#//and hello it's nice to meet you too ^_^

[floralnicenerd]

Normally I reblog silly and funny things, but this time it's serious.

You heard that right: PBS (Public Broadcasting Station), the station responsible for PBS Kids and one of the many who are available to families with no Internet access or no cable, along with NPR, are dealing with cut funding by... you know who. PBS for me has always been part of my childhood, watching Wild Kratts, Wordgirl, Odd Squad, CyberChase, Sesame Street, and heck, even Arthur! Once I got older, I watched a couple of documentaries and enjoyed seeing Bob Ross paint on Create (related to PBS as a way for people to create (lol), cook/bake, and even explore -- that's how I learned about other cultures with Rick Steves).

But that doesn't matter, does it?

I guess not to the conservatives.

I'm too old for current shows, but it's nice to know that Maya & Miguel walked so shows like Rosie's Rules (mixed family in Texas, hello?? Also Mexican rep.) and Alma's Way (shout out to the Puerto Ricans! I didn't know there was another word for shaved ice since in Mexico it's "raspados") can run while teaching kids about Hispanic/Latino culture. But I guess they don't like that, huh? Too "woke" to have decent representation of other ethnicities, huh? Apparently, yes.

Remember the episode where Mr. Ratburn got married to Patrick, the guy that sells chocolate earlier in the episode? How the Internet exploded (hehe) when that aired? The kids didn't express disgust towards the reveal, they were pretty happy for their teacher getting married (especially Buster, who points out that Ratburn gets to have free chocolates for life)! Oh well, that did not matter anyway since this wasn't the first time LGBTQ+ representation was taken off of the air (see the "Sugartime!" controversy in which Buster goes to Vermont and meets two kids with (get this) two moms)

Enough chatter, please help out and

Protect Our Public Media!

... before it will be too late. Call or email your senators, let them know you're against defunding our stations!

- J

If you have an address within the United States, PLEASE consider taking sixty seconds to visit https://protectmypublicmedia.org to protest the executive order recently put in place to cut funding to vital public education and media programs such as PBS, PBS Kids, and NPR (national public radio).

PBS funds The American Experience show, which creates hour-long documentaries about American history. They frequently feature minority groups, African-American history, and missteps the government has made over the years. My favorites are the Love Canal doc, The Polio Crusade (which covers the march of dimes), and the history of American Eugenics doc. Watching their videos with your adblocker disabled is an easy way to give them money.

A PBS passport also only costs $5 a month minimum and provides access to a host of other content.

PLEASE take a moment to do send an email to your rep and sign the petition in the link below. This is vitally important programming which disproportionately benefits the poorest and most marginalized, but is still incredibly enjoyable even to those who don't need it. And remember: an uneducated public is an oppressed public.

[kaybugga]

𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕤𝕒𝕪 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕗𝕦𝕝 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕚𝕤𝕙 𝕗𝕠𝕣, 𝕘𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦'𝕣𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕪 𝕥𝕠 𝕕𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕟'𝕥 𝕪𝕒', 𝕊𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕥𝕤?

𝕋𝔸𝔾 𝕃𝕀𝕊𝕋 𝕀ℕ𝕋ℝ𝕆𝔻𝕌ℂ𝕋𝕀𝕆ℕ 𝕄𝔸𝕊𝕋𝔼ℝ𝕃𝕀𝕊𝕋 𝔹𝔸ℂ𝕂 𝕋𝕆 ℙℝ𝕆𝔽𝕀𝕃𝔼

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𝕎𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕦𝕔𝕜 𝕕𝕚𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕙���𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕟? 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕝𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕘𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕝𝕚𝕗𝕖.  ℂ𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕘𝕖 𝕕𝕖𝕘𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕤, 𝕤𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕒𝕣𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕡𝕤, 𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕗𝕖𝕔𝕥 𝔾ℙ𝔸’𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕣𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕗𝕖.

ℍ𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖, 𝕒 𝕤𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕓𝕖𝕒𝕦𝕥𝕚𝕗𝕦𝕝 𝕨𝕠𝕞𝕒𝕟 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕒 𝕗𝕦𝕔𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕓𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕒 𝕛𝕠𝕓. 𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥. 𝕋𝕙𝕖. 𝔸𝕔𝕥𝕦𝕒𝕝. 𝔽𝕦𝕔𝕜.

𝔹𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥’𝕤 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕝𝕕 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕜𝕤 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖𝕤, 𝕪𝕒’ 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨?

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One look at you was all it took. You were… ethereal. A creature this earth doesn’t deserve to see. Him… Well, him and the others are the only ones who deserve to see such beauty. After that day, you stuck. Like an annoying bug, or maybe you were a gorgeous butterfly who stayed by the roses that lined the walls surrounding the property.

“Hello, what can I get for you?” “Just a plain, medium black coffee. Hot, please.” “Alrighty, that’ll be $3, please!” 

𝔸 𝕤𝕞𝕚𝕣𝕜 𝕥𝕠𝕠𝕜 𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕝𝕚𝕡𝕤, 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕡 𝕗𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖𝕤 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕒 𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕠 𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕘. ℍ𝕠𝕨 𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕣𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕖.

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It was only a matter of time until another member saw you, though, Abby took a more up front approach. Jinu was too… wanna-be bad boy, main character, Abby on the other hand? He couldn’t let such a perfect woman get away. No, no, no. That’s not how it would go. When he heard word of you at a coffee shop from Jinu, he had to take a stop.

“Heya’ there, gorgeous, can I get… A large vanilla protein latte?” “Of course, anything else?” “Yeah, your number if you wouldn’t mind.”

𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕪 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕓𝕝𝕦𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕕 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕥𝕠𝕠 𝕔𝕦𝕥𝕖. 𝕀𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕖𝕟𝕕, 𝕙𝕖 𝕘𝕠𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕟𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕖𝕣, 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕒𝕤 𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕖𝕕.

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You were so… bright. A contrast to him. Well, the way he tried to be. He was the type of person to wear sunglasses inside and lower his voice just a tad to seem cooler, but you? You didn’t need to do anything to be better. You were already perfect. Instead of Jinu and Abby seeing you at the coffee shop, Baby saw a different approach. ‘Accidentally’ bump into you and go from there.

“Oh shit, ya' good?” “Yeah, I’m so sorry, are you okay?” “Yeah, but I’m a bit worried about you. Did it hurt?” “Did what hurt? “When you fell from Heaven, of course.”

𝕆𝕙 𝕤𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕪𝕠𝕦, 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕’𝕧𝕖 𝕤𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕚𝕥 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕘. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕓𝕝𝕦𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕕 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕞 𝕓𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕖𝕕 𝕨𝕒𝕝𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕨𝕒𝕪, 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕖𝕪𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕕 𝕠𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕓𝕠𝕕𝕪 𝕒𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕔𝕦𝕣𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕨𝕒𝕪.

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Mystery was the next to meet you, not at work, but simply while you were chilling by the river at a parkway. It was nice, you were just admiring a pair of ducks when you felt someone come sit next to you. You glanced over to see a guy with this purple-ish hair covering his eyes. It was kind of cute, in all honesty.

“Sorry, do I know you?” “No, but you looked like you could use company.” “That’s… really sweet.” “Did you know that those two ducks actually come here every spring and have chicks.” “Really?”

𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕤𝕜𝕖𝕕, 𝕨𝕠𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕪 𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 𝕖𝕪𝕖𝕤. ℍ𝕖 𝕕𝕚𝕕𝕟’𝕥 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕞𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕕𝕦𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕠𝕘𝕟𝕚𝕫𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕤𝕖 𝕥𝕨𝕠 𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕞 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕪𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕤. 𝕎𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕝𝕖𝕗𝕥, 𝕄𝕪𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕪 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕𝕟’𝕥 𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕡 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕒𝕕𝕞𝕚𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕪 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕗𝕒𝕔𝕖 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕤.

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Romance Saja, last but certainly not least. He, being the man he is, had a whole romantic gesture planned. What? He can make a living off of killing people and still have a heart! Outrageous for you to think otherwise. So, he bought a bouquet of flowers, ones that matched your eyes, a pretty little bow tying them all together that just so happens to be your favorite color. It’d all be a coincidence in your eyes, but in his? It’s all a master plan that definitely didn’t need obsessive watching over you. He made a fake dating profile that catfished you, he admits, he feels bad, but it’s all for the plan.

“I’m never going out on a date again…” “You okay?” “No, I got stood up, it’s bullshit.” “Well, he’s missing out. You’re stunning.”

𝕋𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕝𝕚𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕥𝕦𝕣��𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕒 𝕤𝕞𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕕𝕒𝕥𝕖. 𝕊𝕖𝕖? ℍ𝕚𝕤 𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕟 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕖.

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𝕐𝕠𝕦'𝕣𝕖 𝕤𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕥, 𝕓𝕖𝕒𝕦𝕥𝕚𝕗𝕦𝕝 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕠𝕙 𝕤𝕠 𝕤𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕥, 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪'𝕕 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦? 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕥 𝕤𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕖𝕣 𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕕, 𝕪𝕠𝕦'𝕣𝕖 𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤.

[goquokka00]

hello!! omg, I used to love sending in requests, but it’s been a while \(^ヮ^)/

I would like to request a SFW ff or oneshot (it doesn’t matter :) ) for Felix where he saw y/n for the first time in a while (or ever since high school) and she was performing in a small local band for the college festival/event and was like wow!! heart eyes heart eyes!! He used to have a big crush on her also! 😝 Just wanted to see how you come up with this ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎

Long Time No See

Summary: It had been years since Felix had last seen you. But while on break in Melbourne with Bangchan, the two came across a small fair held by a college in town. And the main center of attention wasn't them. It was you and a small band covering their songs that you had re-written in English. And Felix just couldn't stay away.

Pairing: Felix X Reader (F!)

Genre: Humor, Fluff (It's Felix I mean come on lol)

Word Count: 2.8K

The last time Felix had seen you was in Highschool.

You were the same year as him, a shy band nerd. You were heavily involved in anything music; playing in the pit for theatre, doing jazz bands, ensembles, and all sorts of choirs and singing stuff. It felt like any time he saw you, you always had something music going on. But he liked that.

Your friend groups were really different, but you two did get along when you had classes together. Always wearing your glasses, having to push them up your nose...it always got Felix's heart pumping. He always tried to partner with you on projects because of that. You were also really smart in certain subjects. If anything, it made you more attractive to him.

Unfortunately, the time you two had together grew short due to Felix going to Korea to become an idol. And while it made him a bit upset, he wanted to follow his dreams, too. And so, he left. And while he spent countless hours training and working hard to become an idol and one of eight members in Stray Kids, you had continued to go to school, and eventually to college.

But Felix hadn't seen you since.

Now, he was one of the most infamous. Everywhere he went, people knew him. He was Felix of Stray Kids; the one with the deep voice and the cute face. It's what he was known for. And after working for so long, he was finally on break with one of his fellow members, Bangchan.

They had gone home to Melbourne to spend time with their family, relax, and just do what they wanted. It was needed, and it was nice. Really nice. But today, he had gotten bored and wanted to go out with Chan. Just hang out as friends, and not band members who performed in stadiums.

And so, he called Chan.

"Hey, Felix! What's up?" Chan asked, Felix smiling as he heard his hyung's voice.

"Channie-hyung, I was wondering if you'd wanna go out and just walk around Melbourne."

"Yeah, sure! I actually heard that there was a fair going on at the University of Melbourne and wanted to check it out, but Lucas is out with friends, Hannah is in America, and my parents are busy with work."

"Oh, then we should go and check it out, see what's going on!"

"Definitely! I'll come get you later...around two work?"

"Yeah, that works."

And so, Felix got ready before meeting Chan outside, the two off to go to the University. And once they got there, they noticed just how busy it was. Turns out, there was a lot to check out.

There were competitions, games, food, art, and so many other things. Felix actually ended up buying gifts for all of the other members of Stray Kids, as there seemed to be something for everyone. He even got something for Chan, who turned the gift down. Felix...just slipped it into Chan's bag.

And as they walked around, they heard music coming from the plaza. And because they were idols, they just had to go and check it out. Sure enough, it was a small group of students from the music department playing some jazz tunes that they had written. It was pretty cool, if they were being honest. And after the group was done playing, another group appeared.

And there you were.

At first, Felix didn't recognize you. You weren't in glasses anymore, and your hair was a lot longer than what it used to be. But after a moment, Felix's eyes widened.

"No way..." He blinked, leaning his head forward as his eyes narrowed, almost as if his brain didn't believe what his eyes were seeing. But Chan? He had no clue what was going on.

"What? What is it?" Chan looked to Felix, then to the group as they set up, and then back to Felix, seeing his friend's face suddenly red. "Why are you suddenly so flustered, huh?"

"I...I went to school with that girl. The one with the guitar." Felix instantly pointed you out, only to see you laugh and smile as you grabbed the microphone, adjusting it to your height before doing a quick sound check.

"No way, really?" Chan asked, looking at you as you did the typical "check, check, check, 1-2-3". But it was only a second before Chan smiled, nudging Felix with his arm. "She's kinda cute..."

"Hyung, stop..." Felix just shoved Chan back, hearing him laugh. But his attention was back on you in an instant. You had so much more confidence than you did when you were in highschool. It's almost as if you managed to find yourself, and pick yourself up.

"Hello! Um, we're Wallflower, and today we're gonna be playing a few songs that we really learned to love by a group named Stray Kids." You greeted, smiling at the crowd that had gathered around. People cheered, clapping before you laughed nervously, continuing. "Oh, and they're all covers we've learned and translated, too. So you'll be able to understand them. Hopefully."

And with that, you looked to the keyboardist, nodding. And they were quick to play an opening both Felix and Chan recognized instantly.

"Twilight, huh?" Chan murmured. It wasn't an easy song, that was for sure. It was a song Han had written, for crying out loud. His songs weren't ever easy. And yet, with a gentle breath, you began.

"I think my day, Has grown shorter than everyone's... And your thoughts, Make my night come faster than the sun... I try to follow you, cause you left just by chance, Will you be waiting for me in the end? I still remember you warm words from back when Your eyes held all that sweet love just for me..."

Felix forgot how beautiful your voice was. It was so smooth and soft, having just a hint of a raspiness that made it irresistible. Even Chan whistled lowly, crossing his arms as his eyes widened slightly.

"Damn, she's good." Chan said, looking back to Felix. But what he saw was his friend in absolute awe.

"Yeah..." Felix trailed, watching you closely. He couldn't even take his eyes off of you. You were enchanting, from your voice to the way you looked around the crowed, to how your hands moved and played each lick of twilight perfectly.

And then, your eyes caught his. And it was like everything stopped for Felix. His cheeks burned red, unable to look away from your beautiful eyes. He half expected you to freak out, but you didn't. Instead, you smiled, and winked to him. Winked.

Felix swallowed in response.

After Twilight, your group played Limbo, then Cover Me, then a softer version of Unfair. You sang Felix's solo. And your voice fit it perfectly. From Unfair, your group played Youth and Hold My Hand as well before finishing up.

"Thanks again for coming everyone! You all have been amazing!" All of you bowed before heading off of the make-shift stage to pack up your things.

"Wow...they were really good." Chan commented, only to watch Felix just walk over to you. He just blinked, watching Felix leave before going after him. "Fe-Felix, wait for me, man!"

Felix just ignored him, walking up to you before tapping your shoulder. You had just been putting your guitar away, zipping the case up when you felt the tap, turning around to see Felix, Chan running up behind him.

"Um, hey. I-I don't know if you remember me, but--"

"How couldn't I remember you, Felix?" You just smiled, giggling a bit before continuing. "Honestly, I should be the one asking you that question."

"Oh...Oh yeah, I guess so--"

"Felix, come on! I asked for you to wait!" Chan interrupted Felix, making Felix whip around before bowing to him.

"Sorry, Hyung, I didn't mean to. I just...I wanted to come say hi to--"

"Ah, right. Your school mate, right?" Chan looked to you, smiling before offering his hand. "I'm Chan, though...I'm sure you knew that already. You are...?"

"I'm Y/n, and its an absolute honor to meet you." You replied, shaking Chan's hand.

"Ah, Y/n! You did an amazing job with your performance, the translations were really good, too. You should've seen Felix, he was awe-struck-"

"HYUNG!" Felix gave Chan a look that just said 'shut your trap before I punch you'. It only made Chan laugh and put a hand onto Felix's head.

"Right, right, sorry. I need to embarrass you at least a little bit." Chan said, smiling before looking to you. "I'll give you guys some space. I saw a booth I wanted to check out, anyways. Have fun, love birds!"

Felix was going to kill Chan.

You simply laughed, waving to Chan as he walked away, before looking to Felix. "So..."

"So..." Felix repeated. All of a sudden, it was awkward. Really awkward. Damn it all... Felix just cleared his throat, looking to you with an apologetic smile. "Sorry about him. He's like a dad. A really, really embarrassing one."

"Ah, don't worry about it. I found it funny." You replied, putting your arms behind your back. And then, you gestured to the side, smiling kindly to Felix. "So, do you wanna catch up a bit? Maybe grab a bite to eat?"

"Yeah, sure." Felix smiled to you, before the two of you headed on your way. You both decided to get some meat pies from the cooking club, sitting down before chatting about the simple things.

Felix told you about his training and the show Stray Kids did before debuting, all sorts of stories about the other members and what they were like outside of their idol image. And you shared stories about college and how your group came to be. And it was nice. Really nice.

"You know, I never expected you to go into music." You eventually spoke, taking a sip of your soda. "I mean, you always seemed like you were too cool for it, y'know?"

"Really?" Felix blinked, watching you nod. "But I was a dancer in high school."

"Yeah, but that's not the same as music." You leaned forward on your hand, tilting your head as you looked at him. "But hey, it puts your deep voice to good use. Have you seen the compilations of people reacting to it online?"

"Actually, yeah." Felix laughed a bit, drinking some of his own drink. "Granted, you've changed too."

"Not really..." You shrugged, watching Felix shake his head.

"Yes really. I mean, you don't wear glasses anymore."

"Well, they got annoying."

"And you're not as shy."

"Trust me, I am with new people."

"You weren't shy with Chan."

"But I was awkward."

"They aren't the same thing though."

"They're close enough."

"Well, the girl I knew from Highschool would've never performed songs that she translated on a stage in front of people."

"I had other people on stage with me, I don't get nervous when I'm with them."

"See, you said that in Highschool, and then you passed out from nerves when you had that solo that one choir concert."

"I--what? I didn't do that!" Your face flushed as Felix brought that up, the man only laughing as he saw your reaction.

"Did too! I was there, remember? All because you asked me to support you!"

"And then I told you to never bring that up again!" From there, you covered your face up, letting out an embarrassed groan. "God, it was so embarrassing..."

"Hey, it's not as embarrassing as ripping your pants. Or face planting into the stage floor while performing." Felix had a point. But after a second, your brows furrowed as you looked at him, raising a brow.

"Wait, but didn't all of that happen to Chan?"

"...don't...don't tell him I mentioned that."

"I'm SO gonna tell him you mentioned that."

"No, don't!" Felix just whined as he watched you laugh, Felix only leaning forward. "Seriously! Chan will kill me!"

"Okay, okay! I won't!" You giggled, wiping a tear from your eye before you looked to Felix, smiling to him. Felix just blinked, taking in your beauty for a moment before smiling.

"You know...I'm really happy you've come out of your shell." Felix said, watching as you ran a hand through your hair.

"Yeah...college really changes people." You said, your eyes soft. "But you've changed a lot, too."

"Not really..." Felix said, watching as you shook your head.

"Yes really." You then leaned forward on your hands again, looking into his eyes. "You aren't trying to force this cool guy facade anymore. You're a lot humbler now than you were, too. You're letting people see the real you. The you that I got to know."

That got Felix blushing. He didn't know why, but...your words were so sweet. Something that he knew he needed to hear.

"Oh...um...thanks." Felix bowed a bit to you, silence coming between you both for a moment. But then, you let out a sigh, smiling softly.

"You know...I kind of wish that we got to be closer back in Highschool." Your voice was a lot more sincere now. Felix didn't miss it in the slightest.

"Yeah...me too." And then, the next words just flowed right out of his mouth before he could even stop himself. "I wish that I had the courage to ask you out back then."

You blinked, freezing before looking at Felix. He looked like he hadn't even said that. Just...staring at the table with eyes that showed how he was thinking.

"What?"

"Yeah. I had a thing for you back then, y'know?" Felix then looked up at you, his smile soft. "But I wanted to pursue my dreams. So I did."

"I'm happy you did." You responded, your cheeks pink. Felix then looked at you, his eyes wide. "You seem happy. A lot happier than you used to be. I think in a sense...you found yourself, too."

"Yeah...Yeah, I did." Felix nodded, his eyes not leaving yours for a second. "But...I'd be a lot happier if you were in my life."

Once again, your eyes went wide, your heart beating fast. He...did he really just say that?

"You think so?"

"I know so." Felix smiled, reaching out to take your hand in his, interlacing your fingers together. His eyes watched your hands, before he looked back up at you. "Let me do what Highschool me didn't have the guts for, and take you out on a date tonight, yeah?"

You couldn't believe your ears. But...you couldn't help but nod, feeling shy now.

"Y-Yeah...I'd like that."

"Oh, thank god." Instantly, Felix let out a breath of relief, his hand relaxing more in yours. "I was so scared you were gonna say no...god, that was horrifying."

You just laughed, Felix watching you before laughing with you. And after a moment, you both stopped, your sweet voice speaking up. "You did good, though! You made me feel butterflies!"

"Really?" Felix smiled, his eyes filled with so much joy. "I was really trying my best, I mean...like, I didn't want to be cringey, but I also wanted to be charming, but not too charming. That would've been cringe worthy. Like, seriously cringey, and I wanted it to be good enough to where I wouldn't ruin my shot..."

And as Felix continued to ramble on and on, you just watched him, smiling with love in your eyes. He was so cute...even though he had practically swept you off of your feet moments ago.

"Felix..." You spoke, interrupting him. He looked at you, his eyes wide and his mouth slightly open. You just moved forward, going to land a kiss right onto his lips.

Instead, you missed, hitting his chin.

You blinked. Felix blinked. And then you both burst into laughter.

"I missed! I was trying to kiss your lips!" You laughed, Felix just bending forward as he practically wheezed. "That's so embarrassing, I'm sorry!"

"No, no, it was perfect!" Felix cackled, only to look up at you with a smile. And after you both calmed down, you gazed into each other's eyes, happy as can be.

"Can I try again?" You asked softly, Felix nodding. And as you leaned forward, you slowly closed your eyes, waiting for the impact until...

"Don't miss this time."

"Felix!" You just smacked his shoulder, making him laugh before going to cup your cheek.

"Sorry, sorry...here, I'll guide you." Felix said. And finally, the two of you met in the middle, sharing a soft, sweet kiss. It felt like the two of you set off fireworks, only the two of you in the world. And as you both pulled away, you didn't go far, keeping close as Felix spoke softly. "I'll come get you at seven tonight. Sound like a deal?"

You just nodded, putting your forehead onto his. "Deal."

One thing was for sure...neither of you could wait for tonight.

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thoughts on episode 18

boy howdy can i just say how nice it is to read this when it's coming out and not when i'm like. at work and actively in meetings lmao

anyways we made it!! the festival of stars is here!! i'm going to cry when i see lyca's little bun i can just feel it. live reading here we go!!

spoilers through ep 18

i'm screaming already everyone pray for my roommate who is asleep

UGH THE CARDS RIGHT WHEN I OPEN THE APP they're all so prettyyyyyy i love them oh it's just towa hi jin

rip bunny girl. i was so ready for a jumpscare there lmao

VAGASTROM CAMEO RIGHT OFF THE BAT hiiii alan. note to self: get the vagastrom kids to help build my ikea furniture. stop wait are you telling me alan just carries around chicken. in his pockets. for the cats. chicken??? just in. his pockets??? BE CAREFUL AROUND DARKWICK GOD ALL THE GHOULS KNOW NOT TO TRUST THEM UGHHHH alan i love you

oh wow i've been so busy rereading chapters i forgot we got diamonds for new ones lmao

BLACK MARKET CAT TREATS god i love this game

oh canceled last year you say? perhaps because of the clash or a murder mayhaps?? looks like they're going with the traditional 7/7 date, that's cool. SKY KING IS REAL?? PROTECTION? oh she's still got two months okay interesting good to know. so potentially two more inter house missions then before they switch it up for the plot.

YES GRILL THAT LITTLE BITCH MC GO GIRL exhausting every avenue my ass.

the vibe hahaha i bet he learned that from rui. PLEASE tell me lyca is going to say "oh, truth!" at some point too. LOVE that subaru is suspicious. get him on my investigation team!! "choose a weaver" bitch who else would towa EVER choose hahaha except haru subaru blushing!!!!

towa is so funny dude

lyca will you please just tell me about my scent :( is it the kyklos be honest

omg zenji hi!! i feel like that meme whenever i see him, he's so fun. god i'm typing too much already i gotta chill. THAT LITTLE PERSON lyca i love you so much. zenji's actually gonna make me cry and we're like five chapters in dude i can't do this

FENYANG okay had to pause the fun music to look that up. apparently it's not a sheep but a river valley region in china lol. earth spirits in game though!!! that live in burial jars, that's super cool. someone remind me to add that to my anomalies list later. towa's little giggle is so cute ugh. such a fantastic group of ghouls for this mission im so excited.

ZENJI YOUTUBE VIDEO LETS GO i love that hes the one who tells us these stories. this is such a fun way to do this. who do you think draws the pictures for him? THREE OUT OF TEN hahaha towa PLEASE

ooo a riddle, that's fun. towa saying another wish is crazy. i wonder how powerful the sky king is? is there a limit to the wishes he can grant? is it a monkey paw thing? oh okay got my answer right away lol. oblivion and immortality....interesting. she could wish for the memory of the kyklos to disappear into oblivion. YES lyca we are on the same page!!! god lyca is so smart THATS MY BOY

NEW TOWA NICKNAME LUPIN making a post RIGHT NOW so i do that tomorrow. i mean lupin obviously latin root lup--wolf. so. anyways! it's actually so funny that zenji can't clap and make sounds hahaha i love that. fun detail. towa and lyca are so funny this is so good. "i'm good at jumping over things" omg the fox is back lyca said its on SIGHT

sho in a track suit????? the sky king is blessing me already HELLOOOOOOO BABY!! he's worried about salmonella ilysm sho

AND RIGHT AFTER IS THE MAN BUN oh god okay okay okay okay okay okay okay i can be normal about this okay okay

everyone looks so good!!! ugh top tier outfit design as usual. hodge and podge!! my favs!!! i love that they fixed her outfit omg. this is so sweet dude. subaru saying "carefully worn" makes me feel like someone's gonna rip theirs lol. my money's on towa. oh i bet the lantern floating is going to look so pretty.

STUFF LMAO HAKU STOP oh my god zenji might accidentally get laid to rest?? hello???

"here chimi take my hand" dude where. your hand is INSIDE your sleeve. love you tho. oh nvm he did that on purpose hahaha. "today, the line between our world and other worlds like the spirit world becomes blurred in hotarubi." FASCINATING. wait students get spirited away?? lmaooo at least they come back weeks later?? this is so funny. no big deal. super chill.

sky king is a smash. i am not taking comments at this time.

towa and lyca not sitting is SO funny i love these dudes. "child of beast," lyca; "shade" subaru??; "miraculous one" towa; "cursed being" mc; HELLO?? SHADE?? unless he was referring to zenji but like. shade? hello? as in a spirit shade or a shady soul or WHAT? i mean i've seen some stories where shades are like, reflections of beings so maybe because of subaru's stigma? oh that's so interesting. super cool that his stigma didn't work on the scroll, love that. can't wait to see what these challenges are!!

HARU HEY BABE omg wait are they rainbow toffee apples??? the gay apples we get to level up?? no way hahaha. omg lyca paying for us ill cry rn. little robot gear dude??? how much you wanna bet gen or mio or whatever made that? clockwork anomaly is adorable and i love them. THEYRE FROM DIONYSIA!!! ITS MIOS LETS GOOOO

does towa not like it because it's mechanical? more points in my nature being theory basket. also instantly pacified by haru complimenting him. love them

oh i bet it's ultio that fucked up the dorm then lmao. no wonder it hasn't gotten fixed.

love that someone's sabotaging this though, that'll make it fun. ramen buddies!! hell YES they're hanging together!! detective reaching shinjo lyca PLEASE subaru using his stigma to find the winning ticket is SENDING ME. romeo is going to kill him hahaha ritsu is so funny dude. too bad he ditched his date for legal matters sorry ren :(

oh cool subaru's controlling his stigma more! love powers that are tied to emotional states. it makes sense then, that basically confirms why jin's is on the fritz. zenji's been so worried this whole episode stop that you're making ME worried.

close up on sho don't mind if i do! lyca is so excited omg look at him. i love this episode everyone is so cute. oh my god the heart attack i just had when i thought sho could see zenji hahaha my jaw DROPPED. sho being so confident we'll be around next year please ill CRY. im so obsessed with him. i keep thinking other ghouls are my favorite but then here he is still being AMAZING. ugh.

magpie building a bridge!! story reference!! wishes on bamboo!! aw towa wants to be a hero :') lyca wishing for nero ughhh. "i would never again make a wish upon something i can't see." uh oh zenji, demonic pact reference? oh elias makes the soda that's funny.

SUNS GONE CONFIRMATION FOR TOWA i love having obvious theories proven. boosts my ego. anyways i hope this place is a spirit road this is sick. is the voice repeating wishes or something? repeating her thoughts???

oh hey alan. HAHA WAIT HE TOLD SHO HE WAS LOST oh my god i love you alan never change. whats the vibe between alan and subaru why is it weird. ALLY?? DISSIDENTS HAHAHA i just choked on my snack. "i'll return the favor" oh i can't wait to see that come back around. bye alan love you. zenji calling him dashing is great, who wouldn't have a crush on alan?

WATERMELON EXORCISMS?

kaito and luca festival date!!! oh my god i am eating GOOD today!! omg luca and jiro being buddies mention, fav rarepair if imma be real. it's up there. THATS WHAT ROMI CALLS HIM oh no lyca is getting the bar boys nicknames for everyone this is so funny. "toadstool here!" kaito i love you dude

i love when they make subaru taller than the gen ed students. he's like 5' nothing in my head. damn lyca you're cool as hell. can we eat the watermelons after we exorcise them. asking for a friend. OH MY GOD WE CAN

is the sky king the cowherd do we need to find his weaver? why is my mans crying :(

SHAMEPLANT??? oh my god towa. power rangers!!! omg this is so funny.

SUBARU SNAPPING LETS GOOOO i just had goosebumps hoooly shit oh my god. dude the music going quiet too was CRAZY. oh my god. ohhh my god. towa's immediately like "yeah you should have said it louder actually. i recommend lightning." oh that mask sequence was so cool i watched it three times ngl

dude the way i just got so sad that the wish isn't getting granted even though i knew it wouldn't happen smh. give us the panel of towa and lyca hugging cowards. oh what was with the creepy music behind zenji at the end there? interesting.

i really feel like this episode could have benefitted from like, two more chapters at least to wrap everything up. still though, good story, and i'm super bummed we never found out why the sky king was crying. what did zenji mean about the original japanese?? literally gonna be scouring people's posts for that, i'll link it here when i find one.

ugh such a cute episode this was all so so so cute. good episode. VAGASTROM NEXT LETS GO BABY!! maybe we'll get some more lore. mc said two more months, so we'll see where in the time frame this next one is!! posts coming tomorrow on towa's nicknames for lyca and subaru and i'm sure i'll do a couple theory posts on the new info once i've slept

the most important part of this episode was lyca's bun thank you and goodnight it's almost 2 am hahaha

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Fae Perfumes

CW: brainwashing, corruption, mind control, transformation, whorification, identity erasure, fae deals

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Linda stalked down the cracked pavement, her heels clicking with sharp precision. Her frown had taken up permanent residence over the course of the day — yet another mind-numbing meeting, another colleague who 'forgot' to CC her. The city hummed around her in its usual blur of gray and noise, but she kept her gaze fixed forward, blinders on.

Then the scent hit her.

It was subtle at first — a whisper of jasmine, then something riper and richer, like mango or passionfruit warmed by the sun. She slowed without meaning to. The air around her thickened, fragrant and oddly inviting. She turned her head and, halfway down a narrow side street she must’ve passed a hundred times, saw a storefront she didn’t recognize.

It wasn’t flashy. In fact, it was almost forgettable, nestled between a tailor and a café.

Linda took a step toward it before she realized what she was doing. She hesitated, then told herself the distraction would be a good thing, and walked over. It might help to lift her mood. At the worst she'd have wasted five minutes of time she'd spend otherwise on nothing worthwhile anyway.

The interior was just as plain. It held rows and rows of glass bottles filled with every imaginable colour — the shelves went on seemingly endlessly.

But what truly held her attention were the smells. A myriad of scents were layered, woven, and blended into a dizzyingly rich perfume, complex and heady.

It wrapped around Linda’s mind and fogged her senses, and as much as Linda wanted to turn around and leave she found herself rooted to the spot. A haze of lust and want, like a physical weight, was tugging her in every direction, dragging her eyes up and down each row and back again. "You belong here," they whispered. "You need to stay," they commanded. She inhaled deeply and shuddered. It felt so warm and lovely.

"Oh, hello! Is there anything I can help you with?" The soft-spoken question shook her out of her thoughts and back to the real world. Linda snapped her head up to look at the shopkeeper — a bombshell of a woman.

She had beautiful blonde hair that hung perfectly styled in loose ringlets, and eyes like blue diamonds that sparkled with playful delight as Linda looked her over. Her mouth, pink as rosebuds, pulled up at the edges as if holding a mischievous grin back, a secret between her lips waiting for its time. She smiled at Linda with her head tilted just to the side, her long eyelashes lowered and casting delicate shadows beneath sapphire eyes, and spoke again.

"You look lost," the woman pouted softly, a flicker of amusement dancing on the edges of her voice. Linda swallowed thickly. Her mouth was bone dry — and the scent didn't help.

"I— No. I was just— I'm fine. I'm—" the woman raised her eyebrow but stayed quiet. Only her lips twitched in response to Linda's stammering.

A flush of embarrassment warmed Linda's cheeks. Thoughts swam through a syrup in her head. And with each breath it became thicker — harder to string ideas together. Her mouth felt slow and clumsy. She just couldn't form a simple thought.

"Oh, dear. Is the perfume too much? Some find the scent rather overwhelming." Her voice, a husky, feminine timbre, flowed with a languid cadence, like honey pouring into Linda’s mind.

Linda forced a nod — she couldn't look away.

The shopkeeper laughed softly at the gesture and held out a perfectly-manicured hand. "My name is Mirelle, it's nice to meet you," she introduced herself.

Mirelle wore a tailored dress in a shade of deep emerald green that complimented the warmth of her skin and clung to her curves. It fell down just past the woman’s knee in a sea of silk that shifted with the subtle movements of her body and highlighted her ample breasts, each of which strained the fabric as though fighting to break free.

Through all the sticky, fogged mess inside Linda's head lanced a jolt of envy. Not just of those tits — the way Mirelle seemed perfectly comfortable, fully in control. She envied the ease and confidence with which the woman moved.

Mirelle's eyes glimmered, giving Linda the impression the woman knew exactly what passed through her mind.

She took another step toward the door and smiled. "It’s so nice to see customers, I rarely have anyone come to visit anymore." The blonde gestured around at the shop, indicating her vast array of products that covered the store in all directions, a menagerie of bottles and jars, and sprays and vials and creams.

The myriad of products blurred together for Linda, an ever-changing display that she couldn't quite focus on — the constant assault of different scents only adding to the disorientation and fog in her mind.

"Would you perhaps be interested in buying something?" asked the bombshell. A twinkle sparkled in Mirelle's gaze, as though she already knew the answer. And Linda didn't have the energy to fight — and a growing part of her didn't want to, either.

Linda nodded and followed the blonde, the glass bottles on either side reflecting their images and contorting them — at least Linda's reflection. Mirelle's was unchanged, constant and intoxicating beautiful. She tried to concentrate on something other than her ever-increasing lust but found it impossible.

"What are you looking for? I have many things in store," the bombshell said after they reached the counter and she gestured for Linda to sit. She did so, even if it went against her usual demeanor — Mirelle's command was easy to follow.

"I-I don't know," Linda gasped out, trying to catch her breath. The scent, Mirelle, her lust. She couldn't focus. Couldn’t think straight. All of her senses felt overloaded.

"Hmm, that can happen here. It is quite overwhelming with how powerful these smells are." The woman smirked.

Linda frowned. She needed something. Something that could clear her mind and help her think again, not the syrup that stuck to every crease of her brain

"Tell you what. You give me your name. And I give you a wonderful example," she said, letting her tongue dart out to lick over her rosy lips. And with her voice just as smooth, Mirelle asked, "Is that a fair deal for you?"

Linda blinked slowly and looked up into the blonde's eyes, feeling herself drown within the depths of their cerulean hue, losing all sense of herself. "Yes," she said without thinking. "I'm Linda Summers."

Mirelle leaned in and whispered seductively into her ear, "Linda Summers." She rolled her R, and the name never sounded as sultry as when this beautiful blonde breathed it out. A shiver of anticipation shot up the costumers spine at her voice alone — warm and velvety like caramel.

But then the customers brows furrowed. Something was missing. It clang to the tip of her tongue.

A snap brought her focus back to the beautiful Mirelle.

"Missing something? Don't worry about it, my pet. You'll get something better later. But for now, you gave me your name for a scent that gives you clarity." And with those words, the bombshell released a cloud into her costumers face.

A heavy mix of amber and tuberose hit the visitor. Hints of jasmine and vanilla tickled her nose. There were fainter undertones as well: rose and cedarwood and sandalwood. They swirled within each breath she drew, saturating the air in their scent. For a moment, her mind was filled only with the fragrance; she forgot who she was; forgot where she had been headed.

Then, as suddenly as it had appeared, her thoughts were back. But they all focused on one singular topic. The beautiful woman that took her name. The bombshell worthy of admiration.

"Better, isn't it? And all it took was a name. Think about what other scents you could wear by giving me some nonsensical things. Say, your autonomy," whispered the bombshell. Mirelle had leaned forward, her face hovering just in front of Linda's.

The costumer's mouth went dry and her eyes widened at the implications. It wasn't— It couldn't possibly— yet, the air, Mirelle's eyes and the promise of more held the woman transfixed.

Mirelle leaned further forward and, despite all reason that told her otherwise, she leaned forward too. Lips caught lips. Softness melted together. Tongues slid along each other in a hot, intimate embrace.

The bombshell moaned softly into the customers mouth before pulling away with a satisfied expression. And with her price.

"Stand at attention, pet," she said softly. A tone of command underlining her words and weaving in the scent. With wide, unfocused eyes, pet obeyed instantly, rising quickly.

Pet couldn’t have stopped if she'd wanted to.

"Such a beautiful obedience," Mirelle murmured. She stroked pet's cheek lovingly with one finger and traced over pet's jawline and down her neck with a feather light touch, enjoying how her new toy shuddered under her caress. "Now let's mold you into something worthy of my shop. In exchange for your body, I will grant you a name." And a hint of mischief flashed through her eyes at the offer.

Pet stood perfectly still and stared unblinking into Mirelle's own vibrant orbs as the command settled into pet's body — the scent having woven its magic through the words.

"Yes, pet agrees," the costumer spoke, nodding slowly in a trance, eyes glazed and empty of thought. Her body stood at rapt attention in front of the bombshell's. "It accepts." The former costumer smiled faintly at Mirelle. She would serve. She could be useful. She was good at that. "It'll be worthy of Mirelle."

Laughing throatily and licking her glossy lips once more, Mirelle looked over pet's body appraisingly, nodding once to herself when she finally decided something within the recess of her mind.

The blonde bombshell ran a manicured nail down from pet's chin, over her clothed breast, and all the way to her waist with one finger. The clothes fell open with nary a sound, leaving the costumers curves open to the gaze and the fragrances in the shop.

"Such a wonderful canvas you'll make, Saffron Bloom," murmured the bombshell appreciatively. And her smile turned wicked, eyes flashing brightly. "I'll make you so beautiful, my pet."

Saffron felt the scents wrap around her body, pressing it into a new shape. The warm weight of vanilla embraced the costumer and gently expanded her curves. The rich, sultry tones of amber and musk accentuated Saffrons chest, enhancing each curve. The sharp scent of pine teased at Saffron's legs and hips, sculpting them into something graceful. A whisper of lavender caressed her shoulders and back, smoothing out any imperfection and filling out the new, voluptuous body. Black waves of glossy hair replaced her dull brown mop and with it a strong whiff of sandalwood clung to it, further heightening her sensuality. Eyelashes were lengthened. Lips were plumped to create an irresistible allure.

Mirelle stood up and pressed herself close to her toy. "You'll do nicely. Such a beautiful piece of artwork." And she cupped a newly created globe, pressing into the soft flesh, playing with the heavy mass and molding it like a sculptor shaping a work of art.

Saffron moaned as she leaned into her owner's grip. Every movement sent shivers of delight racing through Saffrons' nerves. Each touch and tease and pull of flesh elicited delicious reactions from the transformed lips.

With a final stroke of ownership, Mirelle released the costumers breast from her hand, causing Saffron's head to slump forward and letting out a disappointed whimper.

"Oh, does my pet want more," cooed Mirelle, "then she'll need to bring something to bargain with. But I'm sure a sexy, slutty whore like Saffron Bloom can easily entice people to give her something for a wonderful trade." Her smile was predatory and eager.

Saffron cocked her hips seductively and gave Mirelle a promising gaze, before the former costumer walked out of the store. Whispering scents formed into clothes that wrapped around Saffron, dressing the newly made whore.

The fabric clung tight to the contours of her curves, accenting the voluptuousness and lushness that was Saffron Bloom — her breasts pressed tightly against the thin layer of silk, nipples straining against its soft texture, her ass jutting out from behind as she sauntered away — seven-inch heels clacking. She had a task, afterall — a deal to close with another lucky client.

And she knew that paying her, would be as pleasant as fucking her.

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LaDS as Dads - A flower ring by a 'boyfriend' [5yo]

Masterlist ---- Context

How would the LI's react if their baby, Aurora, was gifted a flower ring by her 'boyfriend'?

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Small, fast thumps and a blur of white hair announces a little girl’s return from school.

“Whoa, cutie. Slow down.” Rafayel intercepts Aurora mid-sprint, scooping her up into a princess carry. 

She lets out a giggle, twitching in his grasp as he nuzzles into her tummy.

Xavier drops onto the grey plush of the couch, groaning. “How is she so hyper when it's so hot outside?” 

“I’m just happy!” She beams, escaping Rafayel’s hold.

“You’re lucky that my mission ended early, Xavier.” Caleb calls out from the doorway, watching her run to him. “And you’re extra lucky that I showed up with the car. Otherwise, you would’ve had to walk in that heat with her.” He smirks, Aurora now helping him pull off his boots.

“Thanks.” Xavier mumbles. He then directs his voice at Aurora, “Alright. No more running around. You’re sweaty all over."

"He's right." Caleb agrees. "Let’s put you in the shower and you’ll feel great, okay?”

“Nope.” She pops the ‘p’ cheekily and zips past him, towards the stairs.

“Come on. Please?" Xavier slumps into the softness. "Daddy doesn’t want to play chasey today.”

Rafayel shifts off the sofa. “I’ll take her. I need to take a bath too. Let’s go, cutie.” 

“Nooo." She stomps. "I already did a shower this morning!”

An arm whisks Aurora a few feet in the air. Her legs flail around as she is pulled into a familiar hold. A deep voice chuckles, “Hello to you too, Kitten.” 

“Oh, she must’ve woken you up.” Caleb sympathises. “Listen to us, Pip.”

“Not quite.” Sylus sighs. “I have a business meeting to attend in two hours, so I was bound to get up soon.” He ruffles her hair with his other hand. “Rafayel. Take her uniform off of her.”

Rafayel makes quick work of it while she pouts. “I’m not sweaty!” 

As she protests, a pale green object slips out her fingers and spirals to the ground. 

She momentarily forgets about the shower, looking straight down.

“NOOOO! My ring!”

“Your ring?" Rafayel pauses mid-lift of her shirt at the outburst, raising an eyebrow. "What ring?”

“You don’t have a ring.” Sylus states. “Do you want one, Kitten?”

“What a strange way to ask for a ring.” Caleb expresses.

Aurora gets confused. ”What?…I already have a ring! It fell out of my hand.” She points at the floor. “Stooooop! You’re gonna step on it!” Squirming in Sylus’ hold, she bites his arm, making him reluctantly let her go.

She picks it up, cradling it in her hand.

A bright, golden-yellow flower sits on top of a green, stem ring.

She slips it on her finger.

“It really is a ring.” Xavier comments, resting his chin on the edge of the sofa, peering at the outburst.

“Yeah…” Aurora holds her hand out in front of her, admiring it. “My boyfriend gave it to me.”

…

Silence.

The front door clicks open.

A black-haired man with a tall, white coat walks in. 

“Why is it… so quiet?” His golden eyes narrow. “What broke? Who’s injured?” 

Caleb’s voice is deceptively calm. “You have a boyfriend?” 

“That’s not possible! You’re too young!” Rafayel exclaims, prying her fingers open to examine the ring.

“Who is your boyfriend, Aurora?” Sylus asks, tone flat.

Zayne simply chuckles, already sensing what’s coming.

She giggles. “Daniel gave this to me. His dad taught him how to make it.” 

“No way!” Xavier bursts. “Daniel? As in that bakery guy’s son?” 

Sylus huffs. “You still have a grudge on Charlie?”

“Princess.” Xavier stands up, making his way to Aurora, effectively ignoring Sylus. “This Daniel boy isn’t good. His dad tried to take mummy away from me. I told you, remember?”

“Buttttt, he’s so nice. He plays with me at the park all the time.” She sways side to side.

Caleb chuckles. “Are you for real, Xavier?”

“I am.” He rolls his eyes. “Charlie tried to steal my wife. And now his son is trying to steal my baby. It’s generational treason.” 

“If Xavier is this fired up, then something’s off.” Rafayel mutters. “Sorry, cutie.” He begins dramatically, “No blessing from me. I do not approve of this relationship.” He holds his hand out, palm waiting. “Come on now, pass me the ring.”

“No way!”

Zayne snorts.

“She probably doesn’t even know what ‘boyfriend’ means.” Sylus states at the two guys.

Zayne inquires. “Sweetie. What does ‘boyfriend’ mean?”

“Pfft. It means...he’s my friend, who's a boy!”

She crosses her arms, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

…

A beat.

The corner of Zayne’s lips curls up. "I thought so." He mumbles, pushing up his glasses.

Then Caleb breaks.

He lets out a deep laugh, one hand covering his face.

Sylus chuckles alongside him.

“What’s so funny!?” Aurora grumbles. 

Rafayel turns away and scoffs, concealing a sheepish smile and blushed cheeks.

Xavier lets out a breath and plops back on the couch, an arm over his face. It fails to hide his red-tinted ears.

“This isn’t funny!”

“Yes yes, Pip.” Caleb smiles at her. “Off you go to the shower.”

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Later, the ring was somehow crushed under Xavier’s foot.

“Oops.”

Aurora stares in betrayal. “You stepped on it! On purpose!”

“I didn’t see it.”

“You’re lying.” She growls. Jumping onto his back, her forearms wrap around his neck.

He smirks, nuzzling into her hold like it’s a hug. “I didn’t say I wasn’t.” 

“Fine! I’ll ask him for another one.” Xavier starts choking.

“Nuh uh, cutie.” Rafayel approaches her with a menacing grin. “No, you won’tttt.” And he tickles the thought away.

[orellazalonia]

hii!! i really really love your writing. I was wondering if I can request a bucky x actor/model!reader? Sort of like inspired by notting hill? Angst and fluff that type of stuff? thank you!

Hello there! That’s so sweet! And thank you for the request. I have also not seen notting hill either unfortunately. However, I hope you enjoy this little story I went for anyways. It sort of includes grumpy!Bucky ngl. Regardless, Happy reading!!!

Simple Solace

Summary: You duck into a quiet bookstore one rainy day, desperate to escape the cameras. There, you meet a man who doesn’t recognize your face or ask for your name. In the calm that follows, you find something rare: someone who sees you without expectation, without performance, and without needing anything in return. (Bucky Barnes x reader)

Word Count: 3.1k+

Main Masterlist

The storm started just after you slipped out the back door.

Flashes of cameras burst behind you, shouting voices chasing through the alley like thunder, and all you could think was not again. Your heels could be heard on the wet pavement as you ran, coat clutched around you, ducking your head.

It was always like this. One premiere, one whisper of a rumored romance, one slightly too honest interview, and suddenly you were prey again.

This wasn’t what you wanted when you became an actress. Not this side of it. Not the part where your life stopped belonging to you.

Your hand grasped a door handle at random, heart hammering, and rain dripping from your lashes. You yanked it open without reading the sign, stepping into dim lighting and warmth and–books? The sudden scent of aged pages and dust stopped you. Wooden shelves stretched in neat rows. A bell above the door jingled softly behind you.

Someone looked up from the counter, brow furrowing beneath a mop of dark hair. “We’re about to close,” He said, voice low and edged with Brooklyn. His eyes, blue and tired, flicked to your face and then lingered. Not with recognition though. More like surprise, you weren’t what he expected on a rainy evening.

You swallowed hard. “Please… just for five minutes. I’ll buy something.”

There was a long pause. And then he shrugged, muttering something like, “Sure,” before turning back to the old paperback in his hands.

You stepped deeper inside, careful not to drip on the floor. The silence was almost unreal after the chaos outside. No clicks, no shouts. No phones in your face. Just the occasional creak of the building and the quiet, steady sound of the man flipping a page.

It was bliss.

You wandered slowly, pretending to browse as your hands trailed the worn spines. You let yourself breathe as the ache in your chest loosened. You glanced back at the man behind the counter. He looked older than you by a few years, hair tied back, sleeves rolled to the elbows. No smile, no small talk, and no hovering.

God, that was nice.

“Do you live around here?” You asked before you could stop yourself.

He didn’t look up. “Yeah.”

You bit your lip, warmth prickling your cheeks. “You don’t… recognize me?”

Now he looked up. His stare was slow, assessing. “Should I?”

You blinked. Then you laughed, for the first time in what felt like weeks. It startled you. “No,” You said, voice light. “Sorry, you shouldn’t.”

He gave a small, unimpressed smirk and looked back down at his book.

You noticed from the corner of your eye, someone walking past the window outside and peering in. You froze.

He noticed your panic instantly. “You in trouble?”

You hesitated. “Just need to disappear for a minute.”

He studied you a second longer then closed his book.

“Come on,” He said, nodding toward the back. “You can sit in the office until they’re gone.”

You stared.

“You don’t even know me.”

“Don’t need to,” He replied, already walking away.

And just like that, you followed him. Into the back room of a tiny bookshop. Into warmth and quiet. Into something that felt dangerously close to safety.

You didn’t even know his name yet. But you’d remember the way he didn’t look at you like the whole world did.

The back room of the bookshop smelled like cedar and coffee.

There was a space heater buzzing in the corner, a little too warm, a little too loud. A small desk sat near the wall with a battered typewriter, a chipped mug, and a pile of receipts near half-read novels. A coat hung from a nail, and above it, a faded black-and-white photo of soldiers lined up beside a tank.

You stood in the doorway, damp and hesitant, while the man rummaged through a drawer, pulled out a towel, and tossed it in your direction.

“Here,” He said. “You’re dripping all over the floor.”

“Thanks,” You murmured, catching it. You dabbed at your hair, your coat, then your cheeks. You hadn’t realized how wet you really were until your fingers started to shake. Adrenaline always came first. The cold hit second.

He watched you, arms crossed, still leaning slightly toward the door as if ready to return to his book. Still suspicious, still quiet.

“You always invite strange women into your back room?” You teased softly.

“Only the ones who look like they’ve run three blocks in heels during a thunderstorm,” He replied. “And lie about wanting to buy books.”

You cracked a smile. “Guilty.”

He nodded toward the office chair. “Sit. You’ll melt into a puddle otherwise.”

You sat. The warmth of the room, the hum of the space heater, the absence of people; it all started to soften the edges of your panic. Outside the storm still raged, a clap of thunder rolled overhead, but it felt distant now. Like it belonged to another world.

The man leaned against the doorframe, watching you for a moment. His eyes weren’t cruel. Just tired. Careful. “You hiding from fans or photographers?”

You blinked. “Both, probably.”

He gave a low hum. “Should’ve guessed. You’ve got that look.”

“What look?”

“The don’t-look-at-me-but-do-look-at-me kind.”

That made you laugh again, breathier this time, easier. “It’s part of the job, I think.”

He didn’t ask what job. You expected him to, most people did. Instead, he continued, “It’s fine, you don’t owe me a story.”

That stopped you.

The quiet of it. The gentleness of it. No pressure. No prying.

“Thank you,” You whispered, more genuine than you’d meant to be.

He gave a slow nod, then extended a hand. Big, callused, and steady. “I’m Bucky.”

You looked at him, brows raised. “Just Bucky?”

He shrugged. “Most people call me that.”

You took his hand, shaking it once, firmly.

“Nice to meet you, Just Bucky,” You said with a soft smile. “I’m–“

He cut you off. “You don’t owe me a name either.”

And maybe that was the moment it happened. Not lightning-strike attraction. Not some sweeping rom-com epiphany. But something gentler. Something safer. Something rare.

Because for the first time in days, in weeks, in months… You felt like you could just be you. No cameras, no lines to deliver, no brand to protect.

Just a girl with rain in her hair, and a man who didn’t care who she was.

You stayed longer than five minutes.

The storm didn’t let up. You’d moved from perching on the chair’s edge to curling one leg beneath you, towel still wrapped around your shoulders like armor. Your soaked clothes had dried slightly, thanks to the humming space heater though.

Bucky–Just Bucky–disappeared for a moment and returned with a steaming mug.

“No sugar,” He said, placing it on the desk near you. “Didn’t peg you for the type.”

You glanced at the cup, then up at him. “What type?”

“The sweet kind,” He replied, too casually, though you caught the flicker of amusement in his eyes.

You raised the mug in mock salute. “Guess that’s fair.”

For a few minutes, neither of you said anything. You sipped your tea, it tasted simple, earthy, nothing fancy. And watched the way he leaned one shoulder against the doorway. Not the stance of a man who liked being watched. More like someone used to corners. Someone who kept his back to walls and his heart tucked out of sight.

It was odd, but comforting. In a strange way, he reminded you of yourself. Or at least, the version of yourself you used to be, before the press interviews, the contracts, the headlines about people you never actually dated.

“Is it always this quiet?” You asked softly, gesturing toward the empty shelves, the silent shop.

“Depends on the day,” Bucky replied. “Some people still read.”

You smiled. “That’s comforting.”

He tilted his head. “Why?”

“Because… most people only care about what’s trending. Viral moments. Scandals.” You paused, catching the way his gaze lingered without pushing. “They don’t have patience for quiet things anymore.”

He considered that. “Maybe they never did.”

You watched him for a moment. “You don’t talk much, do you?”

“Nope,” He said. “Do you?”

You smiled. “I used to.”

There was something there, just a flicker of understanding. You didn’t need to say more. He didn’t ask. But in the silence that followed, something settled between you. Not heavy. Not awkward. Just… mutual.

Respect, maybe.

The shop’s clock ticked slowly. The rain began to slow. You checked your phone to find six missed calls and two dozen texts. Your manager had probably gone nuclear. You sighed.

“Time to go?” He asked, his voice still calm. Unbothered.

“Yeah,” You murmured. You didn’t move yet. Instead, you looked at him, “Thank you. For not… treating me like a circus act.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Didn’t know you were part of the circus.”

You gave a small laugh. “Don’t Google me, then.”

He smirked again. “I won’t.”

And you believed him. As you stood and slipped your coat back on, he walked you to the front door. The sky was still gray, but the downpour had softened to a drizzle. Outside, there were no cameras, no noise, just the glistening street.

You paused in the doorway. “Do you… always work here?”

“Most days.”

You hesitated before smiling faintly. “Maybe I’ll come back. You know… if I ever need another place to disappear.”

Bucky gave a slow nod. “Door’s always open.”

You stepped outside. The air smelled like wet pavement and you didn’t look back. But you hoped he’d be there next time.

Bucky didn’t Google you.

He didn’t need to.

It was two days later when he finally placed you, not through the tabloids or some viral clip, but through a magazine left behind by a college student who’d come in asking for poetry and left with an overpriced espresso and old fashion books.

He found it under one of the chairs when he was closing, muttering under his breath as he collected the day’s litter. But the magazine fell open before he could toss it, centerfold spread with bold letters across the page.

“America’s Darling: The Actress Who Won’t Be Tamed.”

And there you were.

Wind in your hair. Lips slightly parted. That same haunted softness in your eyes, the one that made you look like you were thinking about something heavy even when dressed in a thousand-dollar gown. Your name in elegant white across the bottom.

He stared at the page, the photo. Then frowned.

He didn’t like being lied to. But that wasn’t quite it. You hadn’t lied exactly. You just hadn’t told him.

He leaned against the counter, magazine still open in his hands, trying to piece it together. The wet shoes. The way you had looked over your shoulder like someone was always chasing you. How you flinched at a camera flash across the street even though it hadn’t been aimed at you.

And the quiet. You’d sat in his back room like someone starving for silence.

He got that.

He’d been the Winter Soldier. Then a ghost. Now just a man with too much time and too many regrets, trying to remember how to live in a world that never stopped spinning.

You though, you were still in it. Still being devoured by it.

He flipped through the article. The journalist’s words didn’t sound like you at all.

“Charming but distant, a rising star with a reputation for disappearing between films.” “Rumors suggest a secret relationship with a political figure.” “Some say she’s difficult on set, while others claim she’s just misunderstood.”

Bucky closed the magazine. He hated all of it.

The next day, you came back.

Disguised, poorly with a hood up, dark sunglasses, and an oversized sweatshirt like you were hiding inside yourself. You walked in like a ghost, hesitating in the doorway like maybe you were hoping he wouldn’t be there.

But he was.

He didn’t say anything right away. Just looked up from his spot behind the counter, eyeing the ridiculous sunglasses, then slowly lifting one brow.

“…Really?”

You gave a sheepish half-smile and pulled the glasses off. “In my defense, it works on half the population.”

“Guess I’m in the other half.”

You stepped forward, uncertainty flickering across your features. “You found out.”

“Yep.”

“Are you mad?”

He looked at you. Not like a fan or a man dazzled by magazine spreads or red carpet glamour. Just… like a man who’d seen enough of the world to know when someone was hurting.

“Nope,” He said. “Disappointed you’re famous, though. I was enjoying pretending you were just weird.”

That made you laugh, short and surprised.

“Sorry to ruin it.”

“Still weird, though,” He added. “Especially to run into a bookstore during a thunderstorm and ask for five minutes of silence.”

You shrugged. “Guess I figured you’d get it.”

His eyes softened. “I do.”

There was a pause. Then you stepped closer, lowering your voice.

“Can I… sit in the back again? Just for a little while?”

He didn’t answer. He just pushed the office door open with one hand and motioned you inside with the other. And just like that, you disappeared into the quiet again.

This time, with someone waiting on the other side.

You didn’t talk at first.

The office looked exactly the same all cramped, dusty, and warm. You sat cross-legged in the worn leather chair again, sweatshirt sleeves pulled over your fingers, watching the heater hum. Bucky sat across from you, back in his usual spot, a book open but unread on his lap.

The silence wasn’t awkward. It was familiar now.

You didn’t need to perform here. Didn’t need to smile too widely, or filter your words, or pretend that your hands didn’t shake when your phone buzzed too many times in a row. You could just… exist.

Still, there was something new today. A weight in the air, the unspoken thing between you now that he knew.

Your name, your job, the swirling mess that followed you like a shadow.

You glanced over at him. “So.”

He looked up from his book. “So.”

“Not gonna ask about the scandal? Or my ex? Or if I really threw a drink at a director?”

Bucky raised a brow. “Did you?”

You blinked. “No.”

“Then I don’t care.”

That made you smile. “You really don’t, do you?”

“Nope.”

You leaned back against the chair, closing your eyes for a moment. The rain had started again outside, gentler this time. Almost soothing.

“I think I forgot how to just be a person,” You murmured after a beat. “Everything’s curated. Online, in interviews, even my voice. I hear myself and don’t recognize it sometimes.”

You opened your eyes and found him watching you. Not judging, simply listening.

“I used to be… real,” You said softly. “Now I feel like an idea someone else owns.”

Bucky was quiet for a while.

Then he set the book aside and leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “You’re real now.”

You frowned slightly. “How do you know?”

He looked at you; eyes steady, low voice like gravel smoothed by time. “Because you’re not trying.”

And there it was. Not a compliment. Not flattery. Just a quiet truth spoken plainly.

You swallowed past the tightness in your throat and looked down at your lap, twisting the end of your sleeve between your fingers. “I don’t know why I came back.”

“Sure you do,” He said.

You looked up.

He held your gaze, calm and unwavering. “People only run toward something when they’re tired of running away.”

You didn’t realize how close to crying you were until you weren’t until something in your chest loosened at those words. Not pity or advice, more like understanding.

Your throat felt tight. “I’m not used to people seeing me.”

He stood after a moment and moved toward the back shelf. You thought he was grabbing a book, maybe trying to change the subject, but instead he pulled down a small first aid tin and set it between you.

Then: “Your wrist.”

You blinked. “What?”

He motioned gently. “You’ve been rubbing it since you came in. Tight cuff?”

You hesitated, then tugged your sleeve back slightly. The faint red marks were still there. You’d worn a stiff and tight bracelet during your last shoot. The stylist said it looked elegant even though it left a bruise.

Bucky didn’t say anything. Just opened the tin, took out a small balm, handing it to you.

He didn’t try to apply it. Didn’t make a joke. Just gave it to you, like someone who knew what it meant to be careful with another person’s pain.

Your fingers closed around it.

“…You’re not like anyone I’ve met,” You said, voice barely above a whisper.

Bucky sat back down, book back in his lap. “You probably say that to all the bookstore guys.”

You huffed a laugh, still holding the balm. “No, I don’t.”

He didn’t smile yet, but his eyes softened.

You twisted the lid open and applied a small dab to your wrist, eyes cast downward, feeling his presence more. The sting dulled under your touch, and slowly, so did the anxious edge of the day.

When you looked up again, Bucky was watching, but not in the way others did. Not with hunger or expectation, he was… seeing you as you were.

“You don’t ask for much,” You murmured, half a question and half a thought.

He shrugged. “Don’t need much.”

You smiled, soft and a little sad. “I think I do. Or maybe I just… never let myself want anything quiet.”

He tilted his head. “You want quiet now?”

You thought for a moment. Rain tapped gently at the windows outside, the heater was running, and a man who’d once been a weapon now sat reading a book while you unlearned how to flinch.

“Yes,” You admitted. “I think I do.”

You stood slowly, putting the balm back onto a table.

“I should go,” You said, voice hesitant, almost not wanting to break the spell.

Bucky stood too, nodding once. He didn’t rush to the door, didn’t try to keep you or push you out. He just walked beside you, silent, and calm.

At the front of the shop, you paused by the door, hand resting on the knob.

“Will you be here tomorrow?” You asked quietly.

He met your gaze.

“Yeah,” He said. “I’m always here.”

And that was enough.

You stepped back into the world, but this time, it didn’t feel like it swallowed you. Because now, you knew where to go when you needed to be seen without being looked at.

And somewhere behind a tiny door on a rainy street, someone would be waiting. Not for your name. Not for your story.

Just for you.

[simpson12]

Mr. Sturniolo ¹

pairing: boss!matt x assistant!reader

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warnings: some swearing, mention of nudity and sex, use of y/n, mentions of child abuse, mentions of past trauma, a small (i think) age gap—he's 31 and she's 25—and some kissing

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a/n: hello! this is my first fic, so please bear with me if this is a bit cringey to you🙏 this is the first part of a series. when the second part comes out, i will edit this one and put the link for part 2, part 3, etc. anyway, i hope you enjoy, my loves 💌

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divider creds: @bernardsbendystraws

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all work and credits goes to me. any form of copyright will be reported. thank you! —khadijah 💌

You sat in the chair, fumbling with the hem of your dress. Matt Sturniolo. Boss, and CEO, of Sturniolo Estate, a real estate company. He was hiring people to be his assistant.

Matt walked in, his gaze sharp as he focused on you. "Y/N Y/L/N, I presume?" he asked, his tone cold and sharp.

You nodded. Fuck. Suit. Tie. Watch. And rings. Oh my God, your breath left your soul.

"Shall we get started?" Matt sat down, going through papers.

~

You got the job. You were in the elevator and the doors started closing when Matt came in, too. His eyes raked your body. You were wearing a sleek black dress with a little leg showing, white heels, and a necklace. You fumbled with your engagement ring, and Matt's gaze fell to your hand. You could've sworn you saw his eyes darken.

"Engaged?" he asked.

"Yeah," you said, smiling warmly.

Matt smiled forcefully and nodded.

When you guys got to your floor, he said, "Ladies first." He held the elevator doors open for you. You walked to his office and saw a bunch of people there.

Matt came behind you, his breath fanning over your ear. "I forgot to tell you. There's a board meeting today." He patted your arm twice comfortingly before heading in.

What the fuck. You walked in the meeting, taking a seat beside Matt.

Matt handed you some papers, then fumbled through his own.

"What am I supposed to do with this?" you whispered.

"Make yourself look busy." Matt looked at the projector screen, listening to everyone's pitches. You rolled your eyes.

"That's not much of an explanation," you snarled.

"There is no explanation."

You scoffed, but paid attention to the meeting for a good while...until your phone rang. Shit. Your phone buzzed instantly and you looked at who it was. Damian. Your fiancé's number rang in your face. You declined the call.

"Sorry. Continue." You smiled nervously.

When work was over, you dismissed yourself and went to the lobby, where Damien was waiting for you.

"Hey babe." Damian smiled, and pecked your lips.

"Hi," you breathed. Someone bumped into you, and when you looked up, it was Matt. He didn't apologize or anything.

"You know, saying 'sorry' could do you so much in life," you snapped at him.

"Sorry," Matt muttered, but you could tell he didn't mean it. His eyes narrowed on Damian. "This your fiancé?"

Damian outstretched his hand. "Damian Curtis. Nice to meet you, sir."

Matt glared at him, yet shook his hand. "Yeah, hi."

"Damian, let's go," you said, tugging on Damian's arm. "It was nice talking to you, Mr. Sturniolo, but we'd better get going. Have a nice evening."

~

When you got home, Damian laughed. "Was that your boss or something?"

"Yeah," you muttered.

Damian pecked your cheek. "Anyway, wanna eat out today? I didn't make anything, and it's 7:30."

"Where would we go?" you asked, taking off your dress and accessories. You put on a sweater and jeans. You undid your bun, combed the silky tresses, then tying it into a ponytail.

"I don't know, just a restaurant."

"There's a new Italian place downtown." You sat on Damian's lap, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"Sounds like a plan. Let's go." He kissed you once before picking you up and bringing you to the front door. "Put on your shoes and meet me outside. I'm going to be in the car."

You nodded then put on your shoes. A sense of dread filled you and you ran to the kitchen. You grabbed a pill, and downed it with water.

After that, you headed to the car with a smile on your face. "Let's go."

~

When you got to 'Amore dall'Italia', you placed your orders and sat down at a table for two. Just then, Matt walked in, suit and everything.

Your throat felt lodged again. You grabbed your water and drank it, and what was supposed to be a skip ended up being the whole glass. Damian noticed this and pointed it out. "You feeling okay?" he asked.

"Yeah. I'm fine." Matt turned around when he heard your voice, and your eyes locked.

His blue eyes pierced into yours, and you could've sworn you saw his Adam's apple bob.

To avoid Matt, when you got your order, you ate as fast as you could and headed home.

Damian's body collapsed on top of yours as he trailed kisses down your neck. "Fuck, you're perfect."

Suddenly, your clothes were off and he was pushing into, groaning from perfection. You moaned shamelessly, your nails digging into his back.

Soon, Damian needed to come. He knew the rule: pull out and then come. You couldn't risk getting pregnant.

"Please, baby," Damian whispered, his voice hoarse. "Let me come inside, please. Want to fill you up with my kids."

"No, Damian," you moaned as pulled out and slowly pushed back in. "You know the rule..."

"I know, but please, baby. I'm begging you."

"Damian—"

"Baby, please."

"Damian—"

"Y/N, fuck I'm so close. Please. Just let me—"

"I'm on birth control, Damian!" you finally snapped, your eyes going wide as you realized what you had just confessed.

"What?" Damian asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "Baby, you know I've wanted kids for so long. Wh-What— Why would you do this?"

Your eyes filled with tears as you saw his sadness and hurt and betrayal. "I never wanted kids. You never listened."

"But why? Why don't you want kids?"

"My parents never got along, Damian. We were barely acknowledged. I don't want to do that to my kids if we had any." Tears spilled down your cheeks at the sight of Damian's anger.

"You're joking. You're fucking with me, right? You don't want kids because of your past?"

"Damian, you know how much my past hurts me," you sobbed.

"Y/N, I really can't right now. I'm heading to bed." Your heart broke at his brief dismissal, but you nodded.

~

When you woke up that morning, Damian wasn't there. Tears filled your eyes as you swiped at your eyes, groaning. You had work today and you couldn't be late. Not again.

When you arrived at work, you brushed past Matt and sat at your desk, burying your face in your hands.

Matt approached you and put his hands on your desk, leaning forward. "You okay?"

You looked up, sniffling and wiping your eyes. "Yeah, I'm fine."

"You don't look fine." Matt's tone left no room for arguing.

"I had a rough night, that's all."

"Fiancé?" he asked.

"Wha— How'd you know?" You stood up, facing him, yet you still had to look up.

"I just sensed it." A long pause stretched out between the two of you before Matt said, "You sure you'll be okay?"

You smiled. You didn't really have a choice, did you? You had to be fine. "Yeah, I'm sure."

"Okay, good. I don't want to see you slacking. It'll look bad for my reputation." What. A. Dick.

~

When you got home that night, all of Damian's things were gone. You sobbed harder than you ever had that night, wondering if you ruined everything.

You hated him. Oh my God, you hated him. Matt was always around. Always fucking around. He wouldn't leave you alone.

"Need anything else?" he asked, right after bringing you a coffee and croissant.

"No, I'm fine." You forced yet another smile, maybe your 5th, 6th, of the day?

He sat beside you. Great.

"You're sure you're okay?" he questioned.

"Yes."

"You know, Y/N," Matt said, chuckling softly to himself. "You're one of the strongest people I've ever met. I know you're going to get through this."

And as you headed home that night, his words kept playing in your head, and you began to wonder if that was true.

💌 :: anyway pookies this story is finally done 😝 i hope you liked it and part two is coming out soon!

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[despairs-memorial]

“Saihara-chan!” Kokichi rocks on his heels with his hands linked behind his head, an innocent, wide grin plastered on his face. On instinct, he tilts his head to the side, eyeing up the detective from where he stood. “You promised me we'd hang out―don't tell me you forgot!”

( ooc: hiya!! i hope it's okay to just shoot something your way & no pressure to respond asap or at all―let me know if you'd want something else/directed at a different muse! i saw shuichi and kokichi decided to point and yell it's very nice to meet you!!! )

Normally that kind of grin would make him rather at ease with someone, but after attending Hope's Peak with the supreme leader for this much time, he had learned to not entirely trust it. "Ouma-kun, did something happen?" He wondered what exactly this was going to lead to before trying to remember if he actually did promise something like that. He couldn't really recall, but Shuichi thinks that he could have agreed to something like this if Kokichi was being particularly persistent and he just wanted it to stop. "I see... I don't really mind since I have nothing to do today, but... when exactly did I promise that?"

[g1ngerbeer]

what kind of sauce are they putting in the link click audio drama. HELLO? THE LITERAL LAST SCENE OF THE LAST EPISODE?

程小时: 说起来，我们第一次见面，也是在篮球场吧。 陆光: 是啊。 程小时: 你我本无缘，全靠一颗球。 陆光: 我就不该答应你比那场。

cheng xiaoshi: speaking of which, the first time we met was also on a basketball court, wasn't it? lu guang: it was. cheng xiaoshi: (half-jokingly) you and i weren't meant to be [lit. "originally have no fate"?]. this is all because of one basketball. lu guang: i really shouldn't have agreed to play that match.

(the important bits are from google translate because i am bad at mandarin. also i did transcribe this off just the audio + i don't have access to captions or know where to find official transcripts. so i hope i got this right 🙏)

[self-indulgent-paw-patrol]

I WENT TO MY FURRY GROUP MEET TODAY AND ACQUIRED MY FIRST EVER PAW PATROL MERCH I'M SO HAPPY THE TRUCK IS BIGGER THAN I EXPECTED IT TO BE AND PRETTY WELL DETAILED IT WAS SO WORTH IT

They didn't have Zuma nor Marshall... I was planning to buy one now and the other two on my next pay. Guess I'll still buy the other two later, but online, as they don't have them here at this mall. Maybe I could check the other malls in the city but aaaaaaa I'm lazy MAYBE, WE'LL SEE

[agirlwithmagicpals]

*Gives a massive basket full of pineberries and a bouqet of crystal roses* wrlcome to the hellsite!

*Accepts your basket and bouquet with an enthusiastic smile 😊* Thank you! Although I’ve already been here for a while now but that’s quite alright 👍

[fairyhaos]

yeah i would think minghao as your bias cause of the user BUT you do give joshushu vibes i don’t know how to explain it… i think its the derangedness we all have in our blood /j

(also we haven’t talked before but i really like your blog and think you’re cool :D i love meeting joshushus cause they bring out the joshushu in me that’s overshadowed by the cutie g despite not knowing many cutie gs in the first place 😭)

the joshushushu derangedness is something that you just have to be born with yk. it's a special skill that nobody else can have ☝

[clockworksheep2]

i am happy! but somebody is so very not!! and it is very confusing!!!

[covetcore]

@evol-my-heart-to-the-core sent:

(No one is safe. Also hi. Nice to meet you)

“Hey Luke. Kieran.” Amaryllis slides up to the both of them. She was definitely up to something. “You know the…Lumiere plushies you dear ole boss has right? I was thinking…if he knows who Lumiere is…you two probably do too, right?” She smiled brightly at them both, the most innocent smile had.

“Would you two be so kind to share that with me?”

The younger twin already knew where this was going before the question even left the hunter's lips. Kieran also knew he had about .05 seconds before his brother started revealing the information. If Lumiere wasn't ruining auctions for the boss, he was being waved around in plushie form right before their very eyes. Kieran was sick of seeing this guy everywhere. Luke's face lit up at sight of the plushie & excitement unfortunately hidden behind his mask. Luke was fooled by Amaryllis's innocent demeanor, but Kieran knew better.

❝ OH BOY, do we kn-- ❞ In true bean spilling nature, Luke was all but ready to talk. However, a gloved hand was slapped over the older twin's mouth just as quickly as it was opened. Kieran rolled his eyes from behind his own mask as he stared back at Amaryllis. ❝ Not you too. What's the catch with this guy? Anyway, we don't know nothing about him. ❞ A lie easily said as Luke was wiggling beneath his gloved constraint. ❝ Theoretically, though... if we did know something, what's in it for us? ❞

[waterfallofspace]

J/JK SEASON 2 S/HIBUYA TRAILERRRRR DAHUSJOIKJLAKSFJGNLNGADKLDJGSLGMN (spoilers in tags)