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httpiastri · 4 months

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focus – pa17

you just can't help staring at paul's hands and arms. it's impossible not to.

genre: smut 😵 oh dear

pairing: reader x paul aron

warnings: fingering, smut, idk just the regular

word count: 2.6k... it was meant to be a blurb but nope

requested: yes !! requests are still open <3

author's note: felt good to write pa17 😚😚 his number has been jumping between 16 and 17 a couple of times now on the f2 website but i hope it stays as 17 because i love that number. i know i say this pretty much every time i write smut but like... this felt like the dirtiest thing i've ever written....... in hindsight, it wasn't that bad but like shdkfhdk i cringed so hard as usual. anyway. sorry to my estonian readers out there (looking specifically at you elle because you're the only estonian i know lol) for the short mention of the reader not speaking estonian. hope everyone enjoys tho <3

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waking up to an empty bed is one of the things you hate the most in the world. especially when you're supposed to be accompanied by your boyfriend, but he's mysteriously disappeared.

it's been a long week, the first one back to reality after a good winter break, so it takes you some time to wake up from your deep slumber. the sound of one-sided chatter from the kitchen is what finally wakes you up, the warming scent of coffee filling your nose instantly. your mind is so groggy that it takes you a little while to figure out that paul is on the phone with someone – and that the reason you can't understand him isn't that you're tired, it's because he's speaking estonian.

unwillingly, you force yourself out of bed once you understand that he isn't going to join you back in it anytime soon. you pull on a random oversized shortsleeved shirt and a pair of sweatpants before going off to find him in the kitchen, his back turned against you as he leans onto the counter, speaking into the phone. paul turns around at the sound of a chair scraping against the floor as you pull it back, taking a seat at the kitchen table. when he takes you in, a smile reaches his lips and he strolls over to you.

karl, he mouths to you as he points to his phone with his free hand – karl is probably going off about paul's winter break gym program for the tenth time this week, you assume – before letting his hand reach for your cheek instead. after his thumb brushes across your cheek a few times, he leans down to press his lips to your forehead.

then, he turns and walks back to the cupboards, pulling out two mugs and pouring some of the coffee he's been brewing into them. he balances his phone up to his ear with his shoulder as he picks up the mugs, carrying them over to you while letting out a string of confirmative sounds, seeming only mildly interested in what is being said on the other end of the line.

you accept the cup from him, both hands wrapping around it and feeling it warm up your fingers instantly. paul takes a sip of his coffee as he takes his phone into his other hand again, suddenly breaking out in a tangent that you understand nothing from. when paul slips down in the seat opposite you, your gaze shifts to look out through the window, watching the late sunrise leave its hues over the city below you. you've always loved morning moments like these, when there's no rush in the world, nothing to worry about, no reason to stress. it's always so easy to get lost in these moments, in the sound of birds chirping in the distance and the pink clouds flying away into the horizon.

but paul breaks you out of your trance. his free hand reaches for one of yours, removing it from your mug and instead intertwining your fingers with his. you smile subconsciously at the action, your eyes moving over to watch your laced hands. but when you do, you can't help but let your gaze wander.

you've always had a thing for his hands and arms. it's silly, you think, but there's something about it that makes you weak. when paul wears jewelry, it just contributes to your obsession – the silver rings and the pretty bracelets that he only takes off for racing make your heart flutter anytime you see them. and thinking about the pleasure those slender fingers of his bring you...

you would never tell him about it, though. sometimes, you think he must be the most oblivious man in the world for not noticing how you so often blatantly stare at his arms. but then again, he probably would tease you until the end of the world if he found out.

it's easy for you to get carried away by the sight of his arms. the way his fingers fit so perfectly between yours, the way little freckles and moles are scattered across his skin, the way the muscles in his forearm flex when he gives your hand a little squeeze. it's like time and the outside world doesn't exist: it's just you and paul. and his hands and arms.

paul has to call out your name twice to get your attention. when you finally snap out of it, his eyebrows are raised slightly and his lips are curved into a sly smile. "what are you doing?"

"n-nothing!" you let out instantly, although you know that he won't fall for it. you hadn't noticed him hanging up the call – you hadn't even started drinking your coffee yet. you had been too busy... admiring.

"really?" his hand lets go of yours, filling you with a disappointing feeling in just a second. but then, his fingers start grazing up and down the bare skin of your arm, from your wrist all the way up to the sleeve of your shirt. your eyes follow his hand without a single blink. "you seemed so focused, though?"

when his hand suddenly moves past your shoulder and his fingers make their way up to your neck, you can't help but gulp. your gaze slowly moves to the cheeky grin on paul's face as a shiver shoots down your spine. "no, i was just…" speaking gets harder and harder when he lets the pad of his pointer finger brush up along the side of your neck, touch ever so light but more than enough to throw the butterflies in your stomach into a fit.

paul tilts his head, eyebrows rising again. "just what?" he asks, feeling your escalating pulse when he lets his thumb run up the front of your throat. the way your body is physically reacting to him is so amusing to him – and enough to make his own heart begin to race. his thumb reaches your chin, and then travels further along your jaw, hand settling around your jawline. "you're really pretty, did you know that?"

your eyes flutter closed when his thumb caresses your pink-tinted cheek. he draws random shapes into your skin, little hearts and simple flowers, before slowly making his way to your lips. his thumb runs along it once, twice, and on the third time, it's like you act on instinct. suddenly, you've stuck your tongue past your lips, giving him a little lick. his movements stop and you take it as a sign, leaning your head forward just a little to invite his finger into your mouth.

you open your eyes again and you take in the sight in front of you. paul's jaw has dropped, eyes wide and zoned in on your lips. the corners of your mouth curve into a slight smile, completely loving his reaction, but you aren't done here. your tongue swirls around his thumb once, and paul's breath hitches in his throat. he almost pulls his hand away from you in pure shock – but then he lets his curiosity get the better of him, and he keeps it in place. he's far too intrigued to see how far you'll take this.

he merely blinks at you when you quicken the speed of your tongue, eventually even beginning to suck lightly on his thumb. he's completely lost in it now; in the way you're so innocently playing with him, your pretty eyelashes batting at him and your lips forming a slight pout around his finger.

has his pants suddenly gotten much smaller, or is he getting this hard already?

when you finally pull him out of you, he's completely speechless. you chuckle, deciding that maybe now it's your time to tease him. "you seem really focused, paul. what are you doing?"

he pauses for a moment, but then his lips crack into a cheeky grin. "oh, please," he starts. "don't pretend like you didn't enjoy that just as much as i did."

you want to interject, tell him about how he was quite literally flabbergasted until just a second ago, but he cuts you off.

"i knew you liked my hands, but… you like them that much?"

your own hands instantly come up to cover your face, wanting to hide the embarrassment that’s likely growing more and more obvious by the second. so he did know about your obsession all along? "paul-"

"no need to disappear," he interjects. suddenly, he's standing by your side, and in one swift motion, he's swooped you into his arms and carried you to the living room couch. you let out a yelp when he drops you onto it, but you're smiling at him when he removes your hands from your face. he grabs both of your shoulders, pushing you down slowly until your back hits the couch before climbing on top of you. "if you like them that much, let me use them to make you feel good."

he hovers over you for a second to see if there's any kind of hesitation in your face, but the way you look up at him tells him how much you want this. he doesn't waste any more time, immediately leaning down to lace his lips with yours. the sound you let out against him has been held back for long now and it gets him going instantly.

you wrap your arms around his shoulders for stability as his hands move down your body, one stopping by your hip while the other continues its journey under your shirt. his touch is so light it almost tickles you, and the coolness of his rings against your warm skin sends tingles through your body. his finger dips along the bumps of your ribs, all the way up to your breast. his thumb is still slightly wet with your saliva when it makes contact with your nipple, making your mouth slack against his.

there's no way you can focus on the kiss now; all of your thoughts are on his hands, and he can tell. he breaks the kiss and starts kissing along your jaw instead, his pecks sloppy as he concentrates on kneading your breast. the little sounds you let out when his finger flicks your nipple are like rewards to his ears. his hand that had been on your hip starts moving too, letting his thumb dip just below the hem of your sweatpants.

his head pulls away from your skin. "may i?" he asks, fingers pulling on the hem of your pants. when you don't give him an answer, too immersed in the feeling of his other hand still on your boob, he halts his actions. a chuckle erupts from his throat. "hey, listen to me."

what comes out of your mouth sounds more like a whine than words, but it's accompanied by a quick nod and he understands the meaning behind it. he snickers, pulling your sweats and panties down in one swift motion, your breath hitching as the cold air meets your already-soaked core. your entire body is waiting in anticipation, so eager and so needy that when he drags a finger along your slit, a shudder of pleasure passes through your body.

when paul looks up at you again to see how you're reacting, you have an arm draped over your eyes. he instantly frowns and stops his actions. "hey, i thought you liked watching my fingers?" he asks, and you nod impatiently. one of his hands reach up to grab your wrist. "well, then we can't have this. you need to be able to see my fingers as they work on you."

he pulls your arm away, and you meet his gaze the moment you open your eyelids. the look in his eyes almost takes you out there and then; the look of satisfaction, enjoyment, and just pure love makes you so thankful to have someone as good as this man, looking like there's nothing he'd rather do at nine in the morning than please you with his fingers.

when he notices how you're craning your neck just to catch a glimpse of him, he gets an idea. he sits up more properly again, reaching for two pillows behind him. you shoot him a questioning look, watching as he climbs over you again. then, he snakes an arm around you before propping you up on the pillows; a smaller one underneath your chest, and a bigger one under your head.

"there we go," he hums as he settles between your legs again. "that should make it easier, no?"

you don't have time to answer before you feel him teasingly brushing against your folds again. this time, you don't dare hide – and quite frankly, you don't want to, either. the view you have is far too good to look away from.

one of his hands wraps around the inside of your thigh to spread your legs, as the other hand's thumb draws circles on top of your clit, the little bud so sensitive already. when he finally slips a finger into your dripping core, you can't resist the urge to let your eyes roll back, feeling so good already. it doesn't take many pumps before he pushes another finger in you, too, spreading them apart and stretching you out fully. your hands grab the material of the couch below you, fists turning white as he speeds up his movements and adds yet another finger.

he pulls out a throaty moan from you when he curls his fingers inside of you, hitting just the right spot. you feel like you're reaching your limit already, and the way your breath is getting quicker and more high-pitched lets paul know just how close you are. when his free hand reaches down to play with your clit, you can't take it anymore, the orgasm washing over you instantly.

you really don't want to miss one more second of this, so you force your eyes open and look down. paul loves to hear you whining as you come, seeing your body shudder with the orgasm, and feeling you clench around him – especially when he's fucked you with just his fingers – and the prideful look spreading over his features is a sight to behold. when he helps you ride out the orgasm, your eyes flicker between his face and his hand pumping in and out of you, and you're sure it's the hottest thing you've ever seen.

then, the view is outshined by what he does next. he pulls out of you, your slick covering his fingers. and after that, he pushes his fingers into his own mouth, cleaning them up and sucking them off like they taste better than his favorite meal. holy shit.

"that's..." you speak in between heavy breaths. "so... fucking... hot..."

"you're quite hot yourself," paul says, eyes just barely pulling away from your face to look down at his crotch. "like, do you see how hard i am? just from watching you?"

a weak giggle passes through your lips as you follow his gaze, impressed by the effect you apparently have on him. "want me to help you out with that?" you ask, raising your eyebrows with your suggestion.

"well, if you're offering..."

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fanfic-gallery · 1 month

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manger's random tots #8 [ NSFW MDNI ]

|| cw (dead dove) : implications of stalking, spying

» manager's note: with the trending of the milkman over all my social media nowadays, i've decided not to hop on this train- but instead, write about some other type of pretty boy with a low paying profession (no, this is not a 'that's not my neigbour' fic, thank you) hope you guys enjoy...? (i had the idea him being an oc in mind but you can slap whatever character you want <3)

the neighbourhood mailman; absolute sweetheart, can do no wrong- sometimes giving away small little treats and nick-nacks along side the letters, pulling off light tricks and pranks to gargle a laugh or two, trying to brighten people's days.

yet, most don't seem too kind about his selfless gestures; impatient and grumpy bastards telling him off, yelling at him to knock it off with his piercing bike bell and 'nice guy' act.

on days like those, the only thing that seemed to be his light at the end of the tunnel, after gurgitating hours of cycling about under pretty harsh weathers, being chased off walk-way after walk-way... was you, his last patron of each day.

you weren't one of the first few in his delivery route; yet, you barely lived far down, so why is it that you were always his last? "...don't know... your letters always seemed to be at the bottom of the pile~" is what he claims; when in truth, he just wishes to spend the rest of his late-evening chatting your ear off with fun little misadventures he had during the past week.

he felt... cherished for once in his life; not someone needing to deal with the sour attitudes of people when they're all huffy or some boy-toy, taking his acts of service as an invitation to go running their hands all over him. he loved how he could play around, joke and complain without having the need to refrain himself. he felt... alive.

so it was to no one's surprise that he developed a massive crush on you; always giving you a little extra compared to the other townsfolk. full length handwritten letters, extra savings of candy and snacks he's been distributing that day, that box of pastries you seemed to have been eyeing up for the last few days or that prize you didn't manage to win during on one of your latest trips to the arcade.

seems light-hearted enough, right? if only you knew what other little treats he placed within your regular delivery... envelopes holding typed-letters; pouring his love for you over the many, many pages... each line, each paragraph... sometimes even rambling off into tangents- tangents of what he had been dreaming to do to you since day one... since the day you noticed his pains and took upon yourself to heal him back up.

yet, these sick fantasizes, these twisted thoughts on paper- you never blamed him for it, why would you went the initials signing off the letters eerily matched the creep that lived a few houses down from yours, who always seemed to have brought themselves false hope in charming you even after you said no.

no... you would never blame the innocent, naive mailman who's barely paid enough to suffer from verbal abuse every day of his life; barely having the funds to keep a himself together; yet, still cherished the happiness of others over his own.

maybe that's why you always seemed to accept his 'lustrous' gifts, especially that medium-sized stuffed bunny he so graciously sewed for you for valentine's to rid you of your loneliness. its soft yet limp body still laying on your bed, oblivious of the shine behind its dull black spheric eyes.

"...hah... hah...~" lustful eyes smiling as his flushed features melted against the monochrome screen he's stuck himself to, body trembling with each stroke of his throbbing cock, relishing in the soft breaths as you slept, spurring more pre to drip down his plush thighs, drenching the ground beneath his cheap desk chair. "...soon... soon, my love... i'll tell you the truth..."

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panandinpain0 · 10 months

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Could I ask for an Edward Cullen x male reader where the reader is Bella’s best friend (who moved right after her)- He ends up becoming infatuated with him instead, and they just have a happy time??

This is Different...

Twilight timmmmeee- time to reach into the archives of my memories and pull random facts from my ass.

Thank you for the request! I hope you enjoy <3

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Requested by: Anon

Edward Cullen x Male!Reader

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Bella had to kept telling herself to wait just one more week, because then (Y/N) would be there and she could vent to him about how weird this town was.

The two had grown up together in Arizona and were practically inseparable. Their parents did that thing where they were convinced Bella and (Y/N) were going to date and get married and all of that, which just isn't happening. But it made his dad easier to convince when they asked if (Y/N) could move to Forks, Washington with Bella.

(Y/N)'s parents had just gotten a divorce and his dad was moving anyways, and he was old enough that he just wanted to stay with his dad (and little sister that would come to visit every once in a while) until he was an adult.

So after Bella left to Forks, (Y/N) and his dad started packing their bags and started their trip.

Bella could not wait to tell him about the school, the weird but oddly charming students, and the standoffish Cullen family.

Finally the week came to an end and Charlie drove Bella to pick them up from the airport.

(Y/N)'s father, James, had planned to buy a car once they got to the new house, but Charlie had so kindly offered to drive them until he did get one.

At the airport Bella ran up to (Y/N) and he caught her in a hug, laughing at her eagerness.

"Looks like somebody missed me!" (Y/N) squeezed out a laugh, Bella cutting off his air supply with the grip of her hug.

"It's been absolute agony without you here, I have so much to tell you- and warn you about."

"Oh damn, that doesn't sound good," (Y/N) replied as Bella helped pick up one of his bags.

"It's crazy out here." She nodded, and the two shared a look that only childhood friends could share.

"Any cute guys?" they had a hushed conversation to the car, Charlie and James too wrapped up talking about fishing to pay attention.

"I'm sure you'd find them cute," Bella scoffed, throwing a teasing smile over her shoulder as she loaded the trunk.

(Y/N) scoffed back, betrayed at her diss.

"I'm sure you went for the stalker-ish one anyways." With a sly smirk he got into the backseat, closing the door on her denials.

...

(Y/N) had settled in, conveniently living next door to the Swan's house, and drove with Bella in her old truck to school that Monday.

"So, Jessica is into Mike and Angela is with Eric. And Tyler flirts with everybody, but nobody goes out with him?" (Y/N) recapped from the tangent of drama Bella had been giving him.

"Yup, pretty much," Bella confirmed, turning into the school parking lot.

"And all of the Cullen's are super hot- but they're dating each other?" (Y/N) asked, more suspiciously this time.

"Well, they're all adopted, but yes. Except for Edward- but I already told you what happened."

"Yeah the weird smelling thing and the he disappeared just to come back with a different eye color."

"They could just be colored contacts," Bella corrected, still not sure herself.

"Strange... Welp, let's do this," (Y/N) sighed as he got out of the passengers seat of the car.

Bella shrunk into his side, all of the attention on her once again. Last time it was because she was the new girl, but now it's because she had her attractive best friend with her.

"Yo, Bella!" Mike called out, giving (Y/N) a confused glare.

Bella waved back and started walking over, (Y/N) following at her side. Leaning down to whisper in her ear (Y/N) held back a laugh, "You left out the part about Mike's crush on you."

Bella just rolled her eyes as they met up with the group.

"Everybody, (Y/N)- (Y/N), everybody," Bella lazily introduced.

"You just moved here, right?" Angela asked, holding Eric's hand as they lent up against Tyler's van behind them.

"Yes, I did. I grew up with Bella in Arizona and where she goes I go," (Y/N) laughed, nudging Bella in the side jokingly.

That's when he noticed her distracted state. Following her line of sight he realized she was staring at a car full of probably the most attractive people he'd ever seen.

"Who's that?" (Y/N) asked the group, acting clueless to get more information.

"Those are the Cullen's-" Jessica jumped right into the rant about their family.

When she was done she came closer to (Y/N), grabbing hold of his hand as she batted her eyelashes at him. "Let me show you around!"

Shrugging, (Y/N) waved to Bella, who rolled her eyes at Jessica's obvious flirting.

...

"Where'd you find that guy? He's so hot," Jessica gushed to Bella at lunch. (Y/N) hadn't sat down yet so she'd finally gotten a second to ask.

"We grew up together- he wasn't that hot when we first met, trust me," Bella almost snorted, playing with the food on her tray.

"You guys aren't like..." trailing off she wiggled her eyebrows to imply.

"No- god, no," Bella laughed. "He's like my brother."

"Oh, good. Less competition then," Jessica sighed.

"I don't think you'll be having much luck either, Jessica," Angela pointed out, nodding in (Y/N)'s direction.

He was flirting with some guy in the lunch line, the guys face bright red as he laughed at something (Y/N) had said.

Jessica looked heartbroken but Angela and Bella just laughed about it.

When (Y/N) finally joined them Bella raised an eyebrow at him.

"What?" (Y/N) shrugged indignantly, opening his milk carton.

"Not even a full day in and you're already jumping on them," Bella teased, popping a grape into her mouth.

"Hey, you told me there wasn't any cute guys here, I just wanted to see what he was like," (Y/N) protested. "I didn't even like him that much. Kind of a dick."

Hearing a sudden and loud snort of laughter, (Y/N) and Bella turned around to see the Cullen's lunch table, Edward hiding his face as he looked towards the windows as his siblings glared at (Y/N). Or maybe they just all had RBF- save for the short girl with the pixie-like hair. She smiled at (Y/N) and waved, so he waved back.

"They're so weird," Jessica whispered as she dug into her lunch.

"How much have you actually talked to them?" (Y/N) questioned, taking a bite of his apple.

Jessica didn't answer for a minute, looking kind of embarrassed. Angela rolled her eyes, answering for her. "Once- and it was Edward rejecting her."

(Y/N) snorted and then apologized, "Sorry. It just seems like you're holding a grudge on people you barely know." He then changed the subject, not wanting to make an enemy out of Jessica.

She really seemed like a good friend, he didn't want to go pushing her buttons, that'd be mean.

...

"Mr. Molina, it's nice to meet you. I'm your new student, (Y/N)."

"Ahh, Mr. (L/N), is it?" (Y/N) nodded. "You can sit in front of Edward Cullen. You're lucky we had an empty seat," he joked, pointing to where he was talking about.

That was when (Y/N) got his good first look at Edward Cullen. His gaze was intense, just like Bella had said, but it was less scary than she described it.

Seemed like a guy worth getting to know.

Walking over to the desk with Bella, (Y/N) held out his hand to Edward. "You're Edward Cullen, right? Mr. Molina told me to sit in front of you, but I've heard stories and wanted to introduce myself." He smiled confidently.

Edward hesitantly took his hand and shook it, (Y/N) not reacting to the hard coldness of his skin.

Or at least he didn't show it- (Y/N) was immediately thrown off but didn't want to put off this attractive guy.

"Like you said, I'm Edward. It's nice to meet you."

"Likewise." (Y/N) winked and sat in his chair, not looking back at Edward or Bella once.

Bella just rolled her eyes with good nature. She'd seen him do this before, if she'd felt uncomfortable or threatened by someone, (Y/N) would draw the attention to himself. That's what worked about their friendship, he could take the attention that she didn't want.

At the end of class, (Y/N) packed up his things and then helped Bella do the same. He waved to Edward with a "Bye!" and they left.

Out in the parking lot his siblings all waited for him by the car.

"What's up?" Emmett asked, his arm around Rosalie.

Alice squealed, "Oh! It happened, didn't it? I thought it was Bella at first but then I saw him and just knew it would happen!" She jumped up and down and clapped her hands.

"What happened?" Rosalie questioned again, Jasper smirking as he sensed Edward's emotions.

"He fell in love," Alice stage-whispered. She was teasing him, of course, but Edward grumbled all the same.

They all piled into the car but before Edward got in he looked across the lot to see (Y/N) leaning on the truck hood talking to Bella.

He hadn't fallen in love. He couldn't- not with a human.

With Bella it was just an obscene thirst... but this was different.

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Sorry to cut this short, I wouldn't be opposed to writing more for this! I just think this is a good ending and leaves an open spot for a potential part 2!

Hope you liked it anon!

-Author Max <3

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0san-ta0 · 1 month

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Late Night Missing You

synopsis ★ whilst arthur is off on a trip you start feeling lonely and resort to some unconventional methods of entertainment

pairing ★ fem!reader x arthur fredrick (arthurtv) author's notes ★ this is my first time writing an actual fic so it might be kinda shitty! feedback and tips are appreciated!! and i hope you enjoy!! <33 (NOT PROOFREAD)

arthur had been in sri lanka with chip and the boys for almost a week. although to you it felt way longer than that. sure, the facetimes, texts and voice notes were great but you couldn't help it as the loneliness had started creeping in by day 3. your usual daily routine had shifted slightly but your mind couldn't keep up, cooking enough for two or sitting on the couch waiting for arthur to walk through the door. your mood had been in the trenches and sitting alone in your apartment wasn't helping. you didn't want to bother your other friends this late at night. so you decided to have an impromptu stream, talking with the random people on your computer and drinking was sure to cheer you up.

you sat in front of your computer, a random video playing on your screen. you dared your chat that they coudn't send in a video to make you laugh, but if you did laugh that you'd take a shot. it had been about an hour of watching the most unhinged and random tiktoks and you were loosing horribly. a video of a young girl running into a wall flashed across the screen, sending you spiralling into a fit of laughter once again. maybe you felt bad about laughing but your sense of humour was wrecked at this point and coupled with the alcohol any odd video had you wheezing and reaching for the bottle of Bailey's infront of you.

"chat I swear I didn't mean too that doesn't count. i'm not taking a shot! at this rate i'll die of alcohol poisoning before midnight."

the comments started flowing in a majority of them about your new found adventurism, the other half was wondering where arthur was that he isn't supervising you. it was strange that he wasn't hovering in the background making sure you stayed hydrated or preparing your shots when he knew you for a fact that you were gonna laugh. your eyes glossed over the arthur comments trying not to let your mood shift too much, choosing to focus on the funnier comments.

"lilia284 thank you for the sub! and guys arthur is out of the country so..." you trailed off as the comments started on another tangent about where arthur was exactly.

"I can't tell you guys that but when it's released I'm sure you'll all be grateful for the lack of spoilers. now back to the videos and please no more children getting hurt I don't need to be clipped half drunk laughing at children. that's not good for my public image." then the topic switched to your most outrageous moments and you felt that you had successfully evaded the arthur topic and got your emotions in check.

restarting the video, it started with a man running and slipping down the stairs. your headphones playing at almost full volume you failed to hear the sound of the front door clicking open. filming had finished early and arthur wanted nothing more than to go home and lay in bed with you. walking into your shared apartment he looked around, searching for any sign of you before putting his suitcase down next to the door.

"y/n?" he called softly walking down the hall, poking his head into your dark bedroom before turning finding the light coming from your office door. he looked at the door and raised his eyebrows, you usually didn't stream this late perhaps you were doing some work.

then your voice came through, "this isn't fair that was a giggle, I don't deserve to drink for that you people just hate me!"

he stood outside the door confusion evident on his face, he took his phone from his pocket opening twitch. low and behold there you were front and center of his following page. he clicked the icon, just in time to see you poor a shot of Bailey's and down it.

another giggle escaped you lips as you placed the glass down on your desk, a smile making it's way to your lips. at this point you were more than buzzed and you could admit that comfortably. you turned to read off your donations and arthur saw his chance. he opened the chat and sent a 5 dollar donation to be read aloud.

'arthurtv $5 so this is what you do when I leave? I thought we got drunk together?'

your back stiffened slightly as you heard his name, you cleared you thought and smiled at the camera. "hi sweetheart!!" you waved at the camera and from outside arthur stood there smiling for a moment.

"I hope you're having fun and I miss you!" you mumbled, a pout making it's way to your face. then another donation came through.

'arthurtv $5 well if you really missed me you'd come outside!'

your eyebrows knit together as you look between the door and her stream then back to the door. your chat started flooding with messages about going to get your man and a lot of comments along those lines. you said a quick goodbye to your stream before shutting down your PC and turning to the door. arthur stood outside waiting for you to open it, a few moments passed before the door was flung open. you stood Infront of him a stupid smile on your face as you flung yourself into his arms.

"arthur I freaking missed you so much!" he laughed softly, running a hand along your back.

"so you chose to get drunk online?" he questioned raising an eyebrow.

"it was a better idea than laying on the floor and crying."

#arthurtv x reader #arthurtv imagines #arthurtv #arthur frederick

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lowkeyrobin · 1 month

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could you write a walker x transmasc!reader oneshot? if not, that is fine aswell! - 🗡️

of course I could!! just beware any random shit because I don't know much about being transmasc and I did a lot of research on reddit and tiktok for this for like mannerisms ans shit ; thanks for requesting and I hope you enjoy! ; for any regulars on my blog, ik I've enforced the gn reader only thing but I updated my rules list, where I'll only do trans masc/fem readers on request. that doesn't mean request a thing and add one of those solely for a set of he/him or she/her pronouns though. ; post writing robin and this was actually so fun to write LMAO I hope you like this even tho it's so short

WALKER SCOBELL ; the boys

summary ; youre transmasc and properly come out to walker and co + some stupid shit for two parts

warnings ; language

disclaimers ; idk shit about awards shows + imagine middle school auditorium seats for the first part

word count ; 723

masterlist

You, Aryan, Walker, and Leah sit in the audience at the 2025 Emmy Awards, chatting before the cameras turned on to watch the proper show begin. You and Walker sit together, with Aryan and Leah right behind you. The thick, tan, plastic chairs were going to do a number on your ass later. For a million-dollar award show you'd think they would upgrade the seat situation a little bit.

Leah and Aryan sit forward in their seats, holding a conversation with you and Walker, both turned around in yours.

"No, and like, you will not be calling me that, thank you!" You laugh and smile, "If you get your grimy hands on my legal name I will actually throw myself away. I am a man!"

"Wait, what?" Walker questions, eyebrows furrowed. "Legal name?"

"I changed my name" You clarify. "Cause like..." You look yourself up and down, hands following your gaze. "Y'know?"

Walker blinks, pushing his blonde curls away from his face. "Wait... you're trans?"

You nod, a playful yet unbelievable smile on your face. "How did you not know?"

"Even I knew" Leah comments, glancing at Aryan, who nods in agreement.

"I thought it was kinda obvious." You chuckle, seeing his surprised reaction. "I had to keep correcting people about my name like, a million times"

"I never knew you had another name? I thought it was always Y/n!"

"This is going on my story"

"Which one?"

"The Boys"

Walker smiles, his right arm slung over your shoulders as he watches you caption and post the picture you'd just taken with him on your public Snapchat story. It was titled The Boys, meant for you and all your close friends.

He was glad to see that you considered him one of your close friends, but also on such a deep level, though it was just a title to you. He saw the deeper meaning that you didn't. Like an over analyzing reader to a writer. He was happy you also considered yourself a boy, that you could happily parade that around and feel comfortable with your identity. He truly couldn't be more proud to see you happy and smiling in this moment.

You look back up at him, a cheesy smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"What's that look for?" You ask, a little confused.

"Nothing" He replies, patting your right shoulder blade as he moves his arm around a bit. "We should definitely make a playlist and put it on your story for people to listen to" He suggests with a slight shrug.

"For what?" You ask again, a little puzzled as to where this was going."

"Just cause"

"Okay, Mr.-Won't-Explain-Shit-Scobell"

"You just went on a five minute tangent trying to avoid the word homophobia"

"I was testing the waters with your gaydar, cause apparently it was broken the first time"

"I don't have a gaydar! I'm just, like, here! I'm just a guy"

"Look at this handsome man! Dude, wear purple more, I'm so serious"

"Okay, I see you, Y/n!"

"Fix your tie!"

"I'm trying, I'm still learning! I didn't have this chapter of boyhood"

"Here-" The blonde mumbles, reaching forward to fix your black tie.

You tilt your chin up, giving him easy access to the cloth wrapped around your neck. Leah and Aryan watch, smug looks on their faces.

You send them a glare, trying not to alert Walker to it. He quickly reties your tie, sending you a thumbs up as he backs away. You quickly thank him, a warmth heating up your cheeks, physically unnoticeable.

"Walker, you look like a divorce lawyer." You comment, stuffing your hands in your purple pockets.

The blonde dramatically scoffs, a hand rested on his heart. "You're so mean to me! You're not welcome to the next boys sleepover"

"I don't wanna be a part of that dorky shit anyways"

"Okay, meanie"

"What are you, twelve?"

"...Did you just attempt to quote me?"

You shrug with a side nod.

Leah speaks for you, "Yeah, he did"

"How do you know?"

"He told us that he was gonna try and quote you at least once today" She chuckles.

The three look back at you, lining your jawline with your finger, clearly sucking up your tongue.

"Dude, stop mewing, we have to go out there in like, a minute"

#lowkeyrobin #walker scobell x reader #walker scobell #pjo x reader #percy jackson x reader #transmasc reader #transmasc!reader #he/him reader #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson and the olympians x reader #percy jackson

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gavisuntiedboot · 1 year

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I absolutely love your writing

Could you please write for Gavi taking care of reader after a surgery and like it really hurts

Even if it’s just a blurb I’d really appreciate it (I’m fucking dying right now)

Stitches

"Hermosa, can you please just eat something? Your appendix isn't going to grow back on an empty stomach."

You wanted to laugh at Gavi's naivety, but the pain in your side was stabbing at you, making every breath a laborious task. It hurt to do anything, and the pain in your torso and head made it hard to stay conscious, let along sit up and eat the food your loving boyfriend was trying to spoon-feed you.

"They took out my gallbladder, Pablito, not my appendix." You punctuated your sentence with a groan. You tried to keep your breathing as shallow as possible to avoid the punishment that came with deep breaths. You placed a hand gently at your surgery site, trying not to apply too much pressure at the risk of rupturing your stitches.

"Whatever they removed, you need to take care of yourself so that it can grow back properly."

You grinned once more, Gavi's ignorance endearing and sweet, brightening your gloomy couple of days.

"Gallbladders don't grow back. I just have to live without it now."

Pablo almost dropped the tray in his hands. His eyes were as wide at dinner plates, in shock like you had just told him about the death of his dog.

"How are you going to be able to pee if you don't have a bladder?"

You couldn't hold back your laughter at this. You doubled over, laughing loudly and gripping your stitches that were biting into your flesh. The pain was nauseatingly intense, but you laughed nonetheless, tears falling from yours eyes as you let your soul be happy while your body ached. You gripped your side hard, red spots appearing on your bandage as your incision ruptured slightly - not enough for you to be concerned, but enough for Pablo to rush to your side and comfort you.

"Ay Princesa, don't hurt yourself because I'm stupid."

He got into bed with you, adjusting you so that you were laying against his chest. You felt his heart beat against his chest, the rhythm helping you calm down. He pulled you into him, kissing the top of your head, and playing with your hair.

“I’m so sorry you’re in pain, mi vida.” He muttered quietly, continuing to pet your hair and litter soft kisses on the crown of your head.

You leaned into his touch, enjoying the soft caresses and calm that he brought. You spent the rest of the day in bed, watching movies and going on random tangents. He kept you close, faint touches to remind you he was there no matter what you needed.

“All this love is opening up my appetite, Pablito.”

He looked at you, grinning widely, and jumped off the bed with the excitement of a child to make you something to eat.

Hi injured anon- I hope you feel better soon my love 🫶

Guys I single handedly orchestrated a relationship between my best friend and this cute guy at college. The urge to write a fic about it is UNREAL.

anyways like comment reblog - y’all know the deal. Love you all mwah

#gavisuntiedboot #pablo gavi #pablo gavi x reader #pablo gavi imagine #gavi #gavi x reader #gavi x you #fc barca #gavi imagine #gavi fluff #pablo gavi fanfic #pablo gavi fluff #pablo gavi fanfiction #gavi fic #gavi fanfic #gavi one shot #pablo gavi one shot

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arkbeyond · 9 months

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hello!! do you have any domestic gray ravens hcs with skk reader? ✨✨

oh this is soooo ... i love this so much this is so cute ... well i definitely do now!!!! i think i got a little carried away so it got super long i'm sorry ... but i hope you enjoy!!

domestic gray ravens

content warnings: none

➸ It's common knowledge how devoted LUCIA is to Gray Raven, and this is true even in relative moments of peace between missions, too. She's a little awkward with it, but she wears her heart on her sleeve — just like how she wears the different scarves she bought in each of your favourite colours. It's actually really easy for her thoughts to return to you. Maybe she passed by a garden and got reminded of the plants Liv keeps, or saw a little malfunctioning robot and thought that Lee would be able to fix it in ten seconds flat, or caught a whiff of that food you said was your favourite — should she maybe get some for you...?

➸ She loves just spending time with everyone. Team dinners are a must for her! But... just let Liv handle the cooking. Lucia also seems like the type to make sure that you, Liv, and Lee all get to go to bed safe and sound, even if you haven't been doing anything except slacking off in the lounge — she'll walk everyone back to their rooms, or at the very least, ask you to send her a little message as soon as you get back.

➸ LEE has similar habits too, but he's just a little more awkward in showing he cares — not that he would ever admit as such. Just like Lucia, he feels just a bit more secure seeing for himself that you got back to your room unscathed. He also prides himself on being perceptive, and he has a tendency to fix problems you or the others might have before you notice them. Have you had trouble waking up lately? No worries, the little robot he gave you now alarms twice as loud!

➸ Lee also made it a point to remember your routines. He has a habit of scolding you if you stay up later than usual, or sighing in that disappointed way he does if you forget to eat a meal. He'll usually go off on some tangent about how a Commandant should be more disciplined than that, but if he's being honest, he just wants to make sure you're healthy. Humans are fragile compared to constructs, he would often say to you, and to Liv and Lucia, We need to maintain our performance, don't we? But that doesn't explain how involved he gets even in little things like double checking everyone's weapons to make sure they're absolutely fine, or even just walking just a bit closer to you if he sees you're uncomfortable or uneasy in any way.

➸ Caring for everyone almost comes as second nature to LIV, even if you or the others would fuss over how she has to care for herself, too. Honestly, she just loves when she's able to help you all in some way — the smiles on your faces and your heartfelt thanks are enough to put a spring in her step for a good while. She also likes messaging everyone little good morning or good night greetings, just to say hello or wish you sweet dreams even if she's already done so in person. Aside from that, she's usually the first to notice when one of you is upset. Maybe your shoulders are a bit more tense than normal, or you're glaring unusually hard at a random spot on the floor. At times like these, she'll gently pluck whatever you might have in your hands away, or lightly put a hand on your shoulder, and insist you get some rest with a smile — she'll even get you something warm to drink to calm you down; how about that?

➸ Liv has memorised everyone's favourite things by now, like whether you prefer coffee or tea or neither, which table at the cafe you all tend to sit at, what kind of colours everyone liles to wear when theyre not in those stiff uniforms. She also has a habit of picking up a few extra things for everyone while she's out and about — Lucia, didn't you mention you were looking at this frog plushie in the mall? Lee, you needed an extra set of tools, right? They had your favourite in stock again, Commandant, you don't mind that I got you some, do you?

#pgr #punishing gray raven #pgr x reader #punishing gray raven x reader #pgr lucia x reader #pgr liv x reader #pgr lee x reader #bee.writes

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dawnquafam · 1 month

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“Are you afraid of me?” “Yeah. I mean, kinda. Definitely.” For Stephen & Mera

Enjoy 2.2k words of Stephen being a bundle of anxiety and Mera being a supportive future sister-in-law!

Time ceased to matter when Stephen was with Orm. Lying on a blanket in the lighthouse’s front yard, he talked and talked, one arm wrapped around Orm’s back while the other hand gestured emphatically. Any of his exes would have fallen asleep or asked him to stop by now, particularly when he ranted about Atlantis, but Orm listened attentively to every word he said about every topic that crossed his mind, his head pillowed on his shoulder and his leg draped over his thighs, occasionally offering a thoughtful question that set him off on an entirely new tangent. The only idle thing about him was the way his hand traced random patterns across his stomach, alternately wrinkling and smoothing his shirt, the softest touch from someone who could crush steel without batting an eye. Stephen talked from broad daylight to sundown, his boyfriend’s warmth keeping the cooling temperature at bay, and his attention never wavered.

Orm listening to him like this wasn’t new, but everything else – the relationship, the cuddling, spending time like this with someone who cared – very much was, and he never wanted it to end.

The front door creaked open, footsteps crossing the porch. “Hello, lovebirds.”

Time slammed back into full speed. He and Orm both jumped, but while Orm’s clenched fist immediately relaxed upon realizing it was Mera, Stephen’s entire body tensed. He sat bolt upright, guilt twisting in his stomach when the movement very abruptly dislodged his very comfortable boyfriend. “Um, hi, Mera,” he greeted.

Orm shot him a wounded look, but there was concern beneath the indignation. Mera stopped in her tracks. “Is everything all right?” she asked.

“Totally fine, yup, why wouldn’t it be?” he responded, barely suppressing a wince at how blatantly awkward it sounded. Which wasn’t exactly unusual for him, but he didn’t want his rambling mouth to betray his nerves right now. Though it’s far too late for that.

Mera arched her eyebrow, predictably seeing straight through the forced cheerfulness. Orm did, too, and Stephen didn’t miss them sharing one of their silent conversations about it. She glanced at her best friend, and he tore his gaze away from Stephen to subtly shake his head in response. Frowning, she tilted her chin towards the lighthouse, and Orm nodded. “I’m going to make us some sandwiches.”

Stephen’s heart sank when he started to sit up, a chill already creeping across him where he had lain. “You don’t have to,” he tried, almost reaching for his hand to pin him in place until he remembered that Mera was watching. He withdrew his hand before they could touch, heart aching when Orm’s hand closed around empty air.

“You said you were hungry a little while ago,” he answered through visible disconcertion. He glanced at Stephen’s cheek, clearly wanting to kiss him, but Stephen couldn’t make himself lean in for his usual invitation, and Orm didn’t push him. “I won’t be long.”

“Ok,” he mumbled, looking away to avoid the confusion in his eyes as he stood. I swear I’m not trying to push you away, he wanted to say, but no words made it out of his throat.

With one last glance at both of them, Orm headed inside. Mera took his place before Stephen could even think about protesting, sitting down in one graceful motion. “I could be diplomatic about this,” she said, “or we could skip straight to the whale in the room.”

Wishing, for far from the first time, that he had even a shred of her poise under pressure, Stephen hoped that his attempt to shuffle slightly away just looked like he was getting comfortable. “There’s no whale,” he lied feebly.

“Not when I first stepped outside,” she allowed. “You were as happy as could be. Until you heard me.”

He ducked his head, unable to argue. She was a born and raised politician who had lived a lifetime in secrecy, trained from childhood to observe even the tiniest of details about everyone around her – of course she had noticed his timing. “It’s ridiculous,” he mumbled.

“Arthur insisting that the president might be Atlantean solely because he looks similar to Orm is ridiculous,” Mera said. “Whatever this is… is not.” She paused, considering him, smoothing the fabric around her thigh with fidgeting fingers. “Are you afraid of me?”

A million judgmental stares flashed through his mind, a lifetime of seeing the exact moment everyone around him mentally wrote him off as ludicrous at best or insane at worst. A lifetime of struggling to make relationships work, of fighting tooth and nail not to be himself long enough to get to the meeting the family stage of a relationship, only to see the crushing disapproval in the eyes of the few people he did manage to get introduced to the second they recognized him. “Yeah,” he admitted quietly. “I mean, kinda. Definitely.”

She furrowed her brows. “Why?”

“It’s not… I mean, it’s…” He sighed, taking his glasses off to scrub a hand down his face. “It’s not you, exactly. It’s- it’s all of you, but it’s not… it’s not really any of you, either. I’m just- I’m not really used to my boyfriends’ families… liking me.”

And they were just normal people, he added to himself. Not… the Atlantean royal family.

“We’ve all been rooting for this relationship for the better part of the last two years,” she reminded him. “You two were the last ones to notice your feelings. Arthur and Tom are the ones who talked Orm into realizing he’s queer in the first place.”

“I know,” Stephen said wearily. “I know it makes no sense. You guys have been there for me since Antarctica, and it’s not like any of you are going to think I’m crazy for believing in Atlantis. It’s just…” He put his glasses back on. “I’m a scientist. I like patterns and data. And my entire dating history… is a lot of data forming one big pattern. Recognizing that far sooner than I actually did could’ve saved me a lot of heartbreak.”

“Allowing old data to scare you now would only cause more heartbreak,” she pointed out gently. “Patterns can always be broken under the right circumstances, and you have those here. We all do. Just about everyone in that lighthouse has broken one or two in their lives, and we have no intention of stopping now. You became part of this family well before you officially began dating Orm. We’re not going to suddenly turn our backs on you simply because everyone else made that mistake.”

“You say that now,” Stephen muttered, anxiety bleeding out as bitterness, as the twisted pain that had built walls around his heart for so long. It had taken a lifetime of agonizing rejection after agonizing rejection, but he had finally learned to push people away in the end. David had been the first exception in a long time, and everyone knew how that went. He had nearly forgotten how it felt to put those walls up when dating Orm was no more than a wild fantasy, but now… “Everyone changes their mind at some point.”

“No.” She laid her hand on his arm, catching his eye. “You saved my son, Stephen.”

“I sent a message,” he said with a shrug. “Two years ago.”

“You sent a message that no one else could send,” she said firmly. “And you were nearly killed trying to protect him on your own until we could get there. Every moment that I’ve had with my son for the last two years has been because of you, and every moment after this will be the same. The gratitude I feel for that will stay with me until my dying breath. We are together because of you, and the least I can do in return is approve of you dating my best friend.”

He searched her expression, looking for the lie, looking for the doubt that had shadowed his every relationship. “You really do?”

“I do,” she assured him. “We do. You’re kind, intelligent, and brave. The two of you make each other happy, and you trust each other in ways neither of you trust anyone else. We would be fools not to continue welcoming you into his life and our family.”

“Even though I’m not a prince?” he asked, the silent insecurity slipping out, tinged by the desperate need to believe her. “Or a warrior? Or anyone special who can keep him safe when the Fishermen come looking for him?”

“I was a princess and I didn’t deserve him.” Old guilt haunted her eyes until she blinked it away. “Just as he became a king who did not deserve me. He can protect himself, and when he cannot, that is why we’re here. If he cared that you can’t do for him what we can, then he wouldn’t feel so safe in your arms. It matters far more to all of us that you are one of the very few people in his life who has never hurt him.” She squeezed his shoulder, letting the words sink in before she continued. “You do not need a title to be noble or superpowers to be strong – those are qualities that only mean anything when they are found in your heart, and you have a good one, Stephen. That is what makes you special. That is why we will always want you here.”

There was no hesitation in her voice, no reservation in her touch. Her words didn’t reek of false pleasantries, of the pressing need to tell Orm to dump him the second he stepped out of earshot. She really meant what she was saying. Maybe David did go horribly wrong, he conceded slowly. But it landed me here, didn’t it?

Hope dared to bloom where once there had only been despair. Stephen looked over her shoulder when the front door creaked open again, and she followed his gaze to Orm, heading back to them with a couple plates in his hands. “Cuddle with him all you want, Stephen,” she told him. “Gods know you both deserve it.”

He learned to lower his walls to get us this far, he thought, remembering the withdrawn, touch-averse man who had first moved in with him. If I want this to work – and I want nothing more than that – then… it’s my turn now.

Orm paused a short distance away, head tilted in question. Stephen nodded, and his shoulders visibly relaxed in relief as he resumed walking. The same relief escaped him in a heavy breath, the same weight lifting from his own shoulders. “Thank you,” he murmured to Mera.

“I’m always here if you need to talk.” She leaned in, and Stephen thought she was going for a cheek kiss until her eyes started to glow, ominous in the fading daylight. “Never forget, though,” the queen whispered, a mischievous smile softening her words, “that I am still his best friend. If you break his heart, I will break you.”

“Don’t worry.” It was far more foreboding than any of the stiffly polite conversations his exes’ families had exchanged with him, but his answering smile was easy and reassured. “He’s safe with me.”

And I’m safe with him. With… our family.

She sat back, content. “Good.”

“Stop threatening him,” Orm said, reaching them in time to catch her teasing. “And get out of my spot. Please,” he added grumpily when she didn’t move.

She sprang lightly to her feet, stealing a chip off his plate. He frowned but didn’t protest, handing the plates to Stephen before sitting down, still not quite as graceful on land as she was. Happily crunching her stolen chip, she headed off for her regular evening swim, and Orm asked him, “Are you feeling better?”

“Much.” He set the plates aside and cupped Orm’s cheeks. “I’m sorry I got weird.”

“It’s all right.” He leaned into Stephen’s touch. “Weird is normal in this family.”

“True enough,” Stephen said with a laugh. “Come here.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. He kissed him gladly, and Stephen savored the combined hint of salt and taste of Atlantean heat that had quickly become one of his favorite things in the world. The last traces of bitterness and fear melted away at the touch of his lips, as loving here in front of his family’s house as he was in the privacy of their apartment, a far cry from the sudden uncomfortable distance his exes had shown when they took him home. He even savored the pulling away, breaking apart just enough to breathe, because it was his choice, just as it always was, and Orm lingered just as he always did, staying close where everyone else had only pulled away.

Maybe that was all the proof I should’ve needed that this time is different.

“You do know that I would protect you from her, right?” Orm asked, their noses still brushing, his hands on his waist, his fingers curled into his shirt.

“I know that you would try,” Stephen said. “But we both know that you can’t beat her in a fight. Or during game night.”

He pouted. “I defeated her at Monopoly once.”

Stephen shook his head fondly, kissing him again and instantly wiping away the adorable pouting. He pulled his boyfriend back down to the blanket, the sandwiches entirely forgotten, caring only about holding on to him and never letting go, regardless of who might see them.

#stephen shin #mera #orm marius #shinorm #aquaman #dceu #my fanfic.#julie tag #i asked you for prompts so i could write short things and then i wrote over 2k why is my brain like this #also not 100% sure i'm happy with this but if i stare at it any longer then it'll never get posted so here it is

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pradaxstyles · 1 year

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Alexa’s notes✨: this is a little self indulgent, but I hope you all enjoy some college! Ellie <3 let me know if you like this and I can always come up w some more for different scenarios 🌷

Thinking about college! Ellie and how she’d be hanging at your house for hours just sitting with you while you did homework/studied. Her classes finished early for the semester so she’s been nothing but supportive when it came to your studies.

❃ “Come on baby, one more problem and we’ll take a break.”

❃ Your laptop and notes would be laid out messily, colorful pens and highlighters with caps mismatched (this was all Ellie, you hated when she did it) while she’s helping you go through your notes.

❃ “Okay, do you think you could tell me how to solve Hardy Weinberg’s Equilibrium formula? Or do we need to do a few more practice problems? Here, hand me that flow chart and we’ll go over it again.”

Ellie would be really good at math, majoring in mechanical engineering so your bio homework is a breeze for her. She'd be all over you with the encouraging words, walking you through every step of an equation and explaining it.

❃ ”No, no I don’t wanna hear it, you can absolutely do it. Just gotta put that pretty mind to it, you got it.”

❃ She’d be sitting next to you on your bedroom floor, playing some soft music from your shared playlist through your laptop, her knees pressed into yours while she waved a pen around.

❃ “What the fuck even is this? Why is this in biology to begin with?”

She’d crack the stupidest jokes just to see your smile. She hated when you were stressed, and as final exams approached, it seemed as if you were always stressed, and she couldn't have that.

❃ “Baabbbeeeee I have snacks! We’re gonna hunker down and study for your history exam and we’ll watch an episode of the office! How does that sound, my pretty girl?”

❃ “Uhhh, why did henry viii have so many wives? What a whore.”

❃ She’d go on random tangents about people in history and how “I can’t believe they used to do that! Can you imagine if we did that nowadays?”

And when you were really down on yourself, feeling like there was no end in sight, Ellie was right there, reminding you that you were so close to the finish line.

❃ “I know, sweets. I know. You're almost there. You have no idea how smart and capable you are. You’re gonna crush these exams, and if you don’t, I'll crush your professors,” she’d say with a sly smirk on her face, resulting in you pushing her arm slightly.

❃ “No but I'm serious, babe. I know it seems like it’s all piling up and that it’s one thing after another, but you can do it. If anyone can, you’ll be the one to kick ass.”

❃ “My girl is graduating college in a few weeks. College. That’s fucking huge. I'm sososo proud of you, angel.”

On exam days, she’d make sure you had a good breakfast, insisting on sleeping over the night before so she could make sure you ate. She’d walk you to class and send an encouraging text as you took your seat.

❃ “You’re gonna crush it, babe!”

❃ “Remember to take a deep breath and think each problem through.”

❃ “No matter what the result is, I'm so fucking proud of you.”

At the end of finals week, she’d pamper you the way you deserved. Ellie would plan a date night where she absolutely spoiled you and showered you in kisses and cuddles. Every time she looked at you or even in your general direction, her gaze was so full of love and pride.

#ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x fem reader #ellie williams #college!ellie williams #college!ellie #tlou2 #ellie williams x y/n #ellie williams x female reader #sigh I wish she was here to help me study #aae writes

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kywaslost · 2 years

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Hawks fluff? I'm IN

No thoughts just a cute aquarium date with Hawks

Aquarium Date With Hawks

A/N: Hello! Thank you so much for requesting! I hope this is alright! Reader has an avian quirk as well, with large black wings.

“Hey, dove,” Hawks greeted with a smile, leaning against the doorway to your office at his agency. “Are you busy?”

You looked up from the pile of paperwork in front of you, then leaned back in your chair. “No, not really. Just trying to get ahead on some of these reports.” You shuffled the papers around, then set them off to the side. “Why?”

Hawks’ smile grew wider as he stepped into the room. “Well, I thought we could spend some quality time together, so I got us tickets to the aquarium!”

“Fish!?” you asked with excitement. You had a weird fascination with fish. Hawks always got a nice laugh whenever you spout out random fish facts, or go on small tangents about your favorite type of fish.

Hawks chucked, then nodded. “Yes, fish.”

You jumped out of your seat in excitement. “When?”

“Now if you’re ready.” You immediately grabbed your sweatshirt off of the back of your chair. You tugged it over your head as you ran towards the balcony. Hawks followed, and the two of you jumped off the edge and spread your wings, flying towards the aquarium.

You flew ahead of Hawks, until you realized you had no idea where you were going. Falling next to him, he took over. “I was gonna see how long it took for you to realize you were going in the wrong direction,” he laughed, turning around midair. You followed behind, rolling your eyes.

“Just take us where we need to go.”

When you arrived at the aquarium and turned in your tickets, Hawks could hardly keep you still. You kept running off, going down random tunnels and staring at all of the fish. He’d lose you for 5 minutes, panic, then turn around to see that you’re behind him looking at the skeleton of a shark.

“God, dove, you can't do that to me,” Keigo said as he wrapped an arm around your waist. “You can’t do that to me.”

You giggled, looking up at him. “Sorry. I get excited.”

Keigo ruffled your hair. “I know you do. Let’s go down here.” He took your hand in his and led you down a glass tunnel. He didn’t fail to notice how your eyes lit up with joy when you saw all the different types of fish swimming above and around the both of you.

“Look, Kei!” you exclaimed in excitement, pointing to your right. “A tiger shark!” You stepped closer to the glass. “Look at it, Kei.”

He chuckled, stepping with you. “I see it.”

“It’s so pretty!” “Look at this fish. It’s red.”

The two of you took your time going through the aquarium. You pointed out the fish that you could recognize, and Keigo pointed out the fish he thought looked funny or had a weird name. You took a selfie in front of a giant shark mouth together. Then he took you to the gift shop.

Keigo bought you a giant stuffed (favorite aquatic animal), memorizing the way your face lit up when he handed it to you. Flying home with it was definitely an experience. You made him carry it so you could see where you were flying, and also so you could enjoy the sunset on your way home.

You really enjoyed the time you got to spend with Keigo, and he did too. He’s definitely going to take you to another aquarium soon.

#bnha #hawks #bnha hawks #hawks x reader #keigo #takami #keigo takami #keigo takami x reader #hawks request

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tickle-bugs · 1 year

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If you are comfortable with this, could you write one with Barbara and Adam Maitland with the dialogue “you may not find my dad jokes funny, but I have other ways of making you laugh.”

i realized only after i finished this that i forgot to include the dialogue NOOOOOOO

this is the same premise tho, hope u enjoy it!!!

Not a House, But a Home

“Honey, can you fix us some lunch while I finish this up?” Barbara calls, dropping her paintbrush into the glue bucket. She gathers up the remaining wallpaper as neat as possible and sets it out of the way.

This house of theirs is really starting to feel like a home. A little too big for just the two of them, but there’s nothing to be done about that. That ‘expanding the family’ conversation always ends in a depressingly existential place, and well…why think about that when she can put up new wallpaper?

The sickly yellow of the original house had always felt like a bad omen, but she’s hoping this pastel brocade will really liven up the place. Maybe the green would bring them some luck in their new lives.

“Adam, I’m hungry,” Barbara calls again, frowning at where the wallpaper’s already starting to lift.

She’s never claimed to be good at renovations, anyways. Thank god she didn’t start with their disaster of a bathroom.

“Hi hungry, I’m dad.” Adam calls back, rounding the corner with a glowing smile.

“Ha ha.” Barbara puts her hands on her hips and huffs a strand of hair out of her face.

“You’ll never believe what I found in one of our boxes.” Adam brandishes a worn, bright blue book with garish text on the cover. The saturation is so intense that Barbara can hardly read it. He flips through it, muttering to himself, and stops on a random page.

“What’s brown and sticky?” He reads, mischief dancing in his eyes. She stares blankly at him.

“A stick!” He laughs—genuinely laughs, as if Barbara had told the joke herself. She rolls her eyes fondly.

“Aw, I thought that one would get you.” Adam pouts.

“Dad jokes just aren’t funny.” She shrugs. He flips through the book again.

“What kind of drink can be both bitter and sweet?” Adam pauses dramatically. “Reali-tea.”

“That’s just depressing, babe.” Barbara sighs.

“You’re right. Oh! Here’s another one—when does a dad joke become a dad joke? When it becomes…apparent. Get it? Apparent?” He wheezes, nudging her shoulder. She smiles, but more at his antics than anything.

“Yes, I get it. You goofball.” She swats his shoulder.

“But you still didn’t laugh.” He frowns.

“Traditionally, people laugh at jokes that are funny. I don’t think your book is going to help you with that.” She kisses his cheek, resigning to make lunch herself while Adam works this little tangent out of his system.

“No, wait, I’ve got a winner.” Adam tosses the book onto the dining room table. He wraps his arms around her waist from behind, stopping her escape to the kitchen.

“How many tickles does it take to make an octopus laugh?”

“Uhm…I dunno?” Barbara instinctually leans back into him, looking fondly up and over her shoulder at his giddy face.

“Ten-tickles!”

“Waitwaitwait, Adam! Ohoho nohoho!” Barbara tosses her head back into his shoulder as he tickles her. He kisses her temple as if he isn’t the problem.

“So you do find my jokes funny!” Adam gasps happily. Barbara squirms in his grasp, her whole face scrunched with laughter.

“N-No I don’t!”

“Then why are you laughing?” Adam asks directly into her neck. He’s wise enough to dart out of the way, having enough past practice getting headbutted by her to be quick in his shenanigans. He zips between the sides of her neck, planting fluttery little kisses that make her knees and lungs go weak.

Barbara cackles, slapping her hands over her mouth to muffle herself. Adam tickles her ribs because he’s mean, he’s so mean, and she grabs his wrists instead. He picks her up a little, vibrating a claw into her stomach, and she kicks her legs with everything she has.

“Hey. Hey Barbara. What kind of music do chiropractors listen to?” He squeezes her sides, ensuring nothing but squeals can escape her. “They listen to hip pop!”

“Adam!”

“Wanna hear a joke about construction? Ah, sorry. Still working on it.”

“Okay, okahahay, you’re funny!” She pats his hand frantically, doubling over in his arms. He lets her go, but not without one last squeeze to the waist. She grabs his hands before he can get any more ideas.

He kisses her, one of those great big mwahs! that she never gets tired of. God, he’s a dork. Her dork.

“‘Kay, now it’s definitely sandwich time.” She pats his chest, sucking in a deep, giggly breath. Her legs are still a little wobbly underneath her.

“Y’know, I’ve been trying to write a song about sandwiches.” Adam grins.

“Don’t—“

“It’s really more of a wrap.”

Barbara sighs with fond exasperation. Adam leans in for another kiss, running off to the kitchen with a yelp when she pinches his side. She waits until she hears the clanging of utensils to release the chuckle she’s holding.

“A wrap. Classic.” She shakes her head and snickers.

#my fics #barbara maitland #ticklish!barbara #adam maitland #beetlejuice musical #*posts this and runs*#beetlejuice stans come get y'all juice!!!!!!#ripped the jokes off the internet for specific phrasing but they're all jokes ive used hehe #anyone else used to have those little jokebooks like adam? i had a bunch #your honor they are EVERYTHING to me #proud to serve MY country (maitlands nation)#there's a cursed version of this fic where beetlejuice is like in their walls amused by adam's jokes and commenting on the wallpaper lmao

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xbabybajix · 2 years

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Halloweenie w/ Hanma~

A/N: hiiii my fellow hanma stans!! here’s a small drabble? I thought of on the quicks for Shuji bc his birthday just passed and it got me thinking about what it would be like to spend halloween w him <3 hope everyone who reads enjoys!

It’s October 31st and what better way to spend it with your boyfriend they call ‘The Reaper’ because of this Hanma thought of the idea as having you be a succubus and he as the grim reaper- picture this as a slutty couples costume

Hanma basically wearing the cloak with no shirt under and some leather pants w/ platform docs, and yours being a body suit with ass and titties out with some fake blood and cute lil horns too

Hanma’s a pretty unpredictable guy so knowing what was planned for today was a bit worrisome, yall can either spend it going to random parties that Hanma got invited to, roaming around a downtown area and hitting up bars or clubs, or perhaps indulge in trick or treating if Hanma wanted something sweet to snack on while watching you strut your cute ass around the neighborhood.

Going to Halloween parties with Hanma is the best because he LOVES to coordinate costumes with you as you pleased, he needs to wear makeup? Sure! Anything his baby asks of him, she gets. Spend a full hour taking selfies together? Ofc! He has to show off his girl everywhere!! Yall love pregaming before heading out and pumping yourselves up to dance the night away!! (have a headcanon that hanma is a doja cat fan so that’s what you guys listen to before leaving)

Parties with Hanma end in a couple ways, either both of yall are plastered and end up being all over each other inside a random room, or someone ends up making moves on either or and one of yall ends up getting kicked out by the host for starting a fist fight but also ending it! :-)

In the case where the night actually ends less chaotic than most, it’s spent with constant banter and flirting. Hanma likes to wander off to where he usually finds Kisaki or other members from gangs he knows and will keep an eye on you from afar. Your safety will always come first but Hanma likes watching you lose yourself on the dancefloor with your besties too, it turns him on seeing how your hips sway along with the beat of the music.

To spice things up in your relationship, Hanma LOVES to roleplay w you in public and act like he’s just some guy hitting on you and you LOVE IT because of the tension that rises when his face starts to ease into yours while feeling traces of his fingertips on your lower back till he reaches your ass and gives it a lil squeeze.

If Hanma notices you act more aloof and silly, he’ll know it’s time for yall to head out, when this happens it usually ends with you shouting out your profound love for him and it catches him off guard every time. Hanma is used to hearing you say loving things, but for some reason when you say it while being drunk, it makes his stomach do flips. They say the truth comes out when your drunk, so knowing that even in the state you’re in, you still choose Hanma every time.

Drunk y/n can be a handful sometimes, mostly because it ends with you throwing a small tantrum about how you can still have another drink or five before leaving and Hanma is not having ANY of that esp bc he’s seen you blackout and he refuses to let you get to the point of throwing up, but in the case that you do anyways, he’s there with the hair tie and water <33

If Hanma doesn’t feel like dealing with your brattiness he will just carry you over his shoulder until you reach your home and sit you onto your shared bed together, and will get all your things you use for your bed routine <3

Hanma is also the type to indulge you when you go off a tangent talking about the most random things you thought of while being drunk. “Oh yeah? I didn’t think of that” “oh wow baby you never told me this, that sounds crazy though” “And what else happened?” “you’re so smart even when you’re drunk too doll, its no wonder I love you” pls he says all this while helping you undress and get into your nightwear and then proceeding to take off your makeup and gently rubbing it off from your face.

Once the night has finally ended, hanma makes sure that you’re all taken care of again and then he starts to get ready to climb into bed with you. Nights like these end with you drifting off to sleep in his embrace but before you whisper your i love you’s and smother him in kisses <3 my guy is in heaven and loves the holidays for this reason

#hanma x reader #hanma shuuji x you #hanma x y/n #kisaki x reader #hanma shuji imagines #rindou x reader #sanzu x reader

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sunny-m00n · 1 year

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WELCOME!

[WARNING: this idiot is very busy at the moment so expect long periods of inactivity! Sorry for the inconvenience!]

so more people are finding my account and I remembered I don’t have one of these sooooooo- here we go

howdy, I’m Sunny! I go by any pronouns you see fit to call me, I’m easy

I make quotes to old movies and random stuff I like often so if something looks wrong, probably a reference (like I made one in the last paragraph)

I love stuff like Deltarune/Undertale, Hollow Knight, The Stanley Parable, kinda FNaF???, and a few others!!

I am forgetful as heck and explain things in the worst ways possible sometimes so please be patient with me-

I have ideas for comics and want to make a game based off weirdcore in the future!

I try to reflect my speech patterns in text so stuff like “-“ is a abrupt cutoff or a certain tone and stuff like that

I make art! I am open to requests as long as it isn’t NSFW, i don’t like that stuff to much- and if you make any art and show me, that will make me super excited and I will save it and show my friends even if they don’t care- because i love seeing other people’s art

I poke fun at people I care about but I know people don’t like that, so I real it in a bit, but if someone I know irl comes or I slip up, I’m being mean in a loving way unless stated otherwise

my brain focus on things aggressively so if I’m interested in something, except a lot of rants, I also rant a lot and go on tangents a lot so be careful- current brain rot is deltarune (specifically the secret bosses [mostly posting spam because I know people like him more but I love both equally, they are besties])

I am ace!!! I don’t understand a lot of “dirty” stuff!! So if I accidentally say something like that I’m sorry I’m just dumb!

I make typos a lot and my autocorrect screws me over [like Queen] some times! So that’s a thing too! Especially when I’m excited!

I use caps for emphasis and to show strong emotions! So be careful if you don’t like that!

v tag meanings! For you kid! v

sunny screams - me blabbering on about stuff, or just showing it’s one of my posts

moony asks - answering asks! Feel free to send me some! Love talking with people unless I don’t! Then I’ll get to you eventually!

inverted reblogs - it’s exactly what it sounds like!

sunny’s art: stuff I drew! I am working on a name for a tag for art people make me! But it’s in the works!-

{NOTE: please have a profile picture that’s not the default or a human person! And please have a header or something! Otherwise you are being blocked! The bots come in swarms!}

{NOTE NOTE: if I find your art or something and I spam-liked your stuff, it’s because it makes my brain’s creative juices explode and I like to use that during art blocks- aka: I like your art style and like a bunch to help give me ideas :D}

-_Fun Stuff!_-

+ OC playlists +

+ OC ref sheets + [more coming soon!]

I think that’s it so without further ado, buh-bye, hope you enjoy your time in my little void!!!

#sunny screams #inverted reblogs #moony asks #Welcome post

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sugoi-writes · 6 days

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it’s mink and my silly little anon vs main nonsense~

i would say when i think of your writing, the first thing that comes to mind is DESCRIPTIVE. i’ve mentioned this to you recently regarding your WIP — but i just love how immersed i feel through the way you describe things (settings, inner monologue, etc). like i STILL think about how you described the carvings on the wooden booth btw 💅🏻❤️‍🔥

BUT 👏🏻✨ i also can like… just tell how much fun you’re having?? is that a random thing to pick up on? is it just me who’s picking up on it? either way, it’s true. there’s an energy i feel from your writing that just really lets the joy come through which in turn feeds into me while i’m reading — it’s contagious! 🥹💖

keep up the absolutely incredible work — kisses darling! ❤️‍🔥

Are. You. Trying. To. Kill. Me. Mink???

Grhdgdh the booth was HONESTLY an ADHD aside, but I'm so glad you appreciate my little ramblings! ADHD Tangent? NO! I'm being ✨️Descriptive✨️(that's it, that's my excuse now)

ALSO ALSO.... AGHH?? God, I hoped someone would pick up on that. Because I seriously haven't written anything/gotten a request for anything that I HAVENT enjoyed... the day I do? I'll put a Danny Spin on things, and make it EVEN MORE entertaining. ✨️

(This post made my life complete, and it will be what is reflected on the back of my eyelids when I sleep. I have stared at my phone for this so hard that it's engraved into my retinas 😂😂😂)

God, if anyone else is nice to me today, I'm gonna become a puddle. Please use your power over me wisely. I'm squeaking IRL 🥹😭

#danny rambles #danny speaks #vdhdhdhdhdjsj #how do you manage to always make me giggly and flustered and complimented all in one package #bdhshssusuus

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some-witterings · 2 months

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Do I Need to be in a Relationship to be Happy?

Before any conclusions are jumped too I plead you read the post, or if not at least the addendum at the bottom. This whole thing is a tale of irrationality and from experience it is easy to sit on the side like and conflate naive irrationality and idiocy; though at least in my case the two are not always mutually exclusive

Over recent years I've discovered I am incredibly adept at 3rd wheeling. Even to the point of 3rd wheeling 4 couples at once due to the nature of a previous friend group (leading to me often reused joke of "I've 3rd wheeled enough to build a car!").

I, however, have not had the experience of being in a relationship; and being the one single person in that kind of envrionment can feel lonely, despite their best efforts to include me. Everyone kept telling me "Don't worry, you'll find someone in university!", "you'll find your person at some point!" and other such phrases to that effect. They were being kind, I know that. However, it didn't stop me building up a portent in my head of my future. One of my final days being alone in a lab, trying to eke out one last project and passing silently with a funeral not too dissimilar to one the Beetles sung about in "Eleanor Rigby".

This portent is not literal, health and reality prove it to be so; but it is the underlying message of it that stuck with me. That my work and who I am will devour me and I'll never end up having a romantic connection with someone enough to spend time away from my work.

Recently, though I use that term remarkably loosely, I went away to university. I hoped against hope that my portent was wrong, that the people I used to know were right. That I'd find someone in university and everything would be fine. This has proved not to be the case. Instead the prior situation has repeated itself. With me once more being in a group of friends, were I count among the seldom few single. It also turned out all, bar a few, of the people I used to call friends are raging dick heads; so fuck 'em I suppose.

That little tangent aside, I reasoned that once is a true coincidence; twice is the beginning of something that could potentially be a pattern. Though I'm hardly studied enough in the ways of probabilities to start drawing mathematical conclusions on things (read Bernoulli's Fallacy by Aubrey Clayton if you like probability, it is a fascinating read), I am cautious enough to reason that it could also just be me being unlucky twice in in a row. This thought though, one of "what if it is a pattern? What is wrong with me to make it a pattern?" hung around to torment me.

I'd be lying if I said it didn't affect my self confidence slightly. While all of my friends were going off on dates and enjoying their partners company, I resigned myself to my work once again. I went out with them and hung out with people, partially hoping to find someone though mostly to be with my friends, yet no one ever appeared. I couldn't fathom the reason for my situation. People were constantly asking my friend out on dates, and yet in my whole life I have never once had anyone show interest in me. The question hung like a think miasma in my brain. The question also found an old ally, the portent I mentioned early.

Recently, this time meant more literally that previously, I went to a flat party with a couple of my friends. There I met the most wonderful person, they matched my passion for my subject with passion for their own. They had the most wonderful way of being in a way I can scarcely describe. We talked for 3 and a half hours uninterrupted in the middle of a deafening party, and we talked like I had never talked to someone before. I, foolishly, wondered if this could be my time? Proof the portent was wrong, proof the question could be disproved; both handwaved away by the logical anhillator of random chance!

This did not end up being the case. They still want to be friends and we are going to meet up soon, but nothing more. This is not an awful conclusion, I am still more than happy to have gained a new friend and one that matches me so well; just in my naivety i hoped for more. This partial rejection didn't fair my thought process too well, with it being a very low day after that.

I have another friend, one who predates any of the friends mentioned above. If they ever needed help I'd raise hell and crack open heaven to do whatever was needed for them. Their university isn't too far from mine and they are in fact dating someone at my university. They were stuggling to find friends at their university so I suggested joining a society that has become the high point of my week at my university. They agreed.

They came and it was wonderful. They enjoyed it massively and I got to introduce them to the wonderful people I'd made friends with and it looks like they'll be coming again. I realised that we'd only ever hung out together before and never in a group setting, this being the first time we'd been in a group together. They made friends with all the people I had to know and I'd not seen them that happy in a long while.

Even more to the point another friend from university turned up at the society with someone they were on a date with! It was wonderful to see my friend so happy.

I don't think I've ever been more happy and content than that evening. The portent and the question no longer mattered and I was happy, in a way no birthday, christmas, gift or occasion had managed to do before.

This got me thinking. Do I need to be in a relationship to be happy? I've spent so long wanting one, wanting that deep connection with someone, that the portent and the question consumed me. I'd like to rexamine the portent however. If were burning my last few days alive to eke out a little bit more, I'd have passion! Whatever I was doing would have to be worth the world to me for me to do that. Would I be happy? Probably not, I'd likely be a bit of a git by that point.

Next lets examine the question again. What's wrong with me? I don't know. It's likely I'll never find out, I'm not a psycologist after all. I'm an engineer, which means I know enough to say that I know nothing at all about the answer to it. However, I simply choose now to not let the answer mean anything. I choose to say that whatever is wrong with me, is me. Not some problem to be fixed, just a thing that is. I chose to make peace with the question and let the answer be whatever it is, if there is an answer to begin with.

So where does this uninterrupted stream of conciousness get us to? Back to the title, do I need to be in a relationship to be happy? My answer currently is a 2 fold no

I don't need to be happy. I get to live a life where everyone around me is happy, and I choose for that to be enough for me. To see my old friend find new friends in the group I've joined, for my new friends to find fulfilling relationships and see everyone I know happy is pleasure enough for me. I sincerly hope that they savour every moment of mundane happiness that I may never experience.

I don't need to be in a relationship. I might end up being a very strange old man some day, but in my isolate tower I will have develop great deal of thoughts on many things. I hope that some day that great deal of thoughts may be enough to help solve some problems, or even help the people I know be happier than they are at the moment.

Only one person I've met at university has used tumblr. They're slightly older than me and have given me advice and time no one else has ever quite been able to get at before, I owe them more than I could ever give them. So if, in the statistically astromical chance, they see this and are able to backsolve from my vagueries, thank you from the bottom of my heart for what you've said. You are one of the kindest and most patient people I've ever met.

All my other friends have never used this place, so they'll never see this. Though I leave this message as a digital mark on the internet. A temporary flash in this unending chromatic abberation we call the chaos of the internet that I hope is somehow remembered. You are all deserving of happiness that can never be matched. You have shown me kindness I am not deserving of and shown me that I am less alone in this world than I thought I was.

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Addendum:

Yes, I am aware a lot of these problems stem from irrationality. The nature of the mind tends towards irrationality in my case despite my best efforts.

I am also aware of the dangers of conflating relationships and happiness, that doesn't change that fact that I still want one and that barring extreme circumstances I think I'd be happier with one.

I am also aware that I am young and inexperienced, but if I stagnate every thought and behaviour I have by saying "this comes from inexperience, I shouldn't do it or think it" then I'll never do or think anything as I'll never be experienced enough to know how to deal with it properly. This whole tale is as much about the question as it is about me growing up.

#thoughts #life #long reads #relationship #happiness #growing up #inexperienced

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