#I’m a brunette lololol

[michi-chelle]

this scene hits different right after rei’s route 🥲

[i-love-ptv]

You Know Me..𐙚⭑

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Based on the prompt: “no, i’m not going to give you a bite because i know you’re not going to like it. then you’re going to ask me how the hell i like it, and i don’t want to listen to that right now.”

Wc: 915

No warnings! Just fluff tbh! :]

An: This is a random blurb I made today at 6am lololol

buttttt NEW CHARACTER UNLOCKED!!! It’s fall, and i’m missing stranger things rn 😣

ALSO!! I don’t know who made the prompt, since I got it from Pinterest, but if y’all know, tell me!!

Not proofread, i’m tired

feedback is ALWAYS appreciated mls <333

You truly think that you’re being discreet. Taking subtle glances at your boyfriend, and more specifically, what he’s eating.

Steve’s mom has this special tuna casserole recipe, and she made it on the off-chance she’s actually home.

Just looking at it makes your stomach turn a bit, it takes you back to the dinner you had at Steve’s house when he first introduced you to his parents.

You can’t remember what his mother made, but what you do remember is how after Steve dropped you off at your house with a kiss, you were in and out of the bathroom all night.

You blame it on the fact that you may have a sensitive stomach, it’s not uncommon!

But, a part of you felt bad, she put her time and effort into making a meal for you. She doesn’t even really do that for Steve himself.

So you couldn’t just reject it, besides, your mother always told you to ‘try everything first!’.

So now, that’s exactly what you were going to do.

Steve had only come back to your shared home with one plate, so you had to think strategically.

Maybe you could distract him, tell him something’s wrong with the bathroom sink. Yeah! That’ll work!

“No, I’m not going to give you a bite because I know you’re not going to like it. Then you’re going to ask me how the hell I like it, and I don’t want to listen to that right now.” Steve’s sentence catches you off guard.

You whip your head towards him, staring at him like a deer in headlights.

“..What do’ya mean, honey?”

“No, don’t give me that look. Baby, I know you, and I know you aren’t the biggest fan of my mom’s cooking. I’m not either.”

You jump up at this, nearly falling off the couch, which makes Steve grab your waist with his free hand. He tries to get you to sit back down, rather than kneel on the couch.

“What? I love your mom’s food!” You practically yelled, your voice picking up in pitch.

Steve gives you a look, in both disbelief and amusement.

“Sweetheart, you don’t have to lie to me. D’you remember the 4th of July?”

You cringe at the memory of that day.

Steve’s family, meaning his parents, two aunts, an uncle, his grand-parents, and like four cousins - two of which, were kids - had came together for the 4th of July.

Steve, of course, invited you. He figured it would be better for him to bring you so you could meet his family, and so that he didn’t have to be alone.

The company was great, you loved talking and getting to know everyone, especially his grandmother.

But when it was time to eat, you were a bit….Hesitant, to say the least.

Steve’s dad worked the grill, and to be honest, you didn’t think it was going to be all that good, but it was!

But your dinner was spoiled by Steve’s mom’s watery macaroni and cheese, her oddly sweet potato salad, and her rock-hard rolls of bread.

But you refused to cause a scene, so you shoved all your thoughts down, and ate.

…Which resulted in you barking at Steve, telling him to drive home faster so you could use the bathroom.

You shiver at the thought of how you spent the rest of the night, in and out of the bathroom.

“Yeah, but, I think it was cause I ate too much!” You stammer, before continuing. “I’m all good now, though! Let me try some!”

You try to reach over to the plate, which is being tilted away from you by Steve’s right hand.

Your hands are resting on the brunette’s shoulders, while your body leans in the direction of the food.

“Baby, please. You don’t have to eat my mom’s cooking, I know it’s not good. Please save us both the trouble.” Steve sighs, you know he’s not mad at you.

He’s actually anything but.

He admires how you’re pushing down your feelings, only to uplift his and his mother’s. But he doesn’t want you to think that you’re required to do so.

After another 5-ish minutes of you blabbering on about how you ‘want to try her hard work’ and Steve arguing back, you slouch back onto the couch with a huff.

“I know y’wanna be nice, baby. But you don’t have to.” Steve softy coos, while rubbing your stomach.

“I know I don’t have to, but I want to Steve.”

Steve hums at you, and moves your legs from his lap as he stands up.

You track his body, as he walks into the kitchen, scrapes his plate, then sits it in the sink.

Steve goes back to the couch, picks you up, and then lays you on top of him once he’s comfortable laying down. He puts a blanket onto the two of you, and then rubs your back.

Steve leaves a firm, but sweet kiss on your forehead. “My sweet girl, always so nice to everyone, huh?”

You giggle softly, your eyes growing heavy at the feeling of him drawing shapes on your back.

The last thing you remember is him briefly reaching over you, and using the tv remote to turn down the volume.

Steve doesn’t know how he got so lucky with you, but he’ll spend the rest of his life thanking any, and every god for you.

And you’ll never be able to lie to him.

Cause he knows you.

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[stars-over-ice-cream]

hello and happy holidays!!! my secret santa was (surprise surprise lmao) @klance-daydreams :)) kd i hope you're having a great time and that you enjoy reading my fic lololol this was so much fun it even has two parts!! ty for organisning this <3

part one | part two

For the record, Lance blames this entire situation on Keith. After all, it’s his fault that Lance’s tongue is positively burned to a crisp, and it’s his fault that around fifteen cups of hot chocolate are missing from the kitchen.

“You need to take a course for damage control,” Pidge mutters, handing him a mop. Lance stares at it, shuddering.

“Pidge. Please, don’t make me go out there.”

“Hunk’s an angel, I’m busy taking inventory, and no one else is here right now,” they count off their fingers.

“I’m an angel too and you know it,” Lance mutters.

“You burn kitchens. The only thing Hunk burns is a crème brûlée.”

Lance ignores the urge to fangirl over Hunk’s cooking—there are more pressing matters at stake, believe it or not, like who should be the one to face the chocolate war zone outside.

“What about Keith?” he asks. “He’d love to be sacrificed.”

“What if you two went out together?" Hunk proposes, clasping both his hands together.

Lance almost short-circuits, replying in what feels like a delayed reaction. "Ew!"

His voice comes out high-pitched and wavering. He’s all for blaming this on the mess outside, it’s probably making his brain lag more than usual.

“What?” Hunk asks innocently. “What I meant is, uh, you two would be very efficient cleaners out on the battlefield. Not as in went out, like, on a date. Obviously.”

Lance doesn't like that look in his eyes.

"I'm revoking your access to my Netflix," he threatens, as Keith’s voice just so happens to echo through the kitchen doorway.

“Lance, if you’re blaming me for your pathetic heat tolerance, I don’t want to hear it.”

“Speak of the devil." The brunette rolls his eyes as a slightly miffed Keith swings the door open.

Despite being inside for at least an hour, his nose is still red from the below freezing temperatures outside, and his whole face actually seems slightly flushed, the more Lance thinks about it. A scarf dangles from his shoulders like an afterthought.

Lance raises his eyebrows. “Shouldn’t you have taken that off, like, last century?”

It’s a low blow, but Keith set the bar when he decided to—what was it again?—oh, yeah. Chug three boiling hot chocolates in the span of two minutes. Then, with a stupidly pretty grin that Lance couldn’t say no to and eyes that seemed tipsy, challenge him to do the same. And because he’s such a trendsetter, which is a given, at least four other groups try the same task.

The result?

Altea Cafe, trashed. Hot beverages spilled on the floor, tables, even on the walls. Someone had the nerve to call it abstract art, as if they were doing Lance and his lot a favour.

“Very funny," Keith says.

“I do that sometimes.”

Giving him a signature scowl, Keith turns to Hunk and Pidge with a considerably nicer look on his face. “For the record, I’m sorry for the mess.”

“What?” Lance says. He does his best to ignore the curiously smug look on Pidge’s face—he knows that his mouth has been talking nonstop around Keith, but it doesn’t mean anything. Or at least nothing that Pidge and Hunk keep insinuating.

Keith stares at the blue-eyed boy, deadpan. “For the record, I’m sorry for the mess. I know an otorhinolaryngologist, if you want.”

Smartass.

Lance can’t deny that long words suit him, though. It just fits with the three piercings on his ears, the quick quips of his tongue, the sharp cut of his jaw. Long words are Keith’s thing, Lance decides. And it’s not because it makes his throat a little dry.

“Grab a mop and start cleaning, if you’re so sorry,” he says, suddenly fully aware that he’s probably been staring. Chucking an old mop over, it lands a metre from Keith’s feet.

“Impressive,” Keith says, sarcasm dripping off his tongue.

“As if you can say much!” Lance snaps. “Last time I checked, the mess outside is all because of you, so.”

Unaffected, Keith says flatly, “You were the one who dropped at least three cups from ‘adrenaline,’ and then proceeded to—”

“Nope! Sorry, I’m not fluent in lies and slander.”

Pidge snickers, exchanging looks with Hunk, who in turn clears his throat.

"Maybe you two would like taking this outside?" he offers, and if Lance hadn't known him for three years, he would've thought that Hunk was trying to be genuinely helpful.

Alas, he's actually playing the matchmaker card.

"No thanks," Lance says through gritted teeth. The last thing he needs is for his frankly embarrassing attempt at sweeping under tables to be seen by, well, him.

Him, at this moment, is a pain in the ass. But other times—when he’s not spouting libel against Lance like it’s his job—he can actually be quite nice. And pretty. And funny. And kind of hot.

Lance could go on about him for a while, really. It's a scientifically proven fact. Hunk once recorded a fifty minute swoon session for Lance so that he could realise just how far gone he is.

“Whipped,” Pidge snorted after Hunk texted them about it.

So, yeah. The severity of Lance’s romantic attraction is well known in his friend group, and yet he’s still subjected to knowing looks and waggling  eyebrows with no mercy.

It’s honestly ridiculous! One day, Lance is going to explode with embarrassment. How much can a guy take? High doses of Keith Kogane—aforementioned pain in the ass—and relentless teasing have probably been proven fatal, after all. It's a lethal combination.

Lance would know, seeing as sometimes, it actually does feel like he's fighting for his life. Even though he’s come to the conclusion that if he ignores Keith for long enough the crush will magically disappear. Despite what his friends think, it is a phase. Just like his thankfully short soft spot for Nyma, or Allura.

He just has to get over himself.

Interrupting his thoughts, Pidge says, "Lance, you must've got Keith really worked up if he's taken his hands out of his pockets."

"Hm?" he asks, neck craning to see the ever rare phenomenon.

"—anyways, all I'm saying is, if you weren't so loud about it, no one would've heard about the challenge, right?" Keith's saying to Hunk, hands widely gesturing.

Lance doesn’t find it cute. At all. But that's where he and Pidge disagree.

“Dude, you’re staring,” they mock whisper.

“No I’m not!” Lance shoots back, heated. Just to give himself something to do, he pulls himself up onto the counter.

Keith seems to have finished his recounting of the hot chocolate challenge, and he turns to Lance, eyes piercing, locking onto him with absolutely no precision—almost dazed, blurred. They’re so bright yet dark at the same time, nothing like what Lance has seen before, and the realness of the moment catches up to him in a heartbeat.

His throat is giving up on him, Lance is pretty sure. Go figure.

“What did I do now?” he asks defensively, forever on autopilot, preparing for another verbal jab. “Did I, like,—”

And that’s when it happens.

The voice crack.

Lance cringes so bad he nearly falls off the counter. He said goodbye, hell, he yelled goodbye to voice cracks in middle school. Hunk stifles a laugh, turning around to the cupboard, and Pidge closes their eyes, sighing as if to say you’re fucking kidding me.

And Keith?

He snorts, staring at Lance’s truly and deservedly red face, and starts giggling. Throwing his head back and laughing, the scarf almost unwinding  itself from him because he’s shaking that much.

What the fuck.

Keith turns around to face Hunk as if to say, you heard that too, right?, and the few seconds of silence dissolves into what Lance would officially clarify as hysterics. Great, lovely, absolutely perfect! At this rate, he’s going to have to give him back to Shiro with a no return policy: Lance cannot, and will not, look Keith in the eye again. Ever.

It’s a matter of respect and dignity, and Lance really doesn’t appreciate the Pidge inside his head doubting the fact that he has any left. Whatever. This entire day has been a shitstorm, and if he even glanced at the cafe it would only be physical evidence of that.  

But the worst part?

Mortifying as it is, Lance can’t find it in himself to look away from Keith’s face. The kitchen’s overhead lights catch a glint in his eyes, and all of a sudden Lance deems his laugh the best sound he’s ever heard, even if it’s an outcome from possibly the most embarrassing moment of his life.

As the seconds wear on, Keith’s laughter doesn’t really subside (which is a pro and con for Lance, the more he thinks about it) and soon he’s wheezing, doubled over. Honestly, it’s a wonder he hasn’t collapsed yet. Pidge has their phone whipped out—who needs paparazzi when you’ve got a gremlin with a penchant for blackmail?—and Hunk is batting his eyes at Lance, gesturing at his cheekbones, mockingly swooning.

“Shut up,” Lance would’ve hissed, if it weren’t for the fact that he doesn’t trust his own tongue anymore.

“It’s official,” Pidge says. “You’re a safety hazard. Look at Keith, Lance—” Lance wants to cry, that’s literally all he’s been doing—“you’ve broken him.”

“I think you should do something,” Hunk suggests. “To make up for his… malfunction.”

“I’ll apologise to Shiro when he comes around,” Lance replies, wondering if he should text him in advance. It might cause a little bit of whiplash, after all.

“Uh, no,” Hunk says, affronted. “You should make it up to Keith.”

“Maybe us, too,” Pidge says wryly, “we deserve financial compensation for listening to that voice crack.” Lance scoffs. “But seriously, Keith.”

“You guys are making this into such a big deal,” Lance says. “I didn’t even do anything!”

His two apparent ‘best friends’ give each other a Look, and it’s almost like clockwork, the way they subtly try to leave.

“Would you look at that?” Pidge yawns, staring at their watch. “God, I forgot. Me and Matt have to get dinner ready. Oops.”

“It’s four in the fucking afternoon, Pidge.”

“Dinner takes a lot of time to prepare, Lance,” Hunk reasons. Traitor. “And I have a date with Shay, too. Guess I’ve gotta go.”

“Guys, please,” Lance almost begs, “I can’t be alone with Keith! Not when he looks drunk off his ass!”

“I wouldn’t be surprised if he is,” Pidge mutters. “It’s, like, the only cure for crushing. Not that I would know.”

“What?”

That’s the second time—nope, scratch that, third time—today that Lance has nearly lost it. What do they mean, ‘only cure for crushing’? Is that the Pidge way of letting Lance know his crush on Keith is, well, unrequited? That he’s in love with someone else?

Christ. Well. Thanks, Pidge.

The door slams behind the two, a quick and cheery ‘bye!’ being Lance's only answer to the question.

He turns to Keith out of pure confusion, only to find the raven head slumped against one of the counters, sitting on the floor with his eyes closed.

Yeah, hands down, this is the weirdest day of Lance’s fucking life.

Keith hums, and Lance wonders whether he’s actually drunk—that would explain a lot, like his flushed face and skewed behaviour.

He doesn't really know what to say. Or do. It's awkward, and the silence only paves way for what Pidge said: it's, like, the only cure for crushing.

"Hi," Lance says, because if he thinks about it too much he will probably start crying, the tightness of his throat tells him that much. Hopefully he'll be blessed with Keith saying something dumb instead as a distraction.

"God, I sound like a loser," Lance mutters after a few moments of no reply. "What say you, Kogane?"

Nothing.

"You're dry as fuck."

Rinse and repeat.

"Practically burnt toast."

Once more with feeling, he supposes.

"But Keith, the thing is, expired bread grows mould, not ugly mullets."

The asshole doesn't stir at all—and no, Lance definitely isn't upset about it. He just thinks that it's too smart a line to be wasted on an unconscious Keith.

It's stupid that he's getting ghosted by him in real life. Embarrassingly stupid.

So, like a good Gen Z, he gets out his phone.

part one | part two

[narrators-journal]

Hiiii me again. Gonna yoink a lil sign thing at this point.

I actually want you to pick the kinktober prompt. We've been asking you to do themes, but I wanna see one u want with my blorbos, so. Any number, yandere akechi, with maybe yandere joker.

🐦‍⬛(this looks like a crow for me)

This one was another one that I flip flopped on. There’ve been a few kinks on this list that I wanted to try, like used panties, sensory play, and crossdressing so I picked a FEW prompts here lololol. But, for this one, I ended up struggling to capture the yandere energy u requested, so I had to widdle down which ones I really wanted to try. Which, I hope didn’t negatively impact this little ditty at all, bc I think I did pretty well with some light experimentation and variety again lmao. I also decided to swap the yandere focus here, tho whether Akechi is one too, is up to the reader. I hope you enjoy! Thanks for asking so much, btw, I’m glad you like my works so much.

Kinktober prompt list: Here

Kinktober masterlist: Here

CW: Voyeurism, stripping, and temperature play are the more overt kinks here. Masturbation is the main bit of spice here, Yandere behaviors as well, tho only stalking mostly. No direct violence this time.

The cold bit at Akira’s fair skin like a dozen needles while he sat under the shadowy cover of one of the trees in Goro Akechi’s sideyard. But, he bit down the powerful shivers that may have shaken the branch he perched on and simply watched the shadowy bedroom through the window he’d found. Until the light of the detective prince’s bedroom flick on so that the brunette could see go about his usual routine.

Okay, so it’s nine o’ clock now, and his nightly shower should be done within the hour. With any luck he’ll be asleep by midni- oh? The stalker’s thoughts about slammed to a halt midway. Because, as he thought them, Goro Akechi stepped into the view of his window. The only window that didn’t have the curtains pulled shut to keep the bitter cold that attacked Akira out. Wait...so, does he know I’m out here? I knew it was odd that only one of his windows didn’t have the blinds down… The ravenette thought with a bit of a grimace, even though the possibility already had his cock pressed to the fabric of his pants.

Though, Akechi didn’t do much, even as he stood within his line of sight. He cleaned the dirt out from under his nails, examined them for any signs of blood, and began to empty his pockets to prepare for his shower. Not a glance nor a smirk tossed out to the phantom thief that sat out in the cold with his pants now undone and his semi-hard cock in his palm. Meanwhile, the dark-haired stalker mused, Surely he doesn’t know. I mean, he’s a cop, he wouldn’t let me just stalk him, would he? He’d frame me for something to get rid of me. To himself, even as he began to slowly stroke himself just to keep his dick warm, some spit applied so that the friction was a bit smoother.

Yet, with each loosened button of the detective’s crisp, white shirt, Akira’s grip on himself grew tighter and his strokes a bit faster. The ease granted by his own spit swift to dissipate beneath the heat of his palm. Even if the winter air around him should’ve countered the warmth beneath his skin. But, even if it didn’t, the contrast of the cold air on his achey cock against the warmth of the rest of his body did something all on its own to the ravenette.

Which, mingled and mixed with the thrum of electricity that zipped into his veins when Akechi finally let the expensive button-up fall to the floor of his room. The detective’s well-muscled, lightly tanned chest exposed to the stalker as if to purposely feed into the fantasies that swirled through the ravenette’s head. Together, the two sensations seemed to co-conspire to draw out a lewd moan and give the phantom thief away to the brunette. Yet, that didn’t stop the show. Regardless of Akira’s state, Akechi continued to undress with the unzip of his pants and the slow, careful fiddling of the button of his pants.

Oh come on, how do you not know how to undo your own pants? Akira thought at the brunette while he watched him struggle so helplessly to get the metal button through the small opening. His hand’s steady strokes firm and slow as he waited, only sped up when the detective finally got his pants loose and let them slip ever so slightly down his hips to reveal the waistband of his boxers.

However, before he could drop them entirely like he had his shirt, Akechi must’ve remembered something, because he left the view of the window to head towards his closet with nothing for the eager ravenette to cling to but the few centimeters more of boxer that he could glimpse before his darling left his sight. And, for a long, painful moment, Akira feared that he’d opt to change out of sight so that the stalker would be stuck with a chilled hard-on and the flu. But, thankfully, Akechi did return, and while he was missing his pants, the ravenette could still milk his anticipation just a bit longer because his boxers were still on.

So, while he’d missed the slow reveal of his darling’s lightly scarred skin, he could still edge himself just a bit longer in the time it took for Akechi to talk on his phone. He could still take the time to study the subtle, mesmerizing curves of the muscles in his arms, or the many, many scars that the detective had earned from his job and his hobby. Or, maybe he could just admire the vague outline of his darling’s cock in the fabric of his cliché, boring ass blue boxers, the way that the breathable fabric hugged his asscheeks. All the while, his hand never stopped its movements.

It was almost enough to make Akira dizzy. The restless thrum of need, the tight squeeze of his fingers around his twitchy cock, the near sadistic chill that swept in to wash away whatever warmth his palm gave, it made the dark-haired phantom thief’s breath quicken like a dog’s. All while Akechi did little more than sway from foot to foot with his back to the stalker, completely oblivious to the man’s lewd game while he talked away on his cellphone.

God damn it, will you hang up already, motherfucker? Before I orgasm? Akira thought with a glare to the brunette. Who seemed to hear the impatient thought, because not a moment after he’d strung the words together, he did finally hang up the call and tossed his phone back towards his fancy bed. Once he had, his thumbs hooked into the elastic band of his boxers.

In that instant, Akira’s heart leapt into his throat. His hand forced to a stop so that he didn’t orgasm at something as slight as a mere inch more of Akechi’s flesh. That way, the stalker could thoroughly drink in the slow, teasing reveal of the man’s well-defined ass and the way that the fabric slid down the detective’s lightly tanned legs, even if that left his erection to freeze in the winter night. After that though, he let himself return to a slower pace with a gentler grip on himself. Something just firm enough to return some warmth to his twitching cock, but not enough for the sudden shift in temperature to instantly shove him over the edge before he even got a glimpse of Akechi’s dick.

Which, the detective, again, took his sweet time to reveal. Which, again, made the ravenette debate if his darling knew he was being watched, because it wasn’t normal for him to linger so long in front of an uncovered window without so much as turning around. Come on, please, please, please hurry up. I can’t wait much longer. Especially if you know I’m fucking out here, Akechi! The phantom thief plead, a small shiver seemingly a confirmation of that thought. Yet, this time, the brunette must’ve ignored his psychic signals, because all he seemed to do was fiddle with his shoulder-length hair or something that Akira couldn’t see on his face.

So, it wasn’t the view of his darling’s cock that shoved Akira over the edge, it was the continued tug-o-war between the temperature of his erection. The warmth of his strokes, then the sadism of the winter’s chill, then the returned salve of warmth on such tender, engorged flesh until the next tidal wave of heat to zip up his length was his orgasm instead of his hand.

While the dark-haired man managed to swallow down his moans, the sheer force of the release? The rush of oxytocin and seratonin that seemed to wash reality away? He had a harder time against that onslaught. So, when he came down from the high to find himself in the snow between the roots of the tree with Akechi giving him a smug wave and grin from his window, Akira wasn’t entirely surprised. Still gonna kill that bastard one of these days, though…

[filmaticbby]

Do you think arm hair is hot on women? I recently grew mine out after shaving it for years and I think it looks elegant. But it’s dark as I’m a brunette. Should I bleach it? (Your opinion matters)

i love arm hair it honestly depends on ur skin tone ... i like bleaching mine cause it makes me look more tan lololol esp in the summer . u can't go wrong either way all is hot

[dicapiito]

That latest episode of Warrior was so damn good.

Spoilers below

Chao was so damn awesome and smart to save the Brunette for more than just the right thing. A cop owing him a favor or three is going to work out for them. But also, those crackers really had it coming. Unfortunate for the youngest but he was definitely going to shoot them so ah well.

It was nice seeing the German dickshits get their just desserts since everyone can tell that poor kid didn’t steal anything and Ah Sahm not walking away hell yeah. ( I’m assuming they’re called Onions because crackers STINK. It was explained I’m sure but the fact they all needed bath baths stood out)

The German Lady …lololol well Young Jun needed that it seems.

I agree that Mai Ling just wants to rule it all and that’s not going to end well but let’s see how it goes

Father Jun and Ah Sahm having that talk was long overdue and loved seeing it ( May he survive because he’s pretty damn cool)

[chrisevansluv]

I highly doubt hair is as much of deal as y’all make it. I like blonde men does that mean I’m going to turn down a nice man with brown hair? No. It’s almost nauseating how obsessed some stans are with this? How old are some of you tho? This is literally how children/teens think.

Sorry for being so mean lololol

Other anons:

"To the people who are so obsessively fixated on stupid brown hair did he tell you himself that he would dump a girl or not pursue her if she doesn’t have brown hair? Did he tell you that he will only date women with brown hair?"

"I’m sorry but if people think Chris wouldn’t date a woman that has blonde or red hair because “hE sAiD hE lIkEs BrOwN hAiR” like a decade ago and dated some brunettes they’re probably 12 years old."

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I think the last anon sums up the whole "Only brunettes" discussion perfectly

[jaeyunluvs]

boat confessions - john booker routledge imagine

a/n: i wrote this imagine for my lovely friend @teeenidlee i hope you guys like it too!! this is kinda long tho be ready

unedited cause i wrote this in the middle of the night lmao

second note: i added a pick up line where a boy that i met at a trip used that to charm me, i hope he doesn’t see this but thank you babe!! thank you for helping to gain my confidence :) i really hope he doesn’t sees this if he does, i’ll die from embarrasment hsfhsdh

disclaimer: i don’t own the characters lololol ! english is not my first language, i may have mistakes! please let me know if do! :)

warnings: none i guess :) im a slut for fluff

gif credits: netflix - outer banks

You were going back. You were turning back to Outer Banks. You had to move because your parents were divorced. Your mom moved to California, which you had to move out with her, but your dad stayed in Outer Banks.

You haven't seen him in 7-8 years. It was so hard, but this year after school closed, you decided to visit your dad.

When you came to the Outer Banks, you saw your dad smiling. You smiled back with tears pooling in your eyes. He ran into you and hugged you so tightly.

"You're here now. Welcome back to your home." he said with emotion pouring in his eyes.

After going to home, you decided to call and go to her house to suprise your best friend/cousin Kiara to let her know that you were here.

"Hi Kie!"

"Whats up babe?"

"Okay so before you scream, guess where I am!" You said with excitement.

"OH MY DID YOU GO TO DISNEYLAND? Or wait are you in New York?" She asked completely clueless.

"No, but good guess." You said giggling.

"Wait, you aren't in Outer Banks right? I mean you haven't been here for what 8 years?" She scoffed.

There was an awkward silence before you couldn't hold yourself, because you were there and you were behind her.

"Look at your back." you smiled.

Kie screamed in the second she saw you, ran into your arms and hugged you so tightly.

"I missed you so much you little bastard." Kie claimed, almost crying. You guys were kooks, and you couldn't get along with other kooks. Since it was like that, you guys became so close.

"I missed you too, I can't believe I'm here. I'll be staying here for all summer." you cheered.

"YAY! Okay, so you have to meet my friends, they're pogues but they're literally the best people ever. And since you're here, I'll take you to Midsummers!" Kie explained.

"Kie, babe noo" you didn't wanna go but you saw Kie pouting and making the puppy dog eyes. You couldn't resist, so you accepted with a few curse words mumbled in your mouth.

Kie pulled you into her closet. You guys tried some clothes. Kie got a purple dress which she looked stunning. You were running out of options but then Kie gave you a white floral v-neck dress (a/n: i didn't know how to explain it sorry ajdhshsh)

"Holy shit! Y/N you look so hot! that's my cousin and best friend!" Kie hollered. You did indeed look so pretty like you always do. Kie and you somehow managed to do your guys make up with each other. The results were pretty good, Kie was so proud of herself.

When you arrived, Kie stood by your side but when she saw one of her friends, she went to go see him. You were so bored so you decided to go get some drinks.

John B, on the other hand was escorting Pope with JJ, but he was just watching people and thinking how hilarious kooks are. Fakeness and spoiledness was filling in the air. 

While he was looking in the crowd, waiting for his friends, he saw a cute girl filling a drink. He knew that she wasn’t from here because John B knew everyone here. She looked different from all the girls in the island. 

What are you thinking John B! Stop being like JJ, he’s just a tourist John B mumbled to himself. John B wasn’t the type of guy who would flirt or have a relationship with tourists, 

He watched you how your hair was blowing in the wind. He didn’t wanna believe but you really impressed him and he was going crazy. He wanted to talk to you but he immediately stopped. Maybe he could try to talk to you. But he thought you had a boyfriend. He continued watching you so long and he noticed that you were left alone. 

“Come on John B, go talk to her come on! Remember what JJ said. If JJ can do this every time, then I can do it too.” he thought to himself. And after waiting and motivating himself for 5 minutes, he did go to your side.

You were looking for Kie, but she was busy hanging out with a friend who was wearing overalls. It was clear that she was interesting in him so you didn’t wanna bother her but you were starting to get bored.

Just before you decide to move you saw a muscular brunette guy walking towards you. 

Holy shit, he looked so good. You didn’t remember that there were so good looking guys in Outer Banks. He smiled at you.

“How a beautiful girl like you are alone here?” He asked grinning but panicking inside ‘dammit john b what was that you’re gonna scare the girl” he muttered to himself.

You blushed and somehow heard what John B said. You were so shy that you couldn’t say anything.“Bravo, Y/N now he thinks you’re just a shy pathetic girl.” you thought to yourself. 

 John B decided to speak up, regretting his words, trying to fix it up.

“I’m John B by the way.” John B introduced himself, waiting for your response.

“I’m Y/N” you managed to say your name. 

“I’m guessing you’re not from here” He said trying to make a conversation. 

“Yes and no.” you smiled. “I was born here but when my parents got divorced, I had to go to California. I came back here for summer for the first time in 8 years.” 

“Wow, well, Y/N welcome to the Outer Banks. It’s very nice to see a beautiful girl like you here.” he said grinning and thinking what JJ had taught him.

You guys talked more about everything. Personal lives, interests, hobbies. You felt a deep connection with him and very happy. “Thank you for leaving me Kie” you thought to yourself.

John B was very contented by the conversation you guys had. You were the only girl after Kie who he felt the most close with. And with you, his feeling with Kie were slowly disappearing. You were becoming his next crush. Oh boy.

When you were talking your phone buzzed and saw a message from Dad saying that it was too late. You looked at the time. Wow it was 12.46 pm. 

“Wow it’s been 1-2 hours since we were talking. I-I uh I think I gotta go because my dad’s gonna be really mad at me and I-” You were interrupted by John B.

“Why are they gonna be mad at you? Because you’re cute?” He asked excitement filling in his eyes while looking at you.

You couldn’t move for a second and thought about the pick up line he used. You just stared at his eyes and smiled at the words. You said a quiet thank you. But your dad was just spamming you. So you decided to do one last thing. 

You kissed his cheek. It was so soft that you only liked him more. After kissing his cheek, you walked away without saying anything. 

John B was dumbfounded by your action and when you leave he shouted

“Am I gonna see you again?”

“Well, I hope so John B!” you said one last time and lost in crowds.

You and John B both felt so happy while going to home.

You saw Kie running to you. “YOU BASTARD I WAS LOOKING FOR YOU EVERYWHERE!” She shouted at you. She can get very serious sometimes but it was just a way to show that she cares. “We should go your dad and I are very worried about you.”

On the road, you told Kiara about the boy you met. You told her how you guys talked and connected, you kissed his cheek, usual girl stuff.

“I’m so happy for you!” What’s this flirty boy’s name?” Kie asked curiously, while drinking her water.

“His name is John B!” You said happiness filling your voice when your daydream was interrupted with Kie spitting water on your face. You yelled

“What the heck Kie???!” 

Kie tried to process what’s going on for a second. But John B wasn’t the type to flirt but every physical detail she told to her was describing John B. 

She decided to set them up. She texted JJ and Pope. “We have a work to do”.

John B, was smiling like an idiot. JJ noticed his excitement and asked it for a few times.

“John B, is there something you wanna tell me?” JJ asked with a smirk.

John B decided to tell everything. JJ is very good at flirting. maybe he could help him.

“Ah I see. You’ve got your heart stolen Johnny boy! Don’t worry we’ll see her.” He comforted him. He would do anything to help his best friend. 

After 5 minutes, he got a text from Kie, saying they gotta set John B with the girl he flirted with tonight. JJ smiled at the thought.

Kie: do any of you have a plan?

JJ: well, maybe we can do what we did for you and Sarah?

Pope: that might work. And we can do some more things. We’ll talk tomorrow

Kie: let’s do this! see you all tomorrow!

After Midsummer’s, Kie was going to introduce you to her pogue friends. You were excited because you wanted to meet the people who always make your best cousin smile. 

“You ready babe?” Kie showed up at your front door.

“Wasn’t expecting to see here” You laughed. “And yes, let’s go.”

You saw a boat called “HMS Pogue” getting closer to your house. Kie held your hand and mumbled a let’s go. The more it got closer, you noticed a familiar brunette. 

“Hey ladies, welcome!” JJ chirped. When John B noticed you, he was in shock.

“Y/N?” he asked and you asked “John B? What are you doing here?” 

“What are you doing here?” he asked again. And Kie decided to speak up.

“Y/N is my cousin and long life best friend and you Johnny boy, gonna help me to have a great trip in Outer Banks.” Kie patted John B’s shoulder.

You met all the other pogues. They were so nice but however the ride was very awkward. You and John B were flirting like at Midsummer’s but JJ, Pope and Kiara was teasing you and John B NONSTOP. They continued teasing for solid one week. 

One day, Kie tried to push you to John then you slipped, John B held you and Pope commented “Oh my god look, John B is being a hero to his girlfriend.

“Oh! Be So Careful, John B. Oh, Give Me That John D Already!” JJ said with a girl voice.

In the middle of the day, you heard John B screaming. You ran to him and you saw his bruised hand. He cut his hand while he’s trying to cut an apple. You softened at the reason.

“Okay, John B calm down, I’ll take care of you.” you said trying to calm him down. While you were taking care of his bruised hand, you felt like 3 pair of eyes watching you but you didn’t mind.

When you and John B, leaving the bathroom, going to meet the other pogues, you heard them shouting at you and John B. They were on another boat looking at you guys.

“Okay you two lovebirds, I think that explains enough.” JJ said looking at Kie and Pope. Kie just rolled her eyes.

“Think about why we teased you guys today and tell you guys how you feel, we’ll come back at night.’ Kie said

Pope waved them a ‘bye-bye’ and left before you guys could say anything. You were annoyed about this even though you loved to spend time with John B.

“Do you wanna explain?” you asked, it was obvious that you were annoyed by the constant teasing and thinking about what Kie said. “does he really like me?” “but wait thats possible and impossible” you thought to yourself.

John B took a deep breath and thought it was the best if he opens up.

“Okay Y/N, since I saw you on Midsummers, I felt like you were different and I liked you the second I was you. The reason why they are teasing us because I like you? Wasn’t it obvious?” He said sighing. You didn’t move “But it’s okay if you don’t feel the sa-” 

He was interrupted by a sudden feel of your lips. You were kissing him in the middle of nowhere, confessing your feelings. When you pull of you both took a deep breath.

“Wow, that was good” 

“well does this explain?” you asked grinning.

“yeah, yeah it does. so are you my girlfriend now?” 

“I guess so, would you like me to?” 

“Yes, yes definitely.” 

You smiled at him kissing again. Then you went to get water.

“John B!” you shouted.

“Yeah?” He asked 

“will you give me that john d now?” 

[justlookatthosesausages]

I saw your tickle prompt and it was so cute! If you’d like a new one, how about Honeymaren teaching Elsa to spear fish, but Elsa falls in/pulls Honeymaren in vice versa?

(lololol this is so funny)

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“Did you really have to craft yourself an ice spear?”

“What? You said to bring one.”

“I meant, pick one from the camp, you spirit dork!”

“Oh.”

There was a blank, and Elsa looked at the spear the brunette was holding, then shrugged. “I prefer mine anyway.”

Honeymaren rolled her eyes. “Yeah, I bet you do.” 

Her ice spear looked like a refined and simpler version of a trident only with four blades, and it definitely looked like she could fight with it more than hunt, so the Northuldra wondered if she actually had conjured it once to train for fight. It was sparkling blue and white, and had a gradient of crystals with their four different colors along the stick. Honeymaren signed to Elsa to follow her.

“Come on, let’s get to it. I’d tell you to take off your boots”, said the brunette as she put hers aside, “but you’re already bare foot.”

“Actually, I’m wearing sandals. But they’re hardly visible. And I’ll keep them, thank you very much.”

“You still have such royal habits”, puffed Honeymaren. 

“No, it’s just that Nokk told me that there are sharp rocks at the bottom of the river sometimes.” 

“They… Told you?” Frowned the woman, stepping in the water along her. 

“Well, it’s more of a… Sensing language. I… Felt it. I don’t know how to explain it.”

“Alright.” Smiled Honeymaren, seeing how the blonde has just blushed. 

“So, what do we start with?” Asked Elsa. 

“For starters, we obviously have to find fish.” 

The spirit nodded, and looked around. The river was naturally clear because of how respectful the Northuldra were of Nature, and quite transparent, but the fishes were clever enough to hide under the rocks. 

Elsa hesitated for a moment to use her magic, due to how used to it she had become, doing more than half of her daily activities helped with magic. But she thought that it would be more fair towards Honeymaren to not do so, and more polite to simply follow her instructions and spear fish normally. 

“Here!” Exclaimed Honeymaren when she spotted a bunch of fishes further down the river. “Careful to step slowly to them. The less moves you make, the better it is.” 

The blonde nodded silently. She had paid attention at how the Sami kept a low voice. 

“Okay, we’re close enough. Always take your time to aim, and keep your focus. Then you can give the attack like that, with your fingers down as you hold the spear, or you can have them up, with it above your shoulder. As you want. Both are efficient. Here, have a try.”

Elsa was staring at her as she was showing her, and got a bit lost in a daydream. 

“Elsa.”

“Uh?”

“Have you been listening?”

“Yeah, yeah, fingers down or above the shoulder. Noted.”

She grasped firmly her ice spear, and walked forward with prudence. Honeymaren noticed that her moves were flexible and calm, barely making rounds in the water as she went to the fishes, and knew that it would be a winning catch on first try. 

However, when Elsa launched her spear into the water, she completely missed them, and her ice spear planted in the bottom of the river. Honeymaren burst out of laughter, and she gave her a frowning look. 

“Sorry, it’s just…” Wheezed the Sami. “Who would’ve thought that you’re so clumsy!”

“It’s my first try.” Grumbled Elsa, defensive. 

“Yeah, I know, it’s just… It’s so funny, I’m sorry.”

The blonde groaned a bit. “I’m gonna get my spear. Stop laughing.”

Honeymaren kept giggling, unable to not to. Elsa saw that her spear was entirely underwater, and was about to attract it to her with her magic, but sighed thinking that it would be better to just get it herself.  

The Northuldra looked at how Elsa went into the water, and calmed her giggle little by little. Then there was a silence. Elsa hadn’t come back. “Elsa?”

Honeymaren’s breathing sped up with stress. “Elsa?!”

The blonde didn’t reappear at the surface. 

“ELSA!” Exclaimed the Sami, and she moved the water around in nervous splashes to find her. “ELSA, WHERE AR–AAHH!”

She yelped when she suddenly felt something gripping her ankle, and she got strongly tugged underwater. She clenched her eyes as she hit the surface and got completely immersed. Hopefully, her brother often did that joke, and she was used to open her eyes underwater. 

When she looked around, she saw Elsa giving her the biggest smirk, and noticed that she had an air bubble surrounding her head.

“You cheater!” Said Honeymaren, even though with the bubbles of her mouth, it sounded more like ‘ylou shleatley’.

Elsa giggled like a child, her chuckle clear in the air bubble and echoing to the Northuldra’s ears. Honeymaren smiled, but then went back to the surface, gasping. 

She coughed a bit, and was joined by Elsa. 

“This is unfair. You shouldn’t be using magic.”

“I didn’t. And I won’t, I want to hunt fish fairly. This was just Nokk’s work. They promised me that I’d never drown after I confessed that our fight traumatized me a bit and made me scared to go underwater.”

“You get a bubble of air every time you go in the water?” Asked Honeymaren as she swam to the bank. 

“Only when I need it. Again, it’s something we just have to think of.”

Elsa tilted her head, and a smile stretched her lips as an idea came to her mind. 

“Do you want to try it?”

“What??”

“I can ask them to give you one as well while we spear fish. It will be a lot easier if we’re underwater, no?”

Honeymaren smiled, excited and amazed. “Yes!”

[daily-dose-of-imagines]

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here i am, requesting to you for the first time! i hope this isn’t too much of a match up request for (jjba, 7ds, kny)! 

i’m a straight female, 5'2, INFP-T, has thin body with puffy cheeks, a dancer, leader material, family-oriented, ambivert, doesn’t curse/swear, could switch moods within seconds (like when i’m scolding one person then another talks to me and i give them a welcoming tone), can be rlly stubborn at times, the mom friend, if not daydreaming i’d be in an existential crisis…., loves ol animals bc the wild ones deserve love too, tries to figure out my approach to different people so they’d be comfortable with me (different versions of me ig,,), HUGS, would serenade others, would sing for and talk to animals (i have pet cats!!!), i like to initiate the plans when in groupwork so we’d be prepared before deadline, one for reassurance and affirmations, hehe food bargain, would do things for people without them knowing, head over heart (can be a lil too sensitive or feral), i’ve been told i resemble stitch (from lilo & stitch) when i smile TuT, also been told that i resemble brunette rapunzel, hehe i love animated movies/cartoons, i love watching horror movies or gamers play horror games but im nothing when i try to play a horror game, bilingual (fil, eng) that can write/read hangul/korean, nighttime and nightwalks are my thang, my fashion depends in my mood, but with colors i usually prefer yellow 💛, somehow attention/touch-starved, the type to befriend those who are usually outcasted, but i end up being the outcast oftentimes since i have a knack on isolating myself, even so, i loooooove everyone!!!!

i enjoyed typing this, thinking back at the silly and important times at 4am,,, i apologize if i annoyed you in anyway!! thank you for the time and hardwork, admins! please take all the time you need! fighting! (◍•ᴗ•◍)✧*。

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Hello sweetie~! Thank you for requesting with us~! ;; and no worries this length is perfect~!! Thank you so much for your support and love we really appreciate it sweet pea~! You’re not annoying at all and we honestly relate to the mood of this lololol Thank you so much for your sweet words~! Since there are fandoms from both of our lists, I’ll be handling the JJBA portion~! I hope you like the match-up I’ve given for you~!

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Hello and thank you for requesting with us! You are good, this is perfect for us to work with, thank you! And you aren’t annoying in anyway! Thank you for supporting us, and I hope you keep on doing so! I also hope you like this!

>Admin 𝕋

𝕀 𝕊𝕙𝕚𝕡 𝕐𝕆𝕌 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙…

So, I matched you with Harlequin because he knows how it feels to be outcasted, and since you said that you help the people that are outcasted often, I thought it would be so cute! He’s also very family oriented, so he would love that you are too! He is an introvert at heart, so he will love when you are the one to take over a conversation when he doesn’t want to talk. He’ll see it as you noticing his moods, and he will be very grateful for that!

He loves how you love animals, since Harlequin is one for nature, he will definitely think that you are meant for him. He will also love that fact you love hugs, because contact, skinship and the like is something he always craves. So he will need someone loves being affectionate and not afraid to show it off to other people! You are perfect for it! He will also love how you lead people, like a king, which he is, so it will only makes for him to have you as his queen!

Harlequin will sit all day as listen to you speak different languages or even watch you watch a scary movie, because he loves seeing your reactions to the scary parts, it would be a favorite pastime of his! He will be the type to want to match clothes with you, so whatever you wear, he will try to wear something that will match with you!

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Tanjirou would be perfect for you! The reason being is because he is a leader, and family oriented just like you! He is also a type of ambivert himself, so both of you can go out and be the life of the party, or just stay indoors and have a home date, watching movies or reading in each other’s presence! Tanjirou will love how you love animals too! He loves all living things, so when he sees that you do too and even have cats, oh he will gush so much about it and about you! 

He will love how you can be a type of mother to your friends, because that is the way he is with his friends, very dependable, and he will love to talk to you about it, vent to you about and all that jazz! He will love the fact that you do things for people without them asking you, how you go out of your way to make people happy, and not ever think about yourself. I mean he will hate that you do more for other people than for yourself, but he will think it is very admirable of you!

He would think it is very cool with the fact that speak two different language and is even learning another one! He also will be the type to notice you love touching, so he will figure he should hold you hand and hug you more often, to make you more happy! You say you love going on walks, and Tanjirou would love to go on them with you! Mostly so nothing happens to you, because he is protective like that but he will also enjoy the time spent with you!

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Ever so sweet and chivalrous to the end, Jonathon is the man for you! He absolutely adores your puffy cheeks and loves your family-oriented self as he positively loves his own family. If you’re the mom friend, he’s most definitely the dad friend who acts more like a mom friend. He backs you up whenever you both have to wrangle the friend group together.

He absolutely loves the fact that you’re caring towards animals and avidly will do whatever he can to not only help you in saving and preserving wildlife, but bestow strong and happy memories for you. Similar to you, Jonathon absolutely loves hugs. Any time he sees you he’ll most definitely engage with you in a hug immediately (though this won’t necessarily happen until you both have established boundaries and comfort with skinship. After all, JoJo can be a shy baby in the first stages of a relationship.)

He finds all of your hobbies and quirks endearing and tries his absolute best to invest time and effort into learning about what you love! He wants to be able to understand your passions and to learn from you as well~! 

Over all, he’s protective and an absolute fluffy teddy bear to you. Sturdy and strong as both an emotional and physical pillar, Jonathon-- in his own stubborn right-- will ensure that your days are filled with nothing but happiness and love.

[toofadedtofight]

30 Questions Challenge!

Rules:

Tag the person who tagged you

 Answer the questions

Tag 20 people

I was tagged by @royal-lucas thanks bbg

How tall are you? I’m 5′5 I think?

what colour and style is your hair? I’m brunette and my hair reaches just below my shoulder

what colour are your eyes? browwwwwn

do you wear glasses? sometimes but mostly i just wear my contacts

do you wear braces? nope, never have hopefully never will

what is your fashion style? the one i have is homeless youth who hasn’t left her bed in 3 days. but the one i waaant is hot biker chick, cigarettes and cute boobie shirts, tight black jeans and high heels, red and black painted nails.

full name? Leah Victoria Génèvieve Gennaro

when were you born? August 1st 1999

where are you from and where do you live now? I’m from Toronto, ON but right now im living in Waterloo, ON for school

what school do you go to? I’m in my second year at Wilfrid Laurier University

what kind of student are you? the kind that does tries to study but can’t and is also very dumb but gets good grades?

do you like school? ummm I like learning, but i don’t really like school

what are your favourite subjects in school? music theory and psychology

favourite tv shows? bones, b99, the office, criminal minds

favourite movies? now you see me, how to be single, crazy rich asians

favourite books? the mara dyer trilogy

favourite passtimes? staring off into space like an idiot, tbh idk what i do

do you have any regrets? wowowow a lot, but they’re also like meh wtv

dream job? being a live performer (lolol that’s never gonna happen)

would you like to be married some day? yes

would you like to have kids some day? yes 

how many? like 4???? 

do you like shopping? no not really i find it frustrating

what countries have you visited? United States of America, Mexico, Cuba, Jamaica, Trinidad, England

the scariest nightmare you’ve had? ummm idk i used to have this one when i was little about spiders crawling all over me

do you have any enemies? one that I know of....

do you have a s/o? lololol no, but if anyone wants to date me hit me up 

do you believe in miracles? ummm ya i guess, idk

Idk what happened to 29 and 30? I went like 7 blogs back to try and find them but they’re just?? gone

Tags: @astroashtonio @reallycalum @myloverboyash @haveiquitefinished @24kcalum @dankpunks @lukesflaredpants @honeybunash @honeybunchcal @sunflowerxcal @dweebluke @rosesarered516 @boytoynamedcalum

[nostalgiaispeace]

989.

Have you ever been enrolled in private school? i private collage..if that counts.

What is the last thing you ate? a burger from McDonalds.

Do you buy your lingerie at Victoria’s Secret? no

Who is your favorite person to spend time with? Matt

Have you ever had tendinitis? idk?

What brand of face wash do you use? medicated from the doctor

Do you know how to grill a steak? i’m sure it’s easy enough.

What were you wearing the last time you were kissed? pjs

Have you ever been to a purse party? no...

Would you ever use an online dating service? i’d hope not.

Do you mosh when you go to concerts/shows? nooooo

Do you like Gushers? yes

When’s the last time you went to a nightclub? never

Where did you buy your favorite pair of jeans? Hot Topic? Khols? who knows?

Do you have a large dog? no

If not, are you afraid of them? no

What is more annoying: A sore throat or a headache? Sore throat.

Are you a fan of bands most people don’t know of? most people i know don’t know any bands period -_-

Have you ever been to Europe? no

Do you yell at other drivers while you drive? no

Can you legally consume alcohol? If not, do you anyways? i’m 28 dude.

When is the last time you laid out and tanned? no idea.

Would you rather date a brunette or a blonde? my husband is brunette.

Do you have friends in other states than your own? yes

Have you ever fake tanned? (Spray or bed) no

Are you considered a bitch? i’m sure some people think so.

Do lots of kids at your high school do drugs? (At my school it’s normal) -

What kind of computer do you have? Macbook Pro.

Can you drive well? no lol

Do you know what emancipation of minors is? yes

Are you one to ditch set plans? yes

Have you ever sent an X-Rated picture to someone? yes

Flip flops or Birkenstock sandals? birkenstock

Do you like breaded chicken sandwiches? not really.

Is there a Sonic in your area? yes

Have you ever gone out of state for a concert? yes

Where is your best friend right now? in bed sleeping most likely.

When is the last time you went on a date? dunno

Do your parents know that/if you smoke? yes

Have you ever gone to a thrift store? yes

Do you own a lighter? yes

Have you ever been under a blacklight? idk

Would you rather use a bong or an apple? no

Do you watch MTV regularly? i love teen mom lololol

What is your favorite board game from your childhood? Life

Did you ever own a bean bag chair? yes.

Do you feel remorse easily? Yeah.

Have you ever been to Warped Tour? yes

What is the reason you last received money? christmas money

[dynowrites]

Rafael introduces Rosie to the squad for the first time and she takes a liking to uncle sonny.

I had this written down as an idea to write lololol. Also, there’s some tension, can ya feel it? 👀

Rafael was waking Rosie to meet the squad. He put her in her favorite dress and black flats before combing through her brown curls. Rafael was nervous for the squad to meet little Rosie but she was so excited. Her papi told her earlier that they were meeting his friends and any friend of her papi was a friend of hers. Once Rafael finished combing her hair and gently braiding little pieces on the side to pull to the back of her head, the two were ready.

Rafael strapped Rosie into her car seat before they drive off into Manhattan to meet the detective at the squad room. Once he found a parking spot there, Rosie looked out her window before sinking down. So many people. Rosie wasn’t used to meeting new people yet and she would become quite shy. So, once she turned to look at her hands, Rafael knew something was wrong. “Rosie, princesa what’s wrong?” Rafael said as he moved to pull the girl from her car seat. She just sat there and stared at her hands.

“I-I don’t feel so good, papi. Can we go home?” Rosie asked quietly. Rafael sighed som as he pushed some hair out of the girls face.

“I thought you wanted to meet my friends, princesa.” Rosie quickly nodded her head at her father.

“I do, papi! I’m just… scared.” Rosie finally said. Rafael chuckled as he unbuckled the girl from her said and carefully pulled her out.

“I promise you’ll love them, Rosie. They’re such nice people. You don’t have to be so shy suddenly.” Rafael told the girl as he held her to his hip. She laid her head against his shoulder and just stayed there. A sigh escaped Rafael’s lips as he closed the car door and made his way into the building.

“Are they your best friends, papi?” Rosie asked as they were in the elevator going to the squad room. Rafael chuckled softly as he glanced as his daughter.

“They are, Rosie. They’ll be your best friends, too.” Rafael said as the elevator dinged and the doors opened. Rafael let out a sigh as he walked towards the squad room and stood there. He hasn’t been here in almost a year and it felt like nothing changed. As Rafael glanced around the room, Sonny looked up from his desk with widened eyes.

“Rafael?” His voice called out. Rafael turned and stared at Sonny. Rafael went to speak before another voice was heard.

“Rafa? I didn’t expect you for another hour. Is this Rosie?” Olivia’s voice was heard. Rafael turns and smiled at Olivia before glancing at Rosie who was hiding he face.

“She’s really shy. Come on, Rosie. Say hi to my friend Olivia for me? Please?” Rafael spoke softly. Slowly, Rosie lifted her head and looked at the brunette.

“Hi Olivia.” Rosie said quietly. Olivia smiled brightly at the girl.

“You’re so cute. Oh, Rafa. I’m so happy and proud of you.” Olivia smiled at the male. Rafael carefully set his daughter down so he could hug Olivia. Rosie slowly looked around until she sat a dog sitting by a desk.

“Puppy!” Rosie shouted as she ran over to the dog. She sat on the ground and instantly began to bet the canine with a small giggle. The blonde that the dog was with slowly looked down at the girl.

“Her name is Frannie Mae. You give her kisses, Frannie?” Instantly, the dog began to lick all over Rosie’s face. She giggled before wrapping her arms around the dog in a hug.

“Sorry about her, Amanda. She loves dogs.” Rafael said as he walked over to the blonde. Amanda slowly looked up from the girl to Rafael with a smile.

“It’s fine. Frannie loves kids. She’s so good with Jesse. Is this you daughter? Liv was telling me a bit about her.” Amanda asked as Rosie stood and wandered over to Sonny.

“Yeah. I finalized the adoption about two months ago. She’s finally my daughter.” Rafael said as he glanced at Rosie. She was giggling on Sonny’s lap while drawing with him on a piece of paper.

“He misses you a lot, Barba.” Amanda said. Rafael sighed softly as Rosie giggled up and looked up at the blond male before back at the paper she was drawing on.

“No! That’s a doggie! Like that doggie!” Rosie pointed to Frannie. Sonny chuckled as she nodded and slowly looked up at Rafael as he came over to the blond and his daughter.

“Look, papi! Sonny and I drew the doggie!” Rosie said as she held the drawing up. Rafael smiled as he stared at the drawing of the dog.

“That’s good, princesa. We should get going soon. We promised abuelita we’d go get lunch with her.” Rafael said. Rosie whined as she cuddled up against Sonny in his lap.

“But I wanna stay with Sonny!” Rosie said as she watched her father. Rafael sighed as she walked over to her and picked her up.

“Maybe Sonny could watch you this weekend?” Rafael said. Rosie’s head shot up as she looked at the blond male.

“I wouldn’t mind watching her for you, Rafael. She’s a cutie.” Sonny smiled. Rafael nodded and turned with a sigh. Rosie looked up at her father before looking at Amanda and Frannie.

“Bye puppy! Bye Manda! Bye Liv!” Rosie said as she waved at Amanda and Frannie before turning to wave at Olivia. They all waved to the girl. As Rafael and Rosie got to the elevator, Rafael watched as Fin walked out.

“Barba, is this your daughter?” Fin asked as he looked at the small girl. She hid her face as Fin let out a chuckle.

“She’s shy suddenly. I don’t see how she’s so shy.” Rafael laughed as Fin gently rubbed Rosie’s back.

“Congratulations, Barba. On the daughter. We couldn’t be happier for you.” Fin said before he went to rejoin the squad. Rafael chuckled as he looked at Rosie.

“Ready for lunch, princesa?” Rafael asked the girl as he entered the elevator. Rosie nodded with a smile.

@giraffe-puppy

[affectionatespy626]

Kitchen Bonding 101 - 3

--------- Teacher Starkie

"No! You are doing it all wrong!" The strict lad scowled as he watched the auburn lady clumsily mixing ingredients into the pot as she was learning how to cook under his supervision. He found it completely troublesome to teach someone hopeless like this girl who can't even boil water.

"I'm telling you, add the ingredients one at a time. Not pour them all in!"

"Waaa.. sob... Starkie is angry."

"Don't  fake sobbing while actually saying 'sob', kid." He cupped his face in exasperation as the auburn lady giggled, amused at his  temperament. "By the way, that younger troublemaker can also cook, can't he? Why'd you have to choose me? Go get him to teach you---"

"NOOOO!" The lady protested, shaking her head fervently.  "I want it to be a surprise when I finally cook him something. I can't possibly ask him to teach me so I can cook for him...."

"..... You do realize that's quite a reckless reason, right? Sigh."

"Please, Starkie? Teach me how to make strawberry and blueberry tarts." The lady pleaded with puppy like expression, making the lad feel all weird and uncomfortable at the thought she might end up crying because he was too mean.

"Fine. But you have got to thoroughly follow instructions, understand? Brace yourself because I will be a very ruthless mentor."

"Hehe yeah, like we all don't already know that."

"What'd you say?"

"I mean--- YAY! Thank you, Starkie!"

"I never agreed on allowing you to call me that!"

And so the kitchen lecture between mentor and pupil dragged on from that point.

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It was already mid day when he woke up from his slumber, head still groggy as he made his way down to the kitchen to grab a glass of water.  Dragging himself sluggishly, he was about to enter the kitchen when he was met with a ridiculous looking sign attached to a safety cone, bearing the words, ‘Off limits to Saeran Choi at the moment!’ Seeing so, his brow twitched, irksome thoughts bubbling inside.

"SAEYOUNG! WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!!" He yelled out at. the top of his lungs, certain this was another idiotic prank his brother has brewed.

"What what what?!" In response, a half naked redhead showed up in a frenzy, his glasses placed upside down and his hair all dripping wet. "Did something happen?!"

"Explain to me what the hell is with this signage​?! Are you an idiot or something?" The younger redhead barked at the older one, pointing out the silly signage blocking the kitchen entry. "Get rid of  this stupid sign you placed."

"Huh? Sign?" Finally noticing his eyeglasses weren't put on right, he adjusted them and he finally spotted the source of his brother's agitation, a chuckle from his lips. "Oh that! Haha! You won't believe what happened  but Siren made that sign so she won't be distracted by you. lololol she said if she saw you, she won't be able to concentrate on her cooking lesson with Chef Stark. Lolololol"

"She... what?" His eyes oddly widened at what he found out. "That's just ridiculous..."

"I wouldn't go there, if  I were you. Stark is usually strict and ruthless on his lectures and any disturbance would earn you a flight to hell. Well, I'm gonna go back to the shower. I'm dripping soap and foam all over the floor."

"......" As his brother went back to his bathing time, the younger redhead was simply standing there in confusion, his eyes  steady towards the kitchen. ".......Why didn't she ask me to teach her instead? I would have probably done better....." Were the words that unconsciously muttered by his lips, and hearing it himself somehow caused a prickle inside his chest.

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One hour.

One hour and forty minutes.

Two hours.

Two hours and thirty minutes.

How long has it been since he waited for the kitchen to be accessible again and without that stupid signage that banned him from entering the kitchen? He can't believe he had to walk two blocks away just to grab a bottle of water and and some ice cream because he wasn't allowed in the kitchen. He usually didn't mind things like this anymore after having to live with his brother for a while now, who constantly used the kitchen as some experimental laboratory, leaving him with a mess to clean up after. But oddly this time, something inside him wouldn't  let him rest. What he found most strange was that a mere thought of the auburn girl enjoying the lecture conducted by his brother's former mentor was stirring  unreasonable feelings inside him, and he didn't like having a bitter taste dwelling in his tongue.

"Saeran, are you alright?" The brunette lady inquired as she took a seat right next to the obviously troubled boy. "You  had been wrinkling your forehead since a while ago. Is something bothering you?"

Hesitation made him unable to respond to his new sister-in-law, who also ended up being his closest friend. Taking his silence as a sign that he doesn't want to talk about it, the lady only waited in silence until he was ready to open up.  One thing she knew about this lad was that he had some difficulty stating his true thoughts and feelings, so all she could do was wait until he was ready to speak.

"Hey, Noona?" He started to softly address the lady, something he was trying to get himself used to. ".........Nevermind." He was conflicted inside whether to speak up or just  think on it for himself, which earned him a small chuckle from the brunette who soon rose up and patted his head before striding away, but then he started talking in quiet tones.

"....... I feel really strange....Do. you.... I mean..." He was obviously at a loss for words and  somehow began to stammer. "........ I think something is wrong with me. Like right now.... I feel awful inside my chest and stomach and I can't concentrate on taking care of the garden here and I keep wondering why Siren keeps floating through my mind.... I don't know.... I just feel like.... I can't describe it... Sigh.."  A rather lengthy sigh left him as he felt deflated and even more conflicted. But contrary to his woe, the brunette lady only giggled as he turned to face the lad again, taking a seat beside him once again, amusement on her face.

"One question, Saeran. Do you  like Siren?"

"Huh?" The lad lifted his gaze from the floor and turned them towards the lady, confusion dwelling on his expression. "What are you---"

"Just answer it. Do you like her or not?"

Still a bit bewildered by the sudden question, the lad knitted his brows together as he fell in thought. "Hmm.... well I don't dislike her or anything. She can be quite ridiculous and crazy like Saeyoung-hyung..... She sometimes gets on my nerves.... but I honestly don't hate her." He stated thoughtfully, taking a pause before continuing. "She's really strange though. So sweet and kind yet so funny and clumsy. And when she tries to make me laugh, which i rarely do, her frown leaves me wondering if I did something bad. But when she smiles.... she reminds me of a blossoming rose."

And as the brunette lady remained listening to his continues rambling, her amusement only grew and her smile grew big and wide from ear to ear. When the lad notices this though, he immediately stopped talking and squinted at his sister-in-law.

"What's with that dumb look?"

"Saeran, I only asked you one simple question that only required  one simple answer, and yet you practically made an entire essay about her. Hahaha!"

"What?! But you said----"

And then it struck him that she was right. The question was one simple line and yet his response was a whole bunch of lines, and the thought immediately painted his cheeks pink from embarrassment.

"Noona! You tricked me!" He snarled gruntingly​, causing a fit of laughter  from her.

[curiousdelights]

A Little Bit of Fate [1/?]

Pairing: Yoosung Kim x CMC (Areum Lee)

Plot: An odd request for help brings Areum to an apartment where she meets a group of people through a messaging application, plunging herself to help them towards a charitable goal. She forms friendships within the group and soon rekindles a spark with a member who she hasn’t seen in almost a decade.

Background: Inspired by this. When I first played Mystic Messenger, Yoosung was my very first route and guess what? I actually chose the name Areum for my MC lololol. So when we got to this part of the chat (Idk, I think this was around Day 3 in Casual Story), I was surprised lmao but it gave me this idea that MC (Areum) and Yoosung could have been classmates before haha. So anyway, this fic will be multi-chaptered so good luck to me. It’s almost like a rewrite of Yoosung’s route, probably.

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I. A little bit of spark

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They say first love never dies.

A cliché statement, but a famous one nonetheless.

To some, the idea is a normal component of one’s life, ironically forgotten when more loves come around to replace it in later time. To another set of some, it is simply a silly sentence that’s overused in literary and film, and not something to ponder much about; just a fleeting flick of emotion. But of course, to yet another set of some, it is a nice thought: a pure and innocent thought and proof of one’s own heart beating for another for the first time in their lives.

Most of the time, first love exists during youth when the heart is at its most tender stage, when the idea of love is a mere bud on a stem, with emotions being the nurturing guide towards bloom.

Do you remember your first love?

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Thursday afternoons always held art classes under one of the most carefree teachers Yoosung has ever had so far in elementary. He looked forward to it because it gave him a break from all the textbook reading and problem solving. However focused he could be in those subjects, art class was a welcome change in pace. He wasn’t all too good at it (he’d be lucky to draw what could at least look like a horse?) but he liked this time of day and he liked trying to draw the animations he watched on television with his friends.

Yet if his eleven-year-old heart would be much more honest, those were only little parts of the reason.

The biggest reason was because he could approach a certain young girl he fancied. Due to the freedom provided in this certain art class, all of them were quite free to wander around the classroom and mingle with their classmates, provided that you were still discussing the current project, not making any noise, and actually doing the assigned task to be submitted at the end of the period. So Yoosung takes this chance, albeit in careful portions.

He was a shy and sensitive kid, but he had an excuse to walk up to the aforementioned girl. She had a friend that was good with art. He could pretend to need help from that one but talk more with the other.

Today, they were tasked to draw sceneries with the use of pencils. Shading and outline were the focus. Yoosung was thankful they didn’t dabble with watercolors this time around. He hated watercolors. He thought they were messy under his fingers so he wondered how artists didn’t mind and still end up with masterpieces.

He may never really know.

Yoosung, along with his friend, Hyunsik, tabled with the group of girls. They had been doing this for about a week now and the former only hoped it didn’t seem all too weird, although it seems nobody minded anyway.

“Hi!” Yoosung greeted the group. There were three of them: Hana Kim, the artist he could actually learn from, Miyeon Park, the quiet one, and last but not the least…

“Hey, Areum!” Yoosung’s smile towards her was usually brighter compared to the others.

Areum Lee, the pretty one. When she smiled back at Yoosung, hiding the thin streak of blush on his cheeks would have been almost impossible. Her whole being, he thought, truly lived up to her name. He remembered she had longer hair in the first half of the year. She cut it short this time and always pulled it back with a red headband. It suited with her hair which was the color of sweet milk chocolate. How come she could still be pretty in any style? Yoosung saw others when they changed their appearance and sometimes he didn’t think it suited them.

That’s not the case with Areum.

“Heya, Yoosung! Time to draw again.” She laughed. God, how it hit Yoosung’s heart like a shooting star. “Got a scenery in mind now?”

Yoosung and Hyunsik took their respective seats beside the girls as they maneuvered their tables around to group together. The former made sure he could sit beside Areum and Hyunsik couldn’t manage to even hide the snicker that erupted from his throat. He knew about his friend’s crush but paid no mind. He knew he’d probably break down in embarrassment if Areum somehow found out.

Yoosung thought for a while, but drew a blank. “I… have no idea. I’m never really super prepared for art class.”

“I know, right? Hana probably doesn’t need to think so much about it compared to us!” She said, elbowing said best friend.

Hana stuck her tongue out at all of them. “It’s not my fault I like drawing.”

Areum winked. “We know! We’re just teasing.”

“Might as well start now. We only have about an hour left.” Hyunsik reminded them. He was already starting to outline his shapes. Yoosung thought it looked too round for a mountain but kept his mouth shut.

“Any thought now, Yoosung?” Areum asked, turning her attention towards the brunette and his blank sheet of paper.

He thought sitting beside her was already the nearest he could get, but she almost leaned towards him and he grew flustered.

“A-Ah, no—not yet!”

Areum huffed then turned back to her own desk. Then, as if the bulb in her head lit up, so did the expression on her face and she offered an idea to Yoosung. “Why don’t you draw a night sky with a lot of stars? It pretty much fits you and we can use colored pencils anyway!”

“Ooh, not bad!” It really wasn’t, but how come he didn’t even think of something that should have been obvious to himself? “How about you? What are you gonna draw, Areum?”

Her mouth formed a pout. He thought it was cute.

“I’m still at a loss but…” She tapped her pencil on her paper, then looked back again at Yoosung. “I think I’ll draw a beach. I went there last summer with my family. I thought it was pretty! What do you think?”

“That sounds good. I’m sure you can draw it well.”

“Yeah! It’d be nice to use a lot of yellows and oranges for it. I watched the sunset then.”

“I should do that next summer. It probably looks nicer at a beach, huh?”

Their discussion kept on going between the two of them until Miyeon had to speak up. “You guys do know that you could run out of time by talking about it so much, right?”

Yoosung and Areum looked at each other and then scrambled on to their work. Even if neither of them was good at art, their teacher put in a lot of grades for effort and that wasn’t to be overlooked.

“Ah, Areum, I forgot my eraser.” Yoosung said, not looking up. “Can I borrow yours?”

She nodded, busy with her own work. “Sure. It’s by the pencils.”

“Okay, let me just…” He reached over to the bunch of pencils blindly, patting his hands over the table while his focus was all on filling up the hillside drawing with a deep shade of green.

Areum was on her way to doing so as well, unsure if whether Yoosung knew where it was so she might as well get it herself for him. Her reflection of the orange sun on the sea seemed to be lacking, so she colored it more to bring out the vibrancy, digging her pencil a little harder than she did earlier.

With one similar action towards one small item, two hands met in the middle and startled the owners. Both Areum and Yoosung looked up, first to the source of the surprise, and then to each other. It was easy to see that Yoosung was the most flustered and Areum giggled more at his reaction.

She was the one who got the eraser first, so she put it in Yoosung’s palm. “Here you go!”

“T-Thanks!” To save himself from any more embarrassment, he took it gratefully and turned back to his work. All he wanted was to talk to her today, but it seemed fate was being more generous than usual.

He wasn’t complaining, though. No, not at all.

But he did grow slightly nervous.

After some time, most of them were done with their artworks. Hana and Miyeon had submitted theirs already, waiting for grading from their teacher. Hyunsik was finishing with the details. Yoosung still thought his mountain seemed too round, but who was he to judge? His hillside might as well be almost flat.

He was staring at his work now, wondering what was still lacking, when Areum popped up to speak again beside him.

“Looks good! I knew you could draw that.” Her eyes seemed to be beaming with delight, appreciating the better drawing from her classmate. “Are you gonna draw a person in it, too?”

Yoosung offered a confused face. “I don’t know. I thought we were only supposed to draw the scenery?”

She shrugged. “People can be a part of it. I think it’d look nice if you drew yourself there.”

“I think it’s lame if it’s me. I should… draw someone else to make it better.” Yoosung laughed it off lightly as he started to take a brown shade of pencil to start.

“Oh? Who’re you gonna draw?” Areum watched as Yoosung continued to sketch, then realized there was no need to ask. The red headband and brown hair was a big giveaway already, and even she felt a warmness rise up to her cheeks.

To be fair, she went back to her own drawing and smiled at the idea. It was playful and fun and harmless. She took up the same shade of pencils Yoosung had used and drew a person on her own beach. Once done, Areum stood up and admired her work. It seemed Yoosung was also done with his and ready to have it graded.

“Yoosung, look.” Areum brought up her paper, a yellow-orange dominant version of a sunset on a beachside. A small, brown-haired boy sat on the sand. “Fair enough, right?”

He was surprised. His face clearly showed it to her. “You drew me.”

“Yeah.” Her grin towards him was laced with appreciation. “Thanks for drawing me in yours, Yoosung. I really like it. Come on. Let’s get these graded. We’re the last ones to finish.”

He ended up following her to where their teacher was, but he couldn’t help but feel flustered at what just happened. It was a silly sort of exchange, but Yoosung found it to be more than enough. As far as he was concerned, his day was more than complete.

They were fortunate to be able to pass it on time and still get a good grade once the artworks were handed back. As soon as art class ended, everyone started preparing for the next one. Was it Korean history already? The day was going to end soon. Yoosung had to part ways with the girls to go back to his seat in the classroom. He sat quite some distance away from Areum so talking to her during class was never really an option available to him. His extracurricular activities also prohibited him most of the time to hang out during the afternoons.

But tomorrow was Friday and he was free then. Maybe he could ask her to hang out then. He could wait until tomorrow to ask, just so he can gather up some extra courage to do so. Besides, it wasn’t as if he wouldn’t see her at school again, right?

… Right?

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“Didn’t you hear?” Hyunsik asked, his tone expressing surprise peppered with a tinge of concern. “Areum moved.”

Yoosung frowned. He had barely even arrived at school that next morning and that was the first thing he’d hear. “What?”

“Miyeon told me.”

“But we just had class with her yesterday.” He said, glancing over at what was once Areum’s seat. He thought she was just oddly late today or that she wasn’t feeling well. But moving away?

It made him sad.

Yoosung walked over towards where Hana and Miyeon sat, hoping to hear something about it all. Hyunsik followed him.

“Areum left?” Yoosung asked.

Hana looked up at her classmate and nodded slowly. “Her dad’s work thing made them move. We already knew about it a couple of weeks ago.”

“Where?”

Miyeon shook her head. “We’re not really sure. Areum didn’t say much about it.”

“I see. Too bad we couldn’t hang out much.”

Hana agreed. “I know. Yesterday, you two seemed to get along pretty well.”

“She’s always been nice.” Yoosung shook his head once and bid the girls goodbye. “Thanks for telling me. Hope she’s well.”

It would be a clear lie to say he wasn’t upset about Areum’s leaving, but he never got close to her much to expect her to say something about it to him. At least he had yesterday to remember by.

Yoosung sighed.

He really did like her.

He went back to his seat and started fiddling with the contents of his bag, ready to pull out a pen and pad to distract his mind. That was when he saw a small object chucked inside the corner of his pencil case.

A rubber eraser.

He chuckled.

That was Areum’s. Did he forget to return it?

Maybe he did, and he decided to keep it as a small token of knowing her.

With little contact they shared prior to this, it seemed impossible to see her again.

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Do you remember your first love?

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[ Areum has entered the chatroom. ]

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Aaaand there we go! I really wanted to post this now since it was eating at me and I felt like I should try to move onto the next part soon or else I’ll lose my ideas. 💕

So this was like a background for everything else. I forgot how 11-year-old kids work?? But I remember we can have really big crushes on others by then lol sorry. I knew someone who ended up with his first love since elementary haha.

Anyway, I hope you guys liked it. Please tell me what you think! 💕

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