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Author’s Note: silly and sweet (and mildly sarcastic) convos. 😆🥰

conversations

Hashira x Reader, Tokito Muichiro x Reader, Kamaboko x Reader

Word Count: ~2,000

CW: explicit language

~faqs~

These are just lil convos I imagine occurring between various characters and Reader. 💞

In specific regards to Shinobu’s convo: she isn’t policing Reader’s diet!!!!! Hers is predominantly inspired by my own sweet tooth 😋, and how I often tell my irl bf to not let me buy candy when we go grocery shopping (similar to reminding myself that I don’t need x, y, or z when I’m window shopping; I’d spend way too much $ otherwise 😂🥴).

+ I wasn’t sure how to format this fanfic (I recognize the Character: | Reader: format gets repetitive) since I couldn’t rely on italics/bold bc I also use them to provide emphasis in the convos themselves, so pls and ty bear w/ me! 🤓

in the dining room; eating lunch

Zenitsu: You forgot to cut the crust off my sandwich. 😕

You: 🤨

Zenitsu: Are you mad at me? 🙁

Zenitsu: I’m sorry! ☹️

Zenitsu: I love you!!!!! 😭

You: Baby, Zenitsu, honey! I’m not mad at you!

Zenitsu: But the crust… 😔

You: Are you kidding me? 😐

Zenitsu: … no? 🥲

You: Would you like me to cut off the crust? 🙃

Zenitsu: YES! 😍

You: 🫥

Zenitsu: Please? 🥹

You: I love you more than I should. 🙄

Zenitsu: WHAT IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN? 😥😖

You: You’re actually the most dramatic person I know. 😃

Zenitsu: I have feelings! 😭 I am a sensitive man! 😭

You: I know, I know. 🫠 I love you. 🥰

Zenitsu: As much as you should? 🧐

You: As much as I should. 😁

Zenitsu: I love you. 🩷

You: I love you too. 🩷🩷

Zenitsu: I love you too, too. 🩷🩷🩷

You: I love you too times three. 🩷🩷🩷🩷

Zenitsu: That’s cheating. 😒

You: I’m not saying “too” three times.

Zenitsu: You’re gonna have to say it fives times after I say I love you too, too, too, too. 🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

You: 😵

Zenitsu: 😭😭😭

getting dressed for the day; summertime

Inosuke: Let’s get a pet squirrel. 😁

You: Let’s not. 🙃

Inosuke: You’re so boring. 😒

You: You’re so obnoxious. 😌

Inosuke: At least I’m fun! 😎

You: Sure, darling, let’s get a pet squirrel. 😃

Inosuke: REALLY?! 😱🤯🥳🥳🥳

You: Inosuke, squirrels aren’t pets!!!!!

Inosuke: But they could be… 🥹

You: N. O. No.

Inosuke: I’ll pay for everything and take care of it.

You: I already do that. 🤗

Inosuke: 🤔

You: 😶

Inosuke: Did you just call me a squirrel?

You: Mhmmm. 🐿️

Inosuke: I wish I could climb trees like them. 💔😭

You: Do you really want a pet squirrel?

Inosuke: I guess not, but could we go to the park and look at ‘em? ☺️

You: We can do that. ☺️

Inosuke: Do you want a pet?

You: Are we ready for that?

Inosuke: Babe, we’re ready for anything.

You:

Inosuke: I mean it. I love you.

You: I love you too, Inosuke. I love you too.

in bed; a sunny Sunday morning

You: Hey love?

Gyomei: Hey what?

You: Would you love me more if I was a cat? 😻

Gyomei: 🤨

You: 👀

Gyomei: Of course not.

You: Sooo you would love me less? 😒

Gyomei: You’re putting words in my mouth.

You: So if an evil witch turned me into a cat, you would love me less. 😒

Gyomei: When did I ever say that?

You: You admit it! 😭

Gyomei: ?????

You: Meow meow. 🥺😔😖

Gyomei: I would love you more! 😁💖

You: YOU WOULD LOVE ME MORE IF I WAS A CAT? Fine, Gyomei. I’ll just go find a cat to replace me, Himejima-loves-cats-more-than-me-Gyomei. 😭😭😭😭😭

Gyomei: ??????????

in the kitchen; cooking dinner

You: Kaburamura needs a hat. 🤗

Obanai: No.

You: How about sunscreen? 🥺

Obanai: His face is perfectly fine in the sun.

You: But his pretty scales…

Obanai: You want to buy him a hat. 🤨

You: Correction, I want to make him a hat. A snake hat.

Obanai: A condom for his head.😐

You: You said it, not me.

Obanai: Kaburamura does not need a condom.

You: 🙃

Obanai: 😐

You: Pleeeease???! ☹️

Obanai: Whatever. Just don’t come crying when it immediately falls off.

You: I’ll tape it to him. 😌

Obanai: YOU WOULDN’T.

You: With… Snake-t, tape. 😏

Obanai: 😬

You: Y’know, Duck-t tape, but Snake-t ta-

Obanai: Just stop.

walking outside; a brisk spring day

Tanjirou: You’re so beautiful. 🥰

You: You’re so cheesy.

Tanjirou: You love cheese! 😋

You: I do. I love you a lot. 🥰

Tanjirou: Ooh, now who’s being cheesy?! 😉

You: I’m getting cold. 🥶

Tanjirou: You’re wearing three layers???

You: I can still get cold with three layers on. ☹️

Tanjirou: Do you want my jacket? 😁

You: It might not fit over my three layers.

Tanjirou: How about you swap me your thinnest layer for my jacket?

You: Tanjirou, I can’t just take off my t-shirt, right here, right now. 🤨

Tanjirou: But you’re so beautiful. 😌

You: That’s so far from the point.

Tanjirou: Piggyback ride? I can get us home faster. 😎

You: Is that a challenge? 🧐

Tanjirou: You want to race home instead? 👀

You: Nah. 💀

Tanjirou: Piggyback? 🤗

You: I bet you can’t carry me all the way back.

Tanjirou: Was that a challenge? 😏

You: You’re gonna be cooking dinner tonight. 😃

Tanjirou: I cook dinner most nights? 🙃

You: Again, so not the point. 😒

Tanjirou: That’s it. You’re shivering. All aboard the Tanjirou Train! 🥰

You: You’re so silly. 🥹

Tanjirou: There’s nobody around. 🥰

You: You’re still silly. 💞

gazing at the stars through a mesh ceiling; camping

You: It’s late. 🥱

Mitsuri: But I want to stay up forever with you. 🥺

You: That doesn’t sound too healthy. 😅

Mitsuri: Let me be cute. 🥺

You: You’re the cutest. 🥰

Mitsuri: Thank you for going camping with me.

You: Thank you for setting everything up.

Mitsuri: Thank you for getting all the bug bites for me. 🤭

You: You should thank me again 😒, they’re so itchy. 😭

Mitsuri: Thank you times a billion! 🤪💖

You: I love you.

Mitsuri: I love you more.

You: Most.

Mitsuri: You see those stars? 🌌

You: There’s a bunch.

Mitsuri: More than a bunch.

You: Definitely.

Mitsuri: That’s how much I love you. 💙

You: More than a bunch?

Mitsuri: I love you more than a bunch. 💙💙

You: A bunch of stars. 🥹

Mitsuri: Is what I see when I look at you.

You: We’re delirious. 🥴

Mitsuri: Deliriously in love.

You: I think the sky is getting brighter. 🫣

Mitsuri: We should get some sleep.

You: I was trying to say that ten seconds ago.

Mitsuri: Let me take care of you. 🥺

You: Kanroji Mitsuri, I’ll let you do anything.

Mitsuri: You mean it?

You: I mean it. You’re the meaning.

Mitsuri: I feel like that was supposed to be super romantic, but I’m too tired to understand anything right now. 🤗

You: Same.

Mitsuri: For what it’s worth, you’re also the meaning. 💞

You: We are, The Meaning.

Mitsuri: The Meaning. 😃

You: Oh jeez, we really need to sleep. 😵‍💫

Mitsuri: C’mere, scoot your sleeping bag closer. Sleepy times! 😴💘

searching for pancakes ingredients; a cloudy Saturday

You: We’re out of milk. 😞

Shinobu: So make something else?

You: You won’t go to the store with me? 🥺

Shinobu: With you? 🧐

You: I mean, I wasn’t going to make you fetch my milk alone. 😃

Shinobu: Surprising. 🙃

You: Hmpf. 😒

Shinobu: I would’ve done it. ☺️

You: Shinooobu, my loveliest love, could you go buy some milk for me? 🤗

Shinobu: You won’t go to the store with me? 🙃😉

You: Using my own words against me. ☹️

Shinobu: Absolutely. 😈

You: Are we going to go buy milk or not?

Shinobu: Or not.

You: Shinobu! 😭

Shinobu: I retract my previous statement. 😅 Let’s go buy milk.

You: Yay! 😍🥳🥳🥳

Shinobu: Do we need anything else?

You: Sugar. 😋

Shinobu: Actually? 🤨

You: We always need sugar. 😋😋

Shinobu: Incorrect.

You: Booooo. 😭😭😭

Shinobu: You’re about to make pancakes. You don’t need candy too.

You: But-

Shinobu: There’s ice cream in the fridge. 🍦

You: WAIT. 😳

Shinobu: ???

You: Ice cream equals dairy equals if we melt it then we could use it as milk?! 🫨🤯

Shinobu: 🤔

You: 😶 Shinobu: I don’t think that’s quite right. 🤓

You: Wanna try?! 🧫🧪

Shinobu: … how about you stay here and try while I go out and buy the real deal. 😌

You: Okay! 😁

cuddling on the couch; a cozy winter evening

You: Would you love me if I farted?

Kyojuro: You fart all the time.

You: 😒

Kyojuro: And I obviously love you. ☺️

You: Good.

Kyojuro: What kind of man would I be if I did not love farting?

You: 😶

Kyojuro: Wait-

Kyojuro: That came out-

Kyojuro: You know what I meant. 😖

You: I love you so much. 😂💘

Kyojuro: I fart too. 🤗

You: I’m aware.

Kyojuro: What if I farted and blamed it on you? 👀

You: I would love you a little less.

Kyojuro: Truly?

You: 🙃

Kyojuro: 😔

You: You would do that to me?! 😭

Kyojuro: … no! 🥴😃

in the bathroom; getting ready for bed

You: I have a headache. 🥺

Sanemi: You always have a headache.

You: Yeah, ‘cause I have you. 🤭 Ooh, burrrn, tssst. 🔥

Sanemi: 🙄

You: 😎

Sanemi: You’re the worst.

You: Says the worstest. 😉

Sanemi: Are you finished insulting me? 😒

You: Not even close. 😇

Sanemi: Well I’m finished being insulted. 🙃

You: Aww, is someone feeling… sul-ty? 🧂

Sanemi: 😃

Sanemi: Yes. 😐 Sul-tier than the sea. 😐

You: I love you! 🥰

Sanemi: I love you too.

You: Hehehe. 😌

Sanemi: Nobody actually says “hehehe”. 🤓

You: You’re stupid.

Sanemi: ???

You: Because I literally just said, hehehe. 😝

Sanemi: Go away. 😭

You: No.😁

Sanemi: Shoo.

You: I refuse. 😁

Sanemi: 😭

You: 😁

Sanemi: You’re the worst-er-est. 😑

lying side by side on the bedroom rug; a lazy afternoon

You: We should go swimming. 🌊

Giyuu: It’s snowing outside. 🙃

You: We should go swimming! 🌊🌊

Giyuu: The nearest body of water isn’t within walking distance. 🤨

You: We should drive somewhere to go swimming! 🌊🌊🌊

Giyuu: You’ll freeze to death. 😔

You: We can bring hot rocks and heat the water first! 😁

Giyuu: Where are we getting the rocks from, and how are we getting them hot?

You: The basement! 🤓

Giyuu: Furthermore, how will we transport rocks that are apparently hot enough to heat a body of water large enough for swimming without burning ourselves and our car? 🤔

You: With lots of love. 🥰

Giyuu: What do you actually want to do? 🙃

You: Go swimming? 🥺

Giyuu: … would you like me to prepare a bath for us?

You: 👀

Giyuu: 👀

You: Sure! 😍 That’s a great idea. 🥳 Thanks babe!

Giyuu: You’re so weird. 🥲

You: I looove yoouuu. 😘❤️

Giyuu: I love you too. 🥹

lounging around the living room; deciding on a movie to watch

Tengen: Fuck you. 😌

You: No, fuck you. 😒

Makio: Fuck you both. 🥴

Hina: Already have. 😎

Makio: ... you win. 🙃

Suma: Do I win too? 🥺

You: Sure. ☺️

Tengen: We’re all winners. 😃

Hina: I mean, technically, yes, but that isn’t the point. 😐

Tengen: Fuck. You. Too. 😞

Suma: I’m a winner! 🥰

You: Let’s pick something before Hina falls asleep. 🤭

Hina: Please. 😭

Makio: You always miss the middle. 😆

Hina: And then Suma wakes me up for the end with her snoring. 😴

Suma: Heyyyyy! ☹️

Tengen: I believe it was my turn to choose? 😎

You, Hina, Makio, and Suma: NO.

#hashira x reader #kamaboko #headcanons #modern au #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #zenitsu x reader #inosuke x reader #gyomei x reader #obanai x reader #tanjiro x reader #tanjirou x reader #mitsuri x reader #shinobu x reader #kyojuro x reader #sanemi x reader #tomioka x reader #tengen x reader

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sassycheesecake · 1 year

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A/N: Some people wanted a part 2 of this Atsumu X pregnant!Reader Story where Atsumu doesn’t know he’s gonna be a dad, so here ya go :D. P.S. I recently watched Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 3 and it destroyed me.

Here’s part one ❤️

The blonde Setter has the jitters while he is sitting on the plane, excited to see you again after being away from you for so long. He watches the outside world from the plane window, your beautiful smile embracing his mind and he can’t help but daydream about being reunited with you again.

Bokuto is sitting next to him, watching 'Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 3' with tears in his golden eyes while snacking on NicNac‘s for the last thirty minutes.

With each crunch and sniffle of Bokuto, Sakusa who sits in front of the pair, can feel his patience snapping with each loud crunch.

Turning around, because the ravenette had enough, he frowns at the silver-haired Outside Hitter, quite disturbed by his appearance.

Inunaki, who is sitting next to Sakusa (and the only one that Sakusa tolerates sitting next to), also gets up to lean over his seat, staring with a frown at Bokuto.

"Bo, you good man?" The Libero waves his hand in front of the usual cheerful player.

Stopping the movie, Bokuto almost begins to cry hysterically while staring at his light-haired and the black-haired teammates, trying to explain while also hiccuping with tears.

"R-Rocket h-has s-s-such a sad p-past a-and i-it’s b-b-breaking m-my heart."

Atsumu doesn’t even acknowledge his teammates, still thinking about you with a goofy-lovesick smile on his face, making Sakusa almost gag by the sight of it.

"What’s wrong with him? He looks high." Inunaki asks with his head tilted to the side while looking Atsumu.

"When is there not something wrong with him." Sakusa mumbles before sitting down again properly, Inunaki following his moves.

"I heard that Omi." Atsumu says while still staring out the window.

Bokuto finally calms down, when Hinata, and who sits behind him with Joffe, hands him a few tissues that he had packed in his backpack.

Joffe leans forwards slightly, due to his massive height he doesn’t need to stand up to see his teammates.

"Missing your girlfriend? How’s she doing by the way?" Joffe asks.

Atsumu sighs before he turns a bit to look at the titan behind him.

"Yeah, missin' 'er terribly. An' she is doin' okay, I guess?Last time I called 'er, she was vomitin' lots. Must have been somethin' she ate, accordin' to 'er." Atsumu frowns deep in thought.

All of sudden, Hinata‘s orange hair pops up next to him.

"I hope she is okay. Maybe the flu?"

"Vomiting? You better not bring this illness to practice, we have a game in two weeks." Sakusa says in a threatening voice.

"Oh please, as if missin' yer presence on da court has any effect on our performance, Omi. We have plenty of players ta cover for ya."

Sakusa slowly turns his head, Hinata shrinks in fear behind the seat.

Bokuto does not care, still watching Guardians of the Galaxy in high anticipation, eyes entirely focused on the screen while munching on his snack loudly.

"Are you calling me useless on the court Miya?" The ravenette growls.

"Well if da boot fits-"

"Say that again to my face. I dare you." Sakusa begins to get up from his seat, about to strangle the blonde Setter, when the Captain, Shūgo Meian interrupts before it can escalate.

"Guys, we still have an hour left on the flight, behave. Please." Meian, the team captain calls out tiredly a few rows behind them.

"You heard the chief. No more fighting." Joffe laughs.

Sakusa huffs, putting his AirPods in, trying to calm down when he sits back down in his seat.

Atsumu looks back out the window, being with some people for a long time every single day for hours has really brought him to his limit.

Thank goodness the airport is not far from your shared apartment and the flight is less than an hour now.

Soon, he will be with you again.

Back at home, you just came back with some grocery bags, along with some prenatal vitamins from the local pharmacy.

Honestly you’ve been constantly so tired and grouchy, you’re thanking the heavens that Atsumu is not here with you right now.

He’d be constantly worried for you.

Putting away the groceries, you cut yourself some apple slices with honey as a dip and some rice waffles with strawberry Joghurt as dipping sauce.

Stocking the vitamins in the med cabinet, you begin to munch on your food when your phone rings.

Seeing Atsumu’s silly face on the screen, you put your food down and answer it.

"Hello, my handsome Setter." You greet him happily.

"Heyyy, my sexy girl. How’s it goin'?" Atsumu cheers back.

"Going good, missing you a lot. Just got back from the store to make some Japanese curry later on."

"Sounds delish. Hey, uh can ya open the door? I got some flowers in one hand an' my luggage in the other, kinda hard to open the door like that." Atsumu grins on the phone when he hears you gasp and run towards the door.

Highly confused at his saying, he hangs up all of sudden and you put your snacks down to run to the front door.

When you open the door, a 6'1 tall, athletic guy with messy blonde hair grins excitedly at you, a grin that you missed terribly.

Throwing yourself in his arms, Atsumu drops his luggage to the side, wrapping his strong arms around you while still having the flowers in one hand.

You breathe in his familiar scent, the smell of his expensive Ayurveda body scrub fills your nose and you almost tear up with how much you missed him.

Walking you backwards very carefully, Atsumu pushes his suitcase inside, while still holding you and closes the door, so the privacy between the two of you remains.

Remembering he got you flowers, he parts from you a little bit to hand them to you with a dazzling smile.

"Awww Tsumu, you shouldn’t have. They’re beautiful." You take in the beautiful smell of your favorite flowers but the usual lovely scent makes you nauseous.

The Setter sees your happiness turn into a wince and he immediately is worried again.

"Ya okay? Still feelin' bad from last night?"

"Yeah, uh the paella really did a number on me last night. I promise I’ll be fine." You chuckle, trying to convince him that it’s just the food making you feel bad and not the pregnancy.

"Mhm, okay, if ya say so." The Setter says unsure but doesn’t question you any further.

"I promise, I will be fine." You assure him once more with a long promising kiss and the Olympian practically sighs in bliss to feel your soft lips against his own after being apart from you.

The rest of the evening, you spend the time in each others arms, making up for being away from each other for so long.

Atsumu told you more stories about Argentine and his teammates, his stories make you laugh and appreciate that he is back home.

It’s late at night, due to Atsumu’s body still being used to Argentine’s time, he needs to get adjusted to Japan’s time again.

But not only the time difference is keeping the young Olympian up, your weird food eating habits, your extreme tiredness and your all of sudden sensitive smell to your favorite flowers is making him worried.

So he does what he always does, when he seeks out for advice, even if it physically pains him sometimes.

He texts his brother.

The next morning, you do feel a little bit better but for some reason, Atsumu is not his usual self.

He looks deep in thought, he looks very distracted since last night.

During breakfast, Atsumu pushes his food around a little bit, not really much eating any of it.

So you decide to break the silence.

"You’ve been awfully quiet, you okay?" You ask him in a quiet voice.

"Can I ask ya somethin'? An' promise ta be honest please." The blonde says, playing with his fingers a little bit.

For some reason, you have a feeling what this is about.

"Go ahead." You look at him and push your plate a little bit away.

"Are ya pregnant?" He looks at you with serious eyes, a small hint of fear behind those chocolate brown eyes of his.

You feel your breath hitch in your throat, surprised that he figured it out.

But Atsumu has always been direct, didn’t matter in what terms.

You gulp down nervously and you reply so quiet, that he barely hears it.

"Yes, I am." You confess.

Atsumu looks to the side shortly, shakily breathing before getting up and looking out the window, running his hand through his hair.

"I-I know we’re still young and y-you’re still focusing on your career… I am sorry this happened, I-I know this isn’t what you imagined when you got home, I will leave and I won’t bother you-" You start to panic, tears coming into your eyes, your hormones acting crazy.

Shocked by your sudden panic, he rushes to you in a heartbeat.

"Hey, hey… calm down okay? If anythin' we’re both at fault but we’ll get through this together kay? And honestly, this is the biggest and happiest surprise I have ever gotten home to. And I wouldn’t trade you or junior for anythin' in this world, my love. I love ya two more than anythin'."

"More than volleyball?" You ask teasingly with tears in your eyes.

"Maybe that’s pushin' it but yer high up there." Atsumu sticks his tongue at you cheekily.

You laugh with him, calming down that he looks happy about this pregnancy.

"How far along are ya?" He looks at you, intrigued as he caresses the lower part of your stomach.

"About 4-5 weeks I think? Still pretty early."

Atsumu takes your hand in his, still having his other hand on your stomach, indirectly asking you to stand up.

Following his lead, you get up and he rests his forehead against yours.

"I won’t leave ya side okay? I will stay by yer side and protect ya from any harm."

Sharing a deep, passionate kiss, you can’t believe that you and Atsumu made a life together and like Atsumu promised, he will share every moment of it with you.

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canirove · 7 months

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In The Name of Love | Chapter 24

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Masterlist

We are gonna have to cancel our weekend plans 😔

Why? What happened?

I've caught the worst cold known in human history

It can't be that bad, Val 😂😂

It is. I can't remember how it felt to breathe through my nose 😔

😂😂😂

Don't make fun of me, Pedro. I'm sick 😭😭

I'm sorry, I'm sorry

Do you want me to go and give you cuddles?

And risk getting you sick? No way

If I'm sick I can't play, and you always say that's good because without me Barça are shit and they lose all their games

Yes, that's true. But this cold is the worst thing ever and I don't want you having to suffer it too

Awww Val 🥺🥺🥺🥺

That's so nice of you

I am a nice woman

Sometimes you are, yes 😊

I always am nice, Pedro 😒

Beg to differ 😂

Idiot 😒

Still love you, tho 🤍

Try to fix it now 😒

Can I do anything to make you feel better?

Stop calling me mean, for example 🙄

But I love it when you are mean 😏

You are so weird

Yet you love me 🥰

I sadly do, yes 🙄

Are you sure you are sick? You don't sound like it 😂

🖕🏻

Unless being sick makes you be meaner

🖕🏻🖕🏻

Val, stop, you are turning me on 🥵

🖕🏻🖕🏻🖕🏻

🥵🥵🥵

Idiot 🙄

I'm stopping now, I promise 😂

But if you miss me too much, remember you still have the blanket and the pillow with my face on them

If you aren't already using them, of course 😏

🖕🏻

I love you, Val. Get well soon 🤍

Yeah, love you too 🙄

━━━━━━❃━━━━━━

"Val, are you sure you are ok?" Silvia asks me.

"I am. I may not be able to breathe and all my joints hurt as if I've run a marathon, but I'm fine. Go and have fun."

"Ok… But if you start feeling worse, will you call someone?"

"I will, don't worry. Now leave" I say, moving my arm. Or trying to.

"Alright. Good."

"Silvia, go."

"I'm going, I'm going. I just hate seeing you like this."

"I'll survive. Now go."

"Ok. Try to rest, Val" she says, patting my head. "And maybe wash your hair."

"Yeah, yeah."

Five minutes later, someone rings the bell.

"Urgh" I groan, getting up from the sofa. "What did you forget now, Sil… Rosy!" I gasp when I see the person standing in front of me.

"Hello, Val" Pedri's mum smiles.

"What… what are you doing here?"

"I had plans to come visit next weekend, but Pedri told me you were sick, and I decided to come early and take care of you."

"That's… I mean…"

"He said you were struggling, that it was a really bad cold. When you are that sick you need to be pampered, and there is nothing like a mother for that. And since things with yours aren't the best right now…"

"Yeah…"

"She'll come around, you'll see" Rosy smiles. "Anyway, can I come in?"

"Yes, of course. Sorry for keeping you waiting."

"Don't worry. This is for you" she says, showing me the huge bouquet of flowers she was carrying. "I guess you know who sent them."

"I do, yes" I chuckle.

"Who knew my son had such good taste, uh? He had never sent me flowers until he met you."

"Really?"

"Yep. You've brought up the best in him, Val. I already told you."

"I… I…" I mumble, my cheeks on fire. Though maybe that's my fever coming back.

"Now, why don't you sit down while I put these on water? You need to rest."

"Yes, of course."

"I'm also going to make you some lunch, you've probably been eating really bad."

"There is no need, Rosy."

"I insist" she says. "I've come here to take care of you, and that includes feeding you. And I'm also going to make you some homemade remedies that I know will help with that cold."

"You are too kind" I say with a shy smile.

"Anything for you, Val" she replies, taking my hand on hers. "You are my son's girlfriend, the woman he loves the most. Well, the one he loves the most after me, of course" she laughs. "You are family."

"Thank you." Don't cry, Valeria. Don't cry.

"So go lay down on the sofa and don't worry about anything else, ok?"

"Ok" I nod.

"And oh, wait" she says, taking a box from the bag she is carrying. "He also gave me this for you. He said it would hopefully make you feel better."

"Thank you" I smile, taking it and sitting down while she starts rummaging around the kitchen.

The box is just one of the hundreds of Adidas boxes Pedri has around the house, but he's written my name on it and drawn hearts all around it.

When I open it, it is full of my favourite chocolates and sweets. From kinder eggs to Mars bars and gummy bears. And under all that, there is a small photo album, P⁠♡V written on the cover.

"So cheesy" I chuckle.

Inside it, on the first page, there is a note.

You already know 14 is our number. And not because your team has 14 Champions League trophies. 14 is our number because that's the day we met. The day I met the woman of my dreams. And on this little album, I've put 14 of the many reasons why I love you and 14 photos of us together. From our first selfie together on my beach, that now is ours, to the last one the other day being silly when we were stuck in traffic. I hope they make you feel better and as if I'm there with you, taking care of you. My mum's cooking is good too, but nothing like your favourite kid 😉 Get well soon, Val. I love you 🤍

"Val, do you have a… Oh my God, Valeria. Are you ok? Why are you crying?" Rosy says, sitting next to me.

"Did you know that your son is the cutest human being the world has ever seen?"

"I knew he was cute, but that cute…" she laughs. "Did he make that for you?" she asks, nodding towards the photo album.

"He did. He put photos of us together and wrote under each one a reason why he loves me."

"Aww, that is cute. Very romantic."

"And cheesy" I chuckle. "But I love it. And him. I love him so much…"

"Oh, come here" Rosy says, hugging me while I start to cry. "He also loves you very much, you know?"

"That's what he says."

"And he doesn't lie. I'm his mother, I know him better than anyone. And I also know he couldn't have chosen a better person to spend his life with."

"Even if I'm older than him?" I say, moving to look at her.

"Even so" she replies, wiping away some of my tears.

"I wish my mum would understand it the way you do. Because this is real. My feelings for Pedri are very real. You say I bring up the best in him, but he does the same with me. Never in my life have I felt more me than I do now, and it's all thanks to him. He has helped me find my true self, to be completely happy with who I am and my life. But my mum only sees the age gap and that he is a football player, though she didn't mind that when she thought I was dating Ferran. She doesn't see that I am the happiest I've ever been."

"But she will. She just needs time."

"That's what Pedri told me after that disaster of first lunch we had together, but... We've never had a good relationship, you know? I've always felt like she blames me for ruining her life."

"Oh, Val. Don't say that."

"But it's true. My dad left her the moment he found out she was pregnant and we've never heard about him again. She had to give up on her dreams and her career to raise me."

"And I'm sure that if I asked her, she would tell me that you've been the best thing that has ever happened to her and that she would do it all over again."

"I don't know…" I sigh.

"She would, Val. Because she's raised an amazing woman, one to be very proud of."

"You are gonna make me cry again" I chuckle.

"And I may cry with you too" Rosy laughs. "But you need to be patient with her, Val. You know this relationship isn't what people are used to."

"If I was dating a man 10 years older, they would not judge me this much."

"Oh, they would. But not for the same reasons."

"Yeah, true" I chuckle.

"She'll come around. And if she doesn't, you know you will always have me."

"Thank you, Rosy" I sob.

"You're welcome" she says, hugging me again. "And since I'm gonna be something like your mother… You could do with a shower, Valeria."

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry. Silvia said that I should probably wash my hair, but I've been feeling so poorly that…"

"It's ok, don't worry" Rosy chuckles. "I've smelt worse, I have two boys, remember? But why don't you shower while I finish making your lunch?"

"Yes, of course."

"Perfect" she smiles. "Also, do you have a squeezer? That's what I wanted to ask you earlier."

"Yes, on the cupboard on top of the fridge. We don't use it that much."

"Once you've tried my magical remedy for colds you will, you'll see" she winks, her gesture reminding me of Pedri.

"Thank you, Rosy."

"What for?"

For coming today. For taking care of me. For raising that amazing son of yours.

"Just… everything" I shrug.

"Well, you are very welcome" she smiles. "Now go shower."

"Yes, of course" I smile back before going into the bathroom.

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ᴅᴀʏ ꜱɪx: Exhaustion w/ Daryl Dixon

a/n: this one is a bit sad and kind of hints at suicidal thoughts? so, I would steer clear of this fic if that is something that you're sensitive with :] i admit i got a bit carried away with this one, but boyfriend!daryl to the rescue!

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What was the point in any of this? Fighting, winning, a short period of peace, and then fighting again. It was a sick cycle, one that you couldn't escape from. You weren't living, you were simply surviving, and your days felt like they were slowly bleeding together. You were tired, mentally, emotionally, and physically, which made you reckless.

The war that raged between Alexandria, Hilltop, and the Kingdom, and the Saviors was exhausting, truly having you question whether or not staying alive was worth it.

Sitting topless on a hood of a random car, you were cleaning yourself up after taking a pretty gnarly bullet graze to your side that hurt like a bitch. No one had seen you disappear just a few yards away, too busy planning, and helping each other and such. You needed the silence as you sat there, the pain reminding you that you were still human, despite having to push your humanity to the side.

You don't know how many people you've killed, how families you've separated just because they were a threat to you and your people.

You constantly wished that it didn't have to be that way, that maybe... that maybe you should have bit the dust when everything first started. You weren't fit to fight; before all of this, you were some chubby loser that stayed at home and avoided conflict as much as possible. You didn't know how to work a gun or knife or how to jack cars and be stealthy.

Maybe you should have seen this as an upgrade to your person, but it just wasn't you. You weren't a fighter, you were a lover, and you knew that wouldn't get you anywhere.

In the beginning when you lost Glenn & Abraham, Daryl felt like the only one that could pull you out of the darkness, but now you weren't so sure.

"Hey." Daryl greeted as he walked up beside you. Your body jumped, casting a quick glance to him before turning your gaze away. "Hi." You said quietly. You slipped your soiled shirt back over your head. "I was wonderin' where ya disappeared off too." He sat down on the hood next you, his eyes landing on the blood spot on the material of your shirt. "Ya alrigh'?" He asked, picking at a hangnail on his finger. "Mhm." An awkward air settled over you and your boyfriend.

"Why have ya been shuttin' me out?" Your body tensed, your stomach twisting nervously. "I haven't." Even though you were denying it, he was right, you have been. You were so deathly afraid that he was going to just be another person that you lost, and when he was taken captive by Negan, you pretty sure he was. It wasn't like you to not be all over him, to not tell him what was on your mind, and it was scaring him.

"Ya know yer lyin', so jus' tell me."

And just like that, you were crying, cradling your face in your hands as you sobbed.

"I'm so tired, D. The fights will never stop, people will never stop dying! I can't keep losing people!" He tugged you into his body by your waist, holding you close to him so that you can sob into his chest, your hands clutching onto his shirt tightly. "Sometimes I can't help but think about whether or not staying alive is worth it." You felt him stiffen under you before pulling you back so he could cradle your face.

"Don' say stuff like that. I— I get that you're sick of losin' people, believe I am too. I get it, but we gotta fight so we can live, and in order ta do that, we need ya here, I need ya here. 'Cause I love ya, yer my girl. I ain' goin' no where, and if ya do, I guess 'm jus' gonna have to follow ya then." You spared a wet chuckle, sniffling as you nuzzled into his hard worked palm.

"I love you too, Daryl Dixon." You whispered before leaning up to place a kiss on his lips.

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Love is Blind x Juke

For the past two days @thedeathdeelers and I have spiralled into a Love Is Blind x Juke fanfic in the dm's and this is what came out of it. So, a co-written Imène and Ophelia special for Juke Jeudi. Ta-da!

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“Hi,” a voice called out from the other side of the Pod. This was it. The start of this mess.

Luke perked up. "Uh, hey, I'm Luke."

"I'm Julie." A pause. Then a laugh. "This is really weird, huh?"

Luke laughed as well, the tension of the last twenty-four hours slipping away. One second he was drunk in his apartment with his buddies on the Netflix website, the second he was on a flight to San Diego for a freaking reality dating show. Or rather: a marriage show. Insane. But whatever. It wasn't like he was actually going to find someone. He was just gonna lay low, write some songs, and then dip after ten days.

"So, Julie, what made you sign up for this thing?" he asked, draping himself across the couch. A cup of rum and coke dangled in his hand.

"Um… I guess I wanted to do something I'd never do. I'm always waiting for love, you know, instead of… just going for it. So here I am. What about you?" Her voice was pretty, slightly raspy, yet melodic, and he felt himself listening to her intently.

"I'm here to write songs," he replied, blunt.

She laughed. "What?"

"Yep."

"You're here… for songs?"

"Don't take this the wrong way," he said, "but this is like a retreat for me."

"Well, that's excellent, actually," she replied, smooth. "Because I happen to be a songwriter."

***

Julie went into her second date after an hour long conversation about music and their favourite bands with Luke. She felt giddy, but knew a first impression didn’t mean anything in an experiment like this. Sitting down, she called out: "Hello?"

"Hi, I'm Nick," a male voice said.

Julie smiled. "I'm Julie."

"Julie," he repeated, and she heard the scribbling of paper. "So, tell me about yourself, Julie."

"Um… what do you wanna know?"

"Where are you from?" he asked.

Easy enough. "I’m from Los Feliz."

"No way!" He laughed. "Me too!"

Her brows raised. "Really? Where did you go to school?"

"LF Public High."

"Ah," she sighed, "I went to the arts school. It would be crazy if we've met each other before."

"Or maybe it's fate," he teased.

An amused smile twitched on her lips. Guys that flirted with the word ‘fate’ to wrap a girl around their finger; she’s met those before. "Yeah, who knows."

***

After three full days of jamming and creating music with Luke, somehow able to connect on such an intense level with a shimmery wall between them, they found themselves in amiable silence. It wasn’t awkward, somehow. The song they worked on had been rather emotional, about family and history and regret. It brought back memories she hadn’t dared to discuss in the Pods. But now…

“Not to like, um,” she licked her lips, “dump all my trauma, but—”

“It’s okay,” he whispered.

“My mom, uh, died… two years ago.” Julie took a steadying breath, though let the tears roll as they came. He didn’t see her. She could cry. “She’d been sick for a while—terminal cancer—so we were prepared, but… nothing actually prepares you for it.” She heard him hum, encouraging her to continue. “And that’s why I applied for the show. The day she died, I felt like I died with her. I’ve just been on auto-pilot. So, ‘Love Is Blind’ was honestly this, like, desperate attempt to feel again, but I didn’t think I’d actually marry someone. I just wanted to break free of this dead feeling… if that makes sense.”

After a beat of silence, Luke said, “It does. Trust me, it does. I’m sorry, Jules, for your loss. That’s the worst thing that could ever happen, I–” A curt laugh left him. “I wish I could hug you right now, fuck.”

“It’s okay,” she sniffled.

“You’re probably the strongest person I know, not gonna lie,” he continued. “Trying to keep living after that… you should be so proud, Jules.”

Julie’s lip wobbled as she sank to the carpeted ground and shuffled to the shimmery wall, pressing one hand against it. She hadn’t had a sip of alcohol today—even though the producers wanted her to—so she knew all she felt was pure.

“I am proud,” she agreed. “Only a crazy alive person locks themselves in a Pod for seventeen hours a day.”

A laugh barked out of him. Jumping off the couch, he sat cross-legged in front of the shimmery wall. His heart hammered a nervous beat. “I, uh, relate, to be honest, to, like, mom stuff.”

“Oh?”

“My mom hasn’t died, fortunately, but… when I was seventeen, we got in a really big fight. Like, we said some nasty stuff to each other. I ran away. I didn’t speak to them for six years.” He shook his head. “And I know it’s not the same. Trust me, I know. I left by choice. But it felt like the death of my bond with them. I felt like I was dead to my parents. They never tried looking for me. Maybe because they knew where I was, but… they never tried reaching out. Until I did it at twenty-three.”

Julie sighed, “I’m so sorry, Luke.”

“It caused me to produce some fire songs, but… I don’t know if it was worth it.” He chuckled, tears rolling down his cheeks in surprise. “I don’t think I ever told someone that before.”

Julie smiled. “I’ll keep it a secret. Thank you for sharing that with me, Luke.”

“No problem,” he tried to sound nonchalant, but to him, it came off infinitely grateful.

“How’s your relationship with them now?” she asked.

“It’s… it’s alright. It’s not perfect in the slightest, but, you know, I come around for dinner or lunch at least once a month, I keep them in the loop, they keep me in the loop, they’ve attended one of my concerts…” He trailed off. “We’ve come a long way.”

“That’s great to hear,” she smiled. “Family is so important to me, so I would’ve felt so bad if I wouldn’t be able to—” She paused, warmth spreading in her body and face.

Luke frowned. “What?”

“If, um, if I wouldn’t be able to, um, meet them,” she uttered awkwardly. They had come to the silent agreement that they wouldn’t marry and simply be each other’s confidante for the ten days in the Pods. Julie has never felt like this before though. She felt… she was in love. Which was crazy, but how else could she explain the feeling in her gut?

A smile grew on Luke’s face. “You wanna meet them?”

“Don’t goad me like that!”

Luke laughed. “I’m not! I’m not! It’s… it’s cute, Julie, that you wanna meet them. Y’know, I wanna meet your dad, too. He sounds cool.”

Julie smiled. Her heart felt like bursting. “He is.”

***

The next day, Julie stood in the kitchen of the women’s quarters stirring a carrot and bell pepper soup on the stove. Luke’s favourite. If they ever were to meet in real life, she’d introduce him to other, way better, soups, but this would do for now.

Suddenly, Carrie—another contestant—appeared beside her. “You’re talking with Luke, right?” Carrie asked.

Julie looked up. “Yeah, why?”

“Well,” she shrugged, haughty, “he's my number one, so.”

Julie frowned. Luke’s her number one? Since when? She had never heard Carrie speak about him. Did something happen in the Pods that she wasn’t aware of? “I thought Nick was your number one.”

The woman rolled her eyes. “Nick is so passive. I like Luke a lot more. I mean, musicians are hot, right?”

Carrie was baiting her, Julie realised, replying with a weak: “I… I guess…”

“Yeah,” Carrie affirmed, “so he’s my number one. I heard he’s yours, too.” The blonde tried to pull off an air of nonchalance as she inspected her perfectly manicured nails, but Julie didn’t bother with an answer and chose to add a pinch more paprika to the soup instead. She smiled; yeah, he’d like that.

Aggrieved Julie didn’t respond, Carrie continued: “So, why are you making soup?”

Julie threw a disbelieving look at Carrie. “It’s for Luke. For his birthday?”

Carrie, who had already lost interest in the conversation, suddenly whipped her head back towards Julie, hair flicking with the motion. “It’s his birthday? When? Since when?”

Julie rolled her eyes at the girl, and shook her head. Deciding to make a dig, she said: “I thought he was your number 1?”

Carrie frowned and pointed at the pot. “Can I give him some, too?”

"No,” Julie puffed, in disbelief that the woman even dared to ask her that. “That's honestly weird for you to ask, Carrie. It’s disingenuous."

"Okay, whatever," she grumbled and skulked away to talk to Kayla.

***

"So... I talked to Carrie..." Julie brought up after Luke had accepted and had taken a swig of her homemade soup. It had to be their sixth date at this point, but it has felt like forever.

The man looked up from his guitar in confusion, wracking his brain for the last time he spoke to Carrie. "Okay?"

"She said you're her number one."

His frown deepened. "What? Really? We've spoken maybe twice."

"Oh." A relieved laugh left Julie. "Oh, wow. Then she's super jealous, or something." Her cheeks felt warm. "I was a little worried for a second, to be honest."

Luke grinned. "Yeah?"

"Mh-hm..."

"Y'know, I was worried about Nick," he confessed.

That surprised her. "Really? Why?"

"‘Cause I know you did have a connection with him."

"Yeah," she admitted, "but not in the way that we connect. Nick's like... a friend. That's all."

"Then you should tell him that," Luke said, amused. "'Cause he thinks you guys are fated."

Julie rolled her eyes. "Oh, jeez."

***

It was his favourite time of the day—sprawled across the sofa, snacks littering the floor—as he scratched out a chorus to Sunset Curve’s new song.

But that’s not why it was his favourite.

It was his favourite because he could just about hear Julie scribbling in her own journal right across that damn shimmery wall separating them, almost picturing frown lines between her brows. Which was weird, ‘cause he had never actually seen her.

It was weird, right?

But that didn’t stop him. Luke felt a silly grin taking over his features as he hummed along what he imagined would be the pre-chorus, leg swinging over the armrest—

And then he froze, stopping all movement.

Because he could be hallucinating, but he swore he just heard singing coming from the other room. The one that contained Julie. The human wrecking ball that had already captivated him before he had ever seen her.

Or heard her, apparently.

Holy shit. Holy shit.

Luke nearly fell off the couch as he stumbled into a sitting position, jumping from his spot to the shimmery wall. He splayed his fingers as he pressed his palms against the damn thing keeping them apart, and then placed his ear against it.

He stopped moving; stopped breathing. She was singing. And it was fucking beautiful.

Shit. He was fucked.

He remembered Julie telling him about her complicated relationship with music; how she hadn’t sang in over a year. But now she was singing, here, with him, and he was finding it so hard to keep himself in check. He could clearly hear Alex’ voice in his head telling him to ‘cool it, Patterson. You’re going to scare her off.’

And that was the last thing he wanted to do.

Afterwards, Luke barged into the men's quarters and yelled: “I'm marrying Julie!”

Dean barely looked up from his paperback. “Yeah, we know.”

"You haven't talked about anyone else," Seth added.

"Oh," Luke said, scratching the back of his head. "Well, yeah. Now I'm gonna do it."

"Cool, man," Garrett grinned. "Get that woman!"

***

On the tenth day, Julie wore her prettiest dress. A purple number, nothing too special, as she hadn’t actually thought to get married on this show. The other women had ornate dresses, but she’d have to do with this one.

Then again, she wasn’t actually sure Luke would propose. He told her he loved her, but that didn’t mean he wanted to marry her in a month; that didn’t mean he wanted to go through with the experiment; the reality show.

Opening the door to the Pod, she heard Luke already pacing on his side.

“Hi,” she said.

“Oh!” he exclaimed. “Hey!”

She paused at the wall. “You’re nervous?”

“It’s the tenth day, so, uh…” Luke shook his head and stared at the silly velvet box in his hands. This was ridiculous. Insane. Every other synonym for that word. He wasn’t marriage material. He was a guy from an underground rock band that came here to get inspired and write. But here he fucking was.

“I don’t wanna say we’re fated, ‘cause I don’t believe in that shit,” he suddenly continued, the words flowing out of him.

Julie smiled. “Me neither.”

“But I do—I do think you’re my person, Julie. That we should be together outside of the Pods. When we make music it’s like–like–”

“Magic,” she finished, her smile widening and her hands pressing against the wall.

“Yeah,” he breathed. Sinking onto both knees, he kept his eyes on the box. “We’re magic together, I think. And I love you. I know that. I love you.”

Julie let her forehead drop against the wall as she giggled. Nothing about this made sense. No one would be able to understand what she felt right now. “I love you, too.”

“So… Julietta Rose Victoria Marie Molina…” He took a steadying breath. Now or never. “Will you do me the honour of marrying me?”

An elated sob left the woman, nodding profusely despite him being unable to see her. “Yes!” she exclaimed. “Yes!”

***

The white doors slid open in a swoop and their identities were revealed. Luke took a step forward and found his jaw falling slack at the short woman several feet away from him. She… was perfect. Down to those cute, scribbled-on sneakers.

Julie laughed, showcasing a gap between her teeth, and waved at him. "Hi."

"Hey," he grinned, his walk turning into a jog—he had to get to her—and grabbed her into a hug. "Holy shit."

"I know," she laughed, latching onto him. "Neither of us had a proposal outfit packed."

"Julie–Jules, you–" Pulling away slightly, he felt moisture building in his eyes from the shock and tension. His hands cupped her cheeks. "You're–wow."

"Thanks," she giggled, her eyes also wet. "You're wow, too."

***

After the couples arrived in the resort in Mexico, Julie and Luke settled into their suite. They unpacked their suitcases as they chatted about their flight, rosy-cheeked and happy. The camera flipped to Julie in the confessional, seated on the terrace in a pretty blue dress.

"Luke and I have arrived in Mexico," Julie said. "And it's definitely weird, suddenly, like, being able to touch him and see him, but it also feels so natural. We're just really excited to continue growing what we have and make more music."

"Julie's gonna do the speaking for me this vacay," Luke added next in his confessional, a big smile stretched across his cheeks. "I'm twenty-nine, guys, I've forgotten 10th grade Spanish, y'know."

“Yes, we’ve kissed,” Julie continued, shy, “on the plane. We wanted to do it away from the cameras, and um… it was–it was good.” Her eyes averted as her smile grew. “It was really good.”

Luke plopped down on the bed. “What do you wanna do first? Check out the pool? The beach?”

“The buffet,” she emphasised. “I’m super hungry.”

He laughed. “Sounds good to me.”

Julie slid beside him. “I also wanted to talk to you about something, now that we’re here…”

Luke nodded. “Okay.”

“Um… so we’re now sharing a bed…”

“Yeah.”

“I’d like to wait until after the wedding before we have sex,” she admitted. His face gave nothing away, simply listening to her. “It’s not that I’m not attracted to you, I am, but it’s something I want to honour, you know?”

“Of course,” he whispered. “I can wait, Julie, don’t worry about it.”

“Yeah?”

“Sex isn’t that important to me,” he said with a shrug. “It’s great, but it’s not everything.”

“Duh,” she deadpanned. “Music is.”

He laughed. “Exactly, you get it.”

The woman let out a relieved breath. She didn’t think Luke would be appalled, but she hadn’t been totally sure. Now, she could sleep beside him without the stress. Kissing his cheek, she said, “Besides, we can do other stuff.”

He wiggled his brows, mischievous. “‘Other’ stuff?”

With a roll of the eye, she pushed him away and got up. “Let’s get food.”

“Yes, Boss!”

***

The next day in Mexico, all the couples met up at the pool. It was the first time they all could see each other and properly meet. Neither Julie or Luke were worried their affection would sway, but they were nervous to approach Carrie and Nick. Both had claimed a connection, but now they were a couple themselves.

It especially bothered Luke, if he was honest. Julie was… incredibly beautiful, especially in that purple dress she wore tonight, and he wasn’t blind to the eyes Nick had been giving her.

Afterwards, Julie and Luke sat on the bed curled towards each other, discussing the events of the night.

"So... what did you think of Nick?" Luke asked, feigning nonchalance.

Julie smirked at his obvious attempt to seem cool. "He was… nice."

"Yeah? Got a crush on him?"

"Sure," Julie deadpanned, "and that was why the conversation ended after, like, two minutes, and I stayed by your side for the rest of the night."

Luke grinned and placed a hand on her knee. "Yeah?"

"Mh-hm." She caressed his tattooed arm. "Don’t worry. I... there's not a shadow of doubt it's you, Luke. Trust me."

Luke's smile melted into fondness. "I trust you."

***

After Mexico—where one of the couples devolved and split up, leaving four couples left—they all returned to Los Angeles. Unfortunately, they couldn’t move back into their regular apartments, but all had to share the same complex. Julie and Luke lived on the third floor in a shiny, white apartment. It was the furthest thing from Luke’s actual place.

On a positive note, they could finally introduce their partner to their friends and family. Like now.

"Today, I'm meeting Luke's friends and band members," Julie said to the camera, standing outside of Luke’s studio in the heart of Mar Vista. "I've talked with them on the phone a couple days ago, but this'll be the first time we'll be face to face."

Luke drifted on his heels as he barely looked at the camera, clearly addressing Julie. "I'm not worried. Julie's, like, the puzzle piece we've been missing. And I fucking love her. So. Yeah."

Julie and Luke walked in where Reggie and Alex were already seated in an old, leather couch. Reggie seemed nonchalant, but Alex often flitted his eyes to the camera.

"Hi," Julie greeted. "I'm Julie!"

"Ooh," Reggie cooed. "You're even prettier IRL!"

Alex eyed her in disbelief. "Yeah. Blink twice if you wanna escape our Luke."

"Awesome support, guys," Luke grumbled.

Julie worried that the boys perhaps thought that what she and Luke had was too good to be true—that it wouldn’t last—and all it would do was interrupt their music career. She didn’t stop worrying until Alex gently pulled her away from the guys mid-practice session, and took her on a short walk around the garden.

Somehow, he knew exactly what was on her mind—and exactly what to tell her.

“Luke’s a pretty open book with just about everyone, or that’s what people think. He likes to show everyone all the good sides to him; the music, the cheerful attitude, the constant pep-talks. But he’s never, and I mean never, talked to anyone about his mom as openly as he did with you.” Alex stopped to turn and face Julie. “He’s always worried about dumping all his problems on others and it’s been his thing ever since we’ve known him. He just hides it all to himself, until he explodes and writes a song about it.”

He shrugged, though Julie could see the worry in Alex’ eyes. “But the fact that he shared some of that stuff with you, let you hear ‘Unsaid Emily’… Julie, you’re it for him. And if you’re it for Luke, you’re it for us.” Alex grimaced at his choice of words, but didn’t correct himself, choosing instead to smile encouragingly at Julie.

A moved Julie nodded in relief and pulled the drummer into a tight hug. “Thank you,” she whispered.

That evening, it was time for Luke to meet Julie’s family, namely: her father, brother and aunt Victoria. The rest of the family would attend the wedding. Which, according to Julie, was ‘a lot’. She’d prepped him for tonight, but she still seemed nervous as she rang the bell and waited for the door to open.

“What’s the prob?” he asked.

“Well—”

The door flung open and an older woman in athleisure squealed at the sight of Luke. “Lukas! Come in, come in! Oh, mija, you did such a good job picking him!”

“Tia—”

“My name is Luke, actually—”

Victoria continued unperturbed and ushered them inside. He barely had time to soak in the interior as she continued babbling on. "Thank you, Lukas—" Victoria gushed.

"It's Luke—"

"—for taking my Julie off the street. Twenty-seven! Who would've thought!"

"Ah, yes," Julie drawled beside him, slightly peeved. "The old crone's age of twenty-seven."

“I think she was the one who took me off the street,” he said, throwing a smirk Julie’s way to ease the nerves a bit.

Her father and brother popped in from the kitchen, the former with a wide smile and the latter rather sceptical. “Is that my daughter’s fiancé I hear?”

***

"Luke is meeting my best friend, Flynn, today," Julie said outside of a bar. "I'm a little nervous, because Flynn is super protective of me, but I think it'll be fine!"

Luke smirked. "People love me. Everything will be great!"

That was, until Flynn said a quick hello and then shoved a ten-page questionnaire in his face. She smirked. “Just to see you’re not a serial killer and won’t break my friend’s heart.”

“Because those two are mutually important,” Julie replied, sarcastic.

Luke scratched the back of his head as he thumbed through the pages. “I–I have to do this now?”

“Why? Scared?” Flynn pressed. “Also—” She whipped a cotton swab from her pocket and grabbed Luke’s face, pushing his mouth open. "Just the usual," she muttered and swabbed the inside of his cheek. "Just normal DNA things…”

After the horrible bar situation, Julie paced along the kitchen island continuously apologising for her friend’s behaviour. “I swear she’s usually not like this, I’m so embarrassed, like she’s protective, but not—”

“Hey, hey, hey,” Luke grabbed her shoulders to stop her from pacing with a relaxed smile. “Yeah, it was weird, but it wasn’t the end of the word.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.” He smiled. “You have a Flynn, I have a Reggie and Alex," he soothed. "It's all cool."

***

As Carrie and Nick argued for the umpteenth time at the Cheese Tasting Date, Luke and Julie were bent over Luke's songbook, scribbling and discussing the bridge of a song.

"No, no, there should be an inverse and then, like, the reveal, that he was never there at all," Julie said.

"I don't wanna write a sad song, Jules. It's a love song," Luke bounced back.

"I mean—" She popped a piece of brie in her mouth. "---it is a love song, just not a happy one."

A grin ticked up his lips. "Is it about Nick and Carrie?"

Julie swatted his arm. "Luke!"

"What! C'mon, Jules, look at 'em." He nodded at the pair currently shouting at each other outside, two cameras on them. "They're not exactly soulmates."

Another pairing, Vivian and Dean, joined them at their table. "Oh my God," Vivian said, "can Carrie and Nick just end it already?"

"Carrie wants those followers, she can't leave just yet," Dean added with a roll of the eyes.

"Yeah," Julie trailed, "it's... a lot."

"What're you working on, dude?" Dean asked.

Luke grinned. "A song, obviously."

Viv sighed dreamily. "It's so romantic, honestly, that you guys have, like, a 'thing'."

Dean frowned. "We have a thing."

His fiancée's brows raised, challenged, and Luke and Julie recoiled into their songwriting shell again.

***

The wedding was a no-brainer. After a teary-eyed dress fitting and a fun bachelorette party with the girls—where Carrie tried to disrupt her happiness one final time—Julie found herself in the hotel room of a beautiful ranch where she and Luke would officiate their marriage. Somehow, the month felt like a year and her relationship with Luke felt like a decade.

“Are you nervous?” Flynn asked, buttoning Julie into her dress.

She shook her head. “No, just healthy jitters.”

“Good.” The two stared at each other in the mirror. “You deserve this, girl.”

Victoria came in with glasses of champagne. “Well, I’m nervous, so drink up, my loves.”

On the other side of the hotel, Luke, Alex and Reggie sat in the plush chairs, ready for the wedding. Luke’s foot bounced up and down in anticipation, ready to hold her and kiss her and be hers. He knew he was a romantic, but he never thought it could get this deep.

“Do you think she’ll say yes?” Alex asked.

Luke nodded. “Yeah. There’s honestly not a doubt in my mind, dude.”

“But what if she does?”

“Then…” Luke took a swig of his beer as a salute. “Then we’ll have a killer album in no time.”

Soon after, the ceremony began. Luke first went down the aisle where he smiled and nodded at all his friends and family. His parents sat in the front and smiled proudly at him.

And then came Julie. Julie, in a beautiful gown and a shimmering face, taking his breath away. It felt like he had tunnel vision. She, too, couldn’t look anywhere but him, and felt her racing heart calm down the second he helped her up the steps. Her father had tears in his eyes as he gave her away.

“Hi,” she whispered.

“Hey,” he whispered back, smiling, “you look gorgeous.”

“Thank you.”

The officiator began his speech, Luke and Julie exchanged quick vows—though most has been said in the countless lyrics they’ve written together—and they sealed it all with a kiss. They were married. Forever.

For the final time, Julie spoke to the camera with shiny cheeks and sparkling eyes. “How do I feel? I mean, I think you can guess.”

Luke jumped into frame and picked her up, bridal-style. “You’re looking at Miss Julie Molina-Patterson, Netflix! Hell yeah!”

***

At the reunion, they were the only couple left standing. Obviously.

***

#juke #juke jeudi #happy juke jeudi!!!#jatp fanfiction #lib x juke

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thecringemachine · 2 years

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TA-DAAAAAAAAAAAA!

NEXT FIC DONE TONIGHT! (I'm so proud of myself)

Here you go children, drink it up.

NO SHIP! THE NINJA THINK OF EACH OTHER AS BROTHERS!

Enjoy @dutifullyshamelessninja

“Jay, for the last time, no!” Kai said as he held his swords close.

“Why not?” Jay whined. “It’s not like I’m gonna break them!” But Kai just tightened his grip on them.

“Why do you want them anyway?” he asked.

“Because Master Wu wants me to cut away the shrub, and your swords are the sharpest ones here!” Jay shot back. Kai let out an exasperated sigh.

“Jay, that is what LOPPERS ARE FOR!” Kai yelled. Jay just folded his arms stubbornly.

“Yeah, but your swords can do the job much faster.” He retaliated. Kai just shook his head.

“Well that’s too bad. You’re not getting them so leave my room please!” Kai said forcefully. Jay’s expression softened.

“Fine, but first-” Jay pounced on Kai, knocking his swords away and pinning him to the ground. “-this is for not letting me use your swords.” Kai was confused for a second, but then he felt quick fingers spider over his sides. Light, breathless laughter started filling the air at the tickles.

“Jahahay! StahahAAHAHAP! NOHAHAHA!” His laughter got stronger as Jay clawed up to his ribs, digging his fingers in between the bones. Jay soon switched to jabbing Kai’s sides. Kai couldn’t help but snort. Jay looked at him with adoration.

“Awwwww. Your snorting is so cute!” he teased. Kai did his best to glare at him.

“Shuhut uhuhup.” He giggled out. Jay clicked his tongue.

“Now, that’s no way to talk to your favorite brother!” Jay chuckled, tracing Kai’s neck. Kai snorted again as his sweet spot was attacked.

“NOHOHO! JAHAHAY! YOHOHOU LITTLE- AAAAAH!” Kai shouted as Jay leaned down and planted a raspberry right in the crook of his neck. Jay pulled away and chuckled at his reaction.

“You're so cute! I could just tickle you to bits!” Jay teased, tickling Kai’s ribs while blowing endless raspberries into his neck. He tried scrunching his shoulders, but Jay would just dig his hands under his arms.

“JAHAHAY! PLEHEHEASE! STAHAHAP!” Kai pleaded, unable to bear the tingles shooting through his body.

“Oh, I would, but you haven’t apologized for not letting me use your swords. Brothers share you know.” Jay said matter-of-factly. Kai shook his head as another snort came out of him.

“NEHEVER!” He laughed stubbornly, squirming so much that Jay was struggling to keep him pinned down. He stopped for a couple seconds to give Kai a breather.

“Ready to apologize?” He asked. Kai shook his head again.

“Ihihi’m nohot apologihizing.” Kai said stubbornly. Jay shrugged.

“Then I guess we’ll have to crank it up a bit.” That was Kai’s only warning before Jay used tiny shocks on his ribs and neck. Kai arched his back and screamed with laughter as his two worst spots were tortured by the tiny but effective shocks.

“AAAAAAAHAHAHAA! NOHOHO NOHOT THAHAHAT!” He shrieked. He was starting to weaken and couldn’t take much more. And Jay’s cooing wasn’t helping.

“PLEHEHEASE JAY! I CAHAHAN’T!” He pleaded once more, but Jay just shushed him.

“All you have to do is apologize.” He said once more. Kai finally broke.

��OKAY! OKAHAHAY! IHIHI’M SOHOHORRY! JUST STAHAHAP!” He shouted. Hearing the desperate cry, Jay stopped. He pulled Kai up to himself and hugged him tight. Kai was too weak to stop him and actually snuggled into it.

“I forgive you.” Jay said quietly, smirking. Kai was too tired to glare at him, but he did poke his side, satisfied with the cute squeak Jay emitted. Jay just smiled down at him and sighed.

“Sooo, can I use your swords?” He asked. Kai chuckled.

“Yeah, knock yourself out. Just, be careful, I need them too.” he replied tiredly. Jay gave him a squeeze and helped him into his bed. “Have a nice nap Hothead.” he said, leaving the room without Kai’s swords. He didn’t have to have them, and Kai would sleep better if Jay wasn’t using his swords, and that was all Jay could think about now.

#tickles #ninjago fanfiction #ninjago tickles #Lee!Kai #Ler!Jay #CUTE!

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safyresky · 10 months

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I am once again asking if tscs even knows what pacing is

Episode 4 once again has my brain itching and not in a good way. I'm so infuriated and also perplexed and also very much just. What?? Did I just watch????

Part of me is like "Man, maybe I should stop watching this show. I dislike it it. Every episode takes down my hp permanently. my brain KEEPS ITCHING AND YOU CAN'T SCRATCH YOUR BRAIN WITH YOUR FINGERS UNLESS YOU DO SOME QUESTIONABLE SHIT THAT WOULD GET A MEDICAL LICENCE REVOKED!!!!" and the other part of me is like "You know what's fun? Getting angry while also still wondering if perhaps it will get better!"

SURVEY SAYS. IT AIN'T GETTING ANY BETTER FOLKS!

I don't even know WHERE to begin, so I'm just gonna point form this bitch and see what happens (chaos I imagine)

UM. CURTIS EXPLODED????

I REMEMBER READING THAT IN A FIC SOMEWHERE and I can't remember what fic it was, but the OC that was the head elf before Bernard exploded into confetti bc of stress. I gotta find that fic again.

BUT UM. CURTIS-ITIS??? WHAT A WAY TO GET WRITTEN OFF THE SHOW. KINDA SAD FOR THE LIL GUY, HE WAS STRESSED BUT DIDN'T DESERVE TO BE EXPLODED ):

Hey. Don't cry, don't cry. I have a list of misdemeanours Scott has done that would surely get him in trouble with the Council. Wanna see it?

YOU'RE GONNA.

Based on really shitty math that I did NOT fact check, about 2 billion counts of exposing the SOS (giving snow globes to all the families that celebrate Christmas to rejuvenate Christmas magic, that HAS to go against magical secrecy things)

Turning EB into a BB. Yes, Sandra did it, but given the "family business" angle...¯\_(ツ)_/¯

(one count of Legend-napping?)

Breaking into EB's house

Stealing his basket of tricks

Taking over his holiday and not telling the Council

Using Legendary Figure's powers on and against them

Lying. So much LYING.

So that's about 2 billion and 5? Ish? Penalties?

HMMM.

In Jack voice: I commit 273 acts of upstaging of Santa and I nearly get booted from the Council, but when SANTA commits two point five billion injections, he gets off scoot free! Unbelievable.

So, yeah. I am mad about that. And on the SUBJECT of Jack Frost on this Jack Frost Stan Blog, WHY ARE ALL THESE SANTA'S MAKING SNOW???? I KNOW IN TSC2 SANTA MADE SNOW BUT IT WAS OBVI FAKE AF AND BAD. AND NOW THIS???? JUST, MAKING FLURRIES AND LETTING IT SNOW AND SNOWBALLS AND THE ICICLES FROM LAST SEASON??

AHHHH

Okay. I'm cool. I'm chill. I'm calm. Uh

(clearing my throat)

The way. The ladies are all interacting. Is ICK. It's like, trying to be woke and then going back and doing the EXACT OPPOSITE. Like. Just. I can't DEAL with every woman to woman conversation, especially when Carol is involved. She just keeps going back on things she says, and I dislike EVERYTHING about the ladies and ladies chats. I was SHOOKETH when they went "Let's use EB's house as a rage room!" THE MAN WAS KIDNAPPED AND BUNNY'D GUYS. COME ON! The Claus's really are out here just CRIMING IT UP, HUH.

Man. I haven't done a second watch and I'm not sure I'm going to??? I may attempt it again tomorrow. But it really really does seem like the plot is getting kinda lost. I honestly thought Mad Santa would make it to the Pole this episode, and my guess about him getting there end of episode 5 or beginning of 6 was like. NOT CORRECT

BUT FELLAS. I THINK IT WAS CORRECT. I THINK THEY'RE REALLY GONNA LAST MINUTE THE PLOT. AH.

Seeing Sandman was fun! I thought the elves lulling him to sleep was goddamn funny as FUCK. I did NOT like hoe easily he gave into Scott's gaslighting.

Also, holy hell. If Santa can't look like Santa delivering eggs, then perhaps maybe you should uh. MAKE THE WATCH TURN HIM INTO A BUNNY? NOT INTO REGULAR SCOTT CALVIN? HATE THAT. I have always had a hc that Santas totally could poof into their civilian selves for whatever reason, BUT NOT LIKE THIS. And I know it's just bc TA doesn't like the Santa prosthetics. Every single instalment of this franchise has him not being Santa-ie at some point and it is. EXHAUSTING. Scott's just exhausting. I miss movie Scott so gd much y'all

Also love that Mad Santa's plan was "maybe he'll notice me" lol. That's fucking funny. The elves sure did! But they don't want to be EXILED and I'm like, uh, I KNOW there was a clause for it but Scott doesn't know so maybe you guys need to chill? IF SANTA DOESN'T KNOW HE CAN EXILE YOU THEN YOU ARE SET!

Also x2, it has just occurred to me that we are 4 episodes in and have yet to:

meet the other gnomes

see this amulet Magnus keeps talking about

see Kris have any other part that isn't just "look we got fluffy on here!"

see ANYONE make the EB was kidnapped connection

See Befana put EB back

be given more substance on being exiled as an elf

like. do exiled elves turn into gnomes? given Olga's like of marshmallows?? HMM

Man y'all, I'm all over the place, much like this episode. I wonder what the heckeros is going on behind the scenes. I feel like the plot is so derailed and uh also. THEY EXPLODED MY BOY!!

#dani speaks #man i've never been a curtis fan big time but like YOU DIDN'T NEED TO GO AHEAD AND EXPLODE HIM #tscs #the santa clauses #tscs2 #tscs spoilers #dani watches tscs2 #LIKE. COME ON! ):#ana and I are debriefing and trying to wrap our heads around this episode and like #the magic does not exist in tandem with the real world like it did in the movies and that's sad #it doesn't feel heartfelt it feels cold and i dislike that #A LOT #anyway i'm getting the vibe that this episode is gonna have me like AND ANOTHER THING-ING allll week #i'm gonna go and get chapter 25 ready for us all bc i need HEALING and to BELIEVE in magic existing in our world!!!!! ah!#text #long post #tscs wank

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kindheart525 · 9 months

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There was a cave on the rock farm playfully dubbed the “Crying Cave” by the sisters when they were young, a nickname which ended up sticking well into their adulthoods. It was a place where any of the Pies could go, in moments of strife, to cry, scream in anger, or simply think. The crystals were like friends to listen to your problems; they would always be there.

Limestone Pie had avoided lingering here after her father passed, only entering its secluded walls to mine whatever resources she needed and then leave. Even when her other family members took their time in there to mourn, she didn’t need to. Or she just…didn’t have the time for it.

But it was exactly where she knew she’d find her son, who had a lot to think about as of late. And now…so did she.

“Mountain Peak!”

The mare called out in her usual harsh tone, but then attempted to soften her voice.

“You in here?”

“Agh! I mean, yep! I’m here!”

Mounty appeared over a wall of crystals, his eyes widened in surprise. Lime couldn’t quite tell if he flew up there or jumped out of fear.

The colt’s expression shifted to vague disappointment once he saw who it was. He landed on the other side of the wall, now looking guilty.

“I wasn’t gonna be in here for long, I promise! Pinkie Promise! I’ll get back ta work now, what did ya want me to do?”

“Sit down.”

Limestone ordered with the same authority as her own mother, though not as gently.

“Uh…please. I want to talk. We’ll work later.”

It was like Holder’s Bolder had cracked open in broad daylight. Limestone Pie remembering to say please and thank you!? Postponing work for even a minute!? He jested to himself…but she wanted to talk to him? Honest to Gaia?

At this point Mounty had almost resigned himself to never having a real conversation with her, but maybe Ma AJ had gotten through to her after all.

“What’s goin’ on?”

He asked, though both of them knew the answer.

Limestone stood in silence for a moment, moving her mouth like she was about to say something but then stopping to reconsider. She wasn’t so good with feelings.

“I…uh…”

Limestone cleared her throat, deciding she wasn’t going to dance around this and drag it out more than she needed to. The colt could handle a straightforward explanation.

“Your Ma talked to me today, while we were out running errands. About how you’ve been behaving and how you’re feeling. You talked to her, right?”

“Yes?”

What are you gettin’ at here?

Mounty was confused as he wondered if he was in for a scolding or a real conversation.

“I know it’s been hard for you since your grandpa, ahem, passed on. And if your Ma’s right, I guess I’ve made it worse. A lot worse.”

A new pang of guilt shot through her as she said this, thinking of how she’d treated him.

Mounty, the unabashedly good-natured colt he was, opened his mouth like he was about to stop her, say, no, you didn’t, it’s okay. But that would have been a lie.

“Taking apart that machine you built is probably the worst thing.”

Limestone started going through the list in her head of things to apologize for, one by one, without fooling around.

“You didn’t take time off from work to build that thing. It even got you your cutie mark. It showed a lot of craftponyship and planning, and you should be proud. Even though I didn’t agree with the purpose, I shouldn’t have gotten all pissed off like that. I wouldn’t like it if somepony destroyed my hard days’ work like that.”

“It ain’t about the slide.”

Mounty frowned.

“I could build a new one o’ those no problem. It’s all those nasty things you said, ‘bout how I wasn’t doin’ anythin’ useful with mah cutie mark. An’ how I was disrespectin’ not only Grandpa but the whole family. Don’t you remember? That hurt somethin’ awful.”

“Yeah…”

Limestone cringed at herself, not just for what she said but how she was trying to talk her way around these more deeply-cutting actions of hers.

“That was bad, even for me. And it isn’t even true. Look—“

She sat up straighter to look him squarely in the eye.

“It took me a long time to realize this but I was wrong. About a lot of things. Like what your Grandpa would have wanted. If your Grandma and Great Aunt Morganite know anything, it’s that he would have liked that slide of yours. And…I’m sorry I tried making you think otherwise.”

Apologizing was extremely hard for Limestone, so she broke her gaze and turned away, hardly wanting to look at the colt she’d wronged.

“Thank you.”

Mounty said.

“An’ even though I had my doubts sometimes, I reckon I always knew he woulda liked it. Y’see, the Hearth’s Warmin’ before he passed, Grandpa an’ I had a bit of time together, and we talked a bit. He said I had a mighty important role ta fill on the farm, that I’d help it flourish an’ be an asset the the family.”

“Did he?”

Limestone uttered.

“Yeah. I reckon I took that ta heart, tryin’ ta fill that role an’ make him proud ever since. Even when uh…some ponies said I wasn’t doin’ it right.”

Mounty didn’t want to be confrontational and say that it was really only Limestone who said this, but she knew what he meant.

“Damn. I spent this whole time trying to make him proud too. When all I’ve really been…”

Her voice choked up.

“Is an insult to his memory.”

She slammed her hat down on the ground, throwing it almost like it was something foreign, something that didn’t belong to her.

“He…I talked to him too. Did you know that? He told me to take care of our family and protect what we stand for. And…and I did anything but that!”

Mounty wasn’t sure what she was doing at first, with her face concealed behind the smooth silver curtain of her mane. Perhaps scolding herself in the anger that was typical of her. But no…she was crying.

This was a long time coming, yet it was so unusual that he didn’t know what to do. He’d never seen his Mom even shed a tear before now. After a few moments of letting her sit there and let it out, he whispered,

“You really do miss yer Pa, don’t you?”

“He…he taught me everything I know.”

Limestone sniffled, wiping her eyes.

“At least, he tried to. I don’t know how much I learned. I wish he were still here, to teach me all this again. I’d actually listen this time. I swear to Gaia.”

She turned to look at her son.

“Maybe then I’d figure out how to actually support my foals so they don’t keep having to run off to this stupid Crying Cave.”

“Well…there ain’t nopony sayin’ ya can’t start now.”

Mounty tried to reassure her.

“I’m sure he’ll be proud seein’ ya try. I’m sure he did appreciate you always thinkin’ of him even if you…didn’t always get it right.”

He smiled.

“But we’re both in this cave now. I reckon we both need it?”

Normally Lime would have scolded him about talking back to her, for suggesting she wasn’t doing her job right. For a split second she did think of it, but he was right. She had just admitted it herself. She had a lot of work to do.

And she had to be the adult and be there for him.

“I’ll try to figure it out myself, but don’t be scared to tell me when there’s a better way to do things if I don’t get it. Even if I’m all rocky and jagged about it.”

She chuckled at the pun.

“You’ll have to be able to take charge if you’re going to run this farm one day.”

Mounty gasped.

“Really? Me?”

“If Grandpa wills it, it will be so.”

She affirmed.

“Give me that.”

She gestured towards his bow tie, which he took off after a brief look of questioning.

And to his surprise, the mare who wouldn’t dare alter her father’s belongings tied the pink ribbon around his hat for a whole new look.

“Your Grandpa would be so proud of you, Mounty. You have all the creativity and care I now know was always in him. He was right, you’re one of the best things to ever happen to this farm and this family.”

At this point she was crying again and so was Mounty, with happiness this time. They could both feel their love for their respective Pa and Grandpa reflected in each other, more strongly than ever.

Mounty moved in for a hug, one that was much needed, with his wings and forelegs wrapped fully around his mother who finally returned the gesture.

After a good long moment, Limestone’s quivering lips turned up into a playful smirk.

“Now…what do you say we go rebuild that slide?”

She pushed the hat down on his head, prompting a fit of laughter.

“Haha! You think we can do it as good?”

“We might even make it better. Just lead the way, farmer.”

~~~~~~~~~~

Previous: High Quality Crystal

#KindsArt #auraverse #the future’s foundation #limestone pie #mountain peak #story piece #next generation #my little pony #mlp fim #mlp g4

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dindjarin-mandalorian · 2 years

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Comfort Food (Young Peter Quill & Yondu Udonta)

A/N: This is one of several completed Yondu fics I wrote a few years ago and found sitting forgotten in a folder on my laptop a couple of weeks back, and I'm slowly making my way through them to get them all posted eventually. I'm not going to do much editing (just a glance-through to find glaring typos), and I feel like my writing has improved since then, but hopefully they'll be enjoyed. :)

Summary: A young Peter Quill has recently been abducted by the Ravagers and is struggling to come to terms with the meal options.

Warnings: I don't think there are any, but if I've missed one, just let me know.

Yondu didn’t see much of Peter at first after he brought him to the Eclector. As soon as Kraglin let go of him, Peter took off running and no one saw him for hours. Tullk eventually heard him crying in one of the storage rooms and immediately reported it to Yondu, who ordered food to be set outside the room occasionally, though it was never touched.

After a few days, Yondu was making one of his many trips past the storage room when he realized the boy was standing just inside the door instead of hiding behind the boxes in the back of the room.

Yondu stopped walking and stared at the Terran. Peter quailed a bit at the formidable sight and started to back into the room again, but stopped when Yondu spoke, though he flinched at the tone.

“Why ain’t’cha eatin’, boy?”

Peter took another step back and shook his head.

“What’s wrong? Can’t ya talk? I ain’t believin’ I got a Terran that can’t talk. Guess it’s a good thing I ain’t keepin’ ya fer yer talkin’.”

Peter’s brows constricted. “I can so talk!”

Yondu raised a brow. “What else can ya do?”

“I can do lots of things!”

“That right? Well, how ‘bout answerin’ my question.”

Peter looked down at the tray and made a face.

“My food ain’t good enough fer ya?”

“What is it?”

“It’s food. That’s all ya need ta know.”

“It doesn’t look like any food I’ve ever seen.”

“Well, ya ain’t seen much.”

Something in the bowl chose that moment to splash around and Peter yelled as he backed up a little more. “It… it moved!”

“Course it did. It’s better when it’s fresh.”

“I’m not eating that.”

“Then I guess yer gonna starve.”

Peter’s eyes filled with tears.

Yondu wasn’t used to tears and didn’t know how to deal with them, so he decided to handle it the same way he handled his crew. “Yer gonna eat it or yer gonna starve. Ain’t no other options.”

“Can’t we go to the grocery store?”

“Tha grocery store?”

“Yeah, that’s what… what my mom did when we needed food...” He trailed off quietly and looked at the floor as his hand moved to his Walkman on his hip. Yondu didn’t think Peter even realized he’d done it.

Yondu was decidedly uncomfortable at this turn of the conversation. “Ain’t no grocery stores ‘round here.”

A tear slid down Peter’s cheek. “Where… where are we?”

“We’re on our way to Morag.”

“Where’s that?”

“Near Xandar.”

“Where’s that?”

“Listen, boy, I ain’t got time fer no geography lessons.”

Peter looked at the floor again, and Yondu sighed. “We’ll go ta Xandar. They got some shops that sell Terran stuff. Maybe we can find some Terran food fer ya.”

“What’s… what’s Terran food?”

“Food from Terra… where yer from.”

“I’m… I’m from Earth.”

“Earth, Terra, whatever.”

Yondu’s wrist communicator beeped. “What is it, Oblo?”

“About to land on Morag, Cap’n.”

“Change of plans. We’re goin’ to Xandar.”

“But Cap’n, I thought we’s goin-”

“I said change of plans! Get us to Xandar.” He disconnected the call and turned back to Peter. “Come on.”

Peter hesitated, then followed Yondu down the hall, giving the bowl with the still-splashing creature in it a wide berth.

___

As they walked to the store that sold Terran food, Yondu realized he had no idea what kind of food to feed a Terran.

He cleared his throat, then asked, “So whad’dy’all Terrans eat?”

Peter opened his mouth to answer, then stopped, his thoughts swirling. He realized he had a unique opportunity to never have to eat his least favorite foods ever again.

“Well, boy?”

“Oh, well, candy is the biggest food group. We eat it for most meals.”

“Candy, huh? What’s that?”

“It’s… it’s got lots of vitamins in it. Helps us kids grow.”

“Huh. What else?”

“Pizza is also good for us. And ice cream and chips.”

“Well, surely this shop’ll have some of that stuff.”

As they entered the shop, Peter made a beeline to the Terran candy. “This is the best stuff for us. Chocolate. Oh! And these, too.”

Yondu narrowed his eyes and Peter was afraid Yondu had figured it out, but Yondu only said, “I ain’t payin’ an arm an’ a leg fer all this, so ya better jus’ pick out what ya need. I ain’t stockin’ up fer a year.”

Peter released a breath. “Okay.”

Yondu turned to look behind him. “What’re these?”

“Oh, those are… um… vegetables. They’re… they’re only for special occasions. Kids only get them if they do everything their parents ask them to do. We… we don’t get them often.”

He tried to look longingly at the broccoli to sell his story, but found it hard to do.

“That right?”

Peter nodded.

“Well, we ain’t buyin’ no veg’tables today. Ya gotta earn ‘em!”

Peter tried to look disappointed. “Okay.”

“Here, get some more a these candy bars. An’ ya better eat ‘em all or I’m gonna… gonna eat’cha.”

Peter’s eyes went wide. He had no problem with eating the candy, but he was taken aback by Yondu’s threat. Surely he wouldn’t eat him… Little did he know that it would soon become Yondu’s favorite threat, along with “Ya better do what I say or there ain’t gonna be no vegetables fer ya!”

Peter filled his basket with candy, frozen pizzas (which would have to do until he figured out how to have pizza delivered to the ship), and several tubs of ice cream. Yondu picked up a few more candy bars, not wanting the Terran to starve.

“Oh! I need to get something to drink. Like, um, soft drinks and chocolate milk. Water is… bad for us.”

Yondu quit walking and stared at Peter. “Water’s bad fer y’all? That don’t sound right.”

“Umm… maybe not bad. But… uh… we shouldn’t have it too often. We’ll… um… get… water sickness.”

“Water sickness?”

“Yeah, it’s bad.”

“Well, jus’ don’t drink too much of it. I ain’t gonna be worryin’ ‘bout takin’ ya ta no doctor.”

“I won’t.”

“’Cause if I catch ya drinkin’ too much, I’ll eat’cha!”

Peter’s eyes went wide and he nodded.

___

Back on the ship, Peter was trying to distract himself from his current situation by sorting his new stash of junk food. The fact that he’d lost his mother and been taken from his grandparents and his planet hadn’t yet sunk in completely. He turned up the volume on his Walkman and opened a candy bar, his mother’s favorite, as he laid down on his jacket to listen to the music.

#yondu udonta fanfic #yondu udonta #peter quill #peter quill fanfic #guardians of the galaxy fanfic #yondu fic #peter quill fic #guardians of the galaxy fic #gotg fic #gotg #young peter quill #young peter quill fanfic

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fatenumberfor · 2 years

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Hi Matt 👋 could you recommend me some viet music? I grew up hearing only my parents' and grandparents' music which is the older stuff and then my uncles' tastes are... yeah... so I don't know how to look I guess for any newer good music? Thank you in advance :)

yea absolutely! sorry I’m gonna go ham with these recs. I’ve outlined a few ways I find my viet music:

spotify’s vpop playlist, called “V-Pop Không Thể Thiếu”. this is my primary method. there’s a mix of styles in there, not just pop. a few artists I found on there + my fav song from them:

Chillies - Qua Khung Cửa Sổ (indie band; chill music)

Machiot - Ai

Bích Phương - em bỏ hút thuốc chưa (this is from an EP. the rest of these songs are excellent)

Vũ Cát Tường - Hành Tinh Ánh Sáng

Nodey ft. Suboi - Đôi Khi <3 (suboi is a vpop icon)

Lynk Lee - Buồn Thì Cứ Khóc Đi (never fails to depress me)

Erik - Sau Tất Cả (i think this is a cover lol but his voice is perfect for ballads. he’s been leaning pop more recently tho)

Monstar - Giữ Lấy Làm Gì (erik used to be in this boy group lol. they’ve since disbanded)

Phùng Khánh Linh & MYRNE - anh đã không rõ ràng với em (the album this is from is so excellent)

Rhymastic - Nến Và Hoa

Touliver x Soobin Hoàng Sơn - Vài Lần Đón Đưa (another cover oops. i love soobin hoàng sơn’s music tho)

Wren Evans - Thích Em Hơi Nhiều

watching a few vpop mvs on youtube, then relying on the algorithm to rec you others. this method can help you catch the newest releases, especially if you binge mvs from certain artists. a few mvs/artists that were memorable to me:

Sơn Tùng M-TP - Chúng Ta Không Thuộc Về Nhau and Lạc Trôi (my OG vpop love...)

Bảo Anh - Như Lời Đồn (found this thru a tweet calling it “viet latin pop” lmao)

Nguyễn Trần Trung Quân - Tự Tâm (period drama setting. the king is bi. a must-watch)

Hương Giang - Anh Đang Ở Đâu Đấy Anh? (1st mv of a 4-part series. it’s SO dramatic)

Noo Phước Thịnh - I’m Still Loving You (he’s hot)

Kha - Em Không Cô Đơn (made me cry)

Gil Lê - Sao Người Ta Nỡ Làm Mình Đau (lesbian rep!)

Trung Quân - Tình Nào Không Như Tình Đầu (so cute that i made a gifset of it. this is also gay)

Đức Phúc - Ngày Đầu Tiên (made me cry HARD)

Min - Cà Phê (outfits so iconic i giffed it)

finding viral vpop songs used on viet tiktok. disclaimer that I’m not on tiktok lmao I just check Denis Đặng’s tiktok every now + then because he is hawt... and then I trace the songs. you will get lots of remixes of ballads, but you could find slightly older songs this way. a few that I loved:

NB3 Hoài Bảo x Freak D - Sợ Lắm 2; its lofi remix

Ngô Lan Hương - Yêu Đừng Sợ Đau; its remix

Ngọc Ánh - Không Bằng; its remix

Low G - okeokeoke

Hoàng Thuỳ Linh - See Tình; its sped-up remix

combing thru Nhac Cua Tui’s site and playlists. there’s some english so it’s not too difficult to navigate imo but i’m using this to practice my reading skills haha. i’m just starting to use it but it seems that all the songs are free to listen to in entirety!

LASTLY! notable artists I found thru misc ways + my fav song from them (i love these artists the most):

Sơn Tùng M-TP - Chúng Ta Của Hiện Tại (found him wayyy back by stumbling on an article accusing him of plagiarising gdragon LMFAOOOO then i listened to his discography n was like damn this kinda bangs tho)

Tiên Tiên - Say You Do (i love all her music so much. also i’m pretty sure she's gay. my little sister said that her friend danced to this song as part of a VSA culture show)

Hoàng Thùy Linh - Hạ Phỏm (this entire album is excellent. also i rec Kẻ Cắp Gặp Bà Già from her prev album, which is also SO GOOD. a viet friend recommended it to me. some of her mvs spotlight diff cultures within vietnam, which is cool)

Isaac - Đau Đầu (idr how i found him but started listening to his music after I recognised him in the film ‘Song Lang’ WHICH I ALSO REC if you want to feel empty inside. seriously it’s so good... i still think about it... he’s my man btw)

#Anonymous #rogare #vpop #did you grow up thinking 'paris by night' was the extent of viet music like i did lmao

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( @blackxsteelxgajeel /// ask )

Hearing that voice again no longer had the same affect on the older male. Gajeel was simply done trying to figure out how to keep E.N.D from making him hurt Natsu's body. The only reason the Iron Dragon hadn't been taken to prison for abuse was likely due to Natsu saying they 'just have really rough sex' or something. He wouldn't know, he never asked. He always felt bad though. Seeing all the bruises and dry blood on his mate's body.

He hated himself for allowing E.N.D to get him to hurt his mate. It was his job to protect Natsu from monsters, not become one himself. Claws would lengthen relatively quickly as his defenses went up. Gajeel was just so fucking tired. He was tired of it all. Tired of E.N.D always seeming to come out and ruin things for him.

"Yer always wantin' me ta choke ya. Guess asphyxiation is one of yer fuckin' kinks, is it, demon?"

A large, gloved hand would quickly grab a hold of the smaller male's throat and squeeze. Not enough to block air from getting in, but enough to show that despite how done Gajeel was with the situation he still had fucking fight in him. Claws would bite into flesh, causing tiny rivulets of blood to begin flowing. He wouldn't press any harder and if E.N.D tried to move to make the blood flow more freely the claws would immediately be dismissed. At least the Iron Dragon had control over his own body and magic.

In fact, the claws would go away and Gajeel would lean forward to lick some of the blood off of the other male. It wouldn't be a surprise to E.N.D that the Iron Slayer seemed to like the taste of blood. The hand on the pink haired demon's throat would tighten once more but the claws would still be gone.

"Let me guess, ya want me to choke ya, tear yer fuckin' clothes off, bind yer hands above yer head and rail ya, right? Cause we both know that ya like it really, really, fuckin' rough. Don't we? Gihee."

Perhaps all the times he'd been subjected to the demon's taunting and goading had led to the darkness inside him seemingly coming to the surface. Or it could be that he'd marked demon and human at the same time when he'd placed his mating mark onto Natsu's body and as a result the demon inside his mate was slowly causing him to become slightly corrupted. It was one of the two.

The hand not holding E.N.D by the throat would slide up the demon'e side, claws dragging along exposed, tanned flesh, some digging in and leaving trails of blood in their wake. At this point he'd merely bandage Natsu after bathing him once the demon was sated. The two of them often spent a great deal of time away from the guild anyway so no one would worry. Once the second hand got to the demon's face the Iron Dragon would force the demonic eyes to meet his own darkened red ones.

"Gonna tell me what ya want or should I just go about doin' what I said earlier?"

Gajeel would lean forward with a dark chuckle before his fangs would find purchase in the lower lip of the man he had pinned to the wall. He'd bite down and suck once the lip began to bleed. He'd been around E.N.D enough that the sulfuric scent no longer made him want to gag. Hopefully Natsu will return quicker and help the Iron Dragon come back to himself.

〜多くの魂 ——— Standing before Gajeel, the Demon laughed after he spoke, he only had to be present and SPEAK his wishes for the other to obey just so he could get his idiot back. It was almost worth spilling TEARS over, though E.N.D had none left to cry ( the demon’s tear ducts were seared dry, which was strange since Natsu could very well cry ).

〜多くの魂 ——— Shaded eyes would narrow and wings flared as skin was grabbed by the claws he craved, the only ones he would even ALLOW to touch him, to DEFILE Natsu’s ( their body ) and cause him to retreat and give the two Dragons but a moments peace. He guess the adorementioned violent act was indeed a KINK for the Demon, and he smirked, long tongue snaking out to lick his jaws as his throat was grabbed. “Oh my, is it? Thanks for noticing~” He spat out, sarcastic as all hell.

〜多くの魂 ——— The feeling of that COOLER hand ( though gloved ) upon his neck, E.N.D purred in his chest, wings trembling and spasming behind him. Gajeel hadn’t picked him up yet, but a WARM feeling in E.N.D’s chest told him it’d happen... The blood that trailed down his neck made his nostrils flare ( Natsu’s blood had an effect on the demon strangely ) and he cackled, purring again when Gajeel leaned in to use his tongue on the wounds, sending a DEEP shiver down E.N.D’s body, and making him groan softly ( it was all too clear he got off on the violence done to the host body and gave no fucks ).

〜多くの魂 ——— It wasn’t surprising by now that Gajeel knew that E.N.D had a sick way of what he wanted in satisfying his wants, and his words made the demon crow wickedly, smirking at the thought of it all happeneing, of his body being abused and used in such a way. He did enjoy it rough.

〜多くの魂 ——— There it went, Gajeel pushed a little and had E.N.D backpedal into the wall, the demon flatening himself into the wood with another smirk. Breathing out black smoke from his nostrils when Gajeel tore into his body even just so, the action was enough to cause E.N.D to groan suggestively, for wings to curl, his own claws to rake into the wall, and for his jaws to open for bits of drool to escape.

〜多くの魂 ——— “You’re always free to do whatever, you know if you leave me alone your dumbass won’t come home...” When Gajeel leaned in to bite E.N.D’s lip, the Demon growled reflexively and bit back, his oddly long tongue caressing Gajeel’s cheek. The bite really made hm react, and he pushed his body foward, against the hand. ( He wanted to feel the burn... )

#choking cw #choking kink cw #violence cw #* // Natsu AU ( the demon within / E.N.D )#( ships: Natsu & Gajeel )#blackxsteelxgajeel #( blackxsteelxgajeel // Gajeel )#* // do everything short of kill me [ (not) love ] ( blackxsteelxgajeel // Gajeel )#(( you're allowed to write as much as you want man #I don't object to longer things #gives me more to work with ))#long post cw #blood cw #『 a wistful dream // threads 』#『 route locked // in character 』

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daechwitatamic · 2 years

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This chapter was a masterpiece. You had me crying literal tears of pain at some moments and my heart absolutely melting at others. How dare you make me experience so many emotions on a Friday! As punishment, you must read my novel of a reaction below.

Wow. Taehyung. Just wow. Let me tell you, his reaction to this situation is worse than I even expected. When Y/N pushed him away, instead of him trying to explain his feelings, he just got so mean. "You said we're the same as we've always been? You're a fucking liar." WOW. I gasped. The man deserves to get slapped. Proof that the kiss wasn't because he cares about her, it's because he's trying to punish her because he has some twisted belief he's been wronged. And the man is also giving me whiplash. His text messages seemed so apologetic and caring, but then when he showed up at their apartment his attitude had done a total one-eighty and he was just so awful to both of them. The man has some serious work on himself to do. 😤

Also this Namjoon is perfection. I could never imagine someone possibly reacting in a more mature, supportive, and helpful way to this entire situation than he has. And honestly Y/N too has been so mature and self-aware, questioning the healthiness and validity of her own self-doubts before acting. It's beautiful to see two characters like this. At every point where I thought things between them were going to veer off into a point of miscommunication or misunderstanding, they worked through it together.

I loved their moments at the pond and especially when Namjoon confessed that Y/N makes him feel like he can just be his unfiltered, nerdy self with her and hasn't felt that way around anyone else. We've seen so much of Namjoon being there for Y/N throughout the story that it was so sweet to see him acknowledge how she's made him feel supported and seen as well, even if it wasn't through any particular hardship.

As for the POVs, I'm so glad you are thinking of writing the Taehyung one, I think this would be so interesting to see and I really want to know what is going on inside that man's head because his actions are... not it. Maybe it's because I have it so down bad for Taehyung, or maybe it's because I have a soft spot for an emotionally illiterate idiot best friend who doesn't realize he's in love with the girl until it's too late (and just read @foxymoxynoona's very different but also amazing story around this concept, "Tell Me What Changed", highly recommend), but I am still holding out hope for some sort of a redemption arc for him. You're right that you do give us a lot of Namjoon's perspective already, and that unlike Taehyung one of the beautiful things about him is that he actually communicates his thoughts and feelings (imagine that!) to Y/N, so we don't have to guess what's going on inside his head. But I think Namjoon's character is someone who is so careful and thoughtful with their words, I'd be curious to get a peek into his raw, unfiltered thoughts. Like what was he really thinking after their steamy night together, on their date, when he was outwardly being so mature about letting her meet up with Taehyung, etc. But I think you answered some of those questions in this chapter as we saw Namjoon process the aftermath of seeing the kiss, so I perhaps spoke too soon! Also I live for the teaser updates almost as much as I do the new chapters. It sounds like Taehyung is hopefully read to be a bit more mature about things, but we'll have to see, I've been fooled before. I cannot believe we only have one chapter left!!! Hope life is treating you well, Jo! <3 🌴

okay listen i'm gonna put this whole response behind a cut because i'm gonna talk a LOT about my characterization of taehyung and it MIGHT delve kind of into spoiler territory so if you want to wait and read what i have to say after NEXT friday that's totally fair.

SPOILERS PROBABLY HAPPENING BELOW OKAY

"punishment" pls i wish every reader did this lol

okay i have a LOT to say about taehyung. if you got this far and didn't expect me to come back with a "yes, but -" about him.... idk what to tell you because i've been doing this since the drop lol

"instead of trying to explain his feelings, he just got mean" so let's talk about this!!!! because you're right! he got nasty! something i tried to write into this taehyung is that he bites when he's scared, hurt, or embarrassed. and in that moment, when his life-long best friend physically pushes him away and curses at him and MEANS it, he's suddenly all three of those at once. like people aren't perfect, and i meant for this taehyung to be very not perfect. but it's real, right? i know people like this. they aren't bad people but they have to work on themselves to fight that instinct! and it's kind of a callback to the chapter when the guys were like "what if she moves on from you" and he was - scared, embarrassed to be called out, and he reacted this way too.

a step sideways for a second - let's examine what he's SAYING though!!!!!!! she told him "we're the same as we've always been". what does that actually mean? i'm still in love with you? i'm still following you around in hope that you'll want me? you're still my whole wide world? maybe taehyung didn't say it NICELY but at the end of the day he's RIGHT - she's lying. he's losing her in real time, watching it happen, and she's lying to his face about it! ANYWAY

back to the original thought - if you look again at the scene in the hallway, there's something i want to point out. Taehyung's nasty - to Namjoon. He is! Super nasty! I am not contesting that AT ALL. But - but. The second reader steps into the hallway all that bite vanishes on the spot and he goes straight to pleading with her to hear him out. even after he swallows the fact that he can't talk to her without an audience (the audience that he is FURIOUS at/about, that he sees as the reason he's losing His Person) once he's talking to HER all he does is beg her to talk alone and apologize again! he actually isn't nasty at all to READER in that moment! Only to Joonie!

As for "proof that the kiss wasn't..." I'm not gonna speak to that part - his motivation - until after next chapter. i promise it will be addressed IN FULL.

listen so we're far enough in the story that i can say this. it was VERY important to me when i wrote this story that the conflict was never between reader and namjoon. once they started shit, they were fine, they were a team, they were gonna handle shit together. in many, many ways, this is really the story of taehyung and reader since that's where the main conflict lies. the story of how their friendship has to navigate this part of their lives that would have been weird and difficult even if it hadn't been namjoon. i almost put tae also on the banner because it is, in my eyes, equally his story - but i didn't want to encourage anyone who thought reader should've picked him lolll.

okay this might be spoilers I guess!!! i just want to say... i don't know that i wrote taehyung a redemption arc? i think i'm leaning to say that i did not? and it's just kind of.... idk in real life not everyone gets redemption redemption? sometimes the best we can do is say 'wow i was wrong for that', apologize, and try to make little babystep changes in our life to try and do better going forward? and that doesn't feel like a ~redemption arc~ necessarily but maybe that's the best we can do sometimes? NOT THAT I'M SAYING THAT'S WHAT WILL HAPPEN FOR TAE >_>

I ALSO CAN'T BELIEVE THERE'S ONLY ONE LEFT asjfhkasfhajkfh i'm UPSET

thank you so so much for coming along this craziness with me, i absolutely live to hear your thoughts, and i'm sorry i am Like This about defending taehyung lmfaoooo

hope you've been well!!!! <3

#🌴 anon #answered #my heart to reply

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