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gah your writing is so beautiful you’re amazing :cryign:

You’re so sweet! I’m excited to read more of your works <3

“Hey, lover, won’t you treat me right?

with Freminet”

Imagine being with Freminet, someone who’s never been well-versed in how or how not to be treated in relationships. He’s anxious, thanks to Lyney’s constant fussing and Lynette’s warnings.

And then, he has the luck of finding you. Someone who adores him and only wants to love and care for him. Helping him with his underwater adventures, or assisting him in social situations. Just being there without overstepping or forcing your way into his space.

Easing him out of his comfort zone without practically shoving him into overwhelming discomfort. You show him patience that he’s unfamiliar with. Even within his family, it feels foreign with the level of caution and care you take to ensure his safety.

And while he may not be the most sure of his judgment, he’s sure of one thing. You are one of the best things to happen to him.

“You’ve become my ceiling

with Yae Miko”

“You don’t even care, do you? You never do, and probably never have.”

The woman in front of you didn’t even appear hurt, simply maintaining a face of indifference. But inside, her mind was racing. When you’d invited her to this beautiful forest, she’d expected a grand gesture of a date, as you’d done in the past. Not your decision to end your relationship.

“I do care, quite a deal,” she moved her hand up, to cup your face. Perhaps to even talk you out of it, as foolish as it was. But you stepped away from her.

And spoke with tears brimming your eyes, “which is why you can’t even pretend to be affected.”

You humans were so conflicting. You were the one who broke up with her, and now you’re crying over her. Even as you faced the ground, she knew your face was puffy and red. As it usually had been when you broke down.

“Because, I learned how to maintain my composure, after so long of practice.” What you didn’t know, was how badly she wanted to hold you, teasingly comforting you as she’d done many times before. “If you’re simply trying to leave for my seemingly lack of care, then I cannot make you stay. But I do implore you to think.”

“If I didn’t care, why would I stay with you for so long, dear?”

I am attempting to branch out more in terms of characters I write

“I want to buy you something

with Ruggie Bucchi”

(With a crafty? reader)

“It’s not a lot,” he mumbled.

In your hands was a grocery bag that he had just previously handed to you. It was your six month anniversary. Something you’d both been excited for, but he did show some anxiety as the day approached.

When your gaze became fixed on him, he looked away.

“You can open it instead of staring, you know.”

It wasn’t the first time you’d seen him flustered or shy, but it still made you grin when the cocky and sometimes arrogant Ruggie Bucchi would get all red from being watched.

You sat down on your dorm bed, while he didn’t seem to follow you. Though you found it odd, you were just too excited to see what the contents were.

“Just— don’t expect too much, alright?”

You ripped open the bag after struggling a bit with the tightly done knot. And in the bag, he was right. There really wasn’t a lot.

But what you did see, was random items of unknown origin. Keys that lead to who knows where, rocks that you assumed he found from the ruthless chores he completed, and even colored and patterned bookmarks and scraps of paper.

“You mentioned that you liked crafting, so being the generous boyfriend I am, I figured I’d surprise you.”

The longer that you stared at the contents of the bag, the more nervous he got.

“Because I love you. So can you say something?”

Beau

He/him

Trans

Poet

16

“We are connected

by our strings and stuffing”

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