#anyways I hope everyone who reads my tags today appreciates them

[selencgraphy]

— 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆 ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄: but if you decide to, i'll ride in this life with you (i won't let go 'til the end)

PAIRING: jake seresin x f!original character

TAGS: nightmares, mentions of alcohol, brief description of an anxious-depressive attack, jake struggling with his mental health, pining, maybe ooc bc i'm lowk projecting onto jake, hurt/comfort, jake and jessie endgame (finally!!), and i think that's it...?

A/N: this part is heavily inspired by lady gaga's song from the movie. it is technically mav & penny's anthem, but it is now jake & jessie's. this part also depicts jake struggling with his mental health. if you're struggling, don't be afraid to ask for help. i know how scary it can be at times, but you're not alone <3 anyways, now for the elephant in the room. we've reached the end... it's been two years since i started writing for this fic and man, it's been a ride with the whole reboot and all. i appreciate every one of you who've read this series, whether you were here pre-reboot or are just now finding it. this may be the end of the main series, but i will def be writing for them again. my requests are always open as well! tysm and happy reading!

WORD COUNT: ~3.1k

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The mission had irrevocably changed everything. Promotions from Lieutenant to Lieutenant Commander ran across the board and against their troubled assumptions, they weren’t sent back to their original squadrons. Instead, the Daggers became an official and permanent team, flying missions like their first if needed and instituted as Top Gun instructors alongside Maverick, who Cyclone kept in service despite his prior opinions about the captain. On paper, all of their lives seemed to be going in the best direction possible—but typed-up documents couldn’t account for the things the eye couldn’t see. Everyone had gotten home safe—Jake had made sure of that. So why did his sleeping conscience keep telling him differently?

Most nights, his dreams were plagued with images of an F-14 exploding. At first, it had been who it originally was inside the cockpit: Maverick and Rooster. He’d managed to send his own plane’s missile in time to save them, but what if he had been a second too late?

Then it changed one night. Rooster’s cries as they flew upwards were replaced by someone else's voice—one he knew all too well. It was her in the cockpit. Every night that a nightmare jolted him awake, he’d woken up in a cold sweat, his breath heavy as he struggled to figure out what scenario that his sub-conscience showed him was real. But nights like these came with the job. He was bound to have nightmares like that. Throughout his career, not once had he ever been afraid to fly, so when his hands slightly trembled when he settled into his jet before a training exercise, he just shook it off. 

Then he was suddenly 10,000 feet in the air. He remembered that his wingman today was Rooster—that they were meant to train the new recruits. What he wasn’t sure about was whether the gap in his memory between when he got into the cockpit and now was because of muscle memory or something else entirely. As Rooster’s voice droned over the comms system, he sat in silence—a silence that didn’t go unnoticed by his wingman. “Hangman, you good?”

“I’m good, Rooster,” he responded, hoping Rooster didn’t notice his hesistance. “Let’s just show these newbies how it’s done, yeah?

Bradley had heard that response so many times over the years, and it had always been said quickly and laced with arrogance—like a reflex. So the small waver in Jake’s voice and the extra second that it took for him to reply threw Bradley off. Before he could press him about it, Jake yelled out. “Fight’s on!”

It didn’t take the pair long to get tone on the newbies they had in the air, sending them back to base with them following behind them. Jake took note of the small ache in his chest as he flew, but it had been a few weeks since he had been up in the air. A small part of his knew something wasn’t right, but he just kept telling himself it was just his body reacclimating to the conditions. He was becoming friends with the rest of the squadron, had just gotten a promotion, and was finally setting down roots somewhere. Things were perfect. 

There was that word again. Perfect. Perfection. To be flawless or without flaws. His flight with Rooster and the new recruits went off without a hitch, so why did he feel like shit? 

Then it happened again. And again. And again. When he walked into the locker room and found it to be empty, he let out a small sigh of relief and took a seat in front of his locker. What’s wrong with him?

Wiping the sweat off of his face, he kept his hands on his forehead as he rested his elbows on his knees. The little droplets of tears that fell to the floor beneath him went unnoticed. Why was this happening? He should be fine—he is fine. No one had died, so why did his chest hurt so much like someone did?

He had closed his eyes just for a second, but that was all it took before his own mind betrayed him. Thoughts berating him about all of the what ifs. So caught up in his own head, he didn’t hear the door open. It wasn’t until footsteps clicked closer to him did he quickly try to compose himself. “Hey, Hangman,” Bob greeted, opening his locker.

“Hey Bob,” Jake managed to spit out as he tried his best for his voice not to crack.

“We’re heading over to the Hard Deck later for Mickey’s birthday. He meant to tell you earlier, but he said he couldn’t find you anywhere,”

Jake cleared his throat in an attempt to keep his composure in Bob’s presence. “I’ll be there. Thanks, Bob.” The WSO quietly gather his things and made his way out, giving Jake a firm pat on the shoulder as he passed him. When he pulled into the parking lot of Penny’s bar, he was surprised to see everyone’s cars already occupying the spaces near the door. As he walked in, he was met with the sight of party streamers draped across the ceiling, a banner strung up by the dart board that said, “Happy Birthday,” and the squadron gathered by the pool tables—their usual spot. Penny spotted him as she walked out of the backroom with a crate of beer, greeting him immediately. “Hi, honey.”

“Hey, Pen,” he replied, following her to the bar. He took a quick glance at the group across the way before looking back at Penny. “If I’m not mistaken, this place doesn’t officially open for another 30 minutes,” he started, Penny humming in response to let him know that she was listening. “So why does Fanboy already have a beer in his hands? You’re not giving him a pass just because it’s his birthday now, are you?”

She shot her head around to look over to the pool tables, a look of confusion on her face that quickly transformed into amusement at the sight. “He did not get that from me,” she said with a chuckle before going back to whatever she was doing.

“Jake, get over here,” Jessie exclaimed. Trudging over to where his best friend stood with a pool stick in her hand, he greeted her with a smile.

“Hey, you. Didn’t see you at work today,” she commented as she pulled him into a hug.

Yeah, because I had a panic attack. “Guess you just weren’t looking hard enough for me, Dice,” he said instead. She pulled away to give him a good once over, and Jake’s heart rate spiked. The couple seconds she took felt like an eternity as his voice argued with himself in his head. Get yourself out of this now or she’s gonna see right through you.

“Fanboy,” he shouted over her shoulder, causing Mickey to turn at the call of his callsign, his cheeks already a rosy shade of pink. “Happy birthday bud,” he greeted, subtly prying himself away from Jessie so that she couldn’t get a read on him. There was no need for her to worry about him, but his attempt was futile.

As Jessie watched Jake make his way over to the birthday boy, her face scrunched slightly with worry. He never really called her her callsign unless they were up in the air? She was so caught up in her worries about her best friend that she barely noticed Bradley come to stand next to her. “You okay?”

“Hm?” she hummed, eyes lingering on Jake for a second before turning to address Bradley. “Yeah, I’m good.”

When he scoffed, her brows knitted. “What?”

“You two,” he paused, glancing between her and Jake. “Are so alike that it’s scary sometimes.”

She chuckled, thinking he was teasing. “We’ve been friends for over a decade, it’d be scarier if we weren’t alike in some way.”

He gave her a look, causing her face to fall flat. She knew what Bradley was trying to get at. “We’re… happy like this, Brad. We always have been.”

“Maybe that was the case then, but things are different now,” he tried to reason but was immediately shut down.

“We’re here to celebrate Fanboy’s birthday, Bradshaw, so let’s celebrate, hm?” Bradley’s face fell at how easy it was for her to close herself off and put on a face. He only had tiny glimpses between the lines of what he knew of Jake and Jessie’s history, but that had been all he needed to fit the puzzle pieces together, or so he thought.

By 9 o’clock, Jessie had had enough of Jake’s insistence that he was fine. Growing up with Jake Seresin, she knew how to read him. There wasn’t much he could hide from her anymore. She knew everything there was about him. She knew his tells. It was obvious something was bugging him, and sbe knew just what to do to make him feel better even if he didn’t want to tell her. “Hey,” she whispered as she leaned next to him against the bartop.. “Let’s get out of here.”

Jake’s eyebrows furrowed as he turned to her and then at the party behind them. “What? We can’t just leave.”

“Half of them are already piss drunk,” she commented matter of factly. “Do you really want to be D.D. to all of them?”

He debated it for a second, as he looked at his now wasted squadmates. Bradley, Nat, Reuben and Bob all were sober. They could handle the other ten of them on their own, right?  “Okay. Let’s go.”

As Penny handed Jake’s card back to him, she reminded him, “Amelia gets out around 4 tomorrow.”

“I’ll be there,” he replied as he lazily shoved his card back into his wallet. Jessie made a mental note to ask about that later. Unconsciously, he took Jessie’s hand in his as they navigated their way through the crowd. A cool breeze that contrasted the mugginess of the building behind them hit them in the face as they walked through the door, making their cheeks flush.

“Where to, m’lady?” he asked eagerly in a silly voice, 

“Seaport Village?” she suggested and Jake immediately agreed with her. So that was how they found themselves sitting by the Midway Museum across the Embracing Peace statue with a box of pizza in hand. They sat in silence for most of the night until Jessie spoke up as she grabbed her fourth slice.

“So… when did you start babysitting Penny’s kid?”

He laughed. “It’s not technically babysitting. I’m just picking her up from school and dropping her off at her house.”

Jake caught her smile as she took a bite of her pizza. “What?”

“Nothing,” she quickly replied, a mischievous smirk still on her face as she shrugged and continued eating.

A few more minutes passed before either of them spoke again. “You know, she’s never seen X-Men before,” he randomly comments. At the information, Jessie’s eyes widened in shock, her jaw dropping to the floor.

“You’re kidding.”

“I’m dead serious.”

“That’s just- Penny has done her daughter a disservice,” she declared, only half-joking.

“Tell me about it,” he added.

Jessie continued on. “I mean, how do people live with not ever seeing at least one X-Men movie? There’s like over a dozen of them and not one? Horrendous—actually horrendous.”

As she rambled, he looked on with adoration, nodding along as she ranted. Eventually, what she was saying started to go in one ear and out of the other. The only thing on his mind was how cute her investment looked as she went on about whatever she was talking about now and how the moonshine fell perfectly on her face. He had almost forgotten how worked up he had been in the past week, almost like she knew. He hoped she didn’t catch him looking at her like she’d hung the very moon that now shined brightly down on her. 

“What?” she asked, catching him staring. Crap. “Do I have sauce on my face?”

As she went up to swipe her mouth, he stopped her. “No, no, you’re fine. Just…” As he was about to spill his guts, images of a plane exploding flashed in his mind against his will, his face falling slightly. He shook his head, hoping she’d brush it off. Both of them turned to look at the statue before them again, unsure how to continue the conversation for the first time since they met all those years ago.

“You gonna tell me what’s been going on with you?” she asked and his heart clenched at the question. Of course she knew. She always knew, but where to even start? “If you don’t want to tell me, it’s fine,” she added. “But if something’s bothering you, you don’t have to deal with it on your own. You know I’m always gonna be here for you, Jake.” His gaze lingered on the statue in front of them before it drifted back to where his best friend sat next to him, waiting for an answer.

“I’ve been having nightmares,” he admitted. “It’s the same most nights: what would have happened had I not been there on time for Mav and Rooster? I figured it was normal. PTSD, you know? But then…” He looked up at her and found her looking at him intently, listening carefully, and it made his concerns wilt away.

“Then it… changed. Then it was you.” It was like a weight had lifted off of his shoulders—off of his chest as he said it out loud for the first time. “That night a few weeks ago when I… when you helped me. I think it’s because of the same thing that’s causing my nightmares now.”

Jake and Jessie were never people who shied away from telling each other things, but this was the first time Jessie had seen him so vulnerable. He’d always been guarded about his emotions, especially ones that weighed him down, so to see him be so open with her—that he trusted her enough to share the darkest parts of himself was moving. “I’m scared, Jess,” he voiced, the words coming out as a whisper as he tried not to break. “Scared that one day I’ll look next to me, and… and  you won’t be there.”

Her heart shattered at the confession. She remembered the night he was talking about. He had a panic attack. How long had he been feeling like this? Gently, she reached out to him, placing her hand on the one he rested between them. I’m here.

“You’re not going to lose me, Jake,” she whispered, her tone as gentle as her touch.

His face scrunched with doubt. “But what if I do?”

“You won’t,” she assured, her voice never wavering. She had taken his hand into hers now, squeezing it with conviction. Jake took a deep breath at the sentiment, warmth spreading through his body as he let her words settle into his head. Seeing him tear up, she surged forward and wrapped her arms around him. “I’m sorry you thought you had to deal with this alone.”

He buried his head into her shoulder, squeezing her tighter as they basked in each other’s embrace. Leaning back, she carefully brought her hands to his cheeks, pulling him down to place a chaste kiss to his forehead before pulling back to study his face. Running a hand through his hair, she barely missed the way his eyes studied her own face, but it wasn’t long before she caught him and did the same thing.

As they locked eyes under the soft moonlight, the air between them shifted. The walls they’d put up to prevent themselves from ever crossing this line collapsed one by one as they grew closer to each other. The pull was familiar—one they had felt a long time ago but resisted. But things are different now. “I love you,” he blurted out. “I’m in love… with you.” Her cheeks reddened, and she took in a deep breath like she hadn’t been breathing—as though his words were what allowed her to breathe again.

“I have been since you bumped into me on the first day of school,” he continued, his heart racing now. She smiled, and Jake couldn’t help but think how beautiful she looked—how beautiful she always looked. “I know I haven’t always been the greatest person. I’m arrogant, I’m reckless, and I push people away when things get hard—I push you away. But despite all of that, you’re still here. You stayed. Even when I didn’t deserve it.”

Her hands cupped his cheeks, gently wiping the stray tears that fell with her thumbs. “You deserve every bit of good that comes your way, Jake. Even me and I am not going anywhere.” Even after he’d confessed, she wanted—no, needed to be sure. “Can I… kiss you?” she asked gently.

He nodded softly and let out a breathy, “Yeah,” before they finally met in the middle. Despite what the movies would say, there weren’t any sparks. No, as their lips met it felt right—like coming home. The kiss was delicate as their lips pressed against each other, molding together in a way that felt like it was meant to be. Gaining confidence, Jessie deepened the kiss, pouring all of her love into the act.

When they finally pulled away, he leaned his forehead against hers, both of their eyes remaining shut as they breathed each other in. “I love you too,” she professed. “Ever since then.”

He leaned forward to sneak in another kiss, a smug grin on his face as he pulled away and hummed with content. “Could’ve been doing this all this time?”

A mirroring grin grew on Jessie’s face at his question. “Don’t get too cocky now, Hangboy.”

His eyebrows raised in intrigue at the new nickname. “Hangboy?”

“Mhm,” she cheekily hummed, biting her lip before gently placing her lips on his once again, Jake grinning into the kiss. He could get used to this.

bonus:

The feeling of her phone buzzing repeatedly in her back pocket caused her to reluctantly pull away, Jake groaning in disappointment. As she pulled her phone from her pocket, the screen lit up with text messages, all from Bradley.

Roo: where'd you go??? Roo: jake's gone too, is he with you? Roo: oh my god he's with you isn't he Roo: please tell me he's with you Roo: hellooo??? Roo: fine don't answer me wtv...

"Who is it?" Jake curiously asked, trying to peer over to look at the screen.

"Just Bradley."

"What does he want?"

"Nothing. He was just letting me know they got everyone home," she lied, sending Bradley a quick thumbs up and putting her phone on silent before placing it down. Jake's eyes narrowed, but he quickly shook it off as she leaned in once again.

Roo: you better update me tomorrow Roo: don't do anything i wouldn't do!!

A/N: ending off in true romcom fashion with a kiss!! if you didn't catch it, tiny aspects of the ending were inspired by one of my fav movies, set it up, if you really read into it ;) i hope you enjoyed reading this series as much as i did writing it. again, my requests are always open for ideas! <3

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[eris-snow]

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Tags: Deku's birthday series 2023, izuku x fem!reader

You've come to appreciate the little things: His nickname for you that never changes, no matter how many times you're edited out of his mind. It's something small, but you take what you can get.

I love the nickname Starlight more than I let on. It may sound a little exaggerated, but I hope you never stop calling me that.

Izuku looks at his phone screen where a Post-it note is stuck and rereads your message over and over again. By the 3rd time, his face was as red as Eijiro’s hair.

Relief sets into his bones when he sees that your messages are no longer filled with cryptic words that he has to read between the lines. That means you’re feeling better, right?

That knowledge puts him in a good mood for the whole morning, a contented smile fixed on his face as his sunny aura makes the people in his perimeter smile too.

Ochaco is the one who greets him first.

“Good morning, Deku! What’s got you in a good mood?” She beams, shouldering her school bag as he joins her outside the dorms.

Izuku greets her with a smile. “Morning Uraraka.”

For some reason, he doesn’t want to explain his feelings whenever it comes to your game of Secrets with him. It feels too personal, something that only you did with him. A selfish part of him wants to keep it that way.

“I had the best sleep in a long while.” He admits, scratching his head. It was a white lie.

His slumber had been dreamless that night, a rare occurrence that—

A thought flies over his head, making him stop short.

Why did he start calling you Starlight?

--

“Your note yesterday was sweet,” You say as you join his table for lunch. “I like your eyes too.”

Tenya drops his sandwich.

Ochaco blinks rapidly.

Shoto looks between the both of you, visibly confused. “Did I miss something?” He asks.

Izuku’s face flares red. “R-Really? U-Um…Thank you…” You cock your head, raising an eyebrow. What’s with everyone today?

Tenya gives him a disapproving stare, which makes him stuff a spoonful of katsudon in his face as the spectacles wearer gestures in the least discreet way possible at Ochaco.

Your brain, which was currently operating at the pace of a decade-old printer, finally catches up to speed.

There was no other way to put it, as you take in the hunger in her eyes and the formation of her blinding grin: Shit.

“What note?!” squeals Ochaco, sounding a little crazed as she grabs both of your hands tightly.

“Where is it? What did it say?” Her hands find your shoulders. “SHOW ME.”

You might as well stamp the word isomic on your head because you had the eyebags of a racoon. The nap in Katsuki’s room might have helped, but that isn’t going to make up for countless sleepless nights dating back to weeks ago. With that little sleep to rely on, it isn’t exactly easy to shake Ochaco off you.

“Uraraka, I think you’re killing her,” Shoto comments idly while he slurps up another spoonful of soba.

“Ochaco, the notes are private,” you insist, gently prying her hands off your shoulder blades. “I’m not gonna show you.”

Accepting Izuku’s grateful smile, you sit down with them and ignore Ochaco’s pout. Izuku’s sparkling green eyes drop down to your tray, and almost immediately, his smile turns upside down. “That’s all you’re having? I thought you’d be starving after class.”

“Not hungry,” You grouch, taking a bite from an apple. “I’m going to the gym to exercise anyway. I’ll vomit if I have a whole meal.”

“Still, that’s not enough!” Izuku protests, scooting closer to you. He pushes his bowl in your direction. “Share with me. You need the energy.”

“Consider this payback from me sharing my meal with you on Sunday,” You sigh, taking a scoop of his rice and putting it in your mouth. “We’re even now.”

“Stop counting,” scolds Izuku, completely unaware of the three onlookers staring at the both of them. “We’re still on for the study session tomorrow, right? I need to get my History notes done before our test, but I have 3 hours of training with All Might and Kacchan—”

“Yes, we’re still on,” You interrupt, nudging him to get him to stop prattling. “Now you eat some too, it’s your food, Zuku!”

“You need to sleep more too,” Izuku rambles on, descending into another round of worried mutterings, “I can’t stand to see you not taking care of yourself—mph!”

You shove the spoon in his mouth while staring at him triumphantly. Looking beyond pleased at yourself for shutting him up, you gaze accusingly at him. “Pot, meet kettle! If sleep at 11, you’ll sleep at 1!”

Izuku rips the spoon out of his mouth, arms flailing in wild gestures. “And if I sleep at 1, you won’t sleep at all!”

“I feel like I’m in the way of something.” Shoto stares down at his soba, and takes another spoonful of it. “Should we leave?”

“You can leave, I want to stay,” Ochaco says dismissively, eyes fixated on the two. Their argument had been traded off for a conversation topic about meet-up plans, so they had obviously missed something. “They were definitely closer than last year. It’s a shame that…well…you know,” The 3 of them share a look.

Biting the bullet, Tenya voices it softly. “That he’s going to forget?”

The trio’s gaze shifts back to the pair.

“She’ll get through it, though. She did last year.” Shoto pipes up.

Ochaco doesn’t know if you notice, but even though she knows that you’re hurting inside, that you’re counting down the days until the 15th like someone counting down the days left to live, your face doesn’t show a trace of that pain.

Your smile is genuine, your laughs are heartfelt and contagious. Whenever you’re with Izuku, your face lights up like a Christmas Tree, contentment and happiness surging into all of your expressions.

Ochaco’s heart swells with sympathy as she nods her head in agreement.

“She will.”

--

1 Year ago

“Tell the class?” Your eyebrows furrowed. “But—”

“Starlight, hear me out.” Katsuki powered through. “Deku’s birthday is coming up again and there’s going to be no other way to explain why he would wake up one morning and not remember you. You’ve already decided that you don’t want him to know, right? One of the idiots is going to slip up or ask him about you and you know it.”

Swallowing back your words of denial, you forced yourself not to wince. He had a point, after all.

“I-” Katsuki placed a hand on your shoulder, features softening. “I can get Kirishima to round up everyone so that we can tell them. I’ll be there to help and everything. Ask Uraraka to get the nerd squad away from the living room so we can talk freely. If you want to pretend like everything’s fine, we need to make sure that everyone is in on it.”

Silence enveloped the two of you for a few seconds as crimson eyes stared at you intensely.

“I’ll tell the teachers for safe measure,” You agreed, fingers wrung and twisted around each other. “We don’t have to tell them about Zuku’s birthday, right? Just the quirk?”

Katsuki nodded, rubbing your back. “I’ll get Kirishima to gather everyone up tomorrow evening. The sooner we meet up, the sooner we get it over with.”

--

Present

“You know, I’ve been thinking,” Izuku says suddenly on your way back to the dorms. The sun was setting, the orange sky lighting your way back. “I started calling you Starlight because you reminded me of One For All.”

Oh? This was new.

Eyebrows knitted together, you prompt him to continue. “You’ve always been so warm and bright. And then the nickname Starlight came to mind instantly, and I don’t know. It just felt right.” He smiles at you. “It really suits you!”

You smile back at him, nudging him. “Thanks, Zuku.”

“What about me?” He asks curiously. “How’d you start calling me Zuku?”

“Mnn…” You look up thoughtfully, trying to find middle ground. You don’t want to lie to the One For All wielder, but you also can’t tell him the truth.

A memory consumes you, one you look back on it fondly. Your nicknames for each other are one of the things that never changed.

--

11 years ago

It was that park again. The one with All Might-themed colours that symbolised the hero’s growing popularity.

It was getting late, evening drawing near. Your mothers were on the way back from their meet-up spot in the cafe, and a five-year-old Katsuki had been tasked to take care of the three of you.

Izuku had fallen inside the sandbox where Katsuki was building a gigantic sandcastle to prove he could make better sandcastles than both of you combined when you had posted the question.

“Izuku, why do you call him Kacchan?”

Before Izuku could respond, Katsuki interrupted with his signature loud voice. “Because Deku’s a stupid loser that can’t speak properly,” He said almost braggingly, sneering like a viper who’d caught its prey. You frowned at him, helping Izuku up, “That’s mean, Kacchan,”

“Why are you calling me that now?!”

“Because it’s cute! I like it,” You smiled gleefully. Katsuki snarled again, but he doesn’t protest.

“Sorry, I knocked down our sandcastle.” Izuku stared at the lump of sand, half of the castle intact, and the other half destroyed.

“It’s fine,” You assured him, a frown etching on your face. “But I don’t wanna call you Deku.”

A light bulb lit up in your brain, and it made you clap your hands together. “I’ll call you Zuku!” You announced, pleased with yourself. “It’s shorter, and it’s nice! Unlike someone.” You glared pointedly at Katsuki, who simply threw you a writhing scowl as he stood up and dusted his hands. “I won!” He smiled proudly, admiring his work. “Take that, nerds!”

“Kacchan’s amazing.” Izuku agreed, before he makes eye contact with you. “I like the nickname. Thanks, uh…” He glanced around, eyes flickering from item to item. None of them felt right-there aren’t a lot of awe-inspiring nicknames in a playground-until he finally stared back at you.

The sun was setting and the stars had come out earlier than usual. “Starlight!” He blurted, pointing out to the shining dots in the sky. It was the biggest one he could see, and it made him grin broadly. “How’s Starlight as a nickname? Do you like it?”

Giggling happily, you nodded your head vigorously and take Izuku’s hand. “I like it a lot! Thanks, Zuku!”

Katsuki stepped out of the sandbox and brushed the sand off his shorts, scowl taking up most of his face, “You guys are lame!” He shouted, eyes narrowing on Izuku. He pointed an accusatory finger at Izuku, who tilted his head in response. “How’d you even come up with that, anyway?”

“I mean, I think Kacchan and Y/n are amazing! Kacchan’s good at everything and Starlight is both street and book-smart, so everyone finds both of you super cool! Kacchan reminds me of the Sun and Starlight reminds me of the stars! I mean, look at you two!” He explained enthusiastically, waving his hands at the both of you. “You both shine!”

Katsuki blinked rapidly, while you process his words in silence.

“Hah?!” Katsuki exploded. “You think I’m like the Sun? Are you saying I’m hot-headed or scalding or—”

“IT WAS A COMPLIMENT, KACCHAN!” You hollered, defending Izuku. “Take it!”

Kacchan was like the Sun, someone that made his presence known and a blazing force to be reckoned with. Izuku looked up to him in more ways than one.

You were like the stars. You didn’t think you were as amazing as people, so you always turned a blind eye to everyone who’d said so. After all, when you were living near to Katsuki, it would always be him who was the talk of the town.

Still, Izuku doesn’t think you know how capable or awesome you are. He doesn’t think you realise that, while Kacchan might be too blinding for some people to look at, you are just as beautiful, and easy to look at, as the countless stars in the sky.

--

Present

“Starlight?”

Izuku shakes you a little, making you snap out of it just in time to see a lamp post mere inches away from your face. Quickly, he pulls you away just in time, worry prominent on his face. “Are you okay? What happened?”

You shake your head and laugh sheepishly. “Sorry, spaced out for a second. Your question brought back memories.”

“Uh…O-kay…?” He raises an eyebrow as a prompt before he repeats, “Why do you call me Zuku?”

Are those-are those tears in your eyes? He blinks again, and finds them gone.

Weird.

Instead of answering, though, you press a finger to your lips and smile mysteriously.

“It’s a secret.”

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I don’t like Kacchan calling you Shortie. Kacchan’s amazing and all, but he shouldn’t make fun of your height. P.s. I like the nickname Zuku, too! You don’t have to tell me why you started calling me that, I’m just glad you do. I can’t imagine you calling me anything else.

You find the Post-it note staring back at you on the washing machine. Somehow, Izuku timed it such that when he stepped out of the laundry room, you would be the first one who walked in. Huffing, you stuff the note into your pocket and pull out your unwashed clothes, stuffing them swiftly into the machine.

You don’t want to tell Izuku that the whole reason why Katsuki had started calling you Shortie was to make sure he never figured out that you were his childhood friend. You didn’t want to tell him why you called him Zuku because you didn’t want to lie to him.

You don’t have to imagine yourself calling him otherwise because, in less than 2 weeks, you’ll be back to calling him Midoriya, for the 7th time to match his 7th cycle. It’s not going to hurt physically, but mentally it threatens to break you because, once upon a time, you never thought you had to act like a stranger to the person you love the most.

[popponn]

hehe popon !!! i'm like trying my best to keep my eyes open bc i am v tired 😞 so i am apologising in advance if there are any grammatical mistakes in this chunk of text 🤞🏻😸 but hi lovely:

WISHING U A HAPPY BIRTHDAY, POPON !!!! i not sure whether it's like ur birth date where u live yet, but it is for me, so i hope this mssg is on time ! but happy birthday to one of the cutest, cleverest and sweetest yoichi kissers in the world 🫶🏻😽 isagi loves u sm and giggles and kicks his legs when u post him on ur blog (real. bro told me and i was "damn yoichi 🤨")

on my friends' birthdays, i usually write a letter and give them my thanks for a number of things. and i think the number one thing i wanna say "thank u" to u for is definitely our interactions <3 u have always been friendly to everyone who interacts w u, including me, and i reckon i'm rly lucky to met u this year !!! u're a kind soul w a lot of love to give, and i think that's why we all love u sm !!! and i'm super thankful for all the times u've visited my inbox/mssges 🫶🏻🫶🏻 it makes me happy hehe

i must also mention that i am so thankful that i was able to find "coincidences and flickers" one fateful day,, like that series has the potential to forever change me as a person and even make me become a temporary isagi kisser (never forgetting who i am 😤) <33 it was that series that helped me find ur blog and realise the insane amount of talent u have for writing !! my favourite writers on this platform often changes (sometimes it's a, or sometimes it's b), but i think u have a fixed position up there <3 i truly adore u and the way u write, so thank u for all the works u post 🫂 it's such an honour to be mutuals w a v skilled writer

i also wanna thank u for all the reblogs u make on everyone's works <3 when u reblog my fics w a bunch of tags, it truly makes me feel like that the effort i have put in didn't go to waste bc there was someone who appreciated what i wrote. also like,, the quality of my writing often fluctuates (😞💔), but u reblog them anyways, and i will ALWAYS thank u for that !! i love uuu (⁠づ⁠￣⁠ ⁠³⁠￣⁠)⁠づ🫂💞

oh, and, thank u for constantly feeding my reo delusions 😸😸 not sure if i'd love him the same without u telling me that reo loves me too lol 😽🧎🏻‍♀️

i do hope that everything will treat u nicely today !!! and every other day bc u deserve it <33 eat cake, laugh w friends and mb be silly for a little while—u're not a grandma yet, so have fun being in ur twenties, popon !!!!

love u always 🫶🏻☹️

(i hope u like words bc this was a bit of a read lmao)

SAKI IM SOBBINGGG???????? WHATT????? D: JESUS I WILL BE WORDY TOO!! HOW DARE U MAKE ME ALL SOFTTTT thank u so much for typing all this despite being very tired omg ;;;; im gonna bawl mom im so glad i meet saki the sweetest adgudk (also...my grammar is also a mess i hope this shall be forgiven as i am sincere ( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈♡))

it already is!! :">> thank u for remembering it bae :""" and omg yoichi did all that? i get even more in love :(( pls tell yoichi i also kick and giggle when he breathes :(( AND HEY YOU ARE OVERPRAISING ME WHAT IF MY HEAD GET BIG [ahjussi voice]

saki :(((( im also very thankful i get to meet you this year ue ue ue ;;; i never thought i will ever talk to you (or anyone here at all tbh sksk) like i was very shy and hesitate a lot, but then you are there?? being so sweet friendly and welcoming ;;; like you are one of the reasons i'm here and i mean it??? like you are one of the person who gave me courage to be more friendly here too hehe <3 im so glad i meet someone as kind you saki <3

im gonna start blushing and bawling fr now. IM SO GLAD I MAKE THAT SERIESS ;;;;; (CHAPTER WILL COME SOON TRUST!!) hdfkdj idk what to say here before sounding like a madman so uh ;;;; pls know that i was so happy too when u commented and reblogged so positively ;;;;;;; ghjk saki your praises i think i read them over and over girly u r too sweet for me sometimes ;;;;;; ♡( ˘ ³˘)♥︎

okay channeling my coolness energy a bit, saki 🫵i like your writing GENUINELY!!! okay! so im glad you like the madman ramblings in the tags :>> and come on buddy fic writer to fic writer, it would be impossible to like everything we write SKSKSK remember that one time i immediately lose it after posting that rin studying fic. sigh. stupid ass me. BUT YOU AND EVERYONE WERE THERE AND IT SERVED ITS PURPOSE HOHOHO SO I TOO FEEL IT WASNT A WASTE HEHEHEHE

and i will keep feeding ur delusion get ready (❀❛ ֊ ❛„)♡ also quick mention real quick your cats are cool sunglasses or not

THANK YOU FOR THE WISHES SAKIII!!! omg :((( thank you so much for?? writing all these gosh uhuhuu i will reread this over and over again a lot of times today hehe (no matter how busy and hard it is to open tumblr today!!!) this make my day so much ;;;;;; uhuhuhu and aw <3 i will!!! i wanna make a grandma joke again but for today i will spare saki uwu

i love you always too!!!! 🫶🏻😤

[khytal]

hi I was busy all day today so I didn’t get to put this out sooner but I wanted to say thank you to everyone here :0

I haven’t been involved in a large fanbase here since p5 so I was a little nervous when I finally took the plunge after 7-8 years and played aa

but 2022 was a great year for me in terms of art and it was nice to be part of an online community again. tumblr’s always been the place I feel most comfortable so I’m happy that I can be more active (and to long-time followers, it’s. still wild to me that you’ve watched me make mistakes and grow from them. I hope I’m a better person. I think I am. I’m still very young x) )

shoutout to everyone who’s ever left something nice in the tags; they’re fun to read and I appreciate every single garbled keysmash :] I draw primarily for myself but I’m always honored when my work touches/inspires other people! it says a lot about how far I’ve come as an artist and I look forward to seeing what I create this year :D

also I’m really happy that I was able to carve out a little corner in the aa fanbase. I know I tend to be chaotic (especially here. twitter doesn’t know about the kazuma chest incident) but I hope my blog feels like a safe zone. take a break. be a little silly. it’s ok :)

(also really sorry if I didn’t respond to some asks or comments, I got anxious about how long I waited to reply and then fhhgsjfhd. h. sometimes mobile doesn’t let me @ someone and then I forget to respond later when I have my laptop. I’ll try to be better but I have a feeling this year might be a little rough with personal life stuff ú-ù)

anyway here’s to 2023 and another year of aaposting! I have au’s to flesh out I’ve got plenty of ideas left in me >:)

[he1chouarts]

You are amazing and so is your art. Long live Commander Handsome and his twunk boyfriend. Yup, I called Levi a twunk.

Ps.: I hope the anonhater get railed by a fucking train.

Oh my goodness, you are very sweet, thank you!! Mostly in cases like this I just hope whatever horrible aspect of anon’s life that compels them to be so awful and miserable toward others is changed for the better. For everyone’s sake.

It’s regrettable that this is happening to anyone, but I’m at least lucky that it’s predominately hate in my Google form, which has remained mostly dormant for the past couple months anyway. Thankfully, it seems tumblr peeps are a lot gentler and more subdued, in that they don’t feel the need to…stalk people and anonymously call them horrific slurs? Crazy, I know!

Actually, I have a few eruri friends who are getting it a lot worse than I am, or have ever, really. Authors posting new fics to the ao3 tag are being barraged with ugly ranting comments often laced with misogynistic slurs, ageism, and more. These comments are typically quietly deleted as authors try desperately to moderate their own spaces and experiences, so you won’t necessarily see them, but it’s definitely been going around. I would maybe gently encourage anyone reading this to drop an ask of support into the inbox of your favorite fic authors or fan artists. Perhaps revisit an old favorite fic and leave a kind comment, just something to let them know they’re appreciated. It’s not like we’re out here changing the world with our silly flights of fancy, but a constant wave of hate, however misplaced and bizarre, can still chip away at even tough exteriors.

Sorry to make this lengthy, anon. I’m super grateful for your kindness and will do what I can to pass it along today! (*^ω^*)

[eviesaurusrex]

Harry Styles x fem!reader

Faceclaim: Dakota Johnson

author’s note: And here comes pt. 3 but you can read it without reading pt. 1 & 2 (but you should because they’re there and begging for your attention). Idk how we got from “Not gonna upload a social media blurb bc my brain is stupid” to “Oh, here is pt. 3 of the social media blurb lol have fun”. I just don’t know but I'm vibing with it. And I'm sorry that those blurbs are always so long but I always get carried away while making them. lolthisnotme is your super secret instagram account! (yes, I was too impatient to wait any longer before putting this one out in the open)

pt. 4 is here

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yourinstagram Thursday Throwback (it’s Thursday, right? Right?!) to March 15 of this year, when the hard and dedicated work of the most important human in my life was finally appreciated by the industry and rewarded for everyone to see. Still, I am so incredibly proud of the achievement of your dream, and I can’t express how grateful I am to walk next to you through the funny thing that we call life. I love you with every atom of my being, H. To more dust collectors for our bookshelves and dining table ❤️

[tagged harrystyles]

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gemmachan The evening was magical ❤️

↳ sophieturner It totally was!

jefezoff It still feels like a dream

↳ mitchrowland It does, right? Where is the trophy standing currently with all the renovations you two started anyway?

↳ yourinstagram It’s now in the kitchen 😂 I may have put a cookie in it by accident 👉🏻👈🏻

↳ pillowpersonpp 😂😂😂

↳ gemmastyles “by accident” *wink wink wink*

↳ hsfan1 Their dynamics 😩❤️

harrystyles In comparison to you, the award is nothing, my darling love. You are my dream come true - you and our little bean. I love you two with everything I have x H.

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↳ yourfan1 Get yourself a man like Harry Styles.

↳ yourinstagram I told you to quit making me cry! You know I can’t stop for the next 30 minutes, and we wanted to go to Starbucks because they have the new banana split thingy, and I’m craving banana. And now we can’t go because I’m an ugly, swollen, and red mess 😭

↳ harrystyles You are a goddess, darling. I’m constantly in utter awe.

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↳ yourinstagram H 🥺❤️

↳ hsfan2 your honor, that’s why I’m gonna die alone and with a bunch of cats.

↳ hsfan3 Alexa, where do I find a man as perfect as Harry Styles?

↳ ynandharry Alexa, play Forever Alone by Smash Into Pieces

↳ yourfan2 Anne Twist raised the perfect man and let my standards in men skyrocket.

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chrisevans Could you please stop spreading so much joy and happiness? Think of all the single people who are following you! Like me! 🥲 (Just kiddin’, bee. You know that, I know, but I have to put a disclaimer under that before someone is coming for you - or me.)

↳ marvelbunch I’m still single, Mr Evans, sir 👉🏻👈🏻

↳ yourinstagram You are aware of the fact that Lizzy is still single? *wink wink*

↳ lizolsen You are aware of the fact that I can read?

↳ yourinstagram …ooops.

↳ yourfan3 😂😂😂

↳ chrisevans Oh lord. Harry, take her phone away, now!

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harrystyles Tending to my crying girl because the barista told her that the Banana Split beverage is launching tomorrow (not today), and the stuff is still deep frozen. Got her usual favorites instead, hoping she would stop crying. Does anyone have some tricks up their sleeves I can learn? I hate to see her cry.

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yourinstagram Love, did you mix something up?

↳ harrystyles … oh.

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↳ yourinstagram Oh, love 😂❤️ Thanks for distracting me from the banana incident 😘

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↳ hsfan1 I don’t think he wanted to post it here 😂

↳ hsfan2 wait, does this mean Harry owns another account????

↳ yourfan1 Who doesn’t nowadays?

paulrudd Getting her usual favorites was the right call, man! Do you tend to her cravings?

↳ harrystyles I do! Do I? yourinstagram

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↳ yourinstagram He does a perfect job with that ❤️

↳ paulrudd Well, then you’re good to go. Pregnancy hormones are just a nasty piece of 💩

↳ yourinstagram No shit, Sherlock. He had to deal with my uncontrollable sobs over a freaking decafed Banana Split Frappuccino - more like over its non-existence until tomorrow morning.

hsfan3 Harry is already the perfect boyfriend and soon-to-be dad, he will be the perfect husband and the perfect dad 🥹

chrishemsworth Do whatever she wants or needs, and everything is good

↳ marvelbunch Chris knows what he is talking about! Just like Paul. Harry is in good hands 🙏🏽

jefezoff He only is allowed to use the gram while being under adult advisory from now on.

↳ yourinstagram Guess, that’s my duty calling

↳ jefezoff Ha, good one.

↳ yourinstagram 😦😦😦

↳ yourinstagram the betrayal. The audacity.

↳ jefezoff Whatever.

↳ ynandharry Jeff is like the dad of the group, and he is already so done with it 😂

yourinstagram Ever since taking that pregnancy test - well, more like before that fateful evening - Dorothy is even more clingy than usual. Animals must have a sixth sense; that’s the only explanation I can come up with. But I don’t mind because I am, too, more clingy than I already was before all of these hormones went havoc inside my system. And with Harry back at home, we manage just fine. Lots of cuddly nights in with our favorite movies and my favorite purring friend right on top of me because I seemingly need protection from a cat who hates being outside in the garden.

What I wanted to say (before starting to ramble): It is okay to be different than before. It is okay to be more or less intense, more or less touchy, more or less happy or sad. That’s all part of the process, and don’t ever let anyone tell you that your feelings and cravings are wrong or invalid (especially from men). They can just go to hell. Thanks for coming to my couch talk.

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gemmachan 🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼

pillowpersonpp amen to that (and you look stunning, bestie)

↳ mitchrowland +1 because it’s the truth

annetwist Perfectly said, sweetheart ❤️

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lizolsen 💯

yourfan1 It’s so true! The goddess has spoken!

yourfan2 every man who dares to judge a pregnant human can go to hell.

↳ ynandharry there is a special place down there for such individuals.

hazfan Dot is such a mood

sophieturner that’s my girl ❤️ and pregnancy suits you very well, love

pillowpersonpp H is probably relieved to not feel like the clingy part in the relationship anymore 👀

↳ yourinstagram Believe me, he is even more so than Dot - but I’m the Queen of clinginess from now on.

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↳ harrystyles I love your clinginess, darling x H.

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whoisharry Look. At. Her. God damn it. She is perfection. A radiant goddess who carries my baby, and I still don’t know how it’s universally possible for one human to be this lucky in life or if I deserve it to begin with.

I love you, sunflower. I love you, little bean.

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mitchrowland You deserve every single minute and every single ounce of it, my friend. Always knew you two would be each other’s endgame (but without the dusting before that and the unnecessary goodbyes) ❤️

gemmastyles Like Mitch already said you deserve it, Haz. You deserve every good thing fate has in store for you. The little bean is just the beginning. I can feel it ❤️

niallhoran Harold Harold Harold. Do I need to call your loving girl to tell her to straighten your head?

↳ whoisharry Please don’t. She just fell asleep after a hard time with the damn food 😞

↳ annetwist That is entirely normal, love. Don’t worry too much. Do you still have the tea I sent you?

↳ whoisharry Yeah. She drinks it every morning because it’s the only thing she can stand after the morning sickness (and the night sickness… and the day sickness)

↳ annetwist It will get better within the next weeks ❤️

↳ niallhoran She is a tough peanut, man. She will push through this as she pushed through your shyness to take the first step and say Hello

↳ whoisharry Haha 🙄

lolthisnotme I just woke up, saw this, and now I'm lying in bed, you are peacefully sleeping next to me, and I'm full-on sobbing. I'm gonna kiss you awake to tell you how much I adore you.

lolthisnotme I think I found my preferred lunch for today 🤤

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imsebastianstan Are you holding the pizza, or is the pizza holding you?

↳ lolthisnotme Depends on who you ask 🤓

↳ imsebastianstan So the pizza is holding you, gotcha.

gemmachan Mind if we share?

↳ lolthisnotme Nope. That’s mine. Find your own.

↳ gemmachan Mean.

↳ whoisharry It’s food. Don’t talk to her if you try to steal her food

↳ lolthisnotme Harry is a fast learner 😊

↳ gemmachan I sense a violent story behind that

↳ lolthisnotme 🙂🙂🙂

gemmastyles The toilet will be your best friend after that pizza, remember that.

↳ lolthisnotme I don’t care (I do, but I’m so hungry, heeeeeelp).

↳ whoisharry We could get you a nice sandwich on our way home? With tomato and lettuce and some good cheese ❤️

↳ lolthisnotme And a decafed Banana Split Frappuccino?? 🥹🤩

↳ whoisharry And a decafed Banana Split Frappuccino if that’s what you want ❤️

↳ lolthisnotme Okay, I don’t want the pizza. Pizza is disgusting. I want sandwich. Can I marry you?

↳ gemmastyles 🥹🥹🥹 My one true paring

↳ mitchrowland Don’t mind us over here. We’re screaming (and I volunteer for best man - Sarah wants to be bridesmaid, thaaaaanks we love youuuuu)

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I hope you enjoyed pt. 3! Comments, reblogs, and likes are much appreciated <3

[greyeyedmonster-18]

Dr Grey, I was in the middle of a very long morning, after a sleepless night (where I literally spent three hours just staring at my ceiling, trying to fall asleep again on the one day this week I could actually get up late) and chugging down my third cup of coffee when I stumbled upon your Raising Harry WIP. Sorry about the complaining earlier, but I felt it was necessary to highlight just how much that post made my day!!! It made me smile, my morning was suddenly brighter, and I had something to look forward to for my next break (which was going back and rereading it) THANK YOU - it was beautiful! The tentative interactions so far between Sirius and Harry, Sirius trying so so hard to rebuild himself piece by piece… all of it was so gorgeous!

anonnnnn. this is very very kind of you to say (though i am very sorry about the lack of sleep and the day job and the coffee chugging. i feel this on a spiritual level)

thank you for the love on my little raising harry, never to be posted full fic! i truly truly appreciate it (and everyone else who has passed along kind words in the reblogs/tags). there's something about this particular story that doesn't feel cohesive to me, and i am hoping that in time, I'll figure out whats missing and be able to yeet it out to all of you!

but in the mean time....i can give you the other part of this little story that i enjoy:

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The intention of the outing wasn’t to annoy Harry, but as it was, as the day went on, Harry’s normally very pleasant disposition was turning sour. In a way, it was a relief. Sirius had been reading enough about parenthood through muggle books and memoirs and knew the teenage years were tumultuous, but from what Sirius had seen…it had been quiet, painless.

Harry was easy to please.

Harry wanted to please Sirius.

Harry just wanted the peace to be kept, and the quiet to be there, and while it was pleasant, enjoyable, Sirius knew it always wasn’t entirely authentic. He had expected at least a little bit of pushback when Sirius had asked Harry if he wanted to go into Diagon Alley that day.

“Shopping? For what?”

“I got the book list early from Rem--Professor Lupin, and thought it wouldn’t hurt to get them today. Maybe throw in some new robes as well? Shoes?”

“Clothes shopping?” Harry asked, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand quickly.

“I certainly need some, my uncle had…a much louder view of clothing than I do,” Sirius commented, looking down at the burgundy striped trousers he had taken from his Uncles wardrobe that morning, “And you, by the looks of it. Unless of course you fancy wearing Fuschia robes to your next party?”

Harry made a face briefly, “Not…really.”

“We can go to the Quidditch Supply shop too if you’d like. See what’s out for that broom of yours?” Sirius asked, as he studied Harry carefully, wondering if this moment was going to be the first time Harry vehemently disagreed with something Sirius suggested. It was obvious, to Sirius anyway, that Harry had no interest in shopping in the slightest, even if Sirius had been biding his time until he could shower his godson with new clothes. Proper clothes. T-shirts that weren’t so faded without holes and jeans that wouldn’t be falling off Harry’s hips even while belted. A jacket that would actually keep him warm, instead of Harry relying on school cloaks. Sirius had been appalled when he had asked Harry if he needed help unpacking, there’s room in the coat closet if you don’t want to put your winter things in your room, only to find out Harry merely had a hooded jacket and his school cloak. 

“Alright,” Harry shrugged and tucked into his breakfast again.

But as the outing dragged on, and the bags in Sirius’s hands multiplied, he could tell that Harry was growing weary. 

Harry dragged his feet, no longer amazed at being in Diagon Alley, and falling behind Sirius’s steps. 

Harry kicked at cobblestones and started to ignore Sirius’s questions when they went into shops. Harry would stand back with his hands in his pockets, not saying much of anything. 

Parenting books didn’t mention how you were supposed to navigate this. Parenting books only gave you half the picture and nowhere in them described how to encourage your godson to throw a tantrum and disagree with you without having him throw too big of a tantrum that resulted in screaming in a public space and damaging an entire relationship that was still being haphazardly pushed together, like belongings in a moving box. 

“Do you want to go to Quality Quidditch Supplies?” Sirius asked, “Or wait until the last stop?”

“Dunno.”

Parenting books also left out the script you were supposed to use when your child responded with I don’t know.

“It’s no trouble--”

“I don’t know,” Harry mumbled again, his head looking down at his feet as they walked, “Doesn’t matter…”

“I--”

“I don’t care, whatever you want.”

“I’m not the one who has a firebolt, so--”

“So we don’t have to go, it’s okay, it’s whatever,” Harry said and Sirius watched as his godson appeared to stop himself from a footstamp for emphasis, before thinking better. Sirius’s mouth twisted into a barely hidden smile, thinking about Lily who up until the day she died would stamp her foot when she wasn’t getting her way. During arguments went James, once in the hallway with Sirius when he told her he wasn’t going to a party thrown by their old Potions professor. Nostalgia, aside, however, Sirius wasn’t sure what to do, trying to keep moving to not disrupt the crowds but having trouble making any sort of decision while doing so.

He stopped, and took a breath.

Harry stopped too.

“...Ice cream?” Sirius asked.

“What?”

“Let’s go get ice cream instead.”

Harry squinted up at Sirius bringing a hand up to block the sun, “I thought--”

“Yeah, well…I think I’d rather have ice cream. What say you?” 

Like poking a needle into a balloon and watching it slowly deflate, Sirius saw Harry visibly loose the pent up anger and annoyance at the mention of ice cream. His shoulders relaxing, hands were taken out of his pockets, a half-smile even. 

“Yeah. I…Yeah.” 

The crowds of people simply moved around two statues standing still in the walkway, and Sirius simply changed the script. Quidditch shops would be there, so would the opportunity to buy Harry new shoes, and Sirius hope there would be time left yet for Harry to have a proper teenage meltdown over something trivial. It wasn’t that day, though, Florean Flortesques’s the opposite direction, and towards the entrance where Sirius had left his car in a muggle car park. It was summer, the heat only getting worse throughout the afternoon and the shop was busy, but they managed to find a spot to sit outside, Sirius waving his wand to cast a cooling charm around them, and pulling his sunglasses back over his eyes. Harry noticed, and hesitated to sit down, looking back at the busy shop. 

“We can sit inside,” Harry said, “I think there was a table…”

“With all the chocolate spilled on it?” Sirius asked, “And that child with her sticky hands, no thanks.”

“You don’t know she had sticky hands,” Harry giggled a little, taking a spoonful of his chocolate ice cream putting it into his mouth. Sirius had asked if Harry wanted one of their other flavors, wanted toppings, or even sprinkles, but Harry just shook his head. Just chocolate. 

“I could just tell. Kids always have sticky hands…”

“Did they have a lot of kids in Azkaban?” Harry asked, and Sirius immediately laughed, caught off guard by the quick-snark and the boldness of the statement, Harry ducking down to hide a smile behind another bite of ice cream. People around them turned at the loud, bright laughter, Sirius realizing it had been some time since he had laughed that hard. 

“Fair enough, cheeky…” Sirius took a bite of his own ice cream--lemon-- noticing how the smile hadn’t left Harry’s face yet. Noticing how relaxed Harry looked for the first time all summer, more relaxed eating ice cream than he was in their tiny kitchen. 

“I just mean I know…you have a hard time in sunlight, and it’s not like you wanted ice cream…you just thought I would…and--”

“I love ice cream, Harry. Actually, I don’t think I ate enough of it when I was your age or older. Professor Lupin always had to have a carton in the house though, we had a magical cupboard and--” Sirius stopped himself before he got carried away. Before thoughts of Remus and their beat up tiny flat from another lifetime ago crept too far into the forefront of his mind and he was unable to wish anything else for himself. Calling him Professor Lupin only did so much to distance himself from memories that Sirius used when dementors rolled around. He could forget about the cold ground and the aches in  his body if he just thought of Sunday mornings and kisses over cups of coffee, a record playing and sun streaming in through second-hand curtains they had found in a bin at a yard sale. 

“You had a cupboard in the dorm?” Harry asked.

Sirius laughed awkwardly, running a hand over the back of his hair quickly, “No, uhm…I meant when he came to visit…when I lived with your Dad. We…always made sure we had ice cream in the cool cupboard.”

“Oh,” Harry nodded, taking Sirius’s fumbled explanation at face value.

“And don’t worry about me and the outside…it’s good for me, and I know you like being outside…don’t you?”

“Yeah but inside is fine too if you--”

“Remember what I said when I asked about your bedroom? And if you wanted to change anything?” he asked, “Same with the Vegetable Catastrophe of Last Week? You’re allowed to have…preferences, and opinions, even. I’m not going to be cross at you for telling me how you feel. Ever. Even if its rude or…you’re not happy with someone or you’re really angry because beets are a terrible vegetable….I’d much rather know how you’re feeling.”

“Why?”

Sirius stalled, trying to keep his face neutral as he figured out a way to answer the question, knowing he had to do it quick or Harry would back peddle, ice cream apparently being the perfect tool to begin harder conversations, barriers melting in tandem with the treat, “...Why wouldn’t I?”

“...dunno…”

“There is…nothing in the world that I would rather concern myself with than how you are feeling, Harry. I have endless free time and endless money and…everything, but you’re my priority. Do you know that?”

“I guess.”

“You guess, nutter…” Sirius shook his head and Harry laughed a little, putting another spoonful of ice cream into his mouth. 

“...Then…can we go home? After this? Please?”

--

It was later than usual the next day when Sirius finally heard Harry’s bedroom door open, and the light footsteps coming down the hall, his godson emerging wearing a new shirt and a pair of shorts they had bought yesterday. The comforting good morning was exchanged, Sirius standing up and immediately starting to prepare breakfast for Harry. Prepare tea the way Harry took it, a cup of water floating through the air and onto the table first. It wasn’t until they were halfway through, sounds of the waves through the open kitchen window, a bowl of fruit and two plates on the table that Harry looked up at Sirius.

“Sirius?”

“Everything alright?”

Harry nodded, and put down his fork slowly, “I was…wondering if today we could maybe go down to the beach? If you’re not busy.”

Sirius took a breath, trying to do his very best impression of nonchalant as he smiled at Harry, “Sure we can. We…can go after breakfast, if you’d like.”

[jeyramarie]

the princess and the debutant- Florence Pugh x Reader (Bridgerton AU) Part 8

summary: there is nothing better than shouting ‘i love you’ in the middle of an argument... 

wc: 4,782

warnings: angst, kissing, fluff

a/n: oh my my.. sorry for the long wait guys 🥲 i had to study for my final which i took today and i got a perfect score!! 😭but anyway, this is the longest part of the fic (for now) and honestly, this is my favorite part so far. I hope you all enjoy reading it as much as i enjoyed writing it 🥲

lmk if you wanna be tagged, feedback is appreciated and happy reading 🦋

part 1~ part 2~ part 3~ part 4~ part 5~ part 6~ part 7~

The next morning, Lady Johnson awoke in joy hoping to spend the day with her daughter to plan her engagement ball. Which explains why the house was filled with flowers when Y/n walked down the stairs into the parlor. Maids walked around the room, moving flower arrangements in and out of the room.  

“Good morning, my darling!” Lady Johnson exclaimed after seeing the diamond standing by the door. 

“Good morning, mama.” She smiled walking towards her mother. “What is happening here?” 

“The florist was kind enough to bring over a few choices for the ball.” The lady said, running her fingers over the red roses. 

“They all look beautiful, mama.” The diamond smiled as she looked around. “May I be excused? I have to speak to Ella and I believe she’s in the kitchen at the moment.” 

“Oh, yes, darling.” 

Y/n turned and walked towards the stairs that led down to the kitchen. She arrived at the crowded room and stopped before looking around for the girl who was responsible for saving her relationship with the Princess. 

“Do you need something, my Lady?” Angelo, the cook, asked as he saw the diamond standing in the kitchen looking around. 

“Is Ella around?” 

“No, my Lady. We haven’t seen her all morning.” He shook his head.

“Alright, thank you.” Y/n nodded. “If any of you do see her, can you let her know that I’m searching for her? I wish to talk to her.” 

Everyone nodded their heads and slowly returned to their work as the diamond muttered a quick ‘thank you’ before going back up the stairs. Her head was all over the place. It would drift to the letter, to Charles, to the ball, to Florence. Y/n was beginning to feel anxious and it got a bit more intense when she walked into the flower filled parlor. 

It made her think about Florence’s possible reaction to the engagement. Maybe the blonde would never want to see her again or hear from her again. All those beautiful moments together would become nothing but a memory. 

“Y/n?” Lady Johnson spoke, breaking her daughter out of her trance. “Darling… is everything alright?” 

“My apologies, mama. I was just thinking about all of this.” Y/n replied with a nervous laughter. 

“Alright well, white or yellow tulips?” The woman asked, turning to face the flowers. 

“Yellow.” The diamond replied with a small smile as her mother nodded. Lady Johnson later called for another maid to display the napkins and wine glasses on the dining table.  

They moved out of the parlor and into the dining room to see different colored napkins accompanied by silver and gold cutlery. They were laid next to fine china with different patterns and colors. Lady Johnson and Miss Y/n walked around the table, staring at every item. The diamond became a bit excited for the ball but it was only because she imagined it to be her engagement with Florence. 

She daydreamed of the moment the blonde would propose and what ring she would have used to pop the question. Y/n pictured the proposal in the greenhouse, during sunset, just the two of them with no worry in the world. Sadly, that wasn’t the case. She was about to marry a man who she has never liked and only wants her for her money. 

“Darling, which one will it be?” Lady Johnson asked, breaking her daughter out of her trance. She was about to answer when Ella came rushing into the room, out of breath. 

“My apologies, my Lady.” She said as she curtsy. 

“I really like the green and gold one, mama.” Y/n replied to her mother before turning to the maid. “I have to speak to Ella for a moment, excuse me.” 

Ella walked out to the hall as the diamond followed close behind. Luckily, the halls were empty at the moment which made it safe to speak about the letter. 

“Where have you been all morning?” The diamond whispered. 

“I was following the mailman, my Lady.” Ella lied as she gave Y/n a pretend worried eyes. “He had forgotten your letter and I wanted to make sure he had it.” 

“Of course.” Y/n muttered and took a deep breath. “Thank you for your help, Ella.” 

“It’s no problem, my Lady.” The maid curtsy before walking down the hall to the kitchen stairs. Her face sported a wide devilish smirk as she remembered how accomplished she felt when she took the letter to Charles, the man she loved. 

The diamond returned to her mother in the dining room to see the maids clearing out the table, leaving the sage green napkins with the golden cutlery and the white and gold plates. Lady Johnson ordered for the wine glasses to be brought out so they could continue with the rest of the decoration. 

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The next two days went by slowly. Y/n waited for a response from the Princess but she never got it. It made the diamond believe that the silence was Florence’s reply to all of it. She probably hates me, Y/n thought to herself as she stood in front of the mirror while Ella tightened her corset. The diamond sported a frown as her eyes began to water at the thought of the blonde ignoring her tonight but luckily Miss Maryann was to attend. 

“Is everything alright, my Lady?” Ella questioned, looking at the girl through the mirror. 

“Yes, I’m alright.” Y/n muttered and stared at the maid in the mirror. “Just a bit nervous..” 

“It will be alright.” The maid tried to encourage as she nodded her head with a smile. “Perhaps seeing Lord Deighton will help with the nerves.” 

“Perhaps it might.” The diamond nodded. “Thank you, Ella.” 

“There’s no problem, my Lady.” She smiled and stepped away. “You are all ready, I will inform Lady Johnson downstairs.” 

Y/n nodded as she stared at herself in the mirror until the sound of the door closing made her look away. She turned around and walked over to the window, opening it to let the fresh air inside. Memories came flooding back, from one of the nights Y/n had stayed in the castle. One night where Florence had snuck into her room in the middle of the night and made out with the window wide open as the moonlight shone on them. 

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The second Y/n arrived at the bottom of the steps, Charles stood there with an extended hand. The diamond placed her hand on his and the main doors opened to reveal the Queen and Princess. The world seemed to stop for them as their eyes connected. Everyone else around them curtsy as Y/n stood still, never parting her eyes away from the blonde who was walking towards her. 

“Lord Deighton, Miss Johnson.” The Queen began as she stepped closer to them. “I was delighted to hear about your engagement. Congratulations.” 

“Thank you, Your Majesty.” Charles bowed his head and patted over Y/n’s hand. “We are truly happy for this new moment in our lives… right?” 

The diamond’s eyes drifted to the ground as her anxiety began to grow, little by little. Her mind was clouded with bad outcomes and worry as her hands began to shake. Lord Johnson knew his daughter perfectly well so he placed his hand on her back to break her out of her thoughts. 

“Darling?” He asked sweetly, causing Y/n to look at him with tearful eyes. “Are you alright?” 

“Oh um… yes. Yes.” The diamond nodded and turned to the Queen before she curtsy. “We are truly happy, yes..” 

“I am very delighted to hear that.” She nodded and excused herself, walking towards the ballroom as Florence stared at Y/n for a bit longer. Her green eyes filled with tears and her lips turned to a subtle frown before she followed her aunt, leaving the diamond with growing anxiety. 

“We should move to the other roo-”

“Oh wait!” Y/n shouted, trying to quickly think of an excuse. “I have left my bracelet in my room, I must fetch it. I will be back in a moment, you shall go ahead.” 

She turned around and went up the stairs as Charles walked into the ballroom alone with a smirk, perfectly knowing why the diamond had left so quickly. Maryann stood by the doors, waiting for her friend but was quickly confused when she noticed Lord Deighton walk in by himself. She excused herself from her fiancé and walked towards Charles, tapping his shoulder. 

“Miss Addington, what a pleasure to see you here.” He greeted her, bowing his head. 

“Where is Y/n?” She asked, feeling worried. 

“One of her bracelets was left in her room and she went to fetch it.” 

“Thank you, my Lord.” Maryann curtsy before walking out of the ballroom and up the stairs, in search of her friend. 

The door to her room was slightly open, making Miss Addington push the door slowly. She looked around but found it to be empty. 

“Y/n?” She called out, walking down the hall. 

Suddenly, a loud thump was heard from the library as if something must’ve fallen. Maryann ran towards the room and opened the door to see her best friend crying with shaky hands. One of her hands was laid on her chest and the other behind her neck as she tried to calm herself down. Miss Addington, being the good friend she is, immediately ran towards Y/n, engulfing her in a hug. 

“What is the matter?” 

“She hates me.” The diamond sobbed. “She hates me.” 

“I am sure the Princess does not hate you.” Maryann whispered, immediately understanding who her friend spoke about. 

“She was about to cry, Maryann.” Y/n sniffled parting from her friend. “I saw it in her eyes… sadness. I caused that! And I will never forgive myself for it!” 

“I am sure she is willing to forgive you.” She began but the diamond stood up, pacing back and forth in the room. 

Her breathing became uneasy as she began to hyperventilate. Y/n held her chest, feeling her heart beating fast as her hands continued to shake. This made Maryann nervous, seeing as her friend crumbled and got worse every passing second. 

“Y/n, you have to try and be calm.” She said, holding her arms. “Try and breathe.” 

The diamond could not seem to calm as she got more nervous at the feeling of her heart beating abnormally fast. Anxiety coursed through her as she immediately thought that there was something wrong. Am I dying?, she thought to herself as she saw Maryann running out of the room. 

The girl raced down the stairs but quickly gathered herself before entering the ballroom again. She didn’t want to raise any suspicion so she subtly made her way towards the Princess, curtsying in front of her. 

“Your Majesty, I am so glad you could attend.” Maryann smiled nervously, noticing how the Queen was staring at her. 

“It is a joyous occasion after all.” Florence nodded and looked down at her hands. The Queen turned to the orchestra, giving Maryann the chance to step closer to the blonde. 

“There’s something wrong with Y/n.” She whispered, making Florence look up at her immediately. “She is in the library completely hysterical, I-I didn’t know who else to inform..”

“What’s wrong?” 

“She’s crying and shaking and she can’t breathe right… I believe you’re the only person who can calm her down.” Maryann said in hope. “Please… go to her… quick.” 

The girl curtsy and walks away to find her husband, trying to avoid Charles. The blonde looked at her aunt and down at her hands, trying to think of a way to leave the ballroom unnoticed. Lucky for her, a new song began to play, causing many people to grab their partners and walk towards the middle of the room. 

Due to the commotion, Florence took this as an opportunity to slide away from her Aunt’s side and walk quickly around the edge of the ballroom. She grabbed her skirt and ran out of the room, making her way towards the stairs. In a matter of seconds, she stood in the hallway, nervous for what she was about to see.

The blonde stood in front of the library door and placed her hand on the doorknob, slowly turning it to see the love of her life. Y/n continued to pace back and forth while she cried with her hand on her chest. 

“Y/n..” The Princess whispered, making the diamond stop and turn her head to the door. The second their eyes connected, she let out a loud sob and her legs turned to jelly. 

Florence quickly ran inside, closing the door before wrapping her arms around Y/n. 

“Love, please, you have to breathe.” The blonde whispered, moving her hands to cup the diamond’s face. “I am right here and I am not going anywhere.” 

“Please forgive me.” Y/n whimpered. “I do not wish to get married… I would never want anyone else but you. I tried to explain it all in the letter and I-“ 

“Letter?” Florence cut her off, staring in confusion. “What letter?” 

“I-I sent you a letter explaining everything about the engagement and Charles..”  The diamond said in confusion. “He only wishes to marry for my family’s fortune and he… he saw us kissing.” 

“What?” 

“I am completely trapped in this marriage…” Y/n cried again. “But just know that it is certainly not because I do not wish to be with you. On the contrary, I am doing this so I could have time with you.” 

The diamond began to cry again, making the Princess pull her into a hug. The blonde felt Y/n’s hands shaking and pulling out of the hug, she grabbed her hands and pulled them up to her lips. Florence stood there, in front of Y/n, kissing her hands before cupping her cheeks again. 

“Breathe slowly, my love.” The Princess whispered, wiping the diamond’s tears away. “I am right here, not leaving your side.” 

Y/n grabbed the blonde’s wrists, slowly starting to regulate her breathing. Their foreheads came together as the last tears rolled down her cheeks while Florence remained holding her. The room was filled with silence as the diamond finally calmed completely. She parted and stared at the Princess before stepping forward, immediately connecting their lips together in a soft peck. 

“Y/n, are you-” Someone said, opening the door, causing the girls to part from the kiss. It was Lord Johnson. He stared in shock before muttering “My apologies.”

“Father.” The diamond started but the man walked out of the room quickly, making her anxiety creep up again. She turned to Florence one last time, seeing the blonde stand there in shock before running out of the library to chase after her father.  “Father, wait! Please.” 

The man continued to walk a bit further, until he turned around to see his daughter in tears. He stood there quiet, nostrils flaring as he took deep breaths, trying to calm himself down. 

“Father, I-”

“Do not say a word, Y/n.” Lord Johnson cut her off and took a deep breath. “How long?” 

“Ever since I began to stay in the castle.” She whispered and sniffled as his father scoffed in realization. 

“I knew there was something odd about that.” He shook his head. “I told your mother about it and you know what she said? She told me to never question the Queen’s intentions, except they were not coming from the Queen. They were coming from the Princess!” 

“I’m sorry, papa.” The diamond sobbed, grabbing his arm. “Please, just listen-” 

“I have to tell your mother.”

“No! Please, no!” She shouted, pulling on his arm. “I love her!” 

Lord Johnson stopped and turned to his daughter who stared at him with begging eyes as tears streamed down her face. Her hands were shaking in desperation, feeling scared at the thought of what could possibly happen. Suddenly, footsteps were heard coming down the hall, making the man look behind his daughter to see the blonde Princess wiping her tears away. 

“Your Majesty, I apologize for-”

“It’s alright.” Florence cut him off, standing next to the diamond. “I understand you were stunned… with what you encountered.” 

“Papa, please listen to me.” Y/n begged again as a sob erupted from her throat. “Charles is not the man you think he is.”  

“My lord…” Florence began stepping forward. “You must listen to her… it’s very important.” 

Lord Johnson stared at his daughter and nodded, silently telling her to start. Y/n began to explain what Charles had told her, what his intentions were, absolutely everything. Part of her felt scared for the possible reaction her father would have but she also felt relieved, as if a thousand pounds had been lifted off her shoulders. 

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The following morning, Y/n was asked to go to the castle along with her mother to discuss the wedding. Luckily, Charles was not to attend, making her less nervous about it. The carriage ride was a bit quiet even though it mostly consisted of Lady Johnson asking questions while the diamond just muttered ‘yes’ or ‘no’. 

They both arrived and were greeted by Weasley who led them to the parlor where the Queen sat drinking her tea. Y/n immediately noticed that Florence wasn’t around. She resisted the urge to ask for her, not wanting to sound desperate. 

“The florists were wondering what colors you would prefer.” Queen Charlotte said, putting down her tea cup. 

“I would love violet.” Y/n answered and she nodded with a soft smile. “It somehow resembles summer.” 

“I agree.” Lady Johnson nodded. “Violet sounds delightful.” 

“It does.” The Queen agreed. “Now we can move on to the center pie-“ 

“Your Majesty.” Weasley interrupted. “Princess Florence.” 

The blonde walked in, causing Lady Johnson and Y/n to stand up and curtsy. The diamond’s eyes connected with the Princess’ as she made her way towards her aunt. 

“Darling, where have you been?” 

“I was just in the drawing room.” The Princess smiled and stared at the diamond before turning back to her aunt. “I received a letter from Mama… she wishes for me to return to Oxford immediately.” 

“Oh dear, how long?” The Queen asked, turning to the blonde. 

“A month… perhaps even more.” She replied fidgeting with her fingers as she felt Y/n’s eyes on her. 

“You are returning to Oxford?” The diamond asked in disbelief. “But.. the wedding is in two weeks.” 

“Well darling, no offense to Her Majesty, but you do not need her present to get married.” Lady Johnson said, placing one hand on her daughter’s shoulder. 

“I would just like for my friend to be there..” Y/n replied as her tears got watery. “That’s all.” 

“I am sure you ladies can gossip about it once Florence returns from her travels.” Queen Charlotte smiled before standing up. “Now we must move to the dining hall, the seamstress is waiting.” 

“I would like to finish my tea.” The diamond said shakingly. “If that’s alright.” 

“Of course, darling.” Lady Johnson nodded before walking out after the Queen, leaving Y/n and Florence alone. 

“Are you truly leaving that long?” The diamond asked, staring at the ground and back up at the blonde. 

“It seems like it, yes.” The Princess replied, fidgeting with her diamond bracelet. 

“You cannot leave.” 

“I must.” 

“I cannot do this without you, Florence.” Y/n muttered as tears ran down her face. 

“I must leave.” The blonde answered sternly. 

“Why?” The diamond question, slowly raising her voice. “Last time we spoke about your mother you clearly expressed your dislike towards her.” 

“I cannot sit and watch you get married to someone else..” The Princess blurted out, stepping closer to the girl to whisper “Someone who is not me.” 

Y/n stood in front of the blonde and cupped her face, looking into her dreamy green orbs as she wiped the tears off her cheeks. Florence grabbed the diamond’s wrist, rubbing her thumbs over her skin, causing her tears to come to halt. 

“Please…” She whispered. “Don’t leave..” 

“I must.. I- I cannot watch you with him any longer.” The blonde muttered as she sniffled before getting out of Y/n’s grasps. She ran towards the door and went outside, ordering for her horse to be brought. 

The diamond, on the other hand, stood in the parlor and took a deep breath before walking to the dining hall where her mother and the Queen stood. It took everything in her to not run after her but she couldn’t risk everything at the moment. Especially not in the castle. 

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They were finished with wedding preparations at noon, giving Y/n the perfect excuse to stay in the castle a bit longer. Upon questions from her mother and the Queen, she replied with a silly excuse about wanting to spend a girls night with the Princess before she left for Oxford. Lady Johnson believed it, along with the Queen. 

Y/n stood outside, waving as her mother’s carriage rode away into the distance before asking one of the servants to fetch her a horse. Florence had been gone for a while and the diamond had a very clear idea on where she could be. The greenhouse. The sun was setting as the horse galloped faster through the fields until the glass building came into view. The blonde’s horse remained outside, drinking some water while Y/n approached. She got off the horse and tied it next to the other before slowly walking into the greenhouse.  

“Florence?” Y/n called out. “Florence, are you here?!” 

“I’m here!” The blonde replied, coming into view. She stood at the other end of the house, in the same corner where they had kissed. 

“I was worried about you..” The diamond spoke, slowly walking towards the blonde. “I could not leave without raising suspicion.” 

“I needed time alone…” She replied and stared at the ground. 

“You know I do not want him.” Y/n began, getting closer. “I only want you.” 

“Yet you find yourself in the middle of wedding preparations.” 

“I spoke to you about what occurred.” 

“Yes, this said letter that you claim to have sent the same night that he proposed.” Florence raised her voice, feeling slightly disappointed and angry. “I do not care about any letter or explanation, Y/n. I want you to be away from Charles.” 

“Florence..” The diamond began, grabbing the blonde’s hands as she took deep breaths. 

“No, no, stop it!” The blonde shouted, backing away from the girl. “I have to leave! I cannot watch you with him, especially knowing that he is dangerous and I cannot do anything of the sort!” 

“If I don’t marry him he will tell everyone about what he saw..” Y/n said, stepping closer to her. “My parents… the Queen…” 

“And is it really that bad for everyone to know about us?”

“If I could say it, I would say it in a heartbeat…” The girl whispered with her hand over her chest. “But people like us? We do not get to be completely free, no one would accept us.” 

“All that matters is that we would be together.” 

“Well we would not because you’re running away to Oxford!” 

“I cannot stay and watch you fall for him!” Florence shouted in tears. 

“I would never dare to fall for that pig because I love you!” Y/n screamed and looked at the blonde who stared in shock. 

It was the first time either one of them had spoken about love towards each other. None of them pictured it to be said during an argument but there they both stood with tear stained cheeks as their chest moved up and down. 

“I love you, Florence.” The diamond whispered, walking towards the blonde to place her hands on her arms. “I have not been able to get you out of my thoughts ever since I first saw you… I-I thought about you everyday and-”

“Stop.” Florence muttered as she walked forwards towards Y/n, connecting their lips together.

They moved together in sync, getting more and more heated by the second until they pulled apart to catch their breaths. The diamond placed her forehead against the blonde’s as her hand traveled up her arms, making it up to cup her face. 

“I love you.” The Princess whispered before connecting her lips with the diamond’s again. 

This time, Florence turned them around, pressing Y/n against the glass wall. Her hands went to the back of the diamon’s dress, slowly untying the corset to touch her naked skin. The diamond parted from the kiss once the Princess’ hands came in contact with her back. She looked up at the green eyes in front of her before turning around to face the glass, silently telling Florence to finish what she started. 

The blonde trailed her hands down the diamond’s back, untying the last bit and watched as the dress fell to the ground. Y/n looked over her shoulder and turned around in her silk undergarments. Florence cupped the diamond’s face again and kissed her. It was slower than before since she wanted to memorize the taste and the feeling of Y/n’s lips. 

Florence moved her hand down to Y/n’s leg and trailed it upwards till she reached the girl’s undergarments. The blonde stared at the diamond, silently asking for permission but instead, she felt the girl’s hand untying her corset. Y/n leaned forward, connecting her lips softly to Flo’s as she continued to untie the dress. After a moment the dress pooled around the Princess’ ankles causing them to part from the kiss to step away from their dresses. 

“Come with me.” The blonde whispered, taking a hold of the diamond’s hand as she walked towards a secluded area of the greenhouse. 

They walked into a small corner that was surrounded by a bush of roses. There was a blanket on the floor with a few pillows and cushions against the wall. A few candles were lit around them, lighting up the space along with the small bit of sun that was left. Florence turned to the diamond, trying to figure out what she was thinking. 

“I was hoping you would come…” She whispered getting close to her again. Y/n looked up at the green eyes in front of her and cupped her cheeks, connecting their lips again. 

The kiss grew more and more passionate, intense as their hands traveled over their bodies. They slowly descended to the floor and Y/n slowly laid down as Florence hovered over her, moving her lips down her neck. The Princess kissed down the diamond’s chest, biting on the soft skin of her breast causing her to throw her head back. She kept kissing down her body, over her stomach and down to the hem of her trousers before looking up at the diamond. Y/n slowly sat up and cupped Florence’s cheeks with a smile, pulling her in for a kiss. 

She laid back down and moved her hands to the blonde’s back, pushing her closer to press their bodies together. Y/n raised her hands to the Princess’ hair, taking out the pins that held her hair up and parted from the kiss to watch it fall down over her shoulder. Florence sat up on her knees and unbuttoned her undergarments until her breasts came into view. Her nipple quickly hardened at the cold breeze as her hands unbuttoned her bottoms. Y/n sat up again and pressed her lips under the blonde’s breast, kissing across her abdomen as Florence pulled the silky fabric down. As the Princess lifted her knees to fully take off her trousers, the diamond laid back down as she untied her bra and pushed the straps down her arms to reveal her breasts in the candle light. 

Florence trailed her fingers over the girl’s chest, down her stomach until she reached her undergarments. She began to unbutton them and pulled them off before parting Y/n’s legs to lay herself back down over her before connecting her lips again. Their bodies were pressed together, covered in a thin layer of sweat as their hands explored each other’s bodies. 

Throughout the night, they expressed their love more than ever. More than any kiss, look or touch they might’ve shared. That night in the greenhouse, under the moonlight while it rained, they made love. 

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[flightless-rising]

Made a new Flight Rising iceberg and also wrote an explanation.. man, this took way longer than it should have.

Anyways, I hope you enjoy :D

Iceberg explanation

( If there are any mistakes please let me know and I’ll edit this asap. Also, English isn't my first language so please forgive me for any grammatical errors)

EDIT 28/06: Added some new info! Thanks to everyone who tagged and responded with new stuff to add, I really appreciate it!

The Sky

Naomi

Back in the day, whenever you bought or sold something on the auction house a message would show up in your inbox confirming the transaction. These messages were sent by one of the dragon couriers: Pearl, Spitfire or Edgar.

On January 2016, a strange glitch occurred that replaced the images and names of couriers with the ones of a female fae named “Naomi”.

It goes deeper than that, though: if you looked up her name in the user search menu, a clan would pop up with over 15 million dragons.

It was quickly discovered that all exalted dragons had somehow become part of her clan. Naomi herself apparently didn’t exist, and clicking on her page redirected to an error page. This was later fixed and the original Naomi page can be now visited.

What exactly caused this glitch is still a mystery and today Naomi is still a well-known piece of Flight Rising history.

Missing Tidelord

In the official lore, the deity of the water flight disappeared in early 2018, as described in the short story “Hear Today, Gone Tomorrow”.

In the follow up story (Mixed Elements) posted in April of the next year it is confirmed that the Tidelord is still missing, but alive. This coincides with the fact that the Tidelord account hasn’t made any forum posts aside from festival announcements.

Emperors

Emperors are a type of unobtainable dragon that are formed when several Imperial corpses are left in close proximity to each other, which then fuse forming a multi-headed chimera.

Emperors are described in the lore as having an animal-like behavior and destroying everything in sight. They are extremely difficult to kill, which is the reason why in-universe Imperials have such strange burial rites.

An emperor named Luminax is first described in the Raising a Family short story, and their sprite can be seen walking around on the world map.

The Surface

Old color wheel

Originally, there were only 67 available colors for dragons. On June 8th 2016, 110 more colors were added, meaning that currently there are a total of 177 colors available.

When making a custom progenitor dragon, it is only possible to choose among the 67 original colors because it would be otherwise unfair for those who made their account before the new colors were added.

Imperial breed scrolls

Imperial breed change scrolls are one of, if not the most, rare type of item on the site. They were given only to those who pledged 30 dollars or more on the original Flight Rising kickstarter.

At the time, this was the only way of obtaining an Imperial dragon, which meant that the breed as a whole was pretty valuable. Now that Imperials are abundant this is no longer the case, but First generation Imperials are still extremely sought and probably the most expensive type of dragon on the site.

There were also other items that were only given to Kickstarted backers, namely Skycats, Bonefiend, Golden Idol and Cogfrog familiars, and those are also pretty much impossible to obtain.

Baldwin breed change

When Baldwin was introduced in 2015 he was originally a Pearlcatcher. On September 14th of 2016 however his site art started to gradually change, until his transformation was completed five days later.

In-universe, Baldwin started to change after a lightning strike hit his cauldron during an experiment, which made him slowly mutate into the breed we now know as Bogsneaks.

Trans Fiona

When Fiona was added as a trading post dragon people speculated that she was trans, because the female pose for Skydancers only displays two antennae, while the male one has four.

Since Fiona has four antennae in her site art, many wondered whether it was an oversight or actually intended. Aequorin later confirmed in a forum thread that Fiona is indeed trans.

Boolean

Speaking of rare items, the Boolean familiar was only given to a handful of Flight rising beta testers and as such is extremely rare and valuable.

Plaguebringer coli team

On the Plaguebringer’s page she is listed as being part of a coliseum team.

As of now we have no clue as to why this is, and even more strangely she is the only deity that does this.

Boston & Hope

This story is a bit complicated. I’ve scoured the forums in search of info but it seems like there are still some pieces missing. I’ll try my best to explain anyway.

So, for a long while the Lightweaver was the only deity that had other dragons aside from herself in her lair: these dragons were a Spiral named Boston and a Tundra named Hope. Strangely, they were both Earth dragons and apparently have been there since the beginning (?). When asked why (this happened back when deities would interact on the forums) the Lightweaver responded that they were having a dinner party together.

In August 2014 during a pretty heated dominance battle between Shadow and Light Boston and Hope disappeared from the Lightweaver’s lair.

The Shadowbinder now had them, and both their elements were alsochanged to Shadow. The two deities acknowledged this and changed their broadcast messages accordingly.

If I had to guess this was some kind of inside joke that the admins had, although some people got angry that the Shadowbinder now had both Hope and Boston. Some time later(?) Boston was returned to the Lightweaver and for some reason his element was changed to wind.

I don’t have any more info on the matter but if some of you do I would appreciate it if you tell me.

Shallow Waters

Eyepocalypse

On June 8th 2018 eye type variants were introduced. This update was pretty controversial for a bunch of reasons, and the topic is still discussed today. The majority of people(?) seemed to be upset by the fact the “best” eye types (primarily goat, primal and multi-gaze) could only be displayed on dragons that were born with them, and the fact that every dragon born prior to the update couldn’t have these eye types at all displeased a lot of users.

Another problem was the fact that most of the non-special eye types (i.e the only ones that could be applied to already existing dragons using a vial of Scattersight) were not clearly visible on the grand majority of adult dragons.

A smaller(?) complaint was that two of the primal eye types, Shadow and Plague, were seen as kind of disturbing by some people.

Three years later staff attempted to fix this issue by adding Eye type vials for every available eye type. This resulted in a market crash for special eye typed dragons, as now these eye types could be applied to any dragon. The value of Scattersights also tanked, and the people bought them and hadn’t used them yet lost money as now they were infinitely less useful.

EDIT 28/06: Goat isn’t actually obtainable via breeding, faceted is. Bad mistake on my part.

Also, Scattersights were given away freely by Galore on Flight Rising’s fifth anniversary in 2018 and could not be bought afterwards. I admit that I thought people could be able to buy Scattersights due to how upset people were that the value went down, but whatever.

Courier Breed

The courier dragons (Edgar, Spitfire, and Pearl) are part of an exclusive dragon breed that is currently unobtainable. Even though their eye color still reflects the flight they were born in, in-universe they are considered to be “neutral” and they are granted free access to all domains. This raises the question as to which deity created them, as every other dragon breed (Bogsneaks being the only exception) has been created by one of The Eleven.

Multiaccounting

According to the site’s terms of service, no one is allowed to have more than one account. This is pretty standard for pet sites, as having multiple accounts grants unfair advantages and can mess up the site economy. This doesn’t completely stop people for having more than one account, and the practice as a whole is called “Multiaccounting” or “having multis”.

Some people only do this to have multiple clans or reboot their account without deleting their old one. They mostly do no harm but it is reasonable that the site wouldn’t allow this because of how easy it is exploit.

The real harm of multis comes from a practice called “funneling” which is when someone creates multiple accounts only for the purpose of giving items to their main account. This practice violates the game’s rules and can result in a ban. Funneling is not limited to multiaccounting though, and having an account only to feed another is against the site’s rules whether or not the account in question belongs to another person or not.

Some people fear of being banned for multiaccounting even if they haven’t done so, especially if they share a computer with other people.

Purble

“he purble” is probably among the most famous Flight Rising memes.

In 2016(?) a rant was submitted to the original Dramarising blog by a very angry user that wanted to buy an XXX Purple Ridgeback back when triples were pretty expensive, but got beat by someone else.

I’m not going to copy paste it here because in my opinion it’s one of the funniest Flight Rising related posts ever and I don’t want to spoil the experience of reading it for the first time. You can find it pretty easily by searching it up.

Tert Picking

This is something that refaced recently, even though I’ve seen people talking about this for a while. Some people vividly remember being able to pick their custom progenitor’s tertiary color, even though the developers have made it clear that such thing would be impossible. This is without a doubt just one of those weird situations where a lot of people somehow remember the same thing wrong.

Still, it’s fascinating just how many people claim to remember doing picking their tert.

Swiftwings

Swiftwings were a dragon breed that was scrapped in development. The design was rejected because it didn’t fit the 2 arms 2 legs 2 wings format that every dragon design had to follow before the introduction of ancient breeds.

The reason for this rule is that otherwise it would mess up apparel placement. Although the concept was scrapped, echoes of the design were scattered throughout the site: for example, the empty dragon slots that were present prior to 2019 had the silhouette of a Swiftwings dragon. They are also mentioned in the April Fool’s update of 2018.

“Real” Lore dragons

Most people don’t know that some of the dragons featured on the lore stories are actually real, and you can visit their pages. This is the case for Tetra, Cracklinne, Velya, Liefa, Garote and Mirth, which are currently chilling in Aequorin’s lair.

All of the other dragons in the developers’ lairs are not canon and are used to test bugs and features on the site.

The Middle ground

True deity names

When the site first started the deities used to have actual names instead of titles. Some of these names were based off of the site founders’s usernames on other sites.

The names are the following:

Amogayvhi - Gladekeeper Xhaztol - Arcanist Rhenik - Tidelord Akiri - Flamecaller Thrage - Stormcatcher Undel - Shadowbinder Jhortanas - Plaguebringer Ghurab - Windsinger Artaios - Earthshaker Rhiow – Lightweaver

As you can tell, Xhaztol, Akiri, Thrage and Undel are the usernames of some of the admins of the site, and the flight they are a part of corresponds with the previous name of their deity.

No leg coatls

On January 16, 2015 an iconic thread was posted in the flight rising discussion forum, which displayed a photoshopped image of a coatl with its legs removed. Quickly the thread devolved into a general photoshop thread were people took official site art of dragons and modified it.

The thread was eventually locked due to spam and quote pyramids, but spiritual successors of the original “phoatlshop” thread still exist today.

Dress slot unlocking

A thing that a surprising amount of people don’t know is the fact that when buy an additional apparel slot, the slot opens for every dragon in your lair and not just the one you bought it on.

This is something I also discovered very recently and it’s kind of funny that so many people that have been on the site for very long don’t know this.

Clanbound scatterscrolls

I think the wiki explains it best, so I’ll just copy paste this here:

“Tri-Color Scatterscrolls suffered from an issue where they would only scatter a random range from colors 1-47 (white through sunshine) rather than 1-67 (white through rose). They have been fixed and are now functioning correctly with a random range within the 67 color set. The affected timeframe was from August 15th, 2013 until September 22nd, 2013. The admins allowed users who were unsatisfied with their bugged Tri-Color Scatterscrolls to receive the same amount of them back in the form of Clanbound Scatterscrolls to try scattering their own dragons again with the full color range.”

Beta Mirrors

Ever wondered why they’re called Mirrors?

According to Undel, the main artist of Flight Rising, mirrors originally were supposed to have every part of their body “mirrored”, meaning they had two sets of eyes, two pairs of wings, two tails, and so on.

This design ended up being too cluttered and looked weird shrunken down. The name was kept the same, even though the only mirrored part of the design are the eyes.

Dragons are evil

If you read the “Beastclans on the rise” lore bit, the dragons come across as… very evil, stealing territory from the beastclans when they have been living on Sornieth way longer than the dragons have and killing them for loot.

Furthermore, in the Bounty of the Elements lore bit the Beastclan rebellion guided by Talona is seen by the dragons as unreasonable and wrong even when in canon Beastclans are framed as the innocent party.

The Depths

Scroll of Divorce

In the alpha stage dragons were supposed to be monogamous and could only breed with the dragon they were “paired” with. To break their bond you had to use an item called “Scroll of Divorce” which even featured broken marriage rings in the art.

If I had to guess, this item and the concept as a whole were scrapped because the idea of dragons having “weddings” and needing to divorce before breeding with another dragon felt kind of weird, especially in a game targeted towards teens.

First Festival

The first Holiday festival in Flight rising history was the 2013 Brightshine Jubilee. The items that were available for this festival only are incredibly rare, particularily the Light Sprite which is one of the most valuable items on the site. Apart from that and the fact that the skincent contest only had 6 winners, not much is notable about it.

Offsite drama

Flight Rising has had its fair share of drama both on and off site, but due to the fact that it’s against the site’s rule to discuss user drama on the forums most of the notable drama happened off site (mainly tumblr).

Egg rot

Egg rot was a very early mechanic that was pretty quickly removed from the site. If you forgot to incubate your eggs, they would “rot” and no longer hatch.

It’s the reason why in the nesting grounds the text reads “Eggs healthy” and also the reason why on the stats section of the Account settings it says “Eggs discarded”. The mechanic was removed because it heavily punished casual players and the frequent downtimes of the site meant that even if someone logged in every day they could still have their eggs die.

Also, the images of egg rot look extremely cursed.

Pablo

From what I could gather, Pablo is a dragon which became somewhat popular after user “Desmondtiny” wrote a very long and detailed backstory of them being the Arcanist’s lost boyfriend.

I’m pretty sure it gues deeper than that but I couldn’t find any further information. As usual, if you know something more let me know.

Latest News

On November 12, 2014, a glitch(?) occurred that let anyone post in the Announcements thread. Anything that was posted went directly to the front page, which resulted in quite a bit of chaos.

This was fixed only half an hour later, but the screenshots people have from that time are extremely funny.

Lameforger

On the 2014 Flameforger’s festival announcement Undel accidentally misspelled “Flameforger” as “Lameforger”, which prompted the official account of the Flamecaller to respond aggressively. Lameforger is still jokingly used by users, even after the typo was fixed.

Festival of one (1)

On the first day of the 2014 Greenskeeper Gathering a glitch occurred which switched the site banner for the Starfall celebration banner instead of the Greenskeeper one.

It didn’t end there, in the coliseum Magical shards dropped instead of Bladed Flatleaves, even though skin chests dropped as normal(?).

The weirdest thing about it all was Joxar’s Space inventory, which didn’t display any items at all and had glitched dialogue.

The event was nicknamed by the fanbase “Festival of 1” and even the deity’s official accounts acknowledged the incident.

Vape Juice

As far as I know the original forum thread as been lost, but the vape juice fiasco will always remain cemented in Flight Rising History.

A company called Vape Daugz was making vape juice with Flight Rising dragons plastered on their packaging, completely violating the site’s policy.

The company’s site still exists, and browsing through their products I found that the products that previously had Flight Rising dragons on them still exist, but now feature completely different packaging.

I have no idea whether they changed the packaging spontaneously or staff did something about it.

I think there’s a potentially interesting story buried down there, but we’ll likely never the truth behind the Flight Rising vape juice.

The Abyss

Humans

There’s been some speculation over the years as to whether or not humans are canon in the Flight Rising universe. Some people believe that the “Mages” of the second age in the official lore are actually humans, but we can’t be sure because they are depicted with long robes that cover their whole bodies.

The idea of humans existing in canon has spawned a couple of memes, most infamously Thomas.

Plague healers

Again, I think the wiki explains this one better:

“According to Aequorin, Plague healers are an interesting bunch because rather than administer treatments that counter illness, they use a mixture of magic and contagion that stress the affected dragon further, allowing them to reach a stronger, healed, and resistant state faster than other elements. Plague healers will treat physical injuries with sutures, bandages, and braces, but they won't clean the wounds or apply ointments."

Akitla

As described in the original thread, Akitla was a dragon that user “qunii” saw on the front page, but noticed that she wasn’t accompanied by the username of the person owning them.

After clicking on her, an error page loaded. It was discovered that putting her color combination or ID in the search bar would result in an error page. This was later fixed, and both Akitla and her mate were now displayed as being exalted to the Arcanist. T

here are some theories as to what happened to the Akitla’s user, some think that she belonged to a deleted account, others that it was the result of an incomplete account creation.

As with a lot of things on this iceberg, it will likely remain a mystery forever.

Arcane sprite book

“what is the arcane sprite reading??” is probably one of the oldest still active threads on the forums.

On September 25, 2013 user “Kaadashi” started a joke thread were they wondered what exactly is the arcane sprite reading, and playfully suggested that it could be erotic fanfiction. People went crazy of course, and started to wonder what kind of juicy secrets were hidden within the pages of that book.

I don’t want to say too much because I really don’t want to spoil the experience of reading through this very cursed tread.

Sunshine

Sunshine is one of the most… interesting lairs on the site, and certainly one of the most well-known.

They(?) have a lair (almost) completely full of triple basic sunshine dragons, most of which are Tundras. So far they have collected about 320 triple hundred Sunshine dragons, almost all of which are also named “Sunshine”. They’re not all the same, some of them have apparel, some of them are gened and some have unique art and descriptions.

They’re dedicated and I respect that.

EDIT 28/06: Apparently some people seem to think that the sunshine-dedicated lair is based on a meme concerning the announcement of the color wheel expansion, which became so discussed that the itself site broke. The two things are unrelated however, as the Sunshine lair has been around for much longer.

The announcement of the color wheel expansion was cryptic, with only a few post showing off differently colored coatls and then 3 pages of reserved posts, with no explanation whatsoever.

Simple Farmer

Another very famous thread is the “I am but a simple farmer” thread started by user “someKindOfGenius”. It’s not really about anything specific, it’s just a rather silly thread were people photoshop flight rising dragons onto various crops.

Still, this thread is iconic so I had to include it.

Dragon Deaths

Way back in 2014 former flight rising programmer Thrage revealed on a forum thread that way back before the beta, dragons could actually starve to death if left unfed.

Yep.

Obviously they had to remove this mechanic because it would have been extremely harsh to casual players and make people frustrated with the game.

Zalvador

User “manojalpa” became fairly well-known for the extremely dark lore they(?) had written for their Clan, it was so dark in fact that every single one of their dragon’s bios had to moved to their tumblr where they couldn’t be easily seen by the site’s mainly underage usebase.

Their lore centered around their progen dragon, a tundra named Zalvador, which behaved and had the same powers as a flight rising user: buying dragons off of the action house, having “breeding projects”, exalting dragons, etc.

These things seem pretty normal when done by a player, but when taking them as actual real things that happen in universe… yeah, it was way too morbid for the site.

The Pit

Black linen neck wraps

For some weird reason, the apparel piece “Black linen neck wrap” when put on a male pose Coatl wraps around the dragon’s throat instead of it’s neck. It’s kind of subtle and hard to see, but if you compare it with the female pose the difference is clear. This is probably just an art error, although it’s weird that it hasn’t been fixed yet, since linen wraps are a very old piece of apparel.

Another weird thing about linen wraps in general is that the wing wraps just sort of… go through the membrane? This is not possible. These dragons are in pain.

Icewarden ears

Another very remarkably popular thread is the Icewarden ears thread.

In 2014 user “Llanai” simply makes note of the fact that the Icewarden has teeny tiny ears.

As we have come to expect from these threads, it quickly devolved into nonsense.

Forbidden Snapper lore

Snappers used to have a way different lore section that was changed because it deemed too similar to the lore of another petsite.

This is what the original section read:

"Snapper dragons do not sleep, but exist in a constant state of reverie. They receive and catalogue all experiences and stories told within their dreams. This persistent state of awakened dreaming awards them the longest memory of any dragon species. They are living encyclopedias, and any dragon who is seeking difficult-to-obtain information will have the most luck unearthing it from a Snapper clan - provided they have the patience for it. If you want two dozen quick answers, talk to a spiral. If you want a fully developed answer, camp out around a Snapper. These dreamers move at their own pace, which varies from dragon to dragon. For some, the awakened dream can prove to be more interesting than their surroundings. This leads to a focus upon the dream, and the waking world as filtered background noise. Interacting with these sleepwalkers can be a trying and repetitive task. Other Snappers may be fairly lucid, with a focus upon their surroundings and the constant hum of the dream pushed aside."

Bee movie script

I’ve seen this story around the forums a few times but I’ve never been able to learn the details.

From what I’ve heard someone copy pasted the entire bee movie script into their clan bio in a drop down text format, which completely broke the page for anyone who visited it. This was fixed, apparently, although I have no clue as to who this user is.

EDIT 28/06: Zeus

Zeus is an XXX gold g1 permababy imperial that used to belong to user "happywing".

Their account is now locked because Zeus was created with the use of a duplication glitch on an imperial breed change scroll, which is obviously not allowed (although I've heard some people say that the dragon was hacked in altogether). Before the account was locked, people speculated that Zeus was the most valuable dragon on the site, because an XXX g1 imperial is impossibly rare.

Wegg shaming

On July 2017 user “Dreamnorn” made a thread were they(?) claimed to have a dream where everything was the same except people used the term “wegged” when two dragons would lay only one egg in a nest.

Ex. Aw man! I’ve been wegged again! = Aw man! I bred two dragons and they only had one egg!

The dream ended up being prophetic, as the term catched on and people started to use it unironically.

The practice of “Wegg shaming” I think refers to the trend of people posting pictures of the dragons that “wegged” them in order to “shame” them.

Plague nest skull

The site art of the plague nest features an unique dragon skull that doesn’t match with any currently existing dragon breed or creature: It appears to have two sets of eyes, like a mirror, but also long and curled horns.

It’s probably just for decoration and it likely doesn’t have any significance whatsoever, but personally I believe it would be pretty cool if when they eventually release plague ancient it at least somewhat resembled this skull.

EDIT 28/06: On second thought, the skull doesn’t seem to have two pairs of eyes, It just has the generic shape of a carnivore.

Rock bottom

CAPTAINPLANET

…this is CAPTAINPLANET. Somehow, user “Decres”' managed to overlay a Fae skin on top of a Tundra, creating this horrifyingly fascinating abomination.

I have no idea how she did this, and she seems pretty adamant to tell.

EDIT 28/06: People have pointed out that this skin overlay glitch was actually somewhat common (although I still haven't found another dragon like CAPTAINPLANET). What you had to do was breed change a dragon while attaching a skin to them in another tab.

This glitch has been patched and such thing is no longer possible.

Lair 46264

A cursed lair.

Dreams

I’ve seen a lot of people, both on forums and on Tumblr, sharing dreams they had about Flight Rising.

A lot of people dream of just being on the site, while occasionally weird things happen.

I’ve read of people who dreamed the distribution of a new breed, buying an exclusive item, a new Fiona feat or Swipp trade, or just browsing the forums.

The most common type of Flight rising-associated dream I’ve seen however is being caught multiaccounting and having their account banned.

I’m no psychoanalyst, but I think it’s pretty clear that these nightmares stem from the paranoia of being banned from their beloved petsite instead of showing any actual intention of doing the “crime” in question.

Anyways, I think it’s fascinating how so many people dream about this site, and it reminds me of the dreams people claimed to have about Mario 64 where completely new levels were added or a scary monster appeared.

Dragon Slime

Dragon Slime was an infamous thread which was supposed to be start off point for an ARG.

It was deleted because it was considered too “spammy” and also because ARGs are banned from the forums. The thread has been lost, unfortunately.

EDIT 28/06: Thanks to @randompurple-fr for providing screenshots of the dragon slime tutorial! You can find them here

Cucumber

Cucumber is the only dragon ever to have been exalted with a skin, which is something that should not be possible. This raises some questions as to what exactly did the person that exalted them do to achieve this, but we have no way of knowing who Cucumber belonged to.

EDIT 28/06: Actually, we do know who used to Cucumber belonged to! Its owner was Osiem: an official flight rising artist. I couldn’t find the thread where they(?) acknowledged the glitch though, if someone has it please let me know!

[comfortbucky]

Hey! If requests are still open I was wondering if I could request a fluffy fic where reader is having a bad day and Bucky notices and cheers them up? 💗💗

HELL YEAH!!!

REQUESTS!!! ARE!!! OPEN!!!

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pairing: bodyguard!bucky x fem!reader

warnings: anxiety, anxiety attack

tags: grumpy!bucky, bodyguard!bucky, fluffy bucky!!!

A/N: okay i have never written bodyguard!bucky before but i just thought it would be such a sweet concept to see him being soft🥺

sorry if the ending is kind of bad😭 i didn’t know how to quite wrap it all up, but i hope u enjoy!!!!!!!! <3 i had so much fun writing about bodyguard!bucky!!!!!

word count: 2.9k

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completed requests!

Y/N groaned as her phone alarm went off and hit snooze for the fifth time. She reached her hand out, head facing away and resting on her pillow, fumbling for her phone to turn off the incessant sound. Before she could shut it off, the noise stopped. Y/N turned her head slightly to see a large, dark figure in the corner of her eye. She turned her head fully to see her bodyguard with a frown on his face as he shut her alarm off.

“Your alarm, it’s annoying,” Bucky grumbled. “You should get up anyways, busy schedule today.” He walked out of the room before she could respond. Super soldier hearing was no joke if he was able to hear her alarm from his bedroom down the hall. Y/N sighed as her face planted into the pillow.

She was not looking forward to the events planned out for the day. During the day, there was a slew of interviews she had, back to back, and at night, a gala she was being forced to attend by her father.

Being the daughter of a wealthy tech tycoon had its perks for sure, but Y/N did not consider all of the press she did as a part of them. She never liked being in the spotlight but was forced to be, a birthright she had. Growing up with her dad, she’d developed a fascination for tinkering with computers, game consoles, and everything in-between. She spent a lot, practically all of her free time, with her dad when her mom had passed away. Her dad ended up throwing himself into his life’s work and she worked with him closely in the beginning, but slowly started to drift apart from him as she started to make a name for herself.

Earlier that week, her dad had sent her a text, informing her that a big announcement would be made at the gala. Big parties and large crowds weren’t really her thing, but it seemed like she didn’t have the option to avoid this one.

She got ready for the day, walking down to her kitchen to see her bodyguard, Bucky, sitting at the table, reading a book. As soon as he heard her come down the steps, he stood up and put his book away.

“C’mon, we’re already running late,” he mumbled, making his way to the door. Y/N rolled her eyes in response, grabbing a granola bar as she briskly followed behind him.

When her dad became a big name in the world of tech, the last thing Y/N thought she needed was a bodyguard, but her dad felt otherwise. It took one, very close call, of her almost getting mugged for her dad to immediately assign a personal bodyguard for her. She insisted that it was unnecessary, seeing that she was a fully grown adult, but her dad refused, as he was the one paying for Bucky’s salary.

Bucky had always been rather closed off since the beginning, and not much had changed since he was first assigned to her a little over a year ago. He kept their relationship very professional, only speaking when necessary and leaving the room whenever he wasn’t needed. She had tried to get him to open up more, learn about his past, but he always shut her questions down by either ignoring her or changing the topic to discussing something work-related. He was an enigma to her, which only left her wanting to solve the mystery that was James Bucky Barnes but couldn’t seem to crack the code.

Her first two interviews went smoothly, exactly what she was used to. A couple of questions about her current projects at work, some about her dad sprinkled in, and what she had planned for the future. It was a format she was used to and had come to appreciate, not exactly enjoying being the center of attention. During her last interview, however, she was caught off guard by one of the last questions she was asked.

“I know this might be an awkward question to ask, but I just have to! The people want to know: do you think your dad’s ever going to return to the dating pool?”

Y/N choked on her saliva. She knew her dad was an attractive man, seeing posts on social media of people fawning over him. Although she found it to be very weird and uncomfortable, she just brushed it all aside, not wanting to think about it as it only led to her thinking about the loss of her mom, a sore spot for her.

Y/N cleared her throat and forced out a chuckle. “I think that’s a question only he can answer, I don’t always know what’s going on in that crazy head of his.”

The interviewer laughed and proceeded to transition into the next segment. Y/N quickly thanked the interviewer and left, Bucky swiftly following behind. He had a feeling that something was off, as Y/N would typically stay behind to chat with the interviewer, crew members, even the service staff, whenever she finished an interview. It was always something he admired about her, how down to earth she remained, despite all of the privileges she had. She went out of her way to thank everyone on set, no matter how small their role might seem. He always told the drivers to pull the car up a little later than originally planned, just so she would have the extra time to talk.

Y/N pushed the doors open, only to find an empty street. She turned around and gave Bucky a curious look.

“Sorry, the driver just texted me,” he said, as he sent a text to the driver, telling him to come now. “He’s running late.”

Y/N nodded and leaned against the wall, looking down to fiddle with her hands. Bucky leaned against the opposite wall, facing her, his arms crossed over his chest.

“You okay?”

Y/N looked up at Bucky to find a gentle look in his eyes, slightly taken aback at the sight. She always found herself drawn to his piercing blue eyes, but they usually had a colder glint to them. This was a look she’d never seen before.

“Yeah, ‘m fine,” she replied, averting her gaze down as she felt her cheeks flush at the sight of Bucky’s soft gaze.

The car arrived, cutting off Bucky’s train of thought as he was thinking of what to say to her. For a moment he debated on continuing the conversation in the car but figured she already had a long night ahead of her and didn’t want to push any further.

After a quick pit stop back to Y/N’s place, allowing her to change into an evening gown, the car headed to the venue of the gala. Bucky got out of the car before her, walking around to the other side to open her door. Before she stepped out, Y/N took a deep breath in and exhaled, plastering a fake smile on her face as a surge of flashing lights from cameras greeted her. Bucky watched, seeing her seamlessly transform from Y/N, the girl who needed to set a million alarms before actually waking up, to Y/N, tech extraordinaire, one of the most powerful people in the tech world.

Once they were inside the venue, Bucky stuck to his usual routine. Scope out the exits, look for any potential threats, and make sure Y/N was in his eyesight. Bucky kept close by but also kept his distance. He wanted to make sure that he gave her enough space whenever they were out, knowing that having him around was her dad’s idea and that she wasn’t too fond of having security detail in the first place. So he did everything he could to make himself blend in with the crowd, allowing her to roam freely, only following her when she moved out of his line of vision.

Y/N walked around, not knowing a single soul but making polite small talk with the rest of the guests. She became accustomed to knowing how to act at these types of events over the span of her adult life. Food, drinks, more food, home. Crowds made her uneasy, but she always felt calmer when she saw Bucky in her peripheral vision. Y/N would never admit it out loud, but over the last year, he had become a constant source of relief at these public events. Just knowing that he was there if she felt uncomfortable, unsafe, or wanted to leave early made her public outings much more bearable.

“Hey, sweetie! I’m so glad you made it.” Y/N turned around at the sound of her dad’s voice and smiled, moving in to hug him.

“Yeah well, you said you had a big announcement, so I figured I’d stop by,” she joked, eliciting a chuckle from her dad as they pulled away from each other.

“I’m about to make it now,” he started, placing his hands on Y/N’s shoulders. “And I was wondering if you could join me on stage for it? I know that’s not your thing, but it would mean so much to me, Y/N.”

While she absolutely hated the idea of having to stand in front of thousands of people, she reluctantly nodded. Y/N and her dad had slowly grown apart the past several years, only talking a couple times a month to catch up. With both of their busy schedules, they always seemed to miss each other. Despite their growing apart, she would do anything for her dad, especially if it meant so much to him.

Bucky slowly followed behind, as Y/N and her dad walked up to the stage. Y/N glanced behind her to give a slight smile to Bucky, to which he nodded back. He stood backstage, watching them from behind the curtains.

“Hi everyone, thanks so much for coming out tonight,” Y/N’s dad spoke into the mic. She was standing beside him, hands clasped in front of her, trying to look calm and not totally anxious.

“Since the success of my brand, people have said that I am a man who has everything. And I definitely have a lot to be thankful for, my company, my friends, and most importantly, my daughter.” Her dad extended a hand out to point to Y/N and the crowd cheered. Bucky couldn’t help the smile that formed on his lips. Despite his brooding attitude, he had come to grow fond of Y/N, being able to see her for who she truly was. She was smart, witty, and had a heart of gold.

“The only thing I’ve been missing,” her dad looks down at the ground for a second, before looking back out at the crowd. “Is someone to share it all with.” Y/N’s smile faltered and felt her stomach drop. She couldn’t fully register the words coming out of her dad’s mouth.

“After Sarah, my wife had passed, I didn’t think I would be able to love again. Until I met Alyssa.” Y/N was frozen in place upon hearing her dad’s confession. She’d never heard of anyone named Alyssa during any of their catch-up calls and now he was saying he loved her? Y/N quickly turned as a woman walked out on stage. The woman walked over to her dad and he wrapped one of his arms around her waist before speaking.

“Now I feel complete, now I have everything.” He pulled Y/N to him and wrapped his other arm around her shoulders, smiling for the cameras ahead. There were a lot of strategies Y/N had devised over the years to deal with potential unexpected and uncomfortable situations in a composed manner to avoid having a PR nightmare.

She didn’t have one for this.

Tearing herself from her dad’s hold, she ran off stage, heading towards the exit that led to the outside. Y/N took in the fresh air, trying to stop her hyperventilating. It wasn’t working. Her chest felt tight as she began gasping for air, struggling to take in oxygen.

She was having a panic attack. It was nothing she hadn’t experienced before, but it had been so long since she’d had one. The last time she remembered, was at her mom’s funeral.

Her mom. Her dad. Alyssa.

Her thoughts were pushed aside as her vision blurred, her eyes swelling up with tears. Y/N felt like she had no control over her body and shut her eyes, allowing the panic to consume her.

Then, a firm, but gentle, warm feeling in her hands.

Y/N blinked her eyes open to reveal Bucky, standing in front of her. She looked down and saw that it was his hands in hers, holding them tight.

“Can you breathe for me, honey?”

His voice came out in a soft whisper, accompanied by the warmest and welcoming smile. She shook her head, unable to control her quick and rapid breaths. Bucky squeezed her hands a little tighter, rubbing his thumb in small circles on the back of her hand.

“Yes you can, just breathe with me, okay?”

He started to breathe in and out slowly and eventually, she was able to follow his lead, deciding to focus on his eyes. There was that look from before the ride to the gala, the gentle look in his eyes. She’d always felt that his blue eyes reminded her of stormy seas, but now, now they made her think of the calmness of the ocean in the early morning, waves crashing softly on the shores.

As she regained her composure, she realized she’d been staring into Bucky’s eyes for, probably, far too long. Bucky felt her tight grip on his hands loosen and reluctantly let go of her hands. He immediately missed the softness of her hands and how small they were in comparison to his much larger, calloused, hands.

“T- Thank you,” she stuttered out, her gaze locked on the ground, as she placed her hands to her sides.

“It’s no problem. I get them too,” he replied. She looked up at him as he clarified. “Panic attacks. PTSD from serving overseas.”

Y/N face drops, her stomach churning at the thought that Bucky had ever experienced panic like she had. She returned her gaze to the ground as a silence washed over them.

“He didn’t tell me about her,” she spoke in a quiet voice. “Never brought her up once. But I guess she must be pretty special for him to do all of this.”

Bucky stood a couple steps in front of her, seeing teardrops fall from her face. She lifted her head up to wipe away her tears, her hands shaking from anxiety. Y/N placed her hands on her face and started to sob.

She was slightly hurt by the idea of her dad loving any other woman than her mom but knew that he’d have to move on eventually. What hurt her the most was the fact that he didn’t tell her, not until they were on stage, standing before a crowd of people. It was too much for her to handle and she reached her breaking point.

Bucky’s heart dropped at the sight. He cautiously stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her tightly. Something his PTSD had taught him was how pressure from a hug could help relax the nervous system and calm him down. He held her firmly in his arms until he felt her breathing slow. She looked up at him, remaining in his embrace, her eyes glassy from crying, nose red and sniffly. Bucky felt his heart skip a beat and immediately pushed the thought away.

“You wanna leave, honey?”

She nodded in response, staying in his arms for just a second longer before pulling away. Y/N longed for his warm touch, feeling like a child who had their security blanket taken away. It didn’t help that it was also cold outside, sending a chill down her spine.

Bucky noticed and shrugged his suit jacket off to wrap around her shoulders. She beamed a smile at him and he smiled back.

The pair walked around the outside of the venue to find the car when they ran into a mob of paparazzi, shouting questions at Y/N about her sudden exit. Like a reflex, she grabbed hold of Bucky’s hand and he gave her a comforting squeeze as he cleared a path towards the car.

Bucky and Y/N were sat next to each other in the car, which was not the typical seating arrangement they usually had, usually sitting on opposite ends of the car. But Y/N hadn’t let go of his hand, not quite ready to separate herself from his warmth. Bucky had absolutely no problem with that, mindlessly rubbing his thumb against the back of her hand. She felt safe. She always felt safe with Bucky around.

Y/N felt her eyelids become heavy, struggling to keep them open. She was exhausted from her long day, and her panic attack had taken most of her energy away.

Bucky felt a weight on his shoulder and turned his head slightly to see Y/N’s head resting there. He felt a warmth rush to his cheeks and smiled, resting his head on top of hers.

“Thank you for tonight, Bucky,” she mumbled, keeping her eyes closed. “You always make me feel so safe.”

Bucky felt a surge of tenderness rush through him. That was all he ever wanted to do. He wanted to keep her safe. He kissed her forehead, causing her to snuggle closer to him.

“Of course, honey. I’m here, always.”

[bonny-kookoo]

Under Your Skin (JJK x Reader) | 🔞

Pairing: Tattoo Artist!Goth/Punk!Jeon Jungkook x Secretary!Shy!Reader

Genre: Tattoo artist!AU, Badboy x Sweetgirl AU, Idk what else

Tags/Warnings: Ultimate goodboy Kook, He looks grr but is actually sweet, shy reader, smol reader, Kookers is WHIPPED, Also a tease, Dom!Jungkook because how could I not, Sub!Reader, Babygirl!Reader, Its not heavy on the whole ddlg-stuff but yeah they be having some vibes y'know, don't come @ me don't I'm not forcing you to read it lol, anyways moving on, because smut, yes I mean it's my content, and yall nasty admit it, slight hair pulling, manhandling also only a little, oral (f & m receiving), praising, mentions of emotional and physical insecurities, but Kook be supportive so we good, back to the nasty, body worship yes pls, biting, fingering, because why not, protected sex because we keep it clean in this household, light-hearted sex, kook being a romantic goof, yeah I think thats it?

Summary: Jungkook looks like absolute trouble; like one wrong look could set him off, and turn him into an absolute murderer. But oh well, ever heard the phrase 'Never judge a book by its cover'?

A/N: you might have noticed me only putting one emoji up top. I have decided to from now on only mark my adult fics with emojis (which is basically almost every single one lets be real). Also; stop reading my fucking fics if any of the tagged/warned things make you uncomfortable. I'm tired of everyone clowning in my inbox telling me how disgusting ddlg/smut content is. You can't even tell me you 'read it by accident' because that's why I'm always putting the cut underneath my fics =) so pls go finish preschool and then we can maybe shake hands. Maybe not. Covid and all. Yeah.

On the outside, Jeon Jungkook seems like absolute trouble.

He's working at a tattoo and piercing studio, dresses in all black, clattering chains and heavy boots always alerting everyone around of his presence. His long black hair is never truly tamed, his nails painted black, and his face expressionless most of the time. He's a talented artist and well trained piercer, always visiting conventions to keep up with the newest trends, styles, and equipment there is. He takes his job seriously- and is proud of it, knowing that he had proven his family wrong by now. They had been worried about him; especially his mother had scolded him that he shouldn't throw his time away trying to make it in a world of art many had already failed. But last year, he had finally invited them over to his rather nice apartment, showing them that he was living a good life, with nothing to really worry about.

Jungkook had made it.

Well, not quite.

Because as of currently, Jungkook had a new mission, a new goal.

"Ah, Jungkook!" You say, eyes sparkling as you smile at him when he enters the shop he works at. You had recently started to work there as well, since Taehyung was absolute shit at keeping files in order and track of schedules. You hadn't applied for the job specifically, that's at least what his coworker had told him- he had known you prior already, and was aware that you had wanted a change these days.

And Jungkook had been painfully crushing on you ever since you started.

"Your schedule for the week is already here- I uhm.. didn't put it on your desk cause, I didn't want to intrude your space and all.." You say, giving him a small black booklet where you always noted down his appointments. He appreciated it a lot- knowing how much of a hassle it could be to move dates back and forth just to somehow make it fit. You always made sure that he had enough time in between multiple daily pieces in case something took longer or less so you could make sure to be able to move things accordingly. You didn't want him to get overworked, you had said. He had smiled.

"Thanks- and you can go inside, no problem." He says, and you nod. "I know you don't make a mess, like someone else here." He says, hinting at Namjoon, who was known to be quite clumsy- yet a mastermind when it came to designing pieces he struggled with. Jungkook stayed at your front desk for a bit, making you tilt your head a bit, as you tried not to stare. He always took so much care of himself, you would have had to be blind not to see how attractive he actually was. But then again, you didn't get your hopes up- after all, he was nice to almost everyone around. "You've never been in there, right?" He asks, and you shake your head. You haven't been in his space at all- too scared to invade his privacy and making him upset in the process. "I mean- you got time right now? I can show you around." He casually tells you, and you look at your computer screen in front of you. Everything had been filed for today- so you probably had a bit of time to spare.

"Sure." You said, taking your phone and standing up from your chair, making sure to lock the pc so no one would accidentally make a mess out of your tabs. Or worse; close them. God knows all hell would break loose.

Jungkook had to really force himself not to let out any noise as you walked next to him.

You were so tiny next to him.

He wasn't that tall to be honest- with Namjoon and Taehyung both taller than him, he knew he was average at best. And for the longest time, he'd had a thing for tall girls, all elegant and confident. He still liked their aesthetic, yes- but now that he spotted you, he could really see the appeal of having a shorter significant other.

You were so cute.

You carefully stepped inside when Jungkook lifted the curtain that was used instead of a door, surprised to see how.. organized everything was. A little.. off- some things seemed to be randomly put somewhere, but in general, it seemed like everything had their proper spot. "I like to have it like this." He comments, and you nod your head to that, finally spotting his tattoo-gun. It was made out of purple steel- polished, and changing its hue depending on how you looked at it. It was absolutely beautiful, even though you had a rather limited understanding of these things. "Was a present from Taehyung last year." Jungkook says, sitting down on his chair. "I never asked- are you inked at all?" He asks, leaning backwards as you stand there a little awkwardly. "You can sit down somewhere, don't be so tense." He chuckles, and you look around, before you sit on the stretcher across from him. You shake your head, and Jungkook isn't surprised. Your pink converse sway back and forth as you sit on the stretcher, legs too short to reach the floor anymore as you rest your hands underneath your thighs; hem of your dress revealing more of them than he can usually see.

"I don't have any tattoos yet, but I've been talking to Namjoon about it." You said, and Jungkooks saliva tastes a little bitter at that. He doesn't want to pout or give away that it's bugging him at all that you're not talking to him about it- but he fails miserably. "Namjoon actually said I should talk to you about it, since the style I want fits you best." You say, and he can't hide his smile, bunny teeth on full display as he leans forward a bit.

"You'd let me tattoo you?" He asks, and you shrug, before nodding. "What do you have in Mind?" He instantly asks, not even bothering to hide his excitement.

If only you knew that it's because of you; and not just because he's gonna be the first to ink you.

You've both agreed on a design you want, and Jungkook can't deny that he thinks it's absolutely perfect on you.

"Are you scared?" Jungkook asks you as he prepares everything, his sweater's sleeves rolled up, revealing his own body art to you, as well as some bracelets; one that you recognize as the wooden-bead bracelet you had gifted him last year for his birthday. It was weird to see him wear it.

"I.. no. Just nervous." You say. "I'm worried I might cry and make a fool out of myself." You say with a laugh, and Jungkook chuckles, placing a reassuring and warm hand on your upper arm.

"It's fine. I've seen grown man cry like kids on this stretcher before." He casually says. "Don't worry; I won't think any less of you just because of some tears." He says with a smile, and you nod, turning your head to look at his room's walls instead; covered in drawings, sketches, and pictures of finished works he was most proud of. "Do you want anything to hold onto?" He asks, as he starts to shave the skin of your thigh to make sure he can work as best as possible. He's so into his work, so concentrated on doing everything perfect, that he doesn't even take much into account that you're laying in only your panties and oversized sweater; skirt neatly placed on a chair in the corner of the room, to get it out of the way.

"It's fine" You mumble, although you really want to. So instead you curl your fingers around the fabric of your sweater- something that doesn't go unnoticed by Jungkook, who decides not to comment on it for now. He simply throws the one-time razor away as well as the tissues used to clean your skin, before he carefully places the tracing paper onto where he seems fit.

"I think it would look great right here." He says lowly, carefully removing the paper to reveal the lines he's gonna trace with his gun in a few minutes. "You wanna look at it again?" He asks, and you shake your head. "Alright." He says, before he gets up and walks out his room; only to return with your small squishy and round unicorn plush that's usually sitting on your desk. "To hold onto." He winks, and you chuckle at that.

Jungkook really pays attention.

"So, Taehyung has told me you're a bit younger than me." Jungkook says to start casual chit-chat, trying to help your nervousness as his tattoo-gun starts to buzz to live. "Only a Year if I remember correctly." He says, and you nod.

"Yeah.." You say, and can't hide your dissapoinment flooding your voice. Jungkook, until now, only had relationships with girls older than him. He's even said before that he just likes having someone older than him around- which made you even more nervous around him.

"You sound upset about that." He chuckles, and gently holds onto your thigh as you jump a bit when he first presses the tip of the gun down. "Sorry. I'll be gentle." He lowly tells you, and you swallow.

Not the time Y/N, not the time.

"Uhm.." You say, fingers digging into the squishy plush in your hands. "I.. there's someone I like, but he.. only likes older girls, so.." You say, and Jungkook glances at you. You're already interested in someone? He continues to trace the lines, wiping afterwards to get the excess ink and blood off. "But I mean, then again I don't think I have a chance with him anyways." You chuckle, and Jungkook can't help but shake his head. Even if you're interested in someone else, he shouldn't let you have thoughts like that.

"Highly doubt that." He says. "If he doesn't see you, he's blind." He tells you, and you giggle, glad that he's able to make you feel a bit better about everything. "I'm serious." He says, and you nod at that, watching his inked arm flex every now and then as he draws with absolute concentration; black facemask hiding half of his face. You can see the way his eyebrows furrow, eyes fixated on his work as he moves with absolute routine. "Do I know the guy?" He casually asks, before he dips the tip of his gun in the tiny pot of ink again.

You don't know what to say.

He looks at you for a second, and decides not to dig. "You don't have to tell me. Sorry if I seemed nosy; didn't mean to." He apologizes, and you shake your head to let him know its fine. It's quiet for a moment afterwards, only the buzzing of his gun and your occasional whine of pain. "Sorry; it'll hurt a bit more now since I'm getting close to your inner thigh- that's always a little more sensitive." He comments, and you really hope he doesn't pay much attention to your panties.

When you can see his eyes stick to them for a second, you really want to just disappear.

He doesn't comment on it though. What is he suppsosed to say? He really doesn't want to make you uncomfortable, and considering that you already have a crush on someone else, he doesn't want to get himself in too deep as well. He simply works away, finally finishing the thin and delicate outlines of your piece- the first step, before he will see you again for color and shading. He finally connects the last line, and doesn't think twice about what he says next.

"Good girl."

It takes a second that feels way too long for the both of you to register the words, and Jungkook quickly occupies himself with turning off his gun and cleaning up your skin and his workspace to get the awkwardness out of his room. You try to instantly stand up, but his palm holds onto your leg- silently ordering you to stay put, which you do. He rubs something over the piece, before he gently lifts your leg to wrap it. "I'll give you a bottle of lotion for it. Leave that bandage on for.. I'd say until tomorrow morning at least. Afterwards, apply the lotion everyday to help it heal properly." He lectures you with a gentle voice, before letting you sit up.

"Thanks." You say, grinning eagerly at the now hidden artwork on your leg. Jungkook chuckles.

"We're not done yet, but I'll take it." He says. "I uh.." He starts, as you jump off the stretcher and go to take on your skirt. "uhm, you up for some fast food?" He asks, a bit hurried, before he can chicken out again. And he hates himself for a moment, because you had literally told him just half an hour before that you already had interest in someone else. But maybe you were too innocent to get his innuendo, maybe you wouldn't get that he was asking you on a date-

"Like a date?" You ask, and he really wants to hit himself.

"I mean, if you want it to be?" He says, swallowing as he averts his gaze, a sight very weird. His hand runs through his hair, chain around his neck and piercings on his ears clattering against each other and making sounds as he moves, his combat boots nervously tapping the floor a little. "It doesn't have to be.. I know you're already-"

"I'd love to." You say however, now fully dressed again, as you grin with your bright sparkling eyes.

And Jungkook feels like he's won the lottery.

It's your third time laying on Jungkooks' stretcher like this- waiting for him to work on your art, finishing it today. But the energy is different.

Things are different between you two in general.

After some casual movie dates and rounds of overwatch, Jungkook had admitted to you that he had a crush. It was rushed, while he was driving, so he didn't have to look at you and instantly get hit by your reaction. But then, you had told him that you felt the same- and the two of you agreed to let things process from then on. Whatever would happen; you would let happen.

And Jungkook was starting to flirt with you.

It was a little weird to get close to him like that. While everyone seeing you two was a little taken aback- with your dresses and skirts, and colorful and almost childish personality, he seemed like the absolute opposite- quiet, all dark and dangerous while carrying your milkshake so you could put your phone away into your purse.

"Alright doll, let's finish this." He said with newfound enthusiasm, winking at you as you laughed at his demeanor.

"You seemed more excited than me!" You say, and he chuckles. "You're really desperate to have me gone?" You say in a playfully upset tone, and he simply huffs out a breath, before cockily looking at you for a second.

"That's not true." He says. "I'd just rather have you laid out somewhere else than in my studio, that's all." He casually says, and you shut your mouth at that, cheeks red as he laughs at your cute display of embarrassment. He routinely prepares your skin, before he starts his gun. "Too much?" He asks, and you know he's not talking about the pressure of his ink filled gun on your skin.

"No-" You start, and he now seriously speaks to you, voice a bit muffled through his facemask.

"Please tell me if I ever make you uncomfortable." He says. "You're not upsetting me if you tell me I'm going to far." He says, and you nod, knowing that he now needs a proper answer. Jungkook is way more attentive and romantic than people may think he is. He's a gentleman pulled out of a dictionary- careful and gentle with you, and always keen on getting to know you for you, and not for the person you like to portray yourself as. He wants to know what you like, what you don't like, what you dream of, and what you hate about yourself.

"Don't worry- I will." You say, watching him work on your skin. "Jungkook?" You ask, and he hums a reply to let you know he's listening. "Is it okay if I sleep?" You ask, and he chuckles.

"Didn't I tell you not to stay up for too long before I left yesterday?" He teasingly retorts back to you, and you pout at him- with no hard feelings behind it. He had left last night after eating with you for dinner at your place; and he did indeed tell you to go to sleep a little earlier since he knew you would have an early shift today, opening up the store. "I'm really tempted to say no." He says, eyes now on your skin again as he dips the tip of his gun in a pot of color. "You know, as punishment for not listening." He mumbles, and you almost don't catch it.

Almost.

"Jungkook?" Taehyung stands in his doorway, finally finding him sitting at his desk. "Oh?" He says in a surprised tone, spotting your sleeping figure on his coworkers lap- head resting against the inside of his shoulder, with your arms around his middle.

"Yeah?" Jungkook asks, not at all shy or fazed by the fact that Taehyung is looking at you. "What is it?" He asks again, as Taehyung smiles, giving the younger man his small booklet that you usually give him every morning.

"Nothing left for today." He said. "Just wanted to tell you good work and send you home." The older one explains, zipping up his own jacket. "Guess she'll be coming with you?" He asks teasingly, but Jungkook doesn't bite the bait at all.

"Yeah. Don't burn the house down while we're gone, you two. " He says, slipping the booklet into his pocket before he pats your back. "Come on doll, let's go home." He tells you, waking you up at least enough to put on your shoes and lead you out the store to his car.

He buckles your seatbelt as the engine comes alive, radio playing its tune softly in the background as he drives you home. "You awake doll?" He asks, and you nod your head, turning towards him with barely open eyes. "You haven't had anything proper to eat today, so I'll make us some ramen at my place, ok?" He asks, and you nod, before your eyebrows scrunch up. "What is it?" He chuckles, and you now grow more awake.

"Wait- but if we eat at yours then you're gonna have to drive me home late." You say, and he shrugs. "Noo, Kook, what if you crash the car because you're sleepy?" You tell him with a whine, genuinely concerned for him, as he has the audacity to laugh. "Kookie, it's not funny I swear to god-!" You say, and he apologizes.

"I mean." He starts, casually dropping what he had wanted to ask you for a couple of weeks now. "You could always just stay over." He tells you, and you look at him, meeting his gaze at the red light he stops at, his head turned towards you for a moment until the lights turn green again.

"We.. would have to stop at mine so I could get some stuff though.." You mumble, and Jungkook looks at you with newfound enthusiasm, setting his turning lights to enter a different road.

It's in a parking lot that you first unintentionally confront him with your biggest insecurities and flaws.

You've tripped over a stray stone you didn't see laying on the ground, leading you to fall onto your hands and scraping your knees open. Just like any normal human being, you dust yourself off, instantly hoping that Jungkook inside the shop hadn't seen you fail at something so basic as walking. You had carried some of the items you two had bought into the car while also returning the shopping cart while he had payed- and by the look on his face, he had definitely seen you.

He wasn't laughing, or hiding his grin, or anything alike. He looked concerned, taking his card back from the cashier before walking out the store, jogging towards you, who sat in the open trunk, ready to get laughed at. Even though somewhere deep in your mind you didn't think he would, past experiences had led to you now having that fear, no matter with whom. "Are you okay?" Jungkook asks, looking at you as he squats down to take a look at your bleeding knees. He reaches into one of the shopping bags, taking out a water bottle and a pack of tissues, before he wets it, one hand holding your leg by the backside of your knee, while the other carefully cleans the small wound. "You gotta be careful Baby." He chuckles a little- nothing like the laughter you had expected.

"I'm fine." You say, not looking up at him.

"It's okay to cry, you know?" He says, and you stay quiet, trying not to breathe too much as you desperately hold them back. "I won't laugh." He promises, deciding not to look at you as to give you a bit more space.

"People will stare though.." You quietly murmur towards him, and he finishes his job, before he goes to throw the now used tissue away in a nearby trashcan. When he returns, he's taking his jacket off, the item way too large on your form as he throws it over you, pulling the hood up as you look at him for the first time since your little accident, eyes sparkling with unshed tears when he pulls the sides of the hood towards him a little. "There." He says, a reassuring smile on his face. "Now no one can see you but me." He tells you. "And I will never, ever, laugh at you." He promises, and pulls your head against his chest, as you start to let go.

He really hates to see you cry- but he's glad that you're letting him in enough to let him see you this way.

Jungkook is frustrated.

He tries not to really show it, because he doesn't want to blow up in your face like that, but then again, you're kind of the reason he feels the way he does. Because even though he thought you both had a genuine connection, you're yet to let him touch you.

And not just hugging and holding hands.

It's not that he's impatient- its because he knows you, at one point, wanted him that way as well. But something happened, something he didn't notice, that made you take ten steps backwards from him. You seemed to be retreating, giving up, and he has no idea what he had done to make you react that way.

As far as he knows, he had done everything right.

But then he sees them; the messages sent back and forth between you and Hana, a returning customer at the shop- well known to flirt with everyone around here. Jungkook himself had actually considered hooking up with her once a year back, simply to make her shut up, but then again, he wasn't into one-night-stands. And she had never truly been his type anyways.

'Ah yeah, just re-schedule that then, I don't mind at all! Just make sure we have enough time together, since we haven't had time to catch up on things recently, if you know what I mean.' She had sent, a week ago; exactly the timeframe you had started to distance yourself. He knew he shouldn't look into it, but then again- this was his business too. He had the right to know.

'Sure? I can give you an appointment at around 4 PM then, so you'll be the last one. Would that be okay with you? Again, sorry for re-scheduling on such short notice.' You had written, and Jungkook can't decide if you had been oblivious to her implication (which was bullshit), or if you were simply too polite to call her out. But it's the next messages that make him fume.

'Again, no troubles. As I said, I only care that its Jungkookie, I don't really trust anyone else with my body that way ;). 4 PM is perfect, you guys still close at around 6 PM right? He's got skilled hands, I'm sure we don't need much more time, if you know what I mean.' she has the audacity to write.

But its your answer that makes him fume.

'Good to know.'

"Jungkook?" You say, looking at the screen, as you suddenly dash forwards, trying to shut the screen off- as if that would make any difference. But he catches your wrist with ease, holding it in his palm as he looks at you.

"Do you think I'm sleeping with her?" He asks, and you try to escape his grasp; and he lets you, staying at your workspace however as he keeps you locked in place with his gaze. "Y/N." He urges, making you look away from him.

"It's none of my business." You say, shrugging. "I.. No, it's-" You start, but he cuts you off.

"No, finish that sentence. 'No' what?" He says, and you've never heard him talk like that.

"I just.. didn't think you'd.. do that." You meekly say, murmuring it as he tilts your head gently upwards to look at him; his face now more relaxed as he softly smiles.

"That's good that you think that way." He tells you. "Because I don't do that at all." He says. "She likes to start drama all the time- was probably bitter I turned her down so much. You know what?" He suddenly says, turning towards the screen as he clicks to change the account, opening his own Inbox as he starts to write an E-Mail.

'Appointment is cancelled, be glad I'm not suing you for defamation. JK.'

"Jungkook-" You say, trying to get him not to send it- but it's already gone. "Why would you do that? Just because I misunderstood?" You whine, and he chuckles, shutting down the system as he looks at the clock, signaling that it's closing time.

"No." He says. "But because I don't want her around anyways, and this gives me a proper reason." He tells you, ruffling your hair as he looks at you. "You coming?" He asks, and you nod, taking your bag and coat before following him out the shop.

In the car, you finally speak up. "Jungkook?" You ask, and he hums out a reply. "Do you.. think I'm attractive?" You ask, and he clears his throat at the unexpected question.

"I- what?" He asks, unsure what you mean.

"Just.. Namjoon said, that he thinks you.. see me as a friend only? Because I'm nothing like the girls you dated before.. If I misunderstood something here then Oh my god-" You start to ramble, and Jungkook laughs suddenly.

"You think I'm not into you?" He asks, and you shrug. "Of course I want to fuck you doll." He casually comments, and you can't help but feel your cheeks redden. "Wait- did you really think I didn't?" He asks, face showing genuine horror as he looks over at you.

"I mean.. you never really initiated anything so I thought.." You started, and he groans out.

Thank god you're staying the night.

"Looks so pretty, does it?" He hums out, palm running over the tattoo on your thigh, delicate lines and well-placed shadings complimenting the colors perfectly. "You know why I love it most?" He starts, hand suddenly gripping the flesh for a moment, before he pulls you closer on his lap by the small of your back. "Because that's mine." He says, before he leans in, placing an open mouthed kiss against your pulse. "The ink that's under your skin, the design, the idea-" He mumbles against your skin. "And the body it's drawn on." You whine at his tone, dark and low, as he urges you back and forth on his clothed thigh- your panties suddenly feeling uncomfortable. "Isn't it like that, baby?" He asks, and you nod, furiously, and he chuckles. "Hm, you seem out of breath baby.." He grins at you, like a predator.

"Jungkook.." You whine, not knowing what you're asking for.

He wordlessly moves, helping you lay down on his bed before he crawls over you, his lips instantly attached to the skin of your neck, hands helping you out of your dress wordlessly, as he can't help but let his gaze linger on your body for a moment. "I can't believe that-" He says, pulling off your overknee socks. "-you'd ever think of yourself anything less than perfect." He says, placing a gentle kiss to the colorful image now forever placed under your skin by his skilled hands. He continues to display his affection over your skin, wandering over your stomach up to your chest, where he playfully bites just above your breast. He struggles with the front of your bra for a second, unsure how to open the undergarment without breaking it, as you help a little; letting them spring free. But only for a moment.

Because in the next, he's got them in his hands, palms gently moving over them, feeling their softness as he groans. "You're so sweet." he comments, as he finally kisses your lips, smile interrupting him every now and then. "So soft." Another kiss. "So delicate." Another one. "And all mine, yeah?" He asks, and you nod, smiling as he grins back, the expression making him look so young and carefree you can't help but wonder how anyone could ever think he's a bad man.

He's anything but.

He's so careful touching you, so delicate in moving his palms over your skin, as if its the most divine thing he's ever felt. He's still smiling, as if in a trance, while he can't stop kissing you. Your hands move into his hair- way softer than you thought it would be, and he groans into your mouth at the feeling of your fingers running over his scalp.

There's no urgency in anything he does.

He slowly moves again, hands opening your legs for him as he sits back on his heels, playfully pulling you closer by the backs of your knees, making you giggle. "You sound so sweet baby." He tells you, innocently, as if he's not currently placing his hand onto your center, ring finger collecting your already leaking wetness before he spreads it, moving his thumb over your most sensitive bundle of nerves while his ring finger enters you slowly. You whine at the feeling, not enough to get you as riled up as you'd like to be. Also; this is the first time you're genuinely experiencing foreplay. You don't know what to do- and Jungkook seems to pick up on that. "You good?" He asks, and you nod.

"I.." You say, breathless as he tilts his head, smile still present on his lips. "What should I do?" You ask, as his eyes widen.

"You?" He wonders, before he stops for a moment. "Don't tell me- this is your first time?" He asks, now genuinely worried he might've gone too fast.

"No.." You admit. "But uhm.. no one's ever, like.. you know, what you're doing.." You say, and that's when it clicks for him.

What kind of guys did you date before him that never gave you any attention like this? He's upset by it, but also weirdly cheered on by that simple fact; it gives him even more reason to make sure you'll get the most out of it. "Ah, I see.." He humms out, letting another finger stretch your entrance for him. "..well, I'm not like that." He explains, before he moves, face now close to your center- and you're unsure what he's going to do. "Trust me." He says, mumbles out, before his tongue places itself flat onto your clit, licking painfully slow as you move your hands over your mouth, trying to keep your noises in. "nuh-uh baby." He scolds, free hand pulling yours away. "Let me hear you." He demands, before he places his mouth back where it was.

Your mind is completely blank at this moment, the only thing you can really concentrate on being Jungkook, working you up so quickly you feel dizzy. It's new, and it's a little weird- but it's more than anything you've ever experienced before. And it brings you towards your end so suddenly you suddenly gasp out, back arching off the mattress as you grab at the sheets below, one hand grasping for Jungkooks, who lets you ride out your high to its fullest. "So pretty." He comments after wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, smiling at your blissed out state.

"Kook-" You say, moving as you sit up, less shy now that your brain is still clouded by pleasure.

"Ah- you don't have to." He tells you, but you shake your head, and he lets you. He slips out of his clothes, finally bare, and you would've taken time to look at all the different pieces of art decorating his body- if it wasn't for his cock, red and ready in front of you. Usually, you would've let your insecurities and doubts get the best of you. But this was Jungkook. And you wanted to really believe that nothing you would do could ever be judged by him. So there was no hesitation as your hands reached out for him, gently moving, before you took him in, your lips wrapping themselves around his tip, before you moved downwards, fitting as much as you comfortably could. Meanwhile, Jungkook himself was steadying himself with one hand on the mattress, while the other was buried into your hair, his own head thrown back as he closed his eyes.

Of course he had fantasized about this every now and then; but he had never thought you'd actually be comfortable doing it. And even if- nothing he could've imagined would've ever compared to the real deal happening. There was something absolutely mindblowing about the way that you handled him, your sweet and pretty presence looking so divine doing such a sinful act with him. He had to pull you off by your hair, gently, because any more, and he would've been a goner. "G-Good god baby." He chuckles, pushing you a bit so you were on your back again, reaching for his bedside table to search for a condom. "I swear to god if I- HAH!" He tells you in victory, hands making quick work of opening the foil package and wrapping the safety over his length. "I swear I would've run out butt naked to buy one if I wouldn't have found this." He says with a grin, making you laugh.

"That's weird." You comment, and he chuckles, entering you slowly as to not hurt you, his breathing labored as he still kept the lighthearted energy going.

"You think?" He asks, and you nod, giggling as your eyes close, the feeling of him filling you up too good to keep them open. "Hm no." He said breathlessly. "Would've probably put on some pants maybe." He says, before he starts thrusting. "Doesn't matter if it means I'd get to fuck you." He says, and you giggle again.

"Kook!" You scold him, and he still continues to thrust into you, exhaling forcefully as he kisses your neck.

"What?" He whines high pitched as if to imitate you.

"Be serious!" You tell him, but can't help your own smile either.

"Oh, why though?" He says. "We're making love, not war baby." He whispers into your ear, and you still laugh at it.

"I can't believe you!" You complain playfully, moaning out when he suddenly thrusts with more force, obscene noises now interrupting you two as he picks up his pace, clenching his jaw.

"And-" He starts. "I can't believe how fucking good you feel." He presses out, hand now reaching between the two of you as he brings you towards an earth-shattering orgasm, making you mewl as you can feel yourself bursting. "Good girl!" He praises, watching as you squirt all over him, his own orgasm hitting him soon after as he grunts out, finally slowing down until he stills completely, his mouth attached to your neck to place gentle kisses and teasing bites near your pulse point.

"I love you." He mumbles out, and your eyes sting.

Because yeah, you love him- you absolutely do, but hearing it from him, hearing it in such an honest and warm-hearted tone, having this final proof of his own feelings towards you, makes you emotional. "Baby, why're you crying?" He chuckles out of breath, wiping your tears as you smile, and finally look at him with glossy eyes.

"Cause I love you too." You say. "So much."

And he can't help but grin at you.

You really are the sweetest thing.

You watch as Hana walks out of Taehyungs studio, arm wrapped up in clear foil as she walks towards your counter, pulling out her purse. "Taehyung agreed on 345." She says, until Taehyung yells another number out of his studio, making her eyes roll. She wasn't supposed to come back- but Taehyung had agreed to finish her piece at least. "Alright, here you go." She says, watching as you counted the money. "Does Jungkook work today?" She asks, and you nod. "I'm just gonna go say hi then. You can finish the receipt yeah?" She says overly sweet, and you're about to tell her that Jungkook doesn't want anyone entering without his permission, but he's already walking out his studio, black sweater and silver necklaces on full display as he walks towards you. "Jungkookie!" Hana exclaims, but her face drops almost chomically as she watches Jungkook walk up behind you, placing a kiss on your bare shoulder as he looks over it onto your screen.

"Oh, looks like I'm done for the day. You need anything Hana?" He asks innocently, one hand on your desk while the other rests on your chair behind your back.

"I- just wanted to apologize for uhm.. the emails. I didn't know you'd read them." She says, and you slowly close all programs, while Jungkooks humms out something.

"Yeah, I figured." He says, before he shakes his head. "As I said, I'm letting it go. No hard feelings." He says, shrugging, before he walks towards his studio again, stopping in his tracks for a second. "Ah, baby, can you text Jin-Hyung and ask him if we can come now? I'm actually starving I swear." He says, and you nod with red cheeks, pulling out your phone.

"Huh." Comes from Hana, as she takes the receipt from you. "I honestly.. would've never thought." She mumbles, before she simply leaves, without any more words.

Yeah. You would've honestly never thought either.

(c)Bonny-Kookoo. Please consider supporting me on Ko-Fi.com/bonnykookoo. Thank you for reading.

[leviiattacks]

Seven minutes in Heaven with Physics Major Levi

author note :: i lost the ask but anon i do not know what this is. reading it sounded better in my head but physics major levi with reader who likes him is that a good description???? HM ANYWAY enjoy it’s not too great i’ve been revising nonstop for exams but i might as well have finished this off for the anon who requested it :-)

word count :: 2.5k probably... hm who knows maybe 3k

when you and levi become friends it’s definitely unexpected to say the least. everyone is naturally very confused by the peculiar pairing. levi doesn’t really... go out of his way to befriend anyone really??? so for him to approach you in the middle of the library and start talking about how he noticed you shared a class together was out of the ordinary

the flow of the conversation is a little awkward at first, you’re revising for a final exam and don’t really appreciate the disruption but you’re not confident enough to tell him to leave.

at one point an awkward silence drifts between the two of you until he points out you’ve completely RUINED your notes and have been looking over the wrong lectures for the up and coming physics exam

later on into the night levi’s stood sighing next to you. he tells you to take your pick from the pot noodle section — “hey, i know we literally just met but i’m telling you a chicken pot noodle is gonna make you feel better.”

you’re so distraught that he has to pick it up for you and pay

and that is how you and levi become friends !!!

if it’s of any relevance yes you passed the final (all because of levi giving you his organised binder full of notes and telling you to make use of it)

you know it just sorta happens but through all of the all nighters you’ve pulled with levi by your side you become used to his presence nearby. in fact most of the the time it’s difficult to even find you anywhere without him. you’re both practically joined at the hip

levi’s pretty protective of you, hates the whole party scene but is willing to tag along if you’re going. at first you think it’s because he feels more comfortable stepping out of his comfort zone if you’re there with him but his intentions become more evident later on

any time someone makes you uncomfortable he’s by your side, if you happen to get into any sort of trouble he’s the person people call to help you because who else knows you the way levi does?

currently you and levi are at another party, you tend to keep to yourself and only ever talk to your close friends. it’s also not like you to partake in games, you’re far too nervous to play anything like seven minutes in heaven but for some reason you find yourself wanting to take part JUST this once

maybe it’s the fear of never making fun memories to tell your future children about

then again why on earth would you be telling your children about your experience kissing a random man in a closet??

either way, participating shouldn’t hurt!!! you’ve got to loosen up a little!!!

levi’s a little surprised you agree to play nevertheless he still sits next to you, the both of you have your legs crossed on the floor, your knees are touching and you aren’t sure if he feels the same warm sensation that you feel. it bubbles in the pit of your stomach – you feel oddly content

“levi!! anyone you want the bottle to land on ???” hange a mutual friend of yours leans in handing him the glass bottle

levi gives the bottle a disgusted look before his gaze flicks over to you.

“i’m only here because of y/n, i ‘m not playing.”

that doesn’t satisfy hange and they begin to groan complaining that he can’t stay unless he spins the bottle

“look you don’t have to do anything in the closet, okay??” hange’s begging him at this point, he’s still holding up pretty well and for some reason you’re disappointed. it’s almost like you hoped he’d spin the bottle just so it would land on you

levi takes notice of your frown and guesses you want him to be included, he isn’t one for games like these but if it’ll make you happy so be it. there’s still the chance it’ll land on you and his thought process falters for a second.

he thinks he really wouldn’t mind if the bottle landed on you and so he ends up nodding and agreeing to play.

anyway it’s not as if he isn’t guilty of imagining the two of you being a little more than friends

ok wait!!!! it’s completely innocent HE SWEARS!!!!

he’s never told you about it but sometimes he thinks if he was a little more straightforward that day at the library and asked for your number MAYBE just MAYBE his intentions would be clearer and he wouldn’t be stuck in the friend zone for this long

he should’ve used a stupid physics pick up line he knows you love those

something like – “i’m attracted to you more than an electron’s attracted to a proton.”

or maybe — “i’d fall for you even in the absence of gravity”

ok... maybe you wouldn’t have got that one considering you were revising the wrong content and probably forgot about that topic

he can’t imagine himself saying those things but if it would make you finally see him as a potential love interest and not a best friend he wouldn’t mind having to force it out

but still it’s not really a secret that levi has a soft spot for you, literally everyone can see it. when has he ever gone out of his way to save a seat for anyone? when has he ever willingly gone to a party? WHEN has levi actually let someone lay their head on his shoulder??

he only ever let’s you do that stuff

let’s actually discuss the head on his shoulder thing!!!

whenever finals approach you’re always sucked in by huge amounts of work and barely get to sleep, levi’s always hovering over your shoulder reminding you to catch a few hours but of course you don’t listen. you think you’ll be just fine if you rely on an energy drink and two hours of sleep to get by

but levi knows you better than you know yourself. it’s hour seven into the day and you’re already dozing off in your seat. slowly but gradually your head tilts forward. levi’s sitting across you contemplating whether or not he should prop your head back up like a nice friend would or if he should wait for you to smack your forehead right into the solid oak table.

he ends up making his decision last minute, your head flies towards the table and if it were anyone else he’d just let them jolt awake from the harsh impact but it’s you and his body won’t let him ignore you.

on reflex his hand flies out and in the matter of a split second he’s holding your head back. he’s surprised you haven’t woken up and he’s even more surprised he bothered to help you

before that happens levi knows he likes you, he knows he enjoys your company, he’s aware you make him happy but he thinks he’s willing to just be friends with you because clearly you don’t want to pursue anything.

you haven’t even flirted with him before aside from the witty “you remind me of an exothermic reaction” joke that you made one time

oh and there’s also the additional fact that you had a boyfriend up until quite recently so he’s sure you don’t see him romantically

honestly he’s fine with not dating you but something about seeing you overwork yourself like that has him simmering in anger. if he were your boyfriend he would have forced you into bed whether you liked it or not

if he were your boyfriend he’d never break up with you because he “found someone better.” he can’t even manage to imagine anyone better than you.

levi shuffles into the seat next to yours and places your head onto his shoulder. a few students shoot him questioning looks but the deadly glare he sends back is enough to deter them from coming any closer

it’s a little funny actually, by the time you wake up you’re rubbing at your eyes, you don’t even notice how close levi is to you until his hot breath fans across your neck. it seems like he’s dozed off whilst trying to make notes on fluid dynamics

wait

levi. right. next. to. your. neck.

should you move????

no, he might wake up he barely sleeps and you don’t want to mess up his schedule even more

that day you choose to drift off back to sleep as if you never woke up to his breath against your neck.

“OHHHH LEVI LANDED ON Y/N????”

your head shoots up NOW you’ve completely been dragged away from your thoughts.

“lucky for you both. guess you won’t have to do anything and stand there for seven minutes. told ya levi there was nothing to worry about B-)”

hange without warning pulls you both up by your arms, you’ve yet to see levi’s reaction, you’re too stunned to have noticed his slack jaw or wide eyes

“HAVE FUN!”

and with that said and done you and levi are shoved into the cleaning closet

“well, i’m glad it landed on you. i won’t have to do anything.” levi seems happy as can be, you don’t really know why but it stings a little

he doesn’t even seem to stop for a second to wonder if you’d maybe want to do anything

are you just not his type ????

hange once told you levi liked organised people and well,, you’re anything but organised. you’d probably pass out from the work load of your physics lectures if not for levi always helping you out

scowling to yourself you try to ignore just how awkward the situation is until levi plops down on the floor in front of you

“you okay?” he asks looking genuinely concerned

“i- yeah i’m good.”

your eyes dart away trying to look at anything but him. you can’t deny he looks good today, you actually helped him slick his hair back - the entire time he complained about the hair gel feeling weird but he looks great and now you can’t even stare at him for more than a second

“i’m guessing you’d have preferred if the bottle landed on someone else.”

leaning forward without even noticing it you aggressively deny what he says. “NO!!! i like being stuck here with you.”

levi looks stunned by your outburst but nods “oh, did you feel pressured to join the game? we can leave if you want—”

“no, no i– you aren’t– oh god i mean, look. i can explain– do i need to explain???”

completely choking up in front of him and sputtering before slamming your lips shut and saying absolutely nothing is probably one of the most awkward things you’ve done in your ENTIRE existence

levi reaches out for your knee, something that’s usually seen as him being friendly only feels intimate tonight. his thumb strokes comforting circles into your skin. the situation doesn’t make it any better, essentially you’re meant to be making out with him right now

“is something bothering you?”

there it is again. that look. he only seems more concerned than before and you hate yourself for not even thinking about your friendship before you open your mouth.

“do you not want to kiss me because we’re best friends or is it something else?”

there it is. you’ve said it.

you see levi’s face contort from a mix of confusion to what looks like disgust then shock. screwing your eyes shut you know you’ve ruined everything now. he’s never going to speak to you, never going to approach you again. you’re mentally preparing for him to ditch you at this party right here right now

but then you notice his hand still steadily placed on your knee, he’s now stopped with the circles, his grip is bruising

“do you want me to kiss you?”

his question isn’t really expected, it helps you find the courage to look your best friend in the eye.

it’s pretty dark but you can still make out the familiar shadows of his face. the butterflies rush up from your stomach all the way to your throat.

mild regret fills you, usually his curtains obscure his piercing gaze but the way you’ve styled his hair gives him a better view of you, there’s nowhere for you to hide

not even stopping to think about the possibility of him teasing you right now, all you care about is telling him the truth. you’ve come all the way here you may as well finish off what you’ve started

“would you be mad if i said i’d like it if you did?”

levi doesn’t need any more confirmation than that, he swoops in yanking you by your waist. his knees are still pressed against the floor and so you find yourself leaning down into his mouth and craning your neck downwards

his chest is completely pressed against yours. the drumming of your heart is so loud you feel self conscious but levi’s soft lips moving against yours distract you from that

not even ten seconds in and you feel out of breathe but not in an overwhelming way. levi’s pace isn’t at all what you imagined it to be like. he’s soft and slow yet calloused and rough around the edges, some how he still manages to make the kiss sweet

his left hand leisurely travels to the small of your back, the other hand now caresses your cheek. his fingertips are anything but soft but the way he handles you is tender and endearingly delicate.

you smile into the kiss and almost instantly levi’s lips tug upwards too. his take on seven minutes in heaven is quite easily the most romantic thing you’ve been subjected to. instead of a passionate make out you’ve been given a honeyed introduction to a new side of him

the kiss ends much quicker than you anticipate, you open your mouth to whine and convince levi that the two of you should still have a solid minute left before hange returns but he presses his index finger against your lips

“later. i promise.” his voice is heavy and if his blushed cheeks are anything to go by he’s thoroughly enjoyed your session together

at his reassurance you comply and take the time to have a better look at him

his lips are wet – some of your lip gloss has clearly stuck to him. his hair isn’t as well styled as it was before, seeing him like this makes you feel a surge of confidence. you know you did that to him.

so... what is someone to do with a sudden boost in confidence?

hit your new possible love interest with a pick up line :-) !!!

“heyyy so i know the spring constant of my mattress, would you be interested in taking some data with me?”

slapping your shoulder lightly he’s yet to gain his composure back, levi’s genuinely out of breathe now trying to steady himself and your comment doesn’t do him any favours that’s for sure

“my god you have no sham–”

without warning the door to your left swings open you and levi flinch trying to scramble away from eachother only to fail, hange marches in before stopping dead in their tracks.

all they see is levi knelt in front of you, hair disheveled huffing like his life depends on it

then their focus shifts to you, you’re sure some of your makeup has smudged and the entire scenario looks suspicious

levi seems as if he’s about to warn hange to not tell anyone and keep this a secret for now but they sprint away before any of you have the opportunity to ask for some privacy

not even ten seconds later a collision can be heard alongside a series of thuds and then hange’s yelling towards the end of the hallway “GUYS??? THEY ACTUALLY DID IT???”

for some reason the cheers coming from the living room warm your heart

you guess your friends figured out the direction of your relationship long before you and levi did :-)

[sauvechouris]

Tagged by @demoiselledefortune, thank you ^^ I... may have started this last monday and procrastinated to the point i had to edit some of the answers, oops.

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fave colour: green, blue, and purple

currently reading: Si nous étions adultes / Even though we’re adults / Otona ni natte mo by Takako Shimura. I’ve just finished volume 4 (as of today-today not last monday), in time for volume 5 this month. It’s maybe not for everyone since the premise is about adultery, but i’m enjoying the way it shows many sides of a messy situation. (One of the protagonists got married pretty much just to not be unmarried anymore because christmas cake, she’s been ignoring/repressing her attraction to women since at least high school, and when suddenly, one evening where her husband isn’t there, a pretty lady chats her up at a bar, it unlocks some stuff for her. That’s valid, it’s sympathetic, but it’s also completely unfair to her husband and the lady who’s got it bad for her, and they all know it - including all her in-laws.) Plus, as the title says, the main characters are adults (35), which is not the most common thing in yuri, so i appreciate it.

Technically i’m also 3/4th of the way into a book about H.PI and hy.persensibility (that curiously makes very little mention of a.dh.d despite titling itself with and overusing the word “hyper”) but i paused it and now can’t make myself get back to it.

 ...and at the same time, i’ve slowly (because it’s mostly very short chapters, so it’s easy to pick up and put down) been reading S€x Education 120%, which sounds like a po/rn title (and being published by Taifu (/Ototo) doesn’t help), but is, in fact, about sex ed for girls, and pretty modern about it? constantly amused by that :D (wlw-inclusive too, + no chapter about it yet but they’ve namedropped asexuality, so i’m hoping for something in volume 3.) And i’ve been slowly getting Les c@rnets de l’apothicaire after reading a friend’s copies, so i’m rereading these as i buy them (and having a lot of fun with them, love the protag’s mix of being observant but mostly uninterested and unimpressed with her courtly environment, very down to earth, but a bit of a gremlin for poisonous stuff - even the slow setting up of the eventual m/f romance is fun, it’d been a while since that happened for me!), and i randomly picked up the last Fitz trilogy again, by the middle to reread specific bits of it, but i’ve reread them now and i keep going back to it anyway. j’arrête quand je veux etc

So, a bit all over the place. Plus some fic. Meanwhile, my actual to-read pile is staring in judgement from its undisturbed corner.

last song: (last monday:) Shin jidai wa kono mirai da sekaijuu zenbu kaeteshimaebaaaa 🎶 (thanks to @soveryanon who shared Ado’s songs in the latest OP movie, i’ve been stuck on them since because w o w (even though i know pretty much nothing about OP, it’s not even a “real” proxy fandom that i watch pass by and wave at when it does, stop making it sound appealing when i can’t stand the artstyle...))

As of today : the Keiko and Am@Lee covers of Synchronicity, thanks to this art yesterday.

last series: ...I’m. not very good at watching series. at all. But if the question means the last one i watched in its entirety, that’s the first cour of Spy family, if it means one i’m following it’s the current Pokémon anime (loosely), and if it means the last i watched an episode of, that’s Pokémon too but a different era of it. (I do want to watch the Man me a sand show, it’s just a matter of making myself believe there are enough hours in a day to watch one (1) episode and then executing the function.)

last movie: a rewatch of PMMM Rebellion story, i think? if rewatches don’t count, that’d be... the red panda movie...? i’m not a big movie watcher either

currently working on: making a character from a friend’s rp. I’ve never done that and have spent a good few days overthinking, even though, from what i understand, what we have to do is not complex by rp standards. ^^”” Finally found a name (last monday), now i need some more setting info from her, and to decide if i want to be practical or Mustang-on-a-rainy-day level of comically inefficient when it comes to abilities. (Still the case today.)

Also trying to see if i can trick google into letting me buy the FEH sparks, which is very frustrating both because i don’t like wanting to give money to the gacha, even if at least it’s for something guaranteed, and because it’s not working. (which is for the better, but ugh, unfair practices.)

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share 10 different favorite characters from ten different pieces of media in no particular order, then tag 10 people 🎥🎬📺

1. Fitz 😔 (L’Assassin royal) - disaster, life ruiner, still the best example i’ve seen so far of how real first-person pov can feel and how saying that Literature is differencied from genre fiction by ‘having something to say about human nature’ is bullshit

2. Tohru (Fruba) - I can’t not pick her, and i can’t be objective about it. But in my heart i’m also picking Yuki and an armful of others (and nodding at you for Shigure).

3. Soren (FE) - He’s a very empathetic young man a bitch, he’s gay, he has a Fruba-level backstory that ripped my heart out even though i still don’t have the confirmation that what’s going on is going on, he’s a tactician who thought that spitting racist slurs at a giant (and very sweet) tiger unprovoked was a sound idea, I love him and want to read all the fic about him but first i have to actually finish his games

4. NHS (MDZS) - a bitch too, very pretty, and characters being more clever or capable than they appear works well on me. Plus i read mdzs fresh off of Berseria and he did a brother revenge, who else was i supposed to fixate on.

5. Homura (PMMM) - /*lies down* Rebellion... episode 10 too of course but Rebellion...........

6. Velvet (Tales.of Berseria) - /*points at the mess that is her handling of her grief, trauma and revenge* she has so many problems, and the story slaps her in the face with all of them (and sometimes it makes for the best moments /*puts on True will*). single-handedly responsible for my pick of mdzs fave because she’d given me many emotions about characters out for revenge for their family, while doing character work about it that mdzs didn’t have the space (or interest) to do with a last-chapter twist reveal. also i’m gay

7. Haruko Daichi (Shimanami Tasogare / Eclat(s) d’âmes) - many emotions: happy&wlw edition. One of the emotions is that time she punched a wall hard enough that it left a mark in it and her wife framed it. Also everything else with walls, walls are good for metaphors in this manga ;v;

8. Tomoyo (CCS) - I forget who called her the cutest little lesbian who ever did lesbian, but they were right, + positive unrequited crushes are a direct ticket to my heart. May we all have it together like she does when dealing with that and may we all have a fraction of her productivity, holy shit

9. i refuse to choose between members of the original (= pre-Tokyo) TRC family

10. not going to choose between Gilbert (blorbo, direct call-out for me) and Oz (very good character writing) either (Pandora Hearts)

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I never know who to tag either, but since this one mainly has questions where the answer must have changed even if one has done it before, it’s fine maybe : @autheane, @potahun, @sazandorable, @ezzoh, @runawaycarouselhorse, @littleragondin, and i already tagged Cass earlier - only if you want to, of course.

[mcmoth]

Dream SMP fandom etiquette

So. This post is probably too little, too late, considering the fandom and the issues I'm about to talk about have existed for so long now, and a lot of the people who need to hear this probably aren't on tumblr anyways, but I just wanted to dedicate a quick post to talk about fandom etiquette. Mostly pertaining to discourse, and interactions with people outside of our circle. These are just going to be my own personal thoughts, of course, but I felt it could be good to bring some of this to attention. So without further introduction:

Where to (not) talk about discourse:

Don't go into other streamer's vods to only focus about a different character. If you want to analyse, for example, c!Techno, do it in Techno's stream. Don't go into unrelated streams, like Tommy's, Tubbo's etc. to do it, even if they were a part of the event in question. This is, of course, with the exception if the character in question didn't stream their own pov. But otherwise, stay in your own space. This is to prevent cluttering a streamer's comments about unrelated discussion. To give further example: Tubbo's vod comments should primarily focus on Tubbo's character. Not Tommy's, Ranboo's, Techno's or whoever else's.

Don't start discourse in the comments of animatics. Seriously, stop that. Animatics aren't discussion boards. The comments are there to analyse and appreciate the video presented, not argue. It's especially rude if you pick a small detail, that wasn't even the focus of the animatic, or even a completely unrelated issue to rant out your frustrations about. To give examples: starting disc discourse in an animatic of Tommy talking to Wilbur, or rambling about how tragic Techno's character is in an animatic focused on clingy duo, etc.

This applies to fan songs as well.

Video essays are the exception to these rules. I think it's safe to say they're the place to bring your hot takes, if you really feel so inclined to argue in youtube comment sections (Though I'd personally advise to still keep the topic relevant).

Keep negativity out of fanfic comments. This isn't nearly as big of an issue as the last points, but I've seen it happen a couple times, so I'm deciding to mention it. Fanfics are written for fun. Even if you disagree with the characterisation or something else, unless the author is clear in accepting critique, keep criticism to yourself. And definitely don't rant about how you dislike a character unrelated to the fanfic. Sharing your thoughts on the fanfic itself is of course fine and welcomed, but when it turns from discussing the author's story to talking about how you dislike a character in canon, that's when it crosses a line. Example: comment talking about what you don't like about c!Tommy on a Bench Trio fanfiction.

When commenting on art, keep the feedback positive. Even if you dislike any presented character, keep that to yourself. Example: Don't say things like "I hate x character, but this art is good". You might think the author would feel honoured, but it's actually just hurtful.

How to deal with discourse:

This is gonna be a shorter section, because I think we all chose to do it in different ways, and that's valid. Also, it's just that I, myself, am still learning how to do this well, but I thought it could be good to try to lay it out anyways.

Try to scroll past takes you disagree with instead of arguing if you don't think you'd be able to keep your cool. Noone likes a random person yelling at them through a screen, and if you rant, you'll get an equally frustrated reply back, and noone will be happy. Either explain your point in a calm manner, or scroll past/ unfollow/block.

On the keeping cool thing, remember to just step away. Take a deep breath and calm yourself down before proceeding. To minimize the frustration you feel on a daily basis, filter tags, block people, avoid videos and youtube comment sections that you know will upset you, and leave certain internet spaces if you find yourself unable to escape negativity even with all those steps. Remember: in the end, it's all a game played by friends, a story, and your enjoyment of it lies in what you take from it. Abandon what makes you unhappy. Marie Kondo your fandom experience.

Also, here's your reminder, to whom this is relevant, to take care of yourself. Hydrate, eat, sleep, clean up, get fresh air, remember the things outside of all this. There's plenty to do outside of this fandom, and what you can do here can wait. There is no pressure, or obligation. Not for the content you create, not for the discussions you bring, not for responding to discourse, not for anything. Fandom is meant purely for fun, so take care <3

Interacting with people outside of the fandom:

This is something that I've seen a bit of talk about, and I thought I'd drop in my own thoughts on this as well. No matter the differences, we're all just trying to vibe, and I think these are important things to keep in mind to leave both sides better off:

Don't interact with hate posts. Just don't. You don't want to see them, they don't want to see you. Even if your response is lighthearted, their animosity is not. They will feel frustrated regardless, and the grudge will only grow. And if they're being agressive, calm discussion most likely won't happen even if you're being polite. Just leave it, please.

Correct misinformation calmly. I completely get how it can be frustrating to see blatant lies and all, but with our reputation, people will not listen if you're being antagonistic. Provide sources, explain, and leave it at that.

Don't be hateful, send death threats, or assume privilege or whatever else. That's stepping into the same shoes of the people you hate. Misunderstandings go both ways, and the fact of the matter is, I think most people who dislike DSMP, even the ones who are agressive about it, don't have their stance rooted in maliciousness. To expand on why the situation became what it is today, taken from a discussion on discord:

I think it's just a combination of Dream growing so insanely quickly + how internet spaces have changed over the years. When ccs like jackstepticeye or pewdiepie etc. grew popular, activism wasn't as prevalent and held to such importance. Now it's thankfully more talked about, but that also leads to Dream being more scrutinized in comparision. Add twitter trends and the general prevalence of the fandom, and you've got everyone feeling tired and frustrated and paranoid. People also tend not to fact check stuff, especially when it comes to celebrities and stuff they're not really interested in, so rumors spread fast.

And actually, I think there's absolutely valid reasons to be made uncomfortable by Dream SMP, either in it's creators, content or fandom, and there is, of course, stuff to criticise in general. The problem is the hate and misinformation and overexposure, but we are not going to solve any of that by being aggressive in return.

(This is, by the way, not talking about more serious cases. Like doxxing, or leaving gore images in hashtags, or similar instances. That's a whole different complicated issue that I don't feel qualified to tackle.)

And finally, don't overwhelm outsiders who merely mention the Dream SMP. Don't send asks asking them to watch it, don't write paragraphs explaining the lore, don't confuse them with inside jokes, just... Don't jump on people like that. Unless they're explicitly clear in wanting interaction and getting into the fandom, that kind of thing will just drive them away. This is in no way exclusive to the Dream SMP fandom, pretty much every fandom has people enthiastic to have more people involved, but since there are so unbelievably many of us, it's especially easy to go overboard with this stuff. Just... be polite, and don't pressure anyone. Be nice, please.

So.... ya! This would be it for this one, I think. Sorry that it's kinda long, thank you if you read it at all. Hope y'all have pleasant days ^^

[barbiegirldream]

I started off today by getting up to walk to work in the freezing cold and have Techno in my ear celebrating hitting 10 mil. So now I wanna finish today by love posting about my mutuals and stuff

Dteamblr has been one hell of a ride. I know i’ve picked a lot of fights this years it’s been great. Thanks everyone who was entertained. And special shout out to anyone who stopped and stared at a post of mine!

Anyways I really hope some of you guys have each other blocked or parasocially hate one another. it would be funny for me personally: 

@sephtictank shoutout for being the first person in the fandom i really talked to i hope you have such an awesome 2022

@dreamquackity you’re so funny Mish like honestly. And being able to hop into the dms and chat with you had been so fun this year much love mwah mwah

@dreamonline my fellow dwt2 redditor we are both so based and red pilled for real. we’re doing this fandom thing right 

@gotham-ai a comic book nerd who’s also into Dream that’s really all you need to be the best type of person. have a very happy new year

@angeloncewas you really are a voice of reason around here. like i don’t know how you remain so fair and level headed but my respect for you is immeasurable. i love chatting with you we’re always in the discourse trenches together lmao 

@mushroomkarl most of our talking is done through replies to posts and I think that’s very on brand for us. I hope you have a very good new year and keep telling your stories about work! liveblogging about retail is my favorite thing to read

@strandedcrow Crow you’re the best Canadian I know I think people have the stereotypes all wrong. One day you’ll get that answer about Dream’s favorite Publix food. Your art is amazing btw 

@starrynyxa you have me so invested in the omegaverse like it’s so cool to think about gender and stuff like that. i will achieve my true status as an alpha one day i’m sure of it

@charsecretclub Char my favorite Dteamblr swiftie i wish only the best for your new year and I really appreciate you on the dash. the sweet animal pictures really break up the horny or the discourse

@more-like-reyna Rey you and I understand each other on another level. paris is great this time of year you’re so right 

@everybodyscupoftea Leigh i’m so glad you reblogged my battle box post. you’re so smart and I really like talking to you. Next year i pledge we’re gonna talk so much more 

 @dreamhot Leee hiiii I’m still semi intimidated by you. I think you’re so cool and I love your art so much. It’s been really nice talking with you this year 

@lostinmcyt Lost we’ve just started chatting but you’re already one of the funnest people i’ve met on here

@fxllingout Cait my favorite Punz simp. You’re so kind and funny to talk to and I love it when you get into the discourse. I hope the Leafs win a bunch of games next year!

@jorgenotfound Jorge you and I understand glizzie like no other thank you for being there with me. All of your posts make me giggle. I love seeing you on the dash. you deserve only good things

@redrosedream Red my beloved i hope you have the absolute best new year in the world and that your job is everything you want and more. you’re so lovely and i just wish all the best for you 🥰

@cgnf Saturn you and I share a brain i swear you deserve all the best for 2022 first year and an adult and it’s gonna rock i’m sure of it 

@stevebucky i wouldn’t dox myself for just anyone lmaooo. i stand by it when i say you’re the funniest person i know. no one makes me laugh like you oona. thank you so much for sharing your brain with us 

@cryptodream Ciara my problematic bestie you and me hand in super hot hand. I hope the new year brings less brain dead anons and more fun ones. 

@prettyboynotfound Kara you might have wished me misery but I wish you sunshine and happiness ✨ you make me laugh so often and your tags are what i look forward to on my unhinged posts /gen sometimes i make them with you in mind 

@youremykitten i’m in love with you. he he V you’ve been the best person to get to know this year. Honestly if I ever was going to want to meet a mutual irl it would be you just to give you a hug. We never miss. You’re so based and funny and I miss you when you’re gone. so i hope 2022 is just such a pog year for you ily 💖

If I didn’t give a message it’s cause i couldn’t think of anything to say but my mutuals you all mean a lot to me. And i’m gonna try and talk to you more so next time i do one of these I will have things to say!!!

[ikemenlibrary]

Journal Entries From Anya’s Diary - Ikemen Vampire

Pairing: Vlad x Anya Nosferatu (OC)

Summary: History may have changed their story, but Anya’s diary never changes. Historians have named them the world’s most renowned couple, the setting stage for the modern day romance. This is a story of two beings who's fates easily intertwined with one another, and who were always destined to find each other, no matter how long it took to get them there. 

Meant to be read with this Spotify Playlist

Notes: This is my wishing a very happy birthday to @readerinsertfanfiction​. Nemo, it has been an absolute pleasure to get to know you over the past few months and I can’t wait to see how our friendship blossoms even more. I hope this next year is filled with plenty of happiness, and that all of your wishes come true. 

6th June, 1887

Today, Vlad took me to a bookstore. I thought the library he had in the castle was huge, but nothing other than Father’s collection compares to this shop. From the floor to the ceiling, it was filled to the brim with books. I couldn’t keep a smile off my face!

Despite my telling him not to, Vlad would load every book I even touched into a basket. At the end, I think we ended up with 37 books. I realized halfway through what he was doing, and so I stopped touching books I knew I’d have no interest in.

Now, Vlad’s promising that he’ll make sure to help start a library of my very own for me in the castle. He said he wants a place for me to call my own other than my bedroom. He said he’ll make sure it has big windows, and will overlook the garden. I am… very appreciative of all he’s done for me.

I don’t know how to repay him. Maybe I’ll go pick some fresh strawberries for him sometime.

13th June, 1887

Charles-Henri and I went into Paris today. He was bothering Vlad, so he was sent to pick up some groceries and asked me to tag along. When he complained about being hungry while shopping, I happily gave him one of the croissants from my pocket. Charles still hasn’t figured out how I do that, and I think he’s convinced I’ve got some sort of magic powers. Truth is, I hand sew new pockets into my skirts so that I have room for some food. I don’t know if it’s because growing up I wasn’t sure when my next meal was, or if I like to keep Charles and Faust guessing, or if it’s the fact that it’s nice to have something for impromptu tea parties at times, but it’s become a habit of mine now, and not one I intend to break.

Charles-Henri is the sort of brother I always wanted but never had. Out of everyone in the castle, he and I spend the most time together. When we wake up early in the morning, he always lets me help in the kitchen, despite the fact that I am so hopeless that I can burn a pot of water! He always laughs, ruffles my hair, and fixes whatever mistake I made.

I have gotten pretty good at slicing up strawberries, however. Before, I would end up slicing my thumb and ruining the bowl of strawberries  -  although, Vlad usually just rinsed them off and ate them anyways - but now, I can avoid slicing into any skin and have actually even been able to cut them up to look like pathetic little flowers. Vlad loves them, and I love seeing that smile on his face when I give them to him.

30th June, 1887

I think I’m driving Vlad crazy.

Faust keeps asking me to try his experiments. I go along with it, because I’m bored, and because I know nothing can kill me. Whenever I do try something that Faust hands to me, Vlad kind of just watches from afar. He has that gentle smile on his face, the one he usually has, but his eyes burn like fire and I know seeing me put myself in danger - although never life altering - is starting to get to him.

I think he cares more about me than he would like to admit.

I think I like the idea of that.

Faust just looks on between us in utter amusement when this happens now. I think he’s more interested in his hypothesis of me and Vlad, than he is with how my body reacts to his new concoctions. I’ve noticed he’s stopped taking notes every time I eat something, and instead sits and observes Vlad’s reactions.

Vlad never gives away much. I don’t even know how much Faust gets from watching all of this happen. What I do know is that it’s always enough for me to get silly butterflies in my stomach like I’m a schoolgirl with a crush.

Maybe I need to take a page from Faust and write all of this down as well. Conduct experiments to help me come to a conclusion about my feelings.

Will come back about that at a later time.

2nd July, 1887

We got an invitation in the mail today. An old friend of Vlad’s is throwing a ball for her 326th birthday. She invited Vlad, Charles-Henri, and Faust. I wasn’t on the invitation, but Vlad says that you’re always expected to bring a partner to events like this, so he asked me to come as his. As this was happening, Charles was pouting. I think he knows that if I end up going as Vlad’s partner, that he and I will not be able to sneak off to explore around and get drunk. That does sound tempting, but I accepted Vlad’s offer.

Something about showing up in a public setting as his partner just sounds so… inviting. I know that by his side, I will have a great time. I always do.

Vlad insisted on taking me to get a new gown for this ball. I told him that wasn’t necessary; I have plenty of nice things to wear. He brushed off my concerns, and we agreed to go into town tomorrow to a dress shoppe, and he promised to take me out to lunch afterwards.

I’m looking forward to spending this extra time with him.

12th July, 1887

The ball was wonderful. It was elegant, joyous, and filled with… romance! It was just like something out of one of the novels that Vlad purchased for me.

Vlad ordered two different carriages; one for him, Charles-Henri, and Faust. The other for me. He insisted he didn’t want to see me all dressed up before he was able to bow before me and ask me to dance. Charles informed me of this with a wicked grin on his face, almost like he knew of a secret he was keeping from me.

When I had arrived, Charles met me outside and escorted me out of my carriage, informing the staff at the front gates that I was Vlad’s partner. They bowed for me, and let Charles show me the way in. The music was already lively and there were couples twirling all around on the dance floor, yet I was barely able to glance at them before Vlad was standing in front of me.

He bowed, his gleaming eyes never left my face. If I had a heartbeat, I’m sure I would have heard it rushing in my ears.

It felt like a fairy tale.

Without even speaking, he held his hand out to me and I grasped it. And then he pulled me in, whisked me onto the dance floor and I had never felt more safe and loved than I ever had in that moment.

Before the last song played, Vlad pulled me in close, his lips brushed my ear and he admitted his love for me. Before I could respond, he started dancing again, our bodies even closer than we were before.

I’ll never forget that bright smile on his face as he finished the dance with one last vow. Nor will I forget the feel of his lips against mine in the carriage ride home.

12th July, 1987

100 years spent loving each other, and yet I still find more reasons every day to love him.

100 years spent loving each other, but it still feels like only 10.

I will never take this love for granted. For all we’ve been through, for all we’ve lost, for all we’ve gained, nothing will be as special as the bond we’ve built together.

In honor of our anniversary, Vlad had 100 blood red roses preserved into a picture frame and hung in our shared bedroom, right over the headboard of our bed. In my many centuries, this was one present I will be able to cherish forever, without worrying about it fading away with time.

Vlad is currently downstairs, all of the staff members of the Castle are being worked around like crazy while he tries to get the ballroom set up just the way he would like. While our dear friend is turning 426 years old today, he threw this party specifically to celebrate our century of love. We of course had to tell most people that we’re celebrating only a decade together, although even that seems hard to believe for some people, since we look so young.

He had the dress I wore on the night he confessed his love to me altered so it would fit in  during this day and age. Vlad said he wanted to relive that night the best he could.

I relive it every time I close my eyes. It still feels like almost yesterday.

Happy anniversary, my love. I’m hopeful for many more.