#i finally drew them EEEEE

[vampslxsher]

Galekh and his bookworm <3

[chazi-lastname]

((Fun Fact: This is actually attempt two at posting this. Please, Arceus, let us remember to save as a draft this time eeeeee))

Ahem, Learposting.

So let's continue this crazy ride by posting the rest of the doodles on asavt's whiteboard (we finally taught ourselves how to spell yer name lol)

ignore the line plz we have no idea how that got there we think we accidentally drew it trying to scroll, fergitting there is a move tool fer a reason

also we know we posted the "i love my lame ass boyfriend" one before but we like the finished version sm lol

LOOK at their crowns.

Sidenote: we went insane trying to figure out was RLS meant not realizin' it means one of the things we're literally hyperfixated on right now (RoyalLectureShipping) (acronyms are our autism weakness fer real fr)

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Speaking of, our two silly royallecture arts (There will be plenty more dw dw):

These are the first two times we drew Cheren since like... we have no idea lol (actually not that long ago since we only played black, maybe like 3 or 4 years ago, and we are only just now starting our pokemon white 2 playthrough as of a few days ago...)(but like, our art style is so much different now than it was even a year ago.....

OUR POINT being that we were still figurin' out how to draw him lol the whiteboard doodles helped us establish an artstyle fer him

Anyway!!

We WILL post our ship headcanons as a different post lol we're making our own "understand my ship" meme because all of the premade ones aren't feral enough for our liking lol

Gosh though, Royallecture or not, now that we've figured out an artstyle fer Cheren, that silly is gettin' DRAWN!!!!!!!!!!

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BUT CHAZI!!!!!!

Aren't you fergittin' 'bout the other two of the Pasio trio? WRONG!!!!

We just haven't been able to establish an artstyle fer them just yet.

The only finished art we have of Rachel and Sawyer is this one of their younger versions. Here, we imagine they are somethin' like Rachel: 10, Lear: 13, Sawyer: 25. We headcanon their present ages to be Rachel: 20, Lear: 23, Sawyer: 35. ((Ofc thats just headcanon lol pokemon won't give information on things like ages and last names so we do it ourselves lol we don' argue headcanons lol that's dumb))

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And now we blast to the past (chazi, it has been like 2 months tops, chill) with the very first arts we drew of Lear:

Before he became the Interdemensional Donut Prince we know him as now.

We couldn't figure out how to draw his dumb ass hair style at first lol. That one with the bright colours. We shall redraw it cuz eeeee bright colours are our jam.

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And the final one (drum roll please)

We made this, ignore the watermark, not realizing you need to actually use references to replicate an art style. WHO KNEW RIGHT?@!1!!!1

Anyway, we are making note here that we are forcing our friend, definitely not at gunpoint, to make Lear's voice into a Friday Night Funkin chromatic. This will be amazing. We will be so normal when its done.

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And with that, you have reached an end to this crazy scene. Little do you know it is only the beginnin' of a descent into madness.

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Now, get out of our room and show this planet what hot shit do!

Various Learpostin'. A gallery of Lear, aka the Interdemensional Donut Prince, arts we have made since we started this new hyperfixation (Since August). Arts that either are not finished er otherwise couldn' make the cut ta qualify fer their own posts.

Also referred to as....

An art dump.

[Warning: Autistic person's headcanons will be mentioned maybe]

Startin' off....

Spamton And Lear glasses swap:

Spamton was our previous big big hyperfixation befer Lear lol yall missed the days of Amino and Spamcember. Don't worry though. He's comin' back soon. #KromerKlub

So, we maaaaaay have a type, of sorts, fer arrogant, long-haired, silly guys wit' big dumb glasses that hide their traumatized eyes. Jus' a hunch.

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Whatever this is:

Kitter Lear we dunno lol he so very silly like look at his fluff.

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Idp with and without his signature shades:

His glasses are prescription lol he can see kiiiinda wit'out them, but definitely cannot read wit'out 'em.

He's also sleep deprived as hell lol

We could info dump about exactly why all that is but lets just put it at:

He inherited them from his mother. (Yes we have headcanons and backstory from characters that don't even have canonical names dont @ us lmaoooooo)

(When To Be A King, The Full Story is finally posted on Ao3, you'll know)

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Oh yeah, that reminds us. Yes, the hyperfixation grew to fanfiction too. The only other one who got to that point was Spamton himself (Was never posted though)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/58954147

(To Be A King by Chazoul47)

Here, have fun. The funni full story is also being worked on slowly and surely (prologue is posted but thats all)

Aryararara if you see this, you're the silly fanfic friend, help us know if we did good lolololol oh god oh fuck anxiety go brrrrr so lets continue on this post

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All of the Lear doodles we made on THE whiteboard by asavt (please please we swear to lord arceus that we can remember how to spell yer name aaaaaaa):

(thank you asavt fer puttin up wit' us <3)

WAIT! NEVERMIND!!!!!! not all cuz tumblr is homophobic and won't let us post more than 10 images lol /silly

THIS WILL CONTINUE IN THE NEXT POST THEN REEEEEEEEEE

(after work though/on break/you'll see it again whenever it happens)

[ticklishfiend]

The Persuasion Machine (My Hero Academia)

Lee!Bakugou / Ler!Class 1A Girls ⚠️PLATONIC⚠️

(A sequel to “Pure Gold”: read that first!)

A/N : sorry it took me a while to get this one out! school has been terrible and i’ve been sick with migraines for days but hopefully this is good enough! i’m working on another mha fic rn so hopefully i don’t quit on it lmaoo. hope u enjoy!

Summary : Bakugou begrudgingly attends the girls sleepover Mina has invited him to so she doesn’t blackmail him with incriminating material. When he doesn’t answer one of their gossipy questions the way they wanted, they decide to use a little persuasion to guide him their own way (leading to some interesting results).

Word Count : 3461

REBLOGS ARE GREATLY APPRECIATED!! MWAH <33

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Bakugou had been dreading today from the moment he agreed to attend this stupid ass sleepover in the first place. Since when did he start caving so easily to puppy-dog eyes of all things?! His friends were starting to make him go soft, and this is NOT something he needs hanging over his head while trying to become the world's number one hero. Especially not from someone who now knows his deepest, darkest secret; he absolutely loves romance anime.

He couldn’t help it, the stories were always so compelling and they drew him in every single time without fail. Sometimes he’d catch himself getting emotional at the worst of the worst shoujos out there, but dammit if he didn’t love a good confession scene, alright?! There’s just something so satisfying about the build-up, the angst, the tension, all of it is just enough to make the stone-cold, stoic future pro-hero shed a few happy tears. He really couldn’t help it. Especially considering he’s been having feelings of his own for someone recently, so that mixed with those heart wrenching scenes..it’s impossible not to cry, okay?!

But now that he’s got someone else who knows this secret about him, he can’t allow it to get out there in the world. Mina is one of his most trustworthy friends, but she’s also the most inclined to gossip. She’s not one to turn away from good blackmail material, and now that she was lying on this pot of gold there was nothing that could turn her away from it, not even good old-fashioned tickle torture like he had already tried. It seemed Bakugou’s real, true, only option at this point was to attend that dumb fucking sleepover and get this shit over with once and for all.

So that’s what he did. Even though he tried his best to ignore the nagging dread building up as the day slowly dragged on, the moment he heard that excited knock on his door at 6 that evening, he knew there was really no escape. He was being forced against his will to have...fun.

With an exasperated sigh, Bakugou trudged from his bed over to his dorm door, throwing it open only to be attacked in a vicious hug by a flash of bright pink. The girl held his arms tightly against his sides as his eyes drooped in annoyance, Mina letting out an excited little squeal as she tired bouncing the boy up and down in her hug.

“Eeeee! I’m so excited, Blasty, you have no idea! Tonight’s gonna be the best night ever!” She giggled giddily, finally letting him go before grabbing his wrist and quickly leading him out into the hall towards her room. He growled at the contact, though didn’t put up any resistance. Better to just get this shit over with and let the little nuisance have her fun, Bakugou thought as they finally reached the door to her room. He could hear chatter from the inside, assuming the girls had been hanging out for a few hours before Mina had decided it was time for her little guest star to arrive. She placed him a little ways away from the door, standing in front of it and facing him with a wide grin. He was taller than the girl, having to look down to her in order to see the bright smile that seemed to be plastered onto her face at all times.

“Okay, so, here are the rules for tonight: don’t be mean. This is a FUN night, I don’t want you ruining it for the rest of the girls, got it?” She pointed an accusatory finger up towards his face. Bakugou only lowered his eyelids in response, obviously annoyed. She sighed, rolling her eyes. “Okay, fine, you can be a little mean, but only because we find it kinda funny sometimes. Just no making anyone cry!”

Bakugou huffed, crossing his arms over his chest and throwing his eyes towards the ceiling. “Fine. No one will cry.”

“Good. Next: actually try to have fun with us! Don’t just sit there all mopey like you’ve done during dorm game nights. Actually try!” Mina entangled her fingers together and held them up to her cheek, giving Bakugou the biggest, most pathetic little puppy eyes the explosive teen had ever seen. “Pretty pleeeeease?~”

“Good god, Pinky, I get the fuckin’ idea! I’ll try, alright?! But if you show that video to ANYONE, so help me god you’ll never see another sleepover for the rest of your damn life!” Bakugou shouted, and though his screams would be terrifying to anyone else, Mina only chuckled in response, throwing up a thumbs up towards her taller counterpart.

“Get ready, Blasty, cause this is gonna be great.”

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Bakugou couldn’t help it. He was stiff when he first arrived, feeling awkward and out of place. This wasn’t his territory, wasn’t his environment. He was surrounded by giggly girls who wanted him to play their little games and gossip, and it just felt...wrong at first.

And it just kept getting worse.

“Soo...Hagakure...any new interesting developments with Ojiro?” Mina grinned towards the floating pair of pink pajamas rested on a purple bean bag. The other girls all giggled, Tsu even shoving at Mina playfully with a funny scowl on her face. Bakugou knew what they were talking about, and he was not interested in this conversation at fucking all, and for more reasons than just general annoyance.

“I mean, just the same old same old I guess. Not that that’s a bad thing! I’m loving how we are right now, he’s just so sweet and loving and...yeah. It’s going good,” the invisible girl shifted in her seat, and though they couldn’t see her, the smile on her face was blatantly evident in her voice. “Have you guys got any crushes you wanna discuss?”

Jirou’s face turned bright red, though she remained silent and frozen in place. Mina spoke up first. “Nope! Not for me, at least. Still waiting for the day I’m a pro and can finally try to win some with Hawks. God, that’ll be the fuckin’ day,” Mina sighed happily, and Ochacco just giggled and punched her shoulder playfully.

“You won’t get within two feet of the guy before he files a restraining order,” Uraraka said snidely, making the girls laugh. Even Bakugou had to stifle a small chuckle behind his palm.

“Hawks, huh?” Bakugou finally spoke up, leaning his back against the wall and crossing his legs on the bed. He decided the best way to speed tonight along was to engage in their conversation. It couldn’t be that bad, right?

“Ohoho yeah. What, you tellin’ me you don’t think he’s hot?” Mina chided, looking up towards Bakugou from her place on the floor.

“Didn’t say that. And I didn’t say I was shocked either. ‘Course you picked a pro to crush on and not anyone you actually know,” Bakugou said mockingly, but it only prompted a sadistic grin to appear on Mina’s face.

The pink girl quickly popped from her spot on the ground and up onto the bed with Bakugou, Momo, and Jirou, leaving barely any room on the space. “Hey, what the f-!” Bakugou started, before Mina plopped herself cross-legged right in front of his face, and evil look glinting from her eyes.

“Who do you have a crush on then, Blasty?” Mina’s grin was face-splitting, and the look in Bakugou’s eyes gave her everything she ever could have wanted.

“Crush?! Why would I of all people have a fucking crush!? I don’t like people!” Bakugou shouted, though from how close Mina was to his face right now, it was impossible for her to miss the small tinge of blush on his cheeks. She was striking gold again already.

“I don’t believe you~” Mina sung, her two index fingers wiggling at his chest in teasing mockery. “C’mon, Bakugou, you’re so easy to see through! Just tell us and noooo one has to suffer!”

“The fuck are you talking about?! I don’t like anyone, end of discussion, okay?!” Bakugou shoved Mina away from him (not too forcefully, of course, just enough to shove her towards Momo sitting on the pillows). Mina sighed with a smile, shaking her head with tuts of disappointment.

“Y’know, I didn’t want it to have to come to this, Katsuki Bakugou, but you really leave me no choice,” Mina looked around at her friends with a knowing but evil shine in her eyes, and they all perked up with understood smiles, and Bakugou couldn’t help the tinge of fear he felt shiver down his spine. “Girls...I think it’s about time we introduce our guest to the ‘Persuasion Machine.’”

“The fucking what-!? -hey! The hell do you think you’re doing! GET THE FUCK OFF ME!” Bakugou shouted as all the girls pounced on him at once, all grabbing at him for an arm. Tsu, Uraraka, and Hagakure all took his left arm, while Jirou and Momo prompted for his right, each of them holding onto his limbs back tightly enough where he was restrained. Mina plopped herself down on his outstretched thighs, now uncomfortably close to his face.

Mina wiggled her fingers out in front of the boy’s face, and all at once Bakugou understood what was about to happen. This wasn’t just persuasion. This was revenge for last night.

“You’ve got one last chance to talk, Katsuki. Who do you have a crush on?” Mina spoke in a low interrogator voice that would usually be amusing to Bakugou if it weren’t for the fact he was very obviously about to be tortured by tickles.

“NO ONE, PEA FOR BRAINS! LET GO!” Bakugou pulled at his arms, but in all honesty...he chose not to put up that much of a fight. He wouldn’t let the girls know this, of course, but...if he’s here to let them have fun, then dammit he’s gonna let them have their fun, even if that means sacrificing his dignity even just a little. At least it’s these girls and not anyone who’d actually judge him.

“Fine. Have it your way,” Mina smirked, looking towards her friends restraining Bakugou on both sides. “Girls, pin him.”

Before Bakugou could even blink, the girls had him pinned on his back against the bed, now sitting on his arms.He tried to move them, really move them that time and...nothing. Shit. Oh shit. He was actually restrained now. He really couldn’t move at all.

Fuck.

“Pinky, I swear to god if you fucking touch mE-” Bakugou grunted, locking his jaw together when he felt those evil, evil acrylics scribble on his belly. He squeezed his eyes shut tight, tossing his head to the side trying desperately to distract himself from those skittering fingers that never relented.

“Ooh, little ticklish, Bakugou?~” Mina teased, pushing his black tank top up just slightly to reveal his toned but quivering belly. She scratched her nails along his sides, making him grunt out a giggle much to his dismay.

“NO! I’m nohot!” Bakugou giggled as her index finger scratched right below his belly button, his face twisting up in a smile he absolutely despised. “FUCKIHIHING QUIT IHIHIT!”

“Wow, he must be really ticklish. He broke pretty fast,” Tsu spoke bluntly, and though she was only rationalizing the situation, her words somehow felt so teasing to him in the moment, making his giggles go even higher pitched than before.

“Right? Mina’s barely touched him and he’s already giggling,” Jirou chuckled from her side, her eyes never leaving the giggling boy below her. “Can’t wait to see how he reacts when she really gets going.”

Without warning, Mina began kneading her thumbs into the sides of Bakugou’s belly. The explosive teen threw his head back in mirth, cackling and just barely kicking his legs out behind her.

“NAHAHA! STAHAHAP! FUHUHUCK YOHOHOU!” Bakugou spat out between his cackles, prompting Mina to gasp in mock shock.

“Well I never, Bakugou! Is that really how you would speak to your bestest friend in the whole wide world?” Mina moved her fingers up towards the bottoms of his ribs, sending him into a whole new wave of giggles and cackles, digging his heels into the bedsheets. “Aww, are your ribs sensitive, Blasty? You real ticklish here?~” Mina pinched at his bottom ribs quickly, and Bakugou was hysterical.

“GAHAHAHA! NOHOHO! I’M NOHOHOT! QUIT IHIHIT!!” Bakugou laughed, tugging at his arms restrained by the girls on top of him. “MINAHAHAHA!”

“Oh my god! He never calls me by my actual name! We’re actually getting through to him!” Mina shouted in excitement, slowing her tickles til she was just resting her nails on his ribs in teasing warning. He breathed heavily at the relief, but his cheeks were flushed in embarrassment and he only opened one eye to look up at his interrogator. “You ready to talk yet? Cause I know there’s gotta be a love interest in that mean little head of yours somewhere!”

Bakugou growled up at her through bared teeth, still breathing harder than he wanted to be. “Fuck...you…” He grumbled at his interrogator, clenching his fists in anticipation as he felt those nails just barely start to move again. They moved at an agonizingly slow rate, making him squirm but not yet giggle.

“Maybe we’re not being mean enough. Jirou?” Mina looked up towards the grinning purple-headed girl in front of her, who already knew what she had to do.

“With pleasure, Mina,” Jirou chuckled, extending her earphone jacks down towards Bakugou’s exposed armpits, just barely letting them touch the bare space. Bakugou’s eyes widened in excited fear at the sensation, his body jerking involuntarily.

“NO! Fuck, no, wait!-”

“You wanna talk?” Mina asked, nodding her head at Jirou, alerting the girl to begin moving her jacks in his underarms. She just barely tickled the area teasingly, but he was a puddle of giggles in no time. His teeth were clenched shut and eyes screwed tightly closed, but the high-pitched, breathy giggles that made his chest shake were unmistakable.

He shook his head in answer to her question, before barking with loud laughter as Mina dug into his upper ribs right below where Jirou continued her teasing onslaught of tickles.

“NAHAHAHA! STAHAHAH-” Bakugou cackled, his words getting lost in the mess of laughs and shrieks as the girls continued their torment on his sensitive body.

“Aww, he’s so ticklish! I really didn’t expect this from him to be honest,” Uraraka cooed, using one of her free hands to scribble one nail down his exposed neck on her side. Bakugou let out a surprised squeal, scrunching his head down to shoulders, effectively trapping her finger in the terribly sensitive area.

“GAHAHAHA FUHUHUCK! QUHUHUIT! I SWHEHEAR!” Bakugou screamed with his own aggressive form of pleading, kicking his legs out in playful agony.

“All you have to do is say one little name, Bakugou~” Mina teased, her right hand staying to squeeze at the hypersensitive spot on his ribs, while moving her left to down to vibrate her index fingers into his very lower rib, the exact spot and method he had used on her the night before.

Bakugou lost his mind.

“FUHUHUCK NO PLEHEHEASE! STAHAHAP IHIHIT! GAHAHA SHIT NOT THEHEHERE! NOT THAHAHAT!” Bakugou screamed, bringing his knees up towards Mina’s back in a desperate attempt to curl up, before resorting back to his hysterical kicking like before.

“Tickle tickle, Blasty~” Mina cooed, turning the cackling boy beneath her a bright shade of red.

“Oh, he’s blushing!” Momo awed excitedly, pointing down at the boy’s face.

“NO I’M NOHOHOT!” Bakugou howled, squeaking when the finger Momo used to point began wiggling in his pit along with Jirou’s jack. He threw his head back in mirth, shrieking and cackling at the overwhelmingly ticklish sensations on his body.

“Somebody can’t handle being teased, huh?~” Hagakure pointed out.

“Nope. Poor thing’s gonna break in a minute, I promise you,” Mina spoke as if Bakugou wasn’t even there to listen, which only added fuel to his flustering fire. “So you ready for a break, Explosion Boy?”

“YEHEHES! GOD FUCK PLEHEHEASE!” Bakugou pleaded, gasping for air when all the ticklish sensations stopped at once. Tired, breathy giggles tumbled from his lips, his chest rising and falling in giddy exhaustion. “Fuhucking hell…”

“Crush, Bakugou. C’mon,” Mina crossed her arms, only resulting in Bakugou to roll his eyes.

“Is it that big of a fucking deal?!” Bakugou groaned, jumping with a yelp when he felt a single finger poke his belly button, “FUCK OKAY, OKAY! NO MORE! I’LL FUCKING TALK!”

“Finally,” Jirou muttered, chuckling when she saw Bakugou slightly blush from his spot under them.

“Just...this can’t...this can’t leave this damn room, you got that shitfaces?!” Bakugou’s insult wasn’t laced with his usual fiery aggression, and the girls knew he was serious.

“Bakugou, you would be surprised by the extensive list of secrets that have yet to leave these sleepovers,” Momo placed a non-tickly hand on his shoulder comfortingly, and she could feel the boy deflate relaxingly under her touch.

“Seriously! Nothing leaves this room, Blasty,” Mina gently grabbed Bakugou’s chin, turning his head to face her. His eyes finally met hers, and she nodded. “Nothing.”

Bakugou rolled his eyes, again refusing to make any eye contact with the girls. “Fucking fine...but not because I want to…” he sighed roughly, shutting his eyes tightly before lowering his voice into a whisper that was just audible enough for the girls to hear. “It’s Kirish-”

“YES! I KNEW IT!” Mina threw her hands in the air with an excited screech, making Bakugou jump a little from surprise.

“I kinda thought the same thing, kero. Just wasn’t positive,” Tsu spoke with a finger on her chin before gently climbing off the boy. The other girls followed, and once he was finally free he pushed himself back to his spot against the wall, bringing his knees to his chest to lay his arms on top.

“So fucking stupid...why did you wanna know that shit so bad anyways, huh?!” Bakugou still couldn’t make complete eye contact with any of the girls out of embarrassment.

“Just thought it would be cute!” Mina smiled widely, before turning to face all the girls again. “So, anybody up for Just Dance?”

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“Aw, really? You’re turning in already?” Mina whined up at Bakugou who was already making his way towards the door.

“Pinky, it’s 1 in the goddamn morning. I’ve already been tickled to death, played Just Dance, painted Kermit’s fucking nails, watched a shitty-ass horror movie, AND told you my who my stupid fucking crush is; I think I’ve got the whole damn sleepover experience,” Bakugou grunted before turning his body back towards the door before pausing his hand on the knob. “Actually, uh...come out here a minute, Horns. Gotta ask you something.”

“Already told you once, Blasty, they aren’t horns!” Mina said as she got up from her spot on the floor and over towards the door with Bakugou. “I’ll be back guys!”

“Alright. Night Bakugou!” Uraraka waved at the pair with a wide smile. All the other girls said their goodnights as well, Bakugou only nodding in response.

The pair made their way into the dark, quiet hallway together, shutting the door behind them. “So what’s up?” Mina asked in a whisper.

Bakugou pinched the bridge of his nose with a sigh. “How...how did you know?”

Mina’s brow quirked. “What?”

“You said you knew I liked him...how?”

Mina couldn’t help but smile. She shrugged. “Pretty obvious, Blasty. He’s the only one you tolerate. I used to think it was just cause you respected him, but when I found you watching that romance last night, it all just kinda made sense,” Mina chuckled, enjoying the slightly embarrassed silence Bakugou gave her in response. That was before Mina gasped suddenly.

“Oh goodness, I completely forgot! I’ll delete it right now, promise!” Mina took out her phone, when Bakugou made a small confused noise.

“Huh? Delete what?” the boy asked.

“The video I took of you. Y’know, the whole reason you came here tonight?” Mina turned her phone around to show Bakugou the clip of him crying at the screen of a romance anime, which made the boy blush in the dark.

“Oh, yeah,” Bakugou huffed. “You, uh...you do that.”

Mina just giggled before deleting the video for good. “Goodnight, Bakugou.”

“Yeah, whatever,” Bakugou rolled his eyes with a small hint of a smile, poking her once in the tummy. “Night.”

Mina watched as Bakugou trekked his way back to his room, and couldn’t help but smile. She knew, without a doubt, that that explosive kid with no friends…was definitely her friend.

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A / N : thank you for reading, i hope u enjoyed!! sorry it took so long to get out, i’ve been dealing with a lot of stuff in my personal life lol. pls leave a like and pls pls reblog if u can!! <3 xx

[fullwets]

shoeydaniel's top works of 2020 ❤️

I was tagged by my dearest darling @captainfuu like . two entire months ago. and by the literal MVP of this hellsite, @eight-hearts, today 🙈 thank you both so much!

i’ll tag @pierreswrists @pierrelli @jeeperslatifi @estebanoconz bc i am a massive fan of all of ur work. only if you want to! grrrr i was gonna tag everyone first but then i procrastinated and now everyone’s done it already

Rules: It’s time to love yourself. Choose your 5 favorite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you’ve brought into the world. Tag as many writers/artist/etc. you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works! 

5. over the last ~14 months or so I’ve started drawing again!! Literally while procrastinating for finals I drew Harry Styles in the margins of my class reading and was like “oh shit i can draw?” The rest is history. I am going to cheat and include multiple drawings as one entry on this list kjhdksjhd. Here’s my F1-related sketch dump

4. in the same vein - here’s another, non-f1 sketch dump

side note: I have nicknamed this era of my drawings “The PearsonVUE.com/Military Collection” bc i was trying to use up a stack of branded post-its from my dad’s old employer 💀 rip pearsonvue postits. im so glad we finally ran out bc there were like 500 of those bitches.

3. all my heart finds true

long story short @pierreswrists wrote something in the tags of a reblog that inspired me, and I said we should turn it into a fic together, so we wrote a fic about love letters and crossing an ocean to be with someone you love, and then I had to take a break from writing said fic bc I was falling for her and i didn’t want to associate us with maxiel, and here we are four months later, in a relationship. It’s embarrassing. Anyway. I’m proud of what we made! And it was very very cool to create something collaboratively.

2. yellow, yellow, gold, and ochre

My precious, precious, horror fic! I call this one “savior pierre” in my head, and it was entirely inspired by the events of Monza 2020, and it’s gen (yay for being a Normal Human Being), and it made N compliment me and now we’re friends!!!! Eeeee! Writing horror was actually very fun and I hope I do it again some day.

1. Heels turned black

despite the fact that i no longer produce maxiel in any form, i am still SO fucking proud of this fic. I made friends through this, I entered the F1 fandom through this, and most importantly, it’s my favorite piece of writing I’ve ever completed. I love the way I wrote it, I was blown away by the response people had, it felt so satisfying to complete. I don’t think there’s much else to say. J once made a post about how much she loved it that I still have saved in my drafts to this day. L left me not one but several essay-length comments filled with red-gold emoji that made me gasp when i received them. S read it immediately after she was released from the hospital and now we’re girlfriends. htb really truly is the culmination of my year.

[solari-writes-things]

Artist’s Touch

requested by: @sazafraz​

eeeee Rainbow Six writing I can’t wait.

Prompt -

Dialogue That is Sunshine and Smiles: “Paint With Me”

Timur Glazkov x Reader

gif isn’t mine, credited below.

R6 Tag List: @sazafraz​ @kind-wolf​ @tsumethedrifter​ (if you wish to be included, please comment or message below.)

REQUESTS CLOSED

You hadn’t been in Rainbow for more than a couple of months. So hearing the bustling sounds of Hereford base was still quite the adjustment you needed to make. However, you were grateful to have made a rapidly growing friendship with several of the operators.

In specifics, the Spetsnaz. For a group of people who were so vastly different in many ways, they all seemed to mesh well perfectly like pieces to a puzzle. All complimented one another, the synergy in their small circle overwhelming. For them to have, essentially, adopted you meant much more than they could understand.

So you were invited to hang out with them. Just a day of relaxation, as much as Alexsandr would allow. However, Alex’s voice echoing through the room wasn’t the thing that you seem to focus on the most out of this endeavor.

You were watching Timur, painting away at something small in his sketch book with the watercolors that he had kept on his person. At least, when he wasn’t doing any work for Rainbow. You had to admit, out of the five people that you had met on your first day, he had been the one you connected to the most.

Maybe it was because of how engaging he was when you both were in seclusion. When he knew no one else would be paying attention, he became much more lively. He talked more, asked more questions about you. You had both connected on your interest in the arts, in which he proceeded to show off his works that he had on hand.

They were bright, colorful. A contrast to who he had made himself out to be. You had admitted to him that you didn’t really know how to paint, in which he had smiled widely and made a comment about maybe teaching you someday. Of course, you would be thrilled to learn from him. If he was an entertaining teaching you the arts as he was in conversing, you had nothing but hope in store for yourself.

He was a man who gave no time to the aspect of judgement, and that would greatly encourage you to learn the technique of it all.

For a moment, his focus had broken from his sketchbook, and his icy blue eyes met yours. You couldn’t avert your gaze fast enough, and you caught a glimpse of a smile before you forced your attention down to the phone in your hands.

“Did you want to see what I was working on?” he inquired simply, since the other boys were off in a different section of the room.

“I can see it when it’s finished, Timur, as much as my impatience says ‘yes’,” you joke, your eyes not peeling away from your cell phone as you scrolled through just to act as if you were doing something.

You glance up once more, after a couple seconds of entertained silence from him. He seemed in thought, a half smile playing at the edge of his lips. “Paint with me.”

You sputter with how simple he said it, and for a moment you thought he forgot that you didn’t really know what to do with a brush. “D-...Did you forget I don’t know how to paint?”

He shakes his head and moves over in his seat, patting the spot next to him. “I’m going to teach you. Come. I’ll give you a spot in my sketchbook for this.”

You blink, a little honored that he would dedicate one of his pages to your trial and error. So you stand, shuffling over to him slowly and taking a seat next to him. He digs into his supplies sitting comfortably on the arm of his seat to give you a pencil to start your project.

You at least knew how to do that. You take the pencil carefully out of his hand, as if the object were made of glass, giving him a quick “thanks” as you begin to drag the graphite across the paper surface.  He moves his eyes away from the sight of you working, unsure if you were comfortable with the idea of him watching you work right now. He didn’t mind the comfortable silence, and frankly you didn’t either. Working on one of you hobbies while in his company felt...right. If it had been anyone else, you would have stirred where you sat.

But he was respectable. He honored your space, your privacy, even though you working in front of him almost tantalizingly.

After several minutes of him not peeking, you finally extend the pencil toward him with a smile. It was the sign he needed to peel his attention off of the wall and smile gently at you. With a little less delicacy than you, he takes the pencil and sticks it back where he had it before.

You watch him dig through the bag once more but for a longer period of time. He began brandishing brushes of varying sizes and shapes, before turning his head to look at you.

“Let me see what you drew,” he says to you simply.

You turn the sketchbook hesitantly, not really thinking about what you drew in the moment.

It was a sketch of some of the room you two occupied, of course lacking a couple small details you wouldn’t be able to replicate quite easily with the watercolors. Small things, like a distant book or a photo. A little to the left, just like he had been, was a portrait of Timur. Staring off in the distance for the sake of your privacy.  He caught sight of it, smiling endearingly but not pressing the matter as he stood up. “I’ll be back.”

He disappeared into another portion of the room, and through Alex’s boisterous laugh you could hear cabinets open and the distant rummaging. He returns not a minute later, a few colors in his hands and a paint palette to go with it. He also had a water bottle tucked under his arm as well.

“Apologies,” he says quickly, putting everything down on a nearby surface.

“Nothing to apologize for, Timur. You weren’t even gone for a full minute.”

He chuckles a bit as he begins to delegate the colors that you would need, not bothering to mix them. You assumed that would be part of your lesson today.

You watch him carefully bring it over, putting it down within arms reach of you. “Which colors do you wish to mix first?”

You look down at the array of shades in front of you, pointing to the blues that he obviously had picked out for his eyes. “Those.” He nods and puts the colors in front of you. ““You must know what these are for. Go ahead and look at me, see how much you think you need of each shade and blend them together. Remember to add the light shade first, then the dark after.”

So you follow his instructions, peeling your gaze upward to stare into his frosty toned eyes. As much as this should have been constructive, you found yourself more distracted the longer you lingered. Little details of his popped out to you, like the scar on his iris, and you pulled your gaze away once you realized the hole that you were digging for yourself.

“Sorry, Timur, I can’t seem to focus,” you admitted,

“Need a bit of motivation on the matter?” he inquired.

You nod your head, looking back up at him to listen to what he would say. Any pointers that he would possibly give you to make this process any easier on you.

But all you could focus on now was his thumb and index finger pinching your chin, and his face drawing closer. You could feel his breath caress your face as he is now centimeters away.

Eventually, your lips met.

[agentmarymargaretskitz]

Hey imagine if nora and gary were siblings .

I’m still on the train of Gary’s father being Vandal Savage (because you can squeeze so much emotion out of that puppy) but omg this is funny. Damien going to see Nora and then finding out ‘hey, I have another kid’. And he’s just delighted about the whole thing while everyone is going wtf and Gary is processing and Nora will steal the whole ass bottle of wine thank you very much. And now I’m thinking of them doing magic together and eeeee!

Screw it, @noradarhkpalmer gave me some inspiration when I told her about this and I’m weak. Plus, it’s quarantine all over the US, Legends is on hiatus, and we all need some crack. So here is a fic that I typed out today. Your influence, anon. Enjoy.

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              Using Palmer Tech’s location sharing on their watches was one way to find someone, but you couldn’t always rely on technology. For Damien Darhk, blood magic was always reliable. Once he’d pinpointed where Nora was by her watch, he cast a spell just to check. Sure enough, her signature matched to the same point in England.

However, there was also a second signature in the same location. Someone who shared blood with him like Nora. But that wouldn’t make sense unless-no. No, she couldn’t have had a child already. But if she had…

He couldn’t get too ahead of himself, but the possibility excited Damien too much.

              When he first arrived, he was proud to see what Nora had done for herself. She was a powerful sorceress with her own manor. In the past two years, she had made quite the name for herself. Although she did seem a little jumpy. Probably just so surprised that he had come back from hell, Damien figured.

He finally decided to bring up the second signature during the tour of the house. “So is there anything you want to share with me?”

“Uhhhhh,” Nora fidgeted with her hands for a moment. “I spent last week taking puppies away from children. Children who made me very, very mad.”

“You took puppies from children?” Damien covered his mouth as pride filled him. “That’s so cold and heartless. I’m proud of you!”

“Thanks, Dad,” Nora smiled as she led them into the parlor.

“And there’s nothing else you want to tell me?” he pressed a little more. “Nothing about a certain someone?”

His daughter went pale. “You know, don’t you?”

“I suspected,” he admitted as he took a seat in the armchair. “And I’m so happy.”

“You are?”

“Of course. I mean, I never thought I would want children until you came along. And now I’m a grandfather! Who’d have thought?”

There was a thump from a wardrobe in the far corner. Damien glanced at it but then saw Nora sagging down against the couch. Her mouth was opening and closing, but no words came out. She appeared to be stunned that he knew.

“Um, you have the wrong idea, Dad,” Nora finally managed to start talking. “I do not have a kid, and I am definitely not pregnant. And I’m not even sure if I want to have kids, okay? Whatever you’re thinking, it’s not kids. I can promise you that.”

A door slammed somewhere in the house and she sighed. “Give me one moment. That’s probably one of my…henchmen.”

“You have henchmen? Nora-doll, that’s fantastic!”

Nora nodded quickly. “It is. Just give me a moment, okay?”

              She darted out of the room quickly. Damien leaned forward on his knees and began to think to himself. Nora didn’t have a child and he wasn’t a grandfather. But why had the blood magic told him there was a second person here who shared his bloodline. That made no sense unless his magic was getting wonky. Yet magic had never failed him so there had to be someone else here with his blood.

“Dad,” Nora returned, smiling brightly with a sword. “Meet my henchwomen. They’ve just returned a relic to me.”

“The captain of the Waverider AND director of the Time Bureau,” Damien gaped. “Normally I would be excited, but something is bothering me.”

“Dad, it it’s about earlier-”

“Yes, but it’s not kids, sweetheart. I did use the Palmer Tech tracking system, but I also did use a little blood magic. I’m sorry, but I couldn’t help it. I wanted to be sure!”

“Okay, so why did you think I had a kid?”

“The magic showed two signatures here,” Damien told her. “So you can see why my mind went on that tangent.”

“Okay then,” Nora crossed her arms. “I don’t know what that means. Can you do it again?”

Damien nodded. “I’ll need a knife. Gotta bleed for blood magic.”

Sara Lance stepped forward with a knife. “Allow me.”

              Nora grabbed the knife and passed it to him. Damien sliced the palm of his hand and murmured a few words. The spell had to be tailored since he wasn’t doing it on a map, but it would still work. Two red strands rose from the blood pooling in his palm. The first was pointing to Nora and the second pointed to the wardrobe.

“Curious,” Damien muttered as he broke the spell. Wrapping his hand in a handkerchief, he strode over to open it up. As he flung the doors open, he was met with the cowering time agent he’d tied to a railway in the Old West hours before.

“Please don’t hurt me,” the man whimpered. “I don’t want to die.”

“Oh my god,” Ava Sharpe gasped. “Oh my god. Oh. My. God! Babe!”

Sara Lance was staring open-mouthed. “You have got to be kidding me.”

Nora drew up beside Damien. “Dad, why did the other strand point to Gary?”

A memory was coming back, one he hadn’t thought was very important. A couple dates, one or two nights to blow off some steam a few decades ago. She didn’t mean much of anything to him; he had been focused on terrorism more then. But so many of her features were there in the man in front of him.

“Miriam,” he said aloud, remembering her name.

“Actually, it’s Gary,” the man squeaked. “Miriam was my mother.”

“Gary, who was your dad?” Ava asked, practically bouncing in her shoes. “Who was he?”

“I don’t know, she never told me- why are you asking me this?”

“Because my dad,” Nora pointed to Damien. “Is your dad too. I think.”

“No, I am,” Damien choked, overwhelmed by emotion. “I have a son.”

He yanked Gary out of the wardrobe and into a hug. “Blood magic can’t lie. I have a son! Nora, did you know you had a brother?”

“Not until now,” she told him with a tight smile. “So Gary is my brother?”

“Half-brother, technically, but blood all the same! And you two found each other without knowing. Oh, that’s so sweet!”

He released Gary. “We need to celebrate! I’ve come back from Hell, my daughter is a master sorceress, and I have a son!”

“Ahhh,” Sara Lance began, but Nora raised a finger.

“That…is a great idea, Dad!” she said. “I’ll have them get dinner ready and we can catch up more.”

“With Gary too, right?” Damien looked proudly at him. “We have to include him in the family discussion too. I want to hear what he’s been doing!”

“That’d be great,” Gary grinned nervously. “I’m going to, ah, get a bottle of wine. For all of us.”

“Make it two,” Nora told him. “I think we’re going to need it…if we have any more guests.”

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ProsLegAnon - Not having a Tumblr, I sometimes forget to check in lol. So sorry! But I did see that reblog and I just... don't know what to say. I'm so warm inside that you liked it. And that Ghosty did what she usually does and pulls out the flourishes of fluff. You definitely deserve all the love and good things, so I'm really glad it turned out to be something really good for you! And oh my gosh! More MiMG things?! That I get to comment on?!? I'm eeeee! Thank you! Wow. Had to think about this

for just a little bit and I think that while Peeta would like things like Master Chef and de-stress no-think series for funsies, he'd be most passionate about shows/books/movies that make a statement. In my headcanon, he watches things like Black Mirror to engage in the discourse. On a similar vein, and because we all tend to gravitate toward having our narratives/the narratives we wished we were living out mirrored in fiction, I've come to the personal conclusion that Peeta's strongest /fandom/ involvement would be for things marketed to kids/young adults. Because those tend to say more/have the potential to say more than 'adult' media. And I definitely think he'd be making the most commissions off of Avatar: The Last Airbender and How To Train Your Dragon things - to finally answer your actual question lol. He'd prob also be most known for his backgrounds/landscape use in the fanart. Sorry for rambling and thanks for asking and what an amazingly fascinating thing to consider!

AAaaaAAA!!!Okay, YES, yes yes yes. To everything. Oh man. Okay. Okay, so. So. I mentioned in an earlier answer that this is gonna end up being a roommate AU right lol (Katniss has no good reason to keep living in her parents house when it’s just her and Peeta Has to Get Out of his parents hosue) and just the concept of like Katniss and Peeta on the couch watching Reality cooking shows made me. soft. Because Katniss would also love that shit even though it would make her hungry and just. Ugh. The domesticity of that concept sent me spiraling. And of COURSE, of course he’s like, doing digital art on a tablet while they watch. And Katniss is trying to not look over at what he’s doing but she’s so fucking curious --  and it’s funny, because I actually also assumed that he would be into something that was marketed to kids/young adults as well! I hadn’t narrowed down what (I knew it wasn’t Harry Potter -- which I’ve never read -- and I very briefly considered something like Narnia but then was like. The religious aspects of that aren’t something I feel like bringing into a fic I’m writing lol) but I was thinking it was something that Katniss was like, vaguely aware of because of Prim but hadn’t ever really given a fair shake that she would obviously then Have To Check Out because of Peeta and see completely differently through his eyes, and I had no idea what it would be so I dropped the idea of it being a YA/Children’s media thing and was still just sort of scouting around and wondering if it would just have to be completely vague because nothing would fit. I’m gonna respond more in depth to how fully perfect I think this suggestion is on the other ask you sent, but TLDR -- I LOVE IT, it’s PERFECT. Also, I see your Black Mirror and I raise you, Peeta hangs out at home working on commissions and has seen every single episode of the original run of The Twilight Zone at least twice and still leaves them on for background noise, because of course he has and because TTZ has a bit of a broader scope in terms of ending on a somewhat hopeful for humanity note than Black Mirror does -- and ALSO on a lark one time, Peeta drew some really lovely and soft and romantic San Junipero art and is always a little bit confused and delighted by the sheer amount of notes it’s always getting since it isn’t a fandom he generally posts art for. 

[ride-a-dolan]

“Trust” (Grayson Dolan Blurb)

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Warnings ⚠️: cursing

Hope my anon request enjoys 🤙🏻💜

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“Aw, Christ. Not this fucking show again.”

I giggled. “It’s my turn, Ethan! We just watched hockey for two hours. I get to pick now!”

Ethan shook his head, clasping his hands over his eyes. “Yeah, but Christ, Y/N. I can’t stand reality shows.”

I curled my legs under me, settling into a more comfortable position on the squashy leather couch. “Not even…Man VS Food?”

“That doesn’t count.”

“And neither does this one! Please?” I drew out the “eeeee” part of please and fluttered my eyelashes, knowing Ethan would cave in.

Grayson was at the warehouse catching up on a editing. He’d been gone for the better part of the day, leaving me alone and bored. So I called Ethan over to hang out. With Ethan, however, everything was a game, even watching television was a game. I loved being with him, being around his infectious laugh, good humor, and our casual friendship. Dating Grayson was amazing in itself, but getting to know his brother was another benefit entirely. I had hit it off extremely well with Ethan, who shared my energy. Ethan finally caved to my puppy dog eyes. At least for a minute. Then, while I was engrossed in the show, he lunged at me. I shrieked, caught off guard and ready for the worst, but only felt the remote control being ripped from my hand.

He laughed gleefully, flipping to another network.

“E!” I pounced on him, scrabbling for the remote, but he pushed me off, easily overpowering my efforts with his muscles. I sat back at my end of the sofa, sulking.

Ethan ignored me pointedly for several minutes, before swearing again. “Fuck it. Fine, Y/N, you get this round.” He flipped the network back to the show I’d been watching.

I cheered. “Thanks, E!” I said, scooting closer to him on the couch.

He laughed, handing me back the remote. “Just this once. And only ‘cause Grayson practically deserted you today.” That was the last thing I remembered him saying. I woke up when the room was dark, except for the television airing a different show. I sat up quickly, realizing I had fallen asleep on Ethan’s shoulder. Ethan himself was slumped forward, leaning against the armrest, with his mouth hanging slightly open. I blinked, looking for the remote to turn off the television.

“Looking for this?”

I heard Grayson’s voice and looked up, smiling excitedly. He was home!

But when I saw his face, I froze. He was holding the remote in his hand, but his face was a wall of ice, and I realized that his tone of voice was as well. I felt something clench in my gut. I’d never seen Grayson actually angry, but obviously, this was it.

I blinked again, looking at myself, and realizing what he had walked in on. Or rather, what he had thought he had walked in on. “Gray, it’s not–”

“We need to talk.”

My voice died in my throat. “Grayson, please.”

“Not now, Y/N.”

I stood up, and Ethan awoke with a start. He glanced at me and smiled, and then saw Grayson.

“G! Hey—” he also cut himself off when he saw Gray standing with his arms crossed over his chest, eyes narrowed dangerously. His eyes slid back to me, and his eyebrows rose in surprise. “Christ, Gray. We didn’t–”

“Get out, Ethan. This is between Y/N and me.”

Now Ethan stood up, still glancing worriedly between Grayson and me. “Bro,” he started, but Grayson silenced him with a look. Ethan ran a hand through his hair, his brown eyes looking away at the floor. He left without a word, shutting the front door quietly behind him.

“Grayson, you have to listen to me,” I said quickly.

“What the fuck are you playing at?” he asked. He was now advancing towards me.

I held my ground, though I was beginning to feel panic in my stomach. “Gray, stop!” To my surprise, he did, though he lowered his curled fists to his sides. I ignored his aggressive stance and continued. “Look, before we start to argue, can we agree that we’re going to tell the complete truth? Right here, right now?”

He didn’t say anything for a moment. His jaw seemed to be stuck closed. “All right,” he said finally, the words coming out in a rush. “But you better start explaining right now.”

“I am,” I said heatedly. “If you’d just let me talk. First of all, nothing happened.”

He snorted, and I crossed my arms. “If you don’t want to believe me, then there’s no point in having this argument,” I said, my voice rising.

“The point is, I come home after editing videos to find you two curled up in some after-fuck position on the couch!” Grayson yelled.

“It wasn’t!” I hurled back, stamping my foot. “We were watching TV, and we fell asleep!”

“Why was he here then? Just how much time have you been spending with him?”

“Well, you weren’t here! You wanted me to play house, to stay here while you went off to edit, and I was bored! I needed a friend!”

“So you go and fuck my fucking brother?”

“We didn’t fuck!” I screamed. “You’re the sexy one, you’re the one to worry about, with fans flashing their tits and shit at you every minute of every day? How do you think that makes me feel? How do I know you’re not fucking one of them behind my back, when you can’t even let me hang out with your brother without thinking I’m fucking him? It’s called trust, Grayson! Trust! I trust you every minute of every day that you’re gone, even on that fucking tour, and you can’t even trust me for a day!” I couldn’t take him anymore. I turned on my heel and stomped into the bedroom. I turned away from the bed, unwilling to remember the love made, the words whispered, the embraces held there. I slammed the door and sat on the chair, my head in my hands. I didn’t know if I could do this. Everything about being Grayson’s girlfriend was wonderful. Everything about being Grayson Dolan’s girlfriend was stressful. The hate, the paparazzi, the constant fear of replacement…it was hard. And now, if he couldn’t trust me…what reason was there to remain?

I heard a soft knocking on the door. I didn’t answer, but the door slowly creaked open.

“Y/N…” I didn’t look at Grayson as he entered the room, shutting the door softly behind him. He hesitated by the doorway. “You’re right,” he said finally. I kept my gaze on the floor in front of me. Gray crossed the room and knelt down in front of me, his hands resting on my knees. “Y/N,” he said again. “You’re right. I was wrong not to trust you.”

I finally lifted my eyes to meet his, letting him see the single tear rolling down my cheek. “That really hurt me, Grayson.”

“I know.” His voice was so soft it was almost inaudible. His deep brown eyes were wide with concern. “Babe, I don’t know what came over me. I just missed you so much, all day…when I came home, I just wanted it to be you and me. I lost it, and I was a stupid, stupid idiot. I’m so sorry.”

I swallowed hard, not sure if I could forgive him or not. “Grayson… why would you ever think that? We’ve been together for a whole year without a problem. Why would you ever think that I would betray you like that.”

Grayson reached up to stroke my hair back from my face. He was shaking his head; now his eyes were the ones that were moist. “I don’t know, baby. I always trusted you, but a part of me always wonders. Because you’re so beautiful, and so fun to be around, and such a nice person…a part of me always thinks that you’ll find someone better than me, someone really worthy of you.”

I bit my lip, now clutching Grayson’s wrists. “Never say that, Gray. I would never think that. Never.”

He tipped his head forward, now laying it in my lap, his face turned to the side. We said nothing for a long time. At last I lifted my hand and placed it on his head, lifting it so he could look into my eyes. His expression was still worried, penitent. “I forgive you, Gray,” I said. He cupped my face in his hands and kissed me deeply. I let him lead me to bed, where he slowly, gently, declared his love.

When I awoke, Grayson was gone. I wasn’t worried, knowing his busy schedule. I got dressed and looked around the bedroom for a note, the kind he usually left.

Instead, the bedroom door opened. To my surprise, Ethan entered. “E!” I exclaimed. “Oh. Maybe you shouldn’t be here–”

“We talked. We’re good now, me and him,” Ethan said, and his face split into a genuine smile. “Go sit on your bed.” Then he held up a piece of paper that read “Will” in elegant script.

I stared at the paper, confused. “Go sit,” Ethan said. Bewildered, I sat on the edge of the bed. Ethan moved so he was standing in front of me and to my left.

Another knock and the bedroom door opened. Cameron poked his head in, grinned, and came into the room.

“Cam! What are you doing here?” She said nothing, only held up a paper that read “You” in the same elegant script. Before I could ask, Sean entered. He smiled broadly and held up a paper that read “Marry” . I clapped my hand to my mouth. Lisa opened the door, now holding a sign that said it “Me?”

Then Grayson came in, and knelt at my feet. I still held my hands over my mouth, my eyes wide, unable to speak.

“Y/N, I love you more than I can bear. I want to know that you’ll be mine for the rest of my life. Will you marry me?” The tears welled in my eyes for the second time that day. I clasped my hands around Grayson’s shoulders and pulled him to his feet, drawing him into a tight embrace. I kissed him hard, harder than I ever had in my life.

“Yes, Grayson, yes!”