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comatosebunny09 · 11 months

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insecurities | astarion a.

summary: “why don’t you like me?” he asks, his voice small amid the symphony of the forest dwellers. you choke on your spittle. how unlike your undead friend to sound so unsure of himself.

The night is quiet.

Most of your companions have retired to their tents. Tending to their weapons, reading, sleeping.

You’re left by the fire, snapping twigs to further kindle it. You smile quietly. The atmospheric pop and fizz bring you comfort as a summery breeze slides in.

You turn away in search of more wood when you hear a weighted sigh, followed by the thunk of the log behind you.

Seems someone’s decided to impede on your party of one.

You spin around to see your favorite vampire sitting opposite you on the log, his features accentuated by the fire. Astarion watches you with a pout on his lips and his brows knit together. You snort, wholly prepared for him to complain about something.

“What’s wrong, sunshine?” you query, squatting and poking around the campfire. “Our lodgings not to your liking? You break a nail? A rat crawl up into your ass?” Your eyes crinkle with mirth.

Astarion leans back on his hands, one leg crossed over the other. He stares at you with those petulant eyes, studying you for a beat. It’s unlike him to be so serious. Silence stretches between you for a moment longer before he asks, “Why don’t you like me?”

You nearly choke on your spittle. His brazenness floors you. Literally. You plop down on the ground, dusting off your hands, your expression bemused. “Excuse me?”

“Oh, come now.” He crosses his arms. Looks off to the side, face screwing up into a scowl. “You haven’t slept with me. You shrug off all my advances. Hells, it feels like you won’t even give me the time of day.”

Another snort. Your tone drips with sarcasm. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know I had to sleep with someone to show I cared.”

Astarion scoffs, waving a dismissive hand. “Bullshit. Have you seen me? I’m irresistible. The very definition of sex on legs, so I’ve been told. People would kill for a chance at me. And I would’ve bedded you a thousand times over, had you stopped playing hard to get.”

You sigh. Laugh a little disbelievingly, slowly standing. “Astarion—”

“I’m not your type, am I? Do you even have a type? It’s Halsin, isn’t it? That oaf of a druid.”

You caution a few steps around the fire towards him, your hands stretched out placatingly. You’re exasperated. “Astarion, look—”

“I don’t blame you. I would’ve bedded him, too.”

“Astarion!”

You’re in front of him now. Bent over, gathering his icy cheeks into your palms. He looks at you with confusion marring his features. You have his attention, nonetheless.

Your eyes gloss over with wetness. A forlorn smile rounds your lips. Your chest swells with emotion, and you tuck some errant curls behind Astarion’s ear.

“I thought we knew each other better than that.” You swallow before wetting your lips. You look down at the ground, inhaling deeply. Kneel before him, taking up his hands with all the gentleness of the world, your eyes shining with the threat of tears.

“You are more than your body, Astarion. More than some fling. More than a romp in the dirt. I wish you could see that. Sex is nice. Gods, it can be such an incredible thing. But I don’t need it to know I mean something to you. And I don’t need it to show you I adore you.”

Astarion blinks. For a moment, only the two of you exist in this world of chirping crickets and crackling fire. Tenderness flashes across his face before the vampire chuckles softly, patting your hands, squeezing them. His lashes flutter. He’s breathtaking.

“You adore me, do you?” Astarion purrs, his cockiness returning tenfold. “I am rather amazing, aren’t I?” He leans back again to have a look at his nails, radiating smugness.

You snort, standing and wiping your hands on your breeches. “You just had to muck it up, didn’t you?” You can’t help the quirk of your lips as you turn back to tend to the fire.

“Darling. Who would I be if I didn’t?”

“And to think, I was just about to kiss you.”

The indignant sound Astarion releases behind you makes your ribs blossom with pride.

Ah, well. Maybe next time.

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#astarion x reader #astarion x tav #astarion x you #astarion fluff #astarion drabble #astarion bg3 #astarion fanfic #my attempt at writing something less detailed #and more dialogue-driven #astarion romance #astarion x gn reader #astarion x gn!tav #astarion deserves all the love #tw: sex mention #tw: language

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earthtooz · 2 years

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fluff :p gn!reader, reader has a quirk, kissing cringe, not entirely proofread, lmk if there are other warnings

the first time that bakugou katsuki was teased by the students of class 1-a, midoriya was shocked to his core. baffled. taken aback. astounded.

so imagine his shock when the bakugou katsuki chases after someone, rather than the other way around.

oh, midoriya is floored because when they were in middle school, the explosive blond would (literally) blow up any love confessions he received, ruining the beautifully decorated cards, and crumpling any boxes of chocolates that people would gift him. his reputation around school with romance was not great, but that did not seem to deter people. he had a good quirk, good looks, and good grades, a big three of requirements for a love interest, apparently.

even though bakugou did not know how to interact with anyone rather than giving them the stink eye.

it got to the point that bakugou seemed to not have an ounce of compassion or romantic urge within him, too in love with the grind to adore another.

then, you came along.

beautiful, powerful, talented you. graceful with your quirk, competent in the field, and loved by your classmates, it seemed like you had bakugou charmed too.

midoriya noticed when the small things began happening, such as bakugou addressing you by your name rather than a ridiculous nickname, complimenting you- albeit gruffly, but nevertheless complimenting you, or even catching him looking at you during class. since you were seated across the room, it did not take a genius to know that bakugou was distracted from his studies, specifically because of you.

then, towards the end of first year, you officially become (dare i say) friends.

but the purely platonic vibe is never really there. you piss bakugou off to the point that he’s chasing you around campus, giggling at his empty threats as he catches you by the waist, holding you for a little too long.

bakugou takes the initiative to be as close to you as possible; always settling for the seat beside you on the couch, tugging you by your shirt towards him when he deems you’ve strayed too far away, and letting you be the taste-tester for his meals.

you take the time to talk him through his temper tantrums, calming him with ease despite performing a task that midoriya thought was impossible. you’re patient with bakugou, mindful to give him space whilst not treating him like a child that has been banned from the candy jar. you handle him at his worse, despite all the metaphorical explosives in your face.

bakugou works you through your struggles. your quirk is not cooperating with you? he offers you solutions. struggling with classwork? just ask bakugou and he’s telling you to sit your ass down so he can explain to you what is happening. although, unlike how he treats kirishima, he bides and explains everything to you civilly until you understand, even when you’re frustrated by your own shortcomings.

bakugou’s chasing after you and he’s running, sprinting as fast as his legs might allow.

he asks his friends for advice, they all come up with nothing worthy of you, and he was not going to confess to you like those pussy ass middle schoolers.

no, because where they looked at him like he was some sort of eye-candy; a prize to be won, he looks at you as if you’re his fucking limited edition all might card that he so desperately wanted signed. as materialistic as that sounds, that (stupidly cool) card is something he treasures, carefully laminated in a memory book where the card itself takes up a whole page of its own.

he too looks at you with soft gazes, and a desire to keep you with him as long as you’ll allow.

bakugou’s chasing after you and he’s using his explosions to increase his speed, wanting to close the distance in between.

but he skids to a halt one night. when the heart palpitations cease his rate completely, all the air is drained from his lungs, and the quivering of his limbs just stop, because you have just kissed him, on the balcony of his dorm, with the sun setting in the background.

he chases after you, knowing nothing but you, beautiful, powerful, talented you, as bakugou pulls you into a breathtaking kiss.

his heart is now revived, yearning for nothing but you, the air has returned for him to share with you the magnitude of his adorations, and his limbs are frantically holding onto your face.

he realises now that this chase has never been one-sided, and that you have been running to meet him in the middle after all this time.

midoriya is a little less shocked when he receives the news that you and bakugou katsuki are now dating.

#i had an idea #and i attempted!#somebody take bakugou blurbs away from me #bakugo x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugou x you #bakugo katsuki x reader #bakugo katuski x reader #mha x reader #bnha x reader #mha fluff #bnha fluff #bakugou fluff #bakugo fluff #bakugou imagine #bakugo imagine #my hero academia x reader #boku no hero academia x reader

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heeliopheelia · 1 year

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"keep kissing me like that and i'll marry you" (heeseung x reader)

genre: fluff word count: 0.5k requested by @venividibitchin ♡

warnings: swearing, kissing

a/n: i'm writing way too many kissing hee fics lately, is it just me or are they getting repetitive 😭 but whatever, it's actually my favorite dribble i've written so far!! since we can't have hee getting too many fluffy drabbles, tonight imma probably drop an angsty one for a change!! hope you like this one guys too <3

You've always thought that sleepy Heeseung was the most adorable being on the entire planet earth.

The way that his eyes blink heavily, his dark eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks softly. The slow rising of his chest and the occasional snores that slip out whenever he catches himself drifting away despite his will. The way his head lulls to the side and lands on your shoulder when he finally gives up and allows himself to fall asleep.

In conclusion, you love every single fucking thing about sleepy Heeseung.

That's exactly why you can't resist yourself from assaulting your boyfriend's face as he rests peacefully in the crook of your shoulder, warm breath tickling your neck. Slightly pulling away from him, you start with a small smooch to his cheek, following with a trail of pecks down to his chin. As a soft grunt leaves his throat, you take that as a permission to go all in and start peppering his entire face with kisses.

Now, more awake than not, Heeseung lazily pulls you on his lap and leans his head back, wholeheartedly enjoying being on the receiving side of your affection. You don't stop moving your lips across his drowsy features, lips grazing all the way from the tip of his ear to his sharp jawline.

After teasing him by only kissing the corners of his mouth, you finally press your lips to his fully, relishing in the muffled sigh he lets out. You slowly drag the kiss out, moving sloppily as your fingers play with the hair on the back of his head.

Heeseung hums lowly. "Keep kissing me like that and I'll marry you," he blurts out into your lips, hands kneading your thighs absentmindedly.

Feeling your heart halting in your chest, you pull away slowly, not sure whether you should actually take his words into consideration or it's just the tiredness speaking through him right now. You look into his eyes, only to find his unwavering gaze already set on you.

"Wait, are you serious?" You ask, hands moving to brace on his shoulders.

He only chuckles softly, nuzzling your cheek before finding your lips again. "Yeah, dead serious. Would you want that too?"

You feel the hot rush of adoration for your boyfriend running through your veins and before you can even process the situation soberly, you're nodding your head happily. "Yeah. Very much."

A wide smile stretches Heeseung's lips. "Then it's settled. We're getting married tomorrow."

You snort, pinching his ear gently. "Where? In a fucking Elvis chapel?"

"For all I care, it could even be this godawful Chinese restaurant we went to last week. Now that you agreed, I just wanna wife you up already."

You can't help but giggle out of the buzzing giddiness inside of you, wrapping your arms around his neck as you bury your face in his chest. "Alright, yeah. Okay," you stumble out.

"Okay?" He repeats after you, making sure he's not lovesick enough for his delusional mind to just imagine you saying that.

But when your hands squeeze his t-shirt tightly, he knows he wasn't just dreaming it all and you're right here actually accepting his bizarre proposal.

"Okay."

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#it's nearing 3am rn in here someone take my phone away #i should probably stop bitching about my sleeping schedule when i actually make no attempt to fix it 😴✋#carly's 1k event ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა #1k event: requests ✎#enhypen imagines #enhypen x reader #enhypen fluff #heeseung x reader #lee heeseung x reader #heeseung imagines #heeseung drabbles

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popponn · 10 months

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a boyfriend package. [itoshi rin x reader]

summary: itoshi rin is good at soccer. itoshi rin is not good at jokes and cheering up, but for you, he tries anyway. (aka, you are stressed and rin is there.)

notes: this fic had so much thought but the main is "if you have itoshi rin on your side you could probably do anything". to everyone at uni and school, good luck. warning: other than minor curses, none. fluff, reader's gender unspecified, post canon au, reader is a student struggling against exams & essays.

“You are not done yet?”

You, a student who had probably resembled a zombie more at this point, lift your head up from the materials you were supposed to finish within two days. There were certainly other problems you were facing, however, you had no strength to gaze at them at the moment. Instead, you landed your eyes on your boyfriend, leaning against the doorway of your room with two cups of store-bought coffee. Which was hilarious—Itoshi Rin, a solid football career, an aloof reputation which was very true, and no educational deadline because of said football career.

Wait—does Itoshi Rin even drink coffee?

Your brain couldn’t really remember that piece of information.

It could curse out your very lovely and handsome Rin out of envy though. You wished him a very slow internet connection until your freedom next week.

Hearing how the voices in your head had started complete nonsense, you shook your head and returned your focus back to the wall of letters that didn’t seem to have an end in front of you. It would be better for you to save your words and thoughts for this seemingly unending hurdle, instead of using it to say things about the very kind Rin who bought you coffee.

Though, you did remember what one of his friends posted on Finestagram yesterday. A picture of a bunch of guys having fun outside. A hand around his shoulder in an act of friendliness and a very clear time that was spent pleasantly. Without pressure too, on top of that. Fuck—you tried not to cry—you are so jealous of them.

“Hey, did you hear me?”

Oh, right.

You forgot to reply to him.

“Not yet,” you smiled bitterly, “there are still some more left.”

Which was an understatement. Around two thick piles of papers awaited you.

As it was, Rin didn’t even bat an eyelash at your response nor to the faraway look you gave to the tower of books on your desk. He, however, did put a cup of coffee right beside your left hand. On that cup, a smiling mascot with a peanut shape said something about enjoying your time. You didn’t know if the correct choice to that was to bawl or to laugh like a madman.

You were half-asleep after eight hours of cramming and your brain felt like it was burning. In the end, even a tear or a chuckle was a bit beyond your capability at this point.

“…hey,” Rin said again, flatly. A hand awkwardly placed itself on one of your shoulders.

“You sure say a lot of ‘hey’ today,” you noted, leaning your head, slotting it on his stomach. His muscles were hard, but the proximity did comfort you. “…what is it though?”

“…if I drive, and you say ‘stop, deer’,” Rin began awkwardly, out of nowhere with a voice that trembled slightly as if he was under an incredible weight, “I will say ‘yes honey’.”

You stopped breathing at what he just said. No matter how scattered your brain was, you immediately snapped him a bewildered look. You knew you were on the verge of insanity, but Rin—

“What.”

You had been dating him for two years and more and Rin—as much as you love him—is definitely not a joke guy. Did he got possessed? Was it because he drank coffee?

As you ransacked your brain for an answer, you watched an explosion of red on Rin’s face reaching his neck. As that hue stayed on his face, unbudging, Rin’s face turned sour and darkened as he muttered some violating insults that seemed to be directed at Bachira and Otoya.

You raised an eyebrow at that. “Rin. What? Huh?” you repeated, trying to grasp the situation. “Who put you into this?”

You knew you were risking your study in what could end up being a prologue to two murder cases, but that joke was bad enough that it restarted your brain. You would risk a 4-hour delay because honestly what could make Itoshi Rin joke—

Oh.

As the silence between Rin and you stretched, you realized how he seemed to lose the courage to see you in the eye. A red face that was as bashful as it looked like a face belonging to a terrible stomachache patient, yet the comforting pressure Rin gave to your shoulder as he rubbed his thumb—suddenly, it was as clear as day.

This fine dumbass of yours was trying to cheer you up, it seemed.

You laughed out loud at that—perhaps a bit too high-pitched with too much wheezing. However, imagining Rin taking a page from his friends’ books—fuck you hate those words so much still right now but yet—just to cheer you up, it is adorable. And, Rin seemed to accept your ugly chortles as his eyes finally moved to you again.

“Did—” you wheezed again, your whole body still shaking as you pressed your chin to his hip. The smell of Rin’s detergent was your preferred fragrance, widening your smile even more, “—did Bachira and Otoya put you into this? Is that why you cussed them out?”

“Don’t come up with your own conclusion,” Rin scolded with a tone that spelled out relief and fondness.

“Then, what is it? Tell me—you just made a joke. A pun. That’s something,” you teased. In the back of your mind, a heavy static was still present, yet you really couldn’t mind their presence with Rin beside you like this.

Rin grunted and messed up your head, looking down at you with a look that was certainly too soft for his cold & cool guy brand. “Shut up. That’s none of your business.”

“Aw, come on! Tell me!” you protested. Rin shook you off as you started to try and pull his cheeks with your grubby hands. Walking away, he pulled a stool that he had left behind in your room after his tenth visit to your house many months ago.

“No,” Rin said curtly, leaving no room for protest as he tapped your laptop screen lightly. “Now get back to studying.”

At the reminder, it was your turn to wear a sour glum on your face. “Ugh.”

He glared half-heartedly at you. Bumping a knee against your chair slightly. “Don’t fucking say ‘ugh’.”

“But…” you wanted to say that you still wanted to tease him a bit more. You wanted to just do something with him a bit longer. Returning to the passage of curses meant that you couldn’t do that.

Rin looked at you for a moment. You couldn’t fathom what went through in his mind as you glanced at him. However, whatever it was, it pushed Rin to get his face closer to you.

Then, before you could even react to it, Rin pressed a light kiss on top of your forehead.

It was soundless in the way it was surprising. Your eyes were wide as Rin pulled away and returned to his previous position. This time, the red hue and his inability to look you in the eye returned. Looking towards anywhere but you, Rin perched his chin on top of his palm.

“Hurry up and study,” Rin ordered once again. “I will accompany you today, so stop whining.”

There was a prime chance for you to tease him about not practicing instead. Yet, for a solid 30 seconds, all your brain had become was a mush and an incoherent noise. Rin probably should take some responsibility and you should demand so—

Yet, you could only smile and return to your study. Hooking your ankle with one of Rin’s just so you could feel him close still.

“You owe me a kiss and a treat after this.”

“I bought you coffee already.”

“Oh, Rin—come on, I need motivation—”

“Fucking finish it first.”

Afterward, you pulled out a miracle by finishing everything within 3 hours and the rest was history.

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nonranghaes · 1 year

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“well? do you like it...?”

felix sits next to you, wired earbuds shared between the two of you (sometimes you think he only brings them out when you’re around--just for the proximity) as he smiles. his fingers entangle with your own easily, slotting into place like he’s the matching piece of your puzzle. he acts as if he hadn’t been mouthing along to the chorus (i need somebody who can love me at my worst/no, i’m not perfect, but i hope you see my worth...), voice barely above a whisper at other parts, but his enthusiasm is cuter than that fact.

“you know i always like your song suggestions,” you turn your face away from him, heat rushing to your cheeks. “i liked this one, too.”

“is that all?” his other hand grazes his neck for a moment. he’s checking his pulse. you know what he wants to say, those three little words unspoken but known between the two of you this early into your relationship.

and if you have to be the one to say them out loud, then you will. you squeeze his hand a little tighter. face still warm. “... i love you, too.”

his thumb traces along the back of your hand, and he slides a little closer. he says nothing, but the kiss he plants on your cheek says all he needs to say: thank you for loving me. i’ll say it soon.

#nonranghaes.thoughts #nonranghaes.skz #stray kids x reader #stray kids x you #stray kids fluff #stray kids imagines #felix fluff #felix x reader #lee felix x reader #felix x you #lee felix x you #he shared a song on bubble and it cheered me up so i wrote a lil. something.#just to remind myself that i can still write something #all my other attempts to write over the past few days have... failed tbh

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vitally-undead · 6 months

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Boops

Homelander x reader, gender neutral i think. i hope so. no use of y/n

Summary: Fluffy fic about booping homelander and him being confused about it because i can. besides i doubt he's ever gotten booped.

Homelander might be a tad out of character or maybe hes in character

literally inspired by the boop feature.

Homelander looked up at you from his position on your lap. Your attention was on the movie playing on the tv. He'd long forgotten about the movie instead choosing to watch you which he found miles more interesting then some stupid action flick. He nuzzled his face against your stomach causing you to look at him with a smile. You carded your fingers through his hair lightly scratching against his scalp while he smiled up at you. You began lightly scratching along the shaved sides of his hair, Homelander letting out a content hum as you do so.

"You're adorable." You say with a grin. "Adorable? Seriously?" He questioned though with a smile preening at the attention. "Very." You affirm before lightly tapping the tip of his nose while you said boop. "Boop?" He echoed a mildly confused look on his face. You nod lightly speaking as you trail your finger down the slope of his nose before tapping again the movie forgotten as you admire him. "Yep, you're just so adorable i just had to boop ya." You ran your hand through his hair again. "It's like a sign of affection, when you like someone or find them cute." You further explained noting his still present look of confusion.

"So.. You 'booped' me.. because it's a sign of affection?" Homelander questioned raising his hands and putting air quotes around the word booped causing you to laugh quietly. You nodded as Homelander raised his hand again tapping your nose with the pad of his finger with a smile. You smiled as he proceeded to trail his finger down following the curve of your lip to which you playfully nipped at. "I love you." You said quite happily, scratching his scalp lightly. "I love you too." He returned still a bit surprised that you did. He laid his hand back across his stomach, seeming content. For now at least, you think fondly before looking back to the movie.

i suck at endings, always have, probably always will

anyways enjoy

@mommy-mortis

@blindmagdalena

#homelander x reader #homelander x you #ayyyy look i did it #enjoy my attempt #homelander fluff

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roxirinart · 7 months

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Initiate

#style attempt 2 #look idk what to say but I'm not sorry #I haven't felt inspired to draw in a long time and then these stupid gay cultists came along #my art #cotl lamb #cotl #cotl fanart #cotl narinder #cotl narilamb #narilamb #narinder x lamb #also I still think lamb looks weird with a nose #but they look weirder without one if Nari has one #also also I couldn't live with myself if I didn't give Nari SOME fluff #I would have given him more of a fringe or smth but I like the slicked back look #he gets some neck fluff #as a treat #roxirincotl

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bythepen98 · 2 years

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N/ purely self-indulgent hhh, plus I always wanted to do something like this when I read a good fic. First attempt at making a webcomic.

Based on @rayshippouuchiha's ShikaNaru fic "The Brightest Flame (The Darkest Shadow)" :D

Rated: M

Tags: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Crack Treated Seriously, BAMF Uzumaki Naruto, Genderfluid Character, Yandere Shikamaru Nara, Smitten Shikamaru Nara, Naruto with Tsunade's Strength, Love At first Chakra Enhanced Strike,.... etc.

Chapters (so far): 2/?

Summary:

Shikamaru’s never felt chakra so vibrant and warm before.

The log that Naruto’s been punching shatters clean apart, reduced to little more than splinters under the devastating force of his chakra enhanced blow.

Shocked and more than a bit startled, Shikamaru wheezes loudly, the sound carrying across the clearing and causing Naruto to abruptly turn and look in his direction.

And in that single moment Shikamaru is lost.

[excerpt]

...because Shikamaru is a Nara to the core, is the strongest they've seen in generations, and the Nara have always been a clan of Shadows after all.

and what does the shadow crave more than the light?

Naruto, with his ocean blue eyes and his golden hair swaying in the breeze his attack had created, shines as bright as the sun itself.

And Shikamaru intends to have him.

(edit: forgot to add this)

..."so much for that quiet wife and two ordinary kids idea."

"Time for a new plan." Because, really, there's no way life with Naruto is going to be any form of quiet or normal.

....Shikamaru's entire life plan has to be thrown out the window and then redrawn from scratch.

Either way Shikamaru's not actually all that upset about his entire life being thrown into an abrupt upheaval.

After all, convincing Naruto to marry him as soon as possible will be well worth the effort.

Naruto's pretty sure this is the closest they've ever actually been to one another outside of the few times they've been paired up to spar in class.

"What're you doing after this?" Shikamaru asks, one hand coming out of his pocket to reach out and play idly with the dangling sleeve of Naruto's kimono.

"After training?" Naruto keeps one eye on Shikamaru's hand...

"More like for the rest of your life," Shikamaru says. "But sure, we can start with training."

Naruto blinks.

.....[Naruto's] not really sure what, exactly, is happening here but he thinks this might mean Shikamaru wants to be his friend now.

Ah my sweet summer child.

Not an exact play by play of what was written in the fic, only the gist I guess and the moment that rly stuck in my head and got me giggling in my pillow.

My love for the "oblivious pure(?) mc and their darker, possessive s/o" trope has struck again. Couldn't've stopped myself from finishing this even when sleep-deprived, which I currently am right now. Had fun challenging myself with this too and might attempt it again with a future chapter or other works depending on my schedule. I'm occupied with studying this month so making something time extensive like this won't happen for awhile yet.

Excitedly waiting for updates :D

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jinkicake · 2 years

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He Makes You Cry.

Lucifer, Mammon, Simeon x Reader

A/N: I’ve been wanting to write something like this for forever bc I love angst but.... don’t be fooled bc there is no angst w simeon (he’s too sweet and would never hurt you).... sorry!

WC - 2.9k >:-)

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((im sorry i had to put simeons first bc i love it and its my fav </3 like ignore luci and mammon lol))

Simeon

“This is for me?” You can’t help but gawk at the beautiful ring Simeon slipped onto your finger amidst your mini tea party. The thick diamond is decorated with a golden accent and even smaller jewels to accentuate the main stone. It’s unbelievably gorgeous and you start to doubt if your worth is enough to be wearing such a decadent piece.

“Only you can bring out the ring’s true beauty,” Simeon murmurs as his warm eyes run all over your shocked face, he makes it a point to memorize the expression. For too long, his eyes simply glance from one of your features to the other until he has you painted in his memory. “I do hope that you enjoy it, my love.”

You can’t wrap your head around what you must have done to deserve such a generous gift.

“Simeon,” His name is uttered from your lips in a gasp because moments later, you’re still in disbelief. “why?”

The angel cocks his head at your question, his smile faltering with a twitch of his lips before he plants a gentle look back on his face. He doesn’t understand.

“Why?” He repeats before glancing up at the crown model of the ceiling. The sunset of the afternoon decorates the room in a golden hue, a beautiful coating that makes you look even more angelic than before. Simeon doesn’t understand your confusion, don’t you see what he sees? “Because I love you.”

He wonders if that is enough of a reason, he hopes it is enough of a reason.

The angel carefully watches your expression morph into a frown as your lips press together tightly. You’re trying to prevent the tears that are pooling in your eyes but, try as you might, you fail. Simeon softly grimaces at your anguish, that is what your feeling must be, right? Did he go overboard with the gift? Do you hate it?

He thought you would love it.

“My light, what’s wrong?” He leans over the neatly set table and all of the cutlery placed to cup your cheek. You immediately lean into his warm palm and try to hide your face from him. The shaking of your head only serves to make Simeon even more nervous. “Talk to me.”

You cover your face with your hands, softly sobbing into your palms and Simeon can not hold back any longer. The angel gets up before moving to your side to kneel beside you. He grabs your wrist and then engulfs your hands in his own as he intently stares at you.

He looks and looks like he’ll be able to read what you’re feeling based on your expression. His heart hurts for you.

“I’m happy, Simeon,” You cry and gently pull one of your hands back to wipe your tears. The ring he gifted you catches the light of the setting sun and at the sight, more tears well up in your eyes. You can’t help but stare at the jewelry.

“Is it the ring?” Simeon whispers, he keeps his voice quiet as if speaking any louder will cause you to become even more upset. He’d hate to take the ring back. If you tried to return it, Simeon would not let you. The gift is yours, a special treasure of Simeon’s is now yours no matter if you fight it. The angel wants you to have it even if you don’t want it-

“I love it!” You gush and in a pitiful attempt to speak, only end up choking on your words.

Now, Simeon can see the adoration in your eyes and the way your face glows with certain happiness.

“You do?” He quietly questions back while tightening the grip he has on your hand, he gently squeezes your fingers between his own.

“I do! I do!”

He can only wish that your eager cheers were an answer to another question, one that he wishes to ask you forever and ever. The matter of whether or not you’ll have him.

Simeon is much too uncertain in himself to do that yet, but when the time comes, he’ll be sure to do it right.

“I’m glad you like it, it’s yours now,” With gentle hands, Simeon lifts your fingers up to his lips. He places a gentle kiss against each of your knuckles before turning your hand over to kiss the center of your palm. “your beauty outshines any diamond.”

You scoot to the edge of your seat before sinking out of the chair, you sit right next to where Simeon is kneeling and shyly look up at him. Despite your tears and swollen eyes, the angel still gasps at your beauty.

He rests his forehead against your own and watches your eyes flutter shut. Selfishly, he takes a picture in his mind and memorizes the soft curves of your face. When he’s done, he tilts his head and angles his lips to gently kiss you. The closed-mouth peck is innocent and remains so until the angel lets go of your hand to grip your shoulders.

His face tilts ever so slightly before you feel his tongue peek past his lips. You let Simeon kiss you and kiss you until he’s leaning you back against the floor and resting over the top of you. You let him steal the air out of your lungs and hold you incredibly close to his heart.

You allow the angel to coat you in his love, to pour all of his feelings into his touch while the heavy ring sits prettily on your finger.

It’s only natural to do since you love him after all.

Lucifer

“I told you not to touch those papers.” Lucifer’s anger is something that you’re just not used to (no matter how many times you’ve been at the blunt force of it). His current frustrations cause you to flinch and all too soon, your entire body begins to tremble under his booming voice. It’s as if your blood has run cold as you find yourself staring at the floor instead of his face. Try as you might, nothing can stop the bitter tears from appearing in the corners of your eyes. “Incompetent human.” His whisper is anything but quiet, you hear the snide comment clear as day, the tut of the nickname is nothing like his usual kind and gentle tone and is instead filled with endless irritation.

In all the times you have helped him with his work, Lucifer has never gotten upset with you like this. Especially not over a small, clumsy mistake you made while organizing his many documents.

His audacity nearly makes you scoff and any sadness that you feel is overcome with a wave of anger. You place the papers on his desk with firm palms before standing up from your seat. The loud screech of the chair against the hardwood floor forces Lucifer to look at you and only now, he can see the frustration welling in your eyes.

The pool of his reflection makes his heart hurt.

“Do it yourself then.” You snap and immediately head out of his office, slamming his door in the process. Such a petty act was an accident, his door is heavy and will always slam shut with brute force. You couldn’t find it in yourself to close the door gently, but, it’s not like he didn’t deserve it anyway.

In an attempt to lighten the load of wallowing in your own pity, you head straight for your bed and straight to sleep. You’re blessed with a blissful nap for a few moments (hours) before it all slips through your fingers.

“(Y/N), dinner,” Your doorknob rattles under Mammon’s strong fist and the noise (along with his voice), bitterly awakens you from your slumber. On their own accord, your eyes automatically narrow toward the intruding noise. You try to drown it out with your blanket over your head but, it doesn’t work.

The demon persistently toys with your door, annoying you with his presence. His scheme continues for a few minutes as you ignore him. You don’t give in and don’t reply at all, not even once. The silence that follows after he figures out you won’t open the door for him allows you to breathe a sigh of relief.

Relief doesn’t bless you for too long though.

A handful of minutes later, your door clicks softly as the lock of your doorknob becomes free. There’s only one demon that can actually unlock your door and the presence suddenly in your room nearly makes you suffocate. Out of habit, you curl in on yourself under your blanket to hide from him.

Lucifer’s gentle sigh and quiet footsteps are not nearly as loud as the rapid thumping of your heart. You can barely focus, not when the sounds fill your ears and not when your bed dips under a certain weight.

There are a few things that you can pick up. Lucifer has brought food with him and he places it on your table before sitting beside you. Right now, you can almost see the way Lucifer is sitting on the edge of your bed. You can’t fight the urge to simply check for too long.

Timidly, you peek your head out from your blanket and keep the duvet tucked just under your chin while you look at him. Just as you imagined in your mind, Lucifer has his back to you (posture incredibly straight) as he stares at your wall. His softened eyes run along all the photos you have hung up and take in all the memories you have created in the devildom. His perfect posture bends ever so slightly as he sighs once again and reaches his hand behind to cup your bicep.

“Eat, human,” He murmurs and glances back at you. You immediately hide from his stare as you switch to lay on your other side, your back now facing him. His previous insult still swims in your mind and you can feel your anger from before starting to resurface. The gentle touch of his thumb brushing circles into your skin works incredibly well to combat your heated frustrations. When it comes to calming you down, Lucifer knows exactly what to do.

The room basks in silence, coated in a thick unmovable tension until you can no longer hold back any petty remarks.

“I thought I was incompetent,” You sneer and clench your fist as persistent tears once again build up in your eyes.

“Oh,” Lucifer murmurs and gently squeezes your arm with his large palm. “(Y/N)-”

“An incompetent human.” His words spoken earlier feel sad and bitter on your tongue as you fist your thick blanket in your hands. You try not to acknowledge the tears on your cheeks but it’s hard to ignore the wet droplets as Lucifer’s thumb wipes each away.

You hate that Lucifer’s approval means so much to you, that his thought of you can shatter your own personal image.

“You are not incompetent,” Lucifer promises before pressing his lips against your forehead. His gentle touch only serves to make you even more upset. “I am so sorry, my dear.” The bed moves underneath you as Lucifer lays down beside you, his long limbs fitting awkwardly into the small space. He takes no time in wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his chest, ignoring how you push away at his wrists. “You’re my perfect assistant, capable of plenty enough. I spoke out of turn and I apologize.” Now in his arms, you bury your face in the crook of his neck and twist his thick jacket in your fingers. “Please forgive me,” Lucifer whispers against the crown of your head, holding you carefully as if you’re made of glass. He refuses to let go until he knows that you’re both okay again.

Mammon

“Go away.”

“Leave."

“I don’t care what you do anymore!”

“Goodbye, human.”

Despite Mammon’s harsh words, you know that he doesn’t mean it. Reading the avatar of greed has become second nature to you now and you know that he is nothing more than upset. When the demon becomes upset, he has no better way to deal with it than to pettily push you away while simultaneously begging for your attention.

“I’m sorry, Mammon,” You try apologizing again, staring at him pathetically while he ignores you to count the bills in his wallet. His room has never been more intimidating in your entire time spent in the devildom. “I’ll make it up to you-”

“No you won’t,” He bitterly murmurs and lets his face fall ever so slightly. How could you forget the plans that the two of you made? “I get it, I’m not important to you.” His show of dramatics hurts, even if you don’t think you have a right to be.

“Is that really what you think?” You quietly ask him, your voice no louder than a timid whisper as you stand frozen waiting for his answer.

“You ditched me! No, you didn’t even ditch me because you didn’t show up! Instead, you were busy with Lord Diavolo.” His disappointment makes you feel awful and terribly small as if you’re being pushed into a corner. “What did I expect?”

“I’m sorry,” Again, you whisper your apologies. Deep down, you know that you shouldn’t allow him to dump his anger out on you like this. There is no reason for the demon to spout such mean things but, you let him continue. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you’re eager to hear just how far he will go with the disrespect.

“Yeah, you should be.” Mammon ultimately sighs before stuffing his wallet into his pocket and standing up from the couch. He keeps his eyes glued to the ground, lips pressed together while thinking over his next words. “I just thought you were looking forward to our date as much as I was.”

He doesn’t do or say anything else as he leaves the room, he merely brushes past you and heads to his door.

Somehow, that simple action hurt more than his words ever could.

“He hates me,” You bawl your eyes out, pitifully gasping for air while holding one of Belphie’s pillows to your chest.

“No, Mammon doesn’t hate you.” Belphegor spits tiredly. He pushes his eye mask off his head before reaching over to pat your shoulder. “He might have been right to call you an idiot if you truly think that.” In their own way, Belphie’s words comfort you a bit and you stubbornly push your tears away with your sleeve. “The idiot just needs reassurance since he’s annoying but, you chose him.”

Belphie rolls his eyes at the thought of his older brother being the object of your affection. He doesn’t really care but, it’s tiring to hear the demon gloat about it all the time.

“Don’t worry too much about it.” He yawns, stretching his limbs for a few seconds before snuggling back into his blanket. “Let’s take a nap.

You don’t get much sleep despite Belphie’s suggestion, instead, you do the complete opposite as you sit and think. It’s one thing to have Mammon mad at you but, to be disappointed? His anger seems much more preferable in comparison because you know he would never get angry with you (since he does love you and all).

He does still love you, right?

In the face of confrontation, you usually run in the opposite direction with your tail between your legs. Why on earth are you now heading straight for the charming face of the secondborn?

You don’t even acknowledge Belphie’s lazy protests as you push his door open and head straight for Mammon’s room. You’re not even sure what you’re going to say to him, or what you want to say to him, as you shove your way into his secluded space.

At the intruding noise of your arrival, Mammon pops his head up from the couch. At the sight of you, his shoulders drop and he lets his gaze fade toward somewhere else. Seeing him stare at the floor is nothing new, but you hate that he won’t look you in the eye.

“I’m sorry for hurting you,” You try to keep your voice as level as you can but it’s impossible to do when it starts getting harder to breathe. Your throat has closed in and the pounding of your heart has become erratic, the room is now much hotter than before and you don’t even hear the sound of Mammon calling your name. All you can focus on are the tears on your cheeks and the thumping pain in your temple. “I didn’t mean to-”

Stress is always why you avoid confrontation but you just had to make sure he still loved you.

“Oi!” Mammon quickly pushes himself off of the couch and is in front of you in seconds. “Hey, hey,” He murmurs, grabbing your wrists in his hands. “stop cryin’. It’s okay.” His heart aches when you shake your head. “Yes, it is. It is.” There’s something gentle about his voice, how he coos and tries to hush your cries. “I’m so sorry, human, I didn’t mean for you to get upset.”

As smoothly as he can be, the demon wraps his arms around your shoulders and brings you into his chest.

“I’m not mad anymore, never really was, I was just scared.” He places his chin on the top of your head while his hands gently rub soothing circles against your back. Mammon hates to see you cry and hates to see you upset. “It’s just- I was just jealous and lonely!” His heart aches at your cries and he starts to think that he has deserved every punishment he has ever received in the past. The demon can only pray that his touch will be enough to comfort you, to make the hurt stop.

“Listen. I love you, human, don’t ever forget that.”

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Romancing the Princess of Hearts || Chapter 1: Same Old Feeling

Chapter 2 —>

Pairing: Bridget (Descendants) X Reader

Summary: Ever since you’ve been transferred to The Merlin Academy you’ve had a crush on the Princess of Wonderland herself, who you quickly became best friends with.

Of course, she doesn’t know and you weren’t brave enough to tell her either… but how much time could you keep such feelings to yourself?

Word count: 1856

Warnings: None, just straight up fluff!!! (Bc I live laugh love it)

You were walking around the courtyard of the Merlin Academy, accompanied by your two best friends Bridget and Ella, enjoying the day by chatting with them.

“Alright guys, I need to go now. I did promise that ‘charming’ guy that I was going to help him out with his homework.” Ella said reluctantly, rolling her eyes as if to emphasize her annoyance.

“If by ‘homework’ you mean subtly flirting with one another, then go ahead my dearest friend.” You teased and after seeing Ella’s face reddened you burst out laughing, Bridget joining in.

“We do not–”

“Don’t you dare keep him waiting, El! Go on now!” Bridget commented, waving her hand in a dismissive gesture while sporting a grin of her own, earning a glare from the blue haired.

“So, so, serious… what do you think Charming will say when he sees you like that?” You couldn’t help but annoy her once again. After all, her flustering (to comments about the guy she has absolutely zero feelings for) and a certain princess’s laugh were worth it.

“I’m so done with you two– you especially, Y/n.” Ella remarked, pointing a finger at you. “I’ll see you later!” She said, leaving both you and Bridget on your own.

You were about to make a retort, when you heard from your side that someone cleared their throat.

“So, Y/n, I’ve been wondering… Castlecoming is only a few days away, isn’t it amazing?!” Bridget exclaimed, her face brighting with happiness as a beaming smile broke onto her soft face.

“This will be my first time attending it since I’ve been transferred here, so I’m very curious to see it with my very own eyes.” You teased, to which Bridget blushed slightly. After all, both Bridget and Ella (Bridget mostly) have been talking nonstop about how wonderful and how big of an event this one was. “I still don’t have a date though.”

“Me neither.” Bridget declared with a small frown. “That makes me think however, would you… would you want to go with… me?” She asked, hopeful, though her expressive brown eyes were giving away her own nervousness.

“Are you serious, B?”

“I have never been more serious in my life!” She uttered out, and you couldn’t believe just how adorable she was being.

“Of course! I’d love to go with you!”

“Wonderful!” She said as she wrapped her arms around you in a tight hug, to which you of course returned. “If it means anything…” she pulled out, but still having you by arm’s length. “I–I have been wanting to ask you for quite some time now.”

“And… why’s that?” You asked, looking as her cheeks turned red once more, biting her lower lip.

“I…” Bridget stammered.

“You…?” You tried to get her to answer when suddenly, a distant voice hit your ears. You looked around yourself discreetly, noticing that it was just you and your best friend, surely it was a product of your imagination.

“I love you!” Bridget blurted out, shutting her eyes tightly as if to protect herself from the inevitable rejection that would be coming from you. Or so she thought.

“Y/n.” The voice spoke once more, this time, you could catch it was calling out to you.

You decided to ignore it however, because for sure you couldn’t believe that finally, finally it was happening. Bridget, the princess of Wonderland, who you had have a crush on since your firsts days in the Academy has just told you she loves you! You even thought she was very brave (more than you at least) in choosing to express her feelings.

Truly a dream come true.

Your hands found their ways to Bridget’s cheeks, cupping her dearly face gently. “Could you open your eyes for me, B?”

Reluctantly, Bridget opened them up, her own hands coming up to her face to be atop yours. “Yes…?”

“I… love you too, Bridget.” Your smile reached your ears, noticing the way her face lightened up, it gave you courage to continue. “I have been… for quite some time, actually.”

“Y/n?” That voice. Again. Although this time, you could recognize its sweet yet worrying tone. And wait, were you shaking?

No, you wouldn’t let anyone or anything take away what you have been waiting for as long as you have. Even if this ‘voice’ had a certain resemblance.

“Are you okay, cupcake?” Bridget asked in a worrisome way, lowering both your hands down, still holding them tightly.

“Cupcake?” You blushed at the sudden use of the nickname. Weird. You’ve never heard her call anyone anything like that.

“Perhaps I have the recipe to make you feel better.” She smiled shyly.

“Recipe?”

Bridget smiled once more, before slowly, almost carefully, leaning into you. Her eyes shutting down as the proximity between you kept closing in.

No way this was happening, no way! Bridget not only asked you to be her date to Castlecoming, but has also confessed her love for you and now she wanted to kiss you? In the same day? There’s no way you could be this lucky.

There’s no way this is real.

“Y/n!”

Your eyes opened up quickly, perhaps too quickly as now the brightness of the room hit you hard. The hands that were positioned on your shoulders letting go.

“Finally! Oh, are you alright? I’ve never seen you sleep so soundly!” A sweet-toned worriedly voice asked. Except, this was not any sweet-toned voice this was the voice.

“Bridget?!” Your brain finally was starting to wake up as you took a look around your surroundings in a still somewhat sleepy state and sure enough, you were in your room, in your bed and no one other than the Princess of Wonderland herself was hovering over you. But what was Bridget doing here? “W–What are you doing here? And how did you get in? You’ve seen me sleep before?!”

The pink voluminous haired girl’s cheeks reddened at your questions, before standing up to give you some space. “W–Well… we are supposed to go together to professor Merlin’s class, but you weren’t answering the door!” She defended herself with a pout. It was true though, since both you, her and Ella got to share this class together, you decided to just go together as a group. “I was worried sick about you!” She confessed, her words coming out of her mouth in a concerned manner.

But then again, why was Bridget alone waiting for you? If Ella wasn’t here could that mean that…

“Wait… are we… are we running late?!” You cried out, choosing to ignore, or rather said, save her last few words to dwell on another time.

── ⋆⋅ ♡ ⋅⋆ ──

After a few more minutes of you changing into whatever clothes you could find (though Bridget still called your outfit cute), you both finally set off to class.

And it just so happens that Bridget couldn’t keep her hands—or rather said arms to herself as she had to link it with yours. Not that it bothered you in any way, but rather that after growing a massive crush on her and having such a dream, it made you blush.

The classroom door slammed open.

“Oh, fantastic! I was beginning to think you were not going to show up Bridget, Y/n.” Professor Merlin said, turning around from whatever it was that he was doing, smiling kindly. Inevitably, this made you both the center of attention to the rest of the class.

Gods, why did teachers always have to call out their students like that?

An embarrassing blush made its way to your face yet again. What a way to start the day.

Looking to the side of the classroom you spotted Ella sitting with no one other than Prince Charming himself. You made a quick mental note to bother her about it once class ended.

“Good morning, professor!” Bridget greeted, her own cheeks slightly taking in color, quickly moving to the closest desk with you in tow.

“Alright class, now that we’re all here, we can continue on where we left off last week…” Professor Merlin continued on, talking about this certain potion that you really should have paid more attention to.

“Y/n, could you pass me the griffin claw, please? I’ve got to stir this up.” Bridget asked, pointing to it with a smile. Right, thankfully she was here.

You watched as she started to stir the ingredients in the cauldron, and you rapidly grabbed a flask to throw into the mix too.

You gave a quick glance to the girl at your side. “So… are you going to tell me how in the name of Merlin did you break into my room?” You questioned.

“I didn’t break into your room!” Bridget whispered-yelled, but upon seeing your smirk, she knew you weren’t mad at her for it. With a small smile, she looked down as she continued stirring the potion. “And as I already told you, you weren’t answering. I knocked three times even.”

“Hmm…” You squinted your eyes looking at her with a fake suspicion look. “And am I supposed to take that as an answer?”

“Why, of course!” She smiled widely in an innocent manner.

“Sure, sure, keep evading the question all you want but I will find out about it, princess.”

“It was for your own good. Oh! That makes me wonder, were you having a dream– or was it a nightmare? That’s why you couldn’t wake up, right? Were you having a sleep paralysis?!” Bridget rambled on, her face taking in a worried expression.

A sudden ‘shh!’ could be heard from the front as you both turned to look at Professor Merlin giving you a warning look. Or as ‘warning’ as he could, given that he wasn’t that much of a serious teacher and he knew you both were good students.

“What? No, Gods, no.” You laughed slightly at her implications. “Don’t worry about it, B. It was nothing like that.”

Bridget sighed, content to know that at least you weren’t in a bad situation. “So, it was a dream.” She summarized, glancing at your form from the corner of her eyes.

You stayed silent for a few seconds, debating on how much you were going to tell her, because surely you wouldn’t lie to her. Bridget took the opportunity to add a few more ingredients into the cauldron.

“Maybe.”

Is it considered a lie if you’re giving a half averting answer?

“Who’s evading the question now, hmm?” The pink haired smirked.

And Gods, how that smirk made your already fast beating heart want to get out of your ribcage and shout to the entire world how much you loved her.

If only.

Already lost in the beauty of your friend, you failed to notice how one pair of eyes seemed to be looking at you both, rolling her eyes at your– as she had properly phrased it– obvious love-struck staring.

And failed to notice your dear professor coming up.

“We’re done, professor!” Bridget said, loudly enough for you to take in your surroundings. You blinked a few times, looking at your professor with a smile of your own.

A/N: SOOO I wasn’t planning on watching the movie in the first place, but my fyp started flooding with Bridget edits and I fell in love and here we are! 👹👹 her and redcharming saved that movie frfr

I posted the first 2 chapters on ao3 with my user LostInCrushes and I thought why not post it here too? So here we are! I’ll post chapter 2 tomorrow to have it on my tumbrl as well and also I’m working on part 3 right now! Which will most likely be the longest chapter (for now at least) and that’s why it’s taking me the longest to set up SO I APOLOGIZE 😭😭

English is not my first language so feel free to correct any mistake or give me a piece of advice or criticism on my writing style!

Thank you so much for reading!!! 🩷🩷🩷

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