#[ what is this? idk IM SORRY RIA ]

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yooooo. queer-ie: i love your work and would die for it (this is the queer part) and i just know there’s gotta be scenes that have been deleted. could you possibly tell us about some of those (this is the -ie part)? no pressure tho!! i’ll be hopelessly devoted to you either way.

eyyyyyy-o.

sorry Ive sat on this ask for a while but it tuurns I doooooo have like 4k of of outtakes from RIA & ITF lol.

so here are a few, i’m not sure if this is what you wanted from this ask lol im doing my best. (also none of these are edited or proof read and im sorry about mistakes and grammar and tense and all that other jaz because these were seriously like - ‘i don’t know if im going to trash this orrrrr…..’ then it never made it in & might not even be applicable to the current story.)

im such a good author I know so many details ummmm here is an insert from some point in RIA (I think this was going to be a POV from Hakoda and his men talking and I decided it was a waste of word count. sorry hakoda)

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“I say we kill him.”

“Don’t you think that is a little… <i>extreme</i> Gilak?”

“Not as extreme as the <i>son</i> of the Fire Lord living and breathing in our camp!”

Hakoda felt the specific vein in his forehead thumping against his wrinkled skin that was trying its best to keep it contained. He could feel a headache coming forward the longer they discussed what to do about the situation that Sokka brought to his attention… and so far, they had not one tangible idea.

“Gilak, I have already told you, we can not kill him.”

“I know sir, your son is buddies with him, and we can’t upset Sokka.”

Hakoda shot the larger man a stern look, and he quickly retracted his words.

“I know why we can’t kill him. I just think it would be the simplest solution in this situation.”

Bato jumped to Hakoda’s defense, like he always did.

“This is not a simple situation, so it will not have a simple solution. I think we should speak to Morrak and see what he learned about the boy before we make any decisions. If we kill the Prince of the Fire Nation while he is severely injured and being non threatening we will look like the savages the rest of the world calls us. We have to handle this delicately, like Hakoda said, Sokka trusted us enough to tell us who he is when he could have easily lied. Which means we need to respect that trust and handle it delicately.”

Hakoda cleared his throat, earning the attention from both his men.

“So it is decided. I will talk to Morrak and once I get more information, I will meet back with you both and we can discuss our options at that point.”

“Yes sir.”

“Yes Chief.”

Hakoda was happy when they left his tent, freeing up the stifled air that seemed to stop moving the moment the conversation began. Hakoda felt an intense guilt building from betraying his son’s trust and sharing his friend's identity with the other men… Haoda knew it was the wisest decision for him to make as the Chief of the Southern Water Tribe, but it wasn’t helping him be the best dad to his son… Something he was still struggling with every passing moment.

Even now… Hakoda left his son alone in the healer’s tent with the boy he just recently discovered was the Prince of the Fire Nation… A boy bred into fire and violence. Sokka seemed to trust him, which gave Hakoda a tiny bit of hope that maybe there was something good in this boy… But that tiny feeling was smothered by the rest of the overwhelming amount of mistrust and worry he had when he looked at the golden eyed boy who glared at him from the moment he opened his eyes.

Hakoda rubbed his forehead, digging his thumb into his temple in an attempt to push back the stress vein. He needed to speak to Morrak, and after that… He would make a decision on what was the best next step he could make. He needed to protect his tribe and his son, that was his main concern right now… and right now… Sokka was tied to this fire bender in a way that made Hakoda nervous.

Turning towards the entrance of his tent, Hakoda decided not to overthink this situation a minute longer and go find Morrak so they could talk…

Each time Hakoda thought about all the things he didn’t know, or wasn’t understanding, he felt the weight of his decision growing heavier and heavier. If Hakoda didn’t figure out what to do soon, he was going to be crushed and then Sokka would be on his own…

Hakoda couldn’t fail his son again, he had to make the right decision

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Ok so this one is right before Zuko gave himself up in RIA. I don’t remember how the final scene went down but we all know how it ended :) <3

Psst… Dad.”

Hakoda frowned in his sleep, caught in the middle of a dream and the reality that awaited him on the other side.

“Dad… Wake up.”

Hakoda opened his eyes and saw Sokka staring down at him.

“Son? What are you doing in my tent in the middle of the night? Are you ok?”

Hakoda sat up and rubbed his eyes, trying to see through the darkness he was startled when a tiny flame broke through the void and gave clarity to the room.

Zuko was standing behind Sokka who was kneeling next to Hakoda’s bed, and the Water Tribe man felt a mixture of conflicted feelings. He was instantly happy that Zuko had come back for Sokka, but the dred that followed swallowed any joy he had…. Zuko couldn’t be here. If Quon found him… They would all be in trouble.

“I’m fine… Zuko came back. He… We… Ummm… We are leaving.”

Hakoda thought he would be devastated the day his son told him he was leaving again, so sure that his world would bottom out and Hakoda would feel like he was falling into despair. But when he looked at Sokka, and he thought back to the talk they had about his feelings for the fire bender, Hakoda knew that there was nothing he could say to change his son’s decision.

Just like Hakoda had allowed Katara to leave, he had to do the same with Sokka. His children didn’t belong to him anymore, they were grown and they were bonded to people who they were loyal to… And Hakoda was proud of them. It was a monumental thing to find someone you loved, and staying loyal to them was what kept that relationship strong…. Even if Hakoda didn’t love the idea of Sokka choosing a fire bending boy, he wouldn’t stop him from being loyal to his love.

“I understand, son. Allow me to put on my pants and I will help you two escape.”

Zuko spoke up, “I don’t think that will be necessary. The uhh… The helping us… Not the uhh… The pants.”

Hakoda smirked and Sokka smacked his own forehead. No wonder the boy refrained from using words.

“I would like to make sure you two make it out ok. Is that a problem?”

Zuko seemed to dislike the idea, but Sokka gave him a pleading look that had a splash of assertiveness, which seemed to be their typical dynamic. Now that Hakoda was aware of the romantic nature between the boys it was easier to disfer their interactions.

Hakoda slipped on his pants and slid on his boots, making sure he secured his hunting knife inside. He couldn’t grab any other weapons just in case they were caught, Hakoda couldn’t risk looking like he was prepared for a fight. If they were caught, they would need to make sure that whatever words made up their excuse were good enough to fool whoever found them.

As long as it wasn’t Quon, they might have a chance

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RIP Shen, I never realized how fucking funny you and Zuko were until you died. I think this was when they were all sharing intel idk… but Zukos an asshole and I love it. (he and Sokka were sooooo hostile during the SWT arc)

“Nothing… Just…. Fucking drop it. How about Zuko and I switch seats and I will come over and help you with the Fire Nation cruiser information. Bato and Zuko can, I don’t know… Play their tile game or whatever.”

“Fine with me. I fucking love games.” Zuko mumbled as he stood up.

Shen watched with wide eyes, not saying a word, and Hakoda could honestly say he had no words to add to the tension either.

“Good!” Sokka stood up as well and made sure to bump his friend’s shoulder as they switched seats. The fire bender glanced back and Hakoda wondered if he was going to shove Sokka in the back but he didn’t reciprocate the hostile gesture and instead he flopped down next to Bato and crossed his arms with his brow narrowed deep into the center of his face.

Shen leaned back when Sokka came to sit down next to him, and Sokka glanced over at him and scoffed.

“Don’t be dramatic. Let’s just get this thing fucking over with so we can be done here.”

“Whatever you say.” Shen replied as Sokka aggressively organized the parchment and prepared to draw out Shen’s cruiser.

Hakoda watched as Sokka’s anger melted when Shen began to explain what it was like being a soldier stationed on Fire Nation cruiser. He told them about -

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TA DAAAAAA idk if this is what you wanted…. but here it is. I don’t have anything from the first book, and only a bit from ITF but I do have more RIA. I rambled a lot in the second book ha but yeah idk what else to say! Thanks for the ask.

[chososdiscordkitten]

Obsessive!Choso♡ pt 11

pt 10 here

Content: direct cont of last chap, reader wears heels, implied reader has boobies O-O, soooo much hand holding it should be considered lewd, 2 pics to help see what I picture (underlined text), date hehe, reader wouldn't mind if Choso kidnapped them 0-0, they play battle ship, jokingly implied Choso is an escort(?), reader is kinda mean, reassurance, idk just my usual bs??? just reader nd Choso being cute man what else can I say. Word Count: 11.9k (wtf, im sorry)

(a.n) this was so long, I know, pls excuse any mistakes- I underestimated how hard it was to edit something longer than 5k words. ALSO???? take this as a celebration of me hitting 1k followers!! yayyy

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After you left his apartment, Choso’s mind blared with the possibility of you being kidnapped- only to find solace in the small red dot blinking on his phone. Cautious eyes watching as he expected it to move- but no. It stayed still at a restaurant right outside of campus. Choso wanted to desperately leave behind those incessant urges to follow you- to make sure you were safe. 

Knowing that his day of reckoning would come. Choso knew that if he kept following you- the day would come when you’d see him. And he wanted to trust you now that things were starting to advance. 

There was nothing he wanted more than to trust you, to trust that you could take care of yourself- 

But everytime he’d try to ignore the blaring ‘warning’ signs in his mind. He’d remember every time he watched you walk home without caution, every horror story he read of people getting kidnapped and trafficked- and on the occasions where Choso couldn't shake off the invading thoughts, your voice would haunt his mind.

Overwhelming his brain as he tried to focus on what you were saying- your whispering voice making his brain pound in his skull as he watched that blinking dot.

Choso had to call you- if he couldn't run out of his apartment and find you- the least he could do was call you. Feeling like one of your clingy ‘friends’ as the phone rang, his pointer finger picking at the side of his thumb as he closed his eyes. All but praying for you to answer, opening his eyes as he heard the receiver being picked up, 

“I was just thinking about you-” he spoke, hearing your angelic laugh ring through his ears. ‘I left like 20 minutes ago.’ you teased, “I know-” he mumbled “What're you doing?” he continued, not in the mood to dance around what he wanted to hear, ‘uh- I'm at..lunch with a friend.’ you hesitated. –

‘What're you doing, Choso?’ you asked, confused as to where this was going. Choso let out a half laugh from his chest. “M’sitting in the dark thinking about you.” he professed, pressing his hand to his forehead and hearing you laugh at the serious tone he took. ‘Sounds healthy.’ you joked back with a playful tone, closing his eyes and thinking. Your tone was kind- speaking sweetly as you normally did. But. You hesitated.

The same way you hesitate whenever you refer to him as your friend. 

“M’sorry. I just wanted to hear your voice.” he sniffled, “Tell your friend I say hi.” hearing your smile when you replied a quick ‘Okay.’ at his request. 

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The conversation of the date was a rough one. Sitting in his apartment as you played chess. The timing was horrible- sure. The econd week of February left an unavoidable holiday sitting in front of you. “We can wait...till after if you want.” he offered a solution as he moved a pawn. 

“It's not so much the day for me.” you admitted, scanning the wooden chest pieces on your side of the checkerboard. “If you want- we can wait till after.” rephrasing his words as you watched his eyebrows furrow, “S’the same for me.” mentally chanting ‘pleasepleasepleaseplease’ as you pondered. 

And with those words- the date was set for Valentines day. Which made Choso believe there really was a god from how well this turned out. And you're thinking of moving out from that house full of idiots- and into the small apartment complex as his neighbor.

For the first time in Choso’s life he felt like life dealt him a good hand.

When it came to actually thinking about what to do- he didn't want to ask you. Knowing you were indecisive on what you were eating for lunch that day- so he didn't want to plague you with planning a date he owed you. Checking his bank account and barely seeing enough for a stack of pancakes in the town diner. 

Choso contemplated it. He thought about it over and over again, weighing the pros and cons in his mind before going into his closet and reaching into a pair of boots that were 3 sizes too small for him. Finding the thinning wad of cash he was looking for. The so-called ‘rainy day fund’ thinned every time he ran out of money for the month.

But this was worth it, you, were worth it. So he pulled the rubber band from the roll of cash, slowly counting the bills in his hands to be sure he didn't miss count. 

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The next time you saw Choso you asked him what his plan was- “Just be ready by 7.” he smiled to himself, already picturing you on that day. 

Furrowing your eyebrows before speaking, “Well-” you scoffed “what are we doing?”

“It's a surprise.” he grinned, looking down at the stupid game you called ‘Candy Land’ 

You sighed dramatically, “Choso, I hate surprises.” as you stared at the little pieces of plastic on the colorful board. “Atleast tell me what to wear.” you insisted, seeing his lips flash a pearly smile to you. 

“Wear whatever you want- I’m sure you’ll look great.” he scoffed, holding the little piece of plastic between his fingers, making it hop as he counted the squares. 

“Well if you're taking me to a nice restaurant and I'm wearing a t-shirt nd jeans- not gonna be very fun. Or if you're taking me to a horse race-” Choso laughed at your assumptions, “And I open the door in a dress and heels? Then what?” you threw the possibilities at him as he smiled at your nervousness. 

“It's a first date- I wanna make a good impression.” You mused, earning a half laugh from his chest. “C’mon-” you batted your eyelashes at him, trying to convince him to tell you what he was planning.

Nodding his head at your coercion that was working better than you thought, “You're terrible.” he whispered, making your pouting grin turn into a toothy smile. “Wear something nice-” he avoided your eyes, moving the character on the squares again as you listened carefully, “Bring a coat- weather app says it's gonna be cold.” He instructed.

“Do I eat beforehand?” you grinned, seeing his jaw clench at your question, “Hmm- No.” you smiled at how a few pleads convinced him to tell you. 

“How nice should I dress then?” pressing the issue with a winning smile on your face as you moved your plastic character, pleased at how easily he was to convince. “Atleast tell me that.” Choso looked at you and pondered the question, before nodding his head ‘no’. Knowing he's already said too much. 

You pouted playfully at his denial, “Just a hint- just oneee.” seeing his eyes look over your face, “I’ll even settle for one word.” he thought of a word to use, staring at you as he skimmed through words in his mind. 

“Wear something- striking.” he squinted as he settled on the word.

With raised eyebrows you started, “Striking huh?” in a teasing tone the choice of word he used, “Must be some first date to wear something striking.” your borderline bullying caused Choso to regret his choice of telling you anything. 

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On the 13th of february, just one day before your date- Choso facetimed his baby brother Yuuji, knowing out of all 9, he was probably the best one to call about this delicate topic. 

“What about this?” he holding a black knit sweater to his chest while looking at the screen, Yuuji let out a snicker- ‘If you like it-’ his tone was snide- almost mockingly as Choso tossed the knit onto his bed, staring at the pile of clothing that he had gone through. 

Showing him a band t-shirt from one of his drawers and hearing Yuuji let out a small laugh before he tossed the t-shirt on his already messy bed. “You're no help.” 

‘M’not here to helppp-’ Yuuji droned on, “That's precisely why I called you, Yuuji.” Choso retorted in a stern tone, not enjoying the game his brother was trying to play, slipping on a black dress shirt and doing up the tiny buttons.

‘Didn't you wear that to your graduation?’ he heard from the phone with a half laugh forming in his brother's words. “Can you tell?” straightening his back and seeing the fabric flex against his chest and shoulders, ‘Looks a lil tight buddy.’ Yuuji held back a laugh, being able to see the buttons strain and form small openings down his chest.

With an exasperated sigh he looked back to the mess on his bed, “I don't know what to wear.”

‘The dark navy button down you wore to parent teacher conferences and black slacks.’ Yuuji spat quickly, ‘Hey when am I gonna meet this person?’ Smiling as he changed the topic, “When you stop being so nosy.” Choso muttered, looting through his closet and finding the button up Yuuji was talking about. 

Unbuttoning the taut buttons and slipping off the small shirt. Tossing it onto the pile of discarded options before slipping on the better fitting dress shirt, doing up the small buttons and looking in the mirror, ‘I'm not nosy-’ Yuuji laughed, ‘Excuse me for trying to find out who’s involved in my big brothers life-’ enunciating the words. Attempting to make Choso feel bad for scolding him. 

“If you ever come out here- I'll introduce them to you.” he looked at the top two buttons that were undone, trying to decide whether or not to do them.

‘I'm on the next flight out.’ Yuuji quipped, making Choso scoff.

 “No Yuuji. Go to school.” Choso demanded, knowing he was skipping more than a handful of classes. ‘One day I’ll fly out there and you won't be able to say no to me till I’m standin’ at your door.’ Yuuji threatened, Choso offered only a sarcastic ‘haha’ in response.

‘How you got a date before I got a girlfriend is still insane to me.’  he pressed, “Why’s that Yuuji?” rolling up the sleeves of the dress shirt as he looked in the mirror. 

Yuuji laughed- knowing just what to do to annoy his older brother, ‘Cause you're so… weird.’ Yuuji struggled to say the words through a bully-like smile, “For your information- brother of the year,” Choso snapped playfully, which surprised Yuuji since Choso was never the type to banter- not because he didn't want to. But his quips would always come out in stutters, never being able to come up with smart replies fast enough. 

Choso smiled as he recalled your slurred words,“They like that I'm ‘strange’.” Yuuji chirped from the phone, ‘They tell you that?’ with a sarcastic tone. 

Looking at Yuuji with a cocky smile, “They did.” earning for his baby brother to raise his eyebrows in feigned shock, ‘The world is so backwards.’ he scoffed before asking more questions about you. 

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Choso wanted to make tonight special, he wanted to make this the last first date you ever went on. 

So as he looked at himself in the mirror, putting on his many rings and muttering words of encouragement to himself, hands shaking as he rolled up the sleeves of his dark navy blue dress shirt. Trying not to nitpick any detail that he didn't like about the reflection staring back at him- whispering that even if he was ‘strange and off putting’ you still liked him. 

Side eyeing the clear bowl shaped vase that held three white lilies, Choso felt nerves eating away at him as his eyes flashed down to his phone that lit up with a message from you. 

‘lmk when ur outside :)’ your message read. If only you knew Choso’s stomach was in knots. A specific kind of anxiety he had never felt before, it almost felt like how your stomach churned while in line for a scary rollercoaster for the first time. 

He quickly typed, ‘im omw now’ with trembling thumbs.

So as he put on the torn up carhartt jacket he relied on whenever it was cold, he straightened his back as he held the clear vase in his hand- Choso hesitated to turn the doorknob of his apartment. Thinking on if this was a good idea- a million doubts racing in his mind. 

But he only needed one thought to pull him from his doubts. All he needed was to remember you to open the door. 

The walk across the lively campus full of people carrying bouquets of red roses and overcompensating stuffed animals made him think that maybe the three lilies were not enough- Till the realization that he was actually taking you out on Valentine's day hit, which only made him even more nervous, the pondering thoughts of ‘am I making a fool of myself?’ making him overheat in the heavy jacket. Choso must've taken it off and put it back on 2 or 3 times before he reached your neighborhood. 

Standing on your rundown porch, thinking about ringing the doorbell. Those doubts daring to creep back into his mind, but his hesitant finger pressed the button anyway. Holding the bowl in both hands as he heard muffled shouts through the heavy wood door. He watched the brass handle turn before the door cracked open- his eyes being granted the honor of seeing you. 

‘Breathtaking’ was the word his mind formulated once he felt air fill his lungs again. 

Choso swore that every single time he looked at you, it felt like the first time. But this time- this, took the cake. This would be the mental image he’d remember every time he thought of you. The nerves and unease he felt in his chest melted away when he saw the warmth of your smile.

His eyes blinked quickly- almost in disbelief as he looked at you, so love drunk it hurt his chest a little. 

And you, bent to the side and fiddling with the tiny buckle of your heel. To Choso it felt like you came straight out of his teenage dreams as you looked at him.

Smiling as you uttered the word that was stuck in his throat, with a hurried smile you spoke, “Heyy-” before placing your foot back onto the ground as you stepped back with a quiet gasp, looking at the bowl in his hands. “Come in!” you urged sweetly, seeing his eyes scan your frame, darting to your living room that was full of your gawking roommates and their friends. ‘An anti-valentines day movie night’ you called it.

“Thought I told you to tell me you were outside-” you grinned, standing at the entryway of the house. ‘God, you are haunting.’ You looked at him expectantly, waiting for him to reply. Unknowing your roommates were ignoring the movie on the living room tv. Furrowing your eyebrows as you looked at the round vase in his hands.

“T-these are for you.” He muttered, his heart racing at an abominable speed by seeing you grin kindly before your smile fell.

It turned into a grimace, “I have something for you too-” looking back up at the stairs you practically fell down when the doorbell rang. Turning back around to face him. Taking the bowl from his extended hands with a prolonged touch, “They're lovely. Thank you.” you smiled, “Stay right here- I'll be right back.” You hushed, turning around and dashing up the stairs. 

Choso stood at the doorway, almost mournful knowing the sight of you that greeted him would only exist in his memory now. Fiddling with his rings as he felt the people's eyes burn through him. Unintelligible whispers from the prying gazes. Gulping as he heard your bedroom door slam shut, urging footsteps on the ground as you hurried down the stairs. Both hands held behind your back as you hid his present. 

A silly smile on your lips as you looked at him, the thin heel of your shoes clacking on the tile as you stood before him, reaching your arm around as you a box with a small bow on top. Raising his eyebrows and looking at the box holding a pair of white glass plates inside. “Plates?” he smiled defeated at the present as you tried to suppress a small laugh. 

Your shoulders moved in a silent laugh as you watched his eyes flash back up to you, “Yes. Plates.” seeing him exhale through his nose, amused at what a coincidence it was that you bought him them.

“Thank you.” He mumbled softly, already being able to picture using them.

Choso held the box in one hand, looking at you with adoring eyes, you cleared your throat, “Striking enough?” you sneered proudfully. He practically choked on air at your question. 

He took a second to look at you, trying to find the correct thing to say, “You look beautiful.” he breathed softly, words that came straight from his heart. Mentally he was shouting any word he thought of when he looked at you. Words that are not to be said on a ‘first date’, confessions of yearning love and descriptive words of how he felt about you. 

‘Captivating.’ Choso thought as he admired your features that were accentuated by the warm lighting, almost casting a glow on your skin.

You felt the warmth in your cheeks trail to the tip of your nose at the compliment. ‘Thank y-’ you mouthed silently, being interrupted by a loud over exaggerated cough coming from the living room. 

Squinting your eyes as you turned around to face the source, “When did you say you'd be home?” one of your roommates spouted from the couch.

“I didn't.” You spoke with a raised tone laced with irritation, scoffing before walking into the living room. Focused on your coat that was draped on the edge of the couch.

Their eyes looked up at you as though you owed them something, “Where's he taking you?” desperate to keep you home.

You raised your eyebrows before you spoke, “No idea.”, reaching your hands into the pockets of your coat to be sure you had what you needed. 

Picking it up from the couch before turning around and speed walking back to Choso, looking at him with an urgent look on your face. “Let's go.” you whispered as you reached for the doorknob, “It's not safe to go to an undisclosed location with a stranger-!” your roommate shouted as you stepped through the doorway. Sighing as you pulled the door behind you. 

“Sorry about that.” you breathed, inhaling the cold air as you scanned the cloudy overcast with squinted eyes and creased eyebrows.

Choso inhaled sharply before he spoke, “Was that-”

“Yes, that was my den mother.” with a scoff, Choso parted his lips in a silent wince as you slipped your coat onto your exposed shoulders. Reaching a hand down and raising your ankle halfway to tweak with the strap of your heel again.

“Lead the way.” you smiled as Choso took a step forward onto the rickety stairs. 

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“Can you tell me where you're taking me now?” You sounded almost defeated as you walked side by side on the pavement. Choso made sure that he was on the open side of the sidewalk, walking between you and the potential risk.

Quiet streets derived from people made the walk peaceful, the sunless sky causing everything to look pale blue- almost as though you stepped through a blue tinted filter.

The weather was fresh- cold enough for a coat but not freezing the way it was a few days ago. A small breeze would have made you regret your choice in what you wore- your calves and ankles exposed to the frigid air.

Looking over at him as he held the boxed plates, with a smug grin on his lips, “We have to go pick something up first.” you hummed at Choso’s denial as his rundown oxford-esque shoes stomped on the ground.

Seeing an opportunity to wear down that smugness, you looked at him with an unashamed smile. “You look beautiful too, Choso.” circling back to his compliment that was interrupted by your roommate. He looked over to you- not shocked but surprised at your choice of words, despite the gloomy weather- you looked warm in his eyes. As though the sun was shining and it was the middle of summer.

He sighed as he felt your shoulder brush against his, “I don't think I’ve ever been called that.” he admitted honestly with a flustered smile. 

You laughed, “I can call you something else-” with an enthusiastic grin, looking up into the sky as you thought of the words to use, “How about- scenic. Or uh, captivating-” watching the blush on his cheeks trail onto his exposed ear.

Choso’s teeth stuttered as he heard you- trying to silence the sudden compliment, “My name is fine.” He insisted with a nervous laugh, trying his best to ignore your gaze.

You raised your eyebrows, “Are you sure? I can keep going-”

“Ju-” he breathed, “Just Choso is fine.” he implored, his heart racing at an unimaginable speed.

You were pleased with his stutter, “Okay. ‘Just Choso’, where are you taking me?” grazing the back of your palm against his as you walked, his eyes on the ground watching the lines on the pavement come and go.

Choso sighed, “I already told you- We. Are going. To pick. Something up.” He paused between the words as though that was an answer, flinching when you bumped your knuckles into his as you strolled beside him.

“Don't take that tone with me, mister.” you teased playfully, holding your knuckles against his as you saw him perk a smile. 

“Sorry-” he grinned as he looked over at you sweetly, “We’re gonna go pick something up.” he corrected himself, smiling at the sugared words, not moving his hand from yours- if anything pressing it closer. 

With a sigh you took the initiative and interlocked your fingers with his, your cool hand icing his warm palm, “If you're gonna kidnap me- let me know. Promise I won't fight back or anything.” you joked, making Choso shiver at your accusation. 

With a grimace he hesitated the words he was about to say, “That is a terrible and equally horrifying thing to say,” he spoke your name in a reprimanding tone.

“I mean in the way that life sucks right now, and you're a pretty cool person. And you're nice, and tolerate me.” squinting your eyes at the sudden frost-like breeze puff against your bare shins.

Your circling hum on the side of his pointer finger made this conversation suddenly very difficult for him to focus on. “Just don't put me in a glass cage. That's all I ask.” You continued the unsettling topic as you squeezed his hand. 

Choso laughed at the reference, “You see,” being able to conjure the words in his mind. “I had reason to worry about you getting kidnapped.” he murmured, mentally damning you for putting that thought into his head again. 

“That's different though.” you hummed, tilting your head towards him. “Of course if it was a stranger I’d fight tooth and nail-” a playful grin on your lips, watching his eyebrows slowly pull upwards. “But, if it was you?” you continued, feeling his palm subtly start to clam against yours.  

Choso looked over at you- waiting for you to finish what you were saying. The troubled expression on his face made you smile at how easy it was to fluster him. 

Shaking away the words in your mind, the sky dimming as you clutched onto his hand, you let out a ‘tsk’ at the thought, “Now that would be something quite forward to say.” you grinned playfully.

‘Your smile hides your mischievousness a little too well- I think you're just being cruel at this point.’ he thought as he looked at your profile. A proud smile adorning your lips. 

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“A parking garage?” you asked, twitching your ankle as you watched Choso input a security code into the metal receiver.

Choso sucked his teeth with a smile, “Did you expect us to walk for the entire night?” looking down to your shoe that was clearly bothering you. 

“You have a car?” you asked as you watched the metal gate creak open. 

He winced, “Technically no-” hand in hand as he led you through the barrier of the two story garage. Walking up the sloped concrete as you looked at the dusty cars. 

“I didn't even know this place existed.” You muttered, eyeing the gray walls illuminated by old yellow lights. Swinging your connected hands softly as Choso laid eyes upon the black car cover he hoped was waiting for him. 

“Let's hope it still runs.” he joked as you let go of his hand. 

“Hold these for me won't you?” he whispered, handing you the cardboard box as you tapped your heeled foot on the ground, causing Choso to look down at your ankle once more.

Placing his hands on the front end of the cover, yanking it off as you laid eyes on the two seater maroon colored classic. Almost perfectly polished as you raised your eyebrows in shock, his hands balling up the black car cover and placing it on the hood haphazardly.

He inhaled almost painfully, “It was my father’s-” as he inserted the key into the driver's side and turned it, unlocking the doors before walking to the passenger side and opening the door with a hand held out to you.

Taking the boxed plates from your hands and placing them on the roof of the car, holding your hand as you eased into the vehicle.

Connected matte black seats meeting your eyes as you eased into the seat. Silent as he nervously tried explaining why he had the car, “H-he left it behind- and I didn’t wanna leave it to be sold.” He smiled, looking down at you as he held the frame of the door. 

“So you brought it with you?” You hummed, fiddling with your hands on your lap and looking at the interior.

“I stole it- yes.” he admitted without shame, leaning on the frame of the opened door.

Pulling off his jacket as your hands reached out to take it from him, a small ‘Thank you’ fell from his lips as you held it in your lap. His lips parted in a grin, looking at your expression as you pinched your eyebrows together. Reaching your hand down to the bothersome buckle that squeezed your ankle a little too tightly. 

Your fingers struggled to fix the issue as he watched you. Flashing your eyes up at him with an awkward giggle before you spoke, “When you rang the doorbell I accidentally pulled the-” You sighed, trying to pull the black strap from the bothersome buckle, “-the strap too tight.”

Choso smiled before mouthing an understanding ‘oh’ 

“May I?” he asked, frustration starting to seep from you and into him by just watching your aimless attempts. You eyed him, lowering himself to his knee, the other propped up as you turned your body to face him. 

Suddenly all too aware of the veins on the tops of his hands, the light arm hair on his outer forearms that were exposed from his rolled up sleeves. 

His calloused hand held open awaiting you to lift your dangling foot to his palm. Without a word, you lifted your ankle. Choso delicately placed his hand onto the back of your calf, your cold skin warming in his palm as he guided the back of the heel to rest atop his bent knee. Trailing his fingertips mindlessly on your skin as he gently unbuckled the silver rivet of the shoe. 

Feeling the instant relief as he slid the buckle into a neighboring notch. A warm blush forming on your cheeks as you watch his painted hands trail gentle touches on your skin.

“There?” he mumbled, looking up at you as his thumb settled on the protruding bone of your ankle. Only offering a blushed ‘Mhm’ from your dry throat as he laced the rest of the tiny strap beneath the metal. Your hand was clutched on the edge of the seat- if your grip tightened any more you’d scratch the pristine leather.

Choso gently placed his palm back onto your calf, easing your leg back down gently before he stood up again. “Now for the moment of truth.” he winced, taking a step back and leaving you with your feet on the ground.

You inhaled sharply as his hand rested on the door again, waiting for you to sit correctly. You turned your body back to face the windshield, he closed the door for you- reaching his hand on the roof of the car for the plates before walking to the drivers side.

With how easy it was to fluster him or make him nervous, you were unsure why out of the two of you- you were the one who was on the verge of hyperventilating from the innocent act of kindness. In your mind an obstacle presented itself; how you were expected to keep your composure for the rest of the evening. 

Your hand dared to tremble as you placed his heavy jacket on the center of the benched seat. Some kind of desperate attempt at a wall to keep you from acting on your self-indulgent thoughts. 

Hearing a small thud as he placed the plates on the roof again. The driver's door opened smoothly, Choso eased into the seat as he placed his hand on the wheel with the keys in hand, leaving his door open with one foot on the ground.

Choso cleared his throat as he turned the ignition, raising his eyebrows in hopes the car would turn on. A wave of relief washed over him when he heard the loud roar come from the muffler. Quiet music playing from the staticky radio breaking the silence.

He stepped out of the car once more, walking to the hood to grab the car cover he carelessly folded. Your eyes followed him as he slid the pair of plates from the roof and walked to the back of the car, your shoulders tense while trying to breathe. 

Flinching when you heard the trunk pound shut, clearing your throat when you saw him walk back to the opened door. 

He settled into the driver's seat once more, mindlessly picking up your attempt at a wall and placing his jacket onto the ledge of the rearview window, leaving nothing but air to keep you separate from him. 

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The drive was silent, the quiet radio music easing the tension in the air only you felt. Hands in your lap as you fiddled with your thumbs, Choso was unaware of your tense shoulders till he stopped at a red light. 

Looking over at you- your head locked forward and sitting very, very far away. The look on your face though, furrowed eyebrows and unblinking eyes, lips pressed tightly together as though you were in deep thought- that's what made him realize something was wrong. 

Replaying the last 10 minutes- not recalling a single snide comment or any attempts at flirting since he started driving.

He murmured your name- trying to pull you out of the thoughts that were whirling in your mind at that moment. Blinking your eyes and turning your head slightly, looking at Choso’s face that was illuminated by the red light. “Something wrong?”

You nodded your head ‘no’ intertwining your hands harshly together. Choso looked down to your latched hands, then back up to you with a perked brow- He didn't need to speak, you knew what he was asking with the look on his face. 

You inhaled, trying to find something clever to say- “M’trying to keep my hands to myself.” you murmured, looking out of the window, gathering he was driving into the neighboring city as your knees pointed to the door along with your head.

‘...hands to yourself..?’ Choso mentally repeated your words, not knowing why you had to try to, when you were never shy about it before.

Air caught in your throat at the realization you said that louder than you were expecting, “In a- a non creepy way.” you reiterated, scrunching your eyes together at the stutter in your words. 

Mentally you were cursing the stupid old traffic light that refused to turn green, even with the lack of cars around- it still beamed red. “Did I do something?” he asked, worried he offended you in some way. 

You sighed, “Yes-”, refusing to look at him, “Yes, you did something.” you muttered as you looked into the glass, staring at him through the reflection. 

“I’m sorry- I didn't mean to-” he started apologizing unknowing what he did- but it still felt like he had to. 

You let out a laugh that rang through his ears in the sound of a hymn, “You don't even know what you did.” corners of your lips twitching upwards, turning your knees over to him as he looked forward at the now green light- accelerating slowly as you scanned his side profile. 

“Must've been something worth an apology if you- of all people are keeping your hands to yourself.” he joked slyly. Only he meant to think those words- not actually say them to you.

You squinted your eyes at his banter, “Oh haha-” you grinned sarcastically, planting your hand onto the seat, “I'll make sure to keep ‘em to myself from now on if you feel that way.” You played, feeling your confidence soak back into your words. 

Choso turned his head slightly over to you, low eyes knowing you wouldn't be able to keep that declaration, dropping his hand from the bottom of the wheel as the other held onto the side of it, placing it on the black leather to tempt you. Suddenly the distance you set between you too was too evident- too far, his eyes were forward- watching the road. 

You gulped, scanning the top of his veiny hand, slowly you shifted closer to him.

Now close enough that he could sense you, “Choso?” you whispered, earning for a small hum to leave his throat, a childish smile on your lips “Can I hold your hand?” you spoke in a whisper- Choso furrowed his eyebrows at the question.

A gentle grin on his lips, “You don't need to ask me.” he whispered back, looking forward as he heard alarms and bells ring in his head from excitement. 

So as you scooched closer to Choso, he held his hand out for you. His heart couldn't help but beat at an alarming pace, so close your thigh was pressed against his. Your knees pointed in his direction as he felt his palm threaten to sweat. 

You slumped the tiniest bit into the matte seat, looking up at him as you gently took his hand into yours, interlocking your fingers with his as your other hand caged the back of his palm. 

Both of your hands overwhelmed his tender one, smiling as you leaned the side of your head onto his bicep. Resting your joined hands on the seam where his thigh ended and yours began.

“I've always liked your hands.” you mumbled, caressing your thumbs on his skin as he drove- he was grateful the sky was darkening. Cause he was so sure the blush he was sporting on his cheeks was starting to roam down his chest.

Choso’s breathing hitched- catching in his throat, “My h-hands?” feeling his heart pound in his chest. And for the foot that wasn't on the gas to start bouncing nervously. 

You giggled, “Yeah, your hands.” you hummed, unaware of the state you were pushing him to. “They're so pretty.” you complimented him with a tone only heard in his frantic dreams.

And as you scanned his jeweled hand engulfed by your own- the veins that trailed up his forearm beneath his pale skin proudly, you smiled as you pressed your thumb down onto a blood filled ridge on the top of his hand. Stopping the blood flow from the prominent vein. 

His mind was whirring in his skull- had you said anything else he would've had to pull over to catch his breath. 

But you didn't, no you only traced mindless doodles on his skin softly. ‘This has to be some kind of attempt on my life.’ his brain managed as the scent of your perfume infiltrated his nose.

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Though he was eternally grateful to be so- (some would say too close) to you, he felt his lungs able to breathe with a set pace once he found a parking spot in front of the building he was looking for. Streets full of couples as the moon started arising. Choso exhaled expectantly, switching the ignition off and feeling your grasp on his hand loosen.

“We’re here.” he practically choked out. You furrowed your eyebrows and looked onto the street, watching the people walking past the lit up glass doors. 

“What's here?” you grinned, straightening your back and looking at Choso, you were so very close to his face. The light on the roof of the car made it very obvious that he was blushing.

“A uh-” he inhaled the air between you, “A museum.” his shoulders were tense, looking from your eyes to the curve of your nose- darting back and forth from the cupid's bow of your lips back up to your eyes. You smiled hearing his hesitant tone- relishing the sight of pure nerves flooding in his pupils from how close you were. 

With an amused smile you snorted softly, “Ouu you want to kiss me sooo bad- I can see it-” you teased, earning for Choso to look away from you in embarrassment. 

And as you pulled your hands from his, he opened his door, mumbling small curses, racing to the passenger side- reminding himself that he needs to be polite and well-mannered.  

As he pulled your door open he held a hand out to you, giving you a brace to step out from the old car. 

The sight of your hand in his as you stepped from the car elegantly made one thing click in his mind. Choso felt in his heart that he would be more than happy- elated even, to do this with you every weekend till you were both old and wrinkly. 

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Hand in hand as you walked past the white walls. Stopping at any piece of art that caught your attention. 

Your eyebrows pulled tight as you looked at a piece painted black with glimmers of red. Choso’s eyes were on your profile as you examined the art, “What do you see?” he mumbled, looking back to the large canvas. Unable to understand how you could see meaning in a few colors. 

You sighed, tilting your head and staring at the streaks “It seems sad.” you whispered as he furrowed his eyebrows. “Like the person who painted this was distressed.” 

Choso didn't see what you saw- he saw a lazy attempt at modern art- “You can see it in the brush strokes-” you leaned over to him as you pointed to the seemingly violent brush strokes. He tried to see what you saw, “In the way they decided to use a little bit of red.” You continued, looking over to his lost expression.

When you walked into the room of sculptures you stared at an old wooden chair placed on a small platform with a harsh spotlight on it, “Performer.” you read the words on the silver plate at the bottom, “What do you see Choso?” you repeated his question as he stared at the chair.

He squinted his eyes before speaking, “I think it's a chair-”, feeling your elbow shove him gently. He sighed, “Well, the chair is old, and the spotlight is on it almost in a mocking way.” Choso expressed his depiction of the piece. “And the title signifies that the chair is a piece to be gawked at.” he muttered as you smiled at his intune thoughts.

He huffed, almost feeling like he said too much. “You?” he broke your silence as he looked back at you.

“I think it's just a chair.” you mocked with a perked smile. 

On the other end of the room there was a wired sculpture, if you looked in the right angle you'd be able to see the projected image within the silver wires.

You were tilting your head trying to make out the image, “I think it's a face?” you whispered as Choso furrowed his eyebrows, “Or two?” you squinted your eyes as you finally saw the image with a gratified exhale. 

Choso huffed- frustrated from how tedious this was. “How are you seeing anything?” he asked frustrated as his neck started to strain from how long he was tilting it. 

You dropped his hand- taking a step behind him and placing your hands on his shoulders, “Here.” you hummed, moving him to where you previously stood. “Lean down a little-” you whispered, you weren't able to see it- but his eyes were wide and his cheeks were tingling from your guidance. 

And as he lowered himself, you placed your hands onto the side of his head- angling it softly to this side as he allowed you to. You stood behind him- close enough for him to be able to feel your breath wisp on his nape. “Can you see it?” you whispered- Choso felt goosebumps form on his arms at your soft tone. 

You slid your hands from the side of his head- seeing him stay in place as he looked at the sculpture. “Can you?” you whispered as he raised himself back to stand up straight. 

He looked at you with a horrified look on his face, “Yeah I can.” he muttered before you took his hand in yours again. 

And when you found the room he specifically chose this museum for- he lit up with a smile.

“Art history-” you read the plaque on the wall.

Choso led you into the dimly lit room, “Finally some real art.” he muttered before turning the corner. Standing before the grand in size portraits- he looked at them in silence. Only you didn't find the same fascination in the old paintings as he did- you found the excitement that gleamed in his eyes more interesting than the dusty art works.

With every piece he knew, he'd tell you the tragedy behind them, star crossed lovers and small comments of the trageties- “Why are you looking at me like that?” he paused his previous sentence, looking at you worried that he was talking too much. 

You offered a timid smile, circling your thumb on his skin lovingly. Reaching a pinkie up to his temple and brushing away a loose strand from his temple, “I can't look at you now?” you murmured playfully, his eyes glimmered with shock at the sudden contact against his face. 

Choso diverted his eyes from your gaze, looking down to his shoes before mumbling, “You can't look at me like- that.” he felt his heart pound in his chest recalling the expression on your face with closed eyes. 

You giggled at his words, “Why not?” you pressed, being able to feel his hand tighten its grip on yours. 

He sighed, looking back up to your seemingly intoxicated face. Choso parted his lips, daring to say the first words that came to his mind. You raised your eyebrows and gripped his hand to urge him to give you a reason. “Cause I don't know what it means.” he retorted quietly.

You scoffed, an amused smile on your lips as you nodded your head. Not knowing how he could be so insightful in some ways and completely blind when it came to this. 

Your eyes scanned his features, “How many times do I have to tell you before you get it?” you quipped, seeing his eyes pool with confusion at your question. 

“I like you so much, Cho.” you whispered, seeing his eyebrows furrow harshly at the shortened version of his name. “I stare at you because I like you.” You assured, “I laugh at everything you say because I like you.”, watching his eyes blink down in timidness. In his mind, actually processing your words took a lot of effort. 

“Can I be honest?” you whispered, seeing his lips mouth an ‘okay.’ to your question. “I don’t think I've ever liked someone in the way I like you.” Choso exhaled at your words- mumbling a ‘stop’ as you smiled.

You exhaled, “I'm being serious. You're just-” you started, only for Choso to raise your hand and place it flat onto his chest. His eyes trembled as he looked at you with a stern but pained expression. You raised your eyebrows at how fast his heart pounded in his chest, explaining why he asked you to stop without words. 

Your lips curled into a sweet smile, pulling his hand that was wrapped around your wrist, holding your hand flat on his chest as you led his hand towards your exposed cleavage in attempts to show him how fast your own heart was beating.

Only for his eyes to widen and pull his hand from your grasp in shock- all but clutching his imaginary pearls as he hissed your name. Mortified to even think of touching you there. 

A small laugh left your throat at how he exclaimed your name. You were kind enough to not attempt to do that again- fearing his heart might go into cardiac arrest from being skin to skin. Instead you pulled your hand from his chest, guiding his opposite one onto your wrist and pressing his index and middle finger onto the pulse in your wrist. 

His eyebrows furrowed as he felt your racing pulse against his two fingers, “You make me just as nervous.” you whispered softly, smiling as he parted his lips. 

Choso softened his gaze, “You do a great job at hiding it.” he whispered back, recalling every moment his heart palpitated in his chest- wondering if all those times your heart was racing too. 

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“I think this is the first official date I've ever been on-”  you smiled, now standing outside. Thinking how stupid it was that the exit was on the other end of the building.

Choso furrowed his eyebrows, “First, first date you mean?” he clarified your statement assumingly.

You scoffed with a smile, “No, the only date I've ever been on.” seeing his expression fall in surprisement. 

Choso nodded his head as though that proclamation didn't make his heart burst in his chest, “Besides the times where we'd hang out after class- but I think this one is the first official one.” you grinned, pulling his hand with you as you turned to start walking back to the car. 

‘The times we’d hang out..?’ he thought, recalling the afternoons you'd spend with him. 

He inhaled quickly, “Those were dates?” he urged with a horrified look on his face, scanning at your profile. You looked at him as you stepped slowly.

Raising your eyebrows almost amused, “Well when two people like each other- and admit it to each other,” You taunted playfully, turning the corner of the sidewalk, “If both are consenting parties-” you continued your mocking tone as Choso listened to your words, to be sure he wouldn't miss hearing what you were saying.

“They start dating.” you teased, looking at him with a smile full of satisfaction.

In his mind, he replayed every moment from when he admitted he liked you till now- reevaluating them at the new information. With warm cheeks that were grazed by the cold air, “Are we..” he started, his palm becoming clammy against yours at the words he dared to spout. “Dating?” He asked, looking at you in a new light at that word.

No longer were you a person he liked- or a school friend. He was a person you were dating.

A soft chuckle left your throat at the dramatized words, “Don't tell me you just wanted to be a situationship?” you asked with feigned offense, furrowing your eyebrows as he listened to your words.

His face fell, trying to process the word you just said, “What is a situationship?” he asked almost scornfully at the unknown word as his grasp in your hand tightened. A sweet laugh left your throat at his question, not even being too sure of what that word meant yourself.

“Cho- are we dating or not?” you asked- turning the question around on him. His face went pink, both at the confrontation and the nickname- looking at you as though you hung the stars in the sky. You raised your eyebrows waiting for his reply. 

Choso tried to think- he tried using all 4 fried brain cells in his mind to formulate a proper sentence, but all his trembling lips could muster was one word;

“Yes.”

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The walk back to the car was silent- You were pleased with how much he blushed, how you practically forced him to confirm that your goal was achieved. 

Choso, on the other hand, had a mortified look on his face. The fear of taking the first step was long gone since the first 3 steps were already taken unbeknownst to him. In his mind he started seeing every possibility, every negative thing that could wait for him 10 miles down the road. Choso knew he should've been elated- but he couldn't help the heavy feeling in his chest as he thought of the future.

Staring at him lovingly, “Where to now?” you broke the silence as he opened the car door for you, holding your hand with trembling fingers as you eased into the vehicle.  

Choso hurried to the other side of the car, taking a deep breath before getting into it. Thinking how everything is different now- he drove this car as your friend and now he was driving it as a person you were dating.

You scooched back to the spot you previously sat in, “I hope you're hungry-” he started, his cheeks tingling as he felt your hand interlock with his again, “God– I am starving.” You interrupted, looking over to him with an enticing grin.

Choso smiled to himself, “I have a fridge full of groceries waiting for us.” he tried ignoring your tracing thumbs as he put the car in drive.

You reached a hand over and pushed a few stray strands of hair that blocked his profile from you. “You gonna cook for me?” You hummed sweetly, seeing the blush on his cheeks deepen. 

A small ‘Mhm’ left his lips as he pulled out of the street parking, you looked at him with adoring eyes, intoxicated on how close you were to him. “Those plates were definitely a good idea huh?” you asked smugly.

He sighed with a smile, “Yes. They were a phenomenal idea.” he fed into your boastful tone.

You looked at him, admiring that he cared enough to agree with you,“You’re so-” you hesitated as you tried to find the word, “So,” Choso was smiling as he awaited your words. You gritted your teeth- feeling cuteness aggression, “It's like I made you in a computer.” You smiled, hearing a hearty laugh from his chest.

The entire ride back to the campus- you didn't let go of his hand. The cringey love songs played on the radio quietly, with any song you recognized you’d tell him a memory from your upbringing. Grazing the tips of your fingers along his larger ones. 

Choso made sure to listen to every single word you'd speak into the air- “M’sorry I know I'm talking a lot-” you sighed, noticing he wasn’t replying to your words.

Hee scoffed, “Don't apologize- I like listening to you talk.” flashing his eyes over to you as you nodded your head in disbelief at how smoothe he could be at times.

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You didn't check your phone the entire time. So you were happily relishing in the peace you felt being in the presence of him. 

Walking past the entryway of his apartment, reaching into your coat pocket and taking it off as Choso reached for it in your hand, hanging it along with his on the coat rack. 

You checked the stupid piece of aluminum, widening your eyes at the countless messages from your overbearing roommate, and checking the time. 9:05 pm as you heard Choso set down the boxed plates onto the kitchen counter in front of you.

You sighed as you pulled out a barstool from the wall, furiously typing as Choso gently peeled off the tape from the box.

Looking across the kitchen counter at you as you settled on the barstool with furrowed eyebrows. Scanning your bugged expression, “Everything okay?” he pulled you from your thoughts. 

You sighed as you shut off the phone, placing it onto the counter faced down as you looked at him- completely defeated. “I’m moving out.” you claimed with a deadpan tone.

Choso looked at you from the cabinet, “What now?” he smiled as he reached for a pan. 

“I have like- 50 texts and 20 missed calls from my-” you were interrupted, Choso finished your sentence, ‘roommate’, watching as you huffed a sweet smile at how he knew what you were ranting about. “Regardless, I'm moving- even if I live on the street for a few days. I can't stay at that house anymore.” You sighed, watching Choso turn on two knobs on the stove. 

Looking at him with defeated eyes, “You won't live on the street.” he assured, turning around and opening the fridge. 

You rested your elbow on the counter, placing your chin in your hand as you watched him set various small containers of already prepared herbs onto the counter. “At the end of the day people really are disappointing aren't they?” you asked with a sigh, watching as he pulled out two pre-marinated chicken breasts from the fridge. 

Choso decided to ignore your previous statement- not wanting to sullen the mood even more, “Are they like this with your other roommates?” he asked with a smile, drizzling oil into the pan. Going to lower the heat on the small steel pot on the back burner before moving to stand in front of you. 

You watched as he slowly pulled his jewelry from his fingers, “No- if anything they enable their behavior.” eyeing the silver metal on the counter, your proclamation earning a sigh from Choso.

He noticed your eyes following his hands, furrowing his eyebrows at your gawking. “You need better roommates.” he declared, turning to the sink and washing his hands as you reached for the abandoned metal he left on the counter.  

As you rolled the warm metal in your hand you sighed, “I need to move out is what I need-” watching as he dried his hands. You smirked to yourself, “If I was your neighbor would you cook for me everyday?” You asked- half joking as he looked up from the searing pan.

Choso smiled at your question, picking up one of the raw chickens, “If you were my neighbor I’d cook for you anytime you asked.” he flashed his eyes up at you before placing the white meat into the pan, a loud sizzle coming from the action.

You rested your elbows onto the counter with a hearty giggle, “You say that now- But when m’knocking at your door 2-3 times a day- you can't complain.” you warned, watching as he let out a half laugh.

He picked up metal tongs from the utensil holder, “If you knock on my door 2-3 times a day- I won't have any reason to complain,” he spoke your name in reassurance as he flipped the grilling chicken on the other side. 

You laughed to yourself, not being able to sense any nervousness or hesitation in his words anymore, almost as though he gained more confidence in the past half hour. 

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As he plated the cooked chicken, you watched with a grumbling stomach. Almost drooling as he scooped a decent portion of mashed potatoes onto the brand new white plate, “God- that looks so good.” You bit your lip, reaching your hands to the plate. 

“Wait-” he held onto the edgeas he reached for a pre-cut lemon- squeezing it gently as the citrus glazed the browned chicken.

With a warm smile he spoke, “There- now you can eat it.” looking down to the beautifully plated meal, you sighed. Grabbing onto the edge of the plate and pulling it towards you.

You looked back to him, “I can wait for you-” you muttered, hoping he'd say no. 

He exhaled, smiling as he watched your eyes full of hunger flicker from him back down to your serving. “It's okay- you eat.” He assured, watching the smile return on your lips as you picked up the metal fork placed on the side of the plate. 

Choso watched you expectantly, the fork scraping against the plate as you sliced into the meat-piercing the chunk you cut off and lifting it to your lips, looking at him as you placed the fork into your mouth. The warmth from the grilled chicken landing on your tongue as you pulled the fork from your lips- leaving nothing on it with a sigh from your nose.

Chewing a few times as you closed your eyes, savoring the flavor between every bite. 

You swallowed, opening your eyes and nodding your head, “You're insane.” you mumbled, looking at his expression unchanged- not knowing if that was a good thing or a bad thing. 

“Please finish cooking so I can eat more-” you joked, placing the fork onto your plate, he scoffed at the words that seemed like a compliment. 

And as you asked, he plated his own serving, not with a quarter as much love nor care- but it was infront him as he leaned down to take a bite, assuring you it was fine for you to continue eating. 

He hummed as he placed the fork down onto his plate, “I didn't even offer you anything to drink-” he scoffed to himself reaching to the cupboard above his head and pulling down two glass cups. 

You opened your mouth- hesitating to speak as you watched him turn to the fridge, “Not to sound alcohol-dependent or anything-” you grinned as he peeked back to you. “But do you…?” you insinuated with half lidded eyes. 

Choso sighed, “I don't. I have water and orange juice.” he mumbled, knowing exactly what you were trying to do- but he knew in his bones it wouldn't have been a good idea to let you drink right now. 

You gave a half laugh, “Water is fine.” you smiled as he reached into the fridge. Choosing to keep the bottle of ‘Titos’ he had a secret from you.

Pulling out a glass bottle from the fridge he had bought yesterday. Pouring water into your glass as you chewed on your affection infused meal. 

You placed down your fork, swallowing the previous bite before reaching for the cold glass. “You'd really be okay with me moving next door?” watching his eyes trail down to his plate.

Choso inhaled, “If it makes you happier- and not feel so stressed, I would let you move in here-” he spoke mindlessly, halting his chewing as he realized what he said. He inhaled sharply- feeling like your silence was deafening. He was about to apologize-

Only you laughed, “All my clothes would not fit in your closet.” you inhaled as you placed a bite of the mashed potatoes into your mouth. He huffed through his nose at your comment, pleased that you took it as a joke rather than how he truly meant it. 

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Somewhere between him finishing half of his meal and your 5th compliment on how fucking good the food tasted- a battle ship board was put up between you. 

Furrowed eyebrows staring back at you as he called out a number on the board. You hissed as you looked at your side of the game, “Nope.” you grinned as he gruffed at his attempts.

You were examining your grid, trying to use all the divination you could muster before he spoke up- “Did I tell you I'm thinking of getting a job?” he smiled, watching your furrowed eyebrows ease at the question. 

You gasped, “No! Don't do that-” holding a peg in your hand as his expression churned to confusion. “I won't be able to see you as often.” you pouted, looking down at your board. The words seemingly came unfiltered from your heart, and the sight of you pouting at the idea of not being able to see him as much anymore was more than enough to push that idiocy to the side.

And though you meant it as a half joke, it still pained you to know that now- of all times. When things were finally advancing, he'd pull away. 

“If you need money-” your lungs threatened to laugh at the words forming on your lips. “I'd be more than happy to pay for your time.” You spewed as though you were a sleazy 80 year old man speaking to a lady of the night. 

Choso furrowed his eyebrows and parted his lips, “Like an escort??” he huffed a laugh, you looked up from your board with an entertained smile. “No- no, not like an escort-” you defended. 

Calling out a number on the board as he nodded his head. “Like a paid…” you thought of the word, “Though I can't call you a friend anymore can I?” You spoke to yourself as he scanned his side of the plastic game, smiling at the thought that you'd no longer hesitate when referring to him. 

He inhaled as he took a bite from the coldening food, looking over to your plate and seeing you had finished. “I thought you were broke?” he spoke thoughtlessly, not being able to feel the hesitance before he spoke now. 

Your smile fell, he squinted his eyes as you shook off the sudden heavy feeling- “You're that expensive?” you chirped, looking at him bewildered at the thought he might've taken your words seriously. 

Choso scoffed, “No, you don't have to pay me to hang out with you.” he reiterated, watching as you fiddled with the peg in your hand. Recalling your query of if he'd mind if you were his neighbor. “But I remember you said you were broke..?” he looked at you with detective eyes as you called out a square on the grid. Sucking his teeth when you actually hit one of his boats. 

You hummed as you avoided eye contact, “I uhh-” you lowered your shoulders and raised a brow, “I figured it out.” flashing a warm smile at him. Only you meant it in an assuring way- Choso saw past it. He saw the way your lips fell after you said that, the way your eyes dimmed from recalling what you were hiding. 

You cleared your throat, “Meaning, I can afford your company now.” you circled back to the silly topic with a smile, Choso sneered through his nose at your insistence. He opened his mouth to speak- but you spoke before he could. 

“What kind of job?” you looked at him, changing the topic before he called out a number on the grid. 

He sucked his teeth, “I was thinking at the library- Quiet, don't have to do a whole lot.” He muttered as he studied the target grid. “Or I could apply to be a TA.”squinting before calling out a number. 

You tightened your lips, mouthing a curse as you marked a small boat with a red peg. “Why now of all times?” you asked as you waited for him to call out another number.

Choso parted his lips- almost saying the words that popped into his mind before closing his mouth. “No- say what you were thinking.” you caught onto the little habit he had developed since he was a child.

He smiled at your attentiveness, “I was thinking, now that I’m..” looking at you with a blushing smile, you raised your eyebrows, all but saying ‘go on.’

“Now that I am seeing someone.” he murmured, looking down at the board embarrassed and trying to ignore your gaze, you laughed at his avoidant eyes. 

You inhaled, nodding your head ‘no’ disapprovingly. “You don't need to get a job just because we're dating, Cho.” you assured, standing from the barstool and taking a step around the end of the kitchen counter, standing before his figure as he looked at you with furrowed eyebrows, “Look at all the times we've hung out- not once did we need money or to go out to have fun.” placing a hand on his bicep and squeezing gently to affirm your words even more. 

Choso inhaled, “Would it be enough?” he muttered as he looked down to his shoes. You scoffed, trailing your hand down to his forearm, then to his hand. 

“I would be more than fulfilled if all we did was stay here and play board games day after day.” you whispered, holding your hand gently in his as he felt his throat close up-

He looked back to you with creased eyebrows, the tip of his nose daring to turn pink from an expression that looked close to tears. “You want a hug?” you asked sweetly, hearing a sniffle from his nose before pulling you to him.

Your hands wrapped around his waist as his arms rested atop your shoulders, holding you tightly as your bodies came together in a perfect mold. Choso held one hand on the back of your neck softly, the other pressed taut between your shoulder blades as you smiled into his chest, circling your hands soothingly on his spine, he sniffled before speaking.

“Be honest. Did you come over here to look at where my boats were?” you breathed out- defeated that he saw through your plot. Pulling away from him as his hands hesisted to let you go from the hug that felt like home. 

You looked at him with a cheeky smile, “I did.” you nodded, looking over to his side of the board and seeing you were close to winning by a few more pegs. You looked back to him, parting your lips expectantly as he took a step back.

‘Be well-mannered’ Choso thought as he watched you brush off the slight disappointment. 

He cleared his throat, “I think it's time to take you home.” he smiled, watching your eyes blink down to your shoes that had to be uncomfortable by now. 

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The trip to your house was short now that there was a car, and yet- you still held onto him as though it was the last time you'd have the chance to. 

Choso parked on the opposite side of the street, turning off the car as your eyes looked at the wooden door across the street almost resentfully. “Ready?” he asked, knowing you’d refuse to face the music were he not there. 

With a begrudged exhale, you nodded your head. 

Choso held the car door open for you, holding your hand as you stepped onto the street. You almost resented how polite he was- knowing if it were anyone else they would have invited you to stay the night- regardless if it was a first date. 

But not him, Choso didn't dare to even think of asking that of you.

And as you stood before him on your unlit porch, you smiled, “Thank you.” with a whisper, looking into his eyes as he scanned the prominent aspects of your face.

“Don't thank me.” he murmured, his voice low and throaty as he watched the sparkle in your eye round your pupil. 

With a modist smile, you looked at him impatiently. “I think this is where you kiss me goodnight.” you leaned forward mere millimeters as Choso refused to step back this time. 

He gulped at your words, “It wouldn't be polite.” he dissuaded lowly as you grinned innocently. 

Close enough that you were breathing the same air- “It would be more impolite not to, Choso.” you compelled, watching his gaze dart from your lips back to your eyes. 

He raised his hands to the side of your face- thumbs caressing your temples softly, parting your lips as his fingers kept a light touch beneath your ears. You fluttered your eyes closed as you heard ringing in your mind, cheeks warm and tingling as you awaited.

Only you awaited something to press against your lips- But Choso had other plans.

His parted lips pressed onto the center of your forehead, pulling away with your head in his hands. It wasn't disappointment- more like a challenge that you felt. “Goodnight,” he spoke your name in an intoxicating tone, softly taking his hands from your face and taking a step back from you.

You couldn't help but smile at his chivalry, “You're cruel.” you whispered, earning a quiet half-laugh from his chest. 

“It’s not respectful to kiss you on a first date.” He scolded playfully, watching you roll your eyes lightheartedly. 

You stared at him as you leaned your back onto the door, placing your hand on the brass knob before sucking your teeth. “When is a respectful time then?” you murmured, watching his hands slide into his coat pockets.

“Third. Maybe even fourth date.” he smiled, knowing that would gain a feigned groan of dissatisfaction from you. Though it was earlier than you'd like-  10:43 to be exact, you were still grateful he was courteous enough to bring you back home as though you had a curfew. 

“Goodnight Cho.” you smiled, turning the brass knob as he kept his eyes on you.

Were the porch light on you’d be able to see the beaming blush on his cheeks, “Goodnight.” he replied sweetly, watching as you stepped into your house, taking one last look at him before waving a small goodbye. 

Choso was able to contain the excitement in his throat till he turned away from your porch, his lungs threatening to start hyperventilating as he tried to confirm with himself if that actually just happened. He stood at the car door- looking up at the sky and thanking whatever celestial being was out there for the lucky hand he was dealt. 

There was one thought in his mind at that moment. He was now sure that you made him feel more alive and far less lost than he felt without you. And he relished in that thought as he drove back to his apartment, no longer fearing the future- if anything he was thrilled to know that for the first time, love finally loved him back.

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and if I told you I over indulged sooo much in this chapter??? and if i said........ I almost hemorrhaged writing this?!!! this was too cute, (just wait till I write abt the first time they have sex) And if you're curious- yes the rewarding cigarette was delicious.

[avalikesf19]

A Day at quadrant: LN4 (Part 2)

Author note: I don’t even know how to post anything on this and never wrote a fic but I hope this is good but I think it’s pretty shit and I haven’t finished it yet and if any writers want to use this idea you can for sure just @ me please oh and if you have feedback please let me know thanks xx

Also i tried to change my like writing style thing cause i feel like it was shit last time but yeah idk

Lando x quadrant fem reader

Blurb: reader is a member of quadrant, she games most of the time but also likes f1 along with her best friend Ria bish. She is friends with all members at quadrant and finds it a good laugh with all her mates, but maybe her view of someone in particular is more than a mate..

Warnings: sexualising, swearing, mention of a gun, leaked tape, sad distraught reader, friends to maybe lovers if I make it a series? Smut-ish? If I missed any let me know (I don’t know how to do warnings sorry x)

Well wasn't last week a fucking eventful week. You still cant stop thinking about Lando right next to you comforting you about what happened. You're starting to feel better about the whole issue and get some support from people online and all the other members of quadrant, but fuck that was just shit. You haven't been in any quadrant videos since, but you're in a better place now and probably need to start participating in them more.

Lando and ethan make the idea of quadrant meeting up at landos apartment and trying to train like him for a day. You aren't exactly looking foward to it but oh well, at least Ria is going. You text your gc back and tell them that you will do it too. Then, you get a message.

Lando: are you 100% sure ur okay to come back and film already? you dont have to if you dont want to.

Y/n: yep. I need to get in more videos and im feeling better anyways, thanks for asking.

Lando: all good

Well that was polite and unexpected of Lando to reach out, but whats more unexpected is for your panties to be soaked right now over 2 text messages. well fuck, oopsies.

That night all you can think of is Lando, it's a bit embarrassing to admit, but he was circling around your head like it was an f1 race. You decide to get your head out of it and call Ria to come over and have a chat, since she is your best friend after all. Shortly she pulls up to your apartment in Monaco, funning in bursting of excitement to see you.

"RIAAAAAAA!" you shout when you open the door for her. "Y/NNNN" she replied back. You give her a hug and make her a cup of coffee just how she likes it. You guys sit and chat about the f1 grand prix in Bahrain coming up, and how you hope Lando continues to have a good season with Oscar this year. "Did you see the chat about the new yt vid we doing" You ask Ria. "omg yes and they are bringing angry ginge in I heard" Ria replies back.

"STOP IT" you yell back laughing. You love ginge and his videos, who wouldn't? he's a very very funny bloke. "OMG i''m definitely coming tomorrow then to the recording are you kidding?".

Unfortunately time goes by when you're having fun, and Ria was the most fun, so she had to go a few hours later which felt like minutes. Besides you both need sleep for the youtube vid you're filming tmr at Lando's. You go to bed and try to sleep as much as you can, which didnt happen lol.

rise and shine love. It's already 6am and time to go to Lando's place to film. Normally you don't have to wakeup early as fuck but for the purpose of the video and "being Lando Norris" you had no choice. You get to his apartment after parking at the front and knock on the door, to which he opens. "hi y/n" he says nicely and gives you a hug. "So good to see you Lando, where is everyone?".

"first here mate" he says almost excitedly. "so what are we actually doing today like playing video games or some shit" you say. "haha your funny mate, we are lifting weights, eating what i eat, using the sim, and neck strengthening" he says laughing at you. "fuck r u taking the piss" you say laughing. "oh my days Landoooo do I look like an f1 driver" you also reply with. "well yeah thats the whole point of the video ya dumb fuck" he replied jokingly.

"hahaha get fucked lando nowins" you snap back. he laughs as you proceed to miss the chair you went to lean on making you flinch and stumble looking like an idiot. he is still laughing which makes you laugh too. "Lando norizz" u reply. "haha you think I have no rizz, funny" he replies egotistically. "yeah i do actually" you don't at all, in fact he hasn't even tried yet he has rizzed you up. "wanna bet?" he snaps out.

you don't have time to think before he pins you against the wall and just looks at you with those hot eyes of his. you can already feel your cheeks burning and your thong getting wet. "you say I have no rizz yet your cheeks are burning, and I bet those panties are more soaked than that porridge you tipped over the counter when you stumbled at my gaze, huh?" he grunts out.

what the fuck just happened, first how did he know and secondly did he just pin you against the wall. not the first time you want that to happen. you know what fuck it if we wants to be like that then he may as well be uncomfortable the whole video.

"how did you know about my tight, black lacy thong i'm wearing over my tight pussy hey? not your first time thinking about it aye?" you tease him, but while walking over to him you see him looking uneasy.

why? because ginge was at the fucking door and heard that, and can see Lando's boner from a mile away. "well bonjour" ginge says laughing. "bonjour mate" lando says as he daps up ginge covering his boner and trying to ignore what just happened.

You already know this video is gonna be the longest set of your life..

sorry its a short one x

[afaramir]

hi abby!! you love talking abt your fics? well, as it happens, i LOVE listening to people talk abt their fics *high-fives you* so hereee u go: 8, 17, 23, 24, 33 and 40 :)

hiiii ria thank you <333 [high fives you back] this is a beautiful synergy we are living...sorry this took me several days i just kept not having a shareable last line. for every we're so back there is always an it's so over. we're here now and that's what matters LOL

8. share the last line that you wrote

you have kept me waiting, my lord steward, she says when his footsteps stop, his reflection hovering just out of reach of her mirror.

well this is NOT umbar fic OR condolences congratulations. one day i will learn to finish one thing before i start another. but it is set in a slightly alternate version of the same reality. this is the crazy forty years later everyone lives au where aragorn is king and denethor is his steward and finduilas is actually the one running the place. it’s just an excuse for me to write “what if we made our healthy loving political marriage a messier and more political v-shape because you just HAD to officially get back together with your situationship from when you were 25 and oh he just HAPPENS to be the king.” they are shockingly functional about it (i do not know if i could call it healthy. but it is Incredibly High-Functioning and They Are Having Fun. so who am i to stop them!). conceptually/vibes-wise this is the result of my mind stirring around "their wives know the steward serves the king, and sometimes that goes beyond matters of state" (like truly...WHOA boy. that knocked me flat. @bretwalda-lamnguin i WILL respond to that post eventually i have things to say they just have to marinate a little longer) + regent!finduilas as a concept and an Energy + finduilas's general pure concentrated "i can fix him" beam + also going on a tangent off of anna @potatoesandsunshine's "our marriage is already bad enough what if we ruined someone else's life with it" theory. and this came out.

17. what is your favourite trope to write

NAMES AND TITLES AND MANNERS OF ADDRESS BABY!!! that shit is like drugs for me. whenever i'm messing around with it i feel like i am at the very height of caring about and understanding my own work i KNOW that sounds obnoxious as hell but like. aghhhhh. im in there THINKING. about specifically when and where and how one manner of address might shift to another and whether that is different inside the narration and out loud and what each name and title means in which situation. yeah im normal about hierarchies why do you ask.

23. where do you usually write

my beloved local coffeeshop down the street from my apartment! i am there as i write this. my regular barista often makes fun of me bc he sees me running for the train in the morning bc i am perpetually late for work. unfortunately the earliest i can make it out of the house in the evening is 7 and they close at 9 but it’s a good two hours. then it’s off to my friends’ apartment (they’re my downstairs neighbours i basically also live there) for like another two hours. yeah i do this every day. i am aware i am insane but it is the only way i get anything done.

24. which fic do you think is your funniest

hmm. i feel like im not often intending to be particularly funny. wait no its definitely open arms. “sokka, panicking: you like guys!” is literally in the description. i wrote it bc of a shitpost. WOW that is possibly the throwback of all time. that’s like the first fic i wrote back when i started getting really Good at writing because i was wildly hyperfixated on avatar and it was covid and i wrote 100k in a year. well well well

33. which of your fic titles is your favourite

ok i did do this one but im gonna give a runner up. TO THE VERY DEAR MEMORY OF [ ] is a personal fave for sure bc it's. idk nontraditional? well it's based off of this image and it took me a long time of testing different things before i figured out a way to appropriately represent that erasure of the name on the headstone by the water...the sensation that there Used to be something there, that there was Supposed to be something there, but all that is left is the water. and i'm very pleased by the effect of the brackets and how it looks on the ao3 page. it just brings me a lot of joy to let myself kind of fuck around and do whatever i think is cool. im trying so so so hard to internalize "get weird with it!" and its the baby steps out here.

40. pick one of your fics and share a quote to go with it (not a quote from the fic, but an outside quote that fits)

ooh ok a throwback. race for a hurricane (speaking of the titles/names/manners of address trope this is my BEST execution of it) + "the french have a saying: the fate of glass is to break. maybe the fate of spies is to just fade away. but with any luck, we leave something behind" -spectre, 2015. im getting that last line tattooed someday.

fic writer asks

[hannahlovesluca]

Heyyaa!! I saw ur doing match ups and I always wanted to do this cuz I’m a curious person 😭 feel free to ignore this!!!

My name is chio/chi!! 

Pronouns are she/her :D

Sexuality: bi? Asexual? idk I’m not sure abt these things

Zodiac is a cancer!

I’m an intp- t 

Oshis are : selen tatsuki kotoka torahime luca kaneshiro Mysta rias 

My appearance : I’m like slightly dark and slightly like white in the middle idk how to describe it I’m sorry 😭 I have shoulder length messy black hair, VERY dark brown eyes with visible eye bags but it’s not that serious (maybe) 

Personality : I’m often describe or seen as a childish person since that’s the only thing I show but im a really sensitive but cold person I prefer to be straight forward and brutally honest which often leads to ppl saying I’m mean and harsh other than I’m quite loud and I get distracted very easily 

I love love loveee dogs and ducks THEY’RE SO CUTEEE AAAAA ( ´ ▽ ` ) , I like playing any games tbh except for horror game big no no , I do art , uhh I ea5 any food tbh except for vegetables bleh , sleeping is the best my friends and vocaloid songsss !! 

I hate self centered arrogant and obnoxious ppl or ppl who don’t think twice b4 they say stuff , bugs , ppl taking my stuff without perms, sunlight and interacting w ppl 

Love language (giving) : quality time i only give quality time to ppl i enjoy if I don’t like u I either ignore them or just avoid ik it sounds mean but I’m just tired and giving quality time takes my energy too (*´ー｀*) (I’m sorry 😭)

Love language (receiving) I love acts of services or physical touch they sound so nice like omg hugs r nice holding hands r nice i want them all dnjsjdjdjf

Thats all!!! 

I HOPE U GET BETTER SOON !!! 

thank you for being so loyal!! i often see you in my notifs :))

i pair you with…

Luca Kaneshiro!

hear me out…

• I KNOW THIS ISNT A BANNER BUT ITS SO CUTE I HAD TO USE IT

• again, this is a black cat x golden retriever trope

• i love opposites sm

• one who’s so extremely kind x brutally honest mm mm mm (not that you’re not kind, but yoy get what i’m implying)

• luca loves your black cat energy!!! and he also loves that you can kind of switch and be more dog-like sometimes!

• its a good balance and it makes his heart go 💥💥💥

• his love language is quality time and physical touch so do with that what you will

• as for hating more self centered people, THIS MAN IS THE OPPOSITE SO… just sayin

• oh my flip i love him

• if you’re a part of niji and u ask for collabs or for him to do backup vocals for a cover he’ll just 🫠🫠🫠

• imagine him being emotional support through a horror game 😭💟💟

• also when he got his puppy, he totally kept it a secret from u because he wanted to surprise you with a little “child” 💟💟

• he doesn’t necessarily want kids so this was a really big step for him and you should be so so proud of our big golden retriever :((

• when cuddling, if you bring up the irony that hes so soft w you when he’s supposed to be “mean” and “evil” he’ll pout so hard

• okay this is just turning into hcs what

• anyway, please for the love of god treat him so, so well <3

RUNNERS UP: Fulgur Ovid, Claude Clawmark

[yunhogf]

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[sleepihaven]

Luxiem/Noctyx being absolutely WHIPPED for Vtuber!Reader and play fights for their attention! Maybe in MINECRAFT where all the members log in when they saw reader log in, inviting them to their activities— ACK! thank chu~ have a nice day ^^

Choose Me, Please !

Pairing: Luxiem x Reader

Synopsis: Trying to get their attention back so you can go back to what you were doing ? Scandalous

A/N: When your reqs are kinda hard for your little peanut brain to understand. This one is kinda short cuz im so sorry I had a hardtime I’m not too sure if this is the playfight banter you wanted, its more of just like a whining thing then again it kinda falls under playfight category idk anymore man o(-( I hope you enjoy

Vox Akuma

This man is literally head over heels with you, having your streams as background noise, superchatting you sometimes to tell you that you’re doing great and so on and so forth

So when he was doing a Minecraft stream with Luxiem and saw you logging in the game

“Oh oh oh oh!! Y/N is in!! Let’s go to her!!” He immediately moved his avatar to you spawned, jumping infront of you to greet you

‘Hey thereeeee, streaming?’ You typed in chat, it was your off day but wanted to hopcon Minecraft for some relaxation

‘Yeappp let me show you my castle’ Vox’s avatar runs off thinking you were following him but as he looked behind he sees your avatar seemingly chatting with Mysta’s in the chatbox.

‘Yea yea! I can show you around on what I’m working on Y/N!’ Mysta jumped around while your avatar is just crouching and staring at him

Vox from afar is reallllll jealous “Oh my God chat. Are you seeing this???” He sprints back to where you are and jumps between you and Mysta

“My boy, my doggy, my man. I know you love NTR but I asked Y/N first.” He crouched infront of Mysta

‘Ghgeoaugheoaughea I can come back to you later on Mysta! It ok, let’s go then Vox!’ You typed, heading towards his place

“Hehehehe onwards to Akuma castle then chat!”

Mysta Rias

He was actually gaming outside of stream, spending his free time on Minecraft building stuffs and exploring undergrounds when he saw you building your place from where he is right now

He runs up to your avatar and jumps around

‘What are you doing?’ he typed in

‘I’m just exploring around you?’

‘Same. Why don’t we do it together?’

And you did, went around together, finding some diamonds along the way while decide to hop in a vc together so your communications would be easier

It was until you met Shu along the way, he was streaming and was exploring around too.

‘Hey Shu!! Me and Mysta are just exploring’ He saw you type in the chatbox

‘Oh cool cool! Oh Y/N btw….’

And it became a long wide conversation with just your keyboard as asmr for Mysta’s ears

“Uhh… Y/N….” He stammered quietly, not wanting to disturb your conversation but he was exploring with you at first.

“Ah! Sorry sorry Mysta, Shu let’s save this conversation for later, I’m gonna go back exploring with Mysta okay!” He lit up when he saw you type back in

“Oh.. You didn’t have to really you were having a nice conversation with him after all.”

“Come on and leave you hanging like that? So sorry I got carried away, you invited me first to exploring after all come on!” Your avatar gets far deeper in the caverns, Mysta frozen in his spot as a smile slowly creeps on his face

Luca Kaneshiro

I mean you see how he plays minecraft. Super chaotic and all

He was doing off stream actually, just minding his own business in Minecraft when he saw his Youtube recommendation that you were streaming Minecraft

He immediately hopcon Minecraft to bother you with his house pranks or just chasing you in general

It took him awhile to find where you’re right now since the server is vast and you could be anywhere

And there you are, talking with Ike with the occasional jumps from your avatar and from his too

‘POOOGGGGGG Y/NNNN HIIIIIIIIII’ He typed in chat, earning a jump from your avatar

‘HIIII LUCAAAAA POG YOUUUU’

‘Hey there Luca’ Ike’s avatar jumped to greet him then proceeds to crouch

You three were just chatting then a lightbulb shined on your head

‘What about us three exploring around the server? That way we can have fun together’

‘Sounds great pog!’

‘That sounds like a good idea Y/N’

And there you three went, visiting every members places they built for themselves in Minecraft. The three of you even decided to jump in vc to make things easier

But at one point, Luca felt like the mean and evil mafia boss he is to just sweep you off to himself, so he devised a plan to distract Ike

Once everything is set in place, he waited for Ike to show you what he was working on before placing a TNT block down and then blowing it up

“WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT” Ike yelled, getting hit from the close defuse.

“Y/N come on come on let’s run.” Luca stage whispered running away from Ike with you

“I. Luca oh my God what was that for.”

“I just wanna distract Ike so I can hangout with you more. Pog idea right?” He laughs, content with the reaction Ike gave.

Ike Eveland

I know he rarely does Minecraft streams but get this

It took awhile to convince him to have a Minecraft collab stream together (caviar toast bribe totally didn’t happen I mean what)

At first you were joining him do Pak Taka’s parkour tower with him, sometimes getting left behind from how fast this man proceeds through the tracks

Until like Luca joins Minecraft to do God knows what he’s up to

‘POGGGG IKEY WIKEYYY Y/N YOU’RE HEREEEEE’ He typed in chat

‘Lucaaaaaa heeeyyyyyyyy poggg youuuu where are you rn’ You typed

‘I’m exploring how about u and ikey wikey?’

‘We’re doing Taka senpai’s parkour tower’ Ike replied

Then you both continued your trial and errors in attempting to beat the floor you’re in rn when you least expected Luca hopping in the vc you were in

“POOOOGGGGGGGGGG-“

“LUCA THAT SCARED ME!!!!” You yelped, going to discord to see him leave again after that

For the next few minutes, he keeps doing it just for fun but Ike was getting a tad bit frustrated that he gets you both off call and goes to call on DM.

You quickly muted your mic so your chat won’t hear your conversation with Ike, messaging Ike privately to do the same

“Ike, you ok..? You wanna take a break first or something to blow off some steam?”

“Yeah yeah, I am the one hanging out with you though” :<

“We can stay here y’know and keep up with our progress in the tower.”

“Mhm I was just frustrated at how Luca keeps trying to get your attention, and yes we can stay here in DM calls.”

You hummed in response before unmuting your mic to apologize to the chat and continued your way together.

Shu Yamino

He’s pretty chill in Minecraft, just some explorations underground or roaming around going in someone’s house to just see some of their possessions

Him inviting you to hopcon Minecraft off stream just to walk around and to have a stroll around the EN server together

“This is fun don’t you think?” He asked you on vc together, the sound of his keyboard tapping is like asmr to your ears

“Yeah Shu! Thanks for inviting me to this, its very relaxing from like a week of streaming together.”

“Eyyyy no worries Y/N, glad you are.” He responded, checking whoevers online in Minecraft

“Ey Mysta’s on.” You hear him getting all excited

‘Hey there bottom’ You joked in chat

‘Holy shit Y/N I’m not a bottom! Also nice to see you.’ He typed in

‘Eyyyyy Mysta whats up’ Shu typed in too

You three began chatting on the Minecraft chat, getting all distracted from what your original purpose was with Shu

Shu was enjoying the chat but he did promise you to explore together after all

‘Hey uh Mysta, don’t mean to sound rude but, me and Y/N were gonna explore and stuffs before we saw you getting on’

‘Oh. OHHHHH. OH SHIT IM SO SORRY DUDE’ Shu chuckled from his response

‘Nah its ok, besides we can hangout next time the three of us yeah?’

You and Shu send your goodbye greetings to Mysta before heading to your original direction

“Usually you don’t do that, what’s up?” You asked, being curious from how Shu acted

“It was nothing, I did promise you after all, I didn’t wanna break it.”

Masterlist

[goldenkirstein]

hello raf!!! first off, I wanna say that I love your blog and your fics. tysm for sharing them with us you are incredibly talented!

second, do you have other blog/moot recommendations for users who write for jean x reader? I wanna follow all of you you're all so amazing!

only if you can! :) have a nice night!

hi nonnie !! ty for the kind words!! yes i do, some of these are my moots, some are not but regardless they are all incredibly talented writers. there are so so so many writers that have jean fics, but i chose these ones because they have more than a few jean x reader !! these are also just based on my preferences, so if there is a writer not included here, i apologize !!

Please read all of these authors rules/dni’s as ik a few of them interact or post dark content and are 18+ blogs !! respect writers and their rules !!

@whats-her-quirk - what can i say that hasn’t been said, literally the reason i write on here and responsible for the first jean x reader fic i ever read, i love june. Absolutely phenomal, so fucking cool and talented. her writing makes me happy, to put it simply.

my fave fic: midnight ride & below freezing

@jean-does-not-have-a-horseface - the username speaks for itself, again i read her fics when i still was a ghost blog so i am quite sentimental lol, i think she might be working on a jean rockstar au series, im not sure tho, but regardless just a super talented writer !!

my fave fic: sketches of you

@welcometotheclubhoe - jay, oh my god, i love them and their blog, all of their jean fics are so. fucking. amazing. like chef’s kiss, have me sweating, screaming and crying, genuinely need to take a five minute break to walk around my room and contemplate the meaning of life. so yeah, jay’s a jeanius (shhhh i know its cringe)

@bakugohoex - a fellow jean simp, ria is not only the sweetest but just so fucking good at writing jean, fluff, angst and smut, her brain is so big because she’s responsible for one my favourite jean series and playlist tbh ahem:

my fave fic: stay & put on a show

@mikaberries - Mika is also one of the first aot writer blogs I followed, I found her first on tiktok and then followed here. super fucking talented, idk how she does it tbh. also just an all around good person and very sweet, I have nothing but respect and praise for her and her work.

my fave fic: innocent & car quickie

my fave fic: unrequited series

@fiaficsxo - i love fia and her writing, she is so talented and just an absolute gem. she also happens to be another fellow jean simp, which i love ffhkjhg. but fr her jean smut leaves me sweating. 

my fave fic: jersey girl

@seraphdreams - title of blog: jean love club. thats it. what more can i say. ceo of jean simping and being just remarkable, like honestly, seraph was the first one who popped into my mind when i read ur ask nonnie. do me a favour and read all of their jean fics, you will become enlightened.

my fave fic: mornings w/ jean & face sitting

@alert-arlert - genuinely adore ryn, for their writing and their presence here, i really love their headcanons for jean and honestly aside from fics, i really do get happy when i see them on my dash, coolest person ever omg, follow them for the vibes and the amazing writing

my fave fic: jean relationship hc’s & nsfw alphabet

@odmlevis: riz my loveeeee, so talented and so amazing, top notch writing and top notch person, i admire her so much, made me fall in love with fuckboy jean what more can i sayyyyy

my fave fic: jean + friends to lovers & falling in love w/ fuckboy jean

@dancingazaleas - crazy fucking talented, i cannot believe that i can just go to their blog and read for free. like i astral projected when i first read their work, transcended planes, i was dr. strange for like three minutes, thats what sorrels writing did to me. so go forth nonnie, unlock the secrets of the universe.

my fave fic: primrose & obedience (includes eren n mikasa)

@jarmeen: i love jas, they are sooooooo cool and their writing is just next level. just a super sweet individual, and helloooo read the title of their blog, and then read it again because they are right and everyone should go read their works !!

my fave fic: see you again

@valxeren: dilf jean. thats it. two words. deserves the nobel prize just for writing those fics, tbh tht shit changed my life, i was wandering my dashboard lost and unmotivated and then val graced me with dilf jean and im a better person now

my fave fic: clandestine

@kirschtienz: aman makes me happy, i love her, and her writing so much, if i were to choose a piece of writing to hug, it would be hers. i could go for days just praising her and still wouldn’t be enough, like the way she writes is just incredible

my fave fic: frats with benefits

@emepe: i thought to myself one day, hmm it would be nice to have friends to lovers fics for jean, and then tumblr said raf, baby, let me show u something and they pointed me towards mimi and said here is the answer to all your prayers. idk how to thank tumblr but fr only two chapters in and IM HOOKED. go read nonnie, goooo.

my fave fic: you and me and nothing more (includes eren)

i have realized that a good handful of these are smutty bshdsbhbf sorry not sorry. again, im so sorry if i missed anyone these are the writers that i could think of at the moment, and if you yourself are a writer then know that i love you and respect youuuu !!

happy reading nonnie :)

[ssreeder]

if you could have ANYYY scene from the liab series drawn what would it be?? you can do top 3/5 if you want…

also whats your favorite scene youve written?

ahhhh hi!! Sorry it’s taken me so long to answer!

I’m so sorry I get so weird when people ask me what scenes I want art for idk whyyyy! I know it’s silly because you’re offering but what I usually tell people is to pick their favorite scene and draw that? I like to see what you pick and idk it’s more fun that way!

Oh unmmm my favorite scene I’ve written? Huh…. Idk? (I know im so good at this ahhhh haha)

if I had to pick a scene I’d probably say I enjoy writing zukka together, like in liab it was the dishwashing scenes and the tree scene and in ria it was camping & cuddles idk they’re just so easy for me to write and I love how sokka is and how zuko responds so I enjoy them a lot.

I also enjoy writing scenes with Jet, he’s one of my favorite characters and he’s so smart and loyal and cool but hes also a toxic manipulator who kills people. hehehe, so when I get to write him talking to Katara or zuko and then that one sokka scene in the tent, it’s fun to show his characters different sides. Especially now that he is calming down and realizing he might want friends.

& I gotta add that I love writing is any scene from a Jee pov. I’ve made him stupidly complex for no reason and I’m excited for his story to unfold during ITF. Anytime I get to write him, like the dinner scene or watching iroh and How talk,,, ((and this upcoming market scene)) idk he’s just so fun. But in a I’m not fun I’m brooding for reasons and also pining and projecting and being all together just a fun character haha.

I’m sorry if this was random and not at all helpful but I ramble so sorry… hehe thanks for the ask anon if you do decide to art I will be thrilled whatever scene you pick!!

[hyperion-moonbabe-art3mis]

Blind Love

Prompt (bolded): “Despite everything, I still care about you” ~Ria’s Writing Challenge @im-a-writer-right​

Pairing: Bellamy Blake x Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

You had been sitting in the mess hall waiting to meet up with Raven, but she was taking forever. As you waited you watched as Pike sat across from Bellamy. You would do anything to get him out of Arkadia. They seemed to be talking about something sensitive, seeing how cautiously Pike and Bellamy were looking around.

Finally Raven had arrived but just as Pike had left Bellamy, “Hey, give me a moment,” I tell her and head towards Bellamy.

“What the hell was that?” You whisper to Bellamy taking a seat where Pike was.

“Nothing,” Bellamy says a bit louder than you.

“Well, whatever the hell it was. I don’t like it. Stay away from Pike, please. For me,” You say.

“But what if Pike is right?” Bellamy whispers back.

“Considering what happened during the Mt. Weather funeral. What he has in mind is wrong, the grounders aren’t the enemy. I know you want revenge for Gina but sticking with Pike, is the wrong choice, okay? Choose the right one,” You say and leave Bellamy.

“What was that about?” Raven asks as you sit next to Raven.

“Nothing. I just wanted to check in on Bellamy,” You say. 

“Oh, because you have a thing for him right?” Raven chuckles.

“How’s your leg?” You ask, changing the topic.

“Don’t you change topics on me. I’ll answer when you do,” Raven says.

“I just care for him, that’s all. Now, how’s your leg?” I ask once more.

“Sure...anyways it’s alright. Abby is being difficult about the whole work thing,” She sighs.

“I’m sure you’ll work it out. You’re strong, I know you can push through it,” I nudge her as her expression falls.

Later that night you and Harper were watching the gate along with Lincoln and Monroe. After the sun had set, you see Pike and Bellamy, along with a few others approach. Bellamy makes his way to you guys as the three of you walk towards him.

“You need to step aside, right now,” Bellamy says.

“What are the guns for?” Harper asks.

“There’s an army out there. We need to hit them before they hit us,” Bellamy states.

“That army was sent to protect us,” You respond.

“Do we have a problem?” Pike questions from behind Bellamy.

“No. I have always done what is best for us. I need you to trust that I am doing that now. Monroe, Harper.” He says trying to convince us. Monroe and Harper then back away.

“Sorry Lincoln and Y/N,” Harper says.

“If you have always done what’s best for us, then you know that staying here is. You know that the army is meant to protect us, not attack,” You state but get no response.

“You too Y/N and Lincoln. Lincoln, you want to prove you’re one of us, let us pass,” Pike demands.

“I’m not moving,” Lincoln says.

“Same here,” You sat settling in for a long standoff.

“Get outta the way, grounder.” A man yells and points his gun to Lincoln.

“If you’re pointing a gun to him, you’re pointing a gun to me,” You state and step in front of Lincoln and dropping your gun. 

“Don’t do this Y/N,” Bellamy whispers.

“If you don’t want them to shoot at me. You’d stop this,” You whisper back. Soon enough Lincoln steps in front of you and grabs the man’s gun and grapes him by the neck holding a knife to him. The rest of the group starts to aim the guns at Lincoln.

“Guns down. Guns down!” Bellamy yells to his group.

“Do what he says. Now,” Pike agrees and gets everyone to calm down.

“So much for the good grounder,” Monty’s mom states.

“Quiet, Hannah,” Pike responds not wanting to rouse anyone else. “Whose people are you defending here, Lincoln?” Pike asks.

“Lincoln put down the knife. No one has to get hurt here,” Bellamy says.

“We can’t let you start a war,” You inject.

“We’re already at war,” Pike responds.

“You guys can’t stop this,” Bellamy tries to stop Lincoln.

“All unstationed security personnel report to the main gate,” A man over the PA system says as an alarm starts to go off and repeats the message. 

“What’s wrong with you?” Octavia asks her brother after making her way to us. Soon enough the guards make their way to us and disarm the group. Abby has the guards take Bellamy, Pike, and the rest of the group taken to lock up. But before they can get the rest of the group out, multiple people in the group start to shout and vote that Pike be put on the ballot to be the next Chancellor. Just what you need, you think to yourself.

The next day you were informed that Pike had won the votes for Chancellor. You were outside trying to gather your thoughts. You noticed Pike, Bellamy and their group make their way to the gates.

“What are you doing Bellamy?” You question running in front of them.

“Making the right choice, now get out of the way,” Bellamy responds.

“No, I’m not moving. What you’re probably about to do, is not the right choice. And you know that Bellamy. Stop this now, don’t start a war,” You try to convince him to stop.

“Move out of the way grounder!” A man yells and points a gun at you.

“Stand down. She’s one of us,” Pike says moving towards you and pushing the man’s gun down. “I’m the Chancellor now and what we’re doing is right. Unless you want to land yourself in lockup, I would stand down now if I were you,” Pike explains.

“Yes, sir,” You step out of the way seeing as you’re outnumbered and Bellamy won’t stop but you know that you’re not done. 

You wait for hours, for Bellamy to return. You think of the best possible way that you can stop the war and keep Pike at bay. A more hours pass and the group finally made their way through the gates. You alert Octavia and the two of you wait on the sidelines.

“Bellamy, you okay?” Octavia asks as the two of you make your way over to them.

“I’m fine,” Bellamy responds coldly.

“What happened out there?” You ask hoping to get an idea. But Bellamy just walks past the two of you.

“I’ll go talk to him, see if I can get anything out,” You say and head off as Octavia nods. You wait until Pike is done with his little speech and Bellamy is somewhere you can talk to him. You follow him into the Ark and wait until no one is around.

“Hey, can I talk to you?” You ask making your way to Bellamy.

“Can it wait? Pike needs me right now,” Bellamy pleads.

“Not it can’t. Please, now?” You ask but more demand. He sighs and follows you into your room.

“What the hell, Bellamy. You know you just started a war, right?” You say.

“The war started when the grounders set up camp near us,” Bellamy states back.

“Are you serious right now? You know they were here to protect us,” You respond.

“They blew up Mt. Weather. They killed Gina,” Bellamy says getting upset.

“Look, Bellamy. I get it, I really do. I get that you want revenge for Gina. I’d do anything to get my parents back. But you siding with Pike, the wrong side! Isn’t the way to do it,” You say trying to make your voice calming.

“You’re wrong Y/N. I have to do this, the grounders started the war and we have to end it,” Bellamy responds.

“You’re wrong, Bell. Just please stop now. I know this isn’t going to end well on either side. I don’t want you or anyone else to get hurt,” You say even calmer.

“Like I said, I have to do this. Now stay out of this, I don’t want to see you get hurt either,” Bellamy says and moves to the door.

“Bell, wait,” You turn him to face you but he keeps his head down. “ If you don’t want to lose me, you’ll let this go. I know you loved Gina but I also know that she held you back from...me. I love and care for you Bellamy and I know you care for me too. But I can’t stand here and take in this side of you. I will fight back if I have to,” You state putting your feelings out there, hoping it will stop him.

Bellamy sighs and brings his eyes to yours, “You’re right and despite everything we’ve gone through on the ground and with each other, I do still care about you. And I do love you, I didn’t realize it until now, but I know I do. But I told you I have to do this, not just for her, but for our people too,” Bellamy states and starts to head out of my room.

“Bell,” You stop him once again. “If you really do love and care for me, then you’d stop this and put yourself on the right side,” You say but he just walks out of your room.

You’re left with your own thoughts to process what just happened. How can he love you but not listen to you and realize that he’s on the wrong side you think to yourself.

A/N:  So I really don’t know how but I wrote this in 2 hours. I know I changed the prompt a bit but seeing as how things were playing out, i thought it worked. But TBH idk if the prompt worked where it did and I liked what I had written so much that I just kept it. Please lmk if it did, because I’m really unsure of the placement ahah. Otherwise, I'm really proud of this fic haha, I hope you all enjoyed it! 

(P.s. Idk if the title even works, but that’s what I came up with haha)

[silvenys]

LITERALLY LIKE IM SO TIRED AFTER SCHOOL THAT I DONT EVEN GET TO READ BEFORE BED

OH NO YOU DONT TALK ANYMORE IM SORRY HOPEFULLY YOU GET TO TALK AGAIN SOON

HAHAHA DEPRESSED TORTILLA CLUB THERAPY PLS IT WOULD JUST BE US SITTING IN A CIRCLE EATING TORTILLAS OR LIKE FUCKING QUESADILLAS OR SOMETHING AND TALKING AND RANTING ABOUT OUR PROBLEMS lowkey that’d be so fun tho we need to do that actually

TOGETHER FOREVER RIA AND TINA *jazz hands* DEPRESSED! I LOVE THAT SO MUCH IT SHOULD BE OUR NEW MOTO

YES IM GLAD I LIKE MY ENGLISH CLASS AT THE LEAST BECAUSE I ACTUALLY LIKE ENGLISH. YES IVE GOT YOU TAYLOR AND EVERYONE ELSE well maybe if Taylor released a red single soon 🙄 THANK YOU AND YES DOING IT FOR THE ACADEMIC VALIDATION OFC ria I literally feel like I’m always burnt out and I’m just using the last tiny bit of energy for school that I can bUT I’m barely hanging in there SO WE GOODDDD THANK YOU TORTILLA SORRY FOR RANTING I FEEL BAD EVEN THOUGH YOU SAID THE SAME THING STILL I FEEL BAD BUT WE CAN BOTH RANT

LITERALLY THE SCHOOL IS NOT EVEN READY TO HEAR ABOUT WHAT THEYVE DONE TO ME MENTALLY SO THATS A WHOLE CONVERSATION RIGHT THERE AND LET ME TELL YOU THEY WOULDNT EVEN CARE I AGREE

Omg okay tinas amazing step by step advice, here I come to the rescue. THATS SO CUTE THAT WOULD BE SO NICE. if it were me you were asking I’d be socially awkward but I’d probably say sure. I’d actually very much like that because I don’t have many friends AND SOMEONE WANTS TO PLAY IMESSAGE GAMES WITH ME OFC IDK WANT TO THAT WOULD LITERALLY MAKE MY DAY AND IM SURE ITLL MAKE HERS

okay so step one just like go over and sit next to her

Step two be like chill and ask her hey blah blah whatever you want to say

Step three she either said no or she said yes and now you’re bus besties and you’ll probably get to sit next to her every other day on the bus now because you get to do this together yay!

These are great steps to follow! 🙌

BUT YES THAT WOULD BE SO NICE AND EVEN IF YOURE A BIT SHY MAYBE SHE IS TOO SO ITS OKAY GOODLUCK TORTILLAI

W H Y did. i just see this

i vaguely remember this conversation

WE WILL TALK ABOUT FUCKING QUESADILLAS CAUSE THEY ARE AMAZING SHUSH THE CLUBNIW EXISTS I DONT NAKE THE RULES ITS OPEN ANYTIME

SAME I JSUT DO JOTHING EVEN IF I HAVE STUFF TO DO

TOGETHER FOREVER ITS RIA AND TINA *JAZZ HANDS* DEPRESSED! IS OUR NEW MOTTO AGAIN I DONT MAKE THE TULES

hah taylor never released that single BUT RED IS COMING OHR AND THE FILM. YESS FOR THE ACADAMIC VALEDATION

:( IM SOREY THATS AWFUL AND DONT BE SOREY FOR RANTING THATS WHAT WERE HE RE FOR AND TE CLYB IS HERE FOR BUT HANG IN THERE YOUR ALMOST TO THANKSGIVING AND RED

IK AHD THEY BLAME US YA KNOW AND JUST CALL EVERYONE TRIUBLE KDIS NO

THATS GOOD SHE LINDA HAS A LOT OF FRIENDS AND I NEVER ENDED UP DOING IT BUT IM STILL WORKING UP THE COURSGE TO TALK TO HER ON THE BUS

i will follow your advice 🙌

THANK YOU NINA

[mirclealignr]

Appreciation Post 🤎

back at it again, my loves. I’m ✨annoying✨ anyway here ya go <3

@approved-by-dentists CLARISSA! my love, my dude, my bro, babe, have i ever told you how much i love you? Because it’s a lot, like a lot a lot. You’re funny, seriously your humour is top tier, you’re unbelievably supportive and ik i could tell you/vent anything and you’d be there no matter what. Alskskkaks i wish we lived closer so i could give you a hug bc ilysm. Your writing is genuinely phenomenal and your mind is beautiful. I could go on all day about how amazing you are if i could, you were one of the first friends I made on here and i cherish you. Sorry i ratted you out in among us bby <3

@im-a-writer-right RIA BBY! omg i love you you’re so hilarious it genuinely hurts. I acc cackle whenever i talk to you, throwing my head back in fits of laughter. Snuggluffagus, you’re so precious and amazing and talented and beautiful. Schmoopie, you’re my affectionate drinking buddy and i couldn’t wish for anything better. You gotta start believing in yourself more because you’re one of the best people i’ve ever met <3

@hufflepuffgirly AMBER! So we haven’t been talking very long, i know, but i really just love you. You’re such a god damn ball of sunshine and a beautiful soul and your writing reflects that completely. You’re such a cutie, so supportive and kind, agh you’re amazing and i could rave about you all day. I love talking to you (even if we both are awful with replies) and i can’t wait to do it more in the future <3

@potterverseimagine LEE! You bloody queen omg. You’re so intelligent? You’re so talented? You’re so amazing? You’re so beautiful? The literally support from you warms my heart and to see your blog grow makes my heart swell. I love talking to you and getting to know you more (and your chaos) and you’re so kind, it genuinely hurts how kind you are. We stan this queen <3

@coffee--writes BRIANNA, if I could, i would shout shakespeare insults at you all day long and never tire of it. That last one you did had me deceased. You’re so amazing and intelligent and i know that whatever you do, you’re going to achieve great things. Your writing is amazing and so unique i literally fall in love every time. I love talking with you, I hope to more in the future because as we’ve found out, our music/book/movie tastes are the best <3

@dogweedanddeathcaps LEE! JESUS CHRIST! omg, i could do it in all caps but i think that’s too far. I actually adore you. You’re incredibly strong, powerful and amazing and someone who i will always aspire to be like. You’re the most supportive squishy bean and i’ve missed you dearly. I’m glad i have the chance to talk to your more because i love doing it. Not only that, but your writing literally does something to me, i can’t cope. I’m always going to be your number one fan <3

@birdie-writes BIRDIE! hello alsksksk. Okay i know we don’t talk a lot, i know and it’s a shame because you’re such an amazing person that really only deserves the best. You’re so talented, your writing and mood boards are such an asset to this community and i know you’re going to far. YOURE WONDERFUL and please don’t let anyone tell you otherwise <3

@yourssuccubus SOOKIE! my boo, again we don’t talk a large amount but you’re amazing. I really think you are. Your writing is phenomenal and i will never get over how long it took me to find it - i’m a fool. You’re beautiful, and funny, and a really incredible person that deserves a lot of happiness. ILY BBY <3

@masterofthedarkness VAL! babe, the fact that you’ve been here so long makes me teary eyed. You were one of the first ones here and i can’t thank you enough for all the support you’ve given me in that time. You yourself are an amazing writer and an even more amazing person. Your chaos and kindness fit so well together, you’re such a bean. <3

@decalcomanei REN! i simp, simping goes both ways, my love. Your writing is phenomenal and that’s not the only place you have incredible talent. Everything you put out just shows off how amazing you are. Alsjsnkask and you can always make me laugh, ilysm. You’re just- mwah <3

@blisfvll JEN! i’m so sorry i said i was intimidated by you lmao. Okay but for real, i know we don’t talk a lot but ily. You’re like? So amazing? I die whenever you reblog something of mine. Your writing is just so incredible and you’re amazingly talented. Like share? Kidding, keep your talent, that’s something you’re allowed to be selfish with <3

@iliveiloveiwrite MILLIE! aldksnkadk i know we don’t talk a lot, or have only recently started but ILY! Not only do i fangirl over your blog and every time we interact or you reblog something of mine, but you’re such a supportive person. Literally kills me how kind you are (and patient because i’m an idiot ;’)) You’re talented, intelligent, wonderful and literally i will never get over your writing. ever. <3

@leahstypewriter LEAH! You’re amazing. Your mind and imagination is your greatest asset and wow wow wow i know you’re going places, i just know it. Because no one with that much talent won’t go places. It’s impossible. I can’t wait to see your books in shops and sitting on shelves. Your beautiful, wonderful and incredible strong for dealing with all that you have and being able to get through it. Ily bby <3

@chaotic-fae-queen ANNA! omg bby ily and how kind and supportive you are. You’re patient, understanding and there for anyone who needs it. You are nothing short of a squishy bean whose talent will always amaze. You’re strong and good natured and ily <3

@just-a-belgian-girl SHAYNA! we don’t taking a whole lot but i just think you’re one of the most adorable people that is so supportive and amazing. I love interacting with you and talking with you because you just bring a smile to my face, always <3

@mytreec AHH HI HELLO! i know we don’t talk but your reblogs and comments actually mean the world to me. I literally can’t describe how happy it makes me when i see you’ve reblogged something of mine. And then to see that you write your own fics now is ever better, you’re incredibly talented <3

@willowbleedsonpaper MIMI! omg i missed you while you were gone but you’re back and ily. I can gush and ik you’re gonna see it. You’re amazing, wonderful, incredible and talented and just a spectacular person that deserves all the love and support in the world, just like you give it - which always warms my heart <3

@chudleycanons EMMY! hi i know we’re fairly new mutuals but like hello hi ily. Your writing is incredible and i can’t believe it’s taken me this long to find it. I haven’t finished your series but i know when i do i’m going to be screaming about it. I love everything you put out, it’s amazing and you’re so cute!!!!! <3

@ccelinewritess CELINE! hi :) i know we don’t talk but um hi :) i think you’re really amazing and idk why but i really just wanna hug you. Um yeah, you’re incredible and your blog aesthetic is everything ily :) <3

@andromedaa-tonks MIA! hello :) i know we don’t talk but your gifs are amazing, i really love them. Like a lot and you’re so relatable god damn. Anyway, ily and um you’re wonderful <3

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Thanks @withbeautyandrage for tagging me!

Rules : Answer 30 questions (Any questions of your choice) and tag 20 at most blogs you want to get to know better

Tagging @freckles-spangledvampire @anotherbeingsworld @bisexualdumbass-blog @lolimugly @ohnobbwhatisyoudoing @oxjenayxo + others who wants to do it as well!

name/nickname: i usually go by belle, and sometimes ria! i think im fine with any nickname tbh ;-;

gender: female (bi)

zodiac sign: aries!

height: THIS IS EMBARRASSING but im 5 flat 😭

birthday: 15th april

lucky number: actually none...?

when did you create this blog: october 2020

what do i post: everything that i like, welcome to my home ☺

last thing i googled: microscopic image of a sea urchin's test*s ( for uni ;;)

do i get asks: not much, except from my friends, so thank you to them. i get excuse to avoid uni work 🤩

why did i choose my url: i change my url according to what my current focus is. i used to be rookitcarrera when i was posting much abt choices but i am now more focused on twc and mason doesnt have a last name so :") sorry my url is literally the product of my one braincell

my current project and my wips: ooooh i actually have so much that i want to continue writing 😭 as of now im focused with this untitled collection featuring UB though and i really hope i can finish them soon.

favorite artists: OMG i have so much?? but these days i'm listening much from taylor swift, kodaline, day6, and paramore. im trapped in a mood ;-;

song stuck in my head: iris by goo goo dolls because ive been associating it with mason and now it wont leave my head because;; my head is in a 24/7 mason spree rn

favorite song of all time: OOOH again, i have so many but i would say taylor swift's fearless (it has a special place in my heart), the one by kodaline, endlessly by the cab, and lifetime by ben&ben!

last movie: the avengers! i just watched it earlier

last show: merlin! i only started watching it bc i saw gwaine but like now i am genuinely enjoying it so i started from the beginning ;-;

favorite food: a lot ,, im a foodie??? foods i can eat everyday though: pizza, burger, aglio olio, ice cream, and cookies.

food i hate: hate is absolutely a strong word, but i cant eat matcha that much;-; and oh, okra.

favorite color: blue. pastel and dark green. pastel orange. wine red. lilac and lavender purple. i just... love colors HSHDHSHF

favorite animal: dogs, water bears, and oh no how can you make me choose? animals are the best things in the planet ever 🥺

what i'm currently wearing: a bralette top and pajama shorts, i'm still in bed soooo

dream job: i always wanted to be a pediatrician, or a cardio-thoracic surgeon, so any of the twooo

dream trip: Santorini, Greece (aka the place which convinced me that travelling the world would be so nice )

currently reading: do school stuff count?? i cant read books these days because i have so many readings in uni UDJAJSJJD

currently thinking about: mason. him and the answers for these questions 😌

fun fact: when i am not okay or hella serious i literally dont use emojis, dont do keyboard smash, and i type with proper punctuations ( I TYPE LIKE CRAZY WHEN IN NORMAL MODE SO ://) anyway IDK if that was a fun fact, so here's another: i'm literally a very weak and clumsy person so i literally tripped and fell more than i can count my whole life. are these okay for fun facts?

top three fictional universes: dps, twc, and any universe with royals ;;

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:o I remember when I was younger I wanted to live in Washington idk why but I really was adamant

DONT WORRY IM HERE FOR YOU BUDDY

Hmmmm what about nina cause it rhymes with tina

Nah. You are riaght. The seal of approval

Well that’s probably because Washington is superior to all states cause it’s all green and trees and the weather is prefect and raining and the vibe is great

THANK YOUU 💕💕💕💕💕

Oooh Nina is kinda cool. I’ve never really been given a nickname I’m excited

Yes yes yes

Hmm I cant just call you ree-uh that’s the same thing as ria

It’s hard to think when I have you’re not sorry stuck in my head cause it’s just like YOre not SORRy NoNo wOAHH -ya know

Uhhhh hmmmm thinking thinking mmmhhmm riiiaaaa yep yes mhm

[yunhogf]

👌🏻☕️🌸👌🏻

[with-love-anu]

Hi. Im sorry to hear about Ria. Even though im not exactly sure what happened. Is she alright?( I'm really trying to hope for the best. Idk what happened. ). I was just thinking yesterday about how i haven't seen any of you on my dash recently and i wanted to check in. Are you ok?

Hi, Ria died in a truck accident yesterday. Riley and Elodie were brave enough to inform us- you can check it on the last posts of her blog.

I will be okay- can you all not ask me that for a small time? And this is a request to everyone reading this. I'm just sad and I will be better.