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Miles Prowler x Reader ( age up 18+ )

Neck kissing , hair pulling , bathroom sex , public humiliation (sex at the family meetin) , dirty talk , use of ma/good girl , cheating, anal. USED OF THE WORD NIGA ( I’m black calm down and i got the name milo from an other fanfic @qkopi )

PLEASE TELL ME YALL WANT A PT 2 I PROMISE ITS BETTER THAN THE HOBIE PT2😭

You’ve been best friends with miles for couple months and was now invited to meet his family. You happily said yes, the thought of meeting everyone. You were giving a time and date to be there.

You arrived on time in an earthy green long skirt ,brown tank top , waist beads , and your hair out( it’s all types afro , straight, curly hair) . You walk up to miles mother greeting her and the rest of the family. When you finished you sat on the couch thinking that everyone was greeted and how easy this would be until you seen miles mother let two other people into the house “ OH MY BABY MILO ( prowler ) “.

walking next to him was a beautiful slim girl her eyes shining. You stared in amazement as miles introduced you to them.

“ this is my friend y/n , y/n this is my brother milo.”

you shake both their hands

“ nice to meet you milo “

you say placing a soft smile on your face so bright it could light up the darkest part on the moon

“ nice to meet you too”

he says his eyes glaring at you and your glowing skin . Milo pulls miles to the side

“ niga I know DAYUM WELL you didn’t try and choose Gwen over her ?! “

he says eyes wide and confused

“ yea I did why?” Miles stares in confusion

“ niga you dumb”.

Later on that afternoon

*Everyone talking, music blasting when milo walks up to talk to you*

“ hey ma you busy rn” he says a small smirk on his face knowing your just drinking water and standing on the wall

“ boy do it look like I’m busy ? “

“ I mean no but maybe I could give you something to deal with “ his brown eyes staring into yours

“ dont you have a girlfriend ? “ it went silent only the sound of music and family talking

“ yea but she don’t know that I know she fucking miles on the side so technically we’ll be even”

Milo pulls you to the bathroom while no one was looking pinning you against the door one arm over your head and the other holding your chin up towards him. kissing you deeply his tongue making their way past your lips playing with your tongue , his hands running up to your chest pulling your brown top down showing your breast as they bounce up from the movement.

“ come on ma you can’t tell me you didn’t want me from the second we made eye contact” he says holding your lower waist squeezing your ass.

“ we have to be quiet I don’t want mother to hear us , I can care less bough that hoe out there “

he pulls down your skirt showing your black panties and waist beads. You move your hands to his jacket taking it off followed up by his black shirt and gray sweatpants. You rap your arms around him pulling him closer as you feel his cock touching your stomach

“ you want this baby? You want this cock inside of you ? Making you scream my name and feel good. You want this don’t you ..”

hearing him say this made your pussy wet soaking your panties. In one quick move he turns you around chest and face against the wall. He smacks your ass that sting a little.

“ fuck your ass feel amazing against me,ma. Wonder if you feel Even better with my dick inside you.”

Pulling your panties to the side he shoves his dick inside of you causing you to put your hand on the wall. Grunting in pain.

“ fuck at least be gentle “

“ baby I’m not gentle in anyway” he says placing kisses on your neck his hands on your waist softly gripping.

“ just look pretty and relax for me I promise your going to feel amazing”

Shoving his cock inside you, you let out a loud moan. Milo’s hand moving to cover your mouth.

“Come on ma I would love to hear your cries and moans but the families near and I would hate for them to see you this way “ he says placing a soft kiss in your ear.

He slowly starting thrusting his hips at the beat to the song the family was playing, Pushing your body into the door. Milo pulls your hair hard enough for you to lean back off the door but soft the enough for you to not be hurt. His face burried into your back neck.

“Fuck mi amor…” he groans into your neck as he thrust faster the pace making your tits and ass bounce in response. He places his hand over your chest letting go of your hair his stomach to your back

hear me out, the quarry characters as actual wolves. I'm talking fluffy twilight wolves that dont maul you to death on sight.

I've been sitting on this for like a month and I finally cracked 😭this prompt is so cute Hacketeers react to: werewolf s/o!

✧˖° Abi:

Isn't even phased. She had a Twilight phase when she was little, and you bet your ass she was Team Jacob. She's so fascinated by this new canine side of you, especially the mottling of your coat. If she's feeling bold enough, she shyly asks you to shapeshift for her, so she can use you for a pose reference. She was never interested in drawing canines until you came along, and now half of her portfolio are wolves. Abi isn't keen on the idea of you turning her into a werewolf, but she likes to imagine what she would look like as one. If you notice the black wolf with red highlights in her notebook, you don't need to ask who that's based on. There is one thing that she really likes doing, where she puts her hands on the sides of your face and smooshes it. She says you look like a sleepy old bear whenever she does it.

✧˖° Dylan:

Screams. Dylan does not know what the fuck to think about this new revelation. How long have you?? been able to do that??? It will take him some time to adjust, but he eventually comes to love this side of you just as much as the human one. Starts making dog references every chance he gets; probably gonna call you wolfy or puppy now. One of his favorite things is to curl up and take a nap with you in your wolf form, says something about you being really comfy. When he's certain you're the person he wants to spend forever with, he takes you up on your offer to turn him because "Yolo, right?". Comes out the other end with a pretty gray coat, with four white feet that look like socks. He's VERY pressed that he ended up being smaller than you.

✧˖° Emma:

Another unbothered Queen. She's not sure what to think at first, but she accepts you all the same, so long as you don't get fur all over the house. Honestly, there is nothing more she loves than going on a long hike and watching you run around like the big ol' dog you are. There's one day where you accidentally get caught in the background of her Livestream, and she plays it off, saying that you're a wolfdog she recently rescued. Your internet name is now Gumdrop, and you have your own Instagram, TikTok, and miniature fandom. Emma gets so used to calling you Gumdrop online that she starts calling you by it even when you're walking around on two legs.

✧˖° Jacob:

"You can turn into a dog??" All Jacob knows is that he's excited; you're basically an oversized puppy in his eyes. You really expected him to struggle to keep your secret, but he never once slips up, surprisingly. Jacob wants to do all the cute stuff, racing to see who's faster (you're always faster, but sometimes you just let him win), fetch with an oversized frisbee, etc. He wants to be a werewolf so bad that it almost hurts you to hold off on it, but you want to be certain that this is a good idea before you go through with it. It comes as no surprise that he comes out bigger than you, with this brown and black coat that you've never seen before. It's probably for the best, though, because he's always rolling in mud and the singular white spot on the end of his tail is never visible.

✧˖° Kaitlyn:

Jokes on you; she's had her suspicions this whole time. Kaitlyn is one of the few people privy to the whole werewolf thing; she even knows that there are different types. Apparently, one night your tail popped out whilst you were asleep, and she saw it poking out from under the covers the next morning. She really doesn't treat you any differently; at most, she asks you to come along grocery shopping to help her pick out the ripest produce, and if she's suspicious about the age of something, she'll bring it to you to sniff. Kaitlyn takes care of most of the cooking, so you don't really mind. You've saved the both of you from several run-ins with bad food, particularly the questionably dated Peanut Butter Butter Pops that Jacob found last week. One of Kaitlyn's favorite dates is going to a dog park and listening to all the tea. Who knew dogs had so much drama?

✧˖° Laura:

Wow. Okay...you just did that. Laura's more confused as to how the hell you changed forms, more than she is about the whole wolf thing in general. The shock wears off relatively fast for her, she's just too curious to stay surprised. Are there different species? Are any of the myths true? There's a whole notebook dedicated to all she's learned about you, and she somehow figures out that you have a pressure point that makes you shift forms. When she gets into the veterinary program, she asks to practice a lot of the teachings on you, and how can you tell her no when she's already ordered a stethoscope off Amazon? Laura is always very gentle with you when she tries these bizarre medical things out, always pets the soft spot behind your ears when she's working. Once she dyed your tail rainbow, and you're still seeing remnants of the color to this day.

✧˖° Max:

Hwat :D Max really does not know if that bag of fruit snacks he ate earlier was actually fruit snacks or not. Sort of just...ambles up to you and puts his hand on your head to see if...yep, this is very, very real. Max honestly does not think anything different of you, you're still you at the end of the day, and even if he wasn't aware of it, it's always been a part of you. He has a lot of trust in you and never once considers that you could hurt him whilst in this form. You could hold his hand between your teeth, and he'd just let you. There was one night when you were lying on his chest and shifted in your sleep, and Max just let you stay there. Despite the fact that it was suddenly a lot harder to breathe with all that weight on top of him. He really enjoys taking you on camping dates, where you can 100% be yourself with nobody to impose. He even saves up for a big tent so you can sleep in your wolf form. You haven't let on that you know he only bought it because he loves burying his face in your soft fur and falling asleep like that.

✧˖° Nick:

Thinks that it's the coolest gift ever. He already thought you were special before, but this just solidifies it. After learning of your other half, Nick's tiny gifts begin to have a theme. A wolf trinket, a paw print sticker he found at the dollar store, this really pretty wolf sculpture, etc. He fully embraces the whole wolf thing with open arms, no complaints here. You have him on your phone as "Golden Retriever," and he has you as "Wolf." Your friends think it's some bizarre gag that's gotten out of hand, and nobody ever realizes that Nick is being somewhat serious when he says he can't go to that arcade next Sunday, it's a full moon, and you need the whole day to prep to howl at the moon all night. In reality, he's the only one who's howling at the moon, but you humor him and go with it. Every once in a while, Nick will grab a ball and throw it across the yard because he swears up and down that every canine on Earth has the urge to chase things. He's right, of course, but you're keeping that one a secret.

✧˖° Ryan:

"When you said you had something to show me, I really expected you to have Jacob locked in the back of your trunk again." Ryan isn't sure if he will ever wrap his head around the concept of werewolves being real. Every time he sees your canine frame, it's like the first time all over again. He does, however, take to listening to Werewolf themed podcasts and conspiracy videos with you. He thinks its so nifty to hear people debating the concepts of werewolves, whilst having you, an actual werewolf, right next to him. Once, he read that werewolves don't like silver, and he immediately cleared out all of his silver jewelry. Even if it doesn't affect you, he worries that somehow it may subconsciously make you uncomfortable, and he will NOT let that happen on his watch. Ryan is so attentive when it comes to you, and he wants to make sure that he doesn't make either side of you feel uneasy. Overtime, he picks up this habit of playing with your tail, for no reason other than its soft.

🧠 Pick a character, and I'll tell you my favorite headcanon for them. [Harley Keener] (im not sure if thats how its meant to work but tell me your favourite harley hc!)

well thats how its meant to work now bestie im sorry i dont make the rules

hmmmm harley keener hcs...... idk i dont have my version of harley fleshed out as well as i'd like so initially i decided to make up a new one but you know what you're gonna get my fave too jkldjkldskjl

my fave:

harley being enby. they wanna embrace the genderpunk and "my gender/pronouns are whatever's funniest" and try around with gender expressions that aren't just feminine or feminine-leaning androgyny but she gets too much dysphoria from being perceived as a guy. but maybe one day once it's more secure in its gender identity!!! fae's gender presentation will always lean fem cottagecore vibes tho.

also i just love the whole "i love men the way a man would but im more of a woman but actually im neither" thing she has going on

now a new one as a treat <3

harley is short-sighted. that has been mentioned in Coffee and Chamomile, tho i do wanna use it more in other fics, too.

harley used to wear glasses but it used to lose them or break them a lot—forgot them in locker rooms, when it slept over at its aunt's (josie ofc hehe), and there were probably a few bullying incidents where her glasses broke too. their sight never was so bad that they needed glasses to manage, it just helped them see stuff in the distance a little better. but by the time harley goes to mit, fae gets frequent headaches from squinting so much so fae gets glasses and tries out contact lenses. i can imagine that they fuck around with colored contact lenses too.

just imagien harley deciding to prank someone she just met and slowly shifting her eye color from blue-green to gray to hazel to gold brown to almost black to see how long it takes the others to notice

but peter notices, he always notices. he's the first one to cal her out on this actually, and its certainly not because he spends way more time staring gayly and longingly into harley's eyes than he'd care to admit, no siree

I want to get more into classic literature. Any recommendations? Your taste is awesome. (I'm mainly interested in romantic literature. Major bonus points if it's gay. But I'm up for any kind of classic literature.)

omg thanks for this question!! i love giving recs on this shit lol

ancient queer stuff

'collected works of sappho' is always good place to start, i would recommend anne carson's translation. it is not the most literal in translation but it is the best version in my opinion for understanding the gay emotions that sappho was trying to to convey.

on that note, i would also recommend reading enheduanna's 'poems for the goddess inanna'. think of her as sappho's elder, she was a sumerian poet and the first person we know to have ever created a collection of poems and signed her name to it. she was also very queer.

'the iliad' is also very very gay!! i dont have a favourite translation, my fave greek translator hasn't covered it yet but deffo check homer out.

classic (or modern classic) queer stuff

'orlando' by virginia woolf - a book about a man that wakes up as a woman one day and also immortal. the book is a bisexual in everyway love letter to vita sackville-west, the arguable love of virginia woolf's life. also would recommend reading 'mrs dalloway' or 'a room of one's own' by woolf and literally anything written by vita who was an established writer, too.

'giovanni's room' by james baldwin - this book was really important in my coming out process when i was a teenager. its about letting yourself be loved when you've been raised in shame. james baldwin's writing is a gift. check out his poetry if you're into poetry fs. i also really like baldwin's 'tell me how long the train's been gone'

'the well of loneliness' by radclyffe hall - not a personal fave of mine but definitely an important piece of lesbian literature.

'maurice' by e.m forster - forster hid this book from the world until his death. its about gay happiness and he knew if publishers got their hands on it they would make it about gay sadness. it was publish how forster wanted in the 1970's even though he wrote it in like 1917 or something lol

'the price of salt' by patricia highsmith - the novel that the movie carol is based off of

'the city and the pillar' by gore vidal

'better angel' by forman brown

the dark bisexual quartet that is : mary shelley's 'frankenstein', bram stoker's 'dracula', oscar wilde's 'the picture of dorian gray' and joseph le fanu's 'carmilla'

'rebecca' by daphne du maurier - i love 'rebecca' because it so bisexual and nasty but anything by daphne is a big rec from me!! she was openly bi and it's very evident in her work lol.

'the bell jar' by sylvia plath - the original manic pixie bisexual. i try to read 'the bell jar' once every couple of years.

'the charioteer' by mary renault - mary renault was one of the first people to write gay fiction in the uk in a positive light and her work was frequently banned!!

'Q.E.D' by gertrude stein

'yellow rose' by yoshiya nobuko - she wrote a lot of lesbian lit but 'yellow rose' is one of her only stories translated into english

'tales of a mask' by yukio mishima

'patience and sarah' by isabelle miller

'the color purple' by alice walker - gay but depressing as all fuck however literary wise, the writing is incredible. taught me a lot about voice and perspective.

'the great gatsby' by f. scott fitzgerald - easy to read, so damn short and the most subtext to ever subtext. fitz was a shit but whatever.

non specifically queer classic stuff

'tess of the d'urbervilles' or 'jude the obscure' by thomas hardy - hardy owned my arse when i was a teenager lol, i would consider these two of my fave books ever.

'wuthering heights' by emily bronte - divisive as always. its a book people either love or hate. its also a confusing read and i would recommend looking up a character map if you do attempt it. however, i'm one of the people that thinks 'wuthering heights' lives up the hype and the first time i read it it broke me.

'pride and prejudice' by jane austen - like wuthering heights but fun!

'the mill on the floss' by george eliot - 'silar marner' is good, too but i like mill better. i wrote my entrance essay for uni on it and my ma used to read it to me when i was little.

'metamorphosis' by franz kafka - anything by kafka is good tbh

'the second sex' by simone de beauvoir - important read that helped me understand a lot about early 20th century feminism, the good and the bad. the book i consider the foundation for a lot of what has come since.

'the lord of the rings' by jrr tolkien - idk if you're looking for fantasy (if you are let me know i'll make another list lol) but if you haven't read lotr, i promise it is better than you can ever imagine. tolkien also lives up to the hype.

lovecraft. start with the cthulhu mythos and branch out from there. 'the call of cthulhu' or 'the dunwich horror' or 'the nameless city' are good entry points imo.

okay that seems like a lot, i have more if you need lol. hope this helps in some way!

Angel of Paradis

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x Reader

Warnings: Spoilers from Season 4. Mentions of gun violence, blood, death

A/N: Now I know EP8 is only the beginning of the end but goddamn it hurts!! I love potato girl and losing her just tore me to bits. So here, take this. Its my way of coping I guess..

Levi is pissed off. From the start, he disliked the plan but it wasn't like Eren gave you all much of a choice. So the moment the kid got on the airship, he was welcomed with one of the captain's infamous kicks. The cockpit wall quakes with the impact and Hange sighs, shooting you a look. "I think you need to get out there and make sure Levi doesn't kill Eren, Y/n." She says exasperatedly and you nod, rising from your seat next to Onyankopon.

"I'll be right back." You say and she flashes you a knowing grin, shaking her head slightly. Even the commander knows you're the only one who could reign in the Levi Ackerman.

You see Levi on the corner glaring at Eren as he was being tied up. You sigh heavily, seeing Eren steaming as he heals. Jaw probably unhinged from the captain's kick. You sat beside him on the bench and pulled out a handkerchief, wiping his face clean from dirt and blood.

"Y/n-san." He greets you monotonously and you gave him a kind smile. "Hey, kid." You greet back, tucking loose strands of his now long hair behind his ear.

Your heart aches at the sight. He used to have so much fire, had the same will to fight for humanity that you only ever saw in your mentor, Erwin. Now all you see is ember of pure hatred and cold blooded need for revenge. "I'm glad you're okay." You murmur. Eren's blank stare softens for a second and a small smile hints the corner of his mouth. "Glad to see you too, Lieutenant." He says quietly and out of the corner of your eyes, you see Levi roll his eyes and make a disgruntled sound as he turns around.

You walk up to him and placed a hand on his shoulder. Levi meets your gaze with his dull gray ones for a second and sighs, his expression softening too. At this you smile a little and say, "We still have a long battle to fight ahead of us, Captain. Things might not have gone smoothly, but we won today." You remind him and as if proving your point, right on the other side of the ship you hear the soldiers celebrate as they reunite.

"You're right." He agrees. Levi then takes a deep breath and grabs the hand you placed on his shoulder so he can bring it to his face. He turns his head and placed a chaste kiss on your palm. Your heart flutters at the gesture. It isn't grand but was still something you couldn't quite get used to. You two never declared your love for one another, never really had the luxury of time or chance to do so, but small acts like this was enough to let you know that your presence provided him the calm he sorely needs. And that was all you want. Be his peace in this war.

"I'm going to check if the rest of the squad made it back up." You tell him, grazing your thumb on his lower lip and he reluctantly lets you go. "Be back as soon as you can. Meeting will start as soon as this fucking monkey heals enough." He says, cold glare flashing at the other Jaeger who is a pile of steam still laying on the ground. "Okay, I'll just check on Lima's squad. They're the last ones to be picked up supposedly." Levi nods again and watches you leave before turning to talk to Yelena.

You smile past Floch and the other soldiers who are weeping, hugging and making their tributes for those whom had fallen in battle. You then saw three of the soldiers you've grown close with through the years. They were huddled in the corner, sharing a hug.

You hear Jean say in protest, "Dont hug people with that lump ass iron gear on.", while shrugging off Connie's arm. You chuckle at this and tackled him back to the embrace. "Shut the hell up, Jean. I would take Connie's armored hugs any day!" To which the trio whines out, " Lieutenant Y/l/n!!" when you squished them tight.

Although the new gear designed by Hange was in deed not made for hugging, you four relaxed in the uncomfortable embrace. Grounded by the fact that you all made it safe despite the battle you had just gone through. Connie and Sasha smile up at you while Jean tries to still look annoyed, although the softness in his eyes says otherwise.

The soldiers left below start coming in and the cheering just grows even louder. You didn't have the heart to stop them because you yourself are quite happy that today was a success despite some casualties. Now, you have the War Hammer titan as well and were able to destroy the fleet. Now, the Eldians' chance stands higher against this damn war.

"Did you hear that just now?"

Sasha asks out of the blue and you turn to her in wonder. Honestly you couldn't hear anything but the soldiers celebrating. But out of the lot of you, you know Sasha's sense of hearing is far superior than all of you combined. So you take a step back from the crowd and actually looked around.

"Hey, quiet down!!"Jean yells over the chanting but Floch shouts, "Make some noise! Victory!!!" And was echoed by the rest as they embraced and pumped their fists in the air.

"Hey!" Jean tries again only to be pulled by Connie to the side to ask, "Isn't Lobov-san still out there?"

"No, I think he came aboard." Jean says thoughtfully and this was when something didn't sit quite right with you. Commander Lobov is a man that is hard to miss. And with his dedication to this mission to make up for his years being a useless garrison, he would be amongst the soldiers cheering the loudest for the said victory.

Your instincts has never failed you before and its the very reason why you are so good at your job and able to survive this long. But sometimes, you wish that your instincts aren't always right because you always perceive danger. And right now, every fiber of your being is telling you something is fucking wrong.

That if you were to look out the airship right now, you'll probably see the commander lifeless.

Or worse, an enemy may have made its way up to the ship.

Your blood runs cold for a split second before you acted purely out of instinct. You shove Sasha to the side, dreading as you head for the airship's side door and at the exact moment.. someone aboards.

Your gaze met the kid's muddy brown ones. It was determined, filled with fury and you saw that there isn't any trace of hesitation as her finger pulls the trigger. You knew you didn't stand a chance judging by look on her face and her sure aim on your torso. The word of warning you want to let out was caught in your throat as she fires.

You remember seeing those crazed brown eyes and then the ceiling of the airship the next. The sensation of what can only be compared to fire piercing your skin spreads through your chest and insides like molten metal. You hear the indistinct noise of the soldiers' voices grow louder yet muffled at the same time around you.

From happy cheers to manic, hysterical screaming.

You couldn't catch your breath at first and you aren't sure from which. Was it from falling flat on your back? Or was it the searing pain that made tears leak from your eyes?

And then above the chaos, you hear your three closest comrades call your name in unison.

"Lieutenant Y/n, hey!!!" Connie's frantic voice shrill through the limited space of the ship. "Hang in there, hey!" You feel him rattle you, placing his rough calloused hand against your cheek. Jean's panic stricken face comes to your field of vision and you whimper,  "A kid." You gasp. "In the airship."

"Bandages! Now! We need to stop the bleeding!" Jean commands shakily and the rest of the soldiers that aren't capturing the two intruders scramble to get the med kit and the captain.

"Y/n-san, please hold on until we make it to the island!!" Connie pleads but hopelessness crawls his veins as he sees your blood flood the wooden floors.

"Keep him safe." You whisper out to nobody. The captain in mind. Your eye lids grow heavy but you didn't want to close them. No. You can't die. You promised him.

"Don't you dare die on me, Y/l/n." His voice echoes in your mind, compelling you to keep breathing despite how excruciating it feels.

Sasha who was frozen at first, snapped out of her shock as she hears Connie's voice call your name out of sheer panic when your eyes fall close. She then runs to meet the soldier carrying the bandages and was at your side in an instant. With trembling hands, Sasha tries with all her might to wrap you up and stop the bleeding.

"No, no, no, no!!" She starts sobbing while watching the bandage turn red, your gushing blood seeping through no matter how tight she puts the wrap around you. "Y/n-san, no, you can't leave us like this." Sasha hiccups, wiping her tears hastily before grabbing your now cold clammy hand and pressing it to her face. "Please!" She cries, eyes falling close.

If you hadn't pushed her, if you didn't step in her place, it would have been her that got shot. Guilt rakes through her as she watches you desperately fight for your life.

You can feel yourself drifting and you felt helpless. You then meet Sasha's, Jean's and then Connie's gaze, muttering with your remaining strength, "Protect him." And it was no request but an order.

Jean stumbles away, his hands going over his ears, unable to stand your labored breaths and Connie and Sasha's whimpering. Jean felt like hurling when Floch turned the kids to him. The other responsible for you being on the brink of death.

But to those two kids, they are the enemies who wreck havoc to their hometown. Floch wanted to kill them and throw them out but what good would that do? Would taking their lives save yours? And knowing you, who practically treat soldiers like them like your kids even though you were just a few years older than them, you would be disappointed in him at the mere thought of hurting these kids.

Jean can almost hear your angelic voice, "They're just children." You would say. So with a vexed expression and heavy turmoil growing within him, he ties them up and led them to where the captain and commander are.

Jean swallows hard when the captain's cold gaze met his and asks, "Who are these kids?"

By the looks of it, he still does not know.

"They killed Lobov-san and used his gear to come aboard." A lump forms in his throat, suddenly can no longer meet the captain's gaze. "A-and this one here, she.. shot Lieutenant Y/l/n."

Levi's eyes widen. Did he just hear Jean correctly? You? Shot? You were with him just minutes ago. No, how is that possible?-

"Captain, I-I don't think she'll make it." He continues, voice faltering. The grievance in Jean's face make Levi's blood run cold. He stumbles forward a bit as Armin and Mikasa run past him but he seemed frozen in his tracks.

No.

You got hurt but you'll pull through this. You always have. You promised him. And you are one of the toughest people he knows.

Levi tries to convince himself as he glared back at Zeke. He tries to distract himself from the cold fear of losing you with the blinding rage he feels for the Beast Titan wielder. But then, the door swings open again and Levi felt something terribly wrong right away.

And when Connie appears with tears sliding down his face and says,

"Y/n-san.. is dead."

Levi's entire world shifts.

Everyone was shellshocked for a moment. Because how could you be gone just like that? When you were just with them just minutes ago providing comfort to all of them? Passing by and giving them a wave of peace and calmness like the angel that you are.

Hange wobbles, her knees growing weak and its as if someone had punched her in the chest. The pain reminiscent as the day she watched Moblit vanish before her eyes. You were her right hand woman. Her confidant.

Eren's head hung in disbelief. His mind clouded by your kind smile just earlier and telling him you're actually glad to see him. Him. The monster who had just devastated a whole town and killed probably thousands of people. He thought that by now, he'd have gotten used to losing the people around him but losing you is gutting him. Its was like losing family. A sister.

"Connie.. did Y/n-san have any last words?" He asks mindlessly, wanting to know what your last thoughts were. Connie blinks through his tears and his eyes drifts to the captain, whose face was undreadable and knuckles threatening to split open at how tightly his balled fists are clenched.

"She said.. 'Protect him.'" Connie mutters and Levi's facade breaks.

The mob of weeping soldiers parted as the captain staggers to the back of the ship where you lay. Armin and Mikasa were still curled up beside you, their faces red and puffy from wailing. Both of them reluctantly stood up and stepped away as he walks closer. His gaze was still trained on the ground as he puts one foot in front of the other.

He shudders and stop midstep as his foot steps on the crimson stained wood. Before he knows it, he falls on his knees with a thud. Your pale hand comes into his field of vision and he takes a deep shakey breath as he reaches for it. His eyes darts everywhere but your face. The bandage on your middle, the boots on your feet that he had his fair share of shinning as his token of appreciation for you making his morning teas, the emblem of the Wings of Freedom embedded on your breast plate.

Your hand felt cold and stiff against his. A stark contast of the warmth it exuded on his cheek just moments ago.

"Y/n?" He croaks.

Suddenly his breathing shallows as the deafening silence stretches on. He can still smell you but can no longer feel you although you're right fucking there. Levi wanted this to some fucked up nightmare. But then, as he steels his nerves and finally looked at your face, his heart shatters.

Your hair is uncharacteristically dishevelled, e/c eyes lifeless, pupils middilated and your mouth parted ever so slightly.

Levi pulls you in his arms frantically, plethora of would have been and should have been anchoring his heart into a sea of regret.

He should have never let you out the damn door.

He should have held you tighter.

He should have you talked to you longer.

He should have told you.. he loves you.

He never even got to tell you.

Levi's face crumples, face reddening before a resentful yell erupts from him. The soldiers wince at the sound. It was pure agony and it pierces through each and everyone of them, bringing the lot of them back to tears if they ever stopped in the first place.

The entire flight back to Paradis, Levi held you the way he wished he did while you were still with him.

OC Info

I was tagged by @shallow-gravy thank you so much for the tag!!!!

Tagging: @enchantedbythebidders, @boyish-fantasy, @catoinette,

Uhhhhhh, I can't remember everyones tumblrs but a few, SO UHHH SILVERV WHORENER FOLKS, IF YOU SEE THIS, CONSIDER YOURSELF TAGGED

I'll be doing this for my Cyberpunk 2077 OC and my FC5 OC

GENERAL

Name: Aidan Violetta Becker

Alias(es): V (majority of people), Princess (Johnny), Little Merc (Johnny)

Gender: Female

Age: 20

Birthdate: November 12th, 2056

Place of Birth: Seven Devils, North Carolina

Hometown: NA, she was born a nomad, constantly traveling with no real hometown

Spoken Languages: English and ASL

Sexual Preference: Bisexual

Occupation: Mercenary

APPEARANCE

Eye Color: Gray

Hair Color: Naturally brown, dyed blonde

Height: 5’

Scars: Various scars from her life as a nomad and merc work; notably a brand on her wrist, customary from her nomad family. And a scar on her stomach from a forced sterilization procedure.

FAVOURITE

Color: Bright Cyan/Electric Blue, Black, and Burgundy

Hair Color: Despite bleaching her own hair, she's mostly attracted to people with dark hair.

Eye Color: She tends to find brown and green eyes particularly pretty

Song: Pre-Johnny, she didn't really have one, post him... Never Fade Away or Black Dog, he corrupted her taste.

Food: Toasted Marshmallows

Drink: Peach or Sakura Nicola, Mint Spunky Monkey, as far as alcohol goes, she likes cherry cola and bourbon.

HAVE THEY

Passed University: This girl has never seen the inside of a school, so no...

Had Sex: Yes and often

Had Sex in Public: Yes and probably too often

Gotten Pregnant: No, that was taken care of for her against her will.

Kissed a Boy: Many times.

Kissed a Girl: Many more times.

Gotten Tattoos: At the state of her story no, but Johnny takes care of that on his bender. After fix it/net/mikoshi shit, she gets a snake around her ankle that matches the one Johnny has on his hand.

Gotten Piercings: Yes, she has multiple ear piercings (has to be careful they don't catch her hearing aids though), her tongue, her nipples, and her belly button. She also had a lip piercing she let heal over.

Been in Love: When she was younger, she thought she was, but she knows now that's not what that is. Once Johnny slides into the picture... well...

Stayed up for more than 24 hours: Yeahhhhhh

ARE THEY

A Virgin: Nope

A Cuddler: While sleeping yes, but when she's not sleepy she's more shy about that sort of thing.

A Kisser: Yep

Scared Easily: Nah

Jealous Easily: I wouldn't say easily, but it does happen, and usually its a very sad sort of "I'm not good enough, they dont want me" jealousy.

Trustworthy: For a merc, she's more trust worthy than most... but she's definitely not above lying to get what she needs or wants, nor a few light hearted fibs for jokes.

Dominant: Somewhat, definitely more of a service dominant in terms of sex though, if that's what her partner wants she delivers it.

Submissive: Definitely leans more submissive during sex, especially with Johnny.

In Love: Ask her that and see if you keep your teeth

Single: Yes.... but she is fucking a clingy brainworm...

RANDOM QUESTIONS (tw for self harm/suicide mention)

Have They Harmed Themselves: Both intentionally and not, yes.

Have They Thought About Suicide: Yes, numerous times.

Have They Attempted Suicide: Yes

Have They Wanted to Kill Someone: So many times

Have/had a Job: Outside of merc work, not really any like... nine to five kind of jobs

Have Any Fear(s): being controlled/used, being weak/worthless, people seeing her for who she really is.

FAMILY

Siblings: Eira Becker

Parents: Emyr Becker and Aoife Becker (deceased)

Children: None

Significant Other: Johnny Silverhand (eventually)

Pets: Nibbles, her sphinx cat.

GENERAL

Name: Dahlia Josephine Hale

Alias(es): Stray, Rook, Rookie, Probie, The Lamb, Dahl, Hale, Pup, Little Miss Wrath, etc.

Gender: Female

Age: 19-20

Birthdate: November 12th, 2056

Place of Birth: Alden, Louisiana

Hometown: Alden, Louisiana claims Reinette, Louisiana

Spoken Languages: English, little bit of creole French as well

Sexual Preference: Bisexual

Occupation: Junior Deputy

APPEARANCE

Eye Color: Dark Brown

Hair Color: Dark Brown, nearly black, with some premature graying

Height: 5’

Scars: Various scars from her childhood abuse, including most noticeably a burn on her palm, several lash scars across her back. Across the game events she is given multiple words carved across her skin, including the infamous WRATH across her chest.

FAVOURITE

Color: Bright Red and Black

Hair Color: Dark hair, she guesses...

Eye Color: Green eyes are nice

Song: She loves so much music, its impossible to pick.

Food: Peanut Butter Sandwiches

Drink: Monster Energy drinks, slushies

HAVE THEY

Passed University: No, HS and the police academy, that's all.

Had Sex: No (This changes)

Had Sex in Public: No (this changes)

Gotten Pregnant: No, that would make her child the second coming of Jesus.

Kissed a Boy: No at the start of the fic (John is actually her firs kiss when she does, it is not consensual, damn you John)

Kissed a Girl: No at the start of the fic

Gotten Tattoos: Yes, she has two black bands on one of her biceps and a Sylvia Plath quote on her lower back/hip area (not quite a tramp stamp) the quote is: "And like the cat I have nine times to die."

Gotten Piercings: Multiple ear piercings

Been in Love: No

Stayed up for more than 24 hours: Yep

ARE THEY

A Virgin: Yes

A Cuddler: Yes... not that she'll admit it

A Kisser: Eventually

Scared Easily: Nah

Jealous Easily: Definitely not, its very rare and when it happens even she's surprised.

Trustworthy: Yes... unless you're a peggie.

Dominant: In personality at times, she can take control and be a leader, during sex when she gets to that point.... definitely not.

Submissive: Once she starts having sex, she definitely leans heavily towards submissive, cause inexperience.

In Love: No...

Single: Yes, no matter what the Seeds say.

RANDOM QUESTIONS (tw for self harm/suicide mention)

Have They Harmed Themselves: Yes... at a specific point intentionally so...

Have They Thought About Suicide: Across the game events, yes.

Have They Attempted Suicide: In the game events, at least once.

Have They Wanted to Kill Someone: Once, but she's scared of having to do it...

Have/had a Job: Yes

Have Any Fear(s): being a bad person, that there's something wrong with her, that people will see that she's truly a bad person and leave her or hurt her for it.

FAMILY

Siblings: Genevieve Monroe (half sister)

Parents: Victor Hale (biological father, deceased), Bambi Monroe (mother) and David Monroe (Step-father)

Children: Currently no, but eventually

Significant Other: The Seed Siblings, eventually, yes, she will end up with a whole ass family.

Pets: Boomer, precious boy

Heather

pairing: wolfstar (remus x sirius), remadora (remus x tonks)

genre: fluff & angst

warnings: mentions of child ab*se

words: 1736

note: based on the song Heather by Conan Gray

a/n: originally, this was just a remadora fic but i don’t actually ship remadora (this song just reminded me of it and i was like well why not write something) and writing it made me so sad that i wrote a fluffy wolfstar ending for all the people who think wolfstar was endgame. so yeah, if you think wolfstar is endgame, I’m making a little fluffy epilogue bonus post tomorrow so dont be too sad

I still remember, third of December, me in your sweater, you said it looked better on me than it did you, only if you knew how much I liked you. 

Sirius was standing on the altar, the crowd chattering in front of him, the sunlight spilling in through the windows, the excitement in the air. And right beside was Remus, beaming. He glances back at Sirius, his eyes bright with joy. Sirius smiled warmly back but his smile had never felt more forced. Thankfully, though, Remus didn’t notice. Remus never seemed to notice how much Sirius liked him, although Sirius knew that there were times when he was terrible at hiding it.

Sirius still remembered the night he realised he was in love with Remus.

Earlier that day, a letter from his mum had come in the post. It was a needless reminder of how worthless and disgraceful he was as if he hadn’t heard it enough before he ran away.

It came as no surprise to Sirius that he had a nightmare about his family later that night. He woke up drenched in cold sweat, shaking, tears streaming down his face. Remus had taken him by the hand and led him to the common room, Sirius shivering the whole way. Even when they sat by the fire he couldn’t stop shaking. So Remus had given Sirius his sweater. And its effect on Sirius was immediate. It smelt like Remus. Like hot chocolate on a frosty winter night, like fresh air, the kind that you only get after it rains when beams of sunshine break through clouds.

“Thanks,” Sirius said, wiping his cheeks with the back of his hand.

“Of course,” Remus said. “Do you wanna talk about it?” Sirius shrugged. He didn’t really know what he wanted. No, that’s a lie. He wanted Remus. He still wants Remus.

Remus puts his arm around Sirius and Sirius doesn't hesitate to lean into Remus, letting the tears fall.

“Mum sent me a letter today,” he said, finally. “She said that I shouldn’t bother coming back and that they’ve already burned me off the family tapestry. As if I care about that. I chose to leave. They didn’t disown me, I ran away. There’s a difference. I never wanted to be on their stupid tapestry in the first place.” Remus nodded.

“Was that what the dream was about?” Remus asked. “Being burnt off the tapestry?” Sirius frowned.

“Not exactly. It was like she actually burnt me. Not the tapestry. I don’t know why it bothers me so much. It’s not like I want to go back. I really don’t. I hated it there. And I love being at the Potters’. It’s stupid that I feel like this.”

“It’s not stupid,” Remus said. “It’s not stupid at all, Sirius. It’s natural. They treated you horribly. Nobody should treat their kids like that. Hell, nobody should treat another human being like that. You have every right to hate them and not care about them but also be hurt by what they did to you.”

“It just doesn’t make sense though.”

“So what? Nothing makes sense. Literally all of my feelings contradict each other. It doesn’t make your feelings any less real or any less valid.” They sat in silence for a little while after that. Sirius let Remus’ words hang in the air, willing himself to believe they were true.

Remus yawned, his chest rising and falling.

“You don’t have to be here, you know,” Sirius said, pulling away from Remus and looking at his hands. “You can go back to bed. I’m sorry I woke you up. I’ll cast a silencing charm around my bed next time so I don’t bother you guys.”

“Sirius, you have nothing to be sorry about,” Remus said. “You do this for me all the time, every full moon. And don’t cast a silencing charm. You shouldn’t have to deal with this alone. This is what I’m here for. You’re my best friend, Sirius.” Sirius said nothing. He just kept staring at his hands.

“Sirius,” Remus said softly. “Look at me.” Sirius did. And when their eyes met, Sirius allowed himself to consider what he had always seen as an impossibility. That maybe Remus could love him. “I will always be here for you, okay? Whatever you need, whenever you need it. I don’t care if it’s in the dead of night or the middle of the day. I’ll be here. Okay?”

“Okay,” Sirius nodded, offering Remus a small smile. Remus smiled back and hugged him tightly. Suddenly, Sirius realised that this was all he’d ever wanted. Remus. Remus was all that he wanted and all that he needed. He’s in love with Remus Lupin. And at that moment Sirius really, genuinely believed that he had a chance. But if Remus had ever felt anything for Sirius, it was surely gone now.

But I watch your eyes as she walks by, what a sight for sore eyes, brighter than a blue sky. she’s got you mesmerised, while I die.

Now Sirius’ eyes skate over Remus in a stunning, black tux, wishing, wishing. Wishing for what? Remus is getting married today. And not to Sirius. And of course, Sirius is Remus’ best man because they’d been best friends forever. But that was all. Best friends. Nothing more. And Sirius wants so much more.

The music starts to play and the crowd rises to its feet as Tonks walks down the aisle. She’s beautiful, radiant, her white dress glimmering in the daylight, her pink hair standing out, bubbly and bright as ever but nothing is brighter than her smile.

Sirius glances over at Remus. He looks so happy. Happier than Sirius had seen him in years. His smile grew twice as wide when Tonks walked into the room. A smile that reaches his eyes. The kind of smile that he used to give Sirius when they were still at Hogwarts before everything went to hell. But this smile isn’t for Sirius. It’s for Tonks. And Sirius feels himself die inside as he hands Remus the ring to place on Tonks' finger.

Why would you ever kiss me? I’m not even half as pretty, you gave her your sweater, it’s just polyester, but you like her better. Wish I were Heather. Watch as she stands with her holding your hand, put an arm ‘round her shoulder, now I’m getting colder.

It’s been several weeks since the wedding. Remus and Tonks are back from their honeymoon and Remus’ gorgeous tan is not making anything easier for Sirius. Sirius swirls around the wine in his glass and tries not to look at Remus too much.

Remus and Tonks had invited a few friends over tonight, including Sirius. He hadn’t wanted to come but Remus had asked and Sirius just couldn’t refuse.

“Come on, Pads, please,” Remus had said. “It’ll be boring without you.”

“Who else is going?” Sirius asked.

“Some of Dora’s auror friends that I don’t know. Please come. You know I’m hopelessly awkward around people I don’t know. I need my emotional support dog. Please?” Remus said. Sirius rolled his eyes and turned into a dog. Remus laughed and crouched down, scratching behind Sirius’ ears as Sirius barked happily at him. “So will you come?” Sirius transformed back so he was sitting on the floor in front of Remus. He looked Remus in the eyes, those fiery-bright amber eyes flecked with brown that he knew so well, and Sirius knew that he couldn’t refuse.

“Fine,” he said.

They’re all around the table in Remus and Tonks’ house now, laughing, drinking. All except Sirius, who was sneaking envious glances over at Remus and Tonks, unable to pay attention to the conversation because, well… Remus.

Remus has an arm slung around Tonks. She’s wearing Remus’ sweater. Sirius watches them and wonders how he ever thought that he could hope for anything to happen with Remus. Tonks is far prettier than he is. At least, Remus certainly thinks so. And it was her that Remus gave his sweater to now. It's just a sweater, he reminds himself, trying to look away from the soft lines of Remus’ face, the curves of his lips, just a piece of clothing. But even without the sweater, it doesn’t change the fact that Remus is in love with Tonks. He likes her more than he likes Sirius.

Sirius sees the way that Remus looks at Tonks. He sees how happy Remus looks. And Sirius wants Remus to be happy. He really, really does. Remus deserves it. He deserves the whole fucking world. But despite this, Sirius still finds himself wishing that he was sitting there, the weight of Remus’ arm on his shoulders rather than Tonks’. It would be his lips that Remus turned to kiss, his waist that Remus tugged closer, his fingers that Remus held in his hand. He wishes. Sirius shivers slightly when Remus calls his name, snapping him back into reality. He turns and smiles at Remus, talking to Remus as though he hadn’t just been imagining the feeling of his lips on Sirius’ skin.

But how could I hate her? She’s such an angel, but then again, kinda wish she were dead.

Sirius might have found it easier to cope with his feelings for Remus if there had been someone to blame, preferably Tonks. But how could he hate Tonks? Even Sirius had to admit that she was incredible. She was pretty, smart, loyal, fierce and a badass. And she was kind too. She invited Sirius over to her and Remus’ house loads of times because she knew (Remus must have told her) that Sirius hated being alone. She was fun, she made good jokes. She seemed like a good friend. A good wife. But there was a part of Sirius, a part that he hated but couldn’t get rid of, that fantasized about her not existing. About Tonks being completely out of the picture. He couldn't help but wonder if things would have turned out differently for him and Remus if Tonks hadn’t been here? Sirius was glad he didn’t know the answer to that question. It might drive him insane not knowing what could’ve been between him and Remus had he only had the courage to ask sooner, but it would be worse, far worse if he knew that something could’ve happened if Tonks wasn’t an option.

hey what are your hcs for a hbhf warrior cats au

oh oh oh i loved warrirs when i was smaller in size...!

ALLEGANCES:

crabstar is the leader of seaclan and a large red furred tom with ltos of scars. hes old and his whiskers are all twisted and he has long brown claws that dont retract. he has like 2 lives left but he will stay with his clan until the end

crayclaw is the troubled deputy of seaclan with a brown pelt white underbelly and long fluffy tail. she has gray eyes and a penchant for deception. she has done wrong in her past but tries her best every day ro make up for it and for that crabstar believes she can be the next leader

koisplash is the young but skilkled medicine cat of the clan who also takes up the role of a warrior when needed as they are very skilled in all trades. her healing abilites are unmatched, even seemiong to have brought cats back from the dead before. overall hes very powerful and integral to the clan even if they have done and still do some fucked u[p shit

warriors:

oartail: white she-cat with black and gray spots, and a red tail, she looks kind of like rosetail but cooler. she is the mzte of crayclaw and loyal to her clan even if she messes up sometimes. shes not the best fighter but she can patrol

horseshell: ochre she-cat with hair cover ing her eyes. she is big and strong but a softie inside

bitterfang: a small but muscular gray she cat with burning amber eyes and extra claws on each paw/ she is cunning and aggression but very very loyal to her clan and a headstrong warrior. she wants to be koispalshes mate but theyre a medicine cat so she cant

spikepelt: spikepelt was from another clan, deepclan, but he ended up joining seaclan after lreaizing the effects his childhood had on him in shaping him to be a bad person. the redemtion arc is good mostly but it should have had more time

salmonleap: last remaining ancestor of the founder of seaclan. blue gray lithe tom with white underbelly markings and freckling he isnt good at much but he can hunt okay. romnantic interest of spikepelt but its difficult they have a lot to work through together

brookbird: slender shimmery coated she cat thats a slightly pinkish white. she has dark eyes and violent tendenceis

eelspot: brown spotted tom with a sharp jawline and very lithe and long tailed. hes very knowledgeable and you have a feeling hes been around linger than he admits

apprencices:

tunnypaw: gray striped tabbly tom with gray eyes. he is very small. mentor is eelspot

mudpaw: muddy brown cat with light blue eyes and large ears. hes very fast but has lots of enemies in the clan, mainly damselpaw

damselpaw: blue furred tom with bright yellow eyes and sharp teeth

lizardpaw: white tom with orange spots and eyes. has lots of sharp teeth and hisses a lot

hornpaw: large white apprentice who is wider on the y axis than the x. white eyes

skatepaw: short gray tom with lots of black spots on his back. brown eyes and sharp pointed tail

kits:

guppykit: small brown shecat

plecokit: brown furred kit with black giraffelike spots

queens:

payarastorm: vicious heavyset she cat with large muscles, i love her. two large fasngs. currently acting as the mother to guppykit and plecokit as they were found abandoned and need milk

elders:

rockrump: going to be exiled in two days

i might write a fanfisction about this because im really inspired..!

-mod puffz i dont have emojis right now

Malibu, Next To You

Title: Malibu, Next To You 

Summary: Is it supposed to this hot all summer long? Or is it just him? A very fluffy date with some minor molehills between Veronica and Grayson on a Malibu beach. Just because the sun is down, the night is still young, and so are they. But which way does it go...

Warnings: Fluff, implied smut (I don’t write smut, sorry guys), talks of anxiety 

A/N: When this idea came to mind, i say that because i have a roughly planned full series timeline in my head it started with just the first part as a blurb but then I was like hey let's make a series, it was originally to be a reader insert (Y/N, Y/L/N, ect.) but i always have problems doing that as they feel too weird to write so I came up with Veronica and added it to the plot/timeline whatever you'd call it. so you can do that or appreciate it for the beauty it is with Veronica and Grayson. 

Tags: @dzoint ​ @graysavant @blindedbythelightt ​ @tadadolan @heartofalionxo ​ @beatement-l ​  @grayswhore ​@saggitariusagirl @tattoogray @onlyangels-world @dxlxnbby

Part one 

Series Masterlist

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“You know..” Ronnie drifted as she walked kicking the sand beneath her feet forward in a rhythmic pattern,” I’ve never enjoyed going to the beach..” Veronica glanced up from the sand and over to Grayson who gazed down to the ground before making eye contact.

The smell of saltwater brushed their noses, seagulls cawed in the distance as the water crashed closer and closer and then pulled itself back out. The pair, Ronnie and Gray watched the sunset as they walked barefoot as the tide came in and set back out, like both of their hearts, coming to a calm stop and then flooding back in a rampage of fluttering butterflies, beating in there chest.

He explained the currents and she just gawked in a secretive manner, so he didn’t notice, the dumbfounded look his body gave her. 

    “Really? You don’t say, I mean I figured that much, for someone who has a fear of seagulls and drowning…” he pondered the thought as his feet stopped the wallow in the incoming tide that was just far enough from Ronnie who was in the dry portion of sand.

She giggled shaking her head continuing down the shore all while facing Grayson,”..are you saying you’re not enjoying yourself?” he shouted over the crashing waves that he ran from to catch up to her. 

“You remembered…,” Ronnie’s heart fluttered. Grayson knew about her anxiety.  Ronnie explained to Grayson that night in Starbucks, her fears, in return for him doing the same.  There was a semi prolix list. Seagulls, birds, circus clowns, large crowds, heights, and significantly Drowning.

She shook herself from the bliss and continued, “but, no. No no, no.. of course not. You brought me here!” she exclaimed twirling with open arms, the wind catching her grey wool shawl that covered her white strapless sundress with bright red roses.

Her damp dark brown hair caught in the breeze flew gently, her eyelids covered her vibrant green eyes. Grayson’s eyes followed Veronica in awe as she twirled in the sand and breeze all the way as she ran back to him and nearly ran into him. 

   The two laughed and turned around to walk back to the there picnic blanket, both inaudible deciding it was time to eat,” Your something else, you know that?” he offered up to the conversation. His hand brushed against gently against Ronnie’s. 

   Ronnie just smiled letting silence sit between then,”..Something good I hope…” the entirety of the walk back to the picnic blanket and the food was silence, blissful and incentive for Grayson, but nervous and nerve wracking for Veronica. She hastily wondered if she had said the wrong thing, or turned him off or away and that’s why he hadn’t said anything, but she tried telling herself it was just the anxiety and the nerves this Italian boy from New Jersey stirred up. 

  Veronica Chandler likely always would be anxiety-ridden. After all, Fears my life, Ronnie had the words tattooed on and wrapping around her wrist. The black ink still had water droplets from when she had been swimming and wading in the water with Grayson. Veronica left the fishing on her stepfather’s, Darren,  boat to him and her older brother Noah, even all the while, an excelling science student, she never got how they were floating.  

    However, if tonight, if Grayson asked her, Ronnie probably would step foot on a boat.  She never willing went to the beach, even though living in Miami with private beach access growing up at her home, and certainly did not stand by the ocean. But on this evening, Grayson brought her there, and she was happy that he did.

So here they were. 

  The sunset warmed Veronica the pinks and blues entangling themselves, like the hopes of how Veronica undeniably wanted to be entangled with Grayson later that night. Something in Grayson hoped it too.

On a picnic blankets, following a stroll along with the tide on the now rather deserted from the public eye, on a beach in Malibu. Munching on what Ronnie’s mom would call “Rabbit Food”. 

  “This is one of the best wraps I’ve ever tasted,” Ronnie added as she quietly finished chewing her toes in the sand below and surrounding the blanket. 

"Its from.." Grayson paused to chew," this stand in downtown LA, Marty's I think, they're delicious." They made eye contact, Ronnie smiled with her eyes, covering her mouth as she was chewing.

"We should go together sometime,"Ronnie offered nervously.

 "Defiently...,"Grayson brushed his hands above the wrap on a clear piece of plastic wrap beefy ass salad chickpea wrap sat on, in between final swallows of his bites of food he started, "so... care to explain why you ignored me for a week, 'ronica?"

   That's when the evening went south.

What Grayson didn't know, that the week Veronica avoided him..one week desperate Gray was left with no sign she was alive, no text, calls, and no DM’S except the confirmation seen from the first night. 

 That week the week she ignored him, the week he was referring too, Veronica,  was in Miami visiting her mother. Veronica had deep-rooted feelings for Grayson.. but, again, like a record used, the last had left a few scratches, and overtime... they scarred.

But it was nothing, Gianna, Mama Chandler couldn't fix...

   Ronnie sighed heavily,"Why does everyone I love settle for someone so low of them?" She pondered the thought in silence as she finished her rant of the night she met Grayson.

 “..well, he sounds like a keeper..and handsome....,” her mother drifted. Ronnie wasn’t paying attention fondling with the small strands that belonged to the blue and white polka-dotted beach towel her mother and herself were tanning on. Within seconds her attention was grabbed by an incoming frisbee, that landed...perfectly in one of the white polka dots. Ronnies eyes widened when she caught its sight, she gazed curiously and then picked it up examine it, before tossing it to the wind aimlessly,”-Veronica! You could have hit someone!” Gianna gently smacked the four-arm of her daughter’s right hand with the back of her hand. 

    “Mom!? What the fuck? Did you not see that it landed in the circle, that’s not a coincidence...that’s a fucking conspiracy. Like how a cartoon predicted 9/11 and then moon landing was faked...," Ronnie slumped back so her back rested against the beach chair set up behind her. 

"It was an accidental coincidence..dear," her mother licked the tip of her finger pulling the pages apart. Her sun hat covers her sunglasses covered eyes, and held her brown hair in place around her shoulders, she was paler than Ronnie, she and noah got there skin from her absentee father, he was the Brazilian in her jeans.

"Yeah well, accidents don't just happen, accidentally, mother," Veronica huffed and crossed her arms leaning back farther and closing her eyes, enjoying momental peace before the woman started up again.

"When you head back to Los Angeles, you better text that boy, I'll be damned if you pass up a chance with someone like that. He's a good one that Grayson, I can tell. You cant let your life wither away to nothing and give up on love because of one bad drinker and a beater bad apple.. theres good people out there.. you just gotta look in front of you."

The memory on the beach faded, she hadn't realized she had been gazing into Grayson's hazel eyes the entire time the flashback played out in her head like a scene from a movie,"do you, uh. Really want to know? Is it fundamentally necessary.." she drifted off leaving a tenacious gap of silence. Just the wind and the waves to be heard.

Grayson scoffed a chuckle,"..well, no, but, I'd like to know."

Ronnie thought for a few moments, if she didnt tell him, he'd be suspicious, if she told him he might doubt the feelings she had if they were legitament,"I was in Miami. With my mom, i needed advice. A break. I was worried you were..a player. And now I know, I know that your not. Your kind, cute, hot, sexyyy, and-"Veronica's ramble was cut off by Graysons hands wrapping and cupping her head into his hands and pressing his lips to hers.

Internal fire works went off, if it were a movie they would be exploding over the water between there heads just visable to camera shot. Both hearts beat against there respective rib cages, not knowingly they both had been wating for this moment the entirety of the night.

Ronnie's hand came to touch Grays chest shortly before she came up to breath in the salty air,"that.." she panted,"was hot. But, I dont know.. if this'll work. I'm lonely and broken.. and can barely take care of myself, just, Grayson-"

"I like that your broken, and lonely" he grasped her face one hand still behind her head his thumb caressing her cheek,"not like in a kinky sort of way," they both laughed for a few seconds, Ronnie looked down. He placed his pointer fingern underneath her chin, tilting it up,"I could be lonely with you.."

"My place or yours?" She smirked. Hoping that night of entanglement would happen after all.

"Mine, definetly mine." He breathed there chins pressed together.

Ronnie had never run faster than she didn that night, all the way back to the porsche.

Thomas Shelby x Reader

A/N: hi!! So this is sad and angsty, sorry. Also it’s kinda shity, this is my first time writing for Thomas and I wrote this a month ago, so don’t mind the errors!! It has cheating and basically the reader leaves him, so if you don’t wish to read it, dont!! I will have a cuter thing for tommy later but this is what you get now. Bolded are thoughts, idk trying something new here. 

Words: 3k                Gif: hyproductions            type: Angst (cheating)

"Love, wait" you felt his hand wrap around your upper arm, tugging you to face him. Your tears filled your eyes as you stared blankly at him, his bare chest gleaming in the light. You felt empty, and all you wanted to do was pool at the floor like a child, "why?" Your voice was a small whimper and he felt his heart break. You looked past him to his messed up desk, the papers distorted from when he had a girl laying on them, "why would you do this me?" His eyes left yours and he tried searching the room for answers, his mouth opening but no sound was coming out. You noticed then your arms were crossed, definitely displaying you had a wall between the two of you. Your heart was not open to Thomas Shelby like it had been. You felt yourself laugh at his blatant resistance to talk, "I'll have Polly send for my things."

*a week later*

You went to every job opening that popped up, but no one would hire you. As if that didn't help, you moved back in with your parents and teenage sister Charlotte, because you weren't going to be living with tommy. Stop calling him Tommy! It's Thomas. Polly had gone to your shared home when you both knew he would be a the races and helped you grab everything you could carry. Your clothes, perfume, and makeup was mostly everything you wanted. As you folded your undergarments, a red pair of silk pants made you smile. "I have a surprise." His voice was like silk as he covered your eyes with his left hand. You had been at the table getting dinner ready when he had come in from work. You sighed but couldn't hide the grin on your face, "Tommy, I'm busy." "Pshh," his free hand went down the curve of your waist, "to busy for me love?" You reached for his hand to pull it away from your eyes, "well, what is it?" You felt his warm hand leave you side and a frown spread across you face. But he dropped his left hand and placed it on your stomach, pushing you into him as your eyes focused on red fabric dangling in front of you. "Tommy?" He moved your hair to show your shoulders and placed soft kisses upon them, "I thought you could wear this tonight." You almost melted at his lips touching you, but he held a bra and panty set, that were crimson red like blood. "Why did you get these?" "Because love, I saw them and knew they were meant for you." "Shit," you mutter as the tears filled your eyes yet again. Not a day could go by before you felt your eyes fill with tears once more. You leaned against your bed as you remembered there was a top to the satin panties. Tommy had the top. God, of course you had to leave something behind. "Fuck," you whipped your cheeks and went to the bathroom, looking at your exhausted reflection. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. He wasn't going to beat you. In the spite of it all, you decided to do your make up and get all dolled up, though you didn't know your destination, you knew you needed to do something. Making sure your hair laid perfect, you jumped when a voice behind you became present, "what're you doing?" You looked in the reflection of the mirror to see your sister standing before you. Her straight hair framed her face, and she looked as though she had just taken it down. She wore a simple brown skirt with a satin white shirt. She was beautiful, and so young. "Um," you stepped back from the mirror, "I don't really know." She frowned, "is this about the Mr. Shelby." You smiled, even though your felt pain. Mr Shelby. How cute, she'd always called him that, partly because your father did and she wanted to be like him. "Uh, I-I don't really know." "Well, are you going out?" Your eyes widened, you didn't know what you were doing. "Want to?" She smiled, "really?" You nodded, half unsure, "oh god! Yay! Let me get my coat!" You did the same and grabbed your own coat, buttoning it as you looked at your watch. It was 7:30 on a Friday, the night was young. "I'm so excited," Charlotte almost screamed in your ear, "can we go to the Shelby's?" "No!" Your voice was quick, but you hadn't told anyone why you broke it off with Thomas, all you sister knows is that you moved back home for space. Her brows moved together, "I, it's just, not tonight." She frowned, "but I wanted to dance." "We will! But not with the Shelby's." She pouted next to you, "why do you want to go there so badly anyway?" She looked at you and smiled a little, "because Micheal," her voice was soft. "Micheal Gray?!" "Shh!" She pushed into you, trying to not make your conversation be known to everyone walking on the streets, "he's cute." "Charlotte, he's a Shelby." "So? You dated one." "Yeah, and now I'm not." She leaned her head on your shoulder, "why Y/N?" Her eyes looked sad, like your relationship ending meant something so deeply to her. You rolled your eyes, "I need a drink." You found your way to a small club you knew would be Shelby-free. You had gotten a shot of the strongest liquor and a French 75, but you made Charlotte get juice. Taking the shot quick, you looked around the full club. Finding a young man, you pointed to him, "he's cute." Charlotte turned to see who you were pointing at and shook her head, "no," taking a sip from her straw, "he's not my type." You rolled your eyes and scanned the room, "y/n," you turned back to her as she took your hand in hers, "please tell me what's wrong." She was such a romantic, but she was a teenager. She had no idea about true love, and how it feels when it's broken. You sighed, letting a crisp laugh leave your lips, "Tommy, sorry Thomas," you corrected yourself, not looking up from your drink, "he um, he was with another women," your eyes matched hers and you could see the pity, "and I may have caught them, and may have told him to never see me again." "Come here," she hugged you tight before returning to her seat, "do you still love him?" You stared at her blouse, "I think so, which makes it hurt more." She frowned, brushing a hair away from your face, "it'll be okay." And you nodded, even though you knew it wouldn't, "let's go dance!" You smiled, "okay, just let me finish this," you drank your alcohol fast and followed her to a groups of men. "Boys," she charmed them. For 17, she knew how to work a mans brain, "anyone wish to dance?" Two boys stood up, "my names Mitch and this is Louie, we'd love to dance with you fine ladies." "Well, I'm Charlotte and this is Y/N, so let's go," Mitch took her hand as Louie took yours. They led you to the floor and you seemed too far from Charlotte to hear what she was laughing about, but once the music played, you looked to your partner. You smiled, a little uncomfortable but willing to go with it, because you were single. "You look beautiful," his voice was rough in your ear, but the compliment made you smile. "Thank you." "I saw you walk in and couldn't take my eyes off you." Could he be your rebound? You laughed, "I'm sure that is not true." "No truly," he swayed you to the slow song as you looked in his green eyes. He seemed nothing like Thomas and everything you needed. His eyes were green, while his hair was a yellow blonde, and he seemed shorter than Thomas, but bulkier. You could feel his muscles under his shirt as he began moving faster as the music began to quicken, "you're in for a ride." You only let a laugh out, "well, I'm ready for it." As you began dancing, you laughed while Louie made funny faces. His dance moves were nothing like Thomas's, but that didn't matter. You were having fun. You even took three more shots with the group he was with, you made Charlotte watch, not participate. It wasn't until another slow song played that you felt eyes watching you. You shook it off and let your dance partner place his hand on your lower back, bringing you closer to him, "would you like to come back to my place tonight?" You smiled, looking into his beautiful eyes, "oh love I would like nothing more, but" you looked back at Charlotte who sat with a dark haired guy at the bar. "Ah, your sister." You nodded, "I gotta make sure she gets home and stuff." "I could go to your place then?" You let a crooked smile escape your expressions. Now all your thoughts were in how you lived with your parents, and it wasn't ideal to shag someone in their house. Granite, Thomas always spent the night when you first started seeing each other, you didn't want your family to believe you moved on so quickly. "I-" "No, you could just say you don't want me to." "No! I do, but, I kinda live at home right now," he smiled, looked down to the ground then back to your eyes, "I get it, but can I at least know we'll see each other again?" The music slowly died down but you still kept you close to him, "I promise. I better go though, Charlotte looks bored out of her mind." He released you, "good night then Y/F/N. I will dream of you." You threw your head back in a laugh, "I hope so Louie." As you walked with Charlotte, you could hear the steps behind you, making you clutch your purse even more. It was 4:30 AM, and though you shouldn't have had Charlotte our that late, you wanted her to have fun with you. She kept talking about the boy she met, but you were focused on the steps. You knew you had a small revolver in your purse, so you yanked her into an ally to meet the person lurking so close to you, "hey! Y/N have you gone mad?" "Shh!" You grip the gun and wait till the moment the steps are just around the corner. Once the hit your vision, you point the cold metal and cocked the gun, "who the hell are you, and why are you following us?" "Mrs L/N please," his hands went up, "I-I was only told to." "Told to?" Charlotte leans forward into the light of the street, "by who." You knew who, and you knew you would kill him. "Go," you mutter, his eyes looking to you in fear, "but I swear to God, you come near me again I will shoot your prick off, got it?" He nodded, "now fuck off," he ran like hell and Charlotte latched onto your arm. "Who the hell was that?" You tugged her and walked as fast as you could, "I'm gonna kill that mother fucking, dumb cunt as idiot, bastard. . . bitch." "What?" You saw fire as you marched your way to his office, Charlotte hot behind you as the sun began to come up. You knew he would be there, and you weren't taking chances by stopping at your home. "Thomas Shelby!" You marched through the hall of offices, fire on your feet when you made it to his door. "Ma'am you can't go in-" You didn't listen to the secretary at his door, you didn't care at this point. Invading your privacy, not having respect for you? He would pay. "Thomas fucking Shelby," your eyes crossed his and he looked cool. You could feel your chest heaving in anger. He dropped the pen and looked to the men you blatantly ignored, "gentlemen can you give me a moment." They left in such hurry you couldn't see their faces. But once the door was shut he leaned back in his chair, turning his body to you, "Ms. Y/N, what can I do for you love?" "Don't call me that," you marched to the front of his desk, "what the hell is wrong with you? Spying on me!" He scrunched his nose then looked away, shaking his head, "You told me not to see you, so I was respecting what you told me." He crossed his hands over his abdomen and smirked. That fucking dumb-witted bastard, "so you had someone spy one me? Like that is better!" "Love-" "Don't call me that!" He smiled, dropping his head, "sorry, Y/N, I need to make sure you will be safe. And next time you leave, take all your stuff with ya. " Your cheeks burned when you remembered the red bra, but that wasn't the point. That wasn't why you were here. Moving back to look at his wall, "'safe'" you mocked him, "Thomas I think I can take care of myself." Your words sour as you squinted at him. He pulled out a cigarette and lit it, taking a long drag, then letting the smoke flow through the room, "really? Hm, how's your job search going?" "Job-search?" How the fuck did he know? Then it hit you, you felt so stupid, "are you fucking kidding me?" You went to hundreds of interviews in the two weeks since you last saw him, "you fucking told them!" Your eyes stung with tears, "you told the whole fucking town 'don't mess with her, she's Shelby property.' Didn't you," he stared at you, his cigarette between his lips, "didn't you!" Your tears burned your cheeks, "you're drunk love, sit down and I'll get you some food." You wanted to scream, pull your hair out, something, "no! Fuck you Thomas Shelby, fuck you and your dumb fucking company!" You turned around but he pulled your arm back, "let go!" When he refused, you turned and slapped his cheek hard. So hard it burned your hand. He didn't flinch, he just took it. His hand didn't falter from your arm as his eyes stared into your soaked ones. You could see his jaw tense then release, "I'm not letting you run like you did last time, we are going to talk this out, now." "Fine," he released your arm, "you wanna talk?" He nodded his head before moving to lean against the wall behind him, his hands in his pockets. "You hurt me Tommy. Truly hurt me." And looked to the floor, "and-and watching me? Thomas we are done-" "But-" "Thomas, I cannot take you back. You have made a fool of me, people will laugh." He pushed himself off the wall, placing his unfinished cigarette in its tray and coming towards you to place his hands on your shoulders, "I'm not willing to let you go." You could only shake your head, "you have to Tommy. I love you so much it hurts me, do you see it hurting me?" "I will stop it," his eyes began to plead, "please I cannot live with out you. I haven't gone home since I saw you took you things. I haven't even slept in our bed." You sighed, lifting you hands to his cheek as he welcomed your warm touch, you voice a soft whisper in his empty office, "you have to my love." You could see a tear trickle down his cheek, "I cannot lose you, I will do anything, please." "I'm sorry Tommy.”

Thanks for reading!! <3 xoxo

uHm if you do these and if you want to do it I’d love a bnha matchup <3?

• my name is Aubri, I’m bi but prefer MHA boys tbh. I go by she/her, too.

• I’m a very Gryffindor person. (Sorry if you don’t know Harry Potter - 😖)

• I’m a June cancer, and I have ADHD and anxiety. My anxiety can be literally crippling somedays, but it’s gotten better overtime.

• I’m a bit of a class clown and usually just a clown 🤡 but that’s irrelevant. My teachers all hate me but like school-wise I do well so we have a love and mostly hate relationship 🤧

• I’m usually the ‘entertaining’ friend, in elementary the popular kids would invite me to play games with them because, “you’re funny” and it was like the biggest achievement ever 😭👍🏻 then they’d ignore me but that’s another therapy session

• I’m usually made fun of by people for being ‘weird’ and ‘insane’. Like all through elementary everyone thought I’d be a criminal when I grew up JUST BECAUSE I HAD UNDIAGNOSED ADHD - I hate it here 😐🦶🏻

• I’ve always been super into crime stories/true crime (where my anxiety comes from, I’m always worried about a pesky serial killer just killing me. It’s usually being kidnapped tho lmao) so I knew and still know like all these murder facts and sometimes I’d just randomly be like;

“Hey did you know it takes 12 hours and 2 days to dissolve a body in acid?”

or

“If you bury a dead deer over a dead body you buried deep in the ground, when police dogs sniff it and people dig they’ll just think it was the deer and won’t dig any farther.”

• So maybe people had a reason to be scared of me and think I’ll be a criminal someday, i dunno.

• I love love love reading and writing, and also debating. The things I’ve wanted to be when I grow up are basically: Dog shelter worker, actress, FBI agent, politician, and a writer. But usually I just want to do something that makes a positive impact on people. Like i wanted to be an FBI agent to solve crimes for people. I wanted to be a politican so I could actually help a lot of people. The entertainment industry also seemed like a way to make people happy. Idk, but then I decided I couldn’t be a politican at 10 because they were all corrupt and to be one I would have to be too. 😫🤌🏻 we love some good childhood angst

• the only subjects I’ve ever excelled at are ELA and Social Studies aka History, and Math I can’t do to save my life. ELA comes easy for me and I usually don’t have to work that hard and/or get too stressed over it. But I always get the meanest teachers for some reason. For example, one time I did my final essay for like 30% of my grade in 30 minutes the day it was due and I got an A+ 🦟🦗🦟🦗

• Uhhh id describe myself as a pretty loyal friend, I’m a ride or die type of girl. A story from my childhood that summarizes it pretty well is when I was in 2nd grade my friend wet her pants and she didn’t want to go to the nurse for it alone so I peed my pants so I could go with her and she wouldn’t have to be alone. Like, you know, a professional problem solver

• and I have genuinely attacked people for fucking with my friends but don’t snitch pls 🕳🏃‍♀️💨

• But also just anyone, people at my school tend to come to me with their problems for me to either help solve them by reasoning, or just to confront the other person like the bad bleep I am 😈😈

• I also have a huge daydreaming problem, it’s literally maladaptive daydreaming. So paired with my ADHD I don’t get shit done like ever.

• I have really high empathy levels I guess, like I always say hi to everyone I see on the street, especially if they look sad 😔 I’ve done it ever since I was a little kiddo.

• My fashion sense is very much a preppy/alt style. I wear those ripped tights and fishnets, I also have the MOST BIZARRE JEWELRY- like who allowed me to buy the gummy worm glittery earrings, hmmm???????? and those Mary Janes???????

• But I love crew necks and pleated skirts so I always obide by the National “hoes dont get cold” policy 🇺🇸😫🦅

• I wanna move somewhere someday, I don’t want to stay in America for very long

• I can speak Latin, French, and my native language which is English.

• My music taste varies, but my all-time favorite artists who all of their music they’ve ever put out has been my favorites are, Billie Eilish, Melanie Martinez, and Conan Gray.

• I no-joke have a sign in my front yard that says;

In ✍️ this ✍️ house we ✍️ don’t ✍️ worship Jesus ✍️ but instead ✍️ Melanie ✍️ Martinez

• My favorite shows are MHA (duh), The Promised Neverland, and Malcolm in The Middle.

• and I’m not going to tell you what I prefer in a partner, because that ruins the fun 😤

• but I will say I cannot be friends with someone who doesn’t really make me laugh. Like I’m used to doing most of the talking in convos but if you’re just boring I’m sorry it’s nothing personal but no thanks 😐✌🏻

• About my physical appearance, I have fluffy n curly brown hair, but when it’s in the sunlight it looks sort of brown but golden yk?? It’s shoulder length :) I have bleach blonde streaks in the front. I like wearing eyeliner most days, too. I’m pretty average size/ on the skinnier side. Kinda high key inscure abt my body bc I got flat shamed in elementary EVEN THOUGH I HAVE TIDDIES NOW- whatever 😤🙄. I also have crystal type blue eyes, and I do have fairly big eyes. But, like, not weirdly big. A good big. My cheekbones are ALWAYS PRESENT so sometimes I get called a Tim Burton character but it’s cool ig ☠️☠️ oh and I’m kinda short. I’m 5’3, even though my doctor said I’d be 5’7. I feel like I was either tricked by the doctor or someone just stole my destined height while I was asleep. It’s probably cause I didn’t keep an eye out for Selener 👁 😔😔

• I’m a definite night owl, like all of my energy comes at night which really sucks cuz I can’t do much since everyone else is asleep.

• My love language is touch starved so I’ve never figured it out ✌🏻😗🔫

• but I am an attention whore so idk 😏

• I’m a huge introvert with social anxiety. It isn’t as bad as it used to be cuz I used to not be able to like go to restaurants but now I’m much better.

• I’m a huge history person, mostly like sad history LMFAO. Uh but a lot of my hyperfixations have been on history. Some examples are The Roman Empire, Julius Caesar himself, Anne Frank, The Titanic, the Black Plauge, Helen Keller, Marie Curie, Slavery in the US, Joan of Arc, and just a lot more. I always love talking about these things if someone would let me ramble to them but no one ever does 😖 it also got to a point where for all these subjects I’d go to the library and try to find a book on them but usually I’d either have already read it or I’d read it and know all the information.

• I’m super into Greek Mythology, I have 7 books filled with the stories, I’m going to Greece maybe this summer to see it’s history, and named my hamster Aphrodite but we call her Aphie. I also will talk about this forever and ever if you let me.

• My favorite color is yellow, my favorite food is literally nothing I never have an appetite, my favorite planet is Saturn, favorite song is Tag Your It by Melanie Martinez atm but it changes like everyday.

• Music is a huge safe-space for me if I’m feeling down or having a panic attack. It calms me down n is overall my coping mechanism 💃🏻💃🏻

• Biggest fear is spiders, even looking at one gives me a panic attack and I cannot sleep at all for that night, adding to my insomniac ass 🧎🏻‍♂️🏌️‍♀️

• I’m mature for my age, I don’t exactly like hanging around kids my age and I get along better with older crowds.

• i don’t like conventional dates, (I PROMISE IM NOT TRYING TO SOUND ‘QUIRKY’ AHAHA) I kind of like having a best-friend type partner more so dates that aren’t as romantic as like the movies or a fancy restaurant suite me better. My dream date is playing Monopoly on my bedroom floor 🦧

• Also I hate getting gifts. End of story. If someone gets me a gift like awe that’s nice but never again, I’d prefer to get you one. Especially in a romantic partner 😐 i keep a journal of my friends’ interests and hobbies so I can get them the perfect gifts for their bdays and Christmas’s. Been doing this ever since 4th grade.

• Though I don’t have much actual experience with relationships🧍🏻‍♀️

• I’m a huge believer in ‘family isn’t blood, it’s who you make it’ because I have a pretty shitty family life and my childhood has been trash. My friends are my family to me.

• Also if my friends don’t like my romantic partner ✨ GOODBYE ✨. Sorry girlie, bros before hoes 🦨💨

I was going to put more but I’m so so sorry for how LONG AND COMPLICATED THIS IS- idk if this is a autobiography or a matchup at this point 🤦‍♀️ don’t feel pressured to do this and if matchups aren’t open IM SO SO SORRY LMAO uh yeah ilysm 🦎🎂🧃

OMG ASLDFKJHASLKDJH

🥺 i’m so sorry bby but matchups are closed ;-; my 100 follower event was over while ago (i guess i should’ve specified that in the asks i answered LKSAJHFLKJAHDS SORRY IT’S MY BAD) but you sound so cool?? i had a lot of the same hyperfixations interests (heLLO helen keller was badass AF and the roman empire was messed up but still v cool, anne frank was awesome too) i also may or may not have wanted to be a politician when i was younger alskdjfhalkdhj but now i’m just 🧍🏻‍♀️ lost and anyways you’re amazing >.< love u lots and don’t forget to drink water and eat a lil something hehe :p 

Damn Jay, back at it again with the library idiots

Been a minute guys. Still a library CSR, still trucking, but now with the added benefit of several gray hairs from this place(I'm in my early 20's fuck off with that shit)

I absolutely love catching people in their lies. It's honestly my favorite thing.

Incident #1.

A guy called up after I had charged his account for returning a book badly damaged. Hes adamant that it was already like that when he checked it out and he had even told whoever he had checked it out from and they had told him it was ok. I was absolutely giddy when I was able to tell him that he was literally the only one who had ever checked it out because the book was brand fucking new. It went almost directly from our acquisitions to him because he had requested to purchase and so there was no one else who touched it. He hung up, and I had to take a couple minutes to just laugh maniacally. Fuckin moron, i love it.

Incident #2

A lady comes in returning a couple books and one is stained to hell and peeling and just gross. Like brown staining all the way through the book and brown staining that I pray is coffee. It's disgusting. I tell the lady that it's gonna to be charged to her account and she tells me "it rained and I left my window open". Now, if you've never gotten a book wet (good on you, bb) water damage and coffee/soda damage is very different, in terms of appearance anyways. Water just makes it warped and kinda crunchy depending on the paper the book is made out of. Anything with dye or color will stain the pages and make them stick to each other. If you're really unlucky, it might even grow mold depending on what it was and that's a whole other ball game. ANYways, I just happened to be very very very lucky that day, and had gotten a book with some gnarly water damage literally 20 minutes earlier. So guess what. I pulled it out, plopped it down, and told her that water damage looked like that. The book she handed me? Nah. She tried to argue, but ultimately, she really didnt have anything to say aside from "well, it was a lot of water", as if that excuse works. It didnt.

And a couple other stories I've saved up for you lovelies

There was a lady who exclaimed very loudly "the devil is out to ruin my day" after she was asked to wait in line because she had just cut 4 people.

"You guys need to be better about cleaning the outside of your building, it just smells like pee" yea, or people could stop pissing on the building like a bunch of fuckin animals, that would be great

"What floor is the 5th floor on?"

"Hey are you open today?" Noooo, I just came in on my day off to answer the phone for these exact questions. Yes we're open, its mothers day, not a federal holiday. Idiot.

If I watch your kid dump out his bag of chips on the floor and crush them, while you're on the phone watching him, I'm going to come over and hand you the broom and dustpan. Stay mad bitch or get out. Our custodial is busy dealing with shit on the stairs, ain't got time for your hell spawn.

Dont come up to me and try waxing poetic about how my "light skin" is so beautiful and sexy. Get the fuck out

The book doesn't come out for another 3 months, I literally cant do jack shit about that

The phrase "I dont think it was that much worth of damage" when charging for a book. Like what the fuck does that even mean? I'm gonna charge for only the part of the book you fucked up? What am I gonna do, rip out that part of it and just let it keep circulating? Imma charge you for the whole damn thing, you godforsaken moron! I gotta get rid of the whole thing!

I've taken it upon myself to treat our problem patron adults like literal children. At opening, I make sure to yell out for them not to run. I make the shushing noise and put my finger in front of my mouth.

Yell at me all you want, but that's out of my hands and way out of my way grade. Come back during the week to take it up with admin and someone who gives a damn cuz honey, I dont.

As always, it's a library. The cardinal rules are (1)be quiet (2)no food or drink (3)no running (4)keep an eye on kids (5)be gentle with the items we LEND you (6)dont shit on the floor. Easy peasy, be respectful and we'll all get along fine. Fuck up and you're gonna see the customer service version of me that takes no shit but knows how to not get written up for it. Try me assholes, been in this game long enough.

persona 5 royal: my thoughts after finishing it five minutes ago

disclaimer: the only reason im writing this is because 1) i have a lot of thoughts and feelings that i need to write down and if i dont ill explode and 2) i want to be able to find this when p5s eventually drops so i can compare my thought processes. if you do not agree with what i’m going to say, that’s cool! just block me or ignore this post. 

now for the sake of sanity, i’m going to try and narrow down this entire list into chunks because this’ll probably be very very long and very much about me just screaming about stuff that i liked, loved, and don’t like. i will be spoiling both the original persona 5 and persona 5 royal, obviously, so i hope you finished both!

1) Akechi

so yes. Goro Akechi. Everyone’s favorite murderer. I’m going to by spewing a lot of hot takes, and this is probably going to be the spiciest: i am in the most intense love-hate relationship with this brown haired antagonist because jesus christ is he a complicated son of a bitch. I know i’ve complained in the past about how much Atlus often struggles with utilizing a character well, but that does not at all relate to Akechi in any way, shape, or form. 

I’ll say this now: He is a character I genuinely, truly hate, yet he is the one I want to hear from the most. He is someone who is a bad person (yes, he is a bad person) but whenever he comes on screen he makes me sit up, he makes me pay attention to him because that’s just the aura he exudes. He is a character who i would never, ever waste my time defending or justifying his actions, but every minute joker spends with him is a minute i want to stretch out as long as possible because he is just that good of a character. He is interesting, he is well defined, he is smart, he is clever, he is sassy, he’s a motherfucking asshole who’s never had a vibe check in my life and i still hate him. Goro Akechi is what Star Wars wanted Kylo Ren to be, and that allegory may not make sense to many people but it works for me so i’m saying it. It’s to the point where writing akechi in a fanfic makes me sweat because in my opinon capturing the essence of akechi is near impossible unless you know what you are talking about (i do not mean that in anyway to discourage people from writing him, im just saying that I am a coward because i will never be able to write a good akechi). Anyway, bottom line is: i despise him but my eyes are always glued to him at all times.

back to the main point-- Atlus absolutely nailed this character and every single addition they put in for Akechi. I’m so damn thrilled that you actually have confidant hangouts with him because every single time you talk to him, it services not only the plot, but it perfectly does what it is supposed to do: it makes you like him, but also leaves the player slightly unnerved. they do it so casually that I might have trouble explaining it, but bear with me: everytime you hangout with him, he always does or say something that unhinges you just a little bit, it leaves you asking ‘wait why?’ or ‘but how did you know that’ or ‘why are you saying that?’. akechi is constantly playing mind games with you. and not only that, adding backstory to akechi (moreso than in the original) is just fucking fantastic. he’s always been a fully fleshed out character but after playing royal, goro akechi actually exists in my mind, and i still hate him (but also i dont. but also i do. anyway)

2) the ending

just finished the game and this is the point where i am at odds with p5r for the first time. the ending to p5, in my opinion, was flawless; everything was perfect and had meaning. from the shot of akira being shown to not wearing glasses anymore because he no longer feels the need to wear a mask (character development: he was very unhappy at the beginning of the game and now he’s happy with his friends--i love it), to his friends being the one to drive him home (amazing, he left his home town and came to shibuya alone via transit, and one year later he’s now leaving with all of his best friends in a van they rented just so they could stay with him as long as they can--it’s perfect, i love it), and also all of them seeing how large and infinite the ocean is (because now there’s unlimited options for them because they all have a new perspective on life). 

But....none of that is there in p5r. it feels impersonal. no one drops him off at his hometown, he was still wearing glasses, and there’s no grand metaphor about what they all achieved. 

Now, i am not a (complete) moron. I know why they had to change it: it’s because of persona 5 scramble (i think). they wanted to set up a plot for the next game and i feel like thats the reason why persona 5 royal’s ending suffered for it: they were too focused on the next plot that they forgot to focus on the sentimental ending for p5r. don’t get me wrong, seeing akechi in the train station absolutely made me lose my shit and made me scream at one in the morning, but i think they lost the core meaning in doing the other stuff. i did not like the focus on maruki and kasumi (will be talking about them later), cause i feel like it took away from the ending, and i also didn’t like the fact that the whole joker outfit in the reflection thing (but i will be letting it slide since it was during the after credits anyway). So while i do love one (1) new aspect of the final cut scene, i still adore and stan the one from persona 5. 

3) the entire last semester 

i’ll be quick: the final palace? the best palace. fight me. it’s fantastic, it’s innovative, it’s interesting, and most of all, the palace ruler is actually the best one in the entire game and i know i wont be the only one to say this. maruki is not a villain: i know for a godamn fact that im not the only one to say that i almost agreed with his deal of allowing the reality (damn i almost agreed twice) because why wouldnt you?? it’s literally a perfect reality! the only reason i didnt agree is because i knew the game wouldnt want me to agree and would force me to have the bad ending! anyway, i love the last section so much. the palace design is interesting, the antagonist is brilliant (who doesn’t love a morally gray antagonist?), and finally, the payoff of kasumi happened and it made me silent for ten minutes. the entire reveal of her being sumire and kasumi being dead is just so genuinely shocking to me that it nearly broke my neck.

what actually broke my neck was the initial incident for the third semester. seeing everyone in this wild alternate reality made me so unsettled that i literally got a stomach ache. i saw morgana as a human and nearly passed out. shiho in the underground? wig. ryuji saying he’s on the national pedastal for running? literally my eyebrows just popped off my head. fucking WAKABA? FLATLINED. brilliantly executed and i love the initial akechi and akira buddy cop movie vibes in the beginning it was just so fun. 

one huge part of the third semester for me though, was of course, akechi. seeing him completely throw away his ‘charming ace detective’ speil was the most refreshing and interesting and not to mention, hilarious part of the game. he does not give a fuck about anyone and he is not afraid to let you know. he is the biggest savage and the most insane person on the phantom thieves group. he’ll roast you, he’ll roast your boyfriend, he’ll roast fuckin anyone and it’s fantastic. not to mention his dialogue is killer: he says the most bat shit insults ever and my favorite example is when you go up to him near the end of the game, you know, to hangout with him and be a nice guy, he just does not hesitate to say ‘what, you came just to see me? just the sort of brainless sentimentality i’d expect from you.’ i LOVE IT because why the hell would he try to be nice? the jig is up, he’s got nothing to hide. and he owns it. atlus seriously nailed akechi in this last semester and it’s brilliant and i love it.

4) everything else 

- one small thing that pissed me off in both games (but especially this one) is how many godamn fake out deaths there are. Morgana has one, Akira has one, Ryuji has one, Sojiro has one, Maruki has one, motherfucking Akechi has two. it just hurts me!

- sumire is an amazing character who has depth and she is lovely and my biggest complaint is that it feels like atlus shoved her in. like, she feels like a new addition to the game, you know what  i mean? maybe its because ive played the original p5 first, but you know, it’s not a big deal. but i love her so much

- on the topic of sumire, i cant say that im completely super duper happy with how different she felt from the other thieves? im sure that’ll be explained in p5s but she just got so much screen time that it just truly made me confused?? maybe im just a horrible person, or that’s just a really hot take. but anyway, yeah maybe im bitter because i really wanted to see extra hangouts/school trips during royal, but didn’t really.

-baton pass? literally orgasmic. it made turn base battles so damn fun and the addition of darts and billiards made me foam at the mouth it was SO SMART AND INNOVATIVE AND I LOVE IT ATLUS I LOVE YOU ATLUS YOURE SO SMART SWEETIE

-small thing, but making spells like ‘dormina’ actually useful just made the game so much more fun and dungeon crawling became something i truly, genuinely looked forward to

-being able to give gifts to my bros? absolutely incredible. thank you. side note: seeing akechi happy from giving him a multi vitamin cracked me up. side side note: giving ryuji a fuck ton of weights and him just smiling made my heart so happy i love that boy so much

- ah this game just looked so GOOD! i thought the original looked good but they really went all out. im not kidding, the smallest details in everyday life or even just normal cut scenes were out of this world. especially stuff from the third semester its just OOF good JOB atlus i love you buddy

-ahhh thieves den! how can i forget? i love it. at first i was a bit iffy with it since it really felt like persona 5 (undoubtedly the biggest game atlus has created) was just jacking itself off. but as time goes on, it became a huge addition to the game and seeing characters’ insights and extra lines of dialogue became super duper interesting and a highlight of the game for me. and don’t even get me started on how much i love love love the photos they added of them hanging out! so lovely, a bunch of them made me tear up

- i know it’s literally impossible, but i feel like the game just forgot that akechi is a person who can wield multiple persona and i just wish that could’ve been messed around with during Palaces

- showtimes are so, so crazy and i get so embarassed whenever they play on my tv because they are just outlandish and unashamed but i love them so so much it just defines persona’s personality 

-because i love ryuji: i prefer the final conversation you have with him aka ‘whaddya mean? you’re there’ but there’s still a lot of really tender and sweet moments like akira genuinely telling him that he’ll miss him, and also the fact that ryuji wants you both to send each other your times through the exercise watch so you can still race ahhhh i love him so much yall

so, overall, this game is better than the original p5 because of the extra content we get. if persona 5 was the perfect dinner, persona 5 royal is that same dinner and you get to enter the dessert buffet. it’s brilliant, it’s smart, it’s hilarious, it’s heartwarming, and it’s undoubtedly my favorite game of all time without exaggeration. while i do prefer the final cut scene (and final dialogues with some characters) in the original persona 5, in the overall experience, persona 5 royal is superior in my mind. i would willingly get amnesia to play this game again. 

I didn’t get to cover everything, but this is definitely most of what i wanted to say. if you actually get to reading all the way to the end, thanks! it means a lot. i hope we can all enjoy persona and look forward to persona 5 scramble together :-)

who is your favorite bnha character?

SLAPS MY FUCKING HANDS DOWN oh boy youve opened a can of beans here. Thank you

god.... idk if i Could pick just One character as like my Favorite of all of them.... i love so many...... lets see tho, some of my faves are ochako, shoto, manami, and himiko... aaand all of them happen to be big kins loll

manami is one of my big faves despite having such a short screentime, bc i just 🥺🥺💖💖 am VERY attached to her.. before she even showed up in the anime and i had only just seen what she looks like from the wiki, i figured id probably kin her bc she just shouted ME. and once she finally showed up in the anime i instantly kinfirmed bjdhfjd i mean like CMON. her power is LOVE. and her and danjuros relationship is so pure it makes me so soft 🥺 i hope soooooo badly for them to return at some point bc i absolutely adore themmmm

then ochako is just !! so soft n sweet... and canonically Blushy Disaster along with izuku which im SO fucking soft for. one of my fave things in characters hehe. and she just has very irl Me vibes. wants so badly to help people, grew up poor and wants to help her family, generally very kind to people, PINK, we both have short brown hair (tho i have mine dyed to pink rn and in my ochako canon my hair is a bit of like a pink brown). just !! shes very comfy 💖💖 i love her

meanwhile himiko embodies more of my Crazy Bitch Sadist vibes, and i adoooreee characters that are in love but in an insane way. im drawn to yandere kinda characters but mostly dont care much for the jealousy aspect, and himiko doesnt have that part ! and i LOOVE when characters can shapeshift and are really cunning with it. 10/10 has so many good plot opportunities. shes generally just REALLY good for whump sorta stuff also lol. love me some good edgy shit

then shoto.... my lord not gonna lie, a very big chunk of why i love him so much is bc i see so much of my favorite character of all time, shadow the hedgehog, in him fndbnf THEY HAVE SO MUCH IN COMMON like the Dad Issues, Trauma, theyre the Cool Brooding types, strong as fuck, both typically rather quiet but get REALLY intense in battle, usually kinda distant, both would so clearly be out of touch with a lot of social stuff (like slang) that brings a LOT of opportunities for hilariousness,, pretty boys (but in a totally agender way),,,,, really sweet and beautiful smiles when they finally smile 🥺 theyre both totally ace to me also no one can convince me otherwise fndjfjdjdj sorry i have Many feelings about shadow so any time i find a character thats similar to him im like SCREAMS WITH LOVE.. . actually you know what shoto is probably my fave mha character lol. just everything about him is so good !!

and i love his backstory and how it plays into the "hero doesnt always mean good guy, villain doesnt always mean bad guy" that the show occasionally delves into here n there. i just adore Gray shit like that, and that people seen as a hero or criminal by society doesnt necessarily reflect who they really are, etc etc. i just find it very interesting, i dont really like when things are just always very black and white. and i also like how the show is showing how ppl can see their abuser in complex ways, like shoto hates his dad but is relieved when he survives a fight still. and i feel like theyre heading for endeavor redemption which is like, sure go ahead ig, but i just really hope they dont end up having his family forgive him... just let people become better without getting or deserving forgiveness from the people they hurt in the past.. i think that should be more common in stories

ANYWAYS yeah. shoto is good i really really love all the details of his character !!!! esp since hes very shadow-esque lol. 10000/10 just for that

WHAT I WAS THINKING: DARK SEASON 3 EDITION

EPISODE 1:

Who are these dudes with the harelip and what do they want

Why did she just take him to a cave and leave that’s kinda rude

So everything in this universe is just gonna be backwards. Love it

Ugh I’ve said this a million times but this show has such Fringe energy and I can’t wait to get a tattoo for this too

This is super freaking me out, i dont like that everyone’s in everyone else’s house.

Ooooh Katharina with glasses yes girl you better work.

I like Michael and this hat he’s rocking

Super into the fact that magnus and fransizka are involved in this universe too

There’s nothing cuter than sex before school. Ahhh the nostalgia

Ten bucks says that Hannah gets out of this bed and is pregnant

Fucking YEP

I am loving Martha in this Jonas journey

I know that all they did was flip the lens of the camera but my brain is breaking at this flipped Winden

Who the fuck is this random dude Martha is with

You know what he kind of looks like Jonas. I wonder if that's relevant or if I'm just grasping at straws

Bartosz looks like he's going to his first grade violin recital

I straight up just did not recognize Charlotte with makeup. She looks hot

There's got to be another person in that picture other than Ulrich because that's a lot of space to rip out for one person

okay hold up Woller looks so good and then when I saw that he was missing an arm I almost lost my fucking mind

Oh shit okay Hannah is living in Katharina's house.

Oh my God are Ulrich and Charlotte having an affair

Is it normal in Germany for kids to just walk into classes that aren't there’s and just sit down

follow up he has a clear noose mark on his neck

Aleksander looks so hot with this beard. universe B is the fucking glow up universe

It's weirding me out that the whole school is black and gray instead of light brown

The look of satisfaction on katharina's face

Wow honestly Louis just broke my heart with his facial expression when he realized his mom didn't know who he was

he looks so scared

Yes yes do it afffffffffair

Oh no you done got found out!!!

Oh the theme of the play here is red and set of gold

Fransizka looks so cute in this little outfit

Oh my God she's deaf!!!!

What the fuck. the fact that this actress can talk is blowing my mind

RIP to Regina a real queen

Peter's a fucking priest

All the fucking weird-ass freaky motherfucking trio is back

The dopplers have the same house That's cool

excuse me sir I think your child is broken

these guys are so creepy What the fuck

I definitely don't like the piano wire

oh this motherfucker is the one who gets lost

I feel like winden in this universe is just a little bit fancier

Well Charlotte and Ulrich just be fucking like crazy

Bartosz is the Jonas of this group and I love it

who was that??????

I cannot get over Aleksander in this beard

I like that things are opposite but they also have things that are different enough.

Like I'm so into the fact that they all went down into the bunker

who in the unholy fuck is that. who is that

Oh shit old Martha

What the fuck is this Tannhaus’ factory we're at

hold up Martha's in 1888

What the fuck. why is Jonas in 1888 and looking SO good

EPISODE 2:

casually sitting over your bed watching you sleep

he's look so good though

yo what the fuck everybody else is there too

Oh no things got really ugly at Mads’ wake

Not for nothing but Tronte is a dick

I kind of don't understand why Claudia would want Regina to live in such pain in this type of universe

Peter is such a good boy

lurking is the freaking national past time of this place

Oh shit we got some spin-off timeline stuff good

who is This is blind guy

I love Katharina so fucking much

I know what she's thinking and it's the same thing I'm thinking which is can I kill a child

why does this picture of Tronte make him look like Jimmy Smits

Katharina looks amazing in this jacket

Also I definitely did not just start yelling GO GET YOUR MAN KATHARINA

Regina just gets more and more badass as time goes on. Also all of the women of the tiedemann family are so fucking badass

I am so excited to watch this fucking relationship develop. they're both too cute

awwww he's using signs!

oh they're writing back and forth

DAMNIT PETER

I always feel like little Noah should do fuckboy sign offs when he leaves rooms because he's so smooth

yesterday Laurel said that this was back to the future but serious and just now Bartosz said it's not super easy to get nuclear fuel in 1888 and now I think that Laurel's right

I will never get over how good he looks JONAAAASSSSSSS

This guy feels like the OG inventor of sic mundus right

Katerina why are you even trying to check in at the front desk bitch Go and get your man

Is this Katarina's mom why does she just recognize that woman's name

everyone on the show is so talented.I spend the whole damn time being like oh my god the performances on the show and it's like yeah we know

Katerina get your man

I literally love them so much look at the look on her face She is a mama bear She is not going to let anybody take her man or her children and I love her

Not a huge fan of people who quote Shakespeare right before they kill other people or am I an enormous fan of people who use Shakespeare right before they kill other people

using a garotte to kill someone is ugly as fuck

I feel so bad for Jana

see this is one of the reasons why I'm like why would you bring Regina back to this world.

wowwwww TRONTE what's up dude

YO WHAT

Oh so how did Charlotte get back there but Elizabeth's still there too. didn't they switch places?

oh the head bump

Not excited for the mother daughter abuse stuff that's about to happen

I love these split sequences that they do at the end

anytime somebody stands and stairs for a lonely at a spot on the ground I assume to somebody died there

Oh shit that guy is a tannhausokkkk I see you

a religious images we love to see it.

This show is a whole series of pause that frame.

No I ruined something for myself!!!!

EPISODE 3

got to love those through and through Ariadne references

okay so Charlotte's great great grandfather has her watch?

who are these horrible traveler human beings

they look like less sexy Francis dolarhydes

I can't get over the fact that wollers missing an arm here I swear

we ARE the glitch BITCH

alternate universe Ulrich is a better person than standard Ulrich

what's this new like zoom-y thing they're doing

I was attracted to Magnus at this jump of the show but he looks better with dark hair

How did they not all die of fucking flu

eternally repeating deja vu

I looked at the production stills and I was like what the fuck is this hair do that Moritz has but he looks amazing

Also everyone on this show deserves an acting award

and Magnus is wearing a skeleton sweater

Hannah does that deep dive detective work any bitch knows the Nose doesn't lie

why doesn't anybody want to fuck wöller

omgggg eat the RICH

also he has that x tattoo on his hand that represents the no future thing

oh the light is rectangular and not circular ooooooh fancy

The show is also a lot of people catching each other's wrists as they walk away

I knew we couldn't trust this bitch

What did he give her

I love the parallels and characters behaviors between universe a and universe b

I want to know how Noah factored into all of this on this side

Martha has a type and her type is iconically Aryan

Oh Aleksander's back with that beard he's back

Hannah is such a snake

Omg that's her!!!!! I thought she was a trans actress.. hm. not super happy bout that :/

What is Helge talking about Ulrich did what??? omg

I would be like SIR DO WE NEED TO FIGHT STOP FOLLOWING ME

I stopped taking notes for the last half of that episode cuz I was really sucked in haha

EPISODE 4

FIRST OF ALL I'D LIKE TO GO ON RECORD THAT I DON'T CARE FOR THESE GENTLEMEN AT ALL

second of all why is this guy being like oh I took your name

why does he have Agnes's bracelet I don't like that

I don't like anything about this guy That's the end of the story

Also hold up a red hot second is Agnes dead cuz if so that's a hate crime

see what did I say

I knew that Hannah was going to get involved with Egon

from the second she walked in that office I was like that bitch has her eye on him and as she should he's handsome as fuck

Also he spoils her so much more than any other man she's ever been with AKA is Egon the only man she ever deserved

Is Hannah going to develop a heart cuz I'm not sure how I feel about that

Also what happens if Hannah gets pregnant

why is Ines a bitch I thought she was mad cool the beginning and now I feel fucking deceived

Also it's such a sweet gig that The kids who are playing kids can now play teenagers

poor Doris. Also he was shitty to her but he was far nicer than I would have been

Doris is so beautiful it's bullshit

older Magnus is so handsome

All I wanted was middle-aged Martha

bitch you have been having unprotected sex with him why do you think that pregnancy was not on the tabl

I'm like who's this guy in the church if it's not Noah I bet it's that little bitch

yeah I fucking knew it

Is this the dude that was married to Agnes I feel like this guy isn't real or something

I'm not surprised he let her go but I don't know why I'm not surprised. I feel like she's important to his timeline and I'm not sure why

look at these relationships forming between these sweet little bab

Hannah looks good in this red. Hannah looks good in all of these styles. 

who is this child

I like that already as a child Bernd had his eye on Claudia as someone who was smart and had a ton of potential

 I keep forgetting that I'm taking notes because I get so invested in episodes

Also I realize the zoomi thing which is going back and forth between the universes

Is Agnes Silja’s mom And if so with whom 

he gave her Agnes’ bracelet that dope All right Tronte

Wow Claudia needs to back off her man

Claudia force him into a relationship with her

I fucking hate Hannah but sometimes she speaks so much sense

ooh I don't need anyone Yes girl that's true You don't need anyone You needing people was what made you act fucking crazy You don't need anybody

This was always my big problem with Hannah was that I initially identified with her because she was such a survivor but then she did such horrible reprehensible things I just couldn't let it go and I absolutely couldn't identify with her anymore

Oh here's my daddy Noah looking so good

I mean okay so I have been in this position before where I was cheating and then my man cheated on me and I was like how dare you but also you cannot be mad if your partner cheats on you when you cheated too. You both fucked up

Is Hannah going to have a redemption arc cuz that's a lot

Oh my God she's not going to get rid of this child is she

Oh my great God I cannot believe that she gave Helene that necklace. 

I knew she was fucking connected to Katharina in the older generation I knew it

Louis and Lisa are a super cute couple and I know that they're not dating in real life but I think that they're very cute together

Oh everybody fucking

yeah they created the Apocalypse yeah

Oh no they have a child outside of worlds that's a mess How does that work so they had they gave birth to that ugly fuck

honestly I hate that he's their child for the most part just because he's ugly as fuck and neither of them are ugly as fuck so it makes me mad.