#I think there’s something about Kingston that I would like to be like

[wizardofpalmsprings]

Kingston Brown is the first D20 character I really got attached to. There was something about him that really resonated with me. He’s warm, he’s the voice of the city, he’s messy, he still loves his ex, he takes a down on his luck trans man in, he lives with his family. He IS New York City - he encapsulates one of the multitude versions of the true American Dream. December 21st? He’s making breakfast

[chocoqtelle]

inner child pac reading

🦀 pile one,,

I know we're used to being super helpful, but it's good to help yourself too. you should always make sure you're okay first. It's important for us to be okay, even if other people don't think so. we should think so. things are gonna be okay for us. they always are. I want to do the things we like. I don't understand why you care about what people think now. I think we should try doing what we like more, even if it's embarrassing. it doesn't have to take a lot of time. it's just good to have fun sometimes. maybe you can get back into some of our old interests if you want?

it seems like this pile had to mature quickly and was overly generous in childhood. this likely led to some people pleaser habits. when the world said "be nice" and "care about others" you took it to heart, but it felt like you were the only one who did. you felt like you had to be the adult in your childhood and care for other people around you. for some of you, you may have had to care for a parental/older familiar figure or your siblings. you're used to changing your words and your personality to be more digestible and gentle because this strong fear of conflict. you were scared of people being mean to you, so you avoided making anyone mad. it was like you were always tiptoeing over eggshells. now, you don't have to, so there's no point in worrying about people who don't worry about you. you'd be doing yourself and your inner child a favor by doing what you want. it might feel wrong to be yourself, but at least try. I won't delve too much into this part, but I believe some people in this pile also dealt with being oversexualized or being hyper sexual at a young age. I think it's important to know you're more than what you can give others for this pile. please also take a break for the love of god.

🐸 pile two,,

It's hard to feel loved if nobody shows you. at the same time, i don't think I'd want to be loved. it seems weird and uncomfortable. I'm not used to it so it's scary. I still wish that someone would care at least. it feels like nobody else cares. I'm really tired of things being silent and boring all the time. I want to do something fun. I want friends but I want to be by myself. people think I'm weird, but I think they're the weird ones. they can avoid me but I wouldn't wanna be friends with them anyway. it doesn't matter if it's lonely, I don't feel less lonely around people anyway. some people think I'm mean. I don't think I'm mean. i heard I look mean or I act mean sometimes, but what if that's just who I am? I don't try to be mean to people. I just don't want people to hurt me.

holy neglect trauma... there's a lot to unpack here 😓 first off, I hope you're alright. it seems like this pile never really learned how to interact with people and is probably still a bit of a people hater. this pile has had to keep strong boundaries and walls on to protect themselves from unfamiliar experiences (being spoken to positively.) if you've never experienced something, it can be scary but you have to stop thinking every little thing is gonna go wrong in your life. it's fine. separate note but I think someone's ancestors are very present here, might want to connect with them if you don't already. you can try to shut down the feelings of loneliness and pretend connection won't help but it does. you're probably not connected with your inner child or you're ashamed of yourself for some reason. trying to be cold won't undo anything or save you from the feelings you're hiding. you'll have to acknowledge them at some point. escapism and forcing ignorance wont help forever. hopefully it'll be sooner than later, but that's your choice. it's okay to be soft, btw.

🐕 pile three,,

I know what I'm talking about. I'm serious. I wish people would take me more seriously. i get good grades, I study hard, I always prove how smart I am. for some reason, people still act like I'm too young and stupid to have opinions or that what I say is just silly, especially with emotions. they act like having emotions makes you a less rational person. some people look down on me for who I am, too. it's not something I can change. whether it's gender, age, or whatever, people always want an excuse to ignore how I feel or what I have to say. I know I'm right though. I don't want us to stop expressing ourselves. I wanna share how I feel to the world.

this pile is extremely opinionated and knows how to share their emotions. this pile is for the "bossy" kids who "should have been lawyers" or "a CEO" according to every adult around them. you were emotional as a child and it was always ignored or joked off as if your feelings were invalid. this pile is definitely natural-born leaders so if you aren't/never have been aspiration-driven or "extra" this pile probably isn't yours. the most healing thing you can do for yourself at this point is speak up. continue to speak about everything. share your opinion more, it's safe now and people will actually take you seriously. be emotional, be too much, be annoying, be talkative, be over-opinionated, be everything you feel like being and don't let anyone talk you out of it. lead your life how you want to. call everything out, even if it means being weird. I definitely feel like some people in this pile had the gifted kid experience or liked to read a lot when they were younger. there's also some unresolved anger that might need to be taken care of. I think speaking up more instead of bottling feelings up will definitely help that, though. you're not stupid or weak for being emotional. just be yourself unapologetically and that's the best thing you can do for your younger self.

[ssamlovr]

��ill we meet again?

𝗣𝗔𝗜𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚 𓈒𓈒𓈒 Daniela Avanzini ⋆ 𝑓𝑒𝑚 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 ・ 𝑐𝑤. 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉, high school au, friends to lovers — first kiss, first love, a little of angst...fluffy ending・ 𝑤𝑐. 6.k+ ・ 𝑔. 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿¿　—

song recommendations! (I literally wrote this listening to them so... 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️)

Bonfire —w2e

Kingston —faye webster

soren —beabadoobee

hoax —taylor swift

glue song —beabadoobe

a night to remember —beabadoobee, laufey

bewitched —Laufey

"I think some people are destined to meet each other in every universe they're in."

"Do you think that would happen to us?" Yn smiles at nothing exactly.

"Of course! I'd like to be yours in ever every universe if that were possible, Yn."

Or, maybe, Daniela and Yn are just destined to meet in any universe.

‘To my dani, when our world ends and our paths part, I promise to meet you on all your other days.’

&

‘To my yn, you’re my history. Look for me, i’ll look for you.’

✦‎ THE FIRST: always, in the same place & at the same time.

Could everything in the world one day be part of fate? There aren't many things that are certain.

But sometimes, a truth and a certain thing can be that two people were meant to be.

The stars aligned and everything was prepared, perfectly thought out. The universe was a perfectionist, and there were the right people at the right times, hearts ready to come together like two broken pieces meeting. Because the sun lit the way, and illuminated the mornings where two souls met like candles in a dark room.

Two young souls in the shade, and fate made it all work out.

Because maybe even the unpredictable is a little bit predictable too, and Daniela and Yn were written in destiny since the very first day.

They had been written in the universe since creation, side by side like shining stars, ready to meet, no matter when, no matter how. They were just there, ready for when they needed to find the other half that was always missing.

The other half of the soul.

This has always been a topic among the fans. At first, Daniela thought it was funny — and a bit cute, of course — the way Yn always described her as her "other half". It was just... something so simple, but at the same time so honest. So, so genuine of Yn, something that Dani had always admired in her: her truth, her transparency, her purity in parts that Dani never thought there could be.

That was probably the reason she fell in love: Yn was real. Truly real. Right there, always so close.

And, honestly, Daniela couldn't lie about their relationship. Everyone knew — literally everyone — that they were in love right from the start, right from when one wore pink and the other wore blue, right from when they were among twenty girls competing for a dream.

But even competing, even fighting, Daniela couldn't take her eyes off Yn. And Yn never could either.

And perhaps that was the reason for it all: in moments of crisis, when the light seemed to be constantly off, when everything was always on the edge of the world, Dani and Yn found peace in each other.

They were going to make sure it stayed that way for the duration of the Katseye’s contract: there, close, never forgetting the start of it all. Remembering that, no matter what happened, there was still love.

There was so, so much love.

In every little part of their day, Daniela always saw that, that kind of affection and care that she never had for anyone else. In every touch that served as a reassurance, as a "it's going to be okay", when Dani was exhausted after hours in the practice room. When Yn managed to hit a high note that she'd been struggling with for weeks and the first thing she does afterwards is look into Dani's eyes, and see that she's smiling, so full of proud.

When, in the midst of difficult diets and times when Yn couldn't eat because her mind was talking too loudly inside her head, and the only thing she needed was to have Daniela by her side, just there, because not being alone was enough.

Sometimes, she would just accept the portions of food that Dani fed her and find peace in the touch on her back, making comfortable circles. And there were times when it was Daniela who needed to do this for Yn, because they both had their own difficulties in everyday life and their pillar was knowing that they had each other.

Yn felt that life as famous would be a thousand times harder if she didn't have Daniela, if she didn't have someone to love — and someone who loved her back.

Dani felt that way too, whenever things seemed too heavy for her body to bear, whenever the dawns never seemed to end.

And she hoped that things would never change, honestly. Yn and Daniela weren't perfect, they never were, but there was beauty even in the things that didn't always work out, fights and arguments, when one of them can't say sorry, and then the other has to wait until the space becomes big enough for forgiveness. It was easy even when things were difficult, because even then they knew that everything would be okay.

Everything was always going to be okay.

No one can stay away from their other half for too long, can they?

"Do you believe in fate?" Yn asked one night. The bedroom would have been completely dark if it weren't for a small lamp illuminating the side of Dani's face, the light reflecting in her eyes, bright and huge like two stars about to explode in the sky.

There was a pause of silence. Yn knows that Dani is breathing because the two of them are practically fused together lying on the bed, the older one's head resting on the younger one's tattooed chest. Yn doesn't mind making strokes with her fingertip across Dani's back, connecting all the little moles that decorated it like remnants of paint on a white canvas. And then she could imagine that Daniela was her unfinished painting that Yn was determined to finish with her own lips one day.

"Yes." Dani whispered against Yn's skin, kissing that right spot on her collarbone. "Quite a lot, actually."

Daniela seemed especially soft this time, lying like that on Yn, clinging and sleepy. "It's nice to think about fate sometimes.”

Another pause. Yn could laugh at the tired way Dani was being, but it was so adorable that she just decided to admire the way she melted while petting her head.

"I think... some people are destined to meet each other in every universe they're in."

Yn smiles at this, looking up at the stain on the ceiling which, ironically, seemed to be shaped like a panda with very large ears. It was Dani's room, and fortunately her roommate, Manon, was out playing games with Lara and Megan all night, so Yn and Daniela had a lot of time together to enjoy.

"Do you think that would happen to us?" Yn smiles at nothing in particular.

"Yeah... for sure." Dani murmured against Yn's skin. "I'd like to be yours in every universe if that were possible.”

She says it as if it were something simple. As if it wasn't something that made Yn's heart swell and pulse under the skin where her girl was laying.

The silence says a lot. Once again, the only thing that could be picked up by the ears were the synchronized breaths. But, at the same time, their hearts could see Yn's enchanted smile in the dark.

Yn?." She called, lifting her chin a little to look at Yn, her eyes searching for her.

"mh?"

"Are you happy? Like, truly happy?" She asks.

Yn stays silent. Happiness was always a kind of priority in her life. Her mother constantly said that no matter what you're doing, no matter where it takes you, you need to be happy. And if you're not, things aren't going as they should be.

With that kind of thing, Yn was constantly trying to be happy, truly happy. She did things she loved for a good part of her life: she met people, she danced, she won competitions, she sang, she realized her biggest dream.

But... sometimes, before everything really worked out, it was as if something was missing.

A part of her that hadn't been filled.

She only discovered that her other half was right there when she actually met Daniela. The girl who was competing with her for the first place, big eyes and the most beautiful smile in the whole world.

And in the midst of twenty other competitors and something that meant her future, it didn't take long for Yn to realize that this girl would make her so, so happy.

"I am. I really am. Why are you asking me that?" She asks lightly.

"I'm afraid of the people around me not being happy." Dani says. "All I want is for you to be happy with me."

Yn smiles widely. Daniela was so sweet that it made her heart ache, just so genuine and pure, resting bare-chested in Yn's arms, their hearts holding each other together.

"I'm so happy by your side, Daniela. You don't have to be afraid. I'm so, so happy." Yn confesses, holding it, keeping it. "Are you?"

It takes Dani a few seconds to stand up, her legs around Yn's hips to face her properly. There's a pause before she kisses the younger one's lips lightly, holding her chin as if she's going to run away. It lasts no more than three seconds, but Yn feels like she could stay there for three hours.

"I am." Dani says just as she pulls away from her mouth, her forehead resting against Yn's, their noses touching lightly. "You are my happy."

And Yn doesn't have to move far to kiss her again.

I would live through all the bad things, all the difficulties, all over again, just to be happy with you as I am now.

Only because now I got you, and you got me, forever.

"You'll be my happy in all the other universes too." Dani murmurs, soft on Yn's skin, their hips cracking together.

I hope so.

I really hope so.

But it was just another dawn between all the other universes. There would be many more times to be happy.

It always would.

✦‎ THE SECOND: but I promise you, I'll never let go of your hand

The flowers were beautiful at that time of year. Big petals falling from the trees and decorating the grass that should have been cut last spring. Summer was hot, but it wasn't unbearable. There were still clouds hovering in the blue sky with strange shapes that Yn always said looked like some exotic animal.

"That one looks like a lizard." She says to the fifth cloud she can identify, her head lifting a little to watch, her eyes squinting against the sunlight.

Next to her, leaning against the large trunk of their favorite tree, Daniela snorts out a laugh.

"You're just taking random clouds and saying they look like something."

"No, this time it's for real." The younger one exclaims, her brown hair falling into her eyes as she points to the sky, causing Dani to look up too. "It really looks like a lizard. It's got a tail and everything."

Daniela narrows her big eyes at the figure. If she tried hard, could be a lizard there, but she decides to just deny it with her head and give a small laugh.

"Nah. You're too imaginative sometimes, ynie." She says and Yn grumbles beside her, bumping their shoulders together.

"You never believe me." She mumbles before crawling down the trunk of the tree, practically lying there looking up at the sky.

Dani just watches her with a sweet smile and, after just a minute or two of silence, Yn calls her attention again, saying that she found a cloud that looks like a panda with very large ears.

It was always like that, honestly, and it didn't matter much. Daniela never said it, but she really liked those summer afternoons where they did nothing more than relax and burn their skins in the sun and then laugh at the way their cheeks got red.

And Daniela just loved it. Everything about that little world where she lived with her best friend, Yn: the sunny afternoons eating ice cream and feeling the sea air impregnate their noses, riding bikes and competing to see who could get to the other side of the road the fastest, spending late nights doing nothing at all in each other's rooms.

It was just a life where everything seemed enough. Where they didn't have to worry about anything other than what they were going to do the next day.

Just them in their own little world.

Yn and Dani couldn't remember exactly when they had become so close, it was like they had been stuck together with a super-powered glue — they had just always been together and had never had a really happy memory where one wasn't next to the other. It was just... them, together, all the time, Yn and Dani in their own universe where there was nothing and no one to make them regret anything.

And there were those nights where it was already part of the routine, where Yn slept in Dani's room, in the same bed, wearing her friend's pajamas because she always forgot to bring her own.

It was always easy to sleep in a place where the only noise was the quiet breathing of a person you trust with your life. But this time, Yn wakes up in the middle of the night with the sound of the mattress moving beneath her. Her eyes open slowly, heavy with sleep, and the first thing she sees is that familiar, reassuring image of Daniela's back, restlessly moving in bed.

"You're not sleeping." Yn says the obvious in a whisper, her voice slightly hoarse.

There's a pause where Dani slowly turns over in the dark, looking at Yn for a few seconds, then looking away.

"No, I am." Daniela replies back.

Yn laughs lightly, rubbing her eyes and snuggling closer into her sheet, feeling the weight of the two of them pulling her down.

"What's wrong?" She asks.

Dani sighs and Yn knows she's pouting like every time.

"I don't know." She mumbles. "It's just my head."

Yn breathes a little deeper this time and she feels her ankle touch Dani’s.

"It never stops. It's like..." She stops. "Forget it, it's not important."

"It seems pretty important, actually." Yn replies and feels Dani shrink in front of her.

"It's not."

There are a few seconds of silence and Yn seems to be trying to read Dani’s expression, trying to understand everything inside her best friend. She always saw that Dani had a difficult time getting to sleep, and the solution was always just... to be there, sometimes to stroke her back until she fell asleep against the palm of her hand when things were comfortable enough.

But they never talked about it the next morning, they never had to: what happened at dawn stayed at dawn.

"You can talk to me." Yn mutters.

"I know.”

Yn looks at her, and it's as if there's a whole universe just in the girl's eyes, and all the secrets and mysteries can be discovered there.

"Then do it." The younger one smiles and looks so simple.

Daniela just looks at her, and she thinks that life could be much easier for girls like her if there were only people like Yn in the world. Pure people who loved, who lived as if it were their first and last life, and who had hearts big enough to hold all kinds of good words.

People like Yn, who listened in the dark.

"I feel like such a fake these days." Dani says, shrinking a little into her own body. "As if... I pretend to be someone I'm not, all the time. It's like a big theater play."

"What?"

"Life. Life is like acting until you can't stand it anymore and miss all your lines that you should have memorized."

Yn looks at her best friend for a few seconds, and there she sees that people carry many worlds inside them, and sometimes some worlds are in crisis, in war — searching for words to make peace.

And sometimes peace is pretending, pretending that everything is fine until it really is. But, in the back of your mind, you know that the wound hasn't closed, and that it's still bleeding, even if silently, even if no one sees it — even though you're seeing it. Even though you see yourself bleeding every day.

But you still pretend, pretend until all your blood is gone.

"I think I'm a very bad actress." Dani says. "I just... can't be the way people expect me to be."

"I don't expect anything from you." Yn says automatically. "You don't have to act when you're with me."

"I don't do that." Dani says and her toes trace a line on Yn's shin, soft as a feather. "Being with you is like... backstage at a play, maybe."

"Really?" Yn smiles slightly.

"yep."

Dani looks at Yn, and sometimes it's hard to find beauty in the world. Even with so many landscapes and art and faces, the world is on fire, and everything is burning down. And maybe the universe is running out, and there are few lives left to live as if they were your last.

Happiness is hard to come by.

Peace even more so.

And artists wonder, are there still beautiful things in the world?

Dani thinks that maybe, just maybe, she has found the answer as she looks at a girl in front of her who is wearing her pajamas.

"Yn?." She whispers, her voice as gentle as a love song.

Dani murmurs, closing her eyes slightly.

"I think you're my favorite person in this world."

The younger one opens her eyes, and she holds onto Dani as if she depended on it, although they wouldn't even be touching if it weren't for their ankles tangled at the end of the bed.

But she felt, for a fraction of a second, that there was something strong between them — stronger than any other connection or invisible string of fate.

She just knew it was right.

Yn just knew that she was right in that moment, living that life with Dani, being enough, being everything they needed to be — being bad actresses to the rest of the world, but just two girls with each other.

And, that day, Yn wanted to be a poet or an artist, so she could write works and many words to describe this incredible world she was living in with Daniela. But, well, she wasn't a poet.

Yn was just a girl who love very much.

She looks at Dani, and just says before falling asleep: "And I think you're my favorite person in the universe.”

✦‎ THE THIRD: even your heart, I wanna know

Would you ruin yourself a million little times for love?

Would you break and rebuild yourself again, healing wounds with your own blood, just to find out if there is still beauty?

Love is in all the little things, and the big ones too, yet only a few people can see it. And it's not about having good eyesight, or being observant — it's about being born with that gift of seeing love even when the world and everything is falling down.

Some people were just like that, and others weren't.

Daniela didn't seem to have been born with that gift. She often didn't believe in love, the seasons passed and she didn't even seem to notice. People said that she was as cold as winter. And… It was as if she was empty of passion.

Yn, meanwhile, was just full of it.

Yn liked flowers, and Dani liked the bright colors of the petals. She was a rather negative person sometimes, but she believed Yn when she said that things would get better. The early mornings seemed empty in her room. Yn loved the dawn, but she didn't like silence — she liked peace. Summer was leaving and everyone was waiting anxiously for spring to arrive. Cherry blossom petals decorated the streets.

And Daniela would take one by one and give it to Yn, just because they look like those sweet rosy cheeks.

Well, maybe the world is really dark and empty for certain people, maybe Daniela isn't that romantic, or maybe she doesn't even believe that her heart can carry love.

But... she could definitely see the beautiful things.

Yn was one of them.

On the other side of the window, leaves were falling and being carried away by the wind. Across the silent classroom, there were students paying attention to the teacher's sloppy explanation. There was Yn, her head resting on her hand, fighting a battle against sleep and trying to not let her eyes close.

She stretches and rubs her eyes, looks around the room for a few seconds. And then she sees that Daniela is looking at her.

There's a smile on her face, as always. A smile that Yn likes to think belongs only to her.

It's enough to mess with her head, and it's even hard to smile back.

It's difficult because it just is, because Daniela keeps looking at her from the other side of the room. And Yn knows damn well that even if everything went dark, the first thing she would see would be Dani's light.

Now, you may be wondering what Daniela and Yn are. It's a delicate question, not a difficult one, just one with a very... subtle answer that even they can't figure out most of the time.

It was just..that. A friendship, for sure. Dani and Yn had been friends since 7th grade, and now, in their 2nd year of high school, maybe things had been lost and found along the way, and now they were in a big but sensitive and discreet mess: they were in love.

Obviously, being in love with your best friend can be a terrible thing, something that has a great chance of ruining a beautiful and important friendship. In situations like that, words could be like bombs dropping in surprise on the territories — the fields called the heart, which could bleed or just... heal.

But before using words (which is already very complicated, honestly) there is what we might call space. You can decide how the space will be: big, small, deep or shallow. The only certainty is that there will be a delimited space between love and, of course, friendship.

And nobody talks much about it, but that space hurts.

It's an emptiness, but there is silence and doubt. You think, should I go over to the other side? Going from friendship to love, crossing that bridge, is maybe a decision you can never take back, something you can't regret, otherwise you'll fall.

Then there's nothing else.

It's only a... hole. And you just fell in.

When the last class bell rings, the students pick up their materials and slowly make their way out of the classroom. Dani watches Yn put everything in her backpack, waiting for her by the door.

"Come on, I don't want to miss the bus because of you." Daniela hurries her along and Yn just smiles at her, her dimples above her cheek showing.

The two of them walk through the hallways together, relieved that it's Friday and that they're finally going home. Leaving the building, they remain silent as they cross the sidewalk and step on the flowers that are constantly falling from the trees.

Like an everyday scene in the life of high school students, there were couples everywhere: the boy carrying the girl's bag while holding her hand and listening to her talk about her day, glancing at her sometimes, without saying anything specific, just listening attentively.

Yn stares intently at the couple a little ahead of them, seeing the boy stop abruptly and then slowly take a strand of the girl's brown hair from her eyes, brush it behind her ear and smile. The girl smiles at her boyfriend, then leans in to kiss him sweetly on the lips.

"You're staring." Dani comments in a low voice, nudging Yn.

She looks away and returns to walking, her cheeks suddenly turning hot.

"They're cute." The younger girl mutters, her tone almost bordering on disappointment.

"They are." Dani nods, looking at Yn out of the corner of her eye. "Why are you like this?"

"Just thinking."

Look, Yn was always thinking about something. Sometimes it was like a damn torture, her brain just wouldn't stop, ever, not even for a second, and it was just hard. She noticed things too much, things that she sometimes has no way of controlling, things that aren't even within her reach — but, even so, she thought about them, and never stopped.

She thought a lot about her life. About her friendships, about people, about passion. About the romance she'd never experienced. About what she felt — something like love. About girls, and boys too. About friends, and this Daniela Avanzini girl.

She thought a lot about Daniela, every damn moment of her life.

"What exactly?" Dani asked, looking down at her feet, as if hesitating about the answer she might receive.

A few moments of silence, Yn tries to find her words in the middle of her messy brain.

"Have you ever dated anyone?" Yn asks innocently, her eyes big with curiosity as she looks at her friend.

"No. You know I haven't."

Yn nods. They barely ever talked about that kind of subject, so she was measuring her words carefully at that moment.

"But... Have you ever liked anyone?"

"I think... yeah, maybe. But I'm a bit bad at identifying my feelings, not good at this kind of thing..." Dani waits a few seconds before continuing. "What about you?"

"What?"

"Have you had feelings for someone?"

"I-I don't know... I guess I'm bad at that sort of thing too."

Dani lets out a small laugh.

"What are you laughing at?" Yn mutters, embarrassed.

"I think a lot of people might like you." Dani comments, smiling at nothing. Yn looks at her curiously, walking slowly as they reach the bus stop.

"Really?"

"yep." Dani says. "Boys, mostly.”

Yn bites the inside of her cheek. She thinks about it for a moment, about people liking her... She doesn't feel anything about it, though. She didn't know whether to consider it a good thing or a bad thing, she just...

She keeps looking at Daniela.

"Daniela." She calls out. "Do you think there's any difference between loving a friend and loving a... a..."

"A boy?"

"Or a girl." Yn breathes as she says it.

Daniela, who had previously been looking at the few cars passing by on the little-trafficked street, turns her head towards Yn and looks at her intently, as if searching for something.

"You..." She tries to say, but ends up being lost. "I think there must be a difference. Maybe it's just... more intense, you know, being in love."

"Yeah, maybe." Yn agrees. "I was wondering what it was like"

"I think it's... big, you know? Like a big explosion. It's so huge and intense that it explodes, and then melts into you again."

Yn looks at her and Dani knows she said too much. But it's as if she's just describing her own chest in that and so many other moments of her life. Like a sun inside her, pulsating and wanting to be let out and warm someone else beyond that interior. A kind of heat that burns, but doesn't hurt — it warms, actually.

"It sounds... good.”

"If it's with the right person..." Dani hesitates. "It must be good, yes."

"Yeah." Yn murmurs, looking down at her hands shyly. "I'd like to fall in love."

Daniela stays silent, and she knows that there's something in Yn that she should be able to read, as if the girl is constantly wanting to leave words in the rest of her speech.

"I think it's hard for someone to fall in love with me." Dani laughs a little.

"What do you mean?" Yn frowns.

Dani plays with her hands, leaning against the wall of some house without looking at Yn.

"People say I'm cold. They've told me that I don't show my feelings, and that's why I don't seem to love anyone. Something like that." Daniela mutters, exposing that wound that hurts and never seems to heal.

Yn stays silent for a few seconds, looking at Dani: her blonde hair and small face, her eyes so big and so, so bright. her lips, which spoke beautiful things and truths, her skin illuminated by the light coming through the clouds. As beautiful as the sun.

And Yn thinks, how could someone who shines so brightly be called cold?

"What?" Dani asked quietly, realizing that Yn was staring at her.

"Those people are wrong." She says very decisively, almost angrily. "You're not like that."

"No, I understand why they say that. I just... I don't know." Daniela shrugs. "It's complicated."

Yn continues to frown, leaning against the wall next to Dani, their shoulders touching, the shade of the cherry trees protecting them.

"That's not true. Daniela," Yn says, looking at every detail of Dani's face. "I see love in you. A lot, actually.”

Daniela looks at Yn, at her eyes, and there it is. No matter why or how, she's always there. In all her detail and beauty, Daniela listens to her, to her words.

Because she knows that no one else would say something like that in the whole world except Yn.

And something swells inside her chest, and there is something that has long been hidden behind layers of skin and history: a heart.

A feeling.

"Thank you." Dani just says it, but it's as if she's opening her body and showing everything to Yn, and only to her.

The other girl smiles and they wait for the bus to arrive in silence. It's simple, like a routine — but it's not simple, it's very exciting, your chest moving restlessly when you're close to someone you definitely like with your whole body.

Sometimes you fall in love with your best friends.

And sometimes, that's the purest kind of love.

On the bus, they share a single earphone and Yn lets Daniela choose the song. ' Bonfire , by Wave to earth, echoes in their little world and it's as if something very heavy has been removed from their souls. The clouds regroup in the sky, and while they are so protected, a soft and silent rain begins to decorate the day that was still sunny.

Daniela naps on Yn's shoulder. They were so close, and it's very easy for Yn to draw lines on the back of Dani's hand when it doesn't require any kind of explanation.

When they got off the bus, Dani took Yn's hand and the two of them ran through the rain, dodging the small puddles that were forming. They laugh as they start to approach Daniela's house, slowing down and taking cover under the roof of the small balcony.

"You're all wet now." Yn says as she runs her hands through Dani's hair and face, drying her off while Daniela still smiles and looks at her with those huge eyes that would make anyone dizzy.

"You are too." Yn laughs a little as she pulls away from Dani, taking her time to keep her hands off her. "You didn't even have to come all this way.”

"I wanted to." She says, her fingers dragging along the strap of Dani's backpack.

They're silent, and it's silly. It's an addictive kind of emotion that controls them, letting their eyes penetrate each other without as much fear as before, because they know they're the same. Wet hearts and words, soaked by that afternoon's rain, can take forever to dry if no one does anything.

"Dani." Yn calls out.

Daniela takes a deep breath and remains right where she was, she doesn't move away, she just looks at Yn more closely, as if, at some point, she will be able to see everything inside the girl's brain.

"Mm."

"You said falling in love is like an explosion." Yn begins, her words coming out almost in a whisper. "And I like to feel intense things, and usually I feel a lot. But... I also get afraid."

She looks at Dani, and she knows that there are eternities just in that look. She knows there is so much history and beauty.

"But I don't feel afraid with you. I wanted to tell you that." Yn smiles slightly, her lips trembling. "You make me very brave."

"Yn..." Dani tries to move closer, but the younger girl takes a small step back and continues to stare at her.

“No, listen to me. You might think it would be difficult for someone to fall in love with you, but I don't think so!" Yn continues to say, her tone clear and loud. "I think..."

"Ynie..." Dani just smiles.

"You said that a lot of people might like me, but I think that happens to you, actually." Yn continues to take steps backwards and feels her back bump into the balcony fence.

"Yn." Daniela’s hands were cold on Yn's warm face.

"But I-"

Dani holds her back before she says anything and it's just enough for Yn’s words to be lost on Dani’s lips. She mumbles something, and Daniela breathes it all in as she holds her face with both hands, sinking into Yn.

Her mouth was wet and the taste of rain mixed with the taste of Daniela. There were arms, and there were Yn's hands trying to hold on to something she always thought was out of her reach.

But it was there, so close.

Dani's tongue wrapped around Yn's as if she was trying to reach the center of the universe. They whirled together like two orbiting planets colliding.

An explosion. A perfectly and damn beautiful explosion.

Yn kisses Daniela forever and softly, feeling her face and the soft touch of her lips, trailing her hands down her back calmly and squeezing her waist only to see Dani slide into her and hide.

"Ynie..." Dani murmurs against her lips, that nickname she only uses sometimes causing Yn to vibrate against her. "Hey."

"Mm..." Yn whispers, kissing Dani's cheek without leaving any space.

"I think I know what it's like to like someone."

Yn stops and looks at her, close enough to see through the other's face and soul, their noses almost touching. She sees, deep in Daniela’s eyes, that truth.

"Do you?" She just wants to confirm it.

She nods, pouting slightly. She kisses Yn's cheek innocently, close to her ear, and whispers:

"If I'm really in love, I'm very happy it's with you."

And Yn is there. She listens. And, honestly, there is one certainty at that moment: there are so, so many beautiful things in the world. Things and universes that were destroyed, but Yn would rebuild everything again for a little more love, a little more time.

Love is one of the few things that remains, you know.

At the end of each day, the universe can end, you can lose, die from the disease of love and all the flowers, forget it, forgive it. But it will still be there like the smell of smoke, marked with a tattoo kiss — it will still be etched in destiny like two bright stars destined to meet.

Rain on a sunny day, the end of the rainbow that no one ever finds, truth and passion. There are so many beautiful things, no time, and clarity can still be found in what no one says.

Flowers are born and wither and die, but they are still there like the story of a heart — or a soul.

It's alive. You are alive. So, so perfectly alive.

✦‎ THE LAST: together, we paint up the sky

The only one. The whole hoax. The eclipsing sun, the ashes of his fire. Hands that touch, grasp, hold — the last plan of that last life.

Not many remain after the souls leave.

But there are still so many lives, countless stories and memories trapped in weak organisms, vivid souls, minds that no longer ponder. Eyes that don't see, that don't tell, don't live and don't listen.

They only remember.

Their roots in the ground and the sun burning down. Spring comes and goes, winter is sad but never lonely; summer is loud. Loving in silence is difficult, in secret it's painful, but still, someone would die for someone else in secret.

There are so many truths out there, but no one ever believes it when the heavens tell you that it's your last time.

Nobody appreciates it enough.

Nobody knows if you're destined to love that same girl in all the other lives you're going to live.

But then you look around, and this time the flower is on you, and it's on her too. Like spring personified, you feel it and you know that in many other loves it doesn't stay forever. You know that some die, and others just end — or lie or stay, or just... forget.

You know that, as well as staying, your love has survived.

Feeling the earth, the petals being touched by the wind, that soul that remained in that flower knows that next to it, the love of her life is also growing.

And so there it is: it has survived. Through all the universes and reincarnations and destinies and lives and so many souls, love has survived.

Two roses side by side in the garden, under the sun and the clouds. If anyone saw those two beautiful, pure flowers, no one would ever think that in other worlds, they had been two girls in love.

Two who love in secret. Two who love in silence. And then two who are just the purest form of love.

And until kingdom come, there was love.

In all the seasons and days, where that white-haired lady — the owner of the garden — watered the two flowers and poured her hopes into them. At every moment, where the wind tried to blow them away, but their roots kept them in place forever and ever. Every time someone smelled their pollen, hoping it would smell like childhood.

In all the worlds where there were promises, that time, they were there to finally bring the beautiful things.

To make it true, they built what they had always dreamed of, what they had always tirelessly searched for.

To find beauty in love, in kisses, in sincerity and truth. In the flower of destiny, there would be so many more things, passing down their throats and leaving their traces as if they were history.

I would love you so much that I would get sick.

And I would heal you a million times over.

Those flowers that carry their souls could one day be born in their stomachs, flooding their hearts. But even if the ending wasn't happy and crimson blood stained their skins, it would still be marked with love.

All the lives, the days, the moments, the happiness and the sadness: everything was so flooded with love.

Two girls dance as the world ends, flowers grow together. Breaths held tightly and connected, a pact in silence, invisible to the others.

It will never be broken.

Even when that world ends.

Even when it's the last, and those two souls say goodbye. When it gets cold and spring is over, the only thing that seems real was when the flowers were still falling on the sidewalks.

They looked at the clouds in the sky and slept in the same bed.

Wishing that two and a half years could last forever.

Loving in secret and hating and loving again and hiding. Living again and0 again and again .

Choosing once more, like a goddamn alignment of universes. After all, the sky was blue, the sun was bright and they were the biggest stars.

And now they're flowers,

plucked and carried away from their homeland, where peace does not reach and screams do not pass.

The hand that pulled the root out of the earth and grabbed one of them was small and warm, but there was no love like before.

And at that moment, someone — anyone — could swear. Somewhere, it's as if a soul has been lost, and one last breath has ceased. In other universes, there were best friends who were forgotten, and loves that ended.

There were lies, and a lot of sadness.

There was death, and the lowest point had already been reached.

The highest point, however, was still right there.

At that moment, some tragedy may have struck, and souls were separated when they had promised to be together forever and more.

And the next day, when the love of a life was plucked and carried away, the other was lost. The flower along with the soul withered, and then something stirred, changed.

Nobody knew what, but somewhere, a new beautiful thing was born.

And then we could see for ourselves: beauty was still there, in all its shapes and forms.

Even though it was over, even though it had withered and died and the goodbyes were all real, there were still so many stories that hadn't been told.

So many souls, universes, lives and worlds. Secrets and truths, sincerities. Everything was still there, alive, so alive that if you want it desperately,

you can make it happen.

Love was still there. And it was the only thing that never died.

[pedriache]

Hi sorry if I’m insisting but are we getting anything for Jobe soon?

Kingston — Jobe Bellingham.

Pairing: Jobe Bellingham x Fem!Reader

Summary: Starting a new relationship came with it’s perks, and your boyfriend seemed to love learning everything about you.

Word count: 587

Disclaimer/s: this is purely fluff!

A/N: i have sm req’s piling up, sorry if i don’t see them all xxx i’m trying to get around to them more though!

Sitting across the wooden table from Jobe, you fiddled with the plastic coffee cup in your hand. You were nervous, he always made you nervous. Especially when he looked at you in the way he did.

His lips curling at the sides, showcasing the dimple you loved so much. The way his blinking came in short intervals and fluttered quickly, like he would miss something if he kept them closed for too long. The corners of his eyes crinkling when you said something that made him laugh, oh God you couldn’t even think about his laugh or you’d go nuts.

Jobe was a listener through and through, he always urged you to speak more, to tell him things you enjoyed, the things you were passionate about.

That’s what he was doing right now. He’d asked you about your favorite animal, to which your face had brightened at.

That expression was why he asked these questions. You talking about something you were passionate about seemed to bring out an expression he rarely got to see.

You’d stopped speaking suddenly, though. Confusing the boy. “Is something wrong?” He asks, eyebrows pinching together in concern.

“I’ve been speaking this whole time.” You point out, “it’s not fair.”

Jobe chuckles at this, his head dipping down before he looks back to you. “No, no, I want to hear you talk.” He explains, “I want to know these things.”

Oh, that got you.

Your dace flushes a crimson red, “that’s sweet, Jobe. But, it’s not fair because I want to know these things about you.” Bringing the cup to your lips, you take a quick drink and motion for him to speak. “Tell me about something you like, other than football.” You finish after swallowing.

Jobe’s eye’s widen dramatically, “me? Love something that isn’t football?” He feigns offense, hand clasping over his heart.

Laughter bubbles in your chest as you roll your eyes. “I’m being serious! Okay, if you were able to be anywhere right now, where would you go?”

“Why would I want to be anywhere else right now? I’m with you.” The corners of his lips twists into a small smirk. He was being oh so cheesy, and it made your knee’s weak.

Your head lulls to the side, a groan escaping your lips. “Oh my lord. I’m trying to get to know you, Jobe!”

Leaning back in his seat, the brunette crosses his arms, eyes flickering across your face. “What?! I’m being serious!”

“You’re insufferable.” You point at him accusatorially. “I’m not answering another question until you give me a serious response.”

Jobe huffs, “okay. If I could be anywhere, and it wasn’t with you,” he adds, just to tease you, “i’d probably be in Madrid, with my mum and Jude.”

“Aww, Jobe Bellingham, are you a momma’s boy?” You ask, humor evident in your tone, teasing him right back.

He gasps, “is it so wrong to miss my mum?” Jobe clutches his hoodie, shaking his head in disbelief. “I’ll be sure to let her know you’re making fun of me for loving her.”

“Wha—hey! Do not go telling the poor woman such things.” You lean forward, propping your head into your palms. “So, let’s go question for question, okay? You ask me one thing, I ask you something after I answer. That way, it’s fair for both of us.”

Jobe leans forward, mirroring your movement. He grins widely, “Okay, but i’m going first.” He insists, leaving you with a small smile pulling at your lips.

“Go ahead.”

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[hel1nn]

And suddenly everything changed ೀ⋆｡

Ch.4 honeymoon

𐔌 . ⋮ satoru gojo x fem zenin!reader .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ : Listen to kingston while reading ⭑.ᐟ

୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ : fluffyy | 18+ smut mdni | eventual smut | arranged marriage | reader is 22 and gojo is 25 | reader had a lonely life untill satoru came | abuse (gojo did nothing here.) | trauma | sprinkles of angsts | jealousy | flashbakes | soft!satoru | soft!reader | loss of virginity | self harm | first time falling in love | reader has two sisters. | Reader belongs to zenin clan. | Idiots to lovers | reader doesn't find satoru annoying since she was alone her whole life. | Insecurities | 𖦹ׂ ₊˚⊹⋆

౨ৎ Summery : spending your whole life with feeling of being useless and a waste of space,even worse that your two sisters had cursed energy but you didn't, made you wanted to kill yourself so many times but it stopped when a marriage proposal was sented to gojo clan about marrying you or one of your two sisters. Your sisters were so powerful and beauty with brain so why did satoru gojo choosed you? Moodboard | series masterlist

A/N : English isn't my first language sorry if a made any mistakes:)

Things between you and satoru were awkward yet it was peaceful. He's being respectful towards your rules (not touching eachother without any reason, sleeping in separate rooms etc etc). Sometimes your left alone at house because of his work but satoru spends his time with you. Even one day both of you had a movie night too. It wasn't bad, infact it was very much fun more than you expected. Not to mention the small date on 31st December. Today you were just getting ready for bed as you hear a familiar knock on the door.

"come inn" you spoke as the door opens, revealing the white haired man standing there as steps in your room. You complete braiding your hair as you look at him, giving him a small smile. Seeing his expression you could tell he wanted to say something.

"do you want to..talk about anything?" You ask as you sit down on your bed, "sit here" you say as your hands pats beside you. Satoru was slightly avoiding making eye contact with you. He gives you a smile before sitting where you told him to..

"the higher ups told me too.."

"did they again do something stupid" you say,thats all you could think of them from the ridiculous things they did. From what satoru told you.

Hearing you say the *stupid* his hesitation becomes a little more... would you agree or not. He doesn't wants to upset you now c'mon.

"i mean no..they still haven't done anything for now but..they wants us to go to..okinawa.."

You blink few times..they want you and satoru visit okinawa. For what. For what..oh.

"you mean hone-"

"yes that's what i am trying to say. They want me to take you to honeymoon.." satoru says, looking away. His cheeks slightly pink. When he finally looks at you,the slightly freaked out expression..

"dont worry..i won't do anything to you if you agree. And if you don't it's completely finee-"

"i want to." You perk up,the biggest grin on your face. You had never visited a beach before. All your life locked in that jail. A smile breaks on satoru's face seeing you like this.

"the lets do whatever you want." He chuckles softly. As the blush slightly grows on your face. That night both of you yap the life out of eachothers ears, planning on what you two would do..you don't know why but even if you and satoru aren't so much close,when both of you spend your time together it feels like satoru is the closest person to you.

February 20.

Satoru almost looks like a child, you were surprised seeing people visit the beach in this weather too. Satoru bought you a party floral midi dress. With a cardigan too since you felt kinda cold. the smooth skin of your thigh distracted satoru few times. The cherry blossoms there looking fresh and pretty. You stare at satoru playing with a kid and the kid's parents laughing at satoru as their son splashes water on him. Satoru shakes the water away from his hair like cat. (Catoru.) A soft smile playing on you lips. Everything was going fine,your eyes closed as you rest on the beach chair. The laughter of few peoples around you and the fresh breeze feeling like soothing music to your ears.

"y/n.!" You here satoru chime beside you, your eyes shot open as you perk up in slight shock. You could tell there was something in his hand that he was hiding behind his back..

"you scared me for a second" you laugh softly, recovering from that. "And what is it?" Spoke just as satoru almost shoves a sea cucumber at you. You yelp in horror,staring at the squirming thing on the ground. Satoru pouts,his shoulders slumping in the fail of surprising you with that thing.

"W-what is that.." you trail off.. moving you gaze to satoru,uh. Did he just made a foolish scene of him Infront of you? He looks away slightly,his cheeks pink

"sorry i thought this little shi- thing would slip out of my hand.." satoru says as he laughs a bit, looking at you

You shake you head in slight amusement..oh my. This man is like a manchild but..you kinda liked (absolutely loved) it. You chuckled softly before adjusting yourself on the chair comfortably

"okay you didn't failed to surprise me..btw it scared the life out me for a second" you smile at him,you pink lips shining. Satorus gaze was focused on something else,on how beautiful you looked in that dress. He loved it. Yeah don't think he's a perv cause is there any problem to admire his wife?? He finally shakes his head, snapping out of his day dream

"y-yeah what were you saying" he mumbles and you sigh, sometimes you wonder what happens to this cute man. You were enjoying the small conversation with him just then a ball hits you face, the dirt landing on the skin of you face,you see the child satoru was playing with comes running to you

"sorry miss that was meant for the uncle beside you" the kid yells before taking his ball and running away again, leaving satoru pouty and you giggling like a highschool girl

"heyy i am not any old fart!"

You and satoru were entering the aquarium,the big and small fishes leaving you mesmerized. Not noticing satoru gently intertwining his fingerd with yours so you don't get lost here. Satoru carrying your cardigan. Not letting you since this trip is meant for you and you should enjoy it as much as you want. So you couldn't argue with him more. In the middle of exploring with satoru you suddenly bumped into someone. Just as you were going to apologise-

"oh hi.." that girl looked at satoru, totally an stranger

"oh..do i know you by any chance"

"uh- um no! But would you mind-"

"then byee" satoru started to walk, dragging you with him but then that girl again stopped both of you. All you could do was watch everything

"m-mister waitt is that your sister-"

Satoru's expression turned dumbfounded before replying. You slightly laughed, looking away in embarrassment.

"no she's my wife" the girl stops bringing out her mobile from her bag,who was planning on taking satoru's number,a pout forming on the her lips as she gives a small apology before leaving you two alone again. Satoru just lets out a sigh. You didn't really cared about anything that happened right now. Its normal for girls to hit on him because just look at him he's so handsome. Satoru and you continue your little date that both if you were too shy to admit it. Going here and there,satoru secretly clicks a photo if you staring at a big fish there. As aquarium was about to close both of you finally left, you intentionally didn't let go of his hand since..it felt warm. At the hotel room you were unknownly tucked into satoru's arms since the hotel room only had one bed,his long fingers gently caressing your scalp. Admiring your little face resting against his chest. He knows how you will shower him with apologies because you touched him after saying you would respect his personal space. But satoru liked it. a little smile playing on his lips

"your beautiful"

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[nubiawrites]

chapter six

Pairing: Aaron Pierre x Black Original Character

Warnings: Slow burn. 18+. Smut. oral (giving). toyplay.

Summary: a night in with Aaron has Iriye ready to risk it all as production of Paradise Lost hits a snag.

Notes: I'm still thinking about Aaron's sleeve. Please let me know what you think about this chapter and where things are going. All the love that has been shared with me excites me.

MASTERLIST

Focus was something Iriye was lacking at the moment. Completely. Especially when she was in the kitchen with the fine specimen, currently chopping up onions on the special marble cutting board in her kitchen, and her eyebrows knitted together as Aaron worked. His glasses slid down the bridge of his nose as he worked, and Iriye stopped going through her fridge to move over to him, pushing his glasses up on his nose.

Aaron turned to face her, a small smile coming on her face. She returned the smile, returning to grab the chicken she had seasoned earlier for the rasta pasta she had planned to make.

“I didn’t take you for someone who was such a good cook,” Aaron teased. Iriye playfully glared at him.

“Well, I’m not going to oversell you, but I can at least cook to survive,” Iriye said, moving to find her wooden cutting board. And by cooking to survive, I can call my mom and ask her for help when I’m flailing. " This might have been the night before when Iriye called, needing the pasta recipe her mom often cooked when she was a kid.

“I respect that,” Aaron said, moving the onions into a bowl she set aside. “I hope I didn’t send you into a tizzy when I asked to see you tonight,”

“You didn’t. I was glad you wanted to see me again,” Iriye admitted. “I mean, after the night we had… and the morning,” She was trying to be cool about it, her mind thinking about how he woke her up,”

“Turn over for me,” Aaron breathed. Iriye raised an eyebrow but did what he said, remembering she only wore his shirt. He pushed the material up, moving to reveal her bare backside. Aaron moved behind her and pulled her hips up till she was on her knees, back arched. She felt his hand spread her cheeks, giving him a peek of her pussy.

“Aaron…” She moaned in anticipation, wanting to know what he would do. But she didn’t have to wait further when he began licking at her lower lips from behind…

“That was quite the morning,” Aaron mentioned, and Iriye felt her cheeks warm as he looked at her as if he would eat her again. A girl could hope. 

“It was,” Iriye smiled. “How has shooting been for Lanterns,” The grin that appeared on Aaron’s face lit up the room and she listened as the man began to yap on as they cooked the rest of their meal.

Iriye and Aaron sat at her dining room table, plates finished as they continued talking.

“Do you think you’ll ever get used to being in the limelight?” Iriye asked him, his hand playing with her fingers.

“I don’t know, honestly,” Aaron admitted. “Everyone’s at the top one day and the next, they’re yesterday’s news,”

“I doubt that for you,” Iriye shrugged. “You’re good at this. Acting. You put your whole soul in it. Like, I can tell you enjoy what you do. What you bring to a scene,” 

A small smile crept up on Aaron’s face at those words, and he lifted her hand and kissed its back. 

“I’m glad you think so,” Aaron kissed her hand again. “But sometimes I wish I could just do my job and go home. Not to deal with the extra,” He said.

“Being toted around like a show pony,” Iriye stated. “You know how many agents and managers I had meetings with before I signed with my current one? Eighteen. I felt like none of them saw me. I was just some diversity quota to fill up their clientele roster. And then I met my current manager, Devery. I thought he was this total gym bro, and then he told me one of the details I put in a script. A little tradition my mom and her people would do back in Kingston. And he loved it. Of course, I thought he was about to ask a question about it. But he researched it. It seems tiny but it meant everything to me. After that meeting, I wanted him to sign me, and we’ve been working together ever since,”

“Well, it seems he has your best interest at heart,” Aaron said, Iriye shrugging.

“He does. To have someone that has your back along the way. It's worth its weight in gold,” Iriye explained. She moved to take their plates to the kitchen, feeling his hand trailing against hers as he let go. She came back, seeing he was quiet. She placed her hands on his shoulders. “Whatcha thinking about?”

Aaron kissed her hand and pulled her around to stand before him. 

Aaron nodded. “I just want to make sure I do right by you, Tamara, Nelly, and everything Lanoire Productions is with Paradise Lost. " 

“You are going to kill it, Aaron,” Iriye tilted his head to look at her, his hazel eyes peering at her dark brown ones. “This story is going to flourish on the big screen with you in it, and I’m not just saying that to stroke your ego,” 

Aaron smiled, his hands smoothing up the back of her thighs, his hands almost catching the silk dress she wore.

“You have a call time, tomorrow,” Iriye stated, remembering him mentioning that he had to be to the lot.

“I know,” Aaron nodded, his hands moving to cup her ass, pulling her till she was straddling his lap. Her hands touched his neck, slowly scratching at the skin, and she licked her lips as she heard him groan. “Can I ask you something?”

“Anything?” Iriye said.

“This doesn’t bother you? You know… staying in,” Aaron asked. Iriye looked at him. “I don’t want you to think I like us in these four walls only,”

“You only like me when we’re alone. Well damn,” Iriye teased.

“I like you everywhere, Iriye,” Aaron said. “I want to take you on a proper date one of these days… if you would like to,”

Iriye felt her cheeks warm at the words.

“You’re making it hard to find the red flags, Aaron,” Iriye admitted. She moved to stand up. “So? Are you going to ask me on a date?”

Aaron shook his head at her as he watched Iriye look at her wrist, acting as if she was checking the time. He stood up, his six-foot-three towering over her five-foot-eight frame.

“Will you let me take you out on a date, Iriye?” He asked.

“Of course, Aaron,” She answered quickly. “You have a call time,”

“I know,” Aaron kissed her softly, his hands gripping and squeezing her waist. Iriye moaned as she felt him grabbing her.

“My place is further from the lot,” Iriye reasoned between kisses. “You need… you need a good night's sleep. Because you’re playing a beacon of class and strength,”

“Yo!” Aaron breathed out, Iriye giggling.

“I’m serious. You got a long drive from Baldwin Hills to your place,” Iriye mentioned. “You need to rest,”

“Then put me to bed,” Aaron suggested, raising an eyebrow at her. Iriye bit her lip before leaning on her toes, pressing a tender kiss against his. “We’re going straight to bed. No funny business,”

“No funny business. Scouts honor,” Aaron raised his hand like a boy’s scout, and Iriye rolled her eyes. Iriye took his hand, and he pulled her back into his body as they walked together into her bedroom.

Iriye felt some distance was needed, and while she showered, she left Aaron to his imagination while he was in her room. He made himself comfortable, taking in the most intimate space Iriye had for herself. He set his two alarms on his phone so he could get up and stripped down till he was left in his boxer briefs. He didn’t want to impose on her space, but he took in the different photos and trinkets.

On her bedside table, Aaron saw a picture of her with a woman with the same features as her but was slightly older. He picked up it was her mother as he noticed different photos of them around her room. He smiled because they shared the same smile, finding the beauty in them both. Random pens littered the nightstand, and charging cables were entangled. It was homey and right for Iriye.

The bathroom door opened, and steam billowed out as Iriye shut the door behind her. She opted to change in the bathroom, knowing she would be distracted by him if she got dressed.

When Iriye saw Aaron on her bed, she moved to the right side, where she had slept. She grabbed her scarf and tied it around her head. She then opted for a crop top she had cut herself and sleep shorts to ensure this man got to bed for his call time.

“You need more pillow cause I have some in the chest,” She asked.

“I’m alright, love,” Aaron said, slipping under the covers with her. She settled under the covers, mirroring him as they lay on their sides. “Come here,” Iriye tried to resist, but Aaron snaked his hands around her waist and pulled her close.

“Hi,” Iriye breathed. “Can you turn off the lamp?” She asked. He turned to switch it off, and the room was engulfed in darkness except for the moonlight peaking slightly through her blinds. Even through the darkness, she felt his eyes on her, his hand massaging her hip with his thumb. They were in a comfortable silence, and she loved it. “You didn’t go snooping through my draws while I was showering, did you?”

“Never would dream of it. Don’t want to encroach on any secrets you might have,” Aaron teased.

“Not even my panties drawer,” She teased. 

“Definitely not that,” Aaron chuckled.

“Hm. Too bad. You would have found something really interesting while snooping,” Iriye moved to turn her backside to him. “Night, Aaron,” Though she knew they needed to sleep, like clockwork, he pressed his hands on her hips, and she felt him growing harder against her ass.

“You can’t say stuff like that and then tell me to go to sleep,” Aaron complained, knowing he meant it teasingly.

“You know nothing good comes this late at night,” Iriye nuzzled into her pillow, trying not to let out a gasp as feeling him against her backside.

“What was it?” Aaron asked, whispering against her ear. She could feel the heat radiating from his chest. Iriye tried her best, but this man behind her drove her crazy.

“Turn the lamp on,” Iriye said. He quickly reached out to turn it back on. She shuffled over to her side of the bed and opened the drawer, pulling the device and holding it close to her chest. “Okay. You gotta promise not to laugh,”

“I promise,” Aaron spoke, turning to lay on his stomach and look at her. Iriye turned and showed him the device, and seeing his eyes widen at the vibrating wand was something else.

“Something to help me sleep at night,” Iriye admitted. She was nervous. Not because of her healthy sex life with another person or even solo but because Aaron was silent. His face was blank as he looked at her vibrator. “I think I broke the boy from South London,” 

“Can I see it?” Aaron asked. Iriye raised an eyebrow at him. “I wanna see it,” She handed it over to him, chuckling.

“What are you up to,” Iriye asked. A slight grin came on Aaron’s face. 

“Lay back,” Aaron pushed the covers further down to the end of the bed. She eyed him before propping herself up on the pillows. He set the vibrator to the side and moved to tug his fingers into her shorts, pulling slightly to ask to take them off. Iriye lifted her hips to help him, her lower half now bare. It didn’t help that her pussy was growing wetter as she felt his eyes on her. “Take off your top,”

Iriye didn’t waste time taking her pajama top off, leaving her bare before Aaron. She laid back, spreading her legs as he got between them. He made sure to put her spread legs on his thighs so he couldn’t escape.

“I’ll go to sleep after I get to play with your beautiful pussy,” Aaron stated. Iriye couldn’t even control herself. She pulled him close, her lips on his as she arched her body against him.

Aaron’s tongue licked against her lips before slipping inside her mouth, tongue fighting for dominance as they made out against the bed. Her hand grasped at his hard dick, Aaron groaning against her mouth. He pulled away, seeing her nipples growing harder, and he moved to kiss down her body, his mouth wrapping around her right nipple and sucking it softly.

Iriye whined out with every pull from his lips on her nipple. Aaron let it go with a smack before moving to the neglected one, sucking it as well. She felt every pulse going to her center, her body aching for it and for him. 

“Fuck Aaron…” Iriye pressed her breast closer to his mouth. Aaron pulled away, and she pulled him to kiss her again, her hips rolling up and pressing against his clothed length.

“Relax,” Aaron breathed against her lips. Iriye hummed, nodding at him. She couldn’t keep her eyes off of him as he grabbed the vibrator, configuring it quickly to start at a low hum. Iriye reached for it, but Aaron pulled it from her. “I thought you were going to let me have control,”

“I am,” Iriye whined.

“Then we are going slow, baby,” Aaron gave her a grin before he moved the vibrator over one breast, her nipple hardening even more under the vibrations. Her back arched, and she felt him move to her other nipple, the vibrations steadily making her grow wetter.

Aaron bit his lip as he watched Iriye rolling her hips towards the vibrator in his hand. Lips parted as moans spilled from her; Iriye was feeling like he was torturing her. She was used to going fast and hard most nights when she knew she would be busy. She wanted to get off those nights. But Aaron was determined to make her feel.

“Aaron,” She breathed, her hips rolling against the vibrator as he kept pressing it against her clit, listening to her gasps and moans so he could move the toy to what spots were making her react. She wanted to shut her legs, but he was between them. “Please, Aaron,”

“You want me to turn it up,” Aaron teased, leaning down to kiss her lips, his thumb brushing against her bottom lip. “Talk to me, love,”

“Turn it up,” Iriye breathed. She whined out as he pressed the buttons, and the vibrations came faster.

Aaron watched how her body rolled towards him, his hand slipping to hold her down against the bed by her stomach. He was so hard, his length begging to feel her, but he wanted to make sure she got hers first. He pressed down a little, flicking the wand against her, and Iriye moaned louder.

“Fuck,” Iriye moaned, pressing closer to her toy. Aaron groaned as he could hear her getting wetter as the vibrator worked against her. She was all breaths and moans, her hands moving to her breast, squeezing and teasing her nipples.

“Take the vibrator,” Aaron ordered her. Iriye took it in her hand, and she felt Aaron slip his fingers inside of her. She whined as he caressed his fingers inside of her, touching her g spot, and she whined. “God, you’re so fucking wet,” Aaron leaned over, his lips colliding with hers and she moaned into his mouth. One hand trailed to cup his cheek as his fingers, caressing the spot inside of her that made her go wild inside of her.

“Mhm,” Iriye moaned, his teeth pulling on her bottom lip as she felt him moving his fingers in and out of her. She wanted more. She needed more. 

Aaron’s lips trailed down to her neck as he continued to thrust his fingers into her, feeling her walls fluttering more and more around his fingers. His lips went to nibble and bite at her collarbone, nibbling at her collarbone. He wanted to leave his mark on her like Iriye was slowly leaving on him. Her whimpers and moans ringing through his ears and him looking up at Iriye to see her head in the pillow and her body rolling sensually against his as she got closer to her end.

Aaron’s hand went over Iriye’s and he took a hold of the vibrator, watching as she peeped her eyes to look at him.

“I’m… close,” Iriye let out between a moan. Aaron began moving his fingers more to fet her closer to her hand. “More…” Aaron took her words and he pressed it to the next setting on the vibrator, the buzzing louder and faster as more moans, whimpers and cries left her mouth. He focused his attention on m oving his fingers faster, testing the waters and slipping a third finger inside of Iriye.

Iriye wanted to pull away when he pressed a third finger in, the stretch feeling so good amd him testing the waters as he watched her. Aaron kissed her again, moaning into her mouth.

“I wish I could feel you wrapped around me,” Aaron whimpered against her lips. Iriye kissed him back, her tongue pressing to lick inside of his mouth. 

“I want you, Aaron,” Iriye moaned. His fingers moved inside of her faster, his finger tips pressing just the write way as she could hear how wet her pussy was around his fingers. She was so close, that edge right there and with a certain flick of his wrist as he pressed back into her, she felt her body fall over it.  Iriye cried out her orgasm against his lips as he focused on making sure she got every bit of it.

Aaron wanted it all. He wanted every moan of hers. Every cry that graced her lips. Every moment of pure pleasure she had to offer. He continued pressing the vibrator against her, his fingers fucking every whimper out of her as he prolonged her orgasm till she weakly pushed him away. 

“Aaron,” Iriye breathed weakly. He pulled the vibrator away to turn it off, slowly pulling his fingers out and licking the essence that covered them as he watched her blissed out face. Iriye worked onc atching her breath, pussy still throbbing from aftershocks. “I want you,” She whispered.

“I want you too, love,” Aaron said. Iriye kissed him again and he wrapped her up closer to him but she stopped him. 

“I want you to fuck me,” Iriye whined. A grin took over Aaron’s face, his hand moving to her chin. She pressed closer to him and he grasped her hips. “As much as I want to, we won’t leave this bed,” Aaron stated. “I’ll want to taste every inch of your body and leave no patch of skin untouched,” He caressed her thigh and she whimpered. 

Iriye moaned at his words and he kissed her, his tongue slipping into her mouth. 

“I promise, it’ll be worth it,” Aaron said, trailing a finger between her breast. Iriye looked up into his eyes and she could tell it would be worth it. She nodded and he sealed it with a kiss.

The thoughts of the night before replayed through Iriye’s head, knowing she should be focusing on Tamara’s words as she spoke to her and Nelly during lunch. But all she could think about was when she and Aaron would fu-

“Earth to Iriye,” Tamara raised a brow at her friend. “You listening,”

“Yeah, I am,” Iriye looked between a concerned Tamara and smirking Nelly. “What?”

“You’re chewing the hell out of your food. Thought you might bite your tongue or something,” Tamara chuckled. “So, the camera test footage looks good but the executives want to float someone else into the mix for Nora,”

“But we like Sam for Nora,” Iriye tried her best not to be annoyed.

“Well it landed with someone. Vivian Kincaid,”

“Shut up,” Nelly whispered. “I love that  talented messy bitch,”

“Vivian Kincaid? No,” Iriye shook her head. “I get it. She’s the wonder girl for WB but at this moment, we’re locking in Sam,”

“They want her and Aaron to test together. See how it goes,” Tamara said. “I don’t think they will touch what Sam and Aaron did but she reached out Davis directly he said. I guess she’s looking for a more serious role for a comeback,”

“But this could be a breakout for Sam,” Iriye stated. “She’s worked jsut as hard as us to get to this point,”

“I think it’s more of a formality of letting Vivian throw her hat in. I wouldn’t worry,” Tamara said. She checked her phone when it rang. “It’s Jay…” Iriye tried her best not to roll her eyes at the mention of her ex. “He asked to talk about some camera shit. I’ll keep it short and cute,” Tamara stood up, pressing a kiss to Iriye’s head and leaving her with Nelly.

“So…” Nelly said. Iriye rolled her eyes playfully. 

“Ask away,” Iriye said.

“I didn’t tell anyone what I saw with you and Mister Pierre,” Nelly teased. “What is going on with you two?”

Iriye tried not to smile too hard as she thought of the man who she shared an innocent shower with earlier that morning. The one who she walked down to his car because she wanted to make sure he go to the studio on time, kissing him slowly against his car in the early dawn of morning. But she couldn’t help it.

“We’re just… taking things slow,” Iriye admitted, even if she was ready to spread her legs for him if he asked in a hearbeat. 

“Taking things slow my ass,” Nelly teased. “But it’s cute. I’m happy to see you having fun. And if he’s not showing you a good time or treating you right, I’ll kick his ass. I don’t care if he’s six foot two,”

“Six foot three,” Iriye corrected.

“I knew you were obsessed with him,” Nelly shook her head.

After lunch, Iriye made it back to the production office, seeing a bouquet of lilies waiting by the door. She smiled, picking them up and heading inside of her office. She knew Tamara and Nelly were busy on the lot and she would have the afternoon to herself so she put the flowers at her desk. Finding the card attached with them, she read it was from Aaron and smiled to herself.

Iriye picked up her phone, sending him a text along with a thank you for her flowers. It ook him a few minutes but he called her, Iriye putting it on speaker.

“I’m glad you enjoyed the flowers. I figured I should properly court you,” Aaron’s voice flowed through the phone.

“Properly court me?” Iriye laughed softly.

“Yes. I’m kind of disappointed I didn’t send you flowers before getting a taste of your personal garden,”

“You better be in your trailer,”

“I am. But let me focus. By properly courting you, I was wondering what plans you have Friday night,” Aaron asked. Iriye hummed, pretending to check her schedule. “Nothing at the moment,” Iriye replied.

“Good. May I take you out Friday night?” Aaron asked. “I promise. You won’t regret what I have in store for you,”

“Yes, Aaron. You can take me out Friday,” Iriye smiled to herself. Even with the nerves she felt, it was refreshing and terrifying but Aaron was someone she wanted to see the end of this journey with.

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[gorgeys]

kingston

the day that i'd met you i started dreaming now i write 'em down if i remember in the morning time or shauna writes a journal entry about you

8/12/1996

i had another dream about her.

we were back home and i was laying on my bed.  i was focusing on the sound of rain falling outside my window when the phone rang.  when i picked it up, i could hear her whispering on the other end.  her voice was muffled, like her lips were pressed flush against the phone, but i could still hear her clearly.

i can't even remember what exactly she said, just the honey sweet sound of her voice.  i can only remember her calling my name.

"shaunaaaaa," she would taunt, dragging out the last letter.  then she giggled so quietly i had to strain to hear it.  "are you still there?"

it wasn't a wet dream by any means, but something about the way she spoke made it feel erotic.  it's the eighth dream she's appeared in since we've been here.

when i woke up this morning, i could still hear her voice echoing in my head.

"shaunaaaaa"

over and over again.  i thought it would make my ears bleed, but i learned i'd rather have her voice in my head than silence.  now my name sounds wrong leaving anyone's lips that aren't hers.

she was already awake and standing by the kitchen counter when i climbed down from the attic.  she turned when she heard my footsteps behind her.

"hi, shauna," she said with a soft smile.  "sleep well?"

hearing her say my name in real life was somehow better than the dream.  i forgot how to speak for a second.  i can't even imagine how stupid i looked staring at her, rendered speechless.

but, to answer her question, i had some of my best sleep since we got here.  i noticed i sleep better when she's in my dreams.

i try not to think about that too often.  when i do, i begin to realize the effect she has on me, and it slightly scares me.

i've barely even spoken with her, but when she looks at me from across the room, i want to give her everything and more.  it's definitely not normal, but somehow it feels natural.

"shaunaaaa" is all i've been thinking about all day.  even when i was slitting that deer's throat, all i could hear was her quiet, warm voice swallowing me whole.

i've been craving sleep just so i can hear it again.  better yet, maybe she'll say my name before then.  preferably, with her lips pressed against the shell of my ear.

a girl certainly can dream.

a/n: idk what this is guys

[teecupangel]

Been holding a thought on my brain for too long abt putting Desmond in Situations: have you watched Dimension 20's The Unsleeping City? At least s1. Bc 1) watch it, it's so good & 2) I specifically in this situation think abt Bad Weather being the normal version of the bar in Broadway that Kingston & Misty go to. Pre-canon Desmond seeing past the Umbral Arcana & getting involved in magic shenanigans..... Yeah.

You know his latent Eagle Vision is peeling out & seeing the magic shit happening in New York City. You KNOWWWWW. Please tell me one of your followers has been thinking this too.

I have good news for you, nonny, because I have just started watching Dimension 20 this year but I am a slow watcher so I’ve only gotten as far as the first 3 episodes of Unsleeping City season 2 (atm, I think my fav D20 moment is with the Bad Kids’ “Spring Break, I believe in you!” XD). I’m one of those few people who’s pathway to D&D and TTRPG is Oxventure→No Rolls Barred/Chaotic Neutral→Mystery Quest so I am absolutely late to the party XD

Anyway, for this one, we need to do a bit of housekeeping.

I’m basing this on the title of the opening theme New York 2006 because I think that’s the year Season 1 was set (feel free to correct me though)

This means that Desmond would be 19 at that point and we can push it that he’s already working in Bad Weather.

Now, I like the idea that Bad Weather is the normal version of the bar that Kingston and Misty goes to but, may I suggest an alternative?

An earlier possible way to add Desmond to all these shenanigans is to make Bad Weather one of the bars Sofia and Kugrash go to for their ‘hairy baby free drinks scam’.

Towards the end, maybe the last bar they go to, Desmond walks up to Sofia and requested that they leave because the big rat pet she had would make other customers uncomfortable.

Sofia and Kugrash are already drunk at this moment but they hear Desmond call Kugrash a rat and are like “you can see him???”.

Kugrash immediately remembers Desmond as one of the homeless kids he helped when Desmond first moved into the city and had clocked him as ‘strange’ because there was something about him that felt... not exactly magical but almost magical-adjacent.

This ends with Sofia and Kugrash inviting Desmond to their new party as a recruit (with Sofia thinking both (1) this boy needs someone in his life to take care of him and now I’m trying not to cry because my cheating (as far as she knows) husband and I never had kids and (2) maybe he and Pete can get along as newbies with me)

And that is how our Intrepid Heroes managed to recruit an Assassin Rogue who may or may not multiclass to Gloom Stalker in a different playstyle to Liam Wilhelmina.

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Unorganized Notes:

This is a Desmond who doesn’t know about his destiny or his ancestors but his training on the Farm is so ingrained into him that it makes him a Rogue.

Because of his lack of knowledge, we can argue that he could turn into a Thief Rogue instead of Assassin in this one because he had never assassinated anyone before.

In terms of playstyle, he’d actually be more a close combat attacker that uses some kind of switchknife with sneak attack being part of 'bonus action: hide -> main action: sneak attack')

Another suggestion I have is for Desmond to subclass as Phantom, more because of ‘Whisper of the Dead’ where every short or long rest, he can gain one skill or tool proficiency and the flavor text describes it as one of the ghostly presence shares its knowledge to the user. Desmond has no idea what this means because this is pre-canon but this is actually his ancestors managing to create a link to him in some form thanks to the Umbral Arcana mixing with his ‘destiny’.

If you want Desmond to be given the illusion of choice and not be a Rogue, we can make him a Warlock ‘worshiping’ an unknown Fathomless. In this setup, they don’t know who Desmond’s patron is and Desmond himself just shrugs because he can do magic so that’s nice. Part of his deal is that he receives messages from his patron in the form of texts on his phone. They all come from an unknown number he can’t call and the texts are always like ‘The Scholar is pleased with your desire to learn about the history of this place’ or ‘The Prophet is worried of your health and asks that you requests your companions for a rest’ or ‘The Hunter suggests you still find a weapon even if you are using magic’ and this is some weird shit even for Kingston because it seems like Desmond has multiple patrons or maybe even an entire pantheon of unknown gods/beings.

Abstergo is going to be so fucked in this one because, by the time they try to kidnap Desmond, he’d probably be around level 10~12 and maybe even living with Pete in his apartment.

And yes. Desmond absolutely knows Ricky as Mister March as well XD

[skateboard-of-sickness]

Unsleeping City Quotes I Like

“Magic is Real and you get to see it. Isn’t that great?” -Misty Moore

“Sometimes you gotta do the nice thing, not the right thing” -Kingston Brown

“You know, just kind of when you’re already in a shame spiral and then people are good to you, it almost stings a little bit worse.” -Pete Conlan

“Things are not always what you want them to be, and they’re not always what you dream they are. Things are what they are.” -Jackson Wei 

“It does not diminish a soul to give worship or adoration”-Nod

“Being the founder is not the same as being a leader” -Nod

“You’re not done yet kid. Come on. We got work to do” -Kingston Brown

“You’d have to be a real asshole not to recognize when someone is trying to not be a piece of shit in general. And I don’t know that we’re good, but that doesn’t mean that you’re not good. And… I guess you’re worth helping.” -David Kugrich

“Because honestly if you don’t show up now, there might not be anyone to fuckin’ choose ever again. So then you’ll have had this little gift you could have given to someone, this little ‘choosing’ you could have done, and you will never do it to anyone. It’s like letting food go bad, I hate when people let food go bad.” -Sofia Lee

“The true spirit of this place is to meet dreams with concrete. To hustle in the muck and the grime, and to grind away to make something miraculous happen, and that the spirit of this place is that these people make it happen for themselves.”-Brennan Lee Mulligan about NYC

“There is nothing more in the spirit of this place than to rely on nobody but yourself to decide that you will be chosen.” -Brennan Lee Mulligan about Sofia Lee

“You want to be someone’s everything, and you’re everybody’s everything. Made it real hard to feel special.” -Liz Herrera 

“I can’t visit everybody. That’s also because not everybody is worth visiting.” -Kingston Brown

“Just because I have to be something for everybody doesn’t mean I can’t be something more for you.” -Kingston Brown

“If somebody would fuckin’ teach me how to do magic, I’d come help you whoop ass. I’m from the fuckin’ Bronx” -Liz Hererra

“I can’t have what you’re offering me, and that’s my fault. But American Dreams change.” -Kugrash

“My Love. For you are my love. My one true love. You don’t need to enter, for you’re already there. And you don’t need to be real because you already are real.” -Rowan Berry to the American Dream

“Dreams changing with the minds of their dreamers, is the most beautiful aspect of dreams. When you look to see the true form of this, what you see is that a dream this important and this large needs to be able to change. And its true form, is any and every form that people want from it. And if it is pushed back through the golden door, into the realm where it can have any form that people give to it, that is where it will have its true form. So the answer to your Nat 20 is that the only good form for a dream is formless.” -Brennan Lee Mulligan about the American Dream

“It is what it is”-Dale “And what it is, is anything”-Nod

“Greed is good, for rat motherfuckers like Robert Moses. But not in our town, not in our fucking city!” -Kugrash

“Pain is a part of healing. And the things we’ve lost should hurt. But it does not mean that we are defeated or they will hurt forever.” -Em from Bethesda Fountain

“These sacrifices are never made in vain. All these people, their lives are our lives, and ours are theirs. All intertwined together. I think that’s kinda beautiful.” -Em

“It’s not really what happens, but it’s your reaction to it and how you feel, that’s what you should pay attention to.” -Pete Conlan

[written-beyond-the-grave]

Taking the Mikaelsons to a Concert

IK a bitch was gone, but a bitch is back… sparingly. I been on tumblr doing my shit but ummm I started this shit while in highschool like sophomore year… It’s been a year since I graduated college…. Anyway, fuck it we ball bc someone needs ot get this shit wet first with the Mikaelson’s… shout out to @starlightandfairies @wholoveseggs @klausysworld for holding it down. I love everyones work, y'all be feeding the fandom

If it’s snowin’ I ain’t going… leggo (once again, I write this for niggas. Mwah, to freedom)

So primarily I feel like the Mikaelsons would all be down to going to a concert, I mean Nicki, Doja, Lil Nas X, Mariah the Scientist, Chloe Bailey, Drake, Jhene Aiko, Victoria Monet, the Weekend, Kendrick Lamar, Travis Scott--- you get the point. You are the object of their desires and affections so they’ll go…. But what will ensue???

KLAUS

For nosey bitches in the back I got y’all…. This is Klaus finally biting the bullet and taking you to a Nicki concert, the Pink Friday 2 tour!

First, it would take hella time to even get him to go, this man is busy running lives, making hybrids, acting like he a real active party in whatever council shit he bullied his way into in New Orleans, and like running Rebekah’s love life…. He be busy 

He probably feels like he should take you out for something, so he asks you what you want. Anything your heart wants he’ll give it no problem: private helicopter tour of NYC, a week in Brazil, couples massage, hell even go see puffins up in Iceland. But you know what your bitch ass asks for?

To see Onika Tanya Maraj…. As you should

This man is staring at you like “Love… who is that?” And you look at him and tell him “Nicki Minaj, Nicki Lewinski, Nicki the Ninja, Nicki the Boss, Nicki The Harajuku Barbie…. Have you not learned????” And he just stares at you in amusement like ‘it’s no Mozart, you modern women have such…. Vulgar tastes… but I will endorse this, for you my love”

Wait till he gets there AHAHAHAAAAA

You’re pulled up in all your glory, pink everything, sunnies on, gloss on, heels as big as his dick… And you know I don’t think Klaus would ever let you put him in pink spandex. But I think he’ll allow like a shirt of Nicki’s face on him, and like maybe a barbie chain on his neck… He’s a hybrid, he can’t be seen out like this (you def sent photos to the rest of the family of this). 

I feel like Klaus would be chill af with the crowds and shit, until bitches start getting rowdy when Roman comes on stage. I feel like he’ll just be vibing, but mostly looking at you as you lose your shit 

“A 100 MUTHAFUCKA CAN’T TELL ME NOTHING, I BEEZ IN THE TRAP”... bby chill, you’ll sweat that wig off and it’ll slip back. But deadass, it’s like another beast when she comes out and it activates something in you. Like the regular old human that Klaus knew of is gone, and is replaces by a bad bitch that would definitely put her shoe on his neck and he likes that

Funny enough, there is one song that Klaus would know all the words to… Moment for Life-- HEAR MY OUT, DAMN. Ok, the song is about literally getting everything you want and being at a point where no one can touch you or even fathom to be at your height of success or clout. Klaus Mikaelson gets whatever he wants, no one touches him-- or if they do, they won’t live long enough to tell the tale. King shit, so imagine your surprise when you hear this man over everyone else singing along and being into it

Yeah, did that shit. “What I tell 'em hoes? Bow, bow, bow to me, drop down to ya knees” Drake type man…. And towards the end just reminisce of all the people, woman, children, and villages he pillaged to get where he is now… mentally deranged, having a god complex and inferiority complex at the same damn time, and daddy issues while treating his siblings like his own dad LMFAOOOO

Good luck Klaus whores

And then when she starts bringing in old shit like the songs with Sean Kingston or Gyptian…. Oh boy, I know that man is catching a whine as you yell at him “YOU’RE SO PRETTY AND YOU’RE NICE YUH DUN KNO SEH NICKI AS YO WIFE” Ik you bitches telling Klaus exactly that and putting emphasis on wife bc where tf this Icelandic viking silverback think he going????

But as the show goes on, it’s a cute experience between you two as you guys kinda switch roles and you get to be super unhinged and rock out with the other people there and go bar for bar. Like you couldn’t fuck Michael Kors if you was FUCKIN’ Michael Kors

dabs sweat off my forehead

He’s happy to take you home and baby you when you come from the energy drop, but he will be wondering were that energy comes from bc you ain’t putting all that work in when he fucks you soooooo

REBEKAH

Ok so for this one…. Give me a Lil Nas X, Doja Cat, and Rico Nasty ass collab in a concert (bc that’s my dream lineup and y’all can take all my money). I feel like Rebekah needs the girl power and the gays for this so let me cook

I deadass feel you wouldn’t need to convince her of shit, she’d be the one to ask if you wanted to go because she’s heard some of their songs via you jamming in the bathroom and just booked tickets as soon as you said yes. Hey, it’s to make you happy and you deserved to be pampered-- and she’s trying to get in her modern experiences since she was in a box for a long ass time

1st song is Montero, it has to be she definitely wants to fucked out from the jet lag and becoming part of the mile high club-- it’s her thing. Plus she loves the glitter and probably being two glitter gay/bi/whatever floats your boat people that are dressed in matching outfits, but different color combos. Titties are out, and y’all are sprayed down in glitter

Then after that I feel like it would be Rico Nasty coming in hot with “SLAP A BITCH” and I know you and Rebekah felt this song on a spiritual level, so it’s both you screaming in each others faces while she has her arms wrapped around you bc she loves love.

Then it pops off with “STFU” bc a lot fo y’all hoes needs to take a seat and shut the fuck up when big bitches are in the room… anyways, personal issues. A lot of y’all do not need a mic and are not the big titty bitches y’all make yourself out to be… and take the mics away from podcast men, please. I BEG

But anyways, it’s really a whole anthem to all the rock/rap alt girlies out here. Rebekah isn’t used to the music, but she can get buck wild to it, especially when it comes down to Doja and RIco when they interchange with “Swamp Bitches”.... That’s my shit ngl

Nah bc opening a verse with “I WISH DEATH ON ALL YOU BITCHES” was insane… love you Rico <3 That song makes you wanna fight ever bitch in the state that ever did you wrong, every bitch working at goodwill that couldn’t take your brothers army discount bc you wasn’t personally in the army, the wack ass bitch at the post office that didn’t want to work there that day, and that grandma down the block that keep eyeing you and telling you that you ain’t hot shit… she wasn’t even hot shit when Project C hit the neighborhood and niggas were getting sprayed with hoses

Anyways

I truly feel like she’d appreciate the girl time with you, and just to be, and have her shit out and have fun. It’s what she deserves

KOL

THERE IS NO HEAR ME OUT YOU WILL LISTEN: NF

I know I been on the black artists wave, but for the niggas that really be feeling shit NF just knows and I feel like with Kols past of always being the forgotten sibling, not being i the pack of “always and forever”, dying all the fucking time, and getting treated like shit by everyone else unless they need to minute magical thing that’s super important he’s left in the dark

He is the most self-aware sibling out of everyone out this fuck ass family. And I feel for him honestly, being the black sheep, being the outcast. Being able to use your magic when you were a witch and then all of a sudden you can’t do that shit anymore because you’re dumb ass mom wants to make y’all fucking vampires and freaks of nature and then wants to kill you, like it was your fault in the first place? Shit was really whack.

Like he calls his family and siblings out for having a para social relationship that is super into emotional and measurements, and having no boundaries whatsoever, killing other peoples lovers, putting them in coffins just so Klaus doesn’t feel like he’s losing his siblings because he can always take them whenever he goes. But they’re still in a box, they’re not living life they’re not being happy. And that just shows how much class is really his daddy‘s son, even though his dad really isn’t his dad because his mom cheated on, her husband with a werewolf. And Kol clocks all of that.

So I feel that he would really vibe with NF, I really do. Therapy session, intro, hope, all of those songs the whole album really would have him crying in your arms at sometime around midnight when he just came over to listen to some tunes and have a good time, and I feel like you introduce NF to him. He gets hugged, and he knows that NF is speaking about his life someway somehow and it just really hits him and he just cries in your arms for that time

I don’t care how corny you think this man is, this is real music and he writes about things that are real, and that happens to him. The song mansion is legitimately about Kol’s life with being being abandoned and abused by his own family, and his own father, as class was taking most of the beatings, he still had to watch all of that. But being the middle child that he was, he just was overlooked, and that probably speaks as to why he acted out and didn’t get any of attention that he deserves.

And I feel that as Kol gets into a relationship relationship with you, you being his black queen, because I know that man was up in Hady for some reason helping him with the revolution. He just doesn’t give a fuck does what he wants to do so it makes sense why he would be with the black woman because it’s just everything, they are on earthly, they are Wisdom and magic and chest seal combined into a specific human type. And I love this for them, I love this for me.

But anyways, back to the subject at hand. I feel like you, dear reader, would surprise Kol with NF tickets because he’s been wanting to go for a long time, and you guys went dress up any fancy just probably black, cute little combat, boots and things like that. And then just head to the show. But as soon as the show starts, he probably starts off with one of his hard hitters. I’m imagining either therapy session, or mansion to really get the tears going. And it’s really just the two of you standing side-by-side, maybe even hand and hand shouting every single lyric word for word, and just letting out all the shadow work and trauma, that you two have built up over the past couple years, granted Kol is Literally hundreds of years old, and you’re probably someone your 20s or 30s. But trauma is trauma and y’all need to deal with that.

Bc deadass, these lyrics are Kol: “What's my definition of success? Listening to what your heart says. Standing up for what you know is. Right, while everybody else is” because in every single episode, when Kol says not to mess with some dumb shit that causes about to fucking do everyone else ignores him, even Elijah, and they fuck around and find out, and they all of a sudden need help. And then complain like no one told them exactly what the fuck was going to happen in the first place. This man is always right, and he needs people to listen more to him. He’s been listening to what his heart says, he’s been going out and meeting new people and trying to live a life that he would really be proud of. Even though he’s very much unhinged and still acts out because he wants to be king of the world and wants to have some form of control like Klaus has because he knows that he can never get away from Klaus.

And then, when I feel like it’s towards the end of the show, and NF finally drops, hope, I feel like that’s when Kol really starts to let go of things a little bit, and really start listening to lyrics and make a promise to himself with like, maybe fighting against his dark side, a little bit of all the things that he’s known, and then just digging himself a deeper hole. He wants to actually get better for you, and for himself to have a healthy relationship. Because he’s never had that in his life, and you’re just not a play thing to him at all.

“Thirty years of running, thirty years of searching. Thirty years of hurting, thirty years of pain. Thirty years of fearful, thirty years of anger. Thirty years of empty, thirty years of shame. Thirty years of broken, thirty years of anguish…. I’m taking the reins” so it’s really just him taking the reins of his life, and just making it better than whatever it actually was. And I hope that can be therapy, I really do. But this whole concert experience would really just be a gigantic therapy session for Cole, but also having fun with you because there’s no one else that he would let see that vulnerable and that lively and have his whole façade slip down like that besides you.

But he’d be a Drake fan, Travis Scott, and probably XXXtentacion… he’s still a menace, but he’s a healed menace…. well, healing.

ELIJAH

Here is the black womans whore himself… and my man *does the debby ryan* 

I know that Elijah appreciates music in general, that man literally writes his own concertos, plays the piano, plays the violin. He is classically trained. And I expect nothing less. Honestly, he really is him. And he is also still very much worse than Klaus, even though he would like to believe that he is not.

Honestly, I don’t think you would really have to introduce Elijah to rap or hip-hop music. I feel like he would already be in Erykah Badu fan, probably really like the Beastie Boys, was into old school, underground in New York, hip-hop and rap. He was probably there, underground, too, for shits and giggles when he wanted a break. So no, I don’t think you would have to introduce him to hip-hop, maybe to a couple artists and everything. But, that doesn’t need help with that department

I feel like Elijah would definitely be a Kendrick, Lamar, J. Cole fan in the rap game and even Lil Wayne too. But I want to get into some good old Tom foolery before I say my crème de la crème.

With the whole Kendrick, J. Cole and Drake beef, that’s happening, I don’t think that Elijah would ever take any sides. But I do feel like he would definitely keep up with the news, even though you wouldn’t expect them to, with the whole suit and everything.

To start off, I feel like you being the reader would bring up the whole rap beef thing to Elijah. Since two weeks ago, you already brought up the Megan Thee Stallion versus Nicki Minaj rap beef that was happening. And now, this time it is Kendrick versus everyone, fuck the big three it’s just big me nigga BUM

And I feel like it would be brought up during lunch or something since you guys have lunch together, and you’re just giving him the whole play-by-play and then letting him listen to the song. And I feel like you need to play a couple times for him, so he really gets to like listen to lyrics and understand because one thing about it is…. Metro dissed everyone in morse code

NAHHHHH CUZ YALL NOT HEARING HIMMMM BEEP BEEP BOOP NIGGA

Mans said “BUM” with his chest

Like I know, J. Cole was on his bike on his way to the studio. As soon as he heard what Kendrick Lamar said, but then again, he could also not be doing anything because he’s not the type to just be on Rappy just to get some shit going you know?

But anyways, I feel like Elijah would totally indulge in this, and he would write down a whole play-by-play with what everything means because the power money and respect? “Sweetheart, Drake is the money, Jermaine Coke is the respect, and Kendrick is the power….” I can fully foresee that man giving you a dissertation on every single line and lyric and how it is a jab at every single one of them, and the meaning is behind it. You got not only a history professor, but one of the great literary investigators of all time for no reason.

I feel like Elijah is low-key. Also waiting for Drake and J. Cole to respond to what Kendrick said about them. And he’s so messy, for he really is, because he acts all high and mighty but he’s really waiting for the gossip about what people about to say

But moving along from the rat beef, I really do feel like this man would be a Lil Wayne fan because Lil Wayne was setting a standard early in the 2000s and probably even before then about how he really is one of the best rappers out there. Like, no one else was doing it like him and no one else doesn’t like him, and will never do it like him. You would catch yourself humming to a Lil Wayne, and I feel like that man would pick it up instantly, and just go bar for bar on whatever humming note that you were on and it’s amazing, but it seems so out of character for him, but it’s really not.

Because this concert is going to be one hell of a trip because first and foremost he is not going there with a suit on, you’re going to have to get this man to be casual. Which shouldn’t be hard because he loves you, you’re his little chocolate drop, pumpkin. But putting this man in a leather jacket and some jeans and whatever shoes that are comfortable for him to wear at this concert is gonna be one thing. Fighting off other bitches while in the crowd is going to be another thing entirely as well.

But listening to him, actually let lose for the good two hours that you’ll be there at the concert screaming at your lungs, and listening to this man stay on rhythm beat and have actual breath control when he’s going for a speed to is going to be insane in mind melting

Let’s be honest, you wanna fuck this man on the regular basis just because he’s him. But you’re telling me that he’s cultured and he can wrap and knows what the fuck he’s talking about?

Coochie hours have been extended

And it gets even worse when he knows that this turns you on so anytime that you turn back to look at him he’s already looking at you, wrapping the verse with little to no effort and giving you those bad eyes because he just knows. He knows what he’s doing to you and you have no Other choice but to either look away or to hold eye contact because we both know this is gonna end up messy when you guys get back to the Airbnb or hotel room

“I said, "He's so sweet, make her wanna lick the wrapper" So I let her lick the rapper”, and this mans eyes are dead set on you and his gives the lip bite… Yeah yeah… time for me to gooooo

[thollandneedy]

The hot interviewer- Tom Holland

A/n: One of my ideas while i was took shower this evening

Warnings: Sexual tension, swears and mentions of sex

Summary: Tom hitting on his interviewer

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Night was falling, and Thomas's strength seemed to drop along with the sun. The white light used to film the interviews was making him increasingly dizzy. All he could see from a nearby window was the sun mixing with shades of pink and red. Once again, the same ritual was repeated. An interviewer came in, greeted him, asked her questions and then left. The beauty of the city of São Paulo, Brazil, beckoned him to admire its grand buildings mixed with colorful streets and nightclub lights. The brunette grunted to himself, taking his cell phone out of his pocket and watching the clock strike six.

- Thomas, we've only got one more. She'll be in 10 minutes. Would you like something to eat?- one of his agents asked the brunette, who seemed impatient. 

-"No, thank you.- The brunette said no to the man, who then left the interview room.

Faced with such a tropical and desirable place to explore, he felt like he was in a box. The actor couldn't think of anything else but a nap and a party later in the evening. His brother, Harry, approached him, touched him on the shoulder and said in his ear:

-"I think you're going to like the interviewer.-The redhead comments, drawing a confused look from the brunette, who then smiles at him.

-Why?

Then one of the filming and journalism coordinators from one of the São Paulo newspapers enters the room accompanied by Y/n. The woman smiles at Thomas, pushes her hair aside and walks towards him with one of her hands outstretched in a friendly greeting. The actor, wearing a black shirt showing off his muscles, suddenly stands up, looking at the interviewer from head to toe. Y/n was the kind of woman who walked into a room and everyone could sense her presence, even if she tried to hide from the malicious stares. The woman in the pink silk shirt smiled and said:

-Hi, Thomas, I'm Y/n M/n. It's a pleasure to finally meet Marvel's sweetheart.- The woman comments with a laugh.

-"You can be sure that the pleasure is all mine.- The brunette comments, smiling with his eyes, and sits down in the soft chair in front of the poster of his newest Spider-Man movie. 

-"How has your visit to Brazil been? Have you enjoyed it?-the interviewer asks, taking her cell phone out of her pocket and handing it to her assistant.

-"I've been enjoying it more and more, thank you for asking.- The actor crosses his arms. -Do you live here anyway?

-"Yes, I do. I go to college here, so I have to work for broadcasters who have their headquarters in the city.- The woman sits down in the chair opposite the man, crossing her legs covered by black pants.

-"You have a bigger bonus than me. At least you have a college degree.- Holland looked down at his feet, making fun of himself to get a smile out of the interviewer.

-"You studied acting and gymnastics. I can barely touch my toes without bending over.- The woman laughs.

"What a fucking smile" Thomas thinks to himself

-"How do you know all this? Did they ask you to do your homework today?- Thomas asks, wanting to investigate the woman in front of him more and more.

Apart from her structural beauty, you'd expect her to be nice. However, it was quite new for women not to be surprised by her presence. She didn't seem to care what he was doing there, and just wanted to do her job and leave like he did. Why wasn't she nervous? 

-"I had to,- she replied, rolling her eyes at the actor and then laughing at her own sarcastic gesture. -Actually, I always like to know a bit about everyone I interview. 

-Really? Tell me about me then.- The brunette was interested in the journalist's brief knowledge.

-"Well, you have three brothers. You were born in Kingston upon Thames. You like to play golf and most of your girlfriends were blonde.- The woman adjusted the microphone that was stuck in one of the open buttons of her shirt.

Holland couldn't lie about not wanting to lower his eyes to the woman's bust, but he knew it wouldn't be professional. While his common sense spoke louder than he did, his eyes still observed every detail of the woman's body in front of him. Those eyes, that body, that smile. She would easily be a great choice for casual sex, if he wasn't curious to know more about her.

-"Was that last one a statement or an indirect question?- the actor asked, receiving a silent denial from the woman.

-Let's get started?-The voice of Thomas' coordinator catches the attention of the two, who settle into their chairs, briefly applying make-up and adjusting small details in their appearance so that they don't look too tired after a long day's work. 

(...)

-And, cut! Time's up.-A male voice warns, causing the recording to end just as they were both saying goodbye. Thomas has to get his things and they're going to dismantle the room.

-Of course. -The woman stands up, straightening her blouse. -It's been a pleasure, Tom.

Holland gets up promptly, drawing the attention of everyone in the room because of his speed.

-"I want her to stay.- The actor asks, causing low voices.

-"Thomas, we.-The actor's agent tries to say and is cut off.

-"Dismantle the room. Let's talk in the meantime.- The brunette casts a subtle glance, as if mentally asking if she would like to stay with him for a few more minutes.

-Of course. If that's what he wants, that's fine with me. It's only a few minutes, isn't it?-The woman says, returning his gaze.

The room falls silent as the coordinators and agents try to organize themselves. Thomas's agent denies it to himself, raising both arms and saying: “dismantle the room and leave the girl.” 

All those present, such as make-up artists, film crew, etc., go ahead with the command and begin to dismantle the interview room and put their equipment away. Harry laughed to himself, realizing what his older brother was proposing to the interviewer, and left the room to call his other brothers to tell them what had just happened.

The bright lights went out and the air conditioning was turned off. The chairs were being carried through the door, and then they both approached each other, laughing at the situation.

-"Why did you want me to stay?-The woman crossed her arms, looking down.

-"Because I need recommendations for clubs, so I can take you out.-The brunette smiled sideways at the woman, who replied with a scoff.

-"Are you kidding?- The girl asks.

-"I hope that's a yes, because I'm not used to being dumped, darling.-The affectionate nickname makes the woman's cheeks turn pink.

-"I have a paper due later. The article from our interview today.- Y/n complains.

-"Let me take care of it. I'll ask your boss to let you go myself if that's the problem.-The brunette man stands his ground.

-"Are all Brits like you? Because I've heard that everyone in England is antisocial.- Y/n stared at him, looking as if her intimidating eyes were going to pierce his soul. 

-"Is it possible to spend 20 minutes in a room with you and not want to take you on a date?-The brunette insists.

The lights in the seemingly white room began to fade, leaving only the lights of the great night city to illuminate the room. The building they were in had large windows that showed the night, and a few avenues of cars that caused rush-hour traffic.

-I know a place. But I think it'll be hard not to be recognized, even if it is a private party.- The woman and Thomas walked alongside each other, heading for the exit door.- Do you like dj's?

- It depends. Do you like 22-year-old British men?

- You're not going to stop, are you?"-The woman laughs again, leaving the room and leaning against the wall of the long corridor.

- "You want me to stop? Because if that's what you want, I can leave.-The man leaned against the wall next to her, finally managing to get so close to her that her perfume enveloped his body.

Thomas stares at Y/n's lips, which open in a smug smile.

- Do you have a pen and paper with you?- she asks, but then rephrases her question. -Oh, I forgot that rich people don't carry school pens and paper in their pockets. Can I write down my address and the address of the party on a 100 euro note?

Thomas approaches the woman once more, making both their breaths become one.

- You can do whatever you want to me, love.-The actor replied with seductive eyes, crossing his arms to show off the black T-shirt that was about to be ripped. 

After exchanging numbers, Holland puts his cell phone in his pocket and says goodbye to the woman with a formal handshake. The cream-colored walls blended with the multicolored carpet in shades of blue and the white lights that led to the opposite elevator briefly reflected the journalist entering the metal elevator.  A silly grin broke out on her face as she was caught up in her mischievous thoughts.

-"I've got pen and paper in case you need it, Thomas.- Harry rests both hands on his brother's shoulder, saying in a seductive voice that only irritates him.

- Get out of here.-Holland laughs.

- By the way, I called Sam and Harrison while you were having indirect sex during the interview. They'll text you to find out about the hot journalist.- The redhead comments, typing on his cell phone as he speaks.

- Fuck you. And by the way, it's called envy that today I'm going to have sex, and you're not.- The actor jokes with his brother, and gets into the black car as soon as he comes down the stairs.

As soon as he sits down and puts on his seat belt, his cell phone vibrates. One of his hands reaches into his pocket and there is the message:

"See you later, webhead ;)"

[thesupreme316]

Heyyyyy I just came up with this but headcanons with the boys if their so is in college and has a bunch of missing work how and how they would deal with it (not like this is related to me rn totally DONT have have 20+ missing assignments that r do Thursday😮‍💨) if not that’s fine I just needing something to do so I felt like I was being productive cuz I don’t feel like doing work in my week off. Thought I’d submit ideas for writers so I’d be doing smt!

AEW STARS React to: Their S/O In College (and Taking Finals)

Pairings: Nick Wayne x Reader, Darius Martin x Reader, Hook x Reader, Dante Martin x Reader, Christian Cage x Reader, MJF x Reader, Eddie Kingston x Reader, Wheeler Yuta x Reader

Word Count: 1.2K

Supreme Speaks: hey yall, finals kicked my butt, but we back and packed up in here! to this lovely anon, i hope you got everything done and passed with flying colors (ik i struggled). but anyways, please remember that you are loved and appreciated, and also that you are more than a gpa.

Warnings: none i think, grammarly wasn't working so barely proofread, no gifs as tumblr don't wanna work rn

Taglist: @hooks-martin @sheinthatfandom @triscillal @cassie0sstuff @eddie-kingstons-wifey @hookerforhook @batzy-watzy @wwenhlimagines

i totally forgot to add my beautiful besties my bad

Nick Wayne

Hahaha He is the last person you should be going to for help

If anything, Nick believes that you should just leave it alone and just be in candy land with him

But he knows how hard it is for you and how important it is

So he’ll try his best to help you actually do the assignments

Like you two split up how much work you have and he does half the assignment

I think he would find it fun; pulling all nighters in the library and doing work with their S/O until like 4 am

Every night would be a new adventure

Would let you review the work before you submit it

But anything science-related

Don’t ask him shit

I see him as more of a math person

Darius Martin

I see Darius definitely as a liberal arts or literature person

Like he can edit your papers (he’s your personal chat gpt)

I think Darius would help you by creating a schedule

Like when you need to get stuff done by

BUT

He takes it a step further by allocating time limits for each assignment

Like you can only work on assignment 1 for an hour and 30 minutes each day

Something tells me he is particular with schedules

Darius will keep you on track as if he’s getting paid for it

“Y/N, your break ended 3 minutes ago. LETS GO”

Will definitely help you with researching topics cause that takes a while

Don’t ask him shit about math

Dante Martin

Doesn’t particularly understand what you are going through

But nonetheless he hates that he doesn’t see you as much anymore

I can see him just giving you gifts and words of encouragement

Will tutor you if you need help…but realize that this is not high school science

“You mean there is more than Chemistry I? CHEMISTRY VI? ORGANIC-“

He soon gives up

Stays up with you and drags you away from work if needed

IMAGINE DANTE SAYING “COME TO BED BABY” OMG MY HEART

Will help you with assignments like Nick

Will reward you for all your hard work (wink wink)

Tries to distract you and give you moments for fun/relaxation

After the dust is settled, he’s just happy that you are out of the shackles of academia and you two can hang out stress-free

Hook

MANS IS NOT BOTHERED WITH YOUR BULLSHIT

Has the constant “I told you to start on these assignments earlier” look on his face

If anything he will just supply you with food, energy drinks, and emotional support

But if you thing this man will give you any type of physical help

YOU ARE LYIN TO YOURSELF SWEETHEART

Will secretly complain about your lack of self care or wishing he could actually help in Italian

Fancanon: Hook can speak Italian

If he thinks you have been working too much

He will save your work and shut your laptop down

Will make sure you did everything on your checklist before turning the assignments in

If you need him to print stuff off, just ask, he’ll do it

Unless it’s 1 am…then he’s telling you to take your ass to sleep

Wheeler Yuta

Okay, this man can actually help you

WITH HIS CUTE ASS GLASSES

He truly understands what you are going through as he used to be in your shoes

Mans will tutor you until you are smarter than him

Loves helping you with history and shit

“No the War of 1812 didn’t happen in 1937”

Gives you helpful study and test-taking tips

Tries to make you drink healthy caffeinated drinks not Monsters or Red Bulls

Believes they are the devil and will slap them out of your hands

“What did I say? Red Bull gives you horns, not wings…no not horns for being horny”

Will give you little trinkets or treat you out to dinner when you complete your assignments/exams

He just wants you to remain healthy during this stressful time

Christian Cage

I feel like if anything Christian is a professor…with the way he be schooling those-

He’s probably very knowledge in various subjects

He just does them the old-fashioned way

“What the hell is this?…Whatcha mean this is the new way?”

But if anything he’ll adapt to it, just trying to help you

I HAVE A THEORY that he’ll stay up reading the next chapter or the directions for your next assignment and tries to figure out ways to make the process easier

So the next day you walk out to the table and you see the parts of your project laid out and labeled

“I know it’s a lot but we break it up like this, you should be able to complete by tomorrow”

Christian takes pictures of you two so he can look back and bring up times like the Vietnam war

Makes you take breaks, in which he’ll work in your place

When you get your grade back, it’s yalls grade

not yours

MJF

Straight up pays for a tutor/homework helper

But stays in the room and yells at them cause you are still confused and behind

I mean this in the nicest way

Max is no damn help

He is laughing at you while he’s putting on his scarf

“Imagine doing homework to get a little paper for a job! That’s what you get for not being born rich”

Will post you on instagram and claim that homework and exams are to test idiots

But will quickly change his tune when you place a physics worksheet in front of him

“WHY IS THE GREEK ALPHABET HERE?”

Issues you a public apology and vows to never make fun of you again

If anything MJF supplies you with emotional support, letting you know that your feelings are valid

Will buy you new shoes or something massive for surviving and passing everything

Eddie Kingston

Now when I say don’t ask him anything

DON’T ASK HIM ANYTHING! HE’LL JUST SAY

“Doll, imma be real, I have a GED. I dunno shit”

He can only laugh from afar and say “glad I don’t have to do that shit”

But if you ask him anything about English or Shakespeare, he got you

Will recite random Shakespeare quotes to provide entertainment

I think he proofreads your papers to ensure they make sense

I do think he can help with researching and giving you credible websites

Other than that, his designated role is paper weight or waterboy

He believes your every word when you groan about school

That’s all he can do but you don’t complain about it

After he loves you and you love him

[chochuuya]

flu confession.

kazutora hanemiya x fem!reader

notes: classic old school fluff, shy tora (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ

wc: 587

his voice is so stuffy over the phone.

“hurrgh,” kazutora groans. you can picture the scene now— him swaddled in layers of blankets, desperately trying to get over the flu. it’d be funny if it didn’t sound like he was two seconds from sneezing every time he spoke.

you call out his name and he goes, “huh?” in return. “oh, i didn’t mean to call somebody. uh, i’ll hang— achoo!”

you chuckled in response.

“poor you. get well soon, kazutora. don’t worry, i made extra notes and got you the handouts for the lessons you missed!”

“no, no, hang on,” he says, sniffling. “don’t go.”

his voice is strained, but he still sounds grateful for the time. “you don’t have better things to do? like... hang out with friends or whatever?”

“it’s 4 in the morning man..”

“yeah, uh, true.” he pauses, “what’re you doing up so late?”

“can’t sleep haha, plus it’s raining. i thought i could listen to some songs down the nostalgic lane.”

“oh, you’re a music girl, hmm?” he grins behind the screen, you can tell he likes the sound of that. “whatcha listening to?”

“not really.” you chuckled softly. “oh, right now.. don’t laugh but it's beautiful girls by sean kingston. kinda random, i know.”

hanemiya raises his eyebrows. “that’s a catchy song. i’ll be honest with you, though, most would’ve said taylor swift or... uh, i dunno, i’m running out of examples.”

he laughs, “so do you usually stay up this late all the time or is it the storm?”

you laughed along. “honestly, both.”

“yeah, i’m with ya there. the rain’s pretty relaxing, but it’s also kind of lonely.”

he pauses. “can i ask you something?”

“sure, what’s up?”

“you’re not gonna think it’s stupid?”

“let’s hear it first.”

“well…” he gulps, “do you think we’d make a good couple?” his voice is shaky but he says it anyway.

that made you sit straight up, staring at the phone in disbelief. the time keeps on running and you still couldn’t believe your own ears.

“..why would you think that, kazutora?”

“well.. i’m not sure, really. i just...”

he trails off, ‘just’ almost turning to ‘got a crush on you’.

“never mind,” he says quickly. “i’m just tired and sick. i shouldn’t say things like that.”

“i, uh.. it’s fine.” you chuckled nervously.

shoot i don’t even know what to say, you thought to yourself.

“yeah, okay.” he sniffles again. “can... uh... can you keep a secret, (y/n)?”

“of course.”

“okay. so, uh…”

there’s silence for a moment. kazutora takes a deep breath, then spills his guts. “i’m really into you.”

the boy blushes but he swore it’s just his fever acting up. “i’ve thought about it for a while, but i didn’t want to ruin anything. but we always get along and you’re really funny. and pretty.”

he clears his throat. “‘m i embarrassing myself?”

“no.. not at all, kazutora. thank you, you’re so sweet. i think you’re kinda cute too.” you let out a nervous laughter.

“wait, really?” his voice is a jumble of different emotions. surprised. happy. relieved. nervous. he doesn’t try to hide them very hard.

“are you just saying that?”

you laughed quietly at his remark. “no, i mean it.”

“oh. okay then.”

tora’s heart is about to jump out of his chest, but when did it ever listen to him before?

“so... do you want to hang out sometime?” he asks, trying to sound nonchalant. “when i’m not dying of the flu, of course.”

please do not steal, copy, translate, repost to other sites or claim my writings as your own. plagiarism is real!

so so cute (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶) please do like/reblog/interact if you enjoy reading this hehe, always appreciated ♡♡

[hms-lurking-latinist]

For @bird-lord1993 and @vastwinterskies, although it’s not exactly what either of them proposed, I still think they’ll like it: below the cut, Archie Kennedy and the Eighth Doctor

(I strongly suspect I am about the one millionth person to write roughly this exact fic, but hey, one million cakes!)

Horatio had been here a moment ago but now it was Bush. Why was Bush here? He should be free to go—he must be—unless it hadn’t worked—

“Don’t need to wait,” Archie tried to say. “Horatio will wait with me.” But Horatio wasn’t here. They’d taken him away to the court-martial. No, the court-martial was over. And Horatio had waited with him, they’d talked, he’d known that Horatio knew, and he’d heroically refrained from Hamlet and then—

Horatio must have left after that.

Bush leaned over him and said, “Don’t try to talk,” and it wasn’t Bush at all. The face could have been Bush’s brother, but older, and he spoke differently, and it wasn’t him. 

“Thought you had sisters,” he mumbled, only this wasn’t Bush, it was Bush’s brother, presumably a different Bush then, only Bush didn’t have a brother…

He was still feverish, it seemed. Natural enough in a dying man.

He had still to finish dying.

It was turning out to be more work than he had expected.

***

Next time he surfaced to awareness, he had enough presence of mind to realize he wasn’t in the prison infirmary. He could not make any sense of where he was. There was dim light, but—he lifted his head with some difficulty—he couldn’t see a lantern or a window, and it reflected off oddly smooth surfaces—stone? glass? steel?—in uncanny ways. Small colored lights glowed nearer him like unnatural little stars, and there was a buzzing noise, in his head he thought at first, but it seemed in fact to be coming from above him. Also a monotone chirping. The total effect was unpleasantly like a fit coming on and he was glad to close his eyes again.

***

The third time he woke up, the man who wasn’t Bush was there again, doing something across the room. Archie tried to sit up, and then realized he had tried to sit up, and the muscles of his belly and side had moved and nearly obeyed. They were weak and painful still, but—was his wound healing?

He tried to assemble his questions in a useful order. “Who are you?” floated to the top first.

“I’m the Doctor,” he said, and added “Just the Doctor” in the manner of someone who had often received further questions. Archie didn’t care, at least not at the moment; if he wanted to be secretive, let him.

The Doctor was coming over to Archie’s bedside now with what looked like a glass of water. But before he could offer any care Archie said what he had to say: “I’m sorry that you’ve wasted your time.”

He closed his eyes. He could hear the Doctor’s quick, anxious movements, quite characteristic of a certain type of surgeon. “Don’t say that,” said the Doctor. “I have better treatments here than your surgeon had. You’re going to live.”

“It’s not worth it, just to be hanged.” He took another breath—full, deep, almost unhindered, damn this doctor, he was going to live—and added, “The only kindness you can do me now is—decent obscurity.”

He could feel the Doctor hovering over him, so that he more or less had to open his eyes. He was met with bright unnerving blue eyes, so like Bush’s but so different in expression. Uncanny, that was the word.

“I’m sorry to have acted without your permission,” he said, “but you were really in no state to give it. They thought you had died, you know that?”

“Horatio wouldn’t have left till I had.”

“Your tall friend?”

“You’ve seen him?” Archie interrupted. “Is he well?”

“He still hadn’t left when I came and took you away. I was afraid he never would, you know, and I’d miss my chance with you. I can roll back time here, under certain constraints, but I can’t work miracles.” He looked very worn as he said this.

“What have you done?”

“Saved your life to start with. And—I’ve taken the liberty of departing Kingston. We are well outside English jurisdiction. So you see you haven’t got to be executed after all.”

There were bigger questions he would ask in time. He knew better than to quarrel with the surgeon while still confined to his bed. For the moment he would stick with the very practical: “Where are we now?”

“Where? Aboard the TARDIS. My ship,” he explained.

Archie took another look at his surroundings—the level floor, the big square room. “It’s very calm, then,” he said dubiously. “She must be pretty large. What is she, an Indiaman?”

The Doctor laughed, although Archie hadn’t intended it as a joke. “Bigger than that,” he said.

There were more worries there—who crewed her? did they want a fugitive aboard? did he want to be a fugitive, come to that; could he endure it? and what was this captain-surgeon of hers?—but he could feel himself growing faint, coming near the end of his strength for the moment. One more thing he had to ask first.

“Why have you done this for me?”

The Doctor got that tired expression again. He didn’t look at Archie. “I didn’t mean to find you at all,” he said. “I came to Kingston quite by accident; looking for someone, avoiding something else; you know how it is.” Archie didn’t, much, but it didn’t seem to matter. “You were the talk of the town, for the moment at least. I heard your surgeon talking, saying it was better to let you die, before…. I’ve known too many people that thought that way. I’m sick of the waste of lives.” He met Archie’s eyes again, with a lopsided smile. “And I can’t resist a challenge.”

The smile was nearly infectious. “I’ve been remiss,” Archie said. “I haven’t yet thanked you. What for, precisely, I’d still like to know…”

“Just rest,” said the Doctor, “let the nanobots do their work—I’ll explain nanobots later—I’ll come back and explain everything. Don’t, whatever you do, don’t wander off,” but Archie had already obeyed his first command and fallen into a deep unfevered sleep.

[ghost-bison]

I just woke up from a super weird dream. Dropping it here before going back to sleep:

In the dream, my best friend called me and told me "dude there's this super strange short horror film on YouTube that just came out, you gotta see this. So I go on YouTube and look it up, and it had the perfect casting (like it was just missing Catherine Tate and Alex Kingston honestly) (I'll reveal the cast as the story unfolds): the short film starts with Christopher Eccleston as a middle-aged tired man in a hotel room. He's watching TV or something when suddenly, there's a sound from the bathroom, like a distant music played by an orchestra (like a band of Mariachi I think). So he gets up to go to check it out and the scene stops there. Then, in the next scene, we can see Olivia Colman who plays Christopher Eccleston's wife. She's in the same hotel room as her husband and seems kind of worried because she hasn't heard from him in a while. She starts hearing the Mariachi Band in the bathroom but she doesn't check it out (very sensible of her if I may). Instead she calls her good friend, played by David Tennant, with whom she has a sexual relationship (like I think she was in an open relationship with her husband or something) and David Tennant's character arrives and they have sex (brain kept it pg). Then, they hear the Mariachi Band again. Next scene, a character played by Michael Sheen arrives in the room with them. I don't remember exactly who he played, either their friend or David Tennant's husband, but he's there with them and they tell him about the music. And it starts again, the music in the bathroom. So David's character gets up to see, with, right behind him, Michael Sheen's and behind him Olivia Colman's. David almost reaches the bathroom when Michael's eyes turn fully white and his head falls to the side, like he's possessed. But it is shot at an angle where you see all the characters faces, but David has his back to Michael, and Michael has his back to Olivia, so no one except for the people watching the film knows what's going on with Michael. David keeps approaching the bathroom, the music continues, and boom, I put on pause. Cause I'm scared. I'm still on the phone with my best friend and I ask if she's still there. The call hasn't ended... But she's gone.

Aaaand then I woke up dehydrated and needing to pee and it took me ten minutes to gather the courage to get up :) part of me wishes I could have seen the end of the dream, seen what happens next, but then I'm also thinking how hard it would have been to get up to pee if I had lmao cause wtf was up with that bathroom

[cupiddior]

NANA — huh yunjin

WARNING — fluff, swearing

★☆

huh yunjin was conflicted.

she’s never liked someone so much, like she feels like it’s actually concerning how much she likes you.

you’re the leader of new jeans just two years younger, she never thought that she would actually like someone younger than her and despite you being younger than her you actually intimidate the hell out of her.

she just thinks that the way you got so popular so quickly is a little scary I mean global vivienne westwood ambassador only five months after debut ?!

that’s crazy.

should she also mention that you’re her best friend jimin’s little sister ?

“oh my god.” yunjin looks up as he best friend dramatically flops at the end of her bed. “yn is driving me crazy.”

yunjin stomach turns just at your name. “how ?” she asks.

jimin sits up and looks at her. “I’ve seen my little sister’s face my whole life, and I love yn but when I become an idol it was a little nice to have a break from her, but now I see her face EVERYWHERE I mean billboards, poster, on my social media.”

as jimin continues to rant about you, yunjin gets lost in her thoughts I mean jimin wasn’t wrong your face was everywhere not that yunjin was complaining she loves seeing your face, well sorta, how is she supposed to try to get over her best friends little sister if she sees her everywhere ?

“BUSES I MEAN BUSES YUN.” yunjin snaps out of her thoughts as jimin finally stops her ranting.

“but that’s besides the point, I was talking to her this morning and why didn’t you tell me you guys were doing a duet on kbs ?” we are ? “she told me her manager told her this morning.”

“uhhh…” yunjin trails off trying to find an answer did her manager tell her and she just wasn’t paying attention ? probably

“that doesn’t matter.” jimin cut her off. “ I came here to tell you no funny business.”

“what do you mean ?”

jimin let’s out a deep sigh “I MEAN no funny business, no flirting, no touching no nothing, just singing, I know how you are yunjin.”

“I cannot have my best friend dating my little sister, first you’re the only thing I have that she doesn’t and also if something happens I’d be put in the middle.”

she then wraps her arms around yunjin. “ so no funny business right ?”

“yeah.”

“so what songs do you have in mind ?”

yunjin heart flutters as you smile at her.

she’s so pretty

I wonder how it would be if we were dating

“um hello ?” you wave your hand in her face.

“um sorry.” yunjin stutters as she scrambles to get her notebook, her cheek heating up in embarrassment.

“it’s okay.” you laugh, you look down at her notebook. “so, have any ideas?”

“um so I wrote down some songs like, kingston by faye, lover by taylor we could also do gorgeous by Taylor.”

“so love songs ?” you ask cutting off her rambling.

“um no..” yunjin trails off looking at her notebook. “there’s… uhh… yeah love songs.”

“sorry.”

“no it’s okay I was just teasing you.”

“you could tease me anytime you want.”

“what ?”

“huh, what ? nothing, i didn’t say anything.”

“um okay.” you laugh. “how about we do the last one on your list.”

yunjin looks at the last song and her face heats up “sofia ? are you sure.”

“I’m sure.” you say “I’ve listen to it sometimes it’s a good song to cover.”

“yea okay, sure let’s do it.”

you and her spent the rest of the next couple weeks splitting up lines and practicing and yunjin felt herself falling for you even more.

today was the day you guys actually film the duet.

“I’m nervous.” she whispers to you.

“don’t be.” you wrap your arms around her’s “we will do amazing especially you.”

wow are you trying to kill her.

“really.”

“I wouldn’t be saying it if I didn’t believe what I was saying.”

“actually.” you turn away from her and and pick up a little box. “I have something for you.” you give the box to her.

yunjin brushes her fingers over the lettering on the box Vivienne Westwood.

she opens the box to see two necklaces, obviously it was the icon westwood planets but hanging on one was a little strawberry and the other had a black star.

I’m in love could she get any better ?

“they’re for both me and you.” you say as you pick up the one with the strawberry hanging on it. “help me put it on.”

yunjin gently puts the necklace on you turning herself around implying she wants you to put hers on as well.

after you finish putting hers on, you turn her around and wrap your arms around her.

yunjin freezes.

“no touching” it’s not like I’m the one touching her so it shouldn’t matter right ?

“are you ready?” you ask her, letting her go.

“yep.”

“good.” you grab one of her hands and pull to to the set. “let’s do this.”

yeah let’s do this

the cover was a hit, fans were going crazy over not only the song choice but the necklaces ? thats what confused yunjin weren’t they just cute necklaces with charms ?

NEW JEANS YN AND LESSERAFIMS YUNJIN GO VIRAL OVER COUPLE NECKLACES.

the duo was seen in their hit cover wearing vivienne Westwood’s new exclusive couple NANA necklaces.

fans were already spiralling about the song choice but the necklaces are just the icing on the cake.

which leaves us wondering are is the yn of newjeans dating lesserafims yunjin ?

I guess they weren’t.

yn you sneaky little shit.

“YOU’RE DATING YN UNNIE.” eunchae barges into yunjin room.

“NO.”

“then why are you guys wearing exclusive couple necklaces ?” eunchae asks her facial expression says I just caught you in a lie.

ding (yunjin’s phone.)

“I’ll explain later.” yunjin pushes eunchae out her room and locks the door ignoring eunchae protests.

yunjin picks up at the phone and her heart drops.

jimin bae 😜

sofia by clairo ? couple necklaces?

oh shit