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astroph1les · 3 days

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coffee & stumbles | e.e

summary: your first date with emily turns very tense when you run into your ex. luckily, you’re able to minimize your time with her when emily gets the hint that you weren’t comfortable.

here’s part one of this!

pairing: emily engstler x fem!reader

contains: fluff, mentions of past toxic relationship — manipulation, gaslighting, etc, readers ex is AWFUL, emily being protective and just the best </3

word count: 4.6K

a/n: ok so i’m obsessed with writing this. thank you guys for the support! inbox is open for more suggestions or ideas for future parts because tbh my mind is BLANK!

“You’re kidding! Ugh, I wish I would’ve been there to see you all flustered around her,” your best friend, Delilah, exclaimed as she laid her feet on your lap, prodding at your thigh with her sock-covered toes.

You shook your head at her words, covering your face with one palm. As soon as you got off of your work, you headed straight to your shared apartment with Dahlia. Her strawberry hair was in a messy low bun, a few strands falling to frame her freckled face as she held a pint of mint chip ice cream. She had your cat, Luna, curled up in a ball in her lap.

“Shut up. I was not that flustered.” You lie, digging into your own pint of cookies and cream ice cream.

“You’re a shit liar, dude,” she shakes her head, sighing softly.

You were about to snip back when you saw a message pop up on your phone screen that was just resting on the coffee table. You lean forward with a grunt to snatch it and hold up your phone to your face.

from: unknown | Hey, it’s Emily! I’m so so sorry I didn’t text you sooner.

Being the nosy person she was, Delilah sat upright and rested her head on your shoulder. With her wooden spoon dangling from her lips, she gasped dramatically.

“Is that hot, tall tattooed girl?” She grinned cheekily.

“Yeah, I don’t know what to say, Del,” you whine as you rest your head on hers.

“Just be yourself. She clearly liked what she was lookin’ at and hearing so,” Delilah pokes at your cheek with her pointer finger. “Come on. Get in that.”

You shush her comments as you type out a small message. You beam as Luna had creepily crawled over to your own lap, running a hand over her soft fur.

to: emily | hey! how are you?

“How are you? Say something else. More flirty.” Delilah demanded with another poke to your cheek.

“Shut up!” You sneer. “I’m getting to it.”

from: emily | I’m doing good. I’m sorry if this is weird but can I call you?

You both gasp at the message, turning to each other with wide eyes.

“Should I say ‘yeah?’” You question, thumbs hovering over the keyboard.

“Hello? Yeah! I wanna hear this sexy raspy voice of hers.” Delilah grins as she creepily leans over your shoulder.

You blush as you regret telling her in detail everything you could retain about Emily. You shouldn't, right?

No, you needed to. Her voice was lingering in her brain from the moment she opened her mouth. Like who sounds like that?

But you wanted to save the conversation for when you saw her.

to: emily | im kind of with my bestfriend rn im sorry :/

“What the fuck?” Delilah frowned as you sent the message.

“Del, I love you but I really do not want to have my first phone call with her with you around. I’ll act even more nervous and weird.” You hold her hand with a tight squeeze.

Delilah reluctantly agrees because she knows your right. As much comfort she gave you, this was new and you wanted to do this on your own. You were 22 with minimal dating experience — all your own fault you felt. Something as exciting as this — a charming woman approaching you of all people — is something you wanted to keep for yourself.

“Well, I know I’ll be able to hear her soon,” she winked playfully at you but her eyes showed her understanding of your wanting for this to be more private.

from: emily | No, don’t apologize. But I really can’t wait to hear and see you again. Let me know when you’re free to grab that coffee :)

You beamed at your phone and hurriedly typed a response.

to: emily | im free thursday morning if that’s good for you too!

from: emily | Sounds good to me. I’ve seen Mia’s on 56th and always wanted to go. I could pick you up or we could meet there. Whatever makes you more comfortable lol

How adorable is she?

“Uh oh. I think someone’s getting a little nervous, dude,” Delilah teases with a shit-eating grin.

“She’s being sweet,” you defend, shaking your head.

“Yeah, I know but that last ‘lol’ really gives her away.”

Maybe it was a bit of an ego boost to know you made someone like her nervous to see you again. Delilah was sure she was bursting with nerves.

to: emily | i’m fine with either. whichever is easiest for you:)

“Okay you two are the cutest. I already sense good things with her,” Delilah announced.

“Enough with your psychic predictions. It freaks me out, Del, you know that.”

Delilah came from a long line of women who were perceived to be ‘witches’ and ‘hippies’. She eerily enough was able to predict a lot of things that have gone either right or wrong since your friendship began in high school.

from: emily | I have no problem picking you up

That’s settled then. She was coming to pick you up on Thursday.

Oh, damn it. What the hell were you going to wear?

Thursday morning came faster than you expected.

The texts had been nonstop between the two of you. Emily had sent you a few pics of her outfits or meals that she was having. You hoped you didn’t seem as eager as you were in person over texts to get selfies from her. You showed Delilah one she took and she muttered ‘damn’ before nodding in approval.

It had been two days since you first met Emily but the time flew by. It even took you a second to realize that today was the day until Delilah bursted through your shared bathroom door, giddy and ready to help you get ready for the date. You groaned as she shook you slightly, nearly knocking your toothbrush out of your hand.

“Are you ready for your hot coffee date?” Delilah pressed a peck to your head, bouncing with joy.

“Del, I am on the verge of throwing up please.”

You rub at your forehead, feeling your anxiety-induced headache creeping its way to your temples.

“Oh. shit, sorry. Let me know when you’re ready to get dressed and I’ll help.”

You silently thank her as you brush your teeth, tilting your head as you examine your bare face. Internally, it was a battle between calling her and saying that you couldn’t make it due to a stomach bug.

Delilah was testing her psychic abilities and randomly blurted out, nearly shoulder checking you: “You are not canceling. Don’t even try it.”

You gasped and rubbed your shoulder, frowning as you spit out the foamy toothpaste.

“I wasn’t!” Your voice pitched higher.

God, you were awful at lying.

“Sure. I’m not letting you flake out. You need this. Plus, Luna needs another mommy,” Delilah teased, glancing down at the bathroom floor where Luna was brushing past your feet.

“What? We’re not enough for her?” You respond with an exasperated sigh.

“Uh, of course. But she knows her mom is a single mother and secretly wishes that she had another mom to take care of her when me, her aunt, isn’t here.”

You blink at her as you rinse off your toothbrush.

“Did she tell you this?” You snort.

“Duh. I’m a psychic and that includes being an animal one too.” Delilah states, shrugging her shoulders as she finishes up her morning face routine.

“I can’t believe you, Loonie. Shaming me for being a single mother?” You look down at her gray tail curling around your ankles.

Luna meows softly, tilting her head as her big green eyes stare up at you. She sits herself on the top of your bare foot, snuggling into your pajama pant leg.

“Alright, I forgive you but only because you’re so cute.” You preen, leaning down to scratch at the top of her head.

“Traitor.” Delilah scoffs as she applies her daily moisturizer and sunscreen. “But anyways, are you ready now?”

You lean down to pick up Luna who purrs a little as you move her into your arms. You place a few kisses on her head, feeling all the more relaxed.

“Yeah, I’m ready.”

Delilah sucked in a deep breath, nodding curtly.

“Let’s get you lookin’ getting-coffee sexy.”

You shake your head at her words, thinking about how annoying she was but how much you loved her.

You and Delilah landed on a black and gray striped sweater with a pair of blue jean shorts and your favorite pair of docs with comfy socks so that the docs wouldn’t tear up your heels. Delilah beamed at the sight of you, pretending to wipe her eyes.

“God, you look beautiful. She’s going to fall in love,” she sighed dramatically as she brushed a few of your baby hairs out of your face.

You shake your head as your face heats up at her words. You sent Emily a text that you were ready when she was ready to which she responded with that she was on her way to go and pick you up.

“Should I, like, greet her at the door and ask her intentions with you?” Delilah hummed in thought as she picked up Luna and cradled her in her arms.

“Absolutely not. I’ll kick you in the back of your knee if you do that.”

Delilah frowned and shook her head. “Jesus, okay. I won’t.”

“Love you, though,” you scrunch your nose at her before scratching underneath Luna’s chin, watching her eyes shut slowly.

“Yeah, yeah, love you.”

The minutes passed steadily as you waited for a knock at the apartment door. You tried to distract yourself by checking to make sure you had everything you might need for the date: your wallet, keys, lip gloss, lip liner, oil blotting sheets, hand sanitizer, etc. Delilah put on Love Island as she ate her own breakfast and hot hazelnut coffee.

Next thing you knew, a few soft knocks came from your front door. You and Delilah’s necks snapped to each other before you both stood up from the couch. You shove her back a little as she holds her hands up in defense. You pointed a knowing finger at her before sucking in a deep breath, unlocking the three locks on the door.

You twist the knob and tug the door open to reveal Emily standin there with a kind smile on her face. She looked even better than what you remembered. Her hair was pulled into a ponytail and she had on a light gray hoodie with a pair of blue jeans. She looked so cozy and warm, you felt immediately at ease.

“Hi,” you sighed out, leaning against the door.

“Hi,” she grinned, tilting her head a bit at her. “You look beautiful.”

You try not to curl into yourself at the sound of her voice, feeling more than overwhelmed.

“Thank you. You look beautiful, too.” You reply and try not to sound like you were in love with her already.

Her eyes soften at your words and you swear her cheeks turn a light pink as she mutters a ‘thank you’.

“Well, uh, are you ready to go?”

“Yeah. I’m ready to go,” you grin, turning to shut your door to give Delilah one more panicked look.

She gives you two thumbs up and blows you a kiss with Luna’s paw. You turned to Emily as you shut the door completely, adjusting the strap of your purse.

“Is everything okay?” She wonders as she hesitantly turns towards the stairs of your complex.

“No, yeah. I’m okay. I think I’m just nervous,” you admit, brushing a flyway behind your ear.

Nervous was an understatement, if you were going to be completely honest. Your heart was beating rapidly against your sternum, your fingers twisting your fidget ring around.

“Oh, trust me. I am too,” she eases your worries and motions to the stairs, holding her tattooed hand out for you. “I mean, going on a date with a pretty girl is always nerve-wracking.”

You wanted to roll your eyes at how annoyingly charming she was but you hated (loved) how reassured you felt once she said that. You took her larger hand in yours, giving her a shy smile.

“You’re a little bit of a flirt, huh?”

Emily merely shrugged her shoulders as she led you to where she parked in front of your apartment complex.

“Trying to make you feel comfortable. I promise you have nothing to worry about,” her kind raspy voice soothes your nerves.

You nod as you follow her to her truck. She was right. There really was nothing to worry about. It’s a coffee date: a coffee date with probably one of the hottest women you’ve ever encountered. She opened the passenger's side door and helped you up and into it.

The second you sat down into the seat, you felt a wave of nausea flow over your senses. You repeatedly twist your ring, sucking in a deep breath as you examine the interior of her car. It was pretty clean if you were going to be honest. Yours looked like a garage sale in the backseat as you constantly forgot to go and donate stuff you didn’t want anymore.

Emily got into her driver's seat, pushing back her flyaways and shutting the door. She put her key into the slot and turned over her car to start. The screen popped up with the most recent song, the volume at a low.

“Shit, sorry.” She tapped on the screen with her middle finger, her pale cheeks turning a soft pink.

“No, I respect it. Our Song is a cult classic,” you purse your lips to hold back your chuckle.

She opens her mouth as she puts her truck in reverse, not knowing what else to say.

“Okay, honestly, I’m trying to learn it on guitar and listening to it a lot helps,” Emily admits as she turns to get out of your complex.

Your eyes widened as you couldn’t believe how endearing she is. You lean back comfortably into the leather seats, smiling to yourself.

“Well, I definitely need to hear it now. You can’t just tell me that.” You raise your brows, watching her palm flatten against the wheel to make a turn.

And she made driving attractive. Fuck, you were so screwed.

The whole drive was actually a lot more comfortable than you expected. Emily repeatedly glanced at you to make sure you were still okay. She even let you be in charge of the music which put you on the spot but you were successful on playing songs that she liked.

Or even pretended to like for your sake.

Now the two of you were now sitting down after placing your order with the person at the front. It was a bit packed but not too much to where you felt suffocated. You were sharing embarrassing stories and it felt so easy to talk to her. Her soft brown eyes invited you in to spill every secret that you had within you.

“I kid you not, he claimed to not have given me mono,” you said through soft giggles, shaking your head. “I told him I got it and he basically said that it wasn’t possible because he didn’t have it.”

“Is he a dumbass? That’s exactly how spreading mono works.” Emily questioned as she covered her mouth with her fingers, letting her own little laugh escape.

“I think so, honestly. Thankfully, that was, like, 5 years ago and it was my first and last date with a man.” You sighed out, brushing your hair behind your ear.

As your giggles died down, a waitress brought over your coffees and breakfast. You thank her as does Emily, looking at your plate of avocado toast with a side of eggs. She had gotten the same thing but with an extra side of eggs.

“Does everything look good?” She asked as she picked up her fork, about to dig into her eggs.

“Oh, yeah. I am starving.” You immediately pick up the toast to take a hefty bite.

Emily’s eyes stared at you from across the table as she grabbed the tobasco to drizzle over her medium eggs. You pause your movements as you stare back at her, suddenly aware of how fast you were eating.

“What?” You reply, setting the toast down and covering your mouth so that she couldn’t see the chewed-up mess in your mouth.

“Nothing. You’re cute is all,” she shrugged her shoulders and poked at broken eggs before shoving a piece into her mouth.

You froze and felt the blood rush into your cheeks. You had gotten another glance at her tongue piercing, now knowing that you didn’t just imagine that the first time the two of you met.

“Shut up,” you murmur, digging into your own eggs. “When did you get that tongue piercing?”

Her eyebrows raised like your question wasn’t one she received often.

“I’ve had it for about two years now, I think. Why?”

“I like it,” you dig back into your food, hoping your flushed face wasn’t giving away your own dirty thoughts.

Emily squinted her eyes for a second at you before shaking her head with a soft laugh. Before you could ask her another question, you catch a glimpse of a familiar face. Your expression falters for a moment but you shake your head, telling yourself that it couldn’t be.

“So, where do you work at? You obviously know where I work,” you chuckle, staring at her intently.

Emily’s figure tenses a bit but she straightens her back, clearing her throat.

“Well, I’m a professional basketball player. I play for the Washington Mystics.” She sounded hesitant to tell you but more relaxed once you simply smiled back at her.

“What the hell? That’s so cool,” you stare at her, tilting your head. “Have you always wanted to be a basketball player?”

“Actually, no. I used to get told I’d make a great lawyer because I like to argue so I was set on that for a bit.” She chuckled.

“My dad used to tell me the same thing. We just but heads a lot.” You shrug, twisting around the straw of your empty iced coffee.

“Did you want a refill?” Emily questioned, noticing your fiddling.

Now that she had mentioned it , you did want more. You knew it was pushing your caffeine intake but you were craving it.

“Yeah but I’ll get it. You already paid,” you pointed at her.

The two of you had shuffled to get your cards out but Emily was quicker than you were. You had sighed out when she handed the person at the register her card, watching her grinning charmingly.

Yeah, you weren’t complaining.

She held up both of her inked hands in defense.

“Okay, not gonna say it won’t again though so,” she smacked her plush lips against her teeth.

Again? She was already talking about seeing you again. You would be lying to yourself if that didn’t lift your spirits a bit.

“I’ll take your word for it. I’ll be right back. Did you want anything to go?” You question as you stand up from your seat.

Emily glanced down at her empty plates and shook her head, looking at you with gentle eyes.

“No, thank you. I’m okay, pretty girl.” She threw a very subtle wink in your direction, taking a sip of her own nearly finished coffee.

You nod and mutter a ‘no problem’, turning away before she could see how flustered you were over her sweet words. You walk up to the counter and ask for an iced vanilla latte to-go. The cashier tells you it’ll be a few minutes because of the low supply of grounds right now. You tell them it's fine and you’ll wait a little.

The cashier leaves towards the back room as you stand and examine the pastries they had on display. You were about to walk away too until you saw out of the corner of your eye a figure appear right next to you.

Oh, God.

No.

Oh, you’ve got to be kidding. You just needed to get a to-go coffee and she came up to the counter as well.

Okay, you can just ignore her. You don’t have to say a thing. Maybe she doesn’t even realize you’re standing right next to her. You didn’t even know you were holding in a deep breath until you heard the voice that almost ruined your entire view on relationships.

“Hey,” you hear from next to you.

You shut your eyes with a soft sigh, turning to your ex with a fake grin.

“Hey Andi.”

“That’s it? Just ‘hey’? I mean, come on. You’re not,” she paused and pointed at you, a cheeky grin on her face, “you’re not still pissed over us breaking up right?”

Your face drops as you clear your throat, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

“Not really, no. I’m just asking what do you want because I have to get back to—”

“Oh, what? Your little date? Yeah, I noticed.” She snorted, looking at you with obvious judgment.

You just stare back at her in disbelief. Something in you wanted to snap and yell at her but Emily was only a few feet away at your table, probably wondering what was taking you so long.

“God, you still have that weird ass fidget ring, huh?” She motioned to your antsy fingers, which caused you to stop entirely.

She always tried to claim your anxiety was an excuse not to do certain things or talk to her. You could feel your eyes watering at the memories of her accusing you of cheating, not wanting her, etc because you tended to not talk to her about everything. Funny how she was the one who felt that way.

“Hey, baby, is everything okay?” A familiar voice comes up from behind you.

You relax at the sound of Emily’s voice, sucking in a deep breath and blinking away the burning tears in your eyes.

Wait, baby? It took you a second to realize she was pretending to be your girlfriend in order to give Andi the hint to back up. Could she tell how uncomfortable you were? Has she been watching you from your table?

“No, yeah. Sorry,” you glance at Andi who’s now looking Emily up and down with a hint of distaste.

“It’s okay,” her gentle voice told you, her soft hand resetting right on your lower back. “Who’s your friend?”

Her tone sharply changed when addressing Andi’s presence. Like she was trying to figure out who she was in relation to you. You open your mouth to reply ‘no one’ but Andi beat you to it.

“Andi.”

You felt so embarrassed by your ex’s behavior, you turned into Emily’s body. There was no way you were going to explain the backstory of this on your first date.

“It’s okay. Let’s just go, please,” you try to whisper as lowly as possible.

Emily nods at your words, taking down her tense, brooding attitude for a moment. She sends Andi probably the bitchiest smile you could ever imagine and you had to hold back your snort.

“Have a good one,” she replies once more, nodding curtly.

You turn away as you and Emily walk back over to your table, almost missing your ex’s bitter expression. You knew at this point that you were more than flushed; due to both embarrassment and Emily’s actions.

You grab your purse off of the back of the chair, turning to Emily with a long sigh and shake your head.

“I am so so sorry about that. That was so immature of her. I was trying to hurry too so hopefully you wouldn't see her or have to interact with her but she was just so—“

Emily reached forward to place her palm on your shoulder, brows furrowed in worry:“Hey, woah. It’s okay. It’s seriously not that big of a deal.”

“Really?”

Was that not as humiliating as you thought it was? Were you probably blowing the situation out of proportion?

“Yeah. It’s not like you wanted that to happen. I could see how… uncomfortable she made you. I’m sorry about that.”

Emily sounded so genuine with her apology. She did nothing wrong.

“It’s okay,” you wave her off, scoffing. “Do you mind if we leave now though?”

Emily grabbed her keys from the counter, nodding slowly: “Yeah, of course.”

“You’re sure?” You check once more as the two of you make your way to the entrance/exit doors.

“Yes. I promise, alright?” Emily was chuckling now.

You nod, pursing your lips so that you wouldn’t say anything else stupid. You stand side-by-side with the tall woman, your hands grazing against each other. Emily takes your hand in hers within seconds of leaving the place, her slightly rough yet warm palms engulfing your own. You glance at her with your peripheral, noticing her little grin.

The whole drive back to your place was quiet but content. This caused your own equally cheeky grin to spread on your face. When the two of you arrived at her truck, you turned to her with heart eyes.

“I wanted to say thank you for kind of jumping in. I thought I had it but clearly, I didn’t.” You sigh, covering your forehead with your free hand.

“You don’t have to thank me. It was nothing,” she gave your hand a squeeze, her eyes drifting to your lips.

You subconsciously do the same, blinking slowly.

“Well, I’m thanking you regardless,” you scrunched up your nose at her. “I did like you calling me ‘baby’ though. That was a nice surprise.”

Emily leaned against her truck to copy your own stance, rubbing her thumb over the length of your pointer finger.

“Yeah?” She smirked attractively.

You nod, looking up at her with anticipation. Was she getting your hint that you wanted her to kiss you? She must have as she began to lean into you more, tilting her body and head down.

You tilt your chin up to meet her in the middle, giving her hand a slight squeeze. You locked lips tenderly, the passing by sounds of cars and people making this all the more romantic to you. Her lips were even softer than you had imagined. Her free hand lifted up to cup your cheek to guide you a bit.

You were out of practice with kissing but it’s never been like this for you. You wanted more of her lips if that was even possible. You almost pulled away to tug in her closer but she beat you to it.

“Okay, maybe it wasn’t nothing,” she cheekily replied.

You squint your eyes at her before shoving her shoulder with a gasp. She laughs softly as you realize what she was referencing.

“Shut up. I regret kissing you now,” you lie straight through your teeth.

“Really? So you would hate it if I kissed you again?” Emily tilted her head at you.

“Now you’re twisting my words,” you point at her, feeling her palms rest on your waist.

“How about you think about it on the way back to your place?” Emily completely ignores you, teasing you still.

You huff as if you were pissed before sighing dramatically. You almost lost your train of thought when you felt her thumbs caressing at your clothed lips.

“Fine. I will.” You raise your brows at her, jerking your head towards her truck. “Come on so I can sit with my thoughts.”

You ended up doing a lot more thinking the whole drive to your place. And maybe once you were dropped off, a few more kisses and promises of many more dates after that.

You couldn’t wait for it.

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ddollfface · 2 days

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𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐒𝐢𝐜𝐤!𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐀 𝐏𝐨𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐒/𝐎?

𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗦𝗶𝗰𝗸!𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝘅 𝗙𝗲𝗺!𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

Summary; How do LoveSick!Characters react to having a s/o who's very extroverted, has a "sunshine" personality, and attracts others? (Thank you so much for 300 followers!!!! I'm sorry for the lack of activities, and I'm so grateful that everyone is my inbox is being patient... I promise more content is coming!! Love you guys!!!)

𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙎𝙞𝙘𝙠!𝘼𝙩𝙝𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙚

Honestly, I think LoveSick!Athlete mixes very well with most people, so having an introverted or extroverted s/o doesn't matter too much for him, as long as their sweet. But if you're more energetic and attract attention from others, then I feel that he'd be kinda proud?

I'm not too sure if that's the correct word, but he likes seeing you interact with other people because you're just so cute! The way you giggle and flash a cheeky smile just makes him chuckle. You're far too sweet, so it's enjoyable seeing you be yourself. Not only that, but it also helps his "popular guy" persona he has going on, so having a hot babe who's funny really boosts his social points.

Though, don't get it twisted, he doesn't just see you as a social credit, far from it, but he can't deny the pride he feels when you flaunt yourself. LoveSick!Athlete has never been the jealous type (which I talk about here), so seeing you look hot and getting attention doesn't bother him. It just makes his chest warm, knowing that he bagged such a cool girl.

𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙎𝙞𝙘𝙠!𝙋𝙤𝙚𝙩

Nope, nope, nope, he'll actually die. Don't get LoveSick!Poet wrong, he's oh so grateful that he has you, and he honestly has no idea how he bagged such a baddie, but that doesn't mean he can handle so much attention.

You have to understand, LoveSick!Poet has never been one to draw attention. And if he did, it was never positive. He's always been a loner, someone who's admired others from afar, jotting down his thoughts in some notebook. That's how he's always been, so imagine his surprise at the sudden attention he's getting by proxy of dating you.

By nature, you are radiating an energy that others can't deny. For some reason, you just attract people, both their attention and admiration, and that's what originally drew LoveSick!Poet to you. He couldn't deny that his eyes drifted to your form more than once.

He thinks of you as a goddess, someone who's out of his reach, and only to watch from afar. But now that he's dating you, he can't help but pinch himself, only to make sure that it's not a dream. LoveSick!Poet is convinced that you're an angel, so he really can't complain that others notice how amazing you are.

LoveSick!Poet is partially filled with pride, seeing as others are acknowledging your amazing personality/looks. But, at the same time, he gets far too nervous to deal with all the eyes that are constantly peering into your relationship. He can't help but feel a little insecure, especially when he hears the whispers throughout the apartment complex. It's neverending, really.

But he brushes them off, deciding not to listen to others, and only focus on you, you, you. You're his idol, his goddess, his partner; why should he focus on others when he has you? Why would he ever doubt your decisions when you're oh-so-perfect? Don't you understand? You are everything.

𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙎𝙞𝙘𝙠!𝘽𝙞𝙢𝙗𝙤

I'm not going to lie, it's a 50/50 with LoveSick!Bimbo. On some days, she's so proud of her baby girl. After all, you're so, so, so popular and so cute! She loves that you're extroverted and friendly, and your personality is one of the reasons she fell for you. You're just oh-so pure.

She likes that everyone is envious of both of you, most can't choose whether they want to be you or her, and it makes her giddy. LoveSick!Bimbo loves attention, but the moment she notices the way men seem to undress you with their eyes, focusing far too much on your breasts and ass. Some even go as far as to reach out and try to grab.

Let's just say that they're not going to class anymore. And the moment you express any discomfort with how others sexualize you and seem to focus on all the wrong things, is the moment she snaps, realizing that she in fact doesn't like the attention.

Of course, she doesn't mind getting sexualized, if anything it gives her power, but the moment anyone looks at you the wrong way, it fills her with rage. LoveSick!Bimbo is jealous, something she's not accustomed to. She doesn't like others paying so much attention to you. She should be the only one looking at you, touching you, kissing you.

No, no, no, who do these men think they are? Can't they see that you're a lesbian? Ugh!! It makes her cheeks puff up and her eyes sharpen. They better be ready for hell 'cause nobody looks at her baby like that!

𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙎𝙞𝙘𝙠!𝙁𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙

She for sure gets along better with a s/o who's extroverted, it balances out her introverted nature. LoveSick!Friend likes to think of you as the yang to her yin. You're the sweet one in the friendship; the one who holds her back when she gets too heated; the one to drag her to parties; the one to introduce her to new people; the one who carries conversations.

Yeah... you're definitely the louder one in the friendship relationship but she prefers it that way. She likes the way you can't sit still, always having to be talking, moving, or giggling.

And, as an observer, LoveSick!Friend enjoys just watching you, you, you. The way you go about your way of life is so different from her that she can't look away, it's impossible. You're irresistible and too perfect for her. The way you cling to her, always wanting to hold hands, loop your arms together, and hug each other; makes her heart all warm, causing her cheeks to heat up.

You're not afraid of initiating anything, which catches LoveSick!Friend off guard, seeing as she's never been courted in such a way. There's always been the straightforward men who can't tell a lesbian from a girl who isn't interested, but you're just a little ball of sunshine. You're something she can't understand, something that is so outside her worldview that she just had to befriend you, and now she can't get enough of you, you, you.

𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙎𝙞𝙘𝙠!𝘼𝙧𝙩𝙞𝙨𝙩

I'm just going to say it straight up, you lucked out. Out of all the LoveSick!Characters, I'd say that Lovesick!Artist is probably the worst to have, especially if you're a very extroverted person who relies on social interaction to thrive.

LovesIck!Artist wants you to focus on him, him, him. Why don't you understand? You're only for his eyes, no one else. He doesn't want you chatting it up with the barista, or complimenting that girl's outfit, oh, and don't even think about smiling at that idiot frat boy.

He acts as if you're under witness protection, removing you from any conversations you get stuck in, scaring off anyone who even looks at you, and talking over you constantly. He speaks for you, acting as if you're mute, not wanting you to draw out the conversation with the cashier.

But it seems like no matter how hard LoveSick!Artist tries, you always seem to find a way to speak to others. It's as if you're magnetic and everyone else is metal. You're irresistible, stunning, and God damn pretty. He'll pull you to the side, arm wrapped around your shoulder, and lips pressed against your ear. I know you want to chat it up with the waiter, but Lovie, we really should hurry it up...

You're his main source of inspiration. If only you knew how many drawings, paintings, and sketches he has of you. LoveSick!Artist is never out of ideas when he's around you, always thinking of a new perspective, expression, positon-

And it fills him with undeniable rage when he realizes that others are likely thinking the same. How dare these men think of you, his light, his life, in such a way? Every time you walk outside, go out into the world, and talk with others, LoveSick!Artist is that much closer to tying you to his bed and leaving you with his aisle.

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simpackerman · 11 hours

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Oblivious

My name is Rachel, so that's what our OC will be referred to as in my fics. I'll be working on a smut request next.

Send any requests about Leah Alexia Rachel or Alessia

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"Here's your water bottle, Rach" Leah smiled shyly as she handed you your bottle after a grueling training session.

"Thank you darling" You replied and watched as Leah's cheeks turned red.

"Uh- Anytime" The blonde stuttered before abruptly leaving.

"You do realised she fancies you right?" Katie says to you having watched the interaction.

"she actually does, doesn't she?"

"course she does. And i know you like her too. Right?''

''how can i not? Have you seen her'' You said in a daze as you watched Leah walk over to Lia Walti.

What are you waiting for then? Ask her out" Katie exclaims excitedly.

"Nahh I should have some fun with it since i know" You say with a look of mischief"

''I have an idea hang on"

"HEY GIRLSS! TEAM BONDING AT MINE AND CAITLIN'S PLACE TONIGHT" Katie yelled being her loud self

"6pm sound good?"

You chose to wear a casual sweatshirt with a jacket over it. You were waiting for Beth to pick you up as arranged. Your phone pinged with a message from Beth stating they were outside.

"Helloo, we brought Leah along too" Beth exclaimed and you got into the back seat with next to Leah.

"Hello Williamson" You said using her last name.

"On last basis now are we?" Leah mocks hurt.

"Mhm or do you prefer darling instead?" You smirked as Leah blushed

"Tone it down lovebirds!" Beth teases making Leah blush deeper, almost the same colour as the red hoodie she wore as you looked at her in amusement.

You were in the kitchen with Katie, helping her with drinks

''i have a plan''

''This better not ruin my life McCabe''

''Hey! my ideas arent that bad'' the Irish woman defended herself

''mhm..whatever you say''

''wanna play truth or dare?''

You gave her a look. This might not be such a bad idea after all as only a handful of girls came round.

They were sitting in a circle with a bottle in the middle.

''I'll go first!'' Katie exclaimed

''viv, truth or dare?''

''truth''

''what do you see in beth?''

''HEY!''

''Im not sure to be fair'' The dutch international replied with a teasing look at Beth.

As more drinks made there way down thier thraots, the spicer the game went.

''Caitlin, who's the top in bed''

''MEEE!'' Katie yelled before the australian could answer.

''i dont know mccabe, you're giving bottom vibes to me'' You said pretending to look thoughtful. The others laughed as Katie smacked you around the head.

Caitlin spun the bottle and it landed on Lia.

''dare''

''ooooooohhh''

''shut up beth''

''call someone from our team and confess your undying love for them''

Lia called Alessia

"Less, we need to talk"

"Oh sounds serious, what's wrong?"

"This is might come as a bit of a surprise but I'm in love with you. From the moment I laid my eyes on you I wanted to jump in bed with you and show you how much I love you" Lia said trying to sound serious as the rest of us muffled our laughter behind our palms.

"O-oh umm well I mean t-thats..yeah OK thanks?"

"Chill Less she's pulling your leg it's a dare" Katie said into the phone as Alessia laughed.

"I hate you guys"

Lia spent he bottle and it landed on Leah

"Dare" Leah said hesitantly as Katie smirked at me.

"I dare you to....sit on Rachel's lap for the rest of the game" Lia smirked at her best friend. Looks like she's playing match maker as well.

The rest of the team fell silent and watched wondering how this would end as Leah got up. She walked towards you with her face as red as the hoodie she wore.

She awkwardly stands infront of you not knowing what to do. You gently took her hand and brought her down to sit on your lap wrapping your arms around her waist as she got comfortable. She looked at you with a red face, blushing even deeper when you smiled at her.

You casually moved your hand on your waist down to her ass watching as her face flush for the umpteenth time.

The girls decided to go watch a movie after the game. Katie and Lia made sure you two were next to each other. At the beginning you could feel Leah's eyes on you from time to time admiring your side profile. You put your hand on her tight and looked at her as she inhaled at her contact.

"Do I make you nervous darling?"

"N-no"

"Your face flaring up every now and then says otherwise.''

''How about we get out of here and hang out at my place?"

She nodded

As soon as you two entered your flat you closed the door and pushed her against it making her gasp in surprise.

"Tell me. How do you feel when I'm near you?" She looked down with her face red .

"When I touch you?" You said caressing her cheek with your hand tilting her chin to look at you in the eyes.

When she looked speechless you decided to get to the point.

"How would you feel if I kissed you right now?" Leah suddenly pressed her lips against yours while standing on her tippy toes.

You were taken aback on where the blushing girl got the confidence from. Her confidence didn't last long as you kissed her back harshly pressing her against the door making her gasp in to your mouth.

You took this opportunity to slip your tongue into her mouth making he rket out a small moan and your tongues made contact.

Your hands rested underneath her tight making her wrap her kegs around your waist. You walked toward the couch, as she peppered kissed onto your neck.

You laid her on the couch climbing over her to resume your make out session. You trail kisses from her jaw line to her neck, nipping and biting eliciting a moan from the blonde.

You pulled back and looked at the girl, panting with swollen red lips and a faint mark forming in her neck.

"Let me take you out on a date tomorrow"

''9?''

#leah williamson #leah williamson x reader #leah williamson imagine #lionesses #arsenal wfc #lia walti #caitlin foord #katie mccabe #viv miedema #beth mead #alessia russo #meadema #mcfoord #arsenal women #woso fanfics #woso x reader #woso community #woso imagine #womens football

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valsdelulucorner · 2 days

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Heya! How's ya doing?

Just wanted to drop in and ask if ya had any ideas or concepts or even fandom thoughts you have bouncing around. I personally don't really have much to come up with but that's what cause my brain is a bit slow right now and moving on auto-pilot so it takes a bit for me to think up stuff lol.

Just curious about any thoughts and concepts and such. Anything at all! (Au's, OC's, headcanons or just anything really)

I love this question! here is a few i like with a little description of each<3 I have three fandoms here, obey me, twst and Stardew

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Obey me<3

Self aware normal - In this Au they know they are in a game and have managed to access your camera, actually managing to make contact with the pretty human behind the screen. They actually love talking with you and come with you everywhere thanks to your phone, sometimes you get a call and its just them so you can talk to them. They know your boundaries and know when to turn the camera and microphone off but if something happens or if they find something that excites them, they'll send you a message. Really sweet overall, they don't try to leave the game.

Self aware yandere - This is like the previous Au but instead of it being wholesome, its really sinister. They manage to escape the game and become 7 sentient beings on the internet, tracking your every move online and tracking your location in real life. They have a unhealthy obsession with you to the point they torment you at every turn if you try and get rid of them, they love you too much. They get rid of your friends by either pretending to be you and sending nasty messages to them, or they will make fake accounts to black mail them to make sure they wont try and contact you, They'll know when you talk to you irl.

Mermaid Au - Mc gets caught in a bad storm which causes their cruise ship to crash and sink, causing them to plumet into the cold water. Lucifer sees that your still alive and decides to save you by bringing you to the island close by their home. One the situation with belphie happens, the brothers warm up to you and make a large cove on the island your home, taking you on little adventures in the ocean while trying to keep you from leaving the island.

Werewolf Mc Au - While MC is visiting the human world, they get bitten by a werewolf, mistaking the guy for just a crazy homeless guy so they think nothing of it. After heading back to devildom that night, they start to shift during dinner time at the house of lamentation. The brothers freak out and try and found out what happened to you, all while they try and grab a panicked werewolf MC

Dimension hop Au - In this Au, Obey me is simply just a game until a bad electrical storm comes over your Neiborhood. You were playing Obey me when a large lightning bolt hit your house, and before you could drop your phone you were somehow transported inside the game. Your already past lesson 20 when you wake up in the house of lamentation, you apparently passed out on your birthday celebration when a birthday present shot you with something. (I dont know, im making this up as i go). You try and get back to your own world with the help of the others, including the royals and angels

Dimension hop Alt scenario Au- This is basically the same as the previous AU but instead of MC coming to obey me, obey me comes to them

Twisted wonderland<3

Dimension hop Au - While your playing Twisted wonderland on your ipad, you fall asleep during the middle of a chapter with autoplay on, your Ipad plugged into the wall for charging. During the night, a powerline falters after a tree falls down on it, the sparks causing a glitch on your Ipad that was still plugged into the wall. In the morning you felt something heavy on your chest, opening your eyes only to find the whole cast of twst in your house, teachers and all. They all knew who you were and were good friends with you, but they had zero clue about where they were

Dimension hop alt senario Au - Basically the same as the AU above but Yuu goes down to twisted wonderland instead

Body swap Au - Self explanatory

Overblot yuu Au - Yuu gets pushed to far, everything was to much. Yuu had to deal with all the overblots, they got hated on for not having any magic, they missed their home, they barley could afford to live, and Crowley was being a absolute fucker about money and their living conditions. One day Yuu just snapped, full on screaming at crowley as the black ink started to cover their body, only to come out as the worst of all of the overblots yet

Stardew Valley<3

Yandere Au - Instead of one of the bachelors/bachelorettes being yandere, its one big brawl for your affection. There is blackmail, blood, violence as all 12 bachelors/bachelorettes fight it out for you. Couples may form a truce and share you, some might just steal you for themselves, its up to you how things turn out

Cryptid farmer Au - You took the spot of the old farmers grandchild, it was the only way you were able to have a normal life. After making friends with all of the villagers and all the bachelors/bachelorettes, the fear of people finding out got higher and higher as more and more of the villagers want to speak and hang out with you. One night it got too much for you and your human form started to painfully slip away, panicking in your own home as the group of bachelors or bachelorettes come to see if your ok, only to walk in on you having multiple panicked eyes growing from your arms and neck.

Werewolf farmer Au - The residents of Stardew valley started hearing noises coming from the forest and the farmers place, sounds that were alot worse than the slimes living in the secret forest. Each villager got more and more suspicious of the farmer when they started to observe their behaviour, they always ran home quickly before the sun set, they refused to touch anything silver, and they always seemed to have different hair lengths. One night you were in the saloon for too long and forgot about the time, no one had ever seen you more panicked. One of them tried to hold your arm and calm you down but you swiped at them, not realizing your fingernails have grown to claws. You sprint back to the farm and collapse on the hard rock paths, shifting painfully into a werewolf as the town people followed you from the saloon, but you are conscious the entire time

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This is not proof read lmao, things may be abit scuffed but please dont mind that

If any of you want to use this as insperation for a fic or some art, please @ me! I dont want credit because they have probably been done before, I would just love to see your creations<3

What should I do next?

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2-dsimp · 19 hours

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Hiii hello. I'm new here. I love your blog.

Can I ask for your OCs with a milf reader who just moved next door, maybe? 👉👈

Hope you're drinking enough water, ilyyy

【The H.S.M Scenarios; Milf edition】

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Cw: Fem reader!

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“Hey ma! How you n the kids doin? You guys aight? Need any help round the house?”

Vincent would oftentimes drop by and visit after the initial greeting you gave him at his own apartment away from the hitman team. You became the highlight of his life the moment those baked goodies hit the pit of his stomach. The Enforcer would happily come over to babysit whenever he had the time, after the two of you got close enough. It got to the point of where your kids were already calling him their favorite daddy. And of course he made no plans to correct them, since they’ve grown on him just as much. To the point of where he’d kill for them. Plus the hitman wouldn’t mind stepping up as a potential father as long as he’d get to eat his future wife’s cooking all day.

“Listen brat, I don’t like you and I know you don’t like me so how’s about we just come to a mutual agreement and—Ouch! Did you just kick me you lil shiet!”

Covu and your kid will be at odds with each other 24/7 trying to monopolize your time. Using petty tricks and schemes to try and coax you into putting all your attention on themselves alone. This “rich hobo” would try and take you out on some elaborate dates despite him being lowkey most of the time. Just for an excuse to whisk you away from your guard dog of a child who quite literally has a vendetta against anyone trying to take their mother away from them. The Photographer is thankful to them in a way since your kid acts as repellent for any other suitors trying to pursue you. So sometimes he’d leave anonymous gifts to your kid as a reward or transactions for their bodyguard services if you will.

“…Ahem! Pardon me my lady but I’ve heard that you’ve got trouble putting your little ones to sleep, if you don’t mind I’d highly recommend that you use this melatonin spray so that you can rest more easily”

Rivius, At first would be mildly annoyed at all the ruckus your children would cause next door to one of his laboratory’s he has scattered around Devildom. And like an angry Karen, the devil was about to storm to your apartment and give a regal complaint. But he paused after hearing you breakdown from all the stress of being a single mother. The Archdevil would rub his antler horns feeling a bit distraught at how to go about this issue in a more roundabout way where both of you would benefit. So he came up with a recipe on the spot for a good sleeping remedy for your kids so that both you and him would have some piece and quiet. Long story short you were so grateful that you gave the scientist one of the warmest soul soothing hugs in his life. And he just couldn’t help but get addicted to that feeling leading him to be a constant presence in your life always coming up with ideas or solutions to help you and your kids.

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yanderespamton78 · 10 hours

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sometimes i feel like toby fox made spamton and the addisons especially for people to hyperfixate on. everything about them seems so perfect for people to go rabid about its insane to me

for one, spamton himself pretty much counts for 4 people, those being addispam, big shot spamton, in game spamton, and spamton neo. now sure you mostly see people going rabid about in game spamton but ive seen plenty of people who are obsessed with a version we dont get to see on screen

secondly, even the main in game spamton himself is kinda up to interpretation. loads of people characterise him differently. if i compared two aus to eachother theyd often be very different and depending on the ones i chose could be almost like 2 different people, and then if i compared those to in-game spamton, theyd still be very different. also since you dont see addispam and big shot spamton on screen you dont even know what they acted like so again basically you can make your own guy to fixate on with a few prompts as to what he was like

dont even get me started on the addisons. now im biased as fuck here seeing that ive been fixated on the addisons for like 6 months now (send help) but toby fox basically gave us 4 templates for us to have fun with. sure based off of in game dialogue you have a bit to go off of when it comes to their personality (pink being an asshole and blue being caring for example) but even then every addison in every different au is slightly different and i have never seen two addisons turn out exactly the same. ALSO you dont even know the relationship these characters have to spamton meaning you can have them be siblings, you can have them be friends, or you can ship them based off of what you enjoy. OR you could just ignore them altogether (which a lot of people do lmao)

also another thing is the fact that you dont necessarily need to have your addisons' personalities just reflect off of spamtons. I mean the main 4 addisons give you enough to go off of to make your own, and you are given cyber city, an entire fantasy world for you to put them in. cyber city again is up to interpretation, some people have it be like a normal city, some people make it a utopia, some people make it a hellscape. the choice is yours!!

and even then in game spamton is so versatile. he is perfect for angsty stuff, fluffy stuff, or jsut silly stuff, and none of it is out of character. you couldnt really make an angsty spongebob edit could you, itd be weird and out of characer and no one would take it seriously. but also you couldnt make a silly walten files video, sure people do but its out of character and wouldnt actually happen canonically. but spamton on the other hand. hes the kinda guy who you can draw holding a wallet in his mouth like a cat and generally being silly but also you could draw him sobbing at the bottom of dumpster and neither would be out of character!! AAAA

also extra thing i thought id add but his backstory is also very up to interpretation, like i dont think ive ever seen two people who think spamtons rise and downfall went exactly the same. sure everyone has the same general idea of how it went but some people believe in acid theory, some people believe in puppetification theory, some people have a mix of both, some people have their own idea of how it went down, and with that you can project different parts of your own trauma onto whatever happened to him.

ok sorry that was so long thank you for reading my very biased ramble about why spamton is perfect byeeee

#scrolling through my drafts and i found this #i thought i posted it?? i was kinda confused on why i didnt get any notifs for it at the time lol #i wanted to repost it anyways so here you goo #deltarune #spamton #spamton deltarune #spamton g spamton #deltarune spamton #addisons deltarune #deltarune addisons

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erwinsvow · 5 hours

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Heeeey, Shea. How are you?

I just wanted you to know I love your stories. Kook trio reader and shy reader are my favorite.

I know that's not how it went, but I really think in another universe, Rafe would have trouble getting to date shy!reader because she just wouldn't realize he was flirting hard with her. Maybe a bit of self esteeming issues or because she's inexperiente. But, anyway, I see her being completely oblivious about all his efforts and being like "he's so nice, guys. No, he would never flirt with me. You guys are insane" and everyone else would be like "girl... what?".

Thank you for your stories, they keep me smiling. <3

- T.

hi t!!! thank you so so much for your kind words, it means so much. i am so glad you love the different readers on this blog! i think your idea is so cute and funny, it suits them perfectly. here's a little bit based on what you sent and i hope you enjoy ♡

since the day you had met rafe—truly met him, not counting the multiple instances where you had passed him in tannyhill attached to sarah's hip when he hadn't even realized you'd been there—you had been a little confused about the newfound attention he was giving you.

you felt it was strange. sarah was always going on and on about how mean rafe was, how badly he treated others and how he never spared a minute to talk to anyone. but she must have been exaggerating. right?

the rafe that you were becoming more and more acquainted with was nothing of the sort. from the time he had driven you home a few weeks ago to now, he had been nothing but nice—offering you a ride everytime you were at tannyhill, asking if you wanted anything when he was on his way out. he even went out of his way to find you at the country club, stopping to say hi even if it was in the middle of one of his golf matches.

it was nice. it was really nice. everything sarah had told you about him seemed to be completely wrong, but then you realized it. rafe was probably trying to be a better brother, and starting with being nice to sarah's friends was likely a good jumping off place.

with this notion firmly stuck in your mind, you proceeded to go about your days, smiling sweetly at rafe when he was being so nice and reminding yourself to tell sarah—her brother was making a big effort, and it deserved to be recognized.

"did i see rafe walk away from the course to say hi to you?" sarah asks, and you look up at her, a little surprised. you hadn't brought it up yet, and in all honestly, didn't know when you would.

your other girl friends look a little closer at you—surprise evident on their faces too. you hate being the center of attention but somehow it feels even worse like this—they're all getting the wrong impression.

"yes.. he's being very nice. i think he's trying to make it up to you, y'know, for being mean like you say he is."

"by being nice to you?"

"by being nice to all of us," you add quickly, looking at the other girls, waiting for them to pitch in.

"he's never been nice to me."

"i don't think he's even ever said hi to me."

"so how exactly has he been nice to you?" sarah asks, and you feel your face burn. they still have the wrong impression and you have no idea how you'll correct them.

"well not much," you lie, clearing your throat. "he just gave me a ride home a few times. and he said hi a couple times here. and got me a soda from the gas station the other day."

"not much?" your friend questions.

"he never asks me what i want from the gas station-" you interrupt sarah, eager to make sure they stop speculating.

"he was just being nice. it was nothing, i-"

"what's next?" sarah asks, cocking her head at you. "don't tell me, he lets you pick the music in his car?" she laughs, and the others do too, but you stare back at her blankly.

"just once or twice," you mumble, suddenly finding your drink and the misty glass far too interesting.

"oh my god. he's totally flirting with you." you whip your head up so fast you think you got whiplash.

"you're insane. that is so not what this is. he was just being nice."

"if any other guy did this, you'd be picturing your future wedding-"

"it's not just any other guy, it's sarah's brother. do you see the kind of girls he goes out with? that's how i know he's being nice, i'm nothing like them-"

you feel incredibly flustered, face hot and playing with your hands like you do when you get nervous. your friends are laughing, and though you know it's not at you, you still hate the feeling, feeling like you might burst from the intensity of the emotions you're experiencing right now. first and foremost—the fact that maybe rafe wasn't just being nice to you.

"yeah?" you hear, though you don't look up. "then why's he walking over here right now?"

#collective OOOOHHHH #rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #shy reader

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lost-in-fiction-like-ur-mom · 22 hours

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Can I request a fic where Wrecker or Hunter (your choice) falls for a circus performer after he sees a show where she’s an acrobat? (I’m thinking Greatest Showman vibes for this fic)

Performance

Wrecker x Reader

Summary- Wreckers sees your performance as an acrobat and immediately falls in love!

A/N- Thank you for requesting, I finally had an idea spark with his prompt! Thank you SO MUCH for your patience <3 Reader is described as flexible, but no body type is mentioned! :)

Word Count- 1,187

Growing up on Ord Mantell was tough to say the least. It was an over-populated and crowded city. Not to mention, being the daughter of a Ring Master.

Your father ran a sort of Circus. Taming and showing off exotic creatures, all while putting on a show. You knew at an early age you'd follow in his footsteps of becoming a performer. To see the cheers and joy on faces made all your hard work pay off.

And the pay? Well it was enough to get by.

Your day started like any other, warming up for your set moves. That was until a small girl and a very large man in armor stumbled into the Circus tent.

They both seemed sweet, but the show didn't start for another hour.

"Excuse me, how can I help you?" You walked up to them, your shiny leotard and skirt reflecting in the lights.

"Wow..." The big man spoke.

You frowned your brows at him. "Oh! Uh, I'm Wrecker! Your outfit is really pretty..." Your face rose in understanding. He meant a compliment, not an insult.

"Well thank you, Wrecker! May I ask what you two are doing here? The circus doesn't start until the sun goes down." They must be new to the city, most knew exactly when the tricks started.

"We came to see the show! We were just so excited, we couldn't wait until sundown!" The girl beamed you had a good feeling about her.

You smiled at her words, it was becoming more rare for children to be excited for your work. Many chose to stay indoors now, you mostly received tourists nowadays.

"You sure sound excited! What's your name?" You teased, slightly bending down to her.

"I'm Omega, and this is my brother." She turned to gesture to Wrecker. You got a good look at him, he was... really tall and muscular.

You were extremely grateful for the colorful lighting all around. Without it, they'd have been able to see your blush.

Feeling in a particularly good mood, you spoke. "Since you two have been so kind, would you like to stay? To watch the rehearsals and warm ups?"

The girl jumped up, grabbing onto her brothers arm. "Oh, please Wrecker?"

He was distracted, however. His eyes still on you. "Uh yeah sure kid. Whatever you want."

You noticed, bashfully looking down. Only for a moment, as an idea sparked. "Why don't you guys go over to the snack booth and get some Mantell Mix? On the house!"

You pointed to the stand. After they both thanked you, Omega and Wrecker headed that way.

Something turned in your stomach, nerves... You haven't gotten nervous before performing since you were a child. Your whole life you'd been on stage, why was not any different? Was it because Wrecker was still keeping a mesmerized eye on you?

Sure, you had plenty of creeps checking you out. It just came with the job, a tight leotard never helped. Wrecker, however, didn't have a lustful eye. He truly seemed innocent and simply in adoration when he looked at you.

You shook off the feeling, after the show was over they'd leave. Just like everyone else did. That was just the path you chose in life. You couldn't help but wonder if you wanted more. Everyone seemed to come and go, but you stayed. Were you tired of staying in one place?

You had no time to dwell on such thoughts, the show was starting soon. A crowd was starting to form, lines getting longer at the food stands. It was your que to follow your father behind the curtains.

Just before doing so, you looked back. A small tradition your mother started when you were little. A last look at the crowd before you reentered as their entertainment. Typically, they were basking in the refreshments or the patterns covering the walls- but your eyes met Wreckers.

He had a goofy grin on his face, one that matched Omegas. When he saw you looking back at him, he gave an energetic wave. You shyly raised your hand to acknowledge him, a matching grin on your face.

It made your heart flutter, though you intermediately shamed yourself for feeling so childish. Flings were for children. Not professional performers.

The show went on, as it always does. Lights move quickly, crowd hushing, and your father the ring bearer introduces the acts.

Juggling, Knife Throwing, Beast Tamer, Sword Swallowing, Clowns. You name it. Each after the other came out in a silly or scary tune. You, however were called last.

"We conclude our show with the Acrobat and Trapeze artist in one!" He called your name out, a slow melody following. It was a sweet harmony you enjoyed, the colorful lights dimming.

Only a single light filled the tent, pointed at you as you were lowered from a support rail.

A silk stream warped around your waist and upper arms. You bended and twisted- earning many gasps and whispers.

You found yourself wondering only for the large man you just met. Was he encaptured by your movements? Was he worried for you as you dropped down to the floor, swinging on the silks? Did he care enough?

Finishing the show was second nature, jumping from one side of the tent to another, grabbing onto rope and gliding above the crowd, a fake sword fight with a clown. It was work, but you truly had fun each time.

Sooner than later, it was all over. You retreated after the applause, noting that Wrecker cheered the loudest. When the majority of the crowd was gone, you came back out to help the clean up.

"That was Auuhhmazing!" He drew out his words, Wrecker bouncing over to you. Omega was hot on his tail.

You flashed your teeth, "Thank you!" Typically it ended at that, but he had so many nice things to say about you...

"I was so scared for you, that last drop was crazy!" He said, looking genuinely concerned. Omegas added to him, "You looked so cool in the silk ropes!"

"You two are so kind, I'm truly flattered." You began to end the conversation, a blush rising up.

That was until Omega pulled on Wreckers arm, "Now!" She urged.

He was bashful, rubbing the back on his neck. "Uh, you really are beautiful. Not that that's the only think I noticed! Uhm, I just, you are so talented, and nice... I was wondering if you'd..." He stopped to look at your expression.

"I would be honored Wrecker, just name a time and place." You had never known yourself to be so bold, he just seemed to bring that out in you.

"Really?" He exclaimed, surprised. "Yes." You laughed out.

"What about after tomorrow's show?" He was eager.

"I'll be waiting right here in my nicest dress." At your words, his face dropped. He turned to Omega.

"We have to go shopping for some nice clothes!" She seemed to become giddy at this.

"Well, I'll see you tomorrow, Wrecker. I'm looking forward to it." He could only blush and stare as you walked away.

A/N- Thank you so much for reading!

Tags- (lmk if you want to be tagged as well!) @thethreeeyed-raven @dangraccoon @knight-of-flowers

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oliver-crow · 2 days

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hii i really liked your tags on the OM fishie boys, can you talk more about them? or maybe which aquatic animal you would personally headcanon each? no pressure =w=bb <3

Hi thank you ! I’m just a ocean nerd who looks too deep on mermaid designs

So for these guys I’m going to give them a shark and a different sea creature , mainly because I love sharks so much know more about them but also I have ideas for other creatures.

Obey me cast as sea creatures!

Lucifer:

• so for a shark I think he would be best as a bull shark

•bill sharks are territorial and can kill (even if accidentally)

•other animal wise he would be a vampire squid

•mainly for aesthetics but also since vampire squids are seen as not actually squids and of their own genus . Like how Lucifer was a demon but not anymore and is something different

•idk it’s hard to write for him T-T

Mammon:

• I know what you all are thinking for shark mams, ‘he’s obviously going to be a mako’

• NO. mammon is a lemon shark through and through .

• why? Well lemon sharks sometimes form bonds with certain divers and get incredibly possessive and greedy for the divers attention to the point they will actively drive away other sharks .

• who else is possessive and greedy but also sweeter than most other shark demons well mammon of course

• he could also be a bluefin tuna cuz really fast but idk

Leviathan:

my bias will show here lmao

• Levi is absolutely a thresher shark I mean he has the same energy as one !

• thresher sharks attack schools of fish ..schools of normies maybe?

• noooo it’s not just because thresher sharks are my fav and Levi is also my fav whattttt/s

•as for marine creatures Levi is an octopus

•they hide away and can change colors when scared

•Levi hides away in his room and changes colors when embarrassed!/hj

Satan:

• Satan gives off big oceanic white tip shark vibes

•Both are incredibly territorial and can act aggressive.

•for marine animal I’m just kinda throwing stuff at a wall here and hoping it sticks

• he’s a dolphin . I’m debating making him an orca but I have a specific sleepy demon I have that idea for.

•dolphins can be aggressive but sadistic when hunting things

•dolphins are also incredibly smart .

Asmodeus:

• ok to be honest I do not know what shark to throw at this guy so this will be vague

•he gets a leopard shark since they are considered one of the prettiest shark species

•and of course for sea creature he is a jellyfish , specially a sea nettle jellyfish!

•sea nettles may not be deadly but they can cause painful stings while also being incredibly pretty

Beelzebub:

•there’s no doubt in my mind that this guy is a tiger shark!

•tiger sharks are big strong and beautiful but they will eat literally anything

•like. Anything. Some have been found with license plates in their stomachs

•as for another creature he’s like a giant grouper

•they also eat anything they can fit in their mouths but also get huge .

Belphagor:

• so shark wise he is a pacific sleeper shark

•they are supposedly known for their sluggish and dozy nature

•for a sea creature he is absolutely an orca !

•orcas are intelligent and methodical.

•they also have never hurt a human in the wild and only in captivity

•belphie was in captivity and then hurt a human so he’s an orca to me.

Holy crap I’m sorry this took so long I’ve been busy and I also wanted to make this as perfect as I could lol .

Hope it’s okay , I might make this an au , maybe . If y’all want that lmk lol

#im cringe but im free #obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me mermaid au #obey me mermay #late mermay post

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You can ignore this if you want but!! I have an idea for a request: Gavril and mc trying to make homemade cheese together. Whether Mc already knows how to make cheese or not can be up to you!

Making Cheese with Gavril

Notes: I'M BACK, I SWEAR GUYS I AM NOT DEAD. Seriously I'm so sorry for leaving y'all w/o anything, my motivation to write anything had disappeared and finals bombarding me SUCKKKED. BUT I'M FINALLY FREE, RAHHHHHHH!!!! Anyway I was reminded of this one ask Part got last year with a cheese maker reader/food taster (I couldn't find it but it's somewhere on their dash, so credit to the person who asked the ask!) and I thought why not use that? Enjoy reading! (He may be OOC guys, it's been a while since I last wrote T~T)

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol in here (idk if Gavril drinks alcohol but considering the crap he goes through, that boy needs a DRINK)

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Working as a cheese maker is a lot of work, as simple as it may seem to others outside of the profession. Physically demanding your attention each and every day. But that was part of the job either way. Doesn't mean it can't be fun, especially if you're a fanatic of cheese.

Tomorrow was your day off, your muscles finally being able to relax from the constant lifting, stirring, and pressing that they had to endure. You had a pretty good idea of what to do when you came back from work, and that was to relax until the early hours of the morning.

It was getting dark; the sun setting as it casted its long shadows onto the ground below. You felt yourself sinking into the couch cushion, the nerves of your limbs becoming fuzzy as your mind went numb watching the screen of the TV, some random show you couldn't bother to pay attention too for the last couple of hours.

A ping from your phone pulls your attention away from the show you were mindlessly watching, slowly pushing yourself up from the couch— wincing a bit as your limbs were finally moving again after so long—as you reached for it. You had a pretty good guess of who it was, as he was the only one who texted you on a daily basis.

Open your window please <3

"Didn't know my day could get any better." Smiling, you sent him a message back, standing up from the couch as you stretched your arms high above your head; a few of your joints popping in the process, letting out a sigh of satisfaction.

Which one?

Bedroom window

Omw

It scared the crap out of you when he first appeared at your window with little to no warning, but with how things usually played out in your life, you got used to it eventually.

A smile graced your face when you saw him perched by your window with an eager look on his face, his goopy tail seemingly wagging at the sight of you once you approached closer to the window.

Thank god he actually came when it was dark this time, you don't need another situation happening with your neighbor freaking out to the police.

"Hey." You offered quietly in greeting, wrapping your arms around his neck as you nuzzled into his skin—enjoying the warmth he seemed to radiate. He copied your actions, wrapping his arms around your waist—his grip gentle yet tight as he pulled you to himself.

"Hello, darling." He mumbles into your hair, placing a kiss atop your head.

"Didn't know you were coming back so soon?"

"Wanted to surprise you."

"Well, color me surprised."

~~~

"So," Your back was turned to Gavril as you poured the two of you drinks, "-anything new happened on your crazy adventure?"

At this point it was routine for the both of you. Gavril comes back, you make sure he isn't injured, catch up with each other's lives. Most of the time Gavril's stories seem to be a tad bit more interesting than yours, and concerning at the same time.

Very concerning.

"Not much," He starts, "-but I did get chased by some agents a few weeks back.." A awkward smile appears on his face as he shrugged his shoulders. His coat was currently laid across his lap, his fingers fiddling with the frayed edges while he looks around the room. Walking over to him, you offered him the glass as you sat down in the chair next to him, he gladly took it—taking a small sip of it before placing it down onto the table. You took a sip of your own drink, the liquid giving your throat a slight burn that soon settled into a slight tingle.

It's been a while since you last had a drink, not crazy long ago though, watching as the liquid swirls in the glass before bringing it back up to your lips again—embracing the burning yet warming feeling of the liquid.

"Did that same redhead appear again?" Gavril mentioned him once or twice before to you, you're not sure what the name of the guy is, all you know is that he constantly reappears and how cowardly he can be.

"No, only his buddy showed up this time. Wasn't like anything changed though." The corners of his lips hint at a smile, bringing a hand up to the one prominent curl of his hair as he plays with it for a bit, twirling it around his finger. "I wonder how he even got that far in without quitting." You murmured out. From what you've heard, FBI training is no joke, and very intense. Both physically and mentally. Those who can't handle the challenge usually quit early on; and if they do pass, then there's the insane amount of cases that would affect nearly anyone. So for the redhead to get that far still puzzles you.

"I wonder the same too."

You continued to talk for what seemed like hours, pouring yourselves a few more drinks as the day slowly faded away into the early hours of the morning. Your muscles felt relaxed, more at ease; a comforting haze overtaking your brain as you let today's worries slip away. It doesn't seem Gavril is feeling the effects of the drink other than the nearly invisble tint of red on his cheeks and his relaxed posture instead of the regular stiffness.

Drinking the last bit of the liquid left in your cup, you stand up from your chair as you head towards the fridge, looking back towards Gavril to offer him something to eat, "You hungry?"

He hums out in confirmation, head now resting on top of his folded arms, eyes closed. Peering into the fridge, you clicked your tongue; no cheese. Searching every corner of the fridge, nope, nada. What a pickle you were in.

You could just go to the convince store that's not far from here, 10 minutes by foot. But is it opened? Checking the time on your phone, no, they closed just a few minutes ago. Are you sure your eyes didn't just missed the cheese?

Second time looking, again, nothing.

While searching the fridge for a third time, a thought pops up.

'Well...there's milk, and a few lemons...' Looking in the cabinet next to the fridge, yup, salt and some leftover animal rennet.

Ah, a quick and easy solution to your small problem.

Quickly getting to work, you grabbed two small bowls, pouring water into both of them. Rinsing and cutting the lemon, you squeezed some of the juice into one of the bowls, mixing it and setting it aside. For the second bowl, you added some animal rennet into the water, mixed it and set it aside with the other. Once placing the pot on top the stove, you felt the embrace of two arms wrapping around your midsection with the added weight of something on your shoulder. Peeking behind you to see Gavril, with a curious look in his eyes.

"Something wrong?"

"What..exactly are you doing?"

"Ran out of cheese, so I'm making some." You respond cheerily, a tired smile spreading on your face. Turning back to the task at hand, you missed the way that red tint on his face seemed to have become darker, hugging you closer to himself as he watches your hands at work.

Despite you guys dating for several months, he still gets shy about acts of affection. Kisses, praises, gifts, being pampered; It just gives him that fluttery feeling that cascades through him. It's not that he hates it, no far from that, it's just that he doesn't know what to do. Being isolated from everyone—for who knows how long—and his only company as rats made him rather awkward. You don't mind it though—it's adorable to you whenever he hides his face in the shadow of his hood when you give him a kiss on the cheek—you want him to be comfortable around you, so usually give him ways out or just let him control the pace.

"Can I help?"

"Of course! Just, wash your hands first."

---

"So I just, pour it in?" There was a hint of hesitation in his voice, looking back and forth at the bowl with the animal rennet mixture and the pot of milk that was just taken off the heat. You had your phone playing some music— since you felt that the atmosphere was a bit too quiet—with one of Gavril's favorite rock bands playing as you guided him through the steps of making cheese.

"Yup, then just stir it in gently."

You watched as Gavril does as he was told, although a bit hesitantly once he began stirring. Walking over to him, you laid your hands atop his hands on the spoon, showing him the proper way to stir the cheese-to-be mixture. The contact brought a blush to his cheeks, a small smile forming on his face.

"Now that's done," Putting a lid on the pot, "-we wait for 10 minutes."

---

"You're gonna want to cut it in a grid-like pattern, like this!" Using a long knife, you cut two lines into the semi-solid mixture before handing the knife over to Gav.

"Oh, seems easy enough." He muttered to himself, changing the way he held the knife before holding it properly in his grip.

"Make sure to reach the bottom when cutting, cause right after this step is done, we're straining the liquid from the solids."

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"I'll handle this part. I'll need to dunk the cheese in some hot water in order to stretch it properly." After straining out the cheese from the whey, you now needed to stretch it until it reached the right firmness. Gavril nods, as he lingers, a excited smile appearing on his face, his fangs peaking out.

Dunking the cheese into the water, you begin stretching. This part you somewhat don't like, it's not that the water is boiling hot, it just makes your skin irritated if it's submerged for long periods of time. Though it is a good way to release stress, it's like slime in a way. Edible slime, huh.

---

After adding the salt, you finally finished, good old Mozzarella cheese. Rolling it into small balls and storing it in some of the whey, you sit down as Gavril pops a ball of cheese into his mouth, a big smile appearing on his face.

A smile comes across your face as well, glad he's enjoying it. It's nice spending time with him, in moments like these. You kinda forget the fact that several month ago that he broke into your house and scared the living shit out of you when you realized you almost got killed.

...Does that count as Stockholm Syndrome??

Before you could think any further, a light poke to your arm brings you out of it. Looking towards Gavril, you see that he's offering you some cheese, a bashful smile on his face as a tint of red makes itself known. Aw, that's sweet of him.

"You can have some.."

"Thanks Gav." Popping the piece of cheese into your mouth, you savor the moment. Cheese tastes so much better when you're making it with those you care about.

What a great way to spend your day-off.

#bubo series #bubo series x reader #bubo series fanfiction #gavril game #gavril x reader #gavril fanfiction #I'm not dead I swear

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All The Reasons We Can't

Requested Here!

Pairing: Tim Bradford x fem!reader (Lucy's roommate)

Summary: When you move in with Lucy Chen, you don't expect to fall for her ex-boyfriend.

Warnings: unspecified age gap (r is younger than Lucy), angst, fluff, spoilers for s6! (it's canon-divergent but still has spoilers)

Word Count: 2.6k+ words

A/N: If you are looking for a happy ending for Lucy and Tim, this is not the fic for you lol.😆

Masterlist | Tim Bradford Masterlist | Request Info/Fandom List

“Lucy!” you call, waving from your seat in the back of the restaurant.

She rushes to you and pulls you into a tight hug. “Thank you so much for coming,” she whispers into your embrace. “I needed this.”

“You’re my best friend, Lucy, I’ll always be here for you.”

Lucy nods as she releases you. You take the seat beside her rather than across from her. She’s dealing with a lot, and you know that she needs a friend right now.

“So, how long are you staying in town this time?” Lucy asks as she picks up the menu.

“Uh, about that,” you begin slowly. “I was thinking I’d just stay this time. You’re here, a lot of other things I love are here, and I just- I think it’s time to stay in LA for good.”

“You’re moving?” Lucy exclaims. “Please don’t be kidding, I can’t take that right now, girl.”

“I’m serious,” you promise her. “I’ve been looking for a new job and a place. Lucy, I want to be close to you; I need you in my life all the time, too.”

“It’s been too long,” Lucy agrees as she takes your hand. “I do have an idea though.”

You hum, inviting her to share, and her smile grows.

“Why don’t you move in with me? Tamara moved out, so I have the room. Even if it’s just temporary until you find your own space, I’d love to be roommates.”

“Are you sure? That’s a lot of change, Luce, and I don’t want to get in the way of you processing everything.”

“I’m really sure.”

“Then, yeah, I’d love that, Lucy.”

Lucy squeals, drawing the attention of an older couple sitting across from you. You wave awkwardly before they look away, then laugh with Lucy. Moving in with her sounds perfect and being right there for each other is part of why you decided to move.

“Hello,” you greet when Lucy returns from work. “Dinner is in the oven.”

“You’re the best friend ever,” Lucy sighs. “Where have you been all my life?”

“Wasting time until we met online mostly,” you answer. “How was today?”

“It was- uh, it was better. Tim and I still have a lot of work to do, mostly on ourselves. We’re going to try to be friends, though, because there’s no way either of us could ever just go back.”

“I get that. Being friends will be good for you, Lucy, even if it’s hard. Especially since you have to see him every day.”

“Yeah, it’s just still hard. Really hard sometimes, to wake up and remember he’s not there.”

You pull Lucy into a hug, which she gladly accepts. The oven timer dings, and you release her with a smile and an apology to finish preparing dinner.

“What would make it better?” you ask. “I know you’ve been thinking about it.”

“Honestly, I know I’m not ready to get out there yet, but I think seeing Tim with someone else – even just platonically – could help. He deserves it, too. For everything that he did and didn’t do, he’s a great guy, and he needs a friend or two that he can be himself with. Or does that sound selfish, like I’m trying to push him away to forget?”

“It doesn’t sound selfish at all, Lucy. You want the best for him, and if he’s trying to be friends, it seems like he wants that for you, too.”

“Yeah.” Lucy taps her fingers on the counter.

“I’ll get you a sign for the door,” you joke, trying to make her smile. “Lucy Chen, Platonic Matchmaker.”

It works, and Lucy smiles as you slide two plates onto the counter. She’s your best friend, and if she thinks Tim Bradford needs a friend (even after breaking her heart), then you trust she’s right.

“Hi,” Tim greets softly when the elevator opens.

Lucy nods once in greeting as she steps inside. “Good morning.”

Tim presses his lips together in the awkward silence. He knows he made the right choice by letting her go to get the better things she deserves, but it doesn’t make this part easier. “Big plans this weekend?”

“Not really,” Lucy replies. “My roommate is making me dinner tomorrow night and we’re just going to hang out, I think. Tamara and some other friends are coming over this weekend.”

“That’s good. You got a new roommate already?”

“I did. A friend I met a few years ago moved here, so…”

“Nice.”

“Yeah.” The door opens and Lucy steps forward. “Plus, she knows every little thing there is to know about me and you.”

Tim’s eyes widen and Lucy laughs as the elevator door closes behind her. Shaking his head, Tim smiles because Lucy looks happy again. His phone buzzes with another reminder about her cop-iversary, a term she coined to celebrate the anniversary of when she graduated to short sleeves. It’s the first year he hasn’t celebrated with her, but he’s still celebrating for her.

On the day of Lucy’s cop-iversary, you wake up early to surprise her with her favorite breakfast. When you have the food done and decorated for her big day, you realize that she should be awake by now. You walk to her bedroom door and knock lightly.

“It’s open,” Lucy calls from inside.

Gently pushing the door open, you see her finishing her hair. With the last clip in place, she sighs and looks at you. Her eyes are bloodshot, she looks tired, and there’s no sign of excitement for her big day.

“What happened?” you inquire.

“Yesterday was awful. A cop got shot, and I got roped into an undercover thing that almost blew up in my face… I’m just stressed and tired, I think. Everything’s piling on, you know?”

You extend your arms toward her, and Lucy hugs you tightly.

“Thank you,” she whispers. “What is that amazing smell?”

“That’s your cop-iversary breakfast. Go eat, I’ll tidy up in here for you.”

“I love you,” Lucy sighs. “You’re the best person, friend, roommate, human, ever.”

“Back at ya,” you reply happily. “Now go before you run out of time.”

Lucy presses her hands together in another silent thanks as she walks backward out of her room. If she hadn’t told you about the rough day yesterday, her room would have. There are some clothes spread around on the bed and floor, her desk is disorganized, and there’s an overflowing backpack shoved in the corner. Her go bag, you realize. You pick a place at the back of the room and begin gathering the loose items; it’s the least you can do for your best friend.

In the kitchen, Lucy takes a bite of food and closes her eyes in appreciation. Before she can continue eating, someone knocks on the door. As she stands, she grabs a piece of food from the edge of her plate and pops it in her mouth on the short walk to the door.

“Kojo!” she squeals.

She drops to her knees without greeting Tim, opting to welcome Kojo into the apartment rather than the man who brought him over. Lucy takes the leash from Tim and leads Kojo to the couch.

“Can I come in?” Tim asks from the hall.

“Yeah,” Lucy answers, not looking away from Kojo. “What are you two doing here?”

“Heard about yesterday,” Tim says as he closes the door. “Thought you might want some Kojo comfort.”

“Kojo comfort is my favorite.”

“Happy cop-iversary.”

You survey Lucy’s room once you’re finished. With a satisfied nod, you turn toward her door. As you open it, you realize that Lucy has company.

“Sorry,” you say softly as the man looks toward you.

You recognize Tim Bradford from Lucy’s description of him and the pictures she refuses to delete. Now that they’re friends, it’s fine, but you didn’t approve of the folder while she was lying awake every night.

“I’m just gonna…” you trail off and walk toward your room.

“No, you can stay,” Lucy says. “You live here, too. This is Tim. Kojo and I will be right back.”

Lucy stands, and Kojo follows quickly behind her. She gathers her plate from the counter before she and Kojo disappear into her room and the door closes behind them.

“Hi,” you tell Tim. You remember that Lucy never actually said your name and offer it.

“Nice to meet you. And glad to see Lucy got a good roommate,” Tim replies.

You nod and look toward her door before you drop your voice to say, “Thank you. Lucy told me how you’re trying to do everything right after the breakup. Friends and all that. Plus, she needed to see Kojo today.”

“It is quite literally the least I can do,” Tim replies.

“I disagree. You seem like a great guy, Tim, and the fact that you’re trying at all means a lot. To me, at least.”

Tim isn’t sure how to respond to that. He blames himself for so much of what has happened recently, yet as he stands here with you, that guilt and the memories fade. He just wants to know about you.

“So, you and Lucy have been friends for a while?” he asks.

“Long-distance friends. We met online and then ran into each other in person a while back. Everything just kind of fit between us.”

You’re taking up every thought in Tim’s head, he realizes. Even as you’re talking, he wants to know more, to know you. But then a small voice in him points out that you’re young. Whatever it is he’s feeling doesn’t matter; you’re younger than him, younger than Lucy, and there’s no way you’d be interested in him. The realization fails to silence the other voice that whispers about how he feels alive, like himself again.

“How are you?” you ask. “Not just like how are you, I mean. Uhm… How are you doing with everything?”

The whispering voice rises to a yell. Tim’s heart knows exactly what it wants. Back to life in his chest, Tim acknowledges its cry that he needs you. Tim Bradford has feelings for Lucy’s younger roommate.

“I’m sorry if that’s overstepping your boundaries,” you add when Tim doesn’t answer. “It’s just that Lucy had me, Tamara, plenty of people to talk to after the breakup. From what she’s told me, you may not have had that same community to help you.”

“I don’t,” Tim agrees. His heart hammers in his chest as he wishes he could come home to you and your arms, where nothing else would matter.

“I’m sorry.”

He shrugs half-heartedly and offers a small smile. You see right through them to the sadness and guilt beneath. Living with Lucy has accustomed you to touch and physical affection, and you don’t think twice before you hug him.

Your arms wrap over his shoulders, and the brief moment where you think he will pull away ends when his strong arms tighten around your waist. He drops his face to your shoulder and holds you tighter as he clings to you. You feel it, and Tim does too, as he melts in your arms and releases the baggage he’s been carrying for far too long.

“You have people now,” you whisper.

Tim nods against you and raises one arm toward your shoulder to deepen the hug before he pulls away.

“Do you have your phone?” you ask, your hand still on his arm. “I can give you my number so you can call or text any time you want.”

Tim passes you his phone and watches your eyes as you type your contact information. As you place it back in his hand, you repeat your invitation.

“Anything you need, just to talk or listen, I’m here, Tim.”

“Thank you,” Tim replies. He holds your eyes for a moment then asks, “Is Lucy going to give Kojo back?”

You tilt your head back and laugh, and Tim smiles at the sight and the melodious noise. “Nope,” you answer.

“Maybe I should take her roommate to get even,” Tim jokes.

You smile at him as you shake your head. “Take a seat, she’ll be a while. There’s plenty of food, too, so help yourself.”

Tim happily takes a seat, more than willing to pass the time with you while Lucy gets comforted by Kojo. The minutes pass quickly as you and Tim get to know each other. When Lucy’s door opens again, Kojo trots to Tim’s side and Lucy calls that she’s just getting her stuff and she’ll be ready.

“Great, I’m a chauffeur now,” Tim grumbles.

“Tim, you should come over more often,” you suggest. “Only if you’re comfortable with that, of course. I think it would be good for all of us, though.”

You pat Kojo’s head as Tim promises, “I will. And if you ever want to come to my place or meet somewhere, you have my number.”

Lucy emerges before you can answer Tim, and she hugs you tightly to thank you for the cop-iversary present. She tells Tim he’s free to go, to which he rolls his eyes but leaves anyway. You know that you’ll be texting him soon.

“You hugged Tim,” Lucy accuses after he leaves.

“What?” you ask, turning back toward her after watching Tim leave.

“I’m not mad. You’re really good for him.”

“Lucy, I promise it was not my intention to-“

“I know,” she assures, reaching for your hand. “But Tim and I are friends, he clearly likes you… If you want to try, I’m rooting for you.”

“Thanks.”

She picks up her bag and steps toward the door. “You didn’t ask how I knew you hugged him.”

“Cologne?” you guess.

“Happiness. I saw it on him too, and it’s been a very long time since it was that obvious.”

After she leaves, you unlock your phone and see that Tim has already sent you a text. With his comments and Lucy’s approval, there’s no reason why you shouldn’t pursue whatever it is that’s blooming between you.

“Thanks for the hug and the talk,” you read. You smile as you type a reply: Meet at my favorite restaurant on Friday for more?

The message says ‘delivered’ then ‘read,’ but there’s no reply. A minute passes and you lock your phone. Maybe you misread everything, and he really did just need a hug, and now he’s done. You try to shake it out of your head and begin to clean the kitchen. You’re nearly done when your phone rings.

“Hello?” you answer as you dry your hands.

“Why?” Tim asks.

“Hmm?”

“I’m older than you,” Tim points out. “And I dated your roommate and then dumped your roommate. I kept secrets and lied and nearly lost my job. There are more reasons than I can count that this wouldn’t work.”

“I know you’re older than me. And I don’t care. Tim, for all of the reasons you just told me that this- that we wouldn’t work, did you think of any reasons we would?”

Tim exhales before he admits, “No.”

“Then I’ll see you Friday, because both of our hearts already know, and for every reason that your brain tells you no, my heart is telling me yes. If yours isn’t, tell me now and we walk away.”

“Mine is too,” Tim whispers.

“Good.” You smile as you say, “Hey, can you get the early bird special, so our first date is cheaper?”

“What do you care? You’re not paying,” Tim replies, an addictive, teasing lilt in his voice.

“I’m glad you came over today, Tim. I needed that hug, too.”

“See you on Friday for more.”

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seravphs · 10 months

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I’m scared to post knight Gojo thank you for being so nice to me about it bffs 💛

#I’m nervous! I’m so nervous!!#thinking about the John Green quote about potential and fear of failure #knight Gojo is really scary to me because the last project I think people really liked from me was Teen Dad Gojo #which I've made my peace with even though I used to be really embarrassed of it but if I peaked at sixteen #I could not continue to live with myself that's so embarrassing #knight gojo is my attempt at showing how much I've improved but what if I finish it and I realize I actually haven't improved at all #you don't understand how much this idea horrifies me #I don't want to be frozen in time like any living thing I want to grow!#I'm not normally this insecure about my writing because I am at heart just a blockhead who just bulldozes through life driven by impulse bu #I think Mao talked about this once but there's a chart for growth and at some point your ability to criticize your own work exceeds your #ability to create because you're good enough to recognize quality but not good enough to manufacture it #anyway! knight gojo is going out tomorrow and I'm going to stop being a baby about it and if it sucks it sucks and I keep learning #thanks for being here with me guys <3 let's have a sleepover after I drop the fic <3

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yuriyuruandyuraart · 9 months

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i hope yer happy with yourself YURI CAUSE CROSS HERE MUSTVE HAD HER SPEAR AND STABBED MY HEART AND THEN PULLED IT OUT TO KEEP IN HER TROPHY ROOM OF HEARTS SHE HAD STOLEN /LHJ

overall, tiddies rating 10/10

DAMN ten outta ten??? she wouldn't know what to do with all this flattery dude cmoon HHGFSHGF fr fr waaa thank youuuu >:'D <333333

#ask #my art #cross #fem!cross #GHFHGH i've SEEN your reblog you little sneaky minx!!!! how DARE you be so sweet >:'((((#and ughghg drawing me FANART??? brooo #stop being so cool and talented istg i'm gonna CRYYY WAILING SOBBING this looks so cuuuute<3333 #muah muah love the lil freckles :'0 thank you sm for drawing my gal >:'D i'm munching on your artstyle rn it's so scrumptious <333 #she's new to the whole god of det thing cause she kinda had to fight the last one for the title so dw you're her first prize wehehe >:)#btw it's been agesss since i've seen these designs but i do have the story and new version doodles planned in my wips if you wanna see that #it's a hit or miss when it comes to these lil au ideas in terms of engagement since they're human vers and not skeletons #which i don't mind but it's always so funny trying to find what my audience wants to see cause i never know what to draw for y'all xD #i was SO sure ppl were here for killer art the most- but then i recently learned that you guys like to see more apple brother art!#i really wanna know what got you guys to follow me in the first place actually cause i'm so curious!! >:D and what you wanna see more of to #ok okay tangent over hhh THANK you so so so so much for passing by paper'd you're a real bean for this one muah muah<33333

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daffodilsfortomorrow · 1 year

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2022 has truly been such an interesting year for me, personally and professionally. I just wanted to say thank you to all of my mutuals for this amazing year. I have never been a part of an online community in any degree until I made my first tumblr blog in late 2018, and even then I became active and properly started interacting with people only in late 2019. This blog, all my mutuals and louis have helped me and kept my spirits high even during some pretty desperate times. I dont think I can properly express how important 2022 has been for this tiny part of the internet because this year has been in the making for literal YEARS. So I just wanted to say thank you so much! you guys have no idea just how much joy and happiness I experienced just from being present here.

I didnt make any art, write any fics, make archive-type posts, honestly, i didnt make any substantial contributions in that aspect (which i am hoping to change because it looks like a lot of fun), but just the idea of being here and watching someone who we have all been rooting for succeed feels so wholesome. I read a substack article about how the author felt when she was watching New York Marathon, about how the collective happiness the audience felt when cheering on those who were running, and how she burst into tears from wholesome that experience was. I could understand it completely without even having to employ any efforts for imagination, because we were all here supporting and cheering on someone who many people were convinced would fail.

2022 is a year I will always hold close to my heart bc it was the year I ran out of a meeting because I couldn't stop laughing at all the funny antics the band got up to during the portland 2 show or because I stayed up all night/woke up early morning to watch a shaky live stream of louis getting his shirt ripped off in latam. it's a year i actively sought for and got happiness, so hank you, thank you, thank you.

#idk how many of my mutuals will see this because no one is awake right now rip #but i just #thank you guys so much you have no idea how much being on here with your guys means to me

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heloflor · 11 months

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Have a doc filled with Mario headcanons and wanted to share the sexualities part because fuck it, it’s still pride month.

Disclaimer since it’s relevant to this post : I headcanon that Peach, Daisy, Wario and Waluigi are all creatures from the world of the Mushroom Kingdom who look the way they do due to magic gems (those blue and green gems that Peach and Daisy have respectively). Peach is a Toad, Daisy is a Dino-Rhino (unless those flower people from Mario Bros acid trip Wonder are from her Kingdom, then again I like Daisy being a giant cool Dino, plus the trailer for Wonder showed several other big animals), not sure for Wario and Waluigi but they’re not humans. The Super Crown works the way it does because there’s one of those gems in it.

Also, since it’s briefly mentioned, what I call the “main” continent is made out of the Mushroom, Koopa, Bomb-omb, Thwomp, and Goomba kingdoms. Sarasaland (retconned into Flower Kingdom now ?) and other kingdoms are on other continents (yes I know in Superstar Saga the Beanbean kingdom is neighbors with the Mushroom. But since they never appear in other games, I’ve chosen to ignore that detail).

Anyways, onto the headcanons :

- Mario : Transmasc Aromantic Heterosexual ; he realized he’s aro after finding out Peach is a Toad and losing sexual interest in her (felt bad about it at first because he thought he fell out of love upon discovering Peach at her most vulnerable, Bowser made it worse for him by accusing him of liking her only due to her human form) ; him being transmasc is why he’s named Mario Mario (he thought it would be funny)

- Luigi : Cis Bisexual ; had a fling with Peasley + loves Daisy ; he’s gender non-conforming and sometimes shares clothes with Peach, he also trains his voice to be higher-pitched for the heck of it (+ it can help in case he has to take Peach’s place for a kidnapping)

- Peach : Demiromantic Pansexual ; is cis-passing in human form but is technically transfem due to being a Toad

- Bowser : Omnisexual ; Cis tho I like the idea of him being transmasc and birthing Junior’s egg

- Yoshi and Birdetta are T4T + poly (hence Birdetta flirting with others) ; Birdetta’s eggs aren’t actually eggs (insert joke about her “eggs” being white) ; not sure if “all Yoshis that lay eggs are female” but at least all those that lay eggs that can be fertilized are female (and on that note YOSHI MIGHT BE CANONICALLY TRANSMASC ???!!!) ; Yoshi is straight while Birdetta is plurisexual (bi/pan/omni etc)

- Daisy : Straight + intersex + transfem (imagine if Prince Haru from the 1986 movie was her appearance pre-transition, but remove the whole “Peach’s fiancé” part of the plot, or the plot as a whole since the events of this movie didn’t happen here, just keep Haru’s design as “Daisy before transitioning”)

- Big fan of the headcanon that Kamek is gay ; he doesn’t date because 1. He’s busy 2. He’s getting too old for this 3. He’s devoted to his son and grandchildren which takes all his free time

- Depending on which creature he is Wario would be cishet though I could also see him be plurisexual (bi/pan/omni/other label that has to do with dating more than one gender ; I like putting diversity in queer headcanons but I’m not the most knowledgeable on labels past the most common ones)

- Not sure for Rosalina, either aroace or she’s allo but just stays single due to her life situation ; probably non-binary (she/it, could also be a play on the fact that some see her as some kind of goddess)

- Pauline is Cis Lesbian and her and Mario parted on good terms after he came out as trans on top of other reasons (basically they still care a lot about each other but realized they were better off as friends, the whole “unknown aro + transmasc with lesbian” simply gave them an easier excuse to break up)

- Really not sure for Bowser's kids, the only ideas that are "set in stone" are that Ludwig is gay, Wendy is attracted to boys (doesn't meant she can't like girls), Lemmy is demi-boy (they/him) and Morton is attracted to girls (like Wendy it doesn't close the door for liking men).

Not sure for the rest, though I could see Iggy using he/neopronouns (likely xe/xem) and at least one of them being interesex. Btw the older kids say they don’t date because they’re busy with royal duties but the truth is they are just incredibly awkward + they can’t ask their dad for advice since he’s a romantic disaster

- I could see Toadsworth be aroace, since even in his younger years he cared more about raising his surrogate daughter than dating + he never pressures Peach into marrying ? In general he doesn’t seem to care about romance ? ; he’s also transmasc because Toad

- After seeing Bowser’s Inside Story and the beginning of Dream Team, Starlow is a lesbian crushing on Peach (is very buddy-buddy with Peach despite barely knowing her, makes a big deal out of Peach being kept safe, calls her “Peach” instead of “Princess” from the get go, at times seems to see Peach as the best person in the room)

- Toads and Goombas are naturally agender because mushrooms ; some choose to express a specific gender (ex Toadsworth, Toadette, Peach, the Toads and Goombas from the first two Paper Mario) ; some may use gendered pronouns even if their presentation doesn’t display any specific gender (ex Captain Toad using he/him despite looking like any other Toad) ; basically every Toad/Goomba that use gendered pronouns (or neopronouns) is technically trans and/or non-binary ; cisgender Toads/Goombas go by they/it ; the Super Crown gem gives the shape the Toad see themselves as but it doesn’t have to be cis-passing or even gender conforming, can be androgyne (Daisy took a while to figure herself out, hence her gem giving her Haru’s look at first ; she's not from an agender species but the way the gems work still applies to hers, hence mentioning how her being trans worked on that front)

- That previous point implies either all Toads have the same metabolism and thus all grow facial hair (Peach having to shave tho) or they have mushrooms that serves as HRT for those who want more “masculine” or “feminine” traits (hair/facial hair and tone of voice) ; the color of their hats has nothing to do with gender for Toads (ignore Nintendo’s weird obsession with making every female character in the Mario franchise pink)

- Sexual dimorphism in general is very rare/limited in this world (only the Beanbean kingdom has it ?), in “main” continent, Koopas are the ones where it’s the most present and even then it’s very minimal (genitals, who can lay eggs, possibly size but even then not really since Pom Pom is the only one smaller than her male counterpart, Wendy and other female Koopas aren’t particularly small)

- Toads (and other species) experimenting with gender could be due to seeing Koopas make the distinction between “male” and “female” and finding the idea of changing your appearance based on how you feel to be fun (even though you have the concept of male and female Koopas, there’s no transphobia in Bowser’s kingdom) ; by that point it’s common for Toads to change however they feel and go by any pronouns they want, just because they’re aware of the concepts of masculinity and femininity doesn’t mean they have to follow it to the letter with their pronouns unless they want to

- On that note, I could see Toadette as genderfluid, though she most often goes by she/her ; I could also see one or several of the other main Toads (Ala Gold, Bucken Berry, Captain Toad, "The" Red ToadTM) be bi-gender

- Not sure what’s going on with Waluigi but he’s definitely queer

#Super Mario #Mario headcanons #queer headcanons #long post #Flor talks #not tagging all the characters; no thank you #you have no idea how much back and forth I did with some of these headcanons to put as much diversity as possible with my limited knowledge #and for some like Bowser's kids; I'm still heavily undecided #(I REALLY need to read more about more obscure labels...)#for example: I didn't know who to make as a lesbian aside from Pauline but she's Mario's gf at some point so it wouldn't work #and then I saw comics of both Mario brothers being trans and fell in love with the idea of transmasc Mario #which makes the whole thing with Pauline very convenient #also I tried to balance having a few cishet people in there as well because as weird as it might be to say on a queer-heavy website #in a perfect world; there would be no difference between cishet and queer; so I had to put a few here #on that note; I love how at first I was worried maybe I was making too many cis characters #all the while basically going 'EVERY SINGLE TOAD WE EVER MET IS TRANS'#(btw the whole gender 'fuckery' with the Toads is my favorite headcanon out of all of them #they're just little guys vibing; dressing up the way they want and using the pronouns they want :) )

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