#don't let me run with it clearly I have the silliest of takes

[dipplinduo]

I know Kiki is most often associated with Ogrepon and Pecharunt, but what about him finding Meloetta since it can be found in the Coastal Biome?

You know, narratively speaking, I see a really poetic, self-growth journey-esque oneshot here about Kieran finding the beat to his own drum (ba dum tss) by finding Meloetta and readjusting his focus from trying to essentially be all the accomplishments & qualities he sees in Juliana.

...and I also see a horrible parody version of him finding Meloetta and requesting nothing but onion edge lord emo music during his angsty phase. xDDDD

[oliversszx]

Hihi!!!

I'm Oliver :3 You can call me Oliver, Ollie, August, Cody, etc !!! I'm part of an osdd-1b system,, but this account will only b run by me ^_^

I'm literally the silliest boy of all time fear me

Im also garfields #1 fan and anyone who says otherwise is LYING!!!!! /silly

I pretty much like.. NEED tonetags to understand. I have autism, adhd, and ocd so umm yeah

There's some stuff I wanna go over too!!!

DNI:

Dream/wilbur/jschlatt supporters (I'm a dsmp fan.. so ehem yk. Separate art from the artist!!! c!dream stans dni tho you suck (unless u like his character .. js dont support the actions of him))

Endogenic/non-traumagenic systems (you're not real)

18+ (js a comfort thing)

Any kind of k!nk, r34, or nsfw content

Drugs, ed, sh, etc centered blogs/content

Basic dni criteria (homo/transphobia, racism, yk basic stuff)

Anti-mogai, anti-furry, anti-cglre, anti-age/pet(d)re, anti-therian/otherkin, etc.

Cgl, ddlg, abdl, and any age/pet play variants

People who say age/pet regression is a k!nk

Basically just don't be an awful person, yk?? A minor and an age regressor runs this blog, don't be weird and don't be a bitch. I block freely

Mspec/lesboy/gaybian/good faith etc (seriously fuck off)

Exclusionist, terf, etc

BYF/BYI:

I talk kinda weird!! Stuff like adding zs to the end of stuff, random fs or js at the end of my words. If this is gonna be an issue 4 u, then erm js don't interact SOB

I don't take requests. I do what I want, when I want >:[

I might spew my own opinionz out there every once anf a while so uhemrnm if you don't wanna see that then js .. don't read them

Normally my stimboards will be based around my hyperfixations and/or special interests. So expect a lot of one's for the same character over and over again !!!

I'm a therian, otherkin, anifaux, and fictionkin, and also im an age/pet regressor. Maybe, just maybe, you shuld take that into account when interactinf.. if ur blog clearly states that u donr want those ppl interacting, then don't interact back

Some of my posts will be made for when I'm regressed or when I am regressed. So childish stuff in them is bound to happen,, let me be free vro

That's about it <33

Ty for reading !!!

[axvwriter]

A Gift for Deuce Spade

[This is a fanfiction of Deuce from the game Twisted Wonderland and me inserting my oc Bobo as the main character.]

Bobo had debated wearing the special outfit she always wore to Heartslabyul's unbirthday parties. Though she soon tossed that idea, she should use a different outfit for something as special as a birthday party. Bobo sighed, wishing she had thought about this before the actual day. Instead she had been so focused on preparing a gift for him, that she hadn't considered looking at her wardrobe.

"Enough standing around, Bobo! I don't want to be late!" Grim whined, entering their shared bedroom to collect the girl. Bobo sighed, turning to look at the direbeast.

"Sorry, I just wished I had something nice to wear..."

"What does it matter? It's not like Deuce would care. Come on, let's go or they'll serve the cake without us!" Grim impatiently went up to tug on her pant's leg. Bobo complied, closing her closet door to follow after him.

"I would be surprised if he threw a fit over me just wearing my school uniform, but it's fun to dress up for special occasions. Surely you can agree with that sentiment, after all you did like the ribbon I found for you to wear to the unbirthday parties." Bobo made sure to grab the present she prepared for Deuce before leaving the dorm building. She held it loosely behind her back as the odd pair headed to the hall of mirrors.

"Myaah, I guess so, but it's only expected for the great Grim to dress as an amazin' as I am!" Grim puffed out his chest, tail swishing slowly just like a happy cat would. Bobo held back a laugh, smiling as she eyed the raggedy ribbon he usually always wore.

"Indeed." Though despite the rips and holes the poor ribbon held at its ends, Bobo couldn't imagine replacing it. "You know, if you were willing to try saving up your portion of our allowance, maybe we could get you more ribbons."

"And miss out on tuna!? No way!" Grim instantly shot down the idea. He even shot Bobo a look, his face clearly showing how insane he thought she sounded. Not even looking back forward, Grim stepped through the mirror that would take them to the Heartslabyul dorm. Bobo shook her head, disappointed by his response.

"He just has to insist on spending all of his share on tuna... Not even different variations of food." Bobo muttered to herself before stepping through the portal. As she approached the rose garden, she caught sight of Grim briefly greeting Deuce. She could only guess he barely got out a "happy birthday" before running off to the snacks table.

"Wow, you've come to wish me a happy birthday? This day just keeps getting better!" Deuce brightened up upon seeing Bobo approaching. With how dismissive and speedy Grim was, he nearly thought Bobo had opted to not come. After all, the pair weren't inseparable. There were plenty of times that Grim would come to hang out all by himself.

"Of course I've come! Something terribly bad would have to happen before I miss one of my good friend's birthday parties!" Bobo gasped, somewhat surprised. As one of the first people to befriend her in this world, the idea of not coming sounded impossible.

"Oh, geez. I bet I've got the silliest grin on my face. I'm so happy I just can't help it." Deuce didn't want to admit aloud that he did think for a while that she would skip the event. For the past few days she had been keeping her distance from him and Ace.

"I'm glad to hear it." Bobo giggled and shifted her present to one hand so she could sling an arm around him for a brief hug. "Happy birthday, Deuce."

"Thanks a ton, Bobo! I'll do my best to keep being a guy worth celebrating." Deuce had returned the hug with both arms, causing him to bump the gift. He stepped back, surprise painting his face as a neatly wrapped box fell to the ground. Bobo bent down to scoop it back up, a bit annoyed that it was so easily knocked out of her hand.

"Worth celebrating? Deuce, you don't need to do anything to deserve having your birthday celebrated." Bobo chuckled as she held the box in front of her, brushing off any dirt that may have gotten on it. "Simply being born is enough of a reason to celebrate... well.. anyone."

"Is that for me?" Deuce couldn't help how the present was consuming his focus.

"Oh? No, it's for Trey." Bobo joked, even laughing as Deuce seemed to believe her as his face fell. "It's yours and it's from me. If Grim tries to claim it's from him as well... you should know he only signed the card." She pushed the box into his hands, causing him to light back up.

"Can I open it right now?" Deuce asked, his fingers twitching against the thin ribbon tied about the box.

"Well... I suppose you could if you don't want to wait. It's your birthday, so I say you get to choose when you open your gifts." Bobo gave an easy-going smile, but didn't wait to watch him open it. Instead she gave his shoulder a pat before heading in to make sure Grim wasn't causing a ruckus at the snacks table.

Deuce hesitated, uncertain if he should wait or not. Eventually he gave in and started ripping the wrapping paper and ribbon off. Bobo did say it was okay for him to open it. The first thing he saw was a birthday card which was just a piece of printer paper folded in half. It looked like Grim had tried to draw some sort of fish cake underneath the big printed letters saying "Happy Birthday, Spade!". He unfolded the paper to see what was written inside.

"Dear Spade, I haven't attended many birthday parties before, but from a few I've been to back home I have witnessed a bit of a small tradition. Some would grow a specific type of mushroom that the birthday person would remind them of and gift it to them. Though if the mushroom was of a dangerous kind to handle, they'd instead give a drawing, photo, or even a crafted version of the mushroom. I doubt anyone here would do such a thing so I hope you don't mind me thinking to do this for you.

I would have grown you some myself, but I couldn't find spores to cultivate and I'm not sure if you would really want them. So instead I spent some time making a charm of one. It doesn't look as great as I would like it to, but crafting and painting isn't something I've ever had time to do before. To make up for how bad the charm looks, I decided to make a little game. I've written three different meanings for the mushroom that reminds me of you. Two of them are lies, one of them is a common true meaning back in my world.

-This mushroom symbolizes someone who is physically slow and really quiet.

-This mushroom symbolizes someone who is cowardly yet pretends to be brave.

-This mushroom symbolizes the heart and soul of a knight. One who cares greatly for their loved ones to the point of becoming their sword and shield. It's usually given to those who have become official knights. Because of this custom, this mushroom has been nicknamed the "Knighthood Shroom".

After your birthday interview I'll tell you which one is true if you can't figure it out.

Signed Bobo Mycelind and Grim the Great!"

Deuce looked back in the box, noticing a roughly cut wooden charm with messy paint depicting some sort of white and blue mushroom on it. He lifted the small piece up, smiling as he contemplated what he should attach it to.

[kv1perr]

Today just might be a good day...

I missed my bus so my brother dropped me off at Nene's bus stop and I'm so happy he did because we stood there

In the light rain

Hugging, specifically squeezing each other

And just talking about the silliest things I was so happy

And I hope it made him happy too.

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because he's been mentally not ok like he thinks of himself in such a negative light I hate it so much and I want him to realize everything he thinks of himself isn't even true and that such affirmations will cause even worse things. He even said he’s attempted suicide and I don’t exactly know how to respond to that and not get upset because he’s so important to me and he deserves the best things in the world

Last night he shared his screen and we watched tiktoks together but his fyp started getting depressing real fast and idk what's worse the tiktok or the comments he left.

I pretended to not pay attention so I could clearly see what was happening and he's worse than I thought I just have to prevent it from progressing

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Only issue is idk how anymore I'm so burnt out and tired

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My mom has cancer and I spent up until midnight trying to help her because she was throwing up and in pain everywhere. I planned on staying home but i remembered him and got the courage to get up and go because I have to be there for him I need to give him as much love and affection and everything I can that may possibly change his mind because I love him so much.. And my mom I know she'll be okay she just has to listen and know it too because she's strong and she's completely able to fight the cancer she's just gotta stop thinking she can't. I refuse to give up on either of them.

See here's the thing people that go through things that are deep that hurt inside and make a false image for the outside are the same people that yearn for the simplest things such as someone to tell them "I love you" or just for a tight long hug or even a paragraph that thoroughly express that they're good enough and how things get worse before they get better and whenever I run into someone like that id do anything just to help them because I was the same way. Just a few years ago that was me and I had nobody so why let the other ones go through it alone?

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So after my college prep class, when I come back and I see him in chorus I'll simply just hold him bring him close and hold and squeeze and kiss him and remind him how much he means to me and I can't stand seeing him like this that I'll always be here and I'm gonna try my absolute best to just help him and I'll take care of him and that he's enough. Yeah we have imperfections everyone does but it's important to love them because thats what makes u special not only to me but just in general I love you and I'm here; for you.

I'm gonna try to get as much privacy as we can too because I don't wanna embarrass him or anything I hope we'll be given the time and space :<

I love you Leon!! I mean it from the deep depths of my soul, I love you.💜🩷

[inupibaldspot]

Five Things I Hate About Him

Pairing: Chifuyu x Reader

Note: Once again I am ashamed to say this is purely self indulgent🥲

Tags : @kallikrein

Your lover was what people called perfect. He was considerate. He was kind. He was attentive.

Your boyfriend, Matsuno Chifuyu, was the so called perfect boyfriend.

But there was some quirks you didn't like about him.

Number One: You hate the fact that he always apologizes first even though you were at fault.

Anytime you guys would fight over the silliest of matters, You would be in your room fuming your heads off.But sooner or later you'd realize your mistakes yet your pride won't let you.

While contemplating whether to go to Chifuyu or not, there would be soft knocks at your door with Chifuyu peeking in.

"Y/N..." He'd tip toe towards you,being careful as if he was stepping on a land mine. "I brought you some ice cream so please don't be mad at me..."

He would put on his best puppy face, his eyes twinkling and lips turned to a pout, and to top it all off Peke J,you guy's beloved cat, would rub himself on you making your heart melt.

"It better be butterscotch..." You would mutter under your breath. Where as Chifuyu would excitedly nod,as he leaps towards you and pulls you into an embrace.

Number Two: You hated how easily he is influenced by mangas ,particularly shoujo mangas.

You could be having a normal day at home and suddenly bam! Chifuyu corners you and trapping you on both side with his arms. He has you in a kabedon

He’d smile so seductively but it only takes a smack on his head to let you go.

Another thing he does is tasting. You guys would be on a date in a restaurant.

Upon taking a bite of your food your eyes would shine as you hum. “It’s so good-!” You would cover your mouth as you speak, leaning in ready to take another bite.

Chifuyu would turn to you and ask. “Really? Can I have a taste?” Upon getting your approval he would remove your hand from your mouth and as he leans in and kisses you gently.

“Yeah… You’re right.” Chifuyu would smile at how red you had become. “I really like the taste. It’s delicious.”

And lastly the one which you hated most. Even if you guys have two umbrellas at hand, he would make you use only one. He said it was called a Love-Love Umbrella. So childish yet adorable.

He would be the one holding the umbrella where by he ends up making sure you’re not even the slightest bit wet,being careful to cover you fully despite you saying how we could always use your umbrella.

But that meant Chifuyu would be throughly drenched and would definitely be sick the next day. You’d be sure to take your day off from work to take care of your baby.

“You asked for this…”

“As long as your fine, I don’t care what happens to me.”

“Chifuyu I swear to god! If you don’t stop saying those cheesy lines I’ll-!”

Number Three : You hate the words he uses to refer periods.

"Baby is it your Leak Week?"

"Is your body throwing a tantrum because you don't want a baby?"

"Is the Nigeria Falls bloody?"

"Will you murder me this week?"

Which will completely piss you off ,making you throw a pillow at him but nevertheless Chifuyu will always be there.

He'd give you gentle massages,run to the near by store to get you some chocolate and simply just be there by your side. Every girl needs a Chifuyu by their side.

Number Four: He is annoyingly good looking.

During your dates, there were times when waitresses and waiters would flirt with him even though you were clearly beside him.

Chifuyu would simply smile. "I would like to order a steak." He would reach out and grab your hands giving it a gentle squeeze. "And my girlfriend would love this pasta." He would point at the menu with his other hand.

The person taking your orders would then back off.

Chifuyu would always then turn to you and cup your face as he coos. "Is my baby girl jealous?"

You would pout in his hands and shake you head. You knew how effective your pout was against Chifuyu. Chifuyu would immediately melt as he then starts peppering you with kisses until someone in the restaurant shouts. "Get a room!"

Number Five: You hate how both you and Chifuyu literally have the same mind.

Don’t get me wrong most of the time this was nice. Both of you would have the same decision of skipping an outing to just lay in bed or at the same time would have have the urge to get some fast food or the look both of you would share when a person you don’t like comes in. Both of you were so in sync.

But there are time where both of have the same idea at once like right now.

Chifuyu had a bewildered look on his face as he stared at you. “There is no way…” he muttered.

You also gave him the same look before your shoulders started to shake as you then let out a huge laugh. “I can’t believe it!”

“You brought a ring too?” Chifuyu managed to let out in his fit of laughter. “It is my job to propose you!”

“The hell?!” You kicked him lightly. “It’s no ones job! Which is why I thought I’d be the one to propose you!”

Chifuyu let out gentle laughs as he opened the box containing your ring. “What are we supposed to do now?”

You smiled as you took the box away from his hands as you then picked up the box you bought. Taking out the ring you then slide it along his fingers.

Chifuyu laughed and did the same. Taking the box he bought for you as he slides it into your ring finger. It was amazing how both of you got each other’s finger size right despite never really measuring it.

“Matsuno Chifuyu , It’s been years being with you so I thought that it’s finally time to take it one step further in our relationship.” Chifuyu smiled when he heard your voice wavering. His heart was pounding against his chest so he was glad it wasn’t just him who was nervous. “Will you marry me?”

“Of course.” Chifuyu wiped the tear which was flowing from your eyes, as he pulled you into an embrace.

“It my future is without you, then I don’t want it. I want everything from now on to be always with you. I love you so fucking much, Y/N…”

[cherrydreamer]

Ok but can you imagine Billy teaching his little AquaTots session or whatever, and one by one the kids get picked up by their moms (who usually just lounge around the poolside, pretending to be watching their little darlings but their eyes definitely spend more time locked on firm abs and red shorts instead.)

And ANYWAY, the kids all go. Except for Holly Wheeler. And Billy looks around but Karen is nowhere in sight which is... unusual, to say the least. So they wait five minutes, and then a few more, and Billy fakes a smile and is all 'I bet mommy's just in the bathroom, why don't you show me some of those dippy dolphin dives while we wait?' and then he's signalling to Heather to go check in the women's locker room and ask around, the whole time trying so hard to keep Holly distracted, to keep a smile on his face, to keep calm.

And Heather finally gets word that Karen got called away, some situation with Mike, but that she's sending someone to come get Holly. So Billy waits, letting Holly play with all the floats and the inflatables and the fun toys that the bigger children normally snatch from the little ones straight away.

But then ten minutes pass, and another ten, and there's still no sign of anyone coming, and Holly can't be distracted anymore. She won't let anyone else come near her, none of the other Moms or even lovely, kind and smiley Heather. Instead she's clinging desperately to Billy and asking where mommy is, asking when she's coming back. And oh, that gets to Billy. He remembers saying those words.

So Billy gets a now shivery and wobbly-lipped Holly out of the pool and wraps her in his lifeguard blanket and sits on a lounger with her perched on his lap, just watching and waiting and trying to calm her down when she cries by telling her the silliest stories he can, making up things like 'did you know that we open the pool up super late at night so the Hawkins mermaids can come and have a swim, because it's such a long way to the beach' and 'yeah, of course I know a mermaid, who do you think teaches them how to swim?'

And he watches her eyes get big and wide with every tall tale, until eventually they start to droop and close instead, and she sticks her thumb in her mouth and just leans against him.

But despite how tired she clearly is, her eyes keep flicking open, looking to the pool's entrance and the locker room door and all the places her mom should be. And Billy's running out of stories. So he starts singing. Soft and low, under his breath, tucking Holly under his chin and rocking her slightly as he murmurs all those soft, sunshiney songs his mom used to sing to him. Beach Boys and The Beatles and Fleetwood Mac of course. And Holly finally drifts off to sleep.

And eventually, eventually, a very flustered and red faced Steve Harrington bursts through the pool gates, apology dying on his lips as he takes in the sight of Holly Wheeler curled up on Billy's bare chest, her hand clutching at one of his ringlets, as Billy murmurs the lyrics of Little Surfer Girl.

And Billy waits until Steve's right there in front of him before he hisses out,

"Bout fucking time, Harrington. Damn brat's been howling for hours."

But Steve raises a sceptical eyebrow, looking down at the now deeply asleep Holly, and even Billy has to smile then, rising up out of the chair as carefully as he can so as not to jostle Holly awake, "well lead the way then, not gonna wake her up if I can help it."

(and MAYBE he keeps hold of her in the car because Steve's Beemer doesn't have a car seat and he can't just hand one of his kids over to a strange man even if that strange man is Steve, so Billy has to come along and make sure she gets to Karen safely. It's part of his job y'see? And then of COURSE Steve needs to drive Billy back to the pool cause Billy left his car there and maybe Steve puts a Beach Boys tape in and maybe they take the scenic route back...)

[procrastination-queenie]

Cheater || JHS

Pairing: Husband!au Hoseok x Pregnant wife!au Reader.

Synopsis: You're mad at your husband for something he didn't do.🤷🏽‍♀️

Warning: None. The reader is emotional because of pregnancy hormones.

Word count: 1,415.

Looking to when you were younger and reflecting now on your present you would consider yourself and your mum to be the best of friends. Thank God for having a healthy relationship with your parents; this allowed you to remember some of your heart-warming and funny moments that you've experienced with them. Your mum was and still is like any other woman who has a daughter would sometimes talk to you about how her day went, what made her happy, what made her super mad and so on, so it was not strange to confide in you with the silliest things that bothered her deeply. One of which those things that you oh so prayed to never pick up from her was how she tended to get suspicious of your dad because of a bad dream she has had.

"I think your dad is cheating on me!" She said, eyes widening, gazing at nothing probably recalling the events in her head.

"What makes you think that?" You asked turning upon hearing her sudden confession.

"I dreamt about it!" She answered you back with this certain tone as if to say 'duh' minus the eye roll.

Of course, it was not enough evidence to start doubting your dad, plus you assured her that your dad would never do such a thing because you knew him like the back of your hand. So, the matter would be brushed off with some laughter, joking about the whole thing with an "I can't believe you, mum!" Sometimes, after these little outbursts, if you may call it that, you prayed for your future-self to not be like your mum or like those women who suddenly think suspiciously of their partners because of a dream. It's not that there was something wrong about it; you just simply found it to be silly, and you didn't need to frighten off the opposite sex; it's enough how they freak out when you question them about the date of the day, and they start stuttering feeling like it's an important date that they've forgotten about and how they will never hear the end of it. So, you trusted your future-self to be the open-minded person you expected her to be and not get mad over such mundane things.

This; however, could not be applied to your state right now because fast forward a few years from that moment you've shared with your mum, here you are heavily pregnant during the last days of your 2nd trimester, washing the dishes with so much anger radiating off you as if the dishes were to blame for your current state. You feel so disappointed for letting down your younger-self; however, you can't shake off the feeling of betrayal and distress right now.

Poor Hoseok didn't know how to approach you since you woke up today with that attitude of yours, brushing it off as your pregnancy hormones, and that you were probably getting tired of carrying all that load around. He couldn't imagine the discomfort you were feeling, yet the alarming sound of the China dishes, that you both bought together before your wedding, being treated harshly made him sink into the sofa deeper and deeper hoping that it would somehow swallow him, shielding him from any possible outbursts, until your not so silent tantrum is over. This kind of behaviour confused him, it really did because your attitude screamed 'I AM MAD, AREN'T YOU GOING TO DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT?' but then again he remembers every single time he has tried to approach you since this morning to find out what's wrong, only to be met with the bloody red eyes of Scarlett the witch, something that definitely made him rethink the decision of approaching you in the first place. Nevertheless, the way that you slammed the plates and cups made him worry that you might hurt yourself in the process of trying to calm down by slamming everything you laid hands on.

Sighing, talking himself into why he can't back out now from talking to you, he reluctantly got up and walked towards you with a smile on his face that clearly displayed 'Please don't kill me,' on his features. "Babe do you need any hel-"

"BACK OFF, YOU CHEATER!" Your sudden outburst scared him before his face turned pale like a lily flower withering. Cheater? "How could you do this to me?" Putting down the dish that occupied your hand and the sponge that you were using. Hoseok ran over to you from behind the counter that he agreed with himself, during his pep talk before he approached you, to stand behind in case you decided to throw something at him. He turned off the faucet and turned you towards him so that you were facing him. "Y/n, what are you talking about?" He asked wiping away your tears. Cheater? Was some article released about him having an affair? Did someone tell you something? Did you misunderstand a photo that was probably taken of him with a fellow female artist that may have raised speculations? Because as far as your husband is aware he didn't drunkenly cheat on you, and he would never do such a thing because you were the love of his life. Why would he cheat on you? Hoseok was trying to calm you down so that you can answer the questions that were plaguing his mind in order for him to fix any misunderstanding if there's any.

"Tell me, do you love her that much to the point that you would leave your pregnant wife and run away with her? Huh?" You said looking at your husband, accusation burning through your eyes. "What?! Who are you even talking about?" Hoseok frowned reaching his peak of confusion.

"Amanda Seyfried!" You burst again looking at him as if how could he not know something like that.

Hoseok looked at you in disbelief, he has never in his entire life met Amanda Seyfried, yes he mentioned once before in an interview that she was his celebrity crush, and that was even before he met you, so he didn't understand what all the hype was about. "Babe, I've never met her! How could you accuse me of cheating on you with her when I never met her before?"

"I dreamt about it! Last night, you to-told me that you d-didn't love me anymore and that you're better off with her. Y-y-you also said that you wanted blond and blue-eyed b-babies!" You explain crying, again as you recalled the pain that you felt during the nightmare. It felt so real that you woke up with a pounding heart and teary eyes. "Why would I say that?" Hoseok stifled a laugh, reminding himself that these are just your hormones getting the best of you and that you're never like this. "Because you want your babies to look like her, the love of your life, that's what you said," you sniffed, wiping your eyes and nose. Hoesok laughed as he couldn't contain it anymore, "why are you laughing?" You pouted, frowning your eyebrows trying to look mad at him. "Baby, I would never, ever leave you for Amanda Seyfried," he laughed, pulling you into a warm hug to ease your nerves. "But it felt so real, it felt like you were really leaving me to be with her!" You pouted as you were about to cry again, making Hoseok take your face between his hands, thumb brushing your cheeks gently to calm you down. "I am so sorry baby you felt like that," he said pulling you in his arms, again. His heart clenched at your distress. "Come on, let's go sit down, you've been standing for too long," he said walking you slowly towards the sofa. Hoseok sat down as he laid your head on his lap, caressing your hair softly as you both watched the t.v. "y/n!" You hummed looking up at him. "I don't want blond and blue-eyed babies," he said smiling down at you. "You don't?" You asked softly, eyes filled with hope, like a kid on Christmas eve that hopes his name would be on Santa's list of the well-behaved children, as he told you so. "No, I don't." He answered shaking his head to put your thoughts at ease. "Good! Otherwise, you'd be dead!" Hoseok laughed at your sudden change of attitude, portrayed in your sharpe tone, knowing that you were not talking seriously and that it's just your hormones.

[antigoneidk]

Everything I wanted to say:a letter to you|t.h.

a/n: I had this idea in my head for days but I was only able to write it now hehe. I hope you like it and I am sorry for any mistakes💞*gif is not mine*

warnings:fluff, fluff, a lit bit of angst(only if you are like me)

My love, my light, my life.

I have no words to describe how much in love i am with you. How fast my heart beats when i feel you're around. How my butterflies dance inside my stomach whenever you touch me. How I melt right in your hands everytime you squeeze my body, keep me safe in your arms. How the world stops spinning when you kiss me with those lips, that fit mine so perfectly.

I was convinced that true love didn't exist. That my parents kept lying to me through fairytales with princess waiting the prince with the white horse to take them away, show them love and affection. And both of them will fall for each other.

But as I was growing up and looked around me, everything proved them wrong. People are cruel, full of hate, shameless, unaware of how bad they can damage others. I just locked myself in four walls tired of it. Tired of not having someone to talk to. A real friend. An honest person, pure, innocent, loving, caring, kind, generous. The opposite of the majority.

And then you came into my life.

I am not gonna be able to forget the first time that I saw your face. You were smiling bright, the whole street lighting up. Your eyes were a little smaller. Your nose and cheeks had turned to a light red, as you were speaking to some people, fans. I wish I was closer that moment to picture in my head every detail, to paint your face and put it next to me each time you are gone. And you wore that blue sweater, my favourite one which I'm wearing right now, and that pair of black jeans, always looking good at you. Your hair were curly and every ten seconds your fingers were running through.

I heard your laugh from across the street, a sound that was playing in my mind for days. I had stopped there by accident before I searched around me curious from where the sound came from. That was all it took for me to just stand there and watch you, hug and smile to others, joking around, laughing, giving autographs. I wondered how you would smell every time you crossed your arms around somebody. I liked that you were happy, open handed, polite to them. I knew that you were different that day and even though you might not believe it,is the truth.

And then you glanced at me, taking my breath away. It was like the time had stopped, the world paused and the only ones with the power to move and talk were just the two of us. I felt your brown eyes looking at my soul, my life, my choices, my mistakes. I got embarrassed and scared. Scared that the fairytales were based on real life, that I might have found my prince. I know it sounds stupid, and now that I'm thinking of it, yes it is. But for a second I had that fantasy. My brain and heart stopped working, all my senses gave up. It was only you.

Tom then you smiled at me. ME. My walls that I was building for years fell down with that smile making me feel weak, not being able to process this. I've never had someone to look at me the way you did that day, I thought I was dreaming. Maybe it wasn't something special for you, you had people's eyes on you 24/7 but for me, you were the first. That's why I stood still in my place. I tried to enjoy every second.

I smiled back at you shyly and pulled my hair back, such a girly move. You looked down still with your smile at your face, then back at me and I swear I was ready to explode from all my emotions. I wanted to cry from happiness that finally something changed in my life but also from sadness because I knew that was for only a few seconds. Reality hit my face hard when a couple of men started shouting your name and dragging you to a different direction away for me. And that's when I said to myself that "it was too good to be true" and walked with tears in my eyes. If anyone else was at my place maybe they wouldn't care about it but I did.  I lived on the sidelines for so long and I had a chance,  I thought I had a chance but I guessed that i didn't deserved it.

And the time when I felt your hand on my shoulder and I saw you standing in front of me I pushed aside all of my negative thoughts and questioned if I was daydreaming and turning crazy. I felt my skin under my clothes burning from your touch, my heart losing control and my brain not working, only my eyes watching and my nose smelling your fragrance. I wanted to hug you just so I can smell it for the rest of my life. Then you talked to me asking if I was okay, your eyes following a teardrop making it's way down to my cheek and I felt so stupid that a boy, a stranger was seeing me like these. Do you remember that?

"Yes" he whispered to himself and turned the page to the other side wanting to read more.

Fast forward to our first date. I was so anxious all day, spending majority of my time in front of a mirror changing outfits, makeup, hair styles not satisfying with anything. I was turning to that teenage girl I always made fun of. I was making circles around the house practicing how I would act around you, how would I speak and what I would say.

You were the sweetest man I could ask for, such a gentleman. I couldn't get my eyes off of you, so confident and handsome, talking about the most silliest things and making me laugh all night with your jokes and random comments for the topic I was talking about. You held my hand and kept listening to me and laughed at my miserably jokes. I was the luckiest woman that night and to the ride back at my house I remember feeling so sad that I had to say goodbye to you even though i wanted to spent more and more time with you. By surprise you didn't stop and continued to drive.

We got to our favorite place now, yours back in the day. I never knew why you did that and although I want so desperately to know I'll never ask. Let that kind of mystery follow. We sat down and kept a deep conversation starting about our past. Well mine. I was battling with my self if I should had open to you or not and I'm glad I did. You listened carefully to what I was saying and held my hand the entire time, squeezing when I was about to cry. You have no idea how much strength you gave me with that touch and how much courage to keep going. I wanted you to know everything that I had been through. It was the only way to know if you would stay and not leave me alone. I was terrified but prepared to fight this feeling of loneliness again.

You kissed me.

I get butterflies only from thinking of it, of our first kiss.  Your lips covered mine and our tongues met for the first time exploring each other. Your hands held my cheeks and pulled me closer to you, giving me the warmth I was lacking for years. My hands shaking touched yours after a long time not wanting to let them go and the sensation drove me insane. My heart was exploding inside my chest, my blood was running through my veins faster that lightning, my brain was hurting from the situation and was wondering if this was actually true. I pulled away and opened my eyes. I found yours shut your lips pressed to one another. I thought that you regretted this, that it was stupid and that I seduced you to do this. Your half smiled then showed up, my heart skipped a beat, and you said that this was better than your imagination.  My inner child raised from deep down myself. I wanted to jump around, laugh and shout, kiss you again, hold you, hug you, feel you.

Days, months passed away and you stood by my side, making me the happiest person alive. I only had to listen to your voice and everything bad disappeared within a second. It's like you have that superpower to fight the dark inside me so easily. I admired you and still do to this day. I love how you push your problems to the side and listen to mine, it sounds selfish right? I'm always here to listen to you baby not matter what and yes there were times you opened up to me. I wondered if I helped you or not.

"My love.."Tom laughed and grabbed the other piece of paper from the table."..you always do" he mumbled.

But I wish you shared your problems more. I am willing to help you or even just listen to you if you just want to get rid of anything. You are a strong man but sharing your feelings is important, you are not bothering me you know.

Can you recall our first time? Damn I would never forget that, from the way you touched every single inch of my skin to the way I felt at the end. Your kisses and hands got me to placed I had never been before, so dreamy. You whispered to me how much you loved me and how i changed you to becoming a better person. I remember every of your words and I can still your voice clearly next to my ear as our bodies move in sync. You were my first.

If you only knew how much you mean to me. How my view for the world changed because of you. How I met incredible people through you. How I learnt to love, respect, share, laugh, fight, adore, live. How you teached me to finally see the colors around me. How life can be  hard, yet awesome. There are nights that we fight, we say things anger makes us too. But by the end of the day I know that I love you so much and that we can get over this. I try to remind my self every night that there are so many reasons to be happy and not sad for a foolish reason. And that's when I turn to you and open my arms for you to hug me and sleep calmly. But you are already waiting for me to do so.

This is my letter to you. I wish I could say those things to you but we both know that i get caught up by my feelings. We would have been talking for hours.

I am not going to be able to stop loving you and that's my weakness. I don't wanna see you cry or heartbroken and you make me melancholic when you are like that. If I could only make you feel the way you make me. I am not the best but I'm trying to I swear and I'll continue to do so every day till the last one.

I love you.

Sincerely yours,

y/n

He wiped away some tears that escaped his eyes and got himself up from where he was sitting to get to you. You had been waiting for him in your bedroom, with roses all around, food and a movie to watch. It wasn't any special day but you felt the need to spoil him with love. In your own way. But as the time went on you fell asleep, with the food at the bedside table and your body hugging his pillow, feeling safe.

Tom smiled at the sight of you sleeping with his pillow in your hands. His heart beat fast as he kept moving closer to you and left a kiss on your forehead.

"I love you too baby" he said and kissed your lips gently. With slowly moves he tried to laid his body next to yours, hugging your waist and pulling you close to his.

It was at this moment that he realised the power you had over him and he was surprised you couldn't notice it.

"I guess I have to write it to you" he laughed at himself and closed his eyes, falling asleep a few moments later with the thought of you at his mind.

[blueeyedheizer]

Alive Again - Billy/Four x reader

TW: Language, Blood

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"Eight, I need a hand !"

"Well I'm kind of busy right now. Why don't you ask Five?" You spat, still keeping an eye on your target from behind your sniper rifle. Four groaned at your answer and you rolled your eyes, holding your weapon firmly.

"Come on Eight, now's not the time to be a little bitch! I need backup!"

"Fuck you, Four."

"For God's sake can you two shut up already? I feel like i'm working with actual children!" One barked from the other side of the mic, and you could tell he was definitely getting angry at your childish attitude. There wasn't a day where you and Four weren't fighting, and every mission ended with you two yelling at each other for the silliest reasons.

"Eight, you go help Four, end of discussion." One continued.

"I'm on the other side of the goddamn building, how the fuck am I supposed to make it without dying !" You yelled, clearly loosing your patience as well.

"Two's got you covered, you're not dying today, got it? Now get a hold of yourself and go!" You let out a loud sigh and checked your surroundings carefully before running reluctantly towards the opposite direction of your target. You hated being given a task out of nowhere. You weren't very self-assured so everything you did had to be planned or you just weren't ready for it. The thing is, One didn't seem to get it and that pissed you off more than anything.

Your race against time was abruptly interrupted as soon as you stepped inside one of the building's luxurious rooms; a guard bursted in the room at the same time as you and aimed his gun at you, his finger firmly placed around the trigger.

That's it. I'm dying today. You thought.

The guy took a step closer to you, the grip on his gun tighter than it was seconds ago making you hold your hands up in defense.

"Drop your gun." the man threatened and you shook your head no.

"I said drop your fucking gun!" before you could even process what was happening, a loud bang was heard and the man's dead body fell on the floor, making you scream. His head was half gone and he was already laying in a pool of his own blood. You let out a scream in horror. "Holy fucking shit!"

"You're welcome." Two said, exhaling a deep sigh of relief. "Almost missed him." She tried to joke, but you weren't in the mood for that. Without letting yourself think too much, you swallowed hard and started running as fast as you could. You were used to seeing dead people since you joined the Underground but it was never easy to witness. You might have been declared dead but your feelings definitely didn't die with that part of you.

"Why did I get myself into this?" you whispered to yourself before continuing your way to find Four. You couldn't help but have some regrets about joining the Underground. Watching your family mourn you at your own funeral was one of the hardest thing to do, and you often felt like all of this wasn't worth it. Most of your missions were complete disasters, and the fact that all of you were still alive to this day was a miracle.

xx

After running for what seemed an eternity, you finally reached the opposite side of the building where Four was supposed to be.

"Alright asshole, back to you. Where are you?" you called.

No answer

"Four! Do you copy?"

"Eight-." his mic was crackling. He was in trouble. Just by hearing him say your code name, you could tell he was breathless, almost struggling to speak. You let out a gasp when a bullet flew right next to you, and you rushed to the closest safe place you could find.

"Shit! Guys, I think I'm surrounded."

"Yeah, there's three guys hot on your heels, but I've got them in sight. They won't follow you for too long. Keep running." Seven answered and you nodded before going back to making your way inside the building. "Four i'm gonna need some indications. Where are you?"

Still no answer.

"Four?" Your heart began to race when you heard fighting sounds and screams of pain coming from your mic.

"Eight...please, help..."

"I'm on my way. But I need to know where you are. Give me a hint. Anything you can tell me."

"He's gonna kill me."

"Fuck's sake...Just hang on. I'm coming to you." The mic made another crackling sound and then went silent.

"Guys we've got a problem" Three interrupted.

"God, what now?" you answered, your heart beating faster with every passing second.

"The cops are everywhere, we have to go now. They'll be surrounding the whole building anytime from now." You started running faster, being careful to check if every corner around you was clear.

"Eight, you have to come back. We're running out of time." One said through the mic.

"No, fuck this. I'm not leaving anyone behind. Just go without me, we'll find a way to get back to you guys."

One let out a sigh and rubbed his face with his hands. He was definitely not approving your decision but chose to let you handle the situation anyway. "Alright. Good luck. Don't die."

You closed your eyes tightly, realizing what you were doing. You were walking right into the lion's den, and you got yourself into it on your own.

Quickly, you dashed behind a wall, hiding from any potential enemy. You tried to catch your breath but your bulletproof vest was making it harder. After a few seconds, you peeked around and made your way towards a corridor where you could hear punches being thrown along with some loud crashing.

xx

You finally found Four after what felt like an eternity. He was being beaten up horribly, and you could hardly believe the scene in front of you. Four looked completely helpless, the pain was so unbearable that he didn't even bother screaming for help. You immediately grabbed your gun and shot the guy on top of him, and you heart sank at the sight in front of you. Four's face was covered in bruises, and dried blood matted his hair against his forehead. You held out your hand for him to take and told the team you'd found him. One, Three and Seven were arguing on the other side, but you weren't listening.

"You good?"

Four groaned and grabbed your hand, standing up painfully. "Yeah."

"What the hell happened?"

"Since when do you care?" he spat and you scoffed, trying to hide how hurt you were after hearing those words.

"Yeah, whatever. Let's go. We're running out of time"

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Back to the HQ, you were sitting in front of your trailer, watching as Five took care of Four's multiple bruises. You couldn't help but feel angry at the sight of them being together. Was it jealousy? No. It couldn't be. You let out an unintentional scoff when you heard her laugh at something Four had said.

"So....Have you two fucked yet?" Two asked, taking a long drag of her cigarette and getting you out of your thoughts. You choked on your drink, making her chuckle.

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me."

"Wha- Why on earth would I want to fuck him? I can't fucking stand him." you spat, throwing a cold glare towards his and Five's direction.

"Of course you don't. You just risked your life for someone you hate, nothing weird 'bout that. I would definitely do that too." Two answered as a smirk appeared on her face.

"Oh, fuck off Two. I don't like him. He's- he's selfish, self-centered, ungrateful and he's- he's....he's just a fucking asshole!" You yelled. Two was taken aback by your reaction, not expecting you to take her teasing so seriously. Everyone was looking at you, including Four and Five, and you'd never felt so exposed before. You could feel your cheeks began to burn so you shook your head and went inside your trailer, slamming the door shut behind you.

xx

You were laying on your bed when you got startled by the sound of your door opening. You sat up and groaned when your eyes met Four's.

"Haven't you heard of knocking? What do you want?" You got up from your bed and walked to the opposite direction of him, turning your back at him.

"Five told me I should say thank you for saving my life so, here I am." he was standing awkwardly in front of the door, his hand buried in his pockets. You scoffed.

"Yeah whatever. You're welcome, I guess. Now get out."

"What's your problem, Eight? Seriously. What's this all about?" he suddenly spat, making you turn around. "What did I ever do for you to hate me so much?" he added.

"What's my problem? I risked my fucking life for someone who wouldn't do the slightest for me, that's my goddamn problem !" you yelled, not even caring if the others could hear you. Tears were threatening to fall from your eyes but you fought hard to hold them back. Four stayed silent for a moment, not knowing what to say. He broke the silence after a few seconds.

"You know that's not true, Eight." his voice was soft. So much softer than it had been only a moment before, which only made you want to cry harder.

You scoffed again and shook your head. "Oh come on. You and I both know it's true."

"Eight, come on..." Four took a few steps towards you and reached for your arm but you pulled back quickly, as if his touch would burn your skin.

"Y/N."

"What?"

"My name. It's Y/N."

Four could see how sad and broken you were, and to his own surprise he found himself wishing he could make all your pain go away. You two just stood there for a moment, not knowing what to say. Four was obviously not expecting this when he walked into your trailer. He thought you'd be fighting again like you always did, but finding you so broken was the very last thing he expected to be confronted to. This time you were the first one to break the silence.

"I'm not the person I used to be." You confessed. "I can't even recognize myself and I don't know why I act the way I do." You choked out, as Four watched you with a sympathetic expression. "I'm so fucking pathetic I just-, I'm so sorry."

"Come here, Y/N." He opened his arms for you and you walked into them without hesitation, not caring about anything else at the moment. Him calling you by your real name was enough for you to let go and put all your bitterness aside. No one had ever held you since you joined the Underground, this being one year ago. But that's all you needed. To know that you were still a human being, worthy of being loved and cared about. You allowed yourself to sob against Four's shoulder, something you never thought you'd ever do.

"I just want to feel alive again."

[ladypaulsvn]

Mine, Yours, Ours

Billie x Reader x Cordelia

Word Count: 1,933

Part 2/?

Read Part 1

Summary: The next morning Cordelia asks you to the greenhouse. You’re actually enjoying your time with her for once in a long time, when you get a call from Billie.

a/n: this chapter is a bit on the long side

A knock at your door woke you up the next morning. You had spent the night talking to Billie on the phone and hadn't fallen sleep until nearly 3 am.

You groaned as you rubbed your eyes, "Y/n?" You heard Cordelia's soft voice through the door. You quickly curled back up into the covers, not wanting to speak to her.

You heard the door slowly creak open and the soft click of the latch as she closed it back, the quiet creaks of the floorboard getting louder as she neared you.

Picturing the worst, you tried to stay calm, look as peaceful and in as deep a sleep as possible when you felt her soft hands brush your hair from your face, and her soft lips kiss your temple.

She ran her hands through your hair, "Y/n? Wake up honey." you shifted slightly, pretending to have just woken up. You took your time as your rubbed your eyes and sat up, watching as she took a few steps back and kept her distance.

You looked up at her for the first time and noticed the bags under her eyes were more prominent. Her face was bare and her hair still a little tousled from her sleep. "What time is it?" Your voice was scratchy as you spoke.

She cleared her throat, "Nearly 8. The rest of the girls are still asleep. I thought we'd take advantage of the morning and do something out in the greenhouse?" She sounded hopefully, her voice soft and a higher pitch than usual.

You weren't sure if she was pulling your leg, or if she really did have remorse for the way she had treated you lately. You were taken aback by the suggestion, if you weren't honest. Cordelia hadn't spoken more than a sentence to you in the past few weeks until last night, let alone suggesting you actually do something together.

She chewed her bottom lip, shifting the weight of her feet as she awaited your answer. Your voice laced in confusion, you agreed. "Uh, sure."

She grinned a little too big at your response and your face showed obvious confusion. You weren't one to hide your facial expressions easily. However, she simply ignored it.

"I'll be in the kitchen, making coffee. Meet me when you're ready, please." She didn't wait for your response this time, simple turning around and hurriedly exiting your room. The soft click of the lock leaving you sat in your bed, tired and confused. You didn't even like coffee.

***

You made your way down the stairs after fixing yourself up. You had thrown on a dress and cardigan, remembering the times that Cordelia would tease you and say you dressed like a teacher or librarian. Maybe things really would be okay between the two of you? You were almost hopeful.

You stopped in the bathroom downstairs, quickly combing your fingers through your hair again and making sure you looked presentable before heading towards the kitchen, hearing the quiet clink of Cordelia's spoon as it stirred her coffee. As you rounded the corner she met your face with a smile, "Y/n! I made you tea." She smiled, her face blushed pink as she held a cup out towards you.

You couldn't hide the fact that you were surprised. I mean, she had said that she was going to make coffee, and since when did she put in so much effort towards you? You smiled back and grabbed the cup, taking a sip. Your favorite tea, green matcha. "It's delicious." You said before taking another larger sip.

"Are you hungry?" Cordelia asked, shifting the weight between her feet as she had done earlier in your room. "I don't usually eat when I first wake up. I'm fine with just this tea, thank you though." You continued sipping from the glass.

"I had a piece of toast." She informed you. This was getting awkward. "Should we go out to the green house now?" You asked and you could practically see the relief on her face as she nodded.

Once you both made it inside, Cordelia immediately started cleaning and gathering supplies, watering plants, the whole shebang. She was always sort of a neat freak.

"Do you, um, need help?" You asked, not knowing what to do. You hadn't been to the greenhouse in awhile and she had asked you down like she had planned something to do.

"Um, just give me one moment. I should've done this earlier. I don't know what I was thinking." She mumbled the last sentence and you were amused as you continued watching her speed around the place.

You ended up sitting on a stool and nearly fell asleep when you felt a hand on your shoulder. "I'm so sorry that took so long. I'm ready now, come here." Cordelia walked away to the back of the green house so you followed suit.

When you arrived, she had laid out multiple ingredients on a cleared table. You had no idea what she was going to do. "So..." She bit her lip as she turned to you. "Remember that spell Misty told you about?" She asked you and your eyes brightened up, you'd always wanted to try that after Misty told you about it.

"Is that what we're going to do?" You asked hopeful and Cordelia nodded. You practically bounced in excitement and that made Cordelia grin even harder.

As she explained the steps, you helped craft the paste, handing her ingredients to put in the blender and laughing with each other over the silliest things. At one point you had accidentally flung a piece of something at Cordelia and she retaliated by throwing some back at you and what followed was completely and utterly childish, but you loved it.

You had missed this. It being just you and Cordelia, bonding over magic and spells and just enjoying each other's company. Getting to see the Cordelia you knew, not Cordelia the Supreme, but your Cordelia. It was a sight for sore eyes.

"Okay y/n, this next part is important!" She looked at you with wide eyes as you nodded. "You have to stay extremely focused for it to work, do you understand?" You nodded again. "Okay, now put your hands on top of each other like this," She held her arms out and put one hand atop the other, you copied her.

"Now put your hands over the plant and close your eyes. Picture the sunlight beaming down and growing this plant from the roots up. Connect with the energy and put your all into it. Make it grow into a plant as beautiful as you." She added the last part after you had closed your eyes and you could feel your cheeks burn bright pink.

You did as you were told and concentrated on the task, wanting to prove to Cordelia that you still had it in you to be powerful. As you imagined the sunlight beaming down, drowning the leaves of the dead plant in sunlight and the leaves basking in it, growing strong and bright green, your phone began to ring inside your pocket.

Your eyes immediately sprung open, looking to Cordelia as she pulled it from your pocket, going to turn it off completely, when you saw who was calling you. Billie. You gulped as the seconds went by. You had to make a decision. Did you really want to ignore Billie? This moment with Cordelia could possibly be saved if you would just make. your. decision.

"I'm so sorry Cordelia this is important," You rushed the words from your mouth as you snatched your phone from her hands and sprinted from the greenhouse, not looking back in fear of Cordelia's reaction. You hit accept just before the ringing stopped. "Billie, Hi!" You said, out of breath as you shut the greenhouse door and leaned back against it, breathing heavily.

"Good morning sweetheart," Your heart fluttered at her voice. God you loved her voice. "Mornin," You responded. "Did I interrupt something? You sound of breath, y/n." She asked, her tone changing from her usual sultry tone to one you couldn't quite make out.

"No! No, no you didn't." You stumbled on your words as they came out. "I-i was just watering some stuff in the greenhouse and I- Ya know what it doesn't matter." You laughed softly and there a moment of pause. Silence. Had you officially scared Billie off? You barely had a day before you already made her run. Good going y/n.

"Well..." She dragged out the L, "Could I pick you up?" She asked and your breath caught in your throat. Billie. Pick you up. From here. With Cordelia being in the same vicinity? Fuck.

"I, um, to do- to do what?" You stuttered more on your words and heard Billie chuckle softly. "Well usually when one asks a question like that... it's insinuated that it's a date, is it not?" She retorts and you can't believe your ears. Billie Dean Howard just asked you on a date. A date!

"Oh yes, of course. I-i would love to." You say, your cheeks pink and your smile wide. You swore you could practically hear her smirk through the phone. "I'll be there in 30.” And she hung up. Fuck. Thirty minutes.

FUCK. Cordelia! You completely forgot about Cordelia. You swung open the door to the greenhouse and sprinted back to where you had left Cordelia, only to find the entire green house empty, and the supplies all put away.

Where the hell did she go? "Cordelia?" You called out, pacing around the greenhouse hoping you were just blind and had missed her, but alas, not a peep from the supreme.

You went back inside the academy, checking the kitchen, living room, her office. Nowhere. You finally arrived at her bedroom door and you knocked softly. "Cordelia?" You called out and the door swung open, Cordelia was sitting on her bed, glasses perched on her nose and a book in hand. How the hell did she get here so fast? Did she transmutate?

"Why'd you leave?" You asked nervously as Cordelia looked up from her book. "No worries y/n. You clearly have other things to attend to." She immediately looked back down to her book and you sighed. Of course you had fucked everything up.

You didn't bother saying anything else, you just left her room and heard the door shut behind you as soon as your foot was beyond the frame, making you jump. Damn that woman.

You immediately hurried to your room, throwing on your prettiest dress and tossing your cardigan to the floor. You didn't need to look like a librarian today. You fixed your hair in the mirror then ran down the steps.

You worried your bottom lip between your teeth as you waited in the living room for Billie to arrive. Your mind and heart both racing. What even where you and Cordelia at this point? It was obvious that you weren't together anymore, wasn't it?

She didn't speak to you for weeks! She practically ignored you. She put you off more times than you could count and you hadn't even slept in her bed for over a month. That screams "over"...doesn't it?

God she barely even looked at you! She practically slammed the door in your face... well, your back. You had no idea what was going on in her brain anymore, so you shook the thoughts from your head. You were going to enjoy this date with Billie.