#an older meme for a fine older gentleman

[shynmighty]

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[yohohonabottle]

5-Disaster foolery nonsense compilation + The four nephylims

Or, the cryptids lot from Project "harbringer" being unserious/unhinged and having goofy dumb fun. Very crack shitpost vibes, meme-like. This is 100% nonsense most likely instigated by the Knave or the Damoiseau, and the rest are rolling with it since they're off-duty/just want to lark.

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Newest moment:

Playfully arguing, and why's the bawdy gag still running?

Florent: I want to be with you for the rest of my life. Pirin: Damn, that sounds like a marriage proposal. Florent, getting down on one knee: That's 'cause it is. -Or-

Florent: "Since we're in a relationship now, your clothes are my clothes too. Don't ask me why I have your shirt on, this is our shirt." Pirin: "Fine, but when I come strutting in with your fuzzy socks I don't want to hear shit." (Being sarcastic.) Rila: *giggling with these skits, made them play along with the scripts.*

Being a brat. Or that one time Berial showed through..but Pirin is also known for being a goofy and petty lil brat as well.

Kidnapper: We have your child Florent: I don’t have a child? Kidnapper: Then who just asked for warm milk and made us cut the crusts off their sandwich? Florent: Oh god, you have Pirin

The zoo problem.. Or Florent being reckless. (Huh wonder which component of the fusion this one comes from..)

Florent: "Every zoo is a petting zoo unless you’re a coward." Pirin: "I’m worried about you." Pirin: "You’re insane!" Florent: "Sure I am, what’s your point?"

Kill 'em! -With kindness!

Florent (Pirin/Ludovic fusion): "I'm going to kill you." Pirin: "Joke's on you- get in line! I got 99+ enemies!" Florent: "....With kindness. Sheesh, why's it always about literal murder or violence with you, Vanya?"

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Oh no! - Or poor Ludovic completely forgot to write/meet with his musician friend and has mini panic moment + guilt. @elesdecroisa Sorry if mischaracterized Briar! I tried to get their interaction right! ....Ludovic sure got some.. tea to spill with his friend.

Florent (Fair Gentleman), minding his business trying to blow off steam after the whole rollercoaster of... events. (His bestie almost dying for real, rushing to save him and getting fused together + being team healer and kind of also DPS/Carry now...and the recent bout of fights were hectic & really heated.

Florent (Fair Gentleman):

"Oh stars." The Ludovic part of the fusion, and since he's literally fused into one singular entity with Pirin, the other gets panicked too internally both being like--

Cue poor man rushing to find Briar and apologize to her for going completely radio-silent.

Briar: "You look older. What happened, Ludovic?"

'Vic/Florent: "....It's..a very long and complicated story." Briar: "....." Likely waiting for elaboration. Ludovic: "...You remember the night nymph I had told you about in our last conversation..yes?"

Briar: "Yes. I remember him, Ioan-- Your other dearest friend." Ludovic: "He..almost died due to near complete loss of magic. And I rushed to help him....However nothing worked, until a Syndicate member offered me to join their project. ..And we...ended up getting fused together into one."

Briar: "....."/"...What."

Ludovic: "I am not proud of my deed... however had no other choice left." (However would still do the exact same mistake again countless times if re-winded to that cross-road.)

Briar: "....I can't fault you, considering I devoted myself to my craft to death. However I am not very pleased hearing you sacrificed yourself so recklessly, even if I understand your cause and circumstances."

'Vic: *gives a very weak shrug with a strained smile of guilty apology.*

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The "couples" - When the gang is being a bunch of chaotic idiots.

Tyr/Odin: Ah, yes. Here we have a beautiful couple... Le Honnête élève: I really care about your feelings! The Debt-collector: I really care about YOUR feelings!

Tyr/Odin, turning his head: ...and then there's the disaster couple... The Kuker: YOU NEED TO PAY MORE ATTENTION TO ME INSTEAD OF BEING AT THE HOSPITAL!

Harlequin: I WOULDN'T HAVE TO SPEND SO MUCH TIME AT THE HOSPITAL IF YOU STOPPED INSISTING ON FIGHTING EVERYONE WHO COMES WITHIN A FIVE FOOT RADIUS OF YOU!

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On Valentines, and once again the ''shipping'' gags keeps running.

Tyr/Odin: "God, if only someone loved me…" Le Honnête élève: *standing behind them with roses* The Debt-collector: *holding box of chocolates* Harlequin: *has balloons and a card* The Kuker: *facepalms then signs with one hand* 'This is sad.'

"This is why I have trust issues. >:( " a.k.a "Betrayal"

Tyr/Odin: If I fall… Le Honnête élève: I’ll be there to catch you. The Kuker: *looks at Harlequin* 'What if I fall?' Harlequin: Then I’ll fall with you, never leaving your side. Pirin : *watches these two interactions*

Pirin , to The Debt-collector: And if I fall? The Debt-collector: I’ll be the one who pushed you. Pirin: "....Well damn. Thanks mate." >:/ (Knows Sinbad won't do him dirty like this, and Marionet is just joking.)

"Confessions" shenanigans to play others like a fiddle

*The Squad when asked about their earlier confession of love* Pirin : Yeah, you're lucky. I like you. The Debt-collector: I'd understand if you didn't feel the same way...

The Kuker: *has a panic attack* What confession? Le Honnête élève: *winks* I know, Love. You like me too. (Totally not serious, trying not to laugh at the absurdity)

Harlequin: So what? Are you going to date me or not? Tyr/Odin: It was a dare.

Putting the "unhinged" in foolery. Absolute insanity, and Fair Son is trying hard to stay in-character with the script instead of loose it at how stupidly nonsensical it is.

Le Honnête élève: "Pirin kissed me! (No I didn't. >:/)" Harlequin: "Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God!" Le Honnête élève: "It was unbelievable!" (...Why're you rolling with this?) Harlequin: "Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God!" The Kuker: 'Okay, we wanna hear everything. Harlequin, get the wine and unplug the phone. Florent, does this end well or do we need tissues?' Le Honnête élève: "Oh, it ended very well." (Didn't know bawdy humor was on your list. >:/ ) Harlequin: "Do not start without me! Do not start without me!" The Kuker: 'Okay, alright, let’s hear about the kiss. Was it a soft brush against your lips or was it like a, you know, “I gotta have you now” kind of thing?' (The whole gang's trying not to laugh at this point)

Le Honnête élève: "Well, at first it was really intense, you know? And then, oh God, and then we just sort of sunk into it." ;) The Kuker: 'Ohh... So, okay, was he holding you? Or were his hands on your back?' Le Honnête élève: "First they started out on my waist and then they slid up and then they were in my hair." Harlequin and The Kuker: 'Ohhh. Pfft, this is the worst skit-'

"Atrocious, I know. Of course I would not dare do such debauchery, let alone entertain the notion."

*meanwhile* Pirin eating pizza in their house: And, uh, and then I kissed him. The Debt-collector: Tongue? Pirin : Yeah, no. Can't you get sarcasm? Tyr/Odin: Cool.

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"Slander. Blasphemy." -Or the gang is chilling after a fight & chatting casually.

Et tu Brute.

Le Honnête élève: You know, when The Debt-collector comes over, The Kuker can get a little… Tyr/Odin: Psycho? Pirin : Scary? Harlequin: Drunk? Le Honnête élève: All three.

The Missing: >:(

The teacups

*the Squad at Disneyland, in the teacups* Le Honnête élève, Tyr/Odin, and Pirin : *spinning a little and talking* The Debt-collector, Harlequin, and The Kuker: *flying past them, spinning as fast as they can, screaming*

The future perhaps not so distant...

*after the Squad has been separated for a few years* The Kuker: 'So what have you been up to recently?' Harlequin: Leading a revolution with Tyr. The Kuker: 'Good for you two! Me, I've joined the mob.' Harlequin: *nods* Oh, how cool! That's awesome! The Kuker: 'I know! Anyway, have you heard from the others? Pirin ?' Harlequin: Happily living as a hermit in the woods. Le Honnête élève? The Kuker: 'Wrongfully locked up in an asylum, which reminds me, we need to break him out later. The Debt-collector?' Harlequin: Cult leader. The Kuker: Yeah, that sounds about right.

Florent/The Fair Gentleman, showing up with slightly ruffled hair and clothes: "Pardon my tardiness, the guards were unreasonable. ...And the doctors almost cut me open in attempted lobotomy."

A grave emergency indeed.

The Kuker, walking into their house: 'Hello, people who do not live here.' Harlequin: Hey. Le Honnête élève: Hi. Pirin : Hello. The Debt-collector: Hey! The Kuker: 'I gave you the key to my place for emergencies only!' Tyr/Odin: We were out of Doritos.

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The Nephylims shenanigans

Oh? - Or just pure larking and messing with Athelric.

Athelric: Why are your tongues purple? Maria: We had slushies. I had a blue one. Iliya: I had a red one. Athelric: oh. Maria: Athelric: OH. OH NO YOU DID NOT- Amene: Amene: You drank eachothers slushies?

Sibling moment - Mari and Athe edition feat. the Maulers

Athelric and Maria: *making loud, shouty gorilla sounds at each other* Amene: Iliya, exasperatedly: We have a guest.

Drunken nonsense, or why they should not be sloshed. And Ame isn't having any of it.

Athelric: Wait, if baby oil dissolves condoms, what does it do to babies? Iliya: Believe it or not, babies and condoms are made of different materials. Maria: It’s like rock paper scissors. Baby oil defeats condom, baby defeats baby oil, condom defeats baby. Amene: Rock also defeats baby.

Friends -Athe and 'Liya slander

Maria: You have friends and I envy that. Amene: You're welcome to share my friends. Maria: *looks at Athelric and Iliya* Maria: I don't want those.

The squad and bridges being burnt.

Maria: Alright, what pizza toppings should we order? Iliya: Anchovies and pineapple. Athelric: I like beets! Amene: Have you guys ever had a cheese-less pizza? Maria: I’m disowning all of you.

[mistydeyes]

Hi I was hoping to get a cod pairing please if that's still open!

Appearence wise I'm 5'4 on the lighter side, brown skin and long wavy hair. I also have a few moles on my face and some various scars around my body from childhood accidents. And I'm in my mid-twenties.

Occupation: I'm currently going for a degree in animation but with a focus in fine arts. I just really love art in general and my backup plan is just to be an art teacher because I love the idea of cultivating little ones creativity.

Personality: I'm more on the reserved/introverted side with some anxiety issues. But once I'm comfortable around people I become somewhat chattier. When I'm really comfortable I like to talk about anything that interest me or just show random memes and videos. Im more of a listener but also when I do talk I feel like kinda a mom friend lol. I also really love gaming, videogames or board games just any activity where you play in a group. I can get kinda competitive with games though lol I blame being an older sister

Johnny "Soap" Mactavish

How you met: Civilian Your brother was on leave from his illustrious military career and had encouraged you to meet him and his mates at the pub. You were his older sister so you were excited to hear that your younger brother was reaching out. When you reached the pub, he texted you that he was running late. You let him know it was okay and walked up to the bar to order a beer. "I can cover that, sweetheart," a man around your age said and paid for your drink. You clinked your tall glass with his and sat to face him. "Thank you," you replied as you appreciated the kind gesture, especially from someone as handsome as him. "Meeting someone?" he asked and you noted his Scottish accent. "My younger brother and some of his mates but he's running a bit behind," you replied as you checked your phone. "Same here, guess both our mates are piss-poor at being on time." You both laughed as you continued sipping on your beverages. "I'm Johnny, by the way," he said and stuck out his hand like a gentleman. "I'm Y/N, nice to meet you, Johnny," you smiled back. Just as Johnny wondered if your name was common enough to also be the name of Kyle's sister, a man soaked from the rain walked in. "Kyle!" you waved over and the color left Johnny's face. "Y/N!" he exclaimed and gave you a hug. He eyed Johnny viciously, "looks like you've already met my mate, this is Johnny," he said through gritted teeth. Johnny gulped as he knew his ass was getting kicked in the sparring ring next time.

A peek into your relationship: Despite all the warnings and interference from your brother, you and Johnny had settled into a comfortable relationship. While on leave, you would spend hours cuddling in bed and catching him up on the latest TikToks and memes. You still lived separate but he practically moved into your flat when he was home. Late in the afternoon, Johnny went up to get some snacks and when he returned you were cackling in bed. "What's so funny in here?" he asked as he laid down next to you. "Please watch this," you said with tears of laughter forming in your eyes. He looked at what you were dying at and soon realized it was about a guy finding out the other is dating his sister. "Not funny," he said and jokingly threw popcorn at you. "Your brother is a fucking menace, he put Nair in my shampoo when he found out we were going on a date," he exclaimed and you remembered when he showed up to the restaurant with no eyebrows and mohawk. "Yet I still asked you for another date," you said and kissed him gently. "My younger brother will always be the dork who read books at night with a flashlight."

[blu-joons]

DATING STRAY KIDS A⇴Z HEADCANON ⇴ Bang Chan

A ⇴ AFFECTION

Chan is very affectionate when it comes to you, he always likes to have his arms wrapped your body and keep you close as possible. Whenever he’s around you, he likes to be able to touch you in some way and know that you’re right there with him.

B ⇴ BEFORE DATING

Knowing Chan so well, you knew he talked to absolutely everyone, so you weren’t sure if you really were special or if he spoke to everyone in this way. To begin with, he was just being nice, but as he got to know you more, he quickly found himself falling for you a little more. Everyone could see when he spoke to you, he wasn’t just being nice, he really was interested in you.

C ⇴ CONFESSION

He was a nervous wreck when it came to confessing to you, he’d usually be able to start a conversation so easily, but now it felt like he couldn’t even say hello. He asked you on a date one night at an event for the company, pulling you aside. You were relieved to know that he had taken an interest in you, sighing in relief as you accepted, watching as he sighed himself, glad that you really did feel the same way as he did.

D ⇴ DATES

Your dates tended to be quite private affairs, but that didn’t stop them being incredibly sweet. Chan’s an old school romantic at heart, he likes to take you out for dinner and be the perfect gentleman, but he just as much loves having you offer at the dorm and doing something together, usually cooking or a game. He didn’t mind where the two of you were most of the time, he just enjoyed being in your company, and the two of you always had something to talk to each other about anyway, wherever it was that you were.

E ⇴ EXPERIENCE

Having spent so many years dedicated to his career, Chan barely had time to date, so you were his first proper relationship. He’d spoken to a few girls before, but not even so much as a first date ever came from any of them. With you however, he found the perfect balance between work and enjoying a personal life, and even if work did call him, you were happy to go a few days without seeing him, you understood how important work was to him. He never imagined he could make it all work, until he had met you.

F ⇴ FIGHTING

He’s very much a perfectionist in everything he does in life, so if something doesn’t go right or work has been a hectic sometimes, he can take that out on you. You don’t tend to argue too much about big things, Chan is very conscious of how he speaks to you and treats you, and he’d never do anything to hurt you. Being at the dorm as well meant if you argued, everyone got involved, so you always tried to squash it before it could get too big and solve it calmly, usually just by talking about how you both were feeling about things.

G ⇴ GETTING TO KNOW HIS FAMILY

As his family were in Australia, you relied on FaceTime to get to know his family. When Chan first told them he’d found someone they were all quite surprised, but as they got to know you they could see why Chan had fallen for you, and appreciated that you were such a great distraction for him to live a bit of a normal life away from music.

H ⇴ HOME

Whilst Stray Kids was still quite young, he was quite keen on staying at the dorm for a while and looking after everyone which you were more than happy to do. But he knew, once everyone got a little older and began to find relationships themselves, he’d be straight at an estate agent finding the most perfect apartment for the two of you.

I ⇴ “I LOVE YOU”

Chan couldn’t help being the first one to say those three words. The two of you were curled up one night and he thought you were asleep, when you felt his lips press to your cheek and the words murmured from him. You smiled in his hold, opening your eyes to look up at him and saying them back to him, smiling as he jumped, surprised that you weren’t as asleep as he thought you were.

J ⇴ JEALOUSY

He tried hard to not get jealous, but at times he couldn’t help it. Just like him, you were always saying hello to people and chatting, so when he’d show up at the studio and spotted you chatting to a few of his elders he couldn’t help but get jealous. He was incredibly protective of your relationship, even around the boys he’d get jealous if they were around you for too long, he hated the thought of other people making you happier than he could, it was his job to be the one to always put the smile on your face.

K ⇴ KIDS

Before meeting you, Chan hadn’t given having kids a single thought, but as he got to know you and see you around children, he began to consider the possibility. He’d always thought about growing up and having the perfect family, but only with you did he begin to consider that it could become a reality. He had a few years yet before he’d become a father, but he knew that there was no one else he wanted to experience it all with other than you.

L ⇴ LAUGHTER

Most of your days were spent giggling at stupid things you’d found, whether it be a video or a meme. Chan’s laugh was one of the biggest things that drew you towards him, it was so distinct and familiar. For Chan, he loved to hear your laugh, because again that made him sure that he was making you happy. He’d always come up alongside you when you least expected it and tickle your hips just to hear your laugh, accepting when you hit his chest out of surprise. There was never a time when he didn’t want to hear your laugh, it was the best sound to him.

M ⇴ MISSING

He’d been away from home for so long now that it was difficult for Chan to get homesick but being away from you when he was on tours brought the feeling back again. Most of his days were spent worrying about you, wanting to make sure that you were fine. But the hardest part of all was not having you around when he woke up in the morning or when the boys were playing around. He’d always video things they got up to and send them to you, so you felt like you were there with them, but it was never really the same. You missed him just as much as he missed you, if not just a little bit more.

N ⇴ NICKNAMES

The two of you always used nicknames for each other, if you ever called each other by your actual name then you knew you were in trouble. Chan always tended to call you ‘bub,’ or, ‘sweetheart,’ he loved all the old, romantic pet names.

O ⇴ OBSESSION

He was obsessed with your body, not necessarily sexually, but he always just liked to have a hold on it somewhere so he knew that you were with him, whether it was holding your hand, or pressing his hand against your back.

P ⇴ PDA

Every now and then Chan didn’t mind engaging in PDA, but he tended to keep most of his affection for when you were at home. Again, his main thing was to hold your hand and protect you, which he did in most situations, but every so often he’d press a kiss to your cheeks or your forehead just to remind you that he loved you.

Q ⇴ QUESTIONS

The biggest question Chan would ask you is, “can you help me?” Whenever he was stuck, or the boys were driving him crazy he’d look to you for help, because you always knew what to do in any situation.

R ⇴ RANDOM FACT

No one but the two of you knew this, but Chan would often try and sneak words into his song lyrics that you had suggested. It could be the most random word, but it would always make him smile whenever he sung them onstage. You didn’t quite know how he always managed to do it, but they were always the perfect, subtle triggers he needed to think of you when he was onstage, or even when he was just missing you.

S ⇴ SEX

Again, Chan is a proper romantic, so sex is incredibly intimate for the two of you. He uses the time to show you how much he loves you and appreciates every part of your body. With muscles like his, he tends to dom, he likes to show off to you how strong he is and how in control he can be. You never complained though, seeing him show off certainly made you find him all the more attractive.

T ⇴ TEXTS

Without fail, every day, Chan texts you morning and night. Even if you’ve only just left for the day, he’ll soon be texting you because he misses you, wondering when you’ll be home or if you have a break in your day to call.

U ⇴ UNIVERSE

There were a lot of things important to Chan, the band, music, the fans, his family, but you always topped it all. No one was there for him like you were, at times he wondered what he’d have ever done if it wasn’t for you right by his side.

V ⇴ VACATION

Being so busy you never really got the chance to go on holiday, but when you did, you made sure that Australia was the destination. You were desperate for Chan to be able to go and see his family despite his protests that he’d be fine. Secretly however, he was more appreciative than you’d ever know that you were going to take him home.

W ⇴ WHINING

Whenever you left him by himself, he’d whine, it didn’t matter how busy he was he still liked to have you with him, you were never a distraction for him.

X ⇴ XXXXX

Kisses from Chan are always the sweetest, pressing them to wherever he could find a bit of exposed skin. Whether it be a quick kiss in the morning before you left for work, or a more passionate one as you fell asleep in Chan’s arms, he’d take them wherever he could find. They were his way of constantly reminding you that he loved you and that he was with you, quick or long, light, or passionate, it never really mattered.

Y ⇴ YOU

You were his best friend, the crutch of support that he could always rely on.

Z ⇴ ZZZ

Falling asleep in Chan’s arms always made you feel so safe and secure, he liked to keep you as close and possible too with his chest pressed against your back, always making sure he was the big spoon so he could protect you.

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Masterlist

[adelinaviolet]

I had a new idea after tracking Luxiem : What happens when a member in Luxiem has feelings for an older s/o vtuber?

It sounds stupid but I think it's pretty cute.

- Vox Akuma

Okay, this gentleman has absolutely no problem with it, although falling in love with someone older may be something he doesn't think about when it comes to romantic relationships. When you love someone, of course you don't need to pay much attention to the age gap, right? He won't tease you too much or say dirty things to you because you're a girl and a few years older than him I mean teasing senpai is fine but if it's with someone you love then make them have a better impression

- S/o, what do you think about falling in love with someone younger than you?

Will flirt with you a lot if you two stream together, if you flirt, he guarantees a surprise face but then smiles happily because he loves it.

- Mysta Rias

Just like Vox he doesn't pay much attention to how they are older how old are you. Mysta, this detective boy will tease you several times because of how you can steal his heart so sweetly When you're streaming, you'll be able to see Mysta's comments, yes, the chat will be immediately confused and amazed, will flirt with you too but it's hard for him because of his own nervousness and he puts your mini vtuber on his head while streaming because he thinks you're cute

- I will invite s/o in the next stream with me because playing with her is so much fun

Might call you senpai when he's chatting with chat. Love the way you keep following his movements

- Shu Yamino

Shu, the boy in love. No doubt when he continuously gave you praise and spiritual cheering, make sure to watch your stream as a daily routine and will make jokes with you when you two play games together because why not then laugh out loud when you scream

- That was fun

Shu will then apologize several times if it makes you unhappy like "I'm really sorry to you Onee-chan" He'll be super happy to stream with you. Trying to cover up his feelings but things don't go so well when he's always talking about you in the last few streams

- She's really funny, I should stream more with her

- Ike Eveland

This guy is a prime example of flirting but he will limit himself, calling you senpai with the seductive teasing voice he has. Laugh if he hears you say you blush because of his flirting always smile when streaming with you for happiness

- Do you know s/o? You are the most beautiful I know

Will make a funny meme of you with him on Twitter for chat when playing the game he will make sure you are safe and that will give Vox a chance to tease Ike more

Vox : Why do you care about s/o so much? Take care of me the way you care about her Ike~

Ike : Shut up Vox I'll kill you if you say that again

- Luca Kaneshiro

This pure Mafia won't think he has feelings for you but just admires it for a while but then over time he gets jealous when he looks at you being close to Shu. This pure sweet needs advice, he will be like a puppy when he is with you will share his memories with you along with chat while streaming together. The two of you will get closer to each other, which causes chat to start ship you and him and Luca doesn't mind it and doesn't even think it's bad

- Hello s/o, now let's start together!POG!

Will call you senpai but not really as much as before, show affection

[laraplisetski]

Dating Iwaizumi Hajime

A/n: This isnt related to the headcanons but I have this request for Seijoh’s libero and since I'm doing dating hcs for all of Seijoh by their jersey numbers. So anyways please wait a little bit longer as I might tag you in the dating hcs for Watari. Sorry for any mistakes tho.

Special announcement! 

I just reached a hundred follows today! Thankyou for for following me and I'm so thankful for all the support. If I could, I would try to show more gratitude in any way.

Words: 1790

Tags: @imthatchishiyasimp​, @kekozume​

(These arms tho)

Iwaizumi routinely calls you something like baka or dumbass but he says it in good faith.

For example whenever you do something stupid Iwaizumi call you a dumbass.

But he doesn't mean it, it's just how he shows his worry.

He's just a big ass tsundere, you cannot tell me otherwise. 

A lot of people think Iwaizumi would be a gentleman but like I feel like he would treat you like Oikawa but like way less harsher. 

Like he would let you call him nicknames like ‘iWa-ChAn’ and just blush and call you dumbass.

*cough cough* tsundere *cough cough* 

Also he's bad at giving compliments,

Like you'll be wearing nice clothes that really fit your form and he’ll really like you wearing them.

And you'll ask him if he likes your clothes, and hell just blush furiously grab your hand and just start walking.

‘Iwa, do you like what I wore today? It's my favorite outfit.’

‘Ye-yeah, we have to go, we'll miss our bus.’

One time you guys had a huge argument over this.

You feel insecure because he treated you more like Oikawa who was his best friend than his s/o.

He tried really hard after that to compliment you whenever you looked good.

(In his opinion you always did)

And you really appreciated him trying.

After that your bond grew stronger as both of you knew that you would be willing to for the other.

As your bond grew stronger the more you started to open up to him about your struggles. 

Now Hajime isn't a very open person. (Well he is but he doesn't like to admit it.)

And he's a little brash and very straightforward with his feelings or his thoughts. 

So when you're acting down he straight up asks you what's wrong and doesn't consider that you don't/wouldn't want to talk about it.

This might make you a little more agitated since you're already very sad but when he realizes that you don't want to talk about it, he immediately regrets it and apologies straight away.

One thing I love about Iwaizumi as a character is that he isn't afraid to tell the truth even if he knows he's in the wrong. 

But these things only happened in the start of your relationship because when you two spend much more time together he starts to notice patterns in your behavior and how you act based on how you feel. 

That really helps him to know if you're sad, angry or irritated at someone. 

Later in the relationship, he knows when to comfort you, when to give you space and when to scold you. 

You really appreciate this because he doesn't sugarcoat his words and he gives you advice that is honest and comes from his heart.

Moving on, let's talk about his friends.

By friends I mean Oikawa. 

When Iwaizumi first got a s/o Oikawa was fuming because 

‘wHo wOuLd DaRe taKe mY iWa-cHaN aWay frOm mE’

Iwa slapped him on the back of his head after he said that. 

After that every time you would come to school, Oikawa would stick to Iwaizumi like a leech

(for comedic purposes of course)

Iwaizumi found it amusing at first how jealous you would be that Oikawa was getting all your boyfriends attention. 

But then as time passed you started waving to Oikawa whenever he was sticking with Iwa and he started waving back. 

After that you two developed a friendship.

You know what this means.

Hell for Iwaizumi has started. 

So Iwaizumi would always walk you to class in the morning and you guys would sit with Oikawa for lunch.

Now that you're friends with Oikawa.

Ohoho, I'm sorry Iwa you have to suffer. 

So you guys get along very well and Iwaizumi is very thankful for that because the two most important people (other than his family) are getting along.

It's fine for the first two weeks but then you and Oikawa develop this sibling-like bond.

It's almost identical to Iwa and Oikawa’s bond but because you share the same sense of humor Oikawa doesn't get teased.

Also one time Oikawa convinced you to call Hajime, Iwa-Chan for a day.

To say Iwaizumi was not pleased was an understatement. 

The good thing is Oikawa got the bad end of it but it was worth it.

Also you guys eat lunch together and you and Oikawa keep making bad jokes and Iwaizumi has no choice but to sigh and deal with it, cause he loves both of you.

Poor iWa-ChAn.

You also tend to stick up for Oikawa during practices when the team is teasing him. 

Due to you thinking of him as your little brother (It doesn't matter if you're older or younger Oikawa gives off major annoying little brother vibes.)

And the team cant rebel against you cause if they did Iwaizumi would murder them.

Other than that they absolutely love you cause you take care of the first and second years and keep them in line.

And you get along with Matsun and Makki and share memes with them.

Surprisingly Kyotani also respects you.

And he actually listens to your advice.

(Because of this Oikawa will whine about how no one respects him and goes on a rant and then you have to cheer him up while simultaneously giving everyone attention in the team.)

Being a team mom for Seijoh is very hard.

Also I feel like the reason Kyotani respected you when you became Iwa’s s/o was because you were Iwa’s s/o.

But now his view on you has changed.

He's very inspired by you and looks up to you.

He's always amazed by how you can be such a naturally caring person and be such a good leader and team player. 

He also might come to you for advice if he had an argument with someone.

If you're a volleyball player as well and you're good, be ready for Kyotani following you around everywhere asking questions.

It's sort of endearing.

You and Iwa and Kyotani have this parent-son relationship and it's so wholesome I swear.

(Please adopt him.)

You do not only help keep the team in check you help them with matches too. 

Like maybe getting their opponents videos for Oikawa. 

You also sit down with the first and second years to watch their opponents videos and point out what seems peculiar and what not. 

One time the person who usually took videos of the matches was unavailable so you went out of your way to do it yourself. 

When Iwa found out he hugged you really tight and had this proud look in his eyes.

I bet when Oikawa found out he just clung to you and started full on crying.

(You're basically their manager at this point.)

Also when the team found out that you taped it yourself and all that, their respect from you went out the roof.

Now you are a goddess among them.

(Kyotani literally be looking at you with star eyes)

Enough about the team tho

Let's get back to Iwa and you.

You always try to be sneaky and steal his clothes but he catches you midway trying to sneak one of his jumpers out.

But he lets you have them anyways cause you look fucking cute in them.

Whenever he sees you wearing his clothes this man just blushes like 50 shades of red.

(I'm sorry pun wasn’t intended)

But anyways what I'm trying to say is that he blushes a deep red and basically just becomes a stuttering mess.

You like kiss him on the cheek like this once and he's putty in your hands. 

I'm not even kidding.

Also Iwa’s pretty muscular so no matter how long you are his hoodies will always be loose on you in some way.

(sorry muscular people)

And Iwa finds it so cute like

His s/o in his hoodie that's all loose on them.

Just like internally crying at that point.

Also mind you Iwaizumi loves back hugs like. 

Imagine you are wearing one of his articles of clothing and you just casually back hug him.

Man will short circuit but will never admit he likes them because hes a 

Tsundere~~

But this might just be my love of back hugs talking who knows.

When he doesn't have practice he usually stays at home and cuddles with you or you have movie nights with Tooru but that is rare cause he has to take care of his cousin.

But you guys just calmly cuddle and no one is really speaking.

Just basking in each other's presence and being comfortable in each other's company. 

Sometimes one of you falls asleep and the other just strokes their fingers through their hair.

It's basically the same when he comes back from practice but the only difference is that he takes off his shirt and you massage his strong muscles with some oil. 

After that y'all cuddle but you're blushing the entire time because like Iwaizumi’s shirtless excuse me!

‘And this bitch just goes,

‘Take a picture it'll last longer’ 

Like what, how do you expect yourself not to short circuit.

And curse you Oikawa, you don't have to teach him the ways of flirting.

Usually you wouldn't react to that type of comment but he's shirtless and now you're putty in his hands. 

So you both are like beans. 

Also I'm like a hundred percent sure Iwaizumi is a big spoon. 

He just loves caging you in his arms and making sure you feel protected. 

It also keeps him very grounded and just honestly happy to have you there with him.

There was this one incident in which you and Oikawa were bantering and Iwaizumi wasn't having any of it so he picked you up and threw you on his shoulder. And walked away like nothing happened. 

After that you guys sort of had an impromptu make out session in the club room, which was unfortunately interrupted by Kindaichi barging in.

Bless him.

And his eyes.

You and Iwaizumi had to sit him down and make him swear to not tell anyone. 

After that you two continued but Kindaichi might've accidentally spilled to Kunimi 

Opps.

Bonus points

Iwaizumi likes to buy purple hyacinths for you on valentines day because it's your favorite flower and to also say sorry for when he was not boyfriend like in the beginning of your relationship. 

(Yes I referenced Purple Hyacinth the webtoon, go watch it)

Also the team has a custom made Seijoh jacket, just for you!

And the first time you saw it you just hugged Iwaizumi and started sobbing because these boys were too precious and just too pure. (I love Seijoh)

The end.

[parlideldiavolo]

have mercy, pt. 01

l.

“You have to stop doing this.”

The devil’s plea fell on deaf ears. Vic could only flick his eyes heavenward in a fit of blasphemous humor when Alicia Davenport freed him from a hug. He sighed and released his palms from her arms and maybe the lopsided quirk of his mouth wasn’t as severe as it could have been.

“Okay,” Alicia lied with a wide smile.

“I mean it. Shoo.”

This was met with a kiss on his cheek and Vic huffing before he waved the young woman away. She waved back before breaking into a jog and disappearing down the street. The devil waited until she was well out of sight before shaking his head and smiling to himself as he tucked a bit of hair behind his ear.

Fucking hell.

She’d caught him picking up some mail this time. (Alright, ‘caught’ was a strong word.) Every now and then the soft-spoken human appeared in his periphery like the weight of their shared secret kept pulling them together, though them living in adjacent neighborhoods was the real reason for their occasional run-ins. He’d been careful to keep an eye on her because it was his duty as a gentleman to cut her off at the quick if any interest in him developed beyond ‘freaky guy who saved my life.’

That hadn’t happened (and she was a lesbian.) What had happened was her insistence on a friendship of a kind, and, eh—maybe Vic didn’t push back too hard on it because at least she was keeping her distance otherwise. Ambushing him at the corner of a post office for a few seconds was fine.

And why was he at the post office? To pick up a package, of course. Why hadn’t it been sent to the house? Because Vic happened to live with a mischievous Caligo who couldn’t be trusted not to mess with it if he found it first. That just wouldn’t do, not when the package contained a gift for him.

Vic slid said delivery into the seat next to him as the car roared to life. The dangly, red devil charm hanging from the mirror sparkled against the tinted shades Vic slipped on when he stopped to check himself in the mirror. He smiled at his reflection, flicked his tongue out and finished tying up the rest of his hair. The radio had popped on with the engine and picked up where it’d left off: on the playlist he and Tom had slapped together for the times they felt like tearing up the road on one of their high-speed ventures, and the devil was content to let it stay that way.

He finished primping and checked his phone. Tom got a warning that Vic was on his way back (whether the vampire was home or not. If he wasn’t, maybe he would be.) A few others got memes, his dad got a reply and a series of hearts… (Pfft, Logan liked MCR? Who’d have guessed?) ...

… Aaand, perfect.

(…)

Vic sat in the car a little longer. An odd feeling settled over him when he leaned back in the driver’s seat and gazed out over the dashboard with one gloved hand tracing the wheel. The Maroa streets stretched out in a haze and the car’s A/C purred over the sound of distant traffic and music. After a moment’s consideration, Vic flicked the air off.

That was enough to stir Mephistopheles from his nap. The black cat rose and gave a great languid stretch when he clambered over the seats from the back. He stopped and sniffed at the package before bumping his head into Vic’s shoulder, to which the devil hummed and bunted back.

“Awake now, harlot?” He teased before scooping Meph against him and kissing him on top of his little silken head. Vic then released him and waited til Meph was settled in the passengers seat next to the box before he finished buckling in.

“C’mon,” he told the cat. “Let’s go home.”

Fuck, Vic thought with quiet amusement and another quick glance at the mirror. It really is home now, huh. There’d been a time when he’d thought he’d left that word behind.

But! There was one pit stop to be made. He’d already grabbed some snacks and a few extra items for the candy drawer back at home because he owed Logan and Skipper that much, but the household was also getting low on non-blood drinks and schnapps and that couldn’t be allowed. Vic pulled up at his favorite liquor store and hopped out to correct this while Meph dozed on top of the package whose box he would surely receive after it was opened.

The sensation hit him again when he was checking out. It grew like a shadow in the back of his mind—not quite clear, but lingering. Vic accepted the drinks and stopped in front of the door.

Several heartbeats passed.

He could hear that same heart in his ears. The rest of the world faded. The doors chimed. Hazy sunlight filtered through the windows and pooled around his booted feet.

Vic gazed out the door and knew the taste filling his mouth for what it was, because everyone was a little different and a waterfall of years can never put out the feeling of taking the hand of someone you thought could be your family only to have them let you be swallowed by fire.

Fire. Vic could feel it crawling up the back of his neck like a ghost. 

Fire.

He stepped out onto the street and the older man who’d been standing next to his—Tom’s—their car looking through the window instead turned to look at Vic.

Fire. It was still written in his face. Years hadn’t diminished the mark it had left or the smile he now wore, set deep amongst well-worn laugh lines and bright eyes shadowed by the sun.

Fire. Vic was burning up just like all those years ago.

You can’t be saved.

The man smiled. “It has been a while.” He looked back down at the car with his hands drawn behind his back.

Fire. 

(Of course it’d be here. Of course it’d be now.)

<“Let us go for a drive,”> Mercy said.

(Of course he thought he’d have more time.)

[dcmidivine]

ship meme for crunch & their new relationship pls 🥺

this is gonna be a long one

Who is more aggressive in bed?

ok so tai is by far the more aggressive person of the two of them in day-to-day life but then he's like omg but caspar<3333............... and would (at least at first) be weirdly hesitant to initiate anything that falls on the more sexual side bc u know he's a romantic guy, he likes to wine and dine a gentleman before taking them to bed

and then i feel like caspar is just like wow that date was so nice :) now i'm going to take your clothes off

Lights on or off?

you know i think it changes from time to time and also depends if there's any light coming through the window

also if they're at caspar's place they can turn off the overhead lights and use the tiktok colour changing LED strip lights that i Know caspar has don't lie to me

Who does what chores?

i feel like tai would end up doing most of the chores? not bc caspar wouldn't do them but bc i bet caspar procrastinates doing them and meanwhile tai has such a routine that he just gets to it before caspar does (and tai is used to living with roommates so he's in the habit of just cleaning up after himself as he goes)

Who gets babied when they’re sick?

oh please this isn't even a question, it's caspar

Who makes breakfast?

hmmm it can depend because on mornings where tai goes for a run he'll usually just have a protein shake and then by the time he comes back and showers he's on his way to the next part of his day and wouldn't think about it any further

BUT on mornings where he doesn't go for a run he has a little bit of extra time because he'll shower at the gym so he'll make breakfast for the both of them and either bring it to cas in bed (if he's awake) or leave it on the counter for him with a little post it note saying good morning (if he's asleep)

but also when cas makes toaster waffles (which he seems like he'd enjoy) he makes an extra one for tai so that counts too

Where would they go on their honeymoon?

oh maybe somewhere like new zealand? i don't think somewhere tropical, but still somewhere warm that was near the water

What are their quirks while sleeping?

cas goes out adventuring in his sleep, tai sleeps on his stomach with no pillow like a freak

also there's no way cas doesn't steal the blankets in the middle of the night but it's okay because tai runs super warm anyway

What is their favorite activity as a family?

they're pretty happy doing anything with the other person's company! i feel like they really like going to look at christmas lights together tho and on a more regular basis they watch a lot of clouds

Who is the stricter parent?

i don't think either of them would be all that strict? i think cas would be a little more easygoing if their kids were misbehaving but tai was raised by three hippie parents who were all about laissez-faire parenting and he turned out fine

i bet it would end up the kind of thing where both of them are super chill parents so the older sibling (i'm thinking two kids for some reason) would be just weirdly protective like "omg you're gonna let them do that??" and cas and tai are like uh....... yeah?

Who would be the big spoon?

tai wants to hold cas

Who would wake up first?

LMAO i feel like sometimes tai wakes up a solid six hours before cas

Do they have nicknames for each other?

they've called each other cosmo and spirit since they were kids but at this point neither of them can remember why or how those nicknames came about

tai would also 100% call cas 'love' after a while

What happened when they met each other’s parents?

they've both met each other's parents on multiple occasions! tai does Not like caspar's adopted parents for many reasons, but tai's parents adooooore caspar! one of tai's dads is a photographer and actually gave caspar his first camera when he was younger c: tai's mom pepper ends half her phone calls to him by telling him to say hi to cas for her

How do they apologize after an argument?

very quickly, i feel like it would normally be tai apologizing because it would normally be his fault hvlskdfsdf

What would they be like as parents?

i think they would be good parents! but idk if cas wants kids and tai could go either way

Who is the better cook?

tai's decent at cooking! he also enjoys it and he likes the gesture of making lunch or dinner for his boyfriend

Who is more romantic?

they can definitely both be romantic but i think it's tai

What sort of gifts do they get for each other?

something thoughtful and normally homemade! they're both artists and both appreciate art so most of their gifts are creative. when it isn't for a certain occasion like christmas or a birthday, i feel like tai would buy flowers for cas and cas would pick flowers for tai

Who gets jealous easiest?

tai 😶

Who gets more excited for events? (e.g. birthdays, christmas…etc)

hmmm probably tai but cas goes along with it

Who is the most adventurous?

cas c:

Who is the most protective?

if ANYONE said a mean word to cas..... honey, you've got a big storm coming

What would they have been like as childhood sweethearts?

they WERE childhood sweethearts lmfao but they were adorable of course! tai was homeschooled and caspar's parents were strict so every afternoon tai would ride his lil bike to cas's school and meet him outside so he could walk him home, and then on the weekends they explored the forest beside tai's house and built a little fort there that was just for them

Song to sum them up?

how about a whole playlist

[iampikachuhearmeroar]

y’know the wildest thing still to happen to me on this hellsite was my first experience of sexting, sans nudes, that was done in front of at least 250-500 followers because of those horny anons i had in early 2013 when i was 17. instead of being exposed to it on my phone privately with a partner at that age, it was done publicly for the internet to see lmao. i remember begging the anons to stop and “come off anon” because i was “losing followers” at the time too bc i was so insecure about my follower count lmao. and then yeah when they came off anon they were both 28 years old.

to write the responses, i just consulted cosmo mag sex pages for ideas hoping that the anons would like the options i chose. in one i detailed doing anal- a sex act i hadn’t even done yet irl- let alone every other thing i suggested in them (head, idek long, drawn out foreplay, some stupid fancy sex moves that cosmo was all like “use these moves to spice up your sex life 🔥🔥”, sex in a bath, i’m pretty sure i had some lines about tying or handcuffing them to a bed (????) etc etc etc)….

when again, i had never even done any of those above sex acts in real life. i was a naive teen who was incredibly shy in regards towards her love life because she’d “never been kissed” and had never had the “hot emo boyfriend whose in a band and is covered in tattoos” she’d always wanted, let alone even a boyfriend that she had actually fucking liked (ie clear braces boy, for like a month in year 9/2010 vs the popular boys that made fun of her, that she always had unrequited crushes on)…. hell, my blog title when i first started on here in 2011 was “the perfect epitome of being forever alone” because of these very reasons. but here she was, writing explicit sex acts to strangers like she knew what the fuck she was doing, to an audience of 250-500 people- and then to fucking grown ass men in inboxes. i was just parroting the shit i’d read in cosmo (both sex advice and sometimes excerpts of erotica/“sexy, steamy reads” they had some months) and also heard repeatedly in the porn that my high school stalker/creeper at public school loved to show (harass) me with to flirt with me, whenever we were alone together at school in 2012/2013.

like you could tell how naive i was….. because i used ridiculous lines like “like a gentleman entranced, you lead me to the bath for our next foray” and dumbass prose-y things like that. because what the fuck does that even mean 😂😅????

and this is why i think minors should be careful with their online experiences. like yeah, you could say that i wasn’t a minor anymore- more of a “young adult”- who should of made the smart decision to not engage with these anons. but i was a kid. i thought it was fun. and when the dudes came off anon, i thought to myself “it’s not like i’m ever gonna meet them if i ever go to the US or puerto rico at any point. it’s not like that they’ll ever recognise me in person or ever reach out to me again in the future. i might as well do it.” and i did eventually end up ignoring the guys in my inbox, due to my mental health kinda plummeting from the middle til the end of 2013 because of my end of high school exams and stuff… and also the puerto rican guy’s infamously inappropriate “hot PE teacher fucks HOT female high school student in the girls change room showers” fantasy which fucking disgusted me, when he full well knew that i was STILL IN high school.

and obviously again, there’s the point about using the “block” button function. but as i’ve stated several times over my years on here, back in my early days of tumblr, i never wanted to block or unfollow people (even if they were trash like these two men), because it seemed so “mean” and “final”. obvs now i have no qualms about blocking people, and actively encourage younger people on here to use the block button with reckless abandon towards creepy people or people who can hurt them in some way. but to high school teenage me, the whole “using the block button” thing seemed to go against me being a “nice girl/person” so i never used it, no matter which social media platform i was on.

this is why i’m hella scared for young teen girls on tik tok wanting to have onlyfans accounts: because it’s where they’ll be exposed to ACTUAL CREEPS AND PREDATORS incredibly quickly; all because they can make money off selling images of just their feet or eventually their body….. depending on what these creepy strangers demand from them….. and they’ll feel like they’ll have to do it…. but to do it before you even start experimenting properly with relationships and sex is even worse. like. yeah. i’ve admitted before that i originally started this tumblr to possibly post nudes, to see if i’d get the positive feedback that i so desperately wanted/craved from the boys in my year at catholic school- eg. to be called “sexy”, “hot”, “fuckable” possibly “beautiful”- like some of the so called “popular girls” got on their hella basic bikini photos back then (like i remember one girl i knew ended up with like 500 likes and a fair amount of comments on one of her bikini pics and i was INCREDIBLY BITTER because not even a pic of me with a nice outfit on, my hair done and makeup on could EVER get those numbers, let alone even break over the double digits).

but i decided posting nudes or other explicit images on here was an absolute no go, because i realised that i never wanted people that i knew digging up barely clothed/naked pics of me and sending them to me all like “hey, is this you?” and then possibly mocking me, all because i would’ve been dumb enough to put my face in them probably at the time. now when i take nudes and send them, i never show my face. because i know now, that even in relationships, your partner can use nude pics as leverage for arguments or to abuse you in such a way that they’ll upload your pics without your knowledge to god knows where on the internet probably as a way to get back at you in a horrible breakup.

this is what i sincerely hope some young girls who ever contemplate starting onlyfans accounts take some time SERIOUSLY CONSIDER. please know that if you share shit on onlyfans, it can shared and re-shared (i think idek how OF works tbh) to god knows who- and eventually end up in the hands of people you know. i don’t fucking care if it’s a “good way to make money!” or if people think that im trying to stop teen girls from being “girl bosses” and the other dumb as fuck internet memes you want to throw at me. because this shit isn’t “haha internet meme funny” material. it’s some fucking serious stuff. and also, i’m not saying “don’t become a sex worker when you’re older” or whatever either. you’re free to make that choice when you’re in your 20s (no i even mean 17-19 year olds in this post as “young teen girls”- sorry you’re basically kids to me at almost 26). just please consider where the fuck your stuff can be shared to. who it can end up being shared with or to.

this is why i was so fucking adamant with my infamous old follower mr adelaide fuckboy/MAF that i personally would NOT consider becoming a camgirl for him or just generally… because i had no idea where the fuck my images or videos would end up. and do you know the places i’d never want them to fucking be??? in the hands of my high school stalker/creeper. in the hands of those two 28yo men from 2013 (who’d now be in there late 30s or early 40s). i absolutely don’t want them in the hands the mid-to-late 20s and early 30s men that that girl i met at public school in 2012 who was pissed that i didn’t believe that were “adults” because we were finally over the legal age of consent (16) in our state of australia, and so we were apparently fine to “fuck” literal grown ass men because “just fuck them and they’ll be nice to you!!” which i knew was fucking bullshit.

i absolutely don’t fucking want explicit videos/images of me ending up in “why the fuck won’t you let me give you “sex lessons” in the back of my car as a “favour” and as payment for teaching you how to drive you stupid, stuck up & frigid, virgin bitch!?” guy’s hands from 2014 (when i was 18/19 at the time and he was 25… he ended up being the first person of many i’d EVER block on social media lol). or i don't want them in the hands of those weird early 20s dudes (one of which was trying to set me up with his friend) who hit on me at 16/17 (2012) who were angry that i didn’t like and watch porn as much as they did…. and who promptly asked me at the end of their period of harassing of me: “do you know any sluts we could add?” because i kept refusing their suggestions etc.

hell, quite frankly i don’t even want them to go to mr adelaide fuckboy/MAF either, but the very few and far between nudes that i sent on snapchat to him back in 2016 are some nudes that i’d rather forget lmao. hell. i don’t even know if MAF ever deleted my nudes or shared them somewhere else or not, after he fucking wheedled them out of me with “i’ve followed you for 4 years, don’t be a shit! you owe me nudes!” so he’d just shut the fuck up about my social life decisions and leave me the fuck alone.

i don’t want ANY ONE of the guys i mentioned above to get their hands on photos of minors either…. because i definitely know my hs stalker/creeper would… because his fave “make her jealous” tactic that he’s always used on me is that “hey…. i’m dating a *insert teenage girl’s age here*! be fucking jealous that you don’t fucking have me and feel guilty that you won’t fuck me like this girl does!!!” just like he did in 2015, when i ran into him on the home from uni… when i turned 20 the next week and he turned 20 that december. at that time it was a 14yo girl he used as an example of him “dating”/“fucking” to make me jealous. instead, i was completely and utterly fucking disgusted. like any fucking sane and normal human being would/should be at that horrible age gap. that is literally a fucking child that he was fucking grooming. and we were literal adults. back the fuck away.

just please. PLEASE CONSIDER the types of people that trawl these kinds of sites and their intentions. please consider that you are young. very fucking young. you literally DO NOT need to upload nudes to the internet because it’s apparently a “lucrative” business. fuck the jokey “boss babe” rhetoric around it all the way to fucking hell.

because if you’re a minor: i do not want you to have your first experience of sexting or sending explicit images literally in front of god knows how many total strangers for the whole world to see (okay i know only fans is like subscriber/follower based or whatever. but i don’t care)…… even when you (depending how good you are with relationships etc) haven’t reached the common supposed milestones of your “first boyfriend/girlfriend/partner” or “first kiss” or have even “lost your virginity” (which isn’t real anyway- don’t buy this fucking bullshit)…. just like i stupidly did with my exposure to sexting here on my tumblr back in 2013. these people don’t/won’t give a flying fuck about your privacy or safety. they don’t/won’t give a fuck about your boundaries either.

please don’t possibly scar yourself for life, just because you’re being told that it’s a quick & convenient way to make some money for weirdos on the depths of the internet. you will regret it in future. just like i do now with mine. it should’ve been something personal between me and and a guy i trusted and liked at the time. not to some random 250-500 random strangers on this hellsite (okay the notes on these posts were literally single digits or non-existent, but still… and also some of my irl friends who had tumblr saw these posts as well) for a show….. and then privately with two 28yo literal grown ass men…. who should’ve been fucking hitting on women their own goddamned age and in their own countries and NOT a 17yo high school KID (at the time) from australia; who, now in her 20s, needs therapy to sort this shit out lmao. mind you they both reeled me in with the “you’re so mature for your age” bullshit line…. which i fell for a little bit, even if it did make me feel kinda gross at the time, too. don’t fall for that bullshit either.

[swampythesweetsketch]

Mimzy Mochama (NSR Edition!)

Name: Mimzy "Mariposa" Mochama-Supernova They/She | Poly/Demi Glitter Ball Object head Age 21-23 (varies for AUs) Themes: Flora/Fauna (from Father) and Galaxy (from Mother) Colors: Green and Gray/Black Music: Dance Pop (Ex. Circle ft GUMI, Again and ECHO by Crusher-P)

Mimzy was born to Oliver Mochama and Isabelle "Intergalactic" Supernova.

She was left behind in Vinyl City for unknown reasons and was instead raised by her uncle, Thomas "Subatomic" Supernova.

Thomas raised his niece while phasing from his professor job to a professional artist in NSR.

Mimzy was kept away from the other NSR artists at a young age due to her love of dancing. And Thomas did NOT want Tatiana to make Mimzy a child artist like what happens to Yinu years later.

When Mimzy was a bit older, she was introduced to Eve. The two were okay but Eve's insistence on "interpreting" and "defining" Mimzy's dance routines lead to the two quickly fighting.

She also met Tatiana, after Thomas/Nova allowed, and to confirm his fear- she did in fact question Mimzy if she wanted to lead her own district after displaying her dancing.

She turns down the offer at first.

Until she met NeonJ and 1010.

Neon J and her got along quite fine, she's very patient with his army persona and knows he has some issues.

Now 1010-

She and Rin were immediate enemies. Come to find that 1010's personalities from "gentleman" can easily phase into "jock". Rin wasn't the best at conversations early on, so his unwelcome advances and flirting towards Mimzy pissed her off to no end.

Purl-hew and her got along at first. But come to find that Purl-hew was a friend of Eve's, and after Eve got to push her perception of Mimzy to Purl... yeah. Their friendship fell apart, worse off when Purl-hew defended Rin.

ZImelu and Mimzy were okay at first, they don't like Purl and Rin and want to spend anytime AWAY from any NSR events to only spend time together. Zimelu developed a crush on Mimzy after the two began sneaking off to underground karaoke bars and got to hear her sing for the first time.

Haym and her are... well- Mimzy didn't like him at first. When the fight between her and Rin happened, Haym tried to de-escalate. Which convinced Mimzy that he was on Rin's side. Haym lost his cool with his brothers sometime after, the two ran into each other and spent time tucked away in Cast Tech to help him out with his conflicted feelings. He started to crush on her when she became ride-or-die with him and Zimelu.

Eloni was an odd case as he tried to ignore her, kinda complacent with his weak popularity within 1010's group. Mimzy was too preoccupied with fighting Rin and Purl-hew at the time to talk.

Mimzy decided to take Tatiana's offer after the 1010 fiasco, but Thomas/Nova urged her to have Mimzy get a portion of Cast Tech instead to help avoid the energy consumption of constructing a new District.

So after 2 years, Mimzy obtained a quarter of Cast Tech to turn into a night-themed park called Lunar Trail with a central dance studio and open stage. The place is a favorite when it's nighttime, fairy lights are used to brighten the place but not too bright to blot out the night sky.

As she begins the process of opening her stage to smaller acts and new dancers, she finally gets to meet Eloni. Zimelu and Haym snuck him out to see a late show, and the two hit it off quite well despite Mimzy's hesitance. But after they close up the stage and go off to get food, they find to have a lot of shared interests with memes and internet culture, along with sharing their own interests like Mimzy's love for old cartoons and Eloni's passion for ice cream making. (Yes I am making a headcanon that Eloni is the one behind all the ice cream shops in Metro Division. fite me)

When the two start secret dating, Zim and Haym are supportive! (and a little pissed that their bro got to be with Mimzy even though they had a crush on her before he did.) Yeah, these four are idiots in love (after Zim and Haym confess too) and don't dare tell anyone.

During the DK West riot, Lunar Trail is one of many places caught in the fires and destroyed. The loss of the mini district hit NSR hard and DK West is ran out of Vinyl City, Cast Tech had to close off a portion of its district to rebuild.

Mimzy, feeling without purpose, was advised to use her skills to work with 1010 or Eve. She chose Eve. She didn't want to deal with Rin or Purl-hew.

Though Eve did turn down her partnership, the two did talk about their problems and left a bit better than before.

She was pushed to work with 1010 afterwards, and Rin ignored her for the most part. Purl-hew got word about her and Eve (kind of) making up and tried to talk to Mimzy, but they too ignored each other.

Zimelu, Haym, and Eloni got to spend more time with her. They were happy with it, then they got worried that Rin might catch them.

Mimzy returned to her almost complete district as NSR went to judge for their monthly Lights Up auditions to check everything before it went back online.

Then B2J came to audition...

Mimzy held off opening the district to avoid B2J coming there to get her Platinum Disc and had her uncle stay in her rebuilt flat until the Rock Revolution hit its peak.

After the game...

Mimzy reopened Lunar Trail to new artists and performers like she planned to. As she got to meet B2J as a friend instead of corporate foe, she came to find out that Zuke was DK West's brother. Yeah, she didn't like him so much after telling him what damage his brother did to destroy Lunar Trail the first time.

Mayday, she kind of enjoys her company but doesn't consider a friend due to Mayday's company. She enjoys her more plain and skin-deep approach to analyzing things.

With the other NSR artists gaining more free time thanks to new artists, Eloni started to open up his schedule to babysit Yinu.

The tiny child wanted to see the "Natura rip-off" that was in Cast Tech. Well, she sees Lunar Trail and then has the time of her life playing in the playground and seeing the night sky and now she wants her own playground in Natura. (To help visualize the difference between Natura vs Lunar Trail- Natura to me is this posh plaza with golden colors, small statues, and a more garden/apartment flat setting. Lunar Trail is a lax park setting with blue/green lighting, circling trees to close it off to the rest of Cast Tech, and few buildings to be found.)

Rin and Mimzy get to work with a small collab, and Rin apologizes for his dumbass behavior. Mimzy accepts and the two become casual work buddies.

Purl-hew and Eve get to talk to Mimzy after Eve got her own beef with Zuke resolved, and the three come to terms with their grudges. Purl decides to pause his and Eve's friendship, as he wants time to discern his thoughts and feelings that've been influence by her.

Vinyl City improves, NSR gets reformed to allow leeway to new power and improvements.

Mimzy gets to close the stage late at night to go back to her flat. Zim, Haym, and Loni are there to see her after a long day.

[kayluh1915]

Beautiful People

Paring(s): Pedro Pascal/Female Reader

Words: 5,378

Warnings: Angst with a Happy Ending, Anxiety Disorder, Medication Discussions, Insecurities, and Panic Attacks.

You and Pedro have been secretly dating for a few months now after a chance meeting. You both agreed that it was time to reveal your relationship to the public and chose to do so by accompanying him at The Oscars, but your anxiety does a great job of making you think that you don't deserve it.

DISCLAIMER!

This story is based on the song Beautiful People by Ed Sheeran & Khalid, but this IS NOT a songfic. It just gave me this vibe of Pedro walking down the red carpet with someone who doesn't quite feel like they belong and he comforts her by saying he doesn't really belong either and proceeds to list why they're better off because of it. I dunno, It just sounded sweet.

As always, comments are welcomed and encouraged.

You can also follow me on Twitter if you'd like. My life is boring, but I might be able to make you laugh if I’m lucky.

Enjoy!

(PS: Pepe is a real person. He was my Spanish teacher my first semester of college... and yes, he really went to Cincinnati every Friday to gamble)

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The frigid February air was like icicles on your skin, sending a full-blown shiver down your spine as you hurried out of the Science building and towards the dining hall. It was nearly noon and you’ve had only had a banana and a bottle of water this morning, so lunch sounded pretty great right about now… maybe a cup of hot cocoa as well.

The dining hall was about a three-minute walk from the Science building, more than enough time for the cold to seep through the layers of your coat and deep into your bones. The possibility of a cup of cocoa turned into an inevitability, you running for the hot beverage machine as soon as your student ID was swiped.

You sat at your usual spot, hanging your backpack on the back of the chair before taking a greedy sip of the hot drink. The warmth was a godsend, the sugary beverage warming your icy hands with a pleasant hum tumbling from your lips.

“You make noises like that in bed?” Someone asked, snapping you out of your warming daze. It was your roommate and closest friend, Lauren. You snorted at her remark, almost spitting out a sip of your drink.

“I thought you had Spanish class at noon?”

“Nah. It’s Friday, remember?”

“Oh yeah, gambling day.” Like you, Lauren was a music student. It was how you had met nearly four years ago. Like most music students, you both used the extra humanities credits you had earned in high school to bail you out of the required foreign language credit until university. You were doing fairly well so far, but it was because you had a decent teacher. She wasn’t the best, but she was alright.

Lauren’s was just… something else.

On the first day of class, he told his students to call him “Pepe” because he didn’t do the “formal shit.” He also said that there would never be a class on Friday’s because he goes up to Cincinnati to gamble with his buddies. Why he didn’t just put down that his classes were only on Monday and Wednesday were beyond you.

“Yeah. Whatever, though right?” Lauren continued. “I’m not complaining about one less day of class.” You smirked mischievously.

“No, but your Spanish is…” Lauren scoffed, only causing you to laugh harder into your cup.

“Bitch, you shut the fuck up. You can’t speak the damn language either.” You shrugged.

“You’re not wrong, but at least I’m learning more than you are with Pepe.” Lauren groaned.

“Fuck you. Come on, let’s grab some grub.” You stood up and grabbed your backpack, throwing away your empty drink cup to grab something to eat. You settled on your usual favorite and sat back down with Lauren who had somehow already made it halfway through her plate.

“God, slow down.” You teased as you hung your backpack back on the chair.

“I didn’t eat breakfast this morning. Cut a bitch a break.” You shook your head, digging into your own plate, but at a much slower pace. You both sat in comfortable silence, enjoying your meals as the indecent chatter of the surrounding students and meme music playing from the jukebox continued on.

“So,” Lauren said, breaking the silence as she sat down her drink. “What are you doing this weekend?” You froze at her question but played it off the best you could. Any hint of hesitation would send her into a frenzy of questions that you weren’t prepared to answer.

“I’m going in to see Mom. Maybe stop by my Mamaw’s too.” Lauren’s shoulders slumped.

“Damn, that’s too bad. Devon invited us over to his Oscar watch party tomorrow night. Figured you might want to come along since you’re into that sort of thing.” 

You swallowed hard at the mention of The Oscars. Just play it cool… don’t. fucking. panic.

“Normally I would, but it’s been a while since I’ve seen Mom. You know how she gets when I don’t come to visit for a while.” Lauren nodded her head in understanding, knowing full well of how your Mom was after living with you for two years.

Little did she know that you had just seen your mother last weekend.

“I understand, boo. I’ll let him know you can’t make it. When are you leaving?”

“As soon as I’m done here. I packed my stuff this morning so I could just go. Trying to beat the traffic as much as possible.” She nodded in understanding.

“Well, I hope you have a good time with your Mom. Say hi to her for me, will you?” You internally sighed a breath in relief. How your big mouth managed to keep him a secret all this time let alone this was beyond you, but you managed to pull it off somehow.

“Yeah, sure.”

After you finished eating, you hugged Lauren goodbye and went back to your dorm long enough to drop off the books you didn’t need and pick up your suitcase. You went through your mental checklist one last time and locked your door behind you as you left.

You unlocked your car and threw your stuff into the backseat, making your way towards the interstate as soon as you left the college.

Home was about a two or three-hour drive down south, but where you were really going was about a 40-minute drive north. You put on some music as you cruise down the interstate, your nervousness slowly increasing the closer you got to your destination.

Your hands shook on the steering wheel, you bounced your left knee furiously, and you were biting your lip… pretty hard. You thought about reaching into your purse for the “take as needed” anxiety medication your psychiatrist prescribed you but decided to hold off on it a little longer. Maybe it’d taper off when you got to the airport.

It didn’t.

You had flown before, but that had been years ago when your micro home town had some kind of festival thing and gave free airplane rides. This commercial airline stuff was something entirely new to you which was already nerve wreaking, but the unexpected bustle of such a smaller airport made it worse.

Weeks before when you first booked the flight to Los Angles, you did as much research as possible to make sure that you knew the “norms” and guidelines of all the airports you were going to since there were no direct flights available. You were as prepared as anyone could be, but you were still extremely nervous and all the foot traffic only made it worse.

You went through security without any qualms and took a seat to wait for your flight to begin boarding. You pulled out your phone and texted your Mom and Lauren before someone walked up to you in your peripheral.

“Excuse, miss?” You looked up from your phone to come face to face with an older gentleman. He looked to be in his early 50’s with salt and peppered hair and a kind smile. He asked you your name and you confirmed with a nod.

“Sorry to disturb you, but your private flight is prepared to depart whenever you’re ready, Miss.”

...Excuse you, what?

“P-Private flight? But I-... I paid for an American Airlines flight.” The man nodded.

“Yes, but Mr. Pascal has sent a private jet to retrieve you. He was fairly insistent to make sure that you boarded.” You sighed heavily. You told him that a two-stop economy flight that you paid for was more than fine, but the thought of you doing anything like a normal person seemed to bother him for some reason.

“Okay. I-I guess I’m ready to go then.” The man smiled.

“Of course, Miss. May I take your bags for you?” You hesitated.

You had never been waited on like this before and you weren’t quite sure how to feel or respond to it. You were perfectly capable of carrying your own stuff and this guy probably wasn’t getting paid enough to carry some lucky college student’s stuff, but was it rude to say no even if you did so in a polite manner? So, you just agreed and handed him over your suitcase and backpack.

You followed him outside and over to a small commercial jet, a woman who looked to be around her mid 30’s standing right by the entrance of the aircraft.

“Welcome aboard, Miss. I’m Kendall Bishop and I’m your captain for today. If you’ll go ahead and take a seat and buckle your seat belt, we’ll depart shortly. I do ask, however, that you remain seated and keep your seat belt fastened until Mr. Clements informs you that it is safe to move about the cabin. Do you have any questions for me before we begin our descent?”

You smiled politely at her and shook your head.

Upon entering the cabin, you were at a complete loss for words. It was easily the fanciest thing you’d ever seen. Leather seats, stocked alcohol shelves, an endless assortment of snacks, a TV, even a fucking bed of all things. The man, Mr. Clements you assumed, gestured towards the seat closest to you. You sat down and buckled your seat belt like you were told to do.

Mr. Clements then reached into his pocket and pulled out an envelope, gesturing for you to take it.

“Mr. Pascal requested I hand this to you as soon as you board.” You took the envelope out of his hands, looking down at it with a curious gaze. On the back of it had your name scribbled onto it in familiar handwriting. You’d know it anywhere after reading so many letters from him.

“Please enjoy your flight and let us know if there’s anything we can do for you.” You thanked him with another nod, turning the envelope around and tearing it open. The plane prepared to take off as you read.

Mi Abeja,

I know you wanted and paid for a normal flight, but the academy offered to fly you to me privately last second. I was going to ask you if you were okay with it, but you were in class and your phone was off and I had to let them know something before my table read this morning. You work and study so hard and deserve to be pampered so I told them yes. They reimbursed what you paid for your ticket and I’ll give that to you once you get here.

I hope the unexpected change didn’t spike your anxiety too much. I know you’re nervous about this whole thing to begin with and I probably just made it worse. I’m sorry if I did.

 I’ll be there to pick you up as soon as you land at LAX.

Love you,

Pedro. <3 <3 

Your heart soared at his words, leaning back in your seat and looking out of the nearby window just in time to watch the plane lift up from the runway.

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Four hours later, Mr. Clements informed you that you would be landing shortly. Your heart leaped up in your chest as you put your phone back into your backpack and fastened your seat belt.

It had been a few weeks since you’d last seen him and you were nearly vibrating with excitement by the time the wheels touched down on the runway. Mr. Clements offered to take your things again. You still weren’t sure if it was rude to turn him down or not and you didn’t want to ask and risk looking like a moron, so you agreed and handed over your backpack.

The captain opened up the door and exchanged pleasantries with you as you stepped off the plane, but you barely heard her over the pounding of your own heart. As soon as you looked up from the ramp, you saw him. He was there just like he promised he’d be, standing by his car and wearing his favorite pair of sunglasses all while smiling at you with that blinding smile.

Your sneakers barely touched the tarmac before you were sprinting for him. He held out his arms for you and made a small sound when you collided with him, wrapping your arms around his neck and laying your head on his chest. One of his hands caressed the back of your head, holding you to him tightly as the other one held on to your waist.

“I’ve missed you so much, Abeja.” He muttered against the crown of your head. You let go of him long enough to reach up and kiss him, tangling your hand into his dark curls. “Did you have a good flight?” He asked after you pulled away.

“I did. I was a little nervous at first, but I’m okay now.” Pedro gave you a saddened look.

“I’m sorry. I know it was unexpected and didn’t mean to hike you up, I just figured yo-” You put your hand over his mouth.

“It wasn’t your fault, Pedro. I’m just… not used to this… any of it.” He placed a gentle kiss to your fingers, taking your wrist into his hand and gently taking it off of his mouth.

“Please tell me you at least ate something.“ You nodded.

“I ate with Lauren before I left for the airport. She actually invited me to an Oscar watch party this guy named Devon is hosting. I played it cool just like we practiced, but it took everything in me not to freak out.” Pedro giggled, pressing a kiss to your nose.

“Isn’t she in for a surprise?” You barely smiled, nodding gently. You’ve been trying not to think about it, but the idea of you being on display to the entire world made your stomach churn and your knees weak. You were just a first-generation college student from the middle of nowhere, yet here you are in the arms of Pedro Pascal about to walk down the runway of the most prestigious award show in less than 24 hours.

“... Yeah.” You eventually answered. Pedro noticed the change in your demeanor and frowned, placing a kiss on the wrist he was still holding and caressing it gently with his thumb.

“We don’t have to go through with this if you don’t want to, you know? We can always go with plan B.” You shook your head vigorously.

“No, no, no! I-I want people to know… I just… all so new.” Pedro smiled at you sympathetically, brushing a stray piece of hair away from your face.

“Just promise you’ll let me know if it ever becomes too much for you. I can’t help you if I don’t know what’s going on.” You look up into his mocha gaze, the butterflies in your stomach making you forget about your self-doubt if only for a few seconds.

“I promise.”

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That evening you were curled up with Pedro in the hotel bed, empty take-out containers discarded onto the nearby nightstand as you watched The Shining together. He was fully engrossed in the movie, his fingers idly playing with your hair. You had tried to focus on the movie. You really did, but you’ve seen the damn thing a million times. Laughing at memes on Reddit sounded more appealing so that’s what you were doing.

“You know, I really miss you when you’re not with me.” Pedro said after a while. You looked up from your phone and up at his face.

“I miss you too. Music school sucks and I can’t cuddle Lauren… well, I can but it would be awkward.” Pedro laughed, caressing your cheek with his knuckle.

“Tomorrow, our stylists will be here around noon. I know you’re going to be nervous all day and will probably avoid eating, so I’m going to make sure you get up with me and eat a proper breakfast.” You groaned quietly.

“You won’t let me sleep in? Even on a Saturday?” You fake-pouted. Pedro tapped your nose gently with his finger.

“Not when tomorrow is such an important day. I don’t want you nervous on an empty stomach.” You both went back to what you were doing for a minute.

“You did bring your medication, didn’t you?” You hesitated before nodding.

“Yes.”

“Good. You’ll have something in case it gets too intense. Getting you to take it will be another story, though.” You didn’t say anything, favoring instead to raise up from your reclined position to swing your leg over his waist to straddle him. His hands instantly went to your hips, gently caressing them with his large hands.

“You’re so beautiful, Abeja.” He said after a while of looking you over and running his hands over your body. You smiled at him and leaned down to give him a kiss. It was pretty standard as far as kisses go, but when you pulled away you were both looking at one another with a fiery intent and slowly went back in for another. This one searing and far more passionate.

Pedro groaned deep in his throat as your tongues collide, the kiss deepening far beyond your original intent.

You weren’t complaining.

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Pedro’s alarm going off scared the living hell out of you. You had been awake since 4 am, trying your best to go back to sleep, but it just never happened. When you finally gave up around 6:30, you grabbed your backpack and sat at the desk the hotel provided and did your weekend homework. You hadn’t realized that you were that engrossed in it until his alarm buzzed you out of it.

He groaned quietly and reached over to silence it, rolling back over and reaching out to the other side of the bed looking for you. When he noticed that you were gone, he raised up from the sheets and looked around the room. His hair was an absolute nightmare, sticking up in various directions as he stretched out his back and yawned loudly.

“Thought you wanted to sleep in.” He teased after he found you at the desk.

“You said you were going to wake me up early. Figured I might get some work done.” Concern then donned on his brow.

“Honey, how long have you been up?”

“Not long,” you lie. “I wanted to get some work done so I just got up at my usual time.” Pedro got out of bed and padded over to you, rubbing your shoulders and placing a kiss atop your head.

“You work too hard. You should take a break while you can.” You lolled your head back, Pedro’s hands rubbing your shoulders feeling absolutely amazing.

“I’ll do whatever you say as long as you keep doing that.” He laughed, kissing your cheek and heading to the bathroom.

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You didn’t want to question the professional, you really didn’t. But after the third layer of concealer, you just had to.

“That’s a lot of concealer.” The makeup artist laughed.

“I know, I’m sorry. Use some cream for those bags next time and I promise you won’t need as much.”

You didn’t speak after that, allowing the hair and makeup artist to finish you up while they gossiped back and forth with each other. They made other side comments like that to you here and there. They weren’t necessarily rude so you couldn’t really say anything, but they did little for your already rock-bottom self-esteem.

The artist put a dark shade of lipstick on your lips, making a triumphant noise when she finished.

“Didn’t have the best canvas, but you look fabulous sweetheart! Smile with your mouth closed and you’ll be a knockout!” The makeup artist and hairstylist gathered up their things, leaving you sitting there in your robe staring at the floor and hoping they leave fast.

When they finally left, you got up from the bed and walked over to the full-bodied mirror. You showed your teeth and started looking over them. You never thought they looked too bad. Sure, they were crooked and had some spacing, but they were okay. Braces were expensive and playing a brass instrument with braces is a death sentence for lips.

What if you were wrong about them looking okay all this time? Maybe you should have taken out that loan and a semester off to fix your teeth…

Your stylist came in shortly after. He was quieter than the others had been and much nicer which you were thankful for as you changed into the white dress they had picked for you. When you came out, the stylist smiled and hooped.

“You look gorgeous!” You finished off your look with matching jewelry and a clutch purse, sitting down on the bed to put on your heels.

“It took me forever to find a pair of acceptable wedges for you, sweetheart. I don’t know why you didn’t just tough it out for one night, but hey. I get it. Country girls don’t like heels and that’s okay! It worked out.”

Again, not necessarily rude… but damn.

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You were waiting in the lobby for Pedro to come out, bouncing your leg nervously and trying to remember not to touch your eyes or bite your lip because of the makeup. When you saw him step off the elevator, your breath caught in your throat. His hair was slicked back and his facial hair neatly trimmed, the black velvet suit hugging his broad shoulders perfectly.

“Wow…” He muttered, looking you up and down. “You look absolutely stunning, Abeja.”

“You don’t look so bad yourself.” You replied, playing with his bow tie.

“Hey, hey, no. Don’t touch it. I don’t know how to tie it back if it comes loose.” You laughed and shook your head.

“Fine… I’ll unwrap my present later.” Pedro’s own breath caught as you winked up at him. He cleared his throat and composed himself, offering you his arm.

“Ready?” You swallowed and nodded, taking his arm for him to escort you.

“As ready as I’ll ever be, I guess.”

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You were in line for the red carpet, the flashing cameras of the paparazzi already blinding and you were still pretty far back. Your stomach churned, a wave of nausea rising up but nothing happening. Pedro took your shaking hand into his and squeezed it gently.

“You okay?” He asked, noticing how tense you were and only grew worse the closer you got.

“... fine.”

“Plan B’s still an option if you need it, Abeja. You have your medicine you can take too.” You shook your head, looking back at him to flash him a smile.

“I’m good.” You could tell that he didn’t buy your bullshit. Not even for a moment. He didn’t say anything, though, opting only to lift your hand and press a kiss to the back of it.

“I’ll be right there beside you the entire time, honey. If at any point you feel uncomfortable or need to leave, you let me know.” You nodded at him, accepting a kiss from him before looking back out the window of the limo.

Your turn came up way sooner than you would have liked, the greeter opening up the limo door as soon as the car stopped and allowing Pedro to step out into the public eye. The photographers went nuts, the flashing lights and screams from fans intimidating you more than you thought they would.

What the fuck were you thinking? You’re just some tired ass music student. You don’t belong here with all these people.

You almost chickened out and stayed in the car but when Pedro turned towards you and offered his hand you took it anyway even though your mind was screaming for you not to. Just the gentle touch of his calloused hand on yours grounded you enough to carefully step out of the limo, making sure that nothing happens to your dress.

You could hear the sounds of the crowd die down for a moment as they all started muttering to themselves. Your hand was shaking in Pedro’s larger one, the photographers gasping as soon as they saw your face. They started taking pictures faster than they ever had. The bombardment of flashing lights blinded you for a moment, but you adjusted to them quickly.

Pedro let go of your hand and put it on your back, gently leading you where you’re supposed to go.

“Okay?” He asked as he wrapped his arm around you and brought you close. You nodded. You weren’t comfortable in the slightest, but it wasn’t the worst thing ever. While both of you posed for pictures, people from the group of photographers said a lot of things to both of you. Some were kind, others were funny and got a good laugh out of you. There were also a few who were very rude, but they had been pushed aside by the others.

Overall, it wasn’t nearly as bad as you were expecting… but you were glad it was over.

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You were standing aside checking your phone while Pedro did an interview with some of the press. He had offered you to be with him, but the red carpet had been more than enough fame for you. Your phone was on “do not disturb” mode, but you could still see all the notifications coming in. Your Mom, Dad, Lauren, and other friends bombarding you with messages basically asking what the fuck. You didn’t have the time to reply, so you didn’t open any of them.

Once Pedro was done with his interviews, he escorted you into the main hall where he introduced you to some of his friends and colleagues along the way. You considered it an honor to meet the people most only ever dreamed of, but you knew you didn’t deserve it. Someone else should be here, not you.

When you found your seats, Pedro offered you his hand. You took it and allowed him to seat you before he took his next to you and wrapped his arm around the back of the seat. The show started shortly after.

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“And the Oscar goes to…” You held onto Pedro’s hand tightly as they opened up the envelope, your shaking hands encased in his. He had told you when he had been nominated that he didn’t expect to win it, but you could tell he had some hope as he tensely watched them read the card.

“Pedro Pascal.” You jumped up with Pedro, hugging him tightly as the audience broke out in cheers.

“You deserve it!” You told him, breaking away to give him a quick kiss. You watched him run up stage and accept the golden statue, walking up to the microphone with a few chuckles as he looked over the award.

“Wow, this is uhhh… this is incredible. Truly amazing.” He started. “I’d like to thank the Academy for this honor, my Mom and Dad who worked hard to raise me right and who supported me. My brother and two sisters for being there for me, mi Abeja for loving me unconditionally, and just… so many others. There are so many people in my life who have helped me get to this milestone and if I were to thank all of you, we’d be here all night. I love you all so very much and this truly… a dream come true. Thank you.

The crowd stands up and cheers loudly. You wanted to, but you were too busy trying to make sure your makeup doesn’t run down your face with a tissue from your clutch. Eventually, you give up trying and decide to go to the bathroom just to make sure everything still looks fine.

Your makeup looked just as flawless as it had before. You wish you would have known that the artist had used waterproof makeup so you could’ve properly celebrated Pedro’s achievement, but oh well. While you were there, you decided to use the bathroom. You didn’t have to go that bad, but might as well take care of it while you’re here.

While you were relieving yourself, you heard two other women come in.

“-ld for her. He needs to settle down with someone like us and around his age. Not some college student.” You froze solid when they realized that they were talking about you.

“I know. She isn’t even that pretty. Did you see her teeth? Do they not have braces where she comes from?”

“For real. Her body’s not that great either. Looks like she comes straight from the shack or something.”

“Wonder if that’s where he found her?” They both giggle.

“Either way, she doesn’t belong here.” You knew they were right, but you just couldn’t bare to listen anymore, pulling your underwear back up and fixing your dress after you flush the toilet.

You then run out of the bathroom, not even looking to see who the women were. It didn’t matter, though. They were right. You should have never came here and you couldn’t stay any longer.

You walked back to your seat and gently tugged on Pedro’s sleeve.

“C-Can we go… Please?” You ask, your voice shaking just as much as your hands. Pedro got up instantly when he saw the look on your face, grabbing his trophy, coat and your clutch. He didn’t ask questions as he placed his hand to the small of your back and began to escort you out of the theater.

By the time you got back into the limo you felt like you couldn’t breathe. The voices around you sounding like water as your vision became black around the edges. Oh God, is this what feels lie to die? You couldn’t die. Not now! You had so much to do, so much t-

Something extremely cold suddenly touched your face, the blackness around your vision fading slightly as you looked up to whoever had put something so damn cold on you.

You were instantly met with the warm eyes of your boyfriend, concern laced on his brow as he gently dabbed a cold washcloth over your face. You could see his mouth moving, but you couldn’t make out what he was saying over the pounding of your heart, but it eventually calmed down enough to where you could begin to hear him.

“There we go, bee… that’s it sweetheart. Nice and easy.” Your breathing slowly calmed down, Pedro cradling you in his arms as your panic attack faded.

“I should have never come here…” You muttered. “I don’t belong here. All these fancy dresses, the flashing cameras, nice cars… I don’t deserve any of this.” Pedro placed a kiss to your forehead.

“Don’t say things like that, Abeja. You deserve this just as much as anyone. And as far as not belonging, trust me when I say I don’t either. And, frankly, I’m fine with that. All of these designer clothes, the mindless gossip, the broken homes, being surrounded by so many but still alone? That’s not really a life worth living. The world of Beautiful People is a lonely life, one that I would rather not live.”

You wasn’t sure what to say, so you just didn’t say anything, curling up as close as you could to him.

He made you take a dose of your anxiety medication when you got back to the hotel, taking it with a swig of water before laying down and curling up close to him. You laid your head on his shoulder, the sounds of his breathing and the gentle feeling of his hand caressing your own shoulder lulling you.

Right before you doze off, you heard him say:

“No matter what any of them has said, you’re perfect the way you are and deserve everything.”

________________________

You wake up the next morning still wrapped up in his arms. You lay there for a while just talking and enjoying one another’s company before he finally got up to use the bathroom.

You reach for your phone on the nightstand, turning off “do not disturb” mode for the first time since yesterday afternoon.

Your phone was overloaded. Twitter, Instagram, Snapchat, everywhere was flooded. You didn’t even know where to begin.

Eventually, you just give up trying to put a dent into anything and returned Lauren’s list of missed calls. She answered on the second ring.

“You tell me every little detail, you sneaky bitch. And I mean everything!”

[arcgeminga]

ANSWERED ASK from  @starlightofdream​​​: Whoever you wish to pick (The Twins) + Anxiety ♚ Meme:  Send me a number + an emotion and I will write a drabble/starter of my muse expressing that emotion!

As young boys, it was hard to separate Defteros from Aspros, and Aspros from Defteros. The two were joined at the hip most of the time. 

If they spent too long separated from each other, they started to get anxious. And when they got anxious, it was impossible to not notice their fidgeting.

              —  Defteros.

“Aspros! Don’t go! I won’t be able to follow you!”

“I’ll be back before you know it!” the older brother pinched his twin’s cheek playfully. Aspros was excited since it was his first day of training--but Defteros clung to his brother desperately. 

The caretakers had told them that only of them could train to become saint--and since Defteros was old enough to wear that mask that the caretakers gave him--the duty to become saint naturally fell on Aspros’ shoulders. Defteros wasn’t against the idea at first, but when the day dawned, a sudden surge of distress overtook him. The entire morning, he had been nothing but tears, shouting, and holding onto his brother.

“Defteros!” the browned-haired woman that was in charge of looking after the twins finally snapped at the fussy boy’s fit. “You’re seven! Act your age and stop getting in your brother’s way!” 

“No!” Defteros shouted stubbornly. He couldn't be too angry at her even if she constantly bickered with him. Unlike the previous women that had taken care of them, this lady was nice enough to let him run around the house without his mask. In childish defiance, the dark-skinned Hellene continued to whine. “Aspros is going to be gone for hours!! What am I going to do?!”

“Thank Zeus!” the woman rested her hands on her hips as she shouted back at the child. It wasn’t a hate-filled shout like the other caretakers, so Defteros didn’t get scared of her firm voice. “If he’s lucky, he’ll move into the Residence Halls. You need to let him go, Defteros!” Her response made Defteros stick his tongue out at her, which the woman snappily mirrored.

Aspros patiently pried his little brother’s arms from around him and tried, “It’s fine, Defteros. When I come back, I’ll tell you all about it!’

And Aspros left. Defteros couldn’t bring himself to calm down the entire day. The dark-skinned Hellene kept coming back to the front door every five minutes, biting into his nails as he waited like a lost puppy by the door, before automatically returning to his room before the lady in purple could yell at him to stop being so impatient. It repeated for so long that eventually the woman got fed up. During his last, anxious-driven pacing, she pulled out a long bread from the kitchen and shoved it into his hands. 

“Nibble on that!” She ordered. “Nibble!! By the time you’re finished with it, your brother will be back.”

So, Defteros was shut in his room again, this time with a long stick of bread in his hands. In the back of his mind, he knew that the woman was getting frustrated with his noisy actions... but what can he do? His small hands fussed with the long bun in his hands. He plucked out a piece smaller than his pinkie nail, and bit into it.

He alternated between taking the faintest of bites of the bread and picking out tiny bits to eat until the baked good was a short stump in his palm. He was very distracted by the task of slowly waning the baked item when he heard the distant closing of the front door. 

Oh... his brother was home! 

Defteros dashed from his bed to the front door. His eyes glittered as Aspros was just removing his boots. “Welcome back, brother!” Defteros lunged himself at Aspros for a tight hug that caught his older brother by surprise.

“Ah! Defteros!” Aspros laughed as he tapped lightly on his brother’s arms. “I’m sorry for being late! It started raining terribly.”

“Huh?” Defteros was a bit blindsided by Aspros’ statement. Late? Raining? Since when? “I didn’t realize.”

“Of course you didn’t,” the brown-haired woman rolled her eyes before she strode to the kitchen to prepare a light meal for Aspros. “Also, you haven’t finished the bread. I’m really surprised you really took your time with it, Defteros.”

The mention of the baked item, Defteros leveled a wide-eyed, not-as-furious-as-he-wish-it-was look at the woman and stuffed the rest of the bread into his mouth. Then he took Aspros’ hand and pulled him to their room. He was promised a full story of the day!!

  .

  .

          —  Aspros.

“What do you mean you’re going out?” Aspros furrowed his brow worriedly. Defteros was coughing all morning and their brown-haired guardian currently in their shared room with a hand pressed against Defteros’ sweaty forehead. 

“Your brother is sick, Aspros,” the woman replied with a slight annoyance in her voice. After assessing Defteros’ situation, she gave a hollow hum and wrapped him in the red blanket. “My sisters will be coming soon. Don’t cause them too much trouble.” 

“But...!” Aspros was on the verge of whining. When the brown haired woman lifted Defteros from the bed and walked to the front door, Aspros instinctually followed her--his hand grasping at her iliac robes. “What about Defteros? Is he going to be okay?”

The woman rolled her eyes before indulging the boy’s panic by replying sarcastically, “Actually, no. He’s going to combust into flames at any moment. I need to get him to the doctor before then.”

“That’s not funny,” Aspros pouted, but he was the gentleman and he opened the door for her. Which was the exact moment when two figures jolted from the other side of the threshold. 

“Good heavens!” a piercing laugh immediately made Aspros wince. The ladies laughed as they recovered from the shock of the door opening before they could knock. “Klotho, you have an eye for timing!”

“Be quiet, Lakhesis,” the caretaker rolled her eyes. She pushed passed her sisters with Defteros cradled in her arms. “Aspros might get fussy. Give him a task to do when he gets too annoying. I’ll be back before the morning.”

“Okaaayy,” Lakhesis, the blonde, blew a kiss to her departing sister, and the other woman patted Aspros on the head as she entered.

Aspros was raised with manners so he passed the two ladies a quick greeting before trailing his eyes back to the retreating figure of his caretaker’s tall body. Before he could make a quick getaway and follow the woman that carried his sick brothers, a hand slapped his chest and pushed him into the house while simultaneously shutting the front door.

“Okay! Little Aspros,” the boisterous voice of the woman made him wince again. He was so used to his caretaker’s low, sarcastic and usually calm manner of speaking (until Defteros bickers with her), the cheery tone of Lakhesis made him uncomfortable. But the woman pushed him back and gave his golden hair a good, long scruff. “You got the day with us~! And you know that we’re not like Klotho, so you can do whateeever you want!”

“I want to go follow them,” Aspros swatted away the woman’s hand and pouted up at her. 

“N-no girls you want to bring over?” the yellow-haired woman returned the pout, somehow mocking him. “Or, are you more of a boys guy? Oh! Right! Yeah, you are, aren’t you?”

Aspros gave her a face that conveyed all of his disgust and confusion. He didn’t understand what she was implying, but he could only assume it wasn’t good.

The other woman laughed lowly as she sat at the sofa by the parlor. “Lakhesis, he’s eight.”

“Oh! Right,” the woman shrilled a laughter as she guided an uncomfortable Aspros with her to the parlor. “I forgot! They’ve gotten so big since we last saw them, I thought they were thirteen. But... well, yeah, I forgot!”

Aspros wiggled himself free from the other’s grasp and huffed. Holy hell, these women were annoying! In an agitated march, he walked his way back to the front door of the house. He paused... Half of him wanted to go follow and make sure Defteros would be okay, but his guardian would be so upset at him... At the thought of her being legitimately angry, the boy swayed on his feet. He turned around as if to walk to his room, but only after taking two steps in that direction, he turned around and took three steps to the door... and repeated with varying steps to and fro.

The indecisive pacing probably didn’t longer than ten minutes when he heard Lakhesis’ laughter. the golden-haired boy knew why she was laughing and snapped at her, “Shut up!”

“I’m sorrrrryy!!!” she swayed her way next to him before drawing him into a hug. Her cheery and touchy personality was really annoying...! “You’re just sooooo cute when you worry about your brother! You know that right?”

“Stop it!” Aspros fumed. His cheeks went a little pink at the woman’s teasing. Yet, just as he was about to pinch her arms off of him, her hand presented itself in front of her. Aspros didn’t know if he saw anything in her hand at first, but when he blink, there was suddenly a small ball of yarn. The appearance of the object confused Aspros.

“If you have the time,” the woman smiled mysteriously. “can be a dear and help me make cute little blankets? You brother will return when it’s finished!”

“I don’t know how to crochet,” Aspros immediately responded. He’s seen his caretaker work so intensely with strings and needles, but he and Defteros were never interested...

“Atropos and I will teach you! Come on!”

And for the next two hours and a half, Aspros struggled with thread and needle. Eventually, he gave up while the blonde haired woman laughed at him. The two ladies continued to work on the project as Aspros went to his room, paced, and occasionally came out to check the front door--which also meant that he was the judge of the ladies work.

He was in the parlor judging the ugly, multi-colored shawl when the door opened. Aspros immediately snapped his head in its direction when he heard the faint creak; his caretaker returned, with Defteros sleeping in her arms.

“Defteros!” Aspros immediately jumped from his seat and hurried over to the lady, eyes glued onto his sleeping brother. He could tell that the trip to the doctor had cured whatever aliment plagued Defteros; the sleeping boy looked so relaxed and was breathing easily. 

The savage anxiety that had been consuming him during those long hours finally faded away.

“...What the hell is that thing?” Klotho squinted over to her sisters and right at the shawl that was finished.

“A shaaaaaaaawl!” Lakhesis sang as proud as a songbird as she held it up. But Aspros wasn’t paying attention to them at this point. All of his energy was on his brother. It’s best to get him to bed.

Quietly, Aspros looked at his guardian with a wordless pea to take Defteros from her arms, and she understood his request. She gave the sleeping boy to Aspros--which wasn’t too much of a struggle. Defteros was very thin, and Aspros had already developed inner strength from his training.

The young boy left the three sisters to bicker about the hideous creation, taking his precious brother to their shared bedroom and laying him down. Then he laid down on his side of the large mattress and took one of Defteros’ hands into his own.

Finally... it was so quiet, and Aspros finally felt his body unwind. The anxiety had immediately drained the young saint-in-training of his energy, and he promptly fell asleep next to his brother.

[nikatyler]

Theo Wilde for @tashsim‘s Rocky

This is what happens when I fall down the rabbit hole of classic literature memes.  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

After studying literature in college, Theo moved to Forgotten Hollow to feed his undying obsession with all things dark and mysterious. When he’s not hanging out around the graveyard and taking creepy (and lowkey inappropriate) pictures, he’s at home playing the violin, reading classics or writing poetry. His roommates from uni say that the poems of the kind Theo writes are dead - well, they think that about poetry in general (”you uncultured swines, after all we’ve been through, how dare you?!” - Theo). This young gentleman however believes that if that’s the truth after all, he has the power to bring it back to life. Time will tell.

Theo is a good listener, but he loves talking too. Once it’s his turn in the conversation, he will ramble for long minutes, often forgetting what the original topic was. But hey, he has a lot of interesting things to say, it’s fine. People love him for that, as long as he doesn’t start whining about some philosophical topics like life or death (which...he actually does a lot). He tends to overreact. If a little thing throws him off, he will respond inadequately without thinking about it much. Screaming, crying, you name it, he can get very emotional.

Oh, by the way? His neighbours are pretty interesting. They might be vampires, but Theo is still not a hundred percent sure. He’s getting all the evidence. Not to expose them, no (come on, they’re friends, and after all it would be cool if they actually were vampires!). He has an idea about a horror novel inspired by them, but you didn’t hear that from me.

Lately, Theo’s life has become so repetitive and lonely. He feels like his recent poems suck. He’s run out of inspiration. Ah, a tragedy! A BC might be exactly what he needs to spark things up a little bit. And well...Rocky is cute...and uhh...yeah, Theo might already have a poem about him. Will he get a chance to tell him?

Fun Facts:

23 years old

Hasn’t told anyone yet he’s gay

So yeah this is his way of coming out! Surprise surprise!

Literally has no chill

His mum died when he was a child and he’d rather avoid his dad

Always tells people he has a ~ tragic ~ past not worth talking about but guess what it’s not that tragic 

Except for his mum passing away, that was terrible and we are not going to make fun of that

Says “I was born to a wrong generation” too often

Someone get this boy a time machine so he can go hang out with his 19th century faves please

People don’t believe Wilde is his actual surname because they know it would be right up Theo’s alley to change it

But it IS actually his surname

Spends a lot of time in antiquarian bookshops and often finds real gems, the older the book the better, doesn’t matter that it’s falling apart

Acts all gloomy and brooding but he’s actually just a soft nerd with a heart of gold who has a lot of passion for the books everyone hated to read in high school

Oh and I almost forgot, he loves flowers

Gloomy | Childish | Art Lover | Bestselling Author

After seeing someone ask about skills, I gave him some too, even though I never do that with my BC contestants. He’s level 5 in Violin and Writing, level 2 in Herbalism and level 3 in Vampire lore, if I remember correctly.

And yeah, I can’t get enough of edits of that one RoM hair. It’s pure perfection.

TOU: You know the drill. Don’t claim as your own or reupload and don’t change his features. Feel free to change his clothes, hair, use your own defaults etc.

Private download if chosen.

[blurglesmurfklaine]

The Chair

Prompt/Summary: “I walked into this restaurant and you thought i was your blind date and i just kind of went with it because i don’t want to eat alone”, as well as based off of George Strait’s “The Chair”

Klaine; AU Alternate Meeting; ~1800 words

A/N: This is like two weeks late bc in case y'all have forgotten I'm the slowest writer in the world lmaooooooo

I hope you don’t mind but I changed it up a little, and this is what happened!

Written for @somefeministtheatrepls ‘s birthday! She’s literally one of the best people I’ve ever met (or.. Not technically met but you get the gist) the best beta a girl could ever ask for and the memeiest meme queen you’ve ever met in your life! Thank you for literally making my day every time I open up my messages and for reminding me of the little things that make life worth living :)

I’m so lucky to have so many supportive and amazing friends in this fandom!

Enjoy!

Read on AO3

*

Three times.

That made three fucking times, including tonight, that Cooper cancelled on Blaine. All he wanted was a night out with Cooper to catch up, but instead he’s angrily huffing his way out of the restroom after yet another argument with his notoriously flaky older brother. 

But of course, of course, Cooper cancelled on him without giving any heads up first. And now Blaine had to go back to that bar and finish his drink (he paid eight dollars for it and he’ll be damned if he lets it go to waste) and look like that one pitiful person every bar has that drinks alone and—

His racing thoughts came to an abrupt halt as he was greeted with the sight of a pale man with perfectly sculpted hair, nodding and smiling politely at the bartender as she takes his order. 

The only thing he could think was How the hell am I going to get him to talk to me?

Before he knew what he was even doing, Blaine walked right up to the man and said, “Excuse me, I think you’ve got my chair.”

The stranger turned and looked at him with wide eyes, likely horrified at his apparent rudeness. “Oh-oh my god, I’m so sorry, I didn’t—“ he got up to leave but Blaine stopped him.

“No, no!” He exclaimed, gesturing to the empty seat next to him. “That one’s not taken, so I don’t mind if you sit here, really.”

“Are you sure?” He asked, concern lining his face. 

Blaine chuckled lightly. “Yes, I’m sure. It’s usually packed here on Friday nights, and I’d hate for you to have to stand all by your lonesome.”

“Thank you. I’d hate to wait for this blind date all alone.”

“Blind date?” Blaine asked, trying to hide the disappointment in his voice.

“Yeah, my roommate set me up with this guy she barely even knows from her Diction class. She said he’d be here, waiting at the end of the bar—” His eyes went suddenly wide, as if coming to a realization. He looked down at his chair, finally noting that he had the end seat, then looked back up at Blaine. “Oh, my God, I’m an idiot. You’re my blind date!”

Now, Blaine wasn’t particularly proud of what he did next, but he really just couldn’t help himself. The man sitting next to him may have just been a stranger, but he was the type of stranger that he could see himself having a life with. Right now he was just somebody, but Blaine felt that if he got to know the man better, he could be somebody to him. It sounded ridiculous, but Blaine felt a connection as soon as he saw him, and he wasn’t about to let this opportunity pass.

“Yup! That’s me. Can I drink you a buy?” Blaine fumbled clumsily over the words before wincing at them. Nice going. “Sorry,” He continued, rubbing the back of his neck. “What I mean is can I buy you a drink? Anything you please, really.”

“Anything I please?” He teased. “Such a gentleman. Thank you.”

Blaine chuckled sheepishly, deeply hoping that the man couldn’t see his heart beating through his chest. “You’re welcome… I uh, don’t think I caught your name.”

“Kurt,” he smiled. “Kurt Hummel. And it just occurred to me that you must be Aaron.”

Blaine froze for a moment before figuring out how to get himself out of the hole he dug himself into. “It’s uh, Blaine, actually. But it’s fine, I’ve been told my name is kind of out there.”

Kurt rolled his eyes. “It is not okay, Rachel is just terrible with names. If you’re not a fan or a casting director, she’ll forget it as soon as you walk away.”

Well, that’s convenient. 

“She sounds lovely,” Blaine joked. “But I’d really love to hear more about you, Kurt. What do you do?”

“Well, right now I’m interning at Vogue.com headquarters with Isabelle Wright when I’m not at school. Over at NYU.”

“Wait a second, you go to NYU?” Blaine asked in astonishment. “Me too!”

“Really? What are you studying?”

“Music Education with a concentration in voice, minor in musical theatre performance.”

“Wow, that’s an impressive mouthful—and course load, I’m sure. I’m in fashion merchandising, but I was actually thinking of adding a Musical Theatre minor, too.” Kurt took a sip of his drink and smiled at him through the straw. “Any advice before I audition for the program?”

Blaine leaned in towards Kurt. “Well, Dr. Williams has terrible taste—and he’s sexist, but that’s besides the point right now—so try to avoid audition dates where he’s on your panel. You’ll get points for Sondheim just because of the difficulty level, so if you have anything of his in your back pocket, I’d go with that. Or, you know, one of those classical killing my baby Arias would probably work too.”

His heart fluttered when Kurt let out a snort, bringing a hand to cover his face. Whatever you’re doing, Blaine, keep it up. 

They talked for several more minutes, each glad to be finding out more and more about the other. As time ticked on, Blaine talked about every subject from his annoying older brother Cooper to his opinions on the lack of administrative support for performing arts. In turn, Kurt told Blaine about his family and how life changing his experience in vogue had been.

“Who’s playing tonight?” Kurt asked after the conversation came to a natural lull. 

“I don’t know, but they’re pretty good, aren’t they.” Blaine replied. He sat still for a moment, watching Kurt as he nodded his head along to the beat and mouthed the words. Blaine smiled and got up from his chair to extend a hand to Kurt. “Would you like to dance?”

Kurt smiled and nodded, making Blaine’s heart flutter. “I would love to.”

Kurt took Blaine’s hand and lead him to the dance floor where other couples were gently swaying along to the song played by the band.

You look so good in love You want him, it’s easy to see You look so good in love I wish you still wanted me

“You like this song?” He asked with a light giggle, acknowledging the fact that Kurt was lowly singing all the words against his ear.

Kurt chuckled. “I uh, yeah. My mom went through a pretty big George Strait phase before she passed and I used to listen to him when I missed her.”

Blaine furrowed his brows sympathetically. “I’m so sorry to hear that.”

“Thanks… there was this one song that I would listen to when I was really missing her, but I can’t remember the name.” He frowned and twisted his face in thought. “It’s something about West Virginia to Tennessee? And all I have is this beat up leather bag…”

Blaine’s eyes lit up in recognition. “I know that song!” He exclaimed. “We did a Pure Country themed party a few years ago for my best friend's birthday and that song was part of the soundtrack. I’ll be right back.”

Much to Kurt’s dismay, Blaine released him from his comforting grip and made his way through the sea of people towards the stage where the band was playing. He gently noted that his arms felt much too cold without the man he just met in them.

He was suddenly interrupted by a buzzing noise in his pocket.

New Message: From: Rachel ⭐️ Hey, Kurt, sorry this is such late notice I just got out of rehearsal for the spring show but Aaron (Adrian? God, I don’t remember his name) texted me like an hour ago that he wasn’t going to be able to make it tonight.

Kurt furrowed his eyebrows in mild confusion before typing out a response. 

New Message: To: Rachel ⭐️ His name is *Blaine* first of all

Secondly, what do you mean? He showed up before I even got here.

No? Send a pic, make sure we’re talking about the same Aaron/Adrien(?)

Kurt glanced warily around the bar, feeling a little weird about Rachel’s demand, but nonetheless quickly snapped a picture of the curly haired man and sent a picture her way. 

Cute, but not Anton (I think Anton IS the right name, though)

Wait, so this date I’ve had has been with a complete stranger?

Oooooh, mysterious!

RACHEL

Well… is he a total creep?

Kurt glances up back at Blaine, waiting patiently by the stage to request the song Kurt told him about, looking dreamy as ever with his seemingly permanent yet genuine smile and toned arms and olive skin and...

No…

He’s actually kind of perfect.

In that case, you’re welcome. Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth.

Kurt was about to respond that the only he wanted to do with this gift horse was kiss him on the mouth before the lead singer of the band spoke up into the mic.

“This one goes out to Kurt Hummel.”

Blaine happily made his way back to the paler man, extending his hand out to him. “I believe this is your song, Mr. Hummel.”

Kurt slipped his phone back into his pocket before taking Blaine’s hand and heading back out onto the dance floor.

'Cause I'm carrying your love with me West Virginia down to Tennessee I'll be moving with the good Lord's speed Carrying your love with me It's my strength, for holding on Every minute that I have to be gone I'll have everything I'll ever need Carrying your love with me

Blaine felt Kurt wrap his arms around him a little tighter at the chorus. “Is everything alright?” He asked.

“Yeah,” Kurt nodded. “I just… that was really sweet of you to request this song for me.” He admitted, feeling oddly vulnerable about admitting such strong feelings for the stranger in front of him. “I know we just met but… I really like you, Blaine. More than I’ve liked anybody in a long time.”

“I really like you, too…” Blaine trailed off and gnawed on the inside of his lip nervously. “But to tell you the truth… that wasn’t my chair after all.”

Kurt narrowed his eyes playfully and let a smile break loose. “I know.”

Blaine drew his head back in confusion. “Y-you do?”

“Yeah,” Kurt ducked his head shyly and laughed. “Rachel, my roommate texted me about halfway through our date that my blind date wouldn’t be coming.”

“Oh…” Blaine felt color rise to his face. “Look, Kurt, if you want me to go,” he jabbed his thumb behind him. “I get it. I promise I’m not some random weirdo, but I totally get if it freaks you out.”

Kurt responded by pulling Blaine closer. “It doesn’t. In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever been so grateful to have been stood up.”

Blaine let out a sigh of relief. “Me, too.” He further explained at Kurt’s confused expression. “My brother was supposed to meet me here to catch up, and this is like, the third time that he’s bailed on our plans.”

Kurt hummed in mock thoughtfulness. “I suppose that means you know better than anyone that the third time’s the charm.”

“I suppose I do,” is all Blaine said before finally leaning in and pressing their lips together.

[funamusea-translations]

DSP character speech style notes and thoughts

from mod FAFK

I’ll just be writing them as they strike me, there are too many characters to recall immediately lol.

Because of that, under a cut so I can update the list without any un-updated versions floating around.

※Update 1--I wanted a lazy way to make things more legible so I just popped things into a list. Added some more charas too

Satanick

The MOST UNSTABLE speech style. It matches him being mentally unstable.... Normally speaks casually and rough with Envi and other subordinates, Artamos, Fumus, and frequently with Ivlis in the early days (before he noticed he loved him).

Uses a lot of ~desho and ~daro  (“aint that right!! Agree with me!!!”-kind-of nuance). He uses a lot of MAJI?! (seriously?!) which makes him sound a little... dumber than his physical appearance would make you think, lol. He has the highest meme concentration (I can’t even start with all of them tbh).

SUPER FORMAL with Siralos. Crazy ultra formal. BUT he refers to Siralos as “Siralos-tan.” This is like saying “Siralos-chan” but cutesier. Siralos-babygurl. It’s definitely something you’d say for an adorable girl, which is probably Siralos’s preference? Probably.

Formal and polite with Reficul and Sin, Eti and Kcalb, if you ignore the content then he would be a fine gentleman. In some of the earliest comics with Refi and Satanick this isn’t the case though, DSP adjusted his character with time.

To Licorice he consistently uses gross babytalk (he talks shumthwing like thwis), and after he notices he loves Ivlis he has a SUPER CLINGY OVERLY-AFFECTIONATE CLOYING STICKILY-SWEET speech style when addressing him.

Normally he uses “ore-sama” to refer to himself (”hell yea I’m awesome”-type nuance), but if he’s bottoming/the sub he switches to boku. To be fair, using “ore-sama” then would kill the mood anyways.

Sin

She doesn’t talk with too many characters--she talks the most in Sunahama Tsuushin(Seashore Dispatches, Sandhill Communications, no official translation). She is very polite and respectful toward Reficul, she speaks to her as though she is her superior. Many of Reficul’s underlings and Mors call Reficul “Maousama/Devil-Lord-sama which is a respectful title, but Sin is the only one (that I know of) who calls her “Reficul-sama” which is the cutest thing!!!!!!!!!! Ever!!!!!!! I get “adoring wife of a warlord/general” type vibes

Lzet

He uses like, business casual language. He’s the sloppy guy at a white-collar workplace, technically formal, but kinda loose? Speaks formal-ish to Mors and Reficul which is sloppy, but if he were to use this same style of speech with someone lower-ranking than him or a friend, it would make him seem a bit shy (like a person who has trouble using entirely casual speech--not uncommon--but I haven’t seen him talk with anyone else yet so idk). He calls Reficul “Maou-sama” (formal title).

Ivlis

When he was young/serving Siralos, as well as when directly addressing/thinking about Siralos-sama himself: SUPER FORMAL. Good kid. Obedient, dutiful, and proper. A few tiny rough spots of speech. (there are some drawings where Ivlis sits seiza-style (formal, uncomfortable posture lol) I think this is reflective of his upbringing. Gray Garden appearance: who is this punk? lol ( ´∀｀ )♡ Consistently uses “ore” (rough-ish) I’ll add a bit more later but there’s not much to him, Satanick is the one with the ridiculously complex style

Licorice

He speaks differently depending on his size. When he is big he calls Ivlis “kaa-san” (still respectful, buuut without the honorific “o” at the start. When he speaks ABOUT his father he will say “tou-san” rather than “otou-san.” However, when speaking directly to Satanick he calls him “dumbass horse shit.”

Baby Licorice just said “ma” and “ba” (short for dumbass/horse shit).

Child Licorice calls Ivlis “mama” and uses kinda shy, sweet kid-talk.As an adult, he talks in a kind of rushed, intense manner to Ivlis and overuses the word “mother” (almost once per sentence, it’s amazing lmao). “Mother you look sad today, whats the matter, Mother you’re wonderful, hey, I won’t let Satanick hurt you Mother--”

Also, he avoids addressing Satanick altogether most of the time. Heavy insults+judgemental attitude lol.

Uses “boku”

Emalf

Uses that semi-casual type of formal speech... (If you’ve seen Shirobako, maybe Takanashi is a good example of how it sounds?) It makes him never seem serious, lacking in discretion, and lacking in brains. It matches him!!!!

“Yeah, I like, totally wanted Yosafire to be my girlfriend so I’m kinda bummed out.” ←something like that (approximation)

He calls Ivlis “Ivlis-san.” In one sense, yeah, it’s better than using no honorific. In another sense, it’s weirdly.... not as respectful as one would expect? He talks like Ivlis is like manager at his workplace, not a Devil Lord lol. All the other subordinates for other devils are more respectful...also yeah, nobody takes Ivlis seriously anyways ((´∀｀*))

Poemi-SAN. She is higher on the social pecking order, despite being younger.

Poemi

Poemi calls Emalf just straight up “Emalf” with no honorifics... the social pecking order lol. . She also has that typical kid-thing where if she doesn’t know a word she’s talking about, it will all by in hiragana, no kanji. She’s childlike, but she has her shit together (unlike Emalf.)

Met

Casual and sloppy

Kuro-tsun - overly buddy-buddy,

Calls Hanten “Nee-san.” Met’s a punk but this sounds full of admiration and kinda flirty. Probably cause it’s Met saying it.

Hanten

Not so sloppy, but casual

“Kurotsuno” no honorific, they feel like they go way back and probably not in the best of senses

Artamos

Grandpa voice (it’s so cute)

Kurotsuno

Very ladylike way of speaking. Not elegant and refined in the same way that Nagi’s speech is, but ladylike.

says “Shikabone-kun” ←cute!!!! It could be his mascot-character like appearance, he does act a bit young but he doesn’t act like she’s much older than him if at all lol.

Shikabone

“Kurotsuno-chan”

Yosafire

Uses “atashi” which is very cute and feminine.

Idate

He’s a “watashi” character and it is so crazy good I love it... He’s a well-mannered killer whale. He uses informal speech, but it’s still gentlemanly. The things he does are so NOT gentlemanly. I screwed up and wrote him saying “ore” in a comic though cause my brain pairs that word with his shitty behavior lol, but he always uses “watashi”!! The contrast is VERY good...

Samekichi You probably know, he has a gruff way of talking! I can imagine N*buhiko Ok*moto would be an amazing voice actor for him (Bakugo/Accelerator/Ghiaccho). He uses “ore” and refers to Wadanohara by name from even their early days (close relationship! Not necessarily romantic, but later of course it will be)

Wadanohara

Sal/Syake

I’ll do more later+add detail!

[janelledarling]

Coming together.

This is my contribution to @hoopshoney and @purple-apricots Valentine’s Day Fic Fest, With Love, From Wakanda. I had a lot of fun writing this! I hope you enjoy it, and sorry in advance for any spelling/grammatical errors. Let me know what you think! My character is BLACK.

My prompt: “I told you not to get me anything”“And I’m smart enough to know that meant get you something.” 

Pairing: Erik ‘Killmonger’ Stevens x Black! OC

Warnings: None, just a lot of fluff! 

Word Count: 4,500+

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“Hello, is Ms. Graham available?” an unfamiliar voice spoke politely into the phone.

“Yes, this is she. May I ask who’s calling?” Absedi Graham said pleasantly. Normally she didn’t answer calls from numbers she didn’t know, especially at work. Absedi worked at a large jewelry store where she specialized in Men’s Luxury Watches. Her work day was winding down and she happened to be locking up early as the customers were slow today which was odd since it was Valentine’s Day. Absedi was more than ready for her upcoming week off, whoever was calling just happened to catch her at a good time.

“This is Veronica, with Ross Horology Worldwide. I hope you are doing well.” the woman continued.

Absedi immediately paused her progress of locking the display cases in the watch section of the jewelry store, eyes going wide and mouth falling open at the sound of the company Veronica said she was with.

“I am, thank you. I hope you are as well. To what do I owe the pleasure Ms. Veronica?” Absedi said confidently even though she was so nervous her palms were starting to sweat.

“Well Ms. Graham, upon review of your Resume, background check, and the few phone and in-office interviews you have done in the last few months. We would like to extend an offer to you. That is, of course, if you are still interested.” Veronica explained.

“Wow! That is amazing! I am most definitely still interested!” Absedi exclaimed.

“Wonderful! Your orientation will start on Monday, 2 weeks from now, at the headquarters where the in-office interviews were located. Please arrive at 9am, and check in with the receptionist upon your arrival, she will provide you with your itinerary and tour. Did you have any questions for me?” Veronica asked.

“Nothing is coming to mind.” Absedi remarked.

“Ok perfect! I will send you an email with all the details. Welcome to the team and Happy Valentine’s Day, Ms. Graham!” Veronica advised.

“Thank you so much! See you in 2 weeks!” Absedi replied as she ended the call.

“HOLY SHIT!” Absedi yelled excitedly as she jumped up and down and danced around the display cases.

She grabbed her purse and keys from under the counter and finished locking up all the display cases in her section of the Jewelry store.

As she made her way out the the building her rude ass co-worker called out behind her “Bye Abby! You have a good weekend, Sis!”

“That’s not my name, and I’m not your Sis, we’ve went over this! Bye Brock. Have a Happy Valentine’s Day.” she responded putting on the fakest smile she could muster.

“It’s Blaine, girlfriend!” he said as she made her way out of the store.

“I’m well aware.” she mumbled under her breath, rolling her eyes.

She grabbed her phone to call her friend with her good news with one hand, as she walked out of the large double doors of the building and into the busy city with an extra pep in her step.

Just as she thought the call was going to be routed to voicemail, a deep voice answered, “Wassup Princess?”

“ERIK! GUESS WHAT!?” Absedi screamed with excitement. “THEY CALLED ME! I DID IT! IT’S IN TWO WEEKS! HOLY SHIT ERIK! I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS, I’M SHAKING RIGHT NOW! MY HANDS ARE TREMBLING!” Absedi shouted into the receiver, startling the people walking down the sidewalk as they turned and gave her passing stares.

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Absedi and Erik had been friends for well over a year. When she met Erik, he had come into the jewelry store looking for a new piece to add to his collection of watches. After showing him the new collection of Cartier watches that came in earlier that week and answering his questions on which models were self-winding, quartz, or manual winding, Absedi left him to view the collection while making her way over to another customer who had recently came in. Just like most of the other middle aged men that made their way to her section of the store, this particular customer was worried less about the watches and more about whether or not Absedi had a man and when her shift ended. When the older gentleman grew tired of Absedi denying all of his advances, he left the store without making a purchase and she made her way back to Erik.

When she walked over to see if he had any questions or if he needed any additional assistance. He took her for surprise when he spoke up and said. “Yeah, actually, I do have some questions. First one is does shit like that happen often? I didn’t think ole dude was gonna take no for an answer. I didn’t wanna have to cause a scene, but I would have with his ole nasty ass.”  

“Yeah, more often than not unfortunately.” Absedi said as she stifled her laugh. “But I’ve gotten used to working around them and deflecting. Tricks of the trade I guess.” she shrugged.

“Hm.” Erik nodded. “Second question, do you work on commission?” Erik continued.

“Yes…? Why?” Absedi answered hesitantly.

“Just making sure if I drop a grip in here the commission would go to you and not that grimy ass colonizer over there.” Erik explained motioning to Blaine.

Absedi couldn’t hold in her laugh when Erik motioned to her co-worker on the other side of the store.

“Yeah, Chadthaniel never comes over here, so you good.” Absedi giggled.

Erik laughed loudly, shoulders bouncing. “Chadthaniel. That’s a good one! I’ma have to use that shit. Ok in that case, I’ll take the Clé De Cartier Mysterious Hour. The Manual 18K Pink gold. Clé De Cartier Automatic Skeleton Gem-Set. The Automatic in Palladium.”

It took everything in Absedi’s power for her to keep her composure. Those watches were some of the most expensive she had in her cases. Everyone would look at those two in particular, but she would rarely make a sale. She nodded and walked away to make sure the watch bands she had in stock would be the right size and fit him properly. He handed her his black card and she went to the register to process his payment. Finally seeing his name. Erik Stevens. Absedi started getting them packaged up for him. These watches were expensive as all hell. Her commission alone was about to be at least $10,500.

After processing his card successfully for over $210,000 and packaging up the watches. She called out to him to let him know she was finished.

“Mr. Stevens?” Absedi called out behind the counter.

“Wassup?” he said turning around from another display he was looking at and walking toward the counter.

“I’m all finished up. Here is your card and your bag. Did you want your receipt with you or in the bag?”

“In the bag is cool. Thanks. Now, before I leave I have one last question.” Erik smirked.

Trying not to get too caught up no the effect his dimples and pretty ass smile were having on her, she cleared her throat before she answered. “Sure, what is it?”

“What’s your name? I might have to come back for some more pieces and I wanna make sure I ask for the right person. If that’s cool with you...” Erik said.

“Sure, that’s fine.” she said quickly.

Like she was about to miss out on another big commission sale like this. Tuh! Momma didn’t raise no fool.

“Here’s my card, it’s got my name, our store hours as well as the store phone number on here, should you happen to need anything.” she added handing him over her business card.

As she watched his eyebrows furrow, she added before he could ask. “It’s pronounced AB-S-IH-Dee. Absedi Graham.”  

“Absedi Graham” He repeated for clarification as she nodded. “Alright Ms. Absedi, it was nice doing business with you.” he nodded as he turned to walk away.

“You too Mr. Stevens. Have a good rest of your day.” Absedi added as he walked away.

“Call me Erik.” He yelled back over his shoulder throwing her a million dollar smile as he left the store.

Ever since that day, Erik would come in at least once a week. They would make light conversation about the new collections coming out with different brands and get to know each other a little bit more.

After 3 and a half years of being in a dead-end job at the Jewelry store, realizing her position was getting her nowhere. Absedi decided it was time to move onto bigger and better things with her career. She applied to a few of her favorite watch companies but had yet to hear back from any of them. Erik came in while she was checking her email for the 12th time that morning for a response from any of the applications she sent over. When Erik asked what she was doing, Absedi told Erik she was looking for another place to further her career and if everything worked out the way she hoped it would, she would probably be leaving the jewelry store in the next few months but maybe sooner. Erik asked her hypothetically if he had questions on some upcoming collections and she isn’t here anymore who was he supposed to ask, because he sure as hell wasn’t asking Chadthaniel shit. Letting Erik know she could still answer any of his questions whenever he had any, she wrote her cell phone number on the back of her business card and handed it to him. Erik ended up texting her right after he left the store. From then on, it seemed like they were constantly in contact with each other. Whether it was sending each other meme’s, talking about politics, or just how their day was, there wasn’t anything the pair didn’t feel comfortable talking about with each other. Absedi found herself reaching out to Erik more often than not. He was very easy to talk to. So it made sense to her that he was the first person she would call when she found out she got the job or her dreams.

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“Babygirl, slow down. Who called you? What’s happening in two weeks?” Erik said confused as hell, trying to wrap his mind around the bits and pieces he was able to understand as she was speaking a mile a minute.

“Ross! They called me! They want me to start in two weeks!” Absedi squealed.

“That’s dope as fuck Princess!”

“I’m so excited Erik! Like things are really starting to come together for me, you know?” Absedi reflected as she made her way home.

“It seems that way, huh. So how you wanna celebrate?” Erik asked.

“Erik, it’s Valentine’s Day every place from Oakland to Long Beach is about to be packed and busy as hell.” Absedi assumed.

“I ain’t ask you all that, did I? What’s the move girl? Pick sum. Whatever you wanna do, I got you.” Erik commanded.  

“Hmm… OH! I know! You always talking about how you throw down in the kitchen, lemme see sum.” She said imitating one of Erik’s frequently used sayings. “You know what I like, surprise me!” Absedi exclaimed as she listened to Erik chuckle on the other end of the line. Absedi had never been to Erik’s home, they always hung out in public places. He lived about 45 minutes away from her so it was easier to just kick it somewhere between both of their places.

“Bet. Come through around 7pm. We celebratin’! My girl landed her dream job! Whatever you wanna do or anywhere you tryna go, I got you. I’m proud of you Sed!”

“Thank you! I’m proud of me too. Don’t do anything extravagant though Erik.” Absedi warned.

“Huh? I can’t hear you. You cutting out.” Erik lied.

“Nah, you can hear me just fine. Nothing extravagant and no gifts.” Absedi continued as she rolled her eyes. Erik was always trying to get her something she didn’t need. He had already gotten them matching J’s earlier in the week.   

“Huh? Babygirl, you there? Sed?” Erik said trying and failing to hide his laugh as he hung up the phone.

He is so damn petty! Absedi laughed to herself as she waved down a cab.

Looking out the window on the ride to her studio apartment, she couldn’t stop smiling. Time with Erik was just what she needed to kick off her upcoming week off and to celebrate her new job.

It was obvious to everyone including the two of them that they had chemistry. They both really liked each other and were open to the idea of being more than friends, but never spoke on it directly. Just hinted around the subject. Erik would always call her pet names, and refer to her as ‘his girl’ but Absedi just assumed it was how he acted with his other friends too. Although he hadn’t mentioned any other friends, Erik was fine as fuck and Absedi wasn’t dumb. She wasn’t about to assume she was the only person he was showing interest in. Erik would tell her how beautiful she was and kiss her on her forehead whenever they went out for dinner or to the movies, and he might’ve left a few messy voicemails after one too many drinks with his boys. Absedi had also sent her fair share of drunk texts after clubbing with her girls, and may or may not have sent a few thirst traps she didn’t remember until scrolling through their text thread the following morning. Needless to say she swore off drinking for a good month after that.

Just as she was getting out of the cab she got a text from Erik.

Mr. Stevens: 2232 Westridge Road, LA. Don’t be late.

Scrunching up her face at his commanding tone, Absedi sent out a quick reply.

Babygirl: Don’t tell me what to do. We celebrating ME remember.  

Erik smirked and shook his head at her response when he read it. This girl and her smart ass mouth, he thought to himself as got ready to run his errands and head to the grocery store to get all the ingredients to make dinner for the two of them.

While Erik went to the store Absedi got in the shower, exfoliated and moisturized. Debating between a few different outfit choices and reminding herself it is Valentine’s Day after all, she decided to go all out. Ready to get dolled up and leave the house looking like a snack. Absedi settled on a strappy crushed velvet dress in wine just because she wanted a reason to use her new Body Lava. Pairing it with strappy nude heels to show off her baby pink pedicure and her trench coat. Absedi than began working on her make-up, going with a nude look. Putting her hair up into a high pony with her edges laid to perfection, she began gathering her things to head to Erik's house. Turning off the lights and locking the front door she made her way to her car. After putting his address into her navigation and sending him a quick text letting him know she was on her way, Absedi pulled out into evening traffic.

Turning on her Masego playlist and hitting the highway, Absedi couldn’t help thinking about how everything was finally going her way. She was just offered the job of her dreams and would be able to start making a career out of her passion in just two weeks.  She finally had someone in her corner, encouraging her. Erik was her best friend in every aspect of the word. She could not wipe the smile off of her face if she tried.

Not realizing she zoned out the entire drive reflecting on the days events until she heard her navigation say “You have arrived at your destination.” Absedi parked in the driveway grabbing her purse and surveying the area.

Of course, he lives in this nice ass house. I mean it makes sense, he was dropping like $200K on accessories. Absedi thought to herself as she made her way to the front door. After knocking twice, the door swung open.

“You’re late.” Erik said as he raised an eyebrow in challenge.

“No, I’m not. It’s 7:02pm. I’m on time. You were early.” Absedi responded as she flipped her hair behind her shoulder.

“How am I early to my own damn house Sed?” Erik chuckled as he held the door open for her to come in, taking a moment to look her up and down. “Damn, you really came in here looking like a whole ass meal. Good gawddd!”  

“Shut up Erik. You always got somethin’ smart to say.” Absedi giggled as she walked into the open concept area. The smell of dinner invading her nostrils immediately. Taking off her trenchcoat and hanging it on the coat rack near the door.  

“You always gotta have the last damn word!” he retorted from behind her, watching the sway of her hips as she made her way into his home.

“You damn right!” she snapped back over her shoulder as they both started laughing.

After closing and locking the door. Erik walked up and gave her the biggest hug, resting his chin on the top of her head. “I’m so proud of you babygirl. I knew you could fucking do it.” leaning down placing a light kiss on her forehead. Absedi wrapped her arms around him and closed her eyes, finally feeling at peace.

“You ready to eat? I made steaks, loaded baked potatoes, and salad. Sounds basic as fuck but you ain’t had my shit before. You know ion do anything basic.” Erik shrugged.

“That's a fact.” Absedi laughed as she nodded.

“Princess, you gotta let go of me if we gonna eat.” Erik chuckled rubbing circles on her lower back and shoulder blade with the tips of his fingers. .

“Just give me a minute.” Absedi quickly added holding him even tighter and snuggling her face into his chest, feeling the soft scars of his skin press against her cheek.

“Ight.” Erik responded, not hiding the smile in his voice.

After another moment, Absedi pulled away and looked up into Erik’s eyes taking in his features. Plump lips, deep brown eyes, smooth brown skin, dreads braided back from his face, noticing his dimples appear and his white teeth with a little bit of shine come into view.

“You for real checking me out right in my face, you bold as hell.” Erik chuckled.

“And what about it?” Absedi said as she raised her eyebrow, turning and making her way to the kitchen following the smell.

Erik had made filet mignon pan-seared in butter thyme and rosemary, smothered in A1, and sauteed mushrooms and onions. Alongside salad and loaded twice-baked potatoes that were filled with broccoli, mascarpone, pancetta, bocconcini, cheddar cheese and topped with scallions.

“It smells so fucking good, Erik.” Absedi swooned as she damn near drooled looking at all the delicious food he made.

“C’mere.” he said from behind her.

Turning around she noticed Erik was standing by a small table set for two as he poured two glasses of champagne.  

“We can’t celebrate without a toast. Here.” Erk said handing Absedi a champagne flute.

Raising his flute Erik began “To my girl, landing the job of her dreams and molding her destiny to whatever she sees fit. I’m happy you are in my life Sed and I’m so fucking proud of you Princess. You out here doing the damn thing! Salut.”

Absedi couldn’t wipe the smile off of her face after Erik finished his toast, nor did she have a smart ass remark to add when he was done. She did, however have butterflies and could not get them to go away.

“Here.” Erik said as he pulled out her seat for her. “I’ma go grab the food.”

Erik placed both of their plates at the table in front of their respective seats. As soon as Absedi took a bite she couldn’t help the happy dance or the moan that escaped her.

“Erik this is sooooo fucking good! Oh my gawddd!” Absedi moaned in between bites.

“I told you, I don’t do basic.” Erik stated smugly.

“Shut up and just say thank you, damn. Is it really that hard for you?” she shook her head playfully.

Erik smirked at her before adding “Thank you Absedi. I appreciate that.”

“See! That wasn’t so hard was it.” She retorted shooting him a wink.

“It’s probably as hard as you not getting the last word.” Erik snapped back raising a challenging eyebrow and tilting his head to the side.

Watching Absedi just roll her eyes and just keep eating shocked Erik to no end.

“That’s it? You really don’t have something to say?” Erik said eyebrows reaching his hairline due to his surprise. Slightly shrugging her shoulders and smirking at Erik as she chewed a bit of steak. Erik nodded to himself in fake astonishment, causing both to start laughing.

After finishing her third glass of champagne and liquid courage kicking in, Absedi asked the question that had been lingering in her head for a while.

“Do you call all your friends little cute names?” Absedi asked quietly.

“Nah.” Erik responded slowly, setting his plate to the side. “Why? Wassup?”

“I was just curious. I figured you probably called all of your other friends ‘Princess’ and ‘Babygirl’ and stuff like that.” she said looking at anything but him as she shrugged her shoulders.

“Nah, just you.” he stated smoothly.

“Why?” she asked quietly.

“Why you think?” Erik retorted.

“I wanna hear you say it.” Absedi said tilting her chin up to look Erik in the eye.

“What you want me to say?” Erik asked leaning forward on the table and resting his chin on his fists looking her in her eyes. “You want me to tell you how I think about you from the time I wake up to the time I go to sleep? How I intentionally irritate you so I can see that cute ass face you make when you get mad as hell? Or you wanna know about how many stacks I spent at that jewelry store just to spend more time with you? How about how I was ready to kill that grimy ass motherfucker that kept trying to touch on you the day we met? I mean I can go on and on. You tell me what you wanna hear.”

Absedi was speechless. “Why didn’t you say something! You know how many wack ass niggas I entertained? And you over here just keeping all these damn emotions to yourself. Stingy ass. You won’t let us be great.” Absedi pouted as she crossed her arms.

“I know your ass, Sed. If I’da said something, you would have started that ‘I don’t wanna ruin our friendship’ bullshit.” Erik replied with a shrug.

“Ruin it.” Absedi said with a straight face.

Erik’s jaw dropped and his eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Champagne got you all the way bold huh?” Erik smirked.

“I mean, we being all the way real right now, right? So I’m just gonna put it all out on the table. I like you, Erik. I don’t know if a relationship is something you would be open to, but if you are I think I would be viable candidate.” Absedi finished as she nibbled on her bottom lip.

“I’m open to a relationship. There ain’t no other candidates, just you.” Erik stated.

“Just me?” she inquired while side eyeing him.

“Mhm. Nobody else. Since we putting it all out there, I haven’t entertained anybody in a good minute. I just want you.” Erik confessed looking Absedi in her eyes.

“Hmm… Good to know.” Absedi nodded.

Erik stood from the table and started gathering the plates to take them into the kitchen. Leaving Absedi to sit and collect her thoughts. She was oddly enough no longer nervous, she was content with finally letting him know how she felt about him.

Erik made his way back to the table with his arms behind his back. Knowing he was up to something she furrowed her eyebrows while she looked at him. “What are you up to Mr. Stevens?”

Sitting the large navy square leather box with golden script that read Chopard in front of her with a golden ribbon tied around it, Erik pulled his chair from his side of the table just to sit it right beside her. Erik grabbed her hand an intertwined their fingers.

“Baby…” Absedi breathed her eyes wide in astonishment staring at the box bringing her other hand up to trace the golden boarder around the sides of the box.

“So I’m your baby now?” Erik asked lightly tilting her chin towards him to grab her attention. He was wearing the biggest smile she had ever seen.

Nodding and climbing into his lap not taking her eyes off of the box of one of all time favorite jewelers, Absedi leaned back into his chest as he wrapped his arms around her waist. Pressing a kiss to the side of her head.

“Yeah, you my baby too.” Erik added quietly.

“I told you not to get me anything.” Absedi whispered as she went back to staring at the box in awe.

“And I’m smart enough to know that meant get you something.” Erik chuckled as he rested his head on the side of hers.

“I know how much you love Chopard watches but something else caught my eye. You gonna open it or what?” Erik asked

Slowly taking off the ribbon, and opening the leather box, Absedi saw the most beautiful necklace she had ever seen. A large amethyst in a rose gold setting with diamond accents hung on a 18K rose gold chain.

“Oh my god, Erik...” she whispered gently touching the dainty necklace. “Thank you! It’s so beautiful.”

“Lean up real quick.” Erik said gently taking the necklace from the packaging and gently putting it on for her and sccurring the clasp at the back of her neck. “Beautiful necklace for a beautiful girl.”

“Damn you really feelin’ me, huh?” Absedi teased as she tugged on his arm playfully.

“And what about it?” Erik imitated her from earlier on in the evening light-heartedly, causing them both to bust out laughing hysterically.

“How you feelin’ about all these changes? New job, Me, alla dat.” Erik questioned.

Turning around and pulling her dress up so she was able to straddle Erik’s lap and wrap her arms around his neck and rub smoothing circles into the back of his neck with her fingertips, as he lightly ran his hands down her sides. Absedi thought back from all the changes that had taken place in her life in the last 24 hours. New job, new man, new necklace, and new outlook on her future.

“Honestly truly, I’ve never been better.” Absedi beamed.

Absedi leaned up slightly and pressed a few soft kisses against his lips. As he murmured “Happy Valentine’s Day Princess.” in between them he felt her body melt against his. Erik’s hands tightened around her waist, pulling her closer, he kissed her back deeply until they both pulled away to catch their breath. Neither one of them could wipe away the huge smile that had taken over their faces.

This Valentine’s Day was definitely one for the books.

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