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maternal instinct II a.russo x reader
maternal instinct II a.russo x reader
"you're sure you don't want us to stay? cook dinner? help unpack? provide general love and company? we're more than happy to lessi!" beth pressed as alessia smiled at her friends and now club teammates.
"yes. i promise i'll be fine, we've got tomorrow off and i'll unpack then. i love you all very much but i'm exhausted!" alessia chuckled tiredly as her friends nodded in understanding. "well call us if you need anything yeah? anything." leah pushed as alessia nodded, opening the door for them.
"do you want us to come over tomorrow night? i'll cook!" lotte offered making alessia laugh as they hovered by the door. even more of the girls having helped her alongside her family and the movers today alessia's social battery was nearing zero, so as much as she appreciated everyones love and concern, she really just needed the time to recharge.
"i will speak to you all tomorrow, goodbye!" alessia hinted heavily, her friends hugging her and finally taking off toward the elevators as the blonde stood in her doorway and waved them off as still they lingered for a moment.
her lips curled into a smile and she shook her head as leah was finally pulled into the elevator, hanging around as if alessia might change her mind, her hand shooting out to wave before beth smacked it back inside and the doors closed.
"rawr!" alessia jumped a foot in the air and slipped, crashing down to the floor with a groan and a wince. "oh my god isabella!" she heard an unfamiliar voice hiss as footsteps thumped over and a hand extended to help her up.
"i am so so sorry." alessia found herself speechless as she was pulled up and faced the new voice, met with a gorgeous stranger who looked as though she couldn't have been too dissimilar in age to alessia herself.
"she learned what a practical joke is at school last week and she thinks its hilarious to scare people, nearly gave the poor elderly gent four doors down a heart attack yesterday." the stranger sighed and thats when alessia noticed the tiny girl hidden behind her leg, peering out every now and then.
"its okay, really. i was born with two left feet so it doesn't take much for me to hit the floor." alessia joked, rubbing her tailbone which she was sure would be bruised tomorrow from the impact. "well i'm still very sorry, its hardly very welcoming when your new neighbours have you tumbling over to the floor, you just moved in today right?" the girl smiled kindly as alessia nodded.
"i promise its no problem, i'm alessia." the blonde held her hand out as you introduced yourself and shook it. "this is isabella" you nodded down to your five year old daughter hidden behind your leg.
"bella say hi and say sorry for scaring alessia please." you requested softly, hand gently guiding your daughter out from behind you as alessia squatted down, well aware her height wouldn't help the young girl feel any less intimidated.
"hi, sorry for scaring you." the girl mumbled, still clinging onto your leg as she glanced up at alessia with a shy smile. "thats okay, i've got two big brothers and i liked to scare them when i was your age too." alessia grinned, bellas smile widening at her words.
"its very lovely to meet you, i like your shoes." alessia pointed downward before shuffling a little so the girl could see she was sporting the same ones.
"woah your feet are huge!" bella gasped with wide eyes, bending down to poke at alessia's trainers making her laugh as you winced. "sorry! she's not got much of a filter, i'm working on it." you sighed with a small chuckle as alessia pushed up to stand again.
"hey honesty is the best policy right?" alessia joked kindly as bella continued to poke at her shoes and you gently pulled her away.
"well we'll leave you to settle in but welcome to the building! i'm sure we'll see you around alessia." you gave her another smile and turned back toward your own apartment, the blonde grinning as isabella gave her an enthusiastic wave before sprinting inside.
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and indeed it wasn't very long before alessia saw either of you again.
"oh shit! no no no." alessia panicked, feeling around in her pockets and shaking her bag but coming up empty, suddenly having a vision of her keys where she'd left them on the counter this morning, too used to having them connected to her car key but not having gotten around to it with this new set just yet.
grabbing out her phone she called the building manager, huffing when it instantly went to voicemail and didn't even allow her to leave one. wracking her brain for what her next move could be she tapped her foot and flicked through her contacts, though no one would really be able to help her unless they were a locksmith.
so with a sigh she left her bag by her door and moved to stand in front of yours, raising her fist and knocking a few times. but when there was no answer she turned away assuming you weren't home, barely making it a few steps before the door clicked.
"alessia?" you called out curiously, the blonde turning with a sheepish smile. "i'm really really sorry to bother you, but i've locked myself out and i can't get through to mr brooks." alessia rubbed the back of her neck, shifting her weight from one foot to the other.
"he'll be playing poker, turns his phone off on saturdays. does anyone have your spare?" you chuckled, alessia shaking her head. "its still inside. with moving in and settling in at my new club and trainings and media appearances i haven't had a chance." alessia groaned, throwing her head back as you gave her a look of sympathy.
"look i'm well aware we were all taught about stranger danger in school, but would you like to wait inside? i've got a number for a good locksmith, he works weekends he might just take a few hours if he's got other jobs." you offered kindly, alessia stuttering out that she didn't want to be a bother.
"you wouldn't be, i promise. i just made lunch and there's more than enough for two." you assured, opening your door wider and gesturing for her to join.
"i don't bite! i promise." you joked, a smile curling onto the taller girls lips as she finally accepted the offer, grabbing her bag and stepping inside your apartment.
"bella's at her dads." you answered while dishing you both up a bowl, alessia not needing to ask but clearly noting the lack of your daughter. "alessia you can sit down." you laughed at how awkward she seemed, finding it quite endearing and a tiny bit cute.
"my friends call me less, or lessi." alessia clarified, leaving her bag by the door and taking a seat at your dining table. "we're friends already? maybe that stranger danger lecture hasn't sunk in for you." you teased with a grin, alessia's face blushing bright red.
"no! i didn't mean that sorry i just meant-" the blonde rambled as you placed the bowl of pasta down in front of her. "i'm only teasing, less." you smiled, taking a seat across from her and nodding for her to eat, the girl declining your offer of a drink.
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"nah i just don't know if i can get over that." alessia denied with a firm shake of her head as you playfully swatted at her arm, the two of you now sat much more comfortably on your lounge getting to know each other.
"i was five! i didn't know any better." you laughed, snatching back the photo from her grip which showed a much younger you sat on your fathers shoulders at a liverpool game, jersey on and face painted.
"you can ask you know." you smiled knowingly as alessia's eyes hovered on a picture of you and bella when she was just a baby, bundled up in a bright blue blanket stitched with tiny pink flowers your mother had made.
"ask what?" alessia questioned with a confused frown. "about her, being a teen mum is interesting to everyone. you're just too polite to acknowledge it unlike most other people." you smiled as alessias cheeks flushed red, wondering if you had some sort of mind reading power.
"i didn't-i wouldn't want to-" alessia stammered out quickly. "you wouldn't, i promise. there's not much i've not been asked before really." you assured gently as alessia nodded, more as if to reassure herself than assure you.
"how old were you?" the blonde asked after a short pause had passed. "eighteen when i fell pregnant, nineteen once i gave birth. yes it was an accident, no i didn't know her dad before we got drunk and slept together. we were young and stupid, the condom broke and i told him it was fine!" you rolled your eyes at your own reckless decision.
"so he's..." alessia trailed off, clearly still feeling a little awkward which made you chuckle. "he's in the picture. he's a good guy and a good dad but like i said we didn't know each other. naturally he freaked out when i told him, i didn't hear from him for a few months but i also didn't expect anything from him." you shrugged.
"my parents were actually much more supportive than i thought. it took me the longest to tell them because i was scared but they promised no matter what i chose they'd support me, and it meant more than they'll ever know." you smiled softly at the memory as alessia hung off your every word.
"so he came back into the picture, his parents took a little more convincing but between all of us we came up with a plan before she was even born. we alternate weekends and given i work at her school and live closest to the doctors and our parents she lives with me most of the time, but he takes her on tuesday and thursday afternoons and we communicate when things don't work or if he wants to see her more." you explained as alessia nodded.
"that sounds really healthy." the blonde observed, leaning her head on her hand, elbow pressed into the back of the lounge. "did the two of you ever try and-" alessia clearly struggled to find the right words making you smile.
"we both just want whats best for her. we established pretty early on that we're absolutely not each others person but we are hers, and she comes first always." you answered as now alessia smiled softly, clearly seeing how much you cared for your daughter.
your conversation stilled as there was a few sharp knocks at the door clearly in some sort of intended pattern, and seeing the curious look on alessia's face you chuckled. "i'd love to say thats the locksmith but that'll be bella." you smiled, standing up to your feet and making your way over to the door.
you'd barely opened it a few centimetres before your daughter was wiggling her way through and crashing into you, tightly hugging your leg and making you laugh.
alessia watched on fondly from the lounge, a smile curling into her lips as she watched the interaction, a few words exchanged between your ex and yourself confirming arrangements for next week before bella noticed the new person on the lounge.
"big feet!" your daughter chirped in greeting as you closed the front door and your cheeks flushed red with embarrassment. "bella! that is not her name." you told her off flashing alessia an apologetic wince who waved it off, grin on her face.
"why are you here?" bella asked curiously, climbing up onto the lounge and settling herself next to alessia, wiggling around to get comfortable. "i did something very silly and i locked my keys inside my house!" alessia smacked her hand against her forehead with a scoff making bella giggle.
"did your dad feed you or is the monster in your stomach hungry bel?" you called out, her head popping up over the back of the lounge. "mmm dad fed me. but not the monster, the monsters hungry!" bella announced as you hummed in understanding.
"and what is the monster hungry for?" you questioned with an amused smile. "alessia whats your favourite sandwich?" bella turned to the footballer beside her who looked caught off guard. "oh gosh um, ham and cheese?" alessia spoke out the first thing which came to mind.
"ham and cheese please! one for the monster and one for big feet." bella answered with a concise nod as you sighed at the nickname but found yourself relieved as alessia only laughed.
"so bella, tell me about this monster in your tummy. how on earth did it get in there?"
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"snap! i win." bella cheered happily, jumping around with a grin as alessia groaned dramatically, collapsing back into the lounge with a playful frown.
"you are just too fast! i didn't even see your hand move. do you have super powers?" alessia tutted with a shake of her head as you smiled, admittedly melting at how easily she seemed to get along with your daughter.
"its cause the monsters brain and my brain mash together and make one huge brain so i'm really fast and strong and smart! but its okay you're not very good at this game." bella explained, patting the strikers knee apologetically for the loss making you laugh and alessia jokingly shove at your shoulder.
the game was interrupted by another few knocks at the door, bella climbing back onto the lounge to continue chattering away to alessia as you stood to answer.
"all fixed." you smiled as paul handed you the new key, seeing alessia's door had been opened. "thank you! i'll just go-" you turned as the older man quickly shook his head. "don't be silly love. i owed your dad a favour anyway, tell him its paid up." he promised as you thanked him and offered a tea or coffee, paul apologizing stating he'd have to leave, needing to run off to another job.
thanking him again you waved the man off and closed your door. "good news! you're in." you smiled, holding the key up as alessia exhaled a deep sigh of relief. "thank you so much, wait where did he go? i didn't even pay!" alessia panicked as you quickly reassured her it was fine.
"he owed my dad a favour, break in was free of charge." you teased lightly, handing her the key as the colour returned to her face. "thank you again, and for letting me potato it out on your lounge all afternoon. i hope you didn't have any plans?" alessia worried as you shook your head.
"none at all, really it was lovely getting to know you a bit better. bella and i haven't really met many people in the building, i know she can be...a lot sometimes." you put lightly, glancing at your daughter over alessia's shoulder where she sat on the floor making two of her dolls wrestle one another.
"no way, i wish i was half as cool as she is when I was her age." alessia laughed, hand squeezing your knee in reassurance before she stood. "but i should really get out of your hair. thank you for lunch too! i'd love to return the favour if you and bella would like to come over for dinner sometime?" alessia offered with a kind smile.
"we would!" bella answered before you could, appearing between the two of you suddenly with a grin as you rolled your eyes fondly. "well you're both more than welcome." alessia promised, bending down to isabella's height with a grin that matched hers.
"thanks for playing with me big feet!" alessia nearly fell backward as the five year old threw her arms around her neck in a tight hug before racing off and leaving you shaking your head after her as alessia pushed back up to her feet.
grabbing her bag alessia stepped outside as you gave her a smile so warm it nearly bowled her back over again, the blonde finding herself lingering on your doorstep despite her own apartment being a mere few feet away.
"um. could i maybe grab your number? so we can organise dinner!" alessia clarified quickly, her ears flushing pink as a hundred worries that she'd make you uncomfortable rushed to the forefront of her mind.
this wasn't like her, she didn't ask for strangers numbers and spend hours in their apartments and invite them over for dinner. and yet, here she was doing all of that and finding herself near praying you'd say yes.
"sure." you nodded happily, holding your hand out for her phone which alessia hurried to tug out of her pocket, unlock and and place down gently into the palm of your outstretched hand.
watching as you added in your number and handed it back to her, the two of you fell into a few beats of comfortable silence, exchanging a smile which seemed to be a wordless farewell.
"wait!" alessia paused as she was turning to head back to her own apartment, watching bella wiggle her way out of of the half closed door. "here." she held out a small pink and blue braided bracelet up to the striker.
"so you can put your key on it and wear it so you don't lock it inside again!" the five year old smiled, patting alessia's leg before racing off back into the apartment. "thank you!" alessia called out with a tender smile, sending you a nod which you returned with a soft smile before your apartment door closed and alessia turned to head into her own.
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"and then you have to make sure there's lots of flour on the board." alessia instructed as bella nodded and you watched on with a smile, the two in your kitchen making both dinner and a mess.
the dinners had become sort of an unspoken routine, the first one at alessias house running so late that bella had wound up taking a much needed nap in alessia's spare room while the two of you spoke for hours and hours.
since then you found yourself in her kitchen or her in yours at least once a week, alessia one of the most patient women you'd ever met as she made sure to include your daughter in all of the cooking, keeping an eye nearly as watchful as yours on her energetic five year old sous chef.
you'd of course taken charge more than once and cooked for her, but you noticed that alessia genuinly enjoyed cooking for others, and you would always notice the clear joy in her eyes when you and bella clearly expressed how good her cooking was, your daughters tummy monster rapidly becoming her biggest fan.
"then we carefully use this little roller and we roll and roll and roll, and look! it cuts the pasta into little shapes." alessia explained, her hand guiding isabella's which was clamped around the tool, the girls face ablaze with wonder.
"woah! so cool." bella exhaled, eyes wide as you met alessia's gaze with a soft smile, your cheeks becoming a little warm as the taller girl sent you a wink and turned her attention back to your daughter.
you'd be lying to yourself if you said you hadn't noticed that maybe you might harbour some more than friendly feelings for your blonde neighbour, but you were also very used to squashing these and compartmentalizing what your priorities were.
"does the monster want red sauce or green sauce?" alessia asked, pulling a face and making bella giggle from where she sat on the counter swinging her legs to and from.
"red." bella paused as if to consult with the imaginary gremlin inside her before deciding as alessia smiled at the sight. all it had taken was one joke that your daughters appetite must be because she had a monster living in her tummy and she'd ran with it, proudly telling everyone and anyone about her new best friend.
you left them to it and turned your attention to the report cards scattered across the dining room table, all that was left was to check you'd covered everyone in your class and sign it off and your weekend would be stress free.
what you failed to notice though was that as much as you'd sneak a glance at alessia every now and then with a soft smile, the moment you'd look back away she was doing the same, feelings which matched yours fluttering away in her stomach but unsure what to do about them.
the decision came later that night when bella had been tucked in and was long asleep, much to her demands that she should be allowed to stay up and join your 'girls night' because she was a big girl and she didn't have school tomorrow.
but with alessia saying goodnight and promising to come over on the weekend before hiding away in your bedroom occupying herself watching tv.
so thinking she now wasn't missing out on anything you'd then wrestled the five year old into bed and read her her favourite story, bella not even making it five pages in before her eyes drooped and suddenly she was dead asleep.
despite that you still read through the story cover to cover, having done so ever since she was little you weren't about to break the tradition now.
kissing her forehead and very quietly making your way out of the room, you closed her bedroom door with the most gentle click possible and exhaled, crossing the hallway to your own bedroom.
"we're safe!" you joked, knocking on the door frame as the blonde looked up from her phone. "what did i miss then?" you moved to sit beside her on the bed, both you and alessia watching the night agent together.
"another murder, loads of anonymous phone calls, nothing serious." alessia shrugged, whining as you smacked her leg. "who got murdered! thats not a detail to be skipped over russo." you clicked your tongue as she playfully rolled her eyes.
"maybe if you hadn't watched ahead and forced me to catch up, i might have been more forth coming with information." alessia shrugged pulling a face as you scoffed.
"i only watched ahead because you bailed on dinner last week!" you teased shoving her. "oh i am so sorry for being sick and not wanting to share germs, how horribly selfish of me." alessia gasped as you nodded. "i'm so glad you're finally seeing it from my point of view." you sighed, squealing as her fingers dug into your sides.
"no no no i'm sorry!" you begged, trying to push her off as her fingers attacked, poked and prodded at your sides. "less!" you laughed out, trying to shove her off as the two of you grappled, alessia now squealing as your hand poked at her ribs which were just as ticklish as yours.
"okay okay, truce!" alessia panted out, your body half on top of hers as your hands left one anothers bodys and you collapsed a little into her, both of you vibrating against one another with much more gentle laughter.
a silence fell between you as you pulled your head off of her chest, glancing down at her and finding yourself immediately sucked into the vibrant baby blue pools of her affectionate gaze.
alessia's own eyes also locked in with yours, suddenly becoming very aware of the close and pressed together nature of your bodies, the taller girl pushing herself up ever so slightly, noticing you didn't recoil away as her face was now mere centimeters from yours.
her eyes searched your face for any sign that you didn't want this as much as she did, coming up a little unsure unable to completely read your expression decided to just take a chance.
you weren't caught completely off guard at the sudden feel of her soft lips pressed to yours, but your breath did hitch slightly as her hands ever so carefully cupped your face, deepening it a little but not pushing things too far.
but that tiny adjustment in position was all it took for the alarm bells to ring in the back of your head and your walls to shoot right back up from where she'd spent weeks scaling over them and sneaking her way into your life.
so you pulled away and sat up, forcing your eyes away and missing how her face fell at your change in body language, regret burning her mouth like it was full of bitter ashes.
"i am so sorry, i should go." alessia managed out, sitting up as you caught the hints of insecurity in her tone and she quickly hurried out of your bedroom. "less wait!" you rushed after her and grabbed her wrist as she stood by your front door, heart feeling as if someone was squeezing it in their fists at the look on her face.
"i do like you, really. but i come with...a lot of baggage." you sighed out, alessia's face curving downward into a frown.
"i have a child alessia. bella is my life and i would never ever do anything to confuse or hurt her, and bringing people in and out of my life that aren't just friends can be really hard to understand at her age." you started, running a hand through your hair with another sigh.
alessia waited a moment to see if you continued, but when you didn't she took intitiative to speak up for herself.
"i'd love to say i understand that but i don't have a child so that would be a lie. but i know bringing someone romantically into your circle can be a lot, with or without other things going on-" alessia started softly.
"-but i really like bella. i wasn't lying when she said she is literally the coolest kid i've ever met, and looking at her mum its no wonder she is such a special, kind and loving little human being. but again, i can imagine that at her age it can be really scary to dangle someone in front of her that she bonds with and connects with and when things don't work out and they leave, how hard it would be to explain why." alessia continued sincerely, gaze locked with yours.
"i would never rush you into anything. obviously this is different than a normal relationship when there's a third parties feelings being taken into consideration, but i promise to never overstep with that, everything can be on your terms." alessia promised, a lump in your throat at the tenderness her words seemed to carry.
alessia found herself pulling you into a hug, your body melting perfectly into hers as you found a warmth blossoming in your chest as your face pressed into her shoulder, her strong arms holding you tight within them, chin hooking over your shoulder as she stood a head or so taller.
"i also really like you, and i've loved getting to know both you and bella. i'd love to see where this might go but i know there's more to think about than just you and i, so i promise i'm happy being friends too. just...think it over." at those words she let you go, tugging your door open and pressing a kiss to the crown of your head before suddenly she was gone, only the lingering feeling of her lips against your skin all that was left.
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FOR MORE YEARS TO COME
pairing: leon kennedy x gn reader.
summary: Just Leon celebrating New Year. Brief mentions of alcohol (He doesn't drink) and suggestive words but nothing much. This is once again straight up fluff hehe.
wc: 1.2k something short to end this year.
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The room was filled with cheerful voices and background music. Chris and Claire have so gratefully held a New Year's Eve party and obviously, both Leon and you were invited.
Parties weren't Leon's thing, being surrounded by people and not being able to hear anything that happened outside those 4 walls made him a bit fidgety. Nonetheless, this would be the first time he gets to spend this amazing holiday with his most trusted people.
And you, of course.
On his right hand, there is a glass of orange juice – since he has long stopped drinking alcohol, for his and your sake. He took a sip and excused himself before approaching you.
You were on the balcony, admiring the view Chris' apartment provided. The night sky was adorned by fireworks which flooded your heart with a warm feeling of joyfulness.
That's it until you feel a tap on your shoulder.
“Lovely night, isn't it?” He flashes a charming smile to you. He carried an aura of mischievous and teasing, and with the way he spoke, you could sense he was indulging in some type of light-hearted role-playing.
“It surely is.” You chuckle and shake your head. Being with Leon was never boring and he made sure you always remember that.
“May I have your name?” Leon asks, placing his elbow on the railing. He holds the orange juice glass as if it were an expensive liquor, giving him the appearance of a playboy or some flirty random dude.
“I have a boyfriend.” You try your best to hide the smirk that is threatening to form on your face.
“That's a weird name but hey, I won't judge you.” He brings his glass of orange juice to his lips, chuckling while doing so.
“Sir, I have a boyfriend.” You responded back, crossing your arms trying to sound pissed.
“Yeah, but I don't see him.” He grins, making a fool of himself just for the sake of watching you laugh.
You just roll your eyes at Leon's act. And he takes this opportunity to snake an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him.
“Hey! My boyfriend is going nuts if he sees this.” You feign a disgusted expression even though your hands betray your words, they quickly find their place on Leon's shoulder.
“Let him be.” He murmured as he nuzzled his face on your cheek, his stubble feeling like sandpaper against your skin.
Although dating Leon had his ups and downs, especially after a rough phase when he pushed everyone away, you still loved him nonetheless. You knew it wouldn't be easy and it never will be, but you could always try with him.
Naturally, life isn't a straight line that would always give him misery and depressive thoughts. After a storm, there's always a rainbow and he believes he's finally seeing colors when everything used to be black and white.
Opening up with friends slowly brought back his usual self. He still wonders if his life is going on the right track, especially when one of his missions gets too hard to handle. However, as soon as he looks back and sees how many great things he has achieved, a smile forms on his face.
Just like right now, as your perfume fills his nostrils he can't help but feel like a teenager in love. He doesn't care that he's basically clinging onto you, life’s too short to be shy about showing his love to his love.
“Someone's being clingy.” You drop the act as your fingers run through his hair.
“I missed you.” His words are muffled as his lips are glued to your right cheek.
“I was away just for a minute.”
“Worst minute of my entire life.”
You laugh. Like him, you often get overwhelmed by these festivities. You appreciate the thought, but sometimes, recharging your social battery is very much needed.
“So…” The way he stretched that so immediately made you think that something was stirring in that brain of his. “Wanna go somewhere more private?”
You didn't miss the sultry tone in his voice.
And neither did you miss the opportunity.
“Ah…”
Both of you let out a satisfied breath as you snuggle closer to one another, a thick blanket surrounding your bodies as a movie plays in the background.
When you first heard Leon's proposal, your mind wandered through each different scenario. Most of them include both of you tangled in the sheets after a session of private time.
However, after making up an excuse, saying goodbyes, and wishing everybody a happy new year, you found yourself in a predicament.
As soon as you reached your home, exhaustion took over the both of you. So, when you walked towards the bedroom, you gave each other a look that could only translate into:
Cuddling time.
So, that's how you find yourself now. Cocooned in the blankets and letting out soft breaths, drowning in the sea of peace and tranquility, something that Leon has grown to love.
“What time is it?” Leon suddenly asks with a calm voice, not wanting to break the pleasant atmosphere that was set in the room.
“Mhm… Don’t know.” You murmur, laziness taking over you as your hand clumsily attempts to find your cell phone.
After wriggling and writhing for a hot minute, you finally found your cell phone and returned to your previous position. Your tired eyes focus on the screen as the clock reads 11:58 PM.
“Fuck, It’s almost midnight.” You tell Leon, showing him the time.
He slowly turns his head from the TV back to you, an adoring gaze adorning his face while doing so.
“Would you look at that? Another year of being stuck with me.” Leon jokes as he presses his forehead against yours, his blue eyes almost heart-like as he admires you.
This year has been… hectic for both of them. But especially to him. After almost giving up and selling his soul to his own addiction and despair, he could finally see the light at the end of the tunnel, even though it was still so faint that he could barely believe he was lucky enough to live a simple life.
But there he is.
His life as an agent wasn’t done, far from that. However, he has made peace with his broken pieces. He couldn’t fix something that was inherently his, but he could surely embrace it and keep moving forward.
After he said those words, you simply chuckled and gave him a warm smile. You were proud of how far he has come.
“I love you.”
“I love you more.”
And for a moment, you let the silence fill your room. Safe and love are the words Leon would often use to describe what being with you means. And in moments like these, he restates his own statement.
Eventually, you break the silence as you turn on your cell phone one more time. You checked the time and it no longer showed a two-digit hour.
“I guess that I have to say Happy New Year?” You laugh as you admit that both of you have missed the New Year’s countdown, even though you were in solitude.
“Well… Happy New Year to you too, my love.” He says, a grin appearing on his face. “But that makes me realize something…”
With the way his goofy smile remained tugged on his lips, you could already guess what he was trying to say.
“Please, don’t say it.”
“I haven’t kissed you since last year!”
Another year with his corny jokes…
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Angel is the Centerfold
prompt: insecurity runs deep when Eddie's secret lady-love finds the worn pages of a centerfold - marked on a woman who looks nothing like her.
pairing: Eddie Munson x female!cheerleader!reader
fandom masterlist: Stranger Things
note: you ever just get overwhelmed and wanna dip off for a week because you need to recharge your battery? reader's actually able to do that here - lucky ducky.
word count: 2.7k
warnings: cursing (when isn't there), insecurity, small angst, comfort ending i guess.
Let's be honest, high school wasn't easy on anyone. Sure, some people could slip through the cracks while remaining unnoticed, unseen, unheard, and never bothered. Others weren't as lucky but it wasn't as bad or pressured as some other lives in high school.
I wasn't gonna make excuses for the other jocks but I found life just flowed a little simpler if I nestled myself securely on the outskirts of social circles.
I was once lead in the spring musical last year and liked to keep up with my drama friends; I was voted in as class president in October; pitcher on the softball team; might've even found myself on the cheerleading squad.
Did it make sense? Probably not to others.
But for the way my mind liked to race, keeping extra busy with a plethora of friends was easier. I was never in one 'crowd' and could hop around freely to my choosing; occasionally even hopping over to the Hellfire Club on a few random days.
Those were the conversations I was most animated in.
These guys never gave a fuck and liked pushing creative envelopes. So, they wouldn't push me about my home life but sure as shit pushed me into whether or not I thought Luke Skywalker was hot or not. Gareth was running a very important poll and it was vital I give them my honest opinion on the Jedi.
If I wanted, I usually had a seat at Hellfire, too. I couldn't make every game and usually my character was someone fleeting due to my busy schedule... But it was how I came to really get to know Eddie Munson better. He was the Dungeon Master and was always willing to hang for an extra hour to go over some details about the campaign or game.
If I didn't understand something, he was breaking it down for me. He teased me, sure, but never made me feel lesser-than for not grasping a concept completely.
It could've been the reason we started hanging out at his trailer.
Maybe it was also because life was finally catching up to me and overwhelming me in a tsunami wave of stress, and I needed an escape.
Either way, one moment, I'm content being a busy little bee, and the next, I'm crying my eyes out at Eddie Munson's trailer as a roach smoldered in a glass ashtray between us.
It became something of a regular occurrence for us. Sometimes, I ran into his Uncle Wayne on his way out to work and other times, it was nearly pitch black when I arrived. But Eddie was always welcoming; never complaining when I'd burrow into one of his hoodies for comfort; content to roll a joint and let the pair of us rant about our weekly worries.
I guess he got sick of hearing me complain so much because one evening, perhaps while rambling, Eddie leaned forward and seared his lips on mine. He made some comment about shutting me up like this from now on before pressing his tongue into my mouth and commandeering every known thought I had.
It worked... For the first couple months.
It was nice to feel like I had something private, 100% for myself. Nobody knew that Eddie Munson was the guy I spent my free time with; they didn't need to know I started blowing them off in favor of him. They didn't know how we would lay in his bed, fucking, talking, laughing, smoking; they never needed to know how he whispered sweet nothings in my ear, and like a fool, how I ate it up.
It was private. Eddie was private.
Stolen glances in the hallway, a few kisses in empty classrooms.
But then... It turned a little repetitive.
Once, I'd met him in the woods (per his request) and when I arrived 'early', he was in the midst of another deal. Waving me off as "another customer that can wait", he turned to the boy in front of him and all but basically ignored me.
I knew we weren't public, but damn, right?
And there was the time when my Mom's car tire blew and she couldn't pick me up from softball practice... But Hellfire had just let out and when I asked Eddie for a ride home, he chuckled, "I would, princess, but I don't think I could fit your reputation in my van."
I get there were some other people around when I asked, but shit.
Oh! And there was that other time when he and I went to the corner store for a few snacks and his arm was securely around my shoulders. It was about 12:30 in the morning on a Saturday, and sure, not many people were out but a few had come in after us... And Eddie had dropped his arm so quick, you would've thought he was burned.
He had waited until they were gone before letting us pay together and leave...
It was starting to feel more and more like Eddie was ashamed of me. Like he didn't want to be seen with me... Like he couldn't stomach the idea of people knowing he was into me - or I was into him.
None the less, the idea started to gnaw at my mind because I couldn't begin to understand what was so wrong about... Well, me.
Eddie had called that night and asked if I was down for a movie and joint, claiming he had picked up my favorite candy at the store today and needed my company to break into it. I had agreed with the thought that maybe I'd just gently broach the subject; just ask in earnest if there was something about me he was ashamed of or not.
"Hey, sweetheart," Eddie panted when he opened the door for me, instantly leading me through his trailer, "I'm so sorry, I lost track of time. You mind hanging tight so I can hop a quick shower?"
"Oh, yeah, no problem," I assured, nodding with a small smile.
"Thanks, doll," he whispered, kissing my cheek, "be just a minute."
I nodded absently and watched him go, looking around his room and finding it only mildly messy today. I sat on his bed and rubbed my hands together, trying to think of the best way to ask him what was up, when suddenly, my eyes caught sight of a dog-eared magazine peaking out from under a pair of boxers in front of Eddie's bedside stand. Curiosity burned my stomach and I let the tip of my show gingerly toe the boxers to the side and cocked my head to get a better look.
Only... I almost wish I hadn't.
The woman in the worn-centerfold was outstandingly gorgeous and her curves were natural. You could say I was staring but there's a way you can tell - and that woman, staring up at me, was 100% natural. She was something lethally beautiful with sculptured thighs and a taunt stomach; defining outlines running along her curves.
Picture perfect.
An angel in the centerfold.
Her hair was even perfectly cascading around her, maybe akin to a halo that draped off her thin, highlighted shoulders. Reaching up to feel my own, I couldn’t help but scoff and drop my hand instantly as even our fucking hair was stark opposite one another.
I felt my mouth dry as I took note of her breasts and how they spilled from her lace bra before darting my eyes down to skim her body and land on the smooth, hairless cunt peaking out from a pair of pure white crotchless panties. Taking a sobering breath, I realized everything about her was in some way, shape, or form the exact opposite of me.
Insecurity reared its ugly head and made me question if this was the reason Eddie didn't want to be seen with me. If this was why he didn't want to commit; to date me; to let others know... Because I was wrong. I was all wrong in his mind - this woman with the perfect natural body was a reflection of what he thought was ideal.
His idea of what he wanted.
And it was the literal opposite of me.
Feeling sick, I let my foot jerk to push the boxers back over and stood nervously from his bed. The room was about to collapse on me and a ringing started in my ears, forcing my feet to move or else I'd break down in sobs right there.
Pausing at the cracked bathroom door, I knocked and called, "Hey, Eddie, I forgot my aunt's coming to town and I have to help my mom. I'll just call you later, okay?"
Praying to God my voice remained steady, I waited as Eddie mulled over my words. "A-Are you sure, sweetheart? I didn't get to see you much this week. We can always just watch a movie, or something?"
"I'm sure, I'll just call you later. Bye," I called, not leaving room for argument.
"O-Okay, call me when you get home! Bye! Drive safe!" Eddie called over the sounds of his shower; my feet surging to get me as far from the trailer park as possible.
Call it childish but I didn't call Eddie. I just didn't really have it in me to entertain a conversation where I wasn't okay. In fact, I didn't really have it in me to do anything that week. So, I took mercy on myself and canceled all of my obligations - only going to classes, and then straight home, where I remained alone in my room as my mother worked nightshifts at the hospital this week.
And at lunch, I just hung out in the SGA room where I made up for the work I'd miss from all my canceled after-school meetings.
So, it was easy to avoid everyone. Easy peasy.
Nobody seemed to notice because of how thin I constantly stretched myself, but my self esteem took a major blow that I wasn't really looking to actively heal and wanted a little peace to myself. So I made myself extra scarce by faking a really bad period so nobody would question me too much.
Turns out, maybe Eddie noticed my flighty behavior. I didn't know it, but after school on Wednesday, he caught Chrissy's elbow and ducked into an empty classroom to ask her what was up with me.
The head cheerleader assured him I was just feeling a little under the weather, not putting too much thought into why he seemed so worried. She knew you two were friends and figured he thought I was sick, not realizing he was actually trying to understand why I had blown everything (and one) off this week.
After school Friday, Eddie had enough and loaded into his van after clocking my absence at practice again. Not that he was paying attention (he totally was), but I'd missed the whole week, and he knew that wasn't normal.
So, when he showed up at my door, imagine his shock to see me answer it in my pajamas.
"Eddie," I felt my eyes widen, trying to subtly close the thick cardigan I was wearing around my leggings and tank top. "Uh, did I forget something in History?"
"Funny enough, you did."
"Oh."
"Yeah," he breathed, "see, by my observations, you've been blowing everyone off this week, and can mean you've forgotten your friends."
I scoffed, "No, not entirely."
"Yes, entirely," he repeated. "What's going on with you?"
"Nothing."
"Bullshit," he shook his head. "You've not been in the cafeteria all week, you haven't been doing the morning announcements, you haven't shown up at Hellfire, or SGA, or cheer, or any of your other orgs - the hell's up with you?"
"Oh, I uh... Didn't think anyone really realized," I admitted quietly.
"When you move as quick as you do and then come to a screeching halt, yeah," he chuckled, "a few people notice. So, again, what's wrong?"
"It's literally nothing."
"So, why're you blowing me off too?"
"I'm not."
"You're standing pretty defensively in your doorway," he pointed out softly. "Am I... Like, am I not welcome anymore?" His question caught me off guard because I wasn’t sure how to answer it. My silence was enough of an answer as he whimpered, "Oh, shit, wait, what'd I do, sweetheart?"
"You didn't do anything."
"Well, obviously I did if - "
"No," I sniffled, cutting him off, "that's what's wrong, you just... You never did anything."
"Okay, darlin', I'm confused," he paused. "What didn't I do?"
"You... You were always ashamed of me, never wanted to be seen with me, or let people know we were hanging out. I get we weren't dating, but you never asked me to be your girlfriend, either. So, yeah, you didn't do anything... And then I just... I found something that confirmed I'm nothing like what you want. So, maybe you're not welcome here anymore because I don't think I was ever welcome in your life."
"Sweetheart, how can you say that?" Eddie asked in confusion. "I'm ashamed of you? No, that's the farthest from the truth! Where is this - I don’t understand.”
"C’mon, Eddie. You literally run the other way when it comes to even seeing me in public," I pointed out. "If you're ashamed, that's one thing. If you just don't want to be in a relationship, that's another. But I don't think you really want to be with me, so, let's just cut our losses."
"What the hell could you have seen that made you think I don't want you?" he scoffed. "Darlin', I just - I'm not very good at this shit, okay? And I'm the Freak, remember? You're gonna take more of a social hit dating me than I will - I just wanted to try and protect you from the ridicule coming your way for even being seen with me."
"Then that's my decision to make," I shrugged.
"You're right," he agreed. "And I'll let you make that decision on your own, but that's if you even want to be with me. 'Cause apparently you've found something that's so Earth-shattering, it's making you think I don't want you. Darlin', I worship you, okay? So whatever it is, I promise it’s not what you think.”
"Then why... Why don't I look like them?"
"What?" He asked. "Like who, doll?"
"I know it’s stupid but… The women you look at in magazines, okay? The women you fantasize about - those women. Why don't they and I look alike?"
Eddie looked gobsmacked for a moment but recovered quickly, speaking softly but strongly, “Because they're exactly that, pretty girl, a fantasy. Nothing like the real thing," he smiled at me. "And for whatever it's worth, I look at a variety of things, so, the odds of you lookin' like one of the women I look at... Are actually pretty high."
"Eddie - "
"No, I'm serious," he smirked, "'cause I just think about you most of the time. Those women might get me started but it's the thought of you that takes me out, hmm?"
"Oh, my God," I couldn't help but laugh, "okay, okay, you've made your point.”
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. I guess I just got a little in my head.”
"So, why're you home instead of at practice? You’re always over thinkin’ something, why’s your head all in a twist?”
"Well, you, Munson, put my head in a twist pretty consistently. And for the record, it started as an insecure week that required a lot of self-care."
"Well, what's on the agenda for tonight?"
"Um, gonna paint my nails and watch a few movies?"
"Got room for one more?" He pouted dramatically. "Missed you this whole week, and I barely got to see you last week, too."
"I think I could squeeze you in somewhere," I smiled with a nod, opening my arms to let him step over the threshold and into my embrace. Against his chest, I spoke, "If I didn't want to be with you, Munson, I wouldn't be. So, don't go worrying about protecting my reputation, because I'm only concerned with my happiness - and you make me pretty damn happy.”
I felt Eddie's arms tighten and his lips press to the top of my head, "Good plan, baby. And I'm only concerned with your happiness, as well."
"All right, kiss-ass, you’re already invited in. Don’t gotta lay it on too thick.”
“Oh, so, I don’t have to offer to paint your toes?”
I paused, letting my chin press to his chest as he smirked down at me. “Well now, wait a minute…”
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What do you think about Anne and Gilbert arriving at their house of dreams after the train ride right after their wedding, having dinner with Gilbert's great uncle, his wife, and Captain Jim, and chatting until nightfall?
I saw in some comments that people didn't like it and found it ridiculous and unrealistic. Do you think so? I'm just curious about your opinion.
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Thank you so much for this question, dear @pinkenamelheart! I feel "tickled as a dog with two tails" (to quote Perry Miller) each time I get to talk about my favourite writer and her books! And Anne-related questions are such a treat since I am rereading the series right now!
Now, about the question. I think that some readers tend to project their own feelings and emotions onto their beloved characters (well, at least that's what I used to do). And so, before I'll give you my own opinion, I'd like to look at the situation from such a reader's perspective.
Maybe I am wrong, but I assume that most newlyweds would prefer to spend the first hours after the wedding party together, just the two of them, basking in the glow of their new happiness and love. Objectively, Anne and Gilbert had experienced a day full of elation, delight, joy, but also nerves. Their wedding reception had just ended: wonderful, longed for moment, filled with stress and excitement. Moreover, their union brought further changes, including the need to leave Avonlea, say goodbye to beloved family members and start a life together in a new place. In short: they had every right to be tired. They had every right to want to spend some time together, learning and teaching each other the secrets of married life.
Readers very often identify with their beloved characters and think: "I wouldn't be satisfied", "I would feel so tired after my wedding", "I would certainly have a headache after such nerves", "I would rather cuddle up with my husband/wife" . In other words, they convey their own emotions, thoughts, dreams and desires to the book characters and since this solution would not suit them and they would like to experience the first moments after marriage in a different way, they assume that it definitely applies to the book characters.
Now the question is, if I were Anne, would I be happy if my husband's relatives came to my new house immediately after the wedding reception and stayed for the next few hours? Well, since I don't have a husband, it is completely hypothetical answer, but I'm afraid I wouldn't. I am a completely different type of person - an introvert who would need to "recharge her social batteries". Naturally, I would appreciate an extremely kind gesture from the people who prepared a meal for me and welcomed me to my new place. But deep inside I would probably feel a bit overstimulated and very tired.
However, I am me and Anne is Anne. Despite her dreamy and slightly pensive nature, she is an extremely sociable girl who thrives in the company of other people. Gilbert is a warm and family-oriented person, always appreciating the kindness of others. They were both touched and pleased by the visit. For them it was a beautiful, new experience that they could share together. First memory of a dinner as husband and wife. They had their whole lives ahead of them: many days and nights together, full of kisses, whispers, tender hugs and caresses. I guess the fact that their longed for "alone time" took place a few hours later didn't make it any less romantic. In my opinion, this dinner was lovely for both of them; they made their first friend in Four Winds, listened to fascinating stories, received support and sympathy.
Moreover, this scene was much more interesting from the reader's point of view. Personally, I really enjoyed it. I also believe that Maud, for obvious reasons, could not have written scenes that are now a popular part of fanfiction. Anne and Gilbert's marriage is described in a very subtle way, yet none of us readers ever doubted that these two shared a deep, passionate love. I think that Montgomery approached the matter very skillfully, describing a scene that was interesting for the reader and (between the lines) she wove a lot of romantic feelings and warmth that the couple had for each other. In my opinion, this is a move that perfectly illustrates Maud's artistic talent and her firm belief that literature would lose its charm if it told the world everything.
That's partly why I really like this scene; it shows how warm, family-oriented and friendly people Anne and Gilbert were. Perhaps other characters, such as Valancy and Barney, would need only each other to be happy. They could have existed in a magical circle created only by the two of them. But... Anne and Gilbert needed something more. They wanted to share their happiness with the world and make the lives of others around them better.
I think that every scene should be assessed not only from reader's own perspective. We always have to take into account the characters' personalities, hopes and dreams. Anne and Gilbert were happy and thriving in this situation and that's more than enough for me.
Thank you very much again for this great and interesting question. I'm sorry that the answer is so long, I hope I won't scare you away :) I will be happy to answer any question about Montgomery's books, which I love!
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Yay matchups! So hello I hope you’re doing alright and feel free to take your time on this one :)
So my name is Lune, and please make sure it’s platonic. I’m aroace and agender, I’m 17 turning 18 (in a few weeks actually I’m pretty excited), I enjoy skating gaming drawing and playing piano (I’m trying to learn guitar). I should definitely mention that I’m autistic and have adhd, although you aren’t expected to do too much research for me, just keep in mind when going out or when I’m with too many people I end up being difficult, this also means I’m a little picky with the clothes I buy as the food I eat. As for my personality it really depends on the atmosphere and how long I’ve known someone but naturally when we just meet I’m extremely awkward, I don’t go out of my way to greet or talk to people, I usually hide or talk to anyone else in the room, plus I might find an excuse to leave early because of how low my social battery is. When I’m a little closer I’ll start being physically affectionate, of course if the friend allows it, not too much though, but it’ll still be noticeable. Speaking about physical affection that’s one of my main love languages, I am the type of friend to hug or kiss my friends on the forehead, if they’re comfortable of course! Additionally I tend to stim too much, I have a hard time controlling my vocal chords so I might appear like I’m yelling, and sometimes, if I’m in an extremely good mood, I’ll feel like I’m high off of happiness. I know I’m not high but it’s the best way to put it,y cheeks turn red I get all giddy and giggly, I run around the room, I like touching stuff with textures rub my face on it and spin around, it’s just pure hyperactivity. I already mentioned this but since I have a small social battery I might need a lot of space? Like me time. Otherwise things get too overwhelming and I shut down, I might cry even. Me time can vary depending on how long I’ve spent outside the house, like if I spent a few days with someone 3-4. I probably wouldn’t make any plans for another week and a few days. The last thing I feel like I should mention is im a little sensitive, I might not exactly cry but I’ll get hurt by a lot of things.
If this is important at all, which I doubt, but I’m raised in the Middle East, I speak Arabic and I did immigrate to North America.
Anyway that’s it thank you for your time
Hi!! Sorry this took me so long, I may or may not have gone into a depressive episode lmfao. Also I really like your name! Without further ado, here ya go! I am also autistic and ADHD, so we're twinning lmao
I match you with Clark Kent!
When the two of you meet, admittedly, it's a little awkward. Clark was used to being quiet, unassuming Clark Kent, and as you mentioned, you don't go out of your way to engage with new people. And Clark wouldn't want to pressure you, he can see how uncomfortable you are, and he understands that some people just didn't like strangers, simply because they were strangers.
But then the two of you keep meeting, and gradually, you start growing more comfortable around him. Part of this is due to Bruce, who he had gotten used to stealing away when the other hero got too uncomfortable in a situation, and had unintentionally taught him how to spot when someone's social battery was getting low, even if they were forcing themselves not to show it in any obvious ways. So he would guide you away with a comforting hand on your shoulder, and make quiet excuses for you, saying how he needed you to help him with this or that thing, how he was very sorry but it just couldn't wait. If you needed to be alone, in order to recharge your social battery before the next bit of interaction, he would run interference, making sure you had time to recuperate. Half the time he just sicced Jon on them, because his son would also be very fond of you and look up to you as an older sibling, even if he realizes he's your sibling before Clark realizes he's your Dad.
As for sensory issues and being a picky eater or being picky in regards to clothes, Clark has so much experience in this you have no idea. Even if his own children didn't struggle with textures, which they do with both Conner and Jon being ADHD which they inherited from him, he struggled a lot with textures as a kid himself. Granted, part of it was due to super senses overwhelming him before he had gotten his invulnerability, but still. Sensory overload is hell, and he is aware of it. He goes out of his way to try and memorize what textures you enjoy, and which ones you don't like.
I think the first time he realizes how fond he is of you, and that you are absolutely his kid, is the first time you openly show excitement and enthusiasm in front of him. I could see Conner teaching you guitar, or maybe the two of you playing together with you playing the piano while Conner plays the guitar and this man is just- big feelings. Big feelings he has no idea what to do with because those are his kids and he loves them so much he thinks he might die from how strong it is.
He absolutely gets you blankets with texture you like too, and various stim toys. He may accidentally steal one, though, be warned.
I honestly see him as being the sort of person to try and learn more about where you were raised. Does this mean he will be trying to learn Arabic? Yes. Is he very good at it at first? No. Does he have a best friend who's son is more than willing to insult him if it meant he got better at speaking Arabic? Yes, even if Damian could afford to be a little less mean about it.
Another good thing is that Clark is pretty much the ideal for if you feel you cry or get upset easy. He's able to actually communicate his emotions, unlike some (*cough* Batman *cough*) and he knows how to make himself seem less intimidating.
All in all, cool dad. Even as a platonic yandere, he would be pretty chill, although there's more kidnapping involved
#yandere platonic matchups#matchups#I wasnt sure if u wanted yandere or not but tbh the only thing that would change is the kidnapping#yandere platonic superman#platonic superman
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I have to agree with the last Anon. Something is off with Niko and it worries me. I mean he is more introverted than the others, but gets extroverted when he needs too. I see a lot of myself in him. I love going out with friends and organizing stuff or represent my group, but after it I need sometime for myself to recharge my batteries. And I need time at home to unwind and process everything. I am just worried that everything is just to much for him. Maybe he puts on a brave face, does his job and represents the band but takes every break he can get to recharge his batteries. I mean the tour wasn't planed. The boys them self said that the summer was stress enough and they need a break. I hope this tour will be the last for this year!
(Sorry for the unorganized rant/vent. This had been bugging me for days and I needed this to get off my chest. Here, have a cookie as a thank you for listening to me 🍪)
Just gonna hide my answer behind a read-more, because it's just my irrelevant interpretation and I feel exposed all of a sudden 😂
As I said in the reply to that anon ask, I'm gonna have to just 🤷♀️ with this one because I haven't noticed much, apart from the lack of social media presence in Niko's part. He seemed alright the day before they left to the States when he was on live national TV with Joel tasting spicy bell peppers, but who's to say he hadn't just put on a brave face for that too? We just can't know
I do think the fact that The HU support gig came as a bit of a surprise (at least that's what I gathered from Aleksi's streams) is something to be taken into consideration here; I really hope they've kept to that principle of 'only doing something if every single guy in the band agrees to it' Joel talked about in that podcast just a while ago. Which I have no reason to doubt; I mean, it would be pretty awful if they left on tour when some of the guys would've rather stayed at home because x-y-z, but I don't think they'd do that to each other. Then again, someone might feel hesitant saying 'no' if all the others want to accept the offer, and pressurred by disappointing the others they'd say 'yes' even if they're not 100% into the idea 🤷♀️ Touring is part of their job, and I'm certain each and every one of them is committed to their goals of world domination, but at the same time I wouldn't blame them if some of them wanted to just chill for a little while, because supposedly they're gonna play lots of shows next year as well, and although they may have had less shows this year in comparison to 2022, the travelling they've done especially during the past summer must have been tiring, so I do sympathize if flying across the Atlantic to spend another four weeks far away from home seems a little less tempting this time around (and what a hassle that flight was too 💀)
I also hope there was no clash of opinions regarding whether or not this tour would advance their goals the way they'd hope or anything of that sort, but again, if that was the case, I want to believe they would've talked it through. These guys have known each other for ages (especially the original five), so I like to think they all can and will open their mouth and say something if something's not alright with them, or that the others would notice if someone's not acting themselves
Of course, on a personal level, they all might behave differently in such situations. I must say Niko's still a bit of a mystery to me regarding his personality, so I'm hesitant to say what kind of behaviour would be in-/off-character for him 🤔 However, I want to believe he makes sure he gets his time to recharge on and off tour, and the same goes for all of them really. Remember that time Niko did a morning TV interview alone when Joel had suffered from insomnia the night before? They're a band of brothers, so I'm sure they'll support each other and step in when needed so that no one has to "put on a brave face" and overwork themselves into exhaustion ❤️ (obviously no one could replace Niko during a show etc. but you know what I mean 😂)
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Lately I've been thinking about how I'll be 38 in a month, and yet my one and only relationship was in high school and it lasted about a month. She cheated on me the entire time, but wouldn't even kiss me because she "didn't want to rush me." Six months afterwards, she invited me to her wedding to one of the people she'd been cheating on me with. No one's so much as asked me on a date since, not even when I was in college, buff, and active in the GSA. Every girl I've liked ended up in serious relationships before I got the nerve to ask any of them out. After my health started its major downturn around 2007-ish and my daily pain levels started to skyrocket, I pretty much gave up on looking for romance altogether.
It's not that I don't want to be in a relationship! I would very much love to have a girlfriend, and have even considered trying out a dating service or two, but like. I'm a chronically ill, autistic/ADHD/OCD/bipolar/etc. 38-year-old virgin nerd who lives with her parents and is usually too sick to leave the house more than a couple times a week. Even then it's usually just for doctor's visits and/or trips to the grocery store that sometimes take days for me to recover from! My social battery runs out quick and takes ages to recharge. I'm both touch-starved and touch-repulsed. My only income is my monthly disability payment of a whopping $609 USD plus whatever I can get from selling shit on eBay. My parents and I live in one of my grandfather's shitty old rental homes that he had built on the ultra-cheap and which is now kind of falling apart and smells of cats and the swamp.
Seriously, what could I possibly have to offer anyone? What sensible woman would waste her time on a pathetic gross loser like me? Frankly, I don't think I deserve to be in a relationship. It would be incredibly selfish of me to ask a woman to put up with all of my bullshit. I need to just accept that I'm going to die alone and that's okay.
#any woman i like is automatically too good for me#and yet i want a romantic relationship so bad#and i feel really guilty about it#i hate myself so much
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Warning: not proofread. Suggestive but nothing explicit!
Content: fluff, crack, comfortish
A/n: IMPORTANT: this is how I imagine the Miyas dining table (important for the plot). I think my writing style is a little different here, very influenced by Ao3 lol, am just trying and messing around and seeing what fits me better.
"Baby, trust me, they will love ya." Osamu says as he takes your face in his large hands.
"I don't know Samu, i'm so awkward, what if i say or do something embarassing?" You oppose. You are sure that Osamu's parents are as kind and understanding as Osamu himself, but still, you don't want to do anything to make them think any less of you; after all it took you a long time before even accepting the fact that you did deserve Osamu, you don't want his parents to think differently.
"You won't and even if ya do, they are used to Atsumu embarassing them all the damn time, so don't worry 'bout it:" You snort at the insult he threw at his twin; making fun of him always lifts your mood, you'll have to apologize to him for the bullying he goes through even behind his back.
"Let's go."
His parents are really wholesome, completly different than yours. You had a hunch that his mother would be very cheerful and nice, but you didn't expect his father to be interested in your conversation, too. You are glad you agreed to come.
His mother asks you a lot about you and in exchange she tells you stories about the twins in their younger years — not without her husband making a dad joke or two in between — about how Osamu may look the calmer twin but he is as chaotic as his brother; you had realized that in the first month of knowing them.
Since Atsumu's flight got delayed, he comes in an hour later than planned and Mrs. Miya (who insists you call her "mom") decides to leave you three alone to cook dinner.
You hug Atsumu as he swings you right and left with too much force for your liking, but since he is like a little brother to you (or a puppy, you have yet to define your relationship with him), you let him do so.
You are way more comfortable now than you were when you first entered the house, it feels more like home than it ever has felt with your own family; you wonder if you will ever have a lovely and warm family of your own with Osamu. The thought makes you smile and blush like a teenager.
"Atsumu, come help me set the table, sweetie. " his mother calls out from the kitchen. Atsumu groans for a bit before getting up, he may look like someone who doesn't take shit from anyone at all, but deep inside he is a mama's boy and never says no to her. You learnt this fact when Osamu asked Atsumu to help him out in his restaurant for a few days when another worked was sick, but Atsumu refused to help him because he was "atrociously exhausted after practice", needless to say that all Osamu had to do was to threathen him to call their mother – who would have definetly given Atsumu a lesson about how important it is to help each other out at rough times, that he is the older twin so he should act like one and more and more for hours.
"So..." Osamu asks as he pecks your forehead "how d'ya like my family so far?"
"Like? i love them. Already feel like my own family."
"It IS your own family now, told ya they love ya. "
You beam before kissing him on the lips. He kisses you back, tightening his grip on your waist and caressing your cheek with his gentle fingers.
It's been around three hours since you have kissed him in the car, you need your social battery recharge, so you don't hold back anymore; you kiss him as passionately as he does, without caring that someone might walk in. You are grateful that his dad had to go out earlier, you wouldn't be in this position had he been here.
"Dinner's rea-"
You push Osamu back as you hear Atsumu's voice from the doorstep of the living room, shocked and flustered for being caught in the red.
"... -dy. Ya can be lovey dovey later in yer room. Come eat now, i'm starvin'." He says as he walks back in the kitchen, complaining about "staining his pure and innocent childhood bedroom".
You and Osamu are visibly annoyed for being interrupted, but you thank any deities up there for letting Atsumu be the intruder and not his mother.
The dining table is a little rectangle with one chair for each side, after all the Miyas are not a big family, so a four-chair table was more than enough; you take their father's seat since he is gone for the night and thank the older twin when he serves your food. Osamu sits on your left side, Mrs. Miya on your right and Atsumu is sprawled on the front. "'Tsumu, sit properly!!" his mother scolds, to which he replies with a whine, but agrees and sits up anyway.
You nearly moan when you taste the food; you knew that your boyfriend was a great chef, but didn't expect his mother to be as good (okay maybe a little less) as him.
"This is delicious, really." you comment.
"I'm sure i don't stand a chance against your boyfriend, though." she jokes, making you chuckle and later choke on your food.
You guys talk about mundane stuff, from how your job is treating you to Samu's horrid haircut he got six months ago to the neighbor's kid's constant yelling.
It's cute to see Osamu in such domesticity, you have never seen him talking to his mom in person before, so it's a view that you want to imprint in your mind. Something about guys, in this case your own boyfriend, loving and respecting their mom makes your heart flutter.
And maybe it's because of that, or maybe it's because you're left frustrated by your previous make out session with him that you let your bare foot wander around under the table, reaching Osamu's leg. You intrude under his pants from the ankle and slide up a little, looking at him expectantly to see some kind of reaction, but Atsumu's loud and abhorrent coughing makes you stop in your track.
"I told you to sit up straight and eat slowly, never listen to me!" You hear the poor woman yell again while passing some water to her dying son. You huff annoyed: it is now the second time that Atsumu has interrupted you.
Unexpectedly Osamu looks pretty calm and composed for someone who was about to get a footjob under the table in a family dinner, you wonder if he didn't notice your touch, but all your questions are answered when you see Atsumu smiling and giggling to himself.
Fuck.
That was not Osamu's leg.
Your face heats up quickly as you deplore yourself for being so stupid and rash.
You can already imagine Atsumu's mocking tone while he tells Osamu your little embarassing stunt.
Shit, shit, shit.
This motherfucker will never let you live it down.
Reblogs are really appreciated!
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Asmodeus as your Roommate
Summary: Set in a time where Asmodeus and you live in the same apartment together instead of the House of Lamentation.
Contains: fluff, mentions of asmo sleeping around and taking them home but no more than that, platonic relationship, asmo being the bestie we deserve, gender-neutral mc
Asmodeus pouted the whole time when Lucifer announced that they live in apartments so they can taste being responsible, and whined about not being able to carry all his luggage to his apartment. But after realizing that his actions wouldn't have any major repercussions anymore, he happily agreed.
The both of you actually met when you found out he was your roommate and helped him with his luggage. Asmo gushed over you as soon as he found out you were cute AND nice, it didn't take long for the both of you to be as close as ever
Goodmorning Asmo...and co.
There are many things you have to be prepared for as Asmo's roommate.
He was awfully cuddly and cheerful around you
He takes all the warm water every morning
He doesn't like to cook because he's scared of the oil hitting his skin
He wakes you up at ungodly hours to check if he looks good
And out of all of those things, your roommate taking people home was the least of your worries
Asmo has high standards and chooses "only the best for someone like him"
You eventually get used to it with the number of people he takes home, you make sure that they don't disrupt your sleep though
Sometimes, if you wake up early, you cook up breakfast for them
They sheepishly thank you and some would even befriend you
There are occasions where they'd be rude but when Asmo hears about it, they will never appear or be mentioned ever again
"Hmmm?~ Oh, them? I completely forgot about them! They weren't my type anyway."
Asmo asked you if he should invite someone for you and you reply that it isn't your thing and he respects it! and never once bothered you about it again
Hangouts Galore!
Asmo is a social butterfly and gets restless when staying home for a long amount of time so he always goes out!
If you're not busy, you'd often tag along with him!
There are plenty of ways that you two have been at: The Aquarium, Amusement Park, the Zoo, A firework show, A concert
At any event, there would be a chance you and Asmo would be there
Asmo understands you need to recharge your batteries after that and doesn't push you to go with him, he's seen that type in his blue-haired older brother so he understands
At every place you go to, there are several albums on Asmo's (and yours) phone
Most would be of Asmo's, others would be of you, and there are some special pictures of both of you that Asmo loves!
He posts most on his social media! Even the ones of you!
Self Care
Asmo insists that in order to be healthy physically, you need to be healthy mentally as well. So he always leans his shoulder for you and tells you to not hesitate to talk to him!
His social status be damned, he's your best friend! Of course, he would do everything for you!
The both of you agree to take rest days every once in a while, and during those days, the both of you completely relax in each other's presence
Asmo is amazing at comforting, and while his advice might not be what you were expecting, he means good
He also gives great hugs and gentle reminders that you're doing great and you don't have to do anything just to live
He would also hum whenever he sees you struggling while stroking your hair
No matter how many times he has to do it, Asmo never tires of taking care of his best friend
And you do too
You've seen how insecure he is inside and pretends to hide it underneath a beautiful smile
He doesn't want to cry so he just hides his face on the crook of your neck while he hugs you, and that's enough for him
+ Bonus: His Brothers know you
You are always invited whenever Asmo visits his brothers back home
The first time you introduced yourself to them, they were like 'Yeah, we know'
And you were like ???
You don't know how much Asmo gives long rants about you in the GC
The amount of times they have to hear about how adorable their roommate is in one photo is outrageous
Lucifer quietly regrets that he let his brother loose but doesn't do much about it because of his pride
The brothers have that GC muted
They do agree how cute you are though 👀
#asmo's captions like: two pretty bestfriends#they might kiss#might work on the twins' part a few days later!#obey me#obey me shall we date#om swd#obey me x reader#obey me asmodeus x reader#obey me asmo#obey me asmo x reader#obey me asmo fluff#obey me fluff#obey me headcanons#roommate au#roommate mini series#roommate#obey me asmodeus#om asmo#om asmodeus
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Hey there! I saw your match ups are open so I was wondering if I could get one for My Hero Academia?
I go by she/her, and am currently really confused with my sexuality, so I’m happy with whoever I receive. My MBTI is INFP, and I’m a Ravenclaw (if that helps)
Positive traits/things about me: I’m reliable, kind, creative, pretty smart if I do say so myself, and very much chaotic good. I’m sarcastic, but not to the point where people mistake it for being rude. People say I’m fun to be around which makes me really happy!
Some negative traits/things about me: I have issues with my self esteem, my social battery is almost non existent (for example at family gatherings, I cannot be around people for more than 20 minutes before feeling tired. I just need to recharge by myself for a bit. Preferably in the same room with the snacks.) I also have bad short term memory, which makes me overactive in making sure I’ve done things that were assigned/asked for me to do.
I love to read (specifically fantasy and romance. I’m a total sucker for those), watch the same three Disney movies over and over (tangled, Mulan, and the princess and the frog), and go on bike rides to stop at this cute ice cream shop about 5 mins away from my house.
I really love art, as well! I’m always painting and drawing anything I can. I spend most of my time doing art. It’s something I’d like to do for my job. I feel so happy when creating art, it’s something I’ve been doing seriously since I was 7 so it means a lot :)
If my “type” matters for anything, I always end up liking either the assholes, the human embodiment of a golden retriever, or the morally grey villain. There is no in between. I also have a thing for people who can cook. Idk what it is, but if you can make really good food, your hand in marriage please.
Thanks so much in advance! <3 (I feel like I just shared my whole life, but I’m anonymous so that doesn’t really matter lol)
your BNHA match up is............MEI!!
- Mei would be very drawn to your fun energy and creativity. If you help her come up with new designs and ideas for her 'babies' she'll give you so many kisses
- While Mei would obviously respect your artistic talents, she will still try to help you with your art projects or give you feedback. She might come off a bit bluntly though at times, but she means well :)
- Sarcasm might go over her head a bit so please be patient with her
- Mei wouldn't mind if you have a smol social battery. She can always keep herself busy in the lab. Sometimes she'll get a bit too excited if she makes a new gadget and call you up while you're tired oops
- She seems like she'd be the golden retriever type. she's so cute and high spirited all the time that it'd transfer to y'alls relationship
yours morally,
admin sar
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Hi bestie :) I have suffered from a deep depression twice in the last two years and a half, once lasted for months and the other one a little more than a month… so my experience with that and with therapy is that depression is far more than just being sad (you are right)
There are other symptoms of depression that are a little more unnoticeable, some of the ones I experienced the most were: difficulty falling asleep (it could be insomnia, a way of SH, anxiety, or just not “tired), lost interest in things I really like (hobbies, movies, music), I felt emotionally drained all the time so there was a point I was beyond sad, I felt nothing (no joy, no sadness, no anger) , I felt my life and everything I did like studying had no meaning so it became really hard for me to do basic things like taking a shower or brushing my teeth, and I was tired all the time, all I wanted to do was lay on my bed or the floor and stare at the ceiling, literally do nothing I was exhausted 24/7 . And something that happened to me with high functioning anxiety was that despite all these things I kept doing my homework and going out. But I felt like I was like existing, did those things just because I had to.
Im sorry you feel this way 🥺 but it’s okay to not feel joy 24/7. Social media wants to make us forget that life isn’t perfect, we are still in the middle of a pandemic. And it’s double hard now because we are starting to come back to “Normal life” but many things have changed. It’s okay to feel this way, and I know you might feel like you are the only one but I feel a lot of young people are feeling the same way (I do). Give yourself time to feel exhausted and I hope life gives you the time you need to rest and recharge your life battery.
I had been in therapy for almost three years now and there are some coping mechanism I have learned: when I feel like I’m sliding back to darkness I do two things: write down everything I’m feeling or thinking (I sometimes write poems but most of the time I write emails to Harry (yes, Harry Styles), I have this email account just for that so at least once a week I write to Harry about my life and how I feel, I send them to the same account so I know he will never read them but he’s my comfort person and imagining what he would write back makes me feel better) and second I do something, anything, it could be as little as throwing my dirty clothes to the laundry basket or cooking myself a meal or doing a craft, anything that activates me for a little bit.
If after those two things I’m still feeling like shit I watch a comfort movie. I also surround myself with comfort objects like laying down hugging a teddy bear my grandma gifted to me when I was really young or wear the Harry’s cardigan I knitted myself (I feel him close to me that way). It can be anything but just having a meaningful object close grounds me.
I’ve never been very good with words but I hope this had helped. Don’t be too harsh on yourself, your emotions are valid and you don’t owe anybody an explanation of why you feel what you feel. Sometimes we forget how much power we hold within us, but I know in my heart we are survivors and no matter what life turns out to be it too shall pass. Take one day at the time and give yourself permission to feel whether it’s sadness, joy or nothing at all. I send you all my love 💛
Remember Life doesn’t have to be perfect to be wonderful.
the thing about having trouble falling asleep is the exact opposite for me. like i can sleep all day and still be tired because i'm sleeping too much but i'm just so tired.
when you said you write emails to Harry, i started to cry. like that is the best idea and i wish there was a way to have someone, it wouldn't even have to be the real Harry, just reply back and act as him to cure my loneliness.
and i should mention i have severe adhd and the brain of someone who has adhd lacks the normal amounts of dopamine. therefore i don't find pleasure in normal tasks which sucks. that's why adhd meds have similar ingredients as drugs that increase joy in ones brain. like meth.
oh and i do have social anxiety
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gooood morning/evening/night or where ever you are! heard your celebrating 50 followers good job lovely! hope im not too late for the festival 👐😊 i found you from mintigiyuu and your event sounds adorable! /g
🍄 i had a hard time picking either the song list or the matchup cause both sound so damn cute, is it alright if i request a matchup please lovely?
🍄 I'm a libra, but i've been told im way to introverted to be a libra. My mbti is INFJ-T, i had to check because i keep forgetting ._. I love harry potter! A proud slytherin right here
🍄 Currently im into kny, i do prefer the adult characters but they all are fine! Am a pan so i really don't mind any gender you pair me up with, go nuts love!
🍄 I love pastels and soft colours, coral and bittersweet pinks are my favourite.
🍄 My social battery is terrible. Currently me and my friends have this system of if we ever talk or hangout in person, they'll just not see my for the next three days cause i need to recharge. They way i recharge differs from time to time, it's usually spending time binge reading fanfic or my favourite books, or drawing or maybe testing out a new recipe for baking.
🍄 I'm a sucker for physical affection, some could say i'm touch starved and i wouldn't argue with it. If you decide to befriend me I'm latching on to you, with you consent of course. Unless you'd let a tiny human cling to you then i won't do it.
🍄 Talking is a no go, if you won't start a convo then i won't say anything. However if i see that you'd be nice to talk to then i'll take over and talk nonstop, it gets annoying because i stutter a lot when i get excited ://
🍄 Loud noises hurt me, so it's to a rare sight for my friends if they see me huddling under their arm during a thunder storm or a loud movie
🍄 I forget things, and that includes eating. Which is ironic cause i love cooking. So if no ones asks if i have eaten yet then i would simply forget. Lunch? What's that?
That was much too long i'm so sorry. Congrats again on reaching 50! Don't be afraid to celebrate the little achievements! Cause that's still your hard work and they should also be appreciated /g /pos
aww hello darling!! you made it just in time!! the event is closed now, since i have many, MANY requests to fulfill, but be on the lookout for more soon~
{EVENT CLOSED}
credits to @vernilon for the amazing edit!!
kimetsu no yaiba ;;
your matchup is...mitsuri kanroji!!
you and mitsuri are two darlings of a kind. this relationship is one of trust, safety, and respect. mitsuri adores your talkative nature (once you've been reached out to) and she respects your boundaries and need to recharge. similarly, you admire her strength and personality, and respect her insecurities and need to pass as "normal". this love is like a bee kissing a soft flower petal, and the dewy sweetness of honeysuckle nectar.
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Hey ! Could I request a Teen Wolf ship please? Bi and ace, she/her. I'm an INFP, my enneagram is 4w3, and I'm a Pisces sun & moon and Sagittarius rising - I'm also a Hufflepuff ! Although when I was younger I was definitely such a Slytherin, I've changed and grew as a person over the years - although not quite physically ! I'm 4'11, and I have straight, chest length, deep plum coloured hair with layers, blue eyes, and far too many freckles. According to friends, upon first appearance I seem quite aloof, but once a conversation is struck, I just don't know how to shut up. I'm very bubbly and sociable, but I also get overwhelmed by spending too much time with other people (it could be due to me being an introvert, or the anxiety, or the ADHD - I'm not entirely sure which, if any, is responsible) and need to distance myself from people quite often to recharge my social battery. Wine aunt friend with terrible dad jokes. I'm currently studying Arts & Humanities, and I hope to become a journalist upon graduation, but if that doesn't work out I'd love to be a drama teacher. I wish I was more spontaneous and outgoing, but I'm such a homebody - my hobbies include reading, writing, and playing an unhealthy amount of the sims. In high school, I was head of the journalism club, as well as editor of our yearbook - I was also involved in debate. I've also been involved in theatre my whole life outside of school. My style is a little bit all over the place - I love to dress smart, but sometimes that means glam to lectures and other times that means like dressing like somebody's grandfather to a fancy meal. This also goes for music, too, and I'll listen to most genres and most decades (except classical, put some of that on and I'll be out like a light !).
Random fun fact speed run time ! I'm from the UK (Liverpool !) and my accent is annoyingly strong. I suffer with sensory issues and can't eat certain foods or touch certain fabrics (like cheese, or scratchy wool). I had my ears pierced but they closed up - I won't get them redone because the gun got caught on my ears last time (thick lobes, apparently) and I'm scared of needles. Which is also why I'd never get a tattoo, but when I was younger all I ever wanted was to be covered in tattoos and have a bunch of piercings, but that wasn't to be. I ramble a LOT (clearly !). I've never been in a relationship before. I like pubs but clubs are a no-go, I've got really bad crowd anxiety. My favourite scent is actually this off brand body spray I got in a Boots christmas set (bergamot, cedarwood and amber) and I wear it all the time.
I'm sorry, that was a lot of information ! Thank you so much 💛
Hi love! You're fine, I didn't mind cuz I ramble sometimes too lol! Okay, so immediately once I started reading this, I knew exactly who I was shipping you with. Might shock you, but stay with me okay? Lol (I also thought Kira, but this one seemed to fit a little more in my opinion)
I ship you with Scott McCall
You seem like a sweetheart, so why not pair with another known sweetheart?
Scott is kinda aloof too, but your guys' conversations can get so deep and last for hours
It gets to the point where you two know everything about each other
Maybe even a little more than what Stiles knows
I personally think Scott is a mix of Gryffindor and Hufflepuff, and Hufflepuffs get along with just about anyone so you two would definitely be like two peas in a bod
With Scott being the second shortest guy in the pack (apart from Liam) you being 4'11" will make him feel so tall and boost his confidence a little bit
Because we know he's not always confident in himself (and that's okay)
Now with being ace; Scott is a horny boy, let's just be honest
However, he also drinks his respect women juice on a daily and would never do anything that would make you uncomfortable and wouldn't ever make you feel like you had to do anything
He respects you and what you feel
He could find other nonsexual ways to be intimate with you very well
And as for being bi as well; doesn't bother him in the slightest
He's fully supportive
He probably put a sticker saying "I got a bi 'wife'" on his motorcycle along with an LGBT alley sticker lol
Your eyes and freckles are probably his most favorite things about your physical self
He loves to count your freckles while you two are counting, which will more than likely lead into a tickle fight
He usually wins, but will give you sweet little kisses after
He also thinks your hair is totally badass
He thinks it gives you an edge and refers to you as a badass as well
When you start feeling overwhelmed socially, he's quick to remove you from the social situation without it being awkward and gets you home
And if you were to tell him that that included him, he'd completely understand and probably go hang out with Stiles or even Deaton
He loves your dad jokes, even the really bad ones
He says "they're only funny when you tell them" and he genuinely means that
As for the wine aunt friend of your group, that's fine cuz he's the mom friend so he's got this
You sit back and relax and he'll make sure things go smoothly
He's your biggest supporter of your dreams
He also knows that no matter what you put your mind to, you'll get it done due to your 4w3 ennegram (I had to research it lol)
There's no shame in being a homebody
And he tells you that
But he'll occasionally be spontaneous and take you on a random adventure to just to add a little excitement to life
Like taking a ride on his bike along the coast on a Tuesday
Or to like band at a pub on a Thursday
Or anything random that would definitely be fun and just out of nowhere
I think Scott would probably try to tell you how unhealthy the amount of time you play the Sims is, but he won't force you to stop
"at least take a break to stretch your body and drink some water" he'd insist
Because he cares lol
He'd also be super interested in what you're reading or writing and could listen to you talk about it for hours
I also fully believe he'd love your accent; like wholeheartedly believe that
He loves your style because he never knows what to expect
He almost makes it into game
"Hmmm, what is y/n gonna show up in today?" Is what he calls it
Not that he actually cares, because he always thinks you're beautiful
But it's a fun guessing game lol
I feel like he's very eclectic with music too
Both of you listening to the most random music on your playlists together and sharing music the other may not have heard
He loves it and hopes you do too
He does his best to accommodate to your sensory issues
It does make it hard to surprise you with gifts or cook for you sometimes, but I'm the end, he knows well enough what bothers you and what doesn't and when you love it, he's such a proud pup
If you chose to get your ears repierced, he'd take you to get them professionally done, and would hold your hand and talk to you the whole time because he knows and understands that you're scared of needles
If you decided not to, he'd make sure to find some cool clip on or magnetic earrings so you can still have the luxury of earrings without all the pain of piercing them
Same with the tattoos, if you wanted them, he'd go with you, hold your hand and keep you distracted from the needles
And if decided not to, no problem!
He might order you some cool fake tats online for you when you're thinking about it and just wanna test it out first or if you just feel like having one for the day lol
Either way, this little bean is super supportive and understanding
He doesn't mind your rambling
He'd listen to it all day if he could lol
He'd feel honored to be your first relationship
He's not the most patient at times, but he is understanding and really wants you be happy in this relationship
Because lowkey, he also is kinda hoping it's your last 💍*hint hint
Whatever is your favorite scent to wear, he wouldn't care where he had to go to find it, or how much it cost, he'd make sure you had it
Also, he'd love to take a trip to your hometown with you and can show him all your favorite spots and all the cool things that you really enjoy there
He'd love them because you do and is all about keeping you happy
He'd even move there if that's what you wanted
That's all I got! Thank you so much for sending it in babes! Sorry it took me so long, life's been busy, but I'm hoping to be able to do more of these! I really hope you liked it!
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Hi, Can I get an AHS match up? I’m a pansexual who goes by she/her pronouns. My zodiac is a Sagittarius and my mbti type is ISTP. I’m studying to become a child therapist. I have medium dark skin,shoulder length black curly hair, 5’1, and have dark brown eyes. Im a very blunt person (a lot of the times I come off as mean but I mean no harm) I have dark humor and I like to wear baggy clothes majority of the times. and love to listen to music.
I can be very clingy at times and am easily jealous but I also need my space. I’m an ambivert so I might come off as extroverted but I definitely need my alone time to recharge my social battery.
I’m very open minded person and love to go on little “Adventure” if you will :)
I hope that’s enough to go off, Thank you!!
AHS? Heck yeah! I'm so looking forward to this! Ok, I match you with:
Lana Winters
Lana very much appreciates people, who aren't afraid to be themselves. That's why she finds your bluntness so attractive.
She doesn't mind you coming off as mean. Perhaps because of your bluntness you lack a "filter" that would stop certain opinions/sentences coming out of your mouth. But she likes the way you say what's on your mind, she appreciates the honesty. Besides, sometimes you just gotta be a little mean, in her opinion.
When you're at home, relaxing, Lana would love to put on some music and slowdance with you, if you'd be up for it. She loves the closeness and intimacy of it. Besides, that way she can gaze into your eyes from up close without it being weird.
You being clingy doesn't bother Lana, as long as you aren't being too clingy outside of your home. Inside, you can cling to her as much as you want, but she thinks some things should just stay personal.
Not gonna lie, I think Lana would like you getting jealous. She wouldn't go as far as to make you jealous on purpose, but she likes the attention when you are. She would never betray you though.
She definitely understands that you need your space and that you need to recharge. During those times, she'll go to her office to work on her articles.
If you like to go on adventures, she'll ask you to acompany her to some of her outings, when she has to get some information from the source, you know what I mean. She'll show you how to take photos/hold the camera while she scribbles down everything and anything she can, so that the both of you can get the best material for her work. If you agree is only up to you ;)
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31. Do you like paper books or ebooks better?
I personally dont mind either. A good book is a good book regardless on how i am able to read it!
32. If you could live in a fictional world, what world would you pick?
Probably one of my own. I have created such a vast and colorful world for my animated series and I can't wait to take people on a journey 11 years in the making XD
34. What’s your coffee order?
It depends on the place, but I do like mochas. We have this coffee joint called Dutchbros and my personal fav is the frozen Cocomo (coconut mocha)
43. What’s your guilty pleasure?
Fucking god awful fanimes (Blood raining night and sugoi quest for kokoro)and horrible fanfiction (My immortal) That and Reddit stories.
47. If you could marry any celebrity, who would you pick?
Does Markiplier count? Cause i’d totally date him. I like when people can make me laugh XD
48. Describe your ideal partner.
A guy who’s funny and who I’ve known for a long time (I honestly don’t even experience romantic attraction towards someone until we’ve been good friends for at least 6 years).
Preferably dark brown or black hair. (And god if they look good with long hair that's a hella bonus)
I prefer people who are just openly honest about themselves, and who have hobbies they get really fucking ecstatic over. But I would also like a partner who knows I am a really heavy introvert and that too much socialization really drains me mentally, and wouldn't see me needing a day to myself in near isolation as an attack on them. Sometimes I just gotta recharge my batteries XD
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Just sharing my oc Iiestr and some of the building I've done! He's my favourite of because he was originally a cat person, then a cat shape shifter, then a person, then a cat, and now he is a shapeshifter (panther) with different names every time I polished him up: Finn, Flynn, Flyn, Jean, and finally Iiestr. He comes from Deliengea, a fantasy world.
Also, my writing blog is here for more info @nothingbutchilledwriting
Iiestr wanted nothing more than to be just like his mother: Proud, hard-headed and stubborn. She was the most amazing warrior, holding her head high against anyone and anything, and admired her skill, expertise and determination. He wanted to be revered, respected, as a figure of strength, endurance, and everything else his mother stood for. She played by her own rules, listened to nobody but herself, and tolerated no bullshit.
He has, in some aspects, lived up to his mother’s name; being the stubborn, relentless, and proud mf he is. However, most of her teachings were lost on him and, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t reach the same calibre of his mother’s technique and precision.
(Having come from a low income, poor and struggling background, Iiestr didn’t have much to look forward to. He only had his mom and her teachings but he wouldn’t have it any other way.)
Many of his early teenage years consisted of scavenging, pick pocketing and surviving on crumbs that it left no time or room to practise what she taught him. It didn’t help either that the military beat what little knowledge he had left out of him.
Iiestr doesn't quite have a goal. He just wants peace and quiet. Nobody to bother or pester him during his alone time (read all the time), and no noise, questions or emotions or people he has to be considerate of.
He exists in the present and has very little planning for the future and takes it day by day.
He just really needs his space and doesn't enjoy any many people in his personal bubble or even 10ft away from him. He doesn't trust people and would rather keep his distance than test boundaries or limits, so he can come off as cold or standoffish to people who are new to him. His comfort and safety always come first, no matter the situation, and he'll ensure that himself first hand if need be.
However, other than this, there is another thing that Iiestr would probably want the most is to have Murtair back. They ended with a nasty fight and he hasn't seen Murtair for months now. Missing the company of his partner and his shenanigans (despite Murtair pissing him off half the time just for shits and giggles), Iiestr regrets walking away even though he was completely justified to do so. He's still very hurt but wants to amend the relationship before it's too late, except he doesn't know how and his pride prevents him from making amends. So he just sits and waits, hoping that Murtair would come to him first so that he didn't have to take that first step.
He can be a sarcastic ass and really cold but to be honest, he just doesn't know how to express himself all that well, often too tired to talk, and doesn't trust strangers. His interactions with the group are probably the my favourite aspect of his character because he can go from the protective big brother with the twins to being an absolute douche to Elodea because he thinks it's fun to wind her up.
His voice is kinda low, not really deep kinda average, and he has a light scottish accent. He doesn't sing but he does enjoying humming. If he tried singing he could be decent but he doesn't enjoy it. Can't whistle to save his life.
Pasive agressive and incredibly violent. Iiestr doesn't like people and he isn't the best with interactions so he has made a few enemies. When he gets into a fight, he fights dirty and anything goes. He won't actively pursue an enemy but if he does happen to find one, Iiestr is one them before they can blink.
He's cold and vulgar and doesn't really give a shit. Intimidating as hell, merciless and an asshole when he wants to ward people off.
When it comes to fear, he squashes it down and forces himself through it. He sees it as weakness and refuses to let himself give in to fear, or even feel it for a moment. He ignores it, sweeps it under the rug, but once he gets overwhelmed, he's running in the opposite direction.
People think he is anti social but he can be really open and conversational with particular people. So most of the time he is by himself (by choice) and avoids crowded areas. His social battery drains real quick, not that he has much to begin with, and he needs time after to recharge.
Iiestr's biggest turning point was when he lost his mother. She was his biggest supporter, his source of love and affection. Constantly teaching him new skills like archery and sewing.
But when she suddenly disappeared at age 10, he felt like he lost a piece of himself along with her. Crying out in the middle of the night for months on end for somebody that would never come.
Since then, things just started spiraling down hill faster than Iiestr could cope with.
He was practically alone after this, since nobody knew where his father was either. And he didn't have any known relatives. So for two and a half years, he lived by himself, pick pocketing, stealing and doing whatever he could to get money.
This lead to him getting thrown into prison multiple times, getting roughed up by random strangers who had a strange vendetta against kids, and accidentally getting involved with dangerous groups and practises.
Those two and half years, of dealing with the loss of his mother and the constant fight to survive, had left him cold, emotionless, distrusting of people and with a shit tonne of trauma. He was no longer the happy, go lucky boy he was before. The shy kid that would hide underneath his mother's dress, playing with the rabbits in the garden while his mother watched. That boy was gone.
He picked up bad habits such as slouching from his mother cause she always seemed to hunch over. But as soon as she noticed, she actively put effort into standing straight so that Iiestr wouldn't grow up with crap posture (he still slouched though).
His mother taught him how to play a wind instrument, similar to a flute. He wasn't very good at it but she didn't seem to mind. In fact, his mother would ask to hear him play, especially in the the mornings, while she gardens.
She also taught him useful skills such as seeing, how to mend clothes, stitching and such. Teaching him archery aswell because he saw her do it once and he was so fascinated that he demanded she teach him.
With the archery, she taught him never to use animals for target practise or to kill without reason. If he was going to kill, he had to pray for the animal before killing it and he had to use the entire body and leave nothing to waste.
THIS IS SO COOL and so emotionally wrenching and just wonderful!!! You will ALWAYS hook me into reading any fiction with a cat-related character :) :) :)
Followed your writing blog for more updates!! ♥
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