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scuderiahoney · 4 months

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Stick Around

Oscar Piastri x bestfriend!reader

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Summary: You’ve been searching for your soulmate your whole life. Maybe you’ve just been looking in the wrong place.

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Warnings: alcohol/intoxication, cheating/infidelity (not by a main character I promise) mild swearing, excessive use of italics

|Age 20|

“You can’t seriously still be reading that stuff,” Oscar says.

You peer at him over the top of your magazine.

“What stuff?” You ask, playing innocent.

“Your horoscope,” he says, rolling his eyes. “Haven’t you outgrown that yet?”

You shrug, directing your gaze back to the page in front of you. Today, you should avoid the color pink and embrace your skepticism. Oscar’s doing enough of the last part for the both of you. You could gain a great deal of information from social interactions. That’s helpful- you’ve been in search of some gossip. Your soulmate is just a click away- wait, no, that’s an ad. You huff and set the magazine down on the table. Oscar nods in agreement.

“I just think maybe it’s better to live your life without worrying about what the stars say,” Oscar says, waving his hands around in a way that you think is supposed to represent the stars. “Just, like… do what you want to do.”

“I do,” you mutter dryly. “Doesn’t hurt to have some advice, though.”

The two of you have always been like this. Oscar is a skeptic, you’re a believer. He calls it being easy to brainwash, says it in a teasing way that makes you glare at him every time. He’s taken it as his responsibility to keep you from falling for things. You’ve told him time and time again that you’re fine on your own. You just like the idea of predestiny, that what’s going to happen was always meant to.

Oscar is just worried you’ll join the first cult you cross paths with.

|Age 5|

It’s the day after you turn 5 when you first hear the word soulmate. Sol-meight. You sound it out through your lips, sticky with jam from your breakfast. Your best friend at the time, a girl whose name you’ve long since forgotten, had said it.

“S’when you’re meant to be,” she explains, in that all knowing tone that only little kids who know nothing at all seem to have. “Like, my mum and dad say they’re soulmates.”

Oscar, who’s sitting next to you, scoffs. “Everyone’s parents say that. Doesn’t mean it’s true.”

He’s taller than you, even sitting down, hair cut short after one of his sisters stuck gum in it a few days ago. His cheeks are rosy red, and there’s cream cheese on his nose. Years later, Oscar’s face will be one of the first ones you ever remember meeting. Right now, he’s just the boy in your class whose mother knows your mother, and because of that, he’s the boy who rides to school with you in the backseat. He’s not the worst, you guess. He’s… okay. Sort of just… always there.

“Is too!” Your friend says, shaking her head, pigtails bouncing. “Mum says there’s signs.”

“What kinda signs?” You ask, and Oscar turns to look at you in disbelief.

She shrugs. “Dunno. I’ll ask later.”

She comes back to the breakfast table the next day with a magazine page, torn haphazardly and slightly crumpled. On it is a list of signs someone could be your soulmate. The two of you pore over the page at every available opportunity for at least a week, barely able to read all the words.

Your friend forgets about soulmates a month later and moves on to an obsession with Barbie dolls. You carry the magazine page with you for years after that, until it’s worn and falling apart. Then you copy down the list into a safer place, worried you’ll lose it forever. 15 Signs He’s Your Soulmate, written with magic marker on pink construction paper and stowed away in your desk.

|Age 10|

“I hate olives,” you sneer, staring at the very last slice of pizza.

It’s a birthday party. You can’t for the life of you understand why there’s pizza with olives on it. Olives don’t belong on pizza- not much does, in your opinion. Just pepperoni, really. Maybe a sprinkle of Parmesan cheese, if you’re feeling fancy.

Katy, one of your classmates, is standing next to you. “I love olives. Here, I’ll pick them off for you and you can have the last slice.”

The pizza still tastes a bit like olives in the end, probably baked into the cheese, but it’s better than it would’ve been. Katy is your best friend after that. The two of you are inseparable from the moment you get to school until the moment you leave. You beg your mothers for sleepovers on the weekends, for day trips during holiday breaks. YouandKaty. Your names melt together until they become one.

Oscar still rides to school with you in the morning. Sometimes, Katy does too. Katy doesn’t like Oscar. She doesn’t like most boys, calls them gross. Since Katy thinks boys are gross, you do too.

“Be nice to Oscar,” your mother tells you one morning. “He’s not done anything to you.”

You’re in the backseat of the car, on the way to his house. “He’s a boy. Boys are gross.”

Your mother sighs, pinches the bridge of her nose. She says your name sternly, and you shrink in your seat. When Oscar gets in, you say hello and force a smile.

Oscar’s the one who finds you crying on the playground. You thought you’d chosen a better hiding place, really- nobody had bugged you in your spot between the two large myrtle trees. But Oscar finds you anyways. You can’t even bring yourself to tell him to go away, too busy feeling sorry for yourself.

“Wha’s wrong?” He asks.

His cheeks are red- he’s likely been running around with the other boys. You shrug, pulling up another clump of grass and letting it fall from your fingers. Oscar sighs, scuffs his toe in the dirt.

“Katy doesn’t wanna be friends anymore,” you say, rubbing at your bare knee. “She says I’m not cool enough.”

Katy likes olives. You don’t. It’s on the soulmate list. You’re meant to be best friends.

Oscar’s quiet for a moment. Then- “That’s stupid. You’re like, the coolest person I know.”

You look up at him with wide eyes. “Shut up.”

“M’serious,” he says. He holds his hand out to you. “Wanna come play cricket with the gross boys?”

You take his hand, wipe your tears with your other hand. “Yeah. I do.”

|Age 12|

“Are you and Dad soulmates?” You ask your mother one morning, before you even leave the house.

She’s standing at the counter, a piece of toast in her hand, half eaten. Her coffee is half drank, too.

She tilts her head at you. “What do you mean, love?”

“Like, when you met, did you just know he was the one? Did it feel meant to be?”

She laughs. “Oh, god no. We were polar opposites. Barely spoke to each other for the first year after we met.”

You stare at her in surprise. “What changed?”

She sighs, wistfully, staring into her mug. “He asked me if I wanted an orange. I said yes. And when he handed it to me, he’d peeled it for me.”

You blink. “Because you hate peeling oranges.”

“I do,” she agrees. “Love isn’t just a feeling, it’s an action. I think love is more about the choices we make and the things we remember about each other than whatever is written in the stars, honey.”

|Age 15|

There’s a boy on the football team- Ryan. Ryan has dark, curly hair and long, long eyelashes and this smile that makes your heart melt and your brain all fuzzy. Ryan doesn’t like olives, either, but he has a birthmark on the back of his right hand in the shape of a lopsided heart, and if you squint hard enough, you have one that matches on the back of your left arm. You stare at in the mirror for hours after he points it out, his hand on your arm.

You stare at your lips in the mirror for hours, too, after he kisses you for the first time. You think maybe you look different. You must. You’d never been kissed before, but Ryan hadn’t minded.

You go on group dates with him, because you’re nervous and your parents think you’re a bit too young to really be dating. You go to the mall, the movies, the diner down the street from the school. It’s your first taste of freedom.

Oscar asks you if you really like Ryan, like- “like like him?”, one day when you’re sitting in his backyard. Your mothers are inside, drinking wine. His sisters are in the pool, you’re laying out in the sun. Oscar sits under an umbrella and squints at the brightness of the world around him.

“Yeah,” you say, in the same tone you’d say duh or of course. “I think he’s my soulmate.”

“Why’s that?” Oscar asks tilting his head.

“We have matching birthmarks,” you say, again, in the same tone.

Oscar forms his mouth into a little o shape. You squint at him, pushing yourself to sit up.

“Why’re you so worried about it, anyways?”

“M’not,” Oscar says, crossing his leg over his knee. “S’just. He’s kind of an arse, isn’t he?”

He whispers the curse word so his sisters won’t hear. Oscar’s big into karting and racing right now, and the older boys at the tracks swear like sailors. There’s a swear jar stuffed to the brim sitting on the kitchen counter inside, right next to the half empty wine bottle.

Ryan is a bit of an arse, you’ll admit. To almost everyone.

“He’s nice to me,” you shrug. “He brought me flowers, yesterday. Isn’t that what matters?”

Oscar shrugs. He doesn’t ask about Ryan again.

Oscar is the one who brings you flowers when Ryan cheats on you and the other girl tells the whole school. He brings them to your bedroom door and you let him in. He sits with you, even as you cry, the door open the parentally required six inches. He doesn’t ask questions, doesn’t tell you he warned you. He just stays.

When Oscar moves to England, you wave goodbye with a smile. Then you lock yourself in your room and bawl your eyes out for a week straight, harder than you ever did about Ryan.

|Age 18|

Your university roommate, Emma, was born on the same day as you, at the exact same time. Down to the minute. You find it out on your second day of living together. It’s fate, kismet, meant to be. The stars and planets were aligned exactly the same way when you both took your first breaths.

Oscar laughs when you tell him, though he does admit that it’s a pretty cool coincidence. You’re chatting with him on the phone, telling him about your first week of university. You talk a lot, despite the distance. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, or whatever.

You and Emma aren’t in any classes together- you have completely different majors. Despite this, you still become fast friends. You study together in your room and in the library, meet up for meals, and join a book club together. When Emma gets invited to her very first uni party, she brings you along with her. Your closets become shared.

You visit her family over the winter break for a week. She lives closer to the beach, and you love getting to soak up the sun with her and meet all the childhood friends you’ve heard stories about. Oscar comes home for his break and texts you, wondering when you’ll be back and if you’ll even have time for me, or are you too cool for me now?

You tackle him with a hug when you see him, standing at the kitchen counter in your house when you get there. He’s laughing and pushing you off of him, acting like he didn’t miss you just as much. You know he did. It’s written all over the smile on his face.

Emma visits your family later in the break, and that’s when you have your first fight.

“He’s definitely in love with you,” she insists from her spot on the air mattress on your floor.

She’s talking about Oscar, who she just met today. You’d brought her with to a barbecue at his family’s house. You’re regretting that choice. She’s spent all night afterwards pointing out all the signs that he’s in love with you- his hand on your shoulder, the look in his eyes, the way he smiled at you.

“He’s not,” you say, cheeks burning hot. “He’s- we’re friends.”

“Friends, right. Guys and girls can’t be just friends,” she says.

“Yes, they can!” You say indignantly.

Emma ignores you, rolls over, and goes to sleep. She leaves for home the next day- not earlier than she was supposed to, but it feels weird anyways. When you get back to campus, things feel different. You never really talk about the fight, though there wasn’t much to talk about, anyways. It’s not like she’s mean to you- the two of you still hang out, still see each other often. But Emma makes new friends, and you do too, and you stop doing everything together. It’s alright, you suppose, it’s just…

You were supposed to be destined to be friends. But soulmates shouldn’t be this easy to let go of. It’s written in the stars, it’s shouldn’t fade away like this.

Months ago, you and Emma had talked about spending the holiday break somewhere far away- somewhere tropical, exotic, so grown up and chic. But it hasn’t come up lately, and then she mentions a trip she’s taking with some friends from her classes. You book a flight to England instead and see Oscar in his new home for the first time.

You have new roommates next year. None of them have the same birthdate as you. You think that’s okay.

|Age 21|

There’s a stain on your dress, someone’s wine or sangria or cranberry juice that they’d been too clumsy with. You suppose it could be yours- you’re really not sure. It’s your fault for wearing such a light color to a club like this.

It’s your birthday. You’ve been able to drink for a few years, but it’s still your birthday, and for once, Oscar is there for it. Or really, you’re there for it, there being England. You’re on yet another trip to visit him, money saved and scraped together from your job on your breaks from school. Oscar helped pay for the plane ticket as a birthday present, and your parents got you a new luggage set to take along.

Oscar’s disappeared- at the bar, you remember, closing out his tab. You check your phone- 2:22 am. It’s really time you should be headed home-

You’re jostled from behind, and moments later, you feel cool liquid deep down your back. You turn, and there’s a guy standing there, sandy blonde hair and a terrified look on his face.

“I’m so sorry,” he says, British accent smoothing the words over. “I didn’t mean to-“

“S’okay,” you tell him, though you wrinkle your nose at the feeling of what was likely beer running down your back. “The dress was stained already.”

The man sighs. “It’s not okay- let me make it up to you. Can I buy you a drink?”

You frown. “I think I’m supposed to be leaving. My friend just went to pay.”

“Oh. That’s too bad.” The guy’s eyes light up, then. “Wait, how about I take you on a date?”

Your heart skips a beat in your chest. 2:22, you remember. Angel numbers. You are in the right place at the right time.

“I’m only here for a couple more days,” you say, cautiously.

“I’m free tomorrow if you are,” he suggest. “Well, more like later today, but-“

“Yeah, okay!” You’d at brightly, and hopefully not too eagerly. “I’m free.”

He’s holding out his phone for you to put your number in when Oscar pops up. He looks between the two of you with raised brows. “Everything alright?”

“He’s taking me on a date later today,” you explain, tapping the last number. “Because he spilled beer on my dress. Can you check if I put my number in right? My fingers aren’t working right.”

Oscar laughs, leans forward, and nods. “That’s right.”

You don’t remember getting back to Oscar’s apartment. You barely even remember the guy from the bar until Oscar brings it up that morning, a teasing tone in his voice. Suddenly you’re checking your phone every minute, looking for a text from him. You name him Angel Boy, mentioning the angel numbers you’d seen just before you bumped into him. Oscar, well versed in your obsession with things that are just meant to be, rolls his eyes affectionately.

When the sun is trending towards the horizon and Angel Boy still hasn’t called or even texted you, your mood sours. You plant yourself on the couch, an episode of some stupid reality show playing. You’re not paying attention, only staring at your phone.

By the time 7:00 rolls around, you know it’s a lost cause. You can hear Oscar in the other room, shuffling around, and you feel tears well up in your eyes. There’s got to be someone out there who’s actually meant to be yours, right? One of these times the signs will be right, and it’ll all work out. It’s just… you’re getting discouraged.

Oscar appears in front of you and slips your phone out of your hands. He shoves it into his own pocket. He hands you a jacket, one of his, and you stare up at him with wide eyes.

“I’m taking you out to dinner,” he says, as he reaches to brush the tears from your cheeks. “Just because he’s not going to text you, doesn’t mean you should just sit here all night.”

You could cry even harder at that, at the fact that Oscar cares enough to try and break you out of your moping. You don’t really want to go out, but he has this hopeful look on his face. Both of you don’t need to be sad today. So you stand up, pull the jacket over your arms, and take a deep breath. You walk out of the apartment, your arm linked with his.

The ramen bar you go to is probably better than anywhere the guy would’ve taken you, anyways. If you’re being honest, the company is better, too.

|Age 22|

Oscar flies you out to the Netherlands to see him race. You’d been at the Melbourne Grand Prix, of course, but he’d insisted he’d fly you out for at least one race in his first season- promised it years ago, when Formula One was just a dream on his bucket list. Zandvoort works well- it fits into your schedule, and the summer break starts right afterwards, so he’ll actually have time to spend with you.

In the days leading up to the race, he’s extremely busy and extremely apologetic about it. You reassure him that you understand, that you knew what you were getting into, knew he’d be busy. You wander around the paddock, say hi to Logan- who you know only slightly better than all the other drivers- and keep yourself entertained. You spend time with Oscar when you get the chance- between interviews and practices, stolen moments of privacy in his driver’s room. It’s nice, it really is, but it’s also… weird.

You’ve been thinking a lot, lately, about what your mother once said about soulmates and love. For all the soul searching you’ve done, all the stars you’ve tried to read, you’ve come up empty. You’ve resigned yourself to the fact that maybe there’s just not anyone out there for you. Maybe you’re not meant to have a soulmate.

The thing about letting go of that pressure, though, is that it leaves space. Not a hole, not an emptiness, just… space. Room for other things to sneak in and make their home and grow. Somewhere along the lines- you don’t know when, maybe it’s been there all along- a seed had been planted. Now the roots are digging cracks in your heart, the leaves are shading out every other thought, and there are flowers blooming.

For months, now, your heart has been jumping in your chest every time Oscar texts you. You can’t wipe the grin off your face when he calls. You’ve been following every race, waking up at odd hours to cheer him on, sending him selfies with the tv to prove it to him, to make sure he knows you’re watching. You feel a little crazy, because suddenly he’s all you can think about.

Maybe love is about choices. You start making them, start choosing him. The only question now is if he’ll choose you, too.

The whole weekend is chaos. Oscar crashes in practice, sending himself and your heart spinning. He’s okay, thank god- though his mother texts you frantically, asking if he’s really okay. Then the race itself is even more chaotic, between the rain and the crashes and all the stuff in between. Oscar ends up in the points, though not as high as he’d hoped to be. You cheer for him either way.

You stick around the paddock all the way through his debrief, even when he tries to say you can head back to the hotel without him. Eventually, you leave with him and Lando, his arm around your shoulders the whole way to the car that’s waiting. It’s nice. He’s warm. Lando is making small talk, trying to get to know his teammates best friend, the one Oscar never shuts up about. You feel your face grow hot and hope Oscar doesn’t notice.

In the hotel lobby, Oscar makes a stop at the complimentary snack bar. Lando says something about Kim, his trainer, getting after him, which Oscar ignores. The three of you ride up together in the elevator, with Lando demanding most of your attention as he begs for stories about Oscar as a kid. Oscar’s quiet- you wonder if the weekend is weighing on him more than he’d previously let on.

You say goodnight to Lando and then Oscar scans you into the hotel room. Two beds, a couch, and a balcony that the two of you had eaten breakfast on that morning. You walk over to your bed and sit on the edge, flopping down onto your back.

Something lands on your stomach, softly. You look down, and your throat suddenly feels tight. It’s an orange. It’s a peeled orange. Oscar is standing at the window, pulling the curtains closed. His back is to you.

You blink, picking it up delicately. “You peeled it for me.”

“You hate peeling them,” he says. It’s very matter of fact. The same tone he’d use to say duh or of course.

You stare at his silhouette, the slope of his shoulders, the soft puff of his hair. You sit up, stomach turning. Suddenly, you need to be close to him. You stand up, orange in hand, pulling one of the pieces from it. You hold it lightly between your fingertips. Love is an action.

You hold it out to him. He takes it, smiles down at you.

“I love you, you know that?” You say, before you lose the courage.

“Yeah, I love you too,” he says, giving you a goofy look.

“No, like-“ you pause. Maybe you shouldn’t do this. Maybe you should just-

But it’s too late, because a wave of understanding washes over his face. His eyes go wide, lips parting. His hand pauses halfway to his mouth, the orange slice still in his fingers.

“Oh,” he says, voice cracking. His face splits into a grin. “Jeez, took you long enough to catch up, didn’t it?”

When he drops the orange slice on the floor so he can grab your face and kiss you, you’re somehow still so startled that you also drop the rest of the orange. That’s okay, though. He’ll peel another one for you without you even having to ask. Stars light up behind your eyes at the feeling of his lips on yours, and you realize then that maybe soulmates are just the people who choose to stick around.

…..

Deep in your desk in your childhood home, there’s a piece of paper. It’s been unfolded and refolded a million times. At the top, the title says, 15 Signs He’s Your Soulmate in messy, primary school handwriting. You pull it from your drawer and uncap the gel pen that sits in the cup on the desk.

At the bottom of the list, beneath your faded magic marker scrawl, you add:

#16: He peels your oranges.

#16: childhood best friend??

#16: YOU JUST KNOW

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steleir · 22 days

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sick of these posts yet? well too bad. i’m not done not when me along with some of my moots keep discovering more and more disgusting shit adults get away on this play for which is not ok.

i know a lot of people with disagree a lot on this one more than the others because in here i will put screen shots from someone’s blog and i don’t wanna see no anon in my inbox go “you can’t do that” well if i need it to show you how disgusting someone is and the people defending them are, how weird their posts are then i don’t care if i can’t or not.

thank you to @satorisoup and @omitea for providing me with these screen shots.

and lastly, report me, hate, block, un follow, i don’t care what drama this brings. i don’t care if i loose respect from moots or followers, this is something. i wholeheartedly believe is wrong, and im willing to loose this blog for it.

where do i even begin with this one?

maybe i’ll just start on why writing smut for minors is wrong.

first of all i gen see it as borderline pedophilia.like call that exaggerated this character looks like a minor. because they are a minor. “aging them up” is still them as a minor.

and i hen dc if your not going along with the manga. this character needs a CANNON time skip for this shit. sure, aging up is common, even in fluff, but that’s different. most fluff writer are minors themselves, they aren’t ADULTS writing PORN for MINORS. see the difference?

aging up is all imaginary, this character is still a minor.

and iv even seen people go as far as aging down adult characters. like thats just as a bad?? tf is wrong with yall???

a minors is not to be specialized, even if the manga artist does, why are you?

“well it’s not real”

warm i don’t give to flying fucks. it’s a problem whether you like it or not. their MINORS. need i say it again? MINORS.

now beginning with the screen shots i’m goin to start with these:

look at these. bakugo is 16. itadori is 15? who i t heir right minds commissions this as a person in their 20’s? especially the itadori one.

he’s 15 and your imagining him stuffed in your boobs? like hello? do you not see how wrong that is?

oh and also look at them? do they look aged? NO. FUCK NO. they still look like the do in the anime. and in the anime their MINORSSSSSSS.

i have no words for this one tbh. just fucking digusting.

i love how the creator saw this message and because they literally CANNOT defend themselves they post it. mot probably expecting a defense from their followers and moots.

look at the things underlined. this girl has many good points. but what did the creator do? ignore. not at all address what she said. simply laughing when in all honestly, she is the laughing stock.

shes over 25 years old obsessed with a 16 year old.

someone who is under the legal age.

a person who cant consent for themselves. “it’s fiction” erm idc.

“the is own has me rolling” girl go get a life. the person who sent the message is more than right. and you know that.

but your so fucking weird to the point you can’t let go of a character nine years younger than you.

this replies are so fucking funny.

every one of them talking about the fact she kink shamed or the insults she used but not at all addressing her point.

notice that? none of them had an answer. non of them tasked about the fact this girl point out the fact this over 25 yo was a hypocrite and literally a pedo.

why? because they are all immature adults who are blinded by hot MINOR CHARACTERS. these characters are not for you. sorry to break it to you.

these MINORS were not made for your digesting piss fantasies.

“she kink shamed after saying she wouldn’t!!” go cry to mommy kink shaming is no where near as bad as writing porn for a minor.

now, i’m not in the mha fandom. but i’ve watched some of it, and you have most of the villains AND the pro hero’s to simp for. why the fuck are you choosing the students? like girl. bffr.

that entire message and alll that anon cared about was the smut with a piss kink the person was talking about?

like? i can’t even.

notice the fact she ain’t addressing what the person who sent her the message sent?

why? because she obviously knows it’s wrong. she obviously knows. every adult on here knows.

but they are head empty that they laugh it off and brush it off bcs the person is a minor and still attending school so it really dosent matter what we say.

like us minors aren’t idiots. and bye the looks of all these posts it seems we have WAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY more common sense than all of you combined.

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drdemonprince · 1 month

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Your post about "transitioning to escape gender but then there's more gender" has been rotating furiously in my mind since I saw it. When I first realized I was trans at age 15, I identified as agender, but I knew I wanted to go on T and get top surgery so I decided it would be simpler to tell everyone I was a trans man and that just kind of became the truth. Now 10 years later I'm sorta starting to feel like I wanna actually be agender again, but the idea of an identity shift like that at my current age is terrifying and idek who I'd tell, or how I'd do it, and I don't think I wanna stop using he/him exclusively, and I have no idea why I'm telling *you* this other than that I'm scared to talk to anyone I know about it because it feels like somehow admitting that I was wrong about the gender I fought like hell to become, even though i don't really think that's the case I think my sense of self might just be continuously evolving... but I just wanna say you talking about having a gender shift like once every several years is helping me process this rn and feel like I'm not faking anything now AND wasn't faking anything before.

Dog i am right there with you. As a kid I always thought gender was bullshit, the coercive nature of it disgusted and scared me and I rebelled against it the best that I could. I loathed being assigned to any gender category, I never identified as a "girl", but I didn't really identify with any other category either. Puberty terrified me (and of course, it does most young people, but it felt like it would only more deeply entrench the category that I was assigned to in other people's minds, it made it more difficult to escape). I had trans friends as a teen but it did not occur to me to transition because there was really no end goal that I wanted to head toward, I just knew what I wanted to avoid and not experience. I coped mostly by degendering my body with a fairly androgynous style and way of presenting myself to the word and mannerisms, but also by starving myself which was not so great, and not sustainable. I considered transness for myself, even trying on a friend's binder and presenting masculinely at certain queer events, but it seemed to me at the time like just another way in which to obsess over gender, a foolish coercive socially constructed thing that i was trying to avoid.

In my 20s, I learned more about nonbinary people and figured that explained things pretty well. I was enamored with the transition journeys of some other trans people, largely trans women more than trans masculine ones (with some trans-effeminate faggot boy exceptions), but I still didn't want to take on all the expense and uncertainty and hassle of navigating the medical system for myself. I didn't think that the pursuit of being happy merited taking on so many risks or fiddling with myself so much. I saw it as an extravagance I didn't deserve, I guess, and I also couldn't locate a target outcome that seemed desirable enough for me. I was still dealing with an eating disorder and recovering from some trauma and didn't really think about my life in the long term. I guess I still don't, haha, whoops.

Eventually I came out as nonbinary, and nobody really gave a shit. There is a lot of useless, solidarity-breaking discourse that happens online about essentially who is "more" oppressed, binary trans people or nonbinary people, and a lot of that fight amounts to the two groups shouting about the ways in which they annoy one another without there being any cogent analysis of power and where oppression comes from (let alone how much those two categories overlap).

But I will say that being a they/them was far more difficult than being a trans guy socially and institutionally, because your identity is completely illegible to every system around you. "binary" trans people struggle under this too, but i have found there are some immense benefits to having a socially and institutionally legible target gender. nobody would fucking actually they/them me. not anyone. not even other trans people and queer people. there were no public gendered spaces for me. there were no spaces for me. there was no way to move through the medical system, professional life, and other public institutions as a nonbinary person. i was still just a cis woman in everyone's eyes. including the people who claimed to support me. and it was massively frustrating.

and so i think ultimately, i took my frustrations with not being at all able to escape coerced gendering as a nonbinary person and combined that with the affinity i do feel for queer men and the general sense of misery i was still experiencing in my life and decided what the hell, i'll round myself up to being a trans guy. i upped my T dose, i dressed more masculinely, i eventually got a super masculine hair cut that really squared off my jawline and got me gendered correctly, and i started more consciously inhabiting queer men's spaces.

and it was pretty dope. for a while. i felt the rush of having gotten away with something. when people effortlessly gendered as male i felt freed at last from the pressure to be a woman. i was no longer being coerced into being something that i was not. i had escaped the enforced category so much that people couldn't even see the history of that category being pushed onto me. there was relief.

but then. as always happens. people made little comments about my handshake being too weak for a man. the hypermasc dudes at the leather bar rolled their eyes at me and all the other effeminate dudes swanning around the bar. the people who picked me up off the apps or at the sauna would always let it slip, eventually, that they had a lot of experience with trans guys, or had most recently been dating all trans guys, and it would make me feel like a stock character to them, yet another category into which all kinds of assumptions had been projected. a type not a person. a few people said my haircut made me look like i was in the military or described me as actually masculine, which was equally jarring because it was so incorrect. people tried to affirm me by saying i was such a dude, i was such a man, i was such a fag, i was such a gay bro, pawing all over me leaving the mark of all their assumptions and oversimplifications behind. i had tried to run away from gender and there i was just BASTING all the time in everybody's goddamn assumptions about gender. trans people didn't talk about it any less than cis people did, they were just as fucking confining to be around.

it honestly feels really dirty. when people try to affirm your gender constantly and can't stop talking about it, when people look past you and see only your body, your history, or the role they have typecast you in, when people use your body as an outlet for their own gender or sexuality explorations, when they keep trying to measure every single facet of existence up into being masculine or being feminine or being toppy or bottomy or any other gendered type, it's claustrophobic.

as a trans man i tried playing this whole gender game and the second i started winning i began to feel even more disgusted with myself. it wasn't a victory or an escape, it was a capitulation. exploring with my identity and presentation has brought positive things into my life and my health has gotten better as a result, and i've made wonderful friends who, like me, are disaffected by this coercive gendering system. so i don't regret any of that. but trying to make myself legible under the existing gendered system was a fool's fucking errand. i wish i hadnt done it to myself and i wish i hadnt had it pushed onto me. to be clear, it was cissexist, binarist society that forced it onto me; even when other queer people coated me in their gendered assumptions that is obviously a byproduct of societal conditioning, and it's conditioning that ive reinforced in my own behavior and outlook toward others plenty of times too. we all do it, and we are all wronged by the existing coercive gender system.

i dont even care how i fucking identify anymore and i have no intention of changing pronouns again or anything, i'm so bored of it, i just actually want off this fucking thing. im not interested in trying to make others understand what i am anymore or in who i am even being simply categorizable, i dont want to obsess anymore over how i am perceived or to attempt engineer my appearance and mannerisms to broadcast an identity to anyone. i dont even want to fuck anybody right now at all because im so sick of how much that's a gender pantomime for people. i want off this fuckin ride man im so done.

it's kind of freeing, to hit this point of complete gender apathy, and i think it is a pretty common stage of identity development for a lot of queer people who have explored multiple identities and roles over time. there is no category that i actually am, or that anyone is, there are just the frameworks that society has given us to work with to understand ourselves, and the ways in which we flatten who we are to be able to make sense of the world using those frameworks. but who i actually am is so much more contextual and mutable than all that. i am a different person in the classroom than i am on the train platform than i am in the bedroom than i am cuddling on the couch than i am when i'm working out than i am when curled up on the floor crying than i am at a big furry convention. who i am continues to change as new people come in and out of my life and age and change and my body alters and as the weather turns. who fuckin knows man it's nothing and everything. i want to let it just be

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yuan4i · 1 year

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CULT OF DIONYSUS al haitham x reader x kaveh

SYNOPSIS kaveh, al haitham and you are close friends and went to the same high school. but after your junior year, you left them and sumeru behind for liyue’s 2 year med school exchange program. now you’re back in sumeru for a class reunion and attending sumeru akademiya.

STATUS 01/14/23, on going, slow updates

GENRE social media au, modern au, college au

CONTENT WARNINGS childhood friends to lovers, mentions of cheating, angst, love triangle, suggestive, implied female (they/them prns), written before kaveh's in game release, messy timestamps, will add more later!

TAGLIST closed for now! please let me know if you changed your username

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CHARACTERS

4LYFERS | overwork no sleep

ACT I - "I'M FEELING DEVIOUS"

01 . still sleeping ? 02 . packing 03 . reunion message?? 04 . bitch this you? 05 . i'll try to miss you ✿ 06 . bro's down bad fr 07 . 10/10 08 . reunion day ✿ 09. what's his problem? 10 . pretty boy 11 . asked them out 12 . why r u here? ✿ 13 . his text 14 . lying to me? 15 . you? upset? 16 . call me if u get lost

ACT II - "YOU'RE LOOKING GLAMOROUS"

17. is it too late to switch majors?? ✿ 18. third wheeling? 19. tall, blonde and gorgeous ✿ 20. cuddles on the couch 21. do you like him? 22. wingman !? 23. tickets (and backstage) 24. welcome to the renaissance ✿ 25. you guys knew?? ✿ 26. get drunk 27. sober up, bitch 28. cruel summer ✿ 29. can i kiss you? ✿ 30. good for them. | 30.5 cult of dionysus notes ✿

ACT III - "LETS GET MISCHIEVOUS"

31. hello panda cookies 32. man wtf ✿ 33. get me out 34. homophobia arc 35. fuck this 36. exams 37. fool ✿ 38. tba... 39. tba...

ACT IV - "AND POLYAMOROUS"

tba...

TAGLIST @yelshin @alizaneth @red-chester @luoch4 @sunsinrinn @achy-boo @cerisearan @ceylestia @afoxesgreed @im-bili @pyrrhicgaze @victoria1676 @akagism2 @kokxm1 @rifran @squishychongyun @sharkiestory @cafezjjn @gautier-lei @scaramouche-slut @hangecanweholdhands @aixaingela @kay-stryker @giggles8899 @imma-too-many-fandoms @starryeyedkoko @awritingotaku @ittosoneandoniwife @sukunasrealgf @crowbird @jaeminbabygirl @rainbowsaz @h4chi @myaaones @prettypei @jiminscarmex @istgnature @vvasant @dreamingkace @sunsethw4 @aludicpoet @just-simping-over-genshin @scarlet-kazuha @icedmocha1 @kittycasie @hydration-is-for-weenies @jayvolans @angelkazusstuff @ky-uuu @vanitasbrainrot @temshouineichi @kaoyamamegami @samyayaya @serenareiss @lordbugs @lez-zuha @boxdisappeared @tamikahoshiko @makimakimi @yuminako @minty-vxnilla @eunchaeluvr @sukunasin @screechingxiaolover @ragnvdnr @cicato @letthewindlead @jkbubbs @simp4bakuh03 @kunikuzi @mochicurls21 @celestair @amaruthine @spadecentral @kitsunechan707 @jjkclub @younganarchist @kokoscutie @warcelia @tinandabin @pomeiu @annoying-and-upset @twstmemebox @ashhh-14 @wonderland-fan @cartoon-obsessed-aroacelesbian @sunnyskiesv2 @anteroz @bloombb @teapartyspilled @butterflyqueen234 @cindywasneverhere @parcqq @randomidk-123 @crazydreamcat

(tagged only on chapter updates)

#⁺◟✿ cult of dionysus : al haitham x reader x kaveh #al haitham x reader #al haitham smau #kaveh x reader #kaveh smau #al haitham x kaveh #genshin smau

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barbieaiden · 7 months

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1. [A month ago]

2. Jordan: Hey, Sam. How are you holding up?

3. Jordan: ...I brought you coffee.

Sam: Thank you.

4. Jordan: Do you want to go home for the night? Sleep in your own bed? I could drive you home, pick you up on my way to work tomorrow.

Sam: I think I'll stay here.

Jordan: Alright.

5. Sam: I keep thinking... [Sigh] It's so stupid.

Jordan: Go on.

Sam: I keep thinking I should call Aiden. So he can help. But obviously I can't, because... I just... I don't know what to do. Nothing feels real. It's been two days and it feels like ten years.

6. Jordan: The waiting is the worst part. I waited for my mom's death for months. You can't cope when you don't know what you're coping with.

Sam: Months?

Jordan: She wasn't in a coma, just terminally ill. For all we know Aiden might wake up tomorrow.

Sam: Or die.

7. Jordan: As much as I wish I could I can't tell you that he's going to be fine. And I can't replace him, obviously, but I am here if you need anything.

8. Sam: Thank you.

10. Aiden: Jordan, you can't tell me you spent a whole day with a man you're not interested in. That is not friends with benefits, that's practically married.

11. Kell: I'd tell you and Zach to get a room but you already have, like, a million fucking times.

Jordan: What I'm getting from this conversation is that neither of you have ever had any friends.

Aiden: It's true. The only man I've ever spent time with is Sam.

12. Jordan: Even if I wanted to I don't have time for a relationship.

Kell: Dude, you are literally already spending, like, all your free time with him.

Aiden: If you and Zach get engaged we can have a double wedding!

Lucas: You should become a tattoo artist instead, Jordan. No 55 hour shifts and you still get to stab people with needles.

Jordan: I happen to like my job.

Lucas: You complain about it every single time I see you.

Jordan: I find your obsession with needles slightly disturbing.

Lucas: I guess I like the artistic part too.

Aiden: That's why I let Michael do all my piercings.

Lucas: I'm such...

15. Aiden: Sam?

16. Aiden: Are you okay?

Sam: Mhm.

Aiden: Are you sure?

Sam: Just... tired.

Aiden: We can go home if you want to.

Sam: It's fine.

Aiden: I wouldn't mind.

Sam: Really, Aiden, it's fine.

18. Kell: You two are literally worse than that one high school couple making out in the corridors.

19. Aiden: You can't say that, that's so homophobic.

Kell: Your dad didn't think I was very homophobic.

Aiden: [Exaggerated gasp] Kell!

Kell: Too far?

Aiden: No, Kell, by all means, if you want to go over to Nettlefield right now and have sex with my actually homophobic father, go right ahead.

Kell: Dude. I'm sorry, okay?

20. Kell: Find something to eat with me? Please?

Aiden: Sure.

Kell: Sam, don't look at me like that, we're not going to smoke weed.

Sam: That was not my issue with this conversation and you saying that unprompted makes me think you are going to smoke weed.

Aiden: I've never even seen weed. Drugs are bad, or whatever. And so illegal.

Kell: Exactly. We're law-abiding citizens.

21. Aiden: Seriously. No weed. Promise.

Sam: Okay.

22. Aiden: Are you sure you're okay?

Sam: Yes, Aiden.

Aiden: Just... tell me if you want to go home. Okay?

Sam: I will.

#i really hope you can tell what is and isn't flashback #if you can't let me know and i'll try to make it clearer next time #shoutout to jordan. the only character #ts4 story #hospital tw #drugs tw #lost #lost: aiden #lost: sam #lost: kell #lost: lucas #lost: michael #lost: jordan

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bisexualbard-writes · 1 month

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KimChay prompt

I give you: Soulmate AU

Everyone has a timer in their wrist that shows how many days your soulmate has left to live

For Chay the timer changes every day but the number of days is never more than one year. Chay is very, very concerned for his soulmate and the kind of life he is living.

For Kim, he's convinced that his soulmate is also part of the Mafia or something worse because his timer is just weird. This morning his soulmate had over 50 years left, but something happened between 9am and 9:25am so now his soulmate is gonna die by the end of the week! Then, before lunch his timer changes again and Kim's soulmate will live for another 89 years

How do you think Kim would react to Chay? Just normal, kind, brave, zero situational awareness Chay who hasn't realized how many times he's been about to die

Also Helloo Hiiii how are you?

Hiiiiii, Hellooooo, I'm doing okay other than all this writer's block haha. Onto the timer soulmates!!

Kim wakes up in unfamiliar territory and nearly jolts up before he realizes the uncomfortable feeling below him is a pullout couch and the comforting weight on top of him is Chay.

His maybe-probably soulmate.

Warmth spreads across his cheeks when he realizes they spent all night pressed up against each other like this. Trying not to jostle Chay, Kim checks his watch. The time, 7:00AM, is expected for his internal body clock. Then he pulls down the wristband on his watch and checks his timer, 20:05:03:23:15, which is not expected.

Twenty years? When he fell asleep last night, the boy in his arms had fifty some odd years left to live, and this morning it’s down to twenty?

The timer changes sometimes, everyone’s does. The mechanics are still a bit of a mystery to the world, but it’s a guarantee that when a timer runs out, that person’s soulmate dies. It seems like Kim’s timer fluctuates more than other people’s, but Chay hadn’t led the safest life even before he started hanging out with the third son of Thailand’s biggest mafia family.

Actually, when Kim suspected Chay’s magnetic pull was more than just a simple crush on Kim’s part, he made a phone call ensuring all the Kittisawat debts were paid off and any loan sharks in the area knew Chay was protected.

On that day Kim’s timer jumped from a worrisome ten years to a more comfortable fifty.

That would have been more than enough for most people to prove they were soulmates, but Kim maintains a healthy amount of doubt. Or denial rather.

He doesn’t want Chay tied to him. His little intervention took a whole week of planning to make the orders look like they were coming from someone other than Kim. He doesn’t want his family finding out Chay is important, it’s too dangerous for Chay to get involved with them. This morning is proof of it, their deepening relationship is taking decades off of Chay’s life.

The boy in his arms begins to stir, and then stills suddenly. The corner’s of Kim’s lips twitch up when he feels Chay’s breaths quicken as he likely realizes he’s sleeping half on top of Kim, and then forcibly slow down again.

“Why are you pretending to be asleep?” Kim finds himself asking. He hadn’t even planned to break their peaceful silence, but he’s a little obsessed with Chay and desperate to understand what goes on in his mind.

Chay answer about barely believing any of this is real is like a knife to Kim’s heart, because it’s not. Kim is hiding so many things from him. He hasn’t even mentioned to Chay his thought that they might be soulmates, and that’s the least of the things Kim is keeping from him.

Chay unknowingly twists that knife when he looks up at Kim with his big, lovely eyes and asks Kim if he loves Chay. He’s never looked at the timer on Chay’s timer, but he thinks it probably just lost a decade of time.

He doesn’t respond to Chay’s question, instead sending him off to fetch breakfast for them.

Kim should leave, he tells himself as Chay cooks. He should leave and never return. It’s better to know Chay is out in the world without him, than have to live in a world where Chay is dead because Kim was greedy with him.

When the doorbell rings, Kim makes his decision. He’ll slip out while Chay isn’t looking, and never come near him again.

Then he hears Chay scream, and walking away isn’t an option.

He fights tooth and nail, but he let his guard down too much and he’s not prepared to fight. Chay’s cries have made him frantic and erratic, and he knows he’s leaving holes in his defenses. Just as he’s starting to get his fighting brain turned on he gets tazed. It hurts like a bitch but he keeps going, fighting back as he gets tazed again.

He goes down. The last thing he sees is Chay helplessly splayed on the ground.

When he wakes up Chay is gone.

Kim’s timer reads 00:00:05:08:15.

Five days.

If Kim does nothing, Chay will die in five days.

He won’t let his happen.

He picks up the phone and dials the number he swore he’d never call for help again.

Kim watches the seconds tick away on his timer with as the call rings.

“Kim?” Kinn asks curtly when he picks up.

Kim takes a deep breath. “I need help,” he utters.

His timer jumps. 89:03:12:06:45

#kimchay #bard writes #kinnporsche #inbox open for prompts

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smallishbeansshipbracket · 4 days

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TOP 20 reasons why YOU should VOTE BOATBOYS/SMALLETHO!

1. Obviously number 1, they're obsessed w/ each other.

2. Etho always longs for Joel and misses him dearly, I doubt he's surviving Joel being gone for his trip to Japan.

3. They're always flirting, like constantly, in many Tango and Scar streams that include them they're together and joking.

4. They gravitate towards each other, it's like a second sense.

5. THEY WERE SOULMATES AND STILL ACT LIKE THEY ARE. LIKE A YEAR LATER??

6. Etho's statues.

some may say " oh he made others too?! " well to contradict that, he made statues for Joel multiple times and Joel's were the highest quality + first. Etho also only really talks about Joel's statue in his video.

7. Joel has talked about Etho in all of his videos, he has mentioned him at least once in all 13.5 episodes

8. Joel's playlists. He said in his QNA video that they weren't directed towards Etho, but the evidence says otherwise. Also, have we ever trusted Joel when it comes to anything about Etho?

9. ETHOS MAIL TO HIM?

10. The bit of Neck Kisses stuck to Etho and Joel, even if it started with someone else and other people were involved.

11. I HAVE BEEN A BOATBOYS LIKER SINCE LAST LIFE I NEED THIS.

12. Joel is active on the Boat Boys/Smalletho tag on Tumblr.

13. Scar asks if Joel grew up in the closet while he was with Etho. This isn't a reason I just found it funny.

14. Etho saying "Oh snap" to Jimmy after he tried to make him jealous?

This by itself isn't really anything but pairing it with number 15 it makes more sense.

15. During the charity Livestream HC X tour once Joel was brought up Etho was constantly talking about him.

16. It is confirmed that Etho watches Joel's hardcore series.

17. Joel likes comments in his comment section when they bring up Etho, quite obsessed if I do say so myself.

18. THIS BIT HAS BEEN GOING ON FOR LIKE A YEAR.

19. Joel called Etho's statues of him cute and was fangirling over them

LASTLY. NUMBER 20. They are the best duo ever and I love them to death, and they should forever win!2!!

Of course, I could name so many more, but I don't wanna take up any more of your valuable time that you could be using to vote boat boys!

Farewell and please consider joining the dark side.

lots and LOTS if boatboys propaganda by my mutual, @tinyetho!!!

(sorry for namedropping you, i just feel like your user is important for this propaganda)

#smallishbeansshipbracket #joel smallishbeans #smallishbeans #propaganda #boat boys #ethoslab #not a poll #boatboys

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sylvansylvain · 1 year

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You spend the first 15 years of your life obsessed with post-apocalyptic media. You can't get enough of it.

The dirt, the grime, the constant pressure to survive, the push-pull between whatever forces are still alive... But still, you grow out of it once you're older.

For the next five years of your life, you briefly lose your very intense passion. It's still there, but you don't have time for it. You're busy with work, school, girls, boys, drugs, booze.

You've discovered videogames. You're not very keen with computers, but they're a good pass time. You never hear about triple-A games like Skyrim or Metal Gear. But you've found a favorite in Bloons Tower Defense.

It's perfect for your busy lifestyle, play a few minutes and you're done. But in the next coming ten years, it becomes insufficient. You yearn for the post-apocalyptic spin you once ate up like candy. Rather than seeing if there is an offering to fit this thirst, you decide your recent work in a tech-adjacent industry probably gave you the skills to turn your favorite game into something Perfect for you. You labor away, tirelessly.

You rehaul the gameplay, drastically. Your character is now human, with an inventory, and needs. You need to drink water, eat food, cloth yourself... And you can move too! It's a massive world, with rich lore and masterful storytelling.

At least you think. Other people in the industry are quick to tell you that you did not Create a game, you've only Modified one. And even worse, they tell you what you've made is a cheap rip-off of something else, something they say achieves your goals more efficiently and immensely more enjoyably. They tell you this game is called Fallout.

You dig your heels in. What you've made is a masterpiece, and its only a fraction as amazing as Bloons Tower Defense is. After all, you've proven any game you could ever want can be made within its confines!

The next 20 years of your life, you dedicate to a crusade. You're well aware that there only needs to be one true game, one pillar of a game that all others will be built on, and you know what that game is. You spend these 20 years to evangelizing people to the side of the best game ever made, the... world's best game, we'll call it.

And oh, are you successful. The videogame industry has been irreparably changed. There's no rooms for these artistic minds like Hideo Kojima or Arkane. Their work can be emulated perfectly within Bloons Tower Defense, so they no longer need to make games. They can just be modules you slot onto Bloons Tower Defense, instead.

Of course, every game looks and plays very similarly... But why wouldn't they? There only needs to be one, and all of those dirty games you've never heard of like Mario or Heaven Will Be Mine never need to even be thought about. Nothing could ever need different gameplay, because we've already created the perfect game for all possible concepts!

Huh, can anyone figure out why this is tagged Dungeons and Dragons...?

#Dungeons and Dragons #DnD

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yukikogazingthestars · 3 months

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Heyyy so could I request Mori x fem reader who is Hirotsu's granddaughter? Port mafia had a meeting and Hirotsu told reader to wait Infront of port mafia building she was waiting and smoking and listening to music when Elise came and took her to meeting and reader has crush on mori for some time and everyone were shocked that Hirotsu has a granddaughter but the thing is thathe found her on his doorstep one day

Ability:Siren voice, she can control people by singing

If you are comfortable make her 20s if you not make her age you want

Thanks

Well, I terribly took a long time to finish it. But, if you're happy to read it, please do leave a comment. If you don't feel comfortable, anon in ask-box will be fine too❤️

Hirotsu never knew he had a granddaughter until he found that someone abandoned a child in front of his door with a letter claiming that that little child was his granddaughter. He was puzzled. How could he be a grandfather when he was just only 25 years old? Again, he never did that with someone, well at least not someone with blonde hair. That child had blue ocean eyes, blonde hair and cute dimples that proved that she wasn't his descendant.

He knew that that's absurd and a scam but he still wasn't heartless enough to send this child to an orphanage because he knew how an orphanage could be so fucked up in those time. Again,he couldn't leave the child alone in this darkness. So, he decided to be a guardian for the child. Of course,he also kept a secret from the organization since Port Mafia at that time was so fucked up and so cruel .He worried that the crazy boss would do something terrible to the child or he would use her as a hostage to keep him loyal.

Years later, it was finally Mori's reign.But, Hirotsu decided to keep the secret with him all his life as he was used to it. Y/N gradually grew up into a fine and intelligent lady and like Hirotsu, she had an obsession with cigarettes .

Hirotsu always told her not to smoke too much but Y/N never listened. Hirotsu didn't want Y\N to join the Port Mafia since he believed that Y/N deserved to be in the light while he was in the dark protecting her. They may not be blood related but their bond is like a real father and daughter.

"Like I said, you can't go " Hirotsu frowned his eyes when he heard Y/N's request.

"If you have so much time, why don't you go shopping with your friends? Moreover, they don't even know I have a tantrum throwing brat" He smoked out the Cigarettes while he watched Y/N rolling herself on the floor yelling that she wanted to meet Mori.

"I said that won't be happen"

"Hirotsu San! You meanie!"

Although Hirotsu kept refusing her request, he knew he had to take her to the HQ today because of the incident of disappearing Port Mafia's building because of the Guild. He sighed,killed the cigarettes and got up .

"I will leave the house in 15 minutes so you better hurry"

"You mean I can come with you? Right!? Right!?"

"If you agree not to disturb our job"

Y/N happily got up and jumped into Hirotsu causing him a little backache.

"Please piggy back to HQ!!"

"What do you think you are? An elementary school kid? Get off. Again,they don't know you're my granddaughter.Moreover.. "

"They don't even know you have one ."Y/N giggled and got off from Hirotsu. She picked up the bag which contained a book, cigarette case and some chewing gum.

"Just tell them I'm your daughter.That's more relevant la."

"Thanks to someone,I got a grandchild without having a daughter or son"

That's their daily conversation. Although Hirotsu wanted to keep the adoption a secret, Y/N found out that when she was just a kid since their appearances were too different . But, she didn't feel any remorse or anything as she accepted Hirotsu as her father and she was gladly grateful that he decided to adopt her.

The only problem was that she took a crush on his boss, Mori Ougai and that's the reason that she kept being a brat throwing tantrums to visit the Port Mafia. Hirotsu never allowed in the past but thanks to Guild being ridiculous, she had a golden chance to visit there.

But, to her disappointment, Hirotsu clearly told the guards to watch her . He clearly reminded them not to let her go near the meeting room. He even told her just to sit quietly in the reception. Y/N pouted but she had to agree.

Y/N just sat on the couch scrolling her phone and smoking until a little girl bumped into her. The young, short girl with pale skin and bright blue eyes. She has long, blonde hair, styled with straight, blunt bangs across her forehead and long, thick ringlets that curled past her waist. She wears a large red bow on the right side of her head.

Y/N whistled softly and rubbed her belly after putting that girl away from her. She killed the cigarettes and waved her hands in order to make the smoke disappear.

"That hurts! Kid, you should spare me since I am in my 20 and I started to be old"

"You are not fun.By the way, I'm Elise"

Y/N giggled and patted Elise's head.

"Hello Elise, I'm Y/N"

She had no idea who that girl was but she decided to play along since she was too bored in scrolling and watching Instagram Reels.

" I'm bored"

"Me too"

"How about doing some fun? How about annoying Rintarō ?"

"Who is Rintarō?"

"Annoying man"

“Awww"

Their conversation was really something. Y/N didn't know what Elise was talking and again Elise didn't know what Y/N was talking.

"I can sing" said Y/N while she was chewing a gun. Elise looked at her and she made a large big smile.

"Sing for me!"

"Okay, any special request?"

"I don't have one. Just sing and I'll listen"

"Okay"

Y/N stood up and cleared her throat. She was thinking hard about what song she should sing.

"Ah! How about we go upstairs? We have an empty place where we can use" said Elise.She grabbed Y/N's hand and dragged her to the upstairs.

Y/N couldn't refuse. To her surprise,no one stopped them going upstairs. So, she realized that Elise was somehow associated with high ranking members of the Port Mafia.

"How about here? It's better than Reception right?"

It was a corridor. But, to be exact,a long corridor with stained glass window, huge pillars. As expected for the Port Mafia, even the corridor was so grand.

Y/N put on her airpod, selected a song.

"I will sing Enchanted by Taylor Swift"

She told herself just to put on the mood. Elise was smiling and put her hands on her cheeks . She sat on a chair which she dragged from nowhere.

The meeting was still ongoing. Hirotsu was reporting the news about the Guild and everyone including Mori himself was paying so much attention. The atmosphere inside was really intense since the Guild had their first move .

Mori massaged his elbows softly and sighed. They were so stressed out about the case .

Until they heard a voice.

“This is me praying that

This was the very first page

Not where the story line ends

My thoughts will echo your name, until I see you again

These are the words I held back, as I was leaving too soon

I was enchanted to meet you”

“Who is singing outside?”asked Mori curiously. He meant no harm or no anger in his voice, it's just the voice was so sweet and alluring that he wanted to know who was singing.

Poor Hirotsu, he was pale and sweat dropped on his forehead. He knew it was Y/N singing outside,using her ability to sing alluringly and sweetly to make her audience happy.

“It was…”

“You know who is singing, don't you?”

Kouyou was listening while she was smiling.Chuuya was frowning his eyes but he somehow enjoyed the song.Higuchi hummed the music without even knowing. Even Akutagawa didn't give negative feedback and the rest of the black lizard also enjoyed the song.

“It was..”

I'll spend forever wondering if you knew

I was enchanted to meet you

Please don't be in love with someone else

Please don't have somebody waiting on you

It became silent again after the song. But, the happiness and the calming energy was still here and they wanted to meet who was the owner of that angelic voice.

“Hirotsu San, if you know who was singing, do bring her here”

“But, boss-”

Hirotsu couldn't finish his words since Elise bursted into the room grabbing Y/N .

“Ah ah, it hurts Elise chan”

“Rintarō, I made a new friend. She can sing! She has angelic voice”

Elise was shaking Y/N violently and jumping like a rabbit with excitement.Poor Y/N, she was so excited and shiver to see her crush here. But, she couldn't do anything since Elise was yanking her hands in and out. She helplessly looked at Hirotsu and as expected, Hirotsu was giving that look .Yes, he was clearly angry.

“Elise chan, please stop . You're hurting that poor girl” Mori cooed and he gently grabbed Elise towards him.

“Sorry, she’s just really happy to make a new friend “

“...it’s okay”

“Who are you,if I may ask?”

Y/N looked at Hirotsu with *asking for help* eyes. Hirotsu sighed and decided to step in.

“Boss, if I may answer, she is my granddaughter”

Kouyou put her hands to her mouth trying not to laugh. Chuuya couldn't close his mouth from surprise. Tachihara and Higuchi couldn't help but laugh till their stomach hurt since Hirotsu and that girl didn't resemble each other in any way.Again, how can a 50 years old man have a granddaughter of that age.Mori was a little surprised by his answer too.

“She was…she was adopted.That was a long story.”

Hirotsu explained the situation in short. Mori nodded softly while he was listening to the whole story.

“So, you hid your granddaughter from the organization for a long time”

“It was my personal life.So, I thought I shouldn't make a scene”

Mori didn't blame both of them. Instead he offered Y/N to live in Port Mafia for a time being until the Guild was solved.

Y/N was blushing from the idea of sharing the same roof with her Crush. She wanted to refuse but Mori said,”You won't make Elise cry,will you” and she finally agreed.

Hirotsu didn't like the idea,but it was the safest option so he had to agree. Even Poor protective Grandpa had the time to give up.

#bungo stray dogs #mori ougai #bsd x reader #mori ougai x reader #bsd mori x reader #bsd mori #anime x reader #mori ougai × y/n #mori ougai × reader

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Hazbin Hotel Episode 1: Live reaction

The animation of the intro was pretty good. It looked simple and cute. The story about Lilith and Lucifer sort of make sense now? It feels like an info dump to new comers (if any new people are even watching this). Also what's the obsession with Songs? The floating key looks a bit weird? Like they just pasted the image and decided to key frame it. But honestly I'd do the same- Vaggie's voice sounds monotone. Not in a good way but it sounds flat? Stephanie Beatriz is a good voice actor and singer, but her role in this under utilizer her talent in my opinion. 7 years of Lilith being radio silent? (haha get it. If the theory ends up being true). Didn't they say in the leaks that Alastor also disappeared for 7 years? The commercial scene starts... Katie Killjoy still doesn't look like a Mantis but oh well... Alastor is talking about Charlie's daddy issues... WAIT HE'S FROM THE 20s HE SHOULD NOT BE SAYING THAT?!. It should be more like "as she works through her personal problems relating to her father by making sure that you're fixed enough to get sent to heaven!" WHY DOES ALASTOR KNOW MODERN SLANG?! I know it sounds nit picky but I just want him to say old timey words- Oh finally, they added back his radio voice- I thought it'd just be that flat voice again. Did they actually listen to fans or was it an issue with the trailer. I'm only 4 minutes in- This is gonna be a long ride. What the hell is the perspective, and what the hell is going on with Vaggie's legs. So much swears. Lol, Alastor's pretty pissed about them trying to make him do a commerical.

Oh, it's been a week since the Pilot. Hey, what's with the music when Angel Dust pops up.

Angel Dust's voice is uhhh.... It sounds like Crimson but higher pitched. The accent feels off. Why is his entire personality sex sex sex. Why are his legs longer than his body. Alastor's chin is very pointy. Why is Lucifer calling Charlie- The ringtone sounds funny and the duck profile picture is cute, I'll give em that.

Angel dust's face looks a bit weird. Does anyone else agree with this? The phone's outline went from white to dark red (which blended into the couch), then light red?

WHY DOES THE LINEART OF EACH CHARACER CHANGE COLOR EVERY FEW SCENES Keith David's voice doesn't really fit with Husk... They reduced Angel Dust's personality to keep spewing sex jokes. Why. I'm only 7 minutes into this. There's 15 minutes more. Finally, Vaggie says something fire. (She calls Angel Dust out and tells him to let Husk do his job) Vaggie's mouth looks kinda weird in one scene.| Why is Charlie's face stretching. Charlie just cuts Vaggie off when she's asking legitimate questions through song-l The cuts are making me dizzy- (It's the Happy Day in Hell scene)

Oh, a helluva boss reference. (There's a truck with the label "Helluva Post" with the IMP logo) The song transitions feel a bit off, you get what I mean? Why does Adam sound like Michael Cera. (This is not an insult towards Michael Cera, I love his acting but I am serious when I say Adam sounds like him) Adam is a hologram I guess. Wait, if that leak is real then... Oh no WHY IS ADAM'S HEAD SO BIG. A commerical side plot? Alastor magics up a vintage camera and the camera looks like a png. Like it's not actually a png but it gives off that vibe since the lighting is different and the lineart thickness is way too thin. The new camera (a video camera) Alastor magics up looks like it fits in with the characters now because the lineart is consistent with the characters. If I ever see an Angel Dust scene (especially if it's with Husk), I'll just mute the episode because it's just a bunch of sex jokes (again). Another sex joke. Hilarious. Hahahaha. You can totally feel the genuine laughter in my laugh (/s). Dick joke after dick joke. The Nifty scene was pretty funny I guess, until Angel Dust ruined the moment with another sex joke. Nifty just stares into the camera.

7 MORE MINUTES, I CAN DO THIS Another Dr. Facilier and Alastor thing I guess. We can really tell how much Vivzie researched on Vodou. Vaggie and Alastor make a deal that Alastor helps the hotel while he never interacts with television ever again. The lighting and colors in this scene look really good. Angel Dust has an unnecessary small hot pink heart on the back of his suit. I pray for the animators. Why do they swear so much. Also the costumes are something. I'm skipping through the song. Adam's design looks so complicated. Vaggie's voice sounds so monotone.

Alastor's staticy effect looks cool though.

Charlie's demon form looks so... underwhelming.

Katie Killjoy's old voice was better. Now we're just stuck with a knock off Bryce Tankthrust and Blitzo sound-a-like. A headless corpse of an exterminator. That's something. Also heaven has sci-fi tech? Oh and Angels bleed gold? Also doesn't Adam mean to kill all sinners? What?

End of Episode 1. I'll organize my thoughts on a different post later. Also when the full season releases, I'll add photos.

#hazbin critical #hazbin hotel critical #vivziepop criticism #vivziepop critical #hazbin criticism

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HP Rec Fest, Day 26 ❄️

@hprecfest daily prompts running through Dec 31. Goal is to find lesser-known or underrated Tomarrymort works, even by well-known authors, to feature here.

Day 26: A fic with an ending you can't stop thinking about

i’ve missed you, my boy by @cindle-writes (E, 2k, complete)

Summary: Harry’s obsession with his adoptive son grows undeniably stronger, year after year. Why I rec it for this prompt: Harry's post-war psychology is always fascinating to see explored, especially when it comes to Voldemort's impact on his formative developmental years. With everything that Harry went through during (and before) the war, in what kind of unhealthy coping mechanisms might it manifest?

Running list of recs:

#hprecfest2023 #tomarrymort #harrymort #tomarry #aethon recs #tomarrymort recs

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Nobody's Fool: Chapter 27

Pairing: EddieXReader

Summary: You have bartended for years after you were forced to drop out of college due to family circumstances. You have dated your fair share of musicians, had your heart broken by one particular one, and have learned they are not be trusted. You have sworn off of them for the rest of your life. Then, one night, a new band plays at the bar, and against your better judgement, you can't help noticing the lead singer and guitar player. Could he possibly be different from the ones who came before him?

Warnings: 18+ Only due to eventual smut and language. There is also a toxic family relationship with a narcissistic mother if that is triggering for you.

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Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28

You laid in bed, staring up at the ceiling. It had been four days since your encounter with Eddie at the restaurant that was followed by his friends dropping bombs on you left and right. You still hadn’t figured out what you wanted to do with all of this information. Part of you thought it was better to leave it be. You would both move on eventually, right? You had to. Given enough time and space. You couldn’t just sit in this forever. There were other people out there. You would both find someone else.

But you knew there was no one like him waiting out there for you. No one would ever make you feel the way he did. You had tried to fight it, you had tried to avoid it, you had tried to lie to yourself, but the truth was, you had fallen completely and hopelessly in love with him and now you were paying for it. You thought by not saying the words, you could make it go away. You thought if you ignored it, then it wasn’t real. You were an idiot. You had fought it for so long because you feared him leaving you and that was the exact reason he did leave. Why the hell had you been so stupid?

You grabbed your pillow, holding it over your face and screaming as loudly as you could. Jesus, this was so frustrating. And now you were just laying in your bed, obsessing about him constantly. What in the hell had all of this been for?

You had been with guys. You had even thought you'd been in love, but now you weren't sure anything you'd ever felt had been real until that beautiful brunette on a bike had roared into your life. You had thought your body responded to him the way it did because of simple lust. Now, you cringed at the thought of it because it had been so much more. It had been more from the moment you had laid next to him that night under the stars, the first moment his lips had touched yours, that little wink when he told you that you were going to fall in love with him. You were beginning to think you'd been wrong all along, to believe that love at first sight was a real thing and soulmates did exist and you had let yours walk right out the door.

You had shared everything with Jen and her friend had encouraged you to talk to him. She seemed to have the same view that Eddie’s friends had. You were good together and you deserved to give each other another chance. You had hoped your friend might find it sensible for you to let it go, but no. Maybe that’s not what you really wanted. Maybe you were just terrified of putting yourself out there just have him tell you to go to hell. God, you just wanted to see his face right now. No, you didn’t because it would be too hard, but yes you did because you missed that beautiful face. The little dimple when he smiled, the eyes that you could drown in, those pillowy lips. Fuck!

What if you called him and he didn’t want anything to do with you anymore? Your heart already felt like it was breaking into a million tiny little shards. If he rejected you, you knew it would shatter beyond repair. But what if you talked to him and he felt the same way you did? What if you actually did have a shot at something real? What if you had found the one? The person who would love you, all of you. Someone who would accept all your flaws and bullshit and fucked up family? Were you really willing to possibly miss out on that because of fear?

You sat up, looking around your room. Your eyes fell on something glittering in the corner and you walked over, picking it up. You recognized Eddie’s mood ring that he always wore on his right hand. It must have slipped off when you were in here the other night somehow. You gazed into the stone, picturing the hand that donned this piece of jewelry, the hand that held yours, sent you into waves of ecstasy, the hand that had comforted you, that made you feel safer than anything else had in your entire life.

You should probably return it to him, right? It might be important or something. It was only right to make sure he got it back. Could the universe be sending you a sign that you should go see him?

Glancing at the clock, you realized he would still be at work. Okay, to the high school it was.

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You walked into the school, heading into the main office. The secretary, a lady with cat-eye glasses and talons for fingernails glanced up from a phone call, holding up a finger to let you know to wait. You stood for a minute, bouncing on your heels, anxiety creeping in. You really needed to do this before you lost your nerve. You were just about to snatch the phone and tell this lady you needed to know where Eddie was when she finally spoke to you.

“How can I help you?” the secretary asked as she hung up the phone.

“Umm, I’m looking for Eddie Munson,” you told her. “He’s a maintenance guy here?”

“Yeah, he’s changing out the lights in the gym,” you said. Standing up, she walked to the doorway to show you how to go. “You go out, take a left, down to the end of the hall, and then take a right.”

“Thanks,” you said.

Yeesh. Walking the halls of the high school was giving you a sense of deja vu, and not that warm, cozy kind that made you nostalgic. A group of cheerleaders went bopping by, glancing at you curiously, probably wondering what the old lady was doing in their school. You had hated high school, counting down the days until you could finally be free. Between your parents' constant fighting and your friends deciding to avoid you and everyone looking at you like you were some kind of freak, you had never been more relieved than when you were done with that place. College was supposed to be different. College was a place where everybody was different. You loved it. No one knew your past. You got to start over but then you had to quit and that was the end of that.

“Whoa, are you a new teacher?” a kid asked, his eyes wide as he looked you up and down. Gross. He was rocking a letterman jacket and you wanted to laugh because this kid would never have looked twice at you when you actually attended high school. But now, here he was, completely checking you out.

“No, I’m just here to see someone.”

“Can it be me?” he asked, winking.

“Gross, no,” you scoffed, gagging slightly at the thought. “What are you? Fifteen?”

“Sixteen and a half.”

“Yeah, again, gross. Don’t you have a class to be attending?” you asked, walking away from him as quickly as you could. Good lord. You just wanted to find Eddie and get the hell out of this place.

You turned where the secretary had told you to and walked into the gym. You spotted him immediately, high up on a ladder, replacing a light bulb. His hair was swept back into a low bun. He was wearing jeans with a bandana hanging out of the back pocket and a green t-shirt that said Hawkins High on the back. Damn, he looked good being all maintenance man up there. He really knew how to change a light bulb. Your eyes traveled from the long, lean muscles in his arms, to where his boxers were peeking out of his jeans, his stomach exposed just a bit from where his shirt had ridden up. Jesus, you needed to get a grip. You were never going to get through this conversation with your dignity intact.

“Eddie,” you called out.

He spun at the sound of your voice and his foot slipped. He gripped the ladder as he slid down, catching himself three rungs down from where he had been, his arm wrapped around one of the rungs. You let out a small scream of fear and clutched your chest, your heart racing. Shit, you had been terrified you were about to watch him fall and break. That would have been all your fault too.

“Oh my god. Are you okay?” you asked, running forward, your eyes scanning him to ensure he was all in one piece.

“Yeah, I’m good,” he said, slowly making his way down the ladder. Reaching the bottom, he breathed for a moment, his chest heaving. Clearly, he’d been a bit scared there for a minute too. He turned to look at you, his face disbelieving. Then he looked up at you as if just remembering you were here. “What are you doing here?”

“Oh, umm…” You reached into your back pocket, pulling out his ring and holding it out to him with both hands as if presenting him a treasure. “I found this in my room this morning. I realized it was yours and I wanted to make sure you got it back.”

“You came to my work to give me my ring back?” he asked, confused.

“Yeah. I didn’t know if you needed it,” you answered nervously, hearing the tremors that rang out with each word you spoke.

“You didn’t know if I needed my ring at work?” Eddie tilted his head, his tongue playing along his top lip like it did when he was confused or nervous or deep in thought.

God, you'd missed that. You'd missed everything about him. Now that he was standing in front of you, you had no idea how you'd ever thought you'd be okay letting him go. Your fingers ached to touch him, your lips longed to kiss him, your body burned to be pressed against his.

“Okay, well now that you say it like that, it does seem kind of stupid,” you said quickly, shaking your head. Jesus, what were you thinking? The universe didn’t give you a sign. You were just desperate for an excuse to see him and it had been a really stupid one and he probably didn’t want you here anyway. “I guess I could have just waited and given it to you another time. You know what, I probably shouldn’t be bothering you at work anyway or at all, I guess. I’ll just drop your ring off at your house with Gareth or Jeff or something and you can have it later. I don’t know why I’m bugging you. You’re clearly busy with the bulbs and everything so I should just go.”

You turned to walk away, but Eddie grabbed your arm, spinning you around to face him. Those eyes found yours and there it went, your whole world tilting on its axis as you got lost in those deep brown pools of chocolate. You forgot to breathe for a moment, wanting to take his face in your hands and press your lips to his and never let him go again.

“Princess, I know you didn’t come all the way here for a cheap piece of jewelry. Why did you really come here?” he asked, his eyes imploring yours as if they were pleading with you. You were slowly liquefying, a pile of goo was going to appear where you had once been at any moment.

“You have some very pushy friends,” you muttered.

Eddie laughed. “Yeah, I know I do.”

“Both Robin and Gareth told me some things,” you told him softly.

“Oh yeah? What kind of things?” he asked.

“You really didn’t sleep with that girl?” you asked, your eyes dropping to the ground, unable to look at him, terrified of his answer.

Eddie grabbed your chin, lifting your face up to his. “I really didn’t sleep with that girl. Shit, sweetheart, I acted like a complete asshole. When you said you just wanted our relationship to stay casual, I lost it. When you told me you didn’t want me to love you, it killed me. I got drunk and all I could think was I wanted you to hurt too because I was dying inside and you didn’t seem to care. That girl was nobody. Kissing her meant absolutely nothing and it was an absolute dick move. I left with her because I wanted to prove to myself that you gave a shit about me. But when I got her back to my place, I couldn’t do it. All I could see was you, and all I wanted was you. I didn’t want to just have sex with anybody. Nobody was going to replace you. Meaningless sex wasn’t going to take the pain away or make me want you less. I told her to go and I had Gareth drive her home. I’m so sorry I hurt you.”

“Yeah, well I’m sorry too,” you admitted, taking a deep breath as you prepared yourself to finally tell Eddie the truth. You had come here to try to fix things, and that had to start with you being honest. “I’ve spent so much time stressing that we were going to eventually end, I caused it to happen anyway.”

“Why would you think that?” he asked

“Because everybody leaves me eventually. I mean, that’s what I thought.” You sighed, throwing your arms in the air in frustration. “My dad left and got a new girlfriend and never looked back. He never calls. He doesn’t even know if I’m alive and he doesn’t care. My mom…Jesus, I have tried too hard, for so long, but she just can’t be bothered to give a damn about me. She has told me to my face, on multiple occasions, that I am not worth anything to her. Sebastian, he got tired of me. I wasn’t enough for him. He needed someone prettier or more exciting, I don’t know. I’ve never felt like I’m enough for anyone. I just figured you’d be the same. I thought after a while you’d get bored with me and realize I wasn’t that great and find someone else. I’m so sorry. I have kept you at arm’s length this whole time when I should have been pulling you in and holding on so tight and never letting go.”

“You have been more than enough for me from the moment I saw you,” Eddie breathed, closing the space between you, reaching out to hold your hands in his. “I think you are the most beautiful, most interesting, most exciting, most amazing girl in the world. You’re also stubborn as hell and extremely frustrating sometimes. You drive me so crazy that I will never get bored of you. I would never need to look elsewhere because you are it. I knew it from that first night we spent together.”

Tears filled your eyes and you reached up, quickly brushing them away. Damn, this man was perfect and you had been a fool and had almost lost him. You never wanted to make that mistake again. You brought your hand out, tentatively placing it against his chest.

“Do you really love me?”

“Completely,” he said. “I am head over heels baby. I have never felt this way about anyone before. Princess, I love you.”

“Me too,” you said, your voice trembling as more tears spilled down your cheeks.

Eddie pulled you to him, his hands cradling your face, kissing you gently. You wrapped your arms around him, your body relaxing into him, feeling like you were finally home, finally where you were meant to be. He pulled back and placed his forehead against yours, his arms pressing you into his chest.

“Say the words,” he whispered. “Please. I need to hear you say it.”

You smiled. “I love you.” You kissed him again. “I love you.” You kissed him once more. “I love you so much, Eddie. I am completely, deeply, impossibly in love with you.”

The smile that appeared on his face was the most beautiful thing you'd ever seen. You would spend the rest of your life trying to make that smile happen over and over again.

“That’s my girl. I told you the night we met that you were going to fall in love with me,” he whispered, his lips finding yours again.

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