#also also basically everyone could get a close friends tag so I just kept it to relationships that got a bit more focus

[gracefulplant]

Been thinking about young justice and wanted to make a silly little relationship chart (with extended cast). I’m sure I’m missing a few things, but I had fun! Truly the most team of all time.

[delusional-day-dreamer]

Last Friday Night - p.b

‣ paige bueckers x reader!

‣ nika's version of this fic

‣ wc: 1953; sorry this is so short and lowkey not that good?

‣‣ synopsis: you and paige have kept your relationship on the dl for a while now, but what happens when your inebriated selves slip up on kk’s live? pretend the ncaa's lift on cannabis for athletes happens before the start of the 23-24 season!

‣‣‣ a/n: guys i'm so sorry for the utter lack of content but I just got back from camp and i am ready to feed y'all, i got a lot of ideas cooking up and i'm really hoping i can post a lot more while i have the time. also for the multiple versions, i genuinley couldn't choose who to write this about, so i just did both!

8:42 am

To say that you and Paige were in trouble by the events of last night was a little bit of an understatement. Both of your phones were blowing up by your respective coaches, teammates, close friends, and all of your social media accounts.

As you scrolled through your tiktok, text messages, instagram tags, and just about everything else on your phone while laying next to Paige's sleeping figure in her bed, it only reaffirmed one thing in your head.

You and Paige majorly fucked up.

12:07 am; where it all went wrong

With your volleyball season and Paige's basketball season being in their respective peaks during this time of year, you had barely gotten a chance to spend time with your girlfriend alone. The two of you were either travelling for away games, at practice, in class, hanging out with your friends or teammates, or busy studying. Needless to say, you missed Paige. A lot.

Which, combined with the weed pen you were hitting periodically, loosened your inhibitions to a whole new level inside of Ted's fairly crowded bar.

It wasn't jam-packed, but there was a decent crowd of older college students for a Friday night in October, especially since Halloween was soon to be approaching in two weeks.

Normally, you and Paige weren’t big on PDA, at most you would hold hands or give small pecks around the team, considering the fact that the two of you kept your relationship very much on the down low, not so much a secret as very private. You never denied any allegations but basically never posted together on your own, unless the two of you ended up in the background of someone else’s pictures.

Social media had a lot of speculation, edits, rumors, etc, surrounding the two of you, as you had no connection to the team as a volleyball player yet still hung out with them regularly. But either way, you and Paige always just minded your own business and kept everything very hush hush. Except for tonight.

Paige was sort of sober, she had done two shots with some of the other girls while you mostly just smoked a few times, not wanting to get super high, but just enough to let the tingly sense of giggly euphoria wash over you.

Yet one thing you failed to consider when choosing weed over alcohol for tonight was the fact that it made you incredibly horny. That, combined with the fact that you and Paige hadn’t spent any time together in the last three weeks, let alone have sex, were the leading factors of tonight.

The rest of the basketball team was spread throughout the bar, some were at a table not far from the two of you, messing around on KK's live, while others were dancing, drinking, or mingling with their other friends.

Which left you and Paige alone, squished together in the corner of the bar top. You were leaning with your back against the wall, standing in between Paige's spread legs from her position facing you atop the stool. Her hands were holding onto your bare thighs, occasionally removing her left to take a small sip of her drink before dutifully returning to your legs.

"I'm just saying P, we could definitely sneak out without anyone noticing, everyone's too busy doing their own thing," you attempted to convince your stubborn girlfriend, sweetening the notion by rubbing your hands up and down her jean-clad thighs.

As D1 athletes, it was obvious that the two of you had toned and muscular bodies, but one of Paige's features you found most attractive were her muscular thighs she built from her time in the gym and on the court, especially the way they would wrap around your head while eating her out.

"We'll leave soon baby don't worry. Besides," Paige leaned into your ear, her warm breath sending shivers down your spine. "I already promised I would make up the last three weeks to you tonight yeah? What's another hour ma?"

You bit your bottom lip as Paige pulled back, thudding your head on the wall behind you as your eyes trailed over the small smirk Paige held, now using her fingers to draw small circles on your thigh.

"Fuck, you're driving me crazy like this Paige," you reached your right hand over to the bar top, desperate to take another hit of your pen to ease the influx of horny thoughts running through your mind.

Before you could bring the vape up to your mouth, Paige grabbed your waist and pulled you into her, and despite her sitting position, you still only had a good two inches over her.

"You're not gonna share baby?" Her teasing eyes gleamed up at you as she licked her lips in anticipation.

You immediately knew what she meant by that, the two of you doing it all the time whenever you're smoking or vaping together (let's be frl, they're college students, it's NORMAL).

You smirked at her suggestion, leaning into her before taking a deep inhale of the weed, allowing as much of the smoke to enter your lungs as possible before using your left hand to grab Paige's jaw, pressing your open lips against hers to shotgun the smoke into her mouth.

You didn't even wait to finish exhaling all of the smoke and taking another breath before enveloping Paige's lips into yours hungrily, eagerily gripping her waist with the hand still holding the vape.

You kissed her passionately, deepening the kiss as you slipped your tongue into her mouth, the mixture of the rum and coke she was drinking earlier and the earthy taste of weed making your head spin.

You continued to make out for a few minutes, gently pulling away while tugging her bottom lip with your teeth, gazing down at her closed eyes and blissful expression.

"You finally ready to go home P?" You teased, licking your swollen lips at her finally needy expression.

"We're getting the fuck out of here, right now," she rushed out, flagging down the bartender to pay off her tab and the second she got her credit card in hand, interlocked her fingers with yours to drag you out of the bar.

Completely unbeknownst to the two of you, KK and her live had been at the table diagonal to you the whole time, and while her body covered the two of you behind her while sitting, the only shield you had quickly disappeared when she stood up, leaning over the table to steal some of Ice's food when it had been set down, completely exposing you to her two thousand viewers, who were no doubt screen-recording.

The camera clearly caught your lips against Paige's blowing smoke into her mouth before leaning in to kiss her, and despite the two of you being on screen for less than a minute, it was enough to cause an internet commotion.

KK's eyes scanned over the comments as she sat back down, blocking your frames as she shoved a few fries in her mouth. Her eyes widened at the sudden influx of comments about you and Paige, leaning in to figure out what was going on.

"I, what? There's no way y'all," she whispered to the table of Nika, Ice, Carol, and Jana. Aubrey leaned in from KK's right side, trying to figure out what had happened.

Covering the camera slightly, KK, and everyone else, turned around to witness you and Paige's little makeout session ending and the flirty whispers exchanged.

"Unfortunately tonight's live is gonna have to end here girly pops, and if you think you saw something, no you didn't!" KK exclaimed as she quickly turned off the live, the table erupting with laughter at the situation. The whole team had placed bets on how long it would take you and Paige to fumble, and half of them had just lost a hundred dollars at your shennagains.

The walk back to Paige's apartment was brief, filled with flirty touches and short pecks to tide the two of you over until you finally entered home, Paige immediately pushing you up against the front door, moving her lips down your neck and around your collarbones with gentle grazes of her teeth and soothing licks.

"P please, stop teasing," you breathed out, grasping Paige's hair tightly from her scalp with your hand, pulling her face up to yours to gaze down at her with a pleading expression.

"Aw, my poor baby," she cooed, mocking your horny desperation for her, but thankfully Paige wasn't that cruel.

She led you over to her bedroom, slamming her bedroom door behind her as she pulled your shirt over your head, unfastening the bra clipped behind your back all while reconnecting your lips as she laid you down onto the bed.

You moaned into her mouth as her long fingers bunched your skirt up by your waist, rubbing gentle circles on your clit through your panties.

Before you even had the chance to ask for more, she slid the fabric to the side, running her fingers through your slick before inserting two of her fingers, curling them up into you as you let go of her lips to throw your head back, moaning loudly at her ministrations.

"Oh my god Paige, right there baby, fuck," your leg wrapped around her waist tightly as you clenched around her fingers, bucking your hips up to match her movements. Your hands making their way around her neck and back, pressing her body firmly up against yours.

Normally you wouldn't be so close to finishing within a few minutes, but the weed from earlier created a delirious fog that clouded your brain and with the way Paige's fingers were both pressing into your g-spot and rubbing your clit, your orgasm was quickly approaching.

"Fuck I'm so close P, please just need a little more," you whimpered into her ear, moving your lips down to nip at the sweet spot under her ear.

Her other hand responded quickly to your begs, twisting and tugging firmly at your nipple as she mindlessly muttered every dirty thought that crossed her mind, knowing how deeply her praises affected you.

"Doing so good for me ma, always such a good girl. You gonna be my good girl and come for me? Just let go for me baby."

Her words were the final thing to push you over the edge, the tight coil in your stomach snapping as you immediately arched your back into Paige, an endless string of moans and curses falling from your mouth as you let your orgasm wash over you fully.

"God Paige, I don't think I can even feel my legs right now," you giggled in her embrace as she slowly eased her fingers out of you, sucking the remnants of your orgasm off them before wrapping them around your waist, laying you over her as she laid onto her back.

"Hm, fucked you that good huh?" She smirked, using her clean(ish) hand to brush the slightly sweaty strands of hair that had fallen in front of your flushed face.

"I don't know why you're getting so cocky Bueckers, haven't even had my turn with you yet," you teased, running your fingers over her stomach, tugging at the remaining fabric on her body.

"Thought you just said you can't even feel your legs?"

"Good thing I don't need them to fuck you then yeah? Don't you think my fingers and mouth will be enough for you P," you retorted, shuffling your body down the mattress so you could finally have your way with Paige.

9:13 am

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[predestinatos]

'tis the season, i guess — CL16

pairing: charles leclerc x fem!reader

summary: cold winter days bring unexpected company to your bookshop. or in which your ex needs help choosing a book for his girlfriend.

words: 3.5k

tags: angst, SO much angst, dark academia vibes for some reason?, genuinely heartbreaking. some fluff but not much!

note: this was based off of this request but i got a bit carried away and wrote a whole thing! also am now obsessed with listening to sabrina carpenter... i hope everyone likes this even though it is very painful, but lmk your thoughts pls!!

The bookshop was basically empty, all the noise you could hear being yourself trying to rearrange the books in alphabetical order, and soft music playing in the background.

you stood on your tiptoes in order to reach a book at the top of the shelf, knowing a bench was available but being too lazy to go get it. Wuthering Heights refused to reach your fingertips despite your efforts and soft curses to yourself a bit louder than usual due to the emptiness of the shop.

"Need help?" a male voice called from behind, causing you to roll your eyes. Here we go, you thought to yourself, another man who catches you alone in the shop and tried to hit on you, and you'll have to find him funny and play delighted to be in his presence despite how bothersome he is, despite the ring on his finger.

"No, I'm okay, really-" you started replying, putting on your best customer service smile, fixing your hair as you turned around to face the stranger. but the person who you faced wasn't a stranger in the slightest.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you" he said as he reached behind you for Wuthering Heights, taking him zero effort to do so, increasing your frustration and disbelief.

those brief moments of closeness brought to you a thousand heart clenching memories, time standing still as his scent hit you softly.

"Try this one" you tried to stop giggling as you held the dark brown bottle in your hands and asked for his wrist.

"Tobacco Vanille? I don't want to smell like cigarettes!!" he joked, although he let you spray his wrist gently, so happy just for the sole fact that you were happy.

Your smiles reached your eyes as they met for brief seconds, waiting for the smell to hit his skin. Reactions weren't needed as your expressions turned from smiling to shocked, mouths widening at the scent that seemed to fill you both.

"It's AMAZING!" you half screamed excitedly as he smelled his wrist in confirmation. "Charlie, it smells so good I could eat you right now!"

He laughed at the nickname, at how pretty you looked, at how simple it all was. He kept laughing with the perfume in a perfectly wrapped package in his hand, the other holding yours.

"Uhm, hi" you said, as his big familiar hands stretched out to hand you the book, which you hugged tightly to your chest in an attempt to hide or disappear in it, you weren't sure "Thanks."

"No problem" he replied politely, almost annoyingly so, the tiptoeing already starting before more than a few words could be uttered, his hands in his pockets as he looked everywhere but you.

It was uncomfortable - the silence, the stillness, how both of you stood there like ghosts, waiting for some direction, something to do, something to happen. "So uhm... what brings you here?"

"Oh, I'm a wedding crasher" the stranger next to you replied, black tuxedo slightly touching your arm, a drink in his hand and shirt slightly unbuttoned.

"Really?" your eyebrows raised as you took in what he said and his appearance – the nose, especially the nose.

He laughed slightly, taking a sip of his drink and looking back at you "no, I'm friends with the bride," his finger pointed in the direction of the beautiful woman dressed in white, but all you could see was how big his hands were, adorned with rings. "And you?"

"I am an actual wedding crasher" you replied, cheeky smile adorning your lips despite the shyness you felt as your eyes locked with his. It was his time to raise his eyebrows and your turn to take a sip of beer as he repeated what you had asked seconds before. "Really?"

"No, I'm friends with the groom" you replied winking, enjoying the stranger's company and humor, his smile causing small dimples to appear in his cheeks as he looked down at his lap.

"You got me," his hand suddenly stretched towards you, palm open and inviting, "I'm Charles."

He kept shrugging and avoiding your eyes, despite the fact that he had willingly chosen to go to the place where you worked. It was making you impatient and angry, those emotions replacing the initial shock and sadness.

"I need your help choosing a book," his voice sounded weak and embarassed, shame coming through every vowel. You stood still, waiting for him to continue, wishing he'd speak faster, explain himself already or just leave and forget he even came. "For my girlfriend"

Those words twisted inside you like a sharpened knife that knew the cut would merely hurt, not kill. Despite that, you knew better, you refused to let him notice any sort of hint of how that information affected you. "Oh wow," was all you could say at first, turning around to keep placing books in shelves, distracting at least your body since your mind was restless "birthday?"

"Uh? Oh no, 6-month anniversary" he muttered, almost inaudibly. You were too aware suddenly of how your clothes felt on you, how ironic red was in the necklace you were wearing as you placed Anne Boleyn's biography in its correct place, tight between the other books. You refused to look to him now, nodding intensively so he would understand that you had heard what he said, your skin prickling as you struggled to move. Calculations ran through your mind, trying to place those 6 months in the timeline of both of your lives as he moved awkwardly behind you.

"It's funny actually, she really loves reading, I guess I do have a typ-" he began, trying to lighten the mood, but each word he said felt like another grain of salt being thrown at the open wound that was your heart.

“What does she like to read?” you interrupted him, purposefully so, knowing how clear your intention to move from the subject was.

“I read a bit of everything, but I love the classics,” you said as the cappuccinos arrived and sat prettily in the café’s table. You stared at Charles as he stared at you; his entire expression seemed to give you undivided attention, registering every word and movement of yours. He smiled at all the correct times, nodded at your statements and frowned at certain parts of your narrative almost as if he had been custom made for you.

“What’s your favorite book?” he continued, sipping his drink, some foam remaining on his top lip, a feature you smiled softly at, bravely leaning over with a napkin and cleaning it. “Thank you” he said as he noticed your blushing expression, his way of both reassuring you and brushing it off as something mundane, and you bit your lip, holding back a bigger smile than necessary.

“This is such a cliché,” you started, rolling your eyes at your answer, trying your best not to say it. “Go on” his hand suddenly stretched towards yours, resting on top of it gently, like a sheet perfectly fitted for a bed. Your body burned with the touch, what is symbolized, what it promised silently in that small café.

“It’s Catcher in the Rye,” you both burst out laughing.

“She loves Fitzgerald,” his hands touched random books, looking for something to do, fixing them, opening some of them and putting them back in place, reading the backs of them as if he was paying attention to anything they said.

“Good taste,” you tried the compliment route. You didn’t want to sound bitter, and you weren’t bitter. It was just a lot to take in so fast, his presence as painful as his words, the way both made you feel so small for such a big place, so big for such a tight room.

“That's the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool,” you quoted the author as you contemplated the choices available for a lover of Fitzgerald. Work could fill your mind. Pretending it was just one more client made it easier. “Any other author or book? Help me out, Charli- Charles” you cut yourself off before the nickname could come out, hoping he wouldn’t notice, knowing that he did. You felt his entire body tense behind you as yours did, making it seem like a picture frozen in time in place, The Star-Crossed Lovers.

Charles seemed so silent that you unconsciously felt yourself turning back to check if he was still there, if he hadn’t been a fragment of your imagination after all. He stood in place, for a moment his eyes looked at you as if they hadn’t seen you in his entire life, examined you as if you were as unknown as letters in a freshly printed page. That soon faded as he snapped back to reality, registering the question with incredible delay. “Faulkner. She also likes Faulkner.”

“Aaaand Faulkner is done” you brushed some of the dust off of your hands as you stood up, looking at the now organized Classics section. “At least for the next week! Thank you for staying with me, by the way,” you said to the phone, as its screen indicated that you had been on a call for 2:45:17 hours.

“No problem,” Charles smiled. You knew he did although you didn’t see him, and that sheer though made you smile as well. “Can you do me a favour though?” he asked, his voice filled with excitement, a puppy-like tone that you cherished “open the door, I’m freezing.”

At first you were confused at his request, and you were close to questioning it until it hit you. You didn’t believe it. There could be no way he was- you rushed to the bookshop’s door, opening it while still holding your phone. Heart racing, you opened the door and saw Charles’ frame standing there, the lights illuminating his red cheeks and nose from the cold, one hand awkwardly holding the cellphone, the other trying to balance two warm drinks. He was wearing a beanie that made him look younger, softer, a puffer jacket that seemed to hug him perfectly- “Is there a code or something?” he jokingly asked, his breath visible due to the cold air outside, and you realized you had been staring for too long. You stood aside, turning the phone off as he placed the cups on the counter and removed his extra clothes.

“You didn’t have to,” you started. “I wanted to.” “You’re so sweet I could kiss you right now.” “Do it, then.”

 You started browsing through the spines of the books in the shelves in front of you, looking for answers to more than one question, relying on pulling you sleeves down to your hands to mask your nervousness.

“How have you been, though?” his voice made you jump a bit, pulling you back to reality as you pulled 2 books and held them against your chest with one hand, trying to keep them from falling by lifting a leg – an awkward stance, you were sure. “Great, actually” you replied, unconvincingly so.

Things were hard after what happened with Charles, and you had taken many different routes to get over it all at first – waking up hungover in strangers’ beds, not leaving the house, breaking hearts for fun, letting people use you for fun, meaningless moment after meaningless moment, where the highlight would be hearing a voice that sounded even slightly similar to his. They got slightly better, of course, a year had passed, you could function, yet it hadn’t scarred yet – it wasn’t even close. The wound was open and bleeding and hideous and his presence, his voice, his smell, his request, it all just made the blood spill harder.

“Really?” “Hmhm,” a nod. A cough from behind you, making you turn around. His face was stern, serious. Charles was considering if coming was a good idea, what even drove him to do it in the first place. There were so many bookshops, so many other gifts he could give, yet he felt like showing up, like seeing you, at least once. Now he was there and he felt peculiar. Something close to guilt crawled on his chest, but he wasn’t sure what he was feeling guilty of, which in turn intensified his guilt.

You reached for a third book, and as you did so, the ones you were holding fell once again on the old wooden floorboards. “Shit” you muttered, crouching to grab them as Charles did the same, you two being so familiarly close, the irony of the cliché overwhelming the both of you. Getting up, Charles felt the need to offer his hand for you to hold, a support you refused to take and acknowledge, pretending you didn’t see it when it reality it seemed to be screaming at you loudly and intensely.

“So here are my recommendations, I guess” you sighed, letting him assume it was due to tiredness, knowing that he wouldn’t. Placing the 3 books on the nearest table, they faced the both of you as you stood next to each other, his arm brushing against yours, eyebrows furrowed as he examined their covers and details carefully.

Mrs. Dalloway, Age of Innocence, and One Hundred Years of Solitude sat perfectly, yet stared at the both of you defiantly, knowing their words could cut through both of your souls if they pleased.

“Don’t let yourself die without knowing the wonder of fucking with love” Charles read aloud, laying in your bed next to you, your head resting gently on his chest as you felt him laugh softly, lying naked in . “You’re right, I think I like this author.”

You laughed alongside him, both unaware of the fact that you were laughing for different reasons.

Charles’ eyes glanced quickly towards you, the same memory haunting your minds as if you were locked in a cinema of nostalgia. Shyly, his hand reached towards the hardback edition of Age of Innocence, its soft colors drawing him attention when the other options were either too painful to grab or not as tempting for his eyes.

You leaned against the polished table, looking at the way he touched the pages tenderly, fingers brushing them with a softness that reminded you of times that had gone by yet seemed to close and so recent.

His features seemed so focused, eyes moving slowly across each sentence, eyelashes prettily adorning them, his throat bobbing up and down as he swallowed dryly. He almost seemed unreal, a mirage of a stranger who was once so familiar to you, breaking the spell when he chuckled softly. “What?” you asked, whispering, too afraid that a sudden movement might make him disappear entirely. The normalcy of the moment was as terrifying as it was comforting, a moment in which it seemed like you two were the same again. “Nothing it’s just, one of the sentences I stumbled upon…”

“Which one?” you rested your chin in your hand while looking up at him, forgetting the previous moments, the previous year, every previous instance in its entirety as he looked back down at you and bit his lip nervously.

“I want somehow to get away with you into a world where words like that -categories like that- won't exist. Where we shall be simply two human beings who love each other, who are the whole of life to each other; and nothing else on earth will matter.” the room went cold and silent as the night.

“I can’t give you a relationship” he stood in his own kitchen like a foreigner, a man you almost did not recognize. “Why not?” “Because I don’t do relationships and I don’t like labels and I don’t want to hurt you by convincing you that I can.”

Your ears rung as you fought back tears. You wouldn’t cry. You were too proud for that, to show him this mattered way more to you than to him. “If you don’t want to hurt me then try, Charles.”

He shrugged, arms opened in defeat and eyes looking at the window, the snow falling down outside, locking you both in this confrontation. “I can’t.” Frustration invaded your bones and skin as you asked why once again, though your voice was tired and broken.

“It’s not because of you, I just- Can’t I just love you?” “That’s what I’m asking you to do by staying,” you reply cut like ice, and as he moved closer to you and held your face in his hands, you knew you had lost. “I can’t. Because I can’t do relationships.”

“But you will” you pushed him away as you left, knowing you were leaving your toothbrush, spare underwear, and heart there.

He interrupted the stillness before you did, clearing his throat and his mind, failing to relieve you of the pain of the past. “I’ll take this one” he said, now too polite, too frigid to go back.

You held the book and moved towards the counter, aware of his footsteps behind you, following you. You knew he was doing it because he had to pay, because he was a customer, because that’s what you’re supposed to do – yet part of you wanted it to be for a different reason, wanted his hand to suddenly reach for your wrist and tell you it was all a lie, a big prank, he was sorry and he took it all back.

You wanted him to say something daring enough for you to explode at him, to scream everything you’ve been holding inside for a year, to go back to that kitchen and its dimmed lights. To dare yourself to ask how dare he come into your workplace and throw everything at you, all politeness and fragrance and small talk, like it was nothing when you felt everything.

Instead, you wrapped the present nicely, placing a bright ribbon at the top while he fidgeted with his wallet from the other side of the counter. It was almost done, this exchange, and you didn’t know how to feel anymore. You were tired. So tired.

“Why did you come here?” you asked, facing him fully, staring at his green eyes that tried their best to hold your gaze. “Seriously, Charles, why did you come here?”

At first, he stayed silent. You refused to break the silence this time, even if he left without an answer you knew you had asked it, you did not save it for late nights lying awake. “I know you think I didn’t love you, but I do” he said.

It didn’t seem like a reply to your question, it seemed like a statement he was waiting to get out since the moment he walked in, the phrasing odd with its verbs being intentionally used in different tenses that didn’t seem to matter, at least not anymore. All you could do was laugh in disbelief, anger, or hurt, or a mix of both spreading throughout your body.

“You were- are- very important to me. You helped me realize a lot of things and if I could, I would go back in time in a heartbeat. But I can’t” he grabbed the present, hinting at the fact that he was going to leave, yet it didn’t seem fair to you. This wasn’t an apology, and was nowhere close to it, your hands trembling were a proof of such.

“You never can” you raised your chin, pride fighting against hurt as tears threatened to roll down your cheeks, jaw tense and firm, “not when it comes to me.” And there it was. What you both knew was true, said aloud like a forbidden fruit that was now bit into.

“It’s more complicated than that. And it’s alright for you to hate me, but I genuinely do love you. I care about you and think about you more than I should-“

“Do you love her?” it was a stupid question, and you knew that. You knew whatever answer he gave you would be a slap in the face, unsatisfying and painful either way. You hated yourself for the slight jealousy you felt towards a woman you barely knew, who wasn’t at fault at all, whose only problem was being too lovable.

“I do. I wouldn’t have known that if it wasn’t for you” “Oh wow. Thanks for that one” you crossed your arms across your chest, making yourself smaller, trying to hide while looking at the clock – 15 minutes left until the shop closes. 15 minutes left of the last time you’ll ever see him.

“Why wasn’t it enough? Why wasn’t I enough?” he wanted to reach for you and hold you, a moment of involuntary movement almost drove him to do something he couldn’t possibly do, not anymore, at least. You looked at his sudden jerk of movement, how he stopped as if his muscles burned and prevented him from acting upon his instincts. It was the best answer he could’ve given you.

“I’m selfish. I want to look at a bookshelf and know a piece of you is there. I know I’ll never fucking see you again, and I’ll leave you alone, but God I need something to remind myself that you’re real” he said, eyes closing in shame or frustration, you couldn’t say.

“You took a part of me with you that night. And I’ll never get it back. And you walked in today and took a bit more. More than that book. And every time I think of you, you take another piece. So when you look at that book, think of your girlfriend. I am real. But what we had wasn’t. Not anymore.”

You started closing the register, ignoring his presence, hoping he’d go away. The only reason you noticed him leaving was the small bell that rang as he opened and closed the door, and you finally succumbed and let the tears run free.

[planetatlas]

~ Sanctuary ~ Duncan (TDI)

Summary: You and Duncan are childhood friends. After Duncan leaves for the show he got cast on, Total Drama Island, all the both of you do is count the days until he gets home.

Content: Fluff, you patiently waiting for Duncan to come home, Duncan using his love for you as his coping mechanism for getting through the show.

A/N: I listened to Sanctuary by Joji the entire time I was writing this. Just a bit of childhood friends to lovers fluff.

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It was summertime. Five year old Duncan was currently chasing a five-year-old (Y/N) through the park. The sun was shining, Duncan could barely hear the birds whistling and cars driving by over the wind rushing through his ears as he ran as fast as he could after you. “TAG! You’re it!” He screamed as he finally got close enough to slap your back lightly. He watched you turn around before he took off sprinting the other direction. You were getting closer, and closer, until your little hand began reaching for his arm. You were so close to touching him, just a little further and- 

He felt a slight poking sensation on his butt, then fully woke up when he felt something poke him in the nose. He grabbed whatever was poking him before standing up and snapping it in half. It was a stick. The other members of his team were using a stick to wake him up. He was more than a little irritated, as not only had he warned them not to wake him, but they also used a stick and poked him instead of just shaking him or yelling or literally anything else. On top of that, they interrupted a dream of a fond memory he has of when you two were children. It was the day you two had met. As he demanded an explanation and then proceeded to teach his team how to win dodgeball, you stayed in the back of his mind. He wondered if you were watching him right now. 

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You watched as Duncan led his team to victory in the dodgeball tournament, this episode’s event. You laughed quietly to yourself at the fact that he managed to turn the tournament into a game of one-sided prison dodgeball. You felt slightly bad watching the other team get demolished, but you were happy for Duncan for winning that episode. As it ended and you turned your TV off, you bid your parents goodbye as you grabbed your things and headed to your room. As happy as you were that Duncan was offered such a big opportunity like this, you also felt lonely. It felt a little selfish, but you missed Duncan a lot. He was basically the only person you talked to, but you tried to keep yourself occupied by talking to and hanging out with your other school friends. You just wished you could communicate with him and see how he was doing. The show he was on looked a little brutal, and you couldn’t help but worry about his well-being. 

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This place was starting to get to Duncan. He didn’t show it outwardly, but it was starting to drain him and he felt like he was going insane. He knew the viewers of Total Drama Island probably believed it was all for show, but this show was actually physically dangerous sometimes. The only thing that kept him sane and determined was counting down the days until he got to go home, to you. He sat on the steps of his cabin and watched as everyone mingled about since this was one of the rare moments the cameras weren’t stalking them and they got to hang out together freely. That was another thing that got on his nerves, the constant invasion of privacy. It was all stacking up and causing him way too much stress to be normal. Courtney walked over to him and asked if he was okay, but he shrugged her off, giving her the excuse of being tired and not in the mood to socialize. That was partly true, he only really wanted to socialize with you at the moment. He wondered what you were up to, how you were doing, what you had been doing since he’d left. He wished you were here with him. He then thought about his “relationship” with Courtney. The producers, directors, and Chris thought it would be a great idea, as it would bring in more publicity and spice things up, but Duncan found that he just could not make it real no matter what. However, he knew exactly why he couldn’t feel for Courtney romantically.

She couldn’t compare to you in his eyes. You were the one who held his affection, no one else. 

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You were sitting in bed, watching YouTube on your laptop. You were having trouble paying attention though, as your mind wandered to Duncan again. The episodes of Total Drama Island were getting more and more shocking and dangerous, and it made you wonder just how much of it was fake. Surely they wouldn’t knowingly endanger several minors to this degree, right? You were just glad that Duncan has made it this far unscathed. It reminded you of when he’d get into fights or hurt himself doing something stupid and you’d be there to patch him up, like always. The distance and inability to contact him was starting to weigh on you a little. You really missed him, but at least you got to see him and hear him talk, even if it was through a TV screen. You were grateful for this, as he wasn’t afforded the same luxury with you.

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Duncan laid curled on his bunk, one of your hoodies tucked into his chest. He’d made sure everyone else was asleep before bringing it out, he didn’t want anyone else to get a hold of it, much less know about it. They had done the “Phobia Factor” episode today and it took a lot out of him mentally. Initially, he was scared stiff at the mere idea of hugging a Celine Dion standee, but when he got up to it, memories of you and your comfort gave him the courage to go through with it. Before he hugged it, he just remembered the times when he’d freak out if you two passed one when you were out together, and you would tease him for it. However, when the nightmares would come the night after you always comforted him through them, not a hint of teasing or judgment to be found. He breathed in the smell of your hoodie, which was lavender laundry detergent. The moonlight was shining through the window, hitting the object in his hand perfectly and giving him full visibility to it. It was a locket, to which you had a matching one, with a photo of you in it. As time went on, he felt as though this show was as bad as juvie, with no contact with you. He was grateful he was able to bring your hoodie and the locket this time, since he couldn’t have them in juvie. As he considered it, he’d probably want the items here instead as sometimes this place felt more traumatizing than juvie. The lavender scent from your hoodie lulled him to sleep that night, unaware of someone who happened to catch a glimpse of what he had been holding. 

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You were struggling to sleep that night. You kept reminiscing on memories of you and Duncan. They were brought up when you watched the most recent episode of TDI. The fact that Duncan actually admitted to his fear of Celine Dion music store standees and had to hug one was hilarious to you. You remembered all the times he would jump when you would pass them, and then you would remember the many nights you had comforted him after a nightmare about the stupid things. It may be a silly fear, but you never looked down on him for it. It was just a part of who he was, and you took it in stride along with everything else. It didn’t change your perception of him, he was still the same guy you loved with all your heart. You then began to wonder about the romance he seemed to have with Courtney. You wondered if it was just some random romance for publicity or if it was real. It looked real enough, but something felt off. Maybe you just knew Duncan too well and could tell when he was acting or wasn’t being sincere about something. You hugged your plushie to your chest, trying to ground yourself and distract your mind from the topic. As you hugged it, you thought about how you got it. It was a plushie Duncan had won you at a carnival a couple of years ago. It was cheesy, just a stuffed rabbit, but it was special. It was the first thing he’d ever gotten you. Whenever you had to be separated from him for a while, or even if the smell would just start to fade, he’d spray his cologne onto it. It was subtle, but it smelt like him. Everything about him smelt like it; his room, his clothes, even his shampoo and conditioner came in the same scent, but it was his and it comforted you. You reached over and opened your matching locket to see the photo you had taken of him one day when he wasn’t paying attention. You fell asleep with the locket still clutched in your hand, which your parent took and put back on your nightstand before turning the lights off when they came to check on you after seeing your light still on. 

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Harold, DJ, Geoff, and Owen snuck into the Killer Bass cabin after seeing Duncan walk into the cafeteria hall. They dug around Duncan’s bunk for a moment before DJ pulled out a plain black hoodie. “It smells like lavender,” he informed the others as they gathered around to look at it. Harold then brought up the point, “I mean it’s just a plain black hoodie but I don’t think he’s the kind of guy to use lavender laundry detergent, and it’s weird that we’ve never seen him wear it,” the other boys murmuring in agreement and confusion, wondering why Duncan would have such an item and not wear it. “Look guys! Check this out,” Geoff alerted before pulling a locket out of Duncan’s pillowcase. Owen opened the locket before gasping in surprise. The other boys gathered around and saw a photo of a person in it. They began to question who it was and if they were the reason Duncan wouldn’t pursue Courtney romantically outside of camera view. Then they heard the door slam open. Everyone screamed when they saw Duncan, who looked like he was about to explode. Needless to say, they didn’t attempt to pry into Duncan’s life and warned everyone else not to either, but they didn’t tell anyone what they saw. They felt it was personal and believed it should be Duncan's choice whether or not to talk about it.

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You were watching the newest episode of TDI with your friends, just talking amongst yourselves when you weren’t glued to what was happening on screen. One of your friends asked you how you were doing with Duncan being gone for the show for so long, and you admitted that it had been a little difficult but you were grateful to them for helping you and keeping you busy. They began teasing you for having a crush on Duncan, saying you were “so in love”. You just rolled your eyes but you kept watching the TV as your eyes would stay glued to Duncan. One of your other friends then asked how you felt about his romance with Courtney, to which you responded saying it didn’t bother you that much seeing as how you weren’t dating and he could make his own choices. You didn’t admit that it did make you quite jealous, as you didn’t feel like it was your place to be.

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It had been months since he started TDI. So many people had gotten sent home, and finally, it was his turn. He made it to fourth place, he wished he could’ve won but it’s better than nothing. He was more than a little annoyed when he was brought to Playa Des Losers after being eliminated and seeing how much better it was than Camp Wawanakwa. Despite that, he was trying to enjoy what little time he had there. Since he was fourth, only three more people needed to be eliminated before they all went home which wouldn’t be long. Courtney did approach him at one point, talking to him normally before asking if he wanted to make their romance on the show real. He turned her down politely, stating that he already had feelings for someone else back at home. She inquired if they were dating and if the kiss they shared on the show counted as cheating, but he told her you weren’t dating but he still did it just for the show. She understood, turning to walk over to Bridgette and Geoff sitting by the pool. His mind then swarmed with thoughts of you. He was still counting down the days until he could see you again. The thought of seeing you made his entire body buzz and fill with warmth. 

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Seeing Duncan get voted off did sadden you a little, but you were also growing more excited by the day. Duncan came in fourth, which meant the show would end soon. Soon, he’d be back home, back in your arms. You could hardly contain yourself as the days passed by and the show finally ended with Owen being the winner. 

The day of his arrival was finally here and you couldn’t stop bouncing with excitement. You’d been anticipating this for so long. You watched as the plane landed, he’d texted you when the boat brought them back to the mainland telling you he got soaked and had to change before the flight. You laughed at that, and continued to wait patiently. Finally, the plane landed and the contestants began filing out. You stood there anxiously, searching for the green mohawk you’d missed. You noticed a few of the guys from the show do a double take when they saw you, but you figured they just had you confused with someone else. Finally, he came out of the loading dock and when he saw you both of you froze. You didn’t know what to do, you were so overwhelmed with excitement and shock and happiness that your brain stopped functioning for a minute. It seems like his did as well. 

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When Duncan exited the loading dock and caught sight of you, it felt like time froze. To him, no one else existed at the moment, and how could they when you were finally in front of him? After a minute he shook his head to clear his thoughts, vaguely taking notice of the other former contestants staring at the both of you, but he didn’t have time to process it as he lunged at you, engulfing you in a hug. You hugged him back just as tightly, jumping up as he reached you and wrapping your legs around his waist. His arms flew behind your back and pinned you to him, squeezing so tightly you would think he was trying to suffocate you but you didn’t mind. You two stayed like that for a while before releasing your hold on him and dropping back to the ground. You grabbed him by the hand and said, “Let’s go get your luggage and go home.” All he could do was nod dumbly like a lovesick puppy as he followed you to baggage claim. 

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You and Duncan were in your room, laying on your bed with you slightly leaning against stacked pillows and Duncan laying on your front with his head on your chest and your arms around his back. Duncan had music playing softly on your TV, and you were just basking in each other’s presence until Duncan let out a quiet hum. You nudged him to question what he was saying, and he brought his head up to rest his chin on your chest, looking you in the eyes. 

“You know the thing with Courtney wasn’t real right? None of it was.” he questioned you. 

You replied, “Of course I did. I know you well enough to know when something is off,” rolling your eyes at the end. 

Instead of a snarky reply, Duncan simply looked at you thoughtfully. He looked like he was gathering his thoughts and figuring out what to say before opening his mouth. “The fake romance with her did make me realize I need to admit something I’ve been hiding for too long.”

“Oh? And what would that be?”

“That I’m in love with you. The distance and not being able to talk to you or see you didn’t help either.”

You stared at him wide-eyed, mouth slightly open with shock. He watched your reaction for a moment, before disappointment crossed his face and he went to speak again before you stopped him. “Before you say it, don’t be sorry because you didn’t make anything uncomfortable. I’ve been waiting to hear those words for so long.”

He looked shocked for just a second before soft warmth filled his eyes. “Well if I knew you’d been waiting I would’ve told you sooner. In that case, would you go out with me? And do me the honor of going on a date this weekend?”

“Absolutely, I’m all yours,” you smiled gently as you responded to him. He gave you a content look before laying back down onto your chest, beginning to doze off as happiness and love filled his body. He felt like he’d been waiting for this forever, been waiting to be here. He’d been waiting to come home, to you. 

His sanctuary.

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A/N: I loved writing this one, it's just so adorable to me. Feel free to request anything!

[gatitties]

Mute: O3. Study

O1. Flowers / O2. Friends! / O3. Study / O4. Ice-cream / O5. Sick / O6. Locked up / O7. Fight / O8. Friends? / O9. Grateful / 1O. Wishes

ilsm @chiyoso <3 I can tag you in all chapters of course 🫶🏻

You kept ignoring the girls' advice, in a way it bothered you that they were afraid of Tendou hurting you but you convinced them that he was someone you wanted to spend time with. Without interfering much in your life, they let you be, as long as nothing bad happened to you, everything would be fine.

Today you finished the club activities later, some new plants had arrived that you had to place because it was your turn to take inventory. You wiped the sweat from your forehead and the dirt from your clothes to close everything and go to the bedrooms. Well, that was your main plan because you wanted to get rid of the dirt along with the bad smell but hearing the squeaks of the court it was inevitable not to approach. It had become customary to go visit the boys, with whom you end up having a strange friendship, you communicated with them thanks to Tendou, he was like a translator or rather like a parrot that repeated what you said.

You were received by a ball that almost hit your face, if it weren't for your reflexes you would probably have ended up lying on the ground because of that power. You blinked before picking up the ball and putting it in the cart along with the others.

"I-I'm so sorry!"

You saw how Goshiki bowed deeply over and over again, you waved your arms downplaying it, you couldn't get angry with such a baby even if that ball had hit you, the dark-haired man was undoubtedly your favorite of the entire team. You managed to calm him down, you watched their training again silently supporting everyone with smiles or nods, you helped clean up and now you are on your way to the bedrooms.

"So we're having a study session?"

Semi looked expectantly at his companions, searching for an affirmative answer to his question.

"Yes, please."

"Yes!"

"Would you like to join?"

Ushijima asked you politely, you going to decline so you could rest; lately they had sent more work than usual, also a few days ago you couldn't sleep well, but Tendou answered for you.

"Of course she'll come, she's probably a brainiac just like Shirabu, she can help us."

«Stop answering for me, Tendou»

"Oww, I just want you to join your friends, plus I'm sure our future ace needs some help with his homework."

Goshiki nodded frantically asking for your help since mister salty didn't want to help him, saying that he was too stupid to understand anything.

«Sneaky salami»

"Salami!? Is that an insult?"

You smiled innocently walking next to Semi, who was the calmest of all. You sighed internally, you couldn't deny that cinnamon roll help and Tendou knew it.

When you arrived at the room of the blocker and former setter you sat on some cushions, you were placed next to the first year to help him, you lent him some of your notes that despite being a second year served him perfectly to understand the basics. Bored you played with a pen scribbling from time to time, apparently your notes were understood so well that he didn't need you to explain it.

Tendou watched as your eyes traveled from side to side looking for something interesting, he smiled mischievously to walk towards the drawer where he kept his treasure; his favorite manga. You turned your head quickly as he hummed your name playfully, he pointed to the tome in his palm to repeatedly raise his eyebrows.

«What's that?»

He opened his mouth surprised and offended, you had no idea about that because you basically didn't read anything in particular. He practically dragged you next to him as he explained the story, slowly turning the pages so that you had time to read, you discussed some things with him from time to time. A few minutes passed in which he did not stop talking, then you began to feel all the accumulated fatigue, you ended up leaning on his lap to be able to rest, somehow his voice relaxed you so you fell asleep quickly.

"Tendou, she has fallen asleep."

Ushijima reported as he watched how you rested comfortably on the redhead, you instinctively hugged him causing him to stiffen for a few moments, resuming the posture he was going to wake you up but Shirabu stopped him.

"Let her rest, lately we've had a lot of homework."

He saw how you smiled in your sleep, snuggling closer to him, causing a faint blush on his face, he positioned you better so that he could hug you from behind and that you could rest on his chest. He wrapped his long arms around your waist placing his head on yours to continue reading the manga that was now on the table.

"How sweet you are, Tendou."

His teammates were not going to waste the opportunity to make fun of his blocker, especially if we talk about Semi, who constantly suffered from the redhead's jokes.

"Shut up Semisemi."

He stuck his tongue out at him childishly and they carried on with their chores throughout the afternoon without further interruption, without anyone waking you from your sleep, clinging to the comfort of Tendou's embrace.

[nayeonie99]

Nayeon x Sana / I've always been yours

Nayeon and Sana had been best friend's for a while now. They were inseparable, basically attached by the hip.

Everywhere they went, they went together. There was never a time where one of them was seen without either Nayeon or Sana missing.

They just enjoyed being close to each other. They always referred to each other as their comfort zone, because that's what they were. Their safe place, their home, the place where both of them knew they were always welcome.

It was especially hard for Sana, since she moved from her hometown in Japan to settle down in Korea, but Nayeon has always supported her and was always there for her, without thinking twice about it.

You might say they were soulmates, made for each other. Some people even thought they were a couple, since they always acted like one.

But they weren't.

They were just Nayeon and Sana. And they both thought that's what they'll always be, just best friends.

Until this one night happened that changed absolutely everything.

"Jihyo, I already told you, I'm not feeling like going out tonight and I bet Sana doesn't either". Nayeon flopped down on her bed, while she was on the phone with a good friend of hers.

"Well, I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I actually called Sana before I called you, and she wouldn't mind going out tonight". This made Nayeon jerk up from her bed she's been laying on.

"Wait, hold on, so Sana is definitely going out with you guys tonight?".

"Yeah, obviously, you dumbass. I'm surprised she didn't call you straight after her and I hang up. I mean, you both tell each other everything. I wouldn't be surprised if you don't share that one of y'all went to the bathroom with each other". Jihyo laughed out.

"Yeah ha ha, really funny Ji. No seriously, is Sana coming as well or not?". Nayeon asked impatiently.

"Yeah, she is. Why are you asking?". Jihyo asked and Nayeon could literally hear the smirk forming on Jihyo's lips over the phone.

"I changed my mind, I'm tagging along". Nayeon instantly ended the call and stood up to get ready.

She was surprised that Sana agreed to meet up with their friends though, because Sana had told her that she needed to study. But maybe she just needed to clear her mind because of all this exam and study stress.

They decided to meet up at a club they always go to. They're basically regulars there and also a lot of people know them already.

When Nayeon arrived at the club, she instantly went in to search for her friends, especially one specific person.

Just by the thought of the younger girl Nayeon's heart started beating faster, but she always told herself that it's just friendly excitement, since they both have such a strong bond with each other.

Sana was already impatiently waiting for Nayeon with their other friends. Her knee kept bouncing up and down the whole time, which didn't went unnoticed by Momo.

"Excited to see your girlfriend?". Momo teasingly bumped her shoulder with Sana's.

"Shut up, Momo". Sana playfully hit her arm with a small smile forming on her lips.

"Hey everyone, sorry I'm a little bit late". When Sana heard the voice she's been missing so much, her head instantly snapped to the side to see Nayeon standing there, dressed in black slacks, a loose white buttoned up shirt and black heels.

Nayeon's eyes instantly found Sana's. Their eyes searched each other like magnets. Nayeon took a seat next to Sana, of course.

"Hey, I thought you wanted to study?". Nayeon asked and slid a loose strand of hair behind Sana's ear, who just stared at Nayeon's face like she's under a spell.

"I-I umm, actually that was the plan, but then Jihyo called me and told me that you guys are going out, so I decided to go as well".

"Wait, hold on. So you wanted to stay home and study? Jihyo told me that she called you, and asked you if you wanted to go out with them, and that you agreed". Sana just stared at her, clearly confused.

"No, I only came because Jihyo told me that you agreed to go out as well".

It took them a few seconds before they understood that Jihyo clearly tricked them into thinking that one of them is going out as well, so the other one will tag along.

"Ji". Both, Nayeon and Sana whined out. Jihyo just smirked into her cup and took a sip afterwards.

"Anyway, since we're all here now, let's get this party started". Jeongyeon said and they all started ordering drink after drink. A few hours in and they were all clearly more than just tipsy.

"Dance with me". Sana breathed into Nayeon's ear. Goosebumps instantly started forming on Nayeon's arms, so she let herself get dragged on the dance floor.

Sana grabbed Nayeon's arms to wrap them around her waist. Her back was facing Nayeon's chest and they started moving to the beat of the music.

The way their bodies were rubbing together made Nayeon feel lightheaded. Maybe it was a little bit because of the alcohol as well, but all she could think of at the moment was Sana.

Sana's smell, her body, her face, her eyes, her lips...

When Sana pressed her ass a little bit more into Nayeon's crotch, she let out a shaky breath which made Sana smirk.

Nayeon let her hands roam Sana's body, she blamed her boldness on the alcohol, but it seemed like Sana didn't mind, not at all.

Sana let her head rest on Nayeon's shoulder, Nayeon's nose kept grazing her temple. She could smell Sana's shampoo and perfume.

When Nayeon felt Sana's fingers intertwining with her own, she automatically pulled her impossibly closer.

Both of their hearts were beating so fast, but they both decided to ignore it.

"You smell so good". Nayeon whispered in Sana's ear and when she let her nose slide down to Sana's neck, she could feel the goosebumps that started forming on Sana's skin.

This was so too much for Sana, she felt like she's going to faint any second. So she pulled Nayeon's hair slightly, to make her look up.

Their eyes met and the atmosphere felt so sharp, you could cut it with a knife. Both of them could feel it and see it in each other's eyes.

Nayeon's eyes darted down to Sana's lips, she always longed for her lips, she'd be lying if she'd deny that. She could see Sana swallow nervously, so she unintentionally licked her lips.

"Do you want to sleep at my place tonight?". Nayeon asked her and Sana just nodded her head.

"Let's leave now, actually". Sana said and grabbed Nayeon's hand to quickly walk with her to their group of friends, who of course watched their whole dance floor encounter.

"Ah, leaving already?". Dahyun teasingly asked them, while she wiggled with her eyebrows.

"Yes, we are. We both had a lot to drink and we need to study tomorrow". Nayeon mumbled and grabbed Sana's and her jackets and purses.

"Sure you do, have fun "studying", though I don't know what exactly you will study tonight". Momo smirked and Sana blushed crimson red.

"Let's go, Sana". Nayeon rolled her eyes and grabbed Sana's wrist to drag her out of the club. She fetched them a cab, which drove them to Nayeon's place.

When they made their way inside Nayeon's house, they both took off their shoes and jackets. Nayeon put their purses away and they both walked into Nayeon's bedroom.

From now on it's like a routine. They get changed, wash their face together, brush their teeth next to each other and then lay down in Nayeon's gigantic bed.

When Nayeon laid down, Sana's scent made her feel lightheaded again. This was the first time though, where both of them could clearly feel a tension when they laid next to each other.

None of them said anything, they just stared at the ceiling and heard the other person breathing.

"Do you regret going out tonight?". Nayeon asked and she could feel Sana turning to the side. She felt Sana's cinnamon-brown eyes burning into the side of her face, so she turned to the side as well, to look back at her.

"No, why?".

"Because you said you wanted to study. I thought that you maybe regretted missing a free day to study". Nayeon softly said.

"I only came because Jihyo said you're going". Sana said and Nayeon could see a small blush forming on her cheeks and ears.

"So you only came because I was going?". Nayeon smiled at her.

"Yeah, exactly".

"Why though? You could've stayed home and study".

"I didn't want you to go there alone, without me".

"How come?".

"Look at you. You're beautiful, so many people would've hit on you". Sana mumbled and Nayeon had to bite her lip, to stop herself from grinning so hard.

"You do know that people can hit on me even when you're with me, right?". Nayeon asked and supported her head with her hand, to look down at Sana.

"Would you say yes?". Sana shyly asked and looked to the side.

"Yes to what?". Nayeon grabbed Sana's chin, to make her look back at her.

"You know...if someone would hit on you? Would you let them? Or would you not?".

"Are you jealous?". Nayeon asked amused.

"H-Huh n-no. Of course not". Sana stuttered out.

"You don't have to worry about that Sana". Nayeon said and let her thumb gently caress Sana's cheek.

"Yeonie...". Sana breathed out and wrapped her hand around Nayeon's wrist.

"What is it?".

"I wanted you to kiss me when we were dancing. Is that wrong?". Sana asked and her face was crimson red now.

Nayeon bit her bottom lip and came a little bit closer.

"No, it's not wrong. Do you still want me to?". Nayeon asked her and pulled Sana flush against her body.

Sana's eyes darted down to Nayeon's lips and all she could do is nod her head.

That was enough for Nayeon, so she grabbed the back of Sana's neck, to pull her into a deep kiss. When their lips touched, it felt like a lightning bolt rushing through their whole body.

Their lips fitted perfectly together. Sana's hands clenched into Nayeon's shirt and Nayeon gently bit Sana's bottom lip, which let her moan out quietly.

"Nayeon". Sana rasped out against her lips and Nayeon couldn't control herself any longer.

She pushed Sana down, so she's hovering above her and let her eyes roam Sana's whole body.

"I wanted to do this for such a long time". Nayeon huffed out and slid her fingers slowly down Sana's exposed legs.

"What exactly?". Sana shakily asked, and held her breath when she felt Nayeon's hand slowly lifting up her nightdress, until her bellybutton was visible.

"Kiss you, make you mine, fuck you, whatever you wanna call it". Nayeon husked out and looked up into Sana's eyes.

Sana's pupils were dilated by now, the pink blush was still present on her cheeks and nose though.

"You can do all of these things to me". She breathed out and Nayeon had to grin.

"Alright, then let me make you feel good, baby". Nayeon hummed and stripped Sana completely naked.

"No, don't cover yourself". Nayeon grabbed Sana's hands, which were covering her chest.

"You're beautiful, let me see you". Nayeon softly said and placed a gentle kiss on Sana's knuckles.

"Let me see you too then". Sana said and tugged with her free hand on Nayeon's shirt.

Without hesitating, Nayeon let go of Sana's hand and started to slowly take off her shirt.

With each part of Nayeon's skin that got revealed, Sana's anticipation grew stronger and stronger, just like the pool of wetness between her legs.

The next thing that came off were Nayeon's pants, then her underwear. Both were completely naked now, taking in each other's body with eager eyes.

Both of their hearts were hammering against their rib cages. Without loosing eye contact, Nayeon slowly leaned down and pressed her naked chest against Sana's.

Nayeon could hear a sharp intake of air coming from Sana, their breasts were pressed against each other and they could feel each other's body heat.

The room felt like it's on fire. Nayeon's eyes were burning with something Sana has never seen before. She would be lying if she'd say that it didn't made her even wetter.

"Yeonie, please". Sana croaked out.

"Tell me what you want me to do".

"Anything, just do something please. I can't take it any longer".

"Hmm, so impatient". Nayeon smirked and placed a soft kiss on Sana's lips one last time, before she let her lips move down her jaw, neck and then finally down to Sana's breasts.

Nayeon kissed the space between Sana's cleavage, the underside of her boobs, then the top of her chest, trying to avoid the place where Sana wanted Nayeon's lips the most.

Since Nayeon was laying between Sana's legs, she could feel the heat coming from between Sana's legs. She could feel the wetness on her lower abdomen, when Sana bucked her hips up in anticipation.

"Nayeon stop teasi- Oh fuck". Sana moaned out when Nayeon finally sucked one nipple in her warm mouth. She let her tongue swirl around the hard nub, let her teeth bite into it gently, which made Sana's breath hitch.

Sana's fingers clenched into Nayeon's hair. When Nayeon looked up to watch Sana's facial expression, the grip Sana had on her hair got even tighter.

While Nayeon was sucking on Sana's nipples, she parted Sana's legs with her hands, so they're completely spread for her. She could smell Sana's arousal and it made her feel lightheaded.

The next thing Nayeon did made Sana moan out loudly for the first time. Nayeon grabbed Sana's hips with her hands and started rubbing Sana's pussy against her lower abdomen.

"Mmm fuck, Yeonie". Sana whined out and clenched her hands tightly into the sheets. Nayeon stopped sucking on her nipples and straightened her back, to watch Sana's wetness coating her stomach.

"Does that feel good?". She rasped out while she kept moving Sana's hips with her hands. All Sana could do is nod her head quickly up and down.

"Look at me, I want your pretty eyes on me". Nayeon said and not even a second later Sana was staring at her with dark eyes.

"Good girl". Nayeon praised her and Sana had to bite her lip, which made Nayeon smirk.

"Do you like it when I call you that?". Nayeon rasped out. Sana licked her lips before a smirk started forming on her lips as well.

"Yes". She responded and started moving her hips on her own. Nayeon was watching with lust clearly shown in her eyes.

"You look so good". Nayeon breathed out and Sana let out a moan.

"Nayeon". They way Sana moaned her name made Nayeon's stomach clench. She wanted to listen to this on repeat.

"Yes baby, let me hear you". After Nayeon said that, Sana's eyes rolled back.

"Yeonie, I want your tongue". Sana moaned out and Nayeon let out a groan. She instantly held Sana's hips still and laid down between her legs, her face was now facing Sana's pussy.

"Fuck, you're soaking wet". Nayeon whispered, while she parted Sana's pussy with her thumbs.

"Please".

"You sound so good too". Nayeon hummed, before she let her thumb rub gently over Sana's clit.

Sana's mouth opened a little bit, shaky breaths were leaving through her lips and when Nayeon finally sucked her clit in her mouth, Sana's head fell down against the pillows and her hands clenched into Nayeon's hair.

"Mmm". Nayeon hummed against Sana's pussy, a tangy taste filled her mouth when she let her flat tongue lick up Sana's folds.

"Holy shit". Sana gasped out when Nayeon pushed a single finger inside of her as well.

While Nayeon was flicking her tongue over Sana's clit, she started pumping her finger in and out of her. After a few minutes she pushed a second finger in.

"Nayeon". Sana nearly screamed out, which made Nayeon smirk.

"Are you gonna cum for me, baby?". Nayeon asked and Sana quickly nodded her head.

"Mhm, cum for me, let me taste you more". Nayeon rasped out and that was all Sana needed to hear, before her legs started shaking and her cum coated Nayeon's tongue.

Nayeon hummed in pleasure while she licked Sana clean. After she was done, she slowly kissed up Sana's body, before she pushed her tongue into Sana's mouth, so she could taste herself on Nayeon's tongue.

Sana's right hand grabbed the back of Nayeon's neck to keep her close, while her left hand was placed on Nayeon's left cheek. Sana's thumb was stroking gently up and down.

"I want to try something with you, let me know if you don't want to, okay?". Nayeon said after they pulled away from each other.

Sana nodded her head and Nayeon got up to grab something out of her nightstand. When she found the thing she was searching for and pulled it out from her nightstand, Sana's eyes nearly popped out of her head.

Nayeon was holding a strap-on in her hand. A realistic looking dildo was attached to it and it was a quite big one.

"I can put it away if you don't wan-".

"Put it on". Sana rasped out. Nayeon bit her lip, before she slowly started attaching the strap-on to her hips. After she was done, she knelt onto the bed again.

"You look so hot with that". Sana croaked out and licked her lips. Her eyes darted down between Nayeon's legs and she couldn't help herself, so she grabbed the dildo with her hand and started moving her hand up and down.

Nayeon's eyes shot up to stare at Sana's face. The sight she had was sinfully good.

"Lay down". Sana said and pushed Nayeon down by her shoulders, so Nayeon's back was resting against the headboard.

Sana crawled between Nayeon's legs and Nayeon's heart was nearly popping out of her chest.

Sana grabbed the dildo back into her hand and started pumping her hand again. Nayeon's eyes were glued to Sana's face. When Sana looked up and slowly started moving her head down to take the dildo in her mouth, Nayeon's mouth gaped open.

Nayeon's hand combed Sana's hair back, so it won't fall into her face. Sana gave her a show of taking the dildo completely down her throat, bopping her head up and down.

The room was filled with slurping noises. Nayeon felt like she's on cloud nine, Sana's hands were tightly grabbing Nayeon's thighs.

"Sana". Nayeon breathed out. Sana stopped sucking the dildo to look at her.

"Let me fuck you with it, please". Nayeon begged and Sana felt herself getting even more wet.

They switched places again. Sana laid down, her head was resting against Nayeon's pillows. Nayeon was hovering over her, her hands were placed on each side of Sana's head.

"Tell me when I hurt you, okay?". Nayeon softly said, before she placed gentle kisses on Sana's cheeks.

"Yes, I trust you". Sana said and this made Nayeon smile.

"I know". Nayeon hummed and let her thumb caress Sana's cheek. Sana pulled her down by the back of her neck, to press their lips together.

Nayeon let out a sigh and while they were kissing each other, she grabbed the dildo to position the tip of it against Sana's pussy.

Nayeon slowly started pushing inside of her. Sana gasped into the kiss and threw her head back. Her eyes were clenched together and her hands were tightly grabbing Nayeon's shoulders.

Nayeon kissed Sana's temple when she was completely inside of her. She let Sana get used to the feeling for a few seconds and then started moving her hips to start thrusting in and out of her.

"Mmm, fuck". Nayeon groaned out when she straightened her back to watch the dildo pushing in and out of Sana's pussy. Sana's wetness coated the strap and the room was filled with wet, filthy sounds and moans.

Nayeon grabbed Sana's hips tightly, to start pounding in and out of her. Sana's hands clenched around Nayeon's wrists and Nayeon was watching Sana's titts move with her thrusts.

Nayeon felt like she was in heaven. Sana felt like she was in space, getting closer and closer to the sun, getting closer and closer to explode.

Nayeon wrapped her hand around Sana's throat and started rubbing her clit with her free hand.

"Y-Yeonie, fuck. I'm gonna cum". Sana moaned out and Nayeon was watching in awe.

Nayeon placed Sana's legs over her shoulder. She leaned forward, so Sana was folded under her. Sana's mouth was gaped open, letting out silent screams and hot breaths.

The sound of their skin slapping together could be heard and they never stopped looking into each others eyes.

"Nayeon". Sana silently cried out and Nayeon bit her lip.

"It's okay, baby. Let go for me". Nayeon whispered in her ear and then Sana saw stars. She scratched down Nayeon's back, which let her groan out.

They were both panting heavily, completely out of breath.

Nayeon was the first to catch her breath and without a warning she turned Sana around on all fours.

She kissed from Sana's shoulders down to her spine, before she pushed the dildo back into her.

"Oh my fucking god, Nayeon. It's so deep". Sana moaned out and clenched her hands into the sheets.

"You look so hot like this. I wish you could see how sexy you look right now". Nayeon said and then started fucking Sana in a steady pace.

"You fuck me so good, Yeonie". Sana moaned out and Nayeon couldn't fight the moan leaving her lips as well.

She started picking up the pace of her thrusts, until she was pounding Sana. She let her hand slam down on Sana's ass, spanking her.

"Mmm, fuck". Sana cried out and her knuckles were turning white already.

Nayeon pulled her up by her hair, a hand tightly wrapped around Sana's throat. She turned Sana's face to the side, so she was looking into Nayeon's eyes.

"Does that feel good?". Nayeon whispered against her lips.

"Yeah". Sana breathed out and clenched her nails into Nayeon's thighs.

"Tell me how good it feels".

"So fucking good, you make me feel so good". Sana moaned out and Nayeon let out a moan.

"I want you to cum all over me, can you do that for me?".

"Yes, everything you want".

"You're such a good girl, Sana". Nayeon hummed and let her hand slide down Sana's stomach, to start rubbing her clit with her pointer and middle finger.

"Yeonie". Sana cried out and threw her head back against Nayeon's shoulder. Nayeon started leaving kisses all over her neck.

It didn't take much longer for Sana to reach her climax.

Nayeon slowly pulled out of her and turned Sana around, so they're facing each other again. She took the strap-on off and threw it next to the bed.

Nayeon wrapped Sana's arms around her neck, before she wrapped her right arm around Sana's waist, to push them back down on the bed.

They kissed each other, but couldn't help to smile into the kiss.

"You're really good at that". Sana shyly said and Nayeon couldn't help the grin forming on her face.

"Yeah, it was quite audible how good I am". She smuggly said. Her grin grew wider, when she saw the blush forming on Sana's cheeks.

"You're a jerk". Sana whined and gently punched Nayeon's arm.

"Yeah, but I'm your jerk". Nayeon said and smiled at Sana, with her gummy smile showing.

Sana's heart instantly started beating faster.

"I love you". Sana breathed out. It was probably the high from all her climaxes talking, but she meant it with every single part of her body.

Nayeon's mouth gaped open, her thumb was caressing Sana's cheek.

"I love you too. God, I'm so in love with you Sana, you have no idea". Nayeon confessed.

All Sana could do was grin. She felt like the happiest person on the world right now. She pulled Nayeon down into a gentle kiss, both of them smiled when they pulled away.

"You're mine now". Nayeon said and rubbed her thumb over Sana's bottom lip.

"I've always been yours". Sana said, while she was playing with Nayeon's fingers.

"You're so cheesy". Nayeon giggled and snuggled her face into Sana's neck.

Sana quickly pecked Nayeon's temple, before she wrapped her arms around her waist, to pull her closer.

They just stayed like this. Naked, wrapped into each others arms, snuggled up, until both of them slowly fell asleep, with the difference that they won't sleep alone from now on.

They aren't just Sana and Nayeon anymore, instead they are Sanayeon now.

Forever.

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Best (Web Novel) Hater Tournament

Last Updated: July 27th, 2024 - Please check the original post for updates

Submissions Closed - Masterpost here

[Plain Text: Submissions Closed /end pt]

Rules:

Must be from a web novel or adaptation

Can be a hater of any kind or just have the hater soul

Please submit one character per response (no limit overall)

Tournament Tag: #best hater tournament

Arthur Galvhan from Unlucky Clover

Submission: Legitimately nominating him because he's such a hateful piece of shit that his irrational hatred causes the apocalypse. That is simply an impressive amount of being an absolute asshole. 

Han Sooyoung from Omniscient Reader’s Viewpoint

Submission: She spent years hating on a web novel similar to her own through an anonymous account and hate reading the comments it's sole reader posted. Even after the novel came to life, she still kept criticizing its horrible writing and protagonist. 

Hua Cheng from Heaven Official’s Blessing 

Submission: Treats nearly everyone that isn't Xie Lian with derision

Wiki Link

Jiang Cheng from Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation

Submission 1: Hates Wangxian's relationship. 

Submission 2: Dude devoted more than a decade of his life to hating on his dead kind-of-brother (it's complicated) how has he not been submitted already? bonus points for his actor's many faces of utter disgust in The Untamed 

Mod Propaganda: Haterism so bad you can start fandom discourse just by name-dropping him. 

Wiki Link

Jun Wu from Heaven Official’s Blessing

Submission: 

(Spoilers) Tossing his old pals into lava and then destroying an entire generation of gods wasn't enough! He also ground the old generation of gods up and made them into the foundation of the new Heavenly Realm, so everyone steps all over them whenever they're walking around. Also an over simplified explanation of the entire plot is basically Jun Wu hears one phrase that sets him off and decides to be a giant hater because of it, destroying a whole kingdom within like three to four years in the process. This guy is the epitome of "...and I took that personally."

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Lan Jingyi from Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation 

Submission: jingyi hates su she so much even though they've never interacted before and then absolutely obliterates him verbally in front of almost every sect leader, what a legend

Lan Wangji from Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation / MDZS

Submission: Just because he's quiet doesn't mean he's not a hater. He gets his hate across economically. Jin Guangyao? Hated. Su She? Hated. Jiang Cheng? Don't even ask. Loathed entirely. Anyone else not in his immediate family (including problematic cancelled husband Wei Wuxian)? Not even worth his time. Bro even hates himself (sometimes) 

Mu Qing from Heaven Official’s Blessing

Submission: https://www.tumblr.com/bonesblubs/708661194148511744/inspiration 

Mod Propaganda: Mu Qing can split a tower bell in two yet can’t admit he wanted to be friends with someone he’s known for 800+ years without trying to immediately kill himself. Randomly started reciting a poem about his least favorite coworker’s dick just to fuck with him (Feng Xin). Said he’d kill a bride like Xie Lian if she was sent to him. 

Wiki Link

Shen Jiu / Original Shen Qingqiu from The Scum Villain’s Self-Saving 

"Even if all of this could be redone from the beginning, in the end, the conclusion would remain the same. My heart is full of malice, my insides hatred and resentment. Today, Luo Binghe wishes for me to die horribly, and I only have myself to blame." - Shen Jiu, The Scum Villain’s Self-Saving System, Volume 4: Chapter 24 (Reddit 1, 2)

Submission: Both the Shen Qingqius are haters just in very different ways 

Mod Propaganda: The Scum Villain that beefed with a 14-year-old out of jealousy & tried to kill him. 

Wiki Link

Shen Yuan/Qingqiu from The Scum Villain’s Self-Saving System 

Submission 1: He was an anti fan that literally got so mad at a novel he was reading that he died and then was transmigrated into the novel he hated (besides the main character) as the villain. The author of said novel also transmigrated and they formed a love/hate broship.

Submission 2: 

My man is the hater-est hater to ever hate, except like Kendrick Lamar. He hate-read a webnovel with over 20 million words, and left scathing commentary on every single chapter. Even the author Shang Qinghua, of the webnovel PIDW, which by subtext was very very popular, knew Shen Yuan (Peerless Cucumber) as the legendary anti-fan.  He hated it (everything except the protagonist Luo Binghe) so much that after reading the last chapter, he choked and died (...slight exaggeration). Shen Yuan also proceeded to transmigrate into the novel, make everyone fall in love with him, use the power of headpats and 'a smile from the cold beauty' to overturn the genre from harem-esqe to danmei, bending the protagonist. Tldr, the power of Shen Yuan's haterism turned Cool Edgy Awesomely Powerful Protagonist Luo Binghe to soggy wet clingy white lotus bing-bong Bingmei, and it's honestly better off this way <3 

Submission 3: he's an internet hater screenname Peerless Cucumber who hates this webnovel so much he dies and transmigrates into it to fix the entire plot and also he's left so many hate comments the author (fellow transmigrator) knows and remembers who he is after being in the webnovel world for decades. Dedication.

Su She from Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation / MDZS

“Stop thinking so highly of yourself. Who told you I cursed Jin Zixuan in order to frame you? Back then, I wasn’t working for Sect Leader at all. I cursed him simply because I wanted to!” ….Su She, “Those as arrogant as him--I’ll kill every single one who comes my way!” - Su She to Wei Wuxian, Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation, EXR, Chapter 104

No propaganda submitted

Mod Propaganda: Haterism so bad he straight up made a new sect. Cursed Jin Zixun. Has beef with a guy who barely knows he exists. 

Wiki Link

Yin Hanjiang from Devil Venerable Also Wants to Know 

Submission: Second half of the novel YHJ in particular, hater energy unmatched! Righteous sects? fuck them up. His own sect? on eggshells. His best effort at not murdering someone is to start wiping his weapon with their clothes. General vibe of 'if anything happened to Venerable i'd kill everyone in this room and then myself AND SOMETHING JUST HAPPENED TO VENERABLE'. Anyway get their asses babe <3

Yu Ziyuan from Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation

Submission: I would not blame anyone who went through the first half of the story believing that Yu Ziyuan hated every single person she ever met because she talks shit about her husband, her son, her adopted son, and her daughter whenever she gets the chance to. Sometimes all at the same time. She projects so much raw hater energy that she psychologically scarred her son for life. 

Dealer's Choice

Qi Rong from Heaven Official’s Blessing

“Obviously, those things weren't within the realm of consideration for Qi Rong. He swore like there wasn't a single person in the Three Realms he didn't want cursed to death. He called Pei Ming a rotten manwhore, Little Pei a kiss-ass, Jun Wu a faker, Ling Wen a damned bitch, Lang Qianqiu a moron, Quan Yizhen dog shit, the Water Master blackhearted, the Wind Master a tramp–he probably didn't know Shi Qingxuan was actually a man.” - Heaven Official’s Blessing (Tumblr)

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Thanks for the tag @thecomfywriter!

Character Profile Tag

I kinda feel like answering for Avymere :)

Name:

Avymere Kalaphon Spearsong III

Nickname:

Avy (Elsind tried this once and it did not work out)

Kind of being:

Skysheerian elf

Age:

153 (equivalent to late 20s/early 30s)

Gender:

Fe'penche. Skysheer has a broader concept of gender than most human societies. Fe'penche basically means a nonbianary person who fills a traditionally female role in society. A politician, in this case.

Appearance:

Standing at about 5'6", Avymere is tan for a Skysheerian, which means deathly pale for a human. They have an athletic build, wear gold-rimmed glasses, and have a scar on their right ear. Their hair is snowy white and kept short. Their face is a bit hawkish. They dress in an elegant, feminine fashion. Actually, here's a picture!

Occupation:

Avymere is their heir to the duchy of Salis. Their title is Duchon, and they will become Archduchon when their father, the Archduke, steps down. They also serve as their father's spymaster.

Family members:

Eluan Faltharin Spearsong IX (father)

Amarell Tethanven Spearsong I (deceased mother)

Pets:

Girl, they don't have time for that lol

Describe their room:

It hardly looks lived in. Avymere's room is a vast, marble space of gold accents and mahogany furniture. It's spotlessly clean and at the top of a tower, so it's got a massive window that looks out onto the nearby mountains. The only place with any clutter is their desk. This clutter is a diversion. All of their real paperwork is hidden under their bed, along with multiple weapons and a first aid case.

Way of speaking:

Incredibly formal. They're noble, and they talk like it, even in informal conversation. However, if need be, they can fake almost any accent or style of speech.

Physical characteristics (posture, gestures, attitudes):

Avymere is constantly on their guard. They never sit with their back to a door, always keep an eye on people's stance, and can focus on several streams of information at once. Their posture is royalty perfect. They also have an unconscious tendency to mirror people's accents and mannerisms.

Hobbies:

Talmel Valkys is an ancient elven martial art from when before Skysheer and Nabafyr were separate nations. Even though Skysheerian nobles tend to look down on physical arts, Avymere finds great solace in their practice. When they spar is the only time they get to be sort of a normal person.

Favorite sports:

I guess Talmel Valkys counts for this, too.

Abilities/talents/powers:

No magic for Avymere, sadly. They're the first Spearsong to be born without sorcery in a thousand years. They are a master spy and a top-tier fighter, though.

Relationships (interaction with others):

Despite coming off as exceptionally polite and charming in professional scenarios, Avymere is very stiff when it comes to close emotional relationships. They just don't have much experience in that realm. They could ask you out to lunch, but it'd sound more like a court summons.

Fears:

Given how their mother died, Avymere is very paranoid about assassination. More for their father sake than their own. They fear failing their people and losing loved ones. Also, they've kept up a facade around everyone for so long that they're terrified to be themself or show emotion in any true capacity.

Faults:

Avymere can be single-minded to a fault. They act as a leader even in situations they don't have the experience for because they've been trained to do so. Though they are compassionate, they have a very poor understanding of how the serfs of Skysheer live their life and have some definite unconscious prejudice. Not a good look for a noble.

Good points:

While their single-mindedness can be a detriment, it can also be a great asset. Avymere never gives up, never loses hope, and never backs down from a fight. They will sacrifice anything for the good of their people. On a smaller scale, they care deeply for their friends, and though they can be stiff and unnerving when they attempt to be heartfelt, they do try.

What they want more than anything else:

Avymere will give anything for the prosperity of their city. They hardly see themself as a person outside of their role as heir to Salis. They will kill, lie, and blackmail if it means the happiness of Salis's citizens.

I'll tag @ashen-crest @lavender-gloom @harleyacoincidence @pluppsauthor @vallkary and anyone else who wants to play :)

[softiecaro]

COME BACK...BE HERE CHARLES LECLERC

summary: charles and grace have been a couple for almost 8 years, but f1 and time as a couple are not compatible, making her be devastated every night for not having him by her side.

pairing: charles leclerc x grace (reader)

words: 3.4K

warning: angst but with a happy ending. some bad words maybe. reference to sex, but nothing happens. and as I told you before, english is not my native language, so any spelling or writing error is the fault of the translator.

notes: i added verses from elton john's “don't go breaking my heart”, but the story is still based on taylor swift's “come back be here”.

tags: @midnightric @dan3avacado (if you want to be tagged in the next stories, let me know in the comments! <3)

Remember that you can find the list of songs and the previous imagines here :)

Enjoy, C

Charles and I have known each other forever. Our moms have been best friends since they were little girls, so our families are very close. And that's how we basically grew up together, we saw the world together, and at some point in our adolescence we started to develop feelings for each other. 

When he was 17 and I was 16, he asked me to be his girlfriend, and that's when we began a relationship that lasted for years. It was a beautiful love, everyone thought we were soul mates, our mothers said "we always knew you would end up together". But something broke between us. 

Charles began his career at a very young age when he was 7 years old when he competed in karting races and from then on he has not stopped until today in Formula 1. Obviously I am very happy and proud to see how far he has come, but he has measured that he has been rising in his career, he has been having less and less time for his personal life itself, for his family, his friends, for me...

**

Light streaming through the curtains hits me directly in the face. I slowly open my eyes, reach my arm across the bed only to find the pile of crumpled blankets and a Ferrari hoodie as the only trace of Charles. I sit up a little in bed as I rub my eyes and see a small note. 

Love, I know I promised you that we could spend the day together. But my communications manager sent me a message saying that I would have to get to London earlier for a couple of interviews that weren't scheduled :( I'm so sorry. I didn't want to wake you up to say goodbye properly because it was so late and I know you were tired. Text me when you're awake and have read this. 

Love you, Charles.

I sit on the bed, reach for Charles's hoodie and take him in my arms. I inhale to catch the scent of his perfume. Seconds later I feel tears running down my cheeks and wetting the garment that I hold even tighter. 

We barely made the most of our time together. I had planned some things for both of us to enjoy today. I felt like my heart was breaking into pieces every time this happened, I hated needing him the way I needed him, I hated missing him the way I missed him. 

I didn't call or text him that day as he had asked in the little note he left on my bed that morning. Throughout that day, I did alone all the plans I had for us together, until the night came. 

Wearing Charles's hoodie, I curled up on my bed as I checked my cell phone. As expected, I had some messages and calls from Charles, also some from Pierre (which I assumed was Charles too, but from his friend's phone).

When I had some time and I could travel with him to accompany him to his races, we were invited to the after-race parties. He knew I hated parties, he knew I hated crowds, but I still convinced him that I would be fine and that I could handle it. But as soon as we were there, it would only be a few minutes and he would take me out of the place. We'd get in his car and he'd drive anywhere, he always had a special place. With the window open, the wind ruffling my hair.

Devastated, I remembered our times together. With Charles everything was different, everything was special, he made me feel special and loved. 

Just as I had done all day, I kept crying and crying, remembering our times together. This wasn't fair, why did everything have to be so difficult. I loved him, of course I loved him, but his distance hurt me. 

Days passed and I was still depressed at home. My routine was to get up, shower and go back to bed. But I couldn't go on like this, I had to get on with my life, so I drew strength from where I didn't know I had it and tried to get out of my state of depression. 

Before Charles arrived in my city that day, my boss had summoned me to his office to tell me that he was downsizing, making the decision to fire me. So now I am jobless.

I graduated in communication and public relations at the International University of Monaco, and since then I have been working in the same company. Maybe fate wants me to change places, after all it was not the best environment and I did not feel comfortable in that place.

That day I got up early, took a shower and had a good breakfast. With a couple of copies of my resume in hand and a bag slung over my shoulder, I wait for my friend at my front door. I could go alone to look for a job, but she refused me to go alone, saying that then we could also spend time together. 

We went all over the city leaving my resume in all the places where we thought they might need my services. We were very tired, so after being there since 7:30 in the morning and now it was almost 5 in the afternoon, she would take me home in her car while we had a coffee that we went to buy at a Starbucks on the road.

We were talking about random stuff with the music on the radio in the background when suddenly I heard the first chords of that song. Our song. 

Don´t Go Breaking My Heart. Charles and I used to always sing it and it was our favorite to play at karaoke. He sang the Elton John part and I sang the Kiki Dee part.

“Nobody told us 'cause nobody showed us. Now it's up to us babe. Whoa I think we can make it.”

No one told us this was going to be this hard, no one told me I'd miss him the way I miss him. Just when I thought I couldn't take it anymore, he would arrive, either with a message or better yet, seeing him in person, and it made my hope in our relationship reappear. We could do this, I could do this.

“So don't misunderstand me, you put the light in my life. Oh, you put the spark to the flame.”

—Grace, are you ok?— La voz de mi amiga me sacó rápidamente de mis pensamientos.

—Yes, everything is completely fine. 

—Are you sure? I see you a little… gone. Don't worry, you'll find a job soon.— Sure, she didn't know about Charles. I hadn't talked about it with anyone. — And if you need help with money, please don't hesitate to…

—I know, and I really appreciate it, Luna.

…

When I finally got home, I took a short shower and put on comfortable clothes. I sat on the couch to watch some TV, when I suddenly remember seeing a text from my mom, so I grabbed my phone to answer her.

mom<3: hi honey, why don’t you answer my calls? are you busy?

me: hey mom, yes, i was a bit busy sorry

mom<3: are you ok?

me: i'm completely fine, why the question?

mom<3: charles called me to ask how you were. Did something happen with him? You know you can trust me, right?

Now I understand.

me: everything is fine, don't worry

Obviously she wasn't going to believe me. So that same day at night while I was heating water to make me a tea, I heard the doorbell ring. I walk to the door at a fast pace, and when I open it I find my mother and Charles's mother on the other side, with some bags that gave off an exquisite smell. 

—Mom, Pascale... what are you doing here?

—Can we come in?— My mom asked with a smile.

—Please come in.— When they walk in, they both give me some hugs that last longer than usual. 

Yes, this definitely had something to do with the conversation with my mother earlier. 

—What do they bring there? It smells delicious.— I tell them as I close the door behind us and we walk into the living room. 

—We brought some pasta from the restaurant that you like so we can have dinner together, it's been a long time since we spent time together, don't you think, honey?— Pascale said with a smile. 

—It's true, yes. 

—Are you hungry baby?

—Starving. 

So the three of us headed to the dining room. I took the forks and napkins to put them on the table. 

—What do you want for a drink, ladies? I have some wine…— I tell them as I raise the bottle of wine in the air. 

—Please, what would this pasta be without a glass of wine? Bring that please. 

I put on some music and we started eating. I sighed when I took the first bite. It's been a while since I ate this pasta, with Charles we always used to go when we had time... 

—So honey…— Charles's mother said after taking a sip of her wine. I was sitting at the head of the table and the two of them at my sides. 

—I love you two with all my heart and I love that you're here with me, but I need to know the specific reason you're here.— Of course I knew the reason, but I needed them to tell me.

—Charles told me you haven't been answering his calls or texts since he left.— And he told us that he left without saying goodbye, that maybe the reason because you're mad.— Pascale says. 

—Yes.— I said simply. 

—It's more than that, isn't it?...—It was my mom, she knew me like the back of her hand. It wasn't worth lying to her anyway, one way or another she would find out. 

—What happens is…— I look at the ceiling and take a slow breath.— Yes, it's more than that. I'm not mad at him because he left without saying goodbye, I'm not even mad at him. It's something that's been around for a while, it's just… I miss him a lot.— With the last sentence, I feel my voice break. My mother puts her hand on mine.— I'm so proud of him, where he is now. But I feel alone, we hardly see each other because his schedule doesn't allow it. And I don't know how to tell him, because it's not like he can do anything about it. It's his job and I'm not going to stop him from following his dream or anything. But sometimes I think that we should…— I fall silent. I refuse to think that it's best that we end our relationship and go our separate ways. I can't even say it out loud

—We understand you dear, we only want the best for you two, always. And if you ever want to take different paths because you think it's the best decision, we'll support you.— Now Pascale places her hand on my free hand. 

—I don’t want to do that. I love him so much.— I finally break as tears fall down my cheeks. They both quickly pull their chairs closer to me and cover me with their arms. And I cry. First time I've talked about this with someone, I always kept it to myself because I thought it was silly and that I would soon get over it, I thought everything would get better. 

Calming my tears little by little and drinking the glass of water that Pascale brought me, we slowly return to our conversation. 

—And what did you do today? 

—Oh, I've been in the street since morning. Luna accompanied me to leave my resume to many places and… 

—Did you get fired from your job?— My mother asked. 

—Yes, but don't worry. I know someone will hire me soon, and I have money saved anyway, so I'll be fine.

—Yes, you'll be fine.

After that exquisite dinner and an emotional release with feelings that I had kept for a long time, both women left my house, leaving me alone again. I finally decide to send a message to Charles. 

me to charlie <3: did you send our moms to check on me? 

charlie<3 to me: you got me 

me to charlie <3: I appreciate it

me to charlie <3: I'm sorry I haven't answered you all these days. I'm not mad at you sweetheart, I just haven't been well and I didn't want to talk to anyone. 

I did not want to talk to him. 

charlie<3 to me: what happened peach? do you want me to call you? I have a time now 

me to charlie <3: don't worry, it's something I'd like to talk about in person anyway 

charlie<3 to me: do you want to break up with me? Hahaha

I swallowed at the thought. 

me to charlie <3: no 

charlie<3 to me: we'll be together sooner than you think, you'll see.

…

It was august, which meant that Formula 1 was beginning its summer break until the next race in Belgium, which was later that same month. 

So now Pascale, Arthur, the Leclercs' younger brother, and I were at the airport waiting for Charles to arrive. I couldn't stay still in my place, stamping my foot on the ground, biting my lower lip and my nails.

—I thought you had already kicked that bad habit, girl.— Pascale tells me as she moves my hands away from my mouth.— Don't worry, he told me he's almost here.— That clearly didn't help my nerves rise. Next to me I felt Arthur giving me a gentle push. 

—Speaking of the king of Rome.—And here he came. He was walking towards us with a big smile on his face. A cart with a couple of suitcases on it. 

—Son, my love. I missed you so much.— Pascale quickly wrapped her son in her arms as she placed kisses all over his face. 

—I missed you too mom, you have no idea how much.

Then Arthur followed. They both hugged each other along with strong friendly pats on the other's back. 

And finally he got to me. He stood in front of me and looked me in the eye. He brought his hand up to my cheek and I immediately sank into his touch, like a puppy being petted by its owner. 

—Hey.— It was all it took to pull me into his arms. He breathed a sigh of relief into my hair. Being taller than me, I was standing on the tip of my feet, with my arms around his neck and my face barely reaching to rest on his shoulder. We parted slightly from the hug and he took my face in his hands to leave a sweet kiss on my lips. I was not a big fan of showing affection in public, and even less so in front of his family. So the kiss lasted only a few short seconds before we parted ways. 

—Yuck.— We hear Arthur say next to us, who had already taken the cart that Charles had before. 

—Arthur.— His mother scolded him.— Are you ready to go home?

Charles nods as he takes my hand and strokes it gently.

…

That same night, we all went to dinner at a fancy restaurant that Charles himself had booked. With us were some of his cousins, some aunts and uncles, and my parents. 

Sitting next to me, Charles squeezed my thigh under the table while he had a conversation with one of his uncles and I laughed at a joke Arthur had made. 

Suddenly I feel the lack of warmth on my thigh as Charles pulls his hand away from me, only seconds later to hear him speak. 

—I would like to make a toast.— he exclaims and immediately has the attention of everyone at the table.— I want everyone to raise their glasses, I want to thank, first of all, the two women that I have at my sides.To my mom, who always knows what to say every time I feel bad, without her I would have given up a long time ago. And also to my girlfriend, who has accompanied me since I was a child and has not left my side since. But I still thank each one of you for being here in the first place, and for always being with me when I have needed it. The place where I am now is thanks to all of you, I really thank you from the bottom of my heart. 

After that toast, Charles asks me to join him for a breather and I immediately follow. He takes my hand as he leads us both out. 

He sits on a bench outside and pulls my arm so I can sit on his lap. With my hands resting on his chest, one of his hands on my waist and the other brushing my hair.

—We haven't been able to get time to ourselves since I got here, how are you sweetheart?— Despite the darkness, I can see the sparkle in his eyes and the moonlight reflected in them. 

—Better now that you're here.

—Don't you have anything to say to me?

—No.— Now I put both of my hands on his face to pull him closer to me and kiss him. It is a slow, passionate kiss, but not too much. I hear him sigh over my mouth and I feel butterflies in my stomach. I run one of my hands from his jaw to the back of his neck to lovingly play with his hair. His hands on my hips leaving caresses with his fingers.— I missed you so much. 

—I know you got fired from your job.— he said as soon as we parted a few inches. I frowned at him.— Mom told me.

—Oh.— I say simply. 

—Why you didn’t tell me? 

—I didn't want to distract you from your work, and I can handle it on my own anyway, honestly.

—I know that you can handle it. But it's something important, you could have told me. You will never, hey, listen to me.—He takes my face with both of his hands so that I look directly into his eyes.—You will never be a bother to me. 

—Charles, about that… 

—Tell me sweetheart. 

—You know, I was just thinking about us, and… 

—Hey, lovebirds.— Arthur's voice brings our conversation to an end.— I don't like being the third wheel, but my mom and my uncle inside are singing karaoke and I was a little embarrassed. 

—Did you say karaoke?— I asked as I got up from Charles's legs, completely forgetting the previous topic of conversation, as if I hadn't been about to tell him that I intended to end our relationship.— Come on, come on, pleeeeease.

Charles just laughs and follows me as I excitedly walk into the store. 

—Thanks for leaving me alone!— Arthur says. 

—You should get yourself a girlfriend, brother.— Charles manages to say before we enter. 

… 

Two days later, Charles and I were on our way to the airport. The Monegasque had prepared a trip for the two of us where we would tour Latin America with some of his friends, starting with Cancún Mexico, Peru, Colombia and ending in Brazil. 

My parents were taking us to the airport, so we had already said goodbye to Charles's family. 

—I want you to take good care of yourselves, please. Call me when you can to tell me how you are and if everything's alright.— My mother says as she watches us in the rearview mirror.

—And please use a condom. I don't really like the idea of ​​being called grandfather, I'm still too young for that.— My dad finishes. 

—Dad…— I say, embarrassed to talk about sexual matters with them. 

—I'm serious. 

When we got to the airport, the goodbye (my mom's specifically) was a bit dramatic. When she finally set us free, the paperwork for us to get on the plane didn't take long. 

The next thing I knew, we were already landing in Cancun. I yawn and look to my right to see Charles sleeping passively. 

—Charles, baby.— I shake him gently until he wakes up.— We're about to land.

Already in the place, a friend of Charles received us and took us to our cabin where we would stay for 4 days before continuing our trip. 

He and his friends rented a large space with a couple of cabins with access to a lagoon and that was also close to the beach. Our cabin was a bit away from his friends' cabin “so that we have more time alone” (Charles's words). 

Now we were all on a yacht in the middle of the beach. The place was beautiful. Charles and I were resting in the sun after getting in the water and being there for a long time. Our bodies side by side a few inches apart, our hands joined as he caressed mine with his thumb. 

—Everything okay baby?

—Everything is excellent, I love this place. 

—You know, I wanted to tell you something. I really didn't want to tell you until I'm completely sure it can come true, but anyway I want to tell you as soon as possible so you can take your time to think about it… You know my communications assistant, right? 

—Of course, Emma, ​​she is lovely.

I watch as Charles sits up and looks at me. I copy his action, now facing each other.

—Yes, good. You know that she is old, so this is her last semester in Formula 1 since she is going to retire. 

—Oh.

—Whether. Well I know this is going to sound crazy, don't panic. It was something that I discussed with the team and the head of the communications department. I told him about you, and he told me that it would be a good idea for you to take Emma's place... 

I was stunned. I opened my mouth and closed it again, wanting to say something, but nothing came out. 

—Please, don't panic, I know it sounds crazy. In the event that you accept, since you are not required to do so, It would include a process so that you can progressively include yourself in the team before Emma leaves. 

—Charles… 

He reaches for my hands.

—Grace, think about it… It's a great job offer. And besides, you and I could spend so much time together, it would be a dream for me to be able to see you whenever I want, all the time. It is a torment for me to have you so far away every day. 

—I'm not going to lie to you, Charles, what you're telling me is a bit scary for me. Totally changing my routine, reaching out to a whole new group of workers…Will they like me? Will I be good enough? Do you think I can...? 

—Hey hey, I know it's scary, but my advice is don't think about it so much, don't let those negative ideas eat you up. You are magnificent at your work, you always have been. And besides, how could they not like you? You are the sweetest, kindest and funniest person I know…

I walk over to place a chaste kiss on his lips. 

—I'll think about it Charles, I promise.

…

 In a blink of an eye, our trip was already over. Which meant there was only a week left until Charles had to go back to the reality of him in Formula 1, and I would have to go back to my reality of being away from him. 

I had thought about what Charles had told me, and I had thought about it a lot. Even my anxiety sometimes wouldn't let me sleep at night thinking about it. Did I want to accept? Of course. But it was impossible not to feel fear. Besides, there's a good chance someone else deserves the job a lot more than I do. 

This last week was planned to stay with Charles and his family. So while we unpack, Pascale is sitting on Charles's bed as she listens to some of the events of our trip. 

—I'm so glad you enjoyed it. Now I leave you alone. You must be very tired. I'll call you when dinner's ready.— And just like that, Pascale leaves the room, closing the door behind her. 

Charles sighs as he closes his already empty suitcase and sets it aside. He now sits next to me to help me finish taking out my clothes. 

—No need Charles, if you want you can sleep while I finish. Anyway, I don't have much left. 

—No, it's okay, I'll help you.— So we started unpacking. Silence filled the room, I could almost hear Charles's heart beating. It was time to talk about it, it was now or never. 

—I was thinking…— I started. Charles looked up to put all his attention on me.— You know, Charles, lately I've been thinking a lot about this, about us. I think… we both haven't had a very good time being away from each other for so long. Every time you take that plane that takes you away from me, I only keep half of my heart, because the other half leaves with you. And I am devastated. At first I thought it was something I could handle but the feelings were very strong. I never talked about this with anyone until that day when your mom and mine came to see me, I finally broke down and told them everything. Many ideas went through my head, I thought that perhaps the best thing was for us to separate.

—No, Grace, you, I…— Charles quickly cuts me off, scared. Still both on the floor, with the suitcase between us, I crawl around it until I reach him and take his face in my hands. 

—I love you Charles, I love you so much it hurts.— I whisper inches from his face. 

—I love you too, I love you so much that if you think you'll be better off if we end this, I'll accept it.— Just whispers, looking down at his hands. My heart will break, but I'll get over it in time, don't worry. And we can still be friends after all. 

—I don't want you to get over me, Charles. I don't want this to end, ever.— He looks up again.— You're the love of my life. 

—And you are the love of my life.— 

—And then, I was also thinking about what you told me about working as your communications assistant… I still have many insecurities about it, and it is something that has not allowed me to be calm. But…then I think I should heed your advice, and go for it, give it a try. 

—Yes, I told you so.— I see a small smile appear on his beautiful face. 

—And so I thought it would be nice if I accepted it.

—Tell me you're not kidding... 

—I'm not kidding Charles. 

—Are you sure? 

—Very sure. I go to everything with you, together. 

And suddenly, Charles gets up from the floor abruptly making me freak out. 

—Fuck, I can't find my phone. I have to call John now.— He walks around the room looking for the device. Then I get up and reach for Charles, hugging him from behind.

—I think it would be best if you call him tomorrow, there's still time.— He quickly relaxes into my touch. 

—You're right, I'd better wait until tomorrow. 

—How about we take a nap now?— I tell him as he turns to look at me. 

—Whatever you say, love of my life.

…

NOTE: You know, I really want to write a second part. I still don't know what song to inspire me with, maybe "lover", "paper rings" or some other (you can leave me recommendations in the comments if you like). But it would be to follow the story of Charles and Grace as they work together…situations in the paddock, lots of love. And maybe add some appearance from mick and inez (the story where she is an f1 journalist). What do you think?

[allsortzofcrap]

I need to find a mechanism through which I can look at the sherlock holmes tag on here without having to see the bbc's "sherlock" content whatsoever.

It's not so much that the adaptation is particularly terrible, although it is, but actually just that seeing Benedict Cumberbatch's face freaks me out (not for the reason you are thinking - having to do with tumblr culture of 2014 - although also that I guess).

The real reason I'm freaked out is because of a completely separate terrifying incident.

I've been very into Sherlock Holmes since I was a kid, so when that show was on the air, my family had cut off a cover image from some magazine reviewing the premier of the show that was a close up of Benedict Cumberbatch's face with the hat and everything and taped it to my door. I left it there for a day or so and then took it down. Then my mom and sister took it out of the trash and hung it back up in another location around the house which I again left up for a few days and then eventually took down.

We kept going back and forth for a few days until it basically became this game my sister and mom would play to irritate me. Hiding it in different weird locations to see how long it took for me to notice. One time it was on my closet door, in the laundry room, in the pantry etc.

Flash forward a while, my sophomore or junior year of high school i had just started smoking weed correctly and had not fully got a handle on how much I could smoke now that I was actually inhaling it into my lungs as opposed to just sort of breathing it into my mouth and then blowing it out very cool and nonchalant.

So i had really extremely overdone it at my friends house and when my friend dropped me home I was very glad that everyone was already asleep because I had basically spent the entire car ride trying not to puke. So i kind of speeed walked inside the house and like trip ran up the stairs to the bathroom and immediately yakked in the toilet. It was quite bad since I was very high, and the room was spinning, and I was scared I'd poisoned myself. Also I was trying to be quiet because I was convinced if my parents found me they would kill me and then make me get my stomach pumped (not how weed works but whatever).

All the lights in the house were off and it was super quiet so I just kind of laid my head on the toilet seat and tried to calm down. I could kind of see in the bathroom because there was a night light plugged into the outlet by the sink. And as I finally got the will to try and lift myself up and take a shower I raised my head and saw like a millimeter from my face making direct eye contact with me was a blurred bendict cumberbatch in his stupid fucking sherlock holmes outfit with like SCARY ass blue eyes staring into my soul. It had been taped to the inside lid of the toilet seat???

I was so absolutely caught off guard and I guess low key terrified that I immediately puked again and that image has become so entwined with the puking and the sensation of complete and total terror that every time I see him in anything it completely ruins it for me. Which is unfortunate because he was quite good in the imitation game i think.

Anyway so there's that. Any advice is welcome.

[eryanlainfa]

I just realized that even though i see your art of him and you talk about him a lot, i don't actually know anything about aiden. so. infodump to me about your OC lore please.

!!!! hi <3 I have SO MUCH to say about Aiden- and yet I don't share that much about them! I draw them a lot but never give much context, my bad xP

I did answer an ask a while ago about them here if you want! it has all the basic infos you might need and I've just updated it a bit because some stuff was outdated and I wanted to add some details. I also think you can find (very) few things in the eryanwrites tag

But you're asking for infodumping so!!! Imma infodump MORE >:3c

(this is in addition to the post I linked- you might want to read said post before, to have more context)

⚙ Backstory stuff

Despite being born in Old Corona, Aiden spent half of their childhood in another village even farther away from the capital. This village is run by a small saporian community and was mostly filled with travelers so people tended to come and go, lots of witches came by looking to seal their power to pass as human. So Aiden and their parents were easily welcomed there.

When Aiden was a child, the local Grandma (Aiden never learnt her name- she was just referred by everyone as Grandma) used to play with Aiden's hair a lot while she told stories. Aiden avoided cutting their hair for her, and even after her death they still refused to cut it.

Said Grandma was the village's healer and quickly became Aiden's role model. She was the first person to mentor Aiden in their quest to become a physician.

Aiden's second mentor is the current royal physician, the only one who didn't leave when the Queen got sick and no one could find a cure. Both of Aiden's mentor were/are unhinged and definetly shouldn't be trusted to teach children but that's why I love them.

Aiden is very not normal about human bodies. Both because of autism and the way their mentors educated them about it. Aiden is pretty desentisized about stuff most people would find gross.

⚙ Aiden's relationship with other characters

Aiden has a pretty good relationship with their parents. They're very loving people but a tad overprotective, it kinda made Aiden avoid talking to them about big problems because he was scared to worry them more than necessary, but overall they all love and care for each others. Aiden is just terrible at understanding and communicating his own needs.

They have many friends within the castle since they've been working here for a while now. They're also known outside of the capital since his mentor sometimes send them away, either on errand or to take care of villages without doctors.

Aiden isn't close to the main cast of tts, beside Varian. He respects and admires most of them but he doesn't consider them friends since he never really got interested in getting closer to them. They do know they can count on him when any of them gets hurt or sick, it's his job after all.

Aiden has a bestie- his name is Daniel, he's the son of the merchants proccuring most herbs for the physicians, and is currently part of the royal guards. He isn't a very fun person but Aiden enjoys how down to earth he can be.

⚙ random stuff

During the series Aiden went through like... 4 different leg prosthesis in one year because people (bad guy of the season) kept on breaking it. (I'll admit it was my go-to excuse as to why Aiden doesn't appear in canon. They're always off screen doing random things or laying on the floor stuck somewhere 😔)

They're very sensitive to temperatures since the Storm that made them lose their leg.

Aiden's magic got sealed by a tattoo on their back when they were very young, so as they grew up the tattoo got deformed and the seal weakened. Their extended family is the ones completely getting rid of it- by removing part of the skin. Hopefully for Aiden he was under hypnosis when that happens and he has no memories of it whatsoever. Varian is the one who found out about it and it made him really mad.

So you know Venefica's magic is linked to mind control. And Aiden caught feelings for Varian long before he caught feelings for them himself. Varian is very obvious about his feelings, yet Aiden doesn't acknowledge it at all. That's because they're somehow convinced Varian's feelings aren't genuine and is caused by their own magic they never learnt to control.

I mentioned witches cannot break promises so they avoid doing any, since it can easily end badly for them. Aiden (so far) made 2 : one to Quirin and one to Donella. The first one lowkey resulted in the loss of their leg. The second brought distrust between them and Varian. So yeah. Promises bad.

The only reason Hugo is allowed to call them Hobble is because he helped a lot with their prosthesis and still does

⚙ shipping stuff

At this point if you don't know I ship Aiden with both Varian and Hugo then-.. Idk how you escaped all my posting about them but I admire that, this is impressive. Anyway-

I wanted to try doing an actual love triangle so when each of them catch feelings it starts with : Aiden -> Hugo ; Hugo -> Varian ; Varian -> Aiden. Then things just... happen and at some point they all have feelings for both of the other and they are struggling to figure out what to do about it.

The first two to get into a relationship are Aiden and Hugo, but it's not really romantic, they're just having fun. Hugo quickly understood Varian was the team leader but the boy kept Aiden in high regard, so getting Aiden on his side would eventually bring Varian to it too. Aiden is very aware of it and is fine with it as long as Hugo isn't actively trying to get them hurt.

I have.. the worst love triangle dynamic chart ever :

I don't even know if its readable to others but oh well-

Anyway. I think that's enough! If any question rises I'll love to asnwer them! About Aiden or other ocs or timeline stuff- or aus- anything is fine

[jollyyoshi]

Space Girl Sketch OC + BACKSTORY

This is a sketch of Lina from my original space story I will eventually color this in and ink it though I don’t have the time to do that currently. I previously did the same pose and character though the head was horribly out of proportion.

This shouldn’t be the last time you see this character though. The character was inspired by Aoi Kunieda from Beezlebub. I have not watched that anime, I just looked up character designs. Lina’s bangs also were influenced by Serena from Pokémon X&Y. I also see a little bit of Green (Female) from Pokémon Adventures. One of the tags was going to be Pink Hair however I then realized that I didn’t color this in yet lol.

Lina’s character however is not based on anybody. It may have subconsciously based her off of SOMEONE though I can’t say who because it was not a conscious decision.

WARNING: Long backstory and mention of semi-brutal deaths. (Deaths are only mentioned as “character dies” rather than describing how they die and how the blood goes everywhere)

Lina was originally the daughter of a 3rd Galactic Government Aristocrat. During her toddler and very young child days, she grew up in a very well and rich environment. Everyone was overconfident and felt rich. That was until a group of pirates invaded this planet to steal the riches from these aristocrats.

Lina’s mother and father were both killed in this invasion. The pirate captain however discovered Lina and found she had quite a fighting sense. (She kicked him in the leg pretty hard) He handed her a gun, and she killed a pirate instantly. The captain then told Lina that he would give her a home, food, and riches if she would kill her sister. The captain didn’t think Lina would do it, but she willingly did.

The captain took Lina under his wing after that. At that moment, the captain realized how horrible all this killing was. It all led to this moment where he made a young girl kill at such a young age. The captain was still a pirate though he saw another dimension to his actions.

The captain along with his first mate were basically Lina’s parents. The pirates had many feasts to celebrate their plundering so Lina was well-fed. She also got to sleep in some of the most comfortable cabins.

The captain and his first mate trained Lina how to fight at how to use weapons. Since she was so young, this fighting was embedded and etched into her mind. Lina was also trained on how to pilot a Starfighter of which she was very talented. It was all very natural.

The pirates kept her off the battlefield for quite some time due to her being small as a young child. By the time she was 11, she had grown quite a bit and was ready to fight and steal riches. The captain mainly kept Lina piloting a starfighter so she wouldn’t be caught in the fire down on the ground. Plus, he wanted her to hone her skills and practice more.

Lina became very attached to these pirates and was very close to [insert lady pirate]. Many pirates saw her as her equal except for one pirate. That one pirate was the friend of the pirate who got killed back when they discovered Lina. He always hated how Lina was able to kill one of their crew mates and get away with it. He was also jealous of her strength at such a young age.

So, he called upon the 3rd Galactic Government to destroy these pirates. He gave them the coordinates, and the pirates were ambushed. They were unprepared for combat so the pirates had to fend them off with their lives. Many of the pirates died though Lina let herself be captured so the captain, first mate, and her lady pirate friend could get away. The evil crew mate ended up getting away and joining the 3rd Galactic Government.

Lina was captured for a few days, not even realizing how much time had passed. She was able, however, to sneak around the 3rd Galactic Government ship and find a Starfighter. She was able to get away completely unnoticed. Her goal now was to find her pirate friends. Unfortunately, she had no idea where she was.

So, she spent her life on a planet not too far away for about a month, barely hanging on to life. She then decided to steal some fuel and take off with her Starfighter to continue searching the galaxy. She then encountered the Giustizia Separatist Organization. She at first fought them off because she thought they were enemies.

They then revealed their intentions, being to fight off the 3rd Galactic Government. They then stated that they noticed Lina’s skill and wanted her to join the fight. Lina agreed and decided to join as the 3rd Galactic Government was the one who took her pirate friends away. Though, now she is more coldhearted and becomes less attached to others due to her trauma from losing her friends.

Even though she encountered much violence, Lina never really experienced loss. Her parents and sister never really mattered to her as she was so young at the time. And every person the pirate stole from were “evil”.

In this drawing, she is around 17 or 18. She’s gained a lot of experience and is still more coldhearted. The battle against the 3rd Galactic Government seems hopeless right now. The Giustizia Separatist Organization is really only a grassroots organization. That is until a boy enamored with her and a good squad come along which change her life forever.

And THAT is Lina’s backstory! There’s so much more to be expanded upon with her! The pirates really need to be fleshed out more. And this isn’t even what I’d consider the “real” part of my space story. The “real” part is what comes after. Very exciting stuff, and I can’t wait to write more!

[tinyshinysylveon]

I just saw on Google that Ochako confirmed that she is in love with Deku in the manga, is this true?

I'm really behind on the episodes, believe it or not I didn't even have the courage to leave the first episode. Yes, I ship BkDk, I'm following it through the community, you make me have hope, even though half the famdom hates this beautiful ship, I know there's a possibility that it's fake, I don't know, but I was sad about it.

I'm sending this ask to all BkDk analysis professionals, as you can see I'm a bit desperate, don't be surprised if you see this ask on other profiles!

(I researched more, it seems like everyone is against BkDk, even though the manga gives so many signs), can you explain it to me? what are the possibilities that BkDk will be canonized?

wooo i finally got time and caffeine to answer (sorry anon for the late reply!) -- i just realized you sent this ask to me bc you consider me a "BkDk analysis professional" and i am very flattered except i feel like i'm not one you say i am lol but thanks for the thought tho anon, so for you, i'll try my very best! ;;;;;

disclaimer: sorry for any spoilers if you decide to read on!

Anyway, when I saw that first question, I was so confused in the beginning because I didn't remember Ochako confessing to Deku that she's in love with him. However, I did go back to search it up and she did confess to Toga that she did fall in love with Deku (chapter 394) esp when Toga and Ochako had a heart-to-heart convo.

(i had to go for the raw ver. so that i can see what she says in japanese but it is basically the same as what it says on the translated ver. "...then, I fell in love with Midoriya Izuku and now, that's why I'm here to stop you!")

This chapter tho literally has togachako moments all over it! She was trying to reach out to Toga by revealing what her motives were and how they had changed from being a hero, not just bc her fam has poor income and she needed the financial stability, but for others (mostly influenced by deku) as well and that's why she's willing to even "reach" out a hand to Toga and listen to her feelings. (anon you made me read that chapter again and i'm in literal tears because i remembered she told toga she has the "cutest smile in the world" in the end aaa my heart asdfghjkl) Now, I'm not going to ignore that she revealed to Toga that she has feelings for Deku (even in the manga/anime, she's so obvious with her feelings by blushing, ashido teasing her, etc.) so we technically already knew from the start. It's just that she admitted it now, not really surprising tbh.

BUT, we have yet to know what Deku's feelings are in the matter or if he even reciprocates them. As far as I know (or I have seen so far), Deku literally gets blushy or embarassed around girls whenever he gets near them (like the time with hatsume accidentally landed on top of him) because he is still just a teenage boy with hormones who probably rarely have close girls as friends until he attended UA.

Please keep watching anon! Ngl, I actually had the same thought as you back then, but then I kept watching and watching until I finally caught up with the anime and manga. Hori does not disappoint when it comes to the BkDk dynamics, especially in the most recent chapters in the manga which I won't spoil for you, but it is definitely worth catching up to! I highly suggest you keep watching because season 6 by far has one of the best top moments I've ever seen that happened between bkdk. Also, a lot and I really mean a lot (bc I have posted a couple of bkdk posts back then when s6 was still airing so i read reblogged tags and chats lol) have even acknowledged that bkdk could actually turn into something special esp from the ones that were against it from the beginning. This means not everyone is against their relationship as you say they are. If anything, the people against it have actually lessened and the ones that are still hell-bent on being an anti are probably the ones that never read the manga, watched past season 1, knows that this is the top-ranked ship in mha and feel threatened it'll get in the way of their respective ship for bk/dk or just plain homophobes. I've never seen or recalled someone putting together a whole essay of why bkdk can't be together, other than, "he bullied him" or "guys can't get together in shonen anime!" or some other dumb reasons.

As for the other question, "what are the possibilities that BkDk will be canonized?" All I can say is anon, we just need to have hope for Hori to provide us that in the end honestly ;; Don't get me wrong, I love BkDk as much as the next person since I shipped them right from the start of episode 1 but I would still love it if Hori gives us a little panel at the end where they're working together in the same agency or damn, staying together as roommates under the same roof. He didn't even have to make it obvious, just make it indirect while us bkdk audience can fantasize about what's really happening behind closed doors while the others can think of it as them being platonic roomies asdfghjkl In any case, through my 'bkdk rose-colored glasses' tho, my answer would be a huge chance of them being canonized because of how much their relationship and character has grown so so much from the impact towards each other since s1, especially from Katsuki's end (i would love to show you the moments, but idk if i should spoil ;;;), but with the glasses off, I'm just really hoping it goes to that direction where Hori is one of the few authors that does it because I'm sure there are other shounen mangas out there that have their protags get together with the same gender, although subtle, but are not as popular as Hori's work.

Now, I would like to end this with a comment, please don't give up on shipping BkDk. You may feel like you're a minority who ships them, but we're actually a big growing community (esp in ao3 and djs) with just a lot of haters (mostly from the western side) because Hori gives us more of the spotlight and a whole lot of character development since the start of chapter one. I would say it doesn't really hit you for being proud to be a bkdk shipper until season 6. If you see it, you'll know what I mean because it still makes me tear up to this day ;;;

so here's to hori and to many bkdk moments we'll get in the future (hopefully in the upcoming movie!) and thank you anon, fellow bkdks, or prob other random but curious passerbys for coming to my boring Ted-talk haha

also here's dk looking at kacchan and kacchan looking away (๑ᵕ◡ᵕ)

[spyrkle4]

Ark hcs I have about the survivors: Aberration (part 2)

Sequel to the last post on ab, this one is gonna talk about the grad students n’ stuff (and I am going to be self indulgent af and none of you can stop me)

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-So fun fact the grad students have their own wiki page and it helps me think about what was going on in ab after everyone bounced (and when I mean everyone I mean everyone left, except their tames)

-Sadly I think Rockwell killed almost-everyone’s tames since he couldn’t get to the survivors, he could at least get the creatures they couldn’t bring with them...

-But not Xiao! Most of the light pets managed to avoid being spared bc they’re smol and it’s easier for them to hide, so yeah he mostly chilled in the ruins of the tek village for a long time until discovered by what’s left of the grad students

-Rockwell was the one who brought the grad students onto aberration, since he took over as overseer he could bring survivors onto the ark now, I think he mostly brought “students with bright minds” for his experiments

-Considering he was influencing some of the grad students, I think he was running experiments by poking through their heads and trying to get them to do what he wanted, basically his first test subjects in controlling other creatures 

-I like to think they all got along a little before Rockwell was messing with them, Trent and Rusty were the kind of people that did dumb dares and Emilia tagged along to feel included 

-Also they had a pet bulbdog with the group that was Emilia’s, they were together until the very end...

(more notes under the cut)

-Boris at first was leader of the group but Trent and Emilia voted Imamu bc he was too bossy and terrible at directions XD

-I actually think Boris is just a grump at first, he’s like “I just want to be a scientist I didn’t ask to be teleported into dinosaur land!” 

-Trent tried apologizing to Rusty multiple times after the incident of making of fun of his accent but at that point Rockwell was whispering words of doubt into his head he never accepted his friend’s apologies 

-Emilia and Rusty went on a date once (”It is not a date, stop it Trent” -Trent said it was bc he’s a troll) at fertile lake where they just talked and went fishing.

-Rusty I think helped Emilia feel confident, she was the anxious member of the group and he helped inspire her to feel brave, he was probably in her thoughts when she sacrificed herself so the others could escape 

-The fall Rusty had just broke his legs or something, he would’ve healed after a long rest, but Boris isn’t exactly a patient guy...

-Emilia and Rusty’s death hit Trent hard, he started taking their situation more seriously and stuck close to Imamu, worried about losing him too, 

-I think it was the combination of Element and Rockwell’s whispers that drove Boris off the deep end, he was still a bit of a grumpy jerk beforehand, but he wouldn’t have killed Rusty and drove Emilia to sacrifice herself if he hadn’t been corrupted at that point

-Trent and Imamu kept the journals of their fallen friends, Trent wanted to burn Boris’ journal after reading it, but Imamu talked him out of it as he thought that the voice that he and Rusty heard must’ve droven him insane, so Trent (reluctantly) put his arson plans on hold

-So when Trent and Imamu were in the ruins of the Tek village, they discovered a little shinehorn sitting by the ruins that was really friendly to them, Trent liked having the little guy around bc it reminded him of Emilia and her bulbdog.

-They found out the shinehorn was named Xiao bc they collected some of the explorer notes and dossiers, it’s also how they first discovered the name of Sir Edmund Rockwell

-Emilia was the one who started the trend of finding explorer notes, thinking they’d have a key to getting out of the Ark if they read the stories of past survivors, but she wasn’t there anymore to find the notes, so the two did their best to try and continue her work 

-Trent and Imamu, when they were the last of the group, became very close since they were in this situation together (Trent 100% called it a bromance, Imamu was very confused bc he did not know what Trent was referencing) 

-Before his defeat at the hands of Rockwell, Imamu first felt sorrow on ab when he discovered the dossier on reapers, and what to do if one... stabs you with their tail, he basically started tearing up and kept repeating “I could’ve saved him... I could’ve saved him” over and over because if he had known about the reapers... Trent would be alive

-Xiao gave Imamu some shinehorn hugs afterwords : (, why am I mean to these kids omg

-I’ve heard some people speculate that Imamu died shortly of his wounds after losing the fight from Rockwell, I think he did survive but his spirit didn’t :’( so he just spent his days by the tek village, with Xiao for company

-If Trent had survived his encounter with the reaper queen, I think he and Imamu would’ve been able to defeat Rockwell and escape aberration 

[creamymilkk]

⋆·˚ ༘ * ♡. 🎒 Different Type Of Love 🎒 .♡

“Come on, come on and take me home. Please stay with me and don't you leave me alone. You drive me wild.”

༉‧₊˚ #Vance Hopper x reader

. ˚₊ ꒱ Pairing/Pairings: Vance Hopper and F!Reader.

༉‧₊˚ -Format: Fanfiction.

× &﹕Summary: You and Vance are head over heels for each other without either of you even realizing it. Until Vance fell. Literally.

×﹕♺ AUTHOR’S NOTE(S): First Chapter of my fanfic! This is the playlist for the fanfic, so I do say to listen to the playlist while reading it. There’s some 70’s slang, here are the meanings “Don’t flip your wig! = Don’t be upset.”Casanova = a lady’s man” “foxy mama = a hot looking woman” “Later days = A form of saying ‘Goodbye.’” (proof read by @/alex-whitley-187)

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

masterlist | Requests: OPEN | tags: @niniackerman @stevethebabysitterr @ethanhawkestan @kimbleplays @brady-bo0

The one girl Vance always found very interesting always caught his attention. The blonde curls on his head and the beautiful blue ocean eyes of his made many girls fall in love with him on sight. Then there's his tendency to pick fights with anyone, no matter where or who they are. The way he truly never cared who he was fighting. Everyone knew him. 

With all that, surely he could talk to a girl, right? Nope. He could never talk to you. Sure, he’ll stare at you. In class, in the hallways, in the lunch area, even when walking home. He just… like, loves you. I mean could anyone really blame him? It’s you. There was nothing he didn't love about you. With your beautiful silky smooth hair that shines in the sun, and your beautiful smile that warms everyone's heart. With how your hips swing when you walk, not to mention how sweet and kind you are. You’re perfect in his eyes. In terms of cheesiness, Vance is not the type who would think about these things. He just couldn’t help it, you’re truly his dream girl… but he always thought a girl like you would NEVER like a guy like him. Though… there’s always a small part of him that thought maybe you two had a future together.

You, on the other hand, always see Vance. I mean, everyone in town knew who he was. You already knew that he always gets into fights. You already knew how he has girls drooling all over him. Oddly enough, you never saw him go out with any of them, something that seemed weird to you. I mean he does look like the type that would just go out with a different girl Every. Single. Day. Just like the other girls, you also had a tiny (huge) crush on Vance. I mean how could you not find him at least somewhat attractive? You loved everything about him. Vance and you do live pretty close so you will always see him outside of school. Which for you is such an amazing opportunity to see how handsome he is. If he ever found out that you always look forward to seeing him he’d probably think you were weird. He probably already thinks that you’re a weirdo. I mean you already knew that there’s no way that Vance is the type of guy that would like a girl like you. But a girl can dream.

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1978

Your normal routine was to wake up, eat, go to school and sleep, then do it all over again. Nothing interesting ever really happened to you. I mean sure, you sometimes hang out with your friends, but those times quickly ended almost as soon as the conversation started.

It’s not that you dislike them. No, no, no, that’s far from it. It’s just, you didn’t know how to hold up a ‘normal’ conversation, though they do try to talk to you. They do try, but you kept pushing them. You just have that horrible habit.

But somehow someone did break that habit of yours. Jennifer. She really tried her best to be around you and be close to you.

 She basically became your only friend, one that you somehow didn’t push away. That was one of your many problems. But as of right now, you were getting ready to head off to school. Your mom wasn’t here today, she was off at work. You quickly went outside and started to head off to school, only one thing, or person, can make your day.

That special person was… Vance Hopper. Yes, the guy with the puffy blonde hair. The one with anger issues. I mean, insult him in some way and you were on the ground with a broken nose, broken arm, and covered in blood. Yes, that Vance Hopper. 

That handsome guy. He always walked in the same way, everyday. Which made you so happy! Walking to school? Yeah, that totally sucks ass. Walking to school, BUT stare at a cute guy? That made it all better. 

Since you were just thinking about him, he appeared at the corner of the street right in front of you. You could only see his back and his curly blonde hair bouncing with every step. With his denim blue sleeveless jean jacket, white shirt, tight bright jeans that got wider at the bottom, and brown boots. You always adore how he dresses. 

You arrived at school before you knew it. Then he was off with his own little friend group. You sighed. When you entered the halls there were so many people talking and crowded together, a few random couples making out in-front of their lockers. 

Until you saw your own friends, like you said before you kinda had a habit of pushing away your friends. Well not just your friends, maybe some other people. You just couldn’t help it. They didn’t say anything since they had just given up on talking to you. Until you saw your Jennifer.

“Hey girlfriend! So how was your little walk to school?” She said while wiggling her eyebrows, clearly knowing what she was saying with that. 

“Oh hush, it was boring like usual.” You say while dryly laughing. 

“If you say so.” Jennifer said while closing her locker. “Are you still up for going to the diner?” 

“Sure! After school, right?” You said. 

“Yup, but you’re paying this time. Right now I have a dollar to my name.” She said while laughing.

“Right, Right. I guess it is my turn.” You answered while smiling. 

“It totally sucks, too. I really wanted these cute shoes I was looking at.” she replied with a hint of sadness. 

“Don’t flip your wig!” You rejoiced, smiling at her. 

“Yeah, I guess you're right. Plus, that shows I need to be more careful with my money, '' Jennifer sang, laughing.

Just then the bell rang. 

“I really should get going. If not, Mr. Smith will kill me for being late. Again.” You say with a sigh. 

“Gosh, his class is so boring! Okay, cya.” Jennifer spoke while walking away.

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“Then he said I was late again?! Like sorry Mr.Smith, I just hate your boring class!” You ranted, chewing your lunch. 

“Right?” Jennifer commented while eating her own lunch. “Anyways, you know Jerry right?” 

“Uhh, yeah. The football guy?” 

“Well, guess what?” The girl marveled grinning ear to ear. She placed her fork down and clapped her hands together. 

 “You know I'm bad at guessing.” You said while giggling at her. 

“Yeah, you're right. Okay, so Jerry asked ME OUT!!” She beamed while shaking her hands and giggling. 

“No way! I’m so happy for you!” You chimed. You stopped eating and looked into her eyes that were full of happiness and excitement. You really did feel so happy for her.

 “So… enough about my love life.” She spoke while giggling, a higher pitched sound than before. You knew what she was going to say. When Jennifer does that you knew she was going to say something that you won’t like. “Did you ever try to talk to Vance?” Jennifer asked with a devilish grin on her face.

“Pfft, no! He probably has a girlfriend or is already talking to some girl…” 

“What? No! Vance is too busy with his dumb game. He literally just got into a fight over that game.” Jennifer grumbled, rolling her eyes. 

You already knew about the fight, since basically everyone has been talking about it for the past week. “I know, but every girl in town has a crush on him!” 

“Maybe you can be the lucky one. Hm?” Jennifer said giggling and giving a goofy smile. “Vance, oh Vance! Your hair looks like a poodle and I love it!” She mimicked your voice and put hand to her forehead when she said the last part.

“Oh, hush! Most people have better ears than my mom!” You stated, trying not to laugh at her antics. “Right, sure.” she said, smirk still on her face. 

“Plus, Vance is a Casanova. I mean just look at him!” You say while daydreaming about him. “That’s true but you're a foxy mama.” Jennifer joked while winking at you.

“Oh shut up you!” You said laughing at her comment. “Hey! It’s true.” Jennifer added while smiling brightly at you she was truly the best at making you smile.

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“Later days!” Jennifer spoked as she threw a peace sign at you. “Yeah see you later.” You replied while you were walking out of school. Playing with your hair you couldn’t wait to go with Jennifer to the diner later, though you still need to go and get your money.

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Vance walked quickly to catch up to her just to at least see her. One day you were walking a few blocks in front of him and he saw you playing with her hair. He was taking every little detail about you, the way your hair flew in the wind. 

The way your hips swayed as you walked he really liked the outfit you were wearing today, it just made you look even more beautiful. He kept looking at you with basically hearts in his eyes. 

Not looking at the ground since he was too busy looking at you. He fell on the hard Concrete floor. He grunted while letting out a small ‘fuck’. He saw you turn around looking right at him.

His checks turned into a light pink color. He saw you walking towards him. ‘Fuck, fuck, fuck!’ He really wished this wasn't how you were really going to talk. All of his thoughts were quickly stopped, when you offered your hand to help him up. You giggled just a bit. He loved the way you giggled, “Hey, are you okay?” “I was better.” He said his cheeks were still light pink. “What’s your name?” 

“It’s Vance… Vance Hopper.”

[aeonianarchives]

sorry for being so late but you can do a fanfic on this imagine, in fact, any of my imagines you can do fanfics on just be sure to credit/tag me so I can see it:)

"Imagine Lindir getting jealous of Elrond because of how close you guys are"

I also tagged you on my post basically saying the same thing, I was just worried you would not see it, losing it in your notifications so I wrote you an ask also 😅

Jealousy

A/n: Thank you for letting me do this, i tend to ask if i could use imagines from other people in my fics, because i'm not sure about there rules on it, i completely forgot I asked to do that. I am aware the Imagine is very vague and it's mostly focused on Lindir confessing

Summary: Imagine in ask, (Lindir getting jealous of Elrond because of how close you guys are)/ Lindir confessing his feelings to the reader.

Credit: Imagine by @queenstarlight

Link to Imagine

Pairing: Lindir x GN! Reader

Ft: Wingman Thranduil, Elrond is the Reader's Sibling.

You didn't quite know why Lindir was avoiding you, or why he only now seemed to talk to Elrond when he needed to about work and even then he kept it very short, Lindir had never been this distant to you, sure he always found ways of getting away from you but he was normally a stuttering mess and shy, now it increased tenfold and he wasn't stuttering or shy.

You started to miss him after awhile, but at least your best friend was in the Kingdom, you decided to go to him for advice, you knocked on the door, to the largest guest room that the house had to offer, it was for if Galadriel or Celeborn came or even Thranduil came to stay.

Galion opened the door, he glanced to you and the two bottles of wine and the two glasses you had come for Thranduil.

"Hest Y/n, has come on a visit" Galion said as he let you in Thranduil, told him to leave.

"Ah Y/n, it is good to see you again Mellon-nin How can i Help you" Thranduil said, you sighed as you sat the bottles down along with the glasses.

"I am afraid we may need ten whole barrels of your strongest Greenwood wine" You said throwing your head over the backrest of the chair, Thranduil sat down on the other chair, opposite you and opened the first bottle and poured you both a glass

"That bad, I can always have Galion, get the wine i brought as a present for Lord Elrond, which I have yet to give him" Thranduil said as you took the glass he handed to.

"Why is Love so difficult, Lindir is so distant, he doesn't even pay attention to me, and i think he hates my brother, oh Elrond is going to have a pain if he does hate him" You said

"Lindir works for Elrond, closely, and i doubt that Ellon has one hateful bone in his body, he's to sweet for that" Thranduil said taking a sip of wine

"Why don't I observer him, while I am here, with your and Elrond's interactions with him, and try and come up with a conclusion" Thranduil said

"No offense but, Elrond is the smartest elf i know, other than myself and Erestor and if we can't figure it out no one can" You said

"But you three have one thing in common, you are oblivious to feelings, your smart about book stuff and battle stuff, but when it comes to feelings, you all are really bad at it" Thranduil said threw a smile

"Sometimes I really hate our friendship" You muttered

"No you don't everyone needs an friend to get drunk with talking shit about people or about your problems, it's all you need in life" Thranduil said, you lower your glass

"Thranduil, we are alcoholics, well whenever i'm around you I turn into one" Thranduil let out a laugh at your statement

"That is more true than both of us would like to admit, let me deal with Lindir, and I come up with your solution, and get you both together as it is about time and you are both going way to slowly what has it been 2 centuries, yes you are elves and you are immortal, but you can't stay head over heels in love from afar for this long, besides you are a wandering guardian whenever you go out on patrol, you know full well you could die, while Lindir is safe here in Imladris, it is better to be with him than spend your whole life on arda with him not knowing" Thranduil said

"I absotulty hate, how you know my love life like the back of your hand, but it's so useful" you said

"Now wanna shit talk about Elrond, because you always end up doing it in the end" Thranduil said, you then started to rant, sometimes being Thranduil's friend was much better than most people would think, Thranduil definitely wasn't cold and distant, that was just his reputation he lived up to, he was light heated and a sortie on the inside.

"Anyway, I should get going, Elrond wanted to discuss the patrol of the guardian's" You said standing up

"Try not to act drunk in the meeting" Thranduil said with a smirk, you threw a pillow at him and punched him in the arm light heartedly.

You soon reached Elrond's study Gildor sat in one of the chairs already, you took the other, Elrond raised an eyebrow at you.

"What, Thranduil is good company, and my Friend, why are you always like this Brother, he won't hurt me, he just has a reputation to uphold" you said

"He turns you into an alcoholic every time you are both alone with each other" Elrond said

"Give your sibling a break, they work hard to protect the kingdom you made" Gildor said

"Stay out of this Gildor, Thranduil is a bad influence" Elrond said

"You just say that, because of what he thinks of our adopted parents, if you get to know him you would learn Thranduil isn't that bad" You said.

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Lindir knew he shouldn't feel this happy that you and Elrond had a fight making you very distant to one another now, all because of Thranduil, Lindir wanted to comfort you, but he was still jealous of Elrond, he knew his Lord well and Elrond would come to you an apologies and then everything will go back to normal.

"Your Jealous, you actually think Elrond Likes Y/n, sure he likes them, he's there brother, did you honestly think Elrond like Y/n romantically, A iluvatar nin, you got it all wrong little songbird" came Thranduil's voice behind him, Lindir span around to see the King, with a glass of wine in his hand.

"You want to know a secret, I know who Y/n likes, and for the record little songbird you better treat them right, they like you a lot, you are the reason why they fight, they fight because they want to protect you, they don't want you to see the horror of the world, they only want you to see peace, they only want you to think war has passed and the world is peaceful" Thranduil said sitting down next to Lindir.

"This is a nice spot in Imladris i can see why Y/n likes it" Thranduil said

"They introduced it to me, to help me with inspirations for my songs or just to get away from the twins or Glorfindel" Lindir said.

"Go to them, confess, before someone steals them away from you, because you would never forgive yourself if you let the person you love go because you were not fast enough" Thranduil said he watched Lindir stand up.

"I must go, I have a song to compose" Lindir said leaving the King smiled to himself proudly.

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How could he of been so stupid, you and Elrond had always been close, you had both founded Imladris, of course you had to be related, how could he of not seen it, it was obvious, you were both Half Elves and took eachother's opinion highly, even if you were a Guardian, you half ran Imladris with Elrond.

And Elrond like Celebrían how could he had missed it, how did he miss read it, Lindir got cut out of his train of thought when he got pulled by the back of his collar, a horse rode quickly by, he got drawn from his surprise from a whistle.

"You should really watch out and pay attention" Came your voice, Lindir caught Elrond looking over to you both.

"I-i am deeply sorry hest Y/n, i will pay more attention in the future, i was preoccupied with thought, Thank you" Lindir said

"I wasn't looking for an apology, just be careful" You said to Lindir walking off.

Lindir sighed to himself, and set off on his original course to his room.

I was not that many days later, Lindir finally thought he had the perfect song to confess to you with, however he would have to wait until you were back from your patrol.

You smiled tiredly at Lindir as he met you "May I talk to you" Lindir said

"Can it wait, i feel like i just got crushed by a troll and I am so tired" You said stretching out your back as you now stood on the ground and not sat on the horse, you passed your sword over to Elrond, who glanced over it.

"What did you do to this" Elrond asked seeing as the sword was almost broken.

"Some idiot thought it was a good idea to try and cut a rock in half with their sword, that did it and it was impressive, but it almost broke it" Gildor said you shot him a pointed glare

"Just fix it" You huffed walking off, Lindir's brows furrowed, before the Minstrel formulated a plan, your room had a balcony which backed onto the northern garden, it was quite and not many people visited because not many people were allowed it it, after all both yours, Elrond's room and study backed onto it, it was labeled the garden of the half-elven rulers, you both did not name it, Glorfindel did.

Lindir set up his harp and looked to your window, the curtains were blowing out of it, and he could see candle light coming from it, meaning you were in.

Lindir had to admit he was nervous he was actually confessing to you over something the elven king had said, for all he knew it could of been a prank, he never knew with Thranduil.

Lindir didn't notice in his nervous panic you had come and leaned on the windowsill.

"Song Bird" you called down to him, piecing together what he tried to tell you when you first got back, Lindir jumped and looked up at you.

"Come up here, I have something to tell you" Lindir nodded and did so, you soon heard a knock on the door and you opened it to see Lindir you let him in, he looked around the room, he was used to your brother's room given as he was basically Elrond's butler.

His eyes soon met yours, you were sitting on the padded bench, which sat in front of the window sill, you were leaning on it.

"What do you wish to tell me" Lindir asked you motioned him to sit next to him, he did so, you pursed your lips and furrowed your brows, trying to figure out how to tell him, in the end you thought it would be best to be straight froward with him, after all he did think you liked your brother romantically, you kissed the ellon besides you.

You felt Lindir freeze in shock, "Gi Melin Songbird" You whispered against his lips, you looked to his eyes to try and figure out what he was thinking.

"Gi Melin ana" Lindir replied you tackled him in a hug

"will you court me" You questioned the blushing mess of an ellon you were hugging

"Of course" Lindir stuttered

Elvish Translation:

Gi melin - i love you

Gi melin ana - I love you to

Hest - captain / commander

A/n: a bit late answering this request sorry.