#They would be the type of family to get matching shirts and pjs

[cursedcrusaders]

First day of school

[gay-salt-amber]

Where the hell is Kenma?!

Yuri on Ice x Haikyuu crossover

Just so you know, all the figure skaters kids are close with the other skaters so they consider ever skater they're close with family so the whole uncle aunt thing is just a friend thing

warnings: Gay, swearing, etc

Ships: leoji, yakulev, minotayuri

Пока= bye

All Russian is google translated

For the parents the kids will just be calling them by their names unless one parents is without the others then they will be called dad so it doesn't get confusing

Kenma pov

It was 10 alcock at night and I was up playing my video games as usual with Hinata, Lev and some other friends. We were playing a game that was a collaboration between Nerf and Xbox, it was quite good. Not my favorite shooter of all time but it was alright. When the match was over and the 20 second map and round type selection started, my phone rang. I was on a discord call with my friends so they saw the phone going up to my ear. Right when I was about to answer Lev spoke up,

"Who is it?" He asked

"Georgi."

"Popovich?"

"Yeah."

"Who's this Georgi?" Hinata seemed confused but curious.

"Just a family friend of ours." I answered, I don't wanna go into me and Lev being legally related right now.

"Oh, cool!"

I looked down at my phone and unlocked it to see the messages, "I might need to not play this round for a bit I need to respond to these texts." I said

The rest of them agreed and I went back to the messages.

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Georgi: I was just wanting to remind you that the plane leaves at 7, so get some sleep kid.

Kenma: Thanks uncle Georgi, I'll try.

Georgi: Do you want us to bring the Russian team bus to pick you up from your house?

Kenma: Sure when are yall getting here?

Georgi: 6 prolly, depends on how long Lila and Yakov wanna take. Old asses -w-

Kenma: pfft xD

Kenma: Anyway, I need to get back to my friends see you later.

Georgi: K, get some sleep, my favorite nephew ☆⌒(*＾-゜)v

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I unmuted my mic on the call and spoke after like 5 minutes

"Back, hows the round going?"

I didn't hear my dear Shoyo but instead Lev, "Good, Hinata got tired though and had to leave."

When I was about to say I needed to leave to, Lev spoke again,

"Oh yeah! You should get going, you don't wanna miss the flight!"

Once I exited the game I turned back to my monitor that had discord and moved it back to my main monitor, "I was about to say that."

"Пока" I said, my Russian feeling a little rusty.

"Пока Kenma!"

Pressing the 'end call' button made me sigh with relief, standing up, I walked over to my closet and grabbed some clothes for a shower before bed. I grabbed some long, loose black pants and a old Russian figure skating team shirt that one of my dads got me. While I was walking to the bathroom I was looking through some notes for class and deleted stuff I didn't need since I was going to be in an entire different country for a while.

I got out of the shower, dried my hair and put on my clothes. Once I got to the door, I looked into the mirror and I had an idea, 'Should I put my hair in braids so it'll look wavy tomorrow? Yeah that'll look nice!' I reached over and grabbed two small clear hair ties and put my hair into two braids.

I finally opened the bathroom door and walked back to my room to call it a night and sleep. Once I reached my room I noticed something, "You mother fucker.." I didn't pack my bags for the fucking trip. I whipped out my phone and thought of who I could message, we were gonna be in a bunch of places for skating and I wanted to check for how long, but guess what?! I don't know whos awake!

Right when I was about to wing it, I remembered its like 9 in the morning for Leo de la Iglesia, who is an American skater which I consider family. I guessed he would be up since he and Guang-Hong Ji, his boyfriend typically wake up at 7 to eat breakfast and go on a run together, virtually since they live in different countries but I guess they try. It took a while to find this name in my contacts since my phone doesn't really sort through who I texted recently but instead it sorts alphabetically the only time I would see his name at the top is if I had an unread message from him, which I don't. I kept scrolling reading off the letters as I went. H,I,J,K....

I finally got to L and found his name since I only have like 3 people whos name start with L in my contacts, I opened it and cringed at the date of the last sent message, 'June 1st' which was a happy pride month message. My fingers tapped on the message bar and I started typing quickly.

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Kenma: Hey uncle Leo ヾ(•ω•`)o

Kenma: Ik this is a weird time to text since I should be sleeping but, you're the only one awake.

Leo: Ey Kozume! 💅 What do you need?

Kenma: I was wanting to know how long the competitions are gonna be , I forgot to pack soo...

Leo: Ah! Well you're going to be on the trip for a week and Georgi's gonna take you back to Japan the Monday afterwards

Kenma: I- Isn't it longer then that? (⊙_⊙)？

Leo: Yes but we know that Neko-

Kenma: Nekoma?

Leo: How ever the fuck you spell your schools name 😑

Leo: Anyway, we know you have a game against Karasuno the next day and we know you would wanna play in that sooo...

Kenma: Cool, thanks.

Leo: Np, see you in America (｡･∀･)ﾉﾞ

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Once I was done snickering to myself at Leo and I's conversation, I walked over to my clothes drawers and got out the clothes I wanted, one formal outfit, some pj's and some casual stuff. I put that stuff in one suitcase and put my miscellaneous stuff in a smaller drawstring bag that had a bunch of video game pins on it. I walked downstairs to put my stuff by the door and when I got there I saw someone come in, it were my dads, Yuri Plisetsky, Otabek Altin and Minami Kenjiro.

I walked up and hugged all 3 of them, "Hey kiddo."

Since I decided to say screw sleep and talk to my parents which is something I didn't get to do much at this time of the year often since they have practice all the time. So we sat on the couch and had dinner while watching tv as a family and talked about their practice

Yuri chirped up while eating some rice, "Mila was being a bitch."

"Oh? What happened?" I asked

"So you know her kid Tendō?"

Minami put his chopsticks down and joined in the conversation, "He's that kid that goes to Shiratorizawa Academy right?"

"So, he's gonna be joining the Russian team since the he doesn't like the Italian team."

"Yet his uncle and other mom is on that team." Otabek pointed out

"Yeah."

"I don't get how she was being a bitch?" I said, trying to get the conversation back to the main point,

"Her ass was bragging about all practice, like shit I couldn't get 2 fucking works out without her interrupting."

We all laughed, and went back to eating.

After we were finished we all were doing the dishes, "Go upstairs and get some sleep kiddo, I'll do the rest of the dishes. Yuri, go get some rest too." Minami said

"Are you not going to America, Beka?" Yuri asked.

The black haired boy shrugged, "No, for some reason my couch decided I'm not going, I don't know why."

Minami was another one of my dads who was staying home, ever since they adopted me when I was 4 he always declined going to any skating competitions that weren't in Japan so that if I ever had an emergency someone would always be there. This meant that only me and Yuri, my blonde, sassy, Russian dad were going to America for the 3 back to back skating events that were happening there.

"I wonder why Lev's not going.."

"Your school doesn't want you both out when a game is so close." Otabek was right I still thought it was stupid since he was looking forward to this event, he's always wanted to go to America after all. But as compromise I promised to send him a lot of photos.

Minami who was still washing the dishes started shoving us out of the kitchen, "Yeah yeah, cut the chat get your butts upstairs and I don't wanna see you two down here until morning!" He said, waving a wooden spoon in the air as we walked up the stairs, laughing.

We reached the upstairs, both of my dads gave me a kiss on the forehead and wished me a good night. I walked into my room and instantly my tiredness from earlier came back to wack me in the face with 5 times the strength of before. I walked over to my bed and just.. flopped.

--In the morning--

My alarm for 5:30 went off and I got up, still tired but meh, nothing a bit of coffee wont fix. I walked over to my closet and got out a hoodie Shoyo gave me, it was a Karasuno hoodie with Shoyo's name and volleyball number, 10 on the back. I inhaled the scent of my lover. I'm gonna miss him but I still can call him. I grabbed a thin t-shirt to wear underneath and some soft black pants with red on the side, after I grabbed my clothes I walked to the bathroom and got changed. After that I took my braids out, my hair looked great!

When I left the bathroom right when I put my foot on the first step to head downstairs the scent of waffles hit my nose, I started to go quicker down the stairs since I fucking love waffles and I am starving! Once I got there Minami greeted me.

"Hey kiddo, did you sleep good?"

"Yeah." I nodded

"Are your other dads not up yet?"

"Nah." I shook my head getting out a plate.

"Before you eat imma wake them up."

I rubbed my forehead before sighing, "Oh god what are you planning, pops?"

"Nothing, let me just..." After finicking with his phone I heard a blast of noise from my parents room and the line I knew too well of "WELCOME TO THE MADNESS" blasted through the door. After like 2 seconds they were up and downstairs.

"You get creative when it comes to waking us up." Otabek yawned while Yuri wiped his eyes.

"I know, glad you're finally catching on~" Minami said, getting sassy, which he normally was this early in the morning.

"What'd you make for breakfast?" I asked.

"Apple waffles!"

I ran to the counter happily, grabbing like 3 fucking waffles.. What can I say? I love apple things!

"Goddamn! Leave some for us!" Yuri teased

"Nah~" I joked back.

When we had just finished our food, we were setting our dishes into the sink and just chatting, we heard a knock on the door. I turned to the clock, '6:00' almost on the dot. "Man when they say they'll be here at 6, they aren't kidding." Otabek said, looking at the bus through the window.

I snickered and got my shoes on, me and Yuri grabbed our suitcases and after my adopted dad kissed my other dads, we were out the door and on the bus. I stopped to talk to Mila whom was driving while Yuri went to go sit in the back by himself.

I tapped the red head on the shoulder, "Hey Mila can we make a stop before we go to the airport?"

She grinned "Yeah, of course, the flight was delayed a half hour anyway for whatever fucking reason."

"Ok, can we stop at Karasuno I uh.. Wanna see someone before we leave.."

Mila let out a quiet gasp before whispering, "Is this the boy you've been talking about?"

I nodded and Mila laughed, "Sure, I don't see why not!"

I gave a light smile and went to go sit down.

--When they stopped at Karasuno, Hinata pov--

"We aren't doing anything special today, hell do what you want if you wanna sit and chat do that, I am giving you a free day before we practice for our match against Nekoma." Couch Ukai explained

We all nodded with a 'yes couch' coming out of all us.

Me and Yamaguchi stayed chatting when our long haired ace, Asahi came in, "Sorry I'm late but there's a bus outside that says, 'Russian Figure Skating Team' outside for whatever reason."

"I wonder why..." I brushed it off though and continued talking to Yams

We kept talking before I heard a familiar voice, "Shoyo? Are you here?"

"Kenma!" I exclaimed before I jumped up and ran to give him a hug which almost knocked him over in the process.

"Hi Shoyo, its good to see you."

"What are you doing here?" I asked, releasing the hug and just holding his hands and I spoke again

"I mean there's a weird bus that says Russian Figure Skating Team or something outside but why are you here?"

"That's my ride." Kenma answered plainly.

"That's your- WHAT!" I was surprised and the others came over

Kenma laughed, "That's why I came here, I wanted to let you know I'm going to be gone for a week."

"Why? Did something happen?" Suga asked from the back

"No, no! I'm going to skate in America, I'll be back for our game though." His answer made me more curious

Noya's voice rang from the right, "When are you leaving?"

"Around 7:30, our plane got delayed but I get to talk with you more, right Shoyo?"

I was about to sit down when the door swung open and there stood someone who looked a bit like Kenma, but different colored eyes and plain blonde hair

"I'm hanging out in here with you kid."

"Yakov being annoying?"

"да ебать его задницу!"

"Who are you sir?" Asked Asahi who was putting away the few volleyballs that were used since most of the team was chatting, it was a free day after all

"This is Yuri Plisetsky, my dad." Kenma explained

"Cool."

I tilted my head, wondering what he said, I knew it was Russian just based on context but I didn't know what, "What was that you were saying?"

"He said, "yeah fuck his ass" My blonde boyfriend translated

"Ooh."

"Well before we go might as well do this," Kenma sighed as he held my hand tighter,

"Dad, this is my boyfriend, Shoyo." Kenma looked nervous.

"As long as he treats you well, then I don't care."

"W-wait that's it?!" Kenma seemed surprised

Yuri clutched his chest in laughter, "I-I'm sorry! Just.."

"Are you forgetting who I am?"

"What?"

"Kiddo, I am a trans gay man who has been married with 2 other men in a poly relationship for 2 years now, what'd you want me to say?"

Hinata looked surprised but also relived, "Really? That's so cool!"

Yuri looked at me and rolled his eyes and messaged the bridge of his nose, "Really? You went for the fanboy?"

"Dad, you're married to one."

"Meh, true."

We were talking for a while longer with me just being lovey as usual when someone else walked through the door and yelled "ITS JJ STYLE!" Which Yuri's dad looked pissed about

"I'll get him out give me a second."

"убирайся отсюда, кана��ский ебать!" Yuri yelled as he proceeded to shove the man I'm guessing named JJ out

"What'd he say?" I asked

"Get out of here you Canadian fuck."

"Oooh."

With that a new people entered, "Kozume!" A voice called,

"Hi Gramps."

"Whos this?" I questioned with my hand still on Kenma's

"That's my grandpa, Victor Katsuki-Nikiforov."

"That's so cool!"

Kenma blushed and just nodded,

"Does my grandson have a boyfriend~"

"Yep, this is Shoyo."

"So he's the one I keep hearing Chris say you brag about?"

"Mhm."

"We-"

Before Victor could continue I heard a slam

"Двигай своей задницей, черт возьми, свинья!" (Move your ass fucking pig!) And in came Yuri kicking another black haired boy in through the door.

"Yurio be nice you your mother!"

"HES NOT MY MOTHER! AND STOP CALLING ME YURIO!" He yelled back

Victor sighed, "Well we have 2 Yuri's here its confusing!"

The grey haired mans tone quickly changed, "Anyway~"

He helped Yuuri up and waltzed on back over to us, "Our grandson has a boyfriend!!!!"

"Awh that's great!"

"Aaand Shoyo, meet my other grandpa, Yuuri Katsuki-Nikiforov"

"It's nice to meet you."

We talked a bit before Yuuri spoke up,

"We should get going, the others probably wanna get coffee before we go to the airport."

"Oh, yeah, I guess so."

I was sad that they had to leave because Kenma noticed and his face softened because when they were getting up to leave, he gave me a soft kiss on the lips,

" I will call you every chance I get, Ok baby?"

"Alright, I'll see you next week at the game?"

"Yes, I love you."

"I love you too." Those were the last words I said to Kenma in person for a week.

When I turned around I heard someone yell, "KOZUME HAS A BOYFRIEND!"

Lev pov--

Kenma: We're having another fucking flight delay!

Lev: I still wish I could've gone with!

Kenma: I know, you were really wanting to come, right?

Lev: Ofc! I have always wanted to go to America! 😭😭😭

Kenma: Oof

Lev: Hold on the team is worried about you, give me a moment

Kenma: Gl Kuroos gonna be all like 'well why didn't I know?!' or some shit

Lev: mhm 😑

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I turned off my phone and listened to the rest of the team freak out about the gamer boys missing

"WHERE THE FUCK IS HE?!" Yaku yelled out of panic

"Yaku, I am sure he's fine.." Yamamoto said, trying to keep the peace

"Well we don't know that! Hell! He didn't even tell me anything.." Kuroo was also pissed which just made me wanna chuckle since Kenma was right about Kuroos reaction.

"Uhm..."

"What Lev?"

"Well about Kenma being gone, I know where he is I just thought this was funny."

"So us worrying is funny?!"

"When I know why, yes."

Kuroo rolled his eyes, "Lev, Kenma never talks to you."

"Yes, yes he does, you don't know every fucking thing he does." I snapped.

"Are you sure?" Kuroo retorted

"Whos he dating?"

"I-"

"See you dont even know that"

"Fucking- Whatever just where is he?" Yaku asked

I held out my phone and showed the texts

"Where the hell is he going?! We have a game!"

"Yaku, please shut the fuck up." I whispered.

"What?!"

"Yaku I love you, but please shut the fuck up, he doesn't care about the game right now, he will be back for the game with Karasuno, but he is with family and doing something that will contribute to his future. Now shut up пожалуйста, перестань любопытствовать и дай ему жить!" (please stop prying and let him live!)

"..."

I took a step back, I swore my boyfriend out... I even yelled at him in Russian!

I felt like I wanted to cry, I didn't wanna snap like that.. Then I heard the door open

"HA I KNEW HE WOULD CUSS SOMEONE OUT! Виктор! ты должен мне 20 долларов!" (Victor you owe me 20) I turned to the voice,

"Oh praise god." I sighed

Yurio was walking up to me, "ты в порядке? ты выглядишь напряженным .." (are you okay? you look tense)

"Я огрызнулся на своего парня, и я устал, угадай" (I snapped at my boyfriend and I'm tired, guess)

"What are they saying.." Yaku was confused

"Well apologize you fuck!" Yurio scoffed

"..."

"Sorry sir, but Lev is fine, I was the one who deserved it."

"I'm still sorry!"

"Even better question! Lev, you can speak Russian!?" Kuroo seemed surprised

"Yeah, I just didn't wanna hear the, 'oh! Say my name in Russian' or, 'say something in Russian!' that gets annoying fast!"

"Oh, Beka has the same problem whenever he says he's from Kazakhstan."

"Anyway, what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be at the airport with the rest of the Russian team."

"We would be in the sky by now is the plane would stop getting fucking delayed!"

"Well let the team rest in here! Its probably hot as fuck in that bus."

"Smartest thing you've said all day, Levochka." And with that he left

"And who was that?" Yaku's tone was serious so I beckoned the team over to the bench to explain

"So you know how I have left practice early?"

"Yes?"

"That's because I do figure skating and I am hoping to go into it full time when I am older and that person who was here a bit ago was a part of the Russian Figure Skating team."

"Nice!" Someone commented from the end of the bench

"Levochka!" A voice called,

"DAD!" I raced to meet the voice and gave a big hug to my father, Victor Nikiforov and gave my other dad, Yuri Katsuki a hug when he entered short after.

Yaku came up from behind, and kicked me, "YOU NEVER TOLD ME YOUR PARENTS WERE FAMOUS SKATERS YOU FUCK!"

Upon seeing that the Russian team was pissed, "Держи свои гребаные ноги от него, у��людок размером с муравей!"

"I still don't know what yall are saying.."

A voice came from the back, "Georgi said, "Keep your fucking feet off him, ant-sized motherfucker" I recognized Kenma's voice quickly

"Ey! I thought you would stay on the bus!" Yurio called

"Well, I finished my level and I have nothing else to play until a few daily bonuses roll in."

"Kid you run through games like me and Lev run through a thing of pirozhkis.."

"Meh I keep myself entertained."

"KENMA?!" Kuroo called, ran up and started to shake the boy

"I WAS WORRIED WHY DIDNT YOU TELL US WHERE YOU WERE GOING?1"

"Because it doesn't concern you, besides its not like I'm gonna be gone forever.."

"Kozume I am your best friend! You tell your best friend this shit!"

"Uh..." Kenma stuttered

"What?! Is there anything else you wanna tell me?!"

"1: I don't owe you shit and 2: Lev and Shoyo are my best friends, Теперь слезай с высокой лошади, ты трахаешься" (Now get off the high horse, you fuck)

"That's my boy!" Yurio cheered

Yuuri shook his head and turned to me, "Anyway, Lev can we pull you and Yaku to the side we wanna talk to you two."

I nodded and grabbed Yaku's hand and we exited the gym with my dads

"Levochka.. Are you sure he's the one you want?" My dad asked gently

"What do you mean?"

"I mean you said that this was your boyfriend when we talked about it before but are you sure he is what you want? I mean he kicks you and gets physical it seems a lot. I just want for you to be safe." My dad explained.

Yaku looked nervous as my dead continued, "Hell even Yurio when we adopted him, was never physical with anyone who didn't deserve it.. Minus Yuuri but you get what I mean."

I grabbed Yaku's hand, "I know but Yaku's trying and that's all I can really ask.."

Yuuri started to talk "Lev please be safe." His face was one of worry

"I'm sorry Mr. Nikiforov, I've been trying my hardest to not be as bad as I was, I am trying for your sons sake, I wanna make him happy.."

"I can see that and I hope you keep trying."

"I will, I care about Lev so much I wouldn't do anything to actually hurt him, I love him too much to do that."

"Th-"

"HEY VICTOR WE NEED TO GET TO THE AIRPORT!" Called Yakov's voice loud from the bus.

"Coming! Lets go!"

After gathering the others they left, till next week will we see them again.

[rae-arts777]

What I Can’t Give You

Summary: Abby can give Makoto many things. But there is one vital thing she can never give him

Note: Ace Abby, Some rough Abby backstory

TW: force sterilization

“Hey I’m home” Makoto walked in, setting groceries on the countertop.

“Yo.” Abby waved, from the couch, focused on a show she was watching.

Makoto headed over and kissed her head, nuzzling her hair “we still going to Cythina’s get together?”

“Of course. If we don’t, they’ll just come over and drag us there.” Abby ran her fingers through his hair, a small smile forming.

Makoto climbed over and sat next to his fiancé, wrapping an arm around her.

Abby shifted her body, laying her head in his chest. She pressed her ear to his chest, listening to the comforting sound of his heartbeat.

Makoto played with her hair, softly pecking at her head.

The time for the party came too fast for the two of them. They would have rather stayed in, but knew Cythina would be upset if they didn’t show, especially since the red head hadn’t seen them since they gotten engaged.

Abby decided to dress up a bit. She put on a nice blue crop top complemented with a matching black skirt. She looked in the mirror, fixing her hair.

Makoto walked in behind her, kissing her cheek. “You look beautiful”

Abby felt her face flushed, turning her head away “shut up...I figure I look nice considering....”

“We’re going to see old friends, not some snobby strangers.” Makoto teased

“I know...just...I want to look nice for you ok.?” Abby admitted.

Makoto pecked her temple smiling “Sweatpants or skinny jeans, you always look nice for me” Makoto received a harsh flick to the forehead

“Cheesy bastard”

“You said yes to marrying this cheesy bastard”

“Engaged, I can still change my mind if I want”

“Naaaah you’re stuck with me”

The two finished getting ready, and headed to the hotel together.

Of course Cythina had booked the fanciest suite in the hotel.

Makoto knocked on the door, the Belgian man answering to greet them.

“Welcome love birds” Laurent smiled and let them in.

Cythina rushed over squealing, pulling Abby into a tight hug “oh I’m so happy for you two!! Let me see the ring! Makoto you better treat her well!!”

“Cythina...your boobs are suffocating me” Abby poked her side, making Cythina let go.

“I’m sorry!!! I’m just so happy for you two!!” The red hair grabbed Abby’s right hand and looked the engagement ring “oh it suits you so well! You did a good job picking out a ring Edamame!”

Makoto chuckled and wrapped an arm around Abby’s waist pulling her close. He placed a loving peck on her head “well I know my girl”

Abby blushed and looked away trying to hide her face from everyone “fuck off”

“Not so tough and cold now are we” Laurent smirked, receiving a punch to the gut from Abby.

“Die blonde bastard”

“Worth it” Laurent laughed.

The four sat around started to catch up. Cythina went on and on about her adopted son, how proud she was of him. Laurent talked about his job, bragging about all the high security clearance he now had. Makoto and Abby excitedly talked about the grand opening of their coffee shop, after months of traveling, and in the process of finishing up renovations, they were only a few months away to finally opening.

Just as Laurent popped the champagne, Oz arrived with Kudo and Shi Won.

Makoto and Oz’s relationship was still rocky, but they were doing decent. Oz shook Makoto’s hand, giving his congrats to him and Abby. Abby still didn’t like Oz, considering he was going to be her father in law, she still couldn’t shake the things he had done to Makoto.

Even though it didn’t effect Abby, it effect someone she loved. As Oz went to talk to Laurent, Abby hugged her fiancé back, placing soft pecks on his cheek.

“You good?” She asked

“Yes I’m fine, let’s have fun ok?”

The night continue on, everyone was sipping on champagne and exchanging stories.

Laurent stood up, raising his glass.

“I just want us all to give a toast to the happy couple.” He gestured towards Abby and Makoto “may your future be filled with joy and happiness, and that your love only continues to grow stronger. I think I speak for all of us when I say, we are excited to see your coffee business grow, as well as your family one day, wether it’s four legged cats, or two legged humans” Laurent chuckled.

Everyone cheered with a big smile. Abby leaned more into Makoto’s hold, shutting down a bit. A family? Kids? They haven’t even talked about that yet. They were still young, they had time. Maybe Makoto doesn’t even want kids, but what if he does. Abby placed her hand over her stomach thinking. Kids.

The night started to die down. Abby had gone to the bathroom before her and Makoto headed home. She washed her face and stared in the mirror. Laurent’s words still bothered her. Kids. Maybe by miracle she can give him a child. But the process of getting pregnant. Abby felt her body tense up. It’s not like she would mind. She loves Makoto, if he wants to, she can compromise with it. Still, she didn’t feel ready to give herself to him just yet.

“For Christ sakes you’re going to marry him...” Abby told her reflection “I mean...he’s still going to love me even if we never have sex. It’s not like he doesn’t know you’re ace..hell, he supports you no matter what..he’s always been there..he’s not going to leave just cause you don’t want to have sex, he’s not like that...right..?” Abby looked at her ring “no, he’s not, he loves me. Compromise, baby steps...but...is he still going to love me ...even if I can’t...” Abby placed a hand over her stomach. The word kids rang in her head. Kids, does he expect her to give him kids?

She was pulled over her mind when a knock at the door.

“Abigail?” Cythina called out. “Are you ok hon? Need anything? Girl stuff?”

“No no, I’m fine.” She unlocked the door and open.

Cythina looked down at her with a soft smile “are you sure? You seem tensed. Are you getting cold feet?”

“No, I mean..it’s not like that, I’m just...thinking about the future”

“Don’t worry about the future, you’re just going to stress yourself out” Cythina patted her cheek “just focus on the present ok? And don’t worry about wedding plans! I’ll be back in a few months to help plan!”

Abby chuckled a bit, of course Cythina already hired herself as their wedding planner. Not like Abby minded, it was probably for the best.

“Abby?” Makoto called out putting on his coat “you ready to go?”

“Yeah” Abby gave Cythina a quick hug and rushed to her future husband. She grabbed his arm and draped it over her shoulder with a soft smile.

They said their goodbyes and headed home. The walk was quiet, Abby laid her head against him while they walked. Makoto held her close, his arms felt safe, they felt warm, she knew he loved her, she knew she could trust him, but a part of her was still scared.

They headed inside their house, Makoto heading to the bathroom to shower first. Abby followed and sat in front of the mirror, working on wiping the makeup off her face.

Soon after Makoto finished his shower, Abby went in after him, luckily he didn’t use up all the hot water. Feeling the water hit her skin, she took a deep breathe. She shouldn’t be letting Laurent’s word get to her so much. He was just wishing them a good future, so it shouldn’t matter what type of future they would have together. Right?

Abby finished her shower, using one of Makoto’s shirts as pjs. She headed to their bed drying her hair still. Makoto was in his boxer, laying down, scrolling through his phone.

“Tomorrow in the afternoon we have a meeting with the contractor. He’s set up a few samples of tiles for the bathroom. Also I was thinking we can get local artist to commission some art pieces we can hang up in the shop.” Makoto kept talking about new ideas for the shop.

Abby zone it all out as she sat on her side of the bed. She stared at him, watching his mouth move up and down, but not hearing a single word.

Makoto looked over at her to ask her opinion “what do you think? Should we? I do love red, but I think certain type of yellow would give it more of a vintage feel you know?”

Abby didn’t even know what he was talking about now. She said nothing, still staring.

Makoto sat up a bit “hey, what’s wrong?”

Before Makoto could move towards her, he was pushed back down, Abby sitting on his lap. She strandle her legs around his hips, and put her hands on his chest.

Makoto stared at her blushing and a bit taken back “are you ok? You seem tense” he saw right through, her body wasn’t relaxed at all.

“I....do you want...you know....” Abby mumbled

“I mean...only if you want, Abby, I told you, I don’t care if we have sex or not, I love you for you, that’s all”

“Yeah but...do you...want too..so we can have kids?”

“Ok slow down.” Makoto sat up, adjusting her more comfortably in his lap. “Where is this all coming from?” He ran his fingers through her hair

“It’s just...when Laurent said family...and mention whether they be pets or babies..it got me thinking about kids...”

“So do you want kids?” Makoto asked

“Do you want kids?”

“Maybe one day.”

“Ok....” Abby placed her hands on her stomach and looked down.

Makoto’s face shifted to a sense of worry “my desert flower?” He cupped her cheek “what’s wrong?”

“I....I can give you so much Makoto....you give me so much as well...but....I don’t think..” Abby felt tears streaming out “it would be a miracle.....if I could give you kids....but....I’m sorry....if I would have know i was going to meet you...marry you....have a life with you...I wouldn’t have agreed too.....” Abby broken down in sobs “I’m sorry....I can’t...I can’t give you something so important....I should have told you sooner...I’m sorry...”

Makoto said nothing and pulled his lover closer. He rocked her back and forth, humming softly. “It’s ok..it’s ok..” he whispered pecking her head repeatedly “I’m not mad my sweet flower, it’s ok, it’s not your fault”

Abby buried her face in his chest sobbing “I did what I had to survive...”

“I know..”

“It was so...painful..” her whole body shook “I...I remember being tied down....I remember pain...screaming..” she cried “I’m sorry....I’m so sorry...”

“I’m not mad..I understand Abby..” Makoto kissed her head “I love you so much ok.?”

“Even though I can’t give you kids..”

“I didn’t ask you to marry me cause I want you to give me kids. I asked you to marry me cause I love you ok?” He cupped her chin and tilted her head up, placing soft pecks on her lips “we have years to plan ok.? We don’t have to have kids right away, we’re young, we can wait a few years ok? Even if we don’t ever have any, that’s fine. And if we do, we can always adopt ok? Cause even if we adopt, we will both love that child as our own” he kissed her cheek, wiping her tears away. “It’s going to be ok” Makoto pressed his forehead against hers

Abby sniffled, feeling her body finally relaxed

“I love you so much Makoto..”

“I love you too Abigail”

[chelseaheskett]

CHRISTMAS EVE, 2019 @ THE HOLT HOUSE

They were late getting the presents under the tree this year. Not for a lack of trying: Vanessa, quite adventurous, thought it would be fun and hilarious to tear off all the wrapping paper and low-hung ornaments from the Christmas tree. It was frustrating, sure, but all Chelsea could do was laugh when she found her little girl surrounded by baubles and fir and gift wrap in the living room. If she didn’t laugh about it, then she was sure to cry about it. Laughing and cleaning it up seemed easier. No use crying over spilled milk and all that. Now her and Elliot were up early morning Christmas Eve, preparing for the holiday before the sun could come up, while the rest of the house was still sound asleep. 

They were almost through wrapping and re-wrapping all the presents when they took a break. Chelsea constantly had to pee, anyway, so Elliot was the real hero. He did most of the work. “Here you go, baby.” She said, emerging from the kitchen with a freshly brewed cup of coffee for him. Empty wrapping paper rolls and jagged edges and small torn pieces of wrap covered the coffee table, so she handed it to him directly on the couch. She plopped down beside him, cradling her stomach. Twenty-seven weeks pregnant, now. Thankfully, Chelsea was starting to even out a little, mentally. Elliot was in and out of his sling, getting closer to recovery. Everything was starting to settle again. The miracle of Christmas! God, she loved Christmas. Ever since meeting Elliot, and falling in love with him then, it had become her favourite time of the year. She was so content that she didn’t even mind the early wake-up time. 

Chelsea threw her legs over Elliot’s lap. They were still warm and comfy in their pyjamas; Elliot in a long-sleeved shirt and his trademark cartoon PJ pants. These ones were white and fleece and had snowmen and reindeer and other animals printed all over them. Chelsea was in loose and matching flannel maternity PJs that she paired with pink bed socks. She flexed her toes in them, scratching the soft material against Elliot’s forearm. “You know what I want for Christmas?” Chelsea prompted, shifting to tuck herself under his arm, so she could cuddle into his chest. She paused for dramatic effect, wondering how his mind was going to wander... It did sound a little suggestive, in nature. She let him go that way for a moment, kinking an eyebrow, before finally putting her request out there in the open. “I want us to pick a name for the baby.” Chelsea raised her head, peeking up at him to gauge his reaction. “Can we do that today, please? Can we do that now?” She asked, sounding hopeful. Put on the puppy dog eyes, just in case.

They decided on a first name together by the time one of the babies (Isaac) started wailing on the monitor. Luca. They were going to call their little peanut Luca. There was something about short names, when it came to their boys: Jack, Isaac, Luca. Alex, too, in a way. Even if it was a nickname for Alexander, and even if he had nothing to do with Chelsea, it still counted. Chelsea still liked to count him, rest his soul. Their girls had long names, for some reason? Genevieve and Vanessa. It was cute, when she thought about it. She grinned, when she did. She loved her family. And that’s why Chelsea loved Christmas so much: spending so much time surrounded by her favourite people, celebrating them and showering them with gifts and love and appreciation. It was Thanksgiving turned up a notch. She just felt so happy. So happy and loved and fulfilled.

By noon, everyone was awake and dressed and running amok. Jenny was with Lucy until tomorrow morning, which kinda sucked, but Chelsea tried not to let it ruin her good mood.  Vanessa and Jack were in the kitchen with Elliot, who was cutting them up fruit for a snack. Isaac was clutching Chelsea’s cardigan on the couch, and trying to rip the holes wider in her jeans. He touched her stomach constantly, copying what he saw Elliot do all the time. Babbled to her belly, too. There was an animated Christmas movie flickering on the TV in the background, but Isaac wasn’t paying attention. He was more interested in watching Chelsea browse the internet on her laptop. She scrolled through her computer with one hand and brushed through Isaac’s hair with the other. 

“Elliot, baby, come here!” Chelsea shouted from the living room. Vanessa and Jack came running through the archway with plastic bowls. Elliot wasn’t too far behind, carrying one for Isaac. “Thanks, hon.” She said, tilting her head up to give him a kiss when he got close. “Say ‘thank you, Daddy’, baby.” Chelsea turned to Isaac to coach him. “Tank you, Daddy.” Isaac enunciated, grabbing a hold of his fruit bowl. He, too, lifted his chin to get a kiss. Chelsea lightly laughed. Yeah, this was the good life. Elliot sat down beside them on the couch and Chelsea passed over her laptop for him to see. Isaac nibbled on a piece of chopped up banana and slid off the couch to join Jack and Vanessa on the floor mat by the television set. He left his bowl behind, but Isaac never got too far away from them, anyway. Chelsea moved it to the coffee table, clean now, and bumped her shoulder against Elliot’s.

As always, Chelsea had to explain. “There’s this lady that makes these name signs, y’know, for like... newborn announcements and for room decor and... it lets you type in a name and see what they look like, with the design you want, before you buy one, so...” Her leg was bouncing, she was so excited. She pointed to the preview image on the laptop. A wooden circle, with animals printed on top, and the name Luca Elliot scripted above a hand-drawn star. They didn’t get a chance to discuss middle names earlier. Chelsea hoped he liked it. Hoped he wouldn’t push back against it, considering it was his name. Chelsea sucked in a breath. “What do you think? Do you like it? The... the sign and the name, I mean.” Chelsea asked, thumbing his wrist. “Should I buy it?”

The doorbell started chiming. Chelsea pulled a face, wondering who it was. Her Mom was in Wilmington until her flight back tonight, and they weren’t supposed to be seeing Macy and Amy and their families until dinner tomorrow. Last minute Amazon delivery? She wasn’t sure. “I’ll get it!” Chelsea announced, struggling to get off the couch with all her baby weight. She held her bump as she walked to answer the front door. 

Happiness was only momentary. The other shoe always dropped eventually. And again, again, everything came crashing down around her. Around them. They couldn’t even have one day, one damn holiday, without something bad happening, could they? Her shoulders tensed. She gritted her teeth. “What the hell are you doing here, Christian? You need to go.” Chelsea practically spat, holding onto the door, quite ready to slam it in his face. She felt sick at the sight of him. Angry. She’d punch him in the face again if she had to. 

“Chelsea, please just give me a chance—”  

“A chance? Are you dumb?” Chelsea cut him off, laughter bubbling at her lips. “It’s literally Christmas. Leave. Now.” It was either of his own accord or in a body bag, at this point! 

Christian held his ground. “Yeah, you’re right, it is Christmas.” Chelsea squinted at him, wondering what the hell he was trying to get at. “And my father is in town—”

“Good for you, asshole!” She swore, interrupting him again. Thanks for rubbing it in, Christian. Chelsea’s eyes prickled with tears, briefly thinking about her own father, and tried to close the door. Christian kept it open with the palm of his hand. Chelsea’s heart started to race. He could easily overpower her, like he’d done once before... but Elliot and her kids were in the house. Where was Elliot? She was surprised he hadn’t come to check on the door. It didn’t matter. He was better off staying out of this one, staying safe inside the living room. 

“My father, William Pearson.” Christian said forcefully. So? Sounded like a common name. Must’ve been plenty of them in California, let alone in all of America. But Chelsea wasn’t that stupid. She connected the dots pretty quickly. Refused to swallow the thought, though. Nope. She couldn’t believe that. She wasn’t going to buy into his bullshit.

“Goodbye, Christian.” Chelsea tried to close the door again, but it was no use. The fear and anxiety felt like it was choking her; labouring her breaths. 

“Elliot’s my brother.” Christian said it, anyway. Chelsea squeezed her eyes shut. She couldn’t be hearing this. Not now, not ever. “I swear I didn’t know. I just found out...”

“You’re lying.” Chelsea’s voice was rough. She opened her eyes just to glare at him, trying to will him away. Christian reached his hand out to... touch her? Comfort her? She wasn’t sure, but took her opening and slammed the door shut. Deadlocked it. Almost caught his hand in the frame. That would’ve been good, that would’ve been payback. Chelsea tried to control her breathing, hiding behind the closed door. Christian was still outside, on the porch. She could hear him.

“I have proof! I have pictures, I brought my birth certificate. I have Elliot’s, too. I have it all here.” Christian said through the door. Chelsea turned to press her back to it. Elliot was standing there, right there in the entryway. Oh God. Her knees started to buckle. Chelsea had to grip the door frame to keep herself from collapsing. Her heart rate was through the roof. 

[stick-man-simp]

Some stuff about my stick oc Evans that no one asked for!!!

You wanna hear my headcannons about the actual thsc characters?? To bad!!! /j/lh (under the cut cus this is long lol)

1. What’s your oc’s most irrational fear? Is there a specific reason this fear came about?

They’re really afraid of something happening to their neck, like you know, that kind of stuff, ouch, no real reason for this fear, they just have it. They’re also really afraid of being abandoned and being alone oof

2. Is your oc picky about food? What kinds of foods do they like and dislike? What do they consider a comfort or “safe” food?

They hate tomatoes and milk with a passion, but otherwise most foods are okay with them, it’s more about the texture for them, not the taste, but if it has a weird texture, big oof moments. They really like any sort of fast food (except Wendy’s) and they love Dr Pepper so much lol

3. What does your oc’s voice sound like? (Or, if you have one, what’s their voiceclaim?) Can they sing, whistle, or roll their rs? Do they have any speech impediments or notable dialects/accents?

Their voice basically sounds like mine, but low key deep, and kinda raspy too. They can sing alright, not great but they like singing along to songs. They can whistle really well, the kind of really good whistling that pisses you off >:) lol. they cannot roll their r’s lol haha loser can’t roll their r’s :’). they used to have a stutter as a kid and it comes out when they’re really upset.

4. Is your oc good at keeping secrets?

They are great at keeping secrets, because they care a lot :), but also cus they have terrible memory and will probably forget it lol

5. What kind of clothes is your oc most comfortable wearing?

Their usual comfy everyday outfit is just a t-shirt and jeans, and hoodie when it’s cold. Same thing at home, but sweatpants or pj shorts

6. What kind of clothes is your oc least comfortable wearing?

Dresses >:( they’re ugly and uncomfortable, also flip flops, they hate them (they wear crocs lmao)

7. What song reminds you of this oc? Does this match up with the type of music your oc likes to listen to?

I actually made whole a playlist for them oop- https://open.spotify.com/playlist/7qxg8Wm7qbMXKu2FRBKYI4 It kind of matches what they would listen to, upbeat with kind of sad lyrics

8. What’s it like inside your oc’s mind? (Literally, or metaphorically.)

No thoughts head empty, jk it’s a mess, they may seem really chill and confident on the outside, but on the inside they are always worried about saying the wrong thing and scaring people away, they just want friends :’(

9. What are your oc’s goals for the future? Relationship-wise, career-wise, or other?

Nothing much, they don’t like thinking about the future, they just go with the flow really, not good but whelp, it’s going ok so far. NO relationships tho, they are aroace, but boy do they wish they had some friends oof

10. Who’s the first person your oc goes to to talk about something that made them happy? Sad? Angry?

Usually... no one, maybe their cat or maybe their mom, but in the time where Evans is friends with Ocelot (Coelpts oc), they would go to him about literally everything lol and then get worried about annoying him oof

11. Does your oc have any interests/hobbies that they hide from everyone? Why do they hide these interests?

Not really, they have a bunch of hobbies, but cringe culture is dead so they are open about them all to whoever asks, but no one ever does aaa, but they do stuff like gaming, drawing, knitting, embroidery, baking, cooking, model trains, lots of stuff

12. How does your oc handle talking to somebody they can’t stand? What if it’s a situation where they’re forced to work with this person?

They don’t lol, they don’t take shit from no one and will say to their face that they don’t like them lol, but if they have to work with them, they will cooperate, but their gonna be a bastard about it

13. What’s your oc’s dream home like?

A cozy cottage in the woods, with lots of hiking trails all around, a chicken coop, and close to their friend’s house :’)

14. If your oc spent one day free from any consequences or recognition for their actions, how would they act?

They wouldn’t do much lol, probably just steal a bunch of Dr Pepper and snacks from the store

15. What’s your oc’s morning routine like?

They wake up at like 6 am and scroll on their phone in bed for a bit, and then get up at 7:45 to get ready lol, and leave at 8 to got to work, I mean it works but wtf Evans

16. What’s your oc’s nighttime routine like?

They usually just sit on the couch with their cat and some snack and watch TV or play games for a while before going to bed and scrolling on their phone for like an hour before finally passing out

17. If your oc had a social media page, what would it be like? What would they post about? How much personal information would they feel comfortable posting on it? How often would they update it?

They have a Tumblr, they don't make many posts, just reblog stuff, and they would totally share their fucking home address  if someone asked nicely, they are unhinged

18. How does your oc see themself? How does this compare to the way other ocs see them?

They look at themself and think ‘woah that’s one sexy motherfucker’, they are a bastard man with way too much confidence, I don’t have any other os’s that would interact with them, but Ocelot totally thinks of them as just a big dumb puppy (he would never say that out loud tho lol)

19. How would an enemy describe this oc?

An arrogant son of a bitch (and they’d be right >:D)

20. What’s a superpower or magical ability that this oc would hate having?

Being able to read peoples minds, they would hate this so much, because it would make them feel evil and uncomfy, and they don’t wanna know what people are thinking about them, they think it’ll be bad oof

21. What’s a fact you haven’t shared about this oc?

They are nonbinary, AFAB, they used to wear a binder but they got top surgery at 20 years old, now they don’t wear a shirt at the beach and they’re making that everyone else's problem!! >:D

22. What’s your oc’s dream job? Is this similar to what they’re doing now? Do they believe they could ever achieve this dream?

They work for the CCC right now, and they had their dream job as an agent, but the promotion they got kind of ruined the dream, and their job is boring to them now

23. Who would this oc consider their family? What is their relationship with these people?

They have their mom, who is really great, their dad died when they were young, they don’t have any siblings, and they aren’t close with any other family. But, any friends they have they immediately get really attached to and think of as family

24. What is one thing that, no matter who it’s coming from, would anger your oc?

Getting called a coward (haha Marty McFly kinnie lmao), they are not a coward >:( (this gets them in a lot of trouble sometimes oof)

25. How does your oc handle sadness?

Not well oof, they mostly just cry a bunch and eat a lot, anything to get their mind off it

26. How does your oc handle anger?

Basically the same as with sadness but with furrowed eyebrows and ranting to their cat

27. How does your oc handle fear?

They are pretty brave so not much scares them, and they have to be brave for others, but when it comes to stuff that really scares them or just plain anxiety, they usually try to calm down as best they can, or they just run, they can run fast too

28. What’s your favorite thing about this oc?

Himbo :)

29. What’s your least favorite thing about this oc?

They have a primal urge to insult people, they don’t mean to really upset people, it’s all in good fun, but they can still be pretty mean sometimes, especially when they do it with strangers oof

30. Tell a random fact about this oc!

They’ve always wanted to have a beard or a mustache, but even with T they can’t grow much facial hair :(

[katieelizabeth]

What would you call your body type? Definitely curvy

Are you a morning person? Yes and no. I’m taking sleep meds for nausea so right now waking up is kinda hard. 

Have you ever been to Target? Loveeeeee Target

Do you like iced tea? Iced tea is always my jam

When is the next time you’ll be at work? Hmm it’s kinda up in the air right now. I’m itching to get back tho.

Do you have a savings account? Yes. one for myself, one with my boyfriend

Has anyone ever hacked your accounts before? Only once.

What color bedsheets are currently on your bed? Currently grey

Have you ever been to Disney World? If so, how many times have you been? Yes, I wanna say total like 6 times.

Does grammar and capitalization mean anything to you? It absolutely does.

Are you good at wrapping gifts for others? My boyfriend thinks I'm a terrible wrapper hahah

Do you have a dirty clothes hamper in your room? Yes.

What would you say is your favorite television show? If I had to narrow it down, probably Skins. 

Do you enjoy big holiday dinners? Yes and no. I don’t care for holiday dinners with my family but I love holiday dinners with my boyfriends family. 

Is there any piece of jewelry you’re constantly wearing? I’m not married or engaged but I do wear a small silver band on my ring finger.

What is one thing you desire as of now? To be able to just go and sit down in a restaurant. This virus has everyone living in fear and I'm tired of it and want to live normally and enjoy my pregnancy

What kind of phone do you have? An iPhone XR.

If you could move anywhere, where would you choose? Canada or London

Do you blog a lot, if at all? No not really. I used to when Xanga was big.

Is your present hair color, natural? Nope.

What makes you the most angry when it comes to people? My boyfriend thinks that anytime my opinion is different than his, then I'm trying to argue with him. It’s so fucking frustrating. 

Describe your current outfit? Anaheim Ducks shirt and matching pj pants hahah

What was the last thing you ordered online? Some toothbrushes lol

Have you ever felt as though you were drifting apart from a best friend? Ive had two best friends in my life completely shut me out before. It sucks.

What color are your eyes? Poop brown

Have you ever worn color contacts? I have but I could never wear them because of the astigmatisms in both my eyes. Lasik was the best decision of my life

What’s the best thing about a hug? Right now I miss everything about hugs

Biggest fear? Losing my loved ones, death, never getting better/getting worse, never doing anything with my life....

If you have a significant other, how long have you been together? Just celebrated three years

Do you know any genuinely friendly people? Yes.

Do you buy your friends gifts? I try to when I can 

What was the last thing you plugged in? My phone to the charger.

How old are you? 29

What color headphones do you own? They’re black.

Have you ever shopped on Urban Outfitters? No, just a reminder than I'm fat

Where do you buy the majority of your clothing? Amazon, Goodwill

Would you rather wear necklaces or earrings? Necklaces

Do you consider yourself fortunate? Very

Do you enjoy watching fights? Nooo.

Have you ever been in a physical fight? No way

Do you tend to talk badly about people? I try not to but everyone is guilty of that

Where are your parents as of now? Watching tv in the tv room

Does your computer cooperate most of the time? I literally just bought it so yes haha

Does your family have any cheesy traditions? Kind of

When did you last go to a book store? Gosh it’s been a while!

What’s the closest book store where you live? Barnes & Noble.  

How much money do you have on you right now? On hand, $20.

Favorite personal feature? my hair and my lips

Are you wearing make up at the moment? Nope.

Favorite television channel? Bravo, E!, ID, HBO

Describe any piercings or tattoos you might have? 6 tattoos no piercings

Have you ever been fired from a job? INope

Are you currently losing a best friend? No.

Describe the worst day of your life: I’m good.

Do you play any video games? Not at the moment

Would you say you hate anyone? I feel hatred towards racists, homophobics, ect.

Do you think freckles are cute? Very cute!

Last time you went to the mall? Gosh its been a really long time

Name something that’s your favorite color: anything teal

Have you been to Red Lobster before? Yesssss. I want seafood

Do you judge by appearances? Anyone who tells you they don't to some degree is a fucking liar.

Do you follow a certain religion? No thank you

Who is your role model, if you had to choose? Im not really sure

Would you rather have nice hair or lips? Hair.

What are you most self conscious about? Pretty much my whole body

Do you have any family members who live out of town? Yeah.

Do you consider yourself short? Nope, I'm average height for a girl

What room are you in? Mine.

Hoodies or jackets? Hoodies.

Are you outside a lot? No not really. The sun doesn’t like my skin haha

Have you ever been dumped via text message? Nope

Do you like dreamcatchers? Not really

What is your favorite letter of the alphabet? I don’t have one.

Do you hate repetitive people and things? Depends on the situation

Do you think autocorrect is a blessing or curse? BOTH

Do you believe in any particular curses? No.

Ever play a Ouija board? Nope, my mom wouldn't let me growing up

What movie scares you the most? The Exorcist. I can watch the movie now no problem but it FUCKED up my childhood.

What was your bedtime as a child? 9. I remember watching Happy Days from 8-9

Reason why your favorite holiday is your favorite: Who doesn't love Christmastime?

Do you work with any close friends? I work with my baby daddy

Do you consider yourself spoiled? I would say in some way I'm probably spoiled

Do you listen to any country music? yes

Favorite high school teacher: I don’t specifically remember any high school teachers I liked. Probably my French teacher. He was super cool!

Do you ever get drunk? Of course. Can’t drink yet tho until after baby

Have you ever had highlights before? Nope

Favorite number: 7,10

Do you still sleep with any stuffed animals? Not anymore. I used to for a a long time 

 What is your biggest regret in life? Eh I've got a few

Would you say you think you have a mental disorder of some kind? Depression/anxiety. Ive taken meds for it 

Are you normally an independent person? I like to think myself as independent but my boyfriend sure takes care of me. I dunno what id do without him

Do you have any paintings? a few

What is one clothing fad you wish never existed? anything from the early 2000s haha

Do you like to be organized? Do I like it? Yes. Am I organized? NO

Have you ever failed a class before? oh yes

Ever been judged because of your weight? All the time. Not so much as an adult tho

What is your favorite breakfast cereal? The sugary bad ones, ha.

Ever had a wish come true? Nope

Do you regret meeting any of your exes? No way

Do you own any coloring books? Yes haha those adult ones

What’s the meanest thing someone’s called you? I can’t think of anything specific. Probably fat

Have you ever bullied someone? I likely have, unfortunately :(

Do you ever watch Lifetime? Only for the reality shows

Ever tried to intentionally sabotage someone’s grade? God no

Do you own any brown clothing? Hmmm I don’t think so

What color are your walls painted? White.

Last thing you drank: I’m drinking decaf coffee 

Have you ever seen a tornado in person? Noooo.

Do you have an inground pool at your house? Nope

What is the first digit of your phone number?  9

What’s the prettiest town you’ve been to? Anywhere in England

Do you tend to sleep a lot? yes and no. I’m taking sleeping meds but it’s hard for me to fall asleep

Silver or gold jewelry? Silver

Do you sometimes celebrate holidays early? Not usually. My boyfriends family Is out of state tho

Have you ever been in love? Yes.

What’s the best gift you’ve ever received? My unborn child

When was the last time you showered? Last night

Would you consider yourself attractive? Sometimes yes

Has anyone made you mad today? Nope

Favorite smell: Vanilla

Are you afraid of insects? I wouldn't say afraid

Do you have any children? I’ve got one cookin in the oven haha

If so, what are their names? I’ll tell you when I know the gender

Would ever consider having children in the future? MORE children? Lets see how traumatized this first one is haha

Have you ever lived on a farm? No.

Ever played any sports? Oh yes, played soccer till I was 18 

Do both of your parents have jobs? They're both retired from jobs they were at for 40+ years

Where is the best place you’ve been on vacation to? Its a tie between South Africa, London and Colorado

Are you afraid people won’t accept you? Not anymore. Being an adult means getting over that haha

Are you, for the most part, an honest person? I try to be

Did you make prank phone calls as a child? oh yes!

Do you like to make donations? Yeah.

What is your current ringtone? Just the standard apple ringtone

Meet anyone from your past lately? No.

Have you ever called a teen suicide line? No.

Have you ever caught something on fire? Not that I can think of

Ever been obsessed with a show? Ive been obsessed with many shows

What type of perfume or cologne do you use? English Laundry Signature

What’s the last book you read? The book that Ted Bundys girlfriend wrote

Dream career: Zooologist

Have you ever climbed a mountain before? Yes, in Colorado

At what age do you plan to get married? Not sure, we aren't in a rush to marry

Ever been in a car accident? Yes, three

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99 Question Tag

okay okay I know i got tagged to do this like a month ago on my main blog by @santonicababy iM SORRY LIN ILY BUT THIS WAS SO DAMN LONG

1) DO YOU SLEEP WITH YOUR CLOSET DOORS OPEN OR CLOSED

I sleep in the room where everybodies closets are and they all gotta be closed goddamn do you know how spooky it is to even have one open during the night

2) DO YOU TAKE THE SHAMPOOS AND CONDITIONER BOTTLES FROM HOTELS

my parents do, but alas I don't use them in case they have silicones or sulphates in them because I got a whole lotta curls to protect

3)DO YOU SLEEP WITH YOUR SHEETS TUCKED IN OR OUT?

if this refers to the sheet protecting the mattress, then my answer is in because how the fuck would you be able to sleep with that moving around???

4) HAVE YOU STOLEN A STREET SIGN BEFORE

NO SORRY IM BORING

5)DO YOU LIKE TO USE POST IT NOTES

heck yeah, but for random shit

6) DO YOU EVER CUT OUT COUPONS BUT THEN NEVER USE THEM

nee my parents are fancy fuckers who use the coupons on their phone (our local supermarket has a damn app skskksksk)

7) WOULD YOU RATHER BE ATTACKED BY A BIG BEAR OR A SWARM OF BEES

a bear because its one giant son of a bitch and not millions of tiny motherfuckers and also I've never been stung by a bee and intend to keep it that way because majority of my family seem to be allergic

8) DO YOU HAVE FRECKLES

nope! I have a couple beauty spots on my hands and face but thats kinda it

9) DO YOU ALWAYS SMILE FOR PICTURES

not really but if I've been told to smile then its 200% dead inside

10) WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST PET PEEVE

i find many things annoying

11)DO YOU EVER COUNT YOUR STEPS WHEN YOU WALK

only when i go up and down stairs, but i also try to make sure i step with each foot equally (if that makes sense) and i step on only certain colour tiles when im bored

12) HAVE YOU EVER PEED IN THE WOODS

the real question is have i ever been in the woods? both answers are no

13) HAVE YOU EVER POOPED IN THE WOODS

refer to question 12

14)ummmm idk what this question is meant to be curse you Lin

15)DO YOU CHEW YOUR PENS AND PENCILS

nope, the idea weirds me out

16) HOW MANY PEOPLE HAVE YOU SLEPT WITH THIS WEEK

none, this week and in general

17) WHAT SIZE IS YOUR BED

one person and a long yet smol doggo size

18) WHAT IS YOUR SONG OF THE WEEK

Eddie from the Rocky Horror Picture Show has been stuck in my head for the whole week so yeah i guess that

19)IS IT OKAY FOR GUYS TO WEAR PINK

HeLL YEAH DUDE HAVE YOU SEEN RAMI MALEK IN PINK

SKSKSKSKS END MY LIFE

but yeah, anyone can wear anything they want to wear (although a suit made out of meat might not be wise)

20) DO YOU STILL WATCH CARTOONS

dudeeeee scooby doo and tom and jerry are my jam I watch them on the regular (among other things)

21)WHAT IS YOUR LEAST FAVOURITE MOVIE

uhhm idkkkkk I tend to repress bad movies sksksk

22)WHERE WOULD YOU BURY HIDDEN TREASURE IF YOU HAD SOME

idk shove it in the closet ig at least it will be hidden behind my sexuality

23)WHAT DO YOU DRINK WITH DINNER

I usually only drink before or after but ig water??? cooldrink if I'm in a restaurant

24)WHAT DO YOU DIP A CHICKEN NUGGET IN

depends on the nug

25)WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE FOOD

How dare you assume i only have one favourite

tbh it depends cos i love pizza and pasta and stuff but then i cannot live with my granny's curries ksksmks

26) WHAT MOVIES COULD YOU WATCH OVER AND OVER AGAIN AND STILL LOVE

borhap, sing street, rhps, the natm movies, the harry potter movies, any mcu movies

27)LAST PERSON YOU KISSED/KISSED YOU

ahhahahahahahha bold of you to assume anyone wants to do that

28) WERE YOU EVER A BOY/GIRL SCOUT

nope but I was a catrobat which is basically my preschools acrobatics team that was actually really terrible

29)WOULD YOU EVER STRIP OR POSE NUDE IN A MAGAZINE

nahh m8

30) WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU WROTE A LETTER TO SOMEONE ON PAPER

this week for a transactional task at school (It was in Afrikaans and I got a C skskskks)

31)CAN YOU CHANGE THE OIL IN A CAR

omg no

32)EVER GOTTEN A SPEEDING TICKET

not old enough to drive!

33)EVER RAN OUT OF GAS

my parents never have for as long as i can remember

34)WHATS YOUR FAVOURITE KINDA SANDWHICH

cheese because I am actually John Deacon

35)BEST THING TO EAT FOR BREAKFAST

MUFFINS!!!!

36)WHAT IS YOUR USUAL BEDTIME

school nights its 11pm otherwise i dont have one lol

37)ARE YOU LAZY

YES BUT MY LAZINESS MAKES ME ANXIOUS OOF

38)WHEN YOU WERE A KID WHAT DID YOU DRESS UP AS FOR HALLOWEEN

we dont celebrate that here but i rly want to it seems fun!

39)WHAT IS YOUR CHINESE ASTROLOGICAL SIGN

Ram, which is really cool because im an Aries, so I'm sheep squared

40)HOW MANY LANGUAGES CAN YOU SPEAK

English, Afrikaans (at a basic highschool level), I could speak very vERY basic isiZulu when I was younger but I'm not sure about now, I know a bit of French and Telugu, and I'm gonna start learning Hindi soon!!

41) DO YOU HAVE ANY MAGAZINE SUBSCRIPTIONS

nee

42) WHICH ARE BETTER, LEGOS OR LINCOLN LOGS

i didn't play much with legos and i have no idea what the second one is rip

43)ARE YOU STUBBORN

to an extent

44)WHO IS BETTER, LENO OR LETTERMAN

I kept reading Leno as Lenin ffs

45)EVER WATCH SOAP OPERAS

I watch them occasionally with my granny, but I don't keep up with them very well (Kasamh Se is my shit tho)

46)ARE YOU AFRAID OF HEIGHTS

no, im afraid of falling in general tho

47) DO YOU SING IN THE CAR

My dad and I bop frequently to Never Gonna Give You Up in the car, and also classic bollywood songs (we have even learnt the choreography for some)

48)DO YOU SING IN THE SHOWER

i perform

49) DO YOU DANCE IN THE CAR

well theres not exactly much space

50)EVER USED A GUN

nope

51)LAST TIME YOU GOT A PORTRAIT TAKEN BY A PHOTOGRAPHER

not sure

52)DO YOU THINK MUSICALS ARE CHEESY

most are but thats why i like them

53) IS CHRISTMAS STRESSFUL

we don't celebrate because we're not Christian (we still eat a lot and exchange presents tho), but it can get stressful if we have to visit extended family, mostly because my extended family loves to insult everything about me so thats great!

54)EVER EAT A PIEROGI

not i good sir

55) FAVOURITE TYPE OF FRUIT PIE

never had one, it doesnt appeal to me

56) OCCUPATIONS YOU WANTED TO BE WHEN YOU WERE A KID

a vet

57)DO YOU BELIEVE IN GHOSTS

i am a ghost

58)EVER HAD A DEJA-VU FEELING

not that i remember

59)DO YOU TAKE A VITAMIN DAILY

yes, I take a multi vitamin, a vitamin D pill because I'm vitamin D deficient, and im not sure if this is a vitamin or not but i take evening primrose oil so that im not outwardly a bitch due to pms

60)DO YOU WEAR SLIPPERS

i wear slipper socks, because my doggo got jealous of my doggie slippers and murdered them in cold blood

61)DO YOU WEAR A BATH ROBE

i have one and rarely use it because i forget it exists

62)WHAT DO YOU WEAR TO BED

a random shirt and pants, though ive been known to kick pants off (ive been doing that since birth), occasionally i manage to get the matching pj set

63)WHAT WAS YOUR FIRST CONCERT

ive unfortunately never been to a concert before

64)WALMART TARGET OR KMART

ive never seen any of these stores in my country

65)NIKE OR ADIDAS

i own neither

66) CHEETOS OR FRITOS

neither

67)PEANUTS OR SUNFLOWER SEEDS

Peanuts because thats my doggos name!

68) EVER HEARD OF THE GROUP TRES BIEN

no sorry

69)EVER TAKE DANCE LESSONS

i went to a bhangra class for about a year, and we performed for our parents at the end of that year (i was in one of the few groups that didnt have to dance in lehengas thank goodness)

70)IS THERE A PROFESSION YOU PICTURE

YOUR FUTURE SPOUSE DOING

probably something creative, but I don't mind as long as they're happy with what they're doing and its not harming others!

71)CAN YOU CURL YOUR TONGUE

yep

72)EVER WON A SPELLING BEE

never entered one, having to spell out loud makes me anxious

73)HAVE YOU EVER CRIED BECAUSE YOU WERE SO HAPPY

i think so

74)OWN ANY RECORD ALBUMS

nope

75)OWN A RECORD PLAYER

i wish

76)DO YOU REGULARLY BURN INCENSE

my granny burns incense while I'm at school because my mom and i both get really sick when its just been lit and the smell is strong. Going to the temple is a damn nightmare because of it

77)EVER BEEN IN LOVE

no, too busy fangirling

78)WHO WOULD YOU LIKE TO SEE IN CONCERT

oof a long list

Queen, Twenty One Pilots, Waterparks, Frank Iero and the Future Violents (ffs fronk stop changin the name), Panic! at the Disco...to name a few

79)WHAT WAS THE LAST CONCERT YOU SAW

refer to question 63

80)HOT TEA OR COLD TEA

both

81)TEA OR COFFEE

coffee

82)SUGAR COOKIES OR SNICKERDOODLES

sugar cookies

83)CAN YOU SWIM WELL

i wouldn't drown, but im no professional either

84)CAN YOU HOLD YOUR BREATH WITHOUT HOLDING YOUR NOSE

im doing it right now

85)ARE YOU PATIENT

eh

86)DJ OR BAND AT A WEDDING

I've only ever been to Hindi,Tamil and Telugu weddings and lemme tell you 90% of the time bands flop at those weddings because they can't sing the classics without failing miserably, so DJs are generally better. However, in that case, if a band can perform those songs, then I'd prefer a band ig

87)EVER WON A CONTEST

yep, a couple of reading contests

88)HAVE YOU EVER HAD PLASTIC SURGERY

nope, not planning on it

89)WHICH ARE BETTER, BLACK OR GREEN OLIVES

dont like olives rip

90)CAN YOU KNIT OR CROCHET

i can knit!

in fact, my friends and i are so cool that we're in our schools knitting club (which besides myself, @grandfunnyemopainter and @imjustabruh , only has 2 other members)

91)BEST ROOM FOR A FIREPLACE

lounge or study/library

92)DO YOU WANT TO GET MARRIED

i guess, its not on my goal list tho

93)IF MARRIED, HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN MARRIED

no

94)WHO WAS YOUR HIGHSCHOOL CRUSH

currently in highschool, and in love with the borhap cast, sebastian stan, stephanie beatriz and band members (theres more but yeah)

95)DO YOU CRY AND THROW A FIT UNTIL YOU GET YOUR OWN WAY

nope, i have only two ways to deal, be a total pushover or a total bitch

96)DO YOU HAVE KIDS

nope

97)DO YOU WANT KIDS

kind of undecided, but i do want more pets

98)WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE COLOUR

Dark Blue

99)DO YOU MISS ANYONE RIGHT NOW

my dog, shes been ignoring me for about four hours now because I stayed at school for an extra hour (for knitting club!)

@softspaceboibrian @roger-taylor-owns-my-wigg @im-inlovewithmycar do it cowards

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An Awkward Tech: Part 2

Summary: It is time for the “next time” dinner!

Part 1 – Part 3 – Part 4 – Part 5 – Part 6 – Part 7 – Part 8– Part 9 – Part 10

A few days passed and you and Matt continued having small conversations over text. You would text him to complain about your stupid paper and annoying classmates and he would fire back with complaints about his brothers and classmates as a show of understanding. At some point you guys decided you would have your “next time” dinner the night after your paper was due to celebrate. Ally fully interrogated you when she got home the next morning since you and Matt were texting nonstop from when she walked in to after she came back to the kitchen after a shower. She fully approved your crush, since apparently she had been trying to find a way to introduce Matt to you from the moment she saw him the first day of class. When you told Matt all you shared with her, you left off that comment from Ally. That would be something you would share if you ever started dating.

Right after you turned in your paper, you text Matt that you were finally done, and to see if he would finally tell you where he got reservations for tomorrow, since apparently you finishing your term paper required going to a restaurant that needs a reservation.

5:40 pm: no, I’m not going to tell you the name of the restaurant, but you need to wear something nice

5:43 pm: sir, why must we go to a restaurant that requires nice clothes

5:46 pm: cuz I want to treat you. Papers are hard, and that virus must have caused a lot of stress

5:48 pm: oh yeah, definitely ;P

5:53 pm: why do I even talk with you :p

5:57 pm: cuz ya like me

5:58 pm: maybe

6:02 pm: okay, yeah, “maybe”. Can you please tell me the name of the restaurant? I want to look up the menu

6:07 pm: I’m not gonna tell you. But they serve pasta so you’ll be good.

6:10 pm: you know me so well, ya nerd

6:12 pm:  yeah i do and am. you’re a nerd too, so I wouldn’t be talking ma’am

6:14 pm: shut up

6:16 pm: fun fact I haven’t spoken a word out loud in an hour so I can’t shut up, I’m already shut

6:17 pm: YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN SIR!

6:19 pm: I do but I enjoy messing with you. I gotta go, we are having dinner with our parents tonight. Pick you up at 5:30 tomorrow

6:21 pm: have a good evening. See you tomorrow :)

You spent most of the day talking with Ally about the possibility of Matt actually really liking you, and that is why you are going to a nice restaurant. She also convinced you to let her do your hair and makeup for the dinner because what are friends for. Around 5 you changed into your favorite dress and flats and sat and waited for Matt to arrive. You hoped he would arrive early, because you were excited and wanted to spend as much time with him as possible.

As you had hoped, Matt knocked on your apartment door ten minutes early. You greeted him with a hug and asked if he wanted to come in or leave now, he opted to come in for a moment. As he walked to the couch, you took note of his outfit, a pale blue dress shirt and dark grey slacks. After you shut the door, you joined him on the couch.

“So, uhh, will you tell me the name of the restaurant now?”

“Nope. You’ll find out when we get there.”

“Fine… I really like your outfit, it looks really nice on you.”

“Oh, uh, thank you. I really like your dress. You look pretty, like always.”

At some point Ally had entered the room from her own, and you didn’t notice. “Will you two just make out or something already, like seriously.”

“ALLY! Really, why are you like this. We should head out now, shouldn’t we Matt?”

“Yeah, uhh we should.”

You followed Matt to a nice looking black sedan. He opened up your door for you and closed it before getting in himself. The drive was quiet except for the radio and the passing traffic, because of the residual awkwardness from Ally’s perfectly timed comment. Matt broke the silence to tell you that you were almost there, and when he pulled into the driveway you realized he made reservations at one of the nicest Italian restaurants in the city. He pulled up to the valet station and was out of the car and at your door before you could even process that this was really happening. He offered his hand to assist you with getting out of the car, then offered his arm to lead you into the restaurant.

A nice hostess stood behind a desk and greeted you both when you walked in. “Good evening and welcome. Mr. Organa-Solo, what a pleasure it is to see you tonight. If you two would please follow me, your table is ready.” She lead the two of you to a slightly secluded booth in the corner, “As requested, sir, and James will be your server for the evening. Enjoy.”

“Matt, you didn’t have to bring me to a place this nice. And why does the hostess know you?”

“I did have to, and I’ll tell you why in a moment. Also, my family comes here often, my mom is a senator.”

“She is a what?!”

“My mom is Leia Organa, the well-known sassy hard-headed senator.”

“Oh my god. And that is why your last name sounded familiar. Now, can you please tell me why you brought me here?”

Right after you said that, James arrived to take your drink order and bring you a basket of bread. After he left Matt spoke up, “Uhh, well, umm, there are two reasons. One is that I wanted to make sure I definitely covered what you paid for our whole meal last week, because that is who I am….”

“Okay, and the second reason?”

“Well, you see, Ally kind of got my feelings right earlier. Well, I don’t want to necessarily make out with you right now, but I do really like you (y/n). And I would like to know if this could count as our first date, if you like me too.”

“Oh, Matt. I really like you too. I would love for this to be our first date.”

“Really?!”

“Yes, I was going to ask you out on a date at the end of the night if you didn’t, so…”

“Oh my goodness, I can’t believe this. I thought you just liked me as a friend or something like that.”

“I thought the same thing about you!”

The night went on perfectly fine after that. No awkward silences, only pleasant conversation, some giggles, and one game of footsie that you accidentally initiated when you stretched out your leg. You both enjoyed your meals and shared a nice dessert.

While you waited for the valet to bring back the car, Matt asked if you wanted to visit his favorite place to go and think in the middle of the night. Not wanting the night to be over yet you agreed.

Matt drove you to some type of small warehouse building, and when he got out of the car, you stayed put because of his apparent need to open doors for you, and you weren’t going to complain.

As he lead you around the building to a locked gate he explained that his family owned the building and it was currently his brother’s art studio, but the roof was mainly his. He lead you through the courtyard before going into the building and up a stairwell to reach the roof. Once there, Matt flipped a switch on the wall at the top landing then opened the door to a roof covered in various potted plants from succulents to roses to vegetables, a few benches, a picnic table, and it was all illuminated by a lot of white string lights.

“Oh, Matt, this is beautiful! Did you put all of this together yourself?”

“Mostly. My mom taught me how to tend to a lot of the plants and chose some out herself, and I had help from my brothers to bring up the benches and table. It is calming to care for all these plants, and sometimes when my brothers are annoying me or I can’t sleep I come here to relax and let my mind wander.”

“Wow, I wish I had a place like this. I just end up laying in bed the whole time.”

“Well, since we are dating, anytime you feel the need to come here just let me know and I’ll come and take you. I even keep a sleeping bag and tent in the shed for really bad nights. I guess I should get another sleeping bag for you.”

“Aww, that is so sweet of you Matt.”

The two of you continued to sit next to each other on the bench you ended up on in comfortable silence. You held his hand and rested your head on his shoulder while just watching the distant city lights and enjoying the peaceful atmosphere. A few times Matt placed a kiss on the top of your head which made you smile. After awhile, he lightly squeezed your hand so you slightly lifted your head in order to look at him and smiled when you locked eyes.

“Thank you for coming up here with me. You are the first non-family member to come up here.”

“It is my pleasure, I didn’t and don’t want the night to end. It feels like an honor to be the first outsider up here. Thank you for tonight Matty, I have really enjoyed it.”

You both looked at each other for a moment longer before you leaned in for a kiss. It was a sweet and innocent kiss that left you both blushing and smiling like fools.

“I, umm, have really enjoyed tonight, too. Can I uh kiss you again?”

“Yes, Matt, please.”

This time Ally’s tease from earlier became reality. Matt got you to sit across his lap and held your waist, and, to help yourself keep your torso turned, you cupped his head in your hands. The kisses were long and passionate, you were the first one to involve your tongue but after Matt realized what you wanted, he matched you in dominance. You eventually parted and rested your foreheads together while you caught your breath.

The two of you just sat there holding each other for awhile longer, before you both decided that if you stayed out any longer you would be unable to escape the torment of teasing from your nosy roommates about what you had to have done on such a long date.

When you arrived at your complex, Matt walked you to your door before leaving you with a goodnight kiss and wishing you luck with Ally’s inevitable interrogation. You told him to text when he got home, wished him luck with his brothers, and gave him one last hug and kiss before unlocking your door.

You were greeted by Ally sitting on the couch in her pjs just waiting for you to enter. “Sooo, how was dinner?”

“It went well. He took me to a nice Italian restaurant that his family frequents, and I found out that his mom is Senator Leia Organa.”

“Anything else you would like to add, like maybe the reason it is almost 11 and you left at 5:30?”

“Well, he asked me if the dinner could count as our first date, to which I said yes. Then after dinner he took me to his rooftop garden that is on top of his brother’s art studio. And now I am back and he is driving home.”

“(y/n) I know you are leaving out more details, you know I need everything. So spill woman! Did things get spicy?”

“Not in the way you are thinking Ally. We just sat and talked for a bit, then just sat. He kissed the crown of my head a few times, then we actually kissed and made out for a bit.”

“Sounds romantic, you guys seem too sweet already, I don’t think I could handle a double date with you two.”

“Okay Ally, whatever you say. I’m going to bed, goodnight.”

“Goodnight (y/n).”

Once you got into bed, your phone buzzed with a bunch of texts from Matt.

11 pm: I’m home.

My brothers are already in bed or out. I’m safely in bed now so I think I have escaped the interrogation for tonight

Wait I just heard a door open, at least one of them heard me come in, I don’t think I actually esacaped

I was right, they both ambushed me with questions in my room

11:05 pm: oh no. Ally was legit just sitting on the couch in silence waiting for me when I walked in. she wasnt that bad thankfully

11:30 pm: I SURVIVED!!!! They wouldnt believe me when I said we only kissed. They are lumps but i finnally convinced them

11:32 pm: Ally beleived me, thank god, but she caught on that i left out details in the begining

She also said she would never go on a double date with us because we are already “too sweet”

11:35 pm: oh goodness…

You had begun to drift off to sleep waiting for his response after his interrogation, and fell asleep before you could type out “goodnight.”

11:45 pm: I am going to assume you fell asleep. Goodnight sweetheart ❤

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Jihae's Backstory

(finally, after so long. i am done typing up JIhae's backstory! ENjoy~!!)

*1992; Seoul, South Korea*

Rain hits the ground hard, wetting the streets and sidewalks as people rush inside restaurants and bars to seek shelter, all expect two people who continue down the street carrying and protecting a small box. The two people walk up the steps of a house and place the small box on the stoop out of the rain then one looks at the other.

“Are…..Are you sure about this? I-I mean, leaving him here?” the hesitant one asks, looking down at the box with worried eyes. The other person holds the hesitant one’s hand tightly, pulling them from their kneeling position then gives a sad smile while ringing the doorbell. The two run off as the lights inside the house come on and dogs barking can be heard. The door opens revealing a man in dark blue pj bottoms with a matching top who has dark brown hair, brown eyes and tan skin. Behind the man is another man with black hair, large brown eyes and pale skin wearing the same pjs as the first male but only in purple.

“Who is it Jiyoung?” the second man asks, rubbing his eyes trying to get the sleep out of them. The first man, Jiyoung, looks outside and around, but shrugs not seeing anyone then starts to close the door but freezes hearing tiny cries. The two men look down to see the box and the man in purple kneels next to it. He opens it and his eyes widen seeing what is in the box. Inside is a tiny baby, which looks only to be a few weeks old, wrapped tightly in a thick blanket to keep it warm and a note attached to him. Jiyoung grabs the note while the other man holds the baby.

“’Dear sir or ma’am, please take care of our son. We cannot afford to raise him and we hope you will give him love. He does not have a name as fear of us getting attached. Thank you’ these people just left their child….how could someone?” the man in blue says and looks at the other male, “Ryohae, what should-“

The brunette male stops and gives a small and loving smile at the sight if the raven haired male, Ryohae, cradling and rocking the baby while smiling at him. Jiyoung walks into the house after grabbing the box and shutting the door then makes his way over to the other male.

“Look at him Younggie~. He is beautiful~” Ryohae says and smiles more as the baby grabs his finger. The brunette smiles and rubs the baby’s cheek with his finger then looks at the other male who has hopeful eyes and the brunette knows exactly what he wants.

“Ryo, are you sure? I know we have talked about it, but still,” Jiyoung says, a tad bit nervous about the response.

“Yes Younggie, I love you and I want a family with you. Please honey?” Ryohae says looking at the baby, “he has nowhere else to go either.”

The brunette nods and holds the smaller male close to him then they both look down at the baby. The two males smiles as the child opens his eyes and he coos adorably.

“He still needs a name though,” Jiyoung says and looks at his partner. The raven haired male thinks then smiles at baby who coos and the perfect name pops into his head.

“Song Jihae. It’s a combination of both of our names,” Ryohae says and is kissed by the other male.

*1996; Seoul, South Korea*

“Careful, Jiyoung. I don’t wanna go to the hospital today,” Ryohae says from the bottom of the ladder and he gives a worried glance at his partner at the top of it. Jiyoung finishes putting up the decorations and starts to carefully get off the ladder.

“What do you think~?” the brunette asks gesturing to everything, “think our boy will like it~?”

The raven haired male smiles and nods, putting an arm around the brunette’s waist. The two look over hearing tiny footsteps approaching them and they see a four year old with shaggy brown hair and large brown eyes wearing a pink shirt with white overalls over it.

“Jihae, what are you doing up baby?” Ryohae asks and picks the child up, “you are supposed to be napping for later.”

Jihae snuggles close to his father and looks up with his large eyes then gives an innocent smile.

“Jiji wanna help daddy and papa! Jiji don’t need nappy no more!” the four year old says and hugs the raven haired male’s neck. Jiyoung smiles at the two and hears the doorbell. The brunette opens the door and smiles seeing the people for the party.

“Jiji, look who’s here~” Jiyoung says, opening the door more to let the toddler see his friends and family. Jihae squeals and runs to his friends then the group of four year olds run to the backyard to play. The adults smile and watch over the children playing.

“Any thoughts on how he will react to your surprise?” one woman asks, grabbing a drink from the cooler. Ryohae looks at Jihae, who is giggling, then gives a small smile and looks at the woman.

“I think he’ll be excited, but Jiyoung and I are telling him later after everyone leaves,” the raven haired male says and sips his soda.

*after the party*

Jiyoung smiles watching Jihae play with his new toys and he bends down to pick up the 4 year old.

“Come on Jiji, time to go to dreamland~” the brunette says and holds the child close to him then carries him upstairs. Jihae cuddles close to his father and rubs his eyes with his tiny hands. Ryohae follows behind them with a soft smile on his face and he gets in front of the two to open the door. The raven haired male goes to the dresser as his partner gets the child out of his play clothes. The two adults work as a team to get the toddler ready for bed and they sit on the edges of said bed.

“Did you have a good birthday Jiji~?” Jiyoung asks, grinning when his child nods, “well, papa and I have a surprise for you~.”

“What daddy~!? What Jiji surprise~?!” Jihae asks, giggling.

“Papa and I are gonna adopt another baby~. You’re gonna be a big brother~” the brunette says and his smile gets bigger as the 4 year old hugs them while squealing. The two adults look at each other with matching smiles and they hold hands.

*2008; Gangnam-Gu, Seoul, South Korea*

Jihae sits by himself at a desk watching as his classmates talk with one another and he continues to read his notes for an upcoming test.

“KYAH, IT’S HIM~!” one girl yells breaking the brunette male’s concentration as she looks at her phone with her friends, “He is SOOOO hot~!! Plus he is SOOO rich~!!”

Jihae rolls his eyes and continues to look over his notes until his phone went off then he pulls it out and looks at the text. His eyes widen and he starts packing up his things into his backpack right as the teacher walks into the classroom.

“Mr. Son, what do you think you are doing? Class is beginning,” the teacher says, causing other students to laugh then she notices the look on his face, “what’s wrong?”

“i-I need to go to the hospital! M-My brother collapsed!” Jihae says, making the laughter stop and become silent in the room. The teacher nods and watches as the brunette male rushes out of the classroom.

*At the hospital*

Jihae looks around the waiting room and sees his family. Ryohae stands up and hugs the eldest child tightly while trying to be calm. “Papa, what happened?” the brunette male asks sitting down from them. “We don’t know exactly. Minhyuk’s school called us and said that during gym, he sudden collapsed and unresponsive. They called an ambulance and we headed here after picking Ryuhyun and Taejin from school and daycare,” the raven haired male says, petting the hair of the sleeping 5 year old next to him, “your dad is back with Minhyuk and the doctor now.”

Jihae nods and holds his younger sister in his arms as they wait. An hour later, Jiyoung walks out to the waiting room looking much older than he is and sits next to his husband.  

“Dad….what’s going on?” Jihae asks, reaching over and puts his hand on his father’s hand.

“The doctor says he has a bone marrow disease……he needs several bone marrow transplant surgeries,” the older brunette says and squeezes his eldest child’s hand.

“Honey….we can’t afford that along with our bills….we wouldn’t be able to get food,” Ryohae says, worried.

“We will just have to be careful with our money. It’s the only way,” Jiyoung says and kisses his husband’s hand with a weak smile. The 18 year old watches his parents then looks down at his sleeping sister.

“I’ll take the kids home, you stay and update me,” the brunette adult says and begins to stand up when he is pushed down.

“I’ll take them home, dad. You and papa stay with Minhyuk,” Jihae says and hold his youngest sibling while his sister wakes up.

“Are you sure? We don’t know when we will be home,” the raven haired male says with a worried glance at the eldest.

“It’s not like I haven’t watched them overnight before. I’ll be fine,” the 18 year old says and smiles as his sister, who is fully awake, holds his hand tightly.

“Ok Jiji, I have some money on me for takeout tonight,” Jiyoung says and places money into the eldest child’s hand.

*A week later*

Jihae walks home from school, thinking of ways to help his parents make money to pay for his brother’s surgery. He pauses at a crosswalk and sees a “help wanted” sign outside of a building. The brunette quickly crosses the street and he walks into the building. He heads down a flight of stairs and is surprised to see what looks like a small speakeasy.

“Can I help you?” a person asks and Jihae turns around to see a man walking up to him with two petite males on either side of him dressed in slightly revealing clothes. The brunette blushes and stands up tall, pushing his shoulders back.

“I-I would like a job please!” he says and his blush darkens as the two petite males giggle. The man walks up to him and places his hands on his chin, moving his head side to side.

“Well, aren’t you a beauty~?” the man says and starts feeling the 18 year old up, “slim waist but wide hips~.”

Jihae stands still as the man touches all over then closes his eyes as he gets close to his face again. This is for his family; he needs to remind himself that. The brunette opens his eyes when the hands come off of his body and he sees the man smirking.

“Yes, I think you’ll fit in here just lovely~” the man says and puts his arms around the petite males’ waists, “you start tonight at 8. Don’t be late~”

*that night*

Jihae packs his backpack with a change of clothes and he kisses his sister’s forehead. He walks out of the room to see Ryohae on the couch watching TV and he kisses his father’s cheek.

“I still can’t believe you have a job at night…..I’m worried for when you get off later,” the raven haired male says and holds the 18 year old’s hand. Jihae smiles and squeezes his father’s hand while standing up and fixing his backpack over his shoulders.

“Don’t worry papa. I will be fine. I love you guys,” the brunette says and leaves the house. He takes a deep breath and he hops on the bike then heads to the building. The 18 year old looks at his phone and sees that it is only 7:30 then he heads inside. He is surprised to be meet with loud music inside the place and sees his boss by the bar watching over the dancers then sees him look over at the entrance. “Oh, the little cutie is here early~. I will have one of the dancers show you the dressing room so you can get ready. I have a regular client requesting a new dancer for him,” the man says and motions for one dancer to walk up. A young man walks up with a soft smile and has Jihae follow behind him toward the back. “The boss says he wants you in the VIP area. You are very lucky” the dancer says with a soft voice and looks through the costumes then pulls out a baby pink one for the 18 year old to change into. The brunette quickly changes and is shown where the hall where the VIP rooms are practicing what he has to do and say. Jihae walks down a hall with music and lights blaring behind him. He stops in front of a door then looks up to see the words “private VIP room 1” written on it. He opens the door and sees a young man sitting on the couch with his shirt undone at the top few buttons with bottles of alcohol on the table, 2 empty and 3 full. Jihae closes the door behind him, gaining the attention of the young man, and walks over swaying his hips the entire time to the man then sits in his lap.

“Hello stranger, what can I do for you~?” the brunette asks like he practiced and he squeaks as he is pinned under the man.

“I want you~” the man says and starts licking his neck. Jihae whines and closes his eyes, letting pleasure take over his body.

“w-what should I call you?” the brunette questions and moans as he is grinded against.

“You may call me….J-Hope~” the man says and begins to take off his clothes.

*3 years later; 2011, Gangnam, Seoul, South Korea*

Jihae sits in the bar and he sips on a drink the bartender made for him. He hears someone walk down the steps and sees J-Hope walk in with a big smile on his face upon seeing the now blonde male. “Hey you~” the raven haired male says and sits next to the blonde and takes his hand. Jihae smiles lightly and rubs his hand with his thumb. Over the last 3 years, he has gotten to know this mysterious male very well and has fallen in love with him….only the raven haired male doesn’t know yet. “You ready to go back to your room~?” the blonde asks and gets up from the stool. The two men go to the private room where they first meet and the blonde sits on the couch with his legs crossed. J-Hope keeps standing making Jihae raise an eyebrow at him. “Is something wrong Hope?” the blonde asks and holds his hand. The raven haired male sits next to him and tightens his grip on his hand. “I-I wanna ask you something important….” The male says and holds the other close. “What’s wrong?” Jihae asks a little worried. The raven haired male takes a deep breath and looks into his eyes.

“I want you to leave this place and come move in with me…..as my boyfriend,” J-Hope says which catches the blonde off guard. Jihae looks into his eyes to see if he is kidding and all he sees is love and admiration.

“Y-Yes!” Jihae says and hugs him tightly while kissing him, “oh, hope, I am so happy~!!”

“Actually….my name is Hoseok….Jung Hoseok,” the raven haired male says and smiles as he is kissed gently

*Present day*

Jihae sits up in bed and he rubs his eyes. He looks around and sees that he is in Hoseok and his apartment. The blue haired male gets out of bed and smiles lightly seeing who is on the couch. Jaehyun and Minjun are asleep, cuddling up to one another and he quietly heads back to the bedroom. He leans against the door and puts a hand on his belly.

“Don’t worry baby…..i will take care of you,” Jihae says and lies back down.

[omgdatphantho]

Just Dan

Part 5

Summary: Dan and Phil finally sit down to talk

Warning: Angst, Arguing

Word Count: 3,298

A/N: Well this is it you guys. The story has finally come to an end. I hope you enjoyed reading this series as much as I enjoyed writing it. Also, I want to make it clear that the way Dan acts in this story doesn’t apply to all genderfluid people. This is a work of fiction and needs to be viewed as such.

Part 4

Masterpost

Ao3

Fanfic Masterlist

By the time Phil get to the cafe, the sky has become overcast and a slight chilled breeze drifts through the air. The flannel shirt he's wearing is barely keeping him warm and he wraps his arms around himself. The combination of nerves and chilly air has caused him to shiver.

He pauses on the pavement and peers inside. A warm, inviting amber light spills through the windows. People move around in a relaxed manner as if the world has ceased to exist outside. Phil enters and is immediately overpowered by the scent of coffee and baked goods. Warmth begins to to spread throughout his chilled body.

Dan's sitting in the corner of the cafe in an overstuffed armchair. There’s a latte cooling on the coffee table in front of him. He picks it up and curls his hands around the mug. His eyes dart to the door everytime it opens. Then he  releases his held breath once he realizes that it isn't Phil.

As he was to talk himself out the meeting for the eighth time, the door opens once again. Dan's breath catches and his throat constricts as his eyes sweep over Phil. Dark skinny jeans cling tight to his legs and his red flannel shirt fits to his upper body as if it's a second skin. His eyes are wide as he scans the space and elation lights up his face when he catches sight of Dan. He waves at him, when holds up a finger to ask him to hold on while getting in the queue. Dan nods and lets out his held breath.

Phil grabs his drink from the pick-up and weaves his way through the space. He's sitting stiff on the edge of his chair while holding his mug tight between his sweater paws. The grey sweater he's wearing tapers int to accent his slender waist. A black knitted hat slouches on the back of his hair and he absently keeps checking that it's there. Phil smiles at this and plops down in the opposite chair.

"I wasn't sure if you were going to come." Dan says after a few moments of silence. Phil sits up straighter in his chair.

"I begged you for a meeting and it would be pretty stupid of me to not show up for it." Phil responds. Dan narrows his eyes at him and sends him a look that says 'That's completely something you would do.' Phil shakes his head and a light laugh slips through his lips. "I know, but that the past me. I've changed."

"I find that very hard to believe." Dan replies, his voice is flat and has an edge to it. Phil bites his lip and shifts his eyes off Dan. An awkward pause blooms between them and Phil clears his throat.

"That's why I asked to meet you. A friend of mine has recently pointed out that I've been really unfair and ignorant to you. I would like to correct that." he explains. Dan nods, then shifts uncomfortably in his seat. He takes a long, slightly loud sip of his now lukewarm coffee.

"So what do you want to know?" Dan asks. His voice comes out more shaky than he meant it to. Phil pats his pants before pulling a folded up piece of paper out of his back pocket. With a few flicks of his wrists, the paper lays unfolded in his hands. Dan lets out a snort. "You actually wrote a list?" he asks with a chuckle.

"Yes, I didn't want to forget anything." Phil responds defensively. Dan holds up his hands in surrender.

"Chill man. It's a question." Dan states. Phil closes his eyes and takes a deep breath.

"I'm sorry." Phil apologizes. Dan shrugs. His eyes glance towards the windows to register the fading light. Truthfully, he wants to get this over so he can return to the safety of his bed. “I mean it. I’m sorry for the way I’ve been treating you. You don’t deserve that. Just because I’m being an ignorant arse doesn’t mean that I have to subject you or others to that type of behavior.” Phil’s words come out in a voice that sounds genuine and Dan’s taken aback by the whole thing.

“Um. Thank you for saying so.” Dan manages to get his own words out with minimal fumbling. Phil smiles and Dan gives him a small one in return. They end up staring at each other for roughly a minute.

Dan clears his throat, breaking the silence that had settled over both of them. Phil diverts his eyes away, taking a long sip from his cup. “So what are your questions?” Dan inquires, trying to steer them back to why they’re here. Phil sets his cup down and settles his list into both of his hands. He’s hoping that Dan doesn’t notice the slight shake of his fingers.

“What does being genderfluid mean to you?” Dan wrinkles his nose at the question in a way that tells Phil he doesn’t understand it. “I guess I mean how you would define being genderfluid to yourself?” Phil asks, feeling lucky that his voice sounds steady. Even though he’s already here, he’s starting to second guess himself. Part of him thinks this is all a huge mistake and is trying to convince the rest of him to run as far away from Dan as he can. The other half of Phil is telling him to suck it up and deal with it. This is most likely the only chance he will have to get answers to his questions and make amends with Dan. Each side is making a compelling argument, but Phil’s willing himself to stay put.

Dan snorts, then claps his hand over his nose and mouth with his eyes spread wide. Phil bites on his lower lip. “Sorry,” Dan apologizes. “It sounded like an interview question. I didn’t mean to be rude.” Phil shakes his head.

“It’s alright. It kinda is. I mean I saw it, or a variation or it, in an interview with someone who identifies as genderfluid. I can’t remember who though, but I just thought it would give us a good starting place.” Phil explains. Dan nods, then shrugs.

“I guess it’s who I am. It’s really more of a word to help me explain who I am. I feel like both a girl and a boy, depending on the day or my mood. I move along the identity spectrum.” Dan answers, hoping it’s the response that Phil’s looking for. Phil nods and Dan figures he didn’t do too bad.

“When did you realize that you are genderfluid?” is Phil’s next question. Dan tells of  being different as a child. He talks about wanting to experience more feminine things. His parents were supportive about his exploration. This leads into questions about Dan’s friends and family. That, in turn, leads to questions about clothing preferences. Phil smiles along, absorbing information, and asking whatever pops into his head. Time slips away from them and darkness settles over the town.

“I need to get going.” Dan says, glancing out of the window at the darken sky. Phil nods.

“I do too. Thank you for this.” Phil says with a smile. Dan gives him a small smile in return.

“If I’m honest, this wasn’t as horrible as I thought it would be.” Dan confesses, setting his mug in the return bin.

Phil smiles widely. “I’m glad to hear that. We could hang out like this again sometime.” he says with hope. Dan pinches his mouth tight, the gears in his head turning.

“Maybe. We will have to see.” Dan says in a noncommittal fashion. Phil nods, but a small bit of disappointment takes root in his chest. He would like to hang out with Dan again, but his brain reminds him that he has a long way to go to fix everything.

“Hello?” Pj asks. Dan takes a deep breath.

“I met with Phil.” Dan says, his words rushed together.

“I thought you were going to ignore him.” Pj states. Dan sighs.

“I was, but I changed my mind. I’m allowed to do that.” Dan snarks. Pj snorts.

“Alright. Calm down dude. It’s a question. So what happened?” Pj asks.

“We ran into each other in the hallway and he begged me to talk. I gave in and we met for coffee. I got home from that a moment ago. Now I’m talking to you.” Dan states. Pj snorts.

“Okay, but what did you talk about?” Pj asks.

“About what being genderfluid is like and what it means to me. He actually had questions written down. From what I gathered, he did research at some point. We talked about a bunch of stuff about my life.” Dan informs him.

Pj hums. “How was it?” he asks.

“Not bad. I actually had fun at one point.” Dan says.

“Be careful.” Pj warns.

“Aren’t I always?” Dan questions.

“Well-.” Pj starts, but trails off. Dan huffs.

“Oh hush it.” Dan says before hanging up the phone.

Things seemed to have changed for the better. Aaron and Phil had reconnected after a brief hiatus. Dan and Phil were pleasant to each other at school. Chris and Pj were trying their best to be supportive of Dan’s new found friendship with his former bully.

Dan’s crush was another matter though. It had dissipated slightly after the dance fiasco. The longer that Dan spent in Phil’s company, the stronger it came back.

“Be careful. If he could bully you once, he could do it again.” Pj warned. Dan nodded along, but the words went in one ear and out the other. Phil had changed for the better; Dan was adamant about it.

Dan and Phil were spending more time outside of school together. They met for coffee, took walks in the park, and hung out at each other’s houses. The longer they spent together, the more they learned about each other. They discovered that they share matching passion of reality television and video games. With each passing day, Dan slipped deeper into his crush. To an outsider, it looked like they’re dating each other. Even Pj and Chris questioned Dan on the subject, but he denied it. He had hope though.

Hope is a fragile thing and trust is even more delicate. Everything can be shattered in mere moments and with a few slips of the tongue. Dan rounds the corner in school, heading to home for the day. He comes to a halt. Phil’s backed up against the lockers. Gary and Joe are standing in front of him, pinning him in place. The group hasn’t noticed Dan yet.

“Admit it.” Gary growls.

“Admit what? There’s nothing to admit.” Phil shoots back.

“Admit you’re dating that Girly Boy fag.” Joe demands. Dan bites his lip, stopping him from making a noise. Phil scoffs.

“What are you two even on about?” Phil asks. Gary and Joe roll their eyes.

“We saw you on Saturday. You were at the cafe with Girly Boy and you both looked pretty chummy.” Joe states. Phil thinks back to Saturday.

They had gone to the cafe in the afternoon. They were both craving coffee and a break from their wandering around the shops. The only seat available was a small couch. They were sitting pretty close to each other, but that’s how they always sit; in each other’s spaces.

“It wasn’t like that. We were having coffee.” Phil states. Gary and Joe give matching unconvinced looks.

“Sure you were. Word around is you’ve been spending a lot of time around him. Did you take him home to fuck him?” Gary asks. Phil shakes his head. They did end up at Phil’s after the coffee shop, but to play video games.

“It’s not like that. There’s nothing going on between us.” Phil says.

“Deny all you want, but we see ya. You’re turning into a faggy boy.” Joe states. Phil narrows his eyes.

“No I’m not.” Phil insists.

“Must be to be able to spend all that time around Girly Boy.” Gary spits out. Phil can see Joe cracking his knuckles out of the corner of his eye. Gary pulls his hand back, curling his fingers into a fist.

Phil starts to panic. Gary and Joe look as if they’re about to beat the crap out of him. “I’m not. I barely even like the kid.” The words slipping out of Phil’s mouth unprocessed. A loud gasp echoes through the hall and three heads turn in the direction of the sound. Dan’s still standing in the entrance of the hallways with his mouth open wide.

“Well, well, well. Look who it is, Girly Boy. Didn’t your mumma teach you that it’s rude to eavesdrop?” Gary sneers.

In the blink of an eye, Gary and Joe descend onto Dan. Phil’s standing where they left him, frozen in place and a horrified look on his face. The bullies push Dan to the ground and start kicking him. The whole attack lasts a few minutes, but it feels like ages for both Dan and Phil.

It didn’t take long for Gary and Joe to get bored. They toss Phil one last look before disappearing down the hall. Phil finally breaks out of his stupor and rushes to Dan’s side. Dan’s slowly pulling himself off the ground, already feeling where bruises will form.

“Dan? Are you okay?” Phil asks with concern.

“Fuck off.” Dan spits out. He winces as he stretches out his sore torso.

“Dan? Please?” Phil pleads. He reaches out and lays a hand on Dan’s shoulder. Dan shrugs him off and starts making his way out of the building. Phil walks next to him.

“I said fuck off! Fucking leave me alone you wanker!” Dan yells. Phil stops in his tracks, unsure of what to do. He watches Dan hobble out the door.

Dan shoots off a text to Pj and Chris, then collapses on his bed. Hot, angry tears spill from his eyes. He clings to his pillow as he sobs.

“Dan? Dan? Wake up.” a soothing voice coos. Dan blinks a few times. The sky outside his window is showing the first rays of the sunset. His eyes itch and his body is stiff. He must have cried himself to sleep. When he sits up, he notices Pj and Chris sitting on either side of the bed.

“Are you okay?” Chris asks. Pj rubs comforting circles into Dan’s back and Dan sags into him, shaking his head.

“What happened?” Pj whispers. Dan’s breath hitches and a few tears slide down his cheeks as he remembers.

“Gary and Joe beat me up.” Dan whispers. Pj and Chris nod in understanding. Since Phil’s stopped bullying Dan, Gary and Joe have taken over with earnest.

“Anything else?” Pj asks with suspicion. Dan appears far too upset for getting kicked a few times.

“Phil didn’t stop them.” Dan whispers back.

“Phil was there?” Chris asks. Dan nods. Pj and Chris share a surprised look before turning to look at Dan.

“Yeah he was. They cornered him in the hall and questioned him about why we’ve been hanging out. I happened to come across them on my way out the building. Phil denied that there was anything going on between us. They said all this horrible stuff about him. He said he didn’t even like me. That’s when I made a noise and they saw me. Then, Gary and Joe kicked the crap out of me. Phil stood by and watched.” Dan explains. Pj circles his arms around Dan and pulls him into a hug. Chris pats Dan’s leg sympathetically.

“He didn’t do anything?” Chris asks. Dan shakes his head.

“No. He stood there. I guess he really didn’t like me very much.” Dan says. They lapse into a brief silence.

“Was there anything going on between the two of you?” Chris asks. Pj shoots him a pointed look and Chris give him a bewildered look in return. Dan shrugs.

“Not really. We had gotten close, but there wasn’t anything romantic between us. At least not on his end.” Dan states. Pj and Chris share a grimace.

Phil shows up to school the next day looking like he hadn’t slept the night before. He hadn’t. The guilt of not helping Dan plagued him and his horrible words played like a broken record in his mind. He actually likes Dan a lot; not in a romantic sense, but as a friend.

He didn’t see Dan at all the day or the next either. Phil tried to find him, but he figured Dan was trying to avoid him on purpose. The weekend came and Phil showed up at Dan’s home, but he was turned away. His attempts were for not. It appears as though Dan had dropped off the face of the earth.

Dan didn’t attend school the day after the beating, but he went out of his way hide from Phil. The knife of betrayal stuck deep in his chest and Dan made no movement to dislodge it.

Phil felt he was going crazy. He couldn’t find Dan anywhere and he couldn’t get ahold of him. He broke down and cornered Pj; questioning him about Dan’s state and whereabouts.

“If he wanted you to know about him, he would let you know. Dan’s extremely forgiving, but you might have crushed your olive branch.” Pj states. His voice is level, but his tone has a hint of cold.

“I understand. Let him know that I feel awful and that I would like to apologise.” Phil says mournfully. Pj nods.

Dan knew that his luck couldn’t last forever. He’s coming from his last class, passing through the stairwell when he bumps into someone. He stumbles back a few steps, but is grateful to not have fallen to the ground.

Phil’s passing through the stairwell, trying to sneak out the back of the school. He had spotted Gary and Joe waiting for him at the front entrance. He’s been ducking them since the incident, stalling after school or sneaking out the back.

“I’m sorry.” Phil apologises to the person he bumped into. He looks up and bites back a smile.

Dan looks up and frowns. Phil’s standing across from him, failing to hide a smile. Dan rolls his eyes and sighs. “It’s you.” he snarks.

“Dan-.” Phil starts, but trails off. Dan huffs in annoyance.

“Move.” Dan says, trying to step around Phil. Phil steps directly in his path, stopping him.

“Dan please.” Phil pleads. Dan shakes his head.

“No. No ‘Dan please’. You have no right.” Dan spits out.

“I’m sorry.” Phil cries out.

“I don’t care. I tried, I really tried. I liked you. I liked you both as a romantic interest and as a friend. You’ve hurt me one too many times.” Dan confesses. Phil has a sharp inhale.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I didn’t stop them. I sorry for what I said. I’m sorry.” Phil rushes out.

“I don’t care! Don’t you understand? Don’t you get it? You’re not worth my time or my affection. You had chance after chance and you set it ablaze. You didn’t care about me. When it came time to stick up for me or our friendship, you reverted back to your old ways. You hid behind a facade. I don’t know you. Leave me alone. Forget about me.” Dan says. He pushes past Phil and walks down the hallway.

Phil’s taken aback by Dan��s words. He knows Dan is right. He had chances and he blew it by reverting back to his old self. He has no one else to blame, but himself. Phil stands like a statue as he watches Dan’s retreating figure and he feels his heart break.

[certifiedskywalker]

Identity - A Star Wars Story - Part 3

My friends I love this series with the more I write! This one has WAY MORE Cassian X Reader than planned but hey, you can’t go wrong with that now can ya!

Those who wished to be tagged : @princeofsassgard

Identity Part 3

“He’s gone…” you murmured into his shirt. You felt one of his hand stroke your hair, trying to soothe you. You could feel though the Force that Cassian was thinking of the family he lost and your heart almost shattered more. “I’m sorry.”

“For what Y/n?” He asked quietly. You took a breath, but you didn’t speak. You didn’t trust your own voice. When the embrace broke, you looked into his eyes and whispered, “For all that you have been through.” You both stared into eachothers eyes for a few moments longer, then hastily, Cassian walked away. You slumped against the nearest wall, feeling a little less hurt after his apology, but knowing what you knew now, you felt a heavy weight on your shoulders. The Rebellion would not be willing to take on the Empire knowing that they could only go on the word of your now dead father. You, and the rest of the group, would have to fight for this war.   

The trip back to Yavin 4 seemed longer than it did the first time. After crying in Cassian’s arms, you walked back to your seat to find it was taken by Aben. Jyn was still sleeping, hopefully soundly. She would be the one to explain to the Rebel Alliance that she had no proof of the flaw, but that we still needed to attack. Galen told her something while they were on that bridge, but something in your gut said it wouldn’t be enough for the rebel leaders.

“Y/N, you need rest.” Aben said, looking at you and gesturing to the seat next to her. You took it, pacing your hands in your lap defeatedly.  

“Did Captain Hot Pants say sorry? I gave him a piece of my mind in that cockpit, he got so annoyed with me, he left. I assumed to see you.” You nodded, leaning your shoulder against hers.

“Why are feelings so confusing?” You asked, rubbing your eyes.

“They wouldn’t be feelings if they weren’t!” She said sympathetically, “But you feel things so deeply, even for others. It’s what makes you such a great friend.” You smiled at Aben, who grinned back at you. Now that she was talking you decided it was best to finally ask your question,

“So are you going to tell me what landed you in my cell on that moon?” You asked, and Aben laughed. She shook her head, short brown hair shifting.

“I got into some bad people and work. It became my job to see if people were lying or hiding something. I became a spy to spy on other spies, when my family was hoping I would become a mechanic.” She let out a shaky laugh, “One day I was caught spying on the wrong Hutt and I was thrown on that damn moon.”

“A Hutt?” You asked, eyebrows raised. Aben smiled, “Nasty things, all gangster-like. Gross and slimy texture. And it was on that sandbox of a planet, Tatooine, but I met a nice smuggler there. Piece of junk ship though, let me tell ya.” You let out a laugh, happy to be distracted for a bit. You were thankful for your friend’s words and stories, but your head was still reeling from everything else. You bit your lip in thought of it all. The Force, your father, Cassian, the Rebellion. You needed some answers, and you needed them now. You got up, squeezing Aben’s hand in goodbye, and started to walk over to Baze and Chirrut. You sat down crossed legged, in front of the pair.

“Y/N, my child.” Chirrut said, sadness lingering in his voice, “You are troubled deeply.”

“Understandably. I’m sorry little sister.” Baze said, the man’s eyes meeting yours. You nodded in gratitude, then turned back to Chirrut.

“How could I have the Force?” You asked, causing the blind man’s brow to furrow. “Uh-oh he’s thinking….” Baze said with a smile, Chirrut slapped his friends shoulder at the comment.

“Normally the Force flows from family blood, but I sense no trace of the Force in Jyn. Perhaps your mother had it?” You shook your head. Lyra had never shown anything like the power of the Force. Both she and Galen would talk about it, along with the Jedi, but that was all.

“Maybe you were-”

“Adopted.” You turned your head and saw Jyn awake and standing behind you. Her lips stayed in a hard line as you stood to face her. Fear dripped out of your every pore, and Chirrut sensed it.

“What are you…”

“Father, he told me to tell you. I tried to but when I saw you at first you wouldn’t let me get the words out.” Jyn sighed, looking at the floor, “He said it was time you knew. To give hope.”

“Hope?!” You asked, shocked. “What does hope have to do anything with it!?” You felt a hand on your shoulder and Chirrut moved to stand next to you.

“Hope for the future of the Force, the Jedi. For everyone.” His words held your attention, flashing you back to a simpler time.

You wandered into the study, where you could see Galen typing away, his words showing up on his hologram. You stood quiet for a few minutes, your closed toed pjs made it so you could walk around without being heard. You would always scare mama early in the morning. Finally you got the nerve to speak up,

“Papa?” Your voice was hushed, but Galen heard it and turned to look at you.

“Hey my Sunshine, can’t sleep?” His deep voice boomed, and you nodded as he reached out to you. You darted into his arms, and he lifted you up into his lap. “Look at how big you’ve gotten! How old are you now?” Galen asked feigning confusion. You put five fingers up on your hands with a big grin on your small features. Galen smiled, settling you more comfortably on his lap.

“Why can’t you sleep?” You just shrugged, and cuddled into your papa’s chest for warmth. “How about a bedtime story, yeah? Sound good?” You nodded.

“There once was a little green man with pointy ears that traveled around the galaxy with a baby. He saved this baby from a vile fate. This little green man was going around testing families to see if they were worthy enough to take the baby from him. Finally, with word from his friend, the little green man traveled to a far off planet where dark beaches matched the night skies. There he found a small family, a mother, a father, and a little girl. The mother and father struggled to meet the man’s idea of the perfect family for this child. It was the little girl, who was perfect. The man placed the little baby in the daughter’s arms and said, ��Protect this one you will. Until your dying breath.” and then he told the parents that the child was destined to help the galaxy and that they would suffer no longer. That there was hope for for everyone”

From his arms, you caught a glimpse of your papa, staring a bit off into space. His thin lips were set in a frown as if the story had a sad ending. You reached out, touching his beard and breaking his thought.

“It had a happy ending papa, why do you look sad?” You father took a deep, shaky breath and looked at you. In his arms you looked small and powerless, but he knew. He always knew.

“That peculiar story isn’t over, my Sunshine. Not yet.”

“He told me that.” you muttered, looking at the floor. Silence covered the cargo bay, even Aben didn’t say a word. The gears starting clicking in your brain and you felt sick to your stomach. You blindly searched for a place behind you to sit down, but found the floor.

“I’m sorry Y/N, but he made it seem urgent to tell you. He told me that before he even mentioned the plans.” Jyn’s voice seemed like an echo as thoughts raced through your mind. Who was your birth mother? Who was your true Father? Did you have a family? What fate did that little green man save you from? Your mind was reeling from it all.

“Alright, We just docked. Jyn are you ready-Y/N!” Cassian’s panicked voice reached your ears, as well as his footsteps rushing towards you. You felt his strong hands wrap around your wrists pulling your hands away from your eyes. You didn’t even know that you put them there. His eyes searched yours, looking for any sign of shock or trauma.

“What happened?!” he asked, looking at everyone's faces. No one answered and your head grew foggier with each moment. “Y/N what happened?!” His voice was softer when addressing you, but you felt yourself slipping.

“Someone's whole life unravel itself in front of their eyes.” Aben said, finally speaking up. It was the last thing you heard before you blacked out.

When you woke, the soft sheets under your fingers felt foreign to you. Your eyes flew open and took in the neat room around you. It was small, but the minimal furniture made it seem larger. You looked down at the cot you were on and saw your boots on the ground next to it. Before you could get up and explore a voice shook you from your thoughts.

“Hello sleeping beauty!” Aben said, grinning at you, ear to ear.

“Where are we?” You asked, rubbing your temples. A dull ache ran throughout your entire body causing you to groan.

“We landed on Yavin 4 right when you blacked out, which makes sense after all that happened.” You nodded, flashes of the moments before you fell unconscious made their way to you. The truth coming out, your life falling to shambles, and then Cassian’s eyes.

“Okay but where are we on Yavin 4?” Aben’s eyes glittered with mischief and a wicked grin crept onto her face. You raised an eyebrow and she started to laugh.

“Bet you’ll never guess who’s room we’re in!”

But you didn’t get the chance. Cassian entered the room, prompting Aben to stifle her laughter. You fought the urge to glare at the ex-prisoner as Cassian made his way to you.

“Are you alright? Jyn told me what happened.” His lips carried an understanding frown that his tone seemed to mimic.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m better. Aben do you think you can get me something for my head though?”

The girl snorted at your words before getting up.

“Of course my dear. Whatever you need.” Then she left the room, giving you a wink.

“So...you are adopted…” Cassian said, trailing off. All you did was nod, trying to figure what to say. “I can tell by the way Jyn looks at you that she will never stop being your older sister.” You looked up at his face, seeing the sincerity there. “Yeah, Only because she was told to protect me.” Cassian raised his eyebrow, then you proceeded to catch him up with the story that Galen told you as a child. When you finished, you felt hot tears burning in your eyes. Not again, not in front of him again. It didn’t seem to matter to the spy as he sat on his cot next to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. You fought the sobs, trying to seem strong. It worked a little, but it didn’t stop you from tucking your head under his chin.

“This, this doesn’t change who you are, Y/n. This only makes you more complex. It gives you a bigger family to love. To find.” He pulled away from you, cupping your face. He gave you a fond look as he used his thumbs to wipe away your tears. “How about after all this we try to find them, yeah?”

Your heart melted at his offer, and you barely managed to answer him with the softest ‘yes’ that has ever left your lips. He gave you a true smile and placed a kiss on your forehead. You could feel yourself blushing, but the Captain had pink tinted cheeks as well. His hands traveled down to your neck and pulled you closer. Your lips met in the middle softly at first, then in a frenzy. It was as if, with this kiss, Cassian held the power to heal any hurt in your heart. And for him, that you could look at his past and still see him as a person, as a human being. It was too little and too much all at once. It left you both breathless and wanting more. Cassian's brown eyes were wide as he caught his breath. After a moment, you couldn’t help yourself, you dragged him in for another kiss. It was slower this time, all the pent up energy finally being released when,

“Is it safe for me to come in?” Cassian chuckled against your lips, “No! Go away!” You giggled at his childish words, causing him to smile. Aben entered anyway, holding a hand near her eyes to shield them.

“You can put your hand down.”

“No, I’m hiding them from sin!” You laughed, and got up to take the pills from your friend. She put her hand down, revealing a serious look on her face. “If you hurt Y/n again Mr. Hot Pants I will end you and your droid!”

“Aben!”

“What?!” She asked, “It’s true!” You rolled your eyes, and went to sit back down next to Cassian. “I wouldn’t get comfy. Jyn just got out of the meeting and doesn’t look to happy.” You grumbled, and got up. Cassian followed with a smile and whispered, “It’s time I introduced you to a few of my friends.”

“They said no.”

“What?”

“They do know that we must fight right? Asked Baze, “I want to fight!”

“We all do.” Said Bodhi, his chocolate eyes somber.

“They just didn’t want to risk the men or the fire power.” Jyn added, looking defeated.

“I wouldn’t give up just yet!” Announced Aben as she rounded the corner. You and Cassian entered the scene, hands joined, and followed by a group of rag-tag fighters. “How many do we need?” You asked, smiling at Jyn. She rushed towards you and you met her with a tight hug.

“I’m sorry, Y/n I just papa made it seem like it was important and-”

“It is. Thank you for telling me, Jyn.” You squeezed her tightly before letting her go.

“Bodhi, do you need any help hotwiring a ship?” Aben asked the pilot, who just grinned in response.

You managed to find a shuttle that Bodhi could fly and that would hold everyone quite easily. Cassian set to splitting up teams, so when you all got to Scarif, everyone would know what to do. One team would stay on the ship, ready to be used as a distraction while another team, Cassian, Jyn, and K2, found the plans to the Death Star. Bodhi’s team would get ready to transmit the message to anyone listening. Another team, consisting of you and Aben, would go in search for a getaway ship. It seemed like a simple plan, what helped is the fact the Empire didn’t know you were coming. As Cassian finished prepping the troops, Jyn motioned for you to join her in the cockpit. When you got up there, she set you to work by packing guns. Suddenly a hissing sound came from the control module of the ship.

Bodhi’s nervous hands reached for the comm, “Hello?”

“What are you doing in that ship? It isn’t marked for take off.” Bodhi exchanged a look with you then K2 who was in the pilot's chair.

“We’re uh, uh just going for a supply run!”

“Oh great. You sounded really confident there.” Said K2, but you hushed him.

“It’s not marked. What’s your call sign?”

“Uh….” Bodhi started, looking at you. You raised your eyebrows.

“Say something.” You urged.

“R-Rogue.”

“Rogue?” Asked the man over the comm. Bodhi nodded and with a smile added,

“Yes. Rogue One.”

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The 20/20 Rule to Live By To Dress My Dad Body

When I say 20/20, i don't mean perfect vision. It's a rule of thumb which I personally use in order for me to not have too many clothes and work with what i have.

I used to be very particular about fashion and what to wear even way before I became a Dad.  I always like putting a bit of extra effort in making sure that my appearance looks good as it makes me feel good inside. Don’t hoard a closet… use the rule of 20.  You do not need more than a maximum of 20 pieces of each kind of apparel whether it maybe some formal suits, shirts, t-shirts, pants, shorts, shoes, socks, underwear, belts, jackets, ties or sunglasses.

I use to model for a few companies when I was younger and learned a few rules to live by in order to dress to impress.  It is just a few tricks that will help you in mixing and matching your current wardrobe and making you look and feel awesome.  Use your imagination, see what your wife digs you in, and work with it.

My Basic Wardrobe Essential Guide and rules to live by:

Shoes and Belt– Always wear comfy shoes as this will always keep you in a good mood. Invest in good casual shoes that will match most outfits like the color black, brown, blue, gray and maroon.  For formal shoes, the regular black and brown is always in need.  Rubber shoes and walking shoes are always a must.  And whatever shoes you plan to wear, always make sure that the belt matches (try the same color) as it always makes any outfit look awesome.

Socks and Handkerchief- Every gentleman brings a handkerchief wherever he goes in order to take care of sweaty situations. Have a little fun and go with some bold statement socks as to know it matches your personality.  Just make sure that it fits the outfit and doesn’t make it look odd.

Formal Shirts– I love formal shirts that feel comfortable and in which my skin can breathe in. You wear these shirts at amazing occasions and it will always keep you in a good mood if the clothes are something you like and enjoy.  Pick seven shirts for work, seven for an evening night out with a special someone and the balance 6 for special dress up occasions. Here is a simple tip which I have always used, make sure the buttons are the same color as the shirt, it just makes it look more formal (white buttons doesn’t really do it).  Pick light pastel colors for work, bolder statement designs for a night out and brighter colors for special occasions.

T-shirts and Polo Shirts– we are all so guilty of have a zillion t-shirts in the house that we never use.  We usually just buy them because they are not so expensive or we got it as a gift from a few friends and family members.  Try to stick to the 20 rule, but 20 for sleeping, 20 for chilling in the house and 20 for going out. (That’s 60 in total, start to give away the rest if you have more than this, especially the ones that are worn out and deformed).  I know we tend to keep these as sometimes it has a lot of emotional attachment to it but it will be better to share and give it to people who need clothes and cannot afford them. Sharing is caring and will bring humanity forward.  The more you give, the more the universe will give back to you.

Suits– where do I start with this as I love to suit up, try to divide these into work suits and dress suits if possible and match to the formal shirts you have. Once you are done with that, match ties that fit your personality. Do not over accessorize, just have a few tie pins and cuffs that match the suit and its done.  You must own at least one tuxedo.

Jackets– stick to the rule and wear what fits you. If you have expanded or contracted thru the years, upgrade as styles are changing.  A few sports jackets, one movie jacket, one trench coat, and some funky jackets (like a winter jacket if you are travelling to a cold country) are more than enough for a proper wardrobe.

Shorts– As time is changing, buy the shorts that can transition thru time. Best is to stick with basic colors (Black, White, Blue and Gray) are always a must.  Anything beyond that will really only come and go.

Undergarments– Buy the ones that are comfy and make you feel great. It can be from boxers to briefs, as long as your comfy, get it.  Again, anything beyond 20 is too much.  Best to go with your partner to shop for this, women knows quality underwear best.

Neckties-- This is my weakness, i can never have enough neckties.  I have a drawer full of them and many of my family members come to me to borrow a tie.  I have learned thru the years that it just isn't a different tie that makes the look different but rather on how it is done.  There are so many videos on YouTube that let you learn how to tie it differently.  Practice, and try to have it ready before an event as this can take time to fix.

Caps and Hats- if your a sports fan, i am sure you will have a bunch of caps in your wardrobe.  Try to limit yourself from buying things that you hardly use and just keep to the basic.  Also always consider how it would look on what you wear.  Finally, remember that caps always tend to make your hair look flat so if you have issues in fixing your hair, just don't wear a cap or hat.

Sunglasses and Eyeglasses-- living in the Philippines, sunglasses is a must.  Think about which one suits you best.  Get one metal one for formals and one plastic one for everyday use.  You may wish to keep a bunch of them but just make sure that they are kept clean and inside the case so that it will be scratch free.

Watches, Chains and other accessories-- Watches are always an investment, so choose the right ones that fit your personality.  Nothing too flashy and nothing too heavy.  Make sure that you are not allergic to any material before buying and investing in these accessories.

Man Bags/ Back packs / Gym Bags  -- in this day and age, as i am a dad, the only bag i carry is my baby's carry bag.  But even if its a baby bag, we made sure it looked like a Man Back Pack which looks so much better and easier to handle.

Sportswear-- if you go to the gym or into any type of sport, invest a bit in the apparel.  It will give you a better result and you will enjoy the sport more.  Try to use it only for the sports and do not try mixing it with all your regular wear.

Swimwear-- yes, we all must have board shorts with us especially if we love going to the beach.  Keep a few, and do not keep using the same one for more than 3 years.  It is okay to spend on yourself at times, look good and feel great.

Sleepwear-- if your not into pj's, simple shorts and t-shirt is a good substitute which can be super comfortable.  Just remember to wear something that looks appropriate so just in case an "Act of God" happens, you still look and feel decent.

Cellphone accessories-- just get a black back cover for your phone, and your done.  If you are into movies, you may wish to purchase something related to the movie you like but do not over do it.  It becomes a waste once you sell the phone and upgrade to a new one.

Cultural wear/ costumes--  the barong tagalog, or for me being Indian, i have a lot of Indian wear that is in my closet.  Words of advice:  Do not over buy as you hardly get to use these.  Just buy what is needed and have an extra spare for just in case.

Towels-- yes, we do not share this to the world but we do hoard a lot of these.  Keep a maximum of 20, you are not going to need more than that for sure.  Please do not keep this on you while walking around the house, it looks weird unless you do not have anything else to wear.

Pens-- i love to bring a pen along wherever I go.  It helps me if i need to write something down or help someone who is in need of a pen.  If you have a personalized one, that is awesome.  Just make sure it functions well and does not blot or ink your hands.

Your mood and personality has always have to match what you plan to wear. I plan to cover all these items one by one in detail in my future blogs.  Just remember, whatever you wear, you need to make it look good on you.  There is no way that clothes make the man, but man always makes a way to rock these clothes.

[rodrigohyde]

Best Loungewear for the Holidays

When the time comes to take a much-needed break over the holidays, chances are you’ll be relaxing as much as you can. And if you’re anything like us, once you get home and chill time begins, you want to get into your most comfortable clothes ASAP. Here’s the rub: When you finally get the chance to wind down, your family will have made themselves at home in your home for what feels like ages. No need to worry; you owe it to them to invest in a fresh new set of sweats anyway, so what better excuse to splurge on some loungewear?

We have relaxed a lot as far as our day-to-day wardrobe expectations. Suits at the office are few and far between, and joggers have become the stand-in for jeans on the weekend. However, that doesn’t mean you should have rips, holes, and ragged edges on the clothing you’ll be wearing at home over the holidays. Clean up your lazy act this year. After all, ‘tis the season to treat yourself too, right?

Look below for 11 types of loungewear that are sure to get the seal of approval from everyone in the family while keeping you as comfy as that old pair of sweats you don’t want to give up.

Cleaned-Up Classic

Sure, you can wear the same sweatpants you’ve been wearing year after year, but why not upgrade to a casual cotton option that won’t embarrass you or anyone else should you need to make a last-minute trip to the grocery store? With classic detailing you expect from your sweatpants -- elastic waist and drawcord, banded cuffs, and even a back pocket for your wallet -- these simply look better, whether family is around or not.

We recommend Hanro Living Lounge Pant, from $80.76 at Amazon.com

Knit Loungewear

If you want to feel like you’re wearing a straight up sweater from head to toe, knitwear is the way to go. A set like this from FIGS will keep you warm while looking surprisingly put-together. Figs is the brand known for comfortable yet stylish scrubs, but this set isn’t intended for the OR. These are a holiday limited edition lifesaver for everyone, not just those who save lives.

We recommend Figs Knit Loungewear, $88.00 at WearFigs.com

True Hybrid

It’s hard to find hybrid sweatpants that don’t lean more one way or the other . But when you do, it’s quite the reward. We think these fit the bill for days you’re running around as much as you’re sitting down. These are cotton with a touch of stretch and actually have the look of a more traditional jogger -- complete with deep front pockets and back pocket. You’ll buy them to relax in but end up wearing them everywhere you can -- especially to travel.

We recommend Mack Weldon Sunday Lounge Pant, $68.00 at MackWeldon.com

Flannel Pants

It’s our opinion that every man deserves to have a pair of flannel PJ pants as part of the cozy arsenal. They’re soft, comfortable, and perfect for lounging by the fire. We aren’t quite sure why they always look better when they’re plaid, they just do.

We recommend Nautica Soft Flannel Pant Pajama Set, from $19.99 at Amazon.com

Tropical Holiday

We all know a white Christmas may be a dream to some, but for others, Mele Kalikimaka is the thing to say. Hot or cold, sometimes guys need some comfy clothes that breathe a bit more than the typical flannel go-to. Going with a light, summer-weight cotton from brands that specialize in warm-weather attire can be a great alternative.

We recommend Haspel Pajamas, $22.00 at Haspel.com

Classic Sleep Set

If lightweight isn’t enough, just ditch anything below the thigh altogether. You can wake up ready to go with a well-coordinated pajama set. We wouldn’t quite call these boxers, since they have the handsome pajama shirt to match, but we would say they may not be the best option to wear if you end up running that last-minute errand.

We recommend Latuza Cotton Woven Sleepwear Pajama Set, from $19.99 at Amazon.com

Aesthetically Athletic

Maybe you’re the type of guy who’s active even when you relax. If that’s the case, your best bet is to opt for fabrics that are built for both. Sweat-wicking and four-way stretch are key to cooling off quickly and moving comfortably. Something like this will keep you from looking like a total hot mess if you go directly from touch football to family time.

We recommend Outdoor Voices Runningman Sweatpants, $85.00 at OutdoorVoices.com

Sophisticated Suit

Some guys are not into super casual loungewear. We can’t say we get it, but we can respect it. If you find yourself feeling naked without your suit, opt for a clean sweatsuit in a modern cut and dark formal hue from a designer who really knows how to tailor. This should help you feel comfortable while you get … comfortable.

We recommend Emporio Armani Loungewear Set, from $69.99 at Amazon.com

Subtle Holiday

Festive fair isle is just one of the many prints and patterns that can make anything a little more cheerful. If going overboard for the holidays isn’t quite your style, but you’re looking to bring your own variation on a theme, making a subtle nod to the season with a minor inclusion of the print may just be the way.

We recommend Alternative Apparel Dodgeball Fair Isle Eco-Fleece Pants, $68.00 at AlternativeApparel.com

Statement Holiday

Perhaps you’re someone who does like to make more of a statement on the holidays. If that’s the case, go big or go home with something that is unmistakably festive. Red and white stripes make your season sentiment clear, hands down -- and feet up.

Sleepy Jones Keith Long Johns, $98.00 at SleepyJones.com

The Union Suit

The union suit is the quintessential holiday uniform. Sure, you can wear it as a base layer when you’re out skiing, but it makes quite the fashionable statement when worn on its own. Après ski or just after dinner, we recommend pairing it with a hot toddy by the fire and the one you love.

We recommend Hanes X-Temp Union Suit, from $26.00 at Amazon.com

from Style channel http://www.askmen.com/style/fashion_trends/best-loungewear-for-the-holidays.html

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How My Kids’ Capsule Wardrobe Simplified My Life (& Laundry)

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How My Kids’ Capsule Wardrobe Simplified My Life (& Laundry)

I must admit… when the capsule wardrobe trend took over Pinterest, I was mostly uninterested. As a mom, I based my wardrobe much more on function and flexibility. Times like pregnancy and nursing required certain types of clothes and limited my options. Then, I discovered the concept of a kids’ capsule wardrobe. Freedom from endless laundry, shopping, and the great seasonal switch-out? Yes please!

I can honestly say, this is one “mommy hack” that changed my life.

The Great Laundry Monster

I used to joke that based on the amount of laundry I was doing, there must be people living in my house that I hadn’t even met.

Then I figured out the real problem:

Kids’ clothing apparently has the ability to reproduce. That was the only answer that made sense. I’d buy a couple pairs of jeans and a few dresses for the girls and suddenly the clothing monster was peeking out of every closet and drawer.

Of course, their clothes weren’t actually reproducing, but the kids were constantly getting t-shirts from community activities and hand-me-downs from friends and I’d keep everything “in case they could use it one day.”

Does This Bring Me Joy?

I’ll also admit that I rolled my eyes more than once while reading The Life Changing Magic of Tidying Up. It’s a great book, but the idea of talking to clothing seemed a little unusual. I also realized that the great majority of things that are necessary to my daily life don’t bring me joy (laundry, kids’ toys, etc). I figured the KonMari system must not work for moms.

It wasn’t until I was helping my kids deep clean their rooms at the change of seasons that I realized the value of her system. Their clothes may not bring me joy, but they loved certain items and were only wearing those items the majority of the time anyway.

I was sorting through piles of clothing from all seasons. It all fit in the drawers so I left it there in case they needed it (because where we live, you really can have all the seasons in one week!). But they were choosing the same 5 outfits most of the time and they were stressed out with all the clothes.

And I was stressed out with all the laundry. Something needed to change.

Switching to a Kids’ Capsule Wardrobe

I realized that all of the things that made a capsule wardrobe difficult for a pregnant/nursing mom made it perfect for kids!

They changed sizes and needed new clothes at least once a year anyway.

They choose the same outfits over and over.

Having too many clothes was completely overwhelming them.

How We Switched

I decided to do a combination of the 40 Bags in 40 Days Challenge and Project 333 to pare down all of the kids’ clothes. Rather than going through stuff and seeing which items to get rid of (always tougher), I took everything out of all their rooms (very KonMari of me) and only allowed the things in that we were keeping.

Step 1: Make a List and Check It Twice

Instead of just looking through clothes and deciding if they liked an item or not as a criteria for keeping it, I made a list of what each wardrobe would contain. If something didn’t fit into that list, it didn’t stay. In other words, they kept two pairs of jeans for the spring and summer wardrobe. I let them pick their two favorite pairs of jeans and the rest were donated.

This list will certainly vary based on your own lifestyle, kids’ ages, school (uniform or not), etc., but this is what worked best for our family…

The Capsule Wardrobe Master List for each child included:

10-12 shirts

2 pairs of jeans

4-6 pairs of shorts

2-3 swimsuits

2 pajamas

2-3 dresses for the girls

6 pairs of socks (more on my sock system soon)

sneakers

dress shoes

sandals

slip on shoes

10 pairs underwear

1 light jacket or sweatshirt

Full disclosure: I also kept a handful of other items that they can still fit into for a fall/winter wardrobe. I also kept a few items that aren’t worn regularly: a suit for the boys, wetsuits, snow suits, camo gear, jujutsu gi, and two pairs of much older clothes for camping.

Step 2: Choose a Color Palette

My kids typically chose to wear their 2-3 favorite colors 90% of the time. I focused their wardrobes on these colors. The boys both chose blue and red so I built around these and added neutrals like gray and white.

The girls all chose pink and aqua so I built around this with neutrals like gray and white. They also had a few dresses that matched the color palette. These could be worn alone or with leggings and a cardigan for cold weather.

Step 3: Get Rid of the Extra

If clothes didn’t fit into the master list, they were gone. This was the toughest part. Especially because it meant donating a lot of clothes before I’d filled in the gaps. But as soon as the extra clothes were gone, it was like the weight of the world (or at least the laundry) had been lifted off my shoulders and theirs.

I did this at the changing of the seasons last year (this is round two of seasonal wardrobes for us) and it was magical. I sorted the clothes into piles:

Keep pile – Smallest pile

Donate pile – This was by far the biggest pile. I only donated the clothing that was nice enough that I’d still want my kids to wear it.

Reuse pile – Second smallest pile. I still have trouble throwing things away and wasting. We reused the clothing that wasn’t nice enough to donate or wear. We cut it into cleaning cloths, paint rags, and other household items.

Sentimental pile – This was actually a small bin in our attic where I kept the few items that were sentimental to me. These included the baby outfits all the kids wore (that weren’t good enough to donate anyway), clothes I wore as a kid that they wore too (3 items total), and a few other small clothing items. This bin will stay in our attic and I’ll probably eventually turn these items into a quilt when my kids get older.

Step 4: Fill in the Gaps

This part was the most fun! Looking at the master list for each child, I made a list of all the items I still needed for each of them. I checked a local consignment store first and then turned to online shopping for the remaining items. The list kept me from buying extra clothes we didn’t need and made it easy to find the clothes we did.

Step 5: Kid-Friendly Folding

There is heated debate about if kids clothing should be hung up or folded. Obviously, this is based on personal preference. My kids prefer folding to hanging clothes up, so that is what we did.

These kids’ capsule wardrobes fit into a single drawer easily. I taught the kids the “KonMari” method of folding… or at least my interpretation of it based on her description. It basically means folding clothes and stacking them horizontally in a drawer instead of in piles. This lets the kids see every item so clothes don’t get lost at the bottom of the drawer. It also seems to be easier for them to put clothes away with this system.

Shopping Tips

I found secondhand and consignment clothes locally for many items. I also used three main online sources that for filling in gaps in the capsule wardrobes. They are:

Primary: Hands down my favorite online resource for kids. They carry only high quality staples in solid colors and most are gender neutral. They have pretty good prices and were perfect for solid color shirts, shorts, leggings, etc. TIP: Use the code “AFF20PCT” to get 20% off and free shipping on a first order.

Hanna Andersson: More expensive than Primary but I love that they have organic clothes for many items. Their leggings last forever and my girls love their jeggings over regular jeans. I get underwear, undershirts, and PJs for all of the kids here since this reduces their exposure to non-organic clothing by at least half. Their clothes also last a long time. I’ve had friends have their items last over a decade and for multiple children.

Thred Up: An online secondhand store that is searchable. I’ve found great deals on some name brands on this website. This link will give you a $10 discount on your first order.

Benefits of a Kids’ Capsule Wardrobe

My only regret is that I didn’t start doing this sooner. Having these capsule wardrobes for kids have greatly simplified our life and laundry routine. This type of minimalist wardrobe is perfect for kids because:

It Tames the Laundry and Bedroom Messes

I’m not sure how the kid clothes managed to multiply and take over their rooms and the laundry, but they did. Since switching, this hasn’t been a problem at all. I’m washing much less laundry and the kids aren’t overwhelmed when putting clothes away.

More on my laundry routine soon, but I also found that keeping one laundry basket in each of the kids rooms simplified laundry. Now, the girls bring their clothes down, I wash it in one load and they take it back up and put away. Same with the boys. Their wardrobes don’t contain any white clothing (this was intentional) except underwear and undershirts. Because of this, I can wash all girls’ clothes together and all boys’ clothes together. There is no need for color sorting and it saves a lot of time!

I fact, it took me more time to photograph and write this capsule wardrobe post than it does to do my laundry now!

It Makes the Seasonal Clothing Changes Much Easier

I used to dread switching clothes with the seasons. I had to pull everything out of the attic, sort it, fold it, and it took hours. Now, I just evaluate which clothes will still work in the next season and add the items we need. Usually jeans, undershirts, underwear, and short-sleeved shirts can move into the next season if they still fit. With kids, we have to change out clothing every season anyway (or as they out grow it) but I actually look forward to it now.

It Simplifies Picking Outfits

My kids used to somehow always pick clothes that didn’t really go together. They’d end up with a red shirt and orange shorts or patters that didn’t mix. Now, everything coordinates and picking outfits is so much easier. The only rule they have to know is to pick one solid color and one pattern for each outfit or two solid colors. Jeans go with everything. (Secret bonus: I like all of the items in their wardrobes too so I don’t cringe like I did when they always seemed to pick the one shirt that I didn’t like and wear it constantly.)

We Have So Much More Space!

The kids’ favorite part about the new system? They can put their clothes away in under ten minutes and they have so much more space. Our girls’ room has a big closet that was always full of clothes. They always wanted to turn it into a playhouse and play in there but it always ended up a mess with clothes falling off hangers. Now, the closet is a playhouse and their capsule toys (more on that soon) are in there. They happily play in their new-found play space for hours.

Kids’ Capsule Wardrobe: The Bottom Line

I absolutely love this system and found the method that works perfectly for us. The specifics of our system won’t work for everyone, but the basic idea will:

Choose clothes intentionally and of high quality.

Absolutely use hand-me-downs and secondhand items when possible but pass on the ones you don’t need.

Fill in any gaps with high quality items that you and your child both love and that can last and be passed down to other children.

Check out the details of our kids’ spring and summer wardrobes here:

Final Tips for Kids’ Capsule Wardrobes

I learned these tips the hard way and they won’t work for everyone, but I’d personally recommend:

Not including white in kids’ wardrobes except for dress clothes. Totally personal preference but it simplified my laundry with my tribe of tree-climbers and fort-makers.

Spending a little more on high quality items that last. I used to keep all hand-me-downs and buy everything secondhand to save money. Except my stress level was through the roof and nothing matched. Now, I find we spend the same or less on staple clothing items that last longer and that the kids love.

Use online discounts and sales to save money. I wait for sales from our favorite shops and combine with discount codes to get most clothing at 20% or more off retail (sometimes as much as 50%!). Our favorite shops are Primary (use this affiliate link to get 20% off as a new customer), Hanna Andersson, and Thred Up (use this link to get $10 off a first order).

Also, I’m the first to admit that I’m not a fashion designer or anywhere close. I don’t claim to have made perfectly fashionable wardrobes for my kids. These are just their capsule wardrobes that they like and feel comfortable in. I’m not giving fashion advice, just sharing what worked for me!

Whew – your turn! How do you handle kids’ clothing? Share your best tips for others in the comments!

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