#intrest check I suppose

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You guys HAVE to be honest

Would anyone be interested if ever I set up a print/sticker shop? :)

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Hiiii💘 What about Young!Daryl Dixon and Fem!Reader in the amusement park. They are just started dating, this is one of their first dates. so at the beginning everything is pretty awkward. It can be fluff and humor at first. They have fun and fall more in love. Daryl wins a toy for Reader (like a teddy bear.) And she is so sooo happy. And he is so so sweet for her. (And then we get hot hot smut in the same amusement park. And Daryl just puts this toy in her mouth to she can’t make so much noise and they don’t out caught in the moment😇😇)

I think it’s can be an intresting idea for you. But I’m not sure you’re writing about the young Daryl, but I’m just in love with that boy. (Anyway, you can just write about no outbreak then.)

Thank you!

Stuffed and Stuffing | Daryl Dixon x Reader

synopsis: It was supposed to be a cute first date—cotton candy, rollercoasters, maybe a kiss or two. But Daryl Dixon, awkward and sweet with a deadly aim, wins you a teddy bear… and your heart.

Too bad he also wins a one-way ticket into your panties behind the photobooth.

Because nothing says young love like muffled moans, reckless hands, and a stuffed bear keeping your dirty little secret.

w/c: 6.4k

warnings: unprotected sex, p in v, creampie, mentions of pregnancy (reader imagines it), dirty talk, rough daryl, exhibitionism, public sex

a/n: i've received your requests and am working on all of them right now!! :) thank you for your ideas!!

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You’re already waiting outside the entrance gate when he pulls up—ten minutes early, nervous energy bubbling in your chest as you check your reflection one last time in the smudged screen of your phone. The air smells like fried food, kettle corn, and melted sugar, and the buzz of laughter and distant screams from the rides makes you bounce a little on your feet.

You spot his truck first, then him. Daryl climbs out of the driver’s seat, slamming the door behind him with a bit more force than necessary. He shoves his hands in the pockets of his jeans like he doesn’t quite know what to do with them. He’s wearing a dark flannel—one of the good ones, the one without holes or mystery stains—and his hair is freshly washed and a little damp near the ends.

God, he’s trying. You can tell.

And it makes your stomach flip in the softest way.

“You came,” you say, beaming as he approaches.

He huffs a laugh, eyes flicking down and then up again, like he doesn’t know where to look. “Yeah, well. You asked.”

You arch a brow. “That’s all it takes to get you out on a date? One question?”

“Nah,” he mutters, glancing at your outfit, then quickly looking away like it burns. “Only works when you’re the one askin’.”

You pretend not to swoon.

It’s still new between you two. There’s been texting. Flirting. Late-night diner conversations when you’re on break and he swings by for coffee he doesn’t really need. There was that time his hand brushed yours when you passed him his change, and he nearly jumped like he’d touched a live wire. But this—today—this is your first real date.

You nudge him lightly with your elbow as you two walk toward the entrance together. “You ever been to a theme park?”

He snorts. “Nah. Ain’t really my thing.”

“You mean you’ve never ridden a rollercoaster?”

“I mean I never paid to be thrown around like a rag doll.”

You laugh, and he grins like he’s proud of that reaction. His smile is crooked and shy, like he’s not used to wearing it in front of people, but you love it already.

Once inside the gates, the world explodes into chaos. Neon lights. Screaming kids. Blaring music. The hiss of hydraulics from rides and the chiming jingle of game booths.

Daryl tenses beside you almost instantly.

His eyes dart around the crowd like he’s keeping mental tabs on every possible escape route. You feel the shift in him, the way his shoulders square and his jaw locks. It’s a little protective, a little overwhelmed.

You reach out, casually brushing your hand against his.

He stiffens.

“Relax,” you tease gently. “It’s not the apocalypse. It’s cotton candy and bumper cars.”

“I know what it is,” he grumbles, not quite pulling his hand away. “Just ain’t used to this many people all smilin’ at once. Feels fake.”

You laugh again, because of course that’s his reaction. “So you’re a theme park hater and a cynic. Great.”

But your fingers tangle around his anyway, and this time he lets them.

You don’t even look at him. You just hold on.

And a beat later, he squeezes back.

You end up dragging him toward the boardwalk-style food court first, because the smell of funnel cake is too hard to ignore. While you browse the carts, you notice Daryl hovering close—very close. He sticks to your side like a shadow, like he’s afraid someone’s gonna try and snatch you up if he so much as blinks.

It’s kind of adorable, really.

You hold up a puff of bright blue cotton candy. “Want a bite?”

He looks at it like it personally insulted him.

“What the hell is that?”

“Sugar,” you say, laughing. “Fluffy sugar.”

He eyes it with deep suspicion. “Looks like insulation.”

You grin, plucking off a chunk and holding it out to him. “Just try it. You might like it.”

Daryl sighs through his nose, then leans forward, mouth brushing your fingers as he takes it. His lips barely graze your skin, but the touch is enough to send a little jolt through you.

Then he chews.

And instantly makes a face.

You nearly choke on your laughter. “Oh my god—”

“The hell is this?” he grumbles, wiping his tongue on the back of his hand like a cat who tasted soap. “It just… disappeared. Felt like spiderwebs in my mouth.”

You’re laughing so hard you have to brace yourself against the booth.

He watches you with narrowed eyes, but you can tell he’s not really mad. Not when your laughter makes his ears turn red. Not when his gaze keeps flicking down to your mouth like he’s trying to commit the sound to memory.

“You’re ridiculous,” you giggle, still wheezing.

“You’re mean,” he says, lips twitching.

“Oh, I’m mean?” You hold up another puff. “Want more?”

He groans and swats your hand away, but he’s smiling for real now—wider than you’ve ever seen.

And when you slip your hand back into his again, he doesn’t hesitate.

You end up dragging him toward the spinning teacups first.

It’s a childish choice, but the line is short and your energy is still riding the high of his reaction to cotton candy. Plus, there’s something a little tempting about watching him try not to get flustered while stuck in a tiny metal cup with you in his lap’s radius.

“C’mon,” you grin, tugging on his arm. “Ease into it. No drops, no loops. Just spinning.”

Daryl eyes the ride like it might personally offend him.

“Spinnin’s worse,” he mutters, but he follows you anyway. Always a beat behind. Always close.

You slide into the oversized cup and pat the spot beside you, watching as he squeezes in with his knees practically touching yours. The ride operator pulls the safety bar down, and Daryl grips it like it’s his last line of defense.

“Don’t say I didn’t warn ya,” he grumbles under his breath.

The ride starts, gentle at first. You’re both fine until you grab the center wheel and give it a sharp twist.

Daryl jerks, planting his feet wide and groaning. “You tryin’ to kill me?”

You’re laughing already, leaning into the spin as the cup picks up speed. The wind whips your hair back, and your hand accidentally brushes his thigh—solid muscle and denim, tense under your touch. You glance at him.

He’s watching you.

Not the ride. Not the blur of lights outside.

Just you.

His expression is all soft disbelief, like he doesn’t understand how he ended up here—with a girl like you, laughing like this, spinning in circles under carnival lights. And when you catch him staring, he doesn’t look away.

You smile, chest tight with something warm and blooming.

“You okay?” you ask, breathless from the spin and from the way he’s looking at you.

He nods, his mouth barely parting. “Yeah,” he murmurs. “Just didn’t know you could smile that big.”

You freeze for half a second.

Then smile even bigger.

The ride slows, and by the time you’re climbing out, you’re both dizzy and giggly and brushing against each other more than necessary. He steadies you with a hand at your waist, firm and instinctive.

“You sure you’ve never done this before?” you tease.

He grunts, leading you toward the snack stalls again. “Pretty sure.”

But you can tell—he doesn’t mind the spinning. Not when it means getting that close to you.

Next, it’s a rollercoaster.

Not the huge steel one that loops through the whole park. Just a medium-sized wooden one with fast turns and a few stomach-dropping dips.

Daryl insists he’s fine with it.

But the moment the lap bar comes down and you’re inching up that first steep climb, he mutters, “I swear, if this thing derails…”

You grab his hand and squeeze.

“You’ll be fine, tough guy.”

He doesn’t answer—but he doesn’t let go, either.

And when the drop comes, you scream, but he’s the one who lets out a strangled “shit!” that makes you burst into laughter mid-fall.

By the time you stumble out of the ride, windblown and red-faced, your hand’s still in his, and he’s laughing under his breath like he can’t believe he enjoyed it.

“You were scared,” you tease, bumping your shoulder against his.

He scoffs. “Wasn’t.”

“You screamed.”

“That weren’t screamin’. That was… war cry.”

You snort. “Sure, Dixon.”

He blushes again and tries to hide it behind a fake scowl, but you catch it anyway.

You stop at a stand to get curly fries next, both of you leaning on a bench under the glow of string lights. You hand him one, and he eats it thoughtfully.

“These are good,” he mumbles, almost surprised.

You hum, watching his expression. There’s salt on his fingers and a hint of grease on his lips, and your heart does a stupid flip-flop just from looking at him.

“What?” he asks, noticing.

“Nothing,” you lie.

But it’s not nothing.

It’s the way he sat beside you like it was natural. The way he wipes his hands on his jeans before touching anything. The way he watches the world like it might fall apart any second, but still lets you pull him right into the middle of it.

You’re falling. Quietly, surely, fully.

And you don’t even mind.

The sun dips lower, casting everything in that golden haze that makes everything feel softer—like the park was built just for moments like this.

You try the carousel next.

It’s a little cheesy, sure, but you like the idea of riding the painted horses and watching Daryl pretend not to enjoy it.

You pick the white one with a gold mane. Daryl stands beside you, one hand on the brass pole like he’s guarding it from the rest of the world. When the music starts and the horses move, he doesn’t get on. Just watches.

“You’re not gonna ride one?” you ask.

“Nah,” he says, eyes never leaving you. “This one’s yours.”

You tilt your head, grinning. “You gonna guard me the whole time?”

“‘Course,” he says, dead serious. “Ain’t lettin’ you fall.”

You don’t even care that your cheeks go hot.

When the ride ends, you hop off and immediately take his hand again. This time, he laces his fingers with yours without hesitation.

And for a guy who claims he’s never been to a theme park, he sure walks like someone who’s been doing it with you forever.

You round the corner near the games area, spotting the balloon pop booth. Your eyes light up. “Wanna win me somethin’?”

Daryl raises a brow. “What, like a stuffed animal?”

You nod, trying to look innocent. “A big one. Preferably a bear.”

He scoffs, but his smirk is already forming. “You askin’ me to show off?”

“Only a little,” you tease.

He pays for the darts, lines up his shot, and with that hyper-focused squint you’ve seen a dozen times—he nails the first balloon. Then the second. Then the third.

You gasp, jumping in place. “Oh my god, you’re actually good at this?!”

He doesn’t say anything. Just hands the employee the card and nods toward the biggest teddy bear on the rack.

It’s bigger than your torso, soft brown fur with a bow around its neck.

You squeal when they hand it over. “You did it!”

Daryl just shrugs, smug as hell. “Told ya. Show-off.”

You throw your arms around him, bear squished between your chests. “You’re such a softie.”

He mumbles something that sounds like “Only for you”, but you pretend not to hear it.

For now.

The noise fades around you as you slip away from the main stretch of the park.

The sun’s dipped low now, casting everything in amber and cotton-candy pink. A few lights flicker on around the food court, buzzing quietly overhead, and the air has that soft post-sunset chill to it that makes your skin perk just a little.

You find a bench tucked away in the corner, behind one of the empty concession stalls. Not exactly secluded—but quieter. Calmer. The kind of spot that feels like a secret.

Daryl follows you without a word.

He’s got the teddy bear tucked under one arm, and his free hand brushes yours now and then—fingertips grazing like they’re asking permission. Every time, you think about just grabbing it again, but for now, you just let the tension linger in the space between your bodies.

You plop down on the bench with a satisfied sigh, your head tilting back to stare at the dusky sky.

Daryl hovers for a second, like he’s not sure if he should sit that close. Then he finally drops beside you, legs spread, arms resting on his thighs.

“Think my spine’s still on that coaster,” he mutters, rubbing the back of his neck.

You laugh softly, leaning your shoulder into his. “You did great, Dixon.”

“Mm,” he hums, like he’s not convinced.

You watch the ferris wheel in the distance for a while—its slow, dreamy spin against the backdrop of stars just starting to poke through. The warm noise of the park still lingers faintly, but here in this pocket of quiet, it all feels a little unreal.

Like you’ve slipped into a softer version of the world.

“I’m really glad I came with you,” you say quietly.

Daryl looks over, eyes narrowing like he’s trying to figure out if you mean it.

You do.

“Yeah?” he mumbles.

You nod. “Been lookin’ forward to this all week. Probably longer.”

He ducks his head, lips twitching like he wants to smile but doesn’t know how to let it land on his face.

Then, still not meeting your eyes, he says, “Y’look real pretty when you laugh.”

It’s so quiet you almost miss it.

Your heart squeezes.

You turn to him, resting your chin on your shoulder to really look. His face is turned slightly away, but his eyes are flicking toward you—waiting, maybe, for a reaction. For a rejection.

You give him neither.

Instead, you lean in just a little closer.

“You make me laugh a lot,” you murmur.

He finally glances at you. His eyes are soft, impossibly blue in the glow of the overhead lights. There’s something vulnerable in the way he looks at you—like he’s still not sure if he deserves this. If he deserves you.

You tilt your head and brush your fingers over his wrist.

He freezes.

You can see the question in his eyes.

So you answer it.

Slowly, you lean in, letting the space between you collapse inch by inch. He meets you halfway—eyes fluttering shut just before your lips touch.

The kiss is hesitant, like he’s afraid he’s going to mess it up.

But god, it’s full of emotion. Like he’s been dying to do it. Like he’s thought about it too many times and never had the guts to try until now.

His lips are soft, a little chapped, and he tastes like cinnamon and fried food. His hand comes up to your face, tentative, fingers brushing against your cheek like he’s still making sure you’re real.

You sigh against him, tilting into the kiss.

It deepens slowly. Naturally.

You shift a little closer. One hand curls into the front of his shirt, the other slips around the back of his neck. You can feel the tension in his muscles, how tightly wound he is—but he doesn’t pull away. He leans in.

Your nose brushes his. You giggle against his mouth, drunk on the warmth of it, the giddy buzz behind your ribs.

He pulls back half an inch, smirking faintly.

“You tryna get me in trouble, girl?” he murmurs, voice low and thick.

You bite your lip, grinning. “Depends. Would you stop me if I was?”

His brow arches—amused and maybe just a little bit enchanted.

Then his hand slips to your waist, grounding. “Ain’t stoppin’ you from anything, darlin’.”

Your heart flutters, stupid and fast.

There’s a pause then—just long enough to let it all settle. To really feel the weight of the moment.

You glance at him again, brushing a stray strand of hair behind his ear.

“You nervous?” you ask softly.

His eyes drop to your mouth, then back up again. “Only ‘cause I ain’t never wanted anything to go right this bad before.”

And there it is.

That softness. That aching, honest thing buried deep in him. You feel it bloom between your ribs like warmth spreading through your whole chest.

You rest your head against his shoulder, the teddy bear now nestled in your lap, like you’ve both settled into something new. Something steady.

Daryl doesn’t say anything more.

But his hand stays at your waist, thumb brushing back and forth in slow, absent strokes.

And the world spins on—music and screams and cotton candy still lingering in the air—but here, in this quiet corner of it, you’re just two people falling for each other.

No noise.

No rush.

Just the truth of it, unfolding softly between stolen kisses and sunset skies.

Your fingers are interlaced as the two of you stroll along the quiet boardwalk tucked behind the older booths near the back of the amusement park.

They aren’t exactly forgotten—just aged. Worn wood, chipped paint, and flickering signs make these booths feel like remnants of a different time. Fewer people wander this far out, which only makes it easier for you and Daryl to feel like the world has folded into something smaller, softer. Just the two of you.

“C’mere.” You tug at his hand, guiding him toward a gray photo booth nestled between a shuttered ring toss game and a rusted prize wheel. The curtain squeaks as you pull it aside, and you step inside first, settling onto the narrow wooden bench in front of the screen.

Your reflection appears in the frame—grainy, lagging, pixelated—but still, you can’t imagine a more beautiful sight. You and him. Close. Almost glowing beneath the weak light of the camera.

You press the blinking Start button.

“At the count of three, look into the camera and smile!” chirps a robotic voice from the speaker, cheerful and clunky.

The countdown begins. You rise with a smile and settle gently onto Daryl’s lap, draping one arm around his shoulders. The motion is natural now—like you’ve been leaning into him your whole life. You turn his face to yours with a touch so light it’s almost reverent, your eyes locking on his lips.

His gaze drops to your mouth in the same breath, his expression softening.

And just as the final number blinks, you kiss him.

The flash goes off the moment your lips meet—his cinnamon, your sugar—and the taste of him is addictive, comforting, everything at once. The kiss deepens without warning, your back angling instinctively toward the camera as your hand moves to the back of his neck, drawing him closer.

The screen ticks down again.

You can hardly bring yourself to care.

He kisses you like he can’t get close enough, like he’s starved for it—for you. His hands slide to your waist, anchoring you to his lap as if daring the world to interrupt. Each breath grows heavier, each movement more urgent, and for a moment, the photobooth becomes your entire universe.

You break the kiss just long enough to rest your forehead against his, laughing through the softest smile you’ve ever worn.

Another flash.

You glance down, then back at him—his face lit up, cheeks faintly flushed, the kind of smile that carves warmth into your bones. Daryl’s grin stretches across his face, so uncharacteristically bright, you can’t help but feel like you’re seeing a part of him no one else ever has.

Then he leans in, lips brushing your neck, his breath warm and feather-light.

A giggle escapes you before you can stop it.

His mouth trails to your shoulder, then back to your neck, placing the softest, messiest kisses along your skin. You tilt your head away, trying not to laugh again, but you’re too ticklish and too giddy and too happy to care.

Just as you twist to the side in another burst of laughter—click. The final flash snaps.

You give him one last kiss—quick, but deep—and rise from his lap, a little breathless. You step out of the booth with your heart still hammering, reaching to grab the strip of printed photos sliding out from the side.

You hold them up like a prize, grinning like a schoolgirl.

Daryl’s arms wrap lazily around your waist from behind, chin settling on your shoulder as he peers over to look.

“That one’s my favorite,” he says, pointing to the last frame—where you’re laughing mid-turn, your eyes crinkled, mouth open, cheeks flushed with joy. Daryl’s looking up at you in that shot, eyes wide and heavy with something that looks a lot like awe.

“You look like a lost puppy,” you tease, nudging him with your elbow.

He huffs a laugh, low and soft, and presses a kiss just below your ear.

“Mmm… a lost puppy who finally found home,” he murmurs against your skin.

The words land like a punch and a kiss all at once.

A shiver dances down your spine, your heart stuttering in your chest. His mouth is warmer now, wetter, and his kisses begin to drag—slower, deeper, hungrier.

Your eyes flutter closed as his lips graze your throat again, then your collarbone. He nips gently, your body curling toward his as his hands trail up and down your sides—slow, searching, reverent.

Your breathing starts to shift—quicker, needier—until the rest of the world blurs out around you. All you can feel is him.

“C’mon, princess,” he rasps, tugging you gently by the hand.

You follow him behind the photobooth, tucked between the railings and the wooden wall. It’s dim, quiet—secluded in that perfect kind of way. The air back here is cooler, still, but the heat between you more than makes up for it.

You let your leg hook around his hip, and he immediately catches you—an arm curling behind your knee as he lifts you easily. His back presses into the wall, and your body molds to his.

He kisses you like he’s starving again—lips hungry, tongue bold, groans lost in the clash of teeth and breath and want. His hips roll instinctively, pressing against yours in a rhythm that sends sparks through every inch of you.

You whimper into his mouth, unable to hold back the desperate sounds clawing their way up your throat. His hand grips your thigh tighter. His mouth claims yours again.

And you know, without a shadow of a doubt, you’re done for.

He takes the teddy bear nestled under his arm, pushing it onto your mouth. "Shhh, baby..." He mutters against your ear, "Y'want the whole damn park hearin' you?"

The idea of people hearing just how good Daryl makes you feel has you grinding desperately on him. The man's eyes widen in surprise before an egotistic smirk glazes his lips.

"That what you want? Hmmm?" He paws at you, squeezing at your breasts, your hips, your waist. "Wanna let them people know how good I make ya feel?"

Your moans are muffled by the bear as you bite down onto its soft material. Your hips move on their own, grinding up and down at Daryl's crotch, a desperate attempt to relieve yourself no matter how little.

"You fill m'head, girl." He breathes out, hands slipping beneath your shirt, fingers hooking at your bra. "Y'drive me fuckin' crazy."

Your bra goes loose and undone, Daryl pushing it up along with your shirt. The cool air doesn't even register to you as Daryl's already taking your breast in his mouth, his hot, wet tongue tracing circles around your areola. He sucks gently on one his, releasing it with a pop before moving to the other one.

Throwing your head back onto the wall, a deep moan emerges from your chest as your clothed cunt tingles against his already hard member underneath his jeans. The both of you move like desperate teenagers, filled to the brim with hormones and desperation.

You grab the bear, squeezing onto it. "God," You breathe out, "Fucking fuck me already." You're met with a soft chuckle from Daryl.

"Love me a desperate slut." Daryl growls, blue eyes wild and hand frantic as he tries undoing his pants. You pull him closer by his shoulders, mouth hot and wanting and on him.

The second you feel his hands pull at your belt and jeans, you knew to push your hips back onto his. Feeling his naked cock hard and dripping against your stomach has your heart doing backflips and stuttering.

Daryl finally pulls at your jeans and panties, setting you down on your feet for a moment, allowing you to fully take it off before immediately lifting you up in his arms once again.

"C'mon, Dixon." You urge, impatient and ansty. "Make me yours." You breathe heavily, pulling him closer. The redneck smirks, his nose brushing against yours as he takes his time inspecting your face.

"Yer already mine, girl." He mutters as the feel of his tip pushing against your slick entrance. He isn't pushing—not yet, at least. It's like he's waiting for something; your confirmation.

No condoms and people could walk in on the both of you at anytime. You should really think this through. Like, really really think this through. But Daryl's face is filled with anticipation, and you couldn't help but let your birth control pills be enough of an excuse to let him.

So you do.

You bury your teeth on your lower lip, nodding. You see the flash in Daryl's eyes the second he recognizes your approval. Like a dog being thrown a bone, or a cat being handed an entire tub of catnip.

Daryl becomes animalistic. He pushes inside you with no hesitation, his cock so thick that your dripping cunt finds difficulty taking him in. He enters you slowly, filling you up, the stretch caused by him unbearably so full of pleasure your eyes are rolling back.

"'S it, babydoll. Take all o'me." He breathes out, craning his head back. He bottoms out inside of you, breathing heavily as he freezes inside you. Slowly letting out a satisfied breath, his eyes flutter shut.

Unable to control himself, Daryl begins pulling his hips back, leaving his tip inside you before roughly pushing his entire six inches back inside you.

You let out a cry full of pleasure, and another one when Daryl thrusts back into you, and another, and another—until you're a blabbing mess and Daryl can't help but rut inside you like an insatiable rabbit.

His thrusts are desperate and messy, obvious with his want pathetically dripping inside you. His grunts and whimpers fill your ears as your noises are muffled by the bear. Daryl's hands find their way on the backs of your thighs, pushing them against the wall, parting them even more as he tried to accommodate himself selfishly.

Your eyes roll back as a desperate moan is ripped from your chest, your hips moving on their own against Daryl. You grind your pulsing clit against his happy trail. You love that detail about him. You love seeing him shirtless because it gives you the excuse to oggle him, your eyes trailing down his torso and stomach as the light patch of hair he has slowly becomes darker and thicker before you lose sight of it underneath his pants.

Daryl fucks you like a man possessed, selfishly chasing after his high. You, on the other hand, can't help the jolt of electricity that shoots up your spine everytime the thought of him simply using you for his own pleasure crosses your mind.

Toes curling, eyes fluttering shut and nails digging into his strong shoulders as you jut your hips uncontrollably, about to reach your own high.

Like a couple of horny teens, you two grind and paw and kiss at each other, desperately chasing after your orgasms. It isn't until Daryl sinks his canines onto your shoulders, the pain searing the area that you finally come. Your walls clamp down tightly around him, forcing him into his own euphoria.

Daryl growls and huffs, hands squeezing your hips as he spills his aeed inside you, out of breath and out of his mind. His warm seed coats your insides, a sudden wave of pleasure washing over you at the thought of possibly bearing his child. The thought has you gasping for air, pulling him into an embrace with your eyes wide open and lips parted lightly.

You’ve never truly entertained the thought of having children before—never even let yourself go there. The idea always felt too far, too fragile, too risky. But now, wrapped up in the warmth of Daryl’s arms, his scent still lingering on your skin, the thought doesn’t scare you anymore. Not when he’s the father. Not when it’s him taking care of you through pregnancy, him protecting you, him providing for you and your child like it’s his life’s purpose.

Flashes of that imagined life start playing behind your eyelids like memories you haven’t lived yet.

A living room dimly lit by the glow of a fireplace, soft shadows dancing on the walls as you, Daryl, and your son are curled together beneath a worn quilt—safe, quiet, full. Another moment flickers in: Daryl crouched beside your son, gently correcting the way he holds a crossbow, patience in his voice as he teaches him how to aim. Then another—Daryl in the hospital room, blood on his shirt and tears in his eyes as he cradles your newborn, his large hands trembling as if afraid he’ll break something so small. You’re still panting, still aching from the labor, but watching him hold your child is what makes you cry.

It’s all so raw—bloody and messy and real. But it’s also radiant. Heavenly bright. So blindingly beautiful that it pierces through you, the image of Daryl’s proud smile melting every cold part of you, filling you with something too big to name. It overwhelms you. It unravels you.

And when he turns to you, panic overtakes his features at the sight of your tears.

“Shit,” he mutters, his voice rough with guilt. His palm instantly cups your cheek, thumb brushing under your eye as he frantically scans your face. “Fuck—did I hurt you? I’m sorry. Shit, I wasn’t thinkin’. I was only thinkin’ about myself, wasn’t I?”

You shake your head, a tear slipping free.

“No,” you whisper, finally meeting his eyes. “No, Daryl. You were perfect.”

You lean in slowly, tenderly, pressing your lips to his cheek. Then to the corner of his mouth. You linger there for a breath, for a heartbeat, before finally, finally kissing him—full and deep.

And Daryl exhales like he’s been holding his breath for years.

His hand at your cheek slips back into your hair, fingers curling there possessively as he returns the kiss with aching slowness. His lips are warm, soft but steady, like he’s savoring every second. Like he’s kissing you not just with his mouth, but with everything he has inside him.

He pulls you closer, his other arm wrapping around your waist and pressing your body against his. The contact sends goosebumps across your skin. You feel his heartbeat, strong and steady, syncing with yours as your mouths move together—unhurried, reverent, like prayer.

Your hands explore his chest, sliding up his neck, tracing his jaw, memorizing him. Daryl tilts his head to deepen the kiss, tongue brushing against yours with a low groan that vibrates straight through you. It’s not rushed. There’s no heat of lust behind it now—just love. Pure, undiluted love.

His hand strokes up your back, pausing between your shoulder blades. He breaks the kiss only to rest his forehead against yours, noses brushing, his breath shallow.

“I ain’t never felt this way,” he murmurs, voice barely audible. “Not ‘bout anyone. Not ever.”

You close your eyes, pressing your lips to his again—just once, softly.

“I know,” you whisper. “Me too.”

And there, in the quiet aftermath of everything, you kiss again and again. Like the world’s stopped turning just so you can remember what this feels like. So you can savor the moment where it’s just you, him, and a future that finally doesn’t feel so far away.

⋅───⊱༺ ♰ ༻⊰───⋅

Your heart is still racing.

Not the dizzy, jittery kind from rollercoasters or spinning teacups—but the kind that comes after whispered promises and breathless kisses in a tucked-away corner of a world that was too loud just minutes ago.

Your back presses to the cool wall of the photo booth as you fix your top, fingers fumbling slightly from the aftershocks of what just happened. You’re flushed and glowing, cheeks warm, knees still a little shaky. And you don’t even care. If anything, the pink in your skin makes you smile.

You glance over at Daryl, who’s wrestling with his belt like it personally offended him.

“Need help there, Dixon?” you tease, nudging him with your shoulder.

He grunts, not looking at you, but there’s a little smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Shut up.”

You laugh, breathy and soft, as you reach down to help him thread the leather back through the loops. Your fingers graze his stomach in the process, and you swear he sucks in a quiet breath—but doesn’t stop you.

Once his belt’s finally secured, he runs a hand through his hair and clears his throat like he’s trying to reset himself. You can see the slight red creeping up the back of his neck, and god—you’ve never wanted to kiss someone more in your life.

You lean into him again, resting your head briefly against his shoulder.

“Don’t worry,” you murmur, grinning. “I won’t tell anyone how you almost knocked over the booth.”

Daryl groans low, hiding his face in your hair. “You’re never gonna let that go, huh?”

“Nope.”

He pulls back just enough to reach down and grab the teddy bear—your teddy bear—that he won for you earlier. It’s a little wrinkled now, thanks to all the chaos, but when he hands it to you, there’s something almost… proud in his eyes. Like he’s quietly thrilled that you’re still holding onto it. That it means something.

You take it with both hands and squeeze it to your chest. “Best bear I ever got.”

He huffs, adjusting his shirt and pretending like he doesn’t care, even though he’s clearly watching you out of the corner of his eye. “Ain’t never gonna live that down either, am I?”

“Not a chance.”

⋅───⊱༺ ♰ ༻⊰───⋅

The walk back toward the main strip of the park is slower this time. There’s no rush now, no rides left to try or booths left to win. Just the quiet hum of overhead lights and the faint smell of popcorn in the air. It feels like the park is winding down with you—quieter now, more private, like it knows what kind of night it’s been.

You reach for Daryl’s hand without thinking, lacing your fingers through his. His calloused thumb brushes against your knuckles in a lazy rhythm, and for once, he doesn’t try to hide how much he likes it.

You rest your head against his shoulder as you walk, the teddy bear cradled in your free arm, and he shifts his arm just slightly—so your hands stay tucked comfortably between your bodies.

Neither of you says much for a while.

It’s the kind of silence that feels settled—like your bodies are still talking even if your mouths aren’t. The kind of quiet where the night air feels sweeter because of who you’re sharing it with.

Finally, you break it. “We still got time for funnel cake?”

Daryl glances at you, eyes soft. “You ain’t full yet?”

You shrug, all innocence. “Could make room.”

He exhales a breath that’s half laugh, half of course you could, and leads you toward the nearest stand. The lights are still on, the smell wafting like a promise. He orders without hesitation, pulls out a crumpled bill from his pocket, and hands it over like a man on a mission.

When the funnel cake arrives, he tears off a piece with his fingers and offers it to you wordlessly.

You bite it, sugar dusting your lips, and hum in delight. “Perfect.”

He tears another piece, this time brushing some of the powdered sugar from your mouth with his thumb before popping the bite into his own. “Too sweet,” he mutters.

“You’re just salty,” you grin.

“And you’re high on carnival sugar and adrenaline.”

“Is that a bad thing?”

He looks at you again—really looks. Eyes dark but soft. Then shakes his head slowly. “Nah. Think I like you like this.”

⋅───⊱༺ ♰ ༻⊰───⋅

When you finally make your way toward the park’s exit, it’s almost empty. A few stragglers wander by, couples hand in hand, kids slumped over their parents’ shoulders. Everything’s glowing dimmer now—like the lights themselves are yawning.

You’re still holding hands.

Still leaning into him like you belong there.

You stop just past the gate, standing in the soft orange glow of a flickering lamp post. You glance up at him, searching for something in his expression—and finding more than you ever expected.

It’s in the way he watches you, like he can’t believe you’re real.

Like he’s already replaying the night in his head, wanting to freeze every second.

“You ever goin’ on a normal date with me?” you ask quietly, teasing but earnest.

Daryl squints at you, skeptical. “You call this not normal?”

You arch a brow. “I mean, it did involve a photo booth makeout, a sneaky hookup behind it, and you almost having a mental breakdown on the rollercoaster.”

He shrugs, smirking. “Ain’t hearin’ a single complaint.”

You tilt your head. “So… this is your version of normal?”

He looks down at your interlocked hands, then back up at you—serious now, but not somber. Just open. Honest.

“…Guess not,” he murmurs.

Then, softer:

“Best damn night of my life.”

Your breath catches.

You stare at him for a moment longer, heart thudding against your ribs like it’s answering something unspoken. Then you smile, lean up on your toes, and kiss him once—slow and sweet—like you’re sealing the whole night in a ribbon and tucking it between your ribs.

When you pull back, he’s still watching you like he’s not quite sure how he got this lucky.

You squeeze his hand.

“Let’s go home.”

And this time, he lets you lead.

[yeiwo7]

Do I wanna know?

Summary: Training is fine, if it wasn't with the one guy you wanted the most. Yet, he? Would barely care about you, just awkwardly stoic and slightly distant. Almost everyone, but him, knows you love him.

Pairings: Fushiguro Megumi x Reader

Word Count: 4k

Genre: Fluff, one-sided love, foolish Megumi, Silly Gojo, training with the awkward boy, slight injuries, nothing serious, his doggos love you.

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Perhaps it was a terrible idea to sleep through an uncanny amount of alarms only to wake up a solid TEN minutes before morning training.

The schedules here were fuckass, students sort of had a clue on what will happen, although much of the activities mattered on the teacher's—*cough cough* Gojo's—mood. On this refined morning, where even the Sin decided to sleep in behind greying blankets of plush, cloud warmth with the silky wind gently fanning his face.

Freshening up as much as you could, more like lamenting and dreading this day's possible events as you brushed your teeth, gazing into your own tored eyes.

It hasn't even been long since you enrolled here, yet the people are suprisingly easy to get along with—I mean, after a few rounds of life-or-death missions—who wouldn't feel close to their comrades? After sharing blood, sweat and intresting insults towards botched faced curses.

At first, they were all pretty intimidating. All except for that pink headed guy who bears odd reseblence to Togepi.

Took a while longer to fully warm up to the rest of them, it was quite the challenge especially with that D1 yapper Mr.Onigiriismywholepersonality upperclassmen.

However, the most challenging individual out of them all was none other than that supposed pretty prodigé.

Leaving your room, to down a quick glass of chilled water before having to deal with everyone. Procrastinating till the very end, not that it would mstter bring a few minutes late anyways, what's the worst that could happen?

Peaking your head over the side, spying on the training grounds to check if anyone was there, although the steady bickering had given that away long before you even had to reach the mere dreadful vicinity of the training grounds—which weren't even bad—you just were not the most athletic person, so obviously one would not be fond of such a  sweaty places.

Humming in confirmation to yourself that that beloved teacher isn't there, yet. Ready to tirn on your heel, to walk back into the kitchen for another glass of water, or to grab your phone from your room, although by then you would be terribly late, a certain stern sisterly voice called out to you.

Groaning in defeat, as your legs automatically U-turn and head down the steps to greet the rest. Posture slouched and still rubbing your eyes awake to better see their bullshit in HD quality.

The first to greet you was the overly friendly Itadori Yuuji, without his help you'd still be a reclusive hermit. Tackling you into a hug, as the two of you almost tumbme over fron the sleed of which he ran to hug you.

Then peeling this boy off of you was none other than your shining knight in pearl armour; Kugisaki Nobara. An older sister figure alongside Maki, they doted on you in their own ways. Nobara always dragged you out of your room to socialise, while Maki helped tremendously with your training and physique. She taught you most of the moves you could probably pull off.

Almost obsorbing you into their arguement, slipping out you stood listlessly beside the two, awkwardly positioning yourself next to the king of nonchalance, which is a huge ass fucking LIE, Megumi Fushiguro.

It was the only safe spot truly. Not that he would protect you from the other two or anything, no, nah, not at alll. He's rather awkward, the air is always stiff when the two of you are near each other. It's unbareable.

He always stands so tall, with his head helf high, oddly sharp jaw which goes into contrast with his soft cheeks that one would simply have to resist taking a bite out of. Although that would be impossible, it's like Eve taking the apple. His eyes trail after the rather reckless bodies which were currently having their own pre-spar showdown, throwing words around haphazardly. Such pleasant blue eyes, not as intense as Sensei's, but lulling enough to have you swim for longer than necesssry.

There it is. That deep voice of his. At first, it sounded fake. So fake infact you had asked the others about it and they replied it's just how he is...and yes, that's his real voice. He had muttered a "Good morning" under his breath and shuffled a little further away from you.

To you? It had ways been like that, for the past six? seven? months you had known him he's always been so distant and quick to pull away. Not one to speak to you in group, let alone single settings. He would rather the abyssal silence deafen both of your ears than to ask a simple question or to engage in useless small talk. Never maintaining eye contact. What's worse is he wouldn't even look at you when you speak. Just gazes in the opposite direction, as if anything else could be more intresting than what you have to say.

To him? His life is on the line right now. If he stood statue-esq, still as a tree on a windless day his cover would have blown. It's a miracle how the other teo have yet to figure it out, although he would rather "WITH HIS TREASURE, I SUMMON" than to actually tell his closest friends that the blush that shamelessly spreads across his cheeks are not from the running, or sparring. That when he looses his breath, or words, it's not because he's tired, but because he is distracted. All too caught up in the way his brain slowly processes the way you stare at him.

It has him short-circuit. He is done for.

The last thing he needs is to be put on the same missions as you, or to be in your general space for longer than a minute without an escape route—because trust me when I say—he will combust.

The first few days he was iffy and weirded out by you. Why did you demand this almost foreign feeling from him? He felt worried, yet the more he was able to diagnose his cause, the worse his syptoms became.

Then the beloved teacher spawned out of no-where. He wore casual clothes, ditching that crusty, sweaty blindfold for some crisp vision. "GOOD MORNING CHILDREN!" He beamed, appearing right behind Fushiguro, who seemed to have been dozing off. Scaring his own son a little in the morning.

"GOOD MORNING, GOJO SENSEI!" Only one person had the mental capacity to match this beaming teacher's morning energy. Pretty sure they both had less than three hours of sleep, collectively.

The rest of us groaned a greeting with a pleasant smile. He stood next to the pretty guy, so of course he was in your line of sight. Not your fault that while muting out whatever Gojo sensei was saying, observing the boy infront of you.

If only you noticed that someone else seemed to have taken note of this one-sided affair.

Clapping his hands, the teacher announced. "Alright kids, now as for your morning training you will have to spar with the person I assign you too!" He grinned, heavily emphasizing that I.

Meguni felt this growing dread blooming in his chest. Huffing to himself, already aware that his fate has been sealed.

Gojo did a beautiful pirouette pointing both  hands to Yuuji's direction, who was jumling and popping off the ground. Then, his hands panned from the kid who's probably high on some drug to...

Megumi's heart dropped, Nobara chuckled and the next you felt was the ground swallowing you whole with an extra added weight burying you.

While you lay, pushing and bickering with Yuuji on the ground, Gojo and Nobara shared a knowing look then glanced towards Fushiguro. Who seemed awfully stiff, jaw clenched and eyes spilling more emotion than normal.

Walking up to him, Nobara patted gis shoulder. "Don't worry, bro, I feel ya."

He shot her a rather confused look. To which she remarked. "Oh, shut up-"

"I haven't even said anything."

"Doesn't matter. I wanted to be paired with heeerrrr." She whined. An oscar winning actress.

Meanwhile, Yuuji pushed himself off of you, offering a hand to help you up. Glaring him down. Standing up on your own and crossing your arms had him shaking your shoulders, apologies spilling from his mouth, until he promised something he would inevitably regret later.

Now his shoulders slouched, as he stood a few feet away, facing you. "No, wait! I take that back-"

"No take backs! You PROMISED that you'll sing and dance to any song I choose." You stood triumphantly, hands on your hips, grinning at his forseen demise.

All the while Yuuji groaned, long and drawn out in a drained sing song voice. "There goes my dignityyy~" Then the teacher clapped again, commencing the training session.

After an hour of getting your ass handed to you by Yuuji, who just giggled everytime you threw an insult at him. "WHAT THE HELL-" He shrieked.

Oh, how the turns have tabled. You chased him down. Tackling him onto the ground and perching yourself onto his back. Now it was your body weight burying him face first into

the dirt.

"Oh, c'mooonnn! I'm dying down here! You're kinda heav-AH! M'SORRY" Yuuji screamed, begging for his life after you slapped his ass really hard.

"Aww, what's that? Can't hear you." You chuckled, feeling content with this session. Between the two of you, it was obvious that Yuuji was stronger physically with his freakish inhumae strength, yet he always held a soft spot training with you. Not with Nobara or Maki though, he won't ever admit it, but he's scared to shit from them. He's afraid of you too, just can't help being nicer. He sees you like a younger sister, someone to protect. Unlike Maki and Nobara, who are strictly older sisters.

Now, by routine there would be a thrity minute break then partner swap. Chugging some water and doing streches with Nobara, while arguing with Yuuji in the shade is a comforting dream.

Yuuji, sparked up. "OH! Speaking of breakfasts," he giggled devilishly, nudging Megumi's side. "Me and Fushiguro, here, were discussing what I should eat this morning and he said that I should eat some of that blue box cereal-"

Pondering out loud, you muttered. "Blue boxed cereal...Wait, isn't that Nobara's favourite-"

She lunged at him, pulling his left ear. "SO, YOU'RE THE REASON WHY MY CEREAL'S BEEN FINISHING QUICKER, HUH?" She reprimanded, veins popping.

"WHAT? ME?" He pitched his voice higher, clearly offended by this accusation. Soon, that defense dissolved unto whining. "I literally tried it todaaayyyy, it was Fushiguro who reccomended it to me!"

She sent a glare his way, to which Fushiguro raised both hands feigning innocence. "Before you rip my ears off, it wasn't me." His smoother voice was laced with an underlying of mischief. Then, he pointed his left index towards you. "Saw her on multiple occasions, though."

Your heart rate increased by an unnatural speed when he loomed at you with that mean look swirling in his eyes. 'Why's he doing this?' You thought, as blush brushed upon the plump of your cheeks as you sheepishly smile at Nobara.

Trying your best to play it off by adopting a sarcastic tone. "Oh no~ The scheme's up." Extending your hands towards Nobara, wrists facing up ready to be cuffed.

She turned to look you up and down before concluding to lay onto your lap. "She can, you two can't-"

"THAT'S UNFAAIRR!"

"Oh, shut it you whiny baby. You're just jealous of me, Itadori. I have won the favour of our Queen Nobara."

"She's right."

"Oh c'moonn, not you too Fushiguro!"

"Since you kids seem to be getting along so well, time for round 2! However, it'll be boring if we just throw some fists around, so how about this? There'll be two teams so~ Nobara and Megumi are the hunters, or seekers I guess, and you two will be the prey." Mr.crustyblindfold spawned out of no where, like a sudden announcement.

He ruffled my hair and handed me a slip of paper. Then he walked over to Yuuji and handed him a slip of paper. Although it looked more like a talisman of sorts, imbued with cursed energy.  "Hunters have to destroy the paper slip before the end of round one, which will last an hour. You kids have the whole of jujutsu tech to run around in. Prey have a head start of one minute..." Drawing his voice out, he checked the time and the phone flashed 9.30AM. "Timer starts NOW!"

Your steps faltered, watching Yuuji take off you made booked it. Sprinting after him, although you had started with a delay, somehow you have surpassed him to the point that you have no fucking clue where you are. The woods surrounding this school aren't nightmare-ish, just dense.

Deciding that you've run enough, it was time to rest up. Too tired to climb a tree, you decided it was best to just hide behind a thick trunk of wood in some bushes and wait it out. The aim was to last an hour, there's still time right? Besides, it felt like you'd been running for atleast five minutes, so a little rest wouldn't hurt.

Crouching down, you made sure to be well hidden. Feeling your pockets for your phone to check the time. "Fuck, it's in charging." Groaning, you rolled your eyes and slumped against this hunk of wood. Muttering to yourself, since a yapper never rests. "They'll probably agree on sending Nobara after me anyways...heh, she'd have a hard-time finding me." You dozed off.

Thirty minutes ago, Gojo had let the hunters free shortly after the two of you. "Alright, Fushiguro, here's the plan: I'll go after Yuuji, since she'd probably expect me to go and look for her, so strategically it would be great to have the element of surprise." Nobara pitched the idea as the two were jogging into the woods.

"Alright, but, uh..."

"Something wrong?"

"I, uh...no, not really. He didn't say anything about not using our cursed techniques, right? I'll have the demon dogs search with us." The two dogs emerged from the shadows and ran off in roughly the same, straight direction.

"Right! Ha, this'll be easy."

The two jog in some more awkward silence. Mainly both were scanning the area around for any trace of clue pointing to a certain direction.

Nobara thought the timing would be right. "Y'know, I've been meaning to ask you, why are you so cold with her? Well, not exactly cold—don't give me that look—more like distant? You like her or something?"

The answer he had prepared as rebuttal sank deep back into his throat. Suddenly, he felt naked, embarresment creeping up his neck.

His silence was enough an answer.

"Hmm, some advice on how to win her over, talk to her and behave like you want her, but not in a creepy way."

He just stared at her in disbelief. Did she think he was an alien or someone that's never been inlove before? "It's not my first time, y'know? I've seen enough examples in movies, documentaries and stuff."

In full earnesty, she gawked. "Really? You?" Laughing, before noticing that the black dog headed left, while the white one seemed to have dissapeared into some bushes.

The two hunters parted ways.

Trailing after his divine dog, mind wandering to that enchanting smile that graced those, slightly dry, plush lips. Such lively joy in your eyes, your voice was a dangerous weapon to his solidarity. What bothered him lots, was how he wasn't the one to make you smile or laugh.

He never could.

Anytime he would try to start a conversation or just simply greet you his voice would crack and the scentences would die mid talking.

He hated it.

Hated how incapable he was.

He wanted to jump onto you and embrace you like that. To practise training and spar with you for an hour would be a blessing.

Gojo sensei had sent the two of you on missions before, but each time you would talk to him, all he could muster were short answers. Because Megumi knew himself enough to not give away his dignity. Make a fool out of himself, by stammering at the mere mention of his name through hour lips.

He could barely make eye contact with you because Megumi knew that you would see just how much he yearns for your love.

Yet he feels so sour when Yuuji ends up being the one to make you laugh. Goofs off with you, gets tk talk to you without stammering or getting shy.

Why isn't Yuuji affevted by yoir sheer besuty?

Megumi would never understand amd doesnt want Yuuji to ever understand the idea of being yoir boyfriend.

That was Megumi's dekusion, and his alone.

An odd stirring of leaves and breathing could be heard from beside.

You felt a cold tip nudging into your cheek, stirring you awake. Ready to scream, your fight of flight response kicking in jumping up from out of the bushes, only to catch a glimpse of the creature that woke you up. It was one of Fushiguro's shikigami.

Leaning a little forward to observe the wolf? a bit more. Watching as it approaches you, licks your hand and circles around your feet happily.

A childish, giddy joy bubbled within your heart...until the bubbles popped as you heard footsteps approaching. You cursed yourself out internally. 'Nobara? No...if the shikigami are here then that means...fuck.'

Ready to break into another sprint, it was as if the puppy had read your mind it halted your movements, slowing you down. That smart doggo was swirling between your legs and circling you too many times, worrying you about stepping on its paw.

The footsteps drew nearer and nearer and you were ready to accept fate as is, until an idea sparked. 'What if I attack first?' Waiting for the right moment of him nearing you.

You threw a jab at him, which he dodged with ease. He threw punches and tried kicking you just as many times as you kicked him. Everytime he stepped closer you took three steps back.

After one successful dodge, your shoe got stuck on a protruding root, causing you to fall onto your back banging your head against the ground and accidentally scraping your hand against some really harsh terrain which made them hurt and bruised.

Megumi sat himself down onto your thighs, to restrict movement. Leaning himself forward he extended a hand, palm facing up.

His face had redened insanely. He pointed his index up first. "We can take this the easy way," blush crept onto his cheeks. "or the hard way."

"Try me." You smirked, leaning in closer to him, while gripping that paper in your hands. He scooched further up your body, freeing your legs. Now he wasn't using your body like some cushion.

He simply leaned in so close you could feel his breath fanning your face. He tickled you a little on the sides, which was enough to let go of your hands as upright supports, allowing him to push you into the ground, hands pinned above your head. "You love playing with me, don'tcha?" Megumi whispered.

You were stunned beyond belief. Was this really the Fushiguro you knew? Stammering a confused. "W-What?" The air felt so warm all of a sudden.

"I-uhm, fuck, erm...could you give me the paper, please?"

"This slip? No." You smiled at his bashful face, even on top of you, he looked graceful. His voice was so soft you would squish his cheeks.

He freed one of his own hands, holding you down with his left, while poking around inside your little fist with his right. "C'mon~ open up."

"Were you always this talkative?" The silence felt odd.

"Yeah"

"Why do you always avoid me?"

This question caught him off guard, glancing down at your adoring face he felt himself shrink, his dignity shrivel up into a paper ball to be thrown into the trash. "I..."

Taking this as the perfect opportunity, you swiftly wrapped you legs around his waist and tumbled to the side.

He let out a gasp, watching you sit on top of him, positioning yourself on his lap.

He sat up.

Finally freeing you hands, you were about to get up, until you felt his arms hold onto your waist. It was a soft grab, a caress, nothing forceful and harsh, he just held onto you

It would be a lie if he said he was fine.

A lie if his heart wasn't about to combust on site.

A lie, if he said that he didn't want to kiss you, hold your cheeks dearly, wake up in your embrace, and lull you to sleep.

He has dreamed of such impossibilities since the day he learned of your name. He's been taking literal notes about your interests, your habits, things you want in a partner, everything.

"Fuuckkk, I don't know what's wrong with me these days, I just know that you're the cause."

"...so you think I'm your problem?" Serving a judgmental side-eye.

"Pretty much." His blue eyes bore into your soul with an underlying yearnful look that had you weak in the knees.

"Elaborate, would you?"

"Huh? Sure, i mean uhm..." He wondered, for a bit, on whether he should or not, but at this point he is desperate and whipped. "I feel extra warm and bothered on the inside, makes me feel jealous of the most random shit and you're like a mind infection."

You giggle, tilting your head to question him. He was blushing hard. "Mind infection? Hm, I guess you're also a mind infection to me. All I can think about is you and what I could talk to you about that wouldn't bore you, what your preferences are and stuff."

"Well..."Fushiguro got flustered. Gasping from shock, you teased him. He hid his bashful face in the crook of your neck, embracing. "I like listening to rock and reading non-fiction."

"Oh, I like reading, too! And besides, I love listening to you talk about those stupid games and nerdy stuff you read. You could never bore me, for all I care, you can talk about those silly idols and I would still listen."

You sat there, amazed at his beautiful voice. "This is probably the most you've ever spoken to me! Wow, you're finally being kind again."

"Damn it, m'sorry if I've been a douchebag. I have a hard tine trying to express myself and you are quite the threat to my mind and heart."

"I can tell, it's alright. I'm not good at it either." With the paper in your left hand, caressing his face with your right.

Megumi started gently kissing the skin of your neck, occasionally slipping a few praises and softly exhaling.

A distraction tactic.

As he slid his long, slender fingers into your fisted right hand, prying them apart and tearing that piece of paper with a little bit of force.

You gasped in shock as he smiled against your neck, lifting his head up leaning in so close that the tip of your noses touch.

"I win. You loose."

"Back to short sentences, are we?-Ow! My hands hurt because of you."

"I'll take you to Shoko-san then. First, get off of me."

"Yeah, I would, if you'd let go of me first."

He gasped a little 'oh' and murmured an "Ah, oopsie~" before letting you get up to pet his divine dog. He stood up and leisurely started walking back towards the school, hands in his pockets, with you in tow. 

After a few minutes of peaceful quiet walking it finally fucking clicked for you.

"Holy shit, did we just confess?"

"I guess, yeah...I don't know if I wanna know your answer yet."You felt your heart shatter a bit. "How about we get to know each other first, hm?" He continued reasoning. Hearing the footsteps gallop behind him, he turned to face you. "Then again, I'll probably still be too busy being enamoured by you, so you shouldn't worry much." He pinched your cheek and walked off, leaving you in a whirlwind of confused emotions.

[lilacprincess7]

hi!! good luck with your exams <3 i had to send this request in case i forgot it haha

can you write something about 7-9-14 from the fluff/ angst with pedri

maybe the reader is a model/actress and she doesn't tell him so as not to worry him but he hears it from the media/his friends to see her with a bandage on her leg and something

sorry for mistakes english is not my first language!!

"Runway stress"

summary: in which you hurt your ankle after trying out some high heels of a new designer and everything goes wrong

prompts: 'I'm coming to get you stay there' x 'We need to change your bandages soon' x 'Hey... HEY don't move too much you haven't healed yet'

a/n: this is so cute as an idea, thank u for the req and the wishes!, not throwing any shade to gucci or anything I just liked the pic

warnings: hurt ankle, bandages, idk what else, mentions of Y/n (Y/n/n means your nickname)

It was supposed to be just another day at work. Key word: supposed. Your manager, Jemma, she had called you in to talk about a new brand deal, see if you were intrested and try out a fw pieces they sent as a PR gift.

You knew nothing of the brand, its designers or any other models associate with them but you didn't pay much attention, although it was quite odd. Those were the thoughts running through your mind as you entered the building your team worked in.

"Jemma, I'm here girl, where are you?" you asked,

"Backstage Y/n/n" you heard her shout

Half an hour later you were ready to try out what must be considered as an entire collection of the brand. You took your time going through everything they sent over. Dresses, skirts, shirts, jackets, bags. It had been at least five hours during which Jemma, Emmy -your main photographer-, Pauline -your make-up artist-, Maria -your content producer- and Sofia -your hair stylist- were sitting on the couches of the try-out room and watched you do a mini runway.

They always helped you make such decisions. Different factors always shown on those conversations. Jemma was more concerned about your part of the deal. Pauline and Sofia made sure you chose deals that associated your name with the aesthetics, the high-end tailors. Emmy and Maria took into account how you were porteyed. All of them always cared about you as a person and made sure you were comfortable.

Right now though, comfort had left the chat. The moment you started walking with those heels on disaster struck. You were always the opposite of clumsy, so to say the girls were shocked to see you twist you ankle and fall so messily on the floor was a worrying sight.

"Ahh fuck... it hurts.. it hurts so bad... hmm" these were some stiletos straight from hell for sure.

Jemma, ever the collected one, fetched some ice.

"I think it's swelling a bit. Maybe we should take you to a hospital..." Maria expressed

"I think a quick scan is the best. It could get worse if it's a serious injury and we didn't take care of it properly... Besides, Pedri is going to be pissed if he learns we didn't take care of his woman..." Pauline continued

Sofia helped you sit on the couch while Jemma helped you out of those awful shoes. The girls helped you change quickly and took you to the hospital for an x-ray.

To say your friends were overeacting was minimal. The moment your ankle twisted, yes you admitted it hurt. Right now though, a good two hours after, you couldn't feel something problematic. Your foot moved normaly and without any pain.

None the less, the doctors confirmed through the x-ray that it wasn't broken or fractured. It was just a bit damaged. They said that you should just be cautious for the next couple of weeks and that if you felt it getting worse to come back for a check-up.

You left the with a bandaged ankle but wearing both shoes. You decided that your boyfriend was best kept in the dark about this. He would babysit you constantly and you couldn't deal with that right now.

Unfortunately, luck had other plans for you. In the entrance of the hospital stood none other than Ferran. Great. Just great. How were you gonna cover this one up?

"Hey Y/n, everything okay?"

"Yeah, just a check up you know? You?"

"My cousin gave birth last night and I'm waiting to see her and my niece!"

"Ohh, I'm happy for you! Give her my wishes!" you replied as you walked slowly to your car that Jemma had driven here.

"Will do!" he responded and headed inside.

You thought you had managed to hide the injury pretty good but you ended up being wrong. The first thing Ferran did upon re-entering the hospital was to call Pedri.

"Pedrito!"

"Tirburon!"

"Mi amigo, what happened to your girl?"

"What do you mean?"

"I saw her in the hospital. She was limping and I could see a bandage covering her ankle. Albeit, she was hiding it quite a bit, I still saw."

"I don't know what happened but I'm coming to pick her up. Thanks shark"

"Any time.. Got to go! See ya tomorrow!"

"Yep, thanks again"

"Don't mention it!"

And at that they hang up.

"What do you think you are about to do? Tell me baby..." he said as you picked up the phone

"Wha-at do you mean?" you played dump, both of you knew.

"Baby, I know your injured. Please just please let me get you home. You shouldn't drive."

"I admit I shouldn't drive. You are right."

"I'm coming to get you, stay there amor"

"Okay, okay. I'm waiting for you..."

You were completely right about your boyfriend's behaviour. The moment he saw your ankle bandaged up, he decided that until you were back to full health he would help you with everything.

Don't get me wrong. He was really sweet and what he did actually helped. He got you to lean on him so you wouldn't have to put to much weight or limp your way around the house. You admitted thougth that he was kind of restless due to the matter.

That same night, both of you had trouble falling asleep. Him because he was anxious about your foot and you because he wouldn't stop moving.

"Pepi...why are you movin' so much..?" you asked groggily, barely awake

"I can't sleep amor.." he admitted as he turned around to look at you, the light of the moon hitting you in the face, making you look every bit of the goddess you were.

"Why? Are you feeling okay?" you questioned him, wanting to make sure of his well-being

"I'm not okay... because you are not okay and I don't know how to help... and I feel useless"

You leaned in towards him but winced a bit from the movement.

"Hey... HEY don't move too much you haven't healed yet, amor be careful"

"Shh Pepi, it's fine. It's something minor not something you should lose sleep over...come on lean on me and relax. I'm fine and I'll wake you up if I need anything I promise..."

With a sign, he leaned closer to you and let his head fall in the crook of your neck. He still waited until you fell asleep to close his eyes but you could feel that he had eased up and that he was calm enough to fall asleep himself.

When next morning rolled around, he was much the same anxious ball of tame protectiveness.

"Hermosa.. we need to change your bandages soon"

"I know guapo, I know. Let me shower first and then we will change them"

"There is no way you are showering with that ankle. At least not on your own..."

"I like that preposition Pepi" you teased, knowing there was no way he would agree while you were hurt, even though it was in no way connected.

"Don't let such ideas on your head amor, we will actually just shower..."

"Okay okay, lead the way.." you said as a smile blossomed on your lips.

He was so attentive to your every need. So caring, so calm about it all. So level-headed. He knew exactly how to help, what to do and what not to do. You fell even more in love with him because of it.

[e-hv]

Why II

This is a repost cause i deleted all my fics

Major warning if you have mommy issues or daddy issues or parental neglect issues pls do not read this

and if you do read this pls don't blame me for anything, including but not limited to excessive crying/sobbing, a depression slump/ wanting to kill someone or anything else

Or if you're name Sarah

part 1

Alexia Putellas X Child!Reader

Tw: Negelct, Angst

Summary: Why did she not try

Why didn't I make the effort to acknowledge you, or even offer a simple greeting, when all you wanted was a moment of recognition?

Alexia was back from Elena’s high school graduation when she saw the Envelope on the dining table, mark with her name on it, she was going to open it when she realized it was your handwriting. She rolled her eyes thinking it was one of your notes, asking her to spend time with you or something similar. She threw the envelope into the bin and started looking through her email. The sky soon turned dark, she realized she hasn’t seen you since she came back which was unusual since you were always clinging to her like a lost puppy. She was going to order take out for both of you, when she recieved a text from Elena asking her if she wanted to celebrate her graduation with dinner, she texted her back saying yes, and called you to come down so she could give you money for your dinner. When you didn’t reply her or rush down she just left the money on the counter and went out for dinner. When she came back the lights were still on, she thought nothing of me until she saw that the money she left you was left untouched. She walked up stairs and open the door, noticing your barren room. She decided to call you, but all she heard was,

"Thank you for calling. The number you have reached has been disconnected or is no longer in service. We apologize for any inconvenience this may cause. Please check the number and try your call again. Thank you.”

Since when did your number change she thought, she wanted to ask your friends if they knew where you were but she realized she didn’t even know who they were. Then she remembered the letter that she envelope that she threw to the bin,

When she opened the envelope and read the letter, she felt empty she didn’t know why, she thought would be happy wouldn’t she after all she had been pushing you away all this time. So she set the letter down, change into her evening gown and went to sleep. But as the weeks past, she felt the empty feeling grow into a pit in her heart. She started missing the notes you left, the way you would smile when she talked to you, the warmth of your presence in the house. She missed the little moments that she had taken for granted.

As more a month flash by she started trying to look for you after all you couldn’t have gotten that for right. She decided to go to your room trying to find anything that could lead her to where youu went instead she found, a book, she then remebered that in your letter you wrote that you were excited that you made it into the school's football team. When she first read it she was confuse as she never remembered you even taking an intrest in football. But after she saw the book she realized you did indeed tell her you make it to the football team, it was also the day she was supposed to fetch you from school as you had been begging her to for a long time, so she just said yes. Hoping you would stop pestering her, she didn’t fetch you that day, and instead of giving you an explanation, she just ignored you when you told her your exciting news, and told you she would talk about it over dinner, which she also missed.

She then remembered all the other times you tried talking to her, yet she just regarded you as a pest, wanting you to just stop. How she regrets it now, as all she wanted was for you to come back through the front door and hug her telling her you change your mind. And she would make up for all the times she dismissed you. However it didn’t happen you didn’t walk in, the house was still missing your presence, and the emptiness lingered in every corner.

Alexia couldn't shake off the overwhelming guilt that consumed her. She realized how she had neglected you, how she had failed to offer even a simple acknowledgment of your existence, let alone celebrate your achievements and share in your excitement.

As she sat in your barren room, holding onto the book that held a piece of your excitement and dreams, she couldn't help but feel the weight of her own shortcomings as a mother. She wished she could turn back time, to undo the hurt she had caused you, to be the supportive and loving mother you deserved.

But no amount of regret could change the fact that you were gone, that she had lost the chance to make things right. The realization hit her like a wave, crashing down on her with a force she couldn't bear.

Tears streamed down Alexia's face as she clutched onto the book, her heart aching with the longing for your presence, for another chance to show you that she cared.

Why did I neglect the most fundamental tasks you asked of me, yet expect you to readily assist me in my every request?

She was still trying to look for you when she, reread your letter for the hundred time, she read the part where you said that you asked if you could go to the arcade with your friends and that you’ve always bent over backwards to fulfill her every request. She recalled the times, she would asked you to help her buy things before and during team building and didn’t even ask you if you wanted to join, instead reminding you that you had to help her clean up after it ended. She then remembered all the times you ask her if she could go to the beach with you, or attend your concert or events and she said she was busy.

She remembered how she always seemed to prioritize her own needs and desires over yours, expecting you to readily assist her in every request without considering your own wishes and feelings.

The weight of her negligence and selfishness hit her like a ton of bricks. She realized how she had taken you for granted, how she had failed to see the love and effort you were pouring into your relationship with her, only to be met with indifference and neglect in return.

Alexia's heart ached with the realization of her own hypocrisy. How could she have expected you to be there for her when she couldn't even spare a moment to acknowledge your needs and desires?

Why couldn’t she had just try to make time for you maybe then you would still be here with her, she thought as she was holding back tears telling herself she didn’t deserved to feel sad as it was all her fault.

Why was I consistently absent from your most significant moments, offering nothing but hollow excuses in return?

Alexia now had a routine go to training or a match and comeback home to try to look for you. The only times it ever change was when she had an away game even then, she checked the camera that she installed in the front door ( incase you came back and she wasn’t there) religiously. When she checked her phone she saw a message from Elena, she ignored it as now every time she saw it she saw a message from her she only remembers the fact that she missed your primary school graduation even though she promised you. Or the fact she always said that she had to help Elena with something and missed your milestones and important moments. She remembered all the reasons she thought was good reasons that now she realized was pitiful excuses.

All the times she said she was busy, and the way your eyes dimmed but you still hugged her and said it was okay. She wondered how much she hurt you but didn’t realized or more accurately was to busy to care.

And you... why didn't you question me when I stopped paying attention to you?

She found a photo album titled 2019 summer road trip, she didn’t remember going on any road trip before, when she opened the album she saw a photo of you in a car, she then remembered of the week she didn’t see you at all. And when she did you asked her if she wanted to ask you anything and she just ignored you thinking it was one of your antics. Turned out you had gone on a road trip for a week, and she didn’t even realized. She wondered why you didn’t ask her if she notice but you did in fact try to, as she vividly remembers you trying to tell her something but she just tuned it out and focused on her phone.

The weight of her neglect weighed heavily on Alexia as she flipped through the album, each photo a painful reminder of the moments she had missed, the moments she had failed to share with you.

She recalled the times you had tried to reach out to her, to question her absence, but she had brushed you off, too preoccupied with her own affairs to spare a moment for you. The guilt gnawed at her insides as she realized how much she had hurt you, how much pain she had caused with her indifference and neglect.

Alexia couldn't understand why you didn't push her more, why you didn't demand her attention and question her absence. She knew deep down that you deserved so much more, that you deserved a mother who would be there for you, who would prioritize your needs and desires above all else.

But instead, she had failed you time and time again, offering nothing but hollow excuses in return for your longing for recognition and acknowledgment.

As she sat there, surrounded by memories of the moments she had missed, Alexia couldn't help but feel a profound sense of regret. Regret for the time lost, for the moments she could never get back, for the love and attention she had failed to give you.

What actions of mine led you to accept the disdain from me , your own flesh and blood, to endure such neglect?

What exactly crossed my mind when I opted to engage with her instead of you, my own daughter?

Alexia couldn’t help but ask herself what exactly did she do to make you accept her negelct like it was normalcy, and maybe it was to you. Her mind settled on to the memory where she believed Elena over you, and scolded you for something you probably didn’t do. She then recalled the fact she had took the necklace back from Elena planning to give it back to you when you apologized. You never did, and that was a blessing in disguised. She rummaged around her drawer for the necklace and when she found it, she knew she didn’t give it to you that’s when she remembered in your letter it stated that you found someone that treated you like her own daughter, who was there for you when she wasn’t. She shouldn’t feel sad, angry or jealous that you relied on that women instead of her but as she held the necklace in her hands, engraved with the word "Princesa" and signed by someone named L.W., Alexia couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy towards this mysterious figure who had seemingly filled the void in your life that she had left gaping open.

She realized that she had pushed you away, prioritizing her own desires and relationships over nurturing the bond she had with you. The memory of scolding you based on Elena's words instead of listening to your side of the story haunted her, knowing now that it was a pivotal moment where she had failed you.

And as she sat there, clutching the necklace that symbolized the connection she had failed to maintain with you, Alexia couldn't help but wonder why she had chosen to engage with others instead of prioritizing you, her own flesh and blood.

She knew that her actions had led you to seek comfort and acceptance elsewhere, to find comfort in someone who treated you like their own daughter when she had failed to do so.

But even amidst the guilt and regret, Alexia realized that she couldn't change the past. All she could do now was acknowledge her mistakes, learn from them, and strive to be a better mother to you, even if it meant starting from scratch and earning back your trust and love.

And as tears welled up in her eyes, Alexia made a silent vow to herself – to never again neglect the most fundamental task of being a mother, to always prioritize you above all else, and to make up for the lost time and opportunities she had squandered in the past.

And despite the pain and letdowns I've inflicted, why did you persist in holding onto hope that I would come through for you

Despite the pain and letdowns she had inflicted, Alexia couldn't help but wonder why you persisted in holding onto hope that she would come through for you. It was a question that haunted her as she grappled with the realization of how much she had failed you, how much she had neglected to be the mother you needed and deserved.

When a parcel labeled for you arrived, Alexia couldn’t resist the urge to open it. Inside, she found a medal inscribed with the words "Copa Juvenil Estrella" – "Star Youth Cup." Confusion washed over her as she struggled to understand why you would receive a medal from one of the most competitive under-21 tournaments in Spain. It was then that the pieces of the puzzle began to fall into place.

She remembered the day of the tournament finals, the same day you had asked her to attend your football match. She recalled how she had brushed you off, claiming to be busy with her and Elena's training. It was a moment of realization that hit her like a bolt of lightning – she had prioritized her own interests over yours once again, and it may have been the final straw for you.

As Alexia connected the dots, she felt like burying herself six feet under. She couldn’t believe she didn’t know you were playing football much less knew you were playing it at such a high standard.

She wondered just what else she didn’t know about you. But she knew she could only hope that she’ll find you and that you’ll be able to forgive her so that you could build up your relationship again.

I just wish that one day I'll gather enough courage to ask for your forgiveness, and to find the strength to accept that you may never be there for me, regardless of how much I now yearn for your presence in my life

As Alexia was sitting down looking at her computer, a picture came up with you in her arms the day she adopted you and promised you she would love and take care of you forever. However all she did was the opposite, she remembered all the conversation’s or missed opportunities you had hinted at in your letter and, memories came rushing back to her,

“Mami, I made it into the school’s football team.”

The words barely registered as she mumbled a distracted response.

“But you promised you'd pick me up today.”

Your disappointment was palpable, "I know, sweetie, but something came up. The helper will take care of you," she said, barely sparing you a glance as I tried to focus on my task at hand.

"

As she watched you retreat to your room, she couldn't help but wonder why you seemed so upset. Didn't you understand that she had important things to attend to? Why couldn't you just be patient and wait for her to finish?

“Mami, can I go to the arcade with my friends? It’s the last day of school.”

She thought that you should help her with her teambuilding since you were her daughter after all.

"But I finished all my work."

Your insistence only added to her frustration. "I said no. End of discussion," I declared, my tone final as I brushed off your request. Didn't you understand that she had more important things to worry about than your petty desires?

"Why does she always choose someone else over me?"

As she watched you resign yourself to another night at home, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of annoyance. Why couldn't you just accept that she had my own life to live, her own priorities to attend to?

"Mom, why can't you come to my graduation?"

Your hurt was evident in your voice, but she couldn't afford to dwell on it. "I have a work commitment, sweetie," she replied, her words hollow .

"I didn’t do anything wrong, Mom."

Your protests fell on deaf ears as she refused to listen. "I don't want to hear it," she cut you off, her disappointment palpable as she struggled to come to terms with your perceived shortcomings.

All the things she thought about you and everything she said was what pushed you away. Each dismissive remark, each broken promise, each moment of neglect drove a wedge between you, widening the gap in your relationship until it became insurmountable.

As Alexia sat there, reflecting on her past actions and the impact they had on you, she couldn't help but feel a deep sense of regret and remorse. She wished she could turn back time, to undo the hurt she had caused, to be the mother you needed and deserved.

But she knew that she couldn't change the past. All she could do now was acknowledge her mistakes and strive to do better in the future. She realized that she needed to confront her own shortcomings, to learn from her mistakes, and to prioritize you above all else.

With tears streaming down her face, Alexia made a silent vow to herself – to gather enough courage to ask for your forgiveness, and to find the strength to accept that you may never forgive her, regardless of how much she now yearned for your presence in her life.

As she sat there, clutching onto the memories of the moments she had missed, a notification from Instagram interrupted her thoughts. The post was from Arsenal, and the caption read:

"Welcome to Arsenal, our new signing Y/N Williamson”

[luvyeni]

ice skating date with sunghoon but reader doesn't even know how to ice skate she just wanted to spend some time with her crush and basically she ends up crying because she keeps falling so he comforts her ofc and a lil kiss for comfort at the end would be cute tehe 🤧

❛SKATE DATE❜ ( p. sunghoon )

p. park sunghoon x fem!reader w. 0.5k

warnings? none

— 𖦹 ( a skate date with sunghoon gone wrong ) !

"you can't regular skate." sunoo watched you rush back and forth to get ready , he could be knocking on the door at any moment. "so what makes you think you'll be able to ice skate?"

he was absolutely correct , you couldn't ice skate — it was cold , and wet and overall you had know intrest in it , but you did have a intrest in park sunghoon.

"how hard could it be , sunghoon does it all the time." sunoo laid flat out on your bed. "because he's a professional figure skater , it's his job." you rolled your eyes. "look i said he could pick the date , how was i supposed to know he'd choose ice skating."

there was a knock at the door , interrupting your conversation. "well just be careful , sunghoon will be the one taking care of you if you break a leg." you nodded , grabbing your things. "i'll be home later tonight."

you opened the door to the tall brunette standing in front of , absolutley breath taking. "hey." he smiled , his nose a bit red from the cold. "you ready." you nodded , shouting to sunoo one last time before closing the door.

the drive to the rink was short , both of you sharing stories from your day , laughing and dancing to music. "you ready?" he asked pulling into the parking lot. "of course." you smiled nervously , how hard could it be?

horrible , it was absolutely horrible. not only did you look like bambi trying to walk on skates , you were cold and wet due to you falling multiple times.

things were going fine for like the first five minutes , you were actually getting the hang of it — that was until two little evil kids who you swore were plotting from the beginning , skated a little to close to you , sending you straight to the ground for the final time. "ouch."

"okay , that's enough." sunghoon helped you up. "let's go sit down before you break something." he held on to your hand , guiding you back to the sitting area. "let me help." he bent down , taking your skates off , putting your shoes back on. "i'll go get you something to warm up , your shivering."

he walked away , leaving you to sit with your own embarrassment. tears burned in your eyes , falling down your cheeks. "hey i bought you a hot- ( name )." he sat the cups down. "what's wrong are you hurt?" he grabbed your hands , checking for bruises.

"i'm fine." you pulled away , wiping your eyes. "just embarrassed , i ruined our date." you sniffled. "why didn't you say you couldn't skate." he asked. "we could've done something else." he said. "i didn't want to be picky , i just wanted to hang out with you , but all i did was embarrass myself."

he was silent for second , before he let out a chuckle. "ah ( name ) , you're so cute." he grabbed your chin , making you look at him. "i don't care what we went , i wanted to be with you , i like you." you smiled. "even when i look like bambi on ice." he laughed , pulling you into a kiss that warmed your entire body , pulling away , a smiled on his face.

"even when you look like bambi on ice."

©️LUVYENI

[ray935sworld]

Hello, idk if there has ever been any talk about this but i wanted to know your opinión on Royal Marc with everyone else staying the same. Like Marc is the heir to the spanish throne or some kind of catalunyan nobility and as such in 2013 meets Valentino in one of the spanish GPs and idk how to continue it but i can feel the potential

Never have I ever switched so fast to AO3. I know you mentioned rosquez but there is actually a pedrenzo one shot based on that prompt.

It's this one . I can highly recommend it.

But back to your ask. I can honestly see the potential you mentioned. IT'S SO GOOD! And OMGI'm so excited that you care about my thoughts on this *screams*

ike my first thought would be that Marc hands out the throphies or is present in the paddock and therfore meets Vale personally (as you mentioned).

They have a chat and Vale is being daring. Like sure he may be talking to a royal but we are talking about 2013 Valentino Rossi. He is overconfident and I doubt Marc would be lacking any either. So they are defintly making some intresting comments. Like Vale 'mocking' him (respectfully???) and he says something like he is in enemy territory and needs to ride to the win and embaress the Spanish riders (kind of the vibe as if he is a night and Marc an enemy king) and Marc is totally there fore it. (he doesnt take royal protocol that serious) But then Uccio or the PR person is giving him death glares because yeah he is Valentino Rossi but he is also mocking a member of the Spanish crown (crime!) so he needs to slow down. So then he switches and compares the races to medieval tournaments where knights rode against each other and everyone else is much less stressed.

And Marc just smiles and either on camera or off says something that knights always rode with a hankerchief of the person/ woman they want to impress and ask who he wants to impress. And Vale being Vale then says "Allora, if a charming prince like you are giving me so much of your attention, how could I not want to impress you?" And yeah Prince Marc just silently hands him whatever equivilant you want. I can't really come up with any ride now. Maybe Marc would be wearing a leather bracelet that he'd give to him and then Vale ends up wearing it over the whole weekend.

And maybe Vale wants to give the bracelet back? That's why he goes looking for Marc and is actually allowed in. Or Marc sneaks away (Alex covering for him) and they meet again and Vale jokes about him being a royal in some crappy bar with cheap alc when he is probably used to win more expensive then the race suits. And Marc just looks at him like "Well maybe to get used to it you should show me your crappy motorhome"

Because mind you they do NOT have much time. It's either now or never cause Vale is going to the next race and it's not like Marc would 'accidentally' run into him again (at least not till the next Spanish GP). So they need to establish if something got establsihed pretty quickly.

So basically... Yeah they fuck that night and I do think they would swap numbers. Honestly that's just a rough idea like first thought written down basiclly so it's not very thought through for now. BUT PLEEEEAAASE let me now what you think.

And now I can't help but think about the reactions. Like first off - imagine you are a royal, next in line for the crown and you have to tell the king and queen that you're dating a motorcycle rider that is probably unlike everything a royal couple are supposed to stand for. And they very slowly turn to Alex as if to check that at least one of their sons is still following traditions. Meanwhile he is flirting with... Franky? Luca? Whoever you want I'm open for your opinio on that.

BUT you know what would be even funnier? Luca. Like imagine your brother is not only a motogp legend but he comes home and is like "Soooo... The parents of my controverse young boyfriend wants to meet my family. So you" "Cool. So trip to Spain?" "Yep. And you have to dress nice. Like really nice. I'm taking you suit shopping." "Suit?! Who the fuck are they? The king and queen" "Yes." "Excuse me?"

[zoguy1]

I just watched the recent episode of Metal Family, and I fucking love it. Especially the casual positive representaion of apophenia. I was shocked to see that he has this and wanted to learn more about it and where else it was mentioned in the show. And a lot of the jokes from earlier episodes are a lot funnier with this revilation too. I also want to talk about some theories and discussion points as well.

Disclaimer: I do not have apophenia or any schizophernic/hallusinative disorders nor do I know anyone with them. So I'm looking at this from the perspective of soneone who doens't experiance this. I would be intrested to hear form those who dose experiance it. Also my thoughts are scattered and dyslexic so sorry about that.

"This deck must be cursed. When you're done with it, I'm fucking burning it."

"In interested in checking her final signs of paranoid psychosis." Here he's mildly concerned for his wife's mental state after suspecting the cards are cursed.

"He's laughing at me. Holding a grimis of pain but actually smiling inside." Glam had to deal with paraoid behavier before, and wants to get it checked as soon as possible.

"Kids, light the bonfire." Only for him to come to the same conclusion and burn the deck with the kids. Lol.

"Well our history teacher has gone nuts today seeing creatures." Dee trying to make the teacher less believeable by claiming that he's gone nuts. Given the way Dee talks about this, I don't think he knows that his dad has apophenia. And I think it would be a little disheartening to hear his son talk about hallusinations like this.

[After a breif look of shock] "Okey." But Glam is unphased by this. Probably because the possibility that his son is being treated unfairly by his teachers take priority.

"Ah, Dee told me that you might have hallucinations. I can recommend you excellent meds for those." This tells me that he specifically experiances hallusinations. I know Liv explained her hallusinations in detail and we can deduct that Glam has them too, but for him to bring up that he knows good meds for hallusinations is just another neet detail.

"And a giant evil skull on the entire wall." The fact that Liv (Lif?) sees a skull on the wall where nobody else can. Also the wall are detailedly shaded too. I suspect that it was purposfully shaded this episode so that even though we couldn't see the faces she sees, we could understand where she's coming form because if you sqint, you could see where she could have gotten that idea.

"Ah I think I get it. It's Apophenia." And Glam imediately clocks it as apophenia. The fact he turned to his wife and said this. Plus the fact she just rolls her eyes and shruggs. I have a feeling he's told her about this before and given his earlier statment about checking her for paranoid psycosis, they've had this conversation before.

"Oh man, I think I forgot to take my pill. Where are they?" "[cencored name of medication]." "Uh, yeah." "2mg right?" "Uh... yeah." "I think I have some." I brushed off him clocking the apophenia as just Glam being his normal smartypants self, but the fact that he has the exact meds as her.

And given the boys' mild shocked reaction, I would say that this is obviously not their medication and given Victoria's reaction as well. They're not hers either. Plus I don't think Glam would willingly give out other people's medication without their permission considering that you're not supposed to give other people your own medication (though plenty of those who share the same perscription share meds all the time. I speak form experiance with my adderall).

"And Dee, about this Liv." I suspect that it's the usual "my son has a crush on a girl, so I must give him the talk" kind of talk, but other people in the comments suspect that he might be talking about her apophenia. Though I suspect that if he were to be talking about that, he'd tell both Dee and Heavy since they're both her friends.

"You need a perscription for those. It's cool that your dad found some for me."

"Will it be rough if you forget to take the pills?" Dee's reaction is one of mild confusion and curiosity for her disorder. But I suspect that his slight moment of looking slightly down right after she mentioned that you need a perscription makes me suspect he's picking up on something here.

"Ah, well you know anxiety starts. Agression..." His first moment of shock and a steady nervious tapping. Either realizing his crush has a pretty serious mental disorder or the fact his dad has shown some agression. We don't see Glam outwordly showing his anxiety, but it's not out of the quesiton given how Glam grew up.

"Apophenia gets stronger..." Here his eyes start darting around. Which could be him drawing parallells between his dad and Liv.

"and I see all sorts of faces around me. I can hear a monster on the ceiling. A skull on the table cloth. Some weirdo lerking through the window." "Ah-hem." Obviously Dee becoming uncomfortable with this and changes the subject. I also suspect that Dee has some ableism going on too, as he did say his teacher was nuts and was seeing creatures as a way to make his teacher sound crazy and unbelieveable. And here he's confronted with the fact that someone he likes has the exact disorder that causes "seeing creatures" and that he lives with someone who has this disorder. And there might be a possiblity that Dee could be questioning if he might have this himself, given that a lot of mental disorders are genetic and can be passed down. And given the fact he's most like his father, this revelation could also be uncomfortable.

Also the party decorations being scarry looking faces I think is an intrestting background detail. Obviously because the Metal Family is an edgy family and likes their edgy shit. I suspect Heavy likes scarry things the most considering it's his party. But the fact that she's talking about seeing scarry faces around her makes the party decorations more noticeable.

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◇ The Lady In Armour - King Baldwin x Reader: Part 2 (Final Part) ◇

◇ Long Fic ◇

A/N: Hello! This is part 2 of a fic I wrote a few days ago requested by the lovely @lzsia! As always, this is based on the film Kingdom Of Heaven and not the real historical figures. This will be the last part (mainly because it would hurt too much to write a charicter death😭) but also because I think it wrapped up nicely, I hope everyone agrees! This is set pre-film. Enjoy!

PS: Also this has a desctiption of y/n

TW: Leprosy, mentions of death

Y/n was unsure how to approach this conversation. She was unprepared for such an informal meeting. When Tiberias told her that the king would be “deciding her fate”, she expected a trial to decide if she lives or dies. Not a personal conversation about her past. But nevertheless, if the king was prepared to be kind and spare her life, she would take it over being sentenced to death.

“Well, I was never supposed to be in the battle. It was a mistake” y/n began. “I was a mercenary in Saladin’s army and I was tricked into joining by a man who I belived was my friend” she paused, unwilling to go much further. She was not willing to share such details of her life with a man she had just met, royalty or not.

“Interesting,” Baldwin replied after a few moments. “And how did you come to be a mercenary?” he pressed. Y/n felt unsure of this. It seemed that he was questioning her for information on how to proceed in punishing her. But his eyes told a different story. He looked genuinely interested in what she had to say. He was a very complex man, nowhere near as simple minded as the other men in the mercenaries.

“I left my family when I was 14 to join. My father had been a mercenary as well, I wished to avenge his death since he had no sons to do it for him” y/n stated.

“That was a very kind thing for you to have done,” Baldwin smiled kindly. Y/n was suprised by his words. “Thank you sir” she attempted to hide her confusion. “If I may ask a question, your majesty? y/n added quickly. “Of course,” he answered just as fast.

“Why have I not been executed? Or enslaved? You have treated me with the utmost respect and yet I am a prisoner of war. Why is that?” She was sure by now he knew how suspicious she was of his compassion.

Baldwin sighed before speaking. “Well, last night when I saw you for the first time, you intrested me. Your strength in the face of death was admirable, I had to know more about you”. Now it was y/n’s turn to listen intently. Nobody had ever said something like that to her before. Most men in her hometown simply complemented her looks or body, not her strength.

She couldn't help but smile at his honesty. “That is very kind of you to say. Truth be told, I was suspicious of your compassion, but truly you are the most intriguing man I have ever met. With your permission I would love to get to know you also” Baldwin was pleasantly surprised by her reply. She had a fabulous way with words, more so than any woman he had ever met. “That would be wonderful,” he replied. “Can you play chess?” he added, gesturing to the small table on the opposite side of the room. “Yes, my father taught me” 

“Excellent, would you care to play?” he offered enthusiastically.

Y/n chuckled at his excitement, “yes, I would love to”. 

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The two played in silence. She was far better than he assumed her to be and more than once she had him completely backed into a corner. Yet another thing about her that shocked him. The game went on for a long while until y/n called out, “check mate”. Baldwin was lost for words. She was incredible. He had not even noticed that she could win in one more move. Y/n grinned when she noticed his widened eyes and bewildered expression. He turned his head from the board to meet her eye.

“You had me interested madame, but now you have me but now have me encapsulated”. Y/n tilted her head to the side, her smile never changed.

“There is much more to me than this”

“And I will listen until I hear everything there is to tell” he replied.

The two played one more game of chess until the sun sunk below the horizon. The candle light and the setting sun bathed the room in a warm glow.

They wished they had more time together, but soon the king's physicians would soon arrive to clean his wounds and change his bandages. They said their farewells and made arrangements to see eachother again the following afternoon before two guards escorted y/n back to the servant chambers. Baldwin had requested that she not be kept in the dungeon with the other prisoners. She was far too precious for that.

Once his physicians concluded their work and departed from his chambers, the king lay on his bed, thinking. Just as he had done the night before. But this time, his thoughts were far happier. The day had gone perfectly. She was incredible. Her sharp mind had him amazed. He desperately wanted to hear more about her. Perhaps even tell her some things about himself. Her beautiful face was the last thing to cross his mind before he fell into a deep, peaceful sleep.

On the other side of the castle, y/n was in a very similar situation. The king had her intrigued as much as she had him interested. He was very different to what she had assumed. She believed he would be arrogant, as many men his age were. But not at all. He was very wise for his age and surprisingly kind. Not only that, but he was far more attractive than she expected.

The bandages around his nose and cheeks somehow added to his already perfect face. His golden blonde hair looked soft and his eyes were like a clear blue sky. She had no idea what was happening to her. Being attracted to a man such as him came with risks. Perhaps he was using her for information on Saladin’s army? She had to remain focused and not allow her feelings to get in the way. But she couldn't deny the fact that these feelings were definitely at the front of her mind.

Y/n lay awake for a few more hours before finally closing her eyes and allowing herself to fall into a light sleep.

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The next morning y/n was awake early. The small group of servant women from yesterday had provided her with a new set of clothing. She cleaned up her appearance and waited in the servant chambers to be retrieved and escorted to the king. She found herself looking forward to seeing him. She wondered what they would do together. What questions he would ask while watching her with his full attention. A smile crossed her face at the thought of that. 

Finally Tiberias, accompanied by two guards, arrived to escort her. They made a few different turns than yesterday causing y/n to feel suspicion creep up again. She was almost tempted to ask where they were going, but thought best to stayed silent.

Finally, they came to an archway that led to the castle courtyard. The suspicion drained away when she saw the king sitting on a bench close to the arch, reading a book.

He looked up and smiled when he saw them. “Good afternoon my lady,” he greeted her, kissing her hand gently. “Good afternoon, your majesty,” she replied. “Leave us,” Baldwin told the guards. They turned to walk away, Tiberias followed. 

“Now, shall we take a walk?” the king asked, holding out an arm for her to hold. “Of course” y/n replied warmly, taking his arm.

The gardens of the castle were beautiful. Something out of a fairy tale. The grass was impossibly green, and every flower was brighter than the last. The courtyard was massive, giving them plenty of time to enjoy eachothers company. The two spoke of many things, but y/n avoided talking too much about herself, hoping Baldwin would not notice.

He did infact notice. “Enough about me, how about yourself? You mentioned leaving your family. Do you have any siblings?” he asked curiously. “Yes I do, three most unpleasant sisters” she replied.

Baldwin chuckled at that. “And I believed growing up with one was enough!”

Y/n grinned. “Yes, three of them was more than enough sisterly-experience for me. They disliked me as much as my mother did” 

“Was your mother against you joining the mercenaries?” he asked

“Very much so, she refused to allow me to even approach my fathers sword for fear that I would ‘get ideas’. But my mind was made up the second I received word of my fathers death”

Baldwin hummed in reply, obviously deep in thought at the statement. 

The pair sat down on a small grassy hill and continued to speak of y/n’s family. She finally gave in a little and told him about her experience in the mercenaries, her family's disapproval of her behavior and how her father was the only one in her family to fan the flame of her spirit.

It was early evening when a small framed servant woman came to tell the two that dinner had been prepared.

“Would you care to join me for dinner y/n?” the king asked. Up until this point, she had been eating whatever leftovers were brought to the servant chambers. “I would love to, but are prisoners supposed to dine with royalty?” she asked coyly, a small smirk playing at the corner of her mouth. Baldwin smiled, “from now on, you are no longer a prisoner. You are a guest”.

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The dinner was just the two of them on account of everybody else being preoccupied with other duties. It was pleasant for both of them.

Y/n appreciated the food being still warm this time, enjoying the first good meal she had in months. Maybe years. Once they had finished, it was already dark outside. Baldwin suggested that they go to his chambers to continue their conversation. 

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“Y/n, may I tell you something?” the young king asked once they were both settled. “Of course you can,” she replied, quickly becoming curious. Baldwin closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “I really like you y/n” He paused. “I know we have only known each other for a few days, but you are the most wonderful person I have ever met. I do not want you to leave. I do not want this to end” he took her hand in his. “I have been alone for so long and I believed I would be alone forever, but you have seen past my disease and right into my heart”.

Y/n felt warmth swell in her chest. She refused to deny her feelings any longer. For the first time in her life, she let go of logic and thought with her heart. And her heart wanted him. “I am not going to leave you Baldwin. It feels like I have known you for my whole life. And i think-” she paused, but she shook away the urge to think this through “I love you”. In a matter of seconds, their lips were locked together.

There was no regret shared when they pulled away. “I love you too y/n” he felt tears begin to well in his eyes. He tried not to blink so as to not let them fall but she noticed. She always noticed. She placed a hand on his cheek, stroking it with her thumb softly. “There is no need to cry. I'm right here and I am not leaving you” she said warmly.

The young king smiled, his lip quivering slightly. He turned away so she could not see him like this, but she used the hand on his cheek to turn his face back to look at her, meeting his tear filled eyes. She wiped his tears with her thumb. “Why are you crying?” she said sweetly. “I just never thought this day would come. Someone with a disease such as mine does not deserve such love and kindness, much less from an angel like you” his voice was shaky. He cursed himself for being so weak in front of her.

But she simply cupped her hands around his face.”You deserve the world Baldwin. You showed me kindness even though I am a prisoner. You have such a beautiful soul and your disease does not define you. Never forget that” her words were so gentle. He wanted to cry in her arms and never leave. It took all of his strength to prevent himself from sobbing. He could barely get a single word out, just nodded his head quickly. Y/n opened her arms, bringing him against her chest.

He could not hold back anymore. He sobbed into her shoulder. Every suppressed emotion he had felt since his life changed forever at the diagnosis came out in that moment.

Y/n laid back on the couch so he could lay down on top of her. He was surprisingly light for his athletic build. He wrapped his arms around her waist and cried into her chest for a long time while y/n rubbed his back, occasionally kissing the top of his head.

Finally, his breathing evened out and his body relaxed. Y/n looked down to see his eyes closed, lips slightly parted. Her heart melted at the sight. He had fallen asleep on her chest, it was the most adorable thing she had ever seen.

No doubt about it, she had a soft spot for him. A soft spot in her heart that she didn't even know existed. But he had crawled inside nonetheless. She leant her head back and grinned, this was the happiest she had felt in her entire life despite the circumstances. She decided at that moment that she could wait no longer. She wanted to marry this man.

She heard his breathing deepen into soft snoring as he fell further into sleep. She wanted to stay awake as long as she could to watch over him. She watched his back rise and fall with each deep, even breath.

Y/n remained awake the entire night just admiring him. She was not even tired by morning. Something about seeing him in such a peaceful rest made her feel more refreshed than any amount of sleep could.

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It was a week later exactly that Baldwin asked for her hand in marriage. He waited until the perfect moment to ask. They had gone out riding that morning, planning to spend the entire day together. They had stopped to allow their horses to rest for a moment atop a hill when he asked. There was nobody around for miles. Just them. It was perfect. They were married the very same month, and as requested by the king, y/n took comand of the army of Jerusalem. And she went down in history, forever known as The Lady in Armour.

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Chapter four

Tom Riddle x Reader

Warnings: SEX. Smut, kissing, dirty talk, pining, hickeyyysss. A lot of smut. Suggestive talking i never know how to describe it haha. DID NOT CHECK FOR GRAMMER MISTAKES SO BUCKLE UP.

Tom being kinda hurt that Reader never considert him as a partner... bits of angst like tiny itsy bit. Uh yh. Also softy Tom and meany Tom.

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Hogsmead?

I've got detention at four

But until then yeah

Cool meet me at 9.

Oh and bring a coat

Nooo it doesn't look good

With my outfitt

Bring. A. Coat.

Shush

I did infact not bring a coat, i mean i was wearing a sweater and mid november really wasn't supposed to be this cold, and i had tried to shiver quietly but in the end I was walking into rosmertas with his coat wrapped around me, Tom was holding a bag of quills and sweets we had purchased not showing any signs of feeling cold or bothered.

"So i told her to mind her own fucking bussiness I mean i'm not a charity shop to just take everything right? So this bitch actually has the audacity to talk again and get this-" we took a seat at the table in the back, I placed his jacket around my seat and pulling my skirt down to sit down while waving my hands around franticly.

"She literally tells me to be quiet. Me? I mean me? So i did the only responsible and punched her in the face-" Tom had set down before me and I tried not to notice the way he was looking at me or the fact that his feet we're intertwined with mine.

"And then-" Tom seemed to have realized what I said and lifted his hand to stop me.

"You did what?" He asked his lip's pulling up in a small smirk.

"I mean she-"

"No no. You like punched her?" He asked, he set up straight, his feet moved up my leg making me shiver.

"Yeah. And then... I like smashed her head onto the table. Well the point is-" Tom was covering his face, rubbing his eyes and for a second I thought he was going to say something about being dissapointed in me but then i realized he was covering up his laugh.

"Wha- are you laughing Tom Riddle?" I tried to grab his hands but he moved away breathing through and revealing his relaxed face.

"Oh your horrid! I did the right thing!" I said shrugging and he nodded his lip's pulling into a thin line.

"I'm not judging you!" He exclaimed lifting his hands in defence.

"Your laughing! Thats worse!" I tell him to which he scowls.

"You've never been judged before i see..." he says and I gasp laughing a little crossing my legs and pushing away from him.

"Uh rude? I'm literally the most judged person in the school. Why do you think people are so annoyed thinking we're going out" I say crossing my hands over my chest and scoffing a little.

"People are annoyed? What?" That seemed to have piqued his intrest as he set up, his eyebrow slightly lifting in question.

"Yeah i've been getting hate owls for weeks now. Since some first year said you bought me flowers for my birthday-" i said his look getting more and more disgusted.

"Your birthday's in February?" He interupts, I blink not remembering that information about myself.

"Yeah so people don't really like you dating me but we're not so whats it matter?" I shrug finally picking the menu of the table and flipping through the pages.

"Wait what letters?" He asks pushing the menu down and making me look at him

"Oh nothing sirius! Just some second years being jealous about the thought that you like me" I chuckle softly, i mean the worst part was that we weren't going out. If we we're I'd atleast find it amusing but now I was just annoyed. Plus why was it so bad that Tom Riddle liked me?

"First of all I do like you and why didn't you tell me?" He asks and I shrug placing my open palm on the table.

"It's not that important. Just drop it will you? I'm going to order some coffee what do you want?" I change the subject waving it off and starting to get up.

"I'll get them, sit down" I press my lips into a line and sit back down watching him go to the counter and ordering us two drinks.

"Oh y/n! What are you doing here?" Not even two seconds of thinking time and greengrass appears with what looks like Cornelius Malfoy behind her.

"Oh hey" I smile trying not to gag when her perfume hits me.

"Just getting some coffee what about you?" I ask looking her up and down.

"Malfoy asked me out! We we're gonna eat some brunch! You can join us if you don't wanna eat alone" she offers, I notice that Tom had left no trace of sitting there.

"That's alright Donna she's with me" Tom was standing above me, placing a cuo of coffee and a plate full of cookies in front of me before sitting down.

"Oh I didn't realize-"

"Let's go" Malfoy took his bitch and I watched as he pulled her away grinning at Tom who nodded slightly.

"Thank you" I mutter smiling slightly.

We spent the rest of the visit at Rosmertas quizzing each other on Potions answers or history years, his fingers reaching for mine but staying on his side nontheless.

"Why didn't you just tell her?" Tom asked, we were walking back to the castle in silence, my face buried in his coat and his hands not even cold. Snow crunched under our footsteps our breaths turning to ice before us.

"What?" I ask making him repeat the question his face slightly turning to look at me.

"Tell who what?" I ask and stop to catch my breath, he turned to me and crossed his arm's the bag still in his hand.

"Greengrass. Why didn't you tell her you were there with me?" He ask's and I blink in surprise, it didn't happen often that Tom's curiosity got so big that he actually questioned my actions.

"I... don't know... just didn't think- I mean I didn't like want her to think we were there on a date or something" I say realizing what I did do. It was weird, maybe i really didn't want people to think we were dating but why? I mean it wasn't really bad but it was still Tom. My parents would be furious if they found out I was dating him even worse if they found out he wasn't a pureblood. I watched as his brows furrowed toghether and he shifted on his feet staring ahead before opening his mouth to say something and then whih rarely happened he closed it and continiued to look ahead.

"Come on your gonna freeze to death" he said turning back to the road and walking away.

Instead of doing most of my detention work I stared ahead and thought. Maybe i was overthinking all of this but Tom never wanted to date me, he didn't say it but he kind of made it clear after the first time that this wasn't an emotional relationship, I mean why else would he ask if had already done my runes homework after we just had sex? To change the topic so I would know that studying comes first in his life and so I would know he didn't want to talk about personal things if he did want to talk about personal things he would have asked if I had a good time or I don't know anything else!

Walking down from the tower I decided not to bother him, I could barge into his room make him stop working and make him answer all the questions i never asked just because it's Tom. But I didn't want to ask them I wanted him to answer them without having to ask I wanted him to want me.

Coming down the stairs I had my mind made up. Ignore him until he really wants to talk to me.

"Hello." Tom was waiting for me by the great hall, waiting. He was holding a napkin with two toasts which he extended toward me.

"I'm not- thanks" I took them of him our skin touching and his body stepping toward mine.

"Was detention alright?" He ask's and I nod looking at my feet, my socks weren't white anymore but kind of gray, the skirt barely reachig them as the scrunched down.

Tom wasn't talking, like always he just waited for me to say something.

"Tired" He said and I looked up nodding and beginning to walk.

"Are you mad?" He asks as we make our way down to the dungeon.

"No."

"Whats got into you then?" He presses on and I can't help but smile.

"Nothing I just- it's nothing." I look up smiling and give him a reassuring look leaning into him while walking.

"Tired." I whisper looking back ahead,Tom's fingers graze mine and I softly pull my hand away, entering the common room we walk through thankfully no one was paying us much attention because Tom moved closer and as we got toward the rooms he took my hand and as I was about to enter my own room he pulled me into him and I looked up.

"Whats wrong." He asks sternly, his long slender fingers cold against mine, his eyes fixating mine.

"I just wanted to sleep in my own bed. Aren't I allowed to?" I ask skeptisch, his face crunches in a disgusted way as he fully turned toward me.

"I don't like your matress." He says and I scoff.

"Who's inviting you into my bed?!" I ask the toasts holding on for dear life on the napkin.

"I don't need invatation. How do you think i got on the slug club? He invited me? I just showed up and demanded to be let in." He says a small smile curving on his lip's.

"Oh yeah i'll be going inside and you can stand out here and demand all you want because unlike Slughorn I'm not half as guilable with your failed amortentia." I say and try to get my hand to slip out but Tom takes my toast.

"Fine. Hope your hungry"

"I'm not."

"Great." He says stern faced. Anger flashing in his eyes he takes a step back.

"Oh and no coming into my room then." He says walking away. Thats when I realize my wand is in his room, also my books, my papers and pretty much all of my stuff.

Entering my room I let my head fall against the closed door and groan.

Three options.

1. I go and try to seduce him into letting me get my things.

2. I go and seduce him and live happily ever after

3. I do nothing for the rest of term and fail everything without wand or my schoolwork.

3. seemed alright to think about.

I changed quickly, shorter skirt, fresch lingery, a cut out top and fresh white socks that actually reached my thighs instead of my knees.

Fixing my hair and putting some make-up on, I breathed through and toom a look at the clock groaning as it was already Eleven.

Tom's dorm was all the way in the back, being a six year prefect he was allowed to chose one himself if and if a headboy didn't want the same one he got to have it.

It was a bit larger than the others and the bathroom was much nicer plus it was much cozier than my own.

Knocking I stared down at my feet, Tom had changed too, the sweatpants he was wearing pulled down his v-line exposed and his upperbody very much not covered. And he's wearing a necklace, my necklace to be exact. The same necklace I lost three weeks ago, the small gold heart, a bit chewed up but still pretty now hung around his neck as he crossed his arms and leaned against the door frame.

"Yes my love?" He asks his voice deep and I roll my eyes at the fact that I want to drop to my knees for him.

"I just wanted to get my wand please?" I look up, holding my hands behidn my back I crane my neck to look at him properly and silently thank Quidditch for being such a demanding sport.

"Oh? I haven't seen it" he says tilting his head and smiling sweetly.

"It's under m- your pillow" mentally I did slap myself but Tom seemed to ignore my slip up.

"Hm.... no." He doesn't even look back, his tone mocking and unbothered.

"Tom. Please" I say trying to sound done with his bullshit but I can't deny the view I have of his neck at the moment.

"Hm?" He hums acting so innocent its making me roll my eyes but I stay composed.

"Could I get it maybe?" I take a step forward, my body closer to his now, i can feel the heat radiating off him.

"Oh? Your not invitated sorry love" he says shrugging softly as if he was being clever or something stealing my lines like that.

"Please Tom" I say placing my chin ever so softly on his crossed arms blinking sweatly. He swallows hard, his head dipping down to look at me.

"Please what?" He asked softly.

"Please let me inside" I muse wrapping my hands around his torso and hugging him.

"It's so cold..." I say and he laughs a little.

"Should have brought a coat maybe." He says and I grin batting my eyelashes at him innocent.

"You look so good like that. Staring up at me. You know what would make you look even better? If you were chocking on my dick." He pushed himself forward,my hands dropped and I moved back.

"All quiet and sweet." He says his hand coming up to my face, grabbing my chin and tilting it upward.

"You look so fuckable like this. All dressed up like a doll Love." His other hand pushed the hair that had falled in my face behind my ears his fingers intertwining in the strands as he leans down.

"I just wanna eat you out when your wear that skirt. Have you scream my name all night. Have you coming so hard that you can't remember anything. I just wanna make you mine so bad when you look like this, Love" he waited for a second, his face close to mine, his lip's so close I could almost already taste them, and god his eyes. His eyes were watching me. Watching all of my breath's and hitches, the blush that had spread on my cheeks,  the wetness of my lip's and the way my eyes were drowning in his.

I pushed forward to kiss him but he dropped my face and straighened his back out of my reach to kiss.

"Ah consent is key Love, it's pretty late you should go to sleep." He took a step back and I gasped, he was not about to close that door, absoulute emberassment washed over me, i ignored the aching feeling in my stomach and took a step back.

But he did so I knocked again determined to be let inside.

"Yes?" He lifted his arm leaning his head against it and smiling so softly it made me sick.

"Tom. I'm so wet, I need you to fuck me like in the next two seconds or I will have to find somebody to do it. And belive me-" I didn't get to finish my sentence because he had grabbed me by the neck with such force i tumbled forward, i was faster in his room than i acknowledged, his body pressed me into the wall and his lips met mine, his teeth into my lip drawing blood and making me scream but he didn't care, his hands pulled my clothes off leaving them on the ground as his body moved mine against him. Somehow I was on the floor and then his body was on me. my hands fiddled with his belt and i wrapped my legs around him. Tom took a second looking down my body, I let my hands go up his neck and into his hair pulling him down with force, the metallic taste of my own blood filled my mouth as his tounge moved against mine and softly his hands grasped against my hips pulling me into him.

I rolled on top of him, pushing his pants down I set myself down on him quickly, the wetness in between my legs not helping much, i dropped my head on his shoulder with a groan and heard him chuckle softly.

"Hurting?" He asked, I pushed my hips back and forth a little adjusting to him then I slowly got up and watched as his eyes moved down my body, he set up as well, my knees touching the ground as I leaned forward for a kiss.

"Ah come on can't be a brat and then want special treatment" he muttered, rolling my eyes I slowly unbottoned his shirt while adjusting to his size, sometimes jumping a little when he moved inside me, pushing the matirial off his shoulders I kissed his neck, sucking on his skin I let my teeth dig into him and I couldn'd help but grin when he let out a soft moan.

"Always talking about how good I look and how goos I sound but Merlin Tommy everytime you talk I wanna kiss you. You sound so good" I mutter as I lift. Myself up and down on him slowly, until he's hitting just the spot for me to go crazy on him, his hands grab my hips and I expect him to go faster but he seemed to be holding on for himself, his head falling back I continiued to kiss his neck while moving up and down on him, sucking hickeys his skin until I was coming and his neck was covered in blue and purple bruises I moaned softly with each fall and lift.

"Merlin fuck." He pulled my face to his bringing his lips to mine and kissing me until I was seeing stars.

"Tom- fuck ah Tom please I'm gonna cum mhm" I could imagine myself looking up at him, my mouth agape, my eyes watery, salvia dripping down my lip and my voice shaking.

"Oh don't hold back now"  He mused his voice hot and heavy, holding back moans of his own.

"Me hold back? Your the one trying not to cum so quick" I whisper and he laughs, his hand lifts to my hair tugging softly at the ends until I comply and let my head fall back, he leans down his breath hot against my skin, he was panting against me his salvia dropping on my chest and down to my breast which he licked up like a hungry dog. I squeezed my eyes shut his hands in my hair tangled, his teeth pulling on my nipple and his dick buried inside me as I came.

"Ah fuck" he groaned again and I felt him cum inside me, filling me up slowly until I could feel every inch of him inside me rubbing against my walls, clenching around him I let out a couple of loose breaths.

-K<3

[dented-nado]

Anything Germany or Gerita related? Im sorry I dont have a clear idea i just am desperate for germany content lol

This may be *checks watch* …. Year(s) late, but here you go Anon… some pure Germany + Gerita get-together fluff <3

——

He’d been scolded repeatedly at this point to ‘just make a move’. The issue was he had. Everyone had implied Italy may be interested in him… romantically, and encouraged him to ‘just go for it’!

Germany was beginning to feel like he was being made fun of. The times he had attempted to show any sort of romantic interest (after arguing with himself and his own fears for far too long), had honestly ended in disaster.

There was that first time on Valentine’s Day all those years ago… that had nearly sent him crawling in a hole to never return from…

He brother had very bluntly said “Just go right up to him and go ‘oi! Italy, you're going out with me now!’ Cut the shit and just demand what you want!”

He didn't’ like the forcefulness, but he supposed knowing Italy he’d scream and run if he hated the idea, so he had done it, he’d approached Italy after work, gathered up all his courage…

”O-Oi! Italy, You’re going out with me n-now! If that’s okay…”

Italy had jumped out of his skin but had agreed quickly. “AH okay!”

Germany was riding high until he realized he was once again on a ‘date’ and had no idea how to initiate ‘romance’. Italy was more of a romantic sort than he was, and yet their interactions were as platonic as ever.

They ended the evening as friends… as they had always been.

America had suggested “Do some huge super big gesture! So obvious and romantic there’s no way it could be interpreted as anything else!”

When asking for examples he had gotten “Make a super big feast, blast his favorite music, say something like ‘I can’t live without you!’”

So he had invited Italy over, tried his best to cook Mediterranean pasta, knowing Italy liked it… only for Feliciano to end up hovering, micromanaging, and then shooing him out of the kitchen, leaving Ludwig dejected in the dining room. He knew he should have just stuck with what he knew but he’d been told ‘cook your dates’ favorite food’ was a good mood. He should have known Feliciano was too particular about how certain things were cooked, as the evening ended up being flipped with Feliciano cooking for him instead. He’d remembered the last bit of advice after the meal he had spent pitying himself and blurted out…

”I can’t live without you!!”

Feliciano had looked up, stared at him… then quietly chuckled and took his wine glass away.

He hadn’t even drank that much… he liked beer a lot more anyway…

France had given him lines to read in French along with appearing with chocolates and good wine.

He ignored that advice completely.

No… he had decided this was a worthless endeavor. If Italy felt anything for him it would have ‘happened’ already, he was better off not ruining a good friendship with his foolish and annoying feelings that had surprised even himself. He seemed completely incapable of romance, and in his darker moments he suspected he was incapable of being loved in any romantic way.

—

Japan had honestly been trying to think how to get Italy and Germany to stop… hovering… around each other. It was as obvious to him as anyone that they had some sort of romantic feelings for each other, little glances between the two, the odd content smile from Ludwig in Feliciano’s presence, the way he’d notice Italy tracing his finger around the brim of a wine glass completely enamored with whatever Ludwig was talking about…

He’d been called a third wheel before, he didn’t quite feel that way himself but he also wished his two dear friends would stop torturing themselves over each other. Through a few conversations it was clear Ludwig had been trying to figure out how to ‘make a move’. He didn’t consider himself very romantic nor very intrested in it when it came to his own life… but to be honest, the advice he had overheard given to Ludwig was awful. Germany was just… himself, and expecting their own romantic successes to immediatly apply to him was a little insane. He understood where they were coming from, but still.

He had invited Ludwig out for a night out, he’d been meaning to see what the German thought of Japanese beer or sake anyway. They had lulled into a calm, just according to plan.

”Germany… your relationship with Italy…”

He noted how Germany froze mid drink, wide and sometimes terrifying blue eyes darting to him, he kept his gaze plain and non-judge mental, especially because he wasn’t judgemental at all.

“I think you shouldn’t give up just yet, I’ve heard you’ve wanted advice, but in the end, if you two are meant to join together, the only way you’ll be able to communicate your desire for a different kind of relationship is if you do it your way. No one else can tell you how to best show your care.” He said very straightforwardly.

Ludwig stared, and began fiddling with a napkin. “But I don’t… know how to…”

Japan hummed. “Mr. Germany, when you’ve noticed Italy is not ‘as sunny’, what is it you do?”

Germany blinked. “Er, well the last time that happened, I brought him some Kuchen I made and set up some blankets for him, he gets cold when he’s down…”

”You showed your affections naturally, without even thinking about it.” Japan said very firmly. “Now, you want to make it clear to Italy, that if he’s in agreement you’d like to be romantic with him. That is your goal. So you must do this with your own methods, no one else’s, otherwise the message will never come across, as it will not be your own.”

”That… Er… seems very wise. Do you have much experience??” Germany questioned, coughing a bit.

”Not personally, but think of it this way. America suggested a big romantic gesture, with the “I can’t live without you!” Line. That’s a purely Alfred move, you couldn’t imagine him doing anything else, so of course it worked for him with Ivan, because as much as Ivan claims to be irritated with Mr. America, in the end he finds the way he is endearing. For France, I’m almost certain that’s how him and Mr. England ‘make up’ every single time, and then of course your brother’s bluntness and boldness gets him far with those who like that personality trait.” He explained. “If you wind up truly rejected, it would be sad, but at least you would have true clarity because you asked your way.”

Ludwig considered Japan’s words, glancing down into his beer glass… downed the rest of it then nodded. “Thank you Japan… as always, your advice his appreciated.”

”….I would also like for you two to figure it out and be less distracted with each other during important business… We would be much more productive.”

”…Noted…”

——

This time, he had asked Italy if he could visit, and had prepared an Italian Cream Cake… in past he had lied about desserts he had provided, a bit embarrassed to admit he enjoyed baking as a hobby, but in recent years he had gotten over it at least a little bit, and he did want to take the risk and let Italy know he had specifically and meticulously made it for him, by himself.

Italy as always flung open his door to greet him. “Germaa-n-ieeee Ciao Ciao!!” He chirped, standing on his tip toes to kiss both of his cheeks to greet him. “Come in! It’s been too long since we could visit!”

Ludwig smiled slightly. “It’s been five days.”

”Too long!” Italy insisted with a grin as he pulled him inside. “Ooo! What sort of sweet have you brought this time Germany? You always bring such good ones.”

”I er…. I made this one, Italian Cream Cake, I’ve been practicing a bit.” Ludwig confessed, holding out the covered dish.

Feliciano’s eyes lit up. “You went through all that trouble! Ohhh just at a glance it looks beautiful! A work of art! Here! Let’s make it a centerpiece!”

Italy gently took the glass covered cake and set it in the middle of their dining table, Ludwig flushed but looked on proudly, he only hoped he’d achieved the taste and texture he wanted…

He joined Italy in the kitchen and helped with cleaning up as he always did as Feliciano served them up.

As particular as Italy was about food, there was no denying his instincts on flavor were masterful, he supposed Feliciano had much more time than he himself had to explore different flavors and types of food, and then France had even longer.

He paused as he took the first bite, noting Feliciano had included german sausage in his sauce rather than Italian… the meat from his home and the slow cooked carefully seasoned sauce from Italy blended beautifully, he made sure to praise Italy on the choice.

They ate, then cut the cake, he was nearly bombarded by compliments from Italy, and pleas to “please share more of your baking with me!!!” He felt light, cheerful, happy. It was domestic, almost, he was scared to ruin it. But even so…

He cleared his throat. “Italy, I wanted to… tell you something, and find out your opinion on it, so I hope you’ll take what I’m about to say very seriously…”

Italy sat up straight in his chair. “Of course Captain! I’m all ears!” He said with a salute and a bright grin.

Ludwig couldn’t help a soft smile before he folded his hands together and cleared his throat to be ‘serious’.

”You’ve been a very good friend to me for a very long time, we’ve had moments where we’ve been at odds with our understanding of each other, where I’ve pushed you too hard, when I’ve resisted your attempts to have me ‘relax’, but in the end your the only person I’ve ever been able to call a dear friend.”

Feliciano looked him up and down, eyes shining as he beamed. “Awwww Germany!! Your my dearest friend too!!”

Ludwig nodded firmly. “But that’s not all… It’s… taken me a very long time. I’ve felt… ashamed, honestly, of the way I’ve felt, our culture and bosses haven’t been exactly friendly to the sorts of things I’ve felt… to the way I am, so its been difficult for me to get to the point of true honestly.”

”Germany….” Italy began, almost standing from his chair, but Ludwig put a hand up, asking for Italy to hear him out.

”I know you’ve dealt with much of the same. But now… I must be honest, because… It kills me to be deceptive, especially with you. I’ve… …. I…..” Ludwig swallowed hard. No, he had to just say it, he could almost hear others laughing at him for being so serious, but this was serious. Italy meant a lot to him, so he’d treat it as such.

He inhaled sharply and began again. “I feel for you as more than a friend… I care for you, find myself wanting to do sappy romantic things with you even if I mess them up.” Ludwig avoided Italy’s gaze as he confessed, wringing his hands together in front of him. “So I have to ask you now… if you feel even remotely the same way… and if you don’t, our friendship means too much to me to ruin so if…!”

He was cut off by Italy suddenly grasping his sweaty clenched hands, and pressing his lips suddenly onto his. He was sure he didn’t look at all very attractive with his wide open and stunned eyes and stiff stunned lips… but Italy… Italy… Feliciano looked so beautiful he couldn’t look away, eyebrows furrowed, almost pained as if he’d been holding back, a close up view of his sun-kissed skin and freckles, and his closed eyes that seemed to twitch with dried tears. Finally he got himself to move and tried to give a kiss in return… before they finally parted and stared at each other.

Feliciano did tear up at that point and cupped Ludwig’s cheap. “Ludwig… my Ludwig… always so formal and direct and scared at the same time, I adore you so much! I just never thought… I thought that… maybe I was misreading things!”

Ludwig reached up, finally feeling free to do so and ran his hand along Feliciano’s face in return. “Do you know… how often I thought I was making a fool of myself trying to confess only to be rejected?”

”Huh??! Luddy! I was doing the same! I asked uncle France for help, my brother… even America!” Feliciano confessed in a panic. “I thought maybe I didn’t understand the right way to show you I liked you!”

Ludwig couldn’t help it, he started laughing, deep and bubbly. “I did the exact same thing, right down to a similar line of people!”

Feliciano joined in with laughing, and they wound up kissing in between giggles at the rediculousness of thier situation, before finally, they touched foreheads, and Italy’s deep honey gaze met ice blue.

Ludwig pulled Feliciano close to him, more content than he had ever been, having just laughed more than he had in his life.

”In the end… I’m glad we did it our way.”

Feliciano kissed the corner of his mouth in agreement. “I wouldn’t have understood any other way.”

[idk-my-aesthetic]

TBT deleted scenes

you can find all the deleted scenes and a bunch of early story boards on youtube, but heres some highlights

branch and poppy have a "couples scrapbooking montage" to make the conspiracy board

JD has a massive amount of wallet pictures of his brothers

it looks like at some point velvet and veneer were supposed to be bergins, which makes sense, but was later changed to what we have now

branch being one of gristle's groomsmen and supporting gristle when he gets nervous, also smidge being part of the team getting gristle together and cooper being part of bridgets wake up team was a cute little moment of like gender non conformity that i guess got cut

floyd had dark hair with blue tips and was somehow more emo

we got to see baby branch's perm

velvet had space buns

velvet keeps floyd locked in a chest and he visibly squints against the light which is so much more angsty omg

ronda went through a bunch of intresting design changes, my favorites so far were a second pair of eyes and a design that was very hippo like

jd mentioning smthn about a net and a grapple gun i think my man was going to straight up kidnap bruce and clay

poppy made them go through a training montage

viva just watching poppy ramble and smile as she does oh my heartttttt

velvet and vaneer covering the obvious trolls in their chests with very obvious scarves is hilarious

cute little sequence of bridget and gristle gearing up for their honey moon

they originally had the climb to vaycay island be much more difficult, branch falls and in the first version is saved by poppy, in the second he is arguing with JD and is then saved by him

thats all ive seen so far! go check em out if you feel like it

[warrioroflight5000]

My economics teacher was a freemason. It's big where I come from.

They believe in submitting to a higher power. A non-descript higher power. As it was described to me, I could've chosen my hat.

And what was promised to me was community. A network. Nepotism. Safety nets. Checks and balances.

I didn't join. Didn't think I needed any of that, and even if I got it I would be forever in debt.

And I don't need to owe anybody other than my parents cause I haven't finished paying them back yet.

But I have ended up networking with a violence survivors support group and a rainbow support group, when I have the strength to go.

Also, though, I fucking hate being sober. Like, with all my heart. But that's besides the point.

Anyways, less of a question and more just baiting a response I suppose. A prompt, but take your time or don't respond at all.

An unprompted, impromptu, non-prompt prompt.

Do you like this song?

😂 Hello, and good morning to you. The Freemason's have always intrested me. Like, what goes on behind clothes doors and what kind of connections do they have? I wasn't clear about the money part that you mentioned, do they require you pay them? Were you somehow relating the money thing to A.A.? If so, I can say, there's no requirement for any donations but like anything in this world, it does require money to stay alive, members donate what they see fit which is usually something like $2-3 every meeting they go to. As far as you song goes, my apologies but I don't click on unknown links due to viruses and scams, sorry. I hope you have an awesome day!

[thejournallo]

Explain the shift: the no method.

As always, I will love to hear your thoughts! and if you have any questions, I will be more than happy to answer them! If you liked it, leave a comment or reblog (that is always appreciated!). if you are intrested in more method check the masterlist!

you are 100% going to get more result using no method that any other method.

For the moment, let's have a real talk, though. because I noticed that the majority of the methods that are supposed to make you shift are all the same, all with the same structure as the Raven method. So you close your eyes,count to a number while you visualize, and once you are done, you have to do this action or just go to sleep to wake up there. That is the basic idea of a shifting method. I decided to take those basics and simply adapt to my needs! because i will never succed if i use method that are made for other people minds.

how do i shift in a specific reality?

As I said in one of my old posts about shifting, I am a non-control shifter, which means I just fall asleep, and if I shift, it is in a totally random place. but I do have my method to control more where I go!

Be in a comfortable position, and close your eyes. visualize where you want to go, your comfort character, everything about your DR (those are options of what you can visualize, not what you have to visualize).

Imagine yourself in a loop, going on and on about your day in the D.R., and just falling asleep. You will wake up there.

my thoughts:

As a person with ADHD, I struggle a lot to stay in the same position, counting slowly and repeating affirmations. This is something that tired me a lot mentally and, consequently, physically. I was struggling, and I felt bad.

Then I realized that I have to adapt every method to me, and I don't have to adapt for anyone.

[coffee-starlight-1111]

Setila would called astro and dandy "dad" Infront of every toon idk how they all react.

☆Oki-

🌈🌼The toons reactions rn:

Boxten:...wha?-

Poppy:ehhh!!!????-

Shrimpo:HOW THE FRIK-

Toodles:*suprise noises*

Brightney:Did setila just call them...dad??-

Finn:🤯🤯🤯🤯

Flutter:*silent confusion*

Razzle & Dazzle:WOAH!! I didn't know that!(That sounds like 2 dads & one adoptive kid thing..)

Glisten:*has no idea on what to say*

Cosmo:Huh?-

Goob:what'd I just hear in a minute?-

Scraps:why am I not surprised when I heard that-

Rodger:how..am I supposed to make a theory about this?

Teagan:Hmm, that was mostly unexpected.

Tisha:Oh?-

Sprout:..OOOOOHH-

Shelly:*suprised but intrested*

Pebble:arf??

Vee: Dandy. Plz explain.

[I sometimes post these stuff on what @shadowmiesha says when I check my inbox cause yes-]

[alterrune]

A SUDDEN CHANGE IN REGIME

Note to all the new people I've attracted from the Splatoon community: This post is for the people who've been fans of this blog before this sudden shift in fandoms. This blog is supposed to center around a Henry Stickmin fanstory known as "Altering the Outcome", which involves two OCs, Alter & Violet, two canon characters, Henry & Ellie, and Kyle (yours truly, and these posts usually come from my POV). This is what I normally post, and I'll be honest, I missed doing this.

(The rest of the CSB [ColorStreak Battalion] are currently all glaring daggers into me. I'm sitting in a chair in my room, with the 4 hovering over me with stern looks on their faces.)

Okay, guys. What did I do?

Maybe start with the whole "Splatoon 3" thing? What's going on there?

Yeah. We decide to check out the blog and all of a sudden it's all green.

(sigh) Okay, look guys, I don't think I've told you about this whole thing.

Clearly not. We read your post about this being a thing since somewhere between late Febuary & early March?

And you've been hiding this from us...why?

(I legit have no other choice but to fess up.)

Because I was afraid you guys would laugh at me, alright?! I don't like to admit it, but sometimes I feel like you guys would actually laugh at me for some of the things I do, AND THIS IS ONE OF THOSE THINGS!!!

(All of them suddenly go silent. For the first time ever, I went ballistic on them. I had to. I had to or else the point wouldn't have gone across.)

Wait...THAT'S why? Kyle, buddy...we would never do that. Not to you.

Yeah. We're not just some OCs you made, we're your friends. And as you've seen in battle, we'd gladly take a bullet for you.

Laughing at the enemies? Yeah, we'll do that, and you'll join in. But you're not an enemy, Kyle, you're a friend.

The Colorstreak Battalion, our little 5-person group, wouldn't be the same without you.

(I suddenly begin welling up in tears, outstrectching my arms for a hug.)

(sniff) Get over here, ya big saps!

(The four of them all group hug me while I'm crying tears of absolute joy. I made this story, and by proxy, them. They're characters in a fangame I made. But this isn't something they were programmed to do. They do this out of their own volition. They were always a bit self-aware, but they've already outright embraced it a long time ago. This hug...it's genuine. Not coded, but genuine.)

Thanks, guys. (sniff) It means a lot coming from you.

Anytime, Kyle. Say, how about letting us in on the festivities?

Yeah! We're totally intrested in this. It's Past vs. Present vs. Future, right?

Well, guess what? We always look to the future as well. So we're with you on Team Future all the way, Kyle.

Yeah. Give us some Inkling weapons, we're ready for some Turf War!

(Drying off the last of my tears, I'm suddenly taken aback in shock. They actually want to join in on this. This was the exact opposite of what I expected them to do, and I love it.)

You guys...want to join in? Like hell I'd say otherwise! Let's do this, together!

YEAH!

ACHIEVEMENT UNLOCKED: Anarchistic ColorStreak Rainbow