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#dailyanime#narutoedit#fyeahnaruto#anisource#narusasu#sasunaru#naruto uzumaki#sasuke uchiha#naruto#i hope u like bestieeee#tears were shed in the making of this post#i love them dearly#they must be very good friends!!#b:mine#09.request
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tell me more about rana and toxic yuri 👀
oh god this is probably gonna ruin actual lore because i genuinely get so confused looking things up so sorry to everyone who knows actual dnd lore and is about to read a mess i made up from playing this game..... ill put it all under a cut!!!
to make an incredibly long story short, Nine-Fingers Keene A.K.A Astele and Rana were childhood friends :) Rana didn't have a good home life under her father so she spent most of her time in the streets doing dumb kid things and eventually meets Astele and they become really good friends being petty thieves. They're both pretty young but they're inseparable and by the time Rana's around 13 she gets arrested and... well Keene kinda doesn't bail her out and Rana's father is like well im not gonna bother either.
Flashforward a month in jail, Rana escapes and leaves Baldur's Gate until the events of the game. Throughout her travels she kinda runs into Keene intermittently at various Thieve's Guild things. They've definitely got that One That Got Away energy and their reunion is filled with hate and lost chances so they definitely make not great decisions together but Keene's betrayal hurts more than Rana is capable of loving at the time and they always end up fighting and going their separate ways (usual with a knife to one another's necks) only to end up within reach again. Keene even offers her a place in the Thieve's Guild in Baldur's Gate once she's at the top but Rana denies with a big fight and they don't really talk until Act 3 a few years laer.
Of course, the Zhentarim are a threat to the Thieve's Guild so Miss Rana if you really don't care abt Keene or the Thieve's Guild why are you tracking them so closely... HMM!!!
all in all they're very much a toxic mess. I think they're on decent enough terms by the end of the game (keene is not happy abt Rana helping against the attack but she keeps her ego at bay). Rana's pretty much done with thieves guild stuff post game and so they're amicable and unlikely allies but nothing more.
Wyll is very much unaware until a very uncomfortable awkward conversation on Rana's part after that whole thing where she has to spell things out for him LMFAOOO
#asks#agnikai#bg3 spoilers#THIS IS SO MUCH IM SORRY ..... I HOPE IT MAKES SOME SENSE!?!?!?!?#rana is a bisexual disaster why are u like this girl#all i can think aout is the scott pilgrim clip you sent LMFAOOG RRJKGk#THANK YU BESTIEEEE
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I’m in love with your Ethan and Mav twins fic!! I just got to the chapter where I’ve meets Ethan and I’m like yesss 😊 Hope an update will come soon 💜
OMG HELLO ANON THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!! THAT MEANS THE WORLD TO ME 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥹🥹🥹🥹
my co-author @mvrckd are working on the next chapter but alas i fear it may be a while before we are able to update with regularity again bc i am now back in college and she is working, but we are certainly not planning to leave it hanging forever!!! we both love ethan and mav way too much to do that to them 💓💓
i must implore you to go send mav (my co-author 😭 not the character, yes she goes by mav as well yes she’s so fucking stupid and i love her) some love in her inbox as well!! she is carrying this fic and deserves to be acknowledged as such 💪🏻✨
#ask#reply#anon ask#and we didn’t even have a camp walden#like oreos and peanut butter#ethanmav twin au#happy asks#comint#THIS MADE ME SO HAPPY TO SEE LIKE WTAF 💓💕💗💘💖💘💞💓💝❣️#thank uuuu bestieeee i love u so much 😭 i hope u have a wonderful day and enjoy the rest of what is published so far
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Omgg hiii againnn 🫶🏻 paul obsessed girlie here!! (Ur prompt list was so good btw) I think my favs were probably hands under their clothes, or from the dialogue, "god, you're shivering. take my jacket." Or "you don't have to be so genle. i won't break, you know." But honestly I’d be happy with any, all or none of them ur writing is so damn good 🩷🩷🩷
bestieeee aren't we all paul obsessed 🤭🤭 at least i know i am!! thank you for your request sweetheart, im in such a paul mood these days that idk what to do. hope u enjoy this, have a great day (and happy holidays!!) <3<3
paul's hand is soft in yours. the way his thumb brushes along your knuckles makes you smile subconsciously, leaning into him as you walk down the street.
there's a post-dinner-date type of lull hanging over the two of you, a comfortable silence that you really don't mind; you know that paul isn't the most talkative person, so just his presence is more than enough for you. that's why when he finally speaks up, you instantly look up to him. "hey, you-"
your eyes grow worried when he stops right in the middle of the street. you're just about to ask what's wrong when both of his hands cover one of yours, his eyebrows knitted together.
"god, you're shivering."
you hadn't even noticed it yourself, but paul is as attentive as always. you did forget to bring a jacket when you left earlier today, so the cold gusts of wind blow right through the thin material of your outfit. now that he has mentioned it, you suddenly become aware of the goosebumps on your skin and the way you're trembling slightly.
"here," paul starts, shrugging off his suit jacket in one quick motion. "take this."
"are you sure?" you ask, blinking up at him as he stands in front of you, draping the material over your shoulders. "you shouldn't get sick, you have that thing later this week and-"
"i'm sure." his tone is firm but not harsh, the little smile he gives you right after telling you that he doesn't mean any harm; he just wants to take care of you.
"thank you." your cheeks start to redden – you're sure you could blame the cold if he asked, even though it's not the actual reason – and you take his arm in your hands as you continue to stroll. your shivers may have stopped, but the butterflies in your gut still make you a little shakey. it doesn't take long before you reach his car, but instead of opening the door for you like he usually does, paul's hands land on your hips outside of the jacket. he turns you towards him, your hands finding the side of his neck as you look up at him towering over you.
but when he bends down to kiss you, his lips barely even brush against yours.
paul is always so tender, so delicate. his touch is consistently light, always scared to hurt you, never wanting to overstep a boundary. it's sweet and you're thankful he cares so much about making you feel comfortable. but sometimes, you crave something more.
when you lean back to break the kiss, there's a hint of confusion on his face. you take a breath, fingers reaching the back of his neck to play with his hair. "paul, you..." you start, tilting your head. "you don't have to be so gentle with me." you look to the side, feeling yourself crumble under his curious gaze. "i won't break, you know."
his eyebrows shoot up, taken back in surprise. your relationship isn't new per se, though you haven't been together for too long, either. he just always assumed that you wanted to be loved in a soft, gentle way. but now that he knows how you felt, he doesn't exactly complain.
"oh, really?" he asks, his voice making you look back at him instinctively. your eyes are met with his cute smile and his eyes forming those charming little crescents you adore so much. when you nod and take your bottom lip between your teeth to hold back a grin, his hands slip past the material of his suit jacket and reach for your sides underneath it. he doesn't just stop there; soon, his fingers dance along the hem of your top, thumbs massaging your skin ever so lightly. "like, now?"
you pause for a second. "yeah..." you're blushing even harder by now, but he doesn't notice because he's already leaned into you and kissed you again. this time, it's not just a brush and he's not treating you like you're made out of glass. his lips are pressing against you with a new type of confidence as his hands move under your top, palms feeling up and down your sides. his grip on you tightens and he backs you up against the side of his car. you let out a surprised yelp into his mouth when your back comes in contact with the cold material, and paul uses the opportunity to let his tongue slip past your now open lips.
as soon as you felt his lips on yours, it was like you both stepped into a bubble, leaving the rest of the world behind. you don't care how much time is passing, you don't care about who's watching; all that's in your mind is this new side of paul.
when he parts from the kiss, you find yourself chasing after him with your lips, disappointed to have ended it already. paul loves your reaction and grins from ear to ear when he looks at you, your eyes closed in bliss and lips slightly red from the kiss. "was that better?" he asks, smugness clear in his tone, and your eyelids slowly open.
you're completely breathless, unable to find any words to suit the situation, but you eventually manage a nod.
he leans down to leave a quick kiss to your forehead before opening the door to the passenger's seat for you. "you ready to go, then?"
maybe you'll have to work on that gentle side of his.
#paul aron#f1#f2#f3#paul aron fluff#paul aron blurb#paul aron fic#paul aron x reader#paul aron x you#paul aron x yn#paul aron x y/n#f1 x you#f1 x reader#f2 x reader#f3 x reader#f2 x you#f3 x you#f1 fluff#f2 fluff#f3 fluff
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Okay but bestieeee….
Angsty #16 with Eddie 🫢
u people and ur need for angst mystify me. here's some angst but obviously fluff too, bc i'm me :)
a kiss that isn’t meant to happen but it does anyway
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Eddie wasn't coming. The realization sank in like a stone. You'd done all of this just to see if he was interested you and he wasn't coming.
The crowd at the Hawkins fair has been thinning for thirty minutes, and you've been manning the kissing booth for almost three hours. Giving cheek kisses -- and only cheek kisses -- to anyone who donates a quarter to the school newspaper. Nancy had endorsed the idea once you told her you just wanted to see if Eddie would come by and kiss you for real.
But he hasn't shown. You've seen and kissed all of your other friends and the kids -- Dustin has been by twice -- but no sign of the one you really wanted to see.
"I think we should start packing up," Nancy says, Jonathan behind her and ready to help. "I bet he's held up somewhere."
"Yeah," you sigh. You really thought he'd come -- you dropped hints all week that you'd be doing it. He'd looked a bit put out when you told him, actually, and you convinced yourself it was jealousy. Just like you convinced yourself all of the after school rides, casual touches, and sweet words meant something.
But maybe not. So, you hop off the stool and start to take down the sign.
"Where is the kissing booth?" someone shouts. They sound rushed, desperate. They sound...familiar. "Hey! Wait, don't close!"
You spin around and there he is jogging across the grass toward you. A smile works its way onto your face, the sting of rejection fading fast.
"Am I too late?" he asks you, panting. He holds out a palm and you see the round silver of a quarter in it. "I know it's cheek only, but I was hoping to bend the rules."
"You don't have to pay to kiss me, Eddie," you say, answering his flirting with your own. He grins at you.
"For the good of the cause, then." He flicks the quarter into the air and Nancy snatches it, rolling her eyes as she corrals Jonathan away from you. "This time, at least."
"This time?" you tease. "So you want more than one?" He steps into your space fully, hands coming to frame your face as the tips of your shoes touch.
"Sweetheart," he breathes, "I want them all." You vaguely register Jonathan and Nancy clapping as Eddie finally kisses you full on the mouth, sloppy and a little too eager, but you don't care. This is only the first one, after all.
kiss prompts for eddie or steve baby blurbs
#eddie munson fluff#eddie munson angst#eddie munson x y/n#eddie munson x you#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x gender neutral reader#eddie munson fanfic#eddie munson blurb#blurb#emma's asks
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I don't normally post WIPs but my hand slipped after I read the handfasting bit for the 1000th time in your story again
Hope it cheers you up even though it's just a rough
like - really really rough 😬 Hang in there!
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I AM OBSESSED AND HONORED BESTIEEEE
This is B E A U T I F U L, and I’m so glad you liked the handfasting (it almost didn’t make it in 😳). This is so incredible, and you’re so kind, and I cannot wait to see the full version, but this is 100000% to me 💛
#HIS LITTLE KILT 🥹🥹🥹#ducktales#ducktales 2017#scrooge mcduck#Goldie o’gilt#INCREDIBLE ART BY INCREDIBLE PEOPLE
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happy new years friends and followers! i remember doing one of these when i first joined fanfic tumblr and i’m feeling nostalgic so i thought i’d make one since it’s been awhile and i have some (positive) things to say!!
okay here goes!! putting everything under a readmore to not clog the dash <3
@tighnarly — hi baby. my princess, cupcake, gum drop, bunny baby <3 i’m so happy and grateful to have you as my future wife and i can’t wait for the day we get married. i know i mostly post about my fictional fav (albedo :p) but you’re truly all i want and need 🫶🏻 everytime i write a fanfic i’m thinking of you and me. every word i write is a love letter to you from me. i know i’m not the best with words but i hope one day you’ll be able to see you the way i see you. trust me when i say you are the most beautiful and kind human i have ever met in my life, and i’m gonna personally fight everyone and anyone who hurts you 😗 anywaysss hehe i love you sunshine 💖🫶🏻
@neuvillettes — bestieeeeeee my bestie from the westie 🫶🏻 i’m so glad we met and connected online bc now we legit our roommates and it’s so fun 😭🤚🏻 like i legit dont know how to tell you how much our friendship means to me. ur fr that one person that just GETS me. you’re so kind and funny and fun to be around, but i also love that ur not afraid to be honest with me, especially when i need that tough love approach. i love you oh so much bestie 💖 oh and thank you for the art tablet i literally am still screaming over it hehe.
@suyacho — my beloved bestie 🫶🏻 there is no one i love rambling about my selfship thots about more than you. i love how i can talk to you about anything and everything 🥹🫶🏻 i especially love how patient and supportive you’ve been of me this year, because it meant the entire world to me. i’m so glad we’re besties and i can’t wait for the day i meet you irl 🫶🏻💖mwah ily bestie hehe me, kaeya, and albedo are smoochin u rn 💖 (platonic)
@auphelia — mootie sweet sweet mootie. it always makes me happy seeing you on the dash, and i especially smile whenever i see u in my tags whether it’s a fic or just a regular old post. i get so giddy whenever i talk to u bc u are fr one cool pal!! i’m so glad we’re mooties! and i have to say i can’t wait to see what more you write because you are very talented 💖
@fleur-de-leap — leap!! i know i am very sporadic with my messages but i legit get so happy to interact with you and even more so when i see/read ur art/writing! you’re so fucking talented in so many ways and every day it truly impresses me! when we made the server together that day it made me SO happy and i get so happy seeing i get messages from you 💖 thank you for being my friend through all these years, truly it’s been a blessing.
@shig-a-shig-ah — bestie!!!!! my BESTIEEEE 🥹🫶🏻 i hope u know u mean the entire world to me. i can’t believe we’ve been friends since the beginning of my writing journey, it’s wild! istg ONE DAY BESTIE, ONE DAY we will meet and it will be the best day ever 🥹🫶🏻 ily bestie mwah
@blkladyelle — elle!! my beloved!! it’s so nice whenever i see you on the dash, and i’m always especially happy whenever i get a dm from you! i hope you feel loved and happy this upcoming year and that it holds so much positivity for you. because fuck i need you to have a good year!!! i love you sm and wanted to let you know my dm’s are always open for you 🫶🏻💖
@nc-vb — mootie aka my fellow albedo lover i get so happy whenever i see u interact with me, and i want you to know i’m always rooting for you! you’re writing is so good and honestly you’ve been such a joy to talk to in dm’s, and you’re so easy to talk to. i hope this year good things happen to you, because you truly deserve the world bub 🫶🏻
@4izawas — bestie cas!! i know we just became mutuals but u are legit one of the coolest people on this app! ur writing is fucking god tier and you are legit one of the funniest fuckers i know 😭💖 can’t count the amount of times u’ve made me giggle from something u said 🤭 i’m manifesting that aizawa confesses his love to u this year!!! 💖
if you’re not listed here it’s purely either because i forgot or we didn’t talk too much this year. so, please don’t take it personally if i didn’t include you!! i love all me mooties 🫶🏻💖
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The FINAL part of self aware au chapter 2. This has been a helluva ride and I now have the rest of the entire series loosely planned out. It gets real here yall get ready
@alexglitches COME GET IT BESTIEEEE
The darkness around Leona was endless, spanning far beyond anywhere he thought possible, easily leaving him behind.
Why did it have to be like this? Why did the script feel the need to drag him through the dirt time and time again to teach him something that was already so ingrained into his brain? Why did it have to be this way at all?
Why didn't anything he wanted matter?
Sure, he would never get the crown, he'd been told that many times. He didn't deserve it, anyway. That he had accepted. But didn't he deserve other things? Didn't he deserve to be appreciated for something? Didn't he deserve to be loved by somebody, anybody at all? Over and over he was given these vague hints of what he wanted. He was so close to the crown, so close to winning the tournament, so close to breaking the strings, so close to them. They had loved him, even for the briefest moment. The player had made it all fade away, leaving him with nothing but the softness and warmth of a love he had never felt before.
It was the most wonderful, hopeful, b e a u t i f u l thing he had ever experienced.
And so were they.
His surroundings suddenly came into focus. He was home. The place he dreaded more than anything. What was he doing here all of a sudden, by the bed where he spent more hours curled up in than there were stars in the night sky, by the window where he stared blankly out into the distance for just as long? What day was it? How did he get here?
There was chattering outside his bedroom, things he had already heard before.
Difficult.
Dangerous.
Scary.
Lazy.
The words that had split his heart from a young age, bending its halves back so far one would think it was upside down from birth.
The player was still there, but it seemed that the cold had eased, if only a little. There was cheer and celebration outside, although somewhat tamed. The courtyard was extravagantly decorated and people who he had probably never met before were clustered outside by the handful. Was this some sort of party? As far as he knew, there weren't any plans for party this big, especially not one this noticably extravagant. The last time anything like that happened was...
Cheka's unveiling party.
The very party he had slept through all those years ago. Had it come back to haunt him? Had he gone back in time? Out of all the days for the player to see him in, it had to be one of his worst? They already hated him, just like everybody else. Why twist the knife in his chest even more than it already had been? Did the player's love have to be stamped out this hard?
Footsteps approached the closed door to his bedroom, and he remembered how this all went.
" Leona!" his brother called as he barged in, " Why weren't you there at the ceremony today?"
Leona turned to him, the script tugging words from his memory that had long been lost to the fog of wondering why he wasn't good enough. Why? Why did Falena of all people have to be here? Why did they have to see him? A single, paranoid, irrational thought crossed Leona's mind.
Did the script do this, all of this, just to give the player to his brother? Just like the crown? His happiness? His life?
The scenario was playing out exactly how he remembered it, and he wanted to scream. He wanted to pounce and claw his eyes out, to give him a scar to rival his own. Struggling against the script blindly, a roar desperately tried to rip free from his throat.
GET AWAY FROM THEM. GET AWAY FROM ME.
He felt himself walking away, his brother's voice fading in the background. Leona's gaze turned to a window, seeing the player's gaze reflected in its shine. They had stayed. He felt a relief that he immediately did not trust, bracing for it to be ripped away again. He remembered what he had said, the fact of his worst day being known to the player, the only glimpse into his pain that they had, hung heavy on him. The feeling of a horrible chill running through his insides still pained him.
Leona just wanted all of this to end. He just wanted to apologize, tell them he could make it right, to ask if he could please just make it right. He couldn't lose them. He was exhausted and scared and cold, but nothing else mattered. Not his own pride, not his ego, not his brother, not the crown. It consumed his mind and heart, this deep, merciless regret.
The corridor he walked through slowly led to darkness, and before he could be forced to speak again, he saw his own reflection in the glass, and it all just became so, so much. He couldn't take it anymore.
A roar, wavering and high and bordering on a full-blown sob escaped him. He buried his face in his hands, trembling. His vision became blurry and his face felt hot and he felt so ashamed of the fact that he couldn't just get through the pain, but he just couldn't stop it. When he finally pulled his hands away, he realized what he had just done. He had just been able to move, right in front of the player.
The strings had snapped.
This was his chance.
Leona seized it immediately, and despite the tightening in his throat, his mind knew what he wanted to say. The lion took in a pitiful, sniffling breath and unsuccessfully tried to steady his voice. His tearful green eyes bore into theirs as he made his desperate plea.
" I'm... I'm sorry," he choked up again, " I'm so, so sorry. I didn't mean it. Any of it."
His words appeared on the black boxes that they had before, but each box seemed to ever so slightly jolt and shift as he pleaded his case. He had to get this out now.
" Please... please... Don't leave me. Don't leave me behind. I need you."
And as the boxes faded, he saw their face. Their expression was no longer one of disgust or disappointment, but of a sudden understanding, of some mix of emotions that he could not identify. But, in the swirl, he could pick out just one...
Love.
It felt like the cold had been cut in two, melting and fizzling out to make room for the warmth. As the freezing shackles gave way from their forgiveness, he ached to tell them thank you, to tell them just how much he loved them too, with every fiber of his being, but his voice was snatched away from him. The strings had returned.
The Spelldrive field came into view again, and he was lying on the ground. Above him stood the little flaming weasel, prodding him with his paw and speaking to him in his nasally voice. Leona blinked, then sat up.
The conversation went on around him, and the script made him speak every now and again. He was only vaguely listening, but for now, the majority of his attention was focused on the player. He was warm again, loved again, forgiven. It felt so soft and comforting, knowing that despite everything that had happened to him, they still found a way to love him. The feeling was beautiful, reaching in to soothe the wounds that had festered and bled out without it.
Despite all that happened, Leona was somewhat glad the strings were there now, or else everyone would hear him start purring uncontrollably. He also wasn't entirely sure he trusted himself with the freedom to speak at the moment, thinking he'd sound like a starstruck cub. For now, he was content to take whatever came his way for his attempt on Malleus's life.
It felt so stupid now, at least in hindsight. He didn't matter anymore. The dragon may have a crown, but the lion had something far better, the player. No matter how hard you worked for it, a crown cannot love you back, the player could, and they did even now. He, of course, felt incredibly proud of himself for achieving such a feat. A feeling so warm and beautiful belonged solely to him, tinting only his world with rosy pink adoration.
Leona felt supremely tired, but he listened as the others around him discussed his fate. He didn't care what conclusion they came to, so long as he was spared from having to ever feel such a chill in his bones again. The tournament could burn in the Underworld for all he cared. The warmth inside him drowned out the spiral he had just gone through in his mind, blurring from his aching desire to just curl up somewhere and nap.
Leona's mind drifted as he directed his focus to the player, and a piece of him just... ached. He just wanted to scoop the player up into his arms and never, ever let go. His mind, muddled with sleep and sappy sweetness, wondered how warm they'd feel with his head against their chest. Maybe after kisses... no, he would not be finishing that thought with other people around, thank you. In the midst of his mushy thoughts, one sound make him snap to attention.
" Laugh With Me!"
While the script felt like his muscles moving without his knowledge at best and like the strings were yanking him around at worst, this forced smile felt like someone had jabbed their thumbs into the corners of his lips to force it out of him. He growled out Ruggie's name to tell him to stop, but suddenly felt like he was almost bowled off his feet by a burst of warmth.
Leona could hear laughter in the distance, the lightest, softest sound he had ever heard. The warmth blossoming in his chest from it made him eager to do anything to hear it again. However, it was at his expense, and if he ever gets out of this hell the player had better start running... but only for a little while. He had never felt so exhausted in his entire life.
Leona noticed that they were all still standing around and talking, and felt an immediate confusion. He just overblotted, didn't they know he was damn near dead on his feet? Managing to work his way through his sheer lack of energy, he focused on the conversation, the voice of the Prefect echoing in his mind, still not truly spoken.
" Let's go do our best, guys!" they happily exclaimed, their glass face unmoving.
Wait, they were playing NOW? Oh, hell no. Why did this always have to happen when he's got one foot in the grave? Nope, not THIS lion, not today. Not this WEEK. Didn't they have to check him for injuries or something? He was a prince, dammit!
The space around snapped into darkness, and Leona took in a breath. His ears perked as an idea sprung to his head, and he wondered how he might go about it.
Slate eyes scanned the space around by force of habit. Everyone who had been in the stadium was there, and some were immediately turning to leave. He had seen this before, when the script had zeroed in on Heartslabyul. The petite housewarden let out a soft sigh, feeling himself relax here. In this place, the yawning void, he was closest to them. Riddle could feel their presence in the air, the barest remnants of their touch ghosting on his skin, from when the script led him into the decrepit halls of Ramshackle time and time again. When the player was there, everything was perfect.
Riddle's half-lidded eyes widened as he noticed some irregular movement among the small crowd. He could see the headmage heave a sigh, looking around at all his students, making Riddle stay shock still as to not be noticed. The old bird lowered his head and pressed his palms against the eye holes of his mask, muttering to himself in a voice that sounded genuinely miserable, not the performative crocodile tears as he noticed it had been around the Prefect lately. Crowley took a deep breath in before allowing himself to disappear into the darkness along with a few other students, but Riddle didn't want to go just yet.
Once the headmage was gone, more movement at the corner of Riddle's peripheral caught his eye, turning to look just in time to see Leona doing something strange as well. The lion, with his back turned and a good distance away from him, scratched at his forearm, seeming to be trying to shake something off like an animal with irritated skin. Then Riddle heard a sound like a hatch swinging open, and watched in wide-eyed horror as Leona's skin split itself in half, and a luminous, purple version of himself clumsily stumbled out, leaving the skin completely hollow. It examined its hands before giving an excited pump of its fist, seeming proud of itself.
The red-haired boy watched as the empty skin closed itself and shuddered to life, hunched over as its chest rose and fell before turning to face him, staring into his soul despite having only shadows where eyes once were. The split opened again, letting out a sound akin to an unearthly, voiceless growl. The strings keeping it locked in place by the wrists like chains seemed to be the only things seeming to keeping it from mauling him.
Whatever the thing that had come out of Leona was, it seemed to notice Riddle, too. Its wide green eyes appeared panicked, stepping back only to fall through the invisible barrier that served as the floor of the void and vanishing into the darkness. Riddle stepped back, only to feel the strings tug sharply on his limbs, dragging him out of the void.
Leona landed in what seemed to be the same place as before, green eyes glittering as he saw the glass in all the glory of what it brought. And, behind it, as always, was his precious herbivore. His precious, warm, loving, b e a u t i f u l herbivore. The lion couldn't suppress the light, deep sigh that escaped him, and if someone were to hold a mirror to his face, they could almost swear his pupils were in the shape of cute little hearts.
He curled up as he watched them play the rhythm segment, the beat compelling him to idly bob his head along with the music. It was moments like this, being with them, that made those endless days and nights seem... worth it. Like each one had all piled up to serve one big purpose, and every second he spent like this felt closer and closer to fulfilling that purpose.
Leona’s breathing slowed, and a soft smile was apparent on his features. He just felt so… at peace here. There was no crown, nobody who expected ‘better’ of him, nobody to take away what he had worked so hard for, no plans that could be spoiled in an instant, no feeling like he was dragging himself through every breath, just the two of them, the music, and the glass. All was right with the world.
The beat slowed as the others started talking again, and Leona watched as the player let out a breath, preparing for the second round. The red and blue notes made their way across the screen, and as the seconds ticked by, he saw them get into the groove of it. Seeing them smile and sway like that, it had to be a direct attempt to assassinate him. It was the cutest thing he had ever seen. How dare they make his heart melt like that? He would give anything to make this moment last forever, didn’t they know that? There wasn't enough purring in the world to express just how happy he was, and that was a crime.
The music stopped, and the player smiled brightly as they got a good score. Leona wanted to collapse into himself, who gave them the right to be that CUTE?!? Because it certainly wasn't him! His depressed heart hadn't felt joy in years, and this was far too much for the lion to handle. It was like someone had taken one of the oversaturated, sunshine-ridden scenes from one of Cheka's picture books and injected it directly into his veins, and he didn't like it! It frustrated him, there was nowhere for it all to go. They were a world, hell, another reality away. No matter how much he loved them, he knew deep down that he could never bridge that gap. No matter how much he ached to keep them safe and warm in his arms...
He was stranded here.
Nobody else knew. Nobody knew how much he loved them, nobody knew how good it felt to be loved by them, nobody knew they even existed. In every gray cloud, there may be a silver lining, but even a cloud made of gold can bring rain. As he felt a tug from the strings, the soft sweetness inside became just a bit bitter. He finally had someone who loved and understood him more than anyone alive, and yet he could never even be able to tell them, much less hold them, protect them from anything that might take their smile away from them, spend sunny afternoons just talking and laughing and napping with them.
Nothing.
Nothing but what these stupid strings allowed.
The script dragged him away, and he woke up in the infirmary. To his side, the faceless prefect laid in the next bed over, surrounded by the weasel, the first year, and those two Heartslabyul students. Ruggie was the only one who was close to the bed he was in, and even he wasn't paying any mind to the prince. Leona convinced himself that he didn't care, at least he had gotten that nap and treatment. Everything still hurt, though.
He wasn't paying attention, why would he be? They had lost. With him halfway out of commission and Ruggie and Jack being almost as bad, it was bound to happen. Leona didn't have the control to sigh, staring into the glass with a familiar feeling of helplessness burrowing deep into him. If only he could find a w-
" Unca Leona!!"
Leona's ears drooped as he heard the rapid pitter-patter of little footsteps, bracing himself for child interaction. He muttered under his breath, " Welp, looks like I won't be getting any sleep now..." as he heard the player's voice, a small gasp, followed by,
" Awww!~ A baby!"
Leona internally bristled in embarrassment. Great, another one endeared to the little monster. Cheka happily toddled up to the infirmary bed, a wide smile on his baby face. He tried to push away the mushy thought of taking them along to babysit him, making him wonder if they would enjoy the cub's clinginess. The others exchanged looks, " ...Unca Leona?"
Leona heaved a sigh, vaguely gesturing to the pint-sized menace, " The little hairball is Cheka, my brother's son... and my nephew."
They all gawked and acted surprised, and Cheka tired getting his small self onto the bed with him, " The match was so cool, Unca! Show me next time!"
" Alright, alright, stop shouting," he said. If it weren't for his limited movement, he would have just put his hand over his face, that usually worked. " And where are your attendants? They're gonna make it everybody's problem if they don't find you."
" I just wanted to see you, so I left them!" the cub giggled, not knowing Leona would have really lectured him if it weren't for the script... and his aching ribs. Ow.
Leona tuned out the chatter around him, their voices starting to further irritate his headache. Cheka managed to finally hoist himself onto the bed, flopping onto the older lion's stomach. The strings suppressed his yowl, and he heard the others start laughing at him. This was the worst.
Eventually, Leona was discharged from the infirmary. Everyone else had left, even the Prefect, and it was just him. He wandered down Main Street, cutting to the right to go down the stairs. Past the withered black tree and the old school shop, the mirror hall came into view. He had gotten in another nap, so he could keep going for a while before getting tired again, but he just wanted to be in his bed right now.
But, as the mirror hall came closer, he felt a tug, and he could smell the glass, although far away. His pain had largely faded by now, so he picked up his pace to a jog. He blinked in confusion as he completely passed the hall, instead continuing up the path and across the bridge, towards the botanical garden. Passing even that, Leona wondered where the hell he was being led to. Rounding the turn of the path, the tattered green roof of Ramshackle made itself seen.
Leona had no clue what he was doing here as he slowed down, wondering what could possibly be happening here that required him. He walked through the worn gate and up the old stone steps, the door creaking as he moved to open it. Leona stepped into the hall, only to be greeted by a sight that had honestly startled him.
It was Riddle, standing in the entrance hall, just as wide-eyed and confused as he was. The two stared at each other for a brief moment before the tugging became even more insistent. Neither spoke as Leona simply walked past him.
He came to a stop in the main lounge of Ramshackle, only to be presented with the glass itself. Leona's expression was forced into neutrality, but his brain was going into overdrive. They were here? In this dump? Had they been here the whole time?
Leona's voice was hardly registered by his own mind, and in the corner of his vision he could still see Riddle, shoulders bunched and hands balled into tight fists. His slate eyes bore into the other's green ones, and the look of hatred on his face sent a chill up the lion's spine, carrying a realization.
Riddle stormed out as Leona found his voice winding to a stop. Everything was rushing through his head all at once. He remembered seeing him in the darkness, how his own empty skin had turned to face him. That bare glimpse of Riddle's reaction, the fact that he had reacted at all, was beyond telling.
He wasn't alone.
As Leona began to spiral into the implications, the multitude of possibilities that arose from that one fact, he was interrupted by an extremely pleasant feeling in the space between his ears that caught him off guard. He melted almost immediately, closing his eyes as he nuzzled into the euphoric sensation. When he managed to open them, he could see that the source of it was the player's fingertip against the glass, his reaction making their movements excited. Leona's ears flattened as he tried to express his surprise and sheer embarrassment, but it felt so nice that he could not help but make the dopey, sleepy-eyed expression he so feared. A purr escaped him, making almost too much warmth for his heart to handle surge through his body, amplifying the happy rumbles.
" Awwwww, you're just a big, lovey baby kitty aren't chuu??~"
For more pats? FUCK YES. Thankfully, for his soon to be decimated dignity after this, Leona was too busy purring to speak, being the very happy baby kitty he was. All of his thoughts melted away into bliss, and he never wanted this moment to end.
But, eventually, they withdrew, leaving Leona to make an awkward sound of confusion as the pats stopped. He heard them sigh on the other side,
" Sorry, kitty. I gotta go."
What? No! Don't leave! Leona was about to call out to them, but the glass went dark and vanished before he could say anything. The lion pouted, now left completely alone in Ramshackle. The warmth in his chest still lingered as the strings let go completely, and the full weight of what had just occurred hit him like a sack of bricks. He had just been purring harder than an engine, probably had been looking at them like they had descended from the heavens, and they-
They… They called him baby kitty.
Him, Leona Kingscholar, 20 year old second-born prince of the Sunset Savannah.
Baby kitty.
And they said it with so much love in their voice, not mocking him for his vulnerability. He had been nothing but putty in their hands and yet they seemed to love him more for it. Leona’s face was almost overheating, hiding it in his hands as he whimpered incoherently to himself. He wanted to scream into a pillow, but he was sure that if he did it here he’d be hacking up balls of dust until he graduates. With that thought, he looked out the window and saw that it was getting late, and he drudged back to his dorm.
Thankfully, his emotions were able to be wrangled under his own control, and he no longer looked like what the cat dragged in by the time he reached the mirror hall. He was still a flustered mess inside, but nobody inquiring would live long enough to know.
" Leona! Where were you, man?!" one of the freshmen hollered from across the hall, and was promptly silenced by the housewarden's glowering growl. He retreated to his all-too-familiar room, sighing deeply as he shut the door. Leona leaned back against the solid wood, taking a deep breath in and sinking to the floor.
For a moment, longer than he would like to admit, he just sat there. His back against the door, just breathing slowly, almost nodding off. He was so tired...
He just wanted to stop and sob, grasping at straws for a feeling that was intangible. His black gloves ran through his mane, just trying to process everything that had happened today. It was all just so much, it made his mind overflow and a soft hiccup escape his throat, but he did not cry. Not here. Not now. Leona couldn't find it in him to get up, no matter how much he wanted his pillows and sheets. He just couldn't do it. His legs shuffled uselessly between positions, and his palms were laid flat against the floor, but no matter how he weakly pleaded with himself in silence, his body would not get up.
Leona's eyes stung and his expression tightened. He bunched himself up, his hands pressed against the back of his neck and his knees to his chest, curling in on himself. His vision blurred and he closed his eyes, finally giving in.
It was completely mute, that first sob. His jaws were clenched shut, closing the sound in. Even in surrender, he fought himself to the death. Another followed, then the next, falling silent with the tears. It wracked his body, making him hiccup and quiver, but he would not give it voice. He just couldn't take it anymore. Everything fell away to blackness, shoved into a deep corner of his own mind to give himself some falsehood of peace. He had suffered enough.
Eventually, like everything, the tears came to an end. Feeling heavier than he had before, he got up with ease. A swipe of his arm over his face cleared him of the evidence of his weakness. Taking in a deep breath, he dragged himself to his bed and collapsed into it, half-heartedly kicking off his shoes before hiding himself completely under the covers.
The world slipped away in seconds, numbing him to the pain. He felt the warmth creep back into his chest, worming its way into his sleeping consciousness.
He was dreaming, he could tell by the honeyed sunshine, by the silver-green grass on the flat plain, by the all too bright picnic blanket, by the emptied plates with shifting yet specific details. Leona had found himself draped over someone's lap, one hand entangled in someone else's and their other hand combing their fingers through his mane. He fully looked at them, eyes widening as their features registered in some deeper part of his mind and not the main process.
The player.
Their features were soft, loving, dappled with the warm and sweet light. It was more beautiful than any sunset at home. They looked back at him, almost looking like how the main characters of those boring romance novels look after being kissed. He smelled of glass, and them of his expensive cologne.
Their hand moved from his hair to cup the side of his face with all the missing tenderness of years past. After clearing all the stray hair from his face, they reached their hand to their mouth, pressing a kiss to their fingertips before moving to press the traces of the kiss to his forehead. A soft, elated chuckle passed his lips as he instinctively moved to cover it with his free hand.
His mother had done the same thing to him as a cub, often getting squealing peals of giggles out of his much younger self. The echoes of that laughter had faded into nothing over the years, abandoned to prepare Falena to become king.
The light above suddenly crumbled to darkness, the world shaking around the pair. The player panicked and clung to Leona's arm as he sat up. There were no stars, only harsh green lights above, streaking like comets all in one cascading direction. He whirled to look at where they all were going, panic and dread budding in his chest.
His eyes were open now, wrestling the covers off of him. The player and picnic were gone, replaced by his once-empty room. Leona's attention snapped to the source of the floating green lights in his room, and the forming figures of two intruders.
The petite form of the first came into full view before the second, slate eyes wide as he looked around. It was Riddle, magical pen in hand as he just now noticed the lion in the center of the room, but Leona's attention wasn't on him.
The second came into being beside the first, exhaling a slow, reveling breath as he looked down on Leona from his standing position. Leona growled lowly at the sight of him, ears back and fangs bared.
" Malleus."
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ok bestieeee
this was not what i had planned but OK so I
wrote u a little thing a little suprise for your birthday hope u enjoy it
a quietly loud confession
Kevin and sami Loved each other oh yess that is love with a capital L everyone knew it everyone saw it.. that is everyone except the most important people Kevin and sami themselves were oblivious to it .
Honestly it was getting to a point that there group of friends just wanted to lock em up in a room until they figure it out . but as one of them put it the prizefighter would find a way to break down the door leaving a sad yet smiling Sami ... sooo noo they had to let the idiots figure it out for themselves.
Idiots both of them.
So as they were driving to the next town riding together as they've done for as long as both could remember ,,, both were uncharacteristically quiet only having the low sound of the radio playing in the background . Kevin had let Sami take the first part of the journey it gave him time to look at the scenery outside and steal some glances at Sami .. His sami . Sami of course felt Kevins gaze but he was trying not to let his thoughts cause an accident . Sami deep down was afraid to speak his feeling afraid to be wrong afraid of being right and having Kevin love him back . As soon as He lost the battle with his brain over this he yawned to indicate to Kevin he was ready to switch over .
Oh theres a rest area at the next exit Sami Kevin said
Yep on it Kev replied Sami
Now as soon as they reached the rest stop its like for a moment time stood still . Like when u watch a movie and pause it but surely this was no movie this was real life for a moment sami and kevin just stared at each other as quickly as this moment happened it was over and they both got out to stretch.
As it had been Kevin's new custom He walked in the opposite direction to look out to the distance ... Sami had asked him once and he came up with a i just need a moment to clear my mind then called himself stupid for the half fast excuse and well hoped Sami would just buy the excuse .
So as Kevin was looking out to well at the moment a giant field of nothing breathing trying to calm down before continuing onto the hotel for the night he could feel Samis eyes on him Sami who as much he did not like having kevin far from him was enjoying these moment where Kevin had his back turned to just stare at his beautiful Kevin ( see i told u Idiots).
As Kevin was enjoying the fresh air and well failing to keep his thoughs pure (because yess he knew Sami was checking him out ... secretly he enjoyed it but Kevin Owens would NEVER admit thaaaat .
He was pulled out of his thoughts by a familiar touch
Kev we need to get moving we have an early call tomorrow and some one gets angry if he doesn't have his 8 hours of sleep
Me Kevin said in his most shocked mad voice
Well ok Sami said perhaps we are both captain grumpy pants sami said laughing tossing the keys to Kevin and walked back to the car but going to the passengers side instead .
Once they both got in the car the weird silence returned but Kevin could not take it anymore
SAmi I hmmm I need to say something ok
Sami turned in his seat yess Kevin
At that moment Kevin lost his nerve getting lost in sami eyes
His words may of failed him in that moment but his body now had a mind of its own
Kevin Cupped Sami face with his hand his heart nearly leaping out of his chest when sami leaned into his touch ... in the end it was Sami who took the final step and brought there lips together in a kiss that said soo manyy things
I love you, i care for u , i want u , im scared but willing to fight for you.
hope u enjoyed thisss bestieee and HAPPPYYYY birthday hope u have an amaaaazing dayyy
The last line resonated with me: "I'm scared, but willing to fight for you." We often interpret "fight forever" as them wrestling, but what if it holds a much deeper meaning? I love this, thank you so much! 😍
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Hey bestieeee!!! Can u pls do Wakasa angst??
Reader left him and wakasa regrets it and wants to get her back but when he saw her again she's with another guy. It depends if u want a happy or sad ending heheeh
Wakasa imaushi x fem reader
A/n: thank you for requesting bestie! I decided on a happy ending since I already do a lot of angst😩 wanna give y'all a little break<3 I hope you like it! Sorry it's short:( sorry for the wait!
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It's been 2 years since you and wakasa have broken up.
But throughout the 2 years wakasa hasn't been doing well. He regretted the day he broke things off with you.
He tried distracting himself and getting back into dating but it never worked out.
He misses you and wants you back.
His friends are tired of seeing him like this so they suggested going out to eat and maybe hit the bar later that day.
It took some convincing but Wakasa later on agreed and got ready.
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"Everything is on us so get what you want!"
He just nodded and looked through the menu. When he finally told them what he wanted Takeomi waved a waitress over and she gladly took their orders.
While wakasa was looking around he saw a familiar figure across the room. His heart stopped when he saw that it was you.
But it wasn't only you. It was you and also another guy happily chatting together.
You and wakasa then made eye contact and he felt like he fell in love all over again. You quickly looked away and continued talking to the man in front of you.
"Hey wakasa you good?" Shinichiro said from beside him. He looked at where his friend was staring at and saw you.
"Oh."
The other two turn to see what got shin and wakasa attention to see you.
They stayed silent and wakasa sat there and watched you and the man get up and leave.
"Fuck it." He said and got up and followed after you.
"Wait wakasa!"
"Dude!"
But it was too late and he was out the door.
He walked towards the car you were about to get in and yell out your name.
"Y/n!" You turned around when you heard someone call out to you. You saw wakasa making his way towards you and you could feel your heart beat fast.
Even after 2 years. You were still in love with him.
"Wakasa?" You could see that he was slightly nervous when he was finally in front of you.
"I just want to say I'm sorry. Fuck I shouldn't have broken up with you that night. Even after two years I'm still in love with you..so please come back."
You stood there in shock.
So he still loves you?
Your silence made him curse at himself for being stupid. He shouldn't have came up to you-
"Wakasa…I'm still in love with you too." He looked at you with wide eyes.
"What?"
"I still love you idiot! Even though 2 years have passed, I still love you."
He knew you could see the light blush on his cheeks and he quickly turned away.
"So are we good now?"
"Mm maybe.."
"What do you mean maybe?"
"I'm messing with you waka! Though let's take things slow. Okay?" He nodded his head and you both later exchanged numbers.
"That felt like a whole romance manga."
The man from the car said. You and wakasa completely forgot that he was there.
"Who are you?" He said with a glare.
"Woah, I'm just her friend!"
He said with his hands up in defense.
"Well it's getting late. I'll call you later tonight okay?" Wakasa nodded. Your friend started the car and you waved at wakasa one last time before the car sped off.
"Mans was desperate." Wakasa quickly turns around to see his friends looking at him amused.
"More desperate than Shinichiro."
"Hey!"
"Fuck off."
#tokyo revengers#tokyo revengers x reader#tokyo revengers angst#tokyo revengers fluff#tokyo revengers wakasa#wakasa imaushi#wakasa x reader
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Why not me?
'Why only thing you wanted to know was why? Why didn't he love you the way he loved her.'
You think as you watched him and her kiss and cuddle from afar. You knew she was using him but he never bothered to listen. It hurt you because you were in love with him and you knew you couldn't have him.
"Hey y/n? What you thinking about?" Scarlett asked you.
"Thomas, I just can't help it. I want him and it hurts me to know that I can't have him," you tell her looking away to cry in your hands.
She conforts you before leaving you to confront Tom. She walks up to him and she grabs his arm.
"Seriously Hiddleston, what's fucking wrong with you?" She says as Taylor steps in front of him.
"Who are you and why are you touching him?" She asks Scarlett.
"Girllll, don't make me drag you," she says to Taylor.
"I got this ScarJo," you tell her pulling her back from Taylor.
"Thomas can we talk in private?" You ask him.
"No, if you need me Taylor is coming with me," he says.
"Okay, fine. It doesn't matter anyway. Nevermind," you say walking away.
You leave without anyone noticing.
You- i left don't look for me, i went home
ScarJo💋🔥❤️- did taylor tell you som.. imma kill her🔪🔪🔪🔪
You- no thomas wants to bring her with him when i wanted to talk so i said nevermind
ScarJo💋🔥❤️- alright ill deal with him later luv u bestieeee💋💋💋💋💋
You- lov u to ScarJo❤️💋
You look at the emojis as you send them tears streaming down your face as you walk home. Next thing you know as you wait for a taxi when a car rides through a puddle of water and completely soaks your dress.
"Fuck!"
You look and you take off your heels and walk home.
~one hour later~
You get home and open the door. You walk into the bathroom and you look into the mirror and you wonder why? You had tears streaming down your face. You looked under the sink in the cabinet and you saw it. Your razor, it brought back all the memories of college and high school every bad thing that had happened to you had been accompanied with this razor. You hadn't used it since you met Tom. You go to pull it out and you hear your phone ring from your bedroom.
"Hello," you softly spoke, not wanting to give away that you had been crying.
"Hi y/n," someone spoke into the phone.
"Tom? Why are you calling me, I don't want to speak to you anymore," you told him while getting angrier and more upset towards him.
"I'm sorry I treated you like that, I just want my best friend back," he tells you hoping that you will some back to him.
'Best friend, that's all I'm ever going to he is a best friend to him nothing more and much less.'
"Why? What could have happened that made you have a change of heart so sudden?" You asked him.
"I just talked to Scarlett," he tells you.
"Why did you never tell me you loved me y/n?" He asked you.
"I don't know, maybe because everytime i wanted to have a fucking conversation with you, you always wanted Taylor around," you tell him.
"I'm sorry, can you forgive me?" He asks you.
"I don't know, you really hurt me Tom," you replied.
"Well do me a favor and open your door for me," he asks.
You get up off the floor in the bathroom and you go open your door unaware that you still had your razor in your hand. He walks inside and is chest to chest with you.
"I'm sorry y/n," he repeats.
"I know Tom," you say.
He looks at your hand and he spots your razor.
"What the fuck were you going to do with this?" He questions.
"Nothing, I was thinking about cutting again. But I didn't wanna start all over I've come to far," you tell him.
"Okay, because I'd hate to lose you," he says smiling in your face like an idiot.
"I love you y/n. Always have always will," he tells you.
"Why didn't you tell me earlier Tom?" You ask him.
"I never thought that you felt the same way. So I dated Taylor in order to get my mind off of you. But it seems like the more I tried to love her the further I drifted from you. I don't wanna lose you," he speaks.
You smile at his reply. You stand on your tippy toes and you kiss him. He kisses you back instantly, wrapping his arms around your waist.
"I love you to Thomas. Always have always will," you tell him, using his words against him.
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hiya!! mind if I request an oc x canon (sort of) post? About, the time before Jamil got admitted to NRC, Inaya begging Jamil to take a break from his work to go and hang out with her and Kalim.
btw hope you have an amazing day/night/etc. <3
AS SOMEONE ON BOOK 4 U DON'T KNOW HOW MUCH THIS IS HURTING ME DGSHGDHSGDHSAGHJSGA
Jaminaya for the win fr fr (If the names looks like a Hamilton reference no it isn't/j)
Jamil Viper x Inaya -Take a Break
"C'mon Jamil! Just this once!" Inaya almost went to her knees and begged him to take a break. Jamil has been going nonstop with cooking since he finally recovered from his reaction to the poison someone put in Kalim's curry, and he needed to catch back on his skills.
"I already said it, I need to finish cooking Kalim's lunch, I can't go do whatever you want me to right now" The boy was, as always, insistent on his duties, much to the girl's dismay, and sometimes even worries. "If I stop to wander around every time you asked me to instead of actually doing my work, I would never hear the end of it from my parents, you know?"
"I promise you, it's just this once! Kalim said he wanted to fly on his magic carpet with us, to show me the oasis you two found last weekend. It won't take too much time, and I'll help you afterwards even a-"
"That is not happening. I'm the only one who should cook for him, you both know it. Now please go back to playing Mancala with Kalim while I finish his lunch, I'm sure this can wait for after his meal."
Inaya pouted, looking defeated, but tugged at his arm slightly. Jamil, even though he knew she meant well, couldn't let her take his duties from him, no matter if Kalim asked for it or not.
"I just wished you would stop working till exhaustion and would have some fun with us again, like the old times..."
Her words took Jamil off guard, which almost led to him burning his fingers. He sighed and looked at her, not very pleased but finally giving in, as at least this way she wouldn't be talking about stuff that he didn't want to think. "If I accept going with you two, will you please let me finish cooking?"
Inaya took zero seconds to nod furiously, that sweet smile that led to Jamil's sleepless nights about what he really thought of her gracing her face once again, as just after Jamil turned off the stove, he was dragged by his clothes.
Well... I suppose, if it is to see that smile grace Inaya's face once again, Jamil could skip just this time. As much as he wanted to deny it, he knew, deep down, that she was a diamond in the rough, and that the Sevens graced him with the chance to see this diamond shine under the Scalding Sands sunlight. Maybe only he saw this, but the perfect picture of her smile will forever grace his memories.
Hope u like this bestieeee
I LOVE THEM SOSOSO MUCH DGSAHDGSHGDJSA I'M NOT WELL ABOUT THE JAMINAYA PROPAGANDA!!!
also REQUEST MORE BEE, CUZ I NEED TO SPOIL U MORE, I SPOIL U WAY TOO LITTLE >:((
#thanks for the request!#twisted wonderland#twst#disney twst#tena writing#jamil x oc#jamil x inaya#beelloonn#tena moots
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HI DAAARLINGG
how are u? i hope you having a good day, i would like to do a request to one of my favorites writers, maybeee jinx x fem reader who is a fashion icon?? maybe a supermodel, stylist, something like that! have a good day <3
heyyy bestieeee!! im alright thanks for asking! i cant believe you said im one of your favorite writers. you make my heart go boom boom. YOU have an AMAZING day <333
anyways, what a cool idea!! so creative. i had a lot of fun writing this
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🌌 Jinx w/ a Fashion Icon S/O 🌌
🌌 What actually caught her eye about you first was the outfit you had on. As soon you passed by Jinx you drew her attention towards you. She had never seen anyone dressed like you before. Immediately walked up to you and complimented your outfit
🌌 Being that Jinx is so creative, she’s a huge part in your design brainstorming process. Her mind never runs out of colorful, new, inventive ideas so that’s especially helpful when you’re experiencing a block.
🌌 One of your fav things to do with Jinx is going out into the fashion district and people-watching. You guys have a lot of fun in spotting cool outfit designs, or brainstorming ideas on how to make someones outfit better.
🌌 Going to the mall with her is a dangerous game. Jinx will encourage you to try on every outfit you think is cute and will also throw pieces at you that she wants to see you in.
🌌 She’s always fixing up your sewing machine for you and lets you use her as a clothing stand dummy when you’re pinning alterations together on clothes.
🌌 Jinx’s mechanic butterflies actually inspired a leather line of yours. You presented the sketches along with the final designs to her as an anniversary gift. Her favorite piece is the leather jacket with the butterflies littered across the back.
🌌 She planned a date night where you both amped up some plain pieces of clothing you both had. The clothes you make with Jinx always become your favorite articles to put on.
🌌 Whenever you have a show Jinx pumps you up and encourages you up until the moment you go behind stage. She’s always right in the front screaming her lungs out as soon as you step out.
🌌 After a show Jinx litters you in praise and affection. She tells you how good you did and how amazing you looked. Is super eager to see the high-quality pictures and videos later.
🌌 Is always offering to take pictures of and with you whenever you guys go out. Takes candid photos of you constantly. When Jinx meets a new person she always ends up showing them your Instagram.
🌌 Gets really jealous when scrolling through your social media. Will argue with gross people in your comments. Isn’t afraid to post you and show you off. You’re like 80% of her posts she’s literally obsessed.
🌌 If you spam her with photos and videos she won’t answer for about an hour because she’s too busy making edits of you. She’s honestly your biggest fan. Posts the edits on TikTok.
🌌 Jinx made a separate tiktok for you guys’ fashion/relationship content. Posts couple outfits, thrifting dates, the clothes you make together, and get ready with us videos.
🌌 Always bothers you when you try on clothes from your PR packages because they just fit you perfectly. She can never keep her hands off of you.
🌌 Loves to dress you up in her style. Calls you her perfect little doll. Says that she’s jealous of you because you can pull anything off.
🌌 Has a bad habit of stealing cool fabrics from the expensive shops in Piltover to give to you.
🌌 Is always bragging about how creative and talented you are. If someone compliments something she’s wearing that you made she’ll immediately boast about it. Inventor of “Thanks my girlfriend made it!!”
🌌 Compliments you in artistic ways. Says that you’re a one of a kind design and that the gods took their time with you. She gets a little dramatic at times and will say that you were carved by Michelangelo himself and polished off by the tears of angels.
🌌 You were the first person to take her measurements. Before you she was always just guessing. Her clothes were either a tad bit tight or way too big.
🌌 Asks you for help deciding on a size when online shopping. When you ask why she can’t do it herself she says it’s because you pick them the best.
🌌 Keeps gifting you thimbles for some reason. Very much crow find shiny thing, give to human.
🌌 Makes you cute little pin cushions and gives you them when you’re feeling down. The first one she ever made you was a raccoon.
🌌 Always asks, “Trinket can you make me this!?!” while showing you a random article of clothing/outfit she saw on social media.
🌌 One of your most memorable dates was when you guys made tie dye tops, shorts, bucket hats, and socks. Tik Tok loved it too.
🌌 Started crocheting after she met you. Keeps making you guys matching hats.
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Greetings, i have r e t u r n e d. End of school year been killing me etc etc. Now, i was thinkng abt will with a s/o who not only is a metal freak but they'll always drag him to concerts with them. I just know the old man would get a heart attack from a single death metal guitar solo. Not only that but they can handle their alcohol well and always urge him, a certified lightweight, to do the same while at said concert before proceeding to tease him ("of course you're already shitfaced from just a glass of wine, you're 4'10! short people get drunk way more easily, silly willy!") When he complains they just lift him on their shoulders so he can see the stage better while he prays he won't fall over bc of their violent headbanging <3 - will kinnie anon
( BESTIEEEE WBBB I MISSED YOU- i hope ur school years going well since summer breaks gonna be around soon and this idea..yes,,,this. these hcs will be scattered around but i hope you enjoy!! )
it’s not that he hates heavy metal but this poor mans e a r s. he’s already heard michael’s music so he’s had enough of that till you start dragging him to concerts despite him being hella busy,,
william can handle some types of alcohol,just..not most. so when he gets completely fucking smashed ur gonna have to watch after his goofy ass self. (dude for sure has tried to jump off a roof or anywhere cuz people have dared him to)
so at that concert he is pissed that you even made him drink before,he only had four glasses!! he can take whiskey just fine but somehow can barley take wine without getting shitfaced drunk. poor dude,,
the first time you did put him on his shoulders when i tell you he had a d e a t h g r i p. your whole body hurt even if it was just your shoulders after that. he somewhat trusts you cuz he knows that you won’t let him fall but still..he hates heights(whimp,,)
the music just..hurts his ears. it’s to be expected but don’t be surprised if he drags you out and says you two are going home. pewpaw can’t take that much noise </3
he won’t admit he actually had fun at that concert and the other ones you go to but he only goes cause you ask him nicely to. he just likes that you even bother asking him plus..hey,bonding!!
#blueycapsules#blueycapsules william#blueycapsules x reader#william afton x reader#will kinnie anon <3
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No bc everyone is saying they shouldn’t be together and AS MUCH AS I HATE TO SAY IT, I kinda get it😔😔😔😔😔😔. I think they’re just too wrapped up in eachother to be thinking clearly, and any attempts TO think clearly are just brushed away because otherwise they’d have to confront the fact that logistically, it might not work😔😔😔😔😔😔
I can imagine it being sad - sad but sudden. Like neither of them really have the time to get over it, they just have to force themselves to bc that’s life and life can be unfair. Kind of like a scab hehehe the more you pick at it the more it’s gonna bleed, so they just leave it. Leave it for a while, until they find eachother when they’re both okay again, sometime in the future. Perhaps kylian asks about her cat, or Taylor asks whether he’s still an arrogant asshole. Idk SOMETHING to show they’re both as in love with eachother as they once were, it was just a messy time for them both but they’re wiser now and less stubborn and want nothing more than to just reintroduce themselves but do it right this time! No beating around the bush!!!😩😩😩😩Anwyays BESTIEEEE u are my fav writer on here taylor really be my bae🫶 and I hope you are having the nicest day💌💌💌💌
Why is EVERYONE SO SAD ALL OF A SUDDEN 😭😭😭
Guys we still have a lot to go through together,, i feel like the ending is coming with all these messages and it's breaking my heart 😭
I'm sending bug warm hugs to all of you. Thank you for being apart of this journey.
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bestie where r u and why haven’t you cried yet about paul & ollie in p2 🥺
bestieeee i was crying, just irl and not on here 😭 the boys! honestly though im still kinda confused about f3 because was goethe's penalty only for the sprint? it can't have been, right? i interpreted it like you (paul p2 in the feature) but im not sure rn... idk, i guess we'll see 🤷♀️ but ollie!! hoping he can have a race free of bad luck tomorrow, no prema curse please!!! 🥰
#sorry i wasnt on here but i havent had the energy#you know me well though#ofc im crying about the boys <3<3#asks!#anon!
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