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romanticizing-writing · 2 days ago

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After being reblogged a second time with this, I have finally mustered up the courage to do this! @majoringinfanfiction tagging you here because technically you reblogged it to me first, so in case you're interested in hearing my responses.

1. If you could be any animal, which one would you choose to be?

I would choose to be a cat because I'm a cat person, I enjoy alone time (I'm an introvert), tend to wander wherever *cough cough* pace through rooms *cough cough* when I'm bored, and my love language is physical touch, so I get definitely see myself being affectionate in cat ways.

2. What would you choose to wear when you're in a hurry?

It genuinely would depend on where I'm going: Is it a formal event or a casual meet-up? Who would be there? Friends, superiors, or foes? Assuming I wouldn't have enough time to figure out these variables, I would most likely decide to wear something that would fit well in any category: A white blouse decorated with black flowers, small ruffles on the edges, and two drawstrings towards the bottom that can be used to shift it into a fancier shape; a black undershirt to complement the black flowers and because I don't feel comfortable exposing too much skin; faded blue denim jeans that flair out at the bottom with a cut in the side and flowers sewn into the design; and, lastly, a simple pair of black tennis shoes.

3. Are you a witch, vampire, fairy, dryad, siren, or mermaid and why do you think so?

This was personally a difficult question for me. I already had an idea of what each creature was like, but I still googled them to have an even better picture of which one I would most likely be. In the end, I settled on the mermaid. I love the water — it feels natural to me — and I am an excellent swimmer. I have a strong will and don't bend to other people, which, personality-wise, are what mermaids are supposed to be like. Also, I'm not 100% if singing became a hobby associated with mermaids when they sorta fused with sirens (in terms of concepts) and became the modern version of them, but I love to sing and am very much a theater kid at heart!

4. What is your style?

So, my favorite clothing style and the ideal way I would dress (if I had the money to afford it 💀) would be kawaii lolita. For those not familiar with the style, it's essentially adorable frilly dresses with large, poofy skirts — all colored in pastel! I love it and I feel like it radiates my personality (you'd be more likely to agree if you knew me irl 😅).

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Unfortunately, though, I don't actually dress that way due to the financial debt it would put me in. In reality, my style ranges from what I'd describe as cute casual to casual chill to extremely fancy. I wear a lot of sweaters (both open ones and regular, collar-less ones) and leggings when it's colder. Once it starts to get warmer, you won't ever catch me dead wearing shorts; it's skorts only! I dress, admittedly, very feminine with my clothes. (Please don't take this as me saying I think there's anything wrong with that — there's not, I'm just saying it in order to give a better idea of what my style is like.)

5. Regular milk or plant-based milk?

I only drink regular milk. I didn't realize that plant-based milk was something people drink until this question, though I suppose it makes sense.

6. Milk or cereal first?

I find it crazy that people debate over this kind of stuff. I put the cereal in the bowl first, then pour the milk second. Otherwise, I would do drastically terrible measurements and end up with a mess of overflowing milk. Then, I would be murdered by my family for causing such a disaster, and I would never be seen again. The end.

7. Favorite way to kill someone?

I just want to preface this by saying that I'm no murderer, nor do I intend on becoming one. With that being said, in terms of actual methods, I don't have one. However, I do love it (from a writer's perspective) when a character just monologues about all of the crazy ways to murder someone like an info-dumping machine as they casually perform the deed. It's displays just how unhinged and detached the character is, which I enjoy from a — and I repeat — writer's perspective.

I'm not pressuring any of you to do this, but I'm supposed to tag mutuals, so...

@ameluvs @kat-reich-4222000 @sunbxf

Once again, don't feel like you have to do this. It's all a matter of choice.

thankyou for the tag @preposterousray 🖤

get to know your mutuals♡

if you could be any animal which one would you choose to be? (can be fictional) (and you can explain why if you want to) I think I would choose to be a bengal tiger because I have always resonated with them 🐅 <3

what would you choose when you're in a hurry and have nothing to wear?

hm, a black singlet top, fishnet tights and black denim shorts with lace, hair in two spiky buns, eyeshadow and lipgloss, some bracelets and obviously my scoliosis brace but that is a mobility aid lol

are you a witch, vampire, fairy, dryad, siren or a mermaid and why do you think so?

I think either a witch (darkness, chaos, magic, freedom, and power, and animals, besides I’m already into witchery) and a vampire (turning into a bat, flying, supernatural powers, macabre)

what is your style?

idk man I love and admire both gothic fashion and punk-rock fashion. diy, scraps, lace, patches, studs, spikes, fishnets, jewellery, mesh, paint, safety pins, stockings, short skirts and shorts, crop tops, weird hairstyles and makeup, expressing individuality and rebellion and the macabre and unusual — and if I’m being formal then thrifted suit jackets and vampy curly updos ✨

regular milk or plant based milk?

regular milk 🥛

which one do you put first milk or cereal?

milk because I am a psychopath

nah I’m actually kidding I obviously put cereal first I just wanted to annoy whoever was reading this

fav way to kill someone? (idgaf if you never thought of it now you have to think of something and make it at least a bit cool I'm begging)

pull one of their eyes out with my fingers, shove a handkerchief into their eye socket, and then throw them the fuck overboard a ship to drown in the unforgiving sea kaz brekker style

tagging @vilecemetery @rottingangel9 @mossterious @urlocalbone @butterflypython @ball-of-insecurities @sandmoondooh @calder-a @sparklykat-hideoutenthusiast and anyone else who wants to join

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lilhughesy · 1 hour ago

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Look at You Now | Luke Hughes x Fem!Reader

warnings! hints towards sex (nothing graphic!) and angst! word count: 3.5k

summary: You have been together so long and you don't need to constantly express your love and appreciation towards each other. But what if he falls too deep into that routine and ends up putting you lower on his list of priorities?

It trickled slowly into your life, so slowly that was nearly unnoticeable. It seeped through the cracks and edges until it fully infiltrated you and your life. He still wore the same smile you fell in love with. His eyes still had the same creases at its edges when he laughed that brought the butterflies to your stomach.

The coffee maker would brew the same two cups of coffee every morning, in the matching mugs you had bought when you first started living together.

"Do you like these?" You asked him, raising two matching mugs from the shelf in Target, "We should get these!"

"Baby, we both have mugs already." He chuckled, shaking his head slightly at your excitement over glassware.

"Okay but picture us sitting in the kitchen every morning and drinking our coffees in matching mugs!" You beamed, rotating the porcelain in your hands to admire the design, "It would be so adorable."

He nudged the cart towards you, stopping it before it could bump into your hip, "Put it in the cart. You're already set on that idea so it's either we buy it now or you coming back tomorrow to get them."

"You know me so well." You teased, carefully placing the two mugs into the cart, next to the other various pieces of decor.

"It's almost like we've been dating for four years." He joked back, easily matching your energy like he always did, "And that we just moved in together."

"Okay, you know it's because it's so expensive to live alone in this economy!" You whined, guiding your boyfriend down the aisle, "I'm a fresh college graduate and I can't afford to live alone in an apartment in New Jersey, and you didn't want me living with a stranger."

"Nothing is wrong with us living together, babe. We've been thinking about this for a long time now and after doing basically two and a half years long distance, we deserve this." He reassured you, kissing your forehead as he stopped next to you with the shopping cart in front of him.

"I love you so much."

"I love you."

The familiar scent of your favourite coffee grounds flooding the kitchen, engulfing you the same way his arms would wrap around your waist. How he would hold you while you would make breakfast for him before his morning skate, how his lips would pepper kisses on your neck.

"Smells good in here." He mumbled against your neck.

You laughed and moved your body away from his slightly, "Your hair is tickling me."

He pouted, "Don't pull away, I wanna spend time with my girl before I have to go to morning skate."

You rolled your eyes playfully, returning to your original position and focusing back on the eggs that were cooking on the pan.

"You're so clingy in the morning." You told him, your free hand going to his curls.

"I just know that I'm going to miss you when I'm at practice."

You smiled at him as he straightened his posture, giving you space to transfer the eggs onto the two plates that already had toast on them. He waited for you to place the pan back on the stove before taking the two plates from you and moving towards your typical seats in the kitchen. He carefully placed both down on the marble while you retrieved utensils. As you settled onto the seat across from him, he brushed your hair in front of your face and pressed a loving kiss on your lips, "Thank you for breakfast, baby."

The multiple vases that stood proudly around the apartment, all filled with different flowers that he had bought you on his way back from either morning skate or from a game. Claiming that it was a thank you for always being there for him or that they were pretty and reminded him of you.

"More flowers?" You laughed, taking the bouquet of tulips from his hands and holding it close to your chest, "They're beautiful but we already have so many around this place!"

"They looked so perfect at the store and I knew you would love them." He winked, kissing your cheek and placed his hands on your hips as he passed behind you into the kitchen, "Plus, the ones on the coffee table are in need of changing."

"You don't have to keep buying me flowers, they're expensive!"

"Baby, you do realize I'm a professional hockey player right?" He teased while placing his shaker bottle into the dishwasher, "They make you happy and they bring colour to our place, it's the least I can do."

You smiled up at him as he approached you, hands holding your waist, "I love you."

"I love you." He grinned, kissing you slowly.

You still wore the same hoodie that he gave you back on the first night you met at UMich. The well-worn black hoodie with his jersey number embroidered on the right sleeve, his old hockey club printed on the front. The small holes that appeared with wear on the edges by your wrists. It had that softness that only comes with countless trips to the washer and with years of consistent use.

"God, you kill me every time you wear that." He groaned, pulling you by the hips towards his chest and capturing your lips into a deep kiss.

You giggled against his mouth, placing your elbows on his shoulders and crossing your wrists behind his neck.

"Jump, baby." He breathed out.

You complied, his larger hands on your ass to support you as your legs wrap around his waist. He slowly walked towards the counter top, carefully setting you on it while never separating away from your lips.

His lips trailed away from yours and travelled towards your ear where he lightly bit on your ear lobe before pressing wet kisses on your neck. His hands were firm on your thighs, gently caressing shapes into your skin as you let out a breathy moan.

"Don't you have to take your pre-game nap soon?" You asked him, your hands tangled up in his hair.

"Yeah but I also need to show my girl how much I love her and give her the love she deserves." He mumbled against your collarbone before sucking on the skin, leaving a red mark that was definitely going to darken over the next few hours.

His routine was the same. He was a man of routine.

Without fail, he would place his dirty dishes into the sink of your shared apartment. He would return to your bedroom to grab a pair of socks and his phone that he left on its charger. He would grab his hockey bag from its closet, drag it to have it propped up against the door. Then he would jog over to you and your spot on the barstool at the kitchen island, making sure to give you a kiss on your forehead, each cheek, and then your lips. He would tell you that he loved you, how he hoped that you will have a good morning, and that he will see you after practice.

Well, it stayed the same until it slowly started to shift. It didn't change over the course of a few weeks, rather months. Small changes being sprinkled in every few weeks, so slowly that you didn't pick them up.

It changed ever so slowly that you didn't even notice how he started bringing his phone to breakfast, leaving it on the counter as you two ate. Or how he slowly changed his pattern of kisses. How he would sometimes check for notifications when you would sit in a comfortable silence. Or when he just said he loved you and will see you in a bit. How he wouldn't come straight home after practice. How he got lunch with the boys instead of picking up food for the both of you to share. Or how he went to Jack's place to hang out after games and sometimes spending the night at the apartment he used to live in, rather than sleeping in the same bed as you.

You brushed it off every time. You weren't the type of girl to keep a tracker on your boyfriend, needing to know his every move. He was allowed to hang out with his friends, spend evenings with his brother, go out to get drinks with teammates. You only wished for him to let you know when he had these planned, so you weren't left to sit on the couch alone, waiting for your boyfriend to come home.

But he was a man of routine.

You two still fought over the same argument, it was getting exhausting.

"Hi baby." He called out, closing the door to the apartment behind him and kicking off his shoes. He shoved his hockey bag into the closet, "Sorry, practice ran long today."

You sat on the couch, your back facing him as you couldn't even bear looking at him.

"You okay?" He asked, while grabbing a water bottle from the fridge and walking over to you, "What's the matter?"

"What's the matter?" You asked back, somewhat mocking him.

He looked taken back at your harsher tone, "Jesus, I was just asking a question. No need to be like that, babe."

"Sorry, I was acting like that when there are videos and pictures of my boyfriend dancing with other girls at the club last night." You spat, sarcasm heavy in your voice. You scoffed at his confused reaction, tossing your phone at him. It was open to the post with the different videos of him and a random girl.

"Baby, it's not what it looks like I promise."

How you didn't recognize the girl who was pressed up against him in the photos that were posted to Instagram and TikTok. How you told him that you didn't appreciate him being seen dancing with other girls at the clubs, especially when people were aware that he was dating you and it felt extremely disrespectful to you.

"God, how many times do I have to go through this?!" You cried out, raising your hands to the top of your hair as you paced the same spot in your bedroom, "This is the second time! Do you know what they are saying about me? How sorry they feel for me?"

"Why do you care about what they think of our relationship?" He argued from the doorway, "They don't know us, they don't know how much I love you and how much you mean to me. They don't know what we've been through, baby. Who cares what they say."

"Are you saying this isn't real then?" You asked him, showing the photo on your phone, "This didn't happen?"

"God no! I told you, I was at Jack's last night." He said to you, "Ask him! I wasn't at the bar last night, that photo is edited and the back of my head doesn't even look like that!"

"I swear to god, if you're lying to me right now and I find out- I am leaving you." You threatened as you started texting Jack, "I'm not joking."

"Baby, don't even say that." He breathed out, "I love you so much, you know that. I have the rest of the day off, let's go do something together today."

But, you would still fall for his empty promises every time, how he would tell you that there was no other girl in his life that meant more to him than you. That it was a weird angle and that he wasn't actually that close to that girl in real life. That the other girls meant nothing to him. He loved you, and only you.

"Thanks babe." He said to you as he sat down while you placed his breakfast in front of him, he briefly glanced up from his phone to see what you made, "Looks good."

"No problem," You smiled, sitting next to him, "Also have you seen your mug? I haven't seen it for the past few days."

Referring to his mug that matched with yours. You would always make his morning coffee in it, but it had gone missing yesterday and you had spent majority of your day searching for it.

"Oh, it broke in the dishwasher the other day. I threw it out," He replied plainly, still scrolling through his phone, "I thought I had mentioned it to you, sorry baby."

You felt a small wave of disappointment at the news but brushed it off, "That's too bad."

Maybe the broken mug was some sort of insinuation of your relationship. The loneliness had sunk deep in your bones. You would walk through the city, tending to the errands on your to do list alone. You navigated the city in a lonely silence, wishing that your boyfriend was next to you rather than wherever he was in that moment.

Truth be told, after graduating and moving straight to New Jersey to be with your boyfriend, you hadn't made any other friends than his teammates. You didn't have any one else to hang out with when he was out.

You would come home, placing the multiple bags of groceries in the kitchen. You would see that his shoes were still missing, so he was too. You would float through the kitchen as you placed the variety of items away, a pang in your chest as you watched the time go by. You would curl up on the couch, with another book and a cup of tea to spend the next few hours as you waited. The pile of completed books that sat in the corner of the apartment grew every day. It was the easiest way to past time.

The apartment remained silent, it was empty and cold even though there were candles burning and the tv playing your current show. But it didn't feel the same as it used to. It lacked the vibrancy it used to hold. You couldn't even remember the last time the two of you had a date night out together, with the mix of his busy schedule and him being on the road for games while him also going out into the city with his friends.

You sank further into your spot on the couch, reflecting on your life. You wondered when the last time the two of you watched your show together on this couch, or the last time you two ordered food and cuddled up under the blankets. He always seemed so preoccupied with hockey and his social life, you just wondered when he decided that you were no longer a part of his priority list. You couldn't put a finger on the last time he had his arms around your waist, swaying you slightly as you made breakfast together. Or when he would randomly send you a song that he listened to on his drive to practice that reminded him of you. The one vase with flowers in the kitchen were the ones you bought yourself a week ago, and they didn't look the same as when he would buy them for you.

Suddenly you realized how hollow you had been for the past... you don't even know how long. Things weren't the same anymore and they haven't been for a while. You had been living through the ideas of who he used to be; the love and happiness he used to fill you with. You wondered how long he was going to keep this going, with the same smile on his face. It was like living in a time machine. How making the same coffee in the same mugs to bring familiarity to how you used to be. You would buy yourself flowers now instead of him, to make sure that at least one vase was filled with the spring-like colours. Just to bring you comfort that nothing had changed, except that everything has. Including him.

You had been clinging onto the old version of him through the shape of his old hoodie that you still wore and the I love you's said to each other. Now, you just weren't so sure if he meant those eight letters and only said them as part of his routine. Or to say them to have you stay with him.

You couldn't even remember the last time he looked at you when he said those three words.

You curled into a small ball on your side of the bed, wearing your sleep shirt and keeping your eyes on the clock on the night stand. You waited for him to come home, if he were to come home. The jingle of keys was heard outside of the bedroom door along with the shuffles of his feet. You could hear him getting ready for bed in the bathroom; the shower running, the rustling of the towel drying off his skin, his electric tooth brush.

A sliver of light shined into the darkness of the bedroom as he quietly crept into the room. He crawled into the bed, the mattress dipping slightly as he settled in. You shifted your position.

"Hi baby," He whispered, "You awake?"

"Mhm."

"Sorry I came home late." He mumbled, trying to find a comfortable position next to you, "Jesper and Jack wanted to get some drinks."

"Okay." You replied plainly, closing your eyes again, 'Can I ask you something?"

"Yeah, of course."

"Do you still love me?" You asked him, turning to face him. You could somewhat make out the shocked and confused expression on his face in the dark.

He was at a loss of words in that moment, "Why would you ask that?"

"I was just thinking about it today."

"Of course I love you." He told you as if it was the most obvious answer in the world.

"Mm," You hummed out, carefully contemplating your next words, "It feels like you stopped loving me a long time ago."

He propped himself up on his elbow, much more awake than he was when he initially entered the bedroom. His head was racing through the differently possibilities that could have occurred to cause you to say that to him. But he also pulled a blank, because you seemed happy this entire time.

"What's going on baby?"

"I don't know," You sighed, also propping your upper body up and twisting to the side to flick on the dim lamp, "I feel like I'm not a priority to you anymore."

"That's not true, you mean everything to me." He reassured you, his eyes bouncing around the features of your face and taking you in for the first time in a while. Your eyes had bags under them and you lost some weight in your face, your skin seemed a bit more pale than normal.

"Then why does it feel like you don't care about spending time with me anymore?" You questioned, "I know that your work is busy and it's tiring - I get that. But you still make time to get drinks with your friends and to go clubbing and to get lunch with Jack. That's fine, I'm not upset over that."

"Then what are you upset about?" He asked carefully, his tone had a slight quiver to it as all of this was new information to him. He didn't want to push the wrong button nor disregard your feelings.

"I'm upset over the fact that I can't even remember the last time you took me out for a dinner, hell I can't even remember the last time you looked at me and said 'I love you' while looking like you meant it."

"I do love you, baby." He told you, "I love you so fucking much, I thought you knew this. I do everything for you."

"You don't mean it the same way that you used to..."

"Babe, I don't even know what you mean by that. I'm telling you right now that I love you." He repeated, his hand caressing your arm, "I love you."

"No, you don't. You love me because you're used to me and because I'm a part of your routine, not because of who I am or the relationship we have together. You love me because I've been at your side for over four years. You don't look the same when I look at you now, and I know it's because you don't love me Luke."

And he looked away from you as those words left your lips because he knew it was true. He knew that things haven't been the same for a long time and that you deserved better than being dismissed and pushed aside. He was aware that he was pushing you down the priority list and he had only hoped that you wouldn't catch on.

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