#we love the same show and want to enjoy our hobby

[johanna-swann]

"Buddie would add nothing to the story whether you ship them or not" I’ve never seen a comment so wrong & close-minded. Especially since you enjoyed Buck & Tommy. Buddie has had literal years of development & the entire point of Buck dating Tommy is for him to realize that he’s just a lame version of Eddie. If you’re mad they broke up then just say that but I just know you don’t even believe what you posted. & yes Buddie shippers do tag their posts, it’s your own fault for snooping around in the Buddie blog (don’t act dumb you know you do)

I have the Buddie tag blocked. If all of you were tagging your stuff, I wouldn't see it no matter where on tumblr I am. Dashboard, general tags, discourse tags - it would be blacked out for me either way because I blocked everything labeled "#buddie". It takes 30 seconds to go into, for example, the "911 spoilers" tag and find a handful of Buddie posts that aren't tagged, but speculate about when a fanon ship will go canon.

I'm not saying you personally aren't using the tags, I'm not saying you shouldn't enjoy your ship. Fandom is a hobby, it's supposed to be fun. But some of you don't give a shit about other fans and it shows.

I've done my part. I tag my Bucktommy stuff, I've already blocked the content I don't want to see (and like 100+ people who were trying to stir up trouble with other shippers on purpose).

The reason why I am asking you and other Buddie shippers to use the tagging system better is because I like most of you. Shocking, I know. I enjoy a friendly debate, we agree on a lot of things outside of which 911 male slash ship we prefer, I like hanging out with you guys. Well, not you personally, but a lot of Buddie shippers are actually nice people who don't leave anon hate in other people's inboxes.

As for the specific post you're referencing about Buddie being a good fanon ship, but not adding much to the show in canon, I think I explained my point pretty thoroughly in that post. I brought up what I like about Buddie, why it's such a comfort ship for a lot of people, what I liked about other ships and while I did mention Bucktommy it was very much not a Bucktommy endgame post. (I also love how you "quoted" a line from my post and it's not even a direct quote.)

You obviously feel different about Buddie than I do, we could've had a nice chat about that. I would've put the kettle on and brought out the biscuits. Instead you dropped into my inbox on anon to accuse me of what, spying on the Buddie tag? Having an opinion? Asking people to use the tagging system?

[kiddotarot]

What kind of love meant to find you in this life ?

Pile 1. Pile 2. Pile 3.

( we are all meant to find some kind of love in our life but love is not always not the same for everyone . Its always a way we learn something in our life and go for the ultimate self . Remember you are here to learn and grow so don't afraid to love someone and yourself)

PILE 1.

The love which is meant to find you is frivolity and cunning but not immature. It is something unexpected and feels like imposter To you in this life. Actually you know it from the deep down from your heart it makes you feel like a child but that familiarity is old. It may be an old love from past life or a connection which comes back in your life and be an endgame for you . But it has a level of maturity connected to your soul which has already passed childhood and become mature . you going to recognize it by your heart and soul but its still make you feel new adventurous something like you behave like a child when “you are comfortable with a person and they know you so take it easy the not going to judge you be fearless “. The practicality doesn't matter in this love. There is no leadership Role more like two innocent children totally in love and feeling like the high school sweetheart . It's going to be a total endgame for you. I see major transformation and starting a totally new life after leaving old once behind. But for now you need to focus on your current task and master it and you are not enjoying you work or job which is important to you to find or master your hobbies or life lessons which you need to learn and understand.

PILE 2.

The love which you are meant to find in this life can be a way to release your karmic or you are here to learn something in this lifetime through this love. Love can be a mystery for which makes you feel confused and there is not a good condition of feminine energy in this connection that may be less nurturing or trust. You are advised here to not become superstitious here and there is also a lack of planning or a figure which takes control of an unconventional type of love. But the tower reserved here tells me that you are going to learn freedom of body , emotionally and physically or in this life through this love with great cost. The devil in the last shows may be you understand that you are stuck in a love which is totally based on materialism or lust and now it's a sensational separation from understanding. i feel maybe you are in this relationship now or currently going through same situation it's a sign for you to understand that you need to leave things or relationship, connection behind who's don't have love or respect for you.

PILE 3.

The love which is meant for you in this lifetime comes after a hard time emotionally or mentally and you now are in great great grief and after that you meet the love of your life it's a new relationship or proposal for you a new Connection. And the type of love in which you are going to build your own world, you literally are going to manifest your new life with it may be marriage or a new beginning. The connection which means to find you or the love which is destined for you is going to develop a creativity inside you . Love is going to be a solid rock for you, you are going to become wise and very practical. Maybe you become more mature after it. This love connection is very inspiring. Maybe you pursue your studies or something which you want to do in your life and you start to turn your vision into reality. It's also something related to manifestation. You may try to manifest it now … go check you list. For now I see you are stuck because your wishes are not coming true or you are stuck somewhere in your life or having health problems currently because universe is testing you don't worry.

[ccsainzleclerc5516]

Toto’s Daughter (part 1)

Pairing: Lewis Hamilton x reader

Warnings: smut

Most would think that it is not easy to be Toto Wolff's daughter. But that was not your case. You weren't part of the Formula 1 world. You lived abroad far from the world your dad was in. Everyone knew that you existed, of course, but you did your best to make your life as private and peaceful as possible, away from the public eye. And you did it successfully.

When you were younger you often attended races, you traveled with your dad all over the world, you were surrounded by big names, but over time, as you got older, that world stopped being of interest to you. You found your hobbies, your interests and your life, which you enjoyed every day.

When Lewis Hamilton won his first Formula 1 championship, you were only 9 years old. He was not a stranger to you, you practically grew up around him. Your dad held him in high esteem and enjoyed working with him. Over time, for your dad, Lewis Hamilton was no longer just a "driver", he became part of your family. Your family and Lewis often hung out outside of work, going on vacations, family lunches, birthdays, celebrations and things like that.

You had a good relationship with him, he would always ask you something here and there, joke with you, ask you about school, the usual things that adults ask children. That’s exactly what you were then, a child for him. To him you were Toto’s little daughter and to you he was almost like an uncle.

As the years went by, you grew up, you went to study abroad where you ended up living, and Lewis continued to work with your dad and be in a close relationship as before. Everything was the same except you were no longer part of the fast world they lived in.

The media were interested in your life, they were eager to find out what Toto's daughter was doing, where she lived, who she was dating, they wanted to know anything, but you didn't give them any material.

For Toto and Susie's 13th wedding anniversary, you decided to surprise everyone and come to the celebration that the two of them organized for close friends and family in a beautiful villa in the south of Italy.

It's an understatement to say that you stole the show when you showed up. All grown up and beautiful, you have become a real woman. All eyes were on you since even your immediate family hadn't seen you in a while.

You looked like a real lady when you showed up in a light yellow floor length dress (with a slightly deeper neckline than your family would have liked but oh well) over your tanned skin with long curled golden hair that fell over your shoulders. You really were something to see.

“Dear family, dear friends, I would like to take a moment to thank you for being here with us” Toto said moving to hold the toast as he stood next to Susie with one arm wrapped around her. You were all sitting at the long big table waiting for dinner so your dad took the opportunity to thank everyone.

“Thank you for taking the time to celebrate our 13th wedding anniversary with us here in Italy. Susie and I appreciate and love you all very much and there is no one else we would rather share these moments of happiness with than all of you. I'm especially glad that my daughter y/n is with us today, since she's not so little anymore, so I can't force her to spend more time with me and Susie anymore or ground her for not being with us more often” You blush as everyone’s gaze settle on you for a moment and laughter rings through the room.

“And finally, I want to thank the most important person in my life for making me the happiest person in the world for so many years. My rock, my biggest support in everything always and forever, my beautiful wife. I just want you to know that I look forward to every new day with you, that you are my true happiness and that I don't know what I would do without you, and I don't even want to know. I love you and I look forward to being with you for the rest of my life. Happy wedding anniversary love.” As Toto finished his toast, Susie's eyes glazed over with tears at his touching words, and so did yours.

Everyone clapped as the two kissed. You were really happy for the two of them. You loved seeing them as happy and in love as they were the first day they met and you could only wish you could find someone to love you the way your dad loves Susie.

Oh, what you would give to hear someone talk about you like this in front of everyone. To show this much love for you, to show you off so proudly.

“I’m so happy that you’re here, y/n” Susie said giving you a hug after the dinner.

“I’m happy to be here with you too. I’m having a really good time so far, I think that from now on I want to be involved in these kinds of family gatherings a little more often.”

“Honey, we always invite you, but you rarely come..”

“I know, I know and I’m sorry about that. You know that I’ve been busy with myself for the last couple of years.”

“I do know. Everyone’s been asking about you though. They can't believe the woman you've grown into. Everyone remembers you as the little girl with braces who sat on her dad's lap in the garage.” Both of you laugh as you remember those days.

“If you had walked past me, I'm not sure I would have recognized you, y/n” Susie’s eyes shift on the talking figure behind you. You turn your head to the side only to see Lewis with his hands in his pockets standing behind you and admiring you.

“Lewis..hi” You smile at him offering him a hug which he gladly accepts.

“I’ll leave you two alone to catch up, it’s been a while” Susie says before disappearing to find her husband.

“How have you been, y/n? I always ask Toto about you, but I haven’t seen you in quite some time now.”

“Yeah, I’ve been a bit busy with life, but in a good way. I dedicated my time to working on myself and my career and enjoying myself as well, traveling the world and so on. I can't complain.”

“Well, I’m glad to hear that you’re doing well. It’s crazy to me how much you’ve changed. You’re not a little girl anymore that I used to ask about school, you’re..a woman now.” You couldn’t help but notice the way his eyes were stuck on you. He was completely stunned by your beauty.

“Yeah, well I prefer to think that I’m more fun now than I was before no?” You wink at him making him laugh. “Anyway, what’s up with you? Heard you’re breaking up with my dad and going to Ferrari next year?”

“Yeah, well you know..It was not an easy decision to make, but the red car was one of my biggest wishes as a child, I think now is finally the time to fulfill it. If not now, when?"

"I understand although it's definitely gonna be hard to let you go." You tilt your head giving him a soft smile.

"I'm never gonna leave you guys." Lewis says. "I'll always be here, one way or another."

You spent the rest of the evening hanging out with friends and family, sharing stories from your life that they were happy to hear. Lewis spent most of his time around your dad, and you would glance at him every now and then only to catch him already secretly looking at you.

You haven't seen him live for a long time, of course, you've seen his pictures online, but you couldn't believe that he really still looks that good live despite his age.

When you were younger you didn't pay too much attention to him, you never looked at him in that way to think if he was hot or not. Especially because when you were younger he was in a long-term relationship with his girlfriend at the time, and after all, he's always been your dad's friend. But now, now that you are a little older, if you wanted to have someone by your side who is mature, who knows how to treat a woman, who is protective of you and who would take all the stars out of the sky, you know that Lewis would be the right choice for that.

What you expected even less was the knowledge that since Lewis saw you again after so many years, he hasn't stopped thinking about you for a second. He couldn't get you off his mind, and you found that out in a very unexpected way.

The next night you got dressed for another dinner and you wanted to ask Lewis to take a picture of you from the balcony of his room because his room had a better view of the sea than yours.

You stood in front of the door of his room and knocked and knocked, but he didn't open. At that moment, something did not give rest to your curiosity, so you let yourself into his room on your own.

You slowly scanned the room and saw that there were clothes on the bed prepared for tonight's dinner, and the door to the bathroom inside the room was closed. You moved a little closer to the door and leaned your head towards it and heard the water coming from the shower.

But that wasn't all you heard. The next word that came out of Lewis' mouth completely shocked you and made you gasp.

"Fuck, y/n.." You heard from the other side of the door.

The short whimpers, long-winded moans, the filthy sound coming from his mouth almost knocked you off your feet. You wanted to run away and pretend like you never heard this because you weren't supposed to hear it in the first place. But then you thought you had heard wrong and that he had said someone else's name because it couldn't possibly be true that Lewis was thinking about you this way. So you leaned your head back towards the door to try to hear something, anything again.

"Oh yes, just like that.." He groaned. "Just like that, y/n"

part 2

[shimmeringpinksunflowers]

Daisuke (Mouthwashing) dating HCs

On the Tuplar

so let's say you guys meet on the ship, you hit if off and you guys start being a thing, great!

However, the 'dating' part is a little tricky

There's only one location and that's the Tuplar

Two if you count his bedroom

We all know this guy tries to make the best out of a bad situation, so what does he do?

Probably invite you to the dining area to watch the sunset on the monitor over a cup of chicken ramen cup soup

It's probably as romantic as it gets with the resources on the ship

But it's the thought that counts, and honestly, you've probably had worse dates

You two get all cuddly and talk about whatever, conversations feel easy, you almost forget about the situation y'all are in

Has begged Curly for permission to make you a cake

he also shares his extra sweetner packets with you

Other than that, I think a lot of dates are just you guys chilling in each other's rooms (got a real friends-to-lovers vibe from this)

You watch him play on his game boy and cheer him on or you play paper games like naughts and crosses, hangman or exquisite corpse

If you've brought any books with you, you guys read them together

or if you've downloaded any films or tv shows you watch them together

I think you guys talk about the future a lot, like what life will be like off the ship. it's all hypothetical, so you can have fun with it, but you can tell when Daisuke is being kind of serious about it

he'll just be like 'yeah, that will look great in our house by the beach'

and you'll be like ??? what do you mean 'our' house?

He just knows you're the one, so there's no point in trying to hide the fact he wants a future with you

You also talk about family, not necessarily having one, but family drama

future ambitions, passions, hobbies etc.

This guy lives for the soft physical affections, which I believe is his second love language to words of affirmations

head pats, arm touches, hand holding sweet hugs, small kisses

Will write small notes and leave them in your ship to find with a little doodle

On Earth

if you're on earth, now that's a different story

I'm not sure how this scenario plays out, like if you meet before the pony express or continue to hang out after

either way

I can see this guy loving outside dates more than indoor ones

like, don't get me wrong, the guy is always down for a good movie night or just watching tv while eating take out

But Daisuke strikes me as someone who likes to enjoy the outdoors

First thing that comes to mind is beach dates

picnic beach dates <3

just you guys, the waves, some good food, you in swimwear 👀👀👀👀👀

He’d try to keep his cool, but the poor boy can't keep his mouth shut

and if it's later in that day, he'll try and do a little bonfire and roast something

I also see him being a big fan of arcade dates

tries to win all the tickets for you

defiantly tried to win you something from the claw machine

On a related note, he's totally into carnival dates

LOVES cottan candy

loves the fast rides, but is totally a sucker for the whole 'kiss on the top of the ferris wheel' thing

looks at you the same way Flynn looks at Rapunzel on the boat

Given his doodle habit, he’d probably love a DIY or creative date

painting together and making crafts

Random little surprises, like notes hidden in your bag or flowers picked during a walk

Tried to cook you dinner once

almost burnt down half the kitchen, but it ended up turning out not bad

he swear's he'll get better

[rwrbficrecs]

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@dot524: Such a fun little punk band AU. There’s a meet-cute, some mild angst, and emotional music scenes with bonding. Plus, great cameos of June, Nora, and Alex’s family. I enjoyed the pacing, dialogue, and character development of this AU and its feel-good ending, and it was fun to see them as punk rockers!

Still Sitting in the Corner I Haunt by BrokenChair, mister_nic (book-verse)

@suseagull04: This fic is a high school AU and Groundhog Day combined! Henry is characterized so well in this fic, and each part of this 5+1 has both obvious and subtle differences that combine to make the perfect fic!

The Tea Shop on Verbena Street by @stutteringpeach (book-verse)

@suseagull04: If every fic was this good, I would never get any work done, because it was really hard to put this fic down! The mystery aspect of it is crafted so well, and to top it all off, this is the best slowburn I've read in awhile. Definitely a fic you don't want to miss out on!

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@na-dineee: Single Dad Alex and hockey captain Henry Fox meet for the first time at Alex’s daughter’s tryouts – and yeah, they take it slow. But honestly, Alex flirts like crazy, Henry’s texting game is on fire, and to top it all off, Alex’s daughter is totally smitten with Henry. My heart does somersaults just thinking about this super sweet and super sexy fic.

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[denial-permanente]

Hey Tom! First I have been following your blogs for years. I want to say that I appreciate your discussions and explanations and how you and your wife manage to keep all this looking so "normal."

Also I also appreciate that your photos are normal looking, women. Older, plumper, wrinkles, and all that. We are in our 50s and I love being able to show my Goddess wife pictures of regular looking women.

Also, we live in a wife-led marriage and my wife is an amazing Ebony Goddess. We both love that so many of your pictures are women that "look like her." It has been a confidence builder for her, and has reading some of the notes from your wife. You have no idea how much your pictures and your (and your wife's) writing has done for our relationship!

Now to my question. My Goddess is in her "change of life" and our sex life is not as frequent. We have talked about this and she has decided that the natural order of things from now on should be keeping me locked in chastity 100% of the time now. I was locked most of the time anyway, but she is talking about something close to permanent and not unlocking me for any type of sex or even coming.

My Goddess wife already stopped allowing me to have intercourse with her when her change started. Naturally she continued to have me worship her beautiful pussy, but she still used to unlock me for an occasional hand job. Now she is saying that it's time for us to take the next step. While the idea of permanent chastity seems exciting, I'm really worried about how to handle the loss of my sex life.

Naturally I will obey my Goddess, but I would love some tips or advice or maybe some encouragement on how to handle this change.

Thank you again for providing a wonderful resource. KC

🔏 Hi KC - I think we have chatted in the past. It looks like you are headed in the same direction as @mrs--edge took me. Her menopause started happening a bit early, and I found myself locked up for most of it, mainly because her own libido was totally inconsistent. She did not demand that I remain locked, but I found that it helped me deal with the various periods during which she was not feeling affectionate. If you don't understand me now, you will over the next few years.

Just a word for the men who have not yet dealt with this. The "change" is a period where your partner's hormones will go crazy, and not in the good way. They will have hot flashes. They will suddenly hate some food that they always enjoyed. They will complain that they don't feel like themselves. Now would be a good time to take up a hobby that keeps you near the home but out of her way. She may not feel like having sex for a variety of reasons, and it may be difficult to not take it personally because it may drag on for four or five years, or possibly longer.

Afterward, a lot of women experience a thinning of the vaginally tissues, leading to reduced lubrication and sometimes pain during intercourse. Some women may lose the desire for intercourse entirely, although not necessarily the desire for orgasms.

This is part of the irony of Mother Nature. Your partner can't get pregnant, but she also doesn't particularly feel like having sex anyhow. 🤔

Back to KC and his goddess wife. It's possible that your wife is losing the desire for intercourse, and she is preparing you to accept that by sexualizing or eroticizing the denial. Or it's possible that her own discomfort with intercourse has made her want to avoid it, and she is making sure that you will be joining her.

I can tell you that my own wife had a couple of years during which we barely had any intimacy. I was locked for most of it, partially because it helped me eroticize the denial which made it a little easier to get through it. Eventually she settled in, and began to enjoy being intimate again. She unlocked me, relocked me, and tried different things until she found her groove again. Eventually, as you know, we ended up with me permanently locked.

All that was a lead up to saying that while your Goddess might have told you that you will be locked more or less permanently now, it's possible that she will come out of menopause having changed her mind. Maybe.

So, try not to think of it as, you said, "your sex life being over." More than likely when her hormones settle down, she will go back to enjoying sex, quite possibly oral, and you may find that your intimate encounters will be almost as frequent as before. Work on trying to enjoy giving her orgasms (as I'm sure you do) and try to view the longer term lockup as enduring a challenge for your Goddess. It will help you to change your own mindset from having lost something into now having something new and different.

Good luck, KC.

[unknowntoyou2205]

Diamonds sister pt 2

Y/n groaned as she heard her bedroom door open. After last nights events y/n had spent half the night tossing and turning, unable to get a certain blonde gentleman out of her head. Her mum and sister had thrown questions at her on the ride home and the excitement between them hadn’t gone unnoticed. The excitement the young girl herself felt was also apparent, but y/n refused to show it in fear that it may be thrown back at her.

“Good morning Miss, are you ready to get ready for the day?” Her handmaid smiled.

“Yes I am. Is everyone ready for our visitors today?”

“Yes the chef has prepared sweet treats and tea for this afternoon. They shall not be disappointed.”

“Good.” Y/n smiled, optimistic about today’s agenda.

Y/n opted for y/f/c dress with detail on the shoulder before heading down the stairs to the drawing room where her mother and sister were already sitting, working on their embroidery. Y/n never cared for embroidery, so instead opted to take out her drawing pad, deciding to draw the garden view as she waited for todays visitors. It wasn’t long before the door opened, and Anthony and Benedict arrived in the room.

“Your up early.” Violet stated to her sons with slight dismay.

“Are we the first ones here, how lovely.” Anthony stated, grabbing a biscuit before sitting beside Daphne.

“Perhaps you should make use of your time elsewhere.” Their mother stated.

“I believe y/n would like me to stay, right y/n.” Benedict stated, thinking their usual antics would start.

Y/n went to reply when the door opened once again, and y/ns handmaid opened the door. Violet stood up in anticipation when a figure came close behind her.

Violet watched in awe as her daughter allowed the prince to guide her to a seat away from prying ears. Daphne couldn’t help the smile that spread on her face, despite wanting to advance on the prince herself. Y/n only turned back briefly to smile at them before turning her attention to the prince as he accepted the lemonade from the handmaid and offered one to her. She nodded her head in thanks before taking a delicate sip.

“A visitor for Miss Bridgerton.” The woman spoke out and the figure stepped into the room.

“Price Fredrich, good afternoon.” Violet nodded, indicating for her children to stand up to greet him.

“Your highness.” Daphne stated as she curtsied and bowed her head.

“Good afternoon Lady Bridgerton, I have come to call on one of your daughters.”

“And which one may that be.” Anthony called from his position.

“Miss y/n.” The royal stated, looking at the second oldest daughter of the family.

“I believe you should like to go Benedict.” Y/n muttered to her brother.

“I believe I should most certainly like to stay,” Benedict replied quickly, not taking his eyes off the prince in front of them.

“Now Benedict.” Y/n stated to him before stepping towards the prince with her mother.

“Can I offer you some light refreshment?” Violet asked their visitor as Benedict left the room.

“I would love some. Perhaps some lemonade, and for miss Bridgerton?” Fredrich looked at y/n, expecting an answer.

“The same please.” Y/n spoke with a smile, before accepting the princes outstretched hand.

The two sat in silence, enjoying each other’s company under the watchful gaze of her family. A smile remained on each of their faces before the door opened once again and miss came through.

“So, what do you like to do, tell me more about you?” Fredrich smiled, leaning closer to the girl in front of him to listen.

“Well, I like to draw, I find you can capture anything with a pencil and page. I suppose that’s not a typical hobby of a woman but I find it so refreshing that I could just draw for hours, often with my dear brother Benedict.” Y/n stated, smiling fondly.

“I admire that. Would you be close with your siblings?” Frendrich asked, taking a sip of his drink.

“Yes I like to think that we are. I enjoy being with my youngest two, Hyacinth and Gregory, there so sweet. Do you have any siblings yourself?” Y/n asked, intrigued to learn more about her suitor.

“Unfortunately I am an only child, but I hope to have my own family someday, possibly many. Do you want children some day?” The blonde man asked the woman in front of him, not missing how her smile disappeared to sadness.

“I would love to have my own but the thoughts of having them terrify me after what my dear Mama went through with Hyacinth.” Y/n spoke sadly, remembering the screams of her mother and how she family nearly became orphans.

“I am sorry I asked.” Prince Frendrich stated, placing a hand on y/n’s in comfort.

“It’s ok. Maybe with the right guy I will have my dream, and my fear may be placed at ease.” Y/n stated, her mouth twitching with a smile.

“Perhaps, I may be that guy.” The prince dared to say, moving a hand under y/n’s chin to move her head up.

“Perhaps.” Y/n spoke, smiling at the thought.

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“Another visitor, for Miss Bridgerton.” This time she looked at Daphne and y/n sighed, knowing the time with the prince had come to an end.

“Perhaps we shall pomegrade tomorrow.” Prince Fredrich offered, wanting to spend more time with the Bridgerton in front of her.

“I would like that.” Y/n announced, nodding her head in agreement.

“Until tomorrow.” Prince Fredrich took y/n’s hand and brought it up, kissing it delicately.

“Until tomorrow.” y/n smiled shyly, watching as the prince moved to say his goodbyes to her mother and brother.

The following days followed with y/n and Fredrich spending many hours together. Benedict had taken it upon himself  to escort his sister to these meetings, despite his sisters disagreement, and the prince was starting to grow on him. Seeing how his sister smiled around thig guy made Benedict realize that maybe his sister meeting with this guy wasn’t a bad idea. The relationship between brother and sister were remarkable, but Benedict would be willing to leave the prince be if it made y/n happy. And it would appear that he made y/n very happy.

Y/n had found herself falling for the royal she had been spending so much time with these past few weeks. Each ball lead to a new dance, and each day lead to a new Pomerado around, getting to know each other more and more. The more time spent with the prince, the more y/n thought that maybe he could be the one. Maybe he was the one she would marry and make her feel safe and secure with herself, much like her father had been for her mother. And the prince, well, he was seeing the Bridgerton girl in a new light.

Today was no different. Y/n had arrived back from a boat ride with the prince ,and was now in a carriage towards the ball of the night, one that was being held by the her sister. Since Daphnes marriage things had been a spiral of emotions for the Bridgerton family, yet the giddiness that y/n felt for tonight was something that did not go unnoticed. Violet watched her daughter with happiness as she glowed. With Daphne now engaged to the duke, Violet hoped that maybe there would be another love story for the Bridgerton family.

The carriage came to a stop and y/n allowed her mother to get out before she herself stood up and exited the carriage. Looking at the entrance in awe, she couldn’t help but smile as she seen the familiar blonde hair standing with the Queen at the back of the hall. Smiles were exchanged as the prince caught sight of the Bridgerton clan walking into the ball, and took no time to start making her way down to them. Ignoring the mothers and daughters who swarmed him, he made his way over to y/n and nodded his head in greeting as the mother daughter duo turned to face him.

Y/n smiled at the Prince as they prepared to dance. Allowing the royal to lead her around the floor, y/n couldn’t help the slight giggle that came out of her mouth. Her giggle made the prince in turn smile as he twirled his dance partner around.

“Good evening ladies, I hope you are well.” He spoke to the two.

“Good evening your highness. We are very well.” Violet spoke for the two of them as they curtsied to him.

“Would it be too much to ask for a dance with your lovely daughter.” He asked, offering his hand out out to y/n.

“Please enjoy.” Violet confirmed, watching with pride as the prince kissed her daughters hand before leading her to the floor.

“Perhaps there may be another Bridgerton wedding in the horising.” Simon spoke beside his mother in law.

“One can only hope.” Violet stated, hoping the best would come for her daughter.

The prince stepped away from her and fiddled with his pocket before bringing out a small velvet box. Y/n watched in shock as the attention of others became apparent. Violet grabbed bEnedicts arm as she watched with hope.

“I hope you are enjoying your night.” Prince Fredrich stated as they danced around the room. Her back to his chest.

“Very much.” Y/n nodded.

“Y/n, I hope I am not overstepping when I say but, I enjoy our time together.”

“I enjoy our time together too.” Y/n smiled.

“And I hope you wouldn’t be opposed to spending more time together.” The prince asked, twirling her around once more.

“I was hoping we would.” Y/n smiled, glancing over her shoulder at him.

“Perhaps you would do me the honour of spending the rest of our time on this earth together.” The prince asked, causing y/n to look at him in shock.

“Your highness, what are you saying.” Y/n asked, turning to him as the music stopped.

Unable to hold her excitement, Violet rushed towards her daughter and pulled her into a hug.

“Y/n Bridgerton, would you do me the honour of becoming my princess, my wife.” Fredrich asked, opening the box to show a ring held delicately with a small coushin.

“I would love to.” Y/n spoke happily, allowing him to pull her in a hug.

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“You are to be married dearest.” Violet stated, and y/n smiled excitedly.

“I got it mama, I got my dream.”

“We better watch out with royalty in our house.” Benedict teased causing y/n to chock in tears.

The wedding was everything y/n could of ever dreamed off. Prince Fredrich wanted the day to be everything his bride had ever imagined, and went above and beyond to make sure her dreams became a reality. It was fit for a princess, which was what Miss y/n Bridgerton would now be called. Violet was beaming for joy as she watched her second daughter walk down the aisle with her second oldest. Benedict couldn’t help the smile on his face as he walked his sister to her new family, having cried after y/n had asked him to step in what should have been their fathers job. Daphne held her husbands arm in delight watching her twin get married. The Queen herself couldn’t help but show a slight smile, even if only for a brief second.

The night itself was magical and fit for royalty. Y/n danced with her husband under the night stars, outside in the Queens garden. United as one, y/n couldn’t wait to live her newfound life. Princess y/n of Prussia, dawning a ring that belonged to her majesty the Queen on her finger, vowed to spend entirely with her new love, the prince of Prussia.

[jojosbingsu]

😆my last ask was mostly me yapping about parts of jo i find really charming, but what do you like about him? what do you think would change about him/traits he would pick up from dating his gf? this is a weird ask but i'm curious, if all of &team were girls besides him, what kind of personality do you think would match him the most for a potential gf? 😂 i think jo is adaptable? or has an open type, and because of that i think harua and k and taki personality types would have the best chemistry with his

Okay hello! I am finally back. I'm so sorry I took literal months to answer this. I was dealing with hurricane aftermath and busy work life. </3 However, I am finally back and ready to get some stuff cranked out.

What do I like about Jo?

Personally, I love Jo's gentle yet explorative personality. Despite being quiet, reserved and shy, Jo is still actually kind of explorative in terms of hobbies, wardrobe, and now even photos! He isn't afraid to explore new things, even if it means being pushed a bit outside of his comfort zone. He's quickly becoming more confident in himself and I am absolutely loving this for him. Even though it's hard to explore one's personality and get to know oneself as an individual when you work in the entertainment industry, Jo has been blooming wonderfully.

Exploring new angles for photos, trying new foods, listening to new music, exploring different vocal sounds, choreographing group dances alongside Kei, opening himself up to art classes.. Jo is finding his place in both &TEAM and in the world just in general. He is opening his mind to new things and he's embracing change with open arms opposed to hiding behind the same personality out of fear of rejection.

He is a very generous, kind, caring soul and it's hard not to love him. I love that he took up oil painting because he was inspired Fuma's generous Christmas gift the year before last. I love his admiration of cats. I love those silly faces he makes when he's confused about something or those cute angry faces he makes when he's tried a food he really likes. I love when Taki tries to smooch him and you see him making the "wtf, again?!" face. I love how he sings with confidence despite his shyness. I love how he's contributing to the growing list of choreographers in our lovely group. I love how he's starting to cook with Maki more and how he's taking initiative to learn more Chinese because of his admiration for Nicholas and his culture. I love that he's taking on side projects (such as modeling) to show us a unique side of himself that we may have never seen before. I love how he always sends us photos of the moon with cute little captions just because the moon is meant to represent Lune. -- I could genuinely go on for 150 hours about why I love Jo and how special he is to me.

There are so many aspects of his personality that just. draw you in and refuse to let you go. He is an incredible talented, handsome, unique guy who continues to shine in new ways everyday. He's growing up in front of us and I'm incredibly proud of him. He's humble, too. Incredibly grateful for the members of &TEAM and for Lune who give him inspiration and strength to keep going.

(also his beauty marks. i love all of the moles he has on his cute lil face, I just didn't want to talk about his appearance too much.)

What traits would Jo pick up from his girlfriend?

I feel like Jo is someone who probably mirrors his lover's personality. He probably finds comfort in his girlfriend's actions and finds himself doing things she would when she's not with him.

Eating habits. I feel like Jo would probably mirror his girlfriend's eating habits in the sense of speed of eating and probably times of having his meals. If his girlfriend eats slow, he would probably slow down to match her pace so she didn't feel like she needed to rush or just so they could enjoy their meal together. If she eats fast, he would probably increase his speed of eating too so they could move on to more interesting things together like watching movies, cuddling, going out to do things, etc.! As far as time of eating -- He would probably find routine while with his girlfriend and become accustomed to eating at a certain time, so even when they're not together, he would probably stick to this routine.

(lowkey this would also include Jo learning how to cook the foods she loves most because he knows it makes her happy, therefore also making him happy. he would probably eat her comfort foods when he's feeling lonely or just misses her, too.)

Hobbies. Jo's personality screams that quality time is one of his major love languages, so naturally, he would want to engage with his girlfriend's hobbies as a way of bonding with her. Journaling, biking, hiking, knitting, watching movies, reading books -- whatever the case may be, Jo would want to be included in her hobbies and would probably pick a couple up for himself. He'd probably find himself making keychains just because he found comfort in the bonding experience with her or maybe he'd just pick a random day to go shopping to spoil himself because it's something they'd done together in the past. Maybe he'd find himself falling hard into a fandom she's in or maybe even just adopting hobbies of collecting cute things that remind him of her because she does the same for him.

Facial expressions when speaking. Jo already mirrors expressions when he's listening to the Teamies talk to him. He often repeats things back to the Teamies as well using their same tones. This would be no different with his girlfriend. He would match her tone and expression when he's talking to her, seeming to take on her own mannerisms when he's telling a story he finds particularly exciting or irritating. Using more expressive words, talking with his hands, the inflection of the story, maybe adopting words she uses often into his own vocabulary.. He would probably just find himself mirroring the way his girlfriend expresses herself because these expressions are what he's used to and what he's comfortable with.

girl!&TEAM and Jo...

Ohhh this one's kind of a hard one to answer! If &TEAM were girls, who would compliment his personality best? If I'm honest, I'd say Fuma might suit him the most? I feel like probably Yuma in some aspects too... Let me explain a little bit?

Fuma

Inspires him to try new things hobby wise. A real canon event: Fuma bought Jo colored pencils because he only draws in black and white and Fuma wanted him to explore new things. Jo is now coloring his drawings and even took up oil painting because of this incident. girl!Fuma would have the same personality, so that's already a given.

Encourages him to be more talkative and gives him a safe space to use his voice for personal expression. Active listener, engages him fully, enjoys holding a conversation, asks engaging questions.

Makes him feel seen and valued. Never shies away from showing love for Jo and all of his personality quirks. Never forces him to do things he's not comfortable with but praises him when he does something new outside of his normal behaviors. Always reminds him of why he's loved + how much he's loved.

A real partner. Fuma would be someone who worked with Jo through everyday struggles, relationship issues, or bigger more intimate issues. Financial issues, helping Jo through an emotional time, working together to figure out why they'd had a fight over something small -- any issue that arises is one Jo would never have to face alone with Fuma. He would have a real life partner, not someone who just stands there and watches him drown.

Yuma

Silly personality to pull him out of his shell a bit more. Encourages him to explore the fun side of himself through goofy dancing, making silly faces, getting into small bickers over nonsensical things, etc. etc. Makes him laugh a lot.

Kind of clingy. Yuma's clinginess would provide a sense of belonging for Jo, triggering a kind of confidence within him that makes him gravitate to Yuma's side 24/7. He would feel needed, wanted and appreciated with Yuma's constant yearning for cuddles, hugs, or handholding.

Adventurous and sometimes spontaneous. Jo would find himself ensnared in all kinds of nonsense with girlfriend!Yuma. From randomly bungee jumping off of a bridge or ice skating across a frozen lake, Jo would find himself doing things he wouldn't voluntarily do on his own because his (crazy) lovely girlfriend!Yuma wanted to do something fun on a random Tuesday afternoon.

Confrontational. Jo would never have to worry about anything. Yuma would be his number one supporter and wouldn't even give him the option to stand up for himself. Nope. Yuma is already all over the issue trying to figure out what's going on and how to fix it so Jo isn't worried about it anymore. Pickles when he said none? Yuma's going up and asking why there are pickles in Jo's food. Someone said something sideways? Aht. Yuma's like a drill sergeant trying to figure out who this person is and what gave them to right to speak to/about Jo like this.

I can definitely see how Harua would compliment his personality, too, though. I chose Fuma and Yuma because they're more outgoing and would encourage Jo to explore new outlets for creativity or encourage him to join in on more social events.

Haura, however, is also a very soft, quiet person who would probably match up with Jo's energy 100% of the time. Cozy, quiet days at home with hot cups of tea or sitting outside in the garden together just listening to the birds chirp their hearts away - Harua and Jo would live a simple, quiet life together.

Someone else who would be a unique match would be Euijoo, though. Euijoo is like a perfect mix of introvert and extravert. He's a kind, gentle, caring guy who doesn't actually mind going out of his way for things. Even if he's scared or uncomfortable, he finds it in himself to push forward. This would be a great personality trait match for Jo. They would encourage each other and feed into one another's ability to overcome the obstacle they're afraid of. They would tackle it head-on together.

Like I said - this question is SO HARD to answer because all of the &TEAM members have traits that just suit Jo's personality so well. Picking one girlfriend from girl!&TEAM for Jo would be an impossible feat. Just. SCREAMS.

You didn't ask, but here are a couple of Jo moments that I recently saved and loved because I think you should see them.

Jo and the jellybean challenge ft. Taki & Yuma trying to sniff him out: https://x.com/asakurajoface/status/1897573654302761109

Jo trying (and struggling) to get seated on the boat: https://x.com/ruaajo/status/1897565045082509795

Being absolutely adorable while getting absolutely POPPED by hot grease in a pan while he cooks: https://x.com/vmnvore/status/1896749026445595021

Falling into a fit of giggles and getting shy / embarrassed when Maki straight up did NOT hear him talking: https://x.com/nichoveil/status/1896711301591863767

Being Kei's baby brother: https://x.com/zxiangbab/status/1896212519972385247

Eating rice: https://x.com/kevinlovlies/status/1896031163732672759

[crusty-chronicles]

Hi,

Can I request kurama x human reader who share his love for plants and nature which makes him fall for them?

Thanks for considering this requst

An: My man's would be gushing 💯.

Kurama With An S/O Who Loves Plants

It's inevitable he becomes smitten

Someone else who shares his love of plants? You're his.

You start out as one of his classmates.

Just another face in the crowd.

It isn't until you have a project together that he gets to know you.

You'd chosen to do it at your house. It was more convenient that way. There'd be no interruptions and you'd get to finish faster.

There was just one catch though.

“My house is kinda humid. I like to keep the temperature high. If it's too much we could always work in the library,” you explained.

The heat was something he could handle. It wouldn't bother him in the slightest. And when he stepped foot inside, it was pleasantly bearable.

What he was not expecting were the ferns littered around your living room. Along with several other types of potted plants.

They all looked to be well taken care of, too. Seems you had quite the hobby.

He followed you to your room. Fingers skimming over the leaves of a pothos as he passed it. If you saw the action, you didn't mention it.

In your room were a few more plants placed towards the window sill. One in particular caught his attention. Through the foliage he could see glimpses of red.

“An anthurium,” he mumbled out.

“Huh?” You called from your spot on the floor.

He met your confused gaze and offered you a smile.

“You're a bit of a plant enthusiast, aren't you?”

You seemed to light up at his words. Excited to talk about your favorite hobby.

“Are you kidding me? These are my babies. I'm a single mother of about 24.”

Maybe it was a little endearing to see you talk so passionately.

“In all seriousness, I think I'm gonna become a botanist when I graduate. What about you?” You asked.

What would Kurama do? He'd probably be offered a job at his stepfather's company. If something else hadn't killed him first. But he felt like that wouldn't have been a favorable answer.

“I haven't decided yet.” Was his response.

He expected you to pry further. Instead you playfully nudged his shoulder.

“You could always join me.”

Surprisingly, he was left speechless by your offer. You'd wanted him to study plants with you?

“Don't think I didn't notice how you addressed Derek by his full government name.” You gestured to the anthurium behind you.

“You really know your stuff.”

Oh you had no idea.

“You name your plants?” He questioned. You were an intriguing individual.

“Hello? I told you they were my babies. And don't you try to change the subject.” You scolded.

“I'll consider it. How about we start on our project now?”

He figured that would've been the last time he interacted with you. That couldn't have been any further than the truth.

You showed up to his desk the next morning with a small potted plant.

He looked up at you quizzically before you spoke.

“What's this?”

You were trying to test him. A part of him found it cute. You had absolutely no clue how vast his knowledge was. Of both this world and the demon one.

He took you up on your challenge without hesitation.

“Bear’s Paw succulent. Also known as the Cotyledon tomentosa.”

“Aha!” You cheered triumphantly. As if you caught him red handed on something. Whatever connection you think you just made, he'd never know.

It became a daily habit of sorts.

Every morning you'd stop by his desk with something new.

The same question of ‘what’s this?’

And he'd always answer correctly.

You were persistent in whatever endeavor you were chasing. He thought you would've gotten bored by now, yet you kept at it.

Little by little, he starts to consider you a friend. He started anticipating your presence in the morning. Enjoying how you stuck around after quizzing him now. Getting to know each other more and more.

You didn't fawn over him like the girls in your class. And you weren't jealous of him like the boys. You were just you. And somehow you wormed your way into his life for the better.

You trusted him wholeheartedly with your plants. Even going as far as to ask him to take care of one for you.

“I have to go on a family trip. Watch Cornelius for me.” You'd looked up at him with pleading eyes. Ones he found himself unable to say no to. So he (not so) begrudgingly said yes.

A cactus. You gave him a cactus to look after.

He makes it bloom for you by the time you get back.

“Some green thumb you have.” You mused once you got it back. A small feeling of pride washing over him.

Eventually Kurama starts returning the favor and bringing you plants instead.

The first time he did it, he had left a special type of rose on your desk.

“What's this?” His words mirroring yours.

You gave a smirk at the challenge.

“Easy. It's a Falstaff rose.” you answered.

“Now what's this~” you pulled what looked like a white and pink flower from behind you.

“A trick. That's an orchid mantis.”

“Damn. I almost had you.”

Every now and then he'll throw you off by growing a plant from the demon world.

“Is that a hybrid of some sort?” You asked, prodding at the rather sentient looking plant.

Did it just blink at you?

“It's cool whatever it is. How'd you get your hands on it?”

By now your guessing games had started to take place out of school and in your homes. Right now, you were at Shuichi’s because he said he ‘wanted to show you something.’

He appeared amused by your curiosity.

“I have my ways.” He responded.

“This plant is carnivorous. It produces a saliva stronger than acid.” Though he'd never let it hurt you.

And instead of being frightened by it, you were ecstatic.

“Let's feed it a bunch of things!” You suggested.

Did you hear that? That was the sound of his heart beating in overdrive. You were a very brave human.

But you also found beauty and wonder in things most would cower at.

He makes sure to bring and grow you more plants from demon world. Most of them are relatively harmless.

As long as you don't get too close that is.

It becomes a new game for you to guess what they do. What makes the flowers bloom. The conditions they thrive in.

Most of the time you end up being correct. Using your prior knowledge to make logical guesses. It's surprising how accurate you are for a human. But then again, you weren't exactly normal.

He's still not over how you fed that plant your entire backpack.

He would be lying if he said he hadn't taken an interest in you.

Not just because of your shared hobby. He liked how you made it a point to check on him everyday. How you'd let him ramble on excitedly about some new fauna. The way you explored and investigated something new without fear. The exaggerated movements of your hands when you were talking passionately.

All of it had pulled him in little by little.

He makes it a point to confess to you in a way only you two would understand.

“What do all these mean?” He asked you, presenting you with a small bouquet.

“Oooh! Going the extra mile today? You're on.”

You took the flowers from him and began mentally listing them off.

You hadn't taken in the full context until you were already speaking.

“Red carnations mean my heart aches for you. Forget me nots mean true love. Baby's breath means everlasting love. And a rose means passion…Oh.”

It hit you like a truck then, the implications of why he might've gave you this. Was this still part of your usual game?

You looked to Shuichi who didn't hide the softness in his expression.

“You're being serious? I…”

‘Say yes you idiot!!!!’ You internally screamed at yourself.

Instead you plucked one of the flowers and offered it back to him.

“Here's my answer.”

You'd given him the rose in return.

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An: yeet! Google came in clutch for this one.

[in1-nutshell]

Hi, I have a new idea for a TFP character.

Jack, Raf and Miko go to school with Susan Farmfield or as the whole school knows her (a nerd who is crazy about space, aliens and conspiracy theories).

She could talk about these topics for hours, it was she who ran the very site from which Raf constantly deleted photos of Bumblebee and red energon, she always studied the former battlefields between Autobots and Decepticons trying to take photos and collect all sorts of metal fragments and various minerals.

I also thought that making Susan an enemy of the trinity would be very interesting and funny, since children naturally do not want their autobot friends to become known to the whole world, and their classmate, in turn, knowing about their connection with aliens, suspects that they are helping them in their plans to take over the world and that is why they prevent her from showing the truth to the world.

And I also would like to add a small tragic twist to her story.

Maybe the fascination with aliens and space was a common hobby between her and her grandfather, who died a long time ago, and maybe her grandfather was just as mocked as she was, and for her to confirm the existence of aliens is important not only to show that she was right but to show that her grandfather was not an idiot or crazy.

And so every time Jack, Rafe, and Miko clean up all the evidence and make her look like a joke in front of all of Jasper, she feels incredibly sad because she thinks she let her grandfather down, but at the end of the day she just tries even harder to find new evidence.

I hope you like my idea.

FINALLY! I had seen this request before and never got to it cause it disappeared!

The reign of Susan shall begin!

Hope you enjoy!

Jack, Miko, and Raf vs Susan Farmfield

SFW, Platonic, Mention of death, Slight Angst, Human reader

TFP

Like the Autobots, the kids had an enemy of their own.

Someone from school.

Believe it or not, it wasn’t Vince.

Well, Vince a bully, but he wasn’t their main enemy.

That title belonged to Susan Farmfield.

Did she push them around?

No.

Did she ever threaten them?

Not really.

Did she ever commit a crime?

Not that they know of at least.

Susan wasn’t even that strong.

She was just the school conspiracy girl.

The nerd for space and alien life.

The same nerd that ran a website that the crew was all too familiar with erasing the bots existence from.

Raf on his computer at the base. Raf: “And done! That was the last picture Bumblebee!” Bumblebee: “Beep bop beep! (Thanks, Raf!)” PING! Raf looking at his screen: “Oh come on!” Jack and Miko coming to his side. Jack: “What is it?” Raf showing them the screen with new pictures of Smokescreen, Bumblebee and Arcee. Miko groaning: “Susan.” Jack and Raf: “Susan.” Bumblebee: “Beep? (Susan?)” Raf: “She’s a girl in our school that runs the website that we have to clean when you guys’ photos come up.” Miko: “She’s, our Nemesis!” Jack: “Not nemesis Miko. Just…” Miko: “She is our Nemesis Jack! She’s gonna try and take over the world at this point!” Jack: “I think that might be an overexaggeration. Susan isn’t all bad.” Miko: “Have you sat by her when the topic of space or aliens comes up? Talk to me when you’ve done that.”

Susan did indeed run the website.

It was her baby in a way.

It was a way to express herself.

To try and show the world that her deceased Grampa was right.

That there WAS life out there.

Like her, Grampa was also mocked and ridiculed for most of his life for believing in the unknown, for believing that humans were not alone in this vast universe.

Oh, how Susan loved her Grampa.

She still remembered those nights when he’d take her into the desert with his telescope and sleeping bags.

When he passed, Susan vowed to continue her search for aliens and the unknown, no matter how much it hurt her.

No matter how many hits or jabs it took.

Susan walking through the halls and spots Miko: “Hi Miko! How’s your day been?” Miko groans and walks away. Susan a bit dejected: “Oh, you’re busy. We’ll catch up later, okay? Remember we still have the project due next week!” Later at lunch… Susan spots Raf sitting by himself in the lunchroom. She goes and sits beside him: “Hey Raf! I heard your model car got crushed. You need some help fixing it? I know a bit about machines—” Raf nervously standing up: “Sorry Susan but I got a—a thing to do now! Bye!” Susan sighs as she is left alone at the table. Later… Susan is looking through her polaroid camera when she sees Jack drop something. Susan hurriedly picks up his pencil pouch and runs up to him. Susan: “Jack! Jack, you drop your pencil pouch!” Jack already mounted on Arcee stop. Jack: “Oh. Didn’t even notice it fell. Thanks.” Susan smiles and has an idea. She takes out her camera: “Is it okay if I take a picture of you and your bike? I need a reference for my—” PING! SMASH! SPLASH! Arcee reeves her engine and using her sidebars, knocks the camera from Susan’s hands. Then crushes it with her front tires, in the process splashes dirty puddle water on Susan before speeding off with Jack. Jack: “Woah! Arcee! Was that necessary?” Arcee: “Miko said she was your nemesis, right? Besides she’s probably going to put it on that blog of her’s. The least phots the better Jack.” Susan, wet from the puddle, looks down at her smashed camera: “…project…” Susan pulls out her laminated folder of the polaroid photos. Susan: “At least I got the important stuff.”

But jokes on the kids, because with every beating, mocking, taunting, at the end of the day Susan Farmfield is as stubborn as her grandpa and is NOT GIVING UP ANYTIME SOON!

[suprababka]

"You're everything I could ever wish for"

Happy birthday to @zombiefox89 (@soulsheen)!🥳💝

I hope I didn't mess up with time zones and you receive my mini-surprise exactly on your birthday, not sooner nor later!

Dear Zombiefox, I highly hope you'll enjoy reading a small fanfiction I wrote for you (and for other Zombieman's stans too)💕

I know we got closer to each other only this summer, but I count you as my friend. Moreover, not just a friend, but my first online-friend from another country :D

I thank you with all my heart for every like and comment you leave under my post. Your support always means a lot, and I appreciate it!🤗

I wish you nothing but the best (as cheesy as it sounds), not to be overwhelmed by your work and to have more free time for your hobbies, to take nice fun walks with your dogs, to participate in exciting adventures with your friends in D&D world and, of course, to find and read new stories with your favourite man ;))))

Happy birthday!!!���🤗🫶✨💗🎉🎊

There are many things you love in your relationship with Zombieman (and about this man too). The way he looks, smiles, pays attention to every detail about you, supports you, surprises you with little gifts, gives you compliments... The way he loves and appreciates you.

He may come off as an emotionless person, but in reality, he cares a lot and is not ashamed of showing it. Though not anyone is "blessed" to see his affectionate side, only people who are close to him know how empathetic he is. For example, Child Emperor… and you. Especially you. The person who showed him he was able to love and, moreover, deserved to be loved.

That's something Zombieman will never take for granted. He cherishes every moment spent with you: watching a movie while cuddling on the sofa, running together under the rain, telling each other different stories before going to sleep, staring into your eyes and taking in all your beauty, cooking with you, or trying out different cafes. And today is no exception, as you're both sitting in the recently opened café.

"M-m, this looks amazing!" you exclaim vigorously, examining a large milkshake in front of you with whipped cream formed as a cat head.

Yes, you two decided to go to the cat-themed café. Usually Zombieman doesn't go to places like this since all he needs is a cup of coffee to go on with the life. But with you… something much more meaningful and energizing than coffee appears. It's your smile. The way the corners of your lips lift is a ticket straight to heaven for him. Really, he feels like nothing else matters. As long as you're happy, everything is fine. That's why the hero's main goal is to give you joy, to do anything in his power to make you laugh and beam.

While Zombieman is deep in his thoughts, you cheerfully tell him about your Friday and consume all of your drink in no time.

"Earth to my handsome boyfriend,"  you call out to him.

"Hm?"

"So you were not listening to me."

"Why? I was."

"Mm, sure. What was the last thing I said?"

"Well, 'What was the last thing I said', yeah?" he smirks, proud of his witty remark.

"Really funny and smart,"  you roll your eyes, making him chuckle and pat your head.

"I'm just messing with you, love. Though you're the one who does this in our relationship."

"Hehe, that's true. But I'm still waiting for your answer. Can't have my boyfriend slacking off now, can I?"

"Of course you can't. You were telling me about how hard your day was. I'm sorry everything went downhill, but what matters more is that you handled it. You did a great job, dear. I'm proud of you as always."

"Aw, thank you, honey! You're making me blush now."

"I wouldn't be a good boyfriend if I didn't flatter you, huh? But what I said was true."

"Of course it was,"  you kiss his cheek. "You know that I wouldn't want to be anywhere but with you right now."

"And that makes me happy. I feel the same way."

"Good, as you should do,"  you smirk. "Alright, let's get going, honey?"

"Yeah, let's head out."

It's already dark outside, and you two should probably go home, but you insist on taking a walk in the nearest park.

"There is a good spot to admire the sky,"  you reason, lifting up your finger and pointing to the appearing stars.

And of course Zombieman can't argue with you and accepts your offer, not that he minded it in the first place. Wrapping his arm around your shoulders, he begins walking with you. It doesn't take you long to reach the spot you were talking about. As both of you sit on the ground (the hero's arm is still wrapped around you to keep you warm), you notice that the sky is already full of different shining stars.

"Wow, so magnificent…" you comment; your voice sounds like you're hypnotized by the beauty of the view over you. That's quite understandable because Zombieman would act the same way as you do… if he wasn't already enamored by you, that is.

"Look! A falling star!" you suddenly exclaim, standing up and pointing at the sky. "Quick! Make a wish!"

Your boyfriend chuckles, amused by your enthusiasm, and stands up. He quickly glances at the star and returns his gaze back at you.

"You're everything I could ever wish for,"  the man says, patting your head. This makes you gasp and look at him with a flustered smile that Zombieman loves so much.

"B-baka! You can't just say things like that out of the blue!.."

"Oh, really? Didn't know there are specific circumstances to tell my girlfriend how I feel about her," as he finishes his words, you playfully jab his shoulder. "Ouch, what was that for?"

"For being a smartass. But just so you know… I feel the same way about you."

"And that makes the luckiest man in the world,"  he smiles, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer against his chest. "So, then what did you wish for?"

You place a finger on his lips, smirking, "I can't tell you. Otherwise it won't happen, you know?"

"Right, of course. Guess we will have to see, huh?" he smirks, tilting his head and capturing your lips in a passionate kiss. Little did both of you know that you made the same wish: to be together forever.

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Lonely Hearts Club

Daniel Wagner , Jake Kiszka (Caravel AU)

Warnings: This isn't a slash fic (just want to make that clear for either side) Alcohol/Drinking, some flirting, a bit of yearning, a double date of sorts, and some genuine platonic best friend love.

Word Count: 1.8k

Author's Note: Not every Valentine's day is celebrated the same! I was really struggling to come up with an idea and @edgingthedarkness suggested this one and my brain immediately ran with it. 🤭

Just to clarify- this is taking place pre-sparrow of the dawn!

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Danny POV

The best part of having a friend who’s a bar owner, is that you have a regular place to go to after work. The worst part is that the bar owner has a very niche aesthetic that does not assist in the ‘finding ladies’ department. 

“Rough day?” Jake asks as I’m plopping into my usual seat at the bar. 

The sigh coming out of me should have been enough for him to gather, but still, I tell him, “Yep.” 

Ever since Jake bought the bar and left the shipyard, I’ve been stuck there with a bunch of older men who definitely show their love by tormenting you. Not that I can’t handle it on my own, but it is draining everyday having to listen to them. 

“You’re alone tonight?” I ask him, trying to not acknowledge the fact that it’s a ghost town as he’s sliding my beer over to me.

He nods a few times, leaning back against the counter, “Yeah. Josh mentioned something about needing to go to Hobby Lobby again, I don’t know.” 

“Damn,” I breathe out, and rolling my eyes as I tell him, “Well, if it helps, Sam ditched me to go out with that girl again.”

His head falls back, shaking it subtly. “No wonder he wouldn’t tell me who it was. He just kept saying it was a blind date.” 

“A blind date on Valentine’s Day? Okay, Sam,”  I laugh, before sipping on my drink. 

“He’s not the best at lying,” he chuckles to himself. “I’m shocked you don’t have something lined up for tonight?” 

There’s not enough beer in the world for this one, Jake. 

“Yeah, I just..” I hesitate. I don’t know why I didn’t really try to get a date this year, something just felt off about it. “Wasn’t really feeling it. Plus, I had to work all day anyway.” 

There were plenty of chances for me to set up a date, but I truly just.. Didn’t this time around. It feels like I’m on a date with someone new every weekend and it’s not that I don’t enjoy going out and I don’t even mind being the one who pays for all of these dates– it just sucks that nothing feels right. 

“Well, I think our dates are here,” Jake whispers, leaning over the bar slightly. A smirk plastered on his face. The hell does he mean dates– OH.

“Look at that, Ellie!” Linda’s voice could cut through almost anything. “Cupid did help us out this year.” She plops down into the seat next to Danny, with Eleanor following suit on the other side of him. 

“Hi there, beautiful,” I let out, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. “How are you this evening?” 

“Right now? No complaints!” she quips back. “How about you, Ellie?” Both of us looking over to her, who’s already making googly eyes at Jake. 

“Oh, I am just swell,” her sweet little voice chirps. 

“The usual for both of you tonight?” Jake asks, followed by a resounding ‘yes.’ 

Jake definitely plays into her little crush, but I can’t say anything with the way I flirt back to Linda. They’re both such wonderful ladies, it’s hard not to love them. Always coming in to visit us and being endlessly supportive of everything and anything we talk about. It’s like having some best friends who are just a smidge older than us. 

“Now, Jake, I know you have to be here,” Linda starts. “But, Danny, why aren’t you out tonight? There must be a line of ladies waiting for a chance with you.” She giggles, patting my chest a few times. 

Chuckling with her, “I don’t know about a line, but–”

“What did I take a number for?” She loudly lets out, with an exaggerated wink, making all of us laugh. If there’s someone who’s gonna make tonight better, it’s her.  

I pull her in closer to me, “I guess, I would rather spend my night with you then out with some random girl.” 

Her hand grabbing mine, squeezing it a few times as she laughs. Leaning her head against my shoulder when she breathes out, “Oh you’re too cute.” 

Looking over to Jake leant against the bar, Eleanor is grinning at him like a fool. 

“Nobody asked you out?” He asks her quietly. She’s shy until you get a few glasses of wine into her, then she livens up a little. “Must be playing hard to get huh?” 

“Oh,” she giggles quietly to herself. “You’re very sweet, but no, no dates and I’m certainly not playing hard to get.”

He leans forward a bit more, shooting her a wink when he says, “Their loss.” 

We spent a while just talking with them, which to be fair, were basically the only ones in the bar. A few stragglers every so often would come in, but it was a pretty tame evening. 

Watching this rather quiet man request Beautiful Loser by Bob Seger and then return to his seat. Taking turns peeking over so he wouldn’t notice, but a woman around his age came in and sat across from him. 

“It’s nice to see him find someone,” Jake lets out quietly.  

My brows pulled together, “Is he here a lot?” 

“Mhm,” he hums. “Typically alone or sometimes he’ll sit with Chuck. They both just look like old sailors, so they fit the aesthetic well.”

Linda laughs, “You are Josh’s twin, huh?” 

“He’s said it too many times!” He says through a smile, flipping the towel in hand around as he laughs. 

“You know who isn’t a Beautiful Loser?” Linda asks, loudly. She’s a few drinks deep at this point, and if you think her inhibitions are low when she’s sober, give her a couple hours at the bar. Her hand pats my chest a few times, lingering there as she says, “This young man right here.” 

Covering her hand with mine, “Thank you, angel.” Her head leaned onto my shoulder, and I can’t help but smile at it. 

“Lin, I think it’s about our time,” Eleanor pipes up. Looking at the clock Jake has hidden behind the bar and seeing that it’s after midnight. 

“Are you two okay to get home?” I ask them, knowing they live nearby, but you can never be too sure. 

“Oh we’ll be fine, my sweets,” Linda lets out. “Nobody’s trying to kidnap two old bitties.” 

I stand, helping them up, but looking over to Jake. “I’m just gonna walk them out.” 

He nods and then comes out from behind the bar, wrapping Linda up in a bear hug, she rocks him back and forth for a second. Moving to Eleanor, who is much more shy with him still, pulls her into a hug and lingers there for a moment. 

“Thank you for spending Valentine's evening with me, darling,” he tells her, pressing a kiss against her cheek. Despite being exhausted, her face lights up at the gesture. 

“You don’t have to thank me, dear.”

I gather the two of them, walking them out and lingering outside for a minute to make sure they seem okay before disappearing back into the bar. 

“They’re a trip,” I breathe out as I sit back down into my barstool. 

Jake laughs at the comment, quipping back, “I thought Linda was gonna take you home with her for a minute there.” 

“With the way dating has gone for me lately, that may be my best option,” I chuckle through it. 

He leans against the counter, “You’re telling me. Eleanor may be my only chance at love.” 

We both sit there in that silence for a moment. 

“Why is this so difficult?” I ask, not really to Jake but, just in general. 

He stares at the ground for a second before breathing out a quiet, “I don’t know.” 

“It just feels like,” I start, unsure of where I’m going with my thoughts. “None of these girls are any sort of what I want in my life.” 

He prints out a tab for one of the few people left, giving them a little wave after they sign the receipt. “No, I get it.” 

“It’s insane, dude,” I let out, shaking my head. 

He looks over at me, “All I want is to be happily with someone— be able to go home and have someone there… that isn’t my brother.” 

Jake is the more quiet one out of the brothers, but he also is the only one that truly struggles with dating. None of us understood why because he’s so nice to everyone but, nothing ever stuck for him. 

“You deserve that,” I tell him. “I’m sure she’ll show up when you’re not expecting it.. seems to be how everything works.” 

“Thanks. I’m counting on lucky stars at this point.” He chuckles to himself as the last customers walk out. “I hope you find someone who made you as happy as—“ 

“Don’t,” I cut him off. “Nobody is going to compare to her and I’ve accepted that.” 

He stays quiet, but then says, “You deserve to be happy, y’know?” 

“Yeah..” I breathe out, tapping my phone seeing the time, “Well, shit. I didn’t mean to stay out this late.” 

“Shipyard still sucks, huh?” 

God, does it. My eyebrows just about smack my hairline, “Oh, yes.” 

I can see the gears going in his head as he folds his arms in front of me. The solo eyebrow pop tells me he has an idea of some sort, when he finally chirps out, “Work here.” 

“Jake,” I shake my head at him. “I’m okay. Plus, you’ve only been open a few months. I couldn’t expect you to do that.” 

“No, I can pay you,” he tells me. “I’ll need more help by summer I’m sure, and I already trust you so..” 

It would be nice to get out of there.

I stand up, scooting the barstool in, and then tell him, “I’ll sleep on it.” He caved first, letting a smile creep onto his face and I was right behind him with mine. 

“Well, I’m glad we at least ended up on a double date,” he giggles as we walk through the back door. He flips the lock on it before turning to face me, “I’ll see you.. tomorrow probably?” 

I nod at him quietly. 

His hand lands on my shoulder, “Go get some sleep.” 

“Oh I will,” I laugh. Backing away, I point at him, and in the most comically serious tone, tell him, “Love you.” 

He barks out a laugh, but returns the point with, “Love you too, bud.” 

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Strangers By Nature

🌀About: inspired by the song ‘Strangers By Nature’ by Adele, you and Danny were childhood high school sweethearts…until you weren’t, but when you land a tour with the infamous Greta Van Fleet as their opening act- you can’t turn down the opportunity.

🥁Daniel Wagner x reader

🎤Word Count: 7k

💫Warnings: mentions of sex, angst, crying, yelling, cursing, mentions of drinking, mentions of hospitals (i think that’s all :p)

🎸AN: I hope everyone enjoys this a lot I’m not a danny girl so writing for him was hard but I gave it my best!! As always - sorry if format or spelling is a bit wonky….enjoy 🩷

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Daniel Wagner. He proved to be the bane of your existence, or that was what you convinced yourself. Not just convinced, it was something you pounded into your head, something he had pounded into your head. Danny was your best friend, your other half, your ‘platonic soulmate,’ everything and anything you could ever want in someone. Well, he became your someone after you had grown up attached at the hip and entered high school together. Senior prom, the 12th of April back in 2017 - that was the day he asked you out but simply as his date because he couldn’t find anyone else, at least that's what he said. You had spent the entire night dancing, singing, laughing, something almost out of a movie. It was even more of a movie scene when he kissed you during the slow dance song. That moment, that single kiss, started a 2-year long, exclusive, loving relationship between you and the infamous Daniel Wagner.

All good things must come to an end, though, and it came to a hard, hard end one night after a gig at some small bar in your small Michigan town of Frankenmuth. The show had just ended, and the crowd was slowly dispersing, some moving back to the bar, some outside, but it had cleared up and now you, as the ‘perfect girlfriend’ Danny had claimed you to be, moved through the thick, sweat-filled air towards the small backstage area the bar had offered to its acts. Pushing through people till you finally reached the small band of Greta Van Fleet, it all ended up happening so fast. One moment, you were running up to him, ready to hold him, praise him on the show, tell him you loved him, and the next, he was yelling, shouting at you as if he couldn’t stand to even be in the same room as you.  

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“I- I dont understand” Your words had jumbled up as his voice rang in your ears. 

“What do you not understand? What is not clear to you, y/n? I am done with you. You follow me around like a sick fucking puppy we have something going here, ok? Jake thinks we're going to go far, and I see it, but I can’t do that with some random from my hometown acting like I owe her a life” he shouted in the tiny changing room of the bar. 

“Some random?” 

He sighed as he ran a hand through his untamed curly hair, something you always loved “I am done with you. Please. Please just be done with me.” 

Tears pricked in my eyes as his words hit me like a ton of bricks. Im done with you. Those four words made it clear. Crystal. 

“Ok” I said, staring at him as I bit back tears, my mouth running dry, and all the voices around me got quiet. It was almost as if a knife had been stabbed into my heart repeatedly by him with a smile on his face. I dragged my eyes to the others in the room, no one bothering to look our way as I slowly turned, walking out of the thick aired bar and out onto the cold streets of Michigan. 

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That night was always relevant to you. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t put Danny from your mind. You had spent months, years, trying to get away from that town, that place that just felt like a prison to you. Eventually, it worked, and well. College wasn't ever in your books, but being forced to pick up an instrument for a hobby supposedly was after your parents started picking up on the way the breakup made you. Food was no longer a priority, hygiene, cleanliness, everything you had cared about was thrown away with that relationship. So once you started learning guitar and putting your voice to better use, it was as if the hole in your heart was ever so slowly being stitched back together. Sure there were nights you caught yourself drunk texting him and congratulating him and the other guys on their success, but they were never seen by him, which was for the better. 

Before you knew it, you had landed yourself a small little band - Honey - made up of all the girls you would take to the grave with you. Of course, you had taken the lead in singing as well as some guitar while you matched the beat with your drummer Sara, bassist and keys Layla, and Mikey, also a guitarist. The singing in your shower and all the blistered fingers had paid off because now you were opening for none other than Greta Van Fleet on their opening night of the Starcatcher World Tour! Fun. 

Now as you sat in your small dressing room, your hands shook as you picked up your eyeshadow brushes, meticulously rimming your eyes with dark shadow as the other girls moved along next to you in their respective chairs, following suit. It would be a lie to say you were on the fence about tonight. You and Danny hadn’t seen each other yet, shit, you had barely moved about the arena since sound check in fear you would see him or any of the Kiszka brothers, and the pit of anxiety only grew as it came closer to time to go on stage. 

“Does this look ok?” I said softly as I turned to Sara, who had sat closest to me. 

“Bitch you look hot,” she said barely dragging her eyes from the mirror she was focused on as she applied her makeup “You always do.” 

I rolled my eyes as I turned back to focus on finishing up my look. Setting the small eyeshadow brush down, I picked up my lip liner as I leaned in close to the mirror, almost completely missing the door opening to our small dressing room. 

“On in 5 ladies,” our manager said quickly as she popped her head into our room, Mikey turning to give her a small thumbs up as she stood from her chair, followed by Layla and then Sara. They stood staring at me as I finished up, standing now and looking at them with a small smile. 

“Alright.”

 I said, walking towards the door, pushing it open wide as I walked out into the white hallways, leading us towards the stage where the sounds of voices could be heard, flowing in louder as we grew closer. I grabbed my guitar from my tech, watching as the other girls did the same as we gathered in a small group, telling each other that we loved each other and to have a good show as the lights dimmed slowly in the big arena and we made our way out onto the stage. 

Screams filled the air as we took our places, my eyes dragging along the barricade and through the pit, working their way around as I could hear the opening bass line of one of our songs coming through, and that switch flipped in me, letting me know I needed to focus, perform, and just have fun, forget that Danny was here, forget what happened, and be y/n the lead singer of Honey. So that's what I did. For 45 minutes straight, I just focused on me, on my band, on where I was. For those 45 minutes, I felt in my element, the adrenaline mixed with exhaustion pulsing through my body as we came to an end on our second to last song. My eyes shut as I tried to gain back control of my breathing as I stepped back up towards the microphone, my voice echoing back to me. 

“Thank you,” I said, smiling as cheers filled the air and the smiles were endless down in the pit. “You all are a lovely crowd, and we thank you for your time, but we know who you're all really here to see…” I said as the crowd began to grow even louder at the mere mention of Greta.

 I dragged my eyes back down closer towards the front of the pit, and through the corner of my eyes, I could see them. Sam and Danny had found themselves a spot to stand and watch by under one of the catwalks on the far left side of the stage. They had been watching… this entire time as sweat dripped down my body, and I gave everything I possibly could tonight, they had seen it all. He had seen it all. My smile faltered as I tried to push the thought from my mind as I froze, turning to look back at my bandmates. The confusion matched everyone's faces as I played a small riff on my guitar while shouting back, “We’re changing the last song”. I could see the refusal growing on their faces before yelling out, 

“Strangers by Nature, play it,” I said, moving towards the side of the stage as I handed off my guitar to my tech, walking back as I peeled off my jacket, setting it on an amp as I walked back up to the microphone. My sweaty palms wrapped around the warm metal as I leaned forward, my voice ever so slightly shaking.

“For our final song, we want to give you something new,” I said forcing a wide smile as whistles and cheers came back in response “It's called Strangers by Nature, and it's very important to me because,” I said, lifting the mic from the stand, buying layla time to switch back to her keyboard, starting up the beginning notes as I continued. 

“Sometimes men can be assholes right?!” earning me a response of agreement from the crowd. 

“And sometimes we get fucked over and left and forgotten..” I rambled on, “So I wrote this a while back in a bad time, and I just blamed myself for every little thing, but I want you all to have it to know you are not alone, and I promise,” I tried to continue as the mix of screams slowly built up again, “I promise you, nothing is ever entirely your fault when things go south in a relationship…so I hope you can find the relief in this song as I do..” I finished as a bitter smile filled my face, and the rest of the band began to join in slowly as I officially started the song off. 

I was prepared for the hurt I would feel singing it, but I wasn’t prepared for the response we got once I finished on the last note and the once-dead silent crowd roared with love as I opened my eyes, taking it all in, feeling it now radiating through my body. With many waves and blowing out a few kisses, we left the stage, sweat dripping down all of our bodies, hair sticking to our faces as we walked back to the dressing room in silence as they began to prepare the stage for Greta. We slid into the tight room in almost pure silence, the only thing heard was our labored breathing, as I looked at the girls. 

“Thank you,” I said softly from the small couch I found comfort on. 

“Why Strangers by Nature?” Layla's voice rang out tense as she paced slightly around the room. 

“Im sorry I- I wasn't planning on making us change the last song I-” 

“Ok, but you did y/n. We get it that this is your dream and you're the lead here but you can't just go and make these decisions whilst were mid-sho-” 

Before she could finish, a knock came on the door as she turned to open it, being met by the youngest Kiszka brother, Sam, who I had grown up closest with next to Danny. Layla froze as she moved to the side letting Sam into the small dressing room as I stood once he came into view. 

“Hey,” he said simply with a small smile spread across his face as I walked towards him my face barely matching his expression. “I was just wondering if you wanted to catch up before we go on..” he stood wearing his performance suit, silver as long dreads of fabric hung down from the arms and legs, tiny diamonds adorning the satin material. I stood staring for a moment, given that it had been around 7 years since I had seen him last. 

“Yeah.. yeah, wherever you wanna go for sure” my voice came out soft as the girls behind me just sat and stared at the interaction unraveling before them. His smile widened as he let out a small “alright” before walking out of the room as I followed close behind. We walked through the plastered white walls before coming upon a room a few doors down from ours labeled “Greta Van Fleet/Dressing”. As he moved to push the large door, it was like instinct as my hand shot out stopping his. 

“I thought we were going to catch up..?” I said looking at him with an uncomfortable shift in demeanor. 

“Everyone else went down to a bar somewhere in the arena.” his hand touched mine as he moved it away from the door, opening it and now waiting for me to step in. The room was much larger than ours, seeing as it was for the main act, having small love seats scattered around, a minibar, and even a small restroom. I made quick work of seating myself on one of the small couches, Sam doing the same as he sat in the chair opposing mine. As he sat, I looked at my hands in my lap, worn out and calloused before forcing myself to speak and break the terrible silence hanging in the room. 

“So how have you been..” 

“Good,” he said with a small sigh, “really good I mean, a lot happens in... how long has it been like fou-” 

“Seven years.” I cut in. 

“Right” 

“You couldn’t maybe have managed to send like I dont know how are you y/n? Or happy birthday, y/n!” I wasn't being rude, despite the look on Sam's face. After that night, it had been close to radio silence from all of Greta - shows you how much people care right?

“I’m sorry, y/n you know we’ve just been so busy with the tour and the new album it's just been so chaotic..” 

“Or you guys just all cut me off the second I wasn’t of value anymore to Daniel,” I said coldly, my eyes now meeting his. 

He moved his mouth a few times to speak, but nothing came out. So that was it. They all up and left me because of his choice to throw me to the side because he couldn’t be seen with some random. Fucking. Pathetic. 

“Your band…y’all are good”

“I know.” 

“Please don’t be like this… none of us have seen you in 7 years and suddenly you're on tour with us. It won’t be pleasant if you are going to hold this grudge towards us when we didn’t even do anything-” 

“But you did. I wouldn’t have been here if we hadn’t broken up. My parents forced me to learn guitar, Sam. They forced me to do something because it was either that or a hospital. So if all you invited me in here to do was tell me to move on, fuck off” I barked out standing as I moved towards the door. 

“No, no, it's not-” he now matched me, standing as if to stop me from leaving “Please just sit back down I don’t want to cause issues.” 

I stood for a minute more before I walked back to my seat, sitting as I leaned my arms onto my thighs and my face dropped to my hands. 

“Im sorry that that happened to you. I didn’t know things went down how they did when you guys broke up, nor did I know it was… that bad, but im sorry, and im sorry for not reaching out that was shitty of me… of all of us.”

I nodded softly, pulling my hands back as I sat up, forcing a smile. 

“It worked out well enough for me, though.”

The laughter that filled the air was like a hug, laughter that I hadn’t heard from him in forever.  

“True true… you guys are good, you're good I didn’t know you had a set of pipes like that” 

“You hang around a certain Kiszka long enough it kind of becomes a second nature” which earned another laugh from the tall man. 

A lot of laughter came from Sam, well, considering we spent 30 minutes straight simply sitting and ‘catching up’ on our lives, which just consisted of me complaining about my life after high school and Sam talking quickly about his new life in Nashville. But I know too well by now all good things come to an end. Sam was dragged out of the room by his manager, telling him he needed to get to the stage in time for the curtain drop. As he left, so did I, returning to my dressing room where the other girls all sat and waited anxiously for my arrival, asking me a hundred questions at a time as I walked back into the room. Almost identical to the conversation I had in the room a few doors down, we spent the better part of the next 2 hours just sitting and talking about the band that left the crowd screaming so loud we could hear it from where we sat. Not that I’ve been secretive about my past it just…didn’t seem important to mention. I had moved on. I think. 

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Eventually, the screams died down, and the show was over. Our manager came in once more, letting us know we were moving to a hotel for the night. Soon, we all moved out to the busses, grabbing what we needed for the night before cramming the four of us into a small Uber to take us to the hotel not more than 15 minutes from the arena. Given it was past midnight, the lobby was dead as we walked in, following behind our manager, looking like four girls on a school trip waiting for their teacher to assign them rooms. Luckily, all of us were in the same hallway, sharing rooms: me/Mikey and Sara/Layla. The hallways were cold once we got off the elevator, giving out ‘goodnight’s and ‘I love you’s to the other two as we got into our rooms. 

We were being hosted by Greta, given the room we had walked into was insanely spacious, and not only that it was rich…really rich. If someone walked in right now, they would see Mikey and I running through our room like we were in heaven, raving about how comfortable the bed was or maybe the fact that the shower had an unnecessary amount of jets that we’d be using without a doubt. The best thing, though? The view. I slid open the big curtains, my jaw almost hitting the floor as I noticed it. 

“Holy shit,” I said quietly, hearing Mikey's laughter die down as she walked up next to me. 

“What-” she started before she too came to see it. 

Our room had a view of a pool, but the pool took up half the property. It stretched from end to end, with a few small hot tubs placed around it, outdoor bars, and tens upon hundreds of empty pool chairs. 

“Let's go” I said, turning quickly from the window as I turned and walked into the lush bathroom, peeling off the outfit I changed into after the show before throwing on a robe over my undergarments. Mikey didn’t have a chance to decline as I threw a robe towards her and soon, the four of us were in bath robes giggling as we ran down the hall towards the elevator, all of us racing to try and press the button before the other. 

The mood was killed quickly though as the elevator doors opened and standing before us was not just Sam but now all four men, bags in hand, looking at us with quizzical expressions. 

“We’re going swimming” Layla blurted, eyeing Sam. 

I just stood there. I just stood there as the once love of my life stood before me, his face cold as ever, his eyes unblinking. Just like that night, all the talking around me froze as my eyes locked on his as he stepped out of the small elevator, the girls now looking at me as they held it open waiting for me to step in. 

“Hello, earth to y/n this thing is fucking beeping get in” Sara’s voice woke me out of the almost trance-like state as I moved my eyes from his, walking into the small elevator as the door slid closed, my eyes on his clean white shoes as it did so. 

“Dude, are you good…” Sara said placing a hand on my shoulder as I turned to look at her, forcing a smile once more. 

“Yeah” shaking my head as I let out a small laugh “Yeah sorry let's go” I said leaning forward and pressing the button to go down.  

I wasn’t going to be the one to bring the mood down, but something about him in front of me…after seven years, it does something to you. My head ran at a hundred miles a minute as the descent down the many flights of the hotel floors came to a close, opening the doors to the lobby once more. As if nothing had happened, we all began up again in the same fit of laughter as we ran down to the pool, dropping our robes on random chairs as we got within arms reach, all of us jumping in without hesitation. Once my body broke through the water, it was like a fresh shower, washing off all the worry and anxiety in my body as I swam up, breaking the surface as I sighed loudly. 

The pool was heated - as I said, this place is rich. 

The only sound that echoed through the area was from the four of us as we splashed around, enjoying the warm liquid on our skins, a small reward for a ‘job well done’ on the opening night of Greta's tour. We stayed in the warm water till our skin got pruney before we decided to switch over to one of the various hot tubs, really getting the most out of our short night stay before we had to be back on the road early the next morning. I leaned my head back against the raised concrete surrounding the hot tub as I closed my eyes, enjoying the steaming water consuming my body, enjoying the peace of the moment. 

That ‘moment’ ended quickly. Too quickly. 

During the time I was stuck in a staring contest with Danny, Layla had taken it upon herself to cordially invite not just Sam but all of the Kiszkas and Danny down to the pool to join us. My eyes opened softly as I heard the familiar voice of Jake greeting everyone as he slipped down into the lowered tub with us, followed by Sam and Josh. No Danny. I couldn’t help the small smile on my face as I realized he hadn’t come too, well that was until he did come. He walked up a few seconds after the others, complaining about the fact that the hotel didn’t offer towels to ‘skinny dippers’. I could hear the laughs coming from the rest of my bandmates but the smile that was once present had faded. Similar to us, they hadn’t brought bathing suits to the hotel tonight and had come down in their boxers. 

Normally, I wouldn’t care, not in the slightest. I had grown up around all of the guys before me, and the girls were the girls, so being in just a bra and underwear wasn’t that big of a deal. However, I was in a bra and underwear, my wet hair pushed back down my back, and sitting directly across from the man I used to call baby. Maybe in this situation, someone else would've kept it cool and collected - but seven years? Seven years changes people, and not just mentally. 

I stared at the water ahead of me, the small bubbles popping as they rose to the top and silence filled the air once more. 

“Good show tonight?” I said coldly as everyone sat around looking at me as my voice broke through the air. 

A mix of yes’s came back in response from mostly all of the guys but Danny…he just sat there, staring down into the space in front of himself, identical to me. It was almost as if he knew how badly he fucked me over, like over these seven years, he's put it beside him but now, now that I sit here in front of him it's a different story. 

“Danny good show?” 

His eyes met mine as mine blazed into his. I wanted him to feel all the pain that I had over these past years. I wanted him to know that getting rid of the ‘random’ that was dragging him down was the worst decision he could've made. 

“Yeah,” he mumbled out. 

“Sorry, what? You know I can’t understand you when you mumble Daniel” a bitter smile forming across my face, my eyes remaining cold. 

“Yes. The show was great.” 

“Great.” 

And there was silence once more, except the air was filled with tension now as everyone else with us in the small pool looked between Danny and me as the quick conversation played out before it died down again quickly. No one moved, no one said anything, and everyone just sat in that pure, thick awkward silence. But me? I couldn’t take it anymore. I’d spent all of my life worrying about what he was doing with his life, where I went wrong with mine, I thought about it all so if this is how tour needed to be - it would be. I stood, sloshing through the warm water as my skin pricked up with goosebumps at the cool night's air. 

“Wait, wait where are you going?”   

I didnt bother turning around as I heard Layla ask the question as I walked up the stairs and onto the cold concrete. 

“Bed. We have to be up early.” My voice now rising as I walked further from the hot tub, not bothering to look back.

I grabbed my robe and slipped it on around my wet body, padding back through the quiet, cold lobby and up to the elevator. I wrapped the robe tighter around myself as I got off the elevator, my feet grateful to be walking on carpeting through the halls as I stuck my room key to the door, immediately going in to start the shower. I slipped off the robe and replaced it with a towel after I took off the damp undergarments sticking to my body, trying to run a brush through my hair before I entered the steaming glass room. Just as soon as I set my brush down a knock came at the door I rolled my eyes shouting out, 

“Im about to shower use your room key,” but the knocking came through once more as I walked towards the door, swinging it open, being met by not Mikey but by the exact reason I came up to my room. 

“Yes?” 

“Can we talk?” 

“I’m about to shower so no” 

“I can wait” 

“I’m showering rather than going to bed, Danny, so no you can go back down there,” I said callously as I moved to shut the door before it hit something, looking down to see Danny's foot in the door. I moved my eyes from his foot to his face as my eyes blazed into his. 

“Move.” 

“Can we please talk?” 

“Im giving you five fucking minutes” I barked as I turned to walk into the bathroom and turn off my shower, slipping back into a bathrobe before walking out, seeing him sitting on one of the beds. 

“I’d rather you not sit on my bed in your soaked boxers” 

“Sorry” he said gently, making quick work to stand, not knowing what to do with his arms as they hung down to the side, looking at me like he was waiting for me to speak. 

“You wanted to talk so talk” 

“I- it's just really good to see you….. You- you look good” 

“Im glad im up to your standards” 

“I never said that-” 

“Am I better than before? More acceptable to be seen with you now that ive matured?” 

“What are you even saying right now y/n.” 

“You dumped me. You looked me in the face and told me I was just some random chick from Frankenmuth. You dumped me and no one, not a single one of you four reached out to me. For seven years straight? And now when you guys need an opening act the ball just so happens to be in my court. Why. Why are you here right now?” 

“I just wanted to talk with you-” 

“And what? Tell me how fucking sorry you are? How much you've missed me? Fucking save it,” I snapped as I walked towards the door once more and held it open “You can go now.”

“No.” 

“Im sorry?”

“No we're not doing this petty bullshit were going to sit and have a conversation about this like adults” 

“Oh, now you want to have a conversation?” I questioned as I slammed the door shut, walking up to him like I was preying on him. 

“y/n-” 

“You fucking low-life piece of shit-” 

“Come on, I mean really?” he questioned, looking at me with pleading eyes. 

“Yes, really Daniel!” My voice now rising, my tone shifting from anger to just pure hatred. 

“I spent the better half of 4 years trying to get my fucking shit together because of YOU. All the fancy riffs or the notes I sing in our songs because of you. I spent so long in such a dark place that my parents forced me to do this shit. They would sit and watch me play or sing for hours because it was that or medications and hospitals. You broke me Danny, and now, you're sitting in my hotel room, wanting to do what try and fix things?” 

He stood silent as I paused for a moment, his eyes now staring down at his own two feet. 

“Exactly. You're too much of a pussy to admit why im even entertaining this, but when it comes to breaking some poor girl's heart, who loved you with everything she possibly could, it was a fucking cakewalk.” I chastised with a bitter laugh as I bit back tears through my words. 

“Sam told me Danny. He literally fucking told me that he wouldn’t talk to me and that none of you would talk to me because of the breakup.” I paused taking a breath to prevent the tears from falling, “Do you know how much I would text the guys? Just for something, any type of conversation and they would never respond because of you.” I cursed out as I walked towards him now standing directly in front of him.  

“You fucking ruined my life,” my hands now turning to fists as I pushed against his chest “You made me hate myself so much,” another hit to his chest, harder now, “and I wrote that fucking song about you,” I screamed as the tears began to stream down my cheeks and onto the floor, “because I missed you and I hated myself for the breakup,” between my fists connecting with his chest to the tears streaming from my eyes, the world started to spin as he grabbed my hands, my movements stopping as I looked up at him, “but in reality…you never actually gave a shit about me did you..?” 

His eyes met mine, the pain running through his hazel irises as he loosened his grip on my wrists, wrapping his arms around my waist as he pulled me into his embrace, the water from the pool hitting my cheek as I wrapped my arms around his body and rested my head on his chest. 

“I always loved you y/n.” 

“I fucking hate you.” I choked out as sobs racked through my body as he held me. All the pain, all the hate I had in me was finally flowing out, and I could feel the weight being lifted off my body. 

Everything was right though. The part of me that was still holding onto the past finally felt at peace, I felt at peace, I was emotional and felt so out of control but…my body knew that I could relax, for this once. 

“Im so sorry” left his lips like a mantra as he held me, placing his head on mine until the crying slowed, and I pulled back, looking up at his with red puffy eyes and cheeks. 

“Do you mean it?” I beckoned softly 

“Mean what?” 

“You love me?” 

“Yes” a small nod following his short, one-worded response. 

“Ok,” I said, my eyes searching his, his face, the way his damp curls fell around his face “ok.” 

“Ok?” 

I nodded softly in response, never taking my eyes from his face as they flickered down to his lips before back up to his eyes, the tension between us running thicker than ever. 

“Do you feel the same?” he whispered, the proximity between the two of us growing closer and closer. 

I picked my shoulders up, sighing as I dropped them, “should I?” 

Now he mocked my movements, nodding slightly as his forehead now rested on mine, our noses centimeters away from touching. 

“Ok..” 

With that, he closed the small distance between our bodies entirely as he planted a soft kiss against my lips. It was slow, gentle, an apology, an apology from the danny I used to love. But soon, his mouth grew hungry against mine as his tongue ran along my bottom lip, seeking entrance. Allowing him in, I moved back slightly, dragging him with me as I shifted my arms to hook around his neck before the back of my thighs hit the edge of my bed. 

Without hesitation, I sat back on the bed as he leaned down to kiss me as I broke away, scooting up further on the bed before lying down fully as he moved on top of me, holding himself up with his arms close to the sides of my head as he drew his center of attention down to my neck. He nipped and licked at my neck as I pushed my head back into the mattress, giving him more access as I felt his cold hand along the top of my thigh. 

His hand traveled along my leg, pushing under the fabric to run along my stomach up to my chest, stopping himself right below my sternum, sliding his hand back down my body once more as I pulled his hair to one side, moving it out of his face. His hand made it back down to my leg, and soon it was not focused on the inside of my thighs, tracing small circles along the inside of them. I used my free hand now to assist him, untying the knot holding the robe together at my waist as I moved the fabric to the side as he moved his kisses slowly down my neck to my chest. 

My head pushed back further as my eyes shut in pleasure as he lowered his mouth onto my chest, bringing a hand up to massage the other as he lowered his mouth onto my breast, while his hand slowly dragged closer and closer into my core, the pleasure building up. 

“O-oh shit” I moaned out as he lifted his mouth from my chest, wasting no time as he lowered it back down onto my left breast as his fingers finally lightly traced up my core, a loud moan erupting from my chest at the light touch. At the sound, he did it once more, now using two fingers and taking his time as he stopped directly on my clit. Carelessly, he pulled them away quickly, a whine leaving my lips at the loss of touch as he brought his hand up to my mouth, pushing down on my lower lip. As I parted my lips slightly, he pushed his fingers deeper and deeper back into my throat as I held back a gag, swirling my tongue around his two fingers before he slowly pulled them back out, bringing them back between my legs. 

The room was filled with the sounds of my moans as I bit down on my lip, trying to quiet myself as he shifted the focus off his lips back up to my neck, my chin, and once again reconnected with my lips as he slid his fingers and down and inside of me, my back arching up at the new feeling as I moaned loudly into the kiss. 

“D-Danny” I mumbled against his lips as his fingers slowly began to start to pump in and out of me. 

I could feel the smirk growing along his lips as he pressed his hips into me slightly, feeling the pressure in his boxers hard along me as I slid a hand from the back of his neck down to his body, tracing slowly down to where they rested along his hips as I slipped a finger into them, tugging them ever so slightly. He wasted no time as he moved his fingers out of me, earning another moan out of me as he shimmed off his underwear, coming back to me as I leaned up into the kiss, pushing back on his shoulders as he fell back on the bed. I shifted gently onto him, straddling him as I picked my hips up, now taking my time to press soft kisses down his jaw to his neck to his chest, leaving small hickeys littered everywhere down his body before leaning back up, placing my hands on his chest as I looked down at him. 

I reached down, grabbing his cock as I aligned him before slowly sinking onto him, both of us moaning out loudly at the familiar yet new sensations. Gradually, I picked up my pace as I started to move on him, his hands sliding up my body and to my chest, grabbing and squeezing at my breasts as my head fell back in pleasure. 

“Fuck I missed you” he moaned out quietly, bringing my head back forward as I watched his head push back like mine had, his eyes shut into tight lines, his mouth open every so slightly, curls sprawled along the mattress. 

Mocking his movements earlier, I took advantage of his state, grabbing one of his hands from my chest as I lifted two of his fingers into his mouth once more before pulling them out and lowering them to my clit, before he took control, setting his own pace now. 

My moaning grew borderline pornographic as I was sure almost everyone on this floor was being awoken by us at the late hour but it didn’t matter. I picked up my pace every so slightly, his cock reaching in deeper than I thought was possible as I leaned back placing my hands on his legs behind me to try and adjust to the new stretch. Deliberately he drew his other hand now away from my chest pressing into my stomach. 

“Want you to feel me here” 

My eyes rolled back at his words, and my mouth opened, pants and small whimpers leaving me because I really could feel him there. I dragged his hand back up to my chest, to which he automatically began to work once more, and between all the places we were connected, I could feel that pit in my stomach starting to grow larger and larger, in need of release. My hips started to falter as I grew closer, just wanting the focus to be his fingers but before I could even blink he had me flipped, my back down on the bed as he made quick work of pushing back into me, as my hand flew to the sheets, gripping at them so hard I could’ve snapped a nail or two. The new pace he had set was quicker than I thought was possible…harder too. 

“I-fuck close” I moaned out against his neck as he lowered himself onto me more before his voice filled my ears. 

“Me too..” he whispered, his hot breath shooting down onto my skin as the moans filled my ears. 

I could now feel him pushing into me for longer, not going as fast as he pushed into me once more, letting out a loud string of moans as his movement faltered and he quicked his pace on my clit, my moans almost matching his as I reached my climax. Tears streamed from my eyes in pleasure as I moaned out his name loudly. Eventually, he slowed completely to a stop, pulling out of me slowly before falling back onto the bed next to me, his chest rising and falling at a rapid pace. 

“You're fucking amazing” 

“Yea I hope I am given the last time I fucked you was when we were teenagers” I sighed turning to look at him, a soft smile growing on my face as he turned to look back at me. 

“I do love you y/n. I haven’t been able to... fully forgive myself or move on. I knew it was wrong and my heart feels so still every time I try to get with someone else I always just think of…. you.” 

I nodded softly, bringing a hand to the side of his face as I pushed the hair out of his eyes muttering softly “I love you too Danny… but you do need to leave; im sharing a room with Mikey” 

“Fuck.” 

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[salty-croissants]

Bullfrog and Rayman x g/n reader : comfort after a long day

As a massive lover of tooth rotting fluff , my first post on this blog just had to be something cute for my favorite boys !

I should specify that writing for me is just a silly hobby , so it might not be very good … plus some moments might be ooc , so I apologize in advance for that .

Now then , let’s get to it !

Details : established relationships , fluff , no trigger warning needed

Bullfrog 💚

Okay , so … I think we should specify that this tiny assassin man absolutely adores you , and he’s grown to know you so well that he can immediately pick up signals of you not feeling at your best : just the way you enter the room he’s in is enough for Bullfrog to realize that something isn’t quite right .

He really doesn’t want to invade your boundaries , but at the same time he really hates to see you looking so sad and tired , so eventually Bullfrog will timidly approach you and ask if something happened …

< y/n , mon cher … is everything alright ? Do you want to talk about it ? >

If the answer is yes , Bullfrog will gladly sit down and listen to you for as long as you need , offering you words of comfort and appreciation with that cute accent of his that always manages to make you smile … but he also perfectly understands if you’d rather not discuss the matter right now : Bullfrog is always happy to be with you , even if it’s just sitting next to each other in silence .

If you’re into physical affection Bullfrog is going to be more than happy to hold you in his arms , regardless how tall you are , giving you sweet little kisses and just enjoying the feeling of having you close to him … he just loves you so much ://)

< Pfft - Bullfrog , that tickles ! >

< Heh , you’re so adorable mon amour … I could stare at that beautiful smile forever ~ >

Rayman 🧡

Similarly to Bullfrog , Rayman is also able to understand fairly quickly if you’re feeling down about something , and despite how busy he often is with his shows he will do all he can to find moments where he can spend time with you : voice of Eden or not , his partner is still what matters most .

Rayman is ready to do anything he can possibly do to help you feel better : wanna go somewhere special ? He will take you there immediately . Wanna just relax and get some rest ? He will be more than happy to just spend some time with you at his lounge , looking at the city lights outside the window while holding each other close … anything feels special to Rayman as long as you’re there .

If you ever feel insecure about yourself , Rayman is quick to put your worries at ease …

< y/n , you’re literally everything I could ever ask for … I wouldn’t be this happy with anyone else , and this is just a fact . You’re just … wonderful , wonderful in every way . >

He will then proceed to shower you with affection , demonstrating his point even further : you really do mean everything to him , and no matter how many adoring fans he has you will always be the only one who could make him feel this way .

Rayman feels bad whenever he is obligated to stop spending time with you to get back on stage ( the Board of Directors constantly monitors their show host to keep an eye on him at all times ) , but he always makes sure to not stay away for too long …

< Sorry love … it’d be amazing to be with you for a little while longer but … >

< It’s okay Ray , I understand . You’re gonna do great tonight , I just know it . >

< Thanks y/n … I’ll be back soon , I promise : we haven’t finished our cuddling session after all ~ >

He then always remembers to give you a loving kiss before heading out , and as you watch him leave you can’t help but feel lucky to have someone like Rayman in your life .

[castlebyersafterdark]

Hello babes ❤️😊 I often journal about my day to day, and do a lot of write-ups about major events, things weighing on my mind, or retrospectives. The turning of the New Year is as good an event as any to write and reflect, so I'm posting a CastleByersAfterDark themed journal online to my dear blog to start off 2025. Thoughts, thanks, and resolutions/goals:

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The last year has been such a game changer. I wasn't having very much fun online anymore which was bothersome for me, since fandom and nerding out over stuff I'm into has been one of main hobbies since I was really young. I still was massively invested in Stranger Things but felt stagnant and burnt out as all I was doing was scrolling and reading and was kinda bored. Found a few blogs on the "spicy" side and the gossip side and lurked with intrigue and envy. Tired of watching and never interacting, I created The Castle and joined all the fine folks I admired. My maelstrom of an imagination finally had a place to process and settle again.

This blog took on a life of its own - where I thought I would use it to simply track ideas for wips and maybe converse with other writers, I never anticipated this interactive space where we can all hang out and chat and share secrets and be totally open at our pseudo, perpetual sleepover online with friends both named and anonymous, from all over the globe. The content might get strange or emotional or filthy or silly here, but I never feel alone in letting my nerdom or freak flag fly and I hope many of you feel the love I certainly feel here and enjoy joining in and doing the same. Fandom feels a lot different than it did when I was thirteen years old, but this corner of the fandom has captured that old school magic. Creativity and freedom and connection.

In 2025, I look forward to this wonderful show we love airing and getting to experience the final season after immense anticipation. I eagerly await watching our beloved Will and Mike play out their beautiful storyline on screen. I am excited for all of the mysteries to unravel and finally be understood and to discover which theories were correct and what none of us could have predicted. I'm anticipatory about seeing a slow burn romance play out and pay off between two boys in an unexpected era and to feel joy and catharsis from a storyline I did not expect in a mainstream show. I look forward to the fun and peace to follow once the truth is finally known without a shred of doubt. I don't plan on going anywhere. Going to be a long year. And nebulous time after. Looking forward to continuing to theorize and draft ideas and hear visions and gab about the actors and Byler. I have so many stories to post. Incredibly happy to be here hanging out with yall. ❤️🫂🫶

REALITY

Something... major... happened to me this past year. Hmm. Wonder what that was? Oh, right. That man of mine decided I'm ok enough and put a ring on it. Hahaha I kid, you all know by now that we are madly in love 😉 2025 I will be married! Gosh. It's been months. Still cannot believe.

We're getting married in the summer and I'm also leaving the country for the first time for our honeymoon. Excited, nervous, filled with joyous anticipation. I always wanted to be someone's boyfriend - check. Found my absolute perfect person and we've helped each other become better people and be the best versions of ourselves. Soon, I will be and have a husband which is the most surreal thing, to have each found our The One, our soulmate. Mentally, I'm telling teenage me "you'll never believe what happens - everything you dream about comes true. Hold on for me, bud." 💙💙

RESOLUTIONS/GOALS

Write more. FINISH writing projects. Stay creative. Practice practice practice art. Continue to strive to be kind. And be kinder to myself. Be more present in real life and ensure time spent on hobbies is time spent worthwhile. Have fun and stay out of discourse. Never stop learning and enjoying the pursuit of knowledge.

Follow the colors as mantra. 🏳️‍🌈 Sex 💗 life ❤️ healing 🧡 sunlight 💛 nature 💚magic and art 💙 serenity 💜 spirit 💖 PEACE AND LOVE TO ALL FOR 2025 😘😘😘

[call-mi-jinx]

Spencer Reid X Reader - "You are smarter than me."

summary: there's a competition between you and reid about who is smarter than who. when he finally confesses something y/n can't get it out of her head so confronts reid about it.

warnings: unknown pining (reader was too busy trying to one up spencer), swearing, making out

Main Masterlist Spencer Reid Masterlist

a/n: hey girliessss! av jus started watching criminal minds and i love spencer's character! don't know if this is completely accurate of his character so pls don't come for me 😂😂 anywaysssss enjoyyyyy xx

spencer reid x fem!reader

Spencer Reid was and still very much is a pain in my arse. We both have IQs of 187, able to read 20,000 words per minute, have 3 PhDs and he thinks it's a competition, but I'm smart enough to know that if we actually put our smarts together then we'd make an unstoppable team for the BAU. However, he thinks it's a stupid competition of who is actually smarter.

So instead of being a normal human being and talking things through with Reid, I decided to play his little game because I've grown to absolutely love pissing him off. It's become my new favorite hobby.

"This guy seems to be a complete psychopath, he shows barely any sympathy. He only has a few close relationships with people, but he even takes advantage of them." Reid says as we're talking about the new guy we're profiling. However, this reminded me of something. Reid is explaining a sociopath, not a psychopath.

"Actually, Reid, you're describing a sociopath. Psychopaths have no empathy while sociopaths have some empathy. And this sociopath we're dealing with has a few close bonds with few people. However, psychopaths have no close bonds with anyone, as they find people easy to manipulate and just a little puppet. The guy we're dealing with enjoys hurting people for personal gain, not enjoyment like a psychopath would." Reid's facial expression makes me grin. He's pissed.

"Good work Y/N." Gideon pats my shoulder as he walks away to get a cup of coffee.

I give Reid a smug look as I go towards the little breakroom. I can feel him quickly following after me, God I love pissing him off, kind of makes me forget that he's so good-looking.

As I get to the breakroom, it's empty, I go towards the cupboard and grab my special mug with little daisies all over the mug with a light blue background. I put a tea bag in the mug and go to put the kettle on but Reid gets in the way.

"Care to move out of the way Reid?" I say as politely as I can but it's hard with the look on his face, I can tell he's angry angry.

"Care to stop making me look like a dumbass?" His jaw tensed as I smirked at how pissed he was.

"Maybe educate yourself a little more then you'd stop looking like a dumbass. It's not my fault I'm smarter than you. One day you're just going to have to deal with it." Reid seems to be getting angrier and angrier with every word I say.

"You are not smarter than me Y/L/N. Just because we have the same IQ, both have 3 PhDs - in which one of them is practically useless - and can read 20,000 words per minute does not mean you're even as smart as me." Reid's tone reeks with venom laced in every word.

"Actually, my degree in biochemistry may be useless to you. But, it's not as useless as you think because it's helped solve cases faster than without my biochemistry PhD. So you are yet again wrong." My smug grin only becomes bigger as I correct him for the 4th time this week. It's Monday.

For once, Reid was absolutely speechless. Not really the reaction I was looking for. And on top of that, his facial expression was calm. Makes me feel uneasy. Very uneasy.

"You know what Y/N. I'm just going to end this right now. You are smarter than me. And you want to know why I'm admitting all of this right now? Because I am tired of pretending that we don't want each other. I'm tired of pretending not to see the look on your face when I'm wearing that particular shirt that I know you like." My breathe hitches at even the slightest mention of that shirt, he always looks so damn good in it. "And I know you're getting tired of it too, especially because of the glances you send my way from your desk." He was now inches away from my face, his breathe fanning against my ear.

As he finished talking, he pulled his face away gave me a small knowing smile and walked out of the room. I was flabbergasted. Reid wanted me? Like in that way?

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For the rest of the day, I stared at the case files. What Reid said took me aback. Not even I knew how I felt about him until he mentioned all those things.

I was taken out of my trance when someone knocked at the door. "Come in." I sigh as I lean back in my chair. When the door opens, I see JJ.

"JJ, what's up?" JJ sits down in the chair opposite mine. She has a warm smile on her face as we make eye contact.

"We've cracked the case! It wasn't the husband who killed her. It was the gardener because he was having an affair with the husband and wanted the husband all for himself!" JJ was ecstatic, it took us almost 3 weeks to crack this case.

"How did you figure it out?" I leaned on my desk, almost as happy as JJ finding out that we cracked the case.

"Wasn't me, it was you." I leaned back in my chair in shock.

"Me? What did I do?" JJ smiled and leaned forward on my desk.

"Reid told us that your correction to his mistake helped him find out that the gardener was a diagnosed sociopath and the only person who fit the description. At first the gardener wasn't even considered by how well he and the husband covered up their affair!" I leaned back in my chair, guess Reid really meant it when he said our 'competition' was over.

"Glad I was able to help." I had a small awkward smile on my face, the mention of Reid reminded me of what he had said to me earlier.

"Also, we're all going out to celebrate. The bar 2 blocks from your apartment building. 8 o'clock." She smiles at me before closing the door.

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As I arrived at the bar, everyone was there. JJ, Garcia, Morgan, Gideon, Hotchner, Greenaway. And Reid. God why did he have to look so good? The way he styled his hair, the clothes he wore, the way he presented himself.

I made my way to JJ and Garcia who, from what I heard on my way over, were talking about how buzzed they were about solving the murder.

"Y/N! Heard you were the one who solved the case! Well done! Proud of you flower!" Garcia hugged me, I looked over her shoulder to see Reid staring at me, he had a look on his face that I couldn't pinpoint and haven't ever seen before. Especially not on his face.

"Thank you. It was Reid who helped me actually. If he didn't make a small error I wouldn't have even mentioned that the killer was a sociopath." I tucked some hair behind my ear as I smiled shyly.

"Reid told us you'd say that. Speaking of, how come you and Reid are giving the credit to each other? Usually you both argue for the credit." JJ had a suspicious look on her face as Garcia stated this.

"We just had a chat in the breakroom and decided it was the adult thing to do and stop our little competition we had going on." JJ and Garcia wasn't convinced but they nodded their heads anyway.

As the night went on, everyone except for me and Reid got drunk. Because I don't really like being around drunk people, I sat in a booth away from everyone else.

I was looking through Instagram on my phone when I felt the seat next to me dip with someone's weight. I looked up from my phone to see Reid next to me.

"Hey Reid, what's up?" Reid had the same look on his face from earlier. Made heat rush straight to my face.

"You still thinking about what I said earlier?" He rested his face on his hand as he stared at me intently. The heat in my face only grew more as he spoke. I never noticed how much I actually like the sound of his voice.

"What exactly did you say Reid?" I tease him a little bit. I remember exactly what he said. Word. For. Fucking. Word.

"Please don't make me say it again, I had a sudden urge of confidence in that moment and just then." He leaned back and looked at me pleadingly.

It made me giggle. How introverted he is but when he wants to be he can be the most extroverted person ever.

"Don't worry love, I remember and cannot stop thinking about what you said." I leaned closer to him, leaving just a few inches between our faces.

"R-really? I... I-I was kind of hoping you wouldn't." He had an awkward and embarrassed look on his face.

"And why's that?" I lean slightly closer, I can feel his breathe quicken.

"B-because you obviously don't feel the same way, the way you oppose me every chance you get, the way you look at me when I correct you, the tone of voice you use when you speak to me. The facts are there Y/N, to anyone it'd seem like you almost hate me in a way." When Reid was stating the facts I felt horrible, he thought I hated him. I could never hate him, I just hate when people correct me.

"Spencer. I don't hate you. I could never hate you. I just hate when someone corrects me. Especially when we're in front of other people that I care about the opinions of. It's because when someone corrects me, I feel like a failure. When it used to happen in school, I'd always go red in the face and want to curl up in a ball. It's nothing against you Spencer." Reid's face lit up.

"That's the first time you've used my first name. And you used it twice!" He had the biggest smile on his face.

"That's all you could focus on?" I chuckle and lean back then forward again.

"Well not actually, but it's a huge thing because we've known each other for years and you've always called me Reid because we've always had this sort of rivalry going on-"

"Shut up and kiss me Reid." I say before placing both my hands on his cheeks and connecting our lips. He kissed me back after quickly processing what I just did.

His hand went to my waist shortly after to pull me closer. His other hand went to my neck and pushed my head closer to his. The kiss was desperate but also freeing.

We eventually pulled away to catch our breath and giggled like school children as we made eye contact.

"I guess the facts are not there." He breathed out a chuckle, his hands staying where he had placed them, not wanting to let go. Of me. Of this moment.

"Guess you don't know everything Spencer." I had a smug smile on my face. He rolled his eyes before he peppers my face with kisses.

"You have always been such an ass Y/L/N." I mock an offended look on my face and place my hand on my heart.

"Such a hurtful thing to say Reid." We both giggle as we lean in for another kiss.