#Glad you all loved the sleepover photos though !!!!

[nischaaskblog]

Noel: The sleepover was fun!

Misha: Should we tell poeticeggz nation what went down?

Noel: hmm noo let's wait till they ask about it. Surely they're curious what happened after/before the photos

[hwaslayer]

the space between us three (jyh) | four.

⇢series masterlist | series playlist

⇢summary: while juggling the demands of life, yunho continues to do his best to raise his independent 11 yr old daughter, seora. throughout the years, they've built a strong foundation, an unbreakable bond— one that consists of late night talks and food runs, father/daughter dates, and sideline cheerleading at her basketball games. so when you unexpectedly come into their world, things shift. despite the uncertainty and the fear of stepping outside of their comfort zone, yunho and seora eventually learn how to open their hearts and learn how to rebuild a home where three can thrive together.

⇢pairing: single dad!yunho x f. reader

⇢genre: (18+ - minors dni) strangers to lovers, single dad au | fluff, angst, eventual smut

⇢word count: 4.5k

⇢chapter content/warnings: cussing, mature language/ sexually implied content, sorry more of a filler chapter cause i need to build this up lol 😅 but more oc x yunho!!, taehyun & jihoon tryna play cupid, well ok i guess everyone is at this point lmao, seora and yunho have a lil heart to heart

Monday comes a lot quicker than expected, but you're glad the weekend was better than you thought it'd turn out. Running errands and spending the day with your parents was actually a lot calmer this time around— no bickering or arguing unnecessarily, mom wasn't picking at things or pointing out specific details just to work your last nerve.

It was good. It did make you feel bad for not being better about spending more time with them, though.

But, that's why you vowed to work on it with your brother and you knew you both were serious about making it happen. Better late than never, and you and Wonwoo could admit to your faults. 

That's progress and a way forward, right?

Anyway, the agenda went as promised with your family— you ended up at the grocery store for about an hour before driving down to the pharmacy and different furniture stores until you and your parents settled on a new, good quality couch they were satisfied with. When you had gotten back to the house that afternoon, mom sent you away with towers of food and Yunho hadn't gotten back home yet.

Couldn't help but wonder what his typical weekend was like with his daughter. Was that weird? He seems so laidback [despite his dad tone coming out on Saturday before leaving], it just makes you wonder what him and his daughter do to fill their downtime together.

Must be cute.

When you got back home that afternoon, you had tidied up your place and showered off the early day's activities before preparing a charcuterie board, wine and other finger foods for Noeul and Sian's arrival. It was a much needed sleepover since it had been awhile since the last one— the three of you getting caught up with work and being too exhausted to meet outside of it. You and the girls talked about everything and anything; from new updates on old friends from college and highschool and analyzing every detail of their recent photos on IG, to love, dating and all the juicy one-nights, to what's been on the grocery list lately and then finally, openly exploring the topic of sex toys and all that glory.

Very, very much needed.

In fact, sleeping in the next day and getting breakfast with Noeul and Sian at the cute café nearby was the cherry on top. You finally got to taste that thick, milk bread with coconut-pandan jam sprinkled with tiny bits of sea salt.

Your weekend was better than expected.

For Yunho, it was a bit chaotic; filled with an impromptu sleepover with 11-going-on-12-year old girls screaming and singing at the top of their lungs after a long day of shopping and eating out. They all plopped onto the large air mattress Yunho set up in the middle of the living room, their voices slowly dying down as the hours went on. They didn't fall asleep until a bit past midnight, which is when Yunho decided to finally shut off his TV and get some shut-eye himself.

Then, the morning came and it was chaos all over again. 

He overheard the girls talking and giggling until Seora gently knocked and walked into her dad's room to wake him up. His eyes fluttered open, his daughter sitting on the edge of his bed poking at his cheek. He sleepily chuckled and sat up, ruffling her hair messily while she asked if he could take them to a specific breakfast spot deep into the city. 

A spot that has thick, milk bread with coconut-pandan jam sprinkled with tiny bits of sea salt and other unique delicacies. 

Even though he's exhausted, he gets up and gets ready anyway. Not only because of Seora, but because he can finally get a taste of that fig sesame and honey danish and grab a bag of those milk bread dinner rolls for him and Seora to indulge in.

It's too bad he had just missed you leaving the same spot. 

Monday mornings are usually a drag, especially coming from a much-needed, good, relaxing weekend. But today, you're powered up on coffee and making sure you have your things [and yourself] ready for your meeting with Yunho. You're not sure why you're nervous; perhaps, it goes back to you feeling lost and confused about different aspects of this project. You don't know much about the IT and clinical informatics side, and you don't wanna come off as dumb, clueless.

Especially in front of him.

You're just hoping for the best, and you've sat yourself in the booked conference room to go through old emails, old messages, to get yourself up to speed. You do remember being looped into certain threads, but not paying any attention to it because it didn't particularly concern you at the time— which, is a good thing you did because you definitely would not have known there were specifics about the ordering system that the higher-ups had already asked for and that they were already working on the build. You can ask Yunho where things are at from that point.

That’ll be a good start.

As you continue to busily type away for other aspects of the project and personal tasks, you almost miss the figure that passes by and walks into the room.

"Woah, you're here early. Why?" Your eyes slightly widen at Yunho's tall figure strolling in with a cup or coffee in his hand.

"Because I wanted to be early, but apparently you're earlier." He smirks, plopping down next to you. "Working hard already? Goodmorning, by the way.”

"Sorry, goodmorning.” You scrunch your nose a bit, embarrassed at how you greeted him. “I just.. don't wanna sound dumb in front of you so I've been getting all my notes together." He chuckles.

"Never? No question or thought is dumb, Y/N. I don't expect you to know everything about our team. It's complicated."

"Still, I wanna be prepared."

"You are." He reassures you and it instantly comforts you.

"Are you gonna sit there?" He looks at you with a brow cocked up.

"Yeah, why? Do you want me to sit across from you?"

"No, I'm just asking since it's us two. I wasn't sure if you'd be comfortable that way." You chuckle.

"Oh, sorry. I hope you don't mind. I invited Taehyun and Jihoon from my team. I thought they could come to meetings in case I'm not around for whatever reason." He shrugs. "Plus, it just helps me to have extra heads involved in case I needa delegate."

"Makes sense, I don't mind. The more the merrier."

"Is it okay to still sit here?" He smiles and you nod.

"Sure." You laugh. There's a small silence that falls between the two of you while you both type away, along with Yunho's Slack notifications going off. But, none of it feels uncomfortable.

"So, how was your weekend with your parents?"

"Good! I just tagged along and ran errands with them. Picked up some meds, groceries. They finally got a new couch for the living room, too."

"Your mom has been talking about getting a new couch for awhile."

"She's definitely happy now." You look at him. "You know, I.. did not know you were the neighbor my mom had been talking about."

"Good things, I hope?"

"Oh yeah, my parents love you and your daughter." You look at him.

"They're great. They take care of us a lot, and I appreciate it. Especially on days when I can't be home right away. Your mom looks after my little-but-not-so-little one." You give him a tiny smile. "I— how come you don't swing by often? If you don't mind me asking."

"Just busy, honestly. My brother, too. He's younger. We get caught up with work and plans."

"Your parents talk about you two a lot. They adore you both and they always hope you'll come by more often."

"I know." You look down at your laptop. "We just suck at slipping in time for them, I'm gonna admit. And it's just.." You pause, not wanting to dump your life story and feelings on Yunho on a Monday morning. He looks at you with a hint of concern in his eyes, but you brush it off. "Anyway, we're trying. We know we needa do better." He smiles a bit. "My brother and I have talked about it and have come up with a plan so that we're slotting in time for them."

"That's all that matters. Are you and your brother close?"

"Very, yes. If you're around next weekend, you might get to meet him because we'll be swinging by together."

"Hm." Yunho hums. "My daughter has a basketball game and it's about an hour out. We might be gone by then, but if you and your brother are around when we get back, I'll gladly stop by to say hi."

"Sounds good. How was your weekend?" You ask and Yunho lets out a small chuckle at the way you try to fill in the silence while waiting for Taehyun and Jihoon.

"Busy. I, uh, hung out with a friend on Friday." He clears his throat. "Then took my daughter and her friends out on Saturday. When I saw you.. that's where we were going."

"Aw cute. Where did you guys go?"

"Well, I picked up one of my bestfriends and we took them to the Samsung Star Mall."

"That's a big mall. Sounds like you were there all day."

"Damn near, yeah. Then, grabbed some takeout, let the girls pick up their things from their homes and headed back to the house. They were yelling and singing like crazy after dinner." You laugh.

"That's very cute." He does a slight head tilt.

"Anything for my daughter." His eyes are glued onto his screen.

"What's her name?"

"Seora."

"That's a beautiful name." He gives you a small toothless smile.

"It is, isn't it?" You nod.

"What'd you do on Sunday? I assume you were able to sleep in since the girls must've been tired."

"Kinda, but Seora ended up waking me and asking if I could bring them to a café for breakfast. They were so excited about it."

"Which?"

"We went to Morning Toast." You gasp and look at him.

"That morning? What time?"

"Like 11?"

"I had literally just left right before it hit 11!"

"Really? That's too bad. It would've been nice to see you." He chuckles a bit, and it makes the heat rise to your cheeks. "Though, I had temporarily adopted like, 2 extra daughters so it was a little crazy. I might've looked a little out of it." He thinks for a minute. "Maybe it was best you didn't see me at that moment." 

"What do you mean? I'm sure it would've been fine if we did run into each other. I'm positive you probably didn't even look that way."

"How could you be so sure, hm?" He teases lightly before chuckling. "I've had pre-teens singing at the top of their lungs at the house and in the car all weekend. Pretty sure your parents probably heard them next door." You laugh.

"Sounds like your house is the place to be. Maybe I'll have to inquire about a quote for hosting my birthday there." 

"I just need about 3 months advance notice." You look at him and shake your head, giggling. At this point, his team lead, Taehyun, walks in with a smile on his face though it's obvious he's a bit stressed and has been running around.

"Hi! Sorry! Was caught up with a ticket." He rushes in, slightly out of breath and frazzled. Behind him is another team member that you haven't met yet. He meets your eyes and gives you a tiny bow with a small smile, slipping into the seat next to Taehyun in front of you.

"Hey, I'm Jihoon." He sits. "Sorry I couldn't make it to the meeting last week. Was tied up with some urgent issues."

"Oh, no worries! It's nice to meet you. I'm Y/N. I'm one of the project managers, mainly supporting the pediatrics unit."

"Good to meet you, too." Jihoon smiles. "It's nice to get some communication from the peds side."

"Yeah, I feel the same." You chuckle. "So, I saw that the build was already in the process." They all nod.

"It sure is. But, I thought it'd be good to give you a brief introduction to both of the IT and clinical informatics team just so you know how we interact." Yunho connects his laptop to the TV, causing you to turn your attention towards the screen. "Is that okay?"

"No, please. I'd love that. Take the floor." He smiles before running his finger down his bottom lip and beginning his presentation. He starts off by re-introducing the three of them before going through the names of his other direct reports. The next bits of his presentation explaining the core tasks his team is responsible for and the differences with the clinical informatics team. He goes through the key people in that team and you find yourself typing away while glancing at the screen every now and then. You find his explanation incredibly detailed but simple enough for you to understand. It's super helpful, and you feel like you've definitely learned a lot from the meeting alone. This was the one area you weren't entirely familiar with, and it was nice that the three were open to answering your questions and clarifying anything that might've seemed confusing. You also learned that they've gotten a good amount of the planning and groundwork done for the main hospital unit. Now, they can focus a lot of their efforts towards the pediatric unit.

At the end of the meeting, Yunho gives you the floor to ask any more questions. You take the opportunity to clarify last minute things that come up before you're satisfied enough to finish up.

"So, let's plan on meeting with the full group next week. Then from there on, biweekly meetings? I'm sure the group won't be opposed unless there's absolutely no updates to provide in that time frame. We can always cancel if needed."

"Good with me, boss lady." Yunho says, giving you a small smile.

"Not even." You chuckle, typing up the last of your notes. "I'm just trying to coordinate and make sure things run smoothly."

"Which is a shit ton since you're overseeing the entire project." Jihoon laughs.

"Yeah. You're spearheading the whole thing and without you, it'd probably be a mess." Taehyun chuckles a bit. "We don't really communicate with the pediatric hospital much, so it's nice to have a bridge." You nod.

"I agree."

"Definitely boss lady if you ask me." Yunho looks at you, causing you to shy away for a moment. 

"Maybe you and I can set up weekly meetings to update each other?" You look at Yunho, then Taehyun and Jihoon. "Or Taehyun, Jihoon—"

"Yunho is probably the best. He's everywhere. He knows everything." Taehyun chimes in quick. At first, Jihoon and Yunho are confused even though, it's definitely the right answer and they'll always defer to their manager in these situations— not because they don't think they can handle it or relay the proper information, but because it just makes them feel more comfortable doing so. Jihoon cocks a brow up before Taehyun meets his gaze and gives him a look that tells him he should play along and go with it.

"O-Oh, right. I agree." Jihoon stumbles on his words a bit before returning his full attention to you. "Yunho can answer all your questions without issue."

"Yeeeeah." Yunho says, slightly furrowing his brows at them before looking down at you. "Let's just keep it between us? If I really can't make it, I'll just email you with some notes or something."

"Okay." You chuckle, making a note to coordinate calendars with Yunho later and set a reoccurring invite. "I'll message you later about some good days and times. See if we have any matches."

"Cool."

"Well, thanks guys!" You smile at them brightly. "I really appreciate your time and for thoroughly walking me through everything."

"Of course." They all say in their own way as you shut your laptop and stand.

"We're gonna debrief in here for the remaining minutes before the next meeting comes in." You nod.

"See you next week? Feel free to email or slack me if anything comes up."

"You too." You wave at them before walking out of the room and shutting the door, finally feeling like you can breathe comfortably again. You speed off to your desk once you’re out of view, hoping to see Noeul and Sian at some point to talk about the meeting.

Meanwhile, Yunho watches as you leave— his eyes trailing your figure until you're no longer in view down the hallway, and Jihoon is snorting while typing away.

“Debrief time!” Taehyun says.

"Soooo." He finally breaks the silence post-laugh in a sing-song tone. "How'd your thing with Ara go?"

"Uh." Yunho laughs a bit and they both look at him confused. "No, it was fine. It's just.. I don't know? I don't think I feel anything for her to be quite honest."

"Well, first of all. What do you mean you don't know? What did you guys end up doing? How did we get to this point?" Taehyun asks, making Yunho do another head tilt.

"Tough crowd. Too many technical questions." They laugh. "We just had ramen at the new restaurant and then we hung out at her place." They both pause and look over their screens to meet his eyes.

"What happened to 'we're just gonna do a harmless dinner and call it a night?'"

"For the most part, it was."

"What about the other part that wasn't?"

"We ended up making out and then.. I stopped it." Yunho says calmly, which is confusing Taehyun and Jihoon.

"Oh shit." Jihoon looks at Yunho with an amused expression. "What?! You didn't feel anything for her?"

"I— no, not really."

"Damn." Jihoon ticks his head to the side.

"What'd she say when you stopped it?"

"She understood where I was coming from, I think? I tried to lay it down gently and I told her I didn't wanna do that to her. I thought we were good as friends, and she deserves someone that is sure of their feelings."

"That's good."

"Yeah. Well. I hope so? I hope it didn't ruin our friendship."

"I'm sure it'll be fine. She might need some space for a bit, but I'm sure it'll be okay. I know she appreciated it."

"Yeah." Yunho looks at them. "Anyway, back to the main discussion.” He laughs a bit. “I think we have our work cut out for us. We should continue to stay on top of those tickets and try not to let them pile up, but we should also prioritize securing the network for this unit. Making sure there's no roadblocks. I'll keep up with the clinical informatics team to keep mapping out the ordering system." The two ahead of him nod simultaneously. "Feel free to delegate things on your plate to other team members if you don't have the capacity to take them on right now."

"Got it, boss." Jihoon adds.

"You know, if I may say so." Jihoon and Yunho look at him, confused. "Y/N's pretty." Taehyun smirks.

“Oh, here he goes.”

"She's also really nice." Jihoon laughs, knowing exactly where this is going. "Seems like you two get along easily."

"I didn't know our team doubled up as a matchmaking service."

"Only for you." Jihoon snorts at Taehyun's remark.

"So, that's what the whole thing was about."

"What whole thing?" Taehyun acts dumb.

"Having her set up those meetings with me only. Even though the both of you have covered in the past.”

"I mean, it's only right." Taehyun smiles. "Besides, you can learn a lot about each other, too."

"Uh huh." Yunho looks at them before shutting his laptop. "We'll see how it goes."

"You agree though, right?"

"About what?"

"About Y/N?" Taehyun and Jihoon follow Yunho's lead as he stands and stretches, grabbing his laptop to prepare heading out back to their office.

"And if I say yes?"

"Then remember to thank me in the end when it all works out." Yunho laughs.

"Can't get anything past you two either, I see."

"Did Seora know about the date?"

"No, but I also think she has inkling because Hwa's dumbass let it slip." They laugh. "I called it a team dinner and he somehow let 'date' slip at some point during his stay with her."

"Ah, but I'm sure she'd be fine with it."

"I don't know. She's hard to read. We talked a bit about it this weekend but even as her dad, I can't really gauge what she means or how she feels."

⇢FLASHBACK

"Daddy." Yunho looks at Seora as they make their way home from dropping off her friends. Her voice is low, and it's obvious she's tired from her weekend but content. 

"Mhm?"

"Thank you for letting my friends spend the weekend with me."

"Course, baby girl." He chuckles. "I'm glad you had fun."

"I did." Her voice is a bit raspy from all the yelling and singing they did all weekend. "It was so much fun. And I got so many cute things this weekend."

"You're welcome." Yunho teases.

"Thank you." She laughs. "You're the best."

"Mm." He hums. "I try to be."

"Can I ask you something?"

"Shoot." There's a pause, and Seora is fiddling with the ends of her hair.

"Nevermind." She says close to a whisper.

"Ace." He turns to her at a green light.

"I just don't know how to ask. But, it isn't anything super important anyway. Let’s forget it—”

"No. You opened the door. Remember what I said about keeping an open communication between us?"

"Mhm." She hums. "Well..” She nervously fiddles with her fingers now. “I just wanna know if Uncle Hwa was right? Did you go on a date?"

"Hm, well. I went out to dinner with a friend. That's all."

"Do you like your friend?"

"No. We're really just friends." Pause. "Besides. I know you wouldn't be happy, right?" He chuckles a bit to make it a little light-hearted joke, but there's a genuine curiosity behind his question. He hasn't talked to his daughter about this, and he's a little surprised she even brought it up. But, maybe she too, had been curious.

"I mean." She sighs. "Uncle Hwa told me to keep an open mind about it."

"He did now? But, how do you really feel, Seora?"

"Of course I’d want you to be happy. It'll just be different, though. It's always been us two and we haven't really had anyone like that around besides mom. I can’t really see it right now.”

"I know." Yunho responds quietly. 

"I want you to be happy, though. Just saying it’ll be weird if that ever happens. Might take time, I guess.” She looks at him sadly. “You won’t replace me or mom, right?”

“Never.” Yunho’s heart sinks. "When and if that time comes, I'll always prioritize you no matter what." She smiles. "Okay? None of that.”

"Okay." She giggles a bit when her dad reaches over to gently massage the top of her head. 

"Now, can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"Do you miss mom?" He asks.

"Yeah. I do. I think about her sometimes, but it's hard when I don't have many memories with her."

"I know, I'm sorry. I wish you had more time with her."

"I do, too. At least I got some time with her." Yunho nibbles on his bottom lip when he feels her response hit him in the gut. Right now, he knows he's not ready to talk more about Eunha. He knows he can't handle it. He already feels himself internally panicking, the anxiety rising. So, he pivots.

He pivots because he just can't.

"Yeah, well. We have each other now and that's all that matters. You're stuck with your dad. Sorry ‘bout it.”

"Stop it." She laughs.

"Promise me you'll keep talking to me if you ever feel sad or alone, hm? Don't ever think you can't talk to me about these things, ace."

"I know. You never make me feel that way."

"Good."

"Love you."

"Love you, too." She smiles and leans her head back against the head rest. "I have one more favor to ask before the weekend ends."

"And what's that?"

"Can we have our own little slumber party in the living room tonight?"

"As long as you promise to shut off the TV at a reasonable time since you have school tomorrow."

"Promise." She puts up her pinky. "Pinky promise." Yunho multitasks and wraps his finger around hers.

"Let's do it."

⇢END

"It'll all work out how it should, don't worry, boss. It ain't gonna be like this forever." Jihoon adds as they finally make their way back to their office area.

"Thanks. And thanks for joining the meeting today."

"All good!" Yunho gives them one last smile before slipping into his office and settling down. He has a few more meetings and other tasks to tend to in a bit, but his first priority shifts when he sees a slack notification from you. He instantly pulls up the app on his desktop after connecting his laptop to the monitor, a small smile forming on his face when he sees your message.

you: should we just do mondays at 10am to keep things simple? i mean.. totally get if you don't wanna see me bright and early on a monday, we can check other days. 😊

yunho: no, mondays at 10am are perfect.

yunho: & don't say that. 🫤 it'll be nice to see you on monday mornings. 

yunho: usually it's chaos or everyone's dead from the weekend. no in between.

yunho: you'll be the nice balance!

you: uh huh. just remember you said this, not me. 🫡 i’ll send an invite!

yunho: all good, i'll take full responsibility for it. haha. thank you!

"I'm gonna call it right now. You and Yunho are gonna get close and it'll be the start of something new." You shrug while Noeul reads the messages over your shoulder.

"I mean, whatever happens, happens. I won't be opposed to it. He's cute and super nice." You poke your bottom lip out.

"And your parents literally love him and his daughter to death already. It's a match-made in heaven."

"Well, no. I wouldn't say that." You look at Noeul. "Besides, I don't even know if he's single. Before the weekend rolled around, I saw him getting all smiley and smitten with one of the nurses at the hospital. I think they went out together."

"Ah, you never know! Just keep your options open, but definitely don't shut him out if he's dropping little hints. Get to know him more, see what he dishes out. If he's taken, then you've earned another friend and it could blossom into a great friendship. No loss there!" Noeul crosses her arms and smirks. "If not, then please make sure you enjoy yourself."

"Sometimes, I really hate when you and Sian are right. Makes me feel—"

Ding.

Your phone goes off at the corner of your desk with a new notification. You lean over to grab your phone and check, your eyes widening in the process:

yunou._.u started following you.

"Oh bitch, he is definitely single." You and Noeul quickly skim his page before you shake your head and plop your phone down.

"Stop it! You never know."

"That man barely has posts!" Noeul picks up your phone again and plugs in the code. "Look! Pics of his surroundings. His daughter. Him and his friends. That's it!"

"You're impossible."

"You are! You just won't accept the fact that an extremely hot dilf could be coming your way and I don't know why!"

"Don't say that!" You quickly look around. "Can you keep it down?!"

"I oughta smack you upside the head for that!"

"Go away, don't you have another meeting in like, 10 minutes?" Noeul looks at her phone and it's her turn to be surprised.

"Oh shit, more like 5 now. I gotta go and hop on this call." Noeul begins to rush away, but she turns back towards you again. "You better follow him back, Y/N!"

"I am! Go!" You wave her off and she turns halfway to finally head back down to her office— barely making it in 5. You look at your phone once more before giving it a few minutes, letting the notification settle before deciding enough time has passed since Yunho followed you.

You didn't wanna be too quick, right?

But, when the notification comes back on Yunho's phone saying that you've followed him back, he can't help but smile. The notification puts him in a good mood, enough for him to figure out his next plan on how to get to know you better.

He'll settle for a simple like on your latest photo. Maybe, the next one, too.

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[dragonsneakers]

Donnie and Leo your honor

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This is a chapter for the fic I'm working on, you don't really need the rest for context but check it out if you want to

read on ao3!

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Donnie wakes up before Leo. Weird way to start the morning but he’ll survive. Maybe. They had a twin sleepover last night, part of the help Leo plan that’s getting increasingly more complicated. More than it had been to get him through weeks of bedridden fever induced injuries and escape attempts, the physical therapy and the knee brace he still has to wear sometimes. When old wounds act up in new and unforeseen ways. 

Leo had been hugging his arms last night, well, more like all of yesterday. Shrinking. It always rubs Donnie the wrong way to see Leo in obvious distress. No matter how subtle his twin thinks he is. Puns and one liners and smug smiles. 

Tired eyes.

So Donnie initiated a sleepover. A genius move on his part, but let’s be honest, when are his moves not genius? And Leo had fallen asleep! Absolutely insane! The group chat had heard all about it, as well as seen, with the candid photo of Leo clutching Donnie’s hoodie covered arm and leaning on his shoulder. Donnie loves this new picture.

Now, in the quiet of dawn (probably, down in the sewers they never really know when the sun is rising, earth tilt and all that. Scratch that Donnie does know because he knows everything–) Donnie watches Leo breathe evenly, knows he’s asleep because his features are relaxed to a point that he hasn’t been able to fake. No mask for peace quite yet. Hopefully one never appears. 

See Donnie has another plan. A sub plan to the main plan. A side quest if you will. He’s been researching and cooking this one up ever since April pulled him aside and explained Leo’s anxiety to the rest of the family, in her patented I’m keeping it together because I’m April O’Neil voice. They brainstormed how to fix that. 

Hmm. Not really something that can be fixed usually. Well. Perhaps for anyone but Hamato Donatello. Sixteen year old brilliant scientist and protector of brothers. Especially younger twin’s who need some extra looking-out-for.

Donnie pulls up the spreadsheet with a flicker of familiar ninpo. The light hits Leo gently and he wiggles, hugging Donnie’s pillow. Thief. The things Donnie would do for this guy. 

Leo does wake up pretty quickly after that though, burying his face in the covers and taking a deep, deep breath. A habit picked up over the years. Always comes with waking up for the slider. Donnie wonders if it’s part of the anxiety. If they could circumvent the morning nausea with breathing. Leo doesn’t seem to think so; his face scrunches up and he sits up, looking for Donnie. 

“I have a list,” Donnie starts.

Leo, half awake and shaking off a weirdly, deep, peaceful sleep, hits his twin with an insincere deadpan and rubs his eyes.

“Why, D.”

“I like lists.”

“I mean yeah. I know. Why bring it up right this second though?” He yawns hugely and shuffles out of the blankets to press his shoulder against Donnie’s. Donnie, in return, nudges against him and bonks their heads together sideways.

“It’s for you.”

“...Nice.” And Donnie genuinely can’t tell if that was sarcasm or not.

First though, the original plan, the one before all the moving pieces got involved. Because it has been proven several times over and Donnie is a man of science. And Donnie’s not a softie for his family even a little bit. This is for science.

So the softshell stands up, dislodging Leo and sweeping around to grab his twin. Starting the morning hug while Leo’s not awake from insomnia or even fully comprehending the day. Nailing this day. That’s Donnie’s side quest. Pull this off. Joy and whimsy and Leo’s happy little smile, the one that crawls on his face and squishes it. Micheal would be so proud of this moment. Donnie wouldn’t be surprised if he’s watching somehow. 

Picking Leo up off the bed, Donnie hugs him fully, a good touch day and glad to have it. Leo’s warm from the blankets and shaking off the settle of sleep. He wraps his arms around Donnie and rests his head on his shoulder. They share space, as twins do. Donnie makes sure to feel all the contentedness he possibly can. Tries to pass it through the little winding paths in their minds. Where the ninpo lives and the twins share a sky. Brewing storms, lighting and wind.

“What’s on the list?” Leo mumbles, fingers tap-tap-tapping at Donnie’s leathery soft shell.

“I’m so glad you asked, dearest ‘Nardo.” 

…

“What’s this for again?” Leo asks, chewing his breakfast burrito. Mikey looks up curiously from where he has his nose buried in a new facebook recipe, fingers clenched around the industrial strength case. 

“What’s what for?” 

“The list.” Ominous.

“What list?”

“The list of crimes I’m turning you over to the police for,” Leo says seriously, setting his burrito down and sneaking over to Mikey. Donnie raises an eyebrow. “Number one,” and Leo grabs Mikey and nuzzles his cheek while the box turtle squeals and tries to scramble away, “being too gosh darn adorable!” Leo has his voice pitched up to be so saccharine it loops into teasing.

“Knock it off, Leo! I’d go to jail for a much cooler crime!” Mikey grumbles, hugging the slider even through his indignation. 

“Like what?”

“Murder!”

“Hell yes ‘Angelo,” Donnie says, raising his coffee mug like a toast. The younger two continue to squabble as Raph looks on fondly. Though his hero mindset might be concerned. Mind Raph debating on how much trouble the tide pod duo could reasonably cause.

“We don’t kill people,” the eldest says seriously. Smiling. Donnie pretends to pout, matching Leo and Mikey who turn big eyes at their brother. “We do NOT,” Raph repeats, sweating. He taps his fingers together nervously. “We haven’t?”

Donnie shares a very pointed look with Leo. 

Mikey grins like a shark at Raph.

“There’s no way,” he says, trying to convince himself more than state fact Donnie assumes. 

“Guess we’ll never know, Raphie,” Mikey says sweetly. Leo cackles from his perch on the counter, back to his breakfast, cheeks full like a chipmunk. Ew.

Raph grumbles something about brother nonsense and the twins corrupting Mikey. Donnie chuckles to himself (read; says “chuckles” aloud. To himself.) because Mikey couldn’t possibly be corrupted. Sweetest force of nature on the planet. Like a hurricane of sunshine and sparkles. Still capable of destruction.

The twins had no part of that. It’s just how Mikey is.

“Seriously though, Leo, what’s the list?” Mikey asks again, saying it like it’s a mysterious object found on a quest. This will come in handy later. Leo tilts his head and drums his fingers on the counter. Can’t sit still.

“I told you! Criminal!” Oddly shy about it?

Donnie opens his mouth to explain but Leo whips toward him with such a vulnerable, pleading look that the softshell takes physical damage, ducking into his mug. Ok. The list is secret then. Help has to be subtle. Donnie knew this. They all do. Part of Leo is his infallibility. Gotta protect that or he’ll feel like he has nothing left. Sure. Donnie can keep it a secret. Anything for his twin after all.

Mikey side eyes Leo but must decide it’s not worth it, leaning into the joke once again instead.

“Your silly list won’t convict me of anything, the jury won’t survive this baby face!” Cue anime shiny eyes and Raph’s knee jerk reaction to coo. 

“To answer your original question, ‘Nardo, this–” Donnie gestures at the kitchen. Nine am. Breakfast. Family. Etc etc. “--is integral to the function of the list. The whole point one might say.”

“I’m confused.”

“Shocker.” Donnie raises a perfect brow when Leo sticks his tongue out. Because he’s more mature than the slider obviously. Okay maybe he also sticks his tongue out, mocking his twin. But you can’t prove that, and you didn’t see. So there.

“Shocker,” Leo repeats, in a nerd voice, laughing through it. “I’m Donnie and I’m omnipotent.” He pulls the hand dance move that Raph ALSO does when he mocks the genius. Donnie is unappreciated in this family. He should’ve pursued world domination instead. Made Shelldon in charge or something.

Still, he can’t resist. 

“I’m Leo and I cried during Sonic 3,” he says, using the betrayed theater kid voice both twins mastered in a blanket fort years and years ago.

“You did too!” He did not.

“I did not!”

“If y’all don’t stop right this instant Raph will noogie you into next week.” Both twins squeak but Leo’s is obviously more embarrassing, backing away from the snapping turtle as he assumes an attack stance.

“If you three fight in my flawless kitchen I’ll GET YOU,” Mikey adds sweetly, hopping on the counter next to Leo, who turns wide eyes to his baby brother and then flicks them at Donnie. Like: help me! He’s going to GET me! A fate worse than death of course. And not one Donnie would like to tempt at this moment.

They have more list to get to anyways. Secret tasks. Side quests. 

Exciting!

“Come along, dearest twin, we have a day to have,” he states, already slinking out of the kitchen. Leo mutters “a day to have what kinda goofy ah phrasing is that” while he slides off the counter.

“Twin day! Twin day!”

Raph begins his going out speech at the , “Please don’t get arrested or killed or commit crimes or harass billionaires again or become local legends or cripids or commit arson especially or prank April’s mom or tie high school kids shoes together or enroll in shady theater troops or do donuts in parking lots or drift through wizard con or drink more than ONE energy drink or–”

“Cheese and crackers, Raph that’s like our whole day!” Leo cries in delight, smiling so hard it must hurt. Not fake though. Not a mask. Unbearably fond. “That was everything Donnie planned, all gone, put to waste! However shall we entertain ourselves.”

“Yeah, alright, Leon.” Raph comes over and noogies the slider. “I’m serious though. Stop harassing billionaires. They’re not smart enough to react in a mature way.” At Leo’s unwavering smile Raph sighs in defeat. “Minimal harassment!”

But Leo’s already caught Donnie in the doorway and swung around it.

“No promises!” And then he cackles madly down the hallway, rushing to his room to pull on his sonadow hoodie most likely. Or one of Donnie’s that he swears just mysteriously ended up in his laundry and he didn’t steal, promise D!

“I’d go gray if I had any hair,” Raph says, settling at the table with a third burrito. Unbothered. He faces Donnie, still leaning in the doorway like a cool unemotional bad boy. “You got him today?”

“Without fail, brother. I bid thee adieu.” And he saunters away. Off to grab a hoodie of his own. Today feels like a Hatsune Miku day. “‘Michelangelo.”

“Donatello.”

“Thank you for breakfast.”

“Aw of course, Dee!”

…

It’s warm and chilly out. The sun providing direct protection from the bristling wind that’s whipping through the city. Donnie feels refreshed. It’s refreshing. 

The twins jump roofs, laughing and tripping each other, Leo cheating with portals and Donnie cheating with heat seeking missiles. They chase each other and soak up the sun. Leo almost eats it over the edge of a building, caught up in the fun and Donnie has an arm out to catch him, to grab his arm and drag him to safety and chide him for being careless. But Leo rights himself with ease, breathing it off with a giggle. Completely unphased. Usually so afraid of heights. One of the many things the Hamato household watches out for, for Leo. Roofs and ledges and free falls that aren’t fun anymore, alone in the middle of the night, woken up from nightmares. They take care of him. Watch a little closer than two years ago. 

Donnie likes to believe he’s always been watching. Looking out for his twin. It’s his job after all. A give and take. Leo looks out for him in return. Equals. Twins.

He shakes off the emptied gun of fear. Turns the matching easy smile to Leo. And they jump the gap together. Breathless on the rooftop of the building they claimed as a secret hideout years ago. It’s an apartment with a stuck lock the landlord refuses to fix and the attendants don’t care about. So the hideout has a hidden cooler with more than one energy drink haha take that Raph and a thick outdoor blanket for stargazing or people watching or general chaos. 

Leo cracks an Alani and sips it carefully, hiding his fingers in his hoodie as a breath of cold air sweeps through. Hm. Maybe it’s a little cold out. Oh well. The sun feels nice. And the turtle in him demands Donnie lay and enjoy it.

This morning, he’d shown Leo the list, knowing that his beloved twin would read into it but not quite reach the underhanded care. Levels of deception in this family. 

It simply reads:

-Breakfast

-Fresh air

-Sunshine

-Clean room

-Video games

“So a to do list?” Leo asked, squinting at it. The purple Ninpo reflecting like a cat in his eyes. Creature eyes. Donnie had never thought about that before. How their eyes suck up light like a fellow animal. Something to test he supposed. Exciting! He filed that away for later.

“In a way.”

“You made ME a to do list?” The honest confusion had pleased Donnie at the time. Pulled one over on the strategist. Nice.

“Well. Yes you. And also me. This is what we’re doing for our twin day.”

Leo had shot him an incredibly happy look. Smiling, smiling, smiling. 

“Really? We’re having a twin day?”

“Why of course! I simply went ahead and planned the itinerary.”

Leo looked at the list again, analyzing. He frowned for half a second, trying to figure it out. But Donnie had honestly prepared to hangout with him. The deception came with trying to get rid of the anxious explosion without bringing it up. Or talking about it at a later date. Leo talked plenty with April, and he’d get more talks about it eventually. However Donnie had a hypothesis to test. And that involved Leo’s clinical eyes not finding anything. And he didn’t. Score, excellent, round of applause.

“Cool. I like it. Even if it’s weird.”

“Why’s it weird.”

“Because you made it, ‘Tello. And you’re weird.”

“YOU’RE weird.”

“Nuh uh.”

“Yuh huh.”

“Nuh uh.”

“Yuh huh. And also. I cast fireball!”

And then they beat each other up (affectionate).

“Pass me a good one,” Donnie says, dismissing his Ninpo. Leo tosses the stardust flavor, threatening to shake it while Donnie extends his neck menacingly, raising his eyebrows higher and higher until Leo laughs.

“You like the worst one,” he says.

“Not everything has to be blue to be good, Leo.”

“Um yes? All blue things are just automatically better. Especially better than purple things. I don’t make the rules. It was the universe. Or Gram-gram probably. Yeah. Yes. Of course. She decided.”

Donnie snorts. “She most certainly didn’t. Purple is the superior color. Always has been. THAT, is scientific fact. Ask any scientist. I know them all.”

Leo rolls onto his front, turning the energy drink around and around in his hands. “It must be hard being wrong all the time. I can’t even imagine.” With the shit eating grin. The I’m starting something, are you in?

ALRIGHT.

Properly insulted, Donnie summons a bazooka and takes aim while Leo cackles like the menace he is, rolling around and snort laughing. Donnie fires. Leo sputters as he’s covered in mystic glitter. Completely purple. He looks at Donnie. Donnie looks at Leo.

They explode with laughter, high and annoying, obnoxious like teenagers should be. A little hysterical, like twins should be. Leo tackles Donnie in a hug and hopelessly spreads the glitter, now the genius could dismiss it, Ninpo after all. But this is so much funnier; squeezing a hug into his chilled twin, drawing stars into the glitter on his hoodie covered shell. Morse code.

Love you.

“Love you too, ‘Tello!” Leo exclaims brightly.

He tries to escape, but Donnie abruptly misses his twin for no reason. A pang of minutes spent alone. Only a few. It felt like forever. He hugs Leo tighter. Dismisses the glitter finally and taps the morse code message again.

This feels like forever too.

“Lemme goooooo,” Leo whines, unserious. Warm in the hug.

“Timber,” Donnie states flatly, and falls over.

Leo giggles. 

They lay in the sun.

“Tello.”

“Nardo.”

“I’m cold.”

“Massive L.”

“Wow okay.”

But Donnie’s already getting up, closing the cooler, tugging at the blanket Leo continues to lay on. He rolls like a mouse off of it. Donnie folds it perfectly and Leo takes their empty cans.

“Who should we portal them to?” He kicks on the wickedest grin, devious, devious twin of Donnie’s.

“Someone truly evil.”

“I’m so all over it,” Leo says, he swings one katana above his head, “Hachiiiiii maaaaachiii—” and a spinning portal appears, he disrespectfully chucks the empty cans into it and is met with a yelp. The twins high five and Leo snaps the portal shut. They high five again for good measure. To ensure it echoes over the city. Maybe interrupts traffic. 

“Portal home or run?” Leo asks, with his easy smile.

Donnie clocks his shit. His job after all. Leo’s shaking, cold, like he said. What an impressive admittance from the bottled up slider. Donnie feels a spark of pride for how hard Leo’s trying. How hard he always tries. He clocks Leo’s weight shift to one side. Idiot not wearing his knee brace. 

A stronger breeze whips through and both turtles shiver.

Yeah they’re portalling.

“Let’s portal. I’m hungry anyways, the faster we get snacks the better,” Donnie says.

“Of course of course. Where would we be if you were hungry?”

“Dead. Chop chop.”

“Lmao.”

Stepping through the portal comes as easy as breathing. Donnie has full trust in Leo. Always has. They appear in the kitchen, sadly not startling Mikey who’s busy whisking dry ingredients for something or other. He simply nods in their direction and wiggles to his music. 

“ ‘Clean room’, D?”

“Yes.”

Mikey tilts his head, realizes he doesn’t care about keeping up with their conversation, and jumps on the counter to grab the liquid measuring cup. 

“Yours or mine though.”

“Yours.”

Leo makes a face. Like he ate a lemon on a dare (not that Donnie would know).

“K.”

Hm.

Leo starts pulling out sandwich supplies. Salami and cheese from the fridge, bread from the cupboards, a cutting board and plates. He bumps hips with Mikey, trying to distract the box turtle who grumbles and scoots aside so Leo can grab a butter knife.

Materials acquired, the twins make camp at the table. Leo sits on top of it. Donnie retrieves cups and juice.

Donnie wonders how Leo feels. He seems content. Happy. Shouldn’t be a mask; Leo got kind of bad at using them after the invasion, little bits of stage play attempts falling to pieces. He cried a lot in the med bay. Shared a lot of things Donnie would’ve thought he’d take to his grave. Well, things he almost did. Maybe that’s why. 

Lots of apologies in the med bay too. Mumbled under anesthesia and slurry with exhaustion. The whole family hated it. Hates it now when Leo apologizes for nothing. 

They eat their sandwiches and drink their juice. Donnie wonders how Leo feels. He wonders. Could guess. Wouldn’t hurt. Not going to ask though. Leo’s got the easiest smile on, offering his wind whipped cheeks to Mikey to match grins with the baby brother. Mikey tells the twins he loves them. He loves them.

Donnie matches his younger brothers. 

As all consuming as the invasion had been, this crystallizes as more important. They can move on from anything else. 

“Let’s go clean your room, Leo,” he says.

“Ughhhhh, do we have to??”

“Yup! It’s on the list. Gotta follow the list.”

“How could I forget. The world could end again if the list goes incomplete.” 

“You get it.”

Leo sighs again. Interesting.

“Well let’s go.”

“I got your dishes guys,” Mikey says, already filling the sink with his baking supplies and dumping soap. “But you owe me ice cream–okayitsadealbyebye!!”

“Yeah,” Leo says, glancing at Mikey snickering to himself, “Let’s go.”

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[abey-baby-apologist]

clone high final episode spoilers below! (9 n 10)

holy fuck im so happy. even though im super annoyed how they keep throwing a bunch of really good ideas for relationships and plot in the trash- im just so happy with what we got. 

OK FIRST EPISODE 9??? THE ANIMATION WAS SO FUCKING GOOD AND I HAD TO PAUSE BECAUSE WHEN WESLEY WAS FLAILING IN THE SEA, IT WAS DAMN smooth and pleasant to watch, as morbid as it sounds lol. that whole scene with the comic-esque vibe was so so pleasing. 

and that whole episode was super like, sad but funny. i literally stood up and yelled when Mr. B was getting near the edge. like i probably woke up every single one of my neighbors in like.. a 50 mile radius it was that bad im so fucking annoying about this show. 

BUT THEN SCUDS SAVED HIM AND I WAS SO HAPPY, LIKE THEYRE LITERALLY AN OLD COUPLE, AND LITERALLY THEY’RE FATHERS TO THEIR CLONE KIDS AND THEYRE ALL SUCH A BIG HAPPY FAMILY AND AUGHHHH im gonna draw family stuff with them so bad. I WISH THESE EPISODES CAME OUT BEFORE FATHERS DAY IT WOULD’VE BEEN PERFECT. 

ok, episode 10 i have to take a deep breath with. i am VERY happy. and idk if it was because the bar was so low, or if it was because i was so anxious i was vomiting everywhere because i needed content so bad, but i am overjoyed. 

THE ABETOPH CONTENT WE GOT WAS SO GOOD. WE HAVE LIKE... 3 NEW CUTE PHOTOS OF THEM HANGING OUT, AND LIKE A BUNCH OF MOMENTS OF ABE CARRYING TOPHER ON HIS BACK. was it because he was being tophers lackey? fine, sure, whatever. BUT AFTER THAT WHEN JFK BROKE TOPHERS PHONE IT WAS OVER (im upset it wasnt developed on further because people who didnt watch it in real time like us will surely be fine. so fuck you.) 

Also, ABE AND JFKS FREINDSHIP HOLUYDBIUJEWNFJKNF oh my god not to be autistic but i was stimming so fucking hard WHEN THEY HUGGED, I WAS LIKE YES FINALLY. FINALLLLLYYY!!! theyre my sweet boys and THAT WHOLE FRIEND GROUP HAS ME IN TEARS. LIKE abe and Confucius are already bros, as we see them playing in the school yard, and JFK and Confucius are already bros from the sleepover episode, but NOW JFK AND ABE ARE BROS. FUCK. YEAH. oh and tophers there too. i like how they treat topher tbh. like hes just there until he says something out of pocket and they’re just like stfu. 

but with the girls friend group.. oof. i honestly loved them so much, especially with cleo, but NOW ITS FUCKED. and its not even joans fault tbh. like when i was watching the scene where frida dropped joan i was like “damn” but then, JOAN MENTIONS HOW SHE HELPED EVERYONE BEFORE AND I WAS LIKE “DAYYYYYYUUMMMM UR RIGHT” so now im conflicted. But again like??? bruh i would choose cleo too tbh lmao.

Also, i’m glad clone college isn’t real. because jfk mentions about taking shelly to .. biology? which i think is a only 1st year class. and in the original clone high everyone is like “omg u hit puberty over summer” Which i feel is typically something thats potrayed in media AFTER middle school. but i could be wrong so, idk. just really glad they didn’t do the clone college bc i hate change. also theyre 16 lmao. OR MAYBE THEY WERE JUST TALKING ABOUT... in the future when highschools done?? IDK. IDC.

anyway. im scared for joans friend group and i fucking love joan, and i am in love with abe, toph, jfk, and Confucius’s little bromances and augh. im so happy. and THE CLIFF HANGER WASN’T TERRIBLE ALSO, IN MY OPNINON. 

im just glad joanabe wasn’t endgame. i mean, i would be pretty happy because im a sucker for childhood friends to lovers but also NOOOOOO joan deserves better. so. yeah 10/10 

if you read this far, holy crap, im proud of you, and ily 

that is my review on the finale so i’ll be making so much content now that im not on the brink of collapsing everytime i think of clone high. like trust me im gonna try and stretch out this fixation for as long as i can. though im probably gonna draw a surplus of abe and jfk art bc they were my fav in 2020

[inkabelledesigns]

Did not think I'd be getting emotional about Splatoon of all things, but here I am! So we just got done with the cryptid Splatfest, and this one introduced two new Squid Sisters songs. Tomorrow's Nostalgia Today is such a bop, and it has me feeling so many things, thinking about all the previous Splatfests I've played and how it hasn't stopped being fun.

I've been playing since the first game, got Splatoon back in 2015 to play with friends but didn't really get to that much. My youngest sister and I loved playing it together though, it was our game. We'd have a sleepover in the basement where we'd start playing Splatfest at midnight, go to bed, then one of us would wake up early and rank up to Queen level before the other got up, then we'd both get there before noon and call it a day. There was a magic to it that I can't really put into words, but it was special, it was our thing.

Splatoon 2 happened while I was in college. I was a little late to pick it up, but I loved it. Pearl and Marina were great, the music was lovely, and I adored Shifty Station. Came to almost every Splatfest, save for the ones where I was out of town. Didn't love playing the story mode (though I do love the story). I actually didn't finish it until relatively recently, and it wasn't even me who did it. It was my little brother. See, he asked to play the first two games after I got into 3, and so I let him borrow my copies. He finished my file, save for the final boss, where he handed me the controller and said I should have the honors. (He had already beaten it on his own file apparently.) The thrill of hearing the Spicy Calamari Inkantation was amazing, the music all throughout the boss fight had a story to it, and I was enchanted by it. Finally Callie was saved, I was so happy. I missed out on Octo Expansion (makes sense, why would I get it if I don't like the single player?), but I've been told I need to see a Let's Play of it, so that's on the to-do list. XD

Now we get to three, and my bro wanted to experience what my sister and I had growing up. Between you and me, I think he's gotten something even better. We don't do sleepovers anymore, but now we play as a team. It's myself, my bro, my sis, and my sister's husband. Sometimes they come over, and sometimes we call on the phone and play together. We've got strategies, we all play a variety of weapons (I fancy myself a bucket more often than not now!), and we have such a good time. There's a little yelling when other teams have poor sportsmanship, and sometimes we need to pause when it stops being fun, but overall? I love my squad. During the chocolate Splatfest we got a x333 battle and won, and it was one of the best multiplayer moments I've ever had, took so many pictures with Frye after that. I now take a photo every Splatfest of my octoling with my Amiibo. It's nice to have new traditions.

Needless to say, this funky little squid and octopus game means a lot to me. I'm so glad I get to share this with my family, but also now with my friends. We don't play together super often, but it's gotten me to be a little better at asking to play than I used to be, and we also have such a good time.

I haven't gotten the DLC, since once again with 3, single player isn't quite my vibe. It's better to play, I've at least beaten it and loved the story, but I haven't gone back and done every stage. But my brother has, so now I get to see my old stomping grounds when he's playing, and seeing the Squid Sisters share the stage with a new song hit me right in the gut. I did not expect to feel that, but after everything they've been through as characters, and how long I've spent with them on their journey and my own, seeing the two trucks combined into one stage just, it MEANS something to me. They're together again and better than ever, and it's so GOOD! AAAHHHH! I love all of our idols so much but these two have a very special place in my heart.

[shippingfangirl013]

Getting older sucks.

It’s “I made my first friend in that elementary school classroom,”

And “I used to sit on those swings with my first childhood friend, playing make-believe and talking about the newest movie we wanted to go see,”

It’s “I used to get off the bus with you after school and stay at your house every other night because I didn’t want what my parents were having for dinner,”

It’s “We used to have sleepovers in my room, and I remember that I loved going to your house because it meant playing with our American Girl dolls. We’re in the same family, but I saw you more than half my friends sometimes. I miss seeing you now, even though we only live 10 minutes away, it still feels like the years have crept between us.”

And “We met in 4th grade, but I’ve known you all my life. You knew my first crush and I knew yours. You loved Sam Winchester and I loved Dean. We sat on the benches at recess, reading books about Helen Keller and talking about how excited we were to play the violin next year. Gavin always went on about how he loved some tv show with monsters off of Cartoon Network while we read. You loved One Direction, Harry Styles was your first love, I’m sorry for that fight we had in 7th grade, I was an asshole and I hope you know that I love you, I wish you never dealt with half the shit life has thrown at you, I’m sorry that I was too young to understand how to handle the sinking grief that you went through in 8th grade, I promise you that I would take it all away if I could, I’m sorry for ignoring you when you told me my first serious boyfriend wasn’t actually a nice guy. I should have listened to you. I’m sorry I let him get between us.”

It’s “you were mean to me, but I miss you. We were young, but I don’t think that you’re a bad person anymore. I loved your art and I hope you still create wondrous works. You inspired me to start drawing, and I’m grateful for that. I miss watching Dan and Phil with you, and Michael Clifford will always remind me of you. Thank you for sitting next to me in the classes we had together, I’m glad we had lunch together too, I felt less alone eating crappy high school lunches with you before Spanish class. I hope you’re doing okay, and I know we talk from time to time, but I miss seeing your face.”

And “I loved you. You broke me. I have nothing to say to you for what you did to me, but I remember the way that your freckles danced around your face, curving upwards towards the sun when you smiled that lopsided grin at me. We were young and stupid, and I thought that was what love was. I know that I was mean to you too, and I want you to know that I’m sorry for that. I wanted forever with you, I didn’t even know you, I loved you, but even the brightest blaze of fire can turn cold in the dampened wet of winter.”

It’s “I met you in college, but you are someone who has never hurt me. Your laughter is like the musical notes you play on the flute, you are sharp and witty and I’d go to the ends of the world with you, only if you wanted to. We survived freshman year together. You handed me Kleenex at 3 am and held my hair back when I got too drunk. You walked me home with some of our friends, and you asked me to look at a magazine after the party and I said that there were people dancing on a trifle cake. You showed me a photo of a Bundt cake with raspberries on top the next morning. You helped me study, even when I was a pain in the ass, and you’ve made me laugh when I’d much rather cry. We rode horses together on weekends when we had time. You helped me get through one of the worst breakups I’ve ever had. I’ve cried on your shoulder more times than I can count, we’ve had more movie nights with friends in the dorms than I can remember. I’m grateful that I always had a travel buddy when it came time to go home for Winter Break. Two hours goes by much quicker when you’re screaming the soundtrack of Frozen II in the car. You reminded me that I’m a good person. You remind me of that a lot, and even though I know that I can be exhausting and hard to handle, you’re always there to lend an ear or offer advice, and if I just need support, I know I can count on you. We always stayed up late on your birthday, midnights during finals week were never boring when your mom sent you a package to open, every item wrapped with care, because she wanted you to celebrate even if you weren’t home yet. You love dragons, and I’m awful at drawing them, but I drew one for you anyways. I’m glad we had an apartment our senior year. I hate that we live 8 hours away. Thank you for introducing me to Mikayla. I’m sorry about the fights that we’ve had. I’m grateful to you and Mikayla for showing me what healthy friendship is.”

And “I’ve known you since 8th grade but we’ve never met in person. I think about you all the time. I’m proud of who you’ve become. Thank you for being such an amazing friend. You’re such an inspiration to me. I wish we lived closer, I wish I could come visit.”

It’s “I haven’t talked to you in a while. We FaceTimed every day after school in high school. You’re engaged now, and I’m so happy for you. I hope he treats you well, I’m sorry I live so far away, I want you to have everything you want in life. I came to your graduation party, I was so excited when you came to my house and surprised me. I miss you, I hope you’re doing okay. I know I’m awful at texting back, I need to text you more.”

And “I read your eulogy at your service. I hope I did right by you. I wanted to honor your memory, and somehow, the right words came to me after crying over blank paper for hours. I hate that you’re gone. I hate that I can’t talk to you anymore. I don’t know how to live without you.

(How do I live without you?)

I hope I honored you and your memory with what I wrote. . . I hope everyone knows how much I love and miss you. I hope you know how much I love you. If there is a Heaven, say hi to Molly and Monica for me. Say hi to Mavi and Bear and Precious too. I listen to Taylor Swift all of the time now. I listen to One Direction too.

You were my first real friend. And that’s not to say I didn’t have friends before, but you were the first that stuck around. It was like Lilo and Stitch, times two. We found each other and became friends, and then in 4th grade, I picked Sam to become friends with… and then we were a trio. I remember all of the trouble we got into… it feels like yesterday.

(God, how I wish it were yesterday, because then you’d still be here.)

Your grandparents cried when I came over to pick up your stuff. I cried when your grandma gave me your Ron Jon’s hat and that stupid scarf you always wore and damn near strangled me with when we would wrestle with one another. I hugged your cat Harley for you, I wish I had been able to visit your house more. You always wanted to come to mine, and I never knew why, but “your house is more fun than mine,” always came the reply. I never quite believed that, but I didn’t push you.

I started watching Golden Girls, it makes me think of you. Kally is getting older now too, she’s 16, I know that when we were younger, we joked that cats that old went to Star Clan. I hope she goes to live out the rest of her days with you up there, at least I know she’ll be loved and looked after when it’s her time to rest. You were supposed to be in my wedding, but as it stands now, that will be a long ways away.

Life is odd, and it’s always changing, and you of all people, know how much I hate change. (How do I keep living when I’ve lost so many people that I once cared for?)

How do my grandparents do it? Losing friends they’ve known for years? How does anyone do it? Living without the people you thought you’d never lose is the worst feeling ever, and I’m scared to live if it means that everyone I care for could die tomorrow.

I’m glad you were able to love someone and that he was able to love you in return. You deserved a lifetime of happiness. I hope that he knows you passed on, I tried to contact him, but I never asked you for a name.

I can’t sleep some nights knowing that I was the last person you willingly called at 2 in the morning. I hope you can forgive me for not picking up. I miss you more than words can say.

(Do you think if I had been there for you, things would be different? Would you still be here if we hadn’t drifted apart in high school?)

I wish we hadn’t drifted apart in high school.

I wish things didn’t have to end, I wish someone could invent a way to tell when things would come to an end, so I could cling to it more tightly, telling those people how much I love them, how important they are in my life, and how much I loathe change. . .

I wish I never had to read your eulogy. It was the second hardest thing I’ve ever done, missing you, grieving you. . . That’s the first.”

~ a short collection of the people I’ve loved

(This doesn’t even begin to scratch the surface of other new friends that I have and love right now, because I’m lucky to have so many people that care about me & I’m lucky to be able to care about them and get to know them as well.

This just… needed to come out tonight.

And I didn’t really include family in this, but I was more-so focused on friends that I’ve had and lost over the years.)

[abigail]

hello little people who live inside my phone :-) when i made this post i didn’t expect it to get as much attention as it has.. throughout the year i’ve seen many people in my notifications for this asking me how my year is going and wanting an update (along with many people saying this is beautiful and they hope my year is going well - thank you ! i hope your year has been good too <3 ), so seeing as we’re now nearing the end of the year i thought i’d let you know how my year went for those wondering !!

i moved out of my awful mouldy apartment early in the year into a much nicer place (the old place had the upstairs neighbours toilet water coming down through our ceiling and into our bathroom and the landlord did not care much.. i’m glad we got out of there early in the year lol), i went on holiday overseas for the first time in 10 years and a stranger took photos of my partner and i when watching the sunset and i will be thinking about it forever (strangers can truly be so caring and loving to other strangers), i started good progress on healing an injury i’ve had since i was a child (i’m 26), i’ve wrote and read more (something i always want to do but never have the mental energy to do so), i met up with friends from here, i paid off some more of my student loan debts, i saw and then met one of my favourite musicians (and he was genuinely so lovely and did a sick show as always - listen to chris farren pleeeease), i started to feel a bit more like myself with my personal style and fashion sense again, i went on a big walk with my partner and friends up a giant hill to watch the sunset for my birthday - there were many cows and sheep and it was perfect :-) if i’m honest though i felt awful a lot of the time this year for various reasons, but i never really felt alone thanks to my friends who i love dearly.. speaking of, a highlight was absolutely having a sleepover in the new place where we marathoned the saw movies while all knitting together.. oh and i got a cool back piece tattoo that was inspired by this pin (no photos just yet because i’m getting more work done on it next spring hehe)

i could go on and on and on tbh.. but i’ve not had the most incredible, life changing year or anything, like i said a lot of the time i felt awful and wasn’t doing so well mentally.. but despite this there was absolutely so many good moments, amazing and beautiful moments, i feel like life is always like that though, and it’s important to focus your mind on the good sometimes.. like whatever you’re going through or have been through there will always be beautiful moments in between, big or small, there’s always something if you look y’know ? you can find joy and peace and beauty in ordinary moments if you give yourself a moment to look, it’s worth it even if it feels silly at first or whatever.. anyway

and for those wondering, the pin is still in my boot to this day, i’ve been unsure if i should take it out or not.. but yeah ! i’m going to the same place again to celebrate new years this year and i might wear these boots again for it too :-) i’m sending my love to everyone who’s said something nice about this post and anyone reading this, i hope whatever you’re doing this nye it’s a fun (and safe !!) time for you :-) and i hope that the new year ahead treats you all with kindness, i hope you treat yourself with kindness too

take care <3

when i got home after the new years celebrations last night, i took off my boots and found this pin stuck in the bottom of one of them,, a good sign for the new year perhaps ? :-) 

[aquz]

working alongside you guys; pjsk

imagine joining their groups, like becoming a street preformer with vivid bad, a nightcord member, an idol, a bandmate, cast of the wonderstage, etc!!

akito and toya giving you a pep talk before every show, an and kohane yelling at them for being too harsh when they criticize your performance. getting drinks at the weekend garage every night, possibly helping ken out with an. finding yourself with them, growing as you preform more and more. kohane feels so confident when you sing together, an is having fun, akito is more relaxed about everything going well and toya's mind is off his father.

meeting in empty sekai to see nightcord waiting for you. ena is scolding you for being late while mizuki is calming her down. kanade and mafuyu sit there quietly, as usual. seeing kanade out occasionally and deciding to bring her places for a little treat, eventually meeting mizuki and ena on the way (and then inviting mafuyu). all of you guys leaning on each other for support, probably group crying sessions in empty sekai while miku sits there and listens. kanade feels as if she can rely on you to help her make mafuyu feel again, mafuyu trusts you with her worst feelings, ena is noticeably less harsh with you, and mizuki tries their hardest to make you smile.

rooftop practices with more more jump! minori hyping you up when you practice a solo, or doing a group huddle right before a show to encourage each other. live streaming together and showing everyone how well you guys mingle! minori is trying hard to inspire you, haruka always wants your input on how she can make the shows better, airi always working you hard to show you that you're just as talented, shizuku knowing that you won't judge her no matter what.

practicing with leo/need. saki is excited to see you show up, packing your instrument along. lots of group hugs and late night sleepovers!!! saki makes sure to take many polaroid photos of the group underneath a starry sky. saki feels excited and ready to improve with you, shiho is glad you don't immediately compare her to shizuku, honami bringing you apple pie treats whenever you look tired or down, and ichika making sure to let miku know all about your improvement.

rehearsal with wonderlands x showtime, your energy mixing perfectly with everyone else. hanging out everyday after school, doing absolutely everything you can before curfew. emu finds having you on stage makes her happy, she feels very wonderhoy with you around! nene knows she can rely on you during the show for anything, though she lets you know that you can rely on her too. rui loves how open you are to his ideas, much like emu, and he would love to let you watch him make more cool robots! tsukasa wants to become a star, but he wants you to be recognized too. (same with everyone else, but he wishes you were in the spotlight a little more often!!)

happy two years, project sekai!! you've been one of my favorite games since december 2021 and you are also one of my healthiest coping mechanisms 🫶🫶 short post because i am tired and slightly stressed

[citronsblog]

Hello!! Can i request some headcanons with Mondo Owada, Kiyotaka Ishimaru, Sakura Ogami and Gundham Tanaka (seperately) x shy and caring female reader during a killing game? If not thats okay! I hope you will have a great day! (♡◕ω◕♡)

Notes:Yesss! I love Sakura so much! I hope I got her character right lost motivation to write cause of school but I need to get request done!

Warnings: implied spoilers!

Characters: Mondo Owada, Kiyotaka Ishimaru, Sakura Ogami, Gundham Tanaka

Mondo Owada

Mondo would be absolutely swoon when he first saw you, I mean c’mon! How couldn’t you be?!

He was really protective of you, not in a possessive way but enough to make sure you are safe

He would make sure the others weren’t taking your kindness to their advantage.

Kisses? Kisses. He would love peppering your face in kisses. Of course around the others the most he would do is give your forehead a gentle peck.

Oh my gosh if you know how to cook please make him meals, he would be so happy.

You guys would walk around to any open areas and talk trying to forget about the killing game

Sleepovers at each other’s dorm room is a must. He will protectively wrap his arms around you while sleeping. He’s so cute when he’s asleep though, if there is a camera in your monopad take a photo of his cute sleeping face >\\\<

He’s super amazing to have around. He would think twice about what he was planning to do with chihiro just because of you :)

Kiyotaka Ishimaru

So sweet! He will greet you with a huge smile each morning glad that your here with him.

Just like mondo he would make sure no one is using you! Your kindness is one of his favorite qualities about you and he’d be furious to find out someone is using that against you

If your ever sad or scared he will hold your hand and place a kiss to each knuckle while naming every single thing he loves about you, and I mean everything

He is so happy to have you there. Please comfort him, you always make him blissful

He loves you a lot and is so grateful for you

Sakura Ogami

She is so loving towards you. She will bring you to workout with her. If you don’t want to work out that’s completely ok! Encourage her! Make her a protein shake! She will love that so much!

She may not be as good as nekomaru but she can give you relaxing massage to calm down your nerves. She will 100% do it if it calms you down

Sakura loves to see your smile! She will do what ever you want just to see it!

Since most of everyone respects her no one really messes with you! In fact her close friends also like to hang out with the two of you!

Baking??? Of course! She loves sweets, not a lot though, it can make you sick and that would be bad );

Oh! She would totally be down for a girls night in her dorm! You can bring the snacks you both baked and paint each others nails!

She is so nice to cuddle into, she would be so warm and comforting like a life sized stuffed animal!

She loves holding your hand,and playing with your hair!

Overall 100/10 gf to have by your side!

Gundham Tanaka

Gundham is so smitten with you! He thinks your shy but kind personality is so sweet!!

In fact when you were nice to him he though he didn’t deserve it since he’s cursed with the poison in his veins! You totally hugged him after he said that

Keeps you by his side all of the time, and you get to help with the devas! San-D loves you. Gundham has no idea why but you’re happy so he is too.

He loves taking you to the beach around night time and sitting with you. He enjoys your company a lot! Long conversations with him are very comforting

He’s not too sure on how to cheer you up when your down but he’d be damned if he didn’t try!

Gundham is so gentle with you, he will praise any and everything about you. Seeing you shy away with a flustered smile makes him feel accomplished

You are so dear to him, he loves you so much!

Gundham feels so lucky to have you around even if the circumstances aren’t the best

[marvelous-harry]

Night One Harry/Florence/Reader Words: 2.6K Summary: It's time for the first show of Love On Tour.

"Oh my god! Harry!" I gasped as I stepped onto the tour bus and looked around. It was so much bigger than I thought and so much more modern than I had imagined.

"Fucking hell, this is so much nicer than the RV me and nan lived in for a summer," I mused as I sat down in one of the reclining chairs and put my feet up.

"I'm glad you approve," Harry chuckled as he smiled, pulling Florence onto his lap as he sat down on the chair opposite mine. "I'm so glad you two are finally here," he said and gave Florence a little hug as he looked over at me.

"And we're so happy to finally be here. Especially me, you can give me hand with that one," Florence joked as she grinned, looking at me as well.

Rolling my eyes, I got up from the chair and stroked a hand over the kitchen counter. "Oh please, you had more than enough hands and you enjoyed what those hands did," I replied before my eyes widened.

"There's like a full-on bedroom back here! We can for sure all fit on this bed!" I grinned as I laid down on the bed and stretched out. "Are we staying here every night? It would be like a sleepover, we could hang blankets from the ceiling and make it a fort," I said as Florence and Harry came into the back of the bus.

"Oo, yeah, this is a lot bigger than I thought," Florence agreed as she sat down on the bed and did a little bounce. "Good mattress," she grinned as she looked at Harry.

Harry chuckled as he laid down on the bed. “I can’t wait to try it out properly with the both of you,” he replied to her before turning his head to look at me. “We’re staying at a hotel tonight and tomorrow. Then we’re driving down and spending a night in here,”

Squealing in excitement, I moved around so I could straddle his hips. “I’m so excited to see you perform for the first time! It’s going to be so cool!” I gushed, looking at him wide-eyed and happy.

“Harry? We’re good to do a soundcheck,” Miles called out from the front of the bus.

Harry rolled me off him before standing up. “Let’s go head inside, give you a little sneak peek,” he smiled as he held out his hand for me.

--

Holding on to Harry’s hand tightly, I looked around eagerly, trying to look at everything at once. “Do you ever get lost?” I asked as we were led through yet another door leading to another hallway.

“I’m usually going with someone so I’m never alone. Back in the one direction days though we would always try and sneak off to explore and we did get lost sometimes then,” Harry replied as we walked through another door.

“Don’t get any ideas,” Florence said as she grabbed onto my other hand, giving it a little squeeze.

“I would never!” I protested and stuck my tongue out at her.

We walked out from the hallway, pushed back some curtains, and there it was. The stage in all its glory.

“Woah, it’s huge!” I said amazed as we walked further in and took in the size of the stage, the floor, and the seats.

“I’ll be right back, feel free to walk around in the room and have a look,” Harry gave us both a quick little kiss before jogging over to the backstage area to get his in-ears in and talk to the crew.

Looking around in awe, I smiled as I looked at Florence. “This is so cool,”

Florence smiled back and put a hand around my waist. “I want to take a picture of you in front of the stage,” she said as she walked me over.

Standing by the barrier, I put my hands up in the air and grinned at Florence as she raised her phone and took a photo. “Now let take one of you,” I said eagerly as I hurried over to where she was standing and took her phone out of her hand.

“Okay,” Florence chuckled and walked over to the barrier, doing the same pose as me, a massive grin on her face.

“Oh! Here they come!” I hurried over to the barrier and handed back her phone.

Harry walked over to the microphone that was closest to us and gave us a little wave before turning to his band to talk to them about which song to do.

Florence wrapped her hands around me and I leaned back against her, looking up at Harry ready to hear him sing.

--

Standing in front of the mirror in the bathroom, I ran a hand down my dress before looking at Florence who was putting on some gold hoop earrings. “Do you think he’ll like our outfits?” I asked as I turned around and went to put on my shoes. Harry had gone to the venue a few hours ago to do a final soundcheck and make sure everything was alright so it was just me and Flossie left in our hotel room.

“I know he’ll love them,” Florence replied with a smirk as she watched me bend over. “I know I love yours,”

I looked back at her and grinned before wriggling my bum a bit before standing up and moving over to her. “I love your outfit too,” I said as I looked at her cleavage. “We have a little time, maybe we could..” I started but stopped as Florence tilted my head up.

“No, darling. We don’t have time. Besides you need to save your energy for the concert and the aftermath,” Florence said as she stroked her thumb back and forth over my cheek. “He’s going to be so hyped up after the show and you’re going to help him use that energy right?”

I licked my lips as I stared at her while nodding.

Florence smirked. “Going to pull your dress up and drop your panties for him like a good girl. Let him fuck you backstage while his security is right outside the door listening,”

“Flossie,” I moaned. “Please, can’t I just touch real quick?” I asked, my hand grasping the dress - ready to pull it up.

“You want to touch yourself while thinking about Harry fucking you?” she asked as she leaned in and gave me a soft kiss.

“Yes please,” I whispered against her lips.

“I’ve already said there’s no time haven’t I?” Florence reminded me as she gave me another little kiss.

Letting out a little whimper, I looked at her sadly and took a deep breath. “Yeah,”

“Don’t be sad, baby. You’ll get to cum later, I promise,” she gave me another kiss before looking at her phone and stepping away to grab our things, a very pleased look on her face. “Our car is here, we need to go,”

--

By the time we arrived at the venue most of the crowd was inside and Jenny was about to go on stage and I was about to freak out. Because of traffic, we were arriving a lot later than planned and I was not happy about it.

Slamming the door shut, I glared at the driver as he drove off. “Fucking twat,” I mumbled as I straightened out my dress.

“I know the drive took longer than planned but he can’t help the traffic. Let’s just go inside and see Harry,” Florence tried to calm me as she took my hand.

I didn’t say anything as we were escorted to Harry’s dressing room.

“Hi, babe,” Florence greeted him as we walked inside.

“Hi! You guys made it,” he grinned as he looked over from where he was sitting in a chair, getting his make-up and hair done.

“No thanks to that stupid driver who couldn’t drive properly. We were supposed to be here an hour ago, I’m sorry we’re late,” I huffed, glaring at the floor.

Harry thanked his make-up and hairstylist and waited till they had left the room before patting his lap. “Come here,”

Letting go of Florence’s hand I walked over to him and took a seat. “I’m sorry the day hasn’t gone as you planned but you guys are here now right? We get to hang out a bit before the show, then you get to see me perform, and after we’ll have a little party. No more pouting, please,” he smiled and glanced over at Florence.

“Let me get dressed and then we can take a few photos together,” Harry grinned. “We’ll look so fucking good together,” he gave me a kiss.

Standing up, I watched as he took off his shirt. “This does make me feel better,” I said innocently.

Once Harry was dressed and Harry had helped him adjust his clothes and sewn in a loose thread, we all headed down the hall with his band so we could take pictures. Harry took a few with his band before taking a few of just him before the band went to get ready while Harry invited us over.

“Thanks for being here with me,” he said quietly as he wrapped his hands around our waists.

I grinned as I looked at him before giving him a little kiss on the cheek.

“Wouldn’t want to be anywhere else,” Florence replied as she gave him an adoring look.

--

Cupping my hands to my mouth, I screamed as loud as I could while doing a few jumps as Harry finished singing What Makes You Beautiful. I was a sweaty mess, my feet were killing me and I was just filled with pride as I watched. We were stood on the floor with a few people from Harry’s team and everyone was singing and doing a little dance every now and then. It was magical.

Harry stepped over to a microphone, adjusting his in-ears while looking out over the crowd. “I just want to say thank you to a couple of people. I’ve been looking forward to this night for so long and it means so much to me that you’re here tonight,”

Florence wrapped her hands around me and kissed my cheek as we listened.

“I promise you that when I say this is my favourite thing to do, this is my favourite thing in the world to do. And in the darkest times, the thing that got me through so much of it was this night. Knowing that I would be back in front of you again. And this feels absolutely crazy, I can’t believe I’m up here right now. This is the first night of love on tour. I hope you’re having fun,”

The crowd cheered loudly as he took a little pause and did a few waves. “There’s a bunch of people backstage that arrives several days before me and leaves several days after I’ve gone so please make some noise for all the people backstage that you don’t see. I want to thank you guys because if you don’t come I’m just stood here in a room alone and it’s a bit weird. And I’m more than well aware that I don’t get to do this if you don’t come so thank you so much,” Harry cleared his throat and I could hear all the emotions in his voice.

“I’m going to fucking cry,” I whimpered as I sniffled and turned to hug Florence.

“I love every single one of you. From this side to this side, top to bottom. Thank you for buying a ticket and trusting me with your time. We’ve got a few more songs for you. We’re going to do this one, disappear and pretends its the end of the show and come back in after about 2 minutes and do some more,”

The band started playing the intro for Fine Line and the lights dimmed back down. I moved so I could look at Harry but still hug Florence, resting my head on her shoulder. She swayed us gently from side to side as she sang along to Harry.

It was like we were frozen in time almost, I could only see him, hear him and Florence and it was such a magical moment I would treasure forever. Before I knew it the song was over and Harry was being lowered under the stage.

“You okay, darling?” Florence asked as she grabbed a tissue from her bag and wiped my face.

I nodded as I sniffled. “I just love him so much,” I whimpered and felt fresh tears running down my cheek.

“Awww, baby,” Florence chuckled as she gave me a tight hug. “Want to take a little break in the hall?” she asked while rubbing my back.

Shaking my head no, I sniffled. “No, I don’t want to miss anything,” I replied and glanced at the stage.

--

Wrapping my arms around Harry tightly, I closed my eyes and pressed a kiss to his neck. “I love you. I loved the show. It was amazing,” I rambled. It was a few minutes after the show had ended and Harry had spent some time with his band and team just doing a little chat about how it had gone.

Harry pulled back but kept one arm around me before reaching out to Florence as we started walking towards his dressing room. “You enjoy the show?” he asked her.

“One of the best concerts I’ve ever been to, babe,” Florence smiled as she squeezed his hand. Once we entered his dressing room, Florence pulled him in for a kiss before whispering into his ear.

I walked over to the mirror and grimaced slightly. My eyes were so red from crying and my dress had stains on it after a minor spill incident I had with a cup of beer.

“Baby,” Harry said as he walked over.

Turning to look at him, I saw that Florence had taken a seat on the couch and was looking very smug. “Yeah?” I answered.

“Florence told me about earlier today. Something about me and you, after the show. Made you want to touch yourself while thinking about it?” he put his hands on my cheeks, holding my face gently.

“She was mean about it. Teased me while telling me hot things and then I wasn’t allowed to touch,” I pouted as I looked at him.

He chuckled. “Flossie teasing? That doesn’t sound like her at all,” he joked while running his hands down the front of my dress before grabbing the hem of it. “This is what you wanted right? Pull your dress up, push your panties to the side and fuck you?”

Nodding quickly, I grabbed onto his waist and watched as the tassels on his vest moved. “Please,” I begged as I felt the dress slip over my bum and his hand moved to the front of my panties - teasing his fingers over my covered pussy.

“Harry, please” I begged louder as I whimpered. “Need you to fuck me,”

Harry grabbed onto the panties and pushed them down as he gave me a deep kiss. “Bend over and spread your legs, baby,” he told me as he started opening his trousers. “And don’t be shy with your moans, it’ll be the best show this venue has ever heard,” I shuddered at his words and the smirk on his face before bending over the couch that was facing Florence.

“A private performance just for me? How did I get so lucky?” Florence grinned, keeping eye contact with me while Harry pushed his cock into me slowly. Letting out a loud moan, I blushed and had to look away. Love truly was on tour and I couldn’t wait for the other shows.

[yukidragon]

Our Life Snippet - Lazy Morning Intimacy

So, who’s ready for an extra long serving of shameless fluff from the first draft of my fan novelization of Our Life: Beginnings & Always? My philosophy in writing this is if I can add some more fluffy cuddly moments, I absolutely will, and the Step 3 moment Reflection offers one such opportunity right at the very start before, well, those of you who have played this moment know what happens later.

Spoilers for those who have not played the Step 3 DLC! If you don’t want to be spoiled, don’t read any further! If you don’t mind spoilery stuff, well, don’t let me stop you, but I highly, highly encourage you to play through the game before reading any of this.

As always, thanks go to @gb-patch for their wonderful game and their lovely feedback for my work, as well as everyone who likes, reblogs, and comments on these clips I’m posting here. You are all awesome.  💖

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It wasn’t often that Jamie had the chance to enjoy breakfast at the Holden house. Ever since their parents decreed that they were ‘too old’ for sleepovers, she and Cove didn’t have many opportunities to enjoy that particular meal together, which made today a rare treat. It wasn’t especially fancy fare, but it was lovely to be able to spend time with her boyfriend almost as soon as she woke up. She was glad she impulsively asked if he wanted to have breakfast with her when they exchanged their usual good morning texts.

After a pleasant meal filled with light conversation and tasty food, Cove invited Jamie to retreat to his room to relax and let the lazy morning linger before any big activities began. That was, if they didn’t just decide to take it easy for the rest of the day. Neither of them had any plans in particular, with no prior commitments with friends, family, or work to distract them from just spending the day together. It wasn’t officially a date day, per say, or at least neither of them called it that yet. So far, they just decided to do whatever came to mind while enjoying each other’s company.

Of course, the first thing that came to Jamie’s mind was to cuddle with her boyfriend. When Cove sat down onto the bed, she didn’t hesitate to take a seat beside him, leaning into him. He hummed happily in approval and looped an arm around her to pull her in even closer.

A mischievous smile tugged at her lips as a new thought came to mind, and Jamie leaned in even closer. Cove raised an eyebrow at expression, only to yelp when she unexpectedly pushed her weight into him and tipped him back onto the bed. She fell along with him, giggling as they tumbled onto the mattress

Cove let out a chuckle of his own once he recovered from his surprise. “When I said we could relax, I didn’t mean going back to bed,” he said with a wry smile. Even still, he allowed her to nudge him gently back to the headboard so that they could both lounge comfortably on the bed properly with their heads resting on the pillows side by side. 

Jamie flashed Cove a satisfied grin before she snuggled up against his side, nuzzling her cheek against his as she basked in his gentle warmth. “You also said to make myself comfortable,” she teased, her eyes sparkling playfully as she rested her arm across his chest. “I’m very comfortable like this.”

Cove felt his heartbeat quicken, and he smiled back fondly at Jamie, nuzzling her cheek in return. “Me too,” he said softly.

Though maybe he was a little too comfortable.

Cove couldn’t help but be aware of the fact that they were both lying in his bed together. A prickling of nerves rose up that he quickly did his best to tamp down to not ruin the intimate moment they were sharing. It was fine, no big deal, he told himself. They were both fully dressed, on top of the sheets, and it was broad daylight. They cuddled plenty of times like this before on sofas and the ground. Heck, this was nothing compared to when they shared a bed when they were younger.

The flickering of nervousness didn’t escape Jamie’s notice. She softened her expression and reached up to gently run her fingers through her shy boyfriend’s hair. She had intended to steal a kiss or two and see where that would take them, but she decided that could wait until later. Just enjoying this moment with Cove was enough for her.

The touch was soothing, and Cove slowly started to relax as he leaned into Jamie. The anxious air that had threatened to pull him out of the moment gradually dissipated as her comforting warmth slowly settled in. Soon, he felt at ease enough to slip his arm back around her, which she happily used as her new pillow. He couldn’t help but smile at seeing the content expression on his partner’s face as she smiled softly back at him.

A comfortable silence washed over the pair as they simply enjoyed the quiet moment of intimacy. At some point, Jamie went from stroking Cove’s hair to toying with it. His ponytail limited her in how much she could card her fingers through his hair, but there were plenty of long locks to ripple between her fingers.

It wasn’t the first time Jamie got the impulse to play with her boyfriend’s hair. Even before he was officially - or even unofficially - her boyfriend, she couldn’t help but want to run her fingers through those pretty pale green strands. When they were younger, Cove would jokingly try to avoid her hands, but always ‘failed’ to escape in the end, allowing her to have her way. Sometimes she teased him back by pretending to give up, and he would always pout adorably, which she would immediately chase away with a satisfying ruffle of his hair.

Occasionally, Jamie would go beyond playing to actual styling. She was no professional, but it was fun to wind her boyfriend’s hair into a braid or two sometimes. Cove never minded, even if the braids rarely lasted that long after she was finished making them. It also didn’t escape her notice that he would sometimes shiver or let out an adorable pleasured little mumble when she raked her fingers along his scalp. It was an enjoyable experience for both of them, and sometimes she suspected that was one of the reasons why he let his hair grow as long as he did.

Jamie had no such grand designs now. Today she simply basked in the freedom to enjoy the feeling of his soft hair sliding between her fingers as she listened to the happy noises her partner occasionally let slip.

Although much more at ease, Cove couldn’t help the small traces of nervous energy that left him with the need to do something with his hands. He ran his thumb across her shoulder with the hand that was limited by Jamie resting on the upper part of his arm. With his freer hand, he decided to return the favor she paid to him and ran his fingers through her long deep blue hair, starting with stroking back her bangs before sliding his hand down along the entire length of her hair until he reached the ends at her hips. The feeling was soft and silky, and she sighed softly at the attention.

On impulse, Cove poked one of the small buns on top of his girlfriend’s head. Space buns were her preferred hairstyle of choice nowadays, and there was something satisfying about poking them that he couldn’t quite explain. Maybe it was the feel of them, or the way the bunched up hair bounced when poked that did it, but most likely it was because of the amused looks Jamie gave him whenever he did. She wore one such expression now, and he couldn’t help but chuckle a bit before giving her bun another playful poke.

Entertained, Jamie let Cove have her way with her buns, poking and prodding them as he pleased. The potential for innuendo wasn’t lost on her, but she let it go unsaid. As fun as it would be to make him flustered by suggesting that he might enjoy playing with a different set of buns she had even more, she didn’t want to interrupt the light, playful moment.

Jamie would just save that little bit of wordplay for later, preferably when the mood was good enough that Cove might take her up on the invitation.

Despite the steamy thoughts that skirted through her mind, Jamie did her best to focus on enjoying the lazy moment between them. It was lovely to just share such casual intimacy with Cove.

Jamie wasn’t alone in trying to ignore her more hormonal urges. As much as Cove enjoyed playing with her hair, focusing on touching her as he did made it impossible for him to stop thinking about the fact that they were both lying on his bed together. He was keenly aware of the gentle warmth of her body pressed against him, how soft and inviting her pink lips looked as she smiled at him.

Eventually, Cove realized he needed something else to occupy his hands if he didn’t want to risk disrupting the peaceful moment. Shifting about a bit, he fished his cell phone out of his pocket. Although Jamie raised an eyebrow at that and at being displaced from her cozy spot when he moved around, she held no objections as he turned his phone on and busied himself with it. Instead, she simply readjusted her position to get comfortable once he was settled again.

Sifting through missed texts and emails, Cove soon managed to distract himself from the urges that ruffled his nerves and relaxed back into the moment. He spotted a number of texts he missed from his dad, and for a moment he wondered if everything was okay until he realized Cliff just sent him a bunch of images last night.

A warm smile graced his face as Cove slowly scrolled his way through the photographs, nostalgia washing over him. Each photo brought him back to the moment it was taken, allowing him to lose himself in the priceless memories he shared with his friends, family, and especially the special person he held so comfortably close at that very moment.

Some photos brought back sweet memories, others a little more on the bitter side of sweet, and then there were the funnier ones. One such silly photo seized Cove’s attention, and he couldn’t help the burst of laughter that escaped him.

The sound immediately snapped Jamie out of her relaxed stupor and brought her back to the present. She raised an eyebrow at Cove, but he failed to notice her questioning look, too preoccupied by whatever was on his phone’s screen.

“What’s so funny?” Jamie asked as she propped herself up on her arm to get a better look at his face and catch a glimpse of the phone’s screen.

Cove finally turned to look at Jamie, his eyes crinkled with mirth and a smirk playing on his lips. “Dad scanned some old photos,” he chuckled. “You know…”

Now that Jamie was no longer using his arm as a pillow, Cove was free to use it to draw a rectangle in the air. “Printed out ones,” he explained, “back from when I was little.” He waved his phone a bit with his other hand. “He texted it all to me last night, I guess. I’ve been checking them out.”

Jamie sat up completely, her dark blue eyes flying open wide. “You were looking at your kiddie photos and didn’t tell me?!” she gasped, almost scandalized at missing out on something so priceless.

Cove barely resisted the urge to chuckle, offering Jamie a bent smile as his eyes narrowed playfully. “I was gonna show you.” His gaze then slid away to his phone as his expression turned a little more hesitant. “I just wanted to look at it first to make sure there was nothing super embarrassing. You never know with my dad.”

His mouth pulled into a grimace as Cove could easily imagine all sorts of horrors his dad might have captured on film to unintentionally humiliate him until the end of time. “I mean… what if there’s a photo of me getting potty trained or something?”

Although Jamie empathized with his worries, she couldn’t help but giggle at the fraught expression Cove wore. “Yeah, that sounds like something your dad would do.”

Cove could only respond by clearing his throat nervously, his eyes skirting away from Jamie as he sat up as well. While he hadn’t come across any particularly humiliating photo of himself, he couldn’t quite shake the fear of what his dad’s well-meaning actions might have left for him to deal with this time.

Jamie offered her boyfriend a sympathetic smile before adding a slight bent to it. “Hey, how about this - if you let me look at your embarrassing baby photos, I’ll show you just as many of mine. My moms have plenty of them.”

The offer was tempting. Cove couldn’t help but wonder what sort of photos Jamie had in mind, but the price was just too steep. He merely chuckled awkwardly and shook his head as he pointedly kept his phone tilted away from her. She huffed and puffed out her cheeks in a mock pout at him for holding out on her, which elicited a genuine bout of laughter from him.

Once Cove got his mirth under control, he smiled at Jamie. “Anyway, before we forget, I was laughing ‘cause I came across a Halloween one from when I was eight. The year I was a zombie, remember?”

Jamie dropped her faux pout and nodded, her eyes lighting up eagerly. Cove shook his head at her excitement, a wry grin gracing his face as he finally offered the phone to her.

As Cove watched Jamie eagerly turn to his phone, he couldn’t help but shake his head again, this time at his kid self. “I never even liked zombies!” he said, a little baffled that he ever was so enthusiastic for such a costume. “All I wanted was to show off my new scar. And I needed to be something scary. I couldn’t be a normal person who had a scar, according to my eight-year-old mind.”

The photo displayed on the screen showed Cove from ten years in the past, and a pleasant wave of nostalgia washed over Jamie as she saw him the way he looked when they first met, minus the pink cast and plus a fair amount of makeup and fake blood. Little Cove posed for the camera with his fingers hooked like claws, his mouth open as though letting out what was probably supposed to be a fierce roar. She could easily remember the noises he made that night as he pretended to be a zombie on the hunt for brains. His hair looked even more wild and disheveled than it did after the most energetic day of play, going well with the tattered and ‘blood’ stained button up shirt he wore. His face was painted in gray down to his neck, marred with an array of fake scars that couldn’t compare to the real one on his arm.

Cove looked from Jamie to the phone and chuckled softly at the face his younger self pulled for the camera. “I was a little dork.”

Jamie eyed Cove at such self-depreciation before poking him on the nose. “You were a little cutie,” she insisted. “And now you’re a big cutie.”

Cove blinked at the playful action before blushing at the compliment. He had no words to reply to it except for a quiet, flustered chuckle as he rubbed his nose.

Jamie grinned at that reaction before turning back to the photo. As much as she enjoyed how adorable Cove looked while pretending to be a fierce monster, it was impossible to ignore the scar displayed so predominantly on his arm at that time. Her smile softened at the edges at the sight of such a large, jagged line of fresh skin that was such a deep and angry shade of red. The scar was a pale memory in the present, but back then it looked so painful, and at the time she found it hard not to worry about him and his comfort after his cast came off.

Still, Jamie refused to let that put a damper on the story and focused instead on just how much fun little Cove was having posing for the camera and remembering the way they played around with their costumes that night. She could vividly recall how she pretended to run away from him when he playfully growled that he wanted to eat her brains, and the memory made her smile grow stronger.

“Dad really wanted to be useful, as usual,” Cove said, bringing Jamie’s attention back to him in the present. Though he noticed the flicker of sadness that crossed her face and realized the reason for it, he was glad to see her perk up again just as quickly. “He came up with the idea of being an undead person. It was pretty good, huh?”

Jamie chuckled softly and nodded. “You had the best Halloween costume that year, hands down,” she said playfully. “I remember you getting lots of extra candy when adults realized the scar was real.” Her smile widened as she remembered just how jealous Lizzie had been at how much candy Cove got that year, especially since he only offered to share some of that extra candy with Jamie. “It must have been your greatest Halloween haul ever.”

Cove couldn’t help but chuckle as well as he thought back to that legendary candy haul as well. It took him a month to finish it all even with Jamie’s help.

Still, the topic of his scar brought his gaze back to the picture. Cove couldn’t help but compare the way it looked in the photo to its current appearance on his left arm. “I can’t believe how much larger my scar used to be,” he said quietly.

Jamie watched as Cove turned his focus to his arm with a soft smile on his face. He traced his fingers along the jagged line of pale flesh that remained with him even ten years on. It was an action that she had seen him do countless times, but it felt more significant in that moment.

A soft sigh escaped Cove, but his eyes and tone were playful. “Look at how tiny it is now.” He gave Jamie a look with big, pathetic eyes. “How am I gonna pretend to be tough without a big scar?”

It was a struggle for Jamie not to laugh at the expression Cove wore. “You better not do anything stupid to get a new scar,” she joked with a faux disapproving frown as she wagged a finger at him. “No matter how much you like them!”

Cove grinned back at Jamie. “I won’t.”

“Good,” Jamie said with a satisfied nod. “You’ve already got the coolest scar, no matter how small it gets.”

Cove felt his cheeks grow warm and his smile turned bashful. “Thanks.” He ducked his head away from Jamie, pleased with their joking exchange. Once again, his eyes drifted down to his scar as he continued to trace it.

“I really do like having this,” he admitted in a soft, shy voice. “Even if it is kind of little these days.”

Jamie’s expression softened as well, feeling as though Cove was sharing a big secret with her. She couldn’t help but feel happy to hear that he liked his scar despite whatever pain it must have caused him to get it. It was always wonderful whenever he opened up to her like this.

Cove glanced up at Jamie, a gentle smile gracing his lips. “I like yours, too.”

The unexpected compliment caught Jamie off guard, and heat rose in her cheeks, turning them pink. She couldn’t help but smile as she felt her chest flutter with butterflies. He never failed to think of her as well, especially since he knew that she was self-conscious of her own scars.

Unthinkingly, Jamie brought her hand up to her upper arm and traced some of the countless jagged little white lines that marred her pale skin. There were matching scars in the same place on her other arm, as well as her thighs and her chest. Unlike Cove, these scars were not the result of an accident, but her skin not being able to keep up with her sudden growth during puberty.

Back during her early teenage years when the stretch marks were fresh and an angry purplish-red, Jamie always kept them hidden. Puberty had been rough on her, dealing a blow to her self-esteem as well as her body, and being covered in so many scars left her feeling ugly even though she never once thought of Cove’s scar like that.

It took time for Jamie to accept her scars, and she knew that Cove was a big part of why. Seeing the way he took such quiet pride in his scar always made her question how she thought of hers. More than that, he always made her feel beautiful, and he was always the first to remind her  whenever she needed it. That was why she was no longer afraid to wear clothes that exposed her scars like she did now.

Jamie scooted in closer to Cove as she smiled adoringly at him, placing her hand on top of his. “Thank you, Cove.”

Cove turned back to face Jamie fully. He finally let go of his scar so that he could take her hand in hers, giving it a gentle squeeze. He felt at peace with his scar and was happy to see the same reflected on her face as well. Their scars held such meaning to them despite coming from unhappy sources.

Jamie squeezed his hand back as she drifted even closer. “Could I touch your scar?”

Cove blinked, taken aback by the request. Usually, Jamie wasn’t shy about touching him without asking first, particularly someplace as innocent as his arm. Still, he quickly realized why she might hesitate to do that now and smiled gently at her as he nodded easily. “Yeah, that’s okay.”

Jamie gave Cove’s hand one more squeeze before letting go of it. Lightly, she pressed her fingertips against the edges of his scar. With great care, she slowly ran her thumb along the entire length of it, following the jagged angles the old wound took. The pale flesh was rough when compared to the rest of his skin, which was soft, but with goosebumps rising quickly along his arm as she stroked his scar.

The touch, so delicate and gentle, left Cove feeling a bit lightheaded. Jamie’s touch always felt wonderful and often left him feeling butterflies, but somehow the feel of her paying such careful attention to his scar was particularly powerful. A choked breath escaped him and a wobbly smile played across his face as he lost himself in the feeling.

The dizzied smile Cove wore along with the light pink of his cheeks drew Jamie in with the urge to do more. She locked eyes with him, staring deep into his aquamarine eyes as she took a hold of his arm and raised it up towards her.

A quiet gasp escaped Cove when she realized what Jamie had in mind. He couldn’t look away from her dark blue eyes as she stared so intently into him even as she placed a soft kiss on the old wound that marked him. The feeling of her lips, warm and soft, pressed so tenderly against that particular place sent shivers up his spine, and he let out a tiny squeak.

Jamie smiled against Cove’s skin as she appreciated his adorable reaction, as well as the way he looked at her with overwhelming adoration. She kissed him again and again, tracing the entire length of his scar with her lips like she did with her fingers before.

It was impossible for Cove to stay still when Jamie was showing him such affection. He reached up with his free hand to touch her arm. With his thumb, he brushed aside the edge of her open sleeve, giving him better access to the countless little white lines marking her pale skin. The texture was interesting, feeling so similar yet so different from his own scar. Because of their size and number, he found his fingers constantly alternating between soft skin and rougher tissue. It was difficult to trace any one scar from start to finish like she did for him, so instead he sought out to touch every single one.

The touch was electric, and Jamie could feel her heartbeat speed up as Cove caressed her so lovingly. “Cove…”

Cove shivered again as Jamie murmured his name against his skin, setting off sparks that made his body burn pleasantly. It urged him to lean forward, his eyes gleaming with the fire she set ablaze inside him.

Jamie raised her head and instinctively matched his movement, drawing nearer to Cove as her eyes drifted closed. She felt his lips gently meet hers, and she melted into the tender kiss. She held a little more firmly onto his arm as she fell deeper into him, feeling like she might drown in the depths of her feelings for him.

Cove all too quickly lost himself in the moment and in Jamie. It felt so wonderful, so right to be her like this, to touch and kiss her. He loved her so much that it was almost overwhelming, but knowing that she loved him as well kept him grounded.

Eventually they finally drifted apart, breathless and dazed from the kiss, their faces flushed with heat. When Jamie opened her eyes, she saw Cove gazing back at her with his mesmerizing ocean blue eyes. The look he gave her was spellbinding, filled with so much love and adoration that made her heart hammer hard against her ribcage. It told her without words that the feelings he had for her were just as immense as hers were for him.

Cove leaned in again, this time resting his forehead gently against Jamie’s. With heavy lidded eyes, he simply enjoyed gazing deeply into her blue eyes that always reminded him of the night sky. No matter how many times he saw them, they always captivated him. He could lose himself in those beautiful eyes of hers.

The feeling of his warm breath tickling her skin made Jamie shiver a little, especially the way it brushed against her lips like the ghost of a kiss. With their heads touching, his hand on her arm and hers on his, she felt entirely entwined with Cove. It felt so right.

Time ceased to have any meaning in that moment as they gazed deeply into their partner’s eyes and drank in the closeness and warmth they shared. Seconds or minutes might have passed, but neither of them cared as they lost themselves in each other.

[the-bugs-under-ur-skin]

Yandere Sunny, Kel, Basil HC’s - Omori

[small spoiler alerts for Omori] 

[yandere Sunny x reader]

-Sunny is quiet most of the time, so he’ll probably be watching you more than talking to you

-That doesn’t always mean stalking, however. Even if you’re good friends he’d just stay by your side and have his eyes glued to you the entire time

-Don’t be mistaken though, Sunny definitely still has stalker-ish tendencies 

-He would take pictures of you on his own, but maybe if he needed to he’d steal a pic or two from Basil

-his love for you isn’t exactly a secret. his constant clinginess and red face is evidence of that.

-sometimes he’ll just wait outside his house hoping you walk by and ask him to hang out

-if you do end up hanging out, he’ll make sure you guys spend the whole day together.

-he’ll purposely be stubborn and quiet to draw time with you out sometimes

-since Sunny doesn’t really have anything else going for him he might rely on you a little too much

-he legit can’t lose you, it’s his new biggest fear

-he really wants to invite you over his house for a sleepover because he just wants to wake up from one of those nightmares and know it’s all okay

-unfortunately, Sunny might never find the words to properly invite you over

-very protective of you, 100%

-he’s always ready to slice someone when you need it <3

-like legit, he wouldn’t mind killing someone in front of you

-hopefully you don’t mind it, he never learns his lesson and his anger can’t be controlled when it comes between you and danger

-Sunny is also pretty touch-starved when it comes to you

-he won’t usually initiate most affection however, he’ll give you hugs on special occasions

- more often he’ll just stand very close to you and would even lean against your side when it’s just you and him

-so hopefully you can understand and turn around to give him a hug

-he’d probably start to shake and his entire face will glow red

-like, for real, he’ll be all emotionless and stuff but even the thought of being actually touched can send him into a flustered panic

-if you ever have to go away for a bit on a trip or something he’ll probably be stuck in his own head, only thinking about you

-just talk to him when you can, it’ll help in the long run, i promise

-and when he finally has to move away at first he might cry and have several panic attacks

-he’ll lash out at some people that get to close to him during that time, it’s just too much

-eventually, he might hide out with you, or even try to force you to run away with him

-he doesn’t want to be alone again, please don’t leave him

-he’ll do anything to stay with you, because he loves you

[yandere Kel x reader]

-he’s absolutely love-struck, pining over you at every moment

-he probably tried to model his relationship after Hero and Mari’s

-so when Mari dies, Kel will probably will go from pretty lovesick to full on intense yandere

-you’re pretty much the only thing that floats around in his head all day

-it’s always about what you did that day or what he wants to do with you, where you guys should hang out

-at that point, it annoys him when he starts thinking about something else

-Kel likes to think of you guys as basically married

-he isn’t completely delusional though, he understands what your guys’ relationship is

-his jealousy might spike and his patience for others will thin when you actually start dating though

-he’s never really thought about romantic feelings, so when he does, it makes him nervous that other people have those thoughts about you

-sometimes, if they really push it, he’ll even yell at his friends and family

-it’s not a big deal to him, Kel is just being a good boyfriend and making sure you’re safe

-he’ll still apologize to everyone, it just might take him awhile

-even when he does apologize, he’ll still see himself in the right

-it’s also fun to imagine Kel snapping at Aubrey’s gang if they pick a fight with you

-he love planning your future together, no matter how close or far it is

-he’s always really giddy to spend time with you

-Kel will usually wake up really early just to get ready for you, even if you’re just hanging at his house or something

-he’s mega clingy, he loves hugging you, holding your hand, he’ll even grab onto your arm and walk around like that for the rest of the day

-he’s completely ready to protect you though, trying his best to be as chivalrous as his brother

-it’s super cool if you try to protect him too, he’ll probably fall in love with you all over again

-i could see him as one of those guys that has a shrine dedicated to you

-he misses you a lot whenever you’re not by his side so he just wants a piece of you with him at all times

-but he won’t steal anything from you, it’s all things you’ve made for him or some of your things you’ve generously let him keep

-(also, small headcanon but if you handmake him a gift or write him a letter/poem he’ll melt into a pile of yandere goo)

-another thing he’d probably do is give you some of his personal items because the thought of you missing him as much as he misses you hurts him so much its almost physically painful

-besides, what’s his is also yours! it’s not like he’ll never see it again, he’s at your house all the time

-he can’t help but prefer you’re house! it’s just so... you!

-he’ll get embarrassed about his feelings for you, but no matter how strong they get he’ll never see anything wrong with them

-he just sees his feelings as completely average, even when the people close to him start pointing out his obsessive behavior

-he cares about his friends and family, of course he does!

-but for you, he’d do absolutely anything for you

[yandere Basil x reader]

-while Basil likes plants, he also reminds me of one

-when a plant needs light, it’ll leans towards the sun

-and well, you’re Basil’s sun of course! he can’t help but stick around you, he needs you to live

-unlike the others, you’ll probably be protecting him more

-not that he wants to put you in danger, but he can’t really protect you, let alone himself

-and Basil is not above picking fights if it means you’ll pay attention to him

-he’ll probably start being a little more dramatic with everything too

-he’ll cry so you take care of him and keep him inside

-Basil will then bring up the incident if you ever try to drag him outside

-he gets way more excited then he should when you break down and stay

-since he likes to take pictures, it’s pretty obvious he takes a lot of you

-he probably personalized a photo album personalized to match you

-The album is your favorite color, covered in stickers of your favorite things, and of course it’s filled to the brim with pictures of just you

-he also has plants that remind him of you

-Basil probably talks to the plants like they’re actually you, too

-and if you ever make a flower crown with the same type of flower that reminds him of you, his brain might stop working

-he’s just so glad you like those flowers, so much that you want to wear a flower crown with them

-and then if you wear flower crowns together, he won’t stop blushing until you take it off

-he’s happy to have something matching with you, he finally feels like he’s just a normal guy with a normal crush

-of course, right after he thinks that he takes, like, 20 photos of you for his album

-Basil is probably the most insecure out of the three

-he’s completely terrified from the thought of you suddenly distancing yourself

-it’s a little ironic considering he’d probably avoid all his other friends in favor of your company instead

-and honestly, he’d probably try to distance himself from you too

-but you’re just so special that if you breaking through Basil’s barriers is easier done than said, seriously

-he had a nice safe space starting and now that you’ve come and imposed on that, you’re a permanent part of that

-hell, you might even become the safe space!

-he now relies on every single one of your affections, all of you caring looks and smiles

-just stay by his side forever, let him be your number one priority

-he just can’t let anyone else have you, please just stay inside with him

-besides, it might be for the best

-the world is an absolutely terrifying place

-but Basil isn't scary, Basil is just your best friend!

-and you both can hide from the outside together

-always and forever <3

[nerdzzone]

Only For A Moment: November [part two]

Summary: A series of shorter one shots from Chris and Whitney’s life together throughout the pandemic. Some happy times, some harder times, some fluff and some things a little more sexy - they work through it all as they try to get settled in their new and blossoming relationship.

Chris Evans x OFC

18+

Part of the Once Bitten/More Hearts series

Only For A Moment: October + November [part one]

Note: Life is very hectic at the moment so this was edited quite quickly. I think I caught all the mistakes, but I’m sorry if there’s any accidentally left in.

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The photo shoot the next day went amazingly well. After being out of work for almost ten months, it took me a little while to get back into the swing of it, but I hit my stride quickly once I'd settled in. It helped that I was working with people who made my job almost effortless. Sebastian and Anthony had such good chemistry and were so good at what they do that we got through the day with no hiccups and I had more than enough photos to give Marvel what they'd asked for ten times over.

When I got back to the hotel room, I was in a great mood and it was made even better by the surprise for Chris that I had with me.

"Chris?" I called out as I walked into our large suite. "I'm back!"

He lifted an arm to wave from where he was sitting on the couch, his attention still fixed on the football game that was on the TV.

"How was the shoot?" He asked. "How are Mackie and Seb?"

I smiled, knowing he was about to be very excited as I answered him.

"Why don't you ask them yourself?"

That question got his attention and his head shot around to see what I was talking about. As his eyes landed on the two men standing behind me, a grin burst onto his face.

"No way!" He laughed as he leapt up to join us. "Hey, guys!"

All of us - Chris included - had been tested several times over the last few days to make sure that we were all virus free. There was obviously a small chance that one of us could have picked it up some time after one of the many negative results, but I was fairly confident that was pretty unlikely as we'd all been as careful as possible so I'd invited them over for a few drinks. Our hotel room was big enough for us to all keep our distance anyway and I knew that Chris would appreciate the chance to catch up with his friends.

They both greeted Chris before Anthony looked around the room.

"This place is nice!" He observed. "Marvel must love you, you could fit my room in here at least three times!"

"It's not Marvel who loves me," I smirked. "It's Chris - he upgraded our room."

There was a goofy grin on Chris' face as our two guests 'aww'd' in tandem.

"That was too cheesy," Anthony teased. "But man, don't you love me too? Where's my upgrade?"

"I'll get you next time," Chris laughed. "But to be honest, I thought you'd be staying with Sebastian now that you two are a power couple."

Sebastian snorted out a laugh, but Anthony nodded his head.

"I know, man! That's what I said, but Sebastian still won't tell me where he lives!"

"Because you're so obsessed with my couch that I'm worried you'll steal it!"

"Shouldn't buy yourself a five thousand dollar couch if you don't want people to talk about it," Anthony joked, making Sebastian roll his eyes.

"It didn't cost anywhere near that much money. You've never even seen it, I don't know where you got all these ideas from."

"When are you two getting married?" I interrupted with a smirk on my face as they both turned to look at me, their confusion clear. "Sorry, you've just been bickering like an old married couple all day. I was wondering when you were going to make it official."

"That's what we should be asking you two!" Anthony turned it around. "When did this happen anyway?"

"April," Chris answered, sliding his arm around my waist to pull me close. "After a month trapped in a house with me with no other options, she was finally desperate enough to give me a chance."

"That is not what happened," I laughed. "It was more just the fact that being trapped in a house together made us finally have some tough conversations that we'd never had the guts to have before."

"Well, I'm happy for you," Anthony grinned. "And some people owe me some money because I knew you'd get together eventually."

"Wait, you were betting on us?" Chris asked. "With who?"

"Not me," Sebastian was quick to interject, but Anthony just shrugged.

"There was a bunch of us in on it," he admitted. "Downey, Pratt, Renner, Hemsworth, Paul Rudd, Lizzie Olsen, and I think even the Russos. Someone was keeping track of it, I'll have to make some phone calls."

"I don't even want to hear about this," I laughed, shaking my head. I wasn't at all surprised, they were a tight crew and there was plenty of downtime on set for them to get up to all kinds of antics, but I had no desire to hear who was betting on our situation. "So, shall we have some drinks? What does everyone want? I figured we could just order from room service."

After a brief discussion on the matter, we ordered several beers for the men and a bottle of wine for me. It arrived with impressive speed - no doubt a perk of being with a group of celebrities in a penthouse suite - and we all settled around the living room, trying our best to keep some distance between us.

We chatted and caught up, discussing what we'd done to keep ourselves busy through lockdown and when things might start to be more normal - the usual pandemic conversations. The boys were just delving into some sports discussions that were totally lost on me when I received a message from Lisa saying that Grayson was having a bit of a moment and asked if I was able to call. It broke my heart to think of him missing us so I excused myself and did as she asked.

He was crying when she passed him the phone and I felt awful, immediately filled with guilt that we’d selfishly decided to stay in New York for the whole weekend. We would have arrived home quite late if we left right after the shoot, but as I couldn't remember the last time that he’d stayed overnight with someone other than Chris or I, it suddenly seemed cruel to have left him for so long.

He was in bed already, but unable to fall asleep so I chatted with him for a bit before singing him the lullaby that I'd been singing to him since he was born. It worked like a charm and once he was out, Lisa took the phone back.

"Is he doing okay?" I asked, fighting back tears of my own. "Has he been like this all day?"

"No, no, of course not!" She assured me. "He's been totally fine, we've had a great time. He just got a bit weepy as I was tucking him in."

"I'm glad he's been having fun," I sniffled. "I hate to think of him being upset."

"He's just fine, sweetheart," she insisted. "This will be good for all of you. It's good for him to get used to being away from you two and it must be nice for you two to have a break."

"It is," I admitted. "It just feels selfish when he's upset like that."

"Well, sometimes even us moms need to be a little selfish," Lisa laughed. "And selfishly on my part, it's been wonderful having him here."

I smiled, knowing she had been quite excited about their little sleepover.

"We really appreciate you taking him."

"It's absolutely my pleasure. Now, I'll let you get back to whatever you were doing and I will see you tomorrow."

"Thanks, Lisa. I'll message you when we're heading out so you know when to expect us."

She assured me that they'd be home whenever we arrived and we said our goodbyes before I headed back out to the living room.

"Everything okay?" Chris asked as soon as I sat down.

"Yeah, for the most part," I sighed. "Grayson just got a bit upset at bedtime, I guess. He was crying and wanted to talk to me, but he's fine now."

Sensing I was feeling a bit emotional about it, Chris reached out and squeezed my hand as Anthony spoke.

"I was hoping you'd bring the little man with you. How's he doing?"

I smiled as a grin burst onto Chris' face. He went into a long, somewhat boastful explanation of just how good Grayson was doing, informing them of his extensive dinosaur knowledge and his impressive skills on his bike. It was heartwarming to hear the pride in his voice as he spoke and it was even nicer to see Sebastian and Anthony's genuine interest in hearing about him.

"They grow so damn fast, don't they?" Anthony commented. "One day they can hardly move and then suddenly they're practically BMX champions."

"Oh, no," I shook my head. "It took a good five months for me to allow him to take his training wheels off. He won't be BMX-ing any time soon."

"Well, I hear things are always scarier with the first one," Sebastian pointed out. "Maybe your next one can be the extreme sports star."

"Yeah, that's a good point," Anthony agreed. "When are you having another?"

I tossed back my last sip of wine before letting out a laugh at that question and side-eyeing Chris as I poured myself another glass.

"Did Chris pay you to ask me that?"

"No!" Anthony laughed. "But it's been, what? Four years? Seems like it's about time for another."

Chris snickered as he took a swig from the bottle of beer he was drinking, clearly feeling validated by Anthony's comments, but I just shook my head.

"We've been together for less than a year," I reminded them. "That's hardly long enough to start thinking about another baby."

"Sure, it is," Anthony shrugged. "Maybe not if the relationship is brand new, but you already have one kid, what's the harm in throwing another in the mix?"

"And we already know that we can work together as parents through complicated situations."

I shot Chris a look after his interjection because I really didn't think his friends needed to be involved in a discussion like this, but Sebastian chimed in as the voice of reason.

"It's more complicated than that though, isn't it?" He asked. "Babies are stressful and can ruin a relationship if you're not ready for it."

"Exactly! Thank you, Seb."

"What does he know?" Anthony teased. "He's never had a baby."

I rolled my eyes as I sipped my drink, trying to ignore Chris' smug face.

"If you're such a big fan of the idea, Anthony, why don't you have more kids?"

"More? I already have four!" He laughed. "That's more than enough. Hell, after being in lockdown with them, you could have one of mine if you're not ready to have another of your own."

"I think we're good with one right now," I insisted with a smile. "At least until we see where this whole pandemic thing ends."

"Alright, alright, that's fair," Anthony relented. "But just remember when the time comes, Anthony is a solid name. Or even Antonia for a girl."

"Actually," I smirked. "I do quite like the name Sebastian."

Sebastian barked out a laugh over Anthony's protests as Chris came up with a compromise.

"Sebastian Anthony Evans?" He suggested.

"Can you imagine?" I giggled. "Your fans would lose their minds. You'd have to raise him together, you could make a reality show out of it."

"That's a money making opportunity right there," Anthony grinned. "You just let me know when you need me to show up."

"As entertaining as that sounds, it won't be any time soon," I insisted before changing the subject. "What about you, Sebastian? How's your love life going? Any babies on the horizon?"

His cheeks instantly tinged pink at the attention being flipped onto him as he answered the question and Anthony’s teasing shifted to him.

-

About an hour later, after our guests left, I found myself stretched out on the couch with my head in Chris' lap as he ran his fingers through my hair. It felt so good that I was resisting the urge to purr like a happy cat when Chris distracted me with a question.

"How was the shoot?" He asked. "I just realized that I never got an answer."

"It was great," I smiled up at him. "It felt weird at first after being away for so long, but Sebastian and Anthony are such goofs. It helped me relax and get back into it."

I felt his body shake as he chuckled, no doubt knowing his friends well enough to imagine the antics they got up to.

"I'm glad it went well. Maybe now there's more projects starting up, you'll start getting more job offers again and you won't have to go so long without doing it."

"Oh, I've had plenty of job offers," I admitted. "But most of them I'd have to travel for or they just seem too risky."

Chris was clearly surprised by that confession as I hadn't mentioned any of the proposals I'd received to him, but it didn't seem important when I'd never even considered taking any of the jobs.

"Why didn't you tell me about it?" He asked. "We could have worked something out and made it happen."

"Because I didn't want to accept any of the offers," I assured him. "I don't feel super comfortable flying around the country right now and most of them had pretty half-assed safety protocols in place. This was the first one that was close by and had a clear and thorough safety plan. Marvel wanted me for Wandavision too, but I would’ve had to go to L.A. and I didn't feel great about that."

Chris frowned, his fingers pausing momentarily in my hair as he mulled over my answer.

"I get it, that's solid reasoning," he nodded. "But I'm sorry you've had to make decisions like that. I know you love what you do."

"So do you," I shrugged. "So do a lot of people who are currently out of work. I've got it pretty good, I try to focus on that."

"Sure, but that doesn't mean you aren't allowed to miss things too," Chris insisted before letting out a sigh. "Do you ever worry that things won't ever get back to normal?"

As I looked up at him and saw the melancholy look on his face, I felt a wave of vulnerability wash over me.

"Not really," I admitted. "I worry more about what will happen when they do..."

"Oh?" Chris raised an eyebrow. "How come?"

"Well, don't get me wrong, I don't want anyone to get sick anymore and I don't want any more people to die. I want to see my family again and meet my nephew and I want Grayson to be able to go to school and make friends," I prefaced my statement. "But for us, it's been really nice. We've been able to figure each other out and build our relationship without anything else interfering and I just worry that when things go back to normal, it won't work."

The hurt that flashed across Chris' face made my chest tighten. I hadn't meant to upset him, but it was foolish of me to think that my doubts wouldn't be hard to hear.

"You don't think we'll stay together when the lockdowns are all done?"

"No, that's not what I meant!"

"Well, that's what you said..."

"I said it was something I worry about," I clarified. "And I do. It'll be a lot harder when we're both working again."

"It's one thing to think it'll be harder," Chris scowled. "It's another to think we can't make it work. Are you planning on running at the first sign of trouble?"

Feeling the panic bubbling inside me, I pulled my head out of Chris' lap and sat up so I was facing him. I did want to run away in that moment - his harsh tone hurting my feelings and making my defences bubble to the surface - but I reminded myself of how avoiding our problems had worked for us in the past and tried to stay calm and explain myself.

"I'm not going to run away, Chris," I assured him. "And I don't really appreciate the way you're speaking to me right now. You asked a question and I explained my feelings, but instead of wanting to talk through that, you're immediately getting upset. I'm allowed to have concerns and all you're doing right now is making them worse."

Despite my frustrations, I kept my voice calm as I spoke and it seemed to have the desired effect as the tension in Chris' body eased slightly.

"Sorry, you're right," he sighed. "I just thought we've been doing so well, I'm surprised that you still have doubts."

"We're just living in such a bubble right now," I pointed out. "When everything goes back to normal and we're both back at work more, we'll be so busy. Balancing that with making sure Grayson gets enough of our attention, it might not leave much time for us and that would strain any relationship."

"It'll be more of a challenge than it is now," Chris agreed, his words spoken cautiously as if they were carefully chosen. "But most parents struggle with balancing their relationship with time spent with their kids. We'll just have to make the effort."

"But we have more to cope with than most parents."

He looked skeptical of that claim.

"How so?"

"Well, you'll be away a lot once you start filming things again," I reminded him, knowing that his next project had plans to film in L.A. and Europe. "And you'll be surrounded by beautiful, smart, talented women who I pale in comparison to."

"That’s not true, but regardless, I won't even look at them twice." His voice was firm and for a moment I worried that he was annoyed again, but as he took my hand in his and lifted his eyes to meet mine, he just seemed sincere. "I love you, Whitney. I only want to be with you."

"I know, I do, I know that. I love you too and I trust you, but I guess it just still feels like you being in love with me is too good to be true."

"I don't think that you do know," Chris insisted. "I'm completely committed to you. I know it's only been a few months, but it's been some of the best months of my life. What we've been doing - you, me and Grayson just hangin’ out and being a family - it's what I've been dreaming of since he was born, it's what I've always wanted. I can't imagine a future without you in it, I don't even want to think about it. I love you and I love the life we're building together."

I felt my eyes grow glassy as he spoke, my heart melting at his words.

"Wow," I murmured quietly. It was a lame response to such heartfelt words, but I was trying to process everything he’d said and, after a moment of staring into his beautiful eyes, I choked out a laugh. "That almost sounded like a proposal."

Chris chuckled and nodded his head.

"I know. Even I wondered where I was going with that for a minute there," he admitted. "It wasn't, but it's all true. I'm in this for as long as you'll have me."

He lifted my hand up to place a kiss on my knuckles and I suddenly felt ridiculous for having any doubts.

"I feel the same," I assured him. "I really do. I don't want you to think that I'm not as invested in this as you are. I just like how things are now and thinking about it changing scares me."

"It'll be different, but we can make it work."

I smiled and crawled into his laps, letting my knees rest on either side of his thighs.

"I guess I've just been spoiled these last few months," I mused, pressing a soft kiss on his lips. "I don't want to share you with the world, I want you all to myself."

Chris chuckled as our foreheads rested against each other.

"You really are clingy," he teased. "I always thought I'd be the needy one in this relationship."

"Shut up," I giggled, pressing our lips briefly together again. "And for the record, all those sweet, wonderful things you just said aren't getting you any closer to convincing me we should have another baby yet."

Chris' head fell backwards as a laugh burst from his chest.

"Alright, alright, well, it was worth a shot," he smirked. "But seriously, that's how confident I am in us. It wouldn’t even scare me if we did because I know we can handle it."

I smiled even though I probably didn't share quite that much confidence in our future. I wouldn't bet against us, but I wasn't ready to bring a baby into a situation that might not be such smooth sailing in a few months.

"We have to think about Grayson too though," I pointed out. "He's had a lot to deal with the last few months, a lot of big changes. Throwing a sibling at him on top of everything else might be a little bit cruel."

"That's true," Chris relented, looking a bit defeated for a moment until a smile slid onto his face. "He'll be such a good big brother though. He'll be so excited to teach him everything he knows."

"Him?" I questioned, raising an eyebrow. "We're going to have another boy, are we?"

"Him or her," Chris shrugged. "I'd be happy either way."

I couldn't help, but smile at his enthusiasm. It was a nice thought even if it was clearly a more distant fantasy for me than it was for Chris.

"One day," I assured him. "I love you, Chris."

"I love you too."

With a strength that never ceased to amaze me, he then stood from the couch, lifting me up with him. I wrapped my legs around his waist, giggling at the impressive feat as he carried me to our bedroom where we spent the rest of the night showing some physical appreciation and love for each other.

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December

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[ameliasbitvh]

ahhhh! thank you all soso much for the 300 followers! i just hit 200 last week?! how are there 300 of you? i honestly don’t know, but i started this account as a place to just read smut and then i decided to post on here. the reason why my first post was angst was because i was being a slut for angst to feel something in those few moments- okay i’ll stop myself right there. for this milestone i’m going to do mutual appreciation for the moots i’ve interacted with the most so far! (if we’re moots and u wanna interact pls do, i’m not scary!)

okayy first up,

@underappreciated-spoon-321

i love you so much bby, i could not believe it when you followed me. i was legit crying happy tears and i specifically remember you followed me after i posted “needy” random lol.

your writing is immaculate, absolutely lovely. ur smut *chefs kisses* i love that you put up with my shit photos that i send you and that you actually ask for more- but it baffled me when you first interacted with me, this was my reaction

*deep breath* “omfg! (ur username) just interacted with me, wtf do i do?!” also ur nick name reminds me of belly from dear, draco.

i’m not writing a lot, bc for your sleepover i wrote you a damn paragraph 😭 but i love u sm belly!! 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

@dracoskinks

ARI! i love talking to you, bc i can talk about anything and when i say anything i mean anything. like kinks, porn, random draco scenarios, etc… you are one of the funniest people i have seen on this app.

ur blunt and funny at the same time, it just makes it more fun to talk to you. ur smut is soso good, bc i don’t find a lot of smut with a dom!reader and sub!draco.

i remember you followed me, so out of curiosity i checked out your blog and saw your piss kink fic and that did it for me. after that i followed you back and we became moots ajnwja. when ur first account got terminated you scared me so fucking much, because i thought you were going to leave tumblr forever. don’t. ever. play. like. that. again. i’m glad we became moots bc i fucking love you <3

@opalsheart

I LOVE YOU SM! i think u were the first moot that i interacted with in direct messages, bc you had tea to spill, and ever since than we’ve been #4lifers. you send me edits and hate on t*m felton with me on instagram. you were the first mutual to know what i looked like lmaoo. u r an absolute goddess, bestie, like what- i know that you can pull anyone you want, so stop playing when you talk about someone.

even though we have a fucking 12 hour time difference, we still find time to talk to each other. it is so fun talking with you and the fact that when we talk it’s night for one of us. you let me send that stupid tik tok of ed sheeran and t*m felton to you and it probably haunts your dreams now ajnwajsj-

i appreciate that you study ur MF ass off for your exams, bc i could never. and you even send me those cute memes when i wake up- also we better be watching those true crime documentaries, bc i’m still waiting. idc if we have a time difference :) anyways ILY SM ELLIE !! <3

@laceycallisto

okay- where do i even get started with this. we first interacted when i reblogged that draco fan fic and we reblogged talking about how desperate we were trying to find that iconic fic. and i forgot that the creator could see all the reblogging we were doing- you texted me directly about adding my name into your tags, which obviously i agreed to. then we just started talking about random shit like how we were superior because we were june geminis. or how we talked about being in love with remus lupin.

i have vivid flash backs of how your remus fic hurt me. i cried my false lashes off proof reading janajaj- bestie- you’ve seen me cry ajnwja- your writing is ethereal, i don’t know how you can see that? your so nice too, like girly u gave me ur netflix within like a day of knowing each other 💀 we watched bridgerton in two mother fucking sittings. we ate that bridgerton hoe up!

all ur input on the scenes were so funny like the “with child” and “dicking” comments 😭 i love how it’s so easy to talk to you about everything, like how dumb i am- even talking about the privilege of being poc and not burning in the sun. bruh u even let me tag u in dumb tik tok videos, like what?! and i think your the only mutual i have that’s in the same time zone as me… also we better binge the next season. but ily sm, ur like my older sister, even if u say ur life is shitty 😭 <3

@dracomalfoys-wh0re

honestly, kacia. i owe a lot to you for my account being “found” or whatever, bc you reblogged a fic of mine, i’m pretty sure it was “common room” and that’s when i started getting notes and followers najajwjwj- you might not know that but i do 💀 i will forever remember that.

you literally were one of the first accounts ever- to follow me. and i won’t lie, i went crazy when u followed me because i love your fics so much! you are so funny and blunt too i swear 😭

and can we talk about your tom riddle fic? like?!the fact that you really showed tom’s true personality and character. every world had me enthralled further into the fic, the way you wrote him is exactly how i think tom riddle would act towards his s/o. his toxicity and gaslighting is too accurate.

moving on from the discussion of your fic, which is amazing, ily sm babe!!

@yoooespinosa

we’ve interacted a few times and when u texted me directly saying that you thought i was sweet, i literally went, “omg- people think i’m sweet” in a good way, not bad jkwajjw- can i just get started on your writing, because oh. my. fucking. god. it is the most captivating and heart breaking thing i’ve ever seen- the emotions that you put into every word completes the entire fic. every angst piece that you have written, made me cry or made something inside me just twist with sadness. it is truly lovely and magnificent.

how do ur fics not get thousands of notes? because everyone should see what you write, it’s unfair that others haven’t seen your fics. when u explained your dream to me, i swear you practically wrote a whole fic 😭

i remember u said that you wanted to do a face reveal, but we’re scared. bestie what are you scared of? you look like an ANGEL!! and if anyone were to disagree, they are obviously blind. but ily bestie <3

@o-rion-sta-r

BESTIE BAE ORION i love you so much!interacting with you is honestly so fun. and i remember like literally yesterday we were trying to figure out ari’s time zone and we were freaking out. you, ari, and me all have a fucking time difference 😭 it sucks so much!

at least every day you ask me how my days been and i think that’s so sweet, because before i got on tumblr people didn’t ask that question. i appreciate that you ask me that and just random questions in general, because i love interacting with you so much. and you should start writing bby! i will reblog anything you write, also ily sm <3

@ilygw

we don’t talk a lot, but you seem like a fun person! i love seeing all the edits you post on here, bc honestly i need more ferret boy content. i know there is a lot, but i feel like i’ve seen all of them. until i see you posting a new edit and i’m like, “okay… i guess i haven’t seen every draco edit” but that’s all i have lol, ly!!

@arcaneslut

to be honest, you seemed so intimidating to me. i know you said you’re not, but to me you seemed really scary even though i knew you weren’t 😭 i just interacted with you recently and you are so sweet i swear! i love all ur fics, especially “and then i felt nothing” because when i read this fic you better believe i was crying so hard- to the point where i couldn’t breath- everything was written so beautifully, i couldn’t believe it.

i love how one thing we share in common is losing our phones 💀 but i just wanted to say thank you for explaining the whole sleepover and celebration things to me! even tho we just started interacting i already love u!!

moots bc i’m in love with all of them: @just-a-smol-spoon @dreamy-clousds @dracoskinks @unedibledaisyduck @thatsassyhufflepuff @a-aexotic @l0vely-lupin @gothboutique @wolfstar4lifee @littlemissnoname13 @deatthfairy @arcaneslut @ladyvesuvia @laceycallisto @dracossweetprincess @the-lonely-poet-loves-to-weep @realityblocked @harmqnia @yoooespinosa @opalsheart @lilscloud @cupids-crystals @mellifluousart @lunas-kisses @malfoysmainb @klauscarolove @crystxlss @beforeoursunsets @marrymetheonott @queeriacs @electriclocean @dlmmdl @o-rion-sta-r @sfdlm @ilygw @desiredmalfoy @underappreciated-spoon-321 @draco-and-tom @hellounicorn @mugglesthesedays @dracomalfoys-wh0re

if i didn’t tag u it’s bc i can’t tag more than 50 blogs :(

[lunarifie]

Not very popular but very specific headcanons for the hollow #2

(Ill keep updating this and part 1)

Part 1

Vanessas really into theater. She just loves being the center of attention. And it isn’t necessarily a bad thing.

She gets Kai into theater too after catching him singing a song from a musical and acting it out well.

They’re both really great at acting but Kai’s anxiety is the worst when it comes to going onstage. Many panic attacks have been caused due to this. But he wouldn’t trade theater for the world, he’s honestly glad Vanessa pressured him into it.

Reeve does photography. He takes the best photos of his friends and gets pissed off when they can't take a good photo of him. He lends his old cameras to Kai as extra parts.

Miras in a book club and in an organization to save the planet and help animals. Shes probably the most well adjusted individual in the group.

Mentioned in the other post Adam’s dad is a science teacher but I forgot to mention he teaches Adam’s grade.

Skeet does track and field.

Vanessa and Kai both know French and definitely talk shit in front of everyone just for laughs.

There's times where the whole group has party sleepovers where they all gather up. (Usually at Kai's house because I mean look at all that room) And do a bunch of stupid shit. Like slide across the marble floors in socks or bake a huge cake. Binge watch a random series and play Mario cart. Just friend things.

Reeve actually really likes anime, including Mira, and they binge watch shows together all the time.

Mira and Reeve are secretly in the anime club at their school.

Mira and Vanessa definitely have girl sleep overs where they watch stupid movies and do each others nails and make up as they summon a being from the underworld.

Because Adams mom owns a diner he’s picked up a few things cooking wise. He’s the best chef in the group and likes to test out new recipes with his mom and friends.

Kai grew up on a strict plain diet from his parents. Eventually when they gave up on him he forgot to eat a lot. Of course when Davis came in the picture he had Kai eating again but he was also pretty strict on eating healthy. Not as bad as his parents but still. when Kai met up with Adam and Mira for the first time at the donut shop. That was Kais first time eating a donut and now it's his comfort food.

Kai cannot ride a bike. Was never taught. The hollow kids learn this and they just spend a day trying to teach him.

Kai and Vanessa bond over tech. The only difference is that Kai is into building tech and Vanessa is into coding/improving tech.

Mira has a bunch of plants and frogs. She just gives that vibe. She names every plant and frog something cute or weirdly chaotic. She named a few plants and frogs after her friends :)

Vanessa’s parents don’t allow her to have pets. But if they did I think she’d get a talking bird or a lizard.

Kai’s parents also never let him have a pet, but because they abandoned him, Davis allowed him to have one. Kai eventually gets a chicken because he wants to get over his fear of Mabel.

Adam has his dog puddles, which is canon. He got puddles when he was around 10 meaning if puddles lives up to 14 Adam will be 24.

Before Kai gets a pet whenever they go and visit Adam at his house. Him and Vanessa always calls Puddles serotonin. Due to dogs releasing serotonin chemicals in the brain. Adam hates it because he's scared that puddles will eventually stop responding to his name and start responding to serotonin. (He finds it absolutely hilarious though being a science nerd but he would never admit it.)

Reeves grandma is an old cat lady so he’s grown fond of cats and has a bunch in him and his grandmas home. Hes the type to call them ‘lil shits’ and just bully them in an affectionate way.

Skeet would definitely get a turtle as a joke but then get attached and name him speedy.

Vanessa's mom is a fashion designer, she picked up a thing or two. She's the go to person when you want fashion advice. She also knows a bit of sewing.

Everyones in their sophomore/Junior year of high school, everyone being 15-16 excluding Kai who’s 14 and skipped a grade.

Skeet knows how to skateboard, this is a pretty common headcanon but I like to think he taught Mira to skate as well.

Skeet surprisingly gives very good advice.

Reeve gives his friends royalty mocking nicknames.

Adam: King (duh) “don’t you know, you apparently always have to give the king what he wants.”

Mira: handmaiden (because she takes care of them all) “why thank you handmaiden.”

Vanessa: highness (because shes ‘high maintenance) “Im sorry but you cant get everything you want your highness.”

Kai: Jester, (we all know why) “we’ll just have Kai juggle like the jester he is.”

Skeet: The royal Advisor (bc he gives good advice) “Listen idk shit go ask the royal advisor or smth.”

He always uses it as a way to tease them but they’ve accepted their roles proudly.

Weirdy’s main job is hosting for game shows but he owns a mini restaurant/music venue as a side job.

When Reeve, Skeet, and Kai band together to start a prank war. The world is going to end.

Fire powers in the hollow is really difficult for players to learn to control with their memories wiped. Its really powerful, but most players don’t figure it out and when they do its too hard to learn how to use it. So not many people pick it. Thats why Kai loves it, because even if he figures it out a bit later in the game, he still learns it quicker than most people so it somethings he’s proud of. Which is why the fact that Nisha (the other fire user on the other team in season 2) got it so easily bugged him.

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part 2 of satoglad headcanons even tho it's 3am because i can

| ash is strong as hell and loves to randomly pick gladion up bridal style. throwback to the time he caught gladion during that ultra beast mission but anyway gladion shrieks every time and it’s hilarious

| they’re always holding hands or touching somehow it’s ridiculous

| ALL THE TAPUS TOTALLY SHIP THEM

| every time one of them gets hurt the other goes insane. which is pretty often especially with ash

| ash has these monthly video calls with all his friends on specific days. the first time he introduced gladion to them they were all super excited

| may and dawn are their biggest shippers

| they’re always trying to impress the other and be ‘good enough’ even though it’s unnecessary because they both think the other is amazing

| they cry over sad shows together

| whenever they have a group sleepover they would sneak out to chat under the night sky and then fall asleep together instead of in their separate sleeping bags. eventually the others just expect it and leave space for them to squeeze together

| delia and lusamine embarrass the hell out of their sons with old photos and stories. lillie joins in and gladion wonders what he did to deserve this life

| gladion calls ash those super endearing nicknames like sweetheart, my prince, darling, my love etc and ash melts every time

| ash usually just calls him glads but he’s the only one allowed to call him that

| gladion’s the little spoon i take no criticism

| gladion has a shit sleep schedule and ash for some reason can survive off like five hours of sleep so they’re always up together

| also, you don’t wake gladion from his sleep. he’ll attack you like rowlet does. ash learned that the hard way

| ash: i’m at soup

gladion: WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU’RE AT SOUP???

| ash will be like FEAR ME and gladion just sighs adoringly

| gladion: what an idiot… wAIT THAT’S MY IDIOT

| also the falling out of the sky trend totally continues

| ash is all for cheesy pickup lines and gladion groans every time

| ALSO HAVE I MENTIONED THAT THEY ARE A POWER COUPLE AND CAN FUCK ANYONE UP ANYTIME YET BECAUSE THEY TOTALLY ARE

| when either of them have nightmares the other will sing them to sleep while holding them

| ash introduces gladion to traditional kanto food and gladion falls in LOVE. mallow adds it to her menu because of it

| gladion says i love you first, but super quietly that ash thought he misheard him. he doesn’t respond for a while and gladion internally panics

| gladion seems like a coffee person but he’s a tea guy and ash knows his order by heart

| gladion’s a lightweight so half the time ash just remains sober to take care of him

| ash always has so many stories from his travels and they become gladion’s bedtime stories LOL. hearing ash’s voice helps him sleep easier

| gladion’s an apple juice guy and ash is an orange juice guy. yes they fight about it

| gladion seems like a cat person but he’s a dog person and ash seems like a dog person but he’s a cat person. that’s also why they fell for each other’s personalities LMAO