#I’m reading my thoughts and sometimes I’m like so true bestie and sometimes I’m like BESTIE WHAT THE FUCK

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I hate looking through my fic lists because IT MAKES ME WANNA READ THEM ALL AGAIN

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CLARA BOW // charles leclerc

charles leclerc x figureskater!reader

part 2 part 3 part 4

summary: you're an aspiring olympic gold medalist who just wants to compete and have fun. on the way there, a handsome monegasque f1 driver slides into your dms and changes the trajectory of your life.

note: my first time doing a smau! i've seen and read so many of these that i thought i may as well add one to the pile. there's one tiny error here, and that's the date on some of the tweets: they're in march. winter olympics takes places in february, but i've just decided to ignore it for the sake of the story and pretend that it's in march.

the fc here is mariah bell, but feel free to imagine yourself or whoever you want. comment, like, and reblog if you enjoyed this and want a pt. 2 (maybe with some actual writing in it??)

y/n l/n

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y/n l/n Arms up! Ready for the ride of a lifetime!

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nat_.nug y/n looks like a princess!

sk8tergurl95 ok but the way you literally float off the ice!?

graciegold95 good luck! rooting for you! ❤️ by author

y/n l/n hello?? my literal inspiration 🥹

cyannnnna the olympic gold medal for ladies' figure skating is coming back to the u.s.! i just know it! ❤️ by author

sportsillustrated

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sportsillustrated Meet Y/N L/N and her Olympic bronze medalist coach Adam Rippon (right), in this snapshot taken outside of the Wagon Wheel Figure Skating Club in Crystal Lake, Illinois, just a month before the winter Olympics commence! L/N, 23 years of age, is the U.S. favorite to win a title in Beijing. In an interview with Sports Illustrated Magazine (link in the bio), L/N talks of her hopes, fears, strengths and weaknesses going into the competition.

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heyitslena thanks for clarifying which one of them adam is, @sportsillustrated 😭

y/n l/n thanks for having me, guys! an absolute honor to be featured!

lecfosigirlie came here to like a post about my fave figure skater, only to see charles lurking in the likes 😮

sharleclair thank god i'm not hallucinating 😭 what is he doing here?

annaisstoopid sometimes i start feeling good about myself, then i remember y/n l/n started casually figure skating at 16, won her first world championship at 20, and is now officially an olympic athlete 😭

y/n l/n

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y/n l/n Hey look it’s me on Instagram again!! 😂 Just popped on to share some photos of the most amazing experience of my life!! Can’t wait for my turn on the ice next week!! GO USA❤️ thank you all so much for your support, I can feel it all the way over here in China 🥰🥰

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cassievilleneuve go bestie go! win this one so i can beat your ass in milano-cortina '26 😉 ❤️ by author

y/n l/n still so sad you couldn't come 😢 but i know 2026 is gonna be your year! ❤️ by cassievilleneuve

cassievilleneuve the friends that skate together stay together 🫡

charles_leclerc that's a nice color jacket 😉❤️

y/n l/n it is, isn't it? 😄

adiforza omg!?

f1wagfr are ya'll seeing this or am i still drunk 😳

danielricciardo 👀 👀

f1wagfr DANIEL WHAT DO YOU KNOW

avtrusova ❤️

y/n l/n ❤️

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charles_leclerc Smiiiiiiiiiile, P1!! All about that last lap in Q3 and I’m very happy with the job done today. Can’t wait for tomorrow 🇦🇺

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y/n l/n congrats 🎉 those were some epic moves you pulled off today! i may be an f1 convert ❤️ by author

cassievilleneuve muahahahaha mission success!

lenalenalena girl your competition is literally 3 days away how are you finding time to watch a race 😭

charles_leclerc thank you so much 😊 although it does not compare to skating and jumping on ice

y/n l/n i'm sure that's not true! there must be so much training that goes into driving like that if you lose weight every time you compete!

charles_leclerc the training can be pretty intense 😄 would you like to come and see?

lecfosigirlie asdfhergerkfje!!!

amylovescharlie ladies and gentlemen we've lost him 😭

ferrarifurlyfe charles rizzclerc!?!?

[srjlvr]

SEVEN ROYALTIES

“once upon a time a prince mistakenly fell in love with the wrong princess” — kim sunoo

kim sunoo x fem!reader genre: mistakenly falling in love , strangers to lovers , fluff , a bit of angst ! warnings: none (at least not that im aware of! please update me if you find anything!!) || NOT FULLY PROOFREAD !!

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NOTE. besties its been A REAL WHILE!! i’ve been trying to balance my life but i fail miserably honestly. i wrote all of this on one of my free days instead of studying for math!!😭 you better like it or i’ll cry. please leave feedbacks!! i love reading them!! hope you have a good day / afternoon / evening / night!! mentions of jungwon’s story are here too!!<3

“y/n did you forget you have manners class today? get up!” your mother was the one to wake you up after your maids failed attempts, she pulled your blanket away and you groaned.

manners classes always annoyed you. probably because it had something to do with ‘how to act in front of your future husband’ rules and manners.

“do i have to go?” you whined. your mother raised her eyebrow, “did you really just ask me that question?”

you rolled your eyes and got up, “i’m up, you can go now”

she left your room without saying anything else. you sighed loudly and sat on your bed.

“good morning your highness, let’s get you ready” one of your maids smiled softly at you.

“give me only five more minutes” you begged and she shook her head, “your mother will get furious if you’ll be late”

you closed your eyes in defeat, you know she’s right. sometimes you wish your mother wouldn’t be so strict about everything in your life.

after getting ready you rushed to eat dinner with your parents, who were already waiting for you.

“mother, father” you greeted them, without even a good morning.

your relationship with your parents is quite weird. if you’d be asked to address it you would’ve said its a co-workers relationship. you barely talk about your problems with them, nor they ask about your well-being. all they care about is royalty, royalty and royalty.

“have you heard? hybe’s kingdom will have a ball for their youngest’s birthday” your father spoke.

“oh yes! i saw the invitation” your mother answered, “it’s a no-adults party except for his older brothers, y/n you’re invited there”

you glanced at your mother who was busy cutting her bread, “hm?”

“hybe kingdom invited all younger royals to celebrate the youngest son’s birthday, you’re definitely going!!” your mother smiled.

“you’ll be able to meet your future husband there! we didn’t want you two to meet up yet but who knows, maybe it’ll be a start of something” your father added.

“we’ll tell you into more details later, now go to your class! your teacher is waiting” your mother ordered and you did as she said.

you’ve had manners classes as soon as you turned into a beautiful young lady, according to your mom, you should’ve taken them earlier—so you’d be more prepared and will have some manners in front of her friends.

when you turned fifteen, your family already informed you they decided on your future husband, and you had no option to resist, they forced this marriage on you and didn’t even give you the chance to say no.

you’ve never heard of the man, you don’t know anything about him. the only thing you do know is that you’re going to get married to him as soon as you turn 21 which means, your clock is ticking and you’re slowly going out of options.

ever since you can remember yourself, you wanted your own fairytale love story, a one love story that will make anyone envy you, a one true love story you can use when you want to tell your future kids a night story, a one true love story where you’d be the one to pick the person you’ll spend the rest of your life with.

your parents however, thought it was a good joke, and always used to laugh at it.

“true love story? there’s no such a thing” your mother always says.

“we got married for the benefit of our kingdoms, and we fell in love through the marriage, you’ll get to experience it too” your father adds.

“marrying someone you don’t know isn’t that bad! you’ll get to know each other after the wedding” your parents both love to laugh about it whenever they could.

your manners class should’ve been called ‘how to be a good wife’ class in your opinion, you learn nothing other than how to behave around your future husband and how to take care of him. stupid primitive royalties.

“good morning y/n, let’s get to class quickly” your teacher who had been waiting for you in your usually room greeted you and you greeted her back.

“what do you do if your husband tells you that he’s tired from duties and he’s hungry but the maids are already asleep?” you teacher asked.

you sighed before answering, “i get up and massage him, then go to the kitchen and make him something the eat”

your teacher clapped her hands in excitement, “that’s all for today, good job!”

this life is tiring.

when you look at your other friends who you’ve met in ball events, they seem to enjoy their single life. none of them was promised to marry someone they don’t like, so where did you go wrong?

feeling too tired from class, you decided to go and take a short nap, it wouldn’t hurt to go back to sleep right? it’s not like you have something important to do anyway.

before going to nap you laid down on your bed and stared at the ceiling.

“will i ever get to meet the person i would choose to marry?” you asked yourself before you drafted to sleep.

“sunoo!! focus!” while you were sleeping loudly, the fifth prince of hybe kingdom was busy taking manners class.

“i was just now at (your kingdom’s name) kingdom, how come it’s easier to teach ladies than gentlemen?” his teacher complained.

his teacher is your teacher as well, but of course both of you doesn’t know that.

“i apologize” sunoo quickly then bowed as an apologetic gesture.

“focus!” the teacher tsked and sunoo sat straight.

“if your wife comes home from duties and she tells you she’s quite tired, what do you do?” she asked.

“i’d ask her to tell me how her day was and i’ll make her some food” sunoo smiled widely and the teacher shook her head.

“no, no, no! you ask your maids to make her something to eat!” his teacher sounded disappointed.

sunoo pout, he didn’t understand the logic behind it all, a husband needs to take care of his wife, and what are those manners classes? who made those stupid classes anyway?

out of all 7 brothers, his parents chose him as the one who needs to suffer the most in his opinion.

sunoo is the only one who has been taking manners classes, and he’s the only one who’s promise to marry someone he doesn’t know.

does his parents think he won’t be able to find someone he’d like to marry?

“that’s it for today, practice and study more! for the next time i want you to be better” the teacher left without giving him a chance to send her off.

she must be really angry then, huh?

sunoo then sighed and gathered his papers.

“tough day?” he heard a voice and shoot his eyes to the figure who was standing right at the door.

“you could say that” sunoo nodded and dropped his glance.

jungwon pitied his older brother, he has always been the one to suffer from their parents’ endless bickering, and jungwon always wondered why’s that.

“just hold it in for a while, it’s going to end soon” jungwon walked closer to his brother and pat his shoulder.

sunoo groaned, “easy for you to say, you already basically know who you’re going to marry”

jungwon smiled a bit, “mom and dad are starting to get on your nerves, aren’t they?”

sunoo nodded, “can’t they just let me live my life the way i want to?”

a door slammed and you woke up immediately.

“i apologize your majesty, the queen asked me to wake you up from your nap” one of your maids said, “she wants to meet you in the garden”

you dismissed your maid and went down to your castle’s garden, your favorite place on earth.

“mother,” you called her, “you were asking for me”

your mother who was sitting on one of the benches turned her glance to you and smiled, “do you know why i called you, y/n?” she asked.

you shook your head and moved closer to her.

“your wedding of course!” she opened her arms and hugged you.

you let out a big sigh, of course! why would she want to talk with you about anything else?

“i’m joking, joking” she giggled, “i was a bit bored, i wouldn’t mind some company”

you nodded and proceeded to sit on the bench next to her. both of you sat in silence, she looked pretty relaxed, but you’re always being extra careful around her.

“have you ever heard of hybe kingdom?” she suddenly asked.

“no, the only thing i know about them is that they’re seven siblings, and each one is soon to get a throne”

“their family is quite weird i must say,” your mother chuckled, “the oldest son is going to marry a commoner! can you believe it??”

you nodded, “if they really do love each other, they deserve to be happy together”

your mother looked at you in disbelief, “it’s not a good reason to break a royal rule!” she argued.

“what royal rule? they’re ancient and no one’s even looking at them anymore!!” you argued back.

“ancient or not!! a royal rule is a royal rule!!”

“sometimes love is more important than a stupid rule!!”

“you—“ your mother stopped for a second to take a deep breathe, “if that’s another way of you to try and convince me to let you marry whoever you want, it’s not going to work”

you rolled your eyes and looked away, “you don’t even realize how important it is to me” you mumbled and she stayed quiet, completely ignoring what you’ve just said.

“you’re going to meet your soon to be husband at hybe’s kingdom party, you should be prepared”

eventually you left her alone and went back to your room, you had nothing to talk about together anyway.

“there you are sunoo!! we’ve been searching for you!!” hybe’s queen remarked.

“hello mother” sunoo whispered.

“your teacher told me you’re not doing well!! sunoo, what’s wrong with you?” she raised her voice and sunoo shut his eyes.

“if you’d just let me feel free and let me do what i want maybe i’ll be able to be mannered enough for you!” he spoke back and his mother stepped back.

“sunoo!!”

“what? did i say something wrong? instead of letting me find someone i’d truly love and want to marry, you’re forcing me into it!” he raised his voice back.

“this is not up to discussion!! your marriage is final!” his mother fired back, “it’s okay if you dont love her now, you’ll force yourself into it and eventually fall in love!”

sunoo sighed and tears filled his eyes, “you’d never let me live the way i want to, would you?”

his mother stayed quiet and he slowly nodded, “got it” he whispered and went to his room.

the next mornings felt all the same, manners class and getting back to sleep, it was the same for sunoo, other than the fact that he had to help his younger brothers with their own love stories. love stories that he’d never have.

“i don’t know what to do, it hurts, i miss her” jungwon cried to his older brother as he hugged him and suggested him a few steps.

looking at his brothers living freely as they want made him really happy for them, but also envy them for being their parents’ favorite in his opinion.

eventually, ni-ki’s birthday came and everyone around the castle were busy getting ready.

“good morning sunoo! time to get ready” the maids said and he barely got himself up.

“you’re going to meet your soon-to-be wife!! isn’t that exciting?” jay, who came in together with sunoo’s maids, decided to tease him a bit.

sunoo groaned and covered himself with his pillow.

“get up sleepy head! it’s your brother’s birthday today!! at least wish him a happy birthday!!” jay took the pillow and threw it at him a few times.

sunoo really didnt want to wake up today. dont get him wrong, he loves his brother, its just something about today that makes it extremely hard for him to wake up.

“right, what was her name again?” this was the exact reason sunoo couldn’t wake up, his parents couldn’t even recall his future wife’s name!

“nevermind, you need to go get ready!” his father commented.

“you’ll know it when you see her, she’s awfully pretty!” both of them said and pushed him back to his room to get ready.

“oh my dear! you’re awfully pretty!” your mother clapped as you gave her a twirl of your dress.

“you’re only saying that because you’re my mom” you scoffed and she shook her head.

“you really are really pretty, our pretty princess” your father got involved and smiled.

you gave them a short smile, “thank you—“

“can you believe it? you’re going to meet your future husband!! are you ready for it?” your mother stepped closer to you, cupping your cheeks in both hands.

“no” you sighed. “well then, be ready for it! we don’t want him to think you’re messy and unorganized”

what does not being ready for this even have to do with being messy and unorganized??

you just nodded and closed your eyes. if you start crying now, the beautiful makeup your maid had put on you would get ruined.

“we’re so proud of you, y/n” both of them said and you just nodded.

“oh! you look exactly like a prince” his brother sunghoon remarked. “i didnt look like one up until now?” sunoo rolled his eyes but sunghoon only chuckled.

“hey im just joking, you look really good sunoo” the older complimented him and sunoo smiled, “thank you”

“off you go!! enjoy the party!” your parents said as they sent you off to hybe kingdom, with a thumping heart you smiled and nodded.

five minutes into the drive and it finally sank into your mind, your parents never mentioned his name, not even once.

quick!! what should you do?? risk it all and just continue the drive and hope to find him in mysterious way? or get back to your parents and ask them for it??

obviously option one is the best option.

“we have arrived, your majesty” your driver informed you and went out to open the door for you.

you took a few deep breaths, “you can do it”

as you got out you saw lots of princesses and princes, all entering the big and beautiful castle.

“please welcome princess y/n from (name of kingdom)” the door opened for you and all eyes were on you, you hated it, you hated this welcoming.

it was somehow a royal thing, to inform of a royal entering a castle, but then what? it drew everyone’s attention to you.

you felt everyone’s gaze on you, mumbling nothings and whispering whatever. you slowly entered deep into the crowd until the other royals didnt care about you anymore.

“hello there, beauty” you heard someone say, you turned around to meet with a very pretty looking guy.

“hello” you replied back and extended him your hand for him to kiss.

you hated this too, the feeling of a stranger on your hand, why was this even a royal rule??

“i couldn’t stand seeing you alone so—“

“and finally, please welcome the hybe family” all of your heads turned to the door.

first one to enter was prince heeseung, you could see him searching for a specific person in the crowd and as soon as he saw her, he smiled.

second to enter was prince jay, he looked super focused, he too, was searching for a specific person in the crowd.

third to enter was prince jake, he looked so peaceful somehow, as if he already knew where was the specific person he was searching for.

fourth to enter was prince sunghoon and god, his visuals were no joke, whoever will end up with him definitely won a handsome one of a kind.

fifth to enter was prince sunoo, as soon as he entered you felt as if the world had stopped.

you two somehow made an eye contact for a few good seconds, as if he already found the person he was searching for.

is he….? no, he can’t be, can he?

the voice of the welcoming of the sixth prince woke you up from your deep thoughts.

sixth to enter was prince jungwon, he looked around, smiling at everyone while obviously trying to search for someone.

“and lastly, please welcome the birthday boy, riki!” as the seventh prince riki entered, everyone clapped and cheered.

only he, was smirking at everyone. he was definitely up to something.

as the party started, you started to feel tired. what if you just ditch early? no one will notice anyway.

you started walking towards what you thought was the exit, turns out it was a door for the castle’s garden.

“great, how do i get out now” you mumbled.

you heard steps behind you and turned around immediately.

your eyes widened as you saw the person that was standing in front of you.

“hello” he said with a warm smile.

“prince sunoo” you whispered under your breath, “hello”

“you probably have already heard who i am, but i’m sunoo” he said and bowed to you.

you couldn’t understand why, but you felt your cheeks heating up. focus y/n, focus!!

is he your promised prince?

“i’m l/n y/n” you introduced yourself with a curtsy, sunoo took your hand and kissed the back of it, “you look awfully pretty, y/n”

you said you hated it, hated it when a stranger kissed your hand, but why did it feel so different when he did it?

you wanted him to keep kissing your hand, and maybe not only your hand.

no, y/n what are you thinking!!

sunoo couldn’t explain it, ever since he laid his eyes on you, he felt something.

you were so, so pretty in his eyes. he saw the whole crowd but his eyes only looked at you. he wanted to get to know you more, he’s more than 100% sure you’re promised to him, how could his parents forget your beautiful name?

and if it turns out you’re not the one who’s promised to him, he’s more than determined now to make you his wife.

“would you like to have a dance y/n?” he suddenly asked, looking into your soft eyes.

you could still hear the music at the back, you enjoy dancing anyway, so why not?

“i’d love that” you replied.

sunoo took your hand and guided you, you were extremely close to each other.

your hands were around his neck, and his held your waist.

“how come i’ve never seen you before?” he asked.

“i’m not the type to go to royal celebrations, i came here for the first time since i’m kind of forced to meet my future husband” you replied softly.

“future husband?” sunoo disappointedly looked down.

did you already find your future husband? your promised one?

you shook your hand, “i have yet to find him, but now that i’m being here with you…” you stayed quiet for a bit, “i think i found him”

oh you were bold. what if he already has someone he’s going to marry to?

“oh,” he suddenly said and chuckled, “i think i already found my future wife too”

both of you shared a long eye contact, god he was so attractive and you were so beautiful in his eyes.

you changed position and crossed your hands together, going in circle while not even breaking your eye contact for a mere second.

you didn’t want to let go of each other, as the song ended, so did your dance.

you decided to sit on one of the benches at the garden and share a little conversation.

a little conversation ended up lasting for almost until midnight. you’ve been at the garden since eight pm.

you talked about your hobbies, your family, your miserable life with your manners classes.

“no way! you’re having them too?? i thought only my parents were old school” he said in excitement.

“yeah, i guess both of us are experiencing the old school parents” you chuckled.

the conversation just kept on going further and further until the maids reminded you it’s time to go.

both of you got up from the bench and looked at each other.

“i don’t want this night to end” you pout.

sunoo giggled and put his hands around your waist.

“i don’t want it to end either” he replied.

it was a comforting silence between the two of you, until he started getting closer.

“can i…..?” he asked and you nodded.

he crushed his lips on yours and held you tightly. you kissed him back and put your hands around his neck.

the kiss was so innocent and sweet, as if you’re having your first teen love.

as you slowly let go of the kiss you opened your eyes and giggled.

“there you—am i interrupting something?” you recognize this prince, it’s prince jake.

“not at all, i was just about to leave” you said after and curtsied to the prince.

you walked away but not before whispering into sunoo’s ear, “hopefully i get to see you again”

as you left, jake pushed sunoo and cheered for him. “you found her didn’t you!!”

sunoo smiled, his cheeks still blushing from the kiss you shared a few minutes ago. it was just like in the love stories he liked to read.

“oh! her name is minju!”

no. this can’t be.

after the celebration, his parents came up to him to ask him how was meeting his future wife.

only then he realized he has been wrong this whole time.

“what?” he asked.

they nodded and smiled, “we’re so glad you enjoyed! we were actually worried about you not liking her”

“i need to sleep” he mumbled.

“what?”

“i need to sleep now” he said louder.

his parents left his room, shocked and speechless. did they say something wrong?

“y/n dear, how was the party?” your parents came up to you, they’ve probably been waiting for you to get back.

you knew they didn’t really care about the party, but more about the person you’ve met there.

you already knew that the person you’re promised to marry wasn’t sunoo, but you couldn’t help it but fall in love with him.

you realized it wasn’t sunoo halfway into your conversation. your parents told you a few facts about your future husband, and none of them matched sunoo. still, you kept on spending the night with him instead of going to search your promised one.

“it was fine” you replied.

“just fine….?” they asked surprised.

“yeah”

“what about….?”

“oh, it was amazing actually, i already feel myself falling for him, he’s the person i want to marry to and no one else” you smiled, “ever since i saw him i only think of him”

your parents looked at you in confusion. they weren’t expecting to hear that from you, especially because you hated this idea.

“are you…doing okay?” they asked and you nodded, cheeks heating up after remembering your past events.

“i’ll be going to sleep now” you skipped to your room happily, leaving your parents dumbfounded.

the next day you woke up, “y/n! you got a letter” one of your maids brought your letter to you and you opened it.

‘meet me at xxxx around 9pm — sunoo’

you smiled after reading the letter, and you couldn’t help but wait for the eve to come.

around 8:30pm you sneaked out, telling your parents you weren’t feeling well and getting out slowly and surely, no one noticed you.

you arrived the place and waited for him. you sat on a bench and looked at the sky.

the sky was so dark and the stars were shining brightly, you enjoyed looking at the sky, until you couldn’t see anything.

someone covered your eyes, “guess who” you heard a familiar voice and chuckled.

“my future husband” you said.

this new nickname you gave him made him flutter each time he hears it coming out of your mouth.

he removed his hands and pecked your cheeks, “ding ding ding, we have a winner” he smiled and went to sit next to you on the bench.

“i missed you” he added.

“you saw me yesterday” you replied.

“24 hours without seeing you, my heart can’t handle it” he held his hand against his heart and you rolled your eyes, “you’re so cheesy”

“you didnt mind it yesterday” he shrugged, “i still don’t”

both of you chuckled and kept talking with a wide smile all over your faces.

the two of you knew, you knew you’re not promised to each other, you knew you won’t end up getting married to each other, so why does none of you bring this up?

you kept talking and talking without even realizing it was past 3 am. you have manners class later today, you have to get some sleep.

“you have to go?” he asked and you nodded sadly.

“my parents will kill me if i dont wake up in time” you sighed.

“let’s meet up tomorrow too, same time, same place” he said and you nodded.

you pecked his lips and ran back, leaving him with blushing cheeks.

none of you wants to admit it, but you’re not going to end up together. so you’ll just spend your time together as long as you can, holding into the fact that maybe, maybe you actually will have a chance to marry each other.

your sneaking out became a usual thing for you and sunoo, you really did keep your promise and met up every day.

“how do you want our wedding to be?” he asked you once.

your head was resting on his lap as he caressed your hair.

“my family, your family, and maybe just a few important royals, in your castle too, because that’s where we first met” you smiled and he smiled back at you.

both of you knew it’s not really going to happen, but you still held into the hope that maybe, against all the odds, maybe you will be able to change your fate.

“i love it, what do you think about honeymoon?” he asked in addition to the wedding part and you just giggled.

as you came back to your room that day from meeting sunoo, you noticed a figure sitting on your bed.

you got scared and immediately turned on the lights, just to notice it was your mother.

“mother,” you whispered.

“i thought you’re not feeling well?” she asked seriously.

“i-i went to catch some air—“ “dont try to excuse yourself” she said firmly.

you looked down and sighed, “i met up with my future husband”

her serious face turned into a wide smile, “really? what did you two—“

“kim sunoo from hybe kingdom” you cut her off as you just now told her who you met up.

“what?” she asked, the wide smile turning into confusion.

“i met up with sunoo, my future husband” you boldly said.

your mother laughed, “that was a good joke! dont scare me like that again” she continued to laugh but her laugh faded when she noticed you were serious.

“oh, you’re serious?” she asked and you nodded.

“i want to marry sunoo, mom” you said.

“that’s not possible” she argued.

“why not? i love him, he’s the person i want to marry” you said.

“a no is a no, i don’t want to argue about it” she got up.

“but i do, i won’t marry any other person, even that ‘future husband’ you’ve been telling me to marry” you’re a one stubborn child, and you’re not going to give up on sunoo that easily.

your mother sighed, “i will not argue about this with you, you’re grounded, i’ll put hundreds of guards around just to keep you here” she raised her voice.

“you can try and keep me here all you want! it’s not going to change my feelings!” you shout as she went out of your room.

sunoo wasn’t doing any better, he too, got caught as he came back.

“no!” his mother argued, “you’re promised to marry minji and that’s final! i don’t want to hear another word!”

sunoo scoffed, “out of all seven of us, you chose to be strict with me, now that i finally found someone i love, you’re taking her away from me? why did you let heeseung marry a commoner then?” he shout.

his mother stayed speechless.

“exactly, you have no good reason” he said in disbelief.

“you’re not allowed to go out anymore until you realize what you just did, minju is your future wife and no one else” she said before smacking the door.

while both of you weren’t allowed out of your castles, you could send letters one to other.

you kept communicating through that, however, it was slow and hard as one letter per day came in.

on one of the days you shared dinner with your parents, as usual you stayed quiet and didn’t talk to neither of them.

only today was different, “y/n,” your father called you but you ignored.

“we’ve decided to break off the agreement with the other kingdom” he continued and your eyes light up.

“me and your mother decided it’s what best for you, and we want nothing more than to see you happy” he said.

“does that mean…..?” you whispered and your mother nodded, “you can marry prince sunoo, we talked some sense in his parents too”

you looked at the clock and saw the time, 8:30pm.

you looked over your parents, “can i….?” and they nodded.

you pushed away your chair and ran out of the castle to search for your sunoo.

you arrived at your place with a wild smile, expecting to see him already, your smile faded as you saw no one.

your eyes teared up, until someone covered your eyes behind you, “guess who”

without waiting, you turned around and hugged the person you were so longing for.

“my future husband, my real future husband” you cried into the hug as he hugged you back tightly, not wanting to let you go.

“i missed you” he said and you cupped his face.

“i love you” you said before kissing him.

you caught him off guard but he was quick to kiss you back, holding your waist and getting you closer to him than ever.

both of you pulled away when you felt you were out of air.

you pressed your foreheads against each other with eyes closed, “it’s been so long, it feels so good to hold you again, i love you” he said and you smiled.

“i was wondering how long it’s going to take for my parents to realize i only want to marry you” you chuckled.

“took them too long” he scoffed and you nodded.

“what’s important is that you’re here now” you whispered.

“i’m here, forever and ever, i love you”

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[sequinsmile-x]

Can you write a fic where Emily is pregnant, and she feels the baby move for the first time but panics something is wrong because she'd already lost a baby previously?? She doesn't know whats happening and the new sensation immediately freaks her out. Kind of like Meredith in Greys.

hiii bestie! Of course - I love this idea.

This fic takes my word count on Ao3 over 2 million words. 2 MILLION WORDS OF HOTCHNISS. That is wild, and bonkers and just...a true testament to my brain being nothing other than a desk covered in an unending pile of ideas vaguely organised into stacks.

I am writing a fic (a Hunger Games AU) that is as unhinged as the thing it is celebrating haha, so keep an eye out for that, but for now I just want to say thanks for being here, thanks for always being so supportive of my work, and....heres to the next 2 million I guess.

-x-

Flutter

Pregnancy had been rough on her since the start.

AKA the one where Emily feels a new sensation in her pregnancy and panics, but Aaron knows exactly what it is.

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Words: 2k

Warnings: pregnancy, references to previous miscarriage

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

Emily sighs contentedly as she settles into her seat on the jet, excited that they are finally heading home after a long case. She was exhausted, tired in a way that she hadn’t thought was possible, and her plan for the five-hour trip home was to sleep. 

“Are you okay sweetheart?” 

She smiles sleepily as she turns to look at her husband, “I’m okay,” she says, placing her hand on her bump, “Your kid is sucking the life out of me,” she says, raising her eyebrow as her smile becomes wry, “But I’m okay.” 

Pregnancy had been rough on her since the start. Her nausea in her first trimester had hit her hard and fast, leaving her unable to keep anything but water and the plainest possible food down. It felt like everything, not just food, triggered it - including Aaron’s cologne that she’d always loved. He’d stopped using it the moment she told him, even going as far as showering immediately to wash away any remnants, aware that his wife loved to snuggle with him when she didn’t feel well. 

He’d been everything she could have ever hoped for in a partner during this. Kind and attentive and always aware of her needs, sometimes even before she was. He bordered on overprotective a lot, but she did nothing except raise her eyebrow at him every time he yelled at Derek for eating breakfast sandwiches in front of her that would make her gag. She’s sure as she gets further along, it would drive her crazy, that she’d end up yelling at him when he went what she deemed too far in his quest to protect her and their unborn child, but for now, she let it slide. 

This was something they’d both waited for, both wanted so much, and she couldn’t imagine being mad at him for wanting to look after them. 

She’d been pregnant once before. They’d only been trying for a couple of months when she felt slightly off and took a test, her eyes wide as she gripped the positive test in her hands. They’d been excited, overjoyed at the prospect of making their family bigger. They’d huddled together in the armchair in their bedroom that morning, both of their palms on her still flat belly, talking about their plans for the future. 

Their joy had been shortlived. It was only a couple of weeks later when Emily started to notice cramping, a discomfort that was mild at first and got worse very quickly. By the time they made it to the hospital, she knew what the doctor was going to say, her hand tight around Aaron’s as they had confirmation that she had miscarried. She’d walked out of that hospital with a broken dream and a plastic bag full of medication she’d taken once before. They were pills she’d taken in secret in the Embassy in Rome, as opposed to the comfort of her own home, her husband by her side as she helped her body along with the process it had started by itself. 

There was still joy when she found out she was pregnant this time. Still an unrelenting type of happiness she would have once said was beyond her, but it was quickly chased by fear. An anxiety she still couldn’t shift even though she was 19 weeks along now. 

She knew Aaron was anxious too, which was why he was overprotective, wanting to do everything he could to keep her and the baby safe. It’s why she let him talk her into not leaving the precinct when they were away on cases weeks, and why she’d already agreed to stop going on cases altogether when she hits her third trimester. 

Aaron chuckles softly and leans in to press a kiss to her forehead and he puts his hand over hers on her stomach, linking their fingers together, “Why don’t you try and get some sleep on the way home?” 

She hums and shifts in her seat, her hand still on her bump, “I’m going to try,” she yawns and rests her head on his shoulder, her eyes drifting shut, “I hope you don’t mind me using you as a pillow.” 

He smiles again, seemingly undeterred by the fact the team were all within listening distance, that Derek and Dave were sitting opposite them, fascinated by this relatively rare insight into what they were like when they were just Aaron and Emily, as opposed to Hotch and Prentiss. 

“It’s what I was made for sweetheart,” he says, kissing the top of her head, and she smiles, pressing her cheek further into his jacket. 

She hears a barely covered snicker from the other side of the table and she feels Aaron tense. She never wanted him to feel embarrassed for how much he loved her, never wanted him to feel ashamed. She kicks out and smiles when her foot connects with Derek’s shin.

“I didn’t even say anything,” he complains, and he's frowning when she peels her eyes open to look at him. 

“You were thinking it,” she grumbles, wrapping both of her arms around one of Aarons as she snuggles back down, her eyes closing again, “Pregnant and half asleep or not I’ll still kick your ass.” 

Aaron places his hand over one of hers and squeezes, “Go to sleep, Em. I’ll wake you up just before we land.” 

She falls asleep before the plane even leaves the tarmac.

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She feels groggy when she wakes up, like she’s slept not enough and entirely too much all at once. Aaron insists that she waits in the car for him as they deplane, and she doesn’t have it in her to argue with him when he says he’ll bring her bag to the car. 

She yawns as she pulls the visor down to check her reflection in the mirror and she winces, horrified to learn she looked as tired as she feels. She places her hand on her bump and leans back in her seat, flipping the visor back up.

“You’d better be cute,” she grumbles, rubbing a circle on her stomach, a smile spreading across her face, “Who am I kidding, of course you’re going to be cute.” 

That’s when she feels it. A strange sensation rolling through her belly, a fluttering that is enough to make her freeze, her eyes wide as she stops breathing for a second, waiting for it to happen again. It does, and she feels familiar panic start to spread through her, chasing the feeling away like a harsh winter breeze. She immediately feels nauseous, bile climbing up her throat as she convinces herself something is wrong with her baby, that she’d got too comfortable, too safe in her happiness that she’d somehow let something slip. 

She jumps slightly when the driver's door opens and Aaron climbs in, but she remains frozen in place apart from that, both of her hands on her belly. 

“I was thinking we could pick dinner up on the way home,” he says, pulling the door closed behind him, “Do you still want chicken nuggets…” He drifts off when he looks at her and panic flashes through him, he reaches out and touches her cheek, gently encouraging her to look at him, “Sweetheart, what’s wrong?” 

She blows out a breath, tears she hates pressing at the back of her eyes as she shakes her head, “I don’t know. I felt something…I don’t know what I felt,” she says, speaking so uncharacteristically quickly he worries she might choke, her words strangled by tears, “I think something is wrong.” 

He has to swallow down the fear that threatens to climb up his throat as he looks at her stomach, the way she’s got both hands on it as if she’s trying to protect their child from whatever she’s felt. He could feel whatever he needed to feel later, right now she needed him to be the strong one when it was so often the other way around. 

“Sweetheart,” he says, catching a tear on her cheek and pushing it away, “Tell me what you felt, okay?” He says calmly, hoping his smile is reassuring, “And we’ll go from there.” 

She growls in frustration, more aimed at herself than anything else, hating the fact pregnancy had entirely removed her ability to control her emotions, “I don’t know how to explain it,” she grumbles, her lips pressing together in an attempt to stop her chin from trembling, “It felt like…maybe gas bubbles I guess? Or like a swirling sensation. What if something is wrong? I can’t lose-”

“Em,” he says, cutting her off, reaching for one of her hands and linking it with his, a bubble of relief popping in his chest, making him relax a little, “Did it feel like butterflies in your stomach? Like a fluttering sensation?” 

She sniffs and pauses for a moment as she thinks about it, and she then nods, tears splashing down onto her cheeks, “Yeah,” she says, clearing her throat, “Yeah it did feel like that.” 

He can’t help the smile that spreads across his face, a conversation he’d had with Haley years ago coming to mind. She’d sat next to him in bed, describing in detail how it felt when Jack moved inside of her, her smile teasing as he lamented that he couldn’t feel anything on the outside yet. It felt like a crossroads in his life, a moment from his past colliding with his present, the lessons she’d learnt whilst loving Haley always coming into play whilst loving Emily.

“That’s the baby moving,” he says, lifting their joint hands and kissing her knuckles, “What you felt is our baby moving, sweetheart.” 

She just stares at him as he repeats himself, his words not sinking in as she looks down at her bump, “Wh…what?” She looks up at him, her eyes slightly wild, still not entirely convinced that the perceived danger was over yet, “How do you know that?” 

He reaches out and tucks some of her hair behind her ear, “That’s how Haley always described it to me,” he says, his smile soft and wistful, “Like a butterfly flapping its wings,” his smile gets wider as he chuckles, “Until of course he got bigger and she started comparing Jack to a soccer player.” 

Emily laughs, the sound catching on a sob as she shakes her head, “Well, he is a good mid-fielder,” she says, wiping tears from her cheeks, “So the baby’s okay?” 

He nods, “We’ll keep an eye on things obviously, if you feel any pain or have any bleeding we’ll go straight to the hospital,” he leans forward and stamps his lips against hers, “But yes, the baby is okay. They are just saying hi.” 

She chuckles and shakes her head and rubs a firm circle on her stomach, relief spreading through her so quickly she feels lightheaded.

“Hi baby,” she says, almost willing to feel the movement again, to be able to enjoy it without feeling the fear that she’d immediately fallen into, “We’re so looking forward to meeting you.” 

Aaron kisses her again before he leans over the centre console and kisses her bump, “And if you think Mommy is protective now, just you wait until you wait until you’re here.” 

Emily narrows her eyes playfully as he pulls back, “What did you say?” 

“I said I’m taking you and baby for some chicken nuggets,” he says, smiling at her as he clips his seatbelt into place and starts the car. 

“That’s what I thought,” she hums and places her hand on his as he places his on her thigh, squeezing gratefully, hoping she could put everything she never quite found the words for into the touch, her love for him seeping from her skin into his. 

A week later, when they find out they are having a son, Emily watches in fascination as their little boy's movements on the screen match up in real time with the fluttering she feels beneath her skin. 

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We Need You That Way

Request from anon: Hey Gill, love your work bestie anyway I have a request for Spence being with BAU reader but she's dyslexic and idk there on a case and she's insecure because some of the cops/agents don't think reader could be an fbi agent yk and Spencer just consoles her super fluff stuff anyway feel free to ignore me 

Spencer Reid x gn!BAU!reader

Summary: Spencer reminds dyslexic reader that they’re a valuable part of the team.

A/N: While doing research on dyslexia I learned a lot about how it can affect more than reading and writing, but that it also presents differently in everyone. I remember reading a Spencer fic a long time ago with a dyslexic reader, but I couldn’t find it. (I will keep searching for it, though anon!)

I DID NOT HAVE A CONSULT on this fic, so if anyone with dyslexia has an issue with it, please let me know how I can improve. I do my research, but there is only so much a search engine can tell me. My messages are always open and I’m always happy to learn about how I can make a fic better when it features a reader with specific traits I’m unfamiliar with.

CW: reader is dyslexic (this shouldn’t be a warning?), the deputy makes a rude comment to reader, small southern town slander (I live in a small southern town and can confirm that the stereotypes are true. Someone save me from this hell please.)

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“Why does every small town we go to have a bunch of roads named after a bunch of people from the same family?” you huffed slightly.

You had just gotten back from visiting a crime scene; something that should have taken about an hour and ended up being far longer. The GPS had died and there was no cell phone service, leaving you to navigate via old-fashioned map, which wasn’t exactly your strongest suit. Mixing up left and right, finding out that you were holding the map upside down, and old road names made the journey less than ideal and exceedingly frustrating.

Most people thought dyslexia only went as far as mixing up words and struggling to read, but it got in the way of other things as well; today’s backroad adventure was just one example. It wasn’t often that you let those things get you down, but today you couldn’t help it.

After seeing you come back to the station so defeated, Spencer took you to grab a much-needed cup of coffee from the small kitchenette. It wasn’t a real break, but it was enough for you to cool off from your frustrations.

“Looking back at the town records, the Baskin family owned about one fourth of the town land for three generations and the Silvan family owned a third of the town for two generations before holding prominent government positions. Given the regional tradition it makes sense that so many roads are named after them,” Spencer sprouted a fact. It made you grin.

“My great grandpappy held onto the land as long as he could,” one of the old deputies said, though you could barely understand through his thick southern-drawl. “Broke his heart when he had to let it go. It’s devastating the first murder occured on the road named in his honor.”

It’s more devastating that someone is… you know… dead, You thought, but kept yourself from speaking. “And which road was that?” you asked politely, opening up your case file, but knowing it would be faster just to ask.

“Harper,” the deputy said. “There’s only one Harper road in this whole town.”

“Are you right?” you looked down at your file again, taking your time as much as you could, but still in a rush.

“What is it?” Spencer asked.

“I thought I just came back from the scene at Harper,” you told him.

“I’m right,” the deputy replied defiantly.

“I wasn’t-” you wanted to explain that sometimes you would reach for a word like “sure” but a word with similar meaning, like “right” would come out instead. Dyslexia didn’t just make you mix up letters and sounds, but words sometimes too, especially since you were distracted by your files.

But the deputy didn’t give you a chance to speak any further. “I know I’m right! What kind of FBI agent can’t keep track of where crime scenes are?”

Spencer interrupted before it could go any further. “Let’s go note the difference on the profile board, okay?”

“Yeah,” you replied to him quietly and the two of you quickly made your way to the other room.

Spencer shut the door behind you and tears threatened to spill from your eyes. People questioned your ability to do things at times, but never so loud and direct; most of it was whispered behind your back. You’d spend time pretending that you didn’t hear the insults, pretending that they didn’t get to you until you were alone and could cry silently to yourself. This time you had no time, no room, to ignore the interaction that occurred. Your vulnerability was on complete display.

You threw your files down on the table and sunk into a chair, feeling crushed. “He’s got a point,” you muttered.

“He doesn’t,” Spencer said, sitting next to you.

“It took me two hours to figure out how to get to the crime scene today, Spencer.” You should have felt bad about using such a bitter tone with him, but you couldn’t help it. “It wouldn’t have taken Morgan that long. Or you, or anyone else on the team.”

“Well when Morgan drives it makes all of us carsick,” Spencer said. “And no one lets me drive.”

“Spencer, you hate driving,” you pointed out. “You get all squirrelly.”

“I did technically fail the offensive driving course at the academy.” Spencer smiled sheepishly. “But that doesn't make me any less important to the team.”

“Of course it doesn't. You're a literal genius. I'm… just me.” Your voice quieted at the end, what was frustration showing as what it really was— insecurity.

“I think just you is great,” Spencer replied. “And you help me slow down when thinking through cases.”

“Wow, I slow you down… thanks, Spence. That makes me feel so much better.” Your voice dripped with sarcasm.

“It’s a good thing,” Spencer said sincerely. “I jump to conclusions sometimes. You make me slow down and catch the things I missed. My consultation profiles have been far more accurate since you joined the team, and when we’re out on cases we have to revise the profile less often.”

“Really?” You tried not to show how baffled you truly were. You knew that occasionally you helped slow down Spencer’s million-mile an hour brain, but you didn’t think it was helpful for anyone but yourself.

“Do you know why Hotch brings you to court the most?” Spencer asked.

You bypassed telling Spencer that his sentence could be taken in two very different connotations. “Because it would be a waste of time to have me review files when I can’t read them?”

“Because you can tell the story of the case as an experience instead of just a list of evidence. It makes it easier for the jury to understand what’s going on and more dangerous people get put away because of it,” Spencer explained.

“And Garcia always asks you to help review initial video footage for a reason. It’s like you can see the crime scene without being there, so when we get there in-person we have a better idea of where to start. Your spacial awareness is better than the rest of ours. We can build the profile faster.”

“Do I really help that much?”

“Yeah, you do.” Spencer looked at you softly.

He reached for you, pulling you into a tight embrace. You let yourself fall into his arms. The comfort and reassurance of his words cradled you, building your confidence back up. “Keep being ‘just you.’ We need you that way.”

[seasurfacefullofclouds1]

You may not be interested in this but i just don’t understand who to share with, I’ve been a larrie for more than 4 years now & in the fandom and truly believed HL are together and everything else was smoke and mirrors to closet HL.. but since beginning of 2023 I’ve started observing the pattern instead of considering what was being said in the fandom and could see that HL cannot be together and all that being said was just the way of convincing themselves and others that they’re together.. it took me a year of going back and forth that may be there is a slight chance that they’re together still, may be it sound too much but its actually hurting to finally trying to grasp that is not the case.. I’ve very close person in my life since my childhood and we’ve been so close my entire life and because of family feuds which i thought wouldn’t phase our relationship has done just that.. she is choosing other people to spend time with and go on vacations which we both planned and it broke my heart multiple times.. am saying this because for quite sometime fandom was giving me peace but seeing harry moving on(not with what is showing with TR) and living a life without single care is hurting too.. i know you think louis does not care but this is what i saw and to think even last year or even in 2015 when harry tried to put on show and move from band and louis, i cannot even begin to think of what louis might’ve gone through.. with all the tough facade he seems emotionally very fragile guy.. friendships are equally important as relationships i know but relationships drain us emotionally more, to think that louis felt the heartbreak, to see his once loved one put all of this in louis face and he has to go through all of this is making me sad.. I’ve tried deactivating socials multiple times but i come back and it is still the same.. why it is always one person gets to hurt more than the other over and over..

I remember louis saying why it is always me and when would I win, i remember it suddenly and it just breaks my heart..

Am so sorry to say all this here!

Hi,

Thank you for your candor and sensitivity. I read this ask a couple of times to take it all in. I’m grateful that you trust in my blog enough to send it.

Often, I see that fans relate to the Larrie story because of our own circumstances. It is incredibly romantic to imagine that two very beautiful, very charismatic people are united in fighting for love, and for us, for our own desires and our sense of resolution or justice. Then you see all the fandom lore and it seems amazing that it all comes together, even the bits that seem like… well, improbable, maybe a bit of a reach… almost too good to be true.

What I’ve realized after a long time, is that none of what you see is unbiased. I have changed my opinion even in the last year, because as more information comes to light, we have to change our assumptions. Not to question you, but you assume that Louis is sensitive, and has been hurt by his “once loved one throwing it back in his face.” Maybe it feels hurtful and intense because you’ve only started to question the truthfulness of Larry. But maybe these events took place ten years ago. Maybe six years ago. It’s true that since 2018, Harry and Louis have barely spent any time in the same country. They don’t share acquaintances or friends or professional contacts. Harry is besties with James Corden and Ben Winston, who teased Louis in 2019 that they don’t even have his telephone number. Why wouldn’t they just ask Harry?

Maybe it’s been so long that Louis has already worked it out of his system. He wrote a whole album of personal disappointments and betrayals. He wrote Back To You and Miss You, and Walls and Habit and Defenceless. And there aren’t any such songs on FITF.

“You never told me never, I guess I never knew we'd have the shortest forever”

“Maybe if you'd taken more time/ I'd still be the one you wanna talk to every night.”

“I was lucky once, I could be lucky again.”

Assuming that there was anything to Larry at all, Louis isn’t sad about his past relationships. He’s moved on from blaming himself.

“Spent my whole life just thinking I had to change.”

And the whole concept, the title of his album is Faith In The Future. The Australia merch was so much fun because we finally saw that the couple on the merch graphics were not in a dystopian story. They find each other, they find love. (And the funny 369 manifestation on the clocks!)

“Love is only for the brave.” This was a difficult thing to say in Walls, and as if to illustrate it, the song was as short as we could bear. The church of romance had been burned, sacrificed— destroyed in the most dramatic way. Louis felt excommunicated, a lonely shadow.

Copy Of A Copy Of A Copy was a transition song, from broken beaks and dead birds to finding community and hope.

Heartbreak is the human condition. Despite it all, Louis opens his heart. He cries. He loves. Sometimes he loses. But to engage in love authentically means to take a real risk — not to be certain that you’ll be loved back or that things won’t head south, or that you won’t be betrayed, because we all know Louis’ history. Still, Louis “keeps his heart open.” That’s something to applaud and not pity.

[simp4thedemonbros]

Playing Mario Kart with the brothers

Hey gang! It’s been a while huh.. A lot of stuff has happened in the past year and I was burnt out with life in general, lmao but here I am, trying my best.

This is short and stupid tbh, but I just wanted something to help me get back into writing about my fav boys, I hope you enjoy :)

I love you all v much 

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Pairing: Brothers x gn!MC

Word Count: 1061

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Lucifer

Mains as Bowser (he's tryna be so big and scary smh)

Surprisingly good

You expected him to be like a 90 year old that has never seen technology in his life, but he knows all the controls AND starts picking up on how to drift

I'm not saying he can beat you but he's usually coming in a steady 3rd place when you race.

Even sometimes comes in 1st if you're having a bad round. ("WHY IS THE GUY IN 10TH PLACE THROWING BLUE SHELLS HOWS THAT GONNA HELP HIM AT ALL?!") (......guys am i ok??????)

Enjoys it a lot more than you thought he would

It started out as him finally giving in to you asking him to play but over time he finds himself asking if you want to play.

It's a fun way for him to wind down

Enjoys seeing you get competitive, and loves seeing you blush when he compliments your skills out loud.

Mammon

Mains as Wario (I can not justify this I just think it’s funny)

Is pretty much on par with your skills

You're both constantly overtaking each other in and out of 1st place

You are both ABSOLUTELY jumping on top of each other, trying to block the other from seeing the screen. (THE SQUID IS NOT ENOUGH!)

"Hey knock it off would ya the Great Mammon is kicking your ass fair and square"

Immediately does the same to you the second you're in 1st for more than 5 seconds.

You're both on a mission to ruin the CPUs life the moment it overtakes you both while you're arguing.

You spend loads of time watching the highlight reel because something stupid happened and you both think it's the funniest thing ever.

You pretend to hate each other during the game but immediately return to being super close and cuddly after the game is over.

He absolutely makes bets with you - "MC if I win this you have to do WHATEVER I say for the whole night!"

Leviathan

Mains as Yoshi (idk why I just think it fits him) or Link ("bc he’s so cool" (so true bestie))

A monster

Impossibly good (He's had years of racing game practice so idk what you expect) but BOY does it suck to think you're good at a game and then have someone prove to you you're just average at it.

It's good to see him have so much fun though, and trying to cause blue shell chaos from way back in the CPU pack is pretty fun.

He’s definitely helping you to also get impossibly good at the game, you're already able to beat everyone but him when you start picking up on some of his skills.

He knows every shortcut.

Idk bro I just think some cheating is in order. Maybe congratulate his win by kissing his cheek and watching him stutter and fumble through the next round.

Satan

Mains as Dry Bowser (tryna be better n cooler than Lucifer oops)

I'm not gonna lie to you, his wrathful side will 100% come out when you start kicking his ass.

Is the death glare you're receiving right now worth the victory?? YES, ABSOLUTELY

This is what the game is about BAYBEE

Maybe you give him a few wins so he doesn’t kill you though, you'd never tell him you LET him though.

Games aren't really his thing but once he gets the swing of things and you give him the few wins he finds it much easier and starts to enjoy himself a bit more, and definitely chills out on the death glare.. especially when you're kind enough to not only celebrate your own wins but his as well.

After playing definitely apologises if he made you uncomfortable or upset and absolutely lets you do whatever you want.

Want him to read his favourite book for you?? Cool. Get you some tea?? He's on it. Give you some kisses?? He might need to get over the sudden boldness but he'll happily oblige.

Asmodeus

Mains as Princess Peach (the pink gold one tho yk) or a mii as himself.

Listen not to conform to the "pretty boys don't play video games" stereotype but he probably doesn't care all that much about the game.

Mostly wants to play to see you smiling and laughing as you have fun. That's when you're the most attractive after all.

Surprisingly likes rainbow road. (Sadistic idk what to tell you..) but also it is a pretty track, and he enjoys the colours.

Honestly he likes any tracks with bright colours and nice/fun music.

He's not that competitive, he went into the game knowing he wasn't going to be that good at it so he's just there to give you company.

After all the fun of it all he definitely asks if you want to come into his bathroom to unwind with him and relax.

Beelzebub

Mains as Donkey Kong

You're absolutely sitting in front of him in between his legs while he has his arms around you with his own controller.

There are so many snacks.

You're both pretty average at the game so it's honestly more like both of you trying to be as problematic to whoever is in 1st place as possible.

And having fun doing it.

He's always loved doing chill nights like this so having you to enjoy them with just makes them even better.

Will celebrate any and every victory by kissing your forehead and then offering you a snack while he begins eating his own, ignoring how flustered you might be.

Will apologise if he hits you with a blue shell even when you tell him "It’s part of the game Beel, don't worry"

Belphegor

Mains as Waluigi (Me, personally… as a Waluigi main I wouldn't let that slide)

Chaotic

Will cause problems on purpose.

If he ever overtakes you/hits you with an item/comes in first and you complain he will say something along the lines of "then get good" or "skill issue"

His behaviour makes you SUPER competitive but also makes playing the game with him super fun because of it.

It's also super fun to hit him with items and then overtake him last minute when he thinks he's going to win.

You probably don't play for that long and end up cuddling up for a nap together instead.

[lifmera]

hi hi!! hope your doing well! i’d like to ask for a romantic hazbin hotel match up! i’m gender-fluid masculine presenting and i use all pronouns, and i don’t have a gender preference! 

My MBTI is ISTP but most people perceive me as a ENTP. i am quite tall, around six feet. i have a strong sense of right and wrong and justice, and i care deeply for others, but i often act reckless and loud because i don’t want to be taken advantage of for my kindness.

i really like being around people, and i like helping others in any way i can, i can be quite selfless at times but i know when to be stern to protect myself.  i am quite social but i suffer from some mental illness, specifaclly bipolar and schizophrenia so it can make it quite hard to understand and connect with others and the world around me.

i am autistic and i often stim a lot by flapping my hands and moving my arms around. i have a lot of different interests, i really like silly things like clowns i think they are awesome and i really like fictional media, i also like collecting toys like my little pony, it makes me feel really happy!

i have a couple hobbies, i really like shopping a lot, i find it to be super fun, i also like writing and drawing, and i’m getting into software engineering! i also like listening to music, i listen to a wide range of genres but my favorites are breakcore, indie folk, glitch core and basically anything that is loud tbh 😭 

i am often disconnected mentally from the world around me, so i sometimes have psychosis and hallucinations, i take medication for it and it works well but i still have episodes sometimes, it really helps having someone to ground me back into reality.

i really like bonding over interests with others and getting people into the stuff i like, i also love listening to others talk about things they like. i have really bad memory so i often forget important things but i try my best.

best way to describe my style i guess would be older brother core 😭??? idk but basically i wear comfy oversized clothes like silly t- shirts with cats on them and pj pants with cartoon characters on them and silly character beanies. 

i really like being shown love by getting gifts and people doing actions of service for me, i kind of have trust issues so it’s hard to believe someone when it’s just words and not actions.

i am super chaotic i love saying unhinged things and just being very loud it’s very fun for me, i like jokingly threatening to eat people  😭 i also often type in all caps.

i am in a lot of obscure fandoms and i LOVE nerding out about my interests! 

sorry if this is a lot 😭 but thank you so much!!

AHHH THE ONE I HAD DELETED 🥲

Hi hun!! This is completely fine!!

I’ve paired you with…. ANGEL DUST!!

When angel first met you, he definitely thought you were super attractive, and decided to hit on you!

But when he got closer to you, he really realized that he was starting to develop feelings 🩷

At first he was super drawn in by your reckless personality, but when you showed your true kind self- he fell in love.

With your sense of Justice especially… when he saw how you treated Valentino… and GENUINELY truly cared about him? It broke down his walls and let you into his heart.

He definitely introduced you to Cherri and you all became BESTIES. They would totally drag you around to parties and such and socialize ! You guys are the LIVES of the party.

If you confided in him about the mental illness and autism, he definitely would ask a BUNCH of questions to understand you more, and also try not to offend you.

He’d also try to help you through your episodes. He knows he isn’t the best comforter, but he tries. :(

If you told him your special interests he’d bolt out the door with you to do those things! Like clowns? LULU LAND!

Collectors Items? THE STORE!!!!

Angel would love to do some of your hobbies with you. Shopping? You guys are staying out ALL DAY. Writing? You better read whatever it is to him. Listening to music? SINGING YOUR HEARTS OUT!

Honestly, he’d probably judge your outfit choice, until he decided to steal your outfit one day, and realized how comfortable it is??

He totally steals ur clothes at night.

Angel would agree with you !! Actions speak louder than words, kinda why he’s at the hotel! Although he’s always pretty sexual, I think he’d be a sweetheart.

The chaotic nature is what brought him in! You guys are always having fun.

He would also LOVE TO listen to you rant 24/7. Even if he cant get into your interests, he’d try. And he’d always listen. It helps him get away from the world.

~~~

I HOPE THIS WAS OKAY?!!

[indecisive-dizzy]

Hi im once again low on ideas so I’ve some incorrect quotes :3

Eddie: Can I ask you for a favor? 
Daisey: I would literally die for you, but continue. 
Eddie: We need to talk about you starting sentences that way.

Daisey, to the neighbors: If you’re happy and you know it, clap your hands! 
*silence* 
Daisey: Damn, y’all depressed as fuck! 
Eddie: You didn’t clap either- 
Daisey: SHUT UP!

Eddie: I hate you sometimes. 
Daisey: Well according to this picture Julie drew of us holding hands that's not true. 
Eddie: Daisey, you drew that. 
Daisey: It doesn't matter.

Frank: Can you come out? 
Eddie: Yeah gimme a minute… 
Eddie: Frank, I’m gay. 
Frank: I know that. Come out to the car. 
Eddie: Okay. 
Eddie: Car, I’m gay.

Daisey: THEY COME SEASONALLY! 
Daisey: THEY COME EVERY YEAR! 
Flora: What- Eddie, are they drunk again- 
Daisey: IT DOESN’T MATTER WHERE I GO! 
Daisey: WHAT DOES IT MEAN? 
Eddie: What does WHAT mean? 
Howdy, who is the only one who knows what Daisey is talking about: I mean, when you found one in the bathroom- 
Flora: WHAT THE FUCK DID DAISEY FIND IN THE BATHROOM? 
Daisey: I’M TELLING YOU LIKE- LIKE IN THE SWIMMING POOL- 
Daisey: IN L.A. 
Daisey: EVERYWHERE I GO, THE DUCKS COME TO ME! 
Flora and Eddie: Oh, for fuCKS SAKE DAISEY-

Howdy: Where are you going? 
Daisey: To get MYSELF a gift cause somebody didn't get me one! 
Howdy: I told you I did! Its coming here on Friday! 
Lizzy, knowing full well that Howdy got Daisey an engagement ring: *eating popcorn*

Barnaby: Two years ago, I married my best friend. 
Barnaby: Daisey is still mad about it, but me and Howdy were drunk and thought it was funny.

Lizzy: Do you ever get pre-annoyed? Like you already know someone is going to piss you off? 
Howdy: What? No, I— 
Frank: *enters room* 
Lizzy: *jaw clenches*

Daisey, at Howdy: You're my significant other. 
Howdy: Yeah I am! 
Daisey, at Lizzy: You're my child. 
Lizzy: Yes boss. 
Daisey, at Honey: You're my bitch. 
Honey: Yeah I am- wait, what? 
Daisey, at Eddie: My bestie. 
Eddie: Naturally. 
Daisey, Barnaby: HA, GAY! 
Barnaby: Fuck you.

*The neighborhood’s cooking skills* 
Lizzy: *master chef* 
Eddie: *knows a few recipes* 
Howdy: *can follow instructions on a box* 
Honey: *made toast once* 
Barnaby: *banned from the kitchen*

Lizzy: *on the phone with Howdy* I can’t talk right now, I’m doing hot girl shit. 
Howdy: You’re pulling Oreos apart and saving off the frosting to make a mega Oreo, aren’t you?
Lizzy: Maybe.

Eddie: What do you want to be for Halloween? 
Howdy: Yours. 
Eddie: 
Eddie: …yeah, that would be pretty scary.

:3

I need you to know I read these before my doctor app and they fueled me <3

It was a Challenge not to laugh or even giggle but man I love every single one of these

the duck one got me good sjdhajdjja XD

[godblooded]

hey guys. gonna have a moment and do a good old fashioned kat speak from the heart post so here we go.

i’m so fuckin’ thankful for all of you. thanks be so much to those of you who have stuck by me. thanks be to those of you who love me. thanks be to those of you who so much as spare me a positive thought in your day. i’m grateful to exist here in a space where even when i’m going through a lot and i disappear, i’m welcomed back so beautifully and so openly.

it’s been a difficult go of it. this is the very first time in my life i’m learning myself, and that’s a very complicated thing to try to do at 32. the concept of ‘having things figured out’ isn’t quite a logical concept at all nowadays.

i’m grateful for learning i can be loved, and in a huge way a lot of you have contributed to that. @shelassos is always so supportive and always has a kind word when i really need it like intrinsically. @crimeloyalty is one of the most marvelous writers i know, and has rekindled in me an old love of something i didn’t even know came true for me (yeah, batquinn is very dear to my heart and i’m not kidding when i say it’s so healing to think something that beautiful i always wanted came true???). @rekhenung is my brother, the person who i can confidently say we’re on a forever journey together, and whenever i look over there you are, and making me prouder every day. @inexactexpiration has been a close, close, close, very bestie brother mine for so long i got to see him get married, and witnessing and feeling his happiness was my greatest joy. @vorcotec is one of my most cherished people and no matter what, i’ll never ever feel like i can do anything but go to rabbit as though nothing has ever changed. @bornbreathless has made me want to write my goddamn oc again, truly. has made me realize i can make something worthwhile, and inspired so much of the development that kitty would not be who she is without you today. @misereternal has always been the best of all and any, standing by no matter how many ages i tend to disappear for. and so talented at sparking my creativity— at making me feel loved when i need it the most. without my fox shaped sibling sometimes i don’t think i’d know what it felt like to feel accepted. @zloslwy might only just be someone i’m speaking to now closely, but i’ve always admired with such great ferocity the talent and unabashed passion they attack every character of theirs, and i find myself more often than not inspired just by reading their work. @pessimistics has been wonderfully welcoming to a passion i have for a show i have not seen simply because i developed a passion for a character from said show i have not seen only through hart’s work. rustin’s so important to me, and i mean that, and i only know what you’ve written. @atrohphy is a constancy i cannot tell you how much i adore— not just a bright light, but a person i always feel like i can say practically anything to. pitch anything to, and receive back some ingenuity. @villainsrph is someone i met through a fucking accidental giveaway and to this day i can’t go through a moment without thinking about spending two hours on a random friend date in burrito bar having what i still consider one of the most fun times of my life, and i always feel welcome with briar, who has a talent for making everyone feel welcome. @asteritm has left me messages that at times have legitimately saved my entire day from the depths, and sometimes just straight up saved me. @parameddie is one of the most intelligently thought out writers i’ve ever, ever seen and i’m in love with every single thing ric writes because all of it is fascinating. all of it is driven by such a powerfully analytical lens— none of her characters are ever just characters, but they’re studies, too. @jokethur does such beautiful writing that there isn’t a day goes by i don’t find myself idly scrolling headcanons just out of curiosity limitless. i think i’ve rattled off everything i can through my glasses fogging constantly. @standbetween is an absolute gift. a person whose positive vibes emanate into my life. a dude who writes a character so marvelously that frankly i care not about the series. I care about thom and bishop’s heart and that’s all.

i have been through a relationship that i genuinely thought was it, but it was an experience i had, and i still got through it— albeit delayed, with the help of a lot of you guys. a lot of you i love so much. through my mom’s sickness, losing her; through grad school and fluctuating depressions— through so much of the hard stuff, you have been here for me. and for that i am grateful. i am thankful for the patience and love i’ve been shown at my hardest and i’m thankful for the honesty i’ve been given when i’m at my most difficult. i’m just thankful for all of you, and i need you to know that.

writing is my catharsis. musing is my catharsis. thinking, talking, creating, is all my catharsis. and i wouldn’t have it without you all.

thank you thank you thank you.

i’m gonna go drive on up to ct to see my family for a little while so i’ll be mobile (ask for disco or wire if you feel so inclined!) but thank you. thank you thank you. i want to write when i get back. fucking hell I want to. so hopefully i can.

i’m so thankful for everyone reading this. i love you.

[thatonedelusiongirl]

About me + My blog

𓍊𓋼𓍊𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𓋼

My names A an my pronouns are She/her

I have BPD ( kara is my favorite person )

I love art, to read, i love music, animals an i play lots of games an i write poems :)

TC BLOG MAINLY

17 I will be 18 in march ☆

15 years between us with both ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

I do NOT agree with pedophilia !!!

I understand that i’m a minor they are adults I understand the laws an danger i can be in but i’m ok im not in any unsafe situations :)

I am strongly against teacher student relationships that aren’t legal so please be safe an careful !! it’s not hard to be MANIPULATED :/

But this is just a place to share my thoughts without worrying ( i am not with any of these people nor do i plan to be with them now maybe when i am 18 ) I do love Kara a lot she’s very special to me as i’ve said but she is :)

anyways this is a judgement free zone if you don’t like my content or my blogs you may leave but don’t hate because i’m just a person who is trying there best anyways thank you :)

★ ✻ ❥ ♬ ✿ ✈ ∞ ☾ ♠ ❖

｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ ﾟ。 her prettiest problem

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★ ✻ ❥ ♬ ✿ ✈ ∞ ☾ ♠ ❖

a back ground of my tc’s

Kara- my ex tc also was my art teacher when I was a fresh man we are now besties an im going into my senior year this year she is my biggest supporter an best friend in this entire world ( i am so down bad for her ) she’s very special an important to me like very important. I love when i get to sleep over her house an just stare at her for hours i love watching her sleep…. i know that’s totally creepy lmao but she’s cool an absolutely breathtaking an pisses me off so much sometimes but that’s ok lol i probably piss her off too.

I'd like to give some back ground knownloge on her she's so intelligent has a beautiful smile she's very talented at art she is so uncensored like the one time back when I was a freshman she was talking to me after class an I had said that stupid Fucken kid won't leave me the fuck alone an she said woah heavy on the fucks today huh? but no she has no filter will say absolutely anything that comes to mind she's into crime stuff like ( YOU 'the show' The dhamer show she loved she's into like horror an true crime typa stuff she's also struggles with a lot of the same mental illnesses I do but yeh there's not much more I can say with out sounding like a Werido lmao

i will be calling her kara on her because she reminds me a lot of supergirl an i love super girl so her name is kara

♡₊˚ ・₊✧♡₊˚ ・₊✧ ♡₊˚ ・₊✧♡₊˚ ・₊✧

she loves art, tv, sleeping, an music.

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my other tc is my Sunday school teacher who just makes my daddy’s issues act up but he’s actually so handsome he’s got blue eyes an a beard an glasses an he’s just perfect i am obsessed with this man i don’t know anything about him really not yet at least.

his name will be D or glasses im not sure yet

♡₊˚ ・₊✧♡₊˚ ・₊✧ ♡₊˚ ・₊✧♡₊˚ ・₊✧

he loves his wife, kids, jesus, an hes a bit of a jokester.

♡₊˚ ・₊✧♡₊˚ ・₊✧ ♡₊˚ ・₊✧♡₊˚ ・₊✧

B he’s my dads best friend i have a thing for he used to be a teacher he’s 33 an i am borderline obsessed with him rn ( i don’t know how long this will last lol)

he’s cuts trees down an he smokes weed an has a pool an lives in his mom and dads basement 🧍🏻‍♀️

[jongbross]

Hii bestie :)

First of all, I really love reading your works, they give me a good feeling and that I’m being loved (even if they’re just fiction). ❤️

Secondly, sorry if it’s not really EXO related.

Please allow me to express my opinion and feelings to you, and forgive me for the next thoughts. So this thing has been on my mind lately… I don’t think idols realise that fans exist outside Asia and the US… and yeah, if I had to be honest, I’d say it kinda saddens me. I’m talking about the idols in general now (don’t get me wrong), and when they say stuff like “I love my fans so much” etc, I feel excluded, because I only see mostly Asian fans getting the chance to go to their concert or a fan meeting, or just simply see them at the airport and giving them presents.

I know that feeling like this is not a behaviour of a true fan, but! aren’t we allowed to feel, let’s say, jealous sometimes? I mean, it passes soon but it can also bring me down and I even feel guilty for not being able to be that fan who supports their idols in that way. Of course, I know how much easier it is to travel to those countries near Korea, but still.. especially, when a group/soloist has been in the industry for a while now, I think they could visit further countries too to give at least a tiny bit of chance to see them live.

If you read it, thank you for your time, you’re the best, girl <33 I love you and keep doing what you do 🥹😘

Also, I wouldn’t mind if you shared your own thoughts tho ;)

i went to the theaters the other day to watch nct's concert, the "nct nation", you know? as i was going back home, i was talking to my sister's friend about the shows we went to, how much fun it was, and how much we wanted to see our favorite groups live (mine being exo, and hers being enhypen).

i told her that i already made my peace with the fact that maybe i'm gonna have to travel to asia to see exo live as a whole group, and that's okay. kpop is gaining more and more attention through the years, and that's amazing of course, i'm happy for that! but still, there are some things that will take more time to change.

i do believe exo cherish every fan and that they wanna go and meet as many of us as they can, but there's almost a gatekeeping with groups in korea, to the extend that some of them (not only exo members but other idols as well) think they're only famous and loved in korea. when nct 127 came to brazil, they were SHOCKED to see that we knew every song, that we screamed for every member and not only for our bias, etc. they did 3 concerts in a row, with very little seats left at the venue. they realized they're big here, you know?

i think exo would be just like that. they already know that places like japan, china, indonesia (and many more) love them, but they didn't have the chance to see that around the world and i partly blame it on sm. but things are changing for them now, baekhyun and kyungsoo have their own companies, so maybe that means we'll have more chances to see them live, who knows? it might take a while (and in exo case i think it will take a while, considering sekai's enlistment, the whole lawsuit that was going on and that definitely left a bitter taste for sm, etc), but eventually the way they see the whole world will change and opportunities will come their way.

so it's okay to feel that way, there is no such thing as "true fan behaviour" in my opinion. just please, know that you are loved and that exo do appreciate you! <3

[sureuncertainty]

alright personal post time related to the last post i reblogged

soooo i’m a system! i’ve known this for quite some time now (since the beginning of the pandemic actually) but haven’t been able to be super open about it for a LOT of reasons. however we’ve become more comfortable talking about it and i’ve decided to open up about it on here bc this is something that is a (obviously) big part of our life and there are very few places where we can be open about it and this is one of those places where we can be a bit more vulnerable. 

i just reblogged a post that goes into more detail about plurality itself, aka multiplicity, being a system, etc. which essentially just means multiple people sharing a body. specifically we have a form of OSDD, which is a dissociative disorder, but not the only way to be plural (and tbh i think we might be plural even without the OSDD we’re not 100% sure) plurality is a HUGE range of experiences and no two systems are fully alike, i kinda see it like neurodivergence where it’s just like... a form of existence that’s relatively normal just not talked about much

unfortunately, there’s also a very high population of gross sysmeds on tumblr (a big reason why I kept this part of my identity hidden for awhile) so if you, my follower reading this, are one of them, pls just block and move on i’d rather not argue our existence with you thanks byeeee (sysmeds or system medicalists basically believe that systems have to exist in a certain way to be “valid” or real, like having a certain amount of Trauma(tm) or being diagnosed with a specific kind of disorder, or having X symptom, etc. which is not true)

BUT ANYWAY as for what that means for us and our blog, here are some things about our system we’d like you all to know:

- we don’t REALLY have a system name (we kinda go by Rain but that’s still a placeholder) but will answer to whatever. Win works for all of us as well. Percy, myself (the one writing this) am the person you probably already know, and am pretty much always fronting at any given time, so you can assume that i’m here most of the time.

- i use i/me pronouns a lot too bc it’s easier and more comfortable, especially since i’m basically always around. sometimes we mean it in a collective sense (which yes i know is not grammatically correct but whatever we can do what we want)

- most of our system members are, as you might have already guessed, introjects of my OCs. any OC that I’ve spent any amount of time rambling about on here most likely exists as a fully formed person in our system and are the main headmates who I interact with on a daily basis

- we also have some fictives (introjects of fictional characters) of characters that are not OCs but none of them are currently active in our system

- our frequent fronters (headmates that are around a lot or at least often enough that you’ve probably interacted with them at least a bit if we’re friends) include me, Percy, my bestie Avery (fronting a LOT of the time, we’re basically cohosts at this point), Nyx, Kat, Roma, Emma, and Angel! (and more of our characters, but those are the most actively involved in our day to day life)

- feel free to say hi to any of my headmates if you’d like! in fact, we’d all love that!! we’re not very out as plural so it’s nice to have more people see us as who we really are, instead of just as characters who don’t really exist. it also helps us with distinguishing between ourselves bc we get hella blurry sometimes. Just keep in mind that they are not just characters but real actual people with their own thoughts, feelings, likes, dislikes, personalities, etc, and even though you might “know” them from reading things I’ve posted here about them, they don’t necessarily know you (although they might know who you are if we’re friends, especially if i know you irl)

all that to say, this is NOT an open invitation to come into my inbox with invasive questions, in fact, we’ll probably be closing anonymous asks for a bit preemptively just in case (we should be opening them again later). if we are friends/mutuals, feel free to DM me if you’d like to talk about it more or have questions. if we are strangers please do not do that lol. okay i think that’s it byeeee

[shidouryusm]

my sweet sami ! i’m late with this ask i am so sorry but eeep !! i am here snifflin & sobbin over the tags you left !! im ngl when i saw your reblog i got so GIDDY !! i was like omigosh what did sami think of this chapter teehee

but fr kuroo and bokuto actin very sus 🤨 what are they up to … LMFAO the true devil is capitalism ur so correct !! idk what compelled me to write iwa like this but he’s so 🤭🤭 i have a tiny crush on him in this fic i swear LOL and i have sm fun writing bokuto plsss he’s my lil guy

IM SO GLAD U LIKED THE SMUT BC I WAS NERVOUS ! for some reason it was hard for me to write a smut scene where there’s sm plot in a fic … but stay tuned 🫣

teehee i’m absolutely giggling reading your tags sm <33 i love that we can have our lil convo about this silly lil fic !!! your words mean the world to me and give me motivation to finish ^_^ i’m hoping to have the last installment done sometime this week hehe !!

thank you again bbie ( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈♡) i love u sososo muchh !!! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝

Aimsss you don't know how much I love conspiring what is gonna happen in the next chapter. I almost thought of connecting via discord so we can constantly discuss about this amazing piece of a series but then again Im loving the suspense buildup everytime (if u still wanna be disc buddies I'LL BE ELATED <33). Im already making my own assumptions and so excited for the next lore drop. Ofc don't forget to take a break, get some rest and start up without overworking yourself darling!! Im so glad i could give you the motivation, it is an honour to me.

Pls your smut was saur good, im waiting for moree!!

the jean fic is in my mind bestie, lemme find some time after tomorrow's assignment submission and read it huhu. love you too babiee

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pls don’t stress yourself out, bestie, it’s okay!!! 💖

anyways here i go, how did stark! reader and stephen meet for the first time?

You are a godsend, seriously. I’m so sorry (again). But never mind! So, chapter one was obviously the first time Stephen met Stark!Reader on a face-to-face kinda term. Before that, he never really met her, barely saw pictures of the other Stark prodigy, only read her articles, and certainly didn’t get an official introduction. But Stark!Reader kinda met him before that – way before that. We are now jumping to one of the Stark Medical Galas Tony loves to throw in order to get the best spot in the gossip and progression of the medical field he invests as much money as into weapons (nobody knows what’s that about).

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Fidgeting in her midnight blue dress and the high-heeled murder weapons Pepper called shoes, YN stood next to the bar in the packed hall, cooled glass with something resembling alcohol in one hand while the other stuck in the bowl of peanuts to get at least something in her stomach. How she hated those galas and events where she was only supposed to smile and do boring small talk during which she sometimes seriously fell asleep. At least the booze was good – something Tony would never neglect – but the younger Stark still wanted to leave and head home. She hated those evenings, she hated the company, she hated the shoes she was forced to wear because it was socially more acceptable than comfortable sneakers, and most of all: nobody dared to talk to her to turn this accident of an event into something resembling fun.

Being the younger Stark and Tony Stark’s pride and joy wasn’t a dream come true.

Sighing, she gathered the floor-length fabric to not stumble over it – and make a fool out of herself (the tabloids would just love that) – and made her way over to Tony, who gladly happened to end one of the more boring conversations one could have. Senator Bloomsdale wasn’t known for his breathtaking intellect.

“So,” she started and looked around while sneaking her hand around his arm and resting it in the crook of his arm. “Will this get more fun, or can I go home and write on my thesis?” Tony took a sip from his glass – most definitely the most expensive whiskey the bar hid exclusively for him – and shrugged. “Thought it might be good to get you out of that room. A change of scenery. Going out, partying, finding a handsome date.” Scoffing, YN took a sip herself. “Finding a date? With my brother, who is known for being overprotective, in the same room? Did you already knock out your brain?”

The older Stark rolled his eyes and guided her through the crowd of wealthy people, scientists, lobbyists, and doctors. She certainly hadn’t been standing around doing nothing this whole evening – she had met people from the pharmaceutical industry, the robotics guys, surgeons, and professors of other Ivy League universities in the country. She had tended to her growing career, already convincing people of her ideas and approaches, and the small sewn-in pocket in her dress was filled with cards full of numbers and mail addresses.

“Stop whining and choose one of these. They’re all eligible, aspiring men, ready to shape the future. Just what you want,” her brother softly pushed her after they arrived at the dance floor where young men had gathered to find a dance partner. Frowning, YN looked up to her brother. “You sound like mom.” He shrugged. “If she would be here, she would’ve found you a man within the first ten minutes. I’m lacking her skill.”

YN didn’t hear the rest of what he was saying – he was rambling anyway – because her eyes had fallen on a man in a perfectly fitting suit, with dark hair, a perfectly shaven face, and the bluest eyes she had ever seen. He was breathtakingly handsome, more so with the smirk playing at the corner of his lips. He would tower over her even with those damn heels at her feet, YN was certain, and her heart started to jump in her throat as his crystal blue eyes swept over her figure. They moved back to her after he had spun his dance partner over the floor, and his smirk grew in its intensity.

She could feel the blood rushing into her neck and cheeks, so she turned her face away and looked to her brother instead. “Who is the tall man in the middle of the dance floor? Dark hair, bright eyes, perfectly fitting suit, gorgeous strawberry-blonde woman on his arm?” Because his dance partner was just as beautiful as he was. And yes, in her opinion, men could be described as beautiful, especially those who resembled a painting or statue of the old masters.

Tony looked for the described male, and as he found him, his face contorted in pure dislike. “Doctor Stephen Strange. Douchebag, idiot, narcissist. Don’t let the exterior fool you, munchkin.” Cocking both her eyebrows until they almost disappeared in her hairline (at least it felt like it), YN eyed him. “That sounds a lot like you. A wonder you’re not best buddies. Quick, someone needs to notify the Times!” He softly shoved her a few inches away while YN chuckled under her breath. “I mean it, though, YN. Don’t be foolish and get involved with him. He will break your heart, and I won’t stand in the offside of the playing field you call your life and watch idly while he breaks you on his ego trip upwards. You know what I’d do to him if he would only think about laying a finger on you.”

Yeah, she knew what he would do to someone who dared to destroy her. She had firsthand proof of what a Tony Stark was capable do with the empire he owns. They couldn’t get out of his way fast enough – they always would fall like pieces on a chess board.

Yet, YN moved her gaze back onto the dancers where Doctor Stephen Strange still held the gorgeous strawberry-blonde woman in his arms, his eyes still entirely focused on the woman standing offside the dance floor who he couldn’t let out of his sight. Christine noticed his staring and turned around to see who had captured her friend's attention. Her eyes settled upon a stunning young woman in a beautiful night blue gown who had her eyes fixed on Stephen as well, and Christine chuckled softly.

“You should ask her for a dance,” she tried to push him as she always tried. “Why should I? I am dancing with you.” Christine laughed. “Because I can see the serious interest in your eyes, and you won’t shut up for the next couple of weeks until you got her name.” He shook his head and grasped her hand tighter. “I am not a man cut out for one-night stands. Especially not for one-night stands with the daughter of some rich senator who never saw the world without those fairytale glasses.” But still, Stephen raised his look to find her again in the crowd without really having to try. She was like a lighthouse in the dark sea of expensive black suits and even more expensive tuxedos.

Christine sighed deeply. “Someday, I will have to drag you to your luck, but I will be there to do it.”

And maybe she was right, but at this moment, all Stephen could do was to have a watchful eye on the woman without the name, who he couldn’t let go of just yet.

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And that got longer than I intended, wuuuuups.

[itsmeridadunbroch]

Task Eleven → Intro & Connections

merida dunbroch

Character Information*

The Basics*

FULL NAME: merida dunbroch

NICKNAME: mer, red

GENDER: female

PRONOUNS: she/her

AGE: twenty-nine

OCCUPATION: manager at the redwood hollows parks and recs department

FACECLAIM: riley keough

ORIENTATION: straight

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: single

PETS: a horse called angus and a dog named mordu

The Personality*

+ Adventurous, Determined, Independent 

-  Rebellious, Stubborn, No-Nonsense

after arriving in redwood hollow, merida found a role in the parks and recs department. she’s spent her time restoring the town’s parks and other areas that needed a new lease of life and it brought her more happiness  than home ever could. merida is adventurous and determined to be her own person which can lead to her being stubborn at times in the face of  authority and can have her rebellious streak rear its head. like a true scotswoman she doesn’t take any crap from anyone.

merida is a child of the wild, she always has been. she thrives outdoors and has always been someone that bends the rules. fun is a big part of her personality and if she’s not having it then buckle up. freedom is another. merida really exercises her freedom and hates being put into a box or being bossed around and told what to do.

Additional Notes*

has a strained relationship with her mother, she hasn’t spoken to her in years

strong scottish accent present in her voice – may be hard for people to understand at times, especially when she’s angry.

has triplet younger brothers – harris, hubert & hamish

doesn’t speak bear

Wanted Connections*

friends

ex’s

neighbours

work colleagues

lover/crush

besties

hiking buddies

buds from scotland

people she met while travelling

rich people - her family are rich af and merida has likely met them at past events

Wanted Plots / Plot Ideas*

merida and ____ are friends. neither of them have had much luck with relationships so they decide to platonically begin to hookup. it’s fun to explore and get experience with each other without all the expectations and pressure. however, they both start to develop feelings over time, and both assume it’s unrequited.

here one day, gone the next - a previous international relationship where merida was travelling and lived for some time she met _____. the relationship was all consuming and full of sparks, but eventually merida had to go back to scotland a few months later. ______ wanted to try long distance but merida had called things off and was gone the next day. now she’s settled in redwood hollow and look who else is in town, it’s only _____. ((a plot about differences, a whirlwind past relationship, angst of leaving, unresolved feelings and being forced to revisit, relive and resolve said past relationship)) 

we’re the Old Married Couple™ but lmao no we would never date each other. right? right?????!!!?

before sunrise - strangers meet, they have a connection, but it has an expiration date

“i found your box of letters underneath my bed last night and because i’m a nosy motherfucker i decided to read them and it turns out they were all addressed to me and the last one was dated the day you moved out and i’m not quite sure why i thought this would be a good idea but here i am, standing on your doorstep, wondering why the fuck we’re not together anymore”

an arranged marriage between the dunbrochs & ______ family. but like merida’s clearly being stubborn and rebellious and fucking up because she’s upset with her parents still trying to control her life and it’s just two polar opposites but it could be super cute sometimes when she gets super drunk and he picks her up and hold her hair back when he throws up and stays up to give her a glass of water and make sure she sleeps well even though he has a huge meeting in the morning that he should be resting for, and she makes him lil packed lunches for work and has him dancing in the living room to de-stress and holds court at his works parties winning over his boss to give him that promotion but also the angst and the fights and the ‘i didnt ask for this’ and making each other jealous and sexual tension.

Taken Connections*

tbh all merida’s taken connections have now left the rp so she’s wide open for her to get on the map

Other*

One character from the open tag you would like to see taken / added to the Most Wanted page -  from the most wanted page - the lost boys & from the open tag to be added to the most wanted page - sebastian clarke

One Character you want to see a bio for in relation to this specific character - more brave characters #scotlandrepresentation