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William Rex 2nd Birthday Campaign: Story (2024)

Chapters 1 - 3

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!! Contains spoilers from William's main story !!

1st Birthday Campaign Story

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I occasionally find myself reminiscing about the very first time I touched the pair of hands that took lives and gave freedom to others at the same time.

I have no regrets about surrendering everything in my life to those hands.

That’s why, today too, I’m by your side and singing my songs of love for you to my heart's content.

…

On my beloved’s birthday, I went to see my lover earlier than anyone else.

Kate: Happy birthday, Will!

William: Thank you, Kate. Looks like my little robin woke up earlier than usual today.

Kate: I did that to be the first to wish you a happy birthday.

William: Ahh, so that’s why this morning feels more wonderful.

William: What’s that tea trolley with the delicious looking black tea and sandwiches?

Kate: It’s your special birthday breakfast. I borrowed the kitchen this morning to prepare it.

Kate: Ah, but that's not all. I have more surprises prepared for you today—

William: … Fufu.

Kate: Will?

William: Nothing. I shall not doubt your confidence.

My cheeks turned red, it made me both happy and embarrassed to hear his jolly laughter.

Kate: Today’s your special day, and it has to be memorable for you.

Kate: I’m sorry for being so greedy.

William: You know that your greediness is what I love most about you, villainous woman.

Will smiled and gently pulled me closer by the waist.

William: Come, Kate. I shall enjoy the best breakfast with my adorable lover.

After finishing the dessert strawberries,

William: So, what does my greedy little robin want to do today?

Kate: What do you say about going to a photography studio to have your photograph taken?

William: A photograph… I’ve never thought of that.

Kate: I want to immortalise you, the embodiment of evil, as the fairytale keeper.

Kate: Words are wonderful indeed, but I feel that photographs are meaningful as well.

May my records of the self-righteous King’s sins be passed down from generation to generation, like a spoonful of poison warning against committing evil deeds.

“Look, the self-righteous King will come if you commit evil deeds. Therefore, you must never be evil”.

Because a fairytale can only end when evil has received judgement.

Kate: … You don’t want to?

William: I’d love to, this is a wonderful present you thought of. Thank you, Kate.

Kate: I’m relieved to hear that. Knowing you, there must already be one or two photos of you taken without your consent,

Kate: Besides, Her Majesty is quite a big fan of taking photos… right?

William: Yes, there's even a saying that “she is the pride of England’s photography”.

William: However, excluding a few candid shots Victor took, there has never been a proper photograph of me.

Kate: Why is that so?

William: Her Majesty never allows herself to be photographed. It’s unfair that I’m the only one being photographed, right?

William: Even though she has a role to play in this evil too, I’m the only one being known as the villain.

William’s exaggerated shrug brought a smile to my face without me realising it.

William: My “very first” photograph. I love this present from you.

(Will’s first… hehe)

Kate: Then let’s hurry to the photography studio. I have the carriage ready— ah.

When I was about to stand up and head out, Will pulled me back and I fell into his chest.

William: Before that, I want a birthday kiss.

Kate: … But we’ll be late for the photoshoot.

(I want a kiss too.)

(But I know that if we kiss, we won't be able to stop.)

William: You’re being a naughty girl, saying things that go against what your heart desires and making me out to be the bad guy.

William: Kate, “what do you want”...?

He easily exposed my innermost desires, unravelling my heart like loosening a knot.

There was no point trying to hide anything from Will.

Kate: Will, I want a kiss.

William: Shall we do that until we get tired of it, Kate?

…

We would never get tired of kissing, so we reluctantly parted our lips and made our way to the studio just in time.

Studio Owner: I’ve been awaiting your arrival!

Studio Owner: We have lovely weather today, so we can have a photoshoot both indoors and outdoors.

Studio Owner: Where would you like to have your photos taken?

Kate: … Will would look amazing outdoors. Ah, but he looks good indoors too.

Studio Owner: Ahaha, let’s do both then. This way, please.

Kate: Oh, thank you…

William: You’re so lovely when you’re being loyal to your desires. Well then, I shall live up to your expectations.

The photoshoot began a few minutes later, and it didn't take me long to realise what Will meant by those words.

(W-William… he looks PERFECT!)

With every pose Will struck, I could only sigh in awe.

William: How do I look, Kate?

Kate: … Perfect. Ah, please show us a wink.

William: Ahahaha! I’m glad you're enjoying this.

— At that moment, the doorbell at the entrance of the studio rang.

An elderly couple walked in.

Elderly Woman: My, are we a little too early?

William: We were just about to take a break. Would you like to proceed with your photoshoot?

…

Studio Owner: Let’s start the photoshoot! Alright, here we go.

We decided to watch the elderly couple during their photoshoot.

Under the clear blue sky, their smiles and the present moment were captured with every click of the camera shutters.

(They lived a long life together snuggled up like this… how beautiful.)

Watching them hold hands, their hands wrinkled from old age, my chest felt tight.

“Destruction” awaited Will and I with open arms at the end of our love story.

There was no knowing for certain that our destruction wouldn't come tomorrow.

There might never come a day when we could lean on each other lovingly like that elderly couple.

(Even so, I have no regrets. I will continue to live freely by Will’s side until the final moment of my life.)

(It's my freedom and my heart’s desire to love him until the end.)

The heart that Will set free continues beating to this day.

William: ...

William: I have a favour to ask of you, Kate.

Kate: What is it? It’s your birthday, so I’ll do anything you want.

William: Sounds promising. Well then, will you take a photo together with me?

Kate: Together?

William: Yes. You’re allowed to refuse if you don't want to be remembered as the self-righteous King’s lover.

Kate: Let’s take a photo together!

Kate: … Actually… I’ve been wanting to take a photo with you…

William: Ahahaha! I had a feeling you did.

William: If that's the case, let us flaunt our evil to the fullest.

— I wonder what the people looking at our photographs in the future will think of us?

Will they think of me as a foolish woman who was spell-bound by the sinful self-righteous king, leading to my own destruction?

(I don't care what they’ll say about me.)

(Because my heart is free and happy.)

…

Upon returning to the castle after the photoshoot, I guided Will to the dining room.

All the members of Crown were present to celebrate his birthday as planned.

We had cake decorated with strawberries, enjoyed a delicious feast, and drank wine until late into the night—

…

Kate: Mm… nn…

I was roused from my sleep by the gentle sunlight hitting my eyelids, my body wrapped in the sheets and the heat from last night still lingering.

(Ah, Will and I got intimate last night, and we fell asleep right after—)

(Is Will still asleep?)

I slowly lifted my head from Will’s chest that smelled like roses and caught his eyes, the colour of blood gazing at me.

His eyes seemed to hide a gentle rainfall.

Kate: … Will?

William: … Kate.

William: How many more of such special moments will we have?

His tone sounded more serious than usual, I gazed at Will while being held close to his chest and listening carefully to his every word.

William: I don't mean that I’ll let you die easily, but…

William: We’ll never know for sure whether fate will take you away tomorrow.

Kate: Yeah…

William: However, that won't make me regret or give up on loving you…

William: No, instead, that’s why I—

Kate: Will, mm…

William pressed his lips to mine.

The kiss felt more passionate than usual, and I found myself reflexively clinging to his shirt—

Our lips finally parted and he whispered in between ragged breaths.

William: I will risk everything I have to love you.

William: I will listen to and cherish the voices from your heart, and sing the melody of the finest love song.

At that very moment, Will and I shared the same emotion in our hearts.

We didn't know what would happen tomorrow, making that moment all the more precious.

I felt alive.

Kate: Sometimes… I wonder…

Kate: What kind of facial expression will I be wearing when my ultimate destruction comes?

Kate: I think… I’ll surely be smiling happily.

William: … And when I’m holding your happily smiling dead body in my arms, your poison will spread and stop my breathing too.

Kate: … At that point of time, shall we go to sleep together at the finishing line?

William: … Yeah, sounds good to me.

William: But let's put that plan on hold for a bit.

William: For now, may I kiss those beautifully wicked lips of yours that can charm even the most sinful of men?

Kate: Yes… kiss me, Will.

Kate: Mm… nn…

William: Kate…

The desire in his gaze, the smell of roses in the air, the feeling of his hot fingertips on my skin.

Everything Will gave me fueled my desires and made me breathe.

(I was as good as dead before I met Will.)

I spent my life suppressing and killing my heart, ignoring my inner voice.

I felt lost, not knowing what I wanted.

Loving Will might’ve made me born again.

Kate: Will, Will…

William: … Hm?

Kate: If I keep being loved like this… I might never bear to leave you.

William: Want to hear something that’ll benefit you?

Kate: …? What is it? Please tell me.

William: I requested a day off on the day after my birthday.

William: Because I wasn't confident that I’d be able to let you leave this bed.

Kate: E-Eh…?

I was surprised for a brief moment before I burst out laughing.

Kate: … Fufu, ahaha!

Kate: I didn't expect you to surprise me again this year!

William: It’s not as if you don't know that I’m very loyal to my desires?

Kate: Yes, of course I know that.

William: So, Kate. Shall we make love in bed again, or—

Kate: I want it all. Give me a taste of everything.

William: Alright. … I was just thinking the same thing.

William: We’ll make love so hard, you’ll have scratches on your back.

Kate: Ah.

Will laughed as I looked in surprise at the scratches I left on his back last night.

…

A few days after Will’s birthday.

I went to the photo studio to collect the photos we took on his birthday—

Studio Owner: Huh? Didn't you just come to pick up your photos earlier on?

Kate: Eh? Was Will here?

Studio Owner: Yes. Fufu, the two of you sure think alike. The photos turned out wonderful too.

(I missed him. … This is embarrassing.)

(But it makes me wonder if Will was looking forward to seeing the photos. I’m happy if that's true.)

Kate: Thank you for taking such wonderful photos of us.

Studio Owner: …

Studio Owner: When he came to collect the photos, I told him “you look happy”.

Kate: Eh?

Studio Owner: But—

– Flashback Start -

William: Happy, huh. That’s strange, because people can never know what’s in another person’s heart.

William: Even though someone appears to be happy, they may be burdened by the feelings of loneliness, conflict…

William: Take these photographs for example. When the future generations look at them, it’s up to them how they want to feel.

William: But that's alright.

William: … Only the people in the photographs know the truth.

– Flashback End –

Studio Owner: That was why I couldn't help but ask him a question.

Studio Owner: “Is your heart happy?”

Kate: What did Will… what did he say?

Studio Owner: “It is, as long as I’m living with her”.

Kate: … I-Is that so?

(I… I see.)

Unexpectedly learning of Will’s genuine feelings made me so, so incredibly happy, I nearly cried.

At that very moment, I felt truly happy.

#ikemen villains #ikemen series #cybird ikemen #otome #cybird otome #ikevil birthday #william rex #ikevil william #aikm translation

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cryptomiracle · 2 months

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more creepypasta headcanons

(+ marble hornets)

WARNINGS:

Ooc? Idk

I started this at 2 am and you can tell

Cursing

I write on my phone so the format may be a little weird

Any brands, games, or characters mentioned in this do NOT belong to me, nor am I sponsored by them in any way.

This is very unserious, I've noticed that a lot of my other hcs usually take a "dark" turn and so I decided to make some that didn't.

You could even say they're a bit... silly.

You should totally check out my masterlist for more hcs (it's pinned)

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Characters: masky, hoodie, ticci toby, jeff the killer, and BEN DROWNED.

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Jeff:

he's extremely hard headed, he WILL argue/fight with someone over the dumbest things and he'll never stop arguing, even if he knows the other person is right.

He has an "emo accent"

He likes to start drama between people, and then leave the crime scene.

He is so ashy you could strike a match off of his elbow

He's been wearing the same beat up converse since 2012, them things are being held together by duct tape and a prayer.

His favorite animal is a raccoon, he says they're sneaky and nocturnal like him.

He refuses to get a new phone, he won't even steal one.

He curses all the time just cause he can, sometimes he'll even jumble random curse words together.

BEN:

He listens to vocaloid and he doesn't play about miku

He runs one of those "rage bait" accounts that are painfully obviously bait

Still quotes old memes and refuses to let them die

Example: yeet, t-posing, and "sanic the hedgehog"

He scams old people on Facebook and e-daters, he doesn't feel bad about it either.

He uses the money he gets from scamming to buy v-bucks and overwatch coins

He once doxxed someone for dissing miku

slender had to take away his mic privileges because he was keeping everyone up at night by yelling bloody murder at people on fortnite/overwatch

once showed up at someones house because they emoted on him after killing him in game

Toby:

He vapes, and thinks he's so cool cause he can do "vape tricks" and he makes people watch him while he does them

Someone once gave him apple cider, told him it was alcohol, and he pretended to be drunk.

His phone gallery is filled with random photos, like there'll be a low quality picture of a tree and then right beside it a picture of a ceiling. Just random stuff

Mint chocolate chip ice cream enjoyer

He's really flexible, although he has bad posture he can do back bends, the splits, etc

more on his terrible posture; when he sits he literally looks like this: ) )

When he first started working for slenderman, he REFUSED to live in the manor and lived outside. While he lived outside he became friends with a lot of the wildlife, slender eventually made him move into the manor because there was a rumor that toby was going to make a "possum army" and try to overthrow slender

He will fight anyone and anything he really doesn't care about his, or their well-being.

Had a "weeb" phase when he was in middle school and he still has nightmares about "naruto running" away from his bullies.

Hoodie:

He can make a killer sandwich (lol) he's not the best at cooking other things, but if you get him to make you a sandwich, he'll bless your taste buds.

He loves karaoke, he can't sing for shit but he still does it anyway

He acts like a millennial (I'm sorry) not to the point where it's completely unbearable, but he will send people "relatable memes" every now and then

He enjoys online arguments, he'll never participate but he will scroll through different threads of people arguing for hours on end

He likes for people to say stuff like "GO WHITE BOY GO" to him

He blushes when he lies, he's a scarily good liar but if you ever want to catch him in a lie, point out the fact that his cheeks are red.

Whenever he has a drink with a straw, he holds the straw in-between his tooth gap.

he sends streaks.

Masky:

He has a NASTYYY side eye, and sometimes he'll scrunch up his nose while side eyeing someone just to make it sting even more

Contemplated getting a mullet once, he never went through with it though.

He coughs like someone's grandfather who smoked three packs of cigarettes a day for 40 years

If someone says a word that reminds him lf a song he likes, it'll automatically get stuck in his head and he'll hum it all day after that.

he isn't weak when it comes to stinky smells, but if it's stinky enough to make him gag he's extremely overdramatic.

he learned how to sew because of how much he ripped his jeans, shirts, etc.

Sleeps so hard sometimes people think he's dead, he'll just be laying there looking casket ready but everyone is too scared to check on him cause he gets super grumpy when woken up.

he always keeps a little money hidden somewhere, even if it's just a 5 dollar bill.

he's superstitious, if he sees you attempt to walk under a ladder he will physically drag you back and make you walk around it.

he has a pair of brass knuckles which he only saves for "special occasions" they're his favorite things ever, he even named them.

he only uses his phone to call, text, or search something up, and that's it.

he doesn't even have YouTube installed.

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I will be reading over this to check for any errors, ty for reading - M

#creepypasta #headcanon #creepypasta headcanon #jeff the killer #ticci toby #marble hornets #brian thomas #hoodie headcanons #jeff the killer headcanons #ticci toby headcanons #masky headcanons #masky marble hornets #hoodie marble hornets #ben drowned #ben drowned headcanons #tim wright

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with-my-murder-flute · 1 month

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Cristabel and the proverbial sandwich

(Spoilers for Harrow and Nona the Ninth)

I have not known inner peace since I saw someone say, "But come on, does anyone ACTUALLY buy John's story about how the nun died?"

Because honestly, I'd just kind of gone, "Super random, very weird interaction, boy there sure are cult mindworms at play here," and moved on to the next page.

But as soon as I saw that question asked, the amount I did not buy that story hit me like a load of bricks, to the point I'm kind of amazed that I ever did believe it.

Two people. A locked door. A nuclear standoff. A close-range head injury.

On one side, a full-fledged Catholic nun—well done, that’s the classic—who's best friends with a staunchly atheist world-class scientist and believes, if we're to believe John, that Jesus's problem is that he didn't stick to office hours.

On the other, a woman described as, "A total delight. Effervescent. Kind to animals and children. A master of the sword. Did not have the intellect you’d ordinarily find in a sandwich or an orange, and was a sickening twerp into the bargain."

Oh, and in the middle, there's also a necromancer who wants to bring back his friends... minus any little details about things he they might have done wrong. He "knows where memory lives in the brain", and they "won't have any of it." And "guys as careful as me don't make mistakes," but then again, all that means is that if he kills someone, he did it on purpose.

C— talks her way into a locked room with John, who's on the phone threatening some world leaders with a nuke, expresses care and concern for him, and then... decides he needs more data on the soul? And kills herself to provide that for him?

I'll be honest, I just don't believe that John was an ordinary guy, totally normal, could be any of us, and he just got put in a really stressful situation and made some bad choices but who HASN'T done things they aren't proud of??? I reject that point of view completely. Like, Elon Musk in any given interaction probably is really stressed out and unhappy and having trouble responding in a way that's at all well-considered or emotionally mature, but that doesn't mean that Musk isn't also, at baseline, a deeply stupid, petty, immature, grandiose, entitled, egocentric person. No matter what situation you put him in, he's going to keep on being those things.

I think that John's initial idea was to put the entire human population of Earth, minus some necessary staff, into some giant cryonic freezers, and give the Earth some amount of time to rest and recover from the effects of human-caused pollution. A plan about which I will confess some hesitation myself; being told "just lie down in this coffin, bro, you'll only be a little dead, I'll totally bring you back to life* in a couple centuries (*98% effective!) " does not fill me with an enthusiasm to hop on board.

And then his project got cut. And he decided, "Well, if they won't agree, I can just make them agree." After all, all that end game needs is 10 billion frozen corpses hanging out in those tin cans, and a small team of staff left to keep the place running. How it gets there is something he can afford to be flexible about. If people won't climb in on their own, he can put them there.

So when C— or the nun tell him to stop focusing on revenge, to bend all his energies to saving the world, I think he thinks: Well, I am. He's gonna wash the earth clean at the end of this! He just needs to be able to set the dominoes in motion. He just needs to engineer a situation that will justify taking his nuke out of the vault and making the pieces fall.

A situation that would be sabotaged, ruined, if anyone made a true deep sincere good-faith effort to talk him out of Plan Nuke and called the legitimacy of this crisis into any sort of question. He needs to prevent that from happening.

Actually. Also. He needs one more thing than that.

He needs an excuse to use the nuke, but also, he's finishing his homework at the very last minute. He still hasn't mastered the soul. He does need a few more test subjects.

Maybe he let her in and thought: Two birds with one stone, eh?

#lis's tlt theories #the locked tomb #the locked tomb spoilers #ntn spoilers #htn spoilers #cristabel oct #john gaius must die

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fictitiousmagines · 9 months

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You've Already Got Me Wrapped Around Your Finger Part 4

You couldn't imagine my delight, when you invited me to a mid-day picnic after you poured your heart out to me in the stacks at Mooney's. I'd wanted to kiss you, so desperately, but heroes wait for their moment.

And you are a vision here in this bustling park, the pale blue sun dress and the same ole tote that you sling over your shoulder. You are a vision. You're effortless, in a way that people try to emulate but never quite measure up to.

You blush and babble as you unpack a spread of cheese, crackers and fruit. As you unpack, your most prized possession tumbles from the depths of your tote: your journal. You've mentioned in passing, that you draw and write in there and its the only time you feel like you can be yourself. I am Captain Ahab and your journal is my white whale.

"Oops," Y/N says while quickly stuffing it back in. Its a deep green with tattered corners but she touches it with such tenderness.

I hope you can be yourself with me, Y/N. I hope you can tell that I'm here to save you. I'm here to take care of you.

It was an absolutely perfect day: the picnic, the train back to our little part of New York City, the leisurely ride home, kissing you on your porch.

Your lips were so soft, Y/N. They're almost a drug. The way I got lost in the moment and buried my hands into your soft hair. Pulling away, you looked up at me with a look that only can be described as vulnerable. Beautiful. I wanted to take you right there. But instead I stroked your cheek with my thumb and reassured you that I had a wonderful time. That I couldn't wait to see you again.

When you texted me later that night, you pulled me out of my reading. But you are always a welcome distraction.

"Thanks again for the beautiful day together. Wanna grab a drink later this week? PS. I lost my journal, maybe on the train? I'm bummed! Does Mooney's sell blank journals?"

I don't answer because I immediately plan on buying you one and bringing it to you in the morning. A nice one. And each time you pour your soul into its pages, you'll think of me.

It was irresistible grabbing it out of your bag on the train. Your attention was on the loud commotion to your right. In an instant, it went from your bag, to my backpack. Hidden under the picnic blanket.

Maybe I'll buy you a new bag, one with a zipper. I don't want anyone pickpocketing you. Anyone could grab your wallet and get your personal information. I just wanna keep you safe. Not everyone is going to have your best intentions at heart. But I do.

I've been worried about you, Y/N. This is just my way of checking on you. I'm sure you're worried about overloading me. About having too much baggage, but you could never be too much for me. The more I read, the more fascinated I became.

I learned from your journal, new things but also things I only suspected. Like, that your dads care overwhelms you sometimes. Even though you love your dad dearly. That you worry that it might be time to put him in a home, even though your heart couldn't bear it. That your brother resists helping you, even though you work round the clock. That you miss your mother. And rereading The Outsiders makes you feel more connected to her.

Your art is always so gestural. So much feeling.

My heart stopped when I saw that you even wrote about me.

You wrote about meeting me at the shop. Our coffee together. And even about eating bodega sandwiches in the stacks of Mooney's. How I made you feel safe at that moment.

"I don't want to get ahead of myself, but I think I like this guy Joe."

#joe goldberg x you #joe goldberg fanfic #joe goldberg x reader #joe goldberg imagine #joe goldberg imagines #joe goldberg #You imagine #you imagines #penn badgley x reader #penn badgley imagine #penn badgley

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acourtofwhatthefuck · 2 years

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Coming Home (Part Thirteen).

Azriel x Reader

Oof. Time for some confrontation. Things are ramping up.

Warnings: ANGSTTTT

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You’d wanted to speak with Elain alone.

Away from the prying eyes and ears of the others. Somewhere you could talk without any outside input. Without anyone coddling Elain.

Fate, it seemed, was working against you – again.

You’d gone to Rhys and Feyre’s the next morning, expecting everyone to be readily preparing for Starfall, out and about around the city, buying last minute clothes or delivering last minute invites in person. Hopefully, Elain would be tending to the garden like she did most days, solitary enough that you’d be able to drop by, say your piece, and get out of there. And that would be perfect. After Lucien’s visit to your house the day before, your anger had been barely containable; but still, you’d decided to do the responsible thing and sleep on it before hashing out whatever tensions lay between you and Elain. When you woke up that morning, you felt only slightly calmer.

Slightly calmer, in that you could probably get through the conversation without launching soil at her.

Hopefully

What you hadn’t anticipated was walking into the town house and finding the entire fucking family sat at the table, eating breakfast. Even Lucien was there.

Every single one of them looked up upon your entrance, and the words you’d prepared to say to Elain died in your throat. You glanced from her – looking pretty and perfect in a pale lilac gown – to Lucien, who had pure trepidation in his eyes. Finally to Azriel, who studied you quietly.

Rhys smiled up at you. “You got my note, then.” No, no you hadn’t. “Come sit. We’re having a family breakfast.”

“She must have smelt the pastries from across the city.” Cassian smirked, pulling out the chair beside him and patting it. “Sit next to me.”

You complied – if only to get their intense stares off of you; like they could somehow sense you’d come here with a purpose and faltered at the last minute. You slumped into the chair Cas had offered, sandwiching you between him and Lucien. Elain was directly opposite you.

“Are you excited for tomorrow?” Cas asked as various conversations around the table resumed. He passed you a plate of pastries, grinning wickedly. “Your first Starfall in a century. I hope you’ve picked out something pretty to wear.”

Your eyes briefly met Azriel’s as you responded, “I have something in mind.”

And thus began what was perhaps the most awkward breakfast you’d ever endured. Even those early days in the mortal lands, when people had been scared and cautious of you, and your meals at the inn had been solitary and lonely – even that was favourable to this.

You barely spoke a word besides the odd answer to a question, your mind reeling too much to supply conversation. Elain’s eyes periodically drifted to you, flitting between you, and Lucien at your side. The way she pursed her lips and gripped her fork told you precisely how she felt about your close proximity to her mate.

“I really am sorry about yesterday.” Lucien murmured to you, when it seemed no one was listening. “I was out of line.”

“You’re entitled to your opinion.” You merely shrugged. Another scathing glance from Elain stopped him pushing the subject; you had no doubt she’d heard every word.

By the end of breakfast, when the dirty dishes disappeared with a snap of Rhys’s fingers, and everyone had slouched back in their chairs, you felt torn. Torn about whether to get the hell out of there, confront Elain another day, or get it over with. Your brain was ticking a mile a minute, fingers drumming against the tabletop. You didn’t even know what everyone was talking about around you.

“Elain?” You were suddenly pushing out of your chair. Everyone looked up upon the interruption. “Can I have a word?”

Elain blinked prettily up at you, brown eyes as wide as a doe’s. “What about, Y/N?”

No. You weren’t doing this here, in front of the others. Not when you were no way near as delicate, as proper, as her. Not when you’d come out of it looking like the one in the wrong.

“How about a walk around the garden?” You suggested. You stepped away from the table, hoping she’d follow without issue. “You can show me the flowers you’ve planted.”

“Uh…” Feyre stared between you. “Is everything alright, Y/N?”

By the looks on their faces, not a single one of them thought things were alright. Your family’s gazes were cautious as they watched you stop at the door; like they sensed a storm brewing. Like nothing good could come from this.

“Everything is fine.” You attempted a smile. “I just wanted to talk to Elain. Privately.”

Elain had pushed out from her chair and stood up. But she didn’t follow you. “I think I’d like to stay here. Anything you have to say can be shared with everyone, can’t it?”

You almost laughed. She was so, so good at playing this game. Playing the innocent. No one would assume that she’d wronged you in any way, because she was Elain, and you were you. You were the predator, and she the pretty, pretty prey.

But whatever. Maybe everyone had made their minds up about you long ago. Maybe things would continue to spiral whether you spoke to Elain in the dining room or walking around the garden or on the fucking moon.

So you ignored Lucien’s concerned eyes. Azriel’s furrowed brow. The tension in both Rhys and Feyre’s shoulders. The curious stares of the others.

“Okay.” You pushed away from the door. “Fine.”

Elain faced you fully. “What did you need to talk to me about?”

Cassian cleared his throat loudly. “Perhaps you should sit down to talk, ladies.”

But you were shaking your head. “I’m fine standing, Cas, thank you.”

“As am I.” Elain nodded.

One of them – you didn’t know which — exhaled a slow, drawn out breath. It was certainly Feyre who murmured a soft, “Oh Gods”.

“Lucien told me what you said.” You answered Elain. “Or rather – what you asked of him. To stay away from me.”

Her stunning, brown eyes flashed – very subtly, but enough for you to catch it. As though Lucien telling you was outrageous. And you bringing up in front of everyone was even worse. Perhaps she’d never thought it would get back to you; that you’d just lie back and accept your friend pulling away from you for no good reason.

From the table, Lucien coughed and pushed out from his chair. “Y/N–”

“I did.” Elain admitted with a nod; a picture of pure, unmarred innocence. “What of it?”

“I’d like to know why. What’s your issue with me, Elain?”

Tucking her chair in, she stepped away from the table, brushing her gown down. You tracked her movements – thought for a minute that she was just going to walk away – but then she lifted her chin. Like she was ready for a fight.

“I may not have any interest in a bond I had no say in,” She said, her face pinched – and Gods, you winced for Lucien in that moment. “But Lucien is good. Too good, perhaps. And I fear what would happen to his heart if he involves himself with the likes of you.”

“Elain.” Feyre’s voice was stark, commanding – the voice of a High Lady. “Watch what you’re saying.”

But she may as well have not been there – nor any of them. The room seemed to melt away around just the two of you, and the ire you felt – that had started as a mere flicker, an annoyance – was picking up. Spreading and roiling into a full-on inferno.

The likes of you. Your eyes narrowed. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“Isn’t it true?” Elain angled her head. Feigned a frown. “That the members of other courts know of your…habits. Of your loose morals?”

“Right, this is getting out of hand–” Mor tried to raise from the table. You stopped her in her tracks. Seconds. You were seconds from losing your temper.

“It’s true,” You snapped, “that there are misconceptions about me born purely from pathetic, outdated beliefs of how a court’s female should act. Beliefs that were rocked when I decided to do what I wanted to do instead of being my High Lord brother’s burden for eternity. Hardly anyone knows what I saw, or felt, or did when I was travelling, because hardly anyone bothers to ask.”

It was more than you were ever willing to spill in front of them, and some small part of you, beneath the rush of your anger, cringed at the vulnerable words you’d used. Burden. Hardly anyone bothers to ask. That would undoubtedly be brought into question later.

Not now, though. Now, everyone watched both of you with bated breaths – Rhys looked like he didn’t know whether to drag you or Elain away. He pressed his palms flat on the surface of the table, ready to jump in if need be.

“Well.” Elain merely pursed her lips in response to your words. “Poor you, Y/N.”

Just like that, she was moving her feet and striding towards the door. And perhaps it made you the aggressor, but you were past the point of caring – you didn’t hesitate to follow after her. To fall into step with her. You could hear the rustle of clothing as everyone rapidly stood up behind you.

“And even if they were right about what they’re saying,” You sniped, jumping into Elain’s path, “whose business is it beside mine, how many people I invite to my bed? Nobody bats an eyelid at a male with many lovers. I’m free to fuck who I please.”

“Yes,” Elain hissed – the harshest tone you’d ever heard come from her lips. It truly didn’t align with that flawless, flawless face. “And that is precisely my issue with you.”

She had you stumped there. You stopped, frowning at her, and she tried to sidestep you. You were faster, though, blocking her way.

“What do you mean?” You demanded.

She folded her arms, both of you ignoring a soft plea from the table. “I resent your freedoms, Y/N. And I resent how you abuse them. My freedoms were taken from me the second Nesta and I were captured by the King of Hybern. We had no say about what direction our lives were quickly going in. Our mortality was snatched from us – the ability to have normal, human lives. And I didn’t even get to choose who was best suited for myself. Everything has been chosen for me, and I have to just endure it. And yet you have choices, and you waste them on behaving recklessly and making bad decisions. Why? Because Rhysand was always going to be the favourite? Was that it? Why you chose to live your life being the wayward child that rebelled?”

It was perhaps the most she’d ever said to you since you’d first met – and every syllable had your teeth gritting harder and harder until your jaw hurt. Rhys knew that look on your face, knew the impact her words would have. All three Illyrians did, and they seemed to step forward in perfect sync.

You didn’t know which one of you they intended to protect.

“You know nothing,” You spat, hands shaking, “about how I’ve lived my life. What I’ve had to endure.”

“Perhaps not.” Elain shrugged. “But do you truly believe that traversing other courts and building yourself a scandalous reputation is going to fill that emptiness inside you? Fix that inferiority complex?”

The words tumbled from your mouth before you could stop them. “Do you truly believe fluttering your eyelashes at Azriel every time he comes around is going to change that you’re mated to another male?”

Elain’s hand flew into the air before anyone knew what she was doing. She was actually going to fucking slap you with her pretty, perfectly-manicured hand. You braced yourself–

But the impact never came.

Lucien was suddenly there, in the small gap between yours and Elain’s bodies. You hadn’t even seen him move, but he was the only damn one of everyone that threw himself in the way of Elain’s hand, gripping hold of her wrist before the slap could even land.

“Oh no you don’t.” He said through gritted teeth. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

Elain looked like she couldn’t quite believe it herself. Glancing at her hand that was still suspended in the air, still stayed firmly by Lucien’s, and then back at you, she blinked – and then tried to take a step towards you. “Oh, Gods, Y/N–”

But Lucien was already dragging her from the room. Gently, of course – so gentle it made your heart hurt. Because despite everything she’d just said about him, their bond, in front of everyone, he was still honourable enough to shove his own feelings down and de-escalate the situation. To stop her doing something he knew she’d regret.

He stopped in the doorway, shooting a glance at you over his shoulder. “I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

He pulled the door shut behind him, and the sound of his and Elain’s voices faded as he dragged her away.

Leaving you to face everyone else.

Rhys was the first to approach you. He gripped your face in his hand, studying you closely. “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine.” You frowned, squirming away. “She didn’t even hit me.”

“She was going to, though.” Feyre pursed her lips. “I am so, so sorry, Y/N.”

“Seriously, it’s fine. I’m fine.” You didn’t know whose sake you were saying it for – didn’t know if there was any truth to it. You stepped away before they could pick you apart. “I’m just…gonna go home.”

You darted from that room before anyone could stop you, your heart pounding. Not from fear or nerves – you’d met plenty of females like Elain in your time, and a petty dislike for you was the least of your worries.

But because you didn’t know what they might say behind your back. Who they would side with – if anyone. Whether they’d think you the harsh, bitter bitch, and Elain the delicate flower who’d been cornered into an attack.

Did it even matter anymore, though? You weren’t sure it did.

You were wandering up to your house when you heard the beat of wings in the sky above you. You looked up, wondering if Rhys had come to chew you out – only to find Azriel swooping. He landed with a graceful lope, barely a sound of impact as he planted his feet on the ground and stared at you.

“Come to tell me off?” You asked. You weren’t sure you could handle another fight right now.

But Azriel frowned – softly, gently. Beautifully. “I’ve come to make sure you’re alright.”

You stared back at him, begging – pleading – with yourself not to cry. You folded your arms, lifting your chin.

“It should have been me that jumped in then.” Az’s voice was hoarse. Vulnerable. His eyes shuttered as if he couldn’t think of the correct words whilst you stared at him. “ I’m sorry. If she’d hurt you…if anyone hurt you, Y/N…”

You shrugged. “What of it?”

“I’d tear the world apart until they’d paid for it.”

Oh. Slightly more extreme than you’d been expecting. Az usually kept a lid on such things, kept his cards close to his chest. It was only in recent weeks that he’d started to become more open…candid.

And his eyes – as he opened them again – they looked genuinely sorrowful. Deep and dark and churning. Like he wished he’d done more back there…wished he’d said something that may have stopped you feeling quite so alone.

Like the thought of anyone hurting you tore him apart from the inside.

You didn’t know what to say, what to think. You chewed your lip, rubbing at your chilled arms and meeting Azriel’s eyes.

“Would you like some tea?” Was all you could manage.

He didn’t hesitate to follow you inside.

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feltit-wroteit · 4 months

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Better For Me. Not You.

Jean-Pierre Magnan x Reader

Your boyfriend doesn't understand why you need to attend school when you have him to teach you. But, for you, there is nothing more important than getting an high education. A fight might be what your boyfriend needs in order to not make a fuss at school.

You had arrived in France after your parents decided England had became to bland. Sure it was a huge change, but not a sad one. You didn't have a lot of friends back in England so nothing was left when you set trail. But here, it was perfect.

On your first day, your parents went to buy some meet at the Magnan's and that is where you met Jean-Pierre. You two immediately clicked and the rest was history. It started with you going back every few days to purchase new meat and finished with Jean-Pierre courting you and becoming your boyfriend. It wasn't hard for you to fall in love with him. He was like the men you read about in your books that your parents had bought when moving here.

Jean-Pierre taught you everything he knew when you had asked him if he could. Schools for girls were very prestegious and you hadn't known a thing beside litterature. He was the perfect teacher. Always taking his time when you didn't understand something. You now were almost his equal which meant you were more than an average student. That is what your boyfriend said anyways and that was enough validation for you.

Recently though, the relationship had been rocky. Jean-Pierre's school was oppening its door for a few girls and you had gotten and acceptable letter three weeks ago. It was your first day today, and officially the one week mark of you not talking to your boyfriend. He probably thought that he was the one ignoring you, but it was the other way around. You couldn't even look at him after what had happened that afternoon while you guys were havimg à nice pic-nic.

-One week ago-

"Fuck! I don't want you too. It should be the only good reason!" You looked at him and waited for him to say he was joking. Hoping he was joking. Nothing came..."I don't know what to say Jean-Pierre-" "Don't say anything. Just do as I say." Of course you knew your boyfriend had controling tendencies but he had never used them on you. "Jean-Pierre Magnan. You will not speak to me like that. I deserve respect. Besides, it doesn't matter what you want in this." He scoffed. "Well, yeah it does." You looked at him and finally decided to put your sandwich down. Your appetite was no longer there. "Oh yeah? And how may that be true? Explain away." You motioned for him to do so after whipping your hand clean from your lunch's remnants. "I am your future husband after all." He looked ta you with fire in his eyes. You looked at him with disgust. "What is that suppose to mean? That I can't be a good wife because I have an education. That I am less than a woman for wanting to do something that only men had the right to do not so long ago but should be reachable to anyone? You digust me right now Magnan." You voiced your thoughts and let your frustration take over. "No. But it means that you have me and that is plenty enough to learn- I don't want you around all these boys! There I said it." He tried to reach for your hand thinking this thing was resolved and it was now your turn to scoff. "How much of a man are you? Maybe I shouldn't be your wife since you think me for a brainless damsel who will jump at any boy in my usual unfaithfulness? You are selfish." You said as you pulled your hand from his getting up. He got up with you and you saw the regret painted on your face. But it was too late. "Y/N... That is not what I meant. I was being selfish. Pardon me, please?" "Good to see you taking responsibility for your actions. But your selfishness will get us nowhere. Maybe me going to school isn't good in your books, but in mine? It is too good to be true. And you, of all people, know how bad I want this. Shame on you Magnan." You stabbed his chest with your index finger and let tears fall from your eyes. "I am so sorry, darling. Please forgive me. I lost my thoughts-I-I..." You looked in his eyes and pulled your finger away from his chest. Silence was the inly thing leaving your mouth and that didn't sit well with your boyfriend. You picked your stuff up from the ground and went to leave. "What are you doing, Y/N?" He followed you slightly. You turned around and made a distance with your hand gently placed on his abdomen. "I think it's better if we both take time to breath. See you at school Jean-Pierre." You turned your back to him once more and left.

Jean-Pierre sat back down and slammed his fist on the grass after gripping his hair by the roots. "Fuck!"

-Now-

You were looking at the class board and you noticed your name after some slight searching. Right beside his. You sighed and went to see the other girls that had arrived. This day would be a long one.

When you entered your classroom, Jean-Pierre had kept you a seat beside him and smiled at you. You smiled slightly and went to sit at an empty desk. First period was soent with him looking at you and you trying to focus and answer all of the teachers' questions. The teachers were pretty impression and the other boys were now looking at you too. Not in any way were you comfortable. They were looking at you like a rat in a labotary. Maybe you should've sat with your boyfriend at the front.

When it was time for lunch, you made your way to the cafeteria but were snatched from the waist. You let a squeak out and landed in a man's embrace. "Let go of me! I'm married!" You screamed and only heard a laugh. "We're married now? I thought we were at the divorce stage, darling." The man let you go and you replaced your hair. "Jean-Pierre." You curtsied. "Oh dear Y/N, please forgive me? I can't live with the thought of you hating me. I admit, I was dumb." You looked him dead in the eye and nodded. "I trust you. But please, promise me to never be this controling of me ever again. I won't let it slide quite easily next time." You stayed cold and he nodded fastly. He went forward and reached for your hand. He laid a quick but soft kiss on your lips and smiled "I promise, darling! But can tou sit next to me? A compromise? I don't like all of them eating you up from their stares. I know you answering all the question is attractive, but only I can look at you with wanting eyes. Right?" You both laughed slightly. "Of course my love. Besides I was not comfortable amd want to dedicate all of my attention to the subject at hand." He smiled at you and replaced a stray strand of hair behind your ear. "Good." He kissed you again. "Good you replied with a smile.

While walking to the cafeteria, your head was rethinking of specific thing your boyfriend had said in that room. "So... You were dumb, huh? Do I make your head go mushy, mister Magnan?" You nudged your shoulder against his. "Oh shut it! You're stupid-" You faked a dramatic gasp. "Take thay back right now, Jean-Pierre Magnan!" There was a beat of silence before you burst in laughter.

#mixte x reader #mixte1963 #voltaire high x reader #voltaire high #jean-pierre magnan x reader #mixte 1963 x reader

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yumiis · 4 months

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i was wondering if you could do nick x reader with reader being in denial/oblivious to nick's flirting with them. like they take it as a joke every time bc they don't think someone would ever be in love with them/like them?

YESS i love this trope you've found my soft spot

｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ﾟ。 are you seeing anyone? ; nick

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genre; hurt/comfort, fluff

type; drabble

read below!

Nick wanted you to be his. Super badly. However, every time he made a move, you'd just laugh it off or ignore him completely. It really upset him, but he wouldn't give up on you that easily.

You'd always been the one asked out as a joke, flirted with as a joke, it was always 'ask out Y/n as a joke!'. It absolutely killed your self esteem. It also caused you to not ever dare to reciprocate feelings to anyone, because you knew it would always be too good to be true. Nick included. You figured it was some inside joke with all the guys.

Your phone repeatedly buzzed, Nick's contact appearing on the screen. You slid over to the answer button, "Hello?.." He smiled as you answered, "Y/n! I was worried I wouldn't get ahold of you. Do you wanna do something today? I'm free, the rest of the guys are out." You were floored. This had to be a joke. "Uhh.." You thought for a minute. What could the harm really be? "Sure. What'd you wanna go do?" He smiled widely to himself, finally! He'd get to be alone with you and show you that he really does care, and he's not flirting with you as some cruel joke.

"We could just go to the mall or like, a museum or something? Just to hang out. And uh, don't worry about money! That's on me." He spoke smoothly, no hesitation in his voice whatsoever. You took a deep breath, not knowing what to expect. "O.. Okay. Gotcha. I'll be ready soon then? I can drive over and meet you at the house." He shook his head, "Nah, I'll drive over to you. Be there in thirty!"

In almost exactly thirty minutes time, Nick was knocking on your door. You flattened your shirt, answering the door. "Hey!.." You softly smiled at Nick, noticing he wasn't wearing anything too fancy. "Hey! You look nice. Nicer than me at least, heh." You chuckled a little, "Yeah, heheh.." You were trying your hardest to accept that maybe this wasn't a joke, but it was hard. "Well, you ready? I got all my shit in the car. The mall doesn't close 'til about 8, so we got time!" You nodded, "Ye— yeah!"

You guys spent about an hour or two at the mall, shopping around. Nick threw out some compliments and offered to buy you so much, but you had to decline almost every time. You just felt too guilty if you took that much money from him. He insisted on at least buying you lunch, to which you said was fine.

"So, Y/n," He started as he ate his chicken sandwich, "Are you seeing anyone?" Your face and body went cold, "Huh?" You were confused why he was asking you that. You knew it. This was all some ruse set up by the boys to make a fool out of you. "Like, are you going out with anyone?" You slowly shook your head, "Uhm, no, I uh.. I guess not." Nick looked a little sad, "You wouldn't consider this seeing eachother?" He nonchalantly asked you. You perked up. "I— Oh! Oh, uhm!.."

Nick tilted his head, "Or if you don't like me in that way and i'm taking this wrong that's fine! Just tell me that, because I know you kinda ignore or laugh off any time I make like.. any flirtatious comment.." He smiled sheepishly. You sighed, "No, it's not like that.. I, uh, I do like you like that. I was just like," You paused for a second, waving your hands around a little, "Bullied in school. So I was always the one that was asked out as a joke." He stared at you in awe. "I thought this was all some joke."

"This was never a joke," He placed his hand on top of yours, "Me liking you was never a joke. The guys were really all out today, they all actually really want me to start seeing you. They all really like you, dude." You smiled softly, looking back at Nick. "So? Are you seeing anyone?"

"... Yeah. Yeah, I guess I am."

#alex's writing #anon.txt #tgc x reader #tgc #tgc x you #tgc x y/n #the group chat #the group chat x y/n #the group chat x you #the group chat x reader #softwilly #softwilly x you #softwilly x y/n #softwilly x reader

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eltystuffs · 3 months

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🌼My friend, you have met a terrible, terrible demise🌼

I went urban exploring for the first time with my bestie and brought Mr. Hippo with me to brighten the atmosphere! The floors were creaky, the air was filled with dust, and it was the perfect place for our favorite Mediocre Melody! This guy will be going to @crayfurbs as part of an art trade ❤ It was so fun making Mr. Hippo come to life as a Furby fr

My allergy symptoms will never recover from this I think I have mold spores and dust particles in my brain

If you need Mr. Hippo brainrot, read more

"My friend, you have met a terrible, terrible demise. But, uh, you know, I-I don’t feel too bad about it. After all, if- if it weren’t from me, it would have just been from someone else, ya know? I guess what I’m trying to say is life, life goes on. W- well, from- for everyone else, life goes on. Not- not for you, you’re, you're dead. But that’s neither here nor there. It reminds me of one summer day in the park, I was having just a delightful picnic with my good friend Orville. And I said to him, I said, “Orville, I-I have a story,” And he said to me, “What’s the significance of the story?” I said to him “Orville, not every story has to have significance, ya know? Sometimes uhh, you know, sometimes a story is just a story. You try to read into every little thing and find meaning in everything anyone says, you’ll just drive yourself crazy. Had a friend do it once - wasn’t pretty - we talked about it for years. And-and not only that, but, you’ll likely end up believin' something you shouldn’t believe or thinkin' something you shouldn’t think o-o-or assumin' something you shouldn’t assume, ya know? "Sometimes," I said, "a-a-a story is- is just a story, so just be quiet for one second of your life and eat your sandwich, okay?" Of course, it was only then I realized I made sandwiches and, poor Orville was having such difficulty eating it! Elephants have those clumsy hands, ya know? A-Actually, I-I suppose that’s the problem; they don’t have hands at all, do they? They've, they’re all feet! A-an I-I couldn’t imagine someone asking me to eat a sandwich with my feet. Now, if I recall correctly there was a bakery nearby. I- I said to him “Orville, l-let me go get you some rye bread.” Now, I-I’m unsure if elephants enjoy rye bread, but I assure you that Orville does. Now this was on a Tuesday which was good because rye bread was always fresh on Tuesday. They made sourdough on Monday and threw it out Wednesday. O-or rather they sold it at a discount for people wantin' to feed the ducks and then, probably at the end of the day finally they threw it all out, I-I don't recall. I do remember a man who would being his son to the bakery every Wednesday, and-and go feed the ducks. He would buy all of the sourdough bread. Of course, you know, you’re not supposed to feed the ducks sourdough bread at all. It swells up in their stomach and then they all die. At, ah, at least, at least that’s what I’ve heard. Ya know, I never saw any ducks die myself, but I did notice a substantial decrease in duck population over the course of a few years. I just never thought to stop the man and tell him he was killing the ducks by feeding them sourdough bread! And if you want my opinion on the matter, heh, and I told Orville this as well: if you wanna feed ducks or birds or any kind for that matter, especially buy seed. I mean, when you think about it, breads of any sort don’t occur in nature. They don’t grow on trees or spring up from the bushes! I don’t think birds know what to do with bread. What was I saying? Oh, oh yes yes. So I bought Orville some rye bread. What a fine day it was."

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cloudcountry · 1 year

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nrc & random word prompts

SUMMARY: Random words + NRC students = This

CHARACTERS: All NRC Students.

WARNINGS: None!!

COMMENTS: This was super fun to write!! Me and a friend of mine did this together,,.., we assigned numbers to twst characters and then used a random number generator and then used a random WORD generator for that character and that's what created this mess.

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Heartslabyul

Riddle - Lesson

Lessons with Riddle Rosehearts involve tea on a sunny afternoon, staying at the school library surrounded by highlighters and gen pens. You doodle little things on his notes that he looks back on later with a smile, though he reprimands you during the lessons. He takes pride in your scores as if they were his own, giving you a gentle headpat whenever you finally understand a topic you’ve been struggling with for so long. Lessons with Riddle Rosehearts are warm, productive, and understanding.

Trey - Leader

Leader with Trey Clover is recognizing that he’s more than warmth. It’s knowing that beneath the gentle face and tender gestures, Trey Clover is strong and knowing. He’s perceptive in a way that could be dangerous, yet he usesthis trait to help others. It’s acknowledging how he steps up when Riddle loses his temper, and how valuable he is to his dorm at the end of the day. It’s giving him a bit of praise for once, a forehead kiss or a short hug, and letting him know that you see him.

Cater - Visual

Visual with Cater Diamond is telling him how radiant he is. It’s telling him that it’s not just his attitude you find beautiful, but all of him. It’s you telling him that you’d like to get to know him more, it’s watching his face slowly shift to a vulnerable hesitation, it’s guiding him through opening up. Letting his emotions spill into greens and blues and oranges and purples, instead of the muted yellow that he actively tries to display. It’s showing him that he’s a mural of color, not just a single shade of happiness.

Deuce - Food

Food with Deuce is letting him take a bite of your sandwich and him sharing a dessert his mom sent him with you. His eyes shine when you offer to share food, lips twitching into a smile as you hold out a spoonful of your pudding. You tell him he’s so strong and reliable when he holds the food you buy for his dorm, and he flushes the same shade as the cherry pie Ace shared with you two yesterday. He blushes even harder when you kiss off a spot of sauce or whipped cream smeared on his cheek, little things he does on purpose hoping you’ll do just that.

Ace - Declaration

Declaration with Ace is listening to him spell it all out for you. He’s not going to hide how he feels about you any longer than he has to, especially not when the next day could be your last. It’s more serious than you ever thought it would be, his hands clasping yours with the subtle force of an entire ocean. He doesn’t shy away from your gaze once, but then again, how could he? He’s convinced you’re everything he’s ever wanted, so he’d hate himself forever if he didn’t tell you now.

Savanaclaw

Leona - Thank

Thanks with Leona Kingscholar is knowing that his gratitude is nonverbal. It’s knowing that even though he still acts smug and irritating, he was saved because of you. You think it’s funny how he lets you sleep in his room after Ramshackle Dorm has been taken, and you know full well he would have kicked you out immediately if you were anyone else. It’s knowing that he owes you and exploiting that just a bit, watching with amusement as he rolls his eyes at you and pretends you don't matter. It’s being the slightest bit surprised when a small golden bracelet shows up at Ramshackle once the whole ordeal is over and Leona has gone away for Winter Break. You know it’s only a trinket to him, but the small note left with it just says thanks and you laugh loudly when you recognize Leona’s handwriting.

Jack - Combination

Combination with Jack is helping him care for his cacti. It’s waking up early and rushing to Savanaclaw too give him a water bottle since you know he’s on a run. You join him sometimes,and you notice how he matches your pace. It’s eating together in silence when he doesn’t feel like talking much, and it’s listening to him quietly ramble when something exciting happened. It’s noticing how his tail wags when you talk to him, and it’s holding the small acts of service he does for you close to your heart. It’s returning the favor.

Ruggie - Glow

Glow with Ruggie Bucchi is noticing how he seems to shine in the sunset. It’s being in awe of how beautiful he looks, smirking about the day’s exploits and bragging about how cool he is to you. It’s him noticing how you’re staring and making fun of you for it, but you can’t say anything back because the setting sun is framing his head like a halo. It’s realizing that you’re probably in love with him, and he’s known it longer than you have. His eyes shimmer the second you make that realization, and you know he knows. But like always, as his growing smirk lights up your world brighter than that sun ever could, you can’t bring yourself to take it that seriously.

Octavinelle

Azul - Bridge

Bridge with Azul is knowing how to communicate with him. It’s not letting him walk away, it’s chasing him whenever he feels like he’s going to shut you out, and it’s constantly making your bond stronger. It’s starting out with a tightrope and working your way towards a steel bridge. It’s holding his hand gently whenever he allows it, never pushing him too far outside his comfort zone. It’s staying with him as he holds his head in his hands, the VIP Room silent except for the sound of his quiet sobs. It’s hoping that someday, Azul will realize how beautiful he is and help build the bridge with you, where you two will watch the starry sky as it fades to a rising sun.

Jade - Script

Script with Jade Leech is being just as devious as he is. It’s playing up his act when he needs to be the poor, sad eel. It’s laughing about it later when you’re succeeded in your mission to grab whatever you needed from whomever Azul wanted it from. Jade’s eyes shine at the feeling of mutual understanding, amused that someone he thought would be so boring turns out to be much more like him. You would pretend to be disgusted if he ever compared himself to you, he knows, but would that be so bad? You’re just like him and you know it.

Floyd - Mislead

Mislead with Floyd Leech is finding him funny. You don’t run away or tiptoe around him, and he thinks you’re so interesting for that. You laugh when he makes fun of Kingscholar and you try to hide your smile when he calls Azul cringe. Nobody has ever reacted to him in this way before, since he’s known as sneaky and deceptive and known to mislead. It’s funny how you almost seem to trust him, even though you don’t, and that paradox will interest him forever. It’s giving him something to look forward to every day, a solid foundation that he never really needed but appreciates anyway.

Scarabia

Kalim - Frighten

Frighten with Kalim Al-Asim is acknowledging the evolutionary fear of heights when he takes you on a carpet ride for the first time. He’s so excited he doesn’t think about you at first, and immediately aims straight for the clouds. You shriek as he whoops, relishing the way you cling to him. It isn’t until he turns to you to ask you how the moon looks that he realizes how scared you actually are. His eyes go wide as he wraps an arm around your waist, holding you firmly as he slowly descends. You’re trying not to look down, focusing on the beautiful night sky instead, and you’re so absorbed you don’t see Kalim staring. You have the galaxies within your eyes, and he can’t help but laugh because to him, you always have.

Jamil - Scream

Scream with Jamil Viper is killing bugs for him. It’s hearing the very rare shout of surprise from the kitchen and excusing yourself from Kalim immediately. Rushing over and throwing the door open, you’re greeted by the sight of Jamil with his back pressed against the far right corner. His eyes find yours immediately and he points to the stove, whenever a spider sits on the wall. You swallow your own fear and grab the nearby spatula, slapping the hell out of the spider the second you’re close enough. Jamil is composed as he wipes the guts off the wall, and you don’t mention it as you clean off the spatula.

Pomfiore

Vil - Strain

Strain with Vil Schoenheit is watching him work so hard for the SDC. It’s watching the long hours he spends creating the absolute piece of art that is Night Raven College’s show. You give him a bottle of water with a crestfallen face as he pays you no mind. It’s admiring him, watching him soar, and watching him crash as he sees Niege. It’s listening to him check who the most beautiful person is over and over and over, frustrated by the fact that he’s denying words like ambitious, stunning, lovely, hard working, gorgeous. It’s catching him when he falls and helping him back to his feet, having those ambitious stunning lovely hard working gorgeous eyes finally fixed on you.

Rook - Worth

Worth with Rook Hunt is listening to him sing your praises every day. It’s thinking that he’s not genuine because he’s told seven other people the same thing in the last nine hours alone, but having him assure you that he is. It’s him slowly becoming more focused on you once he realizes what’s going on in that pretty head of yours, taking care to compliment the parts of you he finds the most beautiful. Now you’re confused as to why he’s spending so much time on you instead of chasing after some Savanaclaw student, but whenever you bring it up he just holds a finger to his lips and winks. It’s not understanding why he’s so fixated on you, but knowing that someday you’ll figure it out.

Epel - Hostility

Hostility with Epel Felmier is confronting Vil about how he treats Epel. It’s finding out about how Vil has demanded Epel stop speaking with the accent that makes him who he is. It’s you storming into the SDC rehearsal with fire in your eyes, all the anger directed at the one boy who organized all of this. Ace and Deuce are in shock as you storm right up to him, staring Vil Schoenheit right in the eye. Epel’s heart has stopped in his chest, the memories of Vil beating him up flooding back. Your mouth opens and words flood out, piercing and loud and ringing throughout the entire room as you jam your finger into Vil’s chest, over and over and over. Epel knows you’ll get beat up for this just like he does, but he’s so thankful that you thought he was worth fighting for.

Ignihyde

Idia - Shortage

Shortage with Idia Shroud is coming through for him when he needs someone. Ortho needs some new parts for an upgrade Idia desperately wants to do that can’t be ordered online, and Idia doesn’t want to bother Azul any more than he has to. He calls you for help, explaining his situation over the phone in soft whispers and telling you he’ll pay you back. It’s when you agree without hesitation, telling him you’ll stop by Sam’s Shop since he’s sure to have them. He sends you a message with everything he needs and a bunch of thank yous, pale face flushed with gratitude from the other side of the phone. You tell him it’s no problem, that you’d be happy to help him with the upgrade too if he needs it, and now all Idia can think about is how lucky he is to have you.

Ortho - Guest

Guest with Ortho Shroud is coming over when he wants to play a new game. Ortho doesn’t have many friends. He’s only really close to his brother, and recently he’s taken a liking to you as well. Ortho knows your time is Ortho knows your time is monopolized by Grim and a few other students (cough cough), but he’s managed to set aside an entire afternoon on the weekend to play board games with you. India has recommended a few he enjoyed to Ortho, and now he wants to play them! He’s not very competitive but finds it very amusing if you end up all fired up. It’s spending time with the school’s only robot student and treating him like a person, treatment that isn’t common at NRC.

Diasomnia

Malleus - Green

Green with Malleus is taking nighttime walks with him as fireflies light the way. His eyes shine unnaturally in the darkness, but you aren’t afraid. He knows you’re not. It’s letting his hand brush against yours, a silent question that you respond to with intertwining your fingers. It’s not saying a word as you walk, taking in the scenery as you walk side by side, one of the most powerful mages in the world holding your hand with gentleness that others will never receive from him. The thought makes you feel smug, and maybe it’s the occasional envy you feel within you when Malleus is crowded by admirers, but you quell the feeling for now. With all this plant life surrounding you and nobody else around, Malleus is yours.

Sebek - Demonstrate

Demonstrate with Sebek Zigvolt being more absorbed in his body’s closeness to yours than his instruction on how to use a sword. It’s the little gasp that leaves your mouth when he adjusts your stance, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration like he doesn’t understand what he’s doing. He pulls back with a satisfied nod, smirking as he crosses his arms. He makes some comment about even humans being able to handle swords moderately well, and you can’t bring yourself to shoot something equally as snarky back because the spot where his hands brushed your fingers and back are still burning with warmth.

Silver - Lunch

Lunch with Silver is setting up a picnic around him when you find him asleep in the courtyard. It’s waking him up so he’ll eat for once, watching as his hair falls away from his face as he sits up. Silver apologizes and thanks you in one breath, accepting the sandwich you hand him with bleary eyes. It’s selecting the best fruits you had in Ramshackle’s fridge for him and waiting anxiously for his opinion. A soft “it’s good,” it’s all you need to have your heart burst, the warmth from the sun making him seem more radiant than usual.

Lilia - Misplace

Misplace with Lilia Vanrouge is knowing he hates looking for things and stealing his jacket anyway. It’s accepting the fact that you two have the same closet at this point, and that you stealing his clothes is just as acceptable as him stealing yours. It’s explaining where his jacket went when he comes to you for help, already dreading the idea of tearing apart his room to look for such a crucial part of his uniform. It’s having him see you in it and laugh, relieved that he doesn’t have to spend useful time searching for it. It’s Lilia having to take it back from you with a promise of giving you something else to wear later.

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ktsumu · 5 months

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Hello Kit! I have been possessed by Takahiro Hanamaki brainrot for the past couple of days. He is my absolute favorite. Do you have any thoughts about him?

if it's involving the seijoh 4 i'm going to have thoughts about it.

most is under the cut because unlike suna’s, this is literally a mess of sfw and nsfw sorry friends

overall, trust fund baby!makki is my favourite. i feel like it's so funny and would explain how the motherfucker NEVER has a job. if anyone in that group is a dealer, it might just be him! (MR i hope you see this)

he’s such a dork too. you two play cards and losses are DEVASTATING. he loses go fish and slumps out of his chair and dramatically drops his cards on the table and

if matsukawa is the king of the deepstroke makki is the king of doggy overall. on the couch? doggy. on the bed? doggy. in the car? doggy. outside on the grass? doggy. in the doghouse? doggy

since he’s the group TFB, all of the seijoh 4 make puppy dog eyes at him when they go out to eat. they’ll have a six dollar sandwich and they’re like ughhhhh this is soooo expensiveeeee

he gives in every time

also makki is so good at aftercare too, sort of funny with it too. will make an ill timed joke when he’s cleaning you up with a towel and evilly laugh when he dodges the pillow you swing down at him

suck his dick and he’ll see god, he’s a blowjob man

favourite place to have sex is probably your bed BUT don’t disqualify him as a car sex guy because i firmly think he is. he takes pride in making you willing to fuck him in a car and the aspect of being in semi public

he has such good car sex playlists too like it’s his normal playlist but it works a little too well. everything is planned.

you pick your side of the bed. it doesn’t matter if he’s slept on that side for all four years he’s lived in his apartment, when you move in and choose that one it is YOURS

hogs the sheets though so now there’s an extra blanket at the bottom of the bed in case he does it again

also makki hasn’t read a book in 5 years so if you’re a bedtime reader, buy him one and he’ll actually read with you because he’s sweet like that

his favourite genre of movies is comedy but he fucks up a psych thriller (when you ask he says it’s whatever yours is but whatever)

he buys you flowers but they have absolutely RIDICULOUS cards in them. like “thanks for letting me cum inside” or “happy toaster-versary” (the year after you bought him a new toaster when you realized only one side of his was working)

he's very boyfriend but also really wants to be husband. ♡

#this took so long sorry violet mwah #i LOVE makki though like any of the seijoh 4 is good #makki x reader #nsfuu

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amelee23 · 1 year

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Things Stray Kids members remind me of <3

Pairing: none

Genre: poetic prose

Warnings: uh? fish? and lots of metaphors and read about koi fish pls, you might get in your feels reading this, i was a 2000's kid, i mentioned a needle like once, food

Word count: 1300

A/N: an idea i started a few months ago. I actually poured my heart into this and got tears in my eyes multiple times while writing. I feel this is actually super personal and more like a love confession to the members lmao

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┈┈┈► Chan - sheep

┈┈┈► Lee know - surprising acts of kindness

┈┈┈► Changbin - gold

┈┈┈► Hyunjin - band t-shirts

┈┈┈► Han - koi fish

┈┈┈► Felix - pearls

┈┈┈► Seungmin - teddy bears

┈┈┈► Jeongin - the color green

Chan reminds me of sheep.

Have you ever heard the saying of a sheep in a wolf's clothing? Well, he's the complete opposite. He wears the skin of a wolf, he carries out the actions of a leader, keeping a close eye on all his pups and making sure to lick away every wound they would get, playing around in the tricky maze of roses. He bares sharp teeth and fangs at opposers and would not stop - even at his own expense - to make sure his family is looked after. But on the inside, he's merely a sheep, maybe even a lamb. He's sociable, friendly, gentle and affectionate, and would love you wrapping your arms around his fluffy wool, petting his head and telling him how cute he is. There's a skip to his step, as he runs over to greet you over the fence, and he wouldn't mind donating his wool to you, so that in the cold harsh winters, he could aid you in staying warm and protected from the snow.

I love you, Chan.

Lee know reminds me of surprising acts of kindness.

Like that time my childhood best friend lied he needed a shopping buddy at the mall just so he can trick me into buying me a plushie for Christmas; like that time my friend sent me a surprise package all the way from another county and I had no clue about it until it arrived; like the time you receive a birthday present that is so flabbergasting that you wonder if you can force the person to take it back, for it's too good, too expensive, too unworthy of your possession. Lee know is all of those things - he's a gift that comes at no anniversary whatsoever, he's like a kiss that isn't saying anything like good-bye, hello or good morning. He's that moment when someone reads your mind and knows exactly what you need without you saying a thing, he's the tub of ice cream your friend buys to cheer you up, he's the cupcakes your mom makes because you're sad. He's like when someone offers to do your share of the workload because you're tired, he's like the person who gives you their last sandwich just because they want you to eat. Lee know is the most unexpected and yet the kindest gift one could ever receive.

I love you, Minho.

Changbin reminds me of gold.

Like the golden chandelier above a manor ceiling, he illuminates even the grandest of rooms. Like the soft golden pattern on marble, he can make any room feels like a castle. There's something royal about him, so medieval about how he keeps his morals like shield and sword. He's mighty like a gold clad king, confident and ready for battle like a knight in golden armour mounted on a white horse. He marches forward, knowing the weight of his responsibility, his decisions affect an entire kingdom. But he's not above anyone else, no. His status does not matter for he aims to be the most fair and loving king of history.

I love you, Changbin.

Hyunjin reminds me of old band t-shirts.

He's that t-shirt you bought as a kid in the 2000's, that you could barely afford and promised you'd protect with your life. It had a print catered to your favorite band, and you wore it oh so proudly to showcase to everyone how much you loved their music. It wasn't just a fashion statement though, it wasn't just to look cool (although it made you feel like a badass). You were wearing your heart on your sleeve, and if someone made fun of you and your interests, the band you expressed your personality through, you'd get upset. But it would be worth it, because one day you'd meet someone who wore that same shirt and think, oh you're just like me. You understand me. But even though you took so much care of it, the shirt, now sitting in the back of your wardrobe, has some tiny paint stains on it only you can notice. It reminds you of the courage of expression you once had, in a world where everyone is terrified to show who they really are. You would never want to erase that part of your past, it is still a part of you.

I love you, Hyunjin.

Han reminds me of koi fish.

They're cold water fish, but cannot live in freezing waters. So then why is he, a different color, a different species, struggling to breathe in the freezing waters of other fish, which are not of his kind? He's often felt out of place, uncomfortable and hurt in this world he's been put in, like an alien of sorts. But someone so special and vibrant should be adored, should be the subject of art and poetry, should be kept in a warm mystery of fantasy. He belongs with those who will appreciate every color he wears in his soul, those who accept the beauty of someone so complex and unique - so that he too, can become a dragon.

I love you, Jisung.

Felix reminds me of pearls.

He's the white shiny beads you put on a friendship bracelet. Next to the round imitations of pearls there are other beads, with mismatching colors, and then - there's an initial of the friend you love the most. But the thing is, you, with an untrained eye in jewelry, you wouldn't be able to tell if the bead you carry is made out of mere plastic or picked out from the seabed by a mermaid of folktale, who has blessed your pearl with eternal love; perhaps what you carry around your wrist is something humanity has never seen before, something humanity cannot even put a price tag upon! But how can you accept such gift, so rare and mystical...? The sea deities have whispered that they want you to have it, they wish you to know how precious it is to love.

I love you, Felix.

Seungmin remind me of teddy bears.

The type you've loved way too much, and tried to take care of like your own child even though you were a kid yourself and knew nothing about parenting. When the teddy got a stain, you'd cry, you couldn't bear to see it in a washing machine; your parents would have to hand wash it and you'd stay close to make sure he doesn't get harmed; and if the teddy needed a stitch, it would be the end of the world - it's like the needle pierced your own skin, you could feel its pain. And when you grow older, you promised the teddy to never forget about him; but in the end, you still did. And years and years later, when you see him again, dusty and ruffled by age, with stitches and stains, you love him all the same, even though he's flawed, even though you couldn't keep him perfect, even though you hurt him, even though the world changed him. He's still your perfect childhood love in your eyes.

I love you, Seungmin.

Jeongin reminds me of the color green.

Like a fantastical eternal summer, the grass is always green. The leaves are always young, never to grow rusted, for autumn does not exist. Leaves don't fall, flowers don't wilt, the world is forever young, beautiful and warm. You can't understand it, the magic of this world - it's a mystery he keeps close to his heart. Maybe there's a large price he must pay to keep this up, but he'll never tell. For to him, all that ever matters is that everyone can smile. We can have picnics on the flower fields, we can take shade under the willow trees, we can sip on mint flavoured ice tea and weave baskets full of memories blessed by the sun and its eternal flame. And around our necks, there's an emerald necklace, said to protect us from all evil in the world.

I love you, Jeongin.

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macravishedbymactavish · 1 year

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Always Attract (Logan Walker x Reader)

TW: Mentions of alcohol and intoxication, otherwise more unedited chaos :D

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Keegester: Bring your boyfriend home before someone else does

You felt your eyebrows shoot up at the text, wondering how much trouble your sweet boyfriend had gotten himself into during their night out.

Give me 10 minutes, I'm on my way. Don't let him leave with anyone, he'll be too shy to leave in the morning.

You walked in, smiling as you saw Logan sitting happily sandwiched between Keegan and Merrick. You realized as you approached that this seating arrangement was keeping your boyfriend in place as the other two enjoyed their beers and soft conversation.

"He's been making a killing tonight" Merrick joked, sliding you a small stack of dollar bills as Logan hummed. Eyes closed as his head was leaned against the older man's shoulder. "We made sure it remained PG though". You stifled a laugh as your boyfriend happily nodded, eyes still closed and head perched on Merrick's shoulder.

Walking around behind the men, you slipped your one arm over Logan's shoulder, pulling him slightly back into you. Pouting softly as he tensed up with a sour look on his face.

"No freebies" he mumbled. Pulling himself forward and leaning against the bar. Keegan and Merrick howling with laughter as you sighed to yourself and grabbed Logans shoulder. "No freebies. I know my worth" he mumbled again, jerking away from you.

"I know your worth too Logan, now let's go home" you sighed, running your hand along his arm.

"Ma'am." He gasped, turning around to look you in the eye "how forward, I'm flattered but no". You watched as he focused on you, as his features softened into a small smile. "Love. You're here" you felt hands on your waist as he leaned his head against your chest.

"To take you home babes. Before one of your spectators beats me to it" you hummed, pressing a loving kiss against his hair.

"One of them has been buying all my drinks tonight, I could get them to pay for yours too" he looked up at you, chin against your front as he wore a proud, lopsided smirk.

"As tempting as that sounds, we could also go home." You wagered, gauging Logans reaction before continuing. "Change into pj's, curl up in bed and watch a movie on Netflix. How's that sound?" You regretted your wording the moment you saw his eyes light up, not with passion. But with a fire started by arson.

"Netflix and chi-" you slapped your hand over his mouth, giving him a stern look as you heard his muffled giggles and hiccups. You chanced a look at Keegan and Merrick, who were clearly highly amused by his antics. You shot Keegan a pleading look, hoping that since Logan looked up to him that maybe he'd convince the boy to go home.

"You're cut off kid, go home." Keegan chuckled, patting Logan's shoulder a couple of times before shoving him forward off the stool and further into your embrace.

"Lame" Your boyfriend mumbled, mouth still covered. He shifted, standing up straight as he (begrudgingly) followed you out to the vehicle. "Don't tell them, but I'm really happy I'm finally going home" Logan attempted to whisper as the two of you left . Clearly not realizing he was speaking at his normal volume.

"I won't say anything, but let's go get some sleep" you nodded along.

"Are you sure we can't do anything? I love you, I want you" placing a bottle of water and painkillers on the nightstand you rolled your eyes.

"I said we could cuddle and watch Netflix. Not fuck and then watch the credits. Now take your clothes off and change into this" you threw the pair of sweatpants at your still very intoxicated, very dressed boyfriend.

"You're giving me mixed messages" he complained, but started fighting to get his shirt off, getting about halfway before stopping. "I might puke". You nudged the garbage can closer to his side of the bed -- planning this out before you left to pick him up. Strategically placed garbage cans and bucket throughout the house.

"Then it's clearly time for sleep Lo" you rubbed your hand lightly across his now exposed lower back. Smiling at how he leaned into the touch slightly, before standing up to finish changing. Once he managed himself into his sweatpants, you flipped the blanket back, ushering him into the bed.

"Don't leave me, I love you so much. You're too good to me" he pouted, watching as you pulled the blanket back over him.

"I'm not leaving, I'm going to brush my teeth really quick then be right back" You pressed a soft kiss to his forehead before walking into the bathroom, quickly getting ready for sleep and cuddles with your extra loving boyfriend.

As you expected, Logan was out cold when you returned. One arm sprawled over your side of the bed as he laid on his stomach. You quietly slipped in beside him, smiling wide as you felt yourself be pulled flush against his body.

" 'm gonna marry you someday" you heard a sleepy, drunken whisper from behind you, before feeling a kiss pressed to your hair and a face nuzzle into your neck.

Bonus:

Keegster: Is he alive?

Ha, barely. Currently curled up in the bathtub with a bucket and crackers.

Keegster: He forgot his tips from last night. Merrick said he can't have them until he comes back to base on Monday

Isn't that big training op on Monday? With everyone under mandatory attendance?

Merrick: Exactly.

Taglist: (thank you beautiful soul for wanting to be part of this ❤️), @bloodonmyhands-1221

#call of duty ghosts #logan walker #logan walker x reader #cod logan #keegan p russ

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