#these were my hardest gifs to color ever literally

[nishihiroto]

TAN : FIX YOU

[hotcheetogirlluver]

hi this is my first time requesting! I read your story today the angsty one with Levi and you did such a good job on it it was so descriptive (i literally felt the pain Levi put the reader through while reading ) your a really good writer! could you do a story where Levi is trying his hardest to befriend the reader and confess he likes her? she's really loud and confident and she just has warm energy kinda like naruto (if you've seen the show) and shes a total bookworm! thank you!! 😊

A/N: for your first request it's genius 🤯. thank you for requesting your the ultimate POOKIE 💓!! also I love Naruto it's definitely one of my favorite animes (Shippuden too). kakashi sensei was actually my very first anime crush 🥰😭🤣. anyways I hope you enjoy this cute little story it was tons of fun making ☺️.

Summary: Levi is trying to confess to his crush he likes her a lot. She's this really pretty, social butterfly, in the Survey Corps and she's popular among the men. Levi needs to make a move before any of them even think about stealing her heart away first.

WARNINGS ⚠️ : swear words

fluff+++

(y/n): your name

h/c: hair color

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(Y/n) took a bite of her bread as she sat in the mess hall, everyone eating away at their lunch. She had a book opened up in front of her, reading the words as she kept taking bites of her bread.

She didn't even notice someone taking a seat across from her until they spoke.

“Interesting book, cadet?” (Y/n) looked up and saw her captain. Captain Levi. She nodded with a huge smile growing on her face.

“Yes, sir!” She set her bread down.

Levi's eyes watched her intensely as she drank some water. Her eyes met with his as she drank her water, catching him off guard. He glanced away and stared at the wall behind her, with a fast heartbeat.

“How come your reading by yourself instead of sitting with Sasha and them?”

“Easy question, Captain! And it has an easy answer! I need to finish this book!” She picked up her book with both of her hands now since she was finished with her meal. (Y/n)’s attention was turned back to reading.

He didn't know why, but Levi almost felt offended.

She just turned her attention back to reading that book like he wasn't sitting across from her.

‘Can’t this brat see the effort I'm putting in to be nice?’ He thought with an irritated look on his face as he stared at her.

She raised her thumb to her mouth, her tongue sticking out a little bit. Her eyes moved from left to right at a quick speed, indicating she was a fast reader. (Y/n) licked her thumb and then turned the page.

As much as Levi was frustrated she was reading instead of trying to have a conversation with him, she actually looked peaceful. His eyebrows stopped furrowing, and he stared at her a little longer.

She was pretty. Half the guys at Survey Corps were after her, because she was a social butterfly who was good at speaking with others, she was confident, and because she's charming.

He always saw red once he overheard the soldiers speaking about her. It wasn't even the same people either, the men who spoke about her were always different people. Adding to his.. ‘jealousy’ he guessed you could call it.

Her hair fell from behind her ears in a slow manner. With her eyes looking down, the view of her lashes was mesmerizing. Every time she batted them, it seemed like to Levi they stood out even more.

He ‘tched’ with a small blush to his features, which made (Y/n) look up.

“Something wrong, Captain?”

“Nothing's wrong. I’m just wondering why you're choosing a book over sitting with your friends. You're usually social and you're sitting over here alone where no one ever sits.” His cold tone didn't faze her as she smiled and shrugged, putting a small leaf in her book, as she shut it suddenly.

.. What the? As a bookmark?

“Sounds like you're concerned about me.” (Y/n) wore a sly smile on her face as she gasped loudly.

“Is Levi Ackerman worrying about me?” He narrowed his eyes at her as he tried to focus on getting rid of the hot feeling traveling up his neck.

“Don't push it.” She laughed and shook her head.

“Yeah, don't get me wrong I do love those crazy humans but I have my heart set on finishing this book. They won't mind. And every once in a while I do like getting away from sociable interactions,” (Y/n) pushed her hair behind her ears, barely noticing it fell from the spot she put it in.

“.. I find that hard to believe, cadet.”

“Well hey Captain, I get tired of people every now and then too y’know. Like you do. Well… the only tiny little difference is you're tired of people everyday and for me it's just every other day.” She put a finger on her chin and tapped it in thought.

“We’re not so different, y’know! Aside from the fact that you have superhuman strength and I can barely lift a thick paged book.” His unchanged expression made her slightly sweat drop. But he was just thinking.. How could she be so lively? She's so outgoing with everything she does. Even with reading a book. It surprised him how popular she was sometimes.

“What's so interesting about your book? You seem unhealthily obsessed with it.” Her eyes lit up and it looked as if there were shiny little diamonds in them for a second. His breath got caught in his throat as she literally crawled across the table and plopped next to him with the book in her hand and an excited look in her eye.

He tried to avoid the eyes that were suddenly on him and (Y/n) as the large room suddenly went quiet.

“I. Am. So. Glad. You asked!” She started with holding it up overly (and weirdly- may Levi add) energetic.

“First of all, this is a romance story! It all starts with two characters named Mitsu and Noroi! The setting of the book is-” Levi could barely focus on her words, focusing on how hard his heart was thumping. She was too close. She was sitting too close to him.

(Y/n) kept using her hands to explain actions with a smile on her face that didn't waver once. Why did it seem like the candle sitting on the table was lighting up her whole face? Or did she just generally look like that?

He couldn't look away for the life of him as she just continued talking his ear off. It reminded him of Hange when they talk about the Titans they catch and experiment on.

“For a princess, Mitsu is actually the sweetest most selfless person ever! She's heartwarming! She doesn't judge books by their covers ever, which is a good thing or she and Noroi would’ve never fallen in love.” (Y/n)’s cheeks took over with a small blush as she stopped talking suddenly.

“I'm just talking your ear off aren't I Captain? Sorry! I don't usually mean to but it's habit sometimes.”

Levi blinked slowly. “It's fine-”

“But like I said, Noroi is from another kingdom, a colder, darker one in the forbidden land of Shadows and it's- you guessed it- basically forbidden love! My heart just aches for both of them!” She dramatically clutched her shirt and slammed her face down on the wooden table.

Levi didn't know how to react to that or what to do. She just cut him off and she didn't even realize. Was he supposed to comfort her about the characters now or something..? They're just fictional. It's not like they're real. So why does she care so much?

..Why is she so passionate?

Plus, it looked like that hurt. But in another 3 seconds she lifted her head without a bruise and she continued talking like she didn't just do that. His eyebrow rose ever so slightly, you could hardly tell it was raised at all unless you looked closely.

‘She’s strange.’

Levi suddenly mindlessly asked, “What's the reason why you're so engrossed with this garbage? It doesn't sound all that interesting to me.” He felt like he immediately said the wrong words as her jaw dropped open and her eyes widened. She stopped making hand actions and she stared at him with this bizarre look.

Then he felt her hand clutch onto his brown short jacket.

“Captain! ARE YOU SERIOUS?! THE DISRESPECT!!” She shook him back and forth crazily as he just stared at her, somewhat perplexed you could say..

“You aren't speaking consciously! I don't blame you, sir! Not to worry!” She frustratingly looked up at him. She still didn't let go of his jacket. Oh shit. Her face was really close to his. Like if she moved another inch her lips would be on his. Levi’s face went scarlet.

“OH NO, SIR!” (Y/n) gasped making more and more soldiers look over at their table to see what all the yelling was about.

“HAVE I GIVEN YOU A FEVER??” She loudly whispered to him. Levi snapped out of it, trying to get his face to cool down to his natural pale skin tone. He grabbed one of her wrist, that was holding onto his jacket still.

“Brat, control yourself.” He muttered to her and took her hand off of him.

Her eyes widened a little and then she looked around. Seeing soldiers eyes on her and Levi as he grumbled some things under his breath, having an annoyed look on his face.

“H-Hey everybody! Nothing to see here, hehe.” She nervously waved at all the tables who still haven't stopped staring at them. They all just shrugged dismissing all the yelling she did, and went back to their casual conversations, waving back before turning their attention from the both of them.

“Sorry Captain! I guess I just lost it there- I went a little crazy..” (Y/n) nervously laughed as her index finger was next to her head, moving in a circular motion indicating she's a ‘little’ crazy.

‘She's like a puppy or something.’ Levi deadpanned.

“But this is not garbage- or.. at least not to me anyways, I guess we all have different opinions!” She tapped her chin in thought again.

‘As much as she tires me out, I can't help but like talking to her.’

“Maybe you should read this book for yourself, Captain. It's called ‘Unfortunate Romance’. It's really interesting y’know! Noroi means ‘a curse’ and in his kingdom everyone is seen as evil. He stands out though because even his own people see him greater than the darkness itself. His own people fear him, and once he runs away from his kingdom and walks for days to Mitsu’s Kingdom she too also has problems that she doesn't want to face.” (Y/n) stared at the leather book cover as she spoke this time with a light pink tint on her cheeks.

“She's not ready to become Queen. Her mother is sick with an incurable disease and is to meet her end sooner than later. Her father has passed away from the same sickness her mother has earlier in the book though. Mitsu escaped her castle, and planned on heading East. When she does escape though, she runs into a handsome man in the streets. You can already guess who it is.” She giggled softly and Levi admired the state she was in. It's like she was speaking mindlessly.

(Y/n) looked so calm.

And comfortable.

Levi made her comfortable? That surprised him. Since when did he make anyone comfortable?

Truth is, she looked majestic. (Y/n) never failed to make his heart leap.

“When they meet, Noroi is surprised by her kind eyes. No one has ever looked at him that way before. Later on they get to know each other better. They both explained how they ran away from home and Mitsu surprised Noroi once again when she didn't look at him in fear when he told her where he was from. She only comforted him and held his hand. They fall more in love throughout the story, and this one time Noroi even picks flowers from a field, Mitsu’s favorite flowers. When he gives them to her she breaks down in tears and they confess their love for each other.” Her eyes filled with shiny tears and Levi didn't know what to do.

‘Why does she have tears? What made her cry? The book? I'll burn it if that's what she'd want. Nothing makes (Y/n) cry and gets away with it.’ He looked down at his carousel hands. Then he looked back at her as she continued to talk.

Tears in her eyes, pink cheeks, and the candlelight reflecting off of her face.

She really is stunning..

“But like I said, it's forbidden love. So when their kingdoms find out, they go to war. That's the part I'm at right now though.” Some tears slipped from her eyes and she felt something wipe them away. As she turned her head to the side, Levi had his hand raised to her cheek. His thumb brushing away the small tears.

“It's a good story..” (Y/n) smiled small, and her cheeks turned a slightly brighter pink from Levi wiping her tears away.

“Sounds like you're really invested in it. Just don't kill yourself over this story, alright?” He let a small smile settle on his lips.

She blushed a crimson. Her cheeks heated up the longer Levi stared at her.Then she turned away shyly and stared at the book cover again.“I just find their love beautiful.. but terribly sad. If I loved someone with all my heart and we couldn't be together..” (Y/n) stopped talking. Her situation kinda was like that though.

What was she saying? What was she thinking even falling for Levi in the first place? She just tortured herself with her crush on him. It's not like he would ever love her back. She shook her head and gave him a smile.

“I'm going to go train. Thanks for listening, Levi.” Levi froze as she set a hand on his shoulder before she got up and left. That was the first time she's ever said his name before.

‘Yessssss!’ His inner Levi high fived another Levi.

He felt… accomplished.

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Levi left the Survey Corps castle. He walked down this dirt path, lost in his thoughts. Earlier at lunch was stuck in his thoughts.

He couldn't ignore the feeling of wanting her to be his any longer. Levi had to confess. He was determined. He stared down the path as he walked slowly.

‘She likes romance.. so think romantic Levi! It's not that difficult. You're making it difficult. Don't think about it too hard, dumbass.’ Levi felt wind push his bangs to the side.

He turned his head and watched as the tall grass danced with the chill breeze. Then he saw flowers. All different types of flowers in the grass. Wild ones mainly.

A memory flashed in his brain.

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“… She only comforted him and held his hand. They fall more in love throughout the story, and this one time Noroi even picks flowers from a field, Mitsu’s favorite flowers. When he gives them to her she breaks down in tears and they confess their love for each other.” Her eyes filled with shiny tears.

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‘That's right. The protagonist of the story got flowers from her love interest. Hm..’ He looked to the side at the flowers again.

“This idea is better than nothing.” Levi muttered under his breath.

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(Y/n) stretched and yawned as she plopped down onto her bed. She had finished training, ate some dinner, and walked back to her room to take a shower. She felt better after training, though.

Earlier with Levi..

Damnit. Why did he have to be so freaking cute!? The way he stared at her when he wiped her tears away. (Y/n) only groaned and covered her face with a pillow as her cheeks turned red again. She sat up, in her pajamas, clutching the pillow to her chest burying half of her face in it. Her bright colored cheeks were still noticeable as she looked down, batting her eyelashes.

‘That book also describes my love life too. Don't worry Noroi and Mitsu, I feel your guys' pain.’

Levi didn't even try to be so handsome and he just was. (Y/n) admired his bravery and even though he doesn't show it all the time, his respect for his comrades. He was so perfect…

‘WHY GOD WHY?!!! YOU JUST HAD TO MAKE ME LOVE SOMEONE THATS WAY OUT OF MY LEAGUE?!’ She cried anime tears and dramatically fell to her knees. Then she stopped crying and slapped herself.

‘Get it together (Y/n)! You're a soldier for god's sake! An elite! Act like one!’ She nodded determinedly and got up from the ground to brush her hair before she went to sleep. She yawned quietly again as she brushed her h/c locks.

Suddenly she heard two knocks on the door. (Y/n) turned her head, and put the hair brush down. She picked up her pillow and clutched it to chest once again. Then she walked over to her room door and opened it.

“Captain?” She tilted her head.

Levi was standing there holding a bunch of flowers in his hand. He looked a little tired, but.. committed?

“Did I wake you?” He asked monotonically.

“No sir! I actually was just about to head to bed!” She lifted an eyebrow and took a step towards him, making him feel nervous and making him lose his confidence.

“What's with the look, Captain? Are you okay?” Levi shook his head and felt his heart pounding. His cheeks flared up on the spot.

“Uhm.. I.. I just..” Shit Levi, not right now!

(Y/n) tilted her head to the side once again and clutched her pillow tighter to chest.

‘Oh fuck (Y/n) don't do that it's already hard enough trying to confess my love for you, you idiot! Don't make it harder with your cute as hell self- why is this so fucking hard!?’ He exhaled shakily and then pushed the flowers in front of her face.

“T-These..” He shook his head, shocked with his stutter for a millisecond.

“For you!” (Y/n) felt wings flutter in her stomach. Butterflies.. Levi was giving her butterflies.

“Really?” Her eyes widened, the flowers blocked her view of Levi’s face since he shoved them quite literally into her face.

She was slightly glad though because her cheeks were the color of a tomato.

“Yes!” He gulped quietly, and she grabbed all of the flowers with one of her hands and smelled them.

“These smell so fresh!” She smiled and smelled them again.She looked at Levi and couldn't help but let her face burn up by now. He looked so shy. Levi Ackerman, shy!?

“Where did you get all these?”

“Outside of headquarters there's a dirt path I was walking on. There's a whole meadow next to the path, full of flowers I just..” Levi looked away, and at the stone wall. He cleared his throat awkwardly.

“I don't know which ones are your favorite, so I grabbed each of the flowers that were there.” (Y/n) felt herself shyly smile at him, her energetic personality fading away the longer he stood there in front of her.

“Levi..” She softly said and he looked back at her. He exhaled again, before looking at her determined.

“You said earlier that Noroi confessed his love to Mitsu when he brought her her favorite flowers. Am I wrong?” (Y/n) shook her head no, she was shocked Levi even remembered the names from her book. But it made her heart warm and happy nonetheless.

“I'm afraid in this situation it won't be as romantic as that scene, since I just brought you random flowers because I don't know which ones are your favorite. But..” He glanced down before walking forward, making (Y/n) step backwards.

As soon as he was in her room, he kicked the door shut behind him, and he took another step towards her until there was only an inch of space between them.

“I like you. There I said it.” Blood rushed to his cheeks immediately and he closed his eyes, letting out a sigh. (Y/n) froze. She couldn't muster a word, as her lips parted and her eyes widened, her pulse racing.

“You're funny, and beautiful as hell. I like how easily you can talk to people. Even people like me. You.. talk to me so comfortably and your smiles are everything.” He raised a hand to his hair and gripped at his bangs firmly.

“I know it's not a really romantic confession but there. That's how I feel about you.” Looking back at her, and realizing she still hasn't said anything made him anxious as fuck.

‘Say something.. anything.’ He stared at her.

(Y/n) suddenly turned around and walked to her bed. She set down the flowers on her bed along with the pillow. When she looked back at Levi, she wore the brightest smile on her face.

Making his stomach do backflips.

“So you really like me don't ya?” She teased with a shy look on her face.

He nodded with a small smile.

“I do. The question is.. do you?” Levi held out his hand.

(Y/n) looked at his hand and him.

Her smile didn't leave her face as she walked to him and placed her hand in his. He interlocked them together with that small smile of his. Relief and calmness made his body relax and not tense anymore.

“.. You must really like me too huh, (Y/n)?” She stared into his eyes as she smiled a little wider. She liked how her name sounded when he said it.

“No..” She said and tilted her head, her eyes flickering back and forth to stare into both of his eyes.

“I love you.” Levi leaned in and kissed her lips.

He set his hands on her hips as he pulled her closer to him. Their lips molded together almost perfectly, and the way Levi touched her gently made her heart melt.

(Y/n) pulled his head closer to hers, and kissed him passionately and softly again. When they both didn't have enough air to keep on kissing is when they both pulled away.

“I love you too, (Y/n).” Levi kissed her forehead.

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Two knocks were heard from outside of Levi’s office.

“State your name and business.” He called out a little annoyed since he was almost finished with his paperwork.

“Levi..” A quiet voice called out.

“Come in.” Levi furrowed his brows. He recognized (Y/n)’s voice from a mile away.

She walked in, sniffling with her head facing the floor.

“(Y/n), what's wrong?” He couldn't react to everything as she suddenly bolted to his desk. She went around it, and let her head fall into his shoulder.

“(Y/n). What's the matter?” There was firmness in Levi’s voice as he spoke but it was because he was starting to grow worried.

She said something but it was muffled because her face was on Levi’s shoulder.

“Speak up. You're starting to worry me.”

“Leviiiii!” She cried. “They both died!”

He paused for a second and then his brows molded into confusion.

“Who died?” She lifted her head with anime tears and clutched onto his jacket.

“NOROI AND MITSU! THEY BOTH DIED-” She whined and more anime tears flooded down her face. She dramatically fell to her knees and looked up at the ceiling.

“THEIR LOVE WAS SO PRECIOUS, AND THEIR STORY WILL ALWAYS BE REMEMBERED!” (Y/n) did the Survey Corps salute and shook her head.

“.. So, you're just crying because two fictional characters died?” Levi deadpanned.

‘I thought she was going to die.’ Levi sighed in relief and irritation. She whipped her around to look back at him so fast he thought it was gonna snap off of her neck.

“THEY GOT KILLED IN THE WAR LEVI! IT WAS HORRIBLE!” She went back to mourning.

Levi pinched his nose bridge before getting up from his desk and walking over to her.

He leaned down and patted her head softly.

She looked up at him with tears in her eyes.

‘Damnit. She looks like an angel even when she cries.’ Levi’s cheeks turned pink as he scoffed a little.

“Tch. You shouldn't be so upset over their dead love story, (Y/n).”

“HAH?!?? Why not?” She sniffled.

“Because..” He smiled down at her.

“You have me.”

[goobercorelmao]

Y'know what? Fuck y'all. I'm not going silent on this app just because y'all are some snakes. I'll do whatever the fuck I want and I'll do it because I fucking can. I'm glad I left before season 4 because y'all were probably defend the heinous shit that your favs do because "ohhh but he's my sweet little pookie bear 🥺". Y'all's fandom has shown your true colors and you are just as bad as the other side of the fandom who are raging bigots who don't fucking understand who Homelander is. Y'all are freaks who are into some really weird shit, but y'know what? It was my bad for not expecting people who like a show full of heinous shit to be into heinous shit and defending it. Y'all have put down my trauma and told me I was shaming what other people are into but I'm tired of being shamed because I don't like your questionable kinks. And to my ex-moot if you ever see this, I hope that you are happy that you just fucking ghosted me and didn't stand up for me because I felt uncomfortable being in a server full of weirdos. You told me "oh no yeah I'll tell the mods I promise!" Because you KNEW I was distressed but you didn't do anything and then threw me under the bus when I finally spoke up. I hope you are happy that you ditched me at one of the hardest points in my life and that I almost thought about k!ll!ng myself a few months ago. I hope you're happy that I celebrated my birthday alone because you weren't there for me. Fuck all of y'all who ditched me, I literally only have three people left on my side. I will not be silent about this shit anymore and I will never be bullied into apologizing when I just felt uncomfortable with the things y'all are saying. I don't want to be the bad guy. That's all folks, DM for receipts about what happened.

[cup1dt3a]

what if y/n or reader was the villain in the show welcome home puppet show and had a crush on one of the character

There was only one person who did this so far and i loved it

would the reader go easy on them or harder so no one would know

would they show concern when there crush is crying

would they stop there plans all together if they were asked by that person (only for a day maybe)

Tysm for the request and love the idea! And I’m doing this with 2 of the members in cast if that is ok because no on was specified on here and I just really want to write about Julie! Also this is fan content of welcome home that has nothing to do with the lore!

Oh to be the antagonist of this story is very “interesting”. You’re always the cause of the moral of the story on why doing whatever it was is bad. Or you just sabotage them throughout the show.

But mostly sabotaging the main character Wally Darling. Always messing up his paintings by adding yourself to the picture. Literally you just crudely draw yourself right beside him. Even going as far as to cross a few of his friends out or replace their heads with yours. While always leaving a signature evil as yours right next to his with a little heart. All over yours and his neat signature. Sometimes putting a heart around both your signatures as a way to circle them. You thought it was cute and a sweet sorry. While Wally was sometimes annoyed by this you would always cut him off before he could say anything.

Most of the time apologizing with “ I’m so so very very sor-sore- sarh- sarh-I think I’m gonna puke! SORY! I said it now you can’t be mad at me…oh geepers my tummy is all topsy turvery now I hope your happy!”

Yes for comedic purposes you could never say sorry without almost puking it was a curse and a gift.

You would always go the hardest on him. No matter where or who he was with Wally would always be your main target. He was just so much fun to mess with. Such as putting the blame on him in Howdy Pillar’s shop by stealing an apple from its once neat stand. Leaving a mess for the yellow man to have to clean up himself. As they all fall you disappear with a clever disguise. Glasses and a mustache. The perfect disguise no one can recognize you! Well kinda? Howdy and Frank always know it’s you and you have no idea how. You fooled Julie and Barnaby with it. Even Wally you think? So how are they exposing you like that!?

For anyone else maybe a few pranks here and there but Wally oh dear sweet Wally will always be victim to your harshest pranks.

But Wally was also the only person you ever listened to that made you stop your devious plans all together. One little “ No, not today Neighbor.” And you’re done for. Fully defeated, and devastated that your plans were cancelled. Not really to be honest you could always do them next time.

Crying. Is something you’d never really try to make anyone do. Really it’s all harmless fun until someone gets hurt. And if Wally do happened to get hurt or start crying your the one who is literally comforting him. Pulling out tons of tissues from your pocket. Panicking over the fact that you made him cry. So you’ll disappear for a few days and go very and almost too easy in everyone especially Wally for once.

You were once again in your unnoticeable disguise. The same one you always wore as you walked around the colorful road of the neighborhood to find Wally. You the came upon the man asking what to paint. Excitedly rushing over onto his shoulder.

“ I think you should paint me~!” you announced dramatically catching the blue haired man off guard.

“ Sure neighbor.” He said gaining his composure now catching you off guard.

Now this was a surprise as you blushed. You quirked your eyebrow at his calmness and to the fact that he willingly without hesitation said he would paint you.

“ Fine then…stranger! Paint me as if I’m the most amazing person in the world! Because I am!” You proclaimed in a dramatic pose.

“ Whatever you say ___.” He said with a sigh as he started to paint catching you fully off guard.

You panicked declaring an answer on how he knew it was you.

“ You use the same disguise and put a different mustache on every time you’re doing something no good.” He said as you huffed.

You thought no one would notice especially with the purple mustache. Come on it was purple and very long and pointy too. And you even got different shoes. This is so unbelievable the nerve of that pretty man!

To be the antagonist of the story and have Julie as your main “victim” is the hardest thing ever. She always laughs and says “ Oh neighbor you’re so silly!” or “ Can you teach me how to do that!?” and even “ Hear let me help you I know an easier way to do that.”

She is too nice to you. She even laughs when you’re doing your evil laugh too! It throws your whole vibe off! You’re supposed to be the evil villain that strikes fear and misery. Not the joke of a villian with some stupidly adorable blonde who always helps and complements you! No she’s supposed to fear you not hug you right after you just tripped over falling face first from your epic exit!

With Julie you go harder on her than anyone else! Not because you like her no it’s because you hate that she is supper nice and supportive; She’s always trying to help you become a better person and…she needs to be stopped. Julie is always thought rushed away from you when Frank is near. The man pulls her away as she tells you “ Bye ___! Hope you have a good day!”

“ Guys I think they just need a chance!” She’ll say while being told “ THEY JUST TRIED TO TRICK HOWDY INTO GIVING THEM OWNER SHIP OF HIS OWN SHOP!”

Making Julie cry is the worst thing you could ever do. Literally if you’re the reason she cried or because you ran into the always happy blonde crying you better give her a hug. It’s technically illegal not to. She is just a ball of pure sunshine that is too nice. If you don’t hug or try to comfort her you’re a heartless monster at that point. But if you are the reason she cried because of you. Do not show your face for a few days. Never show your face again you monster!

“ Hey Julie….Um so I’m sorry about what happened yesterday… I brought you flowers.” You sighed as you handed her the huge bouquet of all her favorite flowers.

“Listen I swear I didn’t mean to ruin that feild of flowers…my Poison-inator3000 somehow malfunction and-“ “ Oh Neighbor! You’re the best!” She gasped hugging you around the neck with a loving squeeze.

She happily smiled at you as you just stood in show with the bouquet still in your hands. You slowly hugged her unsure how to huge her in your akward position and mental state. The sweet blonde is hugging you. Repeat the sweet adorable blonde is hugging you.

Sorry for the wait I’ve been busy recently. So expect me to post more often! Hope you’re all doing well or things are getting better!

Sincerely-Cup1dT3a💕

[jester-lover]

Hobie with a Desi! S/O

cw/ fem! Reader, horrible attempt at writing British people, including multiple desi cultures bc my girlies need all the representation we can get (it’s slim pickings out here) all fluff, some cultural struggles, but everything is resolved, mentions of insecurities

(LONG POST- headcanons and a drabble)

I'm goth and I had a literary awakening when Hobie showed up

There are literally only two ways I see the two of you meeting

The first involves you being a friend/relative of Pavitir’s, who is exceptionally happy his two homies are getting along

In this situation, Hobie would know a little more about you from the get go, and you most likely would know about him (Pav thinks he’s so cool, he’ll talk about his friends to anyone who’ll listen)

Another; in my opinion, funnier, way for the two of you to meet is him accidentally crashing a desi wedding when he’s on Spidey business

You would be mildly peeved with him for disturbing the wedding, but his spunk and generally opinionated personality make you fall for him

Either way, congratulations! You have the world’s loveliest punk boyfriend

As a boyfriend, Hobie loves helping out in any activity you need help with

He’s the type of boy who tries his absolute hardest to be there for any event that is important to you

No matter if its a massive grad party or a late night pizza run, Hobie is there and having the time of his life

Now, moving onto the cultural aspect, Hobie adores learning about other cultures

Your family is weary of him at first, because of the way he dresses primarily

He manages to find a place in their hearts after they see the way he treats you (with respect and dignity!!!!)

Also the fact that he eats whatever your mom makes, entire plate, man will lick it clean

(I mean, have you seen how much British people love takeaway?)

“Is your mum home yet?” “She’s making something good I bet, she always is.”

He can HANDLE spice, and he’s good with kids (his interaction with Mayday proved that to me)

Your parents may end up, in a shocking event, liking him!

Hobie is your biggest hype man whenever you wear cultural clothes, especially if they’re a little on the edgy side, dark colors and all that

Lehengas, shalwar kameez, sarees, etc, he loves them all

“You're dressed up, aren’t you?”

He’ll explain it to you in this mysticised ‘stepping on eurocentric beauty standards’ type of way, but you know deep down he just thinks you're super pretty

He’s obsessed with your features, no matter what you look like, he thinks you have the most perfect face in the world

If you ever make Hobie Desi food, he’ll be in love with you forever

He loves pani puri, especially if the pani is a lil spicier

His love language is acts of service, and you making him something to eat is like, you are nourishing him?? With bomb Desi food?? he’s is seeing heaven rn

He most DEF asks Pav (who then asks Gayatri) for advice on how to impress you

This leads to him, hanging onto your windowsill, with a Mendhi tube in his hand, and a calm smile on his face

As Hobie slid off his mask, his gorgeous hair fell to the sides of his sharp face. Placing the spiky mask on your side table, he sauntered towards your bed, abruptly sitting down and motioning for you to follow him. 

You sighed, and smiled as you took your spot in front of him. He was alway so considerate, taking your interests into mind whenever he swung by.

“You know, I’m not a pro at this or anything.”

He grinned, almost wolfishly, and placed the small sharp tipped tube into your lap.

“I could care less, do anything on my hands.”

You gently took one of his hands into both of yours, spreading it out to see the flesh of his palm, his nails were painted red this week, courtesy of you, of course.

His long bony hand flexed as you gently took off each of his silverish rings, one by one. 

You were completely focused on this simple act, treating him with a gentleness only you could offer him, a complete contrast from his usual existence. 

“I don’t have a lot of time today, my cousin’s getting married, we have to go to some pre wedding events.”

Hobie perked up in interest, sliding his free hand to smooth out your gingham sheets.

“And what do you plan to wear?”

His mind flashed through all the traditional clothes he’s seen you in, each more ornate and beautiful than the last.

“The lehenga most likely, the peach-ish one, with the sparkles.”

You undid the little plastic pin at the top of the Mehendi tube, applying a slight pressure and making a small line on his palm to start out with.

Hobie looked at you closely, remembering the last time he saw that specific lehenga.

“That one’s cute.”

You laughed a little, looking down at your messy drawing.

“I was going for a flower but it sorta looks like a palm tree.”

He looked down at his hand, a messy smudgy, and less than finished flower was on his palm.

“Maybe, a couple more petals on the top, yeah?”

You squeezed the Mendhi tube again, carefully drawing three extra petals on the top.

“There! I think that's good.”

Hobie looked down at his palm and kept a laugh back, poorly albeit.

The flower wasn’t necessarily bad, just a little wonky.

“It's absolutely beautiful.”

You smiled.

“Hold your hand still until it dries, then peel off the crumbly bits, okay?”

Hobie mockingly saluted with his other hand, matching your smile.

“Anything you say.”

You giggled, taking his face in your hands gently, careful to avoid snagging one of his piercings.

“What am I ever gonna do without you?”

His expression turned a little soft, keeping his smile steady.

“Let's hope it never has to come to that.”

[oisins-stuff]

Little Person

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lo'ak sully x metkayina (slightly autistic coded) male reader

warnings; nothing severe- mention of insecurity/not fitting in, sorta mental health mentions but in a gay way

summary; "One person in a sea // Of many little people"

no use of y/n

lyric inspired (Little Person by Matt Maltese), color thingy used?? {please tell me if the color idea is good or not}

I'm just a little person

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Lo'ak sat on the shore as the village settled down for the night. Him and his family had been there for a little while, so he found out that the ocean looked beautiful at night. The boy that soon walked past, however, made the ocean seem like another plain thing. You were beautiful, even if you didn't look all that unique. Lo'ak watched as you sat on one of the bouncy, netted pathways and dipped your feet in the water. As much as he wanted to say hello, to try to make a friend, he didn't think he should. He was already seen as a freak- demon blood- what would happen if he humiliated himself?

One person in a sea

Of many little people

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He thought about it for a few moments; even if he did somehow embarrass himself, it's not like he'd see you that often. There are a ton of Metkayina in the clan, what would it hurt? Lo'ak slowly approached you, trying his hardest to not seem like a nervous mess, because he had no reason to be. "Hey." he finally forced the words out as he stood in front of you. You looked down at the stranger just as the eclipse started and the ocean began to glow. "Hi." you stopped kicking your feet in the water and scooted over, silently inviting him to sit beside you. There was a long silence as you two look at one another, staring as if the other is a rare specimen. After a while you broke the silence, "You're Lo'ak, right? From the forest?" He nodded.

I do my little job

Live my little life

Eat my little meals

Miss my little kid and wife

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You and Lo'ak continued to talk for a few days, becoming decent friends. It was nothing exciting, life went on as usual, but it wasn't boring either. He was a nice addition, he made things fun. You never planned on making any more friends; your social group was already enough for your standards. You weren't very out going, but you couldn't really remember if you were born like that or if that's how you ended up as you grew older. Either way, you were okay with it. Your simple life was alright, it was better than being miserable, so that meant it was good, right?

And somewhere, maybe someday

Maybe somewhere far away

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Lo'ak had been deeply upset by the sudden uprooting of his life, literally moving continents one random day. He knew it was what needed to be done, but that didn't mean it wasn't painful. It was more than just moving away from everything he'd ever known; it was the fact that he had to because of what happened before he was born. He felt like he was born into this fate- like he'd always be a part of his parents past war - and it was true. He faced the consequences of the things before him, but you made it better. You made almost everything okay, and you didn't even try. You were funny, you made him laugh, you knew what to do to help. You were one of the few people who understood what it felt like to not want to acknowledge an issue, to distract yourself instead, and you helped him do that. Even though he had to travel far, far away from his home, you made it worth it. In a way, he left home to find a better one with you. You made any place feel like home.

I'll find a second little person

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That pathway by the ocean had become your spot. Whenever you two needed something, you'd go there at night. It was a safe spot, it was where you had your deepest conversations. It was where you'd met, where you'd gone from strangers to friends. Lo'ak decided that this would also be the place you went from friends to something more. He accepted how he felt, because there was no way a friend would make him feel like this. He sat patiently waiting for you, ears perking when he finally heard you. You sat gently beside him, letting him start the conversation. "I think... I think we need to talk." he muttered after a while, looking down at the glowing ocean. "What's up?" you sounded calm, but really, you were terrified. Losing him would be the worst thing to happen, especially with all the war. You two needed each other, and that need was so strong that not having him would genuinely be unhealthy for you.

Who will look at me and say

"I know you

You're the one I've waited for

Let's have some fun."

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Lo'ak took a deep breath, held it, and let it out. His voice was almost shaky as he spoke, "I think there's something more than a friendship between us." Although his words were literally meant to be a confession, your heart dropped. You'd never really opened up like you were about to, but the words almost spilled out. "Lo'ak, I think there's something wrong with me. I don't think I'm the way I should be." you didn't look at him as you spoke, instead you watched the stars. Lo'ak didn't speak for a minute, so you continued. "I'm not like the others. I don't mean that in a fun way, I mean I really don't fit in, and I can't. I'm weird, I'm quiet, I don't talk to people, I don't get them, and they don't get me." maybe this was your way of confessing. Maybe your fear of being different was so deep, that it would be a part of your biggest confession. "Maybe that's why I feel the way I do. Because you get me, Lo'ak. Maybe... maybe I like you the way I'm supposed to like a girl." the familiar silence settled between the two of you again, but this time it was different. Lo'ak finally spoke up, his eyes fixed on the shimmering water ahead. "I'd rather not fit in than pretend I don't feel the way I do. I... I don't think I care what the others think, I like you like I should like a girl." It was almost impulsive, but you hugged him. You hated hugs, they were always so forced, but it wasn't like that. He hugged you back, and there seemed to be some level of relief shared between you two. Such a relief, a calming effect, that you fell asleep right there in your favorite place.

We'll take a road trip way out west

You're the one I like the best

I'm glad I found you

I like hanging around you

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Things didn't change much for you two, besides the occasional kiss and label as boyfriend instead of friend. You weren't bothered, though. The fact that you didn't act differently was actually comforting, it meant your connection was so deep that it didn't matter what you labeled it as, it didn't need a label. The idea was cute, though. As much as you didn't want to admit it, the dates Lo'ak would drag you to were cute. If anything; Lo'ak calling you his boyfriend made you want to become his husband. Even if you couldn't have children, it didn't matter. You loved one another so deeply that it was impossible to convince yourselves otherwise, and that made everything you had to go through better.

(I'm sorry for not writing for literal months; I've been so busy with moving and school and my surgery and school and moving and and and)

[naranjapetrificada]

This is going to be long so the short version is this:

I convinced my therapist to watch the 🌟Gay Pirate Show🌟 and now I have to confront a previously unidentified and terrifyingly deep emotional wound that could be as transformative to heal as it is terrifying to approach.

My therapist and I have a lot of let's say...demographic things in common that have made this the most successful therapeutic relationship I've ever had, but also that just made me think he might like the show. It's no secret that ofmd has been a deeply moving experience for its viewers, and queer, neurodivergent, and/or people of color have written at length about the special ways it touches us (or doesn't). Those are three categories both he and I fit into and it feels relevant to say that for context.

So yes I thought he might like it, but I also wanted to pick his brain about Big Feelings it was giving me that I hadn't experienced with the same intensity with other media/fandoms. Y'all, he gave me a completely unexpected reading on the show (and its story and its fan works) and why it makes us feel So Much that I haven't seen anywhere before.

When I say Big Feelings, I mean like I've literally had to swear off a couple of pretty innocuous categories on AO3 ("Growing Old Together" and "Domestic Fluff") because they would devastate me in ways that I couldn't attribute to anything specific. Growing Old Together comes with the possibility of death separating them, which is heartbreaking, but that didn't feel like it was the thing that was gutting me. Domestic Fluff could probably be called the most innocuous tag ever, but anything that saw our blorbos settling down and watching the Revenge sail off into the distance was fucking me up as well.

There are plenty of reasons why OFMD makes queer people feel so much, but when I say this was fucking me up I mean like, well, remember when people outside of classical music started learning about appoggiatura? Like intellectually knowing why I was crying but at a loss how intense everything felt. And my therapist (who is as good at analyzing a text as he is at being a therapist) was like "oh, it could be all the grief."

The grief.

The audacity of this motherfucker (affectionate).

It's a romcom! It's a romcom that we were explicitly told would have a happy ending! It's a romcom where the characters will get to sail off into the sunset together like they want and like we want for them! Stede and Ed, after four decades of self-hatred and trauma and fear and isolation, somehow find each other. And one of the sweetest things about their story is that it's a late in life love story, because it's incredibly inspiring for someone to get to experience a part of life they thought wasn't for them. The inescapable fact that their time together will be shorter than any of us would like is sad but not unaccountably sad to me, because of how much joy they'll be able to cram into the time they have left. I could be wrong but I don't think that alone is the source of what's been overwhelming me.

Grief is a constant presence in the world-building and the storytelling because grief is a natural response to well, so many things about being alive. Grieving is some of the hardest shit any of us ever have to do, but it's also so universal and so many of the things that make us uniquely human also make grieving well, maybe not easier, but something we can endure and process through ritual, community, and the example of those we've witnessed grieving their own losses. Many kinds of grief come with narratives that you can accept or reject all or parts of, but the narrative exists.

But have you ever heard of disenfranchised loss? Loss that's not easily labeled or classified or given the time or space or understanding it deserves? Have you experienced a loss like that? Can you imagine how much more difficult it makes the grieving process?

Well what my therapist suggested, the thing that knocked me on my ass hard enough that I had to come have Online Feelings about it, is that eventually, we all have to mourn ourselves. Not necessarily in a "mortality is inevitable" way (that happens to everyone) but in ways that are often unique to people like him and me (black, ND, queer). Even if we work on ourselves, if we grow and heal our trauma and feel at home in our identities and our bodies and build beautiful lives, eventually we will be forced to mourn the selves that we never got to be in the societies in which we live and the selves we once had to become to survive this long.

And that mourning is a kind of disenfranchised loss, with no clear path forward. Obviously this conversation happened within the context of everything my therapist knows about me as an individual, but I thought certain things might resonate with other fans as well so I wanted to talk about it. The story of this bizarre little man and his remarkable second act and his lovely little found family and his incredibly beautiful love story (that we've been guaranteed will end happily) is still haunted by the specific kind of grief that comes from learning what's possible, and regretting that you didn't know it was possible sooner.

And does anybody have more delayed milestones, later-in-life discoveries, and/or need to invent places for themselves than those of us on the social fringes? Than those of us in societies unequipped for (or actively hostile to) the ways we exist and the things we need to survive and thrive? Than those of us who have to create our own narratives or be saddled with inaccurate or harmful narratives created by others, or even no narrative at all?

And narrative is so much. Narrative is everything. Narrative is the story we tell ourselves and each other and that literally shapes our reality. So those story beats where we discover something better than what came before are inherently stories with loss and will require mourning, because we mourn loss.

Even when the story has a happy ending. Especially when the story has a happy ending for someone who never thought they would be allowed to have one.

I mean just like, FUCKING HELL. I can't blame anyone for this but myself. I know my therapist. I know how insightful he can be. I did this to myself and now I have to live with it. But my god is it a massive mountain I'm about to have to climb now. My therapist and I have always found it helpful to discuss media that makes me Feel Things (see all the trauma work that came from Life is Strange) but if you had told me that I'd be looking into this new dark cave of unprocessed shit thanks to what I thought was just gonna be a harmless little gay pirate show starring fucking Murray from Flight of the Concords I would probably just have assumed you were in the middle of having a stroke and taken off to get you the medical attention you desperately needed.

[karebear923]

Ok I’m doing it!!!

I’m doing the Vice Versa rewatch!! I know we’re on week 2 and I’m behind but I had stuff going on and I didn’t have time 🙈

I don’t usually make my own posts about shows I watch so bear with me I’m kinda new at this 😅

Just a few minutes in and I realize I forgot so much of it! Of course I remember how much I loved it and how it made me feel but the details of the story have been lost by now.

When Talay described the man as brown like a horse shit I laughed out loud! Did I forget how funny the show was? 😅

This is the most iconic intro of a character ever 👏🏽😍😎 KING!! And we all know how I feel about him in the scene with the suspenders 😏

Look at these smitten kittens!! I love Sea’s freckles 🥰

As I keep watching I keep remembering so much from when I first saw it. Vice Versa was my second GMMTV BL and my 4th overall and I’ve seen so many since then but this one is really in my top 3 (I have 3 faves but they’re not ranked among themselves, they’re all equally my faves) which is really saying something! I loved this show so much and I really fell in love with Sea at first watch (Jimmy I liked but I didn’t love him til later. It took longer to warm up to him cause I didn’t like his character in Bad Buddy).

And it was my second GMMTV BL after Bad Buddy which was so good and literally changed my life cause it got me into BLs! And I was excited to see OhmNanon in it too! But I wasn’t really as disappointed that they weren’t in the show as much or that they didn’t end up together as other people were.

The way they switched from Sea to Ohm and back is pretty cool to see!

I remember that each episode was color coded and I remember not paying attention to the colors at all for some eps and trying my hardest to notice them for other eps. I’m so bad at noticing visuals like that 😅 but I would check tumblr after each episode and see how others noticed the colors! I see the ocean blue here in ep 1 🌊👀

Oh that’s right! There was a ForceBook cameo! I never watched Enchante 😅 and oh snap! The password to the secret universe-swapping club is a quote from 2gether! I understand that reference now! 😁

I have questions about this universe-swapping. Are there only 2 universes that do the swapping? Or are there a million universes that anyone could be from? If so they’re so lucky they’re from the same one and swapped to the same one, that’s fate right there. And what if you were swapped with someone of a different culture? Would one automatically know the language of the region they’re in? Or is it that you only switch with someone of your own culture? Is it like you switch with the “you” of that world? But Puen and Talay aren’t really like Tun and Tess 🤔 questions that will never be answered…

Sea’s voice is beautiful and Have I Found will always be a top tier OST in my book!! 👏🏽 one of my faves!!

What a wild ride that was revisiting ep 1 of this show! All the emotions just came flooding back to me! Maybe I don’t have anything deep to say to add to the discourse of this show but I’m so glad Monica came up with this rewatch cause I’m having a good time! Thank you @stormyoceans! I’m excited to keep going, maybe I’ll notice more stuff I didn’t realize the first time around 😁

[southernbellewrites]

In the Purple Meadow

Elias loves two things, you and the stars.

A/N: Taking a break from my husband Wolfe to write a lil' somethin' short for Elias :3

The morning air was damp and held a bitter bite of cold. You and Elias had been laying in the meadow admiring the stars all night in the purple field of flowers. His hand encased yours warmly, clutching your fingers like pearls he’d just grabbed up from the ocean floor. Your eyes were shut, wistfully lulled into a lavender-scented dreamland. Elias, wide awake, was watching you dwell in your swirling slumber.

You were the thing he missed most during his time in the jungle. Elias was skilled at adapting, to his surroundings, to the people of his platoon, and to the inhumane acts he was forced to carry out day to day, but the one thing he had the hardest time adapting to was life without you.

You were the ghost that lived inside of him while he was away, constantly encompassing his every thought. Like a virus that silently infected his body, you were everything to him. You kept him going.

He would hold the picture of you he pocketed from your bedroom before he left. He would think about the cameras that would follow him through the jungle and hoped that you were one of the few who weren’t watching him on the newscasts morph into a monster, but he didn’t have to worry about that anymore.

He looked at the curves of your face as the two of you lay in the cool morning grass. He didn’t know how he did it, being away from you for so long. His eyes trained down to your chest, it moved up and down completely in sync with his. You couldn’t notice, but he did.

The jungle makes perceivers out of men who usually weren’t. The war was made of tiny intricacies that could quite literally cost them their life. Elias became very well acquainted with the “small things” that left a sour taste on his tongue.

The way you unknowingly presented the tiniest form of connection, made his heart swell with pride. Frequently he was transported back to the time when he didn’t know if he’d ever get a moment like this again, even if he made it back home. He was stained no doubt. Like a burgundy wine on a handkerchief he’d use to wipe his tears, he was stained. As he began to be slowly and painfully yanked back into the jungle of his mind, you stirred.

“Elias...?” Your eyes slowly opened, the color of your pupils lighting back into his own. He pulled you into an embrace, his skin was warm contrasted with the dewy environment. “Good morning Sleeping Beauty,” Elias rasped. He smiled a mellow smile. “Have we been out here all night?” You asked with a sleepy yawn. He ran his fingers down your back, the warm pads brushing up against your skin gently. “We’ve been out here just enough time for me to love on you right.” He kissed your cheek; a light pink painted them. “The stars are brighter in the morning sky you know,” you said as your eyes adjusted to the sky. “Yeah, they are,” Elias whispered against your ear, “They always are.”

The two of you looked at each other with an intense amount of admiration. Your faces relax with peace and comfort in each other's presence. Elias cupped your face with his rough fingers, bringing you into a sweet kiss that felt like all the sweet parts of the morning. You pulled back, giggling softly then nesting your head into the crook of Elias’ neck. He spoke softly, “You’re my morning star, ya know.”

[briochebrioche]

Naruto ( dattebayo )

This was actually the first anime I ever watched. I grew up following the original show, as well as Shippuden. I remember playing with my cousin, pretending we were doing jutsu and transforming like in the show. As a child, this series was very much about entertainment for me. I liked seeing the cool powers each character had and looked up to Naruto because he never gave up no matter how hard things got.

When comparing the show to real-life Japan, we see a parallel with the “ganbaru” ideology. In Japan, there is this idea that one must try their hardest to endure hardship and continue to work hard. This concept is applied especially in work environments, where bosses and even employees try to rationalize having to do excessive unpaid overtime. They frame it as “I must do my best even though the situation is exhausting, just like everyone else is”. Obviously, this mindset has good applications as it can help one overcome necessary obstacles but it can also be used to try to gaslight people into ignoring oppression or discrimination.

That’s another main theme of Naruto, discrimination. The main character is ostracized, bullied, and looked down upon by literally everyone in the village ever since he was a baby. The demon fox that was sealed within him makes him an object of fear to the rest of the village, even though he has done nothing wrong. Nobody sees him as “Naruto”, they see him as “the demon fox”. This ties in to how in the real world, people who are discriminated against tend to be dehumanized. They are generalized or seen as a set of features (color, religion, gender, age, etc.) rather than who they are as people.

However, the show depicts the light at the end of the tunnel. During the Pain arc in Shippuden, Naruto defeats an extremely powerful ninja that single-handedly destroyed the Hidden Leaf Village and killed many of its inhabitants. Eventually, he is even able to restore the lives of those who perished during the attack. After this, the village celebrates Naruto as a hero and even hoists him up in the air while chanting for him. This was another main message of the story, which is: Even if you face discrimination and hardship, as long as you do your best and stay true to yourself, you will succeed.

[bernraccnt]

little red and the wolf (wolf x afab! reader)

dm requested:  HI!! can i request a NSFW/smut mr. Wolf x fem reader if thats ok and thanks!! 😁😁

i literally had the hardest time writing this but I DID IT

before u read: smut (+18), switch wolf and switch reader, reader and wolf are brat coded i don’t make the rules, still using they/them 4 reader, 2nd person pov, i really enjoy this reader’s characterization if you can’t tell, i also tried not to take it super seriously bc im not a big fan of serious sexy times, i suck at describing things my b

you once heard someone say that nightclubs bring out the most primal instincts in people. and sitting here, at the bar and being blinded by the lighting in the dark, crowded space, you felt inclined to agree with that.

when you were dragged out to the club by an old friend of yours, you wanted nothing more than to drink yourself into a coma and force them to drag your drunk ass home. hell, you were planning on throwing up on their shoes just to make them reconsider ever asking you to do this again.

but, when your eyes trailed along the partygoers, sweat and musk heavy on your nose, and you saw a slim figure already staring back at you, you decided to stop thinking about your future victim and take in how fucking attractive this man was.

even in the shadows of drunk people and a shitty remix of lady gaga’s telephone and shakira’s hips don’t lie blurring your senses, you could tell this guy was a wolf. long grey snout, golden eyes, and a row of teeth-- oh my fucking god, you were nearly salivating over those teeth.

you darted your eyes away before you could be considered a creeper, frantically bringing your glass of whatever bitter drink your friend forced you to order to your lips and chugging. god damn, either you are really thirsty or that man is really fucking hot.

you buried your head into your arms, trying to hold yourself together. even with liquid courage, you could never build up the balls to go over there and lay it thick on him. hell, even if your life depended on it, you’d probably still coward out.

“your outfit’s really nice.” the four words were spoken from a deep voice, one you didn’t recognize. picking your head up, you turned to your right and blanched upon seeing the wolf man leaning against the bar, now a foot away from you. he gave you an almost knowing smirk, “i’m digging the red.”

oh, of course you’re wearing red and talking to a wolf. next thing you know, you’re gonna watch him swallow your grandma. “eh, just threw on the first thing i saw.” you played off, swirling your drink and reeling back your panic. “though, it’s quite ironic that you’re talking to someone in red, ain’t it?”

he seemed to like this connection, let out a chuckle that you found attractive as well. god damn it, why couldn’t he have an ugly laugh? “what can i say? i seem to like the trouble that comes with the color.” fuck, why was that attractive? or were you just drunk? “my name’s wolf. it’s my first time comin’ here and honestly this place is a little too rowdy for me, but if you’re a regular, i feel like i’d reconsider.”

“shit, you think i come here regularly?” you guffawed in his face, smiling far wider than was probably socially acceptable for strangers. you then told him your name, “my friend dragged me here tonight, i don’t go clubbing.”

he mirrored your grin, showcasing a grin full of sharp teeth as he slid into the barstool next to you. “more of a homebody, eh? yeah, i get it.” wow, this guy was speaking your language. “i used to not go out much either. not many people are a big fan of me, y’know how it is.”

the dangerous glint in his eyes made you flustered, but also nagged at the back of your brain. somehow, you knew this guy from somewhere. the mannerisms, the ego, all of it was familiar to your tipsy brain.

but, you chose not to address it, only kept smiling. “that’s surprising! you seem pretty alright to me.” you took another sip of your drink. “what brings you here? i hope you’re not a poor soul like me.”

“eh, wanted to see what all the hype was.” he shrugged, resting both arms on the bar. he waved over the bartender and ordered some fancy drink, something you didn’t care for. “my friends would never drag me anywhere, i do all the dragging.”

“ah, a leader type.” you hummed before you could even stop yourself. “hot.” fuck, why do you say the things you do?

wolf took it in stride, in fact, he even seemed to be elated in your blatant attraction. “glad you think so. you’re not too bad yourself.” he leaned in, as if he was about to tell you a secret. “though, i’d prefer seeing the full masterpiece you are, without clothes that is.”

if this was any piece of shit in this club, you would’ve socked the living hell out of them. but wolf wasn’t exactly ordinary in your standards, so instead, you felt your stomach clench in excitement and had to school your expression.

“we’ll see where the night goes, wolfy.” you teased with a playful wink.

the next few hours of your night was spent sitting right on your spot on that barstool and laughing it up with your newest stranger turned acquaintance. you were so entranced by the charming wolf that when your friend came over and said they wanted to go home, you did a double take.

“ay yo? what time is it?” you fumbled for your phone, eyes widening when it showed you it was nearly four in the morning. “oh shit, we gotta go get an uber.” you grunted under your breath, turning to wolf with an apologetic smile. “hey, man, i’m sorry to cut this short but this dumbass behind me can’t even walk straight.”

“fuck you.” your friend muttered, slurring and swaying as they stood to your left.

wolf let out a hearty laugh, waving you both off. “it’s alright, i’m just sad it couldn’t have been longer.” you physically perked up when he pulled out his phone and tapped on the contacts app, creating a new one before your eyes. “is it alright if i get your number?”

“fuck YES it is.” your mouth spoke before your mind could come up with an actually alright response to his question and you snatched up that phone like it was the last piece of candy on halloween. wolf had trouble hiding his snickers as you frantically typed out your number, made your contact name “hottie at the club”, and took a blurry selfie with flash as your contact photo. that made you giggle so hard it hurt your stomach.

wolf watched with the widest grin as you left the bar, dragging your friend by the back of their hood. never before had he been treated so nonchalantly, so nicely, by a stranger. it was odd that you didn’t recognize him, but he chalked it up to your own drunkenness getting in the way of the fear that consumed most people.

and despite all the signs that he probably shouldn’t shoot you a text, lest you become a suspect by the m.p.d. or if you report him to the m.p.d., he did so anyways, only less than two days after your first meeting.

xxx-xxx-xxxx: hey! it’s wolf, the guy from the club on friday, i hope you were successful in throwing up on your friends shoes

while he was mulling over his decision with mild anxiety, you were sitting on your couch, rewatching your favorite movie for the day. when you saw the text, your eyes popped open, and you choked on the chips you were munching on. your fingers rapidly pressed against your phone, movie forgotten.

hottie at the club: OH FUCK I TOLD YOU ABOUT THAT???

wolf let out a loud cackle that startled the other bad guys at the kitchen table around him. if he tried hard enough, he felt like he could hear you shrieking that with a panicked expression.

you added xxx-xxx-xxxx as furry!

furry: sure did. all the way down to which alcohol you were planning on chugging to get the grossest effect

hottie at the club: i am so sorry you listened to me scheme against my friend

you let out a long groan, burying your head into the couch cushions and screaming as hard as you could. you even threw a few punches in there for good measure. god, you were such an idiot.

furry: dont be it was funny

furry: anyways i was wondering if you wanted to do something sometime soon? 

him. you wanted to do him.

furry: like a movie?

hottie at the club: sure! i don’t really like movie theaters but we could do something at one of our places if you want!!

oh fuck, wolf thought, it’s like you were made for him. he breathed a sigh of relief, as he was dreading being seen in public. he didn’t want to scare you away now, not when he’s just started getting to know you.

furry: yours might be better. my roommates are kinda nosy lol

and speaking of nosy, webs peeked over wolf’s shoulder with a huge grin. “oohhhhhh” she drawled, laughing at the glare she got from the bad guys’ leader. “who’s the ‘hottie at the club’?”

“mind your fucking business, that’s who.”

hottie at the club: how about this friday at 8?? i can pick u up if needed :)!

aw, he mentally cooed at your use of emoticon. that was kinda cute.

“oh, wolf’s gotta partner now?” and now shark had joined in peering over wolf’s shoulder, eyes wide with curiosity. “oh, is that a date?” meanwhile, webs had looked at the number listed next to the contact and was now looking up the person wolf was texting discreetly.

furry: works for me! i’ll text you my address then

furry: excuse me for a second i have some heads to bash in

wolf had sent that last message and quickly pocketed his phone before webs and shark could relay any more information to the others. “not a word--”

“WOLFY’S GOT A DATE!” shark gushed like a teenager, balling his hands against his face. “are they cute? when did you meet them? do we know them?”

“pfft, as if.” snake sneered, but wolf didn’t take it seriously. it was his way of joking. “you think wolf can reel in any person?”

“like you could, boomer.” webs retorted before wolf could. he was mildly thankful for her interjection and gave her a small smile of gratitude.

which quickly fell when webs turned the computer around and showed your citizenship file and everything else related to you, ranging from social media to past jobs.

“what-- webs!” he was utterly scandalized when he saw a glimpse of what looked to be a private twitter account, with many retweets of porn related things. “knock it off!”

“oh, and they’re freaky.” piranha was impressed, reaching forward and clicking on the tab with your twitter, scrolling through it. “lots and lots of sex stuff here, chico.”

“eugh, don’t turn the computer this way.” snake gagged, hiding the computer screen from his eyes. “i don’t wanna see this.”

“piranha! snake!”

“they seem to be a keeper.” shark took over the trackpad from piranha and clicked open your instagram, looking through the far and few photos of yourself on there. “really good looking. good job, wolf.”

“shaaark.” this one came out as a groan.

the group of four snickered at the puddle their boss was melting into. it was oddly hilarious to see the typically cool and calm wolf was dying at the sight of his friends discovering his future date.

“so, what? you hoping to fuck or...?” snake decided to ask the question of the hour, quirking an eyebrow over at his friend as he buried his face into his hands. “because, no judgement here, man.”

“shut up, for the love of god.” his deadpan tone caused a domino effect of laughter at his expense.

unfortunately, wolf didn’t stop getting teased all the way up to the actual date, where he took the car and drove it to a nicer part of town, partially to escape his friends and partially to not give away where his homebase was. he let his fingers drum against the light pole he was leaning against, waiting patiently for your “bunk ass car” (your words, not his) to make its appearance.

he was surprised to see that your car, was in fact, a bunk ass vehicle. not exactly the best condition and there were dents here and there, but he couldn’t complain. not when you had that adorably large grin from your spot in the driver’s seat.

“what’s up, wolf?” you hummed, happily bobbing to a song on the radio. wolf recognized it as something webs enjoyed listening to. “you ready for this sick ass movie date?”

he buckled himself, trying his hardest not to sniff aggressively. the car had a uniquely you smell, it made his mood brighten instantly. “depends. what’re we watching, red?”

you gave him a sideways glance. “red?”

“like the thing you were wearing when we met?” he explained, glancing over. his eyes caught onto your shoe against the gas pedal and smirked. “and apparently the same color as the crocs you own.”

to your credit, you didn’t immediately crash your car as you leaned down and frantically ripped off the red shoe wear, throwing them over your shoulder and into the backseat. “fuck you, i’m just gonna stop wearing clothes around you at this point.”

wolf’s grin turned evil. “i wouldn’t mind that.”

“of course you wouldn’t, you pervert.” you scoffed, but your grin was an exact mirror to his.

wolf turned so his upper body was fully facing you and leaned over the center console. “you can call me a pervert, but i think you’d probably enjoy it too.”

you had stopped at a red light, giving you the opportunity to reached over and tug him by his plain shirt’s collar, now inches apart. “fuck around and find out.” all the breath in wolf’s lungs escaped him as he saw the power trip you currently were taking.

shit, you were his equal in every single way. he laughed, your lips brushing against one another. “i have a feeling we’re not gonna be watching anything when we get to your place.”

the only thing that stopped you from making out with him right there was the light flashing green. you released your grip on his shirt and returned to being a safe driver. “like i said, fuck around and find out.”

when you were about five minutes from your place, wolf reached over and set his hand on your thigh. everything but that part of your body tensed up and you had to fight the urge to pull over in a random parking lot and fuck him right there.

needless to say, as soon as you walked inside your apartment, you snatched wolf by the shirt and shoved him up against the wall next to your door. he gave you an equally eager grin, grabbing the back of your head and smashing your lips against one another.

it was a clumsy kiss, teeth bumping and with way too much tongue, but neither of you really cared. your hands wrapped around his neck, entangling your fingers into the fur on the back of his head, while his own hands shoved themselves up your hoodie.

his nails lightly scraped your stomach, dull enough not to scratch you, but also sharp enough to hurt if he grabbed you too hard. he leaned back against the wall and moved his hands down to your ass, giving it a quick squeeze.

you could feel him smile into the kiss as you jumped, then shivered at this motion. “asshole.” you muttered against his mouth, still jumping when he prompted you to. his hands caught the underside of your thighs and he pulled back, panting. you both looked equally roughed up.

“where’s your bedroom?”

“furthest door down the hall.” you instantly responded, moving to press kisses against his neck. wolf wasted no time, speed walking across your messy apartment and all but kicking your door in when he reached it.

one moment, you’re mouthing at his neck, and the next, you’re flying through the air and onto the bed. you let out a loud shriek-laugh, smiling widely when wolf dove to land on top of you. you both still were smiling at one another.

once again, you guys found yourselves kissing, your crotch moving to slot against his and you grinded as hard as you could. the reaction was instant, a groan coming from his throat as his hips jerked.

he pulled back, giving you a playful glare. “hey, now.” he grunted, even though he was returning your motions with his own. you both sighed in pleasure when his dick rubbed you in just the right way, your head falling back. “fuck.” he whined.

“that’s what we’re doing.” you cheekily replied, still smiling the entire time. wolf, in retaliation, leaned down and started pressing his teeth into your neck, leaving bite marks. you sucked in a deep breath of air in response a rough bite, arching your back and gripping at the hair right underneath his ears.

“shit, you’re gonna be the death of me.” he said under his breath, pulling back far enough to start tugging your hoodie off. “take this off.” he demanded.

thankfully, you didn’t have a smart comment waiting for him, instantly sitting up and ripping off the article of clothing.

wolf’s jaw dropped when he realized that you weren’t wearing anything else underneath it, eyes zeroing in on your boobs. “you-- where’s your shirt?” he ears tilted back and he swore if he was capable of blushing, he would be neon red.

you shrugged with no explanation, tilting your head. “you were gonna see them eventually, might as well give you easier access.” you could’ve burst out laughing at how flabbergasted the poor guy was. one pair of boobs and he’s gone.

then you suddenly stopped smiling and looked at him with wide, fearful eyes. “wait, are you a virgin?”

he immediately started shaking his head frantically. “nononononono! i would’ve said something if i was.” he reassured you.

“oh.” was all you said.

and then wolf leaned forward, hands outstretched to your chest. you laughed at the mood shift and suddenly, you were back on track.

he gave an experimental squeeze and planted a kiss on your boobs before pulling back and taking off his shirt himself. he instantly was back to hovering over you and hand his fingers wrapped around the waistband of your pants and underwear. “normally, i’d take it slow, but i just wanna see you, red.”

“go for it, mr. big and bad.” you gave your consent, picking up your hips and allowing him the proper space to pull off the clothing. he gave you no time to adjust to the sudden naked state you were in, already tugging your thighs over his shoulder. his eyes zeroed in on your pussy, your slick glinting in the light of your bedside lamp.

you could’ve disintegrated when he started placing small nips and bites on your inner thigh, the pad of his thumb coming up and resting on your clit. you sucked in a hard breath as he stared at you, maw closing over the plush fat on your thigh.

he pulled back to tell you, “i can’t finger you with these,” he wiggled his fingers, more specifically motioning at his nails, “so you’re gonna have to do the hard work for me, sweetheart.”

you groaned as if he asked you to go do the dishes. “damn it, i was gonna have you do all the hard work--” you let out a choked moan, cutting yourself off as wolf pressed his finger back against your swollen clit. “alright, i’ll do it, shit--!”

you propped yourself up on your left elbow and shoved a few of your pillows under your shoulder to make it a little easier for you. lying back against them, you slowly dragged your fingers down your stomach, eyeing the way wolf’s eyes were locked onto them.

trying to hide your growing smirk, you traced the outside of your pussy with a finger, entertaining yourself with the way his eyes just wouldn’t look away. he did snap out of it when he heard you hide a snicker and glared up at you.

“sorry.” you muttered, pushing one finger inside of you and arching your back at how good it felt. “give me a sec, i’ll have it all figured out in no time.” from the way you were talking so casually, one might expect you to be doing literally any other activity.

wolf gave you a look you couldn’t quite discern. “no, go slow.” he demanded.

“what the fuck-- do you wanna fuck me or not?” you retorted, glaring as you pushed the finger in and out.

“i do, but i also wanna see this.”

“...fucking weirdo.” you grumble and flopped back, trying to move at a steady pace. wolf hummed in accomplishment, pulling one of his own hands away and using it to take off his boxers as he watched you with eager eyes.

when you pushed in a second a finger with the first was when it started feeling really good. curling them like the expert you were, you let out soft moans. wolf’s eyes took in how your hips rose to meet your fingers and how carried away you were getting as you tried to prepare yourself for him.

“yeah, just like that, baby.” he murmured, pushing your hips down and holding you to the bed. his thumb returned to your clit, with slow circles, and you let out a long whine, head falling against your pillow. “oh, you’re so pretty like this.” he beamed when you let out an embarrassed huff that melted into a groan.

“please just fuck me.” you whimpered, eyes squeezing shut from the mixture of yours and wolf’s motions. your fingers rubbed against a specific part inside of you and your vision went white for a second. “please, please, please!”

“alright, alright.” he spoke as if he was being inconvenienced, but you saw the way he moved to sit up immediately. he took his thumb off and then paused, leaning down and pressing a kiss to your clit, making you jolt from the sudden pressure. “sorry, just giving you a good luck kiss before i destroy your guts, little red.”

“yeah, yeah, whatever, loser.” you chortled, pulling your fingers out and pushing the pillows underneath you away. when you laid back down, flat on your back, you brought your legs up and presented yourself to him with a wicked smile. “now come over here and fuck me with your big bad cock.”

wolf didn’t even get the chance to fully comprehend what you had just said to him before he burst out into hysterical cackles, falling face first into your chest as he laughed and laughed. you were no better, tears streaming down your face as you let out a long wheeze.

“my WHA-HA-HAT?”

“BUAHAHA!” you both were losing your minds, clinging to one another like you were going to disappear if you didn’t.

and when you had cooled down and wiped your face dry, you and wolf stared at one another, trying to catch your breaths. you then snorted and that’s what started another laughing fit, with wolf’s laugh going super high pitched.

then, after recovering from that, wolf had picked out a condom from his pants and tore it open, rolling it onto himself with a chuckle. he looked like he wanted to laugh more about your comment, but the throbbing of his dick reminded him of the task at hand.

“you’re so ridiculous.” he muttered, returning to his position above you. both of his hands moved to hook your thighs over his and you could feel the tip of his dick pressed against your pussy.

your heart thumped with anticipation. “don’t go easy on me, wolf. i can handle a little pain.” you teased, making him roll his eyes.

“after all the shit you just pulled, i don’t think i even have it in me to consider going gentle on you.” and then he pushed in. both of your jaws dropped as he moved at a semi-slow but steady pace until his hips had met your own. the hands that held your thighs open were now gripping hard enough to hurt.

“oh fuck.” you moaned.

“ditto.” he agreed, eyes fluttering shut. “shit, this might become a regular occurrence.”

“fuck, if your dick feels like this every time, i might make it a daily one.” you spoke in a breathy tone. your back arched and you shimmied your hips up, attempting to set a pace.

wolf met your motions with his own and soon, you both fell into a steady movement. every time you fell down and the tip of his dick rubbed against your sweet spot, you felt like you were going to pass out. he wasn’t like anything you ever had before, his dick shape unique enough to make just enough of a difference.

wolf, meanwhile, felt like he was in heaven. every clench and every sound that left you made him reach the edge far faster than he’d like to admit it. he was holding back with all of his might at every thrust, snarling to himself. fuck, he was about to start paying to be around him all day if it meant he got to do this whenever and wherever.

he leaned down, still thrusting at a consistent pace, and started marking up your body, wherever he could. one hickey on your stomach, another few on your boobs, and more littering your neck. he couldn’t get enough, he needed to be smothered in you.

so, he stopped thrusting and held you close to him, chest to chest. “what, why’d you stop--” you let out a surprised shriek when he flipped you both over, with him now at the edge of your bed and you straddling him.

“ride me.” he gasped, looking up at you with such desperation. “god, fuck, ride me.”

you didn’t even bother trying to act smart, using your knees as leverage and bouncing up and down on his cock. from this new angle, you felt him even better, his tip rubbing against your gummy walls at just the right pace. fuck, now you were embarrassingly close.

“shit.” you two cursed in unison, making you both snicker through the moans.

“i’m-- fuck-- i’m already close, red.” wolf murmured in disbelief, returning to his task at marking you up.

“glad to know it’s mutual.” you sighed, eyes squeezed shut and thighs beginning to tense uncontrollably.

it was like a wave of static crashed over you after a particularly good thrust, your entire body losing feeling except for in your pussy. you squeezed harshly and that’s what made wolf let out a broken moan before he came as well. he fell back, grabbing your back and dragging you with him.

you moaned into a rather clumsy kiss, riding out the waves of pleasure that felt like they would never end. eventually, you both had to pull back and while panting, you calmed down from the sensitive high.

wolf stared up at you like you were a god, smiling when you swiped the sweat off of your forehead. “pretty good, right?” he asked, both joking, but also making sure you enjoyed yourself.

you nodded rapidly, dispelling whatever worry he had. “oh yeah, i enjoyed that.” your voice was now gravelly, over-exertion from all the moaning and groaning ruining it.

you then moved to sit up, hands planted against his chest. “pretty good fuck for a criminal, i gotta admit.”

wolf blanched, eyes popping wide. you let out a half shriek, half laugh at his reaction, covering your mouth and leaning away.

though he probably should be shitting his pants, wolf just let out a long groan, wiping at his face. 

fuck, you were lucky your pussy was talented, or he would’ve ran out the room.

[watchmegetobsessed]

Never Have I Ever - Harry Styles (part 8)

a/n: oh my! we have finally reached the end of this story and I never thought it would turn out to be this long but im happy it did! thank you for reading and loving it, and now, enjoy the last part!

pairing: Harry x actress!reader

word count: 4k

warning: just pure fluff

SERIES MASTERPOST

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“Girl, even if you don’t win, you’ll surely take the title of the hottest woman on the red carpet tonight.”

Florence’s words make you chuckle, but you try not to move your lips too much as the makeup artist finishes up the last touches on them, using a nude shade.

“Stop, my head is big enough already,” you tell her, giving her a look through the mirror. She is standing a few feet behind you, already wearing her beautiful, golden Versace gown that hugs her perfectly. Her hair is up in a neat bun so her back can be on full display and the diamonds in her ears can also shine brightly. She looks amazing while she is the opposite of what you’ll look like tonight.

Rhonda, the makeup artist has an amazing notion about your look when you showed her the gown you’d be wearing tonight and since the dress is not the sparkly kind, like Florence’s, she went a little heavier with the glitter on your eyes, using mostly whitish-silver colors, creating rosy cheeks and topping it with nude, glossy lips. Your hair is in loose curls with a bunch of extension, creating the illusion that you might as well be Rapunzel herself tonight. But you are the most excited about the gown that’s already waiting for you to be finally put on.

“What time is it?” you ask Florence as you don’t have your phone on you, but she has hers in her hands already.

“We still have half an hour before we have to leave. Dude, I can’t believe you are an Oscar nominee and might turn into a winner tonight!” she sighs, eyes shining bright with excitement. She hasn’t come off of this high for days, so over the Moon that you get to walk the red carpet tonight as a nominee.

“Don’t jinx it, Flo,” you warn her.

There’s a knock on the door of the hotel suit you’ve occupied for the glamming and Florence is quick to rush to it answering, but you both know who it is. As she throws the door open Harry comes to your sight, looking  as handsome as ever, wearing his custom made Gucci suit with a pink dress shirt underneath that matches your gown perfectly.

“Florence, you look wonderful!” his british accent fills the room, making you smile. Rhonda sets your makeup with some spray and you’re finally done. Standing up you move your legs around a bit as they went a little numb from all the sitting.

“Thank you! Pink suits you well, Harry,” your friend compliments your man and you watch them smiling.

When Harry’s eyes set on you, the light up, his smile widening from ear to ear. He looks spotless, freshly shaved, his hair recently cut and combed into place for a change. Not that you don’t like it when it’s all tousled and messy, especially when it’s because of your fingers.

“Angel, wow!” he breathes out as he walks up to you, taking your hands in his. You know he wants to kiss you, but doesn’t want to risk messing your lips up, so he is left with admiring you with only his eyes.

“Just wait until you see her in the dress!” Florence chimes in making you chuckle. You kept your dress a secret, wanting to surprise him with the first look. You gave out only the most necessary details for Lambert so the two of you could match.

“You’d be great like this too,” he teases, taking a look at your fluffy robe.

“I’m not going to the Oscars in a robe,” you tell him with a narrow-eyed look.

“I know, I’m just saying that you’d still be stunning,” he mumbles with a boyish smirk.

“Y/N? Time to choose a necklace!” Your stylist, Rupert appears from the room where your gown is hanging. He has a few jewelry boxes in his hands and he sets them all to the coffee table, opening up you are met with four breathtakingly beautiful diamond necklaces, each of them different yet so magical looking, you can’t decide which one you like the most.

“Harry, which one do you like the most?” you ask, kneeling down next to the table, mesmerized by the jewelries in front of you. Harry leans down and inspects them one by one before poking on the last one in the row. It has three rows of diamonds, not too big, the stones in the last row are shaped like water droplets, it’s such an elegant looking piece, it surely caught your eyes as well and you think it would be perfect with the dress.

“This one,” he tells you and you nod, shutting the other boxes, satisfied with the choice.

“Alright, time to get you into the gown, girl,” Rupert winks, gesturing at you to follow him into the room.

“I’ll be right back,” you tell Harry, risking a quick peck on his lips before you disappear in your temporary dressing room.

You fell in love with the gown on the first fitting when Rupert pulled it out, still in the finishing phase. It still has pins in it, but it already took your breath away. It has a massive A-line skirt and a tight upper part that hugs your body perfectly, a row of buttons running down the middle of it. The sleeves are puffy, but then end in a tight run from a little above your wrists, the same set of buttons appearing like on your chest. It’s giving out some Victorian style vibes in a more sophisticated and simpler way, but it’s by far your favorite dress you’ve ever worn to any event.

It surely needs the extra pair of hands from Rupert to put it on, but once you are secured in it, you feel like a princess straight out of a fairytale and surely, your prince is standing on the other side of the double doors.

“Alright! Everyone get ready for the big reveal!” Rupert announces, sneaking out the room so he can open the door for you. He waits a few moments as you hear everyone shuffle around outside, probably lining up to see you walk out in your finished state. “Okay, three! Two! One! Welcome our Oscar nominee!” he cheers, a round of applause is heard before you even appear, but it’s quickly replaced with gasps when Rupert pulls the doors open and they get the first glimpse of you in your gown.

“Holy fuck!” Florence gasps, mouth hanging open as she keeps raking your form up and down. Your eyes find Harry’s gaze and you see him in a state you haven’t often found him in the past almost two years you’ve been dating. He is completely speechless, eyes glued to you in awe as if he just saw an angel in real life.

“Y/N, I—wow,” he breathes out, still at a loss of words.

“You like it?” you ask with a shy smile.

“I fucking love it, baby. You look… You really are an angel,” he tells you, making you chuckle at his words.

“Would you please help me put on the necklace?” you ask him and he nods eagerly, carefully taking the jewelry out of its box and walking behind you, he brings it around your neck, his fingers delicately working on the clasp. Once it’s all set, you step to the floor to ceiling mirror, taking in the final look.

“There won’t be a straight woman left on Earth once you step on the red carpet,” Florence bluntly comments, making everyone in the room laugh.

“Let’s take some photos, I need to immortalize this masterpiece,” Rupert gestures around, already grabbing his camera.

The next ten minutes you take hundreds of photos, alone, with Florence and then with Harry. He still seems a little stunned by your look, feeling shy when he circles his arm around your waist, but it’s cute that you can still have such an effect on him after being together for almost two years.

Florence snaps some with your phone as well, your favorite is when he held your waist and leant you back, making you arch backwards as your noses touched since he couldn’t kiss you. You already know it’ll end up as your lockscreen, replacing the selfie the two of you took on your latest trip to Hawaii.

When it’s time to leave you grab your little purse with your phone and other necessities and the three of you pile up in a minivan, since your dress needs all the space so it doesn’t get wrinkled before you step out to the red carpet.

As you sit in the car and watch the buildings pass by, your nerves start to rise in you. When the nominations came out a month ago it seemed so far, you couldn’t imagine yourself actually attending the Academy Awards, but now here you are, on your way to find out if you’ve been good enough to be the best.

Your role in Sinful Heaven has brought a lot to your life aside from the nomination. The three months of filming was one of the hardest times in your life you’ve ever worked through and at some points, you didn’t even think you’d get through it. Working so closely with Levi took a toll on you while you were trying to prove in such a heavy and serious role. It was a mess especially at the beginning when you and Harry were still in this weird phase, but that eventually turned right when he literally punched Levi in the face and ten minutes later asked you to be his girlfriend. It’s a badass way to start a relationship and you wouldn’t trade it for anything, especially because it put Levi into place or at least scared him enough to get off your back for the rest of the filming.

When Harry left following that visit, you couldn’t see each other until filming wrapped and you flew straight to him and travelled with him for the next two weeks, hopping from one city to the other, watching him perform every other night and spending all your time with him.

When the movie premiered eight months later, you didn’t appear with Harry by your side, Maya was your date for the evening, but by that time everyone knew you and Harry are an official couple. Neither of you felt like hiding it or caring about what others would think and you were able to focus on each other and rely on the strong foundation you’ve built for your relationship.

He was there with you when the nominations came out and probably screamed louder when your name appeared in the list. With tearing eyes and choked out sobs you jumped into his arms as he mumbled into your ear.

“I’m so proud of you, Angel. So, so proud!”

And now you are on your way to the show, only hours away from finding out if your dreams will come true tonight. Harry squeezes your hand and you turn to face him, his soft eyes meeting yours.

“Nervous?” he asks with a small smile.

“Very,” you admit with an airy chuckle.

“Whatever happens tonight, I’m very proud of you. Don’t forget that.”

“Thank you,” you whisper, giving his hand a squeeze back.

Since it’s the first time you and Harry appear on the red carpet as a couple, once you set your feet out of the car, everyone goes nuts. He helps you out and even fixes your dress so it falls just perfectly around your frame before he offers his arm. You link your through it, taking a deep breath as the two of you start walking down the carpet, posing for the photographers.

You feel powerful and strong, like it’s the peak of your career, but you also feel that it wouldn’t be the same without Harry by your side even though he is making sure to let you shine tonight. At one point he even steps back for a moment so photographers can snap you alone and you think it’s such a caring move from him.

You feel a little dizzy from all the flashlights by the time you walk into the theater, Harry holding your hand tightly as he leads you to your seats.

You’ve been to plenty award shows and it’s not even your first Academy Awards appearance either, but for obvious reasons, it’s the most important. Sitting in your plush chair, you can barely stop yourself from continuously fidgeting as one category follows the other and it’s still not yours.

Then following a jaw-dropping performance from Dua Lipa, Chris Evans walks out with a golden statue and an envelope in his hands and your heart skips a beat, but not because of the man himself, but because you know he is the presenter of the Best Actress category.

Your hold on Harry’s hand on your lap tightens and you glue your eyes to the big screens behind Chris as he smiles around.

“Good evening. It’s a pleasure to be here and to present the award for Best Actress. The theater tonight is filled with exceptional talents, but let’s see the nominees,” he speaks into the microphone and then he starts listing the names.

Emma Stone, Anne Hathaway, Margot Robbie and Rooney Mara are called and a camera fixates on each of them when Chris says their names, all smiling brightly and waving around before your name is called at the end. Taking a deep breath you plaster your most wonderful smile across your face, waving around like the other nominees did before the big screen splits, showing the five of you simultaneously.

“We’ve seen some spectacular performances from these ladies and now let’s see who proved herself to be the best this year.”

Chris flips the envelope open and pulls the little paper out that has the winner’s name written on it and for a moment you’re convinced you’ll pass out. You’ve never felt this anxious before and you’re gripping Harry’s hand so tightly you’re surprised he hasn’t pulled it back, but he is patiently putting up with your nerves, his eyes glued to the man on the stage as well.

“And the Academy Award for Best Actress goes to…” Chris starts with a charming smile, holding a short pause before he finally says the name. “Y/N Y/L/N for her role as Marie Davidson in Sinful Heaven!”

Your mouth hangs open, ears ringing as you process that your name was called. Everyone around you jumps up, including Harry, who is screaming just like when the nominations came out, while you are completely blank. It takes you a couple of moments to realize that you in fact just won your first Oscar and everyone is waiting for you to go and get your little statue.

“Baby! Baby you won!” Harry cheers as he helps you up from your seat and you throw yourself into his arms as reality sets in. “I fucking love you, Angel. Go and get your Oscar!” he laughs, pride all over his face as he urges you to walk up to the stage.

“Walk me up, please!” you stammer, not trusting yourself with walking in this fragile state. He offers his hand without a second thought, walking you to the stage where Chris is politely waiting for you to help you up on the stairs.

“Thank you,” you breathe out once you’re finally up on the stage, every set of eyes on you as Chris hands you the little statue.

“Congratulations,” he smiles as the two of you exchange two kisses on the cheeks before he steps aside and lets you give a speech.

You thought about writing a few words beforehand, but you figured if you end up being the winner you’d forget the whole thing, so there would be no use and that’s the case. Your mind is still blank as you look down at the award in your hands, the crowd still cheering on you, giving you a few extra moments to figure out what to say.

“I uhh—I don’t even know what to say, this feels like a dream,” you admit talking into the microphone, the clapping dying down so that everyone can hear your words. “I want to thank to everyone who worked on Sinful Heaven, because I wouldn’t be here without them. To my wonderful director and amazing costars, it’s been such a wonderful journey with you all. Thank you to my friends and family who were there with me from the very start, believing in me when I was losing faith in myself, thank you for never giving up on me. To my parents who I assume are now crying in front of the TV,” you add chuckling softly, imagining your mom and dad in tears as they listen to your words. “This is a wonderful sign to me that I am where I need to be and that I’m on the right path, so thank you for giving me even more motivation to keep me going on my way.”

Your eyes roam around all the guests until they fall on one proud man staring at you in his Gucci suit and pink dress shirt, his green eyes looking glossy as he listens to your words.

“And last but not least, thank you to one special person, because I’m convinced I wouldn’t be here tonight without him. I have one thing to tell you.” Forgetting about everyone in the theater you hold up the Oscar in your hand as you finish your speech: “Never have I ever loved someone like I love you.”

The crowd starts cheering again as you step away from the microphone and Chris is quick to jog up to you and help you down the stairs, Harry rushing back to take your hand once Chris lets go of it.

You catch him wipe a tear off his cheek as the two of you walk back to your seats hand in hand. Once you are settled, you take a deep breath and turn to Harry who is already looking at you, the same proud smile you saw from the stage still on his handsome face.

“I have never,” he tells you as his answer to the last line of your speech and you chuckle as your free hand finds the back of his neck, pulling him close. The lipstick on your lips long forgotten as you finally kiss him for the first time tonight.

“I have never either,” you whisper against his lips before kissing him again and again.

***

  Smiling around you wait for the audience to quiet down as you make yourself comfortable in the familiar armchair. It’s such a nostalgic feeling to sit here again.

“Y/N, it’s so nice to have you here again,” Ellen greets you once the clapping has stopped.

“Thank you for inviting me.”

“Of course. A lot has happened since the last time you were here, you won an Oscar just a few weeks ago, congratulations!”

The cheering starts again as a picture of you appears on the screen behind you, wearing your iconic pink gown, holding your Oscar in your hands.

“Thank you,” you shyly smile, still not entirely in peace with the fact that you are now an Oscar winning actress.

“Such a major thing, congrats.”

“Thank you, it is a huge thing, yes.”

“Do you already have a spot for the award? Does it have a designated place?”

“Well, for now it is in my study along with some more mementos, but I’m planning to have a little stand made in the living room,” you share your plans.

“Surely, I would want to show it off if I had an Oscar,” Ellen chuckles. “You have such a busy time behind you, have you been up to something new lately?”

“We finished filming the third season of The Umbrella Academy, so now I’m having a little break before I jump into anything new.”

“Sounds nice, you deserve all the relaxing. Anything planned while you’re on a break? A new book to read, or maybe a concert to go to?” she asks and you already know where this is heading.

“You know you can just ask if I’m planning to attend a Harry Styles concert,” you bluntly tell her, making the audience and Ellen laugh.

“Well, I was just asking around about your plans, but I’m happy you plan to visit Harry’s concert! It’s also good to know that the situation has changed since the last time you were here, you definitely have been to one of his concerts since then.”

“I have been, yes,” you admit smirking.

“And I assume the two of you are now very close, am I right?” she asks and suddenly a paparazzi photo of the two of you appears where you’re walking down the street hand in hand just a couple of weeks ago.

“You could say that,” you nod, biting into your bottom lip.

“Amazing, because he is going to join us now. Everyone, please welcome Harry Styles!” Ellen announces and turning around you spot Harry walking out from backstage, the audience screaming for him. He shyly waves around walking up to the center, greeting Ellen with a kiss on the cheek before he turns to you, pecking your lips shortly as he sits down next to you.

“Harry, so good to see you again,” Ellen smiles at him.

“Good t’ see you as well,” he nods.

“So, the last time you two were sitting here, you—it was the first time you ever met, right?”

“Right,” you nod with Harry.

“And now you are…” she gestures at the two of you, not finishing the sentence, but everyone knows what she meant by that.

“And now we are… not strangers anymore,” Harry says chuckling, making everyone in the studio laugh.

“Certainly,” Ellen nods. “Alright, I thought that we could play another game, just to bring back some nice memories,” she explains, reaching behind her armchair, grabbing the familiar board from her, flipping it in your hands with a nostalgic smile.

“Can we keep it PG rated though?” Harry asks, examining his board before looking up at Ellen.

“No,” she simply answers, reaching for her cards as the audience starts laughing. “Okay, you know how to play it, no need for explanation. Here is the first one: Never have I ever used my fame to get in somewhere.”

Ellen is quick to show the I HAVE side of her board and you slowly do the same while Harry thinks to himself.

“Oh come on, you surely have,” you elbow him playfully as he smirks in your way, holding up the same side as you and Ellen.

“We all have, it’s not a shame,” Ellen shrugs. “Next one. Never have I ever forgotten the name of someone right after they introduced themselves.”

Ellen holds up the I HAVE side and you do the same again while this time Harry flips it over to I HAVE NEVER confidently.

“Really?” Ellen asks him, surprised at his answer.

“I’m good with names,” he simply shrugs.

“That’s a good trait. Alright, let’s move on. Never have I ever punched someone in the face.”

It’s a sneaky and very shady statement. Just a few days after the incident with Levi, word got out that he was punched, a few blurry pictures floating around the internet of his bruise, then fans figured out it had to happen around the time Harry visited set and people were quick to put the picture together and assume that Harry was the one who hit Levi, but it was never confirmed.

Glancing at your boyfriend you are fighting your smile back, holding up the I HAVE NEVER side as he is looking back at you slyly, continuously flipping his board before it finally lands on I HAVE, the audience immediately rumbling at the partial confirmation and seemingly Ellen is also amazed by Harry’s honesty.

“Alright, interesting. Love that for you, Harry,” he comments making everyone laugh as you reach over and give Harry’s hand a squeeze. “Last one,” Ellen announces, reading the last statement from her cards. “Never have I ever fallen in love with someone I played never have I ever with.”

Ellen quickly shows her I HAVE NEVER side as you suck your lips into your mouth, glancing at Harry again. You share a look before you both slowly raise your boards, both reading the same sign on them: I HAVE.

[reidgraygubler]

going in blind (luke alvez/reader)

{image id: gif of luke alvez holding two long sleeved button ups, the one on the left is gray and the one on the right is blue. A german shepard is in the foreground. the caption reads “the blue or the grey? hmm?” end image id}

Title: Going In Blind

Request: No

Couple: Luke Alvez with Visually Impaired Reader

Category: Fluff

Content Warning: swearing (if any), mentions of service/guide animals, mentions of serving in the army, brief mentions of PTSD, blind/visually impared!reader, if I missed anything or something else needs to be tagged, please message me and I will fix that! 

Word Count: 2,885

Summary: Penelope sets Luke up on a blind date with one of her friends… What could possibly go wrong…?

Author’s Note: Welcome to day two of my 7 fics in 7 days event! We have more firsts with this piece of work. I tried my hardest to make this be screen reader-friendly, if this has any problems with that, please let me know. This also blocks off a square on my third (i know) bingo card. It’s for the blind date square on the @cmbingo​ card! Thank you all so much for the love and support!  Check out my masterlist!

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“Are you on tinder?” Penelope asked, looking over Luke’s shoulder. Luke was quick, jumping as he put his phone face down on his desk. 

“What? No!” He looked over at his friend and colleague. He swallowed roughly, knowing that there was no way out of this one. Penelope already had the tools to find the truth. There was really no use hiding that from a woman like Penelope. Even if she wasn’t one of the best hackers he knew, Penelope would have worked it out of him no matter what. 

“It looked like you were on tinder, Newbie,” she glared at him as she crossed her arms over her chest. Luke looked down at his phone for a brief moment, before looking up at his friend.

“He’s definitely doing something,” Spencer chimed in, looking away from his book. “He’s been picking up his phone and looking at it every other minute. That’s not an exaggeration,” he spoke looking back down at his book. Penelope looked back down at Luke with an excited smile. 

“Yes, fine, I was on Tinder. It’s been awhile since things ended with Lisa and I wanted to… put myself out there, as some would say,” Luke spoke as he gestured towards his phone, “and, tinder is a viable way of doing that,” he looked up at his friend and shrugged. 

“What if I set you up on a blind date?" Penelope smiled as she looked down at her co-worker. 

“I… I guess… you can do that," he replied, furrowing his eyebrows. He wasn't too sure what to expect from Penelope when it came to a blind date. 

“Oh sweetness! I know the perfect person!” Penelope clapped her hands together as she looked back at Luke. "I'll give them your number! And then you guys can plan a date or something!" she looked down at her friend with excitement. 

{***}

"Roxy, blue or gray?" Luke looked at the German Shepard that was sitting on his bed. Roxy tilted her head to the side as she looked at her owner. Luke groaned as he looked at his pet, tossing both the shirts to his bed. He looked at the two clothing items before picking up the navy blue shirt and holding it to his chest. 

“Blue might be best. Who doesn’t love blue?” he looked over at Roxxy with a smile before changing into the shirt. “Alright, Roxxy, wish me luck,” Luke whispered as he rubbed the dog’s head. With one last look at the animal, Luke left, hoping to make it there on time. 

Unfortunately for him, time was not on his side and traffic ended up being his new friend. And when he did finally make it to the restaurant, he was a few minutes late. He rushed to the table, hoping they’d still be there.

“So sorry I’m late, I was trying to pick what color of shirt to wear and then traffic was a nightmare on the way here,” Luke chuckled as he sat down at the table across from them. They smiled and nodded, folding their hands over the table.

“Oh, oh it’s okay, really. I was a little nervous myself,” they laughed as they lifted a hand to their chest as they spoke. Luke looked at them and smiled. He silently prayed that this date wouldn’t crash and burn like previous dates he had been on.

But, little did he know, they were doing the same thing. They couldn’t even count how many dates they had gone on that failed harder than a teen who didn’t study for a test. They went into this date expecting it to have a bad outcome.

“Which color did you pick?” they asked like it was no big deal, like maybe he already knew the biggest, most obvious fact about them. They would have assumed that Penelope told him.

“Well, I, uh, I wore the blue shirt… I wasn’t sure which color to wear,” Luke laughed, watching as they started playing with their hands. 

“So that’s what color it is,” they laughed lightly before blinking. The smile they had on their lips was very genuine. They were excited. Of course they were excited, someone was going on a date with them. And, so far so good, right?

Or, so they thought...

“I don’t… I don’t get it… Am I missing something,” Luke furrowed his eyebrows as he looked at them. They had their hands resting in their lap. As a certain nervousness took over, they began pulling at their fingers, popping each knuckle. 

“Did Penelope not tell you,” they nervously chuckled, blinking slowly as they shifted in their seat. 

“Tell me…? Tell me what?” 

“I’m blind,” they chuckled again. The silence that fell between both of them was tense. It was obvious that Luke had no clue that they were blind. Of course, they went into this blind date knowing whoever it was might not have known it was a literal blind date. It wouldn’t have been the first, or last, time Penelope left that detail out. 

“Oh… Oh… I’m… I’m so sorry,” Luke muttered as he shifted uncomfortably in his seat. They laughed and shook their head.

“It’s okay. Really, it’s fine. I knew Penelope probably didn’t tell you,” they chuckled lightly before shrugging.

“I don’t know why Penelope didn’t mention that you… you’re blind,” Luke laughed as he brought his glass to his lips. They laughed and shook their head.

“I honestly wouldn’t put it past her… Wouldn’t be the first time she’s done that to me,” they smiled, reaching their hand out to feel for their glass of water. “Well, I’m not totally blind. I can see shapes if they’re being backlit. So, like if someone was standing in front of the sun,” their smiled and nodded before bringing the glass to their lips. After taking a sip, they carefully placed the cup back on the table. “Does that make sense?” they cocked their head to the side.

“Yeah, yeah it makes sense,” Luke nodded as he looked at them, “So, I picked a pretty good spot then, huh?” he asked as he realized that he was facing away from the sun. 

“Well, I was the one who picked the spot, silly,” they couldn’t help but laugh. Luke felt somewhat comforted by their laughter, laughing lightly in return. “I knew the window seat would help me in that. It’s nice having the shape of my date,” they kept laughing. In their head that made sense, but thinking back about it now, they weren’t too sure if it made sense out loud. 

“How… How did you go blind? If you don’t mind me asking,” Luke asked, his voice soft as he spoke. He wasn’t too sure if it was insensitive to ask that, but he was genuinely curious. If he didn’t find out through them, he would have just asked Penelope. 

“Oh, uh, yeah you can ask,” they laughed again. Luke smiled, it was clear he really liked their laughter. Part of him was happy they couldn’t see how he looked at them. But the other part of him was upset that he couldn’t share the same things he saw with them. “I went blind when I was really young. I was like 5. If it wasn’t a million dollar word that you probably didn’t understand, I’d say it. But, I basically went blind because of an illness,” they smiled and nodded. 

“Wow, I… I can’t even imagine…” Luke started but let his words trail off. Of course, how would anyone ever imagine being blind at such a young age? But they’ve heard that from so many people, and not just people they went on dates with, but friends, nurses, strangers on the street, and even family. They didn’t let it bother them though. 

“Yeah, the number of times I’ve heard that,” they shrugged as they reached out for their glass of water again, “Trust me, it’s fine. I’ve been blind all my life, basically. I’m like a professional at it or something,” a small snicker came from them. 

“Do you have a service animal?” Luke asked, watching as they expertly placed their water back down. 

“His name is Pickles,” they smiled as they dropped their head down, “He’s a Labradoodle,” they felt happiness spread through their body as they talked more about their pet. Although, he was more than just a pet, than just a dog to them. Pickles was basically their best friend and family. 

“I bet your Pickles and my Roxxy would be great friends,” Luke enthused with a laugh. Their head jerked up as if they looked at him the second he mentioned having a dog. 

“Is Roxy a service animal?” they asked, resting their hands on the table. Luke smiled and nodded.

“Roxy helps with my PTSS…” he supplied a proper answer when he realized they didn’t see the nod. 

“Oh my goodness,” they whispered, a sudden anxiety grew in their stomach as they thought of what to say next. But, they didn’t really know what to say. 

“It’s all good now. Roxy’s my best friend. I’d be lost without her,” Luke swallowed roughly before nodding again.

“When did you serve? Where did you serve?” they asked, cocking their head to their shoulder. 

“Uh, several years ago now. I served as part of the 75th Rangers  in Iraq… with the U.S. Army,” his words got quiet as he spoke, but they were just loud enough for them to hear. They smiled and nodded.

“Thank you for your service, Luke,” the date whispered with a soft smile, “And now you work for the FBI."

“Yep! And now I work for the FBI,” Luke laughed and nodded, “Wouldn’t trade it for anything. My team is like my family,” 

“You know, that wouldn’t be the first time I’ve heard somebody say that. Penelope speaks so fondly of you,” his companion smiled as they ran their hand across the tablecloth. Their shoulders relaxed as they felt the fabric beneath their fingertips. “Well, she speaks fondly of everyone she knows, so I suppose it’s hard to judge that. But, she does talk about you and your team a lot. More often than anything else. Other than Sergio, of course,” they laughed, which in turn caused Luke to laugh. 

“You’re not wrong. She really does talk about everyone she meets like they’ve done no wrong,” he agreed with a soft laugh. 

“Which is impressive in her line of work, because of everything she sees. But I think that’s something Penelope and I have in common. I think too good of people. I think it would be too hard to work in the FBI, though,” they wrinkled their nose. “I’ve met some pretty shitty people but not serial killers… Not that bad,” they shrugged and dropped their shoulders. 

Thankfully the moment was saved when the waitress came up to the table and took Luke and his date’s order. Playing it safe, they got spaghetti with sauce and cheese. Where as Luke ordered steak with vegetables. 

“That sounds yummy. Hopefully it’s as good as it sounds,” they smiled and nodded. “Sorry I was intense about talking nice about other people. I don’t know. Working for the FBI sounds like it’d be cool, but very exhausting.” 

“It is… It can be mentally and emotionally draining,” Luke nodded as he leaned over the table, resting his elbows on the edge to keep himself up. “But, it makes up for itself… See people be reunited with their families… It’s worth it then,” he nodded as he thought about previous cases he worked on. 

“I’d never be able to do that,” they blinked before shaking their head, “I don’t know how Penelope does it,” 

“A lot of courage. She surprises me everyday,” he laughed. This time it was their turn to appreciate his laughter. Though they couldn’t exactly see his face, they could imagine what was in front of them. The happiness and love he had for a friend. Luke’s date loved that he loved his friends like they were family. 

“Anyways, enough about me and my work…” Luke cleared his throat as he watched his date rest their elbows on the table. “Tell me about you. Like, uh… What kind of music do you listen to?” he raised an eyebrow.

{***}{***}{***}

“You should have taken her seriously when she said blind date," Luke’s date chuckled lightly as the two of them walked down a cobblestone path. Their arm carefully rested on Luke's as they walked. Their other hand held their cane, tapping it across the ground in front of them. 

"I agree, wasn't expecting it to be a literal blind date," Luke returned the chuckle, "But I had fun," he added as he looked down at his date.

"I did too. I'm kinda glad Penelope didn't tell you I'm blind," they laughed nervously. Truth be told, they were scared Luke would have ditched them. It’s happened before, what's not stopping it from happening again? They couldn't count how many times it has happened.

Luke abruptly stopped in his tracks as he looked down at his date. It caught them off guard, forcing them to turn and face him.

"What? Why'd we stop? Did something happen?" As the grip they had on his arm softened a little bit, the grip on their cane tightened. A certain fear filled their body, not sure what was happening at the moment.

"You know…” Luke started, pausing for a moment to find his words. The date pulled their hand from Luke’s arm as they turned to face him more. “I would have come whether Penelope told me you were blind or not," he continued, lifting a hand and resting it on their shoulder. They jumped slightly, not expecting the friendly gesture. 

“I know… Well, actually, I don’t know. Because you wouldn’t be the first person to say that to me,” they swallowed roughly before dropping their head to the ground, “The number of failed dates I’ve gone on… Is a little embarrassing… And, the number of people who knew I was blind before the date and ditched… Is even worse,” they whispered as they stepped back away from Luke. Luke furrowed his eyebrows as he looked at his date. He couldn’t figure out why someone would ditch someone as cool as them. So what if they couldn’t see as well as others, or at all? They still deserved to be treated like a normal human. 

“You don’t deserve that,” he muttered as he stared at his date. They smiled and nodded, already knowing that. “And, frankly, this is the best date I’ve been on in a long time,” 

“I’m glad to hear that. It was a pretty good date for me too,” they smiled, as their hand returned to his arm. “Where are we anyways?” they took a deep breath and shuffled closer to his body. 

“Down the street from your apartment,” he replied, looking down the street. 

“Did Penelope give you my address?” they tilted their head up to him as they spoke. Luke’s date wouldn’t put it past Penelope, honestly. They expected it. 

“Yeah, she said I should pick you up. But you said you would take an Uber…” he replied with a nod, “When we left the restaurant, I parked a few blocks away from your apartment, so we could walk… And so this date wouldn’t end,” he laughed lightly. His date couldn’t stop the large smile growing on their lips, feeling their heart pitter-pattering quickly in their chest. 

“You really mean that,” they stopped tapping their cane across the ground as they began trusting Luke. 

“We'll have to do this again,” his date laughed as they turned to face Luke, “I had a lot of fun tonight,”  

“Of course I mean that. I told you...This is the best date I’ve been on in a while,” Luke laughed as he sensed their new level of trust in him.

“I wish this night didn’t have to end,” they said with a bubbly smile. Luke enjoyed the excitement of his date and hummed in agreement. Even though they both wished the night could keep going, the two walked in a comfortable and warm silence to their apartment.

“Yes! We will. Maybe we can walk Pickles and Roxy in the park,” Luke smiled as he looked down at them. 

And just as he got to the bottom step of the small staircase, he stopped for a brief moment before turning to his date. “I’ll see you later,” Luke smiled at them. 

“I won’t,” the blind date smiled as they rested their hand on the railing beside them. Luke froze when he realized his verbal mistake. His mouth opening slightly as he looked up at them with shock in his eyes.

“Aw man, I totally fudged that, didn’t I?” he pointed at the date before shoving his hands in his pockets. They laughed and shook their head.

“No, no, don’t worry. It’s fine. I thought it was funny. It happens all the time, actually,” them smiled and nodded, “I better let you go. It was nice meeting you, Luke,” they grasped their cane with both their hands as they turned to face him more.

“I’ll definitely call you,” 

“I’ll definitely text you,” the date grinned before turning and entering their apartment. 

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[becomingbts]

Medication

Pairing: Seokjin x Reader

Type: angst, fluff

Warning(s): mention of ADHD - basically around the topic of ADHD medication

words count: 1.1k

Note: I basically needed this out of my chest. I had the characters of “24 missed calls” in mind for this one (though it’s written with “you”, this time), so I guess it could kind of be considered as a one shot of this universe if you read it, but it holds no information about the story so it can be read as a stand alone as well. I hope you’ll enjoy it if you read it. Take care everyone, I love you a lot. Stay healthy,

Dolly.

“Honey?” Seokjin is unsure; should he ask you about what is going inside your head? He knows that he has to, he just saw your eyes losing their colors for a second. He is sure of it, and he hates to see you in such a state.

“Yeah?” Even your answer sounds painful. What could he do to make you feel better? You seem to be in one of your moments when you just space out for an hour and come back a bit lethargic afterward. He wishes he could do something to support you in those moments, but the sad truth is that he rarely can. 

“What’s going on? You’ve been… Quiet this afternoon.” Seokjin hopes that his words don’t wound you because it’s the last thing he wants. He tries his best to understand the clues you often leave behind you in the atmosphere, but sometimes, even if he tries his hardest, it’s not enough for him to understand. He knows you never blame him for that; you often remind him that he isn’t supposed to read your thoughts when you have trouble talking, yet he cannot help but feel utterly incompetent. 

“I just,” you seem to consider your answer, ponder over your words and Seokjin doesn’t know if it makes him proud of you for trying so hard when you’re obviously not in a talkative mood, or if it makes him worried about what you might tell him, “you know I recently started taking my new medication, right?” The hint of anger in your voice is not lost on him, so he does not interrupt you, merely nodding at your question while he watches you gulp, uneasy. 

“I feel like it’s actually working… for once,” he doesn’t comment on the bitterness of your words; Seokjin knows that you have been struggling for a long time. Medication for ADHD has always been a delicate subject for you. You’ve desperately wanted them to work. 

“I’m really happy for you that they are, honey.” He smiles softly and you cannot help but return his smile despite the turmoil raging inside your heart. Seokjin sees through it, you both know it, but it’s his way of telling you that you’re not alone. You’ve never been alone in this ever since you met him, and this is something you’ll forever be grateful for. 

“I had this kind of realization when I was diagnosed, like an eye-opening moment. Understanding what the hell was going on with me, not just people telling me that I needed to work on myself and go, you know? It never worked that way, and I didn’t know why until I finally did and it felt like everything suddenly made sense.” Seokjin sits next to you as he takes your hand into his and you don’t let go. 

You never did. 

“It’s funny because I thought I was angry at those people who dismissed everything I told them, everything I tried to explain,” he keeps on rubbing his thumb over your hand and it seems to ground you for a moment, “but I think I’ve never been angrier than I am today.” Seokjin blinks, waiting for you to explain because he isn’t sure that he sees what you mean. Yesterday, you told him you were relieved because of this new medication, so what changed so quickly? 

“Why?” 

“It’s just hitting me who I could have been, and who I could have become had I been diagnosed earlier in my life.” Your voice wavers for a second until you sigh, “Like, how many times did I spend feeling shitty about… About literally everything because I wasn’t given this fucking medication earlier? How much time did I lose just because? My life would have been so much easier, so funnier with this fucking medication, why? Why did it take so long for me to finally feel alright?” It’s heartbreaking to listen to your harsh and desperate words, but Seokjin acknowledges your pain and wraps you in his arms. He knows this is the only type of comfort that you want from him, right now, despite him wishing to do much more. 

“And I know, I know I am who I am and that all of those shitty experiences also made me who I am today, but fucking hell, why didn’t I get this opportunity before? So much time wasted and for what?” He has no answer for you because there is no good word he can think about to soothe your pain. You never asked him for advice, he knows it, and for once, he’s glad that you’d rather have him listen than talk. He’d try if you needed him to, but he fears he’d get angry like you rather than soothe you down because all he can think of right now is that this situation is fucking unfair. You have never deserved any of this pain that you have always been carrying on your shoulders.

“I’m happy that I’m getting better because I feel like I can finally be in control sometimes, you know? It’s dumb, but just a little thing makes me so excited. But at the same time, I just realize that it could have been this way for a long time and I just get so… So mad, it’s hard to explain.” You don’t cry, yet Seokjin does. He holds you as close as he can so that you can freely vent to him as much as you want to. 

He cannot do much but share your anger and your pain even if he’ll never pretend that he knows what you are going through. All he can do is being there for you and love you as much as he can; he knows it cannot miraculously cure all your problems, but he’ll be there for you whatever happens. When you fall asleep in his arms despite your anger and your pain, he holds you close as he lifts you and carries you in his arms until you both reach the bed. 

You don’t even flinch or move away; your arms are tightly wrapped around his neck, and he makes it his mission to keep you safe in his arms for a little longer. It’s always hard to see your loved ones in pain, and Seokjin knows it well. The tears are always hard to keep at bay when he sees you like that. 

He can only hope that you'll be healing soon because this is only the beginning of a new journey.

[beomglocks]

sk8ter boi ; c.bg

summary : he was a boy, she was a girl. can i make it anymore obvious?

pairing : skaterboy!beomgyu x reader

warnings & other : reader already has a child with yeonjun ok, beomgyu still pining after all these years, based off queen avril lavigne’s sk8ter boi song, listen while reading if you want 

w/c : 2.1K (i may have gotten carried away)

"where'd you get that note and roses from?" your friend maria asks you when you get into class. you wipe away your smile quickly, already knowing who the mystery person was. "i don't know."

yeah, of course you knew. how could you not when the boy oh so clumsily shoved them in your locker while you were literally turning the corner. he tried to act like he wasn't doing anything but he was clearly caught. he tried to play it off in the best way possible and smooth talk his way into a conversation with you but you shut him down due to the bell ringing.

"oh- oh ok sure...yeah," beomgyu stumbled over his words, nervousness eating away at him with you being here. "yo gyu you coming? i just finished fixing my drum kit," his friend, jeongin, calls him over, interrupting your already over conversation.

"you should go...but thanks for whatever you just threw in my locker," you laugh. he nods hesitantly, rubbing the back of his head with his hand. "dude," jeongin now stands in your vicinity. he looks at you and beomgyu before pulling away his best friend to where the spare band room was.

"well open the letter, we wanna know who your little secret admirer is," maria says, leaning onto your desk. your other friends agree, eager to know who was pining over you. you laugh nervously before opening it. you're not sure how they'll react to finding out that it's beomgyu.

you see, you wouldn't exactly call yourself the prettiest girl in the school but hell it sure was close. almost everyone would compliment you every day even if it was something minor like a change in your nail color. you kind of prided yourself in that, not to gas yourself up or anything.

someone like beomgyu...well. he wasn't exactly the ideal guy, to put it simply. he was a skater boy, he hung out with the "simple boys" who skated and did music and hung out around the skate parks after school. he wasn't the scholar type like soobin or the athlete type like yeonjun, he was simple.

you liked simple but your friends didn't. they had preferences for people like soobin and yeonjun, not people like beomgyu. you could probably guess they felt like beomgyu was the bottom of the barrel, like a roach on their foot not worthy of their time.

you pull the letter out of the envelope. for some reason without even trying, you could smell his cologne all over it. you want to smile at the obvious try hard gesture but your friends don't allow it. "what the fuck is that smell, it's so strong," maria gags. you roll your eyes at her dramatics. "it doesn't smell that bad."

"yes the fuck it does," she retorts. "just see what it says." you read over the letter, smiling at certain parts where you could tell he'd done his research on the things you liked. "it's from beomgyu," you say when you finish the letter. you already knew this anyway but maria's eyes go wide and she suddenly snatches the letter from your grasp. "hey!"

"CHOI beomgyu?" she asks while she reads the letter herself. "yeah?" you confirm.

your other friends mumble amongst themselves and you can hear some snicker. "y/n you could do so much better. beomgyu is like a street rat or something. don't do that to yourself," she laughs like it's the funniest thing she's ever said. you don't think beomgyu's that bad but you also don't stand up for him, simply biting your lip as she continues.

"he barely comes to school and when he does all he does is sleep. he skates with those other weirdos and thinks he's gonna make it big with his shitty guitar playing- i mean have you heard him?" she rolls her eyes, throwing the letter back on your desk. "you should go out with yeonjun, i think yall would be a cute couple. the prettiest girl with the coolest guy, your babies would be so damn cute."

"babies?!" you laugh at her ridiculousness. "yes! have you seen choi yeonjun?" she sighs in content. "anyways, don't pay beomgyu any mind because he's not gonna make it in life. go for someone like yeonjun and please for the love of god throw that letter away!"

you never did throw the letter away. you sigh as you think back to your high school years. you had just found it hidden behind one of the closet drawers while you were looking for valkyrie's binkie. she was crying so much since her father had gone out for the day and you were stuck taking care of her, as always.

you wonder how beomgyu was doing. you both talked after the fact but fell off during college since he had gone off to do his own thing. you didn't know what that thing was but you were proud of him nonetheless. you finished high school, went to college, got a good paying job, and were now married with a kid. all at the young age of 21. the typical life, you figure.

you're snapped out of your thoughts when you hear your child crying in the next room. "shit," you mumble to yourself. you leave the letter in your drawer and head back to the living room with the binkie. "valkyrie~" you sing song.

she continues crying, not giving a fuck about your efforts to calm her. she was usually a bit of a daddy's girl. "val please stop crying," you exasperate. "daddy's not coming home until late today. cut me some slack babygirl."

you slip the binkie into her mouth but her shrill cries go right through it. "let me go see if you need a diaper change," you mutter.

before you can even get up from the couch you hear your phone ring from somewhere in the couch. "shit where did i put my phone?" you put valkyrie down to look for your phone but it stops ringing before you can begin searching. you wait for it to ring again you find it between the cracks of the couch.

"oh hey mari," you say in confusion. after high school ended, you and maria kind of fell off along with all your other popular friends. you still had that clout all throughout college given who you were dating but you kind of strayed away from her. you guys were still on speaking terms though but this call was odd since it had been months since the last time she called.

"GIRL-" she pauses for a moment, still as dramatic as ever. "what it is mari? val won't stop crying she needs attention," you sigh, looking over at your daughter. her cries had gotten softer but she was still grumpy about not being with her father.

"girl turn on your tv to MTV right now- like right now before you miss it!" she says hurriedly. "this better be good you know i dont watch those shows," you say into the phone. you place the phone between your ear and shoulder so you can hold valkyrie while watching whatever it was that maria wanted you to watch.

then you see it. "is that-?" you begin. "CHOI beomgyu! yes girl!" maria finishes your sentence. she's right. there he is, the boy you were just thinking about was on your tv screen. "he's famous?" you ask.

maria sucks her teeth, "apparently after high school and like a year or two of college, he dropped out to pursue a music career and i guess it worked out for him." you nod even though she can't see you. "he signed with a label and now he's in like some super fucking famous band, look at him," she continues.

you stare at your tv screen in silence, watching beomgyu have the time of his life on the MTV stage. he really did get good on his guitar. the camera pans to the drummer and your eyes go wide when you see jeongin. wow, they really stayed together this whole time.

"he's fine as hell," you admit. you hear maria cackle on the other side, "you said it, he looks so attractive playing guitar like that, look at his fingers."

"ok alright maria, i have a child right next to me," you say. she laughs again, "anyways, i got tickets to their next show. you wanna come with?"

you're not sure how you managed to convince yeonjun to stay home with the baby while you went out with maria to this concert, but you did it. he was skeptical of letting you go out with what you were wearing which is why you both argued before you eventually stormed out to go anyways.

when you met up with maria outside the venue she looked up and down with a knowing smile. "i thought that pussy belonged to mr. choi yeonjun? what're you all dressed up for?"

"dressed up?" all you were wearing was a black and white bandana for a top and tight leather pants and comfortable shoes. "do the pants really have to hug your ass like that though?" she jokingly slaps your butt and you glare at her. "that's what yeonjun said," you mumble to yourself.

the concert goes smoothly and you're glad you actually got to see beomgyu in person and playing guitar. one thing about choi beomgyu is that he will play guitar like it's his last day on earth. he plays with so much intensity that you almost feel bad for the guitar.

you could almost feel how the crowd's energy in this packed room transferred to the members. if it was even possible, they started to play with more vigor.

at some point, beomgyu was full on immersed in his own playing. his once fluffy hair was now soaked with sweat and covering his forehead and eyes. he kept headbanging along to the beat while skillfully moving his fingers along the strings of the guitar.

during the middle of one of their songs, beomgyu took the center stage for his guitar solo. it was a fast paced riff that just seemed to give the song more life. his head is down so that it's solely focused on the guitar but once he finished the hardest part of the riff he looked up smugly. the crowd went absolutely mad when beomgyu bit his lip during the rest of his solo.

you had to admit the boy had stage presence, you practically almost re-fell in love with him.

after the show, you and maria went to get refreshments at the nearby bar. beomgyu seemed to already be there talking to one of his members so you took this opportunity to speak with him. you wonder if he'll remember you after all these years but you take your chances.

"beomgyu!" you shout over the music that's playing in the background. he whips his head around to the sound of his name being called and smiles lightly when he sees you. when you get to him, he subtly looks you up and down, taking in your body and attire. "y/n is that you?" he says, his voice laced with something teasing.

"you remember me?" you ask him with a smile. "how could i forget a face like yours," he smiles, leaning back. you laugh and he smiles. "i just saw you on stage, i never thought you'd become this huge! congrats!"

he nods, "yeah, i always wanted to make it big you know." he trails off, looking over you again like he's entranced somehow. "so how's life? you still with-"

"yeonjun...yeah we um- we have a kid...now," you finish nervously. did he really have to bring yeonjun up right now. "a kid?" he says, surprised. "let me see."

you show him a selfie of you and valkyrie that you took at a time when she wasn't completely hating your existence and wanting to cuddle her father instead of you. he laughs and leans back once again, "she's cute like you, she definitely got her mom's features."

"yeah and she's got her dad's attitude," you say, mostly to yourself but beomgyu catches it. "oh yeah! i wanted to say, i really like that one song you played, uh- fairy?"

"fairy of shampoo? yeah we added our own little rock twist to it," he says. "you know the lyrics are actually about y-" your phone cuts him off and you apologize, turning away to answer it. "what is it yeonjun"

beomgyu sighs in frustration when he hears you say that. when you finish talking you turn back to him and he has his eyebrow raised in question. "looks like my fun is over," you laugh dryly. he nods in understanding, "before you go though, let me get your number so we can catch up sometime."

you agree, not wanting to pass up the chance to reconnect with your now famous friend.

"maybe we'll see each other around gyu," you smile, beginning to walk away.

he smiles at the old nickname, waving you off, "i sure hope so."

[in3ptbean]

Okay so you totally don’t have to do this if you don’t want to but I saw the Sinclair sister reader and I was wondering if you could make one where she’s younger? Around 10-14ish? Maybe they got custody of her? I know it doesn’t match with the story line that well but how would the boys handle their “job” and a little little sister. Would she be in the family business? Would she be kept out of it? Would they take care of her? Thank you for reading this 😊

 "In absentia lucis, Tenebrae vincunt."

"In the absence of light, darkness prevails."

Sinclair brothers x Young Sister! Reader

Warnings: nothing much. A bit of angst, some cursing, nothing you guys haven't seen before in my blog

I know it doesn't make sense with the timeline, but for the sake of this request(because I fricken love it), the age is set at 10.

Masterlist  

(Not My Gif)

Although young, and much to Vincent’s disliking, Bo gave you a prominent role when Tourist would come wandering through. Of course, your older brother would never put you in harms way and made sure you were alright after dealing with the Project may have become to wild for you. 

You’d give him your best smile and say you were ‘peachy’  when asked. Surely he had assumed you knew nothing about what was going on, he was absolutely sure of it; but oh, how wrong he was. 

The moment they had gained your custody, you immediately noticed how quiet the town had become; no cars on the roads, no children playing through the streets and certainly no adults milling about. Those that were present when you had arrived had mysteriously disappeared.  

You had to give it to them. They did try their hardest to make sure you were in the blue about what they were up to, and it worked to a certain degree, until one of the protects managed to get out of he basement. 

You had been sitting in the kitchen, happily munching away on a sandwich you had made yourself(it was literally just jam and marshmallow fluff on bread), when the door to the kitchen was kicked in and wax covered man stumbled through. You screamed, mainly because you had assumed that the wax statues Vincent works so hard on had come to life and not because the man was covering in cracking wax and blood. 

You can bet your ass that in a heartbeat, both Vincent and Bo were in the kitchen, watching as the man begged you to keep quiet so that you ‘BOTH’ could live; That just pissed Bo off. Surely the shotgun shell to the chest should have been enough to immobilize or even kill the bastard, but no... 

Needless to say, you got yo see Bo’s true colors that night while he was berating Vincent. You doubted he had seen you standing by the fridge because believe me, he wouldn’t even start the shit show if he knew you were present. The colored he had matted over started to bleed out when you watched him shove Vincent, his fifth bottle off beer nearly empty. The few weeks you had stayed with them made you feel as though you had never left, but Bo’s aggressive and draconian nature quickly wiped that away. 

“What do you think would happen if she got hurt, Vincent?!” Bo yelled, whipping around to glare at his masked brother. “What the hell would we do?!” When Bo took that threatening step forward, the fear that once enveloped you was wash away by a new found courage as you shoved Bo with all your might. 

He topped over,  crashing into one of the chairs before glaring at you, not realizing it was you.

“Don’t touch him!” You cried out, clinging to Vincent, who was more scared for you than for himself. Bo suddenly realized it was you, his little sister, that had stood up to him. Imagine that.

A little 10 year old pipsqueak standing against the Giant behemoth that was Beauregard Sinclair.  

Bo left without another word, leaving you to cling to Vincent as Lester stayed unaware of the incident that may have cost your life. 

Days turned to weeks and then months. You didn’t understand why the town was fake; you had known about the sugar mill closing, but Bo’s obsession with fulfilling his mothers wishes made no sense to you; yet you still played on. 

Once in a while, when you’d climb the stairs to your room, you’d find small trinkets on your bed. A smile would rise to your lips and you’d soon find yourself in the company of Bo all afternoon. Ever since you stood up to him, he found himself hating what he had become in your eyes; your very own version of Trudy and Victor Sinclair, the very thing Bo never wanted to be. 

The guilt of that nights predicament would eat away at him, and he soon found himself worrying over you and his brothers. There were subtle changes,  like him smiling at you genuinely or even taking to a neighboring town a ew miles away. 

Those subtle things made you love your brothers more than your foster family. Sure they weren’t perfect, but they were your family; your own flesh and blood. 

Let me know what you think! I enjoyed this request, but was iffy on whether or not to make is a head-canon list or a one-shot.