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i love that my low social battery day has consisted of occasionally checking tumblr and playing interactive fiction games on itch.io for hours with no background music or noise because i am Focusing.

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Dawn | Connor Rhodes x Male Reader | 18+

Fandom: Chicago Med

Genre: Angst, Implied Smut | Songfic: Haunted by Laufey

Pairing: Connor Rhodes x Male Reader

Warnings: Sexually suggestive

Word Count: 749

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Key

Italic text = Song lyrics

(Y/n) = Your name

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A/N: Hey guys, this did turn out a little shorter than I would've liked, but I'm okay with it. Requests are still closed, but you can still show support with likes, comments and reblogs. My taglist is open, so if you want to be tagged in future fics, send me a DM or an inbox message and tell me which fandoms you want to be tagged for, or if you're okay with anything. In other news, I'm still working on the second chapter of my The Last of Us fic and the first chapter of an Anyone But You fic that I plan on being a trilogy. Both will be on my second blog as well as my AO3 and Wattpad, so I'd appreciate if you check those out. The masterlist for Chicago Med will be up later tonight and Chapter 1 of the Anyone But You fic should be up also later tonight or tomorrow, so until then, thank you for reading <3.

One more kiss, wine stained lips I don't want to go to sleep yet Pale moonlight, misty eyes I'll allow myself to have him just tonight

Connor's hands felt warm against your biceps. His lips, soft, yet passionate against your bare shoulder. You lose yourself in the feeling, savoring every second because you know that it won't last. "Connor-" "Shhh." You felt his chest against your back as he tilted your face to catch your lips. All he wanted to do was stay in that moment for as long as he could. The feeling of his lips dancing with someone else's was intoxicating, and you let yourself become enamored with the sensation.

I hold on to every ounce of sin I know he don't love me quite like I love him

He slowly guides you to the bed as he kisses down your neck, causing you to sigh and moan in ecstasy. His lips and breath continue to trail down your body, but you know that this situation means different things to both of you. You want this to keep going for as long as it can, even past tonight, but for Connor, it's just another way to change up his night. Regardless, neither of you cared and just wanted each other.

I swear to myself as he leaves at dawn This will end, 'til he haunts me again

Just before dawn started to break, you felt Connor moving on the other side of the bed. You rolled over just to see him, even if he wasn't facing you, which he wasn't. An urge to ask him to stay started to rise, but you decided against it. "I'll, uh.. see you later today (Y/n)." Every part of you wanted to grab him by the arm and pull him back in bed, but you told yourself that this was just a situational thing. You just got caught up in the moment and now, that moment has passed.

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Rose perfume, low-lit room I'll pretend you'll stay forever Lay me down, ghostly sounds

"Oh, come on. You know you can always talk to the guy." You were in the break room and telling April about what happened last night with Connor. It was still so vivid in your mind, the moonlight that crept through the window, the way he caressed your arms, you swear you could still feel his lips on your shoulder. You wanted to tell Connor how you really felt about him, but after last night and knowing that he's just going to move on like nothing happened held you back. "It won't matter. It was just a one-night stand type of thing, you know?" April felt somewhat bad for you because she knew how much you wanted to be with Connor. "Well, if you ever feel up to it, you know where to find him. Just find the right time." April gave you a pat on the shoulder before she left. She could tell you needed a minute alone.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Haunt the hallways as he wraps me around

The evening just began to settle when you heard a knock on the door and decided to answer. Connor standing in front of the door frame was the last thing you expected, but then again, you weren't expecting anything. He couldn't even explain why he was at your doorstep, but you welcomed him in, regardless. Despite your feelings, you could still be cordial with Connor, albeit they peeked through when you sat a little closer to him than you should have on the couch.

And I hold on to every ounce of sin I know he don't love me quite like I love him

The night got dangerously close to a repeat of what happened the night before, and what tipped it over the edge was when his arm found itself around your shoulders. Before you knew it, your lips were intertwined with each other's in your room, both of your shirts cast to the wayside, the rest of your clothes soon to follow.

I swear to myself as he leaves at dawn This will end, 'til he haunts me again

The sunlight was just starting to stream in through your window as you recounted what happened the previous night, remembering everything you did with Connor. You wanted to believe that he stayed this time, but you already know the truth. You didn't bother tuning over because you knew there was nothing to see on the other side of the bed.

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Taglist: @houndsoforion, @jinniemyl0ve, @zoloft3

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One Number Away (Joel’s POV)

I'm one number away from calling you

I said I was through, but I'm dying, inside

Got my head in a mess, girl, I confess

I lied when I said, "I'm leaving and not coming back" / 1.3k

✨Part 1✨ ✨Part 2✨

A/N: My sincerest apologies for the wait! Thought I'd switch it up and give you all a lil look at the inside of Joel's brain😊 Also I just got back from staying in a cabin for a week and its been giving me soft cowboy!Joel thoughts so if anyone would care to grace my inbox with any thoughts on that...👀🤠🤎

Warnings: Joel being a saddie. Angst.

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Joel thought being alone would be better. He didn’t need distractions or people depending on him anymore, he’d only let them down anyway. So when you left with Tommy he thought he’d feel lighter, now that there was a weight off his shoulders, but as it turns out, the hunch over his shoulders only pushed him down further. 

Everywhere he went he felt the cold at his back, seeping into his bones, reminders of having lost Sarah and how he pushed you and his own brother away. He tried to move on, to tell himself that all of those things were in the past and he had to focus on the next thing, focus or get himself killed but the sting of his losses were written all over him for everyone to see.

Even Tess knew that he wasn’t for her, that his heart belonged to someone else and always would, so she held him at night “for warmth” and made him breakfast and poured him whiskey under the guise of friendship, hoping that one day he’d maybe see her.

For 20 years Joel sat in his guilt and anger, he let it seep through every fibre of his being, he may not be infected by cordyceps, but he was affected in a different way. Not that he was ever the most happy-go-lucky guy in Austin but he had love for his family and that made him smile and laugh and joke around, now there was nothing to laugh about. 

That is, until he met Ellie.       

It took him so long to warm up to her, every time he looked at her he thought about you and Sarah, he told himself that the baby you were carrying wasn’t just a miscarriage but a foreshadowing of what was to come, how it would be all his fault. Everyday spent with Ellie triggered a fountain of emotions for him, he told himself that he shouldn’t be trusted to look after her, then the next day he’d tell himself that this was his chance to make things right, to protect her like he couldn’t protect Sarah. His inside of his head resembled that of a wasps nest, thoughts always buzzing and swarming in his mind with no chance of respite, but when Ellie cracked that one joke it did, in fact, have him laughing, his mind began to quiet, and he had to admit that it was nice to not always be filled with tension.

As they crossed the country together he found his thoughts sometimes drifting to you, wondering for the most part if you were still alive. If you were, were you happy? Happy to be free of him? Happy to maybe start a new life with someone else? Or were you constantly walking through this life being traumatised? Something he knew you didn’t deserve and especially not from him. He thinks about how you were always there for him and how in the end he took your kindness and stomped all over it in those big boots of his.

When he saw you in Jackson he couldn’t do anything. He was overjoyed to see Tommy but as soon as he saw those eyes of yours, the ones that overflowed with tears the last time he saw you, he was physically rooted in place whilst mentally his mind was running a hundred miles an hour.

He watched as you walked off before turning to Tommy with a sombre look on his face. “I don’t know why I didn’t expect to see her here”, his brother didn’t know how to respond to him, as much as he was happy to see Joel, he stood firm on the fact that he had some grovelling to do. “Thank you for keepin’ her safe” The look in Joel’s eyes was genuine before he headed off in the direction of Ellie to help her with her things.

The sight of both you and Tommy after 18 years is what really took the weight off his shoulders, despite the incessant buzzing starting to creep back in. The collection of doubts begun to swirl around his brain, she doesn’t want to see you, she wouldn’t accept your apology if you gave her one, and would you blame her? He wanted so desperately to talk to you, to pull you close to his chest again, to kiss the top of your head but you were both different people now and he couldn’t ask any of those things of you.

So after his tiff with Tommy he couldn’t resist treading the snow to your house after you’d let out a snide remark. The pit in his stomach told him it was a bad idea, he was already riled up and he didn’t want to let you see that he was still an asshole, sometimes and besides, you don’t need him, you have a new life here, a better life without him, so it was better if he kept his distance. 

However, before he even knew what was happening the words were tumbling out of his mouth and into the cold air, condensing it with a fog, “You…got a boyfriend?” He clocked you rolling your eyes at him. Stupid. He shouldn’t have ever come over. And then you were chastising him, something you hadn’t done since before this whole thing started because somewhere along the way you became small and he hated himself for it every single day. 

He couldn’t help but take in your features, your soft lips, remembering the way you’d sometimes press them into his shoulder or your eyes, the way they lit up when you held the pregnancy test up to him from the bathroom floor. 

He wanted to know what was on your mind even though he doubted you would tell him and he was right, you weren’t answering him and that was all the confirmation he needed that you weren’t interested in engaging with a man who was now pretty much a stranger to you all over again. He had to walk away, for today at least, he was tired, the day had been long and he was emotionally all over the place.

But when you spoke up and confessed everything to him, he had stopped in his tracks and the tears were one blink away from creating a stream over the planes of his face. He couldn’t let you see the inner turmoil he was going through, he wanted to run to you to, to wrap you up in his arms and never let you go again but he also didn’t trust that he was fixed, that he was cured of his anger and his traumas.

In a panic, he simply pushed out a “see ya around.”

The following few days were hard for Joel. The buzzing had returned full-time and he was feeling antsy, sometimes snapping at Ellie and feeling immediate guilt. He was working on it. However, when Saturday came around he couldn’t help it, he’d held it together for so long, when you left he’d only slipped up once, the scar on his temple a constant reminder of that.

He’d been watching you watch him and Ellie put the decorations on their Christmas tree, his heart feeling tight, because you should be here with him and Sarah and your little one, who wouldn’t be so little anymore. He’d found himself in the pub at 7:30pm that Saturday evening, downing his drinks and letting his eyes drift towards you, he knew he wasn’t helping himself but he was at a loose end, with no idea what to do with himself anymore.

The next morning he felt rough, he’d cried and cried and cried into his pillow for the majority of the night after Tommy had left him, his fist sometimes slamming down on the pillow lying next to him, before chastising himself mentally, he wouldn’t do this if you were lying next to him, he wouldn’t even be pissed out of his mind if that was the case. He brewed his morning coffee and dragged himself onto the porch, not surprised to see you sat on yours at all. He slumped down into a chair and rubbed at the bridge of his nose, he had to figure this out, decide what he was going to do. 

[dozing-composing]

Ur single handedly keeping the venture bro fanfics alive and honestly I love you for that thank you for all you do ❤️❤️🫡🫡

😭😭😭 I Literally Love Y'all So Much! You Guys Keep Me Going. Every Time I Log On, My Inbox Is Full And My Posts Are Blowing Up. And, We Hit Over 50 Followers! I Did Not Think I'd Get This Far, Much Less With My Previous Milestone Of Over 20. So As A Thank You, I'm Going to Gift Y'all A Little Holiday Special Featuring Our Favorite Henchman. I Hope You All Enjoy, And Of Course... Happy Holidays!

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ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ꜱɪɴɢʟᴇ ᴋɪꜱꜱ ɪꜱ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ɢɪꜰᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ

ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴇᴄᴏʀᴀᴛᴇ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ

ᴏʜ, ꜱᴏ ɢʟɪᴛᴛᴇʀʏ

Warnings: Vulgar Language, Possibly OOC It's Christmas, and your boyfriend is nervous to give you a gift of a lifetime. ☆GN!Reader

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'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house A few creatures were stirring, each person arouse The mansion was decorated with garland and tinsel, In hopes that the air was more merry and blissful

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It came as a surprise when The Mighty Monarch was hosting a Christmas party, albeit a small one consisting of himself, his wife, Gary, and one special soon-to-be guest: you. The whole house was furnished in Christmas decorations, making the place look jolly and bright. Everyone was surrounded by bells, wreaths, ornaments, and more. It was actually Sheila's idea to throw such a festivity. "To bring us closer together," was her reasoning. "And to give us a damn break from all Guild operatives." Still, everyone agreed and took this minute to breathe. All except for Gary, who was stressing beyond something mad. See, he had plans for this one particular person. Someone he's loved since that faithful day they met. He still has that coffee cup sleeve from the first date you both went on. A couple of days before the party (or rather, a small get-together), he had been looking for advice from his boss. Which became a lesson learned to not ask him. "But what if (Y/N) doesn't like it?" "THEN YOU MAKE THEM LIKE IT-" And then he gave the infamous "I'm The Mighty Monarch" speech, ranting that if it were up to him, you would faint on the spot because it was from him. Gary walked out in the middle of it. He then went to ask Sheila, who told him something that really seemed to help. "Listen, Gary. The only reason (Y/N) won't love your gift is if they don't love you." This really stuck with him. And she was right. But, there was still one other thing... What will you say?

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There was no reason to get nestled and snug in their beds, While thoughts of cheeriness danced in their heads The Monarch in his cloak and Gary in his sweater, Were trying to keep calm and get things together

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Seconds ticked by, and you had yet to show up. Minutes turned to hours. The night nearly escaped from them. But The Monarch wouldn't allow it. Being fed up by waiting and waiting, he slammed his fists down and arose from his seat. "Fuck this! I'm not going to sit around anymore and wait for someone for this stupid 'party' that isn't even a party to begin with!" He throws his hands up and waves them around as he exits the room. Sheila gets up to follow him. "Sweetie, it's also a big night for Gary. You don't want to support your best and only henchman?!" Her voice fades out as she leaves to catch up to him. Gary sat at the kitchen table, alone with his thoughts once more. The snacks that were laid out appeared to have gone to waste. He sighs and rests his face on his hand. A million thoughts passes through his mind. Maybe you're not ready yet. Maybe you got caught in traffic. Maybe you got caught in the snow. But if that was the case, wouldn't you give him a call? Wouldn't you be letting him know what's making you so late? Maybe this was a huge mistake... No! Despite his frustration, he fights to stay positive. You're just running late. No way would you ditch him. You would jump at the chance to spend time with him. Especially now during the holidays. He just had to give you more time.

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When out on the street there arose such a clatter, He sprang from his seat to see what was the matter Away to the window he flew like a flash, Threw open the curtains and saw what caused the clash ...

Being so deep in thought caused more time to pass by. Each agonizing thought made the seconds etch by quicker. He was about to give up and call it a night, when all of a sudden... SCREECH! It was a short, but loud sound. A staccato of car tires stopping. Then came the sound of a car door closing. He jumped up and ran to the window. Instantly, he ripped away the curtains to see if it was you. And sure enough, it was! His eyes lit up as he released the curtains and dashed to the door. You couldn't even lift a hand to knock before Gary had swung it open. "(Y/N)!" He reaches out and pulls you in for a great bear hug. You smile, feeling the warmth radiating off him. It fades a little when he pulls away as quick as he pulled you in. "I was starting to think you gave up on us!" You look down in shame. "I.. tried to call but the reception out here is shoddy. I got lost and couldn't get ahold of you," you explain. You look up to see Gary's eyes full of understanding. "I'm sorry, love. I didn't mean for this to happen." You awkwardly clench at your coat sleeves. "Hey, hey. It's okay! Look-" He eases your hands in his. "I'm glad you made it," his eyes reflected the light outside. It made your heart melt. That's probably your favorite part of him. The way they always seem to reflect the light. Even in darkness, they'll never lose their glimmer. "Come on, it's freezing out here!" He leads you inside and takes your coat. Already, you feel out of place. This is the first time you've ever come out here, and to finally see this gorgeous mansion on the inside made you feel small. "It's beautiful," you whisper. "How come I've never visited you out here?" You turn to him. He shrugs, then rubs the back of his neck. "It's complicated." With that, he takes you and shows you around. Each room is more breathtaking than the last. And thankfully, you're distracted enough to not see how fidgety Gary was getting. Or so he thought. When he led you out to the balcony is when you caught on to his nervousness.

... The moon on the breast of new-fallen snow, Gave the luster of mid-day to to objects below When what to your wondering eyes appear, You boyfriend all shaken and taken by fear ...

"...Are you oka-" "GREAT! I'm great. Are you cold? I should have brought your coat back. I should probab-" "Calm down, Gary. I'm fine," you gently grab his hand. Your turn to lead. You take him to the railing. Letting his hand go, you lean over and look out. He does the same. Snow covers the ground, everything blanketed in white. The sky is surprisingly clear for it to be in the city. You take a glance back at Gary to see he's white-knuckling the rail. Everything about him is suddenly tense. You place a hand on one of his, accidentally startling him. You look at him worriedly. "Gary, something's clearly bothering you. What's the matter?" ... With his brain working overtime and thoughts flying quick, He knew in a moment that this must be it More rapid than eagles this time surely had came, Now here he stood, gift in hand, and asked you by name ...

He takes in a deep breath, then clasps onto your shoulders. "I love you. You know that right?" You cock an eyebrow. "Of course! Why would you ask something like thi-" "Because I love you so much," he starts. "I love the way you smile at the little things. I love that you laugh at anything and everything. You're so sweet, and you're quick to help out whenever you can," his grip on you loosens more after each word falls out his mouth. "Y-you are like, the highlight of my life. You helped me through a lot," his hands travel down your arms to lock with your hands. "We even fought tooth and nail to be with each other." You laugh at the thought. But when you found out he had to move to New York, your heart broke. So you did all you could to maintain a long distance relationship. And you eventually saved up enough to move there, even if you lived in a small apartment. "And most importantly, you loved me for who I was. E-even before my transformation." Your eyes begin to water as you give a slight giggle. You remember the way he first looked, but you didn't care. You loved him for him. His geekiness only added to his attractiveness. "And for the past few years, we've gotten to know each other so well that..." He gets down on one knee. "I wanted to give, er... Ask something special of you," he pulls out a velvet box from his pocket. His heart begins to race. Your hands fly to your mouth and your eyes grow to the size of dinner plates. Your heartbeat matches his. "(Y/N)," he lifts the top of the box to reveal a stunning, sparkling ring. "Will you-" "Yes!" You throw yourself on him and wrap your arms around his neck, almost knocking him over. You both burst into tears. After having a little happy cry fest, you both got up. He then slid the ring on your finger. You both share a much-loving kiss under the stars. The hardest part is over, he thought. ...

They spoke not a word, but went straight to surprise, And opened the balcony door to see their prize And they were happy seeing the two side by side, And were excited to see that you had not denied ...

You both were about to head back inside to warm up, but you were met with the other power couple. "Congratulations!" Dr. Mrs. The monarch walked up to give you a hug. "Now let me see that rock," she lifts your hand up to inspect your ring. All while you two banter, The Monarch shares a few words with his loyal henchman. "I knew you had it in you, you dog!" They exchange their secret handshake, to which makes Mrs. Monarch give them a disappointing look. Everyone starts to head back inside. Everyone except for you. Gary sees you stalling and goes over to see what you were waiting for. "You okay?" It took a moment for you to register that he had said something. "Yeah, I just... had to collect myself," you grasp at your heart. And then there's a small pause. "I'm going to marry the love of my life!" You flap your hands and bounce on your tippy toes. You are just exploding with pure happiness. "Me too!" You share another kiss, holding each other's faces. Then he draws back and rests his forehead against yours. "I guess this means I'm not your boyfriend anymore," he chuckles. "Gary, you're such a dork." "Yeah, but I'm your dork," he boops your nose. After that, you go in to finally party. Thankfully, there was a bottle of champagne that was saved for special occasions such as this. Everyone had their glasses full, and everyone commemorated the newly engaged. "Merry Christmas, my dear," you kiss Gary's cheek. The other two "aww" to this display off affection. Your fiancé's face turns almost as red as the bows arranged on the wreaths. The rest of the night is spent with joy and laughter. You're very excited to be joining the family. ...

Everyone sprang to the inside to celebrate this new chapter, And away they all honor you joining hereafter And there they make a toast, all doused in Christmas light "Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!" ...

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Again, Thank You All So Much For All The Attention You Give Me. I Cannot Thank You Enough. Much Love To Everyone This Holiday Season! You're All The Best Gift I Could Ever Ask For!

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you are so based for shipping with the guys like oml. i LOVED the movies growing up and this is like healing my inner child ??? I also take latin in school n seeing you learn more about it is fun lol. I'd love to be friends !!!

Please I cannot make this up I was gonna send you an ask/dm cause I saw your pinned saying they were always open and I was gonna say you seem cool and ask to be mutuals but I have two classes coming up so I was like maybe I'll wait till afterwards when I'm more free to send it so like?? We're already telepathic, we're gonna be GREAT mutuals /positive.

BUT ALSO LIKE WAAUGGH THANK YOUU⁉️⁉️ I have no clue how to advertise my blog so whenever once in a blue moon I do like promo posts I'm just like "hey. Remember that one movie? Maybe you heard of it maybe not? Would you like to watch me kiss several of the characters?" UAFUSJFJSHWH

But this is also so sweet to me like??🤧 I'd so super love to be friends ohmigosh!!! I'm all up for DMs or just doing the occasional chat through inbox or whatnot, or if you have any other sorts of preference works all perfectly okay for me!! :)

I'm trying to self-teach myself Latin(and later many other languages) so I have like such a baby knowledge of Latin right now of like... knowing how they pronounced all the letters and most my knowledge is from random courses(from like proper classes and teachers, some teetering on literally just being a recording session of their GoogleMeet lecture) so I know about the different tenses of words and anything else I know is through the naturalization method of learning languages. I'm learning all sorts of roman history and day-to-day stuff along side it as well. I already have a fair knowledge of American western history so that's why I'm leaving the 1800s era that Jedediah is from alone haha!

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Prompt list for Requests! [OPEN!]

Hello my lovely Wonderlings! I realized this morning that I have hit just over 400 follows today! That is absolutely crazy and mindblowing to me because I honestly wasn't expecting this much love for my account! What had started as a little oneshot lists from older series I was too shy and insecure to post previous that just blew up over a short period of time! I am super grateful for you guys who have followed me; whether followed my account or have just been stalking to read my work without following, I still appreciate every single one of you! You have given me the encouragement to continue writing and finding new appreciation for the work I do so a BIG THANK YOU to every single one of you who have followed my journey this far in my writing! I have gotten to know a few of you over time as well and I'm grateful for the support and love you guys have shown me!

That being said, I would like to officially open up some prompt lists for requests! I know I have gotten a few already through my messages in the last week or two and I'm super grateful for that! I love interacting with you guys; so with that I'd like to introduce you to a list of prompts you guys can choose from to request a writing from! I know most of you will do so for Ghost (I love writing for them so I don't mind) but other fandoms are also welcome to be requested if I know them! I can't wait to see what kind of requests come find themselves in my inbox! <3 Love you guys so much!

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[Fluff Prompt List]

"Your hair is so soft…"

"Your so cute when you pout like that!"

"Just relax, I'll wash your hair for you."

"I won't stop poking you until you give me some attention."

"What, does that feel good?"

"Ha! I found a weak spot on your haven't I?"

"Are you wearing my shirt?"

"You are ridiculously comfortable."

"I've had a rough day. All I want is a drink and someone to cuddle with."

"You're cute when your half asleep like this."

"You're beautiful, you know that?"

"We should get a puppy!"

[Injury/Comfort Prompts]

"Tell me where it hurts."

"How did this happen?"

"Let me see."

"How bad is it?"

"Can you carry me?"

"I can't move."

"Don't move!"

"This is gonna hurt."

"You're burning up!"

"Don't worry. I'll take care of you."

"Why didn't you tell me it hurt this bad?"

"Please, make it stop!"

[Non-sexual intimacy Prompts]

Finding the other wearing their clothes

Holding hands

One falling asleep on the other's lap 4, Cuddling in a blanket fort

Sharing a bed for the first time

Head scratches

Sharing a dessert

Messages or shoulder rubs

Reading a book together

Taking a bath together

Slow dancing

Accidently falling asleep together

[Angst Prompts]

"If there comes a day where we are not together; you will continue to shine like gold in my memories…"

"I was hurt, pretty badly one time. And while my outsides got better, my insides never did."

"Scream, shout, yell..say something!" - "You look as beautiful as the day I lost you"

"All I care about is you. You are stuck on me like a tattoo."

"Oh, brother we go deeper than the ink beneath the skin of our tattoos. No, we don't share the same blood but your my brother, and I love you; that's the truth."

"He ain't my blood he ain't got my name but if he did I'd still feel the same."

"I don't want to go but baby we both know. There is not a time; it's time to say goodbye. Until we meet again cause this is not the end. There will come a day when we will find a way…"

"What's small turned into a friendship that friendship turned into a bond and that bond will never be broken; the love will never get lost."

"You with the dark curls you with the watercolor eyes…"

"You will never be alone; I'll be with you from dusk til dawn. I will be with from dusk til dawn; baby I'm right here."

"I could play nice or I could be a bully. I'm tired and angry but somebody should be…"

"If you tell me your leaving I'll make it easy it'll be okay. And if we can't stop the bleeding we don't have to fi it we don't have to sty. I will love you either way, it'll be okay."

[Emotional Comfort]

"It's okay I'm here."

"I'm not going to leave you."

"Everything is okay."

"I'm going to protect you."

"I believe in you."

"Hear my heartbeat? Just focus on that."

"You'll be alright. No one is going to hurt you."

"You're not going to lose me."

"I'll stay right here, okay?"

"I'm okay, your okay, we're both okay."

"I don't care what they think; you're perfect to me."

"You don't have to be alone."

[nyxlaufeyson]

request: post-thor 1 loki x childhood best friend!reader? im not sure where im going with this but maybe both of them being touch-starved but physically comfortable with each other ('platonic' hand-holding, forehead/cheek kisses, etc) and maybe like a flffy confession at the end? i love your writing 💚💚

Oneshot Masterlist - Main Masterlist

POV: Second

Ship: Loki x Gender-Neutral Reader

Type: Fluff, Some angst (With a happy ending)

Wordcount: 1,378

TW: None

Synopsis: The story of how you and Loki met, followed by the present, where you find yourself battling your feelings for the god of mischief.

A/N: Thank you so much for the idea! I hope you like how I interpreted it, I tried my best! Also, this doesn't really use any gender-specific pronouns, so it's fine to be read as gender neutral :) For the fics where I can without disturbing the fic, I will be going back and hopefully editing some of the pronouns to be more general (some of them I'd like to keep feminine though. All my GN fics will be tagged as GN to prevent any dysphoria. I love all of you guys!)

To leave a request, feel free to comment anywhere or inbox me

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It all started on your first day of school, when you were fairly young. Your parents were high-ranking nobles, so you had been enrolled in one of the high-ranking schools along with the other kids of prominent families, including the two princes of Asgard.

The classes were fairly easy, and soon enough the teacher dismissed class for a break to eat, leading the children outside. Most of the kids already had friends, and so they ran to sit with them.

You looked for a place to sit, eyes falling to a boy sitting alone underneath a tree, reading. You made your way over to him, happy to find a spot that wasn't so overcrowded, not to mention the comforting shade of the tree.

The boy swiftly glanced up from his book to meet your gaze as you sat down next to him. When he didn't say anything, you decided to talk first. "Hi, I'm Y/n. What's your name?"

The boy hesitated for a moment before answering. "Loki." You raised your eyebrows, surprised. "As in Prince Loki?" You asked, and he nodded with a sheepish smile.

You smiled as you opened your small satchel your mother had packed, pulling out some food. "Do you have anything to eat?" You asked him, noticing that he didn't have a bag or food.

"No. I forgot to grab it." He admitted, and you tore your sandwich in half, handing half of it over to him. "Here." You offered, and he shook his head. "It's really fine-" He started, but you shoved the sandwich in his hands.

"Take it." You insisted, and he finally accepted the sandwich that you had forced on him. "Thank you." He said, and you nodded, biting into your own sandwich.

From that point forward, you two became best friends. School flew by, and before you knew it, both of you had graduated.

Since your parents were of the court, you still were around the castle a lot, so you still saw Loki.

You two were each other's everything. You helped him pull pranks on Thor, which often got the both of you in trouble. You comforted him through his dark times, particularly when he found out he was a frost giant.

When he had fallen off the bridge all those years ago, you became an emotional and physical wreck. The worst part was, you hadn't even known what exactly had happened, just that he had fallen.

Nobody had known if Loki was dead, some said he was, others said he wasn't. You had refused to believe he was dead, and came out as far as you could on the broken bridge and prayed to Valhalla he was alive. Every. Single. Night.

Eventually Heimdal had found him, and you were reunited. He explained everything to you that night he got back: how he had found out he was a frost giant, how he had realized that he was a political pawn.

He had seen himself a monster, yet you refused to let him believe that. You managed to help him put himself together again, piece by piece, hug by hug.

Now you found yourself leaning into Loki as you both sat reading, cursing yourself for the feelings you couldn't seem to shake off.

The past few months, you had developed feelings for the god of mischief. You supposed they were always there, but lately they seemed to be more prominent.

You sighed, sliding a bookmark into your book and closing it, causing Loki to look up from his own. "Everything alright dear?" He asked, and you nodded.

"Just having trouble focusing on my book right now. You know how my mind can be a bit restless sometimes." You said, and he smiled, kissing your forehead.

You blushed, even though you were used to the platonic gestures you would give each other. However, with your feelings quickly growing out of the friendzone, they seemed to have more of an effect on you.

It was funny, the physical communication between you and Loki. Before befriending him, you weren't fond of physical contact. But with Loki, it felt right. It felt like home.

Loki also used to hate people so much as touching him, he still did, but when it was with you he loved it. He lived for your embrace, no matter the gesture.

"How about we go look at the stars from the garden?" Loki suggested, and you smiled with a nod, letting Loki help you up off of the couch.

You and Loki walked through the walls, hand in hand, making your way to the royal garden.

The stars shone brightly in the night sky, accompanied by an iridescent moon. A gentle breeze blew through the garden, tickling your ears.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" Loki breathed, looking at the sky. "Yeah, it is." You replied, reaching your finger out and tracing some of the constellations.

"How many stars do you think there are?" He asked you, looking back towards you. You shrugged, glancing at the sky. "I don't know, there's billions! It's useless to count."

He chuckled, shrugging. "I wouldn't call it useless, darling." You raised an eyebrow at him, gesturing up at the sky.

"Loki, look how many there are! Plus, what use is knowing the number of stars going to be?" You challenged, and he just smiled at you.

His smile was enough to take your breath away, but you told yourself to chill out. You weren't going to lose one of your only friends to a silly crush.

"It's also useless to count freckles, but I know you have 12 of them on your left forearm." Loki said, and your heart rate sped up as your mind processed what he had just said.

Your heart was screaming, but your brain was able to regain partial composure. You laughed it off, playfully slapping Loki. "Nice line, silvertongue."

His expression turned soft, yet serious, as he grabbed your left arm gently. "No, seriously. Count."

You turned your left forearm around, carefully counting each freckle. After you finished, you recounted, your face heating up.

There were exactly 12 freckles. No more, no less.

"Oh." You said, unsure of what to say. "Oh?" Loki raised his eyebrow, taking your hands in his.

Loki and you stood there for a minute, gazing into eachothers' eyes, until Loki finally broke the silence.

"I love you."

"What?" You said, nervously darting your eyes away. You figured he was just saying it platonically. You'd said it before, hadn't you? But it was different now.

"Uh- I love you too Loki. You know that." You recovered, trying to hide the bubble of emotions inside of you.

"No. Not like that." He said, shaking his head. "No?" You asked, rubbing your neck subconsciously.

"No. This is different, Y/n. I love you. I love you in ways that go beyond our friendship. You bring me more joy than the stars ever could." He confessed, and your eyes began to water. "I'm sorry if this ruins our friendship, but I can't hide it anymore Y/n. I love you."

You stood there, demobilized in shock. Loki shook his head. "I should go..." He mumbled, but you finally regained movement and grabbed his wrist. "I love you too."

His eyes met yours once more, widening. "Really?" He asked, making sure he had heard you right.

You nodded, reaching up on your tippy toes and quickly placing a kiss on his lips. You had kissed him on the forehead and cheek before, but this was different, yet it still felt so right.

Loki blushed, and you relished in the fact that you had the ability to make a prince, not to mention a god, blush.

"Well then..." You trailed off, tucking your hair behind your ear. Loki's eyes lit up, indicating he had thought of an idea. "How about I go grab us some blankets and we sleep in the observatory tonight, that way we can fall asleep under the stars?"

You grinned, nodding at the idea. "That sounds great. Meet you there?" He nodded, and with another quick kiss on the lips, he ran off to get the blankets, and you walked down the hallway, thinking of how lucky you were to love, and be loved, by Loki.  

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[justonemorechapternicercy]

Could you do any yandere nicercy?

Hey, anon, let's pretend you sent me this ask a few weeks ago, and not more than a year ago, okay? Okay. ❤️

Also, I just want to let you guys know that I'm going through some things, and I'm not that excited over PJO - or any fandoms, really - nowadays. So, as a personal challenge to get me back to writing and reading PJO content, I'll try to answer the asks in my inbox, writing those prompts. I'd like to ask you, not to send me any prompts for the next... Uhh... Until the next time I post something about it, okay? I'm in two PJO projects that are very important to me (one with Fee, the other with the Camp Elysium server), that I just couldn't touch, so I'd like to be able getting back to them.

Thank you ❤️

Now, back to the story-

Spreading out on the satin covered bed, still a bit breathless from their previous activities, he could hear them talking. He didn't appreciate when people stole Nico from him, when he had to leave their bed so soon after completion, but he couldn't complain. It was Hazel, after all.

Nico would do many things for his step-sister, even leave him all alone in their bed.

Their conversation was quiet before, but now they raised their voices enough he could understand the words they were speaking.

"I'm taking Percy with me," Hazel stated firmly.

He felt his heart drop. The chains around his left leg rattled as he moved, but it didn't bother him. The words, on the other hand…

"No, Nico, you can't keep him here like this! It has been years since he was seen! He wasn't even on his sister's Dark Baptism! This is not right."

Estelle? It was already Estelle's sixteenth birthday? She had her Baptism? That's nice… but that didn't mean Hazel had any right to tell Nico what he could and couldn't do. She had no right to want to take Percy away from his dark angel.

Nico was saying something he didn't hear, and then, "... you're wrong! I love Percy and he loves me! I'm taking care of him, I'm not letting anybody use him."

"THIS IS LOVE TO YOU?" Hazel shrieked, causing Percy to jump again in fright. He didn't like loud noises. They were… not good. "This isn't love, Nico. He doesn't deserve it, you can't force him to stay with you."

Percy furrowed his brows, not understanding what she was insinuating. He loved being with Nico. He loved Nico. He wasn't forced to stay there. He quite liked it, actually. After all what happened with the Dark Lord Kronos, and his servant, Luke… Percy didn't like going outside. Being in a crowd, meeting with people… no, it was not for him. The bed was very comfortable, safe and secure. And he had Nico.

"I'm not forcing him. He loves being here," Nico drawled. His voice relaxed Percy. Nothing bad could touch him if he was there.

"Why are you doing this, Nico?" The witch asked, voice trembling. She just didn't understand it. She didn't understand them.

"I can't lose him. I won't lose him," Nico answered. Percy's heart ached for him. He didn't remember much from before, but Nico told him what it was like. How reckless he was. How stubborn, yet easy to manipulate. How he almost died more than once without Nico to help him. He knew how much it still pained the other warlock. "I love him too much to do that."

"I know you love him, but you can't keep him chained up. It's not right!" Percy started to feel more and more uncomfortable. What right did she have to judge them? To judge Nico?! She knew nothing! It was for his own safety! Nico did everything he could to keep him safe, and Hazel had no right.

"And it's right to send him out to die? No. I won't let him die, not if I can help him." Percy smiled, caressing the black iron around his ankle. Nico would keep him safe.

"You aren't helping him. He is barely living; you are killing him in a different way!" Hazel said sadly. Percy huffed, he hoped Nico wouldn't listen to her. He didn't want to leave. He didn't want to part from Nico. He needed Nico.

He loved Nico.

"Stop lying!" His love shouted angrily. Percy shuddered. Shouting wasn't… It wasn't good.

"Nico…" Percy could barely hear her voice as she whispered. For a few seconds the only thing he could hear was his own heartbeat. 

Then, Nico. "No. I don't have to listen to you anymore. Leave." Percy unconsciously nodded. Hazel had to leave. Before she could change Nico's mind. Percy had to stay with Nico. He needed it.

"Nico…" she whispered. Percy could hear Nico walking, stalking his prey. He knew those steps by heart, he could not mistake them with anything. He was pissed.

"I. Said. Leave." His voice was hard, devoid of any emotion, but it was clear he was at the edge of his patience. Percy could picture him, his face set in hard stone, eyes blazing, mouth pressed in a thin line. He was glad the expression wasn't aimed at him.

"I just want to help! You are killing him, Nico," begged Hazel.

"Don't come back again. You won't like the consequences."

Even Percy through the closed door could feel Nico's power. His eyes rolled back, his body tensed, both with phantom pain and arousal. Nico liked to use his powers on him on some occasions. Percy both dreaded and loved those times.

He could hear Hazel leaving, then footsteps nearing the room. Nico stopped outside of the door, and Percy felt a sudden dread in his stomach. Why was he waiting? What was he waiting for?

His breath catched when the door slowly unlocked, creaking as it opened. Years next to Nico go by a second when you live as long as witches and warlocks did, but Percy found himself waiting impatiently, his body knowing when its owner was nearby but not close enough.

"My good boy," Nico smirked, eyes ranking over Percy's naked body sprawled across their bed, his voice rich and lovely, nothing like the one he used with Hazel. It wrapped around Percy like a lover's caress, so intimate, he could almost feel it.

"She is gone, right?" Percy asked, reaching a hand out, touching those brunette curls, dark enough they might even be considered black. But he knew Nico was a brunette; he could vividly recall any and every part of his lover's.

His skin was soft, Percy loved to touch it, to taste it. He wasn't sure when and how it all started, but he could honestly say he could no longer live without Nico di Angelo.

The warlock leaned into Percy's touch, his lips brushing against his palm in a barely kiss, before knotting Percy's long hair between his fingers, and pulling him up in a bruising kiss.

It isn't sweet. It isn't nice. It's nothing that sort, but it is wonderful and Percy could feel the sparks of their mixed magic dancing across his body, burning him up, like a cauldron bubbling inside him. Their bodies fit together well, like a puzzle's missing pieces. It feels right, like they were made for each other.

Nico moved to suck at his neck, harsh and painful as his sharp teeth grazed at the sensitive skin, but pleasure soon took over with his tongue as a soothing counterpoint. He gives himself wholly over to the sensations, to the pain and pleasure, to the sweet whispered words and razor-edged dark magic that ran through his body.

Nico's nails clawed against his shoulders, pinning him in one place as if he could ever run, his mouth exploring Percy's exposed pale neck as if he's never done it before. 

"Always so lovely," he murmured. "Always mine," he growled, digging his nails deeper, tearing into Percy's soft skin, drawing a few drops of blood.

They stared into each other's eyes; he could see nothing, but swirling blackness, deadly pools of poison, the literal abyss. He wondered what Nico saw in his. He wondered if he was mirroring Nico, or he still had his soul, that thing he signed up to Dark Lord Kronos with his own blood.

But those fleeting thoughts flew away when their lips met again, Nico biting Percy's lips, hard, and the coppery taste of his own blood filled Percy's mouth. It was a familiar taste, welcomed, even.

He just took whatever Nico pleased to do with him; taking the marks he left on his body, the curious fingers creeping down on him to their hidden destination.

"Mm, you are still so open for me," Nico hissed, his lips curving in a lascivious smile, fingering Percy's still loose hole. The slightly older warlock nodded, legs unconsciously opening wider. "You are so good for me," he murmured. He waved his hand, and immediately, his previously hot fingers turned into almost like icicles. Percy shuddered and whined; it was bordering unbearable, yet the contrast between his heated, slick hole and the ice-cold touches could have been enough to send him over the edge if Nico would have allowed it.

His fingers were nimble and sure, painful and pleasurable, knowing how to cause the maximum at both. But they were nothing compared to his cock, thick and long, so big Percy always questioned how it fit into him. But it did; he could feel himself stretching and expanding, accommodating to the girth. His ears were ringing, he could only hear his begging through a thick layer of fog. His cock was throbbing, his hole was stretched to the limit, and he could do nothing but take and take and take.

Nico always knew better than him what his body could take. After all, he could take anything Nico wanted him.

The brunette captured Percy's mouth one more full force, his tongue sliding in and out, in parallel how he was fucking Percy into the mattress. Percy felt devoured, completely at Nico's mercy. He was at his mercy.

Nico's hips continued their rhythmic, mind-blowing movement, back and forth, slower, faster, deeper, shallower, making Percy's body thrumming with restrained power. His eyes were closed as he came, giving himself over to the feeling. He was probably saying something, praises or unintelligible words, but he didn't care about that. He only cared about the feeling of Nico's release deep inside of him, his alluring powers filling him up to the brim.

Opening his eyes, there was a long moment where they stared into each other's eyes, and Percy was falling, and falling, unrestrained into the deep abyss. He found himself learning towards Nico unconsciously, who kissed him once more, their lips moving in tandem, their breaths mixing, limbs tangled together until they were one.

One kiss, another, then Nico moved away, pulling his clothes without speaking, needing to go, do his own thing.

He left Percy splayed out on their bed, naked and beautiful, knowing he can't go anywhere, even if he would finally take off the chains on his leg, he wouldn't run.

Percy was his, forever.

[postwarlevi]

You find a little black kitten alone on Halloween. He has no name tag and there are no other kitties in sight.

You already have a few cats at home with Levi/Jean...... (Or both of them..... Have we done a poly with Jean and Levi on here?! Hmmm......) But what's one more kitten?

He's soooo cute! Hello Cat <3 Surprise I'm not letting this sit in my inbox for 7 weeks (like some other things oops! Sorry everyone!)

I know black kitties especially aren't treated well on Halloween. Oh that makes me mad! Literally the reason I'd be put in jail is for beating someone for abusing an animal LOL not sorry!

Also, I'll skip the poly angle on here to be safe but....I'll see you on Discord ;)

About 900 words of short scene/HC cat dad Levi fluff!

I really see Levi liking cats. They can keep to themselves, are pretty clean, low maintenance, at least some of them!

So, wandering around on Halloween to see the neighbors decorations just before dark and all the kids running around in costume.

The littlest kitten comes mewing up to you as you pass by a house and of course you reach down to pick it up.

He's pretty tiny but doesn't seem in bad condition.

You try to figure out who he belongs too but the house whos yard he came from tells you it's not there's, but there is a bunch of stray cats in the area.

You hold the kitty who purrs and settles into you and looks around for a bit but it's getting late and there's no sign of other cats.

You most certainly can't leave him, especially on this night, so.... :)

"No, no, what is that?" Levi says the moment you enter the house.

"But Levi!" You huff and explain. "What do you want me to do with him?"

He stands there shaking his head as your other cats Penny and Scout come to see what's going on.

Penny hisses and backs away, but Scout forgets all about personal boundaries and wants to see the kitten.

"He's so little." Levi is already starting to cave.

"Yeah. Wanna hold him?" You ask timidly as you try to keep Scout from scaring the little ball of fur who also seems interested in him.

Levi sighs. "Let's...give him a bath." He mumbles and heads to get some towels from the closet.

You bite your lip to keep yourself from squealing with delight and carry him into the bathroom.

Your other cats are on flea medications as they go outside with you, but this guy is way too young for that and it would be best to take him to the vet first. So, this is your option.

Levi fills up the tub just a couple inches and as you both sit on the floor you cringe, waiting for the kitten to flip out when you put his paws in the water.

"Huh. Look at that." Levi smiles and you open your eyes to see that the kitten doesn't seem to mind the water at all.

He splashes around at the ripples of water like he was made for baths.

He does protest a little when you try to wipe him with a wet cloth.

"Oh stop. You're already wet." Levi tells him after he lets out a long cry.

"Hey, stop that!" You yell to the crying adult cats on the other side of the door that want to know what's going on.

While the bathtub drains and Levi cleans up you towel cry the kitten.

"You're just so adorable, aren't you? You don't have any siblings, do you?" You baby talk to him while he purrs.

"Don't even think about it." Levi says of you already thinking about more cats.

Thankfully he's not so little he can't eat some wet cat food, and gobbles it down to the point you think he might pop. But he sure is happy.

"Better think of a name." He says of the little guy who he already loves.

You hug Levi tight. "Thank you. I didn't do it on purpose, honest!" You want him to know. But he knows.

While you finally introduce him to Scout who takes him under his paw right away, you and Levi start getting up every few minutes to hand out candy. It is Halloween, after all.

The costumes are creative and the kids all love coming to your house as you hand out the best candy.

"Thank you Mrs Ackerman! Thanks Mr Ackerman!" The ones that are old enough and know you say with wide smiles.

"Don't eat everything in one night!" You tell them, waving to parents who are waiting for their kids at the end of your driveway.

At some point Penny gets some courage and comes and meets the new kitten after watching him and Scout playing with some toys.

Turns out she kind of likes him too now that he doesn't smell so strange.

Levi gives her lots of attention, showing that there are no favorites.

"It's your new brother." You tell Penny while she washes the kitten.

After all the candy is given out (you save a few pieces for yourself, of course) and the kitten is passed out from an eventful evening, you carry him to bed.

Yes, you and Levi let the cats on the bed. Most of the time at least, until they start playing at 3am like it's time to get up. Then it's time for them to go.

Tonight though, everyone settles in easily.

Scout down by your legs, Penny leaning against Levis pillow, and the new kitten purring loudly between you two.

"Thank you Levi." You say sleepily as you lay together.

"Don't make it a habit." He jokes as he gives the kitten a pat and reaches over to rest his arm across you.

Tomorrow, you'll call the vet for his first visit, and pick out a name as you get to know his personality more.

You're very happy that he picked the very moment you passed by to show himself, as he's the perfect fit for your family.

So, what are we naming him!? Thank you for sending this :D

[wikiangela]

may I rant about Jeid? I'm happy we have more Will in CME because it almost makes me forget how they ruined the JJ & Reid friendship. If this was any other show I'd be side eyeing them more for that and having Reid be the godparent. These writers rly need to leave my team dynamics alone

of course! I welcome all the rants, especially if I agree hahah (seriously, you can rant in my inbox - or even dms - all you want haha)

I actually made some posts about this a couple days ago too, when I was finishing s14 haha but here's my (another😂) rant:

I love Will so fucking much (like, we saw him like once or twice a season since s2, how is it possible that I love him this much haha, he's just the best) and he and JJ are so adorable, and I'm so mad that they tried to screw with that - and like, yeah, she said that she loves Will and the boys too, but.... idk, it's just so weird and kinda undermining their relationship, basically implying that she's always wondered what if or was pining for Reid or smth (that's how it came across, at least, and I refuse to acknowledge it as part of the show, it just simply didn't happen 😂)

and like, JJ and Reid literally had one of the best and cutest friendships, they were besties, and he's Henry's godfather ffs

and suddenly JJ's "always loved him"??? like, if she clarified later that she meant that she loved him like a friend/brother but had to make it sound like that in the moment so the guy who was about to kill her was satisfied, then okay, I'd be fine with what she said

but they fucking doubled down on it! and their dynamic at the beginning of s15 was so awkward and I hated it sm (also, Reid subconsciously "waiting for her"? talking to his mom about what what JJ said means? like, wtf did he think was gonna happen)

not to mention, there was literally one episode in s1 when he wanted to ask her out and then they never mentioned it again until s14 - and suddenly they jump in with this bullshit? no thank you lol

it just seemed kinda forced, like they needed to add drama, it didn't even make much sense

in this show, platonic relationships are what matters, they need to stop playing with all those dynamics that work so well fr

also, JJ is literally my absolute fave character, can they leave her the fuck alone and let her be happy with Will pls 😂 (I'm so happy we're getting so much of them now, I love them)

[happyandticklish]

What do you think about Yuri on ice for the fandom thing?

I would love to!! ^^

Also, I have recently just gotten a new job that's been taking up a lot of my time, so I may not be as active here content-wise (as though I've been in anyway active content-wise recently anyway psssshh). I'm gonna finish this, and the other two I have in my inbox, for the fandom asks, but I'm not accepting anymore! Now that that's over with, on with the ask~

The character I first fell in love with:

Yuuri, my sweet little angel baby boy. Bro was introduced crying and stress-eating, and honestly? Fucking relatable, what a mood.

The character I never expected to love as much as I do now:

Probably Otabek. He was just some guy when I watched the show, and then that end scene with the skating sunglasses jawline thing happened, and may I just say, holy hell.

The character everyone else loves that I don't:

Mmm, I don't know if I have one? Same lame answer as I do with this question for every ask~

The character I love that everyone else hates:

Again, don't have one! ^^

The character I used to love but don't anymore:

Okay, so I still love him, but I've kind of fallen away from Victor a bit. I'm not really sure why. Like, I still enjoy him and Yuuri, and think he's neat, but I don't feel too strongly about him.

The character I would totally smooch:

Otabek, and I would say Yuuri, but Yuuri is not allowed to cheat on his boyfriend, so that's out.

The character I'd want to be like:

Okay, so weirdly, Yuri. Bro just went out and did whatever the fuck he wanted, worked his ass off, and became a professional skater at 15. I want that kind of motivation and drive, I can't even finish requests on time wtf

The character I'd slap:

Also Yuri for bullying my sweet boy. Leave Yuuri alone, he's just trying to vibe and make it through the day.

A pairing that I love:

Victuuri!!

A pairing that I despise:

Victor or Yuuri with literally anyone else.

Thank you for the ask!

[imaginationintowords]

Folklore [song series]

mirrorball

Modern Day AU! Steve Rogers x OC!Reader

Plot: Inspired by Taylor Swift’s new album folklore. The story follows the timeline of Bucky and Elizabeth’s life throughout the years.

Word count: 2110

[a/n: thanks for being patient with me! hope you guys enjoy this new chapter! if i forgot to tag you please inbox me]

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Series Masterlist

Age: 20

Location: Brooklyn, NY

Year: Summer 2014

Steve flopped down onto his bed, tired after today's events. Elizabeth softly laid down next to him, Steve wrapped his arm around her bringing her closer to his chest.

"Today was a day," he tiredly says.

"You okay?" She asked him.

After Bucky had left there was a sadness aura that followed Steve for the rest of the party. He had no clue what he had expected Bucky's reaction to be, but definitely not the one he got. He had even prepared himself fo a fight, he was grateful that didn't happen. He just wasn't expecting for Bucky to shut down and leave. Not even accepting his offer of having a conversation later.

He knew that Bucky just needed his space, time to think it all over. But the look on Bucky's face had Steve questioning whether or not he would ever come around.

It threw Steve off when Bucky requested that he breakup with Elizabeth. He couldn't believe his best friend would want his own happiness to suffer.

His whole life he had done everything possible to keep Bucky happy. After what Bucky and his family had to go through with his father, Steve made it his mission to never let his friend feel that way again. Granted he was only 7 when he made that promise to himself, he still kept it.

Steve had never put himself first, at least not until he had made the decision to go to school in California. He had even thought about changing his plans after his breakup with Elizabeth but he knew his parents would've been disappointed with that decision.

He had put Bucky first his entire life, what he's doing isn't selfish. Yet he can't help but feel like the most selfish person ever.

What if he was keeping Elizabeth from truly being happy? What if she just didn't want to break his heart? What if she just didn't want to break his heart during a family event? What if come tomorrow she would tell him the truth, that she was really still in love with Bucky.

He's not sure he could handle that heartbreak.

"Want to tell me what's going on in that head of yours?" Elizabeth asked, breaking Steve from his self destructive thoughts.

"I won't be mad if you still love him," Steve says, "I'd understand."

Elizabeth quickly sat up to get a look of Steve's face to make sure he was being serious. It nearly broke her to see how defeated he looked. She's never seen him so down, not even after his breakup with Peggy.

"You don't have to pretend to save my feelings," he continues, "If it meant you were happy, that's all I care about. If being with Bucky makes you happy, then please don't let me stand in the way."

"Oh Steve," she gently caresses his face, staring down at him, "I wasn't lying earlier when I told Bucky that I didn't love him anymore. And i most definitely wasn't lying when I said that I love you, because I do love you, with my whole heart. You make me happy. The happiest I've ever been. Bucky was my past. You are my now, and hopefully my future.

"If you can't see how truly great you are, then I must not be doing my job as not only your girlfriend, but you're friend," she says, "Because you make me feel special every single day. And I just want you to feel the way you've made me feel."

"It's not your fault," Steve softly says, grasping her hand to place a kiss on her knuckles.

"Growing up I've always been second to Bucky," he explains, "Everyone seemed to prefer him over me. Whether it was girls or just our friends. It was always Bucky then Steve."

Elizabeth takes a moment to think back on their time growing up. She couldn't help but feel guilty when she realized that everything Steve is saying is true.

After she and Bucky got together, Steve sort of became an after thought, not because they purposefully excluded him, it never crossed their mind simply because Steve also had Peggy at the time. But after Peggy left, Elizabeth never really got to talk to Steve about how he felt, because she got caught up in her own drama.

"Steve, I'm so sorry," she apologizes, "I should've known then about how you felt. I was so caught up in my own shit, I never realized that you could've been going through your own stuff."

"Liz, it was never your fault," he says, "You were going through your own stuff. And I had learned to suppress it. Plus Bucky was your boyfriend at the time, of course i wasn't really on your mind. Plus it's kind of my fault for allowing it to happen. I never spoke up about it. I just always went along, figuring it was better than nothing."

"Once I got to Berkeley that's when everything changed," his mood shifts a bit to a much lighter feel, "I no longer felt like the shadow of a person. I felt like my own person for the first time ever. I was able to become someone I never thought possible. I am no longer 'scrawny Steve, Bucky's best friend'. I just became 'Steve' or 'Rogers'."

Elizabeth smiled at the way Steve's eyes lit up when talking.

"I had never imagined myself leaving New York, let alone making the permanent move to California," he confesses, "As much as I love it here, California is where I feel I belong. I know you feel it too."

Elizabeth nods her head agreeing with him. She felt the same way, as much as New York was her childhood home, California was where she felt her heart aching for. Where she felt like she belonged, where she could thrive. The more she spent time there, the more it felt like home, that's why moving there wasn't a tough decision for her.

"Coming back here," Steve says, causing Elizabeth to shift back her focus on him, "It just makes me feel like that scrawny kid all over again. I feel like no matter how hard I try to shed that image, Brooklyn will never see me for who I am now, but for who I was then. Like no matter what I do I will always be 'little' Steve Rogers."

"I know you feel it too," he says looking up at her.

She did. She did feel stuck in the past whenever she came back home. It seemed like life stood still here, while outside of Brooklyn everything is moving ahead. She knows it's only because she grew up there, and had nothing to do with Brooklyn itself. Once she was in California, she got a taste of life outside of Brooklyn, and she's not sure if she would want to go back. So moving there was an easier choice for her to make.

"I do," she agrees, "It's why moving to California was an easy decision for me to make."

"I wasn't even sure I was even going to make it to California," he says.

"Why is that?"

"Felt like I was disappointing my parents," he confesses, "We had always discussed me going to Columbia as a pre-med major. That had been the original plan. It wasn't like they were forcing it on me. More like I was forcing it onto myself.

"It was the 'safer' choice, granted the longer one, but in the end it all would've been worth it. For some reason as a child I believed that was the only way my parents would've been proud of me. Regardless of the fact that they were already proud and would tell me constantly. I just put that pressure on myself."

"It wasn't until junior year that Mr. Lawson, my high school art teacher said I should apply to some art schools," he continues, "Then after I had a long discussion with the guidance counselor she agreed as well, saying I would get in no problem with whatever art field I applied in.

"I never really gave my drawing much thought. It was just something I would do. Also a career in art is not exactly financially stable, or at all stable. But I figured it wouldn't hurt to apply to a couple of schools as an architecture major. Never really gave it a second thought."

Steve pauses, "I did get into Columbia."

"Steve, no fucking way," Elizabeth gasp sitting up straighter, "I never even heard."

"That's because I only told my parents," he says, "I got the acceptance email the same day I got NYU's and Berkeley's, where I hadn't applied as pre-med, which my parents didn't know of at the time."

"Wow," Elizabeth responds feeling herself become speechless. She had only known about NYU and Berkeley. She knew about NYU because that was the plan, they, including Bucky had discussed Freshman year. Back when she was still with Bucky, and Steve with Peggy and they all had planned to stay in New York. Before life got complicated.

"When I did get the Berkeley acceptance I had to come clean to my parents about what major I applied under. I was nervous, because a part of me never told them because I was worried I wouldn't get in. So seeing that acceptance it was the assurance I needed. One that really let me know that I could actually do it. And of course my parents were proud."

"Of course," Elizabeth smiles, "They would've been proud if you had decided to not even go to school and just worked in a restaurant."

"That's true," Steve lets out a small laugh, "And I think I more so didn't want to regret the decision. Leaving home to move across the country for a career that could be unstable. It's scary."

"Do you?" Elizabeth asks.

"Do I what?"

"Do you regret it?"

"Not one bit," he smiles, pulling her back down onto his chest.

They laid there in a comfortable silence. Steve ranking his fingers on Elizabeth's arm, feeling himself grow tired.

"I hope you know you're amazing," Elizabeth quietly says looking up at him with pure admiration in her eyes, "That I think you're amazing. I think you're one of the greatest people I have ever known. And if I have to spend my entire life showing you just how amazing I think you are, I will."

Age: 29

Year: 2023

Location: Santa Barbara, CA

Elizabeth giggled as Steve carried her over the threshold into their hotel room for the weekend. He kicked the door closed as he silenced her giggles with a kiss, before placing her on her feet.

"Why thank-you Mr. Rogers."

"You're very welcome Mrs. Rogers," he smiled brightly at his new wife.

Her makeup was slowly fading, hair no longer perfectly done after a night of dancing with their close loved ones. Steve just stares at her lovingly. He ahs never seen her more beautiful and the fact that he gets to be her husband for the rest of his life, he's never felt luckier.

Elizabeth feels his eyes just on her, "What? Do I have something on my face?"

"No, just admiring my beautiful wife," he compliments, causing Elizabeth to blush.

"How about one more dance?" she asks.

"There's no music."

"When I'm with you there's always music," she says holding her hand out for him.

Steve pulled her to him, one hand grasped in her's, while the other lay on her lower back. Elizabeth's head rested on his chest, with Steve's chin softly resting on the top of it.

"You know I think you're amazing," Elizabeth says as they sway softly in each other's arms.

"You might've told me once or twice," he responds.

"Get used to it because I'm going to be telling you that for the rest of our lives."

"Nothing I want more than that," he kisses the top of her head.

"If you'd asked me to runaway with you to join a circus, I would in a heartbeat," she says.

"Oh really? If I lose my job, and having nothing to show for, you'd still be there?"

"Right next to you baby, every step of the way," she says looking up at him, "Plus you won't have nothing to show. You'll have me. You'll have us. With me by your side I'll make sure you never not know how much you mean to me."

"You've made me believe in love again when I thought it wasn't possible. You've made me love myself in a way that I didn't think were possible. You make me a better human being by just being you. I love you Steve, more than anything.

"So if everything were to go to shit, as long as I have you that's all I need. I'll be there reminding you every single day just how special you are to me."

"I love you," Steve smiles as tears fall from his eyes.

[buffymilkovich]

... (takes a deep breath before creating chaos in your inbox)

I just caught up with since we're alone and...

KENNY AND NESS (@lethargicmick)!! you guys are so frickin' AMAZING do you know that??!!

Like it is now most definitely my fav in the enemies to lovers department and College AU department. I regret not starting to read this earlier.

I had some thoughts I'd like to share since I'm too shy to come out and do it on ao3. Most of them are lines from the fic that i loved the most but whatever

First off whoever (or maybe the both of you?) come up with the different variations of Mickey's 'Jesus Christ' is a comedic GENIUS like 'jesus christ and his disciples" 😂😂😂 it never fails to send me laughing off the floor.

"Mickey wondered if there would ever come a day when Gallagher could say something that didn’t take him by surprise and cause Mickey to question his entire existence" - this just made me go 🥰🥰 you like him, you blind idiot.

Ben and Aria are sweethearts and honestly, I'm just like them when my friend(s) is too blind to see that they have a crush on a person.

The Community for Coffee Sluts <- uhmm is there a sign-up sheet??? where do I join??

Since we’re alone, and Aria’s not here being her adorable nosy self - 👀👀 I see what you guys did here 😏. And yeah I agree Aria is the most adorablest nosiest person and we love her for it.

Chapter 15-16 killed me. I've never cried sm in my entire life before 😭😭. I'm still sad over it

No, it's fine. Missing a practice isn’t the end of the world. Was just trying to scare you so you wouldn’t do it again - WTF @!$?!* I was FUMING when I read this. I knew Petrovich wasn't a good person but I was sort of rooting for him (We were all rooting for you)

All I want to do is wrap them up in blanket burritos give them lil forehead kisses and tell them everything is going to be alright.

He fucking missed him - Yea you do 🥺🥺🥺

But the more he looked at it, the more the text message just seemed off. - lmao literally me every time I get a text

Ian knew that something was off, just by the way mickey sounded on the phone and then came to give him company 😭🥺

I literally love this fic sm you guys!!

ok that's it for now. Trust me there's soo much more but I don't think Tumblr could handle it so I'm leaving that for another day. Also is nelkins gonna be ok? (I knew there was something between them but I just thought my vibez were off)

AJ??!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!??!

jesus christ and his disciples was all @lethargicmick she is the master of writing mickey's dramatic ass lines/rants jandownd

there is definitely a movement for 'petrovich can suck ass and die' (of which we are wholeheartedly included) i will add u to the mailing list

"wrap them up in blanket burritos give them lil forehead kisses" literally me every minute of every day for swa ian and mickey they are so clueless and precious and i just want them to be okay 🥺🥺🥺🥺

AJ this was just the most amazing message to receive i can't thank you enough for taking time out of your day to just spread positivity and support like you deserve only the best things today and forever!!! 🥰🥰🥰🥰 thank u so much for reading and i hope u enjoy the rest!! 🥺🥺

(p.s. nelkins are on thin ice...hopefully they'll pull through 😮‍💨)

[heymacy]

macy... my love ✨✨, you ASTOUND me! your words! the way that they flow, they way that you make them dance to create this beautiful vivid picture. your stories are so immersive, so ALIVE, i feel like i'm watching these scenes play out right in front of me! you've got this undeniable talent, and i feel so lucky to be able to read what you write... like WHAT! i'm just sitting here devouring this... for... FREE?! insanity 💙💙💙

now, i must ask, when you wrote "mickey found himself thinking about his own laugh, what it sounded like, and couldn't remember. it had been a while." and "it was honestly just nice to not be alone for once"........... i must ask HOOOOWW DAAAARREEE?!?! 😡 listen if you wanted to destroy me you could've just said so. "hey, julissa i'm going to rip your heart out" i'd say ok, macy. i'd say sure. because ha ha wow holy shit wow! 😭😭😭

"i was comin to check on mandy..." that was bullshit

"that's bullshit"

oh.

the way that i cackled at this! oh mickey my beautiful boy, he is in so deep. i was reading and vibrating out of my skin the entire time! ALSO comfy sweater ian 🥰🥰🥰

the way you ended the chapter?? once again HOW! DARE! i squealed, i'm so so excited to see where this goes, i love this story so much! and i love mickey SOOO much MY GOD HE HAS A FRIEND! the picture of finn and mickey sitting around stoned shoving chips in their faces, i will cry I'LL DO IT!!! i just have so much love bursting out of me for every single detail of this story, I can't handle it 😵‍💫

i should probably eventually start leaving these love letters in ao3 i guess lol but i do enjoy dropping them in the inboxes. it feels like i'm writing them on paper, folding them up, sealing them with a little sticker, and sliding them through a mailbox slot. 💌

ok, i love you. like a lot alot. thank you for writing and sharing your gift 💙✨

[sobbing] JULISSA 😭 i can’t believe you’ve done this 😭😭😭

okay i’ll tell you a secret 👀 — when i write, it plays like a movie in my head. like, i close my eyes and i’m basically watching a film, with all the turns of the camera and the little details and the wide shots, etc, etc. and i want so badly to convey that with words, to help you guys see what i’m seeing in my head, only in your heads 🥺 so to hear that i did that, and that’s how it felt?? passing out, screaming, crying, etc etc etc 😭

also, listen 😬 i’m gonna break y’all’s hearts with this story. quite a few times. but i’m also gonna put them back together again. angst with no happy ending? in this economy? i think not 😌❤️‍🩹

mickey is so done for. he’s too curious for his own good. it gets him into trouble. “one more google search” “one more scroll through instagram” “one more TMZ article” BOY IF YOU DON’T—

but don’t worry 😌 things will come together 😌 as will our boys 😌 macy shut up literally shut up stop talking 😭😅

finn + mickey 🥺😍😭 they’re friends!!! i ADORE them 🥺🥺🥺 also, prepare for some pretty big cliffhangers. i won’t say where. and i won’t say when. but, they’re there. in the outline. looming 👀

also?? you can leave me love letters wherever, whenever 😇🥰💛💌

i love you more 🥺 so so so so much, you have no idea 😭😭😭

[deliahscrush2003]

🎶 I thought I'd ask for a Taylor Swift song again, but I couldn't decide 😭, Red is just soo good. After a moment of deliberation I decided on 'The Last Time'. Would you please do it? Thank you!

I AM LITERALLY SCREAMING AGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

Bless the ground you walk on, Anon, bless it good!

You are an absolute angel for dropping Taylor into my inbox once again because I have just spent the entire day re-watching the All Too Well Short Film over and over and over again and I needed this. I need someone to ask me this.

Please, please, please, keep the Taylor requests coming because she is one of my all time favorite artists (along with Hozier) and I literally love matching her songs with my OCs. I LOVE IT. Addicted, actually.

Despite my excitement to match a Taylor song to one of my OCs, I find her songs to be the most difficult because I could connect her lyrics to multiple OCs and I can barely narrow it down to two, let alone one.

So, I stayed up all night going over album after album and just playing match up, analyzing her songs and matching them to an OC (overkill, I know, I know) but I really got to connect with her old music again so it was a very revealing experience.

It also helped me to construct a narrative for some of my more under-developed OCs and I was able to finally put this song to a face.

Forgive me, you're not here to hear me rant! Let's do this!

"The Last Time" by Taylor Swift feat. Gary Lightbody

"The idea was based on this experience I had with someone who was kind of this unreliable guy. You never know when he’s going to leave, you never know when he’s going to come back, but he always does come back" - Taylor Swift, 2012 (NPR)

Casey Cassidy, a future protagonist from my X-Men fix it series blooperverse, is the OC I matched for this song. At first glance, it shows more about her relationship with her love interest than her but if you pick apart the details, the vision of her character becomes a tiny bit clearer.

Casey is a very soft, timid and forgiving person. She's lost people, friends, family. She's touch starved for affection and love and safety and she finds them in the most unlikely person and probably not her best choice of person for her first relationship.

Their relationship is intense and all consuming, like it usually is when you're young and feeling things new. But its full of mistakes and fights. It can be rough, and Casey wants to be this safe place to land for this person, a source of comfort and confidence and her love interest does consider her that person but because of this, she's become his everything - even for the bad times where he's full of anger and hate and sorrow and loss.

"Find myself at your door Just like all those times before I’m not sure how I got there All roads they lead me here I imagine you are home In your room, all alone And you open your eyes into mine And everything feels better."

She kind of gets pricked on this person's sharp edges (literally).

She struggles with the pain from these rough encounters, tries to push through it until she finally shucks off her delicate approach and starts putting her foot down (which is a good thing, its her development).

"You wear your best apology But I was there to watch you leave And all the times I let you in Just for you to go again Disappear when you come back Everything is better."

Its her finally saying 'hey, I love you and want to help but if you keep pushing me and leaving me and treating me like its my fault, I'm not going to keep doing this with you' - which is the entire message behind 'The Last Time'.

"This is the last time you tell me I've got it wrong This is the last time I say it's been you all along This is the last time I let you in my door This is the last time, I won't hurt you anymore."

Then it just gets to the point of the whole climatic ending where they're both begging each other in different ways, him: sensing that she's had enough, that he's crossed the line, that he's blown it and getting desperate and her: tired, resigned, in pain, aching, struggling to say no but knowing that it has to happen.

Casey grows after this encounter, its like finally pulling out the tooth that's been giving you the biggest ache. It's a part of you but its been causing you so much pain and its going to cause even more pain to pull it out. She's been through so much pain already, lost so much but sometimes you need to lose things in order to heal, to move on, to grow stronger.

After this, she becomes just a little bit more tough, losing her softness and her child-like need to keep something. She grows up and starts to become more independent, more wise and sadly, more jaded.

Is this the last time she's going to open a door to someone who keeps backing out of his word?

Is this the last time we see her like this, hopeful, forgiving, tolerant?

Is this the last time for them? For good?

... we'll see

SEND ME 🎶 + A SONG AND I WILL TELL YOU WHAT OC IT REMINDS ME OF!

[gwinver-art]

For Syl, the Lionsmith, the Applebright. For Bisig, The Sun in Splendour, the Mare in the Tree. For Elouan, the Door in the Eye, the Meniscate, the Sister and Witch

HELLO I DON'T KNOW HOW MANY WEEKS THIS SAT IN MY INBOX BUT HERE YOU GO @oswald-privileges

For Bisig:

XXVII. The Sun-in-Splendour Describe their ideal self.

Did it here! Not much to add, pictures worth a thousand words and all that. :D

XXVIII. The Mare-in-the-Tree Describe them at their most dangerous.

So I’ve already described what a Bisig feeling rage looks like here, and canonly that probably tracks with what she’s like at her most dangerous, both for whoever her rage is directed to and for herself, because she will throw herself into action without caring about getting hurt. Barring that there's the TMA AU where she (not entirely purposefully but still) vanishes people around her because she likes being alone but HEY IT'S A TMA AU WHAT DID YOU EXPECT

For Sylvestre:

VIII. The Lionsmith What is the cruelest thing they've done that they do not regret?

So, thing is- this guy is no stranger to guilt, and while he does do morally reprehensible things, he generally feels bad about it? And the way he deals with these regrets might not be healthy nor does it stop him but he does feel bad. So I think the cruelest things he does without feeling regrets are more... all the things that go with being a con artist, lying and tricking people out of their money when they themselves aren't necessarily much better off than him, that sort of thing. Potentially, the cruelest thing he did to someone close to him without regretting it might've been to lump his sister together with his parents when he decided to turn their back on them and disappear. She didn't deserve his resentment, really. Ah well.

XXIX. The Applebright What small thing brings them joy?

He likes dime novels? He steals gets his hands on one, reads it a bit, gets bored, and leaves it on a bench or wherever. If he likes it enough he might bring it home, but the alternative is more common- stealing it, and then stealing an hour of peace is half the fun. He's quite a fan of short stories and serials, the ones that are published in newspapers, because they have enough twists to keep him entertained. When he passes by street musicians he might take a few dance steps if he’s in a good mood. There's also the way he can make his friend look so enraptured by like, the easiest card tricks in the book. It's cute. Lots of small things Elouan does bring him joy, if you stop to think about it.

For Elouan:

I. The Door-in-the-Eye What was their introduction to the most important thing in their life?

Choking and spluttering and coughing and a shivering mess unable to understand what was happening but there was a flicker of light and it did not fade out even as any regular candle would’ve burnt out ten times over by then, so. They hung on to it.

XI. The Meniscate Are they prone to self-examination? How do they view themselves and their actions?

Ahahahahahaaaaa hooo boy. So, huh, for a long time they did not do self-examination. Actively avoided the thing, to the point that they were quite out-of-touch with what they actually wanted and acted more out of a sense of duty than anything else? Which goes along with how they used to view themselves, I suppose- as something whose intrinsic value was very little and whose external value depended on how best they fulfilled their role. They've started to move away from this THANK FUCK but it still doesn't come completely naturally. A reflection's not for self-reflection, after all.

XVIII. The Sister-and-Witch Who is the closest person to them? How far would they go to protect them?

Depends at which point of the story you go, but Sylvestre, eventually. I'd say they'd be willing to sacrifice themselves for him but the thing is, Elouan would be willing to sacrifice themselves for a lot of people because their sense of self is. Well. See above. But for Syl... for him they might still go through metaphorical hell but they'd try much harder to come back from it.

(From this ask meme)