#hopefully I'll be able to be back to answering asks in a good amount of time!

[missing-file-pikminau-askblog]

Hey Olmin (Olimin)! Long time no seen! *giggle*

Okay, maybe I should cut it out but… seriously, I wonder how they would react if they would knew it…

Olimin: Know what?

Maki: Ah... my head is splitting! Could we get a moment? We kind of had a weird encounter on the way here?

Dingo: That's one way of putting it-

[strwberri-milk]

Hi, good morning/ afternoon/ evening. I've probably read all of your work on LnD, and I love them all. If it's not too much, can I request like the boys getting a call/update from MC after a disastrous wanderer attack on the city after not being able to contact them?? If possible, established relationship😅 ... thank you for your time!

im glad you like all my writing for them!! im so aefjaweofaw please give me the next main story update - also theres lots of references/imagery of death so if youre not chill w that i will see you tomorrow [salute] - theres also some very very slight references to their myths!! it feels a little ooc to me but thats bc. i think theyd be a little ooc when faced w a tragedy like this!! i hope you like it anyway <3

Zayne holds his breath every time a new patient is admitted. The hospital is busy with all of the patients that are coming in with the disaster, a mixture of those hanging on and people running up to him because he's the closest doctor in the vicinity to confirm death.

He volunteered himself to do triage because he was convinced that he'd be able to stop you from dying, that if you came in through those doors he'd be able to separate his love for you from the mind that studied all those nights but that's impossible - he only got here because of you.

His mind runs circles around himself, almost separated from his body as he tries to figure out why you weren't there. Hopefully it's because you're fine - you don't need medical attention or the medics on site were enough for you. However, he knows there's an equal chance that it's just because a doctor onsite was able to confirm your death and now you were in some bag, stored away with the others waiting for him to come identify you.

When he finally gets a moment to himself he obsessively checks his phone, praying to something that might take enough pity on him to listen at the very least that you'll call him. Minutes turn to hours as he's called back to work. Silence is a commodity now as he's stuck in the theatre, only able to go home after he's exceeded the legal amount of hours he's allowed to work in one night.

The long turned cold water hits his muscles as his mind wanders in the quiet of his home. You still haven't called - nobody's called. He understands that surely, all of you are busy but he's been there when the calls have had to be made. To hear the sobs on the other side of the phone as a squad captain confirms the death of another hunter as they softly ask if they'd like to see the body. He's also seen the calls when the bodies are far too mangled, a sight that no loved one should have to bear. He's waiting for it, almost falling in his haste to grab his phone once it finally rings.

Your number pops up, the letters of your name taunting him as he tries to answer it. He's about ready to throw his phone on the ground from the water on his hand refusing to make picking up the call an easy feat.

"Hello?" Zayne asks, an uncharacteristic shake in his voice.

"Zayne! I'm okay!" you say, voice sounding a little weak but definitely better than he could have ever anticipated.

"Zayne? Honey? Hello?" you ask when you're met with only silence, now beginning to grow anxious yourself. You knew he must have been busy - you were too - and you thought he was safe. He should have been, you'd heard no reports of the hospital being attacked.

"You're alive," he chokes out, falling to his knees.

"Of course I am! Things have just been chaotic so I haven't had enough time to call you until now," you explain, continuing to talk to him.

You hear rustling on the other side of the phone, trying to get his attention again before he cuts you off.

"Where are you right now? Home?"

"Oh - yeah I'm on leave now. Most of us who were in active duty are to let his recuperate. How come?"

"I'll be there soon."

He hangs up immediately, leaving you a little stunned. You decide to clean up a little, having nothing else to do really until he comes over. Zayne never acts this impulsively so you assume that the day with no contact really wore on him.

Once he arrives you open the door for him, planning to apologise for the lack of contact when he almost throws himself at you. You hold him back just as tightly, a little shaken yourself as you close the door after him. You realise that for whatever reason he's soaking, unsure if you should confront that but you decide to ignore it.

He leads you right to your couch, too exhausted to even find your bedroom as he buries himself against your chest. It's not the normal way he lays with you - typically he likes to hold you - but you know not to bother him now. You can't deny you were worried about him too, knowing he probably put in a bunch of overtime at the hospital.

He holds onto you tightly, measuring out the beat of your heart. It's the only way he can remind himself that you're still alive, that the two of you have one more day together.

Xavier has never felt like he wanted to die more than in this moment. One minute you were running with him, trying to stop the Wanderer from attacking the group of civilians the next you're totally gone. Logically, he knows you're most likely fighting a Wanderer by yourself and you can handle it but somewhere he's convinced you'll die without him at your side. You've proved yourself more than capable but he worries about you all the time - he knows how to fight these things, he's been fighting them for far longer than you have - and if you died here he'd have no more reason for living.

He practically goes beserk, tearing into each and every creature with the hopes that one of them can take him to you. With each failure he starts to spiral, standing atop a pile of rubble as he watches the recovery teams start to spread into the city. It practically took an entire squadron to force him to go home, promising him that he'd be the firs t to hear once they found you.

You were diligently following Xavier when you noticed another Wanderer going after a child. You knew that he'd panic once he couldn't find you but you couldn't just abandon them. You tried to tell him you'd be splitting off but over all the screams and screeches he couldn't hear you and you couldn't waste any more time trying to get his attention.

You were able to defeat the Wanderer but not before sustaining an injury that made it too difficult for you to continue active duty, taking the child to a safe spot and staying with them until help arrived. You ended up passing out from the pain shortly thereafter, waking up a day later to Tara in your face heaving a sigh of relief as she called for a doctor to come check on you.

Your body was simply fatigued and after an extra day of monitoring and ensuring you were receiving everything you needed to make sure you wouldn't collapse again when you get home. You nod, knowing what procedure is at this point. You reach out for your phone once the doctor leaves, knowing that Xavier must be worried out of his mind.

You're right, of course. He's laying in bed, staring up at the ceiling as he waits for someone to call him. He saw the scale of disaster this attack was, knows that everything is absolutely awful and he's not the only one waiting for news but every minute that passes is another minute you could be trapped, praying that he's coming there to save you.

He decides to ignore the strict orders he's gotten, suiting up to go help the recovery efforts. He was going bad staying in bed all day, unable to get a wink of sleep as pictures of your suffering flash across his tortured mind. Working on pulling valuables and any remnants of life is depressing on a good day but right now it's downright torturous. He can't help but think that the next thing he pulls out is going to be your hand, severed far from your body.

When his phone rings everything disappears. He quickly picks up, steeling his expression to avoid making things worse should someone look over at him. He doesn't even notice who called him, just hoping that it was someone with news.

"Oh! You picked up fast. Are you just sitting at home then?" you ask casually, so casually he thinks it's almost cruel. How could you act so nonchalant about the fact that you held his life in your hands, that you are the only thing in this world he can bear to wake up for?

"No, I'm helping the recovery efforts despite orders. I...it was too quiet at home," he offers as an explanation and you hum. He can imagine you nodding, tapping your chin as you think to yourself.

"If you missed me you could have just said so," you tease, hoping that the ease in your voice will make him relax.

"Of course I did. Is that even a question? Are you able to take visitors?' You know what, doesn't matter. I'll just wait there until you are. I'll see you soon love."

He hangs up quickly and you know that he'll appear in the hospital within the next two seconds with that uncanny ability of his. You straighten yourself out a little, knowing that you were injured but not wanting to look like a total mess.

You can hear his footsteps running up to your door, slamming it open as he catches his breath. You've never seen him out of breath before - maybe he's much more tired than you initially thought.

"You made it," you laugh, making a slight sound from the impact of him practically jumping at you, holding you tightly as he buries his face into your neck.

"I was worried about you," he says softly, looking up at you. "I thought you'd been hurt, badly. And I wasn't there to protect you."

You sigh, helping him sit down into the chair at your bedside. You offer him your hand which he holds gratefully, never taking his eyes off of you.

"I know. I'm sorry. But look, I'm okay now, aren't I?"

He ignores the pain in his chest, trying not to imagine how heavy your hand would feel in his if you really had drawn your last breath. That weight is far too familiar to him, haunting his every thought in the hours that passed between then and now.

"You are. And I'm going to make sure you stay that way," he promises.

Rafayel didn't even know there was an attack until far after it. He knew you were working and that sometimes, you'd accidentally go MIA. You'd already texted him before your mission anyway and then he got drawn into another project of his and completely lost track of time. It's not until the next day that he finally sees his phone and the message from Thomas telling him not to come into the city for supplies for a day or so.

He immediately starts looking through articles, scouring pages that are constantly updating the death toll in search of your face. He curses himself for not paying attention earlier - every minute he wasted on some stupid was another minute you could have spent at Death's door, all because he allowed himself to forget that nothing matters if it's not you.

It's obsessive the way he looks through all of them, calling your phone non stop all the while. Every time he gets sent to voicemail he feels his breath get knocked out of his lungs, resorting to blowing up your phone with texts. When it's clear you aren't replying he grabs his keys to drive into Linkon despite Thomas' suggestion, knuckles white on the steering wheel as he heads to the hospital.

Even in all the chaos people can't help but stare a little as Rafayel makes his way to the counter, demanding someone tell him where you were. He's really trying not to be a brat, promising you that he'd be nicer to people but when it's your life on the line everything is up for debate. He goes through any and every possibility, figuring out what he can do to guarantee your survival.

Unfortunately for him, he gets escorted out. Jenna tries to calm him down, telling him that he'd be the first to know if they had any updates on you. Right now everything was just far too messy to know anything about anyone and there was a good chance that you were just being treated at a different hospital than usual due to the high causality count. He doesn't take no for an answer and manages to strong arm the name of the other hospitals you could have been sent to, starting up his car again right as his phone lights up with your name.

"What do you think you're doing not answering your phone?!" he yells, making you flinch.

Rafayel's never been mad at you, certainly not to this extent but you know that it's because he's anxious. He immediately catches himself too and you hear it, catching the sound of his hands against his steering wheel as he takes a deep breath.

"I'm sorry. Just - where are you?" he asks, sounding so exhausted that you feel like crying.

"I'm okay Rafayel," you say instead, adding the name of your hospital. He's immediately driving over as you talk to him, keeping your voice even.

"I was split up from the group is all, then triaged at a different hospital. I'm fine though - I managed to just sprain my wrist from overexertion so I'll have a sling for a bit-"

"You're staying with me then. I'm not having you stay alone with a broken wrist. Knowing you you'd do something dumb and make it worse," he scoffs, trying his best to drive safely to see you again. You don't bother to correct him, knowing that's the least of your worries.

You fall quiet, not sure how to respond. Rafayel has always been good at masking how he feels, rarely showing you what he's hiding behind his mask. Now he's an open book, making it clear that nothing will be okay until he sees you again.

"Okay," you agree, leaning further back into the pillows of your hospital bed. "They wanted me to be released into the care of someone if I could anyway. That's why I was calling you - that, and trying to return all your missed calls."

"Thank you," he says so quietly you barely hear him over the sound of his car.

"Of course my love," you say just as softly. "I knew you'd worry as soon as you saw the news."

Another moment passes between the two of you. Rafayel thinks his heart fell out of his chest - or it would have if it was still his to hold. Instead, it's beating firmly in your palm, only able to do so under your affections.

"Rafayel, I'm really fine, I promise. I'm just hungry. Let's get something for dinner, yeah?" you offer, hoping to redirect his energy.

"Yeah," he replies, exhaling deeply.

"Anything you want my beloved. Just name it and it's yours."

[my-great-big-book-of-fan-fiction]

L Lawliet X F!Reader Smut Oneshot

VERY SMUTTY SMUT, 18+

FINALLY finished! This was so fun to write, but I've been so distracted recently that I haven't been able to work on any of my hobbies. I apologize for going AWOL for like, what, a month? Anyway, hopefully finishing this will be the start of bringing writing back in my life. Enjoy, L fans, and let me know if you have ideas for more!

Warnings/contents: Oral (reader recieving), PinV, cowgirl, happy trail, slight amounts of biting, and a very tired man

L has been working far too much, and it's showing. Not only has he not been leaving the CTV screens, he's stopped sleeping all together. Not even at his seat. For someone so smart, you'd think he'd know to take better care of himself.

Well, tonight, he's finally returned to your shared bedroom, only to retrieve some important flash drive. You were laying upside down on the bed, your legs propped up on the headboard and your hands busy with a rather riveting game of snake.

As soon as you heard him walk in, you perked up, flipping around and watching him with intent, your phone playing a sad little song at your loss of the now irrelevant game. "Hey! are you done working?"

He had his hands in his pockets, his steps light but slow as he felt weighed down by his lack of energy. "I'm never done working," he answered simply, walking to the nightstand and crouching down in front of it.

He opened a drawer, which contained a safe. He typed in the 12 digit code, opening it and finding a few small files and three flash drives...none of which were the right one. "I put it right here...did you take the red drive from this safe," he asked with slightly narrowed eyes, turning to the left to face you.

"No...is something missing?"

He examined you from the top of your head to the tips of your toes, taking in everything about you. This was the problem, he could never tell if you were lying. Whether it was that he was so infatuated with you he couldn't imagine you lying to him, or if you were simply that good, It was frustratingly inconvenient. Perhaps you simply never lied...that was the delirium from not sleeping speaking, most definitely.

"Are you lying," he asked simply.

"No, unfortunately. I wish I had it...I can help you look," you say sweetly.

"I will find it myself...thank you," he nodded, throwing the polite thanks on the end.

"If you say so," you say in obvious skepticism.

He stands back up, looking down at you as you laid back once more. "Do you doubt my ability," he asked challengingly.

"Well...no...It's just..." you look back up at his big, tired eyes, his face discreetly shifting back and forth between curiosity and annoyance.

You look back to your phone. "You've been so tired, you're running on fumes...I just don't think you're in the right place to be effectively searching for and finding things...or, remembering where you put things...or...doing detective work..."

Silence.

You slowly look back up at him, already wincing at how he must look. When your eyes met his, he just seemed...surprised?

"Do you really think my lack of sleep is affecting my efficiency in a palpable way?" He seemed to be considering the notion.

"I do. Very much so."

"Well...I don't have time to sleep," he mused lowly.

you could work with this. "Would you at least shower? It could help you relax, get your mind off things. It'd only take, like, what, 20 minutes?"

He thought about this.

"I suppose it may assist me in 'getting my mind off things'," he sighed. "Fine. But I'd like you to look for that flash drive while I'm gone," he said firmly. Even without the team around, he still acted like he was your boss. You looked up at him with raised brows.

"...please." This energy deficit was making it harder to engage in social conventions, it took a level of consciousness he did not have currently. Another reason he needed sleep.

"Sure," you said with a smile, sitting up. "Go on, go shower, I'll start looking right now," you assured, standing and guiding him to the bathroom. He walked on his own, shutting the door behind him.

You sighed, turning to face the room, scanning it, your brow furrowed. Then, the water turned on. You glanced to the door. You could hear the rhythm of the raining droplets interrupted by him getting in.

With a deep breath, you relax, walking to the nightstand and opening it back up. You typed in the code to the safe, It was a seemingly randomized combination of the numbers within you and Watari's respective birthdays.

Reaching into your bra, you pulled out the flash drive, placing it atop everything else. You'd have to confess and apologize later, for tricking him. You really just needed a reason to get him away from his computer.

With a satisfied huff, you laid back down, continued your game of snake, and waited for him to get out.

fifteen minutes later, the bathroom door gently pushed open, and out L walked, seeming slightly better. he had a towel wrapped loosely around his hips, a slight and sparse amount of black hair barely visible above the pristine white of the fabric. Another towel was slung around his shoulders, catching the water dripping from his spiked black hair.

perfection.

You sat on the edge of the bed, smiling happily at him. "Hey, how do you feel? Better? About the flash-"

"I'd like to have sex."

Your mouth hung open for a moment, the suddenness shocking you. You supposed it was because he was lacked so much energy before, because him being so direct wasn't rare in the slightest. Meanwhile, he simply stared at you, waiting for a proper response.

"Right...right now?"

"Do you have any other plans?"

"Well, no," you say, laughing a little. "I thought you were tired. You should be tired."

"I am tired, but I've come to the conclusion that sex with you would be beneficial, more so than the shower, and more time efficient than proper rest."

You just laughed even more, giggling at his frankness. "Sure, yeah...so, I'm assuming you'll want to get straight to things? make it quick?" Nothing was unexpected with him, that was for sure.

"Well...not without foreplay. I'm not completely helpless," he muttered, his brows furrowing slightly at the insinuation he wouldn't. He could tell that's what you were thinking.

"Is that so? Here I was, thinking you'd leave me high and dry," you tease.

He took a step closer, before putting his foot up and onto the bed next to you and leaning over you. His hands were at his hips, the natural placement for him after so much time putting them in his pockets. "Do you think that lowly of me," he asked softly. His eyes were half lidded, staring deep into yours as if he were reading your soul, and his lips were parted, slowly taking in air, his breath warm against your face, so impossibly close to you.

Your skin was warming, blood rushing to your cheeks and nose as you take in the sight before you. Then, you smile, bringing your hands to cup his face. "You're trying too hard," you taunt, planting a gentle kiss on his lips. He closed his eyes, and when you pull away he leans in farther for a beat, as if he's trying to chase you. His serious expression disappears, and he sits up just a little more. "Am I," he asked, genuinely, cocking his head a little in curiosity.

He just makes you giggle, he's so funny without even realizing. "Yes," you laugh jokingly, nodding for a moment before you calm down. Then you lean in a little more, glancing down at the foot propped up on the bed, and quietly say, "No. It's nice, fun...but, I'd rather you just be yourself." You tilt your head up, your lips brushing against his, before you give him a true kiss.

He closes his eyes, a shiver running up his spine, and when your mouth opens to slide your tongue across his bottom lip, he gladly opens his own. Your hands stay to the sides of his face, and his eventually make their way to your shoulders. You stop for a moment, scooting backward. Without even thinking, he sits completely on the bed, just to follow your lips, and as a reward you waste no time kissing him again.

You stay like that for a while, making out while he sort of straddles your legs in his usual crouch, until he moves past your mouth and to your jaw. It surprises you for a moment, but you quickly adjust, your hand moving to his damp hair to steady yourself.

He leaves wet, meaningful kisses up your jawline, his hand sliding up to your neck to hold you in place. "Did you know," he starts, planting a kiss to the spot where your ear meets your jaw. "That the ear is one of the most sensitive parts of the body," he finishes, kissing at the shell of your ear and sucking on your lobe for a moment. He wasn't even trying to be overly sexy, at least not in his words, you could tell he simply said it because your ear made him think of it, but the candidness of this moment that was so L made you melt...especially because of his soft, low voice.

"Is that so," you ask, your voice wavering a little.

you could feel his smile against the skin of your ear as he left another impassioned kiss to the shell. "It appears it is," he hummed, his voice dropping ever so slightly. Maybe he was trying.

You could do nothing but let out a nervous giggle, your back arching upward until your chest met his. You turned your head, your ear no longer accessible to him, and planted a kiss to the side of his neck. You could feel him stiffen, his breath catching in his throat. You kissed him again, this time slowly, and his hand moved to be in your hair, the other planted firmly on the top of your hip to steady himself.

You take the moment to remove the towel around his waist, glancing down to see just what you were working with...and there he was.

He was fully erect, around 6 inches, the pale pink tip beading with pre. Perfect. You almost reached out to touch him, to please him, but...

Finally, and rather suddenly, he mutters, "Sit back....please."

You don't argue, you just...do. You sit back from him. You could have kept going, just to tease him, but just in case he was overwhelmed, you sat back.

He wasn't overwhelmed, to your delight, and you knew because he leaned forward and brings his lips to your clavicle, placing a gentle but impassioned kiss there. He hears your breath catch, and as he looks up at you with his usual moon-eyed stare, he catches the way your nostrils flare, and your lips part. "You are aroused," he states softly, his hands running up your sides and under your shirt.

"I am," you titter, his cool hands sending a shiver up your spine as you watch him intently.

"If you take your shirt off, I may be able to assist you," he hums sarcastically, a slight, gentle smile across his face.

You roll your eyes, a big smile on your face as you remove your shirt, setting it aside. You take your bra off too, and your pants for good measure. The only thing left on you is your underwear, something that, as he trails feather light kisses down the valley of your breast and the center of your abdomen, he carefully removes with his thumbs and index fingers. By now, he's on his knees and bent forward completely, his hands holding your legs apart as he brings himself to be face to face with your aching folds.

he gazes up at you, not in question but in curiosity, almost a way to tease you. do you want this? how badly? you really want this, don't you?

He slowly licks his lips as his eyes flick back down to what was before him. He sticks his tongue out, giving a long, tentative lap up from your entrance to your clitoris. as his tongue slides up your clit, beneath the hood, your hips buck, just enough to let him know you're excited. With that, his lips lock onto it, his eyes half lidded as he lavishly sucks and laps, soft groans reverberating through you ever so gently as he pleasures you.

He always seems to enjoy this as much as you do, and with each moan you release, he responds to you with a particularly angled prod of his tongue, or a vibrating groan in return, rewarding the crescendo of your sounds.

Your hand finds its way to his hair, nestling in the soft black stands and gently pulling at the base. At the feeling, he releases a breath he seemed to have been holding, the air fanning against the skin of your thighs and lower abdomen. The sturdy grip he has on your hips tightens a little, and as your hips stutter with the eventual arrival of your orgasm, he looks back up at you, his eyes peering, examining, daring you to look anywhere but at him. You can't help but to stare back.

With one final lap of his tongue, you finish, back arching, head tossing back, your voice ringing through the room in what he can only describe as the song of the angels. He helps you through, gently sucking on your clit, and when you finally come down from it, he pulls away, licking the fluid from his chin and upper lip. It was sort of endearing, watching him do something that looked so...stupid, to put it bluntly.

You laugh despite your panting, smiling as he sits back with his knees rather relaxed compared to usual, not to his chest, although arched halfway there. "you were...considerably louder than usual. has it been a long time since you've experienced an orgasm?"

you almost wanted to chide him for asking a question that had such an obvious answer, but you supposed it was good he didn't negate the fact that you could self pleasure. "Nope. I guess you could say I've been saving myself for you," you sigh teasingly, crawling closer, over his legs, bringing your face and hips above his, respectively.

He instinctively takes your hips, looking up at you with a thoughtful expression. "Why would you do something like that," he asked disdainfully.

You laugh a little. "Does it matter?"

He pauses, looking to your hips. "I suppose not. It makes no difference to me," he muses.

You smile down at him with endearment, your hands sliding to his shoulders. No time to waste.

You lower yourself down his vehemently leaking cock, his grip tightening around you as you push yourself past his tip.

he leaned forward, his knees coming up, your body now between his chest and his legs as your hips met his. he wasn't especially girthy, but his length more than made up for it. You take in a breath, steadying on his shoulders, and slowly slide upward.

He watches with a sort of aroused fascination as you begin to ride him, his eyes not leaving the sight of your body taking his dick in and out, watching and feeling every twitch, listening to every sound, the variations, the angles, everything perceived. You wouldn't think he was enjoying himself all too much, given the fact he was only releasing tempered pants and the occasional hum, but it was his attention that gave it away. Nothing besides his work, and now you, has captured his attention so quickly and so intensely.

If he weren't so tired and in need of a proverbial "quickie," he'd have you in as many different positions as possible. He has a need to see every facet of you, to know how you look and feel and sound in every angle and situation...but, for now, the usual cowgirl will do. And it does, it does rather nicely.

He only looks up at your face when he takes notice of your own noises, growing in volume and desperation. Of course, when he looks up, he can really only see your tits, bouncing away, and he really has no choice but to lavishly suck on your nipple. a formality, truly. The sounds and expressions that elicits is simply heavenly.

He grips your hips tighter, and as the air from his nose fans across your chest, he thrusts himself up. You cry out, his tip unexpectedly hitting your cervix, and all you can do now is shift back and forth as he thrusts up, peer into his large observant eyes as he tongues your breast and uses your body as he wishes. The sight, the feeling, the sounds, it was all too much for you. You moan louder and louder, signaling an orgasm, and the moment his tip pounds a particular spot, you're done. Your hips buckle, your body shakes, and best of all for him, your walls constrict.

in mere moments after you, he begins to truly moan, his cheeks flushing as his orgasm grows closer. After one particularly fast and hard jerk of his hips, he's calling out your name, his teeth pressing into your chest as his lashes flutter, his cum releasing within you in quick spurts, riding the wave as your hips roll against his.

He said this would be quick, a way to relax while staying time efficient, but fortunately he was too tired to take his own tiredness into account. He fell completely asleep beside you, his head pressed into your chest and his legs pressed to your torso as you stroked his hair. He'd sleep for the next 14 hours, and while you got up to pick up the slack at work, get something to eat, or use the restroom, you always returned to him.

I genuinely looked like coraline's dad writing this. I had fun, but wow was I lethargic. I'd like to do this again though, hopefully when I'm feeling more determined!

Taglist: @cheekyweekymouse

[watermelonlovershigh]

Can you write something where Reader had taken care of Harry all night because he was sick and then she has to wake up to care for their child and maybe the child wants to give Harry cuddles to make him feel better.

Sick Daddy /concept/

AN: had this in my inbox for a while but am trying to clear some of my requests out so here you finally go. its very short because this ask just felt like it didn't need to be crazy long. hope you enjoy still. send you feedback. xoxo

This story contains: mentions of throw up, the rest is fluff

{ husbandrry - dad!harry - any harry era }

word count- 566

You and your son Oliver make Harry a breakfast to hopefully feel better because he'd been sick the previous night. Then after Harry's better, you and Ollie catch the same bug and Harry takes care of you both as you did for him.

You'd been up off and on with Harry all night. He seemed to have caught some type of stomach bug and nearly every hour of the night woke up to be sick. Though Harry insisted you just stay in bed, of course you were gonna be right by his side. Placing a little clip in his hair to hold his bangs out of his face and rub his back as he heaved over the toilet.

Now it's eight in the morning and your little one, Oliver, who's five, is awake. Though you're dead tired from you lack of sleep, you go into Ollies bedroom and help him get dressed and brush his teeth. Once that's all done, Oliver asks, "Where's daddy? Wanna go see him."

Kneeling down to his level, you reply, "Daddy's feeling a bit ill today, loves. He'll probably be in bed for a while. But, how about you help mummy make daddy some tea and toast to hopefully feel better."

With a concerned look on his small face, Oliver nods, "Alright, mummy. Then can I cuddle daddy? Daddy cuddles me when I don't feel very well so it might make him feel better."

Thinking for a moment, you answer, "Maybe. We'll have to see. I don't want you catching whatever bug he has though."

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Oliver helped you prepare an easy breakfast for Harry. One that will hopefully not bother his stomach. Once it's ready, you carry it on a tray and Ollie walks up the stairs beside you, excited to finally see his daddy today.

When you walk in the bedroom, Harry is curled up under the covers sleeping, a thin layer of sweat coating his skin. You set the tray down and nudge his shoulder, "Harry babe, wake up for me. Got you something to drink and eat that you'll hopefully be able to keep down."

Harry slowly turns over and sits up. With his very messy bed-head, he croaks out, "Awe, thank you, m'love. I'll try to eat some of it. Not really that hungry though."

Oliver steps to the side of the bed and asks, "Daddy sick?"

Harry looks down and answers, "Yeah baby, daddy's tummy hasn't been well. But mummy is the best doctor around so I'm sure I'll be good to go in no time."

Harry sat in bed and munched on his plain toast and sipped his tea while you and Oliver sat at the foot of the bed to keep him company. After some persuasion, you finally let Oliver cuddle Harry. You knew it was a risk of him getting sick too but you were also at risk from just being in the same house as him.

Luckily Harry was able to keep that food down and with some more rest, got to feeling better within twelve hours. Unluckily to you and Ollie though, two days later you both woke up to sick tummies and it was Harry's turn to play doctor. With the amount of vomit he had to clean up he should become a professional cleaner.

It got so bad that he had to migrate everyone to the living room where he could watch you both at the same time. One moment holding up the barf bucket for Oliver and the next moment holding it up for you. He gave y'all tons of cuddles and extra love and within a day everyone was well again.

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My Masterlist Masterpost

[factorialsotherfandoms]

So um I wrote about xcom!Chayanne yesterday and I don't have the energy to do his whole rescue and I'm not in the mood to hurt him as much as something before that would need, but also idk about you but **I** need some follow up from that. Get the baby a hug.

TW: badly injured child, referenced child abuse, hospital setting, talk about a child very nearly dying (in the past)

Philza knew it wasn't good - he'd seen the poor kid pass out, for fuck's sake - but he had not quite realised how bad it was. He hadn't been working with the sort of tech the infirmary has, too focused on keeping the two kids alive to think about the implications of their injuries.

The tablet Doctor Ruiz hands him, though... One kid - the one currently curled up with Roier as they both sleep off their injuries - he knew about. The broken bones about match what he predicted, looking at the poor sod. There's a worrying amount of head trauma, yes, but bar an inability to talk the kid had seemed alert and aware. Bit hard to tell with children, but he'll hopefully be fine.

It's the second he worries about; he had not even realised the kid was injured until he passed out in Missa's arms and, fuck, Philza doesn't think he'll ever be able to forgive himself for that. The scars, the cuts... the last of their splash potions hadn't woken him, but had at least closed up the wounds and bought some colour back to the kid's cheeks.

He'd known it was bad, he had, he swears, but this... The scar pattern, the slightly sticky marks on his chest, the breaks in his ribs... Not just current ones, either, but on the x-rays he can see evidence of them having been broken before. Similar places, too.

There are other scans, too, ones of a sort that Philza does not understand. They show the child's organs, presumably damage to them, but he really wouldn't know.

They still don't scare him as much as the x-rays of his ribs, if only because he only understands the latter; he flicks back to them, and stares in horror.

"Is that...?" he hands the tablet back to her - he isn't a doctor, he could be wrong, he just picks shit up here and there.

Her face is grim as she nods.

"Fucking hell," he breathes the word out; it makes a lot of sense, now, why she had insisted on this boy being on a bed alone, surrounded by wires and monitors instead of letting Missa hold him. "Do we know what happened?"

"I was hoping you could tell me," she says, folding her arms around the tablet and clinging to it. "If I had to guess, shock from one of the scarring injuries. His biology is... Strange, though - human blood is compatible, at least, and his vitals are stable. I have no idea if they are /good/, but they are stable."

"Will he be okay?" he asks.

"I..." it's never a good thing when the doctor fucking hesitates to answer that question. "If he heals like a human and my guess is correct? Yes. If not, it is outside my expertise."

Philza takes a deep breath, calms himself, and nods, "thanks for the update."

She nods, "I'll get started on the reports; I just thought you'd like to know."

"Oh I fucking hate it," he replies. "But it's better than not knowing; you handle the reports, I'll keep an eye on the kid."

She nods, and vanishes.

And, fuck, how is he going to tell Missa? The man's already attached, and it's not an easy thing to tell someone - 'oh, yeah, that kid we rescued? His heart stopped recently enough his ribs have barely started healing from being broken during CPR, and he still had gunk from a fucking heart monitor on him. Also? Not the first time it's happened'.

Philza runs his hands over his face and, fuck, he wishes he had made that bitch /suffer/. For all her talk of honour, she'd done her fucking best to murder a /child/.

It's too late now, already dead under Jaiden's knife, but fuck he wants her to suffer more. The kids are, what, ten? Something like that?

And don't try tell him that it wasn't the Assassin - Philza /knows/ swords, and hers are a perfect match for the scars and wounds littered all over the poor boy's skin.

Given the chance to fight her again, he'd rip her apart with his bare fucking hands. Or, let Cellbit do it at least. He does have more the talent for it these days.

But, there's not much to be done, not now. The Assassin is dead, and the kid is in an actual fucking infirmary. Jaiden and Roier both need to stay, to the concern and delight of the other little boy, while after getting patched up Missa and Philza elected to stay with this one. Cellbit's off somewhere - probably struggling to pull things from the archive with one arm in a cast - and Etoiles elected to get some fucking sleep.

It seems like a good idea.

Philza doesn't think he can, not without nightmares of a little boy bleeding to death, alone and scared, in a prison cell.

Or stabbed again - Missa did say both boys had tried to fight the Assassin; for all Philza admires their persistence, fighting back on the wounds they have, he's fucking terrified for them.

And, thinking of Missa, the man is waking up. Philza turns his attention there, watching him get up.

"Hey Missa," he smiles over, but he knows it looks thin.

He gets a smile back, as Missa scoots himself up to sitting.

The smile falls as soon as Missa lays eyes on the kid in the bed.

"How is he?"

"He had to be resuscitated."

Philza realises his mistake as he sees absolute terror consume Missa's features, and a terrified whine.

"Not today!" he clarifies, quickly, loudly. "Jesus fuck, I would have woken you if it was today. Sorry, sorry - recently, though, his ribs are still fucked up. Maybe a few days ago? Week at most?"

The whine turns from terror to heartbreak, Missa scrambling over with his too-long limbs. He picks up the boy's hand, clinging to it and muttering rapidly in Spanish.

Philza doesn't try to translate, not when the kid is obviously the one addressed - if anyone at all.

"Fuck, Missa, it wasn't even the first time either. Doc says he'll be fine so long as he heals like a human - and he's got human blood and human organs so we should be okay - but, fucking hell mate, I just..."

What does Philza even say? He permits the words to vanish into Missa's whine.

He reaches across, resting his hand atop Missa's. It takes the man a little bit to stop whining and ask "do we know why?"

"Not really," Philza feels his grimace. "We're hoping shock from the other injuries. It's bad, but now they're healed or healing... Easiest shit to fix, out of the options. Can't see anything else, doesn't mean there isn't."

There's another pained noise from Missa. Philza reaches up, absently wiping at his tears as he looks away to the boy's face. It takes a bit for Missa to collect himself up, clinging to the boy's hand and brushing his hair from his face.

"He's safe now?" Missa asks.

"He's safe," Philza confirms. "And once he's better, we'll find somewhere safe for him to stay."

It's a long shot, but they have some ideas of places safer than an airship full of the government's most wanted, at least.

Missa's fussing also seems to have awoken the boy; Missa startles, and turns to him, and when Philza's eyes follow he sees the little red flames in place of eyes watching them both.

Missa speaks something soothing in Spanish; Philza is still too furious to speak calmly enough for an injured and probably scared child.

The boy tries to sit up, only to flinch; Philza catches him, and helps him back down. Across the room he catches Doctor Ruiz's eye - she just gestures for him to go ahead and returns to her paperwork.

"Hey now," he tries to be gentle, but his voice is not really having it. "Lay back down. Your friend is just over there, see?"

The kid turns his head, and does relax a little when he spots the other boy. He still does not speak, glancing around but always returning to Philza and Missa.

"You're safe here," Missa promises. "Philza and I won't let anyone hurt you."

The kid glances between them; Philza tries to back Missa up with a nod.

He looks... confused, more than anything, glancing back at the other child, then at the adults. It takes a little bit, before he raises his arms and...

"Oh..." Philza whispers.

Missa leans down first, doing his best to avoid any of the wires or tubes surrounding the boy.

Philza follows a bit later, putting one arm across Missa's back and, with a lack of space, brushes a the child's hair with the other.

"We fucked her up," Philza promises. "She won't be hurting anyone again."

The boy does not stay awake long, his body brutalised and exhausted. Within moments of the hug starting he has fallen back asleep. Both Philza and Missa are reluctant to let go, but know that they must.

Missa sings lullabys, the music keeping Philza more to the present. He does not have much of a singing voice, so he fetches blankets instead, hoping the pressure will be comforting to the boy.

"He just wanted a hug," Missa's voice is broken. "Phil, Phil, he just- just a hug..."

Philza's own heart is a ruin, too; he opens his own arms up, and gestures Missa over. He wraps his friend in his arms, lets him cry into his shoulder.

If he also cries into Missa's hair, then it is his secret to tell.

[arvensimp]

I want Different Kinda Jelly Pt. 3 so muccccchhhhh! Dom!arven is so hot.

I'm glad you like it so far!!! This isn't anywhere near done yet (i keep digging myself into a bigger and bigger hole), but here's where we are now!

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Different Kinda Jelly Pt. 3

Jealous!Arven x fem!reader, ft. Leon - part 1 - part 2

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"Can you make him go away?" Arven whispers. You can feel how hard he is against you, and fuck, you want it. You want him. At the same time though, Leon's at the door, and...

"He just bought us food..."

Arven groans, pressing his face into the pillow. "I'll go take a shower." And with that he gets up and storms into the bathroom.

For your part, you just need to pull your panties and pants back on and adjust your shirt before answering the door. As it swings open, you hear the rush of running water.

"H-Hey... Uh..."

"SO sorry I took so long. Got lost on my way there, but the food should still be warm!" Leon says as he barrels past you into the room. "Your boyfriend taking a shower then?" He asks as he sets the bags down on the table.

"Yeah... Ya know, long day, long flight..." You shuffle anxiously from foot to foot, trying to discretely position your collar in such a way that your neck is properly covered because as it stands, you're not entirely certain Leon won't be able to tell what you and Arven had just been up to. You haven't had a chance to check a mirror, but you're fairly positive you're going to be covered in bruises.

Leon nods, understanding. "Well hopefully he doesn't take too long! Would he mind if we dug in without him? I'm starved, really. Barely ate a thing all day."

"Uh..." You look over to the restroom door, as if it would give you some answers. "You can go ahead. I'll wait for Arven."

Leon shrugs. "Cheers then." He says as he fishes out a takeaway container and starts eating. "So! Like I was saying!" Leon bounds off, telling you in Galarian about all of the plans that have been made for this trip. You get a decent amount of what he's saying, having decided to study the language a bit more since your last trip, but even then, Leon tends to talk quickly, and his accent isn't the easiest for you to understand, so sometimes you need to slow him down or ask him to repeat himself or even speak in Paldean, which he happily does to the best of his ability.

It seems like he really is trying to get to know you better and be a better communicator compared to your last trip here.

After what feels like a lifetime, but in all likelihood was probably only about 15 or 20 minutes, Arven returns from the shower. He's got a pair of loose fitting sleep pants and a baggy shirt on, as well as a towel around his shoulders to help stave off some of the dripping from his hair.

He narrows his eyes at Leon. "Hey--"

"Hey, mate! Welcome back!" Leon greets him cheerily, fishing into the takeaway bags to pull out containers for the two of you. "Like I was saying earlier, so sorry I was late. I'm just pants with directions, ya know? Luckily the food should still be good and warm. Stuff's from one of my favorite curry places, and their chips are top notch. The owner and me are mates actually, and he's an absolute ledge, ya know?"

He speaks so fast and with too much slang for Arven to entirely understand. He just takes what looks to be a container of...curry? With french fries? and lets him keep talking.

The two of you open the container, and fuck, it really does smell good. You each grab a fork, dig in, and end up moaning simultaneously.

"Oh my god?"

"That's so good!" The two of you say at the same time, and Leon just laughs.

"What did I tell you? Was I right?"

You both nod, stuffing your faces with more of the delicious curry. Arven wipes a bit away from the corner of his mouth with his thumb. "You said..." He swallows another mouthful. "You know the owner?"

Leon nods. "We're mates."

Arven gives him a confused look.

"Uh...friends?" He switches to Paldean quickly.

Arven nods, understanding. "I'd love to get the..." He pauses, pulls out his phone and does a quick translation. "Recipe..?"

Leon claps his hands together, thrilled. "Absolutely! I can see about bringing you over tomorrow if you like? Or..." He thinks and looks to you. "I may just have to give you an address. I'm not sure...with the press and all that."

Your boyfriend huffs, and you set a hand on his knee. Arven secretly thrills at the bit of contact from you in front of this guy. Leon sees it and at least has the grace to look apologetic. "I really am sorry...again. I promise, I won't do anything...ya know...untoward this time." He raises a hand. "Champion's honor. Or, well. Former Champion."

Arven gives him an unsure look, but silently goes back to eating, which seems to infinitely improve his mood. You do notice that he moves his knee over to touch yours and doesn't move it though.

So Leon and you continue talking. Or, really, Leon continues talking excitedly as you eat and listen to him, trying your best to understand his fast paced Galarian.

"And then there's Raihan. The banter from that one, I'm telling you. Ya know, you may have actua--" Leon pauses when Arven leans over just a bit and turns you to face him.

"Got a bit of curry on your cheek..." He tells you softly and low in Paldean, swiping it off with his thumb while still holding you in his grasp. "Say, 'ah'..."

Without thinking, you comply and open your mouth to lick the curry off him.

Then you realize what you'd just done.

In front of Leon.

And you turn red.

And you look to Leon.

He looks similarly embarrassed, his honeyed eyes darting around the room, anywhere but at you.

You look to Arven.

He looks incredibly smug. In fact, he's never looked quite so much like a smirking mabosstiff before, it's nearly shocking.

He leans in and kisses your other cheek. "Good girl." He says just softly enough that Leon likely doesn't hear the words.

There's a hideously long pause.

"So!" Leon starts. "I should probably get going, haha..." He clears his throat and stands. "We'll have a long week ahead of us, so, uhh... " He starts heading to the door.

You stand to follow him, and Arven follows suit, sticking close behind you with a lithe arm around your waist like a toedscruel's vine.

"We'll see you tomorrow, Leon?" You ask.

"U-Uh...Yup! Definitely." He replies, still refusing to meet your gaze. Behind you, Arven narrows eyes as his grin widens. "So, uh. Right-o! I'll see you then. Cheers!"

And he's out the door with a quick slam.

Arven only gives it a few moments before he bursts into laughter.

"Why would you do that?!" You ask, still as red as a tamato berry.

He snakes his arms around your waist. "C'mon, can you blame me? He's the worst!"

"He's not!" You argue. "He's kinda, I dunno...maybe not the brightest electebuzz in the bunch, but he means well."

"That dumbass didn't notice a single one of your hickeys until I literally put your neck on display for him." Arven tells you, still laughing.

"So that curry thing with your thumb?"

"Two purposes."

"Arven!"

"What?"

"You've just embarrassed him hideously!"

"So? Why should I care about him?"

"Fine. You've also embarrassed me."

Arven pauses and seems to come down a bit. "...I'm sorry. I just...I need him to get it, you know?"

"Get what?"

He leans into you, fixing his face into the crook of your neck. "You're...you're not his. You're mine." Arven doesn't say it meanly or childishly or even possessively. He almost says it like he's a bit frightened.

You squeeze him tighter into the hug. "I know I'm yours...and he does, too. He's really trying to be good, I think."

Arven hums. "Maybe. ...I did, uh...kinda like...showing you off like that. Is that weird?"

You sigh. "I don't think so, and I love the idea of you being more interested in PDA, but I'd prefer if we talked about it beforehand, especially in front of someone who has shown interest in me in the past. I... I dunno, I don't want him to feel bad."

"I do."

"Don't be mean. He's sending you to that restaurant to learn about curry or whatever."

Arven huffs. "Yeah, I guess."

[yesloulou]

Hi im very new to the sport and honestly dunno where to ask because going to google or youtube it's kinda giving me a different answers.. if you don't mind to answer this, but do you know what is daniel's driving style? is he more understeer guy or oversteer?

One time i saw it says daniel's driving style is the same as max and i thought it makes sense and became easier for rb to develop a car when you have two drivers with the same driving style that could give a similar feedback for development? but then in another thing isaw they have a different style?

Hope my question make sense 🥲

ty for this question anon! im in no way an expert so i'll just try to sum up what i know and hopefully more insightful ppl will enlighten us some more <3 (also recommend: The empty promise and McLaren myth that set Ricciardo up for failure)

daniel prefers a car that's more likely to oversteer than understeer in general. he's known for late-braking while overtaking (which requires the car to have a good amount of grip in the front to help w the late turning). however, contrary to popular belief, this is not how daniel typically approaches a corner. according to polychronis/fox sports:

in fact, in terms of corner entry speed, daniel and max both prefer early braking to cut the corner short, get to the straight line (hence get ting the car back to straight line speed) as soon as possible. instead of trying to carry as much speed as possible around the corners.

so basically you can say he is an early braker who's famous for also being able to brake late in order to overtake.

for reference: mcl35 required a 2 phased braking technique (braking in straight line -> sharp turn -> accelerating in straight line) which is very different from daniel's typical approach (gradually braking and hugging the corner)

re the last part: the term 'driving style' is rlly very all encompassing. there are many aspects to it. two can have similarities in some areas and differ in others <3

[bechloeislegit]

25 Days of BeChloe Christmases 2022

Day 3 - One Night Only

A/N: In order to keep a little mystery, the full prompt from FanFiction User RJRMovieFan will be listed at the end of the story. Enjoy!

Late September in Tampa was hot and muggy, and Chloe wondered, not for the first time, why she had thought it was a good idea to accept a teaching position close to her parents. She entered her apartment and dropped her keys on the table. She set her bag on the floor and flipped through her mail as she toed off her shoes and left them by the door.

"Bill, bill, bill," Chloe mumbled, sighing as she looked at each envelope. "I need a drink."

Chloe walked to the kitchen, dropping her mail on the coffee table as she passed by. She poured herself a glass of iced tea. As she took a sip, her phone rang.

Chloe pulled her phone out and smiled as she answered.

"Hey, Brey," Chloe said.

"Hey, Chloe," Aubrey said. "I've got some big news."

"What is it?" Chloe asked with enthusiasm.

"I'm planning a Bellas reunion," Aubrey replied. "And we'll be spending Christmas and New Year's in New York! Isn't that exciting?"

"It sounds very exciting," Chloe said. "But, won't it be expensive to go to New York at Christmastime?"

"Chloe, it's been five years since we won the ICCAs," Aubrey said. "And two since we've seen everyone in person. Besides, my parents have agreed to help cover all our costs for the trip. Airfare, lodging, tickets to a holiday show or two."

"Wow," Chloe said. "That's very generous of them. How did you manage that?"

"They're going on a cruise for Christmas, and my brother and I are not invited," Aubrey said. "So, they were going to give us both a guilt gift of an indecent amount of cash so we could go wherever we want to celebrate Christmas. I asked that, instead of giving me cash, they help with the cost of getting the Bellas together in person for the first time in two years. They agreed, and here we are."

"It will be nice to see all the girls again," Chloe said, trying to mentally calculate how much the trip would cost her.

"Before you say no," Aubrey interrupted. "You'll be on Christmas break, so you can't use work as an excuse not to come."

"Okay," Chloe said. "I'll have to do some creative budgeting, but I think I can swing it."

"You only need to save enough money for incidentals," Aubrey said. "As I said, everything will be covered. You can have your own room if you want. Or we can be roommates again!"

"That will make things a lot easier for me," Chloe said as relief washed over her.

"Good, because I already put you down as a yes," Aubrey said. "I've also received yeses from everyone except Cynthia Rose. She's in the Air Force and will have to submit a request for leave. Hopefully, it will be approved; she's supposed to let me know as soon as she knows."

"Were you able to find Beca?" Chloe asked softly.

"Why would I even look for her?" Aubrey huffed. "She walked away from us and never looked back."

"She walked away because you said she wasn't a Bella," Chloe retorted. "You seem to forget it was because of Beca that we got into the finals."

"The other team had a High School kid as their soloist and were disqualified," Aubrey said. "That's why we got into the finals. I wish you'd get over this obsession you have with that, that-."

"That, what?" Chloe asked, her voice rising.

"Never mind," Aubrey said. "I don't want to talk about her or argue with you about her."

Chloe heard Aubrey sigh through the phone.

"I'm going to try and coordinate everything so that those of us flying in can arrive on the same day at around the same time. I'll email you with your info once I get the itineraries together, okay?"

"That's fine," Chloe said. "I have to go. Bye, Brey."

Chloe ended the call and dropped her phone on the counter. She hated that every time she brought up Beca's name, Aubrey would dismiss it like Beca meant nothing to her. Chloe ran a hand through her hair and sighed.

"I wish she'd understand how much Beca still means to me," Chloe mumbled.

~~ 25 Days of BeChloe Christmases - 2022 ~~

Later that night, while lying in bed, Chloe couldn't help thinking about Beca and the last time she saw her.

"I told you she wasn't a Bella," Aubrey said, glaring at Beca.

"Brey, don't," Chloe implored.

"No," Beca said, looking at Chloe. "You don't have to pretend like you get to have a say in the group."

Aubrey scoffed; Chloe's feelings were hurt, and the rest of the Bellas didn't know what to do.

"If this is what I get for trying," Beca said, then turned and walked away.

Chloe sighed and turned on her side. She had tried to call and text Beca after that, but Beca never responded.

When she saw that Aubrey did not include Beca in the text sent to notify the Bellas that they were going to the ICCA Finals, Chloe forwarded it to Beca, asking, no, begging her to come to the rehearsal. Again, Beca did not respond, nor did she show up to rehearsal.

After the debacle of the first rehearsal, Chloe took the USB with a bunch of mixes Beca had put together to the next rehearsal and asked Aubrey to listen to it. Beca had given it to her the week before Beca left; Chloe thought it best not to tell Aubrey it was Beca's work, so she didn't.

The rest of the Bellas were excited to try something new and pushed Aubrey to give Chloe's set list a chance. With the threat of a full mutiny on her hands, Aubrey had no choice but to listen.

Aubrey and the girls loved it; Aubrey had to admit that Chloe had come up with a great set that showcased all the girls' talents. Chloe did not correct the assumption that she was responsible for creating the setlist.

The Bellas won the ICCAs, and, to this day, Chloe had never told anyone that the set was something Beca had created.

Chloe rolled over onto her back.

"I wish I had gone after Beca and told her how much she meant to me," Chloe whispered into the darkness of her empty bedroom, wiping a tear from her eye. "And maybe she'd be here with me now."

~~ 25 Days of BeChloe Christmases - 2022 ~~

Chloe spent the next three months counting down the days until her trip to New York. She also spent most of those days thinking about Beca Mitchell and what had become of her. Beca's departure left Chloe with so many questions.

Had Beca gone to L.A. as she had often mentioned wanting to do?

Did Beca ever think about Chloe or her time at Barden?

Or did Beca walk away and forget about all of them? Including Chloe?

It was finally the day she was to leave for New York. Chloe was all smiles as she zipped her carry-on bag and lifted it off the bed. She was excited to see her Bella sisters and practically floated to the front door of her apartment with her bags in tow.

She walked out of her apartment, ensuring that both locks were secure before making her way to the elevator.

The flight to New York was uneventful. And once the plane landed, Chloe waited until the aisle was clear before standing and grabbing her carry-on bag. She exited the plane and followed the crowd to the baggage area to retrieve her larger suitcase.

Chloe looked around as she stepped off the escalator. She looked to her right and saw Aubrey and Stacie. Chloe was all smiles as she walked over to them.

"Brey!" Chloe said, pulling her into a hug. "It's good to see you!"

"It's good to see you, too, Chloe," Aubrey said.

Stacie waited until Aubrey and Chloe let go of each other and pulled Chloe into a hug.

"Looking good, Beale," Stacie said, looking Chloe up and down as she pulled out of the hug.

"Thanks, Stacie," Chloe said. "You're not looking so bad yourself."

"Let's get your bags," Aubrey said. "Cynthia Rose and Denise should be landing soon."

"What about Fat Amy, Jessica, and Ashley?" Chloe asked.

"Fat Amy was flying in last night," Aubrey said. "And Jessica and Ashley are driving up from Pennsylvania together. They should all be at the hotel when we get there."

"And, what about Lily?" Chloe asked as they waited for her bag.

"She lives here in New York and is staying at the hotel with us," Aubrey said. "She texted earlier that she was there."

Not too long after Chloe had retrieved her luggage, Cynthia Rose and Denise found them. After more greetings and hugs, they followed Aubrey to the van she had rented for their stay. Chloe smiled and sat back, listening as Cynthia Rose and Denise talked of their upcoming wedding. She laughed with the others when Stacie regaled them with the story of the Hunter's most recent conquest, which involved her joining the Mile High Club earlier that day.

It wasn't long after that they arrived at their hotel.

~~ 25 Days of BeChloe Christmases - 2022 ~~

After Chloe finished unpacking, she went down to the lobby to wait for the girls. She saw Jessica and Ashley already waiting. As she walked over to them, she noticed they were looking at the itinerary Aubrey had left for them.

"I can't wait to see this," Ashley said, pointing at the itinerary in Jessica's hand.

"Can't wait to see what?" Chloe asked as she sat down.

"DJ Titanium Blue," Ashley said.

"What do you know about DJ Titanium Blue, Chloe?" Jessica asked.

"I'm excited to see them," Ashley said.

"I've only read about them," Chloe said. "They're really big on the West Coast."

"I've heard some of their music and think it's great, so it should be a good show," Jessica said. "I love the air of mystery about them."

"Yeah," Ashley said. "They always wear a mask, and so far, no one has been able to discover who they are. Most people have guessed they're a woman because of their body, but no one has come out to confirm or deny whether that's true."

"I'm looking forward to seeing them," Chloe said.

"Excuse me," a woman interrupted. "Are you Chloe Beale?"

"I am," Chloe said.

"This is for you," the woman said, handing Chloe a folded note.

"Thank you," Chloe said as the woman walked away.

"Hey, girls," Stacie said. "Who was that?"

"I don't know," Chloe said. "She just handed me this note and left."

"Who's it from?" Ashley asked.

"Let's go, ladies," Aubrey called out as she and the remaining Bellas hurried toward the hotel exit. "We're going to be late for our reservation."

Chloe stuck the note in her purse without reading it and rushed after Aubrey.

~~ 25 Days of BeChloe Christmases - 2022 ~~

The girls had ended the night in the hotel bar, and Chloe was drunk when she came back to her room. Sadly, being drunk did not stop her inner alarm clock from waking her at six the next morning.

Chloe groaned when she checked the time on her phone.

"I need coffee," Chloe mumbled as she reached for the day's itinerary. "Breakfast isn't scheduled until nine; I can't wait that long."

Chloe showered and dressed. She grabbed her small backpack and started transferring the things she needed for the day from her purse.

"I forgot about this," Chloe mumbled as she pulled out the note from the night before.

She unfolded the note and read it. There had been a signature, but something wet had made it unreadable; Chloe wasn't sure how that happened.

Chloe shrugged as she read the note one more time, saw it was almost seven, and thought, "why not?" So, she grabbed her coat and left her room.

Chloe entered the coffee shop and looked around to see if she saw anyone she recognized.

"Hey, Chloe," a voice Chloe recognized said from behind her.

"Beca?"

Chloe turned around and saw a very nervous-looking Beca Mitchell standing there.

"Oh, my God!" Chloe squealed, grabbing Beca to her. "Beca!"

"Hey," Beca said, wrapping her arms around Chloe.

Chloe pulled back from Beca and smiled.

"What are you doing here?" Chloe asked.

"You act as if you didn't know I was going to be here," Beca said. "I know you got my note."

"I did," Chloe said, chuckling. "Only when I finally read it, your signature had somehow gotten wet and was unreadable."

"You didn't know who you were meeting?" Beca said, chuckling. "And yet you came anyway. That is so you."

"Well, I'm glad I came," Chloe said. "Or I wouldn't have had the chance to see you. Or talk to you, and we definitely need to talk. But I need coffee for that, so let's grab a table."

"Okay," Beca said, following Chloe.

Two hours later, after the two filled the other in on what they had been up to for the past five years, Beca made a small confession.

"I have a confession to make," Beca said. "I had a huge crush on you back then. I may have even fallen in love with you a bit."

"What?!" Chloe said, chuckling. "I had a huge crush on you, too. And I'm not just saying that because you said it."

"I have something else to admit," Beca said, only to be interrupted when Chloe's phone pinged with a text notification.

"Hold that thought," Chloe said, holding her finger to stop Beca.

Beca sat back with a small smile and watched Chloe.

"Oh, shoot, I have to go," Chloe said after reading the text. "I'm supposed to be at breakfast with the girls." Chloe's face lit up with excitement as she exclaimed, "You should come with me! I'm sure the girls would love to see you."

"I doubt that's true," Beca mumbled.

"Why wouldn't it be true?" Chloe asked.

"I'm pretty sure Posen wants to kill me," Beca said.

"No, she doesn't," Chloe said.

"I say we'll have to agree to disagree on that," Beca said. "I would love to continue this, especially the part about your crush on me." Chloe scoffed but smiled at Beca. "Would you want to meet up again? I have an event I can't get out of tonight, and it will be really late when I'm done. If you're up for it, maybe we can have drinks or something after? I would really love to see you again."

"We're attending a concert tonight, and it will also be late when it's over," Chloe said, chewing on her lip before adding, "I'd love to meet you after."

"Great," Beca said, smiling "It's a date."

They gathered their belongings and walked over to the hotel together. To Choe's surprise, Beca hugged her and then went toward the elevators. Chloe watched her leave before going into the hotel's restaurant to meet the Bellas.

~~ 25 Days of BeChloe Christmases - 2022 ~~

Later that night, after a quick dinner in the hotel's restaurant, the Bellas made their way to the large ballroom for the concert. Chloe stared at the sign announcing DJ Titanium Blue in concert for One Night Only.

"What made you get us in to see this show?" Chloe asked Aubrey as they waited to enter.

"I heard that DJ Titanium Blue does some acapella as part of their set," Aubrey said, looking around to make sure no one else was paying attention to them. "And the DJ will sometimes pull people from the audience to be a part of the show. And my mother knows someone who knows someone who works with them. She may or may not have reached out to see if the Bellas can be in the show."

"We're going to be in the show?" Fat Amy asked.

"I don't know," Aubrey replied honestly. "We could be, but there is no guarantee that we will be."

"This is so exciting," Jessica gushed.

"It would be nice if we get picked," Chloe said, trying to contain her excitement. "It's been a while since we sang together."

Everyone started talking at once, only quieting when they reached the front of the line. Aubrey gave her name, and they were led to a table near the stage.

The girls sat and looked around. The room was set up with large tables scattered about; each table sat at least 10 people. The seats and tables were close to each other but not so close that you felt as if you were sitting on top of each other. There were easily 250 seats in total, and every seat had a great view of the stage.

A waitress came around, and they ordered drinks. A few minutes later, the room's lights went out, and spotlights swept back and forth across the stage. This went on for a few seconds before the spotlights became one light shining toward the back of the stage where "smoke" billowed about. Suddenly, drums started playing a steady beat, and DJ Titanium Blue rose out of the smoke to stand on a riser under the spotlight, their arms raised as if in triumph.

The crowd cheered when the DJ came into sight. And it was quite a sight as the DJ was dressed all in blue. A dark blue leather jacket and blue skinny jeans with combat boots that matched the jacket in color. But the most impressive piece of blue they wore was their mask. It covered their head and their face and was a bright sky blue with dark blue lips painted on.

The DJ lowered her arms, and the audience quieted.

"That was quite an entrance," Jessica said.

"Shh," Ashley said as DJ Titanium Blue started to speak.

"Good evening, everyone," a robotic voice came over the speakers. "I am DJ Titanium Blue, and I want to thank you all for being here for my One Night Only performance." The crowd cheered. "Many of you don't know this, but you are about to witness my final performance as DJ Titanium Blue."

A few boos and nos were shouted from the audience.

DJ Titanium Blue shook their head and said, "I know, I know. But I've been doing this for almost five years, and it is time for me to move on to other things. That being said, I am happy to report that I signed with a record company and will be putting out my first solo album after the New Year."

The crowd started cheering, and a few 'we love yous' were shouted.

"I love you, too," DJ Titanium Blue said, chuckling. "And, since it's Christmas, I have a few surprises for you."

More cheers and screams. DJ Titanium Blue brings her arms up and quiets the audience.

"As I'm sure many of you are aware, I have a segment of my show where I do an acapella set. Tonight, I'm going to start off with that because in our audience are the members of the 2015 National collegiate acapella championship team, the Barden Bellas, and I'm hoping we can convince them to join me on stage and perform for you."

The Bellas all gasp, and the audience starts cheering.

"Bellas, Bellas, Bellas," DJ Titanium Blue chants, causing the audience to pick it up and start chanting as well.

The Bellas stand, and a guy rushes over to them.

"Bellas, follow me, please," the guy said.

"Come on, girls," Aubrey said, smiling. "It looks like we do get to sing."

The girls follow the young man to the stage. Once the Bellas are onstage, they are each handed a microphone.

"Ladies and gentlemen," DJ Titanium Blue says. "Give it up for the 2012 National Collegiate Acapella Champions, the Barden Bellllaaaasssss!"

The crowd cheers, and the girls smile and look around as DJ Titanium Blue walks over to them. The DJ stops in front of the Bellas and turns to look out over the audience.

"Are you ready to be amazed?" the DJ screams out to the audience.

"What are we going to sing?" Aubrey asked from behind the DJ.

"I think you'll know it when you hear it," the DJ tells her and starts making a beat with their mouth.

The Bellas were shocked as they recognize the song; it was the first song from their winning ICCAs Finals set. They can't help but wonder how the DJ knew how the set started. They don't ponder for long and go into full Bellas performance mode and join the DJ in "making music with their mouths."

DJ Titanium Blue sings and dances with the girls and doesn't miss a step or a beat.

The crowd yells and cheers. A few whistles can be heard. The Bellas are working it as if they are trying to win the ICCAs again.

When the set ends, the crowd erupts and gives them a standing ovation. When the crowd quiets down, DJ Titanium Blue looks at the Bellas and, waving a hand at them, says, "Take a bow, ladies."

They do, and the crowd goes wild again.

"That was amazing, wasn't it?" DJ Titanium Blue says to more cheering and applause.

DJ Titanium Blue gets the audience to quiet down again and looks out at them.

"I know the Bellas are surprised to be up here," DJ Titanium Blue said. "But I have an even bigger surprise for them. And for you."

Everyone cheers, and the Bellas look around with furrowed brows. They have no idea what is going to happen next.

"Don't go away, I'll be right back," DJ Titanium Blue said as she walked to the side of the darkened stage, out of the spotlight and out of sight of the Bellas.

"Over the years, there has been a lot of speculation over who I am," DJ Titanium Blue's voice came through the speakers. "Well, tonight, you're going to find out."

"We love you, DJ!" a lone voice calls out as the crowd erupted in more applause and cheers.

"Are you ready?" DJ Titanium Blue asked.

A sudden hush falls over the crowd as people crane their necks to see DJ Titanium Blue. There is an audible gasp from the Bellas when DJ Titanium Blue steps back onto the stage, sans their mask and leather jacket and holding a microphone.

"Beca?" a few of the Bellas say as they all stare at the former Bella.

"Oh, my God," Aubrey said as she dropped her microphone.

The feedback when the mic hit the floor caused many to wince, including Beca, who looked over at her with a smirk. Beca turns to face the audience.

"Hi, everyone, I'm Beca Mitchell," Beca said, with a small wave at the crowd. "Formerly known as DJ Titanium Blue."

The crowd erupts in cheers again. Chloe breaks from the Bellas and rushes over to Beca, pulling her into a hug. Aubrey and the other Bellas rush over and join the hug.

"I love you," Chloe said, but Beca can't hear her over the yells and whistles of the crowd.

The girls pull back from the hug and look at Beca.

"Can you guys wait for me to finish, and we can talk?" Beca asked.

"Yes," Chloe says immediately, as the others nod in agreement.

"Thanks," Beca said as the girls made their way off the stage and back to their table.

Beca looks out over the audience again.

"You all have been amazing," Beca said. "I hope you enjoy the rest of the concert as I sing a few songs from my upcoming album. I call it Beca Mitchell - Unmasked."

The crowd cheers as Beca goes to the center of the stage. Her band comes out and takes their places. Beca starts and gives the crowd an hour of music and banter. Her first solo concert is quite a success.

~~ 25 Days of BeChloe Christmases - 2022 ~~

After the concert, Beca invited the Bellas to her suite for drinks. They agree and are sitting around Beca's suite.

"So, after you left Barden, you became DJ Titanium Blue?" Fat Amy said, waving around her drink.

"Sort of," Beca said. "I went to L.A. and tried to get a producer position but had no luck. I needed money, so I started DJing. One night, a man came up to me and asked if I wanted to make more money. Of course, I said yes. The next thing I know, DJ Titanium Blue was playing all the best clubs on the West Coast. I came East a few times to play, but my heart was in L.A."

"How did you keep your identity a secret for so long?" Ashley asked.

"There were only three people who knew who I really was," Beca said. "The outfit my manager had made for me had people guessing whether I was a man or a woman." Beca chuckled as she got up for another drink. "It was fun to read what people said about why they thought I was a man. Or a woman."

"I saw a snippet of you doing your DJ Titanium Blue thing on TMZ," Stacie said. "I knew right away you were a woman. I mean, what man has an ass like that?" Stacie waved over at Beca's backside; Beca blushed and quickly turned to face the girls. "And boobs like that?"

Beca blushed again and crossed her arms over her chest as everyone laughed.

"Leave her alone, Stacie," Chloe said. "I think she looks sexy as DJ Titanium Blue. And, even sexier as Beca Mitchell."

"Of course you do," Jessica said as everyone snickered.

"In all seriousness," Beca said. "I owe you all an apology. I should never have just walked away. It's just." Beca ran a hand through her hair. "I was hurt when Aubrey said I wasn't a Bella."

"You will always be a Bella to us," Chloe said, wrapping an arm around Beca's shoulders.

"I'm sorry," Aubrey said. "I should never have said that. I was just angry because I thought our chances of winning the ICCAs were over. It was so much easier to blame you than to come to terms with the fact that I wasn't a very good leader and our set list sucked."

"There is no one person to blame," Denise said. "Beca tried to get you to change things up, but we didn't have her back. We all should have said something. If we had, maybe we could have made the changes like we did when Chloe gave us that set list she put together."

Beca's head snapped up, and she looked at Chloe. Chloe shrugged and smiled.

"Actually," Chloe said. "I didn't make up that set list, Beca did. I just let you think I did."

"Why would you do that?" Aubrey asked.

"Because I knew if you knew that Beca had made it, you would never have listened to it," Chloe said. "And we really needed you to listen to it with an open mind."

"Wow," was all Aubrey could think to say.

Beca cleared her throat and said, "So, um, I'd like to propose a toast."

Beca raised her glass and looked around the room. The girls raised their glasses as well.

"To reconnecting," Beca said. "And being friends again."

"Hear, hear," the Bellas call out as they drank.

"I can't believe it's almost three," CR said, yawning. "It's been quite the night."

"We should probably get going," Aubrey said, standing. "We have reservations for a Christmas brunch at eleven." She turned to Beca. "You should join us, Beca. It truly will be a Bellas reunion now that we are all back together."

"I'd love to," Beca said, grinning. "Thank you."

"Great," Aubrey said. "We'll be meeting in the lobby at ten. See you then."

"Goodnight, Beca," the girls said as they followed Aubrey to the door.

"Um," Chloe said as Aubrey opened the door. "I'm going to stay for just a bit to talk to Beca."

"Talk?" Stacie said, snickering. "Is that what you're calling it now?"

Beca blushed, and Chloe chuckled.

"We'll see you girls in the morning," Chloe said as they left.

After the last Bella exited, Chloe closed the door and locked it. Beca looked at her with raised eyebrows.

"Merry Christmas, Beca," Chloe said, pulling Beca into a heated kiss.

Beca returned the kiss with as much fervor as Chloe. The kiss ended when breathing became an issue.

"Merry Christmas, indeed," Beca said, pushing Chloe up against the door and crashing their lips together in another equally heated kiss.

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Full prompt from RJRMovieFan: Beca left Barden during her Freshman year after the blowup at the semifinals. She becomes a world-famous DeeJay but keeps her identity a mystery. Chloe is heartbroken Beca left but uses a USB stick Beca had given her to convince Aubrey to change their set for the finals, and the Bellas win. Five years later, the Bellas reunite for a reunion of their win, and Chloe runs into Beca at the resort the Bellas are staying at. Beca is there for a Holiday performance. [I changed it up just a bit, but I think I hit on everything you asked for.]

A/N: So this took on a life of its own and is longer than I had envisioned when I started writing. I hope you like what I did with it.

[egg-emperor]

the conclusion

I'm realizing just how many people I've lost, even outside that server and group of friends I was kicked out of during all this. a lot of friends and people I admired are gone just like that by unfollowing, blocking, soft blocking, and cutting contact with me. years of good memories and great fondness have now become painful to think back on. this is never going to be fixable and I'm going to have to accept and live with that.

it's hard letting go of people and things I've known and loved for so long but I need to like they have with me. my heart aches right now but I'll eventually be able to move on like they did, the pain will fade over time and I'll accept the reality of not being able to change this and hopefully then it won't consume me and my thoughts as much. I've tried and I've said my piece as much as I can when I can't talk to any of those people directly and that's all I can do.

I appreciate those who have stayed with me during this and supported me so I don't feel so alone, it means a lot. I still keep worrying now that I'll lose everyone else too and the last bit of my trust issues have been damaged by those that secretly had a problem for a long time and used this as the chance to finally admit it. but I hope this won't affect other relationships and that I can rebuild my trust over time. I don't want to lose literally everything.

because of the amount of people I've lost, it looks like it's time for me to find a new crowd. I didn't really ever feel like I fit in and belonged to the previous one really, I could sense something wasn't right even if I never suspected anyone secretly had problems with me and would only talk about it behind my back instead of to me directly. I didn't fit in and didn't want to change my personality and beliefs to do so and I paid the price in the end.

I feel lost and alone because some of these people were a constant in my life for so long but it's not the end. there are people out there to create new bonds and memories with and I'm looking forward to it, and I'm going to keep treasuring those who are still with me after all this too. I hope we can all have fun together in my server, which will be a very chill and calm and accepting place, the kind I've been dreaming of for a long time, so I hope I get this right.

this is one last apology to those I hurt in all this- you don't need to forgive me or accept it but I'm deeply sorry. I'm also sorry to those that I came off as harsh and rude to who sent me asks that weren't trolls or insulting me or even had much of a problem with me, I couldn't tell who was being honest with me or trolling and I resorted to humor and snark to try and hide my pain and it just made me look like a jerk for a few answers and I regret it.

and thank you so much to all the people that are still with me. I appreciate your support and understanding, and the kindness and honesty you have shown me. it gives me happiness and hope even in these really dark times where I feel I've hit rock bottom, it motivates me to try and climb out of it. so I'm holding on to see how it turns out and for all of you. that's all I really want to say about this now.

so let's see where this goes, hopefully to better places and happier times from here 💜

[yujeong]

Welcome to Tumblr! For the fic ask game--5, 8, 18. ^^

Hi fleet! Thank you so much for taking the time to send me this, I appreciate it <3 It's good to be here, it's a fun place so far. Now, on to the questions: 5. What’s a fic idea you’ve had that you will never write? Hm, generally, I want to write every idea that comes to mind and has a bit of substance that will help me to expand upon it. However, there's an idea that has intrigued me and I wanted to explore it but I feel like I won't in the end. It's an AU in which Pete is the son of Gun. Gun had an affair with Pete's mother and she got pregnant because of it. She decided to keep it and lie to her husband (Pete's canon father) about Pete being his own child. It is a Dead Dove story - as you have probably figured out - but I had a few twists up my sleeve in order to make it more interesting. The main reason I'll probably never do it is because it needs planning, a lot of writing and a lot of work that I'm not confident I'll be able to pull in order to make it actually good. 8. What project(s) are you currently working on? Isn't that a question? The amount of docs I've created will reach the 2 digits soon haha. Right now though, I'm focusing on 2 projects: the first is a multi-chaptered ArmPete fic that'll be canon compliant for the most part and the other is a gift fic for the lovely @xxhappy-chickenxx about Vegas and his suicidal thoughts. ArmPete as a concept excited the fuck out of me and the lack of fics for them made me sad, so I decided to be the change I want to see in the fandom. As for Vegas' issues, a prompt was all I needed to get inspiration so I wanted to delve into them. Hopefully, the end result will be satisfying. 18. What’s one of your favorite lines you’ve written in a fic? That is a very difficult question to answer haha. I think I'll go with this one, which is from "Bitter Hearts, Clouded Minds", the second installment of my "Heroes and Villains" series: "The phone felt cold on his palm as he grabbed it, dialing the number and bringing it hesitantly to his ear. The rhythmic beeps made his heart beat faster, paralyzed by the memory of his time in Vegas’ basement, consumed by his cruel eyes and even crueler touch. Pete closed his eyes and took a deep breath, the grip on the phone tight.

The ghost of calloused hands putting pressure on his throat was haunting him, evident by the breath he was subconsciously holding. He swayed backwards instinctively, expecting his back to touch the harsh surface of a pillar made of cement and blood.

He almost fell, stumbling on his feet when he came in contact with nothing." It's funny I chose lines from this fic because I'm not happy with the end result of it but exploring Pete's feelings about Vegas post-safehouse was fun and so interesting to me. Here, he's calling his grandma so he gets reminded of the 1st torture scene in ep 11 essentially (one of my favourite VP scenes). I do believe he's traumatized by the experience at this point in the story so I wanted to include that here.

Thank you again for the ask fleet, it's nice answering to these questions <3 Have a nice day!

[whmp]

in case you're just here for the good stuff, i'll be tagging my personal ramblings as #whmpersonal so you can avoid em BUT this is tangentially related to the game project i'm working on, so stick around i guess? tl;dr: i'll probably make a more coherent post where I ask ppl for help (especially artists). also, i'll be more attentive and answer your asks faster, hopefully. : )

anyway, after a bit of a "review" of my creative process (and i guess my uhh way of living in general?) i've noticed that it's a huge clusterfuck. and that it has been since i was a kid. without some external pressure or an imposed structure (like deadlines, parents or strongly worded emails) i just sort of relied on random surges of productivity to carry me through life. on one hand, it's kinda fun: most of the time i'm not doing anything valuable and then all of a sudden i condense weeks worth of work into several sleepless days during which i feel like An Immortal Unstoppable God. lighting bolts shoot from my fingertips, my eyes glow in the dark, and my caffeine-to-blood volume ratio is hovering around 1.

unfortunately, it's not really sustainable. the "not doing anything valuable" stage that takes up most of my time is not me just chilling. it's me freaking the fuck out about not doing anything despite wanting to and finding myself just. not able to. not to mention that some things just need minor, but constant maintenance - at best i'd just forget about them and face the consequences later on. at worst i'd be acutely aware of them while procrastinating, clueless as to what's wrong with me.

couple that with a couple other unhealthy habits, a microscopic attention span and wow, i fit like all the criteria for adhd. i gotta admit i was super sceptical at first when doing any research, since, well. how the fuck am i even supposed to gain any unbiased insight into this. anyway, i spent a stupid amount of money on an official diagnosis (seriously why is this not covered by insurance gsygx), it took a million meetings and tests and i get a piece of paper that says i have add and deserve some medication.

this has also made me realize that i'm spread out super thin when it comes to projects. i love every single one of them, but im going to have to be a bit more realistic in terms of what can remain in "when it's done" limbo and what needs a bit of a push. the whump game is unique in that it's not just me who wants this to eventually get released. so! what this means is that it needs a proper, project structure. not a .txt on my desktop where i keep a backlog of missing features. but must important of all, it needs ~*people*~. this is the first time i took a step back and estimated how much time everything would take me and yeahhhh i was being very optimistic when i said "playable build in 2023" lol. i've been hesitant to ask for help bc 1. i'm stubborn : ) 2. im bad at coordinating stuff 3. i can't pay ppl - like seriously, there is one person making a model for me (if you're reading this sorry i didn't ask if you want a tag but this is just a personal post where i keep yapping) and it's looking so clean and professional,,, you gotta sell this as an asset.

HOWEVER im getting past the mentality of "i gotta do as much as i can by myself". and also taking meds so that im able to focus on tasks (both gamedev-related and others) and actually pay attention to what im doing. which is great news for development! and answering asks! ill be making a dev post where i tag all the ppl and will also ask for help.

that's it. im on a train rn and bored out of my mind so this is why this post exists, sorry. anyway check out this screenshot of a moment in clone high that i relate to deeply.

[allfillernothriller]

I said much happened in 24hrs, but it started before that, so here's a little context. My dad took a small life insurance policy back in 94. When he passed in May 2021, I read the contract. My mum was still listed as sole beneficiary even though they broke up in 2000 and she died in 2016, but that's just my dad for you (he tried making me the beneficiary like a week before dying or something so if you ever feel bad about procrastinating hopefully that'll give you some perspective lol). Since the og beneficiary is deceased, legally I could claim the money, as the holder's heir. To do that, I had to prove 1. I was dad's only child 2. I haven't got kids of my own. However, I had 3 years after the date of death to do so, otherwise the bank got to keep the money. I went to a non profit org for legal advice because the bank was starting to send confusing letters asking me to send back nonsensical and contradictory documents, and it was getting definitely sketchy. I love me a good “who's the biggest twat?” game, so I sent them a very condescending email letting them know I was seeking legal advice and disregarding their letters. I also asked them to stop sending more and that I'd send the documents the expert I was meeting with would tell me to provide, but nothing more. Legal advice turned out to be: “oh yeah the confusing letters are tactic to discourage people from claiming their due” & “they can't ask for the family record book to prove you're his only heir, it has to be a notarial document” (I won't get into it now but if you've got questions about french succession laws I'd be happy to answer them). I wasn't very happy with that answer because providing my dad's family book record was free and easy, but having a notary establish a succession? Out of my budget. I still met with one because the first appointment was free. She was very nice, but thought the amount I'd get wouldn't be worth the trouble + cost of the whole administrative procedure. I thought well, at least I tried the legal route. Time for loopholes. I never told the bank what the legal advisor said. Instead, I waited until the last minute (10 days before the 3 year deadline) and sent a copy of my dad's death certificate, a copy of his family record book and a copy of my ID, hoping that so close to the deadline, they wouldn't double-check whether they asked for the correct documents (they didn't and I wasn't about to let them know). AND IT WORKED. After 2 years of back-and-forth and a 3rd year of giving them the silent treatment I WON. I CHEATED THEM OUT OF THE MONEY THEY TRIED TO CHEAT ME OUT OF. They could've rightfully kept the money on the basis that the family record book has no legal bearing. But they didn't, and I feel INVINCIBLE.

So, now I get to spend dad's policy unwisely, don't I? And because I'm known for having impeccable timing (got plenty of anecdotes that'll prolly end up in a post someday), I managed to snatch a ticket for The Streets in Luxembourg tonight. 72hrs ago I was so sure I was going to miss it because I wasn't supposed to be able to afford it. I barely had 2 days to process but it's happening. They are so difficult to see in France, I thought I'd have to see them in the UK. I only found out they were playing in Luxembourg like 2 weeks ago and I thought I wasn't going to make it because of all I've spent on Yard Act. Speaking of that, I'm also going to be there 😭 (yes I know I've got a serious problem)

But that also implies that I need to somehow include stopovers in Crawley, Cardiff and West Kirby to visit family members and oh, how I hate that we're scattered all over the place. That sounds impossible, so that's gonna be fun. It will also be the opportunity for me to visit one of my first online friend's grave. She was incredibly important to me, and sadly she passed before we could meet face to face. Her birthday is on Aug 9, so I'll be in Leicester that day.

I'm obviously very excited at the prospect of visiting Leeds bc I'm a music nerd flavoured tourist. It's gonna be very special to see Yard Act there 🧡

Might as well try and find a way to catch Jamie T at one of the festivals in the middle of this chaotic future trip too. I know the friends I made at Ally Pally (& saw again at Finsbury Park) are going to be there, I'd be dense to miss the opportunity.

Long story short, I'm gonna be roaming around the UK this summer so if anyone wants to meet up let me know!

[juuheizou]

Hiii~ so you're one of my favourite suzumutsu writers and i REALLY love the way tou grasp the personality of these characters and so i really trust you to answer this question,,, ive been scrolling through aot these days and i found a certain fic ab a certain ship w mustuki where they basically become parents of a baby conceived AND birthed by mutsuki(w the fic being centered on mutsuki going through postpartum... to this day I honestly don't know how to feel about that fic and this heavy doubt(and discomfort) echoes in my head as mutsuki is my favorite character: all things considered, would mustuki ever to go through a pregnancy willingly? would he ever be comfortable, what exactly are his thoughts on it and basically- do you see this scenario ever happening in any way? w juuzou or any partner?

Hi!! As much as I love to ramble about Suzuya, it's so nice to talk to someone whose favorite is Mutsuki! I often describe them both as my favorites, just my 'it me' favorite and my 'love of my life favorite, myself. I'm flattered that you would want to hear my take on an aspect of him that I can tell is kind of delicate in your eyes, and I see why it would be.

Just gonna warn you right now, hopefully morbid isn't a bad thing, and I don't think it's any worse than the rest of the series, but just in case anyone doesn't want that in their lives, this answer is kinda morbid, and mentions/implies sexual assault.

Let me just say, I totally feel your doubt, as I don't see him or Suzuya as the parenting types. In Mutsuki's case specifically, you can like children, be good with them, and want to treat them kindly without wanting your own. As much as he does like them, he also likes being able to give them back to their actual parents so he can go scour all traces of their snot/spitup/mysterious child stickiness from his body before he has a mini-breakdown. The only thing I see them having any desire to parent is cats.

Anywho, to answer your actual question, I don't see him ever conceiving willingly. For one, wanting children is a pretty important prerequisite for doing so, which is why I led with that even though it's not exactly what you asked. Even if someone else with no desire for him to co-parent was both close enough to him to know he's a trans man and desperate enough to ask him of all people to be a surrogate, it would break his heart, and he would feel horrible about not being able to stomach something that means so much to a friend of his, but not enough that he would do it. Dysphoria plus a phobia of blood that (in my headcanon world) extends to other bodily fluids, bodily trauma, and a lot of medical-type stuff do not mix with any desire to go through a pregnancy, in my opinion.

That being said, maybe, if I had to rack my brain for a scenario where even some of what you describe would happen while still being (my idea of) in character, there is exactly one way that makes a reasonable amount of sense to me. I think if he conceived against his will, during his captivity on Rushima or some other awful time caused by someone he knew was a ghoul, he would swallow his many layers of discomfort to carry an extremely rare tissue donor, knowing it would be too weak to survive long after birth, to term.

I'll be the first to say the series really went from good fantasy to bad sci-fi by the end of :re and ghoul anatomy/physiology and medicine pertaining to it (ESPECIALLY repro, hooo boy did rereading the one-eyed ghoul wiki for this ask induce some off-screen facepalming) doesn't make much sense in a lot of places, but if Kaneki's whole dragon thing led to life-saving biomedical research, I would imagine something like that would be useful? I did say this was if I had to rack my brain.

I still don't see him being at all comfortable with it. Actually, I think he would discover triggers and phobias he didn't even know he had at every turn and be pretty miserable through it all. But we're talking about someone who got into Torso's taxi all those years ago because if his hunch was right, he would save one person. Any investigator with a modicum of sense would know he isn't going to stop Torso altogether by getting in that taxi all alone at his skill level-- more likely he would just be killed too; he did it for that one person. If he would give his life to help one person, I don't think it's that much of a reach that he would give even the most harrowing nine months of his life for research that could help countless people, including Shirazu Haru and (apparently) Shinohara.

In addition to that being the kind of person Mutsuki is, I can also see him faulting himself for things he would never fault anyone else for, such as killing his captor before his captor could torture him to death. If it was after Rushima, he might struggle with a lot of guilt and feel like a murderer for doing what he had to do to survive. Add terminating a pregnancy that resulted from said torture to that guilt, and he wouldn't be able to bring himself to do it, even if he knows that by no sound logic is he killing a human being. Under his circumstances, being the person he is, it would feel like he's already a murderer for saving himself from Torso and now he wants to add to the body count, and that alone is too much for him. Logic loses out and emotionally, he's torn between two options that, to him, are both unthinkable. At least something good can come of one of those unthinkable options.

You probably expect as much coming from me of all people, but I don't think he would get through it without Suzuya by his side. For one, it's not talked about much on the human side iirc, but I don't imagine that being pregnant with a hybrid doesn't endanger the parent and he would probably dismiss it as personal weakness and end up near-death at the first attempt by the tiny tissue donor to wreak havoc on the hostile environment that is his body. Suzuya, however, would reliably not let that happen. There are lots of characters in the series who have killed, but Suzuya's relationship with death is especially intimate and he's taken so many bodies apart up so close and personal, even compared to all but a handful of other characters in the series. To this day in completely unrelated situations he can feel someone might be dying in his bones and his instinct is rarely wrong.

Also just a headcanon, but I think the CCG would utilize some kind of tactical emergency medicine program, as every major operation we see is a shining example of a situation that normal EMS can't safely enter, and Mr. “Hang in there, don't die yet!” would jump SO HARD on the opportunity to have that training. It probably wasn't for the right reasons at first, but reasons don't matter so much when your wounded colleague gets to a hospital alive because of you. Or your significant other who didn't know his anemia was back with a vengeance until those symptoms he had been dismissing as mental anguish for a while gradually escalated to early signs of shock.

Apart from keeping him, you know, alive, Suzuya would be good for Mutsuki's fragile mental health during such a difficult time as well. Like I said, I think he would unearth things that he didn't even know he could have a phobia of or be dysphoric about. Even when Mutsuki is too far along for Suzuya's practical talent with a needle and thread or even his baggiest hoodie to help him hide his changing body, no one is going to stare at him long enough to form any small-minded opinion when Suzuya Juuzou is always at his side to glare back at them-- or worse. And even though the reasons are different, Suzuya knows what it's like to be made to feel like less of a man for something he never asked for, like his body isn't his, a lot of the terrible things Mutsuki is going through, and he knows how to make the turmoil a little less bad, sometimes.

Who better than the first person who really taught him to face his fears to hold his hand through every harrowing doctor's appointment and comfort him after a new discovery of the many things he could have gone his whole life not knowing he hated more than blood draws? Carrying an unwanted pregnancy that's making him suffer in every physical and mental way possible is slightly less awful with a Suzuya to hold his hair back, gently clean him up, and keep him company while he stays on the floor with his head between his knees for a while to avoid passing out when he learns that his reaction to vomit is not that different from blood. Pregnancy cravings even more terrible than rare meat --he knows what it really is he craves, but he can get temporary relief from other red meats, especially organs, and especially raw-- are slightly less revolting and terrible when he doesn't have to choke them down alone, and to Suzuya those things taste like childhood nostalgia.

Plus, even if you had no attachment or desire to raise it from the start, it is really fucking sad to watch a small, helpless living thing die in your hands and I just can't see Mutsuki shying away from that when the time comes. He probably named it just because 'the baby' felt too much like he did want what happened to him and 'the tissue donation' felt disrespectful, and he wouldn't feel right letting it spend the short time (if any time) between birth and death any other way than bundled in his arms, being treated just like a wanted baby as much as it may hurt him. Not to mention the physiological flood of oxytocin that doesn't care about any one birth parent's feelings or thought process. Having such a calm shoulder to cry on, even if that calm comes from desensitization to death, would be good for him once it's all a difficult, conflicted memory.

[killingsboys]

Hi again ❤️ I do want to apologise for the flood of suicide tw messages you got because of me because I know it can be overwhelming and even though you offered to share the burden, which is very kind of you, you need to take care of yourself. On the other hand I'm so glad so many people feel comfortable sharing their stories, sharing their stories with you.

And I hope this doesn't sound weird but the thing you said, that your friend made you kinder, that will stick with me. If there's anything we can learn from our friends or family dying from suicide it is to be kinder, to others and ourselves. To forgive ourselves for not doing our best all the time. To not expect others to be happy all the time, to ask for help, to offer help. To have hard conversations. And so on and so forth.

Your friend sounds like an awesome kid, and I'm sorry you lost him so young - I have seen you talk about him before and I thought it was a relatively recent thing and now it feels so much worse, knowing a bit more. It also gives me hope because you seem to be coping better with it and I hope I'll get to that stage some day.

I hope the world overall will be a kinder place some day, so that suicide victims don't feel ashamed and hopefully it doesn't even come to the point of suicide. I know that's a stupid thought, highly unrealistic but that's my wish.

Hugging you back ❤️

hi anon, sorry for answering this so late 💛

suicide tw

you definitely don’t have to apologize - even though neither of us intended to start a larger dialogue, i truly don’t mind people sharing their feelings & stories in my askbox. i’m glad people feel comfortable sharing these things with me and i hope that i can help somehow. and i appreciate you worrying for my well-being and i hope it will put you at ease to know that i am (finally) at a point in my life where i can allow myself to hold boundaries for my own mental health & wait to answer heavy messages until i have the time and the space to do so ❤️

that doesn’t sound weird to me at all. i have learned so much from my loss, especially about forgiveness. i don’t think that grief necessary has to be a learning experience, but it has been for me. maybe that’s just me trying to find something good here, some sort of silver lining. maybe that’s another thing that i’ve learned. i don’t know. i don’t want to frame this as a lesson i learned, because the price was much too high and i’d rather have my friend than any amount of wisdom. but i think you get what i mean.

i wish i could be more of a source of inspiration, but i would be lying if i told you that i wasn’t a mess for a really long time. i mean, just completely fucked up. i had very little support after my friend passed & the way that it was handled in our school and community made everything way harder for me & our other friends. it took me years and a lot of solo self-reflection to be able to look at everything without overwhelming guilt or shame or anger. longer still to be able to talk like this. i hope with all of my heart that you have a support system and that you can find peace, or something close to it. i don’t know if it will help you any, but i’ll tell you the thing that i have thought to myself nearly every day for the past nine-ish years: it may not get easier, but you will get stronger.

i don’t think that’s a stupid wish at all. i truly hope that one day we will understand suicide better, without shame or embarrassment, and make huge strides in preventing suicide, both systemically and within our communities.

sending you love and light in the new year 💛

[tonymacaroni5678]

Making a Monotype Spikemuth Cup Team Every day until S/V drop part 1: Ghost

Let me preface this by saying I am not good, nor do I claim to be. I want to improve my teambuilding and play prior to S/V dropping so that maybe someday I can be a true pokemon master. I've been working on some monotype teams for fun to use on the Spikemuth cup ladder on Showdown, and I thought it might be helpful for me to write out my process here so I can see where best to improve. The idea is to post the original team, and some thoughts about why I made it the way I did, post a few replays where things work out or don't, analyze the replays, then revisit the team and update it with the insight from the replays.

Obviously I had to do ghost today for spooky reasons. Just went with my gut on the six that I chose, I'll be honest, ghost type is not the best for this challenge. Dragapult is an excellent mon, and Shedinja is good for endgame plays. Choice Scarf Blacephalon and Chandelure is cheesy (maybe cheesier than shedinja), and unfortunately Blacephalon even with scarf still gets outsped by Eleki. Mimikyu is an excellent TR setter, and I thought Jellicent might be a good Incineroar counter and perform well in trick room. Honorable mentions would include Dusclops, Dusknoir (which never gets the respect it deserves), Alolan Marowak, Gengar, Spectrier, Sableye, and Drifblim. These mons will all be considered later in the post when I update the team after a few battles.

For the EV spreads, most are min/max, Mimikyu was shamelessly grabbed from Pikalytics Series 9 data, looks like it outspeeds a common G-Moltres set from that point in time, and is generally decent in bulk. Just at a glance, we may invest more or less in speed depending on how often TR gets set up. Like I said earlier, scarf Blacephalon even at max investment doesn't outspeed Regieleki which is unfortunate, but at 124 EV it hits 143 Speed, which scarf boosts to 214, outspeeding opposing max speed dragapult, and investing the rest in HP to increase bulk (maybe? guess we'll find out). Jellicent can live a grassy glide from grassy seed, adamant, 252+ Rillaboom. Hopefully this calc won't be used, the idea being to use Chandelure and Blacephalon to deal with Rillaboom prior to Jellicent entering the field. Chandelure outspeeds Tsareena with a positive nature, which might be relevant. At this point I was considering min speed Chandelure instead, which will "outspeed" Indeedee-F under trick room, so we'll see if that's something we want to go with later.

As far as strategy, my leads are usually pretty reactive, so a lot depends on what my opponent brings. I think my most obvious lead would be something like Dragapult/Blacephalon with Chandelure in the back if it looks like Mind Blown is going to pop off. Mimikyu/Chandelure bluffs double TR, and Shedinja in the back is often a good option if it looks like the opponent won't have an answer for it in the endgame.

Alrighty here goes game 1

Lead: Up against a pretty TR focused team with Indeedee-F, Hatterene, Stakataka, Torkoal, Rillaboom (so versatile honestly, functions great in and out of TR) and the wild card Landorus-I for outside of TR. So turn one I pulled it off lol, I didn't see any huge resists for Mind Blown besides Torkoal, and figured they wouldn't lead that. I thought ideally knock out either Hatterene or Stakataka and prevent TR from going up.

Turn 1: They lead Stakataka and Rillaboom, just asking for a Mind Blown. My lead is good. I think my Dragapult can survive Mind Blown, but I'm not exactly sure how much damage it will do. The juicy flash fire play is right there, and I'm too weak to resist it. Mind Blown OHKOs the Rillaboom (which didn't go for grassy glide), triggers flash fire, and does a tremendous amount of damage to stakataka, definitely 2HKO range. Staka is able to get the trick room off, and I don't know it yet but my fate has been sealed. Changes I would make: Just use dragon darts man, don't go for the switch, and guarantee the KO on Stakataka to prevent TR from getting up.

Turn 2: TR is up, Torkoal comes in. Blacephalon is choice-locked onto Mind Blown, probably won't survive to use it though. I switch in Jellicent in that spot to take whatever Torkoal is going for better. For chandelure, I click Shadow Ball onto Staka, trying to net a KO and covering a wide guard play from them. Staka goes for Gyro Ball, dealing a little less than half health to Chandelure, and Torkoal goes for Earth Power on Jellicent, rewarding my switch handily and dealing only 21% damage. Changes I would make: I still think Shadow Ball is a safer play than Heat Wave, though in retrospect, Heat Wave could have ended up winning me the game, getting some amount of damage on Torkoal and still netting the KO on Stakataka; the caveat here being that it doesn't miss lol. The switch was good, and although I'm on my back foot at this point, my opponent is not running away with this game.

Turn 3: Landorus has entered the chat. Under TR, it is basically guaranteed to go last unless my opponent has done some deranged EVs. I'm wondering if this Torkoal has solar beam; but that's a moot point since this Jellicent set doesn't have protect. Despite sun being up, Water Spout is likely my best play with Jellicent, and now I can safely click heat wave with my boosted up Chandelure, likely going before Landorus. Torkoal could click earth power into Chandelure at this point, my goal on this turn is to damage, hopefully KO this Landorus, then I can stall out the remaining 2 turns of trick room and deal with Torkoal. Torkoal ends up going for eruption, which I think is a misplay on my opponent's part, and this does little damage to Jellicent and none to Chandelure. Jellicent's water spout also does very little damage, thanks to the sun and the chip damage it has taken so far. Heat wave misses Landorus, which matters a great deal. It does 58% to Torkoal, which is more than I expected, and I was able to run the calc for if it had hit Landorus; guaranteed OHKO without investment 252 SpA Chandelure Heat Wave vs. 0 HP / 4 SpD Landorus in Sun: 175-207 (106.7 - 126.2%) (Please note that this calc takes Flash Fire into account)After deftly avoiding my heat wave, the Landorus fires off an Earth Power into Chandelure, KOing it. Changes I would make: This situation begs a moveset change on the Jellicent I think to include Protect, which would have covered for solar beam from Torkoal, or to add a different water stab that could have either done more damage (Hydro Pump) or at least given my Chandelure a shot at surviving the turn (Muddy Water possibly reducing Lando's accuracy).

Turn 4: I'm salty, but I'm still up 3-2 and definitely have a shot here. I bring Dragapult in, hoping to get a Dragon Darts off, then protect next turn to stall out trick room. I'm thinking unless the opposing Landorus has Grass Knot, Jellicent's recover can outpace the damage done to it this turn. Torkoal's Heat Wave crits Jellicent for 32% damage, nice, but Lando's Earth Power OHKOs my Dragapult before it can move. Is that a guaranteed OHKO? 252 SpA Life Orb Sheer Force Landorus Earth Power vs. 4 HP / 0 SpD Dragapult: 152-179 (92.6 - 109.1%) -- 56.3% chance to OHKO No it is not, but it would have happened more times than not; Life Orb recoil would have certainly led to a KO. Changes I would make: Maybe this is my delusion, but I think I made the right moves. Perhaps a protect here from Dragapult would have been better, but then I would have been in basically the same position with it next turn.

Turn 5: In comes Blacephalon, it's now 2-2. My Jellicent is close to full health and will be dealing close to maximum damage with Water Spout at this point, barring another Heat Wave crit, so I choose that, and my Blacephalon is scarfed, so I click Shadow Ball onto Landorus. Torkoal KOs Blacephalon with Earth Power before it can move. Water Spout does respectable damage on both mons, KOing the opposing Torkoal and hitting Lando for 37%. Earth Power does an alarming 61% to Jellicent, and Trick Room runs out. Changes I would make: Clicking Protect on Choice Scarf Blacephalon is VALID thank you, it would have bluffed a non-choice set (I never officially revealed to my opponent that it was faster than my Dragapult), and forced a choice of who to KO with Landorus the following turn. Ultimately, I'm pretty sure my goose was cooked before this turn, but that would have been a better play in my opinion.

Turn 6: Landorus KOs Jellicent with Earth Power.

Analysis after one battle: Okay, so turns 1 and 3 are where I identify some misplays, and the Jellicent and Blacephalon sets are a little sus. Running protect on a choice scarf mon? Bogus; however it might have actually helped me in the endgame if I had the guts to click it. I'm comfortable with the 4 I brought, I don't think I would change that.

I did say I would take a couple battles to change the sets/mons/spreads, so I'll go into battle #2 without any changes, aside from replacing Protect on Blacephalon with Trick.

Okay, battle number 2. Up against Eleki, Dragonite, Heatran, Rillaboom, Urshifu, and Cresselia. Looks like hyper offense with a Creasselia stuck on there to reverse trick room. I'm seeing an opportunity for a possible TR setup here, so I lead Mimikyu and Dragapult, with Jellicent and Shedinja in the back. It's my guess that the Urshifu is Rapid Strike, so I need to deal with Dragonite and Heatran before Shedinja can run wild. Mimikyu and Dragapult can handle Dragonite for sure, and Jellicent was brought for the Heatran, and that's basically exactly how the battle played out.

Turn 1: They lead Watershifu (as predicted) and Dragonite. I'm hoping Dragon Darts is smart enough to net the KO on Dragonite after popping Multiscale, and I click play rough on the opposing Urshifu. Urshifu moves first (definitely scarfed), and Dragapult handles Surging Strikes very well. To my surprise, Dragon Darts does a massive amount of damage on Dragonite, making me think that it must be Inner Focus for some reason. Dragonite uses Ice Punch on my Dragapult, netting the KO, and then Mimikyu cleans up the Urshifu with Play Rough. Changes I would make: Eh, none really, although protect on Dragapult looks pretty nice in retrospect. If this were a Bo3, I would definitely note the scarf Urshifu, and the apparent lack of Multiscale on Dragonite.

Turn 2: I'm thinking Heatran is going to come in, so I bring in my Jellicent. I am correct. Dual Wingbeat from Dragonite goes first, and after busting my disguise deals a fair amount of damage to my mimikyu. Heatran's Flash Cannon finishes it off. I think they were trying to prevent Trick Room, which is what I had clicked with Mimikyu, but it wasn't necessary for the win. Jellicent cleans up the little HP Dragonite has left and does 60% to Heatran, setting me up for a 2HKO. Changes I would make: Shadow sneak would have gotten me more damage output from Mimikyu if I thought it was going down this turn.

Turn 3: Shedinja comes in, a little early for comfort. It's down to 2-2. Predicting a grassy glide from Rillaboom into Jellicent, I use Ally Switch with Shedinja and Water Spout with Jellicent. I predict correctly. Heatran's Heat Wave connects with Shedinja and brings me down to sash. Water Spout KOs Heatran and does 18% to Rillaboom. Changes I would make: None, I played real good here.

Turn 4: Jellicent can go down, and Shedinja can take this as long as Rillaboom doesn't have Knock Off. I Water Spout for maximum damage and Poltergeist. As predicted, Grassy Glide hits and KOs Jellicent (the calc from the beginning makes this basically all but assured, it can live one but not with the chip damage it has gotten to this point). Poltergeist does 52%. Even with grassy terrain recovery, Next turn should net me the win. Changes I would make: The Jellicent moveset is again begging for a change, Protect would have been nice here, or some other damaging move maybe. This matchup is always going to be rough for Jellicent though, and the EV spread is as good as it can get.

Turn 5: Poltergeist misses and my opponent disconnects lol, they used High Horsepower, indicating to me that they didn't have Knock Off and basically guaranteeing that I would have eventually won.

Analysis after two battles: I trusted Dragapult more this time to be a damage dealer, and I feel that it paid off. Shedinja shenanigans won the day, feels like in a Bo3 my opponent would work harder to preserve Dragonite or Heatran or both for the endgame, I doubt this strategy would win me a game 2.

Battle 3

Okay, this one's on me for bringing Shedinja to a sand matchup lol. Up against Tyranitar, clearly Sand Rush Dracovish, Kartana, Incineroar, Tapu Lele, and Urshifu. I didn't even get to see which Urshifu it was, although I would guess that it's Dark type.

Turn 1: I lead Mimikyu and Dragapult, trying to get off a Trick Room, with Shedinja (bad choice) and Jellicent in the back. They lead Kartana and Tyranitar, setting up sand and making me immediately regret bringing Shedinja. I'm thinking "I can totally get Trick Room up here" Dragon Darts deals a pitiful amount of damage to both opposing mons, Kartana breaks disguise with Smart Strike, and then Tyranitar hits Rock Slide.... and gets the flinch on Mimikyu. Changes I would make: I think the optimal play is probably to use Will-o-Wisp with Dragapult on the opposing Tyranitar, thinking ahead to bringing in Jellicent under Trick Room. Obviously, if I could get the TR off, the rest of the game goes differently, but Shedinja remains dead weight and I don't think Jellicent can carry this against Kartana.

Turn 2: Yeah it's downhill from here. I use Shadow Sneak to try to get off a little damage with Mimikyu before it gets KOed. I use Will-o-Wisp with Dragapult on Kartana, wishing I had both of these mons burned before I'm forced to bring in Jellicent. Smart Strike KOs Mimikyu and Crunch from Tyranitar KOs Dragapult. Changes I would make: Honestly this turn was pretty optimal from my end, all things considered. Changes I wish I could make? Bring a different team lol.

Turn 3: Shedinja has to come out now, and Kartana has Aerial Ace, so it's triple dead. Crunch does a huge amount of damage to Jellicent, crippling my Water Spout. I'm almost able to KO Kartana with Poltergeist, and Water Spout is able to finish it off but only hits Tyranitar for 14%. This is screaming AV to me, which in a Bo3 would be valuable information. Changes I would make: This once again begs a change in the Jellicent moveset. Something like Hydro Pump or Muddy Water would be great here, not reliant on HP and me getting TR up. Otherwise, I think the plays were correct.

Turn 4: Out comes Dracovish, and KOs my Jellicent with Crunch.

Analysis after 3 battles: This one was lost at team preview, I think. Like I said earlier, it plays out better for me if I end up getting the Trick Room off, but Jellicent cannot carry this team. I ended up bringing Jellicent to all three battles, which I did not expect but seemed okay at the time. Mimikyu never got to Trick Room. Chandelure performed super well in the battle it got brought to, so that was exciting. I think updating the Jellicent set to have another water STAB and giving it protect will improve the team greatly. I didn't find any reason to use Breaking Swipe on Dragapult, although in that last game it may have helped more than trying to Will-o-Wisp twice, so I switched that for Phantom Force. I don't see any reason to change the Mimikyu set or spread, I'm curious if I did ever get TR off if I would be able to use Swords Dance or not. Blacephalon and Chandelure only came to one battle and did what they needed to, so I wouldn't change those either, although if I were going to change moves the last one on both of them are just improved coverage options that especially on Blacephalon might be superfluous. Here's the updated team paste

I'll probably try it out on the ladder a few more times today, if you try it or if you have suggestions, let me know! In any case, thanks for reading my ramblings, this is really about me making myself a better player but who knows it might help someone else too

[spencestyles]

I’d do anything

summary: spencer is in love with y/n and y/n is in an abusice relationship. will spencer be able to save y/n? love her when she needs him most?

pairing: spencer reid x bau!fem!reader

warnings: ABUSIVE RELATIONSHIP DO NOT READ IF NOT COMFORTABLE READING THIS CONTENT, normal case violence

words: 4k+

please do not read if you are uncomfortable with the content of it abuse is a trigger. be mindful of this.

enjoy!!

SPENCER'S POV

"Guys this is my boyfriend, Owen," y/n said to the team on a night out.

For the longest time she and I have been best friends, nothing more. I have been in love with her for a while now, but I have always been too afraid to tell her. Now that she had a boyfriend, I knew I had lost my chances.

"Oh my gosh!" Penelope yelled. "It is so nice to finally meet you! y/n has told us so much about you!"

Owen smiled and gave y/n a side hug, "Hopefully all good things."

"Yes," JJ quickly said. "She makes you seem amazing. Hopefully you can live up to the expectations."

"Hopefully I do not disappoint," Owen replied.

The night continued with the team asking Owen questions. I had met Owen before and he truly was a nice guy. That was the worst part. However as the night continued, y/n acted strange and almost seemed afraid of Owen. She was acting timid, something she has never done, not even in front of an unsub.

Owen went to get y/n a drink so I decided it would be the perfect time to ask y/n, "Are you okay? You've been acting strange, is Owen hurting you?"

"What?" y/n laughed. "Spencer are you okay? Of course not. Owen and I are perfectly fine."

I sighed, "Okay, just checking. Are we still on for Dr Who tomorrow night?"

"When have I ever not showed up for Dr Who?" y/n retorted. "I will obviously come. Nothing can ever come between us and Dr Who."

Owen suddenly came up behind y/n, "Wait, you're hanging with Spencer tomorrow?" Owen asked aggressively. "I thought we were going to do something?"

y/n laughed, "I told you I can't ever hang on certain Fridays because I watch Dr Who with Spencer. I also never agreed to doing something together, I would have never forgotten a Dr Who watch party."

Owen glared at me. Obviously he was angry I was hanging out with y/n.

"I think it's time for us to leave," Owen said, grabbing y/n's arm very hard. "Say goodbye to your friends." Owen walked over to the table with y/n and put on a fake smile. As they walked out the door, I noticed y/n look back at me, tears in her eyes. Something was wrong.

The whole team was sitting at the table talking about something random when I decided to speak up, "How did you guys like Owen?"

A mix of complements were thrown by the girls, but the guys, they didn't seem too impressed. JJ, Emily, and Penelope, all went to get drinks while Rossi, Hotch, Derek, and I stayed at the table.

"What did you guys think of him?" I asked.

"I hated him," Derek said simply. "I saw the way y/n acted around him, much profilers the girls are. She's acting just like someone who has been manipulated and abused."

Hotch nodded, "I agree with Derek. I know we aren't supposed to profile team members, but the girls obviously don't see anything wrong."

"Are you guys sure?" Rossi asked. "I mean he seems very nice and maybe you all just think he is not good because you all wish y/n and Spencer were together."

The guys looked at me as I began to blush profusely, "I don't want to be with y/n that much anymore." They looked at me in disagreement. "Guys I'm serious, she has a boyfriend."

"Yeah and you don't like her," Rossi argued. "Just admit that you still have a crush on her and then if something really happens I will believe you."

"Fine," I sighed. "I still like y/n."

YOUR POV

"What the hell y/n," Owen screamed at you. "What the fuck is Dr Who night? You know I don't like him."

You choked a sob, "Owen it isn't like that. I don't like him, he's my best friend. Please don't hurt me."

"He obviously has something for you and you have something for him," He yelled.

"I d-don't lik-ke him Owen," I whispered. "I promise."

This had become your normal routine. Spencer or some other male would say something and Owen would go crazy. Especially about Spencer. Owen would yell at you and sometimes things would escalate. That unfortunately is how it went tonight.

It started with a push, then a slap. Sometimes it progressed more, but that was rare.

"We are going somewhere," Owen said.

You were being dragged out of the house, "Owen, what?"

"Well since you can't be obedient, I'm going to have to teach you somehow y/n."

And like that you were knocked out unconscious.

SPENCER'S POV

I walked into work carrying a coffee for both y/n and I. I decided to get her a coffee to apologize for last night's irrational decisions. I had come to the conclusion that Owen wasn't actually abusive, I was just jealous.

Derek and Hotch though, not so much.

"Baby girl, that guy is a grade A asshole," Derek said to Garcia. "Can you please just do one background check?"

Penelope sighed, "I can't do that Derek, I promised y/n I wouldn't look into him."

I decided to ignore the conversation and wait for y/n to come in for work. After about thirty minutes of waiting I decided to ask Hotch.

"Hey, is y/n coming in today?" I asked.

"Um, no," he said, pulling out his phone. "I got this strange text though, can you look through it."

"Yeah let me see," I said, walking over to where he set his phone down.

"Agent Hotchner, I will not be able to come into work tomorrow for the case. I have an issue with my tonsils. I am sorry." I recited. "I don't think y/n typed this, maybe we should send someone to her house and to Owen's house."

Hotch groaned, "I'll send Derek and JJ, I am hoping our next case doesn't become y/n. Please continue to look over the text and I'll have Garcia look into Owen."

I nodded and put the text onto the white board so I would be able to write on it.

"Hotch, look at this," I said, Hotch walking over to me. "First, y/n hasn't called you agent Hotchner since her first day here, she usually calls you Hotch or Aaron. Also, y/n got her tonsils removed when she was 7."

"Garcia, have you looked into Owen at all," Hotch asked.

"Yeah a little, but it's all normal," Garcia answered.

Hotch glared at her, "Not enough, do a full deep dive. I don't care what y/n told you not to do, he is hiding something and so is she."

Garcia nodded and went straight to work as Hotch's phone began to ring.

"Morgan, you're on speaker."

"Okay so y/n's apartment was spotless," Morgan said. "But it was also locked, so I don't think she went home to her apartment last night."

JJ began to add on, "Owen's apartment on the other hand, was a mess. Like it looked like there was a robbery of some form. Also, y/n's purse was there."

"Garcia what do you have on Owen?" Hotch asked.

"Owen Winters, he is 42 and from Southern California," Garcia began. "As a child CPS was contacted many times and it looks like his dad killed himself when he was 8. It looks like he has an extensive amount of charges for abuse and harassment, all from his ex-girlfriends."

"Do any of them live near?" I asked.

"Yes, boy wonder, 25 year-old Vanessa Montgomery works in a coffee shop near the white house," Penelope explained.

"What is the coffee shop?" I questioned.

"The Starbucks over on Pennsylvania Ave. near the White House," she answered. "Why?"

"I know her, she is the barista that always gets our order perfect," I replied.

"Morgan and JJ pick her up on your way back," Hotch ordered. "Owen Winters is our new unsub and y/n y/l/n is our newest victim."

I sighed as I began to prepare the questions for Vanessa. I looked over at y/n's desk and decided to start looking through it for any details.

As I walked over to the desk, I looked at the coffee on y/n's desk. I wanted to apologize for something that I was right about. Why didn't she tell me? was the only thing going through my head.

At her desk I noticed some things that I guess I hadn't seen before. On her desk she has four framed pictures. One of her, Hotch and Rossi. Another that was her and the girls. One that was of her, Derek and me, from one of the first cases we had together . The last one however, was the one I had never seen. It was a picture of y/n and me from when she took me to Colorado to ski and hike.

I smiled at the memory,

"Spencer, be careful," y/n yelled as I walked closer and closer to the edge of the cliff.

I laughed, "y/n I'll be fine! Come here, let's take a picture."

"Fine! Spencer I swear if I fall, you are coming down with me."

"For you, y/n, I'd do anything."

I then began to look deeper in her desk. I felt like I was violating y/n's personal space, but this needed to be done. As I looked through her drawers, I wasn't able to find anything that could help. Until I looked in the last drawer.

In this drawer, I found papers for a restraining order that had been filed and denied. y/n was trying to get away from Owen.

"Guys, I found something," I said yelling into the conference room. The team looked at me to continue, "y/n filed a restraining order on Owen but it was denied. The date was two months ago. I was thinking back and y/n has been acting a little strange for the past five months. Owen has to have her."

"Reid, we already established Owen has her, but this ensures that he was abusive," Hotch said.

Emily sighed, "The timeline makes sense. She has been hanging out with us less and she has worn more turtlenecks in the past five months than I have seen anyone ever wear."

"Yeah," Penelope said. "y/n has ditched us for girls night for the past few months. She also got mad at me at team dinner last night when I asked why she wasn't wearing something more revealing."

"Her smiles have been fake," I added. "She smiles at us all the time to brighten our days, but they haven't been as nice, welcoming."

"Well, Reid, it looks like you were correct," Rossi said.

"What do you mean?" JJ asked.

Derek laughed, "Last night when you three went off to get drinks, Reid told us he thought Owen was acting violent with y/n and thought she was acting strange. Hotch and I immediately agreed, but Rossi didn't seem convinced. Rossi thought Reid was just jealous because he has a crush on y/n and he doesn't realize she likes him."

"Derek, not the time," I said sternly.

Emily laughed, "I can't believe you of all people couldn't see it Spencer. y/n is hopelessly in love with you and now she is dating a scumbag because she doesn't think you like her."

I sighed as I began to look over where y/n could be located, thinking about the idea of dating y/n wouldn't help us find her. We had made little progression on this, but we knew it had to be somewhere with significance to either one of them or both of them.

I decided to ask Garcia, "Garcia, have you made any progress on where y/n could be?"

"Yes 187, it looks like Owen owns a small cabin around half an hour from here," Garcia said.

"Okay let's go now," Hotch told us.

Garcia gasped, "Wait there is a live feed. I'm putting it up on the screen."

The video was horrific. y/n was tied to a chair looking almost dead. She had blood falling from above her head and looked like she had been through hell.

"Hello BAU," Owen said to the camera. "I have your dear y/n, but you wont be able to get her. y/n will never be out of my sight ever again. I will not have Dr. Spencer Reid ruin our relationship."

"It's not your fault Spence," y/n said to the camera. My heart clenched. She was in pain and I couldn't be there to help her.

"He is the one in the way of our relationship y/n," Owen yelled. "Of course it is his fault."

"Spencer isn't the issue with our relationship Owen," y/n yelled back. "You are."

Hotch started to grab his things, "She shouldn't have said that, we need to leave now. She is already in danger."

We all ran to the SUVs. I went in a car with Derek and Hotch. Derek drove and broke every traffic law imaginable, making the thirty minute car ride less than twenty. The three of us grabbed out vests and began to run to the cabin.

Suddenly, Hotch stopped me, "Spencer it isn't safe for you to be there."

"Hotch I have to go," I protested.

"Spencer, you are the reason she is there," Hotch said. "It may be Owen's fucked up mind, but you are the trigger that made him angry. y/n loves you more than him and he noticed and now we're here. Stay outside." I decided to not fight and stay outside to wait for the other team members. The other SUV pulled up quickly after us.

"Jesus Christ, that was the fastest I've ever driven," Emily complained. "Spencer what are you doing out here?"

"Morgan and Hotch already moved in, Hotch doesn't want me inside," I explained.

"I'll stay out here with you Kid," Rossi said. I nodded in thanks as I watched Emily and JJ run to the cabin. I stood staring at the cabin. Time had become slow motion. It felt like an eternity watching the movement inside.

I heard Derek yell from the cabin, "MEDIC! WE NEED A MEDIC!" I immediately ran into the cabin. I looked over and saw y/n in Derek's arms, barely breathing. I heard Owen yelling at me, but couldn't focus on anything besides y/n.

"y/n," I said, moving to where I was holding her head. "y/n, I need you to listen to me. I love you, I always have and I am so sorry I never told you."

"Sir, we need you to move," the medic said, trying to move y/n onto the stretcher. I began to move when I felt someone grab my hand. I looked down and noticed it was y/n. She gave my hand three squeezes. I Love You.

With y/n on her way to the hospital and Owen getting taken back to Quantico, Derek, JJ, and I all went to the hospital to keep tabs on y/n while the others closed the case.

I sat in my chair nervous out of my mind. Derek sat next to me trying to calm me down and JJ was across from me.

"Spencer, you need to calm down," Derek told me.

"I can't calm down Derek, y/n could die," I said frantically.

JJ began to laugh, "Did you know the other day y/n told Emily, Penelope, and I, that she wanted kids? Can you imagine that? y/n with kids?"

A tear trickled down my face, "She always told me she wanted two kids, one boy and one girl. y/n would be a great mother."

Derek laughed, "The thing that would make y/n such a great mother if her kids were also yours Pretty Boy. I have known since the beginning you two would have pretty kids." I laughed, but also glared at him.

"y/n y/l/n?" The doctor called. The three of us stood up and the doctor began to walk towards us, "y/n is out of surgery. It was touch and go for a while, but she is stable. There were many noticeable signs of abuse that were old, she has a broken harm and three broken fingers, all of which are old."

I let out a shaky breath, "When can I- we see her?"

"I can only let one person in at a time and I doubt she is awake," the doctor explained. JJ and Derek looked at me, signaling me to go to y/n's room. I followed the doctor to her room.

"It might be a little much to see, she may not look like herself. She is very, very fragile and has wires attached to her," the doctor said before opening the door for me. Walking into the room, the environment was tense. y/n was laying in the hospital bed with wires attached to her and much of her body was wrapped up from the surgery and from her injuries.

I went over and sat next to her bed, grabbing onto her hand, "y/n, you can't hear me but I am here. It's Spencer. I am so glad you are okay, but why didn't you tell me about Owen? I could have done something. WE could have done something. I am just so glad you are safe."

For the rest of the time, I sat there watching her sleep. Not in a creepy way, but to make sure she was safe. I was so pissed at myself for not realizing what Owen was doing earlier. I should have been able to see the warning signs. Some of them were subtle, when she wouldn't hang out with the team or was constantly checking her phone. But some of them should have been immediate red flags, the flinching in front of the unsub or how she always wore clothes to cover herself. I should have known. The team should have known.

I felt y/n's hand move and saw her shift, "Spencer?" she asked.

"y/n," I said breathlessly. "I am right here, but I need to go get a nurse. You are at the hospital, Owen hurt you."

I started standing up to leave, "Spence, no. Don't leave me."

I sighed, looking at her disheveled features, "y/n, I will be right back. You need to see a nurse."

Walking out of the room was painful, hearing her sobs in fear of being hurt again. It pained me to know I was leaving her when she needed me, again.

I walked over to her nurse, "Um y/n y/l/n has woken up, I thought you should know." The nurse said her thanks and walked with me to y/n's room. As we walked in, the sound of y/n's labored breaths became more noticeable.

"Miss y/l/n, we need you to calm down," the nurse said, running to y/n's bedside.

Immediately, I walked over to y/n and held her hand. "Sir, you need to exit the room," the nurse said, ushering me away from y/n. At that moment I didn't know what was worse, hearing y/n's cries or feeling so helpless in the situation.

Suddenly, I felt a presence next to me, "Reid, you need to leave, it's not good for you here."

Derek.

"Derek, I-I-I can't just leave," I stuttered. "I need to be there to help, she's all alone."

"Kid, you need to shower," Derek said.

"No, Derek you don't understand," I said angrily. "I can't just leave her here again. I didn't notice when she was hurt and I need to show that I care."

Derek sighed, "Reid, she knows. She's not going to hate you. No one knew that she was going through that. It's not your fault."

I was about to say something when I say y/n being moved out of her room by doctors, "What is going on?" I asked.

"Miss y/l/n is getting taken back into surgery," the doctor said. "We don't know what happened." I began to hyperventilate. I was freaking out. y/n wasn't alright. She was going to die.

As I began to sob, Derek pulled me into a hug, "She is going to be alright man. You'll get to see her again and talk to her and finally ask her on a date. Does that sound good?"

I unconvincingly nodded my head.

"No, Spencer, don't do that," he said. "Don't doubt the doctors and think about the statistics, y/n is not a statistic."

I nodded, wiping my eyes.

"There you go," Derek smirked. "Now, go take a shower at your house so y/n wont shy away at your scent. Also, maybe get her some flowers. She likes-"

"Pink roses," I interrupted, laughing. "Pink roses are the most difficult flowers to find."

Derek laughed, "At least try to find them."

"For her," I began. "I'd do anything."

After that, I ran to the SUV to head to Quantico and get my car. The car ride felt like forever and I wasn't excited for the possibility of seeing Owen. Thankfully, I didn't see Owen between the time of dropping off the SUV and going to the parking lot to get my car. The car ride to my apartment was short, thank God. I decided to take a quick shower, just wanting to freshen up. I got dressed in my home clothes, which were in fact different from my work clothes, contrary to the belief of most of my team members.

I made it to the flower shop that was down the street from my apartment. I was usually able to find at least one pink rose here, but it was typically very difficult.

"Hello," the shop owner said. "We are close to closing Spencer. Do you need anything in specific?"

"Pink roses," I stated.

The owner laughed, "I'll have to check the back, but don't get your hopes up."

I knew I shouldn't have gotten my hopes up, but I couldn't help myself. y/n loves pink roses and I love y/n.

The owner came back, "You my kind sir, are in good luck. We had one bouquet left of pink roses in the back."

"Thank you, thank you, thank you," I said, pulling out my money. The owner nodded as I ran out the door to my car.

Speeding to the hospital, I made it to the waiting room. In the waiting room, I couldn't find the team. They were all there, but they weren't in the waiting room. I decided to go to y/n's room and see if they were near there.

Walking to y/n's room, I heard laughter. I looked into the room and saw the team in there along with y/n, smiling. I knocked on the door and slowly opened it.

"Spence," y/n smiled. "I missed you."

"Well I should get going," JJ began. "I need to go see my boys."

The rest of the team followed with their excuses for leaving y/n and I alone.

"H-hi y/n," I stuttered. "I brought you flowers, h-how are you?"

"I am as good as I can be," y/n laughed, obviously compensating the pain. "Thank you for the flowers Spence, I can't believe you could find them at this hour. You have always told me-"

"10 AM is the best time to buy pink roses," I interrupted. "Sorry."

"It's okay Spence, how are you?" She asked.

"Not that great," I said honestly. "Why didn't you tell us y/n?"

y/n sighed, "It was hard Spencer. I already barely had time alone with you guys and I didn't want to ruin it. Owen was also very scary- a mad man. I felt hopeless Spence, I didn't know what to do. I mean I've seen situations like this all the time in cases, but when it was actually happening I felt like there was nothing to do."

I held on to y/n's hand, giving it small kisses while she continued to talk me through her feelings, "and Spencer, I don't want to be alone tonight. Do you think you could stay?"

"Of course y/n," I answered.

"Thanks Spence, you're the best," she said. We continued to sit in a comfortable silence, watching the new episode of Dr Who on the small television in the corner of the room when y/n spoke up again, "Did you mean it?"

"Did I mean what?" I asked, hoping she didn't mean my love confession.

y/n looked at me, knowing I was avoiding the topic, "When you said you love me Spencer. Did you mean it?"

"Yes," I answered.

"I love you too," She said.

I smiled, "Maybe once you're better Icantakeyoutodinner?"

"Spencer say it slower and I'll answer," y/n laughed. "I couldn't understand you."

"Once you're better maybe I can take you out to dinner?" I asked.

"Of course," y/n said. "But no Indian, if we are going on a date I want to go out somewhere. I want to feel pretty."

"To me, you are the most beautiful girl in the world," I said.

y/n blushed profusely, "I still can't believe you found those pink roses! I bet you had to look all over."

"I did, but for you, I'd do anything."