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emmacreatures · 2 years

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Different introduction of AU with Ter'ran/LYLE

I dont have much energy but god I want to write all the time! Thought of this small bit for our au (made by and the fantasfic nina) of the time between Ter'ran and lyle seperated👁 bit how ter'ran processes.. and yes this AU is very new and a new 'era' for me and nina so hoopla! also a bit insight of how Ter'ran and ka'am become better friends, more like brothers. Having the same understanding

The years after the RDA left their world, both Ka'am and Ter'ran had more frequently started to hang around more. Their minds that at first seemed comparing two clmpletely different men, ended up being more similar than they thought. They both had a grudge against eywa, for nothing seemed to have worked out for them so far.

Ka'am's rightful place was taken away, everything he worked for, so he made his ways towards the shadows. And Ter'ran's love was crushed because of eywa's help? but most importantly, jake sully was the reason for the two not getting what they deserved. It was jake who took Ka'am's place.. It was jake who called eywa for help which resulted in Lyle having gotten smashed by a hammerhead titanothere.. It made them almost understand more than well how badly the humans wanted jake dead. He ruined everything for them too.. betrayed his own kind. And while being at it, crushed both Ka'am's and ter'ran's dreams.. Figuratively.. and well. we rather not talk about ter'ran's side of the party.

It took ka'am a while to realize what was ongoing between the two. Meaning the human and Ter'ran. Ter'ran even at times got rather angry if Ka'am referred to him as human.. Ter'ran saw the man as equal.. More than just that.. Was Ka'am surprised by the fact Ter'ran ended up falling in love with one of the sky people. absolutely.. Did it surprise him how close yhe two had gotten. Absolutely not.. But he could feel the pain Ter'ran had, something despite he was very well advanced, did not expect it to have such a massive impact. He saw a more mature Ter'ran all the sudden, someone who was dealing with an almost trauma.. heartloss.. Growing up from it and becoming more mature despite the man had his special ways of doing things. But how did Ka'am figure it out.. Well~

Often of times ka'am went to hunt on his own, especially after the way, not wanting anything to do much with Jake, considering he became olo'eyktan. but Ter'ran asked if he could join at a certain point, which the man allowed. As soon as they went on their hunt, Ka'am noticed a major anger in ter'ran's body, just growing worse and worse, something he didnt think could go so deep due to the man's nature. In his act, he killed way too many animals for what they needed.. Not even doing it the way eywa wanted to, whispering the animals their souls to the ground.. Telling them they went to eywa. No.. Ter'ran was in a terror mode, highly dangerous as he was so focused, nothing seemed to break his barrier. Ka'am had to approach him quick and powerful, knocking him down on the ground as he noticed the specific eyes. As if a prey was murdering their predator without remorse.

Ka'am had to shake the man out of it.. Noticing Ter'ran swallowed as his pupils had been decreased, like little spots that insane animals would have, hungry for kills that wouldnt fuel. "Whats wrong with you- TER'RAN" He said as he had his knife at Ter'ran's neck, threatening him to get out of it for the man was a danger to his surroundings.. seeing his eyes altered before he breathed in and out, getting back to reality.. As if his deep down.. Murderous ways from hundreds of years ago appeared all the sudden. It had to be a massive happening, since he could see the anger of Ter'ran seemed to be fresh, as he'd like to call it.

"You're going to explain to me why you behaved like that.. Or you'll become an even worse menace that even I would have troubles stopping" Ka'am said threatening, stepping away with his knife from Ter'ran who took some time to stand up and regroup himself. "Like you?" Ter'ran said, referring to Ka'am who was the most dangerous man he personally knew. Ka'am folded his ears in a threatening way, as a warning not to be so comfortable with words.. "What got into you.." Ka'am said after a while, his tail swishing like a snake on the ground, slow but steady. He wanted answers. Now.

"Why would you care how i'd hunt.. You and me both know we're not so fond of our deity" Ter'ran said as he felt himself come back out of the trance he was in.. Feeling this sour wound in his heart. "But this is a waste of food Ter'ran. I saw terror, fury.. A fire that cant be put out" Ka'am said in a low voice. "Sounds familair?" Ter'ran had the nerve to be like 'sounds familliar to you huh Ka'am.' being a bit sassy in his own way before he felt a knife back on his neck.. Sighing as he knew he at times went too far. He was surprised to still be alive around ka'am.. but he also knew they had a mutual understanding unlike all their other friends.. "You really want to know.." Ter'ran said as he tried to stand powerful, but he felt his heart ache.. Folding his ears.

"I lost.. The thing most dear to me that I didnt even know I could have, or deserved.. Or existed, because of our deity. and I cant just forget that." Ter'ran admitted, not going into much detail, but it gave Ka'am a better insight. He lost his partner that he wasnt aware off. He immediately wandered and tried to connect the dots on why he was hating their deity.. Who was that partner. But for now... He felt like he needed to teach the younger navi, even if they were only 3 years apart.. "you'll have to control that anger" Ka'am said as he pushed onto his chest, right at where his heart was, understanding this was tough, but that it shouldnt define him. "Put it to use. I'm not saying to forget, but if you wouldnt watch out, many more can get hurt, those that might not deserve it" Ka'am said trickily.. Not meaning that he shouldnt be killing, but be watchful of who.. "Lets continue.." Ka'am just said as a leader, making Ter'ran feel unjudged by the man's approach.. being thankful. Despite Ka'am wasnt aware of the details yet, he knew his friends seemed to understand him, giving it a soft spot..

From there on, Ter'ran slowly dared to explain he ended up being in love with one of the sky people. he was heartbroken over the fact he lost him.. But he did not mention the programme that Lyle explained to him. The so-called Recom project.. Ka'am was a listener, and noticed the two became more like brothers to each other rather than friends. They helped each other, relied.. Well, Ter'ran did more than ka'am, for the man stayed a loner in his own ways. Ter'ran just appreciated him a lot. He was dangerous, well thought to say the least, and someone that would promise and not break a word.. Ka'am ended up learning more about ter'ran and his ways. They sure were unhinged at times, but the man seemed genuine about his connection to this man called lyle. he just saved all info that he explained in his head..

It was just another night at pandora. the two were sitting. Ka'am was leaning high up in a tree.. Whereas Ter'ran, really sticking to what his name referred to, terrain, always likes to stay on the ground, as well against the same tree, but nice on the surface. Ka'am's eyes were shut, listening to the noises outside as Ter'ran kept on rambling..

"you'd think it would grow less... But I miss him, worse.. more each day. " Ter'ran said as he fiddled with the metal cross around his neck. sighing.. No one came close to what lyle was to him nor did he give it another chance.. Despite his heart was yearning for such closure. "i know you dont like to talk back and thats more than okay. Trust me, i just appreciate being able to talk about it and have someone who.. might be the only one understanding me" Ter'ran said as he let the necklace rest on his skin again, softly sitting more comfortably against the tree.. "I dont even know if you're asleep already, since no noises come from up there.. But. I can see why you'd distance yourself more from our own kind... I'm still sorry for that spot you didnt get ka'am" Ter'ran said as he understood Ka'am's fury as well, but he was a more closed off dangerous man in terms of expressing it. Ka'am sighed as he heard it. He appreciated his friend understanding.. But he had his ways of expressing. "do not expect me to get all emotional" He said as Ter'ran slowly hummed.. Slowly getting ready to sleep a bit as they were far away from the tribe, perhaps even at the other side of the whole forest.. It was the middle of the night.. For Ter'ran had fallen asleep, but for some reason, Ka'am's senses activated for he opened his eyes, looking around him before noticing.. a new star.. High up in the air. "Ter'ran." The man said strict for Ter'ran woke up from it. "What?.." He said before looking in which direction Ka'am looked into. "what is it.." He whispered, tilting his head before Ka'am jumped down.. Letting Ter'ran stand up next to him. "Sky people.. they're coming back" Ka'am said as Ter'ran's ears perked up. "the humans?..." "Come, we must go". Ka'am said, wanting to have a better look at what was happening, calling for his Thanator for Ter'ran grabbed his direhorse, having to get to a safe spot, seeing many of these alien ships land on the ground very soon... Full of fire...

#human lyle #lyle wainfleet #lyle x ter'ran #avatar #niku30 #emmacreatures #human lyle!Terran #avatar oc #Ka'am #brothers ka'am and ter'ran

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bingobongobonko · 1 year

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im so fucking sleepy but also. OHHHH. OHHHHHH. YESTERDAT OHHHHHHH. guy who made a looney tunes entrance into the wall and immediately started arguing with kass because her clone fucking tried to kill me. and then she doxxed my mech and was like. can you even fucking USE that thing you senile old man. and then i one-shot crit a guy before looking her right in her direction. we stay sssoooo sillay we stay sooo sillay. rp wise, oh myyyyvgod they were arguing for half the fucking fight. mostly yves feedin it and getting on kass's case, accusing her of knowing she had a shitton of clones running around even though she had NO idea. but yves i mean. reasonably mad cuz she shot him + kidnapped elias + saw The Nothing. and yves finally met Treasure, freaked yhe fuck out, before realizing that the Treasure understood their reality and had witnessed all of this before. and honestly yves is desperate to not feel absolutely fucking unhinged about this so he breaks into private comms and begs him to help them figure out how the fuck to leave the timeloop. but.... very cryptic response, maybe hopeful. they just gotta bury the clown. before yves can get further word in, his comms suddenly jam and he's forced into battle. battle continues 2 go on, until rest of the team makes it to the control point, but TWO[2] issues, yves is kinda still trudging thru water to get to the point, and the point is being contested by a big guy. so i enter sillaaaay juggernaut mode and slam right into this guy with my mech, pushin him way back from us. HOWEVER. it doesnt go prone and retaliates next turn 2 contest the point. HOWEEEEEVER... telly fucking dives in, pins, and drills the fucking big guy. A crit. no less. guy is still standing... then fucking TREASURE.... COMES IN AND JUST STABS IT 2 DEATH... OVERKILLL... ANOTHER CRIT. so its a flawless fucking win, we have the point. at that rate we're like. aaaalright we gotta get the hell out of here actually, telly's all suspicious abt yves having been gone for so long but yves just kinda says. lol we were kidnapped yeah. for the most part everyone believes that - except jeurgen who just finds it suspicious that yves isnt elaborating. while thats happenin, skink's out and about lookin around these rooms she found. one's just a rreally shitty dormroom filled with bunk beds. the other? well........... after yves explains the situation - or at least what he wants them to believe - he turns back to elias, who i forgot 2 mention has been in the mech with yves the whole time. expanded compartment, he's just hangin out and tryna not to die. but yea yves just rambles to elias about the whole ordeal. about skink. about the fact that he overheard from tellius that elias had seen the same woman before. he knows who skink is. and he knows there's seemingly more than one. and one in helios, ironically enough. and its rlly funny cuz this is happening at the same time that skink's opening this upper room and realizing whats in there. so like as soon as yves assures himself, yeah skink is one of many clones, and one of her clones IS the Fool. flash to the actual room where skink is, its fucking filled with like. chambers.... of HER.... a bunch of clones........... and shes like. Oh. and telly, jeurgen see it too. and theyre like. Oh. theres also a terminal that we uncover, all of which details messages between a skink and someone else. and all of it is eerily descriptive of everything that happened now. everything thats gone wrong, the Fool's had her hand in it. her clone is the reason why any of this is being initiated...... funny thing. i cant even say clone. bc the fool IS the original skink. our skink's a clone of her. so...... head in hands... i know widow was brought up, was a program on yorrik 5 if i remember correctly. elias knew about it, cuz he was tasked to keep an eye on the woman that made it off. The fool!!!!!!!! it's all fucking falling on our head i think. we're sooo fucked we're so fucked

#besides that funny rp moment when skink is like #Yeah im a clone i guess. I should apologize abt her ig #and jeurgen and telly are like... no youre fine thats not you #and yves fucking bellows thru the comms #YOURE A FREAAAAAAAK #hes so nices hes sooo nice #its not said maliciously but its practically goading

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lesbian-hannibal · 2 years

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would you mind telling me some things/episodes you liked about s3 hannibal? i have a sort of mental block about getting through it and i don't even know why (on ep 2 of s3 atm) but was hoping for a nudge lol

OH HOMY SHIT OKAY this is going to be so long apolgies in advance but not really

okay so the first couple of eps of s3 are kinda hard to get through, esp if ur really invested in hannigram but they’re still so good

you get the aftermath of mizumono, will in hospital, him talking to abigail and using her as a proxy of his own thoughts and love for hannibal

hannibal being a little girlboss in florence, killing people taking names etc (if ur into bedelia then there’s lots of bedelia content)

HANNIBAL GIFTING WILL HIS HEART (yeah it’s made out of a man but literally who cares)?? will knowing EXACTLY where to find hannibal and then the iconic “you don’t know who’s side i’m on” !!!!!

CHIYOH!! need i say more?

will displaying the prisoner he makes chiyoh kill (just like how hannibal made will kill randall) even though he knows hannibal will never see it!! ITS FOR HIM

DOLCE!!!!! THE PRIMAVERA SCENE!!! “if i saw you everyday forever will, i would remember this time” literally shut the fuck up that’s the gayest shit i’ve ever heard (also many other good quotes)

also in dolce when will gets shot when he’s about to stab hannibal and then hannibal tends to his wounds (yes he’s also about to eat him pls it adds to it)

the head sawing scene.

AND THEN DIGESTIVO!!! the most hannibal epsiode ever!!! will biting a chunk out of a man’s face and spitting it onto a place??! with blood running out his mouth??????!!!!! literally changed me as a person

ALANA AND MARGOT HABING GAY SEX AND BEING GAY TOGETHER (and also murdering mason which is so very cathartic)

the scene where alana frees hannibal??? the slutty way he stands up and takes the collar off

HANNIBAL CARRYING WILL THROUGH YHE SNOW TO HIS HOUSE AND CARING FOR HIM WJILE HE RECOVERS FROM HIS INJURIES!!!! fully waiting by his bedside, waiting for him to wake up so they can decide what the plan is… but wait! rejection and hannibal is down so bad that he would rather go to jail than never see will again

season 3b is a tad slower but seeing bitchy hannibal in prison is so worth it. he is literally just a cunt

ALSO lots of chilton content, and you get to see hannibal literally slurp chiltons lip and then go hehe 🤭

francis (the great red dragon) is such an interesting character too i think! it’s really different from the rest of the show where there’s lots of little killers with hannibal being the ‘big bad’ to now there’s this big new serial killer that’s the focus (also the fact he full on eats a painting)

basically there’s so many good parts and you will be missing out so dearly if you don’t watch so pls do and let me know ur thoughts

OH I FORGOT THE LAST EPISODE!!!!!! literally seeing will just be bloody, the way he looks at hannibal when he’s shot, just the general bloodiness and scheming he does is just so worth everything

#if anyone else has some good points pls feel free to leave ‘em #ask #anon

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whoevenknows-things · 3 months

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WIP Wednesday

So. I know I still have a whole firstprice F1 fic to finish. But it's proving to be more of a beast than I expected and work is kicking my butt atm so that fic is probably on hold until August when I have some time off work. But theeeeeeeen I overheard a really cute interation between a mother and daughter on a bus and suddenly I had 7,000 words of a one shot written that will probably be finished before yhe next F1 chapter is. Here's how it starts:

Lottie had a cold bottle of juice she was drinking from and Henry found himself regretting not bringing a cold drink with him too. But his daughter was a good distraction from the heat. “How was school today?” There was a pop from the spout of the bottle as she pulled it away from her mouth. Lottie shrugged one shoulder, a move she had definitely picked up from her auntie Bea, and said simply “fine.” Ahh, Henry thinks to himself, the conversational skills of a four year old. He looks down at her in the seat and he stands protectively over her. He notices there are faint white streaks in her eyebrows and around her hair. He frowns. “Lottie, who put your suncream on today?” “Mr Alex.” “Who is Mr Alex?” “Miss Kate says he’s new. He’s come to our class so he can learn how to be a teacher too.” Ahh, Henry thinks, a new student teacher. He vaguely remembers reading about that in one of the class newsletters. He hadn’t realised it would be a man. Not that that was a problem. Henry was all for breaking down gender stereotypes and he knew how few male teachers there were in primary schools. It would be good for the children to have a male role model at school really. “That makes sense; it looks like he didn’t rub it in as well as Miss Kate did,” he mutters, mostly to himself. Mr Alex was probably fresh out of university at 21 and suddenly applying suncream to small humans for the first time. Henry could forgive the bloke. And then, louder he asks his daughter, “Did he put in on your legs too?” “Yep, and my arms daddy.” “And did you remember to wear your cap too?” She nodded and went back to her juice. Henry sort of hated her cap. Bea had lent it to her one morning when it had been her day to do the school run and Lottie didn’t have her hat. It was a black cap that had faded to more of a grey with a Queen logo on it. Bea had had it for years and Lottie had been obsessed when Bea had given it to her and now she refused to wear anything else to school. Henry knew it wasn’t exactly the most child friendly design but there was nothing actually inappropriate. Besides, he’d be lying if it didn’t make his little gay heart happy to see his daughter in that cap. But he would absolutely deny that to Bea. Something like Paw Patrol or Bluey would still be more appropriate, at least for school. Henry assumed that was all he was going to hear about Mr Alex for now. His daughter settled back into quiet as she looked out of the window and Henry used the opportunity to send a quick text to Bea to check she was still ok to do pick up the next day. “He’s got pretty eyes daddy?” “Who has sweetheart.” “Mr Alex silly. He’s got pretty eyes and he talks funny.” “Lottie,” he uses his best parental ‘warning’ voice, “I’ve told you before that we can’t say things about how people look or sound.” “It’s not baaaad funny,” she says in that way that 4 year olds do, “I like his voice. But he doesn’t sound like you or Auntie Bea.” “Well,” Henry tries to reason, “maybe he’s not from London like us. I’ve shown you videos of your grandpa and he wasn’t from London. He was from a place called Sheffield and he didn’t sound like me and Bea.” People moved all the time for teacher training. “No,” Henry could sense she was starting to get impatient at Henry not understanding her, “he doesn’t sound like Grandpa Fox either. And he says funny words too. He called the bin the trash can and he says math instead of maths. It’s funny.”

#wip rwrb #rwrb #rwrb fic #wip wednesday #henry fox mountchristen windsor #kidfic

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beastblade69 · 3 months

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I JIST REMEMBERED how I was in tge subway today and I stood right in front of the doors. so I didn't notice when, but the guy appeared before me, leaning against the doors. he was 26 I'd say, middle height, average body type and had a pretty long beard which almost completely covered his neck. I was as always listening to music and dancing a bit like I always do when I listen to smth groovy. and then I noticed the guy was staring at me. and staring and staring. I became a lil sus about why he is staring at me like that not even trying to hide his stare n shit. and then I looked at him. he was looking at me. I raised my eyebrows questionably. he started smiling. then I awkwardly smiled back at him and turned away because I can't stand long eye contact. and when it was time for me to leave tge train the smiled and waved at me. and I smiled too and nodded at him. like man idk what that was about but I think the guy just liked the way I looked?? should've asked him what he wanted fr. because I'm still curious. he obviously didn't have an evil intent but tbh he scared me a lil bit when he started staring at me

most ppl who stare at me stop staring the moment I stare back but it wasn't the case there so it felt awkward as shit

he also bent his torso towards yhe other part of my battle jacket and I may be wrong but I think tried to take a closer look at my patches or smth. really should've asked him what it's about

#smells.like.a.freakshow

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proudpokemonmama · 1 year

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Isabel Goncalves

[General data]

Name:

Isabel Goncalves

Alias:

Heroine of Ecruteak

Dragon Mother

[Bio]

Birthday:

Eight of august

Age:

57 years old

Gender and pronouns:

Female; she, her

Appearance:

Isabel is an elderly woman in her late sixties, pale skin marked with slight wrinkles indicating her age in addition to noticeable gray hair arranged elegantly in a low bun and what stands out most are her heterochromatic eyes, the left one being black. like onyx and the right a blue. She has a fairly average height of 5'4'' (163 cm) and even for her age she still has a slim build.

Usually her dress style adheres to a casual style that still conveys a lot of elegance being mainly blouses, long skirts, jeans or dress pants, shoes and some jewelry pieces such as those made with pearl and light makeup especially her favorite element which is pink lipstick.

Personality:

Isabel is very calm, kind, laid back and charismatic in addition to being very motherly, always being a friendly shoulder for those in need, especially the younger ones (as an example between Hop's age and most gym leaders who are close to the age of Kelly). She also has a sixth sense and is very instinctive because of her motherly side, knowing when someone is feeling overwhelmed and trying to hide it by pretending everything is fine (having a daughter who is a pop idol helped her experience this).

She is also very modest and polite, especially with more experienced people or someone older than her or culture from other regions and other people's opinion as it is influenced by the Johntonian customs that founded her education, especially in moral questions that were passed on to her niece who raised as her own daughter.

Also influenced by her Johtonian upbringing, Isabel is very zealous about her relationships, be they friendships, family relationships or romantic; a trait she inherited from her parents and that Isabel taught to her daughter. She can also be quite resolute despite her laid back way of relating to people most of the time because when someone is being reckless (especially Kelly when younger) towards her loved ones or the local culture, entire cities or regions (she's a cutural and folklore nerd, well like mother, like daughter).

While many see her as a caring mother, that doesn't mean she doesn't know yhe need of the discipline and Kelly is testament to this by having her fair share of scolding her mother gave her throughout her life when she got into trouble or recklessly exposed herself to dangerous situations unnecessary.

One aspect that Kelly inherited from her mother is being quite spiteful and Isabel is much more spiteful than her daughter can be when her trust is betrayed, being much worse when someone she loves is hurt which turns her into something that a furious beast that some of Kelly's friends testify that it's not a pretty sight to behold (Emmet is the major witness as he saw Isabel nearly beat up a man when she heard of the incident in the subway car when a scoundrel tried to grop Kelly who was returning from a part time job).

[Personal information]

Nationality and citizenship:

Ecruteak City, Johto Region (formerly, birthplace )

Nimbasa City , Unova Region (formerly)

Motostoke, Galar Region (current)

Biography:

Isabel was born and raised in the city of Ecruteak in Johto, her mother was born in Ecruteak having been the city's gym leader for years and was part of the world-renowned Inagawa clan for being the holder of one of the largest business networks in various pokémon industries. From Pokemon battle district management to traditional SPAs and teahouses heavily based on Ecruteak teahouses.

Her father was originally from Kanto and had moved to Ecruteak as a teenager and took an interest in traditional apricorn Poké Ball crafting, eventually being accepted as an apprentice to an artisan in the city and taking up the position as an artisan asfter his master retirement.

Eventually the two met living a love story and the fruit of the union were blessed with Isabel and her younger brother, eventually Isabel ended up going on a pokémon journey at the age of ten with Dante the Honchkrow who at the time was a murkrow that she rescued her from a group of bullies when she was five.

During her journey she had her fair share of adventures, challenges, and unspeakable encounters with people and pokémon as she traveled through the regions of Kanto, Johto, Hoenn, Sinnoh and Unova. She decided to interrupt her journey in the Unova region in order to return to her studies to become a Pokemon therapist after seeing how some Pokemon who suffered from the cruelty of humanity's minority needed someone she could help.

Returning to Ecruteak she studied hard and her efforts were rewarded when she received a letter from a prestigious university in Unova offering a scholarship and even though it was a big change in her life she took all the risks. Arceus seemed to bless her soul, she gained numerous merits and recognition both academic and professional allowing her to live permanently in Unova.

But due to family issues, custody of Kelly was transferred to her who was furious that her brother had done something so horrendous to her niece that she might not have survived due to so much neglect. Isabel who had been willing to accept custody of Kelly, raised her as her own daughter even with the challenges of being a single mother she was able to raise her to be someone different than the girl's parents were.

Life had been amazing, while Kelly was away on her journey and on a normal day at work one of the pokémon that were patients at the clinic where Isabel worked went crazy and became violent. Several damages were done, including Isabel being badly injured and due to the poison of that pokémon's blow reaching her spinal cord and having relatively damaged the nervous system, it caused sequels that affected her motor coordination.

Eventually Isabel received therapy, but unfortunately the sequels made it impossible for her to continue working as a therapist and she had to retire. But there was another concern that Isabel was having difficulty taking care of her own pokémon and by law passed in several regions besides Unova, in case the trainer has limitations that lead to harmful stress to their own health and at the same time the neglect of the care of their pokémon they must be taken into custody by the authorities and sent to shelters.

Fortunately Kelly was old enough by law in Unova parameters to step up and take responsibility for the custody of her mother's pokémon and with that none of them were taken from Isabel's possession.

Eventually Kelly managed to make her career as a pop idol and singer prosper after signing an important contract with the biggest record label in Galar and one of the biggest in the world and this led to her moving with her daughter to Motostoke in Galar.

Relatives:

Mother

Father

Maternal uncle

Maternal aunt

Maternal grandparents

Paternal grandparents

Younger brother

Sister-in-law

Kelly Goncalves (niece, adoptive daughter)

Alika Kanahele (cousin)

Aillina Kanahele (cousin)

Shiori Imagawa (cousin)

Niece

Other relationships:

Melony (best friend)

Opal (best friend)

[Affiliations and occupations]

Pokemon trainer

Pokemon Therapist (formerly, current retired)

Trivia

Isabel is the one who stimulated Kelly's taste in music, since the pop idol's mother is very fond of jazz and classical music;

She used to be known as the heroine of Ecruteak because she was a karate expert since childhood and no bully dared to cause trouble;

In addition to being known as the heroine of Ecruteak, Isabel is also known as the dragon mother by family and close friends for being like a magnet for dragon-type pokémon;

Another fact of receiving this someone is that with her maternal aura it made even dragon-type individuals with more stubborn or short-tempered personalities become calmer and less stubborn;

Another thing that justifies it is that even Dragon-type Pokémon that are naturally affectionate simply break out of their Poké Balls to gain Isabel's affection when they feel her calm and loving presence;

(Raihan almost had a heart attack when he saw Goodra just breaking out of her pokéball and walking straight up to Isabel who was coming back from a medical appointment and hugging her out of nowhere and he spent almost half an hour apologizing but Isabel didn't mind at all being covered in the dragon-type's goo);

Even with the sequels Isabel still manages to do most daily activities that are not extremely physically exhausting;

What the consequences of the accident most affected was her mobility, so she has difficulties walking as she did before the accident, needing the help of a cane;

Isabel's favorite hobby is gardening and she loves growing bonsai trees.

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deadlynyghtshayde · 1 year

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Barbie Movie rambling thought (spoiler) under cut

There was something I found super interesting in the barbie movie and I think it was intentional - because it seemed very pointed to me, but I didn't want to mention it until I had time to think on it a little more.

One of the big things about barbie stuff is the logo on everything- the full barbie, or just the B. It usually replaces logos when stuff is supposed to reference real world fashion, etc.

But when she dresses up to trick/confront Ken after he's turned Barbie World into a pseudo patriarchy, she's wearing Chanel jewelry and holding a Chanel bag, and its so obnoxiously obvious- I was almost expecting the cc logo to be swapped out, but it's huge on the bag, on every link of the necklace and her earrings. And I can't help but see two things there, one: could represent her baseline dissatisfaction with barbieworld by that point. She's seen the real world, she likes it a lot. There's a piece of it that came back with her almost, in the form of a real world brand.

But that's a little.. I think there are more nuanced ways to make that point. There are more nuanced ways they made that point.

But, one thing I think it might have been trying to point at MORE is the overarching consumerist notion of the kendom- the beer, the cars, the commercials. (Which isn't to say all of that isn't there in the original world, just with a Barbie twist - but there's a point made about the kind of consumerism happening in the kendom- up until that point, most things have had a reason to exist, but in the Kendom it all seems far more superfluous (though that could be because of the visual contrast through colors and intentional placement to stand out just makes the amount of things more obvious)

And with it came brand deals (ironic because of all of the brand deals yhe movie has, obviously.) And selling out, thus obnoxiously obvious product placement of a brand deal in the way of Barbie wearing someone else's logo on loop. And having a stark scene where, instead of a fancy pink B, we see CC over and over again, like a scrolling banner.

I just really loved that bit of out of place imagery to really hammer a point in.

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joyalburoputon · 1 year

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DEPARTURE- ARRIVAL

DIFFERENT in heights, shape of faces and also different of skin colors. Going here, going there. Walk here, walk there - those are the people, I don't know where to go. Here I am now sitting on one of the empty chairs, watching at the people who comes in and goes out from this place, the GenSan Airport.

JANUARY 25, 2022. I will never forget about it. It was probably one of the most happiest day of my life because I never thought that I could actually be able to ride on one of the aircrafts. When I was in the inside, it wa cold and there are hundreds of chairs that are already reserved and waiting for the passengers on that day. The speed of the plane that I was riding gor faster and faster until finally, I could see the mountains from above of this gigantic clouds. Spectacular views and vast sea, white and huge clouds that will really enchant you while watching from the inside of this floating vehicle.After a few hours, it was the time when yhe plane slowly landed amd then finally MANILA. In Manila that you could notice the large and tall buildings, you could see the people that are walking, standing and waiting for the taxi's and other vehicles that are moving-moving but slowly and following at a very long flow of traffic.

WE stayed in Manila for more than two months and I visited some of the well known places in Manila, including the LUNETA or so called RIZAL PARK. There was nothing to equal how I feelt on that moment. The way how I was happy, how I was amazed from the very beginning up to the End.

#etechblogkrypton23 #travelblog

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bump1nthen1ght · 2 years

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Hear me out

I woke up with this idea in middle of a night, so imma dump it here

Imagen, monster standing in the corner of a room in total darkness, waiting to come back from the toilet, so ot can scare you till you pee once again.

As you enter it prepares, it sees you looking at it, but.... nothing happens. You just walk to bed like nothing happened, as if monsters in your room are a norm.

It peeks it's interest, from that moment on it starts to spy on you (to yhe best of it's ability, since soon and day aren't the best for them) and soon it gains feeling. Eventually it all came to the point it wanted to talk.

As it stood before you, waiting gor you to react, it realizes "Holy damn, you're blind". You put your glasses on and just stare (and mayhaps pee a little)

And that's how you met your partner of several years

~~🎃🌟

Aww how cute. Hope you enjoy anon!!

Shadow Creature (it/it's pronouns) x Visually Impaired! GN!Reader: First Meeting Headcanons

- It came to it on a whim. Saw a cute human walking back into their apartment, saw a conveniently dark shadow to teleport into, and the idea popped into its mind

- It’s not a malevolent monster, just a shadow monster looking for some fun.

- (Plus, one of it’s friends just recently shacked up with a human, seems pretty nice. Also don’t humans love surprises?? They find that romantic, it thinks)

- Seeing the adorable fear on your face would just be a plus

- It creeps in the darkness, making sure only its peering yellow eyes could be seen from the darkness. They contort their form to the shadow, a realistic improbability that it knows humans hate to look at

- It waits for you to come into your room, knowing you’ll probably drop your keys in your dresser, right where it’s standing

- But when you walk by it without a care, it becomes a little embarrassing.

- It even began to step out of the shadow, lumbering limbs bumping into the bedside table, just leering over your sleeping form

- Surely you’ll wake up, scream, and it can laugh and introduce itself right??

- Nope

- You toss and turn, but never fully awaken. It has to leave before the sun rises, so it’s left feeling a little blue

- It spends the next few days in more inconspicuous shadows, watching your nightly routine when it has the time. It thinks it will get you, when it accidentally spooks your dog, but the dog takes one sniff and leaves it alone, instead snuggling up to you in bed.

- Now not even animals are scared of it?? WHAT IS HAPPENING

- It’s momentary attraction becomes a crush; Half an addiction to the chase and half the longing for your domesticity.

- It sees you dancing in the kitchen, mouthing dramatic ballads to your service dog in the dead of night, and thinks agains how cute you are.

- It hears you cry when a particularly sad moment in your favorite audiobook comes up, wondering why your favorite character had to die

- It sees you fake cheer when you pour yourself a nice cup of wine after a long week, putting on some music as you spill all your worries to a friend over the phone

- It likes the cute face you make when you’re mad, the intonation in your voice when talking about your passions, the sweet names you call your dog

- (And yeah, it may sneak some of your favorite snacks into your fridge as a welcoming gift. It hopes you notice its gesture, but you pass off most gifts as you forgetting what you bought at the grocery store)

- It finally decides to monster-up and introduce itself properly, only waiting for dusk before sliding into your house

- It sees you come home, shrugging off your coat, throwing your keys to the side. It wonders the best way to introduce itself, before it finally sees what happened that night.

- You take off your tinted glasses for a second, flexing your eyes and gripping tight on your dog’s vest handle. It can’t understand the human words written on the side, but it can see the way you struggle to place your hand on your dogs snout for a pet. You eventually do find it, petting and cooing softly, but your eyes are distant, unfocused.

- “Oh my god, you’re blind, duh.” It says, outloud, and you scream

- It was right, you are cute when you are scared. Scrambling for your glasses and wondering why your dog isn’t barking at the home intruder.

- When your corrective lenses are finally back on, giving you some semblance of sight, you're stunned silent at the form in front of you.

- “I’m so dumb.” The creature sighs, rubbing sheepishly between its horns. “My bad, I wanted to surprise you but I guess this is kind of more than you bargained for.”

- “Um…okay?” You ask, knuckles tight on your service dog's vest. “Do I, Uh, know you?”

- “Oh! Naw, you don’t.” The creature says, scratching its neck. “I’m just a wanderer, passing through. You’re,” A lighter shade of blue and purple stains it’s void-like cheeks, “Cute so I’d thought I’d introduce myself.”

- Two thoughts in your head: Interesting and ?????

- “Quick question,” You say, eyes still looking toward your door. “Does your kind have, uh, property laws?”

- “Nope.” The creature says, popping the p. “What's that?”

- Ok, ok that makes more sense.

- “Its just that in human culture, it’s kind of an invasion of space enter someones home without their permission. So I just wanted to clarify some things.”

- The creature's face morphs into confusion, shock, then even more embarassment.

- Shadow creatures live very travel-heavy lives, occupying a space in between darkness and filled with other creatures all the time. It’s ability to teleport meant walls and doors had little transitive meaning. It had never even crossed it’s mine that humans were more…particular with that sort of thing.

- “Oh my god, oh my god I’m so sorry. This is-I’m embarrassed, I can’t believe- I should just go-”

- Seeing the way it fumbles, piercing eyes blundering around to avoid your gaze and nervously fuddling its fingers draws your sympathy. Yeah, it’s a giant shadow monster about as tall as your ceiling, but it’s kinda cute.

- “No, it’s alright! I get it, culture differences, and all.”

- “How about we go get some coffee? That’s a common human way to get to know someone. There’s a nice place not too far from here.”

- They perk up, still twiddling their clawed fingers, but give you a toothy smile

- Good gracious that's a lot of teeth.

- “I think I’d like that.”

#my writing #headcanons #reader insert #monster x reader #monster romance #gender neutral reader #fluff

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andrews-lovr · 2 years

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Congratulations on 100 followers gurl ❤❤❤....... Keep going, so proud of you 😍🤩❤ !!!!!!!!!!!

For the ask - ❤ with Andrew Garfield 😍🤩❤ !!!!!!!!!!!

Thank you @mcugeekposts you've been here from the beginning and I absolutely adore you!! Thank you for always being here❣here you go:

Summary: andrews been away filming for weeks, what happens when a touched starved andrew comes home after filming.

Warnings: smutty!!! This ones a bit pong but I love it! Unedited. 18+ only <33

It was always the most difficult part of the relationship, having to be apart from andrew for such long amounts of time.

Although you both hated it, being apart for that long always brought you guys even closer.

You were counting down the hours till andrew would be in your arms again, you missed him immensely.

So much so you were snuggled up in his spot of the couch in nothing but his oversized t-shirt, doing anything that would get your off him till he was home.

You favourite show splayed on yhe TV, and your favourite calming mint tea warming your hands.

You knew you only had to wait till tomorrow to see him, but you were so touched deprived you nearly hugged the mail man this morning.

*ring ring*

Andrews name splayed across your phone screen immediately administering a toothy grin from you.

"Hey baby" Andrews voice soothing across the phone.

"Hey Andy, im missing you so so much right now. Would do anything to see that gorgeous face of yours." You weaped through the phone.

"Well, that's actually why I called."

"Well then you shouldve put it on facetime?" You taunted.

"No thats not what I... just look out the window for me." You jumped from your spot racing toward the closest window.

Thats when you saw him, standing outside the gate. A small bundle of camellias in one hand, his face was beaming with joy.

The phone slid out of your hand landing with a loud thud right at your foot, you could see andrew laughing from the window but you didn't care.

You raced toward the door nearly tripping on your own feet. The front door almost falling off its hinges as you pushed it open.

You never thought you'd run faster in your life than right now, bounding at your husband at a ridiculous pace.

You leapt up into his open arms, the all to comforting and familiar smell of him taking over your senses. His heat radiating off him like a warm childhood memory. He was so so comforting like a hot chocolate on a rainy day.

You missed your love, your light.

"Woah dovey, I know, I know I missed you too sweetie. So fucking much." He whispered pulling you so close to him.

He walked you back toward the house, knowing you wouldn't let go of him. Forever glued to him, legs wrapped around his hips.

"I'm never letting you go again andy, never." You weaped shoving your face in his neck and hands in his soft locks.

"Hey look at me angel, im always here, always. Im never letting you go. Never, because im a stubborn little asshole, so you're gonna have to put up with me till im old and smell bad." He said nuzzling your nose with his.

"You'll never smell bad andy" you chuckled looking into his eyes deeply.

Andrew finally broke the barrier first leaning in ever so gently on your lips, so gently it was as though you were precious china.

His lips perfectly molded into yours, every piece of you craving him so deeply.

It was like every I miss you was placed upon his lips with each kiss.

You could feel the way you craved eachother in each kiss, the way he tugged at the nape of your neck and the way you squeezed your arms around his neck making no room left between eachother.

The kiss slowly became desperate and sloppy. Lust laced upon his tongue and lips.

A low guttural moan spurring from somewhere inside him you couldn't help but whimper at.

"Shall we take this to the room?" You asked even though you knew th answer.

"Dont have to ask me twice" Andrew carried you bridal style toward the shared queen bed.

He would normally just drop you onto the bed but tonight you knew he wanted to take care of his precious little dove. He placed you down so softly as though you would were glass.

"How was i so lucky to end up with you dovey? Out of the 7 billion people on this earth, im the luckiest man alive."

His words dazed your mind and you couldn't help but melt at the way he was watching you so attentively.

"I missed you, every single piece of you. It was so difficult for me to be away that long, you know how desperate I was to just fly back here. Nearly did it a few times, especially when I was alone at night." He truthfully spoke.

You loved the way he would just tell you what was on his mind, he was so truthful.

He started kissing up your body, each kiss a symbol of the amount of adoration he had for you.

"I like my shirt on you dovey, you look so hot."

"I love this beard on you baby, you look so pretty andy." You repeated back.

You slowly peeled andrews clothing from his body as he did the same for you, gently tugging at the loose hanging fabrics until you were both lying against eachother naked.

"I missed these lips" he said tasting your lips again.

"And I missed these tits." He spoke taking one in his mouth whilst the other wa seeing moulded by his hand.

"Missed your cute lil stomach." He whispered sucking kissing on your stomach, knowing you'd be marked up in the morning.

"And I missed this pussy." He said finally kissing you once and looking back up into your eyes.

"Andy please." You pleaded watching his every move from between you thighs.

He crawled back up your body, getting real close to your ear.

"Please what dovey." He whispered shallowly.

"Please... please fuck me. I missed that cock so so much andy." You whispered, looking up to see a smug grin take over his features.

"Not yet, wanna eat you out first"

"No another time Andy, I just wanna feel you dick, missed the way it felt so much." You pleaded, he couldn't help but gush at the way you were praising him.

"If that's want you want dove, but consider this an IOU because I wanna feel you fall apart on my tongue and beard hmm?" He spoke taking his painfully hard cock between his hands.

He aligned himself at your entrance, not wanting to rush.

He ever so slowly pushed into you, every inch stretching you out deliciously just how you remembered. He kept going until he was bottomed out. You looked up at his face, his mouth agape and slow pants leaving his gorgeous redenned lips.

"Mmm forgot you felt like heaven dove. This pussy really was made for me wasn't it?" He asked dragging back till his tip remained inside right before slamming back into you. You couldn't help the loud moan that tore through you.

His hips rolled into you over and over, you all blissed out around his cock.

"I said, this pussy was made for me wasn't it." Andrew said with a particularly rough thrust at the end.

"Yes baby, its all yours"

"Mmm yes, no one elses." He drawled out.

Andrew picked up his pace, a delicious rhythm worked up as he pounded into you. You wrapped you legs around his waist pulling him in deeper, if that was even possible.

He sucked and kissed down your neck and collarbone, groaning in your ear in between kisses as his climax was surely approaching.

You groped his back, knowing there would be marks there in the morning. His paced picked up as he was chasing both your high, his dick hitting that soft spongy spot repeatedly.

"F-fuck.... mmm baby im so so close. Your pretty pussy gonna come around my cock hmm?"

"I'm so close too andy, dont stop please."

"Would never stop dovey. Your gripping me so tight, holy shit."

His pace became sloppy as he reached dhis hand between your bodys to start rubbing at your clit.

"Come on baby, cum with me." He spoke drawing fast circles with his thumb.

He gave one last hard thrust into you as your walls fluttered around him, his seed spilling into you. He rolled his hips a few more times working his way through you highs, before pulling out.

He layed down beside you instantly pulling you into his chest.

"I'm never leaving again." He chuckled stroking at your hair.

"I wouldn't want that for the world." You said holding him close.

#tasm andrew garfield #tasm fic #tasm fanfiction #andrew garfield #tasm imagine #tasm peter x reader #tasm smut #tasm peter parker #tasm peter x you #tasm peter smut

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raggedy-dxctor · 3 years

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I don’t know if you are taking suggestions right now, but could you do a Tony Stark x Angel!reader with fluff prompt 2 and soulmate AU prompt 2? Thanks if you decide to do this

a/n: ima do this as like headcannons because 1. im rusty af and i don't wanna mess up the request bc it's immaculate 2. im lazy af (im only half joking-)

pairing: Tony stark x gn!angel!reader

ok so i would just like to point out how soft this bitch would be for you

like before he even meets you he's soft because the words "careful tin can man! " were delicately and neatly tattoed onto his wrist

he finds himself running his fngers across it every day, whether it's for comfort, to check it's intact or just simply doing it as a habit

people often tease him for it because they just know how desperate he is to meet you

he has absolutely no idea that you're an angel, but he can just tell that you're special because of how the tattoo glistened slightly in the light

poor bitch has ZERO idea what the universe got him into

you're also soft for him before you meet him and everyone knows it

his writing was rather neat, but still slightly rushed

"god, you're adorable" was wittten in spaced out and gentle capitals

you also find yourself dedicating a little too much attention to it, admiring ot every day and beginning with joy at the thought of meeting him one day

you probably meet him on a missio mission somewhere, like you're kickimg ass and he's just stood there in awe as he watches you fight

"steve? who the hell is that?" you can just tell his tone is gonna be laced with awe and intrigue

"huh? oh! that's y/n! they're most likely joining the team on the future, for now it's just a test run, fury is waiting their decision"

he prrobably flies up in the suit and tries to show off to you by shooting a few of the robots from above

safe to say, his constant attempts to impress you result in him gettimg slightly distracted, causing you to have to tackle him out of the way of a blast that would've potentially been fatal

"careful tin can man! better watch the battle field next time!" came a jokingly reply from you which make him blush in embarrassment slightly

you stretch back out your wings and this bitch just,,, stands there in awe "god, you're adorable, has anyone ever told you that?" accidentally tumbles out of his mouth bc he's a dumb idiot (affectionate) and his hand just instantly slaps over his mouth

it takes you both three seconds of staring at eachother in shock to notice the tingling sensations on both of your wrists

it's safe to say that from that moment on you two were the cutest couple in yhe avengers

like Tony would literally declare his love for you so many times a day and he loved to cuddle up to you while you wrap your wings around him

it's a well known fact that you changed him for the better, you taught him how to value the world and the people he loves and how to protect the ones he holds dear

#marvel #tony stark x reader #tony stark #marvel soulmate au #THIS WAS SO MUCH LONGER THAN I PLANNED HSHSHSJSJ I ENJOYED WRITING IT SORRY #marvel x reader

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yoonlattesworld · 3 years

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Little kitten

Part:9

Yoongi x reader fanfiction

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Summary: This story is about a cat hybrid who has been homeschooled for the most of her life because of her parents,so what happens when she goes to school for the first time and meets someone who changes her life and reveals many secrets of her life?

Author's pov

*Here i present you mint yoongi to bless your soul*

Author's pov

The next day y/n woke up before her alarm started ringing ao removing the blanket off her body and stretching like a star fish , she sighed contently and got up from her bed only to sit down immediately due to the sudden blood rush in her head(this happens to me all the time) shaking her head she got up again but a little slowly this time and went to her bathroom while scratching her white fluffy ear gently with her tail swinging lazily. She brushed her teeth,and did her daily routine and wearing her nicely ironed uniform before rolling her tail around her waist to hide it. Taking her bag she went downstairs and was greeted by a maid "good morning miss y/n,did you sleep well?" "Mmm good morning and i slept well"she replied smiling kindly.

While the maids were serving her breakfast, another maid came to her bowing she said"Miss y/n,Mr l/n called this morning saying that they might not be able to return today. He said that there was some delay in work so they will be back at Monday evening". Y/n's mouth made an 'O' shape a little sad that she has to live alone for more days. But she shaked her head trying not to be sad 'today is Thursday so they will be back in 3 or 4 days it's okay! Work is important' she thinked to herself nodding her head.

After finishing her breakfast,and wearing her favourite beanie she went outside to see Mr song standing there with a panicked face "ajusshi what's wrong?are you alright?"she asked with wide eyes "Miss y/n my daughter is in labour right now and her mom is alone there a..and she said that there are some complications so they have to do a surgery and i need to be there "he replied panicking more. "T..then you should hurry up and go! Don't worry about me ajusshi i can go on my own"she said gasping "n..no the school is on yhe way to the hospital so i will drop you off but I don't know if I will be able to pick you up" "it's alright i can manage on my own you don't have to come and you can go right now-" he cut her off by opening the car door"no c'mon sit down i will drop you off right now and then go to the hospital" she nodded while running to the car and mr song drived quickly to the school . You see,Mr song's daughter is a widow. Her husband died in an accident while she was just 2 months pregnant and since then she has been living with her parents.

They reached the school and before he could say anything she opened her door and got out of the car "you don't have to pick me up ajusshi i can go on my own I'm a big girl now" she told him smiling"and show me the photos of the baby!" Mr song looked reluctant but gave in knowing he won't win towards her"okay but promise me that you will call me once you reach home and please be carefull little miss" "okay! I promise bye!"she started walking away and mr song made sure she reached inside the school and then drived away because even though she told her that she can manage and that is a big girl now he knows that she doesn't know anything about this world.

While y/n walked inside the school gate , she noticed that some people were looking at her and talking about something too. Why were they looking at her?she doesn't know them . She just kept her head down and started walking towards her first class. Reaching there she saw everyone talking among themselves but when they saw her, they immediately stopped talking and looked at her . This caused her to again look down and silently walk to her seat. Because she has kept her head down,she didn't noticed yoongi sitting there and glaring at them which caused them to look away because damm that boy is scary.

Y/n sat down on her seat and then she noticed yoongi sitting besides her. He was looking at her but when she looked at him,he looked away . Y/n started fiddling her fingers not knowing what to do. Was he mad at her? But he was talking to her yesterday...did she do anything wrong?why did he looked away? Did she annoyed him yesterday?All these thoughts were roaming inside her head till the teacher came in and started the lecture. While yoongi was thinking that why was he avoiding her now?

The whole lecture went away with y/n thinking that yoongi is mad at her and yoongi looking at her secretly when she was taking notes. As the bell ranged , signalling the lecture was over,she mustered every ounce of courage and grabbed his sleeve when he was leaving. Yoongi immediately stopped and looked down to see a small hand grabbing his sleeve tightly and then looked up to see y/n looking down at her shoes while biting her lower lip nervously. His eyes momentarily fell on her lips but he quickly looked up "do you need anything?"he asked her mentally kicking himself as that came off a little rude. She quickly took her hand back from his sleeve while stuttering thinking that he is mad at her"a..are you m..mad at me?" She asked him in a small voice and his eyes immediately softened. She thought he was mad at her because of his behaviour. He didn't mean to make her feel that way. He was just scared about how much effect she has on him in just one day .He sighed and took her soft small hand in his bigger slightly roughed ones. "No I'm not mad you... I'm sorry for acting like that"he said while rubbing his thumb over her knuckles. Her eyes widened and She immediately blushed at the contact and started stuttering more "a..ah um o... okay" . Yoongi smiled a bit as she nervously said"umm t.. the next will start soon w..we should get going"while looking down at her shoes. He nodded and pulled her out of her desk and started walking towards the door all while holding her hand. He didn't let her hand go till he walked to her to her class claiming that he did so because his class is on that way too while y/n was confused because if she remembers correctly,then his class is on the opposite direction. But she didn't said anything and went inside when he let her hand go. She was still blushing a little while yoongi smirked at how cute she is and started walking towards his class slowly even though he knows that he is late.

The second lecture rolled by in a blur and the third lecture was a little bit fun because taehyung and jimin were making funny face at her which resulted in them getting scolded. After the bell ranged signalling the first lunch break started,she made her way out of her class and her eyes widened a bit seeing other five boys standing there smiling at her. "What a..are you all doing here?" She asked while jimin came and put an arm around her shoulder earning a glare from a certain panthers. "We were waiting for you!" Replied jungkook while everyone was stifling their laugh because they knew he is doing this on purpose. "O..oh um alright then let's go?"y/n replied nervously because everyone was staring at them like owls because this is the first time they have seen the boys talking to a girl so freely. "Okay! let's go!"chirped jimin and started walking towards there usual spot while dragging y/n with him. All the while yoongi was glaring at jimin and jimin? Well he knew that but he was enjoying this a little too much because it's not everyday you see Min yoongi getting jealous. But Jin decided to help him and went to slap jimin's head which caused him to yelp and let y/n go. Y/n giggled a little and they all reached at the back of there school and sat down to eat there food. Y/n sat besides yoongi which made him smile a bit.

All the boys talked and ate there food while y/n sat ate her sandwich in silence. Yoongi gently took her beanie off her head revealing her fluffy ears and she looked at him with wide eyes but quickly looked away feeling shy. All the boys watched the interaction with a tiny smile. Yoongi couldn't stop looking at her. He thought that she looked really cute with her mouth full and cheeks puffed with her fluffy ears that twitched at every new sound. After finishing there food they talked a bit and then started to walk back to there classes . Yoongi,y/n and hoseok went together as they have the same class. Nothing much happened at the rest of the lectures and now it was the time of the second lunch break when jin asked y/n"hey y/n if you don't mind me asking,what did you mean when you said you have been locked at your home this whole time?did you not go out at all?" Y/n's face fell a little but she still smiled and said "yeah i haven't gone out of my house since years. My parents don't let me they said that it's for my safety so it's my first time going school. Although they are at business trips all of the times.". "For your safety?"namjoon repeated with a confused face . "Yeah they always said that they have saved me from the streets when i was much younger although i don't remember anything,but i must be true since they are not hybrids" . Yoongi looked in deep thought and others were still confused but didn't asked anything as it might be a sensitive topic.

At the time of there last lecture which was the free lecture,they decided to sit in the library, jungkook, taehyung and jimin wanted to skip again but jin denied that and told them to study which is why they are pouting right now. They all sat at the very back where there were less students. Yoongi was sitting on the opposite side of y/n so they were now sitting face to face. Y/n was completing her homework while yoongi couldn't stop thinking about there conversation back at the lunch break. He was still thinking about it when "yoongi?" A soft voice broke his train of thoughts and he looked up to see y/n looking at him with a curious and concerned expression"are you okay?" "Yeah...why?" "Umm n..nothing i just thought something is bothering you that's why...."she trailed off while yoongi took a deep breath and looked at her again"y/n is this really the first time you went out of your house?"he aaked her seriously and she nodded "y..yeah i don't remember when was the last time i went out that's why i begged my parents to let me go to school and i used to study through online classes so yeah this is my first time going out of my house" yoongi nodded ,again looking in deep thought so she continued her homework not knowing that he is staring at her.

The bell ranged signalling it was time to go home and all of them packed there things and started walking towards the front gate with y/n walking in between of them. As they reached there, all the boys except yoongi started leaving while y/n was clutching the straps of her bag nervously thinking that she has to go home alone as even though she told mr song not to worry,she was still scared. "Why are you standing here?"she jumped when she heard a deep voice behind her , turning around,she saw yoongi standing there leaning down a Little. His face was so close to her's that she can feel his breath hitting on her nose. She bit her lips Nervously which made him look at her lips before looking back at her eyes when she started speaking"i..i thought you left ?" He tilted his head a little and asked her again"why are you standing here? Where is your driver?" "Umm w..well the driver can't come to pick me up today that's why i am going to walk home" "you are going to walk home?"he asked with a raised eyebrow and she nodded. "Your parents?" "They are on a business trip"she replied while playing with her coat's button. "And where is your house?" Oh umm it's *any random House address*" yoongi's eyes widened"you are going to walk that far?" She nodded. He signed and held her hand pulling her towards his car "c'mon i will drop you home" "huh n..no i don't want to bother you" "you won't now sit" he opened the car door for her and gently pushed her in ignoring his driver's curious gaze.

He sat besides her and the driver got in and started the car looking at them. Yoongi can literally see a question mark on his head "we are going to drop her home first"he told him and the driver nodded hiding his shocked expression as it's the first time he has seen yoongi talking to anyone other than his friends. "Were to mr min?" "*Random House address*" the driver nodded and y/n bowed a little mumbling a little'sorry to bother you' and looked down at her hands fiddling her fingers. Yoongi put his hand on hers and spoke looking down at her "stop doing this you are not bothering anyone"he noticed that she does this whenever she is nervous. She nodded and relaxed in her seat. He kept his hand on hers which caused her to blush. The whole ride was silent other than the driver occasionally looking at them curiously and smiling to himself.

As they reached her house, she looked at him and smiled "thank you for dropping me home"she said smiling sweetly. He cleared his throat and said"i wasn't dropping you off ,my house is on the way" not looking at her while y/n and the driver were both confused "but hobi told me that you live in the opposite direction of the school so my house is really far from yours"she said looking up at him with those innocent eyes. "Yeah umm i... wanted to buy something from around here"he replied looking out of the window. The driver looked even more confused while y/n blinked twice and "but there aren't any shops nearby,there are only big houses here"she told him while yoongi clenched his fist and suddenly turned around from the window and leaned his body towards her making her move back and put his one arm on the seat and another on the window of her side which trapped her there. She was almost lying on her back while yoongi leaned even closer which made her eyes widened even more. His warm breath was hitting on her lips while he looked at her with an intense gaze and whispered "don't try to tease me kitten the consequences won't be good"while smirking. He was hovering over her small body while she looked away blushing profusely and at that time,he wanted to kiss her so badly that he almost lost it when her sweet scent filled his nose. He wanted her so smell only like him and nobody else. He took her chin in between his thumb and index finger and turned her head so she was looking back at him. She was looking at him with her hand gripping the seat tightly and heart beating so fast that she feared it will come out of her chest and she was certain that yoongi can hear it too because she can also hear a heartbeat which wasn't hers and it was beating really fast too. But her heart wasn't beating loudly because of fear it was because of a different feeling and for some reason she liked it. That doesn't mean that she isn't nervous and yoongi couldn't stop looking at her eyes. They were so beautiful that he wanted to keep on looking at them for hours .

The poor driver didn't knew what to do suddenly seeing a scene like this so he just opted to look out of window but he accidentally knocked over a bottle which caused them to let go of each other. Y/n was cheeks were a shade of pretty pink while yoongi looked at the driver annoyed. Poor driver was scared for his life. He bowed a little mumbling a sorry .Y/n quickly opened the door and got out of the car and bowing to the driver "t.. thank you so much for dropping me off! " She peeked at yoongi to see him looking at her with a small smirk and she quickly looked away and ran inside her house closing the door and leaning against it and put a hand on her chest feeling her heart pounding and ran up towards her room and flopped on her bed squealing on the pillow and smiling shyly. While yoongi chuckled while looking at her house and feeling his heart beating loudly. He told the driver to drive.

Both of them had a smile on there face and yoongi was finally finding his happiness and he promised himself that he will never let her go. He was now confident that he liked her much more than he thought. And y/n also liked this feeling 'so this how they feel in all those dramas?'she thought to herself still smiling.

Yoongi's driver drove off from her house while yoongi kept looking at her house with a smile still on .

But he failed to notice the man who was standing at a distance looking at y/n with a creepy smile on his face "found you"

To be continued....

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heather • richie tozier

(richie tozier x reader)

[based off the song heather by conan gray]

requested: OMG I HAVE AN IDEA IDK IF ITS GOOD AND IDK WHY IM TYPING IN ALL CAPS BUT CAN U DO A FIC WHERE LIKE ITS BASED OF YHE SONG HEATHER BY CONAN GRAY WHERE THE READER AND RICH HAVE BEEN BEST FRIENDS FOR SO MANY YEARS AND HAVE FEELINGS FOR EACHOTHER BUT THERE BOTH SO OBLIVIOUS- SO WHEN RICHIE LIKE GETS A GF ONE DAY THE READER JUST WHSKWHDIWHWIW IDK HOW TO EXPLAIN IT BUT LIKE AT THE END THEY REALIZE THEYRE IN LOVE. SORRY IF ITS TOK SPECIFIC. LOVE U. IM RUNNING OUTTA CHARACTERS

warnings: swearing, mentions of underage drinking, themes of cheating but no actual cheating, angst, fluff at the end, unedited.

thank u guys so much for being so patient with this fic <3 love u all so much!

[losers + reader are 18+ in this.]

4.4k words

(also, this fic starts with a flashback and idk if i like this style, but lmk if it works)

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the persistent beat thudding in your ears seems to do nothing more than dim your already low mood as you sip on lemonade by yourself in someone's basement bar, sitting on an uncomfortable metal barstool and leaning your head heavy against your chin.

these days, it seemed as though the world was painted in gray.

you look around almost lazily; bev and ben went outside in the snow a couple minutes ago, stan just took a girl upstairs - you're left alone now, because mike and eddie had to study for their exam and bill was feeling under the weather. and richie, as usual, was late.

there's almost twenty other people in the room right now, but you have no desire to speak to any of them. you've been trying to have fun tonight, but you're just having a hard time, feeling distracted and unable to stop thinking about wire framed glasses and a certain bright smile.

your wandering eyes halt your thoughts as a girl in your class - heather perez - catches your eye from across the room, her hair falling in natural curls that makes you sigh in envy. she smiles and waves at you warmly, gesturing for you to come and sit with her. you swallow and look down into your cup of dreary, graying lemonade as you try not to think about how you look in comparison. she's so fucking pretty. you look back up and shake your head with a friendly smile, faker than a plastic flower, and nod to the bathroom. she shrugs and smiles, turning back around.

she was too sweet, it hurt.

her naturally dark hair, long and wavy, her smooth dark skin, her laugh.... but suddenly, your head snaps back up after recognizing a familiar sight on heather's figure.

-is that richie's sweater?

your heart thumps and churns in the most unsavory way as all the breath leaves your lungs in one swift exhale. you feel sick to your stomach and your hand falls to hit the counter to stabilize yourself, the lemonade sloshing out of the cup slightly. but you pay no mind. heather's wearing richie's sweater...

you know that sweater really well. it's definitely his, and for some reason that makes you want to cry.

you blink and force yourself to suck air into your lungs as you look around quickly, anywhere but at heather perez wearing richie tozier's sweater, with all the stripes and patterns and the rough polyester material. you're not sure why you're so caught off-guard, you knew that heather perez was maybe-kinda-sorta seeing your trashmouth. he'd mentioned it in passing a few times and you've not been able to keep it off your mind as bev and bill whisper to richie about it in the halls or during hangouts when you were laying in stan's lap pretending not to hear it.

it hurts, though. holy hell, does it hurt when richie turns the corner and the typical, 'hey, richie!' choruses through most of the people in the basement - and yet his eyes are just set on her.

it hurts even worse when you make eye contact with him and he smiles at you, nodding in greeting and calling a "hey there, toots!" over the thumping of the noise before turning back towards heather.

your heart thumps erradically as you eye him sliding an arm around her shoulders easily, pulling her into his tall lanky frame, crushing your chest and deflating your trembling heart. heather's head falls onto richie's shoulder and you shiver, feeling colder than you've felt in so long. the lemonade you force to your lips tasting like stale water as the sight of richie pinching heather's shoulder and thumbing his own sweater on her frame make you feel empty.

even now, weeks later, you remember how it felt. you sip on the boiling tea and immediately burn your tongue, making you swear as you stare out your window, the snow falling around your house in the dark making you feel an odd, empty kind of peace. that fucking sweater.

you haven't talked to richie in almost a week and a half - he got in trouble the night after the party and his parents took his phone away - at eighteen years old, his parents took his phone - so that he could 'spend time with family' (a task that made you chuckle to yourself when bill had explained it to you about twelve days ago).

it's winter break, though, and you've been missing the last piece of your eight-person puzzle the last few times you've hung out with your friends. it feels empty without richie's boisterous shenanigans, snarky looks and goofy comebacks... you feel really embarrassed for missing him so deeply.

tears well up in your eyes as you think again about his damn sweater, the one that heather was wearing, the same one he'd given you not even three weeks prior.

"well look at you." richie says with amusement trickling through his voice like melting icewater through a calm creek. you spin towards him with a grin eclipsing your face as you shrug around his sweater, pretending not to smell his strong scent and pretending not to feel the immediate comfort it gives you.

"you know, for as dumb as it looks, i kind of like it." you tease, brushing some hair back from your eyes as the sweater sleeves fall back down past your hands. he laughs, eyes not leaving you for a second.

"shit, doll. keep it." he says, sounding serious. it makes you pull a face at him, starting to lift it slightly over your head to return it to its rightful owner.

but he shakes his head, hands gently gripping your arms and halting your motions, subsequently setting your heart on fire. his lips are set in a gentle grin as he shakes his head again. "it looks so much better on you."

it's spoken simply, in such honestly that it makes you blush nearly immediately. in fact, you're so flustered that all you can do is shove him a bit, stuttering out a quiet, "shut up, richie, you- i - okay, whatever."

it makes him chuckle as he takes the soft blow of your hands against his shoulders, deftly running his hands through his curly locks as he shakes his head. "you're adorable, kid."

you're lucky he'd turned around to gripe around on his messy bed for his laptop, because the stupid grin you're sure is painting your face is enough to make you dig your own grave and then hand him the shovel. if only he knew how much you liked him.

you didn't keep the sweater after that night, though. at the time, you'd told him it was because it was putrid; that the colors and patterns were a sin to man and that you'd never be caught dead wearing it out. he laughed the whole time because you had literally worn it to the store with him it with him that same day. but now, you'd give anything for richie to give you that sweater again, to feel that polyester inseam fall against your stomach and your arms and chest, like a huge richie hug (without all the bones and the cologne and the caffeine-pulsing heartbeat - so not a real richie hug, but as close as you could get to the real thing without actually just having it).

god, you like him too much. you rub your face with your palm, the moisture from the tears that had accidentally escaped your eyes smudging against your face. you're tired, almost - it's like an empty, heartbroken exhaustion that sags your shoulders and chokes your throat and makes you zone out for minutes at a time. one thought overwhelms you right now, so as you see a car's headlights shine out your window through the falling snow, you don't even notice it.

you just wish you were heather.

you've tried to hate her. really, you have - you figured maybe, just maybe, if you were able to rant to bev or eddie about how much of a bitch heather is, how she's terrible to richie and how boring she was, maybe you could justify the heartbreak in your chest.

but god, she's so perfect. heather, with her shiny hair, bright smile, her flawless mind and caring heart. she's, as far as you're concerned, an angel. of course richie would choose heather, who wouldn't?

the other day at that party, you'd tried your hardest to ignore your intrusive thoughts, but you can't help feeling like it would all be better if heather didn't exist. and even that thought alone hurts your heart, because you remember the smile on richie's face when he looked at her, swathed in his sweater and floating around the room like a beacon of light.

and you could never, ever in good conscience take that from richie.

you almost laugh at how absurd it is - now you're talking to yourself while you stare out the window, half asleep, dreaming of freckles placed just like constellations and crooked noses, of jawlines that jut out and long, lanky fingers; of loud, chipping laughter and beat up high-tops with cuffed corduroy pants.

"y/n?" a voice behind your door makes you jump a bit, unsettling your already disconcerted bones. you’re imagining him, now? you laugh into your scalding mug for a second, but after a double-take at the doorway you find the angel himself to be standing there with a perplexed look.

"richie, what're you doing here?" you ask, rubbing your eye to make sure no tears are left. he looks troubled. "i knocked, but nobody answered. so..." he says with a shrug, and you ned, tucking a leg under yourself and nodding.

"what are you doing, toots?" he asks, backlit by the hallway light. and then you finally can see what he's wearing, and you almost laugh at your own misery.

but you don’t laugh, your brain short-circuiting as you feel the knife twist further into your abdomen. the stupid fucking sweater.

“-um, nothing. y- did you get that back from heather?” you try to deliver the line as smoothly as possible, but by the look on his face, you did a real shit job at that.

“what?” he asks in an exhale as he shakes snowflakes from his hair and shoulders, closing your door as he walks towards you and falls to sit next to you on your windowsill seat.

“i thought you gave her that sweater.” you say and he raises a brow, “yeah, like two weeks ago.” he says slowly, eyeing you. he adds, “she obviously didn’t need it after that.”

you frown, “did she need it then?” you didnt try to sound bitter at all, but your voice comes with more of a sting than you’d anticipated.

as always, richie meets fire with fire. “it was twenty fuckin’ degrees out, she was wearing a tank top.”

you don’t know what to say so you just stare out the window with a quick huff, crossing your arms. "why does it matter? it's a sweatshirt." he mutters. "i was just being nice to her."

you nod, pain twisting around in your stomach. he's right, it's just a sweater. but he gave it to her, because he likes heather better.

“what’s up with you, kid?” he asks, gentler this time.

“don’t call me kid, richie.” you say sharply, not meeting his eyes. “and there’s nothing up with me.” you know you’re being difficult, but you really don't have the energy to argue with him right now.

it’s quiet again, and the silence is even more awkward. you take another scalding sip of your tea.

“um, y/n... is this because of heather?” he says after a bit. you feel the tension that the acknowledgment brings as it hits you in the thick, cold air. richie’s tapping a rhythm on his thigh, so you can tell he feels it too.

"richie." you say weakly, your voice coming out too quiet, too obviously broken and exhausted. "i cannot do this. please don't do this right now"

he blinks at you, eyebrows furrowed. "sugar, i'm so lost right now."

you decide to change the subject. "-why'd you come over?" you ask, actually looking at him then immediately regretting it. he looks hurt and confused, like a lost puppy.

"oh. um, i just need to tell you something.it's about heather, too." he sounds anxious, and you roll your eyes, looking down at the tree outside your room as wind blows powdery white mounds off its branches.

“can this just wait until tomorrow?” you whisper. doesn't he get it?

it's quiet and for a moment you believe that he's going to leave it, to not bring up the obvious jealousy brewing in your chest. but he breaks the silence too soon.

"i tried to kiss her." he says and you immediately look towards the door, the most immediate escape possible.

your breathing gets heavy; if you have to hear this, you know you'll admit your feeling to richie, and you don't want to do that to him. but you have a suspicion that he already knows.

"richie, i'm so, so glad to see you. and that you like heather. really, i am. but- it's not a good time. i'm not- i'm not okay." you say, voice thick as tears well behind your eyes.

richie’s eyes widen almost comically as you make eye contact and his hands immediately find purchase on your arms, his thumbs rubbing in the way that he has done ever since that one foggy summer you spent in the sewers. "y/n/n, what's wrong, sweetheart?" he asks, watching sadly as a tear slips from your cheek. it breaks your heart when he calls you sweetheart, and you shake your head.

you can't tell him the truth - that you love him, so instead, you mumble, "i've missed you. there's a lot going on, and i just really need you."

he looks guilty as he pulls you into a warm hug, one that takes you off guard but that you return gratefully. "you've been too busy spending time with heather and with your parents, and i understand that, i just - you know, i miss you." you say, voice muffled as your cheek is squished into his shoulder. he sighs shakily, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. “i know i’ve been with her a lot, i’m sorry sugar.” he mutters.

it feels like you’re both holding something back from the other.

"i wish i were heather." you say against his shoulder, knowing richie’s completely unaware of the depth of your statement. but he pulls back and stares at you, an unknown look on his face. you open your mouth to say something, but you're cut off before you can get anything out.

and his lips fall against yours lightly, almost as if they’re ghosts against yours. his presence feels fleeting.

you barely close your eyes and press closer to him before you snap out of it, jerking backwards with wide eyes.

richie’s eyes fall open too as he looks at you questioningly. your heart is thumping heavy as you shake your head, more shocked than you thought ever possible. “what?” he asks, as if he’s surprised you’re not kissing back.

you give him a sad, broken look. you think you’ll cry as you mutter, "why would you ever kiss me? i'm not - i'm not nearly as pretty as her, i'm just-"richie suddenly looks like he might get sick, his face paler than usual as the steam from your tea dwindles idly between you. he cuts you off. "-why are you - why are you saying all these things y/n/n-”

“heather. you like heather.” you say frantically, trying to remind him so you dont have to live through this fresh faced heartbreak twice as painful if he kisses you again.

but richie shakes his head, and your confusion skyrockets just as much as your heartbeat."no. a-amy asked her out." he says breathlessly. "-she said yes."

you blink, pulling even further away as it dawns on you. "wait. so... so you only want to see me after the girl you wanted finds someone else?" you ask, watching as the smile gets smacked off of richie's face so quickly you think it may give him whiplash. "wait, no-" he starts, but you shake your head.

“richie, do you understand how hurtful that is?” you say, voice heavy as you try not to let tears fall.

he shakes his head, eyes glossing with tears as he gapes at you, “n-no, y/n-“

“fuck, richie. i know you know about my feelings for you. how could you do this? i’m not heather, i’m reminded that every time i’m in the same room as the two of you. she’s had you completely mesmerized for the last month, you can’t just use me to distract yourself.” you say, your tea completely forgotten as a tear escapes your eye.

he shakes his head, looking at you with an emotion you don’t have the energy to decipher. “leave, richie.” your voice is broken and it shakes as you look away from him.

you’re not sure what you were expecting, but when richie stands up silently you dont even look away from the window. you see him wipe his cheek in your peripheral before he sighs quietly and walks out of your room, shutting the door quietly.

you cry openly as you hear your door shut downstairs, your hands shaking as you cover your face, your shoulders shaking with sobs. you make it under your covers just as you hear a car engine sputter outside, your heart empty and lips still tingling as the feeling of richie’s lips linger on yours. you groan into your pillow and let out another sob, your eyes squeezing in agony as your heart feels like it’s ripping in two.

because even if they’re not together, richie still likes her.

why couldn’t you be heather?

you cry until you’re asleep, your now cold mug of tea resting on the windowsill as your phone charges next to you and snow swirls in the dark sky.

when you wake up the next morning, your headache is nearly blinding. you feel like crying more as you remember last night. you roll over and rub your eyes, unlocking your phone groggily.

but you check your notifications and your heart immediately stops as you see a missed call from richie at 3:49 in the morning last night, and a voicemail left a minute later.

well, you guess he got his phone back.

your fingers tremble as they hover above the play button, feeling like you may vomit from anxiety - the message he left is two minutes long.

closing your eyes, ready for even more heartbreak, you press play and hold the speaker to your ear.

“um, y/n.” the voicemail starts off, and you’re already tearing up because richie’s voice is full to the brim with anxiety and he’s not using his usual nicknames for you.

“uh... okay, i- i know it’s four in the morning, and you’re probably asleep - god, i hope you are, and that you’re not ignoring me. not that i dont deserve it, but i just want you to get good rest. uh, a-anyways. fuck,” there’s an awkward pause and you’re holding your breath.

“you know i’m not good with phone calls or voicemails-“ his rambling just adds to your anxious feeling, but you think if you don’t listen to this, your anxiety would eat you alive.

“- fuck, i don’t know how to say this. kind of ironic, i guess, since i’ve been thinking about saying it like every day for probably more than a year- okay, i’m... god, spit it out, trashmouth.” his voice gets thicker and you can hear the emotion as he takes a shallow breath.

“y/n/n, you make my hands shake. i swear, my heart feels like it’s going to backfire and explode when we touch... and it scares me so fucking bad.” you feel your heart halt in your chest, the air leaving your lungs.

you keep the phone pressed tightly to your ear as richie’s recorded voice goes on.

“-fuck, y/n. i’m terrified. sometimes i think.... like, whoever created me... they designed me just to be yours. and... it’s not in the same way i feel about bev, or bill, or eddie-“ his voice breaks as he sniffs on the other end and it dawns on you that he’s crying. “-you’re you. you’re y/n. i tried to like heather as more than just a friend. but...” it’s silent for a second.

“i just kept comparing her to you. i do that with everybody. i think i’m broken. i love you so much that it hurts.” he’s crying enough by now that it’s leaking into his speech; he’s hiccuping, stuttering slightly, his inflection changing as you can almost picture the tears rolling off his thick eyelashes and onto his rosy cheeks.

“-and i can’t sleep right now knowing that i hurt you like this. i can’t believe that i let you think of yourself as lesser than heather in any way-“ he sobs quietly in the recording and takes a stuttering breath. "i can’t believe i put myself before you. i’m such a shitty friend. i should’ve been giving you my stupid fucking sweaters the whole time.”

tears are pouring out of your eyes as you sit up, ripping the comforter off your legs. you’re pulling on socks and your shoes as you continue to listen to richie’s voicemail.

“i’m sorry that i kissed you, and i’m sorry that i dragged you into this m-mess, that i used heather as an excuse to ignore my feelings for you. i-i love you so fucking much, and i’m just so scared of hurting you. i’m so sorry that i hurt you, y/n.”

you have to see him.

“-and, um, i’m sorry i left this voice message. this is probably the worst way to find this out but i figured that it would be easier for us to ignore if it wasn’t in person- y’know, because you don’t have to respond. just- now you know. that i’m sorry, and that i don’t expect you to forgive me or want to speak to me for a while. i just- i need you to know that you’re so loved, y/n. and that you deserve so much better than me.

“so, um, okay. i’ll let you sleep now. b-bye.” he whispers the end and then the line cuts dead.

you’re left with shaking breath and tears in your eyes as his voice rings in your head. you try to take in what he’s just said, but you think you’re about to pass out.

how can richie love you back?

you brush your teeth almost aggressively as your heart beats erratically in your chest and then you’re suddenly flying down the snowy road towards the tozier’s house.

you realize too late that you look completely awry, hair unbrushed, eyes puffy and swollen, shoes untied as you knock on the front door of richie's house.

went opens the door, richie’s younger sister sat on his hip as he smiles at you, "y/n! long time no see. richie's upstairs in his room."

you smile at him in thanks, too rushed to say anything to him or munch. then you’re all but sprinting up the stairs, only feeling the anxiety as you throw open the door to his bedroom.

you're relieved that he's laying in his bed, surrounded by pillows and fluffy comforters as he jumps from the noise of your arrival.

when he sits up, neither of you say anything. his eyes are red and rimmed with tears, a heartbreaking sight as his lower lip trembles slightly. you're sure you look the same as you take a step towards his bed, your eyes not leaving each other's for a second.

he looks incredible, still.

"y/n..." he whispers finally, his eyes wide. "did you get my message?" he says, lips tilting in a stupid, forced smile. his voice holds no humor in it's sad thickness, though, and you sigh as you look down to the carpet.

you shake your head, "can you not joke for a minute, rich?"

he laughs wetly, standing up fully and although he towers at 6'0, he looks so small. "i can try, doll, but then i'll start to cry a lot, and that's just not what anybody wants-"

"richie." you say, effectively ceasing his rambling. it's cold in his room, bright white from the snow outside, and silent. he looks at you with huge eyes and a red nose.

but you don't know what to say. you’ve spent so long wanting to be heather, but now you've found out that richie's loved you this whole time. it hurts, but you can't wait another second being away from richie.

you launch yourself towards him, grabbing the back of his neck and pulling him down to your mouth.

this time, the kiss is warm, unexpected again but much more loving. it's a kiss that tastes like tears and love and trust, and all you can feel is richie as his hands find purchase on your cheek and back, pulling you so close to him that you can feel is rapid heartbeat.

he pulls back to mumble against your lips, "i'm so sorry." you shake your head, pressing another kiss to his and loving the feeling of richie against you finally. "i love you." you say, feeling his grin against your mouth.

"i love you so much." he says, pulling you lightly to fall onto his bed with him and tickling your sides.

you laugh lightly, swatting at his prodding fingers. "please stop crying." he whispers, laying above you with a small smile. you roll your eyes, "you stop crying rich." you retort, and he shakes his head, one of his tears falling onto your cheek. you jump from the feeling and wipe it away, sniffling a gasp and pulling him into a tight hug, his legs tangling with yours.

“i’m sorry.” he mumbles. you cup his cheeks so his lips pucker out and you smile at him, whispering, “i forgive you, rich. i love you.” and then you place a soft kiss to his lips and he kisses you back enthusiastically. he pulls back and hugs you again, burrowing himself in your neck.

"i didn't think i'd ever get you." he says, muffled by his face in your shoulder. "thank you for trusting me. i love you so much." he kisses your collarbone lightly and your fingers play through his curls lightly as you smile, eyes closing. you're so tired.

"i love you more, richie."

you fall asleep with richie curled up beside you, his breath light on your chest and arms clutching you against him. you fall asleep with richie’s lips on your neck, his legs entangled with yours.

you fall asleep contently, knowing that you no longer have to wish you were heather.

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WANTED || J.JK || 1

HIM

Pairing : Jungkook X Reader

Genre : fluff, later on angst too

Summary : “Let me geuss, your parents are dead and you're family with one of my mates so that's why you're staying with us for a while?”

“Um, no. Sorry. Just running for the authorities and your window was open.”

Wordcount: 0.7k

WARNINGS : none it's only the prologue calm down.

WANTED MASTERLIST || NEXT

" Kook', wake up dude, we're supposed to be at school in a few hours."

Jungkook groans when Taehyung shakes him awake, but ends up falling back asleep anyway.

" Alright, if you really want to have it this way. I'm truly sorry my dude. Jiminie! Do your thang!" Teahyung yells to Jimin, who's standing at the other side of the room.

" WAKEY, WAKEY KOOKIE! IT'S TIME TO ROT HALF OF OUR DAY AWAY IN HELL!" Yells, no, screams Jimin as he slams two pan lids against one another, creating an annoying loud clanking noise.

Jungkook groans again, but strats stretching anyway, a sign that he's waking up.

" Is this really necessary?" The half asleep guy asks in irritation.

" Yeah, else you'll refuse to wake up. It was this or Jin." Taehyung tells him with an innocent smile.

" No, no. I'm awake. No need to put Jin in this." Jungkook says as he gets up and walks across the hallway into the bathroom to freshen up.

" Hey Kookie-"

" Woman, how many times do I have to tell you to leave me alone?" Jungkook asks the girl who just spoke to him.

" Depends. When are you going to admit that we have something going on?" She asks, blinking her eyes sweetly.

" Hah, never. Listen, it's not that I don't like you or something, it's just that I'm not intrested in you in that way." Jungkook tells her honestly, and it's really true.

He does like her. But only as a friend.

Ze sighs dramatically before pushing herself off yhe lockers.

" You'll see, one day-"

" Yeah, yeah, I know. One day I'll regret ever turning you down bla bla bla bla bla. Whatever. Bye Eunmi." He says uninterested as he agressively slams his locker shut and walks away.

Jungkook stretches as he arrives home. Apart from him, Namjoon, Hoseok, Jimin and Taehyung are most likely home too. Jin would probably arrive in a few minutes, and Yoongi's shifts usually end later.

He jawns as he walks to his rooms and unbuttones the first few buttons of his shirt, ready to change into something more comfortable. He throws his door open and is suprised by what he meets, his eyes wide open.

A woman who seems to be around his age is chilling behind his computer, completely unbothered as if she lives here.

He quickly buttons his first few buttons back up again before he smirks. He's read way too many books about this to not geuss what's going on.

"Let me geuss, your parents are dead and you're family with one of my mates so that's why you're staying with us for a while?" Is the first thing he tells you.

“Um, no. Sorry dude. Just running for the authorities and your window was open." Is your dry reply.

Jungkook looks schocked by your answer.

My window was open?

" Wait a minute, just to be clear, you see someone chilling in your room and the first thing you think is that the peep's parents are dead and that they're family of your friends?" You ask in confusion as you realise.

Jungkook shruggs his shoulders.

" Kind of, yeah. I mean, that's what always happens im those stories, right?" He looks like Bambi as he asks you this.

You blink for a moment before shaking your head.

" You are way too much on Wattpad." You end up telling him.

Jungkook's skin turns pink at your blunt words.

" Yeah, well- You too! Because else you didn't know what I would be talking about either!" Jungkook's way too proud of his useless defence.

" You serious?" You ask him with your brow raised.

Now the pink turns darker.

" Well, I-I mean, How else-"

" Jungkook! Have you got a visitor?" Suddenly Jin's voice is sounded trough the door.

" Lie to him." You wishper to Jungkook as the both of you watch his door.

" Don't tell me what to do." He wishper yells back, still flustered on the way you called him out.

" Kook'? Is everything alright? I'm coming in." Jungkook hears Jin's vouce happily from the other side of the door.

" No wait!- Quick, hide yourself in my walk in closet!" He tells you the last part.

" What? No! You stink so your clothes probably do too. Hide yourself in your damn closet." Is your dumb answer.

" Are you alright Ju- Oh." Jin stops talking as he sees you.

" Ehm, hi?" You say lamely.

" Hello?" Jin's answer isn't any better.

" I didn't know you had invited a girl over. By the way, you should of clean your room. This is not how you're supposed to invite a lady in Kook'! I'm sorry about his mess." Jin apologizes to you, and you smirk in Jungkook's direction as you realise,

Jin has got no idea on what's going on.

" It's alright. You couldn't of done anything about it either way." You smile at Jin easily.

Jin smiles at you while Jungkook clenches his jaw in light irritation.

You try to ignore his jawline.

" Are you staying for dinner?" Jin asks you friendly.

You feel a laugh rise up in you, it's been a while since you've had an actual nice home cooked meal, and you certainly won't let this chance slide.

" N-"

" If it's not a problem, I'd love to." You cut Jungkook's answer off before he can actually formulate it.

" Of course. Finally someone other than the boys to cook for! I guarantee you, you're going to love my spicy chicken wings."

Jungkook realizes that it will most probably be a very long evening for him.

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