#I remember back in myyyyy day

[trollocs-ooc]

bruh i was right with the unpublished"god is dead and ooc blogs were a mistake" post. I think we woulda all been better off had we just had interacted in character and not as people and im being fr

[gnc-tits]

ugh im so embarassed still like this is why angry girls on testosterone need to eat…………..like i was hangry…..

[jungle-angel]

hi mary! could i please get listening about their day whilst lightly massaging the knots in their back with rip! please and thank you!🤍

RACHEL DAHLING OF COURSE!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am so sorry this is so late in coming but here it is!!! (lol).

"Oooooh myyyyy Goood," you groaned pleasurably, your voice muffled by the couch cushions.

"Hope I'm gettin it all," Rip chuckled.

"Tell me a story Daddy," you laughed.

Rip told you everything he could possibly remember about his day, about the goings on with the hands, the successes and fuckups that happened along the way.

"And that is the last fuckin time I let Ryan reach inside a cow and turn the calf," he laughed.

"Oh God that's disgusting!" you exclaimed.

"Ya'll don't know the half of it mommas," Rip chuckled. "Both of us still reek."

You listened to your husband while he rubbed the kinks and knots out of your shoulders, not caring in the least how mundane it was. You were only too glad to hear it, especially after a long day.

[emimii]

hello aaaaaa i love your stuff its literally the cutest and i cannot stand it

I was wondering if you could do a jelly and jenny drawing or interaction... i hc they are like, friends w benefits bc they have been friends since forever and experimented n stuff, and still do sometimes, but in reality they are just good friends. Im curious to hear ab your hcs w them!

THANK U SM! ! it means a lot that u find my stuff cute <3

my personal hcs belowww

here is myyyyy jenny and jelly, ive always assumed they were like two middle aged ladies who hung out and gossiped together to me but i never thought abt the friends w benefits thing tbh, its totally possible though these kitty cats r FREAKY!!!

one big headcanon ive always had specifically for jenny was like, before moving on to training mice and roaches she was a previous jellicle protector/fighter type and probably taught munkustrap what he knows, i think it adds to the old gumbie cat as well bcuz hes singing abt his mentor!! the lady who taught him all he knows!!

i definitely think jelly and jenny have had a looooong friendship and frequently look back on their youth, probably telling stories to younger cats and kittens and a lot of them are crazy like “oh jenny my dear remember those days youd beat every tom in the scrapyard in an arm wrestle?” and jenny just giggles and is like “my…. that was so long ago ^^;”

i think personally if jenny is physical damage, jellylorum is psychological damage bcuz she’d be one of those aunties that r good at finding the best words to make you feel the worst sometimes but she has good intentions and tends to use it for good esp w jenny keeping her in check so like,,, power duo!!

[harleybeaumont]

Maxwell's Jolly Holiday Pt. 2

Book - The Royal Romance AU

Pairings -Liam x Maxwell

Synopsis- This story gives a glimpse into Maxwell’s high school days at an all boys school where he joins the drama club and performs in his first play. This is set as a prequel to my fic, Unintentional, but can definitely be read as a standalone fic too! This ‘one shot’ has taken on a life of its own and will probably end up being 3 parts.

Warnings- swearing, some crude language, a few homophobic comments from bullies

Word count- 4,150

Catch up here.

Part 2 - Like Somethin’ is Brewin’, About to Begin

The following week was exhausting and exciting as Maxwell began rehearsal and studying his lines. He had made several new friends and actually had someone to sit with at lunch time. But all too soon it was time for his usual Sunday afternoon phone call/scolding from Bertrand. He had learned how to tune Bertrand out and just respond based on the tone of voice he was currently using. He lay on his bed, reading over his lines while Bertrand was using his ‘disappointed voice’. Max had completely checked out, robotically responding with “you’re right” and “I’ll try to work on that.”

After a while, Bertrand cleared his throat, “are you even listening to me?!”

“Hmm?” Max snapped back to attention, “I mean, yes, of course.”

“What was I saying?”

Max thought for a minute and stretched out on the bed, “you were talking about.. my grades?”

“Wrong.”

“Myyyyy stunning good looks?”

“No.”

“Um… wait I remember! You were saying that the Duke of Karlington used his dessert spoon instead of his soup spoon?”

Bertrand stammered, “W-what sort of oddly specific blather is that?! And there is no way that a Duke would confuse a soup spoon with a dessert spoon! They aren't even beside one another on the place setting for goodness sake!!”

Max couldn’t help but chuckle, “Sorry, it just seemed like something you’d say.”

“Get serious. I didn’t send you to the most elite finishing school in Europe so you could fool around. I sent you so that you could grow up and learn to make something of yourself.”

“Ya right..” Max said under his breath.

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“You sent me because you wanted to get rid of me.”

Bertrand heaved a long sigh, “not this again.”

“Everybody knows it! Why else would you send me to an all boys boarding school hours away from home? I was going to a perfectly good school in Ramsford and had decent grades and a ton of friends!”

Bertrand raised his voice, “To get you a proper education with no distractions!”

Maxwell sat up on the bed, gripping the phone tighter. “Distractions? What, like my friends?! You thought I’d fit in better with the snobs at this place?!”

Bertrand sighed again and Max could tell he was pinching the bridge of his nose the way their father always did when he was annoyed with him. “Maxwell, don't be ridiculous! I sent you to an all boys school because you are of a.. certain age, and being around females is distracting! Soon you’ll be driving and taking women out on dates.  I don’t want your budding hormones getting in the way of your education.”

Maxwell burst into laughter, “well you’re a few years too late on that one Bert.”

“What?! What do you mean?”

“Maybe you should've had this conversation with me when I was like.. twelve. I’m sixteen now, bro. The hormones have been running rampant for a while!” Max wiped a tear away as he continued to laugh, “And not to burst your bubble, but sending me to an all boys school was about the worst thing you could have done if you didn’t want me distracted!”

Bertrand was flabbergasted on the other line, “What are you saying? I don’t understand.”

“Are you really serious right now?”

“Maxwell, you know I hate when you do this. Just spit it out!”

Maxwell shook his head, “I’m gay, you idiot!”

Bertrand remained silent for a moment and scoffed, “Stop being foolish. This is not amusing.”

“Wow, thanks a lot for your support. I just came out to my brother and he calls me a fool. Good talk, Bertrand. Bye.”

“Wait! Wait!” Bertrand interrupted. “Why are you saying this? Are you trying to upset me?”

“I’m trying to point out what I thought had been painfully obvious for the past few years. I. Am. Gay.”

Bertrand once again went silent on the other line. So long so, that Maxwell thought he hung up. “Are you being serious, Maxwell? How can you be sure?”

Max ran a hand down his face and lay back on his pillows, “I don’t know how to tell you this any more clearly. I like boys. I am attracted to boys. I am not attracted to girls. Seriously, how did you not know this?”

“Well.. you’re still young. Maybe you just haven’t met the right girl yet. Maybe you’re just confused.”

“Don’t. Just.. no. Don’t do that.” The brothers remained silent for a long time until Max spoke up again. “I get it if you need some time to process or whatever, but I have to go.”

“Right. Uh, I’ll let you get back to studying,” Bertrand said quietly.

Feeling like he had nothing to lose at this point Max said, “Oh I’m not studying. I’m reading my lines. I auditioned for the school play, and I actually got one of the lead roles.”

“The school play? How will you have time to do your actual studies if you’re playing around on stage?!”

Max felt tears prick the corner of his eyes. He wasn’t sure why he assumed Bertrand would be proud of him. It’s not like Bertrand was ever proud of Max, but it still stung just the same. “Oh you didn’t know?! That’s just something that us gays do! Ya, once you come out, you have to audition for a school play. Bonus points if you get to kiss a guy on stage!”

“Maxwell..” Bertrand sighed.

Tears streamed down his cheeks, and even though he wanted to cry, he forced his words out. “No! I’m done talking to you! I don’t know why I ever assumed that you would approve of anything I do! Even when you’re not here to scold me on a daily basis, you still make me feel like shit!”

Maxwell hung up the phone and tossed it across the room. Putting his pillow over his face, he cried until he drifted into a dreamless sleep. 

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Over the next few weeks, Max ignored any and all phone calls and texts from Bertrand, instead focusing completely on the play. He was amazed at how naturally it all came to him. He always knew he was good at dancing, but acting was like a hidden gem deep inside of him that had been unearthed. He loved it.

While in the lunchroom one day, Max, Eddie, and the other theater kids were talking animatedly about the upcoming play.

“So a couple of the chicks from the girls' school are coming to the next rehearsal," Eddie said, smacking on a carrot stick. “It’ll be like the real deal having everyone together on stage.”

“Oh that's great!” Max smiled. “I hope they’re nice.”

Just then, his phone vibrated repeatedly. He snuck it out of the pocket of his uniform pants and checked it under the table. Liam. It wasn’t like him to call in the middle of a school day. Hopefully nothing was wrong. Max leaned forward to answer the call as discreetly as possible.

“Liam?”

“Hey Max!”

“What’s going on? Did something happen?!”

Liam chuckled, “Nothing’s wrong! Sorry if I worried you! I just wanted to tell you something.”

“Whew! Not gonna lie, I thought someone had died!!” Maxwell felt like he could finally breathe again. “So what’s up?” Maxwell felt a tap on his shoulder and when he spun around, his jaw dropped. “OMG! What are you doing here!?”

“Surprise!” Liam was standing before him with two palace guards on either side, scanning the room.

Maxwell jumped up and threw his arms around his best friend, holding him tightly. “It’s so good to see you!”

By that time, everyone in the cafeteria was turned to see Maxwell Beaumont hugging the Prince of their nation. Liam and Maxwell, however, only seemed to notice each other. Max grinned, looking him up and down. Liam seemed like he had gotten taller since the last time he saw him a few months ago, and his hair was longer and a little shaggier. He looked good. Really good. Max felt the butterflies return to his stomach in full force.

Liam grinned, “So I may have pulled some strings and gotten you relieved from your classes for the rest of the day.”

“Score!” Max beamed and pulled Liam down next to him at their table. He introduced Liam to his theater friends who were flabbergasted that the prince was actually talking to them. Eddie asked, “Why didn’t you tell us you’re friends with Prince Liam?”

Max shrugged, “It never came up!”

Eddie laughed, “Well damn.. I guess that’s true. You friends with any other nobles? The Queen of England perhaps?”

Max thought for a moment. “Well my brother is the Duke of Ramsford and I’m kind of acquainted with the Duchess of Lythikos, although she may or may not hate me-”

“Hold it, hold it..” Eddie froze. “Your brother is a Duke? So you’re noble too?!”

Max shrugged and the rest of the theater group gawked at him. Suddenly everyone around them was whispering and lobbing questions at the younger Beaumont. “Why didn’t you tell us? Are you rich? Are you gonna be a Duke one day? How big is your duchy? Do you have an arranged marriage?”

“Whoa guys, chill!” Max held up his hands attempting to calm everyone down. 

The next statement he heard made him sick to his stomach. “So that’s why he got the lead role.”

Maxwell turned around to see Jason, one of the boys who had teased him before his audition weeks ago. His mouth fell open, but he couldn’t make a sound. 

Eddie stood up and rolled his eyes. “Jason, fuck off.”

Jason got closer and stared down at Eddie who was about a foot shorter than him. “You wanna make me, nerd?”

Liam jumped up and held his hands in front of him, “Ok everyone, let's calm down.” His guards were mere inches away, ready to intervene if needed. “If there’s an issue here why don’t we try to solve it calmly?”

Jason scoffed, “Your Highness, I was simply pointing out that Beaumont clearly only got the lead role because he’s a Lord and best friends with you.” He rolled his eyes, “Do you know how many of us were there to audition? It’s not fair that we didn’t get an equal chance just because we're not noble.”

Eddie scowled at him, “You weren’t there to audition! You just wanted to hook up with the lead actress! And no one even knew Max was a noble then!”

“I'm sure the teachers did!” Jason said, “I think we should all get to audition again.”

“You don’t give a shit about this play!” Eddie raised his voice, “Stop being an asshole, just to be an asshole!”

“We’ll see what the parents think about this blatant favoritism the faculty is showing Beaumont. I know mine won’t be happy. They’ve donated lots of money to this school and how are they being repaid?”

Maxwell had reached his boiling point by then. He stood up and said, “Fine! If you want to audition, talk to Mr. Eldore, but there is no way you’ll get the part. You can't even remember to zip up your fly, much less memorize an entire script!”

Jason looked down at his open pants zipper and the theater group burst into laughter. He quickly zipped his pants and stormed away, still fuming. 

“That was fucking hilarious, man!” Eddie clapped Maxwell on the back. 

Maxwell felt a swell of pride. He wasn’t sure if that was the last he was going to hear about the whole Jason incident, but he shut him up and it felt great. 

“Now that that’s been taken care of..” Liam grinned ear to ear. “..I would love it if Max could show me around. I’ve never even been to school before. All I have are private tutors.” 

“Yes!” Maxwell took Liam’s hand and enthusiastically started leading him away. 

Liam chuckled and waved behind him to the theater group, “It was nice meeting all of you!”

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Maxwell led Liam through the halls of his school, trying to ignore the whispers and stares of the other students who gawked at the Prince. He showed him his fencing club practice area, the stables where his horse resided, and a few of his classrooms. But Maxwell was most excited about showing Liam the theater. He pushed open the double doors and led him inside with a grin. “This is where the play is gonna be. We practice here every Monday, Wednesday, and Saturday.”

Liam looked around the grand auditorium in wonder. “Too bad you aren’t practicing today. I’d love to see you up on stage.”

Max chuckled and actually felt himself blushing. “Really?”

“Duh!” Liam laughed and sat down in a front row seat. “Hey, why don’t you give me a little preview?”

“Now?!” Maxwell stepped back. “But there’s no music or any other people on stage or anything!”

“I'll go up with you!” Liam raced up the stairs and onto the stage. “Wow, it’s so big up here.. And open! I’d be terrified to be up here reciting lines in front of all those people.”

Maxwell climbed the steps and stood beside him, looking out at the hundreds of empty seats. “Well thanks for putting a new fear in my head!”

Liam grimaced, “Sorry.”

Maxwell burst out laughing and nudged his friend. “I’m joking. I don’t know why, but I actually love it. Weird, huh?”

They stood beside each other, taking in the beauty of the theater and Liam smiled, looking out ahead. “No. It’s not weird. Not for someone like you.”

Max was taken aback. Someone like him? “What do you mean?”

“I mean.. You’re just this amazing, fearless person. You’re so optimistic and funny and.. I really admire you.” 

Max turned to Liam, who was still staring ahead. His cheeks held a faint blush that made Maxwell's stomach flutter. “Wow. That’s the nicest thing anyone has probably ever said to me.”

Liam looked at him with a tender expression he had never seen before. “Well I mean it. Every word.”

Maxwell stepped closer. It was as if each of them were connected by a magnetic pull and fighting the attraction was futile. Liam’s chest was nearly touching his by now and Max swallowed hard. He felt his breath start to come quickly but the warm touch of Liam’s hand on his cheek stopped his heart completely. Liam leaned in until his forehead was touching Max’s and he tenderly stroked his jaw. “Max.. I.. I-”

A boom from the entrance to the auditorium caused them to split apart quickly. The doors had been thrown open and Mr. Eldore strode in wearing a grin. “My word, it’s true! Your Highness, I am thrilled to have you in our humble theater!”

Liam’s posture immediately changed back to the one Max had seen thousands of times before. He was in prince mode. “The pleasure is all mine. This theater is beautiful, and the architecture is just stunning..”

While Liam and Mr. Eldore were talking, Maxwell’s mind was racing a mile a minute. Liam had almost kissed him. Liam had almost kissed him.  Liam had almost kissed him! That’s what was about to happen, right? He fought the urge to lean over and ask one of Liam’s guards his opinion on the matter. No, that would be too weird. It was already weird enough that they had been right there and seen the whole thing. His palms were sweaty and he attempted to calm his heart rate before any attention was brought to him. 

Liam turned to Max with a grin, “I’m actually here visiting my dear friend, Maxwell Beaumont.”

Mr. Eldore looked delighted. “Your friend?! Well, I hope that means you will be attending the play in a couple months! We would be honored to have you in our theater. Of course the entire royal family is invited.”

Liam winked at Maxwell, “It’ll just be me and maybe another one of our mutual friends, but we’ll definitely be there opening night.”

“Well that is fantastic!” Mr. Eldore bowed. “Maxwell, you just let me know all the details and I will personally see to it that everything is perfect.”

“Thank you.” Liam smiled cordially as Mr. Eldore left the building and they were once again left alone. Well.. alone plus two guards.

Max shuffled his feet and smiled awkwardly at his friend. “I think I’ve shown you everything now.”

Liam put his hands in his pockets, grinning. “Well you haven’t shown me your bedroom.”

“M-my bedroom?!” Maxwell’s voice cracked like a prepubescent boy. He cleared his throat and nodded. “Right. Ya.. of course. My bedroom!”

“Unless you don’t want to.”

“No! No, I definitely want to take you to my bedroom!” Max felt his face grow hot. “No! I mean.. I mean I can definitely show it to you.. my room, I mean!”

The two of them chuckled awkwardly and Max tried to think of a good lie to cover for his dorkiness. “It’s just a little messy is all. Hope you don’t mind.”

“Nah. Your room is always messy, Beaumont! Has that ever stopped me before?” Liam teased and the boys laughed sincerely, thankful that some of the tension had cleared. 

Once they reached Maxwell's door, Liam turned to his guards. “Can you just stay outside?”

They looked at each other skeptically. Sam, the most senior guard, responded.  “Sir, no disrespect, but you are a seventeen year old boy. Your father has charged me with looking after your wellbeing. I cannot in good conscience let you go into Lord Beaumont’s bedroom without supervision.”

Liam flushed, “Oh my God, what do you think is going to happen in there?!”

The guards glanced at each other and Sam cleared his throat. “I.. uh..”

“Just do a sweep and let me have some time alone to catch up with my friend.” Liam looked at Sam pleadingly. “Please?”

After a moment considering, Sam nodded. Once the room had been cleared and the guards left, the boys sat on the bed together. The insinuation from the guards had left them feeling a little uncomfortable. Maxwell tried to break the tension. “Hey.. Why did the student eat his homework?”

Liam quirked an eyebrow and smiled. “Why?”

“Because the teacher told him it was a piece of cake!”

Liam laughed loudly, “That is so bad! And I love it!” Maxwell joined in and soon they were laughing uncontrollably, laying on Maxwell’s bed. Liam rolled over to face him. “You always make me laugh. Remember when you tried to do a roast at Olivia’s sweet sixteen?”

Maxwell groaned and covered his face, “First of all it was only 2 years ago, so of course I remember. And second of all, it was the day I was nearly murdered. One doesn’t usually forget that day.”

Liam chuckled, “Everyone was going up to the mic and wishing her happy birthday, then along comes Max with his note cards and just totally demolishes her!”

“Shut up!” Maxwell shoved Liam playfully. “I thought she’d like it!”

“You thought she’d like you asking how she manages to create a hairstyle that covers her horns?”

Maxwell laughed, “Drake liked it!”

2 years ago:

Liam had just taken his turn at the mic in the ballroom of Lythikos, cordially wishing Olivia a happy birthday. Max was seated across from the small stage, not so patiently waiting for his turn. He shuffled the note cards in his hand with a grin. This was going to be great. Olivia was surely tired of all the generic birthday wishes, but HE was going to give her something to remember.

He sauntered on stage and winked at Bertrand, who for some reason looked nervous by the gesture. Little did Bertrand know that Max was about to have everyone in this room rolling with laughter. 

Maxwell tapped the microphone and smiled. “Good evening, good evening. Well I’m happy to be here in Lythikos - the land of ice and snow. The only duchy in Cordonia where the temperature outside matches the temperature inside Olivia’s heart.”

Max waited, but was only met by a crowd of shocked faces. Ok, maybe that joke wasn’t the best, but he had more. He cleared his throat and flipped to the next card. “So it’s Olivia’s sixteenth birthday. Tell me, Liv, what's that in people years?”

A loud guffaw from the crowd caught his attention and he saw Drake holding a hand over his mouth, shoulders shaking as he attempted not to laugh. Liam was seated beside Drake, staring at Max wide eyed.

Hey, maybe this was good stuff after all. Drake never laughed but he was loving it! Feeling encouraged, Max flipped to the next card. “So Olivia I love your new hairstyle!” He turned to face her and grinned, “how did you manage to hide the horns?”

Once again the room was met by silence other than the boisterous laughter coming solely from Drake Walker. Surely everyone would get the jokes soon and then the whole room would be full of joy. He glanced over at Olivia and her face was as red as a tomato. Must be from holding in her laughter. He flipped to the next card. 

“Liv, there’s a saying that always reminds me of you: ‘Two wrongs don’t make a right.’ Take your parents for example.”

Drake continued to laugh and Bertrand whispered loudly, “Maxwell Percival Beaumont, get down here right now!”

Max leaned away from the mic to speak to his brother, “Don’t worry, the jokes are about to get better!” Max flipped to the next card and cleared his throat, “Speaking of parents.. Olivia’s parents are dead-”

Just then, the mic was ripped out of his hand by his brother. Bertrand forced a chuckle and spoke into the microphone. “Um, best wishes on your sixteenth birthday Lady Olivia. My brother and I are very grateful for the invite to your party but I’m afraid something urgent has come up and we must take our leave. Goodnight everyone.”

Bertrand quickly ushered Maxwell out of the ballroom and down an empty hallway before turning to face him. “ARE YOU INSANE!?”

“What?” 

“You used her birthday party to insult her? And you were about to ridicule her dead parents!”

Max shook his head. Of course Bertrand had no idea what comedy was. “It’s not insulting, it’s called a roast! It’s the highest honor you can give someone!”

Bertrand ran a hand down his face, “My God, Maxwell. We have to get out of here.”

“Why?”

Just then, the ballroom doors slammed and the sound of high heels stomping down the hallway grew closer and closer. Olivia rounded the corner, looking like a wild animal, and pointed at Maxwell. “YOU!!!”

“Run, brother!” Bertrand shouted and Max took off as fast as he could. Why was Olivia so angry? Maybe she needed someone to explain what a roast was, but Max wasn’t about to stop running to do so.

Eventually he gave her the slip and crammed himself in a dumbwaiter to hide. A terrifying hour later Olivia gave up hunting him and returned to the party. He and Bertand slipped out and weren’t invited to Lythikos ever again.

“I still don’t think she knows what a roast is!” Max chuckled and shook his head, laying next to Liam.

Liam laughed, “Maxwell Beaumont, you are the only person in the world brave enough or crazy enough to ‘roast’ Olivia Nevrakis.”

The two lay together in contented silence, simply enjoying each other’s company. “When do you have to leave?” Max asked quietly.

Liam sighed, “Soon probably.”

Maxwell felt his heart drop. “Oh.” 

Liam checked his watch with a frown. “I have a stupid meeting early tomorrow morning with Leo, my father, and the council. I have to start learning about amending treaties and other bullshit.”

“Well we have at least a few more minutes together.” Max turned over to face Liam and smiled, “Wanna hear some new music?”

Liam smiled, “Sure.”

Maxwell grabbed his phone and scrolled through to his newest favorite album. It wasn’t dance music like he usually favored, but had more of an indie romance vibe. Max closed his eyes, heavily in his feelings about listening to love songs next to Liam. His body was so close, Max could feel the warmth radiating from him and he was trying his best not to get too excited.. In more ways than one.

Suddenly he felt the soft, gentle warmth of Liam’s hand slide into his own. He opened his eyes abruptly and looked at his best friend. It was all he could do not to squeal with joy. The two shared a smile and lay together for the next half hour, hand in hand, enjoying the music and company, until Liam had to return home.

[hyunverse]

ik it’s so embarrassing 💔💔 i remember that week being not the best so maybe i was just emotional in general ?? idek 😭. i also cry over fluff more than angst. i read angst when i’m like at a rly low point bc it’s almost kinda comforting ……. idk dw bae i sound insane rn too ! we pretty much have the same favorite cereal bc if i had to choose i’d get the chocolate rice crispy ones (or honey nut cheerios) and i LOVEEEE milo. my nana from australia always sends it over and it’s delishhhh. so nostalgic. YES spanakopita is life, it is so so so so good. lmk what you and your mom end up getting ^_^ that sounds so fun i love eating w ppl

ITS THE HYUNE BODY ROLLING SO TRUE. i like when he dances with short sleeves or sleeveless tops bc the arm muscles just make me 🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃 insane !!! i’ve been wanting to watch a new movie so maybe i’ll watch howl now ^_^ i’ve heard a TON about it and i think you just fully convinced me hehe. do you have any other movie or show recs ?? i’m not a big movie or show person but im tryingggg to watch more stuff so tell me any of your faves

oh yea i could slander america as a professional job. like don’t get me wrong i’m extremely grateful to live somewhere where i can get a good education and just like survive but at the same time … i’m barely surviving ?? all our money goes to stuff that doesn’t even benefit us ??? idk man i’ll keep going if i don’t stop myself BUT YES PLS all the mcflurries 🙏🏼. possible unpopular opinion but oreo mcflurry dipped in fries = chefs kiss. it’s an underrated combo fr

i would pay MONEYYYY to experience one skz dance practice but hyunjins alone oh my oh my oh myyyyy. i don’t think i’d survive, his clinging would be ineffective bc i’d just be 🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠. smth about the way he dances just GAHHH. YES CONFIDENT MISCHIEVOUS LITTLE YONGBOK he’s so cute 😭😭😭😭 i love his korean name it’s adorable

i watched the live when i woke up this am and it was the cutest thing ever <///3. felix looked so bf and i swear the There music video made it WORSEE. the parasocial vibes rly smacked me in the face and said grace u need to wake up and accept you can’t have these men 😔

spamming once again gahhhh can u tell i’m bored <///3. im stuck inside for another day bc nyc is having a rly bad snow storm rn and it’s torturous lol. as much as i love being in my bed all day, it gives me a raging headache every timeeeee

- 🐈‍⬛ kisses 4 uuuuu i hope ur sleeping well ^_^

i've never tried honey nut cheerios but now i kinda want to?? lets see lets see. going back to my campus this saturday so i gotta stock up on my food stock 🫡 i'm gonna try honey nut cheerios hehe. milo is good but i can't drink it that much bcs its best mixed with milk and im lactose intolerant </3 i mean i do consume dairy anyway but milo and milk is a deadly combination. one sip and you're gonna end up with diarrhea. even worse when u have lactose intolerance. god lactose intolerance sucks so bad, especially when i love dairy </3 life is a war game and the toilet is my battle field. </3 aaa me and mumsies ended up not getting breakfast bcs we didnt wake up on time LOLL love that 4 us 🤞

sleeveless tops on hyune always look so good. his arms are so nice, the type that isn't frail nor too muscular, he's just nice. dont get me started on his hands yo his hands are pretty big too and his fingers?? majestic. slender and pretty. makes me dizzy just watching it 😵‍💫howl is incredibly good, u reaaaaaally need to watch it <3!! mmm for tv shows, i really like gilmore girls and jujutsu kaisen. or if you like romance, u shud try out horimiya!!

I UNDERSTAND ABT THE MONEY THING... malaysian road taxes r no joke. youngsters going broke frm paying taxes is CRAAAZY. fries dipped in vanilla ice cream is so good so i get u!!!!! it's the mixture of sweet and salty 🤌

when hyunjin does a lil smirk while dancing... im frothing drooling melting. like bae stop i will get through this phone screen and kiss u 😭 so pretty. YONGBOK IS SO CUTE AND YES HIS NAME!! I LOVE WRITING HIM AS YONGBOK BCS I LOVE HIS NAME SM... i also love jeongin's name. it's cute and suiting for him.

the live c hdbhs i was fixated on seungmin the whole time... was just staring at him dreamily like... 💭 he made a mess but i's ok bcs it's seungmo!!

THE THERE MV OH MY GOD GRACEEEEEE. I'LL NEVER SHUT UP ABOUT IT. HYUNJIN AND SEUNGMIN'S PART GOT ME GIGGLING!!1 also can i just say that the settings suit them so much? it feels like it's actually their ideal date. jeongin with the shopping for clothes, hyunjin with the camera and channie in the studio... it makes so much sense. omg what if it IS their ideal date? bye im gonna combust. why are they parasocializing with us!! its making the delusions worse!!!

talking abt parasocializing, felix needs to calm down. bro was wiping at his mouth and stuff r u indicating that we just made out?!?! not very pg13 of him. i heard he spams om bubble too 😭 he needs to find a gf his bitchless behavior is getting worse 😟

ur spam is always entertaining so dw!! i take my time with it always cs i wanna put thought in my words hehe. sorry to hear abt the storm :(( i hope ure staying warm <3

[cheolhub]

sar question! #?! $#+(/ ik u said u listen to sza before so.. favorite off the SOS album? or ctrl? and like do u have any OTHER music recs? bc im gonna be totally fr w u, any time u post ab a song i listen to it. like when svt had their comeback and u were raving ab fire.. now it's myyyYy favorite off the album. or when u had ur old theme and ud change the song in ur bio (? do u know what im talking ab help) every other day i'd add it to my liked... ANYWAYS.. yeah so thanks for blessing my ears (and eyes.. bc yk.. ur WRITING.. is so good.. so yeah....)

-person who has sent in an anon before but is kind of spooked to come back bc i dont think ull remember me omg umm it's the one from like three weeks ago? maybe? i sent a really long one and we talked ab soobin hands and then i said u got me into txt.. and i wanted to talk again but for some reason whenever i send anons the message always ends up.. REALLY.. long.. i just have a lot to say... but i really wanted to talk music with you so i HADddd to send in an ask.. but kind of want to send in other ones yk become a regular... but i feel like my asks r emotionally draining to answer.. because. long ass asks ANYWAYS SAR LMK IF I SHOULD COME BACK

HI FIRST OF ALL, OFC I REMEMBER YOU??? i know i say my memory is shit, but i lowkey remember everything 😭 YOU SHOULD COME BACK I TOLD U I WANTED U TO WTF. i love long asks so much, dont worry. they make me really happy, and i would love to have u as a regular if u want to put up w me 🥹🫶🏽

BUT ONTO MUSIC !! i LOVE sza. wanted to see her live but i had alrdy planned my spring break trip by the time she announced her concert dates ☹️ but shes coming to my city again in october so MAYBE. ANYWAY. off SOS my faves are far bc… that song was literally written for me & snooze 🥹 bc i think abt cheol when i listen to it >< AND blind too!! (low is an honorable mention) from ctrl i loveeeeee prom & go gina!!!

AND I NEVER THOUGHT ANYONE LOOKED AT THE SONGS IN MY BIO HDGAGE I WAS LIKE CHANGING IT AND DIDNT THINK ANYONE BOTHERED TO NOTICE SO I PUT WHATEVER I WANTED 🤣🤣

anyway omgggg um… music recs hmmm. what kinda music do u like?? i know that you like sza so ill recommend deserve me by kali uchis (and literally all of her other music ^^) i think you might like anything from rina sawayama !! men i trust are also one of my faves

i like a lot of everything (seriously ill go from krnb to slut pop to rock to alt indie) but i dont want to give u an overwhelming amount of music that you might not even like (ill get embarrassed lol) 😭 so just tell me what ur into, or if u want, i can give u a sarssentials spotify playlist !! it has all the music that i rlly like :>

[mehiwilldoitlater]

Idk if you still take requests but, Could you do Zhongli / Xiao / Diluc / Scaramouche / Dainsleif reacting to their S/O having so many past scars? Their s/o is always out on adventure and always takes any kinds of risks. I hope that makes sense-

OMG MAKE IT A SAGAU AU IF YOU WANT

MLMLLMLMLML MY JAM DARLING MYYYYY JAM:

"I hope the color is to your liking, your grace." "..." " Of course, it will need a few adjustments..." "Zhongli..." "I'll suggest a few more embroidered details in this part of the sleeves. Maybe we could-" "Zhongli...the neck... it shows the neck..."

His voice lowered as his gaze rose to that of his beloved Creator. Your hand, resting on the mentioned area, well hidden under the high collar of your shirt, reminds him of why you always preferred those kinds of garments. And how could he forget that day? The one when he almost loses you forever , a rope around your neck, between the screams of the people that want you dead. You didn't die, not immediately, but the sensation of the rope burning your skin while succumbing to your own weight still haunted your mind. If it wasn't for Zhongli and the other Adepti...

The marks left you a scar, a circular white line around your neck, a sign of your pain. 

What he hated the most wasn't the scar per se, but the meaning behind it, the story, one of those things he ate to remember every day. You hide it every day, behind scarves and shirts, but once removed, the reminder is ready on the spot.

Your gaze returns to the Hanfu, to the silk of the robes, to the intricate pattern of the decoration... It was beautiful, and yet to wear it would have meant showing that scar.

"...Maybe..." His deep voice called you back from your own thoughts. "We could try to look for a foulard of the same color. Or maybe a ribbon, the one that you could wear on your neck? "

What Zhongli feels is pure rage. He hated the fact that he couldn't protect you before, that he couldn't save you from the madness of the others, and the fact that now you are broken, damaged, but not lost. Even in his rage, he's patient. You'll need your time, and he's ready to wait an eternity.

"...A ribbon would...be fine for me."

Well, maybe not so much.

Sometimes, Xiao wishes he could understand how you do it.

You seem so happy now, without a worry in your mind, enjoying the view while practicing your artistic skills with a watercolor painting. It seems so strange to believe that less than a few weeks ago, you were crying in Ningguang harm, covered in golden blood, pleading her to not kill you. Xiao had never left your side after witnessing Baal piercing your heart with her blade and the golden cascade from your chest. Not after seeing you just live with that wound on your body.

Weeks had passed, the wound was now fully healed... yet the scar remained. Maybe it was because it was inflicted by an archon, or maybe it was something deeper, but Xiao was certain of one thing. That scar was a reminder for him.

Every time his eyes lingered on your torso, every time that white star-shaped sign appeared in his vision, his memories went back to the moment that he failed to protect you from the rage of the Electro Archon. Every time he recalls your terrified eyes,

That emotion...how long ago did he feel it the last time? When his brothers died, maybe? He wants to feel your newfound happiness with you, but why should he? Why after he failed you? Why don't you blame him? Why did he have to-

"Earth to Xiao! Hellooooo?"

Inches from him, your finger snaps a few times to finally get his attention back to you.

"...Your grace!" "Finally! I've been talking to you for five minutes straight! Were you daydreaming all of a sudden?"

He just stared at you, his eyes lingering again on that damn scar. Silently, he rose from his seat on the grass and, without warning, he put his arms around your shoulders,engulfing you in a small gesture of affection.

"...You were still thinking of that, right?"   "..." "...Please... I don't want you to suffer for me...we're happy now, don't we?"

Your hands, caressing his shoulder, tried to bring him a little comfort. That damn scar...the sorrow that brought him...

"...Yes...yes we are..."

To Diluc, a scar is nothing more than a mark on the skin. Sometimes, a scar can mean something important or something deep. Sometimes it is just a fading memory of something else. He feels himself lucky since his own scars, the ones that decour his body, take part in the second group. And, at the same time, he felt sadness, incapable of understanding what it meant to you.

Sometimes, in the lazy afternoon, he was able to catch your hands caressing the large lines that marked your hands. He remembered the first time and convinced himself that it was just a reflex, fearing further harm to his already battered body. Sometimes it happens, he told himself, sometimes scars become itchy, that's all. And yet he remembered those sad eyes.

Those scars were the mark of your agony, a few that you could never forget.

After seeing you in that state for a few weeks, something clicked in his head. He wanted to protect you, but now he wanted something more from you: he wanted to see you happy.

You were used to seeing him always in that dark jacket of his. Now, with the exception of his work trips to Mondstadt or to the vineyards, his outfits in the house were... light.  It was as if he wanted to demonstrate his own harm. In a few fanarts and in some official ones, they talked about the presence of some scars, but you were never sure of their presence until those days. Not only that, his attitude towards you changed too. He wasn't as compliant as the previous days,seeing you hiding every inch of your body or taking over in the safety of his own home. He started encouraging you to take short walks around his estate, even suggesting a quick trip to the city to get some fresh air or find something you might like! Not only that, he started to propose clothing that didn't hide your scars at all.

You didn't get it at the beginning, refusing many of his proposals. But you found out how stubborn your protector was, suggesting a new thing every day. One day, finally, you decided to oblige, since he started to use a pair of puppy eyes after your refusal ( maybe it was part of a plan) but, at the end of the day, you were...happy. Not like before, of course, but you were fine...

It was just the first day of your rehabilitation. 

Diluc doesn't have a huge idea of scars, but he understands that everybody perceives their marks in their own ways. He just wants you to not feel ashamed of yours. He wants to tell you that you are broken now, but you can be reborn again and feel happiness.

He wants you happy.

"PLEASE! PLEASE! I BEG YOU! MERCY! ME-"

A single strike, strong enough to burn from the inside out, that man. In the eyes of the ex-harbinger, that vile creature wasn't even comparable to a man.

That now-burned, lifeless body was nothing more than scum, a mere slave serving the electroarchon, his own creator. Like the others, those scum were ordered to find the "imposter" and bring them to the Raiden Shogun in order to execute them for their crime.

Idiots. A bunch of idiots.

How could the Archon herself not recognize them? Wasn't she capable of perceiving the holiness in that delicate body of theirs?

Maybe the separation from the gnosis, that small object that was now in the possession of the balladeer, had deprived the Shogun of the simple ability to sense them? 

The day he found you, at the brink of the end, your body covered in deep wounds and cuts, all of them shining like golden stars... During his first days of life, his creator used to read to him books about you, about the true creator, the god that modelled the universe and their world. To believe that those memories he tried to bury deep within his mind were meant to be useful one day... 

He saved you, not for reverence. He believed that once he gained your trust, his chances of finally getting his revenge would improve. But then, something changed.

You showed him kindness that his creator never possessed towards him. You were the god of their universe, and yet you wanted nothing more than to prove to him your gratitude. He wasn't a god, and yet you treated him as an equal...

His plan didn't change; just a few adjustments in order to make things right, starting with the ones that caused you your pain. 

Those marks, irreparable in their way, became his own mission. No matter how many people had to be removed from this world , everyone would have to pay for what they had done to you. He'll become your weapon, your God of Death if it's necessary.

What did he think of your scars? Pure rage.

"This one?" "This one is from an old battle, when I was a simple soldier...I should have paid more attention to my adversary." "Oh...and this one?" "I tripped." "..." "On a rock."

Khaenri'ah never had a god. They never had one of them as guidance, only human ability. They never had the protection of some godly creature that could move the earth, the waters, or control the storms; they had to face all adversity by themselves. Khaenri'ah was a human empire, built by mortals and ruled by mortals. They weren't perfect, but what they did was prove it. The gods despised that proof, so they had to destroy that blessed kingdom, that gem of humanity.

Dain lamented the loss of his nation and people every day, blaming the gods for their cruelty and himself for his futility. The real pain wasn't the curse, but the burden of living knowing everything. He even started to believe that he shouldn't deserve anything but that pain.

And then, you came.

He never believed in the gods, and he never trusted them at all, but after meeting you, after what he saw...he felt ashamed of what they had done to you.

Why was a face so important? Why act with such cruelty to someone that could even understand what was happening? He didn't step in as the protector of a god, he stepped in because he felt that that wasn't right.

The first time you two met, you tried to run away, to find protection from the warrior. Instead, he offered you his coat, some food that he had found, and shelter. He was awkward, but he was nice. He knew that you were "different," that something about you wasn't right, but he decided that if there was a truth, it could have been a good choice to wait.

Weeks passed and a few ideas started to pop up in his head, but he didn't want to ruin what he was able to feel with you. Two lonely stars in a world full of enemies.

"I thought that it was...something different." "Yes, I know...what about you? Did they still itch? "

A large part of your skin on your wrists was the sign of a pair of shackles. They were almost infected when he found you, but you were alive..scared, a mess, but alive. Your gaze fell again on that small portion of skin. A light sigh escaped your mouth.

"Not anymore... I just felt something sometimes, that's all. " "It will get better...trust me."

It's a strange thing, but what he feels is a sense of unity with you. For the first time in so many years, he felt happy and content.

He doesn't feel lonely anymore.

[choibeomcute]

TXT fluff mania: when you’re small compared to him

(all of txt are giants so basically this is just normal fluff teehee)

Yeonjun

he love love loves his tiny baby🥺 when you can’t sleep and walk into the living room where he’s playing video games late at night he sets his controller down and says “come here my love. awww baby you can lay with me” as he pulls you onto the couch and moves your head to lay in his lap. then he pulls a blanket over you and unpauses his game.

he just loves seeing you wrapped up cozy and warm clutching his shirt with your fist as you try to fall asleep. he turns the volume of his game down and brushes your hair out of your face gently as he admires his sleeping beauty

“Baby” he says quietly with a smile “let’s go to bed okay.” he lifts you up in his arms still wrapped in your blanket and carries you to bed. he gets in beside you and pulls your body up to his chest and gives you lots of kisses on your cheek and forehead

“agh. my baby girl is so cute,” he sighs

Soobin

soobin adores nothing more than seeing you wearing his hoodie and jacket bundled up looking tiny☺️ “ahh my precious girl” he says under his breath as you run to hug him

as you hug him you look up into his eyes and blush…this makes him blush too

when you two get home from a busy day, he loves to help you make dinner

he goes to use the restroom for a second..and when he comes back you’re climbing the counter to get a glass for water. he scrambles over and lifts you off the counter and sets you down on the ground. “Baby!” he says scolding you “you have to be careful!” he realizes he’s leaning down as he says this and thinks to take advantage of that. he pats your head and laughs as he stands up straight again.

Beomgyu

he loves to tease you all day every day!! Ahh he just can’t help it when you’re so tiny and cute to him

“baby,” he says as he looks down at you. You look back up at him and he just loses it!! “Ahhh!!! how cuteee!!!” he cups your face in his hands then pulls you into him wrapping you up in his arms “I just can’t let you go baby,” he says still clutching you tight “oh my…my princess is so cute”

when you go out in public to restaurants or diners he lets you get in the booth first and when the waiter comes he asks for a kids menu for you

you furrow your brows and he says “just kidding just kidding!” and boops your nose softly

he can’t get enough of your cuteness. when you two walk around downtown or anywhere basically he purposely walks normally so you will have to run after him. “look at your little legs!” he says laughing and then you start chasing him. he’s laughing as you hit his jacket playfully

“baby you can’t fight me,” he says grabbing your hands so you’ll stop hitting his jacket. he looks at your hands in his and says “ohh myyyyy. how cute” and kisses each hand then laughs

HueningKai

when you go out in public you follow him around looking like a duckling following their mama and all the members think it’s hilarious

they tell huening “get your baby! You walk too fast for her!!” he turns around and laughs his crazy laugh then picks you up and puts on his back

he loves to buy you plushies with his goal being to buy you only ones bigger than you which isn’t too difficult to do

when you take a nap in his bed he pulls the covers over you and surrounds you with stuffed animals so you look like you’re one of them yourself

he takes a picture and tells the members to come look and they all whisper about the cuteness

he sneaks into the bed with you and turns the lights off. he lifts you gently for a second and repositions you so you’re sleeping on his chest and he falls asleep too

when you two wake up he remembers he let you borrow one of his shirts because you forgot your pajamas

he looks at you and smiles which turns into a laugh. he can’t help but pull you into a hug at the sight of your cuteness

Taehyun

he’s so excited that he’s taller than you

he just keeps looking at you no matter how long you’ve been a couple and he just is in awe

“darling,” he says to get your attention “how are you so cute?”

he is so happy to get you food from high shelves at home. he feels like Superman as he puts your chair away that you were using to get up high and simply reaches and grabs the jar you wanted “here you are my love” he says with his sweet smile

you make him so shy and it just melts his heart to see you walk alongside him looking tiny and perfect

“honey,” he says as he looks down at you “how did I get so lucky to have you?”

[galahadwilder]

Say It Later, Say It Now

I wrote this fic for the @luckycharmzine!

-

Marinette and Adrien are dating and happy. Marinette finds out Adrien is Chat Noir. Adrien finds out Marinette is Ladybug.

You’d think this would make things simpler. You’d be wrong.

_

Marinette falls back on her bed with a huff, arms splayed wide, and stares up through her skylight into the cloudless Paris sky. She takes a moment to imagine her comforter is a pink, fluffy cloud, that she’s lying in the sky somewhere drifting on the breeze, that her world hasn’t been turned upside down again and that the only thing she has to worry about is the sun on her face and the ground a thousand miles below.

Then she breathes in, remembers how his face looked into that same skylight just two nights before, and the moment is lost.

“He’s Chat Noir,” she murmurs to herself, throwing her arm over her eyes. “My boyfriend is Chat Noir.”

In retrospect, it makes perfect sense. Both boys have the same kind heart, the same terrible sense of humor, the same smile, the same sadness behind their eyes. Despite their superficial differences, deep down they are clearly the same. But if she hadn’t seen him destransform, she never would have guessed that polite, well-behaved Adrien was the same person as her boisterous and jovial partner.

She has no idea what emotion she’s feeling right now—is she happy? Scared? Angry? No way to tell—but it’s definitely intense. She feels her nails digging into her palm, her tendons pressing against the skin of her knuckles, and forces herself to take a deep breath, loosen her muscles.

Tikki peers down from her unhappy cookie-munching in her little nook above Marinette’s bed, alcove hidden from anyone entering from both below and above. “Marinette?” she says. “Are you… all right?”

Marinette turns onto her side, curls up into a fetal position, hugging her knees to her chest. “I… Tikki, I—I have no idea,” she murmurs, staring at a thread that’s poking out of her handmade pillowcase. She’s gonna have to fix that soon. “I mean, both guys I’m into being the same guy? And him falling for both of me?” She groans. “I know I’m Ladybug, but that’s stupid lucky.” She closes her eyes, chews on her lip. “It’s… too much.”

Marinette feels Tikki light on the pillow in front of her, and opens her eyes to see her Kwami hugging her nose with a bashful grin. “Stupid lucky is what I do,” Tikki says.

Marinette smiles, nuzzling into Tikki’s tummy. “Yeah,” she says. “Yeah it is.”

Tikki’s pats Marinette’s forehead with her paw. “Do you need me to turn off the lights?” she says.

Marinette nods.

There’s a moment of silence as Tikki flits off toward the door, and then the lights click off, bathing Marinette in blessed darkness. Immediately, her senses begin to calm, and her thoughts arrange.

Then she realizes something.

“Oh, no,” she breathes, rolling onto her back. “Tikki?” she says, her voice small.

Tikki flits into view over her, looking down at her with concern. “Marinette?”

Marinette stares up at her Kwami, her heart thrumming with fear. “He doesn’t know I’m Ladybug,” she says.

Tikki shakes her head. “No,” she says. “He doesn’t.”

Marinette winces. “I’m going to have to tell him.”

-

“Oh, cats. Oh, cats. Oh, CATS,” Adrien says, pacing a trench into the floor of his room. “I’m… I’m dating Ladybug.” He grinds the heels of his palms into his eyes. “How did I not see it?”

Plagg snorts into his Camembert. “Took you long enough.”

Adrien drops into his computer chair, presses his hand to his forehead and runs his fingers up and back through his shaggy hair. “Cats,” he hisses. He should’ve seen it. Ladybug and Marinette don’t just have the same fire, the same brilliant mind—every part of them is the same, right down to the way they scrunch their noses when they’re thinking. And yet, if he hadn’t seen her detransform… “What am I—” He chokes. “What am I even supposed to do?”

Plagg smirks without taking his eyes from his cheese. “Come on, Kitten,” he drawls. “You’ve been planning how to date Ladybug as long as I’ve known you. You talked my ear off every night for three years until I convinced you to go for Bakery Girl instead.”

Adrien chokes, wheels around toward his Kwami. “And you knew the whole time!” he yelps, jabbing a finger at the tiny cat. “You knew they were the same person!”

Plagg raises an eyebrow, tilting his head contemplatively. “Yes I did,” he says with a sly smile. “Gotta say, watching you moon over her twice was better than those KDramas Tikki loves so much.”

Adrien blinks, swiveling in his chair. “Is that where you go at night?”

Plagg shrugs. “Some nights, yeah.” He nibbles on his Camembert, before looking up at his wielder. “So,” he says, “how are you planning to tell her?”

Adrien stumbles backward and collapses into his computer chair. “Oh, cats,” he breathes, staring blankly at his computer screen. “I have to tell her.”

-

Marinette arrives early for school the next day. She’s rarely awake this early, but knowing what she needed to do had left her too jittery to sleep. She’s too nervous to sit, but too tired to pace, so she stands in place, her bag held over her knees, waiting for her boyfriend to arrive.

“You okay?” Tikki whispers from inside the backpack held between Marinette’s hands.

“Nope!” Marinette whispers back with a grin that she’s fairly certain doesn’t quite reach her eyes. She’s excited—her boyfriend is secretly also the boy she trusts more than anything else in the world. But on the other hand, she’s been hiding a huge part of her life from him for as long as she’s known him, and she has no idea if he’ll ever forgive her.

So she stands, waiting for her soulmate, her other half, the boy she loves, to arrive so she can spill his secret.

She’s so lost in her thoughts that she doesn’t even notice when he does. Adrien folds her into his arms, kissing the top of her head. “Morning—”

She shrieks, leaping backward, almost slamming her skull into his chin.

“—Myyyyy… rinette!” he says.

“Oh my gosh I’m so sorry!” Marinette yelps, trying to turn in his arms to comfort him.

He only laughs, holding her tight against his chest. “It’s fine!” he says brightly, kissing her head again. He presses his cheek to her scalp and nuzzles. “I knew the consequences when I snuck up on you.”

“You do love to do that,” she murmurs fondly. Just another bit of the cat in him that she should’ve seen. Then her eyes widen. “Hey,” Marinette says. “You didn’t call me Princess.”

Adrien’s arms stiffen around her. “Um,” he says, a tremble in his voice.

She bites her lip, forcing down a spike of annoyance at his father—she recognizes Gabriel’s hand in that tremble. She puts her backpack down on the steps and takes his hand. “It’s okay, Adrien” she says, soft. “You’re allowed to give me more than one pet name.”

He breathes out, relieved, all the tension gone from his body, and she realizes—she can’t tell him right now. Maybe later.

Yeah. Later’s good.

-

He’d almost called her “My Lady.” Oh, cats, that was not how he wanted her to find out.

He’s glad she sits behind him, because while he definitely can’t concentrate in class today, if she were in front of him—especially after that—he doesn’t think he’d be able to even pretend to be paying attention.

She seems clumsier than usual today. A lot of her more extreme pratfalls disappeared by around their third date, once he made it clear that he didn’t mind her word vomit and in fact found it kind of cute. But today, every time she meets his eyes, it seems like she’s halfway to the floor again, and he’s barely on his toes enough to catch her.

He can’t help feeling a little thrill, though, that he’s having this effect on Ladybug. One-year-ago-Adrien would be having a heart attack right now. As it is, everything’s a little too soft and warm with her for that.

“Adrien, I’m fine,” his Princess—his Lady—protests, burying her face in her hands.

“Not today you’re not,” he say with a smile and the Soft Eyes she loves so much. “Besides, I’m not gonna pass up a chance to be gallant.”

Marinette pouts, gesturing downwards to where his arms are holding her up, supporting both her shoulders and her knees. “Sure, but you don’t think carrying me all the way to the lunchroom is a little bit much?”

“Nope!” Adrien says.

He sees Nino and Alya ahead of them, synchronized mock-gagging at them, but he ignores them.

“Ugh, you are the worst,” she says, reaching up to scratch under his chin.

He purrs, smiling—

And then suddenly realizes that she doesn’t know he can do that.

Also, Marinette doesn’t scritch Adrien. Ladybug for Chat, sure, but… she doesn’t know it’s him. And she definitely wouldn’t reveal her identity like that if she did.

He swallows, barely taking a moment to realize that Marinette has gone as white as a sheet.

“Mari?” he says. “Are you okay?”

“Fffffine!” she shrieks, leaping out of his arms—or at least trying to. He’s supporting her too well, and her flats hook onto his elbow, and he barely has time to brace before they’re both sprawled across each other on the ground.

The entire hall comes to a halt, staring at them, as Marinette’s face gets steadily redder. Adrien realizes—his body weight is pressed on top of her, pinning her down, and she’s regressed today for some reason—she’s about to explode. He reaches out toward her—

“I’m sorry!” she shrieks, clapping her hands over her mouth. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I’m—are you—oh gosh I’m so sorry—”

It’s an utterly surreal moment, realizing that this girl, who has pitched him across entire city blocks without batting an eye, is having a panic attack over tripping him. It’s all he can do to roll of her, climb to his feet, and hold out a hand.

“It’s okay, Marinette,” he says, smiling gently. “I’m fine. You okay?”

Her pupils slowly begin to contract again as her breathing slows and she takes his hand. “I—I’m okay,” she says.

He pulls her up with a smile. “I love you,” he says. “I have to expect you to…” He waggles his eyebrows. “...sweep me off my feet every once in a while.”

She giggles, closing her eyes, and he realizes he can’t tell her now. Later, maybe.

Yeah. Later’s good.

-

Ladybug arrives for patrol in a bit of a funk. School was excruciating—she hasn’t been that clumsy in front of her boyfriend since the first time they kissed, she spent all day making a fool of herself and she couldn’t once get up the courage to tell him what she knew. She’s almost ashamed to be meeting him now, knowing his secret with him not knowing hers.

But as she lights onto the rooftop, she sees in his hunched posture that he seems not to have had the best day either. Which is… odd. He seemed fine when they left school?

“Everything okay?” she says, padding up behind him and sitting on the roof next to him, kicking her legs out into open air.

He turns to her with wide, sad eyes. “I—um,” he begins. “Girl troubles.”

Ladybug’s heart rate spikes. Girl troubles? He’s Adrien; there’s only one girl in his life. Troubles? Did he—did her clumsiness embarrass him? Did he finally decide she wasn’t good enough?

“Are you breaking up with me?” she whispers, hugging her stomach.

His head snaps around, his eyes wide. “Wait—” he gasps, his face bone-white. “My—Marinette, I’d never—” He bites his lip. “You know?”

Ladybug nods with a whimper. “I—I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—”

Suddenly his palms are on her cheeks, his forehead pressed to hers. “I love you, My Lady, My Princess, My—My Marinette,” he breathes in a rush. He smiles. “I’m here as long as you’ll have me.”

Relief floods her body as she realizes—he’s not leaving her. He’s staying. “Your—girl trouble,” she manages. “You found out?”

He closes his eyes and nods. “Saw you yesterday.”

She giggles, tears coming to her eyes. “Same.”

“Cats,” he snorts. “We’re both idiots.”

“Yeah, but you’re my idiot,” she says, scratching his scalp, smiling as he begins to purr. “Always and forever.”

“I can live with that,” he whispers, raising her chin and meeting her lips with his.

[the--sad--hatter]

Sparks Fly - Chapter 13 (Bucky x Reader)

Fandom: Marvel Soulmate!AU/Detective!AU

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, Gratuitous Violence, Criminal Activity, Life or Death Situations, Graphic Gore, Crime Scene Descriptions, Dark Humour, Slapstick Humour, Kara Humour, Catastrophic Amounts of Fluff, More Angst Than You Can Shake A Stick At

Summary: (Imagine Brooklyn 99 and Criminal Minds had a baby)

If you want to know if you’ve found your soulmate, it’s simple… All you have to do is kiss them. If they’re your soulmate then there will be sparks, literal sparks. You’ve seen it happen to other people and it is a sight to behold; at least you think it is. Detective Bucky Barnes is a little less enchanted with the idea.

Despite your glaring differences, you and Bucky work well together. You’re good at charming witnesses, he’s good at intimidating suspects. You can run a perp down, he can knock them down. But there’s one criminal who’s eluded you both for a long time, and when Brock Rumlow rolls back into town, you and Bucky find yourselves far outside your comfort zones.

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Chapter Thirteen - The Braidy Bunch 

You were afflicted with a severe case of cop-brain. It happened occasionally, you’d get so caught up in a case that you didn’t have room in your head for anything else. It usually happened on cases that were difficult to solve, enigma’s wrapped in mysteries, wrapped in a lack of evidence and a hard to decipher motive.

 This case had plenty of evidence. Two faceless corpses, a warning from a dead assassin, a murdered colleague, and a sinister bouquet of flowers.

 Motive was also clear. Rumlow was a psychopath and he was fixated on you.

 But where Rumlow was, what he would do next, and why he wanted you so afraid? Those were question you desperately needed answers to, and you had no way of knowing where to look.

 Your apartment held no clues. If it weren’t for the corpse and the roses left behind, you’d never even have known someone had been there. That thought had sent chills through you, and your grip on Bucky’s hand had tightened for a moment, but then you pulled yourself back from the edge and thrown yourself in crime-solving mode. It was the only way to get through this, to survive this. You had pulled your hand from Bucky’s and put on a profession air that kept the darkness at bay.

You weren’t the lead detective on the case, but assigning tasks authoritatively, you sure as hell acted like you were. Nobody fought you on it, they just nodded and took their marching orders seriously.

 Natasha was working her own case, with the new knowledge from you and Bucky. She was pressing on every contact she had in various other law enforcement agencies and scrolling through endless Interpol lists to identify the two faceless victims who had kickstarted the nightmare.

 Wanda and Pietro were combing through weeks of backdated security footage from the Chinese restaurant next door, to see if there had been any suspicious activity around your apartment before last night.

 Clint and Sam downtown at a well known bar for gang members, grilling his informants for information about Hydra resurfacing.

 Steve was fending off Major Crimes, and The FBI. Hydra were a known terrorist organization, which made this case a free for all, and he was working his ass of to keep it getting taken from you.

 And Bucky was glued to your side, just like he said he would be. He was taking his vow seriously, and you hadn’t left his sight for more than a few minutes, and that had been when you went to the bathroom. Even when you got back to the Precinct, he had taken up residence in an empty briefing room with you, helping you set up the whiteboards with all the evidence and passing you coloured pins as you asked for them.

 Everyone was doing everything the could, but to no avail. By the time darkness had fallen over the streets of New York, you were no closer to solving the case than you had been when the day began. You just couldn’t accept that though, you were convinced there had to be something you missed, and when Bucky had dragged you out of the station to take you home, you had managed to snag a file and smuggle it back to his apartment by hiding it under your shirt.

 “I fucking knew you were still working.” He sighed.

 You looked up from your cross-legged position on the bed, not even mildly guilty at having been caught. He was glaring at the file in your lap like he could set it ablaze if concentrated hard enough.

 “M’not tired. Listen, I was thinking about the flowers. They’re in the lab so we should know more tomorrow, we should go to the florist and see if they remember anything about who ordered them.” You said.

 There had been no card with them, because Rumlow hadn’t needed one. The flowers themselves were the message. He was telling you it was him, letting you know he was still alive, making sure you knew he was coming for you. He was lurking somewhere in the shadows, trying to get inside your head, under your skin.

 But everyone had thought he was dead. He’d been free and clear, and he’s blown it because he needed to hurt you. He might have thought he was winning, but he’d given you the upper hand, because he’d proven that you were the one who was under his skin. He’d fucked up, and that was how you were going to catch him, you were going to use his obsession against him.

 You just weren’t sure how, but you knew you could figure it out.

 You were startled out of your reverie by a pillow landing in your lap, and it surprised you enough for Bucky to pluck the evidence file out of your hand.

 “What?”

 He tossed it onto the corner of the room, and switched the light off so the only sliver of light came from the hallway. Oh, so he was sending you to bed.

 “I’m not sleepy yet, what the hell?” You snarled, attempting to get up and retrieve the file.

 “You’re not sleepy because you’re not calm.” He said, shoving you back down onto the bed. “You need to stop thinking.”

 That was rich, because by the expression on his face, he was thinking very deeply about something. While you were flattened against the headboard and glaring up at him, he re-adjusted the pillow on your lap and with a long, deep breath, climbed onto the bed and lay his head down on it.

 “What the fuuuuck is happening?” You whispered quietly, too afraid to speak loudly or move.

 It was like some sort of wild animal had climbed onto your lap in a sudden and unforeseen show of domesticity.

 “Mindless tasks keep your mind from wandering, and the happier you are, the easier you’ll sleep.” He grunted.

 That explained absolutely nothing, until… He swept his hair out from under his neck until it was all fanned out across the pillow.

 “Oh my God. Oh. My. God! Ohhhh myyyyy God.” You exclaimed in a hushed and awed whisper. “Are you? Is this? Can I?”

 “You know what it is.” He snapped.

 “I need to hear you say it, Bucket.”

 He scowled angrily at you, which didn’t quite have the effect he was hoping for since he was doing it upside-down from your lap. It was adorable.

 “You can braid my hair.” He eventually grumbled, not at all happy about it.

 You were thrilled though. The words were music to your ears and you clapped your hands together excitedly before you wiggled your fingers in anticipation. You hadn’t actually thought he would ever, in a million years, actually let you loose on his luscious locks. The first brush of your fingers against the brunette strands felt like victory, and you knew it was a memory you would treasure forever.

 You gently pulled your fingers through his hair, working out all the little kinks and knots, careful not to tug too hard. You didn’t want to spook him. He just lay there though, and after a few moments his eyes fluttered closed and all the little line on his face smoothed out as his expression melted into one of relaxation. He was enjoying this!

 You painstakingly parted his hair into even sections, and pretended you couldn’t hear the way his breathing evened out, but when you gently raked your nails across his scalp to section a parting, you couldn’t pretend you hadn’t heard that. It was quiet, but unmistakable, the soft grunt of pleasure that rumbled from his slightly parted lips. As soon as it happened, he froze, unnaturally still.

 So you did it again.

 As your nails softly dragged across his scalp, his eyelashes fluttered against his cheek and his hands balled into fists at his sides. The back of your neck suddenly felt too warm and your heart did a strange sort of pitter-pat in your chest. All those confusing feelings that were swirling around inside your chest were not any easier to deal with when the object of your affections was in your lap, and all those less confusing feelings south of your chest were not helped by the noises he was making.

 You still did it again though.

 The involuntary reactions it brought forth, the fact he hadn’t asked or hinted at you to stop, and the endearing blush that tinged his cheeks were all too hard to resist.

 It worked though, his plan. Your mind was purged of all Rumlow and case related thoughts, and even the confusing emotional bullshit slipped further away with every lock of hair you twisted. You just lost yourself in the intricate braiding, letting the repetitive actions take up your headspace. By the time you were finished, you were finally calm, blissfully thought free, and relaxed. So was he, if the peaceful expression on his face was anything to go by.

 “Bucket?” You hummed softly, tapping him on the shoulder.

 Nothing.

 “Bucky?”

 Oh damn. He was fast asleep.

 “Well, fuck.” You whispered to yourself.

A/N -  This chapter is shit, i know it's shit, but it was a shitty chapter or no chapter at all 😫

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[tellywoodtrash]

Hi TTji, here I am with more TV digest. SP: MHRW - Amma replaced by new actor with HECK LOT foundation to 'darken' her and Raghav is TPDBD. Same plot (luck again FL, ML taking badla, FL turns innocent, ML being savior) in a loop. YRKKH - Sensible for time being. Sirat's ex is in picture. Kartik & Sirat have healthy convos. Obv Rhea is dying to break the marriage and grab most wanted Munda for herself. SNS - Most sensible leads as of yet? The show still remembers she wants education??? [1/4]

Aksjdlsakjdlskajdlskajldkjslj TPDBD has truly entered myyyyy daily vocabulary as well. It’s such an amazingggggg acronymmmm. Fitteh muh on these fucking ppl who can’t just hire one actual dark skinned actress. I hate this show without even watching it because of everything it stands for. It offends me on a personal level. 🤬🤬🤬

Ofc YRKKH mein abhi bhi shaadi ka silsila jaari hi hai. Ouff, India ke wedding industry ko iss ek hi couple ne kaayam rakha hua hai. 🤑🤑🤑

SNS ke baare mein I never cared, and I never will. 🤷🏽‍♀️🤷🏽‍♀️🤷🏽‍♀️

YHC - Not Chaahat, only mystery and horror like Aahat. FL attempting to expose villains but ML blind cuz it's his true mum and step bro. Anu - Overdramatically yet sensibly depicting divorce and it's ripple effects on fam (kisses for healthy maa-beta & saas-bahu jodi). SM - Preeti is replaced by Nupur from MJHT.  KT pretends to be good friend Keertan and shitty rich dude KT to Nu-*cough* Mohi/Preeti. Idk abt the kids. Imlie - Malini reacts normally seeing Imlie wear her sindoor. Finally [2/4] 

NO CHAAHAT, ONLY AAHAT 🤣🤣🤣

Anupama, SM, aur Imlie reiterating the life lesson ki pyaari beheno, zindagi mein kuch bhi karo, parrr shaadi mat karo, saaaaalon tak siyaapa hi siyaapa hai. Just be single, have awesome friends and pets, aur mazze ke life jiyo.

SAAKK - FL thinks ML in love with ex. ML clears the air, tells *cough* yells I LOVE YOU DAMNIT *oh wait that was another show* but same and FL is like WOAH. PANDYA - No one realises the DISASTER getting FL forcibly married to her beloved's brother (who marries his own lover) cuz now she gotta live in the same house with her beloved but as his bhabhi? ANNS - The  blind ML has been the most aware ML in ITV history. Understands to-be-wife being slighted and flips shit! Next is Zee, Sony & Colors 

SAAKK ki incredibly cute FL is stuck in such a michmichi-inducing (for me) show ke mera dillllllllllllll dukhta hai. Koi isko aur GHKPM ke Sai ko bas foreign bhej do where they can do padhaai and become their best selves without being distracted by boy troubles. Sahi kehte hain desi maa-baap, padhai ke waqt ladkon ke chakkaron mein nahi padna chahiye, warna poori zindagi kharaab ho jaati hai. Abhi dekh bhi liya.

Pandya mein seeing Sonakshi from KHKT ki bitchy choti behen be one abla bechaari, and Nazar show waali achchi behen being a hellraising chantomayi is giving me whiplash. Beech mein bechaare bhaiyya-bhaabi jabaran phasein, who kinda deserve it coz honestly wtf were they thinking forcing this bloody shaadi no one wanted. 🙄🙄🙄

ANNS ka hero is wholesome bean but ouff the FL’s family (???? is it even her family? Or her sister’s sasuraal or some shit in which case, phew.) Anyway kaafi off-brand Gauri Kumari Sharma vibes mil rahe mujhe FL se toh I can’t somehow get into it yet. 😐😐😐

ZEE. Kumkum - Pragya asking fam members to help her (Abhi in jail) Rhea (the twin who hates Pragya) agrees. Kundali - Preeta has her hair perfect in jail while ML tries to fix shit. Jindri - Locking wife in room is the new way of showing love. Katti Batti - shit show from promo so no info (total biwi#1 when she should be dumping his dumb ass). Rest IDK, the plots above my head. SONY. 7 1/2 - The show has bad prod quality for some reason. Not watching. (need more space for next so see you in #5) 

Yeh poora ka poora ZEE channel hi nahi chahiye mereko. Nothing on it has appealed to me since Qubool Hai and I highly doubt anything ever will. Bleargh. 🤢🤢🤢

Yeh 7 1/2 kaunsa show hai Sony pe??????? 🤔🤔🤔

KUDCA - FL runs away from marrying Veer. He hires fake bride (turns out it is FL who was briefly reunited with her bff who is now kothewaali). COLORS. Namak - Always abusive ML (can't act) now in love with FL (can act) and his family is shitty, as usual. Pinjra - Makers pulled a Main Na Bhoolungi. SSK - archaic shit is back. Shakti - ML post plastic surgery trying to convince FL that he is ML. Fans hate new actor btw. BB - Kid topped, so going to hostel? Bawara Dil - TOXIC SHIT!!! Love, Baby J

KUDCA ka main kya hi boloon, whole thing sounds like a clusterfuck.

Namak is such a weird mindfuck of a show, beech mein kuch kaala jaadoo type bhi hain. ML nafrat se pyaar tak pohunch gaya lekin majaal ho jo uske chehre pe shikan tak aaye. Someone explain to me why that Nazar waali daayan ki character is the mom to two of the ladies (who are easily in their 30s, yet mummy looks younger......... Must be all the kaala jaadoo), but everyone calls her didi, including her daughters??? Also why do these two families live together???? Why does this show exist in general??????////

Pinjra waali shaayad na bhoolegi but I sure forgot this show exists. Thank god for my brain just filtering out the info it doesn’t want and being like sorry 404, page not found. Saves me a lot of rage.

SSK mein I just need to know what new species Simar (or choti Simar, or whoever) is gonna metamorphize  into. May I suggest a cow, since that’s the only animal that gets any respect and protection in this country these days.

The way I gaspeddddddddddddddd when I saw OG Anurag Basu backkkkkkkkkk??????// Bhai is on what virgin-blood-drinking regimen ki he still looks exact same???? Sir pls to share sekrits.

Bawara Dil - First I’m ever hearing of this show, and thus, I really dgaf.

[umhicanihelpyou]

Warning: Pills, Truama, Rape, Incest, Suicide Mention

Story Type: Extreme Angst

Notes: In this all the Dream smp characters lives in a giant mansion some share (they want to not have to) others dont. This is also a redacted version I will be posting a non-redacted version.

I dont this this the way he was planning to tell them if he was going to at all........

"Nononononononononononononononno where is it  where is it where is it WHERE IS IT!" "Dude why are you screaming it's seven in the morning!"

You see Dream seems to have a habit of losing his (redacted) and because hes has to (redacted)  them in the morning and he hasn't told anyone it makes shit super complicated.

There was the sound footsteps down the halls

And just as Sapnap walks in Dream sees them under his bed but Sapnap sees as he swiftly hides them behind hes his back. But George being George (who was apparently behind Sapnap) noticed the moment he walked in a said "What in the name of the fuckin' mother Mary is going on!" "Nothing nothing at all is going on I just lost myyyyy keys" Dream replied "Thats a lie because their in your bottom drawer.. Like always plus it's three in the morning why do nwed your keys?" Punz stated matter of factly.

His footsteps echoed through the empty halls being a streamer can fuck up your sleep schedule so it makes sense for everyone to be alseep as it was only Seven A.M but soon he remembered something he wasn't supposed too.  His footsteps echoed through the empty halls being a streamer can fuck up your sleep schedule so it makes sense for everyone to be alseep as it was only Seven A.M but soon he remembered something he wasn't supposed too. 

That (redacted) made sure that as soon as he was done walking home from school he had to crawl around the house. That (redacted) made sure that he would remember the day he snitched it was why he had take his (radacted) they helped him forget so he could live a normal life.

Calm the fuck down your fine (redacted) cant hurt you anymore but when (redacted) (redacted) your a goner jusy like they said you'd be you'll always be NOTHING "-m -am DREAM!" It was they last thing he heard before he fell into the pool the cold water snaping him out of his trance.He got out of the pool he was fine and had finally calmed down. That was until he noticed something they pills were no longer in his hands rather they Georges because he picked them up with a panicked as Dream ran from them. "Oh and by the way" Sapnap said as he wrapped a towel around the freezing boy "You have some explaining to do"

Flash back; "Guys stop he dropped something umm interesting." George said "What is- Hey are you okay." Punz asked him as he noticed the tears in the other boys eyes "Yeah.. Its just that it's a (redacted) bottle" "Dude what kind of sick joke is that?" Tommy said walking out of  "his" shared room Tubbo and Ranboo following suite "The kind that isn't a joke." George managed to get out ".....That isn't funny George" Tommy commented blabbering on.

At some point George had enough and threw the bottle at him(Stream reference) "Dude really?!" Was his immature and immediate reaction "Pick it up and apologize" George ordered but before the teen could do anything the object was snached from his hands by Punz. "Hey whats your fucking deal bastard?!?!"

"SHUT UPPP!?!!?" Well look who woke up" Ranboo joked "Im going to assume that not a single person here knows what time it is?" "......" Here I'll tell you oh! Would you look at that IT'S FOUR IN MORNING" Tubbo screamed "Sorry Tubbo" Sapnap apologized.

"It's fine or whatever what's all the fussing about anyway?" Tommy threw the bottle he had been holding "Clay Davidson prescription something something Forgetalia pills? What the fuck is dream on?" (Can you tell i'm bad at naming shit) "Hold up did you say Forgetalia" Punz chimed in "Umm. Yes I did... Why med student?" Tubbo said "Forgetalia pills are only prescribed to people with extremely unforgettable forms truma and depression it's a way to help those whos are trumatized recover by forgetting what happened to them"...... "What did you just say....?"

HEY LOSERS HAVE A FUCKING CLIFFHANGER UNREADACTED VER. COMIN HOT PREEEEEEEETYYYY SOOON ANYWAYS

FIRST ACTUAL POST LESTDHDJBRHZBDHRHRHRVHRHEVEV FUCKING GOOOOOFKJXJDJDBSBDHSNALFKFKVIFJF

(Still being edited)

[pillow-anime-talk]

scarfs.

synopsis: Bakugo, Todoroki, Kaminari and Kirishima getting as a gift a handmade scarf from their crush.

# tags: scenarios; U.A!au; crush culture; super fluff; super soft; super cute; sfw

includes: female readet ft. katsuki bakugo, shoto todoroki, denki kaminari & eijirou kirishima {bnha}

author’s note: again, thank you for request, @aa--leksandra​!!!

— KATSUKI

“What the fuck. Who’s there?”

These were the first words Bakugo said when you knocked on his door and with a big smile gave him a small package wrapped around in colorful paper with smol presents and fireworks on the edges.

“What is it?”

“A gift, don’t you see? It’s for you, Katsuki.” You smiled gently. “Can I come in? I want to see your reaction for this.”

Bakugo frowned while letting you into his room in the class-shared dorm.

When you entered the room, you looked around. Although you have been here many times, you still admired the cleanliness in Baku's room. And also you admired this small picture in the frame on his desk, which depicted the two of you.

“What occasion is this gift?” You heard a quiet, slightly uncertain question. “Anniversary of our friendship or something like that shit?”

“No, you fool. It’s April 20. Are you dumb?”

“Huh?”

“Your birthday... idiot. Then, yes. Happy birthday, Katsuki!” You screamed joyfully, clapping your small hands. “Open, open now. Please!”

Bakugo stood shocked, completely unsuspecting of ever getting a present from someone. Not counting his parents, of course. But you weren’t his mom or dad, you’re his... crush. His fucking ideal girl who he crushed from over a year. Getting a present from you was like a marriage proposal with him in his eyes. Of course he was moved, although he tried not to show it (as always in your presence, by the way).

When he ripped colored paper and took out a few chocolates and soft material, he looked at you questioningly. However, you stood quietly, just blushing on your cheeks.

“This is...”

“Scarf! I made it by myself! Expand it.” You told him, so he did it quikly. A green scarf with the black inscription ‘Ground Zero’ looked extremely charming in his eyes. He didn’t even realize that you could do this kind of things...

“It’s really...”

“Yeah. I know, you don’t like shit like this so much, but I thought you would need it... Especially during the winter, when you’ll have to warm up to be stronger during the fight or training...” You muttered quietly, at which Bakugo smiled softly.

“I can get shit like this from you for every birthday, Y/N. Thank you.”

You quickly came up to him and hugged his body smelling of delicate, coconut gel. Katsuki felt his cheeks turn as red as the caption on the green material...

Damn. So, it’s his turn to surprise you and maybe... invite you on a date... haha, just kidding... unless...?

— SHOTO

Shoto didn’t like Christmas. Maybe in totally another family this special time would been really nice, but not at the moment when his father was Enji and his mother was still in the hospital on the other side of town. Or if his siblings was be in one place... not as currently, when Toya disappeared few years ago, Fuyumi worked in school from morning to the evening, and Natsuo had his private life and studies. That's the reason why Todoroki was hate Christmas, New Year Eve, and every other holiday like his own birthday or Children's Day.

Anyway. It was supposed to be the first Christmas in U.A High School. He didn’t wait for this day, unlike some people in 1-A Class like Uraraka, Mineta and Kirishima were charged with too much energy. But he? Shoto looked at everything with tired eyes, thinking about the excuse to not spend this time with friends, carols and gingerbreads.

The day before Christmas Eve all people of your class organized a huge supper in the main room. Sato prepared delicious cakes, Mina, Bakugo and you took care of cooking dishes. Kaminari and Sero decorated the room, while Izuku with Shoji’s help had decorated a Christmas tree... and Momo and Tsui was cleaned the living room before. Everything looked really beautiful... Yet Shoto couldn’t enjoy it at all.

Right, admiring your person in an apron and a soft smile on your face was pleasant, but it was the only thing that Shoto noticed. Therefore, at one point he put the newspaper on the table next to the sofa and stood up, directing his person to his own room.

Hardly anyone paid any attention to him, but you (as befits a good, pure soul) wanted to follow him to asked what happened. Bakugo’s voice, however, stopped you from doing this thing.

“Leave this two-shitty-haired-color boy alone, Y/N. If he wants, he’ll come back to us later.”

“Yes, but...” You sighed quietly, unbuttoning your white apron. “Give me a moment, Baku. And look after the pasta, please!”

“She’s stupid or what. The Todo-Lion will kill her.” The pink girl whispered. Bakugo shrugged and went back to cooking.

At the same time, you went to your room for a gift that you made with your own hands. You knew that Shoto didn’t like Christmas and didn’t feel their magic, but even this didn’t stop you from making a warm scarf in a color who’s matches with his hero’s outfit. Anyway... You wanted to give something to your sympathy, that’s all.

You liked Todoroki, so that’s why you wanted to give him something. Holidays were, of course, a good reason to do it.

When you knocked on your friend’s room, your heart sped up slightly. And when Shoto dressed in black turtleneck opened the door for you and raised an eyebrow, because he not expecting anyone, especially your visit. 

“Can I go inside?” You asked, and the heterochromic boy opened the door wider. When you got inside you immediately looked at his face. “I know you don’t like Christmas... And I also know that you don’t like getting anything from someone, but I thought...” You gave him a paper, silver bag. “... this would be super useful for you in this time of the year. I didn’t know what to buy, so ultimately I did something by myself. I hope you like it... If not, it’s okay! I can do something completely different for you... Like gloves or a beanie. “

Shoto opened both his eyes widely and then a bag with a woolen blue scarf inside. 

Shoto.exe has stopped working.

“T-This is... for me?”

“Yes. It’s Christmas, Shoto. Soooo, Merry Christmas!”

“Thank you... But... I have nothing for you, Y/N... I’m sorry...”

“It’s alright. You can hug me or smile to me as a thank you. I think this will be the best present.” You said cheerfully, opening your arms.

Todoroki hugged you tightly to his chest and even gave you a little kiss on the forehead. You stood cuddled up in him for a few minutes, and he thought about confessing love to you at the same time.

Maybe... now after the Christmas dinner?

— DENKI

“Hey, Mina? Ummm... Do you know where’s Kaminari?” You came up to the girl who was sitting on the big sofa in the main room and playing on the PlayStation with Uraraka and Toru.

“No...” She murmured in surprise. “Is something wrong that you’re looking for him?”

“Nothing special. Denki has just been sad since recently, so I just wanted to take him for a walk and to the cafe.”

Ashido opened her mouth to say something, but Eijiro’s hand rested on your shoulder. “He’s behind our dorm. When I bypassed him, he said he was going to rest or something like that.”

“Oh!” You breathed a sigh of relief. “Thanks, Kirishima!” You said quickly, equally quickly you left the four students and heading towards the exit from the dorm. At that moment, Mina noticed the small package in your hands and, of course, she knew what this could mean... Would you finally decided to reveal your feelings to Kaminari? It seemed interesting move in the pink girl’s eyes.

However, you fast found a golden-haired boy with a lightning bolt-shaped streak of black who’s sat on a bench under a large, oak tree. From a distance, you saw his bored expression and the dark circles under his eyes that appeared on his face three days ago.

As a good friend, you wanted to improve Denki’s mood. You weren’t very good at these matters, but thanks to watching a lot of TV series and movies you remembered some friendly habits. One of them was just giving presents and taking the other person to the coffee shop or food bar.

“Denki?” You started quietly because you didn’t want to scare him. When the yellow boy noticed you, he immediately moved his head and brought a smile on his own face.

“Y/N! Hi!” He answered loudly, so you rolled your eyes. “Something happened?”

“I’m the one, who should ask this question.”

The boy looked at you questioningly, but without a word you sat next to him with a gift in your lap. You quickly opened a light, thin paper and pulled out a downy, dark-yellow scarf with small, black lightnings. You slowly wrapped the material around your friend’s neck and smiled softly to him.

“You’ve been in a worse mood for a long time, so I decided to help you a little. I would like you to know that you’ll always find support in me and if something happens, tell me about it, okay?”

“Y/N...” Denki grabbed the edge of a two-colored scarf and ran one finger over it.

“I did it for two days, so you better appreciate it!”

“You made it by yourself?! You shouldn’t...” His cheeks turns red.

“Of course I should. You’re in a bad and nasty humor. If it happens again, I can sew you a socks next time... Now, get up.”

Kaminari looked at you with another question mark painted on his face. “What? Why?”

“We’re going to a cafe. And later we’ll go to a pizzeria or on a burgers! I’m soooo hungry. You too, right?” You turned the other way to hide the cherry pigment on your skin, while he lowered his head, blushing even more.

“Ummm... So, this is a date?” He asked uncertainly when his heart was beating louder and faster than usual. This isn’t surprising... he liked you a lot. Is it possible that a girl like you also liked him in THIS way...?

“Y-Yeah. Why not? So, come. Our date will get away, Denki!”

Oooh myYyyY GOddD.

— EIJIRO

Kirishima stood with Tetsutetsu and paid no attention to the world around him. No wonder... After all, it was the end of the school year for the all last classes in U.A. High School, and Tetsutetsu was his friend for last three years. He had to say goodbye to him and then to his own class, 3-A.

You stood alone on the other side the corridor and waited for Kirishima to come back to you and the rest of your friends. But yet, you sighed quietly and returned to class, taking a seat on the bench, which in a few minutes, after the last speech of Mr. Aizawa will cease to be yours. It’s too sad.

Next to your leg lay your bag in which there was a small present for Eijiro. Of course, you couldn’t finish school without giving him anything. Or not confessed the feelings that had developed in you since almost the beginning of education.

The last bell was a godsend for you and other 3-A students. Kirishima returned to class and you looked at him with a smol smile. He decided to approach you. Thanks to that, some courage gathered within you. You reached for your bag and then pulled the red-haired boy to the back of the classroom.

“Something happened, Y/N? We’re finishing in a moment. After that, we can talk.” He started uncertainly, but you shook your head.

“Later I may not do it at all...” You started shyly, taking a small gift for Kirishima out of the black bag. “It’s for you. For at the end of education and... everything else.”

“Huh? For me?” He asked in shock, accepting the gift. “Thank you, but... I have nothing for you...”

“I don’t want anything in return, Eiji.” You said it lightly and then took a deep breath. “Anyway... I also wanted to say that I like you. Since... Since for a long time. Before we finished this school and we will go to other universities, I wanted to tell you that. I would regret if I kept it to myself.” You added, looking at the floor in the classroom. Kirishima’s eyes widened.

This can’t be true.

“Y/N?”

“Yes, yes. It’s a little bit embarrassing, but I prefer to confess it to you.”

THIS CAN’T BE TRUE.

You not only gave him a super soft and red scarf, which perfectly matched his costume and the whole idea of ​​‘Red Riot’, but you also admitted that you like him! Eijiro was shocked. SO SHOCKED.

“Woah... I don’t know what to say...” He started and you blushed. ”I mean... I like you from the first day of school and I was always afraid that you don’t like me in this way. And now something like this... This scarf is the most manly thing I’ve ever seen! I will proudly wear it. And well... What I’ll say is probably a little bit embarrassing too, but... Do you want to go on a date with me? I don’t know where yet, but together we’ll come up with something!”

“Y-Yes. Eiji, I...”

“Y/L/N, Kirishima. Take your places now. You two will go on date and talked about this after the last class meeting.”

At the sound of Mr. Aizawa’s voice and words, you and Eijiro became as red as the scarf. At the same time, the rest of the class who’s came back, started laugh at two of you.

[bluescarfvivi]

(For Vivi) For all your new abilities, you won't be able to save them. You've already proven you can't. You've made decisions that have rent your team asunder in the past. Eventually, you will again. You will slip. You will make the wrong choice. And once again, if you're unlucky, you will survive to soak in the consequences of your failure, as everyone around you disappears. Who knows if you will even remember their faces.

Send my muse scary messages.

“You grey faes just looooove hanging out in the past, DON’T YOU!” When one anonymous creature reared its ugly, chaotic vengeance upon a targeted mortal, more would follow. It’s an observation Vivi realized upon some of her first encounters with such strange beings. However, like most troublesome magic faes, this investigator conducted her research and figured out some...interesting ways to handle these annoyances. 

There would be no need for the metal slugger....yet. 

“How could you even judge myyyyy new abilities when I haven’t even harnessed the damn power yet! Look at yooooou~ Some high-strung, all knowing, mystical individual who’s pulling the fate cards on me.” Venom laced her voice, spitting in the face of this intruder. “You don’t know a DAMN THING about what I’m capable of, and EVEN I don’t know it yet! All I have, from ANY experience with this accursed family lineage came from a chance grocery store encounter which evolved into some...overarching war on the souls.” An experience that still baffled Vivi to this day. 

“If I have to repeat myself to YOU, like I did to one of your ‘little friends’ then I am NOT wasting any more of my breath, on a fucking...despicable...cre-”

...all that anger hit pause. 

Lingering words spoken from this particular grey face suddenly changed her emotional charge. Back when Lewis opened the locket, when all those locked and erased memories flooded back in one sitting, despite restoring Vivi’s mind it still...caused some irreversible damage. Years after came with bouts of memory loss, short-term mostly and some long-term. 

Even with spectral powers chaining those memories, locking them away in a deeper part of her psyche, while that influence slowing ate any other precious grey matter...she still forgot.

She forgot...so much. 

Little details about her daily life, small instances from her childhood or teen years, and growing to a point of misplacing several important items. How bad...would her memory become in later years? It always started out small but then avalanche into larger, more daily life aspects. 

“...I....I....”

No! It couldn’t be possible to forget them! They are her team. They are her friends. Her companions, her family. All of them, even those Vivi knew knew through her day-job. The hearty laughter from Lance, the playful giggles from the Pepper sisters. 

She could NEVER forget them all..... 

.....right?

Hands tightened into pure white fists, knuckles shaking as each covered an eye. Something pricked her left iris, though each eye held a tight shut. Coldness? Why did it feel colder? Why did it suddenly feel so sore in her left eye? 

What’s going on right now!? 

“....leave me....alone...” 

That’s the grey fae’s only warning.

[dronexxx1]

A Rubber Nightmare?

Tom: 30 years old, finds himself Asexual, Always wanted to be in a relationship with a female but could never seem to score that BF/GF title always stuck in the friend zone.Until one day, He came across this store that had different attire, one that he’s never seen before. He sees a suit in the front window, keeps eye balling the suit. Almost as if it’s calling his name...(Tom....Tom....Tom....). 

Tom, finally has the courage to walk into the store, not knowing what’s to come next. He sees a guy at the counter and walks over to him to ask him about the place and the suit he sees in the window......

Mr Drone: Well Hello boi!, what brings you in? 

Tom: Hello Sir, I was walking on by and i caught a glimpse of a suit in your display window, its weird but it felt as though it was calling my name wanting me to try the suit on. I was wondering if I could try it out and see how it feels? I’ve never seen anything like it or this store, this is my first time here...

Mr Drone: Ah, a rookie!, no worries boi, i’ll take good care of you, just as I take care of all of my pets. Here, let me go get you that suit so you can try it on and see how you like it......

Mr Drone, goes over to the display window to grab the suit, and says Soon this boi will  realize it’s too late and he will become one with the hive mind, never to escape........

Mr Done: Here you go boi, the dressing room is over there in the corner, but i’d advise you have a 2nd hand to help you put that on. 

Tom: Ugh, sure. Ok! would you like to help me put the suit on? Again, i’m new here at this store and has never worn anything like this....What’s the material made out of sir? 

Mr Drone: This material, is very popular, it’s made out of Rubber, it’s like having a 2nd skin on you and as soon as you put it on, it feels like it’s hugging your body very tight not wanting you to let go. It’s a wonderful feel, you’ll see what I mean once we get you in the suit...On you go boi, take off your clothes and I do mean all of them, even your underwear...You’ll want the full experience in being in rubber don’t you? 

Tom: I guess so, ok. give me one moment while i take everything off.......

Tom: Ok i’m ready sir

Mr Done: Good boi, sit on that chair over there so we can get you all rubbered up ( having a evil grin on his face)...Now boi, a few things to remember about wearing rubber. Rule number 1, you don’t wear the rubber, the rubber wear’s you. Rule number 2, always apply lube so you can easily slide into it. Rule number 3 and the last rule and the most important of all, Rule number 3, Never take the Rubber off once it’s on. 

Tom: Looks a bit scared, but remembers all the rules and starts applying the lube onto his body, Tom asks Mr Drone, to help apply lube on his back and so he does. A few moments later, the boi is all lubed up and ready to be put in the suit. 

Mr Done: let’s start with the legs..Mr Drone, puts the legs on the boi first, slide’s right on......

Tom: Sir? The boi said, The suit feels  a lot different from the normal clothes we wear, it feels a bit smooth and relaxing and yet i’ve only got the legs in.  Mr Drone: Yes boi, the rubber has that effect once you are all sealed up, it wants you to feel good and be relaxed and happy. 

Mr Drone, then  helps the boi pull the suit across his stomach and shoulders, then zips the suit up from the back. Mr Drone, then adds a special lock onto the back of the zipper so the boi cannot free himself. 

Tom: Mr drone: I feel a bit weird, I feel like it’s tightening onto my body, it feels heavy to breath...

Mr Drone: Oh boi, you have lots too learn. That’s your adrenaline kicking in, it kind of feels claustrophobic but that’s with everyone who’s never tried rubber on. You’ll start to love it soon enough. We just have to get the hood over your head now. Are you ready to be all rubbered boi?

Tom: Yes sir, I am ready to be rubbered up. 

Mr Drone, slips the hood over the boys head and locks the 2nd lock on the back of the hoods zipper...Well boi? How do  you feel? 

Tom: Ugh, I don’t know how I should feel sir, I feel strange, I can’t get the words I must serve and obey the hive mind out of my head. It hurts sir. 

Mr Drone: Tells, the boi to just relax, let the rubber consume you.Listen and Obey. 

Tom: Sir? I’m scared, I’d like to get out of the suit sir please? 

Mr Drone: You know rule number 3 boi? Never take off the rubber;. 

Tom: Sir? Sir? Help, Please, Sir? I can’t breath, I’m about to pass out......

The boy, then passes out and falls onto the floor. Mr Drone, transforms into a Rubber gimp, grabs the bois hands and drags him into the back room and lays him out onto the table all strapped up. Mr Drone then unzips the boys front door where his “toy” hangs out.....Moments later the boi comes to, all confused and is asking what is going on? 

Tom: Sir? What’s going on, where am I? 

Mr Drone: Relax boi, it will all be over soon

Tom: What do you mean all over soon? Who are you?

Mr Drone: You must feed the hive mind boi, I am hungry and  I need you to feed me 

Tom, starts to wiggle and tries to release himself but it’s no use, Mr drone starts walking towards his body leaning over him sniffing his parts. Looks the boi into his eyes....

Mr Drone: Just relax boi, You must feed the hive mind and serve and obey, serve and obey, serve and obey

Mr drone, looks back down and begins to suck the boi while the boi cries for help, but no one is able to hear his cries. 

Tom: Please, sir. Stop this, This isn’t right. I feel...I feel...Oh!, sir! what are you.....mmmmph

Mr Drone: That’s it boi, just relax, I’m very thirsty. once I get what i need from you, then the transformation will be complete....

Mr drone, continues to suck the boi dry, while the boi stares at Mr Drone feeding from him. 

Tom: I can’t move, I feel weak, I feel tired...My body temperature just shot up, what’s happening to me? oh no, he’s getting ready to take  my.....to take myyyyy......oh god! AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH

Mr Drone, starts slurping faster and faster while the boi screams one more time.The boi finally releases a white substance as Mr Drone is sucking it all up and looks at the bois face and says the transformation is now complete. 

Tom: soon as the white substance was released, he passes out yet again..A few moments later, he wakes back up...

Mr Drone: How do you feel now boi? 

Tom: I must serve and obey the hive mind. Serve and obey, Server and obey. Serve and obey 

The End..................