#here's just a little smth bc i miss them and love them and love YOUUU!!!!

[panlyv]

[ X ] DON'T RUN AWAY THIS TIME OUR DATING SIM (2023) for @soulmatelines [ happy birthday jo 💗 ]

[takenbypeter]

hi! LOVE your wonka work! wondering if I could ask a wonka fic where wonka is looking for y/n so him, noodle, and y/n can go sell chocolate. Wonka finds y/n having a panic attack in some kind of secluded area or smth bc she didn't want to show/tell any of her friends? and then Wonka helps her through it (breathing together, using pure imagination, etc)? then after she's calmed down Noodle walks in with them and they kinda have like a brother-sister-sister moment together :) up to youuu!

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Willy Wonka x reader

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“Oh god I can’t do this,” you whispered eyes peeking from around the corner at the crowd bustling through the galleria.

You know you were the one to ask in joining Mr.Wonka in selling chocolates today along with Noodle. But now, seeing all the exhausted, angry, tired faces as people passed in the streets you suddenly realized you sort of miss all the laundry.

It wouldn’t be all so bad if they were all strangers, however, some of these people you saw just about everyday. Whether it be at the bank, or the store, these were people you saw in your daily life, and you were not a people person. You were not a crowd person. You were a—I’m not going to bother anyone and keep my head down—sort of person.

Genuinely you didn’t think you were going to react this badly. You felt fine when you’d agreed the evening before, but of course you this morning you felt slight nerves, however, that was nothing compared to the flips your stomach was doing now.

Taking one last peek you quickly ducked back, putting a hand to your chest to control your breathing that was starting to feel unnatural.

Taking a breath you heard a voice cry out, “are you here?”

Wonka.

He was calling your name. You wanted to gain the chocolatier’s attention with the least amount of attraction but your body was no longer listening to your brain as you were glued to the wall.

But luckily he spotted you as he was just about to pass the alleyway.

As he approaches you fervently shake your head back and forth, “too many people. Too many faces. I can’t do it,” you breathe out finding your breath coming out a little bit shorter than desired.

He bends in front of you trying to meet your eyes, but you shut them, “hey look at me,” he says voice low and calm, and you do as told opening them only to be met with his big chocolate colored eyes.

“Hey just breathe for me, can you do that?”

It looks like you’re unable to, prompting him to reach down finding your hand and holding it in his, “just breathe in,” he demonstrates, “and out,” he exhales. He does this a few more times and you follow along, your breathes slowing to a more consistent pace.

“This,” he says head jabbing towards the crowd, “this job looks easy but it’s not always so. After the nerves settle and more time is spent on each sell, it becomes easier almost like second nature. But you know what helped me the most?” He asked waiting for a response.

Unable to even give the question much thought you shake your head in a much more controlled manner this time, “a good support system. I didn’t do everything alone, I had a good support system. And now, we’ll be each other’s support system. I promise you, you don’t have to do this alone,” he releases your hand and holds his own up with his pinky out almost as if to say he pinky swears without actually saying the words, “we’ll do it together.”

Hand reacting to his you reach up looping your inner around his.

Right when your hands meet, Noodle runs up. “There you are guys, is everything alright?” She asks no doubt curious as to why your fingers were intertwined.

“Yes everything’s perfect,” you announce turning your attention away from Willy and to her, “let’s go sell some chocolate.”

You know it’s not going to be easy but like Willy said, with a good support system you can do anything.

[khaleesiofalicante]

"How many people do you need to be, before you can become yourself?" - Iain S. Thomas

I'M BACK!! I miss it here!! Ok, ok, lets dive into this bc omg it was sooo good!!!

His birthday is coming soon!! Why do I feel this is the perfect opportunity for some fluff and angst??

“The internet in the future sounds like a wonderful place,” Uhhh... Should I tell him??

“I was right here,” Magnus replies, tapping on Alec’s chest. They are both chessy little shits🥺💙

MAIA IS HERE!! ALL HAIL OUT QUEEN😎

“You can be good at something and still not want to do it for a living.” LOUDER FOR THE PEOPLE IN THE BACK

Someone give ths man some love and happines😭😭

“You are what my lecturer calls a PR nightmare,” Oh how the table turns...

Fuck Jordan, honestly!!

“When someone says no, you fucking listen,” Exactly!! He is the father of Rafael "No means no, you piece of shit" Lightwood-Bane😎 ik, different au's but still...

Lightwood-Bane family in their first years is something that can be so personal🥺🥺🥺

Please, PLEASE I'm begging youuu. Give is some little scene with the Max and Rafael getting to know each other and love each other and be brothers!! Just a tinny little flashback😭 I need Rafe and Max's brotp!!

I think Alec will thank Magnus' agent for this look 👀

Sometimes I forget they didn’t actually got married until later and it is kinda heartbreaking, isn't it? 😭

Will we learn why has Rafael always struggled with his eating habits? Or smth from his pov??

Baby Max is so cuteeee!! And the twins were just born!!! Too much cuteness for a day ok?!?

The group chat names are fucking killing me!!

Clace rights only😎 also OMFG SIMON PROPOSING ON THE GC WAS THE BEST THING EVER. SIZZY FOREVER!!

Alec is the one who had taught Magnus that he is allowed to have dreams. Not just nightmares. Can we take a second to love this quote? Bc it fucking hits in the feels!

THE MENTAL IMAGE OF MAGNUS HOLDING RAFE IN A BABY WRAP IS TOO FUCKING PERFECT AND I'M TOO IN LOVE WITH IT. IF I KNEW HOW TO DRAW I WOULD DEFINETLY PAINT THIS😍😍

Rafe saying "I love you, bapak">>>>>

We all know that girl would have been so badass and we all would have LOVED her 💙💙💙

All the questions were just so damn funny😂😂

“Right here,” Alec replies and points to himself. “Magnus Bane’s family is right here.” THIS>>>

Rafael is so precious and he is always taking care of them all and-

AHH ROSEWOOD OWNS MY HEART

Holy shit Sammael is here ndbdjsbs

These tweets omg😂 ngl some of them were really good burns...

I'm sure love is great and all, but have you ever been mentioned on Dani's fic?? This is the real deal yall... Seriously tho, omg omg omg jdhsjshdj I am so honored!!! jk Rafe, you are so gorgeous and we all would love more pics👀💙

MAX IS A MOOD HONESTLY

“I don’t have a degradation kink,” Rafael rolls his eyes. “Your girlfriend liked that one,” Anjali is a queen💙💙

They didn't give them a puppy interview bc the knew they would be too powerful and cute for this world😎

Rafael stands in front of his brother to shield him from the cameras, not that Max cares. JUST. THIS FUCKING MAN>>>

I wish we had Rosewood irl to help with the protests against the trans ban...

Just talk to David, please Max!! 😭

Ok, love this so much and now I have to go bc I'm kinda sleep deprived, but guess what??? I have a two week break!! So yey!!! ✨I'm sending the same good vibes to you✨

Song rec: Turbulence by Jonah Kagen

TWO WEEK BREAK OMG YES THIS IS WHAT SHE DESERVES. I'M SO HAPPY FOR YOU.

I'm absolutely in love with your song rec and it's so perfect for Alec pov. I love it! Thank you.

And that quote is top tier. Happy weekend, babe!

[infernalkrp]

HERE YOU LEARN KNOWLEDGE BEGINS WITH FEAR.

STUDENT FILE. TAKAHASHI, Keiko.

PERSONAL. Takahashi Keiko, born on 18/10/2000 ( age 17 ) in Nagoya, Japan. Currently receiving no scholarship.

ACADEMIC. Second year. Registered in the Art Department, coursing history of fine arts and history of cinema. Currently ranking in Gamma Tier, assigned to dorm room GF-01.

SOCIAL. Participates in the Gardening Club, as member, and the Swimming Team, as member. Associated with the PSIC, as member.

RESTRICTED ACCESS.

HISTORY.

keiko is born as the second child to associate economics professor takahashi takeshi (a second-generation zainichi with chongryon upbringing) and advertising director shirota yumiko (a second-generation zainichi with mindan upbringing) in nagoya, though the family moves out to tokyo a year later when takeshi is appointed tenured professorship at waseda university.

her parents are well-regarded figures in their respective fields and work diligently to provide a stable foundation for their two children. keiko grows up without much of the hardships her own parents had faced as youth.

her brother, eight years her senior, sets an example for his little sister to follow. he attends amji institute after expressing his desires to learn korean proper (and not at weekend school or preparing gimjang with grandma) and study in the west for university.

the good-natured keiko is also easily distracted, with constantly flip-flopping interests. they think amji might instill the work ethic and resolve she lacks—and what older brother keisuke emerged from high school chock full of.

keiko undergoes intense private tutoring a year before application season. she barely tests in.

attending amji proves to be a double-edged sword. within her first year keiko quickly hones in on an area of study that she excels at and sees herself possibly pursuing after graduating, but it amounts to little as she struggles terribly with the rest of the school’s curriculum.

her failures don’t faze her; she manages to scrape by with her less-than-stellar performance, choosing to focus the bulk of her energy on things that matter instead: history, nail art, her budding herb garden, neo-noir night, and ghosts.

LIMITATIONS.

dad’s korean is getting worse as he gets older. you’re acutely aware of the hot embarrassment that tinges your ears red when he struggles to communicate with the waitress as he squints with great difficulty at the menu on the wall. what’s that one, second from the bottom? sorry, what was that? can you repeat one more time, please? and then, giving up, we’ll take one, before he turns back to you with a slow smile.

dad. you say, and your voice rises even though you don’t mean to get impatient with him. he’s just trying his best. he probably feels embarrassed, too, looking at the way his upper lip crooks and he reaches a hand behind his head, patting where the hair is thinnest. he switches back.

iyaaa, i’m sure it’ll be tasty. i’ve never had this regional cuisine before.

neither have you. everything about this is new. even having dad sit here in front of you like this is new. mom left a week ago on business but dad said he’d stay with you until you kicked him out. he’s actually leaving tomorrow. you think maybe he’d said it out of guilt for pushing you into this situation in the first place but mostly you think he said it because he loves you.

you love dad, too, even if you don’t have the courage or sense to tell him that right then and there. you pick up your metal chopsticks and nibble on an over-seasoned piece of fried fish cake, savoring this moment for all that it’s worth. when the mystery soup comes out of the kitchen, dad stands up to ladle it into your bowl. plop plop. he tells you to eat up before it gets cold. his voice sounds far away.

you take a bite. it’s comforting. the potato balls are soft and bounce happily on your tongue. the broth is gentle, and warms you down to your core. it’s simple food but emotion hits you like a wave and there are tears welling in your eyes when you look back up. dad.

by this time tomorrow, he’ll be on a plane back to tokyo and you’ll be on your own. you won’t see your family until summer. it will be like this—rare holidays and fleeting reunions—until the day comes when you assume your parents’ place and they are children again. the knowledge was always distantly there but it takes a bowl of hot soup for it to register. you look at dad’s bald spot and the first tear trails down your cheek. dad, i don’t want you to leave. when he sees you crying, he panics like you expect him to and grabs as many napkins as he can from the table dispenser to catch your tears.

keicchan, don’t cry. tochan’s right here. i’ll cancel the flight if you want me to. i’ll stay as long as you want.

you can hear a lump lodged in his throat, too. but you shake your head and shove another spoonful of soup into your mouth. you have to go and i have to stay. you chant the words over and over between chews as dad reaches across the table to hold your other hand. these are necessary growing pains. you have to go and i have to stay.

ASPIRATIONS.

it’s field day and the relay has taken everything out of you, maybe even a chunk of your soul. you lay on the grass snow angel style in the dead of summer. the grass underneath is poking past the fabric of your shorts and prickles at your skin and even though it’s uncomfortable you are simply too exhausted to budge.

your eyes are closed but you hear her approaching you, feet padding softly on the ground until they’re next to your left pigtail. she crouches down and tells you to open your mouth so you do. then she pours water into your mouth. the water is cold and clean. it feels like that missing chunk of your soul has just slipped back into you—or that a part of her has entered you. “thanks,” you manage feebly, and cross an arm over your eyes to block out the sun but more importantly to cover your face. you think maybe the redness from having overexerted yourself will obliterate any chance of her finding out that she’s the one actually setting you on fire.

when you no longer hear her within earshot, you sit up and open your eyes. she’s left a water bottle next to where your right pigtail had been. you chug it down as quickly as you can to extinguish the flames in your face and the water rises in your belly, sloshing heavy.

BEHAVIOR.

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