at what you had so far. Your blood boiled on your cheeks as you felt a sudden flutter of heart in your chest.

"N-no, it's ok!- You don't have to-" you tried to argue but come on! It's Arashi, do you really think she'll give up on helping others?

"Nu uh!~ as the big sister Knight, I am devoted to help others in need!" She then gently grabbed your  chin so you're looking directly into her eyes. "So please... Let Narukami Onee-chan help you, alright?~" she whispered gently as her beautiful and gorgeous purple amethyst eyes stared into yours.

It felt as if the world... Disappeared! And it's only the two of you floating around in space as her nose is touching yours, her breath softly hitting your lips. It is as if.. she's telling you it's ok to approach and meet her lips with yours. Her eyes are slightly closed yet half opened, smiling down at you with such a loving gaze~

You quickly nodded and turned your head away, who knows what would had happened if you two stayed any longer, eh? You looked at her from the corner of your eyes to see... Disappointment?

"No, no, no- she- she couldn't like me back, can she?" you thought. 

You quickly brushed it off as you let her help you.

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After what felt like forever, you finally finished sketching outfits ideas.

"Man, we finally finished ~" you sighed before taking a sip of your smoothie. 

"Mhm.. I'll need to go now, see you later _____!" Anzu replied as she then got her stuff and left. She also finished her drink until then, I guess her mind is the only one that can work around here..

Now It's just you and her... 

"Ara, the smoothie is so good~ you've got such a great taste _____-chan~"  Arashi sighed with a satisfaction as she leaned her head onto your shoulder. You could feel your face heat up so much~

There was a beautiful silence until you decided to speak up, it couldn't be that bad right?

".. T-thank you, Narukami-Senpai"  you quietly blunt out. She gave you a soft confused face.

"What for?" She replied with a chuckle.

"F-for the help-.. I really needed some advice to finally finish those sketches ~" you chuckled back. She smiled softly and nodded.

"You're welcome dear~" 

The both of you then sat in silence, drinking the last few remaining sips from your plastic cups. 

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Once you two finished, you left the cafe together.

"Uwhaa~ I really enjoyed today~" she sighed softly as she looked at you. You smiled softly in response as the sun starts setting. 

"Is it me or does she look... Much more gorgeous than ever? I feel like I fall more in love with her each every minute, second, per second..." you softly thought as you stared at the view, the view being her of course~

"You really acted like a gentleman today ~" she sighed once again. 

"Hey, it's not your fault!... And, you don't have to pay me back by the way ~" you smiled softly as she looked at you with a.. quite mischievous smile..

"is that so?~" she replied as she stopped walking and turned to you

"Mhm, I insist!~" you replied quickly, feeling again determined. Both of you now just gaze into eachother's eyes once more. The same feeling of being the only ones floating in space begun for you once again, before she broke it by saying:

"Well~" she started and seemed to pull out something.. it was her wallet. "I was going to but if you say so~~" she giggled at your surprised expression before she walked away, leaving you there dumbfounded....

You decide whether you wanna forgive her or not, but I'd say that was a smooth move as a hint that she even liked you~ 

[hogwartsandhawkins]

Prove Me Wrong

Chapter 9: I've Been Watching You For Some Time

If you need to catch up, here's the masterlist

Summary: Billy helps Jess bake

Warnings: Mentions of bruising and blood. Mentions of fighting. Swearing. The ending of this chapter being waayyyyyy too sappy for a Billy Hargrove fic, but eff it, I like sappy. Also, semi-proofread. Let me know if I missed anything

Word Count: 3.8k

Author's Note: Should I start making a playlist for each chapter?? I'm starting to realize music is a major theme in this series so... Also, considering the next chapter is the house party chapter, I might do it anyways just for that one.

Jess awoke the next morning groggy and miserable. According to her wall clock, it was already 7:30, thirty minutes later than she would normally get up, yet, she couldn’t bring herself to leave the comfort of her sheets. However, when she remembered why she was absolutely exhausted in the first place, she shot up out of bed and looked to the floor by the footboard. Her pillow and blanket remained on the ground, and a note seemed to be placed on top of the pillow. She picked up the piece of notebook paper and squinted, her eyes still not adjusted to being awake. 

Wanted to leave before anyone else got up. See you at 8

P.S. You snore. A lot. It’s kind of cute. 

Jess groaned at the thought of being ready in the next thirty minutes but dragged her feet to her dresser to find something to throw on, where she came across a jacket thrown over the corner of the dresser, a jacket that definitely did not belong to her. She tossed the familiar leather jacket on her unmade bed, then dug through a dresser drawer to find the high-waisted jeans she decided on wearing today. She then walked to her closet to retrieve a warm, pale pink turtleneck and a skinny brown belt. After throwing on the ensemble, she looked into the mirror above the dresser, quickly looking herself over before decidedly tucking in her turtleneck.  She was now looking back toward her bed, at the leather jacket. She was unsure of whether to hide it in her closet, afraid of her mother coming into her room to randomly clean as she sometimes did and finding it, or to bring it with her, considering she would still have to hide it in her bag or underneath her arm when she left. She threw her book bag next to it, deciding she would make her decision later. 

She went into her bathroom and continued to get ready for the day, placing the left side of her hair in two simple, black barrette clips, keeping it out of her face. She brushed her teeth longer than she should have, occasionally daydreaming or falling back asleep as she did so. She secured one of her white scrunchies around her wrist before leaving the restroom, knowing she’d need it for practice, and headed back to her room, where she was again confronted with Billy’s jacket. She figured she ought to bring it with her, it was cold after all and she was sure he would want it back. When she tried to stuff it in her bag, she quickly realized it was too large and thick to fit properly, causing her bag to bulge awkwardly and not allow it to zip closed. Sighing, she took it back out and secured it under her arm, throwing her backpack over her opposite shoulder. When she walked into the kitchen to retrieve both Billy’s and Max’s breakfast, she found her mother with a cup of coffee, staring at the TV from the kitchen island. 

“Good morning, hun.”

“Morning, Mom.” 

“You look… tired.” 

“Thanks.” She now had the fridge door open, peering inside to find there were only three muffins left. She grabbed them and then grabbed herself a banana, too tired to even consider making herself a proper breakfast. Jess glanced down at her watch and realized that Billy would be there any minute. She wished her mom a good rest of her day as she started for the front door. 

“Oh hunny, put your coat on, it’s freezing today.”

“Mom, my hands are kinda full.” She figured that this was a good enough excuse that would keep her mom at bay, that she wouldn’t have to pretend Billy’s jacket was her own, but her mother wasn’t letting up. 

“Well put it all down on the entrance table and put it on, Jess. It’s cold out there.” Her mother gave her the look, so she, unfortunately, did as she was told. Pulling it on she was able to clearly smell the mix of leather and Billy’s woody cologne, the scent of cigarette smoke acting as a footnote. The feeling of it being completely on sent electricity through Jess’s shoulders. It was foreign to her, having something of Billy’s so close to her. The sleeves were much too long, causing her to pull them up as she reached for the food she had placed on the table and then opened the door. “Have a good day, sweetheart.” 

She walked out into the cold, now glad she followed her mother’s instruction, the blush from having his clothes on making her even warmer than any other coat could. He, surprisingly, was late. And after standing there for another minute, she walked over to his place, thinking it would save time anyways. As she got closer, she could see Max rushing out the door along with Billy, who was visibly irritated. 

“Come on shitbird we gotta motor. Jess’s already waiting for us-” 

“She’s right there.” 

Billy turned from his driver’s door to find her, noticing immediately what she had on, causing him to smirk in satisfaction. He met her the rest of the way to retrieve what was in her hands. He was now wearing a different jacket, his denim one, which made Jess realize she should have brought her own jacket with her considering she would now be without one for the rest of the day. As he dropped his hands out of his pockets to meet hers and grab what was in them, she looked down and noticed his knuckles were now freshly cut open and bruised. 

“Cute coat,” Billy teased, only dropping his smirk to take a bite of his cold muffin. 

“Yeah, well my mom made me put it on. And since I had to pretend it was mine, I did.”

“Why’d you pretend it was yours?” 

“Because,” she was now whispering, looking over Billy’s shoulder at Max who was already in the back of Billy’s Camero, uninterested in their conversation, “I didn’t want her to know you were over last night, obviously.” 

“You couldn’t just say I left it at your place when we were studying?” 

The realization that she very well could have made her drop her shoulders in realization and sigh in annoyance, “Well, I’m not exactly used to lying to my parents, Hargrove.”

Billy nodded his head, swiping the top row of his teeth with his tongue as he did so. He then looked back to his car. “Better get going, princess.” As they both entered the car, he tossed Max one of the muffins, and then looked at the third one before looking over at Jess, “Is that all you’re eating?” He then nodded his head to the banana that was still in her hands. 

“Eh. I figured since you guys normally get two I’d just let you two fight over the last one.” In the middle of her sentence, he was already setting the last muffin on her lap as he looked behind him, throwing his car in reverse as he did so. 

“We ate already anyways,” is all he said as he began leaving his driveway. Billy then flipped on his music, You’ve Got Another Thing Coming blasting from the stereo as she began to turn it down. 

“So have you guys been eating every morning?” 

“Yup.” Max answered, her mouth full from a bite of her own muffin.

“So why the hell have I been grabbing you guys two every morning?!” 

“Hey, I never told you to do that.” Billy was now the one to answer, he too eating as he talked to her, “But I’m not one to complain,” He then looked over at her and quickly winked her way before looking back at the road. 

“You guys are the worst.” 

“But we appreciate you anyways.” Max had decided to speak up again, taking a triumphant last bite before wiping her hands clean and discarding the lining on the seat next to her. 

“Aye dipshit, that better not be there when you leave my car.” Billy was now eyeing Max through his rearview mirror, seemingly able to see her discard her trash in his backseat. Instead of acknowledging him, her attention turned to Jess, now eyeing the leather jacket skeptically. 

“Wait. Is that Billy’s?” She was audibly disgusted by the fact that one of her close friends now had on her stepbrother’s, well, anything. She kept a look of distasteful surprise on her face until Jess turned to her, not really sure what to say. 

“W-“

“Mind your own business, shitbird,” Billy cut in, refusing to allow Max to convince Jess to take it off any time soon. 

“Ugh. Gag me with a spoon.” Max then slumped back into the middle seat, crossing her arms in the process before continuing, “What’s Steve gonna say?” 

“Who cares what bitch-boy says.” 

Jess kept her eyes on Max as she refuted her abhorrence, “I’m not actually wearing it for the day. Billy left it… last night (not a lie) and I was just returning it.” She then turned back to watch Billy turn into the parking lot as she carried on making up excuses as to why it was even on her in the first place. “And then it was cold so… but I’m just giving it back.” 

“Whatever.” Jess swore up and down that Max had her stepbrother’s attitude, and if they weren’t blood-related she would have assumed that their snarky behavior ran in the family. 

“Alright, now get lost.” The Camaro was abruptly parked, causing both Jess and Max to be thrown slightly back and then forward.  As Max began to once again climb to the front without Jess having time to exit the vehicle, Jess threw her hand up. 

“Why don’t I get out to make it easier for you.” As she opened the passenger door and got out, Max was right on her tail, wasting no time to leave their presence as she was visibly irritated: with both of them most likely. Jess sat back down as Max cleared the doorway, but before she shut the door Max turned and looked directly at Billy. 

“I don’t need to remind you to leave her alone, do I?”

“Goodbye, Max.” Billy was now ducking so that Max was able to clearly view him waiving sarcastically before flipping her off. She returned the favor as she slammed the door, shaking her head and rolling her eyes in the process. Jess then watched as she dropped her board rather aggressively and skated straight to her middle school. Billy looked behind them and groaned at the sight of Max’s leftover trash still laying on his seat. 

“Fucker,” He grumbled as he shifted back in his seat after retrieving his bag and the muffin lining from behind him. Jess was now eating her own breakfast, careful not to spill any crumbs in his spotless Camaro. 

Jess looked back at Billy’s knuckles, which were much different than how he arrived last night. She gestured with her muffin toward them and simply asked, “What happened?” 

Billy chuckled, looking over at her, and joked, “You should see the other guy.” Jess didn’t find the joke as funny as Billy did, and when she gave him a knowing look, he caved in. “I couldn’t have a busted lip without having a few busted knuckles to match alright? Don’t worry, just punched my bed a few times. No big deal.” 

Jess couldn’t help but think back on times Billy had come to school with purple knuckles just as he had now, with only a small bruise or scratch on his face, but every time she thought back, no one really knew who he got in a fight with. It was always some kid from out of town, or some older college dude who didn’t know his place, and everyone believed him because he was Billy Hargrove, the fights didn’t need much explanation. The realization made her sigh in acceptance as she took another bite of her breakfast, losing her appetite the more she thought about those many incidents. 

Billy watched her mind work, and before she was able to think about it for too long, he quickly changed the subject. “So, if you’re just ‘giving it back’ I’m guessing you brought your own?” When she just shook her head back, mouth still full, he sighed, “Yeah, I thought so… It’s not a big deal if you wear it, you know.” 

Jess laughed at the thought of her waltzing into school in Billy Hargrove’s jacket as she swallowed. “Yeah right! I’m sure Steve would have a spaz attack.” As she took one last bite, she again laughed at another realization, “Oh god, and Jane. She would probably hate me even more than she does now. Not to mention the shit I’d get from Carol.” She then remembered the conversation at her locker from yesterday and knew she wouldn’t get away with wearing another article of clothing belonging to a different boy. Jess handed her remaining trash to Billy, who was more than happy to take it, as she began awkwardly shifting from left to right in her seat, and, to Billy’s disappointment, started pulling her arms one at a time out of the leather coat. She then aimed it behind Billy and looked back to him, “Is this okay?” indicating that she was about to toss it there. 

“Sure,” was all he had to say, now searching the parking lot through his front windshield. When he heard the fabric drop, he sighed, beginning to open his door, causing Jess to do the same. When the cold hit, part of her begged the other to reach into the backseat and put back on the leather jacket, but the most stubborn part of her won, which was also aware of how much Steve would possibly hate her if she gave into the cold. So instead, she found her best friend, as she has done every morning this week, and walked over to him, slightly bouncing as her turtleneck was not enough to keep the December wind from reaching her skin. 

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Today’s afterschool practice was just as rough as yesterday’s, considering Wednesday was the day both the basketball team and the cheer team shared the track for their weekly mile. And though a mile is significantly less than two, they wouldn’t be exactly finished with their practice since they would still have 40 minutes to fill, 40 minutes that their coach was not in the mood to waste. Jess was, however, grateful for the extra activity, as the girls were now back to having practices outside, considering it was not below freezing, according to their coach anyway. So when she entered her locker room with her face as red as it was, her forehead speckled with sweat, she was sure to take advantage of the showers. It was only when she was met with the doors that separated the gym from the outside did she begin to regret her shower, as she was still with the consequential wet hair that came from it. She stopped at the double doors, unwilling to feel the push of freezing cold air that would hit her face if she decided to open them. 

“What’s the matter, Logan?” Billy had exited his own locker room, his hair dried a little better than hers, his hands in his pockets, his jacket pockets, the sight making her shiver in anticipation for what waited behind those doors. As she looked over at him with envy, he slightly leaned in to his left, wearing a smirk that irritated her, “Maybe next time, you’ll just wear the damn coat.” He then freed his right hand from the warmth of his pocket and pushed in the metal bar that released one of the doors from its latch and walked out, unphased by the weather. Jess sucked in and held it as she followed suit, convincing herself that the discomfort that came from not being allowed to breathe would outweigh any that came from the cold. 

Not below freezing my ass. 

Billy quickly unlocked both of their doors and then just as swiftly blasted his heater. He then reached directly behind him and retrieved the jacket that was left behind and waited for Jess to enter her side of the car before handing it over, still wearing the same smirk, as if to challenge her to put it on in front of everyone walking out from their gym. 

“You’re an ass,” she claimed as she begrudgingly took it and put it on. It was slightly colder than she remembered it being this morning, but it still made her feel much warmer than she was the two seconds before she had it on. Billy only chuckled at her irritation as he pulled forward, away from his parking spot, and exited the lot. 

Their ride home consisted of Billy flipping through radio channels, constantly complaining over Hawkin’s ‘shit selection’, and Jess rubbing her hands together as she looked out her passenger window at the familiar view of trees and plain houses. When they pulled into Jess’s driveway, they wasted no time retreating into her home, which was oddly quiet from Billy’s point of view. However, Jess closed the door, locked it, and immediately walked over to the kitchen fridge, swiftly ripping a note from a magnet, only to skim it for a few seconds before tossing it in the trash. 

“What was that?”

“It’s date night for my parents. Something about Indianapolis. They’ll be gone all night.” As Jess said this, she opened the fridge door, knowingly looking in and then looking down at the fruit drawer, where she found that they were out of blueberries. “Great.” She continued to look through it, before taking out a plastic package. “So how do you feel about cranberry orange?” She then placed the cranberries on the kitchen island before peering into the pantry, eyeing a package of chocolate chips, “Or what about chocolate chip muffins?” 

“What, you making some fresh ones just for me, Logan?” As he began to crack his award-winning smile, she opened the plastic and threw a cranberry at him. 

“I said stop doing that.” 

She underestimated his reflexes as he caught it, tossing it into the sink once he did so. He came closer to her, looking around at all the ingredients she was pulling from the fully stocked closet. 

“So why’re you making them now then?” 

“Well, if you’re still expecting muffins as payment for the rides, I need to make a new batch.” She then searched for her metal measuring cups along with her two wooden mixing bowls, placing them on the island along with the ingredients once found. After pushing up the sleeves of Billy’s leather jacket many times, she remembered she no longer needed it, throwing it over the back of the living room couch. “Set the oven to three-fifty, will ya?” Billy left his spot leaning against the sink to do as he was told, twiddling with the dials until he figured out how to adjust the temperature. He then walked toward the island Jess was working at, pushing against it with his palms. 

“Okay, Hargrove,” She then picked up the chips and the cranberries, alternating lowering and raising each one, “Which flavor am I doing?” 

“Both.” 

“Both?”

“Both.” 

“Why can’t you be like your sister and choose chocolate like a normal teenager…” Once she was done combining the wet and dry ingredients, she then split the batter halfway, folding the chocolate chips in one half. She then walked over to the fruit basket located on the counter that separated the kitchen from the living room and tossed an orange to Billy, who effortlessly caught this piece of fruit as well. “Alright then, you get to zest the orange though.”

“I get to what?” 

“Zest?” When Billy still gave her a befuddled look, she sighed and took the zester from its home and placed it on the counter, finding two smaller bowls after and placing them in the same area. She then placed the zester in her left hand, gently taking back the orange from Billy and holding it in her right hand. She then lightly grated the orange against the tool back and forth, making sure to carefully aim the shredded pieces into one of the bowls. When this was done she began to cut what was left of the orange, juicing it into the separate bowl. Billy watched as she worked, feeling as he did the night previous. He watched the tiny muscles in her hands flex as she squeezed what little was left from the orange. He watched as she continued to flip her hair out of her face, careful not to touch it with her hands as they were still dripping. He watched as sucked in her lips as she concentrated, the same way she did when she was fixing him up last night. 

Being with her in the kitchen, being allowed to observe her bake something for him, it all felt domestic to him. He stood there and wondered if this is what his father took for granted. He remembers his mother in the kitchen, always smiling though, in contrast to the look of concentration that Jess seemed to always wear in the kitchen. And though the two women were very different, they were both equally as beautiful in their own way to him. And in that moment, he began to loathe his father even more, because, especially now, he couldn’t understand how Neil would be able to stand there, watch his wife smile the way she used to in the kitchen, watch her put her heart into whatever it was she was making for the three of them, for his family, and not feel even feel a fraction of the way Billy did as he watched Jess do the same.  

When Jess turned back to him to announce she was almost ready to put them in the oven, what she found were his eyes already meeting hers, a look of deep thought glazed over them. It made her stomach jump to even think that he would ever watch her like that. But she shook this thought away and looked over at the plastic container once again. “You wanna help with the cranberries? It’s the last thing I need to do before they go in.” Jess watched the ripples within his ocean eyes start to calm as her question began to pull him back to whom he was supposed to be, and just like that, the ocean was again still as he answered her blandly. 

“Whatever you want, princess.”

And though she heard the sarcasm being hinted in his nonchalant demeanor, she missed the promise hidden within his words: that no matter what she asked, there was no possible way he would be able to turn her down. 

@nix-rose @fandom-princess-forevermore @ooo---hazelgrimm---ooo @axionn @hml-main