#let me platonically give my friends their favorite flowers

[temporarytemporal]

cling to me

I know I said I was going to distance myself from this piece of media because of all of its terrible connections, but these two characters seem to have taken root in a permanent place in my heart, and I can't let them go.

Anyway, here's some character design notes below the cut for the one person out there who's obsessed with these characters as much as me.

Early DSMP: the era of childhood innocence

Bandanas: They sport each other’s bandana’s (they’re hidden in the design for every era). I love character designs with complementary colors (and I love how red and green are also cranboo’s colors)

Disks: Early on, cat and mellohi represent the peaceful moments ctommy shared with his favorite people, but they went on to be a symbol of victory and independence from the people who have hurt him.

Flowers: Ctubbo collects flowers and tries to memorize the meanings and symbolism tied to each type of flower. He also collects them for his bees.

L’manberg: the era where children became soldiers

Horns: Ctubbo’s horns start to grow in here.

Pogtopia: the era of an exile and a secretary of state / spy

You can tell I joined the fandom at the end of this era because I don’t have many notes here or for the l’manberg era.

Exile: the era of an exile once again and and a president too young

Hair: Ctommy’s hair starts to grow longer as he neglects taking care of himself.

Clothes: Ctommy’s clothes are tattered; one shoe is destroyed and he took to wearing cw-lbur’s (f-ck ccw-lbur btw!!) trench coat.

Bandages: Ctubbo’s wrapped in bandages from his recently earned firework burns. He’s gone blind in his right eye, and he’s missing the ring and pinkie finger on his right hand.

Compasses: They share their matching ‘your tommy’ and ‘your tubbo’ compasses

Hog Hunt: the era where one sought to kill the blood god while the other sought refuge there

Stolen goods: Ctommy’s has his antarctic empire outfit plus all the goods he stole from ctechno like the turtle helmet, golden apples, and the axe of peace.

Bedrock: Ctommy wears his counterpart piece matching techno’s from his ear.

Prosthetic: Ctommy’s right foot had to be amputated after he loses it to frostbite in the trek to cemeraldduo’s cabin. Ctechno gives him a simple prosthetic.

Disc Finale: the era of mended relationships and a final stand

Headband: Ctommy begins to wear a devil headband to fit in more, as he’s one of the few humans on the server. The devil horns were chosen to resemble ceryn’s real ones.

Patchwork: Ctommy learns to sew, and he fixes his tattered clothes from exile.

Post Revival:

Devil horns: Ctommy’s devil horns (plus a tail) become real after revival, and he gets a white streak in his hair.

Prime cross: The bad things that have happened to them both that they survived strengthen ctommy’s faith in prime, whereas they weaken ctubbo’s faith.

Sweater: Ctommy makes himself a sweater from friend’s wool.

Mechanical inventions: Ctubbo pursues his passion for engineering more as he makes mechanical bee drones and studies nuclear physics. He also makes himself prosthetic fingers, and he upgrades ctommy’s prosthetic foot.

Marriage ring: Ctubbo marries cranboo platonically and wears the ring on his horn. He also founds snowchester so he can have a place to protect his loved ones and raise his son. He grows out his hair to avoid eye contact for cranboo and to cover his scars.

Body type: Ctubbo gets chubbier and gains some muscle as he gets a bit happier in life.

Post DSMP:

The prison break and everything after it never happened. These are my OCs, and I make the rules because every actor/writer who played a part in their creation either abandoned them or turned out to be a terrible person. Cbenchtrio live happily ever after and begin their journey of healing while cdream rots in prison forever.

[sillystarwrites]

Artist’s Muse | MW Daisuke x Reader

A/N: first one shot gang, wish me luck because I am scared.

Summary: Daisuke hasn’t been heard from all day. Worried, reader goes to his quarters and finds out what he’s really up to.

Type: Anya’s intern reader, gender neutral, Fluff/platonic, idk man just read it blehhh

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It was quiet. Too quiet. Something was up. Ever since you woke up, and gotten to work in the medbay, something was missing.

Daisuke.

He always poked his head in the room at some point, cracking a joke or giving you and Anya some doodles from his work with Swansea, which you both put up on the board. (Yimpy was your favorite, by the way!) You’d been working for hours, organizing and helping Anya, occasionally going around the ship to help Swansea, since the engineer’s intern was holed up in his quarters. 

As of right now, you were just in Utility, taking a break from your intern duties with Anya.

“So…have you heard from Daisuke at all? I haven’t seen him all day.” You started conversation awkwardly, figuring Swansea might know.

“Nope, haven’t seen the kid either. I tried yanking him from his room, but he was working on something. Didn’t even let me in.” Swansea groused, grabbing a wrench from his toolbox as he tightened the bolts on the cryopods, “Can’t help but admit I am a bit worried, the kid doesn’t pull stunts like this often, or at all to be honest.”

“I mean, I could check on him. I’m technically his best friend, right?” you suggested.

“Y’know…I suppose that could work. My next bet was waiting it out, but I’ll send ya down there. Thanks, kid” he spoke, the gratefulness evident.

“Anytime, Mr. Swansea!” you grinned, your feet swiftly carrying you from the utility room, down the metal halls and to the crew’s quarters. You approached his door, “Daisuke” written in dark pink lettering, with doodles of hibiscus flowers around his name. You raised your hand, your fist rapping against the door softly.

“Daisuke, are you in there? Can I come in?” you asked carefully, worried. Something was wrong. It had to be.

“Don’t- don’t come in! I’m busy.” he responded meekly, a hint of nervousness in his voice, “Besides uh- I’m- whatever, just go away.”

“I’m not gonna go away until you either let me in or tell me what’s going on. You’re worrying Swansea and I, as well as everyone else, I’m sure.” you insisted, the concern eating you alive, “You know these doors don’t lock, the only thing stopping me from coming in is the fact you’re responding.”

“Come on, (y/n), it’s really better if you just go, I’ll be done in a bit!” he fought back.

“Daisuke, please, you’re scaring me. I haven’t heard from you all day. I can tell something’s up.” you could hear shuffling from in the room, pens and pencils clicking against the wood of his desk. Your hand gripped the metal knob, turning it slowly.

“Wait, wait, wait!” Daisuke ran up to the door, closing it before you could open it as papers rustled.

It was a few moments before it flung open, the wind slightly pushing your hair back as you were greeted with him brightly smiling self. Before you could even speak, Daisuke spoke over you.

“Here! I’ve been working like, all day on this, so I hope you like it!” He smiled, handing you the paper.

You looked down and…it was a drawing of you. You knew he was good at art but…this was on a different level.

“This is so good!” You gushed, careful not to crumple the paper with excitement, “Swansea’s gonna be absolutely pissed but y’know, it seems worth it, right?” you chuckled, hugging him, still tenderly handling the masterpiece.

“Oh wow, I didn’t expect you to get this excited, but thanks, (y/n). Thanks a lot.” he hugged back, relishing the feeling of you in his arms. 

“Still, you should probably go to Swansea before he chews you out for 12 hours.” you pulled back, smiling still, a fuzzy feeling on your cheeks, “I’ll put this in my room immediately, though, it means a lot!”

“Fine, fine, see ya (y/n)!” He waved, jogging off to Utility. May he rest in peace.

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A/N: sorry if this was short, I don’t write one shots that often, but lemme cook!1!1!1!1!1! 😋

[shamelessfaceless]

Love, Pain, Death, Repeat II

Navigation | Marvel Masterlist | Part I

Pairings: Dark!Wanda Maximoff x F!Reader, Billy and Tommy Maximoff x Mom!Reader, Agatha Harkness x F!Reader (platonic)

Summary: Why can't you understand? You were hers, and you will always be hers. You are her solemate. What you don’t understand?

Warnings: Dark!Wanda, mention of cheating, mention of death and suicide, stockholm syndrome (not sure about this one)

Wc: 1550

A/n: Im looking for beta reader (i dont have friends for this😔).

Btw If you saw other post i published before this.. NO YOU DIDNT. It was a dream, and lets keep it that way <333

“Boys, go downstairs, I think mommy doesn't feel very well and I need to take care of her today.” Her voice is soft, opposite of what you heard last time you saw her.

Your kids, you assumed, get off you. One in a green shirt whispered something to the other one, and they started running. They looked like a perfect mix of you and your ex. Something you really wanted to have. Even as you were younger you always wanted to have your prince charming, and few kids. After a few years, the only thing that changed was prince to princess.

“Why I am here? Is this hell?” After learning that Wanda cheated on you, you started feeling like you don’t deserve love or even kids.

“Aren’t you happy? We can have everything we want here! No Natasha, no Vision, no other people we know.” You looked at her disgusted. She made you believe that you’re not enough, and now she wants to build a dream, more like a nightmare to you, about you and her and your kids.

“Why me? Why not him?!” In a second she was next to you, her hand on your mouth.

“Keep that mouth of yours quieter. We Don't want boys to be suspicious, right?” Her green eyes always made you melt, and she kept her hand on your face. You wanted to give in, but decided to push her away. “Behave” She mumbled sitting next to you.

“Tell me, why me? He truly loved you, as much as a bunch of wires could love someone.” She started stroking your hair.

“It was all just about mind stone, it was all that made me interested in him. I needed to understand this, you are my true love.” Tears falling from her eyes. You couldn’t decide if they were real, or she only wanted to make you forgive her.

You faced the wall not wanting to look at her any longer. She left without saying anything more, after a while she came back and left breakfast on the bed. You were scared to eat it. Who knows if she didn't poisoned it. After a few days of staying in the room and only going to the toilet you decided to finally go to the kitchen to fix yourself something to eat and come back to the bedroom. You started learning her routine, most of the day she wasn’t at home. Taking boys to the school, and going straight after that to work. Boys.. Tommy and Billy, you learned their names yesterday, are coming back from school by foot. Wanda always comes back in the evenings. You need to share bed with her. Feeling her hands on your body makes you feel disgusted and at the same time safe.

“Mommy! Do you feel better now?” Little boy asked. You feel teats building in your eyes, as you looked in his own, almost the same color as yours. Every look at boys is tearing down your walls. Every look at them makes you question what you protect yourself from?

“Yeah Tommy, Mommy feels better now. Do you and your brother want something to eat?”

“Mom was giving us money to buy food at and after school.” He confessed. “But.. Today I bought something else.

“ Tom…”

“But wait!” He runned to his room and came back as fast as he could. Holding something behind his back he looked at you with puppy eyes. “Please don’t be mad, I just… I wanted to buy you this! “He gave you a few flowers. Your favorite flowers. “I wanted to make you feel better, and mom told me you love these!”

You wanted to cry really hard. Feeling a knot in your throat you decided to kiss his forehead and take flowers. You put them in the first vase you saw and started searching for things for pancakes.

When Wanda came back home, the first thing that hitted her was the smell, and just a while later boys came running to her, mouths full of food, and telling her you made them pancakes. She smiled nodding at their words. Everything she could think of was you, and how close she must be to finally break you.

Day after day, you were getting closer to the boys. To Wanda you were closer to breaking point. You even started making dinners for boys. For them you even started learning how to cook. After a few weeks of making dinner only for them you also started leaving something to eat for Wanda. You could not talk to her, but you didn't want her to make herself food after a long day of work, and the voice inside your head wanted her to tell you how good your dishes are, how proud of you she is. Today you decided to bake pizza. Boys wanted to help you but it ended up in flour fight.

“And how will I clean it?” You asked looking at Tommy who has all his hair white, and Billy who has his face in white powder.

“Well, mom can help!” Said Billy.

“Well, maybe I can.” Her voice made you shiver. You looked at the clock, she was home earlier. “Boys, go clean yourself before you eat, maybe we can even watch something together.” They hugged her and speeded to the bathroom.

You wanted to call for them to come back. Staying with Wanda in one room was the last thing you wanted to do right now. After the conversation on the first day you woke up here, you never talked. You didn’t want to hear her voice, you were scared. Not only things she could say, but you could actually brake and fall in her arms.

“What do you say sweet girl, want my help?” She gets closer to you. “Or you maybe want to help you also with something else?” You felt her knee between your legs. Oh how long you weren’t touched down there. Knocking on the door saved you from answering. Wanda only huffed and went to see who disturbed her.

“Hey sweetie! I just wanted to ask if you have some sugar. You know, it's late, and all the shops are closed.” After a while an older woman came into the kitchen.

“Love, why don’t you give our neighbor some sugar.” Wanda said. You only nodded. After a few seconds you were handing a stranger a cup of sugar.

“Thanks honey, oh, i forgot to introduce myself, Im Agatha” She said sweetly. You felt hope, maybe she also knows this world is fake. Maybe if you and her get to know each other you could stop Wanda. You saw a spark of hope and didn’t want to give up not now. But Wanda answered faster than you could think about anything you could say.

“And that's Y/N, she's not very talkative, selective mutism.” She lied without stuttering. You hated her almost the same as you loved her. You couldn't fully hate her, everyone but not her.

You looked into the woman's eyes with a pleading look. You didn’t care Wanda could see that, you only hoped Agatha would understand you. Soon the dark haired woman left and Wanda was again next to you. Her face is millimeters of yours.

“What would you say If I give you another child, hm? You weren’t here when boys were small. “Her lips are almost touching yours.”

“Ew! Moms!”

You were glad Billy finally came back. Thanks to your luck for saving you from Wanda twice. Rest of the evening went nice. You fell asleep while watching a movie. Every night you hoped that she would spare you, she would finally give up and let you be free. Oh how wrong you were. Wanda had plans for you, she needed her pretty girl, and no one could change her plans.

Agatha came a few times when Wanda wasn’t at home. You talked to her trying to see if she also knows if this whole world is fake. When you weren’t sure and asked her about this, she said she knew very well about what Wanda did, she wanted to save you. And she tried. You had everything planned, everything seemed so easy. But one day Agatha disappeared. She no longer came to your house, she wasn’t at home. After a few weeks new neighbors moved in. 

And the day when you couldn't take it anymore came earlier than you expected. When Agatha wasn't there anymore you lost your last hope. No one could help you. There was no one else knowing about what Maximoff did. When you opened your eyes and saw the mother of your childs getting ready to work you had decided. Slowly going behind her you hugged her. 

“Thank you for what you did for us Wands”

[angelicsoka]

ROMEO & JULIET, l. hughes

word count | 1.3k

pairings | luke hughes x fem!zegras!reader, platonic!trevor zegras x sister!reader, platonic!quinn hughes x reader, platonic!jack hughes x reader

summary | in which trevor zegras finds out who his sister has been fooling around with, and he isn’t very happy.

warnings | not proofread, no use of "y/n", but the reader goes by the nickname “jules”. slight nsfw content but no smut. lowercase intended. this is a work of fiction, i am by no means saying this is how they act in real life.

a/n | this is highly requested, however i did rewrite it like 3 times. it still isn’t my favorite thing ever but here it is! enjoy!!

jules zegras was off limits to trevor’s friends, a rule that jules found incredibly stupid. since when did he get to decide who she can and cannot date? still, she kept her distance and they kept theirs. that was until luke hughes walked into jules’ life. 

it started off as nothing more than a fling, a one night stand. but one night turned to two, and nights turned into morning coffees, you get the picture. jules was happy, luke hughes made her happy. he was the perfect gentleman, he opened the car door for her, brought her flowers for every date night. he treated her like a queen and fucked her like a whore. he was the definition of perfect in jules’ eyes; the only problem was trevor. 

because of trevor, they spent most of their time together, sneaking around. quick kisses as they passed, sneaking into bathrooms at parties for a few minutes alone. they had sworn ethan and mark to secrecy when they had caught the two of them kissing. and trevor did everything in his power to keep his sister away from his friends, especially the hughes brothers. they were a real life romeo and juliet. 

jules giggled as luke kissed up her neck, her hands attempting to push him back. “lu, we can’t. my brother will be back soon and he will kill you if he found out.” she let out a breathy moan as he sucked lightly on her neck. “luke, please.” 

“i’m tired of hiding, baby. i just wanna kiss my girl and not have to worry about everyone finding out.” luke looked at her, a soft pout on his face. 

“trust me, i want nothing more than to show you off, but i can't if you're dead. just give me time to tell him.” luke frowned but nodded, placing another kiss on her neck. “luke.”

“alright, alright, i’m done.” he smirked, backing off. “for now.” jules blushed, pushing him away from her when the door to her apartment opened. 

“jules! luke! we're back!” trevor shouted, setting the pizzas on her counter.

“dude, we’re right here. you don't need to shout.” jules glared at her brother as jack and quinn walked in behind him. “the fuck you lookin’ at?” jules raised an eyebrow to jack who had a weird look on his face.

“is that a hickey?” he asked, pointing to the bruise forming on her neck. she gave him a harsh glare, knowing what he was up to. jack had walked in on luke and jules cuddling the day prior, and he had been trying to get them to tell trevor ever since. “are you blushing?” jules stood up, shoving past jack to grab a slice of pizza. 

“i don't know what you’re talking about.” she didn’t meet the eyes of her brothers and friends as she made her way back to her spot on the couch.

“jules, what is he talking about? let me see.” trevor tried to get a look at the hickey, but jules pushed him away, smacking him upside the back of his head. “ow, what the hell?”

“fuck off, trev. it's just a hickey, you act like you haven’t ever given someone a hickey!” she argued, her blush giving away the embarrassment she was feeling. “i’ve had it a few days, clearly you are oblivious.”

“you didn’t have it yesterday.” jack stated, his mouth full of pizza. trevor whipped around to jack, ready to interrogate his best friend. quinn sat beside luke, the two watching it go down. luke was glaring at his brother, giving him the ‘cut it out’ motion as he did. 

“how do you know?” trevor looked to jack, a suspicious look on his face. “i swear, jack, if you gave her the hickey–”

“first of all, ew. second of all, jack doesn’t know what he’s talking about.”

“what do you mean ew? please, you wanna get with me, don’t even deny it.” jules rolled her eyes, going to retort when trevor interrupted them.

“hold up, do you know who gave her the hickey?” 

“trev, i’m in college. why are you so surprised that i have a hickey?” jules was doing her best to defer the conversation, but trevor was persistent. “just let it go.”

“i’ll let it go when you tell me.” jules huffed out a laugh at his words. “come on, jules, just tell me!”

“no! jesus, trev, it isn’t that big of a deal.” jules took a bite of her pizza, glancing at luke. he was silent, avoiding eye contact with her and trevor.

“dude, just let her be. i wanna watch a movie and i can’t if you fuckers keep arguing.” quinn intervened, tired of the pointless arguing. jules looked to quinn with a grateful look in her eye, earning a slight nod. 

“fine, but we aren’t finished talking about this, jules.” she rolled her eyes, grabbing the remote from her coffee table to turn on a movie. 

“yeah, whatever.” jules clicked on a random movie, glancing to luke once more.

“dude, why do you keep looking at luke?” trevor asked, his face dropping when he realized. “oh my god, it was luke wasn’t it?” luke’s face flushed and he began to stutter as he tried to tell him otherwise. “oh my god!” 

“trevor, wait before you get mad–” jules started, her face incredibly red.

“of all my friends, you chose luke?” 

“hey! why’d you say it like that?” luke asked, an offend look on his face. “you say that like i’m a bad kid or something. be glad it's me and not jack!” jack began to choke on his pizza, glaring at luke as he coughed.

“fuck you, moose. i’m a great guy!” jules burst out laughing at his statement, stopping when she saw the look on trevor’s face.

“trevor, please. just listen before you kill him.”

“kill me?” luke’s voice squeaked, his eyes wide.

“hush, luke.” luke looked to quinn wide eyed, jules moved closer to luke, putting herself between luke and trevor. “listen, trev, he treats right, okay? and he is super sweet, and funny, and hot. and he treats me right, and that’s all that should matter.” jules spoke quickly, her face flushed as she spoke. “i like him, trev, like really, really like him. hell, i love him!” she clamped a hand over her mouth at her confession. her eyes darted to luke, the only sound in the room being the tv as everyone stared at her, eyes wide. “wait–”

“you love me?” jules’ fight or flight kicked and she ran out the door of her apartment. she hadn't even realized she was running until she was outside her complex, the winter air nipping at her skin. she felt her chest tighten, panic coursing through her veins. she hadn’t meant to say that, at least not yet. she sat on the cold pavement attempting to catch her breath. “j?” she whipped her head toward luke, shocked he had followed her out.

“lu–” luke sat beside her, placing a hand on her cheek and drawing her lips to his. 

“i love you, jules zegras. so goddamn much.” luke said, after pulling back from her. she gripped the front of his shirt in her fist, a goofy smile on her lips.

“god, you are so hot.” 

“oh, i know.” he laughed when she hit him. she kissed him once more, before pulling him up with her. 

“we should probably go talk to trevor. he’s probably planning your murder.”

“ehh, i wouldn't be so sure about that.” jules looked at him, confused. he led her back up to her apartment, opening the door. inside, shouting could be heard.

“dude, we’re going to be brothers-in-law!” jack shouted, shaking trevor by his shoulders. “aren’t you excited?”

“yes, i am. i don’t think quinn is though.” jules and luke walked in further, looking to quinn who had a dead stare on his face, looking as though he wanted to die.

“you good, quinny?” jules asked, looking to the oldest hughes.

“how could you do this to me?”

[its-time-to-write]

Omg I'm loving your response to my prompts!! thank you

I have a few ideas (You don't have to do them all) just throwing them out there to see what sparks ideas!!

I love secret admirer stories (I know its no where close to valentines day but still) maybe Reader is Rebecca's assistant and keeps getting gifts leading up to valentines day but she is pretty sure its like Sam or Isaac and tells friend Jaime (even though its really him) then the day of the grand finale and she comes to the lovely surprise of it being Jaime!

also if you could include Scarlett red roses in it for me (They are my favorite flower and the only flower I'm not allergic to)

So. I liked this one. Maybe too much? It might be the longest one I’ve written so far, so, uh, sorry about that. But I liked it a lot. It might be one of my favorite things I’ve ever written. Hope you enjoy. also the gif isn’t Jamie Tartt but it is Phil Dunster so hopefully that’s ok

honey, i’ll give you all my time

Good god, it’s February all ready. You have a love-hate relationship with the month; love, because Galentine’s Day and hate because Valentine’s Day. You and your friends would go out on February 15th to get discount chocolate from the shops, then return home for an ungodly amount of takeout and a movie. On the whole, you all preferred action movies with a good romance. 

You’re dreading Valentine’s Day because it’s when your boyfriend of two years held your hands in his, and told you he wanted to break up. 

That was a year ago. You’re mostly angry that he’s a dark stain on one of your favorite holidays. You’re absolutely determined not to let him ruin your enjoyment. 

This is also the first year you’re not with your friends. You moved away last March because you realized your ex had been holding you back in far too many ways. 

So. To recap. 

You’re alone. You love Valentine’s Day, despite it forever being the day of your breakup. Your friends aren’t here. You have new friends. There is no one to go to the shops with on the 15th. But discount chocolate is still discount chocolate. 

Your current job is as a personal assistant, something you excel at. You basically anticipate needs, meet them, and just generally make your employer’s life a whole lot easier. The application said the job required a lot of travel, but all expenses (minus some food) were covered. 

You were shocked when you got an interview, then a second, then a third, then were hired. 

Your boss is a woman named Rebecca Welton, and you’re half in love with her, but who isn’t, really?

You swear you’ve never been in such a healthy work environment. You mention it one day, early on, and she says it’s all thanks to their head coach, someone named Ted. 

You meet him for the first time later that day, and you understand. 

It’s impossible not to love him, because he has vision. He knows what he wants from his team, and he knows how to get it. 

He believes the team extends far beyond the players. 

He believes it extends to you, too. 

Ted and Coach Beard steal you from Rebecca as often as they can, claiming emergencies such as “a toxic amount of testosterone from all these boys,” “life-threatening boredom,” and last but not least, “there’s a new pun Ted absolutely needs to test right now and he won’t take no for an answer.”

(You like to give Ted honest feedback on his puns.) 

You also find yourself in their office when Rebecca is out for lunch, eating your respective sandwiches and swapping life stories. 

They remind you a lot of your parents.

It’s mid-June when you mention the Valentine’s Day story. 

It doesn’t hurt as much when it’s punctuated by Ted’s “he didn’ts” and Beard’s perfectly-timed gasps. 

You find yourself laughing halfway through, unable to stop. 

“And anyway,” you finish, cheeks painful from smiling so hard, “that’s why romantic love is a joke and I am drowning myself in platonic love forever.”

Ted and Beard share a look. “I wouldn’t be too sure about that,” Beard says. 

You shoot him a quizzical look. “What do you mean?”

“Well sweetheart,” Ted says, “between the two of us collectively,” here points between him and Beard, “we know of at least three of the boys on the team who are madly in love with you.”

“What?” you gasp, “How did you- where did you- who??”

Ted zips his lips and Beard tips a finger to him. “We know of five if we count Rebecca’s intel.”

You’re sitting cross-legged on the edge of Beard’s desk, in shock. “Rebecca knows about this??”

Ted and Beard shrug in unison. “We all have our opinions on which one should shoot their shot, but that’s neither here nor there,” Ted says. 

“Coincidentally, it’s the one thing we unanimously agree on,” Beard nods. 

You’re cut off from saying anything by the door opening. One of the players stands in the doorway. 

“Excuse me, coach,” he says, accent thick. 

Ted motions in a you have the floor type of way, and the footballer turns to address you of all people. “We’re all goin’ out tonight, and Keeley sent me to invite the new girl. None of the lads have really met you yet, just seen you ‘round. Thought it might be good for team bonding, or something. I’m Jamie, by the way.”

“Oh,” you say, taken aback. “I guess- yeah, I guess I haven’t really met them. I mean, I see you guys around and stuff and I’m at your games, but I don’t really know you. Are you sure you want me to come?”

Jamie shrugs. “Coach is always on us about bein’ a team or some shit. And, havin’ a girl around makes the lads look good.”

You think that makes sense, and then find yourself agreeing to go out that night with a group of footballers you don’t know, and (thank god) Keeley Jones. 

You’re going to figure out which five before the summer’s over. 

—

You have nice time out with the lads. They go to a bar and cram into separate booths. You’re wedged in between two who have introduced themselves as Isaac and Dani, and across from Sam, Bumbercatch, and Jan Maas. Roy, Richard, and a few others you don’t know are milling about, and you see Jamie and Keeley at a table, surrounding by giggling girls. The sight is so absurd that you catch yourself smiling and turning back to whatever conspiracy Bumbercatch is telling you about now. 

—

You put Sam at the top of your list as soon as you get home. The man wears his heart on his sleeve, or maybe in his eyes, but you’re positive that he’s one of the five Ted and Beard referred to. One down, four to go. 

— 

It’s the end of July, and you begin to become friends with the team. You know for an absolute fact who is not interested in you, Jamie being one of them. Coincidentally, he’s the one you become closest to. You think it’s because you’re not worrying about sending mixed signals or leading him on. You dropped public hints about not really looking for anything romantic, just to be sure you wouldn’t hurt anyone. 

As it is, Jan Maas and Dani have made the list. Jan Maas, because he stifled his Dutch bluntness for you and Dani, because he openly declared he was madly in love with you in front of the whole team. 

—

Isaac makes the list in December. It had been in between him and Bumbercatch, but Isaac was the one who walked you to your car every night and the first one to say hello to you every morning. 

You’re not gonna lie, it was cute. 

You shared some of this with Ted and Beard, who remained impressively stone-faced. Rebecca proved to be equally impervious.

You shared all of it with your lunch-buddy-turned-work-bestie, Jamie. 

You ate with him because Rebecca was constantly in lunch meetings these days, and Ted, Beard, and Roy were always revamping their football strategies.

Jamie would plop down at your table and say, “What’s the news, Amy Hughes?” in his perfect Mancunian accent, and then listen/add commentary to whatever you had to say. 

You explained to him that the reason you wanted to know who liked you was so that you could be extra careful with their hearts. You knew what it was like to be led on, and you did NOT want to do that to someone else. 

Jamie nodded thoughtfully at that and then said, “We’re all footballers though, ain’t we? We get the shit end of the stick all the time, hearts broke by models and whatever. Even ends up in the fucking press. Everyone here’s has their heart broken before, and we all know you aren’t doing it on purpose.”

You wrinkle your nose at him. “I’m pretty sure it’s short end of the stick, Jamie.”

And thus begins your lunch hour of bickering. 

—

No one has made a move on you yet, and you don’t have a read on number five. You still think it may be Bumbercatch, but in reality, it slips from your mind. Sam’s moved on, Jan Maas has accepted defeat, Dani swears he will love you until the day he dies, and Isaac stays, well, Isaac. Still sweet. Still walking you to your car, coming round extra early in the morning with a coffee or a water, depending on which “looked less like shit.”

Really though, you don’t think about it until February first, when you walk into your office to a small box on your desk. 

At first, you think it’s a box of Ted’s biscuits. 

Then, you notice a small, scarlet-red rose taped to the top. There’s no note, and all that’s inside is a tiny paper heart. 

It’s folded with extreme care, and you place it on your shelf, smelling the rose. It smells amazing and you make a mental note to figure out where the heck it came from. But for now, it’s time to work. 

—

You don’t mention the gifts until February third, because now there’s been one a day. Each one with a scarlet red rose, and a different gift. Yesterday was an incredibly expensive bar of chocolate (it was life-changing) and today is a tiny gold bracelet.

It’s a simple enough chain, but it is absolutely breathtaking. There is no mistaking the fact that it is not cheap, so you take it and march straight to Rebecca’s office.  

“Rebecca,” you say, hands outstretched, “look.”

She does, smiles, then says, “It appears you have a secret admirer.”

“But I don’t want that!” you cry. “I don’t even have time for that! I don’t even like anybody right now!”

She peers at you over her glasses. “Don’t you?”

The sheer weight of those words is enough to physically knock you back two steps. 

You don’t, you swear you don’t, you’re absolutely sure. 

What about Vienna? a voice in the very back of your head nags.

You reply, out loud, “We don’t talk about Vienna,” and Rebecca just shrugs. 

“Have it your way,” she replies in a tone that means this conversation is over, but you’re the one ending it.

You turn on your heel and find yourself taking the route to Ted and Beard. 

You burst into their office in such a flurry that the entire room turns to look at you. “Close the door,” you say with such urgency, that Trent hurries to comply. Beard even shuts the blinds. 

“What’s on your mind, Ollie Cline?” Ted asks. 

“Wait,” you say, holding up a hand. You point to Roy. “Do you want to be here? It involves feelings.”

“Fuck no,” says Roy, “thanks for being fucking considerate.” He follows it up with a pointed glare at Ted, then goes into his office and firmly shuts the door. 

“Can he be here?” Ted asks, tilting his head toward Trent. 

“I don’t care, he’s probably a good one to have around for this because look!” You present the three collected roses and the bracelet. 

“Someone’s started leaving me gifts, and I’m pretty sure it’s a Valentine’s thing because of the roses, and it was fine for the first two days but this is expensive, and I can’t accept this!”

Ted and Beard share a look. You hate it when they do that and leave you out. 

Ted sighs. “Listen, do you think this about Vienna?”

You fix him with a glare. “No. We are not talking about Vienna ever again.”

Trent pipes up, “What’s Vienna?” and you wheel around on him, taking your glare with you. 

“Vienna," you spit, like it’s poisonous, “is a terrible, awful place where people think terrible, awful things. I never want to talk about it again and I never will.”

Trent nods. “Noted.” 

You turn back to Ted and Beard, pleadingly. “What do I do? Tell me what to do.”

Beard gets up and puts his hand on your shoulder. “Kid, if you want my advice, take the damn roses and wear the damn bracelet. These boys make more money than they know how to spend, so just let it go. They all know how you feel about dating, so if someone’s shooting their shot, they know the stakes.”

You shake your head. “Fine. Fine. I’ll let it go.” 

—

You decide to tell Jamie on day five, because it’s a Friday and you’re dying to get his take. You tell him everything, show him the roses in your office (hanging upside down to dry), and then hand him the notebook that was in today’s box. 

“Jamie,” you say, “this is an expensive notebook. There was a typed note inside that said, ‘for your drawings.’ How did this person even know I like drawing? I never talk about it!”

Jamie looks at you and laughs a little. You’re very flustered for something most people would enjoy. “Dunno, love, but we’ve all seen the sticky notes you leave Coach. That might be it.”

You groan and flop down into your chair. 

“At least tomorrow’s the weekend,” you say.

—

Jamie’s phone dings at 9:00am on Saturday with a text from you that says, what the actual heck and a picture of a brown bag at your doorstep. Inside is a plastic box of your favorite lemon muffin from a local bakery. He emphasized the image, then waits for your response. 

It was still warm, you write. It was someone who knows where I live and knows what time I leave to get breakfast.

Jamie grins and sends you a shrugging emoji, and you respond with an eye roll and a you’re no fun.

Jamie reads that and privately disagrees. He thinks he’s lots of fun

—

You’re pretty sure it’s Isaac. After all, he’s the only likely candidate. He’s one of the few who knows where you live and knows your routine. Not in a creepy way, in a we’re-good-friends type of way. You bring this up to Jamie, after personally banning all talk of this with Ted, Beard, and Rebecca. Stupid Vienna. You should never have told them. 

Jamie shrugs for the millionth, infuriating time. He’s been noncommittal this whole time. You’re over here pouring out your heart and soul, considering whether you like Isaac romantically or not, and all he can say is, “I dunno?” 

This is not the Jamie Tartt you’ve become best friends with. 

That Jamie would be down to hunt this secret admirer with you. That Jamie would be helping you figure out if Isaac had a chance with you. That Jamie would be way more engaged than the one sitting in front of you right now. 

But, you suppose maybe that Jamie died in Vienna, so you stop bringing it up.

—

It’s day ten. Valentine’s Day is in four day, and you’re nervous. 

You’ve decided you don’t like Isaac like that, mainly because it shouldn’t take you that long to decide if you like anyone. There has to be an initial spark, and you shouldn’t try to manufacture it. 

Still, you’re not sure it is Isaac, so you’re not going to say anything about it. The scarlet red roses hang on your office wall, permeating the room with their scent. 

You feel like you’re dying. 

This is a cruel joke and you’re dying. 

The building is basically empty right now. Rebecca and Higgins have some meeting, the team is on the pitch (including Will) and various other staff are somewhere far away from you. So, you jump a little when Trent Crimm comes tripping into your office. 

“Vienna,” he says, no greeting. “If you didn’t want to talk about it, you wouldn’t have told anyone. I’m assuming you do want to talk about it, but you don’t want judgement from the people you love. I’m here to offer my services as a neutral party.”

You look at him. “Trent. You are a journalist. Your whole job is writing down people’s secrets. Why on earth would I talk to you about the worst day of my life?”

Trent shrugs. “I’m good at keeping secrets. This would be off the record. I’ve never lied to people about off the record, also. I consider it bad journalism.”

You consider this for a moment, then sigh. 

“Alright,” you concede. “At least if this gets out, I know whose head I’m shaving in retaliation.”

Trent looks at you in surprise, seeing you in a whole new, slightly threatening light.

“It happened two months ago. It was around Christmas, and I didn’t have anywhere to go…”

—

Your family all had their own separate plans that Christmas. Plans that didn’t really involve you. Same with your friends. You said something casually to Rebecca, and the next day she told you she had booked you a trip to Vienna. Call it an early Christmas present, she said. It was at the Aumaris Vienna, and it was gorgeous and ridiculously out of your budget, but she said you worked hard and gave her peace-of-mind, and you can’t really put a price on that, can you?

So you went. 

But here’s the thing. 

Someone else didn’t have Christmas plans. 

So when you brought up your trip at your daily lunch, said someone else casually asked, can I come? 

You almost choked on your sandwich. 

Because here’s the other thing.

You were, maybe, kind of, possibly just a little bit head over heels in love with this someone else.

You’re not sure when it happened, really, just that it was probably in August and that it was soul-crushing because you knew for an absolute fact that he did not, and never would, feel the same way. 

You didn’t tell anyone except Keeley, but under the condition that she just let you say it and that she never, ever give you a response to it. Just listen. 

She did, but you were pretty sure she almost combusted. 

But who are you to say no when Jamie Tartt invited himself on your luxurious Christmas vacation saying, I’ll pay extra to get a plane ticket next to you? 

You were doomed from the start. 

To make matters totally and impossibly worse, he couldn’t find another room. 

He had his tickets, but the hotels, he said, were packed. 

It was Christmas, after all. 

So that’s how you ended up in a luxury hotel with Jamie Tartt for a week and a half, one day of which was Christmas. 

You know the, “there was only one bed” trope that everyone thinks is so cute?

It was that, but only if you add deep, shattering heartbreak to it. 

Because every night, you had to listen to Jamie say, “goodnight, love,” and then get into that giant, soft bed as far away from him as you could manage. 

Every morning you woke up to the pillow barricade long gone, one of his arms thrown around you. Or one of your legs on top of his. Or a million different scenarios where you end up literally asleep together, some weird gravity pulling you to each other. 

You were falling so hard and so fast, that you felt like the air was knocked from your lungs when Jamie started talking about the girl he liked. 

“She’s just so fucking beautiful,” he’d say, staring at an Alpine mountain. Or, “Swear she’s the smartest fucking person I’ve ever met,” while traipsing through the city. Or, “Pretty sure she’s ruined me for everyone else,” while getting facials at the hotel spa. 

To be fair, you were the one who teased him into admitting he liked someone. 

You just didn’t expect it to hurt so much. 

The entire trip felt like heaven and hell had simultaneously converged on you, and you never wanted to leave but also desperately counted the days till it was over. 

You came back and broke down in Rebecca’s office. Ted and Beard were there. The whole thing came spilling out, about how you loved the trip so much it felt like your heart would explode but that Jamie loved someone else. 

They all exchanged looks amongst themselves and did their best to comfort you. 

You pulled yourself together and they promised never to say anything to anyone. 

—

“So that’s Vienna,” you finish. 

Trent is just staring at you, mouth slightly agape. 

He finally says, “My god, that’s fucked,” with such emotion that you decide right then and there that you like Trent Crimm and his rainbow mug. 

Now, you just shrug. “I did it to myself, honestly. That’s why I’m tripping out about this secret admirer thing. And god, Trent, the roses. They’re so beautiful and it’s so romantic, and whoever it is obviously knows me well so there’s a part of me that wants to like this person, but…” you trail off. 

“But there’s a part of you that’s hoping against hope that Jamie’s behind it all,” Trent finishes. 

You let out a little laugh. “Yeah, that about sums it up.”

Trent looks at the roses, then at you. “Maybe you should talk to Jamie,” he says, gently. 

You reply with a forceful, “No,” and then follow up with a small, “That’s what Ted and Rebecca say, too.” 

Trent stands up, shrugs, says with a small smile, “Just a thought,” then he’s out the way he came. 

—

It is Valentine’s Day. And it’s a Sunday, which means you are legally required to stay in bed until 10, at which point you will get out only to make yourself decent enough to go buy a good cup of coffee and maybe (definitely) something to eat. 

You’ve just finished putting on your shoes, when there’s a knock at the door. 

You take a breath, and get ready to let down your secret admirer as gently as possible. 

You swing open the door to reveal- 

“Jamie! What are you doing here?”

Jamie Tartt is on your doorstep, hands behind his back, looking shyer than the day you first met. 

He opens his mouth and says the last thing you’d ever expect:

“D’you remember Vienna?”

Your heart, which had already been going fast because his dumb floppy hair was all dumb and floppy in his stupid, cute headband, is now working double time. You manage a nod. 

Jamie takes this as permission to continue. “D’you remember how I couldn’t get another room, no matter how hard I tried? That wasn’t true. I could’ve.” He pauses, and you wait for him to continue. 

“And d’you remember when we met, when I told you Keeley told me to invite you out? That was a lie too.”

You tilt your head, confused. He keeps going. 

“Look- I fucked it. I fucked it a million times and I told Ted and I told Beard, but they kept helping me un-fuck it and giving me chances, and then Rebecca bought two tickets to Vienna and slipped me the other one, and they all told me I had a perfect shot.” 

You’re still not understanding what he’s saying. He might as well be speaking another language. Jamie sees the confusion in your eyes, takes a breath, and tries again. 

“Keeley told me to invite you out, but only because I’d seen you around and thought you were fit. Then Isaac and all the lads thought the same thing, so I didn’t even get to fuckin’ sit with you. And then you started sayin’ things about not bein’ ready for a relationship, so I tried to let it go. I really fucking tried. But I just couldn’t. Your eyes are too sparkly and your laugh is too fucking cute and I couldn’t let it go, so I started eating lunch with you and you fucking let me. I knew the moment I said anything about liking you, it was over.”

Comprehension has started to dawn, but you push down hope until Jamie’s done speaking. 

“Everyone told me to shoot my shot in Vienna. We shared a bed, for fuck’s sake.” Here, Jamie looks bewildered. “But I dunno, I didn’t want to make shit weird. So when you asked if I liked anyone I said yeah, and started fuckin describing you, but you never fucking picked up on it. That’s when I got the idea to try one more time. All by meself, no help from anyone else. So…yeah.”

Jamie Tartt is standing on your porch confessing his love for you on Valentine’s Day and it is not a dream, because if it were your teeth would be falling out and his hair would probably be neon pink. 

“I’m an idiot,” you breathe. “You like me? Like, like-like me?”

Jamie quirks a smile at that. “Not quite, darling. Pretty fucking sure I love you.” He pulls his hand from behind his back to reveal a bunch of scarlet red roses. The same from each gift. 

“Got these for you,” he says. “D’you know how hard it is to get red roses in February?”

You don’t answer him because you’re leaping into his arms, kissing him like you’ve thought about doing every day for what feels like forever. He’s kissing you back, hand with the flowers pressed against your back, other hand in your hair. 

“I love you too, Jamie,” you whisper against his mouth. He smiles and pulls you in again. 

[autism-autobot]

Flower of a Poisonous Seed Part 21

Part 20:

The only thing written on the whiteboard in the Demon Bull King's study was the word "flowers" in Nezha's handwriting.

The Demon Bull Family, Nezha, and Li Jing were trying to come up with what they'd do for Wukong's 7,000th birthday.

It wasn't as easy as they'd hoped.

For one thing, Wukong still hadn't fully recovered from surgery, and it was unclear as to whether or not he would recover in time for his birthday activities. Another thing to consider was that Wukong would still be sick even if he did manage to recover from the surgery in time.

And even then, they still weren't sure what Wukong would like to do for his birthday.

RS: Why can't we just ask him?

PIF: Because we're his family, and we ought to do something nice for him. He's been such a joy in each of our lives, and we ought to show him we care.

RS: But doesn't Uncle already know how much we care about him?

Nezha: This is Wukong we're talking about.

RS: Fair point. But what even are we going to do? "Flowers" isn't much to go off of.

Jing: Why can't we just throw a gala in his name and call it a day?

Nezha: Because, Father, Wukong gets far too anxious in crowds for us to even consider throwing any sort of party for him.

PIF: Poor baby, he got so nervous when my husband and I took him out to eat a few months back.

DBK: My brother wouldn't let go of my fur the whole time we were there. He could barely even speak up enough to order himself a salad, he was so nervous.

Nezha: Public outings are off the table, so is there anything else any of you can think of. I can only think of things we can do around the house, and Demon Bull King can't even fit inside my place. Wukong specifically requested that he be involved.

RS: My only ideas involve cake.

Jing: What kind of cake?

RS: Flower themed cake, obviously.

DBK: What kind of flowers?

RS: Um... the... regular kind?

PIF: We're going to have to do better than that for Wukong.

Nezha: Agreed. In the meantime, we can consider the flavor of the cake. What would be the point of the cake if not to eat it?

DBK: Yes, but what flavor?

Jing: Peach, of course.

Everyone else: NO!

Jing: Why not? He loves peaches!

Nezha: That was before his illness caused him to vomit whenever he consumed one. Citric acid doesn't sit well with him.

Jing: Oh. That's unfortunate.

RS: I once offered him a peach without knowing, and my poor uncle cried so hard.

Jing: Okay, so nothing peach related. Is there any fruit he can consume that he does like?

Nezha: Coconuts, apples, watermelon, raspberries, blueberries, any type of berry really...

RS: Did you memorize all his favorite foods?

Nezha: *smiles and shrugs* I love him very much, is all.

Jing: *raises eyebrow*

Nezha: Ugh, we're still just friends, Father. You can love someone platonically, you know.

RS: Raspberry cake sounds lovely!

DBK: And coconut shavings would make a good topping.

PIF: What about the frosting? What flavor should that be?

Nezha: Chocolate, maybe?

DBK: We may have to come back to that one.

~~~

Wukong wakes up in his recovery room to a certain dark-furred monkey sleeping with his head against his chest.

"I thought you were supposed to be monitoring me, silly."

Macaque had visited Wukong in the hospital soon after hearing about the surgery. Wukong never expected Macaque to be so worried about him.

It was during that time that they managed to catch up and come to be on better terms with each other.

Wukong being hospitalized gave them the opportunity to sit down and talk about subjects long overdue. Sorries, praises, and "I missed you"s were said by both monkeys.

They even talked about where to go from there.

"Caque, I don't want us to be an us again. I don't want to be an us with anyone for that matter. I'm done with that. I don't want to give myself away to anyone who isn't him. I'm sorry."

"It's okay, I get it. I... I just wish I appreciated you when I had you... and hadn't rejected you way back when. Maybe this *gestures to Wukong's bandages* wouldn't be happening if I didn't."

"Maybe it's a good thing you did."

~~~

PIF: MACAQUE!!!!!!!!!

Mac: *jolts awake* AAAAAAAAH!!!!! What??? What is it???!!!!

PIF: YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE MONITORING WUKONG!!!!!!!!!!

Mac: AAAAAAAAH!!!! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to fall asleep!!!!

PIF: *raises fan to hit him*

Mac: *shadow teleports away*

Part 22:

Masterpost

@istopaskingmemate @swkbiggestdefender @starrclown @ainnur @weaverpop

[abductedhiko]

Happy Lily Evans Day

A little fic in honor of lily’s birthday <3

Platonic moonflower, and also a tad bit of wolfstar. On the side, as a treat. Cuz I’m greedy LOL

Not beta read, we die like literally everybody in this fucking fandom

word count: 2,449

“It’s almost Lily Evans day men..” James said sternly to his friends.

Peter looked up from the muggle magazine he had borrowed from Sirius. “Lily Evans day?”

“He’s obviously talking about Lily’s birthday, Wormy.” Sirius rolled his eyes. he looked to James again from his spot on their shared floor, cocking his eyebrow suspiciously. “Prongs, what could you possibly be plotting now?”

“Ah yes, my dear Pads… we must come up with something amazing.” James said as he paced back in forth in their little dorm room. “Something…spectacular. Something that would truly blow her socks off.”

“Um…why?”

“Why!” James suddenly exclaimed at Sirius. “Well it’s Lily Evans day, Padfoot! This day only comes once a year!”

“Have you gone mad James?! Do you not remember the last times we tried to give her something?!?”

James snorted. “I’m only mad for Lily Evans. Padfoot you have to understand… I have a feeling, a hunch you might call it, that this is the year. this is the year she will finally come around, I know it!”

Sirius spared a suffering look at Remus, giving the boy a little shrug. Remus only smiled an easy smile back.

“Oh! We could give her some flowers!” Peter chimed in.

“We tried that in 4th year, remember Wormy? James replied solemnly, before throwing himself down on Sirius’ bed. “She burned them and then threw them at my feet!”

Peter suddenly had a little pink tint of embarrassment to his cheeks.

“Oh, I know!” Sirius said. “How about we enchant all the portraits to sing ‘Happy Birthday’! Like we did at Christmas!”

Remus snorted, not looking away from his book “That would never work.” He muttered, mostly to himself.

Sirius scoffed. “Well then, Moony. What do you think we should do?”

Remus rose to the challenge, though unexpected. “Well, someone like her wouldn’t approve of something as outlandish and obnoxious as portraits constantly singing. She likes things that are more thoughtful, and contrary to popular belief, gifting her lillies because her name is Lily is not very thoughtful.” He said casually, nose stuck in his book. “Her favorite color is red, she loves to bake. And also her favorite band is Fleetwood Mac.”

The room was suddenly very silent. Remus quickly looked up from his book in confusion, just to be met by the gaping faces of his three friends.

A small, embarrassed, blush began to creep up his neck. “What?” He asked. “Did I say something?”

“…how do you know that?” James replied in disbelief as he sat up from his place in Sirius’ bed.

“Oh, we study sometimes. For…transfiguration.” He looked around. “Oh will you stop the staring! It’s creeping me out!”

That seemed to snap his friends out of it.

“Well, would you look at that. Watch out, Prongs. Moony here is coming for your girl.” Sirius laughed.

James only moaned as he buried his face into a pillow. “Pads! Don’t joke about something like that. I’d be torn if one of my best mates got with the actual love of my life.”

But Sirius only laughed harder.

“Wait…guys.” Peter suddenly said. “I have an idea!”

The room quieted again.

“Well, Wormy, let’s hear it.”

#

The nearly grown boys struggled to fit under the invisibility cloak as they awkwardly shuffled down the empty hallway to the painting with the pear that led to the kitchens.

“Hey, watch my foot Padfoot!”

“Me?! That was Wormtail.”

“I could’ve sworn that was you though!”

“Well it wasn’t Prongs!”

“Guys!” Remus whispered irritably. “Shut. Up. A prefects coming.”

The boys quieted immediately, letting the prefect pass by. His badge twinkled under the shine of the light from his wand.

It was the two nights before January 30th—Lily’s birthday. The Marauders were on edge, eager to put their plan into action. And today, they were enacting the first step.

A couple more steps landing them infront of the painting. Remus stuck his hand out to tickle the right pear, and the painting swung open as the pear blushed and giggled with delight.

“Ah, it always smells amazing in here. Isn’t that right lads.” Sirius exclaimed as the boys walked out from under the protection of the invisibility cloak. The kitchen did indeed smell amazing, all sorts of spices and foods and odors wafted through the air.

They were soon met by what felt like a little army of house elves flocking to them.

“Visitors!”

“Students!”

“Hello there!”

“Hullo!”

“Would you like something to eat? Like some fruit?”

“Hello students!”

“Some sandwiches, perhaps?”

James let out a little laugh of shock. He sheepishly held out his hands as the crowd gathered at his waist. “Uh, hello everyone. I was wondering if you could bake a cake. See, it’s for a very special girl, so we need to cake to be very special.” He stuck out a little note with the flavors, icing, and any other details they wrote down.

The house elves seemed to immediately light up with delight, happy to be of service.

“Oh most certainly!”

“Right away!”

“Yes, we shall make an amazing cake!”

“Yes, yes!”

“Here, have some cheese and crackers while you wait!” One said, quickly shoving a platter full of various types of crackers, meats, and cheese into Remus’ hands. Remus let out a shocked laugh.

The crowd of chattering house elves quickly dissolved. James couldn’t even get a “thank you” out before they were already busily measuring flour and eggs and sugar into bowls.

Sirius let out a little laugh as he plucked a piece of cheese and a cracker from the tray. “They sure do like us, eh Prongs?” He popped them into his mouth.

“I’m sure it’s because we drop by so often,” Peter said. “Gives em’ something to do.”

“Oh, I’m sure house elves have hobbies other than cooking or cleaning.” James said thoughtfully as the group crossed to a little set of chairs surrounding a table by the wall.

“Maybe running errands.” Sirius replied with a snort as he nibbled on another cracker. “What say you, Moony?”

Remus set down the platter onto the table, throwing a piece of cheese into his mouth casually. “Oh, what would I know about the comings and goings of house elves?”

“I mean, you always have your nose in a book, you ought to know something.”

Remus just shrugged as Sirius smiled that easy-going smile. All pearly teeth and delicate lips and daring edges. Very pretty.

Remus quickly looked away.

Just then, a ding! sounded, and a beautifully decorated cake plopped itself onto the table they waited at. Remus positively salivated at the delicate swirls and patterns in the one-layered cake.

Oh yeah, this plan would definitely work.

#

The night before the big day, as Remus laid curled up in his soft bed, he thought of tommorow.

He’d never thought to do something for Lily’s birthday until James had brought it up, what would that say about him? Maybe he needed to be a better friend, he’d say. He supposed he doesn’t think of Lily much as just a study partner, but as a friend. A valued one, at that.

Remus began to drift off to sleep when suddenly he heard a pale hand softly tap twice on the board of the bed. Remus jumped in surprise.

He instantly grabbed for his wand under his pillow, flinging the curtains that surrounded his bed. He instinctively stuck the wand under the chin of whoever stood outside.

“Merlin’s sagging fucking nuts Moony!”

It took a second for his eyes to adjust to the darkness, but when they did, he was met with Sirius holding his hands up in surrender. His hair and clothes were slightly tousled, as if he spent all night rolling in his bed. His head was backed as far from Remus’ wand could get it.

Remus let out a sigh of relief and annoyance. Of course it was just Sirius. “Get your arse in here, Black.” He mumbled drowsily. Sirius just grinned and climbed into his bed, muttering a silencing charm under his breath.

Remus rubbed at his eyes as Sirius got comfortable.

“So…” Sirius began.

“So.” Remus replied, his voice husky from sleep. Sirius subtly straightened up a bit. He let out a quick breath.

“Uh- um-“ Sirius spluttered. “Uh. I just wanted to say… ahem… thank you. For helping us a lot.” He said as he fiddled awkwardly with his hands.

Remus suddenly felt like he was talking to someone different entirely. Sirius wasn’t awkward. He wasn’t nervous, he was Sirius. Beautiful and dazzling. Always radiating that unimpeachable air of confidence.

A bloody star that attracted anything close enough with its undeniable gravity.

“Why are you nervous?” Remus asked. His voice was still husky. Sirius quickly looked down at his hands in his lap.

“I…I dunno. Just couldn’t sleep, wanted to, uh, see you.”

Remus’ mouth formed a little ‘oh.’ There was a little fluttering in his chest. He awkwardly scooted over a little bit, patting at his side. He looked away.

Sirius looked up, his eyebrows shooting up ever so slightly. Before crawling over and settling next to him.

The two sat in silence for a little while, looking up into the ceiling. It was when Remus’ eyes began to feel heavy when Sirius broke the silence.

“What are you thinking about?” He asked softly, sleepily. Remus’ ears tingled delightfully.

Remus swallowed nervously. “Nothing much. You?”

“Just tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow.”

“Just…thank you, Remus. For your help.” He whispered. “This means so much to James, he really does love her. And I care for the idiot. If she’s what’s going to make him happy, then so be it. We really couldn’t have done it without..y’know. You.”

Remus turned his head to face Sirius. His eyes strained to see him in the darkness, but he could make out his silhouette. He felt his breath hitch, ever so slightly. Sirius turned his head to look at him.

“I’m- I-“ Remus whispered. “I care for him too. You’re welcome.”

Sirius nodded at him slightly, before sitting up and taking his wand in his hand. Remus watched him crawl over his bed and through the curtains, whispering an incantation.

When Remus thought Sirius was gone, the curtains cracked open again.

“Goodnight Moony.”

Remus couldn’t help a little smile as he got comfortable in his bed.

“Goodnight Pads.”

#

Lily was on high alert.

Today, she was on her guard. It was her birthday, and she knew the those damn Marauders were up to something. Between James’ unrelenting affection for her, and his friends’ willingness to go with everything he says, it is safe to say that she has been on the lookout for any signs of tomfoolery or strangeness.

Mary approached her as she walked to her next class. Lily cracked a small smile at her friend, whose face was split in a wide, happy grin.

“Hi Mary!” She greeted.

Mary let out a little giggle. “Hi Lils. Happy Lily Evans day to you, birthday girl.” She said, nudging her playfully.

“Hey! Stop that!” Lily laughed. Mary continued nudging her, until suddenly, they were approached by someone.

Lily recognized her to be Violet from Potions, her black hair hung over her shoulder in a plait.

“Happy Lily Evans day!”

Mary smiled at her. “Happy Lily Evans day!”

Meanwhile, Lily, was confused. Utterly stumped.

“Uh, thanks?” She said, unsure. As Violet rushed past her to get to her class, Lilly turned to Mary.

“Uh hey Mary?”

“What’s up?”

“Um…what is with this Lily Evans Day thing?”

Mary just smirked knowingly. “Oh, you mean you haven’t heard?”

Lily cluelessly looked around the hallway of students, and that’s when she finally caught on.

Students of all ages were wishing each other a Happy Lilly Evans Day. She whipped her head around in disbelief. She took everything in, realization settling in.

For the rest of her walk to DADA, she had only one thought in her mind.

Those damn marauders!

#

Lily dreaded dinner. So much so that she was genuinely considering eating in her dorm. She was undoubtedly sure that those Marauders would be up to something more embarrassing and annoying than the last. After what feels like twenty wishes for her to have a “Happy Lily Evans day!” she was at her limit. They even charmed. the calendars they had written on to play a Fleetwood Mac song whenever she tried to erase it!

How was that even possible?!

As she entered the Great Hall through the giant doors, she was displeased to see that the entire room immediately erupted into applause. Whistles and yelps of “Happy Birthday Lily!” stuck out from the crowd.

She waved shyly at them all, and they cheered louder. She couldn’t help a shocked little giggle of surprise as she rushed to her seat next to her group and all the students resumed to their conversations and eating.

On the table in front of her seat, however, was a cake.

It was breathtaking. A red single layered cake with elegant swirls along the sides sat before her. A large fake Lily flower laid across the top, under it was a message written in a delicate, spirally, cursive, with white icing.

Happy Birthday Lily! It said.

And in the center was a little, pink candle. Flickering with a light on the tip.

She looked around her at Mary and Marlene sat on each of her side.

“Did…did you guys do this? For me?!” She gasped.

“Hmm…I dunno. Did we?” Mary said, looking to the table where those damn Marauders sat.

There he sat, James Potter and his friends with Lillies scattered in their hair. James grinned at her giddily, and she blew him a kiss. She couldn’t help the laugh that escaped her when the smile left his face, replaced by a look of shock as he turned to Sirius, shaking him and pointing at her. Sirius just cackled.

Her eyes caught onto Remus, though. And everything clicked.

Little sneak. She thought.

Lily quirked her eyebrow at him, asking him a silent question. But he just smiled smugly and looked away, bringing his glass of pumpkin juice to his lips.

“Well?” Marlene said giddily. “Make a wish!”

Lily pulled her eyes back to her beautiful cake with icing of her favorite color. And she thought of what to ask for.

When she made up her mind, she screwed her eyes shut and wished with all her might as she blew out the pink candle on her cake.

Maybe today wasn’t so bad, she admitted reluctantly to herself. Of course she would never say this out, but she supposed she couldn’t hate James Potter forever.

[citruslullabies]

DAMN ur writing is amazing man, keep it up, ur doing great !!<3

also hope u dont mind me asking but do u think u can do a dogday x reader where he's in love with her, but she has to refuse him everytime since Poppy playtime co. wont let relationships happen between coworkers. ps. this happends before any of the disasters happends (dogday is still a human worker,,,ig Rich, since that is a really big theory rn) also its angst, HEAVY angst. they dont deserve happyness (its half of my oc lore,,i need to make her feel pain) ((ALSO as a payback for this, if u'd like, i can do a fanart for u ! ^_^))

No YOU'RE amazing!<333

Trigger warnings: none

Requested by: clownsgirlghost

Romantic/platonic?: romantic-ish?

Category: angst

Ship (romantic or platonic): Dogday x reader

Word count: 496

Professionalism

The building was buzzing with children's laughter and the chattering of critters and employees alike, the colorful place being a place of happiness with an underlying tone of secrets far too dark for the public.

“Rich, for the last time, no.” you said with a sigh, not even looking at him as you continued with your work. The canine mascot frowned snd groaned, holding a bundle of flowers in hand that he heard from co-workers were your favorite. He leaned in a bit but kept his distance respectfully. “Please? I promise, we can go out to dinner and I'll pay, everything. You can even choose the restaurant!”

You sighed as you paused your work momentarily, just long enough to look back at the Dogday mascot. You shook your head with a frown growing ever deeper as this interaction continued. “You know the rules.” You stated, which was a sad and harsh reality of it all. They had to stay strictly professional. It's not that you didn't like Rich, it's just that you'd like to keep your job.

The man was upset, but respected your wishes and went back to work. He asked at least twice a week and the answer was always the same, he just wished that you'd give him a chance. He's willing to go to the end of the earth and back just to go out to dinner with you but he respects your wishes of not doing so. As the days went on, there seemed to be an overgrowing tension in Playco.

You started to avoid Rich, not wanting to hurt his feelings any further as you kept yours chained down like some feral dog with rabies. You kept to your work and made it clear what your boundaries were, one day he went back up to you with no flowers or anything in hand. Just himself.

“Hey.. I was thinking-” before he could even finish, you responded with annoyance at his persistence despite you making a clear boundary with him. You pinched the bridge of your nose as you took a deep breath.

“Rich. You're a cool dude, but get it through your thick skull that I am not going out with you. I'd rather keep my job then get a write up or worse, fired because I decided to go out on a date with you.” You said, keeping your composure as well as you could. You shut your eyes as your stomach felt tight and heavy with bubbling feelings of too many things at once. “Just leave me alone and do your work, so that I can do mine.” You stated bluntly before turning away from him and continuing your work.

Poor Rich walked away, hurt. All he wanted was to ask you if you'd like to go out to lunch with him as friends. He just wanted to stay as friends if he couldn't be with you romantically.

Shame that he won't get that chance again after tomorrow.

Thank you for requesting! And art would be AMAZING!

[slvttyharlow]

More Than Friends.

Featuring. Jack Harlow x Fem! Best Friend! Reader.

Request From [@harlowcomehome]. From the prompts list for Jack : — hang-outs that start to feel more and more like dates.

Summary. When you notice your feelings about him, you start to worry about the outcomes when it comes to telling him.

General Tags. Fluff with some angst.

Content Warnings. Words that are bold/italic are a flashback.

Word Count. 2,2k.

Notes. Thank you so much for this prompt, I loved writing it, and I hope I did justice on this!! Also thank you to my bestie, @inlovewithpandora for helping me brainstorm this and for proofreading it!!

Extra. Requests are open, please read my rules beforehand! / Comments, likes, and reblogs are highly appreciated but not pressured. 💙

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You have known Jack for a long time now, he even managed to become one of your best friends. You loved hanging out with him, he was always fun to be around since he always put a smile on your face. Lately, the hangouts became different, they no longer felt like they used to. you thought you were just overthinking it but the more you hung out together, the more you started realizing your feelings for him slightly changed and they weren’t platonic. 

Best friends aren’t supposed to feel for each other, right? That’s what you keep telling yourself to deny your feelings but the way he looked at you like you were the only girl in the world, the way his smile brightened up the room, or the way he said your name, or maybe it was valentines day that put things in perspective for you, you always remembered it so clearly.

You set up the movie you planned on watching and made your way to the kitchen. You hummed a little tune as you opened the freezer taking out your favorite ice cream and a spoon to eat it with. “Another valentines day alone…” You let out a sigh. You gave up on the dating sites, the guys on there never gave you the laugh you had whenever Jack was around. As you were about to open the ice cream, you heard a knock at your door. “Who can that be?” you questioned as put the ice cream on the counter and made your way to the door. You open the door and see Jack leaning against the door frame in a tank top, grey sweatpants, and new balances on his feet. When he sees you, the smile that always gives you butterflies in your stomach appears on his face. 

“Jack, what are you doing here?” you questioned as you looked up to make eye contact with him. “Well it’s Valentine's Day and I couldn’t have you spend it alone,” he responded as he revealed what he had behind his back, a bouquet of your favorite flowers. You take it from him and sniff it as your face begins to heat up and a flustered smile makes its appearance on your face. “These are beautiful, thank you, come in.” You step aside and he walks in. You take a deep breath before closing the door and walk up behind him. “I thought a busy guy like you would already have plans with other girls?” you commented as you walked to the kitchen grabbing a vase and filling it with water to put the flowers in. 

“Those other girls were not you.” he spoke, when you heard the ‘those other girls were not you’ comment, you couldn’t help but swoon as your stomach filled with butterflies and that smile once again showed its appearance on your face. “I couldn’t imagine my best friend spending today alone in her pajamas and eating ice cream so I rushed right over to keep you company.” 

The smile disappeared from your face as you heard “Best friend”. ‘Cause that’s what I’ll always be to you, right?’ you thought, keeping it to yourself. You didn’t want to question because once you start, you might get hurt in the end. 

That was the night that made you notice that you didn’t want to be just friends with him anymore but there was just one problem, you had to admit your feelings to him and you didn’t know how he felt or if it was possible that he would feel the same way about you. What if he didn’t and your friendship is ruined and you go your separate ways? You didn’t want that but how could you hold all your feelings in? “What is going on in that pretty mind of yours?” Jack questioned with a worried expression on his face as he paused the movie the two of you, well he was watching. You looked from the TV to him contemplating whether you should just tell him and get it over with but you bit down on your lip, wanting to avoid the outcome of what could happen. 

“To be honest, it's—“ you get cut off by a buzz. “Sorry that’s me, hold that thought.” He said as he took out his phone, and when you looked at his phone you noticed the text was from one of his old hookups and your heart immediately sank. You tried focusing on the pause screen in front of you as you fidget with your fingers and your mind started running. ‘Well that surely gave me an answer, what was I thinking?’ you thought, mentally slapping yourself for thinking he could feel romantic feelings for you. You rolled your eyes and looked back at Jack after he stood up, shoving his phone into his pocket. “Listen, I’ve got to go handle something, I’ll see you tomorrow?” You didn’t say anything but a nod of your head and he put on his shoes and walked out of your door after sending you one last wave. 

3 weeks later… 

Jack has been very worried about you, he hasn’t heard or seen you since he abruptly left your house. You weren’t answering his calls or his texts and he knows you saw his numerous texts because of the read receipt. 

When he would go over to your house, you were never there. Did he do something wrong? He tried to think of things he did but came up short, there was no reason for you to be so distant towards him so why were you? “Alright, what’s up with you? You have been absent this whole time.” Urban voiced as he watched Jack stare at his phone for the past ten minutes. 

Jack lets out a breath, he didn’t know he was holding. “I haven’t heard from [Name] in three weeks, she hasn’t been answering my calls, texts, nothing.” Jack leans back in his chair. “What did you do?”

“That’s the thing, nothing!” Jack immediately stands up, grabbing his car keys. “I’ma drive by her apartment again to see if I catch her this time.” He shoves his phone into his pocket after he sees his text being ignored once again, tired of seeing the read under each unanswered text. “Alright man, keep me posted.” Jack tilts his head up as he and Urban do their handshake and he heads out. 

It took two hours and some change to get to your place and on the way there, Jack thought about what he was going to say,  thinking of what the outcome of the conversation between you could be. He was worried because he didn’t want to lose you, you were one of the people he cared most about. You supported him so much throughout his career and were always there for him through thick and thin which made it hard for him not to fall for you throughout the time of your friendship. He did plan on admitting his feelings but he didn’t want to know a life without you in it if you didn’t feel reciprocate feelings for him so he thought it was best to kept it to himself and try to move on.

When he pulled up on your block, he saw you coming out of your car holding grocery bags, the sight of you already put a smile on his face as he missed being able to be with you in person. 

Jack parks the car right behind yours. You didn’t even have to look in the car to know it was Jack, you knew his car like the back of your hand. Letting out a groan, you continue heading into your apartment building with him hot on your tail catching up with you as you stop to wait for the elevator. “So what, I can’t get a hi or something?”

“Hi,” you respond dryly as the elevator doors open, You step in as soon as the other people clear out and Jack steps in after you. Luckily the sunglasses and hoodie Jack had on, helped him go unnoticed, he presses the number for you as you try to look everywhere but at him, staying silent. “What’s been going on with you?” 

“Nothing much, just been busy.” You gave him a dry response, still not giving him the satisfaction of making eye contact. The elevator reaches the fourth level and the doors open, you immediately step out and make your way to your apartment door. Jack was getting a bit pissed off by the dry responses you were giving him, it wasn’t like you to treat him like this. He needed to know what was wrong and he wasn’t going to leave til this was fixed.

As soon as you open your apartment door and walk in, Jack comes in, closes the door, and takes hold of your wrist pulling you over by the couch. “Jack, what are you doing?” You questioned as you finally looked him in the eyes and saw the angry expression on his face. 

“Tell me the truth, what’s wrong?” You let out a sigh, trying to come up with an excuse. “I told you, I’ve been busy,” you responded as you fidget with your thumbs. “Cut the bullshit, I know you’re lying by the way you can’t make eye contact with me.” 

“Why have you been avoiding me?” You inhale deeply as you try to find the words. “Did I do something wrong for you to just up and cut me off?” Butterflies formed in your stomach because you knew you had to tell him the truth, too scared of knowing the outcome of this could be horrible but maybe there’s a chance, it’d turn out well. “Tell me so I can-.” 

“I have feelings for you, Jack!” you blurted out, interrupting him in the process and you watched as his facial features turned from a confused expression to a shocked one. “Feelings that can’t seem to go away, no matter what I do!” you breathed out not giving him time to put a word in. “I’m not supposed to feel this way about you, you’re my best friend.” You take a moment to breathe before putting a hand to your forehead. “Well ex-best friend now after finding this out.” 

Before you can continue to ramble on, Jack closes the distance between the two of you and captures your soft lips with his. Your eyes widened in shock, your mind taking a bit longer to process what was going on but you finally kissed him back leaning more into his touch as your hands traveled to his arms, his hands found your waist gripping you tightly as he pulled you in closer. 

You were the first one to pull away, panting as you tried to catch your breath, “W…What was that?” you weakly question as you watch a small smirk appear on his lips. “I took my shot,” he laughed earning one from you along with a playful eye roll. Jack takes your hand in his and motions for you to sit. 

Once the two of you sat on the couch, Jack immediately pulled you closer to him so that your legs were touching and you couldn't help the flustered smile spread across your cheeks. “Why would you think that I’d stop talking to you?” 

“Why not just tell me?” Jack places his hand on your thigh, rubbing it a bit as he waits for your response. “Because, I was afraid you wouldn’t like me back, that you saw me just as a friend.” you responded looking away from him but Jack brought up his hand and gently moved your face so you could look him in the eyes. “How could I not like you more than a friend?” He smiled. “You supported me throughout my entire career, always been there for me when times were tough, and just in case you didn’t know you’re very hot.” You laugh at his response. 

“I feel the same way about you,” you spoke as you placed your hand on top of his hand that was on your thigh. “Where do we go from here?” you queried and Jack snaked his arm around your waist and gave you a small peck on your cheek. “Well, I want to take you out on a date, I think we’d make a cute couple.”

“I think so too,” you replied with a huge smile on your face. “Jack?” You begin to ask and he answers with a small ‘hm” “When did you know you liked me?” When Jack hears your question, he smiles as if he already knows the answer, not having to think about it too long. ”It was Valentine's Day, the night I came over here.” Your eyes widen in shock at his answer. 

“When I saw you after you opened the door and the way your face lit up when I handed you the flowers, I knew that no other girl could hold a candle to you.” Jack voiced as he kept eye contact with you. “No other girl could bring me happiness like you, I guess you hold the key to my heart permanently.” he chuckled, earning one from you as well. “That was the same night,  I realized as well,”

“How about we recreate that night?” Jack commented as he stood up from where he sat. “Let’s watch movies, order some food, and some ice cream. We can’t forget that,” he states with a smile on his face and all you can do is smile as you reminisce on the old memory but it is different now, this time, he is yours and couldn’t be any happier to start your new relationship.

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[forestangel]

To my dearest friend

There are words I've never spoken out loud, feelings I've never allowed you notice. I wish I haven't withdrawn myself back then.

No conflict in this world was worth losing you. I don't care if I have felt betrayed, I shouldn't have let you go. Assumed you changed and that it's for the better that you stick with her instead of with me.

We haven't really talked in over a year, since our graduation. I only wished you a merry christmas on whatsapp because I know that it's your favorite time of the year. And I miss you every day, I am not lying when I say think of you and the days we spent together everyday.

The day we went to the forest and ran down the hill between the tall mossy trees, declaring our love to eachother. This was the day I realised platonic love is the strongest bond that can be created between two humans. I still keep our polaroid photo close to me.

The winter days we spent baking for our school's christmas market. We always made such a mess and couldn't stop laughing for hours. I've never been a fan of christmas, but you are the reason I fell in love with the season. Afterwards we would get cozy and watch something on your TV. To this day, I can't describe how much I love your room and how lovely it has been, with the dim LED lights and shelves filled with books. Teen wolf was our show. And I admire you for beeing such a book nerd.

In german class, you wrote me a flower poem, how I am like a snowdrop flower, full of beauty and strong in hard times. I hide it in a box between all the gifts you have made me since 6th grade. I still read through the long birthday cards you had written to me. Hundreds of memories that we have created over the years are inside of that little box.

You told me that you are scared of falling in love, that you would probably be easily manipulated because of how inexperienced you are. I promised you to always give you advice and help you if that day ever comes. I hope it didn't because if it did, I broke my promise to protect you.

I will never forget how you called me on new year's eve 2021/22. We talked for hours and you opened up to me about how unloved you felt at home. We lost ourselves in our fantasy realities, away from the stressful studying tasks and horrible parents, where we have our own little café in a remote area. Is this a universal girlhood dream, to own a bookshop that is also a bakery and flowershop? I told you that dreams are not silly but to be taken serious, since no beautiful life can be created without dreaming. And you answered that you love me for my dreamy nature. That whenever I enter a room, I radiate a magical energy. That the way I talk radiates peace. Never ever will I forget these words. To the day I die and beyond.

But is this all now? Is it all just a dream now? I hoped to make our dreams reality and I haven't stopped dreaming. At least not forever. But have you? Have you grown up already? Have you turned out boring now? Or did you keep your promise to stay a wild child like we intended to?

Screw her. I shouldn't have put my jealousy and fears in front of our friendship. I thought I've already lost you, not knowing I was the one pushing you away. I may be wiser now but what difference does it make now. I wish I didn't let my emotions control me. I wish I never got anorexic and let my fears of the future eat me while I starved myself. What happened to the dreams, and why did I stop believing in them? I wish I talked to you.

When I was at my worst and really needed someone to talk to, you were getting drunk with her. I wanted to die and watching you laugh with her instead of with me made me realise that it might be for the best, that you found a friend not as miserable as me. So I let myself drown in tears and agony. Despite distancing myself so much, what I really wanted was my best friend. I wanted you to help me find my dreams again. Like I did when you were hurting. I just wanted you to remind me of dreaming again. But you didn't - of course you didn't, because every single behaviour of mine indicated that I don't want you around anymore. How can one's feelings be so different than their actions? I was the living example for that. To make it worse, I lost myself in social media addiction just to never face my feelings.

I eventually healed, but it is too late now. Time passed, we went on different paths in life and I'm not sure if what we had can ever be as magical as it once was. It’s just so hard to tie you back into my life with all this distance between us. But I started dreaming again, without your help, and in my dreams we are reunited again. I fear as long as I don't make the first step and call you, that dream will stay a past regret instead of our fairytale reality.

(not sure if anyone will ever read through this. But my only hope is that one day I'll be able to let you know of my true thoughts and feelings and that you can forgive me)

[zannolin]

🥤 ⇢ recommend an author or fanfic you love

i have MANY. oh so many. but let me take a moment to recommend a few that have especially haunted me lately or deserve more love, and i am gonna give a RANGE here because i contain multitudes.

-> my beloved sister @beautyofsorrow / Daxs10thHost is out here writing everything from lisa frankenstein to jennifer's body to star trek aro femslash erotica and absolutely killing it every time. if you like my writing you should go thank her bc you owe everything i've ever written to liv seeing as she's why i started writing in the first place.

-> @blusandbirds / lil3 on ao3 is a longtime beloved friend & fic writer. everything she puts out is so fucking good. will always sing her praises <3

-> self-evident truths by thatsparrow is a really fun national treasure fic which i oh so rarely find. i felt like i won the lottery when i clicked on it.

-> The Glass Jar by mediumorange is a fantastic post-canon fic for brokeback mountain. there are some lines in here that changed me fundamentally.

-> the year of the goat and your kid back by derryfacts2 is in fact THE greatest it fic ever. imo. it's not at all what you expect but i cannot recommend it any higher. trust me on this one.

-> there's daggers in men's smiles by @pinkgrapefloyd will always be a rec. my favorite cobra kai fic ever.

-> chamb3rs and bloodofgods on ao3 have written some of my favorite stranger things genfic (especially platonic madwheeler <3) of ALL time and honestly just my favorite stranger things fic of all time ngl.

-> Flower of Lemon and Feather of Shrike by SummerPhlox is another fav cobra kai fic. it's about yasmine and moon and why the hell yasmine's character is Like That in later seasons of cobra kai. do yourself a favor and read this and become certifiable over background female characters, it's good for the soul.

-> every day i take ten minutes to sit and stare into the middle distance thinking about the way you love me by @strangeswift. you think i'm exaggerating about this but i'm not. i'm really not. THE byler exes fic of all time perhaps.

-> a cruel summer with you by astrobi/wiseatom/andiwriteordie is i imagine a fic many people are familiar with but i cannot stress how obsessed i am and i have only read the first chapter. btw. (i'm self-banned from reading more until i finish mutual distrust but i think about it on a weekly basis.) byler summer camp au....save me byler summer camp au.

-> i have already sung the praises of love me on purpose many, many a time. but i reiterate: this fic haunts me. this fic has made me cry on more than one occasion. this fic gutted me like a fish and put all my internal organs back one millimeter to the left. what the fuck honestly. can anyone hear me???

-> it's brutal out here by @stillokaynextcrisis is a music/rockstar/band au for the star wars OT that i am currently obsessed with.

anyway thanks for coming to my ted talk. i could recommend like a bajillion more but this is getting long so instead i direct you to my bookmarks on ao3. go forth and find works for niche fandoms or pairings and give them love. for me.

truth & dare ask game!

[kiolvrrlv]

i love you, i’ve always had.

reo mikage x gn!reader

angst/fluff

A/N: erm….. this is my first fic pls be gentle on me…….

summary: reo hung out with nagi way more than you, you always wondered why, though you finally learned the truth.

you were walking down the hallways of your school. you kept your head down as tiredness was taking over you. looking around, you spotted reo. you couldn’t help but let out a small smile as you walked towards him. you froze, your smile faded a bit when you saw him with nagi. though, you brushed it off and walked towards the two.

“oh, hey y/n!” reo said, smiling at you. nagi looked at you and gave you a small wave. you waved back at him, “hey reo, nagi.” you smiled at them. “reo, wanna hangout later? i was thinking maybe at a..-” before you could finish your sentence, reo cut you off.

“ah.. i’m sorry y/n, i’m practicing with nagi later. maybe next time?”

you couldn’t help but force a smile, “that’s okay.” no it wasn’t. you were hurt, he barely had time for you anymore. “i have to get going now, class is starting soon.” you said, walking away. you gripped on your backpack as you felt tears stinging your eyes.

you were at the library, ‘studying’, while in reality, you were just sulking to yourself. you rolled your pen back and forth, your head resting on your hand.

“y/n!” you turned towards the familiar voice, it was reo. he held a flower, your favorite flower. he ran up to you, “do these flowers look good?” you smiled at him and nodded. you asked, “who are they for?” reo looked at you, a small tint of pink on his cheeks. “uhm, they’re for.. nagi.” you could feel your smile about to drop, “that’s nice.” you said, packing your stuff. you put your backpack on and stood up. “i have to go back now, see you.” you brushed past reo.

there was a stinging feeling in your chest, you speed-walked towards your dorm with tears falling down your cheeks. you wiped them away with your sleeve and muttered to yourself about how pathetic you were.

“y/n! can you try these chocolates?” you picked out a piece from the box that reo held out. you hummed at the sweet taste in your mouth, “they’re good, reo! i hope nagi likes it.” you said, your own words stabbing yourself like a knife. reo tilted his head in confusion and then stood up straight, “right! uhm, i do too!”

you giggled at him as he started walking away. your smile dropped, this has been going on for days. he would always talk to you for one simple thing, to ask for your opinion on a single thing and say its for nagi. it’s obvious that reo likes nagi.

so why were you so upset? you should be happy that your best friend has found someone to love. tears brimmed the corner of your eyes, you should be happy for him. though, you couldn’t. why?

you loved reo with every fiber of your body, he was kind towards you, he comforted you when things were tough, he was always there for you. you couldn’t help but have a small crush on him, however, as years went by, the small crush turned into love.

you wanted to get over reo so badly, but you couldn't.

you couldn't get over him, you didn't know how to move on.

you were opening your dorm room, about to walk in before you heard your name being called. you saw reo running towards you, “oh, reo, is it something for nagi again?” reo looked away, “erm, yeah, i need advice on how to confess.”

you felt your heart shatter. “oh, yeah. i’ll totally give you advice!” you said, trying your best to not cry. “thank you y/n!” he said, he turned his head to look towards you. he smiled at you.

you couldn’t hold it in anymore, you felt warm tears falling down your eyes. reo’s smile dropped, “hey- hey, what’s wrong?” he asked, grabbing your face, wiping the tears with his thumb.

you swatted his hands away, “its nothing, don’t worry about it.” reo grabbed your hands, “i am worrying about it, why are you crying? did someone hurt you?” he asked. you looked away, tears still falling down. you took a deep breath.

“i like you reo, and not the platonic kind. i’ve had a crush on you ever since we were kids. but you like nagi, i’ve tried getting over you, but i just love you so much.” you said, still avoiding eye contact. you were scared on how he’d react, would he hate you? does he hate you?

you felt a hand grabbing your chin, lifting your head up. once your head faced reo, you felt a pair of lips touch yours. your eyes widened as reo backed away, he smiled at you.

“i love you, i’ve always had.”

reo said softly, you found yourself crying even more. “but, you’ve always asked on my opinion for gifts you were giving nagi.” reo still had a smile on his face, he took of his bag and unzipped it. taking out a bouquet of your favorite flowers, a box of chocolates that you tried before and a stuffed bear, handing it to you. “they were actually all for you.”

you held onto the stuff that reo just handed you, “i’m sorry, i should’ve been more straight forward with my feelings, i didn’t mean to hurt you.” reo said, he grabbed your face and kissed you once again.

“i love you so much, y/n.”

A/N: AUHGJGHDJ I HATE THIS

[ghostmaldo]

𓇢𓆸 Spiderverse hc: Giving them flowers with GN!Reader 𓇢𓆸

*Shrugs* I think their neat and I have no creativity to make my own spider-sona so I offer this instead 💖

No warnings, Just fluff, Can be read platonically or romantically. Remember, friends can give each other flowers and its not gay to kiss your homies goodnight.

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Ask Box open 💙

Playlist I listened to while writing this: https://youtu.be/LWqT5xWzQ2k?si=_mFj6LztUIBaZWOr

~Maldo

🕸️ Miles Morales 🕸️ (In a universe where he joins the spider-society)

~It’s been a busy day combating the anomalies sprouting through the multitude of universe. And with the spot still heavily on the lose and hiding within those thousands of universe… Let’s just say its been a hard day for a young man named Miles Morales

~His in the lunch room scouring for something to snack on before Miguel sends him on another goose chase or finally decides to send him home for a few days. Miles becomes a bit startled when he feels a soft pat on his shoulder. Too distracted in his own mind to have realized someone was approaching him.

~Oh, (Y/N)! Hey, sorry I didn’t see you there.” He chats with them for a little while before realizing they’ve got a hand hidden behind their back. Though he can clearly see the red and black roses peeking from behind their back. “Whatcha got there?”

~(Y/N) smiles, claiming they found these roses during one of their patrols and decided they were just right for him. They’d noticed Miggy (A nickname they call him just to get on his nerves) working him especially hard these last few days and wanted to give him a pick me up.

~Placing the roses in his hand, Miles is speechless. His never really received a full bouquet of his own aside from his family members. He stares at the petals for a long while. He can smell the black spray paint on some of the petals and it makes that much more special to him that (Y/N) put in the small detail to match his suit. This be far puts the pep back in his step.

~”Wow! Thank you (Y/N)! It’s great! I’ll make sure these don’t get ruined.”

~He gently places them in his locker until Miguel does send him home. And one he does arrive home, he has his mom help to put them in a special flower vase on the kitchen counter.

Mrs: Morales: “These are pretty Miles! Que lindo’s! Who gave them to you?”

Miles: A friend *smiles*

🕸️ Gwen Stacy 🕸️

~(Y/N) and Gwen arrange to have a friendly outing on a particular warm day. She texts them shes at the shop they decided to meet. After a few minutes of them going without a response back, she starts to look for them. Quickly spotting the back of their shirt/jacket/cloak/etc. they normally decide to wear. They seemed hunched over a bit, focused on something out of her sight.

~”Hey you, I sent you a message- What are you doing?” (Y/N) makes an attempt to cover up what they have like a child caught with something they aren’t suppose to have. Even so, Gwen easily spots the blue and pink hues covering the tips of their fingers. She lets out a soft chuckle with a raised brow. “Busy?”

~Unable to hide it any longer, (Y/N) reveals the white rose with messily done spots of blue and pink through the petals they wanted to give to Gwen as a surprise. “For me?” She takes the flower gingerly into her hands and admires the work. Being as friends are hard to come by for her, she can’t help but instantly swing her arm around (Y/N) shoulder and bring them in for a half hug. “You too much you know that? But I like it! Are there mooore flowers? Come on! I wanna make you one too! Got any more markers?”

~She sticks the flower in her hair to keep it safe from being damage. Then takes the next few minutes to make an equally as messy flower made of (Y/N) favorite colors. “There! Now we match!”

~After the outing, Gwen places the flower in a cup of water. Even after the petals have long dried she keeps them in a special box she opens from time to time. She really cherishes the object and the petals still carry a sweet scent.

Hobie Brown:

~On a random Tuesday afternoon when (Y/N) is hanging out with Hobie at his place (Where ever that might be). Perhaps (Y/N) ran out to replenish snacks before some friends came over for movie night. One the way back, they saw the yellow roses of sitting in the garden of a government building and well… the rest is history.

~Upon returning, Hobie hears the door opening. He sits up from his place on the couch and goes to meet them.

~“Took you long enough, I was about to go and look for you myself- What’s that?”

~When (Y/N) explains the roses and where they got them from a wide prideful grins appears on his face. “So you jumped the fence and ripped them right out of the ground. Thorns and all? Good on ya! I knew you were a rebel on the inside.” Brings them in for that friends side hug and a ruffles their hair.

~Hangs them upside down somewhere in his place. (I don’t know to me that just seems like something he’d do) And keeps them for as long as they’ll stay intact.

~When he sees them hanging, a fond smile aways appears on his face.

Pavitr Prabhakar: (Thses flowers are more in symbolizem to innocence and a purity)

~Pavitr and (Y/N) are out on patrol together in some form of dimension, keeping an eye out on for anomalies… but anytime with Pavitr is a time spent with much laughter.

~They’ll be on opposite sides of of the city but clogging up the com lines with jokes, banter, and some genuine talk about life. Pavitr is actually in the middle of explaining something and patiently waits for (Y/n) to respond back to him. However, when the silence become a bit to long, he parks himself on a building. “Hello? (Y/N)? Are you alright?”

~He breaths a deep sigh of relief when (Y/N) voice finally comes through. “You were starting to scare me! Don’t do that!” (Y/N) might have to spend a few extra minutes coming up with an explanation as to not ruin the surprise they have. Though he may question why they suddenly want to meet up with him. His mind immediately making assumption that they might be hurt and need help.

~And yet again his relieved to see they are unharmed. (Y/N) instantly present the basket of white flowers to him. The flowers are practically glowing under the moon.

~”For me? Oh my goodness! (Y/N) you should have! But thank you! Wow! These are so elegant! Let’s run to my house so I can put them away properly. Shhh! Don’t tell Miguel!

~He places the flower on the window seal in his kitchen as he feels it really brings the room to life and he can gaze upon him every morning when he has chai with his family Whaaat i had to sneak it in it was my favorite part of the movie-

🕸️Miguel O’Hara 🕸️ (I love this grumpy cat-)

~It’s been several days since Miguel had gotten a decent nights sleep. The screen’s were greatly starting to burn his eyes to the point they were watering if he gazed upon them too long. Begrudgingly, he was forced to walk away less his eyes balls literally felt out of his skull.

~He sluggishly made his way to the cafeteria to refresh himself with a warm cup of coffee and some warm food to settle his belly. Hoping it would help him feel better. Though, it seems it only takes one particular person, about the only person he can tolerate in the later hours perks his mood entierly.

~He welcomes them to sit and chat for a moment before he has to return to his work, as much as he dosen’t want to.

~Before he does go, (Y/N) presents the arrangements of marigold flowers to him. The petals are a bright orange and blooming beautifully. At first, Miguels at a loss of words. His nimble fingers reach out to take the arrangement and bringing it closer to him. The sweet natural scent of the flowers hitting his sense like a truck… His never received flowers like this before…

~Then, the ghost of a small smile up lifts the corners of his mouth. Suddenly the dark circles under his eyes don’t seem so deep. “T-Thank you, Este es un regalo maravilloso (This is a wonderful gift).”

~Bidding them farewell, Miguel carries the flowers back to his working area. Before doing anything, he finds a place for the flowers to safely reside in, but in a place he can still see them from time to time.

~And its just like that his screens don’t seem to be such an eye sore anymore.

[anxietywriter]

I Want You To Be Mine

An assortment of concepts/ideas i have for valentines! i opt for romantic/platonic situations as usual so hopefully you like one

it's cliche, but i love the whole big stuffed animal aspect of gift giving. especially if a character REALLY loves stuffed animals. just adding to their collection. ugh and they'd be so excited if it was a stuffed animal of one of their FAVORITE animals/characters. really shows how the gift giver knows their giftee too.

give me a character that is not coupled up on valentine's day and is actually okay with it. not complaining about third wheeling. not complaining about being single. not complaining about annoying couples. they're just vibing. maybe they got chocolate for themself (especially after valentines when everything is discounted) they are just chilling, another regular day y'know?

sappy sappiness. a hopeless romantic that absolutely melts when their partner gifts them flowers. especially when the giftee isn't expecting a gift.

my friends all preemptively proposed to me with a ringpop (we're all wives, jokingly, it's a whole lore thing) they recorded it secretly when i wasn't looking and everything. yeah my heart's fucking warm they're literally so cute for that. more characters should do that it's so endearing

ok like all the cute crafts? like piles of origami hearts to act as paper shreds in a package? those handmade photo foldouts? yeah i love that. especially for characters that might be on a tight budget or maybe they're just not the type to go out to a fancy restaurant dates

"Yeah, I used to like you. Crazy, right?" "... I probably would've dated you." "Haha... Really? That's... Crazy."

gods when it is so obvious that one of them is crazy busy and occupied with work or school and every possible appointment you can think of, but they'll still try to squeeze at least a few minutes out of the day with their partner. whether it's a quick phone call or getting coffee together, they'll literally run to be with their partner, not because they feel like they have to, but because they're so sappy in love they want to spend every moment possible with them.

kind of in love with the idea of someone who's usually very dry, yet polite at work/school and has a cordial relationship with everyone, friendly yet detached. but when they're with friends they let themselves be goofy, grinning from ear to ear and excitedly calling out their friend's names. anyways cupid moment when one of their classmates/coworkers who has always said hi to them when they passed by and thought they were lowkey interesting sees how they act when they're fully casual and they fall stupid in love. i'm talking blushing uncontrollably and flashing back to that moment every time that character talks to them.

"I'm not blushing, I'm just... Hot." "Oh, you're hot alright."

meet cute where someone falls in love with a vendor at a valentines day art market. they're super awkward and at one point they're looking through the catalog of all the stickers/posters/cards and the artist is trying to show them something and their hands brush and they stop fucking breathing. bright red, just wanting to support small local artists, and the art vendor is so cute, and this is so humiliating.

[furyisdead46]

Could you write for Doc x female reader?

Outsiders, reader, the cat and B12 went to a lake in outside after the roof open.Doc and reader having a fishing competition, Doc had caught various of objects except fish.Reader picked many flowers as a gift for Doc to appease him, and everything happened was seen by B12 who also did not catch any fish.

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Thank you for your request! I'm excited to write this one!

I wrote reader as a human, I hope I didn't misinterpret that-

I'm also unsure if you meant it was from b12s perspective or not, but due to that being a little limiting, I did it from the reader's perspective, so I'm sorry if that's an issue!

I've also never gone fishing before, so I'm sorry if I get anything wrong!

Reader is originally female, though it's not mentioned, so feel free to read this from any other gender perspective!

Could be read as both platonic or romantic.

If I get any details wrong, feel free to send another request and I can retype this if needed!

Warning: none?

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Doc let out an annoyed sigh, as he reeled in yet another piece of junk.

Me, Doc, and the other outsiders came out to a lake, and ended up setting up a small camp nearby. We also ran into our little friends B/12 and his cat companion.

Me and Doc decided to have a fishing contest, as it used to be one of my favorite things to do. But so far, I haven't caught anything, and Doc kept reeling in trash, weeds, and other useless junk.

Each time he pulled out yet another useless item, he seemed to get a little more irritated, but he managed to keep his cool.

I watched as he cast his fishing hook out again, hoping for something better this time.

“I'll be back, I wanna go explore” I said, giving him a small side hug, after setting my fishing rod aside.

“Okay, be careful” he replied, his screen flickering to a simple ‘:)’ for a brief second, before his attention returned to his fishing rod.

“I will, don't worry” I said as I got up.

I started to wander around the lake, taking in the beauty of the surrounding scenery and wildlife. I could hear birds chirping in the distance, the crunching of leaves from the other outsiders who were off doing their own things. And I could smell the sweet fresh air.

As I walked, I stumbled into a small flower-filled patch. It wasn't very big, but it was filled with colors, ranging from red to Violet. I carefully picked one, holding it up to my nose to take in its sweet scent, softly sighing as I knelt down to pick a few more.

After a few minutes I had around a dozen flowers, all different shapes and colors, but all carrying the same soft scent, and pure beauty.

As I turned around, I got a great idea, I started to speed walk back to me and Docs spot next to the lake. As I got closer, I could see Doc pulled in yet another clump of weeds from the water, clearly making him even more upset, as his screen had a ‘>:(’ on display.

“Hey Doc!” I say as I run over, before sitting next to him, and holding out the bouquet.

“Are these for me?” He asked, looking at the clump of colored flowers.

“Yep! I thought they would make you feel a little better about not being able to catch anything other than rubbish!” I say, as he carefully takes them from me, not wanting to crush such delicate and beautiful plants.

“Thank you, it's very appreciated,” he said, looking at each one.

I chuckled, “of course… wanna head back to camp?” I ask softly.

“That sounds nice,” he said with a smile.

“Are you guys leaving?” I jump at B/12s voice. He was floating a few feet away from me and Doc, as the little orange cat comes and nuzzles his head into my hand, which I carefully pet him in return.

“Yep!” I answer, as Doc gets up. I give the little orange cat one last pat, before I get up too

“You wouldn't mind telling the others we went back, would you?” Doc asks B/12, as he puts his fishing rod away.

“Not at all! I'll tell them you guys headed back! Before you go, did you have any luck with the fish?” He asks, as his furry orange companion sits under him.

“Nope, I'm not even sure if there are any fish here.” I reply, as Doc and I finish putting our stuff away.

“There are, our cat friend caught one, but nobody else has so far” he said, looking down at the orange cat for a few seconds.

“Huh, he's a very talented gentleman” I say, also looking at the small furry feline.

“We need to get going, say bye to the others for us!” Doc says, as we start to leave, I wave to the drone and cat, before quickly following behind Doc.

When we got back, Doc had put the flowers I picked for him in a makeshift vase (AKA, a small pot), after I told him it would make them last a bit longer. He thanked me again, saying he might do a bit more study on flowers, and plants as a whole.

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Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed!

[rainynightmoonlight]

Hello!! How are you? If it's okay, can I ask for platonic headcanons with the kid characters from Genshin Impact and a Traveller!Reader (reader is the traveller, but has no specific physical descriptions)?

Ofcourse!! Sorry if YaoYao is OOC because I haven't gotten to her story yet. Characters: Diona, Klee, Qiqi, YaoYao, Qiqi, Sayu, Nahida

CW: None

Theme: Basic headcannons

Reader: Gn Traveler Reader

~💥~KLEE~💥~

Klee is a very eccentric child, so everyone around Mondstadt was relived when you showed up and made fast friends with Klee

Klee begs you to take her on adventures even if they're dangerous, but she'll go even if you say no

Whenever she's sent to solitary confinement, you go in with her even if she protests

She blames herself whenever you get in trouble with Master Jean on her behalf, but you just chuckle and tell her there's nothing to worry about

Albedo is very thankful that you watch over her while he's busy

He's able to get work done without worrying about Klee blowing things up... Well sort of

You go fishing with her and that's how you end up getting in trouble most of the time

People call you the sibling chaos duo

She always holds your hand no matter where you guys are

When she cries, you comfort her by telling her stories or coloring with her

When you cry, she makes you drawings and picks flowers as well as patting your head

She loves telling you all about Dodoco and her mom

When you travel to other nations, Klee misses you dearly

She doesn't have the energy she used to when you were around and its just as concerning

Jean tries to help but realizes she really can't do much

Klee writes you letters all the time (with Albedos help) and you write back with a little trinket from the nation you're in

"When are they gonna come back Mr. Albedo?"

"When they get back Klee."

Her impatience drives her to try and get to you

Though either Kayea, Diluc, or Jean will catch her before she leaves

Once you come back, Klee clings to you and takes you on many playdates with her

"Yay! Y/n's back! We're gonna play all day!!"

"Uhm Klee, don't you think the traveler should rest before you two play?"

"It's okay Master Jean, I always have time to play with Klee."

~🐟~DIONA~🐟~

She's reluctant at trusting you at first

She thinks most adults are the same so when you came to her tavern, she didn't think you were any different

But when you asked if she wanted any help with anything she was sort of shocked

'Why do they want to help me?'

She lets you help and you often go to the tavern just to help

This starts the friendship between you and Diona

After an adventure in Mondstad you'd always order a non alcoholic drink and tell Diona about things that might help her with her alcohol demolish goal

She always appreciates the information you give her, but is disappointed that it never seems to work out

Whenever she has a day off, she'll always spend it with you

Whether it be helping with chores or walking around the forests

She loves any gift you make for her and will hang it on the wall of her tavern

If you ever catch her crying, you'll always pat her head and give her words of affirmation and comfort

If she ever catches you crying, she makes you your favorite drink and tells you all sorts of funny stories from her witnessing drunks around her place

She always enjoys your tales of adventuring

Whenever you go, she always tells you to come back safe and that she'll save a snack and drink for you when you get back

When you're in another nation she worries about you endlessly

She wouldn't admit it, but the ways she serves customers is way more snarky than usual

"Please be safe Y/n."

"Do not worry Diona, Y/n will be back before you can even tell any time as ever passed."

"I know that Prince! But I won't stop worrying about my sibling-"

"You called Y/n your sibling Diona."

Diona gets so flustered when people figure out that you're like a sibling to her

When you get back she treats you to so many sweets while she listens to your tales

"I'm so glad you're safe Y/n!"

"Thanks Diona! How about I help you now?"

"Nope! You're gonna rest, I can handle the Tavern for a bit longer on my own"

~❄️~QIQI~❄️~

Its odd for Qiqi to remember someone like you for so long

She makes it a priority not to forget you

Baizhu is grateful for you to be so kind to Qiqi and take her on outings when he's busy

He's also quite baffled that you can understand her nonsense speaking when she confuses something with another thing

She always loves walking around with you around Liyue as you teach her things from the nations you've been too

Her book has become a scrapbook at this point of photos of you and her as well as notes that she takes so she doesn't forget your stories

Whenever you find a good secluded spot, you two stretch and just talk to each other

When people see you two together, they find it odd that you out of all people would be able to befriend the little zombie

Qiqi tries her best to tell you memorable stories but often forgets the ending or important parts to it

She gets sad when she can't remember a story for you but you cheer her up by creating your own endings or details

Qiqi genuinely laughs with you around and doesn't always have a flat face

When you catch her crying, she immediately hugs you telling you about how she doesn't like feeling this and you let her cry it out while cuddling her and teaching her breathing techniques

When she catches you crying, she's unsure what to do and gets Baizhu to help comfort you but if he's not around she offers you some snacks and hugs

Whenever you go adventuring to a new nation she gets really upset

Every time you mention it she runs away but comes back after a day and wishes you good luck

She sends you photos of her adventures while you're not around and you giggle all the time when you look at them

"Is Y/n okay?"

"I'm sure they'll be alright Qiqi."

She askes Baizhu that every day of every hour

He gets annoyed by it sometimes but understands the girls concerns

When you get back you immediately go to her and start your stories and give her photos of the places you saw

"Can we go there together next time?"

"Of course Qiqi! Wherever you want to go, whatever you want to see I'll take you!"

~🐇~YAOYAO~🐇~

YaoYao cares for you so much and tries to protect you despite her age or stature

She loves taking care of you as if she were the older sibling

Whenever you get hurt during a commision or when you adventure with her, she brings Yuegui out to help you feel better

You often help her with her things when she has things to work on and such

Madame Ping loves that you have befriended her apprentice since YaoYao hasn't had many friends and seems so stuck on acting like an adult

YaoYao sometimes treats you as if you were younger but you don't mind since you get back at her and she doesn't mind

You often take her places and trust her the most when you adventure around Liyue with her

She loves telling you about all the things she's learning under Madame Ping as well as from you

YaoYao loves to take you to her safe spaces that are secret when she isn't feeling to good and just needs a break from people

You both often play around and climb trees together as well as joke a bit

When you catch her crying, its sort of rare since she never shares her true feelings with you but when she does you embrace her and reasure her that it is okay to cry and have the feelings she is having

When she catches you crying, YaoYao tries her best to make you feel better by letting you hold Yuegui and making you your favorite snack

When you go adventuring to another nation, she worried about you so much

"Still worried about Y/n YaoYao?"

"What if they come back hurt? I'm not there to help!"

"I'm sure they'll be fine, they are a very capable adventurer"

Madame Ping usually reassures YaoYao whenever she spirals into those what if thoughts

Whenever you send her something from the nation your from she is so relieved

She often sends 3 letters a day checking in on you and making sure you're eating well

Once you come back she immediately runs to the dock if she wasn't there already waiting for you

After she checks you for any injuries and such she takes you to the special spots you two have reserved for hanging out

"Y/N!"

"Hey YaoYao! Want to go to our special spot?"

"Yes please! I was so scared you wouldn't come back!"

"I always do and always will."

~🎐~SAYU~🎐~

Sayu considers you her sleeping buddy

She always depends on you for either distracting, avoiding, or talking to her caregiver

Sayu loves when you nap with her because it means she's even safer and is able to sleep longer when there is a disruption

Whenever she has a job she takes you with her and you always are willing to go

Even when you do most of the work, you just want Sayu to be well rested

Whenever she is upset about not being tall or the sleeping isn't making her taller, you take her on your shoulders and sort of help her feel better

You take her on sibling lunch dates and make sure she doesn't force herself to eat everything and tell her to set limits

You encourage her to do her own work when she brings you on missions bit by bit

Her caregiver is so grateful to you because she can finally take a break and not really worry about Sayu as much

You two tend to play games with each other but its very minimal and short

If someone were to call her lazy, you'd stick up for her and tell them that she works just as hard as anyone else

When you catch her crying you pull her into your lap and try to help her with whatever she is crying about but she ends up falling asleep in your lap

When she catches you crying she cuddles you and take you to where the foxes are so they can help you cheer up

When you leave to adventure other nations, Sayu is incredibly lazy and has to hide from her caregiver again

"Sayu! Come out this instant!"

"No! I'm not doing anything without Y/n!"

Sayu feels a bit better when you send her letters and telling her you're working hard

She works hard after those letters but its really rare

Once you come back, she drags you to the usual napping spot and naps with you

"I'm so glad you're back Y/n.."

"Did you miss me so much you didn't sleep?"

"No, I just like having naps with you."

~🍃~NAHIDA~🍃~

She first found you in the forests of Sumeru before the whole incident in Sumeru

You caught her attention and always made sure to make herself present in your dreams

Once you saw her in person you connected the dots really quickly and she became one of the quickest best friends you have ever made

She loves teaching you new things and spends a lot of time with you in the forests or in the main areas of Sumeru taking you to a bunch of best food places

People are shocked to see you treat her as a sibling but they don't question it since they don't want to offend their god

She loves hearing all the knowledge you've obtained from traveling all over Tevat

She likes coming up with funny analogies with you and seeing you giggle with her

She loves introducing you to things she's interested in and helping her research topic

Nahida found it funny how you and Scaramouch/Wanderer met again after the fight

You were all protective of her and saying if he hurt your sister that he would be dead

Nahida likes that you consider her a sister and would do anything to protect you as well as help you grow as a person

Whenever she cries you always manage to make her laugh with a funny story or with funny movements

Whenever you cry she puts you into a dream world to distract yourself to calm down and then when you come back the two of you talk about it to find solutions to the issue

When you go adventuring to another nation, she always visits you in your dreams

It startles you every time but once you get used to it, the two of you talk about how things are in Sumeru

"When are you going to come back Y/n?"

"It's a secret little leaf."

"Aww please tell me! I miss you so much!"

"But if I tell you I won't get to surprise you when I come back"

Once your back you always make it a surprise by sneaking into her Sanctuary with a little tea set

The two of you have a tea party and talk about the stories and new knowledge you have obtained

Nahida loves that you travel and wishes to much to come with you

Sure being in your dreams helps her a lot but it doesn't compare to being there with you physically

"What happened next?"

"Well as I was fighting, I figured out that the weakness is behind the neck, so you just put pressure there and then it'll colapse"

"Can I come with you next time Y/n?"

"Maybe, you better learn how to fight if you want to come little leaf"