#and she poured boiling water on him LITERALLY BC HE LOOKS SO MUCH LIKE HIS DAD. THAT IS IT

[hella1975]

this guy is the main antagonist? with NO redemption? when he was just trying to be good enough for his father to love him like he did his other siblings? WHAT

mha spoilers ahead bc i lost my shit but several points to make here. 1) he's not the MAIN antagonist he's like. villain no.3 in the rankings imo but he's a BIG hitter like defo one of the first villains u think of when u think about the series 2) THE DAD DIDN'T EVEN LOVE THE OTHER SIBLINGS!!! okay todoroki trauma time: there's enji, the dad, rei, the mum, and then the kids: touya (this guy: goes on to become the villain dabi which literally means cremation. i hate everything. hot topic ass), fuyumi (invented eldest daughter syndrome), natsuo (loml), and shouto (youngest brother that got all the attention).

so in mha the abilities are called 'quirks' and enji's ability is that he's basically a firebender, and because of that, he becomes the no.2 hero, second only to all might, who he envies with every fibre of his being. he is DESPERATE to become the no.1 hero instead of all might, but his quirk is limited bc he overheats if he overuses his fire, so when he realises he can never individually defeat all might, he decides that his legacy will. so he get a quirk marriage, which is when u marry another quirk user with the sole ambition of selective breeding high-power quirks in your children. this is illegal. off the bat, the no.2 hero is breaking the law he is literally upholding and a representative of. he marries rei, an ice user, in the hopes of producing a child able to wield both fire and ice with the ability to balance one with the other. low and behold, his first child is born. touya todoroki, my fucking guy that is driving me NUTS today. touya has his father's flames and his mother's resistance to the cold, but NO fire resistance, meaning every time he overuses his fire, he burns the fuck out of himself. still, regardless of the pain his quirk causes touya, enji trains him from the moment his quirk manifests, which is like. age 5 im pretty sure. literal full ass AGGRESSIVELY ABUSIVE combat training for this 5 year old, and regardless of the pain his quirk causes touya, he puts his all into it because he literally just wants is to impress his father like all he knows is that he's supposed to be a hero he's supposed to beat all might it's what he was BORN for it's literally the purpose of his creation and why his dad is so hard on him, so he tries tries tries, but ultimately like i said, his quirk is faulty. so enji keeps having kids, all the while abusing the fuck out of rei as he goes bc he just treats her as a breeding machine and won't let her have any input on the kids' upbringing, but fuyumi and natsuo both come out with very weak quirks and no fire so he still puts most of his faith in touya until he's literally like eight like that's his entire developmental period being the One That's Gonna Achieve Dad's Dream Of Defeating All Might. and then shouto is born. shouto, who has the Perfect Quirk. shouto, who is one of the main characters from the get-go, who we meet LONG before touya is even MENTIONED, who is one of our big protag and set to be one of the top heroes of his generation. he is literally everything touya was supposed to be, and enji throws touya aside because of it. literally completely drops touya.

and touya HATES him for it and he hates SHOUTO for it even though shouto gets subject to the exact same abuse and indoctrination and 'you're no more than a quirk to me' bullshit from their dad like NEITHER of them were ever just kids ever just enji's sons they were weapons first and foremost touya is a complete parallel of what shouto could have become but didn't and when touya's fourteen it all comes to a head and he basically burns himself alive bc he loses control of his quirk and his dad isn't there and they forget he ever existed and shouto continues to shine while touya lives in the ashes and the criminal underworld throughout his teenage years and he does terrible things and when he shows up again it's as a villain and he's treated like nothing more than some lunatic monster and im just. normal amounts of upset about it bth.

[yandere-mha]

good morning, my lovely caramel candy💛! hope you're doing well ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ can I request Dabi with a s/o who grew up in abusive family and if she said something she didn't mean or did something embarrassing she puts her hands under the faucet with pouring boiling water bc she learned that "wrong" behaviour should be punished

You know the best ways to compliment me, don’t you 🥰😘 okay but only because you’re cute and wonderful and I want to really bad.

TW: ABUSE, SELF HARM, HOMOCIDE, TORTURE MENTION, BODY ISSUES AND SCARS, INAPPROPROATE REACTION TO ABUSE, SLIGHT SELF HARM VICTIM BLAMING.

MAJOR BNHA MANGA SPOILERS

READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION.

Yandere Dabi w/ a self harming s/o:

Though it’s very hypocritical, Dabi would immediately get pissed at you if he saw you doing this.

The biggest source of his anger from this would be that, though he is explicitly self destructive with his quirk and purposefully overuses it to the point where he’s literally burning the skin off, he sees this as an unavoidable result of being created rather than self harm. He sees his scars as a big source of hardship in his life, so he’d initially be upset that you’d “choose” to do that to yourself. As someone with very little emotional intelligence, he doesn’t have the greatest understanding of what might cause someone to want to self harm even as someone who does it himself. He doesn’t understand himself very well either but thinking about it too much makes him uncomfortable.

He quietly power walks over to you as he seethes, ripping your hand away from the steaming faucet and holding you tightly by the wrists with wide eyes of fury, forcefully dragging you to the shower by the scalding wrist clenched in his hand, and placing the shower head so close to your arm that the force of the cool water stings and makes your entire body soaked as the streams blast everywhere. His face is dark and unreadable as the burning under your skin begins to subside and he roughly yanks your still injured arm towards him to bandage it much too tightly for comfort. 

“You fucking idiot... Who even does this to themselves?”. He’s harsh but he’s mostly worried about you and taking his stress out on the nearest target. He never expected this from you, thinking that you must love yourself since you’re so perfect, so he was never prepared for feeling this way. He was always envious of how amazing you are in every way.

His first reaction to people making him angry is to insult and threaten them, so he'd probably even threaten to burn you if you did that again as you feel heat emanating from his body... He’s not really accomplishing anything there. 

He won’t ask you why you did it because he’s too busy being pissed at you. He promised he would kill anyone who even thought about hurting you, but he never imagined a scenario where the attacker would be yourself and he doesn’t know how to respond. 

If you were to break down and tell him your story yourself, he would grow menacingly quiet again, unmoving with a thousand yard stare that bore right through your head. Suddenly everything would slowly click in a way that made more sense to him. Not only does he now have a much more suitable target for his need for revenge, but he subconsciously feels more connected to you through a shared trauma that he can relate to. He starts to connect your family with Endeavor and he finally feels like he finally understands you as a person. You two really are a match made in the stars, aren’t you? He takes this as a cosmic sign that you were always meant to be his.

After you finish your story there are a few seconds of uncomfortable, reverberating silence when a cruel, tooth-filled leer spreads from each of his cobbled-together cheeks. He can’t help the growing cackle that bursts free from his rib cage as he thinks of all the terrible ways he could murder your family for this. Finally, you’re going to be his completely and without anyone else to distract you from him. The only person you need is him and no one else. 

He’ll bring you with him and force you to watch whether you want to or not as he slaughters every one of them as slowly and painfully as he can manage. Don’t look away. Keep looking at him and only him. Don’t you love him? Isn’t he good? Please tell him he’s good.

After the deed is done, he will demand validation and affection from you. He’ll place your limp body on the floor face up, straddling your hips between his crouched legs and his face resting on yours as his lanky arms ensnare your torso in a protective embrace. He tells you he’ll kill anyone who ever hurts you, that you’re his to protect, and that he’ll never let you hurt again in between slowly, tender kisses spread on every part of your face. He’d burn this whole garbage heap planet down for you along with every piece of shit living on it if he could. A soft smile spreads on his face. He really has gone soft for you, huh?

[zathechaosgod]

Favourite Stream Moments!

Streamed by Philza on Twitch on Friday 11th of December

WILBUR SOOT NEW SONG OUT NOW

PHIL IS IN CALL WITH TECHNO TUBBO AND TOMMY

Hardcore btw

YOUR NEW BOYFRIEND IS SO POG

also the others are a bit ahead of phil so tommy (and techno) keep singing along but like in advance

it’s both SO FUNNY and SO GOOD

“we should invite this guy to the smp”

Tommy and tubbo in sync: “It better be on soundcloud”

Anyway, Phil has heard little tidbits and just heard it getting better and better over time so he was really hype

LMAO WILBUR STOPPED WATCHING HIS PREMIER TO SEE THEIR REACTIONS

also MCC update video now!! With the rest of the boys

the decorations look so pretty!!

ohh there’s a gifting game?

ohh some changes to parkour tag! the hunter will light up for a bit when he tags someone

bingo escaped from the nether pog

the snakes in ace race have santa hats lmaooo

also apparently tommy has seen stuff in snowball fights lmao

“i put guns in my snowballs”

anyway finally back to chat and getting hardcore open!

it’s now canon that tommy killed someone with a snowball? lmao

small ships time today!

also the antarctic skin is now canon in hardcore as well for now?

already a fishing request lol

first, we fish, then gapple gang catch up and ship building

Also Phil says stream Your New Boyfriend

TASTE DADZA, LA JOLLA AND SALINE SOLUTIONS AND JUBILEE LINE ARE SO GOOD

ALSO AT THE END OF MCC 1 WILBUR SNEAKILY PLAYED THE RIFF FROM LA JOLLA

which wasn’t even out yet until wayy later

also phil is a mood, I literally put on ycgma today

Phil is not bringing soundeffects paid for by pizza points back

bc they got too much when he passen 200 viewers and even got some videos copyrighted

and he’s explaining to the newbies that he’s literally feral and will kill everything in sight just bc chat asked him to name something

also LITERALLY 2K AWAY FROM 1MIL FOLLOWERS ON TWITCH POG

momza is being cursed why

please don’t pour down the flavour package from instant noodles please no

ohh phil has been grinding off camera

understandable though bc warped wood isn’t the quickest to farm

gapple gang catch up! 13 new members wow

time to try out the tiny tiny ships!

also there’s a ramen debate going on again

new among us map seems really pog!

there’s this moving platform and phil can already imagine sloooowwwly getting away from the imposter lmao

“don’t be dumd, dummies”

also americans don’t know how to use a kettle lmaoooo

bunch of savages

why would you use an entire pot to boil water

just fill up the kettle and press the button

TACOBLADE

(y- you mean a taco with pork)

oh no someone talked aboit potato chips with whipped cream

and now momza wants to try it

ian is making kettle puns now lol

(i have such a bad sense of humour, they get me every time)

oh he’s using the warped stems for the ship!

momza is here with the chips and whipped cream

she actually put a little toof of cream on every chip lmao

,,, it’s just cream and chips

“mario dead, pog?” apparently someone killed mario in a new super smash trailer

“canon death, he only has a couple left”

that moment where mario dies canonically on the dream smp

we’re just in cursed foot territory today huh

MARIO IS GONE CRAB RAVE

the tiny ship is already looking good! hull is starting to take shape

also chicken and waffles sounds like such a cursed experience

ohh the windows made from stairs are cool!

the interior is gonna be empty, but he can’t use leaves bc they’ll be visible though the windows rip

so halfslabs it is

bc buttons and pressure plates are expensive

PHIL HAS SUCCESFULLY EMAILED HIS TWITCH PARTNER MANAGER ABOUT THE TOE PICS

HE GOT THE GO AHEAD ELTS GOO

JUST 700MORE SUBS AND WE GOT THEM

“haha i def wont ask regarding the toes, were not able to preapprove it, but i cant imagine it will be a violation of tos, als long if you don’t turn it into a sexual thing”

rip phil’s friendly relationship with his twitch partner manager

the half-ship is not a priority, but it’s too good not to do it lmao

lmaooo a person spamming to visit tommy got banned

the ship looks pog!

also don’t believe tiktoks spouting nonsense about new update stuff, just keep an eye on the twitter accs of people from mojang

ohh the stripped warped stems really tie the whole thing together!

someone suggested baby zombie piglins for the tiny ships!

not the boy who lived though, he’s retired

“dadza do be collecting pig children” true lex

lmaooo phil is considering making another shifts that’s literally a raft

first tiny little details on the first tiny ship though!

daily reminder: blocks have eyes. all the blocks you’ve been mining have eyes and they’ve been looking at you and judging you

the raft is gonna be made out of campfires!

the raft is so cute lol

phil is considering a new title for pre-dream smp people or something?

which,,, that’s me but also i didn’t sub until this month :(

phil really just lost his mind for like,,, 30 seconds in a rant about realism then went “anyway, so just the sides?”

literally the only goal of this raft is to look funny

que the moment of panic when phil finally asks the big question: can mobs spawn on the campfires?

the answer is no, but the signs on the sides are useless bc of render distance issues

oh wow someone just made an awesome suggestion: turtles pulling the raft

which is gonna be a bit to get into the nether void, and even then they might just yeet themselves

“are we going to spend the rest of the stream getting turtles into the nether void?” yes, yes we are

TURTLE STREAM PART TWO LMAO

current strat: matching up portals right at the place where they’re gonna have to be, then get them manually in the overworld to the correct portal

but first replacing the signs with trapdoors

oof the overworld portal is gonna be a thousand blocks away both x and z

this is far just flying, let alone taking a turtle all the way rip

let’s hope the game blesses us wuth turtles nearby

someone suggested naming one of the turtles toby lmao

ITS LITERALLY ON A MOUNTAIN RIPPPPP

he’s taking a toilet break, but i saw him losing his mind rip

guess we’re gonna be here for a while huh

MOMZA CAME BY TO PUT A BEELLOON IN HIS SEAT LMAO

also tts is spamming sevens wow it’s weird hearing it go on for so long

he’s back!

he was rage brainstorming on the loo lol

he’s gonna bring the eggs then have them hatch nearby to save some pain

turtles nearby pog!

uh oh leads don’t work

it’s boating time bois

POG THE EXACT PORTAL LOCATION IS RIGHT NEXT TO THE RIVER WHICH IS CONNECTED TO THE OCEAN WHERE THE TURTLES ARE

so no boating over mountains!

he just suffocated a turtle in a boat

“my god they are stupid. not me i am the best. not my fault, never was my fault.” surreeeee

MIMZA

“if anyone was wondering if phil got cocky after the blow up, here’s your answer”

in a classic phil move: he forgot his brown shulker box and is now making a point in not picking it back up

to be fair, the man’s got over three chests of shulker boxes

phil has been holding his emergency bonus water bucket in his inventor this entire time to see if anyone would notice lmaooo

aww he’s nice today, he put ot back and even picked up the brown shulker!

someone asked about the big ol’ smuc podcast

he’s so surprised bc that was never a thing? that was just them sitting around bc his capture wasn’t working?

we just want the big ol’ smuc back phil

give it to us please

the legs of turtle become propellers when you push them lol

phil won’t tell us what the next big project is gonna be :(

he used to have such an awkward version of the urahara skin

but it’s always been urahara!

ONE OF THE TURTLES IS CHILLING IN A WALL OF LEAVES IN THE NETHER NOW

they all went through tho pog

“is he dead?”

the turtle really is just,,, not moving

now just to find a way to keep them in position and not have them kill themselves

black glass pog?

fun fact of the day: passive mobs don’t despawn unless killed, so the turtles won’t despawn!

also if you see a chicken in the nether, a baby zombie spawned on top of it, but the baby zombie despawns amd the chicken doesnt, leaving just the chicken lmao

the turtles are just staring at him as he’s placing the glass lol

they tried to run away now

“if anyone asks where the turtles came from, tell them they just showed up. they spawned here. if anyone asks tell them “well chickens spawn here””

time to rename them after the tmnt minus raphael!

HE JUST HIT ONE OF THEM

he (and all of us) would’ve lost it if he killed one

PHIL JUST IMPLIED HE KILLED RAPHAEL?

the turtles almost escaped! used the anvil he placed down to get over the bushes lol

turtles have been locked in black glass!

now let’s hope it actually looks cool lol

“by far the stupidest thing i’ve placed in the nethervoid, just saying”

“thank you for your money, no.” - to the bits dono who needs more pizza tokens

TURTLES LOOK POGGGG

chat is calling PETA on him lmaooo

he made his most recent backup like last week, but the last one before that was october oof

time to put a banner on as a sail!

and use more black glass to round out the thingy around the turtles

someone called chat feral and phil not feral at the beginning of stream

time to take that back bruh

lol dad just called little blade “little eggnoblade”

SHADERS POG

lol sneeg is using tts bc he needs phil’s info to send him merch

props to momza she’s sending it!

rare sight of unconnected glass texture in the nether void!

it’s weirding out Phil how little the turtles are moving lmao

also if you wanna become a contenct creator: diversify your media dont just stream on twitch, stream on youtube, use tiktok, whatever, but put yourself out there!

also check out philza’s likes on twitter for pog fanart!

THE HE AND SHE FANART IS SUPER POG WOW

AND PHI LTAKJING WITH THE BLAZE EMPRESS

AND THE ANGST

theres so much story in just three pictures wow

he even likes stuff from indirects lol

no fanart is hidden lmao

time to struggle with making banners!

he had to watch a tutorial for the one on his shield on the dream smp lmao

HE DOESNT HAVE WOOL

This man has everything but wool

“uh oh chat, i don’t think weve checked the iron farm in quite some time”

“i’m just gonna ignore it”

and this is supposed to be the responsible adult?

okay he’s got enough wool now, but he still needs cacti for the dye rip

his goal is to have farms for every single thing so situations like this don’t happen anymore

HE ALMOST MADE THE WRONG DYE LMAO

man is so rich he drops almost a stack of iron on the ground and doesn’t care

idiot man did not realise he had cactus green in a chest in the nether void lmao

redemption! the signs have a use after all so at least the banners hang now

phil with the not (?) moving turtles is like schlatt with the pope lmao he’s losing his mind

the raft has an itty bitty crow’s nest now!

LANA GIFTED THE EXACT NUMBER FOR 420SUBS POG

SNOOP DOG TIME

TIME TO PURGE THE WEAK AGAIN

Phil thinks he’s 90% of the streams now

(I can bet that he underestimates how much of us watch this thing unironically)

it’s so funny how often he gets raided during or right before Blend W time

“no we can get him to be straight” - this is about turtles looking in the right direction dw lol

“are they looking at me?”

mob ai is honestly a mystery lol, we’ll see how long they keep looking in the right direction

Phil is doubting building a really big ship now, bc he doesn’t want to cover up the smaller ones behind it

ohh no okay he found a position where it won’t block the other ones!

also he’s gonna stick to the warped wood bc he likes those the most

:o safe design! for on the titanic lmao

also rip endyman

phil sees a pig face and he just thinks “techno”

(in which he isn’t alone)

ohh someone suggested an awesome blackstone with gold ship but only half out of the portal so it doesn’t cover up the rest of the ships?

but first jack and rose bc we do not have time for a big ship like that rn

unofficial tommy raid lol

why would you not want to raid niki tho???

f in chat for second coin

also lore recap for hardcore at about 4 hours in!

(i’m really tempted to write a fantasy novel based on this lore now lmao, but imma wait bc there’s more lore to come with future projects)

ohhh the next project is gonna be in the overworld!!

amd it’ll introduce a new character pog

the titanic* (*nethervoid edition) is gonna be made out of blackstone! it’ll be a little test for the big ship as well!

Someone asked him where the whole “Philza Minecraft” came from and it’s bc people posted screenshots of like his twitch name with the game next to it and philcult and sleepytwt just pushed it so it’s a thing now

and now chat is spamming “PHILZA MINECRAFT”

lmao wednesday we spammed “MOMZA SUPREMACY” and kristin didn’t stop chanting it for the rest of the night

jack and rose on the bow of the ship is gonna have to be one of those things that we will not talk about again once it’s finished lol

also Phil is not gonna stream cyberpunk, not even gonna play it probably, bc just isn’t his thing

he went off to bother momza but she heard him coming :(

smp earth really feels like a decade ago huh

ship struggles again

this is one of those things where you just have to trust that it’s gonna work out in the end and keep going

ship is coming along nicely tho!

someone mentions sand and immediately chat becomes feral huh

(i did actually rewatch the sand jesus video today)

(also my little brother showed that one to our parents oops)

(so even my parents know about samd jesus)

the ship looks so saddd the mast is tipped over

ohh and banners as tattered sails!

time to yoink some wool and shulkerboxes for the sails!

“don’t wanna shave jeb, he doesn’t need that in his life right now”

the bully stare is the most hilarious thing i’ve heard lmao

the titanic is coming together already!

jack and rose are gonna be in black glass bc it won’t be very visible and we need them to stay in place

nevermind the netherstar, a heart of the sea as the heart of the ocean!

chat really wants him to name it dave

lmao we were waiting for a second zombie piglin to spawn and something dark spawned and phil was so confused but it was an enderman and it was not happy to be there

“who’s gonna be rose, gold pants or no pants?”

jack and rose are here now! (rose has pants)

karl raid!

THEY ESCAPED “well this is awkward. how about i just put them on the ship?”

he almost killed rose but i really thought that s5 was about to begin

THEYRE LOCKED IN FINALLY JACK AND ROSE ARE HERE AND NOT GOING ANYWHERE

Phil really only saw Pirates of the Caribbean recently,,, like dude

Time to raid Ranboo!

GARBAGE DAYYY

[italiansteebie]

i got a couple of prompts if u don’t mind!!! 💖 💖 Skdjfh i might’ve send something similar before, but my memory is Horrendous, so sorry if i have? while steve is Definitely very romantic and soft, i can rly see billy being it as well (probs bc of his mum!) but is shy abt it but he Rly wants to plan out a romantic dinner for the both of them 🥺 he finds one of steve’s nonna’s old recipes a bit last minute nd then finds out the recipe doesn’t have quantities and Panics

Hi! Sorry this took literally forever, I was in kind of a funk that I’m just beginning to shake today! I hope you enjoy!

***

Billy sighed as he sat at Steve’s kitchen table with Robin, “I don’t know Rob, maybe I should just leave the romance to Steve. He’s better at it than I am.” Robin rolls her eyes, “Billy. Steve isn’t hard to please at all. I mean... Just look at his exes, Nancy Wheeler isn't exactly the best person and Steve was infatuated with her.”  Billy huffs and crumbles up the paper they were writing ideas on. He puts his head on the table and mumbles something incomprehensible but Robin can guess it’s something about how he’s not good enough for Steve. She starts walking around the kitchen, opening random draws and cabinets out of boredom. She bends down and grabs something out of one of the bottom cabinets, “Hey doofus, why don’t you cook him something? I’m pretty sure this is his Nonna’s cookbook. He’s made some pretty good things from it.”

Robin can practically see the light bulb pop out of Billy’s head, “You’re a genius, Rob! Thank you so much!” They spend the rest of the afternoon before Steve gets home from work, picking out a recipe. Billy settles on a tortellini, with chicken and pesto sauce, with homemade noodles, and the whole nine yards. Over the next few days Billy goes to the grocery store gathering ingredients, he’s planning on surprising Steve after his shift on Saturday. Billy is getting more and more giddy by the minute, he can’t wait to surprise Steve.

On Saturday morning, Steve makes pancakes and eggs for breakfast, they eat and Steve leaves for the video shop at about 11:30 am. Not wanting to wait, Billy gets started immediately. He pulls all the ingredients out and puts the on the counter. He opens the cookbook while grabbing the eggs and flour he need for the pasta dough. He looks at the instructions and pauses. There are no quantities? He flips the pages back and forth seeing if there’s any quantities on any of the recipes. Nope. 

“Fuck.” He sighs, what the hell is he going to do now? He spends about an hour and a half, panicking thinking about what he’s going to do. It’s 1:30 pm when he decides that he is going to be confident, and wing it. He starts with a pile of flour on the counter, and crack and egg in the middle of it, he frowns as the goop gets all over his hands. He looks at the book for guidance, unsurprisingly there wasn’t much. “Nonna isn’t very descriptive” he grumbles as  he reads, it says he needs to knead the dough until it forms a ball. Billy sighs, of course he had to pick the most in depth recipe in the book. He decides he’s going to put on some music and hope for the best. 

Apparently the music was a good idea, he finished rolling the dough and putting the filling in it by the time the “Scorpions” album was through. He dumps the pasta in the boiling water, what the book forgot to mention though, is that fresh pasta cooks a lot faster than box pasta. Billy figures this out after 5 minutes of cooking, when the cheese starts to float out of their shells, his eyes almost pop out of his head. He grabs the pot and pours the pasta into the colander he put in the sink before hand, he shakes his head, at least only half of them opened. “The other ones look... Good.” Billy decides out loud. He dumps the pre-made pesto sauce into the pot where the pasta was, and lets it heat up. He’s glad he decided to forgo making homemade sauce. He would’ve trashed the whole idea and went to get takeout from Benny’s instead.

By the time everything's finished, it’s 5:30 and Steve’s due home any minute. He decides to put a cloth on the kitchen table, and adding a candle for an extra romantic touch. He gets out the good plates, the ones from the cabinet and not the paper plates sitting in the pantry. He put a heaping serving on each of the plates, and puts them in the oven to keep them warm. He sits down a the table and hopes that the food doesn’t taste too bad. He also hope the rotisserie chicken he had Robin bring over an hour ago, because he forgot all about it, tastes okay with the pasta. 

Steve pulls into the driveway, happy to be home. He had a long day and all he wants to do is curl up on the couch with Billy. He gets out and walks to the front door, as he walks in he smells pesto, he smiles as he breathes it in. He walks into the kitchen and sees plates of food and Billy sitting at the table. “Did you make dinner for me?” Steve’s heart fills with warmth. 

“I uh... I hope you like it,” Billy smiles nervously, watching Steve as he sits down  and picks up his fork. He stabs a tortellini and pulls it up to his mouth. He smiles and takes a bite, his face twitches a little bit, “Wow, Billy, this is... Good!” Steve nods, trying not to show the discomfort on his face. Billys face drops, “Is it that bad?” Billy sighs and begins to explain, “I wanted to do something romantic for you, so I picked out a recipe from your Nonna’s book and there were no quantities, so I just guessed, and-” Billy stops as he hears Steve laughing. “Billy, baby,” He wipes the tears from the corners of his eyes, “I have the version with quantities in my room. You could of just used that one!” Billy splutters, “Wh- I didn’t know! Robin found this one in one of the cabinets!” he pouts as Steve continues laughing at him, “I love you so much, Billy. Thank you for making me dinner,” Steve says and kisses the pout off his boyfriends face. 

Billy goes to Benny’s after all, his homemade dinner ending up in the trash, he gets burgers and fries and 2 milkshakes, on chocolate for him, and strawberry for Steve. They curl up on the couch as they eat their burgers, and Steve sigh content. “I’m glad the cookbook didn’t work out,” Billy smiles. They end the night with Indiana Jones and soft kisses. 

[spookysanta]

miss you. (g.d.)

part i of ii.

Summary: long distance relationships suck; but especially for (Y/N) and Grayson.

Pairing: Grayson Dolan x Reader

WARNINGS: mentions of sex (not yet), angst??????????????????????????, fluff, bad writing

UNEDITED

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***THIS TAKES PLACE AROUND APRIL/MAY***

i only mention that bc it’s talking about graduation and it’s july so i didn’t want people to make a big deal about it

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"So," she told him with a big sigh on the phone when she got home from class. "I did my presentation today."

"Oh, really?" he replied, while cooking himself an omelette. It was three o'clock her time and noon in Los Angeles, where he was; so it was brunch time. "How'd it go?"

"It..was awful." She tried to force herself not to cry, because when she cries, Grayson is quick to get up and go wherever she was to comfort her. Which might be good in the moment, but she doesn't want to do that to him (anymore--this would've been the fourth time he'd done that). "Gray, I did everything my teacher told me to! I added the information I needed to, took out some stuff, and I even memorized everything! But when I got up there...I couldn't do it."

"What was your topic again?"

She recited her research question as if it were read out of a book. "How listening to music during pregnancy helps a baby's development in the womb."

"Really? That doesn't sound hard at all."

"It wasn't that my topic was hard, it was that the questions I got asked were too hard for me to answer, and how I answered questions was a big portion of my grade." she was getting a little misty-eyed. She'd been working on this project for months; she thought she'd learned just about everything there is to know about music's effects on child development. "Gray, I really thought I had it until then."

"Listen, baby. Regardless of how you think it went, I'm sure you did better. Because I've heard your presentation and you sounded like you knew exactly what you were talking about. I think it's all in your head, angel." He sighed, flipping his omelette in the pan. He liked omelettes when she made them for him when she visited, because she knew exactly what he wanted, how much of each ingredient to add, and she makes sure they're always cheesy and delicious. But when he makes them, sometimes they're a little...underdone.

"I can't focus." she put him on speakerphone and took off her top, pants, and bra, opting to wear one of his t-shirts for comfort. She has a few of them, but her favorite one to wear is the black crew neck. It's plain and simple, and it fits him like a god. But she managed to take it when she left L.A. the last time; and honestly, she took a little vile of his cologne, too, to spray on the shirt after she washes it. "It's so close to graduation, baby, and I know you're gonna call me a loser for saying this, but I can't do this anymore. I want to drop out." she groaned.

"You're a loser either way, in my opinion." he heard her laugh on the other end of the phone. And that laugh was like air to his lungs, if he's being completely honest with himself. He hadn't heard that angelic laugh in months. The last time they'd been together was when she visited him the last few days of her Winter Break--and that was in January. "But you literally graduate in a month. Shut up."

"Okaaaaaaaaaaaay." she groaned again. What she wouldn't give for his bone-crushing cuddles right about now. That's all she wants. She'd been feeling weepy and anxious and a bit sad all day, but now that she's talking to her man, she's starting to feel the heavy weight of her stress lift. "I miss you." she confessed. "I know we agreed that we wouldn't get all sappy like this but I'm wearing your shirt right now and all I smell is you."

“I miss you, too.”

She heard noise on the other end and nearly vomited at the sound. "Move your mouth away from the receiver, Gray. I can hear you chewing."

He chewed louder, his mouth hovering over the phone's microphone. "Like this?"

She hung up the phone.

***

He called her again later, at around four o'clock his time. He and his brother were outside and he was about to grill some steaks for dinner. "Hello?" he greeted into the receiver. "Baby?"

"Hey." she groggily replied. She'd fallen asleep while talking to her best friend on FaceTime and she woke up about five minutes ago. "What's up, boo?"

"Just checkin' on you. I wanted to make sure you're in better spirits than earlier."

"Yeah, I'm fine." She sat up and stumbled down the stairs and into the kitchen , finding a box of Kraft mac and cheese in the pantry to cook. "I'm just glad everything’s over with."

"I understand. I just don't want you to be all sad and mopey."

"I'm not sad and mopey only because of my presentation, I'm sad and mopey because I miss my boyfriend." she sighed. "I really don't think I can wait until my birthday to see you."

"So what do you want me to do? You want me to come there, or fly you out here?"

"It doesn't matter, honestly. I just want to see you." she stirred some salt in the pot of boiling water, then poured the noodles into the pot, turning down the heat, and shutting the lid. "Doesn't even have to be long. I just want cuddles and kisses."

"I'd be glad to give you that, and you know I would come and see you right now if I could, but I can't right now. We're filming all week this week and both of us need to be here for it."

"I'm dying without my fuckin' cuddles, man." she drained the pasta, hissing to herself when a little bit of water got on her brown hand. She cursed quietly, already assuming that Grayson knew she'd injured herself somehow--as she usually does. She put the pasta back in the pot and added butter, almond milk, and the powdered cheese, stirring it and letting it cool a bit before pouring it in a bowl next to the stove. "I wanna see your pretty face." she spoke, holding the phone to her ear and with her bowl in one hand and a bottle of sparkling water in the other.

"Hold on a second." she heard shuffling on the other end of the phone. He was making a space on his desk for his phone to sit on, but she already knew that that'd been what he was up to, because his desk is constantly cluttered with papers, receipts, pens and pencils, etc. His desk was riddled with stuff. She heard the quiet his of "ah dammit", and then she finally saw it. That gorgeous grin that makes his hazel eyes crinkle in the outer corners. "Hi, honey."

And as happy as she'd typically be to see his face on FaceTime, all she did was sob. "Hey." She grabbed her food and her drink and with cloudy vision, she guided herself to the couch to eat.

His face fell. "What's wrong? Did I catch at a bad time?"

"No." She sniffled. God, she was so emotional today. "I just...I want you."

"Oh, babe. I wish there was something I could do about that but right now my hands are completely tied."

"I just want cuddles and kisses and hugs! And I want to wear that new shirt you just bought because it looks comfy and I bet it smells good."

"Baby I promise—hold out a little bit longer and you can have whatever it is you want." He paused. "Except for that shirt.”

"Why?" She whined.

"Because I bought that shirt last week. It's still new."

"So? I want it."

"You can have every other shirt except that one. At least not for a while."

"Ugh!" She groaned. "You're the worst."

"I've been told."

She looked away from her phone that was propped up on a pillow and turned on the television, turning to a DVR recording of Botched and settling into the couch, fully accepting the fact that she had to cuddle with the pillows next to her instead of her boo. She picked up her fork, sadly poking the orange-dyed macaroni noodles and putting them in her mouth. "I don't want this anymore." She muttered to herself, catching the attention of the boy on the other end of the phone, who'd only just found something to do on his laptop to distract himself from looking at her tear-stained face.

Because if he did, he'd be at her every beck and call and give her exactly what she wanted. And he was a busy guy; he didn't have time to fly across the country to snuggle her like he has the slight habit of doing.

As much as he craved her—her body, her mind, her laugh, her smell (God, the way she smells? Absolutely intoxicating. He finds himself thinking of the inticing scent on the days when he misses her the most, and it's almost as if she infiltrates his nostrils. Ergo, causing him to miss her 1000x more.)—he cannot leave Los Angeles for at least the next week. If he leaves, then that means Ethan would be left with editing their upcoming video's footage, and that's the last thing he needs right now.

"Why not? When we texted earlier, you said you were hungry."

"Yeah. I was. But now...I don't know." She shrugged. She stopped the recording on the TV, picking her bowl back up and setting it in the microwave for if she wanted it later. Then, she trudged her way back upstairs and got in her bed. She sighed, feeling the lump in her throat form again.

[d20-eggroll]

Sunday game, we entered a dungeon, and everything is fucked up. This is a thorough write-up, so it is lengthy.

Mango dragged the whole party out in to the jungle because she heard there were other aarakocra there, and when they found them it turned out that it was a tribe of elemental aarakocra- these ones were focused on air. She learned a lot about her own lost culture and that a lot of what she was taught while it still stood was wrong, which is especially absurd considering she was heir to the throne. Most importantly, she found out there were to be four total, one for fire, air, earth and water, and that all of them were founded to protect their own temples with a sacred elemental bird.

The phoenix her bloodline is from was supposedly being protected by the Eternal Flame aarakocra, and she doesn’t know if the temple is untouched or if the phoenix has been slain and reborn in the wrong hands. The elemental birds are all connected and she gains permission to enter the temple trial to speak to the sacred bird of the Howling Winds to ask him if the phoenix is alive and where they might be. Thing is, this temple trial is incredibly dangerous. Most who go in don’t come back out. The aarakocra don’t do trade in gold so we can’t even supply ourselves before heading in. We do it anyway even though Mango is super fucking guilty and terrified to be bringing what is essentially her family in to something they’re being repeatedly told is a death trap, and that the last to succeed went in with the same number of people, was in there for a week and was the only one to emerge.

WE HAD A PC FAIL TWO DEATH SAVING THROWS BEFORE WE ALL TURNED THE FIRST FUCKING CORNER.

There was some weird trap that made it so you couldn’t breath until you had a successful con. saving throw and he went down there to look at the corpses, FAILED FOR A SECOND, hurried back to tell us it was trapped, TOOK A DEEP BREATH AND WENT DOWN THERE AGAIN?! He made it back to the party but he was failing his saves this time, and he went unconscious. We were all throwing whatever we could at him and none of it was working. Last second someone stabilized him w/a nat 20 medicine check. We were all standing in the fucking hall we entered from the doorway. NOT A GREAT START.

There was a ravine spitting lightning, which we dispelled. Then we tried to send the wizard’s owl over it to scout the other side. He hit a magic barrier and died instantly with his 1hp. COOL. Guess we have to go through the room ahead!

The first room had intense wind and cold, and the floor was a frozen over pond. The wind was too strong to fly against. If Mango did any fire magic it would suddenly become intensely hot and the frozen point would instead become boiling water, which it was incredibly lucky that I tried that before anyone went in, bc you can guess what the first impulse would have been when we had people get stuck in the ice! The same PC (Thirk, a half-orc barbarian so he’s heavy) fell through in to the freezing water. We had to drag him out after throwing him a rope which he luckily caught. Mango did her best to make herself a little space heater and warm all the chilly folks up and at this point she’s freaking the fuck out because this is all my fault everyone is going to die because of me why why why.

Then we had a choice between a room full of big weird mushrooms or... a blood spattered gore-heavy room with mini tornadoes flashing about in it, throwing limbs and body parts all hither and yon. MUSHROOMS PLEASE, NO BLOODNADOS THANKS. The mushrooms were completely harmless to just be around, which was refreshing.

Past the mushrooms was a room with what seemed like natural rock formations chiseled in to statues of people, all of whom we recognized were known to be dead. One PC, who is an orphan, saw an elven woman with features much like her own, so we took down a sketch. She was super upset at the idea of her mom being dead. There were no human men so we figured her dad is still out there somewhere. Mango found her parents shielding themselves from something, and her impulse is basically “firebolt anything you don’t like immediately.” They were the only ones in the pose of the moment of their deaths, everyone else looked peaceful. The bard found his parents and had our artist sketch them as well because his younger sister was too little to remember their faces and he wanted them to see. Tetra (an NPC who came in with us, the heir to the Howling Winds) saw her mother, who had died doing this trial.

Next hall actually seemed relatively pleasant, the first way we went. It was technically a dead end but it led to the peaceful grave of a legendary dragon slayer in the center of a calm pond. Mango probably had some blood vessels pop arguing with the party to not desecrate a grave in the Howling Wind’s most sacred of places looking for corpse-loot. Across the pond was another small room. In there were four cloaks made of aarakocra hide. Which, of course, one of the PCs wanted because it “wasn’t technically a grave.” Tetra came along while Mango was trying to explain how it wasn’t any better to literally wear the skins of her people, and pointed out that oh shit.

Those weren’t old cloaks. Those were the feathers of the guards who were supposed to be posted outside the temple.

Mango did end up going back for the cloaks, after we found the skinned bodies of the guards hanging from meat hooks in a nearby room, so they could be wrapped in them and laid to rest with at least some ceremony and dignity. We could tell the bodies were a week dead or less. At this point it is setting in hard that we’re not the only ones in here, and that the bird (who is the only one that can send us out of the temple) might have been slain.

In a room right past that was an entire murdered colony of deep gnomes. Would have laid them out politely as well, but there was something haunted going on in that chamber and we noped the fuck out. The wind started speaking as our enemies or our dead for awhile.

ANYWAY THEN WE HAD TO GET ACROSS ANOTHER RAVINE. REMEMBER HOW THE OWL JUST STRAIGHT UP PLUMMETED TO HIS DEATH? CUZ WE SURE DID.

Mango tied a rope around her waist and gave the other end to Thirk and was going to just try her damnedest, but then our fighter goliath tried to climb in to position to jump it and she rolled a fucking 1 and fell so teensy tiny 90lb Mango leaped after her, missed catching her friend, and ended up just kind of dangling helplessly. Her friend rolled well and caught a handhold. We have 7 party members at this point, and they crossed like so:

Valentino, human bard, and Seladi, dragonborn wizard: Dimension door.

Ashley, the goliath fighter: a much better athletics check for jumping.

Tetra, druid and Bark, half-elf druid/cleric: turned in to mountain goats and goated across.

Mango and Thirk: My dimension door cloak had already been used in the ice room, so she cast polymorph for the first time, turned in to a giant ridiculous rainbow ape, picked Thirk up like he was a toddler and aped across. And then a few more times when we realized there was another hall but YIKES there was a black pudding in there no thanks, but also because Mango was super in to being the Big Strong all of a sudden.

We get in to this room through the hall though, and find more dead aarakocra. These are specifically women with some symbol carved in to their forehead strung up on silk ropes and apparently bled dry there. While two of us (Mango being one) took them down, something invisible attacked. It hit Mango and was revealed to be a big fiend of some sort and YIKES that axe hit would have ko’d her if she hadn’t been polymorphed.

So she took his axe in the first round, and picked him up to throw him down the ravine in the second. Big Strong.

After laying the aarakocra dead to a more respectful position of rest we continued on to what turned out to be the last room on that floor. It was a gigantic waterfall pouring down a hole in the floor. There was blood all over and it all seemed to be exploding out from that point, but that was also where we NEEDED to go. We did manage to dispel the trap and while some of us climbed down a rope to the other floor, Mango polymorphed in to a huge ass shark and just dropped down swimming in the fall followed by the druids wildshaping in to smaller sharks.

We’re all down there now. There’s no land. There is a mostly submerged staircase behind the fall, but everything else is tunnels with 60ft deep dark water. That’s where we’re picking up in the next session but I’m already fucking dying bc we’re going to be juggling so many resources just figuring out how to move 5 folks without wings around on the one shark big enough to awkwardly ride, not even considering our priority right now is to find a safe place to camp and rest. Hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

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Type: fluff

Request// “do you do anything besides smut? if so, can you do a fluff about a girl who's really depressed because her dad and stepmom are total assholes and brenny walks in on her relapsing and everything is all cute and cuddly bc they cry together and i need to be in a fucking relationship when that happens oml”

(A/N) Ahahahahahah sorry guys for being dead for so long, it has NOT been the best year for me but I'm dedicated to get more stuff done and get my shit together. & omg guys, thank you so much for 400 followers!! I’m sitting here in bed at 3:56 in the morning almost crying because I didn’t think my writing was that likable. Anyways, have a dribble drabble

Warnings: sneaky Bren, crying, the tiniest bit of angst, self-doubt, back talking, slight physical fight as well as verbal, cursing, :) fluffy Bren (: , !!no smut!! 

Pairing: Brendon Urie x Reader

Word Count: 2.2K

 I finally arrive home after a very long day at school. As I walk through my front door I slightly lower my shoulder so my backpack can slide off and heavily meet the wood floor. I throw my hair into a messy ponytail before slugging myself over to the couch. All I wanted at this moment was a nice nap.

I cross into the main hallway and into the living room. Not even bothering to walk around the couch I flip over from the back of it. Landing face down, the fluffy cushions mold to my body as I reach for a throw pillow to place my head on. Right as I close my eyes I feel my phone vibrate in my back pocket. I groan quietly to myself as I dig it out. Keeping my half my face buried into the pillow I bring the screen to my face to read the text message.

 Brendon :)

Hey, how did school go?

 Too tired to write a real response I type:

 Stupid. Gonna sleep, txt u l8r

 I then toss my phone onto the coffee table and melt into the warm couch cushions.

-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-

“Y/N! Y/N!”

I’m abruptly yanked out of my dream. My vision goes from black to hazy to a blur. And as my eyes adjust to my surroundings I feel a soft object collide with my face.

“Y/N! Wake up right now!” I turn to realize that my bitch of a stepmother, Sara, had thrown a pillow at me. “I specifically told you to clean the bathroom and the kitchen when you got home. And what have you been doing for the past two hours?”

I peel myself from the couch and glance over at the clock to notice, indeed, that two hours have passed. “Uh, sleeping?”

Obviously very pissed, Sara mumbles between her teeth, “Worthless child.”

“I’m sorry, what?” I retaliate.

“I said, ‘worthless child.’” She replies, this time slightly louder. “All you do around here is eat our food and sleep. You never do chores, you never do anything for this family.”

“What the fuck do you mean I don’t do anything? I literally just gave your dumbass dog a bath.”

“Do not use that language with me.”

“Or what, Sara? Or fucking what?” My blood begins to boil as Sara’s face turns with anger. With my adrenaline up, I quickly stand to face Sara. I was a good five inches taller so I wasn’t really scared of her. Just as I was about to turn around to retire to my bedroom Sara quickly raises her hand and strikes it across my cheek. I stumble slightly but quickly regain my balance. Now beyond pissed, I shove Sara into the kitchen counter behind her and her back collides with the marble. She falls to the ground clutching her back.

She picks her head up and looks up at me. “Go live with your fucking mother.”

“Fuck you.” I spat and then stormed into my room, making sure to grab my phone from the coffee table.

As I was leaving, Sara shouted, “Nobody loves you, you ungrateful brat.”

I shoved earphones into my head and turned the volume as high as it can go. Then I just lay there in my bed, looking up at my ceiling. My vision becomes blurry as droplets of water develop in my eyes and then disappear down my face as I blink them away. Soon, I can only see blurry before I completely shut my eyes and just weep. A small puddle forms on my pillow where my tears have landed. I try to lose myself in the loud songs that played through my headphones but I couldn’t help replay those words: “Nobody loves you.” It was as if my head was a broken stereo and those words were the only songs that would play.

-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-

I stopped crying about twenty minutes ago and now was blankly staring up at my ceiling, imagining what it would be like if my dad never met Sara.

A whole lot better. I thought to myself.

After a few minutes of creating my perfect life with just my dad- one where he never went to that bar and met Sara- I hear a muffled tapping noise through my blaring music. I quickly sit up to see if it was my dad coming in to yell at me. But my door remained closed and unmoved. Shrugging it off as just my imagination I lay back down but here it again. I jerk myself upright and this time I lower my music volume and take an earbud out.

“Yes?” I say quietly. No response. Then, the tapping noise starts up again, this time a bit louder and aggressive. It catches my attention that the sound was coming from my window. Tap tap tap. Unaware of what was waiting for me on the other side of the glass, I grab my softball bat that I kept in the corner of my room. As I slowly creep toward my purple curtains a faint silhouette starts to appear; as I step closer and closer the figure becomes taller and taller. Fear surges through me like lightning as I become only inches away from the sheer that masked the figure. Tap tap tap. I close my eyes, take the deepest breath my lungs can receive, and gather every ounce of courage that I have. Swiftly unmasking the window, I raise my weapon in anticipation of an attack. The figure becomes recognizable from the tall, dark hair to the sharp line of their jaw. I pause in space as my mind races to attach a name to the face.

“Brendon.” I breathe with relief mixed with surprise.

“Y/N, let me in! And why are you wielding a bat?” The boy says through the glass.

“What are you doing here?” I asked hushed so Sara wouldn’t hear me. Setting the bat against the wall I unlock the window and lift the glass so Brendon can crawl through.

“You weren’t answering my calls and texts and I got worried.” He says to my back as I close the window and pull the curtains over to cover it. I sigh in response.

“I just haven’t been in the mood to talk to anyone,” I say turning around to meet him.

Brendon’s face shifts from soft to concern as his eyebrows furrow and his puffed lips gap open. His stocky fingers gently graze the side of my face that had previously made contact with Sara’s palm. My eyes darted to his shoes. He wore his favorite worn sneakers and I noticed there was still dirt on them from waiting outside the window.

“Don’t tell my Sara did this.” His voice was stern yet soft.

I stayed silent, scared that if I speak my words will catch in the back of my throat. I clench my jaw to pull back tears that were forming.

Brendon cloaks me with his arms as I’m pulled into his chest. My arms wrap around his torso and hold tightly onto him. We stand there for a moment in perfect silence.

“What did Ms. Skank do this time?” Brendon asks gently pulling away from me and pulling me toward the bed to sit down.

I sat on my cross leg next to him as I relive the entire scene, making sure to tell Brendon every moment I could recall.

“’Go live with your mother?’ What kind of person says that type of thing?” He asks with disbelief.

I shrug, staring at my wood floor. “She knew it would hurt me. That’s why she said it.” I feel the similar adrenaline kick as my heart picks up speed. My jaw clenches, my fists close tightly, and my body stiffens as I reply every moment that Sara has made me feel worthless and stupid. Then I think of my mom, how gentle she would be, how understanding. My muscles soften at the memories of her.

Noticing my change in mood, Brendon squeezes my hand and pulls me to his chest. I rest my head on his shoulder and he rubs my arm.

“I miss her so much.” I finally whisper, teardrops hitting Brendon’s leg.

“I know, I know.” He hushes, gently placing a kiss in my hair.

I break away from him. “You know, if I hadn’t gone to that party this never would have happened.” I choked.

“Y/N, don’t blame yourself. This is not your fault.” Brendon’s puppy dog eyes scan my face and I notice that a thin film of water was developing on his bottom lash line.

I break away from his eye contact and lower my head to hide my face. “Sometimes I wish I was with her. Forever.”

Stumbling on his words Brendon chokes, “Please don’t ever say that, Y/N. I need you. You’re the only thing that’s real in this shit hole of a town. If you left I don’t know what I would do.”

I finally gather the strength to look up at Brendon; his eyes were bloodshot and puffy, there were small rivers running down his face and his bottom lip quivered. I crash into his chest and let all my emotions go. All the pain and hurt that I’ve been bottling up pours out of like a waterfall as I clutch onto Brendon. He began sobbing along with me. In that moment, we were both vulnerable. Yet, together, we were strong.

After what felt like ages, the sobbing calms and we’re both just left holding each other. I break away to wipe my smeared makeup off my face but Brendon beats me to it. “I’m sorry for being such an ugly crier,” I whisper into his hand.

“Join the club.” He chuckles and I catch a glimpse of the hairpin curl of his smile.

I smile weakly at his joke.

“Why don’t we get you cleaned up and watch some movies, huh?” He raises and offers his hand.

I nod and accept his hand in mine as he leads me to my bathroom. I blankly stare into my mirror as Brendon turns on the shower. My body feels numb and exhausted from crying and all I can do is stare at my reflection. Noticing my lack of movement Brendon wraps his arms around my waist and rests his head on my shoulder. I hold his strong arms. We make eye contact through the reflection and I become lost in his deep brown eyes.

“You know, you’re the most beautiful girl at school.” He speaks to me. “I was so nervous to speak to you last year. And when you said yes to going on that date- after like, five attempts- I was beyond excited. You make me feel like a kid in a candy shop.” His cheesy words force my cheeks to redden and I try to muffle my laughter. “And you taste just as sweet.” He winks and smiles at his own humor.

I roll my eyes and break away from his grip. “Ok. It’s time for you to leave.” I laugh as I playfully shove him out of the bathroom.

“The way you scream my name is so sexy!” He says quickly before I close the door on him.

“Shut up!” I yell through the door. Once in peace, I grin like an idiot. Stripping my clothes off my body I feel the water and once naked, I step into the steaming chamber. Every muscle relaxes as I lose myself in the water.

-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-

I turn off the shower and step onto my bathmat. The yarn bristles tickle the space in between my toes. I reach for my towel and wrap it around my wet body. Opening the door, I notice Brendon sitting on my bed flipping through Netflix. His attention switches to me.

“Feel better?” He smiles.

“A little,” I answer making my way to my closet.

“Oh, I already got your PJs ready.” He lifts a pile of fabric that was at his side. I smile and take the clothing from him.

We stare at each other for a moment before he gets the idea and turns his back to me. I face my back to him as I let the towel drop to my feet. And quickly slip on the warm, soft fabric. I turn around to a smiling Brendon.

“Were you watching the entire time?” I laugh, chucking the towel at his head, landing on his head and drapes over his face.

“Maybe.” He sings through the towel. “You’re just so sexy.” He chuckles, removing the towel from his face.

I roll my eyes while I take my place next to him. “So, what are we watching?”

“Well, I was thinking either Finding Dory or Minions.” He showcases the most childlike grin.

“Really?” I say sarcastically, “Kid movies?”

“Finding Dory it is!” He pecks my cheek and clicks on the movie title. I roll my eyes as he pulls me to his chest. Shuffling my body, I adjust to cuddle up to him. My arm drapes perfectly around his torso and I feel the steady movements of his breathing. Brendon nestles his face against my hair, planting a kiss on it. “You know I love you, right?”

“Shut up and watch the movie.” I tease.

“Well fuck you, too, then.”