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tianzhan · 8 months

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#𝑻𝑰𝑨𝑵𝒁𝑯𝑨𝑵 : jingliu of hoyoverse's honkai star rail , established august 27th , 2023. as immortalized by 𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒔. southeast asian , they / them pronouns. please be 21+ to interact with me !! minors and personal blogs will be blocked. mutuals exclusive , canon , oc , and duplicate friendly! this blog will contain graphic content of violence , identity , abandonment , motifs of and ideations of death , and will reference chinese folklore and culture. i am unaffiliated with hsr and any of hoyoverse's games. you can also find me on: @zixunsilu !

𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 @boxue , @qiinglong.

𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐒𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐒 ; temper my soul into a blade that will never dull , destruction as salvation , i am the sword / i am the wound , love as the balm and the blade , the bona - fide sinner. i am nobody; i , the cataclysm.

rules below. / i dont want to make a carrd anymore / promo.

i. im going to keep this brief , so. first and foremost , i intend to keep this space as a place where i can chill and have fun. my workload occupies half of my time , so i'm going to be scarce , so this blog will be a PERMANENTLY low activity space tyty. i will be active with communicating , mainly discord. if i follow you , that means i would love to interact with your muses! i just ask that you be patient with me, since i am scarce as is. i don't really care too much about duplicates and i would love to interact with other blade writers , so long as there is respect to each of our portrayals of blade , but i would love to share around ideas too !!

ii. it goes without saying that i'm unaffiliated with the game, so everything of that material is not mine , the lore for ren will mostly be mixed canon, and expanded upon on from leaks, chinese mythos, culture, and item stories. that being said , ren only offers courtesy to people he holds neutral to better regard to , so he will be rude if need be , and awful where the situation begs for it. but most of the time he's quiet. haha lmao... please keep this in mind when interacting with him! therefore , steal from me and ur ass is grass !! psds , writing, etc are mine unless stated otherwise.

iii. this blog will contain references to and explorations of blade's character within the story and elaboration on chinese culture and mythology, my chinese reading level is literally abysmal (cries) so please bare with me! this blog will also contain triggering themes such as, but not limited to: violence , gore , dehumanization , depersonalization , memory loss , sexual themes , and more to be added. triggering material and general content warnings will be tagged as '___ tw' or '___cw'.

iv. do not involve me in any shape or form in your drama. i don't care , don't involve me. i firmly believe that some things can be solved through talking it out in private therefore, i reserve the rights to block as i please. that being said , i will reblog callouts if it does involve someone who brings genuine harm to the community.

v. i don't really care too much about length or formatting. i personally use small font text with minimal editing , as well as icons, but i do occasionally go iconless bc im lazy lmao... just please don't give me something that i'm gonna have to zoom in 500x to read , and just not one sentence LMAO !! basic roleplay etiquette goes, don't godmod my character etc. i generally do not make starter calls since i am terrible at managing them or answering them but i do. sometimes :clown:. but , the best way to start off threads with me is through ask memes! i loove when ask memes are turned into threads, and i do encourage plotting!! my d*sco handle is available if we're mutuals :)

vi. shipping is not a priority but i'm always up for it. it's not on the forefront of my mind , and i'm sure it isn't for you. what happens , happens. that being said , i reserve the right to drop a ship if certain dynamics don't interest me, or make me uncomfortable. but again , i am pretty flexible , i don't mind exploring darker dynamics between our characters. mains are open, and i consider us mains only if we have talked about it! i do not practice character exclusivity unless requested of me, but i do practice ship exclusivity. this means i will not write romantic ships with different writers of the same character if i already have a writing partner designated to that ship.

vii. if you are a multi , please specify a muse if you send in an ask or like starter calls. if you require anything from me in regards to interpretation or clarification , please by all means drop by my IMs and ask me! all in all , have fun and i look forward to writing with you!

#do not interact w this post i will scream and cry

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pariswithay · 6 months

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Rant (work, life, love and friends)

I know I’m healing..after a very catastrophic breakup im healing, I’m going out, I’m learning new things about myself, im doing the work. Breakups are hard I know, but this was my first one and let’s just say it was a disaster. I pictured my breakup with this person to be one where we’d break up, and of course get back together. That’s just how I always pictured us…little did I know there was another person in the picture. Just typing it makes my fingers feel numb and fuzzy. I guess I still have some work to do, but at least now I can talk about it without getting a lump in my throat, at least now I don’t cry myself to sleep every night, at least now I can smile to myself and happily close that chapter of my life. The daydreaming is still there, the what could’ve been scenarios play in my mind sometimes, the memories of family trips to Utah, thinking about the sweet air id feel when we’d all gathered in your family home, us cuddled up in your sheets with your cats, napping, you tagging along with me on my modeling trips, finally sleeping in the same bed. Even writing now I haven’t shed a tear, it’s easier, I wonder what my therapist would say. After all she was the one who forewarned me that this relationship wouldn’t last, that you were the problem, and I accepted my part in the failing of our relationship but have you? I wish I could’ve proved her right, but in a way I’m glad she was right cause deep down I knew it, I didn’t want it to be true but I knew it. I had big plans and you just didn’t fit in those big plans. It was like I was trying to fit a puzzle piece in a space that had a different shape, I just assumed if I kept squeezing it in eventually it would fit. But I learned my lesson.

work

work, that’s just what it’s been for me. I talk to my sister and the way she describes her work, she described it like it’s a passion, I wish to reach that one day. But I’m here stuck to a keyboard and a screen. Saying things like “Goodmorning” “hi” and “how can I help you?” Checking people in, having to listen to pretentious, entitled women tell me how to do my job. A soft “hello, how are you doing?” Being uttered from the few polite clients I come across. A job like this makes one turn into the grinch. Or maybe I’m just being ungrateful, I mean it’s not too bad, the rude customers are far and in between even though there’s plenty. I just don’t feel challenged here anymore, I could strive for sales manager but I don’t want to be committed to that because my career could take off at any minute…right? I don’t even want to be a manger, it’s just not something that interests me, I have these big dreams that don’t involve this job. I just know that what I’m doing now is meant for me and this job isn’t. But I’m just here waiting painfully for my life to begin.

life

life’s been going, my motto is “it is what it is” of course coining that term from one of my best friends, Bree. I don’t know how she means it but for me it means “things aren’t the way I exactly want it but there are good things in my life right now that I should be grateful for and I should just bask in the moment” I’ve always looked at life in a “glass half empty” kind of way and I guess now I think I’m becoming more optimistic. After a rough year, I’m excited to start anew, but also coming to terms with alot of things that have happened over this year as well. Accepting the imperfections of my life, accepting the mistakes I made, the things I’ve let happen and the people I’ve allowed in my life that didn’t make it for the better. I’ve done a lot of thinking, and being the highly anxious person I am, I usually want to run away from my mistakes, a failed relationship, a failed friendship due to my own doings, a failed situationship because I was not yet healed when I pursued it, and struggling with grades in my senior year of college. But rather running away from them, I’ve ran towards them to bare my broken heart, cracked brain and scorched soul for the world to see. I’ve let myself be more vulnerable, I’ve talked things out, I’ve stood up for myself during every one of those situations, I’ve apologized when I knew I was in the wrong, but also stood my ground when I thought something wasn’t right. And honestly I don’t know what I would’ve or could’ve done differently in these situations, I could’ve not responded and let them feel my silence, I could’ve just said “ok” and let them leave and rip my name into shreds, I could’ve begged for forgiveness…but I’m accepting that that’s just not me. I’m someone who needs to get their point across, and when I feel like ignoring someone I’ll do it. But I need to authentically be me and I’m someone who doesn’t shut up, so imma get my point across whether people like it or not. And if this new version of me makes me a bitch, then I’m a bitch, I’ll always strive to be a good person, but if someone just happens to get that bad side of me based on how they’ve treated me then that’s on them. Not me.

love

I wouldn’t call it love. I’ve been taking to two guys and I’ve been out on two dates with one of them. I like him. He’s sweet, funny, intelligent, he’s always down to try new things, he smells nice, he’s really into cars, and he super cute. Only red flag is that he’s a bad communicator over text. I don’t know if it’s because he’s always busy, or if he simply just doesn’t like me like how I like him but he’s such a lagger. Sometimes he won’t text me for a whole day, which is fine we aren’t a couple but geez, it’s the bare minimum. I mean sure he paid for our first two dates, opened doors for me (including the car door), he’s always very sweet to me, is very clingy (which I like), says he doesn’t like pda but when it comes to me he’s always kissing me in public, and he’s a great kisser. So what’s the problem? My friends say he’s not the one for me, because he’s not great with communicating through text but what can I do? I like him but don’t want to scare him off. On the other hand the other guys is great over text he’s always asking about my day, telling me about his, always there to talk with me about something but yet we haven’t met in person yet. (He could be a sucky communicator in person) idk maybe I should just be single…I mean me and the guy haven’t even planned a THIRD date, I’ve been trying but it just seems like he doesn’t want one :/. I guess we’ll see…

friends

friends friends friends….I don’t know where I’d be right now without them. They’re my sisters, my confidants, my therapists, my family. If there’s one thing I’ve learned in my 20 years of living so far, friends and family are the most important people in your life. If you’re lucky enough to have them keep them close and treat them right. I’ve had the pleasure of meeting some pretty great people this year, ones that have gotten me out of some of the darkest corners of my mind, ones that would let me come over in a blink of an eye to rant, cry and complain. I wouldn’t give them up for anything in the world, and i need to be more grateful. I need to do more for the people in my life that have always been there and that will always be there.

anyways, I’m possibly going to New York in January, and let’s just say I’m so excited for this month and the next coming months. I have a good feeling, but knock on wood (I’m not trying to jinx this next year for myself) but I just feel lighter, fuller, less anxious and oddly optimistic. Hopefully New York will be everything i want it to be, I’m going with one of my best friends so we can look at colleges and I’m hoping I can possibly visit my agency while I’m up there!

#shitpost #rant post #lifestyle #life #reality #experience #breakup #heartbreak #working #jobposting #bored #inspiration #university #college #crush #dating

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tinyboxxtink · 2 years

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"Words Fail" *Chapter 11*

Chapter 10

Chapter 12

Holy shit I was not gonna post a chapter tonight, but I couldn't stop writing so here you are!

Just a heads up-- the next chapter will be uh, super steamy, so I hope you appreciate to work and dedication I put into this.

But that's NEXT chapter, here we have some good ol' exposition and drama.

Enjoy!

PS I don't know if there are any errors in here totally, I reread a few times but it's 4 am so please forgive if there are! 🥺

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1 Month Ago

You had just been dropped off in front of “The Massage Parlor,” a place you never thought you’d have to see again. Cassie had asked you to come down because “Daddy” wanted to discuss things with you and couldn’t be seen in public. He would risk it to sabotage your perfect nights of course, but just business? He couldn't be bothered.

So here you were, walking back into the snake’s den after so many months. It was pretty packed with regulars; you were thankful “Vivian” wore a blonde wig in her act, so nobody recognized you.

You walked through the showroom watching a poor girl, probably no older than 15, dancing half naked on-stage. She was totally blitzed out of her mind, they usually had to be to perform “adequately” Meaning, minus the tears and begging for their freedom. You began to have flashbacks of when you were the one up there, or even worse in one of the back rooms giving “private” shows. It made you shudder as you quickened your pace to your father’s office in the back.

“You wanted to see me, daddy?” You asked once you were allowed into his office. Cassie was already there of course, Sitting in a chair in front of the cameras and chomping some bubblegum while she played a game on her phone. Occasionally she’d look up and make sure everyone was “behaving”. She didn’t even acknowledge you when you walked in.

“Is that anyway to greet your father, Y/N?” Johnny frowned at you with his arms open, clearly waiting on a hug. You obliged with a roll of your eyes.

“Hi daddy,” You pecked him on the check before resuming your standing position. “Now what’s up?”

“Well, I think it’s safe to say you’ve been doing an excellent job, angel,” Johnny patted the couch across from his desk for you to sit.

“Those mooks at SVU are just eating up the bullshit you give them, it’s almost pathetic,” He laughed loudly.

“Thank you…?” You once again obeyed but eyed your sister and the “guards” at the door. You really didn’t want to get too comfortable here.

“But now it’s time to discuss the payoff,” He smirked. Your throat ran dry, you heard the two men behind him chuckling evilly; Cassie was suddenly so interested in the conversation she had put her phone down to watch you.

“.... Payoff?” You asked nervously.

“Y’know, the crescendo. The big ‘showdown’,” Johnny made an explosion gesture with his hands.

“I thought we weren’t doing a whole ‘showdown’, daddy,” You protested. “Wasn’t that the whole point of this?!”

“Oh, I know baby girl,” He patted your knee. “It won’t be a showdown with me, it will be a showdown between you and them,”

“W-What?” You could feel the blood draining from your face. “What do you mean about me versus them?”

“Well sweetie, you’ve got a birthday coming up don’t you?” He asked you innocently.

“.... Yeah….?” You asked cautiously.

“And I’m sure your ‘best friend’ here is going to want to throw you the best surprise party ever!” He gestured to Cassie who now looked as shocked as you did.

“Seriously? Dad, I have to--” Cassie started to protest but Johnny put his hand up.

“Chill Cassie, you don’t have to do anything but get those assholes to your apartment,” He assured her without even bothering turning around to face her.

“Great…” She scoffed as she went back to her phone.

“Wait, I don’t--” You started to object but your father cut you off once more.

“So, Cassie will get all of your new friends to the apartment, you’ll show up, you’ll have a nice, civilized dinner, get them all nice and drunk and full, completely vulnerable.” He rubbed his hands together like a cartoon villain as he explained his plan.

“And then you’ll text me once they’re at their weakest and…BAM!” He clapped his hands together loudly.

“Bam?” You looked between him and Cassie worriedly. “What does ‘bam’ mean?”

“Bam! Y’know…” Your father gestured with his hands. “Like, we’ll come in shooting, or a bomb or somethin’,”

“Or SOMETHING?” You stood up, almost screaming. “You don’t even have an ending for your big ‘crescendo’, daddy?”

“Well, I’ll figure out one before your birthday honey, obviously,” He grabbed your arm and pulled you to sit once more. He was doing his best not to go off on you. “I’m not just going to send you in there completely unprotected,”

“Unprotected?!” Cassie scoffed with a roll of her eyes.

“CASS--” Johnny’s voice raised an octave while he clenched his fists.

“Just, go with it, okay?” He gave her the best smile he could muster. This whole new “Anger management” thing was going to be a bitch.

“But daddy, she doesn’t need protection against--” Cassie began to speak.

“No, she won’t,” He cut her off. “Because you’re going to make sure they show up without their guns and bullshit,”

“What?” Cassie blinked in confusion. “How exactly do I bring that up in a casual conversation? ‘Oh, hey I’m throwing this party for my best friend and blah blah blah-- by the way, make sure to NOT bring your weapons!” She laughed sarcastically.

“You’ll figure it out,” Johnny shrugged.

“Just tell ‘em guns freak you out, and you know that cops carry them all the time, and you don’t want that,” One of the guardsmen suddenly piped up.

“Wow Stevie boy, I’m impressed,” Johnny gave him a thumbs up with an approval smile.

“Oh-- thanks boss,” Steve reacted with glee from an ‘attaboy’ from the boss, but quickly pulled himself together when he saw the facial expressions around the room.

“See? There ya go,” Johnny turned back to you and Cassie.

“Whatever,” Cassie rolled her eyes and went back to her phone.

“Daddy, I--” You tried your damndest to gather your thoughts and your voice to articulate actual sentences while your brain was exploding with emotions and panic. “I just don’t know if this will--”

“It will work, Y/N,” Your dad cut you off with a stern voice. “It will work, because otherwise I’ll just have to knock ‘em off one by one separately…starting with that ADA,”

“No!” You slapped your hand over your mouth, but it was for naught as your knee jerk reaction of horror at the threat of Rafael’s life escaped your lips.

“I knew it,” Johnny laughed softly.

“I FUCKING KNEW IT!!!!!” He instantly flipped to rage with a slam of his fist against his desk and hurling his pen over your head at the wall.

“You are in love with that son of a bitch, aren’t you?!”

You looked at him then behind his back at Cassie, who was mouthing “NO”.

“N-No…” Your lip trembled while you looked at the floor.

“Jesus, Y/N,” You could hear Cassie half laugh behind you. “At least try to lie a little better than THAT!”

“Shut up!” Your head popped up as you hissed at your sister.

“Y’know what?” Your dad was back to the eerily calm and chipper voice. “Doesn’t matter. It really doesn’t,”

“It doesn’t?” You blinked blankly.

“It DOESN’T?” Cassie said rather loudly.

“Nope,” He shook his head while he leaned in closer to you and took your head in his hands.

“Because no matter if you do it, or I have to do it myself-- he’s dead either way,” He smirked. “And if you try to run, it’ll make it that much worse baby girl,”

“What about me?” You had a hail Mary of an idea. “Daddy, what about me? Aren’t you constantly saying how much you ‘love’ me? That you wouldn’t want anything to hurt me? This would hurt me!”

“Y/N….” His hands moved to yours, before one went to stroke your cheek lovingly. “I love you-- and your sister,” He quickly glanced back at Cassie who ate up the crumb of love like a rat to cheese.

“I love you more than almost anything,” He went on.

“Almost?” You ask while you moved away from his grasp.

“Revenge is just too sweet of a deal, baby girl,” He smirked. “I want that ADA dead more than I love you,”

“Seriously?” You scoffed in disgust.

“What can I say, Y/N?” He chuckled as he leaned back in his chair. “I am who I am,”

“Yeah, a fucking monster,” You muttered as you stood up to leave.

“EXCUSE ME?” He grabbed your arm, daring you to say that louder.

“Whatever,” You broke free from his grasp before you turned and stormed out of the office and through the club before breaking down into tears under the awning of the front door.

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You started walking down the street away from the club, realizing you had just given up your ride back to your apartment. But you couldn’t go back now, you had made a huge storming out exit. You started to get your phone out to call an Uber, praying to God an Uber would dare to come down here. You were so busy doing that you didn’t notice the SUV pulling up next to you.

“Yo Viv!” A voice nearly made you drop your phone in surprise. You spun around to see Fin in a black SUV right next to you, the passenger seat’s window rolled down.

Shit.

“Oh uh--” You began to panic, running through scenarios of why in God’s name you’d be down here. “Hey…Fin,”

“What are you doing way the hell out here?” He asked the obvious question.

Shit. Think. THINK.

“I could ask you the same thing,” You smiled casually. Yeah sure, flip it. That’ll work.

“We’ve heard some rumblings of a trafficking ring around here,” Fin answered, making your heart drop into your stomach.

“Oh, you mean the club right behind me?” You asked mentally in your head, wanting to turn and run right there and then.

“Oh, um I don’t--” You nervously played with your hair. “I haven’t heard anything about that, and I have plenty of friends here,”

“You?” Fin asked curiously. “You have friends in this neighborhood?”

“Oh yeah, Tucker’s brother was actually my stepdad,” The words just flew out of your mouth. “Before that we were pretty bad off,”

“Oh,” Fin glanced off into the distance as if he was trying to figure out how that was possible.

“Hey, do you think I could get a ride back to the Bronx?” You quickly interrupted his wheels turning by just letting yourself into the car and into the passenger’s seat before he could object.

“Oh um--” Fin was taken aback by you just hopping on in his SUV, but he rolled with it. “Yeah, sure,”

You were grateful “The Massage Parlor” didn’t exactly have a neon sign on the front door. Just a purple and gold awning on a seemingly “abandoned” building. Only people who knew it existed would even bother checking it out.

“Damn I really thought we had something down here,” Fin sighed as the car passed right by your father’s establishment.

“Oh well,” You shrugged. “I’m sure you’ll figure it out. You’re a great cop,”

Good, stroke his ego. Throw him off your scent.

“Well, you’re a good temp,” He smirked back while ruffling your hair like a kid.

“Thanks,” You rolled your eyes while you fixed your now messy hair.

“I’m just givin’ you shit, girl,” He winked while he drove. “You really are a nice addition to the office,”

“Oh, thank you,” You nodded awkwardly, not really sure what to say to that.

“And a nice addition to the family,” He added with another wink and a pat on your knee.

There it was. There was that nice little reminder. Another notch in the ol’ guilt belt.

“Oh,” You nodded even more awkwardly, anxious to change the subject but Fin kept talking.

“Y’know I gotta tell ya, I’ve known Olivia for a LONG time,” He turned to you while you waited at a stop light. “And I haven’t seen her this happy in a long, LONG time,”

Oh God.

“Oh that’s…sweet,” You did your best to keep a smile on, and prayed to God he didn’t notice you screaming behind your eyes.

“And Barba,” He added even more.

Oh God. No. Please don’t.

“Granted I haven’t known him as long, but I don’t think I’ve EVER seen him as happy as he is now,” He turned back to the road, letting you drop your physical act.

Your face dropped as you instantly turned to face the window; your eyes quickly welled up with tears at the thought of Rafael never being happy before he met you. And how much more unhappy he would be when all of this came crashing down.

“Oh I--” You coughed and cleared your throat of tears, praying his attention was on the road. “I doubt that”

“I don’t know Viv,” Fin chuckled. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but Barba-- he hates people,”

“Really? I had no idea,” You had to laugh at that comment; it was too true.

“But seriously--” He stopped at a light once more and turned to face you. Luckily you had pulled yourself together.

“I don’t think our family was complete until you stumbled into our lives,” He gave you a genuine smile, while a stabbing pain of guilt ran through your chest.

“Oh that’s--” You stammered once more, willing the tears to stay in your body. “I’m sure that’s not true, you all are so close. I’m just some rando off the street--” You tried to laugh it off, but Fin stopped you.

“You are no rando, I promise you that,” He took your hand and gave you another smile.

This whole situation was completely throwing you off. You had literally never seen Fin smile so broadly and so much in one conversation. He was usually Mr. Cool and Collected. The sheer act of him being so sentimental towards you was ripping your heart to shreds.

Your dad’s words were ringing in your ear: “And then you’ll text me once they’re at their weakest and…BAM!”

“NO!” You suddenly screamed as if you were right next to him. The outburst made Fin screech to a stop, knocking the two of you around a bit and a lot of angry honking behind you.

“What the hell Viv?” He raised his voice. Not yelling, he didn’t want to yell at you. Like you were such a fragile little flower.

“I’m-- I’m sorry,” You gasped, your breaths short as you began to really panic. You couldn’t think of a lie for that little freakout, you had to get out of there.

“I think I can walk the rest of the way, thanks Fin,” You mumbled nervously as you jumped out of the SUV and started walking away.

You were lucky you were already back in Manhattan, if this had happened on the freeway you would have-- well, you probably would have done it anyway.

“Viv, you can’t walk all the way back in this weather!” Fin followed closely behind you with the window rolled down as he gestured towards the sky.

“Oh no, I’m fine. The cold doesn’t bother me,” You lied, hoping he didn’t notice your teeth chattering. Okay, so it was January in New York. You had lived on the streets for God’s sake, a little walk wouldn’t kill you. But you couldn’t say that.

“Just-- Just tell me what I did to offend you,” He pleaded, making you stop and turn to him.

“You didn’t do anything Fin, it’s me. It’s all me,” You tried not to cry, afraid the tears would freeze to your cheek.

“Well Then tell me what I did that made you wanna freeze to death rather than sit in a car with me! Do I smell that bad?” His question made you laugh. “Now come on, get your ass back in here,”

You couldn’t think of any other reason not to, so you did what he said and got back in the car.

“Jesus woman,” He shook his head with a laugh. “Do you know what Barba would do to me if I let his girl die?”

“His girl?” You chuckled.

“Sorry, girlfriend. Partner. Lover. I don’t know what you crazy kids use anymore,” He laughed again.

“No no,” You waved your hands.

“It’s not-- I just-- I’ve never been someone’s ‘girl’,” you said the last word with a smile. You liked it. You liked being Rafael’s ‘girl’. You liked being his, period.

“So, are you gonna tell me what that was about?” Fin asked as he continued to drive.

“...Can we just pretend it didn’t happen?” You looked at him with pleading eyes.

“...Sure, I guess,” Fin raised an eyebrow suspiciously, but he didn’t want to risk you taking off again, so he let it go.

“I’m going back to the station though, you wanna come with?”

“Sure,” You nodded with a smile. You actually didn’t want to go back to your apartment yet. If Cassie was back, she’d give you hell for leaving your dad to have a temper tantrum that he most likely took out on her.

When you reached the station and FIn had parked, the two of you walked up the steps and into the building towards the SVU Unit where the whole squad was waiting, Rafael included.

“What’s this now?” Rafael raised an eyebrow as he walked over to you, putting an arm around you possessively. “Tutuola, are you trying to steal my girl?”

“Wow,” Fin laughed along with the rest of the squad, causing Rafael to look at you with confusion.

“Sorry, just-- you can’t pull that off, Barba,” Fin laughed at the middle-aged lawyer trying to pull off a “steal yo girl”.

“Pull what off?” Rafael was older than you thought, the meme joke flew right over his head.

“Nothing, baby,” You chuckled before giving him a small kiss. “And no worries, I love being ‘your’ girl,”

“Mmmm I like it too, carino,” He practically purred, all thoughts of the last 30 seconds washed away from that kiss.

“Get a room!” Sonny yelled across the squad room jokingly, making the whole squad laugh once more.

“Gladly,” Rafael picked you up and started carrying you down the hall.

“Raffi!!!” You squealed. “Not in the squad room!”

“Who said anything about a squad room, baby?” He growled seductively, carrying you out of the building while he ordered an Uber on his phone.

“I’m taking you home,” He put you down and grabbed you in another kiss. “I had an excellent case outcome today and I want to celebrate,” He grinned at you.

“Aw, Raff--”

“In every room of my apartment,” He added with a devilish grin.

“RAFFI!!!” You squeal giggled again once more as he covered you in kisses.

All thoughts of your father and Cassie were suddenly far, far away….

#rafael barba imagine #rafael barba x reader #rafael barba x you #rafael barba #raul esparza #law and order svu #law and order svu fanfiction #law and order special victims unit #rafael barba fanfiction

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psych0-str1ngs · 2 years

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Catboy- Olli Matela x M!reader

Authors Note: I promised my friend a long long time ago that'd I write something for him, but then stuff happened... this was like 5 months ago 💀

Tag List: @matelas (lmk if anyone else wants to be tagged in male readers.)

Description: The reader buys his best friend a catboy outfit as a joke and well... I let you read this....

Warnings: Cussing. That's it.

I breathed heavily as I ran down the hallway quickly to reach my friend's door. Once I reached it, I knocked. A moment later, the door opens a slit,

"Go away I do not want your girl sco- Oh hey Y/n," He said.

"Open the door bitch I'm coming in," I said gripping the bag in my hand tightly.

Olli opens the door wide and holds his arm out, welcoming me. I walk to the dining room table and set down the big paper bag. I smile and turn to him.

"Awh a present for me? " His hand tries to grab the bag. I smack it away.

"No no. Let me get it," I smirk deviously.

I turn to the bag, grabbing the contents inside.

"close your eyes" I say over my shoulder.

He closed them and held his hands out. I first pull out the pastel pink maid outfit. I carefully set the outfit down in his hands. He opens them and immediately laughs.

"You're joking right?" He snorts.

"Nope," I smile.

I turn back around and grab the tail and ears. I hold them and laugh loudly.

"I am very confused y/n," His eyebrows furrowed a tad "What is this for?"

"Remember that one time you made me wear a stripper outfit?" I make him think "Well this is payback bitch."

I laugh.

"Well fuck I was hoping you wouldn't remember," he sighs.

"Yeah well I did, go put this on catboy," I laugh loudly.

"Fine but no pictures," he rolls his eyes.

He takes the items and goes into the bathroom. I sit on the white couch and look on instagram while he changes. A few minutes later he comes out, pouting.

"I hate you," He sighs.

I laugh out, going into the camera app and snapping a photo.

"NO DELETE THAT." He runs towards me.

I get up and jump of the back of the couch, giggling, running to his room. I hold my phone tightly. Olli running after me. I look back and laugh. I jump on his bed and stand up, holding the phone high above my head. He jumps on the bed as well and tackles me down.

All of sudden, he is on top of me, trying to pry the phone out of my hands.

"LET IT GO!" He yells.

"NEVER" I yell back.

He snatches the phone from me and unlocks it. He deletes the picture and throws my phone on the floor.

He looks me in my eyes, and I realize how awkward this situation was. I blush slightly, and look away. Both of us are breathing heavily.

"Y/n..." He says quietly.

"Yeah?" I reply back, looking back at him.

Is he blushing?

"Can I kiss you?" He asked.

"what?" I asked.

"Can I kiss you?" He repeated.

"yes" I say.

He grabs my chin lightly and leans down, his breath fanning against my lips, then he sets his on mine. It was like an explosion. I kissed back immediately. I finally got the guy I had been crushing on for such a long time. When we pull away, we hold eye contact for a moment.

"Be my boyfriend Olli," I blurt out.

"Sure," He gets up from his spot on my stomach.

"Wait really?!" I sit up quickly.

"Well obviously" He chuckles. "Now, I'll be back, I'm gonna go change."

He walks into the bathroom. I grab one of his pillows and scream into it. I was so excited, i could barely contain it. I finally got Olli.....

The end. Ik this kinda sucks but enjoy :)

#Olli matela x reader #Male reader #Blind Channel #Blind channel x reader

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tsarisfanfiction · 3 years

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Number 22 - Alan and Scott

Wisdom

Fandom: Thunderbirds Rating: Gen Genres: Family, Hurt/Comfort Characters: Alan, Scott, Virgil, Gordon

Scott kept rubbing at his jaw, even though he insisted he was fine. Alan decided a second opinion was in order. @sicktember prompt 22: Toothache

Sicktember 2021 Prompts - I only plan on writing prompts if I get a request for them, so request away :D Doesn’t have to be TAG - characters from any fandom can be requested (although I can only guarantee I’ll work with ones I know)

(It's been a busy couple of days for me - I'll return to angstember tomorrow!)

Scott wasn’t listening to him. Alan, newly thirteen and ecstatic about the flying lessons he’d finally been allowed to have, didn’t like that at all. He was also confused – surely, out of all his brothers, Scott wouldn’t mind him reciting what he’d learnt, even if he’d also been the one to teach him in the first place?

His biggest brother zoning out when he was talking about flying was just plain bizarre.

“Sco-ott!” he complained loudly, crossing his arms and jutting out his lower lip. “You’re not listening.”

“Huh?” Scott blinked down at him, rubbing the side of his jaw with the heel of his palm. He’d been doing that a lot lately. “Sorry, Alan, what was that?”

Alan huffed, and let his lower lip extend further. “You’re. Not. Listening, Scotty. I was just saying how the plane…” He trailed off again as Scott’s eyes unfocused.

He was still rubbing his jaw, and Alan thought he saw a wince as well.

“Scott?” Was there something wrong with his brother?

“Hmm?” Blue eyes focused on him again, surveying him with confusion. “Something wrong, Alan?”

“You keep rubbing your jaw,” Alan pointed out. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, Alan.” Scott grinned reassuringly at him. It would have been more effective if his palm wasn’t still rubbing against the side of his jaw, just below the ear.

If Scott was fine he wouldn’t be zoning out. Alan pouted at him again, wishing his brothers wouldn’t try and lie to him about that sort of thing. “I’ll call Virgil,” he threatened. “Or Grandma.”

Scott sighed. “I’m honestly fine, Alan,” he insisted. “Nothing’s wrong – just a wisdom tooth coming through.”

Alan had heard about wisdom teeth. Evil things, Gordon had whispered to him once. They caused problems more often than not, some of them serious, and often needed to be taken out. How Gordon knew so much about them when he, too, wasn’t old enough to have any, Alan wasn’t sure, but the way Scott seemed so distracted by it suggested that Gordon was right.

“Do you need to go to the dentist?” he asked, leaning forwards to peer at Scott’s mouth in case he could see the offending tooth if he looked hard enough. “Will it have to be pulled out? Is it infected? What if-”

“Where did you hear all that?” Scott interrupted him, sounding amused. “There’s nothing wrong, Alan.”

“How can you be so sure?” he demanded. “Gordon said-”

“Ah.” Scott rolled his eyes, but he was smiling while he did it. “Gordon did, did he? I thought you knew better than to believe everything he comes out with nowadays?”

“Of course I do!” Alan insisted. “But it’s hurting you, Scotty.”

“Teeth coming in for the first time normally do,” Scott pointed out. “There’s no milk tooth to guide the way, so wisdom teeth have to push through the gums by themselves.”

Alan hummed, unconvinced. “How do you know it’s fine?” he demanded. “What if you think it is but it isn’t?”

“Experience, mostly,” Scott shrugged, ruffling his hair with the hand not rubbing his jaw. “This is the last one, and the other three were just the same.”

“But…” Alan started. “How do you know it’s not different this time?”

“I just do, sprout.”

A few years ago, that would’ve been enough to convince Alan. After all, it was Scott and Scott knew what he was talking about.

Alan had seen Virgil and Grandma – and even John, sometimes – scold Scott about not taking pain seriously enough many times over the past couple of years. Definitely enough times to realise that when it came to himself, Scott was not always right.

“I’m asking Virgil,” he declared, turning away and starting to head towards the hangars, where he was sure he’d find the brother in question. Behind him, Scott sighed.

“That’s really not necessary, Alan,” he protested. It was only half-hearted, though, because he didn’t stop him. In fact, Alan heard him follow him all the way down.

Virgil was with Gordon in Module Four, tinkering with Thunderbird Four. Alan made a beeline straight for him.

“Hey, Al,” his middle brother said, noticing him. “Hey, Scott. What’s up?”

“Virgil,” Alan pounced, before Scott could say anything. “Scott’s got a wisdom tooth coming in and he says it’s fine, but it’s hurting him!”

“A wisdom tooth?” Gordon interjected, eyes wide. “Oh, no! Quick, Virge – we gotta do something -ow!”

Virgil lowered his hand after cuffing Gordon lightly. “I know, Alan. It’s all fine – we x-rayed it a few days ago and there’s nothing wrong.”

“But it’s hurting him!” Alan insisted, jabbing his finger back at Scott, who was once again rubbing his jaw. “How is that fine?” Scott hadn’t mentioned any x-rays, either.

“That’s just how it goes,” Virgil sighed. “We’ve probably all got that coming – I know John’s had two erupt so far.” He paused, as though something had just occurred to him. “Scott, you are taking those painkillers Grandma told you to, aren’t you?”

Alan looked back at his eldest brother in time to see him roll his eyes. “It’s just a little bit of pain, it’s fine,” Scott dismissed.

“Scott,” Virgil growled, before shaking his head with a sigh. “I honestly don’t know why I expected any differently.” He looked down at his hands, which Alan noticed were smeared with some sort of oil, and then up at the submarine next to them. Gordon was unusually quiet, looking between their elder brothers, and sparing Alan a brief glance and grin. “Hey, Alan?”

“Yeah?” he asked, snapping his attention back to Virgil.

“Do me a favour, would you?” his brother asked. “Go to the infirmary and pick up the painkillers with “Scott Use These” written on them and make sure he takes a dose.”

“That’s not-”

“Sure!” Alan cut off the protest from the brother in question with a grin, pleased that he wasn’t overreacting and that going to Virgil had been necessary. “Come on, Scotty.”

He grabbed his brother’s wrist and yanked impatiently when Scott didn’t immediately move to follow.

“I don’t need-”

“Scott, if you don’t go with Alan I’m calling Grandma,” Virgil interrupted. “Painkillers. Go.”

Alan tugged again and Scott reluctantly moved. “See you later!” he chirped to the two brothers still doing maintenance.

“Make sure his teeth don’t need to be pulled out!” Gordon called in response, only to be cuffed again.

“Thanks, Alan,” Virgil responded. “Let me know if he gives you any trouble.”

“I will!”

“This is unnecessary,” Scott protested as Alan led him along. “It’s just an erupting tooth.” Still, despite his grumbles, he didn’t pull away and permitted Alan to tug him into the infirmary, even caving when he pushed him to sit down.

The box was easy enough to find, unopened on one of the sideboards. Alan snatched it up and, after reading the instructions, grabbed a glass of water before heading back to Scott and pushing both things into his hands.

“Take them,” he insisted. Scott sighed but obeyed.

“I really don’t need it,” he muttered once the dose was swallowed down. “It’s nothing I can’t handle.”

Alan pouted as he set the painkillers and drained glass to one side, before grabbing his brother in a hug, squeezing his ribs as tightly as possible.

“Al-?”

“I don’t like it when you’re in pain,” he mumbled into Scott’s chest. “So please keep taking the painkillers, Scotty.”

“Oh.” The noise was soft, and a little surprised. Warm, strong arms wrapped around Alan firmly. “Sorry, Alan. I didn’t realise.”

“Stupid,” Alan muttered, squeezing as hard as he could and feeling Scott’s chest judder. “Of course I don’t like it.” There was nothing to like about a brother in pain.

“How about you remind me to take them?” Scott suggested, as his chin came down to rest on top of Alan’s head. “That way I don’t forget and you know I’m fine.”

Alan nodded his head vigorously against the blue shirt, feeling the fabric bunch up with the movement. Being in charge of Scott’s painkillers was an important job, and being trusted with that made something in his chest go warm and fuzzy. “Sure, Scotty. You can count on me!”

Scott chuckled lightly.

“I never thought otherwise.”

#sicktember2021 #thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds are go fanfiction #tsari writes fanfiction #alan tracy #scott tracy #virgil tracy #gordon tracy #thunderfluff #burningcowboyhoagietaco #sicktember

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everyhowlmarksthedead · 4 years

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❛ DOUBLE DATE? ❜

with Ezekiel ‘EZ’ Reyes.

Request: This isn’t a Nestor one but how about one where I am friends with the guys in the MC I like EZ but I know he is hung up on Emily. I get a new best friend from work and talk about him all the time (he is gay) and EZ starts getting jealous and flips when I bring him with me to a club party. Ez gets angrier and angrier because we are hanging out dancing etc until bff husband comes to pick him up back early from a business trip.

BY @cherieann-2001

Warnings: none.

Word count: about 1.3k

Aurora says: this writing hasn't been edited, you may find some grammar mistakes, I'm sorry about that!

Gif credits: to the author

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“Why don't you have a date with him?”

The question makes you drown with a sip from your beer, frowning at EZ in front of you, inside the Mayans bar.

“Bring him tonight to the party”.

Narrowing your eyes, you notice the jealousy in his voice, raising your chin with a proud gesture. Nodding then, you take your phone to write to your partner in crime. He will be delighted to help you to make EZ's jealous stay at float.

You have chosen your best dress. A short one, over your knees, with fine stripes and a squared but pronounced neckline. Black, like your chunky heels. You're stunning, with your hair falling behind your shoulders and a light make up on point. Spreading on your neck the Hugo Boss perfume, you have a last look in the mirror. Simply perfect. Hearing the claxons sounding outside, you know that your best friend is already there.

Reaching the crowded yard, with a high five before joining the party, you walk through it holding his right arms with yours. Ezekiel didn't think that you could be capable of bringing him, but at least he knows how to behave, narrowing his hand as soon as your co-worker offers to him. And then, after introducing him to the crew, you walk to the bar to grab some beers. The mischief has begun.

You two dance too close. So close that there isn't any distance between both, drinking from the same bottle, laughing and feigning that you are flirting. What EZ doesn't know is the fact that your best friend is gay, and married. And even if you only have one hour to make him feel jealous, until he recognizes his feelings for you, it's more than enough. After this time, your friend has to drive to the airport in San Diego to pick up his husband, from a plane from New York where he has been attending a seminar.

Sideways, you can see Ezekiel serving drinks to the other Mayans, but feeling the burn inside his veins believing he has lost the boat straight to you. And you feel somewhat bad, but you have been throwing him indirects about what you feel for too long. So, this is the last option you have. And when you think that the plan can't work better, your partner in crime has a new idea.

“Ezekiel, right?” He asks walking towards the bar, leaning over it, while you feign to be talking with Coco. He knows what you are doing. “Give one more beer, please”.

He nods in silence, not falling into his taunting.

“She is beautiful, don't you think? Like an angel”. Your friend says then, trying to tease him.

“Yeah, she is”.

“I hope she's not single for much longer, you know what I mean”.

“Yeah, and I hope you don't hurt her”.

“Me? I couldn't, big guy”. He laughs, grabbing the drink, to give him his back.

Your friend blinks you an eye, putting an arm over your shoulders.

“Job done, sweetheart. I have to go, but, call me tomorrow if you're still alive. Did you see the size of his arms?”

Kissing the tip of your nose, he pokes it before leaving you there with Coco.

“Mami, you're gonna burn into hell”.

“Yes, probably. Who knows?”

The next part of the plan, and the final one, is play the innocent card. Ezekiel is pretty smart, but so predictable. Putting your dress on well, you go into the clubhouse. Your heels lead the way to the bathroom, getting locked inside it to retouch your makeup, taking your time. You're not in a hurry. Checking some emails on your phone, you try to desperate the prospect at the other side of the door. Being conscious that he is already waiting for an explanation. Keeping your stuff in the small bag, to hang it from a shoulder, you are about to walk outside of the bathroom when you almost collide with him.

“Jesus Christ, Zeke… You scared me!” That was a bad line, but effective.

“Yeah, sorry 'bout that”.

“Need something, ah?”

“Why the hell you brought your fuck boy to the party?”

“Sorry…?”

He doesn't repeat it again. Crossing your arms over your chest, you frown.

“You told me to bring him”.

“I wasn't being serious”.

“Why you care?”

“Mayans business, maybe? Do you think this is a disco club?”

Rolling your eyes, you place a hand on his abdomen to push him away, not letting him see that you're winning the game.

“Don't be a dick, Zeke. That's your brother's shit”.

“You are being a dick, not me. Bringing… this fucking guy here. What were you pretending?”

“Have a date?”

“With that guy? Nah. You're fucking kidding me. That's not your type”.

“Oh, wait. I didn't know that you know my type more than I do. Surprise me, oh, voice of wisdom”.

He doesn't reply, frowning and placing his hands on the folds of his kutte.

“Yeah, that's what I thought”.

Giving him your back, you continue checking your mails on your phone, while crossing the hallway to the living room of the clubhouse.

“I like you”. His voice sounds like a shy whisper, but the fact is that he has his eyes fixed on you. “You're not like… these girls walking around here all the time. You… are intelligent, you have… ambitions, inquisitiveness. And shit… Shit, you smell so good. Is like I have your smell stuck in my fucking lungs the whole day, just with smelling it once”.

His puppy eyes are melting your heart, seeing how he feels so miserable thinking he has lost you because of his incapacity of talking about the feelings he has for you.

“He looks like a good guy, but… if one day you need someone to break his legs, just call me”.

That makes you laugh, even if he's talking seriously. Taking some steps next to him, with your hands tangled behind your back, you lean forward a little.

“Do you wanna know something?” Waiting him for a nod, you take another step. “He is gay. And he's also happily married to another of my best friends”.

“Tell me you didn't play the fucking game of pu—”.

“I did, Zeke. See? You're not the smartest in this clubhouse”.

“So you ar—”.

“No, he's just my friend. But I was serious with the part of having a date. But my date is still working, so I have to wait for him”.

He just chuckles, with that kind of smile that could stop a damn world war.

“We're not having a date”. He says then, coming closer to you.

“Aren't we?”

“Not tonight. I don't want our first date to happen here”.

“Aw, look at you… The romantic Reyes”.

“More than my brother? Yeah”. He laughs this time, surrounding you with both arms as you place your hands on his chest. “If I see you again dancing too close with anyone, I'm gonna burn down this place”.

“That doesn't sound too bad… You will finish working sooner, then”.

Before you can continue talking, his lips are already pressing your with a gentle and lovely gesture, that gives you some nice chills down to your backbone. Raising your fingers to the back of his head, you deep your tongue in his mouth, to fight his, but taking your time to enjoy a kiss that you have been desiring for too long.

“Hey, boy sco—OH, SHIT, FINALLY”.

Turning at Angel, you find him freaking out. Hands on top of his head, widened eyes and his mouth dropping to the floor.

“DAMN, I THOUGHT IT WOULD NEVER HAPPEN”.

Now his hands go to cover his mouth, hiding a proud smile and making you laugh.

“Nah, whatever, I cover your ass at the bar”.

“Yeah, give me just two minutes more”.

He leaves you walking backwards, facing you and making some dirty gestures with his fingers, before pointing at his brother's arms to highlight their size.

“ANGEL!” You yell laughing, trying to hide against EZ's chest.

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xchojin · 3 years

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Hero

A prince from the Galaxy Kalacatin is forced to leave his home planet of Xcojhn. He seeks refuge, along with his sister, from a planet galaxies away from his family. While he seeks acceptance from this refugee planet. He befriends a farm family who agrees to help house him and his sister, until he is able to find a way back home. Will he be able to rescue his family, from the Emocjhnites who have taken his people, the Fremjahnchor, prisoner?

Pronunciation Guide

Kalacatin - Ka-lack-a-tin Xcojhn - sco-jin Fremjahnchor - frem-jahn-chor (sound it out) Emocjhnite - emoc-jin-ite Mijhan - Me-han Kremenevka - Krem-nev-kaa

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This is a story that I started writing a while ago. I am beginning to rework it and make more chapters. I’m hoping some people here on Tumblr might appreciate it. Thanks for your time! If you have ideas of additional tags that I can use, please let me know!

Chapter One

#writing wip #space story #Xchojin #original story #hero story #Thalkon Roiy Denn #Thalkon #Thalkon Denn

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buckysbitch107 · 4 years

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Chris Evans with a girlfriend that has a really bad stutter like me. Like it may take about 5 mins for me to get a full sentence out. Thank you!

Sentences | Chris Evans x Reader

Summary: Yes, you have a stutter. So what? Just because it takes a little longer for you to say a full sentence, doesn’t mean people need to be rude. Chris has always been the person you go to when you feel down or insecure, even before the two of you started dating. So when an interviewer asks a question that hits a little too close to home, Chris is right there to defend you.

Warnings: SWEARING, Angry Chris, A Small Bit of Fighting, Little bit of fluff at the end

Word Count: 1.5K

A/N: This is my first time writing a stutter, so I hope I got at least some of it right! The person I used as a reference was Drew Lynch (One of my favorite comedians). I know there are different types of stutters, but his is the one I was most confident writing. I’m aware there are a lot of dashes in the dialogue. That’s the way I write stutters. I really hope you enjoy this one! Sorry if it’s bad or inaccurate!

“Thank-thank you M-Mr. Evans. I’ll see you tom-tom-tom-tomorrow.” You speak, pacing back and forth in your hotel room as your best friend sits on the bed. Her eyes widen as you end the phone call, dropping your phone on the bed before moving your head to look at her.

“And?”

“I go-go-got the-the pa-part.” You whisper, looking up at her with a surprised look on your face.

~~~

“Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god, oh my god.” You mumble to yourself, pacing back and forth in the dressing room. You just finished up the last scene of the day, a very important scene. The kiss scene. It was going great, and then the next part of the script came up. The part that had Chris’s character, Nick, step closer to yours and take your face in his hands before leaning in and kissing you. The part that the two of you did perfectly. It felt so real… almost too real, and Chris hasn’t talked to you since that scene unless it was for acting purposes. You continue to ramble random points to yourself until a knock sounds at the door, distracting you for a bit. “Come in!”

“Hey, I heard you- oh my god what happened?” Scott asks, closing the door behind him as he steps inside. You turn towards him and sigh, your hands still doing the weird flappy thing they did whenever you got anxious.

“We-We did the-the-the, the scene.”

“What? What sce- oh. OH. OH MY GOD! THAT SCENE?!”

“Yes, that sce-scene!” You exclaim, continuing to pace back and forth.

“I know this is gonna sound weird. But thoughts?” You turn to look at him, the look on your face making him unconsciously take a step back. Your face remains in a state of rage until you actually begin to survey your own thoughts, and your face drops.

“It-It was-s great. Dammit, Sco-ott! It fe-fe-felt so-so real!” Your hands migrate to your forehead, pushing your hair back before running to sit on the back of your neck.

“Well, why don’t you ask him?”

“He’s-he’s been av-avo-avoiding me all d-ay.” More tears stream down your face as you continue to hyperventilate. You wouldn’t usually react like this, but the biggest crush you’d ever had in your entire life was possibly rejecting you, and you couldn’t even talk to him about it.

“I’ll go talk to him. Why don’t you grab a bottle of water while I go find him, okay?” You nod as Scott gestures to the minifridge in your dressing room. He walks out and you sigh, grabbing the water and chugging most of it. Meanwhile, Scott wanders around the set, looking for his younger brother. He finds him soon enough, talking with a coworker about something to do with directing. Scott motions to his brother and Chris nods, finishing up his conversation before walking over to his sibling.

“Yeah?" Chris asks, putting his hands in his pockets.

“You need to talk to Y/N.”

“Why? Is something wrong?”

“She thinks you don't like her.”

“What? What do you mean? Of course I like- oh. OH!”

“Yeah. Now please go fix it before she digs a hole in the ground by pacing that much.” Chris’s eyes widen a little more before he nods, running off in the direction of your dressing room.

~~~

“Oh go-go-god, you were ho-ho-hori-horrible at playing that-that trumpet.” You giggle, trying not to pee yourself in the passenger seat of Chris’s car. The man next to you scoffs, rolling his eyes as he turns the steering wheel.

“I wasn’t that bad, was I?”

“You-you-you-you sounded like a, like a, like a dying pi-pi-pig.” You continue to laugh in your seat as he pulls the car into an empty parking spot.

“That’s a little harsh.” He responds, turning his head to glare at you playfully, resting his hand on your thigh.

“I had-had to p-p-p-play it for-for-for you.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” Chris turns off the car and leans over, pressing a kiss to your cheek before opening his door and stepping out. You open your door and step out as well, Chris walking around the car to grab your hand. He links your hand with his and slowly pulls you along, walking to two of you into the shooting studio. As the two of you enter, the studio’s cat steps into your line of vision. You gasp quietly, picking up the tabby before sitting in a chair behind the camera, set up on the small couch with some snacks and the cat. You barely pay attention as Chris sits down in the interview chair and the cameras start rolling, too distracted by the cat sitting in your lap. Zoning out, you don’t pay attention to any of the questions until you hear your name come into the mix.

“Now you met your wife on the set of Before We Go. Was it hard to make her stutter a part of the character?” Jason Nichols questions.

“Most people assume that it would be hard to incorporate a stutter into a character, but Y/N was actually super flexible and would sometimes even ask if we could do some more takes because she didn’t like the one we had. It was amazing what she did to make the movie an even bigger success.” Chris answers, causing a small smile to rest on your face.

“Now there are many eligible women in Hollywood, so why Y/N?”

“Excuse me?”

“I mean, she’s already paid less than you, and I don’t imagine that stutter of hers makes it any easier to land roles. I would have imagined you would go for someone in your pay grade.” Ouch.

“Alright, we’re done here.” Chris says, cutting the interview short by standing up from his chair. They quickly cut the cameras as your husband nods to you, telling you to pack up.

“I’m just saying-”

“You aren’t saying anything.” You can visibly see Chris getting more pissed off by the second. You try to pull him away from the scene, but the interviewer keeps trying to insult you. It’s all a blur before Chris finally snaps, punching the interviewer and knocking him to the floor before storming out of the studio.

“I-I am so-so-so sorry.” You whisper to one of the producers. She brushes it off with a quick “he deserved that.” before walking over to the interviewer and talking his ear off as she hands him a couple of tissues. You stand there silently, wondering what you should do when one of the producer’s assistants ushers you out.

“It’ll be fine! We’ll call back to see if Chris wants to reschedule, with a different interviewer of course.”

“T-Thank yo-u.” You whisper, offering him a small smile before walking over to your car, your fuming husband sitting in the driver’s seat.

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“Darling? What’s wrong?” Chris asks, standing in the doorway of your bedroom, his bandaged hand brushing up against the door frame. You look up from your spot on the bed, giving him a small “mm” before looking back at your latest read. “Okay, what is up with you?”

“No-othing.” You mumble.

“Well it’s obviously something. You’ve barely said a word since the interview and you didn't even finish your dinner! Did, did I go too far at the interview?”

“W-What?! No-o! Not at-at all! It’s ju-ust-”

“Just what?”

“Do you-you think Nich-ichols was-was righ-t?” You question, finally deciding to look up at your husband. The look of confusion on his face would have made you laugh if your heart wasn’t silently ripping apart in your chest.

“What?! Of course not Y/N!” He exclaims, taking a mere four steps across the room to sit in front of you, Chris quickly taking your hands into his. “Why would you ever think that?”

“I-I don’t kn-kn-know…” You’re about to continue speaking when Chris starts moving, and it’s only a quick second before your husband has you sitting in his lap with his arms wrapped around you.

“Everything that man said today was bullshit Y/N. I chose you for so many reasons, and I don’t regret a thing, you understand?” You nod, slowly tucking your face into the crook of his neck. “I love you. So damn much baby.”

“I lo-ove you t-too.” Chris smiles at you once again before softly kissing you, pulling back just slightly to look at you.

“Why don’t we head to bed? It’s been a long day.” You nod and Chris stands up, walking out to call Dodger into bed and returning quickly with the dog and his lion. The two of you were already in your pajamas, having decided to change when you got home. Chris turns off the lights and slips into bed next to you, his arm immediately taking its designated place on your side. You cuddle into him and sigh, feeling comforted by your husband. Dodger sits on the edge of the bed, laying almost all the way over Chris’ feet. The three of you fall asleep like that, the hours before having worn you out, finally feeling at peace.

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andrea-lyn · 2 years

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I posted 1,338 times in 2021

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it took him a while, but michael guerin finally found his forever home, huh

76 notes • Posted 2021-09-28 02:50:50 GMT

Okay, let’s do morning thoughts on Nate, specifically after this last episode:

First and foremost, I don’t think the narrative is asking us to root for him. If anything, they are bringing up the fact that he is not to be rooted for by giving us a sympathetic ‘done nothing wrong’ character in Will to show that this is bad, this is not what we want.

That said, I love that Ted Lasso and its writers lets its characters have shades of gray so much. I think what this episode tells me is that Nate is desperate for extrinsic approval because he’s too insecure to have his own self-motivation/self-confidence. Again, this is not to excuse him, but we see the blocks of not getting approval (father), getting insufficient approval (mother not getting it right), or one voice being critical in a sea of approval on Twitter (not being 100% approved of). He is constantly seeking it from external sources and when it’s not there, he needs to feel powerful or “better”.

And I’ve seen other comments about how he goes after “weaker” people or those lower on the totem pole (Colin, Will), and I think that’s very apt. He knows that he’s not going to get pushback. Even with Colin, think about last season. When he roasted Colin and the other players, he got approval. The team LOVED it, they lauded him for it. They laughed and he was laughing and everything was fine. So now he does it again, except he’s in a position of power now and hasn’t adjusted and it’s okay that he’s learning. It is okay that he is fucking up. It won’t be okay if he keeps going without consequence, but even Beard has started to notice. Given that the apology definitely left Colin little option but to accept it (as others have said, public, only prompted when ‘caught’), and that Ted has actively asked if he needs to get involved, I really do not think we’ve seen the last of it.

And I do think Nate is going to end up in that therapy chair and he’s going to learn that you can be hurt, but as Rebecca learned last season, hurting others to make yourself feel better is a nasty thorny path to go down.

But right now? Believe. Because I love the narrative and the nuance and just like the episode said: The truth’ll set you free, but first it’ll piss you off, and right now, we get to be angry, but I do think they’ll set up the path out of the dark forest.

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I can’t wait for Michael and Alex to be making out at/near his bedside when Kyle wakes up from his coma, so we can get a ‘uhhhhh how long have I been out’

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look at me, I am old, but I’m happy

(for @christchex because I truly believe her to be #1 Sanders supporter)

The damn kids are keeping something from him. None of them are good liars at the best of times, but every time Sanders shows up when Michael’s friends are around, suddenly they go real quiet. At first, he writes it off as stupid youthful hormone shit. It’s probably something to do with that Manes boy that Michael doesn’t want to talk about. Only, then Alex Manes starts coming around, Michael’s a lot happier, and the weird behavior keeps going. Something’s up, and it’s something Michael’s actively not telling him. “You know, I ought to fire you,” Sanders says one Sunday, when he and Michael are working on the sunflower fields. Michael scoffs, glancing up from the seeding mechanism he’s been working to fix, but he avoids meeting Sanders’ eyes. He’s known this boy since he tripped out of a pod and he knows when he’s about to be lied to. “I’d like to see you try,” he mutters, but his curiosity is sparked. “Why are you bothering to do that when most of my time is volunteered?” “Because you and your friends are keeping something from me.” “We’re not,” Michael lies. “You’re a terrible liar, boy,” Sanders warns, but he lets him get away with it. Just this once, he lets him. Michael waves him off and grabs his bundle of sunflowers to take back to the Airstream. He doesn’t say what or who they’re for, but Sanders knows. It’s the Manes boy, who’s been lurking around and grinning like an idiot all the time. With Michael gone, Sanders is left to consider what it is that’s being whispered about behind his back. There’s enough alien secrets in this town to fill a gossip rag, but Michael’s been fairly honest with him recently, even if he’s been trying to hide how gone he is over his thing with Alex Manes. The truth is this -- he’s an old man. The boy he used to be is a memory and a distant one at that. He’s taken Walt and locked him away behind mountains of bottles and liquor. There’s so much trauma related to those days that he actively works as hard as he can to forget it, and that’s why it takes him so long to realize that maybe he actually knows a bit more than he realizes when it comes to one of those alien secrets.

The secret they’re keeping comes to roost soon after. Well, roost ain’t exactly the word. “They still allow relics like you in this place?”

When Sanders had still been a child and had been happy with Miss Nora and Miss Louise, he’d always recalled their tension around the man they called Jones. They tried to keep it a secret from him then, too, and it’s irritating as hell that history’s repeating it-damn-self. “Relics like me belong more than you do around here,” Sanders scoffs, tossing the wrench into the toolbox. “I’m looking for Michael.” Sanders turns to take in the look of him. He blames his age on the fact that Max Evans never made him feel that icy chill down his spine to spark recognition. All those years with that face in front of him and he never remembered Jones, not until the alien himself busted out and started scaring Sanders all over like he’s a kid. He’s not a kid, though. He’s an old man tired of this bullshit and he’s not about to let an asshole push him around. “Michael,” Sanders says sharply, “ain’t none of your business.” “He’s none of yours either,” Jones says calmly. “Besides, you’re right. It’s not business. It’s family.” It comes back in fits and starts. Miss Nora’s discomfort with Jones’ hand on her shoulder, but the possessive way Jones held onto her. The way Jones had always seemed more occupied with one of the pods. The possessive and keen look in his eye when he’d looked at Walt dismissively, like a human child that Nora took a liking to could never pass muster. There’s only one explanation that Sanders sees, but as far as he’s concerned, it’s crap. “You’re not that boy’s father,” Sanders scoffs. “Or, you might be by blood or whatever alien junk flows through those veins of yours. That boy needed a father growing up and I sure as hell didn’t do the job well enough, but at least I’ve been here. At least I’ve been trying. That’s a hell of a lot more than you can say.” He’s an old and very stupid man, seeing as he knows how much Jones can hurt him. That raised alien hand glowing furiously red is a bad sign, but Sanders decides that if this is how he’s going out, defending Michael is the way he wants to go. “I might have been late getting my act cleaned up, but I still gave him everything I could. I’d die for that boy,” Sanders vows. “For my kid.” Jones scoffs, amused by Sanders’ loyalty like it’s a joke, but then, he always has been an ass, hasn’t he? “Funny you should say that, because today’s your lucky day for getting what you want.” He approaches swiftly, but before he can seal that glowing hand on Sanders’ chest, he just … stops. Sanders refuses to blink. He’s going to stare down his death as long as Jones wants to kill him, which is why he doesn’t notice that he’s being held in place by someone else’s alien powers. “Try,” Michael Guerin snaps at Jones, where he’s holding a bundle of sunflowers in one hand, and holding Jones in place with the other. “You’re not gonna like what happens to you.” Sanders is pretty sure Michael’s bluffing and that when it comes to these two, Michael’s not the one with the upper hand. Still, Jones is playing some kind of long game, because he steps back and lifts both hands up, stepping back and away. “Just two old friends catching up,” he insists, a look in his eyes that says he’s coming back to find Sanders when Michael’s not around. Still, he goes. He goes and he doesn’t look back, leaving Sanders to exhale, slumping over the pick-up truck he’s been working on. “What the hell were you thinking?” Michael demands. “Taunting him like that? He’s an evil dictator! He’s…” “Yeah, yeah, I got the gist decades ago,” Sanders cuts him off. “All I know is what he’s not, and that’s any kind of father to you. Because I might not be the world’s best Dad, but when it comes to it these days, he doesn’t get to swan in and make you feel like you owe him anything. He doesn’t get to make you feel like you belong to him.” This is all getting too damn emotional for him, but he wants to make one thing clear. “I know I didn’t manage the way I should’ve, but if anyone’s a father to you these days, it’s me.” With that said, he gives a firm nod, and hopes that he’s not going to do anything

embarrassing like start crying about it. Well, he might not, but Michael’s struggling to keep it together, by the looks of it, so maybe that’s exactly what it is he needs to hear. “What the hell are you doing back here anyway?” Sanders grunts, when the awkward silence drags on too long. Michael clears his throat, gesturing to the Airstream with the flowers (and conveniently wiping at his nose). “I forgot some papers that I wanted to go over with Alex,” he says, “Lucky I did, or you would’ve been alien dust.” “I got a few tricks up my old sleeves,” Sanders promises, even if he doesn’t have them yet. “So. You and Alex Manes, huh? You ready to admit to me that it’s a thing yet?” Michael wrinkles his nose, but he’s clearly not thinking about Jones anymore, so Sanders considers it a mission accomplished. “How about you start worrying about how much of a thing it is when Alex needs to come get permission from my Dad to marry me,” Michael quips, and he sounds free and happy and brazen and goddamn high. It’s the most that Sanders could ever hope for. “That likely to happen anytime soon?” Michael shrugs, ducking back out of the Airstream with the papers. “You know I don’t do things slow.” “Don’t I ever,” he mutters. “Just warn me before I got alien grandchildren running around the damn scrapyard, will you? The place needs to be alien-proofed.” The look of sheer glee on Michael’s face settles something in Sanders’ chest. He knows he’s happy. He knows he’s settled. He might have missed too many damn years when he was younger, but at least he’s trying now. “Go on,” Sanders encourages. “Go be with your friend,” he teases. “You gonna be okay?” “I’ve survived worse,” Sanders promises. “Now, get,” he insists, and watches Michael leave the scrapyard, off to woo his paramour. As for him? Well, he’s got a hell of a long drive ahead of him to get to the reservation if he wants to pick up some pollen, but after tonight, Sanders figures he ought to protect himself. He’s got a family to worry about, after all.

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I have a thousand thoughts about Ted Lasso, but really it boils down to how heartbreaking it was that Nate was wrong that Ted stopped caring, but it also doesn’t matter because it’s not like he knew better. Ted telling him that he keeps that photo with one of his son won’t make it better and Nate’s so far in his own spiral and issues that it’s not going to change.

But really, the rest of the match, what became so clear is that Nate does not have a place at Richmond because Nate does not believe in the same coaching tactics and theory. He sees Ted’s credit as potential blame. He benefits from Ted and Beard’s team building. The false nine only works because Roy gave good advice from experience about talking to the players. He’s gonna have a rude awakening at West Ham when the stick doesn’t actually work.

And yet, god I loved the episode. Richmond is STRONG and Richmond is SUPPORTIVE and Jamie has grown so much (DANI!) and the TINY LITTLE HELMET! And you know what? Nate doesn’t have a place in that. He willfully chooses to not have a place in that.

Maybe that will change in s3? Maybe it won’t. I think he’s in for some hubris at West Ham, but I appreciated them painting it to show that Nate does not belong because he made a choice not to. He made a choice not to be a team player, not to support his players, not to foster an environment of teamwork.

And now? He’s gotta live with those choices because you know, time is linear.

EDIT: And I’m doing my first rewatch and I think what starkly contrasts this is Jamie making a choice that promotes teamwork over glory, but also over strategy? They just mention that he’s the best penalty scorer but Jamie KNOWS what is more important is the team and his teammate. It’s giving Dani redemption. Nate makes the opposite choices and that’s why he will be a very different type of coach (aka, one whose team will fall apart at the first sign of adversity)

EDIT #2: Oh, also? After Rebecca’s “don’t work for that man”, interesting that Nate went to him. He knows who Rupert is. He knows what he might do. Also, Rupert is not hiring Nate out of the kindness of his heart or to support him. This is to get at Rebecca and Ted, so Nate is kind of screwed the moment he messes up because why would Rupert have his back?

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Tagged by @blake-and-sco and I’m tagging @windsweptlassie @yonderlight @the-history-munarch if you’d like!

Rules: bold all that apply

1. go apple picking vs go on a hay ride 2. scary vs. sweet 3. sweaters vs. boots 4. socks vs. mittens 5. bonfires vs. football 6. trick-or-treating vs. watch scary movies 9. bake pie vs. bake cookies 10. rain vs. fog 11. black cats vs. owls 12. ghosts vs. wizards 13. harry potter vs. halloweentown 14. go hiking vs. sleep in 15. cinnamon vs. nutmeg 16. reading vs. writing 17. hot chocolate vs. tea 18. live in a cabin in a forest vs. have it be fall 24/7 19. candy apples vs. caramel apples 20. blankets vs. pillows 21. roasted marshmallows vs. roasted chestnuts 22. coffee vs. apple cider 24. braids vs. bows 25. scented candles vs. the smell of fresh baked goods 26. carve pumpkins vs. make pumpkin pie 27. pumpkin spice lattes vs. chai tea lattes 28. coats vs. oversized sweaters 29. beanies vs. berets 30. candy corn vs. peanut butter cups 31. s'mores vs. apple crisp 32. jump in a pile of leaves vs. swing on a tire 33. corn maze vs. haunted house 34. bob for apples vs. visit a pumpkin patch 35. whipped cream on hot chocolate vs. marshmallows on hot chocolate

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What do you mean by f/o content? Sorry if this sounds dumb. Do you mean like f/o imagines and stuff like that or something else?

its not dumb dw thank you for asking! but yeah, something along those lines; that includes fanart and writings i rb - id greatly prefer if ppl went to the creator if possible, or even the person i rb from.

i usually specify posts that i make w/ 'ok to rb' or 'd.o.n.o.t.r.e.b.l.o.g' but sometimes theyre only tagged w/ my regular talking tag so if ppl rb those n i didnt want it to, thats on me.

sorry if this is nitpicky or weird, im kinda touchy ab small things like this. i know its not that deep/im on the internet/this content is 'supposed to be reblogged'/etc, but im asking others to do (or not to do) this for me and ofc you dont HAVE to, i cant force anyone to but id greatly appreciate it!

(explanation under cut)

i dont feel comfortable sharing f/os especially with the ones im fixating on (currently: mur//doc, sco//ut, spe//ncer, and med//ic). my moods depend to change day to day on this subject but its safer to just, not do it. ESPECIALLY if you gush in the tags bc w/ the update i can actively see it in my notifications and it kinda just irks me for the most part.

again, i am not a fandom blog so i dont wanna be treated like that, yes, sometimes i post fanart of my own which i dont mind that being rb. but thats why i use personal tags for character so you can differentiate which is my original works vs rb content.

#ask reply #hope this makes sense? again! sorry if its pushy n everything. i cant force you to do this for me but ill ask you not to.#and its up to you if you want to or not!#either way im gonna make a space for myself where i can thoroughly enjoy myself and you should do the same #anon

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I feel your pain?

Scorpius Malfoy x reader

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Description: when you turn 15 you begin to feel your soulmates physical pain.

Writers note: I love this sm I hope you all do too :)

‘Wake up!’ Said Y/F/N as they peered over your sleeping body. ‘What’ you muttered, voice croaky and dry. ‘Um I’m pretty sure it’s your birthday’ they said laughing, ‘you get to feel your soul mates pain!’ ‘Yeah the idea of that doesn’t settle with me’ you said sitting up. ‘Nothing settles with you’ they shook their head then threw a parcel at your chest. You opened it excitedly, tearing and pulling at the wrappings. Inside was an outfit, shoes and all and a wrap of bandages. ‘Why bandages?’ You laughed. ‘Remember that time my soulmate had a massive cut down their arm and I got it too’ you nodded, ‘well it’s for instance like that, we never know your soulmate might be a quidditch player or something’ they smiled. ‘I’d like that, people in quidditch outfits are hot’ you laughed throwing the bandages at Y/F/N’s head. ‘I know right!’

It was Saturday, meaning no classes so you was wearing your new outfit Y/F/N gave you. ‘So I just wait till they’re in pain?’ You questioned harshly. ‘Pretty much’ Y/F/N laughed, ‘what did u want happen, you find them in a day? I still haven’t found mine and I’ve been 15 for 4 months now’ she said shoving a forkful of scrambled eggs dramatically into her mouth.

A few days pass and you had gotten no pain. You was desperate for the slightest bit of pain, you didn’t even care if it was a paper cut. You needed to know that you definitely had a soulmate. ‘Y/N everyone has one, not a single witch or wizard hasn’t’ she explained, ‘you need to stop worrying, they probably just don’t get hurt often.’ ‘Yeah probably’ you tried to convince yourself.

As you sat in charms with Y/F/N, you stared out the window. The clouds where definitely more interesting than this explanation that was happening. You got a pain radiate through your nose. ‘Ow!’ You shouted feeling your nose, it was bleeding. A lot. ‘You soul mates made an appearance’ Y/F/N laughed. You furrowed you’re eyebrows, still holding your nose, ‘this isn’t funny it hurts!’

‘How on earth am I going to find them?’ You asked looking in the mirror of the girls bathroom to check your nose wasn’t broken. ‘Well I have a plan, we need to rule out the fact he isn’t at this school’ they explained. ‘Okay’ you nodded for her to explain. ‘So you hurt yourself, only minor pain!’ She said after you gave her a harsh look, ‘so in each class we have we can see if anyone reacts.’ ‘Okay, so what am I gonna do to myself’ you spat, clearly not loving this idea. ‘You’re gonna pile yourself with this’ she held out a sewing needle. ‘I don’t know’ you said uncertainly. ‘Come onnn’ they wined. ‘Fine’ you sighed.

The next day you sat in charms, and your friend passed the needle to you. ‘Come on’ she said. You hesitated, then finally stabbed the needle into the palm of your hand. You but your lip to stop sound from escaping. You and Y/F/N searched the class but no one had reacted. ‘How about we try again in potions we have that with the Slytherins’ she suggested. So after charms you made your way over to the dungeons. After the class had settled down and Professor Slughorn was explaining the task you brought your hand up and plunged it into your palm again. ‘Aaaa! Not again!’ Screamed a boy from the side of the room, ‘my soul mate must really hate me’ he yelled clutching at his hand. ‘They’re probably just trying to find you’ said another voice, the voice of Albus Potter. ‘Malfoy is your soul mate?’ Y/F/N whispered, ‘ the son of Voldemort is your soulmate’ she laughed and sat back in her seat. ‘Scorpius is everythin alright?’ Asked Slughorn. ‘Yes sir, I just’ and he pointed at his hand. ‘Soulmate trouble i see’ he laughed. You had no idea what to do next, how do you even start a conversation? You was confused and incredibly nervous. you had never even spoken to Scorpius Malfoy before and now he’s your soulmate?

The next few days you refused to believe it was Scorpius, your mother and father loathed his dad, his son is probably just as worse. ‘Y/N the facts point to him, you may not like it but he’s your soul mate’ Y/F/N said sadly one evening. ‘I want to double check’ you mumbled. ‘So do it!’ They cried, ‘do something noticeable, write your name on your hand.’ ‘No that’ll hurt!’ You cried. As you said this you felt a sharp feeling on your arm, the letter s had appeared on your forearm. You cried in pain slamming your foot on the ground to try and get yourself through this pain. The whole Y/H table stared as tears fell from your eyes. The pain began again and an c and o appeared. ‘Albus stop!’ Cried a voice from the Slytherin table, ‘I think they got the message.’ You stood up and stared at the boy who also had sco on his arm. He gave you a small smile, ‘hi, sorry about that’ he said softly, ‘Albus’ idea.’ You had no idea what to say, especially since the whole school was watching, even the teachers. You glanced at your best friend and ran out of the hall. Scorpius looked at Albus sadly and followed you. You sat on the floor in a deserted corridor, eyes closed. ‘Y/N right?’ Said a soft voice. You nodded and opened your eyes, ‘I’m sorry about all that, especially for doing it in the hall how very embarrassing right’ he laughed awkwardly. ‘I-I knew it was you, for some time, I just-‘ you stopped but Scorpius finished the sentence, ‘you just didn’t know what to say’ he said smiling, ‘I have no idea either.’ Maybe Scorpius wasn’t like his father you thought as you both stared into each other’s eyes. You leaned in slowly and kissed the blonde haired boy. You felt the boy relax into you and grab at your face. As you released Scorpius stared at you with a shocked look. This caused you to laugh and soon you where both laughing.

You and Scorpius began to spend a lot of time together. Late night meetings, sitting together in class. You and Scorpius became Hogwarts sweethearts, everyone wanted to be just like you two. Scorpius and you weren’t into a lot of PDA but he’d hold your hand as you walked to class. You, Scorpius, Albus and Y/F/N became great friends and you’d never loved Hogwarts more.

Thanks for reading! :)

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