#I’ll try to finish 1 or 2 others but I’m closing reqs for now

[green446004]

MCGA art suggestion

Alex at a pottery wheel working on something

Loki, it would be nice to see loki in you style

Utgard-loki when he "appeared as a figure in black with a wolf faceplate"

I went with Loki here, but these are all great ideas.

[wondernimbus]

stressful times — fred weasley

pairing: fred weasley x female!reader

request #1: Can I request soft Fred Weasley comforting his girlfriend when she’s not feeling well/on her period and falling behind in classes/ homework? Pretty please 🥺

request #2: Can you write a Fred x reader where the reader is on her period while at Hogwarts during a time when a lot of tests are happening and she needs to be studying but isn’t and Fred notices cause usually she’s like Hermione and always does homework/studies and he figures out why she isn’t and helps her feel better? 

a/n: THIS IS WAY OVERDUE IM SORRY but i decided to combine these 2 reqs bc they were pretty similar !! 

[Y/N] is stressed.

School has never been a piece of cake for anyone—not even for Hermione Granger, who is one of the brightest people at Hogwarts, and certainly not for her, one of the Gryffindor Quidditch team's Chasers, and on top of that, a prefect currently studying for her N.E.W.Ts.

Wood expects her to practice out by the Quidditch pitch every free period in preparation for the upcoming match against Hufflepuff. This goes for every member of the team—even the ones who, like [Y/N], are studying for the so-called "big exams". And despite [Y/N] wanting to do well in her tests, she also doesn't want to lose her position in the Quidditch team—so she goes to the practice sessions, anyway, even if it's at the cost of her sleep.

That—coupled with her prefect duties and schoolwork—is wearing her out. So far she has managed to miraculously plow through, but when that time of the month comes and she can barely even bring herself to get out of bed, [Y/N] begins to wonder whether giving up would be a better option.

She could do it. Drop everything and lay in bed all day for the next week or so with a bag of chocolates at her side and pillows cushioning her entire body.

She could—technically, anything in the world is possible—but she shouldn’t, because she has obligations. Prefect tasks; patrolling the corridors and making sure no first-years go astray in the Forbidden Forest (it already happened once—she's not going to let it happen again), N.E.W.T. revisions, homework, Quidditch practice, homework, and then even more homework—

The very moment she wakes up and feels the pain in her lower abdomen, she knows she is done for. She only barely drags herself out of bed and trudges to her classes the entire day feeling like pure and utter dung. Her entire body is sore and her entire mood cranky, but that hardly matters because she has homework to do. And classes to go to. And Quidditch practice and patrolling and studying and Merlin-knows-what-else.

The sourness of her mood doesn't go amiss by any of her friends, and certainly not by her boyfriend, Fred Weasley, who automatically just knows when something is out of the ordinary with her. And while her friends decide to leave her alone after noting her less than pleasant mood, Fred does quite the opposite.

Which is, of course, no different from what he does everyday: stick by her side like glue. And while they'd been best friends for a while, it's only been a few months since Fred finally sucked up the courage to ask her out. So naturally Fred has very little experience with, ah, women’s dilemmas.

To put it simply, he doesn't know how to deal with a girl on her bloody (no pun intended) period. For the love of Merlin, he can't even tell.

So he's a little surprised and his feelings are a teeny bit hurt when he nudges her in the middle of Charms class and whispers, "Was that an earthquake? Or did you just rock my world?" only for her to shake her head without even as much as looking at him.

And so Fred's thought process goes like this: he's done something terribly wrong. He doesn't know what, but he must have, and now he has to make up for it—whatever it is.

First, though, he has to figure out what.

—

It's midnight. [Y/N] doesn't know how on earth she managed to get through the entire day without passing out, but she did and now here she is in the nearly empty common room, sitting on the carpet in front of the fireplace with several sheets of parchment and open textbooks splayed out before her.

Jotting down History of Magic notes, her face is scrunched up in the utmost concentration. Fred watches her from where he's sitting on the couch, pouting a little.

"Don't you think you should be resting by now?" tries Fred, the concern in his voice audible as his gaze darts from her to her homework.

She doesn't respond. Fred sighs and gets up off the couch to sit down next to her on the ground. But even then, she doesn't look up from her homework, so Fred takes matters into his own hands and reaches out with his hand to gently cup her cheek, trying to tilt her head towards him.

"Not now, Fred.." she mutters, leaning away from him a little to keep writing. His hand hovers in mid-air, fingers now just barely brushing her face as she's moved away. "I have to.. finish this.."

Her tongue is poking out in concentration as she almost feverishly moves her quill over paper. Fred tries not to feel too dejected and lets her be, waiting until she's broken out of her trance enough to grab her attention again. In the meantime, he props his elbows on his knees, the pout on his lips very much evident as he watches her work. He still doesn't know why she's been acting so distant, and no matter how much he tries to mull things over in his brain, he still doesn't know why exactly she's angry at him. Or if she even is angry.

Was his pick-up line really that bad? Could it maybe be because he'd kept trying to play with her hair in potions class the other day? Or is it because of what he did last week, when he’d talked McGonagall’s ear off about how wonderful a girlfriend he had? Maybe Fred should've been a bit more considerate—[Y/N] has always been a teacher's pet, after all, and he knows that the teachers themselves were surprised when they found out that she was dating him, one-half of the devious Weasley twins who had six O.W.L.s combined..

[Y/N]'s hand stills, and for a moment Fred thinks she's finally finished her homework, but her shoulders have bowed a little and her eyes have closed. The effect this image has on Fred is instantaneous: the pout on his lips is replaced quickly by a fond smile as he lets out a quick breath of slightly dubious laughter and moves to gently tap her on the shoulder.

Slowly, slowly, her eyes blink open.

Another tiny laugh. "You fell asleep for a second there, love," says Fred softly, hand moving to touch her hair, and he's so bloody endeared by her it hurts. Voice a mere mumble like he’s afraid of speaking too loud, he says, "Reckon we should turn in for the night, yeah? You and me both."

There's silence as she exhales, leaning into his touch almost unconsciously as her eyes close and her shoulders slump. "I'm really tired," she tells him quietly, nose wrinkling a little as her mouth stretches open in a yawn. (Good grief, Fred's heart aches.) He scoots forward a little into her, gathering her into his lap where she almost automatically curls up, head on his shoulder and her lips just barely grazing the side of his neck.

Fred can't even remember what he'd been agonizing over just moments before. All his fluttering heart cares about at the moment is his sleepy girlfriend, who's shifting a little in his lap to get herself more comfortable, mumbling something inaudible in her half-asleep state. He has to physically suppress himself from throwing his head back and laughing out loud, because something about the situation he's in is making him feel oddly euphoric. He only has to think about if for a few moments before he realizes why: it's because of how adorable she's being. And Fred’s heart might be melting in his chest—should he be concerned?

"I'm gonna carry you up to your dorm, okay?" says Fred, tone just loud enough to make himself heard but quiet and soft enough so as to not jar her awake. He feels her nod a little against his shoulder. Carefully, he gets to his feet, one arm under her legs and the other supporting her back the way a groom would carry his bride. (The thought crosses Fred's head very briefly and just like that he's smiling goofily to himself.)

And the moment is romantic and intimate in a quiet, calming way, until Fred makes the big mistake of murmuring, "I'll fix up your homework and bring it to you so you can work on it tomorrow" and [Y/N] quite literally freezes in his arms. Her entire body goes rigid.

"Homework. Oh, crap." Fully awake now, she lifts her head off of his shoulder, looks back at her pile of homework still on the ground, and then, her panicked eyes meeting his, she says, "Oh, no. No. I can't—I've got to get it done now, Fred."

An incredulous sound tumbles past his lips. "I could've sworn you were asleep two seconds ago.”

She sighs, squeezing her eyes shut for a few seconds before peeling them open again. Fred notes that the bags under them look even more pronounced up close; something that has him frowning at her. “Put me down, please? I really have to get that essay done."

He huffs, shakes his head, and starts walking towards the staircase leading to the girls' dormitory. "What—" [Y/N] yelps, looking up at him with an expression that suggests he’s admitted to strangling a rabbit. "Fred, I said put me down—"

"And let you work yourself to death? No can do, love." Fred looks down at her, lips pressed together in a sorry smile as he shakes his head. He lifts his gaze back away from her as he begins climbing up the steps, trying not to jostle [Y/N] too much in his arms. His tone sing-song, he says, “You need to rest. The essay can wait."

[Y/N] opens her mouth to predictably retaliate, but Fred stops halfway up the staircase and presses a kiss to her lips, effectively cutting her off. At first she’s stiff, but it only takes her a few seconds to relax and melt into him.

When Fred pulls away with one last peck to the lips, he smiles down at her, eyes twinkling. “Have I changed your mind with my superior snogging skills?”

Unable to help herself, she lets out an exasperated laugh, shaking her head in disbelief. But even then her gaze lingers on her homework, still on the floor in front of the fireplace—totally not yet finished—

“But I’ve only got a few pages left to go,” she says in one last stroke of adamancy.

”And what kind of boyfriend would I be if I let you stay up all night without getting enough sleep?” They’ve reached the top of the staircase now, and Fred is fumbling with the doorknob of her dorm room, trying to open it with one hand without having to set her down.

“But Freddy.”

Fred pauses trying to open the door, lips unconsciously twitching up into an incredulous grin as he raises his eyebrows at her. Of course she had to use his one big weakness against him—he loves when she calls him Freddy. Or perhaps love is a severe understatement, because he always goes all putty in her hands whenever she sings it into his ear or shouts it at him from all the way across the hallways.

But Fred isn’t having it, not this time. “But [Y/N],” he mimics her tone, still grinning, and the voice in his heart tells him to peck her lips again, so he does. “I'm telling you, love, you need sleep. And besides, we’re already here—once I get this door open—aha!”

The door clicks open and reveals behind it the dark seventh year girls’ dorm room. Fred peers inside, unsure as he steps a single hesitant foot through the door, and then he withdraws back into the landing. “Suppose I'll have to drop you off here,” tuts Fred. “Can’t really barge into an all-girls dorm room in the middle of the night—even when I’m with you. Mum would have my head.” Gingerly, he sets her down on the ground, making sure she’s standing up completely before he takes his hands away. Grinning, he holds his palm out towards her and says, “That’ll be twenty galleons.”

”I didn’t even ask for—“

“A kiss, then.”

And her incomplete homework is still lingering in her head, bothering her—she really does need to have that done at least before breakfast tomorrow—but Fred is standing in front of her with the same playful smile that [Y/N] has never learned to resist so she sighs and stands on her tip-toes, places her hand on the back of his neck, and pulls him in for a kiss.

Fred is smiling—she can feel it against her lips. Eventually she starts smiling too, unable to help herself. When she pulls away, Fred cups her cheeks in his hand and pecks her forehead—and then her nose, and her cheeks, and her eyelids, and then she’s laughing, saying, “What are you doing?”

Fred lands another kiss to the tip of her nose, then drops his hands back to his sides. “You look far too lovely for someone in dire need of sleep.”

At the mention of sleep, a yawn tears its way out of her throat. Fred has to restrain himself from doubling over and sobbing because Merlin’s beard was that adorable.

”Fine,” [Y/N] says through yet another yawn, hand coming up to rub at her eyes. “Fine. Maybe I am tired.”

Fred gasps far too dramatically. “Who ever could have guessed?”

[Y/N] may be sleepy, but she still has enough strength within her to reach out and shove him lightly by the shoulder. Fred is as theatrical as always; he clutches the spot where she’d touched him as though he’s been fatally wounded.

She rolls her eyes, smiling. Another yawn. Fred drops his act and shoves his hands into his pockets, expression somber as he looks at her, eyes dancing over her own tired ones. “Go get some sleep, alright?”

She purses her lips, shoulders slumping in defeat as she nods. “Okay. Suppose I’ll just try to finish it as fast as I can tomorrow.” And then, voice going soft, she says, “Thanks, Fred.”

Fred is so goddamned endeared.

“And. Um.”

”Yes?”

“Sorry about being so bloody cranky. I'm—“ she pauses, eyes darting away for a moment as she gestures wildly to nothing in particular.

Fred raises his eyebrows.

“On my period,” she mutters. “Have I made it awkward? I'm sorry. I just didn’t want you to think you’d done something wrong for me to be acting.. you know.”

Fred’s brows have risen so far up his forehead he’s surprised they haven’t disappeared into his hair. His mouth has fallen open a little in surprise; whatever he’d been expecting her to say, it certainly hadn’t been that. But part of him is relieved at the knowledge that he hadn’t done anything wrong.

“So that’s why you’ve been acting like someone pissed in your tea,” says Fred teasingly. She rolls her eyes again—another yawn; the largest one so far, actually. He can’t help the fond laugh that tears its way out of his heart and past his lips. Reaching out, he places a hand on the back of her head and kisses her forehead. “Sweet dreams, love.”

She wraps her arms around his middle and nods into his chest, and Fred’s heart melts. “You too, Freddy.”

—

The next morning, [Y/N] wakes up to a mysteriously completed set of History of Magic homework and a bag of Honeydukes' chocolates on her bedside table.

[tintoki]

update: may 02, 2022

hi, i’m christine.

i’m 26 y/o, and i’ve grown a lot (i think).

i like being by myself and enjoy doing things solo, although it’s fun to do things with a special someone too from time to time.

i still like watching anime and listening to music. i still like being by myself.

i’m somehow still in school -_-. i graduated from undergrad, 2014-2018. did nursing pre-reqs for a year (2019), then worked as a cna/ caregiver in 2020, during the height of the covid-19 pandemic. after i found out i got into a nursing school, i’ve been in school since then (2020-2022).

i am close to graduating (anticipated graduation date: aug 2022).

i think i have grown a lot since starting nursing school, although there is still soooooo much to memorize and learn, lol.

right now, i realized the kind of nurse i want to be, but i also have a lot of stuff to work on in order to get there. that’s okay.

some nursing specialities i realized i’m interested in are: trauma (you never know what comes in through those doors), ed (emergency department), or (operating room), peds (kiddos ages 0-18). i’ve interviewed for an or internship that is straight to hire once graduated from nursing school....... we’ll see if i get it. results will be known today (i doubt i got it but i’m glad i tried for it !!). i thought i would end up doing psych, but i realize that nursing route is not the route for me.

i’ve made good friends in nursing school, but with this idea, it always comes with a tradeoff. i am still scared to open my heart to being truly good friends with them, and that’s okay (for now). being just friends is enough for me. i’ve made too many “good friends” in the past, and somehow they always just keep coming and going. i wonder when it will stop, but i don’t think it will ever stop. i guess i’ll just never know what it feels like to have that one friend who will finally stay.

right now, i’m working 2 jobs (one as a nurse extender, which is basically half cna and half nurse, and the other as a 1:1 caregiver for a very kind stroke patient who communicates with a word board). the nurse extender job is pretty cool !! i like being in the ed/triage. i’ve gotten to insert iv’s, drawn blood samples, hung primary fluids, secondary medications, gave im injection shots, performed ekgs, po meds, urine collection, talk to patients. all the while, i’m still in school. getting ahead with assignments and currently trying to finish this last essay. as of currently, i am also positive for covid-19 lol. symptoms are mild tho, just congestion and sore throat with a few body aches at first. right now, it’s just a stuffy nose and an annoying, phlegm-filled cough. getting better though, it’s been 5 days.

during clinical today, i felt very lonesome. actually, the whole day i felt very lonesome today. even though my friends are in the same clinical group with me, they still somehow made me feel alone today. then i remembered - ‘friends aren’t supposed to make you feel lonely when you’re with them.’ the relief i felt when i wasn’t next to them made me remember this. today just felt like... a day to be alone. in a way, it felt kind of nice. kind of quiet. comfortable. i drove home quietly too, my head left in a daze from the long afternoon. i realized the only fun thing i did today was look at or policies because the overall day was slow and boring. but looking at or stuff and different surgical instruments was actually quite interesting and fascinating, so i did not mind it since i was technically learning and reading.

when i got home today, i ate, did misc stuff, showered, and laid on my bed for about 10 mins just staring at the ceiling. it felt nice to just lay there, relaxed and in my head with my feelings. i had a quick thought to just not do any school work and just read a book i’ve been wanting to read. i shook the thought away. not yet, anyway.

i spent some time afterwards with myself.... something i haven’t done in a long time. it felt really nice to just watch dreamcatcher related stuff and listen to good music. i miss doing simplistic things by myself. i realized how important it is for me to stick to my roots rather than listen to what extroverted others want to do. i’m an introverted person at heart, anyway.

right now, i am trying to start and finish this stupid essay at 01:33. let’s see how far i get.

That’s pretty much all I wanted to say. I guess I just needed some space to think and write. As I continue along nursing school, I continue to realize how much the world is filled with so much sadness and hurt. I hope the hearts who are scarred out there somehow find its way towards love and healing.

[resilientdolan]

Thick and Thin (g.d)

-part 1-

A/N: Book 2 of Drown is here! I’ll try my best to update (at least) once a week. Also, blurb req/thoughts and comments are highly appreciated!

Word-count: 2k+

Summary: The fact that Grayson hurt her in the past by choosing someone else over her keeps haunting Bianca, even when she’s trying to start a new chapter of her life in the city of angels.

Tags: @bingexdolan @grantsairforce @prettyboydolan @kyaaawritings @3ooda97 @baby-grayson @ryxgrantdolan @fangdolan @evergreendolan @goldenndolan @nikesbailey @soledadgray @sosweetgrethan @twinfinitydolan @333dolans @babeygray @guiltydols @rhyrhy462 @blindedbythelightt @ecstasydolan @pineappledols @velvetdolan @divinedol @mercurygrant @graysonsdol

*pic credit to @nikesbailey bc BOMB ASS EDIT)

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“So how’s LA?,” Bianca asks as she folds her sweater neatly before she carefully puts it into her suitcase. Her flight is scheduled for tomorrow, and here she is, getting ready, while also busy talking to her boyfriend through the FaceTime call. She steals a glance at her phone that she sets on her nightstand, so she can see Grayson’s face on her screen while getting her stuff packed.

“LA’s okay,” Grayson replies after a moment of thinking.

“Just okay? I thought you’ve been dreaming about living in LA all this time,” Bianca scoffs as she folds the last pair of jeans that she grabbed from her closet.

“True, but not fun that you’re not here, babe,” Grayson lets out a soft groan as he runs his thick fingers through his dark hair. The concept of being away from his girl slowly drives him crazy. Even only for two weeks.

“Baby, few more hours, and we’ll be together again,” Bianca emits a light chuckle as she zips her suitcase up. She got everything she needs packed, so she crawls onto her bed to lie down, phone in her hand, of course.

“I know. I miss you. I can’t wait for tomorrow,” her boyfriend mumbles as he wraps an arm around his pillow to hug it. “I’m all excited about sharing a room with you, you know?,” a cheeky grin comes across his lips as he talks.

“Don’t tell me that you’ve been busy preparing,” Bianca rolls her eyes playfully, followed with a slight chuckle.

Grayson moves his phone camera so he can show her the whole bed that he’s lying on. “Which side of the bed that you want?,” he chuckles.

“Um... can I have the right side? I want to sleep by the window!,” she giggles as she answers his question once she’s done observing the room though his phone camera.

“And because you’re always right too? Like— you know, they say, women are always right, blah blah,” this time, Grayson rolls his eyes back playfully. Bianca can’t help but bursts into laughter as he rolls his eyes.

“I didn’t say that!,” she shakes her head.

Bianca’s still laughing the moment Grayson jumps out of his bed quickly out of nowhere. She notices his sudden action, so she calls for his name. “Grayson?,” she calls for her boyfriend.

“Yeah?”

“What’s wrong?”

“No, I think I hear someone talking to Ethan,” Grayson replies as he heads out of his room.

“Maybe he’s on a call with Mabel?,” Bianca guesses.

“Nah, doesn’t sound like Mabel,” Grayson shakes his head as he keeps walking, heading to the living room. “Oh, it’s you!,” Grayson’s voice echoes.

“Grayson! I thought you’re out!,” Bianca can hear a female voice talking to her boyfriend. She keeps her gaze on her phone screen to watch her boyfriend.

“Nah, I’m on call with my girlfriend,” Grayson moves his gaze from his phone screen to the other person standing in front of him.

“Gray? Who’s that?,” Bianca calls him once again.

Grayson immediately shifts his gaze back to his girlfriend to answer. “It’s Alana,” he answers with a thin smile on his lips.

Alana?

Bianca takes a quick look at the clock on the top left of her screen to check for the time. 12.45 am in Jersey, which means 9.45 pm in Los Angeles.

“What is she doing?,” Bianca whispers. But Grayson’s too busy talking to the blonde girl sitting on the couch in his living room with his twin brother.

“Monty’s? That sounds like a good idea!,” Bianca can hear Grayson talking to the other girl. He seems excited, and she doesn’t know what for.

“Gray?”

“Yeah?,” Grayson quickly shifts his gaze back to the girl on his phone screen.

“What’s Monty’s?,” Bianca arches her brow in confusion.

“Ah, Monty’s one vegan burger joint here. Babe, they have the best burgers! You’ll love it, I swear,” Grayson explains excitedly. “Oh, also, their shakes are bomb! You have to try it— Hell, I’m taking you to Monty’s once you’ve arrived!,” he adds.

“Wait— you’re going to Monty’s? Like— now?,” his girlfriend frowns.

“Alana wants to get some shakes,” the man on her phone screen shrugs.

“Isn’t it late? Like— isn’t it almost 10 there? You need some rest, Gray,” Bianca sinks her teeth onto her lower lip as she thinks about the possible reason behind Alana asking Grayson out to get some shakes this late.

Is she into him?

“Uh, I have no class tomorrow, babe. And I napped. So I’m good!,” Grayson replies as he gives his girlfriend a thumb up to convince her.

“Grayson, it’s late,” A soft sigh escapes her as she watches him moving again. He’s walking back to his room, she knows it.

“Baby, just the shakes, and I’ll head back home,” Grayson answers as he gives his girlfriend a small smile, grabbing his wallet and his keys that he put on his nightstand. “Isn’t it late for you? Isn’t it almost 1?,” Grayson arches his brow as he walks out of his room once again.

“Yeah, it’s 10 to 1,” she answers.

“You have a flight to catch in the morning, Bianca. Get some sleep,” he speaks as he walks. This time, he’s not even looking at her.

Out of nowhere, Bianca can feel her anxiety is on the rise again. Watching him being excited about getting late night shakes with his ex crush really got her overthinking.

“I will, I’m done packing, though,” Bianca nods, but Grayson isn’t paying attention to her the moment she speaks.

“Alana, come on,” again, Grayson’s voice echoes as he calls for Alana. “Yo, E, want to join?,” he shifts his gaze to his twin, who’s sitting on the couch with his laptop on his lap.

“I’ll stay here, I have an assignment to finish, but can you get me some salted caramel shakes, please?,” Ethan replies without even looking at his twin. He’s clearly too busy with the assignment.

“Yeah, I’ll get you that one,” Grayson nods his head before he shifts his gaze back to the girl on his phone screen. “Baby, you need to sleep,” again, he tells her to go.

“I’m going, I’m going, but—Gray?,” she calls for her boyfriend.

“Yeah?”

“Will you pick me up at the airport tomorrow?,” she asks.

“Of course! Just let me know about the time, yeah?,” Grayson gives her another smile. “Now sleep, baby,” and again.

“Fine—“

“Goodnight! I love you!— Alana, hurry up—,” that’s what she hears before Grayson ends the phone call. Real quick that she didn’t even get the chance to say ‘i love you’ back.

Bianca puts her phone on her nightstand as soon as she sets her alarm, and turns her night light on. Her mind wonders about the worst scenario that might happen for letting her boyfriend going out with his ex crush this late for the sake of shakes.

Is Grayson into her again that he willingly drives her this late to Monty’s?

Bianca wraps her arms around her pillow as she lets out another sigh, followed with a mumble.

“Grayson, please don’t hurt me again. I’m begging.”

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“Oh my God, is it really you?,” Grayson nearly screams as he throws his arms wide open only to scoop his Bumblebee into a hug. Bianca drops her suitcase and throws her arms around his neck. It’s been 5 days since the last time they shared their last kiss at the airport in New Jersey, right before Grayson left.

“Gray!,” Bianca squeals as he boyfriend carefully lifts her off the ground, so she wraps her legs around his waist to cling onto him like a koala.

“Bumblebee, you’re here!,” he coos before he gently brushes his lips against hers, pulling her close for a kiss. Bianca moves her hands up to rest them on his cheeks as they kiss.

“My beautiful baby,” Grayson mumbles absent-mindedly as he keeps his gaze on her features, admiring how beautiful she looks that day. There stands his girlfriend, wearing a white tanktop that she tucked into her high-waisted jeans, covered with her khaki trench coat and of course, her favorite black Chuck Taylor.

Grayson kneels down to grab her suitcase, and uses his other hand to take her hand in his. “How’s the flight? Are you tired?,” he asks as he leads her towards the silver Jeep Compass parked in the parking lot.

“Flight’s okay, a little tired and wait— whose car is this?,” Bianca turns to face her boyfriend. That car’s definitely not his. He has a black Porsche, not a silver Jeep Compass.

“Yo, say hi,” Grayson knocks on the driver’s window. The person inside finally rolls the window down so Bianca can see the one driving that car.

Blue eyes, blonde hair. Alana Whitman.

“Hi, Bianca! You’re good?,” she greets her with a smile on her face.

“Oh— hi, Alana. I’m good,” Bianca answers, giving her a thin smile in return. The other person sitting on the backseat rolls the window down as well. It’s Ethan.

“Biancaaa!,” he greets his bestfriend excitedly.

“Ethan!,” Bianca turns her gaze to her bestfriend who’s sitting on the backseat of the car. Grayson puts her suitcase in the trunk of the car before he opens the door for her.

“Get in, babe. Let’s get you your first Monty’s,” Grayson chuckles as he motions his head towards the open door. So Bianca crawls onto the backseat of the car, sitting next to Ethan. Once she’s in, Grayson gets into the front passenger seat.

“Alright, everyone’s ready?,” Alana asks as she starts her car.

“Bruh, I’m always ready for Monty’s,” Ethan replies excitedly to match her energy.

“You excited, baby?,” Grayson turns to take a quick look at his girlfriend who’s sitting on the backseat. Bianca gives him a small smile and nods her head.

“To Monty’s!,” Grayson shouts, followed with Alana and Ethan’s laughter.

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“Hey, Alana, what do you think about the Film History class?,” Grayson’s voice breaks the silence between four of them as they’re heading to Monty’s.

“It’s pretty interesting,” Alana answers as she keeps her gaze on the roads ahead, both hands on her steering wheel.

“The fuck? We have a lot of materials to read and you find it fun?!,” Grayson’s eyes go wide as he turns to his side to face Alana, who’s not even looking at him.

“Reading is fun, Grayson, really,” Alana’s shoulders rise and fall into a shrug as she hums.

“Yeah, maybe it’s just my dyslexic ass,” Grayson rolls his eyes back, finding her statement about the ‘reading is one fun shit to do’ sounds like a complete bullshit to him.

In the backseat, Bianca, who listens the whole conversation, pokes Ethan right on his shoulder, since he got his AirPods plugged in all the time. “Ethan,” she whispers.

Ethan takes his right AirPods out and turns to face her. “Yeah?,” he whispers in return.

“Are Grayson and Alana in the same class?,” she whispers, not wanting both of them to hear her.

“Of course, they’re in the same major,” Ethan shrugs. He arches his brow the moment he notices Bianca’s frown. “What? You have no idea about that?,” he asks.

“He has never told me about that,” she whispers once again. “Are they— you know—,” Bianca’s activating her FBI agent mode, ready to interrogate.

“They what?,” Ethan hisses.

“They—“

“Woo, we’re here!,” Grayson cheers, distracting the both passenger sitting on the backseat of the car. “C’mon, baby!,” he shouts happily before he hops out of the passenger seat. So does Alana, leaving the two in the car.

Bianca turns to face Ethan one more time as she speaks. “Ethan, she used to be his crush back in middle school, right?,” she sighs.

“Yeah, but there’s nothing between them, Bianca, really,” Ethan shrugs as he unbuckles his seatbealt.

“Hm— girl’s kinda sus,” Bianca mumbles as she unbuckles her seatbelt. “But I’m here and I’m ready to mark my own territory,” she continues.

“Ooh, scary girlfriend shit,” Ethan teases her, which got him ended up having the back of his head smacked by Bianca.

“Shut the fuck up, Crimson Chin,” she hisses before she jumps out of the passenger seat to follow her boyfriend.

[jackrrabbit]

I just discovered your blog today and read through your entire masterlist. Your writing is wonderful ♥️ I feel so privileged to have the opportunity to read your writing. Keep doing what you’re doing since you have a real knack for writing!

holy shit my WHOLE masterlist? That’s wild, thank you anon!!!! I’m so in love with you, you don’t even know

imma answer a bunch of asks real quick!!! Doing it in one post so as not to spam followers 🥰 also I been thinking I want to do this more often so...y’all could sign your anon asks with an emoji if u want! And I’ll tag it like “🦋 anon” or whatever so you can find it. I feel like that would be kinda cute idk 🥺👉👈

ask answering

I’m praying 4 a speedy recovery 😏 and thanks! I thought it was time for a change and I found the gif and was like 👀 lowkey kinda hot perhaps? something about the spanking and the glitter ;///;

hhhhhhhh STOP my heart can’t take this

1k followers legit feels like so much tho, I’ve never had 1k on anything (except like LinkedIn and FB? if that counts). I’m thinking about 1k people and...that’s like a whole ass lecture hall. which gets me thinking that when i post smut I’m presenting it 1000 people like whattttt 1000 people are looking at my sex fantasies that’s a lot of pressure but I hope I’m up 2 the task haha

😛😛😛 that’s fucking awesome, as a smut writer that’s basically the goal 😋 I’m honored to be a part of your go-to porn stash hehe

Thank you!! I finished my last final for this semester on Friday, so I’m officially done with my junior year of college 💅 I’m a double major in psychology and law & justice theory. I’m keeping reqs closed for now so I can finish up some things I’m already working on but I can’t wait to reopen them!

@fictionalcat i love you too!!!! 🐱

😍 so glad to have converted more people to yandere Tendou...he’s such a good (bad?) yandere. god what a creep, I love him. Shoutout to @vermiliren who got me on the yandere Tendou train with their fic finally which made me a dirty Tendou simp 🤬 those long fingers smh

Part 2 to Unprofessional should be posted on May 20th (this coming Wednesday) as a nice birthday present for Tendou 🎁 I hope no one is expecting more plot because it’s literally just smut, which is what the OG request asked for. Part 2 to Fanatic is kinda up in the air...gotta wait for inspiration to hit but I’m working on it!

Yo thank you........💝 I love Fanatic but I always feel the tiniest bit weird abt it because it’s more extreme than most of my other stuff...someone commented on the post saying it made them want to cry and I was like oh shit that was kinda the point but I’m still v v sorry 😥 anyway it’s really great to get positive feedback for it!!! strong degradation kink might be niche but the people who like it REALLY like it and I am very grateful

wow thank you! I’m glad it felt in-character for him 💓 I think keeping characters true to canon is one of the hardest parts of writing, especially with smut. I think it’s harder to write smut because you have a conscious endgame that you’re pushing the characters toward—I don’t ‘plan’ my writing so usually I just try to think about “what would this character do in this situation? how would they react?” and then let the story play itself out from there. can’t do that so much with sex tho because you’re actively trying to get them into bed lol 🙈 so it feels really good to know I captured Tanjiro well, thanks!!!!!

A couple others have asked for a part 2 to Sleepless, so I’ve been thinking about it, but atm I have no plans to write another part. As much as I liked the end product, Sleepless gave me a lot of trouble when I was writing it—most of my other fics I wrote in 1–2 sittings; Sleepless took at least 5 rip. HOWEVER I’ll keep thinking on it and possibly write another part some time in the future, and I’ll def write more KNY 💜

@villain-hotline HOW are you going to put me under arrest when you’re already in jail under suspicion of being too perfect & gorgeous for this world HMMMM

omg i’m crying........the hard work, time, and effort thing got me 😭😭😭😭💞 stop playin and marry me already 💍

and also I just wanted to say, to everyone who replies to my fics or puts comments in the tags, I love you and I would die for you <3 I can’t respond to replies bc this is a sideblog, but your comments/additions make my day and give me so much inspiration it should be illegal.

THANK YOU!!!!

[diamond-song42]

Card Shark 122: Alicorn Amulet

Happy 2021 everycreature! I know it’s been a while since the last Holiday Dumpster Fire Shark - and my website still isn’t finished yet - so you may be asking yourself, “what in Equestria is happening?!”

Well, I’ll tell you what’s happening. University has, as usual, been hectic. Building a website with many multilayered tags for organization purposes is harder than it sounds. I’ve also been applying to internships as they are vital in the field of work I intend to enter - and got approved for one starting this June, which I am over the moon about! But add all that to some stressful family and social events - surgeries, layoffs, online feuds - and you have another extended Shark break!

So because of that, I have a new plan. I am going to finish the Holiday Dumpster Fire Card-a-Thon, even though we are well past the holidays. I also have a certain card I want to write about for my birthday, even though it will be long past my birthday. After that? I’ll see where my writings and the cards take me.

But with that comes an announcement. This will be the final Shark I post to The Di-Light Zone.

I have decided that since we are moving on to cards labelled as legal in the current Core format, it would be fitting to continue writing about them on the new site. I don’t know when everything will be finished, but I want everyone to know that Card Shark has never left my mind. During class sessions, showers, viewings of my favorite shows... I’ve thought about how I don’t just want to end Card Shark. I’ve fostered it for too long to let it go this easily. And because of that, I cannot wait to share with you all this archive of writings that I have been working long hours on!

Now to continue with business as usual one last time here in The Di-Light Zone. Today we’re covering Marks in Time with a Resource that seems like a prime farming tool... I’m surprised I haven’t seen more of it. Let’s pick apart the “Alicorn Amulet!”

Just put one of these on and you too can be a highest level unicorn! There aren’t a lot of Resources you can play on Troublemakers, and this one might be the most powerful of them all. This costs 1 AT, 1 Purple req, and 1 White req, which is... amazingly cheap for a Resource of this rarity. You play the Amulet on any of your Troublemakers. (No opposing Troublemakers will be sporting this thing!) There are two parts to this Amulet: first, it makes the host Troublemaker Epic and gives it +3 power. Epic Troublemakers can be challenged by either player and are usually associated with big villains like the Pony of Shadows or the Legion of Doom. By itself, that is pretty great. You can turn non-Epic Troublemakers into Epic Troublemakers to farm for your own gain. But then there’s the other part: during your Main Phase, you can pay 1 AT to move that Troublemaker. Moving a Troublemaker can be useful when your opponent sets themselves up to continually confront a Problem and avoid your Troublemaker. And just to recap, this can all be done for a minimum of 1-2 AT. THAT is scary. A smaller Troublemaker like Winterzilla can be boosted to 7 power while a higher Troublemaker like the Pony of Shadows (even if it is already Epic) can be boosted to 10. You can get rid of your own Troublemakers and get points when your opponent doesn’t want to. And you can play leapfrog with a Troublemaker, jumping from Problem to Problem. It’s a pretty ingenious farming technique, especially if you use Troublemakers that benefit you and you wouldn’t normally use for farming. There’s a reason this amulet is Unique.

So where has this thing been on the competitive scene? Frankly, besides the Resource removal, I don’t see many technicalities that could be wrong with it. It’s easy to play, it’s cheap, and it’s got a fun niche! Yet I think the biggest problem facing this card is that it is too niche. Besides already-Epic cards, most commonly seen, useful Troublemakers only have a maximum of 0-1 bonus points. I rarely see any farming technique use Troublemakers with less than a 2 point turnout. And the few non-Epic Troublemakers that have at least 2 bonus points don’t exactly have a lot going for them in what they do. The first Pony of Shadows can frighten a Friend at its Problem. Grumpie Pie is coming close to hitting a lot of banlists. The goal of The Smooze, Creeping Crud is to stick around and repeatedly flip off any opponents who try and defeat it. Timberwolf... well, we don’t talk about Timberwolf (at least until I write a formal Shark on it). Even if played on an already Epic Troublemaker, depending on the Troublemaker, the extra power can be easy to overcome. Regardless, if played on the right Troublemaker, I still think this could be a threat against certain decks.

Here’s a few more cards that may or may not be wearing one of Zecora’s doorstops:

*Scootaloo, Creature Catcher. Ok, so I frankly couldn’t find a lot of cards that I thought meshed well with this thing. Scoots here exhausts and lets you play a Troublemaker for free. That’s 1 AT (maybe more?) you can save to play an Amulet on the Troublemaker once it is revealed. Blue/Purple/White just became a more viable option for a tricorn deck with the inclusion of Legion of Doom, Frightful Foes and Being Big Is All It Takes in New Dawn... even if neither of those cards really heavily support Troublemakers. Time to reiterate my Card Shark catchphrase: “Every AT counts”. It’s just a nice little trick to help you keep some pocket change.

*Hoity Toity, Discerning Eye. If Princess Luna, Midnight is any indication, Orange/Purple/White might be an even more viable tricolor combo than Blue/Purple/White. Hoity Toity essentially allows you to recycle Friends and Resources in your discard pile once - if those Friends or Resources would leave play after that, they are banished. I don’t say this lightly: Hoity Toity is one of my all-time favorite MLP:CCG cards. Here, he will allow you to replay Amulets on your Troublemakers. Once one of your Troublemakers is defeated or dismissed, you can just replay your Amulet on the next Troublemaker you play, simple as that! As with any Hoity Toity strategy, I advise two things: one, you need to keep a close eye on your discard pile and make a plan in case your opponent is able to shut down access to your discard pile before you can get to it. Two, I’d run multiple copies of every card in your deck so you have as many opportunities as possible to replay things with Hoity Toity.

*Cozy Glow, Double Dealer/Fluttershy, Pony Pirate/Repulsor Blast/any card that allows you to bypass Troublemakers and confront Problems. The Alicorn Amulet does make a Troublemaker Epic - even if it’s your own Troublemaker, it prevents you from confronting your own Problems. At least it does... when you don’t have any cards like these at your disposal. If you still want to get points off your Problem while your Amuleted Troublemaker sits there, you have several options at your disposal. Depending on your overall deck strategy, you’ll have to pick the option(s) that’s right for you.

Thank you so, so much for reading this edition of Card Shark! It feels bittersweet to say goodbye to The Di-Light Zone... but the magic of friendship will always be strong here. The (not Holiday anymore) Dumpster Fire Card-a-Thon will continue on the new Diamond’s Corner with an Event from Defenders of Equestria that was frankly hard to pick because DoE has so many decent Events. As I’ve said previously, I’ll make a formal announcement here once the site goes live. But until I see you again, my friends, whether on this site or the new one... Diamond out!

[peachyjie]

Home || Cai Xu Kun

A/N : Hello, its my first scenario but i hope you all will like it. And yes i am new to this whole scenario thing. But i really wanted to show my passion for writing, and esp incorporate it with our favorite boys. So for the first scenario, i want to dedicate this to our #1 boy who deserves everything, Xukun *uwu* Enjoy!

Requested : No, but req is open! So fill it in!

P.s: i wrote this whilst listening to I Wanna Get Love *what is wrong w me*

Pairing : Cai Xu Kun - Reader

Genre : Slight!Angst *just a tinsy bit* + fluff

Summary : When distance and time becomes both of your enemies, that’s when both of you misses home

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Home

A place where we all have, we all own. We grew up there, find comfort there and find warmth there. It’s everyone’s safe haven basically.

But has it ever occured to to, home isn’t just a place to stay? A place to rest? A place to live?

4 months, was the time you spent in your empty box you shared with your boyfriend, Cai Xukun. Without love, comfort, warmth.

Without him

You remembered when he first stepped out of the house, a big luggage by his side. His smile wide, adoring gaze was on you. But you both knows how much this whole thing will test both of you.

He hugged s you, and kissed your lips for the mast time. You burried yourself more in his warmth, savoring the moment for a little longer and giggled.

“I’ll make you proud, Y/N. I promise”

You just stared at him, he looked at you back in confusion. Your smile only got wider, how much more dumb can he be.

“You always make me proud, Kun”

He sighed, but he knew he had to let go. Nodding for the last time, he dragged his suitcase out. Closing the door, leaving you with the silence that felt so surreal.

A box of emptiness, nothing but silent and cold box.

The first night was always the hardest.

You and Xukun couldn’t easily fall into dreamland. You both kept tossing and turning around, finding the missing warmth so uncomfortable. It wasn’t until dawn, both of you finally lull both of you to an uncomfortable yet desperate slumber.

Except for Xukun, because Zhou Rui decided to wake him up with a megaphone. And turning up his song I Wanna Get Love in full volume. He swore he will murder this kid one day

Both of you tried to keep it together, trying the hardest not to let the longing works up to both of you. You tried to keep yourself busy with your studies and chores, whilst Xukun trained every seconds, hours for perfection.

Both of you also tried to make it all work. You will go to his stages whenever you have time, supporting him from afar. Xukun himself would have eyes wandering around, when he sees you all small with his banner, he would instantly go soft and have the biggest smile on stage.

Then the 2 months strike came, you were finishing your school project when you heard your phone rang.

You smiled in content when you saw the name and pressed accept. His face soon appeared on your screen. Both of you didn’t speak, too busy studying each other.

You looked at his face, now different from the last 2 months. His face was more featured and sunken, eyes baggy from the lack of sleep. But what’s odd is that he’s glowing.

“Hi beautiful”

You giggled, content filling your heart. How much you missed him. His voice, his warmth, his embrace and him, selfishly wanting him by your side.

“Hi Kun”

He kept smiling, despite his room being all noisy from the boys. He was still able to hear your voice.

“Do you miss me?”

You scoffed, was he dumb to ask that question? He chuckled.

“Always, Kun”, he felt the sincere in your voice when you replied his odd question

“Do you miss me?”

You could hear Zhou Rui’s fake vomiting and Xukun hitting him at the end of the line. Your screen was shaking from his movement where’s you can’t help but laugh.

“Ahhh i wish i could have a girl by my side so i can be mushy and soft with-“, a smack from Xukun but that didn’t let Rui stop.

“But no one wants to be with me. They all find my beauty a threat, hence they shall never feel beautiful because of my existence. Shall i die all alone with no love?”, Xukun glared at him. Noting to himself, one day he will choke Zhou Rui in his sleep

When it was back to his face, his smile was still there. Xukun really felt like his heart is in content, he realized how whipped he was for you.

“Always”

Then it was finally the 4 months strike, the last day of his program. You were proudly standing in the sea of IKun holding up his banner.

The look of proud that was slapped on his face, his eyes filled with tears, but mosty pride. You watched him walked down to the stage, you watched him with pride when he gave out his speech.

Raising up your banner, you hide your face whilst crying. Knowing he deserves this, knowing how badly he wants this. Knowing how much you miss him.

You fell asleep on the empty bed, feeling exhaustion hugging your figure. You couldn’t help but smile in content knowing the struggle is now ending, because he is coming back.

The sunlight hits you from the slits of the blinds. You groaned trying to chase it away, feeling the annoyance by the suddenly light piercing the dimmed room.

“Shhh, come here”

You felt yourself being pulled and guided by a pair of hands. Your rolled over, being hugged. Smiling in content, you felt the warmth.

Then it hits you. You’re being hugged, in someone’s embrace. Not just someone, this was the same warmth and scent. The familiarity. His familiarity.

You force open your eyes, and there he was. Hugging you in the same warmth you always find enduring and soft. The warmth that always lulls you back to dreamland without any effort. Accompanied by his scent that never changes, a mix of mint and musk. The scent that you always told him not to lose.

He was here, he was by your side.

“I- how did you- No, what-“

You didn’t realized how you where choking on your words, tears sliding down your face. Why does having him beside you, so close to you after 4 months felt so surreal.

He shushes you down, wiping the tears from your face. He kissed your forehead, your eyes and down to your nose.

He stared at you, hugging you tighter as you calmed down. How does 4 months made everything so different, every embrace, affection is so surreal, it’s nerve-wreaking.

When he was away, none of you felt like anything was in place. Everything was changing. You felt yourself getting busier and trying to distract yourself from thinking about him. It slowly kills you.

It’s killing both of you

Xukun felt the needs to make you proud, he felt it’s a need to succeed. But both of you felt something was missing. You both misses home.

Home not as in a place to rest. A place to live in. That was the home when he was still living with you 24/7, home as in a place where privacy is. And that’s not it, not for both of you.

Home as in you, him. Home where both of you are together, beside each other drunk in love, hugged in familiarity, love, affection and warmth. Home as in a person

Xukun felt so satisfied, the feeling of grief and longing is gone. He felt your stare at him, as if you’re afraid he would vanish if you blinked.

He slowly leans down, bumping his nose on you. You smiled. He’s here, Xukun is back.

“I’m Home, Y/N”

And seals his lips on yours

[georgies-boat]

Secrets {Part 1} // Eddie Kaspbrak

Word Count- 1698

Summary- You’re Stan Uris’ twin sister, and you two are as close as can be. That is, until you start dating one of his best friends behind his back, and go against his number one rule; no dating his friends.

Warnings; N/A

A/n; This was getting hella long and I still have a lot planned for this so I’m making it into two parts, will try to get part 2 out ASAP!

Requested; Yes! 

req; can you please do an eddie imagine? maybe one where the reader is one of the losers' sisters so they date in secret but they all accidentally find out?

PART 2

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“Why can’t I go?” You asked, incredulously. It was a typical sunny day in Derry; blue sky, scorching heat. It was the perfect day  to go for a swim. Your brother had asked for the two of you to go out with your friends to the Quarry, and without a second thought, your father had agreed for Stan to go, but not yourself. “This isn’t up for discussion, young lady.” Your father said, sternly. “But- This is so unfair!” You argued, your face visibly showing your anger. “I said this isn’t up for discussion! Just go to your room, Y/N!” Your father snapped, and with a huff, you did so, slamming the door behind you.

“For fucks sake.” You whispered, throwing yourself onto the bed. You grumbled to yourself, rolling over. “Why can Stanley go, but not me?” Normally, it wouldn’t matter that much, as your father knew the boys well and didn’t think they were bad, but when it came to swimming at the Quarry with a bunch of teenage boys in your undergarments, he had his limits. Even if Beverly would be there, she didn’t have the best of reputations among the town, either. You understood he was trying to protect you, but it didn’t mean you were happy about it.

The sound of something hitting against your window made you turn in surprise. Walking up to it, you jumped when the same sound echoed through your quiet room. You saw it clearly now; it was a rock, but who’d been throwing them? Furrowing your brows in confusion, you slid open your window and peeked out, scanning the yard until your eyes fell upon a certain short brunette.

“Eddie?” You asked, peeling your window open ever so gently. The boy had a huge smile on his face, and motioned for you to climb down. You looked at your door with a hesitant glance, and smiled sadly at the boy. “Can’t. Dad won’t let me out with you guys today.” Eddie frowned, but you were quick to finish. “It’s alright, though! You guys go ahead and have fun. I have a lot of homework to catch up on anyways- we can’t all be as smart as my brother.” You attempted, and failed, to convince him. He shook his head, rolling his eyes.

“Y/N, you and I both know you want to come, so get your ass down here or I’ll haul mine up.” You blinked, a bit shocked, before biting your lip. “What about my dad?” You asked, unsure. “Stan’s distracting him, obviously. Hurry up, dammit!” Most people never would have really taken Eddie for such an impatient, demanding person, but you knew Eddie. You wouldn’t have thought it of him either, but you’d known him for as long as you could remember.

Sighing in defeat, you ever-so-careful climbed out of your window, jumping and landing on your feet with ease. It wasn’t as if you hadn’t done it before, you’d done it hundreds of times, but the last time you’d got caught, well, let’s leave it at the fact you were certainly not willing to go through it again. Still, you trusted Eddie, and besides, Stan wouldn’t let anything too bad happen to you, nor would the other losers. They were your family, and they had your back.

You walked over to Eddie, and the two of you glanced around, guaranteeing the coast was clear. Eddie quickly pressed his lips to yours, pulling away almost immediately. He pulled you into a hug, whispering into your ear. “I miss you. We never get any alone time, anymore.” Frowning, you pulled away. “I’m so sorry, Eds. I know this sucks, but we gotta go. Stan’s terrible at distractions.” Eddie sighed, but followed you anyway. You could tell he was hurt, but Stan couldn’t find out about the two of you.

It went against every rule in the book, yet it was such a common, stereotypical romance; the girl fell in love with her brother’s best friend, and the two date in secret without the brother knowing, with fear he’ll disapprove and risk losing their relationships with him.

It wasn’t that you didn’t want to tell Stan. Damn, you wanted to so bad. You two told each other everything, and you were as close as could be. He wouldn’t admit it, but you knew Eddie was dying to tell Stan and Richie as well; they were his best friends, after all. You knew how Stan was, though. Overprotective of you. He’d always been like this, even when you two were young. You remembered it like it was yesterday.

“Y/N, you can’t date any of my friends.” He’d told you, out of the blue. The two of you were on the swings in your backyard, rocking back and forth gently. Of course, you were both only 8 years old at the time, and it meant absolutely nothing to you. “Boys are gross, Stan! They have cooties!” You’d replied, sticking your tongue out at him. He sighed, and looked at you, seriously. “I’m serious, Y/N/N. I don’t wanna see you hurt. It would be even worse from my friends.” “I’m serious, Y/N/N!” you mocked, giggling. Stan sighed, the serious look unmoving from his face. “Fine, mr Grumpy! I won’t date your friends!” “Promise?” “Yes, Stan. I promise not to ever, EVER date any of your friends!”

If only you’d realized then how hard it would’ve been, maybe you wouldn’t have made the promise to your brother. Maybe you would’ve been smarter, had you only been a bit older, wiser. “I can’t make promises I can’t keep, Stanley.” If only you’d said something along the lines of that, you wouldn’t be flooded with the guilt you felt to this day. You didn’t want to have to break your promise to Stan. You tried so, so hard to push away your feelings, until finally, you couldn’t anymore. You knew if Stan found out, it would break him. The thought of breaking him, broke you.

As the two of you passed the window, you ducked while Eddie signalled Stan, to which he nodded, bidding your father goodbye and meeting you two outside. “Let’s get going then, we’ll be late.” Stan said, as the three of you walked down the driveway. “Dad’s gonna notice if my bike is missing, Stan.” You frowned, you knew Stan hated when you rode on the back of his bike. Stan pondered this, knowing you were right. “You can ride with me.” You both snapped your heads to Eddie, who was blushing bright red. You almost thought he would expose your entire relationship.

Stan looked unsure, before Eddie clarified. “I mean, I know you hate riding with another person, and I don’t mind.” Stan looked to you, and you nodded, indicating you were okay with it. “Alright, but don’t try anything with my sister, Kaspbrak.” He teased, but there was a serious tone to it that scared the both of you, just a little. Gulping nervously, you waited for Eddie to climb onto his bike before following suit, loosely wrapping your arms around his torso as he took a deep breath, following Stan as the three of you made your way to the Quarry.

Upon arrival, you were greeted with the Losers Club and the guilt of being with Eddie, though still present, was watered down and pushed away. Beverly, who was the only one who knew about your relationship, had raised eyebrows when you’d pulled up, arms wrapped around Eddie. She ever-so-subtly looked from Eddie to Stan, indicating her question evidently. You shook your head no, and mouthed “I’ll explain later”, to which she nodded.

The two of you stripped down to your undergarments, and without another word, both jumped off the ledge. “Holy fuck, how do they always do it without giving a shit?” Richie asked, dumbfounded. Even after all these times, he and the others still found it amazing that you and Beverly both jumped without hesitation. He and the others had their eyes trailed on the water, where you and Beverly had surfaced and were splashing each other, smiles bright on your faces. All except one; Stanley. He was too busy death glaring at Eddie. He saw the way Eddie’s eyes were trained on you from the moment you began to strip. None of the others seemed to notice Stan’s glare, however, and one by one, they all jumped, leaving Stanley standing alone. He shook his head at himself; neither you or Eddie would do something like that. He must’ve just looked at a bad time. “C’MON, STANLEY!” You called, and Stan sighed, before running and jumping off the cliff.

The rest of the day flew by, chicken fights occurred while you and Eddie supervised, lots of splashing, Richie making a comment or two about you and Beverly, and now you were laying beside Beverly, suntanning quietly. The boys were all staring at the two of you, both girls knew. Their gazes flicked between your two bodies, except Eddie’s, which stayed on your beautiful body. You and Eddie had been careful all day, up until this point, or so you’d thought. It just so happened that Stan had kept an eye on the two of you after his speculations that morning, and he had been right. You two were obviously much closer than the others; Stanley already knew this, because you and Eddie had always been quite close, but it was different. He saw the way Eddie looked at you, and it made his blood boil. The worst part of it all? You looked at Eddie the same way.

“THAT’S IT!” Stanley screamed, making the entire group jump, staring at him in shock. You and Beverly shot up, eyes blown wide. “What the fuck, Stan?” Beverly asked, taking off her sunglasses and squinting at your brother. “Why don’t we ask Eddie and Y/N, Hmm?!” You glanced at Eddie, then back at Stan. “What are you talking about, Stan?” You asked, a fake-confused tone hiding your nerves. “What am I talking about? Oh, I don’t know! Maybe about how you and Eddie are dating in secret, behind our backs?”

[buttercream-me-up]

Skydive // Jack Maynard

Word Count- 874

Summary- Ever since a young age, you’ve wanted to go skydiving. Now that you finally are, Jack isn’t too fond of the idea.

Warnings; N/A

A/n; uM SO LIKE WOW IT’S BEEN A WHILE. I’ve decided that while I hardly find inspiration to write anymore, I’m probably not going to delete this blog, because I’ve put time & effort into this blog and even though my posting will be rare, I’ll still try to finish all my requests as they come. So sorry this has taken so long, but tbh, I’m surprised I wrote it at all.

Requested; Yes

req;  One of the Maynard's, "just... come back alive, okay?" And "please, you can't die now" idk if it sent but I wanted to add to the one I sent earlier..... 😬

prompt 1;  "just... come back alive, okay?" 

prompt 2;  "please, you can't die now"

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“Oh please, Jack. I’ll be fine.” You said, rolling your eyes as you slipped your arms through the sleeves of your jacket. “What if something goes wrong, Y/N?” He asked, worriedly. “Jack, honestly, these people do this for a living. I highly, highly doubt anything will go wrong.” You said, exasperated. “That’s not certain, Y/N!” You ignored him, rolling your eyes and zipped up your jacket. “Don’t go..” He muttered, defeated, and you whipped around, angrily. “What is your problem? I’ve been talking about doing this for ages, since we were 9 years old, Jack! Why does it matter so much now? Why didn’t you say anything before, I’ve been planning this for 12 years, why bring it up now?!” You yelled, annoyed. He stayed quiet.

You and Jack had been friends since your early years; 5 or 6, maybe. Ever since you were young, the sky had fascinated you. It was something you could never truly understand; and it intrigued you to no limits. It called to you, in a sense. Some said you were crazy for thinking so, but you knew what you truly wanted to do. When you turned 9 years old, you promised yourself that one day, you’d satisfy your burning desire to explore the sky.

Jack, on the other hand, wasn’t as excited as you were. He trusted flying, of course, he flew on planes all the time, it was a huge part of his job as a youtuber. This was different. It wasn’t the fact you were going to be in the air on a plane travelling to a nice, safe location. No, it was something else that was bothering him. It was the part about jumping out of a moving aircraft several thousand feet above the ground and falling at an alarming rate towards the ground, that was worrying him.

You’d vowed to yourself from the young age of 9 years old, that on your 21st birthday, you were going to Skydive.

Your best friends refused to let you go at it alone, of course. They said they’d come as well, and you’d have a party of sorts. Jack was invited too, and you’d even paid for a ticket for him, though he refused to jump out of a moving plane. He thought it was ridiculous- but you brushed it off. Twelve years of planning and waiting later, it was the big day, and nothing would ruin your mood. When you’d woken up, you could hardly contain your excitement, the smile on your face the brightest it had been in years. The morning could not have been more perfect; Jack had made you breakfast, but only as you’d mentioned today’s adventure, did the day go sour. Hence why you were fighting with Jack now.

You turned and grabbed the doorknob, opening the door gently. You stepped out, about to close it behind you when Jack began to mutter. You had to pause and take a minute to register what he’d said. “I’m just worried about you.” You sighed, pushing the door open and meeting Jack face to face. He took a deep breath, looking you in the eye, and you could see just how scared he was. It made your heart wrench in your chest. “Just... come back alive, okay? Please, you can't die now.” “I promise you Jack, I’ll be fine.” You assured him, pulling him in for a gentle kiss.

“I’ll text you when we get there, and when we land, okay?” You told him, caressing his cheek gently. He nodded, and smiled. You could see it in his eyes he was still nervous, but trying to be strong for you. “Have fun, love.” You smiled too, and gave him one last quick peck on the lips before grabbing your bag and heading out the door. You’d made it to the parking lot, and decided to text your friends, letting them know you were about to leave. ‘Leaving now. See you in 15.’ You’d sent, the smile never leaving your face. This was it, you were actually doing this. You couldn’t believe it.

You’d climbed into the car, and began to pull out of the lot, when you heard him. “Wait!” Jack called, running out after you with his coat and shoes on. “What are you doing?” You asked him, surprised. “Do you still have that extra ticket?” He asked, slightly out of breath. You furrowed your brows in confusion, “Yeah?” “Can I tag along, then?” He asked, a cheeky grin on his face. 

You blinked, not expecting that. You didn’t know what to expect, but it certainly hadn’t been that. “I thought you didn’t want to risk your life jumping out of a plane?” You asked, smirking in amusement. “Yeah well, I’d be a pretty shitty boyfriend and best friend if I didn’t help my girlfriend fulfill her lifelong wish- and on her birthday, nonetheless.” “Hop in, lover-boy.” You said, unlocking the door.

You were ecstatic, and as you drove to the takeoff point, you absolutely couldn’t wait. Finally, after 12 long years, you were going to skydive, and you got to do it with all your best friends and your loving boyfriend. You couldn’t have asked for a better birthday present.

[shadowfae]

I've recently stumbled across the word "otherkin" and it seems to describe certain feelings I have, but the tumblr tags seem to be full of unuseful information and, well, silliness. I'm sort of looking for people to talk to while I try to sort myself out, without making too much light of it. Do you have any advice on sifting through everything?

Besides going ‘AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA’ and never doing anything about it?

First things first. You’re new, so we’re going to divide this into two parts. Part one, crash course on otherkinity, alterhumanity, and the little branches of it you should know about. Those words and terms will help you figure out what’s what. Part two is great, you know all these terms, how do you sort through the mess that is kinfeels. 

Under a readmore because long, since I ramble sometimes. I’m glad you asked, and if you have any further questions, hit me up again and I’ll do what I can.

Part One: What Even Is Otherkinity

Otherkinity is identifying involuntarily and nonphysically as something nonhuman. You aren’t saying you are physically this thing (as you are physically human), you cannot choose to be this thing and can’t choose not to be this thing, and you do not identify as human 100%. 

The modifiers: Fictionkin means you can be something that is human, but it must be fictional (like Harry Potter or Percy Jackson or smth). You can be a member of a fictional species that isn’t human (like the Elf Queen’s Daughters of the early 70s that started the fictionkin community). It is still involuntary and nonphysical.

Otherkinity is divided into three ‘main’ branches: therianthropy, otherkinity, and fictionkind. Therians (or therianthropes) ID as an animal that has been or is on Earth. Like dinosaurs or foxes. There are an absurd amount of wolf therians here on tumblr. Those that are obviously faking or haven’t questioned enough for even themselves and just went with ‘wolf’ because it’s cool are called wolfaboos. Usually I just don’t talk to them, since to each their own and they’re not actively being annoying, but please don’t just “oh I’m not human clearly I’m a wolf” the moment you get kinfeels. Things don’t... work... like that...

Anyway. Otherkinity as a sublabel of itself generally has within it our conceptkin (I’m calling it that for now. Things like voidkin or starkin), theriomythics (fantasy animals within mythology such as unicorns and youkai), draconics (draconity, which is dragons and pretty self explanatory), the vampire and were____ communities, and probably a few others.

Fictionkind I already went over. I have three kintypes that are fictionkind in nature. They are called fictotypes for this reason. (Kintypes is the label for all of them, but there is also theriotypes and fictotypes for therianthropy and fictionkind.)

Those fictotypes are Pale Noël from the Evillious Chronicles, a noncanon Devil from DSP’s works, and an Absol from Pokemon. As I have more than two kintypes, I am in what we call ‘polykin hell’. Though tbh, most people put themselves in polykin hell when they’re up past five. Poor guys.

The things that are close to otherkinity but not actually it!

Copinglinkers- They ID as something voluntarily to cope with something. Usually trauma or mental illness. While not otherkin, they are alterhuman and do belong in our community. They are also called copingkin, which is a bit outdated but since copinglink is a new term, I’ll let it slide. (It was coined by @who-is-page, actually, and they are a delight to follow if you want to see antikin absolutely dragged through the mud.)

Otherhearted- Those who identify not as something but with it. As an example, I am faehearted and shadowhearted. I identify with those things because one of my fictotypes did, and that carried over. It is very easy to mistake heartfeels for kinfeels. Regardless, like c’linkers and ‘kin they are alterhuman and totally rad.

Synpaths- Tbh I’m not quite sure what’s the difference between synpaths and ‘hearted. (I have heard it is ‘ID with this’ versus ‘I want to hug that’ but you should not be asking me; as I don’t have a fuckin’ clue.) Either way, if you think you have a synpath go research that. Please don’t ask me, I don’t know. All I know is that they exist and they do stuff, so they’re worth mentioning.

There are also ways to be otherkin, for lack of a better term. Ways you explain why you identify as these things. There are two main ‘branches’ to this: spiritual and psychological. There are also religious, cultural, and probably a few other reasons, but let’s go with the ones off the top of my head.

Spiritual- Can be anything from ‘my soul is this and my body is not’ to ‘I was this in a past life, and it is still relevant’. (You can have past lives that aren’t kintypes. The difference is simply how much they affect you. I do believe I had a life a fuckass long time ago in second age Senntisten, but as it isn’t relevant outside of vague memories of fire, it isn’t a fictotype of mine.)

Psychological- Anything from ‘I used this as a c’link at one point but it is now irreversible, and I am this now’ to ‘My brain decided to be wired weird and now I ID as this’. Essentially, you have a psychological reasoning for being kin or hearted or whatev. Psychological otherkin get thrown under the bus a lot because really angry copinglinks insist they’re kin and we’re “gatekeeping ableist jerks”. The difference is that c’links choose and can drop their identity. Psychological otherkin cannot. The line can be pretty blurred, and in that case you’d best just slap down “I am this, currently questioning if c’link or kintype”. Literally nobody can yell at you for that. I’ve had to do it before. Never did figure out what it was, but it doesn’t matter now.

Religious- I don’t see this one as often, but I think it’s something along the lines of ‘my God wants me to feel like I’m this for X reason’? Or maybe it’s a past life thing that your religious says you have. (I think Buddhism does that, but I am no religious scholar and I might be wrong.) 

Cultural- I’ve seen this mostly in Native American folks, but I’m sure they’re not the only ones. What I have seen is ‘my family have always been crows, so I am a crow therian’. I don’t know much about Native cultures, despite having grown up around them, so I suppose if you had cultural reasons, you’d already know? I do believe spirit animals play into this, but I’m what we call ‘exotic white bread’ and I am not the authority. But I also don’t know who to redirect you to about this. Hm. I’m gonna have to go asking around.

And of course, to finish off part one: multiplicity. That’s a fun one.

Multiple systems aren’t kin. Not hearted either or anything. They’re the other ‘main branch’ of being alterhuman. They are usually several people trying to pilot one body. They use terms like fictive, which is not fictionkin(d), though the two get confused an awful lot. A fictionkind person is someone who IDs as someone or something fictional. A fictive is a part of a multiple system who IS that person, with usually no other identity. 

Using myself as an example: I am fictionkind, and one of my fictotypes has green hair. I do not have green hair right now, and that fictotype is not my entire identity. A fictive is more like “hi I’m Harry Potter and I live here now, in your body, with you”. That would be his entire identity: he is Harry Potter.

Factives are close to that, but real people that do or have existed on Earth. That’s like “hi I’m Shakespeare and I live here now”. It’s possible to have system members that are neither. That’s chill.

Supposedly, multiple systems can be both trauma-born and not-trauma-born. The latter is usually called endogenic, I think. DID/OSDD are two disorders that cause multiplicity, but as far as I know they are not the only ways to have multiplicity. You can soulbond and things, which is like the copinglink for multiplicity as in you bring someone in voluntarily. (Tulpas are also a multiplicity thing.)

Part Two: How Do I Deal With Maybe Being Otherkin Without Just Screaming Into The Void

First things first. My way is not the only way to do it. It is one method, but it tends to work for lots of people so here’s the method I know. It’s chill to ask around and figure out what others do, and then find the method that works for you.

Second things second. Do not ask a pendulum or divination blog to kinfirm something. It is a terrible method. You can divine yourself, but do not ask anyone online. Nobody’s divination is always right, and when you’re doing it online, the chance of being right drops exponentially. Bad method, 0/10 do not recommend. (You can totally divine for yourself, though. My tarot deck is particularly sassy about my own god complex from kinfeels.)

And the actual method.

1. Go create a sideblog. Name it whatever, find a nice theme you like. Make sure it is readable and not just pretty.

2. Make a tags page. I suggest doing this over a couple of days, because you are going to forget what tags you need. You want to sort between ‘angry vagueing about nothing making sense’ from ‘feels related to this’.

3. Document EVERYTHING EVER. If you think it is kin related, write that down. If you have vague memories of something, write that down too. Tag it appropriately, if only so you can find it later. (’tag later’ is a good tag if you’re on the go and know you’ll forget if you don’t write it down now.)

What I also do is fill this blog specifically with images that resonate with me. I use a queue and tagging system for this. (White blossoms is the tag for gentle TLW things; whereas black blossoms is General Edge(TM).) You should put images that resonate with you in a Particularly Kin Way on that blog. If it’s art or anything, remember to source it, though. Reblog, don’t repost. 

Also, if you’re into requesting things from kin blogs like stimboards or aesthetics, have a reqs tag for them! Keeps it all in one place and you know where you got them from. I like JUST put in mine and I am angry I didn’t do it before.

Then, self introspection. You need to ask why on everything ever. Question things. Do you do insertthinghere because your parents said so, or does it seem like you just have to? 

If questioning feels very upsetting or uncomfortable, stop for the day. I don’t recommend any more than an hour and half in one go. Your brain will confirm things that aren’t true in order to work with you. (Confirmation bias, I think it’s called.) Keep the questioning to short bursts, even if you’re on a roll.

If you must go longer, document document DOCUMENT. Writing things down makes them clearer, and halfway through writing you’ll go “oh shit that’s why that happens”.

It’s okay if your writing is messy or only makes sense to you. This is all your own, and how you go about it is entirely your decision. 

Questioning should take you weeks or months. There are a few outliers who can kinfirm something in two days and be right, but let’s be honest here: nobody likes them because we all envy them and want to be them, so we don’t like them. All jokes aside, keep it to a pace you can handle and don’t bite off more than you can chew.

Got all that? Good. Now do a shit ton of research. If you’re questioning, say, harpykin, chase links across Wikipedia and read everything you can get your hands on about harpies. You might come across something else that’s close to it: off the top of my head, the Maximum Ride series, for example, is close-ish to harpies. Check that out too, but if it doesn’t resonate, don’t push it. If it ain’t a thing and you know it isn’t, don’t bother with it, it’ll get you nowhere.

Ask around! Don’t be afraid to ask someone “hey do you think this could happen?” Nobody’s input is the end all be all, but if they’re someone you think is educated on the matter, take it into consideration. (You would not believe how much of an idiot I felt like while doing research on demonology and a friend pointed out that Christianity is not the only religion with demons. It’s obvious, but never occurred to me. You will get that feeling at some point. Happens to the best of us.)

Lastly, go at your own pace. And if you have done all of this, it will be several months from now. Go back and look at your oldest kin documents. You will understand it all so much better, and you’ll mentally high-five your past self for knowing so little, but being so full of hope anyway.

Of course, if after all of this someone tries to invalidate you, it won’t work. You’ll have done the research, the self introspection, the grueling grind of “why why why?”. They can’t tell you the sky is red if you’re not colourblind. If they try to grill you for your information, you can point them nicely towards your probably-a-trainwreck of a sideblog and they will see your documented adventure of ‘what am I?’. And then they will stop talking, because you have proven that you know what’s up.

And as the very last piece of advice? You will be wrong. And there is absolutely nothing wrong with that. You can be questioning. You can say “I don’t fucking know!!”. You are allowed to have bumps and wrong turns in your journey. They will happen. It’s okay. Take a deep breath, see where you might have made a mistake, write that down, and keep going. Progress is progress. You’ll figure it out eventually, no need to know it all right this very minute.

I hope this helps, little anon! This is how I came to find out I was- and I’m not done yet, either. I have some oceanic kinfeels that I know exist but don’t know what they are: fuckers better show themselves to me soon because I’m onto them. Who knows where that adventure will take me.

[buttercream-me-up]

Pregnancy Scare {Part 3} // Maynard Brothers

Word Count- 996

Summary- A few weeks after you’ve had sex, your periods late and you feel sick. You get a bit worried, so you ask your best friend to get you a test.

Warnings; Swear words, slight mention of sex & Pregnancy scare (shrugs)

A/n; 3 posts today.. enjoy! I’m not sorry about it. I’ll probably post a new set of prompts as well today, as I’m almost through with all my requests (finally..)!

Requested; Kinda?

req; maybe for the next part, she’s so upset that she goes out drinking on her own, as her brothers are against her, she makes herself look decent before going out, at the club joe bumps into her and takes her back to his, she admits to him that she had a pregnancy scare and her brothers think she is pregnant, she falls asleep and joe calls her brothers, she tells them she’s not pregnant, jack asks who she slept with but she says that he never took advantage of her and he was just a close friend. (CONTINUED)

PART 1 PART 2 

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The next morning, you awoke to the blinding light of the sun peering in through the window. “Ugh.” You groaned, sitting up on the.. Couch? You didn’t recognize your surroundings, and instantly panicked. What happened last night? You glanced around frantically, and breathed a sigh of relief as you saw a ‘Joe and Caspar Hit the Road’ dvd case on display on the bookshelf.

You recognized the flat now; it belonged to none other than Joe’s flat. Joe came in almost instantly, probably hearing you from the kitchen, where he previously was cooking. “Good to see you're awake.” Joe said, handing you some pills for your pounding head and some water to down it with. You gladly accepted, taking it immediately. You slowly began to feel relief, and sighed contently.

After Joe standing there, as if waiting for something, you chose to speak. “What happened last night?” You asked, rubbing your head and sitting up. “You don't remember?” Joe asked, frowning. “No?” You replied, furrowing your brows. “Should I?” “Suppose you were pretty drunk last night. Shouldn't be surprised.” Joe muttered, mainly to himself. You waited patiently for him to continue.

“Y/N, last night I found you, completely wasted in a bar. You were dancing with a very bad man and I took you home. You told me all about your..” he trailed off, looking unsure. “My what?” You asked, unable to put together the pieces. “Your pregnancy scare, and how you brothers didn't react the way you wanted.” He finished, shifting uncomfortably.

You tensed. Everything came back as he spoke, you remembered the fight with your brothers, the test, Josh, and drinking way more than you should’ve. “Fuck.” You cursed, sighing. “I called Conor and Jack.” Joe spoke, making you whip around and look at him. “You what?!” You said, standing up, worriedly. “Y/N, they were worried about you.” He said, trying to reason with you. You wouldn’t have any of it.

“But that’s not your call Joe! Maybe I don’t want to be found! I don’t want to see them!” You screamed, tears running down your cheeks. “Y/N, calm down. You know you want to. You’re scared they don’t want to see you.” You sucked in a deep breath at his words; he was right, and you both knew it. “What if they don’t?” You asked, your voice cracking.

“Well, they’re coming over now. If it doesn’t go well, you can stay here for a bit, yeah? Byron’s out of town; I’m sure he wouldn’t mind you staying in his room. And yes, I’ll change his sheets.” Joe said, making you chuckle slightly. “Thanks Joe.” You sniffled, cleaning yourself up and forcing the tears to stop. Joe nodded, leaving the room and going to make some food. You looked around, finding your phone plugged in next to the couch. Sighing, you unplugged it and saw a wave of texts, calls, and even emails from your brothers.

After scrolling through a few, a knock was heard at the door. “Y/N, can you get it?” Joe called, and sighing, you called back a short “Yeah”. Opening the door slowly, you were met with the faces of your twin brother and your older brother. “Y/N..” Conor said, voice cracking. You looked down, and instantly almost flew back when you felt one of the boys launch himself at you, pulling you into a hug. Jack.

“I’m so so so sorry, Y/N.” Jack whispered, holding you close. Conor joined in, walking to your back side and squishing you between both brothers in a hug. “Me too, Y/N. We’re really shitty brothers; and idiots, who apparently know nothing about reading pregnancy tests.” Conor added, making you chuckle, and the boys join in, relieved. “You really are. Idiots, I mean.” You whispered, pulling apart. “We know.” The boys said, in sync.

“Don’t ever do that again.” You joked, moving so they could enter Joe’s flat. They did, laughing slightly. The three of you awkwardly sat on the couch, quietly. “Y/N, can you tell us what really happened? Just so we understand.” Jack said, nervously. “If you’re comfortable.” Conor added, sending Jack a glare. “I thought you knew how babies were made, Jack.” You said, rolling your eyes.

Both brothers gave you a ‘warning’ glance, and you sighed, going into details about the events of the night. Got drunk, had sex, late period, basically. The boys listened intently, and both seemed to have a question. “Yes?” You asked, curiously. Both glanced at each other, asking if they’d be the one to ask the question. “You’re making me nervous.” You said, uncomfortably shifting.

“So, uh, who was the ‘lucky’ guy?” Jack blurted, and both you and Conor gave him a look. “Sorry, poor choice of words.” He said, cowering back into the couch. “Who’s the guy who took advantage of my twin sister and I have to beat up?” He corrected, still earning a look from the other Maynards. “What?” He asked, innocently. “That was no better, bro.” Conor said, facepalming.

“Well, for one, it’s none of you business.” You said, getting defensive. “Some things are personal, Jack. You too, Conor. You don’t see me asking which girls you slept with, do you?” You asked, and they both remained quiet, heads hanging. “Besides, it was with a close friend; not some stranger. And it was consensual sex.” You said, clearing your throat.

“You’re right, Y/N. It’s not our place to ask. We just worry about you.” Conor said, rubbing your back lightly. “Why wouldn’t we? We have a smokin’ hot sister, who wouldn’t want to-” Jack started, but you and Conor, and Joe- who just awkwardly walked in and froze and the sentence, everyone was quiet. “Jack, just shut up, mate.” Joe said, retreating back to the kitchen hurriedly. You all laughed, shaking your head. Your brothers may be possessive and overprotective, but regardless, you loved them, and wouldn’t have it any other way.

[buttercream-me-up]

Straightforward {Part 2} // Byron Langley

Word Count- 1343

Summary- You’re a very outgoing, flirtatious girl who goes on a date with a shy, awkward, yet mysteriously adorable Byron. 

Warnings; Bad/swearish words? (Like 1)

A/n; I didn’t like how the first one turned out, but apparently someone did a lot because they wanted a part 2. I like this one more than the other, but not sure if I like it. Oh well, I hope you guys do.

Requested; Yes, enjoy x

req; OMG PLEASE DO A PART TWO OF STRAIGHTFORWARD IT WAS INSANELY GOOD! Literally i relate to her attitude

FIND PART 1 HERE

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You woke up early the next morning, a smile etched on your face as you remembered what day it was. You had a date with the shy yet mysterious Byron Langley. To say you were looking forward to it was an understatement. You looked at the time; 10am. You had plenty of time; he was coming for 2pm.

You got up and made some breakfast; a simple omelet and some orange juice. You ate quickly, cleaning up the dishes and putting them away. 10:45. Not bad. You went straight back to your room to start getting ready. You first went to shower. You washed your hair and body, taking your time and enjoying your shower.

You stepped out, drying your body and hair. You blow dried your hair, leaving it in it’s natural waves for the moment as you left the bathroom, wrapped in a towel (because your roommate was here somewhere), and made your way back to the bedroom.

You brought your curling iron into the bedroom, and stationed yourself at your vanity. You worked your magic, curling the strands delicately. You took your time with this; you were very picky about your hair, and you liked it to be perfect. Once you finished, you took two strands (One from each side), pulling them back and pinning them to the back of your head. Satisfied, you nodded at yourself.

Next was makeup; you dreaded it. It took so long; who has time for that shit? Well, you did, apparently, because you had another 2 hours to kill before Byron arrived. It wasn’t that you weren’t confident in yourself; you were beyond happy with how you looked and felt. Makeup was just something that gave you that extra boost of confidence (which you really didn’t need, it was just an excuse you made up to put makeup on.)

You smiled at yourself when finished, happy with your work, and moved on your closet. You wanted to look hot; but not so much that you looked slutty. After about 20 minutes of sorting through various outfits that you deemed “not hot enough” or “too slutty”, you finally decided on a red high-waisted mini skirt and a plain white cotton t-shirt. You tucked the shirt into your skirt just to your liking, and moved in front of your full length mirror. Damn, you looked hot.

Your phone buzzed, and you picked it up almost immediately. ‘Byron: I’ll be there in 5.’ Perfect. ‘You: Sounds great. I’ll be waiting, cutie.’ You replied, chuckling at the pet name. Pet names before the first date? Out of everyone you knew, you were the only one who’d do something like that. Oh well, you didn’t care.

You heard a knocking on the door, and excitedly opened the door, a smirk present on your face. “Damn, I knew you were good looking on normal days, but wow. You look really good.” You said shamelessly, looking Byron up and down. He blushed. “I’m pretty sure I’m supposed to say that to you.” He chuckled, trying to brush off his burning cheeks. “Don’t be embarrassed, hun. You look adorable; It suits you.” You said, smiling as if you were talking normally. He went to answer, but was left speechless.

“Now, let’s go, shall we?” You said, hooking your arm in his. He nodded, and you closed the door behind you, following him to his car. “So, where are we going?” You asked, curiously. “You’ll see.” Byron answered, vaguely. He sent a smirk your way. You pouted. “But I wanna know!” You whined, probably sounding childish. Oh, who were you kidding. You really couldn’t care less; you wanted to know.

“Be patient, Y/N.” Byron chuckled, eyes on the road as he drove. You arrived finally, after constant begging to tell where your destination was, and constant denial, you were here. “Finally! We’re here!” You said, jumping out of the car and scanning the unfamiliar surroundings. You recognized a few areas on the drive, but you’d never been to this part of the city. “Byron, where is here?” You asked, tilting your head in confusion. “We’re still in London, don’t worry. I didn’t take you to Narnia.” Byron said, rolling his eyes. “Can you?!” You asked, sarcastically. He shook his head, and gestured for you to follow him into the restaurant.

“A buddy of mine told me about this place; I’ve been here a few times before, I think you’ll like it.” Byron said, smiling as he held open the door for you. “Wow. First you take me out to a restaurant in the shady area of London, and now you’re being too polite. What’s next, murdering me at dinner?” You asked, winking at him. “Nope. Not until dessert.” He shot back, and you gasped. “You actually talk!” You said, excitedly. He was obviously more comfortable with you now, especially knowing you weren’t flirting with Conor or Jack right in his face.

“What a surprise, isn’t it?” He said, sarcastically as he told the greeter the name for the reservation and whatnot. Next thing you knew, you were sat at the table, already having received drinks and placed orders. “So, Byron, besides being an incredibly sexy beast, what do you like to do in your free time?” You asked, though you had a vague idea already. He nearly spit out his drink, choking slightly before swallowing the liquid in his mouth. “You really don’t have a filter, do you you?” “Not really.” you shrugged. “Well, I like to play instruments. Joe and I are making a band, and..” He started, and you listened intently as he rambled a bit about his passions.

The date flew by faster than the blink of an eye. It was spent with you sending flirty comments towards Byron, and him blushing or answering with smug ones right back. He was still a complete mystery to you. You’d learned a bunch of facts about him; but still, he was like a puzzle with missing pieces. You had most of the information, but you couldn’t fill in the holes without everything.

Now, you’d made it your missing to fill in these blanks of Byron’s life. Even if it took years, (you definitely didn’t disregard the thought of being with him for enough years to finish the puzzle), you were going to learn anything and everything about this boy. Even if it was the death of you. “I had a great time tonight, Byron. And you know, I wouldn’t have said that if I didn’t mean it.” You said, as you two exited the restaurant.

“I had a great time as well, Y/N. Thank you.” “Thank me? I should be thanking you! I would’ve never dared to come to this part of town before, but this restaurant was amazing and I have never been more intrigued by a guy after a single date than I am by you.” “Is that a good thing?” He asked, cocking a brow. “Let’s find out.” You said, cheekily, reaching up and placing a kiss to his lips, and climbing into the car before he could react.

He shook his head at your behavior, but had a huge smile on his face. You two were absolute polar opposites; but both of you would be lying if you said it didn’t find it extremely exciting and exhilarating than your normal dates. Usually, you’d go for a bit more open guys, ones to match your personality; but you’d learn everything about eachother so fast and got bored easily. Usually, Byron would go for shy girls, to match his personality; but they never got anywhere, both too shy to open up to the other.

For once in your life, you actually used something you learned in school; opposites attract. Byron may be shy, and you may be straightforward, but you both balanced each other out. You couldn’t see yourself getting bored of him any time soon, you wanted to learn every last piece of his puzzle. You were excited to uncover the mystery that was Byron Langley.